Disclaimer:
After a hiatus of sorts, I am back with another story! Yay! Anyway, due to personal problems, I've been unable/unwilling to write much of anything for a long time. Here is a new story from me to you. For those of you who know my style and enjoy it, you should really like this one. Like I said, though, I haven't written anything for a while, so I may be a bit rusty. For those who don't know my style, I tend to use a lot of build-up and "storyline". So, if you came on to find a story for a quick jack-off, then this probably ain't for you. However, if you want to take the time to read a beautiful tale of young love, then sit back, take a sip from your glass of wine, and enjoy!
And remember...Always stand up for what you think is right, don't listen to bullshit, no matter who is saying it, and always speak with your fists and swear a lot to be heard!
Part 26:
And so, David and Candace had sex.
Afterwards, their clothes back on and adjusted, they sat and watched the closing titles of "My Girl 2" together. David pondered what, exactly, had just transpired and he came to a single conclusion: Sex wasn't as great as people said it was. He didn't quite remember what it had felt like, when he was twelve, but at 16, it was...well, it was different, that was true. It was different and, yes, David had enjoyed it. He had run with it, right up until he had ejaculated inside of her, and beyond that point. He had enjoyed holding her and being that close to her and all that and he wasn't sure whether she had gotten off or not but, as far as David was concerned, it didn't matter.
After all, she was just a female. Her job was to receive sperm from a male, have children and shut her mouth and do what she was told.
It was interesting that fifteen minutes of copulation with this beautiful, barely pubescent girl had turned David into Sean. It wasn't that, though. It had just put a lot of things into perspective. On TV and in movies, you hear guys and girls groaning and panting and sighing and moaning, like it was just this incredible experience, but now that David had done it and had actually taken the time to examine it, he could honestly tell all those people that they were total retards. It was good...but it wasn't worth the hype and pressure that our society put on it. Frankly, David probably would have found just holding Candace close to him to be as enjoyable. Well...maybe not, but male/female sex just wasn't as good as he thought it would be.
"So, what did you think?" He asked her.
She turned to him and, smiling, replied, "It was...wow...I never thought it would be that great! Wait till I tell my friends about this!"
David nodded, suddenly feeling really guilty. Despite not having as much fun as she seemed to have, he really did care for this girl, for some reason, and felt disappointed that he didn't feel the same way that she did.
"Well, I'm glad you had fun." He replied, "I did too."
And that wasn't a total lie. He did enjoy it...Really, he did. He just wished that he hadn't done it, that's all. Well, not really. He was glad that he did it, but not with this beautiful, young girl. He wished that he had done it with some total skank, so he could tell her that it was horrible afterwards, and leave with a clear conscience.
David got up and set the movie to rewind, then turned to the receiver of his teenage seed and asked, "So, what do you want to do now?"
She smiled and stood up, tossing her hair, now slick with sweat, back in a way that David still found really sexy, and replied, "I'm actually kind of thirsty."
David held back a comment that would have been instinctive, and smiled, "Okay, come and I'll get you something."
After pouring her a drink, the two of them went upstairs and helped their parents to paint the room.
Candace and her mother stayed for dinner that night. David's step-mother was upstairs with little Natalie most of the time, though. Afterwards, everybody said their goodbyes and left and David looked out the living room window and felt somewhat sad as he watched Candace leave. He really liked her, even if the sex wasn't as amazing as he had heard.
"You like her, don't you?" David heard his father say.
He turned around and saw his father smiling at him.
He shrugged and said, "I guess so, yeah."
He shrugged and replied, "Well, a twelve-year-old girl is better than a twelve-year-old guy, anyday."
Candace was one of those girls who really liked babies, so she kept begging her mother to come visit Natalie. David's step-mother was glad for any help with the child, since David's father really disliked babies, so David saw Candace several more times over the next two months. David and her had snowball fights, took the dog for walks, and watched movies. David had been feeling really lonely lately, though, and she was so sweet and, at this point, very willing, so they also had a few more make-out sessions that led to more sex between them. David taught Candace how to suck him off and, two times, he tried to go down on her and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. All in all, David had a very enjoyable, if very secretive, relationship with the girl. By the time February and the second-term of school came along, though, he and her had to go their separate ways. Her, to final year of grade school and him, to grade 11. At that point, though, David could honestly say that he loved her and it was a fact that he could carry through the rest of his life that she was the first girl about whom he could say that.
She was also the last girl about whom he could say that.
The first day of Lord Tweedsmuir came again and, despite some remnant panic, David had confidence. He had gone through the ACRP and had just come out of a pretty satisfying relationship, in which he had sex. So, basically, he couldn't say that he hadn't met a few friends in BC. With Aaron no longer the centre of his attention, he went through a full day of classes with minimal anxiety. In fact, his first day of drama class, he was paired up with a guy by the name of Matt and they became quick friends. He started coming over every day after school, to the point where David's father was happy for him, but he was also sick of Matt being at the house, all the time.
Still, David was happy. He had finally achieved everything that he had hoped to accomplish upon his arrival to British Columbia. He was attending school, he was making friends, he was getting along with his father and his step-mother. He had even gotten the added bonus of a baby sister.
David really loved Natalie, too. It was normal for him to love her, because she was, after all, his blood, even if it was only half blood. Still, he felt even closer with her than that. Since Candace couldn't come over as much anymore, because of school, David even got to babysit her sometimes. He would walk in the door from school and, if Matt wasn't over on that day and if she wasn't being breast-fed or down for a nap, he would take Natalie from his step-mother and just be with her. He would walk around the house, hugging Natalie. He would bring her to his room and read to her. He would take her into the basement and prop her up on his knee, against his chest, and show her a computer game. He would sit on the couch and watch television with her. Sometimes, when nobody else was within ear-shot, he would sing to her. He would sit on the living room couch and sing the only four songs that he knew by heart: "Mmmbop" and "Man from Milwaukee" by Hanson, and "Heaven" and "Everything I do, I do it for you." by Bryan Adams. She really seemed to like Bryan Adams. She was too young to smile, but she would always look at him while he sang and squeeze his thumb in one of her little hands. Natalie became the center of David's being. He thought about her when he was in school, and bored Matt to death about what cute things she did on any particular day. Matt was a good sport, though, so he listened and nodded.
David's step-mother began to grow much closer to David, because of his love for Natalie, and also because he was paying more attention to his baby sibling, then Natalie's own father was. The dog loved Natalie too and, when she was lying down and batting at her mobile, the old German Shepard would walk over and nuzzle her naked toes with her wet nose and occasionally give them a little lick. Candace and her mother still came over sometimes and they both delighted in holding Natalie and playing with her. David's step-mother's parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles, along with all their kids came to visit for Natalie's baptism, and they all loved playing with them. Natalie got more than normal attention for a new baby and David felt very nice, having so much love in the house. Natalie was not just a cute baby, after all. In the small house, on sixty-fifth avenue, in Cloverdale, BC, she was a sister, a daughter, a niece, a cousin, a granddaughter and a goddaughter. Candace had gotten her period by that point and so her and David stopped having sex, or else Natalie might have been an aunt, as well.
With all this happiness that David felt, he was inclined to announce his joy to everybody, and what better way to do that, then by creating another webpage on the Internet, so he did. He created a homepage, talking about his dad and his step-mom and his half-sister and Candace and, on it's own devoted page, how great it was to be bisexual, a term that he had only recently learned.
And everybody else played and laughed upstairs, not knowing the new storm that the creation of this page had started brewing.