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Chapter 3
Royal Union
When I awoke later that afternoon, it took me a few seconds to get my bearings. It wasn't the fact that the room was unusual; I still hadn't gotten used to my own room in my new house, so this wasn't all that different. It was the fact that I had something warm and soft pressed against my side. I glanced over and saw Sarah's face only a few inches away, so soft and beautiful with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. At once, all of the memories of the day's events came back, and I couldn't help smiling myself.
Is this what it's like to have a girlfriend? I wondered. In fact, I wondered just what Sarah felt toward me. She had voluntarily taken her clothes off in front of me, but maybe that wasn't such a big deal to her. I already knew she liked to sunbathe naked, so perhaps she was just a nudist at heart. And since I had already seen her without her clothes, maybe she just didn't feel like it mattered in front of me.
She had kissed me too, but how much of that had been Sarah and how much Princess Allura? For all I knew, she had kissed hundreds of boys, a thought that admittedly made me a little jealous. Maybe she just thought I was a kid, an immature little boy that was fun to play with. Maybe her feelings toward me were like a younger brother, or worse, like a pet dog.
No, I couldn't believe that. My Sarah wouldn't be so cruel. Didn't she say she wanted to marry me? Okay, maybe that was Princess Allura talking about Kenneth Shadowbane, but there had to be at least some attraction there.
However she felt about me, I decided that as far as I was concerned, she was my girlfriend. If she didn't think the same thing about me, well, we had all summer for her to change her mind.
A few minutes later, Sarah woke too. She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes for a moment, a smile on her face.
"How do you feel now, Kenneth Shadowbane?" she asked.
"Much better," I replied. "Your healing magic did the trick."
"Good. When my father the King hears about your sacrifice on my behalf, he'll wish to reward you."
"No need; it was worth it," I replied. On that, both Kenny Grant and Kenneth Shadowbane definitely agreed.
"Perhaps you could make it your full-time job to be my protector. Silverfen has many enemies, and I'm likely to get into trouble again."
I knew what she was hinting at, and I decided to play along.
"I would be honored, but I don't know how appropriate that would be. I would need to be with you twenty-four hours a day."
Her face lit up with delight as she saw that I had taken the hint. "Well, there's an easy solution to that too," she said. "Kenneth, I've been watching you for a long time. Even before you started training me to defend myself, I used to sit at my bedroom window in the castle watching the road any time I heard that you were coming to the court of Silverfen. Every time I saw the gleam of the sunlight on your armor, my heart would leap in my breast. You were always so gallant, brave, and exciting. I listened to the tales that people told of your adventures and I wished I was there by your side. And when you saved me from the Shadow Monsters, I knew that it was meant to be. We were meant to be. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Uh, I think so," I replied, embarrassed by her praise.
"And how do you feel about me?" she asked.
"Um... I think you're... pretty."
"Just pretty?"
"Beautiful," I corrected. "And um..." My mind was a blank right now; I was admittedly lacking in eloquence, especially compared to Sarah. Or Princess Allura, rather.
"Have you been sneaking glances at me too?"
"Yeah."
"And does your heart leap in your chest whenever you see me too?"
"Yeah."
"Then that settles it! My father has been looking for a man to whom he will give my hand in marriage. None of the princes of any of the nearby kingdoms are strong or brave enough to be my protector, so he's given up on royalty. He says I must marry someone who is strong enough to protect me from harm yet gentle and affectionate with me. I think maybe he's already made up his mind that you're the one. That's why he asked you to train me in self-defense. He wanted to get us together to see how we got along."
"Your father's pretty sneaky," I said with a grin.
"Maybe. But it's for a good cause. What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea."
"I was hoping you would say that," she smiled. "So now that we're sort of unofficially betrothed, would you give me another kiss?"
"You bet!" I exclaimed enthusiastically. I drew in, and once more our lips touched. It was just as passionate and beautiful as the first time, and perhaps just a little less awkward now that I was getting the hang of it. I wanted to do more, so much more, with Sarah, but had no idea how to start. For now, I just had to content myself with whatever she gave me.
I was so overwhelmed by the kiss that I almost didn't hear the front door open. Fortunately, Sarah's mom decided to call her immediately upon entering the house. Sarah's eyes grew wide at the sound, realizing that she was still naked. Footsteps on the stairs told us that her mother was coming up to check on us.
There was no time for Sarah to get dressed. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and dashed for the closet, which fortunately had a door that she could close behind her. I grabbed my shirt and threw it on a moment before Sarah's mother opened the bedroom door and peeked in.
"Oh hi, Kenny," she smiled. "Where's Sarah?"
"Um... I don't know..." I stammered.
"You don't know?"
Somehow, miraculously, my mind hit upon a suitable lie. "We're playing hide-and-seek," I said.
She laughed good-naturedly. "I'd say you're a little too old for those games, but last night Sarah went on and on about how you have the imagination of a child. I mean that in only the best of ways, of course. So I guess you like to play those kinds of games too. Sometimes I wish Sarah was still a little girl so I could play games like that with her. Maybe we all have a bit of a child in us, and it looks like you're letting yours out. I think that's wonderful. Anyway, I stopped by the store on the way home from work and I need her to help me carry in the groceries."
"Oh, I'll help, Mrs. Laurent," I offered. I normally tried to get out of doing chores, but I was happy to do anything that would get her out of the bedroom.
"Thank you, Kenny," she said graciously, and I followed her down the stairs and out to the car.
We were just finishing putting the groceries away when Sarah descended the stairs, dressed and composed and showing no sign that anything naughty had gone on a couple of minutes before.
"I guess that means you gave up on trying to find me," she told me, playing along with my earlier explanation. "So I win."
"Yep. You win," I conceded, despite the fact that we hadn't actually been playing the game that we had told her mother. And despite my concession, I certainly felt like I had won some kind of victory today.
Now that Sarah's mother had returned, we had to put the real game on hold, so for the rest of the afternoon, we just sat on the couch and discussed my world some more. Sarah wanted to try her hand at drawing maps, so she got some paper and together we redesigned Silverfen. I hadn't put nearly as much thought into that kingdom as I had put into Elderhaven, so I didn't mind making changes. I figured it was appropriate for Sarah to be the one to draw the map, considering she was part of the Silverfen royal family after all. Even Sarah's mom, amused at our imagination, gave some suggestions. That was fine too; she was the queen after all.
The king arrived home not long after, then a few minutes later my mom called to let me know that she was back. I said my goodbyes, Sarah gave me a hug, and then I journeyed across the yard to Elderhaven.
***
That night, I lurked in the shadows of my bedroom, the lights off. I hung back away from the window so that I couldn't be seen, but still where I had a perfect view of Sarah's room across the way. Maybe she was right; maybe I really was a pervert. But I was a thirteen-year-old boy, so at least I had an excuse. All I knew was that if tonight were anything like last night, she would give me a nice show.
After her full nudity earlier in the day, one might imagine that I would have no need to hide in the shadows hoping for a peep show. But I had been thinking about her all day, and I'll admit that my thoughts weren't the most wholesome. I wanted to see more of her, especially stripped down to her undies or less. Maybe I would get my wish.
Sarah's bedroom light was on, but she wasn't yet in the room. I had gone to bed early just in case, but it had been almost forty-five minutes with no action, and I was beginning to regret my decision.
I was growing drowsy, and was just beginning to nod off when Sarah's bedroom door opened, and she stepped inside. I immediately sat upright, literally shivering from anticipation.
She glanced in my direction, and for a moment I thought she could see me. Then she turned and stepped out of my view. I sighed in frustration, figuring that was the end of the show.
I was wrong.
A minute later she returned to the window, this time stripped down to her bra and panties. My heart pounded in my chest and I trembled in excitement as she stood there, facing directly toward me but with her head a little to the side as if she had no idea I was watching. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't. But she certainly didn't seem too shy about standing there in the open window. Granted, the shutters blocked the view from the street, and I knew there were no other windows on this side of my house, so the only person who could possibly see her was me, and I had already seen plenty this afternoon.
She reached behind her back, and I couldn't help but grin. A couple of seconds later, my patience paid off. Her hands dropped to her side, and her bra slipped off her body and tumbled to the floor. I found myself staring at her gorgeous bare chest. Still she casually looked in a different direction, as if the thought that I might be hiding in the dark never occurred to her.
When she yawned and stretched, shoving her chest forward in the process, my heart leaped in my chest. The sight of that sexy pose on the very beautiful and very topless Sarah Laurent would forever be burned into my memory. Then she lifted her arms and locked her fingers behind her head in an even sexier pose. Was she doing it on purpose? It was really just a relaxed position, and if she wore a shirt I would think nothing of it. But like this it showed off her chest marvelously.
When she dropped her hands to her side again, it would have been disappointing, except that she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them halfway down her thighs. Instead of bending over to take them off, she wiggled her hips so that they would fall down by themselves. I found that little hip-wiggle even sexier than either of her previous poses. By this time, my heart was pounding so hard that I was sure that if I were thirty years older I would have had a heart attack by now.
Finally, after nearly sending me into cardiac arrest, she turned away from the window. If I thought that signaled the end of the show, I was seriously mistaken. First, she strode over to her bed, which was in view of the window, and I noticed with glee that her hips swung in a most delightful manner as she walked. Then she sort of rolled onto the bed, reclining on her side facing me with her head propped up on one of her hands. I wondered if she planned to sleep all night naked like that, with her light on and the window open. If so, I doubted I would get much sleep.
She yawned again, then scratched her hip. That scratch somehow metamorphosed into a kind of a caress, at first her fingertips just making lazy circles around the immediate area, then gradually expanding until she rubbed her whole hip. I watched in eager fascination, nearly drooling at the sight and wishing I was the one doing the rubbing. I had had a taste of her skin and knew how soft it was, but that one taste had left me craving more.
Her hand found its way down to her stomach and she rubbed herself casually there too. Maybe she liked the feel of her skin as much as I did. I knew that if I were in her body, I would spend all day just running my hands all over myself. Maybe I would start with my hips, then move on to my stomach like she did, then gradually wander up...
She wandered up. I literally had to bite down on my hand to stifle a groan as her hand slipped onto one of her breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed as she fondled herself there. At first she was content to just caress herself gently, then she deliberately sought out her nipple and began squeezing and pulling on it. I watched in awe as my princess, no, my goddess, played with her own body. It was almost too much to bear.
She kept that up for the longest time, and I could see her getting worked up over it. She had her mouth slightly open, and although I couldn't hear her from that distance, I could tell from the way her whole body moved that she was breathing heavily. Her eyes remained closed, no doubt a sign that she was lost in the ecstasy of the feeling.
Then she shifted her position. She swung her legs forward and off the bed, spreading them and giving me an awe-inspiring view of the treasure between them. The rest of her body lay back on the bed, with her head propped up on a pillow. My throat was dry and parched as I watched her move one of her hands with excruciating slowness, down her body, past her breasts, her rib cage, her stomach, and finally to her thigh. I bit my tongue to stifle a groan as she ran a single finger right down her beautiful slit. My eyes were locked on the motion as she traced that indentation up and down, back and forth, over and over again. She added a sideways movement, until she was actually making little circles around the area. She seemed to focus more on the top for some reason, and although in my inexperience I didn't know why, I correctly guessed that it was somehow more pleasurable there.
Her hand wasn't the only thing moving though. Her whole body reacted to the pleasure that she was giving herself. Her hips squirmed on the bed, falling into the rhythm that her hands set. I could see her tensing up and relaxing in time to that same rhythm. It was almost like a kind of music, but music with no sound. Different parts of her body moved in different ways but always together, blending into a kind of harmony with the melody centered between her legs. There was a sensuous energy there, a dancing, pulsating energy that I could sense even from all the way over here.
I was so engrossed in the motion of her hands between her legs that I almost missed what was happening on her face. She was mouthing something over and over again, a word or a short phrase. As soon as I noticed it, I tried my hardest to read her lips to figure out what she was saying. Of course, she wasn't making a sound; her parents were right downstairs after all, and it wouldn't do to alert them to her nocturnal activities. But at least her lips made the motions.
Then I gasped as I realized that it wasn't a word, but a name. Kenneth. She was fantasizing about me.
More specifically, she was fantasizing about my alter ego, but it amounted to the same thing. Maybe even now she was playing her role of Princess Allura. Maybe what we had done today had gotten her as excited as it had gotten me. Here was this gorgeous girl, this perfect princess, playing with herself as she thought of me! I could hardly believe it.
When she tensed up one last time and held her body suspended in that position for a few seconds, I realized what was happening. I was actually watching a girl having an orgasm! I couldn't remember ever seeing anything so wonderful in my entire life. It was especially exciting because it was someone I knew. This was Sarah, my best friend. Yes, even in just the two days that I had known her, I could honestly say that she was my best friend. Furthermore, I couldn't deny that I had a major crush on her. Seeing her like this was about the most thrilling sight imaginable.
She finally relaxed, letting out a long, contented sigh. She lay there panting for a few minutes, then climbed out of bed and strode over to the light. She turned it off, and I knew that the show had finally come to an end.
With that, I climbed into bed, both happy that I had seen it and frustrated that it was over. I did not doubt that I would dream about what I had seen all night.
I had just about drifted off to sleep when the light across the way turned on again. I heard my name being whispered loudly. It came from the window, so I knew immediately who it was. I climbed out of bed and walked over to the window, peeking out at Sarah across the way. She had dressed in a bathrobe, to my disappointment. Since she had spent so much time nude in my presence already, I had half-expected to see her wearing nothing.
"Hi Sarah," I smiled.
"Hi Kenny," she replied. She made no sign that she knew that I had been watching her, so I decided not to bring it up either.
"Tomorrow's the big day," she told me instead.
"The big day?"
"Yes. The most important day of Kenneth Shadowbane's and Princess Allura's life."
"Oh," I grinned. Of course. The wedding. In truth I was more than nervous about it; I was terrified. I didn't know what Sarah expected of me. What if I was thinking something completely different from what she thought? What if I did something she didn't like, and ended up ruining our whole friendship over it? It wasn't the type of thing I could just come out and ask her about, either. She might call me a pervert just for thinking it. Of course, she had already called me a pervert and it hadn't hurt things between us, so maybe I was worrying over nothing.
"Tell you what," said Sarah. "I'll have to get some things ready, so don't come over right away as soon as your mom leaves in the morning. I'll call you when I'm ready for you."
"Sure," I shrugged.
"And Kenny, thanks for being willing to do this for me. I know you don't want to, but it means a lot to me."
"That's fine," I said, still wondering just what was going to happen tomorrow.
"Okay, good night Kenny," she smiled.
"Good night Sarah," I replied, then we both closed our windows and went to bed.
***
I woke up early the next morning, which was a shame because it meant I would have to wait a couple of hours before seeing her again. I would almost have preferred to sleep in until it was time to go over to her house. On the other hand, I wasn't sure what I was in for today; she had been adamant about acting out our wedding night, which had all kinds of implications. So I needed time to prepare myself for just about anything. It might be as innocent as dressing up in formal clothes and acting out some kind of ceremony (yuck!) or it could go as far as having sex.
Sex. Surprisingly, that thought scared me. It wasn't that I would be opposed to having sex with Sarah. The truth was that I would like nothing more. But I was still a virgin. Hell, until I met her, I didn't even get along with any girls. I didn't know what to do or how to act; my knowledge of the physical act was limited to a brief description in sex-ed and a few naughty pictures on the internet. Maybe Sarah was a little more experienced. Maybe not. I actually hoped she had done it before, so that she could show me what to do.
All that was assuming that we were going to do it. Maybe when we got to the "wedding night" she would just want to cuddle like we had done yesterday. I could be getting myself all worked up over nothing. I just couldn't get the whole idea out of my mind though. And now, in the morning with a clear head, I was starting to think that Sarah had known all along that I was watching last night when she put on her little display for me. Was there a reason why she did that? Did she want to get me excited for what would happen today?
Still thinking about that, I showered and dressed, then met my mother downstairs at the breakfast table. I ate in silence, and she knew enough not to interrupt me when I got in these pensive moods. They were usually a sign that I was designing new elements for my world, and the last thing my creative genius needed was for someone to interrupt me and break my train of thought.
She did kiss me on the cheek and say goodbye to me when it was time for her to leave, and she asked where Sarah was. I replied that Sarah said she would be a little late today, which seemed to satisfy her. She exited out the front door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I didn't know whether to feel anxious or excited when the phone rang. I answered it, pleased to hear Sarah's voice. She explained that both her parents were gone too, and it was time for me to come over. She told me to meet her in her bedroom. I hung up the receiver and hurried across to Silverfen.
With a tornado of emotions rushing through my heart, I ascended the stairs to her tower. I hadn't been this nervous since hunting the Necromancer of the Frozen Swamp. I still had no idea what to expect, or how to act. With trepidation, I opened Sarah's bedroom door and peered in.
There she lay on her bed, completely nude and on top of the covers. She wasn't tied up like yesterday, but she reclined in a relaxed and sexy position.
"Hello my husband," she said in a sultry voice. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing! I had wondered just what she expected of me, but now that I knew, I was even more frightened. I had never done anything like this before; I had no idea what to do. What if I completely screwed it up? What if I was no good? What if--
"You must be exhausted after all of the dragon slaying and demon hunting you've been doing lately," said Sarah. "Take off your things and come to bed, my dearest Kenneth Shadowbane."
I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I gulped, which did nothing to ease my dry throat. If I wasn't careful, I was likely to start hyperventilating.
"Would you like your new bride to help you out of your raiment?" she asked. I nodded dumbly, and she beckoned me toward the bed. I slipped off my shoes and shuffled in a daze toward her and climbed onto the bed, lying down next to her.
Sarah reached for the bottom of my shirt, grabbing it by the base and lifting it upward. I raised my arms to make it easier for her, and she pulled the garment off. Then she slipped her hand onto my chest and began to rub me like she had yesterday. When she rested it on my pounding heart, she gave me a comforting smile.
"Nervous?" she asked.
"No," I denied, though it was an obvious lie.
She laughed. "Of course you aren't," she smiled. "Kenneth Shadowbane is afraid of nothing. But what if I ask that same question to Kenny Grant?"
I nodded. She leaned over and kissed me. "It's okay," she said. "Everyone's nervous the first time. And I don't expect you to be the greatest lover in the world, at least not yet. Maybe we'll work on that later. For now, just think of this as one more adventure for Kenneth Shadowbane. And remember that Princess Allura loves him more than anything in the world."
That made me feel a lot better. Sarah wouldn't judge me. I was still in awe that this beautiful girl wanted to do this with me, but she also wanted me to feel comfortable, and right now, I did.
She moved her hands up to my biceps. "What strong arms you have, my dearest Kenneth," she said. "Your muscles are toned from years of fighting. You must be the strongest man in the realm." Then she took my own hands in hers. "But your hands are so soft," she continued. "Strange for a man who spends his days carrying a sword." She placed my hand on her breast. "Oh, be gentle with me, my brave strong hero!" she pleaded.
"I'll be very gentle with you," I replied, getting into the act. I tenderly ran my hand over her soft flesh, excited beyond belief. This was far better than just watching from the window. I was actually touching Sarah, feeling her beautiful body.
She sighed and closed her eyes, lying back. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept rubbing her. No doubt she would guide me when she wanted me to do something else. For now, though, she seemed content to just let me fondle her like that.
I watched her gorgeous face as I toyed with her body. She wore the same expression there that she had last night when playing with herself. It was a look of both lust and also happiness, a surrender to the pleasure of her body. The difference was that I was really here this time. She didn't have to fantasize. At least, she didn't have to fantasize as much. I knew that she was still thinking about Kenneth Shadowbane, not about Kenny Grant. But Kenny Grant was more than happy to step into that role for her.
After a few minutes of enjoying the feel of my hand, she took it and moved it to her other breast, the one furthest from me. Then she opened her eyes, reached up, and put her hand behind my head. She gently pulled me down, and I thought she wanted to kiss me again. But instead, she guided my head to her chest.
"Oh Kenneth!" she exclaimed. "Are you really going to put your mouth there? How I've dreamed of you doing that to me!"
I got the hint, and grinned as I realized just what she wanted. I planted a kiss right on her nearest nipple. She arched her back and let out a moan at the contact. "Oh god, that feels so good, Kenneth! Please don't stop!"
I didn't. Now that I had a new way to please her, I put my all into it. At first I was content to just kiss around the whole area, but what I really wanted was to taste it. I stuck out my tongue and ran it all over the nipple, causing her to groan even louder. It was a good thing her parents weren't home, because Sarah was being quite noisy. Fortunately, both parents worked until the late afternoon, and it was still morning.
Sarah grabbed my hand again and moved it down her body. I reveled in the feel of her skin and the anticipation of where I was headed. She kept her eyes closed, smiling the whole way.
"Oh, Kenneth, you're so manly!" she said. "I love the way you just take control like that!"
I couldn't help but chuckle, and she let out a giggle as well. She had been in complete control right from the beginning, and we both knew it. She was just teasing me, but she did it so good-naturedly that I really couldn't find any fault with her. Besides, I was having way too much fun.
When my hand reached its destination, Sarah placed her own hand on top of it and gently moved it to show me what to do. I'm glad she did, because I certainly wouldn't have been able to figure it out on my own. I knew there was probably some rubbing involved, but without her help I would have been lost.
She had fortunately warmed herself up a little before I arrived, so she was already fairly loose and quite damp. All I had to do was fondle her a little. She had me run my fingers around the bump at the top of her slit, tracing little circles around it. That had a noticeable effect on Sarah; her breathing grew immediately heavier and her body squirmed on the bed. I was surprised at how much influence that little motion of my hand could have on her body. Whatever I was doing, I was doing it right.
Eventually she took her hand away and let me do it on my own. I continued to finger her, figuring she would guide me when she wanted something else. In the mean time, I was getting a little excited myself; my pants were feeling extraordinarily cramped, and I needed to do something to relieve the pressure.
"Sarah," I said.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "You mean Princess Allura?" she asked.
"Yes. Princess Allura. Can I... can I take my pants off?"
She gave a friendly laugh. "Of course you may, my dear sweet husband. In fact, let me help you." She unfastened my belt, then unzipped my pants. With one quick motion, she had my pants and shorts down below my knees. I groaned in relief as my cock sprang free.
"Oh my," she said as she stared at it. "I had no idea it would be so big. But then, I should have expected nothing less from such a big, strong, brave warrior such as yourself." It wasn't true, of course; I was still only thirteen and still growing after all. But I did enjoy the compliment, fictitious as it was.
Sarah's hand reached out and wrapped around the shaft, and I groaned again. It was the first time a girl had ever touched me there, and it felt amazing. The pleasure was so intense that I almost lost it right there. Fortunately, she sensed that I was right on the edge, and waited until the moment had passed and I calmed down again. Then she started to gently stroke it.
I had paused in my own ministrations for the moment, but now I took up where I had left off, rubbing her between the legs again. Somehow during the process I managed to shuck my pants, leaving me in only my socks. Sarah gripped my cock tightly and pulled me toward her. I ended up climbing onto the bed beside her.
"Lie down," she whispered, and I reclined next to her. She released me, but only so that she could put her hand behind my head and draw me in for another kiss. This was the best one yet, mainly because of the feel of her entire body this time. It was so warm, so soft, and so intensely enjoyable.
After we broke the kiss and I dizzily lay my head down on the bed, Sarah sat up. She reached down to my feet and worked on my socks. Since we were already mostly nude it really didn't matter, but on the other hand, I realized that it symbolized the crossing of one more threshold. In a few seconds I would officially be naked with a girl for the first time in my entire life.
My socks came off, and Sarah rolled over on top of me to kiss me again. I could feel my cock pressing against her hot belly, nestled comfortably between our bodies. For a moment that was enough, but there was another place that it longed to be, and I knew that soon it would find its way there.
When Sarah drew back from the kiss, she smiled lovingly down at me. I gazed into her eyes, and at that moment I knew that I was in love with her.
"Sarah," I breathed.
She laughed. "You keep saying that name," she said. "I would think that by now you would remember my name. We're married after all."
"Allura," I corrected, playing along. "I love you."
"I love you too, Kenneth," she responded. "And now I think it's time we proved it to each other." She rolled off of me and lay back, but she kept her hand behind my head and pulled me along with her, so that I ended up on top.
"Go on," she said. "Put it inside me."
"Really?" I asked, probably about the dumbest question possible. But like she had hinted at earlier, she didn't judge me.
"Really," was all she said.
I scooted my body down a couple of inches, raised myself up, and placed my cock at the entrance to her hole. I was so excited I could barely line it up correctly. Fortunately, Sarah helped me out by spreading her outer lips with one hand while she guided my cock with the other.
"Now do it," she said. "Just push it in. Gently."
I did. Sarah gasped in pleasure as I pressed inside of her. I was overcome with pleasure too as I found myself buried inside her tight, hot tunnel. This is it, I realized. I'm finally having sex.
I couldn't claim to be the most perfect lover in the world, and I'm sure I made plenty of mistakes, but there were some things that just came by instinct. At first I moved stiffly and mechanically, but Sarah's smiling face helped me to relax, and as I did so, the pleasure took over and it became more like that musical dance that I had witnessed last night. Only this time, there were two instruments. My body and Sarah's found a rhythm, and from that point on, it all worked like magic. I thrust into her over and over again, and Sarah's hips rose up to meet each thrust. The feeling was amazing; I had often wondered what it would feel like, but the reality was so much better than the fantasy. It was made all the more splendid by the rest of Sarah's body rubbing against my own, her arms and legs wrapped around me. She moaned out loud, and it was by far the most thrilling sound I had ever heard. I was causing that sound in her. I was giving her sexual pleasure. It was almost too much to believe.
Of course, it didn't really last all that long. Maybe with more practice I would be able to hold out much longer, but the excitement was too overwhelming for me. It seemed like we had just barely fallen into that rhythm when I felt the pleasure spiking. I let it happen, luxuriating in the intenseness of the climax as I erupted inside of her.
Sarah apparently sensed it, and that caused her to go off too, or at least I assumed that was what happened. Her moans suddenly turned to a wail as her body tensed up and I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down tightly on my cock. We held each other tightly as our respective orgasms washed through us, until the pleasure eventually ebbed. Exhaustion overtook us, and our bodies collapsed together onto the bed.
I lay next to Sarah, tired and spent but supremely happy. It was, so far, the greatest experience of my entire life. I had shared something special with Sarah, and from the look on her face, she had enjoyed it just as much as I had. For the time being, life was absolutely perfect. Sarah and I were lovers, and nothing would ever come between us.
Or so I thought.
Chapter 4
The Fall of Silverfen
As before, we napped together on her bed. Since it was so early in the day, we didn't have to worry about her parents coming home and finding us like that, so we leisurely slumbered for a long time. Whenever I awoke, I would start stroking my lover's skin, and that felt so relaxing that I would immediately fall right back to sleep again. I awoke a couple of times to Sarah doing the same thing to me. It was such a simple yet tender act, something that seemed to bring us even closer together than the sex we had just shared. I knew I wanted to be with Sarah forever, and I suspected that she wanted the same thing.
When we finally got up, Princess Allura showed me to the Falls of Fire, a waterfall naturally heated by volcanic activity in the mountains in the south of Silverfen. It also happened to be conveniently located in the bathroom right down the hall from her bedroom. We bathed in the shower, washing each other's bodies. I was growing in confidence now that I was no longer a virgin, and especially since my princess enjoyed having me touch her like that. I was learning all kinds of things about the female body as I explored her with curiosity and delight.
She returned the favor, running her soapy hands all over me. She even got me semi-hard, although after what I had just been through, it was a wonder that she even managed to do that much. We hugged and kissed some more under the water, enjoying the time we had together to the fullest.
Strangely enough, after we left the shower and Sarah gathered up the sheets on her bed to toss them in the washer, we went right back to innocent playing. Somehow, miraculously, what we had shared had almost no effect on our friendship. True, Kenneth Shadowbane and Allura of Silverfen were now married, but there were still dragons to hunt, demons to defeat, and barbarian hordes to conquer. Allura wasn't content to just sit back and let her husband do all the fighting; she wanted to go out adventuring with me. Who was I to say no?
We didn't talk about what we had done that morning. I don't think it was out of embarrassment; rather, we just felt comfortable with it. There wasn't much that needed to be said. I hoped we could do the same thing again soon, but I didn't bring it up. If it happened, great. If not, well, I still had my memories. Besides, we still had most of the summer, so we were bound to end up in bed together again some time.
***
At lunchtime, Sarah suggested we eat in the fortress atop the mountain pass, where we could keep an eye on the barbarians that were gathering in the lowlands. We were safe for now, but last time I checked, it looked like they were preparing to march on Elderhaven. We would have to deal with them eventually, so we needed to make plans.
Sarah fixed a couple of sandwiches and poured some apple juice into a large thermos, then we headed out to my backyard and the tree house. Being somewhat smaller and lighter, I was more agile than her, but she still managed with only a little difficulty to scramble up after me. We surveyed the barbarian forces in the valley and determined that it would be some time before they had enough manpower to seriously challenge the Elderhaven Army, especially with the new alliance with Silverfen.
Allura was more interested in the mountain towering above us, the ancient plateau full of unknown dangers and unknown treasures. Legend had it that it had been cut off from the rest of the world for thousands, if not millions, of years, and the creatures there were like nothing anyone had ever seen before, except perhaps the lost tribe that had built a great empire there in the early days of the Elder World. No one knew if they still lived there, or if their civilization had collapsed. Princess Allura suggested we go explore that world some day soon. It would be an all-day trip, so we would have to plan it out in advance and bring provisions.
We talked more about the world of my imagination as we ate. Actually, it was beginning to feel more like the world of our imagination now, not that I begrudged her a bit of a claim on it. Rather, I welcomed it. For years it had existed only in my mind, but now that I had someone to share it with, that made it somehow more real. It also made me feel closer to Sarah, because in a way, we were the only two residents of that world.
We took a swim in her pool later, and unfortunately she insisted that we wear swimsuits. Apparently most of the sea monsters of Lake Nightmist were otherwise occupied, because we only had to fight off a couple of them. Princess Allura did wrap herself around me for protection from the mythical sea beasts when they threatened us, which really felt nice, but the monsters were no match for the Champion of the Elder World, so we spent more of our time just horsing around than in actual combat.
By the time her parents came home, we were dressed and back inside the house. My mom called me home a little later, so I gave Sarah one last hug and returned to my kingdom.
***
That night Sarah didn't give me a show, but instead we spent nearly half an hour talking across the space between our windows. We talked about nothing in particular, letting our conversation wander wherever it wanted to go. Half the time we played our parts as Kenneth and Allura, and half the time we were content to just be Kenny and Sarah. We switched back and forth so seamlessly that most of the time it really didn't matter which we were.
That seemed to define my relationship with her. There was so much blending of fantasy and reality that the two seemed to overlap and become one. When I looked at Sarah I saw a princess, and when she looked at me she saw a hero. It didn't matter that those were just characters in a fairy tale; as far as we were concerned, that was reality and the mundane existence of two teenagers in the modern world was just a frivolous game, a way of passing the time while we waited to return to our true forms.
It didn't help that she visited me in my dreams that night. Not that that was surprising; after what we had done that day, I would have been more surprised if I didn't dream about her. But the dream world was so much more vivid, and in that world there was no such thing as Kenny Grant and Sarah Laurent. We truly were the characters from our imagination. I replayed the capture and rescue of Allura by the Shadow Monsters, including the kiss and our snuggling later. Only this time, instead of rectangular walls meeting at right angles and the dull colors and geometric construction of her bedroom, it was the dark and morbid caverns of my enemies. Perhaps in other circumstances it might be considered a nightmare, but Kenneth Shadowbane feared none of the creatures that haunted the dreams of boys and girls. Especially when I had such a lovely target as Princess Allura.
In the end, I saved the girl and escaped the desolate caverns, and we rested in the magical grove, just the two of us. In the dream world I fell asleep in her arms, just in time to awake in the so-called real world.
***
Because it was Saturday and my mom was home all day, there was no need for Sarah to babysit me. But she called up and asked if she could come over anyway. Mom was more than happy to agree; I had never been particularly social, especially around the opposite sex, and I think she wanted to encourage me in that direction. Of course, I was delighted to have Sarah come over.
We spent almost the entire day just sitting on the couch and talking, making plans for our future adventures together. We never mentioned our marriage; neither of us were sure how our parents would take it. In a way, it was a kind of elopement. Granted, in the only world where the marriage was binding, her father the king approved and I had no parents that I knew of, but in the real world there were too many complications.
When Mom showed an interest in our discussion (she had always been supportive of me in that way), we explained that Sarah was Princess Allura, and that I was training her to defend herself against Silverfen's many enemies. That training involved going on various quests together.
That seemed to satisfy my mother, so we left it at that.
Sunday was much the same, except that we spent most of the time at Sarah's house. Her parents showed a surprising interest in our game for a couple of old people, and were particularly amused to learn that they were the King and Queen of Silverfen. I decided that I really liked them. I admit that I was looking forward to spending more time alone with Sarah, but since that wasn't possible on the weekends, I was content just to spend time with her whole family. When dinner time came around, Mrs. Laurent sent me across the yard to invite my mom to eat with them. Sarah's dad thought it was a good excuse to unpack the barbecue from the crate where they had stored it while moving into this house, so we ate grilled hamburgers out on the Laurents' back patio.
I was having a great time, and not just because Sarah sat by me the whole time. My mom seemed to get along just fine with the Laurents, which was good for me because the better friends our two families were, the more opportunities I would have to be with Sarah. I didn't relish the thought of a Romeo and Juliet type of relationship with her, and fortunately it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
***
On Monday, I received a pleasant surprise. I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that I would have another chance to spend all day alone with Sarah. That would give us the opportunity to do some things that we wouldn't want to do in front of our parents. I tried not to get too excited about it; nothing was guaranteed after all. But just the possibility was enough to put me in a good mood.
Sarah met me at the door just as my mom was leaving for work. Mom gave me some last-minute advice of the "be good" and "don't do anything I wouldn't do" variety, then disappeared out the door, leaving me alone with Sarah.
I was happy to travel with her back to her kingdom again, and like before, she led me straight up to her bedroom. I was tempted to ask if we were going to have sex again, but I was still a little afraid of moving too fast. I still didn't know how to understand a woman's mind, and in my innocence I didn't realize that that was the natural state of the relationship between men and women.
Fortunately, Sarah had her own plans.
"Kenneth dearest," she said, and I was surprised to find that I really didn't mind when she used lovey-dovey terms like that. "I was wondering whether you would be willing to do something for me."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, you know that there are dozens of elven tribes in Silverfen."
"Sure," I replied. I hadn't really much thought about it, but I was willing to play along for now.
"And you know that some of the more remote tribes hardly have any dealings with the others. Some are very primitive, in fact, and they have all kinds of strange and unusual traditions and rituals."
I wasn't sure where she was headed with this, but so far it sounded interesting. "That's what I heard," I replied.
"Well, part of my education as Princess of Silverfen was to get to know my subjects, especially those with whom I share a common heritage. The elven blood in my veins has led to a great interest in these tribes. They are my kin, after all. I've traveled all over Silverfen, from the mountains in the south to the jungles in the north, from the shores of Lake Nightmist to the Secret Valleys of the Elder Wind. I have seen many things, many peoples, many traditions. But one sight has intrigued me more than any others. Are you familiar with the mating ritual of the Firefern Elves?"
"Um... no..." I said, although it did sound interesting.
"As I said, these are my kin, so although they are primitive, I feel a kind of bond with them. I know we were already married in a traditional royal ceremony, but I feel kind of incomplete. I would like to perform the mating ritual of the Firefern Elves with you."
"Er... it sounds complicated."
"Not for you. Your part is easy. All you have to do is lie there."
"That's it?"
"Don't worry. I guarantee you'll enjoy it. We may be with a true Firefern Elf tribe, but we can still have our own private little ceremony."
"Well, I guess that would be all right," I said. Actually, it was sounding better and better. As long as all I had to do was lie there, I was willing to give it a shot.
"Good. Now before you lie down, you need to get dressed," she said.
"I'm already dressed."
"No, you have to dress in the traditional ceremonial outfit of the Firefern elves. Come here." She took my hand and led me into the bathroom, where she handed me a towel. "Take off all your clothes and wrap this around your waist," she said.
"A towel?"
"The closest thing to a loincloth we have in the house," she laughed. "I told you the Firefern elves are primitive. Besides, I'll be wearing almost exactly the same thing."
"Okay," I agreed happily.
I had no reason to be bashful around Sarah, so I immediately began stripping out of my clothes. She left the bathroom and closed the door behind her though. I would have liked to watch her dressing in her costume, but I didn't mind; no doubt this was something like seeing the bride before the wedding.
I hurried and undressed, then wrapped the towel around me like she said, tucking in one of the edges tightly so that it wouldn't fall down. Then I opened the door.
Sarah stood in the middle of the room, wearing just her bra and panties. "I'm going to be moving around more than you, and I decided my loincloth probably won't stay on," she said, "so I'm substituting."
"I have no objections," I grinned.
She hustled me over to the bed, instructing me to lie down sideways on it facing the room, with my legs over the edge and my feet on the floor. I did so.
"Now whatever happens, you have to just lie still," she said. I watched as she walked over to her stereo and turned it on. Instantly, the room was filled with music. Primitive music. Tribal music. Full of energetic drums, an African-sounding chant, and what must have been some kind of wooden flute. I figured it was to set the mood, but I was only half right.
Sarah turned around and stood in the center of the room again. She gave me a wink, then began to dance.
What a dance it was! It followed the rhythm set by the raw, primordial song that ran through the air, swaying and jerking with the pounding beats. Half the time her body flowed with lithe grace, and half the time with jarring, almost violent motions. Her body contorted into a thousand different postures, but always emphasizing the erotic sensuality of the human body. She spun and whirled with her hands in the air, then let them slide down her body, tracing her supple curves. There was a touch of ballet, a dash of modern dance, and maybe even a hint of hula. But all were subordinate to that raw, animalistic eroticism that the dance was meant to convey.
I had no doubt that she was making up the moves on the spot, and I also had no doubt that the dance was meant to do one thing, and one thing only: to arouse me. She had said that it was a mating dance, and it certainly inspired in me the desire to mate.
It wasn't long before the physical manifestation of that desire became apparent. A lump in the front of the towel I wore started to arise. Lying mostly prone like this, I knew it was impossible to hide.
As it turned out, I had no need to be embarrassed about it. As soon as Sarah noticed it, it spurred her on to even more energetic and erotic motions. Her moves were almost obscene now, as her hands roamed around her body, focusing on the parts that I liked the most. Some of the moves reminded me of a stripper's dance, not that I had seen much of that other than in edited versions on TV. That just excited me even more.
But she was far from finished. She reached behind her back, and I realized what she was doing. This was even better than when I had spied on her the other night! Then it had been the hint of a dance; now it was a true dance in its most brazen and sensual form. I caught just a teasing glimpse of her naked boobs as she slipped the bra off of her chest and tossed it aside, but she immediately covered them with one of her arms. I groaned in frustration, and I heard a little giggle escape Sarah's lips.
Although one of her arms was occupied, the other was not. She swung this one around freely, utilizing it fully in the dance. She slipped it behind her head to tease her hair, or let it lead in her gyrating spins, or moved it in long, graceful arcs. All the while she kept hidden from me the sight that I so longed to see.
It was even worse when she turned away from me and let her arm leave her breasts. I lay there staring at her naked back as her arms, legs, and hips teased me with their sexy movements. She glanced over her shoulder with a flirtatious grin, then spread her arms wide, letting them sway like the branches of a tree in the wind. This contorted her body in the most alluring poses, always moving, always speaking to my basest desires.
Then, suddenly, without warning, she turned around. I gasped in delight at the view I now had of her exquisite, round breasts, now completely uncovered and exposed to my eyes. As she moved, they tended to jiggle and bounce around. Although they weren't large enough to have a lot of motion, they were certainly thrilling to watch. I think I lost track of all the rest of her body, so focused was I on her magnificent chest.
Then she surprised me again by climbing up onto the bed and standing above me, continuing that erotic dance as I stared up at her in lust and awe. The gyrations of her hips were mesmerising as she bent her knees and swung her body lower and lower, closer and closer to me. I was still fascinated by her breasts, swinging freely above me and driving me wild with temptation. I gripped the edge of the bed tightly, wanting so much to reach up and take hold of her. She was right there, right within easy reach. The only thing keeping me back was the fact that she had told me I had to lie still.
Then as the energy of the song built up to the finale, Sarah hopped off the bed again and danced in front of me, this time leaning over my thighs. She brought her chest down, just inches from that aching bulge in my towel, teasing and tempting me even more. It was one of the most frustrating, yet most enjoyable experiences of my entire life.
The song ended on a single, powerful beat of the drums, and just as it did so, she grabbed the towel and whipped it off, throwing it across the room and exposing my naked body. She then fell to her knees in front of me.
"This is the part you're going to enjoy the most," she told me, then reached out and grasped my erection in both hands. I groaned in pleasure at the contact that I had so desperately been waiting for.
But Sarah wasn't finished. Oh no. She opened her mouth and began to lower her head. I gasped as I realized what was happening. She wouldn't dare! Would she?
She dared.
The first thing I felt was her tongue brushing against the tip of my dick. That sudden electrifying sensation caused my hips to reflexively buck, and the only thing keeping me from spearing into her mouth and right down into her throat was the presence of her hands at the base.
The second thing I felt was her tongue again, this time licking all up and down the shaft. This was both heaven and hell for me; heaven because of the intense stimulation, and hell because it was still just a kind of teasing, pleasurable in its own way but not satisfying. Still, I could hardly complain if Sarah wanted to do this for me. Even in my wildest dreams I had never imagined that I could get a girl to give me that kind of pleasure, especially a princess like Sarah/Allura, and now here she was, doing it not because I had coaxed her into it or even because I had begged, but simply because she wanted to.
When she let her lips close about the head, I gave out a long groan of lusty pleasure. Now that was more like it! The moist warmth of her mouth was what I had been waiting for, what she had been building up for this whole morning. The dance, the teasing, the whole day had been planned around this moment.
Then she began to suck.
The pleasure was intense, far more intense than anything I had experienced so far in my life. Even on Friday, it had been more intimate and tender. This was raw, an overloading of the senses. I was completely unprepared for the sexual onslaught, but that just made it all the better.
"Oh god Sarah!" I cried out, "oh god! Oh god!" Was I pleading with her to stop? Perhaps; it really was too much for me. But at the same time, I also wanted her to continue, to finish the job even if it killed me.
She had no intention of stopping. Sarah sucked me hard, showing no mercy. Her lips moved up and down on me, falling into a rhythm just like when I had watched her play with herself the other night. In a way, this felt like a continuation of the dance, only now, the promise of that dance was being fulfilled. My whole body felt like it was pulsing as Sarah worked me over expertly. Every part of me was enslaved, subservient to the desires in my loins and the dance of ecstasy in which Sarah led me. The electrical feeling shot through me like lightning, but always centered where I disappeared into her mouth.
Somehow through the haze of blinding ecstasy I managed to look down and see her beautiful face smiling up at me. She wanted this; she wanted to please me. My Princess Allura, my Princess Sarah, wanted me to know just how much she loved me.
I love you too, Sarah, I thought, though I didn't say it. Even now I was a little worried that I had misinterpreted all of her signals, that somehow, even though she was giving me the most exquisite feeling in the world, that I was wrong about her. It was absurd, of course. She loved me just like I loved her. But I was still afraid.
I never knew that I could feel so good, but what happened next astounded me. Somehow the pleasure actually increased. The rhythmic pulsing became stronger, more physical, and I felt all the energy in my body starting to concentrate. The rest of me seemed to grow numb as all the sensations of my entire body came together in one point. I don't know if I cried out, or screamed, or groaned, or just remained silent, but the next thing I knew, my cock was throbbing inside Sarah's mouth as I erupted into the most earth-shaking orgasm of my life.
I heard her hum in delight, like she was eating a delicious meal. And perhaps to her, it really was. Maybe her love for me, and the knowledge that she had done something wonderful for me, made it taste all the better. All I knew is that she eagerly drank down everything I gave her.
A part of me shut down then as the pleasure dissipated and exhaustion and an inner glow filled me. I stared up at the ceiling, exquisitely happy and overwhelmingly tired. I don't think I actually fell asleep, but I lost all sense of time and space for a while as I rested there.
Sarah climbed up onto the bed and lay down next to me, cuddling like we had before. I couldn't quite work up the energy to put my arm around her, but she didn't seem to mind. She just lay her head on my chest and held onto me, smiling sweetly.
As we relaxed together in each other's arms, I thought about how she had taken charge and pretty much chased all my nervousness away with both her confidence and playfulness, both Friday and today. It was clear that she was quite experienced.
I didn't know how I felt about that. On one hand, I was glad that she was able to lead me like that, helping me to relax and enjoy the moment. On the other, I felt just a little jealous about whoever she had been with before. I couldn't feel too bad about it though. Whatever her past, she was with me now, and that was all that was important. Still, I was curious.
"Sarah, can I ask you something?" I said.
"Of course you can, Kenny," she replied with that warm and friendly smile that I liked so much.
"I mean, something personal."
"Okay, go ahead."
"How come you know so much about... um..."
"Sex?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied, blushing.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm an expert or anything."
"But you have done it in the past?"
"Do you really want to know?"
I nodded. Maybe it would just make me more jealous, but I think I needed to find out.
"Okay," she said, "I had a good teacher. He was a little older and a lot more experienced. I thought I was really lucky to have someone like him to teach me all about it, and because I really like you, I wanted to give you a similar good experience your first time."
"You really like me that much?"
"Absolutely!" she smiled.
"Enough to... have sex with me?"
"Isn't that kind of obvious?" she laughed. "Okay, it was really Kenneth and Allura who did the deed; we were just playing parts. But I wouldn't have wanted to play that part if I were opposed to doing it with you in real life."
That made me feel really good, and I admit I wound up with a dumb grin on my face at her compliments.
"So did you enjoy it?" she asked.
"You bet I did!" I exclaimed.
"I'm glad."
So that was it. I didn't bring it up again. She hadn't quite quelled my jealousy, but it sounded like whoever she had been with before, it was a long time ago. As long as he didn't show up on a white stallion to sweep her off her feet and take her away from me, it really didn't matter.
***
I was hoping to peek on Sarah again that night, or at the very least spend some time talking with her, but unfortunately it wasn't to be. The weather turned foul in the late afternoon, and by the time we went to bed it was raining, so we had to keep our windows shut.
That prevented us from talking, but I still hoped for her to give me another show. By this point I was finally starting to realize that she had done it on purpose the first time.
Unfortunately, just as she was about to get ready to bed, her father came to visit her in her room. That spoiled my chances of seeing her getting sexy, so with mostly disinterest I watched them from across the way as they sat down and had a father-daughter chat. Her dad seemed happy and enthusiastic, but Sarah looked quite a bit less so. She mostly just nodded as he talked, an expression on her face that could only be described as stoic. Whatever he was saying, she simply accepted without emotion. That got me curious; perhaps I would talk to her about it again tomorrow.
They stood up and hugged, then he left her room. Sarah sat down on her bed and stared at the floor for the longest time, then finally turned off the light.
***
The next morning, she met me at the front door again, and we went over to her place. Skipping the front room entirely, we went up to her bedroom and sat down together on her bed. She seemed particularly excited today, and I wondered if it had to do with the news that her father had told her last night. She hadn't seemed too thrilled at the time, but maybe she just needed time to think about it.
"Guess what, Kenny?" said Sarah with a smile on her face. "I have some great news!" That confirmed my suspicions.
"What is it?" I asked her, picking up on her enthusiasm.
"My dad just got promoted to vice president of the company."
"What? But I thought he just made regional manager."
"He did, but the current vice president just announced his retirement. He used to work with my Dad, and put in a good word for him with the board."
"Wow," I said. "That's great! I assume he's going to get a raise?"
"Yeah, we're going to have lots of nice things and live in a great big house and when he travels around the world for business conferences, he says he's going to take us with him. It's going to be so much fun!"
I stared at her, shocked. It was a surprise that I even heard all of what she said, because most of my mind was focused on one small detail right in the middle.
...live in a great big house...
What did that mean? Surely she wasn't going to move away, just after moving here. If that were the case, Sarah would be sad, not happy, wouldn't she? Princess Allura would never abandon Kenneth Shadowbane, and if it was out of her control, she wouldn't be excited about it.
She noticed my distress. "What is it, Kenny?" she asked. "Aren't you happy for me?"
"I... well... no, I mean..."
"You're not happy for me?"
"Does that mean you're not going to live here anymore?"
"Well, yeah. We're moving across the country. That's part of what makes it so exciting. My dad says we're going to get ourselves a really big house. A mansion."
"But..."
"But what?"
"But then... I won't get to see you anymore."
"That's okay, we can still write to each other."
"I don't want to write to you. I want..."
Sarah's excitement dropped. "Oh, come on Kenny, please don't be like that. You're supposed to be my friend. You're supposed to be happy when things like this happen to me. Please don't spoil it by being selfish."
"Selfish? You're the one moving away. You're the one leaving me by myself."
"You won't be by yourself for long. You'll make new friends as soon as school starts," she told me.
"I don't want new friends!" I snapped. "I want you."
"Kenny, normally I like it when you act like a kid, but not right now. You're being a brat about this whole thing. Look, we've had fun together, but now it's time to move on to new things."
"But what about... what about what happened the other day?"
"What happened?"
"Well, we... you know..."
"Oh, that? Kenny, that wasn't even us. I told you, that was Kenneth Shadowbane and Princess Allura. It was all make-believe, all just a fantasy. I admit that I really enjoyed it, but it didn't mean anything."
"Yes it did!" I insisted.
"What, did you think I was in love with you?" she asked. "I'm your babysitter, Kenny, and you're just a kid. I like you, I really do. But we were never going to be together like that. I wasn't trying to mislead you; I thought you knew that we were just playing around."
"You're lying!" I shouted. "It wasn't just make-believe, it was real! You're just like all my other babysitters I had when I was growing up. You're... you're an ogre, and I hate you!"
By this point I was almost in tears, and the last thing I wanted was for Sarah to see me cry. I ran downstairs and out the front door, slamming it behind me. Then I rushed across to my house, closing and locking the door so that she couldn't follow. I dashed upstairs, threw myself onto my bed, and buried my face in my pillow, sobbing uncontrollably.
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