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Jason and I grew up together in every sense of the word.
We were the same age (born only a few days apart), and
our parents knew each other well, so we spent an awful
lot of time together as children. We would spend hours in
the sandbox together, imagining, dreaming, and playing.

We entered kindergarten together, and struggled over our
homework together in elementary school. Whenever I had a
problem of any kind, I could always go to Jason to tell
him. Unlike most boys at a very young age, Jason seemed
to understand and would always say, "That's okay,
Maggie." We were inseparable.

At about the time when we were both 11 years old, I
noticed that Jason didn't hang around with me as much as
he used to, and when he was around, he was noticeably
more irritable. There seemed to be something troubling
him. I was very bothered by this, especially the fact
that he apparently no longer wanted to confide in me. I
decided to confront him to ask why he was so bothered and
also if I had done anything to upset him.

We lived pretty close together, so I walked over to his
house. His mother answered the door and invited me in, as
she frequently did. When I went to Jason's room, he was
sitting and facing the other way, apparently trying to
polish something, or at least it that's what it looked
like. He was moaning aloud, as if he was in pain or at
least uncomfortable.

"Jason?" I said.

Quickly Jason turned around, facing me. I think I still
have yet to see a more surprised and embarrassed look. He
was so frantic. He wasn't polishing anything at all; he
was stroking his penis. Why was he doing that? Was he
nursing an itch or something? And why was he so surprised
to see me?

No sooner had he turned around to me then a stream of
white goo came out of the tip of his penis onto the
floor. Then another. Then another. When the floor had
been covered with the goo in several places, Jason ran to
the bathroom, yelled and screamed at me, and then
demanded that I leave. I was so confused and upset. I ran
out of the house, a very hurt little girl.

About a year later, Jason and I still weren't talking
much. I missed him and his perfect way of making things
okay. We had to take a course in sexual education that
year in school, and after sitting through several
courses, I finally understood what had happened on that
day the year prior. Jason had gone through puberty.

Well, I supposed I could understand that, then. I decided
to try and talk to Jason once again, so that we could be
friends again. At school, I asked him to meet me later in
the parking lot when class let out, and he did. I told
him what I knew and that it was okay and I wasn't angry
or upset or ashamed. Jason smiled at me and hugged me. We
were friends once again!

Jason and I returned to the old routine of hanging around
each other, just like old times. Not long after I turned
13, however, I began going through puberty myself. I was
scared at first. Jason, like always, reassured me and
promised me that there was nothing wrong. That made me
happy. However, I noticed a lot of changes, but most of
all, I began to notice the boys in school. I began
ranking them according to how attractive I thought they
were, and I was thought about touching them frequently.

Once, at home, when I was lying on my bed and thinking
about a boy in my class, I noticed a tingling in my
crotch. I moved my hand down to see what was going on,
and when I rubbed my clit, my whole body screamed out in
pleasure. I didn't know what was happening. I got scared,
but that fact couldn't curtail me from wanting more of
that pleasure. Much more. I went to the bathroom and
rubbed myself until I had my very first orgasm. It was
amazing. After that, I continued to masturbate on a
regular basis, and my orgasms got more intense. I didn't
feel dirty at all.

I had never considered the effectiveness of my appearance
before, but not long after I began pleasuring myself, I
started thinking about how boys might think I look. I
experimented for a while with makeup, and I even started
trying to get away with wearing less clothing, despite
gripes from my parents. I also took a good look at my
body. Hmm.

Jason and I were 14 by this time, and I was the very
typical, thin 14-year old who was just beginning to
develop my breasts. I thought I was very cute, a light-
pink skinned blonde with a flat tummy and long legs. In
retrospect, I think I had close to zero body fat then. By
boobs were hardly there yet, but I thought the rest of my
body was in good proportion. Overall, I thought that I
was pretty hot compared to most of the girls in school.

Jason noticed the gradual changes that I made in my
appearance, but they all culminated one day when he saw
me at school and exclaimed, "Maggie, you're so HOT!" That
made me smile for the rest of the day.

The two of us were hanging around each other again,
although we weren't dating each other or anyone else. We
had lots of fun together. We loved to go outdoors and
just sit and talk to each other in the forest where we
couldn't be seen by anyone. Eventually, I asked Jason
about masturbating and cumming. I told him that I did it
a lot, and he admitted that he (of course) did, too. We
discussed it for hours on that day, and we ended up
kissing. We trusted each other greatly, and didn't feel
pressured around each other.

Soon after, Jason and I began to pet each other heavily
at our meetings. I was awed by his cock, and he liked my
little boobies, too. We talked about sex and sexual
activities, and we were both very intrigued by what they
must be like. I had also heard about sex from some of the
other girls in school, and I was well aware of how babies
were made. Many of the girls talked about how boys'
favorite thing to do was cum inside a girl, and how they
always tried to do that. It seemed pretty dangerous to me
at the time.

Eventually, Jason and I were rubbing each other. I loved
to stroke him with my little white hands and watch him
cum in a huge fountain all over them. It always made me
laugh and giggle. I knew it made him happy, and that made
me happy. Jason also loved to put his hands all over me,
a sensation that I really enjoyed. I always masturbated
after he did that because I was so hot.

The girls in school had also talked about blowjobs, and
we had practiced giving them to bananas for fun. I tried
this on Jason who was very willing to be my guinea pig.
He said that I was wonderful at it, and he returned the
favor of oral sex to me. I loved the intense orgasms he
gave me when he did that.

I suddenly went through a growth spurt, and my boobs grew
amazingly quickly to a C cup. It was so fast that
everyone was astonished. So, finally, I had big, perky
boobs to complete my now very sexy figure. Near the end
of my spurt, Jason and I turned 15. We continued to get
each other off for a while, but we both admitted to each
other that we wanted more.

Together, we decided that having sex would not be wise
since I was not on birth control and all the other girls
and guys told us that condoms sucked. I was still
worried, though, so Jason and I decided that if I should
happen to get pregnant, he would marry me and take care
of the baby. I was very relieved at that. Not only would
Jason help me take care of the situation, but he liked me
enough to be willing to marry me if it should happen.

I was also relieved because I was scared about myself. I
knew that if Jason wanted to cum in me, I could not and
would not ever try to stop him. I adored Jason too much
to disappoint him by not letting him cum in me. Besides,
even if I wanted to protest during sex, I was very unsure
that I would be controlled enough to say anything to him
before he came, and much less able physically stop him
somehow from cumming in me.

One afternoon we were back outdoors, this time in a
grassy field far away from the local community. The sun
was shining and there was no wind. Jason and I were both
wearing a shirt (mine had pretty strings and was
backless) and jeans, but we were both barefoot. We had
already begun our usual routine of feeling each other up,
and I was already in heaven.

Jason then took off his shirt and my shirt, and began
kissing my torso all over. He then undid my bra, and my
nice firm titties fell free over my flat tummy. He began
to fondle them vigorously, which set me to moaning very
loudly. I wanted to feel his cock, so I unzipped his
pants and pulled out his hard member.

I began rubbing him slowly, then quickly, and I sucked
him all the while. Jason was going nuts. After a few
minutes, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off my
body. He moved my underwear aside and began giving me the
best cunnilingus of my life up to that point.

I was on fire and tossing every which way. He then
removed his pants and underwear and kissed me. I pulled
off my underwear, too, but then got nervous when I
realized that we had never both been completely naked
together before. We continued to fondle each other.

"Let's have sex," Jason said.

"Are you sure? You know what could happen..." I retorted.

In the end, I knew it was up to him. I would do anything
to please him, even ride him bareback and carry his child
at 15 years old.

"God yes... I'm so horny..." he exclaimed.

"Okay, but go slow," I requested.

Jason moved between my long legs and I lifted them up to
accommodate him. I felt his cock head at my labia, and
then he slowly moved inside me, inside my unprotected
vagina. It felt so good. We both gasped. He continued in
a bit, very slowly, but stopped about halfway in. He had
hit my hymen.

"You know this will hurt for a bit," he said.

"I know; it's okay, really!" I replied.

Jason pushed inward, and I felt a pain as he put pressure
on my protective skin. It finally ruptured, and I winced
at the pain. Jason stopped for a moment, but then
continued to penetrate me. When he was finally fully
inside, we both gasped at the pleasure of full
penetration. He then began moving back and forth inside
my vagina over and over again. He was moving so slowly.

All the intensity of the situation and his hard cock
inside me was making my mind and body scream in pleasure
and panic, and I came not long after Jason began pumping
quicker. It felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.

I felt a second orgasm building. I had my mouth open, my
eyes shut, and my thighs wide for him. With each pump
came so much pleasure. My orgasm kept building and
building and I was nearing the edge when I heard Jason.

"Oh baby... Baby! You're so hot... I want to cum in you!
I can't stop... I don't want to stop! I think I'm gonna
cum!" he yelled.

We looked at each other right in the eye, and all I could
manage to say to him was, "What are you going to do?"

That made Jason stop for a moment, with his dick deep
inside me, and we continued to exchange stares. It was
obvious that he was in deep conflict about what he was
about to do. He knew that he didn't have to cum in me,
possibly knocking me up, but he could instead pull out
and cum on my tummy. He was struggling completely with
himself, but said nothing. I had already decided that the
decision would be his, so I said nothing as well. We lay
there like that for about 30 seconds.

Finally, I repeated, "What are you going to do?"

Jason responded, "I don't know."

We looked into each other's eyes for another minute, but
it seemed like an eternity. Then, all of the sudden,
Jason began rubbing inside me once again. I moaned and
grinded against him vigorously. He had me once again on
the verge of orgasm within a matter of seconds. He began
pumping me very hard and very quickly.

He then yelled, "Oh Maggie!! I don't know what to do! It
feels so good, Maggie! I don't know--" as he exploded
inside me.

I knew what he was doing to me, and it sent me over the
edge, too.

I responded with "Oh Jason, cum in me! It feels so GOOD!
I love you, Jason. I'm so glad you decided to spend your
whole life with the baby and me! Make me cum! YES! YES! I
never want you to stop..."

Although I didn't keep track of such things when I was
15, I happened to be very fertile during the encounter
when Jason and I lost our virginity. This was very
evident by the fact that my once perfect, flat tummy
began to swell and stretch about 2 months after that day.

Both Jason's and my parents were shocked to know that I
was pregnant. My parents began plans for us to get
married immediately. Jason's parents wanted me to get an
abortion, but I didn't want to, and Jason talked them out
of it. True to his word, he told them that he wanted to
get a job, marry me, and take care of the baby. He is so
wonderful.

Jason and I are married now and living with little baby
Sue. I think Jason resents me a bit for "making him" cut
his youth short to take care of Sue and I. In addition,
I've put on several pounds by now at 18. Actually, I've
really let myself go. I can tell that Jason doesn't find
me as attractive as he did when I was 15.

Despite these problems, I am still thrilled to be the
wife of the boy whom I have loved for so much of my life.
I would still do anything for him. I just hope I can make
this marriage last.