Ten-year-old Lori ran into the woods behind her house to escape her drunken father. Her mother abandoned her and her older sister four years prior. Her dad works hard at the mill, but he drinks hard too. He gets abusive and violent. So, Lori has learned the early signs and knows when to run into the woods. She knows them like the back of her hand.
Her older sister is seventeen and stays away mostly and sells her body on the street.
Lori is a gangly redhead with orange freckles scattered on her body and face. She wears her long hair in pigtails.
She ran further into the woods than she usually does, and she ran up onto a twelve-year-old boy named Mac. He was fishing from the dock and already had a couple of catfish in his bucket.
Lori hid and watched him for a while. He was a handsome lad with a brilliant smile. Mac was tall for his age and had a pleasant voice as he sang old songs from the radio as he fished.
He opened his lunch box and pulled out a cheese sandwich and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He unscrewed the cap off his thermos that was filled with lime Kool-Aid.
Both sandwiches were cut in half diagonally. He bit into the cheese sandwich. He said with his mouth full, "I know you are there. You don't have to hide."
Lori stood up and came over and stood by him as he sat cross-legged on the dock. Her stomach growled as she watched him eat. Mac handed Lori the other half of the cheese sandwich. She devoured it.
Mac bit into the half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He handed her the other half. She ate a little slower as the peanut butter and soft bread stuck to the roof of her mouth. Mac poured some Kool-Aid into the thermos lid and handed it to Lori.
"Can you talk or are you mute? Do you have a name? What are you doing on my grandpa's property?" Mac peppered her with questions.
Lori answered back in a sassy manner, "Of course I can speak. My name is Lori, if you need to know. I go where I want to go. This is a free country. "
Mac was from Georgia, but his parents are Irish immigrants, so his southern accent has an Irish twist. He loved Lori's southern accent. She sounded just like the lady in "Gone With The Wind."
"Have a seat and I will rig you up a pole," Mac said.
They fished and talked for hours. Lori loved Mac's deep blue eyes and his sandy, curly locks. Lori told him about her mother and father, but did not tell him about her sister.
The two became good friends. They met and fished at the lake two or three times a week for years. When they saw each other in town, they would wave, and Mac would invite her to have a soda with him and his family. Mac had two older brothers with only one living. The oldest brother was killed in Vietnam when he was just eighteen. His other brother just turned eighteen and enlisted in the Marines.
Mac's parents fell in love with Lori and helped her out when they could. They would let her sleep in the guest room when her dad was acting up.
Mac was sixteen and in his junior year, when Lori was finally old enough to attend the same school. Lori was super intelligent and at sixteen, her body blossomed like a flower in Eden. She was no longer flat chested but now sported heavy, firm boobs. She had an hourglass figure that drove all the boys wild.
To Mac, though, she was still the same little girl that became his best friend. Mac was already tall at 6'2". He was the second baseman and starting pitcher on the high school team. He wore his sandy curly hair down to his broad shoulders. He was strong as an ox. If boys didn't know that he was the kindest guy in town, they feared him.
All the girls envied Lori as she and Mac were always together. Mac was oblivious to the fact that her ass looked spectacular in tight blue jeans or that her nipples were always erect around him.
Guys would ask Mac if it was alright to ask Lori out on a date. Lori was in love with Mac. It always hurt her when he would answer, "What are you asking me for? She doesn't belong to me. We are just good friends. Ask her if you want to go out."
Lori always turned them down. Some boys knew about her sister and would spread rumors that Lori was going to be just like her sister. Fucking for money or drugs or a place to crash.
Mac, of course, knew about her sister for years. He never brought it up because if she didn't want to talk about it, then it was not his place to mention it.
Mac asked Lori to the Junior Prom. His mother bought her a fancy gown and rented Mac a handsome tux. She knew Lori was in love with her son, but just let it play out on its own.
Mac invited Lori as a friend, and Lori knew it. She didn't care. She was going to be on his arm and for now, that was good enough. They danced and laughed all night. The couple's picture that was taken showcased how gorgeous Lori was.
Two weeks later, when he received the photos in the mail, he opened them up at the kitchen table with his mom.
He was awestruck at her radiance, the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. Mac finally recognized her beauty. "You know she is deeply in love with you, son," his mother said.
"What? No. We, we are just best friends," Mac replied.
"That's how me and your dad started out as too." His mother kissed him on the forehead.
Mac found himself sweating around Lori. He caught himself staring into her eyes, staring at her breasts and watching her ass sway as she walked away. He noticed that she always touched him when she was talking to him. When she walked, he watched her lips move as if it was a sultry slow motion film clip.
His cock would get hard when she was around. He started noticing her hard nipples poking through her shirts. When she wore a dress, he wanted to run his hands over her smooth legs.
Mac asked girls his age out on dates so that he would not be constantly thinking about Lori.
Lori was hurt but continued being his best friend. He would bring his girlfriends on their visits, even on their fishing days. Lori persevered; she was an optimistic person. She knew one day they would be together.
Mac turned seventeen the summer before his senior year. At a bonfire before the school year started, Mac had sex for the first time. His current girlfriend sucked his cock and spread her legs for him behind the sports hut. The girl screamed when she came. Lori walked up and saw Mac's cock for the first time. He was pumping hard and telling her how good she felt. Lori ran away, crying.
Lori did not come around Mac for a few months. Mac had a new girlfriend every few weeks. He was enjoying his newfound manhood.
Mac and Lori talked, but not the way they used to. As the Senior Prom came around, Mac did not have a current girlfriend. Lori still hoped Mac would ask her. It was a week before the prom, and Mac asked Lori.
Jonny, the high-school quarterback, asked Lori about two hours before Mac showed up on her porch to ask her. Lori cried when Mac asked, and she said no. That she was already going with Jonny.