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This half of the chapter is shorter than it originally was; I moved a lot of events into the next chapter so that this one would end at a logical point and so would the next one.
Hope you like it.
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After that, things sort of fell into a routine again. On days when Bill was around, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did socialize more than we had before. Rather than locking herself in her room most of the time and only sometimes coming out to join me, Sara now spent the majority of her time in the living room with me, playing video games, watching movies, sitting on the couch reading books, that sort of thing. Bill seemed to like it, commenting that she was much more active and cheerful now than she used to be.
Bill, for his part, still remained secluded in his room most of the time. The only hints I ever got to his activities were occasional music I could hear coming from his room; apparently he liked 80's rock and new retro wave. Occasionally he would join us in our living room activities, but usually he was in his room with the door shut.
Not that Sara and I minded that much, mind you. We'd taken to cuddling up under a blanket together on the couch while we watched movies; the blanket conveniently hid any sordid activities should Bill temporarily emerge from his room. Sara's tiny little boobs gave me something new to fondle during move time, but she preferred my wandering hands stay between her legs.
When Bill's class schedule meant we had the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours, nudity was mandatory. Sara would swallow my load two, maybe three times, I'd bring her to a shuddering orgasm at least once (she seemed to get more sensitive after orgasming and didn't always feel comfortable trying to go for a second), and we'd spend the rest of the time just feeling each other's bodies and enjoying one another's company. Occasionally we showered together, especially when I'd gotten Sara a bit stickier than usual, but showers were usually done solo because of the aforementioned fact that most bath tubs just aren't designed for two people.
So it was that, on one of the days Bill had late classes and I had most of the afternoon off, I was in my room doing exercises in the nude to get myself ready for the day's sexiness. I heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut almost simultaneously, and my little twelve year old girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room, already shucking her clothing.
"Well hello! Eager to get at it, huh?"
She grinned and flopped onto my bed spread-eagled, exposing her naked body to my hungry gaze. I joined her on the bed and, cradling her head with one hand, delivered my best passionate kiss right on her lips.
I'm sure that as far as kissing goes, I was still a clumsy geek, but the recipient was just as inexperienced as I was and much younger, so it had its desired effect: I got to see her blush that adorable shade of red as she murmured, "wow".
After that, she trembled in my arms in anticipation as I ran my hands all over her body, loving the new toys she'd grown for me until she winced and gently pushed my hand away from her sensitive buds.
"Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?"
"A little."
We resumed, and after another minute or two of kissing and groping, she slid down to position herself between my legs and took my penis into her mouth. I laid back and relaxed, her hair tickling my hips as her head bobbed up and down. It was only a few minutes before I felt the tightness in my balls and whispered, "Ok sweetie, I'm about to come."
I'd gotten her well trained by that point and no longer put my hand on her head to keep her from jerking away when I came. She continued bobbing her head up and down on my dick for a short while, then held only the head in her mouth while one little hand pumped my shaft vigorously. I grunted as I came and she waited until I finished before pulling me out of her mouth with a slurp and swallowing.
"Good job, kiddo," I said appreciatively. She really had become a little expert on blowjobs by this point.
She grinned at my praise, then slid up to spoon against me, spreading her legs to give me access. Before long, she was breathing heavily, her cheeks and crotch were the same flushed red, and my hand was becoming somewhat slick as she moistened up rapidly.
As she built toward orgasm, she began to pant heavily, making little squeaks of pleasure, and, gasping between every word, she suddenly declared, "S-Scott! I love you!" right before arching her back, clenching her fists and toes, and going through quite possibly the most intense orgasm of her short life up until that point.
When it was over, she slumped against me, going completely limp and panting for breath. I kissed her sweaty forehead and whispered, "I love you too." And I meant it. I knew she did too, but at the time I didn't fully realize the implications of her declaration of love. The full depth of meaning. I loved her, I really did, but while it was partly romantic, my love for her was still mostly like that of a big brother for his cute little sister, at least at the time. But she was IN love with me, and when you're young and full of hormones and emotions, that sort of thing can consume you fully. I remember how obsessed I was with my first crush, and I'd never gotten to be with her. Here Sara was, in love for the first time in her life, with the only person she considered a friend, and having an intimate, physical relationship.
I knew I'd hit the point of no return with my own actions, but at the time I hadn't really considered how I was affecting Sara. If I'd crossed the Rubicon and gotten well and truly to the point where I couldn't take back anything I'd done, I'd also unknowingly plunged her off the deep end. It was a testimony to my ignorance and own selfishness that I hadn't really thought about the affect I was having on Sara.
But, at the time, I was largely clueless and just cuddled her affectionately, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about how special she was... and she believed every word of it.
Yeah, in hindsight, even if I didn't do it intentionally and did grow to love her as much as she loved me, it still makes me feel like a piece of shit who took advantage of a naive, vulnerable girl. One could even call it brainwashing.
After a couple of minutes, she finally caught her breath and recovered from her orgasm and began cuddling me back. But she seemed somewhat distracted, and after a bit she wiggled down so our crotches were even with each other and took my softening penis in her hand, seeming to study it, almost like she was comparing our respective genitals.
"Whatcha doin', kiddo?"
"... when do you want to have sex? For real?"
It honestly took a lot of self-control not to say 'right now', but that only lasted for a moment; my stomach fluttered, my heart raced, and I suddenly got nervous.
Shit. There was a LOT involved. I was pretty sure she was physically big enough to safely have sex, but she was a virgin and close inspection had revealed her hymen was intact. And while I wasn't hung like a horse, I wasn't tiny either; surreptitious internet research revealed I was a full inch longer and nearly half an inch thicker than average. Combine those facts, and it was guaranteed that her first time was going to hurt. Possibly a lot.
You also had to factor in that I was a virgin too, and I was going to be clumsy and awkward while doing the deed.
So, I tried to explain this to her as well as I could.
"It's ok if it hurts. I want to do it."
I did too. I'd already long decided that I was going to be her first, and she was going to be mine.
So that was it. She wanted to do it, and so did I. This was a thing that was going to happen.
But not right then. I had to do some research first, to make sure I didn't actually hurt her.
"Tell you what; Bill has that weekend trip in a couple weeks, so we'll have the place all to ourselves for a couple days. Let's do it then."
"Ok."
I held her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around mine and we lay there for a while. I buried my face in the top of her head, breathing in her sweaty little girl scent and the faint, flowery smell of the shampoo she'd used that morning, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. My heart was still going a thousand miles a minute.
We were going to do it.