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Jack Valentine Adventures!

Jamie's Worth
by Rachael Ross


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of children. www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
This story was manufactured using The Police: Invisible Sun, Shadows
in the Rain, and The Bed's Too Big Without You
Story Codes: M/F, M/f, M/m, pedo, romance, oral, anal, cheat, cd
Synopsis: Another Jack Valentine Romance in which Jack is confronted
by a 13 year old boy named Jamie, who claims he has photographs of
Jack with one of his students that could ruin the teacher's life! But
what does the boy want in return for the pictures? Jack has to figure
it out and quickly!

Copyright 2008-2009 Rachael Ross - Note: This is a multi-part post of
a revised story to ASSM This is part 01 of 02

"When the gods wish to punish us,
they answer our prayers." - Oscar Wilde


 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Prologue




The waiting was the hard part, but I was used to it and Lonnie was a
good girl. Smart and pretty, small all over just the way I like it and
best of all, right on time. Just like me, Lonnie always kept her
promises.

"Hi!" she slipped into the backseat of my Volvo without warning,
wanting to surprise me.

"Oh! Hey!" I gave her a theatrical look that made her laugh happily
and my cock was already growing stiff with anticipation.

"I have to hurry," Lonnie said. "Keri and Denise think I went to the
bathroom."

"They do, huh?" I was smiling at her. "Come here then. Jesus, you're
so beautiful today."

"Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip
playfully. "Do you still love me?"

"Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the small girl climb onto my lap.
This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill
today?"

"Uh-Huh," she smiled, showing off her braces and the dimples in her
cheeks. "I take one everyday, just like you said."

"Good girl," I held the fourteen year old in my arms and she was only
barely that; Lonnie's birthday had been just a few weeks before.

"We're gonna have a baby someday, right?" Lonnie had her thin arms
around my neck, pulling herself close enough that her flat chest
rubbed against mine.

"Yeah, Lonnie," I let my hands slide down her back, across the cotton
blouse she wore to find her skirt, loose and spread over our knees. "I
love you so much; we'll have a lot of babies someday."

"I love you too," she sighed and brought her mouth to mine.

Lonnie was quickly pushing her small pink tongue into my mouth. I'd
seduced her almost a year ago, or perhaps she'd seduced me. It was
hard to tell sometimes because all I'd really done was give her the
opportunity to love me. The interest had already been there, growing
inside her as the child struggled to find the woman she'd someday
become. A first crush on her favorite teacher, a man just a few years
younger than her own father. Lonnie had been so obvious and so easy,
and once the girl had figured out that touching and kissing and
fucking was fun, it was all she wanted to do. Especially the fucking.

"Where's your panties?" I grinned at her a moment later, breaking our
long kiss and Lonnie giggled with mischief.

"In my purse. I took them off for you," she told me and I'd already
figured that out. My hands were under her dress, playing with her bare
ass. Lonnie was so small and her round cheeks filled my hands
perfectly.

"Bad girl!" I kissed her quickly on the lips and my cock ached
painfully to be inside her.

"Bad boy!" Lonnie countered and she was pushing herself down, finding
the bulge in my trousers with her bare sex and getting me a little wet
as well. Lonnie always got juicy when we made out.

A seventh grade nymph and her math teacher, weren't we a pair.

It took a minute of fumbling while we kissed and smiled into each
others' eyes, but soon enough Lonnie had my erection free. My cock
isn't overly large, but it's the perfect size for fucking horny little
girls like Lonnie, believe me. Taking her virginity had hurt the girl
at first, but not too much and I'd been so careful, so loving with
her. It was the reason she always came back for more. Little Lonnie
really loved to ride my cock and the hard part was not giving in to
her frequent flirtations at school. She could keep our secret, I had
little doubt of that, but I'd have to talk to her again about behaving
herself in the classroom.

"Take it slow, Lonnie," I whispered, holding the girl lightly by the
hips and just admiring the way she was determined to make love to me.

"Yeah," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly as the head of my cock
found her sweet little sex, plump and pretty without a hair on it yet.

Lonnie was tight too, wonderfully small inside and not very deep at
all. Little girls stretch though and tight little pussies like hers
were made for hard cocks like mine. I wanted to grab her tightly and
pull the little girl down hard, give her a good quick thrust and drive
myself inside her fiery sex all at once. Lonnie was hot inside and
wet; her juices were running down the shaft of my prick as I entered
her slowly, the girl sliding down my prick inch by inch, letting her
pussy get used to me all over again. I was stretching her, the muscles
in her cunt giving way slowly, gripping my cock with small spasms that
made Lonnie's whole body shiver.

Jesus, that girl was sexy and such a great fuck! She was the one doing
the work, working herself up and down, taking a little more of me
every time until I couldn't help myself. I brought my left hand to her
head, digging my fingers in her curly brown hair and kissing her
deeply. I pushed my tongue into her tiny mouth, making Lonnie moan and
wriggle her tongue against mine. My other arm went around her thin
waist, holding the girl tight and pulling her down as my ass came off
the seat.

Lonnie gave a muffled gasp and stiffened as the head of my cock drove
the last few inches all at once, finding the very bottom of her sex
with a jolt that we both felt distinctly. Lonnie shuddered then,
quivering in my arms and I felt the wetness of her tears on my cheeks
as we kissed. She wasn't crying because I'd hurt her though, I hadn't...
Lonnie was just cumming.

We fucked quickly after that, kissing and whispering breathless words
of love while she wiggled her ass and rolled her narrow hips. I held
her all the while, keeping the little girl tight against me, impaled
on my cock as it moved just a few inches in and out of her. Short,
quick strokes and that was all we needed. Lonnie came again, just at
the end, and feeling her pussy spasm brought the semen shooting out of
my cock. I flooded my fourteen year old lover with my cum, spraying it
right up against her barely mature cervix. It was a good fuck, even if
it had lasted only five minutes probably. Maybe seven, but making love
to girls like Lonnie was like that. It was always over much too
quickly.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," Lonnie sighed, content to rest her cheek
against my chest while my cock remained stiff and swollen inside her.
She was breathing hard and her face  was wet with tears of joy; I
thought she was the most beautiful little girl in the world just then.

"I love you too, Lonnie," I told her and that wasn't a lie. I just
wished she didn't have to grow up.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter One


"I saw what you were doing," Jamie told me, just standing there like
he was asking a question about his algebra homework. School was
finished for the morning and he should have been on his way to the
cafeteria for lunch.

"What?" I smiled at the boy uncertainly, but I had a knot in my
stomach and my heart skipped a beat, several of them.

"You and Lonnie," he said softly and we were alone now, the other
seventh graders gone to lunch. "I saw you."

"Saw what, Jamie?" I asked, trying to smile innocently, but I knew
what he was going to say.

"You were kissing her," the thirteen year old said and he looked as
frightened as I was, to tell the truth. His blue eyes were avoiding
mine and he clutched his books to his chest protectively, shifting
from one leg to the other.

"I see," I said with a little frown. "Well, I don't know what you
think you saw, Jamie," I shrugged, "but you didn't see that, okay?"

"Yeah, I did," he replied, looking up suddenly. His eyes found mine
and I forced myself to stare back at him. "In your car, last Saturday.
You guys were at the mall."

"That wasn't me," I told him. "And if you tell anyone lies like that,
you'll be in a lot of trouble and..."

"I took some pictures," he said. "With my mom's phone. It's got a
camera."

"What?" I blinked and my heart did stop as I assumed the worst. "Your
mom saw..."

"No," Jamie shook his blonde head. "She wasn't there, just me. I got
the pictures though."

"Okay," I licked my lips and I could hardly breathe. "What do you
want?"

"I want you to like me too," Jamie said softly looking down again.

"I do like you, Jamie," I told him and it wasn't a lie. The boy was
quiet, but friendly enough. He did his homework and got along with the
other kids. So far as students went, I liked him just fine.

"I mean..." He swallowed hard, giving me those eyes again, wide and
frightened.

"What?" I asked him. "You don't need help with your grades, you're
doing just fine. Do you need a little extra pocket money?"

Jamie was blackmailing me, obviously, but I couldn't figure out what
he wanted. He was already getting an A in my class, probably in all of
his other ones too. If he wanted a new bike, I could do that. If he
wanted some money, fine. How much could a thirteen year old boy need?
I'd give Jamie just about whatever he wanted if it meant I got to keep
my job, my marriage, and my freedom. I really didn't want to go to
prison for the statutory rape of a seventh grader named Lonnie
Simpson.

"No," the boy shook his head, "I just want you to like me the way, um,
the way you like her."

"What do you mean?" I asked him, finding no sense in that.

"I want you to...Kiss me and stuff," Jamie bit his bottom lip.

"Oh." I blinked at that and leaned back in my chair.

"I love you, Mr. Valentine," he told me and I thought he was almost
ready to run away after confessing that. "I want you to love me too.
That's all."

"I see," I nodded slowly. "We're boys though, Jamie, and..."

"I know," he said quickly. "That's why, uh, I got pictures."

"Right," I agreed. "The pictures. Okay, well..."

"They're on my computer now," Jamie told me. "Not on the phone
anymore."

"Okay, well..." I was trying to think. "...Are your parents home? Is
anyone at your house right now?"

"No," Jamie shook his head. "Mom's working. My sister's at her
boyfriend's house."

"Good, good," I smiled at him, trying to look sincere. "Let's go to
your house, okay? We can delete the pictures and then, uh, and then
we'll talk about this some more, alright?"

"Do you love me?" Jamie asked.

"Well, I don't know, Jamie," I kept smiling but my brain was still
trying to catch up. "I like you a lot, you know that. I think we
should just spend a little time together first. Talking and getting to
know each other..."

"Okay," he nodded.

"...We need to be able to trust each other, Jamie. See? And I have to
trust you before I can, um, love you. Right?"

"Yeah," he agreed and the boy was shaking, he was so frightened. We
both were, but for very different reasons.

"So let's go to your house and..."

"Won't we get in trouble?" Jamie asked me. "If we leave the school?"

"No, we'll be back before lunch is over," I reassured him and I very
much hoped that was true, but even if it wasn't, I had to get rid of
those pictures.

I gave the boy a cardboard box. It was largely empty, but nobody would
know that. He was just helping me carry some old books to my car, some
old text books I was donating to the Salvation Army thrift store, if
anyone should see us and wonder. Nobody did.

"Okay, you have to give me directions, Jamie," I said and I wasn't
very relaxed. Taking a thirteen year old out of school, to his empty
house, in my own car? That was like begging for questions that I
wouldn't be able to answer and I was obviously desperate.

"That way," he pointed.

"Alright, let's go," I breathed.

"I always liked you a lot," Jamie told me after a few minutes. "I just
didn't know how to tell you before."

"Well, Jamie. See, you're growing up and that can be a tough thing to
do." I really wanted to talk the boy out of his confused feelings; it
would make everything a lot easier.

"Yeah," he nodded, smiling shyly as he sat in the passenger seat of my
Volvo.

"When a boy is your age and his body starts changing, your emotions
change too," I said gently. "You get feelings that you don't
understand right away and sometimes, well, those feelings can even be
wrong."

"Wrong?" he frowned at me.

"Yeah, I mean a good looking boy like you should like girls, don't you
think?" I smiled at him. "I'm sure some of the girls in your class
like you."

"Maybe," Jamie shrugged. "But I don't like girls, just you mostly."

"Uh, okay," I cleared my throat. "Has your mom or dad ever talked to
you about this stuff?"

"I don't have a dad," Jamie told me. "My mom doesn't talk to me about
anything."

"Oh," I nodded. "Maybe you really want a dad then. Like part of you
inside wants a father and that's why you like me so much. It isn't
really love, it's something else, and..."

"No, Mr. Valentine," Jamie smiled at me. "I really love you. I thought
about it a lot already."

"I'm sure, yeah," I agreed reluctantly. "You're a smart boy, Jamie,
one of the smartest boys in the whole school, but do you know I'm
married?"

"Yeah," he frowned at that.

"I have a wife and I love her, see?" I hoped I could disappoint him
gently, let Jamie down nice and soft.

"So..." he looked at me, "...Why were you kissing Lonnie? You love her
too, right?"

"No, I don't love Lonnie," I shook my head. "She was sad, that's all.
She was crying and I just wanted to make her feel better. Doesn't your
mom kiss you if you cry sometimes?"

"Sometimes. She used to when I was little," Jamie shrugged. "But not
like that and you're not her dad."

"I know, but I'm her teacher and that's kind of like being a dad," I
said. "I could be your dad sometimes too, you know, like if you want
to play basketball sometimes, or need help with something. I can talk
to your mom and..."

"I don't want you to be like my dad," Jamie shook his head and then
pointed. "You gotta turn here, I live that way."

"You don't?" I asked, taking the turn and thinking I'd almost been
making some progress with the boy.

"Uh-uh," he told me. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

"Ah," I licked my lips. "Well, Jamie, I'm a man. I like girls, you
know?"

"I know," he said. "I thought about that a lot too."

"You did?" I glanced at him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I'll show you when we get to my house, okay?"

"Uh, okay," I sighed softly, not knowing what else I was supposed to
say. I was praying, really, making deals with God to get me out of
this.

Lonnie had been easy and not the first, I confess. I've always liked
girls that age. Thirteen and fourteen year olds especially, twelve
year olds too. They're perfect somehow just as they enter puberty. I
don't know why. I was never abused or neglected; it's just how it is.
I'm a good looking man too, not like an actor or anything, but tall
with thick black hair and a handsome, chiseled sort of face. Deep blue
eyes and a trim, athletic body. I've always had good luck with girls,
especially the younger ones. I've always had my way with them and
Lonnie, she was beautiful and curious; it hadn't been hard at all
having my way with her.

I was cursing myself for my weakness right then, believe me. My
carelessness more than that, because in point of fact, I didn't feel
terrible about seducing a thirteen year old girl. I'd rather enjoyed
that and after Lonnie, I knew I'd want another one. They're addictive
that way and so I was angry I'd gotten caught, that's all. So please,
God, let me off the hook, just this once and I'll be so careful next
time...

I doubt God was impressed.

"That's my house," Jamie was pointing at a small trailer, not kept up
very well and not in the best neighborhood either.

Trailer parks never are. The trailer next door had three guys sitting
around a fourth who was working on a big Harley. They were bikers, all
large and leather, tattooed and drinking beer. On the other side, a
rusted trailer looked burned out, like someone had taken a
flamethrower to it. There was graffiti painted on the blackened sides.
Across the street an old swing set lay on its side, rusted bikes and
dismantled appliances scattered about. An old Ford Maverick sat in the
driveway, eaten away and painted primer red with no tires and no hood.

"You live here?" I looked at the boy and he shrugged.

I was extremely nervous as I parked in front of his home and got out,
knowing the little motorcycle gang was watching me. A thirty year old
man, clean cut and wearing a two piece suit and tie, following a
thirteen year old boy into his trailer? I tried not to imagine what
they might be thinking, but that was just guilt or bad nerves. They
probably thought I was from social services and I tried to play that
role, looking around with disdain, nodding like I was taking mental
notes. Whether it worked for them or not, I have no idea, but it made
me feel better anyway.

Once inside I was feeling sorry for little Jamie. His mother wasn't
much for cleaning, I guessed. There were full ashtrays and empty beer
bottles everywhere. Half-eaten plates of spaghetti on the table, an
open loaf of bread attracting cockroaches. The place was a dump and
not fit for a thirteen year old boy. If I hadn't been so worried about
having to explain the circumstances of my visit, I might have called
social services myself and I was turning that over in my mind as we
walked towards the back of the trailer. All I needed was a reasonable
excuse to come back here, because despite my affection for young
girls, I wouldn't consider myself a monster in any way. I felt great
sympathy for Jamie at that moment and real concern for him.

"How old is your sister?" I wondered, as I didn't know her at all.

"Almost seventeen." Jamie said. "Alice lives with her boyfriend
mostly, until they get in a fight."

"Okay," I nodded.

"She's gonna have a baby pretty soon though, so Buddy doesn't hit her
too much anymore," Jamie said, like it was perfectly normal for a man
to beat up his girlfriend.

"How old is her boyfriend?" I asked, looking at Jamie's bedroom and it
wasn't much.

A mattress on a box spring, just sitting on the stained floor. Some
clothes stuffed into a half dozen plastic milk crates, stacked up and
side by side. A scratched and badly stained table, like a coffee
table, that he was using for a desk. It had a little lamp on it and a
computer, an old Compaq with a small monitor that looked like it had
seen much better days. There were books scattered around, a lot of
them; no toys though. No pictures or posters on the walls, or stuffed
animals, or anything like you might expect to find in a thirteen year
old boy's bedroom.

"He's old like you," Jamie smiled at me. "Except he's got a motorcycle
and a beard and stuff."

"Sure," I frowned. "The pictures are on your computer?"

"Yeah," Jamie nodded. "You can turn it on, but you gotta hit the TV
sorta cause it just makes a line sometimes."

"Okay," I was going to format the boy's hard drive, taking no chances
at all.

I'd buy him a new computer. Shoot, I wanted to buy him a new life and
it was hard not to be mad. Like punch the wall mad, you know? This
wasn't fair and I had the anger ready, but there was no one to take it
out on. I turned on the computer and the monitor had a loose wire or
something, it made a thin horizontal line through the center of the
thirteen inch screen. It was round like a fishbowl and it had to be
ten years old. It was a wonder the kid wasn't blind from looking at
that thing.

"Just hit it on top," Jamie giggled and I glanced at him and then
stared.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, watching as he was already half-
undressed.

"Changing clothes," he smiled. "It's okay, you'll see."

"We don't have time for that, Jamie," I looked back at the computer
because that was my reason for being there and I was going to the bios
setup menu before Windows could load.

I'm no computer genius, but I knew enough to format the hard drive
anyway and I smiled at the warning messages telling me I was about to
erase all data and I'd never get it back. Was I sure? Oh yeah,
absolutely. I pushed the Y key and listened to the old hard drive spin
up like it had playing cards in the spokes. That computer was some
real junk and I didn't imagine Jamie's mom had paid much more than
twenty bucks at a garage sale for it.

"You gotta plug it in too, in the back," Jamie said, as if he just
remembered something.

"Plug what in?" I blinked at him because he was putting on a dress.
"What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna be your girlfriend," Jamie smiled at me, shy and hopeful
and probably scared out of his mind that I'd laugh and I did. I
couldn't help it.

He turned red, scarlet red, and his bottom lip trembled. The boy was
frozen in place, his hands still clutching the buttons in front of a
small yellow sundress. It must have been his sister's once, when she
was about ten maybe and it was too small for Jamie. It barely covered
his butt and the short sleeves were up on his shoulders. It looked
funny and I was surprised and I wasn't really laughing at him, but...

"Jamie," I recovered quickly because the boy was about to have a
meltdown, "its okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, I wasn't
laughing at you."

"Yes you were," he closed his eyes and a couple big crocodile tears
spilled down his red cheeks. "You hate me!"

"No. No, I don't." I got up off the floor where I'd been sitting and
crossed over to the boy quickly, taking him in a hug. "I like you a
lot. I really do, but that dress...It's just too small."

"Yeah," he nodded and his arms were around my waist.

Jamie was clutching me desperately as I hunched over him, feeling his
small soft body under my hands. I could smell him too, like soap and
shampoo and it was nice, but mostly I just wanted to comfort him and
he did seem so much like a girl. The way he felt, the way he smelled,
the way I just wanted to protect him from his doubts and fears, and
especially from this place that he was living in.

"Let me see," I smiled and untangled myself so I could button up his
dress for him. It was crazy doing this. We were wasting time and if
someone caught us, I'd be dead. But the boy needed it and for the
moment that was more important.

He wore no t-shirt beneath the dress and I looked at his chest as I
worked the small buttons slowly. Jamie's skin was pale and smooth and
his nipples large for a boy, dark pink and slightly puffy, I thought.
He had a beautiful chest, beautiful little tits and for just a second
I imagined what they'd look like in a training bra and that image made
me swallow hard. I was seeing Jamie differently and not because of the
dress, although it helped, but because of his vulnerability, his
surroundings. Everything in that place was conspiring to seduce me. I
had to remind myself that he was a boy and even if Jamie had been a
girl, I didn't want to have sex with him. It wasn't like that at all,
I wanted to protect him.

"There, see?" I was smiling. "That's a tight fit, but it looks okay."

"You think so?" He wiped at his eyes and at least Jamie had stopped
crying after just a few moments.

"Oh yeah, I think you're very pretty," I agreed and I wasn't lying. He
looked like a boy in a too small dress, but that didn't stop him from
being almost unbearably cute.

"Okay," he smiled shyly.

"Now, what were you saying about plugging something in?" I asked,
because I hadn't forgotten that and maybe it would even help the boy
relax a little more, taking his mind off his ill-fitting dress and my
initial reaction to it.

"The phone cord," Jamie said. "The pictures are in my Yahoo thing.
That briefcase they got."

"What?" I blinked at him. "You put the pictures on the internet?"

"Yeah," he shrugged and tried to explain. "I gotta use the library
computer to get pictures off my mom's phone. There's a special thing
for that but this one doesn't have a plug-in cause my computer's sorta
old."

"Oh," I looked at the computer and there wasn't going to be any
internet there anymore. It didn't even have an operating system now.

"So we just gotta get on the net," Jamie smiled at me.

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "But I think your computer's broke."

"It is?" he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I lied, feeling a little bad about it now, especially
since I hadn't needed to format the drive at all.

"Aw, man," he frowned and that computer was probably the only thing he
owned that was worth a nickel.

"I can get you a new one, okay?" I promised Jamie. "A better one than
that. One you don't have to hit or anything, okay?"

"Really?" he blinked those big blue eyes at me and I nodded and then
Jamie was hugging me again, tightly.

His head barely came up to my chest and I felt his soft tummy against
my crotch. He was rubbing me, that's the only word for it, squirming
as my arms went naturally around his shoulders. It felt good,
amazingly good, and I pressed my left cheek against the top of his
head, feeling that soft blonde hair against my face and smelling it.
My cock was getting hard, against all reason or sanity; I was getting
aroused by this boy in the too small dress.

"It's okay; I'll find one for you this weekend, alright?" I said,
closing my eyes and trying to understand what I was doing, and most
especially why.

"I love you," Jamie turned his face up and my cheek slid over his
forehead and nose, and then his lips were touching me and I didn't
pull away.

I kissed him. I kissed a thirteen year old boy and I couldn't tell he
wasn't a girl just then. The tip of my tongue played between his lips
and he opened so softly, so easily, and I dipped my tongue inside his
warm wet mouth. I was slow and careful and Jamie's arms were tighter
than ever. He moaned softly, his own tongue playing against mine
tentatively as he learned how to French kiss.

I moved my hands down his small back and found his ass, that
wonderfully round little behind of his. The dress had been pulled up
and to my delight I discovered that the boy had even put on panties,
probably borrowed from his sister and they were loose on him, but
utterly sexy to the touch. Jamie's firm cheeks filled my hands
perfectly and I squeezed his ass hard while we kissed, making the boy
squirm with pleasure.

"Oh..." I breathed, "...Uh, that's...We better stop. You need to put your
clothes back on."

"I do?" Jamie was licking his lips and breathing hard, not letting go
of me. He was enjoying this even more than I was.

"We have to go back to school," I nodded.

"But we just got here," Jamie said softly. "We kissed already."

"I know," I smiled, pulling his arms gently so the boy would let go.
"So we can kiss some more later, but we don't want to get in trouble
or anything."

"Okay," Jamie agreed reluctantly.

"You know I like you now, right?" I asked him as I started unbuttoning
his dress for him.

"Yeah," he smiled. "I know you do."

"Good," I smiled back. "Now, what's your Yahoo name..."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter Two


That night I was online, logging onto Yahoo as Jamie and I looked at
the pictures he'd taken. There were half a dozen slightly grainy
photos. They weren't great, but good enough that you could tell it was
Lonnie and I making out in my car. I was kissing her in most of them.
Squeezing her smallish breasts through her dress, both of us smiling
and I remembered that day so clearly. Meeting the girl like we'd
arranged, not going anywhere, but just sitting in my car, parked in
that big anonymous lot. She'd gone to the mall with some friends and
ditched them, just for half an hour with me, and I'd fucked her right
there on my lap and given the girl twenty dollars after so she could
have a little extra fun with her friends.

I love to spoil my little girls.

I deleted the pictures forever and thought about Jamie. How he'd
looked in that dress. How he'd felt and smelled and tasted. My cock
was hard and I rubbed it through my trousers while my wife cooked us
dinner in the kitchen. Jamie, I smiled, he was seriously cute. I'd
never been attracted to boys in my life, but seeing him in that dress,
when he'd been crying? I just wanted him so badly. To hold him and
make it better. He was like a girl, exactly like a girl, he only
needed a better dress. A little makeup maybe, no, not even makeup,
just a little lip gloss would be nice. Some panties that fit and a
training bra. Ankle socks and small black shoes. Jesus, he'd be
beautiful then.

"What are you thinking about?" My wife surprised me and I jerked a
little.

"Oh. Um, nothing," I shook my head and closed the browser. "Just
thinking about work."

"Work, huh?" Amy gave me a doubtful smile. "Well, come on. Dinner's
ready, you can think about me for awhile."

"You know I do, baby," I smiled at her and I'd fallen in love with Amy
when she'd been all of twelve years old.

We'd been together over ten years and married for almost four. As soon
as she hit eighteen we were standing in front a judge. I wouldn't have
married her if she didn't understand me so well; if she didn't love me
so much. I loved her too, but not like I used to. Amy was older now
and changed. She was all grown up and physically I just didn't find
her all that attractive with her tall body and large breasts. She'd
grown up fast when she hit fifteen and especially sixteen. Amy was a
beautiful young woman, no doubt about that, but she wasn't a little
girl anymore.

Amy knew what I liked though and that was the reason I'd married her.
Where else was I going to find a woman who would let me fuck young
teenage girls? In that regard, Amy was perfect and while I didn't
understand it entirely, she said it was because she knew I wouldn't
love them past a certain point. I'd have a little girlfriend for a
year or two and then she'd grow up and I'd lose interest. They weren't
a threat and so long as I took care of Amy, so long as I treated her
as my wife and returned her love so much as I was able, she was happy.
She loved me more than anything and that was how she kept me.

What Amy would think of me loving a boy, though...I didn't want to ask
her. I also knew Amy wasn't going to be my alibi if I was ever found
out. She didn't want to know who I was seeing. She didn't want the
details. It was an open secret between us and I respected that and I
went out of the way to protect her from my affairs. We made no mention
of what I was doing and I came home every night the way a good husband
should. That was what Amy wanted in return for her love.

Amy had blackmailed me into marriage, if you wanted to get technical
about it, but I wasn't complaining. She'd made me promise to marry her
and unlike every other girl I'd known, Amy hadn't forgotten it. Like I
say, I'd always been very lucky with women and she was a hell of a
wife.

Jamie was the one on my mind though. I couldn't get the boy out of my
head, not during dinner and not later that night when I was in bed
with Amy. We were kissing in the dim light and I played with her
neatly shaved sex because pubic hair was a complete turn off for me
and she knew it. I was rubbing her moist slit while she stroked my
swollen prick and I wanted her to be Jamie just then.

"Roll over..." I breathed into my wife's ear.

"Hmmm..." Amy sighed and I was pushing her onto her stomach.

"I want to fuck you in the ass," I whispered.

"Oh!" She gave me a little look in the dark and we'd done this before,
but not very often. Amy really wasn't into it.

"Yeah, like that," I sighed and while my twenty-three year old wife
was obviously not a thirteen year old boy, she did have the most
perfect little ass a man could ask for.

"Why?" she giggled and that always seems like a singularly silly
question to ask during sex.

"I'm going to call you Jamie tonight," I said, straddling her thighs
and pressing my cock down against Amy's ass.

"Jamie? Who's she?" my wife wondered and then thought better of it.
"Never mind, I don't want to know."

"Yeah," I agreed softly. "Give me that sweet little ass now, Jamie."

"Ummphh..." Amy winced and her body stiffened because I wasn't using any
sort of lube. I was pushing my cock inside her anus slow and dry, with
just my precum to offer the woman any comfort.

I'm not overly large anyway though, just average, six, maybe seven
inches if I'm really excited and not so thick. It hurt her though, a
little, and I tried to be gentle, but I found myself fucking Amy's ass
hard after just a minute or two, rather liking her soft grunts and
protesting sighs. She was wanting me to slow down, but I was fucking
Jamie now and my eyes were closed, my mind someplace else, bending the
boy over my desk at school, lifting his pretty pink dress and pulling
his virgin white panties down.

"God, your ass is beautiful, Jamie!" I groaned, stabbing the length of
my cock as far into Amy as I could.

"Ow...Fuck...Jack, slow down..." Amy reached back, slapping at my shoulder
with her fingers. "Ja-ack!"

That just made it better for some reason and the bed was bouncing as I
drilled my cock into her asshole over and over. It was unbelievable
how tight Amy was, how hot her asshole felt wrapped around my prick.
If Jamie was half this good I'd be happy, and I suppose that was about
the time I made up my mind that I was going to have to find out what
he felt like. I was going to pop his cherry the way I'd popped so many
others. I was going to fuck him long and hard and fill his sweet
little body up with my semen.

"Ahhh...God! That's...Take it easy..." Amy was still complaining, but not
too much now.

She was getting used to having her asshole stretched and maybe it was
even starting to feel good. I hoped so. Amy was soon fucking me back
anyway, lifting her hips off the bed to meet my cock, squeezing those
soft little muscles so that her rectum felt like a sucking mouth
around my prick. Yeah, Amy was bitching, but she loved sex as much as
I did. She also knew that this was maybe the only way she'd have me
tonight and that gave her a measure of eagerness that I happily
exploited.

I straddled her thighs and hips, massaging Amy's back while I looked
down to see my cock working in and out of her ass. That was beautiful
and now she wasn't fighting me at all. We were fucking nicely, slowing
down after the initial rush of excitement, and I wanted to last as
long as I could. This was good practice, I was thinking, and it had
been too long since I'd fucked my wife in the ass anyway. We might
have to do it like this more often and I knew Amy, she wouldn't say
no. She'd never refused me anything, not even when she'd been a twelve
year old virgin.

"Oh God! Jack...It feels good now..." Amy moaned and that's the kind of
girl she was, the kind of girl they all are, really. "A little...uhmmm...
harder...harder now..."

I laughed at that, drawing a ragged breath and lowering my body to
hers. I covered my wife like a blanket, kissing her ear and cheek,
finding her mouth while I gave her what she wanted. I was fucking Amy
with long strokes, going as deep as I could so that my balls would
slap her wet little pussy. She was hot for it, feeling good inside and
out and all Amy ever needed was a little jump start to get her motor
running. We'd be fucking all night probably after this.

"Don't pull out..." Amy was whispering, "...cum inside me...in my ass...please...
I want to feel it..."

That was going to do it for me, hearing Amy beg for my cum like the
little girl she'd been when I'd taken her cherry. Fuck! She knew how
to bring me off and all I could imagine just then was Jamie asking me
for the same thing; wanting me to cream his little ass good and make a
real girl out of him.

"Shit...Oh Fuck! Jamie!" I was cumming hard, helpless to stop myself
from shooting into Amy's clasping rectum as it held me tight.

Amy was milking my cock and draining my balls with her sweet asshole
and in my mind it was Jamie taking my hot creamy load. It felt amazing
and I wanted to keep my cock inside Amy's ass until morning if I
could. After a few minutes though, I was going soft and her ass slowly
pushed me out with only a small dribble of dirty semen. Most of my
orgasm was still deep inside her and I liked that idea a lot. I
imagined fucking Jamie before school and seeing him walk around all
day with my cum leaking from his tender asshole. That was sexy as
hell.

"That was great, fuck..." I rolled off Amy with a sigh, lying on my back
and catching my breath.

"For you maybe," Amy pouted and that was just a tease; she'd liked it
just fine at the end, but I'd make it up to her anyway. I'd pretty
much just used her ass to jerk myself off with and she knew it.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry," I reached for my wife and pulled her close,
despite a bit of weak resistance on her part.

Amy was a good girl though, better than I deserved, and she made it so
easy to love her. I cuddled with her for a long while, kissing her
lips and telling her she was still beautiful, still sexy despite being
almost twenty-three already. We didn't fuck; I couldn't get hard if I
focused on her too much. I needed to imagine other, younger girls
usually, but that was okay. I made Amy feel special and loved, going
down on her finally and I knew well enough how to make Amy cum with my
mouth. I'd had a lot of practice and sucking her hairless little pie
was sweet for me.

By the time we fell asleep we were best friends again.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Chapter Three


I was free, or as free as a guy like me could be. The evidence was
destroyed, there was just Jamie's word to incriminate me and I knew
how to take care of that. Trusting young girls to keep a really big
secret like having sex with a teacher was a real risk, but a necessary
one. Making sure they were happy and hopelessly in love was the key,
that and picking a girl not only for her appearance, but much more
importantly for her personality. If you know what you're doing, you
can tell which girls will keep a secret forever. Lonnie could do it
and she would, so long as I never hurt her.

The day would come when she found herself in love with someone else. A
boy closer to her own age and all I had to do was wait for it. In her
mind I'd be broken hearted, maybe even a little jealous, but more than
anything else, I'd be happy for her. That was the important thing.
Rewarding the girl for her maturity and respecting her desires would
ensure the best possible outcome for both of us. I'd send Lonnie off
with a kiss and a small remembrance, a bracelet maybe, or a ring, and
she'd be happy, so happy. She'd remember me forever and keep the
secret, comparing me with every boy she'd ever date, and usually
finding them wanting, I was sure. I enjoyed that part even more than
the seduction, I think. The breaking up and I was good at it.

The only one who'd ever broken the mold was Amy, but she wasn't like
anyone else anyway and I'd married her not just to keep our secret
safe, but because I truly loved her. She'd been the proverbial
thirteen going on thirty and that was no joke. I don't think Amy had
ever been a child really,

Jamie was a child though and he could keep a secret too, and the boy
was vexing me. I loved girls, yeah, but if I'm to be honest as I've
been, I have to admit I loved what they were, more than who they were.
Like Lonnie. I loved her fourteen year old body. I loved her
personality too; she was smart and funny, and completely adorable with
her soft brown eyes and kinky brown hair. The braces she was so self-
conscious of made her deliciously cute. I knew she'd grow out of it
though and so I knew I wouldn't love her for more than a year or so.
She wouldn't be the same at fifteen.

But Jamie...It wasn't a thirteen year old boy I loved, it was him. I had
no interest in boys before and none now. But he was the one I was
infatuated with and I couldn't see it ending. I was confused and
unsure of what it meant. There wasn't any rationale for it. I told
myself it was because Jamie was a boy, that's what was confounding me.
Would I have felt the same if he were a girl though? I suspected I
would and that just made it worse. I had plans and plots and ideas in
my head, but I didn't know what I was doing, not really.

"Jamie, can you stay after class for a second?" I asked him as the
bell was ringing.

We hadn't really spoken in the few days since I'd visited his home. We
saw each other at school and smiled, and I worried that we were being
obvious, when in fact I knew there was nothing out of the ordinary for
anyone to notice. I was nervous though and so I'd kept some distance
between us and Jamie had been waiting for me, patiently for a boy his
age, but waiting nonetheless and now his blue eyes lit up as he
nodded.

"Hi," he said, standing by my desk as the last of the other kids filed
out for lunch.

"Hi," I smiled back at him, barely able to keep myself from reaching
for his long golden hair. I wanted to stroke it. I'd been wanting him
for two full days. "Hey, I'm picking up that new computer after school
today. Can I bring it over to your house?"

"You want to come over?" he asked and his grin was making my heart
jump into my throat.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Is your mom going to be there?"

"Tonight?" Jamie shook his head. "It's Friday, mostly she goes
someplace."

"Oh, well..." I wasn't surprised. "She leaves you home alone?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "You can still come over, right?"

"Sure, I just really want to meet your mom too," I said.

"Why?" Jamie narrowed his eyes, maybe worried I was going to tell her
about his dress or something.

"I just don't think it would be good if I came over and she wasn't
there," I said truthfully. "What time does she go out usually?"

"After dinner," Jamie told me. "I dunno, like seven maybe."

"Hmmm, okay. I'll come over early, okay? You can tell her if you
want."

"She's gonna think I'm in trouble," Jamie bit his bottom lip.

"No...Here..." I wrote a note on a piece of paper explaining that I was
going to stop by and drop off a computer for Jamie, an old one I had
just sitting in a closet.

"It's an old one?" Jamie asked, reading the note and I chuckled.

"No, it's new," I smiled. "But she doesn't have to know that, right?
It might make her wonder."

"Okay, yeah," he giggled like a little girl and I took a deep breath.
Fuck, that was sexy.

"So, I'll be over about six, okay?" I asked and the boy nodded.
"Good."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I went shopping after school and not just for a computer. I had to
guess at sizes, but I found a sweet dress that I thought would fit him
nicely. It was blue with pink trim, all satin and lace and rather too
nice just for casual wear, but oh! it was beautiful and with his pale
complexion and blonde hair and those eyes...

I picked out a training bra for him and three pairs of panties in a
package, white, pink, and baby blue like the dress. They had small
bows on the front. Some ankle socks in assorted, femenine colors, the
sort with lace around the top, and a pair of shoes. Again, I was only
guessing, but I'd done this sort of shopping many times and I was more
comfortable buying clothes for a teenage girl than I was buying my
own.

Some cute and inexpensive jewelry, little things like clip on earrings
and a gold necklace with a heart locket. Some bangles and bracelets,
the sort of things a girl his age would like and look so cute wearing.
I bought some pink lip gloss and a purse, hairbrush and comb set,
small compact mirror with some blush in it. Bobby pins and perfume, a
little body spray. It was fun and my cock was throbbing as I imagined
Jamie using those things, wearing those clothes for me.

It was a good trip to the mall and I was satisfied.

"You must be Jamie's mom," I forced myself to smile at the woman who
opened the door.

"I must be," she gave me a genuine smile. "I'm wearin' her panties."

"Great," I blinked at her. "I'm Mr. Valentine, uh, Jack...and I teach
math at...

"Valentine?" She was in her late thirties, I supposed, and trying to
look twenty years younger. Too much makeup, too much red coloring in
her hair, too much alcohol and cigarettes and too much...Everything.

"Yeah," I nodded, waiting for it.

"I didn't know it was Valentine's Day!" she giggled and gave me what
she must have imagined was a sexy look. "Can you be my Valentine?"

"I'm my wife's Valentine, actually," I held up my ring finger and she
waved that away.

"She ain't gotta know," the woman laughed. "I'm Paula. You want a
drink?"

She was walking away, leaving the door open so I stepped in after
glancing at my car. I'd left the computer in the back seat and I
wondered briefly if it would be okay there.

"No, thanks," I said. "I just wanted to bring a computer by for Jamie.
I had an old one and..."

"That's sweet," she leaned against a dirty kitchen counter. "I was
just getting ready to go out; maybe I'll stay in though."

"Uh, well, I can't stay long," I cleared my throat "Is Jamie here?"

"I sent him up the corner for some cigarettes," the woman said. "He'll
be back. You sure you don't want something?"

"No..."

"You can have whatever you want," she was grinning at me, striking a
little pose and I started feeling nauseas. "Anything I got..."

"...That's okay," I said. "Maybe I'll just bring that computer inside
and..."

"Yeah, yeah," the woman waved and she was losing interest, thank God.

Jamie returned as I hefted one of the two boxes out of the back seat.
We smiled and said hello and I could tell he wasn't real happy I'd
been here alone with his mom. I think not finding me fucking her both
surprised him a little and pleased him a lot. It earned me some real
gratitude in his big blue eyes and I wondered how much hell this boy
had been put through growing up.

"That's an old computer, huh?" Paula was in the bedroom doorway
looking at us as I showed Jamie how to connect everything.

"It's kinda old," I shrugged. "I never used it for anything and so..."

"Well, I gotta get to my appointment with a certain gentleman," she
smiled and I hid my jealousy well, believe me. "His name's Jack too,
but you can call him Mr. Daniels."

"Uh, right. Well, I should get going then," I told her and Jamie was
frowning at that.

"Can't you stay and show me how to use it and stuff?" Jamie asked me.
"Mr. Valentine can stay a little, right Mom?"

"I don't care," she shrugged. "Just don't burn the goddamn house
down."

"No, I should..." I started getting up.

"It's okay," Jamie smiled at me and lowered his voice. "She's gonna
go."

Soon enough the woman did leave and we played with the computer for
about fifteen minutes; until I was satisfied Paula hadn't forgotten
something.

"Hey, uh..." I dug my keys out of my pocket. "There's a couple plastic
bags in the trunk of my car, why don't you go get them, bring them
back here?"

"What's in them?" Jamie wondered, taking my keys.

"A surprise," I grinned at him. "Go on."

"Okay, yeah," he smiled and practically ran in his excitement.

Dressing Jamie was fun.

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