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Sarah
by Y4Y (w2beh@yahoo.com)
***
Sarah collects on a promise that I never expected would
even be remembered. (Mf, ped, 1st, voy, rom)
***
Slipping my tie into place, I hurried to the door,
wondering as I went who could be knocking. Having
allowed myself to be cajoled into attending a musical
event and subsequent reception at the local university,
I was running late, and already frustrated at having to
wear a coat and tie, which were not my usual Friday
night attire.
Since my wife's death from cancer the previous year, my
well-meaning friends made regular efforts to 'include
me', which I generally refused even though I
appreciated their kindness. But this night I agreed to
go, and because of a problem at work, was now in danger
of making everyone late. Reaching the door, I flung it
open expecting to see some kid selling raffle tickets
or school candy, and thinking unkindly that I needed to
get rid of them as quickly as possible. My voice
already forming an abrupt greeting, I froze in my
tracks.
Sarah stood on my porch, looking away shyly, as if she
might bolt at any second. A young lady who counted
among my favorite people in the world, my spontaneous
joy at seeing her immediately erased my irritation, but
did little to hide my utter surprise. In all the years
I had known her, Sarah had never come to my door alone,
and I found myself looking towards the driveway for her
mother. But she appeared to be truly alone, and I
realized, truly embarrassed, though I had no idea why.
Her simple presence at my door was shock enough, but
her attire only compounded my surprise. Sarah was an
athlete of some renown in our area, and it was widely
accepted that she would attend the college of her
choice on a soccer scholarship. She was that good, and
it was a point of personal pride for me, since I had
the privilege of coaching her for two formative years.
From the day I first met Sarah, standing shyly behind
her mother on a soccer field at age nine, I had seen
her in a dress one time. Her standard attire was
athletic, and her trademark was Adidas, a company she
could very likely represent in the future.
Tonight, however, she wore a summer dress of dark blue,
with a small flower print. It was lightweight cotton,
buttoned from top to bottom in the front, and showed
definitively that Sarah had transformed from a young
girl to a young woman. Her legs were encased in nylons,
and she wore sandals with tall heels, which exaggerated
the muscles in her calves unnecessarily. Her hair was
pulled up and back and she had curled the ends. Though
Sarah typically did little to enhance her appearance, I
always knew she was a pretty girl. Seeing her now, she
took my breath away.
'Sarah'.
As greetings go, it was pretty inadequate, my surprise
apparent. She turned away slightly, looking completely
unsure of herself. Sarah was never talkative, and in
fact went through a troubled period when she hardly
spoke at all, so her silence wasn't completely
unexpected, but tonight there was more to it.
I was about to make a mistake and I knew it. In a short
period I had moved from irritation for having agreed to
attend the concert, to frustration at being interrupted
when I was already late, to the combination of joy and
surprise at seeing Sarah at my door, and the emotional
roller coaster was disorienting at best. So with some
effort I attempted to regain my composure since it was
clear there was something was on Sarah's mind, and
knowing her history better than most, offering her
assistance needed to be my first priority.
Nevertheless, my next question seemed to be as poorly
thought out as my first utterance.
'How did you get here?'
She looked up shyly. 'I'm staying at Renee's tonight.'
Renee lived on the other side of the neighborhood, and
again I found myself looking about, expecting to see
her, but Sarah was alone.
'Is everything OK?'
Suddenly Sarah was shaking, and it wasn't until later
that I would realize she was simply nervous. Her eyes
glistened with moisture, and I thought she might be
about to cry.
'Yes....yes. I just... just wanted to say hi.'
She bounced slightly on the balls of her feet as my
concern for her deepened. Since the loss of my wife I
had become detached from the happenings around town,
but I understood from others that Sarah's mom had
settled down in the past year and cleaned up her act,
so to speak.
I had helped Sarah through many difficult times in the
past, all resulting from her mom's behavior, and
perhaps the troubles had returned. Stepping out on to
the porch to comfort Sarah, I reached for her and then
I froze, remembering our history. And then it hit me.
It was as if the atmosphere around me had become devoid
of oxygen, I could scarcely breath. The realization
must have shown on my face and in that instant Sarah
relaxed somewhat, giving me a weak smile, and I knew
for certain. Though Sarah was 25 years my junior, I had
always teased her about being a day older than I was.
Tomorrow was my birthday, meaning today was hers. She
was 15 years old.
Some say that in certain circumstances time can
literally stand still. Standing on the porch, looking
into Sarah's frightened eyes, my arms extended, two and
a half years of memories flashed through my mind in a
blur. Two and one half years of regretting, and
nurturing, one of the most incredible memories of my
life. My mind flashed back as if it was yesterday.
It was fall, and twelve year old Sarah was starting her
second year on the soccer team I coached. I loved the
game and got involved coaching at the local
association, even though I had no kids of my own. The
team had shaped up the previous year into a pretty good
side and was very successful, and Sarah was well-
established as a star striker. This was a particularly
significant accomplishment given that she was the only
girl on an all-boys team, playing in a boy's league.
I broke the rules of convention, and of the club I
served in, when I recruited Sarah onto my boy's team,
but I did it for two reasons; she had the capability,
and she was an eleven year old child in need. Her
parents were embroiled in a particularly bitter
divorce, seemingly unaware or unconcerned about the
harm their public displays of hatred and rage were
causing their daughter.
Then her father essentially disappeared, and her mother
expressed her spite for her missing mate by becoming
the town drunk, and the town slut. By the time I took
Sarah under my wing, she was completely withdrawn. Only
God knew the emotional turmoil that must have existed
within her, for her line of defense was formed by
silence, and despite my best efforts, she would not
open up.
Soccer was her salvation, and she poured her spirit
into the game. She loved the sport, and it loved her
back, giving her the outlet she needed to survive the
turmoil that was her life. I could see the lack of
focus and commitment that marked the girl's team in her
age group simply added another frustration to Sarah's
list of many, and fought my club leadership for the
right to get her the challenge that her abilities, and
her needs, required.
Once the club relented, Sarah was always the first to
practice, and the last to leave, setting the standard
for work ethic in a group of boys that included few
slackers. Her mother could care less which team Sarah
played on as long as it didn't disrupt her own pathetic
life, and when she became unreliable as transportation,
I took the time to pick Sarah up and take her home,
quite often finding a highly intoxicated and ungrateful
mother waiting upon our return.
It was not unusual for a week to go by with hardly a
word between Sarah and I. She was content in her
silence, and I quickly learned not to press. In the
course of the first year, Sarah made it clear in her
own ways that she understood and appreciated my
efforts, and ever so slowly, she opened up. The first
tiny smiles I got from her were like gold, and I
cherished them as I worked for the next one. Then we
started to talk, or more accurately Sarah did, at times
just telling me things at the most unexpected moment,
as if the thoughts had to be released before she lost
her nerve.
Sometimes it was just a sentence or two, sometimes it
was more, and I listened patiently, letting her set her
own pace. Over time I deduced that her mother was drunk
nearly every night and entertaining many different men,
sometimes more than one visiting at a time. Her mother
apparently made no effort to hide her behavior. While I
didn't pry further, I could only imagine what Sarah and
her baby sister were exposed to in the small three room
apartment they lived in. My loathing for her mother
gradually turned to hatred, yet I could say nothing,
knowing from an early effort that she would respond by
taking Sarah away.
Unable to correct Sarah's entire world, I did the best
I could with the small part I controlled, offering her
simple friendship and the outlet of soccer. As my
reward, she started smiling again, at when she was on
the pitch. I came to love Sarah as if she was my own,
and the protective net I cast around her became a
personal obsession for me. I wanted to do everything
possible to offer her a chance at the joy life should
bring to a beautiful girl, now twelve years old.
To be totally honest, I must say that Sarah also
rewarded my efforts in another way, one that meant a
lot to me on a different level, considering the pride I
took in the team I coached. Sarah personally ripped
apart every opponent we played, as if they somehow were
the cause of all her worries. As our leading scorer,
she was formidable in front of the goal.
Our team traveled quite often, looking for the best
competition, and Sarah's mom was quick to let her go
alone, no doubt eager to have one less child to care
for over the weekend. It was never a problem to get one
of the other mothers to accept Sarah into their hotel
room, and whenever we were on the road I looked after
her as a father would. The time in question that caused
my flashback was different, however. Quite different
indeed.
It was late in the fall, with State Cup looming big in
the spring. When the season resumed after the winter
break, we were going to make a run, I could feel it. My
team had silently risen from the masses and, in my
opinion, had the potential to win it all. To be ready,
we needed to play the best competition available. So
when I heard that the current state champion, plus the
team thought to be a top contender, had both signed up
for a tournament on the far side of the state, and that
one more team was needed to make a bracket, I changed
our plans and entered.
Many of the parents howled at the sudden schedule
change since it required overnight stays on short
notice. To alleviate their concerns, I agreed to
organize a way to take most of the players without
their parents, since they had already made other
commitments. Two other parents volunteered to help, and
we split the team, each of them bunking four kids in
their room, and me taking seven. My plan was simple;
with seven players plus myself, we would rent two
adjoining rooms and literally camp out.
Sarah was one of the seven, and once we arrived the
complications this created were suddenly apparent.
Sarah had never stayed with me on a trip, and I failed
to consider that a budding young girl, even a tom-
boyish athlete like Sarah, needed some degree of space
between her and a pack of six rowdy boys.
In the end the solution was simple. The boys would use
the two beds in one room, plus the sleeping bags they
brought, and all stay together. They didn't want to be
separated anyway. This left the other room with its two
beds and bath for Sarah and me.
After a team dinner, we all retired to the boy's room
to watch a movie and relax. We had a mid-morning game
against the reigning state champion, so with the movie
over it was lights out at 10:00 and everyone was
required to go to bed. As Sarah and I made our
preparations for bed, I closed the door between the two
rooms to give Sarah as much privacy as possible,
threatening the boys that I better not hear a sound.
Even though I spent plenty of time around girls her age
on the soccer fields, I did not have a daughter and
felt awkward to be sharing a room with a young girl.
As Sarah changed in the bathroom and brushed her teeth,
I set the clock and read a book, making every effort to
become invisible and give Sarah all the space she may
need. But even with my carefully measured efforts at
nonchalance, I couldn't help but notice how cute she
looked in the running shorts and T-shirt Sarah had
chosen for sleeping. She settled in and we said our
goodnights, and then cut the lights. Only after it was
dark did I remove my shirt, since I can't stand to
sleep in one. However, I left my nylon shorts on, which
only seemed appropriate. With the boys quiet and a big
day ahead, I was quickly asleep.
I really cannot say what time of night it was when
Sarah crawled into my bed. Dead to the world, I vaguely
remember someone cuddling up to me, their back to my
front, and my arm instinctively wrapping around the
warm body only to be grabbed and held close. In
retrospect, I've rationalized that deeply asleep, I
thought it was my wife who curled up next to me. She
and I often slept as close as two spoons in a drawer,
so it wasn't unusual to feel a warm body close to my
own, and it was pure reflex that I pressed close.
Again I cannot say how much time went by, but my first
clear recollection was suddenly passing from sleep to
total alertness. Perhaps my senses had been trying to
send me signals, to pierce the sleep induced fog in my
head, for in an instant I knew that it was Sarah
pressed up hard against my body, her back against my
chest, her butt pressed hard against my crotch, our
legs intertwined. She had hold of my arm, which wrapped
around her, and held my hand firmly against her chest.
My nose was nuzzled into her hair. From slumber to
panic in mere seconds, I pulled my head back in recoil,
stunned by my involuntary but grossly inappropriate and
intimate position against Sarah. But as I pulled away,
her grip on my arm tightened, and just as quickly I
became concerned for her. Was she troubled in her
sleep? Was she having bad dreams? With my knowledge of
her personal life, I realized that she probably crawled
in my bed seeking comfort.
The entire awakening and reaction took but a few
seconds, and my breathing was hard but relieved as I
realized that despite the inappropriate nature of the
situation, I had not done anything wrong. I needed to
wake up and relax, then figure out how to correct
things. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that
surely Sarah could feel it, and the obvious first step
was to settle down. As relief spread through me, I
began to slowly unwind my legs from Sarah's.
I had no intention of depriving Sarah of the comfort
she was seeking, but I needed to do it from a more
appropriate distance. If anyone were to see us entwined
together in bed as we were, there would be no
explanation suitable, even to someone who knew how much
Sarah looked to me for help.
As I moved my legs, I tried to determine if Sarah was
awake, but concluded she was not. Our legs apart, I
slid my body back a few inches, and then tried to
retract my arm from her grip. My plan was to slip over
to my own side of the bed, and leave my hand on her
shoulder so she would know that I was there. As I tried
to extract my hand, her grip tightened and she pulled
my arm to her chest, her butt sliding right back up
against my body.
No doubt this was an involuntary reaction from a
sleeping Sarah, but the result was impossible to
ignore. Pressing my hand against her chest as she was,
I suddenly realized I could feel Sarah's tiny right
breast under my palm, through her T-shirt. The panic
returning, I knew I needed to move my hand, but the
sleeping girl was holding on tightly, as if my hand and
arm was a favored stuffed animal she slept with. At the
same time, I was acutely aware of the feel of her
breast. Small as it was, the shape and form were clear
to me, and I found myself to be horrified by the tingle
of excitement this unexpected and unplanned contact was
giving me.
To be honest, it was not the first time for me to
notice Sarah's budding breasts. During the previous
spring, I had my first glimpse of them, quite by
accident. We were playing small-sided games, and Sarah
sat next to me on the bench after I substituted her off
the field. In a style popular with girl players, Sarah
had the sleeves of her jersey tied up on her shoulders
with clips made specifically for that purpose. This
left her arms fully exposed to the sun. In this case,
with the baggy jersey, this also left a large gap under
her arm.
Hot and tired, and sitting on my left, Sarah leaned
forward to watch the game, and when she did I was
unexpectedly presented with a clear view of her tiny
right breast. At that time it was barely more than a
nipple and aureole, but her breast was clearly budding
out from her chest and I couldn't help but stare at it.
She sat in this manner for a full five minutes, then
got up to re-enter the game. Unable to look away and
excited more than I wanted to admit, it wasn't until
she arose that I felt a sudden wave of shame and guilt
for my voyeuristic opportunism.
In the second half, Sarah took a seat to my right,
again leaning forward in the same manner. My eyes moved
to the jersey opening immediately, and I was not
disappointed. There was her left breast, tiny and
beautiful. Even though I felt guilty about my actions,
I couldn't concentrate on anything else, and I couldn't
look away. As discreetly as I could, I stared at her
lovely immature breast until she moved.
For the remainder of the spring, and even this fall
season, I looked for opportunities to repeat my
voyeurism. And I found with a little effort, they did
occur. Each time I felt the guilt, and I chastised
myself afterwards, but I couldn't seem to stop myself.
I even found that during stretching exercises, if I was
in the correct position I was afforded a good look up
Sarah's shorts. On many occasions, I got a good look at
her panty covered pussy, and even learned that she
favored a certain pair of silky aqua colored underwear.
Though Sarah never seemed to notice me looking down her
shirt, a practice that ended when she began to wear a
bra to practice, she did catch me looking at her legs
and panties a few times. The first time she turned her
body so I lost my view, but after that she merely
looked away as if she didn't notice, maintaining her
position. Even though I noticed this, I assumed she
just didn't realize what I was looking at, and each
time I moved eventually away embarrassed and trying not
to let it show.
Knowing Sarah's history, I was merciless in chastising
myself for exploiting her innocence in my mind. After
practice it was pure denial for me, but each session I
would again find myself looking for opportunities. Even
though the guilt was overwhelming, I couldn't seem to
stop. So it was easy to understand my panicked reaction
at first finding Sarah snuggled intimately against my
body, and now finding my hand accidentally on her
breast. To feel even a hint of pleasure in this
circumstance was wrong, and I knew it.
Nevertheless, as I tried once again to pull my hand
back, I knew I would remember the feel of Sarah's
breast forever. Still quite small, she had grown enough
that she was developing the full shape of a womanly
breast, if not the magnitude. The nipple area was
raised and pointed, and the flesh around the nipple was
swollen and beginning to take shape. My mind was in
turmoil, a mixture of horror and fascination, as I
slowly slid my hand away.
Sliding my body away from Sarah once again as my hand
was coming free I felt a sense of relief that I was
doing the proper thing. But just as my fingers slipped
past her tender breast, she reaffirmed her grip on my
arm, pulling my hand once again firmly over her little
bud, her butt once again wriggling up against my
crotch, her back once again firm against my chest.
I didn't know what to do. Looking past Sarah's
shoulders, I could see it was nearly 1:00 AM. I
calculated a maximum of five minutes had passed since I
awoke with a start, but it seemed like an eternity. I
had to make a decision. Do I continue to try and
casually remove myself from Sarah, while still offering
some degree of comfort which she so obviously needed,
or do I simply get up and move to the other bed? It was
clear I needed to end this now. I was at the edge of
the bed and could not move further to put distance
between us.
Even as I made up my mind to move to the unoccupied
bed, a remarkable thing happened. Sarah suddenly
shifted, grinding her ass hard against my crotch and
rubbing my hand tightly against her breast, then
shifting it downward so I now touched her left breast.
It was if she was stretching in her sleep, but the
effect on me was instantaneous and devastating; in
renewed horror I felt stiffening in my groin.
With my hand pressed firmly into Sarah's young breast,
and her tiny ass driven tightly against my groin, my
cock simply began to stir of its own accord. Willing it
to stop, my breathing came to a halt, all my powers of
concentration focused on my cock. But it was if I was a
teen-ager again, trying not to get an erection at an
inappropriate time, and finding that my awareness of
the problem only made it worse.
My cock continued to swell. Had Sarah been awake, there
was no doubt she would be able to feel the change, and
I said a silent prayer of thanks for small favors. I
now knew it was time to get up, but I had lost my
resolve. Something deep inside of me enjoyed this
situation, and I found my mind in a war, one side of my
brain issuing warnings while the other side retaliated
with rationalizations. She was, after all, asleep and
unawares, right?
Sarah was pure athlete, her body lean and muscular.
Quite often I had admired her, not in a sexual way,
just simple admiration of her fitness, strength and
endurance. She could hold her own with any of the boys
she encountered on the field, yet that ability was
encased in a much lovelier, graceful package.
In particular her firm brown legs set her apart from
the boys on the field, and I knew from helping her with
wraps, or from helping her work out cramps, that they
were pure muscle over bone. To now feel my swelling
cock pressed against her firm ass and thighs was
intensely exciting, and I found my willingness to take
advantage of her sleepy state growing much quicker than
my commitment to act appropriately.
Yet once again I realized enough was enough, and I
shifted my position, a prelude to getting up and
changing beds. As soon as I moved, Sarah wiggled her
ass back against my swelling cock, and she rubbed my
hand back and forth across her breath. Now I lifted up
so I could see her face, certain she must be awake, but
Sarah's eyes were closed, her breathing subdued, and
she looked contentedly asleep.
My heart was pounding again, but this time for a
different reason. Her small breast suddenly felt
incredible under my hand, as I strained my senses to
memorize every feature. My cock, now all but totally
hard, had worked itself into the crack of her ass, and
even if she wasn't aware of it, I certainly was.
Rational thought was a thing of the past. My body, and
now my mind, had responded to the occasion. Was it
possible Sarah was having a sexual dream? Did twelve
year old girls think this way?
As if to answer my question, Sarah once again pressed
her ass hard against my cock, the thin nylon of my
shorts doing little to contain my excitement. Her hands
slid my own palm off her left breast and back to the
right. This time as my hand passed over her breast, I
cupped it slightly, then released it quickly for fear
she would notice. But her only reaction was to hold my
hand more firmly against her.
Unsure of the meaning, I once again leaned over her,
looking for signs of awakening. But in the faint light
of the room, it seemed she was still asleep. On reflex,
and without thinking of what I was doing, I lightly
kissed the side of her head, only realizing what I had
done when the clean smell of her hair filled my
nostrils. Sarah let out a faint sigh.
Now I was really confused. Was she awake, or was she
having a very good dream? I'm not so sure it mattered,
my hard cock against her body and my hand on her breast
was all my mind could focus on. I realized I was loving
this.
I kissed the side and back of her head a few times;
light, gentle kisses. Almost without thought, my hand
started to move slightly against Sarah's small breast,
now feeling her by my own actions, not hers. It was
subtle, but obvious to me what I was doing, and
probably to her if she was alert at all. I had a fear
that if she was dreaming, than if she suddenly awakened
there would be no explaining my actions. When another
small sigh passed from her lips, however, all caution
was cast aside.
Again I cupped her small breast, gently kneading her
flesh and reveling in the small, firm hint of future
womanhood. Her grip on my wrist lessened, and either
consciously, or in her sleep, Sarah was allowing me do
what I was doing. Growing bolder, I dropped my hand
downward, covering Sarah's left breast again, and Sarah
shifted slightly so I had more room, and her grip
lessened even more. That was it; I was now officially
over the edge.
In a bold act that I still cannot rationalize even
today, I moved decisively past the point of no return.
Thinking that I could conceal myself in the darkness if
she should awaken and be alarmed by what I was doing, I
pulled my hand from her breast, this time with no
resistance, and started to work my shorts and underwear
down.
Laying on my side, with my left arm tucked under my
pillow and head, it wasn't easy, yet slowly and
carefully I eased my shorts down across my thighs, my
calves, then off my feet. Drawing the clothing from
under the covers, I dropped them to the floor beside
the bed. Having been horrified by the situation I was
in just a short time ago, I was now, by my own intent,
totally naked, and sporting a raging hard-on, as I lay
in a hotel room bed snuggled up with a beautiful twelve
year old girl.
As I pressed against Sarah once again, I wasn't
disappointed. She wormed her ass against me just like
before as she guided my hand back to her chest. Now
unconstrained, and hard as steel, my cock extended
straight out, pressing into the crack of Sarah's ass,
the head rubbing against her bare thighs. Sarah
squirmed some more, and when she settled back down the
end of my cock was trapped between her muscular thighs.
I could feel the heat of her skin against my cock, and
I could feel my heart pounding in my throat.
Certain now that she must be awake, I leaned forward
once again, but in the darkness it was impossible to
tell if she was feigning sleep or not. She gave no
indication of being awake. My nakedness against her did
not seem to trouble her, and it damn sure didn't
trouble me. I kissed her cheek, and then her ear, then
once again nuzzled into her hair as I rubbed my cock
ever so slightly in the vice formed by her legs,
stroking her right breast gently. I was very aware that
what I was doing was wrong. I was very aware that what
I was doing was illegal. And I was very aware that I
did not intend to stop.
Having come this far, however, I was content to lay
naked against Sarah and hold her breast until she
awakened, or decided to move. To be honest, although I
had noticed Sarah's youthful body, and had enjoyed,
albeit amidst my denial, the voyeuristic opportunities
I had around her, I really didn't know what to do. I
had never considered having sex with someone a third my
age, and I didn't know if a twelve year old girl could
experience sexual pleasure as I understood it.
Thinking back to my own youth, I must have been 13 or
14 years old when I first came to understand how much
fun sexual release could be. Confused as I was, the
thing I knew for certain was that I would like to touch
more of Sarah's body, to feel her youth and her
strength, and to reach my hand into places I had
scarcely the courage to consider. But I was afraid that
she would come fully awake and be terrified by my
behavior. So I settled in against her hard body, wedged
my cock slowly back and forth between her thighs, and
tried to understand every feature of her tender breasts
under her shirt.
That's when Sarah escalated things. Her head tilted
towards me slightly, and in the dim light filtering
through the heavy curtains, I could see her eyes were
now open, and I could swear a faint smile touched her
lips. Her head settled back to the pillow with a sigh,
and then her right hand released my wrist. I held my
breath as she reached down, thinking for a second it
was a reflex action and scared what might happen next.
Then her hand settled on my hip, her fingers spreading
across my bare skin.
She should have contacted my clothing, but instead she
was touching me, and in a place where no twelve year
old girl should touch a grown man, clothed or
otherwise. I was almost certain it was deliberate, and
was trying hard to decide, when she confirmed it. With
the slightest amount of pressure, she encouraged
movement in my hips, and I quickly realized she wanted
me to resume the slight movement of my cock between her
thighs.
To say I was incredulous would be a gross
understatement. Not only was this young girl aware of
my deviant behavior, she was actively encouraging it.
It would only be upon reflection much later that I
would realize she knew what she was doing from the very
beginning. I'm not trying to say that Sarah seduced me,
that it was all her idea and not my fault.
That would be unfair. She probably didn't exactly know
where things would lead, but when I looked back I knew
she had rubbed against me, and pulled my hand against
her breast, on purpose. That I acted on it was my
fault, and my fault alone, and all my weeks and months
of recriminations that followed were well earned by my
actions and lack of good moral judgment.
But as I say, all of this would occur to me much later.
In the present, I could only think of one thing; this
beautiful twelve year old girl did not mind my hand on
her breast and my hard, naked cock between her legs.
My hip movements became more pronounced, and the feel
of my cock slipping between Sarah's silky smooth and
firm thighs was simply intoxicating. My hand on her
breast became bolder as I no longer tried to conceal my
behavior, and I moved from breast to breast with total
abandon. They were so small, but so delightful.
Pressing my face into her hair, I began to nibble at
the edge of her ear, earning a small sigh for my
trouble.
Through it all, Sarah said not a word. However, as she
guided my hip with her hand, pressed her ass against
me, clamped down with her thighs, and arched her
breasts forward to meet my touch, the communication was
clear. We were both enjoying what was happening.
I knew what I wanted to do next, and it only took me a
moment to make up my mind. Yet still I hesitated, until
I forced myself to act lest I chicken out. Reluctantly
leaving Sarah's breasts, I slid my hand down in search
of the hem of her T-shirt. When my hand slipped under
and touched Sarah's belly, we both froze. For me, it
was a watershed event, a contact with Sarah I could
scarcely imagine.
I had touched Sarah's stomach before, either wrestling
around, or perhaps helping her work through a drill on
the field, but this was sexual contact. I froze to
savor the moment, and to gather my courage. When Sarah
stiffened against me, I had no way of knowing what she
was thinking. So I held my position and waited for her
reaction, aware that if she stopped me here, it would
be wise and unsurprising. However, she made no move
stop me, and in the stillness I could hear her
breathing, and it had an excited edge to it. Knowing
that I had to press on before I lost my nerve, I
started to slide my hand upward ever so slowly.
Sarah was as physically fit as any person I knew, and
as my hand encountered slight ripples in her hard
stomach I knew it was the outline of muscles that I
could only envy. My movements were slow, partly to
savor the experience, and partly to give Sarah a chance
to stop me. I was powerless to stop myself, and a part
of me hoped that Sarah, the child, would make a mature
and wise decision that this had gone far enough.
It was the only hope I had, the only possibility to
keep me from doing something so wrong, so against my
belief system. I needed Sarah to save me, and I must
confess that I was very aware of this as I reached for
her youthful breast. Stoked by desire, yet disturbed by
an undercurrent of fear, my mind was in turmoil. I
never wanted something so badly, and at the same time I
never wanted to be denied so badly.
In the end Sarah did not stop me, and I did not stop
myself. My hand encountered Sarah's rib cage, and I
pressed on more urgently. It was a race now to touch
Sarah intimately, my mature hand against her immature
breast, before the guilt and shame I was feeling could
take root and bring me to my senses. Sarah rolled
slightly, invitingly, towards me, offering me access
and making it plainly known she wanted it to happen as
well. And I did not disappoint her.
With greed and determination, in defiance of the
rational part of my brain, I covered Sarah's right
breast with my hand. It was so tiny under my large
hand, hardly more than a swelling in her skin topped by
a small nipple, but it was heavenly. I cupped her
gently, my fingers mere collateral as my palm totally
covered her, and in that instant I was born again. The
guilt and the shame, having suffered an embarrassing
and total defeat, retreated quickly, and like a spoiled
child that always gets what he wants, I relished the
immoral victory.
Sarah simply sighed in contentment. Not the least bit
troubled by my actions, her hand once again compelled
my hip to move as I caressed her budding breast. It was
a fabulous feeling, touching her in this way, and even
though it was an inappropriate touch between a grown
man and a pre-teen girl, I unconsciously did all I
could to express the tenderness and love I felt for her
through my hand. This was not the groping, threatening
sex between a child molester and his victim. It was
true fascination and adoration, and I could barely
breathe.
When I eased my hand over to her left breast, Sarah
once again shifted to give me better access. It was a
subtle move, but it was reassuring, letting me know she
did not mind. That I, the adult and chaperone, was
requiring reassurance from one of my primary charges,
was totally lost on me at the moment. Her tiny left
breast was my total focus, every bit as divine as the
right, and I carefully studied every square millimeter
with my fingers.
Small as it was, I could still detect the outline of a
budding breast, the soft flesh in distinct contrast to
Sarah's otherwise rock-hard body. Using my fingertips
to tease her young nipple, it did not respond and
stiffen as I was accustomed, and I assumed this was due
to her age and immaturity. But there was no doubt that
area around her nipple puffed up in response to my
stimulation, and this turned me on.
The immoral beast in me, whose existence I did not even
appreciate until this night, had taken over completely.
I was naked and aroused, my cock as hard as it had ever
been, and I was in bed with a beautiful and willing
girl. That she was significantly underage and totally
inexperienced was no longer a concern, it was a source
of excitement. Leaning in I kissed Sarah's cheek as I
fondled her budding breasts, then I nibbled and licked
at her ear, causing her to giggle. Then I simply did
what had to be done.
Moving my hand from her breasts, I took hold of the
bottom of Sarah's shirt and lifted it up her body. My
left arm was still trapped under me, so it was once
again awkward, but Sarah merely lifted up and helped me
out. Her T-shirt fluttered to the floor as she settled
back against me, the warmth of her naked back feeling
heavenly against my chest. She was now topless, and my
hands moved freely from breast to breast. However, I
had not yet achieved my objective.
Disengaging my cock from Sarah's thighs, a place it
surely did not wish to leave, I rolled her flat on her
back, lying alongside my body. We were now eye to eye,
and with my eyes well adjusted to the darkness, I could
easily see the expectation on her face. I looked deep
into her eyes, trying to express the love and caring I
felt for her, trying to let her know that this was as
much an earth-shattering event for me as it was for
her, and she did not look away. When I leaned in to
kiss her lips, she turned her head slightly to meet me.
Over the years I had shared hugs with Sarah, and had
kissed her on the cheek on several occasions, when it
was appropriate. She had even once kissed me on the
cheek when she was leaving a school function, a rare
sign of affection that a very withdrawn Sarah showed
few people, and it had imprinted my heart like few
individual acts had ever done. But this was different.
Our lips met gently, but with a passion that I could
easily sense, and was certain she could as well. It was
a sweet kiss, so tender, and we repeated it over and
over.
Perhaps Sarah had kissed a boy before now, but I
seriously doubted it, and I was fully aware that this
may be the first romantic kiss of her life. I could say
I put so much effort into making it memorable because I
wanted her first kiss to be special, but in reality it
was the most romantic kiss of my life. The moment our
lips first touched, it was electric for me, and the
subsequent kisses were instinctive, reflexive, and
quite honestly out of my control. I couldn't help
myself, I wanted as much of this as I could get.
When I finally held a kiss, then parted my lips and
touched hers with my tongue, Sarah wasn't totally
surprised. She parted her lips and let me in,
unintentionally mocking my efforts to indoctrinate her
to passionate kissing gently. As my tongue sought out
hers, I remembered the stories she once shared of her
drunken mother bringing guys home and not caring what
Sarah and her sister saw. So perhaps she knew what to
expect, but I was certain that this was more loving
than anything she had witnessed. Or at least I tried to
make it so.
At first, kissing Sarah with my tongue was sloppy.
Ever the smart girl, Sarah made no effort to act as if
she knew what to do. Instead, she followed my actions,
and before long we were kissing deeply and
passionately. It wasn't perfect, but it was incredible.
My right hand played at her breasts, and my throbbing
cock lay across her thighs, my hot skin touching hers,
and I felt I could kiss her forever. But my cock ached
for attention, and I had other plans, so I broke away,
tracing a line of kisses under Sarah's chin and around
her neck.
Trying hard to see my targets in the dark, I lifted up
to shift my body down the bed. As I did, Sarah's hand,
which had been lying across her stomach, reached out
and came into contact with my cock for the first time.
Over my life, my cock had been touched many times, by
different women, under many different circumstances,
but never could I remember a touch that struck me to my
core like Sarah's did.
I froze as her inexperienced hand fumbled at my member,
wanting to shout with joy when her young fingers
wrapped around me. But as it was, I was committed to
the move I was making, and now knowing that Sarah was
willing to touch me sexually, I had the confidence of
knowing her hand would be back. Pulling away from her
hand as I slipped down, she let out a small groan of
disappointment, but I suspected that in a matter of
moments her regrets would be forgotten.
Barely able to breathe, barely able to think straight,
I resumed my kisses at Sarah's neck, then traced a line
across her breast bone. She sensed right away what I
was up to, and I felt her body stiffen, not in fear I
now knew, but in anticipation. Teasing her as I rubbed
my aching cock against her legs, I kissed all around
her breasts, drawing near, but each time turning away.
Her chest began to rise in anticipation, then collapse
with a sigh each time I changed direction.
She was imploring me to consummate the act with her
body, and I loved the power I felt at arousing a young
girl, this young girl, in this way. My right hand
traced lines along Sarah's stomach as I teased, dipping
down often to follow the elastic at the top of her
shorts. Finally sensing she was ready to pop, and
unable to resist any longer, my mouth smothered her
right breast.
It was intensely erotic, suckling this tender, immature
breast. As my mouth recorded the distinct differences
between Sarah's small breast and my wife's large, full
one, I realized for the first time that I was cheating
on my wife. But I didn't care, and in fact I marveled
at the thought that after tasting this exotic fruit, I
may never be satisfied with my wife's breasts again.
This was a wild thought since my wife's well formed
breasts were objects of desire to many of our male
friends, but sucking Sarah's little breast was that
erotic. The moment my mouth touched her, I was hooked.
My lips traced the swollen flesh that would one day be
a full, womanly breast, and my tongue teased a nipple
that would one day stand up rigid and proud. And Sarah
sighed blissfully, the most contented and happy sound I
had heard from her lips in years.
Moving from left to right, I devoured her breasts with
complete abandon as I ground my cock into her legs and
rubbed my hand across her stomach. Sarah lay passively,
and I could sense her hands felt awkward to her, that
she didn't know what she should do with them. I wanted
to will her to use them to guide my head, to show me
what she liked, but my telepathy failed, and I knew
such experience would come for her at a later age.
Anyway, I had another objective that needed my
attention.
Focusing now on Sarah's right breast, I dipped my hand
down, allowing my fingertips to trail down under the
elastic band on Sarah's shorts, testing the waters. She
stiffened, but again I knew it wasn't a bad thing. Not
a word had passed between us, but we were communicating
well, and with absolute confidence that Sarah was
willing, I slid my hand down into her shorts.
My urgency was greater now, but it was still an easy
matter to make myself move slowly. The love I felt for
Sarah, the awe I felt at touching her beautiful young
body, was real and easily expressed. My hand slipped
into her shorts, and my fingers then slipped beneath
the elastic of her panties. In the darkness, I wondered
if they were aqua, then I wondered if I would ever
know. It didn't matter; the sense of touch was all I
needed.
As soon as my fingers felt the rise of Sarah's mons
veneris, I paused my explorations and merely savored.
My hand was inside Sarah's shorts, inside Sarah's
panties, and mere inches from her young pussy. It was
intense, the mere mental imagery of what I was doing
enough to push me over the edge. If I stopped here, I
knew I would happily jerk off for weeks just thinking
of what would have happened next. However, I knew I
wouldn't stop, and I knew Sarah wouldn't stop me.
My mouth was still on Sarah's breast, but my sucking
had stopped, my concentration lost. Sarah seemed to
have stopped breathing. The Earth may well have quit
spinning. My fingers had not encountered pubic hair,
and not sure at what age a young girl developed hair on
her pussy, I was tempted to rush my movements to learn
if she was still totally bald.
I would have to lie to say that the prospect of
touching a beautiful and eager girl who was still too
young to have developed pubic hair wasn't the most
exciting sexual experience of my life. How easily I had
become a pedophile was lost on me, and what impact it
would have on my later life, or Sarah's, wasn't a
consideration. This was intensely arousing, and I was
hopelessly lost.
Resisting the urge to find out if her pussy was totally
bare, I instead moved sideways, tracing my fingers off
Sarah's mons into the valley created by the rise of hip
bone. I ran my fingers from hip bone to hip bone,
relishing the warmth of her skin and the silky feel of
her panties sliding across the top of my hand.
Finally, I could wait no longer, and when I shifted my
movement downward, the exhale of breathe from Sarah
suggested she felt the same way. My fingertips found
the top of her slit, and then followed it downward
until I cupped her tiny pussy. Sarah, in an instinctive
act of submission eventually learned at some age by
girls the world over, parted her legs to make space,
giving herself over to me.
Though I was incredibly aroused, and not particularly
rational, I can honestly say I paused yet again to
consider the moment. I was no longer troubled by the
shame and the guilt, and too impassioned to realize
that those feeling would return later in earnest. No,
instead I was in complete and utter amazement.
I was naked in bed with this pretty twelve year old
girl, who I loved and protected as my own, and admired
in ways she would never know, my mouth on her bare
breast, my hand down her pants covering her hairless
pussy. There was nothing wrong about this moment. There
was no consideration that I was a grown man and she was
a pre-teen girl.
This was pure love and adoration, from which is born
the greatest passion, and pure passion is what I felt.
I wanted this tender young girl, and I needed her. I
felt more love and more devotion in my heart than I had
ever known, and it only served to make my cock throb
incessantly, my lips to suckle more urgently, and my
fingers to explore sweet, untouched flesh more
tenderly. Heaven could take me now, my life was
complete.
Nothing to this point in my experience compared to what
I felt. As Sarah squirmed under my touch, sighs of
pleasure now escaping her lips, I realized that this
pretty young girl, who sadness had enveloped for so
long, was in truth a sensual being, and was offering
herself to me as her first. And I knew what I had to do
next.
Pulling my hand from her pants, I hooked my thumb into
the elastic of her shorts and pushed down. She lifted
up without hesitation, and one-handed once again I
removed her shorts and panties. Tossing them on the
floor with her shirt, I was fully aware that we were
now both completely naked, in bed together, and for the
first time I longed for a light so I could see her.
Instead of returning to her breasts, I sought out
Sarah's lips and we kissed deeply as my hand went
straight to her pussy. Marveling at the smoothness of a
pussy that had not yet grown hair, I left Sarah's lips
and began kissing down her neck once again, my next
goal firmly fixed in my mind. Sarah cooed softly as I
lightly brushed her breasts, then she stiffened yet
again when I passed them up and kissed down across her
abdomen.
She now knew what was coming. My tongue delved into her
belly button, causing her to squirm in ticklish
response, then continued south. When I reached her
hips, I paused. Pushing Sarah's thighs apart, I moved
between her legs, kneeling. In the faint light I looked
up her body, but all I could see was outline, the
detail obscured. Her legs were spread wide to make room
for me, but her hips were girlishly narrow. She had
wide shoulders, and I could see that her head was
lifted as she also tried to look back at me.
Try as I might, I could not see her breasts clearly,
yet it was a deliciously enticing image, and I soaked
it in. But my patience was slipping. Easing my hands
under Sarah's thighs, I reached around and took a
slender hip in either hand. This caused her knees to
bend, and with her legs spread she was open and
inviting. When I leaned forward she tensed, but I
bypassed her pussy and kissed her lower belly once
again, more to prolong the moment for myself than to
tease Sarah.
As I licked a trail downward, I marveled at the steep
rise from Sarah's stomach to her elevated mons. There
was no fat on her body to smooth out the contours, and
I carefully kissed around her pussy, exploring and
memorizing lest I never travel here again. Sarah
squirmed beneath me, clearly trying to move her pussy
under my mouth, and I was delighted by her urgency
since it matched my own.
I didn't want to hurry, but I was tired of waiting, and
with one swift move I gave her what we both wanted. My
mouth covered her small pussy and I literally swallowed
her whole. I just opened my mouth wide and covered from
the top of her slit to as far back as I could reach.
Sarah moaned loudly and lifted her hips, pushing
herself into my mouth. God, it was beautiful.
I merely held my mouth on her and let her grind against
me, incredulous of the desire coming from this pretty
young girl. The first time she paused to catch her
breath, I upped the ante. Extending my tongue, I traced
the tip as deep into her pussy as I could, starting at
my lower lip and working upward. At first she recoiled
back, as if in shock at the contact, but immediately
she pushed back against my face once again.
It occurred to me that in my life I had never performed
oral sex on a virgin. I love to go down on my wife,
running my tongue deep into the folds of her pussy. But
with Sarah, that wasn't possible. I could trace my
tongue into the spaces between her pussy lips,
exploring every nook and cranny, but I couldn't
penetrate deeply, and I found this strangely exciting.
I could find the bump that would mature into her
clitoris, but I couldn't excite it the same way as I
could with my wife. Nevertheless, Sarah was clearly
sensitive in this area, and she responded vigorously
every time my tongue rubbed her little nub.
Time could have been moving slowly, or it could have
been quick, I had no idea. My head was buried between
Sarah's firm young thighs, my mouth pressed firmly into
her hairless pussy, and I was in bliss. I thought of
her stretching on the playing field, myself maneuvering
so I could see up her shorts to her panty covered
pussy, and then later denying to myself that I had done
so. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined my
head between those athletic legs. In my wildest dreams,
I could never fathom that sex with Sarah was even a
remote possibility.
Any doubts I may have harbored about Sarah's
willingness were gone. She ground her hips up into my
face with abandon, her tight ass hardly touching the
mattress any longer. She was just as charged up as I
was, and I released her hips and reached up and took
one of her hands into each of mine. With my arms under
her parted legs, I was able to use my strength to pull
her down into my mouth, increasing the pressure even
more.
With my wife, there was never any doubt when she had an
orgasm. She literally lost control for a few moments
and it was beautiful thing to experience. The best
orgasms I gave her were administered orally, a fact I
took great pride in. With Sarah, it was quite
different. To begin with, I wasn't even certain that a
twelve year old girl was mature enough to reach orgasm.
What I can tell you though is that a distinct change
took place.
One moment Sarah was moaning rhythmically, her fingers
entwined with mine, her hips fully off the bed as she
ground herself into my mouth. The next moment she
collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her legs
casually spread wide, looking for all the world as if
she were totally spent. There were none of the cries
and groans, the ragged breathing, that I was used to,
but I could sense deep satisfaction. Whether she had
simply exhausted herself, or whether I had actually
helped her reach her first, it was beautiful to behold.
I continued to tenderly lick between Sarah's widely
spread legs, unable to give up the treasure I had
found. I loved this girl dearly, and I was determined
to set the standard by which all boys in her future
would be judged. But my own needs were weighing heavily
upon me, and I had an idea how to deal with it.
On my hands and knees, I moved up Sarah's body until I
was looking straight down into her angelic face. Her
eyes were closed, and in the darkness I thought I could
detect a look of happiness. I leaned forward to kiss
Sarah, and when I did my hard cock rubbed across her
belly. Her eyes popped open, and she returned my kiss
with nervous delight. After a minute, I broke off the
kiss and shifted my body back so that the head of my
cock grazed across her pussy. Taking my cock in my
hand, I rubbed it against her, feeling her tense up as
I enjoyed the magical sensation of my hard member
moving through her smooth and saliva slicked pussy.
By my own estimation, and based on the reaction of
girls I've known over the years, my cock is above
average in size, both in length and thickness. In the
darkness I could barely make out the image of it
sliding easily through the tight folds of Sarah's
pussy, but it was easy to tell that in relative terms,
I was quite large and she was quite small. But Sarah
was unconcerned. As I applied a little pressure at her
opening, Sarah tensed up even more, but never once did
she make a move to stop me. If I was inclined to fuck
this young girl, to take her virginity, I was certain
she was going to allow it.
Even though I was aroused beyond description, more so
than I could ever remember, I still held a measure of
control, and was fully aware that having already
stepped over so many lines, there were others I simply
could not cross. My moral make-up, however laughable it
may sound at this point, wouldn't allow me to accept
the gift of Sarah's virginity, nor would my love for
her permit it.
Instead, I positioned my cock along Sarah's pussy, the
head at the top of her slit, and then ever so gently I
lowered a portion of my weight on to her. I wanted to
feel what it was like, and I wanted her to know how it
felt to take the mass of a man between her legs. Using
my elbows and my knees to carry most of my weight, I
lowered my chest to feel her breasts against me, and
brought my face to within inches of Sarah's. As I
stared into her wide open eyes, I could tell that Sarah
still expected me to enter her. I couldn't say for sure
that she wanted it, only Sarah held that knowledge, but
I knew she would let it happen. It only made me love
her more.
As I covered her lips with my own, I began to slowly
rub my cock back and forth over Sarah's pussy. There
was eagerness in her kisses, and I was overjoyed when
her arms came around my neck. Although it was not
entirely comfortable trying to hold my weight off
Sarah, the sensation of laying on her, slowly going
through the motions of love-making, were overwhelming.
As I rubbed against her more vigorously, she caught on
and began to grind back, raising her hips as she had
done when I was going down on her. When her legs
wrapped around my thighs, I had to marvel at the way
she instinctively assumed the proper position for a
good, sound fucking.
Laying on a naked Sarah, her arms and legs wrapped
around me, her tiny breasts pushing into my chest, and
her narrow hips pressed into me by her strong thighs, I
knew what it felt like to be her lover, and it was
quickly pushing me to my limits. My hips were now
pumping back and forth as I ground my hard cock along
the length of Sarah's pussy. My breathing was labored
and I could no longer hold her kiss, instead my head
dropping to the pillow beside her own. I doubted that
Sarah knew what to expect, but she clearly understood
that we were building up to something. And then it
happened. I suddenly let out a low moan, and then come
erupted from my cock, splattering across both Sarah's
stomach and my own.
It was an intense orgasm, and I almost collapsed on
Sarah before I caught myself. My cock was pulsing out
come and I was certain that Sarah could feel every
spasm through her pussy. If she was surprised to feel
my hot come boiling out onto her belly, she didn't let
it show. Sarah clung to me, her arms and legs tight
around my body, which only served to intensify my
pleasure.
Finally I was done, and though I did not want to, I had
to move off Sarah so I could let my weight down on the
bed. Beside her, I was still breathing heavily as I
kissed her cheek and her ear, my hands back at her
small but erotic chest. She had the sheen of sweat
across her body, and I had to smile. Then, in an act
that seemed crude in comparison to the beautiful time
we had just shared, I reached to the floor for her T-
shirt and used it to clean up the mess I had made. Then
I snuggled in next her, holding her close in
reassurance. Not a word had passed between us, and not
a word needed to be said now.
After about ten minutes, as the guilt and shame began
to wash over me, I thought unkindly of the clich‚ that
a hard cock had no conscience. Glancing at the clock,
it was nearly 3 AM. Did I damage this child in the last
three hours? Did I ruin my own life? Sarah lay flat on
her back, her head on my left arm, and the rhythm of
her breathing told me she had drifted off to sleep.
In the darkness, I could see the outline of her slender
body, and even as I felt guilty I could not resist the
urge to lightly trace my fingers along her length. But
that was wrong, and I chastised myself. Feeling
shameful and afraid, I thought to get up and move to
the other bed, but at the same time I was concerned
that to do so would definitely hurt Sarah's feelings.
Before I could figure out the correct thing to do, I
drifted off to sleep as well.
I awoke at 6:30, the faint light of morning filtering
in through the heavy curtains. Sarah and I were totally
entwined, sleeping as lovers, and as we slept we had
pulled the covers over ourselves. Her face was serene
in the low light, and though I still could not see her
deliciously slender body, my arms were wrapped around
it. In my half-awake state, I loved the feel of her,
and it only took a few minutes until my cock began to
grow again. This jarred me awake, and the guilt and the
fear returned in earnest. Untangling myself from Sarah,
I slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes, and headed
for the bathroom.
I had the shower on for several minutes and the room
was steaming up. I was standing naked in front of the
sink, leaning on the counter, looking at my own
reflection as it disappeared in the fog, wondering what
the hell I could have been thinking, when the door
opened. Sarah stood there, clearly surprised to see me,
and I realized she assumed I was in the shower. For the
first time I saw her naked and it took my breath away.
Her small breasts were beautiful, rising up from the
flatness of her breastplate more than I expected. Her
stomach was as muscled as I well knew, and her hips
narrow and girlish. Her thighs looked very strong, as
did her claves, the muscles firm under sun darkened
skin. And her small hairless pussy rose up from her
flat abdomen invitingly. I gawked openly, not alert
enough to realize how quickly I forgot the overwhelming
shame I was feeling but a moment ago, my mind focused
instead on the way she stared back at my own nakedness.
Reading the situation, I asked, 'were you planning on
joining me?'
Sarah simply nodded, and I felt an instant stirring in
my groin. For the first time, I thought of the boys in
the other room and realized we shouldn't waste time,
even though I could have stood there and stared at her
naked beauty without tiring. It never even occurred to
me not to do it.
Stepping past Sarah, I locked the door between the
rooms. Then I took her hand and pulled the curtain
aside. At first I simply held her close, feeling her
tender body against my own as the hot water poured over
us and my cock hardened against her groin. When I
finally pushed her back to kiss her, my heart skipped a
beat as her two hands immediately slipped between us
and took hold of my member. I had noted earlier her
lack of shyness about touching me, but circumstances
were such that we never got back to it, yet I had no
regrets. Now, feeling her hands on my rock hard cock
was remarkable, and I simply stood there and let her
explore.
Sarah's inexperienced hands were clumsy but eager, and
she rubbed all round my cock and even fondled my balls,
much to my enjoyment. She figured out how to stroke me
on her own, and I had to wonder if this was
instinctive, or mimicry of something she had seen. Her
lack of technique was irrelevant, far over-powered by
the sensory overload that my mind, and its awareness of
what we were doing, provided. I was in no hurry, to say
the least, and neither was she, but I knew time was
limited.
I turned Sarah so she faced away from me and the
showerhead, and then backed her under the water to
fully wet her hair. Then with a generous portion of
shampoo, I tenderly washed Sarah's hair, allowing my
fingers to gently massage her scalp. Rinsing her clean,
I repeated the process with conditioner, as Sarah stood
passively and let me serve her.
I pushed her away slightly, then took a bar of soap and
began to build up lather between my two hands. For the
first time I was able to admire her from the back,
strong and narrow in the waist, then flaring ever so
slightly around a tiny little butt, and I drank it in.
Then I began to wash her, starting at her shoulders and
working my way down.
There could be no experience to compare with standing
naked and hard in a hot shower as I bathed a pretty
twelve year old girl. My hands traced every square inch
of Sarah's body, using the soap as an excuse. Kneeling
behind her to wash her lower legs and feet, my eyes
were fixed on her ass, and my hands quickly joined
them. Kneading her ass cheeks, my finger slipped down
her crack until I found her tiny asshole. As I rubbed
her anus, and lightly pressed inward, Sarah offered
only a sigh in response. My cock throbbed in
appreciation.
Still kneeling, I turned her around and found myself
face-to-face with her sweet little pussy. Repeating the
routine, I washed my way up her legs, but I couldn't
break my eyes away from my object of desire. Sarah's
thighs felt remarkably strong under my hands, and then
my hands were on her pussy, washing her inside and out
as my fingers explored her intimately. Finally I rose
up and worked my way to her glorious breasts. So young
and sweet, I couldn't resist the urge to tenderly kiss
each one before I smothered them in soap suds.
With great reluctance I switched places with Sarah and
rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the soap from
her body. Once again my hands covered every inch of
her, as I turned her under the spray. When I was done,
I was delighted to see her reach for the shampoo.
It was almost comical that I had to kneel, and it's
possible she got more soap in my eyes than my hair, but
I wouldn't have stopped her no matter what. Rinsed
clean I stood, and she mimicked my earlier actions,
starting at my shoulders and working her way down, only
moving much quicker. She even probed at my ass, much to
my delight. However, she had a target in mind and had
me turn. Washing my body quickly, she then focused on
my hard cock, lathering me up with obvious relish. I
watched in wonder as her small hands stroked my manhood
and fondled my balls, certain she was an angel from
heaven.
Feeling the urgency of time, I had to end it before I
was ready, stepping under the spray as Sarah rubbed the
soap from my body. When she unexpectedly knelt before
me and kissed the end of my cock, the shock I felt was
real, and it would be much later that I would figure
out she had actually seen her mother do this, and knew
from that experience that it was something a guy liked.
I was stunned to learn this, but not nearly as stunned
as when I watched her open her mouth and cover the end
of my cock. The warm wetness of her mouth was
incredible, and the moan that slipped from my lips came
from the heart.
Sarah could only take a small portion of my cock into
her youthful mouth, but she took all she could and the
gleam in her eyes as she looked up at me told me she
was as excited as I. To be frank, her technique was not
that good and I jumped several times when her teeth
scraped across my highly sensitized glans, but I
resisted the urge to guide her and let her find her own
way. And find it she did, as her hands wrapped greedily
around the base of my throbbing cock. Perhaps it was
the shear joy of having this beautiful twelve year old
girl so eagerly sucking my dick, but I forgot all
concerns for time, and my numerous charges in the
adjoining room.
In the end, it didn't really matter, for after only a
few minutes, I felt my arousal rising to a peak. My
first impulse was to fight it off, to prolong pleasure
I may never experience again, but I was rational enough
to realize I did not have such luxury, and I let nature
take its course. As my cock began to swell, Sarah
sensed the change, but I knew she had no idea what to
expect. And as badly as I may have wanted it, I knew I
couldn't come in her mouth. So at the last moment, I
pulled myself from her warm mouth and guided the tip of
my cock downward just as my knees buckled and my come
burst out.
At first Sarah tried to follow my cock with her mouth,
but when she felt my warm come hit her chest she
stopped. My own hand wrapped around hers, I held my
cock as one salvo after another covered her beautiful
tiny breasts. All I could do was watch in amazement as
Sarah stared up into my face and let me spill my come
across her body. It was over much too quickly, and I
thought I must look ridiculous to her, my knees bent,
my hand on my cock, and my mouth hanging open, but the
sensations were so intense there was nothing I could
do.
When I removed my hand, Sarah resumed stroking me, her
eyes riveted on my softening manhood. Finally the time
factor occurred to me, and I took her by the arms and
lifted her to her feet. There was no telling how long
we had been in the shower, and I needed to act, but as
I looked into Sarah's innocent eyes, then followed the
trail of my come as it ran off her small chest and down
to her pussy, I was mesmerized. When my cock began
incredibly to stir once more, I suddenly grabbed the
soap and moved Sarah into the spray of water, gently
washing her down one last time.
I dried off first, as my eyes feasted on my naked young
lover dripping as she stood in the tub, seemingly in no
hurry to get out. It occurred to me that hardly a word
had passed between us all night, and I had a thousand
questions I wanted to ask, but I could linger no
longer, no matter how inviting she looked, and wrapping
a towel around my waist I slipped out of the bathroom.
As I quickly dressed, I heard stirring next door, so I
rubbed my hair as dry as possible and slipped on a hat,
trying to hide the fact I just stepped from the shower.
A new wave of guilt washed over me as I unlocked the
door between the adjoining rooms, but it was easily
suppressed as I got busy rousing the boys and getting
them moving.
A short time later, we were in the lobby eating a
continental breakfast, the kids now in uniforms and
ready for action. Sarah looked radiant this morning,
but she kept to herself as usual, and she hardly spoke
as usual. I avoided her eyes, unable to stop the guilt
I was filling, and certain the other two parents could
look at the two of us and detect that something had
happened. It was totally irrational, but a guilty
conscience does not lead to sane thinking.
There was another factor that troubled me, that I had
selfishly hurt the entire team. We played the unbeaten,
reigning state champion first, and thanks to my lack of
self control my star player got little sleep.
As it turned out, I had no need for worry. We played
exceptionally well and after falling behind in the
first half, drew level three minutes into the second on
a hard-earned goal from Sarah's counterpart at forward.
The entire second half we attacked, and our opponent
withered under the constant barrage as their earlier
confidence and cockiness turned to looks of worry. Yet
we couldn't finish, at least until the end.
In the final minute, Sarah scored an awesome goal from
30 yards out, curling it in at the far post. But a bad
call by the referee negated the game winner, and we
ended in a draw. In the final analysis, however, the
reigning state champs knew they survived on a bad call,
and we had served notice.
Our second game against the so-called number one
contender was a cake walk, as we put them away 4-1,
with Sarah slotting in two much to their dismay.
Throughout the day, I struggled with my guilt, but as I
watched Sarah play, her game not diminished in the
least, I was pleased to observe she was handling the
situation much better than I was. And though I was
inwardly troubled, it was a joyous group of players and
parents I took to dinner that evening, and it was
impossible not to get caught up in the excitement of
the day.
We finished an early dinner and headed back to the
hotel for an early night since we had the first game on
the schedule the following day. A win in the morning,
and we would move directly to the championship, and
everyone was talking about it. As the evening wore on,
I was distracted by other thoughts. Part of me hoped
for a repeat of the previous night, and part of me
prayed it didn't happen. As we set up camp once again,
however, I harbored no particular expectations. I would
not put any pressure on Sarah.
As it turned out, it wasn't necessary. The boys were
all in bed, and I had set the alarms and turned in
myself, while Sarah was in the bathroom for her nightly
routine. I had the television on, and was studiously
ignoring her when she exited the bathroom, determined
not to show any expectation whatsoever. But as she
approached her bed, then came around the end of it, I
glanced up and saw by the light of the television that
she was stark naked. Awestruck, it was as if I had seen
her for the first time, and I stared openly at her
beautiful, lithe form. Without a word she kept walking
towards me, and I threw the covers back and welcomed
her into my bed.
Within minutes, at Sarah's urging, I was also naked
once again, and we curled up together like comfortable
lovers. This time we did talk for a few minutes, and
she shared a few things about her mom, but when it
quickly became apparent this saddened her, I silenced
her with a kiss that she eagerly returned.
When I clicked off the television, and despite my
attempts to claim otherwise, the evidence that I hoped
for a repeat occurrence became readily apparent. I had
carefully left the curtains ajar, so that the lights
from the parking lot filtered in through the sheers. It
took only a few minutes for my eyes to adjust, the
result being that tonight I could see my beautiful
treasure. We kissed and fondled each other, my cock
quite hard as I squeezed Sarah's ass and kissed trails
around her neck. She had a hand on my rigid dick, and
she began to rub me against her slit provocatively.
Then with my glans wedged between her labia, she began
to press downward, at first gently, but then quite
hard. Even though we were lying on our sides and it was
awkward, her intent was not lost on me, and though I
was tempted otherwise, I shifted position to change the
focus. Spinning around 180 degrees, I positioned myself
so I was looking directly at Sarah's pretty hairless
pussy, while at the same time presented her with my
hard member.
Neither of us wasted any time, as I extended a tongue
to her pussy and Sarah covered my cock with her sweet
mouth. It only took a few minutes before I had her left
leg over my shoulder as we lay on our side, which
exposed her entire pussy to my lips and tongue. We
stayed like this for a long time, while I alternated
between savoring the sweet silky smoothness of Sarah's
pussy, and the warm eagerness of her mouth.
I rolled over onto my back, carrying Sarah's light body
with me, so that she ended on top, and I pulled her
back so she was full on my face. Since her body was
shorter than mine, this meant she could only get my
cock head in her mouth, but I didn't care, I had a
heavenly feast before me, and Sarah's hands stayed busy
where her mouth couldn't reach.
Laying my head back, the light from the window revealed
a marvelous view of Sarah's bare bottom open and
exposed for me. I ran my hands across her ass cheeks as
I admired the smooth tightness of her pussy and her
tender pink asshole. Then I traced a tongue along
Sarah's slit all the way up. When I ran my tongue over
her anus, Sarah nearly jumped off the bed. She didn't
pull away, and she made no move to stop me, so I
repeated the process over and over.
It's impossible to explain how I felt as I traced my
tongue along the most intimate places on the beautiful
underage girl, it was so incredibly arousing, but I
knew I would never be able to look at her again without
remembering it. And I suspected Sarah was going to
remember it as well, for she had forgotten my cock,
holding it loosely in her hand as she pressed back
against my oral explorations. Her back curled up and
her head tilted back as my hands roamed across her
chest, the tension in her body clear beneath my
fingers.
As before, Sarah did not reach an obvious orgasm, and I
can't say for sure that it happened. Repeating the
process of the night before, she simply went limp as if
the wind had been removed from her sails. Maybe she ran
out of energy, or maybe she came, it didn't matter. She
was obviously quite happy as she lay atop me while I
continued to lick tenderly at her pussy. Gradually her
mouth returned to my cock, sucking my glans between her
lips, and for the longest time we simply lay there in a
lazy 69, licking and kissing each other in the most
intimate manner.
Sarah was the first to stir, and she slowly rose up,
and then extracted her pussy from my untiring mouth.
She turned, and then settled on top of me, her lips
coming to mine, her directness making me yearn for her
even more. We kissed with passion as she settled over
my cock, her hand moving between us to guide me once
again to her pussy.
I was instantly alert, but made no move to stop her as
she tried with amateurish style to mount me. She had me
lined up properly, but the combination of my size and
her inexperience made it impossible, though she was
slow to accept this. Her frantic efforts both aroused
me and tore at my heart until I did what I knew I had
to do; I stopped her.
The muted light from the window was now in Sarah's
face, and the hurt showed instantly. She wanted me to
fuck her, and I wanted so badly to do it, but I
couldn't, and now I had hurt her feelings.
'We shouldn't do that, baby.'
Sarah didn't speak and it appeared she wasn't listening
either.
'It's too early in your life for you to offer such a
gift. And I'm not the right person to be first. I love
you too much to take that from you.'
It was from the heart, but even I knew it was
inadequate. Sarah softened, but the disappointment
still showed, tearing at my heart. That's when I
changed gears and lightened the moment, uttering the
words that would prove to be so fateful.
'I'll make you a deal. When you turn 15, if you still
feel the same way about me, then come see me.'
'Promise?'
'I promise.'
This seemed to satisfy Sarah, and she eased back
slightly and lowered her pussy over my hard cock, which
was now laying flat against my belly. Privately I
congratulated myself, knowing full well that Sarah
would meet a guy in the next two and a half years and
totally forget about me. My self-congratulation was cut
short, however, as Sarah began to grind her pussy back
and forth across my cock. It was a repeat of the
previous night, except that Sarah was now on top, and I
lay back and admired her as she worked herself
fervently against me, incredulous of such raw sexual
energy from a pre-teen girl.
She placed her hands flat on my chest, close together,
so that her upper arms pressed her small breasts
together, making them appear larger than they were. Her
eyes were closed and mouth was slightly open, and as
she pushed herself almost vertical, I could look around
her arms and see her hairless pussy smothering my dick
as she slid back and forth. It was beautiful to behold.
It only to me a short while until the combination of
friction and visual stimulation pushed me over the
edge, and for the third time Sarah made me come. My
cock erupted, spraying come halfway up my body, and
Sarah sat up straight as she continued to rub against
me and watched in amazement. I lifted my hips against
her as pulse after pulse passed through my member and
my come spurted out. The groan from my lips was
involuntary, the pleasure intense. Finally I collapsed
back onto the bed, and Sarah quickly collapsed on top
of me, her lips finding mine, not caring that my come
was now rubbing between us.
I awoke some time later, Sarah still asleep on top of
me. Glancing at the clock, I figured I had been out for
about an hour, and it was now after midnight. Slowly, I
tried to move Sarah without waking her and found that
we were literally stuck together, which made me
chuckle. I managed to turn her around and lay her head
on a pillow with out causing her to fully awaken, then
toyed with the idea of moving to the other bed before I
admitted to myself I had no intention of doing so. With
a deep sigh of satisfaction I settled in next to my
little naked darling, and drifted back to sleep.
My mental clock served me well in the morning and I
woke up at five. Slipping out of bed, I considered the
possibility of a repeat in the shower before deciding
the risk was too great with the early game. Instead I
walked around to the space between the beds and looked
down on Sarah, angelic as she slept. Knowing it was
evil, but unable to resist, I slipped the covers back
so I could see her, slowly pushing them down so she was
totally uncovered.
She surprised me by rolling over onto her back, and I
thought she had awakened, but then she settled back
into a deep slumber, her body fully exposed to me. My
cock started to swell as I reached for the lamp between
the beds, marveling at the vitality this young girl
brought out in me. I felt like a teen-ager again.
Sarah was flat on her back, her head turned away from
the light. Her left arm, the one nearest me, lay limp
at her side. Her right arm was bent so that her hand
was under her cheek as if adding substance to her
pillow. Her left leg was straight out, but the right
was bent at the knee, the effect being that her pussy
was fully exposed to my gaze.
She was a thing of absolute beauty, and my cock quickly
grew to it's full-length as my hand idly stroked back
and forth. In this position, Sarah's breasts were
nearly flat except for the budding nipples, which
reached upward proudly. Her stomach was hard and flat,
her hips narrow with prominent hip bones. Her mons rose
enticingly, and her smooth, girlish pussy took my
breath away yet again. Just the thought of having
licked her pussy drove me wild, and I quickly
approached orgasm.
It happened fast, and I didn't even think about my
actions. Suddenly I was coming, and I moved forward a
half step to ensure my come landed on Sarah's breasts.
Then stroke after stroke I forced my come from my cock
as I directed it up and down Sarah's body, from her
nipples to her pussy and back. When I was done, she had
milky white pools across most of her body, but never
awoke. I was breathless. It was a nasty thing to do,
but incredibly arousing and beautiful at the same time.
As I stared at her, I knew that if I had a camera I
would use it, and I was glad one wasn't available.
When I returned from the shower, Sarah had pulled the
covers back over herself, and it was with great
reluctance that I woke her up. At first groggy, she
smiled widely as she came fully awake, slipping out of
bed to hug me with no shyness whatsoever about her
nudity, and seemingly no knowledge of the come bath
that had been wiped away by the sheets. I watched her
pad off to the bathroom, wondering if I would ever see
her naked again.
Breakfast was a repeat of the day before in that I felt
all eyes were on me, but the urgency to get the team
fed and to the fields quickly caused all other thoughts
to slip away. We won our game with ease, and then
watched the following game anxiously as it would decide
our opponent. In the end the worry was for naught as we
were declared co-champions, along with the team we tied
the previous day, after the final was washed out by a
major thunderstorm.
Once I returned home, the events of the weekend seemed
to be a dream. My wife found my distraction annoying,
but it took me over a week to shake it off. As we
returned to normal patterns, with Sarah reacting no
differently to me at practice, except perhaps to smile
more, and since no angry parents or police showed up at
my house, I began to accept what happened, and even
enjoy the memory privately. Sarah and I did not get
together again, but it was easy to see there was no way
to do so without attracting attention, which I found to
be both a relief and a frustration.
In the spring we won state, and over the summer I
helped Sarah work her way onto a premier girl's team in
a neighboring town, one where the quality of coaching
and overall exposure was sure to enhance her future
opportunities. It was a difficult decision, and I
missed her presence dearly, but never missed a game she
played in if it was possible to go. We remained good
friends, and I often got chances to see down her blouse
and up her shorts, knowing full well it was now on
purpose.
All that was more than two years ago. The loss of my
wife had effectively wiped those memories from my mind,
but now as I stood at the door, staring at a beautiful
and expectant Sarah on her fifteenth birthday, it all
came back in a rush. Every last detail was vivid once
again. I knew why she was here, and it left me
speechless.
Sarah was smiling but pensive, and my hesitation and
silent reverie served only to increase her anxiety. I
knew she was thinking she had made a huge mistake, and
was calculating the best means to extract herself from
what was quickly becoming an awkward situation. My
shock that she had remembered my promise, and was here
with an offer of unimaginable magnitude, was further
complicated by the fact that I been celibate for more
than a year. It had been a long time since I had even
considered that love was possible again, and the
emotions were nearly overwhelming, but I suddenly
realized one thing with absolute clarity. I did not
intend to let her leave.
Reaching out once again, I took Sarah's hand and turned
back towards the door to lead her inside. The relief
that washed over her was palpable, and I knew that at
least for Sarah's sake, I had made a good decision. And
probably for my own as well, though my uncertainty was
great, and my faith in my emotions was nil.
I led Sarah the few steps along the hall to my bedroom
door, and turned inside. Stopping at the foot of my
bed, I faced her and kissed her tentatively. It was a
simple peck, but the fresh scent of Sarah, and the
warmth of her lips, made my head swim. If I ever had a
chance to know love again, Sarah could make it happen,
she could help me heal. One small kiss, and I knew it.
One small kiss, and my forgotten passion for her was
back.
Recalling one of the most memorable aspects of our
previous time together, I didn't speak, and to my
pleasure neither did she. Instead, with unexpected
confidence, and without a thought for the friends who
were awaiting my arrival, I reached for the top button
on Sarah's dress as I stared into her eyes.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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