JUST BE NICE
Chapter 4
A NEW GAME/HOME RUN
The two adolescent’s urges and attraction for each other finally take control. bg, first
A couple of days later, just as I arrived at Becky’s house, Kenny, Emily, and their friend Darrel were begging Becky to take them the little park a few blocks away. She had made the appropriate calls to Darrell’s mom and we made the short walk. It was hot but not as humid as it had been.
While the younger kids played on the equipment and chased around, Becky and I lounged on one of the grassy mounds at the edge of a stand of trees. It was shady, the grass was long and cool and we were just quietly watching. I was lying on my back and Becky began to playfully tickle me with a long strand of grass. I retaliated tossing some grass at her. She tried to stuff some down my shirt but I bested her and put a handful down the front of hers, then grabbed her hands when she tried to pull it out. We ended up lying full length on the back side of the grassy mound with me on top, with my hands holding hers over her head.
Our faces were only inches apart, and when our eyes met we realized the position we were in. My chest was pressed against hers, my lower body was pressed against hers, and my knees were between her legs. My dick was immediately hard and pressed squarely into her mound. We were in the classic missionary position and our sex parts were separated by only a few layers of cloth.
I felt my hips flex in an involuntary response. Becky’s legs parted a little and her pelvis rolled in response. When I loosened my hold on her wrists she pushed one hand down between us. “I have grass in my shirt,” she said. “I’ll get it out,” I said, and slid my hand up under the hem of her button front shirt. She wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt so after my hands brushed the few blades of grass I let one rest on her budding left breast. If anyone had looked they would know what we were doing. Fortunately only a few people were in the park, mostly kids, and, at that point, we didn’t care.
Instinct was in control of my dick and I was gently humping into Becky’s crotch. We could feel each other’s sex through our clothes. The look in her eyes said she wanted more and I bent my face to hers and for the first time we kissed. An electric thrill raced through my body. I had kissed a few other girls at parties and even my friend’s little sister. But it was nothing like this. I felt my balls on the verge of exploding and rolled quickly off of Becky rather than come in my pants.
“Sorry,” I said noting her look of disappointment. “Something was about to happen.” A little blush came over her already flushed face. She started to get up. “Wait,” I said, and moved over putting a hand on her shoulder and kissed her again. When her eyes opened again they were dreamy, almost misty looking.
“We better go, the kids might see us,” she breathed. We both wanted to avoid the taunting of the brats. We rounded them up and started walking home the young ones running ahead. I reached sideways and took Becky’s hand and held it until we got closer to the kids. Inside the house the terrible trio downed a pitcher of Kool-Aid, and reminded Becky they had been invited over to Darrel’s house and would eat dinner with him.
When the silence descended from their departure, Becky and I looked at each other realizing, almost uncomfortably that we were alone. We sat on the couch, each with a glass of iced tea. Our thoughts were meshed, each wanting to say something about the happening in the park but neither knowing what to say. Adolescent urges and animal magnetism pulled at us. I was finally inspired.
“So when are you going to show me the sexy underwear the kids say you got?” She looked at me smugly a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I’m not supposed to show you my underwear,” she said, feigning a shy look. “But I want to see it,” I said. “Well maybe I’ll show you.” “How about now,” I said. She eyed me thoughtfully, set the tea on a table and stood up. “Wait here,” she said, and went to the bedroom she shared with her brother and sister.
A few minutes later a miniature fashion show started. Becky emerged wrapped in a beach towel which she quickly dropped. “This is my new swim suit,” she announced. It was a one-piece, aqua in color with small white polka dots. It was cute, but fit rather loosely to allow for growth and appeared to be slightly enhanced at the top. Then she appeared in flowery, baby doll pajamas, explaining she needed some nice ones for potential sleep overs. The top hung loosely and the bottoms were puffy and lacy.
Next she let one bare leg snake out from the doorway announcing she had several set of these before stepping out and displaying a pink panty and top set. The top was like a thin tank hanging from thin straps but allowed the little points of her breasts to show. The panty was more of a brief fitting snugly around her slim butt and mound. Now things were getting sexy. The next set was a pastel flowered training bra and matching panties. They were no sexier than one could see in the Sears Catalog but seeing them on Becky was having its effect on my tool.
“I’ve only got one more set,” Becky announced, “But you have to go in my mom’s room first.” I stood up and walked in the parlor like room and sat down. A few minutes later Becky’s voice came from the hall. “You have to close your eyes and not open them until I tell you,” I heard her say. I complied and heard her come in the room. “You can open them now,” she announced.
I blinked and saw her peeking around the tall swivel mirror her mom had in the room. When she stepped around the big mirror my heart almost stopped. She was now wearing a skimpy pale blue bikini panty and a lacy training bra. They were both almost transparent. I could see the dark circles of her nipples and the slit of her pussy. “Oh, my God,” I heard myself say.
“Do you like?” she asked coyly.
“Oh my God, Do I ever,” I squeaked out. I was afraid my dick would burst out of my shorts.
Becky padded a step or two closer smiling as I ogled the sexiness in front of me. “Mom said I could pick out one sexy set and I chose these. “You like?” I choked a yes. Mom says there’s a problem with undies like these,” she offered. I looked up at her face.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“She says girls don’t’ get to wear ‘em long ‘because they make boys horny and then they want to take them off.” She had a sly little grin. “Do they make you horny?” she asked. I nodded, “Oh, yes.” “Well,” she said and stepped closer. I got the message and reached around running my hand over the curve of her slim butt. Then I slipped my fingers under the thin elastic at her waist and hips and slowly started pulling it down. Clearing the pale skin above the mound it revealed a shadow where downy pubes would soon appear. Slipping my fingers farther back I pulled the thin garment over Becky’s slim hips. The fabric fell down and her feminine treasure was displayed. The little tube of flesh was even more prominent than usual, appearing to almost stand out like a miniature dick.
I thought about what Riley and I had done with each other and considered touching it with my mouth. Instead I slid my hands up under the thin training bra and pushed it over Becky’s head. I was at eye level with the cones on her chest and recalled what I had done with Alicia. Leaning forward I took a nipple between my lips.
Becky gasped in surprise. “You’re being nasty,” she breathed, but didn’t push me away.
“I know,” I agreed and suckled a little more between my lips and ran my hands over her bare backside.
Becky’s heart was beating faster, right with mine. I moved my lips and slipped them over the other nipple. A little shiver went through her body and she began breathing harder. My hands were now running all over her tight butt, and she was holding my head to her chest.
“Out on the lawn a while ago,” she started, “We were almost doing it. Were you thinking about it, you know, like what we talked about, like grown-ups do?”
“Yes,” I admitted. I had imagined lying between her legs, naked with my dick in her, “I was wondering what it would be like.”
“Me, too,” she breathed. I looked up at her. Her face was slightly flushed and her eyes reflected her excitement. She hesitated a few seconds, “So do you want to, try it, I mean?”
“Very much so,” I answered.
“I do too,” she admitted and pulled me to my feet and then against her naked body. She looked up at me pleadingly and I bent my head to kiss her letting my hands go around her naked butt. She stepped back a little and I let my hands move around to cup her firm little cones. She began nervously attacking the snap and zipper of my shorts. They came down taking my underwear with them. My shirt went over my head and Becky reached down and took hold of my throbbing penis while my fingers probed at her sex. I backed her over to her mother’s bed and she sat on the edge then scooted up on her elbows leaving her legs over the side. Becky reached for my throbbing dick and pulled it toward her. She pushed up on the bed a little farther and leaned back spreading her legs with her heels on the edge. Then she placed her fingers on either side of her pussy lips and pulled them apart baring the pink crevice, the fleshy pink folds and the tiny hole at the bottom.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted quietly.
“Me either,” I said, as I moved between her legs and found myself stroking my shaft in anticipation. “Go ahead, I’m ready,” she said, with a note of urgency in her voice. I moved closer to the edge of the bed, and looked down. Taking my quivering shaft in my hand I lined up the target. I rubbed up and down in the crevice collecting moisture until my tip rested against Becky’s hole. I pushed in a little until my knob was surrounded by the delicate folds. Pushing a little more, I felt the most incredible warm, tight, wet feeling grip the crown of my dick like a stiff ring. I pushed a little harder and felt the helmet go in a little ways more but then felt the tight little tunnel start to resist. I pressed a little harder and Becky’s legs spread widely and her look was almost desperate. The tip moved a few millimeters then a few more, and then it sort of popped through. Becky gasped a quick intake of breath and squeezed my arms. I held still a few seconds then gradually pressed some more in. I felt the walls of her sheath resist then gradually relax and begin to stretch around my shaft. Lust was beginning to take command of my body and I pushed more firmly into the tight wet tunnel feeling it resist again, grip and finally stretch to allow the rest of me in.
Becky winced, almost writhing as I slowly impaled her on my flesh. I wasn’t sure if it was agony or ecstasy. She alternated between pushing and pulling at my naked hips as if she wanted it and didn’t but finally encouraging me farther. I pressed in more slowly and felt Becky groan as her body stretched around my intrusion. In a few seconds more I was in completely, our pubic bones were touching. I held still savoring the most amazing sensation of my life. Then to my horror I felt the eruption starting to build in my loins. “Not yet,” I screamed to myself, “I just started.” I drew back a little feeling my shaft slip in Becky’s moist tunnel. Then fearing my rising tide I pumped back into her finishing only four or five short strokes before erupting, pouring a salvo of teen semen into her no longer virgin womb.
With each pulse I felt more slickness around my shaft and worried for a second that it might leak out on her mother’s bed. I felt her legs tighten around me and she looked up at me with a look of a new sensation. I bent to her face and kissed her hard on the mouth as my spasms subsided. Our bodies glistened with sweat. I raised my head and looked at her.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I went off too fast.”
“It’s OK, she said, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I could feel it sort of filling me.”
“Is it OK? I mean, I wasn’t sure when I started to put it in…” I said.
“It hurt at first but it’s OK, now.”
I realized I was still imbedded and not completely soft. I moved just a little. “I wanted it to last longer,” I lamented.
“It’s OK, it happened to me up at the park?”
“Really?” I said.
She nodded sheepishly. You were rubbing me just right and made me so horny,” she said. “So I wanted to come back and do it for real. I wanted to do it that other day,” she continued, “I heard my mom and her boyfriend doing it the other night and I pretended it was you and I in my bed doing it.”
“Well you don’t have to pretend anymore,” I said. While we had been talking my dick had been re-inflating and I had begun to gradually move inside her. Her eyebrows raised and she smiled. I moved out a little ways then back in and felt my resolve stiffen even more. After two or three more slow short strokes I was back in business. Becky’s hands tightened on my arms and her legs went around me again. I began moving in and out in a slow steady rhythm.
A few minutes ago I had no idea what I was doing and neither did Becky. Now our instincts and the blend of our bodies had taken over to mold us into lovers. The tightness was still there gripping my shaft with each gentle plunge, but the moisture her body provided and the residue from my earlier deposit allowed my dick to slide satisfactorily.
“You feel really good,” I whispered moving up close to Becky’s ear.
“So do you,” she whispered back. I turned my head and kissed her, gently at first and then more firmly. Then recalling the reports I had heard I parted my lips and probed hers. I felt her eyes flicker and then her lips parted, too and I let my tongue pass her lips. Electricity passed through both of us and I began moving a little faster inside her.
Becky’s knees were spread widely and her heels were behind my knees. Her arms were over my shoulders with her hands around my head. I pulled my lips from hers and started plunging harder and faster almost falling out a few times.
“Umm, umm, umm,” escaped quietly from her and her breathing was deeper. We had been going like this for several minutes and I could feel my well water rising.
All of a sudden Becky’s legs splayed out widely and she gripped my bare butt pulling me harder into her. A muted groan almost like a mew escaped from her and she gasped. I could feel a tremor in her body and her love tunnel clamping my tool. It sent me over the edge and my balls erupted for the second time spewing the semen I had left. A wave of satisfaction washed over me as I flexed the last inside Becky’s immature womb. I had made Becky come and filled her with my seed. I was now a man and the world’s greatest lover.
We had stayed naked as long as we dared after we wiped up the residue from our love making. Then we reluctantly dressed but still sat cuddling on the couch. I felt like there was a lot we wanted to say to each other but nothing seemed necessary. We seemed to know right from the start of the summer what each other was thinking and that we wanted to try things together. Every time I would sneak glances at her long slim legs or the bumps on her chest my dick would get hard. It seemed like every time I got hard she was looking at it.
Becky’s mom seemed to sense the electricity between us as well and didn’t try to discourage it. It was almost as if she thought it was cute and reliving some her childhood through her daughter. I wasn’t really thinking about all that at the time. I just knew my dick was always hard, Becky was cute and willing and we really liked each other. Becky started talking quietly and told me some of the things her mom had told her when they had “the talk”. They reviewed the feeble attempt at sex education at school and her mom had filled in some blanks. She knew all about boys’ anatomy from her brother and his friend’s naked play. And she had seen George and a couple of neighbor kids’ as well. But she wasn’t sure how it all worked until the explanations that followed when she had interrupted her mother and her boyfriend.
A sort of green light to experiment was added last summer when her mom’s boyfriend brought his son over who was visiting his dad from out of town where he lived with his mother. The boyfriend had a little too much to drink and the two were going to spend the night. It was obvious where the boyfriend would sleep. When it was approaching bed time the kids had been directed to the bath tub. Then the tipsy parents chuckled and instructed Becky to supervise her siblings and share with the other boy presenting it as saving hot water. Then they closed the bathroom door behind them saying things like teaching him about girls and making sure he got clean.
His name was Billy and he was only nine and Becky had assumed earlier that he would have been included with the younger kids. The boy watched the other kids undress grinning like a Cheshire cat then he doffed his baggy underwear and showed his stiff little stick. He tugged on it gently between his thumb and first finger as he watched the younger kids bathe. Then he reminded Becky she was to bathe with him and waited eagerly for her to undress and join him in the tub.
The boy ogled her naked body then invited Becky to wash him making sure he presented his little pecker and tiny ball sack. Then without really asking permission boldly began to repeat the activity with Becky. She had been exposed to and bathed her little brother many times but this was the first time she had really messed around with a boy even one two years younger. There had been nothing more than “touchy-feely” and her mother had advised her later she didn’t think there was harm in it and filled in some more of her liberal philosophy.
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Her mom’s schedule had changed, and the older lady was looking in on them more often. As much as we tried to arrange getting together alone it was several days before it happened again. Becky had whispered as I left the day before that the old lady was going to be gone and that her mom was working both breakfast and lunch until afternoon. I woke up with my dick stiff in anticipation and couldn’t control it without jacking off at least once. I made some excuse to my mom about leaving early and trudged over to Becky’s house.
The two younger kids were lounging around in their underwear watching cartoons. Empty cereal bowels and juice glasses indicated they had finished breakfast. “Why don’t you kids get dressed and go outside to play before it gets too hot,” Becky suggested, glancing my way with an agenda showing on her face.
“We want to watch this,” the duo protested. Becky and I knew each other well enough at this point to sense what the other was thinking. I could feel the sexual magnetism between us and my dick started to swell.
“OK, but keep the volume down,” Becky instructed, “We’re going to play a game in mom’s room”. A tiny smile twitched at the corners of her mouth as she led me into the bedroom and closed the door, quietly turning the lock. “Just in case,” she said quietly. She was standing in front of me expectantly.
“So what do you want to do?” she said unsmiling but with a gleam in her eye.”
“I liked what we did the other day, didn’t you?” She nodded with a sheepish grin. “I think we should do it again, don’t you?”
“I think so,” she agreed quietly.
“What about the kids?” I asked.
“They won’t bother us, it’s the rules. Besides, “I’ve caught them doing all sorts of stuff. They’ve probably already got their pants down. So they won’t say anything, we can do what we want.” She looked up at me, invitingly.
I moved closer and closed my arms around her and kissed her gently on the lips. In my dreams and fantasies I kissed her a lot. I felt her body shudder. She stepped back smiling and slightly flushed. She was wearing a long print skirt and a knit top. The tips of her budding tits were showing under the top. I knew she didn’t have a lot of clothes but I still thought it a little odd considering the warm weather. But when she moved across the room and sat down against a stack of throw pillows and raised her leg, bending at the knee, I understood. She was naked under the skirt and baring her bald pussy for me.
She smiled seductively at me. “That’s convenient,” I observed.
“Saves time,” she said, and then she moved over, tossing some pillows on the floor and lying back on them, letting her skirt ride up over her bent knees. She put one hand on one knee and let her legs spread. Her skirt formed a nest for her hips and the whole of her hairless sex was on display. Her mound crowned the crevice that was held apart by the slim finger of skin. A pointed little bump poked out from the middle and the area below was pink where it pointed to the sacred channel. I could even see the little brown hole a little farther down. I tugged at the elastic of my gym-style shorts dropping them to the floor with my underwear revealing my pulsing boy dick, and quickly tugged my tee shirt over my head.
Without ever saying a word, Becky was asking me to fuck her. The invitation was too much and I dropped to my knees between hers and shuffled forward pointing my dick at the target. She reached down and parted her pussy lips and I touched my tip to her crevice moving up and down to gather some moistures. She was wet and ready and only let me move my dick a few times before taking hold of it and pulling the tip into her. As soon as her lips parted she pulled her hand back and I pushed in slowly stretching her tight tunnel for only the second time. Becky chewed her lower lip while the stretching lasted then relaxed as we felt almost all of me inside. She let her legs drape over my thighs and I leaned over her resting on my knees and began to move. I had hoped to make love to Becky today. But right now she just wanted to fuck and that was fine with me. I was glad I had jacked off in the morning helping me hold out longer. Still I had just really got a rhythm going before I blasted my immature seed into Becky’s still barren womb.
I slowed like a freight train keeping my tool imbedded. Becky was looking up at me her expression telling me she had felt my orgasm and hadn’t felt hers yet. I had heard that often girls didn’t feel it, but the gentle motion of her hips told me she wanted to keep going. Fortunately the slippery friction on my unit was keeping me hard or nearly so. I moved with slower shorter strokes not wanting to risk my semi softness falling out. Pausing a moment I took hold of the bottom edge of Becky’s top and lifted it up. She helped and we slipped the knit over her head baring her pointed little cones. Leaning back on my knees I pulled Becky up over me so she was straddling my thighs. Her pussy ground down on me pressing our pubic bones together and I felt myself getting solid again inside her. I pulled at her skirt finding the zipper and loosened it so it would slip upward over her head. Now we were completely naked.
I rubbed her little cones wishing I could bend enough to suck them. Becky’s knees were under my arms and her feet were flat on the floor. She folded both arms around my neck, kissed me hard, and began grinding down on my pubic bone. I realized she must be massaging that little finger of skin and gripped her firm bare butt cheeks and met her motion with mine. We ground against each other for several minutes. My knees and ankles were starting to hurt from sitting on them. But the pussy grip on my dick was ample compensation. Becky’s breath started coming in gasps next to my ear and she started making little mewing sounds. Then she pressed even harder against me and I felt a shudder go through her body, then another, and another. My body began to ache and I wanted to follow my dick and crawl clear up inside her. I settled for pushing her over on her back again and pounding my pole into her while she wrapped her legs around my middle. I felt the surge begin then grow quickly until what meager supply of boy come I had left spilled out of my loins into Becky’s waiting womb.
Our bodies, glistening with moisture, went limp and we rolled away from each other lying quietly until our breathing returned to normal. Becky reached up on a table and retrieved some tissue blotting between her legs where some of my stickiness had leaked. I wiped the residue from my wilting cock and by mutual consent we dressed. Pausing at the door before we opened it I pulled Becky around to face me and circled my arms around her, pulling her to me and kissing her gently on the lips. Our lips parted and our tongues dueled and I let my hand drop to nicely rounded butt. She was still naked under her skirt and I cupped her cheek and pressed my body against her. My other hand found its way under her top working up over her bare back and pressing her tiny tits into my chest. I felt my dick swelling in my shorts again. Becky felt it, too and pushed me back grinning. “We better check on the kids,” she said, “Besides, I’m getting a little sore.” Then as I nodded and reached for the door knob she added, “Maybe a little later.”
Riley and his sister were on vacation with their parents and I couldn’t spend every minute at Becky’s. I sensed her mother knew what was going on and just hadn’t said anything. But now that I knew what pussy was all about I was ready for more. Out of habit I cruised by Riley’s house on my bike then turned up another street. I saw a familiar figure pedaling my way and pulled up at the curb. It was Alicia. She smiled when she saw me and pulled up to the curb in front of me.
“Hi, what ‘cha doin’?” She asked. “Nothing, just riding around, kind of bored,” I answered. “Me, too,” she said. We acknowledged that Riley and Kim were gone, and traded some small talk. I took notice of the snug tank top and shorts she was wearing. Her little cones of tits were clearly on display and her shorts bared almost all of her thighs. I hadn’t seen her since that night in Riley’s basement and wondered if I should bring it up. She did instead. “So that was fun over at Kim’s house,” she offered. “Yeah, it was,” I responded. Alicia hesitated almost nervously like she was wondering what to say. “Kim really liked what you did,” she said finally, “I think it was the first time she got off.” I nodded without a response. “I had to tell her what happened and kind of explain some stuff. She really didn’t know much. She hasn’t even had sex ed yet but they don’t teach you much. Anyway she thought it was fun.”
I had to agree with that and then found myself wondering how Alicia had become so knowledgeable.
She fidgeted a little on her bike. “So did Riley tell you they did it?” Alicia blurted out. “Yeah, I know,” I said. “I don’t think she liked it as much as what you did,” she went on. “I told her she might have to try it again sometime, with someone else.” I suspected who she meant. “Maybe we can all get together again,” I suggested. “Maybe,” she acknowledged. “That would be fun.” She fidgeted again like there was more she wanted to say. “So have you, you know, done it before?” “A couple of times,” I admitted without adding that it was only last week. “Me, too,” she said, “A couple of times.”
We looked at each other and sensed a subliminal message. Alicia was not particularly pretty. She was plain and a little chunky, not fat just stocky. But she was a girl and she was willing to do stuff. I remembered her looking toward me that night and I pictured her naked again. My dick stirred in my pants and venturing boldly I said, “Maybe you and I should get together?”
“Maybe,” she said and sort of smiled, “That might be fun.”
I decided to go for it, “So would you want to do it with me?” Her eyes rolled up at me and a sort of seductive look came over her. “I guess so,” she said. I was thinking sometime in the future when she added, “There’s no one home at my place, and we could go there if you want.” It took only seconds for me to accept and she pedaled off with me following. We parked our bikes in the carport and she located a key, leading me in through the kitchen right to her room.
It was a typical girls’ room, I suppose. She shared with her older sister who was at work all day. Her parents, she had said were visiting her aunt and no one would return until late afternoon or evening. She identified her bed and sat on the edge. “So I guess we should get undressed,” she said after a short silence. Then with little ceremony she pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. I gazed at her budding tits and pulled my tee shirt over my head. I let my eyes fall back on her pointed cones and uttered, “Nice.”
She puffed her chest up a prideful smile of invitation on her face and I reached forward and cupped both cones in the palms of my hands. Alicia let me fondle her a few seconds before standing up and unzipping her shorts. She pushed them down and then hooked her thumbs in her pink cotton panties and pushed them down as well. By the time her underwear dropped to her ankles my shorts and jockeys were gone leaving a pulsing boy pole pointing right at her. Her eyes were on my crotch and after studying a few seconds I took her hand and placed it on my bouncing boy pole. “Nice” she said echoing my earlier comment. When I felt her fingers close around my cock and cradle my balls I reached between Alicia’s legs and found her warm honeypot. When a finger began to intrude she let her legs spread and rolled her hips slightly. I traced her slit up and down touching the little flange of skin and encouraging the little knob to slip out. Then I located the wet warm hole at the bottom and slipped first one then another finger inside.
Alicia drew in a breath then backed up to edge of the bed pulling me toward her by my tool. Lying back she spread her legs widely opening her gash. There was no making out or foreplay. Our conversation had stirred us to point of simply wanting to fuck. My knob slipped over the opening a couple of times before popping into what felt like a ring of flesh. I found myself able to slide it easily. She was tight but not as tight as Becky and very wet. I slipped forward and in one long stroke my dick disappeared into her cavern. I watched between us as her sex swallowed mine. I pressed until I felt her pubic bone amazed that I was totally buried and our sparse pubes mingled.
I backed off a little then pushed back in. A few short strokes sent my libido racing toward the edge and I accelerated. Alicia was bigger and heavier set than Becky with wider hips and muscular thighs. She was sort of a tom-boy but her female hormones had taken control. I pumped harder into her feeling myself losing control and much sooner than I wanted felt the geyser rise within me. I held on as long as I could before spewing boy come into the girl. She could feel my dick surging inside her and flexed her body to me even harder willing her own release. I kept going as long as I could; fearing my nuts might explode, until Alicia gasped and I felt her body tense and release. We had done it.
As my dick wilted and started to slip out, and my breathing was returning to normal, I felt an instant flash of guilt. Becky was sort of my girlfriend now, and I really liked her. And I had just done it with another girl. I rolled sideways and Alicia sort rolled with me as my wet dick slipped out of her and came to rest on her thigh. She didn’t seem to mind the stickiness that came with it. “That was fun,” she announced, leaning up on an elbow looking at me. “I’ve only done it with my cousin and his friend,” she said, “But I liked it with you better, you made me come.” I was still adjusting to the concept that girls could feel the same satisfaction I felt. When the feeling first came over me, I had assumed it to be a male exclusive. We lay there for a few minutes before Alicia rolled back and looked between her legs. “Sticky,” she said and reached for some tissue. She handed me one and pressed another between her legs. I wiped the crustiness of my own issue from the tip of my dick.
“My cousin got me all sticky, too,” she offered tossing the tissue aside. There was a moment or two of awkward silence. I wanted to ask her about her experience but decided not to. Then she volunteered. “When I was visiting my aunt and uncle last summer me and my cousin, he was 13, and one of his friends, who was 12, did a camp out in his yard. My aunt asked if I should be sleeping out with the boys but my mom thought it was OK. I guess she thought I was too young for boys to be interested but she was wrong. I’d played around with my cousin some before, so after everyone went to bed we got naked and he just climbed on me and did it. We did it a couple of times and his friend did it once, too. I didn’t get off or anything but it was fun.”
While she was talking, Alicia was lying on one elbow facing me. She started tracing my chest with one finger. I turned toward her and let my fingers drift over the pointed nipple on one of her budding tits. We let our fingers mirror each other eventually tracing down toward our middles. My deflated dick was beginning to rise again. I bent over and sucked one nipple into my mouth and her dialog ended. I moved my mouth to the other and felt her hand around my head encouraging me. Letting my fingers move farther down I crossed the downy pubes that were just beginning to mark her treasure and touched the little nub of flesh. Alicia groaned rolling on her back and letting her legs splay open. I pressed into her moist crack, rubbed up and down a few times and then plunged a finger into her wet hole. After a few minutes of finger fucking I rolled over on top of Alicia and probed with my dick again. It went in even easier this time and we did it for much longer even trying a couple of positions.
As I rode home on my bike I was filled with a mix of feelings. I was proud of myself and my good fortune with Alicia. And my interest was tweaked when Alicia suggested another get together with Riley and Kim, allowing that we would be partnering with them. All this sex was new but I liked it, and wanted more. But another part of me felt guilty. I really liked Becky. It was different with her. It wasn’t just sex. We felt so good together. She made me want to kiss her all the time. I didn’t even kiss Alicia and she didn’t seem to expect it.
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