Barbara 4: Paradise Regained

By Romany

(T/t)

Chapter 11 - The Summer of 1969

The immediate years following our sexual awakenings, when I lived
with Barbara Kincaid and her family, I never saw her again
despite remaining in Seaport to complete high school. It was one
lazy summer's day when our gang had gathered to listen to a few
local bands playing a concert in one of the Municipal parks in
town. I had graduated high school but much to my parents disgust
I did not go straight to college. I had taken a job at the local
FM station as a trainee sound engineer. I loved the music that
had rolled out of 1967 onwards into 1969 and culminating in the
Happening that was Woodstock; and the drippy hippy philosophy
that had carried it as the perfect wave carries the surfer. I
wanted to be a radio DJ with the prospect of fame and fortune and
this was too much to turn down for some unspecified degree via a
low ranked regional college which is what my parents had in mind.
My parents were not rich and I was not an A-grade student so
whatever way I looked at it, college was going to be a struggle
so I opted out. Also, my first real girlfriend Shari and I had
remained together through high school but she did get an
opportunity to go to college and she left Seaport to further her
education. So for the first time in nearly four years, I was
without a girlfriend. So here I sat leaning against a tree and
watched the modest crowd mill about, waiting for the bands to
change on stage. Everyone trying to pretend this was our version
of the great festival that was Woodstock. A group of six or seven
teenagers hovered into view and I noted the very nice body on one
of the girls. She had long dark hair with thin tie-died strips of
material hanging in it; a muslin jerkin gathered at the waist
with flared sleeves. And a butt and legs clad in denim flares to
die for. I studied the butt and to my surprise she turned and
looked directly at me. It was an older yet unmistakable Barbara.
She looked beautiful. She stared directly at me and she must have
previously recognized mw without me seeing her. A knowing smile
came across her lips as I sat with my mouth gaping open at how
beautiful she had turned out. She made a little waving motion
with her hand held at her side; probably so somebody in her group
would not see the gesture of recognition. Maybe concealing she
knew me from a boyfriend. I looked at her, not knowing what to
do. I half expected her to come over to me but she didn't move;
instead occasionally glancing around furtively. I guessed right;
she was trying to ensure she wasn�t caught staring at me. I
scanned the boys in her group and raised an eyebrow in question.
She caught my implied question and nodded and moved her head
slightly to her left. A tall youth with shaggy fair hair was
standing just off her shoulder with his back to us; talking with
another guy standing behind Barbara but facing me. The guy
couldn�t see me as Barbara was shielding me from his view. A
pleased look came over her face and she raised both eyebrows as
an indication she had to turn away, so I nodded my understanding
and she turned away. Her clique moved forward, away from me, and
she started to follow with the rest of them. I looked at the
people strewn out before me and contemplated quickly threading my
way through, to catch her before she disappeared from the
immediate area. Then the realisation of chatting to a 14 or 15
year old suddenly clouded my initial impulse to go after her. The
age difference between us was still not acceptable so, like a
coward, I stayed put. As her group settled near a tree about
thirty feet away, she looked back at me as she sat down beside
her boyfriend. My heart had missed several beats in that brief
exchange. I suddenly felt drawn to her, just as I had four years
back. She had been my lover and we had been forcibly separated by
the bigotry of her parents; thankfully not suspecting there was
any relationship between Barbara and me. We had shared the
commonality of losing our virginity to each other. She became my
sexual learning.

The concert organizers had installed a row of portable toilets to
the rear of the park. I sat with my friends and we listened to
the music, occasionally looking across to Barbara�s group.
Eventually my vigilance was rewarded as she started to get up,
turning and saying something to the youth next to her. I figured
she was explaining she was going to the bathroom. As she stood
she glanced across at me and paused briefly. I read the
invitation to follow in her mannerism and got to my feet and
threaded my way through the crowd and soon caught up with her as
she neared the lines waiting to use the toilets. Instead of
catching up with her completely, I deviated to one end of the row
of toilets and she caught my intention for her to follow and soon
we were standing behind a small circular trimmed hedge with an
opening each side, surrounding a rose garden at the street end of
the park; shielded from the crowd and the street. I turned and
she came around the edge of the hedge and slowed as she came up
to me; looking a little apprehensive.

�Barbara,� I started almost breathlessly. �You look fabulous�it�s
been so long��

She smirked in embarrassment at my obvious reference to her
mature body and beautiful face. She stopped in front of me and I
took her upper arms.

�You are absolutely beautiful,� I gushed.

I meant it. She grinned and stood almost submissive as I gazed at
her figure; the small mounds of her breasts and the slim legs
beneath the muslin jerkin. She said nothing and in an impulse, I
embraced her and we kissed. She stood passive at first but as my
lips worked hers she slowly responded and her hands came to my
shoulders and soon we were kissing passionately. I was hardening
in my jeans and she must have felt it as she giggled into my
mouth and pulled back and studied my face. �You must have missed
me,� she said with a cheeky grin, and glanced quickly down in the
direction of my slowly bulging jeans to emphasize her quip.

�I�ve missed you heaps,� I said and kissed her, lightly taking
her face in my hands.

She went �m-m-m-m� as we kissed and I felt her tongue push into
my mouth.

�I�ve missed you to,� she gasped as she broke the kiss to speak.
�Where have you been?�

�I�ve been right here in Seaport,� I replied, holding her back to
look at her. Finished school�I�ve got a job�at WRKZ�or The Rox
104.5.�

�You work at The Rox?� She exclaimed, impressed that I worked in
radio. �Wow�that is so cool.�

�And you�what about you? How are your parents�and Jarrod?� I
asked.

�They�re fine�Jarrod�s at college; mom�s gone back to work�part
time�and I�m at high school, but you�ll know that,� she said.

She studied me for a moment then her face clouded as if she was
recalling something unpleasant.

�Why didn�t you ever contact me?� she said almost sullenly; her
gaiety suddenly vanishing.

I swallowed hard. I knew this would come up. How could I tell her
that she was just a kid and what we did was so wrong? Yes we had
got away with it; under the noses of her parents. But to try to
see here after I moved out was risky at best.

�I went to live with a couple called Mathers,� I started
defensively. �They had no kids and so they weren�t as relaxed as
your mom and dad and I had to account for all of my spare time.
Who I was with; where I went�and so on. And after the friction
with your folks over my choice of friends, my parents backed the
Mathers at keeping me under supervision,� I concluded almost
whining in my defense.

�You could have contacted me and told me,� she said, relenting a
little in her attitude. �Waited for me at school or somewhere on
the way home from school,� she said, reasoning the feasibility of
her words as she replied; as if considering this for the first
time.

�Yes�yes I could have Babs,� I confessed. �But what would it look
like a high school boy waiting for a middle school girl? You know
we always agreed we could never be seen in public; as a couple
that is�� I said, reminding her of our pact never to go out
together and invite suspicion and scrutiny of our relationship.

She stood looking sullen and a little pout came over her face.
She knew I was right about being seen together, and my answer was
plausible.

�And what about now?� she said softly as her eyes locked mine.

I stood trapped by the question. Nothing had changed. I was still
almost five years older than her. The gap was still too large for
her parents or observers to see me as anything other than a
cradle snatcher; and she was still underage. If I was sixteen or
younger, I don�t think there would be a problem, though her
parents would be very alert to where we were together if that
were the case. But it wasn�t. I was nineteen and she was not yet
fifteen. I dropped her arms and stood with a defeated look on my
face. I was acting but there seemed little choice but to speak
the obvious.

�Nothing has changed�unfortunately,� I said feigning sadness.
�People just wouldn�t understand me dating you,� I said and gazed
at her with a forlorn expression.

�You must realize that Babs�you�re folks would be up in arms at
you seeing any nineteen year old; and especially me, given I left
after your folks disapproved of my friends,� I reminded her.

She dropped her gaze and stared at the ground. I knew she
understood only too well that I was right. I took advantage of
her pondering the situation and took her arms again.

�Maybe there is a way we can be together without anyone thinking
we are dating,� I said quietly, almost daring to suggest we could
resume being together; which would mean a resumption of our
illicit sex.

How would she react to that after nearly three years of not
seeing me? And now she was clearly through puberty and obviously
some maturity would have come with her growing up. How would she
view what she had permitted when she was so young?

�How?� she asked simply.

I felt a surge of relief. She hadn�t reacted negatively to the
suggestion we could see each other again.

�I have an apartment,� I said quickly. �It�s not much�just a
single room with a small bathroom of it. But you could come and
see me�� I said and trailed off, letting her digest what I had
said.

My apartment was indeed small but I felt so cool having my own
place. I could barely afford to pay rent and have a life but the
apartment was my castle. Since my ex-girlfriend Shari had left
for college, I had had no one else in it. Shari and I had been in
an intermittent sexual relationship since the penultimate year of
high school; after I had shifted to live with the Mathers.
Despite my claim to Barbara that the Mathers were strict with me,
they were actually liberal and rally didn�t take much notice of
where I was or who I was with and I was able to sneak Shari home
sometimes at weekends when they were out. This caused our sexual
opportunities to be intermittent but we made the most of it. In
reality, I had had sex with Barbara more regularly in a short
time than I ever had with Shari over a coupe of years. What�s
more they had met Shari a few times and told my mother they
approved of her so there was no stress from my folks either. But
after a brief few months of having my own place, and before Shari
went to college, we screwed ourselves senseless in my little
castle.

Barbara looked at me, studying my face and pondering my words.

�I�m not sure,� she finally answered. �I have a boyfriend�it
doesn�t seem fair,� she said hesitantly and looked away.

I looked at her; her beautiful face clouded with uncertainty and
a degree of unhappiness. I knew she had seen past the simple fact
of meeting with me and she saw the inevitability of my wanting to
rekindle our sexual past. I decided she didn�t want that to
happen again.

�Is it the guy you�re with today?� I asked.

She turned and looked at me again.

�Brad�we�ve been dating two months,� she volunteered. �My folks
like him and have no issues with him,� she continued. �He�s the
son of a colleague of dads.�

I nodded and squeezed her gently.

�You�re right. It�s not fair to Brad�and you. If we couldn�t be
dating, it�s not fair to be sneaking around,� I said openly.

She didn�t look at me and I heard her sniffling.

�Babs�are you crying?� I said with concern and turned her face to
me by taking her chin lightly.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

�It�s always the same, she sniffed. We can never be together�and
I loved you�� she sobbed, and hit me lightly on the chest as
admonishment for the lack of contact for so long, and the
frustration of realizing nothing had changed. As if I was to
blame for our relative ages.

I hugged her to me and she melted into me and sobbed quietly.
After a minute or two she composed herself and breaking my grasp
she wiped her eyes. She stood clearing the tears and then looked
at me.

�I�d best be getting back,� she sniffed. �Brad will wonder where
I am,� and she made to turn and leave our secluded spot.

I reached for her arm as she turned to go.

�Babs, don�t pass us up so completely,� I said holding her gaze.
�Call me�any time at work�The Rox. Just use the number in the
phone book,� I said quickly. �Think about it�and call me�please.
I don�t want to lose you a second time.�

It was a dangerous impression to leave her with. Not wanting to
�lose her a second time� was a phrase I should have avoided. It
was like I was committing to a relationship when I knew full well
it was just as dangerous and unwise as the previous one we had
had when she was much younger. She paused and looked me in the
eyes and despite the sadness on her face, she smiled wanly and
nodded.

�I�ll think about it,� she said quietly, and after pausing said
�I�d better go,� and she turned and walked around the hedge and
out of the garden area.

I waited a minute or so and followed. She had told her boyfriend
she was going to the bathroom when she left him. No doubt she
will explain her longer than expected absence due to the lines
for the toilets. There wasn�t much of a line but Brad wouldn�t
know that. I went straight back to my friends and sat down;
nobody had taken any notice I had been gone for nearly fifteen
minutes.

It was about two months later when returning to The Rox from
lunch one Friday that I was handed a note from Loren, one of our
producers who was covering our regular receptionist Alice who was
out to lunch. It had a scribbled message that Barbara had called
and would call again after 4:30pm. I looked at it and Loren
studied me as if waiting for me to explain who Barbara was. She
saw the look of pleased surprise as I read it. Loren was a
terrible gossip and she was the last person I wanted to know who
Barbara was. I went to one of the small recording booths just
before four thirty and called Alice at reception that I would be
here if any calls came in for me. At about 4:40pm the phone rang
and it was Barbara. She started tentatively and asked if she
could se me again. That she missed me and only realized after we
parted how much she wanted to see me again. She talked quickly
and almost in a hushed tone.

�Are you at home?� I asked, curious as to why she was speaking
this way.

�Yes�I don�t want mom to hear,� she said quietly. �Can I see you
tomorrow?�

�Sure�but I have a few hours work in the morning�it will have to
be after one o'clock in the afternoon,� I explained.

�OK�I�ll say I�m going to a movie with Michelle�my friend,� she
said quickly.

�Will Michelle know what you tell your mother,� I said a little
cautiously, worried she was involving a friend in deception with
her parents. This could come unstuck if somehow Michelle was to
be ignorant of what Barbara had said and Barbara�s folks became
aware of the lie.

�Don�t worry,� she said. �Michelle has covered for me before�when
I wanted to date a guy�not Brad�without Brad knowing. I�ll tell
Michelle it is some cute guy who asked me out�that way she will
cover me with Brad to,� she concluded.

�OK,� I said cautiously. �After one o�clock at my place�1334
Wilton, fourth floor, apartment 12.�

The date was set. I sat and reviewed the situation. I had taken
Barbara�s virginity when she was not quite twelve and I was just
sixteen. We had regular sex for nearly nine months before her
parents asked me to leave because they did not like the friends I
had. They never suspected anything untoward going on between
Barbara and me. Now after three years, Barbara was not quite
fifteen and I was just gone nineteen. It was unspoken between us
but I was sure she knew�accepted�our reunion would result in a
rekindling of sex. In fact I counted on it. If I was stupid
enough to get involved sexually with her when she was a young
girl I was certainly capable of being stupid again if sex was the
goal; all based on the yearning I had to continue with her now
she had matured into a beautiful teenager. Despite her not being
sixteen and of legal age for sex, I had the hots for her with her
mature body. My judgment had not improved with age. But now any
adult male would covet this beautiful teen and dream of having
her. I was no different to anyone else�was I? I had already been
there with her and I did not stop to consider that it was still
just as wrong. I was excited at her wanting to meet me. And to a
more obvious point, I had not been laid since Shari left for
school in July; three months ago. I needed to get my rocks off.
And my beautiful teen ex-lover was there for the taking. I left
work and walked to the subway and rode back to my apartment. I
deviated into a CVS and bought some Trojans and a tube of KY,
along with toothpaste, a toothbrush and some face cream. All to
make it look like a basic personal hygiene goods purchase. I
didn�t have the balls to buy just the condoms and the KY. I had
considered Barbara�s maturity and if she was not able to become
pregnant before, even though we had used condoms on occasions,
she certainly could now and contraception was mandatory. That
night I rolled a Trojan on as I lay naked in my bed; the duvet
pushed down to my ankles and lying with my cock hard between my
hands. As I had done countless times before, I relived the sex
with my immature Barbara; with her bald prepubescent sex, and the
eagerness to open it up for me. I came hard into the condom;
panting as I lay in anticipation of what tomorrow would bring. My
ex-girlfriend Shari had been on oral contraception. The
liberating little pill for all womankind; so new to the market.
She had been able to get a prescription with help from an older
friend and this proved our Godsend for unfettered sex, albeit
infrequently because of lack of opportunity. Now with Barbara, I
would have to use condoms again. Shari and I had used them but
after a scare when she was late, and thinking it might have
failed, she went on the pill. I rolled the condom off my
deflating cock and padded to the poky little bathroom and flushed
it down the toilet. The practice run was perfect and I was
feeling smug with anticipation of tomorrow.

Saturday morning at work dragged as we had assembled to finish a
commercial we were recording. There was a lot of fluffed lines
and miscues of music and sound affects but thankfully we got
there near a quarter after twelve. I gave the master tape to the
producer Loren and as she and the voiceover guy stood chatting, I
slipped out and rode the subway home. I changed my pants,
preferring a pair of trendy jeans; faded to look like George
Harrison�s on the cover of the Beatles Abbey Road. Flared denims
were the fad these days. I had placed the Trojans and KY in the
single nightstand by the bed, and pulled the bedcovers up giving
it a used but tidy look. I tidied the room and turned the radio
on; tuned to The Rox as always. At about a quarter after one I
heard a soft tapping at the door. Eagerly I rushed to the door
but paused before opening it; trying to appear casual about
Barbara�s arrival. It was a wasted gesture as when I opened the
door, she stood there, a little pensive but beaming at me and
looking absolutely ravishing. I embraced her and we kissed a long
passionate kiss with searching tongues and our hands roving over
each others bodies. In the midst of the embrace I heard a door
open along the hall and realized it was my neighbor. I didn�t
want him to see Barbara and I kissing in the doorway; visible to
anyone in the hall. I pulled her inside and pushed the door
closed and quickly went back into a clinch and we kissed again.
Eventually she broke the kiss with a laugh and gasping for
breath.

�Wow�that was a big surprise,� she gasped. �A nice surprise
though,� and she held my hands and looked at me.

�I couldn�t help it,� I grinned. �You look so delectable I could
eat you,� then blushed at the double meaning in my words.

She gasped in mock shock at my inference of �eating� her and then
she giggled and said �I�m ready for dinner,� and laughed and
clasped me to her and we kissed again.

She was wearing a faded light-blue denim shirt with a white
cotton T-shirt underneath. Her small breast barely pushed the
layers of garments; so as to show their subtle curves. She hadn�t
been endowed with big boobs by any stretch of the imagination.
She wore the ubiquitous tight flared Levis that was our unisex
teen uniform of sorts, and she wore a pair of dark brown leather
boots. Her raven hair was full and lush framing her face and
tumbling over her shoulders front and back. It was considerably
full and longer than when she was twelve. She could easily pass
for sixteen or seventeen. I took her face in my hands and looked
at her.

�You OK about this?� I asked quietly, holding her gaze.

�Yep�of course,� she replied, but her face showed a trace of
indecision and apprehension.

�No thinking about Brad?� I said, and then regretted I had
mentioned her boyfriend.

The last thing I wanted was to tip her off course by introducing
any unnecessary guilt trip about Brad; or her parents or anyone
else for that matter.

�Brad�s a fucking idiot,� she scoffed at the mention of his name.

I furrowed my brow in question. Last time we met she turned down
my request to see her because she felt she wasn�t being fair on
him. Now it seems Brad was not popular. I decided not to ask in
case she purge whatever bad feeling she had and maybe come to
feel better about him as a consequence; and then maybe change her
mind.

�Let�s not mention him again then,� I said quickly and embraced
and kissed her again.

We stood just short of the bed kissing and soon the touching of
our hands became gentler; not just the frantic clinch we had
started out with but transmitting subtle signals to each other. I
caressed the nape of her neck and she ran her hands lightly
around my shoulders. I became hard in my jeans and she smiled as
we kissed and muttered into my mouth �someone�s pleased to see me
again� and giggled in the kiss. I stroked her ear and she
shuddered and went �m-m-m-m-m� into my mouth as she kissed. Her
tongue started to rove around and her kiss was wet and sloppy
with her mouth open as she was getting aroused. She had
definitely learned how to make out. I felt a hand leave my
shoulder and then it grabbed my crotch as she searched to detect
the lay of my now stiff cock in my jeans; grasping it through the
denim once she felt which way it was lying across my pubis in my
shorts. Barbara�s opening grope set off a chain reaction and I
maneuvered her quickly to the end of the bed and eased her back.
We broke the kiss and she clung to me; one hand on my shoulder
and her hand grasping my cock through the jeans as I crouched
toward her and deftly undid the belt on her jeans. She had to let
me go and brace her hands against the bed as I struggled to
remove her tight jeans; to stop herself being pulled off the bed
by the clinging jeans and my effort to get them off her. As I
peeled them down, her lower belly, and pubis covered in a black
shock of pubic hair came into view. The black pubes were a stark
contrast to her pale skin. She looked down her body at me
wresting her jeans to her knees and struggling to get the boots
free from her feet to remove the jeans and a pair of light blue
panties caught up in the confusion of garments and boots. As I
struggled and looked up at her I glanced at her sex and noted the
light pink of the inside of her labia; and the crinkle at the top
of her slit covering her pee hole and clitoris. I was turned on
by the sight of my nymph; now through puberty and a proper woman
in my mind. I got her boots off and pulled the jeans and panties
clear of her feet and with almost a sob, I sank to my knees and
went down on her. I had said she looked good enough to eat and I
was going to prove it.

I went at her urgently, as if starved, but as I took in her scent
and the sweet taste of her flesh I slowed and regained composure.
After a minute or two I had mentally resolved this first
reigniting of our sexual flame was to be for her. To convince her
it was the right thing to do. I nibbled and sucked and soon she
was squirming involuntarily on the bed. I sensed her arousal and
tested it with a finger in her vagina. She was moist, and not
just from my saliva. My girl was becoming clearly aroused at the
sucking and nipping of my mouth and lips on her labia and
clitoris. I inserted two fingers and after several more minutes
of subtle sucking and raking her clitoris with the pad of my
thumb she started to moan and move her hips around the bed; her
hands now grasping my hair and pulling my face into her sex. This
way I brought her off in a gentle drawn out orgasm; with her
gasping and panting and occasionally making soft �o-o-o-o-h-h�
noises as she trembled on my mouth and fingers. Eventually I
eased my mouth off her looked directly at her sex framed by her
raven pubic hair; my hand protruding from the tight sheath, all
wet and warm. Her legs were draped over the end of the bed and
bent at the knees with her toes just grazing the floor. She was
open and inviting; her eyes were slightly open behind heavy
eyelids as she watched me as she looked along her body at me
crouching between her knees. I eased up and gently removed my
fingers and went to the buttons of her denim shirt. I opened the
shirt and I got her to her sit up and she helped me strip the
shirt away. She sat as I crouched close and she pulled the
tee-shirt from her body, leaving a plain white bra as the only
clothes she wore. I was amused when she flicked the straps from
her shoulders and twisted the bra around and unhooked it in front
of her, discarding it to the floor of to the side of the bed
where she had thrown the shirt and tee-shirt. She was naked. Her
breasts looked quite full and round as she sat stooped forward,
and I caressed them gently and teased the nipples. She smiled at
my attention to her small mounds and ran her hand through the
back of my hair as appreciation for my loving endorsement of her
small boobs. The nipples were now hard and firm as I tweaked
them, and she winced when I pinched too hard.

�They�re not much bigger than before,� she muttered ruefully,
almost in apology.

�They�re beautiful,� I crooned. �Just beautiful. You�re
beautiful,� I affirmed and kissed her lips lightly and went back
to the nipples and breasts.

She clasped my head in her arms as she sat naked with her feet
dangling over the bed end. Finally she shook me lightly.

�Get undressed�I want you to be naked to,� she whispered
urgently.

I stood up and pulled the tie-dyed tee-shirt from my body. Joe
Cocker had a lot to answer for in 1969. I quickly shucked my
jeans and shorts and soon I stood naked before her; my cock
standing at an angle from my body. Jutting from my pubic bush
with the head flared; the foreskin pushed back by the engorging
of the organ with my lust for Barbara. Her eyes opened wide and a
broad smile of glee came over her face and she slid forward and
slipped into a crouch before me. She took the cock in hand and
examined it for a few seconds; rubbing the pearl of precum
weeping from the eye with her thumb pad, and making the mushroom
head slick. She looked up at me and smiled in a knowing way, and
holding eye contact with me, she took it into her mouth. It was
absolutely erotic as she gave me an exquisite blow job. The last
mouth here was Shari�s and that was months back. And it occurred
to me as Barbara stroked me as she sucked, that she had forgotten
nothing about what I liked in the three years we had been apart.
It also occurred to me a little later, after she had gone and I
was lazily jacking my semi-hard cock in refrain to the torrid sex
we had that day that she had in fact learned a little more than I
had taught her. I deduced I wasn�t the only cock she had had in
her mouth to date. But right now, this was just right. She
occasionally would look up at me and rub the cock against her
cheek lovingly before taking me in her mouth once more. Then
after a few more minutes of sucking and subtle jacking, she would
lift it and run her tongue up the underside as if licking an
ice-cream; and all the while watching my face and studying my
reaction to her efforts. This is what I later realized was new
about her technique; after she left. I started to get restless
and felt the nagging warning of impending ejaculation. I could
easily flood her mouth or splatter her face but the prize was to
fuck her once more; to penetrate her and hold myself deep inside
her tight warmth, as I had done so often long ago. There were
times to come, to have complete blow jobs with messy results, but
right now I wanted in her. I summoned the willpower to disengage
her fervent mouth and stroking hand and held her wrists as I
helped her stand. I embraced her and crudely pushed my groin up
and in at her, my cock head bumping her labia and slipping past
to poke out the back of her crotch. She moved herself against me
straddling my erection; jammed horizontal under her crotch.

�He wants in,� I chuckled lightly in her ear. She eased her head
back and looked at me with concern on her face.

�You can�t�I�m sorry Stevie. I don�t want to get pregnant,� she
said, her eyes almost pleading with me not to go on with the
obvious intention of penetrating her; fucking her properly.

I chuckled and pulled her against me and obscenely dry humped her
once more; my cock sliding against her dewy labia.

�I�ve got Trojans,� I said with my head buried in her hair as I
held her to me standing at the foot of the bed. �Condoms,
rubbers�you�ll be safe, OK?�

She pulled her head back and looked at me and took in my words
and then beamed her acceptance.

�You�ve got it all worked out,� she said quietly.

I nodded and grinned at her.

�I�m a good boy scout. I cum prepared,� I chuckled emphasizing
the word �cum�. �And anyway, we used to use them before;
remember?�

�But I doubt I could have gotten pregnant then anyway,� she said.
�I�ve always wondered why you got them before I�d ever reached
puberty.�

�I always thought girls could get pregnant before a period,� I
said, defending my use of the condoms back then.

She nodded.

�I suppose you�re right. It was the safest thing to do. And now I
definitely can get pregnant,� she said considering the situation.

�Exactly. Come on, slip back up onto the bed,� I said guiding her
back and she scooted her butt onto the bed and slid back up
towards the pillow. Her legs were askance as she shuffled back
and her sex was pink and open after the workout from my mouth and
fingers. Reluctantly I tore my gaze away from it and moved around
the side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer and took out
a Trojan in its foil shield. I ripped the foil with my teeth and
turning to her I rolled the latex down my erection. She lay
watching with a look of fascination as if she had never seen me
do this before. I smoothed the condom evenly along my cock and
the as an afterthought I reached into the drawer and brought the
KY tube out and held it up. She looked quizzically at it; her
face a question not knowing what it was.

�It�s KY�lube�to make it easier,� I explained. �Do you think you
need it?�

�We never needed it before�when I was smaller�oh�hang on, that�s
right�I think you had Vaseline the first time,� she said
recalling her loss of virginity at eleven.

I knelt on the bed and slid my fingers between her legs. She lay
watching me; studying my face as a warm feeling ran through me as
I slipped a finger into her. She lifted her hips to allow me
easier access and because she was quite moist from her orgasm and
my saliva, I unscrewed the cap of the KY and squeezed a blob onto
my hand and lubed my sheathed cock instead. I was betting this
was the first time she had been in this situation since I had sex
with her way back when. It would not be much different from then.
She may be older, but physically she hadn�t grown all that much.
A little taller and a woman�s shape; but internally she may be
just as difficult to penetrate fully as she was back then. All
the while Barbara studied my actions with a look of fascination
on face. I was ready. I screwed the cap back on the KY and tossed
it on the nightstand. Fixing my gaze on Barbara�s face I
maneuvered myself around and between her shins. She moved her
legs, opening herself as I moved forward on my knees until I was
between her thighs. I reached a hand beside her shoulder to take
the weight of my upper body and slowly let my knees slide back as
I flattened out, guiding my cock towards her parted labia as I
eventually lay along her body with the sheathed helmet of my
stiff cock pushing her labia gently apart. I slowly insinuated
myself into her and she brought her hands up to my upper arms and
steadied me as I slowly moved back and forth; each in-stroke
pushing me deeper into her tightness. She felt deliciously tight
and it took a few in-out movements before she gasped and lifted
her head back as I went in as deep as I could.

�Oh shit,� she sighed �he feels like he�s way up in my stomach.�

The words were trite, almost banal, but they had the effect of
pushing all care and gentle consideration from my mind and
spurred me to immediately fuck her as if I had never had a fuck
in my life. I began quickly shoving in and out and flattened
closer to her as she grunted and gasped in my ear as I nudged her
cervix as I soon went balls deep inside. I pulled my hand back
along her flanks and under buttocks and, lifting them, I rutted
deep and she grabbed my shoulders as I crouched over her. Her
face was an expression of stoic acceptance in the face of
something she might rather not endure but as I found a rhythm to
move myself to cumming, she relaxed a little and eventually her
lower legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs and she hooked
them there as I fucked her. Now the initial recoil to the
onslaught had passed, she lay moving as best she could to ensure
I went in straight and not at an angle which had caused to her to
grunt and grimace in discomfort. I let one of her buttocks go and
moved the hand to a breast and kneaded it and tweaked the nipple
and she gasped at the light pain in the little nubbin. This way I
abandoned myself to the onslaught of sweet release and she clung
to me as I slammed her in several long shoves; pausing to jet a
string of semen into the condom and then pulling back to shove in
as the next string of cum filled the tit at the end. I did this
five or six times as I unloaded into it and gasped, almost
sobbing as I dropped onto her as I spent myself inside her;
sheathed in the condom.

I lay in her for several minutes and she held me like a baby. I
was bringing my breathing under control and the swoon of sexual
release was pushing me into afterglow. I felt satisfied and
happy. She lightly kissed my shoulder and stroked my hair. We lay
like this for a few minutes and then as my weight was becoming
too much for her to bear, she lightly shook my shoulder.

�Stevie...move back,� she whispered. �You�re becoming too heavy
for me.�

Her legs were now lying on the bed and my cock had softened and
it had slipped from her sex; the condom now loose and hanging
full of semen. I roused myself up and eased off her to lie beside
her and she turned and snuggled into the crook of my arm. She
smiled sweetly at me and patted my shoulder.

�That was what you�ve missed wasn�t it?� she said quietly.

I laughed and nodded my head almost sheepishly.

�That and eating you out,� I grinned crudely.

�I liked that to,� she agreed. �And I�ve missed you so much,� she
said as tears filled her eyes as the emotion of the reunion
finally caught up with her. �But now we�re back together�for a
long time�for ever,� she crooned and I felt her tears on my chest
as she wept in joy at being here with me.

I was glad she wasn�t looking at my face. Her words struck me
like a blast of cold air.

�Oh fuck,� I thought. �Forever? It can never be forever. It can
never be at all! What have I got myself into?�

Chapter 12: A Full Relationship

Despite this rush of regret at what had happened, the post
ejaculation remorse soon passed. After we had dozed together for
nearly an hour, we rekindled our reunion sex. I discarded the
full condom and rejoined her on the bed. She reached for my cock
and she turned around and went down on me; tentatively at first
as she tasted the semen on my foreskin after it having soaked in
the condom. But as I became hard in her hand, she laved me clean.
All the while I fingered her as she crouched beside my chest and
bent down over my groin; sucking and stroking as her hair tickled
my thighs. Occasionally she pulled her hair back and turned to
look at me. At these moments, with her neck exposed, the youthful
fourteen year old face returned. With the hair down the seventeen
year old was back. I coaxed her to straddle me; something we had
never done when she was a preteen, and I pulled her crotch to my
mouth and worked her over with fingers and mouth. I brought her
to another orgasm in this sixty-nine position. Her frantic
movements in response to my mouth and searching tongue, and
fingers jammed deep in her sex, caused her to completely abandon
sucking me. Instead she clung to my cock like it was a handhold
to save her from the shaking and spasms that enveloped her as the
orgasm took her over. As she lay exhausted across my legs, I
slipped out from under her and quickly took a condom from the
nightstand and rolled it onto my hard cock. I kneeled behind her
and lifted her hips so I could shove forward and she groaned in
discomfort as I plowed her deep and fast. I fucked her rapidly
for no more than three or four minutes; the surge of lust and
power from controlling her caused me to cum quickly in a cry joy
at the release, as I once again filled the latex membrane
separating our flesh. She had knelt passive as I shoved into her
and her body shuddered as I slapped against her butt, going deep
inside. Her small breasts were quivering and jiggling; looking
much larger as they hung down with the nipples grazing the bed.
Her back arched with her hips up, on her knees, and her head
lying sideways against the duvet near the foot of bed; framed by
her hands clutching the bedding. My toes were digging into the
pillow at the head of the bed as I held her hips while kneeling
behind her; and using her as I wanted.

Barbara left at about four thirty. She said this would be when
she would be leaving the movies and she would get home at a time
as expected by her parents. We dressed and I quickly tidied the
bed while she went to the bathroom to pee. Come time for her to
leave, we lingered at the door and kissed and she promised to
find a way to meet me back her next weekend. We had agreed during
an after-sex chat that we needed to be careful and not try to get
every spare moment together. I had convinced her that to try to
be together when circumstances may not be the best could cause us
being careless and lead to discovery. It was during our chat that
she told me that boyfriend Brad had apparently told friends she
gave him blow jobs. When I assumed she meant he was making up
stories, she didn�t acknowledge my comment when I suggested he
was lying, and I realized after she had gone that she had
probably given Brad head. It tied in with her new oral technique
that I wasn�t the tutor for. So she was angered by his bragging
about the truth, not spreading a lie.

�Why don�t you just dump him?� I asked.

�My folks and his folks have become friends�they think its great
Brad and I are dating. They both think they can control what we
are doing but still let us think we can be boyfriend and
girlfriend,� she said a little dismayed as she recalled her
domestic situation.

�Ah�they have you both corralled and know you can�t get up to any
hanky panky,� I said, understanding her predicament. �But you
must have some time together�if he�you�you know�?� I said
referring to the idea she had given him oral sex.

She blushed.

�Well yes�there are some times they are not around�but not many,�
she answered without being specific.

I had the picture. She and Brad were able to have a few stolen
adolescent moments and apparently him getting a blow job was on
the agenda when they had the opportunity. She had had my cock in
her mouth countless times as a preteen so it wasn�t like it was
new territory for her. So despite his gaffe of telling his
friends, Brad was kept on as her boyfriend but at arms length as
a consequence; just for appearances with her parents who were
fond of him. But by her own admission she treated him like dirt
and he hadn�t felt her warm mouth and hand on his wiener since he
opened his big mouth.

�And what about you?� I said tentatively. �Have you ever confided
in anyone what we did�back then�to anyone�girlfriend,
confession��

�What? You think that because Brad blabbed, I would blab to!� she
sputtered in suppressed anger. �I�ve never ever told a soul,� she
said indignantly. �Not a word�and confession�why confession?� she
said.

�Well�you�re Catholic,� I started. �You�re supposed to have
confession�something to tell�I just thought that maybe�� and
tailed off as her look of indignation started to turn to an
angry.

�There are plenty of menial things to tell in confession,� she
hissed, �but what we did is not one of them. Do you think I�m an
idiot?� she spat.

�Ok�Ok�I wasn�t trying to be insulting�I just thought that maybe
the pressure might have got to you in retrospect�that�s all,� I
said lamely, trying to explain myself. �I�m sorry I brought it
up. I trust you�I won�t ever mention it again.�

I embraced her by way of an apology and she warmed to me again
and we kissed as she said goodbye and left until next time. I
felt reassured she was not going to spill the beans on our
relationship; past or present.

For almost eight months Barbara was able to visit me nearly every
week. Sometimes it was for most of a Saturday afternoon or other
times a stolen hour between the end of high school and going
home. We would grapple on my bed like crazy people. In that time
she allowed me to indulge myself with her pliable young body and
I twisted and bent her in impossible positions as I pushed myself
deep inside her. Her appetite for further sexual discovery was
enormous, and fuelled by my immature lust, we engaged in numerous
carnal activities. She struggled with my cock shoved down her
throat; gagging with fluid streaming from her nose as her eyes
watered as I throated her. I came in her mouth more often now, as
a consolation for not being able to cum in her cunt for fear I
would get her pregnant. We smoked a joint one wet afternoon and I
coaxed her to let me shave her. She was shrieking in laughter as
the effects of the grass hit her; and the tickling as I shaved
the coarse black pubes away with a hand razor. She went along
with her new bald preteen look and kept herself smooth as she had
been when I first had her as a prepubescent girl. Some times I
would lie and toy with her sex; prising it open and feeling the
texture of her labia and splay her open and look at the pinkness
and the dilation of her exposed vaginal tunnel. I would sometimes
tickle her anal pucker but she never warmed to that. I would
reciprocate and let her fondle and inspect my cock and balls and
she spent ages playing with it whether flaccid or hard. So we
became totally conversant with each others genitals.

As the months passed I was able to give her increasingly stronger
orgasms with my mouth and fingers and after one rather erotic
session, as she lay wasted and helpless following a shuddering
orgasm, I twisted her around onto her side and slowly traced my
finger over her exposed anal pucker. I had penetrated her there
with my pinky on a few occasions during our initial sexual
encounters those three years back. She was never entirely happy
with my finger being shoved in through the sphincter, but
reluctantly accepted it as just another adult dimension to sex. I
regarded her prone figure and realized she was out to it; in a
deep post-sexual doze. I greased her anus with the KY, which we
had hardly used as she was now lubricating naturally. I pushed
one, then two fingers into her and lubed the inner walls of her
sphincter and rectum. Satisfied she was slick and greasy, I
straddled her upper leg and with some care and a degree of
difficulty I pushed into her pucker. It was absolutely fantastic
and a carnal flush came over me. I sodomized her for at least
fifteen minutes while she was virtually unconscious. Finding the
initial position awkward I maneuvered her around onto her back
and sodomized her in the missionary position holding her legs
over my shoulders; allowing deeper penetration. She mumbled and
occasionally twisted her body and a hand pushed at my hip as if
to repel the invader in her ass. But she never became totally
aware of what I was doing to her, such was her post-orgasmic
stupor.  Finally when I felt I could hold off cumming no longer,
I propped her on her stomach over pillows under her hips and
straddled her and sodomized her doggy fashion. I blew my mind at
the thought of leaving my load deep inside her body as I had done
all those years back, and I came buckets inside her rectum. She
wasn�t initially aware she had been fucked in the ass until she
went to the bathroom to pee after finally waking. She returned
feeling herself gingerly back there, as she walked into the room
naked, with a quizzical look on her face.

�My ass hurts,� she said looking at me quizzically. �Why do you
think that is?�

I confessed I had sodomized her and she burst into tears and
slapped and hit me, angry at my impertinence at doing such a
dirty thing when she was unable to defend herself. After I calmed
her down she told me she was most angry that I had used her
without her being aware of it, more than the act itself; although
she reiterated she did not consider anal sex �natural�.

�We have to do things together,� she sobbed as she admonished me.

So we did. The next week she asked me tentatively to show me what
I did when she was out to it the previous week. The entire two
and a half hours was one carnal exploration in anal sex. I
greased her lovingly and she lay watching me pensively as I
shuffled up between her thighs and lifted her buttocks by hooking
her legs over my shoulders. I coaxed her to pull her butt cheeks
apart and she reluctantly did so; her face flushed with a mixture
of shame, embarrassment and excitement at what was about to
happen. I entered her rectum rather effortlessly she was so well
greased with KY. I took her on her back, on her hands and knees
and she straddled me as she had done for vaginal penetration;
only she held my hard cock and slid it into her tight anus as she
lowered herself squatting on the soles of her feet. I rewarded
her by sodomizing her on her hands and knees while masturbating
her vigorously as I reached around and fondled her. She came hard
as I buried myself into her and filled her bowel with cum. Anal
sex became a major part of our sexual repertoire from that
weekend forward. On some occasions when she visited, she had her
period so I took her anally as she masturbated to orgasm; with
the tampon cord hanging from her labia. *** Barbara was fifteen,
nearer sixteen when once more we would be driven apart. Despite
the carnal nature of our sex, I was restless and often had bouts
of depression that I was in a sexual relationship with an under
age girl. I could not take her to parties, the movies, or even
into town shopping, for fear I would be seen as an immoral cradle
snatcher; which of course I was. I had reasoned that the longer
we went on with our affair, the closer to discovery we would get.
I convinced myself it had to end but I also knew she was totally
rapt with the affair. To break it off could cause all kinds of
emotional heartache for her and I was fearful she might react so
badly as to confess to her parents as a way of retribution
against me. The situation solved itself and the beginning of the
end of the affair started one weekend when she did not appear as
expected. I waited but she never came. The following week there
was no call as usual and a second weekend passed without word.
Eventually I got a call into the fourth week we had been apart
and she asked if I could meet her in the town library late one
Wednesday afternoon after school. Her class was to attend a book
reading and she would remain and wait for me after the reading,
and her class had left. As we sat in a secluded corner of the
library, both with books in front of us that we had no interest
in, she told me in a hushed tone that her supposed boyfriend Brad
was suspicious of her frequent disappearances; that the first
time she missed our rendezvous was because she spotted him
tailing her on the bus and subway. She had continued dating Brad
despite his bragging about his sexual contact with her as it kept
her parents thinking all was well and they had a good
understanding of who she was seeing; and they had subtle control
of their beautiful daughter. But after nearly dumping him as
punishment for his big mouth, she gave him another chance and
since then the creep had become obsessive about her.

�Did he know you knew he was following?� I asked, concerned Brad
may have tailed on a day she did not see him behind her; perhaps
leading him to my building.

�I don�t think so. But I never actually came to your street,
instead walking in around the block and then I lost him at an
intersection. I went straight back home,� she said in a whisper.

�Did he later ask you where you were going?� I asked.

�No. He�s never mentioned a word,� she said shaking her head.
�Which makes me think he thinks I will make the journey again and
he is still going to follow me,� she concluded.

�I think you�re right,� I said in agreement. �If he hasn�t
confronted you, it means he�s still curious to find why you
apparently took a bus and subway to walk around a few blocks and
then vanish,� I said in a concerned voice.

She nodded, her face looking strained. She looked me in the eye.

�I can�t come anymore,� she said and her eyes watered and her
lips quivered as she spoke. �It�s too dangerous now��

I was secretly delighted she had come to this realization. She
was giving me the solution to ending the affair herself. I
feigned a look of disappointment and then finally agreed with
her.

�I think you�re right Babs. It�s too risky continuing with Brad
snooping around. We have too much to lose if we get discovered,�
I whispered in a resigned way.

In reality I had everything lose and she would be seen as the
victim. I was looking at a long time behind bars if this ever
came out. My life would be ruined. She would get counseling and
sympathy; particularly if the previous juvenile encounter three
years ago were revealed as well. I couldn�t rely on her not
giving in to questioning if this current affair was revealed. Her
parents would suspect I may have been grooming her way back, when
I lived with them.

�I hate this,� she sniffed. �I missed you for so long�and then
found you�and now�� and the tears tumbled and she fought to
compose herself.

I reached across the table and took her hands and I sat silent
while she wept for a few minutes and then eventually composed
herself and looked at me with her sad brown eyes.

�We can maybe get together after a break of a few months,� she
whispered optimistically. �Maybe after the holidays.�

�That�s probable,� I said not wanting to fully endorse us getting
back together. �But only if Brad is out of your life�not snooping
around�obsessing over you.�

She nodded her agreement.

�I think it�s gonna be hard for me to dump him properly though,�
she said and sniffed and wiped her hand across her nose.

�Our parents are the ones pushing us. They each think we are
�just right�,� she said a little derisively, emphasizing �just
right� with her fingers as exclamation points.

�They�re pushing us �cos they think it�s safe and they don�t have
any worries with us together. It�s so patronizing,� she scoffed.
�Just because they�re friends, I shouldn�t have to date Brad if I
don�t want to. And it�s all, �oh aren�t they so nice together��
and bleech�I want to puke sometimes,� she sneered as she thought
of her and Brad�s parents.

�I think we just take a break indefinitely�no timetable�and I
think that if and when the time is right it will be obvious�just
like us meeting again at the rock concert that day last summer,�
I said trying to appear upbeat.

�Do you really believe that?� she whispered, obviously a little
skeptical at my assessment.

�Things have a way of working out,� I said sagely. �I really
think you and I have some sort of destiny together�in some shape
or form?� I said, hoping I was wrong, and this was the end.

She squeezed my hands and then her face went pale as she glanced
beyond me.

�Oh God�its Mary and Lori! Don�t move�don�t turn round,� she
whispered in shock and bowed her head concealing herself behind
me.

I looked quizzically at her.

�Two girls from my class; they must have come back. I can�t let
them see us,� she whispered urgently. �Just stay like you
are�wait�they�re moving around one of the shelves�they�re out of
view,� she said and sighed in relief her friends had moved down
an aisle formed by the tall bookshelves.

�You�d best leave me,� she said sadly. �In case they come back
and see us. They�ll certainly ask who you are and I just know
they�ll rat me out to Brad. Loren has the hots for Brad�she�d
definitely squeal on me,� she said in a rapid jerky whisper;
almost a stream of conscious monologue.

I stood quickly and closed the book I was pretending to read and
tucked it under my arm. Despite the fortuitous situation where
Barbara was breaking off the affair, and it suiting my own
assessment of our relationship, I felt a lump come to my throat
and I was surprised at a sudden rush of emotion as I realized
this was the end yet again. I steadied myself by grabbing the
table and after quickly composing myself; I smiled wanly at her,
our eyes locking as we both felt sad at this situation.

�Bye Babs,� I whispered, barely keeping my voice from breaking.
�Take care of yourself,� and I turned and walked quickly away
from the table, keeping the bookshelves between me and her
friends.

I walked quickly to the library main doors and dropped the book
into a bin of returned books, and fled the building. Outside on
the street I walked about fifty feet and then stopped, and
leaning against a street lamp standard, I had to take several
deep breaths and steady myself. I was confused as I felt great
relief and yet overwhelming sadness at what was happening. It
took me some months to stop thinking about her. Not just because
I missed the torrid carnal sex, but to stop the pangs of guilt
and panic at the thought of ever being discovered having abused
her at ages eleven and fourteen. If she ever tried to contact me
again in the immediate months following our break up, she would
have found that I had moved. Over the following Christmas holiday
weekend I came under increasing pressure from my parents about my
failure to go to college; and after much arguing and pressure I
finally gave in and agreed to enroll for a small college with a
good reputation, about two hundred miles away. By early summer I
had finished my brief career as a sound engineer at the radio
station and soon I was at college studying a new topic called
computer science, and learning about the new era that was
predicted in the technology of computing devices. We were in a
new decade. The Seventies were to be the revolution year for
computers, and the emergence of the personal computor. I was
locked in to the technology and ultimately it would become my
vocation. Life became normal with a pleasing procession of
college girls my own age as I moved into my early twenties.
Occasionally I would think of Barbara and wondered what the more
adult version was like. Our age difference was becoming
increasingly less of a liability as she moved towards her
twenties. I sometimes wondered what might ensue if I did meet her
as a young woman. Would she see me as the person she said she
loved, or would her own rationalizing of the loss of her sexual
innocence see the adult regretting all she had allowed herself to
endure as the child? �Best keep it as it is,� I thought. �No
point in disturbing the past.� I wasn�t to know it then but the
story of Barbara and I had not ended. As I had told her that day
we last parted, things do have a way of working out; even if
sometimes you don�t want them to.

The saga continues�


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