1-JUST BE NICE

A young teen boy is encouraged to befriend a lonely pre-teen girl and it’s the start of his sexual discovery. bg

We’ve all met people or had experiences growing up that would trigger fantasies sometimes right away, sometimes later, of things we wished had happened but never did. Especially if we grew up alone, sheltered or just naïve. This is one of those stories, told in first person, which never happened except in my imagination.

“Just be nice.” That’s what my mom had instructed me to do. They weren’t really relatives of ours. There was some kind of connection to my older brother’s wife. The lady was probably in her 30’s which seemed old to me at the time, but not as old as my parents. She was a single mom who worked as a waitress in a diner, one of those blue plate special cafes. She had three kids by two men, a bratty seven-year old boy, a chubby, giggly eight-year-old girl, and Becky who was eleven.
     
It was to the eleven-year-old that I was expected to be nice. She had brown hair that touched her slim shoulders and dark blue eyes. She had a narrow almost pointed chin. Her arms and legs were coltish and her body still boyish but promising to blossom into her recent gangly growth. She seemed serious beyond her years and didn’t smile much.
     
Becky had had a hard time, my mother had reiterated on more than one occasion. I assumed it had to do with being tasked to help with her little brother and sister in a household with very little money. She was often their baby-sitter. My mother subtly allowed that she was not all that fond of Becky’s mom’s lifestyle. She alluded to an early and scandalous teen pregnancy and a later ill-fated marriage. Once when we stopped by to deliver some groceries or something of that nature, the mom answered the door in a thin bathrobe embarrassed at the boyfriend that was on the pull out couch. He quickly got up and pulled on some pants.
     
Nothing was said about it in my presence but I’m sure my mother didn’t approve, especially with the younger kids in the room and Becky in the back bedroom with the door open. Regardless, I was regularly being encouraged to be nice to Becky. My mom didn’t think she had many friends and it was suggested I go over and spend some time with her since school was out and all I had to do was baseball.
     
I didn’t mind, really it was just that…she was a girl. I had grown up, virtually alone, and sheltered from the mysterious gender. There weren’t many girls my age in the neighborhood and my girl cousins all lived some distance away. Playing with girls was just not acceptable. All I knew about their anatomy I had learned from the sketchy course in health and the self-appointed experts among my friends and classmates. I had an idea how they were built from the crude drawings in health class and a quick look at a friend’s eight year old little sister. Another friend in scouts did his best to describe the apparatus from his experience in helping bathe a handicapped sister. Any such discussion was sufficient to raise an erection which my friend, Riley and I would occasionally get together and attended to.
     
And that was the problem. Recently having turned thirteen and approaching the eighth grade, I was curious as hell about the fair sex and finding myself constantly horny. Thin tiny hairs were showing up around the base of my dick and a little wetness was occasionally showing up in my shorts in the morning. I could produce a little stickiness over my fingers after a pleasant experience with my hand. I traded fantasies and exercised my organ with Riley, but that was the extent of my sexual experience and I was totally confused about how it related to girls. Some of my classmates seemed to be aware and were comfortable around girls already going on coke dates. There were even some stories going around about couples making out at parties. Having neither the courage nor the opportunity it seemed I would not soon find out what it was all about.
     
Perhaps my mother deemed my becoming friends with Becky would provide some social interaction to combat my shyness as well being a good deed. I found out later that Becky’s mom was thinking the same thing about her. So I had been dispatched several times, now that school was out, to walk the few blocks to their small house to join Becky and her siblings. Usually it was on her mom’s day off. She worked the breakfast and lunch shift, and an older neighbor lady looked after the kids. Most of the time, however, they were on their own with Becky in charge. I wasn’t being offered as a baby sitter, just company.
     
At first the younger ones were all over me, hanging on and getting as much attention as they could until Becky warned them off. When it started getting hot we spent more time inside. We would end up sitting around on the floor in the small living room playing games, like Monopoly or Cootie or others that I brought over, sometimes all of us, sometimes just me and Becky. Occasionally we went in the small bedroom that held the beds for all three kids, or the larger, almost parlor-like room that their mother occupied. After a couple of visits Becky and I started getting more relaxed with each other’s company. The younger kids were in and out, sometimes rowdy, and other times quiet in their room.

I took notice of the sparse clothing the younger kids wore. It wasn’t that uncommon for kids in hot weather but theirs all looked hand-me-down and ill-fitting. Kenny, the little boy wore little in the summer heat except shorts and tennis shoes. Sometimes it was obvious that he wasn’t even wearing underwear and when he did it appeared baggy and worn. Several times when he was sitting cross legged on the floor the leg hole of his shorts would droop letting his tiny penis and ball sack hang free. He seemed unconcerned and gripped the flesh with his fingers and absently began playing with it. Once when he glanced up and saw me looking at him, he tugged the small appendage from the leg hole and wiggled it at me with an evil grin, before tucking it back in his pants.

His sister, Emily, seemed oblivious to the fact that the outgrown dresses that she wore to play in regularly displayed her panties. The thinness or looseness of the undergarment came tantalizingly close to baring what it was intended to cover. She regularly would sit cross legged letting her skirt drape over her knees showing me more than I had ever seen of the veiled shape of the puffy lips and narrow slit of a girl’s pussy. Despite the fact that she was only eight, the female anatomy was still a mystery and I couldn’t help looking. Becky didn’t seem to notice, or be bothered by it, or the stiffness that I would develop in my cut offs.

Becky wore shorts most of the time but occasionally a loose cotton dress. I could see a little of her underwear at the waist or leg occasionally and when she wore a tee shirt or tank top two little bumps attracted my attention. Aside from a gentle rounding of her hips and backside, those two bumps were the only indication that her body was attempting to change from her boyish appearance. Then one day in the middle of a game I saw them. Becky was wearing a tank top that was kind of loose. When she bent over to retrieve some dice the front drooped and I looked right down at them.

They were only tiny little cones topped by what looked like Hershey’s kisses. They looked almost out of place on her skinny boyish chest but there they were, real tits on a girl. I’m not sure how long my eyes were glued but when I looked up Becky was smiling at me. She had seen me looking at them and hadn’t moved, apparently unconcerned that I had seen them. For the rest of the game it was as if she was pleased by my interest and gave me several more looks.

That day started a pattern of me sneaking looks and rushing home to the bathroom to relieve my stiff dick. I worried sometimes that my mother would suspect what I was doing, but it usually didn’t last long. My balls would lurch and a meager wetness would leak over my fingers and I could last until bed time when I could take much longer to enjoy myself.

One day I was bored and wandered over to Becky’s house. Her mom was home and greeted me at the door. She seemed pleased to see me and said the kids were in the back yard playing in the sprinklers. I went through the house and out the back door. A small round sprinkler was in the center of the yard on a patch of Bermuda grass and turned on. It obviously hadn’t been used much for the benefit of the feeble lawn. Becky was standing to the side watching her brother and sister and another boy, who appeared a little older, run giggling through the cool water.

The younger kids were wearing nothing but underpants. Their mom didn’t seem to be concerned that her eight-year-old daughter was topless in the company of boys, or that wet underwear was fairly transparent. Emily’s thin cotton panties were clinging to her crack both front and back. She might as well been naked. The two boys’ jockeys were equally wet and almost as revealing displaying the outline of tiny tubes with a lump below them.

Becky was wearing a thin, pale blue, one piece bathing suit that might have fit last summer but was now small and tight. It was also very wet and was leaving nothing to the imagination. I stood back, next to the house enjoying the view of Becky’s pre-teen body. The little cones that I had peeked at a few days ago were clearly pronounced and the dark little nipples were showing through. The suit was clinging tightly to the mound between her legs and the narrow strip of cloth revealed the line of a crevice in the mound. She saw that I was looking at her from across the yard and walked around the spray of water to an old metal lawn chair and picked up a towel.

“I had to put my swim suit on because I knew the kids would get me wet,” she explained, not wanting to appear part of the play with younger kids and obviously aware that I had been looking. I was embarrassed that I had been caught looking and hoped the instant rise in my Levi’s wasn’t showing. While Becky dried the droplets she seemed willing to let me look. When she drew the towel around her I looked back at the wet younger kids. “That’s Darrell,” Becky volunteered, nodding toward the other boy. “He’s nine, his mom works where my mom does. She’s usually on opposite shifts but sometimes he stays with us.” The boy seemed unconcerned that his soft little dick would stick visibly to his wet underwear. The other kids’ horseplay displayed their wares as well, especially Emily whose wet panties stuck to her pussy crack. I tried not to be obvious as I looked but I couldn’t help taking a rare look at a pussy of any age.

A call from inside the house directed the kids to come inside. It was followed by direction to get out of their wet things. I was a little surprised when all the kids trooped into their room including Becky. I waited in the living room trading small talk with their mother until she retreated to the kitchen. Then Becky emerged leaving the door to the bedroom slightly open. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top. I caught a glimpse of three naked bodies in the room before one of them closed the door. Becky must have been naked in there, too, just minutes before.

“I told the kids to get dressed,” she informed her mom. “But they’re still playing around in there naked.”

“I swear, we’re growing a pack of nudists around here,” the mom chuckled from the kitchen. “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Becky shrugged and gave me a knowing smile I didn’t stay long, just enough to imagine three little kids playing naked and getting another quick look at Becky’s tiny cones. I needed to get back to the privacy of my own bathroom for a few minutes.

Things started changing one afternoon when the mom was still at work and the neighbor lady was not around. Becky and I had called the younger kids in for peanut butter sandwiches and to get them out of the summer sun. It was hot and humid; no one had air conditioning in those days. Becky had directed her brother and sister into the bathroom to wash off the soil and sweat when Emily called from the bathroom. “Becky, Kenny took his shorts off. Can we go naked?”

Becky glanced at me thoughtful for a moment. “If you want to, but you know the rule. You have to play in your room. Mom lets them play naked sometimes when it’s hot,” she explained. “Is that OK?”

“I don’t mind,” I heard myself say. I was still a bit surprised when the two kids appeared from the bathroom. Kenny boldly walked over and reached for a sandwich his soft little pecker bouncing only slightly. Emily peered from the edge of the doorway with her hands over her bare middle.

“Is it OK if he sees us?” she asked, looking warily at me.

“Of course, silly, he said he doesn’t mind.” Becky glanced at me for my nod of agreement. At that point the chubby eight-year-old dropped her hands and walked casually into the kitchen. I had already observed that, except for the puffiness from baby fat, Emily’s chest was flat. She had roundness to her tummy with a little too much flesh around her waist. When she settled back on a chair to eat her sandwich she let her legs part then looked up at me as if to confirm I was looking. I tried to be stealthy but the temptation was too much and I took a good look at the puffy lips between her legs. When I raised my eyes I had the feeling that Becky had seen where I looked, but she showed no expression.

“So are you guys going to get naked?” “Is he going to be your boyfriend?” A chorus of questions from her siblings caused Becky to blush.

“Probably not, and we’re just friends,” she started answering in order. Then diffusing her embarrassment she added, “And you kids finish your sandwiches and go play in your room.”

This time I averted my eyes as they slammed their milk and moved away. Becky was quiet for a few moments then looked up. “We can go in my mom’s room; it’s cooler in there.” I nodded and after putting the dishes on the counter, followed her in.

We had been in there before and played board games on the floor. It was the largest room in the house, had a double bed and a small table and chair. It had some paneling and was quite nice compared to the rest of the house but was seldom very neat or tidy. An open window provided an occasional slight breeze and a small fan turned side to side but still didn’t do much to abate the heat. My tee shirt was sticking to my chest as was Becky’s sleeveless button front top.

Just as we started a game, sitting on the floor, Becky said, “We can take our shirts off if you want, it’ll be cooler. I don’t mind,” she added, “And you’ve seen them anyway.”

I muttered something like, “OK,” and began to pull off my tee shirt. Becky slowly started to undo the buttons on her top. I could feel my dick lurch in my cut offs as her little cones and nipples appeared and she shrugged the top off of her shoulders. I tried to concentrate on the game but my concentration sagged and I was losing badly. Becky had to know what was distracting me and didn’t seem to care.

“I bet you have a lot of cute girls in your school, huh?” she interjected finally in a lull in the game. I grunted a response. “I bet they all have a lot more up top than me, huh?” she went on, letting her fingers drift over her small budding tits. “Maybe by seventh or eighth I will, too,” she lamented. “Boys like girls that are big up top, don’t they?” Before I could respond that some do, she continued.

“There was one girl in our class last year that had big ones, already. She wore a bra and all the boys used to tease her and snap her bra strap and call her ‘milk cow’. She just said they were jealous because she had a boyfriend in Jr. High.” My mind was reeling. I’d never had this kind of a conversation with a girl before. With boys it was a constant subject in the locker room and tents at scout camp. Sleepovers with a friend had also been a source, and I often eavesdropped on the hushed stories in the bleachers at the ball park. But I hadn’t imagined that girls talked about this stuff, too.

I started wondering where this all might go, but then I looked at the time. It was almost time for the kid’s mom to come home and I had to leave for baseball practice. There was a hint of disappointment on Becky’s face as I slipped my shirt back on. I picked up the game and went back into the living room as Becky buttoned up her shirt. The door to the kids’ room was standing partly open. Kenny was lying on his top bunk with legs crossed reading a comic. His fingers were busily moving up and down on a stiff little penis.

Emily was on the floor leaning on some stack pillows, also looking at a magazine. I wasn’t surprised at Kenny’s activity, but I was when I saw Emily’s first finger lazily rubbing at the separation of her puffy pussy lips. Not only was I getting my first good look at a bare pussy but I was getting the revelation that girls jacked off, too. I moved quickly past the door before Becky discovered me getting my eyes full of her naked little sister.

I said my good-byes and hurried out the door, anxious to get home and relieve the pressure in my shorts. The kids’ mom drove up in her old Ford just as I was coming out the door.

“Well did you kids have a good time today?” she asked. I nodded. “Good, I really appreciate you coming over to keep Becky company. She gets tired of the little ones sometimes and you’re more her age.”

The lady smelled like cigarette smoke and a greasy kitchen, and was still wearing her waitress garb. She was older than her age but she was nice and I felt obligated to stop and talk to her. “Thanks for coming over,” she said again. “I know Becky appreciates it. She gets tired of babysitting some times.” She hesitated a few seconds, “I hope you won’t be embarrassed by the little ones. They’re not bashful and take baths together and like to run around the house naked sometimes. I’ve been kind of liberal with them and let them play around a little. I think it’s normal for kids to mess around a little, you know, experiment and I don’t want them to have to sneak around. I hope you don’t mind.”

I shook my head and uttered something about being OK with it when, she went on.

“You know even girls Becky’s age are curious, too, about boys, I mean, you know, other than little brothers, boys more their age.” She eyed me a few seconds measuring my reaction. “She doesn’t get to talk to kids her age much. Maybe when you and she get to know each other better and you can talk about things, you know things she might want to know about boys. Your folks might not approve but I know you’re more mature than Becky and maybe, if you’re a little curious about girls, well,” she paused looking at me letting me digest what she said, “anyway she’s too young to get in trouble,” she sort of chuckled to herself. The lady studied me a minute as I felt the color come to my face. “Anyway I can tell she really likes you and thanks for being her friend.”

As I turned to leave and she pulled open the screen door, she added, “I’ll be working a few nights for the next couple of weeks. Maybe you could come over and stay with the kids until I get home. It would be in the evening but not late. I’ll call and ask your folks if it’s OK,” and she disappeared into the house.

What had I just heard? Had she said that she knew kids messed around and that she thought it was OK if Becky did? I still had a mental picture of the younger kids running around naked, obviously with their mother’s permission. Did Becky do that as well? She had shown him her bare chest. Would she offer to show him more? Would she want him to? When I reached home and quickly retreated to the bathroom, clear semen was already leaking from my dick. Just a couple of short strokes were all that was required to two or three more healthy spurts from the end.

That night in bed and again the next morning and for a couple of days after, I wet the backs of my fingers with the clear issue. My imagination was running wild with the prospects. I heard one side of a phone call and was quickly informed that I had been asked to keep Becky and the kids company for the next few evenings. It appeared like a way to have someone a little older than Becky without hiring a sitter.

I arrived the next day around 4:30 just as the mom was leaving for work. She had left a casserole for the kids’ dinner and some cookies. The younger kids were out in the neighbor’s yard playing with a group of kids their age. Becky greeted me with a quiet, “Hi.” She was wearing a blue and white dress that buttoned down the front. It seemed a bit large on her, maybe even something handed down from her mom. Then I noticed that it didn’t quite reach her knees and maybe was just the top to something. The arm holes were kind of loose and I could see bare skin that meant she wasn’t wearing a shirt under it.

“The kids are playing over at the neighbors,” she announced, leaning on a door jamb, “I told them they had to be home by six.” She looked at me thoughtfully. “So what do you want to do?” she asked. An immediate thought came to my mind but, of course, I couldn’t say it.

“I don’t care, whatever you’d like,” I answered. She gave me a look like she was thinking the same thing I was but wouldn’t say it.

“We can go in my mom’s room; it’s cooler in there,” she suggested. “She has a fan in there.” It was still hot and humid, and it would be for a few daylight hours yet. So I nodded and followed her in. Some furniture had been moved and a rug and throw pillows were on the floor. We settle down on them and Becky produced a set of dominoes. Our first couple of games took only ten or fifteen minutes. While I shuffled she pulled at her loose garment sort of fanning herself with it.
“It’s still hot,” she announced, “We can take our shirts off again if you want to,” she said warily. I quickly realized the ‘shirt’ she was wearing was really like a dress and would expose a lot more.

“OK,” I replied, feeling some excitement. Slowly she opened the buttons from the top down. When she reached the last one she fanned herself slowly with the sides. She hesitated not showing me anything waiting for me to lose my tee shirt. Then she leaned back keeping the top draped around her upper arms and pushing her chest up showing off the firm little cones on her chest. As soon as my eyes could leave her chest they were instantly drawn to her white panties with little blue flowers.

She was turned sideways with one knee up covering the crotch. Then she wrapped one arm around her upturned knee still blocking my view of her junction. A slight smile, more a look of satisfaction toyed at her face as she watched my eyes and reaction. Still watching me she leaned back on one elbow and turned slightly away letting her hand slide to her knee, which was still bent covering her great mystery. Her expression changed again as she rolled to her left, and leaned back more moving her right hand over to her still up raised knee.

“I forgot this is all I’m wearing because it’s so hot,” Becky said, as if explaining the extra display. I had no doubt that she hadn’t forgot and that this was planned. The look and the pose she assumed now was pure, eleven-year-old seductress. She could tell I was mesmerized and was exploiting every second. Slowly she let her knee drop until the small mound between the blue piping of her leg bands was clearly visible. I was sitting cross-legged, Indian style and my dick was so hard and so confined it was painful. Becky could probably see the bulge and continued to lie back letting me look at her panty covered crotch. The game of dominoes had halted abruptly.

“So do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, nonchalantly, already knowing the answer.

“No,” I answered. “There was this one girl that I liked in sixth grade,” I admitted trying to take my mind off of my hard on. “She was really cute, but then we started seventh she moved away.”

“Did you ever kiss her or anything?” Becky asked, slyly.

“No,” I felt a blush cover my face, knowing it had been distant admiration and we had never even held hands. Becky rolled to her side and stood up on her knees moving over in front of a tall oval mirror. She let the blue and white top drop to her elbows and stared at her chest.

“Do you think boys will like me more when I have more up top?” she asked.

The words stumbled in my mouth but finally came out, “I think most boys would like you just fine, I mean, they’re really nice and…” my voice trailed off, “and you’re really cute just like you are.” Becky was the one who flushed red this time not expecting even a clumsy compliment.

Stimulated by the quick exposure of female flesh, my dick was cramped in my shorts and I took the moment while Becky was looking the other way to readjust it. Then I looked up to realize she was looking right at me in the mirror. She leaned back looking over her shoulder still looking pleased at what I had said and giving me a wonderful profile of her little cone-shaped tits.

“You could take your shorts off, if you want, and we could just be in our underwear.” Her invitation seemed hopeful and it was only fair, I concluded, since she was showing me both her panties and her tits. I had a flash of inhibition knowing that my hard on would be bulging at my jockeys but it was getting really cramped. I vowed to wear larger shorts on future occasions.

“OK, I guess it’s only fair,” I conceded, and stood up on my knees. Becky watched my every move over her shoulder as I pulled the snap and slowly dropped the zipper. Being careful not to tug my jockeys with them, I pulled the denim over my hips and carefully over my protruding penis and pushed them to my knees. Sitting back, I pulled them further over my tube socks and off of my ankles.

My dick was so stiff it threatened to pop out of my jockeys and I had to tug the cotton to maintain the coverage. The move hadn’t been lost on Becky. She was studying me just as I had been doing with her, only more obviously. Nervousness would often cause me to deflate. But in the company of a nearly naked girl I was still rigid.

If it had been a year ago, at the beginning of seventh grade, I might have been more self conscious having to endure the taunts of “pencil dick” from the older more mature boys. But by the end of the year I was as well endowed as most, and better than some. A ring of fine dark hairs had appeared around the base of my shaft, and my balls had grown and started descending nicely. I was still fairly slim in diameter but could stretch my hard on to over four inches and claim five. All this had bolstered my confidence with other guys but I had no idea what its effect on girls was.

As if by mutual agreement we both laid back on our elbows on the stack cushions and small rugs that were scattered about the floor. Becky studied the small tent in my shorts and for the first time, I could see the faint shadow of a line in the middle of the gusset of her panties. We were content for a few minutes to lounge in near nakedness until Becky suggested a different game. We spread a simple board game and began to go through the motions of play while we each stole glances at the other.

Becky’s eyes kept glancing at the little tent in my jockeys. I sensed she was as curious as I was. “So have you ever been all the way naked with a girl?” Becky asked quietly after a short silence.

“Umm, no, not really,” I replied, wondering where this might lead.

“I have a few times,” she admitted, “I mean, not with a boy my own age, just my brother and one of his friends, you know when we change clothes and stuff. And last summer a friend of my mom’s brought his boy over but he was younger, too, you know, not like us.” She was stammering a little but I got her meaning. Then she glanced around the room and sort of shrugged with obviously more on her mind. “We could, you know, if you’d want to, get naked, I mean.” She seemed relieved after she had managed to get the words out. I was struck with the reality that girls were curious just like boys.

Of course I wanted to. This was it! It was going to happen. She wanted to get naked. No boy my age in his right mind would miss the chance to see a naked girl even if it meant baring his own boner. “What about your brother and sister?” I asked noticing it was almost 5:30.

“They never come in on time,” she answered. “And besides, there’s a rule. We don’t ever come in mom’s room when the door is shut. Sometimes her boyfriend is here.” I had noticed her close the door when we first came in.

“I guess we can then, if you want to,” I said. A slight smile tugged at the corners of Becky’s lips. She stood up on her knees and I did the same. In silent agreement we both pulled at the elastic of our waistbands and pulled our underwear to our knees. Then for several moments we locked our gazes on each other’s privates.

Becky was focused on my rigid phallus. It had popped up and stood out and up at an angle and pulsed slightly with my heartbeat. I didn’t have foreskin like some of the kids I’d seen in gym. The lavender helmet was slightly larger at the rim than my shaft and the small amount of skin left from my circumcision was stretched smoothly from my erection. My sparse new pubes formed a triangular shadow at the base but my ball sack was hairless loosely holding my two pecan-sized glands.

I’m not sure what Becky expected but I was met with a surprise. The girl was completely hairless as I expected. Her hips were a little wider than her waist and she was pale all over with no tan lines. Long lean thighs intersected forming a v at her mound. But rather than the simple puffy lips with a single slit that I had pictured and observed on her sister, Becky had a small finger of flesh that seemed to hold the lips apart forming a crevice below. It reminded me of a tiny dick but didn’t appear to wiggle like a soft penis. I was baffled by its presence.

“You look nice,” Becky stammered, breaking the silence and looking at my dick.

“You do, too,” I replied, not knowing anything else to say. I desperately wanted to jack off but resisted the urge.

“I’ve seen boys before,” she volunteered, not taking her eyes from my dick, “My brother’s, of course, and one of his friends, and the one other kid last summer. And George, down the street, we’ve all seen his. He’s older, fourteen, I think, but he’s retarded and plays with the little kids. He takes his out sometimes and plays with it. He used to get in trouble for messing around with the little kids but now they take him into the bushes or a garage or someplace where they won’t get caught, and get him to pull his pants down.”

She paused a few seconds as if deciding what else to admit to. “I saw my mom’s boyfriend by accident,” she said. Then letting her eyes glance at my dick again she said, “When it’s like that it means you’re horny, huh?” I nodded. “Boys play with them, don’t they, like rub them up and down when they’re like that? My brother does it and so does his friend. And George, down the street, is always playing with his.”

“Yeah, I think all boys do. Some don’t admit it or say they don’t but they’re probably lying.” I couldn’t believe I had just made this admission to a girl.

“Girls do it, too sometimes, you know rub themselves down there.” That was a revelation. I had never pictured a girl playing with herself, there was nothing to grip. It must have been the confused look on my face that convinced Becky to explain. “Girls just rub over it like this,” she let her legs spread open showing me everything and pressed her fingers on the little tube of skin and rubbed gently.

A strange look came over Becky’s face as she concentrated on moving her fingers just right. Then she looked a little sheepish and said, “Show me how you do it.”

I’m sure she had a good idea of the way it was done but simply felt strange doing herself without company. Wasting no time responding to the urges in my dick and circled my fingers around my stiff tool. Becky watched attentively without interrupting her own activity. I was wondering how I was going to deal with my impending orgasm when we heard the younger kids come in the back door slamming it as they did. Becky and I quickly dressed and opened the door as the two sweaty urchins launched a raid on a pitcher of lemonade.

Little brother and sister were late, as expected, but hungry and the next hour or so was spent getting them fed and the kitchen cleaned up. Then the kids were ordered to get a bath before their mom got home and in seconds they were trooping through the house naked. The girl just swayed through wiggling her hips in my direction. The boy stopped and took his little two inch tool in his fingers and waved it at me.

“You better not play with that too much, it might fall off,” I quipped.

“Huh uh,” he said, defiantly. “I play with it all the time, and so does my sister and it doesn’t fall off.” I wondered what Becky would have said had she heard that pronouncement.

Not long after the kids got out of the tub and dried off, slipping on some skimpy underwear, their mom pulled in. I said my good byes until tomorrow and left. I had to hurry home before the pent up semen that was leaking from my dick exploded into a full blown come and in my shorts.