Little Big Man

He was five feet, three inches tall. He weighed a whopping 115 pounds. At eighteen years old, he was checking in to a new high school in the first month of the school year. His father was a fighter pilot in the Air Force. They moved a lot. They moved so much that his mother had her fill of it five years ago and divorced his dad.

He knew what it was like, checking in to a new school. He had done it many times before. It didn\'t make him happy because he knew that once again his ass would be on the line. Kids are not particularly kind to people who are a little different and his diminutive size definitely made him different.

He shouldered his pack and reported to the registration desk. It took him half an hour to check in. It took another hour to sort out his class schedule. He asked to see the physical education instructor, but the instructor would not be available until the next day. A bell rang and classes changed. It was lunch time. \Well, I better get this over with,\ he thought.

He made his way to the cafeteria. A big jock type kid yelled, \Hey boy the grade school is two blocks down.\ He ignored the jibe and checked out the serving line. His selections were all very healthy, passing up the fried stuff and the junk food.

He took his tray to a table in the corner and sat down to eat. The big jock type strolled over to his table. \What is a shrimp like you doing in high school? You\'re barely big enough to be out of kindergarten.\

\I gonna ask you one time to leave me alone. Don\'t bother me. Go play with your friends.\ He replied.

Not taking the hint, the jock started to grab his tray. The kid shifted his weight, grabbed the errant wrist and gave it a quick twist. The jock doubled over in pain. \I asked you nicely to leave me alone. I meant it. The next time, I\'ll break it.\

John Taylor was small, but he was highly skilled. He had attended karate classes since he was five. At twelve, he was a black belt. At fifteen, he attained instructor status. Now, at eighteen, he was a dangerous weapon. He had learned from the best martial arts instructors on the planet. When he found out that he was too short to be a fighter pilot like his dad, he had concentrated on his martial arts skills to the exclusion of all else. Even though he was small, there were few men who could defeat him. If the truth were told, he could have kicked the shit out of the entire football team at one sitting.

The jock had tears in his eyes as he nursed his wrist. The pain was incredible. It wasn\'t broken, but it would hurt like hell for several hours. He moved away from the table. \See ya later,\ he threatened.

\Bad idea,\ replied John.

A hush had fallen over the cafeteria. They had all been waiting to see what Curt would do to the new boy. They never expected him to be defeated so easily. They all stared at John as he ate his lunch.

The bell for fourth period rang and John trotted to calculus class. He liked calculus. It was simple, clean and followed never changing rules. He was a straight \A\ student. School came easily to him. He liked it except the part where he had to shut off the bullies. He didn\'t enjoy hurting people, but he would take crap from no one, man or boy.

The rest of the day went without incident. When the final bell rang, he shouldered his pack and started the two mile run home. He ran everywhere. He never walked outside. He had absolutely no fat on his small frame. Endless practice had made him quicker than a cat. When he spotted the bully waiting for him at the gate, he completely ignored him.

As he passed through the gate, the jock made a grab for his pack. He easily avoided it, turned and walked over to the jock. \What\'s it gonna be? Which part of you do you want broken?\

\There isn\'t any way a punk like you can hurt me in any way!\

John looked up at him. \Last chance,\ he whispered.

The jock pulled his hands up to push John. John thumped him in a certain place on his breast bone. The jock collapsed, gasping for air. John left him there and returned to his run.

The next morning John ran to school. He went into the cafeteria and bought a carton of orange juice. A couple of coeds walked by him, whispering and giggling.

He trotted over to the attendance office. \May I please talk to the Phys Ed instructor,\ he asked politely.

\He can see you right away. Go to the teacher\'s lounge in this building. He\'ll be there. His name is Mr. Givens.\

John found the teacher\'s lounge and found Mr. Givens sitting by himself with a cup of coffee. He introduced himself. \What\'s the problem son?\

\I don\'t have a problem. I would like to enroll in any martial arts class you offer. I also want to be considered for the swimming team and the wrestling team.\

\Why don\'t you come to my office in the gym right after school. We can discuss your physical prowess then.\

\Okay sir, I\'ll be there.\ He left the admin building and headed for his first class.

When the last bell rang, he headed for the gym. He strode into the instructor\'s office. \Good afternoon sir,\ he said.

\Okay kid, what\'s on your mind?\

\I want to get into sports. I am a skilled karate instructor, a good boxer, good swimmer and great wrestler.\

\Aren\'t you a little small to want to do all these things?\

\Actually sir I have already done all these things in the schools I attended before I got here.\

\I read about a kid named John Taylor who was a martial arts expert. Do you know who he is?\

\Yes sir, I do.\

\Do you know him?\

\Sir, I am him.\

\Do you have a free period? I would like to see what you\'ve got before I make any rash decisions.\

\Third period is open for me.\

\Be here during third period tomorrow. Bring your gym shorts and a t-shirt.\

\Yes sir. Thank you sir.\

He ran home. The jock was nowhere in sight.

He couldn\'t wait to get to school the next day. He enjoyed physical activity immensely and his body needed regular work outs. Third period came and he sprinted to the gym.

\Okay boy,\ greeted the coach, \We\'ll start with some exercises. How many pull ups can you do?\

\I never tried for a record. My usual workout is twenty with my left arm, then twenty with my right arm, then fifty with both.\

The coach blinked his eyes. \Show me.\

John jumped up and caught the bar. He effortlessly performed the exercise.

\What does your regular exercise consist of?\

\Well sir I usually do the pull ups, then a hundred pushups, some floor exercises and a rope climb, if I\'ve got the rope. Then I do my karate regime. I run two miles to school and two miles back every day, rain or shine. That about does it. Oh, I almost forgot, I usually run ten miles on the weekends because I don\'t get to run to school.\

\Please take off your shirt.\

John removed his shirt revealing a body that looked like it was chiseled out of granite.

\Okay, put it back on.\

\Do I get on the team sir? I really need the contact.\

\You could kill the football team.\

\That\'s probably true sir, but I promise I won\'t damage anyone permanently.\

The coach looked at him like he was a loaded machine gun. \I\'ll find a place for you. Do you play football?\

\I never tried.\

\We\'ll give you a tryout this afternoon after school.\

\All right!\ John almost shouted.

The last bell rang and John headed for the practice field. Coach Givens was waiting for him. \How fast can you run forty yards?\ he asked.

\I don\'t know, I\'ve never been timed.\

\Get on the mark and when I say go, run as fast as you can past that marker.\

John got into position.

\Go!\ yelled the coach.

John disappeared down the track like he was on fire. The coach looked at his stopwatch in disbelief. The kid had just turned in a 4.4 in his first ever attempt. \He must be super man,\ the coach muttered. \What a running back he could be if he\'s tough enough.\

John turned around and ran back to the coach just as fast as he had run before. He stopped in front of the coach. \Well, how did I do?\

\You are faster than the best track man we\'ve got. Do you want to play football for us? Some of our guys are really big and really strong.\

\Size and strength really mean almost nothing. What counts is skill and knowledge.\ John stated.

\Be here after school tomorrow. We\'ll get you padded up and suited up.\

\Okay coach.\ John picked up his pack and trotted out of sight.

John reported to the football coach the next day after school. They didn\'t have equipment small enough to fit him. \If you\'ll just give me a helmet, I can play without pads.\

\No son, we can\'t let you do that. If you got hurt, all our asses would be on the line. I\'ll order the pads and the uniform. Meanwhile why don\'t you do some wind sprints?\

So John started sprinting up and down the hundred yard track. He was still running tirelessly when the coach called him in. \Don\'t you ever stop?\

\No sir, not unless you want me to.\ He smiled.

\I want you to meet the team,\ he said as he whistled them in. \This is John Taylor; He wants to be a football player. We should have some equipment for him in the next day or two. When he gets it, he\'ll be practicing with you.\

\I can\'t wait!\ said a voice from the back. It was Curt Hoskins, the guy who had tried to rough him up. He was a defensive end.

He looked at Curt and smiled, \Me too.\

When John left the practice field he noticed several girls standing around, watching him and giggling. He shouldered his pack and quickly ran home.

\How are things going son?\ his father asked.

\Not bad, I think they may let me join the football team.\

\That\'s good. Try not to hurt anyone.\

\Aw, dad, you know I won\'t,\ he grinned.

The next day his pads arrived. As he suited up, Curt came by and said, \Now you\'re gonna get yours.\

\I\'ll try not to hurt you,\ John replied.

They all charged out of the locker room and onto the practice field. The coach blew his whistle. \Twenty minutes calisthenics.\ He roared. His assistants started the exercises, leading the students through a series of push ups, running in place and all the things football players do when they\'re learning the game. By the time they were finished, many of the players were huffing and puffing on the ground. John hadn\'t even broken a sweat. He knew he would have to work extra hard at home to keep from getting fat on the gridiron.

The coach called them in and told them it was time to scrimmage. John was unfamiliar with the term. \While they start, I\'ll show you what I want,\ the coach said.

While the team was practicing, the coach explained to John the basic moves he wanted to see.

John trotted to the huddle and replaced their number one running back. The play they were going to run would give him the ball and he would run around the end that Curt was guarding. The ball was snapped and the quarterback handed him the ball. He shot down the line like a rocket. Curt was waiting for him. As Curt made a dive at his knees, John jumped high in the air. Curt came down with an armload of nothing as John streaked toward the goal. He had a step on the linebacker, but it was more than enough as he easily outran him.

The coach and his assistants couldn\'t believe what they just saw. Curt was an all state defensive end, yet he had been easily defeated by a very small back. \Christ, what\'s he gonna be like when he learns the game?\ the coach asked. \Same time tomorrow.\ He yelled.

John ran into the locker room and quickly stripped putting his new equipment neatly in his locker. Then he got in the shower. Curt came into the shower room, stared at John and did a quick double take. John was a small ball of muscle. He could see no fat anywhere. He also sported an eight inch cock. Curt started to talk to him, but he was dried and running out the door before a word could be said.

\He wasn\'t running from you. He runs everywhere,\ said the coach.

\I wasn\'t going to hassle him. I wanted to talk to him. I\'m big, but I\'m not stupid. Did you see that body? He is a solid piece of muscle and sinew.\

\You have made a wise choice Curt. He is also a karate instructor. I\'ve read about him in fitness magazines. His whole life is diet, exercise and karate. There is no doubt in my mind he could take on the entire team by himself and win. He once defeated five ninjas in a tournament in Japan. Friendly is the way to go. Tell all your team mates. I don\'t want any of them killed.\

As he ran past the gate, he noticed the same group of girls twittering away and smiling at him. He wasn\'t gay, but he didn\'t have time for girls. They were too complicated and emotional. He smiled back and ran toward home.

As time marched on, he became more proficient at the game of football. He was on the swim team. He was going to join the wrestling team following football season. He had thought he might try basketball, but when he got to them gym, he realized that would not be good. The shortest guy on the basketball team was a little over a foot taller than him. Oh well.

One day in the cafeteria while sitting at his table in the corner, two of the girls who had been following him around came over and asked if they could sit with him. \Sure, no problem,\ he said. He wasn\'t used to talking to girls and he didn\'t know what to say. \What are your names?\ he asked.

\I\'m Cheryl and this is Sharon. Why are you always alone?\

\I don\'t know. I guess nobody wants to talk to me.\

\Maybe they\'re afraid of you.\

\Why would they be? I\'m just a small guy. I don\'t bite!\

The girls giggled. \We saw what you did to Curt on your first day here. Nobody has ever done that to him.\

\I don\'t want to hurt anyone. I just don\'t take a load of crap from anybody.\

\Can we walk home with you today?\

\I never walk. I run everywhere.\

\Why?\

\It helps keep me fit. Sorry.\

\Well, could we visit you on a weekend?\

\Okay, but you\'ll have to call first. I am usually involved.\

\How about this weekend?\'

\Sure, just call me first.\ He wrote his number on a pad and handed it to them.

The bell rang for the next class and he sprinted out of the cafeteria. \This could be trouble,\ he thought as he neared the class room.

He scored three touchdowns in the Friday night varsity game. His team won by eleven points. He was relaxing before his Saturday morning exercise session when the phone rang. It was Cheryl. \Can we come over now?\ she asked.

\Okay, but you\'ll have to watch while I finish my exercise routine. I don\'t let anything interfere with that.\

\Okay, we\'ll be right over.\

When the girls got there he was stripped to the waist, barefoot and wearing gym shorts. He answered the door. \Come on in.\

The girls stared at his chiseled form and followed him into his home gym. They watched as he performed some really difficult exercises. \Excuse me for a minute,\ he said. \I have to get into my karate uniform.\

When he returned he was clad in a well worn karate outfit. He started a truly beautiful routine. It looked incredibly difficult. He produced a sword, seemingly out of midair and went through what appeared to be an extremely dangerous routine. The sword disappeared and he walked rapidly around the room on his hands, flipped up to his feet and announced, \Shows over. Why don\'t you wait for me in the living room? I\'m all sweaty and I have to take a quick shower.\

\Okay,\ they sighed.

As he departed, the girls giggled among themselves. \I think we should go spy on him,\ said Cheryl. \I heard he has an enormous cock.\

\Well, since we\'re both eighteen, we wouldn\'t be breaking any laws. What if he got angry with us? Did you see all that stuff he was doing? Did you notice his body? I think we should wait for a more opportune time,\ Sharon replied.

\I think you\'re just a big \'fraidy cat, but you could be right about the angry thing. It\'s best not to provoke him. Shhh, here he comes.\

He was wearing a dress shirt and a pair of slacks. They ensemble looked expensive.

\What are those slacks made of?\ Sharon asked.

\They\'re Thai silk. I got them in Bangkok, same as the shirt. Do you like it?\

\Oh yeah, I\'ve never seen a silk shirt, Can I touch it?\

\Okay.\

Sharon sat down next to him on the couch. She tentatively reached out her hand and felt the smooth silk. \Ooo, it\'s so smooth. Was it expensive/\

\No I won it in a tournament.\

\So all those rumors are true. You really are a martial arts expert?\

\Guilty as charged. But I never hurt people unless they are trying to hurt me. Do you girls want some lunch?\

\Please,\ answered Cheryl.

\How do you feel about sushi? It is really healthy and it tastes good.\

\Okay, I\'ve never had it before, but we\'ll try it, won\'t we Cheryl?\

\Great! Let\'s go down to the sushi joint and chow down.\

\We can\'t run to the sushi joint at lunch time,\ said Sharon.

\I know, it\'s twelve miles away and you two would never make it. We\'ll take my car.\

\You have a car and you run everywhere?\

\Well, not everywhere. Follow me.\

They followed him to the garage. Inside was a brand new yellow Firebird.

\That must have cost you a fortune,\ Sharon exclaimed.

\No, I won it in a contest. Get in.\

He drove slowly to the sushi joint. They went inside. \Ah, Mr. Taylor, would you like a table for three?\

\Yes, please Ishi, and let the girls look at your selections, please.\

\Of course, Mr. Taylor. Please follow me,\ he said to the girls.

The girls followed him into the sushi preparation area. Fish was everywhere, but it didn\'t smell fishy. It smelled fresh. They watched, fascinated, while the sushi chef prepared several selections for the patrons.

\What did you think?\ John asked as they returned to the table.

\They didn\'t cook anything. It was all raw!\

\That\'s what sushi is. It is prepared on usually served on a small roll of rice with condiments. I really think you should give it a try.\

\Okay, we\'ll try it but if we don\'t like it, can we go to McDonalds?\ Cheryl begged.

\I\'ll take you to the poison palace if you just can\'t stand the sushi. Give us a large combination platter,\ he said to the waiter. \And bring us some herb tea.\

The girls were surprised at how good the meal was. Micky D\'s was definitely out.

\Where do you want to go now?\ he asked. \I don\'t run until four o\'clock.\

\Run, why are you going to run? I thought exercise was over.\

\I run ten miles every day on the weekend because I don\'t get to run to school. I can\'t let that fat start.\

\Let\'s drive out to the lake,\ Sharon suggested.

\Okay,\ agreed Cheryl.

John drove toward the lake. He was a very good driver, not like a teenager at all. The girls were glad that he didn\'t try that juvenile \'scare \'em\' stuff.

Never one to let an opportunity pass, Cheryl said, \Maybe we can go skinny dipping.\

This yielded a sharp look from Sharon. \You go skinny dip. I\'m staying dry.\

\We\'ll come back sometime when we have swim suits,\ laughed John. \By the way, Cheryl, you seem to be anxious to get me nude. Is there a reason for that?\

\Well, we\'ve heard rumors that you are not as small as you look.\

\What do you mean?\

\Cheryl wants to look at your thingy,\ replied Sharon.

\Do you want to see it too?\ John asked incredulously.

\No, I\'ll go somewhere if you want to show it to her. I\'m not ready for that with you yet.\

\You don\'t have to go anywhere. I\'m not waving my wick around for Cheryl,\

Cheryl was pouting. \I\'m gonna take a little walk,\ she said as she got out of the car. \Are you coming Sharon?\

\No I\'ll just stay here and talk to John.\

Cheryl stalked angrily away from the car and was soon out of sight over a small hill.

\Your friend is too fast for my taste,\ John said.

\She is a little bold. She told me she was gonna try to get you to fuck her.\

\Ain\'t gonna happen. I would have to know someone very well before I\'d even consider it,\ replied John. \Would you like to go to a movie tonight?\

\Okay, but don\'t tell Cheryl. She\'s a good friend despite her forward tilt. I don\'t want to hurt her.\

\I have never had much time for girls, so I\'m pretty amateurish when it comes to women. I hope you don\'t mind.\

\Not at all. Which movie do you want to see?\

\You pick the movie and give me a call. We\'ll go where ever you choose.\

\I\'ll call you about six,\ she agreed. \Here comes Cheryl. She doesn\'t look angry any more.\

Cheryl plopped down in the car. John fired up the engine and drove them back to town. He dropped them off at Sharon\'s house.

As they went inside Sharon said, \See? I told you to go slow. Now her probably thinks we\'re a couple of sluts.\

\I don\'t care what he thinks. I wanna see that pecker!\

John strolled into his house. He knew he had been maneuvered into a date. Girls were very crafty people and he knew he\'d have to keep his wits about him if he was to survive. He looked on the whole dating scene as a mantrap.

At six on the dot the phone rang. \Hi Sharon,\ he answered. \Did you pick a movie?\

\I want to go to the drive in.\

\Okay, what time can I pick you up?\

\Have you eaten yet?\

\No, do you want to have something to eat?\

\Could we go back to the sushi joint?\

\Sure. When?\

\How about seven?\

\I\'ll pick you up at seven. Casual?\

\Of course, see you then.\

He realized with dismay that he had been out smarted again. What possible benefit could she be getting from outwitting him?

He pulled the Firebird into her driveway at precisely seven o\'clock. \Come in,\ she called from the door. He got out and approached the house. \What now?\ he thought.

She held the door for him and followed him inside. \This is my mama and daddy,\ she smiled.

Mama turned out to be a short woman with curly hair and flashing blue eyes. Daddy was a huge man who looked like he had led a pretty rough life. He seized John\'s hand and shook it, surprised at how solid it was. John was so small he had expected the \dish rag\ grip. He smiled at John.

\Sharon tells us you are into martial arts,\ he said.

\Yes, sir, I am.\

\You have a firm grip. I like that. We can\'t have our daughter dating weaklings, now can we?\

\No, sir, I guarantee, I\'m no weakling.\

\Ernest, leave the boy alone. Next thing, you\'ll be wrestling on the floor!\ chirped mama.

\Oh, Katie, I\'m just getting acquainted.\

\I\'m ready to go,\ Sharon said.

\Please have her back by midnight,\ daddy requested.

\Yes, sir.\

They got in the car a started toward the restaurant. \Daddy is such a pain!\ she said.

\No, he\'s just looking out for his little girl.\

\I\'m not a little girl! I\'m eighteen and I\'m a woman!\

\I now that and you know that but daddy will never know that. You will always be his little girl,\ John smile at her.

\I guess you\'re right, but it is so embarrassing sometimes.\

\Don\'t be embarrassed on my account. I have to deal with that \little boy\ crap all the time.\

Once again, they enjoyed the pleasures of an expert sushi chef. \We still have an hour until the movie starts. What do you want to do?\ asked John.

\Let\'s go walk through the park and enjoy the evening,\ she answered.

They got out of the car at the park and walked up a secluded path. For the first time, he held her hand. He squeezed it a little and she squeezed back. He was surprised he was enjoying this so much. They walked past the duck pond and sat on a park bench. He put his arm around her waist. She snuggled in close to him. Time just seemed to fly by. Before they knew it, it was time for the movie to start.

He looked at her as he drove down the hill to the entrance of the drive in. He couldn\'t figure out what was attracting him, but he recognized that whatever it was, it was something powerful.

\Where do you want to park?\ he asked.

\Near the back.\

He found a suitable spot and secured the speaker to the window. She offered her hand again and he took it. \Let\'s get in the back. This isn\'t going to be very comfortable,\ he suggested. He was right. The bucket seats were a major interference.

She quickly agreed and they got in the back seat. It wasn\'t large, but it definitely yielded more room than the front. She slid over next to him and snuggled under his arm. The lights went out. The movie started. She wriggled a little closer. He hugged her shoulder as she melted into him.

He had never felt this way before. His hormones were boiling inside his body and he didn\'t recognize the unfamiliar sensations that were being generated. He looked at her. She was staring at him. Her lips parted. He could see her little pink tongue waiting just inside. She moved up and kissed him full on the mouth. It was his first kiss. She probed his lips with her tongue and he parted his lips a little. Her tongue darted inside his mouth and found his tongue. She teased it into her mouth and sucked on it.

His well ordered world exploded into an ambush of passion. Those unfamiliar sensations grew in stature until they overwhelmed his being. Her hand was on his chest, rubbing, feeling, groping.

\What are you doing to me?\' he panted.

\I\'m loving you. Haven\'t you ever been loved?\

\No, but I think I like it.\

She dragged his hand to her breast.

He could feel the soft flesh, even through her bra and blouse. It was so warm and soft. He wanted more, but was unsure about how to do it. He started by unbuttoning her blouse. He slid his hand inside and felt her bra covered tits. He slipped his hand under the bra and felt real female flesh for the first time.

She moaned as she felt his hand on her bare breast. She had never let a boy feel her up before. This was great! She loved the feel of his hard, muscular hand on her body. She wanted more, a lot more. She let her hand drift to his thigh. She heard him groan. She was sliding her hand upward when the lights came on. Intermission. Just in time!

\I\'ve never felt this way before,\ he commented.

\Neither have I. We should take it slow. I want more but I don\'t know what I want more of.\

\Are you a virgin?\ he asked.

\Yeah, how about you?\

\I thought that would be obvious, since I don\'t know what I\'m doing.\

\I really like what we were doing during the movie, but I got the feeling that if we went just a little farther, I wouldn\'t be able to stop,\ she remarked.

\I got the same feeling. We\'ll have to be careful and not get carried away. You are showing me a whole new world. I\'m beginning to understand what all the excitement is about.\

As the lights dimmed for the second feature, she slid her hand under his shirt and tickled his nipples. He returned the favor, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she moaned softly into his neck. She offered her lips and he took them, nibbling on one and then the other. She really liked that. His tongue probed her open mouth and again they were lost in a deep lover\'s kiss. He loved the feel of her tongue as it slipped wetly past his. He sucked on it and played with it.

He felt her hand on his thigh again. She slowly let it slip up between his legs and soon found his rigid cock. She squeezed it gently through his pants. She felt his fingers slide under the elastic band on her panties. Soon he was fingering her vulva. He rubbed her gently and felt her wetness on his hand. Curious, he raised the hand to his nose. She watched as he licked her juices off his fingers. It was so sexy!

She knew she was reaching the point of no return. He sensed it too and said, \We better slow down for a while. Let\'s watch the movie. What\'s it about, anyway?\

\Beats me! I\'ve been too busy to watch. You\'re right. We should calm down for a while. I could feel myself slipping away again.\

So they sat and watched the rest of the movie with just a little light kissing and touching. She buttoned her blouse and when the lights came on, they drove away. It was ten thirty. They had an hour and a half to kill before midnight.

\I think maybe I should take you home,\ John offered.

\Let\'s go sit in the park for a while. The night is warm and I\'m in the mood for a little more of you,\ she said.

They drove back to the park and sat in the dark holding hands and kissing. In ten minutes they were thoroughly entwined with each other. She had her tongue half way down his throat and was stroking his cock through his trousers. His watch alarm went off just as they reached the ignition point again.

\We\'ve got to go. I don\'t want to piss your father off.\

\I\'m almost at the point of saying, I don\'t care, but you are right. Let\'s go\

She wearily dragged herself off the bench and followed him to the car. He drove her straight home, arriving at eleven twenty. Daddy would be pleased. He walked her to the door. She turned around, put her hands around his neck and jammed her tongue into his wanting mouth. \I\'m gonna tell Cheryl tomorrow that you are mine.\

\Okay, I hope this doesn\'t ruin your friendship.\

\She\'ll just have to get over it. She may try to get you to date her. I would rather you don\'t.\

\Does that mean you want to be my steady girlfriend?\

\I guess it does.\

\You have to tell mama and daddy so they\'ll now what that means.\

\I will. Goodnight\ She kissed him again.

He floated home. He had never felt this way before. His view of the future was changing. Now, there was a woman sharing it. He wasn\'t sure if that was bad or good, he just knew he kind of liked it. He couldn\'t wait for next weekend.

Saturday, and the phone rang again. \Hi, honey.\

\How did you know it was me?\ she asked.

\I\'ve got to do my exercises.\

\Can I watch?\

\Sure. Come on over.\

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. He opened it and she walked in with her gym clothes on.

\I\'ve decided to try some of this exercise stuff,\ she announced.

\Great! You can start by doing just a few of the things I do. When we\'re done if you are not too tired, I\'ll teach you a little self defense.\

\Super!\ she answered. \By the way, where is your father?\

\He\'s been deployed to Korea for a couple of months.\

\You mean, we\'re all alone here?\

\Yup.\

\Super!\

\Let\'s start,\ he commanded. \Just do what I do, but do it slower and not as many times. I don\'t want you to get hurt.\

He started his routine. She tried to keep up, but it was impossible. It was much harder than it looked when he was doing it. Half way through, she dropped to the floor, gasping for air. As usual, he looked completely relaxed and at ease. \You should have taken it easier,\ he admonished.

\I\'ll try to do better next time. We\'d better skip the karate lesson for today.\

\Okay, I\'ll drive you to the park and you can watch while I run or you can join me.\

\Ten miles? There is no way I could do that.\

\Maybe you could just do a couple of laps around the pond and wait for me.\

\Okay, let\'s go.\

He drove them to the park. The run started with her jogging along with him. The further they went. The slower she got. Finally she said, \I\'ll just wait for you here on the bench.\

He took off at a rapid pace. When he came out of the woods and rounded the pond, there were two guys with her. They had her arms and legs and were carrying her off. She was struggling and yelling for help. He ran out in front of the two apes.

\Get out of the way, punk. This isn\'t any of your business.\

\Turn her loose and live. Hold her and live in pain,\ John answered.

They dropped her to the ground and tried to pounce on him, but he was much too fast. As the first one passed him, he chopped the guy in the throat. He hit the dirt and tried to breath. The other guy turned and charged. John caught him in midstride and delivered a crippling blow to the groin. The ape collapsed holding his nuts and screaming, \I\'ll get you for that.\

John walked quietly over to the one holding his balls. \You don\'t learn very easy.\ John broke his arm in three places with one blow. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other guy running toward him. He sidestepped and kicked the guy in the knees. He heard something crack. The ape collapsed. \You are another slow learner,\ he whispered, kicking the other knee out of joint. He looked at them closely to determine if they were disabled. \Stay away from my park. If I see you here again, I\'ll kill you.\

He gathered Sharon into his arms and carried her to the car. She wept all the way home. He took her into his house and sat her on the sofa. \How badly did they hurt you?\

\I\'ve got some cuts and scrapes on my hips and my left arm is hurting.\

He went to the bathroom and got his medical relief kit. She was still sobbing on the sofa. \Take off your shirt,\ he ordered.

She pulled the shirt off over her head revealing a new sports bra. He examined the cut on her arm and applied some disinfectant to it. \Now the pants,\ he said.

She unashamedly removed her jogging pants. She had on a white see through panty. He could clearly see her crease in it. He examined and treated her legs. \Anywhere else?\

\No, that\'s it.\

\Just sit there for a while and don\'t move. After the medicine dries, I\'ll give you a massage.\

\Oh good!\ she answered. \You know those guys were going to rape me.\

He nodded.

\You saved me.\

He nodded.

They watched TV, her in her panties and bra, him in his exercise clothes. He was admiring her curves and bumps. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

She, of course, caught him checking her out. \Oh, you naughty boy! And with me wounded!\

\I can\'t help it. You have true beauty, inside and out.\

\You haven\'t checked out the inside yet.\

\You know what I mean. Did you tell your folks that we are an Item?\

\Yes.\

\What did daddy say?\

\He said that it was about time for me to join the grownup world.\

\What did mama say?\

\She gave me the baby lecture and a pack of condoms.\

He stood toe to toe with her and kissed her. His blood was boiling and so was hers.

\Follow me,\ he commanded.

As he entered his room with her trailing close behind him, he shucked his exercise suit leaving him is a jock strap.

Her eyes got big when she saw his granite buns. He turned around and she took off her bras and panties. He removed his jock. His erect eight inch cock swayed in front of her. Her eyes got bigger.

\It probably won\'t fit,\ she ventured.

\We\'ll test your theory,\ he replied as he pinched her erect nipples. She sighed and stepped into him. She could feel his erection pressing against her bare crotch. It felt like a salami.

They fell together on his bed. His hands sought her pussy. When he found it, he rubbed and rolled her outer lips. He felt her moisture in his palm. \I must taste that,\ he told her.

She opened her legs a little and he kissed her thighs. She opened a little more a he slid his tongue toward her treasure. The aroma rising from her slit was overwhelming. He licked it. It had a salty, sweet flavor. He stuck his tongue into her vagina. Her hips bucked as he licked her hard. It tasted great and smelled great. He could do this forever.

Her hands went around his head as she pulled him on top of her. \I want it now,\ she whispered. She had his erection in her hands. She pulled it to her center.

\If you want to quit, now\'s the time,\ he sighed.

\Take me now! Make me your woman!\ she demanded.

His cock started into her opening and soon met with the resistance of her innocence. She locked her legs around his butt and jerked him into her. She screamed as her cherry departed, never to return. A little blood and a lot of pussy juice mottled the sheet. Her legs beat a tattoo on his rump, forcing him deeper. She shed not a tear.

He stroked rapidly into her and she returned his ministrations stroke for stroke. They didn\'t know how to make it last and so soon; he felt his semen rising in his balls. She was humping madly away. She screamed as she came, milking his cock, wanting it all. He burst deep inside her. She felt the warm, gooey semen jetting into her. She loved it.

He lay on top of her breathing heavily. She was lying under him thinking how great life was. Both of them came to a realization at the same time. \We forgot the condom!\ they chorused.

\Well, it\'s too late now,\ she commented. \You might as well leave it in me. I love the way it feels.\

\Your father will kill me if I\'ve made you pregnant. I am so sorry.\

\I\'m not. At least now I know that wonderful feeling of being shot full of cum. This is so cool. I love you!\

What? What? Had he heard her right? She loved him? \What did you say?\

\I said, I love you, it is the truth. I don\'t care if you love me or not. I just know I love you.\

\I\'m not sure if I love you. I don\'t know what love is. I know that any time I\'m with you, I feel wonderful. I know I want to see a lot more of you. Maybe that\'s love.\

\Whatever it is, it\'s good enough for me! You may be little to the rest of the world, but you\'re a great big man to me!\