Trump is not the end of this story is he!? The story started long before the political $&@? And will hopefully last long afterward. Let get some action up in this girl!

Please OP we need to know what happens!

Hope everyone is ok with the way I jump ahead in the story. You guys seem to like the slow burn, but at this point it IS getting a little repetitive, so there's going to be a time skip to advance the plot further without needlessly dragging it out or going over the same territory.

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Relaxing in the tent, she played her DS while I read my book, and we passed a couple of hours just enjoying each other's company. After getting to a good stopping spot, I closed my book and stretched, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. It was probably about time to start cooking lunch, I thought.

I glanced over at Sara, who was laying atop her sleeping bag on her stomach, engrossed in her game, legs bent so her feet hovered over her butt. She really did look like a beautiful china doll, with her milky pale skin, though the sun shining through the fabric of the tent lent an odd green tone to the light.

I reached over with one hand and gently ran it down her back, along the curve of her butt, and back. She glanced at me with a smile, then returned to her game. I continued to gently run my hand up and down her spine for a while, then slid my fingertips over and ran them along her ribcage, approaching her armpit. She shuddered and looked at me again, grinning, so I took that as encouragement and tickled her where she was sensitive.

She giggled, "stoooop!" and I made a loud "RAARRRR!" and pounced on her, sitting on her butt and upper legs to pin her down as I tickled her mercilessly with both hands. Cackling, she squirmed about helplessly, and I redoubled my efforts, tickling her all over while I ignored her pleas for mercy.

Eventually I let her out from under me and she spun around on her back and retaliated by tackling me and trying to pin me down.

"Oh no, she's got me!"

She straddled my chest and tried to pin both my arms down, but discovered that her skinny eleven year old girly arms were no match for a guy two feet taller who sorta kinda kept in shape, so she switched tactics and tried to pin one arm down with both hands while I tickled her with the other.

Eventually, she surrendered, unable to prevent me from tickling her with at least one hand no matter how she tried to wrestle with me and we snuggled up together, panting for breath.

After a brief while, she noticed I was getting a boner and, without any prompting from me, grabbed my penis with one hand and began stroking it.

"Mmm, I think you've found a better strategy," I joked.

She smirked, then sat up and took my dick in both hands, jerking me until I was fully erect and then switching to sucking. I ran my hand up and down her spine as her little head bobbed up and down, and reflected that this truly was paradise.

After a few minutes of sucking, I blew my load into her mouth and she dutifully swallowed, sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning.

"Good job, sweetie."

She turned to face me, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs, inviting me to return the favor. I decided to try something new.

Sitting up, I knelt in front of her and leaned over, putting my face in her crotch.

"What are you doing?"

"I wanna try something, see if you like it."

"Ok..."

I sniffed her crotch, not really getting anything other than that generic girl-smell since we'd washed off in the pond, and experimentally stuck my tongue out and licked her labia.

"EW! What are you doing?!"

"I told you, I wanna try something."

"That's gross!"

"How is it gross?"

"You're LICKING me!"

"You suck on my penis and swallow my semen."

"That's different!"

"How is it different?"

"... it just is."

"Just let me try it, and if you don't like it then I'll stop."

"... fine."

I stuck my tongue out again and ran it along her labia a few more times, then tried to locate her clit with the tip of my tongue and wiggle it around. She shuddered and crab-walked back a few inches away from me.

"Nuh-uh, that feels weird and gross, we're not doing it!"

Disappointed and feeling kind of like I failed her somehow, I sat up and patted my lap, inviting her to sit in it. She complied and I went back to the tried-and-true method, running my fingers up and down her slit and around her clit until she was flushed and breathing heavily. Before long, she was starting to moisten up and I asked, "you like that better?"

"Uh-huh."

She spread her legs further and angled her hip to give me better access, encouraging me to continue. And continue I did, but I still felt like trying something new with her.

So while I rubbed in circles around her clit with one hand, I rubbed the index finger of my other hand along her slit until it was slick with her juices, then probed around for the entrance to her holy-of-holies. Finding it, I began probing around her vagina and gently, very gently, inserted my finger up to the first knuckle.

It was an odd sensation; my fingertip encountered a wet, hot, sponginess, and there was a tight ring or something around my finger. I moved my fingertip in and out slowly, feeling that ring flex back and forth with it.

Sara opened her eyes and sat up straight, putting one hand on top of mine.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Do you not like it?"

"Yes... and no. It feels good and uncomfortable at the same time."

That was about the moment where I clued in that that tight ring was her hymen and the discomfort was probably because I was stretching it. I pulled my finger out and stuck to just the heavy petting and she settled down again, panting heavily and leaning into me. Just a few minutes later she squeezed her toes into fists and held my knees in a death grip with her hands, gasping for breath and turning that adorable shade of pink. Her crotch was a dark, angry red, making the freckle on her left lip disappear entirely.

"Better?"

"Uh-huh."

We cuddled together for a few more minutes while she caught her breath, then we emerged from the tent and I cooked us some SPAM sandwiches.

"Wanna go swimming again?"

"Sure, it's pretty hot. Let's grab our towels this time though."

We grabbed our shoes and towels and wandered down to the pond, swam around for an hour or so, then dried off and returned to the tent, both of us deciding it was time for a nap without actually discussing it.

It was too hot to sleep inside the sleeping bags, so we just cuddled up on top of them and dozed off.

Not even twenty minutes later, though, and I was awakened by a gunshot. Then another.

I sat up, prompting Sara to sleepily complain, and I told her to get dressed. Confused, she moved slowly to comply while I scrambled to get into my clothes and stuck my head out the tent.

Those shots had been from nearby. In fact, I bet I knew where they came from.

Telling Sara to stay in the tent, I stepped out and walked into the trees about a hundred yards, toward my dad's tree stand.

I didn't see anyone, but there was a collection of empty beer cans and two spent casings under the tree; .257 Roberts, a caliber I'd never even heard of and definitely not one my dad used. Nor did he drink. Nor was it hunting season. Someone was trespassing on our property and poaching.

I found blood on the ground right on the game trail my dad's stand overlooked, as well as footprints and drag marks; someone had shot something, either a deer or a pig, and dragged it off. And they couldn't have gotten very far.

Which meant someone was on our property. They had a gun and were possibly drunk. They were there illegally, and hunting illegally. Meaning that if I stumbled across them, they might be dangerous and decide that shooting some young punk and dumping him in a ditch somewhere was preferable to jail time.

More importantly, Sara and I were wandering around the place naked as jaybirds, and I was getting blowjobs from a prepubescent girl in front of God and mother nature. What if the guy saw us and decided to phone it in, while conveniently leaving out what he'd been doing on our property in the first place?

No, this was a bad situation. A really bad situation. Heart pounding and palms suddenly slick with sweat, I returned to the tent and told Sara to pack her things.

"What? Why?"

"There's somebody out here poaching, he might be dangerous. We need to go into town and call the game warden."

I deliberately left out the 'he might catch me having all kinds of illegal sexual contact with a minor' part, but she seemed equally afraid of someone knowing what we were doing and had her things packed in record time, though I had to help her roll up her sleeping bag properly.

I then dismantled the tent, tossed everything in the car, and, locking the gate behind us, drove into town. Once I had cell phone reception, I called my dad to make sure it wasn't a friend or relative, then called the game warden and told him about the poacher on our property.

Great. Spring break was ruined. Some asshole doing illegal shit on our land, and now a trout trooper wandering around the place, meant that Sara and I couldn't continue our sexy naked fun time without a serious risk of getting caught.

I drove home, bitterly resentful of getting cockblocked and having my spring break ruined only a couple days in, and walked into the apartment to a surprised Bill sitting on the couch in his boxers watching Jackass, the only tv show named after its target audience. I explained why we were back early, leaving out the part about how I was worried about getting caught with my dick in his little sister's mouth, and put all my camping gear away.

We spent the rest of spring break playing video games and watching movies, but both Sara and I were definitely disappointed at how things had turned out. And with Bill in the apartment the entire time, we couldn't do anything sexual, and didn't even indulge in wrestling or tickle fights in case Bill found that to be questionable behavior.

In short, the rest of spring break wasn't awful, but it was definitely a disappointment.

Shortly after classes started again, Sara wandered in in her usual morning attire, night shirt and panties (pink with a teddy bear holding a heart right above her crotch), and croaked that she felt sick. I felt her head and she felt fine, but I commented that she might be a little warm and Bill said it was ok for her to stay home if she was sick. She nodded, playing it up for all she was worth, barely picked at her breakfast, and then laid down on the couch and made a show of coughing.

Bill and I put away our dishes, he poured Sara a glass of orange juice, and he grabbed his backpack and headed to class. My first class wasn't for another hour or so, and I headed into my room to grab my stuff and make sure I had my assignment.

When I turned around, Sara was standing in the doorway grinning, nightshirt in her hand, and she took my answering smile as her cue to drop it along with her panties and crawl into my bed.

Screw it, if she's skipping school, so am I. I whipped out my laptop, fired off an e-mail to my professor saying that I was sick, attached a copy of my research paper, and left it at that. Nothing else was due in any of my other classes.

Stripping naked, I jumped onto my bed next to Sara and we spent the rest of the day together naked, even when we weren't touching each other inappropriately. It didn't make up for missing several days of such activity away from civilization's prying eyes, but it was a definite improvement over playing Mario Kart with our clothes on while Bill hovered nearby.

After that, we settled into our usual routine again, with blowjobs and mutual masturbation on days I got back before Bill did, but nothing exceptional. I tried to go down on her again and she flat refused. I don't know if she didn't like the way it felt or was just grossed out by the concept, but she was adamant that my tongue did not belong down there.

I suppose it was a moot point anyway, since I was really clueless about what to do besides "sort of move my tongue around and hope she likes it".

Unfortunately, the semester soon came to an end, and summer vacation was looming. Which meant I had to go home and wouldn't see Sara anymore.

Bill did, however, say that they would be staying in the apartment over the summer and that I was more than welcome to move back in for the next semester, an offer I enthusiastically accepted. Sara and I exchanged e-mail addresses and we messaged one another once a week or so; we didn't really have much to talk about, but she wrote rambling stream-of-consciousness letters about how boring it was being cooped up in the apartment with just Bill for company, complaining about how she didn't have any friends, etc. and I responded to them as best as I could. Her birthday was in late July and I shipped her a 3DS a friend of mine was getting rid of in favor of the new version, which was gratefully received. I also made sure to e-mail her a letter over how cool it was that she was now twelve years old, which she seemed to appreciate.

I, of course, spent the entire summer with my family, including a camping trip on our property that mostly involved my dad making me upgrade the fence and put up more NO TRESPASSING signs. My insufferable sister stopped by to visit, but she'd moved out of the house years ago and was currently shacking up with her deadbeat boyfriend. Mom and dad were far from enthusiastic about her choice in romantic liaisons (even my mom did a spit-take and laughed when I dryly commented, "once you go black, you're a single mom."), but I'm sure they'd have been even more disappointed in mine. I hung out with some of my high school friends, discovered one had gone to jail for selling weed to an undercover cop and was now doing a shitload of community service, and that was about it. Like Sara, my summer seemed to consist mostly of just existing.

And then summer came to a close and my sophomore year of college was about to begin. I coordinated with Bill on which classes to take, making sure that I 'accidentally' picked the wrong hour to take the same class on one of them and that the days he had the most classes were the days I had the fewest, giving me more alone time with Sara. Sara, for her part, was over the moon and bouncing off the walls waiting for me to come back.

Finally, the awaited day arrived. I packed all my stuff into my car, said goodbye to my parents, and drove off for college.

I couldn't wait to see my little porcelain girl again.

Best post in ages.

Keep it up.

>>24842
Love it

>>24842
Amazing. Just amazing.

And the pacing is just right, too. Well done, OP.

First chapter of the new year is in the works; with the time-skip, I'm hashing out what to do with it, and I also want it to be long enough to be worthwhile. So... it's on the way, but be patient.

Take your time. Ive been following this story for maybe two years. Its always worth the wait.

Thank Christ! Progress!

Glad to know that this will continue.

>>24875
first chapter in a long while and i couldnt have asked for more, keep it up op!

Keep this up your doing gods work.

Op how far of a jump? Is she getting red rice cause she a woman now? ( everyone else google it... It's a thing)

>>19288

"It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt."
why/how did she go back to being 11?
also
"then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris"
now she is bare/smooth again?

>>24903

This isn't Japan.

>>24906

Einstein, that isn't one of my posts.

Damn. With the forest and all if was sure it was in japan. And you give us a location or at least some editable as the the nature of the background the story is set in? I mean no one thinks of any of john muirs work happing anywhere but North America.

>>24911
easy there OP.
you post using multi id's, ppl are trying throw in their own versions of the story. i got caught, made a mistake. no need for the 'tude. could have simply said, not my version.
on another note the zinger answered one of my questions, but you didnt explain the age thing
PP

>>24913
The post literally talks about him wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small after bulking up because of SS/GOMAD.

Your keen eye for literary critique has led you astray, buddy.

>>24373

>I turned on the lantern and pulled out my book (the adventures of a female space captain who got exiled to the ass end of nowhere because her admiral was a total shit and had to deal with smugglers, pirates, and primitive aliens acquiring muskets from clandestine sources. It was actually pretty good.

Holy shit, he's reading On Basilisk Station.

>>24926

Good catch. I wondered if anyone was gonna get that one.

Next chapter is nearly finished, just have to find the time to actually sit down and write.

>>24929
Can we send sanwiches to aid you in your holy quest to write the grail?

>>24930

Thanks, but the wife prepares all the sammiches I need.

Still writing the new chapter, but I've decided to post the first half of what I've got so you're not waiting forever. I'm not sure what the text limit actually is, but it's long enough it probably needs to be broken up anyway.

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The entire drive up to college was excruciating; I wanted to be there NOW, to see Sara again. Yes, at this point I really was thinking of her as my girlfriend, and although the e-mails we traded once a week or so were innocent enough and not at all like what I imagined two people in a relationship would talk about, it still kept that relationship alive for me. If I'd thought about it, I'd have never gotten into the habit of e-mailing her. But that's for later.

The drive seemed to take forever, and the Monster I drank because I didn't get much sleep the night before (between nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, waiting until the last minute to pack, and simply having gotten into the habit of staying up late and sleeping in until noon) didn't help; it made my jittery and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

Still, I made good time, having only made one stop for gas, lunch, and to stretch my legs, and the fact that I was doing at least 10 over the posted speed limit for nearly the entire trip; I only slowed down in the spots I knew cops would be waiting to catch speeders. Out of all my friends from high school, I'm the only one who never got a speeding ticket.

Finally, however, I arrived. Pulling into the nearest available parking space, I shut the car off, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. My breathing was fast and shallow, my palms were sweaty, and it felt like my heart was going to explode. I had no idea how of that was nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, and how much was the unhealthy amounts of caffeine I'd consumed. Either way, I swore to never to touch the stuff again.

After about a minute or two to regain my composure, I got out of the car, grabbed my backpack with my laptop and other essentials in it, and walked up the stairs to the apartment and knocked.

I heard what sounded like a trip hammer race across the floor, THUMPTHUMPTHUMP, the deadbolt snapping open in a fraction of a second, and the door flung itself open.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"OOF!"

Between her high-pitched shriek piercing my eardrums and her tackling me around the waist in a bearhug, Sara had definitely stunned me for a moment. When I recovered, Bill had stuck his head around the corner, greeted me, and handed me my key to the apartment. Sara was, characteristically, bouncing up and down in excitement and saying lots of nothing I could make out. She looked absolutely adorable in a tank top and shorts, hair bouncing up and down as she danced around me, averaging sixteen "oh my gosh's" per minute.

Bill asked if I needed help carrying stuff in and when I declined, he nodded, said he was available if I changed my mind, and disappeared into his room. I was once again reminded that Bill was actually a pretty cool guy, he was just a social recluse.

Sara, of course, announced that she was going to help me carry stuff in, so I set my backpack in my room while she scampered to get get her shoes and we headed to the parking lot.

I received several more hugs once we arrived at my car, hugged her back when she held still long enough, and made sure to give her the lightest and least breakable objects to carry. I probably could have unloaded the car faster without her help, but who am I to say no when my adorable little girlfriend wants to help out?

Besides, I'd noticed something when I first saw her, noticed it again when she leaned over and her tank top fell open, and I wanted to confirm it.

Once all my stuff had been safely deposited in my room, I noted that I could hear muffled music coming from Bill's room (I never would have pegged him as a Blue Oyster Cult fan) and shut the door to my room.

Then I spun around and scooped Sara up in a bear hug of my own, spinning her around while she giggled, and flopped us both down on the bare mattress.

"So, young lady, you still want to do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"

She nodded, grinning, and I grinned back, ruffling her hair with one hand; it was much longer than when I'd last seen her, just past her shoulders now.

Then she paused, glancing at the door and whispering, "we can't right now, Bill's home."

"I know, I know, but later."

She grinned again and nodded enthusiastically.

"Could you do me a favor though?"

"What?"

"Lift your shirt up for me."

There it was; that was the adorable blush I'd missed so much, the one that made her freckles almost disappear and reached all the way to her ears. She hesitated for the barest of moments, then hoisted her tank top up so I could see what it had barely concealed earlier.

Oh my.

I was staring at a pair of absolutely perfect, and adorably tiny, breasts. Just buds, really, but her pink nipples were round and puffy and surrounded by small mounds of flesh; the mosquito bites of yore were gone forever.

I reached out with both hands and gently felt them; she flinched, then seemed ok with it.

"They feel kinda sore."

"That's normal; it means they're growing."

I took my hands away and she lowered her shirt, biting her lip nervously, then snuggled down beside me to hug me again.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"When do classes start?"

"In a week."

"That's when I go back to school too."

"Well," I said, kissing her on the end of her nose, "you're not the only I e-mailed over the summer. I know exactly which classes Bill is signed up for, and I made sure that on the days he has the most classes, I have the fewest. That means we'll have a couple of hours after you get back from school all to ourselves, three days a week."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm. And once a month, one of his classes is making a special field trip on a Saturday, so that means every four weeks we'll get a whole day to ourselves."

She nestled her head against my chest and closed her eyes, smiling blissfully.

"That's cool."

We lay there like that for a moment, and I really didn't want to ruin it. But unfortunately, life isn't about what we want.

"Ok, well, I gotta unpack, kiddo. Tell you what, why don't you take the game consoles into the living room and set them up for me?"

"Ok."

The box they were in was too heavy for her, so I carried it in by the tv for her and she plopped down on the floor, pulled out a console, and attempted to figure out how to set up the cables and plug it into the tv. I left her to it, put sheets and a blanket on my bed, and started putting everything where it belonged. Other than clothes, my laptop, and school supplies, there wasn't much, so it didn't take me very long.

I went back into the living room to check up on Sara's progress setting up video game consoles, congratulated her on a good job, and sent her to ask Bill what he wanted for dinner while I quickly swapped cables to the right ports and set the stack of games back on the shelf they'd inhabited months before.

The week seemed to go by forever; Bill and I discussed classes, one of which I did actually attend with him so he wouldn't think I was deliberately taking classes at different times... which I was. We got all our books, played video games, stocked up on food, and got Sara's school supplies. Other than seeing what panties Sara accessorized her nightshirt with every morning at breakfast (either that shirt had gotten shorter, or she'd gotten slightly taller), there wasn't much that held my interest that week.

Finally, the first day of classes arrived. Sara put on a cute skirt and blouse and moped her way out the door like she was headed to the gallows instead of school, and Bill and I walked to campus for our first class of the day.

Since Bill had foolishly picked Monday-Wednesday-Friday to have classes all day, his last one getting out at 6, I'd picked only morning classes. I ate lunch in the cafeteria, listening to the little old lady at the counter tell me about her dog, then leisurely strolled back to the apartment and tossed my stuff in my room.

I still had a couple hours before Sara got home from school, and I had a ton of nervous energy built up. I hadn't had the chance to do this in months!

I did a quick workout, situps, pushups, arm curls with my new barbells (nothing impressive, just 10lb weights to get me started) to work off some of tension, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed in my boxers. And waited. And waited some more.

Dammit, this was killing me. I flopped back onto my bed and grabbed the book I was reading; for some reason, YT reminded me of Sara, though without the cyberpunk skateboard. As cool as the virtual reality version of the internet depicted in the book was, I was distracted by a different sort of fantasy altogether and couldn't keep my mind on the pages in front of me. I finally set the book aside and lay on the bed, spread-eagle, glancing at the clock every few minutes and willing it to go faster.

Finally, I heard a key zip into the lock and undo the deadbolt, the slam of a backpack full of books being dumped on the floor, and the sound of a herd of elephants tromping through the apartment at high speed; I have no idea how a girl that small and light made so much noise just running.

I quickly snapped into a seated position, grabbed a barbell, and started doing curls, trying to emphasize my (slightly) bigger biceps in a laughable attempt to impress a 12 year old girl I was having an entirely inappropriate and illicit sexual affair with.

Sara stepped into my doorway, blushing and looking nervous. I looked up from my arm curls and smiled at her casually, but I was just as nervous as she was.

"Hey kiddo! You ready for some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"

"Uh-huh!"

I set the barbell down and slid out of my boxes, while Sara yanked her shoes off and flung her skirt and blouse everywhere, leaping onto the bed with an enthusiastic grin. I paused to look at her as she slid out of her panties and socks and dropped them on the floor and my breath suddenly got tight.

Damn. She was so beautiful.

I've compared her before to a Renaissance painting, but that didn't do her justice. Her pale, almost translucent skin, as pure and white as porcelain, reminded me of the Pygmalion myth I'd read in high school mythology, where the sculptor had created a marble statue of a girl so perfect that he prayed to the gods for her to come to life and be his.

And my marble girl was real. Not cold, hard stone, but warm, soft flesh, inviting and innocent. This dream was real.

She lay on the bed, arms at her side, legs slightly parted, and I slowly panned my gaze from her little feet, up her smooth, shapely legs, to her hips (she still had narrow boy hips, I noticed), past her flat belly, to the tiny mounds of her breasts, just starting to grow, topped by the contrasting pink of her nipples, to her beautiful, perfect face, with the scattering of freckles in a line across her nose and cheeks, like a sprinkling of sand across a white beach, her startlingly blue eyes, like sapphires, and her light brown, almost blonde, hair arrayed around her like a halo.

If I sound like I'm waxing poetic about her appearance, it's because she deserves it; she was absolutely beautiful. She was a perfect angel, a goddess descended from heaven to embody the very definitions of beauty, innocence, and sex appeal in one combined package.

My boner was so hard it ached; it felt like I could penetrate diamond.

Yeah, that's... not the sort of poetic imagery you were expecting. I only have so much in me. Moving on.

I climbed onto the bed next to her, laying down and resting my head on the pillow as she sat up and took my penis in her hand, stroking it and looking me right in the eye with a grin on her face.

"Oh, sweetie, you have no idea how much I missed this!"

"I missed it too. I couldn't wait for summer to be over!"

She continued to jerk me off for another minute or so while I asked her about her first day at school (she hated school, none of her teachers understood her, the other girls didn't want to be friends with her, and the boys were dumb; not much change from last year, really.), she heaved a sigh of resignation that was incongruous to such a young girl, and then I stopped giving a crap because she put my dick in her mouth.

She was awkward at first, and grazed my head with her teeth a couple times, but she soon got back into the rhythm she'd developed before the summer, bobbing her head up and down. She was going kinda shallow though, not even putting the head all the way in, so I asked her to go deeper. No response. So I put my hand on top of her head and gently pushed down, and she paused her sucking and let me push her head further down onto my shaft; I stopped when she twitched, suspecting I'd hit her gag reflex, and after a moment she resumed sucking me off at the new depth.

"There you go, sweetie; you're doing great."

She looked up at me for a second, then returned her attention to my dick. Before long, I felt the tight sensation in my balls and a burning at the base of my dick as I tried to hold out longer, but there was no stopping it.

"Ok Sara, here it comes!"

She pulled all but the head of my dick out of her mouth and froze there, cheeks comically bulging as my dick exploded like a fire hose. I'd only jerked off a few times over the summer, mostly to memories of Sara, and between that and the sexually-tense week leading up to this, I had quite a backlog. It seemed to go on forever, pumping semen into Sara's willing little mouth over and over. It finally stopped and I tried to catch my breath as she swallowed; I noticed there had been some overflow, and wiped her chin and lips with the back of her hand and licked up what she found there, then cleaned off my penis with her mouth.

"Get enough girl vitamins?" I asked, and she nodded, giggling.

"Whoo! That was great, baby girl! You have no idea how much I needed that," I said as she spooned her perfect, naked body up against mine. Once I'd caught my breath, she squeezed my waist with her arm and asked, "my turn now?"

"Why yes, little lady! It is definitely your turn now!"

She blew me a raspberry at my facetious tone and sat herself in my lap as soon as I'd sat up. Spreading her legs to give me access, she leaned back against me and giggled nervously; I could feel her tense up as soon as she got in position, so I gently kissed her on the shoulder and leaned us both back.

Sliding my right hand between her legs, I began rubbing up and down her slit (still silky soft and perfectly smooth! I wondered when her pubes would start to come in, then dismissed the thought and focused on the here and now.), while my left hand reached up to explore her new, budding breasts. I felt the little mound of warm flesh and the puffy, yielding nipple dead in its center, gently squeezed and discovered there was a more solid mass beneath the softness, and she hissed and tensed up even more.

"Sorry; too sensitive?"

"Mm-hm!"

I switched to gently rubbing in circles on her nipple as I stroked her slit up and down, and she slowly relaxed, eventually melting into me and breathing heavily as she got more into it. I picked up the pace on my petting, seeing her crotch turning pink, and eventually she became noticeably moister down there.

After a few minutes of this, she clenched the sheets with both hands, tensed up, and, gritting her teeth, let out a quick series of high-pitched sobs as she achieved orgasm.

I wrapped my arms around her as she suddenly became boneless, panting for breath, and I kissed her on the shoulder again.

"How'd you like that, kiddo?"

"... wow."

"Pretty good?"

"I forgot how good that felt."

Had... had she not masturbated at all since I left? Did she even know she could masturbate? On the one hand, if that was the case, I was tempted not to clue her in so I could continue to be her sole source of sexual release. On the other hand, bird culture would consider that to be a 'dick move', so... yeah. I decided not to inquire for now and keep the status quo, whatever it was.

We cuddled together like that for probably ten minutes, basking in the afterglow, before Sara asked how long we had before Bill got home. I glanced at the clock, realized I hadn't set it yet, then found my watch and looked at the time.

"At least another hour; longer if his class runs for its full length, but they usually get out early on the first day because they're just introducing the course and telling you what books you'll need."

"I wish I could get out of class early. They gave me a bunch of homework!"

"On the first day?"

"Yeah! That's so stupid, right?"

"I agree, that is stupid."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, her arms wrapped over my arms wrapped around her, and just enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies for a while. Eventually though, Sara stirred and looked up at me.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Got any more girl vitamins?"

Laughing, I replied, "For you? Always."

She grinned and slid down to my growing erection for round two.

She really was perfect.

Screw you, Pygmalion; I got the better girl.