This story started out being named "Only A Little" You'll see why when you read it. But when best friends get entangled in discovering love and passion together, which puts their futures in question, you have to ask what will happen if she gets pregnant? And what would they name a baby anyway? 

Codes: mf rom 1st teen humor cons het preg
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   How R.B.  Miller Got His Name

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Katie and I had been friends ever since we were babies.  We lived in a
small town, where there was really nothing much to do, so she and I spent
virtually all our free time together growing up.  There was no secrecy
between us.  We literally knew everything about each other.  We had grown
up swimming in the creek and had only started wearing suits when our
parents, for some reason, decided we were too big to see each other naked
any more.  I remember we talked about that when it happened.  We thought
they were stupid and more often than not we left our suits on the bank
while we swam.  I'll never forget the first time she left her suit bottoms
on and went in the water.

   "What's up?" I asked, standing in water up to my knees.  My flaccid
penis was hanging down unabashedly between my thighs.

   "Oh, I started having my first period Tuesday" she groaned.  "This is
such a pain".  Then she explained to me all about what a girl had to do
when her period was going on.  I just felt sorry for her.  That's how close
we were.  But after that, because she had to wear her suit, I kept mine on
too.  It just seemed fair.

   Then there was the first time her mother made her wear a bra.  She
complained to me about it until I told her my dad had made me start wearing
a jock strap during sports.  She made me show her one before she believed
me.

   Now we were sixteen.  I was known as a geek in school, but it didn't
really bother me because being a geek wasn't really a bad thing.  It just
meant you weren't a jock or a preppie and you got good grades.

   Katie, on the other hand, was a babe.  I guess I hadn't really noticed
it because I was so close to her, but over the last couple of years her
body had really changed.  I remember the first time I noticed her as a
"girl" rather than as "Just Katie".  We were sitting under a tree in the
pasture, each of us reading a book and she stood up to stretch.  The sun
was going down and was behind her.  Suddenly I could see through the thin
cotton shirt she was wearing.  Her arms were up over her head and her chest
was sticking out.  She had breasts!  Pretty nice ones too, with nipples and
everything!  "Of course she has breasts" I said to myself "She IS a girl
after all".  My gaze immediately fell to her gym shorts, which were tight
and hugged her hips.  They had pulled up tight between her legs and I could
see what I thought must be her pussy lips.  I suddenly remembered a term I
had heard some of the guys throwing around - "Camel Toe".  Then I was
shocked to feel my penis twitch!

   "What are YOU looking at?" Katie said, staring at me.  My gaze went up
to her face.  She had an odd look.  "Um...nothing...I was just thinking." I
stammered back.  I think I blushed or something because she came right back
on me.  "You were staring at ME.  Why?  What's wrong?" She started looking
down at herself and turning around, trying to see what I had been staring
at.  This just showed me more of her breasts.  My dick twitched again and
started getting hard.  This was embarrassing.  I put my book down in my
lap.

   "I wasn't staring at you" I said.  I was just staring.  You know.  Off
in space?"

   I thought it was worth a try, but she knew me too well.  "Yes you were
staring at me.  I've never seen you look at me like that before.  That's
the way some of the jocks look at me.....Oh my." she ended.  Now she was
staring at ME.

   I had to fess up.  "Well, the sun was sort of shining through your
shirt...  and your shirt's kind of thin...  and I guess it's been a long
time since I saw those parts of you....I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by
it."

   She looked down at herself again.  Then back at me.  Then down at my
crotch.  I was REALLY glad my book was there.  I knew she'd be pissed at me
if she knew what my dick was doing.

   She sat back down and picked up her own book and started reading again.
I stole glances at her out of the side of my eyes, but couldn't pick up the
book again yet.

   "Aren't you going to read some more?" she asked casually.  Too casually.
I knew I was busted.

   "No" I replied.  "I'm tired of reading.  And I'm hungry.  I'm going
home." I got up quickly and started off through the pasture.  I had a good
fifty yard lead on her when I heard her yelling.  "Bobby Miller, you wait
for me." She came running up beside me, panting just a little.  That just
made those newly discovered boobs move around in front of my gaze.  I had
managed to push my dick to one side, so it wasn't too visible and I looked
away.  I had just barely dodged a bullet and I wanted it to stay that way.
But I saw her glance at the front of my pants as we went on home.  I
couldn't remember any other time she had made it a point to look there, not
counting the jock strap thing.

   There was a subtle change between us after that day.  I couldn't be
around her any more without thinking of her as a woman, and not "Just
Katie".  And she changed the way she acted around me too.  I know she did.
She started dressing different for one thing.  Around me she had always
worn jeans and flannel shirts, or cutoffs and T shirts, or overalls, stuff
like that.  Now she started wearing skirts and blouses a lot.  And her
cutoffs got shorter somehow.  She cut the sleeves off of her T shirts and
cut some off the bottom off them too, so her navel showed.  And she didn't
wear bras when she was around me.  I checked, a couple of times.  I'd find
an excuse to put my hand on her back, and there was no bra there.  I
decided she was teasing me.  Paying me back for looking at her like I had.

   School was about to start in two weeks.  Our Senior year.  Only nine
more months before ...  what?  I had no idea what I'd do, much less what
Katie would do.  Lots of the kids talked about going to college, but
neither Katie nor I had the money to do that, and never would.  I could
work for my dad at the feed store and make decent money, but I wasn't sure
I wanted to do that.

   It was fall, and the harvest was on.  I had been driving combine for old
Mr.  Miller who had four thousand acres of wheat, and Katie had been hired
on to help feed the crew.  We had finished up early and were ahead of
schedule to begin with.  There was no rain in the forecast either.  Nobody
wanted to move on to the next field, so we had supper and then drifted off
to spend an evening having fun instead of working.  Katie came up to me and
said "I'm going swimming down at the creek.  You wanna come?" "Sure" I said
back.  "But my suit is at home." She cocked an eye at me.  "We never used
to use suits as I recall.  You've seen me naked plenty of times."

   Now I'm no worldly man, but I knew a trap when I saw one.

   If I was to say "Great, let's get naked" I'd be in trouble.  If I said
"No way I'm stripping in front of you" I'd be in trouble.

   I'm also not stupid.  "Well, if it's OK with you then I guess it's OK
with me." Hah!  Bet she didn't think I'd get around her little trap.

   But she didn't say a thing, just started off across the field toward the
creek.  We were both hot and sweaty.  September in Oklahoma is a chore.  We
got to the same tree we had been reading under that time and she started
peeling down like she'd done it a million times.  Off with her shirt, no
bra, cutoffs unbuttoned and dropped like a stone.  She bent over and
skinned her panties down and presto, she was naked as a jaybird while I
stood there fully dressed, staring at the most gorgeous sight I had ever
laid eyes on.  Nice round breasts, with nipples so pink you might not even
see them from very far away.  Her head hair had always been golden wheat
colored, and I noticed her pubic hair was exactly the same color.  I could
just barely see two plump labia sticking out under that thatch of blond
hair.

   Presto, my peter bounced up into my pants, straining to stand up.  I
actually had to bend over a little because it hurt.  She must have thought
I was bending over to take off my own shorts, because she just said "See
you in the water" and took off to the creek.

   Now what was I going to do?  The only way that prick would go down was
if I jacked it off good and proper, and there was no way I could do that in
these circumstances.  So I thought and thought and decided that if I could
just get to the water I could stay under until things "improved".  So I got
naked my own self and, carrying my clothes strategically, went to the
creek.

   "What are you doing?" Katie yelled at me.

   "As anybody could plainly see, I'm going swimming in the creek" I
growled back.

   "Not with your clothes like that you're not." she pointed out.  I
suddenly knew how I'd been set up.  She knew what was going to happen to me
and she did this all on purpose.  I started to get pissed.  She was messing
with my head.  So I dropped the clothes and just stood there.

   "Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked sarcastically.

   She just stood there in the water, her wet breasts dripping.  "Oh my"
she said simply.

   It was my turn to tease her.  "Take a good look.  It's been this way for
a couple of months because of all the stuff you've been doing to me.  This
is all your fault, you know.  I hope you're happy now." I actually got
myself worked up to the point that all I wanted to do was go home, beat off
and go to sleep.  I turned around, bent over to grab my clothes and started
to walk off.

   "Bobby Miller!  You get back here right this instant!" I heard her yell
from the water.

   I stopped and turned around.

   "What?" I yelled.

   She came charging out of the water, her glorious body jiggling as she
stalked toward me.  She came right up to me and stood not ten inches away.
I know she was at least that far because my dick stuck out six inches and
it didn't touch her.

   "Are you my best friend or not?" she asked, leaning her face toward me.

   Now I was confused.  This wasn't the way I had thought things would go.
"Well, yeah" I said.

   "Of course you are." She leaned even closer and this time she was LESS
than six inches from me, cause she touched me.

   And the part of her that was touching me was soft and furry.

   I felt a sudden tightness in my groin that I knew meant something very
very bad might happen soon.

   "Then you get down to that creek and you go swimming with your best
friend ...  got it?"

   And then, to my utmost amazement, her right hand grabbed my stiff peter
and she PULLED me toward the water like it was a leash or something!

   Now try to imagine this.  A beautiful naked girl has her hand wrapped
around your dick and is pulling you along.  In the process her gait is
slightly different than your own, which means her hand slides up and down
your dick a little.  Put her white naked buttocks right in front of your
eyes, swaying as she walks.

   Good.  You understand.

   I shot ropes of spermy mess all over those soft white buttocks.

   She felt it, looked around, saw the mess ...  AND LAUGHED!!!!  Then she
let go of me, put my face between her hands (one of which was covered with
spermy mess) and KISSED me right on the lips!  "You are so sweet" she said,
and then pulled me, this time by my hand, to the creek.

   We got in and I felt her splashing water on my crotch.  "Got to clean
you up" she said, matter of factly.  "Now you do me" and she turned her
sperm covered buns to me.  In a trance I scooped up water and splashed it
on her, washing my mess off, caressing the globes I had so recently
decorated with my manly spooge.

   Then, like nothing had happened, we just swam for a while.  We got
cooled off and it started to get dark.  I found Katie standing beside me in
the deep part of the creek, where the water was up to our necks.

   Suddenly she was facing me, her nipples grazing my chest.  "Bobby, have
you ever kissed a girl?" I thought about the one and only kiss I had ever
had from a girl, the one I had had about half an hour before.

   "Just once" I said.  "About half an hour ago."

   She giggled "Well, actually, I kissed you.  You didn't exactly kiss me."
I knew she was teasing me again, but this time it seemed more serious
somehow.  "Did you like it?" she asked.  Her voice sounded less sure now.

   Now what kind of question was that?  What guy, when kissed by a naked
girl, says "Now just hold on there missy, I'm just not so sure I like
that."

   Suddenly I knew if I said I didn't it would hurt her.  That was the last
thing in the world I wanted to do.  "I don't know" I said.  I saw her
shoulders start to slump "It was so fast I didn't get a chance to evaluate
it."

   Then I kissed HER.  This was the real thing too.  Not just a peck, but a
real lip lock.  We finally broke apart, breathing faster.  "Um...yeah, it's
kind of nice." I said.  "But that's only the second time.  Maybe it gets
boring after a while.  How would we know?  Maybe we should try it again." I
went on.

   She grinned "I guess that would be OK, but only a little."

   So I kissed her again.  This time I felt the tip of her tongue against
my lips, so I stuck mine out too.  Man!  What a feeling.  That kiss went on
for ten minutes, I swear, and we had to stop because we were both out of
breath.  AND, during it, our bodies had somehow ended up pressed against
each other.  Her soft naked breasts were right up against my chest and my
dick was pressing into her pubic hair.  I suddenly realized I was hard
again.  Really hard.  I got embarrassed all over again.  She had to feel
it, but she didn't move away.

   "You know, I have to admit something to you." she said.  "I DID want to
see your ...  um your ...  your thing ..."

   I couldn't resist teasing her a little.  "You mean my Penis?  My dork?
My big rampant boner?"

   She laughed and slapped at me, pushing me away.  My big rampant boner
slid out from between her legs and I suddenly was sorry I had made that
happen.

   "OK, yes, I wanted to see your ...  your penis, OK?" She sounded less
sure of herself again.  I tried to make light of things.  "Well, you
certainly got your wish.  You got way more than that as I recall."

   She pouted "Well, yeah, I did get to see it, but only a little, and then
...  well, you know.  Would it be OK if ...  I saw it again?  Closer?"

   Like I said, I'm not stupid.  I knew she wasn't just teasing me now.  I
hadn't had time to think about it, but I was pretty happy with the way
things were going so far, so I said "Sure."

   This time it was me who led her as we got out of the water.  I got our
clothes and made a sort of nest on the grass under the tree.  I put her
down on her knees and then stood in front of her with my hands on my hips.
Rampant boner was not too bad a description for what she saw.

   "Wow" she said softly.  Her hand came up and she put one finger on it,
bending it down.  When she let her finger slip off it bounced nicely.  "If
I touch it will it ...  you know"

   I smiled.  "I think you're safe as long as you don't touch it too much."


   "OK" she said.  "I'll only touch it a little." Her hand wrapped around
it then, squeezing lightly, feeling the texture.  It felt wonderful.  "It
looks way different than when we were little." she said.  Suddenly she
leaned forward and kissed the head.  Her full soft lips parted slightly,
allowing the head to slide between them.

   It felt fantastic.  I felt my groin tighten again, and knew a drop of
clear stuff had just seeped out of the slit in the head.  She pulled her
head back, tasting.  "You taste ...  yummy." she said.

   "Uh...thanks, but you need to stop now or ..."

   "Oh!" she said and backed away.

   Now it was my turn.  "Um, if I taste good, then you probably taste good
too.  Do you suppose I could ...?" She stood up and kissed me on the lips.
Another lip lock.

   "Yeah, I think I'd like that.  But only a little, OK?"

   I nodded and she lay down on the nest.  When her knees came up and then
fell apart, exposing her pussy to me, I felt the tightness in my groin grow
and another drop of stuff leaked out.  I got to my knees and, without any
preliminaries I leaned in like a starving man going for a steak.  I put my
nose in her golden pussy.  I licked up and down the whole slit.  I sucked
her labia into my mouth and then I found her pearly clitty and nibbled on
it too.

   She was writhing and moaning from the get-go and inside of three minutes
was whining.  "Oh Bobby...Oh I feel so funny ...  what's happening to me?
Owwww EwwwwwAhhhhhhhhAAAIIIIEEEEEEE" Her hips were lunging up off the
ground now and I figured she was cumming.  If this wasn't a woman's orgasm
I didn't want to be around for one because it could get dangerous if it was
wilder or more physical than this.  She finally began calming down, saying
"Ohhh Bobby Oh Bobby Oh Bobby" over and over again.

   And then she was pulling me up to kiss me again.  These were long
frantic passionate kisses.  We were swapping spit like crazy and rubbing
all over each other.  At one point I felt the head of my peter dig into the
mouth of her pussy and stick there.

   She jerked and froze and I pulled my face away from hers, looking in her
eyes.  "Is that your ...  prick?" The way she said it made said member
lurch and her eyes widened.  "It IS your prick isn't it Bobby?  Your PRICK
is poking my pussy isn't it Bobby?  And it wants to go IN my pussy doesn't
it Bobby?"

   All I could do was groan and then she said the sweetest words I have
ever heard.  "OK, Bobby, you can put it in ...  but just a little, OK?"

   I groaned again and let some weight down, which pushed it into sweet
tight flesh about two inches.  Now it was her turn to groan.  I didn't know
much about virgins, except what I had heard on the street, but I knew that
it hurt a girl the first time, or could, at least.  She felt all slick and
hot down there, which I thought must be a good thing, but I didn't want to
hurt her.  She was, after all, my best friend.  So I stopped there and
pulled back a little.  I sort of fucked the first couple of inches of my
dick into her several times.  It felt glorious.  She was moving her hips
now.

   "Does it hurt?" I asked her.

   "It feels ...  strange" she said.  "Can you put some more in?  Just a
little?"

   I was only too happy to comply and promptly sunk in to the three or four
inch mark.  I kept expecting to hit her cherry.

   It was like she was reading my mind.  "I don't think I have my hymen any
more" she said panting.  "One time I stuck a ...  carrot ...in there." I
was astonished.  She had never told me anything about that.  "It hurt a
lot, and the carrot was ...  reddish ...  when I took it out.  I didn't do
that again.  I was afraid it would hurt again.  But this feels ... 
different ...  better." Her hips bounced up off the ground as she said
"better".

   So, knowing it felt "better" and wanting my best friend to be happy
(well it SOUNDS good, doesn't it?) I leaned into her again.  This time my
balls bounced off of her buns.  It felt incredible.

   I had to stop, this time because that tightness in my groin was warning
me REALLY loud that if I kept moving some more very bad things were going
to happen.  Only this time it didn't feel like it would be such a bad
thing.

   "We should probably stop now" I said panting.

   "Oh!" she said and I started to pull out.  My goodness but that felt
wonderful.  I was leaking stuff now and it was going into her.  When I was
almost out I felt her hands on my butt, pulling me back into her.  "Don't
stop just now" she said gasping for breath "Could you stay in for just a
little longer?"

   I was desperate now.  "Katie, I can't stay in even one second longer if
you don't want to have a baby in nine months."

   "OH!" she gasped.

   And her hands pulled harder as she dug her heels into the dirt beside
our clothes and humped her pussy up, swallowing my rampant boner in one
long gulp.

   Rampant boner knew just exactly what he was supposed to do.  Everything
worked just exactly like it was designed to work.  Rampant boner's head
plowed into her cervical opening and belched.  This time the long strings
of thick white - potent- sperm got the inside of her uterus all spermy.

   And not just a little.

   I groaned and released all control.  Rampant boner took over and seeded
her belly but good.  She yipped, feeling all that hot wet sperm flooding
her pussy and her hips went into overdrive.  She writhed and went into that
buck and bronco routine to the point I had to pin her to the ground with my
dick just to be able to stay in her.

   I have never felt anything that good.

   When it was all over I felt bad.  We had done something stupid.  I tried
to apologize, but she took my face in her hands again, kissed me again, and
again said "You're so sweet."

   Then she cuddled with me and told me how she wasn't mad at me, and
kissed me some more and the next thing I knew I was up over her again and
her hand was guiding me and ...  it was even better than before, because
when it was time for me to pull out she kissed me and said I could leave it
in her again.

   Oddly enough, things didn't change all that radically for us after that.


   Except for her being pregnant, of course.

   Turns out she planned the whole thing.  Waited until she thought she was
a fertile as she was going to be and then lured me down to the creek.  She
confessed that she was afraid that I'd leave after school was over - she
knew my grades were good enough for a scholarship - and she thought she'd
just die if that happened.  She said the baby was her way of keeping
something of me with her forever.  Like I'd go off on a scholarship and
leave her with a child to raise.

   Our parents were pissed, of course.  Well, at least at first.  They had
known each other for as long as Katie and I had, and they were friends. 
When I offered to marry Katie and take the job at the feed mill all the
parents insisted that the marriage was fine, but that College was important
too.

   So that's how I ended up in college, studying agriculture, married to my
best friend.  She's a charmer and got a job at the university in the
admissions office.  Our parents help out a little.  We don't have much, but
then we don't need much more than each other.

   The child?  He doesn't have the kind of name that most kids have.  While
his mother was pushing him out into the hard cold world she said his name
was going to be R.B.  Miller.  Just initials, no actual name.  Lots of
folks think it stands for "Robert Bobby" but I know better.  It stands for
...you guessed it...  Rampant Boner.

   Doesn't she have a cute sense of humor?
   
