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Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.


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Anonymous 17/01/21(Sat)07:00 No. 24900 ID: 9d56f7

>>24875
first chapter in a long while and i couldnt have asked for more, keep it up op!


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Anonymous 17/01/26(Thu)03:44 No. 24902 ID: 1ea0b9

Keep this up your doing gods work.


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Anonymous 17/01/26(Thu)12:42 No. 24903 ID: b65222

Op how far of a jump? Is she getting red rice cause she a woman now? ( everyone else google it... It's a thing)


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panty-pads 17/01/29(Sun)06:55 No. 24906 ID: 287865

>>19288

"It was midnight. Sara, in her room, sound asleep, her entire tiny body appearing to rise and fall with the rhythm of her breath, had just turned twelve. I stood watching. The air was still, the time was apt."
why/how did she go back to being 11?
also
"then I saw it; a single pube the crowning glory of her Mons Veneris"
now she is bare/smooth again?


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/01/31(Tue)03:00 No. 24911 ID: fa0a6e

>>24903

This isn't Japan.

>>24906

Einstein, that isn't one of my posts.


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Anonymous 17/01/31(Tue)09:47 No. 24912 ID: b65222

Damn. With the forest and all if was sure it was in japan. And you give us a location or at least some editable as the the nature of the background the story is set in? I mean no one thinks of any of john muirs work happing anywhere but North America.


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panty-pads 17/01/31(Tue)10:13 No. 24913 ID: 287865

>>24911
easy there OP.
you post using multi id's, ppl are trying throw in their own versions of the story. i got caught, made a mistake. no need for the 'tude. could have simply said, not my version.
on another note the zinger answered one of my questions, but you didnt explain the age thing
PP


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Anonymous 17/02/04(Sat)14:50 No. 24921 ID: 4e6681

>>24913
The post literally talks about him wearing a t-shirt two sizes too small after bulking up because of SS/GOMAD.

Your keen eye for literary critique has led you astray, buddy.


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Anonymous 17/02/14(Tue)11:17 No. 24926 ID: 94c182

>>24373

>I turned on the lantern and pulled out my book (the adventures of a female space captain who got exiled to the ass end of nowhere because her admiral was a total shit and had to deal with smugglers, pirates, and primitive aliens acquiring muskets from clandestine sources. It was actually pretty good.

Holy shit, he's reading On Basilisk Station.


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/02/17(Fri)10:03 No. 24929 ID: 07bd1b

>>24926

Good catch. I wondered if anyone was gonna get that one.

Next chapter is nearly finished, just have to find the time to actually sit down and write.


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Anonymous 17/02/17(Fri)12:35 No. 24930 ID: eb439d

>>24929
Can we send sanwiches to aid you in your holy quest to write the grail?


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/02/21(Tue)08:07 No. 24934 ID: be58e4

>>24930

Thanks, but the wife prepares all the sammiches I need.

Still writing the new chapter, but I've decided to post the first half of what I've got so you're not waiting forever. I'm not sure what the text limit actually is, but it's long enough it probably needs to be broken up anyway.

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The entire drive up to college was excruciating; I wanted to be there NOW, to see Sara again. Yes, at this point I really was thinking of her as my girlfriend, and although the e-mails we traded once a week or so were innocent enough and not at all like what I imagined two people in a relationship would talk about, it still kept that relationship alive for me. If I'd thought about it, I'd have never gotten into the habit of e-mailing her. But that's for later.

The drive seemed to take forever, and the Monster I drank because I didn't get much sleep the night before (between nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, waiting until the last minute to pack, and simply having gotten into the habit of staying up late and sleeping in until noon) didn't help; it made my jittery and I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

Still, I made good time, having only made one stop for gas, lunch, and to stretch my legs, and the fact that I was doing at least 10 over the posted speed limit for nearly the entire trip; I only slowed down in the spots I knew cops would be waiting to catch speeders. Out of all my friends from high school, I'm the only one who never got a speeding ticket.

Finally, however, I arrived. Pulling into the nearest available parking space, I shut the car off, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. My breathing was fast and shallow, my palms were sweaty, and it felt like my heart was going to explode. I had no idea how of that was nervous anticipation of seeing Sara again, and how much was the unhealthy amounts of caffeine I'd consumed. Either way, I swore to never to touch the stuff again.

After about a minute or two to regain my composure, I got out of the car, grabbed my backpack with my laptop and other essentials in it, and walked up the stairs to the apartment and knocked.

I heard what sounded like a trip hammer race across the floor, THUMPTHUMPTHUMP, the deadbolt snapping open in a fraction of a second, and the door flung itself open.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"OOF!"

Between her high-pitched shriek piercing my eardrums and her tackling me around the waist in a bearhug, Sara had definitely stunned me for a moment. When I recovered, Bill had stuck his head around the corner, greeted me, and handed me my key to the apartment. Sara was, characteristically, bouncing up and down in excitement and saying lots of nothing I could make out. She looked absolutely adorable in a tank top and shorts, hair bouncing up and down as she danced around me, averaging sixteen "oh my gosh's" per minute.

Bill asked if I needed help carrying stuff in and when I declined, he nodded, said he was available if I changed my mind, and disappeared into his room. I was once again reminded that Bill was actually a pretty cool guy, he was just a social recluse.

Sara, of course, announced that she was going to help me carry stuff in, so I set my backpack in my room while she scampered to get get her shoes and we headed to the parking lot.

I received several more hugs once we arrived at my car, hugged her back when she held still long enough, and made sure to give her the lightest and least breakable objects to carry. I probably could have unloaded the car faster without her help, but who am I to say no when my adorable little girlfriend wants to help out?

Besides, I'd noticed something when I first saw her, noticed it again when she leaned over and her tank top fell open, and I wanted to confirm it.

Once all my stuff had been safely deposited in my room, I noted that I could hear muffled music coming from Bill's room (I never would have pegged him as a Blue Oyster Cult fan) and shut the door to my room.

Then I spun around and scooped Sara up in a bear hug of my own, spinning her around while she giggled, and flopped us both down on the bare mattress.

"So, young lady, you still want to do the boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"

She nodded, grinning, and I grinned back, ruffling her hair with one hand; it was much longer than when I'd last seen her, just past her shoulders now.

Then she paused, glancing at the door and whispering, "we can't right now, Bill's home."

"I know, I know, but later."

She grinned again and nodded enthusiastically.

"Could you do me a favor though?"

"What?"

"Lift your shirt up for me."

There it was; that was the adorable blush I'd missed so much, the one that made her freckles almost disappear and reached all the way to her ears. She hesitated for the barest of moments, then hoisted her tank top up so I could see what it had barely concealed earlier.

Oh my.

I was staring at a pair of absolutely perfect, and adorably tiny, breasts. Just buds, really, but her pink nipples were round and puffy and surrounded by small mounds of flesh; the mosquito bites of yore were gone forever.

I reached out with both hands and gently felt them; she flinched, then seemed ok with it.

"They feel kinda sore."

"That's normal; it means they're growing."

I took my hands away and she lowered her shirt, biting her lip nervously, then snuggled down beside me to hug me again.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"When do classes start?"

"In a week."

"That's when I go back to school too."

"Well," I said, kissing her on the end of her nose, "you're not the only I e-mailed over the summer. I know exactly which classes Bill is signed up for, and I made sure that on the days he has the most classes, I have the fewest. That means we'll have a couple of hours after you get back from school all to ourselves, three days a week."

"Really?"

"Mm-hm. And once a month, one of his classes is making a special field trip on a Saturday, so that means every four weeks we'll get a whole day to ourselves."

She nestled her head against my chest and closed her eyes, smiling blissfully.

"That's cool."

We lay there like that for a moment, and I really didn't want to ruin it. But unfortunately, life isn't about what we want.

"Ok, well, I gotta unpack, kiddo. Tell you what, why don't you take the game consoles into the living room and set them up for me?"

"Ok."

The box they were in was too heavy for her, so I carried it in by the tv for her and she plopped down on the floor, pulled out a console, and attempted to figure out how to set up the cables and plug it into the tv. I left her to it, put sheets and a blanket on my bed, and started putting everything where it belonged. Other than clothes, my laptop, and school supplies, there wasn't much, so it didn't take me very long.

I went back into the living room to check up on Sara's progress setting up video game consoles, congratulated her on a good job, and sent her to ask Bill what he wanted for dinner while I quickly swapped cables to the right ports and set the stack of games back on the shelf they'd inhabited months before.

The week seemed to go by forever; Bill and I discussed classes, one of which I did actually attend with him so he wouldn't think I was deliberately taking classes at different times... which I was. We got all our books, played video games, stocked up on food, and got Sara's school supplies. Other than seeing what panties Sara accessorized her nightshirt with every morning at breakfast (either that shirt had gotten shorter, or she'd gotten slightly taller), there wasn't much that held my interest that week.

Finally, the first day of classes arrived. Sara put on a cute skirt and blouse and moped her way out the door like she was headed to the gallows instead of school, and Bill and I walked to campus for our first class of the day.

Since Bill had foolishly picked Monday-Wednesday-Friday to have classes all day, his last one getting out at 6, I'd picked only morning classes. I ate lunch in the cafeteria, listening to the little old lady at the counter tell me about her dog, then leisurely strolled back to the apartment and tossed my stuff in my room.

I still had a couple hours before Sara got home from school, and I had a ton of nervous energy built up. I hadn't had the chance to do this in months!

I did a quick workout, situps, pushups, arm curls with my new barbells (nothing impressive, just 10lb weights to get me started) to work off some of tension, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and sat on my bed in my boxers. And waited. And waited some more.

Dammit, this was killing me. I flopped back onto my bed and grabbed the book I was reading; for some reason, YT reminded me of Sara, though without the cyberpunk skateboard. As cool as the virtual reality version of the internet depicted in the book was, I was distracted by a different sort of fantasy altogether and couldn't keep my mind on the pages in front of me. I finally set the book aside and lay on the bed, spread-eagle, glancing at the clock every few minutes and willing it to go faster.

Finally, I heard a key zip into the lock and undo the deadbolt, the slam of a backpack full of books being dumped on the floor, and the sound of a herd of elephants tromping through the apartment at high speed; I have no idea how a girl that small and light made so much noise just running.

I quickly snapped into a seated position, grabbed a barbell, and started doing curls, trying to emphasize my (slightly) bigger biceps in a laughable attempt to impress a 12 year old girl I was having an entirely inappropriate and illicit sexual affair with.

Sara stepped into my doorway, blushing and looking nervous. I looked up from my arm curls and smiled at her casually, but I was just as nervous as she was.

"Hey kiddo! You ready for some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"

"Uh-huh!"

I set the barbell down and slid out of my boxes, while Sara yanked her shoes off and flung her skirt and blouse everywhere, leaping onto the bed with an enthusiastic grin. I paused to look at her as she slid out of her panties and socks and dropped them on the floor and my breath suddenly got tight.

Damn. She was so beautiful.

I've compared her before to a Renaissance painting, but that didn't do her justice. Her pale, almost translucent skin, as pure and white as porcelain, reminded me of the Pygmalion myth I'd read in high school mythology, where the sculptor had created a marble statue of a girl so perfect that he prayed to the gods for her to come to life and be his.

And my marble girl was real. Not cold, hard stone, but warm, soft flesh, inviting and innocent. This dream was real.

She lay on the bed, arms at her side, legs slightly parted, and I slowly panned my gaze from her little feet, up her smooth, shapely legs, to her hips (she still had narrow boy hips, I noticed), past her flat belly, to the tiny mounds of her breasts, just starting to grow, topped by the contrasting pink of her nipples, to her beautiful, perfect face, with the scattering of freckles in a line across her nose and cheeks, like a sprinkling of sand across a white beach, her startlingly blue eyes, like sapphires, and her light brown, almost blonde, hair arrayed around her like a halo.

If I sound like I'm waxing poetic about her appearance, it's because she deserves it; she was absolutely beautiful. She was a perfect angel, a goddess descended from heaven to embody the very definitions of beauty, innocence, and sex appeal in one combined package.

My boner was so hard it ached; it felt like I could penetrate diamond.

Yeah, that's... not the sort of poetic imagery you were expecting. I only have so much in me. Moving on.

I climbed onto the bed next to her, laying down and resting my head on the pillow as she sat up and took my penis in her hand, stroking it and looking me right in the eye with a grin on her face.

"Oh, sweetie, you have no idea how much I missed this!"

"I missed it too. I couldn't wait for summer to be over!"

She continued to jerk me off for another minute or so while I asked her about her first day at school (she hated school, none of her teachers understood her, the other girls didn't want to be friends with her, and the boys were dumb; not much change from last year, really.), she heaved a sigh of resignation that was incongruous to such a young girl, and then I stopped giving a crap because she put my dick in her mouth.

She was awkward at first, and grazed my head with her teeth a couple times, but she soon got back into the rhythm she'd developed before the summer, bobbing her head up and down. She was going kinda shallow though, not even putting the head all the way in, so I asked her to go deeper. No response. So I put my hand on top of her head and gently pushed down, and she paused her sucking and let me push her head further down onto my shaft; I stopped when she twitched, suspecting I'd hit her gag reflex, and after a moment she resumed sucking me off at the new depth.

"There you go, sweetie; you're doing great."

She looked up at me for a second, then returned her attention to my dick. Before long, I felt the tight sensation in my balls and a burning at the base of my dick as I tried to hold out longer, but there was no stopping it.

"Ok Sara, here it comes!"

She pulled all but the head of my dick out of her mouth and froze there, cheeks comically bulging as my dick exploded like a fire hose. I'd only jerked off a few times over the summer, mostly to memories of Sara, and between that and the sexually-tense week leading up to this, I had quite a backlog. It seemed to go on forever, pumping semen into Sara's willing little mouth over and over. It finally stopped and I tried to catch my breath as she swallowed; I noticed there had been some overflow, and wiped her chin and lips with the back of her hand and licked up what she found there, then cleaned off my penis with her mouth.

"Get enough girl vitamins?" I asked, and she nodded, giggling.

"Whoo! That was great, baby girl! You have no idea how much I needed that," I said as she spooned her perfect, naked body up against mine. Once I'd caught my breath, she squeezed my waist with her arm and asked, "my turn now?"

"Why yes, little lady! It is definitely your turn now!"

She blew me a raspberry at my facetious tone and sat herself in my lap as soon as I'd sat up. Spreading her legs to give me access, she leaned back against me and giggled nervously; I could feel her tense up as soon as she got in position, so I gently kissed her on the shoulder and leaned us both back.

Sliding my right hand between her legs, I began rubbing up and down her slit (still silky soft and perfectly smooth! I wondered when her pubes would start to come in, then dismissed the thought and focused on the here and now.), while my left hand reached up to explore her new, budding breasts. I felt the little mound of warm flesh and the puffy, yielding nipple dead in its center, gently squeezed and discovered there was a more solid mass beneath the softness, and she hissed and tensed up even more.

"Sorry; too sensitive?"

"Mm-hm!"

I switched to gently rubbing in circles on her nipple as I stroked her slit up and down, and she slowly relaxed, eventually melting into me and breathing heavily as she got more into it. I picked up the pace on my petting, seeing her crotch turning pink, and eventually she became noticeably moister down there.

After a few minutes of this, she clenched the sheets with both hands, tensed up, and, gritting her teeth, let out a quick series of high-pitched sobs as she achieved orgasm.

I wrapped my arms around her as she suddenly became boneless, panting for breath, and I kissed her on the shoulder again.

"How'd you like that, kiddo?"

"... wow."

"Pretty good?"

"I forgot how good that felt."

Had... had she not masturbated at all since I left? Did she even know she could masturbate? On the one hand, if that was the case, I was tempted not to clue her in so I could continue to be her sole source of sexual release. On the other hand, bird culture would consider that to be a 'dick move', so... yeah. I decided not to inquire for now and keep the status quo, whatever it was.

We cuddled together like that for probably ten minutes, basking in the afterglow, before Sara asked how long we had before Bill got home. I glanced at the clock, realized I hadn't set it yet, then found my watch and looked at the time.

"At least another hour; longer if his class runs for its full length, but they usually get out early on the first day because they're just introducing the course and telling you what books you'll need."

"I wish I could get out of class early. They gave me a bunch of homework!"

"On the first day?"

"Yeah! That's so stupid, right?"

"I agree, that is stupid."

We lapsed into a comfortable silence, her arms wrapped over my arms wrapped around her, and just enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies for a while. Eventually though, Sara stirred and looked up at me.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Got any more girl vitamins?"

Laughing, I replied, "For you? Always."

She grinned and slid down to my growing erection for round two.

She really was perfect.

Screw you, Pygmalion; I got the better girl.


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Anonymous 17/02/21(Tue)13:39 No. 24935 ID: af0e24

>>24934
YES!


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Anonymous 17/02/22(Wed)08:10 No. 24936 ID: a886ca

>>24934
Whenever I doubt if someone will come back after long absences, I think of you OP, and how you are still writing the same story after nearly 5 years. You have never given up on us, and therefore I will never give up my hope in you.


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Anonymous 17/02/22(Wed)09:41 No. 24937 ID: e9961c

>>24934

Neat, I just finished reading Snow Crash a few days ago, here's hoping she doesn't also have a dentata


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Imaskarkana. 17/02/24(Fri)16:04 No. 24939 ID: 34cf15

OP the ever-faithful. Thank you for your perverse writing- it's been a privilege to follow.


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Anonymous 17/02/26(Sun)23:27 No. 24943 ID: 29566d

>>24942
im going to go ahead and say MODS! A few of those files say underage in the titles and are .rar formats with no context. Not going to download them without using a virtual machine.


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Anonymous 17/03/09(Thu)06:59 No. 24948 ID: 2f84de

>>24934
Keep going. Don't stop now OP!!! We love you!


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styxarcher 17/03/18(Sat)08:01 No. 24957 ID: 405836

>>24934
Please sir, can I have some more.


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Anonymous 17/03/31(Fri)00:38 No. 24960 ID: 65e111

>>17319
This has been going on for five fucking years? Come on anon. Great story nontheless.


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link to your other story? Anonymous 17/03/31(Fri)01:27 No. 24961 ID: 827922

Great writing. Would any one of you perverts be kind enough to provide the other story link of this magnificent but slow dude?
Please..


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Waxing Carnauba 17/04/03(Mon)00:39 No. 24962 ID: 36601e

>>827922

Other story? Like, another one before this? My friend, there is no 'before this'. This story does not occur in time; it has become time. It has been going since the infinite past, and will continue into the infinite future. It has witnessed the creation and destruction of all existence. It existed before any of us was born, and it will continue to exist long after we are all dead.


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Anonymous 17/04/04(Tue)05:17 No. 24963 ID: 2805a7

>>24962
Pretty much this, honestly. There is only The Wait.


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/04/04(Tue)07:46 No. 24964 ID: 07bd1b

>>24963

Becoming a fan of Roommates is equivalent to being stuck in Purgatory: you're trapped for eternity until you purge all of your sins.

Your sins include fapping to Roommates, so you're here forever.

Also, what other story am I supposed to have written?


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Waxing Carnauba 17/04/08(Sat)18:24 No. 24979 ID: ac35ba

>>24964

Thankfully, if there's one person who knows how to abandon Limbo...


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Waxing Carnauba 17/04/13(Thu)01:35 No. 24993 ID: a5a433

>>24979
Judging by update frequency, my first guess would be the latest book in the Game of Thrones series...

(Just kidding. Keep doing what works for you. We'll all gladly wait 3 months for a masterpiece than wait 5 minutes for a hastily shat-out turd.)


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/04/14(Fri)00:44 No. 24994 ID: 07bd1b

>>24993

>"OP, when's the next chapter?"
>*kills another Stark*

Working on finishing the second half of this chapter, been busy lately.


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Anonymous 17/04/20(Thu)15:21 No. 25002 ID: a0a82d

Well I just discovered this and read it all and I've got to say that it's fucking amazing. The fact that it's been going on for over 5 years now is mind-boggling. Keep doing what you're doing OP, but if I can make a suggestion: there should be more kissing, we need more CUTE


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Anonymous 17/04/21(Fri)20:17 No. 25004 ID: 169625

The brother would make for a good antagonist.


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Anonymous 17/04/22(Sat)17:21 No. 25005 ID: 454e92

What do we need an antagonist for. What we need, in a few decades time when they've finally fallen into a regular banging schedule, is a classmate or someone to join in.


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Anonymous 17/04/23(Sun)05:35 No. 25006 ID: 169625

>>25005
An antagonist provides Sara opportunities to show character growth. What is she willing to give up for her love?


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Waxing Carnauba 17/04/25(Tue)22:16 No. 25010 ID: a0c099

>>25006

I think a human antagonist is a moot point. If anything, this is a 'man vs society' type of narrative with a dash of 'man vs himself'. Adding an active human antagonist would be tacked-on at this point.

In a sense, he does represent the source of conflict--whether it's as a negligent caregiver or as a closed-minded obstacle--but the 'moustache-twirling villain' he most certainly is not.


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Anonymous 17/04/26(Wed)18:26 No. 25011 ID: 4e4cc4

antagonist would make no sense, it would instantly end the story with main dude going to jail and her going into therapy


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Anonymous 17/04/29(Sat)05:57 No. 25014 ID: 601e55

Does she get her ass licked at least this time?


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Anonymous 17/04/29(Sat)15:32 No. 25015 ID: 55c0c2

I cannot sleep anymore. Since I discovered this story, I feel like I always knew Sara. I'm in love with her. I want to see more of her, I want her to speak to me. I want to do boyfriend-gilfriend things to her.

I stopped feeding myself. I sometimes cry, buried in my bed, thinking of her. I bought panties with frogs and white panties with a blue ribbon on ebay. Those were expensive.

The only reason why I get up is to check if OP delivered, and I decided to stop eating until he does so.


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/04(Thu)12:26 No. 25021 ID: 07bd1b

>>25015

>buying panties online is expensive

Or go to Wal-Mart and buy 'em for two bucks a pop.

>Not eating until OP delivers

You're gonna look like a typhus victim then, assuming you live long enough.

Fear not: I'm nearly done with the next chapter (or, really, second half of the current chapter), I just need to have time to get around to it. Nothing catastrophic has happened to me (recently), just super busy.


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Waxing Carnauba 17/05/04(Thu)23:19 No. 25022 ID: dae653

>I bought panties with frogs and white panties with a blue ribbon on ebay.

Welcome to the FBI watch list.


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Anonymous 17/05/12(Fri)09:21 No. 25028 ID: b59e2d

>>25021
You got this, OP. I believe in you!!


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/28(Sun)16:01 No. 25038 ID: 07bd1b

This half of the chapter is shorter than it originally was; I moved a lot of events into the next chapter so that this one would end at a logical point and so would the next one.

Hope you like it.

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After that, things sort of fell into a routine again. On days when Bill was around, we didn't do anything sexual, but we did socialize more than we had before. Rather than locking herself in her room most of the time and only sometimes coming out to join me, Sara now spent the majority of her time in the living room with me, playing video games, watching movies, sitting on the couch reading books, that sort of thing. Bill seemed to like it, commenting that she was much more active and cheerful now than she used to be.

Bill, for his part, still remained secluded in his room most of the time. The only hints I ever got to his activities were occasional music I could hear coming from his room; apparently he liked 80's rock and new retro wave. Occasionally he would join us in our living room activities, but usually he was in his room with the door shut.

Not that Sara and I minded that much, mind you. We'd taken to cuddling up under a blanket together on the couch while we watched movies; the blanket conveniently hid any sordid activities should Bill temporarily emerge from his room. Sara's tiny little boobs gave me something new to fondle during move time, but she preferred my wandering hands stay between her legs.

When Bill's class schedule meant we had the apartment to ourselves for a couple of hours, nudity was mandatory. Sara would swallow my load two, maybe three times, I'd bring her to a shuddering orgasm at least once (she seemed to get more sensitive after orgasming and didn't always feel comfortable trying to go for a second), and we'd spend the rest of the time just feeling each other's bodies and enjoying one another's company. Occasionally we showered together, especially when I'd gotten Sara a bit stickier than usual, but showers were usually done solo because of the aforementioned fact that most bath tubs just aren't designed for two people.

So it was that, on one of the days Bill had late classes and I had most of the afternoon off, I was in my room doing exercises in the nude to get myself ready for the day's sexiness. I heard the door to the apartment open and slam shut almost simultaneously, and my little twelve year old girlfriend appeared in the doorway to my room, already shucking her clothing.

"Well hello! Eager to get at it, huh?"

She grinned and flopped onto my bed spread-eagled, exposing her naked body to my hungry gaze. I joined her on the bed and, cradling her head with one hand, delivered my best passionate kiss right on her lips.

I'm sure that as far as kissing goes, I was still a clumsy geek, but the recipient was just as inexperienced as I was and much younger, so it had its desired effect: I got to see her blush that adorable shade of red as she murmured, "wow".

After that, she trembled in my arms in anticipation as I ran my hands all over her body, loving the new toys she'd grown for me until she winced and gently pushed my hand away from her sensitive buds.

"Sorry, did I squeeze too hard?"

"A little."

We resumed, and after another minute or two of kissing and groping, she slid down to position herself between my legs and took my penis into her mouth. I laid back and relaxed, her hair tickling my hips as her head bobbed up and down. It was only a few minutes before I felt the tightness in my balls and whispered, "Ok sweetie, I'm about to come."

I'd gotten her well trained by that point and no longer put my hand on her head to keep her from jerking away when I came. She continued bobbing her head up and down on my dick for a short while, then held only the head in her mouth while one little hand pumped my shaft vigorously. I grunted as I came and she waited until I finished before pulling me out of her mouth with a slurp and swallowing.

"Good job, kiddo," I said appreciatively. She really had become a little expert on blowjobs by this point.

She grinned at my praise, then slid up to spoon against me, spreading her legs to give me access. Before long, she was breathing heavily, her cheeks and crotch were the same flushed red, and my hand was becoming somewhat slick as she moistened up rapidly.

As she built toward orgasm, she began to pant heavily, making little squeaks of pleasure, and, gasping between every word, she suddenly declared, "S-Scott! I love you!" right before arching her back, clenching her fists and toes, and going through quite possibly the most intense orgasm of her short life up until that point.

When it was over, she slumped against me, going completely limp and panting for breath. I kissed her sweaty forehead and whispered, "I love you too." And I meant it. I knew she did too, but at the time I didn't fully realize the implications of her declaration of love. The full depth of meaning. I loved her, I really did, but while it was partly romantic, my love for her was still mostly like that of a big brother for his cute little sister, at least at the time. But she was IN love with me, and when you're young and full of hormones and emotions, that sort of thing can consume you fully. I remember how obsessed I was with my first crush, and I'd never gotten to be with her. Here Sara was, in love for the first time in her life, with the only person she considered a friend, and having an intimate, physical relationship.

I knew I'd hit the point of no return with my own actions, but at the time I hadn't really considered how I was affecting Sara. If I'd crossed the Rubicon and gotten well and truly to the point where I couldn't take back anything I'd done, I'd also unknowingly plunged her off the deep end. It was a testimony to my ignorance and own selfishness that I hadn't really thought about the affect I was having on Sara.

But, at the time, I was largely clueless and just cuddled her affectionately, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about how special she was... and she believed every word of it.

Yeah, in hindsight, even if I didn't do it intentionally and did grow to love her as much as she loved me, it still makes me feel like a piece of shit who took advantage of a naive, vulnerable girl. One could even call it brainwashing.

After a couple of minutes, she finally caught her breath and recovered from her orgasm and began cuddling me back. But she seemed somewhat distracted, and after a bit she wiggled down so our crotches were even with each other and took my softening penis in her hand, seeming to study it, almost like she was comparing our respective genitals.

"Whatcha doin', kiddo?"

"... when do you want to have sex? For real?"

It honestly took a lot of self-control not to say 'right now', but that only lasted for a moment; my stomach fluttered, my heart raced, and I suddenly got nervous.

Shit. There was a LOT involved. I was pretty sure she was physically big enough to safely have sex, but she was a virgin and close inspection had revealed her hymen was intact. And while I wasn't hung like a horse, I wasn't tiny either; surreptitious internet research revealed I was a full inch longer and nearly half an inch thicker than average. Combine those facts, and it was guaranteed that her first time was going to hurt. Possibly a lot.

You also had to factor in that I was a virgin too, and I was going to be clumsy and awkward while doing the deed.

So, I tried to explain this to her as well as I could.

"It's ok if it hurts. I want to do it."

I did too. I'd already long decided that I was going to be her first, and she was going to be mine.

So that was it. She wanted to do it, and so did I. This was a thing that was going to happen.

But not right then. I had to do some research first, to make sure I didn't actually hurt her.

"Tell you what; Bill has that weekend trip in a couple weeks, so we'll have the place all to ourselves for a couple days. Let's do it then."

"Ok."

I held her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around mine and we lay there for a while. I buried my face in the top of her head, breathing in her sweaty little girl scent and the faint, flowery smell of the shampoo she'd used that morning, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't relax. My heart was still going a thousand miles a minute.

We were going to do it.


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Anonymous 17/05/28(Sun)23:47 No. 25039 ID: d91981

>>25038
TEASE!


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Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)02:28 No. 25040 ID: 07f23c

>>25038

Five years... it took nearly five years to come to this. But it's finally going to happen.

Sweet, sweet lovemaking for real, this time.

We love you, OP.


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Anonymous 17/05/29(Mon)03:21 No. 25041 ID: 3d0c5d

>>25038
I don't know what the literary equivalent of kino is, but this is it. This is what got me to understand loli.

Also
>"S-Scott! I love you! "
This feels like the first time we've gotten his name, was that intentional?


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/29(Mon)13:42 No. 25045 ID: 07bd1b

>>25041

Quite deliberate. The narrator is telling things from his perspective, and since he knows who he is and the audience (in-story) knows who he is, names are unnecessary. I threw that in partly so the readers could put a face on him, and partly to show how serious this moment is in the story.

It's not the only significant thing that's going to happen with names in the story, but that's for later.

>>25040

Just think of this story like a fine wine: if you uncork it and chug the whole thing a week after it was bottled, it's just swill. You gotta let it age properly and develop subtle notes and undertones before drinking it slowly to appreciate all it has to offer.

Or so I'm told; I don't care for wine and I'm just a hack who writes a loli story on the internet.

Next chapter is going to be a big one, building up to the big moment. I would like to do it all at once and not blueball you with another cliffhanger, but I make no promises.


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Anonymous 17/05/30(Tue)02:00 No. 25046 ID: 454e92

>It's not the only significant thing that's going to happen with names in the story

Marriage confirmed
We'll probably get there by 2035


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OP!!L1ZTV3LGZl 17/05/30(Tue)02:10 No. 25047 ID: 07bd1b

>>25046

>2035

Ah, an optimist.

Also, no, not what I was hinting at.


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Anonymous 17/06/02(Fri)11:27 No. 25052 ID: 6e03e6

>>25038
thanks a lot OP. That was very good. I can eat now.


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Anonymous 17/06/06(Tue)01:18 No. 25055 ID: 6d0371

please for the love of all gods, let him cum inside her

thanks for the fantastic story!

<3


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Anonymous 17/06/06(Tue)05:31 No. 25056 ID: 43bc8a

>>25055
Then impregnate her.


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Anonymous 17/06/09(Fri)09:45 No. 25057 ID: 6e03e6

approximately when can we expect the next chapter to come? Last time I stopped eating, this time I'll stop masturbating myself until the next one.

Please OP my balls are blue already.


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Anonymous 17/06/10(Sat)03:13 No. 25058 ID: fc3b1d

Please have her look at him and say "I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum.." or something like that, Op. I love that stuff



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