Love Bites

Love Bites

By Richard Bacula

"You've grown." I said. "I didn't even recognize you at first!"

"I'm not surprised." She said. "It's been ten years!"

I did the mental math. She was right. I babysat for her when I was

"You haven't changed much, though." She was looking at my arms when she spoke.

"Well, you certainly have!" It was true. She'd been a scrawny, unruly eight-year-old the last time I'd seen her. Her teenage years had apparently done her well, though. Her hips had filled out nicely, and her breasts... I realized that I was staring at the almost overly-generous cleavage that the low neck of her tank top was exposing. She saw me looking, and I tried to cover. "I mean, you used to be a real brat. I still have bite-marks from your braces."

"Aw..." She pouted a bit, before flashing me a grin of perfect teeth. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

I thought about it.

"Yeah." I confided, returning her smile. "You were pretty awful."

"It's not my fault! I had the hugest crush on you, and I just didn't know how to behave." Then her face took on a naughty, playful look. She put her arms behind her back, pushing her chest out. "But I was pretty bad, I guess. You probably should have spanked me."

"I don't think your parents would have liked that," I said.

"Well, I'm eighteen now, and I have my own place. It's not too late..."

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