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Sunshine Follows the Rain
Chapter 6 Experimenting bg g gb
Billy and Shelly had pulled apart when Amy gathered up to leave. Shelly wanted to engage Amy in conversation about their adventures but she said she needed to hurry home. She and he brother said good-byes, still naked as she went out the door. Billy’s little 3 inch tool was still standing up stiffly glistening with his sister’s juices. Shelly quickly turned her attention to Rex and eyed his limp tool.
“So was it fun, you did it, huh? Did you get it in all the way?” Shelly released a bundle of the questions she had intended for Amy.
“Yeah it was fun, and I got most of it in,” Rex answered his precocious cousin.
“I want to do it some more,” Shelly announced. “Let’s go in on the bed.” She grabbed Rex by the hand and pulled him after her. Billy followed right behind. They piled on the bed and spent the better part of an hour just playing around feeling each other, poking and probing.
Shelly pressed Rex’s cock into her hole a few times but still she couldn’t get more than the end in. Finally she took up residence lying on top of her teen-aged cousin pressing his dick between them and giving her an interesting sensation as it rubbed in her wet crack and up against her little knob.
At one point, Billy observing his sister’s spread butt cheeks moved up between Rex’s legs behind her. Rex felt some movement and Shelly said, “Hey! What are you doing?”
“I just want to try something,” he said with a sneaky tone to his voice.
“That’s not supposed to go in there,” Shelly announced, turning her head back.
“I just want to try it,” Billy said.
“He’s trying to put it in my butt,” Shelly said. Rex let his hands go around the girls back side. He felt Billy’s hips just above the nicely rounded orbs and then felt the little stick where Billy was probing at his sister’s hole.
“It might feel good,” Rex suggested. Shelly eyed him suspiciously. “Boy’s do it to each other all the time.”
“Really?” she frowned showing her doubt. But she didn’t protest when Rex helped his boy cousin by pulling the girls slim tight cheeks apart and moving his finger until he located the hole. Reaching up, Rex felt Billy’s little dick. The smart boy had slicked it with something. He helped Billy point at the little hole and with no resistance from the girl the little stick slipped right in.
In minutes Shelly was biting her bottom lip the friction of Rex’s big dick against her tiny clit and the sensation of her brother’s dick in her rectum were taking her where she had seldom gone. She bucked and shuddered, Rex heard Billy gasp and his own dick splashed a generous portion of boy come on his belly spreading stickiness liberally between him and Shelly.
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Diane endured her little sister’s prattle and excitement about leaving for camp but her new found knowledge and her own experiences were more readily on her mind. Especially at night, as she lay in bed, thoughts and images flashed as if on a scroll and she found herself stealthily sneaking a hand under the light night shirts she had adopted and into her panties. She imagined boys she knew at school and in the neighborhood and what they might look like.
It was strange, she thought, how some boys were so dumb and stupid acting even a year ago that now seemed different. Lots of boys in her class were still “geeky” and juvenile but still were kind of cute. She really kind of liked it when they teased her and the other girls who were developing curves.
She sort of, envied girls who had brothers. Several of the girls at school admitted to “messing around” with brothers or cousins. There were rumors that everybody “made out” and lots of kids in Jr. High had “done it”. Sharon Rogers, one of the more mature girls in her sixth grade class, had even bragged about “doing it” with a high school boy. There were lots of mixed messages coming from adults about sex. Some said don’t do anything until you’re married. But that was so old fashioned. There were hippies and free love orgies and magazines at the drug store that showed everything, she was told. And she had only seen one boy’s thing, his penis, dick, cock. As she faded to sleep she decided to go back to the tree house with Corey.
It was her little sister’s turn to go to camp and she left early the next day. Diane had been awake when she had left but stayed in bed. She wondered for a few seconds if her little sister might experience anything like she had at her camp. There were even boys at her sister’s camp but also lots of counselors. Besides they weren’t as mature or interested in sex yet, she decided.
She got up after a few minutes of quiet in the house and pulled her night shirt off. She pushed her door shut even though she was pleasantly alone for a while. Eyeing her self in the mirror with her sister’s taunting, she ran her hands over her perky cone-shaped tits. It was kind of amusing, she thought, how boys looked at her now that they had grown. Even grown men looked at her now. Her dad had even raised an eyebrow when she had walked around in her thin night shirt knowing that he could almost see through it.
Slowly she let her hands slide down over her slim flat stomach and under the elastic of her pale blue panties. She touched the soft downy strands of hair that were just beginning to curl in places. Then her middle finger touched the little flap of skin and instantly she felt the little knob harden. Just circling over it a few times brought a surge of tingling. She let her hand drift lower under the fabric until the middle finger found her moist opening.
As if something alien had taken control over her, she tugged her panties down and off of her ankles. She looked at herself again in the mirror and placed her fingers over the straw colored strands of hair and pulled apart the lips of her pussy. Holding herself open with one hand she pummeled the little knob with two fingers of her other hand. After a few seconds she backed up to her bed and lay back across it. She spread her legs and slowly pressed one of the two fingers into her tight opening. When there was no discomfort she added the second and pressed them in as deeply as she could.
Remembering the instruction Margie had given her at camp, she started pushing in and out collecting more moisture. When she let her other hand move to the lump at the top of her slit it was like lightning striking and a cold water splash all at once. Diane closed her eyes and rolled her head back imagining that a handsome boy was doing this to her. And then chills and spasms shook her body until she heard her self gasp. When she relaxed she felt almost embarrassed and glad that no one had been home.
She was thinking about what had happened that morning as she wandered over toward the Paulsen boys’ house. It was an amazing feeling and it had to be even better with a boy. She kept asking her self questions. Was she really going to go up with Corey? Was she going to get naked with him? Did she really want to do anything else? She was nervous about being seen just going up to their house so she took a path down through the woods and brush toward the old river bed and looped around approaching their infamous tree house from below.
The giant oak spread above her as she came up over the slight ridge and she heard some pounding noises. Expecting to see Corey engaged in some project. Instead she came upon his younger brother, Carl. The boy was the same age as her sister and frankly cuter than Corey. Her sister thought so anyway and had admitted she had a crush on the boy. They had been playmates when they were younger but now Deana was taller and much closer to puberty than Carl was, and acted aloof when she was around him.
“Hey, Diane what are you doing?” Carl asked.
“Oh, just out walking around,” she answered. “What are you doing?”
“Making a shutter for one of the upper windows,” he answered. “The wind comes in sometime.”
“Oh,” she said. “Where’s your brother?”
“He’s at a friend’s house across town. He’s spending the night.” Carl eyed Diane’s lithe form and the tanned legs that exited from her shorts. Her budding boobs were legendary among the neighborhood boys and they were showing nicely in a tight crop top. He instantly pictured his brother’s description of her naked charms and began to swell with envy.
“So where is your sister?” Carl asked. Deana was just a younger version of her sister who was transforming from his tom-boy friend to a foxy girl. He had played “show me” games with Deana when they were younger and had been trying desperately to get her up in the tree house to investigate her approaching transformation. He thought he might be getting close and now was a little disappointed knowing she was gone to camp.
Diane noticed his disappointment and wondered if he and her sister had already gone up in the tree house together. She wouldn’t blame her sister. She had claimed him off and on as her boyfriend. The boy was immature but really cute, with dark curly hair and brown eyes. She noticed his legs were nicely tanned but didn’t even show a trace of hair. He displayed some muscle tone but still had the chest and shoulders of a boy. A couple of years of maturity would make him the heart throb of the Jr. High.
“So I guess you and I are alone, huh?” Diane wondered at the sound of that as she said it.
Carl wondered, too. “Could he…would she?” flashed through his mind. It was worth a try. She was a fox. His brother had repeated the story of getting naked with her that one time as a prelude to their jacking off. Carl was inspired. “I’ve got to see if this fits. Do you want to go up with me?” He looked at her hopefully.
Diane could almost read what Carl was thinking. He was wondering if he could get her to take something off. At first she was amused and then she reasoned, “Why not?” He was young but he was male. And he had male parts that she wanted to see again. And she didn’t feel intimidated by him. Rather, she could threaten him to secrecy and control the situation.
“So do I have to pay the usual toll?” she asked slyly.
Carl liked the sound of that. “Well, yeah, I mean, would you?” he stammered.
“It’s the rules isn’t it?” she stated more than questioned and turned toward the ladder.
Carl was so excited he almost forgot to bring he shutter behind him that he had secured to a rope. He watched Diane’s beautiful butt disappear through the hatch door and then clambered up behind her. After pulling the shutter through, he closed the hatch.
There was enough room to stand but Diane stayed on her knees as did Carl. “So now I guess I have to pay the toll?” she asked feeling almost smug at the effect she was having on the boy and surprising herself with her boldness.
“Like you said, it’s the rules,” Carl answered, feeling excitement rising in his chest and pants. Diane was amused and flattered at how anxiously the boy eyed the bumps on her chest. She reached behind and undid the knot that tied the skimpy top and slipped the other part over her head.
Carl gasped as the near perfect pointed tits came into view. “Oh, God, Diane, they’re beautiful,” the boy breathed. Diane reveled in the effect thrusting her chest up to the best view. “Now, don’t you have to take something off?”
“Hmm? What? Oh, I guess so,” the boy said still mesmerized by the view. He had not heard the new rules his brother invented but instinctively went along whipping his tee shirt over his head.
His slim boy’s chest was nicely tanned and Diane had already observed that the boy had nicely toned arms and chest but had not really started filling out into manhood. It made her a little more confident and in control. She smiled to herself as Carl’s eyes stayed glued to her chest. And she also noticed an obvious lump in his shorts. A little twinge of guilt at doing this with a younger boy passed quickly. Becoming bolder she decided to press forward.
“So I guess you and Corey have had lots of girls up here, huh?” Diane queried. Corey looked up and grinned. The Carlson boys’ reputation in the neighborhood had exceeded reality. They had succeeded in getting a few younger girls naked and even felt a couple of naked pussies. But most of the female nudity was in the pages of magazines they had acquired and most of the activity was between boys, looking at magazines, telling stories, and jacking off. Occasionally it led to some more aggressive experiments with each other.
“Umm, yeah,” Carl stammered. “But none were as pretty as you,” he added quickly, acknowledging to himself that none they seen had real tits yet.
Diane felt herself blush slightly at the complement. There was a slight pause as Carl’s eyes dropped, once again, to Diane’s budding chest. Carl pressed his wrist into the crotch of his cut-offs as his swollen dick was pressing against its confinement.
Diane noticed the boy’s discomfort and took the lead again. He had always been cocky and teasing around the girls before. Now he seemed almost mesmerized. “So do lots of the girls you bring up here get naked with you?”
Carl looked up at Diane again wondering hopefully where this was going. “Some do,” he answered. The vision of her with his brother was now more real and his confidence came roaring back. “My brother told me about what you and he did, I mean when you both got naked, and said that you were really cool, and look really good, naked, and…” he blushed a little at his comment, then hesitatingly asked, “So, would you? I mean, would you want to, with me?”
“Maybe,” Diane answered, as she eyed the boy thoughtfully. “But only if you got naked, too.”
“I will, if you will,” Carl said excitement creeping into his voice.
“So, if I take something off then you will, right?” Diane confirmed.
“Yeah,” Carl responded eagerly.
“OK,” Diane said quietly, and stood up on her knees again while she unfastened the snap at her waist, pulled the zipper and pushed her shorts to her knees.
Carl was a little hesitant, even after Diane said, “Your turn”. He knew he wasn’t quite as big as his brother down there, and he had no hair yet. He wasn’t sure how many boys Diane had seen and worried that she might laugh at him. But this chance was too good to pass up. He fumbled quickly at his own snap and zipper pushing his cut off jeans past the major lump in his white jockey shorts and off of his ankles.
Now it was Diane’s eyes that were riveted. The stiffness in Carl’s shorts was pushing the cotton fabric away from his body. She was aware, of course, that the skimpy panties she had chosen today were sheer enough to almost see through, a fact that had not been lost on young Carl.
“So shall we do the rest at the same time?” Diane suggested, anxious to see more of what was causing Carl’s discomfort.
“Sure,” he answered and scooted a little closer to Diane on his knees. “Are you ready” he asked, his thumbs already hooked in the elastic at his waist. Diane had matched his position and Carl peered anxiously at the mound that was about to be revealed.
Without saying anything the two pushed the last cover of their modesty down their hips to their knees. Both sets of eyes were glued to the other’s crotch. Recalling the brief look at his brother, Diane expected Carl to be smaller than Corey. He was also completely hairless. The purplish knob on the end of his three or four inch shaft appeared like a helmet. It guarded the pink skin that marked the remnants of Carl’s circumcision. The slim diameter was ample for an eleven-year-old and the organ stood proudly straight out from Carl’s body and angling up at 45 degrees. It throbbed gently with his speeding pulse. The stiff boy pole jutted out from a round sack the size and shape of a large lime or lemon.
Carl was focused on Diane’s crotch. He could see a tiny triangle of sparse blonde hairs pointing at two puffy lips parted by a narrow slit. The point of the pale arrow was almost touching the top of her crevice that surrounded a small point of skin that protruded slightly. It looked different than the tight lines of immature pussies he had seen. “But this girl was sexy, almost a woman,” he thought as desperately wanted to see more of her treasure that was hidden out of sight.
They finally looked up at each other’s faces for a moment. A subliminal message of what each of them wanted next passed between them. But was an emboldened Carl that suggested, “So do you want to, like, feel each other?”
Diane had hoped for this. “OK”.
Carl moved still closer, still on his knees and reached cautiously out for one of Diane’s tight tits. She let his hand close over it and knead slightly before nervously reaching for the small pole that was standing up between them. She circled her fingers around it amazed at what she felt. It was both hard and soft. It pulsed in her hand and made her pulse race. She kept her fingers tight around it and moved them instinctively up and down.
Carl’s dick was no stranger to his fingers, or his brother’s, or several of his friend’s. But this was the first time he had felt the cool slim fingers of a girl around his boyhood. Had he been able to produce male issue yet, he might have unloaded a stream right then. As it was he felt one of the dry seizures approaching and pulled away interrupting just as the twitching started.
“Let’s move over to the bean bags,” he suggested, brushing at his dick and hoping for a quick recovery. He moved over pulling the two low soft chairs together over a small pile of sleeping bags. “We can take turns with each other, you know, kind of looking and feeling.” He was employing the method he had used with his one sojourn with the skinny nine-year-old girl down the street.
Diane didn’t want to interrupt her examination of only the second stiff dick she had seen but went along with Carl reasoning that he was more experienced in such things even though a year younger. She moved over and settled on the bean bag.
Carl moved close and knelt on one of the sleeping bags. “I’ll do you first, and you can do me. OK?” Diane reluctantly leaned back but keeping her eyes on the stiffness at Carl’s crotch. She noticed it had gone softer for a moment but as Carl move up and put his hands on her tits she saw it bounce quickly back to life.
After massaging the wondrous tits for just a few seconds, Carl deftly put a hand on Diane’s knee and pressed slightly eyeing her reaction. She could easily read his objective and let her knees part giving him a great view of her feminine treasure. Carl moved between the girl’s knees and started with them sliding his hands along her thighs until his thumbs were at the door of her sex.
Diane felt her legs spread wider almost involuntarily as the younger boy’s hands moved up her thighs. Then his thumbs rested on her petals and started spreading them exposing her inner crevice.
Carl was in heaven. He had done something like this with that younger girl earlier this year but it wasn’t like this. That was just silly play. This was real sex with an older “woman”. He pressed his memory for all the methods, techniques and experiments that he and his friends had gathered, imagined and lied about. Now he could really try some of it.
As his thumbs spread Diane’s nether lips a pink little tube of flesh was exposed. It seemed to swell just a little with exposure to air. When he let his thumb touch it Diane’s hips flexed a little and he heard an intake of air. This must be the famous clit that the playboy articles talked about. Another touch brought another shudder from Diane and moved his fingers down vowing to return to that spot.
Carl’s touch had sent a jolt of electricity through her and she let herself slide down on the bean bag chair and closed her eyes wishing for more. His fingers explored down her crevice, stopped at her moist opening, then she felt an intrusion into the hole as Carl inserted his middle finger.
Her legs tried to close by instinct but she held them back as the boy’s finger probed deeper. She had really only expected to get naked with Corey and maybe inspect each other giving her the opportunity to get acquainted with male equipment. They were reputed to be experienced but she didn’t really know what that meant. Now the younger brother had his finger in her pussy and she liked it. But realizing she had barely touched his penis, she pushed the pleasurable hand away and sat up. “My turn, now,” she announced.
Carl was ecstatic. He had probed the nine-year-old with this same finger. But as he had progressed she squealed and pushed him away. He had gotten much farther this time and he was sure the girl had liked it. Conceding his turn and anticipating Diane’s he rolled over on the other bean bag, dropping his arms and letting his unit stand up like a flag pole.
Diane pushed Carl’s legs apart like he had done to hers, and reached up. At first she rubbed over the boy’s hard stomach muscles and over the tops of his thighs. Then she slipped behind his upstanding organ over the bare bone where hairs would soon sprout and curled her fingers, once again, around Carl’s dick.
She touched the end with her thumb, parting the pee hole then tracing the line on the bottom of the head down to the shaft. She curled her fingers again and squeezed a couple of times before letting her fingers cradle the wrinkled sack at the base. As she tugged at the skin two little acorns appeared nestled close to the eleven-year-olds body.
“So this is where sperm comes from?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Carl breathed back, reveling in the sensations at his groin. “But I don’t make any yet. I just get the feeling.”
The entire two-week curriculum of her health class scrolled rapidly through Diane’s mind. “Testicles, penis, orgasm, ejaculation,” she thought. Then more words, “come, sperm, masturbation, jacking off,” scrolled across her mind. “So you mean, you can, like have a come, but nothing comes out yet?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, reluctantly. His brother had only just recently started leaking a few drops of clear come and he lamented it might be a while before he emitted the mark of masculinity.
Diane was thoughtful for a moment as she curled her fingers around the boy’s unit once again. “Don’t boys do something like this to make them selves come?” she queried, moving the stick back and forth.
“More like this,” Carl said and put his hand over Diane’s and demonstrated the classic motion. She caught on quickly and he brought his hands back over his head watching the girl attend to him.
“If I keep doing this will it happen?” she queried?
“Yes,” he sighed, “and pretty soon.” He pushed her hand away fearful of getting “the feeling” too soon. He wanted to prolong this adventure as long as he could and he was wondering if she might let him do more.
“Is it my turn again?” he asked.
She looked at him for a few seconds disappointed that her exploration had been interrupted. Even if he was younger than her and not very developed yet, it didn’t hurt her confidence that a cute boy was anxious to get his hands on her blooming body.
Diane rolled back on the other bean bag spreading her legs and rolling her hips upward. Carl moved back between the girl’s knees and addressed the treasure in front of him. He and his buddies had speculated on how girls “jacked off” or did themselves, if in fact they did. And they had read stories in magazines about what girls’ wanted boys to do before they would let them go all the way. Now was a perfect chance for him to try it all.
Carl placed his thumbs on the girl’s love petals and spread them slightly duplicating his earlier efforts. Then assuming it was the motion of “finger fucking” that produced the desired effect for girls, he slid his middle into the opening. “Do you like this?” he asked.
Diane nodded, and resisted the urge to plunge her own fingers into her crevice, before adding, “But now rub the little spot just above.”
Carl knew right away what she meant and with his other hand touched the little tube of flesh at the top of her crack. It seemed even larger than before and had a hard little knob, like an eraser on the end. Carl couldn’t believe his luck. He and his brother had labored to get girls up the tree house to do things like this, and now the sexiest girl in the neighborhood was letting him. He kneaded the little button with the thumb of one hand while he plunged the middle finger of the other in and out of the increasing wetness of Diane’s pussy.
“Does that feel good,” Carl questioned.
“Yes,” Diane whispered, “keep going.” Carl had no intentions of quitting.
Carl looked up and grinned to himself. He pulled his middle finger out then let his first join it and slowly started pushing back in. Diane sucked in a breath of air as she felt a little stretching inside when the second finger penetrated. But it quickly subsided as Carl resumed the previous motion.
The images in Diane’s mind mixed in a flurry with her new found urges. She weighed the options, the arguments, and the opportunity. She had to ask. “So have you ever done it, I mean all the way?” she asked the pre-teen boy.
“No,” was the quiet reply. “Have you?”
“No.” The idea was planted. Carl’s dick was hard as a rock and he was aching to take advantage of his opportunity. The sexiest girl in the neighborhood was lying spread eagle in front of his with her pussy wide open and inviting.
“So would you want to, I mean, like try it, let me put it in a little?” After all the jack off fantasies and failed attempts with younger girls, Carl new this a great opportunity.
Diane waited a second her mind and body conflicted. Her mind said she shouldn’t but she was curious and her body and its rampart hormones won. “OK, maybe, just try it, a little ways.” Her pulse raced and she felt herself flush as she said it.
Carl needed no more of an invitation and jumped up on his knees and moved swiftly between Diane’s legs. He was in a dream and wasn’t going to miss this chance. He pushed his hard on down and aimed it where his fingers had just been. He tried holding the lips open while probing for the hole.
Diane was looking down between them and reached down holding the thin flaps of her labia apart for the slim pillar of flesh. Carl looked up at her, perhaps expecting her to changer her mind. She didn’t. She watched as the boy moved the purple tip into her crevice. The boy was almost shaking as moisture coated the end of his dick. He slipped and probed searching for the target before Diane took hold of the small shaft with the fingers of one hand and guided him. As soon as he felt the opening he pushed enough for the tip to disappear. She pulled her hands from between them as Carl pushed in a little more. Then he pulled his hand away and they both watched as almost four inches of little boy meat disappeared slowly into Diane’s warm sacred labyrinth.
She had forgotten the stories about how painful it was to “lose your cherry”. Thanks to her experiments and Carl’s small size, she experienced nothing really painful, just a stretching sensation as the slim young dick slid through her already dilated membrane. She knew when she felt the first entry of the tip that just a little ways wouldn’t do. She wanted it all the way in.
Carl looked up as Diane’s pussy lips touched the bone at the base of his turgid weenie. She was biting her lower lip in both apprehension and enjoyment. “Oh my God, this feels good,” he said. “Is it OK?” he asked.
Diane nodded. It was more than OK. She put her hands on either side of Carl’s bare hips and encouraged him. He pulled his dick back a little then returned it. After a few attempts at movement and several fall-outs, the two watched between them as they achieved short but steady strokes.
Carl was in heaven. He was actually doing it. His brother and tree house buddies had tried most everything among themselves, including sticking their weenie in each others’ butts occasionally. But none of them had gone “all the way” with girl yet, until now that is. And he had done it first, with Diane, and he was one of the youngest among them. His ego soared to an imagined position of neighborhood stud and he began pumping away in earnest.
Diane felt an urge to complete what she hadn’t finished with Carl’s fingers. She was actually feeling a real dick in her pussy. Her mind flashed on the lurid description Trisha had given her about how wonderful her first lover was, and realized this was going a little fast. Carl kept moving faster and faster, falling out then shoving it back in without slowing. She wanted to feel a gentle rise to romantic bliss, but Carl seemed intent on the athletics of what they were doing.
Carl’s body felt like a freight train on a steep grade. He was accelerating out of control. From the second his little purple head had slipped into Diane’s heavenly portal his body had taken control. He pumped harder and, deeper as his little tool would go, and he felt the empty heat rise through his dick and the shiver went through him. His glands clenched violently to expel the substance that it didn’t yet contain.
Diane felt the spasm and saw the boy’s eyes flutter. His body was jerking and he was pressing into her almost painfully. After a few more jolts she felt him slowing down and willed him not to stop. His body relaxed on hers and the stiffness that been filling her started to go limp.
Carl pushed up with his arms and began to slip out of Diane’s moist confines. “Not yet,” she begged to herself, “She was just starting to feel it.” But Carl was new to the mysteries of orgasms and not really aware of how it worked with girls.
“Wow, that was fantastic,” Carl announced. Diane’s eleven-year-old lover had not even noticed the motion of her hand as she pressed the small inflammation at the top of her crack, having turned to wipe the excess moisture from his dick. Nor had he grasped the unfilled need in the girl that had just given him her virginity and taken his.
Diane watched the boy and a mixture of thoughts filled her head. “She had done it, gone all the way with a boy. But he was really just a boy. And it hadn’t turned out exactly as she had hoped. They were having fun touching each other and then…he had just put it in… and she had let him. And just as it was starting to feel good it was over. And there wasn’t any kissing or anything like that.”
Carl looked up as Diane started gathering clothes and getting dressed. “Do you have to go?” She nodded. The boy was feeling puffed up. “So could we, maybe, do it again?”
Diane was quiet for a moment not knowing how to respond. “Maybe,” she offered, “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”
“Even my brother?” Carl asked. “Maybe you could do it with him?”
The prospect was not immediately appealing but Diane waffled. “Maybe sometime, but don’t tell anybody, OK?”
“OK” Carl agreed. Diane was confident Corey would know within hours and now she felt nervous. “Could anyone tell that she had done it? Would Carl blab about it to the other boys in the neighborhood?” She slipped past her mother when she reached home, making a comment about getting sweaty, and jumped into the shower. As some of her fears and pangs of guilt passed her mind wandered back to how it had felt. It had been fun, she thought, but not all that she expected. She had dreamed of something more romantic and she was starting to feel good when it was over.
Her hand drifted back to her core and she let her fingers slip back into the opening where a boy’s dick had just been. She spread some wetness from the shower and her crack over the little flap of skin and felt the little nub stiffen again. With recent experience at pleasing herself she rubbed and pressed it almost desperately until she felt the feeling she had wished for with Carl surge into her body. She jerked and gasped feeling her knees start to buckle then panicked hoping her mom couldn’t hear.
It had been fun, Diane decided, in her bed that night, actually doing it with a boy. She hugged a pillow to her body and imagined what it would be like to sleep with a boy, maybe someone older, even a man, as she drifted off to sleep.
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