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Author’s Note:
This story contains two minors as the major characters but absolutely nothing sexual
happens between them, except for kissing, until they have reached the age of
consent.

I am now a thirty year old male and father of seven kids, with three more on the
way. I owe it all to Jamie, my wife, who convinced me that promises mean a lot.
It was 8:00 in the morning on my 19th birthday when the knock came at my door that
would change my life forever. I walked to the door opened it and there stood,
Jamie, my best friend of thirteen years, in a wedding dress. I hadn’t seen her in
person in almost five years, since her dad sent her away to a boarding and finishing
school.

I invited Jamie to come inside, she did so taking my arm and letting me escort her
to a couch. It was then that I remembered that Jamie and I shared a birthday she
was also nineteen today.

“Happy Birthday, Jamie.”
“Same to you Steve.”
“So Jamie who’s getting married, today,” I asked.
“We are. Don’t you remember your promise just before I left that we would get
married on this birthday?”
Seeing her in the wedding dress instantly brought back old feelings and memories.
I was entering my first grade class at a new school. My dad had been transferred
during the middle of the year and he wanted to get me and mom settled in right away.
My first day of class was also my birthday. When the teacher called my name,
Steven Robertson, that morning I said, “Here.”
She went on calling the roster and reached Jamie. “ Jamie Williamson”
“Here.”
I turned and looked at a cute brunette with brown eyes.
The teacher finished calling attendance and then said I see we have two birthdays in
the class today.
I knew it was mine but the she said “Jamie and Steve please come forward.”
I looked at the girl standing up front beside me. The teacher gave us each six
pieces of candy, one for each year, when we got up front.
Jamie and I became fast friends after that day. It was almost as if we were
inseparable.

One year my parents invited Jamie to come on our summer vacation with us. Jamie and
I were only ten at the time but this became one of the best times in our friendship.
Three years later we were starting eighth grade, our other friends and parents
already realized that we had some sort of bond between us.
Jamie came up to the bus stop and grabbed my hand.
“Steve there’s something that I’ve been wanting to give you for quite a while.”
She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I was stunned. I knew that Jamie liked
me but wasn’t quite sure of how long we were going to last.
That year Jamie made sure to kiss me at least once a day.

Then tragedy struck us, my dad and her mom died in a car wreck. It was later found
out that the two of them had been having an affair for years. Three weeks after the
crash Jamie’s father decided that she needed to go boarding school, for the next few
years.

During the summer Jamie and me spent as much time together as we could, knowing
that we wouldn’t see each other for at twat a year. On the day before she was to
leave she asked me to take a walk with her. I grasped her hand and we walked to the
top of the Nob. Jamie reached into her Jeans pocket and pulled out a ring and said,
“Steve since I am going away for a while I want you to wear this promise ring.
Promise me that on our nineteenth birthday that you’ll marry me no matter what.”
I nodded and said that I would wait for her to come back to me. I slipped the ring
onto my finger and then she handed me another ring.

“What’s this one for?”
“It’s for me silly.”
“Jamie, I would like to give you this promise ring so that when you look at it you
will think of me and marry me on our nineteenth birthday’s”
I put the ring on her left ring finger. Then she jumped into my arms and gave me a
very long kiss.
My mother and me saw Jamie off to the train station the next day. I was told that
it would take three days for Jamie to get to New York and then another day for her
to get to Switzerland where her boarding school was located.

Over the next several years Jamie and I kept in contact via e-mail. Finally Jamie
got a web cam and we could actually see each other. But then for some reason in the
middle of my Junior year communications halted. I tried in vain to contact her. I
was depressed for a quite a while, I felt as if I had lost my best friend. Over the
years as I matured my hands and various other body parts got larger. I moved her
ring to a chain around my neck once my hands got too big.
Finally I graduated and went off to college. I started to feel better and better.
Then I met Sara, a cute redhead, that made me almost forget all about Jamie. We
were about to get into her bed together when I had some nagging doubts about what I
was going to do. “Sorry Sara, I just can’t right now.”
Sara broke up with me the next day. But luckily for me winter break was only two
days away.

I went home for winter break and got my stuff back into my room. I went back
downstairs and my mom said that she had some important papers for me to sign. I
asked what they were
“Oh just some documents that will help secure your future,”
I didn’t bother to look at them, I just put my John Hancock on the dotted line.
Looking back that was probably the best decision of my life.

My nineteenth birthday was two days later. Mom asked, “Steve, honey what do you
want for your birthday?”
“Oh nothing really.”
“Well I want to take you out to try on some formal clothes, you do need a tuxedo for
an event coming up don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” not even realizing at the time what she was talking about.
We went and did the requisite shopping and then when I came back home I logged onto
my computer and checked my e-mail. I had been getting some strange messages for the
past year from someone who’s address that I didn’t recognize.
The first one said “Only one year to go. I can’t wait.”
Every month after that it was like there was some sort of countdown going on with
this person. I asked who the person was and all they replied was, ‘
“Naughty, naughty, naughty. Trying to ruin the big day.”
This time the message read “Two more days and then we will finally be one.”
I still didn’t figure out that it was Jamie trying to get back in contact with me.
It would turn out that a virus had wiped out all of her school’s computers and they
didn’t reestablish their connection to the online world until just before she left.
She had been contacting me from a local wi-fi site.

The next two days passed by pretty quickly and we were back to where Jamie was
sitting on my couch in her wedding dress.

Jamie showed me that she still wore my ring. My mother chose to come downstairs
then and saw Jamie in her dress and broke into tears.
“Jamie you look so beautiful. I’m proud to have you as a daughter-in-law.”
I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take this step and I told Jamie so.
“Well, Steve let me prove my love for you. She grabbed me by the hand and led me up
to my bedroom. She peeled off the dress letting it pool at her feet and lay back on
my bed. She only wore her veil, bra, and panties. Then she unsnapped her bra and
revealed her breasts to me for the first time since she had matured. They looked
absolutely perfect. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth and gently
kissed it.
“Come on, Steve get out of those clothes .”
I undressed down to my underwear and it was obvious that I had a massive erection.
I pulled down them as well letting my dick stick the eight and half inches out in
front of me. Jamie’s eyes grew wide. But, after a minute of staring at my cock she
pushed her panties down as well.
“Make love to me Steve,” she said.
I got up on the bed with her and put the head of my dick at the opening of her
pussy. I slowly pushed into the tight hole. I felt an obstruction blocking my
progress and knew then that she had kept her promise to me.
“It’s my first time as well,” I whispered in her ear.
With that I thrust forward breaking her hymen and slowly sinking in the depths of
her love channel.
Jamie screamed as I broke through.
My mom came running and opened the door and asked, “Jamie are you okay,”
it was then she saw what we were doing and said, “Never mind.” She closed the door
and let us be. Jamie and I made love on the bed for ten minutes before I blasted my
load into her depths.
Only then did I think about the possibility of getting her pregnant. I asked her,
“Jamie are you protected?”
“Protected against what?”
“Are you on birth control?”
“No. And it’s my fertile time. So are you going to hold to the promise you made me
five years ago and marry me?”
I knew that I had been lost from the time that I opened the front door and saw her.
“We don’t have the marriage license,” I said.
“You mean that document that your mother had you sign the other day?”
“The two of you set me up,” I accused but not altogether unhappy.
“Yes, I’ve been in contact with her and my dad for two years trying to set
everything up. Why do you think she took you out shopping for a tuxedo the other
day?”
“Okay, Jamie I’m convinced, let’s go get married.”
“We have an appointment before the judge at 2:00 this afternoon. But we need to get
cleaned up and go get our real rings before we meet the judge.” Jamie and I climbed
into my shower where we made love one more time.
We dried off and got dressed. Jamie borrowed some of my mother’s clothes because
they were about the same size. We went out and took care of the other shopping that
we needed to do and then went back to my mom’s place. It was now 12:45, we needed
to get ready. I got into my tuxedo and Jamie put back on her wedding dress. At
precisely 2:00 we were escorted into the judges chambers. After examining the
documents and questioning us he performed a brief ceremony and we were now Mr. and
Mrs. Robertson.

Her father was there as one of the witnesses gave us two tickets to Hawaii as a
honeymoon gift. When we returned two weeks later the was another gift waiting for
us. Jamie’s dad had moved in with my mother and given us his house. Another week
passed and it was confirmed that Jamie was indeed carrying our first child.

As we went to bed that night she said to me, “ Aren’t you glad you kept your promise
to me?”

I just kissed her.