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Best Friends
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A teenage girl loses her parents and gains a teenage 
husband. (MF-teens, youths, 1st, rom)

***

Kim and I had practically grown up together, best 
friends the whole time, even though she was two years 
younger than me (she was 16 at the time of this story, 
I was 18). The age difference never bothered us; we 
were just best friends, no questions asked. We shared 
everything, it seemed, even out deepest secrets. 

Kim had an adorable personality -- very sweet and kind, 
extremely polite and pretty shy. My parents adored her, 
and her parents adored me. Kim was adorable to look at, 
too: she'd really developed when she'd turned 14. An 
inch shy of five feet, she was slender and curvaceous, 
long legged, with a smooth, flawless face made up of 
really delicate, small features, wide brown eyes and 
long, dark lashes that matched her long, wavy black 
hair. 

Kim's parents didn't plan to let her date until she 
turned 16, so in the interim, I took her to dances and 
things -- her parents trusted me. Yet never once did I 
think of her romantically... 

Shortly after she turned 16, both of Kim's parents were 
killed in a car crash. Having no other immediate family 
in the area, my parents took her in. There were 
problems right off, however, for her. 

Kim's parents had owned a sizable share of a large 
corporation -- enough that she would be set for life. 
However, because of her age, she wouldn't be able to 
take control of that share until she either turned 18 
or got married. The latter was possible, of course; for 
the time being, Kim's family lawyer had gotten her 
temporary emancipated status, meaning she was free to 
make her own decisions, but it was only temporary; 
within a month, she would have to go to orphan's court, 
and it was pretty likely that, given the circumstances, 
she would be turned over to her Uncle Roger. 

I had met Roger a few times, and never liked him -- he 
was a typical playboy type, a gambling addict and a 
hard drinker. When Kim was little, he had tried to 
molest her -- a fact only she had only shared with me. 
She was terrified of being put in his care, knowing 
what would happen. 

All of this, coupled with her grief over losing her 
parents, was tearing her apart. I spent every possible 
moment with her; we even slept together (not sexually; 
we were both still virgins), where I could comfort her. 
She cried a lot, which was understandable, and was 
practically attached to me. It hurt me to see her 
hurting like that, and I was desperate to help. As the 
month she had of emancipation drew to an end, that 
desperation finally formed a plan. 

After discussing it with her lawyer and my parents, we 
got married. It was nothing big -- two inexpensive 
wedding bands, a justice of the peace. We didn't even 
kiss. It was a "paper marriage" to protect her, my way 
of showing that I loved her as my friend and wanted to 
protect her. Except, I think, Kim had other ideas. 

***

It was hard thinking of Kim as my wife; I still held 
her when she cried, as I always had, but there was none 
of the affection one would expect from a married 
couple. We agreed it would be that way -- why ruin a 
perfectly good friendship? As soon as she turned 
eighteen we'd annul it, and would be free from there. 
Or so, I thought. 

Two weeks after the wedding, Roger showed up. As usual, 
he was an ass. Roger is a big guy, tall but not really 
well-built, sort of average, but handsome (I'll let him 
get away with that), thick black hair and a thick 
moustache, dark eyes. He insisted the marriage was a 
farce, and as Kim's closest living relative, sought to 
see it annulled. His basis was the marriage was fake, 
not even consummated. 

It was enough to throw Kim into hysterics; while my 
father threw him out of the house (sadly, not bodily), 
I took Kim up to my room and tried to calm her down. It 
took hours to do that, and finally, she fell asleep. 

*** 

Sometime after midnight, I felt her shaking me. "Ryan, 
wake up. I need you to wake up." 

I opened my eyes to find her looking down at me. She'd 
turned on the lamp on the nightstand, providing just 
enough light to see. Her face was dry, passive, and she 
had an odd look in her eyes. I drew her down next to me 
and held her close. She was trembling. 

"What is it, a nightmare?" 

She shook her head. "No. Ryan, please, listen to me. 
Don't say anything. Just listen, okay?" I nodded. She 
slipped her arms around my neck, moving her head 
closer. "I love you, Ryan. Not just as my friend, but 
more. I have for a long time. It isn't just because 
we're married, or because of Roger. It goes way back. I 
think I've always loved you. You were always everything 
I wanted. Do you understand?" 

I could only nod dumbly. I was shocked to hear it--but 
I didn't know why. Kim was, I realized, everything I 
could ever want; I actually dreamed of dating girls 
like her. Why had I never felt that way about her? 
Maybe because I'd denied it. Because I had spent so 
much time being her friend, her protector, that I had 
missed what was so special about her. 

"I want to con... I want to make love to you, Ryan," 
she whispered, shaking harder. "I want to... I want to 
have a child, too. Your child. I know I'm young, but... 
oh Ryan, I don't ever want to leave you!" 

She began to cry again, and I held her. She didn't cry 
long. The whole time, I thought of what she had said -- 
I didn't want to leave her, either. I looked at her, at 
the soft beauty all her own, at the delicate curve of 
her body. Yes, I did love her. Yes, I did want to make 
love to her. And if it came down to it, I wanted her to 
have my child. Somehow, I knew she'd be a good mother. 

That didn't matter at the moment, however. I just 
wanted to make her happy, to have her be happy -- but 
most of all, to make this first time special for her. 
Holding her close, I turned my head and kissed her. 

She responded instantly, kissing me back, her lips 
parting slightly, inviting me in. We held each other 
tight, just kissing for a long time, nothing more. We 
were very much in love, now. 

Finally she pulled away, slipping out of my arms to 
stand beside the bed. She motioned me to get up. 
"Undress me," she said shyly. 

I felt a rush, but I was also touched -- she was 
surrendering to me, putting her full trust in me. I 
took her and held her tight for a moment, then gently 
undid the sleeve buttons of her maroon blouse, moving 
to undo the rest. She was trembling again. When I 
stopped to hold her, she shook her head. "Finish," she 
whispered. 

I undid the buttons, leaving the blouse hang open, 
revealing just a tiny flash of her bra underneath, 
covering her ample breasts. I held her again, kissing 
the side of her slender neck, helping her to relax 
while I pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her 
skirt. Very gently, I slid it from her shoulders, then 
reached around and undid the band of her bra. She 
blushed as I slid that away, too. 

"Beautiful," I murmured, and they were. Round and firm, 
with delicate pink nipples, very small. I cupped them 
gently in my hands, smiling at her. She smiled back. 

We kissed again, deeply, Kim's hands moving to remove 
my shirt next, then trailing over my chest. Then she 
stepped away, and I undid the belt of her short denim 
skirt, sliding it down along with her pantyhose, 
removing the whole of them along with her high heels. 
At the same time she started on my pants. 

As I stood up, she kicked away the skirt, hose and 
heels, lowering herself to her knees. She worked my 
pants down and off, then drew down my underwear. She 
gasped a little at the sight of my already erect penis 
(to be dirty, I was "hung" almost eight inches), then, 
to my surprise, took it as far into her mouth as she 
could, looking up at me expectantly. 

"Do you know what to do?" I asked, and she shook her 
head slightly. I knew something of it; I'd read a few 
porn magazines in my time, so I explained what I could. 
She gave it her best shot, sucking hard for a minute or 
so, then pulled off and stood up, shaking her head. 

"I can't," she whimpered. I held her, telling her it 
was okay, she didn't have to. That calmed her down, and 
I lowered her to the bed, kneeling between her spread 
legs. I was going to "eat her out." 

"Ryan, no," she begged. "N-not that. Roger did that to 
me... when I was little. I don't like it. Please!" 

I nodded and sat up. "Come here." I held out my arms 
and she sat up, letting me hold her. We stayed like 
that for a while, then I lay back, moving her over me. 
"Are you sure?" I asked. 

Kim nodded. I put my hands on her waist, gently moving 
her over my erect penis. She guided it with one shaking 
hand to the opening of her softly covered vagina and I 
lowered her, gently, until I saw her face squint with 
pain. 

"Look at me," I said softly, and gave her a smile. She 
smiled back. I started talking to her, softly, telling 
her how much I loved her, while lowering her slowly, 
letting her own weight carry her down. I met her hymen 
and broke it easily; she hardly noticed. My words were 
all she heard or felt, and then I was inside. 

Kim gasped at the realization, then looked at me to 
tell her what came next. I knew I was supposed to 
thrust, but not yet. "Does it hurt?" I asked. 

"A little," she panted. "It's okay. I know it's 
supposed to and you would never hurt me." 

"No. Never," I smiled at her again, lowering her back, 
moving with her, staying deep inside. I began to kiss 
her mouth, softly, then firmly, then her neck, 
caressing her breasts, then sucking softly at her 
nipples, all the while grinding very slowly against her 
hips. She began to moan, then pant as I moved faster, 
feeling her grow hot and wet inside her tight vaginal 
canal. 

"Ryan," she whimpered. "W-what's... happening... to 
me?" 

"Shh, you're having an orgasm," I told her, hoping I 
was right. "Just relax. It will feel good." 

We came together, Kim's orgasm as wild and loud as my 
own. I collapsed on her, holding her tight, and we 
kissed for a long time before I pulled out. She cried 
for a bit after that, tears of joy for once, and then 
we slid under the covers and fell asleep, cuddling on 
another. 

***

The next morning I awoke to the sight of my beautiful 
young wife lying next to me, peaceful and beautiful and 
innocent. I kissed her softly, and she opened her eyes, 
giving me the warmest smile I had ever seen on Kim's 
face. 

"How do you feel?" I asked. 

"Loved," she murmured, and snuggled against me. 

Over the next few weeks, we made love often; my parents 
were very aware (and, actually, pleased) of this; they 
were ecstatic when, a month later, Kim came home from 
the doctor to announce she was pregnant. 

We still had a long road ahead, of course; I would 
graduate from high school, come summer, and Kim still 
had to complete her junior and senior years, but we 
didn't worry. There was also the matter of Roger; he 
wasn't pleased until a gynecologist testified that yes, 
Kim was pregnant and yes, had engaged in intercourse. 

***

Roger was, of course, understandably pissed -- he'd 
just lost the best chance he'd had at getting rich (so 
he could gamble it away, of course). In fact, that 
night, he showed up at the house, ranting and raving. 
"Fucking cunt!" he shouted at Kim, storming in the 
door. "Fucking slut! You fucking cheated me!" 

I stood in front of her, protectively, and faced him 
down. He had a good head's height on me, but I wasn't 
afraid; this was my wife and unborn child I was 
protecting. Besides, he'd just given me the opportunity 
to kick his ass. 

With one swing to the jaw I knocked him flat, then 
flipped him over and grabbed his belt, propelling him 
toward the open front door. With great joy, I kicked 
him hard in the ass and sent his sprawling out into the 
street. Sputtering, he ran off, and I hoped it was the 
last we would ever see of him. 

Then I turned and took my young wife in my arms, 
holding her close. 

END

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