I asked for a booth, and Angela slid in beside me. She was cherubic and childlike in her happiness with how the day turned out. There was no keeping h...r quiet, and avoiding others noticing the disparity in our ages, so I let her just be whatever she needed to be, knowing that we'd be far away by tonight.Dinner was surprisingly good, and we shared a piece of cheese cake, and lingered while Angela had a second cup of coffee. She asked about expresso but the waitress looked cross eyed just trying. I moved off her and lay next to her, reaching over to softly caress her lower abdomen, rubbing my fingers in small circles over her tummy working slowly lower. I lifted up on one elbow and looked in her eyes and whispered, “Rachael, I want you to lay still and not do anything. Do you understand, my love?” "Mmmmmmmm, yes Mistress, that feels so good", she whispered back to me, her eyes closed. I rubbed my fingers lower and brushed them over her lips then I gently parted them and felt the. It was late and dark and we were completely alone. He put his truck in park, clearing off the center console separating us in his truck, then leaned over and grabbed me around the waist sliding me close to him. I let him. He started kissing me again and when his hand started traveling down my side, I didn't stop it. Slowly I felt his hand move to my rib cage. My arousal grew, and when he slid it up and began cupping my breast, i couldn't help but moan louder this time. He used his fingers to. Moving into a new neighborhood, meeting new people, and settling down.For the longest time, I just dealt with it. I'd do whatever I could to stay busy. I'd ride my bike. I'd hang out with friends. I'd go out to bars once in awhile. Not really looking at trying to do something "wrong" or pick anyone up, fuck around, etc., because I knew the risks. And although as miserable and unhappy as I was, I just knew eventually something would have to change.Katie was that change.For a sixteen-year-old.