She was young, fragile, naïve and alone beside him, in his car. Her beauty was untold, the day hot, and her dress had ridden up her leg to where her panties were almost showing – he could imagine how they looked. Every day it grew worse, he knew he was not suppose to, but every day her body became more and more alluring, one day he would break and with no regard for the consequences, she would be his.
Today, they would be alone for many hours, today could be the day. It would take little to get her to remove her clothes, she wanted to please him, and she would and he her if he had his way.
It was time; he could deny it no longer. Why had society brought forth among them such unsolvable a puzzle as this? What was underage? Why must he deny his desires when she can fill them so readily? When she’d likely enjoy it almost as much, if not as much or more than he?
Puritan law and Puritan nonsense; the silhouette of her body haunted his dreams; his lust for her was too great as was her desire to please him.
And out of no where a voice boomed, “I shall grant thee two wishes.”
Today was the day…