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 ï>¿Jade by Tempest

   Can a young girl overcome a traumatic experience, or will she allow it
to shape her life?

   Prelude

   "No, Uncle Dave," the eleven-year-old girl said firmly as he groped her
breast with one hand while holding her arm with his other.  She tried to
pull his hand away, but he was too strong, and her grip was too weak.  As
hard as she tried to pry his fingers from her arm, the harder he gripped
it. "You're hurting me," the girl said as she tried to twist away from him.
Her uncle stopped pawing at her breast and backhanded her across her face.
She yelped like a dog who had just been kicked.

   "Shut the fuck up, girl," Uncle Dave snarled. He grasped the neck of her
pale-blue satin short-sleeve blouse and yanked.  All of the pearl-white
buttons popped off one by one in quick succession starting from the top. 
His powerful hand tore the strap of her white cotton bra and bent the hooks
on the fastener as her bra came off. "NO!" she screamed, as she tried to
cover her naked breasts from his lustful gaze, but another blow to the side
of her head with her uncle's open hand caused her body to go limp. Uncle
Dave took the opportunity of her temporary incapacitation to lift her up
and carry her to her bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed.  Wasting no
time, he quickly got undressed.  The young girl was slowly coming to when
she saw her uncle's naked muscular body looming over her.  She saw his long
thick erection sticking straight out from the bush of dirty black hair. 
The young girl tried weakly to pull the remains of her blouse to cover her
naked breasts, but it was badly torn, and most of it was trapped beneath
her. The preteen screamed as her Uncle Dave pulled both her shorts and
cotton panties down.  Her hand automatically covered her crotch, and she
tried kicking him.  She stopped as she saw him raise his hand and covered
her face.  Instead of slapping her, he pulled her shorts and underpants
off. "No, don't do this, Uncle Dave, I beg you," his eleven-year-old niece
pleaded.  "If you stop now, I'll not say anything.  Please, uncle, please
don't.  Pleassse!" Her pleading turned to sobs as she resigned herself to
her fate.  She didn't offer any resistance when her uncle got onto the bed
and roughly grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart.  Uncle Dave spoke for
the just the second time since he said 'Hey' as she opened the front door
of her and her mother's small single-story house. "That's one nice pussy
you've got down there, and I'm gonna love fucking it." Dave's niece
whimpered and tried to get into the fetal position, but he was too strong.
He pulled her legs over his thighs, allowing his erection to lie on her
mons.  Dave grasped both of her delicate wrists in his left hand and held
them down onto the bed above her head.  The preteen was sobbing, tears
streamed down her face.  She squeezed her eyes tight cutting off her tears.
The girl's uncle grasped the shaft of his penis in his right hand spit on
its head and guided it to her virginal opening and pushed. "Aieee!" the
girl screamed as she felt a sharp stab of pain as her uncle penetrated her
dry vagina.  She was wailing as he pushed all of his length inside her
tearing her hymen.  His full weight was pressing her down into the mattress
as he fucked her uncaringly.  She felt like she was being ripped in two as
he thrust his hard penis in and out of her. The preteen could feel his hot,
smelly breath on her body and his sweat dripping from his forehead onto her
small breasts as he sucked first one then the other.  She took herself
somewhere else, somewhere miles from her bedroom as her uncle raped her. 
She was brought back when she heard him grunt and felt his penis swell as
he ejaculated inside her.  When he was done, he pulled out of her raw and
red vagina.  A stream of his viscous white liquid tinged with her blood
poured out and soaked into the cotton sheet. He got dressed, and before he
left, he spoke again when he said, "You tell anyone about what I just did,
and I'll kill you." The girl drew herself into a fetal position and lay
there sobbing.  Her mother found her almost comatose two hours later.



   Chapter One

   "This breakfast tastes like shit," the burly, loud-mouthed slob of a guy
said to his waitress, who burst into tears and ran back to the kitchen. 
The man sat there and glared at me as I looked at him in disbelief. "What
you looking at, asshole?" he said to me. I just shook my head and went back
to eating my BLT.  The waitress came back out a minute later and went to
refill my coffee cup; I stopped her.  I looked at her teary eyes and sighed
as the loud-mouthed man got up out of the booth opposite mine. "And I ain't
payin' for it neither," the man shouted as he stormed out of the diner.
"Don't clear my plate," I told the waitress, "I'll be right back." I slid
out of the booth and followed the loud-mouth to his pickup.  As he went to
open the door, I grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back. "If
you didn't like the food," I hissed into his ear, "don't take it out on the
waitress, complain to the manager, asshole." With that, I pulled his head
back with my free hand and slammed his forehead into the roof of the cab,
making a big dent.  He slumped to the ground.  As I walked back into the
diner I passed a young girl by the window doing her homework.  She had
dusky-blonde hair fixed in a ponytail, deep-blue eyes, a wide mouth with a
full lower lip and a small straight nose.  She looked up at me and smiled.
"That dent's gonna take some fixing," she said. I stopped and smiled at the
girl.  "He was an asshole and deserved it," I replied and walked back to my
table and slid back onto the banquette. "I hope my daughter wasn't
bothering you, Sir," the waitress said as she topped off my coffee cup. I
looked at her and noticed for the first time how beautiful she was.  She
had light-brown hair fixed in a ponytail, deep-blue eyes, a wide mouth with
a full lower lip and a small straight nose.  She smiled, revealing rows of
pearly white teeth. "That's your daughter?" I asked, even though their
shared deep-blue eye color should have told me she was. "Yes, her name's
Jade." "No, she wasn't bothering me at all.  Does she do her homework
before going to school every day?" "Yes.  I work the early shift and bring
her in with me.  Our manager lets her sit there and even lets me give her
breakfast." "That's good of her.  I'm glad to hear that.  How does your
daughter get to school?" "Her bus stops across the street to pick up local
kids, so she hops on with them.  The bus driver's pretty good about it
because it's not really her pickup stop." The waitress put my check under
the salt shaker and left to refill other guests' cups.  I looked at the
check; it was eleven dollars and twenty-six cents, and the waitress' name
was Trish, and she had drawn a smiley face next to it.  The diner was the
kind where you paid at the checkout register.  I took out my wallet, pulled
a hundred dollar bill out, and slipped it under the salt shaker.  I got up
and walked to the register.  After paying my bill, I smiled at the
waitress's daughter on the way out.  I got in my restored dark blue,
sixty-nine Camaro SS and drove to my next diner. JADE THOUGHT THAT THE GUY
who had just meted out justice to the man who had just stiffed her mother
with his check, was quite handsome.  Not too tall, but he appeared to work
out judging by his physique and the relative ease that he had handled the
man who looked a good hundred pounds heavier and six inches taller.  She
figured he was in his late twenties or maybe early thirties and she liked
that he took the time to speak to her; she loved his smile.  Jade found it
difficult to talk to adult males and had surprised herself that she has
spoken to him before being spoken to.  But the one thing she really liked
about him, was the fact that he drove that beautiful dark blue sixty-nine
Chevy Camaro SS.  She wondered if she would ever see him again.



   Chapter Two

   AS I WALKED INTO THE DINER, Jakes Place, by name, the next morning at
six ten, Trish's daughter, Jade, sat at the same table by the window
reading a school book with an exercise book open beside it.  There were
remnants of hash browns and an empty orange juice cup on a tray on the
opposite side of her table.  I looked at her and smiled. "Sir," she said. I
stopped.  "Yes, young lady, how can I help you?" "I'm having trouble with
my English homework; do you know much about it?" "I do, what do you need to
know?" "Well, I have homework, and I'm stuck on a question." "You're Jade,
Trish's daughter, right?" "Uh-huh." "Okay, Jade, let me see," I said,
leaning over her shoulder. "It's this question here.  I have to read this
sentence and decide what words form a squinting modifier and how to correct
it.  I guess I should know what that is, but I think I may have been out
sick the day they taught that subject." "It generally consists of two
words," I explained, "where one word modifies the other.  If the sentence
is not constructed correctly, it causes confusion to the reader as to what
the writer is trying to convey, so it needs to be corrected." I leaned
closer and could smell jasmine shampoo in her hair and floral soap on her
bare neck.  I pointed at the first example.  "Look at this sentence, Jade."
I read the sentence aloud.  "Listening to loud music slowly gives me a
headache." Jade turned her head and realized that our faces were just six
inches apart.  She moved a little to her right to put a little more space
between us. "Oh, sorry, Jade, I didn't mean to invade your personal space."
"S'okay.  So how do I know which is which?" "In general look for the noun
and then find what is modifying it." Jade looked at it, thought for a few
moments then pointed to the word 'music' and to the word 'slowly.' "Music
is the noun, and the adverb slowly is the modifier." "Excellent, Jade.  Now
can you tell me how that sentence might be rewritten so as to make better
sense? Jade chewed the top of her pencil while she thought.  "Hmmm, I know
that listening to loud music sometimes gives me a headache." "So, how would
you rewrite that sentence to make sure the reader knows you slowly get a
headache listening to loud music?" Jade wrote in her exercise book, 'When I
listen to loud music, I slowly develop a headache.' "Perfect, Jade.  Now
read the others, think them through given what you just learned, and if you
get stuck, come and ask me." "Thanks, mister . . .  ?" "Oh, sorry, Jade, my
name's Chris." Jade smiled at me.  "Thanks, Chris." I loved her soft shy
smile. With that, I left her and found a booth in the area that Trish took
care of.  She brought me a menu and a steaming mug of coffee.  She handed
me the menu and put the mug down in front of me. "I think you made a
mistake yesterday, sir," she said, offering me the hundred dollar bill that
I had left under the salt shaker yesterday." "It was no mistake, Trish."
"But, I can't accept it, it's too much of a tip." "Did you have to pay for
that foul-mouthed customer who stiffed you with his check yesterday?"
"Uh-huh." "Well, please accept the money and consider it your just
compensation." "You're very kind, Mr. . .  ? "My name's Chris, Chris Hunt."
"You're very kind, Chris.  I hope my daughter wasn't bothering you this
morning." "Not at all, Trish.  She's a lovely and intelligent young woman.
How old is she?" "She's fourteen.  And I'm surprised that she talked to you
first.  I've never seen her initiate a conversation with an adult male
since . . ." "Since . . .  ?" I queried. Trish lowered her voice and made
sure no one was in earshot.  "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but you
seem like a very nice man; you see, Jade was raped by her uncle when she
was eleven.  My ex-husband's brother was tried and convicted and is now
serving thirty-five years in prison." "Oh, my God!  That's horrible!  I'm
sure she was traumatized." "She was in therapy for over a year, but I don't
think she's fully gotten over it yet, which is why I was surprised she
spoke to you first, let alone let you get so near to her.  I watched the
two of you, and it seemed as if you were having a normal conversation
-"something she doesn't do even with her other two uncles.  She's also
uncomfortable around men." "I was just helping her with her homework."
"Thanks for helping her.  Would you like to order now?" I gave Trish my
order of two eggs over medium with link sausage and corned beef hash.  As I
ate breakfast, I saw Jade get up from her table and put her homework in her
book bag.  I looked at my watch and thought it too early for the school
bus. Instead of heading outside, she came over to my table. "Can I sit
here?" she asked. "Of course, Jade," I replied.  "I'm delighted to have
such charming company." Causing a slight blush on Jade's cheeks. Trish
arrived and freshened up my coffee; she said to Jade, "You shouldn't be
sitting here with a customer, Honey." I put my hand up.  "It's okay, Trish,
she can stay.  We're homework buddies now." Trish sighed and left to greet
another customer who had just walked in. Jade looked at me with her
gorgeous deep-blue eyes and brushed a few errant strands of her light-brown
hair behind her left ear. "How come you know so much about English?" she
asked.  "You a teacher or something?" I was intrigued.  Her mother had told
me she had been raped by her uncle when she was just eleven years old, and
yet here she was, sitting at my table and initiating a conversation
-"something her mother said she never did. "I guess in a way.  I was a good
student in college and I used to tutor students in English to make a few
extra bucks.  Now I just write stories for fun." "Really!  Do you have any
books published?" she asked; she seemed genuinely interested. "No, I'm not
that good.  I post them online." "Ooh, can I read some of them?" "Err . . .
I don't think they're suitable for a schoolgirl." "What do you mean?  Are
they like Lady Chatterley's Lover?  We've all read that as well as Tropic
of Cancer and Ulysses." "No, not exactly." I was torn.  If I gave her the
link to my home page and she got upset reading them and told her mother,
then I was in trouble.  I mean, I'm sure being raped by her uncle was very
traumatic.  But none of my stories were about rape or non-consensual sex.
Then a thought struck me.  Maybe reading about loving sexual relationships
between adults and girls of her age.  might help her realize not all
encounters are bad. "C'mon, Chris," Jade said and smiled.  She leaned
closer and lowered her voice.  "Tell me what they're about.  Are they juicy
stories about forbidden sex?" I SURPRISED MYSELF WITH THE WAY this
conversation was headed.  I mean I know I talk to my girlfriends about sex
and stuff, but never with a man.  But Chris was different; he was not only
handsome and had a sexy lean body, but his whole demeanor put me at ease. I
felt like I could talk to him about anything.  I was surprised I wasn't
blushing like crazy when I mentioned forbidden sex.  And he drove a sexy
car.  I wondered if he might take me for a drive in it. JADE WAS SURPRISING
THE heck out of me with what she was saying.  This didn't seem like a girl
who had undergone a traumatic experience like rape, and by someone she
trusted.  I was torn.  Should I tell her that I knew about the rape? "Sort
of," I replied.  "I know we've only just met, and you don't know me from
Adam, but can I be honest with you, Jade?" "Uh-huh." I leaned across the
table and whispered, "Your mother confided in me . . .  you know . . . 
about what happened when you were eleven." The smile vanished from Jade's
face, and she too whispered, "It was horrible, really horrible," she said.
"It wasn't so much about what he did to me -"although that was almost
unbearable -"it was what he took from me.  He took my virginity, and I can
never give it to the man I fall in love with -"not that that's ever going
to happen." I put my hand over hers.  "I'm so, so sorry, Jade.  I can't
begin to imagine what that was like." Jade sniffled and wiped a tear from
each eye with her forefinger.  "Sorry to be so melodramatic.  It's
something that I'll never forget, but my therapist told me not to let it
define who I am and how I live my life.  I'm finding that so hard to do
though." I was beginning to like Jade.  She was a strong young woman, and I
liked strong women, but she was only fourteen -"still only a child really.
Somehow I was strangely drawn to her. "So.  How about your stories?" Jade
said, bringing me back from my thoughts. "They are mainly about consensual
sex between underage girls and their fathers or grandfathers or men that
they know.  There is no violence and it's all consensual sex.  In many
stories, it's the girl who initiates it.  How would you feel about reading
those kinds of stories?" A smile spread across Jade's face.  "I think I'm
going to like reading your stories, Chris.  My girlfriends and I are always
looking at older guys and wondering what it would be like to have sex with
them.  I know that sounds strange given what I went through, but we have
those . . .  you know . . .strong feelings." "You do?  So, I'm not making
this stuff up?" "No, you're not." "If I agree to give you the link, you can
never tell anyone about my stories -"especially your mother.  You can share
the link with your girlfriends if you want, but please don't tell them that
you know who wrote them.  That's a secret between you and me.  Okay? 
Deal?" Jade stuck out her hand.  "Deal." I shook it. I scribbled the URL to
my website on a scrap of paper she had torn off her exercise book and gave
it to her. "Can you memorize it?" She looked at the paper.  I saw her lips
moving as she read the website address.  "Yep, got it." I crumpled up the
paper and put it in my pocket.  Just then, Trish came to our table. "Jade!
What are you still doing here!?  Your bus just pulled away.  Now I'm going
to have to take time off and drive you to school.  What were you thinking?"
I put my hand over Trish's.  "It's okay, Trish, I'll drive her to school."
Trish looked at her daughter with an 'I can't believe you're going to get
in the same car with a guy' look of surprise. "You sure?" Trish said,
looking not at me but at her daughter. "Yes, Mom, I'll be fine," Jade
replied.  "You worry too much." "Thanks, Chris, that's very kind of you."
"Don't worry, Trish, I'll get her there safe and sound." I put a
twenty-dollar bill under the salt shaker, picked up my check, and headed
for the checkout with Jade in tow. "Can you tell me where your school is
located, Jade?" I said as soon as we were in my Camaro. "Yes, it's over on
Glendale, and I love, love, love your car.  Sixty-nine Camaro SS, right?"
"That's right.  So, you like old cars?" "Yeah, I think they're sooo cool.
My grandfather got me hooked when I was just a little girl.  But this
drives like a new car." "It's a resto-mod.  It's where they -"" Jade cut me
off.  "I know about resto-mods.  I love those TV shows like Bitchin'
Rides, Iron Resurrection and Overhaulin'." "Wow!  Jade, I think you and
I are going to get along just fine." "How old are you, Chris?" "I'm
thirty-one, why?" "That's fairly young to afford what this car must have
cost." " I guess I might best be described as a lucky entrepreneur.  I
remember taking a test in junior high school and next thing I knew I had
skipped a grade.  Long story longer, I graduated from high school and
started my college career a few days after I turned seventeen.  I earned my
degree in BusAd in three years, went straight to grad school, and earned an
MBA in Property Management a couple of days before I could legally buy a
drink in a bar." "Wow, that's impressive, Chris." "Thanks, Jade but I must
have been born with a lucky four-leaf clover under my butt or something
like that, because by my mid 20s I was able to parlay my MBA and a modest
inheritance from my late grandfather into a substantial nest egg derived
from undervalued industrial properties in the San Fernando Valley. I own
Jake's Place and Trish is technically my employee but she doesn't know
that. My parents have always been busy, hard-working professional people
and as a youngster I had more than one meal by myself in local diners.  I
had come to think of diners as a home away from home and began to acquire
them almost as a hobby  -" so far I own six." "You own SIX diners!?  Wow!
Do you have any other cars beside the Camaro?" "I've got a Jaguar E-type as
well as a few others." "Series one or two?" "Series one."
"Three-point-eight or four-point-two?" "Wow!  you know your old cars. 
Three-point-eight, but I had triple Webers fitted; they're more reliable
than SUs and you don't have to constantly keep them tuned." "I'd love to
have a ride in it sometime." "How about this coming Saturday?  I could pick
you up, and we could go for a drive and get a bite of lunch." "Sounds
great, Chris.  Oh, here's my school." I pulled up at the drop off station.
Jade leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. Now I was really enjoying Jade.
No young teenage girl had ever taken an interest in me, or in my cars, and
none had ever kissed me. "Thanks for the lift, Chris," Jade said.  "Here's
my phone number, text me, and I'll give you my address." I memorized her
phone number.  "Thanks, Jade.  Have a great day at school." Jade smiled at
me and got out of the car. As I drove away, I was as excited as a schoolboy
on a first date.  Jade, in the very short time that I had known her, had
dispelled all of my preconceived notions of teenage girls.  She was not
hare-brained; she was not shallow; she could hold an adult conversation for
more than five seconds; she was articulate and smart, but she was only
fourteen years old. Fuck! What was I thinking?  I had no business taking a
fourteen-year-old girl out on a joy ride and to lunch for heaven's sake. 
But I wanted to help her.  Maybe reading my stories and seeing that I'm an
okay guy will get her to trust men again, I rationalized. I CAN'T BELIEVE I
KISSED him, but he smelled really good.  I have to tell my friend Amy all
about him.  I bet she'll be surprised that I'm going out on a date after
all the times she's tried to set me up with guys.  I think my life might
finally be turning around.  I was glad I was finally taking my therapist's
advice to not let what happened to me affect my life.  It had taken a long
time for me to truly accept that advice.



   Chapter Three

   I PULLED THE LONG JAGUAR XKE to a halt outside Trish's house in the
marginal neighborhood of the Los Angeles community of Van Nuys at eleven
o'clock as arranged via text messages.  I left the straight six engine
idling, purring like the cat the car was, and walked 'round to the
passenger side, leaned against the car and waited for Jade to emerge from
the house. The day after I had invited Jade for a ride and lunch, Trish had
said that her daughter seemed to be happier than she had seen her in a long
time and attributed that to me befriending her.  I wasn't sure if it was
that or perhaps the stories she was probably reading on my website, but I
was glad she was happier and coming out of her shell.  I wasn't sure if
Jade had told her mother that I was picking her up but assumed that it
would be okay. I was really looking forward to seeing Jade again.  Even
though I was a prodigious writer of stories about sex with underage girls,
I was not a pedophile.  My stories were just that -"stories.  But I'm not
sure if I believed what the disclaimer said on all of my website's pages,
which was that I, as the author, do not in any way, shape or form condone
sexual relationships between adults and children, which is both highly
illegal and damaging to the children involved. I was strangely drawn to
Jade in a very sexual way, and that bothered the shit out of me.  I should
never have offered to take Jade for a ride and to lunch, but I did, and now
here I am.  Jade waved as she came out of the house.  She had on a green,
short-sleeved cotton top that buttoned down the front, a pair of blue jeans
and pink Keds, no socks.  She bounded down the driveway and put her arms
around my neck and kissed me on my lips.  I tentatively held her sides, and
my thumbs accidentally rubbed the sides of her bra through her top.  Damn,
she smelled good as well, Jasmine shampoo in freshly washed hair and just
the trace of a scent of floral soap on her neck. Fuck! "Wow, gorgeous Jag,
and it's British Racing Green!  I've been looking forward to this all week,
Chris." I opened the passenger door, and Jade slid into the black leather
bucket seat.  After closing the door, I walked around the car and climbed
into the driver's seat. "Buckle your seatbelt," I told her, "it's just a
lap belt I'm afraid, but it's better than nothing." After we were buckled
up, I depressed the clutch and slipped the non-synchronized Moss gearbox
into first gear, and we were off. I drove to Van Nuys Boulevard and headed
toward the 101 Freeway where I took the westbound onramp.  Even though
Jade's long light-brown hair was fixed in a ponytail, it still blew forward
into her face in such a way that she had to hold it in place.  I took off
my black corduroy cap and gave it to her; she put it on to tame her hair.
"Thanks, Chris," she shouted. I could just hear her over the roar of the
engine and the noise of the air rushing by at close to seventy miles per
hour.  I drove west on the 101 and about 15 minutes later took the Topanga
Canyon Road offramp and headed toward the Santa Monica Mountains.  After a
leisurely drive through the residential area of Woodland Hills I was able
to open the throttle on the winding iconic canyon road.  After a run well
above the speed limit, I hit the brake pedal.  The four-wheel disc brakes
hauled the car to a more leisurely thirty miles per hour to take the
sweeping right-hand curve, as both our bodies were pulled back into our
seats by the lap belts. Around the next left-hand curve, I saw our
destination, Topanga Bistro.  I parked as far away from the restaurant as I
could to keep my car away from the dreaded 'door bangers'.  After killing
the engine, we just sat there listening to it tick as it and the exhaust
system cooled, relishing the beauty and peace and quiet of the area. "That
was soooo cool, Chris!  I love this car; it's sooo sexy, but next time I'll
bring my baseball cap." "You think my car is sexy?" I queried. "God, yes,
and so are you." That last comment caused Jade to blush a little. I got
out, walked around to the passenger side and opened her door.  Jade
unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out.  I happened to look down the front
of her loose top and saw one of her tits inside the cup of her bra. Fuck! I
took her hand and helped her stand. "Thanks, Chris, you're such a
gentleman." We ordered lunch -"Roasted Jidori Chicken with caramelized
Brussel sprouts topped with bacon and fingerling potatoes and a light beer
for me, and a Grilled Chicken sandwich with avocado, tomatoes, red onions
with a jalapeÃ+/-o tartar and Coke for Jade -"and while we were waiting,
talked about some of my stories that she had read.  I was glad that the
place wasn't too busy and that we had a table in the far corner of the
room. "I really liked your stories.  They were well written, and they all
were about love and tenderness.  The men were gentle with the girls when
they made love for the first time.  It made me a little sad to read how
wonderful it can be when a girl loses her virginity." "I'm glad that you
liked them.  I don't really know how young girls think.  A couple of my
female readers had written and told me that they and some of their friends
had sexual thoughts about the older males in their families or a teacher or
the guy next door.  I just took it from there." "I had a thing for my art
teacher.  He was about your age.  I used to think about him when I lay in
bed at night and . . .  you know . . .  touched myself.  But that was
before . . .  you know." I could feel my cock swelling inside my pants. 
Thankfully they were quite loose, and the table hid from Jade's view what
I'm sure was a bulge. "How many have you read?" "About a dozen." "Which one
is your favorite so far?" Jade thought for a few moments, then said,
"Casandra.  I cried at the end when she found out her lover had died of a
heart attack.  It was so beautifully written, and Casandra was sooo lucky
to have moved in next door to such a caring and gentle man.  I loved that
she took their daughter to the cemetery to see her Daddy's grave." "That's
one of my favorites too.  I loved writing it." "Can I ask you something,
Chris?" "Sure you can, and I'll try and answer truthfully." "I read the
disclaimer where you said you didn't condone sex between an adult and a
child.  Do you really mean that?" I didn't quite know what to say.  I
remember when I wrote that, it was more to placate anyone in authority who
might go after me.  All the stories that I wrote were written from the
point of view of the main character and what I would like to do with young
girls.  It was pure fantasy of course since there was no way in Hell I
could even approach an underage girl and ask to have sex with her without
her running to her parents.  That was a risk I was not willing to take. 
But Jade . . . "I'm going to be honest with you, Jade.  All of the male
characters in my stories are a projection of me.  The thought of . . .  you
know . . .  doing the sort of things that my character does . . .  well, it
excites me.  But there's as much likelihood of that happening as seeing a
snowman in Hell." Jade was quiet as we finished our lunch.  I paid the
check, and we headed back outside.  After we were back in the car, Jade
turned to me and said, "I've never been kissed by a guy; would you kiss me
please, Chris?" Fuck! "I'm not sure that's appropriate, Jade." "Please,
Chris.  I want to know what it feels like.  I'm fourteen years old, and I
feel like I'm a freak for not having been seriously kissed.  Heck, I
haven't even had a boyfriend.  I listen to my friends talking about what it
feels like, and I want to know.  Please, will you?" Fuck! I leaned over,
put my fingers on her chin, and turned her face to me.  I brushed her soft
lips with mine, and I was lost in the kiss.  My tongue pressed urgently
against her teeth.  Jade opened her mouth and admitted my tongue.  She
wasn't too sure about what to do at first, but within a minute our tongues
were doing their flirty dance, first in her mouth and then in mine.  Jade
was really getting into French kissing, pushing her tongue as far inside my
mouth as she could.  It took all of my willpower to not slide my hand down
and cup her breast. "Gaawd, that was amazing, Chris," Jade said almost
panting after she broke our kiss.  "Thanks for kissing me.  I'd like to do
it again sometime if we can." Fuck! I turned on the ignition and pressed
the button to start the motor.  After we had buckled our lap belts, I put
the big cat into gear and drove out of the parking lot and back to Jade's
house. THE DRIVE WAS THRILLING!  Lunch was delicious, but gawd that kiss
was amazing!  My friends had told me about Frenching as they called it, but
I never knew it could be that good.  Toward the end of the kiss, I could
feel my panties getting damp, and that had never happened before.  I like
Chris a lot.  He's handsome, charming, caring, funny and he's a good
kisser. I wonder where he'll take me next Saturday.  Wait till I tell Amy
about that kiss.



   Chapter Four

   IT WAS AFTER EIGHT ON MONDAY MORNING when I made my way to Jake's Place.
As I sat in the booth, Trish brought me a mug of steaming black coffee and
surprised me by sitting on the banquette opposite. "I want to thank you,
Chris, for drawing Jade out of her shell.  After the ride in your car
Saturday, she could talk of nothing else." "I'm so glad that I could help.
Jade is an adorable and intelligent girl.  I hope you're not mad at me for
agreeing to take her to lunch without clearing it with you first?" Trish
touched my forearm.  "She's old enough to make her own decisions, Chris,
and I trust you to take good care of her." With that, Trish got up and went
back to the kitchen to give the short order cook my order of French toast
and bacon. After breakfast, I played a round of golf with an old school
buddy, and the whole time, all I could think about was that kiss.  My buddy
must have noticed my lack of concentration when I scored a bogey on a par
three that I usually birdied. "You seem preoccupied today, Chris," John
said after marking his card with my bogey. "Yeah, sorry, John.  I met this
amazing young woman, and I can't seem to get her out of my mind." "Then she
must be someone special since I haven't seen you like this before.  This
round of golf is going to be one to be forgotten.  That's three bogies, a
double bogey, and just one par -"and that was on the par five." "I know I
can trust you, John, but I may be getting myself into a heap of trouble."
John frowned.  "How so?  She married?" "No, she's not married; she's
fourteen." "Fourteen!  Shit, Chris, what were you thinking?  Have you . . .
you know . . .  ?" "No, we've just kissed." "Chris, as your longtime
friend, I would advise you to run like Hell in the opposite direction,
because she can be nothing but trouble for you." "Good advice, John, and I
should take it.  But I just don't know.  I've been attracted to a lot of
different women.  Rail-thin runway-like models, Rubenesque types, women
with big tits, women with small tits.  But they were all women.  I've never
ever been attracted to young girls, but Jade is different.  I can't get her
out of my head." "Remember that song by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap?"
John said.  "'Young girl, get out of my mind, My love for you is way out of
line, Better run, girl, You're much too young, girl'." He sang slightly off
key.  "Come on, let's play golf and try and get your game back together."
After we finished eighteen, I drove home.  As I entered the kitchen from
the elevator from the garage, my iPhone's tone told me I had a text.  I
swiped the phone open and read it; it was from Jade. 'I really enjoyed
Saturday's ride and having lunch with you.  Your car is sooo cool.  Can we
do it again this coming Saturday?  XX' I sighed heavily and texted back. 
'Would love to; same time?' Ten minutes later, I got a reply.  'Looking
forward to it.  Can we kiss again since I really, really liked Frenching
with you?' Fuck! I texted back.  'Looking forward to kissing you again.'
'Can't wait to see you again, Chris XX'



   Chapter Five

   The next day, I visited my first restaurant that was nearing the
completion of its remodel.  I saw Robert, the restaurant's manager talking
to one of the staff. "Good morning, Mr.  Hunt," Robert said as he put out
his hand. I shook it.  "Morning, Robert.  How's everything going?" "Just
fine.  The contractor is just finishing up his punch list, and we should be
ready to open next Monday as planned.  We have kitchen staff and servers
lined up, but there's the question of who the assistant manager will be. 
You said not to interview anyone since you had someone in mind.  I really
need to fill that position -"like now if the person is to familiarize
themselves with their duties." "Call this number," I replied, handing him a
piece of paper.  "The woman's name is Trisha Harrison.  She works at one of
my diners.  Get her in tomorrow afternoon and offer her the job.  But,
Robert, please don't mention my name, or the fact that I own the
restaurant." "Okay, Mr.  Hunt will do." That evening, Jade called me. "Hey,
Jade, how's school?" "It's just fine, Chris.  I've got some good news.  Mom
got offered a job as assistant manager at a new upscale restaurant that's
opening over in Encino." "I know, Jade," I replied. "But . . .  ?" "I own
the restaurant, and I told my manager to hire your mother, but you can't
say anything to her.  It's to be another one of our secrets." "You own the
restaurant as well as all those diners?  How cool is that?  Thank you,
Chris, that was very thoughtful of you.  And I won't say a word." "I have
to admit, Jade, that I had an ulterior motive.  I saw where you live, and
it's not the most desirable neighborhood.  Now that your mother will be
earning a lot more money, can you convince her to move?" "Yeah, you're
right.  There's a dope dealer four doors down, and men come and go to the
house across the street at all hours.  We only rent, but the furniture is
ours.  But where should we look?" "I'm going to text you an address for an
apartment complex that I own.  Somehow get your mom to go and see the
manager and look at an apartment.  I'll forewarn her to give your mom an
especially low rent." I could hear Jade quietly sobbing on the other end of
the call.  "That's so good of you, Chris.  But how shall I get her there
without her asking questions?" "I'll leave a flyer for the complex at that
stand near the entrance to the diner; you know, where local businesses
advertise?  Grab it as you go in tomorrow morning; your mother needs to
work the first shift and then give her notice.  Make sure you show it to
her and convince her that you need to move.  Make up some story about some
neighbor making a crude comment to you.  Can you do that, Jade?" "I think I
can.  She's always worried about me walking through the neighborhood after
the bus drops me off in the afternoon.  And, Chris, thanks again for doing
this for us." "You're welcome, Jade.  You and your mom deserve it.  See you
on Saturday." "Can't wait, Chris.  Bye." With that, Jade ended the call.



   Chapter Six

   I woke with a start as dawn was breaking; the high clouds scurried
across the early morning sky.  I looked at the alarm clock that told me
with its red LEDs that it was five after five.  Then I remembered that
today was Saturday and I was to pick Jade up for a ride and lunch.  I
wasn't sure if I could resist the temptation to do something with her if
she invited it.  Or even if she wanted to, after her traumatic experience
being raped by her uncle. Fuck! I looked over at the inert body of Thelma,
who I had met at the country club restaurant after a round of golf on
Wednesday.  She had shown her interest by writing her name and phone number
on the check with a smiley face and a note that said 'call me.' I called
her Friday and arranged to meet her for dinner.  Dinner was excellent, as
was the sex.  I peered over the edge of the bed and was glad to see the
used condom on the floor.  Our lovemaking last night was frenzied, and I
was concerned that I might not have used protection.  My golfing buddy,
John, had told me that she was a hot number, and that a few of his
unmarried buddies had fucked her. Thelma stirred, yawned, and stretched. 
She pushed the sheet down with her feet, got off the bed and padded to the
bathroom.  I admired her gorgeous ass, her cheeks moving in sensual
counterpoint. "Nice ass," I shouted. "Nice dick," Thelma shouted back.  I
could hear the tinkling as she peed. "It's getting stiff again," I shouted.
"Keep it like that, I promised you a blowjob for fucking my brains out last
night." Thelma flushed the toilet, and I heard her washing her hands.  She
stood at the doorway, and I admired her tits that I remembered were more
than a pleasant handful.  She had a small rounded tummy and one of the
largest mons I had ever seen.  I could see that her pussy lips were still
red and engorged from the pounding I had given it the night before.  Her
tits moved seductively as she walked over and got back on the bed. Grasping
the shaft of my now fully erect cock, she lowered her mouth over its end
and took all of my five and a half inches in her mouth and partway down her
throat.  I groaned with pleasure as Thelma began to stroke my shaft while
sucking on its head. "Damn, Thelma!  You give one fucking good blowjob."
Thelma lifted her mouth of my cock.  "Well, you gave me one good fucking
last night, so a fucking good blowjob is a fitting reward." As Thelma
licked my cock from root to tip and swirled her tongue around the end, the
only vision in my closed eyes was that of Jade's tit inside the cup of her
bra. Fuck! "Oh, God, Thelma," I cried out as she brought me to my climax.
As I felt my cock swell, she took all of it inside her mouth, and I pumped
my creamy liquid straight into her stomach.  It was the most incredible
feeling to have her throat massaging the head of my cock as she repeatedly
swallowed. At ten thirty, I drove Thelma to her car which was still parked
at the golf club.  I promised to see her again.  I'm sure all the guys told
her that.  When I got home, I parked my Audi in my underground garage and
surveyed my car collection.  I wasn't sure which one to drive today.  Then
the white nineteen-sixty-six Rolls Royce Silver Shadow caught my eye.
"Yeah, I haven't taken you out for a while have I?" I said as I ran my hand
over the Spirit of Ecstasy bonnet ornament.  I wondered if the name had any
meaning for today's ride. The big vee-eight immediately sprang to life as
soon as I started it up and began to purr, thanks to the battery tender
that all my cars were fitted with to make them ready to drive at a moment's
notice.  A mechanic came in every 3 months and gave all my vehicles the
once over.  He also did the regular maintence like oil and filter changes,
greasing and brake fluid flushings to keep them in top  running order. I
selected DRIVE and released the brake, and the almost two and a half ton
car moved quietly and smoothly toward the garage door.  I hit the remote to
open the sliding door and drove up the ramp and down my half-mile long
driveway. I had only been living in my house, which I had custom built, on
a property in Chatsworth in the north part of the San Fernando Valley for
less than two years.  I had purchased the lot in a tax sale and had gotten
an unbelievable deal.  It was a large piece of property and the house was
sited where it was not visible to people driving by, giving me a high
degree of privacy and security.  My driveway took a circuitous route
through the topography of the lot.  It was only about 50 feet short of half
a mile. As I approached Jade's house, I was happy to see the Two Men and a
Van moving van sitting in the driveway with the rear door open and a ramp
in place.  I was standing holding the rear passenger door open as Jade came
bounding down the driveway. "Wow!  A Silver Shadow, what a cool car,
Chris," Jade said after she had got on tiptoe and kissed me on my lips. 
God, I loved her kisses. "Your limousine awaits my lady," I said in the
best Limey accent I could muster. "Well, thank you Jeeves, but I want to
sit next to the handsome chauffeur," Jade replied in a somewhat better
English accent than mine, then burst into a fit of giggles.  I closed the
rear door and opened the front passenger door.  She slid onto the burgundy
leather seat, and I closed the door with a reassuring soft clunk. "Where
to, my lady?" I asked as I got into the driver's seat and turned to face
her. "Lunch, please, Jeeves," she replied. I put the Turbo-Hydramatic
transmission into Drive, and we headed over to Topanga Canyon once more. 
This time we continued to Malibu and Moonshadows, a restaurant that I
particularly liked for both its food and views.  I knew it would be crowded
at noon, which is why we were going to get there early.  I refused valet
service as usual and parked at the far side of the lot.  Jade took my hand
in hers, and we walked to the restaurant.  I loved that she did that; it
was if we were a couple in love. "So, I see you're on the move," I said
after the mâitre d' had seated us and our server had introduced herself.
She was a college-aged girl by the name of Amanda and she took our orders.
'Best to get your order in before the lunchtime crowd gets here' she had
advised us. "Yeah, Mom was thrilled with the new job, and when we looked at
the apartment, we knew we had to take it.  Mom did ask the manager why the
rent was so low.  She told Mom that rentals were slow and so the complex
owners had dropped the rent." Jade put her hand over mine on the table and
looked at me with her gorgeous deep-blue eyes.  "Thank you sooo much,
Chris." "I'm glad I could help.  You and your mom deserve better.  So, what
stories have you been reading?" "I hope you don't mind, but I read a couple
of Renpet's stories." "Not at all.  It was after reading Renpet's stories
that I began writing my own.  Which ones did you read?" "Kissing Kiera." I
had to think.  I knew I'd read all of Renpet's work -"some of it over three
years ago.  Jeez, had I been writing that long?  It didn't seem that long.
"Sorry, Jade, but it's been a while, and I don't remember all of his
stories.  Help me out here." "It was about a soon to be fourteen-year-old
girl who falls in love with a twenty-four-year-old distant non-blood
relative.  And it started with a kiss." The mention of a kiss was not lost
on me. "I don't know if you remember or not, but the description of the
first time they made love was incredibly arousing." "You're making me think
that he's a better writer than me," I joked. Jade put her hand over mine.
"No, no.  I didn't mean to imply that.  You're a wonderful writer, Chris."
"I was just kidding, Jade." I immodestly wasn't sure I meant it. Our meals
arrived courtesy of Amanda.  I had the spicy ahi tuna tartare with
cucumber, seaweed, wasabi, sesame wonton, and avocado.  Jade had chosen the
pan seared sea scallops with celery root and cilantro puree.  As we ate,
Jade would look across the table at me and give me one of her soft shy
smiles and then look down as if she was afraid that I would see her
thoughts.  The teen was slowly inserting herself into my life whether she
knew it or not.  That thought thrilled me. GAWD, I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I'm
sitting across the table from such a handsome hunk.  I wasn't too sure if I
should text him and ask him to take me out to lunch again.  But that kiss .
. .  Gawd, I had to kiss him again, and here we are.  Nothing like being
more forward, I guess.  I'm not sure I'm ready for sex with him.  I mean .
. .  with what happened and all.  I'm going to just go with the flow and
see what Chris wants to do. "Could I take a selfie of the two us?" I asked.
"Sure you can, Jade," Chris replied. I got up and crouched down next to him
and snapped a couple of shots.  I'm going to send them to Amy. LUNCH OVER
AND THE CHECK and a generous tip for Amanda hustling our order taken care
of, we walked out of the restaurant, and again Jade took my hand in hers.
It was a simple act, but one that spoke volumes of how she felt about me. I
opened the front passenger door, and she slid onto the seat.  As we exited
the parking lot onto PCH, Jade turned to me. "Chris, I want you to kiss me
again.  Can we go somewhere private and park for a while?" Fuck! "Yes, if
that's what you want to do." "I do, I really do." I headed up one of the
many canyons that cleaved the cliffs above Malibu and pulled off onto a
lookout that was shielded from the road by several large oak trees.  After
shutting off the engine, I turned to Jade. "I think we may be more
comfortable in the back, don't you?" Jade nodded.  I got out and opened her
door then the back door.  Then we got into the back of the car onto the
large bench seat.  I put my right arm around her shoulders, and she turned
her head up, and I kissed her soft, lush lips. "Mmmm, that feels sooo
good," Jade murmured. She put her hand on my shoulder, and we kissed again,
this time harder and deeper.  As I opened my mouth, she pushed her tongue
inside, and we began French kissing.  After a good three minutes of intense
kissing Jade broke our kiss, panting hard.  When she had calmed and caught
her breath, she gave me a soft smile and took her hand off my shoulder; my
hand that had been holding her elbow fell to her thigh. Jade looked deep
into my eyes, smiled nervously, and bit her bottom lip that I noticed had
been trembling.  She took my hand off her thigh and placed it on her right
tit. Fuck! She left it there and put her hand back on my shoulder.  I felt
a slight shudder run through her body.  I was sure that the simple act of
putting my hand on her boob took a herculean effort after what she had gone
through.  Her mother, Trish, had told me that she had never dated anyone
even though her friends tried to set her up with dates.  Trish said that
her friends didn't know of the rape.  I gently squeezed her young budding
breast, through her satiny top, feeling the small cotton bra underneath. 
Even with two layers of clothing, I felt her nipple grow and harden.
"Mmmm," she moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her breast again. "Would it
be okay if I unbuttoned your top?" I asked quietly. "Kay," she replied
softly. I slowly undid each of her buttons until the front gaped open and I
could see her small, plain, white cotton bra.  I was glad to see it had a
front clasp.  I didn't want to rush her and maybe scare her, so I returned
to squeezing her breast.  Now with just the thin fabric of her bra between
my hand and her breast, her nipple seemed harder.  Her breast was just a
nice handful for my medium-sized hand, firm, yet compliant. Jade broke our
kiss again and said, "You can open my bra if you like." Fuck! It took me a
moment to figure out how to undo the clasp, but when I did, I was rewarded
with the sight of her breasts that were a wonder of nature -"perky, firm,
and with the incredible form of adolescence.  I cupped first one, then its
twin, feeling the firmness of youth.  As I caressed each areola with the
pad of my thumb, I could feel them puff up.  Her nipples looked like small
pink buttons on the darker-pink mounds of her areolas. "Mmmm," Jade
breathed as I attended to her gorgeous breasts.  "You're so gentle, Chris,
I like that," she added.  "I've never been in love; I don't know what love
feels like, but if what I feel for you is love, then I'm in love with you."
Fuck! I guess I should have known this would happen.  I had only been in
love one time, and that was when I was seventeen -"well, I thought I was in
love since the pain I felt when my girlfriend broke it off was awful.  What
I felt for Jade was different.  She was the most beautiful female I had
ever met.  It wasn't the kind of movie star beauty, but I loved her soft
shy smiles and the way she held my hand, and her humor, and playfulness and
her inner strength. Jade must have sensed my unease when she said, "It's
okay, Chris, you don't have to tell me you love me just because I told you
I love you." God, the girl is so sweet.  "Jade, I'm going to be honest with
you.  I thought I was in love one time, but what I feel for you is
different.  So maybe I was never in love.  I know one thing for sure, I
want to be in your life." Jade kissed me.  "You're the sweetest, kindest,
most generous guy I've ever known." I squeezed her breast one more time. 
"Jade, I don't know how you feel, but if we carry on like this, I'm not
sure I could control myself, and I don't think the backseat of a car is the
right place to have sex, even if it is a Rolls Royce." "I don't think I
could stop either, I want you so bad." "Okay, why don't you get decent and
we can go back to my house." "Kay," Jade replied.



   Chapter Seven

   "Double wow, Chris!" Jade said as she got out of the car and saw my car
collection.  I watched as she wandered around the garage, lovingly touching
each vehicle in turn, running her hand along the fender of one or the roof
of another. "Oooh, you've got a Jag Mark Two with the same
three-point-eight engine as your E-Type," Jade said as she opened the
driver's door and inhaled the aroma of old leather.  "Pity it's a
right-hand drive though." "Now this has to be my favorite," Jade said as
she slipped into the driver's seat of the Ford Mustang Fastback that I had
custom made, fashioned after Eleanor in the movie Gone in Sixty Seconds."
"You want to learn how to drive, Jade?" "Gawd yes.  But I can't take
Driver's Ed for another three months when I turn fifteen." "I'll teach you.
My driveway is a good half mile long." "You'd teach me in one of these
cars? I don't think that would be a good idea.  I could wreck one, and
they're far too beautiful and valuable." "No, you're right.  So how about
next Saturday, we go shopping and get you a car?" "No, Chris.  I couldn't
let you do that.  You've been so generous already, what with Mom's job and
our apartment." "Jade, I insist.  I'm rich, and I only have myself to spend
my money on, and as you can see, I've got all I need," I said sweeping my
arm around the garage filled with a dozen classic cars. "I don't know,
Chris." "Come on, Jade.  Make me happy." Jade put her arms around my neck,
pulled herself onto tiptoe, pushed her body against mine, and kissed me on
my lips.  "I could think of other ways to make you happy," she said as she
rubbed her body against mine. I COULD HARDLY BELIEVE WHAT I had just said
and done.  It was totally out of character for me to be so forward.  But
Chris was different from any man I had ever known.  I wanted to give myself
to him but didn't know how.  I was only fourteen, and Chris was the first
serious guy in my life.  I still didn't know what I would do if he tried to
make love to me.  The memories of that horrible event came flooding back
into my mind.  The urge to run was overwhelming, but I remembered what my
therapist had told me -"'don't let what happened to you, define who you
are, and how you live your life.' JADE NEVER CEASED TO AMAZE ME.  Raped by
her uncle at eleven years of age.  Then she had to live with the fact that
her other uncles, aunts, and cousins knew she had been raped.  I was
surprised that she was as well-adjusted as she was.  She was a strong young
woman, and I loved her -"yes, I loved her.  And not just her spirit.  Now
she was being sensual -"surprising for a fourteen-year-old girl -"and I was
going to make love to her. "I'd love to find out just what you had in
mind," I told her. She had a wicked smile on her face that I hadn't seen
before when she said, "Can we go to your bedroom?" "You sure about this,
Jade?" "Yes, let's go and find out," she said.



   Chapter Eight

   I took her hand and led her to my master suite. She looked around at the
stark white decor, the black ebony wood furniture and the gray bedclothes
with a white European duvet.  "It's very masculine, Chris.  I think it
needs a woman's touch." "You're right, Jade.  I'm very much a monochromatic
kind of guy." "But not in your stories." I chuckled.  "No, I guess not. 
Would you be okay if we showered together?" I could see Jade's bottom lip
tremble.  "I don't know," she said with a tremulous voice.  "I'm not sure
I'm ready for that yet." "Sorry, Jade, I didn't want to push you.  Would it
be better if I went into the bathroom while you got undressed and into
bed?" Jade nodded.  I went into the bathroom and got undressed.  I decided
to leave my boxers on.  I waited a good five minutes then opened the door.
Jade was under the covers with just her head showing.  She was lying on her
side, facing the center of the bed.  I walked over and slipped under the
covers facing her.  Putting my hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed
her lips. "You're so beautiful, Jade." "You think so?" "I know so.  I love
your deep-blue eyes.  They remind me of sapphires, and I love your mouth.
You have the most kissable lips I have ever seen." Jade gave me one of her
soft, shy smiles.  "I'd love for you to kiss me again, Chris." I moved in
closer and put my left arm under her shoulders and pulled her to me.  I
could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.  We kissed and, as in the
back seat of my car earlier, our mouths opened, and our tongues found each
other's.  She put her arm on the back of my neck and, as I cupped her firm
breast, I felt a shiver of excitement run through my body. Jade's nipple
slowly got larger and harder as it pressed into the palm of my hand.  As we
continued to French kiss, I felt her other hand search for my erection. 
When she found it, I felt her whole body tense up.  I was concerned that
the memory of her rape had flooded back into her mind. "Are you okay,
Sweetheart?" I said softly. "It's so big," she replied. I breathed a sigh
of relief.  "I'm only average.  Are you worried it's going to hurt when I
put it inside you?" She nodded.  I pulled my arm from around her shoulders
and shuffled down the bed and gently opened Jade's legs.  I lay between
them with my face inches from a fourteen-year-old pussy.  Her pussy was
stunningly beautiful, so young, so perfect, so lush, so sexy. Her mons was
a tapered mound pointing to her vulva between slim thighs.  It was covered
with a dusting of light-brown hair, and her vulva was plump and smooth and
bare just as I liked them.  Even though her legs were open, her seductive
cleft remained closed, hiding her inner folds, her clitoris and the opening
to her vagina.  I moved closer, and inhaled the scent of her sex, so young,
so fresh; it made me heady with desire.  I reminded myself to slow down and
not rush her.  This was all about Jade and not about my sexual desire. I
started kissing the inside of her slender thighs, first one then the other
as I worked my way up until my nose bumped her vulva.  As my tongue wormed
its way into her cleft, her labia hugging it, its tip touched her clit that
was poking out of its hood, it was as if Jade had pushed her fingers into a
light socket.  Her whole body arched up off the bed, and her butt jerked,
and she put her hands on my head and pulled my face into her crotch,
grinding her clit against my chin. JADE FELT AS IF SHE was on sensory
overload as Chris sucked her clitoris. "Gaaawd, Chris, this feels sooo
good," she murmured. Chris began licking and sucking her small bead,
feeling her body react to his stimulation.  Her whole body jerked and a
loud gasp escaped her lips as he gently pushed his two middle fingers
inside her hot and wet vagina up to their second knuckles.  He curled them
and began rubbing her g-spot on the front wall of her tight velvet tunnel.
Chris was in heaven with his fingers inside of her teenage pussy and his
tongue on her clit.  He could feel Jade's body reacting to his stimulation.
There would be sudden jerks of her leg or butt, and he could feel her
juices begin to flow, wetting the palm of his hand. 'Yes,' Jade said to
herself.  'This is the way it's supposed to be with a loving, caring,
gentle man making love to me.' She was in heaven as she wallowed in the
sensations that were bombarding her young body. "Oh . . .  my . . .  gawd!"
Jade cried as she orgasmed.  It started deep inside her and ran down to
curl her toes and rushed up to make her nipples ache, and her young breasts
feel heavy.  Her orgasm robbed her of breath; she couldn't breathe.  Her
slender thighs snapped shut on Chris' head, and he could feel her vagina
pulsing as it clenched and released its tight grip on his fingers. Then she
breathed out with a loud swoosh and sank back into the mattress.  Her whole
body went limp. MY FACE WAS BURIED in her wet pussy, and my fingers were
being clenched by her tight love hole as she calmed from her intense
orgasm. I moved up the bed, put my arm around her, and pulled her young
firm body to me.  We kissed. "Wow, Chris.  "That was . . .  well, I'm at a
loss for words." "I'm happy that I could make it good for you the first
time," I replied.  I'm sure using the phrase 'first time' wasn't lost on
her.  And it really was the first time a guy had sucked her clit and
massaged her g-spot and brought her to orgasm lovingly. "Thank you for
that," Jade said and was quiet for the longest time.  Then she said what I
was waiting for since I didn't want to push her.  This was Jade's therapy.
She turned to me, and with one of her soft shy smiles said, "I think I'm
ready." I kissed her.  "I'm going to be very gentle with you, Sweetheart so
tell me if I'm hurting you or you want me to stop, or slow down, at any
time." "Kay," she replied. Sitting on my haunches, I carefully lifted her
slender legs over my thighs.  The head of my cock almost filled the width
of her vulva, and for the first time, I doubted I could penetrate her.  I
sighed and took the shaft in my hand and pushed its head into her cleft,
oozing her now very plump and engorged labia aside; they seemed to hug the
tip in a tight embrace.  I moved the head up and down her cleft, mingling
my precum with her juices getting her well lubricated. The head of my cock
came to rest on her perineum, at the small, dark entrance to her vagina.  I
looked at Jade, who was biting her knuckle with pearly-white teeth.  I told
her to relax, and that if she tensed up, it was going to hurt more.  I saw
most of the tension go out of her body as her hands dropped to her side and
she breathed deeply.  I moved the head of my cock in small circles at her
opening, trying to loosen her up, and after less than a minute, it was
working. As I put more pressure on the shaft, I could feel her tight ring
of skin begin to dilate.  It was almost heart-stopping -"I was about to
penetrate a fourteen-year-old-girl's vagina.  The feeling of her full labia
surrounding my crown was amazing and so erotic.  After a few moments of
pressure, and with Jade's sharp intake of breath, her silky, liquid velvet
vagina slowly enveloped the head, and just like that, I was inside her.  I
looked at her face, and a smile slowly spread across it as she realized
that I was inside her, and it didn't hurt. "Are you okay, Sweetheart?"
"Uh-huh.  It hardly hurt at all, and now it feels really good.  You're
really stretching me though." Over the next minute, with added pressure, I
slowly penetrated deeper and deeper until I bumped against her end. "Damn,
Jade, this feels so incredible.  You're so tight, and yet you took all of
me inside you." "I felt you bump my end and I feel really, really stuffed.
But it's a nice stuffed -"not like after eating too much." I chuckled at
her comparison.  "I'm pretty sure you're not on any sort of birth control,
so I'm going to pull out before I cum." Jade nodded, and I began gently
thrusting in and out of her wet, hot, silken tube.  She was tight, but as
more and more of my precum leaked out, she became quite slippery allowing
me to fuck her a little faster.  She was now fucking me as much as I was
fucking her, with her slender calves on my hips and curling her pussy up
against my inward strokes. "Gawd, Chris, this feels so good.  I want to do
this again and again and again." CHRIS SMILED AT HER NEW-FOUND ENTHUSIASM
for sex, wondering if she had finally exorcised that horrible day from her
mind.  As they copulated, Chris could feel the onset of her second orgasm,
with little tics in her legs and an occasional jerk of her butt.  As he lay
on top of her, taking most of his weight on his forearms, he could feel her
firm, young breasts pressing against his chest.  Jade had one hand on the
back of his neck and her other one on of his tensed, muscular buttocks Her
mons stood fleshy and proud of her groin, and as he stroked into her, his
pubic bone pressed against it, putting pressure on her clit that sent jolts
of pleasure from her pussy to her nipples. Jade was enjoying having Chris'
weight on top of her body, pressing her into the mattress.  So much
different than when her uncle had raped her.  Unlike him, Chris was gentle
and considerate, and she loved him.  She loved feeling his cock, long and
thick sliding inside her pussy, giving her so much pleasure.  What a
difference she thought, a cock could inflict pain and despair, yet it could
bring such beautiful pleasure.  It was just an instrument, and what its
owner did with it made all the difference.  She was so glad she had
overcome her reticence and fear of men and spoken to him that day in the
diner. As Chris made love to Jade, he could feel her heart beating faster
and her breath coming quicker and harder as she climbed the slope of her
second orgasm.  Her jerks were more pronounced, and she was holding him
tighter. "Chris, oh God, Chris," Jade breathed as she dropped into her
orgasm. Chris had one hand on Jade's firm buttock and his other squeezing a
firm breast as her orgasm exploded.  Her whole body shook, limbs jerked,
and small primal "uhs" escaped her lips. I WAS CLOSE TO MY CLIMAX and had
to stop thrusting to dampen my ardor since the last thing I wanted to do
was spurt inside her and get her pregnant.  I held Jade tight as her orgasm
peaked and then began to wane.  She released her grip on the back of my
neck and opened her beautiful sapphire blue eyes.  I saw a tear form in the
corner of each eye and tumble down her cheeks.  She wiped her eyes with the
heel of each hand. "Sorry," she said.  "It's just that making love with you
is so beautiful.  This is how it should be, and I'm sad that you weren't my
first." "But I am your first.  I am the first man that you gave yourself
to, and I am the first man to make love to you properly sweet girl. "Yes.
You are," she said through a teary smile. I kissed both of her gorgeous
eyes.  "I will never let anyone hurt you ever again." "You're still hard,"
Jade observed. I withdrew from Jade's tight, wet liquid silk vagina and let
it lie on her mons. "You've got a beautiful cock, Chris." "That's the first
time any woman said that to me.  Thank you.  I was so close to cumming
inside you, I had to pull back my excitement.  I need sweet relief." With
that, I began stroking my erection.  Jade watched intently as I
masturbated. I knew it wouldn't take long.  I wondered if she had seen any
porn on the internet.  I put off that question for another time.  I was
stroking furiously as I felt my ball sack tighten and that warm arousing
feeling spreading through my lower body.  As soon as I felt my cock swell,
I let go of it, and it lay on her mons and began to pulse. Jade's eyes got
wide, and she put her hand over her open mouth as the first thick rope of
cum spurted out on a straight line and puddled in her innie.  Subsequent
eruptions joined it; there was a river of cum from the end of my cock up
across her flat tummy and ending in her innie that was full to overflowing.
"Gaawd, Chris, do you always spurt that much?" she said. "No, never.  But
then I've just had my cock buried inside a beautiful, sweet
fourteen-year-old girl's stupendous, tight pussy.  You don't know how much
you turn me on, Jade.  You're the sexiest, most beautiful, and the most
desirable female I've ever known." Jade's sapphire-blue eyes lit up.  "I
am?" "Yes, my sweet, you most certainly are." I watched as Jade scooped a
little of my semen out of her innie and rubbed it between her finger and
thumb.  A tentative tongue emerged and tasted it.  I waited for the
expression on her face to turn from curiosity to disgust, but it didn't. 
She licked her lips. "I don't watch porn on the Internet because of . . .
well, you know, but my friend Amy does.  I didn't believe her the first
time she told me that women let men cum in their mouths and that the men
love it." "Yeah, it's a guy thing." "I think I might like to try that
sometime." "I would like that very much, Jade.  I think we need to get you
cleaned up and back home before your mother begins to worry." "Can we . . .
you know . . .  shower together?" "I would like that very much," I replied.
In my shower, I got to see all of Jade's gorgeous body, her perfect boobs
with their puffy areolas and small hard nipples.  As she turned to get the
shampoo, I admired her sexy ass with the deep cleft between firm buttocks.
Jade had overcome her initial shyness and took great delight in washing my
cock that was now hard again, drawing my foreskin back and rubbing the
head. My ball sack seemed to intrigue her, since she kept holding each
testicle in the palm of her hand.  We finished washing each other, rinsed
off and got out of the shower. "That was fun," Jade said after we had
dressed, "we're going to have to do it again."



   Chapter Nine

   I walked into my New Town Restaurant and Bar on Monday evening and was
greeted by the hostess, Monica, who showed me to a table for two. "There
you go, Sir.  Your server will be John, and he'll be with you shortly.  I
hope you enjoy your meal and welcome to New Town Restaurant and Bar."
"Thanks, Monica," I said, impressed by her easy-going manner and her lovely
smile.  Robert did an excellent job hiring her, I thought.  Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Trish talking to one of the servers.  The server
came over to my table and introduced himself. "Good evening, sir, welcome
to New Town Restaurant and Bar.  My name's John, and I'll be making sure
that you have an enjoyable evening with us.  What can I get you to drink?"
I liked the greeting that Robert and I had come up with.  I never liked the
'my name's John, and I'll be taking care of you this evening,' or 'my
name's John, and I'll be your server this evening.' "Thank you, John, I'll
have a Social House martini, straight up with a twist." "Good choice, Sir.
Social House is a new vodka for us; it's made in North Carolina.  Your
martini will be just a few minutes." When he had left, Trish came over to
my table.  "Chris, how nice to see you.  Checking out the best restaurant
and bar in town?" "I thought I would give it a try.  So, you're the
assistant manager?" "Yes, but how did you know?" "It's on your name tag."
"Oh, yes, of course how silly of me.  This job was a wonderful opportunity
for me.  It came out of the blue.  I've no idea why Robert called me and
had me come in and offered me this job, but I'm very grateful." "Jade told
me that you moved to an apartment.  I'm so happy because that old
neighborhood struck me as a bit dangerous.  Jade told me about the drug
dealer and the hooker." "Speaking of my daughter, what on earth have you
done with her?" For a fleeting moment, I was worried that she had somehow
found out that Jade and I had had sex. "What do you mean, Trish?" "You have
not only brought her out of her shell, but she positively glows.  I've not
seen her like this since before . . .  well, you know." "I think we really
clicked and it was our love of old cars that bonded us.  I hope you don't
mind, but I'm going to teach her to drive on my property." "She did say
that you wanted to get a car for her to practice with.  If you excuse me, I
have to attend to an issue in the kitchen.  Enjoy your meal." As she left,
Robert came over.  "I am really pleased with Trish, she is a great
assistant manager.  She really relates to the table staff.  They all love
her.  Is she married?" "Why, Robert, do you have the hots for her, you old
dog you?" "Sorry, Mr.  Hunt.  If you think it inappropriate, then I won't
pursue it." "That's okay, Robert, she is a very attractive and very nice
woman.  Just don't let it interfere with business.  This is my first
restaurant, and I want it to succeed." "Of course, Mr.  Hunt.  I understand
perfectly." John arrived with my martini and gave me time to enjoy it and
look at the menu.  I liked that he didn't rush me.



   Chapter Ten

   Jade texted me during the week.  'Could my friend Amy come to lunch with
us this Saturday?' It seems as if our Saturday drives, and lunch were
becoming a regular event. 'Yes, and I hope you haven't told her about us.'
I texted back. 'No, that's our secret.  She just wants to meet you since
I've told her all about you and your cars.  I showed her the selfie that I
took of us and she thinks you're very handsome.' 'Okay, I'll pick you up at
your apartment and we can go and pick her up at her place.  What car?' 'The
Rolls, of course.' I saw Jade at the top of the stairs of the four-unit
apartment block.  She smiled and waved.  When she had descended the metal
and concrete staircase, she ran over and threw herself at me with her arms
around my neck and her legs around my waist.  I found myself holding her
pantied buttocks under her voluminous summer dress.  I looked around to
make sure we weren't being watched, not wanting some nosy biddy of a
neighbor to call the cops to report a pedophile fondling a young girl in
the parking lot. Jade kissed my lips and slid back down onto her feet. 
"Love you, Chris, I've been looking forward to today the whole week." "You
want to go in the back?" "No, up front where I can be near you and touch
you." It seemed to me that after our lovemaking session last Saturday, a
new, more assured Jade, had emerged from her cocoon and I liked it. "I like
the new Jade," I told her as we drove. She looked at me with a tilted head
and a quizzical expression on her face.  "New Jade?" "Yes, it seems as if
our lovemaking last week has caused a big change in you." "Oh, that.  I
hadn't really noticed until Mom said something." "Jeez, I hope she doesn't
know we had sex." "No . . .  well, I don't think so." Now I was worried. 
"Jade, talk to me, Honey.  What do you mean 'you don't think so'?" "On
Sunday, she just said, 'you seem awfully happy today, did you and Chris
have a good time on Saturday?' I just shrugged." That response didn't
mollify my concern.  A mother can be very protective of her children, and I
didn't want an irate mother accusing me of seducing her daughter.  I let it
rest since we were pulling into her friend, Amy's driveway.  Jade got out
and ran to the house to fetch her friend while I stood with the rear
passenger door handle in hand, waiting for them to make their appearance.
They came running out of the front door, giggling and talking.  When Amy
saw me, she put her hand over her open mouth and whispered something to
Jade. "Well, hello Miss," I said to Amy in my fake English chauffeur's
accent. "This is Jeeves, Amy and he's my chauffeur," Jade said in her much
better English accent.  "Jeeves, this is my good friend, Amy." I took Amy's
proffered hand and kissed its back.  "Nice to make your acquaintance Miss
Amy," I said. A fit of girlish giggles ensued as Jade and Amy slid across
the rear bench seat.  They were whispering the whole way up PCH to Kristy's
Village CafÃ(C).  I parked, eschewing valet parking as usual, and opened
the door for the girls to get out of the back seat.  They followed me
inside where we were seated with a view of Point Dume State Marine
Conservation Area. Our server brought our drinks, a local microbrew for me
-"a Twisted Oak Tavern's Honey I'm Home!  blonde ale -"and colas for the
girls. "So, Jade says that you own diners and apartments and now a
restaurant," Amy said.  Amy was different from Jade.  Whereas Jade was tall
at five-six and slim weighing probably a hundred and fifteen pounds, Amy
was short at just over five foot one and maybe a hundred and thirty-five
pounds.  Jade wore thirty-two b-cup bra, and I guessed Amy wore a c-cup.
But she was a beautiful young woman with dark brown hair that was fixed in
a single plait that lay across her ample breast; she looked at me with
pale-blue eyes. "And old cars," Jade added. "That's right, and some
industrial properties.  But who's counting?  Do you go to the same school
as Jade?" "No, when Jade moved, she had to change schools," Amy replied a
little sadly.  "We only see each other on weekends now.  So, you're her
beau, huh?" "Jade and I are just friends.  We have the same love of cars."
Amy looked at me a little sideways.  "I think you're more than friends,
Chris.  I've known Jade for almost three years, and the change in her since
she met you is amazing.  It's like she's a different person." I saw Jade
nudge her friend.  I was reasonably sure that Jade hadn't told her friend
about us, but Amy was right, Jade was like a different person. "Sorry,
Chris, I didn't mean to get personal.  I really don't care what your
relationship is, I'm just so happy for her.  I can see why she likes you,
though." Our server came and took our order.  I had the Fish Sandwich on a
brioche bun with a side of the house salad with Blue cheese dressing; Jade
ordered their Mushroom Flat Bread with a side of fries and Amy, a Veggie
Wrap with sweet potato fries.  I listened to the girls talk as we ate our
lunch.  Amy was obviously a very intelligent young woman, and I could see
why she and Jade were friends.  From time to time, Amy would look over at
me and smile, and I wondered what was going through her head. After lunch,
I drove the girls along PCH for twenty miles or so, stopping here and there
to enjoy the views of the Pacific Ocean.  At four o'clock, we dropped Amy
off at her house.  She got on tiptoe and kissed me on my lips. "Thanks for
a wonderful day and for a delicious lunch, Chris," she said. "You're very
welcome, Amy, maybe we can do it again some time," I replied. "I'd like
that, I'd like that very much." Amy hugged Jade and kissed her on her
mouth. "Call me, girl," she said and ran up the driveway and disappeared
through the front door.  Jade got in the front passenger seat. "Amy likes
you, Chris," Jade said as we drove off. "I like her too, she's a lovely
girl." "No, Chris, I mean she really, really likes you." I was floored.  I
knew she liked me since she kept glancing at me.  "You mean she's sexually
attracted to me?" "Uh-huh.  I've known Amy for going on three years now. 
After I was raped, I shunned any man and since I was into puberty with you
know . . .  hormones and stuff, I sort of fell into a sexual relationship
with Amy.  She's not a virgin, she lost her cherry to an older cousin when
she was eleven.  I never told her about the rape.  Although I'm not sure
why because we have no secrets -"apart from the rape and us, that is." "So
. . .  what are you telling me, Jade?" "I'm pretty sure she wants to have
sex with you." "But I only want you.  Why would I want to get involved with
another girl?" "I don't know; I just figured you would want to.  I won't be
jealous if that's what you're worried about.  Even though we've had sex,
and I love you, Amy and I still have sex.  Sex isn't about love.  It might
show love, but just because you're in a relationship with me, it doesn't
mean you can't have sex with Amy." "Wow, Jade!  for a fourteen-year-old
young woman, you sure have an unusual outlook on sex and love." "You don't
have to have sex with Amy if you don't want to.  I was just telling you
what she said." Jade leaned over and kissed me for a good minute after I
stopped the car outside her apartment block. "Love you, Chris, text or call
me.  A week's too long without any contact with you." "Will do,
Sweetheart," I replied. I waited until she was up the stairs and waved at
me and blew me a kiss before I drove home.



   Chapter Eleven

   I dropped by my New Town Restaurant and Bar on Monday to check on things
and make sure everything was running smoothly.  I went into the bar that
was quiet since it was just barely five o'clock.  I ordered a Manhattan
straight up, Jim Beam Black with a dash of bitters and a cherry garnish. 
The efficient bartender had it ready in short order.  Trish saw me and came
and sat next to me at the bar. "I'm glad you came in because I need to talk
to you about Jade," she said. Fuck. "I want to ask you a question, and I
would appreciate an honest answer, Chris." "Okaaay, Trish.  What do you
want to know?" Trish lowered her voice.  "Are you and my daughter having
sex?" "I . . .  err, I . . .  err," I was at a loss for words. Trish put
her hand on my arm.  "It's okay, Chris, if you are, I'm not going to get
angry with you or report you or anything." "I'm not going to lie to you,
Trish so yes, Jade and I had sex just the one time, and I made sure I
couldn't get her pregnant.  I'm sorry, I'm the adult, and I should have
known better.  But I couldn't help it; she's so beautiful and desirable and
she was . . .  you know . . .  okay doing it." "No, Chris, it's okay.  I
sort of thought that you two were having sex, but wanted confirmation. 
It's obvious to me that Jade is head over heels in love with you; I don't
know how you feel about her, but please don't trifle with her feelings and
hurt her.  After what she's been through, it would devastate her." "I have
very deep feelings for Jade and trust me, Trish, I would NEVER do anything
to hurt her.  I never pushed the idea of us having sex.  It was Jade who
initiated it, which sort of surprised me given what had happened." "Thanks
for being honest with me.  I know you're not the sort of man who would take
advantage of her, but the fact that it was Jade who initiated it surprises
me.  Now I know why she has changed for the better.  I hope you will be
discrete about the whole thing.  I don't want it to get out that my
daughter is having sex with a thirty-year-old man, and I don't want her
pregnant either, so I'm going to take her to my OB-GYN this week and get a
prescription for the birth control patch," Trish said.  "In fact, I need
one as well," she added blushing a little. "Thanks, Trish, I appreciate
that." "One more thing, Chris, Jade can spend the weekends with you
beginning on a Friday evening, so long as you have her back home by Sunday
evening -"at least while she's in school." "I will, and thanks again,
Trish. By the way, I think Robert really likes you." "But . . .  how . . .
?" "I own the restaurant, and he asked me if it would cause any issues if
he dated you.  I said no, so long as the business didn't suffer." "You own
the restaurant!?" "Uh-huh, the diner too as well as five others." "I . . .
I never knew." "And one more thing, Trish.  I'm going to buy Jade a car so
she can drive herself to school as soon as she passes her driver's test. 
And, if she wants to go, I'm going to put her through college as well."
Trish got on tiptoe and kissed me.  "Thanks, Chris, thanks a lot.  You're
so very generous and I know you'll take good care of my daughter."



   Chapter Twelve

   "That's great news isn't it, Chris," Jade gushed over the phone the next
morning during school recess. "Yes, Sweetheart, I can hardly wait for
Friday night to come around and we can be together for the whole weekend.
And don't forget, we're going to shop for a car for you." "It's for me?  I
thought it was just for me to practice in." "It's that as well, but when
you pass your driver's test, it will be yours and you can use it to drive
to school." "Thanks, Chris.  Love ya," Jade replied and ended the call.
Friday finally arrived, the beginning of a weekend with Jade.  She had
confirmed on Monday evening that her mom had in fact taken her to the
doctor and gotten a prescription for the patch that she was now wearing and
proudly announced that it would be effective on Saturday.  Jade asked if we
could just fool around Friday night. The transformation from rape victim to
emancipated female was now complete and inside of just three weeks no less.
That had to be a record, and there were no therapist fees -"just lunches
and money for gas.  When I picked Jade up from her apartment at five thirty
to take her to dinner, her step had more of a jaunt to it as she skipped
across the parking lot and into the passenger seat of my Ford Mustang
Fastback. Jade leaned over and kissed me.  "Yay, the weekend's here.  I've
been looking forward to this the whole week.  I want us to do different
things this weekend.  For starters, I want to go to sleep with you and wake
up with you," she said.  "Love the car by the way," she threw in as an
afterthought. I loved Jade's new-found excitement, and I had to admit to
myself that what I had felt as a teenager wasn't love and what I felt for
Jade was true love.  I was giddy in love with her; I loved her enthusiasm;
I loved her passion for life, but most of all, I loved Jade for the
beautiful person she was. Dinner was at a small French Bistro that a
golfing buddy had told me about.  The atmosphere was a little gaudy, but
the food made up for it since it was to die for. I looked across the table
at my fourteen-soon-to-be-fifteen-year-old date and smiled.  I reached
over, took her hand in mine. "You look so beautiful this evening, Jade, so
sexy," I said, and she did.  Her dusky-blonde hair was fixed in a loose
ponytail at the nape of her neck in a dark-blue scrunchie.  Her top was a
pale-blue camisole with spaghetti straps over a satiny bra judging by the
texture of its straps on her bare shoulders.  Her jeans were from Target or
Walmart, I couldn't tell, but they weren't designer jeans that a body like
hers demanded.  Pink Keds shod her feet and, as usual, no socks. Jade
smiled back at me.  Since coming out of her shell, Jade's smiles were
dazzling, and her sapphire eyes seemed to sparkle in the candlelight on the
table. "Thanks, Chris, I feel sexy the way you look at me with desire in
your eyes." "I love you, Jade, I truly do." A tear formed in the corner of
each of her eyes and tumbled down her cheek.  She dabbed them with the
handkerchief I had quickly handed to her. "I'm glad you do, Chris, I really
am." I changed the mood as it was getting too intense, too early.  "I have
tomorrow all planned out," I said as I took back my handkerchief. "Oooh, I
can't wait.  Tell me what you have in mind?" "Tomorrow morning, I'm going
to cook us breakfast -"you do like French toast, right?" "If it's as good
as Frenching you then I'm going to love it." "Then, we're going to shop for
a car for you.  But you have to tell me what you like.  You know, make:
model: color: two or four doors: hardtop or convertible."

   "I like -"" "No," I said, cutting her off, "not now.  Tomorrow." "And
then?" "Where do you buy all of your clothes and underwear?" "Walmart,
why?" "I'm sure Walmart has some wonderful clothes, but your body cries out
for sexier, more fashionable clothes.  So, we're going to the mall, and
we're going to Victoria's Secret to get you some sexy underwear.  I have an
ulterior motive, and that is I want to see you in some very sexy lingerie.
Next stop Nordstrom for new outfits." "You are so generous, Chris.  I don't
know how I can ever repay you." "You already have, Jade." Jade cocked her
head as if she didn't understand what I said. "Sorry?" "You have finally
arrived at the person you were always meant to be.  You may not realize
this, but this last week you have been like a butterfly emerging from its
cocoon, and it's a joy to see." "Ah, Chris, you are so sweet, but you're
right.  I feel so different.  It's like I've been freed from whatever was
holding me back.  I'm really looking forward to this weekend and to
modeling my new undies for you," she added with a twinkle in her
sapphire-blue eyes. "Mmm, undies, can't wait." ******** We arrived at my
house at eight o'clock.  I suggested that we shower together to which Jade
immediately agreed.  In my large bedroom with its California king-sized
bed, I watched out of the corner of my eye as she disrobed.  First came the
camisole that caught on her ponytail.  She stopped, removed the dark-blue
scrunchie, and shook out her gorgeous dusky-blonde hair.  The camisole came
off, revealing a pale-lavender satin bra.  The cups provided no support;
she didn't need any they gently hugged her young budding breasts. Next came
the jeans with a sexy wiggle of her butt pulling her white cotton panties
down a little.  She stopped to pull them back up.  I stifled a gasp as the
action caused a sexy cameltoe in her plump pussy in the sexy gap at the top
of slender thighs. Jade looked at me, looking at her.  All I had managed to
remove was my dress shirt, so I stood there in my pants, socks, and shoes.
"You going to get undressed?" she said. "I was just watching you remove
your clothes; I think it's so sexy." Jade giggled.  "You're weird, Chris,
but I love you." I kicked off my penny loafers and undid the buckle of my
belt.  With my pants off, I stood there with my cock tenting my boxers. 
Jade was in the middle of unhooking her bra when she looked over at me.
"Mmm, I see you're excited," she said. "It's watching you get undressed," I
replied.  "It turns me on big time." Her bra came off, exposing two perfect
breasts.  Her areolas were already darkened and stippled with arousal, and
her nipples were like small hard peas.  Jade hooked her thumbs into the
waist of her panties and tugged them down and over her slender hips.  My
cock was now at full attention as I saw her gorgeous vulva; her mons with
its smattering of light-brown hairs swelled up from her tummy between bony
hips; so damn sexy! After turning on the shower and letting the water warm
up, we both got inside.  I handed Jade the bar of soap. "You wash me
first," I said. Jade gave me one of her soft, shy smiles and proceeded to
lather up her hands. "Turn around," she said.  I complied, and she began to
wash my shoulders, back, and my butt.  "You've got a sexy body, Chris.  I
like that you work out." When she was done with my back, she patted my
butt, and I turned back around.  She washed my pecs, and as she washed my
abs, her hand bumped my cock standing up against my stomach.  She grasped
it in both hands and began to wash it. "I love your penis, it's beautiful."
I smiled.  "I like that you like it." "I need to get it really clean
tonight," she said.  I didn't ask why, but I hoped she was going to do what
I wanted her to do. In bed ten minutes later, clean and dry, I wasn't
disappointed.  As I lay on my back, Jade grasped the shaft and raised it
vertically and slowly lowered her head over the head.  I jerked as I first
felt her hot breath on the tip, followed by her soft lips around the
underside of the head. I groaned. "I've never done this before, so I hope I
do it right," Jade said.  "I did watch some on the Internet, though." JADE
COULD HARDLY BELIEVE IT was her who had Chris' penis in her mouth, and a
beautiful penis it was she thought.  She had prepared herself for this
evening ever since her mother had told her that she could spend the
weekends with Chris.  For the very first time, she had watched videos on
the Internet of women performing oral sex on men.  She watched the
techniques with an almost clinical inquisitiveness; the way the women
twisted their fingers as they stroked the man's shaft; how they sucked the
head; how they licked the underside of the penis from its root where it
joined the man's loose scrotum. The first time Jade put her lips around
Chris' flared cockhead, the tingling in her nipples was amazing as was the
soft throbbing in her pussy.  She was careful to cushion her bottom row of
teeth; she had learned that the underside of the head was the most
sensitive spot and had watched women driving men crazy with lust as they
licked it.  In all of the videos she had watched that week alone in her
bedroom with her fingers in her wet slit, the men had spurted their semen
into the women's mouths, and they all had swallowed.  Jade had tasted
Chris' semen and decided that it was okay and was going to let him spurt it
into her mouth tonight. CHRIS WAS GETTING TOO AROUSED too early, so he
placed a hand on Jade's hand to stop her stroking his cock. "Am I not doing
it right?" she asked, concerned that she was somehow not pleasing him. "Not
at all, Jade, you're doing such a good job I'm about to cum.  Don't you
want me to put it inside you tonight?" "No, not tonight.  I've been
watching videos of women giving men blowjobs, so I wanted to see what it's
like." Chris lay back with his hands behind his neck and watched Jade give
him a pretty darned good blowjob.  She was stroking his shaft between a
thumb and two fingers while licking the head.  Then she licked from root to
tip, pausing to lick the ultra-sensitive underside of the head.  It didn't
take too long for him to climax since Jade was doing such a good job. "God
almighty, Jade," Chris cried out as he climaxed. As Jade felt Chris' cock
begin to swell she steeled herself to what she knew what was about to
happen.  She jerked as the first spurt of his thick, hot liquid hit the
back of her throat but kept her lips sealed around the underside of his
cockhead as more of his fluid spurted inside her mouth.  When he was
finally through, her cheeks bulged a little from the amount of cum inside
her mouth.  She looked at Chris, who was expecting her to spit it into the
palm of her hand.  But she didn't; she swallowed hard a few times and
licked her lips.  She could feel her pussy leaking, and her extra-sensitive
nipples were tingling, and her young breasts felt heavy and full as she
realized what she had just done. "Wow!" Jade said as she licked her lips
again.  "That was a lot of cum." Chris was panting hard as he came down of
his orgasmic high.  He opened his eyes and saw Jade smiling at him with her
sapphire blue eyes. "Mmm," she said, "milkshake, it isn't, but I swallowed
it." "You didn't mind the taste?" "No, as I said it's not a milkshake, but
it's okay and guys like it when a girl lets him spurt in her mouth." "That
makes me happy.  Now lie down, Jade because I'm going to return the favor."
Jade giggled, reminding Chris that she was still a young schoolgirl, and
lay on her back with the knees drawn up to the sides of her chest.  Chris
knew that he would never tire of looking at Jade's gorgeous pussy.  Now,
with her legs folded like that, the inner pink folds of her inner labia
were exposed to his view, and he was still surprised that she was so open
to showing herself to him. "God, your pussy is gorgeous, Jade, and I'm
going to eat it all up." Jade giggled, causing her breasts to jiggle
seductively. I MOVED DOWN THE BED between Jade's open legs and inhaled. 
Gawd, did she smell good.  There was the scent of the floral soap we had
used in the shower, but there were overtones of a musky aroma that was
probably from the juices I could see in the small opening to her vagina
from her arousal at giving me head.  God, I loved this girl, this
fourteen-year-old sylph who had stolen my heart. As I began sucking and
tonguing her small button, it grew -"swollen with the blood of her arousal.
I pushed my tongue into her small opening, gathering her moisture then
returning to her clit for more torture.  Jade was moaning loudly now as she
climbed the slope of her orgasm.  As I pushed my two middle fingers inside
her and curled them to rub her g-spot, it took her over the top. "Chris,
Chris, Chris!" she cried as she orgasmed. I could feel her pussy clenching
my fingers in a rhythmical pulsing as her orgasm took control of her body.
Looking up over the prominence of her mons, I could see that her areolas
were stippled and her turgid nipples were swollen with her intense arousal.
She exerted a steady pressure on the sides of my head with her slender
thighs as her orgasm peaked and finally waned, leaving the tics and jerks
of her body like small aftershocks.  They, too, gradually stopped. "Jeez,
Chris, you know how to make me cum hard." I moved back up the bed and put
my arm around her shoulders; she put her leg over mine, and snuggled up to
me. "Mmmm.  I get to spend my first night with you.  This is a first for
me, and I'm going to enjoy it."



   Chapter Thirteen

   The next day was crazy.  Jade said she wanted to see a Ford Focus and
fell in love with a dark blue one that I was able to negotiate a good price
on with their salesman.  Clothes shopping was exhausting because Jade
wanted my approval on every pair of panties or bra or skirt or top or pair
of shoes.  The session in Victoria's Secret was hard since I was hard all
the time and I'm sure that the manager thought I was a pervert, but the
cute sales associate flirted with me, much to Jade's displeasure.  After a
couple, if icy stares from Jade, the girl quit flirting.  After four hours,
with eight shopping bags full of clothes, I collapsed on my sofa. "Chris?"
Jade shouted from our bedroom, where she was putting all of our purchases
away. "Yes, Sweetheart?" "I hope you don't mind, but I've asked Amy to come
'round to swim tomorrow.  Her mom's going to drop her off at ten." "I
thought our relationship was supposed to be a secret, Jade," I shouted
back, a little annoyed that she hadn't consulted with me before inviting
her best friend to our house. "It's just to swim, Chris.  She doesn't know
I'm spending the weekend here." My displeasure calmed.  I guess I was
getting too cautious, and the thought of seeing Amy in a bikini excited me.
"Okay, just make sure it stays that way.  I'll do a barbecue." "Thanks,"
Jade said now standing in the living room wearing the sexiest set of undies
I had ever seen. "My God, Jade, those are so sexy." The matching bra and
panties were made of some sort of pale-blue satin material trimmed with
white lace.  The bra was tiny, the cups barely covered her nipples and the
bikini-cut panties coddled her young pussy.  The elastic of the leg
openings cut deep into the sides of her vulva making her pussy seem even
larger.  My cock twitched as I saw the perfect cameltoe. Jade pirouetted
showing me the top of her butt crack over the low waist of her panties. 
"You like 'em?" "God, do I ever.  You're a very sexy girl and wearing those
undies makes you look even sexier." ******** That evening Jade seemed more
loving than usual, always finding an excuse to touch me, or she would just
put her arms around me from behind while I was standing at the stove
cooking dinner. "I love you sooo much, Chris," she said as she kissed me on
my neck. "I love you too, Jade," I replied. That night in bed, after taking
off the sexy undies she had modeled for me earlier, she surprised me by
climbing on top of me, straddling my chest and thrusting her already wet
pussy into my face.  She held onto the headboard as I sucked and licked her
clit that had doubled in size with her arousal.  I reached up and tweaked
her hard nipples.  There was a flush of arousal in her upper chest and
neck. JADE WAS GRINDING HER PUSSY into Chris' face to get more pressure on
her clit as her breathing intensified.  Then with a snort from a sharp
intake of breath, she dropped into her orgasm.  Her legs were trembling,
and moans escaped her lips as her orgasm raged.  After a few minutes, she
began to calm and moved down the bed until she was straddling Chris' hips.
She sat down on his cock that was lying flat on his stomach.  He watched as
she settled her pussy onto his shaft, her plump engorged labia pooching
aside, hugging his cock in a hot liquid embrace. "Mmmm, that was good,"
Jade announced as she regained the ability to speak.  "I love it when you
suck my clit and bring me to orgasm." "This is an incredibly erotic sight,
Jade, to see your pussy lips hugging my cock." Jade moved along Chris'
cock; He saw her clit get pulled down to kiss the shaft.  "Mmmm, this feels
good.  I think I could bring myself off just sliding back and forth on your
beautiful penis." After a few minutes of stimulating herself on Chris'
shaft, she lifted, grasped it between thumb and forefinger and guided the
head to her small opening and let go.  Jade looked at Chris with love in
her gorgeous sapphire blue eyes which narrowed as she slowly lowered
herself onto his erection. "Mmmm, this feels good; I love how your cock
stretches me." "I'm gonna let you fuck me tonight," Chris told her. Jade
gave Chris one of her soft smiles and began to scrub back and forth.  She
was leaning forward, her knees hugging his sides with her hands on his
stomach.  Her small breasts were pushed together by her arms, forming a
very sexy cleavage; her upper chest and neck now flushed red with arousal.
Jade's eyes narrowed some more as she felt her clit dip and slide along the
shaft, sending stabs of pure pleasure into her pussy. "Mmmmm," she
murmured. Reaching up, Chris rubbed both of her areolas, now puckered and
darkened.  He tweaked her now hard nipples causing gasps of pleasure to
escape Jade's beautiful lips.  She was moving faster and faster, chasing
her orgasm, climbing its slope to the apex of ecstasy.  Sweat formed on her
brow and the undersides of her breasts as she worked harder and harder.
Chris' orgasm started in his bowels and spread throughout his nether
regions.  As Jade reached the cusp of her orgasm and began to tremble and
jerk, his came crashing in. "Jeez, baby!" Chris cried as his cock swelled
inside Jade and the first thick rope of semen spurted out. Jade must have
felt it because it took her over the top into her orgasm. "Ngh, ngh, ngh,
ngh, ngh!" she cried and dropped to Chris' muscular chest. Chris felt her
small breasts pressing against his chest and her heart beating so fast.  He
had two small, firm buttocks in his hands as he felt her butt jerk and
twitch; his cock pulsed inside her tight, tight pussy spurting hard, hot
thick semen flooding her.  Then, all too soon, he was done, spent, sated,
and happy.  He had just fucked his fourteen-year-old lover.



   Chapter Fourteen

   Chris happened to look up from the book he was reading to see Jade
taking her bra top off.  Amy watched her giggling and then she did the
same. They saw him watching them and waved their bras around their heads
shouting, "Yay, topless." Amy's breasts were large, and since she was not a
big girl, they looked larger than the C-cups that he knew they were.  Chris
admired her areolas that were dark pink and stippled from arousal.  He
thought her nipples small, but that was only because her breasts were
large. Five minutes later, the girls chorused.  "Yay, nekkid." Chris looked
up to see Amy's naked body.  He was surprised to see that Amy's large mons
was covered in a brown bush that looked to be a natural vee-shape that
pointed to the tight slit between her thighs.  Chris' cock stiffened and
grew fat.  He could see that Jade was looking at the large bulge in his
pants that it caused and saying something to Amy. "He's got a stiffy, Amy,"
Jade said with a giggle. "How big is it?" Amy asked. Jade put her index
fingers about six inches apart.  "About this long," she made a circle with
her finger and thumb, "and about this big around." "Wow!  That's bigger
than my cousin's, but then he was just fourteen.  You think he will have
sex with me?" "Wait here, let me see if I can get him to agree with you
spending the night.  Now make sure you don't let on that Chris and I have
sex.  If that got out, then we're all screwed." "Of course not, Jade.  What
are best friends for if it's not for keeping secrets." Jade got out of the
pool and sat in a chair beside Chris shaded from the noonday sun by the
large octagonal umbrella. "Chris, Sweetheart?" Chris closed his book,
trapping the leaf of the dust cover between the pages.  "Yes, Jade my love,
Amy can stay the night so long as she sleeps with you in one of the guest
rooms." Jade beamed.  "She can?  Thanks, Chris.  You like her body?" "She's
got a gorgeous body.  I'm surprised she has so much hair on her pussy." "I
know, but her lips are bare.  She has the biggest clit.  Are you sure you
don't want to have sex with her because she's so horny today?" "I want to
ask you a question, and I would appreciate an honest answer.  Can you do
that?" "You want to know if Amy knows about us?" "Yes.  Does she?" Jade
looked a little embarrassed and guilty at the same time, and said, "Uh-huh.
I'm sorry, Chris; it sort of slipped out.  It was after you took us to
lunch.  She called me and said that she knew we were having sex; she said
she could see it in my eyes that I was in love with you.  I guess I
hesitated too long before I denied it.  She said she didn't believe me.  I
made her promise not to tell anyone.  Sorry, are you mad at me?" "Jade, I
don't think I could ever be mad at you.  You do know the consequences if
anyone ever found out and reported me to the authorities?" "Yes, I do, and
so does Amy.  She can keep secrets, trust me on this.  You want to have sex
with her?" "I don't know, Jade.  It's full of pitfalls.  If you're sure
that Amy can keep it a secret, then maybe okay." Jade got up, sat on Chris'
lap, and kissed him.  "You're hard already just thinking about it, aren't
you?" she said as she wriggled her butt on Chris' erection.  "I'd love to
watch," she added with a wicked smile. Chris groaned. Jade got off his lap
and ran and dove into the deep end of the pool.  She came up in front of
Amy. "He said yes, but you have to promise it will be our secret and no one
must know.  Okay?" "Of course, Jade, my lips are sealed," Amy replied,
running her finger and thumb across the imaginary zipper of her lips.

   THE REST OF THE DAY DRAGGED ON far too long for my liking.  I kept
getting furtive glances from Amy; sexy glances, glances full of questions.
I was sure that she had peppered Jade with all sorts of questions. 
Questions about the size of my cock, was I gentle when I made love to her?
How much did I spurt?  What did my cum taste like?  Did Jade swallow it?
Finally, after dinner of delivered pizza had been consumed -"only the
solitary slice remained in the cardboard box, picked clean of its pepperoni
and ham -"it was time for bed.  I went to my master bathroom and brushed my
teeth and did my ablutions.  After showering and drying off, I turned out
the light.  As I entered the bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.  Jade
was laying on her back with Amy between her legs eating out her pussy.  I
stood there transfixed, watching the erotic sight of two teenage girls
having sex.  Jade was moaning loudly as Amy brought her best friend to
orgasm. "Gaaawd, Amy, you haven't lost your touch," Jade said as she
grabbed handfuls of bed linen.  She closed her legs on Amy's head as her
body shook.  I had seen women having sex with each other on the Internet,
but two pubescent teenage girls was over the top hot. I walked over to the
bed with my cock sticking straight out.  "I see you girls started without
me," I said. Amy's eyes got big, and her jaw dropped as she turned and saw
my cock. "Jeez, Jade, you didn't tell me it was that big." Jade, now
recovered from her orgasm, replied, "Yes, I did." she made a circle with
her thumb and forefinger and slipped it over my cock. "See perfect match."
I changed places with Amy, and she watched as I slowly penetrated Jade's
pussy, now quite wet from Amy's ministrations.  When I was fully ensconced
inside Jade, Amy began sucking on her hard nipples and cupping her pussy;
she rubbed Jade's clit with her index finger.  As I gently thrust inside
Jade, I felt my shaft glide along the knuckle of Amy's hand.  It was one of
the most erotic feelings I had ever had. "Gawd, this is soooo hot," Amy
said as I fucked her best friend -"my teenage lover. It didn't take Jade
long to climax for the second time.  "Gawd, Chris," she cried as she
orgasmed. I could hardly believe that I was on my bed with two naked
fourteen-year-old girls and that I was fucking one and was about to fuck
the other.  It felt like I had died and gone to heaven -"or was it Hell
because it was so illicit and so wrong?  I didn't care. I withdrew from
Jade, who had now calmed again.  I was surprised when Amy immediately
grabbed my cock and began to suck it. "Fuck, Amy, you little minx you," I
said. "I suck my boyfriend's cock, so he doesn't fuck me.  I'm not on birth
control, and the last thing I need is to get pregnant.  You're lucky that
Jade's mom got her the patch so you can cum inside her.  Are you ready to
fuck me now, Chris?" Amy didn't wait for an answer; she changed places with
Jade, and I got between her legs.  Amy's pussy couldn't be any more
different to Jade's.  For one thing, Amy had more pubic hair.  Also, her
pussy lips were plumper, and her clit was larger.  Grasping its shaft, I
swiped the head of my cock up and down her moist, hot cleft.  Amy was not a
virgin but had only been penetrated by a boy's cock, so I was sure she was
going to be really tight. "I don't want to hurt you, Amy, so tell me to
stop if you think I'm going to." "Kay." Jade lay beside her best friend
gently squeezing her large breasts, as I slowly put pressure on the head of
my cock with two fingers.  Slowly, the tight ring of Amy's pussy began to
dilate, and my cock eased into her. "Wow!  You really stretched me, Chris.
Your cock feels so big." I slowly pushed into her until she had taken all
of me and our pubes merged, mine pressing against her clit, causing a gasp
to escape her lips. "Fuck, this feels sooo good, Jade.  Now I know why
you're in love with him.  You're one lucky girl to get to sleep with him on
weekends." Jade smiled and kissed her best friend on her lips.  That
started a French kissing session.  Lying there with my cock buried deep
inside Amy while Jade was French kissing her was a huge turn on.  Amy was
now well lubricated with her own juices and copious amounts of my precum,
which made it easier to thrust into her.  I was rubbing her clit with the
pad of my thumb as I fucked her.  I could tell that Amy was getting near to
climaxing since her legs began to jerk and her butt was coming off the bed
to meet my thrusts.  She and Jade were still locked in a marathon French
kissing session, and Jade was squeezing Amy's breasts and tweaking her
nipples. I could hear Amy's muffled cries in Jade's mouth as she climaxed.
Amy's whole body began to shake as her orgasm took hold.  I couldn't
believe that she and Jade were still kissing.  I was near to my orgasm so
slowed my thrusts so as not to ejaculate inside her.  Jade broke their kiss
and looked at me and smiled. "You ready?" she asked. I nodded.  Jade moved
down the bed and, as I pulled my cock out of Amy's pussy, she took its
shaft in her hand and its head in her mouth and began to stroke me. "Jesus,
Jade," Amy said, now recovered from her orgasmic high, "that's so fucking
hot.  You wanna share him with me, girl?" I just knelt there in utter
amazement as two young pubescent teens took it in turns sucking my cock. 
It didn't take long for me to climax as I'd been on its cusp for the last
fifteen minutes. "Gonna cum, girls," I murmured. As I felt my cock swell,
the first rope of my thick liquid spurted into Jade's waiting mouth.  She
clamped down on my shaft and offered my cock to Amy, who accepted the
second rope into her waiting mouth.  And so it went on; a load into Amy's
mouth, then into Jade's and so on until I was done, through, sated, empty.
I collapsed onto the bed panting and eminently satisfied. When I opened my
eyes, I couldn't hardly believe what I was seeing.  Jade and Amy were back
to French kissing with the taste of my semen, and both girls' juices on
their lips and tongues. "Fuck me, girls," I said. And fuck me they did,
many, many more times that summer. Amy managed to convince her mother to
let her get the patch and enjoyed the feeling of me spurting my semen
inside her pussy as well as her mouth.  Jade's metamorphosis was finally
complete.  She told me that she would never forget about the rape.  But as
the years passed by and our relationship grew stronger and stronger, she
said that it rarely ever intruded on her daily life which, after Jade
graduated from college, was filled with raising our family of
four-year-old-daughter Holly and two-year-old-son Brady.