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Subject: {ASSM} Sara-01 Mf, teen, cons, romance, opening chapter, no sex (yet) - sara01.txt (1/1)
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Sara1.txt Mf, teen, cons, rom, opening of story, no sex



   "Sara"



   Chapter 1:



   From the moment I saw her, I wanted her.  From the moment we talked, I
knew I loved her.  Her name was Sara.  We met when my sister brought her
home from school her freshman year of high school.  They were working on
some project together.  I was sitting in my usual spot on the lazyboy with
my notebook computer on my lap and the TV on.  I was working on a paper for
my Abnormal Psychology class.  I hated the fact that at 21, I was still
living at home - I couldn't afford to live by myself.  But that day, I was
very glad to be home.

   My scrawny sister Mae came through the door.  I said to her, "Hi
Squirt!" "Hello, Loser!" was her response.  That's when Sara walked in. 
The first thing I noticed about her was her long blonde hair.  It went all
the way down to her cute little butt.  When she turned to face me, time
seemed to slow down like in one of those corny, sappy romance movies where
every strand of gold seemed to float around.  Her face seemed to be
illuminated.  She had the most angelic, most beautiful face I'd ever seen.
And her eyes...her eyes were the defining features on her face.  They were
the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen.  They didn't look like they could
be real.

   Apparently, time had only slowed for me b/c my sister shouted at me:
"Tom, stop staring at my friend!"

   "Was I staring?  I'm sorry.  It's just that..." I sat up and put the
computer on the coffee table.  "I've never seen eyes so green before. 
Please don't be offended, but are they real or do you have contacts?" Sara
looked me in the eyes and blushed.  My sister just rolled her eyes.

   "They're real!" she chimed, "100% au naturel!" Her voice didn't sound
like that of a fifteen year old.  In fact, Sara simply seemed to emanate
maturity - she seemed to have an old soul.

   "Since my sister is always the improper lady and does not introduce her
friends to others, let me -" That's when Mae broke in...

   "Sara, this is my brother Tom.  Tom, this is my new friend Sara."

   I reached out to shake her hand.  Our first touch was electric,
literally.  When we shaked hands, we both received a very intense shock. 
Apparently, I'd built up some static electricity while walking across the
room.  But neither of seemed to mind.  All I was focusing on was how
delicate and soft her hand was and how beautiful those eyes were.

   "C'mon, Sara" Mae said and tugged on Sara's free arm.  "Let's go work on
that project for History." "Ok," Sara said and we broke our ocular embrace.


   While walking away, I took in the rest of her.  Sara had a very petite
body.  She must have stood 5' and could have only weighed 95 pounds or so.
But she wasn't scrawny like my sister.  Sara's hips were starting to
develop and so were her breasts.  That's when reality hit me.  Oh my god!
I've just hit on a 15 year old!  What am I doing!?  I'm not a pedophile! 
But Sara wasn't a child!  She was a young (sure, very young) woman.  But
still, she was my sister's friend.  And since I understood that for teenage
girls, friends are their whole world, I decided at that point, that no
matter how much I wanted to, I would not act on my feelings.

   Well, Sara started coming over quite frequently, about once every other
day.  When she came in, I'd say hi.  But I also started taking her back to
her house late in the evening.  I was very glad that my sister always came
along, otherwise I might have pounced on Sara.  But, during those 10 minute
rides, Sara would always sit up front with me and she and Mae and I would
talk about current events, life and all sorts of things.  I would tell
jokes and she would laugh and always seemed to have a gleam in her eyes
when I looked over at her.  Sara would also tell jokes and give her opinion
on things.  I enjoyed those 10 minute trips.  I found that Sara was not
only beautiful, but she was also intelligent, articulate and witty.  I
wanted her even more.

   One Thursday night, Sara decided she wanted to go home early at around
6pm.

   "Hey, Mae, you coming?" I asked.  "Nah, you two can go alone.  I trust
you.  Plus, I don't want to go outside right now, it's TOO cold!" was her
response.

   My heart swelled and a swarm of butterflies congregated in my stomach.

   "Ok, be back in a bit." I said.  "See ya Sara, have fun!" Mae shouted as
Sara and I were walking out the door.

   There was silence in the car for the first few minutes.  Finally, I
worked up the courage to talk: "Hey, Sara, now...don't take this the wrong
way, please, but why do you hang out at our house so much?  I'd think a
pretty girl like you would be out on dates every other night."

   "Nah...the guys at school don't pay much attention to me.  They go after
all the girls with the big boobs...why do you ask?  Don't you want me
coming around so much?" Sara asked.

   "No-no...that's not it at all.  I like having you around.  I've
especially enjoyed all these car rides with you.  You're smart, funny and
very beautiful." There, I'd let it all out in the open.  I really didn't
know what would happen.  I looked over at her.  She was blushing.

   "You think I'm beautiful?"

   "Yes, I do.  You're a very beautiful young woman.  Heck, if I was
younger, no...actually, if I'd met you someplace else but my house, I would
have asked you out on a date.  I wouldn't have known that you were only
15."

   "Actually, I'm only 14.  I skipped a grade.  You'd ask me out?  Really?"

   "Sure.  I'd do it right now too...but, you're my sister's friend.  And I
really don't want to interfere with your friendship.  Going out might make
things weird."

   Sara had this huge grin on her face.  "What?" I asked her.  "Why do you
have such a big smile on your face?"

   "Well...." Sara drew it out.  "I actually talked to Mae about this...and
at first she said she felt weird that one of her friends was interested in
her brother...but then she said that she did think that you were pretty
cool and that we would make a nice couple."

   She admitted she was interested in me!  I felt 14 again...  "Mae said
that?  Wow...she didn't tell me about it."

   "Of course not, silly!" Sara laughed.  She had such an angelic,
contagious laugh.

   I pulled into a gas station that we were just about to pass.

   "What are you doing?" Sara asked.

   "Well, I normally don't do serious things when I'm driving.  It's too
distracting and can be dangerous.  Which is why, I pulled in here." I
parked the car.

   "OK...now Sara...I don't even know your last name." I admitted.

   "It's Molin...Sara Molin."

   "OK, Sara Molin, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

   "YES!" she exclaimed.  Then, reality hit me again.  I was 21 and she was
only 14...not even 15 like I'd thought.  When reality hit, I frowned.

   "What's wrong?" Sara asked.

   "Well...reality just hit me.  I'm 21 and you're 14.  Not only are you
not legal, but how would we date at all?  I mean, your parents wouldn't
like you dating a 21 year old."

   "Actually, my parents don't want me dating at all...but, what they and
the law don't know can't hurt them or me or you...and believe me, they
won't find out until we're good and ready to tell them."

   "But still...that leaves the issue of me actually taking you out..."

   "Tom!  I thought you were smarter than that!" She exclaimed with a sly
grin.  "That's what your sister's for, silly!"

   "Oooh..."

   "And you know what!  We can have our first date tonight!  My parents
don't expect me home until 9:30."

   "But what if they call?"

   "Mae's got that covered.  She's usually on the phone all night anyway,
so she has the phone.  And if they call, she can call you on your cell
phone!"

   I was amazed.  "You've really thought this out, haven't you?"

   "But of course, have to have all the bases covered!"

   "But..."

   Sara frowned.  "Don't you want to go out with me?"

   "Yes, I do...but..."

   She must have read my mind.  "Like I said before, Tom, what my parents,
your parents, and the police don't know can't hurt them, me or YOU."

   "Wow!" I smiled.  "I like you even more now!" Sara blushed again.  "So,
where would you like to go on our first date, Sara Molin?"

   "I don't know, how about Perkins, Tom Styles?"

   So that was where we went.  We joked around and talked about serious
things too.  I told her how I wanted to become a clinical psychologist and
help people work out problems, and especially work with families to help
build strong, healthy families where kids could grow up with love and
acceptance.  Sara told me of how she wanted to play violin for a
professional orchestra and do some acting at local theaters.  The more she
and I talked, the more I saw that she truly did have an old soul, and the
more I grew to love her.

   Before we knew it, it was 9:15.  "Jeez, time to take you home little
girl." I told her.

   "Are you taking me to my house or to YOUR house?" Sara asked with a huge
smile on her face.

   "Don't tempt me!" I told her.  God, I wanted her.  I paid the bill and
held the door for her as we walked out of Perkins.  And then, all of a
sudden, while walking to the car, I found that we were holding hands.  I
don't remember if I reached for hers first or if she took the initiative.
All I remember is that my hands were clammy like a teenage boy on his first
date.

   We broke contact when after I opened the car door for her and had to go
to the driver's side.  But, when in the car, we held hands again.  And we
drove silently to her house.

   "S..s..sara...jeez, I'm stuttering!  I feel like a 14-year old!" I said.

   "Yes," she responded, looking into my eyes with those beautiful green
eyes.

   "May I give you a goodnight kiss?" I asked timidly.

   "Since you've been such a gentleman tonight, Mr.  Styles, you may." Sara
said in a fake southernly lady's voice.

   My hands cupped her cheeks.  I carressed her face with my fingers and
brought her close to me and I kissed her.  Her lips were soft and warm and
wet.  It was a delectable first kiss.  I opened my lips and my tongue
gently flicked at her lips.  Sara opened her lips and I breathed in her
essence.  I was mesmerized.  She looked at the clock.

   "Oh, shit!  It's 9:30...gotta go."

   "Do this again tomorrow?" I asked.

   "Well, of course silly!" she responded.



   ...to be continued...







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