Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
By Wojo Martin
Abby is a young girl who is blessed with “too much, too soon.” Her precocious development presents special challenges to her and those who love her the most. While this definitely is a sexual “coming of age” story, it is NOT the story some readers will want it to be. It is the story (almost novella) of how love helps a beautiful young girl and her stepfather navigate an extremely difficult time in her life and ultimately find her first lover.
“Whitney’s family will take good care of you, honey. They love you, and Ethan is a kind father. That makes so much difference.” Abby wasn’t crying. She tried to never cry around Mama. “But remember, even nice men will want to fuck you soon, Abigail.”
It had been among the last things her mother had said to her. “Even nice men will want to fuck you soon, Abigail.” In the closing weeks of her life, Mama had attempted to cram a lifetime’s worth of advice into the rapidly blossoming little Abby. In those final few days, her mother drifted in and out of consciousness. When she awoke, she always spoke to her cherished little girl about the realities of life. Near the very end, almost all what Mama told Abigail was about men and boys, and her mother used dirty grown up language. Mama had never shied away from using a little bit of what she called “French.” And she had always talked more frankly about men than any of the other suburban Milwaukee moms Abby had known. Still, she was careful not to use those words around any of Abby’s friends except Whitney.
Now, her mother’s language was coarser than ever, and she talked about men not in vague euphemisms, but in concise terms. The nurses had tried to explain to little Abby that the medication made it hard for her mother to filter her words and thoughts, but it did do a lot to help her with the pain. Abby never believed that. Her mother was just trying to get her ready for a life without her, and the “dirty” words served to drive the point home with added urgency. Much of what Mama said was beyond Abby’s comprehension, but she tried as hard as she could to remember every bit of it. She believed she would understand it when the time came. And she asked questions to try and help her make sense of the things her mother was spending her final breaths to tell her.
“Isn’t it bad, fucking men, Mama?”
“It’s only as bad as the man is—if you wait until you’re ready. You must be ready, and the man must be the right man. Then, if the man is wonderful, the fucking is wonderful. But you have to be ready, Abigail. None of it is good if you’re not ready. But once you are…. Lord, I loved the feeling of your daddy’s big cock up inside my pussy, or in my mouth, or between my tits. I even loved it when he stuck it up my ass. He was a good man, Abby. When he fucked me, I felt like a good woman.”
“But isn’t fucking like that dirty?”
“If you’re lucky,” Mama had said, trying to put enough inflection in her weak voice to let her daughter know both that it was a joke, and that it wasn’t. “To tell the truth ‘dirty’ is a word I never cared for, Abigail. If there is love and affection, then it isn’t dirty. I like the word ‘naughty’ to describe it. When we were making, love your father would call me names other women would think were dirty and even mean. But they just made me feel naughty, in the good way.”
Abigail didn’t understand how naughty could be good, but she tucked the thought away into the back of her mind. Mama was wise, and Abby trusted that if she said there was a good naughty, Abby would find it someday just like her mother had. Mama drifted off to sleep, and then Abby put her head down onto her mother’s hand and closed her eyes in silent prayer. Two nurses came into the room and spoke softly as they checked charts and machines.
“Little angel is asleep, bless her heart.”
Abby didn’t want to talk to them or look into their kind, sad eyes, so she pretended she actually was asleep. Her black hair fell down over her face and hid the fact that her big blue eyes had fluttered open.
“She’s such a dear child, Marlene. What’s going to become of her?”
“Her best friend’s family is taking her in; she doesn’t have any close relatives except a grandmother with Alzheimer’s.”
“Poor darling; she’s had it rough.”
“At least she had parents who loved her, Sandy. I knew them both. Dave was a good man.”
“Car accident, right?”
“Yes, and now… this.” Marlene’s voice sounded choked.
“I wish her mother wouldn’t go on about sexual things, though. How old is the girl, twelve?”
“But she’s already got such… talk about too much, too soon. The rest of her isn’t anywhere near that big.” Sandy hadn’t spoken the word, but Abby knew what she was saying. Whitney’s mom had taken Abby to the store and bought her some grown-up bras. Abby was the only girl in the fourth grade who had to wear them. The middle school girls even had smaller chests than she did. “It was like that for you when we were in school, too, wasn’t it, Mar?”
“Well, I never had anything quite like she’s got going on. My daughter is a busty thirteen, and she isn’t that big on top yet.”
“Marlene, we were so awful to you about it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Sandy. You were little girls.”
“So were you—mostly. Still, the way this child’s mom talks to her.”
“Hell, Sandy, I wish mine had talked like that. We never once talked about it. Horny sixteen-year-old boys shouldn’t be the ones who teach eleven-year-old girls about sex. They’re not exactly impartial.”
“True, and I never met a high school boy who really knew what the hell he was doing, and I tried out a few back in the day.”
“Me, too, Sandy.” The women laughed softly.
“Should we wake her and give her something to eat?”
“No, let her sleep. She probably needs sleep more than she needs food. She’s been at this bedside for almost two days. Her new family is supposed to come by in a couple hours. Let her doze off until then.” Abby heard the quiet squeaks of the nurse’s shoes resume as they moved around the bed and tended the lines dripping medications into Mama’s spent body. Soon, the little girl actually did fall asleep.
She awoke as she sensed a flurry of activity. Her mother’s silent “code” had brought personnel from all over the hospital floor. The child looked up to see that Marlene was removing lines from her mother. Mama was gone. Abby rose slowly to cross to Marlene for a hug, but felt a hand on her shoulder. Whitney was there, with her mom and dad. Abby fell into Whitney’s arms, and her father knelt and took the weeping girls into a big embrace, supporting their weight as they fell to pieces.
A year passed, as years do. Whitney’s dad was still there; her mother had moved out of the state with her new boyfriend. Abby would never understand why the woman had left. Ethan was a wonderful man. He never complained, even when he had suddenly found himself raising two girls by himself. Well, he had sort of complained once. After Ethan’s wife left, his brother came into town and they sat up half the night drinking beer. Abby had been awakened by Whitney’s constant movement as she slept. Abby had given up her own room to Whitney’s eleven-year-old cousin, Jason Junior. JJ was cute, just like Whitney’s Uncle Jason, but he talked kind of funny. Abby thought he might be slow, but Whitney said he just talked like that because he had been raised in Texas.
Abby got up to go the bathroom and eavesdropped on the men talking in the living room. “Hell, Jason,” Ethan had said. “I made six hundred grand last year, and it wasn’t enough. Her new sugar daddy is a multi-millionaire.” Ethan didn’t cry, and he didn’t say anything else about it. He was so strong, Abby thought, just like her own daddy had been. Every day, Abby grew to admire Ethan more and more.
The two girls raced downstairs on a summer morning a year later. “Well, judging by what you’re wearing, I guess I don’t need to ask what my young lovelies are up to today,” Ethan said as the two eleven-year-old cuties skidded to a stop in the kitchen. “Better wear sunblock. It’s going to be a scorcher.”
“Why do we need sunblock? We’re going bowling,” Abby joked.
“Swimsuit bowling? It might just catch on as a spectator sport. You two have been a couple of mermaids lately. Did they get a new lifeguard at the pool or something?” Both girls froze, their glasses of juice halfway to their mouths. Ethan laughed. “Who is he?”
“Jared Pyle,” Whitney said sheepishly.
“The big brother of the Pyle boy in your class? Didn’t he just graduate from high school? I’m willing to accept you two being interested in boys, but boys your own age.”
“Well, Daddy, it’s not like we’re going to make out with him or anything!”
“We kind of just like to look at him,” Abby added.
“I bet he probably likes to look at you, too,” Whitney said, looking squarely at Abby’s chest. Abby blushed.
“A-hem!” Ethan said.
“Sorry, Daddy. But Abby has boobs. All the boys look at her, even the older ones.” Whitney looked down at her own chest, admittedly little was happening there. Abby hated when she did things like this. She always felt a little weird about the way boys looked at her. She liked it and hated it all at the same time. Now, for the first time, she felt that maybe Ethan had taken a glance at her chest as well. She put her glass down and covered her chest with her arm.
“They better not do it around me,” Ethan said, patting the hand Abby had left on the counter. “And you’re gorgeous, too, Whitney. Even if you don’t really have… Well, you’re gorgeous, too. Gonna be a tall pretty blonde just like your mother.”
Abby looked at Ethan with her mouth slightly open. He hadn’t mentioned his prodigal wife very often in the past year. Abby looked to Whitney, and saw her friend’s cute face flush with anger. “Yeah, but I love you and I’m never going to run away!” she yelled and then did the exact opposite of what she had just said. Whitney ran away—up to her room—and slammed the door.
Ethan turned to follow her. “Don’t, Ethan,” Abby said. “She’ll just yell more if you go after her. I guarantee she’ll apologize in half an hour if you leave her alone.” Abby sat down at the breakfast bar and turned halfway on the stool so that she could talk to Ethan when he sat at the table. He chatted through breakfast, but seemed a little quiet, distracted.
“Um, Abby,” he finally said, flushing red. “You might want to maybe wear shorts over your suit today. We’ll go get you a different one, tomorrow.”
Abby was confused by this at first. Ethan was no prude. He was actually kind of the opposite. He had never complained about the girls’ suits before. Abby looked down to see that her one-piece was gapping at the bottom, and her bare pussy was visible; even most of the thin black hair she had down there was out in the open. She closed her legs. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I took a bigger suit, because it fit right on the top.” She had never been embarrassed this way in front of Ethan before. “I’m just built wrong,” she muttered.
“No, child. You have a very attractive build. Girls sometimes just have a little trouble finding clothes that fit when they’re growing so fast. Don’t ever feel like you’re anything but beautiful.” Abby liked the way that made her feel. Other girls had the same trouble she did, she guessed. She looked at Ethan, her eyes shining from the compliment he had given her. He looked back for a long moment, but then turned away and lowered his eyes.
Abby, as was her habit, cleared the table and began to wash the dishes. She felt grateful to be in this house, and she wanted to do little things to make Ethan’s life easier. “So, what are you doing today?” she said as she turned on the water and let the soap begin to foam.
“We have a dishwasher,” Ethan said.
“I know. She has black hair and big tits.” Abby winced. “Sorry, is that one of the words I shouldn’t say?” She had intentionally adopted the habit of using naughty language like Mama. Abby wanted to be just like her when she grew up. At times Ethan had been concerned about the language. He never yelled or anything, but had asked her to make sure he never got calls from school about her language. He hadn’t, but Abby had tried to find a way to both keep using the words and avoid upsetting him.
“Use whatever language you want, sweetheart. Just be mindful of where and when.” Ethan sounded like himself, but also seemed to be deciding something. “Here at home, you can call ‘em tits, I guess.”
“So,” Abby said, shutting off the water. “Like I said, what are you going to do with your Saturday?”
“Too fucking hot to mow the lawn,” he said, taking advantage of the lax language boundaries he had just established. “Guess I’ll work on the Camaro.”
“I love the Camaro,” Abby said. “I hope you get it running soon. I want to ride around in it with you.”
“That would be awesome, riding around in a muscle car with the prettiest girl-s in town.”
Abby paused for a moment. Had he started to call her the prettiest girl in town and then saved it by pretending he was talking about both his beautiful girls? Ethan had always called them pretty and beautiful, but such cooments had always been about both of them. Now, today, it seemed like… Abby felt a stirring she sometimes felt when she watched Ethan work on things around the house or on the job. She had always loved watching men fix things, but in the past year, men working with their big, strong hands had become something of a fascination to her. She found excuses to visit Ethan’s job sites and watch the men who worked for him as they built houses. “Ethan,” she said as she noticed he was heading out the door to the garage, “it is hot outside, and you’re kind of hot yourself.” Abby saw him turn, his mouth open in surprise. “Better cool off!” she added, and sprayed him with the hose from the sink.
Abby giggled as he moved toward her, presumably to wrestle the hose from her hands. He stopped short, seeming to be suddenly hesitant to touch her in her swimsuit. That was new as well; he had always wrestled with the girls. He reached down and scooped up a big batch of bubbles from the sink and tried to blow them on her instead. The bubbles didn’t react the way he planned, and they fell between Abby’s breasts. Ethan just stared in horror. “Sorry,” he said, blushing. He turned away.
Abby caught him by the hand, and turned him back around. “Sorry for what? I started it.”
“Well I wasn’t aiming for… there.”
“So, I got a little soap on my tits. It won’t ruin my swimsuit, and besides, it doesn’t fit right anyway.”
“That’s not the point, Abby.” He seemed upset. With himself? With Abby? She wasn’t sure.
“Well, what is the point?” Abby was growing irritated by the weird way things had gone this morning. She was growing even more irritated at the weird way she was feeling about Ethan lately. Sometimes things felt stirred up down in her pussy when she looked at him.
“Well, you’re not my daughter, Abby.” Ethan said as if that explained things.
Abby burst into tears and ran from the room. She slammed her door behind her. Why would he hurt her like that? She bawled into her pillow, and didn’t hear the first few soft knocks at the door. Finally she heard Ethan knocking. “WHAT?” she yelled.
Ethan opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He looked down at the floor. “That came out wrong, Abigail. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“Why the fuck do you care? I’m NOT your daughter!”
“You aren’t my daughter, sweetheart. But you do need to realize that I do love you with all my heart. It’s just. Well, you’re god-awful beautiful, and that’s something I have to learn to deal with like an adult instead of like a teenage boy.”
“This is about my stupid fucking tits, isn’t it? God, I hate them! I hate having big fucking tits. They make everyone act weird.”
“I’ll try not to be weird, Abby. I’ll try. I- I’m just not used to having a woman’s body around the house anymore, and I let it get to me.”
“I’m not a woman, Ethan. I’m only going into sixth grade!”
“I know. I know.” Ethan seemed to be straining to find the right words. “But you are physically mature for your age, and you are bright and responsible. You’ve been through a lot, so you have a way of approaching things that is very grown up. Sometimes I forget what a little girl you are.” He had a sad look in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
Abby was stunned to see that the thoughtless comment had devastated him worse than it had hurt her. Ethan was kind and gentle, and in two years of tending to her he had never hurt her feelings. He didn’t yell at her like he did at Whitney when she screwed up. “It’s okay, Ethan. It’s okay. You’re really a nice man.” As the words tumbled from her mouth, Abby remembered what Mama had told her. “Ethan, can you sit down? I need to ask you something kind of important. You said we could talk about anything, especially since you’re the only grown-up left in the house.” Ethan nodded and looked around for a seat, but there was no place to sit except next to her on the bed. Abby scooted back and let him sit. He hesitated and then sat so that he had his back to her as she lay on her side. “Ethan? Do you want to fuck me?”
“Oh, Jesus, Abby! You can’t ask me to—“
“Oh, no. I wasn’t asking you to fuck me. I don’t want to fuck anybody yet. I am SO not ready for that.”
“Good. Good.” Ethan still wasn’t looking at her.
“Mama told me that it wouldn’t be long before even nice men wanted to fuck me. And, well, some men, they don’t do anything weird or creepy, but they started looking at me different by the end of this school year. It wasn’t them being bad; it was almost like they kind of had a crush on me.”
“They probably do, in a way. Girls like you, and even Whitney pretty soon, your bodies are now shaped in a way that creates the same effect on men that grown women’s bodies do. It’s just that grown men put those kinds of thoughts aside with young girls, because we know it would be wrong for us to touch you.”
“But, you’ve always touched me. You hug me and wrestle with me all the time.” She put her hand on his back. She just wanted him to turn and look at her and tell her something that made more sense. “Now, you won’t even look at me.”
He groaned. He didn’t want to take the conversation this far, but he knew she needed him to. “Abby, I’m afraid if I turned and looked at you stretched out on the bed right now with your hand on my back and that gap in your swimsuit showing your privates, I would really want to kiss you.”
Abby looked down and saw what Ethan had been seeing before he turned his back to her. The way she was laying exposed her pussy lips. She had accidentally flashed him again. She adjusted, and she could tell that he knew she had. He exhaled and his shoulders sagged. “You’ve kissed me before, Ethan, lots of times.”
“You were a little girl. And I always kissed you on top of your head.”
“Well, you’re like a foot taller than me. And I like it when you kiss me on top of the head.”
“Abby, right now I’m fighting the impulse to kiss you like a woman and… to touch your body.”
“Oh. So, because I’ve got big tits, you can’t hug and kiss me anymore? I hate this! I want to be like I was before, a little girl!”
“Time doesn’t go backwards, beautiful child. And, I will be able to hug you, Abby. Just not right now.” Ethan folded his hands over his lap and grew tense again.
“What about Whitney? Are you going to stop touching her?”
“I’ll always be able to hug and kiss her. Even though she’s going to be every bit as pretty as her mother, and grow into a body that might even be more beautiful, I will never think of her that way.”
“Well…” He was gathering his thoughts a little, but Abby knew that if she gave him time he would continue. It was his nature to answer their questions honestly. “… never for more than a fleeting moment. She’s growing into a beautiful young woman, and I can’t say I haven’t noticed the shape of her bottom and the way she pouts her lips; please don’t tell her I said that. I only did that so you knew you weren’t the only girl men were going to notice changes in. But I know my mind can sort that out with Whitney. And I know her mind can sort it out, too.” Ethan seemed more comfortable since he’d switched to talking about Whitney. Abby was glad for that, but still felt sad that her own body was confusing this sweet man. And now, she was a little confused by his last comment about Whit being able to sort it out.
“Do you mean that you think Whitney can handle looking at you just fine, but I might get as confused and upset as I’ve made you?”
“You haven’t made me confused or upset. I’m doing that to myself. But yes, Abby,” Ethan finally turned to her and looked her in the eyes. He seemed to be calming down after the initial bout of guilt and terror that had seized him. “I’m afraid that you might get the same feelings. You flirt with me—only in the most innocent ways. But you also watch me while I work and just stare at me sometimes. I fear that you might be developing the same urges I have.”
Abby was embarrassed that she’d been caught, but Ethan was being so honest that she knew she had to be honest right back. “I didn’t know you saw. I do sort of… have a crush on you.” She had never even told a boy that she had a crush on him. Now, she was saying it to a grown man. “I want to kiss you that way sometimes, too. But I’ll sort it out, Ethan. I won’t hurt you.”
Ethan thought about what she said. “I guess maybe I kind of have a schoolboy crush on you, too, Abby. You are so very beautiful.” Abby felt warm when he said it, but not naughty. “Remember how I told you that you sometimes thought like a grown-up? If you can control your crush like a grown-up; I can control my crush like a grown-up. Thanks for being so cool about this, Abby.”
“I was cool?”
“Very. Come here.” He gave her a hug and kissed her on top of the head. Abby noticed as she tilted her head down that his cock was still pressing up against his shorts. She felt a stirring in her pussy, and then a sudden urge to reach up the leg of his shorts and find out what that big cock felt like in her hand. For the first time, she had a glimmering of how dangerous their situation could be if they lost their control. Mama hadn’t had time to tell her that Abby might want to fuck the nice man right back. Still Abby knew she could be strong to help Ethan.
Whitney and Abby rode their bikes to the pool. Abby kept shorts on over the bottom of her suit. She thought it looked weird, but it was better than risking another peepshow. The day went like normal; Kevin Pyle kept hanging around and trying to talk to Whitney. When they went in the water, he always tried to dunk her. Abby thought he was nice, but Whitney thought he was “geeky.”
The girls finally got out of the water to use the bathroom, and when they came back out there were two older boys standing outside the door, waiting for them. They didn’t even look at Whitney. Abby could feel the anger rise in Whitney, and knew the blonde would punch herself in the leg. She didn’t know why Whit did that, but she heard the light smack as the boys stared at Abby. Abby knew exactly what part of her they were looking at. Everybody looked at them.
“Hey, ‘sup?” the taller of the two boys said to Abby. “I’m Ricky; I go to North. You must go to South or Catholic. I’d remember a hottie like you if you went to North.”
“Um, well I-I go-go,” Abby was blushing and stammering.
“She goes to Park Middle School.” Whitney said with an edge to her voice.
“Oh, an eighth grader? Me and Andy are sophomores.” The tall boy said that like it made him cooler.
“I’m—I’m only a sixth grader,” Abby whispered. She was embarrassed that she had somehow caused them to think she was older.
“Really? But you’re so... Hey, look I’m sorry, okay?” Abby thought Ricky didn’t really sound very sorry. “Don’t tell anyone we talked to you. Come on, Andy.” The boys started to walk away. “Jesus Christ, you ever see a rack like that on a fucking sixth grader?” Ricky said, ignoring the fact that the girls could still hear him. Andy looked back over his shoulder; the smile on his face looked wrong to Abby, and his eyes weren’t warm like Ethan’s. She was afraid of him.
About an hour passed, and Whitney had run to the other side of the pool, chasing Kevin, who had stolen her towel. When Whitney got by Jared’s lifeguard stand, she stopped right beneath it and pretended she was struggling to catch her breath. Abby giggled. Whitney could run hard for a mile and not lose her breath that badly. Abby turned back to go sit on her chair, but a hand grabbed her by the back of her arm and pulled toward the changing rooms.
She looked up to see it was Andy. She almost screamed, but he wasn’t hurting her, and she wasn’t sure what was going on. Before she could gather her wits, the older boy had her in the blind-spot between the fence and the changing rooms. Abby was scared, but she didn’t want to seem like a little girl, so she tried not to show it. “Those are some beautiful tits you have there,” he said as he pushed her to the wall. “Why don’t you show ‘em to me?”
“No. No. I don’t want to.”
“I knew you were just a baby,” he sneered. “All the girls at the middle school show guys their tits. They’re all going to laugh at you next year.”
“Leave me alone,” she said. She had meant to say it loudly, but her voice came out as a weak whisper.
“Tell you what. You can keep the swimsuit on. Just come over to the park next door, and I’ll give you five bucks to let me jack off on those beautiful fucking tits of yours.” Abby sort of knew what jacking off was, but why would he want to do that in front of her? Why would he want to do it on her tits? When she didn’t answer, he tried to lean in and kiss her. She pushed against his face and scratched him. “You little bitch! I was just trying to kiss you!”
Abby tried to run, but collided with a boy much bigger than her. She was afraid it was Ricky and they’d have her trapped. It wasn’t Ricky. Whitney had noticed she was missing and had brought the Pyle brothers with her. Abby had plowed into Jared as he was lunging to grab Andy. It had given Andy the opening to escape. He ran to the fence and scaled it. Kevin grabbed Andy’s ankle as he went over the fence and flipped it up, causing the sophomore to land on his face. He bounced back up, blood pouring from his nose. Andy looked like he might go after Kevin, but the sight of Jared sent him scrambling off into the park.
“That little fucker again!” Jared exclaimed, glaring after Andy. “I’m gonna kill that bastard if he comes back here. Nice job, little bro. Put him right on his ugly face!” The brothers high-fived. Jared turned toward Abby. He still held her arm where he had caught her to prevent her from falling after the collision. When the lifeguard looked down at her, Abby saw everything that was missing in Andy’s empty eyes. “You okay?” he asked. Abby nodded. She was proud of herself for not crying, but being next to Jared made her feel safer. “Look, um…” Jared turned to Kevin for help.
“Abby,” Kevin said.
“Look, Abby, I can promise you that we will keep a sharp eye out for that kid. We’ll never let him into the pool again.” The older Pyle boy smiled kindly, and Abby knew he was telling her the truth. “Kevin, take a walk,” Jared said, turning to his little brother and giving him a look that left no room for argument. “Whitney, stay here. Please. I didn’t mean to be bossy.” Jared waited until the three were alone. “Do you want me to call your parents? They might want the cops to check this out.”
“Please, no,” Abby said. “Ethan would try to kill him.”
“I want you to know something, Abby. You did not do anything wrong. Some guys are just jerks. You’re here all the time lately, and I know you two are good girls. Do not blame yourself in any way for this.” Abby was amazed at how he knew how to say the right things, and she was grateful. “Are you two good at keeping secrets?” he asked. Both girls nodded. “When I was about your age, maybe a year older, there was an older neighbor boy who tried to kiss me and grab my dick. He knew I was gay. I don’t know how; I didn’t even know it yet. But he thought that meant he could grab me just like that asshole tried to grab you. I blamed myself. I thought maybe I led him on, or maybe my shorts were too tight or something. I figured out later that it wasn’t me. It was him.”
“Your secret is safe, Jared. We won’t tell anybody, you’re gay.”
Jared laughed. “I don’t care about that. I’m going to college in a month and I’m going to let the world know who I am. The important people already know. I just don’t want Kevin to know about what happened, because it would really upset him. So, you see… I know exactly how you feel, Abby.” Abby hugged him. He was an angel in red swim-trunks. Jared laughed. “Whitney, come here,” he said, extending his hand. Whitney took it and gazed at the handsome boy. “You did a great job watching your friend’s back. You two are both so pretty that you’re going to attract lots of attention from boys. Look out for each other. You’ll be okay. And I will make sure you’re safe while you’re here, alright?”
Whitney and Abby both nodded. Jared walked back to his lifeguard platform. “That is the coolest boy I have ever met!” Abby said.
“He said I was pretty.” Whitney beamed.
“He’s gay, Whitney,” Abby said, meaning only that her hopeless crush was even more hopeless now.
“Who cares?” Whitney said. “I was never going to kiss him; I just like looking at him. And now, I know that when he looks back, he thinks I’m pretty.” Abby decided that it sort of made sense. Whitney stared at Jared for a moment, and then looked across the pool to where Kevin was now hanging out with his friends. “Did you see Kevin go after that guy? He’s brave, isn’t he?”
“Thought you said he was geeky.”
“Well, he’s still geeky, but he’s brave, too.” Abby decided that Whitney was still making sense. “Some guys are jerks,” Whitney said, “but some of them are just wonderful.”
The next day, Ethan was going to drop the girls off at the women’s store in the strip mall and pick them up after he finished other errands. Abby understood why he didn’t want to stay as they tried on new swimsuits. Abby stopped in Whitney’s room to get her to hurry downstairs. She walked in without knocking, and caught Whitney staring at her life-size poster of Dezi Kramer, the Milwaukee Brewers’ handsome rookie shortstop. Whitney’s hand was touching the front of her shorts. “Whit! Let’s go.” Whitney seemed startled, and blushed. She got her wits back and then stood up on a little stool and kissed the poster. Abby had seen her do this every morning for the past month or so. Abby had kind of made out with a magazine picture of Justin Bieber once, so she got it.
The day had started out very well. Whitney had been told that since the girls were swimming so much she could buy a new suit, too. Ethan had decided it would call less attention to Abby’s problem. Whitney was a clothes horse, so she was in a bubbly mood. But then the day started to take a turn for the worse. The store was awful. Abby had tried on almost every one-piece that was even close to her size. Every single one was a bad fit. She was either squeezing her tits until they were dangerously close to popping out the top, or the bottom was too loose to keep from gapping. She even tried a bikini, but faced the same problem. She wanted to cry, but tried not to let on with Whitney. Her friend was having a wonderful time and had even decided she was going to try on a bikini, too.
Abby was standing in the swimsuit section all alone with a suit in front of her and tears starting to well up when she saw someone walking toward her. Abby recognized the shiny red hair and the absolutely perfect figure of Miss Rigby, the young middle school teacher who had been their softball coach for the past few summers. All the middle school boys said she was the “Hottest Woman on the Motherfucking Planet.” She was with a tall good-looking man. He looked somewhat familiar, but he had on sunglasses, and Abby couldn’t quite place him. Miss Rigby leaned up and whispered in the man’s ear; he nodded and moved off a ways.
“Hi, Abby. How you doing?” Miss Rigby’s smile was warm and kind.
“Miss Rigby, I—I-HELP ME, PLEASE!” she whispered urgently.
“I thought you might be having a little trouble. I was built just like you when I was your age, well almost.”
“You? But your body is perfect!”
“Well, I don’t know about that. But thank you.”
“No, all the boys say you’re—“
“I know what they say, Abby,” she said, turning red. Abby had never imagined such a beautiful and cool person could be embarrassed. “I’m going to teach you a little trick that the stores don’t like, but sometimes a girl just has to do. Please don’t tell anyone I taught you this, okay?”
“If you can help me, I will keep any secret you want!” Abby was serious. “I’m just too big up top,” she added miserably.
“Some days it can be a pain, I know. Other days, it has its advantages.”
“Come on over by the bikinis, Abby. Does Whit’s dad let you girls wear bikinis?” Miss Rigby took her by the hand.
“He would, but those don’t fit right either,” Abby protested but went with the pretty teacher anyway.
Miss Rigby looked Abby over and then took the suit from her hand and checked the size. “How does this one fit?” she asked calmly.
“Top is just right, but the bottom part is two sizes too big. It slides around and my pussy lips slip out. Oh shit! Sorry I just said it that way.” Abby was the one turning red now. She wondered if teachers could send kids to the office during the summer. Worse yet, she might say something to Ethan, and Abby had promised to mind the situation before using language like that.
“It’s okay, honey. You’re having a frustrating day. I’ve been there.” Miss Rigby grabbed two bikinis and then looked around to see no one was watching. She took the bottom from the smaller one and put it on the hanger for the bigger one. “I’ll bet this works,” she said. Abby hugged her. Miss Rigby laughed gently and returned the hug.
“Um, Erin?” The tall young man was standing behind Miss Rigby. “I’m really sorry; I know this is important, but they just called from the office. I have an emergency team meeting.”
Abby looked at the tall athletic man who now stood with his arm around the gorgeous teacher. She jumped to a logical conclusion. “What sport do you coach?” Abby asked.
Before he could answer, Whitney was at Abby’s shoulder. She was dressed in only a bikini and looking down at her own chest and didn’t notice that Abby was talking to someone. “Abz, I think with this bikini, I almost look like I have a little cleav—“ Whitney’s eyes flew open wide as she looked up. She hopped in the air a little bit and began trembling. Abby thought she had been stung by a bee. Then Whitney’s hands came up in front of her face and she shook them in rapid fanning motions. “D-D-D-D,” she stammered. Abby now thought Whitney was having a seizure.
“It’s okay, Whitney, breathe. He still does that to me sometimes,” Miss Rigby said with a kind smile. “Dez, this is Whitney, and this is Abby. They’re two of my ballplayers. Well, they were. They’ll be at my middle school next year.” Abby finally recognized who was standing in front of her. She saw a life-size poster of him in Whitney’s room every morning.
“It’s nice to meet you, girls. I’m…”
“Dezi Kramer! Dezi Kramer!” Whitney’s voice was a squeak. She was still shaking.
The rookie shortstop knelt down in front of the trembling girl and took his sunglasses off, revealing his kind eyes. They were the same height now. “Hey!” he whispered gently. “Look at me, Whitney. Wow, such pretty eyes. Whitney, I’m just a guy, okay? You can talk to me like you do everyone else.”
“You’re my favorite player EVER!” she said.
“Thanks.” He reached out his long hands and took both of Whitney’s in them. “I think you might be the prettiest fan I’ve met, EVER!” he said.
“Thank you! Thank you, Dezi,” Whitney seemed to be under better control of her trembling now, but tears of joy streamed down her face. “I’ve never been this happy!” she said, turning to Abby, who was now crying for her friend.
“I have to go, sweetheart. I’ll ask Erin to get hold of your folks, and we’ll get you and Abby some tickets for the homestand next week, okay? I’m pretty sure I can get some of the other guys to autograph something for you, too. Let me guess, Abby. Ryan Braun?” Abby nodded enthusiastically. “I get it. Chicks dog the long ball.”
“I love you,” Whitney squeaked. “Not in a weird way, Miss Rigby,” she said turning to the pretty teacher.
“I know what you mean, Whitney.” Dezi headed for the exit, and Erin promised she would follow in just a second. “Abby,” she whispered, pulling the girl aside. “Some days, the body has its advantages.” Abby followed the teacher’s gaze toward the gorgeous man walking away. “If you ever need more help, just call, okay?”
“Thank you, Miss Rigby. Thank you, so much.” The teacher walked away. Abby turned back to her friend who was still staring after the shortstop.
“Oh, Abby,” the star-struck blonde girl said softly. “I want to have his babies!” Abby was thinking that Whitney had just said that she didn’t love Dezi in a weird way. Abby was going to make a smart crack, but after thinking about it, decided that it wasn’t really that weird after all. Years later, the two friends would still think back on this as one of the best days of their lives.
Another year passed, and Abby had managed to keep her crush on Ethan under control. She had gotten some unexpected help from Whitney. Whitney had begun to blossom as well, and while her best friend was not as forthright about discussing sexual feelings, she was every bit as wrapped up in them as Abby. Whitney had begun to masturbate, frequently. She and Abby had never bothered to knock on each other’s doors, so Abby caught her a few times. Abby knew what Whitney was doing. Abby had tried exploring herself down below plenty of times and liked it.
But one day, when Abby got home from school after Whitney but before Ethan, she walked in and found Whit playing with a little blue shaft. It was the size and roughly the same shape as a small cock. Whitney was pushing it up inside of herself when Abby walked in on her.
“What the fuck is that?” Abby asked, pulling the door shut behind her.
Whitney flushed red, and pulled her green panties back over her pussy, but she didn’t hide the shaft. She would talk about sex stuff when Abby pressed her on it, and she knew Abby was going to insist, so she just fessed up. “I found it when I was snooping through the stuff in the attic. I think my mom left it when she moved out. I saw a girl using one in a video on the internet once and I knew what it was, so I decided to try it. They call it a dildo.”
“Oh, that’s what they look like! I heard the word, and kind of got the idea, but I never saw one. Does it hurt? When it goes inside you?” Abby was fascinated by the toy.
“I don’t press it in very far anymore. When I did one time, it kind of hurt and I bled a little.”
“Did it pop your cherry?”
“I don’t know, Abz. I think so.” Whitney tossed it on the bed. “I saw the girl using one on the internet, and she was getting all crazy on it, but it buzzed. I think this one is broken.” Whitney got up and crossed to her dresser. “Mom had more than one,” Whitney whispered. “This one is littler, but it kind of has a weird finger thing on it, and it looks scary. I never tried to put it in me. You can have this one, but I don’t want you to use mine. That would be gross, sharing it like that. I… don’t like girls, you know.”
“I’m not a lesbian, either. Mama had a friend who was; she was nice, not scary or anything.” Abby thought about things for a minute. “Whitney, you’re the prettiest girl I know…”
“Looked in the mirror lately?” Whitney said, and then punched herself in the leg. Abby had learned that this was Whitney’s self-reminder that it was unfair of her to feel jealous of Abby. Abby didn’t make herself have huge tits and big blue eyes. “Thanks for calling me pretty,” Whit added.
“You are pretty, Whitney, but what I was saying is that I don’t want us ever to get, you know, weird with each other. Some of the eighth grade girls are trying it, but I think with us in the same house it would just get awful.” Abby wasn’t sure at first why she said that, but then realized it was because she didn’t want to feel the way she felt about Whitney that she felt about Ethan.
“Well, like I said. I’m not a lesbian, and I can’t even imagine wanting to try it. Even with the hottest girl in class. So… you going to take this thing? Like I said, it kind of creeps me out.” Abby thanked her, took the toy and went back to her room.
Three minutes later, she burst back into Whitney’s room. “Jesus Christ, Abby! You knew what I was doing in here!”
Abby grinned her naughtiest grin. “Twist the bottom of that thing,” she said and closed the door.
Abby stood outside the door and listened. She heard a soft buzzing sound. She waited another ten seconds. “O-o-o-o-oh, sheeeee-it,” she heard Whitney squeal.
“You’re welcome!” Abby called and skipped back to her room.
Abby wasn’t going to pull her panties aside like Whitney had done. Abby liked being totally naked when she played with herself. She had to admit that even she was becoming kind of fascinated with her tits. She would squeeze them with one hand while she diddled her pussy, and both things felt good. Abby had figured out how to turn the toy on, but she hadn’t figured out how to get the odd-shaped little device into her tight pussy. She tried to push it in, but didn’t like the way the little part caught on the bottom of her snatch. She turned it sideways and didn’t have any better luck. The third time was the charm. She put the little finger part on top. When she pushed it forward this time, it touched her clit. “Oh, my fucking God!” she whispered. It was too intense to leave it there long, but she had it figured out now.
She began to push the toy into herself at different angles. The tingling sensation jolted every nerve in her body. It was almost irritating at first, but once she got warmed up, it was another sensation altogether. She began to have more juices flow out of her pussy than had ever happened with her fingers. And she was breathing heavily despite barely moving anything other than the hand holding her amazing new toy. As the session continued, she began to writhe and mashed her tits roughly with her other hand. She had never been that rough with them, but it felt right now. She pictured what the toy must look like inside of her pussy, and then the vision changed to what it would look like to have a boy’s cock inside of her. She knew it wouldn’t vibrate like this, but she knew that it would make her way more full, and it would move in other ways, all on its own.
Her vision changed to a full-on fantasy, now. She remembered how seeing her pussy had made Ethan’s cock get hard a year ago. He said he wanted to kiss her like a woman. And while they had returned to as close as they could get to the way they were before that day, it was obvious to her that she still had a crush on him. And she was pretty sure her growing body still held at least as much fascination for him as it had before. He probably still wanted to kiss her that way. Abby imagined the way it might feel to have him hold her in his arms and make out with her like she was his wife. That was all she thought about this time. Just kissing Ethan, and feeling the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Under the influence of her devilish little toy, Abby, for just a few minutes, felt glad she was not his daughter.
She left the little finger of the dildo stay on her clit for a longer period of time as she pictured her making out with the man she adored so much. Then, the physical sensation pushed all other thoughts from her mind. She felt like her whole body was vibrating and moving her around the bed. Nothing in her life had ever been this intensely naughty. “Oh, fucking, fuck, fuck fuck!” she whispered in a hoarse voice. She had made herself cum with her fingers, with help from the showerhead, but this was just crazy. She bucked and sat up with the little toy still inside her, and then she slammed back down onto the bed. Spasms shook her entire body, and she lost her grip on the toy, but it had already finished its work. She had several more seconds of intense jolts to her system, and then began to feel incredibly relaxed.
She reached down and found the still-vibrating device. She brought it up and twisted the end so that it shut off. She stared at the little wonder she held. Her “Joy Toy.” It glistened with her juices. She tasted them. That felt really naughty, too. She grinned. She finally understood her mother’s comment about feeling naughty in the good way. “This,” she thought, “is going to be how I control my crush from now on.”
When Ethan called the girls down to supper that night, they couldn’t make eye contact with one another without giggling. He seemed perplexed. “Seventh grade girls deserve to have secrets,” he said after they had finished the salad. “I’m not even going to ask.” The girls giggled again. He cleared the salads and moved to where he had the roast sitting on the counter. He got out an electric knife and prepared to carve. As soon as he switched it on and it began to buzz, the girls became so hysterical that he immediately shut it off and looked behind him to see if something was going on. When he turned the knife on again, Whitney excused herself and ran from the room, clutching her sides and trying not to fall over from laughing. Ethan looked down at the knife and then looked at Abby.
Tears of laughter were running down her cheeks as she tried to keep herself together. It was a little easier with Whitney gone from the room, but it was still difficult. A look of realization crossed Ethan’s face as he listened to the buzzing sound and then remembered that his daughter snooped everywhere—even the attic. He looked at Abby again. He switched off the knife and pressed his opposite palm to his head. She could see all kinds of thoughts running through his mind. He opened his mouth to speak once, but didn’t say anything. In the end, he gave a little “that makes sense,” shrug and continued to carve the roast, using an old-fashioned knife.
“Thanks for being so cool, Ethan,” Abby said, watching his wonderful hands carve the roast.
“Was I cool?”
“Very.” Abby got up and crossed to him. She kissed him on the cheek and then pulled back a little to look in his kind eyes. She brushed her hair back over her ear. Then, she kissed him on the lips. “Goddamit! I love you so fucking much, Ethan,” she said and ran from the room.
Abby knew she had broken Ethan’s trust somewhat, but he had been so sexy in that moment. She passed a now far more composed Whitney heading back downstairs, and Whit giggled only slightly as they passed. Abby went into her room and turned up the stereo so that no one would hear the buzzing noise. Her little friend got her through the next few months, until the end of the first semester of seventh grade.
Then, something happened that would make her attempts to control herself with Ethan even more difficult. It started when Whitney got a call from her mother. After about three hours of fighting and crying, Whitney had agreed to spend a week of winter break at her mother’s new house. The fact that the house was located on a beach in Southern California might have helped seal the deal. Whit hated winter, and the idea of spending time at the beach made the entire concept of trying to patch things up with her mom more palatable. Ethan was actually pleased to see the two of them talking. He had made his peace with what had happened to his marriage long ago. More importantly, finding a way to forgive her mother might make Whitney happier in the long run.
The first night alone with Ethan was a Friday, and it wasn’t that hard for Abby. Whitney had often been gone in the evenings in recent months. Like both her parents, she was getting tall. She was a starter on the middle school basketball team and had also started to make trips with an AAU squad. So, being alone for an evening was pretty normal, and Abby and Ethan felt no added pressure. Still, she thought of him that night. She had every night of late.
Her little plan of replacing her desire for Ethan with her Joy Toy had failed. For a while, the fascination with the device had worked. But in the end it only made her more aware of the concept of sexual pleasure, and her cravings for Ethan’s touch had intensified. Before she fell asleep, she got out the toy and went to work. She no longer masturbated in the nude. Her obsession with Ethan had led to her pilfering one of his t-shirts every time she did the laundry. She had even stolen a bottle of his cologne from his bathroom, and put a light touch of it on the shirts and then wore them as nighties. She knew it was going too far, but she couldn’t help the way his scent made her feel like she was with him, their naked bodies intertwined. Of course Abby had to go to great pains to make sure Whitney never found out about it. Abby folded the shirt and put it under the mattress every morning.
On Saturday morning, Abby got up late and found that Ethan was already gone. He wanted to do the shopping because there was snow forecast on and off for the next few days. He came home and spent the day working on designs for a new project and then went to the garage and worked on the Camaro. Abby would peek in on him once in a while, but she sensed he wanted to be alone. She thought he probably was wrestling with some hidden issues about Whitney’s reconciliation with her mother. Secretly he must have had the same fear that Abby had. What if Whit loved the beach and California so much that she wanted to stay? It was silly, but Abby still felt it gnawing at her, and supposed Ethan felt it on some level as well. Abby let him be. She even spent the evening working on a movie project she was doing for history class.
The next day was entirely different. It was a Sunday, and after church they went out for brunch. Abby had never really been out to a nice place alone with Ethan. For Abby, it began to feel like a date. Ethan’s manners were so naturally good, and his genuine interest in the things Abby said made her fall ever more deeply in love with the handsome man. They stopped at the video store and got a few movies. Then, they headed home to the empty house. That afternoon, they played video games for a while and had a wonderful time. Abby wondered if this was what being married felt like. She fantasized by now that would she love to grow up and marry Ethan and spend her life in this house, but she also felt stirrings that told her she didn’t want to wait until she grew up to start her love affair with him. That desire got the better of her. She began to do silly little things like brush against him in the kitchen or lean forward during the games and let him see her tits hanging down.
Ethan began to grow restless and quiet. Abby knew that he did this when she started to get to him. She had always backed off in these situations. Today, she didn’t. Ethan backed off by suggesting that they go outside and do some shoveling. They hadn’t really cleared the walk and part of the drive from last night’s minor snowstorm. Ethan must have figured that the best way to handle his stirrings toward Abby was to put her in a heavy winter coat and get outside to create some distance. Abby didn’t find this discouraging. In fact, she took it as further evidence that he was finding her hard to resist.
Besides, the whole thing backfired on him. Abby got more worked up than before when she saw him shoveling. He was so strong and manly, and he had to bend over to shovel the wet, heavy snow. That let Abby take nice long looks at his backside, something that had become more and more of a fascination to her in recent weeks. When he caught onto that, he changed tactics again. He piled and packed a big mound of the “packy” snow in the center of the yard and began to shape it into a snow sculpture. Abby had never known Ethan to make a traditional snowman. He was just too good with his hands to make such a clumsy figure. He would make sculptures. Every year he would make something that neighbors would end up stopping by the yard to see. He went to work on the snow, and Abby joined him. They had no plan, but took the figure where the snow led them.
In a few moments it was obvious that they were creating an angel. He let Abby continue to work on the body and gown, and he moved to the back and set to work creating the tiny wings. Patiently, he would add snowballs to the back and then scrape most of their mass away, leaving only the parts he needed. He grew frustrated with the lack of detail after a while and went to the truck, coming back with a tool belt. He began to detail the work. Finally, Abby had done all she could and just stayed close to Ethan, bringing him snow or handing him tools. He eventually, moved around to finish the face. Abby watched in rapt fascination as the high cheekbones and big eyes took shape. The face was angelic alright. Abby saw it in the mirror every morning. Ethan had turned the angel into Abby. He didn’t say a word or turn to her for praise. This was his artsy side, something the girls wished he would show more often. He created things that were from his heart, and didn’t really seem to care what others thought of them.
When he was finished, he put the tools away and headed inside without saying anything. If Abby hadn’t known the way his mind worked when he sculpted she would have sworn this was an absolutely perfect attempt at seducing her. Instead, she knew it was something that came from his innermost feelings, and its spell was made even more intoxicating by that fact.
After supper they watched a movie. Abby had chosen a horror film, and Ethan had indulged her. Now, he was paying the price for his kindness. Abby leapt from her chair at the first big scare and rushed to Ethan on the couch. She snuggled in next to him. Every fright gave her an excuse to hug or hold him. The room was almost totally dark, but by the end of the movie, she could see that he had become erect from the sensation of having a warm busty body beside him. He was almost curt in the way he kissed her on top of the head and went to bed at eight o’clock in the evening. Abby knew she was being awful, but she wanted this ridiculous game to end, and she wanted it to end with her in his bed at last.
Abby fucked her toy fiercely the next morning. She knew Whitney was gone and Ethan would have already left for work; it was a Monday. Her orgasm matched the mood with which she attacked the toy. It was a hard series of bucks and thrashing movements so intense that she couldn’t even manage to cry his name. She could only make a little squeaking sound. She crossed to the dresser and opened the panty drawer. She was such a wet mess down below that she decided to wait until after she had showered to put panties on. But right now, she was hungry.
So, she walked downstairs in only a t-shirt. Whitney wore t-shirts downstairs—with panties—all the time whether her dad was home or not, but Abby had been careful about it since the night with the dish-soap. She even wore shirts over her bathing suits when she was in the house. Now, she was all alone, and she was wet and feeling naughty anyway. She might even give the toy another go before the shower.
This act had unintended consequences. Ethan’s contracting business could only do indoor work in the winter months, and no one wanted to have the contractor working inside the house over the holidays. So, Ethan was home on a Monday morning. Abby forgot that. She walked right into Ethan, who was coming out of the kitchen with a huge bowl of cereal. He spilled the whole bowl down the front of her shirt, well sort of her shirt.
Ethan stammered an apology, but then froze as he looked at Abby and saw that the milk had soaked through the shirt, his shirt. Her big nipples were clearly visible through the white cotton. Ethan stared at her tits for a long, long time. Then he realized that the girl wasn’t wearing anything at all on the bottom. She saw his eyes move up from down below and met his gaze defiantly. She hadn’t intended to create the situation, but Abby decided she’d be damned before she was going to move away or cover up. They were both damned if she didn’t, but she wanted the company.
Ethan’s hand slowly moved upward. Abby drew in a deep breath, hoping that he was going to touch her breasts and free them both from the bonds that held their desires in check. Ethan’s trembling hand bypassed her chest and went to her chin. He tilted her face up toward him. “You are so beautiful, Abby. And I love you so much.” He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, and when she snuck her tongue out, he parted his own lips and let her inside his mouth.
Abby had kissed a couple of boys, one after the middle school dance, and one after she went to the Summerfest fireworks with his family. Both had been simple goodnight kisses. This kiss was not simple. It was loaded with implications, the least of which was that Abby knew she would gladly yield her virginity to him on the spot. More vexing to her were her concerns about what this would do to Whitney if she ever found out, and even more importantly, what it might do to Ethan. Those things were important to her, but they couldn’t stop her from sliding her arms around him and grabbing his firm ass. The effect this had on Ethan was not what she had expected.
He didn’t pull away, and he didn’t grab her ass back. Instead he gave a choked sob and sank to his knees, grabbing her around her waist and burying his head against her bust. “Ethan! Ethan! Don’t be upset. You aren’t hurting me. I want this. I want this so fucking bad.”
He held her tight, for a long time. She could tell that he could smell the arousal from her recent session with the toy and her reaction to his kiss. Finally, he stood and looked down at the beautiful girl in front of him. His moment of being torn apart by his feelings for her must have passed. There was a fire burning in his eyes. “Abby, oh Abby, you are so very, very sweet and beautiful.” Abby had longed to have him look at her like this and speak those words. He didn’t seem confused; he had his old strength back. He maybe even seemed to be stronger than before. “I love you so very much, and I will prove it to you every day for as long as I live.”
“I love you, too Ethan.” Abby’s heart pounded in her chest. She had just hoped to fuck this beautiful man, but now he spoke like they would be lovers for the rest of their lives. Faced with that reality, Abby was now a little frightened by it, but she knew she was just being silly. No other man could ever make her feel like Ethan did.
“And my love for you has set me free, Abby.”
“Yes,” she thought. “He is free to take me now. His love overcame everything that was keeping us apart.”
“This craziness is over!” He raised both fists in the air brought his hands down to his head in a show of victory. “I will never touch you in that way, ever again. All I needed to do was take it to the edge like that, and then I could see that there was no way I could ever be like that with you!”
Abby slapped him as hard as she could. The sound of it hung in the air as she saw him press his hand to his left cheek. He was stunned. “How can you talk like that, Ethan? I love you!” Abby ran to her room. She knew he’d come following her, so she locked the door. She threw herself on the bed and bawled. The man she had loved had rejected her, and he had been happy about it.
She ignored the knock on the door. “Abby! Open up. I can explain.”
“Go fuck yourself, you fucking fuck!”
“Abby, you need to open this door, honey.”
“I hate your fucking guts! Leave me alone!”
“I love you, Abby. Let me explain what happened.”
“You broke my fucking heart!” Abby had never said anything like what she said next. She had never even thought it. But when she said it, she thought she meant it. “I wish I was fucking dead!”
“Abby, don’t ever say that. Please, don’t ever say that. Talk to me, please, honey.” Abby wasn’t going to ever talk to this sick bastard again. “Abigail! Open the fucking door! Abby! Abby!” She could hear him panicking, but she didn’t care.
Suddenly, there was a tremendous cracking sound, and the door splintered away from the frame. Ethan had kicked the door right in. He stood in the doorway for a moment and then rushed to her. He tried to take her into his arms, but she started punching him with her little fists. His strong arms pinned her hands down to her sides. She couldn’t strike him, so she spat in his face. She had loved him, but he had broken her heart, and now he wouldn’t leave her alone. Abby had never hated anyone so much. He drew her into a big hug. She struggled, but he was too strong. She melted into his chest and began to weep again. They sat on the edge of the bed, for several minutes, neither speaking.
“Abby,” he said as her sobs quieted. “I said everything wrong again, and I understand if you don’t ever want to forgive me for what I did to you downstairs. Of course you’re confused by it. But you have to understand that when I finally kissed you like that, I knew that I loved you more than I ever realized.”
“So, you told me you’d never do it again?” He had relaxed his hug, and she put her feet against him and pushed away from him as she spoke. She curled into a ball and sat on the pillow.
“I won’t ever kiss you like that again, because I love you too much for that.”
“You don’t make any fucking sense!” She kicked out at his arm.
“Abby, I have only ever felt that much love for one person in my life.”
“You’re fucking sick.”
“I was, but my love for you made me well. Abby, I love you that much because you’re more to me than a lover or a girlfriend could ever be. There’s only one reason that I could love you so much.” He crossed to the other side of the bed and picked her up and made her stand in front of him. Abby didn’t look at him, so he gently picked up her chin, and made her look into his eyes. They still gleamed with the fire she had seen right before he broke her heart. “Abby, the only reason I could love you that much is the same reason I love Whitney that much.” He smiled so sweetly that Abby found that all her hate and anger slowly began to fade. Only one person had ever looked at her like that, and he died in a car crash long ago. Abby was starting to realize what was happening at the same instant the words came from Ethan’s lips. “Abigail, you ARE my daughter.”
Abigail began to cry again. She couldn’t move at first. Everything she had thought she understood had been a lie. Every wish she had made over the past two years was never going to come true. Ethan would never be her lover. He no longer felt toward her as she had felt toward him for so long. As the reality of it all set in, Abby was stirred to action. She threw her arms around him. “Daddy, oh Daddy… I love you so fucking much!”
“I love you too, little girl,” he said. Then he added with a soft chuckle. “So fucking much.”
In the days that followed, Abby’s life became much happier. There had been a lot of tension in the house, and Ethan’s victory over his worst impulses had freed all three occupants of the house. Abby had not realized how profoundly Whitney had been affected. The night she came home from California, Whit walked into Abby’s room. “So, it’s ‘Daddy’ now?”
Whitney punched her leg, but smiled right after. “Thank God. That was too close!”
“What was too close?”
“Oh, God, Abby! You think I didn’t know? I’m a snoop… His shirts under your mattress? His cologne on you in the morning? Remember your missing necklace?”
“No… really?” Abby had never figured that one out.
“I imagined him sitting there and holding it and crying his eyes out with guilt. I was so sure you two were going to fuck each other.”
Tears streamed down Abby’s face. “I am so sorry, Whitney. And I was ten times worse about it than he ever was! Don’t blame him, please. He’s the one that put a stop to it. He didn’t break—but I had.” Abby hadn’t ever wanted to tell Whitney that, but now she knew she had to make it clear to Whit that Ethan was never the aggressor.
“Of course you were. He’s stronger than us. He’s stronger than anyone.”
“He is, Whit. He really is.” Abby let Whitney continue to lead the conversation.
“I don’t really blame you. I can see what he is. But thank God it’s over. How could I have survived my father fucking my sister?”
“I’m a little jealous having to share him, but I love my beautiful sister.” There was lots of hugging and crying after that.
Within two months, Ethan started to date again, nothing serious, but he seemed happier. The middle school years finished, and the two sisters got to have an eighth grade graduation party. Whitney surprised her daddy and Abby at the party. Ethan and Abby walked into the garage to get some drinks from the fridge he kept there and caught Whit kissing Kevin Pyle. Ethan cleared his throat. “Um, Kevin, this is my Daddy, Ethan. You know my sister. Daddy, this is Kevin Pyle, my boyfriend.”
Ethan didn’t extend a hand or even look at the boy. He turned to Abby instead. “You know this boy?” Abby nodded. “Good kid?” Abby looked as if she was really thinking about it. She finally nodded, but with a slight tilt of her head to indicate that she wasn’t quite positive. “And he’s how old?”
“Fourteen, just like us, Daddy,” she said.
“Whaddya think?” Abby shrugged and nodded. Her daddy extended his hand. “Kevin, nice to meet you. I’m Ethan. Soda pop?” He opened the fridge and indicated that the boy should grab one. As Kevin leaned in to grab a soda, Ethan bent down to him and whispered. “Did you hear about what happened to the last boy who hurt one of my daughters?”
“No, sir,” Kevin said and swallowed hard.
“Good. Good. They’ll never trace the body back to me, then.” Ethan looked hard at the boy for a moment and then burst out laughing. Kevin looked relieved and smiled. “No, seriously,” Ethan said, with a suddenly somber look, “you haven’t heard anything, right?”
Abby and Ethan left the garage and immediately began to laugh once they were out of sight and hearing. Whitney would learn better than to keep secrets from them! Abby’s giggles were interrupted by the sight of a very tall boy getting out of the passenger side of a car with Texas plates. He looked familiar, but it wasn’t until Uncle Jason got out of the driver’s side that Abby realized who the boy was. “Daddy? Is that JJ?”
“Yeah. Getting tall, isn’t he?”
“Yeah… tall,” Abby knew she was blushing. She couldn’t help it. Thankfully, her daddy wasn’t looking. “Did Uncle Jason come all this way for our graduation party?”
“No, sweetie. They’re moving back to Milwaukee. Jason took a job with Johnson Controls. He just doubled his salary overnight.”
Abby’s heart raced, but she played as cool as she could manage. “Oh, what part of town are they living in?”
“A block away from the high school. JJ’s going to South with you and Whit,” Ethan said as he walked away and moved to Uncle Jason. “Baby brother!” he exclaimed and gave his brother a hug.
JJ wandered quickly away before his uncle tried to hug him. He walked up to the pretty girl standing on the front lawn. “Abby?” he asked. She nodded. He hugged her, apparently he felt differently about girls than he did about uncles. Abby noticed that his arms and hands were really long. “Congratulations. You’re a high-school girl now.” Abby thought he sounded like a cowboy. It was cute, really cute. How had she not liked that accent three years ago?
“Thanks, JJ. Um, want a soda pop?” She brushed her black hair behind her ear. He nodded. She liked the way he looked at her. It was warm, but not overeager. He actually pretty much stayed focused on her eyes, which was more than most of her classmates managed. More than most of her teachers managed. “Oh, when you go into the garage, you’re encouraged to give an evil glare to the boy your cousin is making out with.”
“Shoot, I might not even recognize Whitney.”
“She’s the fucking gorgeous blonde with a boy’s tongue stuck down her throat,” Abby laughed. JJ did, too. Without thinking, she took him by the hand and led him to the garage. When they got there, Whitney and Kevin were sucking face just as Abby had predicted.
“Whitney!” JJ called out. It sounded like a greeting, but its volume scared the daylights out of the couple. “Just look at you, girl!” JJ continued, and played up his accent. “Purty as a picture, Cuz.”
“JJ? Jesus, you got tall!” Whitney crossed to her cousin and hugged him.
“Reckon I did. Who’s yer fella?”
“Um, Kevin, this is my cousin JJ.”
“JJ. What’s up?”
“Where I’m from, fellas shake hands when they meet someone,” JJ said, sauntering over like a sheriff in a Western. He extended a hand as he towered over the shorter boy. Abby thought she saw Kevin wince as JJ shook his hand. JJ was playing his part really well. “Come here, Cuz,” JJ said and motioned that Whitney should come with him.
Abby crossed to Kevin, who was looking a little peeved, not that he was going to try anything with the bigger boy. “Kevin,” she said softly. “Don’t hate Daddy and JJ. We’re not messing with you—well not much—we’re messing with Whitney because she never told us you two were going together.”
Kevin flexed his sore right hand. “Jeez, I’d hate to see what that cowboy is like when he IS messing with you.”
“We like you, Kevin. Well, I do. The others don’t know you yet, but they’ll like you just fine. Um… could you guys quit making out in the garage? I really don’t want Grandma to walk in on you.”
“Yeah, sure. That makes sense. She’s just so damned pretty.” Kevin sighed a little as he looked at Whitney.
“I know what you mean, Kev. And Kevin, we have a laundry room downstairs.” Kevin looked at her in confusion. “You may ask yourself why anyone would need to know that during a party. I mean, who would walk into a laundry room during a party?”
Kevin’s eyes lit up. “Thanks, Abz!” Kevin whisked Whitney away from JJ, and Abby didn’t see them for quite a while. Abby had actually been talking to JJ for over an hour before Whitney reappeared. She kissed Kevin goodbye as his mom’s car rolled up to take him away to a graduation dinner with his grandparents. Abby smiled when she saw Whitney’s happy face. Whitney spotted Abby and raced over to them. “Sorry, pardner,” Whitney said to JJ. “I gotta talk to this little lady.” Whitney yanked Abby up from her lawn chair and dragged her to her bedroom, practically running through the house. She closed the door and squealed.
“Whitney, what the hell?”
“Abby, I’m not jealous of you anymore, but I just have to say that I never thought I’d get my tits grabbed before you did!”
“Whitney! You let him grab your tits?”
“Well, I didn’t really let him. He just sort of slid his hands up there and did it. I made him stop, of course. Well, after a couple minutes, maybe five… or six.”
“You little ho! Under or over?”
“Over the dress, then over the bra, then under everything. Oh, God, Abz. I liked it. I really liked it!” Whitney fingered the “K” necklace she now wore. “I only stopped him because I wanted to start grabbing him back. Could you imagine if Daddy walked into the laundry room and found me with a handful of cock?”
“Or a mouthful.”
“NO! Well, not yet. Holy shit! Did you ever feel like that? Like you wanted to just fucking grab a boy’s cock?”
“When did you start talking like me?” Abby asked, dodging the question.
“Well, we’re sisters now. And I’ll take the dodge as a ‘yes.’ You didn’t do it, did you?”
“No… not with him… or anybody else… yet.”
“Abz, I have another question. It’s probably not one you want to hear, but I need to ask it. Is JJ your cousin, too?”
“No… no. I don’t think so. And we haven’t kissed or anything.”
“You were holding his hand when you came into the garage. He didn’t let go until he moved to hug me.” Whitney raised an eyebrow. “Sorry. I can tell you like him. You’d better talk to Dad before, well before it goes anywhere.”
“God, I’m getting schooled on morals by girl who wants to grab cocks,” Abby said with a teasing smile. Abby went back down to check on JJ before talking to her Daddy. She lost track of the rest of the world and talked to her cowboy for another two hours. When she looked around, most of the guests were gone. The talk was fun and wonderful, but she was distracted by the nagging feeling that she needed to talk to Ethan, probably pretty soon. Abby kind of felt that maybe JJ was wrestling with the same issue.
Abby excused herself, took a deep breath and crossed to where Ethan was talking to Uncle Jason. “Dad, can I talk to you for a minute?” Ethan crossed to her, moving out of earshot of his brother. “Daddy, please tell me that THAT boy is not my cousin,” she said and sighed as she looked across the yard to JJ. The boy seemed deep in thought. It made him look even sexier than he had before.
“H-m-m-m!” Ethan looked at his nephew and thought about it for a minute. “Jason, come here for a second!”
“Daddy, no!” It was too late. Uncle Jason, a handsome grown-up version of JJ, crossed over.
“Abby wants to know if JJ is her cousin.” How could he just blurt it out to Uncle Jason like that?
“Your daughter Abby is a wonderful girl. She can be JJ’s cousin if she wants.” Oh no! Uncle Jason didn’t get it all. Or maybe he did. “Do you WANT to be JJ’s cousin, Abigail?”
“Well….” Abby turned fifteen shades of red. “I guess I really don’t.”
“Oh, I see,” Uncle Jason said. “You don’t like him. Well, I understand. He’s kind of a homely kid. We used to have to tie a pork chop around his neck just to get the dog to play with him.” Uncle Jason grinned. He looked at JJ for a long moment. Abby could see that the boy looked a little sad and worried. “To be fair, Abby, I don’t think he wants to be your cousin either,” Uncle Jason laughed. “JJ! Get your skinny butt over here, right now, young man.”
JJ rose quickly and crossed to his father and uncle. He looked like he was headed to the woodshed. “Young man,” Ethan said, “your father and I have been watching you two all day. The way you look at my daughter is not the way a boy cousin should look at a girl cousin, understand?”
“Yessir, Uncle Ethan.” Poor JJ looked mortified.
“So, I guess she’s not your cousin then,” Ethan said.
JJ’s eyes flew open wide with surprise. He looked to his father. “She’s not your cousin, boy,” Jason said. “Not related to you at all.”
Abby grabbed JJ by the hand and began to lead him away from the chuckling brothers. She stopped for a moment. She turned back and approached Jason. “You’re a tease and a smart-ass,” she said, watching Jason’s grin disappear. “I would love it if you were still my uncle anyway.”
“Jesus, Abby,” Ethan said with a laugh. “You sure are a complicated child.”
“Little Miss Abigail, you are sharp-tongued and impertinent with your elders,” Jason said, looking as stern as he could manage. It didn’t scare Abby, though. She knew she had him hooked. “It would be an honor to be your uncle,” he said and kissed her on the top of the head. She hugged him. It felt exactly right.
“That boy of yours breaks my daughter’s heart and I’ll have to shoot him, Baby Bro.”
“Well, I got a gun in the trunk of the car if you need it.” Abby pushed Jason playfully away after that. She practically skipped over to JJ. They took hands and walked together. Where they would go, Abby had no idea. “Whitney’s still your cousin, boy! Don’t get ideas there!” Uncle Jason called after them.
Abby and JJ wandered the neighborhood hand-in-hand. Eventually realizing that the destination was not important, she decided to walk him to her old elementary school. The gate was locked, but they decided to go in anyway. JJ picked her up by the hips and hoisted her right over the fence. “He is really tall,” Abby thought as she twisted her upper body and took his forearms for balance. Everyone in Ethan’s family was long and lean. Abby was petite except for her bust. “Well, every family has a runt,” she decided.
They walked to the swings and sat down. JJ straddled the swing like it was a horse, and that let him turn to take her hand. Abby would have loved to face him, but she was wearing a sundress and didn’t want to accidentally flash him. She just swung over sideways and let him hold her in place by the hand for a while. They suddenly fell quiet. They had talked so much. She felt like she knew him better than the boys at school. In fact, JJ was so earnest that he had actually revealed more of his character to her than the boys she had known for years. Abby, as forthright and occasionally profane as her mother, felt that JJ had probably gained a pretty good insight as to her fiber as well.
Abby was afraid the moment might become too serious, and decided that playfulness was the best remedy. So she released his hand and settled into the swing. JJ leapt to his feet. He had a natural urge to help a lady, and he moved behind to push her. But then he froze. Abby realized why he was stuck, but wanted to see how he would handle it. He decided to reach above her and grab the chain of the swing and pull her to get her started. This worked once or twice, but even with his long arms, it soon became difficult. “Um, this is a bit of a predicament. It was less complicated when I pushed the gals in grade school,” he said at last.
Abby had already begun to laugh at his situation. “JJ, you may touch my hips in a gentlemanly fashion to push me on the swing, and if you accidentally touch my ass I won’t hold it against you.”
“You won’t hold your bottom against me?” He teased. “Or you won’t hold the accident against me?”
“”You can’t say ‘ass’ in front of me, can you?”
“I reckon not.”
“You are the strangest boy. You’ll tease me about holding my ass against you, but won’t say the word. Okay, Cowboy, if you accidentally touch my ‘bottom,’ I will not hold the transgression against you.”
“Alright, then, Miss Abigail. I’ll give you a push.” He pushed her gently, and then again. She rose high in the air, and the last few pushes found his hands against her bottom. She didn’t mind the touch, and loved the swinging. She squealed in delight and kicked her shoes off. “Abby, may I make an observation?” he said after a while.
“I kind of figured that’s what you were doing under there!” she said.
“I’m not. Well, I’m trying not to.” He sounded kind of serious.
“Catch me,” she said. He grabbed the chain with both hands and slowed her down. She leapt off, being careful to pin her dress down in front. She found her shoes and then turned to face him. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, JJ. I have a bit of a mouth.”
“That’s what I was going to observe about.”
Abby almost felt embarrassed, but resisted the urge. “I’m my Mama’s daughter,” she said. “I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Well, Abby, I kind of like it. The way you talk is very natural for you. It fits you right, but it confuses me a bit. I can cuss, but not around a lady and I really think of you as a lady. You’re sweet, gentle and pretty; and you’re girl all over, Miss Abigail.”
“So, you don’t know if you should talk like that in front of me, even though I talk like that in front of you. And by the way, I think you just made a comment about my body, but in one of the nicest ways a boy ever has.”
“I guess I did. I’ll try not to do that too much. I aim to be a gentleman. It’d be different if I was your fella.”
“You wouldn’t be a gentleman if you were my fella?” She had known what he meant, but she liked to see him blush. It sometimes annoyed her the way some boys blushed and stammered around her, but JJ only blushed a little and didn’t really get flustered. He was confident, but careful.
“No, ma’am,” he said. “I mean, yes ma’am. I would still be a gentleman if I was your fella. I just have a lot of opinions about you that I’d feel more comfortable expressing if I was your fella.”
“JJ, you are definitely the sweetest and the sharpest boy I have ever known.” Abby loved the way his mind worked. “You have thrown the ‘if I was your fella’ thing out three times without ever quite asking me if you were my fella. And you basically teased me with the notion that I’m not going to get to hear your opinions on me unless you are. I have to admit, I’m tempted to say I’m your girl just to get to hear them. And I think you’re smart enough to know exactly what the fuck you’re doing.”
“Maybe I am, Miss Abigail.”
“And that whole Miss Abigail thing is adorable, and you damned well know that too.”
“Well, shoot!” he said, and laughed a little. “Next thing you’ll do is accuse me of playing up the accent and the cowboy slang just to please you, Miss Abigail.”
“Well shoot!” she said, brushing her hair back over her ear. “I didn’t really catch you at that one. Thank you for ‘fessing up. And don’t stop. I still like it anyway.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled; there was a naughty side to his smile. Abby liked that.
“You are really quite a boy,” she said, not letting herself get close enough to do what she had an instinct to do. “And despite the fact that you really are a gentleman, you move fast.”
“You just met me, and you’re already hinting that we should be a couple.”
“Well, I guess after meeting you and talking to you for three hours or more, I can’t imagine myself with another girl.”
“That was a great fucking line!”
“It ain’t a line, Abby. I’m pretty taken with you.” Abby liked that way of saying it. She was pretty sure he knew it, too, because he got even more confident. “Let me put my cards on the table. Miss Abigail, I really want to be your fella.”
“You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
“Don’t reckon I’ll try that until I know that you’re my girl. I don’t think I’d really want to break the habit of kissing you once I started.”
That line might have been better than the other one. “I know you want an answer, JJ. And I’m not teasing you. This is just going really fast. I feel like it’s a little crazy to admit I’ve fallen so fast and so hard. I—“ She had meant to say more, but realized that she had just said everything she meant to say. “I have fallen so fast and so hard, JJ,” she repeated.
“I know the feeling,” he said and stepped toward her. He reached his long arm up and brushed her hair back behind her ear at the same time she reached up to do it. She pressed the hand to her cheek. Abby stood on her tiptoes. He came in close to her lips, but gave her the last few inches to make a choice. He did everything right. Abby closed the last little distance and met his lips. They were warm and gentle. Abby pushed firmly into the kiss, but did not open her mouth. It wasn’t that kind of a moment. This, she realized, was romance. She finally broke the kiss and rested her head against his chest as he put his arms around her.
“That was nice,” she said.
“I won’t forget how. We can do it again sometime.”
“I’d like that. I really would.” She pulled from his embrace and took his hand. “I’m your girl now, JJ. We got this far really fast,” she said. “But I’m going to need to go a little slower for the rest.”
“I didn’t stop being a gentleman just because I got to kiss the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Good lord, girl. Your body could raise the dead. I could stare at you all night.”
“That the kind of opinion you’re gonna give me now that you’re my fella?”
“Good. Real good. You’re a nice man, JJ.”
“Well, Cowboy, you’d better take me home before I do something foolish.” He offered his arm, and she took it, squeezing her other hand around his bicep and leaning her head against him.
The summer passed, and JJ never pressed his advantage. Abby would have done nearly anything he asked, and almost started “the big thing” herself a few times. She was smitten, and he was ridiculously handsome. But she had meant it when she said she needed to take it slowly, and he understood that. When school started, Abby had been kissed good and proper, and by someone who knew how, a thousand times. But she had never been touched anywhere inappropriate—except on her bottom when she got a push on the swing. The romance blossomed as the summer passed, and Abby looked forward to starting high school with a handsome fella at her side.
School did provide one challenge to her romance. They had much less time alone. JJ was on the football team. It turned out that very tall Texans who could run fast and had terrific hands were something of a commodity in the passing game. He played three games for the JV team, one game coming off the bench for the varsity, and then beat out a senior for the starting spot on varsity. He was a sophomore sensation. Abby had known that since the night of her middle school graduation party.
Other girls made plays for him, but they really didn’t try very hard. Even the sophomore girls hadn’t known him long enough to feel like he was supposed to be their property. Besides, one look at his girlfriend told them all they needed to know. JJ wasn’t going to walk away from a girl built like Abby. Whitney told Abby that. Abby thought about it for a moment. “You know what, Whit, you’re usually right, but you’re wrong this time. JJ would walk away from any girl that didn’t really love him. He’s too much of a romantic to settle for anything else.”
“LOVE?” her sister had replied. “You guys are using the L word?”
“Not quite. It’s all ‘I love your eyes,’ ‘I love your hands,’ ‘I love the way you talk.’ But pretty soon, well, pretty soon.”
“And then what?”
“I’ll be happy for you.” Whitney meant that, and Abby loved her for it. It had been a long time since she had seen Whit have to punch her leg.
JJ scored a touchdown in the Homecoming game, and did even better afterwards. He walked into the dance and Abby greeted him with a kiss. “Wow!” he said breathlessly. “That one was pretty hot, baby girl.”
“I love you, JJ,” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you so much I want to scream.”
“Always wondered what it would sound like to hear you scream,” he said. They had progressed to this type of naughty word play, and JJ teased her without ever using profane words, much to her delight. But he regretted this comment immediately. It was the wrong time. “Miss Abigail, I’m sorry. What I meant to say is that I have been head over heels in love with you for a very long time, and I only held off saying so because I didn’t want to pressure you.”
Abby smiled broadly and kissed him again. “You never pressure me,” she said. “But I’ve heard that pressure to certain places on her body will make a girl scream.” She rubbed her breasts back and forth against him slightly.
“Don’t tease me too much, girl. I’m wearing tan dress slacks, and things tend to show through.”
“I’m not teasing. JJ, my dad said that Uncle Jason was leaving after the game and would be gone out of town for the weekend.”
“I heard the same thing.”
“Take me back to your house and make love to me.”
JJ swept her up and carried her out of the dance. When they got to his house, he swept her up again and carried her to his bed. He laid her on the bed and then crawled on top of her. Abby loved the way his weight felt on top of her. “JJ,” she said, “you’re my first.”
“You’re mine, too, Abby. You know that.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it right before we made love.” She looked into his eyes. “I do have one surprise, though.”
“More than one, I hope.”
“I hope so, too, baby. But this one is kind of big for me. Daddy took me to the doctor. He said that he wanted me to go on the pill ‘just in case.’ I thought it was a good idea, considering how much in love I was with you. It’s always just been a matter of ‘when’ not ‘if.’ I’m ready, and now, there doesn’t have to be anything between us when we make love for the one and only very first time.”
“No pressure to perform there,” he said, acting terrified. She smiled and then kissed him passionately and touched his cheek when they pulled apart. “God, Abby, you’re so beautiful I almost want to cry.”
“I might cry, JJ. But only because I’m happy, okay?” JJ nodded and kissed her. Abby rolled over so that she was on top. She knelt over his legs and pulled her dress off over her head. She loved that JJ gasped when he saw her upper body clad in only a dark blue bra. “JJ, men have been staring at my big fucking tits since I was nine years old. You’re going to be the first one that has ever seen them.” She unfastened her bra and let her breasts tumble out. JJ looked at them, and words almost escaped his mouth, but he checked them. “Say it, baby. Just say it.”
“Those are the most gorgeous breasts on the planet, Abby.” It sounded no different to her than when he told her she was beautiful. Their first time wasn’t going to be naughty; it was going to be sweet and wonderful, no matter what they said or did. JJ sat up so quickly that it surprised Abby, but when he wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her breasts it was the most wonderful feeling she had ever known. He loved her as much as she loved him, and she knew it. He changed from kissing to sucking, and Abby purred with pleasure. She put one knee between his legs and rocked herself gently against his thigh and didn’t care that she was starting to get her panties, and probably his pant leg, damp. JJ licked her nipples with the flat of his tongue and then began to gently tweak them with his fingers. He brought a long hand up and groped one of them, his eyes wide in wonder. “Is this okay? I’m not doing it too hard, am I?”
She placed her hand over his and increased the pressure he was using. His fingers were so long that he got most of her tits inside his grip. She had squeezed them before, but her hand never felt like this against her. She pressed his hands harder, and he began to crush them against her. The hands were so big, and the pressure was spread out over so much area, that he could mash against her pretty hard and it just didn’t hurt. “You’re overdressed,” she said, and pulled back away from him in order to remove his slacks. There was a dark spot on the tan fabric of his thigh where she had pressed against him. She looked up at him with an apology in her eyes.
“Price of doing business, Miss Abigail,” he said with a smile.
“Get that shirt off, too, Cowboy,” she said. JJ sat up, undid a few buttons and then pulled his dress shirt and t-shirt off over his head.
Abby put her hands under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them slowly down his legs, keeping the sides even. She kept her focus on the boxers until they were off of his feet and on the floor. She took a deep breath and raised her eyes to look at his erection. She had known he was tall, and the fact that he had big long hands was not wasted on her. Still, she gasped as she examined the length of his penis. It was long and lean, just like the rest of him. She had never seen another boy’s cock to give her a basis of comparison, but she did know how little she was inside. She knew that her body would stretch to take it in, but she just wasn’t sure she could take something that long inside of her. She knew she wanted to try, but just not yet. She reached out and took him in her hand. She just held it for a moment as JJ shuddered. He began to move up and down. “Hold still, baby,” she said. “I can do that.”
She moved her hand lightly over the surface. “Harder,” he said in a strained voice. She gripped it firmly as she continued to move her hand up and down.
She moved in to study it closely. “One of the girls told me that her boyfriend’s cock was scary and ugly. I think this cock is beautiful. I will be happy to give my virginity up to this big, long cock.” She said it softly, and meant exactly what she said. It was an amazing and beautiful part of the boy she loved. She kissed it and licked it softly. She gently cradled his balls. She could see he was getting very worked up. “I’m going to stop doing that right now, JJ. I want you to cum inside me the first time. Is that okay?”
“I love you, Abby!” he whispered urgently. She took that as a yes.
“I’m a little scared. I’m going to start out on top. I want to try and take it inside me slow.” She stood up at the end of the bed and pushed her dark blue panties to the floor. “I want you to keep these. That’s not weird is it?” He just stared at her naked body in amazement. She tossed the panties onto his pillow. She reached down and touched her wet pussy, sliding a finger up the length of her labia and pulling them slightly apart. She eyed his erection. It was so pretty. “I can do this,” she said aloud. “He’s a nice man. He wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him right back.” It was weird, she knew, to talk this way. But she was scared, and it relaxed her.
Abby crawled back onto the bed and kissed JJ on the lips, letting his tongue roam around her mouth and his hands grab her ass. He brought a long finger to her pussy and dipped it inside. It felt tight inside her, but it felt good. She wanted to do it now, right now. She pushed him flat on his back and straddled him. She grabbed his beautiful cock and guided it to her opening. JJ, bless his heart, was trying his hardest to stay still for her. He put his trembling hands on her hips. Abby put the first inch of his cock inside her and wiggled a bit. That felt really good, and she could tell that she really was going to be able to stretch to take him in. She also realized that her pussy kind of gripped his cock. She lowered her weight a bit and took more of him in. She saw that he was straining to keep from thrusting. She decided to be brave for him and just let her weight down.
She felt his cock catch inside her, and it started to turn sideways a little, then, all at once, something gave way. She slid down a bit further. “OWIE!” she cried.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Did I hurtcha, Abby?”
She caught her breath. “No, baby. It’s okay.” It still hurt, but nowhere near as much as a few seconds ago. “We just popped my cherry. I told you I was a virgin.”
“I always believed you.” He took her hand and kissed her fingers. It was the right thing to do. She relaxed and slid deeply down over the top of him. “My Lord,” he said. “Holy Heaven, Abby, it’s so good.” She was starting to agree with him. “Can I push?”
“Yes, baby. Fuck me slow.” JJ squeezed her butt cheeks and thrust slowly into her. She felt their hips meet. He was really all the way in. The pain had almost completely subsided, but she still wasn’t ready for anything wild. “Fuck me slow, baby. In and out, slow.” JJ lowered his hips and brought them back up until their hips met again. “Wow! That feels good, JJ. You are so far inside me, but it all feels good now.” He kept moving in and out slowly. “Let me fuck you for a little bit,” she said. She began to raise herself slowly up and down on his long shaft. “I like this,” she said dreamily. “I love you, and I love to fuck your cock with my pussy. Can I keep talking like this?”
“Naughty words sound sweet when you say ‘em,” he managed to say.
“I love you. I love your cock. You’re my lover, now. I want you inside of my pussy. I love JJ. I love JJ. Abby loves JJ, and she loves to fuck him.” She wasn’t really conscious of her words, she just knew that she was speaking softly, and she was filled with love. She was beginning to feel something more than wonder, now. Her pleasure was so elevated that she was beginning to crave more than just slow movements. She started to bounce a little, and then she felt like she should change the angle. She took him deep and went side to side, and it was good. She changed to making a circular motion. That felt fantastic. “Is this grinding, JJ?”
“I have no idea darlin’, but, oh, it’s making me crazy. I want to go harder. Can I go harder, Abby? It won’t hurtcha, will it?”
“Fuck me harder, baby. I think I want that.” JJ grabbed her by the hips and slammed himself into her from beneath. He stopped to look up at her to see if it hurt her. “Do that again, JJ. Do it lots!” He began bucking into her rapidly. She was so wet and so excited that it didn’t hurt at all. She could feel her tight pussy grabbing his long cock, but she was so slick inside that it didn’t hurt when he pulled away. She felt like she could do this forever.
“I’m gonna go over, Abby. Sorry, I can’t do this anymore without letting it go.”
That sounded good to her, too. “Cum in me, JJ. I want you to.” He groaned and pounded himself against her even harder. Abby knew that she was always going to love the moments when he was about to release himself inside of her. She moaned softly, and it urged him on. She was so glad she was on the pill and could feel his nakedness and be able to let him cum right into her pussy. “Cum in me, baby.” She did have to ask twice, but not a third time. He groaned and pulled her hips tightly to his. Abby felt something warm and wonderful spread through her pussy. It was a soft sensation against his hardness. He pumped a few times and finished emptying himself. Then he pressed her hips tightly to him again. It was so right, so sweet. Someday, this boy was going to put a baby inside her, she thought. She slumped forward onto him and felt his torso rise and fall with heavy breaths beneath her bosom. “I can feel your heart pounding, JJ. All the way through my big tits, I can feel your heart on my ribs.”
“YOUR heart,” he gasped. “It belongs to you.”
“Oh, baby boy. Oh, my love.” She felt him slacken and slide out of her. She missed him. His fluids were running out of her, too. It was all so fleeting, but then she realized that it didn’t have to be. “If we rest, do you think you can do that again?”
“Not until I try and help you, Abby. You didn’t get yours yet. Shouldn’t I make you go over before I try again?”
“You have the best manners, Cowboy!” she said with a sweet laugh. “Let’s try to make me cum. I never did that with anyone else before.” She sat between his legs and scooted up until her back was on his chest when he sat up. She threw her legs over his and opened herself up. She took his long arm over her shoulder and brought his fingers to her clit. “Rub here,” she whispered. “Start soft and slow. I’ll tell you if you need to go harder or faster.” She shuddered in ecstasy the very first time he moved his fingers. This wasn’t going to take her long. “Right there! Right there, now a little harder.” She was going to tell him what to do next, but he suddenly took over.
He stuck two fingers inside of her, and started fucking her pretty firmly with them. He used his thumb to work her clit. He wiggled it fast as he fingered her inside. “Oh, Cowboy. If I had known your hands felt like this, I would have let you finger-fuck my pussy back in June!” It was the last coherent comment she managed for a while. She started to moan. She thought it was sort of loud, but she didn’t care, and it made him go even harder and start to squeeze her tits with the other hand. She lay back until their upper bodies were flat on the bed. He shifted his arm to go under hers and got a better angle. She thought maybe she got a little louder then, but she was sort of beyond really knowing what was happening. Then, she started to cum. It was like lightning inside her body, jolts charging from part to part until it was over and she relaxed on top of him. When he pulled his fingers away, a little puddle of warm juices ran down the inside of her legs.
“Lord, Miss Abigail, but you can scream,” he whispered in her ear.
“I did NOT scream!” she said. “Did I?” She felt him laugh beneath her. She didn’t need to see him to know he was impossibly pleased with himself. “So, I’m a screamer? I can live with that. Honest to God, JJ, I don’t remember.”
“Well,” he said, playing up his drawl. “I reckon I can get you to do it again sometime.” She elbowed him in the ribs.
“I reckon you can,” she admitted. “What the hell was that?”
“The internet can teach us many things,” he said.
“You know what? You’re right. Let me show you something I saw.” She rolled off him and knelt down beside the bed. “Sit here,” she said, determined to give him something extra special. He was already starting to get pretty hard again, but would need help before he was ready for this. She began to gently stroke his long cock again then she remembered to do it hard. “So far, it’s been sweet and tender, and filled with love. It’s going to be that every time, but I want it to be a little naughty this time, in the good way. Is that okay?”
“The way you’re touching me, baby, I’m going to agree with whatever you say.”
“Then tell me that you love me.”
“I love you with all my heart, Abby.”
“You can cuss when we’re being naughty. Someone very wise told me that she liked it when the man she loved talked naughty to her.”
“I don’t know if I really can, Abby. It sort of won’t come out. I kind of have to have control of that. Even when you tell me it’s okay, I’m still afraid I’ll hurt your feelings.”
“Well, I think I can get you over that. Say anything that pops into your head. You know I will.”
“Okay… I love your breasts. They drive me up the wall, baby. You have the most beautiful face in the world, but your breasts are ridiculous!” She bent down and kissed his cock. She began to suck it and lick it as she stroked him. “Whoa, God! Yes! Yes! Just like that, baby…. Just like that…. Oh, God, you’re making me crazy, you purdy little lovefuck!”
“That’s it, Cowboy. Now, let me show you what I learned on the internet.” Abby took her big tits in her little hands and squeezed them up. She spit in the cleavage. She looked up at JJ. He was breathing fast already. Abby bent her mouth over his long cock and then brought her tits up on each side of his cock. She began to move up and down with her whole upper body as she sucked him, and JJ slammed his back onto the bed. He had just been expecting a blowjob, but she had instead tapped into the fantasy that she knew many boys and men had had about her. JJ was a sweet boy, but come on! He had to have thought of this, too. Abby remembered the next step. She began to move each tit individually against the side of his cock. Left one up when the right one went down and vice-versa.
“Oh, you dirty, pretty angel. I’ve always wanted you to do that. I never would have asked. Oh, God, Abby, you sweet little whore! I mean I love you!”
“I know what you meant, Mr. ‘I Have to Keep Control.’”
“Abby, oh, sweet, sweet Abby.”
“You’d better fuck me now, baby. You’re getting too fired up for me to keep doing this. When we get better at this, I want you to cum on my tits, okay? It’ll be—“
JJ silently interrupted her as he took over. She realized that she had stirred deep secret longings he had kept pent up for months. He firmly pulled her up by the elbow and kissed her passionately. “I love you,” he said in a deep, strong voice. “Let me know if anything hurts.” He spun her and sat her on the edge of the bed. Abby wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen. She thought maybe she was supposed to scoot back and lay down. Before she could do that, JJ scooped his arms under her legs and lifted. Abby found herself with her knees by her ears. JJ entered her slick passage with a controlled stroke, but then began to fuck her hard and fast. She loved what he was doing, even though—maybe partly because—her big tits were now in her own face.
“Oh, hell yes, Cowboy. This is good! This is good!” She was amazed that the second time was even better than the first. She had found at the very end of the first time that she liked it when JJ fucked her harder. She had gotten very excited, but then it was over. Of course, he had more than made up for that with his hands. Now, he was going hard right away, and Abby knew that if he kept it up she was going to get even more excited than the first time. Maybe she was even going to be able to cum with him inside of her. JJ was very well-conditioned and almost merciless in his ability to keep thrusting. His long cock pounded into her little pussy until all her curly black hair was soaked with her juices, and those juices began to run down her body. “Oh fu-u-uck,” she moaned. “Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” She didn’t have the extreme orgasm she had the first time tonight. This one was centered on her pussy, and took the form of waves of mellow pleasure passing through her. “Oh, my love! Oh, my love!”
JJ lifted her legs and put them against him, no longer driving down into her, but straight across. “I love you!” he shouted. “I love you, Abby. I’m going to cum in your sweet magical box.” She felt him erupt into her again. He released her legs and grasped her ass to hold her tightly as he continued to cum inside of her. Finally spent, he pulled out of her. He dropped onto his back on the bed and brought her into a cuddle with him. He was still high on the adrenaline, but soon she could feel him relax as she climbed on top of him and kissed his chest over and over, until their hearts slowed. “So in love,” he moaned dreamily. “So very much in love.”
“Oh, Cowboy. Oh, sweet Cowboy.” Abby hoped that somewhere up in Heaven her mother knew that she had waited until she was ready, and that she had found the right nice man to fuck. It had been everything her Mama had promised it would be, but only because it was done at the right time and in the right way. They held each other silently for a long time, and Abby thought back over everything they had done and said. Eventually she began to giggle.
“What?” JJ asked softly.
“Sweet magical box?”
“I did NOT say that.”
“Yes you did. Don’t ever try to deny that. I loved it. You even cuss in a sweet way. Trust me, I’m your ‘purdy little lovefuck.’”
“Oh, Lord. Did I?”
“Probably not as loud as I was, baby boy. JJ, we might have to kind of watch that. We may not always have an empty house for the evening.”
“We’ll learn how to be quiet. Tonight, I think we just needed to declare to the world how in love we were.”
“Well, I think the world might have heard.”
“Abigail, I want to declare my love to you in another way.”
“I’m kind of getting a little sore down there, JJ. Lord, your cock is long, Cowboy.”
Abby didn’t begrudge him his proud smile. “You gave me a little something to remember this evening by,” he said, taking her wet panties and setting them on his dresser. He reached inside the top dresser drawer and pulled out a tiny box. He sat next to her on the bed. “Sophomores got their class rings yesterday,” he said, withdrawing a big silver ring from the box. “It would honor me greatly, if you were to wear mine, Miss Abigail.”
Abby threw her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. She kissed him on the neck several times and then passionately on the lips. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her tears of joy flowed freely. “Put it on your finger first,” she whispered. He seemed a little puzzled, but did as he was asked. “I wanted it to be the ring you wore first,” she explained. “Now, JJ, I would love to take it.” He slid the ring onto her left ring finger. It was hopelessly large. “I can wrap yarn around it,” she said.
“Darlin’ I thought about that too.” He pulled a long silver chain from the box and put it through the ring. Then he put it around her neck and sealed it with a kiss. Abby looked at the wonderful ring. She noticed that it hung just above her cleavage.
Abby looked up at him with a playful smile. “Cowboy, I double-dog, no, triple-dog dare you to tell me EXACTLY what you thought when you decided on the chain.”
JJ took a deep breath. “Triple-dog dare? Well, now my honor is at stake. EXACTLY what I thought?” he asked. When she nodded, he continued. “I wanted every boy who ever stared at your big fucking tits to see that ring and know that they were the property of the luckiest fucking son-of-a-bitch on the planet!”
“Good boy,” she said. She kissed him and lay back down beside his naked body. After they had spent another long period of time just kissing and caressing and lying in each other’s arms, Abby heard her phone begin to ring. It took her a while to find it. It was Ethan. He had showed up at the dance to pick her up as arranged.
“Daddy, can you pick me up at Uncle Jason’s?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Of course, little girl. I’ll be right over.” After that, there was a mad scramble to find her clothes and one long, slow kiss goodnight. She ran out to the Camaro and crawled in next to her daddy. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Have a good time, sweetheart?” he asked.
“The best,” she whispered. “Where’s Whitney?”
“Had to pick her up early. She and Kevin broke up again.”
“They’ll make up next week… unless Dezi Kramer is on the market.”
“Oh, he is, sweetie. He and Miss Rigby broke up six months ago.”
“Really? Wow.” Abby thought for a minute. “How did you know that? Whitney would have told me if she knew it.”
“Well, honey. You know how I’ve been going out with a lot of different girls lately, and never introduced them to you, because none of the relationships were really going anywhere?”
“I was lying my ass off about that, Abby. All those dates were with one girl, but we didn’t want to tell you girls until we were sure. I’ve been going out with Erin Rigby for the past three months. It’s pretty serious. Very serious.”
“Daddy, she’s wonderful, and she’s gorgeous!”
“Right on both counts, Abby.”
“Of course, the same could be said about you, Dad.”
“Thank you, Angel.”
“Does Whit know?”
“Not yet. I don’t know why, but I feel more comfortable talking about this with you than I do with Whitney. You and I have been through so much. I think our love lives are more intertwined than mine and Whit’s. Still I imagine Whitney will know all about it by morning. I guess you two will be up half the night talking. Lots of things for two sisters to discuss, I think.”
“Daddy, pull over. I don’t want you to get distracted in traffic.” Ethan pulled to the side of the street and put the Camaro in park. He looked to Abby, and drew in a deep breath. He was pretty sure what was coming, and Abby was relieved to see he wasn’t completely freaked out by it. “Daddy, you have been father and mother to me for five years, now. I want you to be the first to know something important, too. Your little girl lost her virginity tonight. This one; not the blonde. She still hasn’t.” Abby saw that Ethan was thinking deeply, but he didn’t speak. His face didn’t seem angry, so she continued. “I really love JJ, and he loves me, too.”
“I know, Abby. He’s a good boy. I’m not angry with you or with him. It’s just a little hard to see you grow up. I cherish who you are so much that I kind of hate to see even the normal changes life brings. Just promise that part of you will stay my little girl forever, okay?” Ethan shed a single tear, but Abby didn’t think it made him look anything but strong.
Abby hugged him. “I promise to always be your little girl. Thanks for being so cool, Daddy.”
“I was cool?”
“Very.” She kissed him on the cheek. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, little girl,” he replied. “So fucking much.”
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