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(Mf, cons, ped)
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--- INTRODUCTION ---
Please read before going further so you have a basic background of the story.
You are about to read the rough draft of an excerpt from a novel I'm writing.
It tells of my experiences with two young girls, Holly and Jennifer, who I met
after moving into my neighborhood. Holly is 13, and Jennifer is 12.
If you want to read the full story of how we met, and the events leading up to
this chapter, go to https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ajhill/www/index.htm to
read the novel (as much as I've written so far).
== Holly Once More ==
Timeline: April 10, 2006
NOTE: This chapter comes in on the middle of a conversation with Holly, after
she informed me that she was pregnant. At this stage, we weren't sure if the
baby was mine or not, she is four months pregnant and just NOW telling me. No
one else knew yet. As we're talking about what to do, Jenn calls me on the
phone, asking if she can come over, but I had to say no without telling her why.
Holly could tell that our phone conversation was a bit lovey-dovey, and after I
hung up, she directed the subject of discussion to our relationship. This is
where we come in...
~
"I should be the one that's with you", she said.
"You know what, Holly, it almost was that way. No lie. I had my eye on you
for a long time before Jenn came along. The bonfire was the first real chance
for me to get close to you, but...� I shrugged a little and shook my head
slightly, not knowing how to finish my thought. She knew, though, what I was
thinking. Jenn happened.
"If I wasn't pregnant we wouldn't be here right now."
"No, not likely."
"You kissed me last week"
"I... I don't know why I did that."
"You still like me, don't you." ...Busted!
I looked at her. My eyes locked with hers, and I didn't know if I should spill
the beans or not. To deny my feelings to her would keep me safe. To admit my
feelings would open new doors, new windows, new cans of worms. What exactly
was I ready to do? I decided that, given the situation we were in, I should at
least let her know what's in my heart. After everything that went down in
January, and after all this time that she's obviously been waiting for me, I
think I owed her some sort of explanation. Maybe it was time.
"Here's how it is, Holly" I began, "I still... have strong feelings for you,
and I care what happens to you. I care a lot! Every time I see you pass
through the yard, or see you going in or out of your grandmother's house,
getting into the van, or just seeing you in the distance across the field... I
feel it right in here," I tapped on my chest over my heart, "and I can't
breathe right, as corny as that sounds."
"It's not corny", she said. "I'm like that, too." Man, she needs to get over
me.
"I think of you often", I continued, "wondering how you're doing and what
you're up to; whether you're moving on with your life or not. When I see you
just hanging around outside, knowing you're waiting for me to notice you, I
know you're NOT moving on, and I worry about you. I want you to be happy. I
want to make sure you're ok."
There, I said it. I let her know how I feel. I blew it and I resolved it in
one shot. I waited for her response.
"Then why won't you see me, even if it's in secret?" was her response.
I thought about it for a few seconds before answering. "Because I would fall
in love with you." She perked right up on hearing those words from me. Hope
sprung up in her eyes. I knew that would happen, and I had to defuse it.
"So???" she said.
"I'm in love with Jenn. I can't be in love with two people. As much as you
don't want to hear it, I really am in love with her, and she's like head over
heels in love with me. I don't want to lose her, and won't do anything that
would cause us to break up. As much as I want to be with you, I want to be
with her more. I'm sorry." Holly said nothing. Her eyes were moist again as
she thought about what I said. This was so heart wrenching.
"Can we be together... just for TODAY?" she asked, her emotions starting to
well up again. "Can we just do it once? Be like it's supposed to be? I mean
look at me! After awhile no one will want me! I'm PREG - NANT!! I have a baby
in me! I need somebody to love me!!" ...whoa... And she started crying,
burying her face in her arms at the table, just crying. I was rendered
speechless by this sudden and genuine heartfelt plea from such a young girl.
She knew her situation. She knew it was the end of her world as she knew it.
And she wanted one more moment of the old world before the new one kicked in
completely.
"Stay here", I said.
She looked up. "Huh?"
I stood up and put on my coat, and grabbed the car keys off the hook. "Stay
here", I repeated. "I'll be back in about ten minutes. If anyone comes up to
the house, duck out of sight and make sure no one knows you're here."
"Okay", she said, wondering what the hell I was doing.
I ducked out the door and got in my car, and drove it to the convenience store
around the corner, around the back. Locked the car and left it there as I
walked back home. Once I was inside my house again I locked the door behind me.
Now it would appear that no one was home. Jenn would see no car in the
driveway, and anyone else who might show up would think I'm gone.
I sat back down at table, this time in a chair closer to Holly, not sitting
across from her but beside her.
"Now we're alone," I said, "and private. No worries about anyone walking in.
My wife is gone for the day. It's just us."
She smiled such a great smile when I said that. It was good to see it. It was
good to be with her. I looked down at her mid-section and, although the
evidence of her condition wasn't all that prominent yet, I knew what was there;
and the thought that maybe it was created by me and Holly together... it felt
like we should be together as she wished, if even for one day. So today I was
hers.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Doing what?"
"Making it private for us." Her expression was pleasant. She was obviously
quite happy to be here with me like this, but still wondered why I would do it.
"Well, under the circumstances I think we need this time together. We have
until six o'clock if necessary. What do you want to do?"
"I... just want to be with you. Whatever."
"Come", I said, and reached out my hand, which she took, and I led her down to
the studio.
"Can we do this when I'm pregnant?"
"If that's what we end up doing, yes. It won't hurt the baby--or you."
"So what are we going to do", she asked as we headed for the studio door.
"I don't know", I said, "but it has to be out of sight of any possible visitors
to the house. We have to be down here. Too bad you didn't bring your sax."
"I know. But I didn't know we would do this."
When I closed the studio door behind us I stood in front of her and just looked
at her for a few seconds. "Um...I have no idea where to go from here", I said.
"But here we are, totally alone together. It's nice." I looked around the
studio, liking the isolation, the quiet.
"Yeah", she said, her faced all lit up like a kid at Christmas, "it's awesome.
I wanna kiss you." Just like that, out of the blue. 'Kiss me', she says. Man!
"So kiss me."
Her eyes widened in total surprise. "REALLY???"
"Yes, why not. You got 'til the count of three. ...One..." I never got to
two, but she didn't kiss me, either. Instead she wrapped her arms around me
and hugged me real tight for a long time.
"I think I'm already in love with you", she said as she held me there. "I miss
you. I keep waiting for you."
"I know, Holly", as I stroked her hair, her gorgeous hair; the angel hair I
wrote about in a song that first year I ever saw her. She felt just as good in
my arms as she did before. Holding her is different than holding Jenn. Both
girls are wonderful to hold, and because I love Jenn like I do it's the best,
but holding Holly has always had its own specialness to it that's hard to
describe. It's times like this that I think I have already fallen in love with
two people. But it just can't stay that way; I can't live that way.
I got her to release her hold on me and said, "I wanna see you".
"What do you mean?� she replied.
"I wanna see you" I said, nodding and gesturing toward her belly. "I wanna see
where the baby is." And she started pulling up her shirt like she did the day
before when she first told me.
"No no", I said, "like this." And I reached out to unbutton the buttons on her
shirt, and removed it completely, putting it on the studio console. She didn't
try to stop me. Then I unclasped her bra, and put it with her shirt. Her
breasts were now bare, and they looked so fine. A little bigger now, but maybe
not because she's growing; most likely because she's preparing for motherhood.
Still, her budding chest was so nice to look at. I couldn't help but caress
them a little, once again feeling their youthful firmness and softness. Her
nipples began to stiffen, and I wanted so much to suck on them. But no, I kept
my distance that way. Holly watched my hands move over her chest as I gently
explored the front of her upper body.
Her hair fell down around her shoulders so feminine and sexy, and the way it
fell across her naked breasts was so erotic. This girl has a body. I'm not
ashamed to admit her body is more sexy and inviting than Jenn's; it always was,
and I've always said so (but not to Jenn of course). I ran my fingers through
her hair for a bit, and softly touched her face, just soaking up the vision of
her in front of me. It made me smile. She said nothing.
I looked down toward her belly, and could see the beginning of the evidence
that she was carrying a new life. I had mixed feelings about seeing her like
that. It was sad, and it was amazing. She's way too young for this, but
Mother Nature somehow thinks otherwise. I was reminded of the night Jenn stood
in this same spot and told me she wanted to have a baby for me; and how I told
her it was not the right time of her life. Now Holly stood before me, herself
in that same time of her own life, having a baby, and probably having it for me.
Mixed feelings, like I said. Sadness and awe at the same time. I was too
young to appreciate it with Cheryl, thirty years ago. Now, at forty-five I
know the significance of it; and it's amazing.
I opened Holly's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and she took
them off. Now it was just her panties that covered a small part of her very
scrumptious body. It's hard to not express it that way. There's no other way
to describe her. I hooked my thumbs in the elastic band of her panties, and
gave a small tug, and looked at her before continuing.
"It's ok", she said.
I got on my knees, and brought her panties down over her hips, exposing her
peach that was maturing with a little more hair than before; not peach fuzz
anymore, it was now soft wisps of reddish brown pubescent hair that I'm sure
was heaven to touch, but I didn't.
"I don't shave it", she volunteered, "I like seeing it grow like that."
"You're growing up, Holly. Turning into a young woman. Let it happen the way
you want it to happen. To me you're beautiful just as you are."
I continued pulling her panties down past her thighs and calves; her legs are
sexy, smooth, and long. My hands brushed her skin all the way down. She took
in a quick breath and let it out again, and I looked up to see that she had her
eyes closed and head back a little, loving my touch. "You okay?" I asked. She
just held her head back and eyes closed and smiled, letting out a little giggle
as if to say 'you know damn well I'm okay'.
When her panties were at her ankles she stepped out of them, and I stood up,
moved back one step, and looked at her full naked body in front of me. She
seemed a bit self-conscious suddenly, but I smiled and nodded to let her know
that she is indeed beautiful. I could now see the full, unadorned view of her
mid-section.
"Turn sideways just a touch", I instructed her, and she did. I looked at how
her belly was ever so slightly growing, and again, even though this was a
thirteen-year old girl who should never be in this condition, the beauty of
seeing the beginning of life like this was a lot to take in. It takes your
breath away. I had to have a large measure of respect for her at that moment.
She had never mentioned aborting the baby, nor adoption, nor anything else that
would mean relieving herself of the duties of being a mother. She seemed to
accept the fact that she was going have a child. As sad and unfortunate as
that was, I had to respect her for it. I only hoped that everything would go
well for her.
She was feeling a little odd being on display like this, I could tell, even if
it was only me there with her. So I told her she could get dressed again if
she felt uncomfortable. Besides, if she stayed naked any longer I wouldn't be
able to keep my hands off her. It was hard enough as it was. To touch her now
would be dangerous.
"I don't wanna get dressed", she said. Fuck.
"No? Okay, well, then what?" As if I didn't know. Damn.
"I want you to make love to me."
Make love to her??? She wanted me to "make love" to her! The last time we
were in this situation it was "have sex", or "fuck", but never "make love".
Not only that, it was the same sentiment that Jenn said to me back when we
first really did make love; that slow fuck moment. Now Holly was saying the
same thing. "Make love to me". I didn't know how to respond.
She raised her arms out from her sides a few inches, and looked at herself
standing naked, and giggled a little. She giggled that damned cute giggle
that she does that I find so hard to resist. It goes right through me. And
the way she stood there and waited for my response... she's so beautiful;
sexual; desirable. Ricky could never appreciate what he had when he fucked
her. And that's all he did was fuck her. I wanted to make love to her.
Before I did anything else, I got back down on my knees, held Holly by the
outside of her upper thighs, and gently pressed my cheek against the outward
curve of her belly; and closed my eyes there for a few seconds, soaking up the
feeling. She held my head while I stayed there.
"I can't believe this is happening", she said.
"That I'm here with you?� I asked.
"Yeah, but... I'm gonna have a baby."
I couldn't believe it, either, and for a minute I started feeling guilty,
thinking that a moment like this should be reserved for Jenn when WE have a
baby together. She's my true love, and for her to give me a child is something
I look forward to, and would cherish. Doing what I was doing now with Holly
should be for Jenn. But I also knew the reality of such a hope, so I let
myself get lost with Holly, and imagined a little that it was Jenn. Gave her
belly a little kiss or two. So soft.
I moved my kisses downward to the softness between her legs; to brush my lips
against the new soft strands. I nuzzled her there, enjoying the little girl
smell and little girl softness. I didn't get into anything overtly sexual,
just was experiencing the feel of her against my face and lips as I gave her a
few soft kisses on her young peach. She held my head there as I planted my
kisses, and almost involuntarily pushed herself into me a little as I kissed
her. She was enjoying this every bit as much as I was, I'm sure.
When I finally stood up, needless to say I WAS a bit turned on sexually. Okay,
so I was hard as a rock! My feelings for Holly are real, and I've always
wanted to be with her at least one more time. I was suddenly reminded again of
another girl from another part of my life who I'd wanted to be with one more
time; Chelsea, who I turned down when that chance became reality. I'll be
damned if I blow a similar chance with Holly. I took Holly in my arms and
kissed her intensely, but gently and with all the love and passion I had to
give her. We kissed for a good five minutes, and I alternated between nice
little kisses on her lips, and kissing her neck and face, and back to heated,
tongue-filled kisses. I invited her to the couch. She accepted.
Our lovemaking was unreal. Touching her skin again, the feel of my mouth on her
breasts, the way she moved under me, and the sounds she made as I pleased her.
I told her how beautiful she is, and how good she feels wrapped in my arms. I
love how her arms feel as she holds me. She encompasses me. She has a
different kind of passion and lovemaking than Jenn. It's a little more raw and
inexperienced, but also more open, and willing to completely give. Making love
with Jenn is still better because we're so in love, but Holly gives herself
completely. And it's awesome.
When I entered her, I was careful at first, not knowing if it would be painful
for her or not. I eased in, and eventually was in all the way. No problem.
She wasn't cramped enough inside yet to make a difference. So we found our
rhythm, and for the first little while we did a slow fuck as we held our gaze
into each other's eyes. Her arms were around my neck as I slowly moved in and
out of her tight vagina; many times my inward thrust made her eyes go half
closed from the pleasure of it. She enveloped me inside, and I could feel her
contract and expand in sync with my movements. She slowly and almost
calculatingly gyrated her hips as I moved in and out of her. I could feel my
orgasm building ever so slowly, and she started getting little shivers and
shakes as hers began to build from deep within.
"Holly", I whispered through my own slightly labored breathing, as her eyes
went half closed again, "You�re so beautiful, and so sexy." I stroked her hair
as we loved each other.
"It's for you", she panted. "It's you...", and barely whispering, "'cause I
love you."
She pulled me close to let herself totally enjoy the feelings between us. I
made love to her, and she loved me back equally. As our orgasms built closer
to a mutual climax, a tear ran down her face and she spoke in a small,
emotion-filled voice,
"I really love you. I really do. Please...� panting harder, almost ready to
go, "...love me, too."
It touched me to the core. She held me tighter as her climax approached; short
little bursts of sound came from her throat as she got closer. It was like
she was trying to make it last as long as possible. My cock was ready to
explode but I held off, waiting to cum with her. She moaned something that, in
retrospect, seemed almost like a sad and sense-of-loss moan, quietly saying,
"Nooooooo..." Then we both finally burst open together.
She stopped gyrating, and wrapped her legs around me to push me into her as she
came with full force, making me explode into her at the exact same time. She
was half crying out and half laughing as wave after wave of sexual energy
released itself through her body. Her pulsating vagina made me pump shot after
shot of my load into her, filling it completely as our mixed juices oozed out
of her, dripping onto the couch under us. Her orgasm lasted a long time. I'm
sure it was a double, one immediately after the other. During the second one
she clung hard to me, scrunched her face and raised her head into my shoulder
and grunted "ohmygod" over and over as she pounded herself into me. I was
spent, but that second cum she was having actually made me have a tiny orgasm
once more; no real amount of fluid came out of me, but it was a nice encore to
a few seconds before.
It all subsided pretty quickly, and she laid there breathing hard, and her arms
were limp around me. Her legs fell to my sides as she let the afterglow take
her, both of us not speaking. And how beautiful she looked laying there, her
skin and hair damp from the exertion. I held her, not wanting to let go. I
tried detecting the small rise in her mid-section, but it was pretty flat in a
laying down position. I wanted to feel it under me. It might be MY son or
daughter growing inside of her, and I wanted to feel that. I wanted to touch
it. I'm lost at sea. I give up. I do love this girl, too. God help me.
~/~
We spent the next couple hours sitting on the couch talking about and deciding
what to do in the next five months or so to prepare for the baby. Sometimes we
sat in contemplative silence as I held her. We eventually went back to the
kitchen for a snack. There I made a few phone calls to find a doctor for her.
She'll be checked, confidentially and with me at her side, and we'll also
request a paternity test to be performed right away.
Jenn and I weren't through; not by a long shot. Nothing had changed there; she
was still the love of my life, and I wanted her to be my wife and give me
children if we made it that far. Holly and I were not "together", and we'd
never be a couple; and I expected we'd never again be together the way we were
this day. But we had closed the gap between us, and what we shared made her
feel better about where she stood with me. She knew what she wanted and needed
to know, and for the moment had a more positive outlook on her new life.
By the way, it turned out that the baby was mine.