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My Young Teen Wife
by Dudester (hawkjet@hotmail.com)

***

This is a two part story. The first part of the story 
is a non sex story that tells about the bonding of men. 
The second part is about a debt forgotten, but repaid, 
with the gift of a girl. (M/f-teen, ped, wife, rom)

***

April 1999

We moved through the forest with the speed and grace of 
a predator-a predator on the chase, or being chased by 
a larger predator. Charlie and Larry were carrying 
Mike. Mike had been shot viciously in the thigh. We had 
field dressed his wound as well as we could, as well as 
anyone could, that is if you're being shot at the time, 
and trying not to be targets.

Eighteen hours earlier I had been warmly curled up in 
my bunk on the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln. Roused from my 
bunk, we were rushed into the briefing room. One of our 
planes had gone down in Bosnia. We, as the extraction 
team, were going to have a tricky rescue on this one. 
Intel had figured out that somehow Belgians had been 
updating the Serbs on the routes our flights were 
taking. The rescue chopper was going to drop us off in 
Croatia, and we had to move at high speed to get the 
plane's two man crew out.

An hour after the briefing, we were "feet dry" as we 
raced to our objective. The first half of the rescue 
had gone extraordinarily easy. It was just after we 
picked up the crew that things got hairy. A patrol had 
spotted us from a distance and had fired on us. We were 
a good distance away and making good time, only slowed 
by the pilots-who didn't work out to the extremes we 
had.

Three hours later, the noose around us began to 
constrict. The patrol had called in our position and 
suddenly the woods around us swarmed with Serbs. 
Shooting and moving, we were plowing a path to our 
objective, when it happened. A company sized group 
opened up on us. Luckily, they were shooting from a 
distance with AK-47's. From less than twenty feet, the 
AK is the best semiautomatic weapon in the world. From 
several hundred yards away, it was a piece of crap. 

We returned fire with our rifles, effectively picking 
off a bunch of those assholes, but that's when the 
suicide charges started. Pouring fire on us to pin us 
down, it allowed several to get close. I was good with 
my M-1A1 sniper rifle at picking several off. One of 
those assholes got close, and he's the one that tagged 
Mike in the leg. Moving on after defeating the company 
element, we later picked up a platoon sized group that 
now trailed us and harassed us with occasional fire. 

We were now just two ranges from the border where our 
extraction chopper was waiting. Moving down mountain, I 
saw it ahead of us and swallowed hard. It was a small 
valley, but crossing it would be hazardous. I only 
hoped that there weren't any snipers in the area, or in 
the platoon that trailed us.

Mike groaned as his legs hit several large stones in 
our path, then we were in the valley. It was a 200 yard 
dash across open ground. We must have been extremely 
lucky because they didn't start shooting until we had 
crossed the valley and were now moving up mountain. 
Some of their rounds ricocheted harmlessly off several 
trees around us, then I saw it.

It was a perfect boulder. Flat on the up mountainside, 
rounded on the downside. It would be perfect cover for 
a sniper's platform. I told the pilots and my three 
buddies to keep moving as I dashed behind the boulder 
and set up. I took my 6 magazines out and placed them 
next to each other for easy access. I took aim on the 
valley, considered the breeze and the angle, and 
waited.

Several minutes later, they moved into the open. I 
waited until the entire group was in the middle of the 
valley. I opened up on them. In twenty seconds, six of 
them went down. The rest had turned and were running 
back for cover. I began picking them off, leaving only 
three that made it back to the other side of the 
valley. It was now my turn to run. I made it up 
mountain and into the clearing where the chopper 
waited. We were airborne seconds after I was onboard.

Mike was lucky with his leg. They were able to save it, 
but his spec ops days were over. The pilots were 
grateful for their rescue and hired some high dollar 
hookers for us after we got back to the states. I 
reupped and saw action in the opening days of the 
trouble with Iraq, but I was bum rushed out after 
telling a colonel about my problems with the operation. 
I happily took on another life after that, as a 
civilian.

January 2006

The invitation came as a surprise. I blinked at 
amazement as I saw the name on the return address, Mike 
Baker, wow, suddenly the events of seven years before 
came rushing back to me. I had to sit down and ten 
minutes passed before I came out of the cloud of 
memories. 

Mike was getting married. The wedding was going to be 
in a small town in Utah. Mike enclosed a note that he 
needed to talk to me on the phone. I was actually 
nervous as I placed the call. The first minute of our 
conversation was a bit strained, but we warmed to each 
other and talked for twenty minutes. He wanted me to be 
a groomsman at his wedding. His younger brother was to 
be best man, but I was to be first groomsman. He also 
wanted me to wear my uniform at the wedding. 

I ended the call and walked over to my closet. Opening 
the closet, I went to the back wall where my old formal 
uniform hung, encased in plastic. I was actually 
embarrassed to wear it. The seven rows of ribbons were 
accompanied by other uniform adornments. I had once 
worn all my medals, but I clanked when I walked. I felt 
like some third world dictator with a uniform full of 
unnecessary hardware. 

I placed the uniform on a chair. Panama, Saudi, Bosnia, 
Afghanistan, and Iraq swam through my mind as the past 
swirled through my mind. A half hour later, I gathered 
myself and went out to dinner.

February 2006

A butterfly fluttered in my stomach as the plane 
touched down on the tarmac. My heart raced as I thought 
about seeing Mike for the first time in seven years. I 
had visited him several times when he was in the 
hospital, or physical therapy, but he was moved to his 
hometown to finish his therapy. I didn't see him again 
after that, until...

I saw him at baggage claim. He was accompanied by a 
shorter brown haired woman. He smashed my hand with his 
as we shook hands. His misty eyed fiance grabbed me in 
a bear hug and held on to me with all her might. She 
held me for several minutes and was trying to choke 
back tears. "I told her how you saved everyone in 
Bosnia," Mike explained. "Including me." 

"I was just doing my job," I replied.

"And humble too," his fiance said as she broke her 
grasp and wiped tears from her eyes. "We're going to 
have to do something special for you."

I looked at Mike with a wary look as we walked with my 
bags. "You're a hero dude, live with it," Mike said.

I was checked into a medium quality hotel. After that, 
it was dinner with Mike and Donna's family. Stories 
were told, but our combat exploits were only lightly 
touched on. All in all, it wasn't a bad evening, but 
I've never felt comfortable in the presence of people I 
don't or barely know.

The next morning, we had the rehearsal. It was there 
that I met her. She was the bride's maid that I was to 
be teamed up with. She was a vision of stunning beauty. 
Standing just a few inches less than me at only five 
foot, she had long chestnut colored hair. Her face 
looked like a doll's face with sparkling blue eyes, a 
button nose, plump red lips and a caramel complexion. 
Her petite frame, with tiny bumps under her red cotton 
shirt, showed a thirteen year old just into puberty. 
Her blue jeans, containing the rest of her, showed a 
girl with not only with a model's looks, but also a 
model's figure. I was instantly smitten.

"This is Jessica," Donna said as she introduced us. Our 
eyes flirted with each other, but I contained myself as 
we were in the company of others. The last thing I 
wanted to do was act like a pedophile in the company of 
these two families. Still, Jessica and I shared several 
looks at each other. Each time, she smiled and 
bashfully looked away.

After the rehearsal, we went out to a restaurant for 
lunch. The bride's maids were seated next to their 
mated groomsmen. Accordingly, Jessica and I were seated 
next to each other. The looks persisted, but I knew I 
had to do more than just look. What do you talk to a 
thirteen year old about? I went for the old "How's 
school?" subject. I hoped I wasn't acting too lame. She 
politely filled me in how the eighth grade was, then 
changed subjects to "Donna says you and Mike served 
together in the military." 

I vaguely told her about the three years we served 
together, leaving out any reference about the true 
nature of our unit. I noticed that our conversation was 
listened to and I didn't want the conversation to 
expand. As lunch ended, our hands accidentally brushed 
and we shared an embarrassed look. 

That night there was a low key bachelor party in the 
hotel's bar. The stories did wander into the ribald as 
Mike and I spoke of chasing tail in Tokyo, Manila, 
Rome, London, San Diego, San Francisco, and Norfolk. We 
both got a buzz with Mike more buzzed than I. I was 
wary of having a hangover at the ceremony the next 
morning. 

I woke up later than I wanted to, but I instantly drew 
the attention I didn't want as many eyes fell on me in 
my uniform as I left the hotel and was transported to 
the church. At the church, everyone was busy with their 
own formal wear and there was less attention to my 
uniform. Jessica did give me a detailed once over and 
very approving look. This time, it was my turn to blush 
and look away.

As the music started and the wedding party paraded in, 
I held hands with Jessica. Her hand felt so soft, warm, 
and delicate to me. My heart was racing as I could feel 
her energy and we shared a look halfway into the 
church. I began to wonder about the reception 
afterwards. Dancing isn't my thing, but I began to 
wonder about dancing with Jessica. I wondered how she 
would feel in my arms. I wondered if I could get away 
with dancing with a thirteen year old. During the 
ceremony, Jessica and I shared several looks. After the 
"I do's" were said and Mike and Donna left the church, 
Jessica and I walked the aisle hand in hand.

After that, it was off to the reception hall. Mike and 
Donna had the first dance, then it was announced that 
the groomsmen had to dance with the bride's maids. 
Jessica and I danced that dance, and many more, as 
afternoon gave way to evening. We danced slow, and 
fast, and had a large time. Mike and Donna seemed to be 
encouraging Jessica and I to dance together, although 
we needed little encouragement. The highlight of the 
reception came when Mike went up on stage to make a few 
remarks. 

He thanked his parents, Donna's parents, Donna, several 
people I didn't know, then he thanked me, telling the 
story of the rescue in Bosnia. He completed his speech 
by calling me up on stage to sing with the band, 
telling how I had been a Cheap Trick fan and how I 
could sing their songs. The band then played three 
Cheap Trick songs and I found myself singing the songs, 
much to the enjoyment of everyone in the hall. Donna 
and Jessica even led a screaming girl accompaniment to 
"I Want You To Want Me." Royally embarrassed, I found 
comfort in the arms of Jessica, who made me instantly 
feel better.

As the evening grew late, I needed some air. I asked 
Jessica to take a walk with me. She instantly accepted. 
The reception hall was surrounded by some lovely woods 
and fronted a lake. The night air was brisk, but I was 
warmed by the dancing I had done, and the presence of 
Jessica. We talked a little about my work in the city, 
so far from Utah. We stopped and I looked at Jessica. 
Her eyes, normally sparkly, were even more magical in 
the moonlight. I told her how beautiful she was. I 
thanked her for the day and told her how wonderful she 
had made the day for me. Swallowing hard, I asked if I 
could kiss her. "Yes" she eagerly agreed.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I tasted the 
lip gloss on her lips, smelled her sweet breath, and 
caressed her back as I felt her petite hands on the 
back of my neck as I had the most romantic moment since 
high school. I broke the kiss and ran my hands down her 
arms to her hands as I gazed in her eyes. I felt a 
stirring in my loins and fought off the notion of 
asking her to spend the night with me. 

"I should take you back," I told her, "I should be 
calling it a night and going. Thank you again for the 
most wonderful day and night of my life." 

"Why are you going so soon? The party is still going 
on?" she asked.

I steeled myself for the answer. "I want to spend more 
time with you," I told her, "but I can't. I'm an adult, 
and I could get in so much trouble. I shouldn't even be 
alone with you in the woods. Let's go back."

"What if I told you that it's ok to spend the night?" 
she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to spend the night with my friend Laura, 
you know, the Bride's maid behind me. Earlier, she told 
me she would cover for me if I wanted to spend the 
night with you."

"We could get in so much trouble. I could go to prison. 
As much as I want to, I don't want to go to prison."

"It will be all right, I promise," she said as she 
squeezed my hands.

We gazed into each other's eyes, and I knew I shouldn't 
trust a girl, a minor, temptation, but there was 
something about her.

Fifteen minutes later, we were in my hotel room. She 
sat on the edge of the bed, and I paced the room for a 
minute before I sat next to her. I again looked into 
her blue eyes. "You're so beautiful" I said before we 
shared a long and satisfying kiss. One kiss led to 
others and we caressed each other as she ran her hands 
over my chest and shoulders and I felt her back, arms 
and sides. Finally, she unbuttoned my jacket and slid 
it off of me as she wrapped her arms around me and held 
me close.

"Wait," she suddenly said as she broke a kiss and 
stood, "this dress and shoes are uncomfortable." She 
walked over to the closet and slid off her blue dress 
and shoes. Now wearing only bra and panties, she walked 
back and resumed her position next to me. My heart was 
racing. Her bra was so small. There is nothing that 
excites me more than seeing a thirteen year old girl in 
a tiny bra. I imagine the treasure underneath and think 
it greater than any gold. It's more soft and wonderful 
than anything in the world. We shared another kiss.

"I'm nervous," I said.

"I am too, trust me."

We continued to kiss. She reached around her back with 
one hand and undid the clasp of her bra. We broke the 
kiss and she showed me a pair of golf ball sized 
breasts topped with puffy beige nipples. I touched her 
left breast and leaned in to kiss the other. As I ran 
my tongue around her nipple, She grasped my head, 
holding it to her chest as she breathed deeply. 

I placed a hand between her legs and slid it into her 
panties. She spread her legs, giving me more access, as 
I found her slit. I ran my finger along her moistening 
slit. She moaned and whispered "Ohhhhh." I began 
working my finger back and forth. She was rocking her 
hips. Suddenly she pushed me away. 

"Get undressed," she ordered as she slid backwards 
taking off her panties.

Her eyes followed me as I took off my clothes. Her eyes 
especially followed as I slid my shorts off and she 
looked at my dick. I lay next to her and we resumed 
kissing as I placed my hand again between her legs. She 
spread her legs wide. She was sopping wet. I ran my 
finger along her slit, then I found her opening. It 
took a little doing to work my finger just inside her. 
Her hips bucked once. Her tight little pussy grasped my 
finger, holding it tightly. Slowly, taking my time, I 
worked my entire finger in. 

I took my time before sliding my finger back and forth. 
She was panting now. I moved my head between her legs 
and began to lick her young pussy. My finger hadn't 
encountered her hymen. I briefly wondered why it wasn't 
there, then began licking her pussy lips. 

She gasped and starting breathing heavily. I was 
licking her clit. She began pushing her hips against my 
mouth. She was moaning, then there was a couple of 
shrieks before she pushed my head away and played with 
her clit as her body spasmed in an orgasm. 

I moved in and positioned myself at the entrance to her 
pussy. I pushed a little and the head of my dick 
entered her. She gasped again. I gave her a moment to 
get used to the size of my dick. I'm only average 
sized, but she was young and probably not used to this.

Like my finger, it took some time before I was able to 
get all the way in. I began with long slow strokes as I 
kissed her, nibbled on her neck and played with her 
nipples. She was working toward a second orgasm and I 
paused as she shuddered beneath me. 

I slowly resumed my fucking, but she was warmed up now. 
I started using quicker strokes. She was moaning and 
panting. I felt my loins stiffen, then I shot my load 
in her. She had a look of surprise as she felt my dick 
jerk in her and felt my warm liquid enter her.

I stayed in her and we shared a long kiss before I 
began pumping again. My arms were growing tired and I 
rolled her over on top. She began pumping my dick as 
she smiled and squeezed her tiny breasts. I pulled her 
in and we kissed and necked as we fucked. We were both 
building to a shuddering climax. Her final orgasm hit 
seconds before mine did. 

I felt our fluids drain out onto my balls. We held each 
other, then rolled into a side by side embrace. I gazed 
into her eyes and told her I had fallen in love with 
her. She echoed the love and I wondered what I would do 
in the morning and what I was going to do with this 
girl I was now linked to. I held her in my arms and 
surrendered to sleep.

**

We awoke, still in the afterglow of the night before. I 
gazed into her eyes and gently stroked her hair. We 
kissed a little and we were building to another session 
of lovemaking when we were startled by a knock at the 
door. 

We looked at each other in surprise, then jumped out of 
the bed. A hunt for our underwear was underway when I 
called out as to who was at the door. I heard Mike's 
voice, and although I was relieved when it wasn't the 
Police, I still wondered if I was going to get away 
with this. Jessica found her underwear and I pushed her 
into the bathroom, gently closing the door. I pulled on 
my pants and opened the door. 

"What's up?" I asked, a little startled by Mike's 
presence, "shouldn't you be with Donna?"

"She had some post wedding errands to do" he explained.

I noticed his eyes scan the room. I wondered what he 
knew and what he was looking for.

"Do you need something Mike?"

"I was looking for something..."

Then before I could stop him, he took two steps to the 
bathroom and opened the door. 

"Come on out Jessica," he announced.

I wondered what kind of deep dark shit I was in. 
Jessica walked slowly out. She had her underwear on and 
had wrapped a towel around herself.

"I have to tell you something" Mike started, Donna and 
I have been setting you up."

My mind began to swim and I had to sit down on the bed.

Explaining further, he went on, "Jessica lost her 
parents a couple of years ago. Since then, she's been 
staying with her Godparents, Donna's parents. After 
Donna and I got engaged, we started talking about our 
future and thought it cruel just to leave Jessica 
behind. Then I remembered you and how you reacted to 
Charlie's younger sister. I knew how you liked a girl 
who isn't screwed up and I noticed how you took to each 
other at the rehearsal. Donna and I watched you two 
yesterday and we asked Donna's parents what they 
thought of putting you two together. They liked the 
idea. That's why Donna isn't here, she's getting the 
church ready for a wedding, your wedding," he finished 
as he gestured towards us. 

My head was swimming now. "But," I protested. "She's 
thirteen, and don't you need a license?"

"Donna's dad's best friend is the justice of the peace. 
The marriage certificate is ready. It just needs your 
signatures."

I gestured Jessica over. Holding her hand, I started to 
ask a question, then realized I needed to be on one 
knee. Going to the knee, I looked in her now watery 
eyes, "Jessica, will you marry me?"

"Yes" she said with a quavering voice as she pulled me 
to her. We kissed, then looked at Mike.

"Get dressed Jessica, we have another dress that you 
need to put on."

**

That afternoon at one, the organ blared out a familiar 
tune. Donna's father walked Jessica down the aisle. She 
was radiant, appearing in a beautiful dress, 
unknowingly prepared for her. Jessica beamed as she 
took her place next to me. The ceremony was short and 
the reception was smaller than the day before, but 
still enjoyable. 

The reception ended at dinnertime and I had dinner with 
my new in-laws, now related to people I had never known 
just days before, save Mike. Jessica has taken to her 
new home, and school. I'm wondering if she'll ask me to 
any school dances.

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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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