Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
Teenage Vince falls in love with a younger girl while they are growing up in a very small and somewhat isolated Wisconsin town.
Virginity, young, teen male/girl, romance.
Penny was the first girl to enter my life, and in the end the only one who truly mattered. She wasn’t the belle of Campton, but she was cute in her little girl way. Whenever I sit back and think about how she became the center of everything wonderful in my life, I think of her pink bicycle. That was where it all kind of started.
There wasn’t much going on in Campton when I was a kid; there’s even less going on there now. The town had grown up around a big lumber camp, but the camp closed in the 1950’s. So, by the late Seventies, the earliest years I can really remember things, there was just a handful of families that lived in “town” and a few farm kids that came in once in a while. We all went to school at Northland County in Gardner, twenty-eight miles away. It was a decent-sized school for northern Wisconsin with six hundred kids or so, about half of whom lived in Gardner, and the rest who lived in towns like Campton with only a hundred or so people.
I was lucky in that Pete and his family still lived in town. Pete’s folks ran “The Sluice,” the last surviving bar in town. Pete soaked up every bit of knowledge the bar’s patrons would impart upon him. So, he was a fountain of information on all the things that we boys were supposed to be too young to know. He was my best bud, and he was the one who always got me into trouble. I can’t think of a much nicer thing to say about a kid than that. And I can’t thank Pete enough for every bit of the trouble he’d led me into.
But Pete and I had a major problem. There were no girls our age in Campton. Anneleis and Corinne Heineken were sure pretty to look at, but they were five and three years older than us, respectively. By the time we were interested in girls, guys were driving out from Gardner every day to court the Heineken beauties. The only girls left in town were Heidi and Gretchen Brechenmeier, twins who were four years younger than us, and Penny Fitzroy, their classmate.
Penny was always, always riding around town on her pink bike. It was an ancient Schwinn, designed for a much older girl. It would have looked kind of like the Wicked Witch of the West’s bike, if the girl hadn’t found some bright pink spray paint somewhere. After that, the “fuchsia-ness” of the bike kind of overwhelmed the old-fashioned design. The little girl apparently started out riding right after breakfast and proceeded to ride most of the time until it got dark. She would play with the Brechenmeier twins whenever she could, but their dad was strict and spooky. So, they were often grounded for ridiculous little things, and therefore weren’t available a lot of the time. Even when I was still in grade school, I could recognize the look on little Penny’s face as she rode around. She was lonely.
The boys around town, most of them younger than Pete and me, used to tease her and pick on her. Penny was oddly built. She had a slender body, small overall for her age, but she had a definite butt on her—way before any other girl her age did. She got called “BubbleButt.” She didn’t like it, so the boys did it more.
The first time I really felt compelled to take a long look at Penny, she was nine and I was thirteen. Pete and I were on the railroad bridge, shooting at carp with a bow and arrow. Penny rode by on the highway, and as she usually did, she took a long look at us. This time I looked back and smiled. Penny grinned, but she kept riding.
“You’ll be snaking her before too long,” Pete said with a knowing grin.
“Her? She’s just a little kid.”
“And the only girl in town in a lot of ways,” he said. “I was hoping it’d be me, but it’s gonna be you. She digs you, man.”
“Pete, you know more about girls than me, but this time you’re wrong. I guess she’s cute and all, but she’s way too young.”
“They get older,” he said. He loosed an arrow and missed. “Aw man! Fucking motherfucker!” he said as he started to wind the line and retrieve the arrow.
“Why’s she got such a big butt for a little girl? I mean, it’s not really that big, but the rest of her is so little.”
“Counterweight,” he said, seeming to have given the matter some thought in the past. He handed me the bow.
“You remember her mom?”
“Not really. She left a long time ago.”
“She used to come into the bar a lot. That lady had some huge tits on her. Penny’s gonna get ‘em, too. The ass is the counterweight. It just got here first.” I took Pete at his word. He knew a lot about this kind of shit. I figured he was wrong about me snaking Penny, though. She was too little. I loosed the arrow and let out a triumphant whoop as I nailed a big fat carp that Pete’s mom could put in the smoker tonight. Penny turned around and headed back when she heard the whoop. She smiled as I hoisted the fish out of the water and up to the bridge. I showed off my trophy to the admiring audience of one. “Yep, Vince,” Pete said as Penny applauded a little, “you got one on the line alright.”
That night started something I hadn’t expected. For the first time when I had my hand wrapped around my dick before I went to sleep—I had gotten to the point where I couldn’t sleep if I didn’t pop one off first—I didn’t think about one of the Heineken girls or one of the ladies in the porno mags Pete had helped me steal. I thought of sweet little Penny. I felt weird and bad about it, though. You’d think those feelings would make a guy stop, but it only made the nights I thought about Penny seem all the more dirty, and feeling dirty kind of was the whole point of a thirteen-year-old boy grabbing his dick at night.
Things went very slowly for Penny and me. Looks and smiles from a distance were all we had that summer. During the school year, she rode in the front of the bus with the twins and the other younger kids, and Pete and I sat in the middle between them and the high school kids. Penny and I would exchange smiles when I walked past her on the bus. But once we hit some of the other little towns closer to Gardner, there were girls our age on the bus. Penny was with her classmates. I was with mine. The school year was uneventful.
Summers were the times when Penny and I got closer. By the next summer, Penny and I had progressed to always saying “Hi, Vince” and “Hi, Penny” when we passed. We never really talked, but we always made sure we said the other person’s name. It picked up more speed once my fourteenth summer began in earnest. We started to run into one another when we went into the trading post.
Our town didn’t have a real grocery store, and in the summer of 1982, “convenience store” wasn’t a term we had ever heard. We had Nyukennin’s TP. The TP featured two gas pumps out front, stocked a few basic groceries and housed the town’s post office. Getting the mail was one of my jobs, and apparently it was one of Penny’s, too. We ran into one another by accident at first, but then some unspoken plan hatched between the two of us. We started to show up at nine, when the mail first came in. Of course, it took Mrs. Nyukennin a while to sort it all, so we had twenty minutes or so to wait every day. We could have shown up at 9:30 and just picked up the mail and left, but neither of us really wanted to do that.
Penny would smile every morning and say, “Here comes my mail buddy!”
I would answer with the all-too-clever, “Here comes my fe-mail buddy!” I was fourteen; I thought it was clever. Even when I thought the joke was getting old Penny looked disappointed if I didn’t say it. Then we’d sit down and talk about anything and everything. We both liked books, and Penny was sharp enough to read pretty close to my level, so we even traded books sometimes. That gave us even more to talk about. So, I got to know ten-year-old Penny better than I knew any kid in town except Pete. Seeing Penny was the highlight of my day. When she was gone for a week to visit her cousins in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, I moped for the whole week. I was more attached to her than I would have liked to admit.
Still, once we left at 9:30, Penny and I wouldn’t talk or see each other very often for the rest of the day. I’d run around with Pete, and Penny would ride her bike around town. If she passed us, Pete would whistle and call her “Sexy” or “Foxy Lady.” Penny would blush and then ride away a little faster, standing to pedal, and accidentally sticking her little bubble butt out at us. She never admitted she liked it, but the more Pete teased her, the more often she happened to pass by.
“Dude, you’re embarrassing her!” I finally said one day.
“I am just getting her warmed up for you, my friend,” Pete said. “I bet she grinds her little pussy on that bicycle seat as soon as you’re out of eyeshot.”
“You’re a perv, dude.”
“So are you. I’m just playing with the pretty little girl. YOU are taking the long, slow road to fucking her brains out.”
“She’s just my little friend, okay? She’s only ten.”
“They get older. I keep tellin’ ya. And the way her little body’s starting to change, she’s gonna have tits by next summer.”
“Once she gets tits, she’s gonna look at you with her big blue eyes and you’re gonna wanna—Uh!” he thrust his hips.
“Oh, yeah? I think you’re the one who wants to –UH!” my thrust was bigger.
“I do, but I’m not gonna take away the girl who’s gonna pop my best friend’s cherry. You’re the one who’s gonna—UH! UH! UH! with that little sweetie. And you know why else I’m not gonna UH! UH! UH! with her? Because she wouldn’t let me, well not unless I really put the moves on her.”
“Why wouldn’t she let you?”
“Vincent Lombardi Ericson, you total fucking moron… she’s in love with you. Never seen a girl so in love with a boy.”
I sat silently for several seconds. “You really think she’ll have tits already by next year?” I asked quietly. Girls developed a little later back then. Pete simply nodded in reply. I accepted the notion that she would blossom early as fact. Hell, I was even beginning to believe that I might fall in love with Penny when it happened. Life was easier when you finally just admitted Pete was right about everything.
The rest of that summer passed the way lazy summers did in 1980’s northern Wisconsin. We didn’t have fifteen summer athletic leagues our parents were supposed to drive us to so that we could keep up with the kids from bigger towns. We just hung out and dreamed of how next year our summer shenanigans were going to involve beer parties and drunken high school chicks with gigantic ta-ta’s.
The summer of ‘83 was the year the rubber met the road. Penny had gone from a little girl with a bubblebutt to a little girl with a bubblebutt and the beginnings of big tits. Her once almost white curly blonde hair had begun to change into a more yellow blonde. The way her hips sloped into her backside seemed different. The boys closer to her age didn’t tease eleven-year-old Penny in a mean way anymore. They teased her in a hopeful way. But she had long ago taken to not paying them much mind, and the habit stuck.
The first week of summer, she started showing up for the mail just like the summer before, but now she wore earrings and lip gloss. She wasn’t some little Lolita sex goddess. She was just a cute, slightly round little girl who was growing into a cute slightly curvy teenager. We didn’t use the term “tween” much back then, but that’s what she was, the ultimate tween girl.
About the fourth day of summer, Penny did something she’d never done before. After we got our mail, she asked, “Whatcha doing right now?”
“Well, this being Campton, right now I’m going to do what I’ll be doing for the rest of summer… not a whole hell of a lot.”
“Well, could you help me out with something?” She seemed a little embarrassed to ask. She took a deep breath and sighed. I noticed the way her blossoming titties rose and fell beneath her pink “Baby Soft” t-shirt. God damn, I loved that shirt. It had a blue ribbon right beneath the words across her breasts, and that ribbon had a way of emphasizing the best parts of a girl’s torso. I never really purchased baby lotion in those days, but if I had, it damned sure would have been that brand.
“Sure, Penny, whatcha need?”
“I’m having trouble with my seat.”
I leaned back and took a gander at her round little backside. “Looks just fine to me.” Apparently, all my time with Pete was beginning to show. She punched me on the shoulder, the first time she’d ever actually touched me.
Penny blushed, but then leaned back and looked at my skinny ass. “Yours is doing fine, too,” she said, and then held her breath. I think it was probably the most audacious thing she’d ever said to a boy. Since the earth didn’t open up and swallow her, she continued. “My bicycle seat is all loose and wobbly, and I keep tightening it, but it just gets wobbly again. Would you mind taking a look at THAT seat?”
“Can you ride it right now?”
“Let’s take it over to the garage at my place. We got a million old parts lying around. We’ll fix it up.”
So, we went to my house. I walked, and Penny rode circles around me on her bike, standing and sticking her fine little bottom out at me. For the first time, I didn’t think that part was as much an accident as it had been before. When we got to the garage at our place, we went right in and put her bike upside down on the workbench. I looked at her seat. Then I looked at the one on the bike. “The threads are stripped,” I said. “You just need a new bolt and a nut.”
“Why are the threads stripped?” she asked.
“Well, you ride this thing all the time. Standing up and sitting down and squirming around. It’s just worn out.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that could strip the threads,” she said, seeming quite embarrassed. It took a second for me to realize that by mentioning “squirming around” on the seat she thought I was calling her on the dirty little secret of what she did on her bicycle seat after she got out of eyeshot. Pete had called it right. Big surprise.
“Yep,” I said, deciding to save her. “All that normal wear and tear can strip the threads right out.”
“Oh,” she said, not knowing whether I had just been kind or had entirely missed what happened. “Thanks,” she said in a vague enough fashion to cover either situation. So, I found a little bolt that fit and replaced the nut as well. She got on the bike and we checked that we had everything at the right height for her. It all seemed good to go. All too soon, we were done. “Vince?” she asked, “Why are you so nice to me?”
“You’re sweet and funny,” I said, telling most of the truth.
“Oh….” She’d hoped for the whole truth.
“And even though you’re too young for me, you’re a stone cold little fox.”
“Thanks, Vince. For the bike, too.” She leaned over and kissed me quickly on the lips. I was a bit stunned, but my body had an instant reaction. It screamed for me to grab her and kiss her back—like I meant it—like I’d thought of hundreds of times when I grabbed my dick at night. And she smelled like lilacs and some kind of spice. I’d never realized what a pretty scent could do to your ability to think. My mind, what little of it that still functioned, told me that I should just go ahead and give in to my body. My body wanted to kiss her back too badly to be denied forever. I would have done it, too, but I heard the sound of tires grinding over gravel and looked up to see that my dad’s truck was turning into the driveway. If he hadn’t seen Penny’s hopeful kiss, he’d sure seen the pose we were in right after and probably noticed that we were slowly leaning in toward one another when he’d pulled in. “See ya tomorrow,” she said and quickly rode out of the garage past my dad. “Hi, Mr. Ericson,” she said without pausing.
“Penny, nice to see you,” he said as she pedaled away for all she was worth. “Come again when you can stay longer!” he called after her and chuckled.
“Dad! Wasn’t expecting you back this morning.”
“Apparently not,” he said with a little laugh. “George and Bill had to run into Iron Mountain to get a part for the skidder. We cut everything we could, but we didn’t exactly feel like dragging that shit out by hand. We’ll be back at it tomorrow.” For those of you who’ve been raised in an actual civilization, those last sentences meant my dad was a logger. He wasn’t a huge burly lumberjack like they show in movies. He was long and lean and wiry. He had damned strong hands and forearms, though.
“So, what you gonna do?”
“We’re gonna clean up and head over to The Sluice and shoot some pool and maybe grab burgers for lunch. Want to come along? Or are you more of a mind to go after that little blonde?”
“Don’t know if I should, Dad.”
“Something wrong with her?”
“She’s only eleven.”
“But she kissed you right smack dab on the lips.”
“Didn’t know you saw that.”
“Well, I did. Look, son. This is Campton. Not much special comes your way here. And Penny Fitzroy is kind of special.”
“She’s old enough to know she wants to kiss you, and she damned sure wanted to get kissed back. Can I give you some advice?”
“Sure.” I was just glad he wasn’t treating me like a perv.
“Penny has been in love with you for years. I think probably even before she had any idea what being in love with a boy meant, she was in love with you. Now, her ma is run off, and her dad doesn’t pay her a lick of attention. A boy with bad intentions could take advantage of that, get what he wanted and then break her little heart in a million pieces.”
“I don’t want to do that, Dad.”
“If I thought you did, I wouldn’t steer you toward her. And if you did actually do that, I’d kick your ass from here to Eagle River. But this is Campton, and there ain’t a girl here that matches up to you age-wise, heart-wise, brain-wise and trips-your-trigger-wise. I think we gotta bend the age thing a little bit when it comes to a girl like that.”
“What about her dad?”
“Fitz don’t give a shit about nothin’ since Amy left him. That includes the girl. If he even starts to whine about it… I’ll have a talk with him.” My dad wasn’t the biggest guy in town, but nobody wanted to “have a talk with him.” He looked at me for a bit and seemed to be thinking about something. He decided to continue. “Son, how old was your mom when she got the cancer and died?”
“I barely remember it. I was five. But the dates on her tombstone say she was twenty-three.”
“Yep. Twenty-three. And it was ten years ago. How old am I?”
“You were six years older than Mom?”
“Yep, and we started dating when she was fourteen. Your Grandpa Gustafson wasn’t really happy about it at first, but once he saw how much I loved her, Gussy finally let it happen. He’d decided she was better-off with a hard-working guy who adored her than some horny high-schooler from Gardner who just wanted to get into her pants. I married his seventeen-year-old daughter three weeks out of high school. Your Grandma and Grandpa Ericson gave us this house and moved off to retire in Florida. We were gonna have a big family. That wasn’t the way shit worked out, but at least I got you out of the deal. And I get to see a little of your ma every time you do something bright…. And I see myself every time you do something stupid.” Dad’s grin let me know that he remembered Mom in a good way, not an eternally sad way. “Anyway, my point is… if we’d been in a bigger town, I still don’t think Gussy would have let me and your ma happen. But it was Campton, and there just weren’t a lot of choices. So, we all learned that you kind of take love where we find it.”
“You think I’m gonna fall in love with Penny?”
“Nope. Think you probably already did.”
“You hardly ever see us together. How would you know?”
“You think Pete Carlson never talks to me when I’m down at The Sluice?”
“So, you two old ladies got my life all planned?” I asked with a little laugh.
“Yep. Now don’t fuck it up. Go find that little honey. Dollars-to-donuts she’s riding her bike around town. Besides, you ought to find her today while you have the time. Your summer’s gonna get busier. George wants you to peel pulp three or four days a week, and you need the pocket money. Maybe even get enough to get a car for next year when you can drive.” He headed inside to clean up. Dad was probably the coolest guy in town, but I guess I’m a little prejudiced.
I found Penny riding her bike around town. I asked her if she wouldn’t mind maybe walking for a while. We went back to her house and put the pink bike away. There was something meaningful in that moment. I didn’t get it, but Penny looked at that little pink bike for a long moment, took a deep breath and then turned to me with a touch of sadness in her eyes. Then, after studying my face and seeing things that to this day I’ll never quite see myself, she smiled. Whatever had just happened in her mind, she was at peace with it.
As we left the yard and headed for the water tower, we were hand-in-hand. “Vince?” she asked timidly after we’d walked about a hundred yards in silence. “What’s gonna happen between us today?”
“I’m gonna kiss you a lot. Beyond that, it’s kind of up to you.”
“Am I your girlfriend?”
“Boy, that’s a question. They’re gonna kind of skin me alive at school if I have an eleven-year-old girlfriend.”
“Oh….” She looked down.
“But I guess I don’t give a shit what they think. The only reasons a guy has to try and be cool is to keep from getting beat up and to get a girlfriend. Pete’s got my back for the fighting thing, and if I had you I don’t think I’d really need another girlfriend.”
“So, what’s that mean?”
“Well, I seem to have covered the reasons NOT to be your boyfriend. And then I figured out how they weren’t going to stop me. So, now I just need to figure out if there are any reasons that I SHOULD be your boyfriend.”
“Come up with any yet?”
“I’m thinking!” I teased. She knew I was teasing, and she knew I was going to tell her how wonderful she was pretty soon. That didn’t stop her from having just a tiny bit of nervousness until the moment I actually said them. “You have any?” I asked, dragging it out as long as possible.
“I’m nice to you,” she said.
“So’s Mrs. Nyukennin. Doesn’t mean I want to be her boyfriend.”
“I’m sweet and funny. You said that before.”
“So’s Pete’s new puppy.”
“And you did say that I’m a stone cold fox.”
“Well, there is that,” I said, letting go of her hand and sliding my fingers into the back pocket of her cut-off shorts. She snuck her arm inside mine and timidly slipped her fingers into my back pocket as well. We kind of fit together. It felt right.
“So, am I your girlfriend, then?”
“You’re in a hurry,” I said.
“In a hurry? I been working on this for three summers! Dammit, Vince. I know we’re having fun, but I’m really afraid of making a fool out of myself. Please!”
I turned to her and brushed a curly blonde lock back from her lightly freckled face. “Penny, don’t ever worry about whether or not I really feel the same way. The only thing that’s kept me from falling head over heels in love with you is the fact that you’re so damned young. But, I got over that.”
“Say the words, please,” she asked with tears forming in her blue eyes.
“Penny Fitzroy, I’m head over heels in love with you, little girl. I been thinking about you a lot over the last few years. But I needed that kiss from you today. It made me realize how much I want to be your boyfriend, and how much I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“Those are some real good words, Vince,” she said and kissed me. This time it was no quick little peck and hope. She kissed me proper. I could taste her lip gloss now. It had a cherry flavor to it. We squared up to one another, and she put her arms around my neck. As she went up on her tiptoes to reach me, I slipped my other hand into her other back pocket. Her chest was crushed against my upper stomach, and I could feel that her “big for her age” titties were firm. She was round, but she wasn’t chubby. I squeezed lightly on her bubblebutt. She moaned in my mouth a little and let her tongue slip in. I’d kissed a girl at the junior high dance the year before, but this was the first time I’d had someone else’s tongue in my mouth. Can’t say I minded it one little bit.
“You kiss real nice, Penny,” I said when we came up for air. “Been kissing somebody else?” It was a joke. I didn’t expect the answer I got.
“Remember when I went and visited my cousins in the U.P. last summer?”
“Longest week of the summer,” I said. I got another real nice kiss for that one.
“My cousin let me kiss her boyfriend a couple times.”
“How old was he?”
“Twelve last year,” she said, and then finally caught wind of the little storm brewing inside me. “He wasn’t as good at it as you are, though. It was just playing, you know? We weren’t serious about it.”
“Well, I got no right to be jealous,” I said.
“But you are.”
“I guess I am.”
“That’s okay, Vince. I won’t kiss nobody else. I promise. I’m really going to be a good girlfriend for you.”
“Of course you are, Penny. I’m just being stupid. I mean… I kissed—“
“Jennifer Vander Plas after the junior high dance last year. At least twice, and she put her hand on your butt when you slow danced. I thought I was going to lose out on you for a while there.”
“How do you know all that?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“Pete told me. I think he was trying to get me jealous. He likes me, but he says I’m supposed to end up with you.”
“He’s such an old woman,” I said. “He’s always been trying to get us together. Him and my dad are probably down at The Sluice congratulating one another right now.” They actually were.
“Your dad likes us being together?”
“He said there aren’t many special things that come your way in Campton but Penny Fitzroy is one of ‘em.” Penny surprised me. She got all teary and hugged me, resting her head on my chest. She didn’t cry just a couple tears, either. She wasn’t bawling, but she was soaking my shirt pretty good. “You okay, Pen?” I asked after a little bit.
“There’s only three guys in Campton worth a shit, and they all like me.”
“He don’t beat me, and he don’t try to fuck me. That makes him better than some, but he also don’t care if I live or die, Vince. Mom… she broke him when she left. He ain’t all there anymore.” She didn’t cry about him, but she looked sad.
“Well, I kind of just managed to kill the best make-out session I ever had, but that’s okay, Penny. I want to know all this stuff about you, even if it’s sad.”
“Vince, I don’t want to go to the water tower with you today,” she said.
That was bad news. The water tower was one of the best make-out spots in town. If she was putting the stoppers on that trip; it meant she wasn’t ready for anything heavy. Well, she was young. “You wanna just walk around town holding hand hands and let everybody see we’re together?”
“Vince! That is so radical that you would be willing to do that!” she cried. She had still been worried that she might end up being my “secret girlfriend.” Hell, I wasn’t going to do that to her. If I was going to kiss this pretty girl and tell her I was in love with her, I was going to treat her right all the way around. “But I don’t want to do that, either, baby.”
“Baby?” I said. “I guess I can be ‘baby’ for you.”
“I’ll answer to whatever you call me, Vince. Just make sure you call.”
“So what do you wanna do?”
“My dad is gone to his brother’s in Rhinelander today. They’ll get drunk, and he won’t want to drive home. I got a whole house to myself. I kind of just wanted to know where we were at before I asked you inside.”
Well, damn! This was working out pretty good. “If you’re asking, Penny, I’m gonna say yes.” We turned around and walked the hundred yards back to her house, hand-in-hand.
A yellow Camaro with two older guys and the Heineken girls came buzzing by just as we were hitting the curb. “Get a room!” one of the guys yelled over the sound of .38 Special blaring from the car stereo.
“Already got one!” Penny yelled back. We both grinned and went into her house. The house was little, but Penny kept it damned near spotless. I think she hoped that if their life looked normal, maybe her dad would come back around. He was good at looking normal, too. He kept his assessor’s job with the county, and he even had girlfriends sometimes, but Penny had called it right. He was pretty dead inside. Fortunately, he was gentle by nature, so he never got mean to her. He was just a sad guy. All that came out later, but my focus today was on Penny alone. And that was what I had. Penny, alone.
“I never did anything besides kiss before,” she said as we sat down on the couch.
“Me neither,” I confessed. No need to bluff. Besides, Pete had probably ratted me out anyway. “We don’t have to do nothin’ you don’t wanna do,” I said. “But I’m pretty damned sure I’m okay with doing anything you might have in mind.”
“We’ll make it up as we go along,” she said. “We’ve been talkin’ too much anyway.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, letting her tongue get right in there and do its magic. I was learning how to French kiss. I probed her mouth pretty deeply a couple times, and ran my tongue around her gum ridge a few times, too. It was all good, but the best thing was just when we let our tongues dance and chase each other around.
It was early June and already pretty damned hot. We’d worked up a bit of a sweat. When we took a break for a few seconds, Penny noticed that I was sweating through my shirt. “It’s hot in here,” she said. “You can take that shirt off if you want.”
I wanted to tell her that she could take hers off, too, but I was just a little too shy to do that. I was really afraid of spooking her. So, I asked something stupid instead. “Can I take my shoes off, too?”
“Sure,” she said, kicking her sandals off her feet and putting her feet up into my lap when I sat back down after walking my shoes a respectable distance away from a girl I really didn’t want to have to catch a whiff of the old sneakers I always wore without socks in the summer. I tickled her feet, and watched her chest bounce a little as she giggled. “Everybody stares at ‘em now,” she said with a little laugh. “It’s kind of scary sometimes, but it’s okay if you do it.”
“Geez, Penny, you really got pretty titties.” I wasn’t exactly the Shakespeare of Northland County.
“Thanks, Vince,” she said. “I like your chest, too.” Once again, she wondered if it was okay to go that far in the things she said. She bit her lower lip and looked at me.
“You can touch it if you want,” I offered. She reached her fingertips out and gently stroked my chest and trailed off almost all the way down to my belly button. It was such a delicate touch that I jumped a little. She pulled her hand back. “It was nice,” I said. “It just got a little sensitive—in a really good way—when you got down on my belly.”
“You’re a sexy guy, baby. I like touching you.” She trailed her little fingers around on my chest and belly for a while. I’d suck in a deep breath any time she got near the belly button. She was feminine and pretty, and she was getting close to where I kept my man parts. She was making a game of it, but she wasn’t teasing. It fascinated her to have so much power over my body. She put both her hands on my thighs and leaned in and kissed me on the chest a few times. It was very erotic, but so much of it was just experimenting that it all felt sweet, not dirty. She looked into my eyes for a second and then kissed me on the nipple. She looked into my eyes for a second time and then kissed me on the other nipple, giving it just a little touch with the tip of her tongue. I shuddered. “I didn’t know you guys were so sensitive there, too,” she whispered. She Frenched me for a little bit, and then leaned back.
She took my hands and led them to the bottom of her Baby Soft t-shirt. She looked me in the eyes again, and then nodded. I slowly raised that wonderful shirt up over her head. Her little bra, white with a pink bow at the center, seemed overmatched by the titties it was holding back. She seemed to be growing faster than her wardrobe. Penny reached back to unclasp the bra. She stopped. “You better learn how to do this,” she said. “I think that’s the way it’s supposed to go.”
I slowly reached around her back. My hands were a little shaky, and the kisses she gave my neck to calm me actually just spiked my desire. Her scent had changed slightly from our exertion and from the arousal our make-out session had brought her. I had never experienced anything like it, and along with all the tenderness and fascination, I felt the hunger of a horny teenage boy. My beautiful little Penny was awakening a bit of the wolf inside her young lover. The wolf was less nervous than the young lover. My hands steadied enough to let me find the single clasp of her bra and pull it free. She breathed a sigh of relief, free from the constraint. I pulled the straps down off of her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor.
There was a moment when time stopped for me. I will always remember my first sight of Penny’s titties. They were by no means huge; they were just the beginnings of what would obviously become big tits. But they were still just “titties,” still something that belonged to a little girl. They were, and there is no more accurate adjective… perfect. They stood up away from her even with no bra to support them. Her skin was pale, and the areolae and nipples were soft pink. The nipples stood erect and inviting. We had moved past the point where every step we took involved seeking permission. There was no doubt we would stop the second she asked for us to stop, but there was also now no doubt that the wolf arising within me would put her to the test on that point. It wanted everything that her body had to offer.
I had always imagined feeling up her titties with my hands, but now that they were there in front of me, my desire to taste them overpowered my desire to fondle them. I leaned directly down to them and began kissing and licking at the nipples. My body had stiffened and I gasped a bit when she kissed me on the chest. Penny’s reaction was different. She moaned out loud, and her movements were centered in her little pussy. As soon as I began to suck on her nipple, she squirmed to a point that she wound up with her legs wrapped around my thigh, and she slid herself up and down slightly. Now, my hands got into the business, fondling and tweaking one tittie while I sucked on the other. Without even realizing I did it, I pushed her flat on her back on the couch and then dropped the hand from her nipple to the front of her shorts.
She was so warm down there, and I could feel the shape of her through the front of her shorts. There was a good deal of softness down there, and then the clearly defined drop off into the wonderland below. I didn’t dig at her, because I didn’t have to. Penny raised and lowered her hips against my fingers, sometimes even circling against them. Her only previous lover had been a bicycle seat, and she felt most comfortable moving herself against a stationary object. For a long time, we stayed like that, me fondling one nipple and then sucking on the other. Her, grinding against my hand. I would move from her titties once in a while to kiss her cherry-flavored lips or her slender white neck. She took the kisses hungrily, and kept writhing against my hand at every second.
The wolf wanted inside those shorts. My hand was steady as I slid up to the button at the front of her shorts. For the first time, Penny wanted to slow things down a bit. She gently took my hand away from the button and urged me to roll to my back. I let her take me there. She straddled me and began to lean down and kiss my chest. As she did, she started to wiggle and grind against me, and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. In the shuffling around, I had ended up trapped inside my shorts, my dick pointed the wrong way. I lifted her off of me, and she seemed shocked. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked as she stood next to the couch.
“My, uh, guy is caught the wrong way,” I said, reaching into my shorts and pulling it into the right position. It was the first time she had really noticed the bulge in the front of my shorts. She seemed kind of afraid of it, but she didn’t take her eyes off of it, either.
“We’re going really fast,” she said when she finally lifted her eyes to meet me. “God, I hope I’m not a slut.”
“You’ve only ever done any of this with me, Pen. And, we’ve been waiting for a long time.” It was a good answer, which is why I was surprised that I came up with it. She didn’t feel so “easy” now. Looking back, I have to admit, she was awfully “good to go” for a girl that was so young. But she’d blossomed earlier than most other girls in her class, and she was really in love with the boy she was sharing these experiences with. The two of us had years invested in this. I wasn’t just some guy. I was her boyfriend, the one she’d wanted to have for so long. And I had professed that I felt the same about her. Still, and she would admit this as well, she was a hot-blooded little thing by nature. In different circumstances she might have turned into something besides an angelic little girlfriend.
I stood up and took her into my arms and kissed her. She melted into me. Some instinct from somewhere inside me, maybe it was from watching movies, or maybe it was just the wolf, told me to try something dramatic. She needed to be swept away again. I scooped her up into my arms and began to carry her down the hall. I was peeking into the rooms, trying to make sure my grand gesture didn’t end up with me carrying her into the bathroom. When we got to one particular door, her hand trailed down and reached for the knob—the one on the door.
We stepped into my lady’s chambers. The curtains and bedspread were pink, and there were lots of stuffed animals on the bed. The walls were decorated with smiling photos of Scott Baio, the TV heartthrob of the year, and Robin Yount, the Milwaukee Brewer who was last season’s AL MVP. As we approached the bed, Penny swept her arm through the pile of stuffed toys and knocked them to the floor. “Sorry, Mr. BoBo,” she whispered. Her favorite bedmate had just been cast aside in favor of someone new.
I placed her gently on the bed, and started to join her. She surprised me by rolling right off the other side and running from the room. She came back a few seconds later with all our clothes and my shoes. “About once every two weeks, my Grandma just shows up,” she explained. I nodded. We probably should have been in here from the start, but things had been happening on the couch that neither of us wanted to stop at the moment. “But, we have ground floor windows,” she added. “You can get out in a hurry—or maybe sometimes get in.” When I became a father some time later, I always had my daughters’ bedrooms upstairs. I would learn that summer just how damned convenient ground floor windows are for teenage boys.
“Well, I feel safer now,” I said, looking for anything to say.
“I don’t,” she said. She had a funny little smile on her face. It was sad and hopeful all at once. The boy, alone in her room with a locked door and a very inviting bed must have looked like the end of one part of her life. But at the same time, there was hope that the new part of her life would be wonderful, and less lonely. These were things I thought of later. At the moment most of my thoughts were about how incredible her titties looked against her little frame. To be fair, her eyes were wandering my body pretty thoroughly as well. She pulled back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet, casting them to the floor.
Penny crossed to me and looked me in the eyes. She reached up and kissed me. I held her close. “I love you, little fox,” I said. Penny didn’t say anything, but she unzipped my denim shorts and let them fall to the floor. She did the same to her own. There we stood, her in pink panties with obvious moisture on the front, me in tighty whiteys with a bit of my cock pointing out the top.
“I was getting kind of tired of having all that denim,” she said. “This doesn’t mean…” she trailed off. She didn’t want to say just what it didn’t mean, especially since maybe it did mean just that.
“Turn around,” I said. She looked a little surprised, but did as I asked. “I love your little bottom,” I said, seeing it in only panties.
“My bubblebutt?” she asked as if it was a great shock. But she knew from this morning that I liked it. Maybe she’d always known that I liked it. I kissed her on the shoulders and massaged her bottom as she wiggled it into my hands. Soon, I moved my kisses to her neck and reached around to massage her titties. As soon as I began that, she started to grind back against me. Intimate contact made her want to writhe against something, and if there was nothing in front of her, she’d have to settle for something behind. We did that for a bit, my erection growing to its largest point of the day. Penny could tell it was there, but she didn’t seem to want to move away from it.
The wolf made my hands slide down her belly, and she didn’t stop me when I slipped inside her panties. Soon, she was grinding her naked folds onto my eager fingers. She had some hair down there, but not much. She was in puberty, not entirely through it. Still, the hair made me feel less like a dirty older boy and more like a boyfriend. As she ground her soft, wet warmth against me, she found her spot. I could feel it, then. There was a little stem and button, this was what she wanted to press against my fingers. My hand took over, then. I began moving very quickly over this spot and then plunging my fingers into her folds to get more of the wonderful smelling wet stuff I found there.
Penny began to moan loudly as I did this, and she jammed her butt hard against my cock. She slid up and down a little, but had stopped circling so much. She was having a hard time standing up straight, so I threw my other arm around her waist and let her bend over. I held her up as I continued to frantically finger her while she kept sliding her butt up and down my shaft. The sound that came out of her was different from her moans, now. It was higher pitched, like a little squeal. Then it dropped into a breathy pant. Finally, there was a quiet moment followed by three loud “Aaaaahs!” The last was longer and throatier than the rest. I had read enough Penthouse Forum letters to know that she had just cum—or “climaxed” as the letters often said.
It was wonderful and sweet, but it really brought the wolf out in me. Duran Duran’s “Hungry Like the Wolf” featured a girl moaning in the throes of ecstasy, and I had just heard a very similar sound in real life. More importantly I had just made it happen. Penny was limp for a few moments, overcome with what had just happened to her. I was overcome as well. Gone was the sweet, timid young lover. Gone were the thoughts that I must be gentle and patient with this, oh, so very young girl. All that seemed to be there was a desire to have this little body in every way imaginable. She might have been a stranger to me for all I thought about things like love in that moment. I even seemed a stranger to myself.
I steered her to the bed and pulled her panties off before she really had gained control of her senses. I dropped my briefs and crawled in with her. Her eyes flew wide as she saw me position myself between her legs. She didn’t say anything, though. Her body had desires as well, and all her clever little mind could think was that she had been an equal participant in bringing things this far this fast. Whether she would have chosen to allow the thing that was about to happen had she had more time to think of it, I don’t really know. But she was too deep in it, now. Perhaps she was a stranger to herself at the moment as well.
I lined myself up and began to try and slide in. I wasn’t quite ready for the tightness of her young pussy. I had thought I would just slip right in there. My cock turned aside. “Maybe I’m just too small,” she whispered. There was embarrassment in her voice, and maybe the last hope for escape. I gently shushed her. She nodded and bit her lower lip, one of her most adorably girlish expressions. It made me want to take her all the more. It felt dirtier than ever to desire such an adorable little thing, but the dirty feeling just added to my certainty that I had to do this thing RIGHT NOW. The second time, I used a hand to keep myself straight and pushed hard enough to slip the head inside. I almost lost control right then. We would have had the shortest first time in history.
Penny wasn’t warm inside; she was hot. And her pussy was so tight that it made firm contact with every part of my shaft at every instant. She made a little squeak. It was more of surprise than pain, but there was definitely a little of the latter. I pushed in and found that the bicycle seat had not broken her cherry despite what I was pretty convinced were fairly vigorous efforts on her part. My little fox loved to grind on things. The wolf part of me brought a little smile to my face. There was no stopping this now. I took her.
Penny let out a very distinct “OWIE!” as I pierced her cherry. “Vince, it kind of hurts!” she said, not quite asking me to stop.
“It’s supposed to the first time, but just for a little bit.”
“It still kind of does.”
“It’ll be okay. I’m going to start moving now.” She probably would have stopped if I had asked her flat out if she wanted to. But, she was dealing with the issue of being an eleven-year-old who had committed herself to being a teenage boy’s girlfriend. She didn’t want to look like a baby. A better, more experienced lover would have probably known how to work in and out slowly to stretch her out less painfully. But a more experienced lover probably shouldn’t be fucking an eleven-year-old girl. Hell, I was pretty sure I probably shouldn’t be. But I was doing it, and I did it the best I knew how to at the moment. “I love you, Penny,” I repeated many times as I pumped in and out of her at a rapid pace.
“My pussy doesn’t hurt as much,” she said, more to herself than to me. Then her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”
I was cutting loose on her now, driving in all the way, lightly bumping the back of her little pussy with my slightly long—and at the time fairly skinny—cock. She was so tight that even though she was soaking wet there was resistance to every movement. Her pussy didn’t just push out when I drove forward; it sucked back when I withdrew. And its grip was firm. Penny’s little snatch was squeezing the hell out of me. My constant repetition of how much I loved her, gave way to the baser words forming in my animal brain. “You are such a tight little fuck!” I whispered. “God, I love your little pussy!”
“Vince?” she asked, a little taken aback by the sudden dirty language.
“It’s okay, Penny. I still love you. You just turn me on so much, you sweet little fuck!”
“Vince, I’m not sure I like the dirty—“
“You do it, too,” I said, making a bit of a demand.
“I-I love your cock?” she said.
“Good! More, little girl!”
“Fuck my pussy, baby?”
“Sweet little fuck, tell me more!”
“It hurts a little cause you’re so big, but my little cunny wants it in there!” This was the first time it didn’t sound like a question. I was driving toward my finish now. It had only been a couple minutes, but we were so very young. “My cunny likes you fucking it!” she cried, seeing how wild her last declaration had made me. “I’m Vince’s sweet little fuck-fox!” How the hell she even came up with that one, I’ll never know. I was really putting it to her tight snatch at the moment.
Then, I erupted inside her. I had cum plenty of times at my own hand, but no outside force had ever prompted me to it. Penny’s incredibly hot and tight little pussy brought out more semen than I had known I could produce. I kept slowly pumping in and out and still jerking as one more jet, and then one more, and then one more worked its way out of me. Penny’s little box was filled with it.
It was then, and only then, that I thought that I should have used a rubber. Honestly, I know a lot of guys conveniently “forget” to think of it, but I had been so carried away with thoughts of my first time, and the wolf was upon me so badly that I had never even considered it. Penny was having the same thoughts right about then.
“We’ve got to be more careful,” she said when I finally stopped moving on top of her.
“I know. I just got so excited I forgot.”
“I’ve had my period once or twice already, Vince. I could get pregnant.”
“Sorry. We’ll be more careful next time.”
We were quiet for a little while, just lying in each other’s arms. The strangers had left us. I was elated to have finally had sex. But I was wondering if the girl I loved, and I really did love her, felt the same way. Had I let my selfish desires rob her of something? Suddenly, she squeezed me tight and giggled. I looked down at her. “Baby, we had sex,” she said.
“Yeah, little fox. We had sex. And you were really, really good.”
“I didn’t do much. I just kind of laid there and got fucked.” She was silent for a moment. “I did say the dirty words you asked me to say. That kind of got you really excited.”
“I didn’t know I was gonna do that. I hope it didn’t creep you out or nothin’.”
“No. I kind of liked it once I saw how much you liked it.”
“It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be.”
“What did you think it would be?”
“More romantic, I guess.” She looked at me and saw that I was disappointed in myself. “Don’t get me wrong, baby. I liked it after it stopped hurting, and that was really just at the beginning.”
“When I popped your—when I broke your hymen.”
“Well, that, and at first it seemed like I wasn’t deep enough, but that got stretched out, too. It fit really good at the end.”
“But it wasn’t the way you wanted it to be, was it?”
“Baby, don’t look like that. It felt really good, and it was fun to talk like that—once I got used to the idea. But, I was just thinking it should be—“ I never let her finish.
I kissed her and pulled her on top of me. “Penny, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You’re a princess and an angel, and I love you.” She smiled and kissed me on the lips.
“Wait right here, baby,” she said. She ran her naked little body across the hall and came back a moment later. “My dad keeps a bunch of these in the drawer,” she said, handing me a Trojan. “He has girlfriends sometimes.” She looked at me and smiled, waiting for me to put it on.
I had been flagging after we had finished, but the implication of what she was handing me brought me right back to life. I had put a few of these on before. Pete had given me some of his and told me I should practice. He took care of the parts of my education that school seemed to miss. I had a good fit, and Penny started to roll onto her back. I pulled her on top of me.
“This way?” she asked. “I’m not sure I’ll know how.”
“You’ll be incredible. And you’ll be in control. And it will be right for you this time.” She bit her lower lip and thought for a moment. “I love you, Penny Fitzroy,” I said.
“I’m yours forever, Vince Ericson,” she whispered and tentatively guided me into her. It was still pretty difficult to get into her, but she had learned from my mistake, and kept her hand there until I was partway in. “Wow!” she whispered. “Still a little tender.” I looked at her for guidance. “It’s okay, baby. I want to make love to you again. I’m way more sure this time than I was before.” And she was more certain… and more vocal. This time, she was the one who talked. “I love how strong you are,” she said as she slid down all the way onto me. “I love the way you’re just… unnh… a little too big for me,” she groaned, and then smiled. “In every way,” she added. She began rising slowly up and down. “I love the way you look at me, and the way you have always been nice to me.”
Penny had an almost serene look on her little face. There was still some effort to stretch and take me in each time she dropped all the way down, but she spent most of her time just finding little movements that felt good to her and smiling with delight any time she made me gasp or moan. “I love the pretty things you say to me, and I loved the dirty things you said, too.” She leaned down a little lower, closer to my chest. “Make sweet love to me this time, baby.”
I began to move beneath her, making long slow thrusts deep inside her little cunny. If she liked to call it that, I would learn to think of it that way. She cooed softly as I slid up into her tight channel. “I love you, Penny girl,” I said. “I love you something crazy.”
“It’s always been you, baby. There was never anybody else I wanted to do this with…. Oh! Oh my! My wonderful boyfriend.” I kept up the long, slow deep strokes into the depths of my little Penny. This time it really was my little angel that I made love to. There were no strangers in the bed this time. Even as I grew tired, I kept the steady pace, for her.
She began to writhe again. Her natural instinct had always been to rub and grind on something. I stopped moving and just kept my hips pushing gently upward. Penny sat straight up over me, lacing her fingers through mine as I supported her. She explored this position as I gazed adoringly at her pretty face and then gazed longingly at her perfect, proud titties. She let my gaze guide her, and she steered my hands to her chest. I spent a few minutes, gently kneading and massaging her titties as she put her hands on her bottom and made circles, rises and falls on my shaft. Even before I had ever made love to her, my Penny knew how to grind and take pleasure from it. She was exactly where she wanted to be in that moment, and she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
Then, the feeling got more intense for her. She pushed my hands aside and put both her little palms on my chest. She began making rapid up and down movements, taking me deep inside her, almost letting me slip out and then taking me in deeply. Then, her climax came. There were a few squeaks, followed by one exclamation, “I will love you forever, baby.” After that, she emitted a few quick “Ah’s” and one long, high pitched “Oooooo!” Her little body shuddered as she found her moment. She collapsed on top of my chest for several long seconds.
“That was so beautiful, Penny,” I whispered, meaning it with all my heart.
She had caught her breath. She rose up and looked at me with a bit of naughtiness in her eyes. “Do you love me, baby?” she asked.
“Then put me on my back and do it like before,” she said. “I’ll give you the words you like.”
Her naughtiness was contagious. “The words, I like?”
“The words we both like,” she said, grinning and turning a little red. “Fuck me, Vince.”
In the movies, and even in real life, once they have more experience, the lovers never slip out when he dramatically rolls her to her back. I slipped out, and then over-rotated right off the bed and onto the floor, nearly taking her with me. She never let me forget that, and I needed no reminders to recall what happened next. She rolled to her knees to look at me and see if I was okay. I was already bounding back to my feet and heading toward the bed. I saw the entrance to her from the backside. Right beneath that little bubblebutt was a passage to paradise. And Penthouse Forum had told me that a guy could take that path. I slid my arm around her waist and went right into a position I’d seen in one of the movies Pete had brought over to the house a few weeks back.
“Um, not in my—Oh wow! I didn’t even know you could get in my cunny that way!” I began to take her doggystyle. “OH! Holy cow! That is so gnarly!” This was different than anything we had done all day. It was fun. There was no wolf, and no serious young lover. This was naughty play. “That’s it, Vince. You really got it now! Fuck my pussy, baby!”
“You are the most amazing girl ever!” I cried in disbelief. How had I fallen for a girl so much younger than me and ended up with such a wild lover? “I love my sweet little fox!”
“OH! OH! I love this!”
“What a sweet little cunt!” I said, using the basest word I knew, but not feeling bad in any way. Penny was caught between giggling and moaning. I didn’t really know that people used the word “romp” to describe a style of making love. But that’s what it was, a naughty little romp. I wished it could have lasted forever, but it didn’t really last very long at all. I was inexperienced, that was part of it. But mostly it was just the incredible tightness of her little snatch, and the sexy sounds and words she used.
“Fuck my pussy, baby! So good!” When she sensed I was about to erupt, she urged me toward it. “Cum in me, baby! Cum in my cunny!” It wasn’t really needed, but it was fun to hear. There was no way I was going to hold out any longer when I could look down and see my shaft sliding into her pussy beneath her bubblebutt. I was being warmed and squeezed by the wonders of her body. Control was no longer an option. I let loose with an orgasm that I was sure would blow that rubber right off my dick. I’m sure every boy has felt that way at some point. After several long seconds of firing everything I had into the sheath, I was spent. “You are incredible!” she said. Sure, she didn’t have much basis for comparison, but to this day, I think I really was pretty good that time. I was, at the very least, quite inspired.
We were both very satisfied with what we had done, and were ready to call a halt. In all, I would come to realize, our little sessions hadn’t lasted very long. We hadn’t the experience to get to the edge of things and sustain the pleasure for a while. Besides, I’m sure that she had taken all her little body could in one day. More might have been punishment instead of pleasure. So, in the end, we had done things just right for who we were at the moment. So, we had reached the finish. But Pete had never told me what to do with a damned rubber once I was done!
I pulled out of my little lover, and she scooted away so she could turn and face me. When she looked at me and saw the confused expression on my face and the little water balloon hanging off my flagging dick, she burst out laughing. Then, she grew a little thoughtful, wanting to prove her cleverness by helping me out of my predicament. In a moment, she figured it out. She grabbed a few Kleenex off of her nightstand and pulled the rubber off of me, catching its contents in the tissues. Problem solved and a crucial new life skill learned.
Then, came the most wonderful afterglow I would ever experience: my Penny girl and I learning how to deal with the “wet spot” for the first time, the brief discussion of what we should do about the little bloodstains on the sheet, the long discussion of how we could find chances to do this again and again, and endless declarations of eternal love. Finally, we drifted off into a nap, the first time either of us fell asleep in a lover’s arms.
We cuddled and kissed and napped away the rest of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon before we finally went down to The Sluice and talked my by then slightly drunk dad into buying us burgers. Then, we went to the yard of the abandoned one-room schoolhouse and I carved our declaration into the Lover’s Tree. Penny and I had no clue of the agonies and ecstasies lovers could put one another through. We didn’t see the twists and turns of fate that were waiting for us. But we knew we loved one another, and when you’re young there’s not much else you need to know.
Campton is all but abandoned now; even The Sluice is closed. Pete runs a liquor distributorship down in the Fox River Valley. But I still remember that little town and those lazy summers with great clarity. And if there are ever any details I forget, I can always just ask my wife.
Penny and I made a lot of ridiculous promises to one another that day in June of 1983. And we kept every god-damned one of them. The Lover’s Tree and the old schoolhouse are long gone, but the words I carved that day still ring true: “Penny and Vince Forever.”
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