This is an age-play fantasy intended for adults.  If you 
are offended by such things, the simple solution is not to 
read it.  This fantasy story is in no way advocating for 
any actual minors to be involved with actual adults.
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BABYSITTING BIANCA
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"Tommy!"  I screamed with glee as I ran across the room.  I 
leaped and he caught me; he always did.  He lifted me up 
and spun me around, then hugged me to him and whispered in 
my ear, "We're going to have fun tonight Bunny."  Then, in 
a more normal voice, "Good to see you too kiddo."  Looking 
over my shoulder and giving my dad his most charming grin, 
he plopped me down on the ground and walked over to my 
dad.  "Congratulations sir!  Fifteen years of marriage is a 
milestone.  I hope you'll share some tips with me someday 
on how you've done it."

Dad grinned back and did the usual guy soft punch to the 
shoulder thing to Tommy.  "Well, Thomas, the main thing is 
to just do what they say.  Say yes as often as you can."

Mom and Dad were going to dinner at their favorite tapas 
place and then staying over at a nice hotel.  I heard mom 
tell my aunt Lucy that it was the honeymoon suite.  I 
assumed this meant they planned to have sex.  They probably 
didn't think I even knew what sex was but I did.  I was 
very mature for ten.

Dad and Tommy kept chatting about sports and school and I 
tuned them out, thinking about how much fun I would get to 
have tonight, and about everything that had lead up to it.

Tommy (Thomas, but I called him Tommy; kind of like my name 
is Bianca and he calls me Bunny) would be my babysitter for 
the evening and until my parents came home tomorrow 
afternoon.  Our families had lived on Pine St., three 
houses apart, for the past fifteen years.  His parents 
moved in when Tommy was just a baby and mine were 
newlyweds.  I was born five years later and am an only 
child.  Tommy is too.  From my earliest memories I adored 
him and followed him around whenever I could.  He was 
always patient with me and so good with me that when he 
turned thirteen and I was eight, our parents started 
letting him babysit me.  For just a few hours at first, 
while they all went to the movies or something.  Before 
that they'd often pitch in on a shared babysitter for us 
both.  So, we spent a lot of time together as we grew 
up.  Now he was fifteen and I was ten and both sets of 
parents felt he was plenty old enough watch me for an 
overnight.  In other circumstances I might have made a fuss 
about them thinking I still needed a babysitter, but I 
wasn't going to argue about it if it was Tommy.

We'd always been physical with each other, tumbling around 
as kids do.  Napping together when we were very little, 
curled up around each other.  I've seen the pictures in 
mom's photo scrapbook.  It's one of her hobbies.  Now, if 
we're watching TV or something, I'll often cuddle up next 
to him.  It's comforting, it feels natural.  I never really 
thought much about it until a couple months ago when I was 
over at his house while our parents were all out at some 
concert.  We were watching TV and I got up to use the 
bathroom.  When I came back, his dog, a loveable goof of a 
St. Bernard (Rufus), had taken over the entire rest of the 
couch, including my seat.  There's no way to move Rufus 
once he sprawls out.  So I stuck my tongue out at him and 
plopped down right on Tommy's lap instead.  He just 
laughed, adjusted his position and wrapped an arm around me 
and pulled me into his chest.  We were just watching some 
silly comedy, but around the part when two of the main 
characters suddenly realized they were soul mates and 
kissed, I felt something hard against my bottom and noticed 
Tommy was breathing funny.  On one level, I knew it was his 
penis.  I was a kid, not stupid.  Seeing the kiss and 
feeling that made my stomach kind of tighten, but in a good 
way.  I just shifted around to get comfortable, and he 
tightened his arm around me some, but that was it.  We 
didn't talk about it at all that night or afterwards.

The next time he babysat me, we were at my house.  Tommy 
had spread his homework out across the couch and instead of 
moving it, he told me I could just sit on his lap.  I felt 
a little odd about it, but curious too, so I did.   He put 
an arm across my stomach and settled back, like 
before.  This time we were watching a rerun of Law & 
Order.  It was new to us though.  It started with some lady 
taking a guy home from a bar.  They were undressing each 
other and starting to make out when I felt something poking 
me in the butt again and Tommy tightened his grip around 
me.  I kind of squirmed and his grip got tighter.  I felt 
his breath on my neck and he sort of kissed me, lightly, on 
the side of my neck.  This made my stomach tighten again 
and I kind of sighed.  He did it again and I felt his hand 
come up from my stomach and sort of touch my left 
breast.  I was just starting to get breasts and my mom had 
taken me shopping for training bras just that day.  I was 
proudly wearing the one I liked the most (light purple with 
some lace on the top of the cups) and when he felt it he 
stopped for a second and said, "Hey Bunny, you're growing 
up on me."  Then he gave me a quick kiss on the top of the 
head, patted my chest, and stood me up.  "Gotta pee, kiddo, 
be right back."  His voice sounded strained and he was 
walking kind of funny as he went down the hall.  I waited 
for a few seconds, and then followed.  He'd gone to the 
bathroom not long ago and I was suspicious.  I quietly 
leaned my ear against the door to the bathroom and listened 
but I didn't hear peeing.  Instead I heard him breathing 
and making kind of puffing grunting noises and then, about 
a minute or two later, some louder noises.  It sounded like 
he said "oh fuck, Bunny" and then it was quiet.  I heard 
what sounded like his pants being zipped up and heard the 
water go on, so I dashed back to the couch.  He sauntered 
back into the room just after I sat down, scooped me up, 
and sat me down in his lap again.  He didn't kiss my neck 
again, but he did sort of pet my hair while we kept 
watching TV.  We stayed like that while we finished the 
show and again didn't talk about what happened.

I resolved to find out more by talking with my friend 
Carrie.  She lived across town and we went to different 
schools now, so I didn't get to see her as much as I would 
have liked.  However, we had planned a sleepover and I was 
going to ask her about some of this.  She had an older 
brother (Dave) who was fourteen, and I figured she might 
know more about what was happening.

After we'd watched some movies, and were snuggled under the 
covers of her bed in the dark, I brought it up.  I wasn't 
about to tell her I'd felt Tommy's penis poking me in the 
butt, but I needed to know more.

"I need to know why boys like to touch themselves and get 
hard penises.  You have a brother... do you know?" I blurted 
out.

Carrie giggled and turned toward me.  "I know he plays with 
it all the damn time.  I hear him in the bathroom, in his 
bedroom, in the shower; anywhere he thinks he's alone."

"Why?  I mean, I understand about sex.  About how a penis 
goes into a vagina and sperm comes out and that's how you 
make a baby.  I just don't understand why they play with 
them?"

"Well," Carrie said.  "I mean, do you ever touch 
yourself?  It feels good is why."  She gestured to her 
crotch when she mentioned touching.

I blushed.  "I've felt funny in my stomach, and sort of 
lower there.  I didn't think to touch it though."

"It feels really good when you do.  Trust me.  I asked mom 
why Dave was always playing with his penis and she got this 
funny look on her face and then explained to me that boys 
do it because it feels good and that as long as he was 
doing it in private that was natural and ok.  So I asked if 
only boys do it and she looked a little odd but said no, 
girls can too.  Then she said she had to work on dinner and 
left the room.  I figured she had said all she was going to 
about that to me so I decided I'd experiment with it later.  
And I did.  I was in the bath and I reached down and 
started touching all over until I felt something really 
good.  So I kept touching there and it kept feeling better 
and better.  It was like being on a roller coaster and 
getting to the top and then falling.  It felt so good and I 
felt so relaxed I just laid there in the warm tub till mom 
yelled at me to get out and go to bed."

I listed to Carrie with my mouth open a little in 
amazement.  "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?!," I 
shout-whispered at her.

"It's only been a couple weeks since I figured it out, 
sheesh," she shout-whispered back.  "I've been trying 
different things and figuring out what feels best."  She 
looked up at me and kind of bit her lip.  "I'll show you if 
you want?"

I thought about it for all of a second before I nodded 
enthusiastically and said yes.  Carrie told me to pull up 
my nightgown and take off my panties and she did the same.  
We got under the covers with the flashlight she had in her 
nightstand (it was pink as was everything in her 
possession) and she spread her legs and shined it between 
them while pointing with the other hand.

"This part feels really good when I rub on it," she said, 
and touched herself just below where her legs joined.  She 
rubbed for a few seconds and then pointed again.  I could 
see a very small nubbin of flesh, shiny pink, poking out 
there.  Then she slid her fingers lower and seemed to push 
one into herself.  "This also feels really good if you push 
in and out a while."

Then she had me lay back and had me hold the flashlight on 
myself while she touched me.  When she found a spot that 
made me gasp and jump, she took my other hand and put my 
fingers there.  "Rub around here for a little bit," she 
said.  "See if it feels good to you to go faster or harder 
or softer.  I had to try a bunch of things before I found 
the perfect way.  You can also put them lower and push 
inside you.  It's neat being able to feel inside of you."  
She giggled and moved my fingers down until I felt an 
opening I could push my finger into.  It felt odd, very 
warm, and a little wet, like the inside of my mouth was 
warm and wet, but really good.

I moved my hand back up and rubbed and she laid back and 
started rubbing herself too.  It was getting warm under the 
covers and we were both breathing harder.  I started to 
feel the build up like she'd described.  I thought about 
how Tommy's kiss on my neck had felt and all the sudden I 
was falling falling falling.  I let out a gasp and felt my 
stomach and lower parts throb over and over.  I heard Carrie 
make a soft noise and her hand fell away from her.  We laid 
there with our heads turned, looking at each other, 
grinning like fools.  We just stayed that way for a long 
time.  I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to.  
I'd had my first orgasm and I was hooked.

Carrie and I repeated this process several more times that 
night.  Each time I learned more about how my body worked.  
It had felt amazingly different when Carrie touched me than 
when I touched myself, which made me think of maybe Tommy 
touching me there.  But that also made me feel embarrassed 
to think of.

It was two more weeks before I had more real alone time 
with Tommy.  Of course I'd seen him, but just for short 
periods of time with our parents around.  He had more 
homework than I did since he was older and he didn't have 
as much time to always hang out.

He came over to watch me for the day on a Saturday while 
both our sets of parents went to an art exhibit at the 
museum in the capital.  It was a two hour drive each way, 
so they would be gone most of the day.  I'd had two solid 
weeks of practicing touching myself and was doing it every 
night when I went to bed.  I loved it.  I understood now 
why guys Tommy's age did it all the time.  I wondered if my 
parents did or not.  The idea didn't gross me out, but I 
didn't think about it too hard either.  The day Tommy was 
coming I was so excited I touched myself before he came 
over and didn't bother to really take my underwear off.  
They were kind of wet after so I tossed them on top of my 
hamper and decided I'd just put my swimsuit on anyway.  It 
was a nice day and I was sure Tommy would go swimming with 
me in our pool if I wanted to.

Tommy and his parents pulled up and he jumped out of their 
car as my parents rushed out, tossing out the ritual, "have 
fun, be good, listen to Tommy" at me as they went.  Like 
I'd ever not been good or listened.  Parents... sheesh.  They 
jumped in the car and zoomed off.  I guess they thought 
they would be late.  Tommy and I waved and went inside.  He 
noticed my swimsuit and grinned his huge grin, reached into 
his bag, and pulled out swim trunks, waving them in the 
air.

"I thought you might want to spend time in the pool Bunny," 
he said.  "I should start calling you my mermaid."  He 
tousled my hair as he spoke.

"You can change in my room," I offered.  "I'll grab some 
towels."

He went to change and I got two big beach towels.  He met 
me back in the living room and we started towards the back 
hall to go outside.  He suddenly stopped and slapped his 
forehead.  "Sunscreen.  Arg.  If I let you get burned your 
mom'll kill me."

I handed him the towels and skipped back to the bathroom, 
singsonging, "I'll get it."

Sunscreen obtained, we went outside.  Tommy squirted a 
bunch in my hand and his and we both lathered up.  Then he 
did my back, which he'd done plenty of times before.  This 
time it felt like he took more time than normal and his 
fingers dipped below the back of my suit a bit.  Then I did 
his back, again, totally normal, but I might have taken a 
little extra time myself.  I spread the towels out on 
chairs and then we both jumped in. 

We swam around and decided to play Marco Polo.  Tommy went 
first, eyes screwed closed, he counted to 10 while I swam 
away then shouted "Marco".  My "Polo" back brought him 
wading towards me so I swam away.  After a few rounds I was 
letting him get closer and closer.  The next time he 
shouted "Marco", I was right in front of him and I 
whispered "Polo" with my face an inch from his.  His eyes 
flew open when he felt my breath with the word and he 
grabbed me, lifting me up out of the water and tickling me 
under the arms.  I squirmed and shrieked and laughed until 
he let me drop back into the water.  As retaliation I dove 
under and swam between his legs, grabbing his trunks as I 
went.  I yanked down on them and popped to the surface 
behind him.  He was busy trying to pull them back up and 
once they were he spun around with a very red face.  I 
thought for a second he was angry, but he just told me it 
was time for a break from the water and hauled himself out 
of the pool.

I got out of the pool too and came over to sit down on the 
chair next to him.  He handed me a bottle of water and laid 
back to enjoy the warmth of the sun and dry off.  We laid 
there for a few minutes, just quiet.  I thought maybe he'd 
fallen asleep when he said, without looking at me, "Bunny, 
come here and lay down next to me.  It'll be fun."

I was hesitant, because he'd never said that before, but I 
got up and went to his lounge chair; he scooted over just a 
bit and lay on his side.  I lay down on my back, but he 
turned me so I was facing him.  He didn't do anything but 
look at me for a few seconds and then his hand touched my 
breast again.  He didn't say anything, just looked at me as 
he gently touched me.  It didn't take long for it to feel 
really great, but I didn't know what to say to him so I 
just kept quiet and let him do that.  The same feeling I'd 
get when I was touching myself started to happen a little 
and I wiggled my body a bit, bringing my lower half closer 
to him.  I felt his penis poke into my leg but I didn't 
back away.  He hissed out a breath when that happened, but 
kept touching me through my damp swimsuit.  Eventually he 
starting rocking his hips a little and I felt his penis 
poking my leg harder.  He kissed my neck again and then he 
let out a bigger grunt and jerked a little, then pulled 
back a bit.  He kissed my forehead and laid back, an arm 
around me.  He murmured "good girl" then dozed off and I 
just laid there wondering what happened, feeling very tight 
and like I wanted to touch myself, but not able to like 
this.

I let him nap for about half an hour before I wiggled out 
from his grip and went inside to make us some lunch.  I was 
only recently allowed stove privileges and didn't know how 
to make much yet, but I had mastered boxed mac & cheese.  I 
thought it would be nice to surprise Tommy with that 
instead of him making us PB&J like he usually did.  I 
quickly went to change out of my suit and as I went to toss 
it in my hamper, I noticed my panties were gone.  I was 
sure I'd tossed them in there, but I didn't see them now.  
I figured they must have fallen down further so I just 
changed and didn't think of it further.

I woke Tommy up and told him lunch was ready.  He sat up, 
seemingly surprised I had gotten up without him.  He 
grabbed my arm and sternly told me, "Bunny, if we take a 
nap when I'm supposed to be watching you, you stay put.  
What if you had gotten hurt and I wasn't there?"  He was 
upset, but also concerned, obviously.

"I'm sorry - I just made some food.  You were really sound 
asleep and I couldn't fall asleep after...," I trailed off, 
blushing, my head down, refusing to meet his eyes.

He reached out and used his right hand to lift my chin up 
so he could see my face.  "Earlier, well, you feel ok after 
that?"

I nodded but didn't know what to say.

"You think we can keep that between us?  Like private?," he 
asked.

Again, I just nodded.  It was a private moment, a secret I 
wanted to keep to myself anyway.  I wouldn't even have told 
Carrie about it.

He smiled his charming smile and patted my head.  "Cool.  I 
knew I could count on you.  So - what's for lunch?"

He acted very impressed with my cooking, although even I 
knew that it was just boxed food and not that special.  
Then he worked on some homework while I read next to him on 
the couch until my parents came home.

The next several times he babysat, similar things happened.  
It became a routine.  He'd say "want to have some fun 
Bunny?" and I'd say yes and he'd touch me, mainly sticking 
to my breasts and a few kisses on the neck.  He would 
usually move his hips and make noises and then be done.  I 
would stay still and silent and later at night, I'd touch 
myself thinking about it.  He'd always ask if I felt ok 
afterwards, and then say, "private, ok?" and I'd nod.  It 
just became part of what we did.  Nothing else changed and 
neither set of parents noticed anything different, I guess, 
because no one ever asked me anything that made me think 
they knew.  I did feel ok about it.  I enjoyed him paying 
attention to me and it somehow made me feel extra good to 
think of it when I touched myself.  I also knew that if my 
parents or his found out, they'd be very upset and probably 
mad at me, so I made sure to keep it completely to myself.

When we found out about the overnight babysitting, I was 
really happy and a little nervous.  What might he do to me 
if we had a whole night?  He'd tease me all week on walks 
home from school, just saying, "It's gonna be fun Bunny," 
and winking at me.  Normally, I probably would have stayed 
at his parents place for something like this, but they were 
in the middle of a remodel on the house and it was a wreck.  
Everyone agreed it would be fine for Tommy to just stay in 
our guest room instead.  His parents were only a few houses 
down if needed after all.  Plus his parents seemed happy 
enough about having a night by themselves too.  So, by the 
time Tommy showed up that Friday night, I was wound up.

My parents left soon after he got there, reminding us they 
left money for pizza, and that they'd see me tomorrow.
I was sure we'd get right to the fun, but we didn't.  First 
Tommy made us do homework, saying he didn't want to have to 
think about it later.  Once that was done we ordered pizza 
and found a movie on Netflix to watch.  Although I sat 
curled up next to him, he didn't do anything to me beyond 
pet my hair and put an arm around my shoulders.  After the 
movie he told me to take my bath and then it was bedtime.  

I was starting to feel weird, like how I felt before 
Christmas morning.  A lot of anticipation and no idea what 
I was going to get.  But, I went and took a bath.  I 
wondered if he'd come in, but he didn't.  Instead, I heard 
the shower in the guest bath turn on.

When I was done with my bath, I put on my nightgown.  It 
was the fanciest one I had; white silk with lacy trim and 
small embroidered flowers in blue and purple along the 
neckline.  I realized I had forgotten to bring my underwear 
into the bathroom so I went back to my bedroom to get them. 
 
When I walked in the door, I found a surprise - Tommy, 
laying on my bed in just boxers, his hair still damp from 
his shower.  He didn't seem to notice me, so I thought I'd 
try to scare him.  I took a running jump onto the bed, 
landing right on top of him, straddling his crotch.  His 
eyes flew open and he laughed and brought his hands up to 
my sides and held me for a second, then tickled me.  I 
responded by bouncing on him and trying to tickle back.  He 
started bucking as if he was trying to toss me off so I 
held on tightly.

"It's like riding the mechanical bull.  How long can you 
hold on?," he said, both of us laughing.  Honestly, I was 
just having fun and hadn't thought about his penis or him 
kissing me until a few seconds of "bull riding" had gone 
by.  His boxers had started to slip down and my nightgown 
was riding up.  I looked down and saw the head of his penis 
poking out of his boxers.  It was dark pink and looked 
smooth.  He noticed me noticing about the same time and 
went still.  I don't remember even deciding to do it, but I 
reached down to touch it and it was as soft as my silk 
nightgown.  He gasped and suddenly rolled so we were facing 
each other on our sides, like that day by the pool.  He put 
his hands on either side of my face and leaned forward and 
kissed me.  Just a gentle press of lips on lips.  It felt 
thrilling and even better than when he had kissed my neck 
before.  We did that some more, slowly opening up our 
mouths a little, letting our tongues touch.  I thought I 
could be very happy to do that forever, and in some ways, 
it felt like we did.

Eventually his right hand roamed down my body, going lower, 
down my side, to my thigh, and then up, pushing my 
nightgown up too.  That made me snap out of the haze I was 
in and I tried to push his hand away again.  I didn't have 
underwear on and suddenly it just seemed like too much for 
him to touch me there.   But he just gripped me tighter and 
used more force to keep pushing my gown up.  As his hand 
skimmed over my hip, he suddenly stopped and looked down.  
"Bunny, where is your underwear?" he asked in a strained 
voice.

"I forgot it and was coming to find some," I answered.  I 
could feel the heat coming off my cheeks - they must have 
been bright red.  I felt embarrassed, but good; like I 
wanted him to stop and like I wanted him to keep going.  I 
felt a little wet like I did when I touched myself and I 
was mortified that he might find that out.

He smiled, but the look in his eyes was darker and full of 
an emotion I couldn't place.  "Oh Bunny, I knew you wanted 
this too.  You're ready aren't you?"

I wasn't sure what he was talking about and squeaked out a 
no but he didn't seem to hear me.  I did want him to touch 
me, but this was so much more than before.  I wasn't sure 
what I was doing or what he might want or think I was ready 
for.

His hand possessively slid over my hip, down to my stomach, 
then between my legs.  I had them closed but he pushed his 
hand until they parted a little.  Suddenly he was touching 
me like I touched myself and when he felt that I was wet, 
he moaned and pushed a finger inside me.  His hands and 
fingers were so much bigger than mine and it hurt when it 
went in.  Not unbearably, but it did hurt a little.  Part 
of it was the surprise of it.  I let out a soft noise of 
pain and tears pricked my eyes. 

He pushed me so that I was lying under him, his finger 
working in and out of me.  It was feeling a little better 
than it had at first, but I was still trying to catch up 
mentally with what was happening.  He scooted down and then 
his mouth was on me just above his finger.  The sensation 
was overwhelming and I cried out, trying to close my legs.  
He dug his fingers into my thighs, not too hard, but 
enough, and pushed my legs apart and went back to work 
licking me, sucking on parts of me, and putting his finger 
in me over and over.  I started feel that familiar build 
up, and more.  His finger was hitting some spot inside me 
that felt amazing and I went over the edge.  I screamed his 
name and felt the throbbing release.  He held onto me and 
didn't stop moving his finger until I stopped bucking.  
Then he slowly kissed his way up my body until his face was 
next to mine again.

"You taste amazing Bunny," he said, and kissed me on the 
lips again.  I tasted myself on him.  It was a little 
sweet, a little salty, not bad.  "I need to be inside you.  
I've waited and waited and now we have the chance.  It 
might hurt a little but I'll take care of you, ok?"

I nodded.  His finger had hurt at first but it felt good by 
the end.  So whatever was next I thought couldn't be but so 
bad.  I was wrong.

He peeled off his boxers fully and I saw his whole penis 
for the first time.  It was hard and standing out and up 
from his body, sort of bobbing a little, and with a small 
bit of wetness leaking from the tip.  He put his left hand 
around it and rubbed up and down on it.   His own hand fit 
around it, but not with much to spare.  I didn't have 
anything to compare with, but it looked really big and when 
he lay on top of me and pushed my legs open again, I 
freaked out a little at the thought of him trying to put 
that inside me.

"Tommy! Tommy no no no no no no it won't work please no," I 
started babbling at him, tears starting to escape my eyes, 
my small hands pushing at his chest.

"Shhhhh, Bunny, I'll take care of you, I promise," he said 
and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me again.  He 
kept kissing me as I felt his penis pushing against me down 
there.  When it started to go in, I felt myself stretching 
so wide and it burned.  I cried out, but his kisses muffled 
any noise I tried to make.  It kept hurting and stretching 
and feeling like I was going to break in two as he kept 
pushing himself all the way in.  He'd pull back a little, 
and then push forward again.  I squirmed against him trying 
to pull away but it only seemed to help him go further in 
me.  All of the sudden he was still and I could feel him 
pressed against me.  He was all the way in.  It hurt.  It 
hurt so bad.  But then he reached down and ran his fingers 
over that little nubbin I had and I started to feel really 
good too.  A few minutes of him kissing me and rubbing 
there and the pain started to ease.  I felt him pull back a 
little and then push in again.  He removed his hand to use 
them both to pull my legs around his waist, then went back 
to rubbing and moving in and out of me.  I felt every inch 
of him as he made me stretch to fit him.

Tears were still leaking from my eyes, but the pain was 
fading.  He kept pumping in and out, picking up his pace.  
He stopped kissing and rubbing me, pulled back and pushed 
my legs up my body towards my chest.  The change in positon 
let him into me even deeper somehow.  He was hitting 
something inside me when he pushed in that hurt, way up 
inside.  I cried out again and felt the tears on my face 
but he didn't seem to notice.  He just kept going and 
going, faster and faster.  Suddenly he pushed all the way 
in and I felt something hot coat my insides, several times 
over.  I felt him throbbing inside me as it happened and he 
made these noises like "umph" and said "fuck Bunny, holy 
fuck" then collapsed forward onto me.  He lay there for a 
few seconds, then started pulling himself out of me.  Each 
inch of his withdrawal both hurt and felt amazing, but it 
left me feeling empty.  I felt warm liquid dribble out of 
me and reached down to touch myself.  I looked at my 
fingers and found them coated in what looked like liquid 
pearl and some blood.  The blood scared me and I started to 
tremble.  I felt Tommy get up but I was just staring at my 
fingers, the blood and what he'd put inside me dripping 
from them onto my chest.  He came right back and I felt him 
wipe between my legs with something warm and damp.  Then he 
used it to clean off my fingers and chest.  He turned off 
all the lights then maneuvered the covers down and got into 
bed beside me, pulling them up over us.  He snuggled me 
into his warm body and kissed the top of my head.  I felt 
so loved in that moment.  He might have hurt me, but he 
also caught me, cared for me.  He always did.