Jeremy ch19 Advanced Warfare / pedo Fb / Janus

Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

Pam lay nestled among the mussed sheets of Jeremy’s bed, eyes closed, awaiting his kiss. From the open window, the sound of a distant police siren caught her ear. Something didn’t quite feel right. Was she imagining things? Something was inside her kitten. It felt like Jeremy's finger, but that was impossible because both his hands rested on either side of her, palms flat on the bed, while he stood between her legs. What was it? It was something small. Something hard.

Her eyes snapped open. Jeremy had frozen too, poised in a half-lean and half-crouch atop her. His perplexed gaze rested on the intersection of their bodies. His puzzled gaze changed to surprise when he realized what he had done.

“Wait!” Pam cried. But it was too late. He slipped free, leaving a Jeremy-sized vacancy in her kitten. At the same moment, a strong gust of wind caused his window shades to flutter as though pulled by an unseen hand. The shades clattered several times against the window frame before falling flat once again.

“Ha. Oops. I didn’t mean to do that.” Jeremy regarded her sheepishly, wearing the same disarming smile he wore when he did something wrong, like accidentally break a glass at dinnertime or carelessly spill modeling paint on the hardwood floor. He apparently did not grasp the gravity of what just happened. Another gusty breeze burst through the windows, this time accompanied by the sound of rattling leaves high in the treetops.

The towel wrapped around her hair drooped, obscuring Pam’s vision. From the party next door, a din of drunken singing drifted through the open bedroom window. When she remained mired in a paralyzed silence, Jeremy’s smile faded. Another part of him began to droop as well. Everything was going wrong. Feeling overwhelmed, Pam opened her mouth to speak but didn't know what to say. Her vision blurred from the unexpected wetness brimming in her eyes.

“No, I…” Before she could continue, a single tear rolled down her cheek. Pam used the sleeve of her robe to wipe it away. A second tear escaped, rolling down her cheek and leaping from her chin, landing on her breast in a stinging chill. She drew her robe closed.

Jeremy cautiously touched her knee. “I'm really sorry,” he said. “I didn't mean to… you know. Put it there. It was an accident. Sorry.” He was thoroughly stricken. Scared, even. Pam realized he had never seen her cry.

“I'm not m-m-ad,” Pam stammered. She snatched a tissue from the box on his bedside stand and blew her nose. “Or sad. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

His face was anxious. To Pam’s amazement, his erection had completely wilted. That had never happened before. Noticing her gaze, Jeremy fetched his bathrobe and modestly slipped it over his shoulders.

“No! Of course you didn’t. It's okay,” she said, wanting to reassure him. She wiped her cheeks. “I'm okay. Everything's fine.” Pam held out her arms. Hesitating just a second, Jeremy climbed into bed and snuggled by her side. This felt better. He nestled in the crook of her shoulder, his arm stretched across her heaving chest. They lay in silence for several minutes, though Jeremy kept glancing at her to confirm if she was okay.

“Because I can draw a straight line from my heart to yours, even though you’re only twelve, and I can’t stop thinking about how you’ll leave in four days which doesn’t give us enough time especially now that this happened, because I really wanted our first time to be special but instead there’s some drunk asshole singing Dave Matthews in the next yard while I’m wearing bunny slippers and have this stupid towel around my head but it still happened and it’s going to change everything even though it’s what I always wanted.”

Those were the disconnected thoughts running through her head. That was what she should have told him, had she possessed the capacity for complete honesty at that moment. But instead, Pam said, “I don't know. I guess... Maybe it was just a girl moment.”

He nodded, clearly unsure what she meant by 'girl moment'. He said, “I thought maybe you were upset because I'm supposed to, you know. Ask permission before I put anything inside you.”

He actually listened to her for once. This was a first since Pam was forever reminding him to put his dirty cereal bowls in the dishwasher. Pulling him close, she wrapped a sheet over his shoulders. They really needed to close the window because, the noise from the party notwithstanding, the summer breeze now possessed a chilly bite. But Pam didn’t want to get up. Beyond the edge of his bed, the room seemed a foreboding abyss. The inky darkness gathered in the corners, causing the usually familiar surroundings to seem alien.

“Let me modify that,” she said. “You need to ask permission first if it's something that's not attached to your body. No foreign objects allowed.”

“Got it.” Jeremy ran his fingers along the brushed terrycloth of her robe. They lay quietly until Pam’s heartbeat returned to normal. It all felt so dreamlike: the two of them alone in the house, the open window, the party next door, the accidental penetration.

“So… what was it like?” Pam inquired, wanting to confirm it actually happened.

“What was what like?” The vibrations from his voice tickled her chest when he spoke.

“You know. Being, um, in there. Inside me.” Though she did her best to be casual, Pam couldn't stop stumbling over her words.

“Thanks.” Pam stopped twirling his hair, then laughed. “Wait, do you mean it was 'cool' or, um, literally tight?” Not expecting her mirth, he glanced at her with surprise, an expression that was a welcome change from his earlier alarm.

“Oh.” Jeremy apparently hadn't considered this. “I meant it was cool. But, now that you mention it, I guess it really was tight.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She snuggled closer to him. His bathrobe must have slipped open because she could feel his boy parts mashing against her leg, though he had gone completely soft. This was perplexing. Under normal circumstances, all she had to do was bat her eyelashes and Jeremy would be as stiff as a guard at Buckingham Palace.

“For me?” Pam considered the question. No one had ever asked her this. “It felt kind of like your finger. But bigger.”

“Of course it did,” she said. “But I knew right away it wasn't your finger. I wasn't expecting it to… um…” Jeremy looked at her, clearly curious as to how she would frame the following words.

“I wasn’t expecting it to… go in there,” Pam said self-consciously. She had barely finished her sentence when the bedside lamp dimmed once, then twice. She cautiously rose to a sitting position, then glanced at Jeremy. He was just about to say something when the light blacked out completely, plunging the room into darkness.

It was only then that Pam noticed how hard the wind was blowing outside. Scooting toward the window above the bed, she opened the shade. Together, they peered at the world outside. The trees swayed briskly, the branches creaking and groaning, while lightning flashed in the distance. Undeterred, the guests at the party next door were either too inebriated or too fearless to heed the rumbling clouds.

“There must be quite a strong storm coming if the power already went out,” Pam observed.

Jeremy remained glued to the window. “Do you think we should go to the basement?”

“I don’t hear any warning sirens,” she said, cocking an ear. “The wind probably just knocked over some trees and downed a few power lines.” The electricity had gone out for the entire block because even the street lights were dark. She couldn’t even see Jeremy except when his face was illuminated by the sporadic flashes of lightning.

“Gosh. I’ve never seen it so dark in the neighborhood,” he said. “Or even in the house.”

“I have a candle in my room,” Pam mused. “On my dresser. Why don’t you go get it? There should be matches too.”

“No, it’s not. Besides, I shouldn’t handle matches when I can’t see what I’m doing. It’s a fire hazard.”

Baffled, Pam blinked several times. Since when did Jeremy care about fire safety? It suddenly dawned on her. “Are you afraid of storms?”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her heart inexplicably warmed at the thought of Jeremy being scared of something as innocuous as a thunderstorm. “I’ll keep you safe,” she promised.

Though she couldn’t see him, Pam could clearly hear a note of anxiety in his voice. “I’ll go find the candle,” she told him. "You stay here.” Rising to her feet, she tried to find him based on the last location of his voice. “This is you, right Jeremy?” she said, squeezing his shoulders.

“I wasn’t kidding! It’s really dark. Where’s your blanket?” Feeling around the bed, she touched something lumpy under the sheet. “What’s this?”

“Oh.” She continued her blind groping to locate the blanket that had been kicked to the other end of the bed. Her fingers unexpectedly touched another misshapen object. “Wait. What is this?”

“I wish you would quit fooling around and go find the candle,” Jeremy complained.

Having found the blanket, Pam carefully swaddled him, though it was difficult because she couldn’t see what she was doing. She was mostly successful, the only mishap being her breast brushing what felt like his cheek when she tucked the blanket behind him. Her robe must have fallen open.

“Ugh!” Jeremy said, swatting at the air. His fingertips swiped her nipple. “Something’s touching my face!” His hands pushed wildly against her chest before freezing. “Oh,” he said, squeezing a breast with each hand. “These.”

“Um, yeah. Those.” Pam took his hands away and closed her bathrobe. “I’m going to find the candle now. Try not to break anything, okay?” Closing her eyes, she mentally conjured an image of her surroundings. Thanks to countless late-night rendezvous, she had plenty of practice sneaking out of Jeremy’s darkened bedroom. Trusting her instincts, Pam successfully navigated to her room without even stubbing a toe. Feeling around the top of her dresser, she located the candle and matches on her first try.

A blinding burst of light stung her eyes when she struck the match against the box, followed by the acrid smell of sulphur. She lit the candle, blew out the match, and cautiously returned to Jeremy’s room. Even though she protectively cupped the candle, the flame flickered and wavered with her every breath. Jeremy was still in bed right where she left him. She placed the candle on his bedside table, making sure not to place it directly under the lampshade.

Pam looked at the clock, forgetting that the power was out. “It must be close to 11 now,” she guessed. “Should we just go to bed? Since the power is out?”

“But I want to stay up and party,” Jeremy protested, stifling another yawn. “I’m not tired. Can I have that last slice of cake? It’s right over there on my desk… somewhere.” The weak candlelight went no further than their immediate surroundings.

“Okay,” he sighed. Outside, the loud snap of cracking wood caught his attention. The wind had grown sufficiently strong to strip away dead branches from the trees.

“I can stay until you fall asleep,” Pam said, reading the worried look in his face.

Warily peering out his window, Jeremy didn’t answer right away. “Thanks,” he finally answered. She waited for him to lay down. Instead, he asked, “Do I really have to go to bed?”

Pam watched him yawn again. “I suppose I never did get that kiss,” she said.

Jeremy threw aside the blanket around his shoulders. Kneeling on the bed, he pressed his puckered lips against her mouth as she tilted her head back.

“Mmm,” Pam murmured. She usually had to bend down to kiss him, but this time it was Jeremy who was a few inches taller since he knelt on the bed.

“Uh huh. Do it again?” This time she parted her lips, just a tiny bit, and was gratified when Jeremy did the same. He was always tongue-shy, so she was careful to let him take the lead. After a moment, his tongue tentatively brushed her own. Unable to help herself, Pam shivered as a delightful pleasure tingled along her spine. She collapsed backward onto the bed, arms spread wide.

Testing her, Jeremy slid off the bed and onto his feet. “See? I’m staying up.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Pam said, still nestled among his sheets. Why did she feel so woozy? Maybe it was the flickering candlelight on the walls. Or the gathering storm outside. Or Jeremy’s fingers undoing the knot to her bathrobe.

Her nipples were hard even before the young boy began touching her breasts. She closed her eyes. Surely she could let him have a little fun before bedtime. It was his birthday after all. Pam let herself enjoy the feeling of his hands running along every curve of her body. Through it all, she was dimly aware that Jeremy was also rearranging her on the bed: shifting her hips to the left, bending her knee here, positioning an ankle there.

It wasn’t until she felt something poking her leg that she opened her eyes. “What are you doing, Jeremy?” she asked softly. He had shed his bathrobe and now stood between her legs that were hanging off the bed. Pam realized this was an exact copy of their positioning from twenty minutes ago when he accidentally…

Outside, a gentle pitter-patter sounded from beyond the bedroom window. Pam realized it was raining. Softly at first but the raindrops multiplied exponentially, a growing intensity matched by the steely determination on Jeremy’s face. He stepped closer to the bed until his sharp hips dug into her spread legs. It wasn’t until Pam felt his erection, hot and hard, jabbing into her thigh that she understood what he meant to do. His brief visit to Eden had been sufficiently enticing that Jeremy wanted to return to paradise.

Flooded, Pam could feel her body getting ready for him. For a long minute, she let the boy poke and prod as he tried to find the way forward. Even in the dim candlelight, she could see the growing frustration on his face.

But first, Pam unwrapped the towel around her hair and kicked off her bunny slippers. She wanted to do it right this time. Jeremy waited patiently, though she could feel his warm erection delightfully nudging her clit. Propping herself up on her elbows, Pam cleared her throat as she tried to remember the magic words.

He leaned forward, just as before, supporting himself by placing his hands on the mattress. Something about this position allowed their bodies to align, or maybe it was the stars that aligned, because their mouths were just inches apart when Pam felt Jeremy slip into her kitten.

The two of them were still intimately intertwined when another gust of wind raced through the open window, pushing aside the shade in a loud clatter and snuffing out the candle’s fragile flame. The room returned to its prior state of complete darkness as the light rain intensified into a torrential downpour, breaking up the party next door. Amid the sound of yelps, pounding footsteps, and jingling keys, a symphony of electronic beep-beep-beeps reverberated as the guests unlocked their cars and raced for protection.

In the bedroom, however, they were dry and safe as Pam provided Jeremy with all the shelter he could ever need. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of smoke from the extinguished candle mingled with the smell of the rain. The unexpected darkness only heightened the sensation of the young boy embedded in her. She had done it. Finally. Having poached this final piece of Jeremy’s boyhood, it was now hers forever.

“No!” Pam immediately scissored her legs around his slim waist before he could move away. Digging her heels into his soft backside, she urged him back into place. A flash of lightning lit the room, followed by a low rumble of thunder several seconds later. The brief illumination revealed Jeremy once again gazing out the window with a worried expression.

Typical male answer. “What does it feel like?” she inquired. It was like a hostage negotiation. She just needed to keep him talking, although it was strange to carry on a conversation when they couldn’t see each other.

“Um, I don’t know. I guess it sort of feels like your hand. But not really.” Jeremy struggled to put the experience into words. “Kind of like the difference between wearing mittens and wearing gloves. This just feels more, um, form-fitting. Like you’re hugging me everywhere.”

Pam smiled in the darkness. It was cute hearing the young boy describe his own deflowering in his own words. The storm sent another burst of lightning and thunder, this time louder, but Pam was happy to see that Jeremy was too distracted to notice this time. Instead of glancing out the window, he was looking at where his body joined hers.

“It’s weird to think of how part of me is inside you,” Jeremy said. “Is it weird for you?”

“Not at all. It feels nice,” Pam said, in the understatement of the year. She swore she could feel all that hot blood swirling through his erection. He had buried himself to the hilt until his scrotum was squished between their bodies. Pam was glad she had chosen to get waxed for his birthday because her smooth girl parts felt like velvet against his boy parts.

A small tug in her brain reminded her that she was the responsible adult who wasn’t supposed to tolerate swearing. But hearing Jeremy ask that question, using that word (while he was inside her no less), was the equivalent of him dousing her with gasoline and tossing a lit match in her direction. A very syrupy arousal, starting at her kitten, slowly enveloped her body.

“Not quite,” Pam answered. It was the truth since he was just standing there motionless while she fought the urge to roll him onto the bed and ride him like a pony. “You'd have to... um, you know. Move it in and out.”

“Would you like to try, um, fucking?” It was impossible to say without blushing, particularly since it was not a question often posed to a preteen boy.

“Okay,” Jeremy agreed. He paused. “What should I do? I’ve never done it before.”

Pam was well aware that he had never done it before. This was the filthiest dirty talk she had ever heard in her entire life. Her mind was swimming. Jeremy needed instructions for fucking. Good lord.

“Let’s see,” she said, trying to organize her thoughts. “First, you pull out. No, don't use your hands. Draw your hips back. Just a little bit. Not all the way out. Now push back again.” She coached the young boy through the motions until he was literally inching in and out. It wasn’t much but Pam didn’t want to discourage him.

He practiced for a bit in silence. “Am I doing it right?” Jeremy asked anxiously.

“You’re doing great,” she assured. The last time they played Call of Duty was forty-eight hours ago and Jeremy’s orgasm had been dry as usual. It occurred to her that this would be a most inopportune time for him to squirt for the first time. Pam suddenly understood the attraction of Russian Roulette. But it was too late to stop now and, setting aside the potential of an unplanned pregnancy, it was a win-win scenario. The thought of the young boy’s hot seed in her kitten was every bit as alluring as the dry throbbing of his pleasure against the backdrop of her wetness. The dueling images made her moan aloud.

Cucumbers were long and eggplants were fat. Those things could surely be painful, but Jeremy was closer to a generous baby carrot. “Not at all,” Pam said. “This just feels really… good.”

“For me too,” Jeremy confided. His words caused Pam to clench in ecstasy. Stamina was not his strongest suit. Quite frankly, she was surprised he was lasting as long as he was. When they made the switch from Coppertone to K-Y, Jeremy went through an adjustment period where it took him twice as long to climax (sixty seconds instead of thirty), so perhaps the transition from her hand to her kitten would also buy her extra time.

A brilliant flash of lighting shot through the room, followed by an especially loud thunderclap, this time powerful enough to make Jeremy glance out the window. In the brief instant she could see his face, Pam recognized his look of wariness. Feeling through the darkness, she reached for his hand. “It’s okay. Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared.” Jeremy punctuated his defiance by forcefully sinking into her, causing Pam to quietly gasp. He began moving again, an awkward stop and start that possessed little rhythm. The lightning was now arriving at steady intervals which permitted her the charming sight of Jeremy’s arching back and jutting hips. The overtly sexual movement from such a young boy sent shivers down her spine. It reminded her of a baby bird clumsily flapping its wings for the first time. In between his shallow plunging, he would make eye contact with her, wearing a faint smile that was both shy and proud. It melted Pam’s heart.

And another part too. She eagerly touched her clit. Pam was so sensitive that she realized this was going to be one of the rare times when she would come before him. Jeremy, however, had other plans.

Pam hid her disappointment, which wasn’t difficult in the semi-darkened room. “You're not used to using your muscles like this, huh?”

“Not really,” Jeremy said. “It's kind of like doing sit-ups in gym class.” Another flash of lightning. He was rubbing his eyes with his fists. With a twinge of guilt, Pam remembered how much he had been yawning before they got sidetracked into this whole intercourse thing.

“Take as long a break as you need,” Pam said. Nevertheless, she once again wrapped her legs around his torso, wanting each part of him to stay exactly where it was. Three lightning flashes illuminated the room in rapid succession. Pam caught him frowning at her.

“Hey,” Jeremy said in the ensuing darkness. “Are you, like, touching yourself down there?”

Jeremy began fumbling in the dark until his fingers grasped her wrist still positioned between her legs. “You are so! You already had a turn. What about me?”

Pam quietly sighed. Possessing very strong feelings about fairness and taking turns, Jeremy didn’t like being left behind. “All right, I’ll stop,” she acquiesced. Not trusting her, Jeremy found her other wrist and clamped down. He apparently did not want her hands anywhere near her clit. Thus deprived, Pam employed her last option for stimulation.

“Yes. You can feel it?” Concentrating, she clenched her kitten on his hard penis. It wasn’t the same level of pleasure as touching her clit, though it was quite agreeable all the same.

“Neat, eh?” His word choice made her smile. Taking a deep breath, Pam squeezed as hard as she could. Jeremy rewarded her by involuntarily throbbing in her kitten. Big cocks were all well and good, but Pam had never felt anything as wonderful as Jeremy's little penis twitching inside her kitten. He was the absolutely perfect size for her. Some women were Size Queens. Did this mean Pam was a Size Princess?

She began rhythmically squeezing him in earnest. After a minute though, she had to admit her muscles were getting tired. It grew more and more difficult to clench tightly, particularly at such short intervals. But Jeremy seemed to be enjoying the game and Pam didn't want to let him down.

She gave herself a mental prep talk, just like when she was at the gym. “One more,” Pam thought to herself. “Rest for a few seconds, then give it everything you've got. Do it so hard that he won't know what hit him.” Focusing her concentration, Pam gathered her every ounce of willpower. Hard. Harder.

And then something unexpected happened. While it wasn’t the direct stimulation she was accustomed to, all this pulsing had indirectly shoved her to the brink of on orgasm. Pam lay still, muscles clenched, knowing that all she needed to do was release and squeeze once more to…

“Oh shit,” she though. This had never happened before. While pulsing was a pleasurable way to pass the time, she had never actually come from it.

“But you promised not to!” her brain reminded, the 2% of it that was still dedicated to rational thinking. What could she do though? She would have had better luck holding her ground against a runaway double-decker bus barreling down the street. Jeremy still gripped her wrists while she held him steady in her own vise. Pam helplessly succumbed to the orgasm while doing her best to conceal it.

The thunderstorm had temporarily subsided, luckily leaving the room in a merciful darkness, otherwise Jeremy might have seen the way Pam’s breasts rose as her arched back pushed them skyward. Or how her eyes rolled back in her head. Or the struggle to keep her legs from trembling.

The most difficult task was remaining quiet. It would have helped to bite her fist but her wrists were still captive in his grip. It felt like she could break free from the orgasm if she could only break free from Jeremy’s hands. But she couldn’t. He was holding her tight and there was nowhere to go. Now her kitten was pulsating of its own volition. Pam just happened to be along for the ride.

Jeremy, too, for that matter. “Gosh,” she heard him say, oblivious to what was happening. “You’re really good at doing that.”

“Ahhh…” Pam breathed through a clenched jaw. Not helping matters was the fact that this was an especially intense orgasm because JEREMY WAS INSIDE HER. He was hard, yet soft. The perfect balance between firm and spongy. Pam was beside herself at the thought of coming all over his little boy penis.

Her cresting orgasm was just beginning to subside when the power came back on. The unexpected light from the bedside lamp was like a bucketful of cold water. Pam suddenly found herself face to face with Jeremy, both of them blinking and squinting as their eyes adjusted to the brightness.

Her face was still a mask of ecstasy, something which did not escape Jeremy’s notice. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I… just have to sneeze,” Pam said, scrunching up her face. She quickly rubbed her nose, then shook her head from side to side. “Shoot. Now I can’t.”

“Is it? Weird. I guess I wasn’t expecting the light to turn on like that.”

“Of course not. Jeremy, how could I? You were holding my wrists that whole time, remember? I couldn’t touch anything.” It was remarkably easy to lie to him. She supposed it wasn’t all that different from the time she convinced him to finish his glass of milk because the CDC announced there was a nasty case of rickets going around. Just a harmless little white lie for his own good.

Pam quickly changed the subject since he did not appear convinced by her earnest persuasion. “Let’s try something different. Do you know what missionary is?” she asked. She unwrapped her legs from his waist to free him.

“Not quite,” she said, trying not to laugh. She patted the bed. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

Jeremy was about to join her when Pam noticed a streak of red on his penis. She frowned in surprise. How was that possible? Her period wasn't due for another ten days at least. Not having noticed anything amiss, Jeremy lay down on the bed.

Embarrassed, Pam casually rose to her feet. “Just a second, all right?” she said, backing out of the room. “I'll be right back.” Once she was out of his sight, she dashed to the bathroom, wet a washcloth in warm water, and hurried back to his room.

He was still laying in bed, thankfully unaware of the blood. “Just going to clean you up quick!” Pam said cheerfully, dabbing at his erection with the warm washcloth. Jeremy seemed bemused. She had never before interrupted Call of Duty to wipe him down, but he was going with it. As she cleaned him off, Pam noticed a tiny tear on the crown of his foreskin. Though small, the delicate tissue had clearly split open.

Pam tried to stay calm. “Um, Jeremy? Are you all right? It doesn't hurt down here or anything?”

“I'm fine,” he said, sitting up. “Why?” Pam winced as he peered at his penis. The bleeding had slowed, although the tear was plainly visible. He did a double take. “It’s not supposed to be like that, is it?” he asked.

“No... I mean, it felt kind of stretchy when we were... you know. But I didn't know this happened.” The white washcloth in her hand was now streaked with pink, something that did not escape his attention. “Was it bleeding a lot?”

“Just a tiny bit,” Pam answered. “Like a trickle. I guess the doctor wasn’t kidding when she said you have a tight foreskin. What was her name? Emma?”

“Emily,” Jeremy recalled. “She had blond hair? And she talked like this?”

Pam shuddered. “Yeah. Thanks for the reminder. Anyway, we’ll have to remember to be more gentle. Next time.” As she returned to the bathroom to rinse the washcloth, she prayed there would be a next time. The tear would undoubtedly heal, but she was worried about both physical and psychological scars. What if seeing himself bleed like that turned him off permanently to the idea of going inside her? Jeremy already disliked oral sex, though she still held out hope that it was a phase he would outgrow. It would be just her luck if he turned out lukewarm about penetrative sex as well.

Wringing out washcloth, she hung it to dry. Besides, Jeremy had been quite gentle (for once) and this still happened. If anything, his lovemaking technique was closer to wiggling than thrusting. Was his foreskin always going to be this delicate?

Medically necessary abstinence. The words sounded ridiculous together. Nothing was making sense, although that seemed to be the theme of the evening. First, she had to fake not having an orgasm. Then it was the guy who ended up bleeding because it was his first time. For a tale of lost virginity, it was completely backwards.

Jeremy was waiting when she returned to his room, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Pam knew what he was going to say before the words were out of this mouth. “Do you think we could still, you know, play regular Call of Duty?” he asked.

Pam was torn. On the one hand, it was his birthday. On the other, though, she was keenly aware that Call of Duty would risk further damage to his foreskin. “We should take a break for a few days,” she proposed. “I think you need some time to heal.”

“We don’t want to make it worse,” Pam said. She untangled her bathrobe from the messy bedsheets and slipped it over her shoulders. Then she retrieved Jeremy’s bathrobe from the floor and did the same for him. He couldn’t hide his disappointment as she firmly tied his bathrobe in place.

Pam pinched his ear. “Nice try. Maybe we could cuddle instead?” Jeremy sighed and took a seat on her lap, his legs dangling sideways as she sat on the bed. He opened his mouth to speak but instead stifled a yawn.

“See? Look how tired you are,” Pam said, cradling him in her arms. She began gently rocking him. “You’ve had a long day. All that horseplay at the pool. Being in the hot sun all afternoon. Eating nothing but sugar and carbs. Losing your virginity to me.”

That last sentence was merely an unspoken thought, albeit one that filled her insides with a warm glow. She fondly considered the boy in her arms. He seemed even younger due to the oversized bathrobe dwarfing his frame and the tired circles under his eyes. Jeremy was clearly on the verge of sleep so she continued rocking while enjoying the damp smell of rain from the open window. The brunt of the storm had passed, leaving behind only stray bursts of scattered rain.

Pam herself was holding back yawns when she felt Jeremy stirring in her arms. She looked down to find him tugging open her robe. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked. Not answering, Jeremy’s eyes playfully challenged her as he began kissing her freed breast.

“Mmm,” Pam murmured when she felt his warm mouth close around her nipple. He reclined so low across her lap that she wrapped an arm around his shoulders to support him. His weight was a sweet burden, not bothersome in the least. Unable to help herself, she cradled him tighter and pushed his head close to her chest. She was so distracted by Jeremy’s soft lips that it took her a moment to notice that he had pushed aside his bathrobe to stroke his fully erect member.

Pam was temporarily hypnotized at the sight of his penis gliding into his fist. “Hey. Be gentle with yourself down there,” she reminded. His mouth still clamped around her nipple, Jeremy took her wrist and guided her hand between his legs.

His message was clear: well, you do it then. And Pam had countless reasons to do it for him. His penis was warm and throbbing; it was so small in her hand and he needed her so badly. But what about that tear in his precious foreskin? She reluctantly released Jeremy’s penis and instead cupped his scrotum. Her fingers gently kneaded the hairless sack until she located the two modestly sized balls under the squishy skin.

Perhaps it was because of the way he stubbornly latched onto her nipple, but their roles had never been clearer: he was a boy who needed something and she was the woman who could provide. Small details aside (for example: the pulsing erection against her thumb), it was a very motherly moment that sharply conflicted with her simmering arousal.

Not sure how to proceed, Pam continued massaging and rocking him. Maybe it was because he was tired. Or maybe there were primal memories of being breastfed that lurked in his mind. Jeremy’s eyelids grew progressively heavier until he couldn’t keep his eyes open. The sucking sensation from his mouth began to stop and start, slowly tapered, then finally came to a rest with his slackened lips around Pam’s nipple. His proud penis was the last to go. Beat by beat, his fading erection toppled over in slow motion until it became a shadow of its former self.

Holding her breath, Pam gently extricated herself from the sleeping boy, hoisting him into a partially upright position so she could slip from beneath him. To her relief, he didn’t wake when she lowered him onto the bed. “I can’t believe that actually worked,” she murmured. Pam couldn’t even remember the last time he fell asleep in her presence without Call of Duty to knock him out.

She shivered. The remnants of his saliva on her breast made the skin prickle in the cool air. Pam adjusted her robe. If she was cold, Jeremy was probably cold too. She was about to tuck him under the covers when she remembered his injury. He was never one to complain about sleeping naked, but tonight she decided he would benefit from wearing underwear at least.

Retrieving his discarded clothing from the floor, Pam folded his shorts and t-shirt and left them in a neat pile on the armchair, although she chose to deposit his underwear in the laundry hamper. They were probably clean enough, but she wanted fresh underpants for him. Something that hadn’t been lying on the floor. Opening his dresser, she chose a pristine white pair from a stack and then began the task of getting them on Jeremy without waking him. Taking one ankle at a time, she gently eased them up his legs.

When she reached his mid-thigh, Pam took a moment to examine his boy parts. The open cut on his foreskin was still visible, a darkened red wound that was partially hidden now that his penis had relaxed into its slumbering state. The bleeding had stopped, thankfully. Saying a quick prayer in her head, Pam gave his boo-boo a quick kiss before tugging his underwear into place. Jeremy sighed and rolled onto his side, which made it easier to tuck the sheets around his splayed body.

Still in caretaker mode, Pam continued with some minor tidying. She hung his still-damp swim trunks to dry, straightened a tipped-over model airplane, and retrieved the lone slice of leftover birthday cake from his desk. It would definitely be better off in the fridge if he was planning on eating it tomorrow. The glint from his new iPod Touch on his desk caught her eye. Pam moved it over to his nightstand for him to find tomorrow morning.

Before setting it down, she pressed the home button to wake the screen. The time changed from 11:10 to 11:11 PM right before her eyes.

“You’re officially twelve, Jeremy,” she whispered, kissing his cheek and turning off the light. She went to the kitchen to put away his last slice of birthday cake. Even though it was covered in plastic wrap, she caught a whiff of the sugary chocolate frosting. Her stomach growled with temptation. Would he notice if she stole a taste? Shrugging, Pam pried away the plastic wrap, not even bothering with silverware as she took a big bite of his cake and licked her fingers clean.