Belle often directed where our relationship would go. I followed. During her sixteenth year, I silently went through a roller coaster of feelings about what our relationship was and where it was going. I tried to maintain myself as her friend and confidant.
She would tell me of her boyfriends. I would relax. I could separate myself from thinking that she thinks of me as her boyfriend. She was draping herself on me, hugging me, and clinging to me. I was thrilled to have someone give me so much affection, and want affection from me. She is that way, giving herself freely, hungry for affection. I could enjoy it and also realize that she was not treating me anymore special than her boyfriends.
I was constantly trying to figure out whether she thought I was her boyfriend or not. I couldn't be, she's too young! Yet, secretly, she was what I wanted. I needed someone that loved me.
Early on, she would tell me that she loved me. I held off and wouldn't say it back, mostly to tease her. It worked well. I did eventually decide to say it. We were friends, and I loved her.
She decided to call me 'Papa', and she wanted me to call her 'Baby Girl'. By calling me 'Papa', she was making it clear that I wasn't replacing her dad. I was her second dad. It made things a whole lot easier and clearer for me when she decided this was our relationship. As her Papa, I could follow that role and keep myself in respectable bounds. In fact, in hindsight, I think she was trying to sort out our relationship as well and put some boundaries on it. Those boundaries didn't hold for long.
I was visiting her house on weekly and sometimes twice weekly basis. Her father and I were working on getting our congre_gations financial records in order. I would have dinner with the family and sit next to Belle. When he and I weren't working, I was either visiting with Belle or watching a movie with the family. I sometimes came over just to have dinner and watch a movie on their family night. (See "Her parents fostered our relationship" for more about this.)
Belle surprised me one day in late October 2004 by touching her lips to mine after we had some hugs. I didn't respond. Really, my lips, my mouth, my head, they didn't give any sign of responding. Inwardly, I was excited. I was holding back, because I never thought our relationship would go there. At that point, I still couldn't let myself go there. Yet.
I have every other Friday off. On Friday, November 12th, her father and I spent the day working on the books. That evening, her parents were going out. I was staying with Belle and her sister Gloria. Yes! That's right! I was going to be alone with the two girls. And, yes, they did trust me with their daughters. And, their daughters trusted me. Of course, inwardly, I was beside myself. (I think Belle must have been as well.)
We ordered pizza and watched videos. As usual, Belle and I cuddled on the sofa. I would sit on the soft, stretched out a bit. Belle would lay on the sofa with her upper body laying on my chest or on my lap. While laying in my lap, she would turn to me and giggle and smile sweetly. It warmed my heart to see her so content. (Truly.) She also started stealing kisses. Again, I barely responded, if at all. They were sweet touches to my lips. I didn't make any force or movement towards her. Her sister saw what was happening, even though Belle kind of shielded herself by turning her back to her sister. Gloria said, "Belle stop." We ignored her, though.
I wasn't totally unresponsive though. I was rubbing her butt. I had my hand resting there. Frankly, I don't recall anymore specifics. The following Friday was when our passions erupted, but this was a prelude. Her parents came home and both of us didn't act out of the ordinary. I tucked Belle in bed before I left without any further play, except for some hugs. But, riding home, I am sure I was thinking 'Oh, my! Oh, my!'. (I remember thinking that after my evenings at her house, many times.) I was thrilled and I have no idea what the heck I'm doing or where this was going.
The following Friday, November 19th, I come over to Belle's house mostly for a movie night. (I don't remember if her father and I worked on the books.) Gloria was at her at cousin's house, so it was just Belle, her parents and I. We had dinner. We gathered in the family room to watch a movie. I forgot to mention, but they had a basket of blankets that we would pull out and use on our laps. So, not only were Belle and I cuddled together on the sofa, we both had blankets covering us. This was true of the previous Friday and many of my visits. We watched 'Big Trouble in Little China'. They hadn't seen it. I like it. It's silly. They thought so too.
[Oh my, I used to remember this evening quite well. It's now a jumble. The essentials are still here. Excuse me.]
Everything that happened between me and Belle this evening was a first for me in every way. Belle guided me. She brought my hand to her breasts. I fondled her bra covered breasts. She put my hand under her top and under her bra. I fondled her breasts. I rubbed her butt. I put my hand inside her panties and rubbed her butt. She put my hand in front of her on belly and guided my hand down. I rubbed her sweat pant covered crotch. She guided my hand under her panties. I stroked her pubic hair. Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I stroked her pubic her. She whispered, 'lower, lower'. (!!!) Damn, I couldn't get lower. My hand and her hips weren't positioned right, and her panties restricted my movement. Remember, we are watching a movie with her parents with blankets covering us.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, we took an ice cream break. They were thoughtful enough to have sugar-free ice cream for me. Belle didn't want any ice cream. We want back to the sofa and cuddled while I ate my ice cream. I offered some of my ice cream to Belle. Oh my gosh, I fed Belle ice cream from my spoon. Oh my gosh, I took a mouthful of ice cream and scraped part of it off and she ate the rest. I fed her a spoonful and she left me some to finish. This was as hot as fondling her. It was so oral. I know this was a foreshadowing of what happened later. Actually, at the time, I had a feeling of something to come, but we were still surprised when it happened.
After the ice cream break, we continued with our play, except I didn't venture any further south than her curly hair. Belle was amazing too. She had her attention on the movie and would laugh out loud while I was fondling her. She acted as if nothing odd was happening. After the movie, everything proceeded as normal. Belle got ready for bed. I waited until she was ready for me to tuck her in bed.
I was alone when I went into her room. I don't remember what words were said.I don't remember saying anything about what we had just done that evening. She was laying on her bed under the covers. I leaned down to give her a hug. She kissed me. This time, I responded and just as quickly, I was kissing her as well. We kissed and almost immediately we were exploring each others mouths. It was the hottest first kiss I could ever have wanted. It was a long kiss, and when we pulled back, we both drew a hot breath. She said, "Wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me." I said, "Wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me, either." We kissed again, just as passionately as the first. Exploring our mouths and our tongues. We kissed.
She then got up on her hands and knees to reach over from the bed to an alarm clock on the shelf alongside her bed to set her alarm. I took the opportunity to reach around and under her to fondle her breast. Of course, that turned her on even more, well, she was really turned on, anyways. As she laid back down to her side, I rubbed her butt under sweat pants and touched her anus and she gave a quiet squeal of surprise. I told her, "you have a nice ass." She said something like, "oh my gosh, an old guy likes my ass." She wanted me to finger her from her front. Again, I found my position awkward and I didn't get the chance. We were very aware that either of her parents would walk in at any time. She had teen parental radar on and we paused a time or two before they came in. We kissed and hugged and I left.
We talked on the phone the next day. I told her, 'Oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!'. We had a long talk. She asked me what my intentions were toward her. Did I want to shack up and fool around, or did I want to marry her? I told her that I couldn't shack up. I would intend to marry her. We talked about what all of this meant and what we wanted. I wanted to be sure that she wanted this. I also wanted her to know what risk it was for me. I wanted her to be really sure she wanted this. She was willing to give up the relationship in order to save me from any risk. This convinced me. She was willing to give it up for my sake. I told her I loved her and I wanted her. We decided we both wanted and loved each other. We were willing to proceed.
She told me that she will no longer call me 'Papa'. I was not to call her 'Baby Girl' any longer. We were 'Baby' to each other (among other terms of endearment). We were boyfriend/girlfriend. My first passionate girlfriend.
We really tried and intended to keep our relationship a secret. We couldn't keep the secret for very long. ...
Our passion began three days before her 17th birthday.
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She would tell me of her boyfriends. I would relax. I could separate myself from thinking that she thinks of me as her boyfriend. She was draping herself on me, hugging me, and clinging to me. I was thrilled to have someone give me so much affection, and want affection from me. She is that way, giving herself freely, hungry for affection. I could enjoy it and also realize that she was not treating me anymore special than her boyfriends.
I was constantly trying to figure out whether she thought I was her boyfriend or not. I couldn't be, she's too young! Yet, secretly, she was what I wanted. I needed someone that loved me.
Early on, she would tell me that she loved me. I held off and wouldn't say it back, mostly to tease her. It worked well. I did eventually decide to say it. We were friends, and I loved her.
She decided to call me 'Papa', and she wanted me to call her 'Baby Girl'. By calling me 'Papa', she was making it clear that I wasn't replacing her dad. I was her second dad. It made things a whole lot easier and clearer for me when she decided this was our relationship. As her Papa, I could follow that role and keep myself in respectable bounds. In fact, in hindsight, I think she was trying to sort out our relationship as well and put some boundaries on it. Those boundaries didn't hold for long.
I was visiting her house on weekly and sometimes twice weekly basis. Her father and I were working on getting our congre_gations financial records in order. I would have dinner with the family and sit next to Belle. When he and I weren't working, I was either visiting with Belle or watching a movie with the family. I sometimes came over just to have dinner and watch a movie on their family night. (See "Her parents fostered our relationship" for more about this.)
Belle surprised me one day in late October 2004 by touching her lips to mine after we had some hugs. I didn't respond. Really, my lips, my mouth, my head, they didn't give any sign of responding. Inwardly, I was excited. I was holding back, because I never thought our relationship would go there. At that point, I still couldn't let myself go there. Yet.
I have every other Friday off. On Friday, November 12th, her father and I spent the day working on the books. That evening, her parents were going out. I was staying with Belle and her sister Gloria. Yes! That's right! I was going to be alone with the two girls. And, yes, they did trust me with their daughters. And, their daughters trusted me. Of course, inwardly, I was beside myself. (I think Belle must have been as well.)
We ordered pizza and watched videos. As usual, Belle and I cuddled on the sofa. I would sit on the soft, stretched out a bit. Belle would lay on the sofa with her upper body laying on my chest or on my lap. While laying in my lap, she would turn to me and giggle and smile sweetly. It warmed my heart to see her so content. (Truly.) She also started stealing kisses. Again, I barely responded, if at all. They were sweet touches to my lips. I didn't make any force or movement towards her. Her sister saw what was happening, even though Belle kind of shielded herself by turning her back to her sister. Gloria said, "Belle stop." We ignored her, though.
I wasn't totally unresponsive though. I was rubbing her butt. I had my hand resting there. Frankly, I don't recall anymore specifics. The following Friday was when our passions erupted, but this was a prelude. Her parents came home and both of us didn't act out of the ordinary. I tucked Belle in bed before I left without any further play, except for some hugs. But, riding home, I am sure I was thinking 'Oh, my! Oh, my!'. (I remember thinking that after my evenings at her house, many times.) I was thrilled and I have no idea what the heck I'm doing or where this was going.
The following Friday, November 19th, I come over to Belle's house mostly for a movie night. (I don't remember if her father and I worked on the books.) Gloria was at her at cousin's house, so it was just Belle, her parents and I. We had dinner. We gathered in the family room to watch a movie. I forgot to mention, but they had a basket of blankets that we would pull out and use on our laps. So, not only were Belle and I cuddled together on the sofa, we both had blankets covering us. This was true of the previous Friday and many of my visits. We watched 'Big Trouble in Little China'. They hadn't seen it. I like it. It's silly. They thought so too.
[Oh my, I used to remember this evening quite well. It's now a jumble. The essentials are still here. Excuse me.]
Everything that happened between me and Belle this evening was a first for me in every way. Belle guided me. She brought my hand to her breasts. I fondled her bra covered breasts. She put my hand under her top and under her bra. I fondled her breasts. I rubbed her butt. I put my hand inside her panties and rubbed her butt. She put my hand in front of her on belly and guided my hand down. I rubbed her sweat pant covered crotch. She guided my hand under her panties. I stroked her pubic hair. Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I stroked her pubic her. She whispered, 'lower, lower'. (!!!) Damn, I couldn't get lower. My hand and her hips weren't positioned right, and her panties restricted my movement. Remember, we are watching a movie with her parents with blankets covering us.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, we took an ice cream break. They were thoughtful enough to have sugar-free ice cream for me. Belle didn't want any ice cream. We want back to the sofa and cuddled while I ate my ice cream. I offered some of my ice cream to Belle. Oh my gosh, I fed Belle ice cream from my spoon. Oh my gosh, I took a mouthful of ice cream and scraped part of it off and she ate the rest. I fed her a spoonful and she left me some to finish. This was as hot as fondling her. It was so oral. I know this was a foreshadowing of what happened later. Actually, at the time, I had a feeling of something to come, but we were still surprised when it happened.
After the ice cream break, we continued with our play, except I didn't venture any further south than her curly hair. Belle was amazing too. She had her attention on the movie and would laugh out loud while I was fondling her. She acted as if nothing odd was happening. After the movie, everything proceeded as normal. Belle got ready for bed. I waited until she was ready for me to tuck her in bed.
I was alone when I went into her room. I don't remember what words were said.I don't remember saying anything about what we had just done that evening. She was laying on her bed under the covers. I leaned down to give her a hug. She kissed me. This time, I responded and just as quickly, I was kissing her as well. We kissed and almost immediately we were exploring each others mouths. It was the hottest first kiss I could ever have wanted. It was a long kiss, and when we pulled back, we both drew a hot breath. She said, "Wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me." I said, "Wow, I didn't know you felt that way about me, either." We kissed again, just as passionately as the first. Exploring our mouths and our tongues. We kissed.
She then got up on her hands and knees to reach over from the bed to an alarm clock on the shelf alongside her bed to set her alarm. I took the opportunity to reach around and under her to fondle her breast. Of course, that turned her on even more, well, she was really turned on, anyways. As she laid back down to her side, I rubbed her butt under sweat pants and touched her anus and she gave a quiet squeal of surprise. I told her, "you have a nice ass." She said something like, "oh my gosh, an old guy likes my ass." She wanted me to finger her from her front. Again, I found my position awkward and I didn't get the chance. We were very aware that either of her parents would walk in at any time. She had teen parental radar on and we paused a time or two before they came in. We kissed and hugged and I left.
We talked on the phone the next day. I told her, 'Oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!'. We had a long talk. She asked me what my intentions were toward her. Did I want to shack up and fool around, or did I want to marry her? I told her that I couldn't shack up. I would intend to marry her. We talked about what all of this meant and what we wanted. I wanted to be sure that she wanted this. I also wanted her to know what risk it was for me. I wanted her to be really sure she wanted this. She was willing to give up the relationship in order to save me from any risk. This convinced me. She was willing to give it up for my sake. I told her I loved her and I wanted her. We decided we both wanted and loved each other. We were willing to proceed.
She told me that she will no longer call me 'Papa'. I was not to call her 'Baby Girl' any longer. We were 'Baby' to each other (among other terms of endearment). We were boyfriend/girlfriend. My first passionate girlfriend.
We really tried and intended to keep our relationship a secret. We couldn't keep the secret for very long. ...
Our passion began three days before her 17th birthday.
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