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posted April 27, 2016 06:13 AM            

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Anne and Peter
Inspired by a dream I had last night.

October 14th, 1943

Dear Kitty, something very strange happened last night. I went up to the attic, slowly past Mr and Mrs. Van Daan, quiet as I could, as you know now that this is what I do to lay under the cold breath of the attic. I’ve already mentioned the first few times when Peter walked in on me. Don’t you remember when I asked him to join me? And he refused the first couple of times? It actually was very romantic when he held my hand two nights ago. I imagined Rina Kettey singing just for us. The strange thing was, he reached for mine. Now, Kitty, keeping in mind I really haven’t said maybe 35 words to the boy after almost a little more than a year here, this terrible cramped attic.
Anyway, the funniest thing happened last night! It always wondered me why Peter went up to the attic since that first night he went quickly back down. I walked in, and almost gasped, swiftly lowering my voice; “Peter! I should have known you were up here masturbating!” He almost kicked over a bucket while I watched him trying to get his penis back in his pants.
“You’ll wake people up!” I snapped in a loud whisper.
He was facing me now, fully clothed and blushing so hard I could see the red through the moonlight.
“What do you think about?” I asked mockingly. Hoping he would say me.
“I’m thinking about Blond-haired, blue-eyed NAZI ***** , are you happy!” He shrilly whispered and yelled back.
I instantly became regretful, I had never made him angry, and it was a bit shocking to see this side of him. In fact it scared me a bit, Peter Van Pells in his whispering way!”
“I apologize Peter,” I said and came towards him. I would give him my special friend initiation.
“You are officially one of my friends forever,” I whispered cheerfully, and grabbed onto his nipples beneath his shirt briefly.
This made him actually a bit exited. As I knew it would. I saw all of his teeth as he grinned very widely at me.
“What are you smirking at Peter Pan?” I asked him. Though not in the way I usually addressed him. In a playful way.
“Remember when you asked if there was anything you could do to make up for all the teasing?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes”
He hesitated before speaking again. He was very shy about the whole thing.
“Well we are friends forever?”
“Of course,” I smiled at him reaching for his hand. He took it back. This was also very strange.
“Well let me touch yours.” He became red once again.
I was scared but would not show this in front of Peter Van Pells of all people!
“Peter, that not how it goes.”
“Why not?” He inquired.
“Well, it’s cute when a boy does it to a girl, but it’s just…not proper for a boy to do it to a girl.” I walked to other side of the room. “Besides you like blond hair and blue eyes.” I wrapped the robe tighter about me, it was cold, and I was very modest.
“Boys don’t care, they just like breasts, and that’s the only way I’ll forgive you.” He said. And I grinned widely, now I was blushing.
“All right, just make it quick,” I said and unwrapped the robe as I came towards him. I had never let Peter see me like this, and I felt embarrassed. He looked mischievous as he stared at my silhouette. “I blushed again and turned around.
“They’re small,” and I chuckled.
Peter didn’t like to hurt people. So he shrugged, but I knew he was upset.
“All right fine,” I whispered and he turned promptly to face me.
“Really?” his eyes read.
I nodded, blushing fiercely trying not to look into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes.
I felt exited in my vaginal area, he didn’t let go. He began to massage them.
I began to cry, taken aback by it all. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” he spoke swiftly not in a whisper.
“No, it’s fine,” I said sniffing. We stood there for a bit, and then, Kitty, he, not me, or maybe me, I don’t know anymore. Only that we kissed! We looked into each other’s eyes, and kissed!
“I should go,” he spoke, and walked quietly down the stairs.
I wanted to lay in his bed next to him when I finally came back to reality. I was thinking so deeply about what had just happened.
I came down the stairs softly. His back was turned, but I knew he was awake. So I crept off to bed.
Kitty! My first kiss!

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posted April 28, 2016 06:46 AM            

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I like the subtleties and inuendos found in your story between these two, who knows what may happen and evolve from their intrigue. It reads like reading one's diary or a 'for your eyes only type letter' --venturing into personal private space.

Admiring your creativity here whitewitch.

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posted April 28, 2016 08:36 PM            

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You're a really good writer, Whitewitch.

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posted May 03, 2016 06:01 AM            

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Thanks guys!

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posted May 03, 2016 06:17 AM            

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May 3rd, 1944

Dearest Kitty. I love the softy I do. But I am beginning to feel that is all he thinks he is worth, a softy.
I have told him he could make an exellent sailor, and go all around the world. But I feel like there is always something inside of him that truly doesn't wish to leave. Everyone is good at something. All he wants to do is work. I told him about Blackbeard with the thought of him embracing to be a sailor. He does so enjoy geography and the weather. Wouldn't he love to see all of it rather then just one?
Well, I suppose the search continues

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posted May 05, 2016 10:08 AM            

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