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Title: The Trailer Park
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The Trailer Park
Part 1 of 5
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Standard Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction for adults only. If
you are under the age of eighteen, please immediately do what I would
have done when I was your age. Which is, delete this story from your
hard drive and/or leave this internet site. I know you've left now
like the good little boys and girls you are. But if you haven't or
for the rest of you, enjoy.
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Special Thanks to Russell Hoisington for his help in editing this
little masterpiece. He spent more time editing than I did writing,
thanks to all the typos,mis-spellings, and punctuation errors I
inflicted on him. And now that this is done, maybe he can reward all
of us with more Wynter.
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Chapter I
When I was twelve we moved. The experience was traumatic because
by this time I had discovered the joys of girls, and I had several
willing young ladies who were as eager as I to explore the mysteries
of sex and each other's bodies. We left the sunny California coast,
where every beach was an anatomy lesson in itself, and moved up to
central Washington. We also left our huge three-story house where I
had the entire third floor to myself complete with a private
entrance, if you don't mind jumping from the hill behind the house
onto the roof and going in through the window. And I didn't.
We moved into a large double wide mobile home where I had to enter
through the front door into the living room or the back door into the
kitchen. The mobile was located in the back row corner of a 120-
space trailer park about a mile from the school campus. The park was
laid out with three streets that ran north and south with trailers on
either side. Our street was Shirley Temple Avenue. Too cute, huh?
The next street up was Elizabeth Taylor Lane and then Annette
Funicello Court. The access road on the north end of the park was
Patty Duke Way, and the south end was Lauren Chapin Boulevard. If you
didn't recognize Lauren, she played Kitten on 'Father Knows Best' a
million years ago. I didn't know either until I asked the manager
one day.
Anyway, we had the corner lot on the south end of the west side of
the street. In the middle of the east side of the street was the
outdoor swimming pool. Behind the pool in the middle of Liz Taylor
was the Rec Hall, which had a large meeting room, a pool (billiards)
room, and a laundry room with some vending machines for pop and
candy. Behind the trailers in the first row, between them and the
highway, was a strip of grass about fifty feet wide which was great
for football, volleyball and other games, or just hanging out on a
summer day. Behind our row of trailers was about 200 acres of woods.
That sets the scene except for the people. There were adults
around, but they're not part of the story so we'll ignore them. When
we moved in there were only a few kids my age. There was Paul, who
lived at the north end of Elizabeth Taylor. Paul was a month older
than me, and for some reason we never got along. We didn't fight or
anything, we just didn't care anything about each other. There was
Debbie, who was eight when we moved in. She lived about four
trailers south of Paul. And there was Kathy, who lived directly
across from Debbie. Kathy was also my age. In fact, her birthday
was six days after mine. She and I were friendly but nothing
special. And finally, on the corner of Patty Duke and Annette
Funicello, was Paula and her little sister Ann. Paula was an eighth
grader, a grade above me, and Ann was ten, the same age as my sister
Traci. Traci and Ann quickly became best friends. The rest of the
kids running around, and there were a lot of them, were all under
five and don't count anymore than the adults.
The same day that we moved in, a single wide moved into the space
on the south side of the pool, and that was great luck because that
was Tami. Tami was a great looking brunette. She had long hair that
was usually hanging down her back all the way to her butt. She had
just started to grow tits. She had a beautiful face that never got a
pimple or a blemish in the six years I knew her.
The trailer moving people set up our mobile first thing in the
morning, so that by three o'clock, when Tami's trailer was being set
up, I had already moved a few hundred boxes and was taking a break,
riding my bike around the park getting to know the place. For a
little while I watched the trailer people as they blocked up the
trailer, took off the wheels, and started setting up the skirting;
then I took off. After all, I'd watched our trailer get set up the
same way just a few hours before. I rode to a little convenience
store about a quarter mile up the highway and got a Coke. The
machine in the Rec room only had Pepsi stuff, and I was loyal to the
folks from Atlanta.
After I'd polished off the can and started back, I'd killed about
an hour. As I rode past Tami's trailer on the way home, I got my
first look at Tami and immediately decided that moving might not be
so traumatic after all. She was trying to lift a box out of the back
of a U-haul truck. I jumped off my bike and let it roll onto the
grass beside her trailer and went to help. My mommy taught me to
always be helpful to other people. My daddy taught me, especially
when they're cute.
"Let me," I said, as I brushed up next to her and started to lift
the box. She jumped at least three inches. She'd been struggling
with the box and didn't hear me ride up. "Where do you want it?" I
asked after I'd lifted it. Books. It was heavy.
Tami smiled, said, "Follow me," and led the way into her trailer.
It was a pretty standard trailer. Kitchen up front looking out over
the street. The front door opened into the living room. In back, a
hallway opened into a bathroom, a small bedroom, and a master bedroom
with it's own bath. Tami lead me to the master bedroom and pointed
to a table. "Thanks a lot. That thing weighed as much as I do."
I set the books down and then reached over and slid my hands under
her armpits and picked her up, holding her a couple of inches off the
ground for a few seconds. "Not quite, but close," I said as I put
her down. Her eyes had almost bugged out of her head when I picked
her up without warning, but now she smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Tony," I
said, holding out a hand to her.
She shook it. "I'm Tami, and you're a lifesaver." She had a great
smile, it made me feel warm and tingly. I knew we were going to be
good friends. "There's about four more real heavy ones. Do you
think you could help?" In all the years before and after this story,
I've never learned how to say no to cute girls, so I tried not to
think about all the boxes I'd already moved that day, said "Sure,"
and followed Tami back to the truck.
Two hours later, as I lifted the last box onto my shoulder, Tami's
mom drove up. She'd had to go to work, and was surprised to find an
empty truck. I instantly became one of her favorite people, and over
the years to follow there were many times when I could negotiate an
extended curfew for Tami when we went out. It's funny: move a truck
load of boxes and suddenly you're trustworthy. Go figure.
I said goodbye and headed home, wondering how much trouble I was in
after my four hour break. But I was in for a pleasant surprise. My
mom had seen me down the street helping Tami and wasn't mad. She'd
also seen Tami and commented how quickly I found cute girls. Then
she told me to finish unloading our truck or the next time I saw a
cute girl would be at my high school graduation.
We'd moved in during the last week of Christmas vacation, so Tami
and I had several days to get to know each other and explore our new
world. Then school started. We were both in the seventh grade, but
we didn't have any classes together, and for the next couple of
months we didn't see each other except on the bus home or the
weekends. She may have been on the bus to school, but my eyes were
never open enough to see that early in the morning.
She went out with my family when I had my birthday dinner in early
February, and I went with her and her mom for hers in March. She
didn't have a dad. I never asked what happened to him, and she never
volunteered anything, so it will remain one of the many mysteries in
my life.
Chapter II
It was about a week after her birthday when I plopped down beside
her on the bus home. I was exhausted. We'd had testing all day.
You know the kind, big books full of multiple choice questions to see
if we'd accidentally learned anything that year. I was pretty sure
that if I'd had to do one more story problem, I would have attacked
somebody. Tami had her eyes closed and was resting her head against
the window.
I grabbed her knee and shook it, "You awake?"
"Unfortunately," she groaned.
"You okay?" I asked, concerned.
"I've got a monster headache," she said without opening her eyes.
"What kind of monster? Frankenstein?"
She smiled weakly. "Definitely Godzilla."
We rode home in silence. At least, we were silent. The rest of
the kids on the bus seemed to be talking at full volume. It was a
good thing for Tami that we were one of the first stops. We got off,
and I walked her to her house. I was carrying her stuff, so I
followed her in. As usual, her mom wasn't home. She usually had to
work until six or seven.
Tami collapsed on the sofa, and I put her books on the coffee
table. "Where's the aspirin?" I asked.
"My bathroom. Behind the mirror. Thanks."
I found the aspirin bottle and shook out two pills. Then I went
into the kitchen and got a glass of water. They had one of those
fancy refrigerators with the ice and water in the door, so at least
it was cold. Then I took them to Tami. She smiled a little and
nodded thanks as she popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed
the water to wash them down.
After she'd set down the glass, I reached down, grabbed her hand
and pulled her up on her feet. Then I pushed her down on the floor
on her stomach.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I knelt down beside her and pushed her flat to the floor, then
grabbed a cushion from the sofa and put it under her head. "What you
have is a stress headache." I diagnosed as I grabbed her shoulders
with both hands. "You're just lucky that your best friend has a
cousin who is a licensed physical therapist and masseuse; or is it a
masseur? I can never remember." As my fingers dug into her
shoulders, I knew I was right. I've seen violin strings that weren't
that tight. "You're even luckier that this cousin likes me and has
taught me his best techniques."
As I worked my fingers into the muscles of her neck, she started to
relax. I spent at least fifteen minutes working on her neck and
shoulders and then slowly down her back. I worked her ribs and upper
back, then her waist and lower back. By the time I finished, she was
sound asleep. Now I call that relaxed. I gave her butt a little
friendly pat, got my stuff and left.
I was young and semi-innocent. I didn't even think about taking
advantage of the peacefully sleeping girl.
The next morning at the bus stop I was leaning against a post,
trying not to fall asleep, when she ran up and kissed me. I
discovered something that morning. An alarm clock only starts the
job of waking me up. But a pretty girl and a kiss can finish it.
The bus pulled up, and we got on and sat down together.
"That massage was wonderful. Though my mom wondered what I was
doing on the floor asleep when she came home. But I woke up and I
felt great. You're fantastic." And she kissed me again. When a girl
says I'm fantastic and wants to kiss me, who am I to say no?
We talked about yesterday's tests during the rest of the bus ride.
Our bus gets to school about five minutes before the first bell, so
we said goodbye and didn't see each other again until she sat down
next to me on the ride home.
We talked about the latest gossip going around the school, an
eighth grade girl who was supposed to be pregnant, and Tami invited
me to her house for a Coke. At her house we sipped Cokes and talked
some more.
"Would you do that thing again. It felt so good." A beautiful
girl wanted my hands on her body. There was no way I could say no.
She lay down, and I knelt beside her. I started on her shoulders.
They were a little tight, but not even close to yesterday. It took
about twenty minutes to work down to her lower back, and she was
asleep before I got there. I sat back on my heels and looked at the
beautiful girl in front of me. I reached down and patted her butt.
Then, since she didn't complain, I patted a couple of more times. It
was no big deal; she was wearing jeans as usual, so there wasn't much
to feel on a quick pat.
I sighed, said, "Good night, Tami," and left.
We'd started a tradition. Every day that both of us rode the bus
home, we'd go to her house and Tami would get a massage. There were
days that I stayed after school for one reason or another. And
sometimes Tami would stay late. Or one of us would be sick, but
usually about three afternoons a week Tami got a massage. And she
always fell asleep about the time I got to her shoulder blades,
though sometimes she'd wake up when I was getting ready to go. And
that usually got me a thank you kiss.
After about a week I didn't stop when I finished her lower back. I
kept going and started to lightly knead the muscles in her butt
cheeks. Just for a minute, and then down to her thighs and then her
calves. I wasn't taking advantage; I was being thorough. She hadn't
stirred when I did her butt, so I gave it a little pat and got ready
to leave. She woke up as I was at the door and I got my usual kiss.
I walked home wondering why jeans had to be made out of such a heavy
fabric like denim.
The next few days I repeated my performance, giving her butt a
light treatment on the way to her legs. After all, there were
muscles in there too. It was about mid-April, and I was hoping some
good weather would come along and Tami might switch from jeans to
shorts. Nice thin silky shorts.
About a week later I was working on her butt, mentally cussing out
the Levi Strauss and the inventor of denim when the phone rang.
And Tami woke up. With both my hands on her butt. Tami rolled away
from me and looked at me as if I'd been caught red-handed. "What are
you doing?"
"Your massage, just like usual," I said in as ordinary a voice as I
could.
The phone rang again and Tami jumped up and answered it. It was
her mom telling her that she was going to be really late tonight.
Tami looked upset, so I took the phone.
"Hi, it's Tony. Tami looks a little bummed about being home alone,
so I'll take her with me and we'll feed and water her and walk her
and everything. If it's really late, we'll make her a bed out of an
old blanket in the utility room."
"Thanks, Tony, you're a life saver," she said with relief. "I
really didn't want her all by herself all night."
"Anytime," I said. "Goodbye."
"You'll feed me, and water me, and everything," Tami said with an
accusing look as I hung up the phone.
"Sure. Mom's a sucker for a stray," I said and ducked, but not
fast enough as Tami punched me in the arm.
"Actually, thanks," she said as I straightened up. "I know I'm
supposed to be a big girl and everything, but I hate staying all by
myself."
"It's okay, grab some stuff. If it gets late we'll give you a
choice: my bed, my sister's bed, or the sofa."
"Your bed?"
"Don't worry. With my mother, I won't be in it." Tami went to her
room and put some stuff in a small gym bag and then came back to the
living room. "You want me to finish your massage before we go?"
"Uh, okay," she said and lay down on the floor. I knelt beside her
and quickly put my hands on her butt before she could change her
mind. I spent about a minute gently rubbing and kneading her cheeks
and then moved down her legs. In all, I took about five minutes to
finish her massage and then stood up.
"Ready?"
"Okay," she said as she stood up. "Do you always do that?" she
asked, embarrassed.
"Sure," I answered. Still trying to keep my voice ordinary, I
said, "It's all part of the massage techniques that my cousin taught
me. But if it bothers you we can skip that part." Ten of the
hardest words I've ever said. I picked up her gym bag and opened the
door for her.
"No, it's cool. I was just surprised is all." We walked up the
street to my house, and I explained to Mom that she'd adopted a waif
for the night.
We had a quiet night. After dinner we played Monopoly with my
sister, and Traci creamed us both. She is always lucky at Monopoly.
We did our homework, and then Tami climbed into my bed. I was going
to camp out in a sleeping bag on the floor, but my mother actually
grabbed me by the ear and pulled me to the couch in the living room.
A definite lack of trust on her part. Either that or she knows way
too much about how I think. Now that's a scary idea: a mother who
understands her son.
The next morning Tami was the first one awake. She woke me with a
kiss on the nose before she walked home to change. A lot nicer than
an alarm clock.
After school I walked Tami home, and we sat on the couch and talked
for awhile. Nothing earth shattering, just about school, shows on TV,
that sort of thing. I liked "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and her
favorite was "Charmed." After a while, I got up to go home.
"Aren't you going to give me my massage?"
"I didn't think you wanted one." I didn't want to push. I like
Tami a lot and thought that me rubbing her butt might have turned her
off to the massage thing.
"Of course I do. You make me feel really great," she said as she
got off the couch and lay down on the floor.
"Anything for a pretty lady," I said as I knelt down beside her.
I started working on her shoulders and felt her relax, but not
enough to fall asleep. I worked down her back and the sides of her
rib cage and the base of her breast in the cup of her bra. Then
further down to the small of her back and her waist. I used the top
of a knuckle to trace down her spine and felt her shiver with pleasure.
I dropped my hands onto her butt and waited for a second, but when
she didn't complain I started gently rubbing both cheeks. After a
few seconds I forced my hands down to her thighs and quickly worked
down to her knees. Then I gave her butt a quick pat and stood up.
"All done."
She rolled over and looked up at me. "I'll bet you enjoyed that
you pervert," she accused.
"That's not a question, that's a given," I admitted. "The question
is, did you enjoy that?" I asked with a sly smile.
"Yes I did," she admitted as she sat up and stretched like a prize
winning Siamese Cat. I stared and admired the body I'd just
explored. "It'd probably be easier without the jeans, right?"
That was a loaded question if ever I'd heard one, so I changed the
subject. "My mom told me to tell you to tell your mom that we're
happy to have you anytime she has to work really late."
"You pervert. You just want me in your bed," she accused.
"Damn right. I'm just trying to figure out how to get Mom to let
me stay, too," I answered back with an evil grin. She stood and
kissed me. Her kiss lasted a little longer than usual and had just a
hint of tongue.
She pulled back and opened the door so I could leave. "I'm sure
you'll think of something," was the last thing I heard as I walked
out and she shut the door. I was sure I would too.
Chapter III
The next Friday I was bored stiff. All of my friends were busy
doing something or other, and Tami had gone to a movie with her mom.
Even my little sister had something to do: she was playing over at
Ann's.
I watched TV, but there was nothing good on. We only had 250
channels. For awhile I surfed on the web, but nothing seemed to grab
my attention. Even the porn sites seemed dull today. My mom had
installed one of those watchdog programs on my computer, but it was
easy to beat, and I always erased my tracks so she never knew it
wasn't working. I surfed over to ASSTR and read a couple of stories,
but I couldn't seem to stay interested, even though "Thanks" by
Wizard was pretty good. I'd read it later when I was in the mood. I
noticed that Hoisington had a new one, but I had to be in the right
mood for him. He's a sneaky bastard and would slip little inside
jokes past you if you weren't concentrating.
Hell. I was so bored I would have done my homework if I hadn't
already finished it. In desperation I started picking up, then re-
arranging my room.
Then Dad saved me.
"Tony. Come here a minute if you're not busy." Not busy, there's
a laugh. I walked out to the living room in the front of the mobile.
Mom and Dad were watching an old Cary Grant movie on video. I
watched for a minute before he noticed I was here. It was "The Grass
is Greener", not one of Grant's best, but I agree with Dad that even
Grant on a bad day was better than most of the current comedians on a
good one.
Dad looked up, saw me, and paused the tape. "Tony would you do me
a favor?" One thing I'll say for my father, he was always clear in
his speech. If he asked for a favor, he meant it. I could say "No"
with no repercussions. When dad gave an order it was clearly an
order. Made life pretty easy around the house.
"What?"
"Your sister called a few minutes ago." I nodded without really
caring one way or another. "She's going to spend the night at Ann's
house. Would you grab her sleeping bag, pajamas, and tooth brush and
walk them over?"
I started to say "No" on general principle. She was my sister
after all. But I was bored and this was something to do. "Sure dad.
Not a problem." I went back to my sister's room and picked up her
overnight bag. It was an old bowling ball bag that she'd rescued
from somewhere and decorated. It was actually pretty cute, but I'd
never tell her that. I pulled her pajamas from under her pillow and
stuffed them in, then tossed a t-shirt and shorts for tomorrow on top
of them. Her tooth brush went on top, and I zipped it closed. Her
sleeping bag was on a shelf in the hall closet, and I grabbed it on
my way by.
"I'm taking her stuff now," I announced at the front door. "Then I
think I'll take a walk. Be back in an hour or two."
"Thanks," my dad acknowledged and went back to his movie.
It was only eight thirty, it was a Friday night, and my parents
were used to me taking long walks when I was bored or thoughtful.
With the sleeping bag under my left arm and the bowling bag in my
right hand, I walked over to Ann's house. I knocked with my left
hand, trying not to let the sleeping bag fall, and waited.
Paula answered the door. I was surprised that she was here on a
Friday night. The word around school was that she was 'hot and heavy'
with a sophomore named Tyler. But it was a very pleasant surprise
because Paula was a stone fox. She was tall with big firm tits and a
very firm ass. I knew because one, she had a bikini much smaller
than my ten-year-old sisters and had been sunning herself around the
pool for the last month, and two, I'd been helping her learn how to
swim. And I'll admit I was not above copping a few good feels as I
helped her float in the water. My only regret was that she was a
fast learner.
Tonight Paula was wearing a pair of cotton shorts about a size too
small and a half shirt from the high school. "Hi, Tony." She said,
looking just as surprised as I did. "Moving in?"
"I wish," I said before thinking. Then tried to cover up with, "My
sister is spending the night, and I brought some of her stuff."
"Oh, they must have arranged it with mom before she left. I didn't
know." She smiled and motioned me into the living room. "Are they
going bowling?"
"No. This is Traci's overnight bag. Cute, huh?"
"It's great."
"Where'd your mom go?" I asked because I couldn't think of anything
else.
"She and dad are playing pinochle with the Bradys. Every Friday
like clockwork. They'll be back about midnight."
"Oh." And I couldn't think of anything else to say. I don't know
why Paula always got me so tongue tied. She was only a year older
than me. And I usually had no trouble talking to girls. But Paula
was the closest thing the middle school had to a Playboy Bunny.
"The girls are back in Ann's room if you want to take that stuff
back," she said and sat back on the love seat in front of the TV. To
be honest, I'd forgotten I was holding it.
I walked down the hall to Ann's room and gave the door a soft kick
to announce my presence. Anne opened the door, looked at me, and
pointed toward the bed. My sister was doing something in the closet.
I dropped Traci's stuff on the bed, and Ann pointed toward the door.
I quickly walked out, turned and bowed, and the little snot shut the
door in my face. I do believe that she's practicing to be the first
queen if the U.S. ever becomes a monarchy.
I retreated to the living room, and Paula looked up from the TV.
"It was very nice of you to bring your sister's stuff over. I
thought big brothers were supposed to be mean."
"It's probably like being a big sister." I grinned back at her.
"We have our moments."
"I still think it's nice. I'm watching WWF. Want to watch?"
There are few things in the world as stupid as professional
wrestling. You couldn't pay me to watch, no matter how bored I got.
But this was the middle school playmate of the year. "Sure," I said
and sat down next to her on the love seat.
I was wearing shorts, too, so our bare legs touched. I looked at
the screen and tried not to laugh. It was some kind of tag team
match, and a wrestler outside the ring was arguing with the referee
while inside the ring his partner was wrapping a very illegal chain
around his opponents neck. I bit my tongue and tried to watch as if
I was really interested. I still liked the comment the WWF spokesman
had made when they tried to do a show in Oregon. Oregon has a drug
testing law for professional athletes, but the spokesman said, "We're
not athletes, we're entertainers." As far as I was concerned, they
were clowns. But they had me rubbing legs with Paula, so I wasn't
going to say a word.
We watched for about fifteen minutes. We weren't silent, but might
as well have been. We exchanged simple comments like "That had to
hurt." After a few minutes, Paula pulled a light blanket over our
legs saying something about the night cooling off. My right hand had
been resting on my leg and got covered up too. So I started inching
it down my leg to my knee and then over to her knee. When my fingers
first touched her kneecap she started to say something but changed
her mind.
I traced designs on her knee with my fingertips and then moved just
slightly up her leg. It took about a half an hour to work up to her
thigh, I could just barely feel the bottom of her shorts as I traced
designs and wrote letters on her smooth silky skin.
Now, you have to understand, I never even thought about trying to
seduce this sex goddess. I knew she was way out of my league. But
it was force of habit. Sitting next to a pretty girl, my hands took
on a life of their own. There was no conscious thought involved.
"Just how far did you plan to go?" Paula asked, still looking at
the TV set.
I stopped my fingers' movement but didn't pull them away. "Uhh,
I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. I was watching the fight," I stammered.
Paula reached over and covered my eyes with her hand. She had the
remote in her other hand and muted the sound. "Okay. If you were
watching the show that closely, what kind of match is going on? A
regular fight, a tag team, or a cage match?"
I, of course, didn't have a clue. My eyes hadn't registered
anything since she'd put the blanket over my impetuous hand. I took
a shot. "A regular match."
She whipped her hand away. "Ah ha." Two wrestlers were doing an
interview with an announcer.
"Okay, I was day-dreaming," I admitted.
"What you were doing," she said as she reached under the blanket,
"was exploring." She removed my hand from her leg and placed it back
on mine. It may have been an accident, but she brushed my hand
against her shorts as she moved it. I couldn't tell what part of her
shorts, but I could dream. "Since you obviously don't like
wrestling, let's see what else is on." She started surfing channels
with the remote.
When she surfed past 'The Wedding Singer", I yelled, "Lets try this
one."
"I don't really like Adam Sandler."
"This is different. This is not a typical Adam Sandler movie.
You'll like it, guaranteed."
"And what is the guarantee? What do I get, if I don't like it?"
"I'll be your slave for a day."
She nodded and settled in to watch the movie. It was about half
over, so I explained what had already happened. I was sure that the
word 'slave' had different connotations for each of us. I was
thinking sex slave. I could bathe her and massage her and generally
try to make her feel good. She was probably thought work slave,
someone to clean and mow and get her in good with her parents. But
I'd worry about that bridge when I came to it.
While we watched, I put my hand back on her knee and started
doodling on her skin again. By the time Adam Sandler was getting on
the airplane, I was back to the bottom of shorts. Paula was staring
intently at the screen while Adam explained his dilemma to the
passengers in first class. And I took advantage to move even higher.
My fingers were now on her upper thigh, gently drawing on the cotton
of her shorts.
Adam started singing and I went for the gold. I moved my hand over
her crotch and started rubbing as gently as I could. By the time
Adam had finished the song, Paula had a tear in the corner of her eye
and my hand was still rubbing her crotch, ever so gently.
Adam married the girl, the credits rolled, Paula sniffled and
turned to me. "That was a sweet movie."
"I told you, you'd like it. I guess I'm not a slave?"
"No, you're not." She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "Do you know
where your hand is?" she asked in an even voice.
"Not really," I answered. "It went exploring about a half an hour
ago and I haven't heard from it since." And deciding that it was
better to die as a lion than a lamb, I started rubbing a little
harder. I was ninety per cent sure that she wasn't wearing any
underwear under her shorts.
"Don't you think it would be a good idea for you to move your hand?"
"To be perfectly honest, I think it would be a very bad idea."
"Why would it be so bad an idea?" she asked.
"Because my hand enjoys exploring so much," I answered, and my
little finger pushed under the leg of her shorts and encountered soft
silky fur. She didn't say anything more, so I worked my whole hand
into the leg of her shorts, running my fingers through the thick bush
I encountered and down to her pussy. I quickly pushed my forefinger
as deep into her pussy as I could and started fucking it in and out.
I don't know why I chose that second to remember that our little
sisters were in the bedroom down the hall, but I didn't stop.
Suddenly Paula's hand was on my wrist and she stopped me. She
didn't remove me, she just stopped me. "Have you ever done this
before?" she asked.
I thought about the answer for a long time, but finally decided I'd
rather be thought inexperienced than inept, because obviously I
wasn't doing very well. "No, I've never gotten this far," I admitted.
"That's what I thought. You were so slow and easy until you got
inside my shorts. Then it was like a race to the finish line."
"It kind of was," I admitted.
"Was it worth it?" she asked.
I thought about my finger buried past the second knuckle in her
warm moist pussy and nodded enthusiastically.
"Was it still worth it if I make you go home now?"
I nodded again without another thought.
"Guys!" She said like it was a curse word, but she loosened her
grip on my wrist. I pulled my finger out of her cunt and started
rubbing around her pussy lips.
"Damn!" she cried. "He can be taught!" She pulled my hand out of
her shorts, dumped the blanket in my lap, and stood up. She walked
through the living room and down the hallway, stopping at a doorway
halfway down. She looked at me sitting there with a stupid look on
my face and smiled. "Coming?"
I jumped up and ran down the hall, arriving before she could even
get the door open. "Here's the deal, take it or leave it. I'm going
to teach you about girls. And you're going to get nothing out of it.
Your little tentpole there," she patted the front of my shorts, "is
going to stay put." She smiled. "So your choice: coming in or
going home."
I pushed her into the room and onto the bed. I fell on top of her
and started kissing her, my tongue probing into her open mouth. She
didn't resist. Her hands moved up onto my butt and started a little
exploring of their own. I pushed one hand up between us and under
her half shirt. I found her left breast and started teasing the
nipple with my thumb and forefinger. My other hand pushed down
inside her shorts and back to the luxurious pussy fur.
Paula let me enjoy myself for several minutes and then pushed me
off. I rolled off her, off the bed, and onto the floor, hard. Paula
leaned up on one elbow and looked down at me. "Not bad, lover-boy.
Obviously you've had a little practice kissing."
I nodded. The girls back home before we moved liked to kiss. They
liked to kiss a lot. And they didn't mind roaming hands, either.
Who have you been practicing on?"
My mind filled with pictures of Mindy, Michelle, Carol, Tiffani,
and Stephanie. And I started to answer, but changed my mind. "I
think that's between me and them," I said.
"And if I tell you to get out if you don't answer?"
"I guess I'm leaving," I answered and stood up.
"Not so fast, cowboy," she said, grabbing my tentpole to slow me,
though I was in no hurry. "That was just a test. Most guys talk too
much."
"Some girls, too," I added.
"Sadly, true," she agreed. "Sadly, true. Okay, lesson one. If
you get your jollies talking about your exploits to your friends,
you'll never be a good lover, and you have the wrong teacher."
"I don't like boasting, about sex or sports or anything," I said.
"Besides most of the stories I've heard in the locker are exaggerated
or outright lies."
"What makes you think that?"
"We had a kid at my old school who had a rep as a Romeo. One
afternoon he was in the locker room telling everybody who would
listen all the details about fucking a girl named Beth."
"So?"
"Well, at the same time he was supposed to be fucking her on her
bed in her room, I was sitting at her desk with her, at the computer
in her room, working on a history project. You'd think I would have
noticed."
"So how far did you get?"
"I'll have you know I was a perfect gentleman." True, but not for
lack of trying.
"I'll bet," she said sarcastically. She leaned back on both elbows
and lifted her butt so that she was only supported on her heels and
elbows. "Okay, perfect gentleman. See if you can slip my shorts off
without ripping them."
I took a deep breath and reached for the waist band of her shorts.
I pulled and watched them slip down her body. I closed my eyes and
kept pulling. I could feel her shift her weight as I got the shorts
to her knees, sitting on her butt and lifting her feet into the air.
I pulled her shorts over her feet and let them drop on the floor.
Then I looked at her. No Playboy centerfold ever looked so good.
Paula was naked on the bed. She'd taken her top off while I did her
shorts. Her body looked perfectly proportioned, and I enjoyed the
thick bush at her crotch, though I was surprised that her bush was
brunette and Paula's head was blond. I'd seen a couple of my old
girlfriends naked, but none of them looked anything like this.
"Lesson two. The female body. A large part of the male population
seems to feel that there are four parts to the female body. Two
tits." Paula had tits the size of grapefruit and she pushed them
together. "A pussy." She ran her hands over her pussy, briefly
pulling her outer lips apart to improve the view. "And an ass." She
rolled over and displayed her beautiful firm ass. Looking at it, I
could hardly believe that I'd had my hands all over it teaching her
to swim. She rolled back and sat up.
"The point of this lesson is: that there is a lot of body between
those four objects and above and below them. You did a great job of
playing with my legs on the way to your finish line. The problem
was, you didn't know what to do when you got there."
I felt insulted. She was right, but I was insulted anyway. "Roll
over," I commanded.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"You heard me. Roll over." She did and I grabbed her shoulders and
started to massage them. I looked down at the swell of that
beautiful ass, but through great strength of character I ignored it.
I worked on Paula for almost fifteen minutes and had only got halfway
down her spine when she rolled over.
"Okay. You don't need lesson two. You've already figured out that
there is more to a girl than tits, pussy, and ass. But you can stop
now. Any more and I'll be asleep. And I'm not sure I trust you with
my naked body when I'm not conscious.
"I'm hurt," I said quickly.
"Somehow I doubt that. Now lesson three. Your tongue is your most
powerful weapon." She reached up, grabbed the back of my head and
pulled my down on her left tit. "Show me what you can do, stud."
I'd never had a tit in my mouth before. I felt a couple, but only
with my hands. I experimentally brushed the stiff nipple with my
tongue. She shivered, so I did it again. Then I explored all around
the nipple with my tongue. I sucked on it, wondering if a non-
pregnant teenaged girl had any milk. Then I licked all over the
breast.
"Not bad, Tonto. Not bad at all. A little practice and you'll be
downright good at this. But don't forget the other one." So I
licked my way down into the valley between her breasts and up onto
her other one. "That feels good," she said as my tongue twirled
around her right nipple. "But see what you can do with a belly
button."
Obediently, I started licking my way down her sternum and across
her flat stomach to her belly button. She had an innie. I wondered
briefly if she had lint, then plunged my tongue in and swirled it
around.
"You do show definite promise," she said and rolled over. "You may
kiss my ass." I know some guys think this is gross, but I couldn't
wait. I kissed both cheeks and started licking them. Then I pulled
her cheeks apart and pushed my tongue in a long lick from the bottom
of her crack to the top, brushing her asshole but not lingering. I
put the knuckle of my forefinger on her neck and dragged it lightly
down her spine to the top of her crack. Just as it got there I
plunged my tongue between her two cheeks again.
"Ohhh, big boy. You can do that again," she purred. So I did.
Then I pulled her cheeks apart again and explored her puckered anus.
I licked the outside. Not unpleasant, she was clean so there was no
shitty taste. Then I tried to push my tongue in but couldn't, so I
went back to licking the length of her crack.
"I'm really sorry I liked the movie. You would make a dynamite
slave. Okay, we don't have much time left." I glanced at the alarm
clock on her bedside table, it was just past eleven. "We're going to
take you to the finish line." She rolled over again and that
gorgeous pussy was right in front of my face. "Let's see what you
can do.
I reached down and adjusted my shorts. I felt like my cock was
going to burst through the front of them at any time. I'd been
getting nice hard-ons for a couple of years, but never like this. I
leaned down and nibbled on one of her pussy lips. Then I let my
tongue caress the split between her lips. Then I left her pussy
alone and kissed her pelvis, then each of her thighs. Then I put my
lips right in the middle of her pussy and kissed it. Paula was
purring. I figured that meant I was doing something right, so I
repeated everything.
Then I let my tongue slip between her lips and explore the opening
of her love tunnel. And then Paula orgasmed. I knew right away what
was happening. I'd made her cum. First she pulled my face hard into
her crotch, then after several seconds, she pulled my head up to her
face and kissed me hard.
"Lover, that was a great lesson. Either you're a fast learner, or
you've been holding out on me." She sat up and squeezed my hard-on
through my shorts. "Lesson four is a verbal one and mercifully
short, so that you can go home and take care of that monster. You
may not need lesson four, but it bears repeating. You might want to
use it for a mantra. Lesson four, make sure the girl gets as much
out of it as you do," she said emphatically.
"If not more," I added.
She looked at me funny. "You're going to be dangerous. Now go
home and jack off."
I did.
Chapter IV
The next day, I woke up feeling great. I'd jacked off in bed five
times in a row the night before. I kept a wash cloth in my night
stand just for that purpose. It was Saturday, and I didn't get up
until after ten. Looking through my window, I could see that it was
a great day. I wondered if Paula was going to be around. I needed
more tutoring in sex ed. Maybe Tami would like a massage.
Damn, I was getting hard again. I took care of the problem in the
most pleasant way, got up and took a shower, and got dressed. When I
went to the kitchen, I discovered that everyone was gone. Mom and
Dad had gone to Seattle and taken Traci and Ann with them.
That meant that they wouldn't be back until late. Ten at best,
probably midnight. This day was getting better and better. I made
myself breakfast. Two bratwurst, hash browns and eggs over easy.
And then I went out to continue my education. I went to Paula's
house, but her mother answered the door.
"Hi, Tony," she said brightly, but a little puzzled. "If you're
looking for your sister, she's not here."
"No. Mom left me a note that everyone went to Seattle, and I was
on my own. I was looking for Paula."
"Really?" she asked, even more puzzled.
"Yes. She said she'd do some tutoring with me."
"Oh." Paula was a straight A student, so that made sense. "Well
I'm afraid she's not here. She probably forgot to tell you that she
and the other cheerleaders have a competition this weekend. They
won't be back until late on Sunday."
Damn! "Oh, that's okay. She probably mentioned it and I forgot.
How come you didn't go?" I asked, just to make conversation.
"I would have, but I thought I had to stay home and look after Ann.
Ann just hates hanging around Paula's activities. And then she left
me and went to Seattle. But Bill went, and he'll tape it for me. He
tapes everything. I have tapes of Paula playing soccer when she was
five."
"Thanks anyway," I said. "Bye." I started walking away. I
couldn't believe that I'd forgotten that Paula was a cheerleader.
Maybe she'd bring the rest of the squad in on my lessons. Just me
and five beautiful naked fourteen-year-old cheerleaders. My cock
started rising again, and rather that just adjusting the bulge, I
decided to walk home and take care of it properly.
* * * * *
An hour later I got off my bed and got dressed again. I'd cum
three times, as I pictured each of the cheerleaders individually and
in various combinations. Maybe I should try out for next year's
squad. I took a couple of years of gymnastics when I was younger.
It could be interesting.
I left the house again and set out for Tami's house. When I got
there, she was sitting on the deck outside. She waved toward the
swimming pool and mumbled, "New neighbors," around a mouth of
popsicle. I looked, and across the swimming pool the same crew who'd
set up my trailer were putting up another one.
I looked back at Tami and mumbled, "So I see." Tami was looking
really good today. Her long brown hair was tied into two pigtails,
and she was wearing the top of her purple bikini and her green
shorts. The shorts were a really ugly shade of lime green, but I
never said anything because they were Tami's favorites. And because
they were about two sizes too small for her.
I could hear Tami's mom moving around in the trailer. Which put a
damper on erotic plans I'd been making for the afternoon. "Know
anything about them?" I asked. The pool was empty except for Debbie
and a friend of hers from school, so we ignored it and watched the
trailer on the other side.
"Not much. Two parents, he's a contractor and she's a nurse. Five
kids, three girls, two boys. Alana's a sophomore, Michelle's a sixth
grader and prefers Mikee to Michelle, and Kelly's in forth. Kenny's
in our grade and Peter's in fifth."
"Not much," she says. The CIA wishes they knew as much about
Saddam's family.
"Not bad for an amateur. Do you know Alana's cup size?"
Tami gave me a dirty look. "You're gross." She paused, then
added, "About 32 C."
"Really?" I asked enthusiastically. With a huge grin.
"Either you're pulling my chain, or you know way to much about bras."
"Ancient Chin-ee general once said, 'Know thy enemy'," I said with
a really fake oriental accent.
"And bras are the enemy?"
"Oh yeah."
She gave me a funny look and turned back to the new trailer. "So
what have you been up to this morning?"
I considered telling her that I'd jerked off four times so far
today, but decided that I was already in the doghouse after the bra
crack. "Nothing much."
"Yeah, it's kind of a blah day. I was so bored this morning, I did
my homework."
"It's pretty sad when you do homework on a Saturday morning," I
agreed.
"I watched cartoons, too."
"Well, that's something."
"I took a walk last night when we got back from the movies and saw
you going over to Paula's," she said casually.
'The truth, and nothing but the truth, but not all the truth,' I
thought to myself. "Yeah, my dad asked me to take some stuff over for
my little sister. She spent the night with Ann."
"You were in there a long time. I never saw you come out?"
And you were watching? I thought. "Paula invited me to stay and
watch wrestling with her."
"I thought you hated wrestling?" she asked giving me a great Spock
imitation with one raised eyebrow.
"I do. Which should give you some idea of how bored I was."
"You could have done your homework."
"On a Friday night! Just how much of a geek do you think I am?" I
shot back. Then before she could answer, I added, "Besides, I'd
already done it."
"We're pretty pathetic."
"Sadly, I can't argue that. How about a swim?"
"Sure, meet you back here in five." She jumped up and ran in the
house.
I got up and walked to my house, stripped, gave my cock a little
squeeze, and pulled on a pair of Speedos. I reached in and arranged
my cock for comfort and walked back to Tami's house. I got back
about eight minutes after I'd left and waited four more for Tami.
I was staring at the pool, thinking about going on without her,
when she stepped out the door behind me. "How do you like my new
suit?" she asked.
I turned and stared. She was wearing a royal blue bikini. A very
small royal blue bikini. I was amazed that she'd talked her mom into
it. Her old suit was bigger and had left her with some funny tan
lines, but a couple of days in the sun would take care of that. She
turned around so I could see her suit from all angles. It was really
tight in the butt, with just a hint of crack peeking out the top.
The bottoms were tied with two large string bows on either side, and
I wondered what would happen if somebody hypothetically swam along
side her underwater and pulled the ends of those strings at the same
time. The top had ties in back on the neck and just below her
shoulder blades.
"Mom hates it," she announced. "What do you think?"
"I think it's fantastic."
"See Mom!" she yelled over her shoulder. "Tony likes it."
"I knew Tony would like it," came a voice from inside. "All the
boys will love it. That's the reason I hate it." She stepped into the
doorway. "Hi, Tony."
"Mom!" Tami whined.
"I know. I'm an old fuddy duddy. Go swim."
I always believe in doing what adults tell me. At least, when they
tell me do something I want to do anyway. I reached up and took
Tami's hand and led her to the pool. Debbie and her friend had gone,
and we had it to ourselves. We went in the gate, and Tami walked to
the edge and stuck her toes down in the water. I grabbed her and
jumped. The water was cold when we first hit, but by the time we'd
surfaced it felt great.
We treaded water in the middle of the pool while Tami got her
breath back. I was holding her with one hand on her back and the
other on her butt.
"Anthony Marion Sims! That was mean."
"Not mean. Efficient."
"Efficient?"
"How long would it have taken you to ease into the water an inch at
a time?"
"Ten minutes," she giggled.
"Efficient."
"Your hand is on my butt."
"That would be true," I agreed.
"It doesn't belong there."
"It's been there before."
Tami blushed. "That was different."
"Okay." I stopped treading water and sank. As I did, my hand came
off her butt and my face passed a few inches away from the crotch of
her bikini. I took real willpower not to push my face straight into
that triangle of cloth. I touched bottom, pushed off at an angle and
started swimming toward the shallow end. I stood up and snuck a look
at Tami.
She was still treading water, and I couldn't decide if she looked
relieved or frustrated. I walked up the steps and around the kidney
shaped pool to the diving board.
I walked to the end of the board and jumped twice experimentally.
It was a rotten board, but I'd already known that. I walked back to
the other end, turned, and focused on the end of the board. Tami
swam to the side to make room for me. I took three steps, hurdled
and jumped hard on the board. It launched me high in the air, where
I did two-and-a-half flips and entered the water head first. Did I
mention I was on the diving team before we moved?
When I surfaced, Tami was applauding. She'd seen it all before,
but she was still my biggest fan. A voice from the other side said,
"Your legs were apart and your knees were bent." While probably
true, I resented anyone saying it. Even more, I was surprised that
anyone in the area would notice. I spun around and looked, and
beheld a goddess.
She was tall and beautifully shaped. Her yellow bikini covered a
lot more than Tami's, and there was a lot more to cover. Long, long
legs were the first thing I noticed. Large tits but not too big.
Long brown hair hanging down to her ass with a stripe of lighter hair
right down the middle.
"How would you know?" I asked indignantly.
"I have eyes. After all, you don't have to be an artist to
critique art."
"So you can't do it any better?" I asked, somehow satisfied.
"Actually I can."
She set down her towel and walked over to the diving board. She
didn't test it. She took her steps, hurdled, and performed a perfect
two-and-a-half. Not a single little mistake. I know; I was looking
hard for one.
She swam to the side and pulled herself out of the pool.
"I admit it, you're better than me," I said, though it was hard to
admit.
"Was there any doubt?" she asked, spreading out a towel. 'Was
there any doubt' is the sort of thing that could be said jokingly,
but I knew she wasn't joking. She lay down on her stomach on the
towel. I just treaded water and stared. She might be a cold stuck-
up bitch, but man did she have an ass.
"Hi," a voice came from the far end of the pool. Two pretty girls
were standing there with towels. "I'm Mikee, and this is my sister
Kelly." Tami and I swam to the shallow end, got out of the pool, and
introduced ourselves. "Did the queen introduce herself?" Mikee
asked, and both Tami and I shook our heads. "That's Alana, she's
perfect."
"So I discovered," I said regretfully.
"You learn quick," Mikee said laughing.
"Those are our dorky brothers over there," Kelly said, pointing to
two boys coming out the back door of the mobile home. "Kenny's the
big one, and Peter's the nice one."
"Is the water warm?" Mikee asked.
"So warm I was thinking of getting a truck full of ice cubes."
"Really?"
"Really," Tami said and picked up Kelly and walked toward the side.
Mikee laughed, so I picked her up and followed. Two seconds later we
were all standing in the shallow end of the pool.
"That was mean," Kelly said with a big grin.
Tami looked at me and giggled. "I think we already had this
conversation."
For the next hour we played and got to know our new neighbors. I
didn't like Kenny from the start, though I tried to be nice, but
Peter was a great kid. He was in the fifth grade and had just had
his eleventh birthday before they moved. Tami threatened to spank
him, and he looked like he enjoyed the idea. Mikee was in sixth
grade. She had brown hair just like her sister's but without the
stripe of lighter hair. Mikee said that Alana had always had the
stripe. Mikee kept her hair shorter, just barely touching her
shoulders and usually in a ponytail.
Kelly was in third, not fourth, and the only blond in the family.
Where Mikee was starting to develop some interesting curves, Kelly
was a straight line. Both girls wore orange and white bikinis,
though Mikee's was orange with white highlights, and Kelly's was
white with orange highlights.
I was having some thoughts that I knew Tami would never approve of
about our three new female neighbors. Mikee was going to be very
interesting in the next year or so. Kelly was already cute, and
somehow I knew she'd be a hottie by the time she got to be a teen.
Alana was already a sex goddess, but somehow I didn't fantasize about
fucking her. My damn cock would get frostbite in her ice cave.
All in all, fresh meat. For my fantasies if nothing else.
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