Chapter 3: Changing Strategy After Steve Leaves

Yep, life really is unfair.

Just when I thought my life was perfect a bombshell dropped. Talk about being blindsided! One night after Steve and I had finished having sex we were laying in my bed when Steve casually mentioned to me that his mother’s job was being transferred to southern California and that they would all be leaving in a just a couple of weeks. At first I thought he was joking as he was so nonchalant about it. I mean like how could he love me so much as he had just done and then act like it was no big deal to move 3,000 miles away from me? OK, to be fair he’d never actually SAID he loved me but after the way he’d just fucked me I knew he did.

Well, he was serious. As I lay naked next to him I pulled myself in tightly to him so I could feel his strong nude body against mine as if somehow I could bond myself to him permanently if I only pressed hard enough. I truly felt like my entire life was collapsing. All more dreams, all my hopes just suddenly imploded. There would be no engagement, no wedding, no children ... nothing!

Once the initial shock passed we spoke about staying in touch after he left but I couldn’t help but wonder how it would work with us being thousands of miles apart. After he left my dad came in to check on me as he always does when I bring Steve home. He must have been surprised that I was so distressed that it didn’t matter to me that I was still naked and draining Steve’s cum. Any such thoughts never crossed my mind as I just hugged him and cried into his chest as my loving father caressed me all over trying to soothe my despair.

For the two weeks we had left I was determined to ensure that Steve would never forget me. It was a pretty simple strategy in that mostly I just tried have sex with him as often as possible. Wow, we must have fucked at least twice a day, even more on weekends. Through it all I took what little consolation I could knowing that after two weeks of the most intense sex that there was no way he wouldn’t remember who he was leaving behind.

I’ll never forget the last time Steve fucked me the night before they left. As usual when we wanted to be comfortable we did it in my bedroom. Of course Steve’s mom knew we were doing it but it’s not like she rolled out the red carpet. Then there was always his brother and sister to deal with his brother just acting like a perv and Sharon all jealous because I was getting fucked by her brother and she wasn’t. At least my parents had the discretion and good taste to leave us alone when I would lead Steve up the stairs by the hand and wink at them as they sat in the living room and smiled at me.

If there was any doubt in my mind as to how much Steve loved me it was dispelled that night. OMG, he came THREE times - twice in my pussy and then the last time in my mouth. I would’ve loved to have had all three inside of me but I figured if he was going to be good for three times then he deserved a little self-satisfaction. The best part was that as soon as he finished shooting he pushed it back in me again and we just laid there for the longest times, joined together for what might be the last time. His was the only dick that had ever been in me or even in my mouth! I couldn’t even imagine someone else’s taking his place after the dozens (hundreds?) of times he’d put it in me. All these thoughts went through my mind as he held me tight against him with his dick imbedded in my pussy. God, it was like I never wanted him to pull out of me!

Unfortunately eventually he did. My pussy ached as I tried to comprehend that I would probably never feel his wonderful hard dick inside of me again. When you’re not even fifteen yet, that’s not all that easy to accept.