My Kaelie

Valentine's was the name o' the bar my Daddy owned when we was growin' up. They played the sports games on the TV and sold a lotta beer to a lotta drunk old men. One o' which was the sheriff o' our little back woods town we lived in called Alicante, Indiana. So he didn't mind that Daddy let underage kids like me and Jon work for him. My job was always washin' dishes in the back. Daddy said, that way I wouldn't have the dirty old men hittin' on me. Not that they woulda tried it anyway wit' my big bro Jon's reputation for brawlin'.

I liked workin' on weeknights so I didn't hafta do my homework. My friend Kaelie and I would come straight over from school and roll up our sleeves the second we got there to start the dishes. Mama cooked the food with the help of a girl named Isabelle who was of the homemakin type. Daddy tended bar and kept the books (more like cooked the books tho if ya asked me) and Jon bused the tables. The waitresses were all hootchie mamas from the community college. Daddy said, if I worked real hard he'd make me a waitress one day and then I could go to college off'a my tips. Whoopdie doodah! I thought.

Any rate, Kaelie was a real looker, blonde hair, blue eyes. All the boys wanted a piece a' her ass. Little'd they know she never played for their team. No… she played for mine. And she was my first.

"Did you get it?" I asked her one night as we was closin' up at 2 in the mornin' Daddy didn't care about us bein' school when we had business to take care of. He would say 'Family comes first, Clarissa Adele. And this family needs your help to run they business. So I best not hear none 'a yer guff alright?"

I would say 'Yes Daddy' and scamper along. Well, this particular night had been a Thursday and there was to be no school on the Friday on account 'a teachers interviews of somethin'. So I'd got special permission to have Kaelie stay over and she was in charge o' pickin' us up some entertainment so to speak. She was a Junior in my brother's year where as I was a Freshman. So some 'a her friends were eighteen and could get us what we needed.

It came in a silver pouch that looked like a make-up bag and as soon as we were done closin' out the bar we went straight upstairs to my room. Thankfully I had a privacy lock on my door. Course the reason bein' for that was cuzza my brother Jon's tendancies o' peepin' in on me and masturbatin' in the hallway but Jon bein' one sick puppy is a story fer another day. This one's about what happened after Kaelie and I locked the door that night.

When her beautiful lips came crashin' down on mine, I knew I musta dies and gone ta heaven. When she carried me over to the bed in her oh so very strong arms (growin' up a Farmer's daughter will do that) and laid me gently down on it I knew it would be the most beautiful night 'a my young life. And when she pulled off all o' my clothin' slowly and carefully one piece at a time, I knew she was gonna be my undoin'. But when she unzipped that little silver pouch, I knew that I was saved! By the angel, was I ever.

When I saw the size o' that thing as she put on that holster, I 'bout lost it. "There is no way that all of those inches is gonna fit inside o' little old me!" I 'bout yelled. "I really don't think I gots that much room in there!" My breathin' real quick, as I was getting' hot an' bothered but kinda anxious too.

"Oh yes it will Clary! An' yer gonna love every minute of it, my tight little innocent girl." She smirked. "That is, after the pain from the start subsides." She'd laid over me then, with desire written all over her face, after putting on the contraption which I still wasn't too sure about havin' somethin' that big inside o' me. I wanted to lose it to Kaelie o' course. Worse 'n I'd ever wanted anythin' in my life. But that machine o' hers scared me! It was so huge! Long an' thick an' big an' hard an' it even had a vibrator in it! Tho I barely knew then what that was.

When I felt it go in, I thought she'd broke me in two! It hurt, ever so much. I loved my Kaelie completely but she wasn't a gentle girl, that's for sure. She was a bit rough wit' me. Her face lit up with every hard thrust like she enjoyed both the pain an' the pleasure she could bring me. It wasn't long tho before she turned that vibrator on an' started rockin' my world. It was a good thin' I was used to bein' seen an' not heard. Somehow I was still able to stifle every scream o' pain and moan o' pleasure that oughta come outta me that night. Somehow, no one ever heard us. 'cept maybe Jon who was pro'ly touchin' his dick in the next room wishin' he could be like Kaelie doin' that to me. Sick fucker!

When it was near the end I went crazy wit' pleasure. I hit some kinda peak Kaelie called an 'orgasm' an' she was so very happy when she saw she had given me that, she 'bout cried. 'Course I actually did cry after. It had felt so good and hurt so much that it was all so overwhelmin'. We laid together enjoyin' the way we both felt fer a long while 'fore we fell asleep in each other's arms. As we drifted off, I whispered, "I love you Kaelie Whitewillow."

She smiled an' kissed my forehead a said "I love you Clary Morgenstern, my pretty princess."

A month or two later, Daddy found that silver pouch in my room where we kep' it. He lost his ever lovin' mind over it and razed the Whitewillow's wheat fields. They couldn't prove who did it, an' her daddy lost their farm, cuz o' that little silver pouch, so maybe in that regard I was right to be afraid of it. It only cost us $20.00 at the time, but in the end it cost a lot more n' that. Maybe I'm just a selfish bitch, but I don't think I'd go back an' change it even if I could.

The next summer a new family moved into that farm called the Herondales. Their son Jace was a golden god who took a shinin' to me an' I'd be a liar to say I didn't like him right away. It was one o' those loves at first sight. I always knew one day I'd be livin' out on that farm as somebody's wife. 'Spose it were foolish to hope it woulda been as Kaelie's, like I used to. Course Jace broke me o' that eventually wit' somethin' a little more lifelike that what Kaelie an' I had kept in that silver pouch. Tho it weren't quite as large (but don't tell him that). And I suppose it must be workin' for us since I'm a Mama to six kids now. But as is always the case, you never truly forget yer first.

And I, Clarissa Adele Herondale will never, ever, forget My Kaelie.

This pairing was requested by Ficsmith, thanks for asking for this I had fun writing it!