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Nebraska is Boring
by Alex Hawk (alexhawk@operamail.com)

***

A young boy moves to Nebraska and is totally bored 
until he makes friends with an attractive girl who 
lives down the road. (mf-yteens, 1st, rom, preg)

***

I was sitting outside on the patio feeling depressed 
and lonely. I was twelve-years-old and had just moved 
with my family from Seattle down to Nebraska. We were 
out in some farming community in the middle of nowhere 
with a population of about a hundred. It was too hot, 
too dry and too boring. We'd only been here two days 
and I was already desperate to leave. If I were stuck 
here too much longer, I'd probably explode.

As I sat there looking out at the world a girl rode by 
on her bicycle. She looked at me as she passed and then 
turned around She rode back my way and stopped in front 
of my house, sitting there on her bike and looking at 
me.

After a couple moments of silence I said, "What?"

"Aren't you supposed to say hello when you meet someone 
new?" she asked.

"You're the one who rode up to me. Aren't you supposed 
to say hello first?"

The girl shrugged. "Maybe." She scooted forward with 
the bike and held out her hand. "I'm Kylie."

"I'm Vincent," I said, shaking hands with her. I looked 
her over as I did so. She was pretty cute. Not great, 
but cute. I'd only just recently discovered 
masturbation and started getting interested in girls, 
but I was still a total virgin.

"Cool. You just moved here?"

"Yeah."

"Cool. You got a bike?"

"Yeah."

"Go get it. We can go for a ride together."

"Ok. Be right back."

I went into the garage and got out my bike. I rode over 
to Kylie. "Ok, I'm ready."

"Good. Follow me." She started pedaling. I followed 
after her.

"So where we gonna go?"

"I thought I'd kind of show you around," she replied.

"Ok."

We rode around talking with each other as she showed me 
places. I learned that she was twelve, just like me, 
and was going to the same school I'd be attending in a 
couple weeks. She was really smart and really nice, 
which was cool. I wondered if she had a boyfriend.

Finally we came to a stop at a 7-11. She went in and 
bought a couple candy bars, coming out and giving me 
one of them.

"Thanks," I said, tearing into it. I hadn't had 
chocolate in a while.

"You're welcome," Kylie said.

"So what all do you do for fun around here? I haven't 
seen that many kids our age."

"There aren't that many. Most everyone seems to be 
older or younger. There used to be a couple boys who 
lived in your place, but they moved away, of course."

"What did you guys do for fun?"

"Lots of things," she said with a little shrug. "We 
watched movies, rode our bikes, played video games, 
fucked, went swimming, went out fishing, stuff like 
that."

I nodded and then sopped, feeling puzzled. "Wait. 
You... you guys... fucked?" I blushed a little saying 
the word in front of a girl.

"Yeah."

"Like... actually for real?"

"Yes. Actually for real."

"Like really for real?" I asked, still stunned.

Kylie rolled her eyes. "Are you always this stupid? 
Yes, really for real. Like they had their dicks in my 
pussy."

"Oh," I said weakly, my penis stiffening up. I leaned 
forward a little to hide it.

Kylie shrugged again. "It's not like it's a big deal. 
There's not much to do out here, like I said."

"Yeah, but... sex?"

"It's fun," she said simply and then looked over at me. 
"What, haven't you done it before?"

"No, I haven't," I said, feeling a little 
uncomfortable.

"Oh."

"How old were they?"

"Ross was thirteen and Brian was fifteen."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

We kept riding, and I really wanted to ask her more 
about having sex, but she started talking about 
something else. By the time we were done talking and 
riding it was dark. We went back to my house and stood 
there near the porch saying goodnight.

"I had fun riding around today," I said to her.

"Me, too. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Bye," I said, watching as she rode off.

I went back into the house after parking my bike in the 
garage. I had to sit down and talk with my parents 
about my day and theirs. They were happy that I'd made 
a new friend. I was happy, too, and promptly jetted 
upstairs where I jerked off three times before I fell 
asleep, each time thinking about Kylie being fucked.


* * *


I was awakened at a little after nine to the sound of 
someone knocking at my window. I pulled open the 
curtain a touch and saw Kylie standing there. She waved 
at me and said, "Open the window!"

Still under the blanket I opened up the window. Kylie 
then surprised me by pushing it all the way open and 
crawling inside, flopping down onto my bed. I pulled 
the blanket up a little more, acutely aware of the fact 
that I was naked under it.

"You got your bed the same place Ross had his."

"I do?"

"Yeah. I used to sneak in through his window at night 
sometimes and we'd fuck."

"Oh," I said weakly.

"Yep." She stood up and looked around. "Your stuff is 
nicer than his, though."

"Thanks."

"So anyhow... you wanna go out riding again?"

"Sure. You mean now?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

"Cool."

Kylie just stood there. Finally I said, "Uh... I need 
to get dressed."

"And?"

"And... I'm naked right now?"

"So?"

"So... maybe you should leave the room so I can get 
some clothes on?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm naked?" I was experiencing an odd sense of 
deja vu.

"It's not like I haven't seen naked boys before," Kylie 
said.

"Yeah, but..." I trailed off helplessly.

Kylie said, "Will it help you if I let you see me 
naked?"

"What?" I asked after a few seconds.

Kylie started undressing before my startled eyes. She 
tossed her shirt aside, pulled off her shorts and then 
removed her bra and panties as was now standing naked 
in my bedroom. She looked really, really hot. Her 
breasts were just starting to grow and she didn't have 
any hair between her legs yet. I knew girls grew some, 
though, from pics I'd seen before. All I could see with 
Kylie was a small slit. If I hadn't already been rock-
hard, this would have done it.

"See? No big deal."

"Right," I said, clearing my throat.

"So?"

"I've just never been naked in front of a girl before," 
I managed to say.

"Oh, it's no big deal." Kylie marched over and before I 
could stop her, she quickly grabbed hold of the blanket 
and yanked it off me, leaving my naked body exposed.

I squawked and covered my penis with my hands. "Hey!"

"Oh, no, no," Kylie said, sitting on my legs and 
grabbing at my hands. "Come on, let me see it!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"If you let me see your dick, I'll let you stick it in 
my pussy."

I blinked. "What?"

This distraction caused my hands to relax just enough 
for Kylie to pull them apart, exposing my very hard, 
still hairless, penis.

"There, see? That's not so bad." She looked down at it. 
"Pretty nice, too."

"Thanks," I mumbled, feeling myself blush.

Kylie took my penis in her hand and started stroking 
it, moving almost exactly like how I did when I 
masturbated. "Real nice."

"Ah... thank you..." I whispered, the pleasure flooding 
through my body.

"You're really still a virgin?"

"Yeah..." I was afraid to move, not knowing what she 
had planned, but desperately hoping.

Kylie scooted forward a little bit. She lifted herself 
up and I felt the tip of my erection brush against 
something. Then she lowered herself down and I watched, 
eyes wide, as Kylie's hairless twelve-year-old vagina 
slid slowly down around my hard twelve-year-old virgin 
penis.

"There," she said in a quiet tone as she settled 
herself down over me. "Now you're not a virgin 
anymore."

"Oh, god..." I could barely think. My mind was totally 
overwhelmed.

"What do you think?" Kylie asked, raising herself up a 
little and then lowering back down.

"It's incredible," I whispered. I couldn't believe I 
was doing this. I was actually getting laid! I could 
feel the warm, wet, wonderful textured tightness of 
Kylie's vagina caressing my young penis as she moved up 
and down on me. It was the most wonderful thing I'd 
ever experienced.

"God, I needed this," Kylie whispered. "I haven't been 
laid since Ross and Brian moved away..."

"Glad I could help..." I mumbled, lost in pleasure.

Kylie began grinding her pelvis against me and I 
started almost instinctively thrusting up into her, 
savoring the sensation of her vagina around my penis. I 
knew sex would be wonderful, every boy knows that, but 
I had no idea how wonderful.

Just as I was starting to near my orgasm, Kylie stopped 
moving and looked down at me, a fine sheen of sweat on 
her naked body.

"You wanna try being on top for a bit?"

"Uh... ok, sure."

Kylie got off me, a little bit of cold hitting my penis 
as it left her warm vagina. She lay down on my bed next 
to me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and spread her legs 
wide. "Get between my legs and see if you can get it 
in."

"Ok."

I got on top of Kylie, looking down at her vagina. I 
saw what looked like a small opening and pushed myself 
against it, feeling a surge of pleasure and victory as 
my penis was almost sucked back into her slit. I 
lowered myself down onto Kylie's naked body, feeling 
her breasts against my chest.

"Good," she whispered. "Very good..." I felt her hands 
settle on my bare butt. "Now start moving, but be 
careful not to slip out."

"Alright," I whispered in return and started fucking 
slowly. It was really hard at first. I had no idea what 
the hell I was doing. But I just kept doing what felt 
good and it seemed to be working. I tried to keep 
myself as deep inside her as I could, making sure I 
wasn't going to slip out.

"Wonderful, Vincent... you're doing so good... it feels 
so good..." Kylie whispered, holding tight onto my ass 
as we fucked.

I had buried my face in Kylie's shoulder and was 
quickly losing control of my body. I started making 
short, sharp, rabbit-like thrusts into her, plunging my 
young erection in and out and in and out of her liquid 
warmth. Then my whole body started shaking as the 
orgasm took hold, and my penis started pulsing inside 
her vagina, my sperm shooting into her waiting body.

My thrusts began to slow, and eventually stopped 
entirely. I continued to lay there on top of Kylie, 
breathing hard, my mind swimming with what I'd just 
done. My penis was still hard and still inside her 
vagina, and I never, ever wanted to take it out of her.

Kylie ran a hand through my hair. "You did really 
good."

"Thanks," I said, a little weakly.

"Let me sit up."

Saddened at having to pull out of Kylie, I got off her, 
watching my penis slide out from inside her vagina. It 
was covered with a film of wetness, but otherwise 
didn't look any different from how it did yesterday. I 
was kind of disappointed. It didn't seem right that it 
should look the same after I just got laid.

"Is anyone else home?" Kylie asked, sitting up.

"No."

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Across the hall."

"Ok. Be right back." She got off my bed and walked out 
into the hall, still naked.

For my part I laid back on the bed, feeling very happy. 
I was only twelve and I'd just fucked my first girl! 
All my friends back in Seattle would be soooo jealous! 
I began idly masturbating while I remembered how 
fantastic her vagina had been.

"Ha. Typical boy," Kylie said, walking back into the 
room. I started and almost covered up, but then I 
thought why bother?

"What do you mean?" I asked, continuing to masturbate 
while I looked at her body.

"You just got laid and already you're horny again."

"Yeah, well," I mumbled, blushing a little. "Can we do 
it again?" I asked a little shyly.

Kylie laughed. "Typical boy!" she said again. "Not 
right now. Right now, we're going to go for a bike 
ride."

"Oh." I was disappointed. "But we can do it again 
sometime, right?" I persisted.

"Of course."

"Good."

"Now get dressed," Kylie said, putting her own clothes 
on.

Fifteen minutes later, after we'd each had a bowl of 
cereal, we were on our bikes, riding along the narrow 
street and talking to each other. It was weird. I'd 
just gotten laid. I'd lost my virginity to this cute 
girl. But we weren't talking about sex or anything. We 
were just talking about... stuff. Our favorite music 
and video games, what kind of foods we liked, etcetera. 
It was nice and relaxing.

Soon we rounded a small hill and came across a little 
patch of trees around a small pond. Kylie slowed her 
bike and then stopped, getting off it. I followed suit.

"What's this place?"

"A pond."

I rolled my eyes. "I know THAT. Does it have a name or 
anything?"

"Not really. It's just a nice place to swim."

"Oh, ok."

Kylie started undressing and once she was naked waded 
out into the water. "Come on, Vincent! It's really nice 
in here!"

"Naked?" I asked, doubtfully.

Kylie gave me a look. "You just fucked me about an hour 
ago. What are you worried about?"

"Good point." Still feeling a little shy I worked my 
way out of my clothes and, forcing myself not to cover 
my erection, joined Kylie in the water.

"This is cool," I said, paddling around a little. "I've 
never gone skinny-dipping before."

"Nice, huh?"

"Yeah."

The two of us splashed around for a little bit. I don't 
know how long, but it was fun. After a while, though, 
Kylie seemed to tire of it. She got out of the water 
and pulled out a small blanket that she laid down on 
the ground, spreading it out.

I got out of the water and joined her as she lay down. 
We both relaxed and lay there enjoying the sun on our 
naked bodies.

"This is nice," I said.

"Yeah. You wanna fuck again?"

I blinked at how abrupt she was. "Uh... sure!"

"Cool." She got up on all fours and said, "Let's do it 
doggie-style."

I got up on my knees, dimly aware how this was supposed 
to work. I moved in behind her and looked around, still 
not entirely sure what I was supposed to do.

Kylie reached back and pulled her buttocks apart. "See 
the spot?" she said, touching it with her finger.

"Ok."

I moved close, the tip of my penis brushing against the 
hole. I pushed and felt myself slide into her vagina. 
It took some effort to steady myself, but soon I was 
thrusting slowly, enjoying the feelings not only around 
my penis but also of her body smacking against my hips 
as we fucked.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked.

"Oh, yes..."

"Good..."

I closed my eyes, feeling myself entirely at peace. I 
could hear the hum of insects, and the chirp of birds. 
The sun was shining on my naked body, my penis was in a 
happy place and I was very content. It was the most 
perfect moment in my entire life. Nebraska was boring 
as hell, but obviously it had some good points.

"This is really nice," Kylie said quietly.

"Yeah..." I gasped.

"Are you gonna cum real quick?"

"Uh..." I stopped thrusting and simply held myself 
against her, penis as deep as I could get it. "Maybe. 
Why?"

"I want you on top again."

"Oh, ok."

Kylie moved forward and I slid out of her. She rolled 
onto her back and I got on top, this time not even 
needing to look as I pushed my penis back into her 
vagina. I began fucking her slowly again, looking into 
her eyes as I did so.

"You look... really beautiful..." I whispered.

"You, too."

"I love doing this..."

Kylie grinned. "Of course you do. All boys do."

"Yeah..." I smiled at her. "Can I kiss you?"

"Sure."

I moved my mouth down, stopping with my thrusts as I 
kissed Kylie for the first time. It was very sweet and 
nice. Eventually I felt her mouth open and her tongue 
pushing against mine. So this was French kissing, I 
thought as I started screwing her again.

Soon enough I neared my orgasm. It wasn't a big deal, 
really, when I came. I mean, it felt really great to 
cum inside a girl again, and it was very cool feeling 
my sperm shooting into her, but it wasn't that 
important somehow. Just the act of having sex with her 
was more meaningful. Like it was the journey that 
mattered and not the destination.

When I was done cumming I pulled out and we lay next to 
each other holding hands. It was another wonderful, 
sweet moment in a whole day of wonderful, sweet 
moments. I couldn't ever remember being happier than I 
was now.

"That was a lot of fun, Kylie," I said to her, giving 
her a little kiss.

"Thanks," she said, kissing me back. "I liked it to."

"So... does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend 
now?"

Kylie shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean, I had 
sex with Ross and Brian all the time and I never 
thought of myself as their girlfriend. We're just 
friends who have sex, you know?"

I nodded. "Ok. I can live with that."

"I bet."

"What does it feel like for you?"

"Having you inside me?"

"Yeah."

Kylie looked thoughtful for a bit. "Well... it feels 
really nice, is all I can say, really. I mean, I like 
feeling a boy's body on top of me. You know, just 
having our skin touching all over?" I nodded in 
response, having already noticed that myself. "But when 
your penis is inside me... I don't know if I can 
describe it, but it feels wonderful having a boy in me 
like that."

"Oh."

"What's it feel like for you, Vincent?" Kylie asked, 
turning onto her side to look at me.

"Very warm and wet and tight around my penis. Just... 
really great," I said with a little grin. "I can't 
imagine anything feeling better."

"Huh... I wish I could turn into a boy and see what 
it's like."

"I wish I could turn into a girl to see what it's 
like."

In an ideal world, we would have both suddenly switched 
bodies. But we lived in reality, so nothing happened.

"You wanna fuck again?" Kylie asked me after a bit.

"Ok."

Over the next couple hours Kylie and I had sex three 
times. That made five times total, I thought to myself 
as I rode my bike home with her. I wondered if I'd ever 
lose count. On the one hand, I hoped not because I 
desperately wanted to know how many times we were Doing 
It. On the other hand, I knew that if I lost count it 
would be because we'd Done It like a thousand times and 
THAT would be sweet!

When we got back to my place it was getting pretty late 
in the afternoon. I got off my bike and walked it up to 
the front door, Kylie trailing behind.

"I had a really good time today," I said, feeling a 
little shy.

"Me, too."

"You wanna meet up again tomorrow?" I asked, hopefully.

Kylie snorted. "What do you think?"

"Uh... yes?"

"Right."

"Good," I said, grinning.

Kylie gave me a very tender hug and a kiss on the cheek 
and then rode off. I walked into the garage, parked my 
bike and spent the rest of the day with a really stupid 
grin plastered across my happy young face.


* * *


Most of the rest of the week passed in kind of a happy, 
sexual blur for me. Every morning I'd wake up to Kylie 
knocking on the window, I'd let her in, we'd fuck in my 
bed, eat breakfast, fuck again, go to the pond, swim, 
fuck, eat something, fuck, ride our bikes for a little, 
fuck and then I'd go home. I quickly lost track of how 
many times we'd had sex, and was very pleased to do so.

And of course I made sure to send emails back to all my 
friends in Seattle, bragging about all the sex I was 
having. I don't know if they really believed me or not, 
but that was ok.

One night my parents had let Kylie join us for dinner. 
They really liked her, which was nice. We'd even gone 
up to my bedroom after dinner. My parents made us keep 
the door open, but we still had a very quick fuck while 
they were watching TV.

Life was incredibly sweet for me right now!

Late one Sunday night I was sleeping and heard a faint 
tapping on my window. I woke up and looked at the 
clock. It was just before midnight. I opened the 
window. Kylie was standing there with a sad smile on 
her face.

I opened the window up. "What are you doing here?" I 
hissed.

"I got into a fight with my dad. He was drinking 
again."

"Oh." I'd learned over the last few days that her 
father was a raging drunk. "I'm sorry."

"He tried to hit me a couple times," she said, starting 
to cry a little. "He missed, though and I ran away."

"Good for you," I said.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

I hesitated for only an instant. She was a friend of 
mine and I couldn't turn her away. But she was a girl 
and I knew my parents would be pissed. But I couldn't 
send her back to her dad.

"Sure, come on in."

I opened the window the rest of the way and Kylie crept 
inside, landing on my bed. She put her arms around me 
and hugged me tight, crying a little. I put my arms 
around her and hugged back, not sure what I should do.

There was a faint sound of floorboards creaking and a 
knock at my door.

"Vincent?" my dad said. "Is there someone in there with 
you?"

"Hang on a second, Dad," I said. I quickly got up and 
pulled on a pair of boxers. Opening the door I stepped 
out into the hall. "Hey, Dad."

"Vincent. Is that Kylie I heard in there?"

"Uh... yeah."

My dad sighed. "Vincent-" he began.

"Wait, Dad. It's not what you think. Her Dad was 
drinking and he tried to hit her tonight."

My dad's voice turned to ice. "Oh, he did, did he?"

"Yeah. I'm her only friend here and she wants to stay 
here tonight."

Dad considered this. "Alright. I'll explain it to your 
mother. She can stay tonight, but you'll have to sleep 
on the couch."

"What? Why?"

"Because she's a girl and you're a boy, Vincent."

"Yeah, but we're just friends, Dad. How about if she 
takes my bed and I sleep on the floor? I don't think it 
would be good for her to be alone tonight."

Much to my surprise, my dad seemed to buy it. He let 
out a faint sigh. "Alright, but you keep the door open, 
ok?"

"Ok."

"Let me talk with her for a moment."

"Alright."

I stood aside and let my dad into the room. He walked 
over to the bed and put his hand on the back of Kylie's 
head.

"You doing ok, Kylie?"

"Sort of. I'm sorry for just coming over here like 
this. Please don't be mad at Vincent."

"I'm not mad at anyone, Kylie," my dad said in soothing 
tones. "Don't worry. You can stay here tonight and you 
can sleep in Vincent's bed. He'll use his sleeping back 
and sleep on the floor."

"Oh... ok."

After hearing my dad mention my sleeping bag, I'd dug 
it out from the closet, wishing that I didn't have 
Pokemon on it. I took a pillow from the bed and spread 
it all out onto the floor.

"Alright," my dad said. "I'll leave the door open. You 
kids get some sleep, ok?" he said in strong tones.

"Yes, Dad."

"Thank you for letting me stay here tonight," Kylie 
said.

"It's not a problem, dear. You just get some rest." Dad 
nodded at us both, shut the door most have the way and 
walked back to the bedroom he and Mom shared, the 
floorboards creaking as he walked.

"I'm really sorry, Vincent. I didn't want you to get 
into trouble or anything."

"I'm not in trouble. My dad's pretty cool."

"Yeah... I wish mine was..."

I reached up to hug her. I had no idea what to say.

"Vincent?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you come and lay up here with me for a bit?"

"But my dad said-"

"You can get back onto the bag before you go to sleep. 
But right now, I want to have you next to me for a bit, 
ok?"

"Ok."

She sat up and started undressing. I took the cue and 
pulled off my boxers, carefully setting them next to my 
sleeping bag. Now naked as she was, I climbed into bed 
with her, feeling her body snuggle up against mine.

"I'm really glad I have you for a friend, Vincent."

"I'm glad I have you, too," I whispered, running my 
fingers through her hair as she let her head rest on my 
shoulder. Her heart was beating fast against me. I was 
scared my Dad might come back into the room, but I 
figured I'd hear the sounds of the floorboards creaking 
before he got here.

I wanted to just hold Kylie, to be a good friend to her 
and everything, but the sensation of her naked body 
rubbing against me as we laid there face-to-face was 
way too much stimulation and my penis got hard pretty 
much instantly.

Kylie wiggled against it and giggled softly. "That 
thing never gets tired, does it?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered back. "I can't really control 
it."

"It's ok... you wanna Do It for a bit?"

"With my mom and dad just down the hall?"

"We can be quiet." She got an odd look on her face that 
I could barely see in the light coming from the window. 
"I just need to feel you inside me for a while."

"Ok."

Kylie rolled onto her back. I got on top of her and 
slowly guided my penis into her vagina. I'd become very 
good at that during the last few days. It was very easy 
to get good at something you really liked doing.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Oh, I needed you so much, 
Vincent..."

"I'm glad I could be here for you," I whispered back.

We fucked in silence after that. I wasn't trying to 
cum, really. I just wanted to make her and me both feel 
really good, so I was fucking her as slowly as I could 
get away with. That also kept it quieter. I really 
didn't want to think about what might happen if my 
parents caught me having sex with Kylie.

"Oh, yes... oh, that feels so nice..." Kylie whispered.

"Cool..." I said softly, giving her a little kiss, 
pumping her slowly and tenderly.

"Oh... oh... that's so... ooooh... oooooh..." Suddenly 
she held me very, very tight and clenched her teeth, 
trying not to make any noise. I felt her vagina grab 
hard and fast at my penis as her whole body trembled 
and shook under me.

I wasn't sure what had just happened, but whatever it 
was, it was enough to push me over the edge. I closed 
my eyes and let the orgasm wash over me, my sperm 
blasting up into Kylie's vagina. As the pleasure 
subsided I thought I'd heard a noise out in the hall, 
but as I kept myself perfectly still and quiet, I 
couldn't hear it again.

Rattled a little I pulled out of Kylie and whispered, 
"I should get back to my sleeping bag."

"Ok," she replied quietly, a little out of breath.

Once I was back down there and had put on my boxers I 
whispered to her, "What happened? You know, when I was 
fucking you?"

"Oh... I had an orgasm..." She smiled a little tiredly. 
"I never had one before when I was being fucked by a 
boy."

"Cool," I said, happy and confused at the same time. 
Happy cause I'd done something the vaunted Ross and 
Brian hadn't, but confused cause I hadn't known girls 
even had orgasms.

"Vincent?" Kylie's tired, sleepy voice came down to me.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

My heart skipped a beat. "I love you, too."

Kylie's hand came down from the bed. I took it in my 
hand and held her until I drifted off to sleep.


* * *


The next morning was very busy. We got up late, and 
went downstairs to have breakfast with my parents. 
After we were done eating, Mom took Kylie out for a 
ride. She said she wanted to talk with her and figure 
out what to do about her father.

As for my father, he said to me, after Kylie and Mom 
had left, "Vincent? Come into the living room. We need 
to talk."

My heart sank. The sound I'd heard last night hadn't 
been my imagination. "Ok, Dad," I said, hoping that I 
was wrong.

Once we were in the living room, Dad sat me down on the 
couch and sat himself in his favorite chair.

"Vincent... we need to discuss something."

"Ok."

Dad took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Have you 
and Kylie been having sex?"

A thousand lies approached my mouth, but all were 
doused before they were uttered. Sighing a little I 
said in a quiet voice, "Yes..."

Dad sucked in another deep breath and nodded. "I see. 
How long has this been happening?"

"Uh... for like the last few days."

"So basically from the first day you met her?"

"Yeah."

Dad looked up at the ceiling. "I feel the need to be 
precise here. When I say 'sex' I mean have you been 
putting your penis into her vagina?"

"Yes."

"Ah. I thought that was what I was hearing last night, 
but I wasn't sure."

I hung my head. "I'm sorry, Dad."

He shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry, not 
really. Sex is very normal. I lost my virginity back 
when I was not too much older than you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you and Mom didn't meet until you were in 
college."

My dad laughed long and loud. "Oh, son... believe it or 
not, I had sex with women before your mother."

I was mildly ill at the thought of even my mom and dad 
having sex with each other, much less with anyone else. 
"Ew," was what I managed to say.

Dad simply chuckled.

"So you're not mad at me?"

Dad sobered up. "I'm mad at you for having sex with her 
last night, I'm mad at you for having sex period, but, 
well, it is a normal sort of thing." He shrugged. "I 
just wish you'd waited until later. At least until you 
were an age with the word 'teen' at the end of it."

"Sorry."

"Was it your idea to start having sex?"

I shook my head. "No, it was hers. She'd had sex with 
the boys who had lived here before."

"Oh. Is she the only girl you've done it with?"

"Yeah." I took a deep breath of my own. "And I'm really 
sorry about doing it with her last night. But she 
seemed really sad and she said she wanted me to snuggle 
with her and make her feel better and then she asked if 
I would have sex with her and then we did," I said in a 
rush.

My dad nodded. "Well... at least you were doing the 
right thing by trying to help your friend through a 
tough time." He looked at me sharply all of a sudden. 
"Have you been using protection?"

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"Protection," he repeated. "So that she doesn't get 
pregnant?"

"Pregnant?" I asked in shock.

"Yes. That's what usually happens when people have 
sex."

I was stunned. "I never even thought about it. You mean 
Kylie might be pregnant?" I started to panic a little.

"Calm down, calm down. She's probably not. She's 
probably not even had her first period yet. But it is 
possible."

"Oh, god," I said, feeling a little sick.

"Not to be indelicate, but are you making sperm yet?"

"Yeah..."

"I see... well..." Dad sighed and stood up. "Wait 
here." He left and came back a minute or two later. I 
spent the entire time worrying. "Here." Dad tossed a 
small box onto my lap.

I opened it up to see a set of small, foil squares. 
"What are these?"

"Condoms. You know what they are?"

I picked up one of the squares and looked at it. "No?"

Dad sighed. "You unroll them onto your penis before... 
before you..." He took a deep breath. "Before you have 
sex with Kylie. It will keep your sperm from reaching 
her eggs and making her pregnant."

"Oh..."

"Yes. After you're... well, done... you pull out, take 
it off and toss it into the trash. Always use a new one 
each time."

My mind was turning over. "So... it's ok for me to have 
sex with her as long as I use these?"

Dad sighed yet again. "I'm a realist, Vincent. I know 
that if I tell you not to have sex with her, you'll 
sneak out of the house and find a way. It's not really 
ok if you have sex with her, but I doubt you could stop 
if you wanted to. So if you DO have sex with her, 
PLEASE use some of these condoms, ok? If you need more, 
just let me know and I'll buy them."

"So if she stays over again, can we both sleep in my 
bed?"

Dad waved a hand. "One thing at a time, one thing at a 
time. We don't even know what's going to happen with 
her and her father today."

"Oh, right." I got depressed. "Dad? Kylie's a really 
nice girl. Why would anyone want to hit her, especially 
her father?"

Dad shook his head. "I don't know, son. Drink does 
strange things to a man. I understand her mother is 
dead, so he has to raise her by himself. I'm sure he's 
very lonely and has god only knows what demons inside 
him. What he did was bad, but that doesn't make him a 
bad man. Try not to judge him."

"I'll remember that, Dad." These were the wisest words 
my father ever said to me and I did my best to remember 
them and live by them for the rest of my life. "If her 
Dad keeps drinking and trying to hit her, can she live 
with us?"

"One thing at a time, please, Vincent!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just really like her a lot, Dad."

Dad sighed and came over to join me on the couch. He 
put an arm around my shoulders. "I know, Vincent. I 
know. We'll see what we can do, ok?"

"Ok." I thought for a moment. "Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for, you know, not yelling at me or anything."

Dad laughed a little. "You know how my dad found out I 
was having sex?"

"How?"

"He walked in on me and my girlfriend having sex on the 
couch. Then he exploded. THAT was not a pretty sight, 
let me tell you. He calmed down a little, but, boy, did 
he scare Alicia. We never really saw each other again 
after that." He gave me a hard look. "Believe me, I 
wanted to burst into there and tell you two to knock it 
off, but I knew that wouldn't help anything."

"Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome."

"Oh, hey, Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to tell Mom? You know... about me and 
Kylie?"

Dad laughed. "I think your mother probably already 
knows. She's suspected for the last couple days. I 
actually had a bet with her and thanks to you, I have 
to go to see the ballet out in Omaha next month."

"Oh, sorry." I blushed.

The rest of the day was really, really tense for me. I 
was on pins and needles waiting for Mom to come back 
home and really hoping that she had Kylie with her. 
Those hopes were dashed when she finally showed up at 
around dinnertime, looking very tired.

She walked in, gave my father a hug. He said, "We're 
going to the ballet honey." My mother snorted and 
walked over to me.

"You ok, Vincent?"

"Yeah, Mom. Where's Kylie?"

"I took her home."

"Oh."

"I assume your father has already talked with you about 
certain... activities?"

"Huh?"

"Yes, I have," my Dad put in.

"Alright. Then I won't say anything more about it."

"But Mom... why did you take Kylie home? I mean, after 
what her dad did?"

My mother sat down. "I talked with her father. I think 
he's very truly sorry for what he did. I also made it 
clear to him that if he tries anything like that with 
her ever again, he'd regret it."

"But why couldn't she just stay here with us?"

"Kylie belongs with her family, Vincent."

"But she's my friend!"

My mom sighed. "I know you really care about her. You 
can still be friends with her, but she cannot stay here 
with us. That's final."

I knew that tone. There wasn't any argument at this 
point. "Alright."

"Good." She held up a bag from the KFC out in town. "I 
brought us some dinner. Let's all eat."

Dinner was a little tense and, for me, kind of sad. I 
know that I would probably see Kylie tomorrow, but I 
was worried about her in the meantime. She was a really 
cool person and I really loved her and I worried that 
her dad might try to hit her again or something. In the 
end there wasn't really anything for me to do. I just 
had to suck it up and deal with it.

I slept very fitfully that night. I was still concerned 
about Kylie and I kept hoping she'd come to knock on my 
window. Every time I heard even the faintest sound from 
outside, I thought it might be her coming to be with 
me.

No such luck. Eventually I drifted off to full sleep, 
not waking until morning.


* * *


The next day I was a big ball of worry. Kylie didn't 
come by all day and didn't call or anything. I was 
scared something might have happened to her. I kept 
bugging Mom and Dad to let me go visit her, but no 
dice. I just barely managed to get to sleep that night.

But the next morning, at just after nine, my heart 
leapt with joy as I woke up to the sound of a gentle 
tapping at my bedroom window. I pulled it open to 
reveal Kylie's smiling face.

"Hey, Vincent."

"Kylie!" I said, unbelievably relieved. I leaned 
through the window to hug her.

"Careful there," she said. "You don't want to fall out. 
Let me come in."

"Sure!" I moved back so that Kylie could get in. Once 
she was inside she sat on my bed with me and we kissed 
for a few moments.

"Thanks for letting me stay here the other night," she 
said.

"You're welcome. I couldn't send you away, you know."

"I know. But still."

"Yeah. Where were you last night?"

"My dad took me out to Omaha. We went and had dinner 
and saw a movie. He felt really bad about the other 
night. He said he's going to join AA."

"That's good. I felt really bad about him... you 
know... trying to hit you."

Kylie nodded. "You're not the only one."

We sat there just looking at each other for a bit. 
Slowly I said, "Sooo... you wanna have sex?"

"Maybe in a bit. Can we just snuggle for a while, 
though?"

"Sure." I pulled back my blanket for Kylie as she 
started getting undressed. Once she was naked she got 
in bed with me. We lay there facing each other and 
hugging. I gave her a kiss.

"You mom knew we were having sex," Kylie said as one of 
her hands drifted down my back to rest right above my 
ass.

"Yeah, my dad thought we were, too."

"What did he say to you about it?"

I gently caressed one of Kylie's breasts and said, "He 
told me that he didn't like it, he thought we should 
have waited and that we shouldn't be doing it. He also 
gave me a little lecture about not getting you 
pregnant."

Kylie nodded. "Your mom kind of said the same stuff. 
She wanted to know if I'd started my periods yet, but I 
haven't so she said we were probably ok but that we 
should be careful in the future."

A horrible thought occurred to me. "Did she tell your 
dad?"

"No, she didn't."

"Thank god," I said, relaxing.

Kylie squeezed my butt and giggled. "What did your dad 
say about... you know... pregnancy?"

"He gave me some condoms. He said that if I need any 
more to ask him."

"Condoms? Do you still have them?"

"Yeah." I rolled over and reached down under the bed, 
pulling out the small box. I took out a foil-packed 
condom and handed it to Kylie, lying on my back next to 
her.

She turned it over in her hands. "So what do you do 
with it?"

"I'm not really sure."

"Well, put it on so we can have sex."

That was the best motivation I'd ever heard of! I tore 
open the packet, revealing a small, round bit of 
something rubbery. It was rolled up, and as I unrolled 
it a little, it was pretty obvious what I was supposed 
to do with it.

"I think it goes on my penis," I said.

Kylie nodded. "Well, put it on."

I held the condom against my penis and slowly rolled it 
down until it was completely on me. It felt weird, and 
there was another problem.

"I don't think it's going to stay on." It was way too 
lose for me. Either it was too big or my penis was too 
small. I preferred to think it was the condom that was 
the problem.

"Well, let's try it anyhow."

"Ok." I got between Kylie's legs, holding the condom 
onto my penis with my hand. I lined up and penetrated 
her easily. It didn't feel nearly as good as it did 
without the condom, but it still felt better than 
masturbating.

Once I pulled my hand off the small tube of latex and 
tried to move, however, there was an immediate problem. 
My penis slid right out of the condom, leaving it still 
inside Kylie's vagina.

"Shit," I said. "It came off."

"Try it again."

I took the condom out of Kylie and put it back onto me. 
Once it was as secure as it was likely to get, I pushed 
back inside her. But as soon as I started fucking, I 
slid right out of it again.

"This isn't working," I said in annoyance.

"Just leave it off, then."

I looked at Kylie. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Your mom said that since I haven't started my 
periods yet, I probably can't get pregnant."

"Well, if you're sure," I said without any real effort 
to convince her otherwise.

"I'm sure."

"Ok." I held my penis against her vagina and then slid 
up inside, pleased at how much better it felt without 
the condom. "Oh, that's so much better," I whispered to 
her.

"Yeah..."

It was another unhurried session of sex. We were both 
heading towards orgasms and we knew it, but it wasn't 
that important. What was important was just being 
together. Being friends. Being lovers. Me inside her, 
her under me.

Kylie and I made love all day. We had sex mostly in my 
bedroom, but we also tried it once in the shower and 
once in the living room, giggling at how naughty we 
were being by fucking on the couch. Each time we had 
sex, I made sure to open a condom up and throw it in 
the trash. I figured that way if my dad checked, he'd 
think we were using them.

In retrospect we should have found a way to do so. 
Three months after Kylie and I started having sex, she 
noticed that she seemed to be getting a little fat and 
had started throwing up in the morning. When I told my 
mom about this she went into instant panic mode. We got 
Kylie away from her house and took her to a doctor in 
Omaha where he confirmed she was pregnant. We found out 
the day of my thirteenth birthday. When my dad found 
out and asked me about the condoms he'd been buying, I 
explained to him the problem we'd had. He rolled his 
eyes and that was when I learned that condoms came in 
different sizes. Ooops.

Kylie's dad went berserk when he heard she was pregnant 
and at first we all thought he was going to start 
drinking again. Instead he sat down with my dad and mom 
and they all talked. It was finally decided that until 
she gave birth (we'd decided against abortion), Kylie 
would stay with us, sleeping in my room with me. It was 
nice sleeping with her every night. It was like we were 
married. We even still had sex fairly often, right up 
until about a month before she was supposed to have the 
baby.

Eight months after the testing, one week before her own 
thirteenth birthday, Kylie gave birth to our son. It 
wasn't an easy birth. The doctor had to perform a c-
section and because of that, Kylie wouldn't be able to 
get pregnant ever again.

A week after she gave birth, Kylie moved back to her 
dad's house with our baby. I made sure to go over and 
visit as much as I could. Her father was kind of a jerk 
to me at first, but eventually he calmed down and we 
all started to get along ok.

Kylie and I both still managed to stay in school 
despite the problems and all the jokes from our 
classmates. Some of the other kid's parents raised a 
fuss, but there wasn't much they could do. It WAS kind 
of weird when, for a while, Kylie, myself and our son 
were all going to the same school (he started 
kindergarten in our senior year and there was only one 
school in the area for everyone), but we dealt with it 
ok.

After graduation, Kylie and I got married. We moved 
into our own house in Omaha and we've been living there 
ever since. It's been ten years now since we first had 
sex. We still do it as often as we can. We still love 
each other and our son.

Life might throw you a few surprises as you go down the 
road. I hadn't expected to get laid at twelve or to be 
a father at thirteen. The best you can do is just stay 
the course and hope things turn out alright. I have a 
son I love and I wife I love.

Nebraska is great!

END

Copyright 2004 by Alex Hawk. Aren't skater boys just 
about the sexiest things on the planet? I think so.

This was a very personal story for me in some ways. 
Like Vincent, I became a father at a young age. My son 
was born when I was fourteen and his mother was 
thirteen. There's another boy who is probably my son 
(we've never done a paternity test), and he was born at 
around the same time.

It was indeed very weird having a kid so young. My 
parents weren't nearly as understanding as Vincent's, 
nor were the mother's (though at least they weren't 
drunks who tried to hit her). It was a real struggle 
for me and his mother, my best friend ("officially" the 
father of the other boy who is probably my son), and my 
sister (she was the mother of said boy. Yes, I probably 
knocked up my sister. Long story), to all stay in 
school. To this day I don't know how we managed.

It seems to me that society really needs to loosen up 
and accept the idea of "kids having kids". There were 
actually some advantages to starting so early. By the 
time my son is eighteen, I'll only be thirty-two. I 
have a friend that age (Ryan, the guy from "Story of 
Joe"). If my son is anything like his parents, I'll 
probably be a grandfather while in my twenties. There's 
a strange thought.

For anyone who's curious, I've written a FAQ about me. 
This should answer all the questions people have asked 
about me and stuff. You can ask for a copy in email.

Anyhow, I'm rambling a bit much. Please send any and 
all feedback to alexhawk@operamail.com and thanks for 
reading!

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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