A/N: I will return to some of the other stories that I've partially completed. This was something that flowed today-am a huge fan of the book and film (which I do not own rights to). The story takes place during Jess and Leslie's senior year in High School. I hope you enjoy. Don't read if the subject matter isn't to your liking.

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It was early on a Summer afternoon when they'd arrived at the creek, where the exciting secret kingdom of their creation-Terabithia-waited, ready to offer them a new adventure.

It was Jess Aaron's birthday present from his new optimistic and outgoing friend Leslie Burke. With a spring littered with family problems and the constant troubles school would throw at them, 18-year-old Leslie and Jess had decided last week to celebrate his day a little later in the summer.

The two Lark Creek High School seniors made sure they'd gotten enough stuff to make it a memorable day Jess would never forget.

Stuff. Lots of Stuff; big stuff; little stuff; between the two of them, their houses were littered with a various array of stuff. Leslie and Jess had decided early in the school year that rather than contribute to the stuff pile, they would give each other the gift of experiences.

This year Leslie had told Jess about surprise she had set up in the tree house just for him. The curious and creative brunette 18-year-old boy regarded Leslie that day as he walked her home following one of their adventures with mixed excitement and uncertainty. Still she assured him that this gift was going to be AWESOME!

The tree house overlooked the babbling river. It really provided a soothing backdrop of sound for the duration of their stay. The kids climbed the ladder to get into the house, but a block and tackle connected to a basket allowed them to pull up their luggage and supplies. An idea Leslie had thought up originally.

After loading some supplies, Leslie's bag, plus Jesse's and the sex toy case into the basket, he scampered up the ladder to haul their necessities up to the platform that encircled the house.

Once lifted, one could lock off the rope, open a small gate and pull their items in. Leslie quickly made her way up the ladder to landing and asked:

"What do you think Jess?"

Grinning happily, Jess told her he was over the moon happy. "This was the neatest gift I've ever gotten!"

For a moment they both looked around their private refuge or castle as Leslie thought of it, it could accommodate about 6 people, but you had to be a friendly 6 not to bring it all down. It would be comfortable for just the two of them. The two took a self-guided walk or patrol of their childhood kingdom. The patrol was a modest affair, the surrounding woods were relatively peaceful, that had become the baseline for them staying anywhere. Jess noticed that the whistling breeze seemed to be speaking to him in some way. Jess asked Leslie if she was aware when she last came to the house by herself.

"Not really, c'mon let's finish the patrol."

This disappointed Jess to a degree. After a day without air conditioning at home in the humidity, he'd became a ripe teenage boy. Now sleeping in a home primarily filled with girls began to get to him.

The house would serve as a cool outdoor kitchen, Jess smiled at the thought of sharing a hot plate of burgers, a couple of sodas and the use of a barbecue outside. I LOVE THIS TREEHOUSE! He thought as Leslie gently nudged his right shoulder playfully.

The tree house, while it lacked a TV, had a Library (mainly filled by Leslie) with exciting books both of them enjoyed as kids, some of which Jess never read. The open windows overlooked the river and let in a cool breeze and the sound of rolling water on the rocks made this day even more heavenly.

As Jess looked at the trees that were in bloom, he imagined Leslie sitting in one, the sun shining on her flawless white skin. It was to be an interesting stay.

A ladder in the center of the house that allowed one to climb into the bedroom. To come down one could take the ladder or there was a wooden pole that went through a second hole.

The entire place had a décor much like Jesse's house and bedrooms when they had talked about and reminisced on their adventures, but more so. If you had to escape the storm of trouble and problems hitting you left and right, it was in this tree house. Star Wars Poster - check, Lord of the Rings Poster - check, Superhero posters - check, drawings of various Terabithia places and characters - Check, Photos with dates - check. It was all here. The two walked down memory lane - to the secret sanctuary that was their castle.

Leslie invited Jess to go out onto the balcony. As they walked out from the bedroom, she pointed out the shower. It was an outdoor shower mounted to our tree. A giant rain shower head would pour warm water down on you.

"You're the smartest girl I've ever met!" Jess said.

Leslie laughed and said she'd ask her Dad if the shower would function properly and do her own research on purifying the water.

It was 2:00 PM, Jesse's Dad said he would be home by between 4 and 5 to celebrate his son's birthday dinner and thankfully gave permission for him to hang out with Leslie after school.

"Let's try it out, Les." Jess said outright.

With that Jess rushed over to their bags grabbed their soap and shampoo and she started the water. They stripped down and got into the refreshing cool stream of water. Jess looked at his Leslie; her beautiful white skin gleamed in the sunshine. Her gentle blue eyes melted for him as they quietly kissed, and Jess moved her soft mane of bleach blonde short hair under the water. With Leslie's head under the water, Jess soaked her mane through and through. The awestruck boy washed and rinsed her hair then applied conditioner. As the conditioner soaked Jess took the soap and began to scrub her body slowly.

"You know, you're my number one hero and my queen."

A sweet sentiment Leslie surprisingly appreciated as she ran a hand over Jess torso, reminding him that there were other parts of her body that needed washing too. Jess scrubbed her shoulders and her slender back. He then gingerly scrubbed her pubic mound and legs; finally, her rounded bottom came under the aroused boy's careful ministrations.

After Jess had spent enough time to make Leslie all sparkly clean, it was her turn to wash him. She started at his beautiful head of brown hair, Jess always liked his hair the way it was, and washed his scalp thoroughly at his Mom's instruction. Leslie slowly worked down Jess warm body doing my back, and his chest, his armpits. She got to his 4" cock and spent extra time there. Instantly Jess soon got hard, and she giggled at her friend's predicament.

As she rinsed Jess off, she got down on her knees and looked up at him.

"Happy Birthday my King."

Before he could reply, Jesse's cock disappeared into her mouth. On the first stroke she got about half of it into her mouth. As she withdrew her tongue swirled around the head and flicked over the opening. The spellbound boy swore like a gangster.

"Fuck, oh Fuck Les, that's so..."

His hips were thrusting but Leslie's mouth reacting to her thrusts. She continued to tease the tip, riding Jesse's thrusts, not allowing any more of his cock into her mouth. Jess had enough of the teasing. He gently took her head and thrust slowly. With a spark of confidence, he pushed further and further. Jess pushed until he felt her throat relax and let his eager cock in.

After a few moments of exquisite agony, with his new friend turned crush on her knees in front of him while the river ran down below and the water from a warm shower washed over their young bodies, Jess pulled her up and held Leslie close while he kissed her.

"You belong to me my girl; this is the best birthday present ever."

"I love you Jess."

They finished their shower and headed into the tree house to open a bottle of wine and relax. As they both knew this was going to be a special weekend, they each only had a sparking can of soda.

Jess remembered how he was nervous the day he approached his Dad about the old tree house, surprisingly they chatted about banalities for a bit. He told Jess about the quirks of the place. Like any old house, there were things you needed to look out for, if a breaker blew, how to insulate the walls. Once Jess had received his instructions, he asked him if the river was safe.

"No, down the road there is a nice little swimming hole. The water from the river forms a pool. You can still swim in the current, but it isn't as dangerous as here, and it's deeper."

Jess thanked him and he was on his way.

Jess planned the dinner for their stay, that evening they barbecued a couple of small burgers; made a beautiful salad, with potato chips and two slices of a cake Mrs. Aarons bought for her son.

The two kids ate out on the deck, right next to the river. It was the most special moment Jess would savor in his life.

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Although they didn't identify as a couple, they tried to raise their relationship out of the criticism of their peers. Every time Jess would try to out beat Leslie, every time she bested him, it was done with the utmost caring and respect. They both did their best to have a playful sort of power exchange while maintaining the love and the adoration for each other. Jesse's private sense of domination wasn't the result of needing to own her or have her submit, rather they treated it as a devoted passionate need for her. As a result, their play did not seem as odd as others, but it worked for them.

It was a balance that is sometimes difficult to maintain. Both had come through a rough semester with some social concerns and had one opportunity to play privately. Since that time, Jesse's Dom side had given way to something else. He'd become docile with his perceived fragility of his Leslie. The docility had manifested in a fear that he'd hurt her. Jess started to become afraid to dominate her. They had some sweet make out sessions, and it was wonderful, but the aftercare that most young couples craved hadn't been there.

After school and privately they discussed it, and she assured Jess of his idiocy over his perceived fragility of her. They were better on this little secret adventure and they were going to enjoy it.

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"Leslie."

"Yeah, Jess?"

"Come here Les. I need you."

It was after dinner and the kids had just finished a bottle of Leslie's favorite tea and some delicious lemon bars Mrs. Burke made on their deck. Leslie was sitting beside Jess. She came and knelt in front of him. Jess took out a small pencil case wrapped in blue paper from his right pocket, revealing a stainless steel necklace with their initials L+J in rhinestones and slipped it around her neck.

"You like it, my Queen?"

"I do Jess! I love you." Leslie wrapped her arms around Jess tightly marveling at the gift briefly in amazement.

"Let's go inside."

With that she got up and started to walk in front of the Birthday Boy. Jess walked up to her, pulled her arms forward, grabbing her wrists with one of his hands. With the other, he wrapped an arm around her and pushed/walked her into the tree house. He whispered into her ear:

"I love you. You're my beautiful Queen. I want you."

Leslie whimpered out of mixed nervousness and arousal, a soft moan escaped her shiny pink lips.

Jess reached into the bag and pulled out a short piece of rope. His beautiful Leslie dressed in a simple white blouse and blue skirt gasped when he pulled her arms around the post. She faced him and her arms were raised up into the air before they fell around Jesse's neck.

Now that she was aroused, Jess could take his time preparing for the rest of the evening. He took out their safety shears, a few more sections of rope, his sister Joyce's purple mini (bullet) vibrator, a plastic red dildo, a few impact toys and Joyce's Lovelife Wanderlust magic wand which he borrowed. All the while Jess was talking to her, soothing her, ensuring that she stayed in her current head space.

"Leslie, I haven't tried our shears in a while. They gotta be tested."

With that he clipped the thickest piece of rope he'd kept for the purpose.

"I don't know, I think maybe they need a more exciting test."

Jess stood and got close to his Leslie. Ecstatic hands rubbed over her bottom. Her blue eyes were lidded as her mind began to leave the myriad of thoughts, and focus on the here and now.

Jess brought the shears up to her top and started to cut it away, he thought she was going to protest, but she remained quiet, her eyes and body telling him this was really a fun thing.

Next went her skirt. The shears left it in tatters.

There she stood, in a pair of panties. Her beautiful growing breasts heaved with her breathing.

Jess kissed her. The kiss said, "I love you and I'll never leave you." His hands ran over her quivering body. The boy knelt at her feet and tied a rope spreader bar to keep her legs separated.

Jess stepped back to admire his beautiful brave girlfriend.

Her wrists were bound to the center support of their sacred sanctum castle tree house; her legs held open by a rope spreader bar; her clothes lay tattered at her feet. She was naked and glistening with perspiration. Her breasts, heaved, her perfect pink nipples where puckered from the excitement. They both needed and wanted this.

From their collection of implements, Jess grabbed the mini bullet vibrator. He used it at the back of her head where her skull met her neck. She moaned and leaned back into her boyfriend. When Jess trailed across her body and used them on her nipples she jumped. From her nipples the path led once again around to her back where the boy pushed it hard into the spot at the top of her butt. With this last spot her hips began to thrust. As Jess trailed the vibrator down her legs to the back of her knees, he saw moisture soaking through her panties.

Throughout all of this, Jess continued to speak to Leslie; a mantra:

"You belong to me, you're my queen, my girl, my hero."

Jess trailed the vibrator up Leslie's inner thighs. She bent at the waist to give me better access to her vagina.

Kneeling behind her, Jess took the vibrator and pressed it into the wet spot of her panties. His beautiful girlfriend glowed with perspiration and desire. The sounds that escaped her were a cross between a whimper and a flirtatious growl.

Jess turned off the vibrator.

Leslie surprisingly swore.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"It's OK Les. It's only for a minute."

Jess ran his right hand over her backside and delivered a small tap. The Birthday Boy's reward was a moan and hips that moved far longer than the single swat spanking called for. He tapped her again, harder. This time the onslaught brought out a whimper and a wiggle. Jess alternated tapping and rubbing her bottom for a few minutes, until her backside reddened.

Jess took the shears and cut away her panties. He saw the inner lips of her vagina poking out. They were swollen with a heated desire.

The young artist checked in with Leslie.

Jess went to the table and got the dildo and the wand. He took up station behind Leslie again. This time he inserted the dildo and touched her clitoris with the wand. As Jess turned it on, the blonde girl jumped.

As Leslie approached her orgasms, there was always a point of calm before the release. She had reached this point now.

Jess turned off the vibrator and pulled out the dildo.

Again she swore.

"Fuck! Oh God Fuck! Fuck!"

As quickly as he could, Jess replaced the dildo with his 5" sheathed cock and began to slide in and out of Leslie as gently as he could.

She continued to swear, but it turned from frustration to pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck!... oh God! Fuck! Jess don't stop. Fuck Oh..."

In three minutes she came. She clamped down, and Jess felt her vagina spasm around his cock. Jess slowed his thrusting down so she could enjoy the spasms.

After her orgasm Leslie's knees were weak. Jess untied her and supported her over to the waterbed. The brunette boy laid her there and put on some soothing music. This had been what they needed. Jess wrapped her in a blue blanket and headed off to where they kept their snacks. He came back quickly with a chocolate bar and some more of Leslie's favorite tea. The full-filled boy laid beside her and held her close.

"I love you Leslie Burke. You belong to me. You're my everything."

Jess coaxed a little of the chocolate and tea into her. She snuggled in. Soon in the afterglow of her orgasm, she fell asleep.

She woke up 10 minutes later with her head on Jesse's lap. He fed her a little more of the chocolate and tea.

"Hello sleepy head."

"Wow! You're amazing."

"I know. I love you Leslie."

"Jess, I..."

His girlfriend was nearly overcome with tears. Jess held her tightly. Aftercare: it was the time when both outcasts felt the closest.

They both lingered on the waterbed for a few more minutes. Both wanting to fall asleep together almost immediately.

Jess woke up at 3:30 with a need to pee, he sat up and gazed at Leslie. He was always amazed at how his girlfriend's body reacted. The 18-year-old got up and headed for the ladder, then Jess remembered and saw the wooden pole with the hole in the floor.

He learned something. If you're going to slide down a pole, you should be wearing PJ's. His skin testament to that, caught all the way down the pole. It wasn't a fun memory.

When he climbed back up to bed, Jess noticed Leslie's bottom was out from under the covers. She was sleeping on her stomach, with a pillow under her hips. Smirking, the passionate boy simply couldn't resist. Jess climbed into bed and positioned himself behind her.

Jess started rubbing his condom covered cock against the opening of her vagina. Leslie moaned and pushed back. Soon he was inside her thrusting. She was pushing back against Jess. Barely awake she made love to him in this dreamlike state.

As Jess came he whispered:

"Leslie, You belong to me."

She answered:

"Take me Jess, I'm yours."

Jess Aarons came deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her, and they fell asleep again.

They woke up at 4:10 PM refreshed yet eager to get back home to avoid suspicion. A great day it had been for them, especially Jess. They gathered some picnic supplies and head up to the river Jess Dad had mentioned to him. As they didn't see another soul, they decided to go skinny dipping, as they both loved to be naked in the water.

That night they made quiet love. This love making was in the afterglow of this afternoon's intense coming-of-age session. There was no foreplay or ropes, only words of devotion and caring. It resulted in orgasms that were almost simultaneous as much as they were set in both of their hearts.