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Sara1.txt   Mf, teen, cons, rom, opening of story, no sex

by: kool777

Disclaimer:  Please note that the material you are about to read is erotica 
and has sexual content between an adult man and a teenage girl.  If this type 
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Thank you.  Enjoy!



"Sara"

Chapter 1:

From the moment I saw her, I wanted her.  From the moment we talked, I knew I 
loved her.  Her name was Sara.  We met when my sister brought her home from 
school her freshman year of high school.  They were working on some project 
together.  I was sitting in my usual spot on the lazyboy with my notebook 
computer on my lap and the TV on.  I was working on a paper for my Abnormal 
Psychology class.  I hated the fact that at 21, I was still living at home - 
I couldn't afford to live by myself.  But that day, I was very glad to be 
home.  

My scrawny sister Mae came through the door.  I said to her, "Hi Squirt!"  
"Hello, Loser!" was her response.  That's when Sara walked in.  The first 
thing I noticed about her was her long blonde hair.  It went all the way down 
to her cute little butt.  When she turned to face me, time seemed to slow 
down like in one of those corny, sappy romance movies where every strand of 
gold seemed to float around.  Her face seemed to be illuminated.  She had the 
most angelic, most beautiful face I'd ever seen.  And her eyes...her eyes 
were the defining features on her face.  They were the brightest green eyes 
I'd ever seen.  They didn't look like they could be real.   

Apparently, time had only slowed for me b/c my sister shouted at me: "Tom, 
stop staring at my friend!"  

"Was I staring? I'm sorry. It's just that..." I sat up and put the computer 
on the coffee table.  "I've never seen eyes so green before.  Please don't be 
offended, but are they real or do you have contacts?"  Sara looked me in the 
eyes and blushed.  My sister just rolled her eyes.

"They're real!" she chimed, "100% au naturel!"  Her voice didn't sound like 
that of a fifteen year old.  In fact, Sara simply seemed to emanate maturity 
- she seemed to have an old soul.  

"Since my sister is always the improper lady and does not introduce her 
friends to others, let me -" That's when Mae broke in...

"Sara, this is my brother Tom.  Tom, this is my new friend Sara."  

I reached out to shake her hand.  Our first touch was electric, literally.  
When we shaked hands, we both received a very intense shock.  Apparently, I'd 
built up some static electricity while walking across the room.  But neither 
of seemed to mind.  All I was focusing on was how delicate and soft her hand 
was and how beautiful those eyes were.  

"C'mon, Sara" Mae said and tugged on Sara's free arm.  "Let's go work on that 
project for History."  "Ok," Sara said and we broke our ocular embrace.  

While walking away, I took in the rest of her.  Sara had a very petite body.  
She must have stood 5' and could have only weighed 95 pounds or so.  But she 
wasn't scrawny like my sister.  Sara's hips were starting to develop and so 
were her breasts.  That's when reality hit me.  Oh my god! I've just hit on a 
15 year old!  What am I doing!?  I'm not a pedophile!  But Sara wasn't a 
child!  She was a young (sure, very young) woman.  But still, she was my 
sister's friend.  And since I understood that for teenage girls, friends are 
their whole world, I decided at that point, that no matter how much I wanted 
to, I would not act on my feelings.

Well, Sara started coming over quite frequently, about once every other day.  
When she came in, I'd say hi.  But I also started taking her back to her 
house late in the evening.  I was very glad that my sister always came along, 
otherwise I might have pounced on Sara.  But, during those 10 minute rides, 
Sara would always sit up front with me and she and Mae and I would talk about 
current events, life and all sorts of things.  I would tell jokes and she 
would laugh and always seemed to have a gleam in her eyes when I looked over 
at her.  Sara would also tell jokes and give her opinion on things.  I 
enjoyed those 10 minute trips.  I found that Sara was not only beautiful, but 
she was also intelligent, articulate and witty.  I wanted her even more.

One Thursday night, Sara decided she wanted to go home early at around 6pm.  

"Hey, Mae, you coming?" I asked.  "Nah, you two can go alone.  I trust you.  
Plus, I don't want to go outside right now, it's TOO cold!" was her response.

My heart swelled and a swarm of butterflies congregated in my stomach.  

"Ok, be back in a bit." I said.  "See ya Sara, have fun!" Mae shouted as Sara 
and I were walking out the door.

There was silence in the car for the first few minutes.  Finally, I worked up 
the courage to talk: 	"Hey, Sara, now...don't take this the wrong way, 
please, but why do you hang out at our house so much?  I'd think a pretty 
girl like you would be out on dates every other night."

"Nah...the guys at school don't pay much attention to me.  They go after all 
the girls with the big boobs...why do you ask? Don't you want me coming 
around so much?" Sara asked.

"No-no...that's not it at all.  I like having you around.  I've especially 
enjoyed all these car rides with you.  You're smart, funny and very 
beautiful."  There, I'd let it all out in the open.  I really didn't know 
what would happen.  I looked over at her.  She was blushing.

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes, I do.  You're a very beautiful young woman.  Heck, if I was younger, 
no...actually, if I'd met you someplace else but my house, I would have asked 
you out on a date.  I wouldn't have known that you were only 15."

"Actually, I'm only 14.  I skipped a grade.  You'd ask me out?  Really?"

"Sure.  I'd do it right now too...but, you're my sister's friend.  And I 
really don't want to interfere with your friendship.  Going out might make 
things weird."

Sara had this huge grin on her face.  "What?" I asked her.  "Why do you have 
such a big smile on your face?"

"Well...." Sara drew it out.  "I actually talked to Mae about this...and at 
first she said she felt weird that one of her friends was interested in her 
brother...but then she said that she did think that you were pretty cool and 
that we would make a nice couple."

She admitted she was interested in me!  I felt 14 again... "Mae said that? 
Wow...she didn't tell me about it."

"Of course not, silly!" Sara laughed.  She had such an angelic, contagious 
laugh.

I pulled into a gas station that we were just about to pass. 

"What are you doing?" Sara asked.

"Well, I normally don't do serious things when I'm driving.  It's too 
distracting and can be dangerous.  Which is why, I pulled in here."  I parked 
the car. "OK...now Sara...I don't even know your last name." I admitted.

"It's Molin...Sara Molin."  

"OK, Sara Molin, would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"YES!" she exclaimed.  Then, reality hit me again.  I was 21 and she was only 
14...not even 15 like I'd thought.  When reality hit, I frowned.

"What's wrong?" Sara asked.  

"Well...reality just hit me.  I'm 21 and you're 14.  Not only are you not 
legal, but how would we date at all?  I mean, your parents wouldn't like you 
dating a 21 year old."

"Actually, my parents don't want me dating at all...but, what they and the 
law don't know can't hurt them or me or you...and believe me, they won't find 
out until we're good and ready to tell them."

"But still...that leaves the issue of me actually taking you out..."

"Tom!  I thought you were smarter than that!" She exclaimed with a sly grin.  
"That's what your sister's for, silly!"  

"Oooh..." 

"And you know what!  We can have our first date tonight!  My parents don't 
expect me home until 9:30." 

 "But what if they call?"

"Mae's got that covered.  She's usually on the phone all night anyway, so she 
has the phone.  And if they call, she can call you on your cell phone!"
I was amazed.  "You've really thought this out, haven't you?"

"But of course, have to have all the bases covered!"

"But..."

Sara frowned.  "Don't you want to go out with me?"

"Yes, I do...but..."

She must have read my mind.  "Like I said before, Tom, what my parents, your 
parents, and the police don't know can't hurt them, me or YOU."

"Wow!" I smiled.  "I like you even more now!"  Sara blushed again.  "So, 
where would you like to go on our first date, Sara Molin?"

"I don't know, how about Perkins, Tom Styles?"

So that was where we went.  We joked around and talked about serious things 
too.  I told her how I wanted to become a clinical psychologist and help 
people work out problems,  and especially work with families to help build 
strong, healthy families where kids could grow up with love and acceptance.  
Sara told me of how she wanted to play violin for a professional orchestra 
and do some acting at local theaters.  The more she and I talked, the more I 
saw that she truly did have an old soul, and the more I grew to love her.

Before we knew it, it was 9:15.  "Jeez, time to take you home little girl." I 
told her.

"Are you taking me to my house or to YOUR house?" Sara asked with a huge 
smile on her face.

"Don't tempt me!" I told her.  God, I wanted her.  I paid the bill and held 
the door for her as we walked out of Perkins.  And then, all of a sudden, 
while walking to the car, I found that we were holding hands.  I don't 
remember if I reached for hers first or if she took the initiative.  All I 
remember is that my hands were clammy like a teenage boy on his first date.

We broke contact when after I opened the car door for her and had to go to 
the driver's side.  But, when in the car, we held hands again.  And we drove 
silently to her house.  

"S..s..sara...jeez, I'm stuttering!  I feel like a 14-year old!" I said.

"Yes," she responded, looking into my eyes with those beautiful green eyes. 

"May I give you a goodnight kiss?" I asked timidly.

"Since you've been such a gentleman tonight, Mr. Styles, you may." Sara said 
in a fake southernly lady's voice.

My hands cupped her cheeks.  I carressed her face with my fingers and brought 
her close to me and I kissed her.  Her lips were soft and warm and wet.  It 
was a delectable first kiss.  I opened my lips and my tongue gently flicked 
at her lips.  Sara opened her lips and I breathed in her essence.  I was 
mesmerized.  She looked at the clock.

"Oh, shit! It's 9:30...gotta go."

"Do this again tomorrow?" I asked.

"Well, of course silly!" she responded.

...to be continued...	

	
Post:  sara02.txt  Mf, teen, rom, cons

by: kool777

Disclaimer:  Please note that the material you are about to read is erotica 
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Copyright:  This story is copyrighted by the original author.  You have 
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Thank you.  Enjoy!




"Sara"

Chapter 2:

The next 24 hours were grueling.  I couldn't concentrate at all in any of my 
classes.  Luckily, I didn't have any tests.  I'm sure I would have failed 
them all.

When my sister came home with Sara, I wanted to just go and give Sara a hug 
and kiss.  But I didn't b/c my mother was right behind them.  Sara and I just 
looked in each other's eyes.  I was entranced by her eyes.  

"Hi Mae, hi Sara, hi Mom."  I tried to not be too obvious that the only one 
that mattered at all was Sara.   Sara and Mae went up to Mae's room as usual.  
When she was going up the stairs, I noticed that Sara was wearing a button-
down shirt and a skirt that went down to just above her knees.  I got an 
instant hardon as my perverted mind said, "MMmmmm...easy access!"  I hit 
myself on the head for having such a solely lustful thought.  I mean, I 
really liked...no, I was in love with Sara.  I'd known that since I first met 
her.

Six o'clock could not come by fast enough.  "OK, Mae.  I'm gonna go now." I 
heard Sara say.  "See ya later, Sara." Mae responded.

I grabbed my keys.  We didn't say a thing as we walked out the door.  Our 
hands just latched onto each other and we both just stared at each other.  We 
didn't say a word as we got into the car...our hands just found each other 
again.  I drove down about 6 blocks and then pulled to the side.  I reached 
over and pulled Sara to me and kissed her.  

"You don't know how much I've wanted to do that since you came into the 
house."

"Mmmm...ditto" was her only response.

"So, where to tonight?" I asked.  When she didn't respond, I suggested: "How 
about some fast food and a walk in the park?"

"Sounds great!"

We got to the park, ate our dinner.  We walked for hours, hand in hand, 
talking about how we both loved nature and how the world needed to make major 
changes otherwise, the earth would turn into a barren wasteland like Mars.  
We stopped on a small bridge over a small stream that ran through the park.  
I kissed Sara and held her to me.  When I did this, my cock, having a mind of 
its own, decided it wanted to get ready for action and so I had this hard on.  
And I was still holding Sara as it slid up my pant leg.  I knew she could 
feel it.  She looked me in the eyes, smiled slyly and kissed me again.  I 
held her tightly to me and made sure she could feel my hardon.  We then 
walked to a park 
bench on the side of the stream.

"Sara, come here and sit on my lap like a good little girl." I teased her.

"Oooh...what are you gonna do to me if I don't? Hmmm???" She teased back and 
danced around the bench holding the hem of her skirt.  I could swear she was 
raising the hem ever so slightly higher up her thigh.

"Hmmm...I don't know.  What's a good punishment for a naughty little girl?" 

"Oh no! You're not gonna spank me are you?" She feigned fear.  I liked this 
game.

"I just might have to do that!" I exclaimed and reached for her arm.

"You'll have to catch me first, old man!" She shouted and took off.  I chased 
her.  We played this game for a few minutes.  She'd slow down.  I'd speed up.  
I'd grab a piece of her hair and she'd be off again.  Finally, I decided to 
stop the game.  I tackled her.  We went tumbling to the ground and rolled 
over a few times.  When we stopped, I was on top. 

"I've got you!" I told her.

"Oh, no you don't!" She shot back.  I don't know how she did it, but she 
turned us over so that I was now on the ground and she was on her hands and 
knees straddling me.  

"Ha!" She exclaimed in victory.  It was then that I noticed that during our 
tumbling, her skirt had ridden up her thighs and her white, floral panties 
were in plain view for anyone to see.  I seized the opportunity.

"Dear, you might have me," I told her.  "But now, I've got you!" Then I put 
my hands on her succulent ass cheeks.  It was only for a moment though, b/c 
she shrieked and my hands came off and she jumped up and pulled her skirt 
down.  I thought to myself, Shit!  I went too far!  I got up and began 
apologizing.

"Sara, I'm so sorry.  I shouldn't have done that.  It was very 
inappropriate."

"Silly Tom!" She said to me.  "Did you hear me complaining?"

"But you shrieked!" I told her.  We began walking towards a park bench.

"Because my undies were out in the open for God and anyone passing by to 
see!" She explained.  

I was still feeling guilty.  "I still shouldn't have grabbed your butt 
though..."

"Like I said before Tom, I didn't mind you grabbing my butt.  In fact, it 
felt kind of nice!"  Sara smiled and grabbed my face and kissed me. "But..." 
she continued. 

"But, what?" I asked.

"Next time, we should be more careful.  I don't want you getting in trouble 
if anyone sees!" 

"Note to self, bring surveillance equipment on next date." I joked.

"Tom, I'm serious!" 

"I know, Sara.  You know how I make jokes out of everything."

"I know.  That's one of the things I like most about you!"  I must have 
blushed because she continued.  "Look!  I made you blush! You're so 
cute!...you're blushing more!" 

I pulled her to me and kissed her.  "You're always so considerate and always 
think ahead.  That's one of the things I like most about you!" She blushed.  

"Ha!  Now you're blushing too!"

"Come here you!" Sara said and kissed me.  Just then, a couple of 8 or 9 year 
old boys were riding their bikes right pass us and they were staring directly 
at us.  

"Shit!" we both said at the same time.  "Let's..." Sara started the sentence 
and I finished it: "go to the car!"  We got up, walked calmly to the car, got 
in and drove off.

"Shit!" I said again when we were out of the park.

"Like I said before, we need to be more careful." Sara stated.

"Well, you know," I started, "we wouldn't have this problem if you weren't so 
damned gorgeous and sexy!"  There.  I said it.  I brought it out into the 
open.  I said the word sex.

Sara blushed.  "Y..you think I'm sexy?"

Well of course!  Wasn't it obvious on the bridge?" I decided to bring 
everything into the open.

She smiled and snickered.  "Ummm...yeah.  I noticed...how COULDN'T I 
notice...I'm just lucky girls' bodies don't do anything like 
that...otherwise..." She put her hands in her face, surprised by her own 
admission.  "Oh, my god!  Did I just say what I thought I said?"

"Yup...sounds like it!" I smiled and my cock came back to life.  I had to 
shift in my seat to let it get into a comfortable position.  Sara must have 
noticed because she slyly looked me in the eyes, then her quickly went down 
to my crotch and back up again.  She then just sat there, smiling, and began 
whistling.  

"Yes, you just saw that." I admitted.

"Like I said before, I'm just lucky girls don't...ANYWAY!  What do you want 
to do now?" She tried to change the subject.  She was squirming in her seat.
I had to see if we could take things further, so I suggested that we go to 
Pierce Park and go for another walk - that we could both use the fresh air.  
She agreed. When we got to the park it was right around 8pm.  It was quite 
dark out and there weren't any other cars by where I decided to park.  

I turned off the headlights, shut down the engine and was getting ready to 
get out of the car when Sara said, "You know, it's pretty cold out right now.  
Why don't we just stay in the car and talk and stuff?"  

I agreed.  "What would you like to talk about?" I asked.

Sara didn't seem to want to start, but she finally did.  "Well...since we're 
kinda on the subject...I wanted to ask you something kinda personal..."

"Shoot away." 

"Well...ummm...how much experience do you have?"

I knew what she was asking about, but, always being the kidder, I said: 
"Experience at what?  Experience in school, I have 15 years of experience.  
At driving, I have 5 years experience." Sara got annoyed.  She just gave me 
this dirty look.  She didn't have to say a word.  
"Ok...ok...sorry...kidding...just kidding.  So...you want to know how many 
partners I've had?"

"Yes...plus other things too."

"Well, I'll be frank and honest with you, since I believe we must always be 
honest  about sex, especially with all the diseases and things.  I've had 4 
sexual partners, all women I must say, b/c you never can know these days, 
right?"  That did put a smile on her face.  "They were all in the context of 
an intimate relationship.  I've never had a one-night stand and don't plan on 
ever doing something so stupid.  OK...now your turn,Sara."

"My turn?  Well...ummm..." she seemed to hesitate.  "I've never had sex 
before...but I don't have a" she made two quotation marks with her fingers, " 
'cherry' because of gym classes."

"Which is quite normal..." I interjected.

"Umm...I've only kissed one other boy but you and that was last 
year...and..." 
Sara started to get emotional. "...and...tried to put his hand in my shirt, 
but I didn't like him that much so I pushed him away.  He said I was a tease 
and told all his friends at school..." she was sobbing, I pulled her to me.  
"That's why no one's been interested in me."

"You know, Sara, I'm kinda glad about that.  It's selfish, but I'm glad you 
didn't have a boyfriend b/c then you would have never even looked at me and I 
would have never had the chance to get to know what a wonderful person you 
are."

Sara looked me in the eyes and sobbed some more.  "I'm glad too, Tom...I love 
you."

"I love you too Sara," I told her.  I kissed her.  "I've loved you since I 
first met you that day you came into my house.  When I reached out and shook 
your hand and a bolt of electricity went through both of us."  

"Oh, Tom, you make me so happy!"  

"I want to hold you," I told her.  "Let's go into the back seat so that I can 
hold you in my arms.  Don't worry, we won't do anything you're not 
comfortable with."

She agreed.  I got into the back seat after pushing up the bucket driver's 
seat as far as it would go.  I sat down on the seat in a semi-sideways 
fashion.  Sara crawled in sat down in front of me and lay back so that she 
was in my arms.  I put my arms around her chest and pulled her to me.  I 
gently kissed her earlobes and neck and kissed her ripe lips.  

"Sara..."I said.  "Yes," she responded.  

"May I touch your breasts," I asked.  Her only response was that her hands 
grabbed my hands and placed them over her still-developing breasts.  I gently 
massaged her B-cup tits in my hands.  She moaned quietly.  I moved my hands 
up and down her body, caressing her outer thighs, her flat stomach and back 
to her tits.  I could feel her nipples through her shirt and the material of 
her bra.  I needed more.  I began unbuttoning her shirt.  She simply kept on 
moaning.  

"May I?" I asked her as my hand touched the skin of her chest right beneath 
her shirt.

"Mmmm...Hmmm.."she replied.

My hand moved under her shirt, under her bra.  I began to knead and massage 
her breast in tiny little circles.  Her flesh was soft and warm to the touch.  
She moaned as I continued my ministrations.  My hand made its way to her 
erect nipple.  I massaged it with the flat part of my hand and then, still 
being in a playful mood, I pinched her nipple between my thumb and 
forefinger.  

The moment I did that Sara's entire body stiffened.  She stayed like that for 
almost a minute.  I looked at her face and it seemed to be filled with fear.  
Her eyes were blank and she was just staring straight ahead.  I asked her 
what was wrong, but she wouldn't reply.  It was as if she couldn't hear me at all.  
Something was terribly wrong.  I sat up straight and pulled her up with me, 
supporting her body otherwise she would have simply slid onto the floor mats 
of the back seat.  I shook her.

"Sara, what's wrong? C'mon, you're scaring me Sara!"  

I kept shaking her.  She finally came to and immediately, her hands 
frantically went to her shirt and bra, placing her bra back in place and 
buttoning up her shirt.  She got up off me and opened the door and got out.  

"I've gotta go Tom."  She grabbed her coat and put it on and grabbed her 
backpack.

"Wait a second, Sara.  What just happened there?" I asked as I jumped out of 
the car to her side.

"I've just gotta go Tom.  My house isn't too far away.  I'll just walk home 
from here.  Th.."

"No, Sara."  I grabbed her by the shoulders.  "I'm not going to let you walk 
home alone right now.  Get in the car, I'll take you home."

"But..."

"Sara, please!  Just let me drive you home."

She acquiesced and got back in the car.  It became quite apparent she wasn't 
going to talk to me anymore that night.  I drove her home in silence.  She 
didn't even look at me.  She just stared ahead with that blank stare again.  
When we got to her house, she didn't say goodbye.  She simply got out of the 
car and ran to her front door.  

I didn't see her again for 3 weeks.

to be continued...






Post:  sara03.txt  Mf, teen, rom, cons

by: kool777

Disclaimer:  Please note that the material you are about to read is erotica 
and has sexual content between an adult man and a teenage girl.  If this type 
of material is illegal in your area or if you are underage, please do not 
scroll down any further.   By reading on further, you acknowledge that you 
are of age and it is not illegal to read this type of material in your area.  

Copyright:  This story is copyrighted by the original author.  You have 
permission to print hard copies and to make electronic copies of this story 
so long as the story is in its entirety including the above disclaimer and 
this copyright notice.  If you are a collector and wish to post this story 
to your archive, please contact the author before you do so.  Thank you.  
Enjoy!











"Sara"

Chapter 3:

The next day, when my sister came home, Sara wasn't with her.  Mae seemed 
very upset.  She pulled me to the side when mom went into the kitchen.

"What did you do to Sara?  She's avoided me all day!  She won't even talk to 
me!" Mae hushedly screamed at me.

"I didn't do anything!" I lied, but she could see it in my face.  

"Oh my god!  I should have known.  My brother the pervert!  What were you 
thinking?  She's only 14!"

"I don't know what happened!  She just freaked out on me!"

"Well, DUH!" Mae yelled at me in disgust and walked away.  

I still didn't know why Sara had suddenly turned to stone.  She seemed to be 
enjoying my touch, but then...what did I do wrong?  She seemed to be 
encouraging my every move.  Had I interpreted her signals wrong?  Was she 
trying to politely ask me to stop instead?  What was I thinking?  She's only 
14!  But still...the way she reacted just didn't fit what was going on.  She 
didn't get angry with me.  She didn't push my hand away.  She just froze, 
like a terrified deer in the headlights of a car that's about to crush it.  
That's when it hit me.  Sara must have been molested and hurt some point in 
her life.  


In my abnormal psychology class, I had just read about how traumatic events 
can cause someone to react very abnormally when those memories are somehow 
triggered.  I had been gentle, but at the end, I had pinched her nipple.  It 
wasn't a very hard pinch, but it must've been enough.  Sara had been telling 
me how that boy had put his hand in her shirt.  Could that have been it?  She 
probably wasn't telling me the whole story.  

Oh my god!  How stupid could I be?!  Why did I try to rush things so much?  
She's only 14!  

I let myself sit in my own self-pity for a while, still rehashing the events 
of the night before.  Still wondering.  

I needed to know.  But more than that, I needed to know if Sara was ok.  She 
wouldn't even talk to Mae, so I knew she'd just be a brick wall with me as 
well.  So, I decided to write her a letter:

   My Dear Sara,

   I'm sorry.  I wish that I knew a hundred languages so that I could say 
   "I'm sorry" to you a hundred different ways.  I'm sorry for rushing things 
   with you physically.  I should have known better and should have been able 
   to control myself more.  

   I don't know what happened inside you.  All I know is that when you froze 
   up, I was so scared for you.  I didn't know what to do.  I felt helpless.  
   It must have been even worse for you.  There was this look of fear in your 
   eyes that I've never seen before.  Like I said, I don't know what happened 
   inside you.  But I do know this: It hasn't affected how I feel about you.  
   I care for you and love you, Sara.  

   I couldn't sleep at all last night.  I just lay on my bed thinking about 
   what had happened, regretting rushing things.  I realized today that 
   something must have happened to you -- something that you did not deserve, 
   that some evil person had inflicted on you.  I don't know what that is.  
   And you don't ever have to tell me.  All I know is this: whatever happened 
   to you will not affect how I feel about you.  I love you, Sara.  No matter 
   what it was, I will not leave you or hate you or think that you are a 
   terrible person.  I love you, Sara.  
   
   When I saw you that first day, it seemed like I'd always known you.  It 
   seemed that we were meeting again after years apart.  There was a glimmer 
   in your eyes...a glimmer of a star light-years away whose light had 
   finally reached earth only years ago -- a light that I'd seen in my 
   childhood when I lay on my back in my yard at night just gazing at the 
   stars.  It was only a faint light.  But through the years, I've found that 
   star again and again, and every time, it seemed to be brighter than 
   before.  Then, that day, I saw the glimmer of my star in your eyes.  Now, 
   believe this or not, but I have not been able to locate my star in the sky 
   since I've met you.  I believe that's because you are my star.  You are my 
   gift from heaven.  That I love you, is the most true thing I know.  No 
   matter what happened to you, it will never affect how I feel about you.  I 
   will never leave you of my own free will.  

   Sara, I want to be with you.

   Love,

   Tom

	
I put my letter in an envelope and asked Mae to give it to Sara.  

"But she goes in the opposite direction every time she sees me!" Mae 
protested.

"I don't care.  Just give it to her, please."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do."

A week went by.  "Mae, did you give Sara my letter?" I asked her.

"Yes, I did it last week.  I gave her the letter, told her it was from you.  
She looked at it, then put it in her backpack and ran away from me.  You 
know, she still hasn't talked to me yet."

Another week went by.  I'd been laying in the house in a depressed stupor.  

"Having problems with that girl, Sara, eh Tom?" my mother asked startling me 
from my gaze at the wall.  Did my mother know?  I acted dumb: "Hmm?"

"You know Tom, I'm not stupid.  I do live in this house.  And ever since your 
father died, I've been paying even closer attention to you kids than I did 
before.  I saw that look in your eyes when she first walked into this house.  
And just to let you know, I have no problems with you dating her.  Just don't 
do anything stupid!  Now, what's the matter?"

I gave in.  It was obvious she knew: "Well...Sara hasn't talked to me or 
anything these past two weeks."

"I kinda noticed that she wasn't coming around anymore.  Now, I'm not going 
to ask you what happened, because I know you like your privacy.  I will tell 
you this though: things will work out in their own time.  If it's meant to 
be, it will happen.  Let her sort things out.  She'll come around and see how 
wonderful a person you are!  Just give her some time and space."

"Like I have a choice!"  I threw up my arms in defeat about the situation.  
My mom just looked at me and smiled.

Yet another week went by.  It was ten o'clock at night.  I was just starting 
to resign myself to the fact that Sara probably wouldn't ever talk to me 
again and was heading up to bed.  Just then, the telephone rang.

"Hello," I answered.

"Tom?" the voice on the other end shakily said.  It was Sara!

"Oh my god, Sara.  I never thought I'd hear from you again."  She was 
sobbing.  

"Sara, what's wrong?"

"I...I just read your letter tonight.  It's been in my bag these past three 
weeks.  I've just been too afraid to read it...fearing that...well, you 
already know what I was afraid of.  Tom...your letter is just so beautiful."

"You know that I mean every word I've written.  You know that right?"

"MmmHmmm...but...Tom, I want to tell you...but..."

"Sara, like I wrote, you don't have to tell me.  I just want to be with you."

"I know...but I want to tell you.  I NEED to tell you.  I've never told 
anyone about it before.  But...I can't do this over the phone."

"You want me to come pick you up?"

"No.  It's too late and I wouldn't be able to sneak out.  How about I come to 
your house tomorrow with Mae, after school?"

"OK.  That will work." 

"OK.  I've gotta go now."

"I love you, Sara."

"I love YOU, Tom."

"Goodnight.  Til tomorrow."

"Goodnight, my love."

She hung up the phone.  But I didn't.  I was frozen with joy and 
anticipation.  

I kept the phone to my ear until it started beeping.  

Through some act of God, I was able to sleep.  The next day, though, I was a 
wreck and couldn't concentrate on anything at all.  Unfortunately, I had an 
exam that day, which I completely bombed.  Oh, well...such is the price of 
love!

I watched the clock as the second hand moved at a snail's pace.  I finally 
heard the car pull up and in came my mother, Mae and Sara had come along as 
she had promised.  

"Hey Mom, Hi Squirt! Hey Sara." 

Mae stuck out her tongue at me in an obligatory fashion.

"So, Sara, will you be having dinner with us tonight?" My mother asked.

I couldn't believe it.  Was she trying to ruin things and not let me spend 
much time with Sara?  

"I don't know, Mrs. Styles."

"Well, you must!" insisted my mother.

"OK," replied Sara.

"Great! Well, now, this means I'll need to get some more stuff for dinner..."

"Oh, Mrs. Styles, if it's any trouble, I --" Sara started, but was 
interrupted by my mother.

"No, it's no problem at all Sara.  I love cooking for four.  I'll just run 
over to the store and get some more groceries.  Mae, dear, why don't you come 
and keep me company.  You know how I can get when I go shopping all by 
myself."

Mae responded in a valley girl accent, "But MOM!  I've got a friend over!"

"That's OK dear!  Sara can stay and keep Tom company and they can get to know 
each other better." My mother stated.  Then I thought I saw her give Mae a 
wink.

Mae looked at Mom with this inquisitive face with her eyebrows scrunched up.  
Mom gave her a look with her eyebrows raised and a big smile on her face.  
Sara was hardly paying attention at all -- she just did a nervous box trot 
with her eyes on the ground trying to appear invisible.  Mae finally realized 
that Mom knew.

Mae responded, doing her best impression of Mom: "OK.  We wouldn't want you 
to spend all your paycheck in one place now young lady!" 

Sara brought her head up and gave Mae a look of confusion.  Mae just gave her 
a big smile and put her coat back on.  

As they were leaving, Mom shouted out in an overly dramatic mother's voice: 
"Now you two be good!" 

When the door closed, Sara and I just stood there looking at each other.  We 
were both pretty stunned by what had just happened, neither of us seemed to 
know what to do next.  Finally, Sara pushed off her feet and in the 4 feet 
between us, worked up enough speed so that when she tackled me with a hug, I 
lost my balance and we both fell onto the couch.  She gave me a sweet kiss 
and then we broke out in laughter.  We held each other, still giggling.  

Sara broke the silence by whispering in my ear: "Tom, I think your mother 
knows."  She smiled and giggled some more.

"What made you think that?" I asked sarcastically.

Then Sara became serious: "Oh my God!  Your mother knows!"

"It's ok," I told her. "My mom told me she was OK with us going out."

Sara removed her head from my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.   "Your 
mother talked with you about us?"

All I could say was "MmmmHmmm," as I moved a strand of hair out of her green 
eyes.  "Sara, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Tom.  I just didn't know how you'd feel about that 
night...not until I read your beautiful letter last night."

Her eyes began to tear up and she put her head on my opposite shoulder laying 
across my chest.  

"I shouldn't have doubted you, Tom," she continued.  "But...I just didn't 
know.  I want to tell you ..."

"Like I said over the phone, you don't need to tell me anything.  I just want 
to be with you.  And I'll always be here for you.  My feelings for you 
haven't changed and won't change.  I love you, Sara."

"And I love you, Tom.  That's why I want to share this with you.  I've never 
shared this with anyone before...I thought about this all last night.  How do 
I share this secret with you?  Where do I even begin?  I still don't 
know...so, I'll just come out and say it."

There was a long silence.  Sara began sobbing and sniffling.  I just held her 
closer to me.  

"It's OK, Sara.  I'm here.  I'm not going anywhere no matter what you tell 
me." I tried to assure her.

Through the sobs and sniffles and in a very meak voice, Sara told me her 
secret:  "From the time I was 10 until I was 12, my uncle molested, tortured 
and raped me."  

There was another long silence.  I didn't know what to say.  I suspected it 
was something sexually traumatic, but I had no idea it was that extensive.  I 
didn't know what to say.  So I just held Sara to me and let her cry and 
sniffle onto my shirt.  

"Sara, that must have been hell for you.  I wish I could take away the pain 
and the hurt.  I don't know what else to say.  All I know is this: I'm still 
here.  I'm not going anywhere.  I love you, Sara."

Sara lifted her head from my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.  I mouthed 
the words, "I love you."  

"Oh Tom!" she exclaimed as her head went back onto my shoulder.  "I feel so 
dirty -- so ashamed!"

"It's not your fault."

"But I didn't tell anyone!  And I kept going back to his house."

"He's your uncle.  You trusted him.  He betrayed your trust and took 
advantage of you.  He is to blame.  Not you.  Not you."

"But..." Sara started then paused.  "But, I think a part of it was my fault.  
I feel so dirty!  Th..this is the reason I didn't want to tell you: in the 
beginning, I liked what he did to me.  It made me feel good and I wanted to 
feel that way all the time.  But in my heart, I knew it was wrong.  After a 
couple of weeks, I told him that I didn't want to do it anymore.  That it was 
wrong.  He yelled at me and said, No.  He wouldn't let me go." 

At this point, Sara's voice was no longer cracking.  She was becoming very 
angry and it showed in her voice.  She continued:  "He said I was his little 
slut whore -- Oh, I hate those words! -- and that  he would fuck me whenever 
he wanted to.  When I said no, and started to run to the door, he laughed at 
me and caught me and threw me to the ground.  Then he stuck his hand down my 
pants, put a finger in me and then thrust the finger into my mouth.  He said 
to me: 'See!  Can you taste yourself you little lying slut whore bitch!  
You're so goddamned wet you can't stand it!  Well, Uncle Stanley has the 
solution!' Then he pulled down my pants and raped me on the floor."  

As she talked and told her story, I couldn't help myself, but I got a hardon.  
I hoped Sara wouldn't notice. 

Sara's voice began to get shakey again, as she continued her story:  "But the 
worst thing was...the worst thing was...was that even though my mind and 
heart said no, even though he was hurting me and raping me so roughly...even 
though... Oh God Tom, I had an orgasm!"  

She completely broke down and was wailing away, tears streaming down her face 
as the waves of conflicting emotions swept over her.  My hardon subsided.  I 
let her cry and cry.  She obviously needed to release these pent up emotions 
that she's held inside her for two years.  

After Sara began to calm down a bit, I said to her: "Sara, just because you 
had an orgasm doesn't make you a bad person.  It doesn't mean that you liked 
what was happening to you or that you wanted it to happen.  It doesn't mean 
it was your fault.  It doesn't mean that your uncle had a right to do what he 
did.  All it means Sara, all it means is that you are human.  All it means is 
that your body had learned that when you went to your uncle's house, these 
things would happen.  So, you were probably wet even before you went in.  And 
when he raped you, even though you knew it was rape, even though you didn't 
want it and it hurt, your body responded as it had in the past.  That doesn't 
make you a bad person.  A lot of the time, we simply can't control what our 
bodies will do, especially when it comes to sex.  Sometimes it just causes 
some embarassment.  Sometimes, it causes pain and guilt.  I mean, when you 
were sharing your story and were talking about what happened when you got 
raped, I got an erection.  It doesn't mean that I liked hearing about you 
getting raped.  It doesn't mean that I condone what he did to you.  It 
doesn't mean that I don't think he's an evil man.  It just means...well...it 
just means that I'm a horny toad!"

Sara looked up at me.  Oh God, would she slap me?  Would she think I was an 
ass?  I was afraid to look at her.  Suddenly, a smile came across her face 
and then she burst out laughing.

"You ARE a horny toad, aren't you!" Sara exclaimed.  We laughed for a while.  
Then Sara continued her story.  She needed to relieve herself of this great 
burden.

"Well...I guess that means that I was just horny that time too.  But, that 
was the last time that that happened.  Afterward, he made a comment that I 
liked it rough and that he wasn't going to be gentle anymore.  He said that 
if I ever told anyone or if I stopped coming to his house, he would kill my 
mother.  He took out a knife and sliced himself down his left arm, saying: 
'Now, if I would do this to myself, think of what I would do to your mother!'  

So, I kept going to his house.  That's when the torture started.  He tied me 
up, put handcuffs on me.  He made me say and do vile things.  And if I 
wouldn't, he would punish me by whipping me or cutting me with a knife or 
burning me with hot wax or with his cigarette.  And he would do these things 
only in places that noone would ever see.  He would put electrodes on my 
nipples and shock me.  (I think that's what happened that night with you.  
When you did what you did, it took me back to those years and I just froze 
with fear.)  He would make me masturbate or stick things inside me as he took 
pictures.  Those were the worst times, because again, my body betrayed me.  I 
began to hate my body and hate myself.  

When I was eleven and a half, I tried to kill myself by swallowing 60 sleeping 
pills.  It would have worked too, but my mother came into the room right after 
I'd eaten the last two pills and saw the bottle in my hand.  They rushed me to 
the hospital and pumped my stomache.  Everyone asked me what was wrong, why I'd 
tried to kill myself.  I was almost going to tell them, but they'd called my uncle, 
who they called my 'favorite uncle' because I spent so much time with him.  So 
I lied.  I told them a boy I liked didn't like me, so I didn't want to live anymore.  

They believed me.  They took me to see a psychiatrist.  But I became more and more 
withdrawn.  So, my parents made me spend even MORE time with my uncle because 
they said they knew that would cheer me up.  STUPID parents!  On my twelfth 
birthday, the torture finally stopped.  I'd gotten my best birthday present 
ever when some drunk guy crossed the center line and crashed into my uncle's 
car, killing him.  I hope he had suffered for a long time before he finally 
died.  After his funeral, my parents and I went to clean his house.  They 
needed more cleaning supplies.  I lied to them asking them if I could stay in 
the house alone while they went shopping so that I 'cherish my memories of 
Uncle Stanley.'  When they left, I got a box and gathered all of my uncle's 
torture devices and all the pictures and negatives he'd taken of me.  I told 
my parents those were my keepsakes of him.  The next night when my parents 
were out to dinner, I built a fire in our fireplace and burned every last 
thing that could be burned and I took a hammer and smashed everything else.  

Ever since then, I've hated my body and I've especially hated and been afraid 
of boys. Last year, when that boy tried to touch me, that was the first time 
that I was alone with a boy in a year.  The only other time I've been alone 
with a boy was three weeks ago with you.  You know, over this past year, I've 
been trying to forget what's happened to me.  I've been pretending to be this 
happy person.  But it never was right.  I was always still hurting inside.  I 
was always putting on a 'face' for everyone.  But things...things are 
different with you, Tom.  I'm not pretending when I'm with you.  I feel safe 
when I'm with you.  I'm happy when I'm with you.  What is it about you that 
makes me love you so?"  

Sara then kissed me gently on the lips.

"I don't know Sara.  Just like I don't know what it is about you that makes 
me love you.  I only know that I do.  But I do know this, you said things are 
different with me.  I like that.  I want that.  And I want it to continue.  
And to make this so, I make this promise to you:  when we make love for the 
first time, it will be because we are both ready to do so.  When we make 
love, it will be special.  It will not only be sex, but it will be a 
consumation of the love that we share.  And I will wait for that special day 
when you are finally ready because I know that even though you feel safe with 
me, you're probably still somewhat scared about becoming more intimate with 
me.  Plus, your body just might not be ready yet.  It still harbors the pain 
and the fear of the torture from your uncle.  I promise to you this: I will 
wait until you're ready."

I took Sara's face into my hands and kissed her softly.

"Thank you so much, Tom for understanding," Sara told me.  Then, this 
devilish smile came over her face.  "But this doesn't mean that we can't do" 
she made quote marks with her hands, "'homework' to prepare for the final 
exam, does it?  I mean, it's never good to go into an exam 'cold'!  We always 
need to do 'practice problems' to 'warm up', don't you think?"

God, she was a vixen!  I didn't know what to do, but my cock did as it slowly 
began crawling up my pants.  I just answered dumbly, "MmmmHmmm."

"Good! You know what?  I don't feel dirty talking like this with YOU at all."

"That's great!  That's a start."

"Yup!  Wanna know something else?  My pussy is sooo wet right now!"  

Then, Sara did something that probably even surprised herself.  She put her 
hand into her pants, put a finger in her pussy and put her finger in her 
mouth!  I was flaberghasted!  

"MMmmmm...tastes good!" Then she did it again and put her finger into my 
mouth!  

I was so surprised, it took me a second to realize she wanted me to taste 
her.  When I closed my lips, she said, "See!"  Oh my god!  I was in heaven!  
She 
tasted like salted honey.  I didn't know what do do.  I just sat there with 
her finger in my lips, sucking away at her finger.  My cock knew what to do.  
I came in my pants and moaned and pulled Sara to me and kissed her hungrily 
on the lips.

"Oh God!" I shouted out.  

Sara seemed a little confused.  Then she realized what had just happened.  
"Did you just?"

"MmmHmm," was all I could reply.

"From me just?"

"MmmHmm."

Just then, I heard the garage door starting to open.  "Shit!  My mom's home!  
Shit!  I need to change my underwear!"  We both laughed as I ran up the 
stairs to my room and did the quickest underwear change that I've ever done, 
cleaning myself with the already soiled underwear at the same time.  I tossed 
it into my closet and ran back down the stairs and sat next to Sara.  

"So," my mother started in on us right as she walked in the door. "What have 
you two been up to?"

I was still trying to catch my breath, which Sara knew, so she answered: "Oh, 
just chatting."

"My, that must have been some race of a conversation, eh, Tom?"

I couldn't hide anything from my mother.  So I decided to play along: "Yes it 
was, and guess what?  I won!"

Sara looked at me and smiled wickedly.  "Yes you did!" she said.

"Well, Mr. Winner, why don't you go help your sister with the groceries?"

And off I went, still trying to catch my breath.

Dinner was sheer torture!  We had fried chicken and Sara would lick her 
fingers, which she had NOT washed and I would squirm in my seat.  I don't 
remember anything of the dinner conversation.  All I remember was what was 
said as we were clearing the table.

"So, Mae, are you and Sara working on another project together?" my mother 
asked.

Sara answered her, "No Mrs. Styles -- ".

My mother cut her off: "Please, Sara, call me Carla."

"OK, Carla," Sara continued.  "As I was saying, actually, I just like hanging 
out here.  It's always so much fun!  But, speaking about HOMEWORK, I just 
realized that I've got some Trigonometry HOMEWORK to do tonight, and I left 
my Trig book at home. So, I think I'll have to go pretty soon."

God, was she trying to kill me?!!

"No worries, Sara.  It's always a pleasure having you over.  Tom, why don't 
you give Sara a lift home, and drive carefully!"

All I could say was, "Yes Mother" as Sara and headed out the door...



(Sorry about this, but) To be continued...





  


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