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She was 12 years old and a seventh grader. Jack had seen her
around the neighborhood for the last several years and she was growing
up.
Her name was Amy. She had shoulder-length dark-auburn hair.
She was a bigger than the other 12 year old girls, but in no way fat.
She just wasn't one of those wafer thin girls common for girls her age.
He'd seen her recently out on the sidewalk of this quiet neighborhood.
She and two of her girlfriends had gone swimming and they were still in
their swimsuits. They were talking and being girls. He'd noticed the
small growth of her early puberty breasts underneath her swimsuit. Just
the beginning of her change over the next few years into a woman. He
wondered how big her breasts would eventually grow. He'd never seen
her mother, so he couldn't give a good guess. He fantasized about her
when masturbating. He wanted her. If Jack was three years older, he'd
be 3 times older than her. You do the math.
***
On Thursday evening, she came to his door.
"Hi!" she said smiling through his screen door when he answered
the doorbell. He definitely noticed she was in her black one-piece
swimsuit. It was still slightly damp from an afternoon of swimming at
her friend Colleen's house. She had shorts over the bottom part of the
suit. "I'm trying to earn some money. If you have a dog, I could
walk it. Or I can babysit if you or someone who needs a sitter. Or I
can do some chores around your house, like wash the dishes or vacuum or
clean."
She paused for breath.
"We'll I don't have a dog," he said as wheels started turning
in his head. He tried not to stare at her "tits" even though by most
guy's standards, she didn't have much there to look at yet. "And I
don't know too many people with babies and I keep my house pretty
clean all by myself." He saw her face start to fall. She'd probably
been turned down too many times already going door-to-door to the
many neighbors. "However, I have a way you can earn ten dollars in
just ten minutes right now and if you come back Saturday you could
earn ten more dollars. You could make twenty dollars in just a
couple of days!" He sounded excited.
He saw her eyes grow at the thought of ten then twenty dollars.
"So would you like to earn ten dollars right now?" The BIG
question. The moment. The decision. A beginning?
"You mean it?!?" she said smiling, but slightly reserved. She
must have been turned down more times by the neighbors than he thought.
"Oh, yeah. I mean it."
"Yes! Yes!" she said, matching his excitement. He briefly
thought of sending all the neighbors a "thank you card", but quickly
dismissed the silliness of it. Soon, he knew, the KEY question would
be posed.
"Please come in then. My name is Jack."
"Amy," she replied
He opened the screen door for her. He noticed she was tall
for her age. He estimated her as almost 5 and a half inches tall and
yet so many more years left for puberty to change her into a woman.
She briefly shook his offered hand.
He closed the front door behind her. He wanted as little
chance to be overheard as possible.
He sat on his sofa.
"Please get on your knees in front of me please."
She got down on her knees. Straight up in front of him.
"You can sit back on your legs if you want," he said. She sat
back, a little more relaxed.
His head was racing, his pulse was pounding, he was trying to
breath regular. He wanted to come off as calm to her and "every day" as
possible. But the moment was here. The time was now.
"Amy," he said. He paused.
She became extra attentive when spoke her name.
He continued. "I wouldn't ask you to do what I'm going to ask
if I didn't think you could do this. In fact I KNOW you can do it. And
you can do it very well. You just have to decide if you want to do it
and do you really want the ten dollars. What I'm going to ask may sound
strange, but since you are almost a young woman, this SHOULD be no big
deal. You just do it. I give you ten dollars and then you go on home"
He saw the mild confusion on her face. Had he goofed up
already, he wondered.
He continued. "This is what I would like for you to do. All
I'm going to do is sit here. I want you to take the top of your
swimsuit down, so I can look at your young woman breasts." He saw her
eyes turn away. To the door, perhaps?
Before she could say something, he continued. "It'll be very
quick. No more than 10 minutes. Remember, all I do is sit her and
look at you. Okay, maybe we talk a little." He laughed and got a
little smile out of her. "For 10 minutes you get ten dollars. It would
take you two hours babysitting a bratty kid to get ten dollars or a
whole lot of house cleaning. It is SOOOOOO easy for you."
His "speech" was nearly over. "If you say "no", I'll
understand. However, if you say "yes" we'll both be very happy. I'll
get you the ten dollars right now, if you want. What will it be, "yes"
or "no"?"
Her mind was spinning. For ten dollars, all he wanted to do is
look at her with her swimsuit down. Yet, should she do it? Is it right
to let this guy look at her?
"Isn't it wrong to do that?" she asked.
He was a little surprised by the directness of her question.
But she didn't just right out say "no".
"Well," he replied, "is it wrong for people to get what they
want? You'd get ten dollars for just sitting where you're sitting right
now. Pretty easy, huh?" He felt his best approach was to keep
hammering on how simple and easy it was for her to make some money.
"And I get what I want. Seeing a beautiful young woman who I can tell
already has a beautiful young body." Flattery never hurts, he knew.
"How wrong it that?" he asked.
She sat there quietly, listening and thinking about what he
said.
"Now," he continued, "I wouldn't go tell ANYONE. Not even my
dog." She gave a mid-sized smile at his joke. "Some people would think
it is strange. I don't know why. My mom, she's not going to know. My
dad, no way. My best friend, not a chance. These are people I love,
but no one needs to know everything I do." An appeal to teenage
freedom. "And as you already know, you won't tell anyone. Not even a
bird in a tree." She gave a little smile again.
"Amy," he said, pausing on her name deliberately. "You're smart
for asking such a smart question." Again flattery. "If I hit you on
the head, that would be wrong. Or if I stole your scooter, that would
be wrong. I don't think making ten dollars is wrong. What do you
think?" He felt like he spoke forever, but he kept it short like he
wanted to do.
"Um.." she said, formulating her thoughts. "I think it would be
okay," she said slowly.
Was a first inhibition falling? he wondered.
There was a brief silent and awkward moment.
"Amy," he said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out
his wallet. "To show you how much I already care for you. To show you
how much I care for you and I want to make you happy." He pulled out a
five and 5 ones out of his wallet. He folded the bills and dropped them
in front of her. "Amy." he felt it was a good strategy to repeat her
name at the moment. "That's ten dollars right there. It is yours no
matter what you choose to do. I give it to you because I know it will
make you, Amy, very, very, happy. You can choose to take the money and
walk right out the door right now, if you want. I know you will be
happy. Or you can choose to let me look and see you as the young woman
you are and are becoming." Further appeals to being grown-up. "Whether
you think it is wrong or not, you can go ahead and leave. Or you can
stay for just ten minutes. "Amy," he paused on her once more. "I would
really like you to stay." His final plea. His face felt warm and he
was nearly sweating.
She looked up at him and then looked back down at the carpet.
What he said seemed to make sense. Why did people think it was wrong?
Well, if those people would make him keep it to himself, then she could
do that too. He seemed to already care for her. He'd give her the
money no matter what. What was the harm? It WOULD be very easy money.
Maybe he'd want to look at her again and she could make ten more
dollars? She decided.
"Okay," she said, quietly, shyly. She reached up to her right
shoulder strap and slowly began to pull it down her arm.
"Thank you, Amy," he said, giving her a genuinely warm smile.
"You have made me so very happy. Thank you, thank you, Amy." She
glanced up at him in response to his kind words. He truly was very
happy.
With her head looking at the floor. He watched her slip the
strap past her right arm and then she slid the other strap. The
slightly-damp fabric still clung to her body.
She looked up at him and into his eyes. She pushed down her
swimsuit to waist-level and his eyes got big and his smile even bigger
as her chest came into view. She was thrilled inside how her simple
action made him so happy.
As her tits came in view, he felt so giddy and dazed. In the
coolness of the air, her nipples pointed straight out from her body.
She didn't have enough tits to "sag" yet.
"You have very beautiful tits," he complimented her. "And still
growing." He saw her mild reaction to the word "tits". "The best word
is tits," he told her. "Breasts is such a boring word. Doctor's use
it. Tits is a happy and fun word. Tits!" he said enthusiastically
lingering on the "s".
"Tits," she said.
"Great!" he replied.
His eyes lingered on her tits for a couple of minutes and then
gradually moved down her body. He could just barely see her belly
button where her suit bunched around her waist. His thoughts briefly
imagined what she might look like farther below. His eyes moved backed
up over her tits and into her face. She seemed proud and excited. Time
for a compliment?
"Thank you, Amy. You have made me very proud of you. You are
smart enough to know that it is not wrong if we want to make each other
happy. Little girls are not smart. You're not a little girl. Little
girls don't have tits, yet." Non sequitors can be useful.
Hearing his kind words, she beamed a smile back at him.
His eyes roamed over hers young tits again.
His purchased time was almost up. He'd thought deeper than
just looking at her tits, however.
"Do you like me looking at your tits?" he asked.
She looked at him, unsure how to answer.
He thought quickly on what question to ask.
"You know you are no longer a little girl, right?"
"Yes," she said nodding her head
"You know you're body is going through changes and you will be
a woman soon?"
"I had my first period two months ago." she replied. Not what
he really wanted to know, but her answer answered his.
"So does it make you happy that you are still very young , yet
you already are very beautiful and that you make a man like me want to
see your beautiful body?
She thought about it briefly. "Yeah," she said shyly. It
wasn't a concept she had considered previously.
"Amy, I see you walk by and you force me to look at you. You
have so much power in your body. I'm just a man. I want to see what
is beautiful."
She smiled up at him with a tilted head. She wasn't sure what
he meant, but she liked the idea. She'd have to find out how this power
worked.
"Well, Amy. Time is almost up. I really appreciate how much
you've done for me. You've made me so happy, I'll be happy all night,
no matter what happens. I was wondering however if you like to make
ten more dollars for ten more minutes?
"I'm getting tired and I think I should go...Jack," she
answered. She paused on his name. It was the first time she had used
his name.
"I know, I know," he said excited. "That why I thought you'd
lay on your back on the sofa. I want you to be comfortable. It's just
I want ten more minutes of happiness. Would you do it for me? You
leave my house with twenty dollars and you didn't do anything. Except
make each other happy of course."
She quickly thought about it. To have twenty dollars would be
way cool. Think of what she could buy at the mall. Mom and Dad
didn't expect her home for at least another half hour anyway.
"Okay," she said shrugging. She didn't completely understand
why he liked to look at her tits, but if it made him happy, why not?
It didn't harm her.
"Great!" Jack said, smiling. "I'll pull you up." He grabbed
her wrists and pulled her on her feet. They stood only a foot apart.
He looked down at her tits in close proximity. She felt uneasy
standing topless, so close to him. She looked down at the floor, away
from his staring.
He sensed her discomfort, but he couldn't help looking at her
tits. Her bellybutton was now fully exposed also.
"It's okay, Amy. You have so much to learn, but you are doing
great. You are already a fast learner on using your power to make me
happy. Thank you for being so smart."
"Here," he said, turning around and patting the sofa. "Lay
here." He motioned the length of the sofa and then stepped out of the
way.
She sat down and then laid back as he said. Her right side
was toward the back of the sofa. The sofa was cushy and comfortable.
She could probably fall asleep here if she closed her eyes. He got
down on his knees next to her. He smiled big as he gazed at her tits.
Seeing his happiness made her happy and she gave a warm smile back.
"Amy..." he paused, fumbling for words. "Amy, it is so hard
to believe just how very, very, VERY beautiful you are." He stared at
her tits, her body, her legs, her face for a few minutes.
He then brought his left hand up and stuck out the index
finger. "You even have a very, very cute bellybutton," he
complimented as he touched her, lightly tracing his finger around it.
She briefly shivered as he touched her. She thought of
saying something, but seeing the big smile on his face, she decided
not to. Besides, it felt okay.
He noticed her shiver. He wasn't sure how he would reply to
her if she said something, so he was very grateful that she didn't
seem to mind his touch. He placed the palm of his hand flat on her
belly above her bellybutton and slowly and gently rubbed her.
"Does the little massage feel good, Amy?" he asked. He also
felt he had to name what he was doing. Massage would probably have a
better ring to her ears than "feel you up".
She thought about his question. "Yes, it does feel pretty
good," she answered.
With that answer, he decided to take one more step this
evening. He placed the palm of his right hand over her left breast
and slowly began to "massage" it.
He is touching my tits!, she screamed inside. What should
she do? She didn't want to disappoint him or make him sad or angry,
but he hadn't say anything about touching her. "Um...um," her voice
finally stammered out.
"Shh...Shhh," he quickly interrupted her. He didn't want her
to reason. "Just be quiet and enjoy it. Think down into your body
and see what you feel. I think you'll find you really like it." He
paused and rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It
grew more erect and hard under his touch. "Look, Amy. Your
beautiful body says that it likes to be touched. Now you just have
to tell your thinking." He knew that only half of all woman are
actually stimulated by breast-play. He really, really hoped she was
one of them. It would make things so much easier.
He subtly adjusted his hard cock in his pants.
She felt his other hand slide up to her other tit. Both his
hands were now slowly circling over her tits. Occasionally, he would
give a slight squeeze. Or he would play with her nipples and they
would get hard and erect. She felt a little confused. And a little
warm. She discovered it felt pretty good. In fact she was
surprised how good it truly felt. She felt herself slightly leak
from between her legs and suddenly felt embarrassed. She should
mention it to him, but she had trouble thinking straight.
He heard her breathing become slightly more rapid. That
excited him and he took it as a good sign. He decided to find out
through the direct approach.
"Are you alright, Amy? Does it feel okay?"
"Uh..." she said, distracted. She hadn't expected this
sensation. "It feels good."
That was a good enough answer for him. He took his hand off
her left tit and placed his mouth over it. He sucked her nipple into
his mouth. She didn't resist but welcomed his warm mouth. She felt
his tongue dart and probe at her nipple. And when he sucked, she got
an even more intense feeling in her body. He placed little soft
sweet kisses on her tits. Why did this feel so good?
She tasted so good to him. He ran his tongue along her soft
young skin. He kissed his way over to her other tit and then licked
circles around her nipple. He then sucked her nipple into his mouth
and gently pulled on it. He felt her nipple get firmer and more
erect from his actions. She had developed a mild sweat on her body
and he licked it up from around and on her tits. He wasn't sure, but
he thought she gave a slight "pelvic thrust" in bodily response.
He lifted up. "Time's up," he said. It had been fifteen
minutes.
She wanted him to continue, but she was glad he stopped too.
She had leaked again and was feeling totally embarrassed. What was
wrong with her? Couldn't she control herself?
They just stayed there breathless for a moment.
"Are you happy, Amy?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes," she replied huskily. That felt very good, Jack.
Thank you."
"Your welcome. And I thank you again Amy. You've made me
so happy, I've decided to give you fifteen more dollars instead of ten.
You get $25 dollars today."
"Thank you," she replied, pleased.
"Here, left me help you up." He grabbed her arms and pulled
her to a sitting position.
"Uh...," she said. He noticed she was suddenly feeling
bashful.
"What's wrong, Amy?"
"I...I...I think I peed a little on your sofa. I don't know
what happened. I couldn't help myself. You can keep the money if
you want, if it stained, to clean it up."
"I bet that's not what happened. Stand up and let me see."
She stood up and turned facing the sofa, but remained topless. She
seemed to have lost that inhibition.
He saw a very small wet spot and placed his finger in it and
sniffed his finger. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval. "This is
not pee. This is your pussy juice," he explained to her. "When you
are feeling good like that, it is normal for you to release some juice.
I am happy for you. And Amy..." He pressed his hands over his heart.
"...I am honored that you responded to me in such a fashion. That means
so much to me. You have made me feel very special."
Her face expressed her relief that her embarrassment was okay.
In fact, the embarrassment turned out to be good.
"Go ahead and put your top back up and I'll go get your money.
I need to go into my bedroom. I don't have enough in my wallet."
She put her arms back through the arms of her swimsuit as he
went to the other room. She made $25 dollars and had a great new
experience also. All that in just about 45 minutes. She was feeling
very good about herself.
He came back.
"Here you go," he said handing her a ten and a five. She picked
up the other ten dollars off the floor and put it all in her shorts
pocket.
He guided her to the door. Just before he opened it, he said,
"Now, Amy, if you want to make some more money come back over Saturday
afternoon. All we'll do is make each other happy."
He leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Bye, Amy
and thank you, " he said lovingly.
"Bye," she said, and opened the door and off she went home
happy. She had $25 dollars in her pocket.
***
On Friday, Jack didn't get much done at work. He reflected on
the previous evening and was amazed how well everything went. He had
done everything he wanted to do that evening. No more, no less. He
felt fairly confident she would come back Saturday whether she wanted
the money or not. The money was an extra enticement. He killed time
at work until it was time to go home. When he got home, he went to bed
early. Saturday couldn't come soon enough.
Amy was also distracted Friday at school. She wanted to feel
those sensations again. An unknown pleasure had been awakened in her.
She wanted Jack to massage her tits and suck her nipples into his mouth.
It was a great arrangement. Jack would pay her to do something she
wanted to do. Maybe she'd go to the mall with Colleen after school to
get her mind off things.
***
Saturday came. Jack cleaned up his place and also made sure a
little towel was nearby to clean up any "leaks" Amy might have again.
He hadn't expected her to lubricate Thursday evening. He hoped Amy
would be willing to release a few more inhibitions today. If she wanted
to re-experience the sensations she felt Thursday again, he might use it
as a "bargaining chip" to see more of her. Overall, he was content to
take his time over the next few weeks or so with her, but if there are
little ways to move this relationship along without scaring her away, he
was willing to try it.
Afternoon came. His doorbell rang.
She greeted him with a big smile. He smiled back. She looked
absolutely great to him.
She had her hair pulled back in a too short ponytail. There
were two small stud earrings in each ear. She wore a fishline necklace
with two small jewels. He thought those necklaces always made it look
like the stone was pressed into the skin because he could never see the
thin line. She wore an everyday blue and white shirt. Her brown eyes
seemed to sparkle and she had bounce in her steps. What really caught
his eye as she came in and passed by him was the blue jean shorts she
wore. Her little ass already was forming the right curves in those
shorts. The shorts accentuated her ass and told him that she had legs
too. Since she wasn't the typical twig, he hadn't noticed her legs
before. Not even when she stood right next to him two days ago. Nor
stretched out on his sofa. Guess his mind was focused elsewhere.
He closed and locked the door and went into the living room.
She stood in the middle of the room, seemingly hesitant on what to do.
He sat again on the sofa and she turned and faced him.
"Go ahead and get undressed, Amy. Do it slow and sexy. That
would make me happy. I want to see your beautiful body again."
She was unsure what it meant to "do it sexy" so she slowly
started lifting her shirt up with both hands.
He recognized the uncertainty on her face. "Dance a little.
Move your body. Move your hips. Have fun," he encouraged.
He watched as she tentatively started to sway a little and
gave a pleasing smile as she started to get into it. Seeing his
happy smile, she became more confident.
In his eyes, she was dancing quite sexily. Sexy dancing was
just something that was natural to a woman. It didn't take training.
It just took encouragement. Her belly was completely exposed now and
he felt his cock harden as he anticipated seeing her tits again. She
was enjoying herself and watched him watching her. As her shirt came
up, he was disappointed to see that she was wearing a light-peach
colored bra.
A new idea hit him! He didn't like it when new ideas hit him.
It was safer to have everything planned out and more importantly
everything THOUGHT out, but this seemed like such a good idea.
"Stop!" he said in a commanding tone.
She immediately did. Did she do something wrong? she worried.
"I think we can make this even more fun. Go ahead and put
your shirt back down." She pushed it back down and straightened it.
"First, go ahead and take off your shoes and socks. It's fun to go
barefoot." She sat down and proceeded to do as he asked then stood
back up. She had cute little toes with the toenails painted girlish
pink. She would grow out of that little girl aspect, he contentedly
knew.
He stood up and walked behind her. He put his hands around
her waist and rested them on her belly and pressed his chest up against
her back. "We'll dance together," he informed.
He began to sway back and forth and slowly lift her shirt back
up. They were clumsy together at first, but soon began to move together
in complimentary fashion. His right hand, warm and soft, rubbed her
bare belly again and he once more explored her belly button with a
gentle finger. He then slid both hands from her bare belly, around her
waist, and up her back to her bra clasp. Her shirt was held up by his
wrists providing enough view to undo it. He fumbled to undo the little
hooks. He hated all types of bra catches, but after just short seconds,
which seemed forever to him, he undid her bra. He reached into her
shirt sleeve and started to pull the bra strap down. She figured out
what he wanted to do and helped him take off her bra without taking off
her shirt. It's one of those odd things that women can do that
completely amazes men.
Once her bra was off, his arms again encircled her waist and his
hands roamed up from her belly and enveloped her tits. Oh, how she had
longed these last two days for his hands to rub her tits again. She
released a happy breath.
Within himself, he felt satisfied caressing her young small
breasts again. Her nipples became erect under his touch. He fondled
her for a good five minutes. She slowly writhed to him and pressed
back against him in sensual instinct to be closer to him. He took hold
of her shirt and lifted it up. She raised her arms to help him and he
took her shirt off and dropped it next to her bra. She was topless.
He put his hand over her tits again and squeezed them and held
her body tight against him. He so badly wanted to pull his own shirt
off and hold her in skin-to-skin contact, but it was too early. At
this time, there would be a feeling of safety for her with his clothes
on. He had to spend the time to build her trust in him. Sometime in
the future he hoped there would be that feeling of trust and safety
when they both were naked.
She felt little kisses on the back of her neck and on her
shoulders as he held her tight. She felt protected and cared for. She
discovered she sometimes ground her butt back at him only when he
responded by grinding back at her. She wasn't sure why she did that and
felt embarrassed when it happened. But he didn't seem to mind. She
felt happy. His kisses didn't bother her. Adults kiss, don't they?
She wondered what it would be like to kiss. Maybe he would want to kiss
her?
His hands slid down her front, over her belly, past her
bellybutton, and rested on the top of her shorts. His hands moved to
the middle and unbuttoned her shorts, then found the zipper and pulled
it down. He felt her barely tremble within his arms.
"Are you okay, Amy?" he said preemptively, whispering it in her
ear. "I really would love to see your beautiful body completely naked.
You excite me and make me happy."
"I...I'm okay," she responded quietly. She wasn't quite sure if
she just lied to herself. Why couldn't he just rub her tits?
He moved in front of her and sucked on each of her nipples for a
few seconds. She closed her eyes in bodily response and arched her back
slightly which pushed her nipples further into his mouth. She just
wanted to do this.
"I just want you to rub and suck and lick my tits, Jack," she
finally told him.
"I want to do that to and I will do that today. I just know we
can make each other even happier."
She looked at him with uncertainty in her face. He sunk to his
knees in front of her without waiting for a response from her and began
to pull her blue jean shorts off. She felt resigned that Jack wanted
to do this.
He heard her sigh.
"We already made each other very happy, right? Trust me. I
just want to see your entire body today. I'll sit on the sofa just like
before and then I'll have you turn and bend so I can see different views
of you. Sort of like a fashion model." He smiled inside. He was very
pleased with his "fashion model" adlib. "Since that's what you look
like, " he added.
She pondered his statement. He thought of her like a fashion
model?!. They were all so pretty. She knew she could act like a
fashion model. It might be fun. They were all practically naked on TV
or in magazines anyway. They didn't care if they were naked. And they
were in front of hundreds of people. So why should she care!
She wiggled a little to help him get them over her hips and then
he pulled them all the way down. She stepped out of her shorts and his
hands came back up to the elastic of her lace-trimmed white panties.
He started to pull them down. He was breathing hard. She
wondered why.
He slowly pulled her panties down. He tried not to shake. He
reached behind her and pulled them off her behind. He then focused on
her front.
"Could you open your legs a little wider, please?" he asked.
"That would help me a lot." She did. "Just a little more," he asked.
She did a little bit more.
"Thanks, Amy." He didn't really need her legs any more open,
but she didn't need to know that. He just wanted to improve the
impending view of her pussy.
Her panties went down and he stopped when they reached her knees.
He subconsciously licked his lips when she came in view. He gazed at her
beautiful little clit and her sweet looking pussy lips. He wanted to
kiss them and taste them. She still had soft peach fuzz hair over her
cunt. It hadn't gotten wiry yet so he imagined it would be very soft to
his touch. He exhaled hard in admiration.
She suddenly felt his hot breath on her private parts. It made
her feel tingly. That surprised her.
He was stopping too long, he realized. He snapped out of his
euphoric daze. His raging cock had temporarily controlled his mind. He
finished undressing her. He stood up and then he walked around her. He
walked gingerly. He had a serious case of blueballs.
"Wow!...Wow!...Wow!," he said, as he looked at her. His mouth
hung open. "Wow, Amy! Wow! What a beautiful body you have. Gorgeous,
beautiful, amazing." He looked her over up and down. "Wow! Wow!" was
all he could say.
She had the biggest smile on her face as he slowly circled
around her. She felt proud.
He moved over to the sofa and sat down.
"Fashion model time?" she asked.
"Yes, fashion model time," he said smiling. His adlib had
worked! But it was best not to rely on them. It is better to plan,
plan, plan.
"Why don't we start with you facing me," he told her.
She followed his guidance.
"Okay. Bend to the right. Yes. To the left. Very nice.
Arms up to the sky. Oh, yes. Squeeze your nipples. Very sexy, Amy!"
She blushed. "Turn to the left. Oh, wow!" On her twelve-year old
body, her tits even with erect nipples, barely gave a better feminine
profile than a stick would, but he was oblivious to it. "Turn to the
other side now." Her other profile wasn't any better, of course.
"Turn and face away from me." He looked at her soft cushy ass. He so
wanted to run his hands over it and squeeze those cheeks. In due time,
he told himself. Take your time, win her trust, and she'd let him.
Otherwise, she'll bolt and you'll ruin it, if you don't follow the
steps. She looked back at him waiting for the next instruction. "Legs
farther apart. Bend over. How close can you come to touching the
floor without falling over?" She bent over and her pussy and her asshole
came into clear view. He lovingly gazed at her pussy. He felt his cock
pre-cumming like a middle school water fountain that doesn't shut off.
He so badly wanted to just stand up, grab her hips and thrust his cock as
hard and as deep as it would go into her pussy.
"You have a nice pussy," he told her.
She knew some people called a girl's privates "pussy", but she
never used the term.
"You just don't know how beautiful you truly are, Amy. You have
a wonderful body, excellent tits, and a perfect pussy. It's so perfect,
it makes me just want to stare at you. Wow! You're going to be a
fashion model one day, aren't you?
She just shrugged. She hadn't really thought much before about
her privates (or pussy as he said). It was for going pee and just
recently was a monthly sign that she was becoming a woman. And that was
bloody and gross! But if Jack liked it, what was there to say?
"Okay, Amy. Time for your massage." He stood up. He hated to
end the afternoon, but he knew it was right when he looked at the bigger
picture. "Why don't you lay on the sofa on your belly first? I'll rub
your back first and then..." He trailed off on purpose. "...and then
where should I rub...hmmm?"
"My tits, silly!" she said laughing. It was the first time he
heard her laugh. He liked it. He hoped to hear it more. She
practically dove on to the sofa in excitement.
"Oh yes, that's right. Rub your silly tits." She gave him a
bemused look regarding his weak humor.
He pulled his shirt off and sat down on his knees in front of
the sofa.
It was the first time she had seen his chest. She noted that he
had some hair on his chest, but not too much. He seemed a little sweaty
too. He must have been hot and that was why he took his shirt off.
He began the "massage" by rubbing his hands over her back. He
then started to place little kisses all over it and then trailed his
tongue down her spine. It tickled. She squirmed. He slowly ran his
hands down the outside of her legs, played gently with her toes, and
rubbed up the inside of her legs. His hands moved back to the outside of
her legs before they became too close to her pussy. Another time, he
told himself. He repeated his hand motions about five times. He wanted
her to become entirely used to his touch on her body. He would skip an
important area today, but he felt confident that they would have future
days together.
His hands went onto her ass cheeks. She flinched, but then
quickly relaxed. He softly squeezed them and then surprised her by
kissing each cheek. She always thought of butts as being so dirty.
"Okay, Amy. Roll over. You have a whole other side to massage."
At last, she thought. She was disappointed however when he
started with her legs again. However, his gentle hands did feel pretty
good, she had to admit.
Outside, inside, break off before reaching the pussy, he repeated
on her legs several times. Finally, he brought his head down and sucked
her nipple into his mouth. She tasted just as sweet and wonderful as
before.
She wanted this. She intuitively laid her hand on his head to
encourage him to continue doing what he was doing. She didn't understand
why it felt good. She just knew it did.
He suckled on each of her nipples and kissed and gently licked
all over her tits. He heard her breath slightly quicken once again. He
enjoyed her for nearly ten minutes and then broke off. He had to think
of his long term goal. Time WAS on his side. Time helped him determine
how much she wanted to continue or not.
"I'll go get twenty dollars," he told her staring into her eyes
and face and glancing at her tits. "Go ahead and get dressed."
He walked out. One day he hoped the sensations and feelings
would be more important than the money to her. He'd still pay her if she
wanted it, of course, but it wouldn't be the reason why she came over.
When he came back out, she was just pulling her shirt back over her head.
She already had her panties, shorts, and bra on. She then sat down on
the floor and put her shoes and socks on, but not in that order.
He went over to the sofa and picked up the little towel. She
watched him as he surveyed the sofa and lightly rubbed it. "This is our
'honor towel'," he declared. He felt it was important to use the word
"our". "This is for when I make you happy and you honor me with your
pussy juices. And one day, Amy, I will show you how I release my juices.
I have been honoring you and your beautiful body, also." His cock
drooled enough pre-cum that he knew it was a sticky mess in his briefs.
She looked at him with a question mark on her face.
"I'll explain and show you on another day."
She stood up and he handed her the twenty dollar bill. She
shoved it into her pocket.
He put his hands on each shoulder and softly kissed each cheek.
She stood statue-like. He then softly held her cheeks in his hands. He
turned his head and moved forward and kissed her lips firmly, but
without pressing. His lips lingered, so she tried to kiss him back. She
had no experience and it was awkward for both of them and they soon
separated. He felt confident she would learn and she hoped he would be
patient as she tried to learn. If he wanted to kiss her, she wanted to
do it good.
"When can I come over again?" she asked with anticipation.
"Friday evening." Her eyes became sad. "I have a lot of work
to do. I really want to see you before, but I just can't. I'll be
thinking of you all week.
"Okay," she said, poutily.
They walked to the door. Just as she reached for the door
handle, he stopped her.
"Can you do me a favor, Amy?"
"What?"
"Don't wear panties when you come over here. Just wear
shorts or better yet a skirt with nothing underneath?
"Nothing underneath?" she said, her face in surprise.
"I'm only asking for you to do it when you come over. You
live close, it's no big deal. No one will know. No one will care.
Except me and you. We care to make each other happy."
She didn't say anything. He opened the door.
"See you Friday," he said, happily.
"Okay," she turned her head and smiled back.
"I love you," he charmed and then closed the door.
She walked back to her house thinking, "He loves me"? Do I
love him? I like him and I know he cares about me and wouldn't hurt
me. How do I know if I'm in love? How do you tell? Should she ask
someone? No. It's best not to tell anybody. It's okay if he loves
me. He makes me feel so good with these new sensations, after all.
Jack hated...absolutely hated...to tell her Friday. It would
be a whole week without seeing her. Without sucking on her tits.
Without viewing her pussy. It was for the best, however. He had time
to consider if he really wanted to go any farther. Re-look at the
risks and variables of possible inadvertent discovery. Review his
plans to see if he should slow down or speed up.
He walked into his bathroom after she left, stood in front of
the toilet, pulled down his pants and briefs, grabbed hold of his cock
which was sticky and messy from his pre-cum and jacked off. He
fantasized about her being on the floor on all fours and he ramming his
cock in and out of her succulent pussy. He had poor control of his
cock's aim when he came and he splattered his cum, getting very little
into the toilet bowl. He sighed and grabbed a towel to clean it up.
***
It was a fast week for Jack. He stayed busy with his work to
keep his mind off her. In the evenings, he evaluated their previous two
meetinga and what he hoped the future held. He felt it was going very
well. After this Friday, if all went well, she would want to come over
often. After the meeting after that, if all went well, he would let
her. But he still knew they always had to be very careful. If she was
over too often, it would soon be discovered.
He saw what Amy's mother looked like during the week. She was
a big woman with small breasts. As genetics go, Amy would probably end
up the same way. But right now Amy looked just fine to him. He
certainly wouldn't be with her forever, after all.
For Amy, she tried to put her mind on other things, but she was
only partly successful. She didn't do very well on the school tests
this week, but no one noticed. Every time the TV was on and there was a
couple kissing, she paid extra attention and tried to pick up any
pointers. She tried to rub her tits like he did, but it didn't feel the
same. Her parents noticed she was unusually quiet this week, but
chalked it up to almost being a teenager.
***
Friday finally arrived. His doorbell rang just 5 minutes after
he got home from work. She must have been watching for him. He had
wanted to eat dinner first, but eating up her body immediately became
his first priority.
"Hi, Jack," she said smiling with excitement when he opened the
door. He could tell she was genuinely glad to see him.
After he closed the door behind her, she greeted him with a kiss
on his mouth. She opened her mouth like she saw on TV and he responded
by opening his. She recoiled back when his tongue probed into her mouth.
"I'm...I'm sorry", she said.
"It's okay. How would you know if you haven't done it before?"
He wrapped his arms around her protectively and kissed her. He felt her
relax and she let him french her deeply. She learned to dance her
tongue with his tongue and felt tingly. When their mouths parted, she
thought it was a pretty good experience and would like to try it more.
He held her hand and they walked into the living room. She wore
a simple green wraparound skirt that stopped at her knees. He wondered
if she had granted his request. Was she without panties? Could he
reach right under her skirt and touch her pussy? He'd know soon.
"Well, you might as well go ahead and get undressed," he said
with a fun little laugh. He stood watching her as she kicked off her
shoes and then while standing on one leg took off her sock and
switching legs did the other. She took her shirt up, over, and off
and then reached behind and undid her bra.
He just briefly admired her tits this time. His mind was
salivating on what was underneath her skirt. She undid the wrap and
let her skirt fall to the floor. And there she was! Her virtually bald
pussy exposed between her legs. She had taken his advice, no panties!
He walked a slow circle around her and looked her up and down.
"You are just so incredibly beautiful," he said, admiring. He moved in
and gave her a short, passionate kiss, but broke off before she thought
to respond to him.
"It seems unfair that you are the only one without clothes. I
should be like you. Don't you think so?"
"I don't know," she said, looking at him. But she had to admit,
she was curious.
"Well, Amy, I know my body isn't as beautiful as yours, but if
it's okay with you, I'm going to take my clothes off to be like you.
But only if it's okay with you." He used the phrase "to be like you"
to make her think she was advanced. The second phrase let her think
she had the power.
"It's okay with me," she said. And it genuinely was.
"Great! Thanks!" Again implying her power. "Why don't you
sit on the sofa and watch me take my clothes off."
She went over and did.
He stood facing her. He was still in his office clothes. He
kicked off his shoes and took off his socks in the same way she had.
He undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She had
seen his chest last Saturday.
She watched him undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and then
lower the zipper. He pulled his pants downward and they quickly fell
to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He just wore his undershorts
and his dick pushed them outward. He turned around with his back to her
and lowered his shorts. His butt came into view and he bent over to
pull his shorts all the way down and then stepped out of them.
Slowly he turned back around, her eyes grew big as she saw how
big his dick was. She had never seen a dick so big! It was sticking
straight out from him and pointed straight at her. She scooted to the
sofa edge to get a closer look. She hadn't seen her father's dick or
even a boy's dick since she was a little girl. Any man's would look
big. And she certainly had never seen one erect. The truth was his
cock was 6 inches long which made him an average man.
He watched her expression of surprise as he turned around and
she saw his cock. He laughed internally from her reaction.
"Amy, just as you honor me with your pussy juices when I make
you happy, I honor you with my cock juices when you make me happy."
He rubbed the pre-cum on his cock for effect. "You make me happy just
by letting me be in the same room with you."
"Cock?" she said.
"My dick," he explained. "But the adult word for it is 'cock'.
'Dick' is for calling people names, like 'dickhead'." She chuckled.
"Cock sounds better."
"Does it hurt?" she asked
"What?" he said, genuinely confused.
"Your cock. When it sticks out when you wear pants?"
"Oh!" he said, smiling. "Normally, it is soft and not as big,
so I'm okay. But another way a man shows how much he likes a girl is
that his cock gets hard, it gets longer, and it sticks out. It's
called an erection. When I'm around you, I get an erection. You're
so beautiful.
"Amy, I won't lie to you. Sometimes it does hurt. The happy
juices build up inside a man's cock and they just need to come out, and
the juices are called cum. In fact I had to release some cum after you
left last time. I was in pain. But it feels so good to cum. There are
many ways to cum. How about I show you one way I cum just before you
leave? Would you like to see that?"
"Yeah," she said, nodding her head excitedly. She was very
curious.
He sat down in front of her on his knees. "Just lay back right
where you." She reclined back. It was fairly comfortable for her. He
put his hands on the inside of her knees and pulled her legs apart. He
had a fantastic view of her pussy, but there was time for that later.
He straightened up on his knees and leaned over her. He placed his
hands on opposites sides of her and then took her right nipple into his
mouth. She exhaled in happy acceptance of him. His right hand came
over and played with her left nipple between thumb and forefinger.
He had his partial weight on her now. He wanted her to feel
that. To see if she would safe or feel trapped. He hoped that even if
she felt trapped at the moment, she'd forget it later in the midst of
his sensual plans for her this evening. He moved his head up and
kissed her. His tongue probed into her mouth and to the back of her
throat. She felt a little suffocated and her hand quickly came up to
his face.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," she said sheepishly and then pulled his mouth
back down to hers. He didn't push his tongue so deep this time. It's
just that he so wanted to be deep in her.
He moved his head down to her other nipple and began to suck
on it. His left hand came up to finger her now wet right nipple. He
kissed his way over to between her tits and then slowly licked up and
down between what would one day be some form of cleavage. For now it
was just the center bone for her rib cage. But one day - cleavage!
He kissed downward and briefly probed her "inny" bellybutton
with his tongue and then continued to kiss lower. His body slid
downward off her body until he sat back on his knees. He lightly
kissed her on the upper regions of her pussy which was covered with
soft new pubic hair and meticulously worked downward. He reach her
clit and instead of kiss, he licked it.
She didn't know why he wanted to kiss her around her pussy.
It seemed so dirty. She went pee from there and sometimes it would
dribble. And now she had started having periods. She was glad her
period was two weeks ago, but still. His kisses became slower and
lingered longer as he got closer to her pussy and suddenly his tongue
touched her clit and she jerked back as she felt a sensation surge
through her body. He kissed her there next and then went lower and
kissed the folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes. What he was doing
really felt good. She had never imagined it so. It blew her mind's
paradigm discovering that when he touched her privates, it felt so
good. Not that she used words like "paradigm".
His face was just inches from her cunt and she tasted just as
sweet as he thought she would. He heard her breathing hard and slow
as he began to eat her out. He brought his hands up and spread her
legs further and then he spread her pussy lips. He shoved his face
into her and probed his tongue into her opening. "Unnh", he heard
her moan as he lapped up her nectar. Her back arched, pushing her
cunt into his face, as he continued. He briefly raised up to look at
her. Her eyes were closed in concentration. Her body was now shiny,
beaded with sweat. He dove back into her. "AAAAHhhhh," she cried out.
He licked her pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth "Ohhhhh,
OOOOO," she said. She was almost there he knew. With fervor, he dove
deeper into her and with fury he tongue-probed, licked, kissed, and
sucked her pussy. From her came an "AH...AHH...AHHH" and then a hard
"UNNNNNNHHH" and she collapsed down and gasped for breath.
She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. It was
fantastic. She could just feel this...this energy building inside her
and then suddenly, POW!, it explodes in every part of her body. What
a great thing Jack had done to her. She wanted to experience it again.
"Do it again!" She tried to sound commanding and then said
"Please?"
"I'd love to eat your pussy again, my young and horny lady," he
said, out of breath himself. His face was covered with her juices.
"Unfortunately, we don't have time tonight. I really enjoyed it too,
so I will definitely eat you out again."
"Okay," she said sadly. Sometime he was too much like a
sensible parent.
He grabbed the "honor towel" and began to wipe her pussy off.
She suddenly realized how wet she was down there. She must have leaked
a whole lot. But she did enjoy it very much, so she was glad she had
honored him so greatly. He had done such a wonderful thing to her by
"eating her pussy". The towel became wet fast and she reached her hand
down and pushed the towel in wet areas she knew he missed.
"You greatly honored me by releasing your pussy juices when you
came. This is pussy cum. I would like to now honor you with my cum.
I'm going to show you the way I cum when I'm alone. In the future, I'll
show you how you can make me cum. Why don't you lay back on the carpet?
That way you will get a good view."
She discovered that her legs were still spread wide apart. She
began to close them and found she was a little stiff and she felt mildly
sore around her pussy. She gingerly stood up and then laid down on the
carpet. He got down on his knees on her left side near her tits. She
looked up at his long erect cock.
She saw him wrap his hand around his cock like a loosely
clenched fist. He began to slowly move it up and down the length of his
cock. She saw the head pop out when he stroked inward to his body. He
began to breathe hard and grunt sounds sometimes. He now moved his hand
fast on his cock.
"Unnhhh!" she heard him groan. He pushed his cock downward and
suddenly it shot his cock juices...his cum...on to her tits. First, a
hard small shot landed on her right tit and then a second and a third
large quantity shot spewed out and landed between her tits. It was
warm. She saw him deliberately aim his cock at her left tit as he came
with smaller fourth and fifth shots. She saw his cock spasm a couple of
more times, but cum just dribbled out. Wow, she thought. She was
amazed how much juice..."cum", she told her self again...came out. She
felt cum start to slowly run down her chest, some of it pooled in her
bellybutton. When his hand let his cock go, it was smaller and floppy.
"Quick, Amy!" he said, excited. "Rub the cum all over your
tits," He sounded panicked to her and she hurriedly responded. "That's
it! Get every part." When cum started to run off, she scooped it back
up and covered her tits. She found it sticky and gooey to her touch.
He looked down at her. Her tits and nipples were creamy white.
She'd done a good job at covering herself. "On the news, a couple of
months ago," he spoke, "I saw a story about how a guy's cum on a gal's
tits help make them grow. You have to spread the cum over tits right
away like within the first two minutes or it doesn't do any good." He
hated to tell her such a stupid, stupid lie, but he really wanted her
to let him cum on her.
"Really?" she said, wide-mouthed with excitement.
"I didn't believe it either," he replied. "But they talked to
this 13 year old girl and I think it was a 15 year old too and how their
tits had grown. The 13 year old tits weren't very big yet, but you could
tell they had grown in just a few months. And the 15 year old had been
doing it for 2 years and they were really big" He put his hands out as
if he had a large pair of tits.
"I'd like to have bigger tits." she said. "For you."
"Why, thank you. That means a lot." he was genuinely touched
by her statement. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing. She
cared for him. He was her friend.
"Well, we have to stop tonight. We'll make more happiness again
soon." He noticed his cum was starting to dry on her body. "You'll
want to shower soon after you get home. I'd let you shower here, but it
might be suspicious for you to come home with wet hair. You know how
parents are!" He knew his "parents" comment didn't make sense, but it
appealed to her "rebellion" age that she was getting into.
"Yeah," she replied, thinking she knew what he meant about
parents. She started to rise up.
"Here," he said, handing her shirt to her. "Just wear your
shirt. Cum is harder to get out of your bra. You can leave your bra
here and get it later, since you'd be seen carrying it when you go home.
She nodded acceptance to what he said. She pulled her shirt on
over her head. In places, her shirt stuck to her cummed body. Some cum
trickled out of her bellybutton as she stood and provided a brief
tickle. He waved a twenty dollar bill to get her attention and put it
in her shoe to let her know where it was. She finished dressing. Her
foot hid the money in her shoe.
"Wednesday's my birthday!" she said cheerfully.
"Oh really?" he replied a little warily.
"Yeah, I'll be thirteen. How about I come over and you eat my
pussy and cum on my tits again?"
"Aren't you having a party or something?"
"Yeah, but I'll come over before."
"No, Amy," he shook his head.
"But it's my birthday," she interrupted.
"If you came over here on your birthday, some bad and stupid
person is going to find out and tell us that what we are doing is wrong.
You know that is true. Be with your parents and your friend on your
birthday. You know, I'd like to be with you. But it would be
suspicious if you weren't home. We'd be found out for sure. You'll
have fun without me."
He sounded a little scared to her. It brought back doubts in
her mind on whether she should be doing things with him.
"I thought we'd be able to get together during the week," he
said. "It looks like we won't be able to until next Saturday. Sorry,
Amy"
"It's okay," she sighed. These full weeks between get
togethers were too hard for her. She felt like crying. She felt like
he was rejecting her.
"Let me give you an idea what we'll do so you can be thinking
about me." He reached his hand under her skirt and fingered her clit.
His hand felt nice. "I'm going to eat this beautiful pussy again."
She gave a half-hearted smile. It was still 8 days away!
"And you're going to help me cum next time." He grabbed her
left wrist and closed the hand around his cock. It throbbed to her
touch and began to grow and harden in her hand. Her eyes grew huge at
the sight. "Well, look what YOU did! Unfortunately, no time tonight."
She stood there holding his cock. He pointed to the door. She still
stood there. She was in a daze. He finally had to take her hand off
his cock. "Next time," he said, and kissed her cheek.
"Okay," she said, absentmindedly. Her thought were focused on
his cock.
He was still naked, so he stood behind the door as she left.
"Remember to shower," he called out. He then headed to the
shower himself
When she got into her shower, she noticed how dried and crusty
the cum already was on her tits and body. She washed thoroughly. She
decide to try something new when she went to bed. Instead of wearing
the big nightshirt, she slept in the nude. She had a very erotic dream.
In it, she had big tits and Jack ate her pussy. In the morning, there
was a small wet spot on her sheets.
***
On Sunday, he jacked off twice. He filled each of her bra
cups with his cum. If you could call them cups. On Monday, he did it
again. On Tuesday, he thought he'd better stop and ran her bra through
the wash three times. The bra came out cum-free.
***
On Wednesday, as he pulled his car in, he saw Amy down the
street. He remembered today was her birthday, but he didn't get her
anything. He knew if he had, she would wear it proudly and then she'd
have to try to explain where she got it to her parents. This was a
dangerous time. His rewards were almost at the highest level, but the
dangers were high too. He knew she loved him now. And she wanted to
tell the world. He needed her to know that if their "love" was to
continue, she needed to listen to him and not her own heart.
She was walking his way. Maybe this was a good time to just
talk.
He walked into his place and waited and indeed she was came
over to see him.
"Come on in, Amy," he said, smiling, "But only for a few
minutes."
She sat on the sofa and he sat next to her. His arm came over
her shoulder and he pulled her closer. He leaned over and gave her a
deep kiss. She responded back in longing for him.
"Can I stay?" she asked, hopeful.
"Amy, you know you shouldn't."
She drooped her head.
"Amy?"
She looked up.
"I love you."
"I love you, too!" She returned a weak smile. Her
response was weak, but her words were important to him.
"If you love me more than your parents, more than your
friends, more than anyone, then you need to listen to me. We need to
keep our love quiet for a long time. But for two people in love, a
long time seems like a short time." He knew in reality, it was
usually just the opposite. "One of the best ways we show our love
for each other is to protect one another from harm. If you let
someone know about us or did things that helped people discover us,
I'd know you didn't truly love me because I'd be in pain because dumb
and stupid people would beat me up for loving you. And I'd feel the
biggest pain since I'd never see you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she nodded. She was newly determined that no one
would ever find out about them.
He leaned over and kissed her again and they petted heavy for
a few minutes. He placed his right hand on her shirt and rubbed her
tit through it. His hand then went down to her pussy and he rubbed
it through her pants. Her breathing soon became short, so he stopped.
"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to get you hot before you
had to leave."
He stood and escorted her to the door with his arm around her
waist.
He handed her a small brown bag from a table by the door.
She looked in and saw her bra. "Happy birthday, my beautiful
thirteen year old.! I love you!"
"Bye!" she said.
She had a great time at her party. She received nice
clothing and charms and bracelets which she was eager to wear for
Jack. Overall, she didn't think too much about him that night. She
just had fun with her girlfriends. When talk went to which boys they
thought were cute, she kept her mouth closed. Even when asked
directly, she just shrugged. That night, she had a dream that her mom
found out and she locked her in her room and she never saw him again.
She woke up and her heart ached.
***
Saturday came and she was over at his place soon after
breakfast. She decided not to wear a bra this time and liked seeing
his surprise when she took her shirt off. They both quickly
undressed and she laid back on the sofa and spread wide her legs.
He got down between her legs and commenced eating.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned as his tongue slathered her pussy. He
drove her wild for a few minutes and then backed off. He took his
right index finger and slowly inserted into her passageway. She
flinched when she felt his fingernail scrape her insides. He felt
sorry for that. As much as a guy tried to be gentle, it wasn't
uncommon to cause a little pain with fingers. He eased his finger
in all the way and probed around. He didn't feel her hymen. He
wasn't surprised. Most girls lose it naturally by just by being
energetic or by inserting a tampon He pulled his finger out. It was
slightly red.
"You just finish your period?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said, sounding disappointed. "I understand if
you don't want to eat my pussy today."
"I didn't say that." He dove his mouth down onto her clit
and sucked and licked hard. Within minutes she was moaning hard
"Oh, oh, oh!" Her back arched insanely. "UNNNNNHHHH!" she moaned as
she came and collapsed down motionless.
For a moment, he thought she had passed out and he worried.
But she began to stir and smiled at him. "You make me feel so good.
I love having my pussy eaten."
"Is it better than Disneyland?" he asked.
"Way better"
"You rest a moment. I'm going to get a drink of water and
then we'll try something new."
He came back from the kitchen with a water bottle in his hand.
She was sitting up wiping her pussy with the "honor towel". He placed
the mostly full bottle on the rug next to her legs.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Sure!" she said enthusiastically. Oh, to have the unbounded
energy of youth, he thought.
"We need to switch positions." She stood up and he sat down
on the sofa and opened his legs. His erect cock pointed out. She got
down on her knees. This was her closest view of his cock yet.
"Do you like popsicles?" he asked
"Yes"
"So you know how to lick it. Sometimes you take your tongue
and lick up and down the sides of it. Sometimes you try to put it in
your mouth as far as it will go. You let it rub on your lips. You
suck on it. What you are going to do is "suck my cock". You take it
into your mouth. You lick it. You kiss it. You suck on it. Hold it
in your hands when you need to. Sucking my cock is going to make me
feel so happy. Just try not to bite me please."
"Okay." She scooted closer and tentatively took his cock into
her left hand. His cock head had some juice on it that had leaked out
of the hole. It was weird that both pee and cum came out of the same
hole. He didn't smell like pee, so she lightly tasted the juice with
her tongue. His cock twitched and she smiled and was encouraged that
she caused that. She began to lick all over his cock head while
holding it steady in her hand. She moved her head forward and took
his cock into her mouth.
"Mmmm," he moaned. She was starting off so good. Her hot
little mouth was ecstasy.
She pushed as much of his cock as she could into her mouth.
Her wet hot tongue pressed against his cock and he loved it. She
pulled back with her lips rubbing his cock. He moaned. She began to
pull completely off his cock. He responded by placing his hands on the
back of her head and he gently encouraged her mouth back down upon his
cock. Without reservation, she took it back into her mouth, He kept his
hands loosely behind her head and she just continued to go up and down
on his cock. He had wanted to take it slow, but now he just wanted to
cum.
She learned that when she paused when she was all the way down
and teased the side of his cock with her tongue, she drove him wild. As
she sucked his cock, she heard his breath get faster and she liked how
he moaned more and more, so she went down on him faster and faster. She
never knew she had so much power.
"Oh, yes, Amy! Take my cock. What a good cock-sucker, you
are!" Those words in her ears made her happy. She must be doing it
right! She heard him moan more and more. "Oh. Oh, Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes,
Oh, Yes. You're so good. Yess! Your doing it. Oh, Yes. You're going
to make me cum for you. Unhhh! Unhhh!" His cock was feeling even
harder in her mouth. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" he yelled out and he pushed her
mouth down hard and fully upon his cock. Suddenly, she felt his cock
jerk in her mouth and a hard spurt of his cum hit the back of her
throat. Before she had a chance to react to the first spurt, his cock
jerked again and again and poured a large amount of cum into her mouth
and some of it slowly began to trickle down her throat, but most of it
was pooling in the back. She tried to pull her head backward, but he
held her mouth tightly against his cock and it spasmed a few more
times draining his cock of cum and adding to her mouthful. She felt
like she was going to choke and that she couldn't breathe. She
desperately swallowed a load as she tried to pull away from him. And
then quickly swallowed another load and then she felt better as the
amount of his cum reduced in her mouth. She felt a need to swallow
one last time as more cum drained to her throat.
When he had felt he was about to cum, he held her head down on
his cock, so he could feel himself cum fully rammed into her mouth. He
looked down at her face to watch her reactions. When his first shot
went off, she started to look up at him. When his big load of his
second shot which was quickly followed by his equally big load of his
third shot dumped cum into her mouth, he saw her eyes become panicked
and felt her try to pull away, but he held her tight on his cock. She
grew more panicked as his cock expended itself with lesser cum shots,
but it still added to the quantity in her mouth. She finally saw her
swallow and then quickly swallow again and just a little bit later, she
swallowed again.
He finally released her head. She pulled away. His limp cock
popped out of her mouth. She tried to stand, stumbled, and fell on her
bottom. She panted hard. Her head was spinning.
"Here," he said and handed her the water bottle. She took it
and drank it down. She wanted to wash the stickiness out of her mouth.
She drank nearly half the bottle. There was still some stickiness, but
it was much better.
"You are awesome, Amy. You did so good for being a first time
cock-sucker. It's wonderful for me to think you'll just get better the
more times you make me happy by sucking my cock."
She wasn't sure she wanted to do it again. She was feeling
afraid of him, betrayed. He recognized a change in her countenance
to him. He needs to assuage her fears.
"You're probably wondering why I held you and didn't let you
move, aren't you?" he asked.
In fact, that's what she was thinking. She nodded her head
'yes'. She didn't want to speak to him.
"We had to do it this way first. You did it perfectly. You
probably thought you were choking and couldn't breathe, but think about
it. You were breathing through your nose." That seemed to make sense
to her. "I needed you to swallow all my cum, so you would know you
could do it. And Amy...I need to know that you truly care about me,
that you really love me" She wasn't sure she still did at the moment.
He continued. "I want you to like swallowing my cum. When you suck my
cock in the future, I won't hold you like I did today." If there is a
future, he wondered. "But right now, you already know you can take it
all. You were scared and that's okay. Now you know there is nothing to
be afraid of. That's why I held you. I'm sorry I scared you. But just
a little bit because I know you are good. You know...you KNOW I would
never hurt you, Amy. You know it's true, right?"
"Yeah," she said, slowly bobbing her head. She felt foolish and
sheepish.
"So, will you be willing to suck my cock again, sometime?" he
asked, hopefully.
"Yeah." It wasn't so bad after all. Her recent "choking
experience" already was fading in intensity in her memory.
He felt relieved. Time to focus her mind elsewhere.
"Guess what?" he said excitedly.
"What?"
"We can make each other happy this Tuesday! We don't have to
wait a whole week again! Isn't that terrific?"
"Yes!" she was very happy now and her faced showed it. He
would eat her pussy again and she would get better at sucking his cock.
"I can't wait!"
"You can't wait?" he teased. "It's only three days. You've
waited eight days before."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do. I can't wait to see you too." She went home with
twenty dollars more.
She used the money to buy popsicles so she could practice at
home. She made sure no one ever saw her practice.
***
Over the next three and a half months, Amy came over on
Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, though a couple of times Thursday was
unavailable. They were able to make one up with a Friday. He ate her
pussy and she would cum every time. Sometime she'd sit on his face when
he ate her pussy. She sucked his cock when he was laying on his back,
when he was standing, when he was sitting on her chest. She swallow all
his cum and licked his cock clean after he told her he'd like that.
She'd pretty much didn't mind the stickiness, messiness, or taste of his
cum anymore and even thought she sort of liked the flavor now. He'd cum
on her tits to "make them grow" at least once a week. They had grown
some over the last four months. Of course, the cum had nothing to do
with it. At least she had some true cleavage now. Just barely. She
finally had some justification for wearing a bra.
After a couple weeks, he had stopped paying for her. She didn't
mind and figured she could ask him for money when she needed it.
At the end of the time period, on a Tuesday, after they greatly
enjoyed their "happiness" that evening, he spoke to her.
"I have some things I have to take care of out of town. I'm
going to be away until a week from Friday."
Her face fell.
"Yeah, I know, Amy. I'm sad too. But I'm going to make it
extra special when I get back. I want you to spend the whole night
here. Tell your parents, you are going to spend the night at a slumber
party. They'll, of course, be nosy and want to know where you are going
to be. Just tell them, there's a new girl at school named Anne and
she's invited a lot of the girls over. You can give them my phone
number and I'll pretend I'm Anne's dad if they call to check up on you.
Can you do that?"
"Yeah!" she said, excitement racing through her head. That
sounded so fun.
"Wonderful, I'll see you in a long week and a half at our
"slumber party". I don't think there will he much sleeping though."
He winked at her after his joke.
She smiled big. She felt the anticipation would kill her.
"And remember to put some clothes in a bag to make it look
like your going to a slumber party. Not that you'll need to wear any
of them." He winked again.
She gave him a big passionate kiss.
***
He didn't go out of town. He paced his house thinking about
Amy and if he really wanted to take the next step forward. On a
couple of nights, he woke up in a cold sweat. He dreamed about being
in jail and he was the boyfriend to Bubba, the axe murderer. When he
woke up the second time from the dream, his asshole was sore from
clenching all night. Funny, how dreams can effect you physically.
Amy told her parents the story. It worked perfectly.
***
The long anticipated Friday. It was nearly 6 months since
that first fateful day when she came over trying to make some money.
He felt energetic and he felt confident which was more relevant.
Amy arrived at 6:30 that evening with an overnight bag.
She wore sweats and slip-on sandals and as soon as she came in she
shed all her clothes by the door and gave him a giant kiss and
squeezed his cock through his pants.
"Are you ready to party or do you want to slumber?" he
said, enticingly.
"I'm ready to party!" she yelled.
"Everything okay with your parents?"
"Yeah, no big deal." He noticed a disdain in her voice
for her parents.
"Then let's party!" He ran into the living room and she
chased after him, both laughing. He quickly spun around and caught
her up in his arms. He carried her to the sofa and sat her down on it.
He got down on his knees and spread her legs. He never tired of
looking at her beautiful pussy no matter how many times he had seen it.
When her pubes began to really come in, he talked to her about the
beauty of the pussy and how it looked best shaven. She trusted him
enough to let him shave her the first time and from then on she shaved
in the bathtub. She locked the bathroom door when she shaved, like he
suggested. Parents!
He quickly shed his own clothes
"I am sure hungry!" he said.
He spread open her pussy lips
"Woo-eee, what do we have here?" he said with a fake drawl.
"My pussy."
"It sure looks tasty," his drawl continued. "May I eat it?"
"Yes."
His tongue dove into her pussy and she fell into joyful bliss.
"Yummy," he said in regular voice after a couple of minutes.
She noticed he probed just inside her with his fingers more
often this time and he used almost all tongue, with little sucking or
kissing. He didn't play much with her clit this time either. But, of
course, every time he ate her pussy was a little different and it
always felt great.
He kept checking how much sexual juice she released and he
kept using his tongue to try to make her moister and moister. When she
started to get close to cumming, he would slow down a little and let
her sensations drop back down. He wanted her to last as long as
possible so her cunt would get juicier and juicier.
He brought her up and down in sensations several times. Her
pussy looked about as sloppy as it was going to get. It was time. He
brought his lips to her clit, rolled it around and then sucked on it.
He continued to push her sensations higher until she was moaning and
arching up.
He abruptly stopped. He straightened up on his knees and took
his cock in his hand. He placed his cock head in between her pussy
lips. He adjusted his cock's line up to her hole and then slowly
thrusted forward. Her pussy felt plenty juicy, but she was still so
very tight. Sometimes, his cock barely moved forward into her pussy,
but he never came to a full stop. As he heard it said somewhere,
'Retreat is not an option'. Something like that. Finally all six
inches of his cock where inside her pussy. He looked up at her. He
had been so enthralled in watching his cock enter her cunt, he hadn't
noticed the small amount of liquid escaping the corners of her eyes.
She was almost to the point of cumming when he stopped sucking
her clit. She hadn't noticed when his cock was placed in between her
pussy lips. She'd been focused on her cumming. But she did feel his
cock enter her. She first thought it was his tongue and then two
fingers in her haze, but it got too big inside her too fast. Her mind
cleared and she saw him push his cock into her pussy. It was already
part way in her. As he pushed his cock into her, she felt his cock
spread the insides of her pussy wide. It was way bigger than her
tampons. His cock became uncomfortable. As he went deeper and deeper
inside her, she felt her pussy stretch like it had never had before.
It hurt. She didn't want to yell out or cry. She trusted him, so
there must be a good reason he's doing this. But some tears still
escaped her eyes. Finally he stopped and she felt a fullness inside
her that she'd never felt before.
He was sorry he had caused her some pain. He hoped it would
stop soon. But he wasn't going to pull out. They were solidly
together. He stayed motionless to let her get used to the feel of his
cock inside her. He hoped to have it inside her quite often over the
next few months.
His cock was so big and her insides throbbed in dull pain.
She was glad he stopped moving. It would probably hurt when he pulled
his cock out. She'd have to deal with that. For now she was glad.
She got to rest.
Neither one said a word for the next few minutes. Their
breathing slowly synchronized.
The pain began to subside and she began to "study" the feel
of his cock inside her. It was long. It was hard. It seemed to fill
her pussy perfectly as if she and Jack were made for each other. This
idea made her happy.
His cock twitched inside her and her brain felt like it
exploded. The sensation had been so powerful. What new sensation was
this? She felt him slowly started to turn his cock left and right
inside her and she soaked in the feeling of his cock rubbing the
insides of her pussy. This was fantastic!
He knew she was okay when she started to react to his little
cock movements inside her. She was ready to fuck. With his cock
still rammed fully in her, he scooted their bodies so they were laying
flat on the sofa. He was on top of her. Her legs were still split
wide open only like a young 13-year old could.
He felt even deeper inside her with him on top of her and she
felt him slowly thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. His strokes
gradually got longer and longer. Sometimes there was a little pain,
but the good rubbing sensations almost immediately replaced it.
He slowly pulled his cock just a little bit back and then he
thrust back into her again. She was such a wonderful tight pussy. No
matter how lubricated she was, he couldn't just go full thrust on her,
yet As time passed as he continued to thrust, her pussy began to
retain the diameter of his cock instead of reverting back to
smallness. When he was able to thrust half of his cock in and out of
her pussy, she surprised him by suddenly cumming. He rammed his cock
back down deep into her pussy. He wanted to ride out her wave. Her
powerful cumming almost made him come too. When he rammed his cock
down, his body pressed hard against her clit and the feeling pushed
her even higher into a new wave.
Once her cumming subsided, he began to stroke inside her
again. Her cumming loosened her pussy some and she released
additional juices for more lubrication. She looked wiped out to him,
but she was young and would be active again soon.
He now full thrusted into her and she was alive and moaning.
He was close to cumming and his thrusts were hard and fast. He was
surprised he hadn't come already, considering how tight this pussy he
fucked was. He pounded her cunt now. Probably too hard, but she was
young. The sofa bounced and bounced with each hard thrust. If they
were on the carpet, he'd most likely cause her pain. He felt the
fullness in his cock and homed his cock fully deep into her pussy.
His cock spasmed and his infertile cum shot into her and then his cock
spewed the insides of her with his larger loads from second and third
spasms. Finally his cock exhausted itself and laid limp and shorter,
but still inside her pussy.
She'd been rearoused when he starting to thrust his cock
faster and faster inside her pussy. He would make her cum again so
soon, by doing this. Eating my pussy was great, but this was way
better. She found herself thrusting right with him. She could get
used to this, She felt herself cumming closer and closer and suddenly
he rammed his cock in hard and to the deepest yet inside her pussy. She
ground her pussy and clit at him. She felt his cock jerk inside her and
she came when she felt a quick hard blast of cum hit deep inside her
where even his cock didn't reach. Then she felt herself filled with his
warm cum and her head felt like it was swimming. Swimming in a pool of
cum, perhaps
She was underneath him and she could hear them both breath hard.
She didn't mind his weight on her. And she didn't mind being
essentially pinned underneath him. She just had the most incredible
experience and it was all because of Jack. She hadn't been over an hour
yet and it already was the best night of her life.
Eventually, she felt a need to move and she pushed on his
shoulders. He stirred and pushed himself up on his arms. Her eyes grew
large as she felt his cock suddenly grow hard and long inside her pussy
and she developed a big smile. She was ready. It looked like he was
too.
She was sad when he got up off of her and took his cock with
him.
"I want to fuck you from behind this time," he said.
Fuck? she thought, briefly. Isn't that a bad word? Wasn't
that the BADDEST of the bad word?
He had her get on her knees facing the sofa and had her bend
over with her belly and tits pressed again the cushions.
He got on his knees behind her. He aligned his erect cock to
enter her pussy from this new angle.
It was a time like this that he was so glad his wife left him
those many years ago because he had no sperm. For Amy, no one had ever
talked to her about sex. She had no idea that there often are unwanted
results from such activities.
He nuzzled his cock in between her pussy lips. When she felt
his cock touch her pussy, she pushed back to welcome his cock . With a
strong firm push he eased forward and returned his cock into her pussy.
The only discomfort was a little grunt from her when he was half way in.
His mind reveled with the feelings of his cock inside her steamy, tight,
juicy pussy. He stayed pushed deep inside her for a few minutes. He
loved the feeling of being deep inside her. He didn't want to go
straight into thrusting because he knew he'd come to fast. However, she
kept squirming as she enjoyed the renewed feeling of his cock deep
within her and so he couldn't help but begin to thrust into her. And
it certainly didn't help to prolong cumming when she thrust back
either!
He thrusted deep, long strokes and she moaned in pleasure.
He thrusted faster. He again pounded hard his cock into her
pussy. Her body pushed forward on the sofa, but her pussy stayed since
he held her hips tight in his hands. He could feel himself about to
cum.
"Oh, Amy! What a great woman you are!" he said purposefully
for her to think about.
She smiled deep inside when she heard his words. She was a
woman to him. She was a woman now! "I want to fuck you every time
you're over now," he said. She could easily agree to that. And since
the brain is the primary sex organ, his words pushed her over the edge
and she began her hardest cum ever and then immediately she felt her
pussy filled again with his warm cum. When he heard her cumming, he
came too.
He collapsed backward. His cock falling out of her pussy
with a sloshy sound.
He stood up and pulled her up. As he stood behind her, he
wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her tits in hands with
his arms crisscrossed to get a tighter feel. Their sweaty bodies
pressed together.
They stood there for a few minutes, quiet, basking in the
afterglow.
"Let's clean up by showering together," he said.
In the shower, he fucked her while holding her up with her
arms and legs wrapped around him and with her pressed against the
shower wall. She also gave him a fantastic cock-suck before they got
out of the shower.
They had a little snack to eat. Actual food. Then he got
some sheets, blankets, and pillows and laid them on the floor. He
didn't want her in his bed. He felt that once she was in his bed,
she'd feel like she belonged with him and might come over too often
and ruin everything for them. She had thought nothing of it. It
hadn't occurred to her that it was odd that she had never been into
his bedroom or that they didn't fuck on a comfortable bed.
They laid down and she snuggled into his arms. She liked that
protected feeling. She hoped they'd fuck again soon, but he fell asleep.
She reflected on the evening and the joys she discovered and experienced
for the first time and then fell asleep herself a half hour later.
In the morning, she woke up to a tickling sensation in her
pussy. She opened her eyes and saw that he had spread her legs wide and
was licking her pussy.
"Good morning, sleepy one" he said when he saw her awake.
"Good morning." She reached down and pulled his head and tried
to pull him forward. He helped her by crawling forward. She reached
down when his cock was within reach and tried to insert it in her pussy.
"Is this what you want for breakfast?" he asked.
"I want to fuck you," came her reply. It sounded odd coming
from someone her age. And from someone with a minimal understanding
about sex.
He pulled her legs upward and pushed her feet back toward her
head. He moved over her. His arms loosely trapped her legs underneath
them and enforced her bent position. Her pussy aimed toward the
ceiling. He lowered his cock into her. His weight and gravity help
push his cock quickly and fully deep down into her. She grimaced as her
insides felt a little sore during his entry.
He gently pushed down. Not thrust, but push. He wanted to
spend some extended time inside her before he couldn't control his cock
and felt compelled to pound inside her pussy. The only bad part of
cumming is that it's over. Cumming was great and he wasn't knocking
cumming. It's just sometimes all he wanted to do was have his cock
stay inside her warm tight pussy and lay there and thrust and thrust and
lay there more and thrust some more and not cum for hours. But that's
not how life is.
Eventually, even the gentle pushing give way to thrusting, and
thrusting give way to---pounding. Once the fullness arrived in his cock,
he held her tight and pounded his cock as deep into her pussy as he could.
"Unnnhh," he cried, as his cock spilled its content into her
pussy and his cum slid down into her.
***
For the next 3 more months, they met regularly on Tuesday,
Thursday, and Saturday. Every other Friday was a "slumber party". One
evening her mom called, but since Amy was there and able to come to the
phone right away, she never called again.
They tried other positions, but mostly stuck with the first two,
him on top of her of him behind her. It was not as good for her when she
was on top. He came too fast for her. He wasn't convinced that was his
entirely his fault. He liked to hold her tits, especially now that she
started to get some, as she rode his cock. But he certainly didn't mind
being on top of her or sticking his cock in her pussy from behind or
blowing his load in her throat and watching her swallow it all. And she
had no trouble reenergizing his cock for another fuck.
***
Then one day, it all came to an end. It was nine months to the
day from when she had first entered his place, sat topless for his view,
and let him rub her tits. She came over and didn't undress or even let
him kiss him. She'd met someone else. Amy started to see this 17 year
old high school senior who she instinctively hid the knowledge of from
her parents also.
Who was this guy?, he thought What was this 17-year old
thinking? He should no better than to date a 13 year old. He was too
old for her.
He took it hard, but not too hard. Two months ago, without
Amy suspecting, he started to see Amy's friend Colleen, a skinny blonde
twig, on every Wednesday. This twig had bumps though. Colleen's
already had B-sized tits. He loved to fondle those bumps. He first
ate her pussy out a couple of weeks ago and gave her a massive orgasm.
She was coming over tomorrow. She was ready to learn to suck his cock.
***
With Amy no longer in his action, he accelerated his timeline
with Colleen. In two more weeks, he slathered up Colleen's pussy with
his tongue, just like he had with Amy's pussy, and he stuck his cock into
her pussy. Major emphasis on the word "stuck". She was a tight pussy
and she cried for ten minutes when he forced his cock through her hymen.
Her hymen was slightly thicker than typical, but the emphasis is "was".
When he fully pushed his cock into twig girl's pussy, he found he was
literally stuck in her. The arrowhead-shape of the cock helped push into
her, but it prevented him from pulling back out without ripping his cock
head off. With Colleen, he finally received his fantasy of having his
cock stay a long time in a pussy. He could barely move his cock in her
pussy, but nevertheless after thirty minutes stuck together, sensations
built and built and Colleen came. All he could do is ride her body wave
and hope it didn't hurt him. Even after, his cock was stuck in her as
tight as ever. Twenty minutes later, she came again, and this time when
her body rocked it set him off too and he filled her pussy with his cum.
Colleen was too tight a pussy and his cock stayed stretched and could not
exit, so he hardened back up in a short time. His cock stiffened inside
her and she surfed back up the waves and twenty short minutes after the
last cum, she came again. Once again, her cumming caused him to cum and
add another load to her pussy. Inside her pussy, his cock was still long
and it firmed again in five minutes within her tightness. He adjusted his
body to get more comfortable and felt his cock slip. He soon discovered
he could do long thrusts in and out of Colleen. She began to moan in
pleasure like a banshee and her body shook as she received her most
powerful cumming. A few minutes later, he came again. His load was empty
after two recent fillings, but his pleasure was fulfilled.
Colleen was more knowledgeable and wiser about life. She was
concerned about pregnancy when Jack filled her pussy with his hot cum.
She talked condoms to him. Jack had to actually show his medical
documentation of his infertility to Colleen before they fucked again,
though he thought he could have fooled her with any medical information.
In contrast to Amy and maybe in carelessness, he let Colleen come over to
fuck and suck as often as she could and he also decided to open up his bed
to her. He was in love.
***
Amy started fucking her new boyfriend within the first week of
going out with him. She liked it much better with her new guy.
Unfortunately, she was still ignorant of unwanted results and her
boyfriend just liked to get between her legs. Even after her period went
away for six months, she thought it was just a convenience since her
boyfriend didn't like to fuck her when she was "on the rag" as he called
it. But when she was 14 and would be a ninth grader in just two weeks,
she and her mom went shopping for clothes. Mom had noticed her daughter
had gained some weight, but Mom was a big woman herself. However, in the
changing area of a department store, she recognized the distinctive shape
of pregnancy. Mom hadn't even known she had a boyfriend. Things, of
course, hit the fan. Amy told her parents "all I've been doing is fucking
my boyfriend. It just makes us feel happy. What's wrong with feeling
happy?" Needless to say, her parents didn't react well to that. She
felt alone. She had pushed Jack out of her life, her boyfriend suddenly
decided to go to college out of the area instead of locally, her best
friend Colleen was too busy for her, and her parents didn't understand
her.
For Amy, it doesn't end so sad. She made the right choice by
placing the baby for adoption. She wasn't ready to be a mother. She
receives a picture of the baby girl once a month from the parents. She
studied hard in school and her grades came back up after a two year slump.
During the summer, she went to the mall and met a cute boy who just turned
15 year old. She'd turn 15 next month. She introduced him to "happiness".
And condoms too. They were together all school year. Her parents never
found out about him either.
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