"I suppose we were in love, if it's possible for two 13 year olds to bein love. We even giggled about our wedding day - which one would get towear the...wedding gown and which the tuxedo. We finally decided we wouldboth wear gowns and went down to the drug store to pick up a couple ofbridal magazines. We each found the gown we wanted to be married in."And then one day she was standing at my front door. I opened the doorand found her crying. She was finally able to tell me through her tearsthat. I ran my hands gently through her hair. All too soon I felt like I was going to climax, so enthralled was I by her dedication I gave her a warning which to my pleasant surprise only made her go faster. When I came she kept sucking until a second wave of pleasure came over me.She got up and I told her we were going to the bedroom. "I really don't think we should.." she said as I guided her there. I kissed her neck as my hands felt her full soft breasts. I raised one to my mouth and sucked on her. That would be so tragic if you were to be caught in a badneighborhood, wouldn't it?" she said with a knowing smirk. She thenreturned to the vanity."I'm still not finished with you Timothy. You're coming along, quitewell actually. But there's still more work to do, still more I have inmind for you dear. And I admit, you've become a very efficienthousekeeper. I'd much enjoy if you stayed on here with me. You'd bemuch more fulfilled here and much safer, don't you agree?" She finishedthen. ”“You’re not a slut,” I said. reaching to grip her arm.“Thank you,” she said.“Say it.”She balked.“Say it!“ I barked. I also squeezed.“Okay!“ she said. “I’m not a slut.”“If you call yourself that again, I’ll spank you,” I said.She smiled, and then said, “Get up. Get dressed. I mean it.”So I did that. She got dressed, too, and took me back to the dorm.We didn’t kiss good night. Somebody might have seen that.But she reached for my hand and squeezed it.If it seems like Eve and I were all comfy with.