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This Story Is About Cindy 1:6

Date: 5/24/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Young, Author: Robert Shnin, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

little earlier. Reggie and I went to the ice-cream shop." "Dang. He still here?" I asked. "No, his Mom was here to pick him up when we came back," she informed me. "Cool. So where's this ice-cream place?" I asked; I'd never been around her neighborhood before. "Just a small place about a fifteen minute walk from here." "Nice! So what did you get?" I asked. "Oh, I didn't get anything. I forgot my purse and Reggie only had enough for himself," she told me, a hint of disappointment in her voice. I thought for a moment. "Alright. Come on, we're going." "Huh?" she breathed, confused. "To the ice-cream place. We're getting you some ice-cream," I announced. "Oh, no, that's okay. We don't have to... And I'm not dressed to go out anyways, I wasn't expecting company," she argued. Indeed, she was wearing black sweat-pants and a white tee that wasn't quite form fitting but certainly wasn't oversized. When she moved or shifted her stance, a little of her belly would peek out from between her pants and the seam of her shirt. She certainly wasn't dressed to go out, but she was immensely pretty in a down-to-earth way. "Well I want some ice-cream too, so too bad. Don't bother bringing your purse either. I got it," I smiled. "Fine... I'm buying my own though; I wouldn't' make you pay. I'll be right back..." she tuned back into the house, but hesitated and turned briefly. "Thank you, though," and she ran off to get her purse. A short while later, we were coming up on the ice-cream place, ... called "Smarty's Grill." We had walked the whole way, and chatted up a storm. I told her about my camping trip, leaving out my escapades with Sunny of course, and she informed me of all the fun I'd missed while I was away. I enjoyed talking with her a lot. Even just listening; the way she told stories and shared information actually kept my attention. The conversation died down when we entered the shop. There was more to it than just the ice-cream, but not much. It had a few tables and a menu for burgers and hot-dogs and even for some egg-sandwiches (before 11am). There was no line and Cindy and I walked right up to the counter and waited for someone to help us. We stood for a few seconds, and then I heard some movement in the back. "They usually only have one or two people working at a time during the off-hours, so they're probably stocking shelves or something," Cindy informed me. "They really should have a bell or something," I commented as I scanned the counter. "Eh. It takes a while to pick a flavor anyways," she said, gesturing to a sign on the right wall with about forty different flavors listed on it. "Why is this place called 'Smarty's Grill' if their focus is on ice-cream?" I wondered. "It never used to be. Only in the last six years or so. Their ice-cream got more and more popular and they brought in more and more flavors. Probably too expensive to change the name though, and a LOT of people still come here for lunch and dinner. Now pick a flavor. We shouldn't keep the ...