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Carnal Actions.

I met Trudi when she was young. Her family joined our church and became active in the youth program. Over the next few years, I watched her grow from a child to a lovely young woman. She was always quiet and rarely interacted with any of the other members of our youth group. Although I was concerned, I passed it off to her being the only child and her mom pampering her like she was still a baby. Shortly after her 16th birthday, she asked if she could talk to me. I told her yes, and motioned for her to go to my office while I had one of the older youth take over the group. I opened the door to my office and walked in. Trudi was looking at the pictures on my wall and didn’t turn when I entered. As she stood there, I could not help but notice her tight little butt, snug under her skirt. She was a dancer, and her calf muscles were much defined. Each time she shifted, her muscles would tighten. I shook the naughty thoughts from my head and walked over and sat behind my desk. At this angle, I could see her profile. Although she was dressed in a modest blouse, I could make out her round breast as they rose and fell with her breaths. “What’s up?” I asked as I sat back into my chair. It seemed my words broke a trance she was under and she turned to face me with a smile. For the first time, I really noticed how pretty she had become. She had an angelic face with her blonde hair forming a halo around it. When she smiled, my heart skipped a beat. Her blue eyes sparkled, and her smile ...

... was the sexiest I had ever seen. When she smiled, her nose wrinkled a little and her eye seemed to squint. I felt so bad about the thoughts running through my head and asked her to sit. As she began to talk to me about her problem, it was not anything I had not heard before. She told me how she had began to develop and that the boys at school and church, had noticed as well, and she did not know what to do. She said she had talked to her mom, but her mom took offense and would tell her that the boys were only after one thing and she should concentrate on her dance and school and not give the boys a moment of her time. As she talked, I watched her. I could tell that she was not pleased at her mother’s advice. Like most girls I had talked to about the subject, Trudi was intrigued about boys and wanted to be a teenager. When Trudi finished talking I started to lean back in my chair to give her my advice, but when I did, I noticed that a bulge in my pants had formed so I leaned forward putting my arms on the desk, instead. The words I was going to tell her were the words I had told many other teenage girls her age. “What you are feeling is normal.” I began as she leaned forward attentively. “You are going through changes, your body is maturing and your mind is trying to comprehend the new feelings you are having. You are a smart and beautiful young lady Trudi, just remember what you have been taught and follow your heart.” She smiled at my advice, and thanked me, then got up and ...