I went back into my livingroom after showering and sat on the couch naked because Kevin was going to be over soon for his guitar lesson. He never showed up, though, which was weird. I made myself dinner and hoped he would turn up soon after I ate, but that was a vain hope. The following morning,  I found out why.

He came to my door and there was fire in his eyes. He was flaming pissed. When he got home Tuesday, his mom sat him down and announced that the family was moving to Delaware. When she popped this news on him, he hit the roof. "Fuck mom, just when I get not just a girlfriend, but the perfect girlfriend who can teach me to play guitar we move. Fuck!" he rampaged. "Don't talk to me that way mister!" she warned him. "It can't be helped Kevin. It's a promotion that will mean more money for us," she tried to reason. "Oh yeah? he bitterly shot back. "And where do you think I'll meet another chick like Misty?" "Honey, there will be other girls. You'll find somebody else. She's not the only girl in the world." "Fuck you mom! I'm tired of this moving bullshit! I'm going to move in with Misty!" he declared. "Uh, no you're not," she notified him." He apparently continued to rail against the move for hours. Then his father came home and they got into it. He was grounded for his outburst, but he said he was going to ignore that until the day they move. He wanted to skip school, but I told him it would only make things worse. I gave him a blowjob and that calmed him down. We were both 20 minutes late to school due to this conversation.

He broke the news to his friends at lunch. I hugged him tight and repeatedly kissed him. After school let out, he went with me back to my house,  where we had sex over and over. His parents didn't know where I lived, so they weren't suddenly going to show up on my doorstep. He wanted to spend the night with me, but that would only get him labeled a runaway and me as someone harboning one, so that option was out. He went home at 11 and then got up at 4 a.m., wrote his parents a note that he was going over to my house and yes, he would go to school and wouldn't be home until 11:30 again. I didn't know he was going to do this. At 4:30, there was repeated knocking at my door. I hurriedly threw on a t-shirt and shorts because I was sleeping in the nude and went to answer it. I looked through the peephole, saw Kevin and let him in. He hugged me tight and then we went to bed and back to sleep with him cuddling me.

I rose at 6 a.m., got dolled up for him and made him breakfast in bed. He ate it with gusto and I gave him a handjob afterward. After he got dressed again, we cuddled on the livingroom couch for a while and then went to school, both of us walking with our arms around each other. We spent lunch sucking face and groping each other in an obscure corner of campus. We returned to my house and I made an early dinner for him and then we whiled away the rest of the day fucking and jamming. When he split for home, I went to the supermarket and picked up stuff for the meal I wanted to make for him the next day. I stayed up until 2 a.m. making his favorite cake.

He was back over at 4:30 a.m. and we returned to bed. We got up at 7 a.m., ate cereal and hotfooted it for school. I fell asleep in class a couple of times due to the lack of sleep. I was able to sneak a handjob for him at lunch, which was capped off by him furtively pissing on the side of the building as a statement of defiance because the classes  were taking up time he would rather spend with me. It was now Friday. School would end the following Wednesday and he was scheduled to move that Saturday..Both of us were feeling the time pressure. We walked back to my house rather quickly and we had sex. "Honey, will you please fuck my ass?" I asked. Again,  he knew I didn't really like anal and only tolerated it as part of my submission to him, so he realized that this was my way of displaying my love for him.

He splashed my asshole with a goodly amount of lube. "Master, don't worry about me. Just fuck it for your own pleasure,"  I invited. "Thanks babe. You rock," he expressed and shoved it in my backdoor with a grunt and a gasp.  After he reamed the bejesus out of it, he cracked, "I'm going to miss this hole so much," which made us both laugh a lot. We cleaned ourselves up and I set about making dinner, which was grilled filet mignon with sauteed mushrooms, corn on the cob and french fries. For dessert was chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. He had two big helpings of the latter and was stuffed nearly to the point of paralysis. We went into my music room afterward and, after I had given him a lesson,  jammed for the next few hours while we waited for our respective systems to digest all the food we had shoveled into ourselves.

My ass was throbbing like a son of a bitch. I took a couple Ibuprofen to try to dull it. 11 p.pm. came and went, as did midnight. I cajoled him into leaving at one. His dad waited up for him and they argued for a while before Kevin was allowed to finally go to bed.

When Kevin got up Saturday around noon,  he declared that he was going to spend the next week at my house and bolted out the door. This was a stupid, arrogant move and really put me in a spot. Once I fed him another pieece of chocolate cake and ice cream, I sat him down and told him exactly why it was dumb. Then I convinced him to let me talk to his parents. So at around three, we walked hand in hand to his place and a confrontation with his parents. I shyly waved "hi" to his parents when Kevin and I went through the door

"I think we need to talk," I opened. "You bet your ass we need to talk," Mr. Baker blurted. "Okay, let's cool the macho bluster," I demanded, "and look at the situation we have here," I stated. "You guys are going to have Kevin for another four years, at least, and I am only going to get to see him for another six, seven days and he the same with me. You guys suddenly sprung the fact that you were going to move, which will result in big social and environmental changes for him, not the least of which is separating the two of us. You treated Kevin like he shouldn't count in this even though there is no perceived reward for him to go with you. We teenagers are obsessed with fairness and when you look at how this has all transpired one can understand how unfair it seems, especially in a cosmic sense," I lectured. "Tra la la, we can rip Kevin away from the girl he loves and he just has to suck it up, no problem," is the way you guys approached this."

"Now wait a second," Mr. Baker interjected. "No, you wait a second!" I tongue lashed him. "I understand your position. Money makes the world go round and as a family sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. But what this whole situation wiith Kevin and me has devolved down to is a combiination of a power struggle and fear. You don't know me very well and Mrs. Baker is afraid that I might be too adult for her son. She also doesn't trust him enough to not want to helicopter parent him  Mr. Baker, you want to be top dog in the house and don't want to allow Kevin to get away with defying you. But you're a leader who doesn't trust his troops, which is neurotic. I don't drink, smoke, do drugs or gamble, I speak six languages fluently and I'm a musical prodigy.. So there is nothing for you to be afraid of. I convinced Kevin  to have this talk with you because I don't want to come into conflict with you guys."

"Are you having sex with Kevin?" Mrs. Baker questioned. "Oh God. This is what I hate about other women: when a girl feels competitive with another one she will immediately try to denigrate her with charges of being either ugly or a slut. No wonder feminism isn't taken seriously anymore." "I'm not calling you a slut, Misty, but I also don't want Kevin getting you pregnant." "For your information, Mrs. Baker, I can't have children. I have a uterine defect that makes conception impossible. Are you happy?" "Sorry," Mrs. Baker muttered with downcast eyes.

"Listen you guys, I don't think it's a good idea when kids begin making decisions on their whereabouts just off the cuff. That can lead to disaster. However, this is rather a special case. So when school let's out Wednesday, I want Kevin to stay with me until Saturday morning." "What do your parents think about this, Misty?" "They're okay with it as long as I keep the doors to my music room and bedroom open," I giggled. "God only knows that Kevin has been there so much that they see him as being like their own son.

"Well, what do you think?" Mr. Baker said to his wife instead of making the decision himself.  "Well, I'm tired of arguing about it.  Listen Kevin, you check in everyday, you understand me?" she capitulated.  "Okay mom." "Are you sure you're only 14 Misty?" "You asked me that before, Mrs. Baker. Here's my birth certificate," I internally fumed, handing it to her. She looked at it and then handed it back to me. "Well look baby, you want to go play some guitar?" I said to Kevin. "Yeah, that'd be cool," he responded. I took Kevin's hand and we set the controls for my house.

On the way there, he hit me up about my parents. "That story about your parents seeing me as like a son was bullshit, Misty. What's the deal with them, anyway? How come I never see them?" "Because they're dead, Master. They were killed in a drunk driving accident when I was 12 and the guy who hit them was the 16 year old son of some really rich people. So I sued them for a lot of money and they settled out of court for not quite as much and I've been on my own since." "What about your grandparents? How come you don't live with them?" "Because I would rather live on my own. Plus I don't want them able to access my money." "That's cool you can live on your own. I guess that's why you grew up so quickly." "Pretty much." Fuck, I hate it when I have to lie about shit like this.

We jammed for a couple of hours then I blew him and he went home. He returned as soon as he finished dinner and we had sex and relaxed in front of the tv afterward. We did largely the same thing Sunday except for a more protracted guitar lesson that would help him with self study after he moved back east.

Monday morning, I greeted him naked at the door and gave him a long hug and kiss before going to my knees and pulling his dick out of his pants for a vigorous and passionate blowjob. "Fuck, slut, I wish I could bring you to school naked." "I wish I could do that for you, Master. So are you going to fuck my ass tonight?" "Fuck yeah I am," he laughed. "I'll look forward to it, Master." "That's good," he smiled. I dressed in shorts, a halter top and white heels  and he occasionally slipped his hand into the shorts to squeeze my butt cheek. When we got to school, I unhooked my bra so that he could get in a quick fondle here and there before class.

The bell rang and I closed my bra. We parted following a long, deep kiss to take our first round of finals. During lunch, I reopened my bra and undid my shorts so he could freely feel me up. After school, he fulfilled his promise to gleefully stab me in the ass over and over again with his flesh knife. Upon finishing and cleaning up, he held me, kissed me and played with my boobs as I laid on my back. Then he climbed on top of  me and gave me every inch of his cock, filling my pussy with his warm cum. I went to make dinner and once we had eaten it, I gave him a guitar lesson. The next two days were pretty similar to that. School ended Wednesday, except that that we didn't have anal sex and he slept over Wednesday.

Thursday, we didn't awaken until almost noon. I surprised him when I invited his friends over for dinner and a gangbang as their going away party for him. I also notified his soon to be former friends that they wouldn't be able to grope me any longer, so they needed to get their fill during the gangbang. I cooked up a basic meal I thought everyone would like: Nachos, fajitas and for dessert strawberry cheesecake. We shot the shit for a while and then we migrated to my bedroom. My ass was still off limits since I wanted to save it for Kevin Friday. So it began with Kevin barreling his spear into my cunt and Josh's penis being lovingly pleasured by my mouth and things progressed from there, with me taking their spunk in my love channel, on my face and in my cakehole. My ass cheeks were subjected to dozens of lusty strikes as well. Kevin's buddies must have figured that the likelihood of them being able to move in on me after Kevin was out of the picture was remote because they kept coming back for more. After three hours, I declared my mouth closed for business because it was just too sore. It wasn't until after midnight that they said their final goodbye to Kevin. My bedsheets were soaked in various bodily fluids and so, once I stripped the bed clothes off the bed and left a window open, we actually spent the night in one of my other bedrooms after we showered.

Friday, I pulled out all the stops. For breakfast, I made a gourmet version of a breakfast burrito. "Holy shit babe, this is awesome!" he enthused. I gave him a long, slow blowjob after he finished eating and with his stomach full and his balls drained he was starting the day as a very happy camper. I told him that I left $5,000 in gift certificates from my favorite online guitar store in his email inbox and gave him another $5,000 in cash. "Fuck Misty, you're just too awesome. Thanks babe!" he burbled.

For lunch, I made a California style pizza and garlic bread and then we jammed while a barbecue chicken I was making was slow cooking. That came with a baked potato and green beans. For dessert, we had more of the strawberry cheesecake. Once we gobbled dinner down, we went back to my bedroom. I put new bedclothes on the bed. We had long, slow foreplay and then I laid on my back on the edge of the bed with my hips tilted up to make my asshole available. He lubed it and his condom wrapped cock. "Fuck me like you own me baby," I urged him. "Thanks, Misty. You're just too killer," he averred before I felt his cockhead bumping up against my sphincter. He popped it in and then rammed it in balls deep, grasped my legs and went to town, shiting his hips back and forth to drive his big stick in and out of me. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been in previous anal episodes. It might have been my state of mind because I really was giving myself to him. I looked up at him and he was totally enjoying the compression of my asshole's walls on his dick. He leaned forward and grabbed handfuls of my tits as his penetration of my fudge tunnel continued unabated, his pubic bone careening hard off of my butt.

As time wore on, his breathing was shallower and more guttural. He was subconsciously holding my calves tighter while he pounded his schlong into me. He upped the pace of his attack as he drew closer to the moment of ecstasy and then unloaded into his rubber. He held his penis inside me to relish the sensation of being in that part of me and the pleasure it created. He bent over and kissed me. "I love you, Misty." "I love you, too, baby. He smiled and then pulled his cock out of me and walked off to the bathroom with a swagger.