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Youth House
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Youth House
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That night was her menstrual feast, but people paid more attention to Father and Mother. That was all right; what she really had been looking forward to was entry into the youth house. She walked in the next morning and looked around. Except for being built on the ground with a fire pit actually inside, it wasn't all that special in daylight. It wasn't all that special that evening, either. The moon was bright; the men and boys were going sea fishing, and the few people in the youth house were all young men gathering their spears. The next night was another feast. She usually looked forward to those, but she'd still not seen a party in the youth house. The next night there was one. The fire pit was piled with driftwood, the young single people gathered in the house after dinner, and the dance began. The dances were all ones she knew, and nobody commented when she joined the girls' line. Aside from the smoke, the first hour of dancing passed like a dance on the beach, the girls in a line with their backs to the fire, and the boys in another line facing them. Occasionally, one or another would step forward and try to perform a fancier step. As time went on, however, there were more solo dancers; they seemed to pair up, and Kawa was not impressed with their steps. When the beat changed into a simpler one, an older girl took Kawa's hand and led her out of the line. It was Itong, a cousin on her mother's side. Selan left the boys' line at the same time, and Itong delivered Kawa into his hands. "Was I that bad a dancer?" Kawa asked with a blush. "Not at all. Sit here and watch." The lines were almost breaking up, although the clapping went on as always. Some came out to sit on the floor as she had; a few more advanced into soloist positions. The dance was even simpler; she could certainly have alternated feet and shaken her hips in time to that beat. Then one girl removed her skirt; the boy in front of her removed his loin cloth. Kawa had seen naked men often enough; nobody wore clothes into the sea. And she'd giggled at boys whose boy-sticks had made their loincloths stick out. But she had only guessed what that erection looked like. Now she saw one bobbing up and down and shaking from side to side. And the naked girl in front of him was rolling her hips towards him and back. She'd seen many flirtatious dances, but nothing like this was done in front of everybody on the beach. When she could pull her eyes away, she saw that other couples were dancing naked for each other. Finally, one of the girls led her partner out of the line. Others followed, and Kawa saw motions in the dimness. She didn't know where to hide her eyes. "Don't worry," Selan whispered. "You're one of us. You can't tell what you see, but you are allowed to see everything." He cupped her tiny breast with his hand, and watched over her shoulder. She couldn't quite see the faces of the nearest couple; they were directly between her and the firelight. The boy knelt down, his erection outlined as clearly as his profile. The girl squatted on his thighs and then lay back. Kawa suddenly recognized her as Molung, a girl from the other side of the village. The boy put one hand on her breast, somewhat like Selan had done to her--although Molung's breast was larger than the hand. His other hand was between her legs. Someone began clapping again, a slow and simple rhythm. Kawa joined in without taking her eyes off the couple. They stayed in that position for some minutes, and then--without either saying a word--the boy bent down over Molung. He raised her hips a little from his thighs and then straightened up. Molung's hands were between them, and Kawa had no doubt where the man-stick had gone. Her own place was itchy just from watching, and she couldn't guess what Molung was feeling in hers. As she watched from a few feet away, the boy moved back and forth, almost as he had done in the dance. Selan's man-stick was pressing against her, feeling much larger than the boy's looked. Kawa was afraid for a moment that he wanted to put it in her, but he just held her and watched with her. At first, she could see Molung's hair as darkness around which the firelight glinted off her skin. Gradually, though, she raised her legs and wrapped them around the boy. Not long after, Kawa heard both of them gasping in time with their motion. Similar sounds came from around her, accompanied by a few moans. Kawa had heard gasps in her own house often enough, but--even when she had peeked--all that she could see from Mother and Father were some vague motions in the darkness. Then the boy grunted and thrust harder. Molung kicked her feet in the air. Then the couple came to a rest in the same position in which they had started. She heard grunts and gasps from around the house, but they seemed fewer. "Thank you, Selan," Itong said from the darkness behind her. She blushed over what she had seen and what Itong knew she had seen. But that wasn't interesting Selan and Itong. He let go of Kawa and moved back as he sat up. Itong removed her skirt as he removed his loincloth. His man-stick, if not quite as large as it had seemed pressed against her, was larger than the boy's. The way he was sitting, Kawa could see it directly between his legs. "I'm always ready to please you," Selan said. Itong stood with her back towards Kawa and her legs on either side of his. These were not silhouetted against the fire. The light was on them, and someone threw another two pieces of driftwood on the fire. From her position, Kawa could see up between Itong's legs. Her lower lips were prominent and parted slightly. Selan must have had an even better view. He ran his hand up her thigh until he reached those lips. Kawa could see him fingering them, petting them, parting them. She could see them becoming shinier in the firelight, as if they were covered by sweat. Finally, Itong sat down in Selan's lap. She reached for his man-stick and guided it within the lips that Selan was still holding open. Kawa couldn't quite see the lips when the two lovers were joined, but she could still see the root of Selan's man-stick and the sack underneath. Every time that the couple rolled away from her, the man-stick came out part way, and she could see that it was shinier yet. People took up the clapping again, all around the room, a very simple slow beat. The couple seemed to move in time with that clapping. Selan fell back until he was lying down, and Itong moved up and down over him. She sat up very straight and shuddered as she lost the beat. A moment later, Selan bucked upward raising them both off the floor. He grunted, moved in that impossible position, and then collapsed. Itong fell on top of him, and Kawa could see his man-stick clearly in her place, and then see it come out. Some of the youths made their way home after the fire died down. Kawa wasn't going to be one of them; far too long had she looked forward to the right to stay in the youth house. Gradually she got used to that right. She'd drop in to see what was happening several times a day, or duck inside to escape the new duties flooding in on her. A few days after her first night in the house, she ducked inside to find a group of boys who had stolen some palm liquor; bad boys were always doing that. They offered her a cup, and she drank it. She started to feel strange and ducked out. Several girls had suggested that it was a bad idea to be the only girl with a group of boys. Once she arrived to find two young boys peeking in the door. Almost sure that they were too young to be allowed inside, she challenged them. "What do you know anyway?" one asked. "You're not any older than we are." But an older boy came along just then to twist two ears. The young ones scampered off. This became the subject of conversation that night. "Mutchin is way too young," one of the older girls said. "He's just his brother's shadow. But why not Popoli. The young girls were teasing him the other day about the bulge in his loincloth. It was a decent size, and he seems to be like that all the time now." "I think that Topal is older," another said. "He's certainly a bit taller. If we let a boy in, it should be Topal." Many chimed in about which was older, without any decision being reached. "We have other business first," one of the oldest boys finally contributed. Several of the older girls chimed in agreement. Everyone could speak; most did. But the older youths carried the day. And the oldest girls counted more heavily than the boys their own age, since the women as old as the oldest boys were married and out of the youth house. There were usually more boys than girls, because of this and because some girls were kept at home with duties or their blood. Boys drummed for the dances, boys dropped out of their line and clapped the beat, and there was always a boy to hold Kawa if she wanted that. Most of those had some sort of relationship with girls of Kawa's kindred. The night after the discussion, Kawa stayed in the line until she was exhausted. Those who planned to be dancing at the end made sure that they had rest in the middle, but she needn't worry about that. She left the girls' line and dropped near Luwil, one of the oldest boys. He put one hand on her arm, and waited for her response. She leaned back against him while she caught her breath. For a while they just watched the dancers pair off or drop out. Then his hand trailed over her torso to find her nipple. She had become used to this familiarity, and usually enjoyed it. Instead of cupping her tiny breast, Luwil teased her nipple with his fingers until it stiffened. This felt even better. By the time the dancers were removing their garments, he had moved back and forth from one nipple to another several times. The teasing made the dances more exciting; the suggestive motions of the naked dancers made her tickled nipples feel more erotic. As one couple settled close to them, Luwil left the nipples alone to stroke her leg. At first she missed the tickles, but soon his touch on her inner thigh was just as exciting. He lifted her skirt as his hand went higher. She worried that people might see between her legs, but she realized that no one would look while naked bodies coupled among them. The girl in front of them had tired of the boy's teasing. She grasped his man-stick and settled herself on it. As she did this, Luwil's hand reached the top of Kawa's thigh. Rather than stopping, it continued to her place. She stiffened. His hand stopped when she did, but it did not retreat. The couple in front of them were moving more rapidly now, and she could hear their gasps separately from those of other couples in the room. She could feel Luwil's breath on her neck. Nothing would happen, dozens would punish any attempt at rape. As she relaxed, his hand moved again. The fingers which had teased her nipples did the same to her outer lips. It was even more exciting, or was that excitement due to the moan that she heard from somewhere in the darkness behind her? Now Luwil's finger had found the entrance to her place and was rubbing around that area. When the girl in front of her stiffened in satisfaction, Luwil rubbed upward in her slit. It was as if she'd been hit by a lightning bolt. She stiffened almost as much as the girl had. Then Luwil removed his finger and pressed her back against him. She felt the hardness of his man-stick press against her back. They lay like that until the couple separated and lay down together. Then Luwil moved back a few feet and lay down apart from her. The day after that experience, Kawa felt tender down there and queasy in her stomach. She blamed Luwil a little and stayed home from the youth house that night. The next day, however, her blood came again. It hadn't been Luwil's fault after all, and her experience with him had been exciting. When she was clean again, she went back with a new hunger. She'd always been aware that most of the couples went into the shadows near the walls. Some even dropped out of the dance separately and fully dressed, and then met at the edges. Watching those seemed less polite, and certainly less instructive, than watching the couples near the light of the fire. That night, however, there was enough sound from one corner to draw the attention of everyone who wasn't totally engaged right then. Itong, it finally became clear, had found Sedan making love to another girl, Pindropol by name. A boy was angry, too, but Kawa didn't recognize his voice. Most of the youths went home that night instead of staying. The next day, sides were forming. Kawa was grateful for Sedan's gentleness that first night, but she had to side with Itong, her relative. By the time that the quarrel was old, several boys had held Kawa under her skirt. Luwil had done so twice more, more excitingly than the other boys. One night, there was a large supply of palm liquor that some boys had stolen. Kawa got a sip during the dance and another sip after dropping out. Soon the only girl in the dance was Aluan, whose menstruation feast had been the one before Kawa's. One boy brought Aluan a cup of the palm liquor, much more than Kawa had received. She danced more fiercely after the drink. Soon boys began dropping out, some because other youths urged them. Luwil was one of the six boys still in the dance. He removed his loincloth, and Kawa could see his hard man-stick bouncing up and down. The others followed suit. They were dancing in a circle around Aluan. She danced against their beat, a complex solo. Then each of them held out a ball of betel. Aluan chose the ball held by Kalowin, a tall boy with smooth skin. The other boys formed a circle around the two of them as she chewed the betel while still dancing. Another cup of the palm liquor was passed to Kalowin, who held it so Aluan could drink. Finally, he removed her skirt. She put her hand in his and followed him to a low wooden platform made from a split and smoothed log. The other dancers dropped out of the line, and Luwil moved behind Kawa. He turned her until they had a good view of the platform. She was sitting on her heels, with Luwil squatting right behind her. Kalowin bent over and whispered in Aluan's ear, then held her against him as his hands roved over her. As they did, Luwil's hands were all over Kawa as well. Only one drum was playing, a monotonous slow beat; hands took up that beat, and Kawa joined in. The couple stood like that until Kalowin whispered in Aluan's ear once more. Then he called "Hands." Two girls stepped forward, and each took one of Aluan's hands. They walked her backwards until she was sitting on the very edge of the log. The drum beat sped slightly. Kalowin knelt between Aluan's legs and began licking and sucking at her nipples. His hand went between her legs. Slowly, the girls holding her hands eased Aluan back on the log. Kalowin leaned forwards, keeping his mouth on her tiny breasts. The drum was pounding louder and more slowly, and they were all clapping along. Kalowin straightened slowly, his head coming away from Aluan and his loins moving forward between her legs. His man-stick must have been touching her by now. The drum stopped so suddenly that Kawa clapped once by herself. Almost as if that clap were a signal, Kalowin pressed forwards. He stopped when his groin was pressed into Aluan's. He was looking straight at her face, and his hands started rubbing over her nipples. The girl holding her right hand whispered in her ear. Aluan nodded, and the boy began to move back and forth. The drum resumed, and the clapping with it. Luwil wasn't clapping, though. One of his hands played with her nipples. They were sticking out straight and were harder than they ever got in the coldest water. His other hand had parted her skirt from behind and was tickling her place. He leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Spread your legs apart." She was afraid that people would see, then she realized that all eyes were on the drama being acted out on the split log. She wiggled until her feet were beside her hips, and her knees were well apart. He teased her place and passed one finger between her lips. She enjoyed those sensations while she turned her eyes back to the log. Aluan had raised her legs to encircle Kalowin's waist. Now, as he moved back, Kawa could just see his man-stick stretching between the two of them. Then his hips would move forwards, and the sleekness would press into Aluan. He moved with the beat, and Aluan did too, if only very slightly. Luwil's finger also moved in time with the drum. It traced the outlines of the lips around her place, forward at one beat, backward at the next. Kawa moved against the stroke, hardly able to keep her own motions as slow. Suddenly, Kalowin was moving much faster than the beat. He slammed into Aluan each time, and she arched upward in time with him, rather than the drum. When Luwil's finger stroked along the center of her place, the thrill made Kawa forget the beat entirely. Luwil pulled her back against his chest to hold her upright while her belly flamed and her place tried to grab his still-stroking finger. When she could spare a little attention for the central couple again, Kalowin was sprawled forwards with his face on Aluan's belly. The girls who had been holding Aluan's hands pulled him back until he could kneel on his own. They helped Aluan sit up, and then stand. A third girl came forward with a cloth and wiped between Aluan's legs. They all went off into the darkness with her. Luwil removed his hand from between Kawa's legs. He blew across the back of her neck, making her shiver as if a ghost had gone by. She straightened a little, and he eased his hold. A moment later, they were two separate parts of the audience. He was sitting farther from where she was kneeling than another girl would have at a feast. When the last of the palm liquor came around, he said something to the bearers. They brought Kawa another draft. She hardly needed it, though. Her head was already spinning from the earlier experience. The next morning, she felt much less merry. Some of the other youths looked equally dismal. She felt well enough that evening to join the dance line again. Again, she dropped out early. Aluan, she noticed, sat out the whole dance -- and sat by herself. Kawa, on the other hand, always had a young man with her. She dropped out later each night, but she still didn't dance when anyone was naked. One night, shortly after she dropped out and went to sit with Selan, Aluan joined the dance. Nobody commented; nobody made a fuss; but Kawa could tell that everybody noticed. Kalowin stepped forward in front of Aluan, but she didn't step out. She did step out when another boy, Wabe, danced in front of her. One or two pairs were concerned with their own dances. But no other pairs formed while those two were in the lines. After what seemed like a long time to Kawa, Aluan removed her skirt. Wabe removed his loincloth. They danced for a minute more, and then they moved off into the shadows. The clapping became much louder; other couples moved off; other boys moved in front of their line, other girls in front of theirs. Kawa's eyes couldn't see Wabe and Aluan, but her mind could picture perfectly what they were doing. She found that, oddly enough, that picturing made her more excited than direct views of other couples had made her. These days, Kawa got her choice of the older boys to sit out with her. She realized that they were trying to impress her so she would select them when it was her time to be the center of attention like Aluan had been. She wasn't sure she was ready for that, but their interest flattered her. People weren't interested in impressing Kawa very often. One night, Topal came to the youth house. "Go away," one of the girls said. "No, wait," another said. There was much discussion back and forth. Topal, who was embarrassed -- but also pleased -- to have the older boys and girls talking about him, finally joined the group. There was dancing that night, but no pairs formed. The next night, Itong stood in front of Topal while he was dancing. He moved out of the line and did a fancy step. Itong did only the basic dance, but she removed her skirt. You could see Topal's boy stick push out the front of his loincloth. One of the other boys whispered something to him, and he removed his loincloth. Both of them danced a little more, and you could see Topal's boy stick bounce up and down with his steps. Itong held out her hand, and Topal took it. She led him to the log platform. Topal sat down, and then leaned back. All the drums but one fell silent. That one beat very slowly. Itong stood over him, squatted right above his middle. She held his boy stick while she lowered herself upon it. Topal stiffened under her and groaned. A moment later, he relaxed and lay breathing heavily on the platform. The drum quickened and others joined in. Kawa looked forward to what she would see the next night, but she bled that morning. She not only missed whatever happened in the youth house, but the menstrual feast for a girl from the other side of the village. "Look who's here," Selan called out when she returned. Kawa hid her face. She wasn't used to people making a fuss over her, especially males older than she was. While it embarrassed her, it also pleased her. Early that evening, she came forward from the line to dance a solo more intricate than was usual in the youth house. When she dropped out breathing heavily, Luwil dropped out of the boys' line too. He squatted down next to her. "That was a fine dance," he said. She hid her face again. He said nothing more, but sat next to her watching the dancing. When she had recovered her energy, the first few couples were forming. She didn't want to rejoin the line when they were doing that. When the first boy removed his loincloth, she expected Luwil to go back to the boys' line. Instead, he moved closer to her. While she and he watched the pairs, while everyone who wasn't pairing off watched the pairs, Luwil's hands were on her and his voice was whispering in her ear. When the single drum started on its monotonous beat, he suggested that she kneel instead of sitting. When she squatted on her heels, his right hand parted the grass of her skirt. While his left hand stroked her breasts, while his breath tickled her ear, his right hand found its way to her place. One couple was so close that Kawa could have touched them by sprawling forward without moving her feet. At first, the girl -- Masina, a cousin on her father's side -- lay back while the boy -- Bischu, almost a man, really -- sucked on her breast like a great baby. His hand was busy between her legs, too. Probably he was stroking Masina's place as Luwil was stroking Kawa's. Suddenly, or it seemed sudden to Kawa, Bischu knelt between Masina's legs. She raised her knees and spread them apart. He moved between them. Kawa couldn't tell whether the heat she was feeling in her place was from Luwil's fingers or from her sympathy for what Masina was feeling. The drum was all alone, beating slowly. Bischu moved in and out of Masina in time to that beat; Luwil's fingers moved across Kawa's place at that same agonizingly slow pace. Bischu sped up at the end, but Luwil didn't. Kawa threw herself back against Luwil as a flame consumed her. It was as if the fire pit had been dug in her belly. When she next noticed the pair in font of her, Bischu was getting up from lying over Masina. His man stick was all shiny in the firelight. "May I go now?" Luwil whispered in her ear. "Will you be all right?" All right? She had never felt this good before. She nodded, and Luwil got up. She couldn't see where he went. He disappeared into the shadows, probably with Namu, his regular friend. Kawa couldn't complain; it was kind of her to let Luwil sit with Kawa. And she wasn't ready to disappear into the shadows with him. Or was she? If Luwil's hands could make her feel this good, what would his man stick do? A few evenings later, somebody had stolen palm liquor again. Early in the evening, Itong danced right behind her and said "drop out now" in a voice that only Kawa could hear. She was a little disturbed, but Itong was senior. She sat beside Luwil. Maybe he would use his hands on her again. He didn't touch her, though. When a boy came along carrying the palm liquor, Luwil told him to give Kawa a drink. He did, a healthy swig. Luwil stopped another boy with the same directions. This was more than Kawa had ever drunk in a single evening, but Luwil did it again. Then he got up and held a hand out to her. "Time for you to rejoin the dance," he said. She worried for a moment whether she could dance like this; she had trouble even walking. But the beat was slowing. People weren't displaying their fanciest steps. Just stepping up and down and pushing her hips back and forth in time to the beat seemed acceptable. Indeed, several boys began dancing in front of her. Only then did Kawa figure out what was happening. This was her night? She pushed her groin further forward at the thought, and stamped with her feet further apart. The fierce dancing first drove the liquor to her head, and then cleared it. When a boy came up with another cup of the liquor, she danced even more simply while draining it. Soon, she noticed that she was the only girl still in the dance. The boys were no longer facing her in a line; they were in a circle around her. One boy took off his loin cloth, and so did the others. Luwil was in the circle, of course. So were Bischu, Wabe, Kalowin, and Selan. Luwil was a real temptation. And Selan had been so knowing her first time in the youth house; this was another first time, maybe she should trust it to him. And Aluan had chosen Wabe; maybe she knew something Kawa didn't. But Kawa had never sat with Wabe; he'd never made himself available. Why choose him now? And Selan, while he'd been nice enough to Kawa, had been really nasty to Itong. She hadn't decided yet when the boys all held out balls of betel to her. She chose Luwil's. She chewed it slowly while dancing the simple step. She didn't need the betel right then, being already dizzy from the dance, let alone the palm liquor. Luwil moved into the center of the circle along with her. The other boys were dancing around the two of them while they performed the simple step. Not knowing anything else to do, she continued the dance. Luwil got a full cup of palm liquor and held it to her lips. She didn't need any more that evening, and this -- by itself -- was more than she had drunk at any time before that night. Suddenly, though, she did need the drink. She was thirsty, and she might well need the forgetfulness that palm liquor notoriously brought. She gulped it down, feeling its warmth spread through her dancing legs. She couldn't go further. She couldn't remove her skirt with all these people watching her. But she didn't have to. Luwil removed it for her. His man stick was jumping up and down in the dance, sometimes hitting his flat belly, sometimes pointing straight at Kawa. After what seemed like a long time, while she grew more and more embarrassed, Luwil took her hand and led her to the platform. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. How could she help but be embarrassed with all eyes upon her, what they would do was embarrassing enough if they were to hide out in the shadows. But he caressed her, his hands touching everywhere. "All the girls looking on have gone through this, themselves," he whispered to her. That was true. When he took her hand, she followed him to the platform with steady steps if not a steady heartbeat. Two girls came forward to hold her hands and help her down as if she were a grandmother. They kept hold of her hands, though, as Luwil squatted down in front of her. He was between her legs, and his hands were everywhere. He'd touched her before, brought her great pleasure with his touch; but, now, his hands never stayed on her place long enough to bring that pleasure. He sucked at her breasts as if he was a baby, but it didn't feel like he was a baby. It felt exciting, as exciting as his hands felt on her place. She was so excited that she took a moment to notice that he was kneeling directly above her. She could see his man stick, and she knew where it was headed. She wanted to cover herself, give herself more time. The girls were still holding her hands, though. She felt him against her place; his man stick was hot, much hotter than his hands had been. The drum and the clapping stopped suddenly. Then he went in. She hadn't thought he would fit, but he did. It didn't even hurt. She did feel full. And his motions rubbed her in a new and interesting way. She accepted his motion, then she moved against him to increase that sensation. The drum started up again, and she and Luwil moved in time to it. It was a different motion. Her feet were practically still; when they did move, they merely waved in the air. Her hips were what moved, and his. He was stroking within her, now -- rubbing her place with his man stick every time he moved. And it felt good, felt fulfilling. This was what she was meant to be doing with all these new sensations. Then he sped up. She tried to match his motions, but couldn't quite. She felt his man stick pulse within her place. Suddenly, he dropped on her. He was breathing heavily -- so was she. But she wanted him to go on. He didn't, though. After a little bit, he got up. As he moved off her body, his man stick moved out of her place. She could see it, looking as soft as if he'd come out of the sea -- and as wet. The girls who had held her hands helped her up, and another came forward with a cloth to wipe her place. It needed wiping. Everything Luwil had shot into her was dripping out. She went home that night, and didn't even go to the youth house the next two days. The third day, though, she had to carry Ombomb -- a tiny cousin -- most of the day. He was in the midst of teething, terribly fretful. That evening she handed him to Sono, another cousin who hadn't bled yet, and ducked into the youth house. Sono wouldn't be allowed in, and Ombomb's parents wouldn't try. She watched the dances for a while, but nobody sat with her. When she joined the line, people politely didn't pay her special attention. She had missed this. She was enjoying the dancing when Bischu started dancing in front of her. Why not? She came forward and danced her best solo. He didn't take off his loin cloth. Instead he held out his hand. She took it and followed him toward the darkness away from the fire. |
The End Youth House Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2003/04/28 Another story about a girl's first sexual experience is: "Berries" (Mf rom 1st) This story is indexed at: Young Love The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |