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Mr. Marin already had the grill going and was preparing the trout.

"What can I do to help?"

I noticed that he was trying not to look at me. Look at my tits. That was a good sign; he'd noticed. Not to brag, but what man wouldn't? Even old Mr. Philbin couldn't help himself.

"Go inside, in the kitchen. The coffee pot's already; you just need to turn it on. You can set the table; make yourself at home."

He had a lovely home with great views of the lake. I found dishes, silverware; there was a container of orange juice in the refrigerator. I had the kitchen table all set when he came in with the fish.

We made small talk for a while; he asked me about my summer plans and going to college in the fall.

Then I broached the subject that I came here for. "Mr. Marin, all the kids say they can ask you about anything; about any problems. You may not know the answer, but you listen."

"I'm flattered. What's going on?"

I didn't tell him what I'd let Harlan Babcock do; not specifically, but in general terms. That would be so embarrassing. "I'm so frustrated."

"You should see the school psychologist or school nurse. I'm not equipped to answer those kinds of questions, especially from a girl."

"That's the thing, Mr. Marin. I don't want to be a girl anymore. I want to be a woman."

Then I did the boldest thing I'd ever done. I got up, walked to the other side of the table and sat on his lap. "Mr. Marin, help me become a woman."

He didn't push me off; he didn't do anything. "Darlene, I'm old enough to be your father. There are plenty of boys at school who'd be thrilled to go out with you."

"That's the problem, I don't want to go out with a boy. I need a man. A man like you."

Above I said the boldest thing I ever did was to sit on his lap. Not true.

I kissed him on the mouth and took his hand and put it right on my tit and held it there.

Mr. Marin's eyes got big. He pulled away. "Darlene, this is highly inappropriate. We shouldn't . . ."

I got even bolder. I took off my bikini top, kissed him again; this time with my tongue.

Two things about Mr. Marin or maybe it's all men. One, he wasn't stupid and two, he was a man.

I was still on his lap and I could feel movement under my ass. His hand, without my assistance, went to my tit. We continued to kiss; he started using his tongue. I had a smile on my face. Unlike Harlan, he knew how to handle my tits. His hand felt so, so good.

I didn't think I knew how to seduce a guy, but I was pretty sure I was seducing Mr. Marin.

TO BE CONTINUED

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