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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.
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