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Amy's Proposal
By Rachael Ross

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Story Codes: M/g, Romance, First, Oral, Safe Sex, Pedo
Synopsis: A Jack Valentine Adventure! Excerpt: "...Women are the grand
mystery, despite death's big reputation. A man doesn't have to live
with death, it happens and it's over and you have your answer, but
girls...So I did what any other 18-year-old boy does when confronted
with his fantasy come to life. I started taking off my clothes."

This is a MULTI-PART post to ASSM of a REVISED story (This is PART 02
of 02)

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

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

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

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

"I didn't lock the door," Amy said when I knocked a few moments later.

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

"It's okay. You can come in," Amy giggled.

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

"I am!" she said. "Look!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," she said.

"She's you, Amy."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the same!"

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

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

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

"You're really smart," Amy decided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You do?"

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

"When did you get your first period?" I wondered.

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

"Kinda scary?" I asked her, stroking my cock slowly and she was
watching me.

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

"Cool," I stepped into the bath carefully, partly because I didn't
want to step on Amy, obviously, but also I had no idea what was
beneath the bubbles. I had to feel around for the bottom of the tub
with my toes.

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

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

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

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

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

"Not really," I shook my head. "Mostly it just feels like, um, I want
something really bad."

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

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

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

"You want me to?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you want me to kiss you, Amy?" I asked her.

"Do you want to?"

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

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

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

Amy didn't say anything and I unwrapped her arms slowly, gently as I
leaned forward. I felt her wet and hot and I was drawing the twelve
year old towards me. I had to have her and she wanted it. She wanted
to be with me and it was perfect. Amy was shy and brave and patient
and even understanding. I'd never met a girl so calm like that,
despite the confusion that came out with her words. Amy knew what she
was doing and that was the best part for me, I think. I didn't have to
treat her like a child, or explain what we were doing, or anything
like that. We only had to talk to each other and now we didn't even
need that so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We'd been in the tub for a long while, an hour perhaps, or maybe not.
Time is such a relative thing and trying to measure it by the passing
seconds was useless. The water had gone tepid, the bubbles had melted
like snow around us, becoming a thin white foam on the surface of the
bath. I could see her now, my precious Amy. Her nipples were larger
than I'd imagined, round and puffy. They were dark with her excited
blood and pointing outward to rub against my chest. Between us, my
cock was as hard as it had ever been in my life; the prolonged waiting
hadn't diminished any portion of my ardor. It was trapped between us,
caught between Amy's tummy and mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Promise?" she asked.

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

"I know," she sighed and I loved her so much I thought it was killing
me. The feelings were too large inside me and I was kissing her
everywhere I could until Amy lifted her head and I could find her
mouth with my tongue.

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

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

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

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

"Okay," she smiled, but there was some fear, some uncertainty playing
at her eyes and lips.

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

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

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

"Yeah," she whispered.

Water ran down Amy's pink skin and the faint remains of her bubble
bath stained her skin white, but all I could see was the beautiful
cleft of her preteen sex. Her pubis was pronounced and fat above her
slit and I leaned forward to kiss it. Amy giggled, watching me as I
pulled the girl to my mouth. I kissed the soft skin just above her
baby clit, then the tiny knot of flesh itself. That made her gasp and
jerk slightly as my tongue tickled her still sensitive clit. I kissed
lower as well, Amy spreading her legs awkwardly in the tub, bending
her knees into a slight squat that opened her pink pussy for my tongue
wonderfully.

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

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

There was no stopping though, now that I'd started Amy's motor once
more, so to speak. She was looking for another orgasm, standing knee
deep in cool bath water while I sat between her feet, kissing and
licking her pussy. Amy had her eyes on me all the while, refusing to
close them or look away while I mouthed her sexy hole. I know this
because I was looking up, so much as I could, along the length of her
body to see Amy's eyes. She was watching me service her, surrendering
my desires to please her own. I only wanted to show her that nothing
was more important to me than what she wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After several minutes, as I was about to explode inside my young
lover, I found the very bottom of her vagina with my cock. I grunted
softly into Amy's mouth and she jerked with surprise when that new and
unexpected sensation filled her. I was inside the girl as deeply as I
could be and I held her like that, panting as my orgasm erupted inside
Amy's trembling body. I couldn't move. The pleasure left me paralyzed
as my balls jerked in their sack, my cock feeling twice as large as it
could ever possibly be. Amy's vaginal muscles clamped down around me
and I could feel them flutter with tiny spasms. She wasn't cumming
with me, not really, but her body knew what was going on as my cock
strained to fill the girl with my useless seed. I was pouring semen
into her willing fertile womb, groaning with the pure pleasure of the
moment, but I knew that our union was safe and harmless.

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

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

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

"It's nice for me too," I laughed softly and kissed her again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not," she laughed again. "What's wrong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hmmm, yeah, maybe," I said happily, the enthusiasm in her voice was
just tugging at my soul. "I want to see you too."

"I love you, Jack," she whispered.

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

"You're gonna marry me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you."

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

I was in love and so was she and for all our efforts to hide it...

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

Epilogue



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ring?" I blinked at him.

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

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

"What ring, Mom?" I asked.

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

"Grandma's ring?" I narrowed my eyes, not really understanding.

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

"Oh," I nodded slowly.

"Course it might be too big for the right girl," Dad chuckled and
looked at me. "Your Grandma Pruitt had some big fingers, Jack."

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

"Uh, yeah," I said, realizing suddenly that she was talking to me
again. "I guess I can."

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

"Amy?" I swallowed hard and understanding was coming, but only slowly.
It was a very strange situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I...I didn't know that," I said, sitting on the edge of the sofa and
trying to find something for my nervous hands to do with themselves.

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

"Sure, yeah," I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahhh..."

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

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

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

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

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

"I..."

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

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

"Okay," he said, cocking his head like he was waiting for more and
anything I could think of to say was just going to dig my grave that
much deeper, I was sure.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir," I nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well then," he shrugged and extended his hand, "that settles it,
don't it?"

"I...Yeah," I agreed, shaking the man's hand and he had a strong grip,
believe me. "I guess it does."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We just knew that once you and Amy got together..." Betty was saying.

"What?" I blinked at the woman.

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

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

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

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

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

"And my mom and dad..."

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

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

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

"You weren't?"

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

"My dad..."

"He thought you were a little, uh...Light in the loafers," Betty
giggled. "But now he knows. You just needed to meet the right girl."

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

"Anyway, until you have to go back to college, you just stay here with
Amy, okay?" Betty smiled and we were standing outside Amy's bedroom
door. "Or, she can stay over with you too. We don't mind, Jack. We
know you love her."

"Stay with me?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought I told you to get dressed before Jack came over," Betty was
saying and Amy was only wearing a pair of thin white panties and a
faded t-shirt, baby blue and tight around her body. She was
unbelievably sexy and the idea that her mother was watching me cuddle
this little girl was startling with its pleasure.

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

"Oh," I know I blushed and glanced over my shoulder.

"Well, she's your problem now," the woman shrugged. "You'd better get
used to it. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"Uh, okay..." I smiled at Betty and she gave me a kiss on the cheek as
Amy watched and giggled.

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

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

"Uh..." I smiled sheepishly at Amy's mother and she just smiled and
closed the door behind her.



end
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