The Valentine Special
By
Edward Hyde


“So, Daddy?” twelve year old Sarah bounced onto her father, Ed’s lap, acting as she often did like a much younger child, knowing that cuteness was her best was of getting what she wanted from her beloved Daddy. Of course she knew there were other things her friends did to get their way with their daddies and she loved doing those things to and with him too of course but she enjoyed them too much to think of using them for manipulation, not to mention the fear that her Daddy might refuse if he thought she was approaching him with ulterior motives! “Did you ask them? Will they do it?”

“Yes!” Ed chuckled, putting his arms around her. “They said although they don’t put boy-meat on their menu they’re happy to cook them for private parties like ours. Apparently they often do brothers and sisters together, or sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Sarah insisted, noticing the twinkle in her Daddy’s eye and punching him lightly on the shoulder. “We’re just friends!”

“Okay poppet,” he cave her denim-clad rump a playful pat. “Whatever you say! Better go give him a call and let him know the good news.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” Sarah gave him a big, noisy kiss on the lips. “You’re the best!” Then she hopped down off his lap and scampered off up to her room where she hoped her phone would have charged enough by now to call her best friend Oliver and tell him that he could join her on the menu at Sidney’s on Monday night if he still wanted to, which she was sure he would!

It had been Sarah’s idea for her Daddy to book a private dining room at their local Sidney’s restaurant for Valentines’ Day – she wanted to be his extra-special Valentine meal. When she had told Oliver about it, he had got jealous. At first she thought he was upset because she was going away, or maybe because he wouldn’t get to eat her himself, but it was not that. He had explained, a little tearfully, that he had always wished he could cook but, although it was legal now, eating boys was still pretty uncommon.

That evening she had asked her Daddy if he would be up for having a boy on the menu too and for Oliver’s parents and little sister to join the party. He had said that it was fine with him and he was also happy to cover all the expenses but only if Oliver’s parents agreed. She had messaged and told him right away and the excited boy had run to ask his Mum and Dad. They had agreed and he was immediately back on the phone to Sarah. When she told her Daddy, he said he would have to call Sidney’s to see if they were willing to cook a boy as they were famously a girl-meat restaurant and he had never seen a boy served there. He had promised to make a call to find out and that was what he has just done when she pounced on his lap.

She knew Oliver would be incredibly happy and indeed she was not disappointed by his response.

“You shriek like a girl!” she told him with a giggle when she dared to move the phone back to her ear.

“Well let’s hope I taste as good as one!” He grinned audibly down the phone. “What do I need to do before Monday?”

“I’ll get my Daddy to email the forms over.” she told him. “And I’ll send you a link to this great website with tips for meat-girls! I guess they’ll apply to boys too?”

“I guess so!” Oliver chuckled. “Anyway, see you at school tomorrow?”

“Of course!” she assured him. “See you then, fellow meat...person!”

Monday could not come soon enough for either of the pre-teens, especially since both families decided to pull them out of school on Friday and go on little weekend breaks to spend some last quality time with them and make sure they were nice and relaxed for cooking. Of course it was lovely for Sarah to spend a whole weekend, just her and her Daddy in a cabin in the woods, making love over and over and enjoying the natural surroundings together but she still missed her special friend and was excited to see him.

At his daughter’s insistence, Ed had agreed to deliver them both to Sidney’s together for their inspection and prep then meet his other guests, her grandparents, his sister and her daughter Louise who was ten years old and looking forward to being Christmas dinner, as well as Oliver’s parents, sister and grandparents, later to take the kitchen tour with their main course before it was time for them to cook. It was funny, Sarah realised, but she and Oliver had never got around to discussing how he was going to be cooked. She had her heart set on the spit and had made her Daddy promise that he would order her that way but what about her friend? Could boys go on spits? She was sure they could but would that be what he wanted?

She ran to his front door to collect him while her Daddy waited patiently in the car. She was not so patient, however, waiting while his friend received hugs and kisses of farewell from everyone in his house, although she understood when he explained he’d asked to have the “big goodbye” there so as not to make a scene in the Sidney’s kitchen. He was likely to be the only boy there and therefore attract quite a lot of attention and didn’t really want to spend the last half hour or so of his life being teased by the many meat-girls who would likely be around. Soon the pair were in the back of the car chatting and giggling as if they were on their way to the cinema or to go bowling rather than to be cooked and eaten.

The preteens were in the same class at school, although Oliver was a couple of months older than Sarah. Tall for his age and quite handsome, with a mop of curly black hair, Oliver was never the less quite quiet and not sporty like the other boys. Sarah, who was also on the tall side for a girl but a fair bit shorter than her friend, had been slightly chubby as a younger girl but, now that puberty had just begun to hit, was developing very nicely, her hips were wide and her bottom round and firm and her budding chest pushed teasingly against the fabric of her t-shirt. Her pretty face with her twinkling, green eyes was framed by long, wavy, golden hair. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, Ed had to admit they were a very attractive pair and would make a spectacular dinner! He was sad to be losing his daughter, of course, but he knew how badly she wanted to cook for him and every time he got to see her naked, which was rather frequently, he found himself picturing her delicious young body roasted golden brown and imagining how exquisite her meat would taste.

Although the restaurant was open when they arrived, it was far too early for most people to be out for dinner, especially on a special occasion like Valentine’s Day, so there was plenty of room in the car park and Ed was able to park pretty close to the door. Sarah was out of the car before he’d even got the handbrake on, dragging Oliver by the hand. Amused, Ed took a moment to gather the papers – both those for Sarah and those that Oliver’s parents had provided and sent with him, before following the children inside.

Inside the entrance lobby, he found them waiting with at least a semblance of patience, behind a woman who seemed to be checking in a rather surly-looking but pretty red-head of around thirteen or fourteen, dressed in shorts and a crop-top. The girl was given a bag to put her clothes in, and a kiss on the cheek from her mum that she looked like she’d rather not have had, and sent through to the changing room to undress. The woman who had been with her concluded her business with the girl behind the desk, put the last couple of signatures on the required paperwork and made a payment with her card then left, promising to be back in a few hours for her meal. The lady behind the counter looked up and smiled, inviting the next party to come forward.

“Sarah Hyde and Oliver Preston!” Sarah announced proudly. “We’re booked in for processing. We’re being served at a private dinner tonight!”

“Ah yes, here you are!” the lady smiled, pulling up the reservation on her computer. “I’ve got you booked in for assessment and preparation now, then a private dining room booked for your party at six, is that right?”

“Yes!” Sarah confirmed excitedly and Ed, standing behind her, nodded. “Can I whisper something to you?” the sweet young blonde asked conspiratorially.

“Of course!” chuckled the woman, standing up and leaning over the desk. Sarah shot a warning look at her Daddy, telling him not to listen in, then, holding her hand up theatrically as she had seen people do on television, she whispered her request to the receptionist. “I’m sure that can be arranged!” she chuckled, sitting back down. In fact our new equipment makes that easier than ever!” She tapped a few more instructions on her keyboard and Ed felt puzzled but knew there was no point asking what that had all been about – he was sure he would find out in due course!”

A small printer on the desk buzzed as it spat out two labels with the children’s names and dates of birth on along with a long reference number and a bar-code. The receptionist took two large, clear, zip-lock bags from her desk drawer and stuck the labels on.

“Here you go!” She handed them to the excited friends. “Out your things in here and they will be returned to your families later. The changing room is through those doors there, just get undressed and someone will be through to collect you in a few minutes.

“Thank you!” Sarah grinned, grabbing Oliver’s hand once more and dragging him towards the changing room, pausing only to blow a kiss and wave cheerfully at Ed. “See you later, Daddy! Love you!” she called out to him before pushing open the doors and going inside.

The room beyond the doors was a cross between a changing room at the swimming pool or gym and a doctor’s waiting room. It had the benches, hooks and tiled floor of a typical changing room but also tables of comics and magazines and televisions in two of the corners – one showing a music channel and the other showing promotional videos for Sidney’s itself interspersed with short information films for girls waiting to be processed about what to expect. Sarah had watched all of these online of course, many of them several times over. There was nobody else in the room as they arrived and they supposed the teen must have already been called through.

Quite used to going naked at home, Sarah thought nothing of stripping off and was down to her underwear before she noticed that Oliver seemed more hesitant. It was only then that it occurred to her that they had not actually seen each other naked before and she wondered if her friend was embarrassed.

“What’s the matter?” she asked sweetly, facing him dressed in nothing but her cute unicorn panties and a smile.

“I’ve not actually been naked in front of anyone before.” he admitted, blushing and trying not to look at her budding chest but unable to keep his eyes off it. Sarah noticed this and giggled, flicking her hair back and pushing her chest forward for him to get a good look if he wanted to. “Not since I was little anyway. My family don’t tend to wander around in the nude like that.”

“Well no point being shy now!” Sarah giggled. “Pretty sure they’re not gonna cook you in your underpants! Here,” she grinned, wriggling out of her own undies, “does this help?” She twirled them around her finger playfully, allowing her friend to get a good look at her entirely naked body. “Come on!” she urged again. “Let’s see the rest of the menu!”

Blushing very deeply indeed now, Oliver sat down and took his shoes and socks off, Sarah standing watching him with her arms folded like a strict teacher, then he stood up again and pulled his shirt over his head then dropped his jeans, hesitating for a moment before removing his under-pants, quickly covering himself with his hands.

“Oh come on!” giggled Sarah, “It’s all going to be on display soon and the people in the kitchen will get cross with you if you keep trying to cover yourself! Hands by your sides, mister!” Oliver gave a little sigh but then let his hands hang by his side, blushing and giving his friend an apologetic smile. Sarah had to put her hand to her mouth to hide her giggle for a moment.

Not only was her friend rock hard, significantly smaller than an adult man, of course, but a quite respectable size for his age, but his balls, pulled tight by his erection, were covered in wispy brown hair and above was a fairly thick dark bush with a pail line of hair up to his belly-button. He also, she noticed, had a little hair under his arms.

“Sorry!” she looked at him sympathetically. “I’m not laughing at your willy, I promise! But why didn’t you shave before you came?”

“Oh!” Oliver looked surprised and a little ashamed. “I thought they did that here?”

“Well I guess they can,” Sarah frowned a little, “I know they do something to get all the body-hair you might not think about off but they do kinda expect that you’ll have taken care of most of it yourself! Most girls show up oven-ready!” She rather pointedly tapped her own smooth, plump vulva. “Seriously!” she giggled, reaching out and pushing the tip of his erection down, watching it bounce back up and jiggle until it settled, standing proud as ever, “You’re gonna have someone’s eye out with this thing! Didn’t your mum or sister help you out before we picked you up?”

“Help me out?” Oliver was confused.

“You know!” Sarah smiled. “Suck you or use their hand to calm you down a bit?”

“Oh!” Oliver’s blush grew even deeper – something neither of them had imagined possible. “No, we don’t do that in my family.”

“Bunch of weirdos!” giggled his friend. “I love helping my Daddy out! Especially when he’s stressed or tired. And he’s so good at licking me!”

“Do you think I should… you know?” Oliver asked, making a loose fist and shaking it up and down at the wrist. “Can you turn your back, please?”

“Oh now where’s the fun in that?” Sarah giggled. “Has nobody ever sucked you before?”

“Never.” Oliver admitted sheepishly.

“Well I’m not supposed to eat this close to being cooked,” Sarah giggled while getting down on her knees, “but I’m sure they’ll let me off! I just hope we have enough time!” Oliver was about to ask what she was doing and tell her she didn’t need to but before he could speak, Sarah’s warm lips were around his throbbing four-inch erection and he quite forget how to form words! He breathed heavily, steadying himself against the wall as his friend bobbed back and forward, her quite expert tongue working its magic and it was less than a minute before he exploded in her mouth, shooting his hot cream down the back of her throat. Looking up and him and grinning, Sarah swallowed proudly then sucked him clean, already feeling him beginning to wilt in her mouth.

“There!” She stood up and smiled, wiping her lips. “Feel better?”

“Uh-huh!” Oliver nodded, his knees quite weak and his heart beating incredibly fast. Now that it was relaxed, Sarah noticed his willy really was quite a bit smaller, although still certainly nothing to be embarrassed about, but she was pretty sure that it would swell again before he cooked. She was glad nothing like that really happened to girls. Sure, her nipples got hard and pointy when she was excited or cold but they didn’t change all that much! She smirked to herself, imagining how it might be if women only had boobs when they were aroused and were flat-chested the rest of the time!

The friends sat on the benches, waiting quite quietly but holding hands while they waited. Despite what had just happened between them, it was a friendly, supportive gesture rather than romantic. They were best friends and neither was unhappy to see the other naked but they really did not have those kinds of feelings for each other. Soon enough, a young woman in a black polo-shirt, the Sidney’s logo on the breast, came through to fetch them.

“Sarah and Oliver?” she asked in a friendly tone. The friends stood up and smiled. “Great! I’m Chloe. Follow me, please!” She held the door through to the corridor open for them. “Don’t get many boys through here!” she grinned. “Hope you enjoy all the naked girls you’re gonna see in the kitchen!” she chuckled, making Oliver blush a little more. “Okay, let’s have you in here.” She opened a door marked “Examination Room 3” and ushered them inside, following her in and closing the door behind her.

“No, sorry to bring this up,” Chloe smiled apologetically at Oliver, “but you’re going to need shaving.” He looked embarrassed but managed to smile.

“Yeah, Sarah told me!” he admitted. “I didn’t realise before.”

“I thought you might have got the hint from the links I sent you?” his friend teased.

“Not to worry!” Chloe smiled quickly. “You’re not the first one who has forgotten to prepare. We have our ways!” she grinned then opened the draw of the computer desk in the room, taking out a small, battery-powered razor. “It’s meant for women,” she explained, holding it up and switching it on so it buzzed, “and I wouldn’t try to shave a man’s beard with it but I think it should be fine for you. Let’s start with under your arms, shall we?”

Sarah watched, giggling, as Oliver put his hands on his head and stood obediently while Chloe shaved his arm-pits. She then lifted his willy with one finger to shave his balls but quickly found that it was standing up on its own. Being very professional about it, she made no comment. Clearly, despite having been sucked off by a cute twelve-year-old only a few minutes earlier, he was finding having his private parts handled by this attractive and rather busty young brunette quite exciting to him and Sarah really could not blame him. Still with no comment, she pushed his erection down a little to shave the hair above then finished with the light strip on his lower belly.

“There we go!” she smiled. “All done! Okay,” she turned to her computer. “Can we have you up on the couch, please? Sarah first.” The happy young meat-girl bounced over to the plastic couch, the kind you would find in a doctor’s surgery, and laid down. She had read enough articles and stories about the meat-girl experience to know what to expect so she relaxed with her arms by her sides, her knees slightly bent and legs parted. “Great!” Chloe grinned. “You certainly know what you’re doing! Have you been cooked before?” Sarah giggled and shook her head. “Okay let’s do the nasty bit first.”

Chloe took a syringe and held out Sarah’s arm then pressed the needle into the crook of her elbow and drew out a little blood.

“Great!” she smiled, dropping the sample into the device on the desk next to the computer. “Now open your mouth wide for me!” Sarah did as she was asked and the young worker took a swab from the inside of her cheek. “Last one!” she smiled as she reached for a third swap and pushed it just inside Sarah’s sweet, hairless pussy, taking a small sample of the mucus. With all three samples collected, she set the machine running. “That will take a couple of minutes,” she explained, “but let’s get Oliver’s samples while we wait.” Sarah hopped down and high-fived her friend as if they were a wrestling tag-team before he climbed up onto the couch and tried to relax.

His blood was taken without incident, as was the sample from inside his mouth. When it came to the third sample, Chloe had to pause and check her computer for the correct protocol.

“Ah-ha! That makes sense!” she smiled then turned back to the boy, stroking his erection with the tips of her fingers until some clear pre-cum oozed from the tip. It was this that she collected on the end of her swap and set it with the others.

“Your lucky day today, huh?” Sarah teased her friend with a playful giggle. Just then, the machine pinged and a green light came on.

“Good news, Sarah!” Chloe grinned. “You’re fit for human consumption!”

“Well that’s reassuring!” laughed Sarah. “Let’s hope we both are!” The second set of samples were put in and the machine set running again.