Nathalie looked in the mirror and thought of Susan. This would be the day, the wonderful day that she would meet Susan for the first time. Not that they didn’t know each other already. They had been exchanging emails for over a year and had become lovers online, if not in person. Now all that would change. Of course, Nathalie would have to be careful. Susan was still a , after all. At first Susan had not been honest about her age, afraid that Nathalie wouldn’t talk to her at all if she admitted to being only . Nathalie, however, had been sweet and warm to Susan, and her guilty conscience made her finally confess. Then Nathalie confessed to Susan. She loved it that she was so young and pure. She would have called her innocent, but that wasn’t exactly true. Susan Tinman was anything but innocent. She was extremely sensual. She loved to masturbate to the erotic emails that Nathalie had sent. And Nathalie loved to send erotic emails to her little Susan. Susan, of course, would write back about what she had done while reading and thinking about Nathalie. In short, they fell in love. Checking her ass in the mirror to be sure the pants fit her well, Nathalie left the hotel room, switching off the light as she went. They had arranged to meet in Amsterdam, at a small restaurant near Big Ben. It was called "Turks" for no apparent reason. They didn’t serve Middle Eastern cuisine or anything, so Nathalie assumed the owner was called by that nickname. Entering the restaurant, she noticed Susan right away. She recognized her from her many pictures she had sent her over the net. Susan beamed. Her mother had allowed her to come to Amsterdam to meet a friend and spend the week with her and her family in the Lake Country up north. Of course, she had no intention of going with her friend, but she would be out of touch except for her cell phone, and Nathalie could "play" the part of the friend’s mom if there were any questions her mom might have that needed to be addressed by the adult who was supposedly supervising her. She doubted she would get a call, especially since her mom knew that sometimes cell phones were not very reliable in the Lake Country. She had looked forward to this for a long time. She loved Nathalie, everything about her, from the hair that seemed to lounge on her head to the pretty toes that now peeked from the sandals she wore. Susan had never had a foot fetish or anything, but she longed to kiss and suck those toes. She simply wanted to make love to Nathalie, ever square inch of her delicious body. And those square inches included her pretty little toes. Nathalie smiled broadly. Like Susan, she was a bit nervous. They couldn’t be seen showing their love and lust for one another in a public setting. Nathalie hadn’t bought a plane ticket to Amsterdam from the states just to be arrested for . Seeing the little cherub now, she thought about her and taking her back home to stay with her--forever. She sat across from her in the booth, removing her ever-present sunglasses. Susan gazed for a moment into those eyes, losing herself momentarily in those pools of love. "Hi, Susan. I can’t say how happy I am to finally meet you." "Hi." Susan was speechless. She chastised herself for a moment. She had practiced what she would say for a week. Now those words were gone, lost in a fever of ecstasy. "Are you as nervous as I am?" asked Nathalie, taking the menu from its little metal holder on the table by the wall. Susan giggled briefly, putting her hands to her cheeks to hide the blush that crept up her neck to her pretty face. "I’ve been thinking of nothing else but this moment since you said you were coming to England," she said, her hands still at her cheeks. "Me, too," answered Nathalie. The waitress sauntered up to the table. She immediately recognized what was happening, but she would not tell, of course. Why should she spoil anyone else’s fun? Nobody had ever spoiled hers. But she knew the two either were or