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Amy's Proposal

Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.
rache696@yahoo.com  www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Story Codes: M/g, Romance, First, Oral, Petting
Synopsis: It isn't a big surprise when Jack Valentine finds out the
girl of his dreams is only twelve years old, he might have expected
that, but Amy's been living next door to him her entire life and the
college boy hadn't even seen her coming.

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

Amy's Proposal
Fiction by Rachael Ross

A Jack Valentine Adventure!

"...a good marriage is based on the talent for friendship." - Friedriche
Nietzshe

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Prologue


J. Robison looked cute, for being older like she was. I'd guess twenty-
seven, if I had to, and being very pretty, the doctor was obviously
used to getting some attention from her male patients. I gave her
mine, but only out of habit. She wasn't my type at all and that, in a
roundabout way, was the reason I happened to be sitting in her office.

"Mr. Valentine..."

"Jack," I said and the doctor smiled back.

"Okay, Jack," she agreed pleasantly. Dr. Robison crossed her long legs
and gave me some decidedly unprofessional attention as well, although
I must have been at least eight or nine years her junior.

I'd grown used to that myself because, not to be immodest, I've always
been an attractive man of the tall and dark sort. Brown eyes and black
hair, a square jaw and handsome features to go with a trim, athletic
build. It comes from good genes, a reasonable diet, and plenty of
exercise, I suppose, but mostly it's just a lot of luck. I'm not
complaining though and more than looking good, I have a thing about
girls. A genuine affection for the opposite sex, maybe even empathy
isn't too strong of a word, and I believe they can sense that. I know
the younger ones can, and as much as anything else, that really is the
secret of my success.

"Are you sure you want this?" she asked, looking through my thin
patient folder. This wasn't the clinic my mom used to bring me to as a
child. It wasn't even in the same state.

"Absolutely," I nodded, not avoiding her green eyes and not trying to
stare the woman down either, just friendly honesty. "I've given it a
lot of thought, Doctor."

"But you're only, what? Eighteen? You have a lot of life ahead of
you," she said. "Do you have someone you're serious with? A girlfriend
or..."

"No, not at the moment," I admitted with a smile. "I think it's
reversible, right?"

"Vasectomy is reversible, yes," she cleared her throat softly. "But
not a hundred percent of the time, Jack. Whether you change your mind
at some point in the future or not, you may find yourself permanently
sterile."

"I guess I'll have to take that chance." I gave her an apologetic
shrug.

"May I ask why?" She kept her eyes on mine. Challenging me a bit,
wanting the whole truth, but I could only give her the obvious part.

"I like sex, Doc." I chuckled softly. "Who doesn't, right? But, uh...I
can't really see myself with children."

"Well, given your age," she said, "I'd almost worry more if you did
want to be a father; so many young men do."

"No. I've been thinking about it for years," I told her and when the
woman widened her eyes slightly, I smiled. "Seriously. I know who I am
and what I want."

"There are other methods of birth control..." Dr. Robison offered.

"I know," I agreed. "But most of them aren't up to me, you know? I'd
like to make the decision and not have to..."

"Trust a woman?" she asked, cocking her head to the left.

"Maybe," I said. "Something like that, or...depend on the girl to
remember or plan ahead. I don't want to rely on circumstance."

"I see." She smiled at that, tucking a bit of auburn hair behind her
left ear. "You don't think women are responsible then."

"No." I shook my head. "I'm not saying that. They're like anyone else,
you know? But things happen, we're having a nice time and it's easy to
forget or rationalize. It's just human nature."

"Hmmm..." She shrugged with some agreement. "What about condoms? They're
easy, safe, effective..."

"Well, uh..." I nodded slowly and gave her my eyes. "I like to feel it,
Doc. Don't you?"

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" Dr. Robison asked, giving me a genuine
compliment, I thought. "You don't seem like it."

"I'm just me," I said, giving her my best smile in return; the one
that could get me in or out of trouble with equal chances.

"Well..." She glanced down and the woman had turned pink, not much, but
just enough and it was a nice look for her. "I can do the procedure,
of course. It's very quick and barring complications, you'll be fully
recovered within the week, probably sooner than that."

"Right," I said, having read quite a lot on the subject over the
years.

"All you have to do is sign here and...down here, Jack." She offered me
the necessary paperwork. "And I'll get a nurse to prep you."

"Great." I smiled, picking up a pen from her desk.

Twenty minutes later we were ready as I sat on an examination table in
a small, thin hospital gown.

"Do you want a nurse present?" Dr. Robison asked, looking over the
surgical tray that had been prepared for us.

"Uh, do we need one?" I replied with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm a woman, you're a man, sometimes that can be awkward," she
said without humor and I shook my head.

"No, if I can't trust my doctor, who can I trust?" I asked and she did
smile at that.

"At the risk of offending you, Jack..." she said a few moments later,
after several stinging shots of local anesthesia.

"Hmmm?" I looked at her, laying flat on my back while we waited for me
to go numb.

"You have a very attractive penis," the woman said. "It's very...
healthy."

"Oh." I laughed. "Thanks, um...We're not going to need that nurse, are
we?"

"No!" She laughed as well. "I think I can control myself."

"Okay, Doc." I looked back to the ceiling.

"Can you feel this?" she asked and I shook my head. "How about this?
Here? No...Down here?"

"Ah, I feel that," I said as she'd pinched the inside of my left thigh
between her latex covered fingers.

"Good." She let me go. "I think we're ready now."

"Okay," I said, thinking about all those newspapers I'd delivered,
just for this. All those burgers I'd flipped and it seemed rather anti-
climatic, actually. I didn't feel a thing.

"All done," Dr. Robison said perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later.
"How does it feel?"

"A little tingly maybe," I said. "I don't know."

"Well, you'll be somewhat sore later, I'm afraid. The anesthesia will
wear off soon," she told me. "There will be a little bruising and some
swelling."

"Okay," I nodded and that news wasn't surprising.

"Go ahead and get dressed," the doctor said, peeling off her gloves.
"And stop by my office when you're ready."

By the time I'd dressed and sat down once more near Dr. Robison's
desk, I could feel it. Not really painful, but annoying is a good word
for the small discomfort I felt.

"We'll make an appointment for you in a week," she said, looking
through her calendar. "Next Monday at ten, how will that be?"

"Sure," I agreed.

"Great." She smiled. "You've got nice sperm ducts..."

"I do?"

"...and I tied them off nice and tight, but there's still sperm in
there," she told me. "Enough for up to three months, okay? You're not
sterile yet, so be cautious."

"I know. Yeah."

"If you notice an unusual amount of swelling or discoloration in your
scrotum," she said, "or unusual discharge, you need to call me right
away. Here's my card and, uh, let me put my home number on that."

"Okay. Thanks." I watched her write her private phone number down. I
had the impression it wasn't something she was used to doing for
anyone, let alone a patient.

"You can take Tylenol or aspirin for the pain, you don't need anything
special," she said handing me her card. "Stay off your feet for a day
or two, but as I said, three days is usually..."

"Pretty good, yeah." I looked at her card, turning it over to see
she'd written 'Janice' above her phone number and she was stalling for
something. "Well, thanks a lot, Doctor..."

"Hey, um...Jack?" She gave me those bright green eyes and licked her
lips.

"Yeah, Doc?" I returned her gaze.

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" she asked carefully.
"I mean, I don't usually ask patients, um..."

Dr. Robison smiled self-consciously and her cheeks took on a bit of
pink once more. The woman was beautiful, I decided, but it was just
too bad...

"Oh." I looked suitably surprised, pleasantly of course, and I really
did feel flattered. "I'm not sure if we should. I'd feel a little
strange knowing that you..."

"Right." She cleared her throat and looked away. "Of course, I'm
sorry. I know better than that. No, it's no problem. I'll see you on
Monday, right?"

I suspected that Dr. Robison thought I declined more because of her
age than any excuse about being her patient. She imagined I felt her
to be too old for me and she was right, in a way, but not by only a
few years. The woman was too old by at least a dozen years.

"I'll be here," I said, offering her a warm smile and wishing I knew a
way to make rejection easier.

I'd send her some flowers, I decided, nothing romantic, just a 'Thank
You Bouquet' to her office. It wasn't a perfect solution, but few
things are in life.

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

Three months later, almost to the day, I went back to the hospital
where I'd been born nearly nineteen years before. My studies had been
interrupted by winter break and I'd come home for the holidays looking
for some good news.

"Mr. Valentine? Yes, your lab work is done," the nurse told me. She
glanced around the busy nursing station, and this would be rather
confidential for most people, I supposed.

"My sperm count?" I asked, just to let her know I wasn't overly
sensitive to the subject.

"Yes," she agreed. "Your sperm is less than .0025 percent viable."

"Is that good or bad?" I asked with a little smile, because I already
knew what the numbers meant. I just wanted to hear it.

"Ahhh, that depends on if you want children or not," she said
carefully. "Basically, your sperm count is practically zero. The
likelihood of fathering a child is..."

"Practically zero?" I suggested and she nodded. "That's good news
then."

"Okay." She blinked at me, probably wondering why a very young man
like myself would be happy to find out he was sterile. She didn't know
I'd had a vasectomy though.

"How small is the chance," I asked her. "That I could father a child,
like you said."

"Maybe...One in ten thousand," she told me. "Probably even less than
that, realistically. You would need a miracle, Mr. Valentine."

"Great." I smiled and she just didn't get it at all, but that was
okay.

"This is your copy of the lab report," she said and there wasn't much
else to discuss. "Have a nice day, Mr. Valentine."

"I will." I picked up the paper and glanced at it, feeling satisfied
after too many months spent waiting.

Now all I needed was a girlfriend.

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

Chapter Only


Little did I know that even as I stood there getting my good news, my
own mother had been busy arranging a date for me. She was happily
unaware of it, of course, but fate or destiny, or just another
instance of my good fortune, had intervened once more on my behalf.

Amy King was a girl I knew well, having grown up in the house next
door to mine her entire life. All twelve years of it. I'd paid her
little mind, actually, being quite busy growing up myself. Little
girls, prepubescent children like Amy, are generally not very
interesting to teenage boys. That's a fact. But I'd seen her,
obviously, and spent a lot of time with the girl and her family over
summer barbecues and picnics and such. I'd even babysat Amy on
occasion, although I'd been much better at mowing lawns than making
sure seven-year-old girls got to bed on time.

That had changed though, or I should say that Amy had changed. If
prepubescent girls hold little fascination for me, adolescence lights
a fire in my gut like you wouldn't believe. Puberty is like magic and
I'd be hard pressed to explain why, but I know it's true. As soon as a
girl begins to grow outward, when her breasts begin to form and her
baby fat begins its delightful migration to give her real hips and a
nice round butt...

When a girl gets her first menstruation especially, which can happen
as early as eleven or even ten years old, or as late as fifteen or
sixteen for some girls...Oh my. That does something to me. And the best
age for such things to happen, in my opinion, is twelve or thirteen.
Eleven is just a bit too young and fourteen is nice, but fifteen is
pushing it for most girls. They're too mature in other ways, I
suppose. It really is difficult to try and quantify these things. It's
a feeling, an instinctive understanding on my part, rather than any
conscious, calculated decision. That's probably the best way to
explain it.

I have a nose for girls just entering puberty, as I'm sure many other
men do. Unlike most men, however, I've never been afraid to do
something about it. Whether that makes me a bad man or not, well, I
guess we all have our opinions.

"Jack!" Mom smiled and kissed my cheek as I entered through the
kitchen. She'd always been a great mom and we'd missed each other over
the months I'd been at school.

"Hey, Mom. What's cookin'?"

"Oh shush!" She laughed lightly and I'd been saying that since I'd
been four years old probably.

"Smells good anyway," I said truthfully. "Dad home yet?"

"Not yet," Mom said. "Say, Betty and Jake have a little thing
tonight..."

"A thing?" I grinned at her.

"The Christmas party at the plant," she explained. "Christy was
supposed to stay with Amy, but..."

"Who's Christy?" I wondered, digging through the refrigerator for a
Diet-Coke. It's all Mom had.

"Oh, she's...You don't know her." She shook her head. "Anyway, Christy
has a high school dance or something, so she can't make it tonight."

"Okay." I shrugged.

"And so I was thinking maybe you could go over and..."

"And baby-sit like I used to?" I rolled my eyes, playing hard to get.

Not because I had any interest in Amy one way or the other, I honestly
didn't right at that moment, but just because it was fun teasing my
mom a little. I hadn't seen Amy in six months, which doesn't sound
like a long time, but for a girl her age a lot can change in a short
time.

"Please, Jack?" she asked. "You always liked Amy."

"Like a little sister," I agreed and maybe that was stretching it, but
not too far. I did like her just fine.

"So you'll do it?" she insisted, trying to pretend she was doing
anything but.

"Yeah. Sure, Mom," I said. "I don't mind."

"Good!" She nodded, as if there'd been any doubt. "I'll call Betty
right now."

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

"So, Jack..." My dad looked over his plate at me. "Meet any girls at
that big college of yours?"

"Uh, well...A few, Dad," I replied. "There's a bunch. Kinda hard to
avoid all of them, you know."

"Heh!" He grinned at that. "Any one in particular we should know
about?"

"No, not really." I gave my mom an apologetic look. "I figured I'd get
good grades before I looked for a good woman."

"That's right, Jack." Mom reached over and patted my hand. "No need to
rush into anything."

"Seems a little peculiar to me," Dad said, meaning queer.

He'd never understood my reluctance to date girls my own age in high
school, which is to say, not date any girls at all. He didn't know
that I did in fact have a number of girlfriends, all of them probably
much too young for a high school boy, in his opinion. Dating an eleven-
year-old when I was seventeen would hardly impress my parents, or any
of my friends for that matter, so I'd kept my social life as private
as I could, believe me. Unfortunately, it made my father suspect that
I was gay.

"Nah, I know some girls, Dad," I assured him. "I have a good time, but
nothing serious. I'm not ready for that, you know?"

"Don't give Jack a hard time, dear," Mom said, coming to my defense
like she always did. "He's working hard and there will be a lot of
girls waiting when he's good and ready."

"Sure," he said gruffly. "I'd just like to meet one sometime before
I'm too old to enjoy my grandchildren."

"You've got a long ways to go, Dad." I grinned at him.

"Well, I can wait for that," Mom decided. "I only have one son and the
idea of sharing him with another woman..."

"You spoil him." Dad shook his head. "That's the problem."

"What's wrong with that?" she asked, giving him a frown. "You just
don't want to go to the Christmas party. That's what it is."

"Hmmm..." He made a face and they liked to argue like that, or not
argue, but banter, I guess. They'd been doing it for twenty-five
years.

"You'll have a good time, Dad," I told him. "You always do."

"Long as they got beer," he snorted.

He worked at the big auto plant with Amy's dad, building American cars
with Japanese parts. At least he had a job though; things had looked
tough for few years when I'd been growing up. We'd survived and our
middle class neighborhood hadn't changed a whole lot. Unlike the old
saying, I could go home again and it felt good.

"Jack's going to watch Amy tonight," Mom said. "Isn't that sweet of
him?"

"Hmph," Dad grunted. "Come all the way home from college to baby-sit,
did ya?"

"Ahhh, Dad." I laughed. "I'm just doing Mom a favor. You know she
can't go anyplace without Betty."

"Oh shush, you!" she gasped happily.

"Got that right," he said, teasing her with a grin.

"Besides, it isn't baby-sitting anyway," Mom informed us. "I don't
think Amy really needs anyone to watch her at all. That little girl
grew up in a hurry."

"She did?" I narrowed my eyes, not really understanding what she
meant.

"I mean the way she acts," Mom nodded. "Amy's very mature for her age.
I can hardly believe she's twelve already, but..."

"I can," Dad said. "She keeps climbing our fence and I'll have her
painting it come spring."

"Be nice!" Mom waved her hand at him.

"Acts grown-up, huh?" I asked and she nodded.

"More than she should maybe," Mom said. "What's the word for that?"

"Word for what?" Dad wondered.

"Being too mature," she said. "I can never remember."

"Precocious?" I offered and she smiled.

"That's the one! Amy's a precocious girl, you'll see."

"I can't wait," I replied, trying to mask my enthusiasm behind the
truth. It works better than you might think.

"Too bad she's not six years older," Dad suggested. "She is a pretty
girl."

"Very pretty," Mom agreed. "It is too bad she's so young, isn't it?
Jack and Amy would make a lovely couple."

"Huh." I had to hide my smile behind a long drink of water and now I
really was curious to see how much little blonde Amy had grown up.

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

"Hi, Jack...Come on in! You look good, boy!" Mr. King took my hand in
his and he'd always liked me a lot.

He'd wanted a son of his own, but they'd just had the one girl, so he
tended to give me a lot of fatherly attention. I might have been a
couple years older than a real son would have been, but Mr. King
didn't mind. He was a big man, an outdoorsy sort of guy, and honest. I
liked him just fine and though he'd tried to get me to call him Jake
on more than a few occasions, usually after he'd had a few beers, I
just couldn't see myself calling him by his first name.

"Hey, Mr. King," I said with a grin. "Thanks. How's everything? You
get your buck this year?"

"Nah." He gestured for me to come in and closed the door against
December's chill. "Took a doe the day before the season ended, just to
use the tag. It was too damned dry this year, I think."

"Yeah, that's what I heard," I agreed, unzipping my jacket.

"Jack!" Amy's mother smiled as she came down the stairs. "Look at you!
Wow! You're all grown up."

"Thanks, Mrs. King." I smiled back at her. "You look like you're ready
for dancing tonight."

"You'd better call me Betty," she said. "I feel old enough already and
this old man..." she smiled at her husband, "...never takes me dancing!"

"What? I took you dancing once, didn't I?" He chuckled. "Don't listen
to her, Jack."

We made small talk for several minutes, just catching up really, and
they made me feel welcome. It was nice coming home and nicer still to
have two homes, in a manner of speaking, because Mr. and Mrs. King
very much treated me like part of the family.

"Amy? Why are you hiding there?" Betty noticed her daughter before I
did and I followed her gaze.

Amy hid behind the archway leading to the dining room, peering around
it and smiling faintly as she watched us. I could only see a bit more
than half her face, but even that was enough to take my breath away.
Amy had indeed changed over the last half year and as she reluctantly
entered the living room I could see exactly how much.

"Hey Jack," she said softly, looking at me with her big blue eyes and
then looking away, coming back, looking away...What a flirt!

"Hi Amy." I smiled and her parents beamed, as well they should. Amy
was a beautiful girl and they were rightly proud of her.

"Hasn't she grown, Jack?" Betty asked me, holding out her hand to draw
her daughter close.

"Yeah, you've really grown up, Amy," I said, meaning every word of it.
"Last summer you were just a little kid, but now..."

"I'm not little anymore, huh?" She giggled softly, letting Betty hug
the girl to her hip.

"No, you're not little at all," I agreed and looked at her dad.
"You're gonna have to find yourself a big stick pretty soon."

"Heh!" He nodded at me with a grin. "I keep the shotgun loaded for a
reason."

"That's not funny." Betty rolled her eyes and then noticed her watch.
"Oh! We're running late. You be a good girl for Jack, alright? Do
whatever he tells you to, understand me? Remember what we talked
about."

"Yeah, Mom," Amy said, dropping her head slightly as her mother
embarrassed her.

"All the stuff's where it used to be," Mr. King told me. "I locked the
liquor cabinet too, so don't go looking for trouble."

"Right!" I laughed, knowing he was joking. I'd never been much of a
hell raiser growing up and he knew it.

"I left the phone numbers on the refrigerator and...hmmm..." Betty looked
around like all moms do. "Amy needs to take a bath before she goes to
bed."

"Mom!" Amy sighed and her cheeks reddened slightly at that.

"What?" Betty frowned. "And bedtime tonight is ten o'clock, right?"

"Yeah Mom," Amy agreed reluctantly, giving me a sidelong look. I
pretended not to notice.

"We'll be back around midnight," Mr. King said. "Maybe a bit later,
we'll see what happens. You can conk out in the spare bedroom for the
night, it's no problem."

"Okay, right." I nodded at both of them and I'd slept at their house
before. They were still in their mid-thirties and young enough to look
for a good time when they went out.

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

"You wanna do something?" Amy asked me once her parents were gone.

She stood barefoot in a pair of loose jeans that barely stayed on her
narrow hips. She'd been keeping them up somehow while her parents were
there, probably the way she'd hooked her thumbs in the pockets. Now
that Mom and Dad were gone, however, she didn't seem to care. They
were falling low enough that I could see the waistband of her pink
panties and just that accidental flirtation made my heart beat faster.

Amy's soft white tummy was exposed nearly completely beneath her t-
shirt, which wasn't an overly large one. Pink like her underwear, the
shirt had a picture of Barbie on it and I'd seen her wearing it to
school the spring before. It still fit her okay and would have been
innocent enough for most people, but for me? I couldn't help but feel
drawn to her. The girl had a sexy belly button, small and cute and
right there for me to admire. Amy's breasts were only bumps and barely
there at all, but I could see them. I could see the faint protrusion
of her nipples and the twelve-year-old probably didn't even own a
training bra yet. But Betty would buy her one soon, I supposed; little
girls grow fast once they make up their minds.

Her face was angelic, and that's the perfect word, believe me. As a
child it had been round with large cheeks, almost chubby in a way, but
no longer. Amy's face was more heart shaped now, her chin pointed and
her cheeks high and pronounced and wonderfully shaped. She had
dimples, tiny ones when the girl would smile just right. A smallish
mouth blessed with a natural pout; a narrow, upturned nose, and those
eyes. Immaculate Blue would be the color if I had to name it, gazing
at me from beneath her fine blonde hair.

The child's overwhelming beauty seemed hardly fair to me and I'd
already surrendered.

"Do I wanna do something?" I repeated her question, knowing exactly
what I wanted to do with her. "Like what?"

"I dunno." Amy shrugged and those pants fell a fraction lower. "We can
play some Wii if you want; it's kinda fun."

"What do you want to do?"

"You wanna watch a movie?" she suggested, making that sound like her
choice without actually making it.

"Sure. Yeah," I agreed. "Make some popcorn?"

"Yeah!" She nodded. "Like we did before."

"You remember that?" I asked, walking with her towards the kitchen.

"I remember everything!" Amy replied with a giggle, and I caught her
biting her bottom lip as she glanced up at me. The girl wasn't but
4'10" maybe and couldn't have weighed anything, but she had a presence
like you wouldn't believe.

"I figured you'd forget all about me," I said with a theatrical sigh.

"Why?" She looked at me.

"Well, because you're growing up," I explained, digging through the
lower cabinets for their Stir Crazy popcorn popper thing. It was a lot
better than microwave popcorn, but kind of a pain to clean up
afterwards.

"Am I?" Amy asked, teasing me because we both knew she just wanted to
hear me say it.

"Yeah." I turned my head and gave her a very deliberate look up and
down. "I bet you have a bunch of boyfriends already, huh?"

"No!" she gasped happily as her face turned pink.

"Yeah, you do," I decided and sighed again. "I wish I hadn't moved
away."

"You do?" She smiled and plainly didn't believe me, but that was okay.
We were having fun.

"College is pretty boring," I said, standing up with the popcorn maker
in my hands.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Amy asked, leaning on her elbow with a
small fist under chin, bumping her hip against the kitchen counter.

"Nope."

"How come?"

"I haven't found a girl I like yet," I said, putting the popper next
to the stove.

"What kinda girl do you like?"

"Hmmm..." I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Yeah you do!" Amy giggled. "Tell me!"

"What?" I made a face and reached for the cooking oil. "I like
different things, you know."

"I don't know, Jack!" She gave me a pout and it was world class,
considering her age. "Like, um...What does she look like?"

"What does who look like?"

"The girl you like!" she said with another giggle and I'd already
fallen in love with that sound.

"I told you I didn't find one yet."

"Yeah, but you lied!" Amy said, nodding as if she knew a secret and I
rolled my eyes.

"How do you know?" I asked her, adding popcorn to the oil.

"I can tell. I'm not stupid, you know."

"I know that," I told her seriously.

"So?" She stood up with a sigh. "Tell me then."

"Um, well..." I plugged in the popper and it started stirring the seeds.
"She's got blonde hair."

"Really?" Amy grinned at me. "What else?"

"Blue eyes," I continued. "And, um...she's really, really cute. Like if
you saw her? You'd think she's beautiful."

"Oh yeah?" Amy bit her lip again and then caught herself. "Ummm...Is she
really tall and stuff?"

"Hmmm..." I shrugged. "Not really. She's about perfect, I think."

"But how tall is that?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I never measured her."

"Come on!" Amy made a face at me. "Guess. How tall is she?"

"Why?"

"Cause! I wanna know!"

"I told you a lot already," I said. "And you didn't tell me anything
about your boyfriend yet."

"I don't have a boyfriend," she said with a frown.

"There's a boy you like though, right?" I asked. "So tell me about
him."

"No!" She looked down and then her eyes came back up slowly, but I was
still watching her.

"You gotta tell me now."

"Why?"

"Cause I told you about the girl I like," I said as the first kernel
popped. "Besides, we're friends, right? So you don't have to be shy
about it."

"I'm not shy," she said shyly and I felt my stomach knotting up hard.

"So?" I spread my hands and smiled.

"Okay, um...You won't laugh right?"

"Of course not," I said. "Unless, you know, he's like a midget guy or
something."

"A midget!" Amy giggled and stuck out her tongue. "No way! He's really
tall. Way taller than me."

"Cool," I said. "He plays basketball and stuff?"

"No!" She pursed her lips. "He's just tall, not like weird."

"Basketball players aren't weird!" I laughed.

"You want me to tell you or not?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said over the chaotic noise of the popcorn's lively
popping. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Okay, um..." Amy nodded. "He's, uh, got black hair and like brown eyes,
sorta with a little green in them, sometimes."

"Huh." I nodded. "You mean when he's outside?"

"Yeah, like that," she told me, avoiding my eyes as I smiled at her.
"And, he's really cool. Like he's older sorta, but he doesn't act like
it. You know? He doesn't talk to me like a little kid or anything."

"Older?" I narrowed my eyes a bit. "How much older? Like fifteen?
Sixteen?"

"Um..." Amy swallowed hard. "Kinda."

"Okay, that's cool," I decided and the popcorn was getting close to
being done. "Your dad doesn't know about him, I bet."

"Daddy?" She grinned and then caught it and stopped with a shrug. "Oh,
well, he knows him and stuff."

"Your dad knows the boy you like?"

"Yeah! I mean, he doesn't know I like him though," Amy said. "Nobody
knows."

"I see." I unplugged the popper and turned it over, so that the
plastic dome that covered it became the bowl. "You want some butter on
this?"

"Course I do! I'll get it."

"Kay." I watched as Amy opened the refrigerator and bent over at the
waist, presenting me with a perfect view of her small round butt. Her
jeans were drawn tight for just those few precious seconds and I
memorized every curve that little girl had.

"You want the real one?" she asked, looking over her shoulder suddenly
and I was caught red handed.

"Uh, yeah," I said, feeling a little warm as I smiled back at her.

Amy either didn't notice or didn't care that I'd been staring at her
ass and I was trying to figure out which when she started rocking her
hips. The girl rolled her butt from side to side while she found the
real butter, and taking her sweet time doing it too. That's all the
answer I needed, leaving with the obvious question - Could I really
afford to get hooked on this girl?

"Here ya go," Amy said, turning around and smiling shyly after her
teasing. She wasn't a full blown Lolita by any stretch, but the
nymphet wasn't as innocent as she pretended to be either, and we both
knew it.

"Thanks," I said, taking the butter and our fingers accidentally
touched. That was nice. "So...How long have you liked this boy?"

"Hmmm..." She thought about it for a second. "Since I was about ten, I
guess."

"Ten?" I grinned at her. "Two whole years?"

"Uh-huh. I mean, I liked him my whole life, except I sorta didn't know
I liked him," she explained. "Like...That way."

"Oh, so you liked him before then, but now you really like him."

"Zactly!" She nodded. "I didn't love him before."

"You love him?" That sort of froze me for a second.

"Uh..." Amy flushed all over.

"That's okay," I said quickly. "Love is nice, right?"

"You think so?" she asked and I nodded.

"Sure. That girl I was telling you about? I love her, I think. I
didn't used to, I only liked her a lot before, but now..."

"But now...What?"

"Yeah," I said, looking into Amy's big blue eyes.  "I love her a lot."

"Oh." She swallowed hard and looked away.

"What movie do you want to watch?" I asked, thinking we'd probably
played this game about as long as we should.

It seemed obvious to me what we were talking about and maybe Amy
understood who I meant, but she probably had some small doubts as
well. Twelve year olds are like that sometimes. They want to believe
the truth so badly that they talk themselves out of it, but I guess a
lot of people are like that.

"Let's watch King Kong," Amy suggested and I laughed at that idea.

"It's almost eight and you gotta be in bed at ten, remember?" I said.
"That movie's like three hours long."

"Awww...Jack!"

"Plus you gotta take a bath," I reminded her. "You don't want to get
me in trouble, do you?"

"It won't be trouble if they don't know," she said. "King Kong,
please? We can watch it in my room anyways."

"You've got a TV in your room now?" I looked at her and we were
stopped halfway to the family room.

"Yeah, cause Dad got one at a yard sale," Amy said. "All my friends
got one."

"Okay. Well, I guess we can do that," I said. "But you still gotta
take a bath."

"I'll take one right now!"

"You shoulda taken one while I made the popcorn," I told her.
"Alright, let's go upstairs. You take your bath and I'll put the movie
in."

"I'll be really quick!" Amy grinned at me. "Promise!"

"Just be really clean too," I said. "You're gonna get me fired."

"I am?" She looked at me and I laughed.

"That was a joke."

"Oh! Yeah!" She giggled. "Mom and dad wouldn't fire you."

"No?" I asked, following Amy up the stairs. "How would you know?"

"Cause, they like you a lot," she told me. "Mom told me if I was
older, like you? She'd want you to be my boyfriend."

"She said that?" I smiled, remembering my own mother's similar
comments.

"Yeah!" she said. "Isn't that cool? I mean..." she tried to tone down
her enthusiasm suddenly, "...that she likes you and stuff."

"Yeah, that's pretty cool," I agreed.

I really started wondering if this wasn't some kind of setup arranged
by our mothers. But that idea seemed so far out there that I dismissed
it immediately. What parent in her right mind would try to bring an
eighteen-year-old boy and a twelve-year-old girl together? That wasn't
just strange; it was illegal in our neck of the woods.

Amy went into the upstairs bathroom and I went into her bedroom, which
was nice and pretty and probably average for middle class America. Her
small bed had been made up with a lavender comforter embroidered with
yellow flowers. Her television was a small one as well, with a cheap
DVD player next to it on a cheap stand. She had pictures of horses and
kittens on the walls, pictures of friends and family too. Lace
curtains and stuffed animals and dolls. I liked her room a lot and I
looked around without snooping, mostly I just relaxed on her bed and
waited patiently.

"Jack?" I heard Amy's muffled voice about ten minutes later. "Hey
Jack?"

"Amy? What is it?" I asked, leaning close to bathroom door.

"I sorta forgot a towel," she said. "Can you get me one?"

"Sure. Yeah," I agreed and I knew where they were, in the closet at
the end of the hall. "Just a second."

"I didn't lock the door," she said when I knocked a moment later.

"Okay, um..." I opened the bathroom door not very far and pushed my arm
inside, holding a fresh towel for her.

"It's okay. You can come in," Amy said with a giggle.

"Are you sure?" I asked, teasing her with my voice. "I thought you
were in the tub?"

"I am!" she replied. "Look!"

I opened the door a bit more and stuck my head around it, grinning as
I saw Amy sitting in a bathtub full of bubbles. She must have poured
half a jug of Mr. Bubble in with the water because they were
overflowing! All I could see was her head with the rest of the girl
completely hidden and I just laughed at her.

"See? Can't see nothing, huh?" She laughed too and we were looking at
each other when we stopped, kind of warm, a little breathless, and
very happy, I thought.

"You're definitely gonna get me in trouble," I decided.

"Why?" Amy asked softly. "Cause of the bubbles?"

"No." I shook my head. "That's not it."

"What then?" She blinked those fantastic eyes at me and I watched the
bubbles undulate vaguely as the girl moved her body beneath them.

"Cause, uh...You know that girl I like?" I licked my lips and watched
her nod slowly. "The one I love?"

"Yeah," she said.

"She's you, Amy."

"Me?" she asked, so softly I could barely hear her voice. Her eyes
were big and her cheeks rosy with the heat from her bath and more. I'd
never seen a more beautiful sight in my life and I sincerely believed
I never would again. Amy in her bubble bath.

"I'll, uh, wait for you outside..." I started turning reluctantly away.

"No!" she said suddenly. "I...The boy I like...You know it's you...Right?"

"The one you love?" I asked gently and she nodded, keeping her eyes on
me, being brave.

"Yeah," she said. "I love you."

"Yeah."

"Do you..." she started and stopped and then looked down at the bubbles
that reached her chin. "Do you wanna take a bath with me, Jack?"

"Oh, Amy," I drew a deep breath.

"There's lotsa room and, um..." She swallowed hard, lifting her eyes
again. "I like it. I mean, if you want to."

"I do want to," I told her and this was completely unlike my previous
experiences with young girls.

Before, I'd been a minor myself. I'd been sixteen and seventeen and
the girls I'd found, dated in a manner of speaking, were strangers at
first. I hadn't known them. I'd meet them at the mall or at the local
fair when it was in town. At the skate park maybe. I'd talk and flirt
and get a girl to make out with me. A sweet little twelve-year-old
like Amy who wanted a real boyfriend, if only for a day or a week
maybe. It had been fun and innocent and the sex I'd had, well, I
hadn't forced them to do anything. I'd made love with girls like Amy
before and done everything I could to make it wonderful for them.

But none of them had been like Amy. At least not that I could recall
standing there and watching the girl of my dreams take a bath. I'd
known Amy since she'd been born, literally. I'd only been in first
grade back then, but I could say that truthfully enough. I'd watched
her grow up and she wasn't a stranger, not a girl I could love for a
few hours and forget about. Amy would be with me forever. She was a
part of my life no matter what happened, and the responsibility that I
felt for her wasn't merely imagined or temporary. This was a serious
thing for me. For both of us.

"Okay," Amy agreed with my admitted desire to join her, and now she
smiled, waiting for me to undress.

If the girl felt any fear, she hid it well. I was terrified and for
the first time in my life too. What if we got caught? What if I hurt
her somehow? What if she changed her mind? At only eighteen, I'd often
thought I knew all there was to know about girls, but the fact
remained that I was still very much a novice, as all men are until the
day they die, probably. Women are the grand mystery, despite death's
big reputation. A man doesn't have to live with death, it happens and
it's over and you have your answer, but girls...

Having said, and most especially thought, all of that, I did what any
other teenage boy does when confronted with his fantasy come to life -
I started taking off my clothes.

"Don't laugh at me, okay?" I grinned at Amy and she giggled nervously.
"I said, don't laugh."

"I can't help it!" she said. "My tummy feels funny. It's tickling me."

"Mine too," I agreed and I wasn't shy. I undressed for her without
turning away and maybe I just wanted to see if Amy would chicken out
at some point.

"How come girls like boys?" she wondered, staring at me while I pulled
my t-shirt over my head.

"I don't know," I said. "Same reason boys like girls, I guess. We're
supposed to."

"Yeah." She nodded, watching my fingers unbutton my jeans. "But I
didn't used to."

"You didn't used to know how to ride a bike either," I said and Amy
splashed me with soap.

"That's not the same!"

"It's not?" I shrugged and unzipped my pants. "Maybe we just have to
have time to like ourselves first, before we can like someone else."

"Yeah," Amy said and then she laughed. "What's that mean?"

"Nothing," I said, pushing my pants down my legs and stepping out of
them. "It sounds kinda smart though, doesn't it?"

"You're really smart," she decided. "I know that."

"Maybe..." I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. "But maybe
not."

"You are. Everybody says so...Oh!" She blinked as my swollen cock sprang
free of my shorts.

I'd been mostly hard ever since I first saw Amy and it felt amazingly
good to let my erection have some room finally. I'm not especially
large down there, average or maybe a bit more in length, and not much
thicker than most guys, I'm sure. But considering the age and
inexperience of my sexual partners, I'm very well endowed indeed.
Twelve-year-old Amy looked a little nervous as she stared at my penis,
dark with excitement and already moist with precum leaking from the
tip. I stepped out of my boxers, letting my cock bounce and wag in
front of me, and I hoped it didn't frighten her.

"Have you seen a boy before?" I asked. "Like this?"

"No," she replied. "I saw my dad's, but not...It's hard!"

"Yeah, it is," I told her and I stepped closer to the bathtub. "It's
hard because of you, Amy. Cause that's how you make me feel."

"I make you feel hard?" She giggled and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You make me feel all kinds of stuff," I told her truthfully. "Can I
get in now? Or did you change your mind?"

"You can get in," she said. "I know about sex and stuff anyway."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "After I got my period, Mom told me how it
works. Like why I got it and all that."

"When did you get your first period?"

"About, hmmm...Just before Halloween," Amy said. "It was kinda gross."

"Kinda scary?" I asked her, stroking my cock slowly while she watched.

"Yeah." She licked her lips. "I'm okay now though."

"Good." I stepped into the bath carefully because I didn't want to
step on Amy, obviously. I had to feel around for the bottom of the tub
with my toes.

"She said a boy puts his penis thing in the girl, but she didn't say
it got all hard and big like that," Amy explained, staring at my cock
as it waved just a few feet in front of her face suddenly.

"It would be kinda tough if it didn't," I said, sitting down in the
bubbles and the level of water, and bubbles, went up noticeably.

"I guess, yeah." Amy laughed. "Um...Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?" I asked her, settling against the curved end of the
bathtub, which was only slightly awkward because of the faucet being
at that end.

"Your, um...wiener? When it's hard like that?" Amy jerked slightly as
she felt my legs touching hers. I spread mine around her and the girl
drew her knees up to her chest, hugging herself.

"My wiener?" I grinned at her. "Mostly it just feels like, um, I want
something really bad."

"It feels like that?" She made a face. "I don't get it."

"It feels like I want to be with you," I said, playing with the
mountain of bubbles between us. "Like...Kissing you? Touching you maybe...
Do you ever feel like that?"

"Yeah." Amy nodded. "Like all night tonight." She giggled softly. "I
was sorta, I dunno, like thinking you were gonna touch me."

"You want me to?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you want me to kiss you, Amy?"

"Do you want to?"

"Oh yeah," I breathed. "Ever since I saw you."

"Really?" She smiled and nodded. "Me too, except I didn't think you
liked me."

"Now you know I do," I said and I couldn't resist any longer. I
explored the water with my hands until I found her feet and followed
them up to her ankles and shins.

Amy didn't say anything and I unwrapped her arms from around her legs,
gently as I leaned forward. I drew the girl towards me, feeling her
flesh soft and firm and hot beneath the water. I had to have her and
she wanted it. She wanted to be with me and seemed so shy and brave
and patient, and even understanding. I'd never met a girl so calm like
that, despite the confusion that came out with her words. Amy knew
what she wanted and that was the best part for me, I think. I didn't
have to treat her like a child or explain what we were doing, or
anything like that. We only had to talk to each other and now we
didn't even need that so much.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" she asked as I slid towards the middle of the
tub. Amy had found herself sitting on my thighs with her legs going
naturally around my waist.

"Yeah," I replied, feeling my swollen cock standing upright between
us.

My erection stood against Amy's soft tummy as I let my hands go lower,
down her back to find the smooth, round bottom of her ass. The girl
seemed so small in my arms, so light as she sat nestled against me.
Her legs, which were silky smooth and thin, scissored around me so
that her barely pubescent pussy was unguarded and vulnerable between
her wide spread thighs. Amy's arms tugged at my neck, pulling me
towards her pouting mouth. The girl was completely aware of what we
were doing, I had little doubt of that, and the idea that Amy wanted
me as much as I wanted her only fueled my desire.

I kissed her lightly, knowing it was Amy's first. I touched my lips to
hers, keeping my eyes open just so I could see her eyelids flutter and
close. There was no tongue, just a tender first kiss that lasted all
of three seconds at the most. When it ended, those blue eyes of hers
were open and sparkling and a soft smile dimpled the child's flushed
cheeks. Amy let out the breath she'd been holding with something like
a sigh, smelling sweetly of her breath and I kissed her again.

This time I brought the tip of my tongue between us, resisting the
urge to take her immediately. I had to go slowly. Amy was special and
fragile and I wouldn't risk breaking her somehow. She had to enjoy
this even more than I did, that's what I felt in my heart. That
nothing could be more important to me than Amy's happiness and there
was nothing I wouldn't do for the girl. And so I only touched and
licked at her lips lightly, inviting Amy to open her mouth, but in no
way forcing her. It wasn't but a heartbeat later that she rewarded my
patience.

Amy opened her mouth and I nearly had my orgasm right then as I felt
her tiny tongue imitating mine. She had her eyes closed once more and
she licked across my lips and I was helpless. I touched her tongue
with mine and the girl pulled me even tighter. A subtle moan escaped
between us and she wriggled her tongue into my mouth with clumsy
inexperience. I gave myself to her exploration while my hands caressed
her butt and hips. She'd spread herself so wide down there and I ran
my hand along her delightful curves, reaching with my fingers until I
found the smallish pucker of her asshole.

She squirmed in my lap, digging her knees into my ribs, but Amy wasn't
trying to escape. The girl held onto me as tightly as she could and
pulled at my neck so that her barely there tits were against my chest.
Amy's swollen nipples were hard as pebbles and I can only imagine how
they must have felt for her when she rubbed them over my skin. That
seemed to be what she needed, as much as kissing, to have her nipples
caressed and loved. Her breasts were trying to grow with her
experience and my young lover trembled in my arms.

I played with her ass while we made out, rubbing just the pad of my
middle finger over and around her tiny hole. I taught Amy how to kiss
and she was a quick study and fearless. Some of the girls I'd been
with before had taken a long while to relax and give in to what they
wanted, to try the new things I wanted to show them, but not Amy.
Anything I wanted to do met with her instant approval. Wherever I
touched her, however I wanted to explore her mouth and body, Amy
accepted and responded to it willingly.

When I pushed the tip of my finger against her sphincter, Amy's body
stiffened for just a second and then relaxed. It was like magic as my
finger pushed into her innocent butt to the first knuckle. I didn't
get so much as a whimper from the girl, no fear or rejection, just her
tongue as Amy thrust it as deeply into my mouth as she could. The
little girl rocked her ass, and I felt the soft inside of Amy's rectum
clasped around my finger, sucking at my digit like a tiny mouth, and I
fingered her asshole for five minutes probably. I never went very
deep, giving the girl half my finger at the very most, but that was
enough.

I pulled my finger from Amy's ass and found her sex a moment later. My
first brush against her plump and eager pussy brought a ragged breath
in reply. I looked carefully into her eyes as we took that moment to
collect our breath, but not our wits. We were both too hot for each
other now. I couldn't look at the twelve-year-old in my arms and
imagine not having her. Amy held me like she'd never let me go,
embracing me with her entire body. Her arms and legs wrapped around
me, her body pressed to mine and moving without thought or control as
she sought relief from her newfound desires.

"Are you okay?" I asked, our lips still touching and her eyes looking
into mine.

"Uh-huh," she breathed. "I feel really...Good."

"Me too." I smiled and she giggled weakly, the sound making my heart
ache to hear it again. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."

"Mmmm..." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, Amy's pert nose
scrunching up as I massaged her pussy beneath the water.

Her pelvis was taut with her legs spread like they were and Amy could
hide nothing from me. I found the thin lips of her pussy pulled
slightly apart. They were so small, only barely formed it seemed, and
brand new. I tickled them gently, making the girl sigh and smile and
nod her head, encouraging me to play with her juvenile sex. I
stiffened my finger and slid it lengthwise along her slit, feeling the
tender virgin folds that her position revealed. I found the hard nub
of her budding clitoris, a knot of sensitive skin that might have
emerged for the very first time in her life that very evening. I
brushed it lightly, kissing Amy's cheeks and chin, her swollen lips
that had been lovingly bruised by my own.

I caressed Amy's pussy until every ragged breath became a moan. She
moved relentlessly, wriggling her butt and grinding her sex against my
cautious fingers. She whimpered and begged me for more, the girl's
eyelids fluttering as the color rose higher in her cheeks. I dared to
push the tip of my finger inside, only barely between Amy's thin labia
until I found her hymen. My lover's cherry was hardly deep at all. It
lay just beneath and behind her tiny urethra, guarding the entrance to
the girl's pristine womb.

Having barely touched the girl's hymen, I pulled back, bringing my
fingers to safer places. I had to save that fragile bit of flesh for
something else. I covered Amy's mouth with mine and kissed her gently
while I rubbed her clitoris and her hairless vulva. I knew she was
close; the child had grown frantic with her movements and nearly
sobbing as the curious sensations of her first orgasm built
relentlessly inside. I was bringing her off, wanting her to feel
nothing but sublime pleasure in my arms. I kissed and whispered and
breathed into her mouth, massaging her pussy and urging the girl to
cum for me.

Amy came with a muffled gasp which I greedily swallowed. Surprise,
confusion, happiness, pleasure, lust...All of those things and more were
in her eyes. She jerked in my arms, her small body spasmed as if she
were having a fit or seizure. She tried to voice what she felt, to
share it with the world, but the sounds Amy made were soft and high
pitched and warbling like a beautiful bird loosed from its cage. She
kissed me then, her lips were all over my face and the adoration in
her eyes was unmistakable, but I was the one enslaved. I could only
hold the girl and give her the moment while I whispered soft words of
love into her ears.

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

We'd been in the tub for a long while, an hour perhaps or maybe not.
Time is such a relative thing and trying to measure it by the passing
seconds would be useless. The water had gone tepid; the bubbles had
melted like snow around us, becoming a thin, white foam on the surface
of the bath.

I could see her now, my precious Amy. Her nipples were larger than I'd
imagined, round and puffy. They were dark with her excited blood and
pointing outward to rub against my chest. Between us, my cock remained
as hard as it had ever been in my life; the prolonged waiting hadn't
diminished any portion of my ardor. It stood trapped between Amy's
tummy and mine with the velvet skin of her vulva riding along the
shaft.

"Can I make love to you?" I asked softly, unable to hold myself back
any longer. "I want to feel you inside, Amy."

"Do you love me?" the girl wondered and I had to smile, knowing how
silly that question seemed, but how equally serious my answer had to
be.

"Oh yes," I sighed. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"Me too." Amy swallowed hard and her orgasm had only just begun to
fade. She was trembling and still trying to catch her breath.

"Let me put it inside you, okay?" I kissed her lightly. "I'll be
careful, I promise."

"I know." She nodded and sucked her bottom lip. "Will you marry me,
Jack?"

"Marry you?" I moved my hands to her ass and pulled the little girl
even harder against my cock, getting desperate to find relief. "I'd
love to marry you, Amy. I wish I could, more than anything."

"I wanna marry you too," she told me, planting her chin on my left
shoulder and then turning her head, pressing her cheek to my skin as
we held each other.

"But you're just too young," I said gently, stroking her butt and up
to her back, soothing her even as my cock throbbed almost painfully.
"We can't get married."

"When I'm older we can," Amy said. "Right? Like when I'm eighteen?
Will you marry me then?"

"Yeah." I closed my eyes and kissed her shoulder and hair, that
beautiful blonde hair now damp and clinging to her skin.

"Promise?" she asked.

"I promise, Amy," I whispered and I had no choice but to do this.
"I'll marry you the day you turn eighteen."

"I know you will," she sighed and I loved her so much I thought it
would kill me. The feelings were too large inside me and I kissed her
everywhere I could until Amy lifted her head and I could find her
mouth with mine.

I meant what I said, although I have to confess I didn't believe I'd
ever have to keep my promise. Little girls grow up and find other
boys, and some five or six years was a long time. I'd made my promise
though and I'd never broken one in my life. I'd keep this one too, but
only if Amy still wanted me by then. I very much believed it was a
promise I wouldn't have to keep, but that wasn't why I'd made it. Nor
had I promised her marriage just so I could fuck the girl. I
desperately wanted to make love to her, that's true, but I wasn't
trying to buy her virginity with promises. I'd told Amy I'd marry her
because right then, at that moment, it really was the thing I most
wanted in the world.

"I'm going to take you to your bed," I whispered.

"You're gonna love me there, right?" she asked. "Put it in me?"

"Uh-huh." I smiled and it was so, so difficult finding the strength to
let Amy go. "I'm going to love you in your own bed, where it's safe
and warm. I want you to feel good."

"Okay." She smiled, but I saw some fear, some uncertainty playing at
her eyes and lips.

"This will be like we're married already," I said, wanting to lighten
the moment, to push away the seriousness of what we were going to do.

"Amy Valentine," she said, untangling her arms and legs while I held
her hips and helped her stand up slowly.

"Do you like that name?" I asked, staring at Amy's pussy, just inches
from my face now.

"Yeah," she whispered. "I always liked it."

Water ran down Amy's pink skin and the faint remains of her bubble
bath stained her like spilled milk, but I only had eyes for the
beautiful cleft of her preteen sex. Her pubis was pronounced and fat
above her slit and I leaned forward to kiss it. Amy giggled, watching
me as I pulled the girl to my mouth. I kissed the soft skin just above
her baby clitoris, then the tiny knot of flesh itself. That made her
gasp and jerk slightly as my tongue tickled her still sensitive clit.
I kissed lower as well, Amy spreading her legs awkwardly in the tub,
bending her knees and opening her pussy for my tongue.

I French kissed the twelve-year-old girl's sex with all the gentle
patience I could muster. I slipped my hands back to her ass, grabbing
the firm flesh in my fingers and squeezing her. I wriggled my tongue
between her labia, those wonderfully small pussy lips that had emerged
shyly from the furrow of her pussy. I licked and suckled Amy's private
place while she moaned and held my head with her fingers twisting in
my hair. She hadn't expected this and now she didn't want me to stop.
Having her pussy eaten for the first time must have been a real treat
and I did it as well as I could, believe me. It was all about her and
I was pleased to find the girl selfish for my attentions.

I tasted the weak, soapy flavor of the bubble bath, but it was barely
noticeable really. I found Amy's flavor much more potent, almost
surprising because she was such a small girl, as if that had anything
to do with it. The orgasm she'd had was obvious though and larger than
life as I found the rich tang of her juices oily and sharp on my
tongue, but nothing about the girl was unpleasant. I swallowed what
remained of her cum as quickly as I could gather it with my tongue.
Drinking the essence of my young lover thrilled me and if I didn't get
my cock inside her soon, I thought I'd explode with desire.

There could be no stopping though, not after I'd started Amy's motor
once more, so to speak. She was looking for another orgasm, standing
knee deep in cool bath water while I sat between her feet, kissing and
licking her pussy. Amy had her eyes on me all the while, refusing to
close them or look away while I mouthed her sex. I know this because I
kept my eyes turned upward so much as I could, staring along the
length of her body to see the pleasure on her face. She watched me
service her, surrendering my desires to please her own. I only wanted
to show her that nothing was more important to me than what she
wanted.

Perhaps that brought the girl off as much as anything my lips and
tongue were doing, I don't know. I like to think so because Amy had
never been a dull child, she was bright and blessed with a balance
between the heart and mind that complimented her physical beauty
perfectly. I think she found as much pleasure in coming to understand
our love, as she did in the physical joy of its consummation.

Either way, for the moment I was much too busy lapping at the sexy
sauce pouring from Amy's virgin pussy to worry about anything else.
The little girl was a rainmaker, I swear. She came a lot and rode my
face like she'd just gotten a new pony! It seemed funny when I was
able to look back on our sex in retrospect, but at the time Amy was
grinding her swollen cunt against my mouth and chin, even my nose, as
if possessed by some little sex demon. I didn't complain, quite the
opposite, I worked her pussy as hard as I could, filling the bathroom
with loud, wet, lip-smacking noises. I'd licked other girls before,
but this seemed somehow different. Amy, as I was constantly learning,
wasn't like other girls.

I had Amy in bed by ten, but just barely and almost certainly not in
the way her parents would have imagined. We'd spent two hours in the
bathroom? I had to be crazy. Where had that time gone? We'd only
kissed, mostly, made out and touched each other and it had gone by in
an instant. I'd thought it was nine o'clock maybe, at the latest, but
my watch said ten minutes before ten when I carried Amy into her
bedroom.

She was flushed and still breathing hard from the second or maybe even
third orgasm of her young life, and clinging to my neck. I'd wrapped
Amy in a towel and now I unrolled the girl onto her bed. She giggled
and smiled and lay there on her back shamelessly. She wasn't hiding
from me and though I saw some small hint of shyness in her smile, she
gave herself to me completely. Her arms were spread wide and I saw her
breasts and hard nipples inviting me for a kiss and nibble and urgent
sucking. Her legs were bent at the knees and opened enough that I
could see her immature pussy ready to be taken.

Amy's pussy lips were swollen now and dark, but hardly large. Her
clitty was just a bit of flesh quivering in its soft sheath. The girl
looked so ready for my cock and I forced myself to appreciate the
moment. I stood there at the side of her bed, stroking my erection in
my fist and I couldn't do that for long or I'd certainly cum. I'd
spray my load all over the girl if I wasn't careful and I'll admit
that the perverse idea of jerking off on my twelve-year-old girlfriend
was one I found entirely thrilling. Amy would let me do it too, I knew
that. She'd be willing to let me do anything right then and I wanted
to fuck her.

I moved between her legs, slowly and deliberately, keeping my gaze on
her smiling face. Amy widened her legs even further, spreading eagerly
for me as I covered the girl with my body. She was delightfully small,
half my size if even that, and I lay above her, resting on my elbows
and kissing her lips. We might have spoken, but if we did they were
the same words we'd been whispering all night. Promises of love,
breathless secrets revealed about our feelings, the ones she'd held
inside for far too long. The ones I'd only become aware of that very
evening.

I reached between us and found my aching prick in my fist and brought
the tip to Amy's sex. I rubbed the head up and down her pussy, feeling
only indistinctly her wet labia as they split beneath the glans. Amy
was tiny down there, of course, being still a child in so many ways,
and a virgin as well. The girl had only barely taken the tip of my
finger, and just enough of that so that I could feel for myself the
thin barrier of her hymen waiting to be torn. I understood that this
would hurt and the fact that it was unavoidable couldn't appease my
apprehension. The idea of making Amy cry was a pain in my chest, but I
had to have her. I'd grown selfish finally, and now it was Amy's turn
to surrender.

"Really slow, okay?" I whispered and she wouldn't speak, but only
nodded as I found the entrance to Amy's womb and pushed gently.

She hitched a sharp breath and I paused, hardly inside the girl at
all. When Amy let the air go I pushed again, harder this time, and
covered her mouth with mine. Amy stiffened and I felt her fingernails
in my back as she pulled against me. Her knees came up, with her
thighs still wide around my hips, and I felt her pussy giving
reluctant way before my cock. Her hymen was so close to the entrance
that I think just pressing head of my cock between her labia was
enough to tear that thin membrane. The real barrier was simply her
small size and I paused and gave the girl another breath, kissing her
eyes and then taking her as I had to.

"Oh!" she gasped, loud and sharp and that was all. A yelp as much as
anything else and I thrust my cock through Amy's hymen. It may have
stretched, but only for an instant, and then I was through it. My cock
surged several inches deep all at once, surprising both of us, and
that was perhaps worse than breaking her hymen had been. Amy shuddered
and lifted her head off the mattress, pressing her chin to my
shoulder. Her mouth was open and silent, the breath in her small body
caught and unable to escape. I pulled back to ease the pressure and
Amy collapsed with a soft whoosh of air, and then she began breathing
once again.

Amy's eyes were wet and I kissed her salty tears, moving my lips back
and forth across her cheeks. I moved my cock inside her, but no deeper
than I'd been before, just a few inches in and out of her pussy. She
nodded bravely and tried to smile, telling me it was okay. Amy loved
me still and forgave me, and told me it wasn't so bad. But I didn't
believe her and I apologized over and over. It was beautiful though, I
must admit honestly, the act of taking Amy's virginity, of bringing
her from childhood into adulthood, was a beautiful thing and I loved
her for letting me do it.

My cock moved more easily then and I began to work it deeper,
stretching the girl as I found the recesses of her vagina. The soft
tissue there resisted at first, trying to keep me out and we kissed
through the pain. Amy's arms were around my neck and she held me
tightly, pulling me against her. The girl wasn't pushing me away, or
fighting the penetration of my cock; she accepted it and urged me to
fill her young pussy completely. Her legs had gone around my waist and
her heels dug into my back. When I pushed into her, Amy would pull me
hard, her body growing tight like a coiled spring. When I pulled back,
the girl would relax and take a deep breath, returning my kisses with
passion.

After several minutes, as I was about to explode inside my young
lover, I found the very bottom of her vagina with my cock. I grunted
softly into Amy's mouth and she jerked with surprise when that new and
unexpected sensation filled her. I was inside the girl as deeply as
possible and I held her like that, panting while my orgasm erupted
inside Amy's trembling body. I couldn't move. The pleasure left me
paralyzed as my balls jerked in their sack, my cock feeling twice as
large as it could ever possibly be.

Amy's vaginal muscles clamped down around me and I felt them flutter
with tiny spasms. She wasn't cumming with me, not really, but her body
knew what was going on as my cock strained to fill the girl with my
useless seed. I poured semen into her willing fertile womb, groaning
with the pure pleasure of the moment, but I knew that our union was
safe and harmless. That night with Amy had been my first after getting
a vasectomy.

The realization that I couldn't father a child inside the girl I loved
so much was a strange and almost bitter sensation. I didn't expect it
and I found myself kissing her desperately, apologizing silently for a
decision I'd had to make. We couldn't have risked pregnancy in any
event, but that wasn't the point. I felt something else. A regret, I
thought, a momentary disappointment that reached into the unknown
future. It became a secret between us then, our only secret and one
that I've kept ever since.

"Did you feel that?" I asked Amy a few minutes later, because it had
been a long, very long orgasm after so many hours spent waiting for
it.

"Yeah. I think so." She nodded, smiling and no longer crying. Her pain
had passed, or some of it anyway, and she'd taken me all the way
inside her. "It feels nice."

"It's nice for me too." I laughed softly, giddy with happiness as I
kissed her again.

"We can do this more, right?" she asked and I nodded.

"Whenever you want to," I agreed. "We're getting married, remember?"

"I love you," Amy whispered and I wanted to give those words back to
her a thousand times over.

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

"How are you feeling?" I asked Amy over the phone.

It was the next morning and I hadn't spent the night at the Kings'
house. I'd felt nervous and self-conscious when Amy's parents had
gotten home. I'd bathed Amy with a washcloth and frowned at the blood,
but there wasn't too much, only enough to make me unhappy at the
realization that I'd had to hurt her that way. I'd remade her bed and
dressed the girl in panties and a nightgown. I'd thrown the stained
comforter and towels into the washing machine and then lain down with
Amy. We talked about silly and unimportant things until she'd fallen
asleep, fighting it as long as she could so that she could stay with
me.

I'd cleaned everything, perhaps the way a guilty person feels he has
to, but certainly out of a sense of self-preservation as well. I
wondered if I wasn't crazy for what I'd done. Jake and Betty were our
next door neighbors and my parents' best friends. Amy was like a
daughter to my mom and dad; I was like a son to her parents. I'd
betrayed them, both of our families, but another voice told me that I
hadn't betrayed Amy. I'd been honest with her and I'd done and said
nothing to the girl that wasn't truthful.

It was a comforting thought and one I could live with, but it didn't
make it any easier to face our parents and I worried over Amy. Things
look different in the morning sometimes, especially for a young girl
waking up alone, feeling the ache between her legs where her virginity
had been. I'd hardly slept at all and I knew I should have accepted
the offer to sleep over just to be there when Amy awoke.

"Are you feeling okay?" I repeated my concern and wished I was there,
with Amy in her bed. I just wanted to see her and hold her.

"Yeah!" She giggled and shared none of my concern or fear. "I mean, it
kinda hurts though. Like I got kicked or something."

"Hmmm," I sighed. "I'm sorry, Amy."

"I'm not!" She laughed again. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just really miss you."

"Me too," Amy agreed. "My mom asked me how come we made all that
popcorn and didn't eat none of it."

"Oh!" I laughed. "Uh, I guess I forgot about that. What did you say?"

"Just that we weren't hungry," her voice shrugged. "She said, since
when do you gotta be hungry to eat popcorn?"

"Oh man." I rolled my eyes and that was Amy's mom all over.

"She's pretty weird sometimes," Amy decided. "Are you gonna come
over?"

"I want to, yeah, but..." I drew a breath. "I'm not sure what I'd say."

"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "Just come over! I wanna see you!"

"Hmmm, yeah, maybe," I said slowly, the enthusiasm in her voice seemed
to tug at my soul. "I want to see you too."

"I love you, Jack," she whispered.

"I love you too, Amy," I whispered back.

"You're gonna marry me."

"Yeah, I am. If you don't change your mind."

"I'm not," she said seriously. "Not in a million years!"

"Hmmm..." I teased her. "Probably you're gonna meet some other boy and..."

"I am not!" she gasped. "I told you, I loved you like forever
already."

"I know," I said. "I'll come over okay? In a little bit, I'll...Yeah. I
want to see you, Amy."

"Me too," she said softly. "You don't gotta be shy, you know."

"I know," I agreed. "I'll see you in a little bit, okay?"

"Kay," Amy said. "I love you."

"I love you."

I did see Amy, every day until Christmas. I'd go to her house, making
excuses at first, and gradually realizing I didn't have to. Jake or
Betty, whoever happened to open the door when I knocked, would just
smile and yell for Amy, telling her that I was there. We made out
every chance we got, usually in her room while we pretended to watch a
video. We never went past kissing though, except for some petting
through our clothes. It was enough to be with her and just smell her
hair and skin, to feel her under my fingers and taste her sweet
mouth.

I'd fallen in love and so had she, and for all our efforts to hide it...

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

Epilogue


"Are you going over to see Amy again today?" Mom asked, spooning some
scrambled eggs onto my plate.

"Yeah. I think so," I said cautiously. "It's pretty fun hanging out
with her."

"Hanging out with Amy?" Dad looked at me over his coffee cup. "That
what you call it?"

"Oh shush! And eat your bagel," Mom said. "I think it's sweet, Jack
and Amy getting along like they are."

"The girl calls fifteen times a day." He cocked an eyebrow. "The hell
you two talk about anyway?"

"Uh, I dunno." I shrugged and gave Dad my best grin. "Stuff."

"Stuff," he said doubtfully. "That figures. You be careful with a girl
like that, Jack."

"Why's that?" I wondered, making room as Mom sat down at the table
with us.

"I'm just saying, you make a promise to a girl like Amy and she won't
forget it."

"Promise?" I swallowed hard, wondering where that word had come from.

"Oh, never mind him." Mom patted my arm. "Betty told me that Amy
adores you. She said Amy just glows now."

"Hmph," Dad grunted. "Jack's got himself a little glow too, or haven't
you noticed?"

"I do?" I looked back and forth as my parents seemed to forget I was
there.

"I've noticed," Mom replied happily. "So I think you can stop being so
grumpy all the time."

"Maybe you oughta pass that ring along," Dad suggested. "Before you
forget."

"Ring?" I blinked at him.

"Your mother's getting forgetful in her old age," he said and Mom
rolled her eyes.

"I haven't forgotten, I was just waiting for the right time," she
explained.

"What ring, Mom?" I asked.

"Oh. Well, I was thinking I'd give you my mother's engagement ring,"
she said. "It's just a little one. You've seen it. She wanted me to
give it to my daughter, but..."

"Grandma's ring?" I narrowed my eyes, not really understanding where
this conversation had come from or where it was headed.

"I just thought that you might want to have it." Mom stroked my arm
and smiled. "In case you happen to meet the right girl and, you know..."

"Oh." I nodded slowly.

"Course it might be too big for the right girl," Dad said with a
chuckle as he looked at me. "Your Grandma Pruitt had some big fingers,
Jack."

"Oh shush!" Mom slapped at his shoulder. "Mama didn't have big
fingers. And if it's too big, well, I'm sure Jack can take it to a
jeweler. Right?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah," I said cautiously. "I guess I can."

"I'll get it out and...Say, why don't you show it to Amy?" Mom
suggested. "She might like to see it."

"Amy?" I swallowed hard and understanding was coming, but only slowly
and it made no sense at all.

"Good idea," Dad agreed. "Better find a box for it though."

"Hmmm..." Mom nodded and I started wondering if I was still asleep.

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

"Jack..." Mr. King opened the door the day after Christmas, a day I
would never, ever forget. "Just the man I was looking for."

"Uh, okay." I smiled and kicked the bit of snow that had fallen the
night before off my shoes. He waited patiently while I stepped inside
and removed them, as was the custom in both our houses.

"Have a seat." Mr. King gestured towards the sofa in the living room
and the house was strangely quiet, although I knew Betty and Amy were
both home.

"Yes sir." I cleared my throat and my heart was going then.

Some adrenaline hit me hard as I sensed something out of the ordinary
going on and I had plenty of reason to fear anything that wasn't
normal. The ring in my pocket merely added to my unease. My mom had
insisted I bring it with me on my visit to Amy that afternoon, and
exactly what I was supposed to do with it still confused me. Common
sense told me I couldn't just show Amy the engagement ring; I'd have
to give it to her. She'd expect that, as any girl would, and then I'd
have to explain why to our parents, and then...

"You may not know it, Jack, but I'm a big history buff," Mr. King said
after he'd gotten comfortable in his recliner.

"No...I didn't know that," I said, sitting on the edge of the sofa and
trying to find something to do with my nervous hands.

"Yep." He nodded. "Frontier history mostly, you know, before the
revolution. Daniel Boone, Jim Bridger, men like that. Fascinating
stuff."

"Sure. Yeah," I agreed.

"You know, back in those days, people grew up quick," he said. "They
had to, see? People didn't live as long. There was a lot of work to
do. Hard work. A lot of land and not enough people."

"Uh..." I shrugged, feeling rather lost.

"So, a man like yourself, Jack, young and strong, he'd often find
himself staking a claim in the wilderness," Mr. King continued. "Clear
some land and build a cabin, plant some crops and get some livestock
maybe."

"Sure." I nodded, and I wasn't just humoring him. I listened
carefully, believe me.

"He'd have to find himself a wife too and in those days, well..." he
chuckled, "...it isn't like today, I'll tell you that much. Once a girl
was old enough to have babies, she was old enough for the wedding bed.
You know what I mean?"

"Ahhh..."

"A girl sixteen years old would be an old maid if she wasn't careful,"
Mr. King said. "Thirteen was a good age for a wife, generally."

"I...Mr. King..." I swallowed hard.

"Even twelve wasn't so bad, if the girl was smart. Mature for her age,
you might say." He smiled at me. "But things change. We've got
satellite TV now. We've got supermarkets and microwave ovens. Hell,
son, we've even got remote controlled lawnmowers. You seen those?"

"What? No...Um..."

"Ahhh..." Mr. King waved a hand dismissively. "Don't matter much anyway,
except to say I wish I lived in those days instead of these. I bet you
do too, huh, Jack?"

"I..."

"Considering you want to marry my little girl," he finished, staring
hard into my eyes. "Or was that just a lot of talk to get her panties
down?"

"Uh..." I was burning up, red as a sunset and feeling just as low. "Mr.
King...Sir, um...I love Amy."

"Okay," he said, cocking his head as if waiting for more, but anything
I might think of would just dig my grave that much deeper, I was sure.

"I, uh...I'm not trying to hurt her," I said, clearing my throat and
telling myself I had to speak up. "I promised to marry Amy on her
eighteenth birthday and...Yeah. That's what I want...We want, I mean."

"And you didn't feel like talking to me about it first?" Mr. King
asked, making it sound like that would have been the reasonable thing
for me to do before fucking his only daughter.

"I'm sorry, I..." I blinked rapidly and swallowed hard. I had no clue
what he wanted from me except maybe some misery before I died.

"Back in the day, a man wouldn't even talk to the girl he fancied," he
said. "He'd go to her father and ask for her hand. Ask for permission
to court the girl, understand?"

"Yes sir." I nodded quickly.

"So?" He stared at me and it took a second to realize what he wanted.

"Uh, Mr. King..." I said slowly. "I'd, uh...I'd like permission to...court...
Amy. If that would, um...be okay with you. Sir."

"Good." The man actually smiled and leaned forward so quickly I
actually jerked back, thinking he was about to hit me. "I'll give you
my permission, Jack, so long as you don't ever give my little girl
cause to cry."

"Yes sir," I said, feeling numb by this point.

"Again, I mean." He almost smiled. "I understand the first time is a
little...You know."

"Uh..." I swallowed so loudly that they probably heard it in Japan.

"You hurt my little girl, Jack," he said softly, "and I'll come
looking for you."

"I'd never hurt her," I promised, and that was an easy one to make as
I gave the man my eyes, wanting him to see the truth there.

"Well then..." He shrugged and extended his hand. "That settles it,
don't it?"

"Yeah," I agreed, shaking his hand and he had a strong grip, believe
me. "I guess it does."

"Welcome to the family, boy," Mr. King said. "I'm proud of you."

"Jack! I'm so happy for you!" Betty's smile was overpowering as she
filled the room. She must have been around the corner listening and I
wondered if Amy had overheard us as well.

"Hi." I blinked at her and flexed my fingers with a small grimace.

"Was Jake being mean?" She frowned at her husband and Mr. King gave me
an apologetic look. "He was just teasing you."

"They call that man talk, woman," Mr. King clarified, and I had little
doubt he meant what he'd said about making Amy cry. "But, I'm sorry if
I came on a little too strong there."

"Uh, no...Um, that's...Okay," I said.

"We just knew that once you and Amy got together..." Betty said happily.

"What?" I stared at the woman.

"...you'd realize that you're just perfect for each other!" she
continued. "Jake didn't believe us and your father, well..." she rolled
her eyes, "...you know how he is."

"I don't understand," I said. "He didn't believe who?"

"Well, your mother and me, of course!" Betty laughed and she had me by
the arm, pulling me out of the room and towards the stairs. "Amy was
so worried that you didn't like her, she was almost in tears the night
you came over."

"She...was?" I felt sorta dizzy.

"Oh yes, Jack!" Betty shook her head at her daughter's silly behavior.
"I told her all she had to do was be herself. That you're the man
she's meant for."

"And my mom and dad..."

"Your mother and I saw it a long time ago, when you were just a little
boy and Amy was a baby," Betty said. "We decided then that you and Amy
were going to be married someday. Don't ask me how we knew...We just
did! Mothers always know!"

"But she's only twelve," I said, climbing the stairs slowly.

"But you're not!" Betty said matter of factly. "You're eighteen
already, almost nineteen, and we weren't going to wait around for you
to marry someone else."

"You weren't?"

"Nope!" She grinned at me, tugging my arm impatiently. "It was now or
never, Jack. I can't tell you how happy we all are. Even your father."

"My dad..."

"He thought you were a little, uh...light in the loafers," Betty said,
lowering her voice with a giggle. "But now he knows. You just needed
to meet the right girl."

"Right." I nodded and this felt like a really weird dream.

"Anyway, until you have to go back to college, you just stay here with
Amy, okay?" Betty said as we stood outside Amy's bedroom door. "Or she
can stay over with you too. We don't mind, Jack. We know you'll take
good care of her."

"Stay with me?" I asked.

"You're engaged now," Betty said happily. "We're not so old that we
forgot what it's like to be in love. We'd rather have her safe and
warm and in her bed with you, than sneaking out into the snow some
night."

"Sneaking out?" I laughed and Betty had already opened the bedroom
door. "I'd never ask her to..."

"Amy?" Betty smiled. "Jack's here. He's going to spend the night, I
think."

"Jack!" Amy made me forget about everything else as she bounced off
her bed and literally jumped into my arms.

Whatever I might have expected, it wasn't to be holding an armful of
wriggling, half-naked twelve-year-old girl in front of her mother. Amy
didn't seem to care at all and she kissed me eagerly, pressing her
mouth to mine and pushing her tongue between my lips. Her arms were
around my neck and I'd had no choice except to catch her butt in my
hands. I held her up as Amy's legs went around my waist and my cock
seemed to be the only part of me not confused. It was hard as a rock
just then.

"I thought I told you to get dressed before Jack came over?" Betty
clucked her tongue.

Amy wore only a pair of thin white panties and a faded t-shirt, baby
blue and tight around her slender body. She looked and felt
unbelievably sexy and the idea that her mother was watching me cuddle
this little girl was a new and startling pleasure all its own. The
genuine approval on Betty's face convinced me that I'd made the right
choice. That she and my mom had known something all along that they
had to let us discover for ourselves.

"I'm not sore anymore," Amy said, ignoring her mother as she smiled
into my face. "It feels good down there again."

"Uhhh...Okay." I know I blushed and glanced over my shoulder.

"Well, she's your problem now," Betty said with a shrug. "You'd better
get used to it, Jack. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"Alright." I agreed and she gave me a kiss on the cheek as Amy watched
and giggled.

"Welcome to the family," Betty told me and then lowered her voice
slightly. "And be gentle. She's still sore, no matter what she says."

"Mom!" Amy pouted and then looked at me. "I'm not that sore and
anyway, you're gonna kiss me down there again, right? That felt so
good!"

"Uh..." I smiled sheepishly at Amy's mother. She gave me a knowing smile
and pulled the bedroom door closed behind her.



end
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