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Whew. Well, THAT happened. Not even going to bother explaining what THAT was, but it happened.
Who's ready for a Valentine's Day update?
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We lay there for a while, both of us sweaty and panting for breath. It suddenly felt intolerably hot in my room, but I was still recovering from blowing my load deep inside of Sara, so I didn't bother to move.
What eventually motivated me to get up was the feeling of my own jizz running down my leg as it slowly oozed out of Sara, down her slit, and onto my thigh. It just felt gross. I had no idea how she felt about it, because she was just staring off into space, flushed and breathing heavily even though we'd finished several minutes ago.
"Hey, kiddo? Let's hope in the shower."
"Ok."
She rolled off of me, made a high-pitched "Ack!" noise and clutched at her crotch with one hand, and followed me into the bathroom. We took a cold shower together; no sexy shower hanky-panky, we were both too winded for that. The shower was strictly business. We soaped each other down, rinsed off, and headed back into the living room.
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure."
"Ok. Go pick one out and I'll get us a snack."
I admired her lithe figure as she squatted down in front of the tv to browse my and Bill's collections of DVD's, then went into the kitchen. We'd eaten breakfast pretty recently, so I wasn't really hungry. Just needed a light snack.
Sara had picked out a movie, bouncing on her toes as she presented it to me.
"Dead or alive, you're coming with me," she said in a deep monotone that in no way resembled Robocop.
"Again?"
"It's good!"
"You just want to see it because it's gory."
"Yup!" she agreed cheerfully as she spun around to face the DVD player again, bending over and giving me another nice view as she inserted the disc.
Movie inserted, Sara jumped onto the couch beside me and stared quizzically at the plate in my lap.
"What is that?"
"Try it and see."
I'd taken some graham crackers and lightly drizzled them with honey and sweetened, condensed milk. It was a simple snack, but you had to go easy on the honey and milk or it got WAY too sweet.
"Hmm!"
"Like it?"
"Uh-huh!"
Around the time Red Foreman's midlife crisis after his divorce with Kitty led him to blowing a cop's hand clean off, we both started to feel a little chilly, since we were watching the movie in our birthday suits. I stretched out across the couch and Sara lay on top of me, and I draped the blanket on the back of the couch over us.
Once the movie was over, we both headed back into my room and flopped onto the bed. And I immediately decided I was changing the sheets before I went to sleep.
"So whatcha wanna do now?"
"I dunno."
"More boyfriend-girlfriend stuff?"
"Sure."
I patted my lap, inviting her to assume the position for some heavy petting, but she just shook her head.
"I'm ok for now."
"You sure?"
She blushed and nodded.
"Ok, well, if you don't want a turn..."
She took my penis in her hand, grinned, and began swishing the head around with her tongue until I got hard again, then went to town, bobbing up and down, pigtails bouncing, while I leaned back against my sweaty pillow and enjoyed the sensation. She was definitely getting really good at blowjobs. I guess all that practice paid off.
It was only a few minutes later that I felt that tension building up, then blew my load into her sweet little mouth. Sara swallowed noisily and smiled, then slid up beside me and molded her naked body against mine.
"How was that?"
"You're getting really good, kiddo."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah," I said, tousling her hair. "You like getting your girl vitamins?"
"Yup!" she replied, face scrunching into an adorable smile.
I held onto her for a little while as she snuggled against me, slowly kicking her feet back and forth in the air. But before long...
"What do you wanna do now?"
I glanced at the clock. It wasn't even lunch time yet.
"I dunno. Wanna play a game?"
"Nah."
"Wanna watch another movie?"
She made a face and rolled onto her back, momentarily distracting me with the view of her pretty little breasts.
"Nooo. I've seen almost all the ones we have."
Hmm. I just blew my load, and she wasn't in the mood for her own sexy times, so we couldn't pass the time that way. There just wasn't a whole lot to do in the apartment together...
"I have an idea. Let's do some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff."
"Isn't that what we're doing now?" she asked, quirking one eyebrow at me and dramatically running one hand down the length of her beautiful, porcelain body to emphasize the point.
"Yeah, but I mean other stuff that boyfriends and girlfriends do."
"Like what?"
"Let's go somewhere."
"Like, on a date?"
"Sure," I said, feeling myself warming up to the idea.
"I've never been on a date before," Sara said, obviously getting excited by the idea. "What are we going to do?"
"It's a surprise," I said, lying like Hillary Clinton after yet another aide shot himself twice in the back of the head and made the gun vanish afterward. I honestly had no idea where I was going to take her or what we were going to do. But I figured there had to be something to do around here, being a college town and all.
She leaped off the mattress and landed on her feet in one smooth motion, then danced around excitedly.
"This is gonna be so cool! I've never been on a date before! We get to do real boyfriend-girlfriend stuff!"
"Yup. Better go get dressed, kiddo. We're going out," I said, making finger guns and grinning like I had the slightest clue what I was doing. After all, Sara wasn't the only one here who'd never been on a date before.
I pulled out my laptop and looked up local attractions that would be appropriate for a 12 year old while I got dressed, then snorted at the thought. Appropriate for a 12 year old? A 12 year old I had actually fucked just this morning.
Whatever. It at least had to be something nobody would question a young, college-aged man and a little girl together. Maybe they'd think we were brother and sister or something.
I finished dressing and walked to the door just as Sara stepped out of her tiny room and shut the door behind her, face red with that luminescent blush of hers.
She'd dolled herself up. Her pigtails were now a ponytail, and she was dressed in a white sundress, white thigh highs, and a pair of hot pink sneakers that totally clashed with the rest of the look but still had the overall effect of making her look adorable. She'd even apparently applied a rose-scented perfume, in slightly excessive quantities.
"Wow, look at you! All dressed up for your first date?"
She nodded, apparently too embarrassed for words. I'd also decided to look a little nicer than usual for our 'date', but that just consisted of khakis and a polo shirt.
I stuck my elbow out for her and she wrapped her arm around mine, hugging it to her chest and making it super obvious she wasn't wearing a bra under the thin material of her dress. Then again, I wasn't sure she even owned a bra; maybe a training bra? I had no idea, and it wasn't likely to be something that had occurred to Bill either.
That gave me an added destination for our date: we needed to take Sara out to buy some feminine essentials.
"Shall we go?"
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