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Babysitting Bianca
by Lolita Jones (lolitaj@hush.com)

***

Tommy (15) has known Bianca (10) all her life. They've 
developed feelings for each other. This is the start of 
their romance. (m/g, preteen, ped, 1st, rom)

***

"Tommy!" I screamed with glee as I ran across the room. 
I leaped and he caught me; he always did. He lifted me 
up and spun me around, then hugged me to him and 
whispered in my ear, "We're going to have fun tonight 
Bunny." Then, in a more normal voice, "Good to see you 
too kiddo." Looking over my shoulder and giving my dad 
his most charming grin, he plopped me down on the ground 
and walked over to my dad. "Congratulations sir! Fifteen 
years of marriage is a milestone. I hope you'll share 
some tips with me someday on how you've done it."

Dad grinned back and did the usual guy soft punch to the 
shoulder thing to Tommy. "Well, Thomas, the main thing 
is to just do what they say. Say yes as often as you 
can."

Mom and Dad were going to dinner at their favorite tapas 
place and then staying over at a nice hotel. I heard mom 
tell my aunt Lucy that it was the honeymoon suite. I 
assumed this meant they planned to have sex. They 
probably didn't think I even knew what sex was but I 
did. I was very mature for ten.
Dad and Tommy kept chatting about sports and school and 
I tuned them out, thinking about how much fun I would 
get to have tonight, and about everything that had lead 
up to it.

Tommy (Thomas, but I called him Tommy; kind of like my 
name is Bianca and he calls me Bunny) would be my 
babysitter for the evening and until my parents came 
home tomorrow afternoon. Our families had lived on Pine 
St., three houses apart, for the past fifteen years. His 
parents moved in when Tommy was just a baby and mine 
were newlyweds. I was born five years later and am an 
only child. Tommy is too. 

From my earliest memories I adored him and followed him 
around whenever I could. He was always patient with me 
and so good with me that when he turned thirteen and I 
was eight, our parents started letting him babysit me. 
For just a few hours at first, while they all went to 
the movies or something. Before that they'd often pitch 
in on a shared babysitter for us both. So, we spent a 
lot of time together as we grew up. 

Now he was fifteen and I was ten and both sets of 
parents felt he was plenty old enough watch me for an 
overnight. In other circumstances I might have made a 
fuss about them thinking I still needed a babysitter, 
but I wasn't going to argue about it if it was Tommy.

We'd always been physical with each other, tumbling 
around as kids do. Napping together when we were very 
little, curled up around each other. I've seen the 
pictures in mom's photo scrapbook. It's one of her 
hobbies. Now, if we're watching TV or something, I'll 
often cuddle up next to him. It's comforting, it feels 
natural. I never really thought much about it until a 
couple months ago when I was over at his house while our 
parents were all out at some concert. 

We were watching TV and I got up to use the bathroom. 
When I came back, his dog, a loveable goof of a St. 
Bernard (Rufus), had taken over the entire rest of the 
couch, including my seat. There's no way to move Rufus 
once he sprawls out. So I stuck my tongue out at him and 
plopped down right on Tommy's lap instead. He just 
laughed, adjusted his position and wrapped an arm around 
me and pulled me into his chest. 

We were just watching some silly comedy, but around the 
part when two of the main characters suddenly realized 
they were soul mates and kissed, I felt something hard 
against my bottom and noticed Tommy was breathing funny. 
On one level, I knew it was his penis. I was a kid, not 
stupid. Seeing the kiss and feeling that made my stomach 
kind of tighten, but in a good way. I just shifted 
around to get comfortable, and he tightened his arm 
around me some, but that was it. We didn't talk about it 
at all that night or afterwards.

The next time he babysat me, we were at my house. Tommy 
had spread his homework out across the couch and instead 
of moving it, he told me I could just sit on his lap. I 
felt a little odd about it, but curious too, so I did. 
He put an arm across my stomach and settled back, like 
before. This time we were watching a rerun of Law & 
Order. It was new to us though. It started with some 
lady taking a guy home from a bar. They were undressing 
each other and starting to make out when I felt 
something poking me in the butt again and Tommy 
tightened his grip around me. I kind of squirmed and his 
grip got tighter. 

I felt his breath on my neck and he sort of kissed me, 
lightly, on the side of my neck. This made my stomach 
tighten again and I kind of sighed. He did it again and 
I felt his hand come up from my stomach and sort of 
touch my left breast. I was just starting to get breasts 
and my mom had taken me shopping for training bras just 
that day. I was proudly wearing the one I liked the most 
(light purple with some lace on the top of the cups) and 
when he felt it he stopped for a second and said, "Hey 
Bunny, you're growing up on me." 

Then he gave me a quick kiss on the top of the head, 
patted my chest, and stood me up. "Gotta pee, kiddo, be 
right back." 

His voice sounded strained and he was walking kind of 
funny as he went down the hall. I waited for a few 
seconds, and then followed. He'd gone to the bathroom 
not long ago and I was suspicious. I quietly leaned my 
ear against the door to the bathroom and listened but I 
didn't hear peeing. Instead I heard him breathing and 
making kind of puffing grunting noises and then, about a 
minute or two later, some louder noises. 

It sounded like he said, "Oh fuck, Bunny," and then it 
was quiet. I heard what sounded like his pants being 
zipped up and heard the water go on, so I dashed back to 
the couch. He sauntered back into the room just after I 
sat down, scooped me up, and sat me down in his lap 
again. He didn't kiss my neck again, but he did sort of 
pet my hair while we kept watching TV. We stayed like 
that while we finished the show and again didn't talk 
about what happened.

I resolved to find out more by talking with my friend 
Carrie. She lived across town and we went to different 
schools now, so I didn't get to see her as much as I 
would have liked. However, we had planned a sleepover 
and I was going to ask her about some of this. She had 
an older brother (Dave) who was fourteen, and I figured 
she might know more about what was happening.

After we'd watched some movies, and were snuggled under 
the covers of her bed in the dark, I brought it up. I 
wasn't about to tell her I'd felt Tommy's penis poking 
me in the butt, but I needed to know more.

"I need to know why boys like to touch themselves and 
get hard penises. You have a brother... do you know?" I 
blurted out.

Carrie giggled and turned toward me. "I know he plays 
with it all the damn time. I hear him in the bathroom, 
in his bedroom, in the shower; anywhere he thinks he's 
alone."

"Why? I mean, I understand about sex. About how a penis 
goes into a vagina and sperm comes out and that's how 
you make a baby. I just don't understand why they play 
with them?"

"Well," Carrie said. "I mean, do you ever touch 
yourself? It feels good is why." She gestured to her 
crotch when she mentioned touching.

I blushed. "I've felt funny in my stomach, and sort of 
lower there. I didn't think to touch it though."

"It feels really good when you do. Trust me. I asked mom 
why Dave was always playing with his penis and she got 
this funny look on her face and then explained to me 
that boys do it because it feels good and that as long 
as he was doing it in private that was natural and ok. 
So I asked if only boys do it and she looked a little 
odd but said no, girls can too. Then she said she had to 
work on dinner and left the room. I figured she had said 
all she was going to about that to me so I decided I'd 
experiment with it later. And I did. 

I was in the bath and I reached down and started 
touching all over until I felt something really good. So 
I kept touching there and it kept feeling better and 
better. It was like being on a roller coaster and 
getting to the top and then falling. It felt so good and 
I felt so relaxed I just laid there in the warm tub till 
mom yelled at me to get out and go to bed."

I listed to Carrie with my mouth open a little in 
amazement. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?!," I 
shout-whispered at her.

"It's only been a couple weeks since I figured it out, 
sheesh," she shout-whispered back. "I've been trying 
different things and figuring out what feels best." She 
looked up at me and kind of bit her lip. "I'll show you 
if you want?"

I thought about it for all of a second before I nodded 
enthusiastically and said yes. Carrie told me to pull up 
my nightgown and take off my panties and she did the 
same. We got under the covers with the flashlight she 
had in her nightstand (it was pink as was everything in 
her possession) and she spread her legs and shined it 
between them while pointing with the other hand.

"This part feels really good when I rub on it," she 
said, and touched herself just below where her legs 
joined. She rubbed for a few seconds and then pointed 
again. I could see a very small nubbin of flesh, shiny 
pink, poking out there. Then she slid her fingers lower 
and seemed to push one into herself. "This also feels 
really good if you push in and out a while."

Then she had me lay back and had me hold the flashlight 
on myself while she touched me. When she found a spot 
that made me gasp and jump, she took my other hand and 
put my fingers there. "Rub around here for a little 
bit," she said. "See if it feels good to you to go 
faster or harder or softer. I had to try a bunch of 
things before I found the perfect way. You can also put 
them lower and push inside you. It's neat being able to 
feel inside of you." 

She giggled and moved my fingers down until I felt an 
opening I could push my finger into. It felt odd, very 
warm, and a little wet, like the inside of my mouth was 
warm and wet, but really good.

I moved my hand back up and rubbed and she laid back and 
started rubbing herself too. It was getting warm under 
the covers and we were both breathing harder. I started 
to feel the build up like she'd described. I thought 
about how Tommy's kiss on my neck had felt and all the 
sudden I was falling, falling, falling. I let out a gasp 
and felt my stomach and lower parts throb over and over. 
I hear Carrie make a soft noise and her hand fell away 
from her. We laid there with our heads turned, looking 
at each other, grinning like fools. We just stayed that 
way for a long time. I don't think I could have moved if 
I wanted to. I'd had my first orgasm and I was hooked.

Carrie and I repeated this process several more times 
that night. Each time I learned more about how my body 
worked. It had felt amazingly different when Carrie 
touched me than when I touched myself, which made me 
think of maybe Tommy touching me there. But that also 
made me feel embarrassed to think of.

It was two more weeks before I had more real alone time 
with Tommy. Of course I'd seen him, but just for short 
periods of time with our parents around. He had more 
homework than I did since he was older and he didn't 
have as much time to always hang out.

He came over to watch me for the day on a Saturday while 
both our sets of parents went to an art exhibit at the 
museum in the capital. It was a two hour drive each way, 
so they would be gone most of the day. I'd had two solid 
weeks of practicing touching myself and was doing it 
every night when I went to bed. I loved it. I understood 
now why guys Tommy's age did it all the time. I wondered 
if my parents did or not. The idea didn't gross me out, 
but I didn't think about it too hard either. The day 
Tommy was coming I was so excited I touched myself 
before he came over and didn't bother to really take my 
underwear off. They were kind of wet after so I tossed 
them on top of my hamper and decided I'd just put my 
swimsuit on anyway. It was a nice day and I was sure 
Tommy would go swimming with me in our pool if I wanted 
to.

Tommy and his parents pulled up and he jumped out of 
their car as my parents rushed out, tossing out the 
ritual, "have fun, be good, listen to Tommy" at me as 
they went. Like I'd ever not been good or listened. 
Parents... sheesh. They jumped in the car and zoomed 
off. I guess they thought they would be late. Tommy and 
I waved and went inside. He noticed my swimsuit and 
grinned his huge grin, reached into his bag, and pulled 
out swim trunks, waving them in the air.

"I thought you might want to spend time in the pool 
Bunny," he said. "I should start calling you my 
mermaid." He tousled my hair as he spoke.

"You can change in my room," I offered. "I'll grab some 
towels."

He went to change and I got two big beach towels. He met 
me back in the living room and we started towards the 
back hall to go outside. He suddenly stopped and slapped 
his forehead. "Sunscreen. Arg. If I let you get burned 
your mom'll kill me."

I handed him the towels and skipped back to the 
bathroom, sing-songing, "I'll get it."

Sunscreen obtained, we went outside. Tommy squirted a 
bunch in my hand and his and we both lathered up. Then 
he did my back, which he'd done plenty of times before. 
This time it felt like he took more time than normal and 
his fingers dipped below the back of my suit a bit. Then 
I did his back, again, totally normal, but I might have 
taken a little extra time myself. I spread the towels 
out on chairs and then we both jumped in. 

We swam around and decided to play Marco Polo. Tommy 
went first, eyes screwed closed, he counted to 10 while 
I swam away then shouted "Marco". My "Polo" back brought 
him wading towards me so I swam away. After a few rounds 
I was letting him get closer and closer. The next time 
he shouted "Marco", I was right in front of him and I 
whispered "Polo" with my face an inch from his. His eyes 
flew open when he felt my breath with the word and he 
grabbed me, lifting me up out of the water and tickling 
me under the arms. 

I squirmed and shrieked and laughed until he let me drop 
back into the water. As retaliation I dove under and 
swam between his legs, grabbing his trunks as I went. I 
yanked down on them and popped to the surface behind 
him. He was busy trying to pull them back up and once 
they were he spun around with a very red face. I thought 
for a second he was angry, but he just told me it was 
time for a break from the water and hauled himself out 
of the pool.

I got out of the pool too and came over to sit down on 
the chair next to him. He handed me a bottle of water 
and laid back to enjoy the warmth of the sun and dry 
off. We laid there for a few minutes, just quiet. I 
thought maybe he'd fallen asleep when he said, without 
looking at me, "Bunny, come here and lay down next to 
me. It'll be fun."

I was hesitant, because he'd never said that before, but 
I got up and went to his lounge chair; he scooted over 
just a bit and lay on his side. I lay down on my back, 
but he turned me so I was facing him. He didn't do 
anything but look at me for a few seconds and then his 
hand touched my breast again. He didn't say anything, 
just looked at me as he gently touched me.

It didn't take long for it to feel really great, but I 
didn't know what to say to him so I just kept quiet and 
let him do that. The same feeling I'd get when I was 
touching myself started to happen a little and I wiggled 
my body a bit, bringing my lower half closer to him. I 
felt his penis poke into my leg but I didn't back away. 
He hissed out a breath when that happened, but kept 
touching me through my damp swimsuit. 

Eventually he starting rocking his hips a little and I 
felt his penis poking my leg harder. He kissed my neck 
again and then he let out a bigger grunt and jerked a 
little, then pulled back a bit. He kissed my forehead 
and laid back, an arm around me. He murmured "good girl" 
then dozed off and I just laid there wondering what 
happened, feeling very tight and like I wanted to touch 
myself, but not able to like this.

I let him nap for about half an hour before I wiggled 
out from his grip and went inside to make us some lunch. 
I was only recently allowed stove privileges and didn't 
know how to make much yet, but I had mastered boxed mac 
& cheese. I thought it would be nice to surprise Tommy 
with that instead of him making us PB&J like he usually 
did. I quickly went to change out of my suit and as I 
went to toss it in my hamper, I noticed my panties were 
gone. I was sure I'd tossed them in there, but I didn't 
see them now. I figured they must have fallen down 
further so I just changed and didn't think of it 
further.

I woke Tommy up and told him lunch was ready. He sat up, 
seemingly surprised I had gotten up without him. He 
grabbed my arm and sternly told me, "Bunny, if we take a 
nap when I'm supposed to be watching you, you stay put. 
What if you had gotten hurt and I wasn't there?" He was 
upset, but also concerned, obviously.

"I'm sorry – I just made some food. You were really 
sound asleep and I couldn't fall asleep after...," I 
trailed off, blushing, my head down, refusing to meet 
his eyes.

He reached out and used his right hand to lift my chin 
up so he could see my face. "Earlier, well, you feel ok 
after that?"

I nodded but didn't know what to say.

"You think we can keep that between us? Like private?," 
he asked.

Again, I just nodded. It was a private moment, a secret 
I wanted to keep to myself anyway. I wouldn't even have 
told Carrie about it.

He smiled his charming smile and patted my head. "Cool. 
I knew I could count on you. So – what's for lunch?"

He acted very impressed with my cooking, although even I 
knew that it was just boxed food and not that special. 
Then he worked on some homework while I read next to him 
on the couch until my parents came home.

The next several times he babysat, similar things 
happened. It became a routine. He'd say "want to have 
some fun Bunny?" and I'd say yes and he'd touch me, 
mainly sticking to my breasts and a few kisses on the 
neck. He would usually move his hips and make noises and 
then be done. I would stay still and silent and later at 
night, I'd touch myself thinking about it. He'd always 
ask if I felt ok afterwards, and then say, "private, 
ok?" and I'd nod. It just became part of what we did. 

Nothing else changed and neither set of parents noticed 
anything different, I guess, because no one ever asked 
me anything that made me think they knew. I did feel ok 
about it. I enjoyed him paying attention to me and it 
somehow made me feel extra good to think of it when I 
touched myself. I also knew that if my parents or his 
found out, they'd be very upset and probably mad at me, 
so I made sure to keep it completely to myself.

When we found out about the overnight babysitting, I was 
really happy and a little nervous. What might he do to 
me if we had a whole night? He'd tease me all week on 
walks home from school, just saying, "It's gonna be fun 
Bunny," and winking at me. 

Normally, I probably would have stayed at his parents 
place for something like this, but they were in the 
middle of a remodel on the house and it was a wreck. 
Everyone agreed it would be fine for Tommy to just stay 
in our guest room instead. His parents were only a few 
houses down if needed after all. Plus his parents seemed 
happy enough about having a night by themselves too. So, 
by the time Tommy showed up that Friday night, I was 
wound up.

My parents left soon after he got there, reminding us 
they left money for pizza, and that they'd see me 
tomorrow.

I was sure we'd get right to the fun, but we didn't. 
First Tommy made us do homework, saying he didn't want 
to have to think about it later. Once that was done we 
ordered pizza and found a movie on Netflix to watch. 
Although I sat curled up next to him, he didn't do 
anything to me beyond pet my hair and put an arm around 
my shoulders. After the movie he told me to take my bath 
and then it was bedtime. I was starting to feel weird, 
like how I felt before Christmas morning. A lot of 
anticipation and no idea what I was going to get. But, I 
went and took a bath. I wondered if he'd come in, but he 
didn't. Instead, I heard the shower in the guest bath 
turn on.

When I was done with my bath, I put on my nightgown. It 
was the fanciest one I had; white silk with lacy trim 
and small embroidered flowers in blue and purple along 
the neckline. I realized I had forgotten to bring my 
underwear into the bathroom so I went back to my bedroom 
to get them. When I walked in the door, I found a 
surprise – Tommy, laying on my bed in just boxers, his 
hair still damp from his shower. He didn't seem to 
notice me, so I thought I'd try to scare him. I took a 
running jump onto the bed, landing right on top of him, 
straddling his crotch. His eyes flew open and he laughed 
and brought his hands up to my sides and held me for a 
second, then tickled me. I responded by bouncing on him 
and trying to tickle back. He started bucking as if he 
was trying to toss me off so I held one tightly.

"It's like riding the mechanical bull. How long can you 
hold on?," he said, both of us laughing. Honestly, I was 
just having fun and hadn't thought about his penis or 
him kissing me until a few seconds of "bull riding" had 
gone by. His boxers had started to slip down and my 
nightgown was riding up. I looked down and saw the head 
of his penis poking out of his boxers. It was dark pink 
and looked smooth. He noticed me noticing about the same 
time and went still. 

I don't remember even deciding to do it, but I reached 
down to touch it and it was as soft as my silk 
nightgown. He gasped and suddenly rolled so we were 
facing each other on our sides, like that day by the 
pool. He put his hands on either side of my face and 
leaned forward and kissed me. Just a gentle press of 
lips on lips. It felt thrilling and even better than 
when he had kissed my neck before. We did that some 
more, slowly opening up our mouths a little, letting our 
tongues touch. I thought I could be very happy to do 
that forever, and in some ways, it felt like we did.

Eventually his right hand roamed down my body, going 
lower, down my side, to my thigh, and then up, pushing 
my nightgown up too. That made me snap out of the haze I 
was in and I tried to push his hand away again. I didn't 
have underwear on and suddenly it just seemed like too 
much for him to touch me there. But he just gripped me 
tighter and used more force to keep pushing my gown up. 
As his hand skimmed over my hip, he suddenly stopped and 
looked down. "Bunny, where is your underwear?" he asked 
in a strained voice.

"I forgot it and was coming to find some," I answered. I 
could feel the heat coming off my cheeks – they must 
have been bright red. I felt embarrassed, but good; like 
I wanted him to stop and like I wanted him to keep 
going. I felt a little wet like I did when I touched 
myself and I was mortified that he might find that out.

He smiled, but the look in his eyes was darker and full 
of an emotion I couldn't place. "Oh Bunny, I knew you 
wanted this too. You're ready aren't you?"

I wasn't sure what he was talking about and squeaked out 
a no but he didn't seem to hear me. I did want him to 
touch me, but this was so much more than before. I 
wasn't sure what I was doing or what he might want or 
think I was ready for.

His hand possessively slid over my hip, down to my 
stomach, then between my legs. I had them closed but he 
pushed his hand until they parted a little. Suddenly he 
was touching me like I touched myself and when he felt 
that I was wet, he moaned and pushed a finger inside me. 
His hands and fingers were so much bigger than mine and 
it hurt when it went in. Not unbearably, but it did hurt 
a little. Part of it was the surprise of it. I let out a 
soft noise of pain and tears pricked my eyes. 

He pushed me so that I was lying under him, his finger 
working in and out of me. It was feeling a little better 
than it had at first, but I was still trying to catch up 
mentally with what was happening. He scooted down and 
then his mouth was on me just above his finger. The 
sensation was overwhelming and I cried out, trying to 
close my legs. He dug his fingers into my thighs, not 
too hard, but enough, and pushed my legs apart and went 
back to work licking me, sucking on parts of me, and 
putting his finger in me over and over. 

I started feeling that familiar build up, and more. His 
finger was hitting some spot inside me that felt amazing 
and I went over the edge. I screamed his name and felt 
the throbbing release. He held onto me and didn't stop 
moving his finger until I stopped bucking. Then he 
slowly kissed his way up my body until his face was next 
to mine again.

"You taste amazing Bunny," he said, and kissed me on the 
lips again. I tasted myself on him. It was a little 
sweet, a little salty, not bad. "I need to be inside 
you. I've waited and waited and now we have the chance. 
It might hurt a little but I'll take care of you, ok?"

I nodded. His finger had hurt at first but it felt good 
by the end. So whatever was next I thought couldn't be 
but so bad. I was wrong.

He peeled off his boxers fully and I saw his whole penis 
for the first time. It was hard and standing out and up 
from his body, sort of bobbing a little, and with a 
small bit of wetness leaking from the tip. He put his 
left hand around it and rubbed up and down on it. His 
own hand fit around it, but not with much to spare. I 
didn't have anything to compare with, but it looked 
really big and when he lay on top of me and pushed my 
legs open again, I freaked out a little at the thought 
of him trying to put that inside me.

"Tommy! Tommy, no, no, no, no, no, no, it won't work, 
please no," I started babbling at him, tears starting to 
escape my eyes, my small hands pushing at his chest.

"Shhhhh, Bunny, I'll take care of you, I promise," he 
said and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me 
again. He kept kissing me as I felt his penis pushing 
against me down there. When it started to go in, I felt 
myself stretching so wide and it burned. I cried out, 
but his kisses muffled any noise I tried to make. 

It kept hurting and stretching and feeling like I was 
going to break in two as he kept pushing himself all the 
way in. He'd pull back a little, and then push forward 
again. I squirmed against him trying to pull away but it 
only seemed to help him go further in me. All of the 
sudden he was still and I could feel him pressed against 
me. He was all the way in. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But 
then he reached down and ran his fingers over that 
little nubbin I had and I started to feel really good 
too. 

A few minutes of him kissing me and rubbing there and 
the pain started to ease. I felt him pull back a little 
and then push in again. He removed his hand to use them 
both to pull my legs around his waist, then went back to 
rubbing and moving in and out of me. I felt every inch 
of him as he made me stretch to fit him.

Tears were still leaking from my eyes, but the pain was 
fading. He kept pumping in and out, picking up his pace. 
He stopped kissing and rubbing me, pulled back and 
pushed my legs up my body towards my chest. The change 
in position let him into me even deeper somehow. He was 
hitting something inside me when he pushed in that hurt, 
way up inside. 

I cried out again and felt the tears on my face but he 
didn't seem to notice. He just kept going and going, 
faster and faster. Suddenly he pushed all the way in and 
I felt something hot coat my insides, several times 
over. I felt him throbbing inside me as it happened and 
he made these noises like "umph" and said "fuck Bunny, 
holy fuck" then collapsed forward onto me. He lay there 
for a few seconds, then started pulling himself out of 
me. Each inch of his withdrawal both hurt and felt 
amazing, but it left me feeling empty. 

I felt warm liquid dribble out of me and reached down to 
touch myself. I looked at my fingers and found them 
coated in what looked like liquid pearl and some blood. 
The blood scared me and I started to tremble. I felt 
Tommy get up but I was just staring at my fingers, the 
blood and what he'd put inside me dripping from them 
onto my chest. 

He came right back and I felt him wipe between my legs 
with something warm and damp. Then he used it to clean 
off my fingers and chest. He turned off all the lights 
then maneuvered the covers down and got into bed beside 
me, pulling them up over us. He snuggled me into his 
warm body and kissed the top of my head. I felt so loved 
in that moment. He might have hurt me, but he also 
caught me, cared for me. 

He always did.

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