I’m too young for sex :( pt. 23 [ff]

The weekend had been one of the best in my life, but then Monday morning brought me another pair of ruined panties. For the first time since my very first period, I was completely taken by surprise by its arrival. Usually I got crampy or moody just before it started, but I’d noticed nothing this time. Then I remembered the wonderful side-effect of having an IUD.

School that morning felt different. I had a girlfriend named Samantha Juliet Green and we had spent a wonderful weekend getting to know each other better. Joe liked her a lot, I could tell. He treated her almost like he treated his best friend Mark. Mom put her to work doing chores right along with me, which in a perverse way showed how much she liked her. Dad kept his distance until the topic of professional baseball came up. Then Dad and Sam had a lively chat about which teams were going to the playoffs in the fall.

After I hit my locker before lunch, I practically danced into the lunch room. When Sam caught sight of me, her eyes sparkled and she stood to hug me before we sat down. Some of the smirks around the table told me they knew all about us becoming intimate at this point, but I didn’t care as I dug into my sack lunch.

“So, Sam, I didn’t see you around much this weekend,” Simon said. He was the team catcher and was as tall as he was broad. He was also a boarding student.

Sam glanced at me, almost like she was checking if I was okay with her telling her friends. I just grinned and shrugged to indicate I was fine with whatever.

“I stayed over at Steph’s house,” Sam admitted with a rising blush. “Her family is so cool about everything. I had a blast.”

Just three small sentences. Facts that had no deeper meaning unless you saw the way she looked at me when she said them. I swear she was grinning so big her face was gonna stick that way.

“Awesome,” Simon said with a satisfied nod.

The others around the table were mostly older than me, but no one seemed to mind me being there. The conversation flowed naturally and I even jumped in a few times. It was obvious to me that they all really liked Sam and accepted me for her sake, but that didn’t bother me at all.

One thing I noticed during lunch was Bethany and Collen were fighting, albeit quietly. The previous week she had clung to him whenever I’d seen them, like she wanted everyone to know they were together. Whatever was going on came to a head and ran crying to the same bathroom I’d hidden in the previous week. Sam must have noticed me watching.

“Do you need to go see what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nope,” I said as I touched her thigh under the table. “Whatever her problem is, it doesn’t involve me. Not anymore.”

Sam nodded, her lips pressed thin, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I knew Bethany and I would probably patch things up at some point, but I wasn’t in a hurry. And her place is my life had definitely moved to below the place my girlfriend held after all the crap she’d put me and Joe through.

The school frowned on public displays of affections, so I hugged Sam again after lunch. She kissed me on the cheek near my ear and made me shiver.

“Any chance you can hang out after school?” Sam whispered.

“I’d love to, but Joe is grounded and I’ve got my period.”

Sam immediately pulled out her smartphone. I was so jelly that she had one and I didn’t. My parents promised to consider it for my next birthday. I peeked at her screen and saw her thumbing in my name.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Adding you to my period tracker app,” she smirked. “Did you start today?”

“Well, last night, but yeah.”

“Let me know when you finish,” she said with a smoldering look in her eyes.

“So you can put it in your app?” I guessed. For some reason talking about periods with my girlfriend was making me hot. Gross, I know, but damn she was so adorable.

“That, too.” She glanced around and risked a quick kiss before skipping off towards her locker.

Everyday we found a little time to spend together. She started passing me notes about silly, mundane things in her daily life, so I did the same. On Wednesday after school, she handed me a larger note that was rolled and tied with a red ribbon instead of being folded.

“Don’t open this until you get home tonight, then call me on my cell.”

When I got home I ran upstairs and shut myself up in my bedroom. After dumping my books on my desk, I carefully untied the ribbon and rolled it out. The paper was thick and slightly yellow, but I figured out why when the sketch appeared.

She had captured herself perfectly. Her nude body was now as familiar as my own as I traced the artful curves she’d drawn. The pose was reclined, like she was in bed waiting for me. She had managed to capture her own smoldering expression so well that my mouth watered in response. Her hips, her breasts, the soft tuft of hair at the joining of her thighs, it was all conveyed with a few strokes of a pencil and smudges of charcoal.

I left the sketch on my desk and ran back downstairs. I had her number dialed on the house line in seconds.

“So what do you think?” she asked with a pleased purr.

“I think I love it,” I answered immediately.

“I think I love you,” she whispered.

My heart stopped. My mind couldn’t form words to respond, but my eyes instantly teared up.

“You don’t have to say it back,” she continued. “I just wanted you to know.”

“Oh, Sam,” I cried into the phone. “I wouldn’t just say it back if I didn’t feel the same way.” Before I could say the words, she changed the subject.

“I want to draw you. I know you can’t stay after school, but can we sneak off at lunch tomorrow?” Sam asked. She was usually so self-assured, but her tone told me how much she wanted me to do this and was scared I’d say no.

“Of course,” I replied and got a sigh in response. “Oh, and you need to update your app.”

“Only three day?” she gasped and I laughed as I wiped my eyes. “Holy crap, I’m totally jealous.”

“Mine were so painful before I went to the doctor for it. I got an UID that releases hormones a few weeks ago. This is my first period since I got it, but it was *so* much better than it used to be.”

“You have any IUD?” Sam exclaimed.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling self-conscious at her reaction for some reason.

“Wow,” she whispered. “I never thought of doing that to make my periods easier.”

“Well, it worked for me,” I said. “And getting it hurt less than my period cramps.”

“Wait, that means we can fool around tomorrow!”

Her enthusiasm made me laugh. “Can you draw me and fool around before the end of lunch?”

“Fuck it, I’ll take a picture and draw it tomorrow night,” Sam said. I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Just make sure you delete it so you don’t get busted for sexting minors.”

“I’m just joking. We have plenty of time to be together. I’d honestly rather draw you this time. At least you can lay on the bed. I had to lay on the floor to see myself in the closet mirror while I drew myself.”

“I don’t know if I can be naked with you that long without touching you.”

“We’ll find out tomorrow!”

I hardly slept that night. I had to rub myself three times before I finally dozed off, but I felt refreshed when the alarm went off. I scrubbed myself clean and shaved off the fuzz that had been growing back before my debut as a nude model.

I debated what to wear, but settled for the closest thing to a thong Mom let me buy. It was white and arched high up my hips, making my legs look longer. I found a lacy white bra that matched well enough, then put on our school uniform. We got to wear our own clothes on Fridays, but every other day our uniform was required.

The whole morning I was fixated on being with Sam. Day students weren’t allowed in the dorms during school hours, so we would have to sneak. When I met her at her locker, she waited until the hallway was clear before dragging me through the door to the stairs. We ran up and I paused while Sam peeked out on her dorm floor. Moments later we were in her room with the door locked.

She helped me undress with as much enthusiasm as she’d shown when we went to bed Saturday night at my house. With twenty fingers working buttons and belts, I was rapidly down to my panties and bra.

“Ooo, I like,” she said as she traced the lacy edges of my underwear. Then she pushed the bra straps down my arms and I got goose bumps all over. She kissed the tops of my puffies while her nimble fingers unclasped the front of my bra. I let it fall to the floor while she moved to my panties. With an aching slowness, she tugged the elastic down to expose my wet slit.

“So beautiful,” she whispered as she leaned in to kiss it. I nearly gripped her hair to keep her mouth on me. One quick kiss, then down came my panties. I stepped out of them as she tickled them down my legs.

“How do you want me?” I asked, making the question ambiguous on purpose.

“Oh,” she moaned as she looked me up and down. “Draw first. You second. On the bed please and leave the sheets messed up like they are.”

I lay on my side with my head on the pillow. Sam posed me, moving my top knee down to touch the sheets. She pulled my lower arm out straight and bent my upper arm to leave my palm over my stomach. With one kiss on each of my puffies to make the nipples pop, she scooted over to where her sketch pad and charcoal pencils waited.

Watching her work was fascinating. Her concentration was amazing as she glanced back and forth between me and the sketchpad, her hands making marks that left gray stains on her palms. She tucked her bangs back repeatedly with the casual swipe she always used. As she continued to work, I relaxed and just studied her with all the love I was feeling.

And I *was* feeling love. *Real love.* Not the kind of giddy feeling I’d had for Mark. Not even the warmth I’d felt so strongly for Bethany. It was deeper in some way I couldn’t express. For the first time I understood what my Mom meant when she talked about meeting Dad. Things just *clicked*.

“Okay, I think I’m done, but don’t move yet,” Sam said. She held the sketchpad up while her eyes flickered back between it and me. Then she scooted closer and leaned back against the bed to show me her creation.

Seeing how she saw me took my breath away. I was so much more beautiful in the sketch than I ever had been in a mirror. Sam somehow managed to capture the love I’d just been feeling in my expression. She made my lips seem wet somehow.

Her careful attention to the details of my body made me appear older than I felt. The swell of my hips was more pronounced than I thought they were. And where I’d always seen just puffie nipples, now I saw the rounded shapes of my breasts.

I was sexy and funny and totally in love with whatever I was looking at in the sketch. I looked up at Sam with wet eyes. “Is this how you see me?”

“It’s how you *are*.”

I looked back at myself in wonder. “I look grown up.”

“It’s just how you look,” Sam said as she leaned the sketch against her chair and climbed into bed behind me to look at it with me. After a few minutes, I rolled over to face her and kissed her hard. I fumbled with her shirt until she just sat up and quickly took her clothes off.

I wanted to make her feel the way she’d made me feel. Even though we had to go soon, I took as much time as I could to communicate through kisses and caresses. She let me lead this time, tilting her head back when I kissed along her jaw. Her breasts were as sensitive as ever when my lips took her nipples into my mouth.

I ran my palm along her hips and stomach. She shivered at my touch, but her tiny gasps encouraged me to continue. I didn’t want to move her, so I shifted around on the bed, kissing her all over until I felt her soft hairs part to give me a taste. She lifted her upper leg as an invitation, but I wanted more than to kiss her there.

Grabbing her hips, I pulled until she was on top of me, her knees on either side of my head. She figured out what I wanted and scooted back until I could lick whatever she put in my mouth. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew she was on her hands and knees above me. Soon she was rubbing against my mouth while I encouraged her by licking wildly.

“Oh God, Steph,” she groaned as I felt her tense for her release.

I ran hands all over her ass while I fed. She was delicious and warm in my mouth. When her moment came, I held on to keep her from pulling away, taking whatever she gave me. She drenched me, but I didn’t care. I had to make her know, to feel what she’d made me feel.

When she collapsed on me, I kept kissing her tender folds and creases as she relaxed. She eventually rolled off and I turned to join her on the pillows. Her face was flushed and drowsy as I moved her hair to kiss her lips. She hummed a soul deep satisfaction and gave me lazy kisses in return.

“I love you, Sam,” I said. I wasn’t just repeating what she told me, I felt it to my core. Her eyes filled and she clutched me in a tight hug. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but we both missed the class after lunch before we got out of her room.

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