Sandy had always been a rather large girl. By large in mean her bust was bigger than most girls her age. She had begun to develop very early in life until now, at age twenty-three, her bust turned the heads of any sane man around. This is not to say the rest of her body wasn't something to cause additional excitement with her slender waist and very womanly flared hips. Her face was absolutely gorgeous with full sensual lips. Golden hair cascaded down her back setting off the sparkle of her green eyes. Dainty feet attached to slim ankles propelled her body upwards until she reached the height of slightly more than half way between five feet and six.
I had watched her grow from a small little girl playing in her backyard into a young adolescent young lady then to become a very mature woman. Always polite and respectful of her elders almost to the point of fault we had become very close friends. There seemed nothing she couldn't come to me and discuss be it school, boys and life in general. As she matured I must confess I began to see her not as the child I once knew, rather a vibrant and extremely sexy woman.
In spite of all the talks we'd had through her growing years Sandy finally came to me in tears. She was, to be blunt, pregnant and the young man had disappeared upon hearing the news. I wasn't surprised having known him and his family. Still I couldn't turn my back on her. By now her own family had disowned her and I let her stay in the vacant spare bedroom. How could I do less for a young woman I'd always considered to be the daughter I'd never have?
For the next nine months, actually closer to eight, I looked and watched over her. When the time came it was me taking her to the hospital only to be left pacing around the waiting room. At thirty I was very much the oldest male as the two other expectant fathers, both about twenty, watched with curiosity. One finally worked up the courage and asked only to be told I was a very close friend. It must have been my look that caused him to shrink back into this seat. Finally four hours later a nurse still wearing her scrubs entered the room.
"Mr. Smith?" she asked. Yeah, I know, but it really is my name, Frank Smith. I jumped up and saw her beaming smile. "Well, I know you aren't the father, but you are the proud segregate father of a very healthy boy and yes mother is doing just fine. You can see them in about half and hour, so just relax."
Now a days babies are born in the same room the mother stays in and, true to her word, half and hour later I was at Sandy's side. She understood my not wanting to be in the room when the baby was born and smiled tiredly as I held her hand.
"Well, Mommy, you have a fine son to raise. I know you're tired and quite frankly me, too. I'm going home and get some sleep and clean up a little around the house. Give me four or five hours and I'll be back."
"Frank, you don't know just how much it means to me that you've done so much. I don't know when or how, but I will repay all your kindness," Sandy quietly said a tear slipping from her eye.
"Hush now, my sweet," I said kissing away the errant drop from her cheek. "You just rest and I'll be back later. Don't say anymore about pay-backs. How could I have done less for my best girl." If only she had known how long I'd held my desires for her, my lust kept in check all these years and I wasn't about to say anything now.
Later that afternoon I was back in her hospital room. Sandy looked so much better having slept. Her face once again took on the normal cheery look as her smile brightened the room. As I came in a nurse was in the process of removing some kind of contraption from Sandy's left breast. The container below the bulbous looking cup was filled with what reminded me of skim milk, thin and almost watery. In all the years I had watched Sandy grow up this was the first time I'd seen so much of her breast. While the bathing suits she had worn exposed nearly as much as they covered they didn't prepare me for this sight. A small clear drop of liquid still oozed from her very extended nipple, obviously the last of her mothers milk. The nurse explained it was a breast pump she was holding and it was to assist Sandy's nature flow for the baby.
"Frank," Sandy called out happily as she quickly covered herself. I detected a slight blushing of her cheeks knowing I had seen her naked breast. "Little Frank is resting quietly and he's every bit as handsome as you."
"Little Frank?" I couldn't keep the surprised sound from my voice.
"I hope you don't mind, but what with all you've done for us I couldn't help myself. I gave him your first name to honor you." Sandy's voice shook slightly fearing I might be offended.
"Well, little lady," I said giving her my best John Wayne imitation, "you've just about given me the highest honor could be bestowed. Think I might just be a calling him Jr., that is if you don't mind."
"How could I mind," she blushed. "It's almost as if he were yours, ours."
The next day I took Sandy and little Frank home. It was an uneventful ride yet I was still filled with pride. I knew then I would be helping her raise little Frank as if he were my own son and had already started making plans for him. School, sports, college, you know what most any real father would think about. Sandy's room in my house was quite large and easily held the crib and other things she needed for the baby. I carefully carried what was to become officially my Godson inside and lay him in his crib. Sandy brought in her small overnight bag and started unpacking. I couldn't help but notice the breast pump the hospital had provided. She blushed when she saw me looking at it.
"They said I would have to use this for a couple more days until my milk really comes in by itself. Until then it's a bottle for Frankie," as we had come to call him.
"OK," I shrugged my shoulders. "Just keep in mind if you need or want anything………." I didn't need to finish as she nodded her head with gratitude.
