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Amy's Proposal
By Jack Valentine

Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross for BFG Productions. Jack Valentine
appears courtesy of NAMGLA all rights reserved.
jack.valentine.adventures@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/g, Preteen, Romance, First, Oral, Safe Sex, Consensual
Synopsis: Jack Valentine's adventures continue as he relates the
complete story of his budding relationship with 12 year old Amy, the
girl next door, and how the two lovers were destined from the
beginning to share a deep and meaningful romance beyond anything they
could have imagined...With a little help from some very unexpected
places!

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Amy's Proposal
By
Jack Valentine

"...a good marriage is based on the talent for friendship." - Friedriche
Nietzshe


Prologue


J. Robison was cute, for being older like she was. I'd guess twenty-
seven, if I had to, and being very pretty, the doctor was obviously
used to getting some attention from her male patients. I gave her
mine, but only out of habit. She wasn't my type at all and that, in a
roundabout way, was the reason I was sitting in her office.

"Mr. Valentine..."

"Jack," I smiled and the doctor smiled back.

"Okay, Jack," she agreed pleasantly, crossing her long legs and she
was giving me some attention as well, although I was at least seven or
eight years her junior.

I was used to that myself because, not to be immodest, I've always
been an attractive man of the tall and dark sort. Brown eyes and black
hair, a square jaw and handsome features to go with a trim, athletic
build. It comes from good genes, a reasonable diet, and plenty of
exercise, I suppose, but mostly it's just a lot of luck. I'm not
complaining though and more than looking good, I have a thing about
girls. A genuine affection for the other sex, maybe even empathy isn't
too strong of a word, and I believe they can sense that. I know the
young ones can, and as much as anything else, it really is the secret
of my success.

"Are you sure you want this?" the doctor asked me, looking through my
patient folder, and it was a thin one. This wasn't the clinic mom used
to bring me to as a child. It wasn't even in the same state.

"Absolutely," I nodded, not avoiding her green eyes and not trying to
stare the woman down either, just friendly honesty. "I've given it a
lot of thought, doctor."

"But you're only, what? Eighteen? You have a lot of life ahead of
you," she said. "Do you have someone you're serious with? A girlfriend
or..."

"No, not at the moment," I admitted with a little smile. "But I think
it's reversible, right?"

"Vasectomy is reversible, yes," she cleared her throat softly. "But
not a hundred percent of the time, Jack. Whether you change your mind
at some point in the future or not, you may find yourself permanently
sterile."

"I guess I'll have to take that chance," I gave her an apologetic
shrug.

"May I ask why?" she kept her eyes on mine. Challenging me a bit,
wanting the whole truth, but I could only give her the obvious part of
it.

"I like sex, doc," I chuckled softly. "Who doesn't, right? But, uh, I
just really can't see myself with children."

"Well, given your age," she said, "I'd almost worry more if you did
want to be a father, so many young men do."

"No, I've been thinking about it for years," I told her and when the
woman widened her eyes slightly, I smiled. "Seriously, I know who I am
and what I want."

"There are other methods of birth control..." she offered.

"I know," I agreed. "But most of them aren't up to me, you know? I'd
like to make the decision and not have to..."

"Trust a woman?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Maybe," I admitted. "Something like that, or...Depend on the girl, I
think. I don't want to rely on circumstance."

"I see," she smiled at that, tucking a bit of auburn hair behind her
left ear. "You don't think women are responsible then."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not saying that. They're like anyone else,
you know? But things happen, we're having a nice time, and it's easy
to forget or rationalize. It's just human nature."

"Hmmm..." she shrugged with some agreement. "What about condoms? They're
easy, safe, effective..."

"Well, uh..." I nodded slowly and gave her my eyes. "...I like to feel it,
doc. Don't you?"

"Are you sure you're eighteen?" she smiled and it was meant to be a
genuine compliment. "You don't seem like it."

"I'm just me," I said, giving her my best smile in return; the one
that could get me in or out of trouble with equal chances.

"Well," she glanced down and the woman turned a little pink, not much,
but just enough and it was a sexy look for her. "I can do the
procedure, of course, it's very quick and barring complications,
you'll be fully recovered within the week, probably sooner than that."

"Right," I said, having read quite a lot on the subject over the
years.

"All you have to do is sign here and...down here, Jack," she offered me
the necessary paperwork. "And I'll get a nurse to prep you."

"Great," I smiled, picking up a pen from her desk.

Twenty minutes later I was ready, sitting on an examination table in a
small, thin hospital gown.

"Do you want a nurse present?" Dr. Robison asked me, looking over the
surgical tray that had been prepared for us.

"Uh, do we need one?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm a woman, you're a man, sometimes that can be awkward..." she
said without humor and I shook my head.

"No, if I can't trust my doctor, who can I trust?" I asked and she did
smile at that.

"At the risk of offending you, Jack..." she said a few moments later,
after several stinging shots of local anesthesia.

"Hmmm?" I looked at her, laying flat on my back while we waited for me
to go numb.

"You have a very attractive penis," the woman said. "It's very...
Healthy."

"Oh," I laughed. "Thanks, um, we're not going to need that nurse, are
we?"

"No!" she laughed as well. "I think I can control myself."

"Okay, doc," I looked back to the ceiling.

"Can you feel this?" she asked and I shook my head. "How about this?
Here? No...Down here?"

"Oh, I feel that," I said as she'd pinched the inside of my left thigh
between her latex covered fingers.

"Good," she let me go. "I think we're ready now."

"Okay," I said, thinking about all those newspapers I'd delivered,
just for this. All those burgers I'd flipped and it was rather anti-
climatic, actually. I didn't feel a thing.

"All done," Robison said perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes later. "How
does it feel?"

"A little tingly maybe," I said. "I don't know."

"Well, you'll be a little sore later, I'm afraid. The anesthesia will
wear off soon," she said. "There will be a little bruising maybe."

"Okay," I nodded.

"Go ahead and get dressed," the doctor told me, peeling off her
gloves. "And stop by my office when you're ready."

By the time I was dressed and sitting once more near Dr. Robison's
desk, I could feel it. Not really painful, but annoying is a good word
for the small discomfort I was feeling.

"We'll make an appointment for you in a week," she was saying, looking
through her calendar. "Next Monday at ten, how will that be?"

"Sure," I agreed.

"Great," she smiled. "You've got great sperm ducts..."

"I do?" I chuckled.

"...and I tied them off nice and tight, but there's still sperm in
there." she told me. "Enough for up to three months, okay? You're not
sterile yet, so be cautious."

"I know, yeah," I said.

"If you notice any unusual swelling or discoloration in your scrotum,"
she said, "or unusual discharge, you need to call me right away.
Here's my card and, uh, let me put my home number on that."

"Okay, thanks," I watched her write her private phone number down and
I got the impression it wasn't something she was used to doing for
anyone, let alone a patient.

"You can take Tylenol, or aspirin for the pain, you don't need
anything special," she said handing me her card. "Stay off your feet
for a day or two, but as I said, three days is usually..."

"Pretty good, yeah," I looked at her card, turning it over to see
she'd written 'Janice' above her phone number and she was stalling for
something. "Well, thanks a lot, doctor..."

"Hey, um...Jack?" she gave me those bright green eyes and licked her
lips.

"Yeah, doc?" I returned her gaze.

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" she asked slowly. "I
mean, I don't usually ask patients, um..." she giggled self-consciously
and her cheeks took on a bit of pink once more.

The woman was beautiful, I decided, but it was just too bad...

"Oh," I looked suitably surprised, pleasantly of course, and I was
flattered. "I'm not sure if we should, uh...I'd feel a little strange
knowing that you..."

"Right," she cleared her throat and looked away. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I
know better than that. No, it's no problem. I'll see you on Monday,
right?"

I suspect that Janice thought I declined more because of her age than
any excuse about being her patient. She imagined I felt her to be too
old for me and she was right, in a way, but not by only a few years.
The doctor was too old by at least a dozen years, easily.

"Yeah," I smiled warmly, wishing there was a way to make rejection
easier. I'd send her some flowers, I decided, nothing romantic, just a
'Thank You Bouquet' to her office. It wasn't a perfect solution, but
few things are in life.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Three months later, almost to the day, I was back at the hospital
where I'd been born nearly nineteen years before. It was the college
winter break and I was home for the holidays looking for some good
news.

"Mr. Valentine? Yes, your labwork is done," the nurse told me and she
glanced around, because this was rather confidential, I suppose.

"My sperm count?" I asked, just to let her know I wasn't overly
sensitive to the subject.

"Yes," she agreed. "Your sperm is less than .0025 percent viable."

"Is that good or bad?" I asked with a little smile, because I already
knew what the numbers meant. I just wanted to hear it.

"Ahhh, that depends on if you want children or not," she said
carefully. "Basically, your sperm count is practically zero. The
likelihood of fathering a child is...."

"Practically zero?" I suggested and she nodded. "That's good news
then."

"Okay," she was older and black and she blinked at me, probably
wondering why a very young man like myself would be happy to find out
he was sterile. She didn't know I'd had a vasectomy though.

"How small is the chance," I asked her. "That I could father a child,
like you said."

"Maybe...One in a thousand," she told me. "Probably even less than that,
realistically. You would need a miracle, Mr. Valentine."

"Great," I smiled and she just didn't get it at all, but that was
okay.

"This is your copy of the lab report," she said and there was little
else for us to discuss. "Have a nice day, Mr. Valentine."

"I will," I picked up the paper and glanced at it, feeling satisfied
after too many months spent waiting.

Now all I needed was a girlfriend.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

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.

"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 didn't.

"Yeah, mom," I said. "I don't mind."

"Good!" she nodded, as if there'd been any doubt in her mind. "I'll
call Betty right now."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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.

"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 day before the season ended, just to use
the tags. It was a dry year."

"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 only 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?"

"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 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.

==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==

"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 and I'd seen her 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 probably soon.

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, "...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 small 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 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. 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 and 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 some how? 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
they 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."

"Cool," I stepped into the bath slowly, 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 stuff," 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. She 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
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 almost orgasmed into the hot bath when 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, I was 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 when she rubbed them over my skin. That seemed to
be what she needed, as much as kissing, to her nipples caressed and
loved. Her breasts were trying to grow with her experience and my
young lover was trembling and feverish with 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 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 were in her
eyes and more. 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.

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 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 y 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 a little over five years was a long time. I'd made my promise and
I'd never broken one in my life. I'd keep this one too, but only if
Amy still wanted me too. 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 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 it 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 al 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, ten 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
her 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 too 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. The orgasm she'd had was
obvious though, 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, as if it had ever stopped. She was looking for another orgasm,
standing knee deep in cool bath water while I sat between her feet,
kissing and licking her pussy. She 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, in 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 the moment 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. But 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 til 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 her onto
her bed. She giggled and smiled and lay there on her back. 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 image 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. She 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 things 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 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 she 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, the shaft itself
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 and I thrust my cock against Amy's hymen and it may have
stretched, but only for an instant and then I was through it. My cock
surged several inches deep all at once and that was perhaps worse as
Amy shuddered and lifted her head off the mattress. Her mouth was open
and silent, the breath in her small body caught and unable to move. I
pulled back to ease the pressure and she collapsed then, 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, just a few inches in and out of her pussy. She
was nodding and trying to smile and telling me it was okay. She 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. 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 operation 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 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 gave those words back to her a
thousand times over.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"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 frown 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 into the washing machine and then
lain with Amy, talking about silly and important 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, I was like a son to her parents. I'd betrayed them,
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 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, "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 had all that
popcorn and didn't eat none."

"Oh," I laughed. "Uh, I guess I forgot about that. What did you say?"

"Just 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 so 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.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Are you going to see Amy again today?" Mom asked as she spooned some
scambled eggs onto my plate.

"Silly girl calls fifteen times a day," dad shook his head.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said.

"The hell you do with that girl anyway?" dad asked me over his coffee.

"Oh, well," I shrugged. "You know, hang out."

"I think it's so sweet," mom smiled at me, "the way you two are
getting along so well."

"Yeah, mom," I cleared my throat. "She's a great kid, I like her a
lot."

""Well, Betty tells me that she just adores you," mom smiled and took
her seat at the table.

"Better be careful with that girl, Jack," dad stabbed his fork at me.
"They're dangerous at that age."

"Oh shush!" mom frowned. "Amy isn't anything but sweet!"

"I'm just saying, you don't want to make a promise you can't keep,"
dad nodded at me. "Girl like Amy will hold you to it."

"Promises?" I blinked and I think I probably turned a little pale as I
had the worst thought in the world just then. But my parennts couldn't
know anything, could they?

"Oh, Jack's such a good boy," mom patted my arm. "We don't have to
worry about that. He knows what he's doing."

"Uh, yeah," I nodded, feeling completely confused.

"Now finish your breakfast," mom said. "Maybe you could take Amy out
today, see a movie together. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"A movie?" I licked my lips and smiled, but only because it would be
nice, actually.

"Yeah," mom nodded. "Like a date."

"Hmph," date grunted and shook his head while I just drank my orange
juice and wondered what was going on.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I was in love and so was Amy and for all our efforts to hide it, I was
slowly coming to understand that our secret was unraveling.

"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.

"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."

"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, often found 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?"

"I..."

"Considering you want to marry my little girl," he finished. "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 her 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 to do.

"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.

"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.

"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, son," Mr. King smiled. "I'm proud of you."

"Jack! I'm so happy for you!" Betty's smile was overpowering as she
filled the room.

"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."

"Sort of," Jake clarified, but I had little doubt he meant what he'd
said about making Amy cry. "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..." Betty
rolled her eyes.

"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," 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!"

"But she's only twelve," I said, climbing the stairs slowly.

"But your 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."

"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..."

"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.

"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. "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.



end
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