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Her little hand moved down my chest. It found its way between the buttons of my pyjama top. Then, it began to stroke my chest. After a moment, the hand was withdrawn and began to loosen the buttons of my shirt. It was obvious that Stacie was awake. I turned my head and found her staring at me.
"Stacie," I said, "what are you doing?"
"I," she replied, "am asserting myself."
"Sweetheart, what do you mean?"
She said, "Do you know what today is? It's my birthday. My nineteenth birthday. According to the law, as of today I'm as much an adult as you are. You told me to assert myself. As I said, I am. I'm staking my claim here and now. You are my man."
I was confused. "What do you mean?"
Stacie raised her head and smiled at me. "Just what I said."
I looked into her eyes. "I still don't understand," I said.
"Don't be so dense," she said, "I've told you before that I loved you. That seems pretty simple to me. Didn't you understand?"
"I'm not sure."
"Jack, most of the time, you're a very intelligent, very perceptive person. But now, you're being a bit of a prat. I love you. Even a lawyer should be able to understand those three simple words."
I was silent for a bit. Stacie continued to stroke my chest. "We've been sleeping together for two weeks. We both know this has caused a lot of tension. If we weren't attracted to each other, there wouldn't be nearly as much of a problem. But there is a problem. You've seen the effect on me with your own eyes. You've been watching me masturbate every night." I looked at her with my mouth wide open. "Yes," she said, "I saw you the first time you watched me. Every time since then, I've made sure that you were watching. It's been exciting. But it's been frustrating at the same time. And the sounds I hear coming from the washroom tell me that you've been doing the same thing yourself. This is a silly state of affairs that can't continue."
I sat up. I said, "But Stacie..."
"'But Stacie' indeed," she said. Then she kissed me. Really kissed me. Her tongue found its way between my lips. She held the kiss a long time. Finally, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. She said, "You're going to be my first, and, if I have anything to say about it, my only lover. What do you think of that?"
"I don't know. I honestly don't know what to say."
"You silly man," she said, "I've told you that I loved you, and I know that you love me, too. Can you deny that? Can you deny that you love me?"
"No," I said slowly, "I can't. I've tried to, but I can't. I love you. I love you very much. But it's wrong. Very wrong."
"Why is it wrong?
"Well," I said, "for starters, I'm twice your age."
Stacie smiled. "And tomorrow," she said, "you'll be a little bit less than twice my age. And each day the age difference will matter less. Jack, it's all downhill from here. Or uphill. Depending on how you see it."
Her hand continued its interrupted journey down my body. I was once again painfully aware that my male member was proudly jutting out of the fly of my pyjama trousers. The hand slid beneath the covers and down my abdomen. In alarm, I turned to her.
"Stacie," I said. Too late. The little hand had arrived at its destination and was now curling about my penis. I croaked, "What are you doing?"
"That's a silly question," she said, stroking my member gently. "Kiss me."
I did. I kissed her. I held her. Then, I said, "There's just one problem. I've had an erection for a long time now. It's starting to get painful."
Stacie looked at me with concern. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to torture you. Here, let me help."
She released my penis and sat up. With one of those motions that only women have mastered, she removed her nightie. She was naked. She was incredibly beautiful in the way that only a girl becoming a woman can be. She pulled down the covers and bent over my abdomen. Once again, she held my dick in her little hand. She looked up at me and said, "You'll have to be patient. I've never done this before, and I may not do it very well." Then she bent over and took me in her mouth.
It took all my willpower to keep from coming immediately. "Sweetie," I said, panting, "please. I'm about to..."
Stacie raised her head for a moment and said, "I know. That's the idea." She bent to her task again, taking me in her mouth and bobbing her sweet little face up and down.
That was it. I came. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. It was so intensely pleasurable that it was almost painful. When I was able to open my eyes and look at Stacie, her eyes were open in an expression of wonder. She was swallowing vigorously. I could feel her tongue sweeping across my glans. At last, there was no more semen. Indeed, I felt as though I had no more in my body. Stacie continued to lick and suck my penis gently. When she at last lifted her head, my dick was clean. It glistened only with her saliva.
Stacie sat up and took a drink from her glass of water on the nightstand. She cuddled against me and kissed me on the cheek. She asked, "Is there always that much?"
"No. The amount depends on a lot of things. Mainly on you."
"It tastes different than I imagined," she said, "not bad. Just different."
I kissed her. My tongue slid between her lips and engaged hers. When I came up for air, I said, "Yeah, you taste differently than you did a few minutes ago. At least I think so. Let me check again just to make sure." I kissed her again, for a longer time. While we kissed, my hands wandered over her soft little body. At last I could explore this little person who'd been the subject of my fantasies. I found that the reality was much better than I could have imagined.
I moved her on to her back. I kissed my way down her throat to her breasts. In spite of the fact that they were quite large, especially for her small body, they stood proudly from her chest. As I caressed and gently sucked them, I thought to myself that one of these days her breasts would start to sag a bit. I wanted to be around to witness that. I wanted to see her in every season of life. I kissed my way down her tummy to her mons. I gently spread her legs apart and kissed my way up the inside of her thighs.
Stacie said, "No, Jack! You don't have to do that."
"Yes," I said, "I do."
I gazed on her sweet pink slit, gleaming from its little blonde nest. I kissed it. She inhaled sharply. I kissed her sex again and began to run my tongue around her crevices. Her breathing became deep and ragged. I gently nibbled her inner lips. She began to moan. It was obvious that her climax was imminent. I took her clitoris in my mouth and gently sucked and licked it. Stacie reached down and held my head with both hands. Her grip became stronger. She began to make whimpering noises. They became more like soft screams. Then her entire body tensed. She grabbed my head and pulled me against her. She was making a keening moan. At last, she became completely limp.
I shucked off my pyjamas and wiped her juices from my face. I lay down and took her in my arms. She looked at me sleepily and said, "What did you do to me?"
"I made love to you," I said. "Would you like me to do it again?"
"Oh yes. Please. But not just yet. Maybe in a little while. By the way, how did I taste? Like you expected?"
"Better," I said, "much better."
"Let's see," she said. She kissed me, an open-mouth kiss with lots of tongue. Then she sighed and said, "You know, I don't taste as yucky as I thought I would."
"Not 'yucky' at all. There is no part of the woman I love that could be described as 'yucky.'"
Stacie looked at me. I saw tears in her eyes. "Did you just call me 'the woman I love?'"
"Of course," I said, "how else would I describe you?"
She hugged me and buried her head on my shoulder. "And I love you," she said, "Oh God, how I love you."
"Sweetheart, I have a question. There's been one thing that puzzled me ever since you've been here."
"What's that?"
"Why don't you wear panties to bed?"
She looked at me in amazement. Then, she started to giggle. That developed into full-fledged laughter. At last, she caught her breath. "I can't believe it! Your important question isn't, 'when did you fall in love with me, ' or 'how much do you love me, ' it's 'why don't you wear pants to bed?'" She laughed again for a while. She caught her breath again. "Well, for starters, it wasn't because I was trying to seduce you. Not at first, anyway. You see, I've slept without panties since I was a little girl. After my dad died, we were very poor. I only had a couple of pairs of panties without holes in them. Mum made me rinse them every night so that they'd be clean for school. I got used to sleeping without panties. Now I'm not comfortable wearing them to bed."
I kissed her. I said, "I'm glad. I like you much better without pants. Or anything else."
We continued to kiss. I felt her hand working its way down my body. By the time she reached her goal, I was hard as steel. "Oh my," she said, "I see that our friend is ready to play again. What shall we do? I know! I have just the place for him." She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. "Right here. That's where he belongs. In here."
"OK, baby. Just let me get something," I said.
"No need. Absolutely no need."
I was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
She opened the drawer on her nightstand and took something out. "I've been taking these for a while now." In her hand was a container of birth control pills.
"You little devil. How long have you been planning this?"
Stacie grinned. "Let's see," she said, "how long have I known you?" She looked at me more seriously. "Come here. I've waited long enough."
"This might hurt a bit, darling."
"I don't care," she said, "do it. Now."
I put myself between her legs. She guided me into her warm wetness. As gently as I could, I pushed forward until I felt the obstruction of her hymen. I pushed again gently. Suddenly, Stacie grabbed my butt and pulled me forward with all her strength. I felt her hymen tear. I was in her completely.
I asked, "Are you OK, my love?"
"Yes. Oh yes. It hardly hurt at all. Go on, please. Please."
A lovely girl was begging me to make love to her. As a gentleman, how could I refuse?
I made love to her slowly at first. Gradually, Stacie's movements against me became faster. I let her set the tempo. While we made love, I gazed at her lovely face. She opened her eyes and looked at me. We kissed. I held the kiss as long as I could. Stacie moaned into my mouth. The sphincter of her vagina began squeezing me with an irregular rhythm. I knew that she was about to come, and I wasn't far from it myself. Stacie pulled me into her. She moved against me almost violently a few times. She was coming. I let myself go and spurted into her.
Stacie's body relaxed. I raised my head and kissed her gently. "Wow," she said, "is it always like that?"
"I don't know. I've never made love to you before. Maybe it will get even better."
She smiled, "Do you think so?"
Charlotte's voice came over the intercom. "Rise and shine, you two sleepyheads. Breakfast is in half an hour."
Stacie looked startled. "Do you think Aunt Charlotte heard us?"
"Not unless she was eavesdropping outside the room. You have to push both the 'talk' and 'lock' buttons on the panel. That's how I kept track of you last week."
"Oh. I guess we should get up and get ready for breakfast. Last one in the shower is a rotten egg."
Since I was on top, I had an unfair advantage. I deliberately held back until I heard Stacie turn on the shower. On my way to the washroom, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. There was a red light shining on the intercom panel. The damned thing was on. How long had it been that way? Days, maybe. Charlotte had no doubt heard everything. I pushed the "lock" button, and the light went out. I joined Stacie in the shower.
While Stacie was toweling her hair, I took her presents and her card out of the drawer. When she came out of the washroom, the two little boxes and the card were on the table by the window. She looked at them and then at me. She said, "What's this? Jack, what have you done?"
"Open them and find out."
Stacie opened the card first. She read the message and kissed me. Then, she opened the smaller of the two boxes. Inside was the Tiffany blue velvet bag. "Oh my God," she said, "I've never even seen anything from Tiffany's before." She took out the earrings. "Oh gosh," she said. She immediately went to the mirror and put them on. She stood for a moment admiring her reflection.
"There's another box here," I said.
Stacie hurried back to the table. She opened the second box and took out the pearls. "Oh it's too much. It's just too much." She began to cry.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. Here, let me help you put them on." She raised her head while I fastened the pearls around her neck. She went back to the mirror.
"Oh my gosh, they look so elegant. I'm going to wear them all day," she said.
"And you look lovely in them. But perhaps you should add something to your outfit?"
"Like what?"
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