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How R.B. Miller Got His Name
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

This story started out being named "Only A Little" 
You'll see why when you read it. But when best friends 
get entangled; discovering love and passion together, 
which puts their futures in question, you have to ask 
what will happen if she gets pregnant? And what would 
they name their baby anyway? (MF-teens, 1st, humor, 
rom, preg)
 
***

Katie and I had been friends ever since we were babies. 
We lived in a small town, where there was really 
nothing much to do, so she and I spent virtually all 
our free time together growing up. There was no secrecy 
between us. We literally knew everything about each 
other. 

We had grown up swimming in the creek and had only 
started wearing suits when our parents, for some 
reason, decided we were too big to see each other naked 
any more. I remember we talked about that when it 
happened. We thought they were stupid and more often 
than not we left our suits on the bank while we swam. 
I'll never forget the first time she left her suit 
bottoms on and went in the water.

"What's up?" I asked, standing in water up to my knees. 
My flaccid penis was hanging down unabashedly between 
my thighs.

"Oh, I started having my first period Tuesday," she 
groaned. "This is such a pain." Then she explained to 
me all about what a girl had to do when her period was 
going on. I just felt sorry for her. That's how close 
we were. But after that, because she had to wear her 
suit, I kept mine on too. It just seemed fair.

Then there was the first time her mother made her wear 
a bra. She complained to me about it until I told her 
my dad had made me start wearing a jock strap during 
sports. She made me show her one before she believed 
me.

Now we were sixteen. I was known as a geek in school, 
but it didn't really bother me because being a geek 
wasn't really a bad thing. It just meant you weren't a 
jock or a preppie and you got good grades.

Katie, on the other hand, was a babe. I guess I hadn't 
really noticed it because I was so close to her, but 
over the last couple of years her body had really 
changed. I remember the first time I noticed her as a 
"girl" rather than as "Just Katie". 

We were sitting under a tree in the pasture, each of us 
reading a book and she stood up to stretch. The sun was 
going down and was behind her. Suddenly I could see 
through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. Her arms 
were up over her head and her chest was sticking out. 
She had breasts! Pretty nice ones too, with nipples and 
everything! 

"Of course she has breasts," I said to myself, "She IS 
a girl after all!" My gaze immediately fell to her gym 
shorts, which were tight and hugged her hips. They had 
pulled up tight between her legs and I could see what I 
thought must be her pussy lips. I suddenly remembered a 
term I had heard some of the guys throwing around - 
"Camel Toe." Then I was shocked to feel my penis 
twitch! 

"What are YOU looking at?" Katie said, staring at me. 
My gaze went up to her face. She had an odd look. 
"Um... nothing... I was just thinking." I stammered 
back. I think I blushed or something because she came 
right back on me. "You were staring at ME. Why? What's 
wrong?" She started looking down at herself and turning 
around, trying to see what I had been staring at. This 
just showed me more of her breasts. My dick twitched 
again and started getting hard. This was embarrassing. 
I put my book down in my lap.

"I wasn't staring at you" I said. I was just staring. 
You know. Off in space?" 

I thought it was worth a try, but she knew me too well. 
"Yes you were staring at me. I've never seen you look 
at me like that before. That's the way some of the 
jocks look at me... Oh my," she ended. Now she was 
staring at ME.

I had to fess up. "Well, the sun was sort of shining 
through your shirt... and your shirt's kind of thin... 
and I guess it's been a long time since I saw those 
parts of you... I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by 
it."

She looked down at herself again. Then back at me. Then 
down at my crotch. I was REALLY glad my book was there. 
I knew she'd be pissed at me if she knew what my dick 
was doing.

She sat back down and picked up her own book and 
started reading again. I stole glances at her out of 
the side of my eyes, but couldn't pick up the book 
again yet. 

"Aren't you going to read some more?" she asked 
casually. Too casually. I knew I was busted.

"No," I replied. "I'm tired of reading. And I'm hungry. 
I'm going home." I got up quickly and started off 
through the pasture. 

I had a good fifty yard lead on her when I heard her 
yelling. "Bobby Miller, you wait for me." She came 
running up beside me, panting just a little. That just 
made those newly discovered boobs move around in front 
of my gaze. 

I had managed to push my dick to one side, so it wasn't 
too visible and I looked away. I had just barely dodged 
a bullet and I wanted it to stay that way. But I saw 
her glance at the front of my pants as we went on home. 
I couldn't remember any other time she had made it a 
point to look there, not counting the jock strap thing.

There was a subtle change between us after that day. I 
couldn't be around her any more without thinking of her 
as a woman, and not "Just Katie". And she changed the 
way she acted around me too. I know she did. She 
started dressing different for one thing. Around me she 
had always worn jeans and flannel shirts, or cutoffs 
and T shirts, or overalls, stuff like that. 

Now she started wearing skirts and blouses a lot. And 
her cutoffs got shorter somehow. She cut the sleeves 
off of her T shirts and cut some off the bottom off 
them too, so her navel showed. And she didn't wear bras 
when she was around me. I checked, a couple of times. 
I'd find an excuse to put my hand on her back, and 
there was no bra there. I decided she was teasing me. 
Paying me back for looking at her like I had.

School was about to start in two weeks. Our Senior 
year. Only nine more months before ... what? I had no 
idea what I'd do, much less what Katie would do. Lots 
of the kids talked about going to college, but neither 
Katie nor I had the money to do that, and never would. 
I could work for my dad at the feed store and make 
decent money, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that.

It was fall, and the harvest was on. I had been driving 
combine for old Mr. Miller who had four thousand acres 
of wheat, and Katie had been hired on to help feed the 
crew. We had finished up early and were ahead of 
schedule to begin with. There was no rain in the 
forecast either. Nobody wanted to move on to the next 
field, so we had supper and then drifted off to spend 
an evening having fun instead of working. 

Katie came up to me and said, "I'm going swimming down 
at the creek. You wanna come?" 

"Sure" I said back. "But my suit is at home." 

She cocked an eye at me. "We never used to use suits as 
I recall. You've seen me naked plenty of times."

Now I'm no worldly man, but I knew a trap when I saw 
one. 

If I was to say, "Great, let's get naked," I'd be in 
trouble. If I said, "No way I'm stripping in front of 
you," I'd be in trouble. 

I'm also not stupid. "Well, if it's OK with you then I 
guess it's OK with me." Hah! Bet she didn't think I'd 
get around her little trap.

But she didn't say a thing, just started off across the 
field toward the creek. We were both hot and sweaty. 
September in Oklahoma is a chore. We got to the same 
tree we had been reading under that time and she 
started peeling down like she'd done it a million 
times. Off with her shirt, no bra, cutoffs unbuttoned 
and dropped like a stone. 

She bent over and skinned her panties down and presto, 
she was naked as a jaybird while I stood there fully 
dressed, staring at the most gorgeous sight I had ever 
laid eyes on. Nice round breasts, with nipples so pink 
you might not even see them from very far away. Her 
head hair had always been golden wheat colored, and I 
noticed her pubic hair was exactly the same color. I 
could just barely see two plump labia sticking out 
under that thatch of blond hair.

Presto, my peter bounced up into my pants, straining to 
stand up. I actually had to bend over a little because 
it hurt. She must have thought I was bending over to 
take off my own shorts, because she just said "See you 
in the water" and took off to the creek.

Now what was I going to do? The only way that prick 
would go down was if I jacked it off good and proper, 
and there was no way I could do that in these 
circumstances. So I thought and thought and decided 
that if I could just get to the water I could stay 
under until things "improved". So I got naked my own 
self and, carrying my clothes strategically, went to 
the creek.

"What are you doing?" Katie yelled at me.

"As anybody could plainly see, I'm going swimming in 
the creek," I growled back.

"Not with your clothes like that you're not," she 
pointed out. I suddenly knew how I'd been set up. She 
knew what was going to happen to me and she did this 
all on purpose. I started to get pissed. She was 
messing with my head. So I dropped the clothes and just 
stood there.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked 
sarcastically.

She just stood there in the water, her wet breasts 
dripping. "Oh my," she said simply.

It was my turn to tease her. "Take a good look. It's 
been this way for a couple of months because of all the 
stuff you've been doing to me. This is all your fault, 
you know. I hope you're happy now." 

I actually got myself worked up to the point that all I 
wanted to do was go home, beat off and go to sleep. I 
turned around, bent over to grab my clothes and started 
to walk off.

"Bobby Miller! You get back here right this instant!" I 
heard her yell from the water. 

I stopped and turned around. 

"What?" I yelled. 

She came charging out of the water, her glorious body 
jiggling as she stalked toward me. She came right up to 
me and stood not ten inches away. I know she was at 
least that far because my dick stuck out six inches and 
it didn't touch her. 

"Are you my best friend or not?" she asked, leaning her 
face toward me. 

Now I was confused. This wasn't the way I had thought 
things would go. "Well, yeah," I said. 

"Of course you are." She leaned even closer and this 
time she was LESS than six inches from me, cause she 
touched me. 

And the part of her that was touching me was soft and 
furry. 

I felt a sudden tightness in my groin that I knew meant 
something very, very bad might happen soon. 

"Then you get down to that creek and you go swimming 
with your best friend... got it?" 

And then, to my utmost amazement, her right hand 
grabbed my stiff peter and she PULLED me toward the 
water like it was a leash or something!

Now try to imagine this. A beautiful naked girl has her 
hand wrapped around your dick and is pulling you along. 
In the process her gait is slightly different than your 
own, which means her hand slides up and down your dick 
a little. Put her white naked buttocks right in front 
of your eyes, swaying as she walks. 

Good. You understand.

I shot ropes of spermy mess all over those soft white 
buttocks. 

She felt it, looked around, saw the mess... AND 
LAUGHED! Then she let go of me, put my face between her 
hands (one of which was covered with spermy mess) and 
KISSED me right on the lips! "You are so sweet," she 
said, and then pulled me, this time by my hand, to the 
creek. 

We got in and I felt her splashing water on my crotch. 
"Got to clean you up" she said, matter-of-factly. "Now 
you do me" and she turned her sperm covered buns to me. 
In a trance I scooped up water and splashed it on her, 
washing my mess off, caressing the globes I had so 
recently decorated with my manly spooge.

Then, like nothing had happened, we just swam for a 
while. We got cooled off and it started to get dark. I 
found Katie standing beside me in the deep part of the 
creek, where the water was up to our necks. 

Suddenly she was facing me, her nipples grazing my 
chest. "Bobby, have you ever kissed a girl?" I thought 
about the one and only kiss I had ever had from a girl, 
the one I had had about half an hour before. 

"Just once," I said. "About half an hour ago." 

She giggled, "Well, actually, I kissed you. You didn't 
exactly kiss me." I knew she was teasing me again, but 
this time it seemed more serious somehow. "Did you like 
it?" she asked. Her voice sounded less sure now. 

Now what kind of question was that? What guy, when 
kissed by a naked girl, says, "Now just hold on there 
missy, I'm just not so sure I like that."

Suddenly I knew if I said I didn't it would hurt her. 
That was the last thing in the world I wanted to do. "I 
don't know," I said. I saw her shoulders start to slump 
"It was so fast I didn't get a chance to evaluate it." 

Then I kissed HER. This was the real thing too. Not 
just a peck, but a real lip lock. We finally broke 
apart, breathing faster. "Um...yeah, it's kind of 
nice." I said. "But that's only the second time. Maybe 
it gets boring after a while. How would we know? Maybe 
we should try it again." I went on. 

She grinned, "I guess that would be OK, but only a 
little." 

So I kissed her again. This time I felt the tip of her 
tongue against my lips, so I stuck mine out too. Man! 
What a feeling. That kiss went on for ten minutes, I 
swear, and we had to stop because we were both out of 
breath. AND, during it, our bodies had somehow ended up 
pressed against each other. Her soft naked breasts were 
right up against my chest and my dick was pressing into 
her pubic hair. I suddenly realized I was hard again. 
Really hard. I got embarrassed all over again. She had 
to feel it, but she didn't move away. 

"You know, I have to admit something to you." she said. 
"I DID want to see your... um your... your thing..." 

I couldn't resist teasing her a little. "You mean my 
Penis? My dork? My big rampant boner?" 

She laughed and slapped at me, pushing me away. My big 
rampant boner slid out from between her legs and I 
suddenly was sorry I had made that happen. 

"OK, yes, I wanted to see your... your penis, OK?" She 
sounded less sure of herself again. I tried to make 
light of things. "Well, you certainly got your wish. 
You got way more than that as I recall." 

She pouted, "Well, yeah, I did get to see it, but only 
a little, and then... well, you know. Would it be OK 
if... I saw it again? Closer?" 

Like I said, I'm not stupid. I knew she wasn't just 
teasing me now. I hadn't had time to think about it, 
but I was pretty happy with the way things were going 
so far, so I said, "Sure." 

This time it was me who led her as we got out of the 
water. I got our clothes and made a sort of nest on the 
grass under the tree. I put her down on her knees and 
then stood in front of her with my hands on my hips. 
Rampant boner was not too bad a description for what 
she saw. 

"Wow," she said softly. Her hand came up and she put 
one finger on it, bending it down. When she let her 
finger slip off it bounced nicely. "If I touch it will 
it... you know" 

I smiled, "I think you're safe as long as you don't 
touch it too much." 

"OK," she said. "I'll only touch it a little." Her hand 
wrapped around it then, squeezing lightly, feeling the 
texture. It felt wonderful. "It looks way different 
than when we were little," she said. Suddenly she 
leaned forward and kissed the head. Her full soft lips 
parted slightly, allowing the head to slide between 
them.

It felt fantastic. I felt my groin tighten again, and 
knew a drop of clear stuff had just seeped out of the 
slit in the head. She pulled her head back, tasting. 
"You taste... yummy," she said. 

"Uh... thanks, but you need to stop now or..." 

"Oh!" she said and backed away. 

Now it was my turn. "Um, if I taste good, then you 
probably taste good too. Do you suppose I could?" She 
stood up and kissed me on the lips. Another lip lock. 

"Yeah, I think I'd like that. But only a little, OK?" 

I nodded and she lay down on the nest. When her knees 
came up and then fell apart, exposing her pussy to me, 
I felt the tightness in my groin grow and another drop 
of stuff leaked out. I got to my knees and, without any 
preliminaries I leaned in like a starving man going for 
a steak. I put my nose in her golden pussy. I licked up 
and down the whole slit. I sucked her labia into my 
mouth and then I found her pearly clitty and nibbled on 
it too. 

She was writhing and moaning from the get-go and inside 
of three minutes was whining. "Oh Bobby... Oh I feel so 
funny... what's happening to me? Owwww AAAIIIIEEE!" Her 
hips were lunging up off the ground now and I figured 
she was cumming. If this wasn't a woman's orgasm I 
didn't want to be around for one because it could get 
dangerous if it was wilder or more physical than this. 
She finally began calming down, saying "Ohhh Bobby Oh 
Bobby Oh Bobby" over and over again. 

And then she was pulling me up to kiss me again. These 
were long frantic passionate kisses. We were swapping 
spit like crazy and rubbing all over each other. At one 
point I felt the head of my peter dig into the mouth of 
her pussy and stick there. 

She jerked and froze and I pulled my face away from 
hers, looking in her eyes. "Is that your... prick?" The 
way she said it made said member lurch and her eyes 
widened. "It IS your prick isn't it Bobby? Your PRICK 
is poking my pussy isn't it Bobby? And it wants to go 
IN my pussy doesn't it Bobby?" 

All I could do was groan and then she said the sweetest 
words I have ever heard. "OK, Bobby, you can put it 
in... but just a little, OK?"

I groaned again and let some weight down, which pushed 
it into sweet tight flesh about two inches. Now it was 
her turn to groan. I didn't know much about virgins, 
except what I had heard on the street, but I knew that 
it hurt a girl the first time, or could, at least. 

She felt all slick and hot down there, which I thought 
must be a good thing, but I didn't want to hurt her. 
She was, after all, my best friend. So I stopped there 
and pulled back a little. I sort of fucked the first 
couple of inches of my dick into her several times. It 
felt glorious. She was moving her hips now. 

"Does it hurt?" I asked her. 

"It feels... strange," she said. "Can you put some more 
in? Just a little?" 

I was only too happy to comply and promptly sunk in to 
the three or four inch mark. I kept expecting to hit 
her cherry. 

It was like she was reading my mind. "I don't think I 
have my hymen any more" she said panting. "One time I 
stuck a... carrot... in there." I was astonished. She 
had never told me anything about that. "It hurt a lot, 
and the carrot was... reddish... when I took it out. I 
didn't do that again. I was afraid it would hurt again. 
But this feels... different... better." Her hips 
bounced up off the ground as she said "better".

So, knowing it felt "better" and wanting my best friend 
to be happy (well it SOUNDS good, doesn't it?) I leaned 
into her again. This time my balls bounced off of her 
buns. It felt incredible. 

I had to stop, this time because that tightness in my 
groin was warning me REALLY loud that if I kept moving 
some more very bad things were going to happen. Only 
this time it didn't feel like it would be such a bad 
thing. 

"We should probably stop now," I said panting. 

"Oh!" she said and I started to pull out. My goodness 
but that felt wonderful. I was leaking stuff now and it 
was going into her. When I was almost out I felt her 
hands on my butt, pulling me back into her. "Don't stop 
just now" she said gasping for breath "Could you stay 
in for just a little longer?" 

I was desperate now. "Katie, I can't stay in even one 
second longer if you don't want to have a baby in nine 
months." 

"OH!" she gasped. 

And her hands pulled harder as she dug her heels into 
the dirt beside our clothes and humped her pussy up, 
swallowing my rampant boner in one long gulp. 

Rampant boner knew just exactly what he was supposed to 
do. Everything worked just exactly like it was designed 
to work. Rampant boner's head plowed into her cervical 
opening and belched. This time the long strings of 
thick white - potent- sperm got the inside of her 
uterus all spermy. 

And not just a little. 

I groaned and released all control. Rampant boner took 
over and seeded her belly but good. She yipped, feeling 
all that hot wet sperm flooding her pussy and her hips 
went into overdrive. She writhed and went into that 
buck and bronco routine to the point I had to pin her 
to the ground with my dick just to be able to stay in 
her.

I have never felt anything that good.

When it was all over I felt bad. We had done something 
stupid. I tried to apologize, but she took my face in 
her hands again, kissed me again, and again said 
"You're so sweet."

Then she cuddled with me and told me how she wasn't mad 
at me, and kissed me some more and the next thing I 
knew I was up over her again and her hand was guiding 
me and... it was even better than before, because when 
it was time for me to pull out she kissed me and said I 
could leave it in her again.

Oddly enough, things didn't change all that radically 
for us after that. 

Except for her being pregnant, of course. 

Turns out she planned the whole thing. Waited until she 
thought she was a fertile as she was going to be and 
then lured me down to the creek. She confessed that she 
was afraid that I'd leave after school was over - she 
knew my grades were good enough for a scholarship - and 
she thought she'd just die if that happened. She said 
the baby was her way of keeping something of me with 
her forever. Like I'd go off on a scholarship and leave 
her with a child to raise.

Our parents were pissed, of course. Well, at least at 
first. They had known each other for as long as Katie 
and I had, and they were friends. When I offered to 
marry Katie and take the job at the feed mill all the 
parents insisted that the marriage was fine, but that 
College was important too. 

So that's how I ended up in college, studying 
agriculture, married to my best friend. She's a charmer 
and got a job at the university in the admissions 
office. Our parents help out a little. We don't have 
much, but then we don't need much more than each other.

The child? He doesn't have the kind of name that most 
kids have. While his mother was pushing him out into 
the hard cold world she said his name was going to be 
R. B. Miller. Just initials, no actual name. Lots of 
folks think it stands for "Robert Bobby" but I know 
better. 

It stands for...you guessed it... Rampant Boner. 

Doesn't she have a cute sense of humor?

END

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