Adults Only
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
Chapter One
Little did I know that even as I stood there getting my good news, my own mother was arranging a date for me. She was happily unaware of it, of course, but fate or destiny, or just another instance of my good fortune had intervened once more on my behalf.
Amy King was a girl I knew well, having grown up in the house next door to mine her entire life. All twelve years of it. I'd paid her little mind, actually, being quite busy growing up myself. Little girls, prepubescent children like Amy, are generally not very interesting to teenaged boys like myself. That's a fact. But I'd seen her, obviously, spent a lot of time with the girl and her family over summer barbecues and picnics and such. I'd even babysat for Amy on occasion, although I was much better at mowing lawns than I was at making sure five or six year old girls got to bed on time.
That had changed though, or I should say that Amy had changed. If prepubescent girls held little fascination for me, adolescence lit a fire in my gut like you wouldn't believe. Puberty was like magic and I'd be hard pressed to explain why, but I know it's true. As soon as a girl begins to grow outward, when her breasts begin to form and her babyfat begins its delightful migration to give her real hips and a nice round butt…
When a girl gets her first menstruation especially, which can happen as early as 11 or even ten years old, or as late as fifteen or sixteen for some girls, oh my. That does something to me and the best age for such things to happen, in my opinion, is twelve or thirteen. Eleven is just a bit too young and fourteen is nice, but fifteen is pushing it for most girls. They're too mature in other ways, I suppose. It really is difficult to try and quantify these things. It's a feeling, an instinctive understanding on my part, rather than any conscious, calculated decision. That's probably the best way to explain it.
I have a nose for girls just entering puberty, as I'm sure many other men do. Unlike most men, however, I'm not afraid to do something about it. Whether that makes me a bad man or not, well, I guess we all have our opinions.
"Jack!" mom smiled and kissed my cheek as I entered through the kitchen. She was a great mom and we'd missed each other over the months I'd been at school.
"Hey mom," I smiled. "What's cookin'?"
"Oh shush!" she smiled and I'd been saying that since I was four years old probably.
"Smells good anyway," I said truthfully. "Dad home yet?"
"Not yet," mom said. "Say…Betty and Jake have a little thing tonight…"
"A thing?" I grinned at her.
"The Christmas party at the plant," mom explained. "Christy was supposed to stay with Amy, but…"
"Who's Christy?" I wondered, digging through the refrigerator for a diet coke. It's all mom had.
"Oh, she's…You don't know her," mom shook her head. "Anyway, Christy has a high school dance, or something, so she can't make it tonight."
"Okay," I shrugged.
"And so I was thinking maybe you could go over and…" mom smiled.
"And babysit like I used to?" I rolled my eyes, playing hard to get. Not because I had any interest in Amy, I honestly didn't right at that moment, but just because it was fun teasing mom a little. I hadn't seen Amy in six months, which doesn't sound like a long time, but for a girl her age…
"Please, Jack?" mom said. "You always liked Amy."
"Like a little sister," I agreed and maybe that was stretching it, but not too far. I did like her just fine.
"So you'll do it?" mom insisted, trying to pretend she was doing anything but.
"Yeah, mom," I said. "I don't mind."
"Good!" she nodded, as if there'd been any doubt. "I'll call Betty right now."
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"So, Jack…" dad looked over his plate at me, "…Meet any girls at that big college of yours?"
"Uh, well…A few, dad," I shrugged. "There's a bunch. Kinda hard to avoid all of them, you know."
"Heh," he grinned at that. "Any one in particular we should know about?"
"No, not really," I gave mom an apologetic look. "I figured I'd get good grades before I looked for a good woman."
"That's right, Jack," mom reached over and patted my hand. "No need to rush into anything."
"Seems a little peculiar to me," dad said, meaning queer.
He'd never understood my reluctance to date girls my own age in high school, which is to say, not date any girls at all. He didn't know that I did in fact have a number of girlfriends, all of them probably much too young for a high school boy in his opinion. Dating an eleven year old when I was seventeen would hardly impress my dad, or any of my friends for that matter, so I'd kept my social life as private as I could, believe me. Unfortunately, it made dad suspect I was gay.
"Nah, I know some girls, dad," I assured him. "I have a good time, but nothing serious. I'm not ready for that, you know?"
"Don't give Jack a hard time, dear," mom said, coming to my defense like she always did. "He's working hard and there will be a lot of girls waiting when he's good and ready."
"Sure," dad gruffed. "I'd just like to meet one sometime before I'm too old to enjoy my grandchildren."
"You've got a long ways to go, dad," I grinned at him.
"Well, I can wait for that," mom decided. "I only have one son and the idea of sharing him with another woman…"
"You spoil him," dad shook his head. "That's the problem."
"What's wrong with that?" mom asked, giving dad a little frown. "You just don't want to go to the Christmas party. That's what it is."
"Hmmm…" dad made a face and they liked to argue like that, or not argue, but banter I guess. They'd been doing it for twenty-five years.
"You'll have a good time, dad," I told him. "You always do."
"Long as they got beer," he snorted. He worked at the big auto plant with Amy's dad, building American cars with Japanese parts. At least he had a job though; things had looked tough for few years when I was a kid.
"Jack's going to watch Amy tonight," mom said. "Isn't that sweet of him?"
"Hmph," dad grunted. "Come all the way home from college to babysit, did ya?"
"Ah, dad," I laughed. "I'm just doing mom a favor. You know she can't go anyplace without Betty."
"Oh shush, you!" mom gasped happily.
"Got that right," dad smiled too.
"Besides, it isn't babysitting anyway," mom informed us. "I don't think Amy really needs anyone to watch her at all. That little girl grew up in a hurry."
"She did?" I looked at mom, not really understanding her.
"I mean the way she acts," mom nodded. "Amy's very mature for her age. I can hardly believe she's twelve already, but…"
"I can," dad grunted. "She keeps climbing our fence and I'll have her painting it come spring."
"Be nice!" mom waved her hand at him.
"Acts grown-up, huh?" I asked and mom nodded.
"More than she should maybe," mom said. "What's the word for that?"
"Word for what?" dad wondered.
"Being too mature," mom said. "I can never remember."
"Precocious?" I offered and mom smiled.
"That's the one!" she said. "Amy's a precocious girl, you'll see."
"I can't wait," I said, trying to mask my enthusiasm behind the truth. It works better than you might think.
"Too bad she's not six years older," dad suggested. "She is a pretty girl."
"Very pretty," mom agreed. "It is too bad she's so young, isn't it? Jack and Amy would make a lovely couple."
"Huh…" I had to hide my smile behind a long drink of water and now I really was curious to see how much little blonde Amy had grown up.
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"Hi, Jack…Come on in! You look good, boy," Mr. King took my hand in his and he'd always liked me a lot.
He'd wanted a son of his own, but they'd just had the one girl, so he tended to give me a lot of attention even if I was a little older than a real son would have been for him. He was a big man, an outdoorsy sort of guy and honest. I liked him just fine and though he'd tried to get me to call him Jake once or twice, usually after he'd had a few beers, I just couldn't see myself calling him by his first name.
"Hey, Mr. King," I nodded. "Thanks. How's everything? You get your buck this year?"
"Nah," he gestured for me to come in and closed the door against December's chill. "Took a doe the day before the season ended, just to use the tag. It was too damned dry this year, I think."
"Yeah, that's what I heard," I agreed, unzipping my jacket.
"Jack!" Amy's mother was coming down the stairs. "Look at you! Wow! You're all grown up."
"Thanks, Mrs. King," I smiled at her. "You look like you're ready for dancing tonight."
"You better call me Betty, Jack," she grinned. "I feel old enough already and this old man…" she smiled at her husband, "…never takes me dancing!"
"What? I took you dancing once, didn't I?" he chuckled. "Don't listen to her, Jack."
We made small talk for several minutes, just catching up really, and I was made to feel very welcome. It was nice coming home and nicer still to have two homes, in a manner of speaking, because Mr. and Mrs. King very much treated me like part of the family.
"Amy? Why are you hiding there?" Betty noticed her daughter before I did and I followed her gaze.
Amy was hiding behind the archway leading to the dining room, peering around it and smiling faintly as she watched us. I could only see a bit more than half her face, but even that was enough to take my breath away. Amy had indeed changed over the last half year and as she reluctantly entered the living room I could see exactly how much.
"Hey Jack," she said softly, looking at me with her big blue eyes and then looking away, coming back, looking away…What a flirt!
"Hi Amy," I smiled and her parents beamed, as well they should. Amy was a beautiful girl and they were rightly proud of her.
"Hasn't she grown, Jack?" Betty asked me, holding out her hand to draw the girl close.
"Yeah, you've really grown up, Amy," I said, meaning every word of it. "Last summer you were just a little kid, but now…"
"I'm not little anymore, huh?" she giggled softly, letting Betty hug the girl to her hip.
"No, you're not little at all," I smiled and looked at her dad. "You're gonna have to find yourself a big stick pretty soon."
"Heh!" he nodded at me with a grin. "I keep the shotgun handy, Jack."
"That's not funny," Betty rolled her eyes and then noticed her watch. "Oh, we're running late. You be a good girl for Jack, alright? Do whatever he tells you to, understand me? Remember what we talked about."
"Yeah mom," Amy said, dropping her head slightly and I realized her mom was actually embarrassing Amy a little.
"All the stuff's where it used to be, Jack," Mr. King told me. "I locked the liquor cabinet too, so don't go looking for trouble…"
"Right," I laughed, knowing he was joking. I'd never been much of a hellraiser growing up and he knew it.
"I left the phone numbers on the refrigerator and, hmmm…" Betty looked around like mom's do. "Amy needs to take a bath before she goes to bed."
"Mom!" Amy sighed and she reddened slightly at that.
"What?" Betty frowned. "And bedtime tonight is ten o'clock, right?"
"Yeah," Amy agreed softly.
"We'll be back round midnight," Mr. King said. "Maybe a bit later, we'll see what happens. You can conk out in the spare bedroom for the night, it's no problem."
"Okay, right," I was nodding at both of them and I'd slept at their house before because the Kings, unlike my parents, weren't very old at all, Mr. King being thirty-one and his wife a year younger. They liked to have a good time when they went out.
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"You wanna do something?" Amy asked me once her parents were gone.
She was standing barefoot in a pair of loose jeans that barely stayed on her narrow hips. I thought she'd been keeping them up somehow, like the way she'd hooked her thumbs in the pockets while her parents were there, but now that mom and dad were gone, she didn't care. They were falling low enough that I could the waistband of her pink panties and it was making my heart beat quickly.
Amy's soft white tummy was exposed nearly completely beneath her t-shirt, which wasn't an overly large one. It was pink, like her underwear, with a picture of Barbie on it and I'd seen Amy wearing that shirt to school the spring before. It still fit her okay and it would have been innocent enough for most people, but for me? I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. The girl's belly button was small and cute and right there for me to admire. Her breasts were only bumps and barely there at all, but I could see them. I could see the faint protrusion of her nipples and the twelve year old probably didn't own a training bra yet. But it was coming and soon, I supposed.
Her face was angelic, and that's the perfect word, believe me. As a child it had been round with large cheeks, almost chubby in a way, but no longer. Amy's face was more heart shaped now, her chin pointed and her cheeks more pronounced and wonderfully shaped. She had dimples, tiny ones when the girl would smile just so. A smallish mouth blessed with a natural pout; a narrow, upturned nose, and those eyes. Immaculate Blue would be the color if I had to name it, gazing at me from beneath her straight blonde hair.
"Do I wanna do something?" I smiled at that, knowing exactly what I wanted to do with her. "Like what?"
"I dunno," she shrugged and those pants fell a fraction lower. "We can play some Wii if you want, it's kinda fun."
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"You wanna watch a movie?" she suggested, making that sound like her choice without actually making it.
"Sure, yeah," I agreed. "Make some popcorn?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "Like we did before."
"You remember that?" I asked, walking with her towards the kitchen.
"I remember everything," she giggled and I caught her biting her bottom lip as she glanced up at me. The girl wasn't but four foot ten, I bet, and couldn't have weighed anything.
"I figured you'd forget all about me," I said with a theatrical sigh.
"Why?" she looked at me.
"Well, cause you're growing up," I explained, digging through the lower cabinets for their Stir Crazy popcorn popper thing. It was a lot better than microwave popcorn, but kind of a pain to clean up afterwards.
"Am I?" she asked, teasing me because she just wanted to hear me say it.
"Yeah," I turned my head and gave her a very deliberate look up and down. "I bet you have a bunch of boyfriends already, huh?"
"No!" she gasped happily and her face was pink.
"Yeah, you do," I decided and sighed again. "I wish I hadn't moved away."
"You do?" she smiled and plainly didn't believe me, but that was okay. We were having fun.
"Yeah, college is boring," I said, standing up with the popcorn maker in my hands.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me, leaning on her elbow with her small fist under chin, bumping her hip against the kitchen counter.
"Nope."
"How come?"
"I haven't found a girl I like yet," I said, putting the popper next to the stove.
"What kinda girl do you like?"
"Hmmm…" I shrugged, "…I don't know."
"Yeah you do!" Amy giggled. "Tell me!"
"What?" I made a face and reached for the cooking oil. "I like different things, you know."
"I don't know, Jack!" she gave me a pout and it was world class, considering her age. "Like what does she look like?"
"What does who look like?"
"The girl you like!" she giggled.
"I told you I didn't find one yet."
"Yeah, but you lied!" Amy nodded like she knew a secret and I rolled my eyes.
"How do you know?" I asked her, adding popcorn to the oil.
"I can tell," she said. "I'm not stupid."
"I know that," I told her seriously.
"So?" she stood up with a sigh. "Tell me then."
"Um, well…" I plugged in the popper and it started stirring the seeds. "She's got blonde hair."
"Really?" Amy grinned at me. "What else?"
"Blue eyes," I nodded, "and um, she's really, really cute. Like if you saw her? You'd think she was beautiful."
"Oh yeah?" Amy was biting her lip again and then she caught herself. "Ummm…Is she really tall and stuff?"
"Hmmm," I shrugged. "Not really. She's about perfect, I think."
"But how tall is that?"
"I don't know," I laughed. "I never measured her."
"Come on!" Amy grinned at me. "Guess. How tall is she?"
"Why?"
"Cause! I wanna know!"
"I told you a lot already," I said. "And you didn't tell me anything about your boyfriend yet."
"I don't have a boyfriend!" she frowned.
"There's a boy you like though, right?" I asked. "So tell me about him."
"No!" she looked down and then her eyes came back up slowly, but I was still watching her.
"You gotta tell me now."
"Why?"
"Cause I told you about the girl I like," I said as the first kernel popped. "Besides, we're friends, right? So you don't have to be shy about it."
"I'm not shy," she said shyly and I felt my stomach knotting up hard.
"So?" I spread my hands and smiled.
"Okay, um…You won't laugh right?" she looked at me.
"Of course not," I said. "Unless, you know, he's like a midget guy or something."
"A midget!" Amy giggled and stuck out her tongue. "No way! He's really tall. Way taller than me."
"Cool," I said. "He plays basketball and stuff?"
"No!" she pursed her lips. "He's just tall, not like weird."
"Basketball players aren't weird," I laughed.
"You want me to tell you, or not?"
"Yeah, sorry," I said over the chaotic noise of the popcorn's lively popping. "Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Okay, um…." Amy nodded. "He's uh, got black hair and like brown eyes, sorta a little green in them, sometimes."
"Huh," I nodded. "Like when he's outside?"
"Yeah, like that," she told me, avoiding my eyes as I smiled at her. "And, he's really cool. Like he's older sorta, but he doesn't act like it. You know? He doesn't talk to me like a little kid or anything."
"Older?" I narrowed my eyes a bit. "How much older? Like fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Um," Amy swallowed hard. "Kinda."
"Okay, that's cool," I decided and the popcorn was getting close to being done. "Your dad doesn't know about him, I bet."
"Daddy?" Amy grinned and then sorta caught it and stopped. "Oh, well, he knows him and stuff."
"Your dad knows the boy you like?"
"Yeah, I mean, he doesn't know I like him though," Amy said. "Nobody knows."
"I see," I unplugged the popper and turned it over, so that the plastic dome that covered it became the bowl. "You want some butter on this?"
"Course I do!" she grinned. "I'll get it."
"Kay," I watched as Amy opened the refrigerator and bent over at the waist, presenting me with a beautiful view of her small round butt. Her jeans were drawn tight for just those few precious seconds and I memorized every curve that little girl had.
"You want the real one?" she asked, looking over her shoulder suddenly and I was caught red handed.
"Uh, yeah," I said, feeling a little warm, but it was alright. Amy either didn't notice or didn't care that I'd been staring at her ass and I was just trying to figure out which when she started rocking her hips, rolling her butt from side to side while she found the real butter. That was all the answer I needed and I was getting seriously hooked on this girl.
"Here ya go," Amy said, turning around and smiling shyly. She wasn't a full blown Lolita by any stretch, but there was a nymph inside just dying to get out. She was teasing me and we both knew it.
"Thanks," I said, taking the butter and our fingers accidentally touched. That was nice and there was a little jolt of electricity there. "So…How long have you liked this boy?"
"Hmmm…" Amy thought about it for a second. "Since I was about ten, I guess."
"Ten?" I grinned at her. "Two whole years?"
"Uh-huh. I mean, I liked him my whole life, except I sorta didn't know I liked him," she explained. "Like…That way."
"Oh, so you liked him before then, but now you really like him."
"Zactly!" she nodded. "I didn't love him before."
"Love him?" That sort of froze me for a second.
"Uh…" Amy flushed, all over, and it was seriously sweet.
"That's okay," I shrugged. "Love is nice, right?"
"You think so?" she asked softly and I nodded.
"Sure," I said. "That girl I was telling you about? I love her, I think. I didn't used to, I only liked her a lot before, but now…"
"But now…What?"
"Yeah," I said, looking into Amy's big blue eyes. "I love her a lot."
"Oh," she swallowed hard and looked away.
"What movie do you want to watch?" I asked, thinking we'd probably played this about as long as we should. It was obvious to me what we were talking about and maybe Amy understood who I meant, but she probably had some small doubts as well. Twelve year olds are like that sometimes.
"King Kong!" Amy said and I laughed at that idea.
"It's almost eight and you gotta be in bed at ten, remember?" I said. "That movie's like three hours long."
"Awww…Jack!"
"Plus you gotta take a bath," I shrugged. "You don't want to get me in trouble, do you?"
"It won't be trouble if they don't know," she said. "King Kong, please? We can watch it in my room anyways."
"You got a TV in your room now?" I looked at her and we were stopped halfway to the family room.
"Yeah, cause dad got one at a yard sale," Amy said. "All my friends got one."
"Okay, well, I guess we can do that," I said. "But you still gotta take a bath."
"I'll take one right now," she said.
"You shoulda taken one while I made the popcorn," I smiled at her. "Alright, let's go upstairs. You take your bath and I'll put the movie in."
"I'll be really quick!" Amy grinned at me. "Promise!"
"Just be really clean too," I said. "You're gonna get me fired."
"I am?" she looked at me and I laughed.
"That was a joke."
"Oh! Yeah," she giggled. "Mom and dad wouldn't fire you."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, following Amy up the stairs. "How would you know?"
"Cause, they like you a lot," Amy told me. "Mommy told me if I was older, like you? She'd want you to be my boyfriend."
"She said that?" I smiled, remembering my own mother's similar comments.
"Yeah!" Amy giggled. "Isn't that cool? I mean…" she tried to tone down her enthusiasm suddenly, "…that she likes you and stuff."
"Yeah, that's pretty cool," I agreed and I really started wondering if this wasn't some kind of setup arranged by our mothers. But that idea was so far out there that I dismissed it immediately. What parent in her right mind would try to bring an eighteen year old boy and a twelve year old girl together? That wasn't just strange - it was illegal in our neck of the woods.
Amy went into the hallway bathroom and I went into her bedroom, which was nice and pretty and probably average for middle class America. Amy's bed was small and made up with a lavender comforter with yellow flowers embroidered on it. Her television was a small one too, with a cheap DVD player next to it on a cheap stand. She had pictures of horses and kittens on the wall, pictures of friends and family too. Lace curtains and stuffed animals and dolls. I liked her room a lot and I looked around without snooping, mostly I just relaxed on her bed and waited patiently.
"Jack?" I heard Amy's muffled voice about ten minutes later. "Jack?"
"Amy? What is it?" I said, leaning close to bathroom door.
"I sorta forgot a towel," she said. "Can you get me one?"
"Sure, yeah," I agreed and I knew where they were, in the closet at the end of the hall. "Just a second."
"I didn't lock the door," Amy said when I knocked a few moments later.
"Okay, um…" I opened the bathroom door not very far and pushed my arm inside, holding a fresh towel for her.
"It's okay, you can come in," Amy giggled.
"Are you sure?" I asked, kind of teasing her with my voice. "I thought you were in the tub?"
"I am!" she said. "Look!"
I opened the door a bit more and stuck my head around it, grinning as I saw Amy sitting in a bathtub full of bubbles. She must have poured half a jug of Mr. Bubble in with the water cause they were overflowing! All I could see was her head, the rest of the girl was completely covered and I just laughed at her.
"See? Can't see nothing, huh?" she laughed too and we were looking at each other when we stopped, kind of warm, a little breathless, and very happy, I thought.
"You're definitely gonna get me in trouble," I decided.
"Why?" Amy asked softly. "Cause of the bubbles?"
"No," I shook my head. "That's not it."
"What then?" she blinked those fantastic eyes at me and I watched the bubbles undulate vaguely as the girl moved her body beneath them.
"Cause, uh…You know that girl I like?" I licked my lips and watched her nod slowly. "The one I love?"
"Yeah," she said.
"She's you, Amy."
"Me?" she asked, so softly I could barely hear her voice. Her eyes were big and her cheeks rosy with the heat from her bath and more. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight in my life and I sincerely believed I never would again. Amy in her bubble bath.
"I'll, uh, wait for you outside…" I started turning reluctantly away.
"No!" she said suddenly. "I…The boy I like. You know it's you…Right?"
"The one you love?" I asked gently and she nodded, keeping her eyes on me, being brave.
"Yeah," she said. "I love you."
"Yeah."
"Do you…" she started and stopped and then looked down at the bubbles that reached her chin. "…Do you wanna take a bath with me?"
"Oh, Amy," I drew a deep breath.
"There's lotsa room and, um," she swallowed hard, lifting her eyes again. "I like it. I mean, if you want to."
"I do want to," I told her and this was completely unlike my previous experiences with young girls.
Before, I'd been a minor myself. I'd been sixteen and seventeen and the girls I'd found, dated in a manner of speaking, were strangers at first. I hadn't known them. I'd meet them at the mall, or at the local fair when it was in town. At the skate park maybe. I'd talk and flirt and get a girl to make out with me. A sweet little twelve year old like Amy who wanted a real boyfriend, if only for a day or a week maybe. It had been fun and innocent and the sex I'd had, well, I hadn't forced them to do anything. I'd made love with girls like Amy before and done everything I could to make it wonderful for them.
But none of them were like Amy. At least not that I could recall standing there and watching the girl of my dreams take a bath. I'd known Amy since she was born, literally. I'd been just a little kid then, but I could say that truthfully enough. I'd watched her grow up and she wasn't a stranger, not a girl I could love for a few hours and forget about. Amy would be with me forever. She was a part of my life, no matter what happened, and the responsibility that I felt for her wasn't merely imagined or temporary. This was a serious thing for me. For both of us.
"Okay," Amy agreed with my admitted desire to join her, and now she was waiting for me to undress.
If the girl was scared, she was hiding it well. I was terrified and for the first time in my life too. What if we got caught? What if I hurt her somehow? What if she changed her mind? I was only eighteen and while I'd often thought I knew all there was to know about girls, the fact was that I was still very much a novice, as all men are until the day they die, probably. Women are the grand mystery, despite death's big hype. A man doesn't have to live with death, it happens and it's over and you have your answer, but girls…
Having said, and most especially thought, all of that, I did what any other eighteen year old boy does when confronted with his fantasy come to life. I started taking off my clothes.
"Don't laugh at me, okay?" I grinned at Amy and she laughed nervously. "I said don't laugh."
"I can't help it!" she said. "My tummy feels funny. It's tickling me."
"Mine too," I agreed and I wasn't shy. I undressed for her without turning away and maybe I just wanted to see if Amy would chicken out at some point.
"How come girls like boys?" Amy wondered, staring at me while I pulled my t-shirt over my head.
"I don't know," I chuckled. "Same reason boys like girls, I guess. We're supposed to."
"Yeah," she nodded, watching my fingers unbutton my jeans. "But I didn't used to."
"You didn't used to know how to ride a bike either," I said and Amy splashed me with soap.
"That's not the same!"
"It's not?" I shrugged and unzipped my pants. "Maybe we just have to have time to like ourselves first, before we can like someone else."
"Yeah," Amy said and then she laughed. "What's that mean?"
"Nothing," I said, pushing my pants down my legs and stepping out of them. "It sounds kinda smart though, doesn't it?"
"You're really smart," Amy decided.
"Well, maybe," I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers. "But maybe not."
"You are, everybody says so…oh!" she blinked as my swollen cock sprang free of my shorts.
I'd been mostly hard ever since I first saw Amy and it felt amazingly good to let my cock have some room finally. I'm not especially large down there, average or maybe a bit more in length, and not much thicker than most guys, I'm sure. But considering the age and experience of my sexual partners, I'm very well endowed indeed. Twelve year old Amy looked a little nervous as she stared at my erection, dark with excitement and already moist with precum leaking from the tip. I stepped out of my boxers, letting my cock bounce and wag in front of me, and I hoped she liked it.
"Have you seen a boy before?" I asked Amy. "Like this?"
"No," she said softly. "I saw my dad's but not…It's hard!"
"Yeah, it is," I told her and I stepped closer to the bathtub. "It's hard because of you, Amy. Cause that's how you make me feel."
"I make you feel hard?" she giggled and I stuck my tongue out at her.
"You make me feel all kinds of stuff," I chuckled. "Can I get in now? Or did you change your mind?"
"You can get in," she said. "I know about sex and stuff anyway."
"You do?"
"Uh-huh," she nodded. "After I got my period, mom told me how it works. Like why I got it and all that."
"When did you get your first period?" I wondered.
"About, mmm…Just before Halloween," Amy said. "It was kinda gross."
"Kinda scary?" I asked her, stroking my cock slowly and she was watching me.
"Yeah," she licked her lips. "I'm okay now though."
"Cool," I stepped into the bath carefully, partly because I didn't want to step on Amy, obviously, but also I had no idea what was beneath the bubbles. I had to feel around for the bottom of the tub with my toes.
"She said a boy puts his dick thing in the girl, but she didn't say it got all hard and big like that," Amy explained, staring at my cock as it was just a few feet in front of her face suddenly.
"It would be kinda tough if it didn't," I said, sitting down slowly in the bubbles and the level of water, and bubbles, went up noticeably.
"I guess, yeah," Amy laughed. "Um…Does it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" I asked her, settling against the curved end of the bathtub, which was only slightly awkward because of the faucet being at that end.
"Your dick? When it's hard like that?" Amy jerked slightly as she felt my legs touching hers. I spread mine around her and the girl drew her knees up to her chest, hugging herself.
"Not really," I shook my head. "Mostly it just feels like, um, I want something really bad."
"It feels like that?" she made a face. "I don't get it."
"It feels like I want to be with you," I said, playing with the mountain of bubbles between us. "Like…Kissing you? Touching you maybe…Do you ever feel like that?"
"Yeah," Amy nodded. "Like all night tonight," she giggled softly. "I was sorta, I dunno, like thinking you were gonna touch me."
"You want me to?"
"Uh-huh."
"Do you want me to kiss you, Amy?" I asked her.
"Do you want to?"
"Oh yeah," I breathed. "Ever since I saw you."
"Really?" she smiled and nodded. "Me too, except I didn't think you liked me."
"Now you know I do," I said and I couldn't resist any longer. I explored the water with my hands until I found her feet and followed them up to her ankles and shins.
Amy didn't say anything and I unwrapped her arms slowly, gently as I leaned forward. I felt her wet and hot and I was drawing the twelve year old towards me. I had to have her and she wanted it. She wanted to be with me and it was perfect. Amy was shy and brave and patient and even understanding. I'd never met a girl so calm like that, despite the confusion that came out with her words. Amy knew what she was doing and that was the best part for me, I think. I didn't have to treat her like a child, or explain what we were doing, or anything like that. We only had to talk to each other and now we didn't even need that so much.
"Are you gonna kiss me?" Amy asked and I'd slid towards the middle of the tub and Amy had found herself sitting on my thighs, with her legs going naturally around my waist.
"Yeah," I replied softly, feeling my swollen cock standing upright between us.
My erection was against Amy's soft tummy as I let my hands go lower, down her back to find the smooth globes of her ass. The girl was so small in my arms, so light as she sat nestled against me. Her legs, which were silky smooth and thin, scissored around me so that her barely pubescent pussy was spread wide and vulnerable. Amy's arms tugged at my neck, pulling me down towards her red pouting mouth. The girl was completely aware of what we were doing, I had little doubt of that, and the idea that Amy wanted me as much as I wanted her was fueling my desire.
I kissed her lightly, knowing it was Amy's first. I touched my lips to hers, keeping my eyes open just so I could see hers closing. There was no tongue, just a gentle first kiss that lasted all of three seconds at the most. When it was done, those blue eyes of hers were sparkling and a soft smile dimpled the child's flushed cheeks. She let out the breath she was holding with something like a sigh, smelling sweetly of her breath and I kissed her again.
This time I brought the tip of my tongue between us, resisting the urge to take her immediately. I had to go slowly. I wanted to. Amy was special and fragile and I wouldn't risk breaking her somehow. She had to enjoy this even more than I did, that's what I felt in my heart. That nothing was so important to me than Amy's happiness and there was nothing I wouldn't do for the girl. And so I only touched and licked at her lips lightly, inviting Amy to open her mouth, but in no way forcing her and it wasn't but a moment before she rewarded my patience.
Amy opened her mouth and I nearly had my orgasm right then as I felt her tiny tongue imitating mine. She had her eyes closed once more and she licked across my lips and I was helpless. I touched her tongue with mine and the girl pulled me even tighter. A subtle moan escaped between us and she wriggled her tongue into my mouth with clumsy inexperience. I gave her my mouth to explore while my hands caressed her butt and hips. She was spread so wide down there and I was being slow and tentative, reaching with my fingers until I found the smallish pucker of her asshole.
She squirmed in my lap, digging her knees into my ribs, but Amy wasn't trying to escape. The girl was holding me as tightly as she could and pulling at my neck so that her barely there tits were against my chest. Amy's nipples were hard as stones and I can only imagine how they must have felt for her when she rubbed them over my skin. That seemed to be what she needed, as much as kissing, to have her nipples caressed and loved. Her breasts were trying to grow with her experience and my young lover was trembling and feverish in her unleashed passions.
I played with her ass while we made out, rubbing just the pad of my middle finger over and around her tiny hole. I was teaching Amy how to kiss and she was a quick study and fearless. Some of the girls I'd been with before had taken a long while to relax and give in to what they wanted, to try the new things I wanted to show them, but not Amy. Anything I wanted to do met with her approval. Wherever I touched her, however I wanted to explore her mouth and body, Amy accepted and responded to willingly.
When I pushed the tip of my finger against her sphincter, Amy's body stiffened, for just a second, and then relaxed. It was like magic as my finger pushed into her twelve year old butt to the first knuckle and I didn't get a whimper from the girl, no fear or rejection, just her tongue as Amy thrust it as deeply into my mouth as she could. The little girl rocked her ass, and I felt the soft inside of Amy's rectum clasped around my finger, sucking at my digit like a tiny mouth, and I fingered her asshole for five minutes probably. I never went very deep, giving the girl half my finger at the very most, but that was enough.
I pulled my finger from Amy's ass slowly and found her sex a moment later. My first brush against her plump and eager pussy brought a ragged breath from Amy's mouth and I looked carefully into her eyes as we took that moment to collect our breath, but not our wits. We were both too hot for each other now. I couldn't look at the twelve year old in my arms and imagine not having her. Amy held me like she'd never let me go, embracing me with her entire body. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, her body pressed to mine and moving without thought or control as she sought relief from the fires inside.
"Are you okay?" I asked Amy, our lips still touching and her eyes looking into mine.
"Uh-huh," she breathed. "I feel really…Good."
"Me too," I smiled and she giggled weakly, the sound making my heart ache to hear it again. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."
"Mmmm," she bit her lip and closed her eyes, Amy's pert nose scrunching up as I massaged her pussy beneath the water.
Her pelvis was taut with her legs spread like they were and Amy could hide nothing from me. I found the thin lips of her pussy pulled slightly apart. They were so small, only barely formed it seemed, and brand new. I tickled them gently, making the girl sigh and smile and nod her head, encouraging me to play with her juvenile sex. I stiffened my finger and slid it lengthwise along her slit, feeling the tender virgin folds that her position revealed. I found the hard nub of her budding clitoris, a knot of sensitive skin that might have emerged for the very first time in her life that very evening. I brushed it lightly, kissing Amy's cheeks and chin, her swollen lips that had been lovingly bruised by my own.
I caressed Amy's pussy until she was moaning with every ragged breath. She moved relentlessly, wriggling her butt and grinding her sex against my cautious fingers. She whimpered and begged me for more, the girl's eyelids fluttering as the color rose higher in her cheeks. I dared to push a finger inside, only barely in and out, stretching the innocent walls of Amy's sex until I found her hymen. My lover's cherry was hardly deep at all. It lay just beneath and behind her tiny urethra, guarding the entrance to the girl's pristine womb.
My finger barely touched the girl's hymen and I pulled back, bringing my fingers to safer places. I covered Amy's mouth with mine and kissed her gently while I rubbed her clitoris and the softness of her vulva. I knew she was close; Amy was frantic with her movements and nearly sobbing as the curious sensations of her first orgasm built relentlessly inside. I was bringing the girl off, wanting her to feel nothing but sublime pleasure in my arms. I kissed and whispered and breathed into her mouth, massaging her pussy and urging the girl to cum for me.
Amy came with a muffled gasp which I greedily swallowed. Surprise, confusion, happiness, pleasure, lust…All of those things and more were in her eyes. She was jerking in my arms, her small body spasmed as if she were having a fit or seizure. She tried to voice what she was feeling, to share it with the world, but the sounds Amy made were soft and high pitched and warbling like a beautiful bird loosed from its cage. She was kissing me then, her soft lips all over my face and the adoration in her eyes was unmistakable, but I was the one enslaved. All I could do was hold the girl and give her the moment while I whispered soft words of love into her ears.
We'd been in the tub for a long while, an hour perhaps, or maybe not. Time is such a relative thing and trying to measure it by the passing seconds was useless. The water was tepid, the bubbles had melted like snow around us, becoming a thin white foam on the surface of the bath. I could see her now, my precious Amy. Her nipples were larger than I'd imagined, round and puffy. They were dark with her excited blood and pointing outward to rub against my chest. Between us, my cock was as hard as it had ever been; the prolonged waiting hadn't diminished any portion of my ardor. It was trapped between us, caught between Amy's tummy and my stomach.
"Can I make love to you?" I asked softly, unable to hold myself back any longer. "I want to feel you inside, Amy."
"Do you love me?" the girl wondered and I had to smile, knowing how silly that question was, but how equally serious my answer would be to Amy.
"Oh yeah," I sighed. "You have no idea how much I love you."
"Me too," Amy swallowed hard and her orgasm had only just begun to fade. She was trembling and still catching her breath.
"Let me put it inside you, okay?" I kissed her lightly. "I'll be careful, I promise."
"I know," she nodded and sucked her bottom lip. "Will you marry me?"
"Marry you?" I moved my hands to her ass and pulled the little girl even harder against my cock, getting desperate to find relief. "I'd love to marry you, Amy. I wish I could, more than anything."
"I wanna marry you too," she told me, her chin on my left shoulder and then turning her head, pressing her cheek to my skin as we held each other.
"But you're just too young," I said gently, stroking her butt and up to her back, soothing her even as my cock throbbed almost painfully. "We can't get married."
"When I'm older we can," Amy said. "Right? Like when I'm eighteen? Will you marry me then?"
"Yeah," I closed my eyes and kissed her shoulder and hair, that beautiful blonde hair now damp and clinging to her skin.
"Promise?" she asked.
"I promise, Amy," I whispered and I had no choice but to do this. "I'll marry you the day you turn eighteen."
"I know," she sighed and I loved her so much I thought it was killing me. The feelings were too large inside me and I was kissing her everywhere I could until Amy lifted her head and I could find her mouth with my tongue.
I meant what I said, although I have to confess I didn't believe I'd ever have to keep my promise. Little girls grow up and find other boys, and some five or six years was a long time. I'd made my promise though and I'd never broken one in my life. I'd keep this one too, but only if Amy still wanted me by then. I very much believed it was a promise I wouldn't have to keep, but that wasn't why I'd made it. Nor had I promised her marriage just so I could fuck the girl. I desperately wanted to make love to her, that was true, but I wasn't trying to buy her virginity with promises. I'd told Amy I'd marry her because right then, at that moment, it really was the thing I most wanted in the world.
"I'm going to take you to your bed," I whispered.
"You're gonna love me there, right?" she asked. "Put it in me?"
"Uh-huh," I smiled and it was so, so difficult finding the strength to let Amy go. "I'm going to love you in your own bed, where it's safe and warm. I want you to feel good."
"Okay," she smiled, but there was some fear, some uncertainty playing at her eyes and lips.
"This will be like we're married already," I said, wanting to lighten the moment, to push away the seriousness of what we were going to do.
"Amy Valentine," she said, untangling her arms and legs while I held her hips and helped her stand up slowly.
"Do you like that name?" I asked, staring at Amy's pussy, just inches from my face now.
Water ran down Amy's pink skin and the faint remains of her bubble bath stained her skin white, but all I could see was the beautiful cleft of her hairless sex. Her pubis was pronounced and fat above her slit and I leaned forward to kiss it. Amy giggled, watching me as I pulled the girl to my mouth. I kissed the soft skin just above her baby clit, then the knot of flesh itself. That made her gasp and jerk slightly as my tongue tickled her still swollen clit. I kissed lower as well, Amy spreading her legs awkwardly in the tub, bending her knees into a slight squat that opened her pink pussy for my tongue wonderfully.
I French kissed the twelve year old girl's sex with all the gentle patience I could muster. I slipped my hands back to her ass, grabbing the firm flesh in my fingers and squeezing her. I slipped my tongue between her labia, those wonderfully small pussy lips that emerged shyly from the furrow of her pussy. I licked and sucked Amy's private place while she moaned and held my head with her fingers twisting in my hair. She hadn't expected this and now she didn't want me to stop. Amy was having her pussy eaten for the first time in her life and I was doing it as well as I could, believe me. It was all about her and I was pleased to find the girl selfish for my attentions.
I tasted the weak greasy flavor of the bubble bath, but it was barely noticeable really. Amy's flavor was much more potent, almost surprising because she was such a small girl, as if that had anything to do with it. The orgasm she'd had was obvious though and larger than life as I found the rich tang of her juices. Amy was oily and sharp on my tongue, but nothing about the girl was unpleasant. I swallowed her cum as quickly as I could gather it with my tongue. I was tasting her, drinking the essence of my young lover, and if I didn't get my cock inside her soon I was going to explode.
There was no stopping though, now that I'd started Amy's motor once more, so to speak. She was looking for another orgasm, standing knee deep in cool bath water while I sat between her feet, kissing and licking her pussy. Amy had her eyes on me all the while, refusing to close them or look away while I mouthed her sexy hole. I know this because I was looking up, so much as I could, along the length of her body to see Amy's eyes. She was watching me service her, surrendering my desires to please her own. I was showing her that nothing was so important to me than what she wanted.
Perhaps that brought the girl off as much as anything my lips and tongue were doing, I don't know. I like to think so because Amy was never a dull child, she was bright and blessed with a balance between heart and mind that complimented her physical beauty perfectly. I think she found as much pleasure in coming to understand our love, as she did in the pleasure of its consummation.
Either way, for the moment I was much too busy lapping at the sexy sauce pouring from Amy's virgin pussy to worry about anything else. The little girl was a rainmaker, I swear. She came a lot and rode my face like I was a pony! It seemed funny later, when I was able to look back on our sex in retrospect, but at the time Amy was grinding her swollen cunt against my mouth and chin, even my nose, as if possessed by some little sex demon. I wasn't complaining, quite the opposite, I was sucking her pussy as hard as I could, filling the bathroom with loud, wet, lip-smacking noises. I'd licked other girls before, but this was a little different. Amy, as I was constantly learning, wasn't like other girls.
I had Amy in bed by ten, but just barely and almost certainly not in the way her parents had imagined. We'd spent two hours in the bathroom? I had to be crazy. Where had that time gone? We'd only kissed, mostly, made out and touched each other and it had gone by in an instant. I'd thought it was nine o'clock maybe, at the latest, but it was ten minutes before ten when I carried Amy into her bedroom.
She was flushed and still breathing hard from her orgasm and clinging to my neck. I'd wrapped Amy in the towel and now I unrolled the girl onto her bed. She giggled and smiled and lay there on her back shamelessly. She wasn't hiding from me and though I saw some small bit of shyness in her smile, she was giving herself to me completely. Her arms were spread wide and I saw her breasts and hard nipples inviting me for a kiss and nibble and urgent sucking. Her legs were bent at the knees and opened enough that I could see her raw pussy ready to be taken.
Amy's pussy lips were swollen now and dark, but hardly large. Her clitty was just a bit of flesh quivering in its soft sheath. The girl was so ready for my cock and I forced myself to appreciate the moment. I stood there at the side of her bed, stroking my turgid manhood slowly in my fist and I couldn't do that for long or I'd certainly cum. I'd spray my load all over the girl if I wasn't careful and I'll admit that the perverse idea of jerking off on my twelve year old girlfriend was one I found entirely thrilling. Amy would let me do it too, I knew that. She'd be willing to let me do anything right then and I was going to fuck her.
I moved between her legs, slowly and deliberately, keeping my gaze on her smiling face. Amy widened her legs, spreading eagerly for me, and I covered the girl with my body. She was delightfully small, half my size if even that, and I was above her, resting on my elbows and kissing her lips. We might have spoken, but if we did they were the same words we'd been whispering all night. Promises of love, breathless secrets revealed about our feelings, the ones we'd held inside for far too long.
I reached between us and found my aching prick in my fist and brought the tip to Amy's sex. I rubbed the head up and down her pussy, feeling only indistinctly her wet labia as they split beneath the glans. Amy was tiny down there, of course, being just twelve years old and a virgin like she was. The girl had only barely taken my finger, just enough of it so that I could feel for myself the thin barrier of her hymen waiting to be torn. I understood that this would hurt and the fact that it was unavoidable would not appease my sense of apprehension. The idea of making Amy cry was a pain in my chest, but I had to have her. I was selfish, finally, and now it was Amy's turn to surrender.
"Really slow, okay?" I whispered and she wouldn't speak, but only nodded as I found the entrance to Amy's womb and pushed gently.
She hitched a sharp breath and I paused, hardly inside the girl at all. When Amy let the air go I pushed again, harder this time, and covered her mouth with mine. Amy stiffened and I felt her fingernails in my back as she pulled against me. Her knees came up, with her thighs still wide around my hips, and I felt her pussy giving reluctant way before my cock. Her hymen was so close to the entrance that I think just the head of my cock was inside her when I found the passage blocked, the shaft itself was still outside. I paused and gave the girl another breath, kissing her eyes and then taking her as I had to.
"Oh!" she gasped, loud and sharp and that was all. A yelp as much as anything else and I thrust my cock against Amy's hymen. It may have stretched, but only for an instant, and then I was through it. My cock surged several inches deep all at once, surprising both of us, and that was perhaps worse than breaking her hymen had been. Amy shuddered and lifted her head off the mattress, pressing her chin to my shoulder. Her mouth was open and silent, the breath in her small body caught and unable to escape. I pulled back to ease the pressure and Amy collapsed with a soft whoosh of air, and then she was breathing once again.
Amy's eyes were wet and I kissed the salty tears, moving my lips back and forth across her cheeks. I was moving my cock inside her, but no deeper than I'd been before, just a few inches in and out of her pussy. She was nodding and trying to smile and telling me it was okay. Amy loved me still and forgave me, and told me it wasn't so bad. But I didn't believe her and I apologized over and over. It was beautiful though, I must admit honestly, the act of taking Amy's virginity, of bringing her from childhood into adulthood, was a beautiful thing and I loved her for letting me do it.
My cock was moving more easily now and I began to work it deeper, stretching the girl as I found the recesses of her vagina. The soft tissue there was resistant at first, trying to keep me out and we kissed through the pain. Amy's arms were around my neck and she was holding me tightly, pulling me against her. The girl wasn't pushing me away, or fighting the penetration of my cock; she was accepting it and urging me to fill her young pussy completely. Her legs had gone around my waist and her heels dug into my back. When I pushed into her, Amy would pull me hard, her body growing tight like a coiled spring. When I pulled back, the girl would relax and take a deep breath and return my kisses with passion.
After several minutes, as I was about to explode inside my young lover, I found the very bottom of her vagina with my cock. I grunted softly into Amy's mouth and she jerked with surprise when that new and unexpected sensation filled her. I was inside the girl as deeply as I could be and I held her like that, panting as my orgasm erupted inside Amy's trembling body. I couldn't move. The pleasure left me paralyzed as my balls jerked in their sack, my cock feeling twice as large as it could ever possibly be as Amy vaginal muscles clamped down around me. My entire body strained to fill the girl with my useless seed, pouring semen into her willing fertile womb, but knowing that our union was safe and harmless.
Amy was my first girl after my vasectomy and the realization that I couldn't father a child inside the girl I loved so much was a strange and almost bitter sensation. I didn't expect it and I found myself kissing her desperately, apologizing silently for a decision I'd had to make. We couldn't have risked pregnancy in any event, but that wasn't the point. It was something else. A regret, I thought, a momentary disappointment that reached into the unknown future. It became a secret between us then, one that I've kept ever since.
"Did you feel that?" I asked Amy a few minutes later, because it had been a long, very long orgasm after so many hours spent waiting for it.
"Yeah," she nodded, smiling and no longer crying. Her pain had passed, or some of it anyway, and she'd taken me all the way inside her. "It feels nice."
"It's nice for me too," I laughed softly and kissed her again.
"We can do this more, right?" Amy asked me and I nodded.
"Whenever you want to," I agreed. "We're getting married, remember?"
"I love you," she whispered and I wanted to give those words back to her a thousand times over.
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"How are you feeling?" I asked Amy over the phone.
It was the next morning and I hadn't spent the night at the Kings' house. I'd felt nervous and self-conscious when Amy's parents had gotten home. I'd bathed Amy with a washcloth and frowned at the blood, but there wasn't too much, only enough to make me unhappy at the realization that I'd had to hurt her that way. I'd remade her bed, because it was stained, and dressed the girl in panties and a nightgown. I'd thrown the comforter and towels into the washing machine and then lain with Amy, talking about silly and unimportant things until she'd fallen asleep, fighting it as long as she could so that she could stay with me.
I'd cleaned everything, perhaps the way a guilty person feels he has to, but certainly out of a sense of self-preservation as well. I wondered if I wasn't crazy for what I'd done. Jake and Betty were our next door neighbors, my parents' best friends. Amy was like a daughter to my mom and dad and I was like a son to her parents. I'd betrayed them, both of our two families, but another voice told me that I hadn't betrayed Amy. I'd been honest with her and I'd done and said nothing to the girl that wasn't truthful.
It was a comforting thought and one I could live with, but it didn't make it any easier to face our parents and I worried over Amy. Things look different in the morning, sometimes, especially for a young girl waking up alone, feeling the ache between her legs where her virginity had been. I'd hardly slept at all and I knew I should have accepted the offer to sleep over.
"Are you feeling okay?" I repeated my concern and wished I were there, with Amy in her bed. I just wanted to see her and hold her.
"Yeah!" she giggled and shared none of my concern or fear. "I mean, it kinda hurts though. Like I got kicked or something."
"Hmmm," I sighed. "I'm sorry, Amy."
"I'm not," she laughed again. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I said. "I just really miss you."
"Me too," Amy agreed. "My mom asked me how come we made all that popcorn and didn't eat none of it."
"Oh," I laughed. "Uh, I guess I forgot about that. What did you say?"
"Just that we weren't hungry," Amy's voice shrugged. "She said, since when do you gotta be hungry to eat popcorn?"
"Oh man," I rolled my eyes and that was Amy's mom all over.
"She's pretty weird sometimes," Amy decided. "Are ya gonna come over?"
"I want to, yeah, but…" I drew a breath, "I'm not sure what I'd say."
"What do you mean?" Amy asked. "Just come over! I wanna see you!"
"Hmmm, yeah, maybe," I said happily, the enthusiasm in her voice was just tugging at my soul. "I wanna see you too."
"I love you, Jack," she whispered.
"I love you too, Amy," I whispered back.
"You're gonna marry me."
"Yeah, I am," I chuckled. "If you don't change your mind."
"I'm not," she giggled. "Not in a million years!"
"Hmmm…" I teased her. "Probably you're gonna meet some other boy and…"
"I am not!" she gasped. "I told you I loved you like forever already."
"I know," I said. "I'll come over okay? In a little bit, I'll…yeah. I want to see you, Amy."
"Me too," she said softly. "You don't gotta be shy, you know."
"I know," I laughed. "I'll see you in a little bit, okay?"
"Kay," Amy said. "I love you."
"I love you."
I did see Amy, every day until Christmas. I'd go to her house, making excuses at first, and gradually realizing I didn't have to. Jake or Betty, whoever happened to open the door when I knocked, would just smile and yell for Amy, telling her that I was there. We made out every chance we got, usually in her room while we pretended to watch a video. We never went past kissing though, except for some petting through our clothes. It was enough to be with her and just smell her hair and skin, to feel her under my fingers and taste her sweet mouth.
I was in love and so was she and for all our efforts to hide it…
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end of chapter 01