Kate and I were only 14 years old. We went to school together, we slept together (with our clothes on, for now.), we ate together, and we grew up together. We considered ourselves a couple, of course. Doesnt that stuff always happen to people who grow up together?

We kiss, we held hands, we cuddled. I was too romantic and perfect for her to not give me what I wanted, but I wasnt going to push her to do that anytime soon. I loved her and I couldnt lose her that way.

She had this golden brown hair, with dark brown eyes. Her skin tone was a little paler than normal, only because it was winter, anyway. Her smile lit up the room with a radiant perfection. I never looked at her body intentionally before, and she never let me.

-Monday-
It was just another Monday. My alarm clock went off and I slammed my hand on it to make it shut the hell up. I hated waking up on weekdays when I knew I wasnt next to Kate.I checked my phone, knowing I had a text from the only person who bothered to say goodmorning to me in the first place.
“Good morning, sweetie (: “
I texted her back, of course, and slid out of my warm and cozy state, throwing my blankets back. I noticed my morning woodie, which only pissed me off because the first thing I did in the morning was put on my clothes. I locked my door so my sister wouldnt walk in, and sat back down on my bed.

Sliding my boxers down, I watched my little member pop up and wish my good morning.
I wrapped my hands around my little 6 inch cock, and jacked off for all I was worth.
I usually try not to think about Kate while I did the deed, but the only way I ever got rid of it was thinking about fucking her.
I slid my hands up and down my dick faster and faster until i felt my balls tighten.