My Story.

Breathless

I led my angel back downstairs. I practically floated I was that happy. I held her hand in mine it was tiny and delicate. She was tiny and delicate. I gave her the new underwear I'd brought her. She dissolved into tears when I told her that the twat had kept her undies. Yet again my angel was crying thanks to Alan. I held her close and tried to comfort her as best I could.

We spent the next 3 hours getting to know each other a bit better. I offered to get us a takeaway but I think the choices overwhelmed her a bit. She graciously offered to cook for us. She looked through the whole kitchen and found ingredients to make cottage pie. Obviously mum had visited or Joe had been shopping. Either way I would give them the money back and a bit extra on top because they helped me to get more time with Kerry. I watched her cooking. How the hell did a 17 year old girl know how to cook so expertly? I asked and almost wished I hadn't.

Her mum and dad both worked and her gran looked after her and her older sister. The old bag would make her stand in the corner for most of the day. Usually until half an hour before her parents got home. Her sister would go to a friends house and get away. The grandmother would sit and watch her favourite tv programmes and eat a box of chocolates. Apparently she liked soaps.

I was furious but let her keep talking.

Occasionally the old bat would get upset by the programme and would go to bed. Wtf!!! Kerry would go to the kitchen and get her mums cook book and try to cook. A couple of times the mother would come home and catch her and yelled at her. Kerry tried to say that her gran was in bed but the battle axe would come in and shout at her for not doing as she was told while she went to the toilet. Claiming responsibility for the meal. If her parents said it was nice she took credit. If they said it was horrible she accused her of messing with it and my poor girl would be sent to bed without food.

My poor baby. I walked over to where she was and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I kissed her on the neck. She went floppy in my arms so I put my hand on top of hers and whispered..

"Teach me."

"Hmmm?"

"Teach me how to cook."

She guided me through the process of cooking the mince, and onions... I mashed the potatoes while she chopped and added mushrooms to it. I chuckled as I thought about the reaction my mum would have if she knew.

'Mushrooms? You don't put mushrooms in cottage pie. Who in their right mind would put fungus in a meal? Ridiculous. What's the world coming to.. I don't know'

I got to taste the pie. Deeeeliciouss.

While it was in the oven we had a stroll to the nearest shop. I bought a decent bottle of white wine that compliments beef dishes. Kerry asked for some lemonade. She offered to pay me back... Lol 50p bless her. She really did have no idea who I was. It was wonderful.

I set the table while she made some gravy. I even dared to light a couple of candles. Just to set a more romantic atmosphere. I poured her a small amount of wine so she could have a taste of it first. She wrinkled her nose.. Absolutely fucking adorable.. Then immediately put lemonade in it..
I smirked at her and she said the wine reminded her of a drink her grandmother would give her with her lunch when she was little..

What the fuck?.

She then told me that she would wake up in her bed with no clothes on and a sore throat and pain in her as she put it... 'Foof'. I almost threw up because she had described what I remembered happening in my dreams..Only I realised that I wasn't dreaming. Somehow I had been connecting to her. I was actually witness to her abuse and didn't know. Oh god.. The number of times I cuddled her in my sleep. I should have realised. I had read about astral travel. I could have put a stop to it. I'm such an idiot.

After we had eaten. We moved to the lounge and settled on the sofa. Kerry disappeared to the loo a couple of times. We flicked through the channels on the TV there was nowt on so I suggested watching a video. I let her choose seeing as this was about her being as relaxed as possible ready for later. She chose...

I was quite surprised at her choice. She told me that her favorite character was 'Smeagle'. I couldn't help but smile as she giggled every time Smeagle spoke. I spotted an opportunity to keep her smiling.. All my friends said that I was good at mimicking voices and accents. So I gave it a try.

"Precioussss where are you my love? Come to smeagle my Precioussss."

It had the desired effect. I'd got her attention. She'd lost interest in the movie and was giving me her undivided attention. I pulled her in for a kiss and she eventually ended up on my lap. I tested the water by slowly slipping my hand down over her clothes. I rested it on her breast. She didn't freeze or flinch so I moved my hand further down then inside her top and back up to cup her breast. They were small but she was petite so they were perfect. I gave her a gentle squeeze. We both moaned at the same time. I didn't try to hide the erection that was growing in my pants but instead made sure she was aware of what she was doing to me. I licked and nibbled her collarbone. The breathless moans that escaped her lips only fuelled my desire to be with her in the most intimate way.

Between nibbles, licks and kisses I barely managed to speak to ask her if she was still wanting to make love.

"Kerry. Do you still want this?"

Her reply almost put me on the sidelines. It was breathy and full of lust.

"More than anything."

No sooner than the words had left her mouth. I scooped her up in my arms. We kissed deeply as I carried her up to the bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. I sat down next to her...with great discomfort I should add. I stared at the beautiful delicate girl in front of me.

I couldn't believe that she still wanted to do this. To give herself to me in the most intimate way. The stuff we had just done had almost caused an eruption in my underpants. I wanted to be inside her.. No not wanted... Needed to be inside her. I was desperate to feel her warmth envelope me and squeeze me. When I had her in my lap in the practice / music room I wanted nothing more than to slip her panties to one side and slide myself into her. To feel her gently rocking on my throbbing cock. To feel her warmth contract on me and ultimately milk me dry.. But this has to be special.. Beautiful.. Memorable for the right reasons. This angel was giving me a precious gift and I wanted to accept it and give her a gift at the same time. A first time worth having. I'd done the whole stupid schoolboy hump and run. Kerry was going to be treated with the respect and tenderness she deserved... That was the plan... I just hoped I didn't blow too soon.