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 The Joys of Journaling Chapter Seven: Check and Mate

   "Some things can't be rushed".  I think I will instruct my children to
carve those words onto my tombstone.  Sure, I might have been able to rush
Amber along, but then she wouldn't have been under the delusion that what
happened was all her idea.  I've said before that "old age and treachery
beats youth and skill every time".  While that is true, perhaps the better
quote is from Spaceballs, "Evil will always triumph, because good is dumb".

   Amber, for her part, was oblivious that together we had reached the
end-game.  I, on the other hand, was fully aware that all that she would
require would be a nudge in the right direction.  She hadn't ducked away
from a single challenge I placed before her, and I wasn't thinking she
would grow shy now.

   So I kept making BS entries, not really talking about much, occasionally
throwing Amber's name into the mix, but really just placing myself into a
holding pattern while I "kept my ear to the ground" for when my little
nymph would be spending the night again.

   The days seemed to drag on.  I was so close, yet so far.  Four agonizing
days passed until I heard word, Amber's parents were going out of town for
a weekend, and had asked my parents if they would mind looking after her. I
rolled my eyes for show in front of Julia and my family, while inwardly
making plans.

   First and foremost, the entry I had been rehearsing and perfecting in my
brain since the morning after Amber sampled my boys.

   A thought has occurred to me, and I can't shake it.  Actually,

   it's bothering me quiet a bit, and depressing me almost

   beyond my ability to put into words.  I'm thinking of what the

   future holds for Amber.

   She's an amazingly beautiful girl.  There's no denying it.  The

   problem is that the boys her age will notice her soon, if

   they haven't already.  I remember boys that age.  I was a boy

   that age.  I know what they are interested in, and I know what

   their abilities are.

   I can't help imagining her fending off the boys.  That

   depresses me for that reason.  I know she's not mine, but I

   admit I do feel jealous of those future boyfriends.  They will

   get to kiss her and hold her hand.  They can stare into her

   eyes without being called weird.

   But, that's not the main reason I'm depressed.  I'm imagining

   those sticky and quick fumbles.  They trying to score on her,

   while she tries to defend her goal.  She deserves better.

   Eventually there will be one who will wear her down and she

   will give in, maybe just to shut him up.  Maybe he'll even

   profess he loves her, but it will only be to get into her

   panties.

   It will be quick, practically over before she knows it's

   begun.  All he will care about is sticking his dick in her.  He

   won't care about making her feel special.  Ironically, he will

   think he's such a stud, and she'll cry in her bed later,

   asking herself "why did I let him do that?".  He'll brag in

   the locker room about how he got her to "put out" and how she

   loved it.  All the other boys will start to look at her in the

   halls and wonder if they might be able to have sex with her

   too.

   Her girlfriends will say she's become a slut.  Sure, they

   won't say it to her face, but they will say it behind her

   back.  It's how school is.

   Amber deserves better.  She deserves to be pampered, worshiped

   from her head to her toes.  She deserves a guy who's

   interested in her whole, not just her hole.  Someone who can

   help her understand the wonder that is her body.

   But a guy like that?  He's not to be found at her age.  I often

   wish I were younger, even three or four years would be fine.

   I'd date her in a heartbeat.  I'd treat her well.  And, if she

   honored me that way, I'd make love to her.  Not have sex with

   her, not fuck her, make love to her.  No, better yet, I'd make

   love WITH her.

   Ever since the panties incident, I've become obsessed with

   wondering how she tastes down there.  I've often fantasized

   about her waking me up in the middle of the night and just

   ordering me to eat her pussy.  The first time a girl is with a

   boy, he should really do that for her.  But it never happens,

   which I can't understand.  It's all "wham-bam, thank you

   ma'am".  He's completely missing one of the best parts for

   her.

   But, yeah..  she'd wake me up and have me...  well, I said it

   up there.  I'm not the sex-obsessed young teen like she is

   probably destined for.  I hope he knows how lucky he is.  She's

   amazing.  I know I could make her happy.  I just wish, oh how I

   wish, that I could switch places with her future boyfriend..

   -D

   Did I mention I had been writing it in my head for a while?  It was
utter genius, at least in my opinion.  Flatter her to grab her attention,
paint a scene where she could practically feel the agony of a terrible
first time and it's aftermath, then present myself as a knight in shining
armor, altruistically wanting to take her under my wing and guide her into
becoming a woman.  Finally, I had given her the key with which to make it
all happen.

   I needed to make her think I had tried to hide the journal really well,
and that she had outsmarted me.  If it came too easy, the bait would lose
value.  If she felt she had to work for it, the feeling of "I worked really
hard for this, it's important, so I have to do it" would come into play.

   So I placed the journal in my bedside table and put some other books on
top of it.  I left the drawer slightly open to give her a clue, but nothing
else.  I knew she would hunt for it that Friday night.  She would have
plenty of time to do so while I was at work.

   So I showered and got into my uniform, then drove to work.  I would have
said a quick prayer for success, but I didn't think this was the kind of
thing a higher power would look favorably upon.  Oh well, I had been making
my own luck this entire time.  Why should now be any different?

   The night dragged on and on.  Perhaps it would have gone faster if
wasn't wondering if Amber had read the journal yet.  What about now?  Now?

   Since I was working in the box office, my first instinct was to bolt
home as soon as I had recorded the ticket sales for the last of the movies.
But I had to resist that.  I had to make it look like the journal was just
my idle musings and I wasn't expecting anything exciting that night.

   So I helped the concession stand close up and clean.  They loved it, as
they were able to get out that much sooner.  You know what they say about
many hands....

   To keep up the pretense, I engaged in my normal post-shift shower.  In
all honesty, it actually was less pretense and more need.  After spending
almost 8 hours at The Barn, I needed to wash the stench of theater popcorn
out of my pores.

   So, after the shower, I just kind of bummed around and played a computer
game while the girls watched TV.  It was hard, knowing the object of my
desire was just in the other room, but I held it together.  I had worked
too hard to reach this point to stumble this close to the finish.

   After about ninety minutes I went in and announced I was headed to bed,
and to remind Julia to arm the security system before she and Amber went to
bed.  I barely even got a grunt out of Julia to acknowledge the request.

   Actually, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind, and I wanted to
ensure it didn't happen.  So I popped a couple No-Doz and washed them down
with a bottle of Jolt (remember that stuff?).  I figured the combination
would keep me from sleeping for at least half the night.

   To pass the time, I quietly read in bed, all the while keeping an ear
out for the sound of the TV turning off.  I was so horny, and really
considered jerking off, but I figured that would be counter-productive.  So
I kept my nose firmly planted in the pages and was soon enjoying the
exploits of Arther Dent and Ford Prefect.

   A little after one in the morning I heard the chatter from the living
room TV cease, and had to quickly scramble to turn off my bedside light.  I
was supposed to be already asleep, remember?  The bathroom toilet flushed a
few minutes later, and then all was quiet in the house.

   "Now it's just a waiting game", I thought.  Then I realized that "it"
had been a game for a long time already.  I almost laughed at that, but
maintained my facade of a sleeping older teen.

   It must have been about 40 minutes later that I heard my doorknob rattle
and turn.  Feigning sleep once more, I watched a widening wedge of pale
light spread across my carpet, pause, then wane again as the door was shut
once more.

   "Welcome back, Amber.", I thought, as she softly padded to my bedside.

   She paused beside the bed, watching and listening to me "sleep".

   This was it, we had returned to how it all began.  How fitting.

   Practice had seemed to make Amber more comfortable.  She had gotten away
with it before, why should now be any different?  I imagine those thoughts
might have been going through her head as she looked down at my "sleeping"
face.

   Then, like a whisper, I heard the soft swish of cotton being dragged
over skin.  I chanced a moment to crack open one eye, and almost gasped. 
All my wishes had just come true, as I was greeted by the sight of Amber,
completely naked from the waist down.

   Biting her bottom lip, Amber softly laid a hand on my shoulder and
gently shook it.  "David?  David?", she softly said.  I groaned sleepily.

   "David?", she once again intoned, shaking me a bit harder.  "Dave?"

   "Waaaaa..  mmmprh....  whaaaaaat?" I replied, with exaggerated
sleepiness.

   "David...David....  eat my pussy.  Do you hear me, Dave?  I want you to
eat my pussy....  now?" she responded, tacking on that last part.

   Damn, were those words music to my ears!  I wanted to grab her and pin
her to my bed, but I couldn't do that...  quite yet.

   Rubbing "sleep" from my eyes, I looked up at her, feigning surprise. 
"You...  want me to...  eat your pussy?"

   My sweet Amber just bit her bottom lip and nodded, thrusting her hips
toward me.

   I hesitated, acting like I was debating it in my head.  "Uhhhh..  ok, I
guess.  Yeah, sure..  why not?" I replied, gently reaching over and resting
a hand on the creamy skin of her hip.  It was like an electric current went
through me at that moment.  At long last she was letting me touch her.

   "Here, it's not done that way, come here." I said, making room for her
and pulling her onto my bed.  Laying her down, I shimmied down to the
bottom of the mattress.  Gently grasping her knees and spreading her legs
apart, I looked up at her with a grin, "Just relax, I won't bite".

   After seeing her nod nervously down at me, I placed a soft kiss on her
ankle.  She almost jumped out of her skin at my touch.  Oh, Amber, you
haven't seen anything yet!

   Slowly and tenderly I kissed up her calf to her knee, then softly hummed
and kissed against the back of her knee.  I heard Amber's breath hitch up a
mark and a soft mummer escape her lips as I moved to her lower thigh, then
the exquisite softness of her inner thigh.  By this time I could smell the
sweet musk of her excited sex.

   Now, if I were a nice man, I would have given her relief at this moment.
But, as has been established, I'm not a nice man.  So I jumped the gap to
Amber's other thigh, and slowly started to work my way back down again.

   Yes, I'm a tease, sue me.

   Slowly I kissed down Amber's leg, all the way to the sole of her foot.
After kissing each toe, I began my accent once more, gradually working my
way back up toward the prize.

   By now the entire room had filled with the heady aroma of teen pussy. 
Kissing up her inner thigh, I reached the source of the scent that was
driving me wild.  Smiling, I blew a cool breeze over her wet slit.  Amber's
hips jumped off my bed.

   Like the flutter of a butterfly, I flicked my tongue across Amber's
exposed clitoris, causing her to emit a deep and guttural moan.  Were it
within her power, I believe she would have launched me to the ceiling.  As
it was, I firmly held her hips to the bed as I began to run my tongue up
and down her slippery slit over and over, remembering to run it around her
clit on every "up-lick".

   I debated teasing her further, denying her release.  But, in the end, I
realized I actually wanted to get her off.  Besides, something told me I
wouldn't be sorry.

   So she was soon gripping the bed sheets and biting her lip to prevent
the scream which would awaken Julia across the hall.  Suddenly Amber's hips
pumped rhythmically and my mouth was bathed with her juices as she reached
the first orgasm of her young life that she wasn't responsible for.  I
continued lapping at her sweep slit until she went limp.

   As she gasped in post-orgasmic bliss, I saw my opportunity.  I shucked
my boxers quickly and kissed up her body until I was face to face with her.
I kissed her softly, then kept moving up until I was able to settle between
her soft and creamy thighs.

   "Oh my God, this is it!" I thought as I took my super-hard cock into my
hand and guided to to her steaming slot.  We both gasped when the head
touched her nether lips.

   I wanted to prolong the moment, savor the seconds before this final
conquest.  But I was worried that she might stop me if she emerged from her
orgasmic fog.  So I slowly pressed my nineteen year old cock against her
ultra-tight virginal twelve year old pussy.

   Agonizing moments passed, until reluctantly her sex surrendered against
the advance and my purple head slipped between her lips.  I gasped in
amazement and pleasure.  At that moment all my efforts were coming to
fruition.  At long last, I was inside Amber.

   Not wanting to pause for a second, I began to slowly work myself deeper
into her feminine core.  I would retreat for a moment, then advance further
and further with each stroke.

   I must have taken about five minutes, but eventually I had worked my
length up within Amber's pussy.  Savoring the moment and committing each
second to memory, I began to thrust gently, amazed at how tightly I was
being held by her.

   I would love to say I rocked Amber's world at that moment, but it would
be a lie.  The tight grip she had on my cock, combined with the illicit
nature of my act, quickly pushed me over the edge.  After only a half dozen
strokes I strangled a cry, quickly planted myself fully inside her, and
throbbed my release deep within her pussy.

   Over and over I spurted my sperm deep within her freshly christened
reproductive system.  It was a glorious moment, my sperm invading her like
a conquering army.  Again and again I claimed her.  Finally my cock was
still.  Slipping my shrinking dick from her depths, I kissed the top of her
head and collapsed next to her, quickly enfolding her in my arms.

   Now, what does one say after that?  I was at a loss.  I had spent so
much time working on how to get into Amber's panties, I had never planned
on what to say or do after the deed was done.  I still kick myself to this
day about this horrible lack of forethought.

   Thankfully, fate intervened, and Amber broke the silence.

   "Dave?", she asked, lightly playing with my chest hair, "Did you just..
ummmm...  put your stuff in me...  down there?"

   "Oh God, she's about to freak out", I thought.

   "Uhhh..  yeah.  It just felt too good to stop.  Sorry." I figured I
couldn't really deny it, not only had she felt it, but I was sure the
evidence would be leaking out of her at any moment.

   She stayed silent.  Uh-oh.

   "Is is a problem?" Please, please, please, tell me it's not.

   "No, not really....  It felt kinda good", she told my chest.

   Oh, thank God!  "I'm glad.", I said, kissing the crown of her head
again.

   "Do you think..  we could..  you know...  do it again?" Amber asked
shyly.

   "Damn!" I thought, "she's ready to go again already?"

   "Uh..  sure." I said, instantly hard again.

   Kissing her sweet lips, I rolled again on top of Amber, guiding my cock
to her entrance.  With a smooth push, I slipped it back up inside it's new
best friend.  Beneath me, Amber gasped as she was penetrated for only the
second time in her life.

   Slowly I started to thrust, taking the time now that I couldn't afford
the first time we merged.  Over and over I teased her depths, letting her
feel every bump and ridge of my dick.

   Leaning down, I flipped up her pajama top and nuzzled her budding
breasts, suckling first on one, then the other.

   Amber was a fast learner, quickly figuring out when to move her hips to
give us both pleasure.  Soon she was throwing her hips at me like she had
been born fucking.

   I was bound and determined to last longer this time.  I needed Amber to
orgasm first.  That was all there was to it.  I did mental exercises to
pull back from my trigger-point and varied my thrusting speed to make
myself last longer.

   As it was, I barely made it.  As the surge threatened to break loose, I
suddenly felt the pussy in which my cock was encased suddenly start to grip
and release me, then Amber was moaning.  It proved to be too much, and I
proceeded to unload my thick cum into her spasming twat.

   I stayed inside Amber as long as I could.  Eventually slipping out, my
cock lay happy and sated against her thigh.

   Amber and I cuddled until it started to grow light outside.  Knowing
Julia could wake soon, she slipped out of my bed and I watched her
reluctantly get dressed again.  As she pulled up her panties, I couldn't
help but stare at that spot between her legs, knowing that I had not only
violated it, but injected it full of my swimmers.  I prayed that this
wouldn't be a one-time occurrence.

   With a contented smile, and my kiss on her lips, Amber slipped out of my
room, closing the door softly behind her.

   ~~~~~~ Epilogue

   After that, Amber and I made a habit of sneaking off to be with one
another.  Julia remained clueless, thankfully.  Also thankfully, aside from
being late a couple times, Amber never got pregnant from me.  We dated
secretly until she turned seventeen.  Eventually she decided she wanted to
date boys her own age.  I don't blame her.  I frequently think about our
time together and reflect on how many things had to go right for her to be
in my bed that night.  It is, and always will be, a highlight of my life.
~~~~~

   Once again, I'm required to tell you that everything you read is a work
of fiction.  But I also remind you that Julia and Amber are real. 
Doylestown, Pennsylvania is also real (look it up!).  So, did this really
happen?  I think you know the answer to that.  ~TWR
   ~~FINI~~