July 9-11

Sara came over at her usual time on Monday and Tuesday but seemed a bit under the weather. After walking Belzer she hadn't wanted to do much of anything. He asked if she felt ok. Her only answer was a wan "I'm okay ... tired is all". Greg let her be. He figured everyone got moody from time to time.

After walking Belzer on Wednesday, Sara was still in a funk. Greg just tried to keep busy with work and let her rest. He was going through financial Q2's when he heard Sara call to him from the bathroom. She sounded... Greg didn't know exactly.

Angry? Upset? No. Embarrassed? Not quite. She sounded... appalled. Greg wondered what could be the matter as he walked to the bathroom. It slowly dawned on him.

"Oh..."

"Oh!"

"Oh, shit!" He said aloud.

Tapping on the bathroom door he asked tentatively, "Sara? You ok? Is it -"

"Yes!" She sounded miserable. "I don't have anything here. Could you go to the store for me?"

Greg broke several traffic laws racing to the drug store. Once there, he was confronted by an entire aisle of ambiguously named and euphemistically described 'feminine hygiene' products. He had no idea which were suitable for someone Sara's age.

Fortunately for Greg a woman his own age noticed his befuddlement, and that he had no wedding ring.

"Your daughter's first?" she asked Greg. 'Single dad?' she thought hopefully.

"Yes. I don't have a clue what to get." The woman helped Greg find the apropriate products. He thanked her effusively but hightailed it back home as quickly as he could.

After Greg supplied her with his new purchases, Sara emerged from the bathroom, mostly embarrassed, a little ashamed. He motioned her to come sit with him.

"Sorry for causing you trouble", she said as she sat beside him.

"Sara, there's nothing to be sorry for. It was going to happen one day." Greg lifted her chin so that they looked into each other's eyes. "You're a woman now." He lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Sara snuggle close to him and then a little peevishly; "Is that going to happen every month?!?" He could hear in her voice the outrage at the injustice of it all!

Greg suppressed a chuckle. "I suppose so, at least for the next 40 years - give or take." More seriously; "Do you feel okay? I know that sometimes women get cramps."

"It's not bad - just a little bit." Sara took his hand and put it low on her stomach. "It feels a little sore here." Greg massaged the spot softly.

"Did your mother tell you about this?" Greg asked. "Did you know it was going to happen?"

"She told me but still..." Sara nuzzled closer to Greg. "I'm glad you were here."

July 12-16

They spent most of the next few days like that. Greg worried over Sara as if she had life threatening illness. Sara was, in turn, flattered and exasperated by his attention - mostly flattered. She had adjusted to it. Her mother had explained most of the intricacies of menstruation and even cried a bit that her little girl was now a woman. To Greg though, it was one of those womanly mysteries. He fussed over her like a mother hen.

Eventually Sara got a little bored by laying around and convinced Greg that she need not be bedridden for a week every month. She even convinced him to go to an amusement park on the weekend. There was a Six Flags nearby, so they spent the day on thrill rides even though Greg continued to worry that such excitements would somehow cause her problems.

"I'm not going to break!" Sara exclaimed after one too many of his cautions. She was exasperated but still thought it was sweet how much he worried about her. Greg noticed neither that nor the thrill rides spoiled her appetite. She ate an enormous amount of amusement park concession food. Sara especially enjoyed the syrupy sweet funnel cakes. She made a mess of it with powdered sugar and sticky syrup on her lips and cheeks. Greg licked a finger and cleaned her up.

"What a mess you're making!" he exclaimed but in that doting voice reserved for Sara. With a sparkle in her eye she took his hand and licked his fingers clean of the sweet residue. Greg was aroused but a little nervous at her boldness in public. He looked about to see if anyone noticed. No one did, of course. To all the world he was a father fussing over his daughter who was simply being precocious. Still he almost melted in those eyes, so alive with happiness. After eating they confined themselves to more sedate attractions.

As they drove home, Sara snuggled close to Greg. She let her one hand lay in his lap as he put his arm around her. They were mostly quiet as the miles slipped by. She had worn jean shorts and a tank top. Sara explained how her mother had told her about 'safe' clothes to wear during that time of the month: dark colors and heavy fabrics.

To Greg it seemed that perhaps her breasts were a little larger. 'Effect of hormones?' he wondered. Sara pulled his arm around her closer. Her one hand grasp a single finger of his, wrapping his arm around her. Her other hand continued to caress his thigh.

Glancing over Greg asked; "Did you have fun?"

"Mmmm, yes. You see? I didn't break. I was thinking though. I guess now I can get pregnant when...."

'When?' Greg noticed she hadn't said 'if'. Of course he didn't think in terms of 'if' either. "I suppose though, it isn't an issue for me. I had a vasectomy."

"Oh" Sara sounded mostly relieved but a little disappointed. "That's good" - not too convincingly. After a pause she said; "I know it sounds silly but I was thinking one day... well... I can't think of anyone who would be a better father; some day." She was clearly thinking a father for a baby of hers.

Greg thought to himself; 'Well, what about that? Where was this going?' He had concluded long ago that fatherhood would never be in the cards, and certainly not with a girl not yet thirteen!

"Vasectomies can be reversed. It doesn't always work but it's a possibility." He said as they both danced around the crux of the matter. "When you have it done and have never had kids the doctors strongly suggest you take precautions, so I have some stored."

"Oh, that's good!" Sara was reassured on both counts. She didn't have to worry about getting pregnant now but one day, she thought. One day...

Sara leaned in close to Greg. Her hand moved up his thigh. She felt the outline of his penis through his pants and began to stroke him slowly. Greg groaned softly and closed his eyes momentarily at the sensation of her hand's motion. He had worn very loose fitting pants and Sara took advantage.

"You're going to make me crash." he said, but Sara was not dissuaded. She put her head in his lap, and blew softly. Greg felt the warmth of her breath through his pants. Sara's attentions brought him to full erection. His free hand stroked and caressed her head. He loved running his fingers through that mass of red curls. Fortunately he wasn't very far from home and Sara was content to merely tease him, for now.

He coasted the car into the garage as Sara continued to play her hands over his lap. Greg leaned over. He never tired of the feeling of his lips pressed to hers. Sometimes they kissed in the passionate urgency of the moment. Times like this it was not so heated, but no less passionate for the. It was the kiss of simple happiness; the contented bliss of intimacy.

The muffled sounds of Belzer expressed his impatience, intruding on their moment. They broke from the kiss, Sara giggling and Greg laughing a little self-consciously at how giddy they made each other feel. Sara thought, not unlike that feeling they got on a roller coaster ride.

"Okay! Let's take care of Belzer before he has puppies." Greg said. Just then Greg's cell phone rung. It was his lawyer. Sara took Belzer out to do his business while Greg took the call. It was good news. The scholarship he had wanted to set up for Sara was in place but in addition it turned out Sara hadn't needed so much assistance.

"It seems the young girl impressed the school." His lawyer explained. "On the basis of her exam results they are not only advancing her by one grade but are offering a partial scholarship of their own. It works out to be about 20% of tuition."

"I can't say I'm surprised", Greg responded. "Will that effect my scholarship?

"No, not at all. Yours will simply cover whatever the school's does not. The family should receive notice shortly." They discussed a few other details and finished up just as Sara returned with a relieved Belzer.

Greg grabbed her about the waist, lifting her off of her feet and spinning her around. He kissed her full on the lips. Belzer circled them trying figure out how to get in on the fun.

Sara was both startled and pleased at his sudden outburst. "What's gotten into you? Good news? Greg was still holding her off the ground. She linked her legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

"I guess you bring it out in me." He kissed her again. His hands cupped her butt, supporting her slight weight. He gazed into those lovely brown eyes. "I'm just happy when you're with me. I almost can't remember what it was like before you."

Sara nuzzled her face against his shoulder and neck. "I know. You changed my life." He could feel the warmth of her cheek on his skin, her lips warm. One hand slid up her back. It was a trifle to support her weight with one hand. With the other he stroked her hair, cradling her head.

After a moment she lifted her head and said softly but preemptorially, "Take me to bed." Greg looked at her questioningly but obliged his little lady. He sat her on the bed. "I just want to lay with you." She wispered.

Greg curled up next to her. "That sounds wonderful." They talked softly about nothing at all. As they did so their hands caressed each other. Sara had unbuttoned his shirt. She loved playing with his chest, feeling the definition of his pectorals, teasing his nipples, ruffling his chest hair. Greg caressed and massaged her lovely butt. It seemed to fit perfectly in his hand.

Sara's hand drifted lower, over his stomach. He was fit but had no 'six pack' abs. There was a little bit of belly there, she thought. All things considered, she preferred that. She liked a little softness. Moving lower she found something that wasn't so soft.

"Ah-ha!" she said, triumphal at her discovery. "What's this?" She stroked his erection through his pants. "Hello there, Mr. Willy. Want to come out and play?" Sara put her ear to his groin as if listening for an answer. "You're trapped? Well then, let's see what we can do about that."

Sara fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. Greg thought to assist her but he was enjoying Sara's touch far too much to interfere. Eyes closed, he felt and heard the 'Zzzzz' sound of his zipper. As she began tugging on his pants he lifted his butt off the bed so that she could slide them down.

Pulling both the pants and underwear down, they snagged on his erection causing Sara to bite her lower lip in determination as she struggled to 'free willy'. She giggled at her own word play. She let out another 'A-ha!' when it sprang free. She tossed his pants across the room and then settled back down, her head on Greg's belly.

Sara let her hand play over his shaft, stroking it lazily. She thought she was getting rather good at knowing what excited Greg. Like, when she did this. She dragged a fingernail along the sensitive underside of the shaft of his penis. Greg sucked in a breath at the stimulation.

"I thought you just wanted to lay down?" Greg asked. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you." He massaged her back with one hand, marveling at the smooth softness of her skin. In one long, slow motion he went from twisting his fingers through the wondrous tangle of copper curls to cupping both cheeks of her butt in one hand.

"I can't help myself. You've corrupted me." She said with a devlish gleam in her eye. With that she kissed the tip of his penis, swirling her tongue around, tasting the slippery precum leaking. Then she popped the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked softly. She thought how perfectly it seemed to fit; how nice it felt. She enjoyed taking him completely for the pleasure it gave him, but that was a lot of effort. This was just so relaxing and she could use her hand to stroke him. Sara flattered herself to think she was getting quite good at this. As if to prove it she slid her hand down to play with his balls.

Greg groaned in affirmation of her talents, glorying in the the feeling of her tiny hands and fingers playing with the loose skin, finding the two little 'turtle eggs' as Sara thought of them. Greg was in heaven. He stretched out languidly, head back, eyes closed as Sara continued to arouse him. He whispered softly; "I love you."

Sara melted when she heard him say those things. She let his cock pop out and took a deep breath before taking him deep into her mouth. She took him a little deeper with each stroke. When he said things like that it didn't seem like so much effort. In a few strokes she was taking him completely.

Greg's hand cupped her head but did not force it, He was content to allow Sara to lead. He mused that she did know what she was doing. After feeling her mouth engulf him completely several times, Sara paused, catching her breath. While doing so she grasped his shaft in his little fist and squeezed. Greg nearly exploded. He would have but for the pressure of her grip. He arched his back, thrusting his engorged cocked up into the air. Sara realxed her grip and began to stroke him furiously. She took the head of his cock into her mouth just as he started to climax.

Sara could tell he was cumming, He tensed and his body went rigid. She could feel his cock spasming in release. A low groan escaped through his clenched teeth. She imagined she could feel his cum surging up his shaft, His cock head twitched in her mouth as he came in her mouth, filling it with his gooey cum. Greg sighed at the release. While the rest of his went lax, his penis twitched in the aftermath of orgasm, the head still in Sara's mouth as she sucked the last of his semen from him.

They lay together for some time. Sara rested head on his belly and watched as his penis transformed from it's once raging erection into this soft little thing she could easily fit into her mouth. As if to test the theory she did so causing Greg to jump a bit at the hypersensitivity of post coitus.

"Com'ere you minx!" Greg said, pulling Sara up to him. She snuggled into the crook of his arm, resting against his shoulder. They kissed, lips touching in that unhurried manner of the afterglow of sex. Together they drifted off to sleep.

Greg woke with a start at Sara getting up. "It's late, I have to get home!" she said as she hurriedly collected up her clothes. He glanced at the clock: almost 11pm.

Greg watched her complacently but protested: "I didn't get the chance to return the favor." He pulled her to him. "Is your period almost finished?"

"Just about, by next weekend for sure. I was thinking. My mother will be gone. I can stay over..." Sara let the question in her voice finish the thought.

"What would you like to do? We could go out." At this point Greg would do anything for Sara.

"Maybe we could stay in? I could cook us dinner."

"That sounds wonderful." But Greg had another idea for a weekend together.