Whenever I move, the stereo is ALWAYS the first thing to set up. I've GOTTA have music playing when I'm moving "stuff". I had set up the entertainment center in the AV cabinet, and just started one of my "home music" collections playing when a voice behind me said, "Cool CD, who is it?"

I turned around to see a small girl standing there, her wet hair steaming into the chill air, and a towel draped over her shoulders. "You shouldn't stand in the cold all wet like that", I said smiling at her, "And the music was put together by a couple of friends of mine, and it's my cousin singing."

I stood up and went over to her. She let me take the towel from her shoulders and start drying her off. As I finished her arms and legs, and up her back, I turned her around and was suddenly faced with a little pair of bare breasts.

She giggled at my hesitation and said coyly, "What's wrong? Never seen a girl before?" She obviously wasn't as young as I originally thought, and certainly too old to be running around in only a pair of shorts.

I tend to recover quickly, though. All those conference meetings I guess. I smiled up at her, "Of course I've seen girls before. Just not you." I gave her a playful peck on her navel, and finished drying her off.

I tossed the wet towel over a chair back and pulled out a thick fleece blanket I had purchased on the way down. I draped it over her shoulders and sat her down on the couch, then lit the fire already in the fireplace from my initial visit.

"You stay there a bit and get warm while I move in the rest of my stuff, okay?" She grinned, enjoying the attention, and I headed back down for the next load.

Twenty minutes later, I finally locked up the Hummer and closed the door. The girl was laying there on the couch, the hot fleece thrown off her now naked body, completely asleep. I felt under the couch and found her shorts, but no panties.

I sat down abruptly beside her, and she came suddenly awake to see me there holding her shorts out. "It was too hot", she smiled, and moved one of her legs from behind me to my lap, her foot started rubbing my crotch with the skill of ... a rank novice.

Up to that point, it certainly seemed like she had done this before. Now, however, that seemed unlikely. "Put these on, and we'll talk."

I dropped them beside her on the couch, and went into the bathroom, unpacking and collapsing the boxes there in about ten minutes, and bringing back the hair brush.

She was still sitting there, looking pretty nervous now, but with her shorts back on at least. The way she was hunched up gave the impression she wanted to cover her breasts, but knew that would only make things worse.

I slid around behind her and started brushing out her hair. It was honey-blonde, almost perfectly straight, and shoulder length. "So what's your name?"

"Cassandra", she pouted, "I hate it."

"Why? Cassandra is a great name. What would you rather be called?", I asked quietly, still stroking out her damp hair.

She sighed, "It doesn't matter. I'd still be a girl."

"What's wrong with being a girl?"

"These!", she roughly pulled out her nipples to let them pop back to her chest. That must have hurt, but she looked too frustrated to care.

"What's wrong with having breasts?", I asked casually.

"None of the boys just wanna hang anymore. Whenever I try to talk to them, they just stare at my tits and get all tongue tied."

I kept gently brushing her hair for a few moments, trying to think up a solution, but also gently calming her with the rhythmic strokes. I sighed, "It sounds like you have a problem. You can't cut off your tits, though, can you?"

She giggled, "No, of course not."

"Well, what do you wear that shows your tits off and distracts the boys so much?", I put down the brush and wrapped my arms across her bare midriff. If I kept brushing, the dry air would have her hair so full of static she'd look like she'd frenched a light socket.

"I go to a Catholic school. We have to wear uniforms, and they can see my bumps real easy poking out the blouse." She snuggled back against me, relaxed and warm, talking her problem out at least, if not yet finding a solution.

"So how old are you and when did this problem start?"

Just then I heard someone call from outside. "That's my mom. Oh, God, if she sees me here like this I'm dead."

"Relax. That's a little easier to handle than your other problem. Go to the door, but don't open it till I tell you." I picked up the phone and called the house. "When I tell you, run down and get your stuff then come back up here. But if I'm standing in the door waving, go right into the house." She nodded her understanding from the door.

I was standing at the window and had seen her mother jog into the house to catch the phone, "Go." She pulled open the door a crack, then seeing no sign of her mother, dashed out as the phone picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?", said a very sexy voice, but obviously a young girl trying too hard.

I decided to play along, "Hello! Forget what I called about, are you busy Friday night?"

There was a muffled giggle, then, "Who is this?"

In a more normal voice, I said, "It's your new neighbor. I guess that makes you either Amanda or Heather, right? Is your mother there?"

There was a muffled giggle, then, "Just a minute."

"Hello?", answered an older voice.

"Hi. Were you looking for Cassandra?"

"As a matter of fact I was. Is she up there pestering you already?" The door opened to admit a breathless Cassandra, who closed it quietly behind her when she saw me still on the phone.

"Well, yes and no. Yes she's up here, but no she's not pestering me. Actually, I was hoping she could stay a little while. If it's not convenient, I'll understand of course. I wouldn't want to impose, especially on my first day."

"Oh, no, it's no problem. She tends to go off on her own, though, and I like her indoors around dark, that's all. You're sure you don't mind? If she gets to be a bother, you just let me know. I warn you though, the last man that rented left after the first month. He said he was looking for someplace quieter."

"I know, I read his notes. If you're interested, he did mention that he was generally uncomfortable around children, so that made the problem even worse for him. I on the other hand, like children just fine. It's barking dogs that get me."

She laughed. "Well, I guess I'll put off starting up the kennel for a while more", she joked. Just then there was a bright flash accompanied by a sizzling clap of thunder. The phone went dead and the lights went out.

I'll give Cassandra this, she didn't let out a squeak when it happened. Several seconds later I heard, "Cool!", from over by the window. In the near silence, I heard the wind quickly rising over the faint beeping of the backup power supply on the computer. I powered it down and unplugged all the equipment, and headed over to where Cassandra was watching the lightning play across the sky. I slid my arms around her from behind and we both stood there awed by the spectacle of a splendid electrical storm.

We both jumped as the phone rang loudly. I picked it up in the firelight, and headed to the bureau containing an assortment of candles I had picked up here. It was on the standard list of things I don't move, but buy first thing.

"Hello?", I answered.

"Are you guys okay? That sounded pretty close", I could hear the worry in her voice.

"Oh, yeah. We were just watching the lightning out south of us. The power's off, so I imagine a fuse blew. I'm headed down there in a sec as soon as I set up a couple of candles."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should..." Just then, the rain started. One second the wind was howling to the rhythm of the distant thunder, then it was all drowned out by a torrent of water hitting the roof. I looked out onto the balcony and saw pea sized hail mixed in, partially explaining the volume of the noise. "Well, I WAS going to suggest you send her home so you don't get stuck with her, but I guess you'll have to wait till this lets up a bit."

"I don't know if that's even a good idea. That rain looks pretty cold. Tell you what. Cassandra already fell asleep on my couch once, I don't think she'd mind camping out here for the night, if that's okay with you."

That finally drew her attention from the storm-lashed trees. I raised my eyebrows in question, to which she smiled and nodded enthusiastically, then she gave me a naughty smile and inched her tanktop up with both hands as if to take it off, which she did as soon as I smiled and shrugged that it was okay with me.

It was then that I realized I had lost the connection again. I was about to hang up and redial when I heard call-waiting announce another call. It was her calling back, of course.

"Before the line goes dead again, I'll assume she's staying there if she isn't in by nine. It's Thursday night, but toworrow's a school holiday, so she can sleep in as long as she wants."

"Thanks, I'll tell her and let her make the decision..." About half way through this, the static suddenly increased on the line, then the line went dead again.

I looked over at the naked girl standing there at the window, looking out into the fury of the storm. She looked like she belonged there somehow, at one with the storm. Her battered life somehow carricaturized in the flailing branches, her frustration echoed in the howling of the wind.

As I slipped my hands around onto her bare stomach, though, I could tell it was just my own melodramatic perspective that echoed in the metaphores. In her, I could feel the excitement of the storm, a shiver every time the thunder crashed nearby. She gently covered my hands with her own, and leaned back into me. I watched the storm's rage, not noticing my near fatal mistake until a finger slid over the hot slippery surface of virgin territory.

"Call me Storm", she murmurred quietly. It sounded like she was quoting someone, and it sounded familiar, but not enough to place it.

I started to casually move my hands to a safer position, but she was having none of that. She pushed my hands back down. She didn't say anything, and it was just a gentle pressure, more like giving permission than demanding.

I whispered in her ear as my finger slipped down to pause just millimeters from the top of her slit, "Are you sure?"

Her head turned and she kissed the bicep draped in front of her shoulder, "Please?", she pleaded. How could I ever resist that?

As we stood there, I gently brought her off. Nothing spectacular, probably about as good as she usually did herself. Just trying to make it nice, maybe just past friendly. I smiled at the thought.

Afterwards, she sighed and turned around smiling there in my arms. "Thank you. I was a little scared at first, but it ended up really nice. Can we do it again sometime?"

"Sure we can. What are friends for if not to make each other feel good?"

"Can I make you feel good now?", she smiled up at me......(cont)