Part One

My name is James Copley. One Saturday morning back in 1983 when I was 12 years old, I was standing in line at a local convenience store waiting to pay for a few snacks I had just picked up. The store was a busy place. The teenage cashier looked a bit harried. There were two customers ahead of me in the queue and about four behind me. I took no significant notice of any of them until I heard the voice of a little boy directly behind me say, “Debbie, can I get two Snickers bars instead of just one?”

Out of curiosity, I turned around. The little boy seemed to be about five years old. I didn’t look at him very long. Instead, I focused on what I assumed was his older sister who was minding him. She looked to be about my age—and she was the most attractive girl I had ever seen in my life. She had a beautiful face. Her lovely head of black hair seemed to curve around it. She didn’t have much of a figure (yet), but what she possessed certainly appealed to me. She was wearing a blue t-shirt that advertised a competitive dance team. That figured. She looked like the type of tween girl who would be a graceful and athletic dancer. Debbie was so alluring that it was difficult for me not to gawk at her. I just smiled at her. I don’t even think she saw me. She was too busy trying to explain to her little brother that he was allowed to buy just one treat from the store, not two.

My fixation on the pretty girl was interrupted when the cashier hollered, “Next, please!” She was referring to me. I hadn’t noticed there were no longer any customers ahead of me in line. I apologized to the cashier, quickly paid for my snacks, and headed out the door. I lingered for a minute so I could hold the door open for this adorable young female and her brother. They both thanked me and then turned in the opposite direction I was going. She and her brother got into the backseat of a nearby car which quickly drove off. I immediately wished I had said something to her, but I was shy by nature, especially around girls—and even more so around attractive ones. Sadly, I never saw her again. I vowed that if I were ever in a similar situation in the future, I would at least attempt to start a conversation with the girl instead of letting her walk away from me as Debbie had.

Part Two

Amazingly, I didn’t have to wait very long for a second chance. About two hours later, I was at the main branch of our local public library. It was a massive building considering I lived in a city of only about 40,000 inhabitants. I’d been in much smaller main libraries in far bigger cities. Our library was once a four-story warehouse for a canning company. It had been converted to a library about 20 years earlier when our old, much smaller Carnegie Library had outlived its usefulness. As an avid reader as I was, it was a terrific place to go to relax and browse through books. It also contained a screening room for movies with theater-type chairs for about 50 people, and a gallery that usually displayed the works of local artists. There were also private study rooms and a lecture hall that could accommodate about 100 people. Out-of-towners who visited our city’s library typically came away impressed with it.

When I got home from the convenience store, I learned from my mother that I had been notified by telephone that a book I had ordered via inter-library loan had arrived and was available for me to check out. After wolfing down a sandwich and a glass of milk, I headed back out the door. It was about a 15-minute walk from my house to the massive, wonderful library.

I was so eager to begin reading my book—a thick tome about Civil War esoterica—that a few seconds after I borrowed it, I found a comfy chair in the casual reading area, sat down in it, and turned to page one. Luckily for me, I hadn’t yet become too engrossed in the narrative otherwise I would have missed the remarkably pretty girl who passed a few feet in front of me. She was accompanied by two friends, but I paid little heed to them. Again, she was about my age. This cutie not only rivaled the elusive Debbie in overall attractiveness, she actually surpassed her, in my opinion!

What a beauty she was! This girl, whom I had never seen before, had a true angelic glow about her. She had a huge, attractive smile on her face. (Someone should have hired her to do toothpaste commercials!) She was wearing light-yellow shorts and a tight-fitting green top that revealed she had very little to reveal. (Frankly, she was basically flat-chested, but I didn't care.) As a crowning touch, she had curly brunette tresses that rested on her shoulders.

Furthermore, she had a beautiful aura about her that automatically drew others’ attention. I noticed that two adult males also took more than a glance at her when she walked by them, too. We all looked at each other and smiled. "That's what I call a timeless beauty," one of them said to his buddy, just loud enough for me to hear. I silently thought that was a perfect description of this girl—whoever she was!

I decided I’d better act affirmatively before this girl got away from me as Debbie had earlier in the day. I rose from my chair and tapped her on the shoulder as she was checking out two teen novels at the front counter. “You don’t know me and I don’t know you,” I said, “but we look to be about the same age. I’m 12 years old, and I think you’re about the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw you for the first time just a couple of minutes ago. It looks like we both love books, so at least we have that in common. Maybe we should get to know each other.”

Her friends started to giggle and I feared swift rejection. However, I was pleasantly surprised when I got a strong, positive reaction from her. “Yeah, I’ll stay and talk with you,” she informed me, “under one condition.”

“What’s the condition?” I asked.

“I insist you tell me your name,” she said with a smile. “Mine is Laurie Woodling.” She slowly extended her right hand as a gesture of friendliness.

I smiled in return while shaking her hand.  I told her my name was James Copley—and I reiterated how lovely she was.

She blushed slightly and thanked me for the compliment. “You’re not a bad looking boy yourself!” she insisted. That remark sent my ego soaring.

Laurie quickly turned to her two companions and said she wanted to stay and get to know me, so they were free to leave without her. They both did. Then she turned her attention back to me and said, “I come from a strict, religious family. My parents don’t want me to have a boyfriend or anything like that until I’m at least 16 years old.”

“We’re just going to have a chat, that’s all,” I told her. “There’s no possible harm in that, I don’t think.”

Laurie agreed. We found a vacant, isolated table for two near the stacks of books and sat down there. She told me she was 12, too, and was in the sixth grade at a public school located across the city from me. I proceeded to ask her about her reading preferences. She favored fiction while I had a bias toward nonfiction. We both discussed the joys of reading and jointly agreed how books had an advantage over television or movies for being engaging entertainment.

“I hope that doesn’t stop you from joining me upstairs in the movie theater ” I commented. “In about ten minutes or so the library is having a free screening of nature films. Please join me, Laurie. I’ll pay for the popcorn.”

“That sounds like a great idea to me, James,” she promptly replied. “I have a strong feeling I’m going to be breaking my parents’ rule and start having you as a boyfriend as of this second.”

Of course, I was all in favor of that development. I suggested something to her: “As long as we keep accidentally meeting each other here at the library on Saturdays, your parents don’t need to know about it, right?”

“Oh, James, you have a sneaky aspect to your personality!” Laurie said with delight. “I do, too—so I like it! Let’s head upstairs to the theater. This will be a first for me; I’ve never seen a movie here before.”

We got upstairs and got seats beside each other in the half-filled screening room. Admission was free. They really did sell popcorn, so I lived up to my promise and bought Laurie a bag for the bargain price of a quarter. Within five minutes of the start of the documentary, Laurie had her head gently resting on my shoulder. I got the hint. I romantically placed my arm around her. My head was spinning, but it was a joyful confusion. I’d never enjoyed a movie more than I did that day, although I didn’t remember much about it just half an hour after the credits rolled. Kissing the prettiest girl in the city had that effect on me.

Part Three

Without fail, Laurie and I kept meeting every Saturday at the library. She didn’t say a word about me to her parents. However, I certainly told my parents about her. I usually referred to her as “my library girl” and bragged that she was “completely gorgeous.” My mother suspected that Laurie was a figment of my fertile imagination, so one Saturday she “happened to visit” the library about half an hour after I had. I saw her in the distance. Our eyes met. She was now satisfied that I wasn’t lying. Laurie was indeed a real, live, 12-year-old girl. Having no reason to linger around any longer, Mom simply waved at me and departed the premises without saying a word to me.

For the next 300 Saturdays, Laurie and I never missed meeting at the public library. We talked about books, school, and anything else that came to mind. We always managed to sneak a few kisses in, even though we got occasional stern looks from some of the older library staff. Anything less than three hours together was a short visit. We saw every free movie the library screened—including quite a few duds. Over time, I couldn’t help but notice that Laurie was maturing splendidly. The previous flat-chested beauty slowly but steadily blossomed into a nicely proportioned young lady. She even joked about it once when she noticed that a few kernels of popcorn had escaped from her hand but were still on her blouse because of her burgeoning bosom. “Six years ago, James, when we first met here, this popcorn would have fallen to the floor.” I thought that was a marvelous example of humor.

“Laurie, I thought you were gorgeous when you were 12 years old,” I remarked. “Imagine what I think of you now at age 18.” I took a chance and gently touched her left breast with my right hand. Laurie made no objection to my bold action.

Emboldened by my small success, in the intervening week I decided to be more assertive. When Laurie and I met the following Saturday, we had about 15 minutes of usual chitchat. We were both excited to tell each other about new books we had recently discovered. Then, out of the blue, I said, “Laurie, I do love you, of course, but I think it’s time to move our relationship to the next level. I want to make love to you. I’ll put it quite bluntly: Can I talk you into having sex with me?”

To my utter delight, Laurie responded, “James, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that question for a long time. Of course, the answer is yes!”

We quickly kissed. I became fully aroused and asked her, “How about right here and right now, Laurie?”

“In the middle of the library?” Laurie asked me. “James, you can’t be serious?”

“No, not in the middle of the library, of course,” I noted. “However, this wonderful building does have all those private study rooms up on the fourth floor that few people ever use. I think we should ask a librarian’s permission to use one. Personally, I’m quite interested in studying your anatomy.”

Laurie smiled mischievously and said, “Okay. Let’s go ask at the front desk what we need to do to book a study room.”

That we did. It was a very simple procedure. As long as either one of us had a valid library card, we could book a room for an hour. We both had cards, of course, so that wasn’t an issue. We were assigned to Study Room #1. The librarian further stated that none of the other five study rooms on the fourth floor was occupied, she didn’t expect them to be booked today, so the hour time limit was basically a suggestion rather that an inflexible rule. That was also welcome news. In my youthful exuberance I truly expected to screw Laurie for several hours.

We took the elevator upstairs, holding hands through the short trip. Neither of us had ever been inside one of these study rooms, so we were pleasantly surprised to see that Room #1 was equipped with two luxurious reclining chairs along with a table, half a dozen regular chairs and a small chalkboard. There were no windows in the room, so we had absolute privacy. Laurie seemed eager to begin. “Sit on one of the chairs, James, and I’ll sit on your lap,” she instructed me. I quickly complied.

Laurie began disrobing. As she stripped down to her underwear, she confessed, “Until this moment, I’ve never done anything sexual with a boy, you know. You’re my first boyfriend, James, and you’re also my first sex partner. You’ll have to walk me through this.” She paused for a moment before adding, “I know it will be lovely.”

I got the idea that Laurie had overestimated my sexual experience. I had zero until I was 14 when I had a meaningless encounter with a longtime classmate of mine named Candace Myers. She apparently was smitten with me, told a friend, and had been “dared” to offer me sex in the schoolyard after our class was dismissed for the day. I accepted her offer, enjoyed myself (and Candace’s fine body, too) and messily ejaculated all over her small breasts. That was certainly a fun, worthwhile experience, but I suspected making love to Laurie was going to be even better. I felt something for my library girl. I felt nothing at all for Candace. She’d been just an easy lay to me four years ago.

Laurie removed her undergarments. I felt like applauding. She was fantastic! She now had a terrific set of boobs and a slender, athletic body that I couldn’t wait to fondle. Laurie positioned herself on my lap and I merrily explored every inch of her with my hands while I kissed her nonstop. She had the type of breasts with small areolas that come to a point. Those delightful nipples just begged for my gentle touch! Eventually I was caressing one tit with one hand while massaging her hairy vagina with the other. Laurie seemed quite blissful about the whole thing.

I was still fully clothed which had to change soon or else I’d be making a huge mess in my blue jeans. I told Laurie to temporarily vacate my lap for a moment so I could drop my trousers and my briefs and take off my shirt. I think I did all three in ten seconds flat. My strong erection caught Laurie’s eye.

“That looks pretty big, James,” Laurie opined. “Is it bigger than an average 18-year-old’s penis? I honestly have no idea.”

“I’ve never gotten any complaints,” I replied. That was totally truthful, but I didn’t mention to Laurie that I was basing that assessment on a very small sample size of previous sex partners. I also told her to snuggle up beside me in the reclining chair rather than on my lap, so she’d have the best access to my throbbing dick.

“Give it nice, soft, gentle, upward tugs,” I said to Laurie as I resumed my general groping of her. Her delicate touch was turning me on even further.

Still, I wanted more. I kindly suggested, “Laurie, it would be wonderful if you put your lips around the head of it. Boys like it very much when their girlfriends do this sex act for them.” I sensed slight reluctance on Laurie’s part, but she did as I asked. She started with just the tip of my dick but eventually put all of my shaft in her mouth. This was a sexual first for me as Candace never gave me fellatio during our romp in the schoolyard in 1985.

I knew time was becoming a factor. I couldn’t last many more minutes before exploding with what I knew would be a huge orgasm. I told Laurie she could stop the oral stimulation of my rod so we could begin fucking. Laurie was somewhat small in stature, so I had no difficulty lifting her back onto my lap and impaling her with my penis. The sweet sensation of my dick entering her vagina was fabulous. Laurie moaned a bit, but then she began to squeal with delight. I enthusiastically lifted her up and down as she rode me. After about two minutes, I could no longer control myself.

“I’m going to come, Laurie. One of these days I’m going to fire a big load of semen into your pussy, but today’s not that day. Being parents at age 18 is not a good idea for either of us.” I lifted her off my phallus and instructed her to “jerk me off until I blow my load.” Within 20 seconds it happened. Geez, what a cum shot! I ejaculated straight into the air with three long, powerful spurts of warm, thick goo. Had Laurie leaned six inches closer to me, it would have easily struck her face. Instead, it just fell straight down and splashed mostly into my lap. It was undoubtedly the greatest physical feeling I’d ever had in my young life. Laurie was pleased for two separate reasons: She had caused my orgasm, and she’d had one of her own from my fucking and now fingering her vagina. Her pussy was extremely wet.

“I think we’re sexually compatible, James,” she said with lovely understatement. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my parents one of these days.”

I chuckled at my beautiful library girl’s comment, but for some odd reason, my thoughts wandered back to that memorable Saturday six years earlier when I first met Laurie. I had also briefly encountered Debbie at the convenience store. We had engaged for perhaps five seconds. Debbie probably didn’t even remember me, but I had strangely never excluded her from my memory. I wondered if Debbie would have been as good a fuck as Laurie had obviously been. I guess I’d never know for sure.