Warning! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS GRATUITOUS (lots) OF SEXUAL INTERCOURSE FROM A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD. NONE OF THE EVENTS IN THIS FANFICTION HAVE EVER, NOR WILL EVER, OCCUR, AND THEREFORE SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS TYPE OF WRITING, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. THE IMMORAL ACTIVITIES DEPICTED IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS WILL BE EXCLUSIVELY FOR A MATURE, 18+ AUDIENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER THIS AGE, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I DO NOT OWN DOG WITH A BLOG, NOR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS REFERENCED IN THIS STORY.

I was in absolute love.

We had been dating for over a year, and from day one, I had known that Wes Manning was the man for me. And for all the people who say that no one at the age of fourteen knows what true love is, shut it.

Everything about Wes was perfect. From his head to his feet, he was gorgeous. He was so sweet, and his personality was the kindest that I had ever seen.

We had only kissed a handful of times, so I couldn't really say that we were an intimate couple. My friends kept urging me to go to the next base, but I was postponing it for as long as I could. I didn't want to lose my virginity just yet.

Wes was great about this, never pushing me for more than he knew I wanted. But that didn't stop him from being romantic.

Friday night, he came to pick me up for a date. He brought my mother flowers, and told my father exactly where we were going, and when we would come. I had spent the previous hour and a half picking out what outfit to wear.

I eventually settled on a button-up blue blouse, with one of my favorite ties. I matched it with a knee-length black skirt over grey tights. I had flats on.

We walked over to the park, where there was a firework show going on. We set up a blanket, and lied down to see the show. My heart was pounding out of my chest. What should I do? Do I put my hand into his? Or do I wait for him?

My worries melted away as his fingers found mine, and they interlaced. I looked to my right, and saw that he was looking at me, not the fireworks.

"You're missing the show, Wes." I said softly.

He smiled. "You're more beautiful than any fireworks in the world."

I blushed deeply. He scooted a bit closer to me. I could feel his soft breath on my face. My fears of what to do next returned. We were only a few inches away from each other.

I took a deep breath, and swallowed my fears. Our lips locked, and we began to kiss passionately. Our tongues began to toy with each other, and we rolled around on the blanket, locked in a passionate kiss.

I felt more alive than I ever had before. I felt, excited, in places I had never been before. It was between my legs. I had never explored around down there, as I felt no need. It seemed, dirty. But now, I almost understood it. It was, for lack of a better word, invigorating.

I felt my hand brush against his pants. To this day, I can't tell if I had meant to do that, or if it was an accident, but immediately, Wes pulled out of the kiss.

I was breathing heavily, as was he. He gulped. "Did you..."

I looked down, sheepishly. My cheeks were redder than a tomato. Wes was blushing, too.

He put an arm around my shoulder. "We don't have to go that far, you know. I don't want you ever to feel like you have to do something to please me."

I looked up at him. "Let's do it."

Wes looked even more embarrassed than me, which was saying something. God, how do my friends talk about this so easily?

Wes and I locked lips again, and this time, I could feel his hands moving around my body, slowly so if I wanted him to stop, I could back away at every time. Our lips broke apart as he backed away. He pulled off his shirt slowly. Seeing his bare, muscular chest just made the feeling between my legs even more present.

Now it was my turn. Slowly, with trembling fingers, I undid each button on my blouse, eventually tossing it where his shirt was. My bra was on full display, and my blushing was even deeper. My breasts were never the biggest, but Wes didn't seem to mind. He stood up, and held his hand out for me to take. He led me over to a bench, and laid the blanket down over the cold wooden bench.

He looked at me, sheepishly and blushing. I probably wasn't much better. God, this was awkward.

I took his hand in mine, and guided it up to my bra. He had beads of sweat dripping off his forehead as his hand rested in my relatively flat chest.

I took a deep breath, and took my hand off of his hand, letting it remain on my chest. I looked at him, my cheeks burning. "I'm sorry that they aren't bigger."

Wes looked at me, and smiled. "You have no reason to apologize. Every part of you is perfect."

We resumed our kissing, and I felt Wes' hand rest on the straps of my bra. I tapped his shoulder, giving him permission to continue. He unclasped the apparel, letting my breasts rest freely between us. I felt them squished between our chests, and Wes rolled on top of me. I could feel something poking me between his legs. Wes broke away from the kiss, and stumbled away from the bench. He was breathing heavily.

His cheeks were burning, as he fumbled to shift the erection out of sight. "I am so, so sorry."

I stood up also. The night air felt strange on my bare breasts. I took Wes' hand in mine, and kissed him on the cheek. "You have no reason to apologize. Every part of you is perfect."

With my heart pounding out of my chest, I lowered myself to my knees. I had only heard about what to do from here from my friends, and they weren't the most reliable sources.

Wes looked just as scared as me. He fumbled with his belt, and slowly lowered his pants to his ankles. His erection was sticking out like a missile through his underwear. He was about to lower them, too, but I beat him to it. I put my hand on either side of his waist, and began to pull them down. I had never seen a man's penis before, but from the way my friends described it, it was the most beautiful thing in the world. But when I saw Wes' penis, it was nothing like that. It looked, well, normal. It looked as if it was a little longer than 7 inches, but it wasn't the Godly, beautiful object that my friends had made it out to be.

I shifted nervously on my knees. The feeling between my legs was even stronger than before right now, so I decided to just go for it. I began to stroke the side of his penis, and he shuddered. I took it a step further, and licked the head, and Wes let out an audible moan.

It really wasn't as magical and amazing as my friends had made this out to be, but I could tell that it was closer to that for Wes. So I kept it up.

I gathered my courage, and opened my mouth, moving it over the head of his penis. I started sucking on the head, and moved my head back and forth. I felt his hands on the back of my head, giving me encouragement. I went as far as I could, but couldn't fit all of his manhood in my mouth. So with one one of my hands, I began to stroke the remaining two or so inches. He moaned even louder, as I sucked harder and harder.

"Avery... I think I'm going to..."

I knew what he meant, and when he tried to pull out, I kept my mouth firmly planted around his penis. A liquid shot out of the tip of his penis, and flowed into my mouth. It had a strange taste, not at all what I had expected semen to taste like. It was like undercooked eggs, not incredibly tasty, but also not unbearable. I swallowed, and released his penis from my mouth. A bit seeped out of the tip, and I licked it up.

Wes was breathing heavily, as I stood up next to him. He looked at me a way I had never seen me before; with lust. I was a bit frightened, but the look left his eyes instantly. "Sorry, I was just thinking..."

I knew exactly what he was thinking, because I had been thinking about it as well. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and smiled. "Let's go all the way."

Wes didn't argue, and lifted me up in his arms. He laid me down on the blanket-covered bench, right on the edge. I lifted my legs up slightly, and I felt Wes' hands lifting up my skirt. He grabbed the waistband of my tights, and pulled them down to my ankles. He slid my flats off my feet, one by one, and then tossed my tights with the other clothes. My baby-blue panties were on full reveal for my lovely boyfriend, but I didn't really care. I had one wish, and one wish only; to get his wonderful penis thrusted into my vagina.

He stroked the front of my panties, and I shivered with pleasure. He yanked my underwear out from under my skirt, and pulled my skirt up. He looked at me for permission, and I nodded, bracing my body. I felt his penis press against my vagina, and then slide in. My saliva was enough lubrication for him to slide his penis into my petite hole. He stopped when he reached my hymen. "You're sure you want to do this?"

I nodded, in complete ecstasy. He thrust his wonderful manhood deep inside my vagina, and I let out a moan of pleasure. This was the most pleasure I had ever been in. God, this was amazing!

I felt a pressure building in my lower stomach as Wes increased his speed. I could both hear and feel his balls slapping my skin as he pounded my lower half. Wes was groaning as well, and I felt him pull out just as I reached my peak. As my own sex began convulsing, excreting my own semen, Wes walked around to my head, and I put his penis in my mouth, feeling his own cum shoot down my throat.

We were both breathing heavily. Wes looked in my eyes, and I looked in his. We both knew what we were thinking. That was certainly not the last time we would try that.