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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
Epilogue
"Are you going over to see Amy again today?" mom asked, spooning some scrambled eggs onto my plate.
"Yeah, I think so," I said cautiously. "It's pretty fun hanging out with her."
"Hanging out with Amy?" dad looked at me over his coffee cup. "That what you call it?"
"Oh shush! And eat your bagel," mom said. "I think it's sweet, Jack and Amy getting along like they are."
"The girl calls fifteen times a day," dad cocked an eyebrow. "The hell you two talk about anyway?"
"Uh, I dunno," I shrugged and gave dad my best grin. "Stuff."
"Stuff," dad nodded. "That figures. You be careful with a girl like that, Jack."
"Why's that?" I wondered, making room as mom sat down at the table with us.
"I'm just saying, you make a promise to a girl like Amy," dad said, "and she won't forget it."
"Promise?" I swallowed hard, wondering where that word had come from.
"Oh, never mind him," mom patted my arm. "Betty told me that Amy adores you. She said Amy just glows now."
"Hmph," dad grunted. "Jack's got himself a little glow too, or haven't you noticed?"
"I do?" I was looking back and forth as my parents seemed to forget I was there.
"I've noticed," mom smiled happily. "So I think you can stop being so grumpy all the time."
"Maybe you oughta pass that ring along," dad suggested. "Before you forget."
"Ring?" I blinked at him.
"Your mother's getting forgetful in her old age," dad said and mom rolled her eyes.
"I haven't forgotten, I was just waiting for the right time," she explained.
"What ring, mom?" I asked.
"Oh, well, I was thinking I'd give you my mother's engagement ring," she said. "It's just a little one, you've seen it. She wanted me to give it to my daughter, but…"
"Grandma's ring?" I narrowed my eyes, not really understanding.
"I just thought that you might want to have it," mom stroked my arm and smiled. "In case you happen to meet the right girl and, you know…"
"Oh," I nodded slowly.
"Course it might be too big for the right girl," dad chuckled and looked at me. "Your grandma Pruitt had some big fingers, Jack."
"Oh shush!" mom slapped at his shoulder. "Mama didn't have big fingers. And if it's too big, well, I'm sure Jack can take it to a jeweler. Right?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, realizing suddenly that mom was talking to me again. "I guess I can."
"I'll get it out and…Say, why don't you show it to Amy?" mom suggested. "She might like to see it."
"Amy?" I swallowed hard and understanding was coming, but only slowly. It was a very strange situation.
"Good idea," dad agreed. "Better find a box for it though."
"Hmmm…" mom nodded and I was wondering if I was still asleep.
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"Jack," Mr. King opened the door the day after Christmas and I would never, ever forget it. "Just the man I was looking for."
"Uh, okay," I smiled and kicked the bit of snow that had fallen the night before off my shoes. Jake waited patiently while I stepped inside and removed them, as was the custom in both our houses.
"Have a seat," Mr. King gestured towards the sofa in the living room and the house was strangely quiet, although I knew Betty and Amy were both home.
"Yes sir," I cleared my throat and my heart was going then.
Some adrenaline hitting me as I sensed something out of the ordinary was going on and I had plenty of reason to fear anything that wasn't normal. The ring in my pocket merely added to my unease. My mom had insisted I bring it with me on my visit to Amy that afternoon, and exactly what I was supposed to do still confused me. Common sense told me I couldn't just show Amy the ring. I'd have to give it to her. And then I'd have to explain why to our parents, and then…
"You may not know it, Jack, but I'm a big history buff," Jake said after he was comfortable in his recliner.
"I…I didn't know that," I said, sitting on the edge of the sofa and trying to find something for my nervous hands to do with themselves.
"Yep," he nodded. "Frontier history mostly, you know, before the revolution. Daniel Boone, men like that. Fascinating stuff."
"Sure, yeah," I agreed.
"You know, back in those days, people grew up quick," he said. "They had to, see? People didn't live as long. There was a lot of work to do. A lot of land and not enough people."
"Uh…" I shrugged, feeling rather lost.
"So a man like yourself, young and strong, he'd often find himself staking a claim in the wilderness," Jake continued. "Clear some land and build a cabin, plant some crops and get some livestock maybe."
"Sure," I nodded.
"He'd have to find himself a wife too and in those days, well…" he chuckled, "…it isn't like today, I'll tell you that much. Once a girl was old enough to have babies, she was old enough for the wedding bed, you know what I mean?"
"Ahhh…"
"A girl sixteen years old would be an old maid if she wasn't careful," Mr. King said. "Thirteen was a good age for a wife, generally."
"I…Mr. King…" I swallowed hard.
"Even twelve wasn't so bad, if the girl was smart, you know?" he smiled at me. "But things change. We got satellite TV now. We got supermarkets and microwave ovens. Hell, son, we even got remote controlled lawnmowers. You seen those?"
"What? No…Um…"
"Ahhh," he waved a hand at me. "Don't matter much anyway, except to say I wish I lived in those days instead of these. Bet you do too, huh, Jack?"
"I…"
"Considering you want to marry my little girl," he finished, staring hard into my eyes. "Or was that just a lot of talk to get her panties off?"
"Uh…" I was burning up, red as a sunset and just as low. "Mr. King, I…I love Amy."
"Okay," he said, cocking his head like he was waiting for more and anything I could think of to say was just going to dig my grave that much deeper, I was sure.
"I, uh, I'm not trying to hurt her," I said, clearing my throat and telling myself I had to speak up. "I promised to marry Amy on her eighteenth birthday and…Yeah. I said I would."
"And you didn't feel like talking to me about it first?" Jake asked, making it sound like that would have been the reasonable thing for me to do before fucking his only daughter.
"I'm sorry, I…" I blinked rapidly and swallowed hard and I had no clue what he wanted from me except maybe some misery before I died.
"Back in the day, a man wouldn't even talk to the girl he fancied," Mr. King said. "He'd go to her father and ask for her hand. Ask for permission to court the girl, understand?"
"Yes sir," I nodded.
"So?" he looked at me and it took a second to realize what he wanted.
"Uh, Mr. King," I said slowly. "I'd, uh, I'd like permission to…court…Amy. If that would, um, be okay. With you. Sir."
"Good," Mr. King actually smiled and leaned forward so quickly I actually jerked back, thinking he was about to hit me. "I'll give you my permission, Jack, so long as you don't ever give my little girl cause to cry."
"Yes sir," I said, feeling numb by this point.
"Again, I mean," he almost smiled. "I understand the first time is a little…You know."
"Uh…" I swallowed so loud they probably heard it in Japan.
"You hurt my little girl, Jack," he said softly, "and I'll come looking for you."
"I'd never hurt her," I promised and that was an easy one to make and I gave the man my eyes, wanting him to see the truth there.
"Well then," he shrugged and extended his hand, "that settles it, don't it?"
"I…Yeah," I agreed, shaking the man's hand and he had a strong grip, believe me. "I guess it does."
"Welcome to the family, boy," Mr. King said. "I'm damn proud of ya."
"Jack! I'm so happy for you," Betty's smile was overpowering as she filled the room. She must have been around the corner listening and I wondered where Amy was.
"Hi," I blinked at her and flexed my fingers with a small grimace.
"Was Jake being mean?" she frowned at her husband and Mr. King gave me an apologetic look. "He was just teasing you."
"They call that man talk, woman," Jake clarified, and I had little doubt he meant what he'd said about making Amy cry. "But, I'm sorry if I came on a little too strong there."
"Uh, no…Um, that's…Okay," I nodded.
"We just knew that once you and Amy got together…" Betty was saying.
"What?" I blinked at the woman.
"…you'd realize that you're just perfect for each other!" Betty continued. "Jake didn't believe us and your father, well…" she rolled her eyes, "…you know how he is."
"I don't understand," I said. "He didn't believe who?"
"Well, your mother and I, of course!" Betty laughed and she had me by the arm, pulling me out of the room and towards the stairs. "Amy was so worried that you didn't like her, she was almost in tears the night you came over."
"She…Was?" I felt sorta dizzy.
"Oh yes, Jack!" Betty shook her head at her daughter's silly behavior. "I told her all she had to do was be herself. That you're the man she's meant for."
"And my mom and dad…"
"Your mother and I saw it a long time ago, when you were just a little boy and Amy was a baby," Betty said. "We decided then that you and Amy were going to be married someday. Don't ask me how we knew…We just did! Mothers always know!"
"But she's only twelve," I said, climbing the stairs slowly.
"But you're not!" Betty said matter of factly. "You're eighteen already, almost nineteen, and we weren't going to wait around for you to marry someone else."
"You weren't?"
"Nope," she grinned at me, tugging my arm impatiently. "It was now or never, Jack. I can't tell you how happy we all are. Even your father."
"My dad…"
"He thought you were a little, uh…Light in the loafers," Betty giggled. "But now he knows. You just needed to meet the right girl."
"Right," I nodded and this was like a really weird dream.
"Anyway, until you have to go back to college, you just stay here with Amy, okay?" Betty smiled and we were standing outside Amy's bedroom door. "Or, she can stay over with you too. We don't mind, Jack. We know you love her."
"Stay with me?" I asked.
"You're engaged now," Betty said happily. "We're not so old that we forgot what it's like to be in love. We'd rather have her safe and warm and in her bed with you, than sneaking out into the snow some night."
"Sneaking out?" I laughed and Betty was already opening the bedroom door. "I'd never let…"
"Amy?" Betty smiled. "Jack's here. He's going to spend the night, I think."
"Jack!" Amy made me forget about everything else as she bounced off her bed and literally jumped into my arms.
Whatever I might have expected, it wasn't to be holding an armful of wriggling, half-naked twelve year old girl in front of her mother. Amy didn't seem to care at all and she was kissing me eagerly, pressing her mouth to mine and pushing her tongue between my lips. Her arms were around my neck and I'd had no choice except to catch her butt in my hands. I held her up as Amy's legs went around my waist and my cock was the only part of me not confused. It was hard as a rock just then.
"I thought I told you to get dressed before Jack came over," Betty was saying and Amy was only wearing a pair of thin white panties and a faded t-shirt, baby blue and tight around her body. She was unbelievably sexy and the idea that her mother was watching me cuddle this little girl was startling with its pleasure.
"I'm not sore anymore," Amy said, ignoring her mother as she smiled into my face. "It feels good down there again."
"Well, she's your problem now," Betty shrugged. "You'd better get used to it. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
"Uh, okay…" I smiled at Betty and she gave me a kiss on the cheek as Amy watched and giggled.
"Welcome to the family, Jack," Betty said and then lowered her voice slightly. "And be gentle. She's still sore, no matter what she says."
"Mom!" Amy pouted and then looked at me. "I'm not that sore and anyway, you're gonna kiss me down there again, right? That felt so good!"
"Uh…" I smiled sheepishly at Amy's mother and she just smiled and closed the door behind her.
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end of Amy's Proposal