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Amy's Proposal -
A Jack Valentine Adventure
Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross for Jack Valentine
Adeventures all rights reserved. jack.valentine.adventures@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/g, Romance, First, Oral, Safe Sex
Synopsis: Jack Valentine's adventures continue as he relates the complete story of his budding relationship with 12 year old Amy, the girl next door, and how the two lovers were destined from the beginning to share a deep and meaningful romance beyond anything they could have imagined...With a little help from some very unexpected places!
Amy's Proposal
by
Jack Valentine
"…a good marriage is based on the talent for friendship." - Friedriche Nietzshe
Prologue
J. Robison was cute, for being older like she was. I'd guess twenty-seven, if I had to, and being very pretty, the doctor was obviously used to getting some attention from her male patients. I gave her mine, but only out of habit. She wasn't my type at all and that, in a roundabout way, was the reason I was sitting in her office.
"Mr. Valentine…"
"Jack," I said and the doctor smiled back.
"Okay, Jack," she agreed pleasantly, crossing her long legs and she was giving me some attention as well, although I was at least seven or eight years her junior.
I was used to that myself because, not to be immodest, I've always been an attractive man of the tall and dark sort. Brown eyes and black hair, a square jaw and handsome features to go with a trim, athletic build. It comes from good genes, a reasonable diet, and plenty of exercise, I suppose, but mostly it's just a lot of luck. I'm not complaining though and more than looking good, I have a thing about girls. A genuine affection for the other sex, maybe even empathy isn't too strong of a word, and I believe they can sense that. I know the young ones can, and as much as anything else, it really is the secret of my success.
"Are you sure you want this?" the doctor asked me, looking through my patient folder, and it was a thin one. This wasn't the clinic mom used to bring me to as a child. It wasn't even in the same state.
"Absolutely," I nodded, not avoiding her green eyes and not trying to stare the woman down either, just friendly honesty. "I've given it a lot of thought, doctor."
"But you're only, what? Eighteen? You have a lot of life ahead of you," she said. "Do you have someone you're serious with? A girlfriend or…"
"No, not at the moment," I admitted with a little smile. "But I think it's reversible, right?"
"Vasectomy is reversible, yes," she cleared her throat softly. "But not a hundred percent of the time, Jack. Whether you change your mind at some point in the future or not, you may find yourself permanently sterile."
"I guess I'll have to take that chance," I gave her an apologetic shrug.
"May I ask why?" she kept her eyes on mine. Challenging me a bit, wanting the whole truth, but I could only give her the obvious part of it.
"I like sex, doc," I chuckled softly. "Who doesn't, right? But, uh, I just really can't see myself with children."
"Well, given your age," she said, "I'd almost worry more if you did want to be a father; so many young men do."
"No, I've been thinking about it for years," I told her and when the woman widened her eyes slightly, I smiled. "Seriously, I know who I am and what I want."
"There are other methods of birth control…" she offered.
"I know," I agreed. "But most of them aren't up to me, you know? I'd like to make the decision and not have to…"
"Trust a woman?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
"Maybe," I admitted. "Something like that, or…Depend on the girl, I think. I don't want to rely on circumstance."
"I see," she smiled at that, tucking a bit of auburn hair behind her left ear. "You don't think women are responsible then."
"No," I shook my head. "I'm not saying that. They're like anyone else, you know? But things happen, we're having a nice time, and it's easy to forget or rationalize. It's just human nature."
"Hmmm…" she shrugged with some agreement. "What about condoms? They're easy, safe, effective…"
"Well, uh…" I nodded slowly and gave her my eyes. "…I like to feel it, doc. Don't you?"
"Are you sure you're eighteen?" she smiled and it was meant to be a genuine compliment. "You don't seem like it."
"I'm just me," I said, giving her my best smile in return; the one that could get me in or out of trouble with equal chances.
"Well," she glanced down and the woman turned a little pink, not much, but just enough and it was a sexy look for her. "I can do the procedure, of course, it's very quick and barring complications, you'll be fully recovered within the week, probably sooner than that."
"Right," I said, having read quite a lot on the subject over the years.
"All you have to do is sign here and…down here, Jack," she offered me the necessary paperwork. "And I'll get a nurse to prep you."
"Great," I smiled, picking up a pen from her desk.
Twenty minutes later I was ready, sitting on an examination table in a small, thin hospital gown.
"Do you want a nurse present?" Dr. Robison asked me, looking over the surgical tray that had been prepared for us.
"Uh, do we need one?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Well, I'm a woman, you're a man, sometimes that can be awkward…" she said without humor and I shook my head.
"No, if I can't trust my doctor, who can I trust?" I asked and she did smile at that.
"At the risk of offending you, Jack…" she said a few moments later, after several stinging shots of local anesthesia.
"Hmmm?" I looked at her, laying flat on my back while we waited for me to go numb.
"You have a very attractive penis," the woman said. "It's very…Healthy."
"Oh," I laughed. "Thanks, um, we're not going to need that nurse, are we?"
"No!" she laughed as well. "I think I can control myself."
"Okay, doc," I looked back to the ceiling.
"Can you feel this?" she asked and I shook my head. "How about this? Here? No…Down here?"
"Oh, I feel that," I said as she'd pinched the inside of my left thigh between her latex covered fingers.
"Good," she let me go. "I think we're ready now."
"Okay," I said, thinking about all those newspapers I'd delivered, just for this. All those burgers I'd flipped and it was rather anti-climatic, actually. I didn't feel a thing.
"All done," Robison said perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later. "How does it feel?"
"A little tingly maybe," I said. "I don't know."
"Well, you'll be a little sore later, I'm afraid. The anesthesia will wear off soon," she said. "There will be a little bruising maybe."
"Okay," I nodded.
"Go ahead and get dressed," the doctor told me, peeling off her gloves. "And stop by my office when you're ready."
By the time I was dressed and sitting once more near Dr. Robison's desk, I could feel it. Not really painful, but annoying is a good word for the small discomfort I was feeling.
"We'll make an appointment for you in a week," she was saying, looking through her calendar. "Next Monday at ten, how will that be?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"Great," she smiled. "You've got great sperm ducts…"
"I do?" I chuckled.
"…and I tied them off nice and tight, but there's still sperm in there." she told me. "Enough for up to three months, okay? You're not sterile yet, so be cautious."
"I know, yeah," I said.
"If you notice any unusual swelling or discoloration in your scrotum," she said, "or unusual discharge, you need to call me right away. Here's my card and, uh, let me put my home number on that."
"Okay, thanks," I watched her write her private phone number down and I got the impression it wasn't something she was used to doing for anyone, let alone a patient.
"You can take Tylenol, or aspirin for the pain, you don't need anything special," she said handing me her card. "Stay off your feet for a day or two, but as I said, three days is usually…"
"Pretty good, yeah," I looked at her card, turning it over to see she'd written 'Janice' above her phone number and she was stalling for something. "Well, thanks a lot, doctor…"
"Hey, um…Jack?" she gave me those bright green eyes and licked her lips.
"Yeah, doc?" I returned her gaze.
"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" she asked slowly. "I mean, I don't usually ask patients, um…" she giggled self-consciously and her cheeks took on a bit of pink once more.
The woman was beautiful, I decided, but it was just too bad…
"Oh," I looked suitably surprised, pleasantly of course, and I was flattered. "I'm not sure if we should, uh…I'd feel a little strange knowing that you…"
"Right," she cleared her throat and looked away. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I know better than that. No, it's no problem. I'll see you on Monday, right?"
I suspect that Janice thought I declined more because of her age than any excuse about being her patient. She imagined I felt her to be too old for me and she was right, in a way, but not by only a few years. The doctor was too old by at least a dozen years, easily.
"Yeah," I smiled warmly, wishing there was a way to make rejection easier. I'd send her some flowers, I decided, nothing romantic, just a 'Thank You Bouquet' to her office. It wasn't a perfect solution, but few things are in life.
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Three months later, almost to the day, I was back at the hospital where I'd been born nearly nineteen years before. It was the college winter break and I was home for the holidays looking for some good news.
"Mr. Valentine? Yes, your labwork is done," the nurse told me and she glanced around, because this was rather confidential, I suppose.
"My sperm count?" I asked, just to let her know I wasn't overly sensitive to the subject.
"Yes," she agreed. "Your sperm is less than .0025 percent viable."
"Is that good or bad?" I asked with a little smile, because I already knew what the numbers meant. I just wanted to hear it.
"Ahhh, that depends on if you want children or not," she said carefully. "Basically, your sperm count is practically zero. The likelihood of fathering a child is…."
"Practically zero?" I suggested and she nodded. "That's good news then."
"Okay," she was older and black and she blinked at me, probably wondering why a very young man like myself would be happy to find out he was sterile. She didn't know I'd had a vasectomy though.
"How small is the chance," I asked her. "That I could father a child, like you said."
"Maybe…One in a thousand," she told me. "Probably even less than that, realistically. You would need a miracle, Mr. Valentine."
"Great," I smiled and she just didn't get it at all, but that was okay.
"This is your copy of the lab report," she said and there was little else for us to discuss. "Have a nice day, Mr. Valentine."
"I will," I picked up the paper and glanced at it, feeling satisfied after too many months spent waiting.
Now all I needed was a girlfriend.
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end of Prologue