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Brooke and Willow - 5
by Brody (no address provided)

***

A chance encounter with the store clerk had led to a 
surprising night of discovery and a promise of much 
more. Willow begins being a larger part of Darrin's life 
and even her mother approves of him. Things really heat 
up then. (Mf, ped, oral, 1st, rom)

***

Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does 
not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 
in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read 
this.

***

Chapter 5

Monday morning was overcast and raining with the threat 
of harder rain on and off throughout the day and I 
darkly thought how it somehow matched my mood. Yes, I 
had the sexiest time of my life the night before, but I 
had awaken with a deep brooding because I missed Willow. 
I hadn't seen her since Friday when I came home from 
work. "Even that was a short visit!" I thought to 
myself.

But then there was a knock on my door. As I went to see 
who it was, the doorbell rang.

"Willow? What's up?"

She smiled shyly and said, "Since it's raining, I was 
wondering if you could drive me to school this morning?"

"When do you have to be there?"

"Not till 8:15. But I can hang out there if ya' hafta go 
in earlier."

"C'mon in," I said, holding the door wide for her. 
"Looks like you're nearly soaked again."

"Not as bad as that first night." She laughed and 
smiled. Suddenly the room was brighter despite the gloom 
outdoors. "So when do you leave?"

"Usually around 7:30 or 7:40," I said, glancing at the 
clock. I knew that I could stall and come in a little 
later than usual since my boss gave us a little bit of 
flexibility. "But what do you say I leave at ten till 
eight today. and drive you right up to the main gate?"

She smiled and nodded.

"As long as you don't mind showing up in an old geeky 
vehicle."

"It's not bad," she laughed. "I kinda like pickup 
trucks. Plus it runs. I can't even drive yet."

"Why's that?" I knew part of the reason, but I wanted 
her to come clean about her age.

She set her backpack down and sloughed her coat off. "I 
wasn't exactly telling the truth 'bout my age."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't be sixteen till July. On the ninth."

"So you're nearly sixteen. That would explain the not 
driving thing."

"You're not upset?"

I shook my head. "I'm glad you told me. Now I can plan 
on getting you something for your birthday."

She rushed me and squeezed her body tightly against mine 
as she hugged me then she gently kissed my cheek. "Thank 
you, Darrin."

"Now what about your brothers? They need rides?"

"No. The bus comes for them. High school bus schedule is 
all weird since there are different start times. I just 
usually walk--it's not too far."

While she talked I took in her outfit: simple tee shirt, 
faded blue jeans, tennis shoes and I noticed an outline 
of a bra strap. I suppose things would escalate quickly 
if certain items were not in place. Her coat was worn 
but serviceable: dark blue, nylon, somewhat waterproof 
outside with a gray fuzzy lining inside.

She accepted my offer of toast and jam with a glass of 
milk and busily talked about her classes as I finished 
packing my lunch. "I really would like to skipped the 
whole high school thing sometimes and just go off to 
college somewhere."

I looked at her and nodded.

"There's such a waste of time and half the kids don't 
want to be there. I'd really like to learn but my 
educational opportunities are greatly diminished with 
the dim-witted douche-bags clogging all the teachers' 
time."

I laughed. Willow was a normal teen with normal teen 
vocabulary; but sometimes, like then, she could pull out 
a long-winded thought and pack it into colorful and 
advanced wording.

We left and I decided to hold the door open for her like 
she was on a special date. She blushed as she realized 
what I was doing.

As I backed out onto the street, she touched my knee and 
said softly, "That was real sweet."

"Just for you, ma'am!"

She laughed. I love her laugh!

"What tunes ya' got in here?" she asked as she flipped 
the radio on.

Classical music filled the cab. I'm fairly certain it 
was one of Bach's Brandenburg concertos. But the look on 
Willow's face was priceless. I'm sure she was expecting 
Rock or Pop or at least something with drums, guitar and 
bounce. Instead she took in foreign sounds and 
unfamiliar timbres.

Slowly a smile spread across her face. "This is that old 
fashion music like they used to play. Right?"

"Do you mean 'Classical Music' from the seventeenth 
century? Then, yes. Johann Sebastian Bach wrote that 
piece."

"Wow, I kinda like it. It sound bright and happy." 
Suddenly she pointed. "Oh, turn here. Shortcut. Avoid 
some traffic."

Small clumps of students were walking toward the high 
school. Many with umbrellas, a few without; just a 
raincoat with a hood.

"You can let me out here."

"But you're still a block away."

"I'm fine."

"Then, Willow, I want you to take this," I answered her, 
pulling my umbrella out. "You can get it back to me 
tonight."

Willow looked at the umbrella, then at my face. Her lips 
twitched a few times as she was processing her emotions. 
"Darrin, you are so stinkin' sweet. I'm not used to it."

"I hoping that maybe I can help you get used to it," I 
replied.

She took the umbrella from me then kissed me on the 
cheek and said, "Bye. See ya' tonight!"

And then she was out in the rain. She popped the 
umbrella open, waved at me then walked to school. I made 
a left turn and headed off to work, filled with joy and 
love at all that Willow was and was becoming to me. I 
felt her kiss on my cheek still as I parked at work and 
walked through the rain to my office.

I totally ignored Kathy's icy silence and Shelly's cold 
stares. I was buoyed up by the ebullient energy of 
Willow's joy and excitement. 

Coming home to find Willow waiting for me under the 
small eave line of my front porch brightened my day 
beyond measure. I hugged her as I unlocked my door and 
gently kissed her forehead. "So good to see you, 
Willow."

"I was thinking of you all day," she replied. 
"Especially since several classmates wondered who that 
was that I was kissing when I got dropped off. Oh, and 
here's your umbrella."

I took it from her hand. "So what'd you tell 'em?"

"I just said that you were a friend."

"I am," I replied.

"And a whole lot more," she answered and wrapped her 
arms around me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. It was 
the first time that she had kissed my lips on purpose. 
Always before, it was a peck on the cheek or a loving 
kiss on the face somewhere. But now, it was her first 
attempt at a romantic, sexy kiss. I was highly turned on 
by it and struggled not to show my sprouting woody.

We got very little actual studying done that night since 
we laughed and were generally giddy. I had not felt that 
free with anyone in years.

Friday after work, Willow met me at my door as I was 
carrying some stuff in. "My Mom wants to meet you."

An icy chill ran through my spine.

"No, it's okay," she went on. "I just brought home an A 
in Biology and a B on my math test. She wanted to know 
what was going on, so I told her. Now she wants to meet 
you."

"Okay. Let me set my stuff down."

A few minutes later I was crossing the street with 
Willow, wondering what sort of reception I was about to 
receive. Willow was fairly upbeat and talkative which 
gave me hope that things were okay.

Willow's mom met us at the door and smiled. She was very 
similar to Willow, albeit much more chunky and a little 
bit shorter. Her face was very similar as was her long 
hair.

"So you're Darrin?" she asked.

I nodded.

"I hafta thank you for helping her. That's an amazing 
jump in grades that she got. Did she tell ya'?"

I nodded again then she motioned us inside.

"And River tells me that you were playing Frisbee with 
'em Saturday before last. You seem like an okay sort of 
man. What's your angle?"

"Ma'am, I don't particularly have an angle yet. I just 
happened upon these two playing Frisbee and I was drawn 
into playing with them. It reminded me of my high school 
days. Then Willow came over on Sunday and we went to the 
park. That's when I offered to tutor her as necessary."

"Well, that's all nice and everything. Whatever it was, 
it certainly worked. She's doing better than ever. Thank 
you."

"You're welcome."

"So, can he keep on tutoring me, Mom?" Willow asked.

"Shoot, if you're improving this much already. You 
betchya!"

"Thank you, Mom!" Willow hugged her mom then pulled me 
back outside.

"You take care of her, you hear?"

"Absolutely," I replied as Willow led me back down the 
steps to the ground floor.

"What was that?" I whispered as Willow led me further 
away.

"You don't wanna get caught up in more of Mom's 
questions. Next thing you know she'd be propositioning 
you to jump in bed with her."

I shuddered.

"But you're okay. I think Mom likes you in a good way. 
She's definitely impressed with my grades." Willow then 
kissed my cheek. "I'm impressed too. Can we keep the 
tutoring?"

I pulled Willow closer to me and luxuriated in the feel 
of her lithe form against my body and the curve of her 
back under my hands. "Willow, I would love that. I am 
very happy that you're doing better in school. But I'm 
really happy that you want to continue with our tutoring 
sessions."

"Somehow I knew you'd say that," she replied then kissed 
me again. "I really like being with you."

I gave into my emotions and held her tightly to my body. 
"I like being with you too, Willow. You are the sweetest 
thing that has happened to me in years!"

"Can I come over tomorrow?"

"I suffered withdrawals last weekend when you didn't 
show up."

Willow laughed then kissed me again. "I gotta get back 
inside. G'night, Darrin."

"Good night, sweet Willow."

She had already turned to leave but at my words she 
turned and returned to me. "What was that?"

"You are my sweet Willow," I repeated.

She threw her arms around me and whispered. "That's what 
I thought you said. I'm so happy!"

"And so am I," I whispered before she ran off to her 
apartment.

Brooke was right. I was being drawn closer into the 
heart of this teen. Closer into falling in love and 
giddy expressions of puppy-love.

I returned to my place and made a small dinner for 
myself and ate it all the while thinking about Willow 
and the strange interview that I had with her mother. I 
watched a little TV and news then retreated to my bed. 
The week at work was hard with many issues still 
unresolved and hanging over all our heads. Kathy and her 
icy politics added into the mix too. But over it all was 
the issue of Willow and her continued involvement in my 
life and what this next week would bring. I fell asleep 
finally with many clouded thoughts and mixed emotions.

But I awoke with a start. I glanced at the clock near my 
bed and saw that it was about twelve thirty. I never 
woke up at such an hour. Alcohol might put me down to 
sleep early and wake me at four am, but around midnight? 
This was unprecedented.

I rolled onto my back and rubbed my eyes.

"Darrin, Willow needs your help. Hurry!"

I sat up. The voice was a clear as though it was right 
next to me. I looked around and expected to see someone 
there, but, of course, there was no one. Yet, the echo 
of Brooke's voice in my head lingered and haunted me.

"What am I to do?" I whispered into the darkness.

There was no answer but a strong impression that I had 
to go check on Willow and her family.

"Is Willow okay?" I asked the darkness.

Again there was no answer as I donned my sweats and 
shirt then found a large tire iron in my storage closet 
and started out with my cell phone in my pocket. I was 
scared and pumped all at the same time. I crossed the 
street and looked up to see Willow's bedroom window. 
There was a light on which I thought was unusual. 
Something really was amiss. 

I bounded the steps to the apartment quietly but two at 
a time and found the front door mostly closed but not 
latched. I pushed it open and gasped at the ransacked 
appearance of the front room.. I dialed 9-1-1 and 
whispered as the voice asked my emergency, "Covington 
Apartments, number 223. Invasion robbery in progress."

I clicked my phone off then entered the apartment. I 
heard voices talking in the other room so I advanced 
quietly and almost vomited when I saw two young thugs 
with their pants down beginning to assault Willow's mom. 
All the family was tied up in the bedroom. River and 
Forest were tied back to back on the floor and Willow 
was tied up next to her mom on the bed. Both of the 
women were naked from the waist down and both were 
struggling hard against the tethers that bound them to 
the bed. Wash cloths were stuffed in their mouths and 
held in place with rope to mute their screams.

One thug was approaching Willow's mom ready to stick his 
dick in her wide open, spread cunt, which I saw was 
hairy with wide large inner labia. But I noticed also 
that Willow was tied so that her legs were held wide 
open and her pussy was spread wide--very little pubic 
hair anywhere about her delicate pussy. Her night shirt 
was still on her but ripped. They were about ready to 
rape mother and daughter. I was overcome with anger, 
rage and disgust.

I rushed the thug who was about ready to mount Willow's 
mom and swung my tire iron hard across his head. There 
was a sickening thud as he slumped to the side of the 
bed. His accomplice looked up at me but was unable to 
move before I swung the tire iron and struck him across 
the side of his head twice. He fell at my feet in a 
clump.

"Darrin!" Willow's muffled scream was discernible but 
very muffled.

I rushed to her and began untying her bonds. As soon as 
I had her arms undone she grasped me in her embrace and 
began sobbing in my shoulder. 

"It's okay, now. Police are coming. Let's get your mom 
undone."

A few minutes later after both Willow and her mom had 
donned clothes again and her brothers were free from 
their chair we heard sirens approaching the apartments. 
"They're here now," I said quietly to Willow who had not 
go of my arm except briefly to put on her clothes.

A few moments later the police entered the apartment and 
we had to explain everything that had happened. It took 
a while to sort everything out, especially since my 
story about thinking that they were in trouble seemed 
contrived and weird. But Willow and her mom both re-
affirmed that I was on the up and up and the thugs who 
were knocked out on the floor were the real bad guys. 

Turns out that Willow's mom had a passing acquaintance 
with a friend of one of the thugs. The thugs were 
looking for that friend and his drug money. When they 
could find neither, they decided to get some nookie as 
payment for their troubles.

An hour later the police took the thugs into custody via 
ambulance to a hospital and let Willow's family stay 
undisturbed. I also was granted the equivalent of a 
police blessing as they left and Willow quietly hung 
onto my arm with a death grip. They even let me keep my 
weapon.

"Darrin, we're very happy you came by," Willow's mom 
began. "I don't know how you thought to come check on 
us, but thank you." She began to cry as the reality of 
what just had happened settled in on her. "I don't know 
what's happened, but this neighborhood ain't all that 
safe anymore. Can you keep my children safe tonight?"

"Would you all come over with me tonight?" I asked. 
Perhaps it wasn't the first response that Willow would 
have liked, but it was honest and from the heart. And, I 
think, it was the best response possible. "Maybe the 
police can give you some suggestions as to where to live 
tomorrow. But you'll be safe tonight."

Willow looked at me then at her mom and nodded her head 
vigorously. Her mom looked at me and said, "Thank you, 
Darrin. We will."

A short time later, we carried sheets, blankets and some 
clothes across the street to my quad where I said, 
"Women upstairs, we men-folk will guard the house by 
camping out in the living room."

River had been absolutely scared spitless but now he 
spoke, "Are you sure?"

"Positively. I'm sleeping on the couch with my trusty 
tire iron right next to me. I figure you and Forest are 
tough enough to help me."

"We weren't last time."

"You got taken by surprise. But we got the advantage on 
them this time. Plus, I think they're too scared 
tonight. Nothing more's gonna happen."

Forest suddenly suggested, "What if we put a chair in 
front of the door?"

"Brilliant idea!" I said then we shoved a love seat in 
front of the door.

Willow hugged me again and I noticed her mom watching 
closely but didn't say anything. We finally all settled 
down and fell asleep eventually--and that took a while 
with all the adrenalin in my system. 

I was surprised to wake up hearing footsteps lightly 
approaching the couch where I lay. My eyes flew open and 
I saw a form with long hair approaching me.

"Willow?" I whispered.

She touched me and pulled my sheet to one side then lay 
down next to me. "I couldn't sleep."

"And you think you'll sleep now?" I chuckled.

"Doesn't matter. I'll feel safe." She snuggled in close 
to me. "Hold me, Darrin. I was so scared. I thought 
they'd rape and kill us. Then you came!"

So I held her. I wrapped my arms around her with my back 
against the back of the couch and my front intimately 
touching her front. My hands felt her back through her 
thin night shirt and realized that there was no bra 
there. That didn't surprise me. A strong protect feeling 
washed over me as I contemplated what almost happened. 
But I also felt a little weird since this really was my 
first time in bed with someone since, since.... No, I 
didn't want to start my spiral of despair by thinking of 
Michelle and that loss from four and a half years 
before.

Willow sensed my tension and turned her face up to kiss 
my cheek. She was so sweet, so full of life, so joyful. 
She kissed me again and I felt the yawning chasm of 
gloom retreat from my mind as the freshness that was my 
sweet Willow lifted me back from the shadowland.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

"More than you know. I'm just so happy that nothing more 
happened." I kissed her lips in return. Just a simple 
kiss
-- no Frenching, nothing fancy -- just a simple tender 
meeting of two pair of lips, but oh what excitement and 
release it brought.

She shivered slightly then said, "I like that." She then 
curled up more tightly next to me, threw her leg over 
mine and tucked her head in next to my shoulder.

I liked it too, I decided. I recalled Brooke telling me 
to go slowly, but this little nymph was pushing things 
far faster than I could have imagined. I sighed, glanced 
once more around the room and saw that her brothers were 
fast asleep--or faking it really well. I closed my eyes 
and fell asleep quickly too.

I awoke in the murky gray-dawn hours just before 
sunrise. Things were slightly more illuminated than 
during the night, but were far from being distinct and 
brightly lit. I remember opening my eyes and seeing that 
Forest and River were still asleep on the floor a 
several feet away from me. But I then remembered that I 
was holding a young maiden in my embrace -- a teenager 
of a mere fifteen years -- and her lithe form and figure 
were thusly pressed up against my manhood.

Damn!

It was then that I noticed that my hand was holding her 
ass cheeks in an intimate fashion and I could feel no 
panties or night shirt covering her wares at all. My 
hand was grasping her bare ass! Her bare ass! My fingers 
dangled into her ass crack and dawdled against her 
sphincter before becoming alarmed at the ramifications.

"I like that," Willow quietly whispered in my ear as I 
started to back away from her bare ass.

I realized then that we were covered by a sheet and part 
of a blanket. No one could see where my hand was. And if 
Willow enjoyed where I was touching her, then, Hot Dawg! 
I would keep touching her there.

She squirmed and wiggled a bit and her ass poked out 
away from me a little which opened up her crack wider 
for my fingers to explore. I traced the length of that 
crack and felt each square inch of her soft butt cheeks. 
Then she put her leg up and over my leg and scooted in 
closer so that her pussy was rubbing my very inflated 
and rock hard dick, separated only by the thin fabric of 
my shorts.

Damn! Things got hot quickly! Zero to lusty in seconds!

"We can't be doing this yet." Somehow the three 
remaining mature brain cells coerced my mouth to form 
those words.

"Um-huh," she whispered and took my lip in her mouth and 
sucked gently before she added, "Just touching."

I was about to answer when we both heard a stirring on 
the floor near us. Her brothers were here with us and 
the light in the room was growing brighter.

Someone got up and I thought he was just going to the 
downstairs toilet. But he stopped.

"Willow? Whatchya doin' down here?" It was her brother, 
River.

Willow turned toward her brother and pulled her leg off 
of mine as she discretely tugged her nightshirt lower. 
"Mom was snoring up a storm."

"But on the couch?"

"It's soft."

"Do you like him?"

Willow gave a small half laugh then said, "I think so."

"Eew! Like a boyfriend?"

Willow turned back to me and kissed my lips sweetly. 
"Yes, like a boyfriend."

River gave a disgusted look then ran for the toilet.

"So does your mom know you're here?"

She nodded. "I told her I was going downstairs."

Forest was stirring and grunted a "Be quiet!" before 
turning back over.

So we got up and went to the kitchen. Willow sat on a 
chair with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It 
fell over her front discretely to keep her modest.

I started some coffee then sat next to her. "I'm very 
honored," I began. "You like me like a boyfriend?"

She nodded and smiled.

"This is all so incredible," I went on. "I've known you 
just a week, but it feels like much longer. You are so 
sweet and loving. And don't even get me started on how 
beautiful you are."

Willow looked down and blushed.

"But what am I to do? You're almost sixteen. I'm twenty-
four. If you were eighteen, I'd ask you to marry me."

Willow gasped and put her hands over her mouth. "You 
would?"

"There, the truth is out. I love you, Willow. I feel 
like I'm bound to you somehow. And when you told River 
that you liked me like a boyfriend right after you were, 
um, snuggling so close to me, well..." I looked down. 
"Maybe I'm rushing things a bit."

Willow took both of my hands in hers and held them next 
to her cheek. "Darrin, yes."

"I'm rushing it?" I asked not quite certain what she was 
meaning.

"No. Not rushing. Yes, I want you. Can we marry right 
now?"

I smiled and pulled this dear, dear girl into my 
embrace. "We hafta talk to your mom."

"She'll say yes."

"How d'ya know?"

"Because when I told her I was going to sleep 
downstairs, she said, 'He's a good man. Better 'n whut 
I've found.'"

"Wow! This is happening so fast."

"Uh-huh. Can we get married today?"

"I think the easiest would be to wait till you're 
sixteen. That's the law in this state. So that's only a 
couple of months away."

"So I'll be married before I'm in 11th grade!" Willow 
gave a small squeal. "I gotta go tell Mom."

She disappeared upstairs and I was left alone with my 
thoughts. Was this right? Too impulsive? Too risky with 
her being a minor? I sighed and closed my eyes for a few 
moments. But what I saw was Willow's face, her bright 
smile and her sparkling eyes. She was bringing me out of 
my four plus years of mourning.

I suddenly thought, "How am I gonna tell *my* Mom!"

I brought out the eggs and the pancake mix and began to 
put a breakfast together for the extra bodies under my 
roof.

Not five minutes later, Willow came bounding into the 
kitchen and caught me in her arms. "Mom's happy with 
that. And I'm over the moon!"

Willow's mom came in the kitchen shortly after that 
while Willow was enveloping me in her hug and was deeply 
imbibing in a kiss.

"So what's this I hear?"

The sound of her voice startled me.

She laughed. "Edgy this mornin'?"

"Well, surprised," I began. "Surprised by everything."

"I'm a little surprised too, mind ya', but not too 
displeased. Yet. Why don't we sit down and you tell me 
what you're plannin'."

Willow's mom pulled up a chair and I sat across the 
table from her. Willow saw the fixings for breakfast so 
she started making the pancakes and scrambling the eggs. 
I began by telling the story how we met and then the 
tutoring and every time we met and talked we were more 
deeply linked together.

"Like last night?" she asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Like you were so linked to her that you knew that she 
was in trouble?"

"Something like that. I woke up and something felt 
wrong." (I didn't want to tell the whole story then and 
there--if ever!) "I glanced across the street and saw 
the lights on in your place and thought something was 
up."

"And we're so glad you did." She looked down and covered 
her face with her hands as she tried to calm her 
emotions. "So glad. Look at me, I can't hold it 
together."

"It's okay. I think we all understand."

"Darrin, I have to move. I gotta get my family out of 
there. I'm thinkin' more of his *friends* will try to 
come back. If not tonight, then some time later."

"Where'd we go, Mom?" Willow asked.

"Out to my sister's."

"Mom, she's like all the way across the city!"

"Safer, honey."

"But?" she looked at me and tried to form her protest 
carefully.

"I know what you're thinkin', Willow. You want to marry 
him and you want to stay with him?"

Willow nodded.

"I think that's exactly what you should do." She turned 
to me and asked, "Could we stay here one more night if I 
have to while I make arrangements?"

I nodded.

"Good, and part of what the arrangements would be is 
making it all proper so that it doesn't seem like your 
molestin' a young girl. Shit! I can hardly believe what 
Willow's told me. You've been nothing but a proper 
gentleman. Didn't know they made those anymore."

I really didn't know what to say. And I suddenly 
realized that I didn't know her name nor did I know 
Willow's last name; very awkward since I basically asked 
her to marry me.

"I guess, I'll take that as a compliment, ma'am," I 
finally answered her.

"Don't be so formal and all," she laughed. "I'm Sheila. 
Sheila Franklin. Shoot, you could call me Mom once 
you're married. Damn, don't this beat all?" She smiled 
and wiped her eyes. "Now what would your plans be for 
her future?"

That one caught me a little by surprise--but only 
because the whole morning was unfolding as a huge 
surprise.

"I would think that as soon as we're married, we'll go 
on a little honey-moon, but after that, Willow needs to 
do schooling somewhere other than high school. Either 
independent studies or transfer to a junior college. I 
don't think that it is right for a married woman to put 
up with children who are still trying out how dating 
works."

"I hadn't thought of that angle. That's good!"

"See how he thinks of everything?" Willow suddenly 
interjected, standing next to me and rubbing my 
shoulders. "He will definitely take care of me and I'm 
going to do my best to care for him."

I put my hand on hers where it rested on my should. "You 
have, sweet Willow. You have."

"Well, okay, then," Willow's mom suddenly said. "I see 
you got breakfast cooking there. You thinking to have us 
all?"

"Absolutely," I replied.

"That's so refreshing. Thank you. Now after breakfast, 
I'm taking the boys out to explore my options. Willow, 
you'll stay here with Darrin and I want you to start 
thinking about what marriage is and when you'll go and 
tie the knot and all." Sheila Franklin then held her 
hands out to her daughter. "I'm really so happy for you. 
You're about to try something out that I never tried. I 
wish you all the best, I do!"

Willow moved toward her mom and allowed herself to be 
drawn into an embrace. "Mom, you know that I never 
understood your thing. But I'm so glad that you are 
understanding what I'm trying to do. Thank you. It means 
a lot to me."

"You are welcome, Willow. I love you even though we 
don't always see eye-to-eye. I think that you have a 
good man here. Now, Darrin? You'll take care of my 
girl?"

"You have my word. I don't consider this a fling. My mom 
and dad were married till dad died about three years 
ago."

"Impressed! I'm impressed. Now what if I say that you 
have my permission to fool around. God knows that I 
can't understand why you haven't tried that yet."

"I consider everything I do to be serious with Willow. 
That's why I haven't done anything with her yet. And I 
am still a little freaked out to think that you're 
saying that I could fool around with your daughter."

"I was fooling around far earlier," she said shortly 
before adding more gently, "Now what if she gets 
pregnant? What then?"

"We take care of the baby. If I'm the papa, I'm the 
provider."

She smiled and looked at her daughter.

"Now, one more thing," I went on. "Willow must continue 
in education. She's smart and has a desire to learn. I 
will make sure that she is funded and will finish her 
college degree."

Sheila turned to her daughter. "That's far more than 
what I could have ever done for you, honey. Darrin's a 
real deal. I wish you well."

Shortly after that, River and Forest finally roused 
themselves at the smell of food and joined us for 
breakfast. River kept looking at his sister and then at 
me and wrinkling his nose. Forest just kept dishing up 
more pancakes and eggs.

Shortly after breakfast, Sheila took her boys back to 
their apartment. "I'll give you a ring sometime along 
near evening when I find out what's up."

Willow went also, "All cuz I need a few extra things," 
she explained.

A little later Willow reappeared in my apartment. I had 
cleaned the breakfast dishes and was just putting the 
chairs back under that table when she came in.

"I know part of what we should do today," she said as 
she kissed me. "Let's go to the mall."

That wasn't exactly the first thing that came to mind 
once I had been given liberty to fool around with this 
young nymph. But if that was something she wanted, I 
would love to go to the mall with her. "Sure. Anything 
in particular?"

"I have a few things in mind," she said with a shy 
smile. "But you gotta promise no peeking!"

"Okay. No peeking."

As we were driving to the mall, I asked her, "Do you 
have enough money to cover what you're needing?"

Willow had been sitting as close to me as possible. She 
turned toward me and said, "I think so."

"How was it that those thugs didn't find your money last 
night?"

She laughed. "They're so limited in how they think. 
They'd never think of looking in a book."

"Really! Which one?"

"My biology textbook. It was kinda accidental, I mean, I 
was studying and I had my wad of money so I just closed 
it up in the book."

"Amazing. Now what if you don't have enough?"

"Then I won't get it."

"That hardly seems right. Can I help you?"

"There you go again, Darrin." She squeezed my arm. 
"Being far too sweet. Unbelievable."

"So I take that as a yes?"

"If I need more, I'll come find you, but you have to 
stay in one place and not follow me or try to guess what 
I'm getting!"

"Will I ever know?"

"Of course, you will."

Once in the mall, Willow made sure that I was stationed 
down by the electronics store. "Be here or just out 
front," she directed. "It should only take an hour."

An hour, I mused. Sometimes in a woman's mind that meant 
longer. But I would wait.

I was surprised to see her approaching less than twenty 
minutes later. Her smile was forced and her eyes were 
not shining.

"You okay?"

"Mostly," she replied. "It's just that it's out of my 
league."

"And you're disappointed?"

She nodded. "I wanted to surprise you."

"You still can," I said, reaching for my wallet.

"No, I can't do that to you."

"Willow, when I said that I wanted you to be my wife, it 
meant that I want you to be with me and it also means 
that I get the honor of taking care of you. You'll have 
your turn at taking care of me, but right now, I'm 
taking care of you."

Willow melted into my embrace, right there in the corner 
of the electronics store. "You're gonna make me a 
blubbering baby. You're so stinkin' nice."

"Let me know when you want me to stop," I said kissing 
the top of her head.

"Don't you dare stop," she half laughed and cried, 
playfully swatting my arm.

"Then how can I help?"

"You got a lot of cash?" she asked sheepishly.

"I have my card."

"Then you'll have to find out what I'm going buy."

I thought for a moment then asked, "Can it still be 
somewhat of a surprise even if I kinda know some things 
about what you're buying?"

She smiled. "Yes!" That corner of the store glowed 
brighter. "Com'on!"

She led me down the main concourse, up the escalator 
then right into Victoria's Secrets. I should have known.

"I'm a little embarrassed," I whispered.

"Fine. Just stay out here and I'll get you when we need 
your plastic."

She left into the store but I felt like a perv hanging 
around out front so I moved off to one side and tried to 
distract myself by watching people on the concourse 
below. I was only slightly diverted. I kept wondering if 
the store clerk would suspect something foul afoot or 
nefarious in my intentions.

Someone tapped my shoulder and I started.

Willow laughed. "I didn't mean to scare you. We're 
ready."

"Is this gonna be okay," I whispered. "I mean, some man 
buying undies for a minor?"

"No, it's cool. Com'on."

She led me back into the store and I imagined that every 
eye outside and within were glaring intently at me. I 
was pleasantly surprised that the sales clerk, a 
youngish twenty-something woman, smiled at me and tried 
to set me at ease.

"Willow tells me that you're buying since her cash is 
insufficient?"

"Um, yes." I handed her my credit card and suddenly 
realized that they could trace me now.

"You are stiff as a board," Willow whispered while the 
woman charged my card.

"I really feel nervous in here."

"Most guys do," the salesclerk responded, handing me the 
slip to sign. "Especially their first visit. Oh, and 
here's your card. Thank you very much. Willow, I know 
that you'll just love them."

Willow turned, smiled and nodded, but I also saw a hint 
of a blush.

Then it was my turn to surprise her.

"There are two places that we have to go," I said, 
smiling from ear to ear.

"Where?" She was very excited again.

"I thought I'd treat you to a brand new outfit!"

I was rewarded with her warm embrace and a squeal.

So we spent the next most of an hour at a nice 
department store and she picked out an ensemble that was 
definitely a step or two above what she had been 
wearing. At one point she whispered in my ear, "This 
will go quite well with the other, um, I got." Then she 
giggled and ran back to try on her shirt.

She was beaming and basking in joy as we sat in the food 
court eating our corn dogs and pretzels. And I basked in 
the glow of her radiance and love. I savored her beauty 
and the delightful way her long hair draped around her 
ear, cascaded over her shoulder and fell on her forearm.

"Darrin?" Her voice suddenly cut through my daydreaming.

"Um, yes?"

"You said there were two places that we had to go. We 
went to one...." Her voice trailed off waiting for me to 
explain.

"Then technically there are three places," I answered. 
"Food is the second place. But the third place is really 
special. Now you know I work as an engineer. I make a 
decent income and I have a little saved up. You're going 
to be my wife and I can hardly believe how lucky I am!"

She grabbed my hands hard and did a silent scream 
followed by a huge smile.

"I haven't formally asked you in the traditional way 
yet, but only because I didn't have the traditional 
thing that goes with the traditional asking."

She put her hands on her mouth and her eyes grew very 
large.

"Yes, I want to get you an engagement ring, but I gotta 
bounce some ideas off you before we decide. Okay?"

She nodded, but I was wondering if she was breathing 
yet.

"Are ya' breathin'?"

She suddenly exhaled and laughed and grabbed my hands in 
hers. "It keeps getting better and better. I'm gonna 
die!"

"Please don't," I dead-panned. "That would ruin the 
wedding!"

Willow laughed then came around the table to sit on my 
lap. "Darrin, I am so happy. I don't know what to do. 
Never had anything like this before. Lemme try to 
compose myself, okay?"

"Take your time, m'lady!"

Willow kissed me and then snuggled her face into my 
neck. At that moment, I wasn't even thinking about being 
out in public. Perhaps I should have been, but Willow's 
simple grace and infectious joy caught me up in the 
moment and I reveled in the pleasure of giving her great 
joy and happiness. My joy grew exponentially.

"So what are you going ask me?" she said at length. 

"Merely what type of ring. I mean, you have to finish 
this school year and it would be weird or even dangerous 
to start wearing a ring with bling to school."

She nodded.

"On the other hand, you could always just wear it when 
you're not at school but that would take a lot of 
careful thought on your part."

Again she nodded.

"Or we could go with a simple band and I'd get the ring 
with the stone for the actual wedding day."

"Yes. That would be most practical."

"You sure? I mean most girls want the stone with the 
ring."

She shook her head. "No. Once I put that ring on, I'm 
not taking it off. It'll be like I'm wearing a part of 
you. You coming to school with me? You with me in the 
bath tub?" She giggled. "You in bed with me all night 
long?"

"Wow! And I don't get anything like that, do I?"

"You get me, Darrin. I'm yours. I'm aching thinking 
about it; I want you so bad."

"Maybe we'd better get that ring, hmm?"

A short time later we were at a jeweler's store looking 
at bands. I inquired about rings with stones and saw the 
price tag then made a mental calculation to do a little 
more saving.

But Willow was very taken with a simple band. It was 18 
carrot gold with small detailing along the edges. I just 
thought it was incredible that this ring was on her 
finger and that she was nearly my wife!

After a fitting and a surprised jeweler who said, "It's 
rare that the ring we show actually fits; usually we 
have to modify it," we left the store with Willow in 
possession of several packages and the ring on her 
finger. She was walking on cloud nine and I'm pretty 
sure it was only my holding her hand that kept her from 
floating away.

At my pickup truck I dropped to one knee and asked her, 
"Dear sweet Willow, would you marry me?"

Willow screamed with joy and dropped to her knees and 
said over and over again, "Yes! Yes!"

I drove home as quickly as possible, knowing that I 
really wanted to have at least a small taste of Willow 
now that her mom gave permission.

I pulled into my driveway, stopped the engine and jumped 
out of the truck to help Willow. Willow must have been 
driven by her own sense of urgency had already opened 
the door and was stepping out on her way to the front 
door.

"You need the packages?" I asked,

"No, I need you."

Well, okay. I'd get the great fashion show later. I 
would get my Willow right then.

I closed and locked the door behind us and hugged her as 
we climbed the steps together.

"Darrin, I'm shaking with joy," Willow whispered to me 
as we reached my bedroom.

"I have more joy to show you," I replied and felt the 
surge of lust wash over me.

"I know," she whispered then melted into my arms.

"My dear, sweet Willow."

"I really like that!"

"I like it too," I replied.

Willow plopped on my bed and sighed. "Darrin! Sweet 
Darrin."

I fell on her and began kissing her lips with passion. 
Sweet lips that passionately found mine and began 
kissing with reckless abandon as Willow enfolded her 
arms around my back and neck. We began French kissing--
it was pretty much simultaneous. I probed my tongue into 
her mouth and she gently sucked on it; the effect was 
like electricity to my groin. Then she pushed her tongue 
into my mouth and I sucked on hers. By that time my dick 
was uncomfortably bent and trying hard to be hard.

I rolled off her and whispered, "Can I help you remove 
your clothing?"

She nodded. As I reached the tug on her shirt to lift it 
up, she shivered.

"Are you nervous?"

Willow shook her head then added, "Maybe a little. Just 
so excited. It's so incredible!"

"Sweet Willow, you are incredible!"

I lifted the shirt and she helped lift it the rest of 
the way up and over her head. That's when I saw it. It 
had to be the new bra that she had just bought.

"That is beautiful!" I continued staring at the small 
black and red bra, lacy with a gentle amount of padding.

"I'm glad you like it."

"It's very lovely. Very lovely. But mostly because of 
who's wearing it and what treasures it is holding."

"Treasures?" she giggled.

"Yes. Can I see them?"

She nodded and vibrated with excitement.

It was a front hooked bra and I briefly thought back to 
that night when Brooke had tweaked with my mind so that 
to my eyes I was undressing Willow and unhooking 
Willow's trainer bra. Oh, the real thing is so much 
better.

I saw them. Tiny mounds like small apricots on her 
chest. Each identical and each capped with a small 
nipple and broad areola. It really made me take a sharp 
breath as I beheld them.

"They're even prettier than I remembered."

"Oh, go on," she said. Her smile was bright and her 
cheeks were a little flushed. Her long hair was spread 
out behind and around her on the bed, framing her in 
silky golden radiance.

"I will go on," I replied softly then leaned down to 
kiss each little bud.

She gasped and grasped my head. I continued kissing 
around each small rise while each of my hands traced the 
expanse between her tits, her sternum and the delicate 
incline where each tit began. After a few minutes, I 
began licking each tit, winding my way closer to the 
tops.

"Oh, yes!" she whispered, her voice full of raw passion.

I sucked one entire tit into my mouth and let my tongue 
caress the nipple. She pawed the back of my head and 
moaned. With one free hand I began exploring her 
abdomen: her belly button was a cute miniature chalice 
set in a perfectly toned sea of skin. I pushed my hand 
under jeans and gently rubbed along the band of her 
panties. A thought caused my cock to surge: "I bet she 
has on the new panties too!"

"Darrin, let's get all the way naked. I want to feel 
your skin on mine."

No need to invite me twice. I was up and shucking my 
clothes before she could ask a second time. Willow took 
the opportunity to slip out of her jeans and was laying 
on my bed only clad in her panties once I had shucked 
all my clothes.

"Oh Willow," I whispered in reverence. "That is so 
beautiful!"

She looked up at me and my heart melted. She was so 
beautiful, so innocent and friggin' alluring laying 
there clad only in her black and red panties with her 
beautiful hair spread around her like a golden rainbow.

"Do you want to see the rest of me?" she whispered, 
almost as if she was afraid of my answer.

"Oh, yes, baby! Yes!"

She smiled and slowly began slipping her panties down 
over her hips, past her mons and down to her knees. I 
nearly past out with joy at seeing her cute pussy. A 
pussy that only sported a light dusting of hair across 
the mons and here and there around the sides. A pussy 
that was so puffy and wet with desire.

"Willow, do you remember some of those terms I quizzed 
you on last week?"

"Uh-huh."

"Remember 'bilateral symmetry'?"

Willow nodded.

"I'm thinking that you are a perfect textbook example of 
bilateral symmetry. Look at this. A perfectly form left 
tit matched by a perfectly formed right tit. Each pussy 
lip is matched by its beautiful counterpart on the other 
side. And I bet if I turned you over, I find two 
beautiful complements in your butt cheeks. Baby! You're 
beautiful and perfect!"

Willow blushed and put her hands over her face.

I bent over her face and kissed each hand and then each 
cheek. "Willow, you are everything that I could ever 
hope my wife would be. And you are stunningly beautiful 
and intelligent. Put your seat belts on. This is gonna 
be awesome!"

Willow grabbed me in her arms and held me close. "I am 
so happy! Why am I crying?"

"It's intense?" I suggested.

"Uh-huh, and it's that I've never had such attention 
before. Darrin, I'm overwhelmed with you. With your 
attention to me. With your sweet kindness. And your 
gifts. I'm about ready to start bawlin' a cuzz of you."

"I'm overwhelmed too," I whispered. "Your sweet love and 
innocent joy has kept me from plunging into despair and 
depression several times. I have not been this close to 
anyone because I was afraid that I would be hurt again. 
But you've given me joy and peace and hope. I think that 
I can breath properly because of you."

Willow sat up and wrapped her arms around me and pulled 
me down to her. "Get naked, Darrin. I want your body 
touching my body. Right now!"

I quickly complied with her request and shucked my pants 
and my shirt, then dropped my underwear and kicked it on 
top of my pile of clothes. She then reached out and 
wrapped her hands around my very turgid shaft. Pure 
electricity! Pure delight! My knees nearly buckled as 
the pent up sexual energy released itself in wave after 
wave of cum. Willow stared as the white ropy strands 
flew out of my dick landing on her chest and arms.

"Wow!" she whispered and looked up at me.

"I'm sorry. I was so excited by being with you that I 
blew my load too early."

"Don't be sorry, Darrin," she said soft, still holding 
my less erect rod. "I can't believe that you got that 
excited all a cuzz of me. I mean, nobody ever gave me a 
second look before."

"It's their loss," I said and stroked her cheek with my 
hand. It was unbelievably sexy looking down at her 
holding my still semi-rigid dick with my spunk coating 
her arm and chest. It was that plus the fact that I was 
so turned on by her sexiness that caused my dick to 
inflate a little at the sight. She squeezed it slightly 
then gave the head a tentative kiss.

"May I explore between your legs?" I asked, "and give 
you pleasure?"

Willow looked up at me and smiled.

I grabbed my underwear and wiped the jism from her chest 
and arms then tossed it back onto the pile. "Willow, you 
are so incredible"

"Me?" she laughed.

"Yes, You make me feel so alive and so wonderful!"

"Come here and say that," she replied in a deep sultry 
voice.

I bent down and gasped as I saw her naked pussy out in 
the open and up close for the first time. It was 
beautiful and delicate; trimmed with a small tuft of 
dark hairs near the crest of her mons, it had a sparse 
spattering of dark hairs along each outer lips. 
Elsewhere were lighter, barely seen downy hairs. As I 
gently pulled her legs apart, the outer lips slowly 
opened like petals in the morning sun to reveal the 
delicate folds of her inner lips that glistened in the 
moisture of her excitement.

"My sweet Willow, this is beautiful!" I whispered 
reverentially as I knelt between her legs.

Willow sat up and grabbed my head and held it close to 
her abdomen. I smelled the aroma of her pussy wafting up 
to me.

"Darrin, Darrin," she whispered as she stroked my hair. 
"Do you realize what this is?"

I looked up at her not really understanding what she was 
referring to.

"Darrin," she giggled. "I am your Pussy Willow."

Totally out of the blue. I suppose I would have 
eventually thought of that--maybe long after we had made 
love. But that's one of the odd things, I guess, about 
being young. Humor has to be shared whenever it is 
thought of regardless of context or how fitting it might 
be. No, I didn't think it was wrong, it's just that 
someone older may not have shared something like that 
right at the moment her pussy was going to be eaten. No, 
it just made me love her all the more: so sweet, so 
innocent, so perfect for me.

And I'd never be able to look at that display of spring 
time the same way ever again.

I reached up to kiss her lips. "Yes, my sweet Pussy 
Willow." Then I laid her back down and kissed a trail 
from her chin, over each tit, through her navel and down 
to her steaming hot pussy.

I nuzzled my mouth and nose in along side of her pussy 
where it merged with her thigh. So warm, so sensual. The 
odor was feminine but light, and her pubic hairs lightly 
brushed against my cheek.

Willow sighed and scooted her hips so that I had better 
access to her secret delights then placed her hands on 
my head and whispered, "I love you, Darrin."

"Sweet Willow," I whispered before kissing her lovely 
gash.

So soft and tender. My chin, though, became wet with her 
moisture. I placed my fingers at her pussy entrance and 
spread her inner lips and saw her membranous hymen 
stretched across her vagina. High above it, her clit 
rose high.

I stuck my tongue out and licked in the center of her 
gash. She was so wet and her nectar was heady. She 
squirmed under me and I heard her vocalize again--a 
deep, throaty sound. I gave her slit long, slow licks 
from near her ass up to her clit, each time pressing a 
little harder in to its depth.

After a dozen or more of those luxuriant licks, I began 
concentrating on her clit and the fleshy inner lips, 
sucking each in turn in and out of my mouth or playing 
my tongue over each surface. Her hands lightly traced 
circles in my hair as I kept tonguing her.

She was becoming wetter and her juices were tasting a 
little more aromatic. I figured she was getting closer 
to her moment so I placed my finger at the entrance of 
her pussy as I sucked on her clit. My chin was wet and 
my cock was leaking precum even though I had just 
blasted a load a short while before. Suddenly she 
grasped my hair in both her hands and clamped her legs 
tightly around my head. Through the covering of her 
thighs against my ears, I heard her grunt deep and long.

I'm glad my finger was in position otherwise I would 
have never found the entrance to her pussy. I gingerly 
inserted the finger and felt the tightness of her cherry 
and the throbbing of her pussy walls. I worked my finger 
up to the second knuckle and gently pressed it down then 
up then down, all the while I kept licking and sucking 
her clit. It was definitely a little looser in her box.

Finally she pulled my face up and gasped, "Nuff!"

I stopped licking but left my finger in her still 
throbbing hole. I lay my face down on her inner thigh 
and stared in wonder at her wet and messy pussy with my 
finger deep inside.

"Oh, Darrin," she finally whispered and stroked my hair 
again. "Never had anything like that. Never!"

I just grunted a happy sort of yes.

"Never been with anyone like this before," she went on. 
"But I've played with myself. I'm not naïve." She ran 
her fingers over my cheek. "Incredible. And how'd you 
get your finger in me?"

"Gently pushed."

"I tried that, but it always hurt." She wiggled her hips 
a little and squeezed her vaginal muscles. "That feels 
kinda nice."

I wiggle my finger slightly and she laughed. "Oh, shit! 
That feels weird!"

"Weird bad?" I asked, "or weird good?"

"I like it. But it's getting too much for me."

I slowly took my finger out and she winced as my knuckle 
raked past her hymen.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. That's more than I've ever had up there. 
What's it like?"

"Warm and moist and very soft."

She took my hand that had been in her pussy and sniffed. 
"Wow, that's pussy alright."

"I rather liked it," I said. "And I hope to experience 
it again soon."

Willow leaned forward and grabbed my face in her hands. 
"Just as soon as I recover from this earth-shattering 
wow!"

"Earth-shattering wow?" I repeated. "You have a very 
impressive vocabulary."

"I read all the time. But if I'm around you, that may 
stop."

I kissed her navel.

"Only because you're so addictive!"

"No, my sweet Willow, you are very additive."

"You want more?"

I nodded and kissed her tit again.

"Bring your dick here, Darrin. I'll make it happy."

Then she made me lie down on the bed and she knelt so 
that she straddled my legs. She took my raging rod in 
her hands and held it so it was nearly perpendicular to 
my body. "Darrin, I've never done this before. I've only 
heard about it. Please help me."

"So far, so good," I whispered through dry lips.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick. "Like 
this?"

"Oh, Willow, yes!"

She then started kissing my dick repeatedly--up and down 
its length. I lay my head back on the pillow and 
luxuriated in the opulent sensation surrounding my cock. 
Her long hair caressed my hips and legs with its 
silkiness.

"Oh, yes!" I whispered.

That must have encouraged her because she then started 
licking my dick from the base to the tip. Oh, such 
sweet, incredible sensations! I flexed my hips so as to 
extend my dick closer to the source of this wonderful 
feeling.

Willow responded by grasping my cock firmly in her hands 
and engulfing the head within her mouth. Shit! Hot dawg! 
Damn! Wow! Sweet mother of Sponge Bob! That was 
incredible. I had only felt that a couple of times 
before. Then it was as the result of a request. Here it 
was the unrequested response to my sweet Willow's love.

She kept licking and sucking my dick head with an 
occasional tongue lick that snaked downward on my shaft. 
I don't know where she got the technique or even the 
ideas, but I was being driven to increasingly higher 
states of heightened sensations.

"I'm cumming," I cried.

"She kept her mouth over my dick and licked and sucked. 
I spewed massive volumes into her mouth which spilled 
out onto my dick and my balls. I really didn't care 
since my dick head was engulfed in a warm, soft confine 
of sweet sensations. Thus it kept spewing white globs in 
reckless abandon.

"Oh Willow," I gasped.

She kept sucking my dick which was acting like a hose, 
spewing volumes of cum to her waiting mouth. I nearly 
lost consciousness as wave after wave of pleasure wash 
through my body.

My dick finally stopped spasming and it ejected no more 
jism from its tip. Willow still held my shaft in her 
hands and her lips were still around my dick head when I 
groaned and gasped. At that she released her mouth from 
my now shrinking member.

"Was that good?"

I opened my eyes and saw her licking her lips and a 
little bit of my cum hung from her chin.

"It was very good, Willow." I opened my arms wide and 
she gently fell into my embrace. "You are so 
incredible."

"I like that," she whispered then kissed me.

At that moment I realized that I liked the taste of 
pussy better than my cum. 

"I can't believe you took my load of cum like that."

"Yeah, that was a little weird and surprising," she 
admitted. "But you know what?"

She snuggled in close to my side so we were laying down 
facing each other with my arms around this wonderful 
nymph.

"What?" I asked.

"I knew what sex was all about--even diddled myself 
sometimes late at night--but this was incredible! 
Darrin?"

I kissed her and waited.

"Ever since that first night when you helped me by 
giving me a place out of the rain, I have been 
fantasizing about you. A little at first then more and 
more after each day we spent together. I can't believe 
that in such a short time we're so close."

"There's only one way we could get closer," I said and 
kissed her again.

"And you're gonna put your dick in me?"

"Gotta wait. Takes a while to recharge the poor boy."

"That's okay, I wouldn't mind waiting a little bit."

"Why's that?"

She shrugged and looked away. "I guess I'm scared of it 
hurting."

I kissed her again. "That's okay. I'll keep stretching 
your cherry like I was doing. That be okay?"

She smiled and kissed me and it was like sunlight poured 
into the room again. "Yes. I'd like that."

Then we held each other and fell asleep on top of my 
sheets.

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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