Chapter 1869
Audrey still didn't respond, making Richard feel even worse. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed, grabbing Audrey's hand and tucking it inside his shirt to warm it against his stomach, just like he used to do when they were kids.
After a while, Audrey sighed, turned to Richard, and said softly, "Thanks, Richard. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I'd do. I'm too scared to close my eyes."
"Don't be afraid, Audrey. I'll protect you," Richard said, feeling deeply saddened by seeing Audrey like this. He hesitated to put his arm around her shoulder but didn't dare to. Soon enough, Audrey leaned into him on her own, resting her head on his young shoulder. "Richard, can you stay with me these next few days? I'm scared to be alone."
"Of course, Audrey. As long as you need me, I'll stay," Richard said, his voice trembling as he held Audrey's warm, full body close. His heart pounded; this was the first time he had held Audrey like this. Though he hated Yale intensely, he realized that if it weren't for Yale, he wouldn't have this chance to be so close to Audrey.
"Richard, talk to me. I want to hear your voice," Audrey suddenly said.
Richard didn't know what to say for a moment, then had an idea. "Audrey, how about I sing for you? I'm a pretty decent singer."
"Okay, sing for me," Audrey said, still nestled in Richard's embrace. Although Richard's arms weren't as strong and secure as her husband Jason's, Jason was far away in the Imperial City, and Richard was the only one she could rely on now.
Clearing his throat, Richard began to sing softly. His youthful but clear voice filled the dark bedroom, like a warm current slowly soothing Audrey's frozen heart. Her previously blank eyes gradually softened, filled with a bittersweet warmth. Despite the calamity she had faced, she was grateful to have Richard by her side; otherwise, this night would have been unbearable.
Richard kept singing song after song, not daring to stop. Eventually, his voice became hoarse, but he noticed that Audrey had fallen asleep at some point. He didn't dare move, afraid of waking her, and so he stayed half-leaning against the headboard, feeling the warmth of Audrey's body. Filled with happiness and contentment, he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, Audrey woke up to find her head resting on Richard's chest. Remembering the events of the previous night, she felt a warm sensation in her heart. This silly Richard had sung until she fell asleep. He might have sung all night. Suddenly, she felt something hard against her lower abdomen. Instinctively, she reached down and touched it, realizing it was Richard's morning erection.
Boys often have morning erections, and Richard, now twelve, was growing up. Being so close to her, it was natural for him to have a physiological reaction. She quickly let go, her face flushing. Thankfully, Richard was still asleep. Otherwise, what would it mean for her to touch his erection? She suddenly remembered what Yale had said yesterday. Boys at this age knew a lot. She worried that seeing Yale and her in such a situation might have left a psychological shadow on Richard.
Audrey sat up, seeing Richard half-leaning against the headboard. Thinking of how he had held her all night, she felt a mix of emotions. The Richard who used to cry easily had grown up and could now take care of her. She gently laid Richard flat on the bed, placing a pillow under his head, and carefully observed his face. Richard had delicate features, unlike Peter's roughness. His skin was nice, and there was a faint fuzz on his upper lip. His Adam's apple was also noticeable, though his height was a bit of a disappointment.
Her gaze soon fell below Richard's abdomen, where a small tent was still slightly raised. Remembering the feel of Richard's erection earlier, she wondered if his development was normal. She recalled bathing him as a child and noticing his penis was smaller than other boys his age. Now, she wondered if his development was still slow.
Seeing Richard in a deep sleep, Audrey decided to check. If Richard's penis was indeed underdeveloped, a visit to the doctor might be necessary to check for hormonal or nutritional deficiencies and address them promptly.
She carefully pulled down Richard's pants, revealing his underwear. His erection was subsiding without her touch. Biting her lip and blushing, she slowly removed his underwear, exposing a small, soft penis. It was indeed not large, about the size of her thumb, less than two inches. Though short, it wasn't abnormal for a twelve-year-old just entering puberty. She would have to keep monitoring his development.
Seeing Richard's soft, pale penis, so different from Yale's dark, rough one, Audrey couldn't help but find it amusing. She gently touched the glans, and to her surprise, Richard's penis quickly filled with blood and erected, twitching a few times before ejaculating a small amount of white fluid.
"Ah!" Audrey gasped, not expecting to make Richard ejaculate. She quickly grabbed tissues to clean him up and redressed him, her face burning with embarrassment. Thankfully, Richard remained asleep. Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to explain. This test showed that Richard's genitals could function normally. She would ask Stella to ensure he got proper nutrition.
In the following days, Richard slept with Audrey every night. Audrey grew accustomed to having Richard sing her to sleep and, in the mornings, couldn't resist playing with his penis, often making him ejaculate before cleaning him up. She didn't know why she did it, perhaps as a subconscious reaction to the trauma Yale had caused with his roughness. Richard's softness seemed a way to reclaim control. She was always careful not to wake him.
One morning, Richard, half-asleep, felt something unusual down there, as if something was touching him. He thought he was dreaming, but the sensation grew stronger. Opening his eyes, he saw Audrey playing with his penis. "Audrey, what are you doing?" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Ah!" Audrey blushed, letting go. "Richard, don't misunderstand. I was just checking your health."
Richard, looking at Audrey's ample breasts under her nightgown, remembered seeing her with Yale. His penis hardened further. "Audrey, that felt really good. Can you do it again?"
Audrey instinctively wanted to refuse, but saw Richard's pleading eyes and thought of how he sang her to sleep every night. She softened, thinking it was better than secretly doing it. Blushing, she took hold of Richard's penis again and began stroking it.
"Ah, Audrey, that feels so good," Richard sighed, feeling immense pleasure. Her soft hands were much better than his own. Soon, he couldn't hold back, his body heating up, and he ejaculated.
Audrey cleaned him up, feeling both ashamed and awkward. After a while, she said, "Richard, do you do this often?"
"Yes," Richard admitted, embarrassed.
"You shouldn't do it too much at your age," Audrey scolded, but seeing his dejected look, she sighed. "Fine, if you really can't hold back, tell me. I'll help you, but no more than twice a week."
"Thank you, Audrey," Richard said, excited. He rushed to the bathroom, thinking about what had just happened, feeling like it was a dream.
That night, back in the bedroom, Richard approached Audrey, embarrassed. "Audrey, I can't hold back. Can you help me?"
Audrey, amused, said, "Alright, lie down."
Richard quickly lay down, removing his pants and underwear. Audrey, blushing, took hold of his penis and began stroking it again. "You, today I'll help you, but no more tomorrow. And if you don't do well in your exams, I won't help you either."
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