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Things ran smoothly in the insurance company during my stay there. Things between Sayako and I didn't quite develop as some might have figured, even myself. Turns out I was right, since she was practically my working partner; we had a lot of time together. And most of the time we had alone was spent making love. So she could have been labeled a bit of a sex hound, but I couldn't complain. She did things mainly if I asked though, and she must have known I always felt kind of embarrassed asking her to do me sexual favors.

Other than that, business went as normal. Sayoko and I organized files and did errands while working, and sat and had coffee during our allotted break times. I much rather enjoyed her company in all respects, she was rather happy most of the time. Though I have seen her frustrated, I usually calmed her down. Sometimes she'd come in and be all sensual and teasing... I think she enjoyed watching me squirm.

Quite a while later, I found that I was quite hormonal, or something to that extent. I enjoyed sex; there was no other way to explain it. Though I would never come on strong for it. I would let it happen, whether I ended up asking or not. I began thinking about my dreams, or fantasies, and some things came to mind. But I'd never speak them to anyone, not even Ms. Bizen. I was so ashamed of them, I thought they were unattainable, and I could have gotten myself arrested for most of them. I was afraid that Ms. Bizen herself could get in trouble for what we did.

But one day, things got even worse. Well, if you'd consider it worse, then you have a lot of character. While I was working at my uncle's desk one day, a class came through from the local elementary school. I'd head about their coming, and they stopped right at me door. This made me nervous, they weren't the only ones expected to "cum" that day. Ms. Bizen was secretly underneath my desk, working me off skillfully with her mouth. She had the swollen head of my member wrapped tightly within the blissful 'O' of her lips. Though this was new, as the lengthy shaft of my member was pressed nicely between her breasts, and she caressed the supple mounds over my length while she sucked.

I had to struggle my heart out as the teacher stopped at the open double doors and explained to her class what it was that my Uncle did around the place. Well, more correctly, what he was expected to do, but in fact didn't. I felt so embarrassed, and so sinful while I sat there, tying to go about my daily business of sorting and managing things, checking over records and such. It seemed as though the class knew nothing of what was happening out of sight, though my face went red and my breathing was heavy. My orgasm was coming, so quickly? There was no way I could have held back any sort of moan or even a murr when I hit orgasm, I had to hold out until the class moved on.

"The boy in there must be working hard." Their attractive, canine teacher said. "Perhaps we should move on."

I could have cried out "thank you" just then with the utmost happiness. They slowly filed out and I sighed in relief, leaning back in my chair. I looked down at Ms. Bizen as she sucked me off, caressing her warm, soft breasts around my length. I let out a pleasurable moan, and knew then was the best time if there ever was one. I let down all my restraints, and carried on releasing every drop of seed I had in me into Ms. Bizen's wanting mouth.

"Ugh! Sayako!" I rasped, squirming within my chair as she sucked the seed right from me.

I moaned and withered in the chair and then settled down as my climax subsided. She continued to suck my throbbing member clean, and then let it out of her mouth with a loud slurping noise. I bushed, panting hard as I rested my head on the back of the chair. I blinked though, letting myself settle before I shot my head back to the door. If my fur weren't black, my face would have gone pale as a ghost. Somebody was watching...

But it wasn't just the security camera. A girl stood at the doorway, she looked maybe fourteen years old too. She must have been with the elementary school class! She looked shocked; her face was a beat red against her orange and black fur. She was obviously a tigress, as her feline tail was swaying behind her curiously. Though she was young, her assets looked developed, but that was simply because she was a tad chubby. Her breasts, maybe a C cup, filled out her black uniform nicely, and the skirt she wore was very short and tight, showing her curvy hips and plump rear.

I heard Ms. Bizen gasp in surprise, and I blinked, looking down at her. She was still safe from view under the desk... what could have been so shocking? But then I noticed that my limp member had hardened all over again. I knew exactly why too, it was the girl. One of my fantasies was a younger girl, who would be developed much like the one at the door was. The girl stood at the doorway for quite a while before leaving. I stared at her the whole time, thinking about what a sick guy I must have come off as.

"Oh so that's why." I heard Ms. Bizen say, and I looked down at where she was. She must have crept out from under the desk. When I looked up at her, she was reaching behind her, clipping her bra back on.

"You liked that girl?" She asked. "Isn't she rather young?"

I didn't respond, instead I just sat there, looking at her and watching her as she dressed herself. I was embarrassed to admit, but she was young. But that was the appealing part about her. Not only was she developed despite her chubbiness, but she was innocent as well. The innocence of the younger teenagers was what compelled most to them, I figured. How their private parts must have felt, it would have been extremely tight. And for some reason, the thought of a virgin just made me want it more.

"Well..." I mumbled, not wanting to admit so.

"Well, everyone has their quirks." She said with a grin, putting her small jacket on. "You just have a younger type."

I chuckled a bit at her joke, at least she didn't seem to mind. As she left the office, I watched her go. She was deliberately swaying her rear from side to side as she left, probably knowing I was watching. She stopped at the door and turned back to me, winking slightly before telling me she'd probably see me after work. Then she left, quite confidently, and I had a chance to get back to work finally. And so I did, and I actually worked quite efficiently.

But it didn't last too long. I'd say maybe ten minutes before someone else entered the office. It was the little girl again, unbeknownst to me. I looked up and blinked, blushing again as she looked right back at me. Whatever she wanted, I had a feeling that it wasn't going to be good. She came in carrying a candy bar she must have gotten from a vending machine from some part of the building.

"Oh... Hello." I said to her nervously. "Aren't you supposed to be with your class?"

"Yep." He said, just staring at me. I had a feeling she knew exactly what I had been doing. "But I just wanted to see this place some more. Is this your office?"

"No..." I shook my head and looked back down at the papers on the desk. "It's my Uncle's. He's the boss around here. His name is Kentaro Yoshi."

"Oh." She said, looking around still I guessed due to the way her voice seemed to be coming from different angles. "That's too bad."

"I manage." I said. "I rather enjoy not having an office."

"Well, I guess so." She said, walking over to my desk and sitting on it. I blinked and looked up at her as she smiled down at me and giggled. I blushed and gave a small laugh too, but then went back to what I was doing. Though she was lurking, I knew she was watching what I was doing. This made me a bit uncomfortable.

"What are you doing?" She asked innocently.

"Sorting records and documents to be filed." I said in response, not looking up at her. "My Uncle asked me to do it while he went out with some woman."

"The owner of the company just leaves to spend time with women?" She asked, somehow not believing me. "That's... irresponsible."

"You'd be surprised." I said with a chuckle.

"Well." She said, getting off the desk. "I better get back to me class. This place seems kinda neat. I think you workers have ways of making work more enjoyable that other people just don't know about. I think you'd go crazy if you didn't."

I blushed furiously at those words, and looked up. She gave a cute giggle and a wave, and then skipped out of the office. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a sigh. That day was by far one of the most eventful days at work; I couldn't imagine any more surprises. I just sighed and went back to my work, but I halted, noticing something.

It was a small, folded piece of paper. I blinked and picked it up, looking up at the door, figuring the girl must have left it. I shrugged and unfolded the paper, surprised at what I saw. It was a letter, addressed from her to me. It was sweet, to say the least, I'd never received a letter from a girl during my school years. But it went a little something like this:

Dear Handsome Man

My name is Daisi Sanana, what's yours? I really want to get to know you a bit better, so maybe when you're done work, you can call me? I really want to talk to you, but if my Mom picks up the phone, tell her you're a helper that was told to be my tutor. We'll talk later tonight okay?

Talk to you tonight!

P.S: Behave at work. ~.^

180-4521

I couldn't believe my eyes! I'd just read a sort of confession letter, explaining that a fourteen-year-old girl liked me. But I knew it wasn't in a friend sort of way. She called me handsome, and she was trying to find a way to literally sneak me into her life. It was all a bit too much to take in. I didn't know whether to get on my knees and curse the great lord above, or thank him with all my heart. One of my biggest fantasies was about to come true; I just knew it.

I watched the clock for the next little while. Just sitting there in the small food court area, watching the time go by. I knew the school's days were done at three o' clock, and I had to wait for a bit of time after then to call her. Though I didn't have a house, so I would have had to call from either the office, or a pay phone. I decided that the pay phone would have been best; I could have claimed that I got lost on the way to her house.

My fellow workers watched me oddly. As much as they all liked me, I imagined that they envied me. I was rich, and I had a flexible workweek. By flexible of course I mean I could have worked when I wanted, for as long as I wanted to do it. My family had so much money, that I practically didn't have to work. I wouldn't need to save up for a car, or University tuition or anything. It was all set for me, so whatever I did in the meantime was my own choice. Though this seems very irresponsible of my family, I took the responsible route and worked anyways. Though I never had a home, and I wasn't set to get one until I asked for one. Up until that point, I didn't really need one.

When three o' clock came around, I went to the nearest phone and called up my father. I asked him to buy me a flat, and he seemed puzzled. He offered to buy me something better, but I refused, saying the flat would give me all the room I needed. He agreed, and asked me what I wanted to go in that small space. Of course, I said I needed the necessary things, and of course a computer desk, a desk chair, a TV and my old Game Cube. He explained to me that it was a big responsibility to own my own place, and I just agreed with him. Even though I knew I'd have to do jack all.

I then hurried outside and to the nearest pay phone, searching through my pocket for money. I only had a few wads of hundreds in there, enough to last me a few months. I needed change to work a pay phone, but when I went to get some, the store clerk looked at me as if I was crazy. He slowly broke it down, from a single hundred, to two fifties. Then he made one of those fifties into two twenties and ten dollars in change. I took the change then and left, leaving a dollar in a small donation box for disabled furres.

I hurried back out to the pay phone and put in my dollar, dialing the number on the note. I waited for a few moments then while the phone rang. I felt excited; my face flushed as it usually did when I was anxious. But then I thought, maybe I shouldn't expect too much. What I could have been jumping into would have gotten me thrown in jail. Perhaps it was just a simple crush, nothing more.

"Hello?" I heard an older voice on the phone. It must have been her mother.

"Um yeah, hey..." I responded. "Is a Miss Daisi Sanana there?"

"Yes she is, may I ask who's speaking?" She asked.

"Oh, m-my name's Kazuo, I was assigned to be her tutor for the next couple of weeks." I answered, of course that was a lie.

"Oh, alright just a second." She said, it sounded like she put the phone down.

I sighed in relief. One hurdle down I guessed. As long as I kept up the pace, I'd be at her house and talking to her in no time. Plus, if she actually needed help, I could have helped her with whatever she wanted. If she were the age I assumed she was, she'd be just finishing grade eight or starting high school. That would have been a sinch, since I was so intellectual. All I could hope for was that it wasn't history... that was always the most boring subject for me.

"Hello?" I heard Daisi say into the phone.

"Oh... hey." I said back, noticeably shy.

"Oh it's you, your name is Kazuo?" She asked, seemingly happy. "How cute!"

"Uh yeah..." I answered, blushing as I stood there on the street. "Thanks..."

"So did you wanna find my house?" She asked. "Did you get lost?"

"What? Lost?" I asked, not catching on. "Oh! Yeah I got lost."

I felt stupid then, but she gave me her address and told me to hurry up, and that I was late. It was only half past three; I figured she just wanted me to be face. House four on Thirty-fifth Street. I called a cab and gave him the address, and I told the cabby to get to the house A.S.A.P. Within a few minutes I was there, and frankly, the house looked pretty average.

It was one of those houses you'd expect to see in a city sort of residential area. It wasn't too big, not too small, and it looked exactly like the ones next to it. It was a brick house, the roof black. It had one large window looking into the living room, and a small front yard with a walkway leading to steps that lead to the front door. I smiled slightly as I saw Daisi waving to me from the window.

I walked across the street and over to her yard. I walked over the walkway and up to the door. Knocking on it, I heard frantic footsteps coming to meet me. I smiled, as it must have been Daisi. The door opened, and I looked down to see Daisi smiling right back up at me. I smiled back down at her, and she invited me inside. I felt rather nervous as I stepped into a stranger's home.

"Well hello Kazuo." An older woman said, greeting me at the door with a smile. She was a Tigress as well, more than likely Daisi's mother. She was thin, but in an athletic way. I noticed she hadn't much curves to her body, just maybe high B cup breasts. She didn't have much of an effect on me.

"Hello M-Miss Sanana." I responded nervously, waving a paw as I took off my coat and hung it up, following by taking off my boots.

"No need to be shy around here." She said, assuring me.

"Heh, I can't help it... I'm always shy around strangers." I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah Mom." Daisi chipped in. "You should have seen him when he met me, he was sweating buckets."

"Well, he'll warm up to us eventually." Daisi's Mother said. "What did you say Kazuo was helping you with again?"

"English, Mom." Daisi answered, taking my hand.

"Well then get to it, Dinner will be ready soon, would you like to join us Kazuo?" Daisi's Mother asked.

"Um, sure Miss." I responded, remembering it was Friday.

"Call me Anne." She said to me. "Now get going you two, I have work to do!"

Anne shooed us off up stairs. Daisi took my hand and ran, dragging me to her room and closing the door behind her. She giggled to me and let me look around the room while she looked around for her books. It was your typical girly room, a single bed in the center against the wall, by the window, with stuffed animals piled high upon it. The rest was the usual; a computer desk with a home PC, a dresser holding her clothes, and a closet for even more clothes that girls always seemed to have an abundance of. The thing that made me look at it oddly was that the walls were pink, and the carpet was dark red. Everything else in the room was either white, or some other colour that went well with pink.

"Okay I've got it." She said, taking a binder from her computer desk, and a pencil.

"What's that?' I asked, looking at her.

"My English binder silly!" She responded with a giggle, walking over to her bed and pushing all the stuffed animals off of it to make room.

"You sure have a lot of these." I said, picking one up and looking at it. It was a cute-looking feral bunny plushy.

"You think?" She asked, sitting down on the bed. "I make them all myself."

"Wow." I said, having a seat on the bed. "You're very good at that. Now um, what did you need help with?"

She explained to me that she was writing an essay for school, and she had trouble in English. She apparently wasn't good with grammar and sentence structure. So naturally, I agreed to help her out by having her begin to write it, read over each paragraph, and then check them. Whatever she missed, I would point out to her and briefly explain how to fix the problem, or improve on a sentence.

While she was writing, I didn't have much to do. So I just watched her, not having permission to do anything else. I blushed as I thought about my previous assumptions about making love to such a young girl. I must have been out of my mind, since what we were doing seemed only what it seemed to be. Though I couldn't help but think, because it sounded like she really liked me.

"Is this good?" She asked, picking up the binder and scooting over to me.

"Well let's see it, and I'll find out." I said, still blushing a bit.

When she handed it to me, she placed her close paw on my shoulder, and pressed herself against my arm. This made me tense up a bit, sure it wasn't anything erotic, but her gentle touch made me nervous. Not to mention I could feel her soft mounds squishing against my arm. I blushed a bit deeper, and took the binder, calmly looking over her writings. She was purring softly in gratitude as she watched me do my business.

"Hmm..." I said, thinking out loud. "Oh here's one."

"Where?" She asked, looking at the paper.

"Right there, second paragraph, fourth sentence." I pointed out. "The sentence is a run-on sentence. Meaning that it just carries on, putting two or more ideas in one sentence, and making it hard to understand."

"Oh." She said, realizing it. "Did you understand it?"

"I understood just fine." I answered. "You just have to separate the ideas with either a period or a comma."

"Oh I see." She said, taking it back and revising it, then handing it back to me. "How's that?"

"Perfect." I responded, looking it over.

She smiled and took the binder back, doing some more work. She said the essay was due on that coming Monday, so she had all weekend to work on it. With that, she closed it up and put it away, saying that she then wanted to get to know who I even was. That probably would have been best after all, I was in her house, and I didn't want to seem like some stranger during my whole visit.

"Well my name's Kazuo Yoshi, and I come from a very rich family." I began. "My father owns the largest liquor chain in all of Furcadia, and my Uncle Kentaro owns the insurance company you visited earlier today. My mother comes from the country, from a farm, while my dad was always a workingman. I have no home, and choose not to stay with my parents, but I am going to get a new flat probably by tomorrow."

"Oh I see." She said with a slight blush of her own. "Do you have a girlfriend Kazuo?"

"Umm..." I blushed as well, shaking my head. "No, I don't."

"What about the lady at the office?" She asked.

"Oh, Ms. Bizen? Uh..." I had to think of something. "She's not my girlfriend, we were just... you know."

"Fucking?" She said in question, and I just nodded my head. "Oh okay."

She giggled and winked to me, quickly getting off the bed. I blinked and looked back at her, following her with my eyes. She went to the desk and opened the drawer searching through it. I smiled a bit as she pulled out a pack of gummy bears and skipped back to the bed and sat down on it again. She then opened the bag and popped one into her mouth cutely, chewing on it and eating it up.

"Want one?" She asked, handing the bag to me.

"Uh sure." I answered, taking one and eating it as well, still blushing with a bit of embarrassment. "Heh, you like candy, don't you?"

"Yep!" She answered happily, eating another. "Some people say I'm fat, do you think I'm fat?"

"Of course not." I answered, very shy about it. "I-I mean, you... you've just got womanly curves. That's all."

"You think?" She asked, blushing again. "Well, I can admit my boobs are kinda big."

I linked at her, wide-eyed at the comment. I was surprised someone could admit that so openly. I'd never go out of my way, commenting about my member, but perhaps that's just how I am? Regardless, she was comfortable with it, it seemed. Though she was blushing a tad, she just kept on eating the gummy bears, a moment of silence washing over us.

I looked over at her as she was grabbing another gummy bear, and I slipped out of her paw as she was bringing it to her muzzle. I blushed deeply as I watched the treat fall down between her breasts. She looked down and reached into her shirt, trying to grab it, but she couldn't exactly do it, or so I thought. She looked up at me, a blush staining her cheeks again as she asked me what shocked me the most.

"Umm, can you please go and get him, before he dies in my cleavage?" She asked with an innocent giggle.

I was shocked, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Could she have really meant that? She sat there, just watching me, with intense eyes. I knew she wasn't joking; she wanted me to do it. So I crawled over to her, murring softly in spite of myself as I seated myself in front of her. Shyly, I took hold of her plentiful bosoms into my paws and leaned down towards them, resting my muzzle between the furry mounds. I heard her gasp softly in a bit in pleasure as I flicked out my tongue and began trying to take the gummy into my mouth. It was giving me some trouble, and I brushed my tongue against her mounds accidentally, but after a while I got it, and took it into my mouth. Backing away immediately, I blushed a crimson red as she smiled at me, blushing too.

As soon as I opened my mouth to say something, Anne called us both downstairs. She led us into the dining area, where a slight meal was whipped up. Looked like mash potatoes, chicken and corn. It was a real change, since I hadn't had a home-cooked meal in a very long time. I was more used to restaurants and such. I went to the table and took a seat, Daisi taking a seat beside me.

"I hope you like chicken." Anne said, taking a seat at the head of the table.

"How could he not?" Daisi asked. "Everyone likes chicken 'breasts' and 'thighs' so he'd be crazy not to."

I blushed deeply at the comment. My mind was made up; she was a horny young girl, which was teasing one of my most hidden desires. Though at that time, she must have known, and didn't seem to care at all. I spent the whole meal thinking about ways I could get her. Since it was the weekend, I'd have a lot of opportunities to do it, but I needed to find one. I just supposed at one point, I'd get her over at my new flat. I'd have it by then no doubt.

The next day I awoke, in the city park on a bench. That was probably one of the main reasons I wanted my own house. Sure I always had enough money to wash my clothes, and always found a good place to bathe, but I needed my own space as soon as I could get it. Which wasn't very long, since during work my Dad called me and told me the moving furres were moving my things into my new flat as we spoke. I was excited about this, since it was a big building block in my plan to get Daisi and fulfill my fantasy. I felt kind of ashamed, like I was using her to make my dreams come true. But she didn't seem to mind it at all.

I went to my new flat as soon as one o' clock came around. It was about five blocks away from work, so it wasn't half bad. I actually expected my Dad to get me somewhere closer to him, but then again, he lived quite a ways away. Anyways, my new home wasn't half bad. For those of you who don't know, a flat is an apartment in a way, so it was kind of small. As soon as I stepped into the door, I saw a bunch of boxes of my new bed. It wasn't anything overly impressive, since my Dad knew that I aimed to live, not to impress.

I immediately went and started to unpack my things before eating. In the boxes were mostly clothes, so I put those into my dresser and closet. Then I got to what really mattered; my old Game Cube. Thank Japan for Nintendo, I thought as I went to my new TV, which was right across from my bed, and hooked it up there. Everything seemed to be working, so I unpacked my computer char next and put it together, putting it at the desk that was right beside my bed. I remembered I had left my laptop at work, so I'd have to go and pick it up sometime the next day. I then made my bed and stood at the front door, looking in at my room.

It was set up like this: First, right in front of you at the far wall, you'd see my computer desk. It was empty pretty much empty just then, but it would get covered soon enough. To the left of that against the wall there was my bed. I simple, metal single bed, like a cheap cot. Across from the desk to the right of it was a small bookshelf, designed to fit in the corner of the room as it was. It too was fairly empty, aside from a few fantasy novels. Closer to you, still along the right wall was my TV, on a small stand, which had my Game Cube, and it's games and accessories within it. Then if you looked to your left, there was simply the doorframe leading to the kitchen.

I then went to the kitchen, seeing my appliances were already in order, and there were boxes of food all about on the counters. I quickly organized them to my liking, then the dishes, and then I was done. It took me until three o' clock to get everything in order, and as soon as I was done, I went to play my Game Cube for half an hour. After the half an hour was over, I got up and went to my phone, hooking it up to the jack by my desk, and setting it on the desk. I then called Daisi's house, and she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" She said into the phone.

"Hey." I said back. "How's it going?"

"Oh, I'm good Kazuo." He responded happily. "Where are you?"

"I'm in my new flat." I responded, grinning with confidence.

"Oh wow!" She said. "Congratulations! What does it look like?"

"Well, I was figuring you could come and see today while we worked." I responded.

"I'd love that!" She said into the phone excitedly. "What's the address?"

I told her the address, which was a rather amusing one. It was flat number sixty-nine in the apartment complex on Luther Road. Get it? Sixty-nine? Anyways, I waited patiently for her for quite a while. My house was actually a ways away from hers, so I knew it'd take her a little bit of time. So I fired up the Game Cube again and played a few quick rounds of a fighting game until I heard a knock at the door. I turned off the machine and walked over to the door, opening it, seeing Daisi smiling right up at me.

"Oh hello Daisi." I said, stepping aside. "Come on in."

She skipped in with a cute giggle, and I let her look around, watching her the whole time. Occasionally, her skirt would ride up a bit, and I would be able to see her silk panties and plump rear. I blushed deeply at this, and she'd immediately fix her skirt whenever that happened. I let her look around for a little while longer before I instructed her to get on the bed, and we'd do some work on her essay. She followed my instruction and got up on the bed, setting her binder on it, and we got to work.

We worked for a good hour or so before stopping so we could mingle amongst one another. She joked and spoke of recent events, and she would occasionally hint me on with certain flirtatious things. Whether it was words she'd say or the way she moved, I knew she was plotting something. But little did she know I was on the same track of mind. We stopped conversing though when she noticed my Game Cube.

"Hey a Game Cube." She said, pointing it out.

"Yeah, it's mine." I responded, looking at it. "I'm pretty good at videogames."

"Me too, how about a little competition." She said with a giggle. "We'll play whatever game is in there, and whoever wins, the other person has to do exactly what the say."

"Umm..." I didn't exactly know how to respond to that. "Sure I guess."

We turned on the game, which was Super Smash Brothers: Melee for those who are familiar with it. I knew I rocked at that game. Out of every friend I had, I was by far the best player we had. So we picked up some controllers and went at it. The match took a good fifteen minutes, but I wanted to be a nice guy. Therefore, as good as she was, I still let her win. She then smirked as she looked to me.

"Okay Kazuo." She said, taking my paws and leading me to the bed and lying back, pulling me so I was leaning over her, my foot-paws still on the floor. "I want... I want you to yiff me... I want you to be my first, handsome man."

I blushed deeply, but nodded. Who was I to deny such a thing? I wanted it, she wanted it, and everything was okay. We were in my own space, so anything that happened would be completely secret. I warned her though not to tell another living soul about it, and she simply agreed, leaning up t me and kissing me softly on the lips. I think I surprised her when I placed one paw on the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.

"Oh Kazuo..." She said, pulling back. "I've... never done this before..."

"Don't worry..." I responded, blushing deeply. "I'll be gentle."

I knew then that in a matter of moments, one of my biggest fantasies would be fulfilled. I would make love to a younger girl, a vision of innocence in all its purest. I knew what was going to happen, and I wanted it to happen so badly. But I knew I had to take my time, and be gentle like I promised. So regardless of my desire, it had to be done the way nature intended it to be done.

To be continued...