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 Jason and 
        I grew up together in every sense of the word. We were the same age (born only a few days apart), and
 our parents knew each other well, so we spent an awful
 lot of time together as children. We would spend hours in
 the sandbox together, imagining, dreaming, and playing.
 We entered kindergarten together, and struggled 
        over our homework together in elementary school. Whenever I had a
 problem of any kind, I could always go to Jason to tell
 him. Unlike most boys at a very young age, Jason seemed
 to understand and would always say, "That's okay,
 Maggie." We were inseparable.
 At about the time when we were both 11 years old, 
        I noticed that Jason didn't hang around with me as much as
 he used to, and when he was around, he was noticeably
 more irritable. There seemed to be something troubling
 him. I was very bothered by this, especially the fact
 that he apparently no longer wanted to confide in me. I
 decided to confront him to ask why he was so bothered and
 also if I had done anything to upset him.
 We lived pretty close together, so I walked over 
        to his house. His mother answered the door and invited me in, as
 she frequently did. When I went to Jason's room, he was
 sitting and facing the other way, apparently trying to
 polish something, or at least it that's what it looked
 like. He was moaning aloud, as if he was in pain or at
 least uncomfortable.
 "Jason?" I said. Quickly Jason turned around, facing me. I think 
        I still have yet to see a more surprised and embarrassed look. He
 was so frantic. He wasn't polishing anything at all; he
 was stroking his penis. Why was he doing that? Was he
 nursing an itch or something? And why was he so surprised
 to see me?
 No sooner had he turned around to me then a stream 
        of white goo came out of the tip of his penis onto the
 floor. Then another. Then another. When the floor had
 been covered with the goo in several places, Jason ran to
 the bathroom, yelled and screamed at me, and then
 demanded that I leave. I was so confused and upset. I ran
 out of the house, a very hurt little girl.
 About a year later, Jason and I still weren't 
        talking much. I missed him and his perfect way of making things
 okay. We had to take a course in sexual education that
 year in school, and after sitting through several
 courses, I finally understood what had happened on that
 day the year prior. Jason had gone through puberty.
 Well, I supposed I could understand that, then. 
        I decided to try and talk to Jason once again, so that we could be
 friends again. At school, I asked him to meet me later in
 the parking lot when class let out, and he did. I told
 him what I knew and that it was okay and I wasn't angry
 or upset or ashamed. Jason smiled at me and hugged me. We
 were friends once again!
 Jason and I returned to the old routine of hanging 
        around each other, just like old times. Not long after I turned
 13, however, I began going through puberty myself. I was
 scared at first. Jason, like always, reassured me and
 promised me that there was nothing wrong. That made me
 happy. However, I noticed a lot of changes, but most of
 all, I began to notice the boys in school. I began
 ranking them according to how attractive I thought they
 were, and I was thought about touching them frequently.
 Once, at home, when I was lying on my bed and 
        thinking about a boy in my class, I noticed a tingling in my
 crotch. I moved my hand down to see what was going on,
 and when I rubbed my clit, my whole body screamed out in
 pleasure. I didn't know what was happening. I got scared,
 but that fact couldn't curtail me from wanting more of
 that pleasure. Much more. I went to the bathroom and
 rubbed myself until I had my very first orgasm. It was
 amazing. After that, I continued to masturbate on a
 regular basis, and my orgasms got more intense. I didn't
 feel dirty at all.
 I had never considered the effectiveness of my 
        appearance before, but not long after I began pleasuring myself, I
 started thinking about how boys might think I look. I
 experimented for a while with makeup, and I even started
 trying to get away with wearing less clothing, despite
 gripes from my parents. I also took a good look at my
 body. Hmm.
 Jason and I were 14 by this time, and I was the 
        very typical, thin 14-year old who was just beginning to
 develop my breasts. I thought I was very cute, a light-
 pink skinned blonde with a flat tummy and long legs. In
 retrospect, I think I had close to zero body fat then. By
 boobs were hardly there yet, but I thought the rest of my
 body was in good proportion. Overall, I thought that I
 was pretty hot compared to most of the girls in school.
 Jason noticed the gradual changes that I made 
        in my appearance, but they all culminated one day when he saw
 me at school and exclaimed, "Maggie, you're so HOT!" That
 made me smile for the rest of the day.
 The two of us were hanging around each other again, 
        although we weren't dating each other or anyone else. We
 had lots of fun together. We loved to go outdoors and
 just sit and talk to each other in the forest where we
 couldn't be seen by anyone. Eventually, I asked Jason
 about masturbating and cumming. I told him that I did it
 a lot, and he admitted that he (of course) did, too. We
 discussed it for hours on that day, and we ended up
 kissing. We trusted each other greatly, and didn't feel
 pressured around each other.
 Soon after, Jason and I began to pet each other 
        heavily at our meetings. I was awed by his cock, and he liked my
 little boobies, too. We talked about sex and sexual
 activities, and we were both very intrigued by what they
 must be like. I had also heard about sex from some of the
 other girls in school, and I was well aware of how babies
 were made. Many of the girls talked about how boys'
 favorite thing to do was cum inside a girl, and how they
 always tried to do that. It seemed pretty dangerous to me
 at the time.
 Eventually, Jason and I were rubbing each other. 
        I loved to stroke him with my little white hands and watch him
 cum in a huge fountain all over them. It always made me
 laugh and giggle. I knew it made him happy, and that made
 me happy. Jason also loved to put his hands all over me,
 a sensation that I really enjoyed. I always masturbated
 after he did that because I was so hot.
 The girls in school had also talked about blowjobs, 
        and we had practiced giving them to bananas for fun. I tried
 this on Jason who was very willing to be my guinea pig.
 He said that I was wonderful at it, and he returned the
 favor of oral sex to me. I loved the intense orgasms he
 gave me when he did that.
 I suddenly went through a growth spurt, and my 
        boobs grew amazingly quickly to a C cup. It was so fast that
 everyone was astonished. So, finally, I had big, perky
 boobs to complete my now very sexy figure. Near the end
 of my spurt, Jason and I turned 15. We continued to get
 each other off for a while, but we both admitted to each
 other that we wanted more.
 Together, we decided that having sex would not 
        be wise since I was not on birth control and all the other girls
 and guys told us that condoms sucked. I was still
 worried, though, so Jason and I decided that if I should
 happen to get pregnant, he would marry me and take care
 of the baby. I was very relieved at that. Not only would
 Jason help me take care of the situation, but he liked me
 enough to be willing to marry me if it should happen.
 I was also relieved because I was scared about 
        myself. I knew that if Jason wanted to cum in me, I could not and
 would not ever try to stop him. I adored Jason too much
 to disappoint him by not letting him cum in me. Besides,
 even if I wanted to protest during sex, I was very unsure
 that I would be controlled enough to say anything to him
 before he came, and much less able physically stop him
 somehow from cumming in me.
 One afternoon we were back outdoors, this time 
        in a grassy field far away from the local community. The sun
 was shining and there was no wind. Jason and I were both
 wearing a shirt (mine had pretty strings and was
 backless) and jeans, but we were both barefoot. We had
 already begun our usual routine of feeling each other up,
 and I was already in heaven.
 Jason then took off his shirt and my shirt, and 
        began kissing my torso all over. He then undid my bra, and my
 nice firm titties fell free over my flat tummy. He began
 to fondle them vigorously, which set me to moaning very
 loudly. I wanted to feel his cock, so I unzipped his
 pants and pulled out his hard member.
 I began rubbing him slowly, then quickly, and 
        I sucked him all the while. Jason was going nuts. After a few
 minutes, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off my
 body. He moved my underwear aside and began giving me the
 best cunnilingus of my life up to that point.
 I was on fire and tossing every which way. He 
        then removed his pants and underwear and kissed me. I pulled
 off my underwear, too, but then got nervous when I
 realized that we had never both been completely naked
 together before. We continued to fondle each other.
 "Let's have sex," Jason said. "Are you sure? You know what could happen..." 
        I retorted. In the end, I knew it was up to him. I would do 
        anything to please him, even ride him bareback and carry his child
 at 15 years old.
 "God yes... I'm so horny..." he exclaimed. "Okay, but go slow," I requested. Jason moved between my long legs and I lifted 
        them up to accommodate him. I felt his cock head at my labia, and
 then he slowly moved inside me, inside my unprotected
 vagina. It felt so good. We both gasped. He continued in
 a bit, very slowly, but stopped about halfway in. He had
 hit my hymen.
 "You know this will hurt for a bit," 
        he said. "I know; it's okay, really!" I replied. Jason pushed inward, and I felt a pain as he put 
        pressure on my protective skin. It finally ruptured, and I winced
 at the pain. Jason stopped for a moment, but then
 continued to penetrate me. When he was finally fully
 inside, we both gasped at the pleasure of full
 penetration. He then began moving back and forth inside
 my vagina over and over again. He was moving so slowly.
 All the intensity of the situation and his hard 
        cock inside me was making my mind and body scream in pleasure
 and panic, and I came not long after Jason began pumping
 quicker. It felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.
 I felt a second orgasm building. I had my mouth 
        open, my eyes shut, and my thighs wide for him. With each pump
 came so much pleasure. My orgasm kept building and
 building and I was nearing the edge when I heard Jason.
 "Oh baby... Baby! You're so hot... I want 
        to cum in you! I can't stop... I don't want to stop! I think I'm gonna
 cum!" he yelled.
 We looked at each other right in the eye, and 
        all I could manage to say to him was, "What are you going to do?"
 That made Jason stop for a moment, with his dick 
        deep inside me, and we continued to exchange stares. It was
 obvious that he was in deep conflict about what he was
 about to do. He knew that he didn't have to cum in me,
 possibly knocking me up, but he could instead pull out
 and cum on my tummy. He was struggling completely with
 himself, but said nothing. I had already decided that the
 decision would be his, so I said nothing as well. We lay
 there like that for about 30 seconds.
 Finally, I repeated, "What are you going 
        to do?" Jason responded, "I don't know." We looked into each other's eyes for another minute, 
        but it seemed like an eternity. Then, all of the sudden,
 Jason began rubbing inside me once again. I moaned and
 grinded against him vigorously. He had me once again on
 the verge of orgasm within a matter of seconds. He began
 pumping me very hard and very quickly.
 He then yelled, "Oh Maggie!! I don't know 
        what to do! It feels so good, Maggie! I don't know--" as he exploded
 inside me.
 I knew what he was doing to me, and it sent me 
        over the edge, too.
 I responded with "Oh Jason, cum in me! It 
        feels so GOOD! I love you, Jason. I'm so glad you decided to spend your
 whole life with the baby and me! Make me cum! YES! YES! I
 never want you to stop..."
 Although I didn't keep track of such things when 
        I was 15, I happened to be very fertile during the encounter
 when Jason and I lost our virginity. This was very
 evident by the fact that my once perfect, flat tummy
 began to swell and stretch about 2 months after that day.
 Both Jason's and my parents were shocked to know 
        that I was pregnant. My parents began plans for us to get
 married immediately. Jason's parents wanted me to get an
 abortion, but I didn't want to, and Jason talked them out
 of it. True to his word, he told them that he wanted to
 get a job, marry me, and take care of the baby. He is so
 wonderful.
 Jason and I are married now and living with little 
        baby Sue. I think Jason resents me a bit for "making him" cut
 his youth short to take care of Sue and I. In addition,
 I've put on several pounds by now at 18. Actually, I've
 really let myself go. I can tell that Jason doesn't find
 me as attractive as he did when I was 15.
 Despite these problems, I am still thrilled to 
        be the wife of the boy whom I have loved for so much of my life.
 I would still do anything for him. I just hope I can make
 this marriage last.
 
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