KATHY.TXT
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This is a story about love and sex between an older
man and his quite young friend and how she becomes his lover.
It contains tenderness, love, commitment and care. If any of
this makes you uncomfortable, don't read any further. If
you prefer dirty talk, look somewhere else. BEAR has spent
too much time as a soldier to find strong language of any
kind arousing.
If you are underaged, you know it. Stop here.
Don't read this, don't get any ideas, and above all, don't
try this without training wheels. And a very good, very
trustworthy friend.
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*** KATHY ***
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Author's note: This story begins past the beginning and ends
before it is over. Just like real life, isn't it? Apologies.
ONE
As they walked through the woods alone, he gathered his
thoughts. Finally, he broke their comfortable silence.
"Dear, dear Kathy," He finally said, I want you to know
that I love you and care about you and that I always will."
"If you need someone to talk to, or ask hard questions
of, I will always be there, even if no one else is, just as I always
have been there."
"I promise I will never judge you, or lie to you. If
I know an answer, no matter how hard or even embarrassing it
might be, I'll give it. If I don't know, I will say so."
"I also promise you I'll do my best to never hurt you
or fail you, if you promise to remember that I am human and may
fail occasionally in these last two, and forgive the lapse."
"But you are growing up now, and when you sit on my
lap and snuggle, and I hold you close, and tell you I love
you, (It's still true, I remind you!) the other older kids
give you a bad time, and some of the adults think it's wrong
and looks bad.
"We have to stop this, is what I am trying to say."
She stopped abruptly and turned to face him. Her smile
was gone and her eyes were suddenly wide. She put her hands on
his arms and held tight.
"But I still need you," she said, a certain note of
beginning desperation in her voice.
"You don't understand." She shook his arms in emphasis.
"Of all the men I've ever known since I was little, you are the
only one who has never failed me."
"It's true, you haven't been around as much as I would
have liked, but when you have been there, you've always given
me what I need. Love. And affection. And caring. Even my
father has never done that as well as you. And above all, you
understand me, and never ever judge me. More important,
I know that you never will. You respect me, and I know that."
She looked around. No one was in sight. "Can you hold
me close now? No one is here to see?"
"Sure."
With that, she melted into his arms. Her just
beginning to mature body now molded softly into his. The
pleasure and love she always brought out of him came flooding
into his heart.
For long moments they just held each other, saying
nothing. Eventually, she pulled away a little and looked up
into his eyes.
"I hope this means that when we are alone, you'll
still treat me as you always have before?" she asked.
"Well, I suppose so. You and I both are very physical
people and express ourselves more physically that other people
are used to, both in giving and receiving affection. We just
have to avoid upsetting others. And I want you to know that
if I've given you anything at all, you've given me back
tenfold."
He held her tightly. Tears came into his eyes. His
heart swelled. "Kathy, if you were my own daughter, my own
blood, I couldn't love you any more than I already do."
Another hiker could be heard coming down the path.
They broke apart, turned and resumed their walking and their
companionable silence. Within a few minutes, one of her cousins
appeared, and their moment was over.
TWO
The fire was now buring low. The voices of the singers
sank lower and lower, working towards silence. The smoke and
embers lent their atmosphere to the group. The dimming light
of the flickering flames changed the aspect of the happly little
group with each flicker. As the coals sank inwards, so did the
thoughts of the campers.
He quietly and unobtrusively left the campfire and
company of those who felt like staying. He went to his tent,
picked up his shower gear and headed to the shower room to
clean up.
He found himself thinking about how Kathy had sat
nearby but not closely, and how a distance was suddenly there.
He knew he should be happy. This was what he had asked for
and the others had wanted, and would think proper. Why was
there an empty spot in his heart then?
He heard a quiet "Hsst" from behind and turned. A
slight figure dressed in a bathrobe hurried up. Of course
it was Kathy.
"Hi. Walk me to the showers?" She said. Then in a
lower voice, so low he could barely hear, she added, "Did I
do well tonight?"
"He gave a small laugh. Loudly he said "Sure". Then
privately added, "You did very well. I am a little relieved,
I must admit, that you were really acting."
"I hated it when those other girls took turns in my
spot." Her low voice had anger in it. "I understand it's
necessary, but I don't like it."
"Honey, it never bothered you before. I've always
held and hugged the other little girls."
"I know. But that was when I could have my turn on
your lap. Now I have to stay away from you. You're right
though, I guess."
"I don't like it either. You know that."
They continued on to the shower speaking normally
of public matters. He promised to wait for her and walk her
back.
After finishing their toilets, they met, and began
the walk back.
As they were walking by an empty campsite. She took
his elbow, and saying "Come here" took him into the deeper
darkness, behind a clump of trees.
"I want a good night hug. And a long, warm one too."
She declared.
"Okay, sure." He said.
They put their gear on the nearby picnic table. He
took her into his arms and held her close. Her body again
fit into his. Her natural perfume filled his nostrils. He
found himself becoming aware that all her clothing but her
bathrobe was in a bundle on the table. So was his.
After a long while she said, "I want to sit on your
lap and be cuddled." So he released her, sat and took her
onto his lap.
He grew very aware that she was no longer a lean
little girl. She had soft spots and bulges she'd never had
before. Or perhaps he was just now becoming aware of her
sudden maturity. He said nothing. He just hoped he wouldn't
become aroused.
She also was becoming aware that things were
different. She felt the same pleasure in the surety of
his love she always had, but there was something else there
now. A small warm spark deep inside slowly growing from
warmth to warmth, bringing with it an unfamiliar pleasure.
She knew what it might be, but though she had learned much
about the different aspects of sex, arousal, and so on,
this was her first hint of an experience in such things.
She was surprised, not by the spark's presence, but by the
pleasure. And by the promise of hidden, deeper pleasures
she somehow knew would come.
She said nothing. Secure in his arms, sure of his
love, and completely confident in her safety with him, she
just enjoyed the feeling.
They sat there for a long time, not talking at all,
just enjoying each others presence.
Eventually, they had to get up and continue back to
camp. She returned to her family, he went into his lonely
bachelor tent. He put away his bundle of soiled clothing
and toilet articles, removed his robe, lay down on his
sleeping bag and went to sleep thinking of her.
She - dressed in her new nightgown - said good night
to her family and snuggled into her own sleeping bag. She
lay there thinking of the wonderful feelings she had been
feeling with him, wondering at the mystery of it all. She
finally fell asleep, but found herself dreaming of him and
the same feelings. And more.
She awoke in the night and had to go to the bathroom.
On the way back, she followed an impulse, and let herself into
his tent. Quietly and carefully. The full moon gave plenty
of light to see by. The tent was dimly lit, but she could
see very clearly nonetheless.
She sat on the floor, and looked at his unclothed
figure for a while. He had a large, muscular form, just
slightly on the heavy side. His body was only slightly
hairy, just enough to be interesting. He had an erection,
which she took some time to study.
Finally she leaned over and gently placed a hand on
his cheek and whispered his name in his ear.
He awoke to find her so close by that he could once
again smell her sweet fragrance.
"I'm sorry to wake you, but I was feeling so lonely.
I just had to come in and see you." She grinned in the
canvas tinted moonlight. "I just hadn't expected to see so
much of you."
"Well, little girls who come into men's tents at night
should expect to be surprised." He made no move to cover up.
"I hope you aren't disappointed."
"No, not at all. In fact, I like it." Her wide smile
lit up her face. "In fact you look so comfortable, I think
I'll join you."
Before he had time to think, she had slipped her nighty
over her head, and sat before him clad only in panties.
"Kathy, what are you up to?" he said, as he turned
toward her on his left side.
"Oh nothing. Just getting things even." He quickly
grabbed her hands to prevent her from slipping off her one
remaining garment.
There was a short and quiet but sweet wrestling match
that wound up with her in his arms again, lying alongside,
naked young breasts pressed against him, nipples fiercely
erect. She was astounded at the intensity of the feelings
rising in her body.
Her arms were wrapped around him tightly, and she had
her legs wrapped around him, ankles locked. She was shaking
with suppressed laughter.
He waited for their breathing to return to some
semblance of normal. "Kathy, this will not do. Do you feel
what's pressed against you down below?"
"Oh yes. That was the idea."
"Dear heart, you have no idea how close you are now."
"Close to what."
"To a sudden initiation into womanhood."
"Ooh. Nice idea." She grabbed at his erection.
"Cut that out. That's mine. Hands off." He fended
her off.
"What if I want to lay claim?"
"No. One as sweet and beautiful as you is not meant
for such as me. You must find someone else much younger."
"But - ..."
"No way, he interrupted. "You came to this campout
a virgin, and I am going to see that you leave here - well
at least leave my tent - in the same condition. I love you,
remember. I'll not risk hurting you. Besides, if we were
found out, you'd be disgraced, and I'd be as well off dead!"
"Well, at least hold me close for a while longer."
She said, and relaxed against his chest.
"After a time he suddenly laughed "You little minx!
You planned this just to see how far I'd go, didn't you!".
"No. Well maybe a little. Mostly to see how far I'd
go. Maybe to test you a little." She smiled. "Mainly because
I wanted to. Really, I'm just feeling lonely, and cold inside,
and wanted some love."
"That, I'll give you." He held her close.
After a time, she rolled away a little and took his
hand to her left breast. He cupped it in his big hand, and
caressed it quietly for a bit. It was a small breast, but
round and firm. About one nice round cupful. The nipple was
- had become - large, erect, and prominent. He explored the
other breast for a while. He found himself kissing her lips.
The kiss was in danger of turning passionate. He stopped the
kiss.
"No." he said tenderly. "No more. We have to stop
this now, and you have to go back to your tent. If you stay
here any longer you'll fall asleep, and we'll be found like
this in the morning, and I'll never be able to see you again.
Go now. While I can still let you go."
Long pause. Finally she agreed, "Yes, you're right.
But I want more. Much more."
"And some day you'll get it, but not from me. From
someone who deserves you."
He released her, caressed her breasts, gave her
nipples one last tweak, pushed her away.
"Kathy, you'll never know how hard that was."
"You'll never know how hard it is for me to dress and
walk away." She smiled. "I can see it is hard for you,
though. I'd like to think it's hard for me." She wrapped her
fingers around his erection and gave it a squeeze.
He groaned. "It's hard because of you. But dear,
it's not for you. Now please put this on and go away." He
handed her nighty to her.
She put it on, wrapped her robe around herself and let
herself out of the tent, all the while softly humming "Go away
little girl.".
He smacked her bottom as she crawled out of the tent,
saying, "I'd never dare beg you to stay, I'm afraid of what
might happen.
She giggled and walked away happily, and returned to
her camper, and her bed.
Once there, she snuggled into her sleeping bag and
masturbated. This was not something to which she was
accustomed, but she was not accustomed to being fully aroused,
either.
He had to use the same release to get back to sleep.
He thought of entering her firm, young body while doing it.
Afterwards, he felt a little guilty but fell asleep right
away.
The next morning they were the first up, despite their
night visit. He made her breakfast, and they talked of what
had happened. And of what had not happened.
"I guess we are both very physical people. I don't
know of anyone else who I could do stuff like that with." she
said.
"Honey, I guarantee you, you try that with most men
and you'll get screwed real quick. I'm not sure how I managed
to control myself, 'cause I sure wanted to roll over on you
and have at it. He paused. After you left, I masturbated."
He said.
"That's okay. After I got back into my tent and was
sure no one was awake, I did too. I imagined it was you
touching me."
"How sweet." he said wryly.
She then wondered out loud why she could talk about
such things with him, when she would never dream of such
communication with her mom, or dad, or even her brothers
and sisters. "I've never even talked about sex much with
my friends. They know so little, it hardly seems
worth the effort."
"Sweetheart, that's the only advantage to age. You
begin to understand such things about the time you start to
loose interest."
"You were interested last night."
"Damn right I was. Any man would have to be dead to
not respond to you."
By this time others were moving about the camp, so
their talk had to be turned to more mundane things.
He didn't spend any time alone with her the rest of
the day. Someone else was always there. She managed to slip
in a few sly little double-entendre remarks that no one else
caught, but that was about it.
The following night she conducted another late night
visit. He let her pretty much repeat what they had done
before, because this was their last night in camp, and the
temptation would be removed.
She carried it on longer than before, though. She
managed to get him to masturbate her through her panties,
and this gave her a climax that left her with tears in her
eyes.
"Oh boy, was that good!" she said, as she relaxed
against his chest.
Then she took his erection in her small hands and
he allowed her to learn how to masturbate a man to a climax.
When he ejaculated into her hands, she was almost as excited
as when she had come earlier.
That night when she returned to her tent, she was
caught coming in. She told her grandma that she couldn't
sleep, so she took a walk around the camp grounds. This was
a weak story, but it got her off the hook, and she never told
him about it.
She didn't manage to get more than a few hugs and
caresses and one deep kiss from him the rest of the time
they were there at the campgrounds.
Once she got home, though, she began to call him
on the phone more and more often.
She had a confidant. One who even if older, still
understood her, and one whom she could discuss anything
with. And now she needed that.
Time passed. Their phone conversations became very
important to her. His promise to listen, and to love and to
never judge had become almost necessary to her existence.
When she told him of her new-found physical desires,
he merely asked her to try and describe what she felt like.
Then he tried to help her understand these feelings.
When she became involved with her first boy friend,
he listened calmly, and told her about some of his own
experiences.
She found herself telling him how the boy's hands
had felt exploring her body, and how the heat had raged
inside her.
He explained more about male and female physiology
and anatomy, and how these things worked in conjunction, but
he also tried to explain about how these things felt, and how
they affected your heart. And how your heart has a direct
and strong effect on those feelings.
She told how she thought about this boy day and night,
and how she lay in bed and touched herself, imagining it was
him.
She told him once, "Many times I've lain in bed
imagining it was you touching me. Sometimes while we've been
on the phone."
He took even that calmly.
He told her much on sexual things, and gave her advice
on how to masturbate better, never making her feel ashamed,
but making her feel like it was all natural.
She wondered to him why, when the boy wanted to do
more than touch and caress, she found herself backing off,
and even loosing interest.
He explained to her that there is an internal monitor
that tells when such things are right, and when they are wrong,
and how sometimes we don't particularly like the answers. He
also tried to explain about how physical desires can affect
judgment.
He told her he was proud of her, and of her restraint
and judgment.
Whenever she tried to talk to anyone else about such
things, no matter how lightly, she got preaching, suspicions, and
even anger. She found it much more comfortable to allow her Mom
and Dad to simply forget that she was growing up. It seemed that
they preferred it that way somehow. From him she got love,
understanding and really useful information.
Eventually she got him to meet her after school. "Just
in case", he played her father, and took her to a female
health care center where they told her all about the necessary
things, and set her up so that if she wanted to have sex, she
would be safe. When the doctor complimented her on her wise
and loving father she found herself feeling warm inside
again. She felt free, now, and spent time with lots of boys
and young men.
Eventually the inevitable happened. She got caught
with a boy.
As it happened, she was at the boy's house and they
thought they were home alone. The boy's mother walked in on
them and was convinced they had been having sex. Not so, but
what good to try and explain to a hysterical mother.
To her horror the lady then called her own mom and
told in great detail what they had been doing, adding a great
deal for effect. She had no choice but to wait for the long
ride home.
Things got found out. Inquiries were made. She was
discovered. Her mom and dad labeled her as a run around, and
said she was "boy crazy".
Suddenly life was hell. She decided to sneak out to
meet her new boy friend. Not for any big deal, but just to
talk. She called to set up a time and place, set up a dummy
in her bed, and went out the back window.
When she arrived at the place, the boy's little
brother appeared. The boy had sent him to warn her that their
mother had listened in on the phone and knew, and had called
her home. Her father was coming to get her. She fled.
A couple of panicky hours later she remembered the man
who treated her like a person and decided to ask him for a
place of refuge.
It was late Wednesday night when his phone rang. He
found Kathy on the other end when he picked it up.
"Oh, I really need to talk to you!" She was almost in
tears. "I've gotten myself in trouble, I guess, and I'm afraid to
go home. I'd stay with friends, but I'm sure my parents would
find me, and I don't want to - ah, can't - go home yet. I need
time. Can you come and get me, and can I stay with you?"
He came and got her and brought her to his home.
After her long explanation, he called her grandma to see if
anything was getting out on the general information circuit.
After talking a while, he knew she was right. She'd
have to go into hiding for a couple of days.
"How can I refuse you?" he shrugged.
"I knew I could count on you." she said, and hugged
him.
He found her a large tee shirt to use as pajamas, had
her shower and get ready for bed.
He put down his folding couch. As they were getting
ready for bed they talked.
She sat on his lap and curled up in his arms.
"Kathy, I've known you since you were eight years old,"
He said, "and you've never been less than beautiful."
"When you were eight, you were a lovely little girl.
You loved to sit on my lap and cuddle up close and tell me all
about everything."
"By the time you were twelve, you were starting to
show signs of what you might become as a woman. Still you
came to me for love, comfort and trust."
"Now, you are fourteen, and the beauty I see is
dangerous in it's intensity. Yet still you revel in the
comfort of my arms, holding your sweet young body next to
mine."
"I'm not sure if I'm trustworthy any more. You are
so desirable I wonder how long a mere man such as I can hold
you so close and still resist turning to intimate caresses
of more desire than love."
She looked into his eyes. "I've loved you since
you first held me, and actually talked to me as if I mattered,"
she said. "I still need you. Perhaps I need you more now,
than ever." She thought to herself how her love for him had
been swelling into new places.
"I've tried dating boys. I've even gone out with guys
a lot older than I am, even a college guy once. But I just
can't help it. There's times when I still need you to hold
me. And now more than ever."
She snuggled even closer, and buried her head in his
shoulder.
The fresh sweet smell of her hair filled his mind, and
his pulse again began to race.
He caressed her back with his wanting hands, holding
them in check.
"But Kathy, I'm too old for this."
"No, you're just what I need. I know that you love
me, and I know that you care. I have to have that right now."
"Well, okay. But can I love you tomorrow morning? I
have to get up for work."
They went to bed. Both of them lay thinking for a
long time before falling asleep. He wondered what in the
world he was doing letting such temptation almost literally
lie alongside him. She wondered why her feelings were growing
so strong that they were becoming almost overwhelming.
When they finally slept, they dreamed of each other.
The next morning, he arose, and began to get ready for
work. She got up a little later, after watching him for a
while. She shared breakfast with him.
"Is there anything I can do to amuse myself and maybe
be useful?" she asked?
"Well,..." He showed her several items - the TV, and
VCR, his computer, and so on. "And you might call your
grandma." he added.
"That afternoon when he got home, she met him with a
hug and a kiss. The apartment had been cleaned, she was
happy and smiling, and all seemed well. She had even
prepared dinner.
He found that she had checked in with her grandma,
and that she'd still be with him for a while, because her
parents were still so furious she didn't dare go home.
They spent a nice, quiet, almost domestic Thursday
afternoon. That night, when they got ready for bed, she came
to him, tenderly came into his arms, hugged him, and kissed
him good night.
"I know how hard it is for you to have me here." She
said. "I decided that it wouldn't be fair to do the sort of
things I was doing at the campout. I still would like to,
but I'm going to hold off."
She meant well.
Things were okay that night.
The day and night went well Friday. She was domestic,
sweet and loving as always, but did her best to stay away
from sex as a subject.
Saturday a.m. though things began to happen.
He woke up about one a.m. and heard noises. Without
thinking, he got up and went over to check on her. She wasn't
having a nightmare, though, she was masturbating.
He watched helplessly, tempted and felt his motives
twisting within himself for a while. His emotions got the
best of him, and he began to masturbate himself.
They watched each other. She was lying down, he was
standing up. As they moved together, their clothing began to
disappear. His shirt and hers, her panties, then his shorts,
all wound up on the floor.
They moved in time, and silently at first. The tempo
increased, and she began to make more tiny noises of pleasure.
Still faster they moved, and he began to make small noises.
Faster and faster they moved, with more and more concentration.
Finally, he growled "Now, darling, now!" and that
triggered her own response.
Together they came, and his ejaculate sprayed over
her body while she writhed in ecstasy. When they finished,
he had slipped down to his knees and fell forward in
exhaustion onto her.
They kissed and caressed and cooed at each other for
a long time. then he said quietly, "We'd better clean up."
They went to the shower and rinsed off the fluids of
love, washing each others bodies. They then took turns
drying.
When they returned to their beds, they said their
respective goodnights, not talking about what had just
happened.
After a half an hour, she spoke very quietly into
the night, "Are you awake?"
"Yes." He replied, just as quietly.
"I think we should talk about what we just did."
"I think you're right."
"Can I come over to your bed?"
"Sure. It should be safe enough now."
She came over and got in with him and cuddled her
still naked body up to his.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to get you involved.
He sighed, and said "I guess it was inevitable."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No. How could I be mad at you? You lovely, sweet,
incredibly beautiful and sexy little lady."
"She giggled and moved up to him and kissed him softly
on the lips."
"I'm not a lady. I'm still a little girl. I've been
honest with you. I've had a lot of fun but I'm still a
virgin."
"God, I don't know how."
They lay there a long time after that just making
soft, sweet sounds of love. She promised to not tempt him
any more. She meant it. He promised to help her if he
could. But they fell asleep in each others arms.
When they awoke Saturday morning, they found each
other still wrapped intimately. With no intent at all, one
good-morning kiss led into a longer and more intimate kiss,
which led to a passionate kiss.
By then they were caressing each other's bodies with
great enthusiasm. For the first time, he placed his hand on
her naked sex, and then slid a finger into her vagina. She
thrust against his hand and moaned about how good it felt.
She came almost immediately, enthusiastically and strongly,
her young muscles squeezing on his finger with great
strength.
She then kissed his face and body, and caressed him
and stroked him until he ejaculated into the waiting hands
of his young lover. She wiped her hands on a tissue and
they cuddled up together for a long while. Then she said
"I guess I did it again."
"No. We did it. The question is what will we do
next."
"Does it matter? I love you. I want you so much it
hurts." She said.
"Darling Kathy, for what it's worth, I want you too.
Probably more than I've ever wanted a woman before. I'm
certainly closer to you than anyone else I've ever known."
"I feel closer to you than anyone else in the world."
She said. "I guess we should be happy with what we've got,
and not worry so much."
So they lay in bed for a long time, just being
together. For the rest of the day they did not talk of sexual
matters, but shared their lives, talking and watching TV and
just plain ordinary 'living' together.
Finally, that night, she made a request. She came up
to him, put her arms around him, and said, "Dear, let's quit
playing games. I want you as badly as you want me. We love
each other. Lets just do it."
"But you're a virgin. Do I have the right?"
"Does anyone else? You've taught me to know that
what's right is not always obvious, that the best place to
look is in the heart. So tell me. What's your heart saying
about making love to me?"
He thought and looked into her eyes for a long, long
time. Then he said "My heart tells me that we'll have
problems getting together, and that no one else in the world
will understand, and that we'll have to hide our love for each
other until you're a lot older than you are now. Do you want
to live a hidden life for six years? That's almost half again
older than you are now."
She thought. "My heart still wants you." she finally
said. "And my body wants you. I want you to be everything
to me."
His resolve faded away as if it had never been.
She moved more deeply into his arms unbidden,
knowing from the look on his face what he had decided. For
the longest time ever they kissed and caressed. For the first
time, he kissed her truly as a lover, letting his tongue and
lips roam. He kissed not just her lips and face, but her
entire body.
She had never imagined the intensity of emotions that
his kissing her like that would bring fourth. When he went
between her legs and explored her most sensitive of areas
with his tongue and lips, she experienced even higher
feelings. He brought her to orgasm by kissing and licking
her clitoris and other parts, exploring her vagina.
When she finally came back to herself, she held him
close and said "I never imagined sex could be this good.
And I'm still a virgin for crying out loud. When are you
going to go inside me and finish this?"
"Honey, this is something that's never finished. We
just take a rest til the next time and try to make it better.
It may not be as good next time. We just keep loving each
other and trying."
She was moving her hand up and down his stiff organ.
"Good. I like to seek perfection. How about this?" She
bent down and kissed and licked him until his throbbing
erection began to cry out for use.
"Now." He said.
He moved her over on her back, placed her legs up and
spread her knees apart. Then he placed his erection at the
portals of her body and slid the head in until it met her
hymen.
"My god, you are reallly finally doing it!" she cried.
"Don't stop!"
"Honey, I've only just begun. I have to break through
your hymen before..."
"Just do it! I can't stand it! I've got to feel that
thing inside me. I don't care, just push!"
So he did. Slowly but firmly he applied pressure. He
expected more of a hassle, but there was just a silent little
internal 'pop' and suddenly he was smoothly but slowly sliding
deep inside her body.
She let out a sharp cry and stiffened a bit as the moment
of truth came and passed. But she was fully aroused, and wet
to her very depths, and even as he slowly slid his full length
inside her, she found it impossible to not relax. He held
still for a long moment. Then he began to slowly move in and
out, a tiny bit at a time.
"Aaah! Ooh! God that feels good!" She said.
He experimented with different rythmic patterns,
and with different combinations of strokes. She matched
his efforts, awkwardly at first, but with growing skill and
enthusiasm.
A few minutes later she said, "Why oh why didn't you
do this years ago. when I was twelve, or ten. or even eight!
I never imagined anything could feel this good!
He was surprised not only at her reaction but at his
own. His organ seemed to swell up even bigger inside her.
As he stroked in and out she moved with him with ever growing
skill until they were moving in perfect and practiced unison.
He rolled over to their sides to change positions.
They moved together even more rapidly. He watched his organ
sliding in and out of her young body with fascination.
He moved onto his back, and let her get on top. "Ride,
pony, ride!" He said, as he thrust up into her. Girl, I'll
remember this time always. Never before in my life have I
ever felt so aroused."
"We've got a lifetime. Don't be surprised at anything
we do. I have good feelings about you and I. I always have."
she said.
He sat up suddenly and pulled her to him. She found
herself in her favorite place, sitting on his lap. Her legs
wrapped around him, and she locked her ankles in the small of
his back. Their arms around each other, his erection deep
inside her, she had never felt more loved, more happy, more
secure, and more sure of the rightness of anything than she
was of what they were doing at that moment.
He found her lips and their tongues intertwined
again. It seemed to her they spent an eternity locked
together in this closest, most deep of embraces.
He began to talk to her, telling of his deepest most
hidden feelings. She responded with hers. Just as their
bodies were intertwined and shared, now their innermost souls
wrapped around each other.
When he came inside her for the first time, It was as
if the universe was being born again for both of them.
Their bodies spasmed together in dancer's unison for
what seemed forever, souls waltzing and spinning about in a
dizzying whirl of complete fulfillment.
When they finished, they were so exhausted, they
barely had strength enough to disentangle themselves and
turn out the lights before falling asleep.
They slept intertwined the rest on the night, in the
sleep of perfect relaxation and innocence.
The next morning they did it again, and it was even
better.
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Author's note: As mentioned, this is the end of an interlude.
To share more info than this of this particular relationship
is not to be. Sorry 'bout that, but the two lovers deserve
their privacy. Last BEAR heard, they were doing very well.
Still not found out, and still having incredible sex whenever
possible. Don't you hope - as BEAR does - that this pair finds
a way to live relatively happily ever after.
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