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First and Last

The last Friday of the last summer break of my undergraduate degree and where was I? Backpacking through Europe? Hanging out with friends? Earning a little extra cash? No. I was running wind sprints in an almost empty recreation center. And why? Because my dad is an asshole, and I'm an idiot.

"Gabe! You should come visit this summer! We'll finally get to spend some time together." I should have known better. From the day he bailed on Mom when I was twelve, it's always been 'next summer,' and 'when things slow down at work,' and 'sorry, champ, I'll make it next time.' I thought that maybe, finally, now that the shine had worn off his new trophy wife and his second family, maybe he could actually make some time for me. That maybe, maybe, he really did want to make up for lost time.

Nope!

We wasted the first couple of weeks "catching up." This meant him awkwardly guessing which milestones I'd hit in my life and which I hadn't, then trying to give me "manly" advice. This from a "man" that had abandoned his wife and two kids and tried to screw us out of child support and alimony after Mom caught him fucking his secretary.

After our perfunctory "bonding" sessions, he tried to pawn me off on his vapid new wife and their spoiled kids while avoiding all of us at work; some things never change, I guess. But then came the indignity that finally drove me to tell him to go fuck himself and never call me again: the entire visit had been a pretense. He and Barbie were taking off to Europe for a month, and they wanted me to babysit my half-siblings. Not in Europe, which might have been acceptable. At their home, in a town I'd never visited, for no pay other than room and board. Mind you, I had spent all of maybe six hours around these kids before that summer. Yeah, no.

Hence my current situation: spending the summer at my mom's house, by myself. Mom and sis were off scoping out colleges for the following year. My high school friends all had their own things going on. My college friends had meticulously planned out their summers and were having all sorts of exciting adventures far, far away.

And me? I was trying to burn off anger at my useless sperm donor and at my own native optimism through energetic cardio. Hoo-fucking-ray.

But sometimes things have a way of working themselves out.

My water bottle needed a refill, so I headed to the hall and the water fountain. Drenched with sweat, panting, and muttering to myself, I almost knocked down a young woman coming into the empty basketball court. Even in my pissed off state, I still managed to mutter, "Sorry."

"Just watch--" She peered at me, blonde ponytail bobbing behind as she did a double take. "Gabe?"

The girl was pretty, that was for sure. Deep brown eyes, button nose, and a girl next door face that looked so oddly familiar that I was sure I knew her. Then it hit me. "Jessica?" She nodded happily. "Jess!" I swept her up in my arms for a big hug without thinking, then stepped back and apologized. "God, I'm sorry. I'm so sweaty and--" She threw herself at me, enthusiastically returning the hug.

The last time I'd seen her, she'd been a scrawny, gawky fifteen year old with braces and a manner that had only started to turn away from the morose. I felt suddenly uncomfortable at the soft flesh pressing against me, making my own flesh not nearly as soft. Pulling away once more, I got a clear look at her for the first time, and while I might not have liked the way my little head reacted, I couldn't fault its logic.

Jessica's gawkiness had turned into athleticism. Her body had become lean and toned, muscular and soft in exactly the right measure. Hips, ass, and tits had grown to the perfect proportions. Jess's transformation since I'd trained her while a student coach three years previous had made her into the very definition of youthful femininity. I still saw the echo of the Jess I'd known when I was a senior leaving for college, though. The broad grin on her face was one I hadn't seen often back then.

"My god, Jess! It's been, what, three years?"

She nodded happily. "Yeah! Man, you're looking great! Still playing?"

I shook my head. "Not really. Been focusing on pre-med; not nearly enough time for anything more than a pickup game now and then. You?"

"Yeah! Got a scholarship to State!"

"That's great! I guess I'll be seeing you around campus."

Another nod, then sudden puzzlement. "Wait, I thought you were going to your dad's house this summer. I, uh, I mean, your sister told me you were- I wasn't..."

There was the Jess I remembered, the sweet, easily flustered girl with the crush. "I was. It..." I sighed and shook my head, an exasperated expression on my face. "It was a shitshow. So I'm spending the last few weeks here. Last weekend, now, I guess."

Jessica touched my shoulder and looked up into my eyes. She didn't need to look up nearly as much as she did before; she'd gotten tall, almost as tall as me. "I'm sorry. I had hoped maybe he'd changed."

"How about... did you ever hear from your dad?"

The look on her face told me everything, including the fact that I probably shouldn't have asked. "Nah. Trey is, was, and continues to be a deadbeat douche."

Jess and I had bonded over her father's abandonment of her family. Basketball drew us into each other's orbits, but my experience helped me help her through one of the most difficult experiences a kid can go through: finding out that Dad never loved you as much as he said. I spent a sizable chunk of my senior year over at her house. I worked with her mom, Sara, to get Jess through that trauma, both by sharing my experience and trying to present a model of a good man to her, albeit one scarcely older.

I chucked her chin, a gesture I'd often made back then, and she giggled, then turned a touch melancholy. "Thanks, Gabe. I never really got to... I know I was kind of a brat at the end there. I'm sorry."

"You were going through a lot. It's okay."

"It's not." Another beaming smile. "But of course you'd say that. That's who you are."

An uncomfortable silence fell over us for a moment, then she rallied. "So, it's been three years. Bet I can kick your ass now."

"I bet you can, too, Ms. College Athlete! You're not gonna snooker me."

"Come on! One friendly game. I'll bet you an ice cream."

It had been our standard wager back in the day. "Okay, okay. I give. But you better be ready to buy."

Jessica fucking smoked me. Wasn't even close. I'd kept myself in good shape, but she'd focused on conditioning even when she was fifteen; now, she had incredible stamina. I had a height and reach advantage, but not nearly the one I had before, and her skills, physical strength, and agility had all blossomed. I gave it my best, but we were 9-4 within a few minutes. Jess looked back at me as she went up for the final shot, laughing as she did so; that's when things went wrong.

She landed badly, her right ankle rolling as she yelped with pain. I rushed to her side and knelt down. At a glance, it didn't look like she'd broken, but she was hissing a string of expletives through her teeth with tears in her eyes. "Let me see." She nodded once, then moved her hand away from the injury.

"It doesn't look terrible." I gently manipulated her foot, looking for signs of various injuries. She winced and whimpered occasionally, but that was all. "I think it's just a sprain. Can you try to put some weight on it?"

"Yeah- ngh! Okay." I stood and took her hand, pulling her to one foot and letting her brace herself against me. Jess daintily put her foot down, then put it flat; that amount of mobility was a promising sign. But when she tried to put weight on it, she cried out. I grabbed her, but she stabilized quickly and pushed against my arm, signaling me to let her try again. Tentatively, she stood on her own two feet, but not for long. After a few seconds, she clung to me once more, and I to her; she didn't stop me this time. "Fuck!"

"Hey, it's going to be okay. It's not broken, I don't think there's any ligament or tendon damage and--"

"Yeah, but it was so stupid! I shouldn't have--" She shook her head. "And I can't drive like this. I'm not going to be able to work the pedals. Mom's out of town, so I'm going to have to Uber it and--"

"I'll drive you."

Jess gave me a pained smile. "I don't want to ask you to do that. I'm sure you have plenty to do."

"You didn't ask, I offered. And I don't, actually; I don't have anything to do at all." I chuckled. "Plus, I owe you an ice cream. You made the shot."

She laughed, seeming to forget the pain for a moment. "Okay. Help me gimp my way over to my car and grab my stuff?"

Once we had everything she needed, I got her settled in the passenger seat of my car. In the small first aid kit I kept in my trunk, I found everything I'd need to treat a sprain, at least temporarily: an ace bandage, ibuprofen, and a disposable ice pack. Thus fortified, we went in search of the promised ice cream cones; chocolate mint for her, rocky road for me. We sat in the car and talked for a few minutes as we ate.

"How's college life?"

"Overall? Pretty good. Less partying than I expected. Pre-med's rough, but my grades are decent."

Jessica nodded. "I heard that you, ah, were seeing someone. Your sister said she broke up with you after Christmas?"

"Yeah. Wish I'd been more surprised, but I wasn't. She didn't even call me while we were apart; got together with her ex back home." I shrugged. "Shit happens."

"Bitch." I snorted, but she said, "No, I'm serious! What kind of an idiot..." Jess shook her head. "I'm sorry that happened."

"Thanks." I took another lick. "How about you? School going good?"

"Yeah! 3.8 GPA!"

"Fantastic! I'm proud of you." Jess beamed at that. "What about, uh, guys? I'm sure you get hit on all the time."

The beaming collapsed into blushed stammering. "Oh, uh, no. I mean, sometimes? But no. Studies. Basketball." She looked away. "Not really any time for dating."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You didn't." A chuckle. "Well, a little. But not much. It's cool." She sighed and turned back to face me. "I just... I'm really sorry about how I acted the last time I saw you."

"Don't--"

"Please. You were so good to me. Just, like, way above and beyond what anyone would have expected, and I... I had a crush on you. Which, of course, you knew. You weren't blind." She smiled sympathetically; maybe that sympathy was for me, or maybe it was for the fifteen-year-old girl who'd had her world upended. Maybe both. "And it wasn't reciprocated, because--" Jess laughed. "Well, because that would be pretty illegal, for one thing. But I didn't deal well with it, and... I'm just... I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

I patted her hand. "There's nothing to forgive, Jess. It was..." A little chuckle. "It was flattering. Really. But you're right, there's no way it would have worked out, and..." I let the 'and' hang there. I had meant 'and you were still a kid.' But that's not what she heard.

Jess chuckled ruefully. "And you were with my mom."

The hacking and coughing as I choked on my own spit bought me time, at least. Jess watched me, waiting for a response; when none was forthcoming, she said, "She didn't tell me. I figured it out. That's why I was so mad. It wasn't... If it had only been that you weren't interested in me, I would still have been disappointed. But it felt like..."

She looked out the windshield, studiously away from me. "I had lost my dad to another woman when he ran off with that slut. I know that's not- it's not exactly what happened, but it's what it felt like. Then I had this guy that I really liked, and he cared for me and watched out for me and connected with me, and-- and suddenly he started coming around when I wasn't home. And Mom was happier. And... Well, it didn't take a genius to put it together."

I rasped out, "Shit," then cleared my throat and repeated, "Shit. I'm sorry, Jess. I thought we were being discreet."

Jessica laughed, her glance drifting back towards me. "At first, maybe. Mom... I confronted her about it later. I guess it went on for a few months?" I nodded. "I didn't figure it out until near the end."

"Is... ah... Is that why...?"

"She didn't want a repeat when you came home that next summer?" She shrugged. "Partially. But I think she'd also..." She turned towards me and smiled. "You gave her what she needed after Dad left. It was so hard for her to... She thought their marriage was rock solid, and then he just up and leaves her for this bimbo with tits out to here, and it really crushed her. Not that Mom's a narcissist, but she's always been pretty." Jess was not wrong; Sara was like a MILF version of Jess, and that was quite a sight to behold.

"So this handsome young man comes around, starts taking care of her daughter, fixes stuff around the house, and just generally fills in the gaps that her husband has left and..." She blushed quite fetchingly. "And, um, then she decides she wants him to... to..." Jess snickered, then guffawed. "Fill another gap?"

I joined her in a good, long laugh before she continued. "She needed that. To feel appreciated. Sexy, I guess. That's why I was able to get over... you know. All of the feelings I had about it. I had a crush on you, but I love my mom, and she didn't do it to hurt me. But when she realized she had done just that, and once she got some distance..."

I nodded. "I get it. I mean, I thought it was just that she was done with me. Bored with me, even."

"No, not bored, I don't think. But she wanted to take care of me, and she didn't want you fixating on her and... and I guess she was just being the responsible adult in the room. Eventually, anyways."

We sat there for a while, each using our melting ice cream as a reason to not talk. There had been a weird tension before that was suddenly lifted. A new weird tension had replaced it, admittedly, but that new one felt less oppressive. I had a ton of questions I couldn't imagine asking her, and I'm sure she had the same. But, finally, we ran out of ice cream, and it was time to head out.

Unsurprisingly, the conversation on the way to her house felt stilted. When we got there, I focused on what needed to be done, rather than on the herd of elephants in the room. I assessed her foot again and became certain she just had a fairly mild sprain. We agreed that if it hurt more in the morning, I would take her to the hospital.

But that led to another big question: what to do that night? It had been three years since I'd been in their house, but I remembered--quite fondly--that Sara's room was on the ground floor, while Jess's room was upstairs. She could limp up and down it, but it wouldn't be any fun, and a bad step could cause a tumble. More importantly, she needed to stay off of her ankle and keep it elevated. I finally bit the bullet.

"Do you have anyone that can stay with you tonight?"

"No." She looked off to one side for a moment. "Look, I shouldn't ask, but can you? I wouldn't ask, but... I dunno. I just don't want to be here alone, especially without a car."

"I, uh." I smiled at her. "Yeah. I can do that. No one's expecting me back at home. How about I go grab a change of clothes and some dinner for us? I can be back in like thirty minutes. Sound good?"

That winning smile came out again. "Thank you so much."

"You kick back on the couch and keep your leg elevated. I'll be back as soon as I can." A big hug from her caused me to stir once more, so I extricated myself as quickly as I could.

I would have been fine without the change of clothes; I had some spare clothes in my duffel. I could have ordered dinner in, too. The car trip was purely a ruse; I don't know if she knew, but she's a smart girl. She probably suspected. As I drove, I mused over everything I'd learned that day and tried to come to some conclusions.

First, Jess was fucking hot now. Look, I was a twenty-one year old guy. Of course that was my first takeaway. As importantly, though, she kept referring to her crush as being in the past, but she kept acting like it was still ongoing. But was that just a crush, or did she want something more? And if she did, did I?

Yes. Yes, absolutely. One hundred fucking percent. I had lost my virginity to her mom, and it was fantastic. Who could blame me for wanting to get with Jess, too? It wasn't about banging both daughter and mother--well, not mostly, anyways--but because they were both incredibly sexy, gorgeous women, just in different ways. I really did care about both of them, though, and I didn't want to cause any strife. Sara had been the responsible adult before. Did I need to be now?

And there was also the question of whether it was a smart idea even ignoring the mom/daughter issue. I'd almost certainly see Jess around campus, and while I liked her and cared about her, I didn't know if it was going to be any more than that. Plus, my mom still lived around town, Jessica and I had a bunch of shared friends... A whole host of reasons that gave me pause.

By the time I got back to her house, I resolved myself: I was going to be a good guy. She'd be coming to State soon, and if she wanted to do something, we could explore it then. I felt good. Smart. Mature.

That resolution lasted about ten seconds after I opened the door. Jess sat on the couch, hair loose and wet from a shower. She wore a nearly see-through white t-shirt with no bra and plain, tight cotton panties. She looked simultaneously like the most virginal, innocent thing I'd ever seen and a monument to raw female sexuality. Her bright, flirtatious smile completed the effect, collapsing that particular waveform and leaving me with a boner that could have cut glass. "Hey, Gabe. Got something for me to eat?" Fuuuuuck.

I managed to get out, "Uh. Ah. Um, Chinese food."

"Fantastic! Put it on the table and grab some plates; I'll get us set up."

She hummed as she got the food out of the bag, one knee up on a chair to keep her balance and take the weight off her bad ankle. When she leaned over the table, I could see her pussy outlined by the tight fabric. Jess caught me staring, and I jolted, faced front, and started really, really looking for the plates.

Jess's voice sounded apologetic, not angry. "Gabe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put on a show. Really. I wanted to shower the sweat off, but I didn't think to look for clothes before I got in. All I could find were a few things that had gotten left in the dryer."

"It's, ah, it's okay." I turned around with a big smile, hoping she didn't notice the enormous erection her display had inspired. "Here you go, plates and forks."

She noticed. Her eyes went wide, her face turned red, and with a frozen, slightly dreamy smile, she murmured, "Go ahead and sit down, and I'll serve."

I have never been more glad to put my ass in a chair. Of course, this created a new problem: her pebble-hard nipples stared me straight in the face as she bent over the table.. Now both of us were trying very hard and very unsuccessfully to not notice each other's arousal.

We ate in an embarrassed silence. No more than a dozen words passed between us the entire time. That silence didn't help matters at all; instead, it acted as a sort of feedback loop. We both tried to ignore our attraction, which made us focus on our attraction, which made us more aroused, which led us back to trying to ignore our attraction.

By the end of the meal, I had managed to get myself under control enough to clear the table without poking her eye out, but that was a temporary measure. By the look on her face, we were going to have to clear the air.

I waited until we sat on the couch, near but not touching each other. "Jess..."

She looked over at me and licked her lips. Fuckfuckfuck. "Jess, I just... Look, I know this is a little weird. I hadn't expected to run into you at the rec center, and..." I laughed and shook my head. "I hadn't expected you to be so... well, so beautiful." She opened her mouth to speak, but I continued. "And, well, I'm a guy. I'm going to respond, whether I choose to or not. I don't mean to embarrass you or--"

"I'm not embarrassed."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know. I--"

"Gabe, do you care about me?"

"Yes! Yes, I do, but that's not--"

Jess bit her lip for a second, then nodded to herself. "If you hadn't gotten together with my mom, would you have still kept coming over to see me?" She held up her hand. "I don't mean, like, to 'see' me. Not in a romantic way; I know that wouldn't have happened. But checking up on me, making sure I was okay, all of the stuff you did before you and her... before there was a 'you and her?'"

"Absolutely. I know how awful it feels to be abandoned, and I was worried about you. After you told me to get lost, I still asked after you through my sister; it seemed like you were better by the time I got back from school the first summer break, so I didn't want to... I guess to remind you of bad times. And since your mom made it clear that she and I were done when I left for college..." I shrugged. "You were fine. She and I were done. So, I thought I should just gracefully bow out."

She mulled that over for quite some time. I was about to speak when Jessica quietly asked, "Was Mom your first?"

"W- Why?"

"Please? I just... please. I want to know." Her lips pressed into a thin, tight smile, anxious but not angry.

"... Yes. Yes, she was."

Another quick nod to herself. "I need to confess something to you." Jess closed her eyes. "I didn't show up at the rec center by accident today. I saw you there earlier this week, and I..." She swallowed, opened her eyes, and looked straight at me. "I'd always planned--hoped at least--that you'd end up here tonight."

"What?"

"I hadn't planned on my ankle--" Jessica chuckled ruefully. "--but I wanted to see you again. To apologize and... and maybe more." I almost thought she'd lost her nerve, but then she reached out and touched my hand. "Come closer? Please?" I did as she asked; the faint scent of her strawberry body wash strangely seemed almost as arousing as her scant attire.

"I have a crush on you. You know that; I can't hide it. And, if anything, it's grown since you left. It's grown even more since you got back. The crush... it wasn't me moping after some idea of you, but hearing from your sister and seeing you on the court and sitting to talk with you and..." She shook her head. "I'm babbling. I'm sorry, I'm nervous."

"It's okay, Jess. Just say what you want to say." I squeezed her hand, and she smiled gratefully.

"What I told you before about not dating, it's true. I didn't even go to prom. It wasn't because of my crush--not exactly--but because all the boys were... they were just that: boys. They were boring and self-centered and clumsy. And then, when some of my friends had their first times... It sounded miserable. Their boyfriends wanted to try all this stuff from porn, or they finished too soon, or..."

Her voice faded away for a moment. When it returned, it was filled with resolve. She watched my face closely as she spoke. "This week, I'm going to college. I've never been with a man. Barely kissed one. I want to know what it's like, and I want it to be with someone I love."

I tried to interrupt, but she pushed through. "I'm not saying I'm in love with you, but I do love you. And it's not puppy dog love, or a misplaced big brother thing, or some kind of weird daddy issues, or anything else. You were there for me when no one else besides Mom was, and you cared for me when you could have spent your time doing just about anything else.

"And then... and then Mom." She chuckled. "I doubt she would have kept you around if you were a dud. You've only gotten better since then, I'm sure. So what I had planned to do was this: meet you at the rec center, figure out a way to get you home, and seduce you. I want my first time to be with you, because I know you'll do everything you can to make it great for me. It's just who you are."

"Jess--"

"Don't make me beg, Gabe. Please." She stroked my cheek. "Please. I've thought about this. A lot. It doesn't have to be anything more than this if you don't want it to. I won't hold that against you, I promise. If it's tonight and never again, as long as we at least stay friends, I can live with that. But please. Make love to me. I want you to be my first, because that's about the closest thing to perfect I can imagine."

I looked into her eyes, so filled with fear and love and lust and hope. I might have been able to deny myself, to deny the attraction I felt for the little girl all grown up that sat beside me, for her beautiful body and sweet nature. But I couldn't deny her. Her breath caught as I leaned in.

Our first kiss went as first kisses should go: a hesitant dance of excitement and apprehension as my lips approached hers. A gentle brushing together, and a response in kind. A brief drawing apart, checking on each other, gauging intention and comfort. Shy, eager smiles. Then a full commitment to the moment, to what felt right between two people that deeply cared for each other.

She initiated the second kiss, the one that took us from friends exploring our feelings to lovers, at least in spirit. It was fumbling and sweet and eager, at least at first. But as the kiss deepened, as she moaned into my mouth and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue between her lips, as she responded in kind, we shed each of those adjectives. Fumbling became assertive. Sweet became hot. Eager shot straight past enthusiastic and into ardent.

I wanted to make this as good for her as I could, to be patient and gentle as I explored her body. She apparently didn't get the memo. Before I knew it, she pressed hard up against me, and her hand traced the outline of my stiff cock through my shorts. Her lips fell away from mine, and she gasped, "Oh, Jesus, Gabe. Oh, oh Jesus, I want--"

Another loud gasp as my hands did some exploring of their own, cupping her firm tits and squeezing. "Patient" wasn't going to happen. "Gentle" would be relative. She pulled away from me again, eyes locked on mine as she tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head to release the most perfect breasts I'd ever seen from their confinement.

"Fuck!" A single, breathless word escaped my lips, woefully inadequate to express the beauty I beheld. I wasted no time with further pointless speech; my lips were required elsewhere. Jess moaned and whimpered when they latched onto one of her nipples, while one hand continued to squeeze and grope and gently pinch her other breast.

She held my head to her breast like a suckling child, but her other hand desperately reached for what she'd sought earlier. I shifted a bit, and we both got what we wanted: her fingers reaching inside the waistband of my shorts to wrap around my throbbing dick. "Oh Gabe, oh God. Please, Gabe-- oh!" She bit back the next word as I nipped at the hard pink pebble in my mouth, lost the syllables she meant to say in sensation. "P- Please! I w- want to see it!"

I let her nipple slip free from my lips and chuckled, "Soon," before redoubling my efforts. I had a hand free, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. The fingertips trailed down her taut stomach, to the top of her too-tight panties. Jess gave another loud moan as she realized what was next, and her legs spread open to give me access.

My lips came loose once more as I raised my head to watch her. This was it; everything else had been two kids making out on the couch, maybe going just a bit beyond where they should have. But this... this was a man touching her in her most intimate place for the first time. She gave an almost imperceptible nod, and my fingers slid inside her panties.

I found smooth skin there. Shaved; recently, it felt like. "For me?"

Jessica nodded shyly. "I- I thought you might like it."

I kissed her sweet, plump lips. "I love it." Her happy smile froze into one of shock as my fingers slid lower and into the cleft between her legs, seeking out her clit. "Let me show you how much."

Jess shivered with delight. Her sweet, virgin pussy was wet. Not damp. Not moist. Dripping wet. I probed between her lips with one finger; she broke eye contact with me as her head rolled back, groaning with a previously unknown need. God, she was gorgeous. I decided then that I would spend every second of this weekend worshiping her body if she'd let me.

To that end, I knelt on the floor in front of her. She looked down, confused, a complaint on her lips as I stopped touching her. But then she saw where my hands had moved to, felt how they tugged at the waistband of her shorts. She had flushed from excitement, but now she positively blushed with embarrassment. "Gabe, are you sure? I--"

"Lift your hips." That was the only encouragement she required. And when the flimsy cotton fabric lay discarded on the floor, I saw between those strong, athletic thighs all the encouragement I required: the most beautiful, delicate pussy I'd ever seen, slick with my lover's juices and waiting for my tongue. It would not wait long.

My veneration began with slow, long licks along the sopping slit, gathering up all the nectar I could. I felt her fingers tangle in my hair and heard a softly sighed, "Oh, Gabe!" Before long, I needed more, needed to drink deeply of her. My stubble must have rubbed roughly on her thighs and labia, but if it bothered her, she didn't complain. Instead, soft sighs became loud exhortations as my tongue lashed at her lips, gluttonously feasting on her core.

And when I found the pearl nestled at the apex of her slit and took it into my mouth, licking and sucking it? My worship became our worship; she raised her voice further still, this time in praise, loudly calling "Gabe! Oh, god, Gabe! Feels- please- feels so- oh god!" She quaked and quivered. The fingers that had tangled in my hair yanked, trying to bring my mouth closer to her, trying to get more, more, more, as she cried out for release. "Gabe! Gabe! I- I- I- AhhhHHH!" She shook violently, losing her speech for just a moment, then finding it again with enough volume to almost rattle the windows.

Jessica's hands went slack on my head as she panted, "Wait- wait- please." I raised my head from between those strong thighs, looking up to see a beautiful mess of a woman: disheveled hair, breathless, and glassy-eyed. "So--" She shuddered with an aftershock. "So good, Gabe. It felt so good." Her left hand caressed my cheek, then rubbed at it, and she chuckled. "Need to get you a razor this weekend, though."

I kissed her thigh; Jess jumped and laughed. When my face came away from her legs, she cupped it with both hands, pulling me up for a deep, long kiss. She was unafraid of my taste on her lips; no, beyond that, she was hungry. Hungry for me? For her own juices? For what would come next? I didn't know. I don't know if she did. But we'd find out soon, together.

While our lips were otherwise engaged, Jess's fingers had begun to tug at my clothes. I awkwardly stood, still locked at the lips, and helped her hands along. As my shorts and underwear slid down, she finally broke away with a gasp, then a giggle; not exactly the reaction a guy is hoping for. I gave her a look, but she wasn't paying attention to my face anymore.

Another little giggle slipped from her lips; she finally realized how inappropriate that might seem and briefly glanced upward with an abashed expression. "Sorry. It's..." Her eyes fixed on the long, thick shaft only inches from her face. "I- I've never seen one before. In person. It's so different from what I expected." One hesitant finger reached out to touch it; I flexed just as she made contact, and she jumped back, laughing. "Asshole!"

I cupped her cheek and Jessica looked up at me once more, a happy grin on her face. "Forgive me?" She nodded and reached out again, touching the tip. Her fingers swirled over the precum that leaked from my slit, and I let out a short breath. She glanced up, concerned, but my smile told her everything was just fine.

Something new lay behind her eyes then, an understanding that almost all women eventually gain: the power that a woman has over a man that desires her. She'd had a taste of this, I'm sure; a girl as lovely as her had to know what it was like to have boys and men alike unable to keep their eyes off of her, that uncomfortable but enticing soft power. This was different, though. A man she loved stood before her, hard and waiting. She could turn me down, of course. She could let me do what I wished with her, too, abdicating that power. She did neither.

Instead, her new, wiser eyes fixed on mine as dexterous fingers slid to the base and encircled the shaft. She moved them up and down, stroking with almost painful slowness, watching my expression. Another hand joined the first, alternating between stroking and teasing the glans. "Does it feel good?" She knew it did. It wasn't really a question. It was an affirmation of her new, growing power.

"Yes- ah, Jesus, Jess. It feels great."

With a little chuckle, she said, "Then I hope this feels amazing." Jessica leaned forward, tongue flicking out at the slit, tasting me for the first time as I'd tasted her only minutes before. And, like my first taste of her, she found it was nowhere near enough. Her lips locked around my glans, sucking as I moaned her name; another chuckle at my reaction drew more moans.

She took as much as she could in; that wasn't very much, if I'm honest. I wouldn't have expected it, but then I hadn't expected any of this when I drove to the rec center that morning. When I placed a hand on her head, she paused for a moment, but then continued purring as I directed her with both gentle pressure and the escalating pleasure in my voice. "Oh, fuck, Jess. Oh fuck, right there. So- ah! God, baby, it's so good."

It had been a while since I'd been with anyone, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I wanted to; God, the way she looked up at me every so often as she sucked and licked and stroked felt like heaven. But my orgasm approached quickly, and I needed to warn her. "Jess, I'm gonna- fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum, you need to--!"

She didn't hesitate. Her hands sped up, the suction became more intense, and her head bobbed up and down along the shaft, working to take me a little deeper in each time. Jessica;s lack of experience was more than made up for by a wish to please and a willingness to learn. I rewarded that eagerness with a long, loud groan and pulse after pulse of cum in her mouth.

Jessica coughed and choked; enthusiasm was one thing, but experience is another. She looked up at me, saliva and spend dribbling from her lips and eyes tearing up. "I- *cough* Jesus, Gabe!" Another cough, then a laugh. "Trying to drown me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't--"

She kissed the tip of my dick once more. "Don't. I'm a big girl. I wanted to know." Jess licked her lips experimentally. "I'm not sure what Gina was complaining about. The taste isn't bad, just different." She made a strange face and laughed. "Texture's weird, though."

I realized I was the only one of us still wearing any clothes. As she cleaned her face with her discarded shirt, mine came off over my head. She ran her hands over my six pack, humming approvingly. "God, Gabe. I feel like I'm dreaming. I can't believe you're here with me."

"Should I pinch you?"

She laughed again, that sweet, silvery sound I was growing to love more and more. "No. If it's a dream, I don't want to wake up."

I knelt down and scooped her up into my arms, like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. Her arms wrapped around my neck. I said, "Well, just in case you are dreaming, I should probably take you to bed."

Her head nestled against my shoulder, and I felt a small nod, along with a tiny, "Yes. Please. I need you." Fuck, is there anything sexier a girl can say to a guy?

I carried her up the stairs and to her room. There had been so many changes since the last time I'd been inside it. Only a few traces of the girl I'd helped through her pain remained inside: Mr. Snuffles, her stuffed elephant; a poster of a boy band that was still borderline-acceptable at her age; and a small souvenir I'd brought her from my trip to New York. That felt somehow as important as her request; no matter how angry she'd been at our last parting, a gift from me still retained a place of prominence in her life.

Jessica saw where my gaze had rested and looked up at me. "I love you, Gabe. That didn't change just because I got my feelings hurt."

I kissed her softly as we crossed the floor to her bed, then laid her down on it. Long blonde hair fanned out across her pillow like a halo. Jessica opened her arms to me as I knelt between her legs; she looked like an angel, welcoming me into her embrace. My brow furrowed as reality elbowed its way in. "Ah, do you have any condoms?"

Jess shook her head. "I'm on the pill. Have been since I got my first period." Her teeth worried at her lower lip. "Are you... You're safe? Clean?" I nodded. "Then I don't want to use one. I... This is my first time. It's with someone I love, and I want to feel everything. Is that alright?"

I almost laughed. "Alright? It's perfect. I actually haven't, ah, done that before."

"Really?" The notion seemed to excite her.

"Yeah. Just..." I shrugged. "I guess I just never trusted a girl enough to take the chance." I edged forward, moving the head of my cock perilously close to her virgin entrance. "But I trust you. I--" It was true, and I needed to say it. "I love you, Jess. Like you love me, like... It's more than just caring about you. It's too early for anything else, but--"

One soft hand caressing my cheek broke my train of thought. "Oh, Gabe. That's--" A serene, beatific smile. "I get to be your first, too, in a way. I can't tell you how happy that makes me." The hand trailed down my chest, then stomach, to reach between us. She took me in hand and placed my glans at her labia, then said, "Please. Please, Gabe. I need to feel you inside me. I want you to be the one that takes my-- Oh!"

A nudge was all it took to interrupt her, just the gentlest pressure on her lips parting them. Her brow furrowed as mine had before, her expression a blend of desire, anticipation, worry, and reassurance. She wanted this, and she wanted to make sure, regardless of whatever else happened, that I could see that. God, how could I not love her?

I shifted further, finding the expected impediment. This was my first time with a virgin; another first, although she didn't need to know that. I wanted to make her feel at ease. I pushed forward slowly, stretching her open, trying to be gentle; all for naught, though. The thin piece of flesh gave way, and she cried out. Tears collected at the corner of her eyes, trickling down onto her pillow. Part of me hated myself for hurting her; but I also felt a primal, animal sort of pride at claiming her as mine.

Our motion ceased until she nodded, lips tight with a thin smile. Jessica gasped as I pushed forward once more, then moaned as she took me further and further inside. Her hands spread across my chest, and I stopped, but then she shook her head and moved them to my hips, pulling at me. "M- more. Please!"

Her halo twisted about, golden hair flying wildly across her pillow as I opened her up inch by inch. I had not quite bottomed out in her when she gasped, "H- How much more?"

"Almost there. You're doing- nnf- doing so good, Jess." Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped onto her chest. I opened my mouth to speak again, but before I could, she pulled my hips hard, impaling herself fully on me with a cry both triumphant and mournful.

I lost my balance, falling forward with palms on either side of her head. She looked up at me, mouth opening and closing, finally stuttering, "Pl- Please. Please!" That spelled the end of my resolve.

Her body writhed under me as I withdrew from her for the first time, a quiet whine the only sound she made. I tried to be gentle; God knows I did. But she didn't. Couldn't. It was too new for her, too much and not enough all at once. As she had let me guide her head with my hand, I let her guide my hips with hers. But as a guide, she had only the simplest of directions: more, faster, and now.

I gave her what she wanted.

Moans of pleasure mixed with pained noises at first, but the latter soon disappeared. Once they did, Jess called out with the same sweet tones she had when my tongue had probed the places my cock did now. "Oh, Gabe! God, Gabe, God, I love you! It's so--! AH! So good! I- I- ah ah AH!" My lover's no longer virginal pussy clenched around me, and her body's motion shifted from writhing to thrashing as she came with a loud, keening wail.

I should have been more gentle, but the way this beautiful girl--no, woman now--responded to me spurred me on. If she had shown any sign of pain or distress, I'd like to think I could have stopped, but I can't say for certain. Regardless, my hips thrusted faster and faster, harder into her as I felt the tightening in my balls.

Jessica pulled me down on top of her and wrapped her legs around me; I was her first, but man and woman had joined like this since prehistory. I heard her moan and whimper and beg in my ear, felt my mate's breasts pressing against my chest, tasted the sweat on the skin of her neck. She gave herself to me, and I gave her everything I could in return, claiming her womb with my seed.

We lay together, panting, my body pinning hers to the mattress. Jess kissed me hungrily, happily, fervently, and I returned that fervent devotion. When she paused to draw a breath, I chuckled, "I thought you wanted me to be slow and gentle your first time?"

With a laugh, she nibbled on my bottom lip. "I thought I did, too! But I couldn't stop myself when you started, well, fucking me, and--" I began to stiffen inside her once more at her casual use of the word 'fuck,' and she tilted her hips almost unconsciously to show how welcome this return was. "-- Oh! Jesus, Gabe, are you ready again?"

By way of acknowledgment, I inched ever so slightly from her tightness, then back again, this time with the tenderness she had previously requested. "Are you?" She nodded vigorously. "I suppose I could try slow and gentle this time, if you--" Her lips found mine, her nails dug into my hips, and I failed once more to give her what she purportedly wanted. Failed a couple more times, actually.

We laid in each other's arms afterwards, talking about everything we'd missed in each other's lives in the past three years. We discussed her move to college--I, of course, volunteered to help--about our folks, about her major.

The only thing we danced around was the subject of "us." I had already come to a decision as to what I wanted "us" to be, but I didn't want to pressure her either way; I think she was in the same boat. Regardless, I knew what we were for at least this weekend, and I wanted to make the whole experience wonderful for her, so we stuck to surface topics.

Eventually, our voices grew quieter, and the pauses between sentences grew longer. She fell asleep first, but I wasn't far behind, spooning behind my lover with one arm holding her to my body. I kissed her hair and softly said, "I love you, Jess," before nodding off.

Upon waking in the middle of the night, I found myself disoriented. An unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar room, and--most importantly--an unfamiliar body lying next to me. Then I remembered my Friday and smiled: the rec center, Jess, her revelation and request, my enthusiastic assent. She remembered too, apparently, from the way she ground against me and softly moaned.

I kissed her shoulder, and she sighed. "Jess?" No response; well, not from her, at least. I was responding, my growing hardness nestled between her tight cheeks. That left me with a quandary: I didn't want to take advantage of her, but I really, really wanted to take advantage of her. I kissed her neck again, and said louder, "Jess, baby." Still no response.

My hand had moved to her breast as we slept; I wondered if that had been the cause of her nighttime excitement. As I gently squeezed, she moaned louder, softly calling out, "Gabe..."

"I'm here, sweetheart."

Jessica turned her head towards me, and I raised up to look at her. Her drowsy smile and half-opened eyes matched the sleepy whisper. "I thought you were a dream." She opened her mouth as we kissed, tongue flicking across my lips. I felt her hips shift, pulling away from me, then her hand, tipping my cock down to rest between her thighs as she moved back again. I was already hard, but the feeling of her labia parting, sliding up and down the top of my shaft as she began to grind again, had me ready to break rocks.

When she moved her hand once more, rubbing the glans before placing it at her entrance, I let her take the lead. She winced slightly as I entered her this time, and I made to stop; she broke our kiss and whined "Nooo" when I did, then held onto my hip to stop me. "Want it. Want you." I nodded, kissed her neck, and steadily slid my full length inside. "Oh God! Oh, oh Gabe, I need you!"

This time, I gave her the tender, unhurried lovemaking that she'd first requested. Jessica languidly moved against me as she gave herself to me for the fourth time that night, luxuriating in the subtler sensations that our shared need had denied her previously. Her free hand roamed up and down my body, sometimes clutching at my flank, others reaching behind my head to tangle fingers in my hair as we kissed.

Her voice--when her lips were unoccupied--took on a less needful tone than in our first couplings. Instead, her words were sweet affirmations of affection, devotion, love. "I- ah, Gabe, I- I need you. Need- oh! Need this. Love you, God, I love you, please don't--" My lips silenced her for a moment, but only just. I needed to speak, too.

"I love you, Jessica. Not gonna leave again. I promise. I'm yours, for as long as you'll have me."

She choked out a single, happy syllable. "Yours!"

My teeth nipped at her neck. "Mine."

I don't know if it was my words, the love bite, or simple biology, but she shuddered as her hips gyrated faster. "Mine. All mine, Gabe! Show me!"

I slid a hand down Jessica's body, between her legs, and stroked her clit as my thrusts turned erratic. My lover cried out at the new sensation, her hand covering mine as she begged for release; we found it together, my seed spilling into her in pulses of heat as her exquisite pussy fluttered around me.

I held her close as she quivered with aftershocks, kissing her neck and shoulders in between heaving breaths. When I shifted, almost dislodging my softening cock from her, she whispered, "Stay." And so I did.

In the morning, I found that she had rolled away and lay face down next to me. Jessica snored loudly, which made me chuckle; it had been a big day for both of us. A quick glance at the clock showed it was almost ten. Ordinarily, I didn't let myself sleep that late, but I figured I could make an exception.

As I watched Jess sleep, I reflected on this strange turn of events. Never in a million years had I expected to wake up next to the girl I'd coached years before. I felt a sudden stab of guilt; eventually, we'd--I'd--have to talk to her mom about this. I wondered how Sara would respond. Would she think I was a creep? Give her blessing? Maybe even be jealous? I'd just have to cross that bridge when I got to it.

First, though, my stomach told me I needed to get my lazy ass out of bed. When I stood, Jess sleepily grumbled, "Five more minutes." I laughed and kissed her shoulder, startling her into wakefulness. "Gabe? Oh, shit!"

"Good morning to you, too."

With a bashful grin, she said, "I mean, ah, 'good morning.'" That dazzling smile returned. "Jesus. More than a good morning. Great morning." We kissed, just a quick, playful peck on the lips. "Why are you getting out of bed?"

"I thought I might cook my girlfriend some breakfast."

Her eyes lit up. It had been one thing to pledge ourselves to each other in the heat of passion and the middle of the night; but now I had affirmed that pledge in the bright sunlight of a new day. She pulled me down on top of her and left no question as to her own thoughts on the matter.

It was almost noon before we finally made our way out of the bed. Jessica groaned as she stood and shuffled gingerly towards her dresser.

"Your ankle still hurting?"

"Some." Jess turned her head to look at me with a wry grin. "But that's not why I'm having trouble walking."

I returned it. "So, I guess that means you don't want to shower together?"

She considered it for a moment, then shot me a wry grin. "Tempting, but probably not a good idea. You go shower first. I'm going to scrounge us up some food."

I made sure Jess got down the stairs safely and grabbed my duffel, then went to shower in the guest bathroom. As I cleaned myself, I considered what we'd do when we got to college: who to introduce her to first, what kinds of places she'd like to go, how to make sure we actually passed our courses given the heady new relationship energy that buzzed between us.

In my musings, I almost missed the door opening. Without looking back, I chuckled, "Decide to wash my back after all?"

"Not today." Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Sara! I wheeled around and almost slipped on the wet tile; I had planned to cover myself with my hands, but they went to the walls instead as I tried to balance. "Long time no see, Gabriel." Jessica's mom--my former and first lover--stood there, gorgeous as ever, arms folded and a stern look on her face.

"Ah, Sara, I--"

"Can it! Finish up, get dressed, and come out." She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room.

I showered as quickly as I could; making her wait wouldn't fix anything. I'd face the music, and Jess and I would just have to figure out where to go from there. We were all adults. I was confident we'd work it out.

That confidence took a hit somewhat when I walked into the kitchen. Both women sat at the kitchen table. Jessica furtively glanced up at me, looking more like the uncertain girl I'd first met years before than the self-assured young woman that I'd met at the rec center the day before. Sara sat next to her with the same expression and body language she'd confronted me with in the shower. "Sit." Her tone matched her manner.

I took a chair opposite them. Sara let us twist in the wind for a few moments, then said, "So. I come home from a trip early to help my daughter pack for college, and I find her well-fucked and you in my guest shower. Anyone want to explain that? Well?!" Jessica and I both spoke at the same time, our words overlapping into jumbled nonsense. "Stop!" She glared at me. "You first. I thought you were better than this, Gabe."

"Sara, I promise that I didn't mean for this to happen."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. You're a guy. You saw a pretty young innocent thing, and you wanted her. God, it must have been such a thrill for you; you got to bang me and then seduce my daughter." Leaning forward, enraged, Jessica's mother started to light into me. "Where do you get off--"

"Stop it! He didn't do anything wrong, Mom!" Sara's head snapped around to look at her daughter. The fire I'd seen in Jess the day before had returned. "He didn't seduce me. I seduced him!"

"Pumpkin, no. I know you like him and you were hurt when--"

"No, Mom! I did this! I learned he was at the rec center, I went there to see him, I asked him to bring me home, and I dressed like a slut! I wanted him to fuck me!" Sara's eyes went wide at this casual use of profanity from her 'pretty young innocent thing.' She started to speak, but Jess ran right over her. "Gabe tried to talk me out of it. He tried to resist. He did everything but pat me on the head and tell me to go away, but you know what? He also treated me like a goddamned adult!"

My girlfriend snarled, "And you know what else? It was great! Gabe is fucking amazing. He treated me like a princess, made me feel loved and cared for, and got me off so many times I thought my head was going to explode! I want more, and when we go to college, I'm going to be in his bed every damned night!" Sara's mouth hung open, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "And another thing--"

"Jess." She looked at me. "Babe. That's enough." Her lips compressed into a thin, angry line, but she nodded once. I turned to her mom. "Sara, she's telling the truth. I didn't plan on any of this. But..." I sighed. "But the truth is, I care about Jessica, and..."

I chuckled without meaning to. "You're right. She is pretty. Beautiful. And I am just a guy. It's not that, though." Taking Jess's hand, I continued, "She's amazing. I mean, you know that. You've watched her grow up and know how great she is. And I want to find out everything I've missed out on by not getting to know her for the last three years."

Jessica smiled at me encouragingly, and I continued. "As to... well, to you and me, it was on my mind, yeah. But it was less a thrill and more a worry. I didn't--don't--want to hurt either of you. But I want to be with Jessica, and I'm sorry if that upsets you."

Sighing, I said, "Jess, I love you." Sara took in a quick, sharp breath. "I want this to work. I want to see where this goes, and I hope it goes a long way. But I don't want to get between you and your mom. I can't do that to you two. So we have got to sort this out first, okay?" She nodded, irritated but acquiescent.

Sara looked between the two of us, brow furrowed. She started to speak several times before regaining her composure. "Gabe, I need to talk to my daughter. Can you see yourself out?" Jessica looked like she was going to explode. "No, not... I just want to talk, Pumpkin. Just us. Please?" Her daughter slowly nodded, clearly not entirely convinced.

I pushed my chair away from the table and stood. "Jess. Call me, okay? We need to work out when I'll be helping you move into your dorm room." Sara started; good. She needed to understand that, while I didn't want to come between them, I still intended to be with her daughter.

Jessica picked up on the subtext. "Of course, sweetheart. I'll talk to you later."

I didn't hear from her until the next day, and it was a text instead of a call. Mom and I talked. All good. Going to spend time with her this week, but I'll call later.

Okay. Glad to hear it. I paused, then appended, I love you.

Her response was a string of hearts as long as my arm.

The next Friday, we drove in separate cars, stopping once on the four hour journey for gas. Jess and I kept it relatively platonic during that break, but Sara watched us with a strange expression on her face anyways. We hadn't had a chance to really talk about how things shook out there, but I'd have to let my curiosity wait a little longer.

Her dorm room was on the fourth floor, and the elevators were constantly busy. Once we were down to the smaller loads, I told Jess and Sara to spend a little more time together while I took the stairs for the last few. Jess's ankle was mostly better, but there was no need to aggravate it. Beyond that, I wanted to avoid being in the same room with Sara for too long until I had a better lay of the land.

That plan lasted right until I had dropped off the last load. Sara kissed Jess on the cheek and gave her a big hug, then turned to me and asked, "Will you walk me out?" Jess shot me an encouraging smile, but I still felt like a man going to the gallows as we headed for the stairs.

We didn't talk on the way there; I don't know if she was still deciding what to say or just letting me stew for a bit longer. Regardless, when we got there, she turned and looked up at me; the resemblance was quite remarkable. Her playful grin really highlighted it. "So. My daughter, huh?"

"Sara--"

She shook her head. "It's okay. I get it. Jess and I talked for a long time about... well, about a lot of things. You're never really ready for..." She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. "For your little girl growing up. And with what her dad did... I just wanted to protect her. But I can't, can I?"

Sara brushed my cheek. "You can, though. I raised her right; I know that. And I know--even if I was pissed at the time--that you're a good guy. No, a good man. And so I can protect her by getting out of my own damned way."

I had not expected that at all, and the look of shock on my face brought a big laugh out of her. "Gabe..." She sighed. "I was pissed, yes. And, if I'm honest, a little jealous. It's bad enough when your friend wants to date your old flame, but your daughter? For God's sake, I'm amazed I didn't chase you out of the house with an axe. But I ended it with you for a reason: you were too young for me. Too immature. And, you know, I didn't want to rob the cradle." Sara rolled her eyes theatrically, laughing as she did. "Or at least not get caught doing it.

"But you're perfect for her. You are. So be perfect for her, okay? Or at least do the best you can. She's in love with you; you know that, right? Not just 'love' like a friend or an FWB, but really, really head over heels."

"I know."

"And you?"

I took a moment to weigh my words. "I think so. Or, at least, that's the way it's headed, and if I'm not there soon, I will be. But I don't want her to... I want to make sure she makes the right choice for herself, too, not just the one that keeps her with me because she's always had a crush on me. You know?"

Her sad smile surprised me. "I do. That's exactly what I meant; you'll protect her, since I can't be here to do it. But for what it's worth? I don't think that's what this is. She's in love with you because you're easy to fall in love with. I almost did."

"What?"

The sadness mostly disappeared, replaced with a look of... wisdom? Acceptance? It's strange to realize you're not as far along as a person as you'd like to believe. Whatever mix of emotions she displayed was one I could only guess at, because I'd not yet experienced them.

"Yeah. That was just another reason to end it, on top of a lot of other good ones. But I could see the man you were starting to become, that you're still becoming, and that guy? God. It's no wonder a girl could fall in love with him. I'd tell you not to break her heart, but you won't, will you? I don't think you have it in you. So instead, I'll say: make her happy. Okay?"

I nodded solemnly. "I promise." She kissed me on the cheek, then turned to open her door. "Sara..." My first love--although I'd never admitted it to anyone and never would--looked over her shoulder at me. "Are you? Happy, I mean?"

She broke out into a big, beaming grin. "I am. I really am. I'm seeing a great guy now, and I think he's going to pop the question. Hopefully, you'll get to meet him at Thanksgiving."

I held her door for her as she got in. "I can't wait." Then I closed it, waved goodbye to her departing car, and walked back to Jessica's dorm and to my future.

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I am a housewife living with my husband and my three years old daughter in a city of kerala. I am an average looking keralian housewife having brownish skin with large breasts and big round ass. My hubby is a tall man of dark complexion with a great appetite for sex. Actually, this posting is one kind of confession for us. I am of 35 years now and my hubby is at 40. I got married when i was 23 with my hubby. He is an engineer and was in a central government organization at the time of our marriage.  Since one year after our marriage we tried for an issue but i didn’t got pregnant till four years back. We went to many doctors but almost all of them told that my hubby had lesser amount of sperm count and possibility of him to become a father is very less however, not impossible. We tried many times and not used any condoms since then but not succeeded to conceive. We were very much frustrated for not having a kid of our own. However, let me come back to the fact now. Four years ago,...