BrianAfter returning from Emily's house after picking up Charlotte, I locked myself in the library, which served as my office, and had been there ever since. I thought it would be best to keep my distance from my girl precisely because of this reason: she was a girl.It wasn't age that defined a person, and Charlotte was proof of that. She was nineteen years old and still seemed like a timid little girl, unprepared for adult life and the demands that came with it.Charlotte was too sweet to understand how a man's mind worked, and she didn't even realize that after a month of gentle kisses and tight hugs, I needed more than that.When she saw me arrive at her friend's house this afternoon, she ran to hug me, pressing her body against mine in a way that I had to disguise the discomfort that formed in my lower abdomen. She didn't even realize such a glaring detail, proving to be completely innocent and inexperienced in the sexual side of the relationship.I desired her, and I had reache

BrianI believe my withdrawal should be at such a high level that I was even imagining crazy things completely out of touch with reality."I'm not feeling well, love," I said to Charlotte, quickly sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard."Are you feeling any pain, Brian?" Charlotte asked, concerned.She followed my example and sat down too, looking at me with genuine apprehension, which was completely understandable considering I was really not doing well."No pain yet, but I think I'm hearing things," I admitted, feeling embarrassed."Voices? Whispers?" she ventured. "Was it something like that?"I looked at her attentively, feeling the embarrassment engulf me because I'm certain Charlotte said anything but what I thought I heard."I understood you saying that the child you're expecting is mine," I confessed, even though she could burst out laughing at such madness.How could the child she was expecting be mine when we never had any intimate contact beyond kisses?"But t

BrianThe playfulness of Charlotte only confirmed that everything was truly fine between us now and how understanding and selfless she is, forgiving me without me having to beg on my knees for it."And this handsome guy here wants to kiss you," I said, hoping to gain much more than just a kiss from my girl.My body was on fire just from lying on that bed, the soft light in the room, and the sensation that only a few inches separated me from what I desired most in that moment: Charlotte."I'm not sure if this handsome guy deserves a kiss from me," she teased, making me even more filled with desire."Maybe I can convince you," I suggested, running my index finger along the side of her neck."You can try," my mischievous little girl challenged me.Looking at Charlotte like that, so comfortable with me, even though we were lying on the same bed with no one and nothing to disturb us, reminded me of the torturous moments when I believed I had ruined everything.As soon as I realized that Ch

Charlotte I continued to move my fisted hand over his member, until he put his hand over mine, preventing me from continuing with the massage. “Don't you like it?” I asked curiously.“'Very much,” he said in a rough, husky voice. “But I'd rather do something else now.” There was no trace of the previous fun left and he held my waist firmly, kissing my lips again, at the same time positioning himself so that his member was very close to my completely wet entrance.Brian was slowly penetrating me, and although it was burning a lot, the pleasure was also there, making me wish he was all the way inside me."This pain will soon pass," he said, hi

CharlotteWhile the doctor explained that in some cases, although uncommon, one baby could "hide" behind another and that only ultrasounds performed after the twentieth week could provide a more accurate assessment of whether the pregnancy was a single fetus or not, I felt a sudden chill spread through my body, along with a deep sadness.But as much as I was sad, I also felt determined that regardless of what Brian thought about our babies, I would always put them first, and if things didn't turn out as perfectly as he wished, it was his problem!"Is something wrong, Charlotte?" Brian suddenly asked, pulling me out of my thoughts."No," I lied.He approached me, holding my face so that he could look at me more directly while using his other hand to brush away some strands of hair that had fallen onto my face."Are you sure?" he insisted.If he had asked that just once, I would have been able to control myself, but when he asked again, holding my face so lovingly, I couldn't hold back