As before, Karla did not reach an obvious orgasm, and I can't say for sure that it happened. Repeating the process of the night before, she simply went limp as if the wind had been removed from her sails. Maybe she ran out of energy, or maybe she came, it didn't matter. She was obviously quite happy as she lay atop me while I continued to lick tenderly at her pussy. Gradually her mouth returned to my cock, sucking my glans between her lips, and for the longest time we simply lay there in a lazy 69, licking and kissing each other in the most intimate manner.
Karla was the first to stir, and she slowly rose up, and then extracted her pussy from my untiring mouth. She turned, and then settled on top of me, her lips coming to mine, her directness making me yearn for her even more. We kissed with passion as she settled over my cock, her hand moving between us to guide me once again to her pussy. I was instantly alert, but made no move to stop her as she tried with amateurish style to mount me. She had me lined up properly, but the combination of my size and her inexperience made it impossible, though she was slow to accept this. Her frantic efforts both aroused me and tore at my heart until I did what I knew I had to do; I stopped her. The muted light from the window was now in Karla's face, and the hurt showed instantly. She wanted me to fuck her, and I wanted so badly to do it, but I couldn't, and now I had hurt her feelings.
We shouldn't do that, I told her.
Karla didn't reply and it appeared she wasn't listening to me sage advice.
I said: It's too early in your life for you to offer such a gift. And I'm not the right person to be first. I love you too much to take that from you.
These words were from the heart. I knew they were inadequate. Karla softened, but the disappointment still showed, tearing at my heart. That's when I changed gears and lightened the moment, uttering the words that would prove to be so fateful.
I said: I'll make you a deal. When you turn 14, if you still feel the same way about me, then come see me, and we will make love that way.
She said: Promise?
Promise, I replied.
This seemed to satisfy Karla, and she eased back slightly and lowered her pussy over my hard cock, which was now laying flat against my belly. Privately I congratulated myself, knowing full well that Karla would meet a guy in the next two and a half years and totally forget about me. My self-congratulation was cut short, however, as Karla began to grind her pussy back and forth across my cock. It was a repeat of the previous night, except that Karla was now on top, and I lay back and admired her as she worked herself fervently against me, incredulous of such raw sexual energy from a preteen girl. She placed her hands flat on my chest, close together, so that her upper arms pressed her small breasts together, making them appear larger than they were. Her eyes were closed and mouth was slightly open, and as she pushed herself almost vertical, I could look around her arms and see her hairless pussy smothering my dick as she slid back and forth.
This was beautiful to behold…
XIII.
She was a thing of absolute beauty, and my cock quickly grew to it's full-length as my hand idly stroked back and forth. In this position, Karla's breasts were nearly flat except for the budding nipples, which reached upward proudly. Her stomach was hard and flat, her hips narrow with prominent hip bones. Her mons rose enticingly, and her smooth, girlish pussy took my breath away yet again. Just the thought of having licked her pussy drove me wild, and I quickly approached orgasm.
It happened fast, and I didn't even think about my actions. Suddenly I was coming, and I moved forward a half step to ensure my come landed on Karla's breasts. Then stroke after stroke I forced my come from my cock as I directed it up and down Karla's body, from her nipples to her pussy and back. When I was done, she had milky white pools across most of her body, but never awoke. I was breathless. It was a nasty thing to do, but incredibly arousing and beautiful at the same time. As I stared at her, I knew that if I had a camera I would use it, and I was glad one wasn't available.
When I returned from the shower, Karla had pulled the covers back over her body and it was with great reluctance that I woke her up. At first groggy, she smiled widely as she came fully awake, slipping out of bed to hug me with no shyness whatsoever about her nudity, and seemingly no knowledge of the come bath that had been wiped away by the sheets. I watched her pad off to the bathroom, wondering if I would ever see her naked again.
Breakfast was a repeat of the day before in that I felt all eyes were on me, but the urgency to get the team fed and to the fields quickly caused all other thoughts to slip away. We won our game with ease, and then watched the following game anxiously as it would decide our opponent. In the end the worry was for naught as we were declared co-champions, along with the team we tied the previous day, after the final was washed out by a major thunderstorm.
Once I returned home, the events of the weekend seemed to be a dream. My wife found my distraction annoying, but it took me over a week to shake it off. As we returned to normal patterns, with Karla reacting no differently to me at practice, except perhaps to smile more, and since no angry parents or police showed up at my house, I began to accept what happened, and even enjoy the memory privately. Karla and I did not get together again, but it was easy to see there was no way to do so without attracting attention, which I found to be both a relief and a frustration. In the spring we won state, and over the summer I helped Karla work her way onto a premier girl's team in a neighboring town, one where the quality of coaching and overall exposure was sure to enhance her future opportunities. It was a difficult decision, and I missed her presence dearly, but never missed a game she played…
XIV.
So that was more than two years ago. The loss of my wife had effectively wiped those memories from my mind, but now as I stood at the door, staring at a beautiful and expectant Karla on her fifteenth birthday, it all came back in a rush. Every last detail was vivid once again. I knew why she was here, and it left me speechless. Karla was smiling but pensive, and my hesitation and silent reverie served only to increase her anxiety. I knew she was thinking she had made a huge mistake, and was calculating the best means to extract herself from what was quickly becoming an awkward situation. My shock that she had remembered my promise, and was here with an offer of unimaginable magnitude, was further complicated by the fact that I been celibate for more than a year. It had been a long time since I had even considered that love was possible again, and the emotions were nearly overwhelming, but I suddenly realized one thing with absolute clarity.
You once made a promise to me, she said.
Yes, I said, and you are 14 now.
I took Karla's hand and turned back towards the door to lead her inside. The relief that washed over her was palpable, and I knew that at least for Karla's sake, I had made a good decision. And probably for my own as well, though my uncertainty was great, and my faith in my emotions was nil. I led Karla the few steps along the hall to my bedroom door, and turned inside. Stopping at the foot of my bed, I faced her and kissed her tentatively. It was a simple peck, but the fresh scent of Karla, and the warmth of her lips, made my head swim. If I ever had a chance to know love again, Karla could make it happen, she could help me heal. One small kiss, and I knew it. One small kiss, and my forgotten passion for her was back. Recalling one of the most memorable aspects of our previous time together, I didn't speak, and to my pleasure neither did she. Instead, with unexpected confidence, and without a thought for the friends and blind date awaiting my arrival, I reached for the top button on Karla's dress as I stared into her eyes, eyes that told me to take her, fuck her, love her now…