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Remembering the Treehouse

   "Diana!  Diana, are you coming down?  It's eleven o'clock.  Are you
going to sleep the day away?"

   "Huh?  Wuh?" Diana moaned, mostly still asleep.  She had gotten in late
last night (or early this morning) after driving all night from school to
be home for the break between spring and summer sessions.  "Coming," she
yelled half-heartedly through the door down to her mom.

   Diana made it down the stairs and poured herself a cup of coffee.  She
stared absent-mindedly out the window, letting the caffeine do its job, but
ever so slowly.  As her mind processed the view, something didn't seem
right.  There seemed to be too much light coming in, and she could see too
much of the neighbor's yard behind their house.

   And then it hit her: The treehouse was gone!

   "Mom!" yelled Diana, even though her mother was right there.  "What
happened to the tree house?"

   "I was going to tell you about that last week on the phone, but I
figured I'd just wait until you came home," replied her mother.  "We had a
big thunder-storm blow through.  The tree house was hit by lightning, and
was split in two.  Both halves came crashing down in the wind.  Sad thing
was, it didn't rain a bit.  We really need some rain."

   "Rain?" Diana muttered.  How could she think about rain when the tree
house was gone?  The treehouse that her dad built for Jamie and her?  The
treehouse that had been a part of the backyard for more than ten years? 
And she's sorry it didn't rain?

   "Your dad went out the next day to look at it.  What a mess.  And did
you know that Jamie had all those magazines hidden up there?"

   "What magazines?" Diana lied.  She knew what was up there but had pretty
much forgotten them.

   "I'm not a prude, and I know boys have their urges, but some of those
magazines were just nasty!  You should have seen your father running around
picking up all the pages!  He was worried we'd be the embarrassment of the
neighborhood.  Did you know about them?" she repeated.

   "Jamie never let me up there as we got older" Diana lied again.  Well,
not a complete lie this time.  The treehouse had been built for her and
Jamie, and they had played up there together many times over the years,
pirates and castles and everything in between.  Since they were only about
two and a half years apart, they had been very close growing up.  As Jamie
got into his early teens, they stopped playing together as much.  When he
formed a "boys' club" and kept Diana out of there during their "meetings,"
they pretty much no longer played together at all.  It was only after she
made a surprise entrance to the treehouse one day that she had become a
regular visitor again, but these visits were kept secret from their
parents.

   "Well, anyway, your dad got them all cleaned up and tossed them in the
recycle bin--on the bottom, of course.  We wouldn't want the trash men
reading them on our curb.  They'll be recycled soon.  That's not the way I
want to remember your brother."

   "No, me either" agreed Diana absently.

   "Lord!  It's almost 12.  I've got to go to the ladies' club luncheon."
Diana smiled inwardly at that.  She tried to picture her mother and her
group of friends having a "ladies' meeting" the way Jamie used to have a
boys' meeting in the treehouse.  The thought send a little twinge of
excitement and remorse through her at the same time.  She pushed the
thought aside as her mother continued talking.  "Anyway, your Dad is down
the street at the Nelsons's house helping Jack with his car.  We both have
our cells.  Call if you need anything."

   "Thanks, Mom.  I'll probably just hang out here for the day.  I'm pretty
tired."

   "Okay, bye dear."

   Diana puttered around the house a little, but her thoughts kept
returning to the treehouse that wasn't there anymore.  She drifted into the
garage and found herself looking at the recycle bin.  She lifted the top
layer of newspapers that her father had used to hide Jamie's (and his
friends') magazines.  They ranged from Playboy to Penthouse to Hustler. 
Each had been added to the collection in the treehouse over time.  Once she
had "joined the club," she hadn't been there everyday with the boys, so
they could have brought others in, or maybe Jamie had had a second stack
somewhere she never saw.  Who knows?

   She picked up the top magazine in the stack.  Some pages had been torn
out by the wind, but they were mostly intact, though pretty-well dog-eared
from years of "use." (Her mother tended to exaggerate things if it made the
story better.) They smelled a little musty from being in the treehouse over
the years, but the boys knew how to take care of their porno and keep it
safe and dry.

   Playboy.  That was her favorite.  The models were the prettiest girls
and had the most class.  Penthouse.  Hit or miss.  Hit: some of the girls
were pretty, and seeing them spread their legs to the camera was a turn-on
for her and the boys in the treehouse.  Miss: when they had sex acts in
there.  Diana didn't need to see a dick or a crystal dildo to imagine it
inside of her.  Hustler.  Trashy girls, but they had their own kind of
slutty turn-on.  She liked seeing the girls spread themselves for the
camera, but Hustler printed too many sex pictures as well.  She just wanted
to see naked girls.  She didn't need to see an old stripper with a facial
or a load running down her fake tits to get turned on.  Most of these
Penthouses and Hustlers were older, before they'd gone downhill, but there
were still a few "nasty" ones as her mother referred to them.  There was
one copy of a magazine called Oui.  This one had an actress named Linda
Blair.  What a beautiful body this woman had--so very feminine.  And great
tits!  Diana loved everything about Linda Blair's breasts--their size,
their shape, the size of the areola and nipple.  Just perfect.  Some other
single issues of lesser magazines she hadn't remembered or had been added
to the collection that she'd never noticed.

   Diana wasn't gay, she just liked to see the girls and to imagine herself
in their place.  Their beauty.  Their sexiness.  Their style.  Diana was
plenty sexy, but seeing other girls naked just turned her on.  She would
happily look at her boyfriend David's Playboys at his apartment before
sucking and fucking his brains out.  She didn't mind the occasional facial
either.  That last thought brought a small laugh and a pang of sadness. 
Good-bye treehouse, where that seed was planted accidentally (or was it
fate?) so long ago.

   Looking down at the stack of magazines, Diana let her mind wander. 
Despite her sadness at losing the treehouse, the magazines brought back
some memories.  Almost without thinking about it, Diana picked up a
Penthouse and went upstairs back to her room.  She placed the magazine on
the bed and took off her pants.  She got down on her knees at the end of
the bed and reached down with her right hand and slowly touched her slit as
she looked through the pages with her left hand.

   This was an older issue and all of the girls had a full, though trimmed,
bush.  She let hers grow out every now and then just to give David the fun
of shaving her down again.  He enjoyed fucking her, bush or not, but
whenever Diana had a full bush, David would always pull out and came in her
bush, using his dick to rub the spunk into her soft hair.  They'd then
dress up and go out.  She'd wear her black dress that may have been just a
little too tight, but no one ever complained about her tits pushing the
fabric out.  She'd be sure to not wear panties, letting the scent of
David's come float in the air around her.  Going out like that made her
feel like a whore and a lady at the same time.  "A whore in the bedroom and
a lady in public, as the saying goes," teased David.  She really hated that
expression--can't a lady enjoy a good fuck as much as a man can?  Diana
thought so.

   Every now and then she'd stop turning pages and use her left hand to rub
her right breast, first through her shirt, and then running her hand up
under her shirt, and then finally taking it off.  She liked her tits.  They
weren't so large they flopped around when she went running, but they were
large enough to tighten any shirt she wore.  "Small hand-fulls" as David
called them.  Diana's areola were only about the size of nickels, almost
invisible when her nipples hardened, but she always rubbed her areola first
to get her nipples hard.  She loved the way that her nipples stiffened
under her touch, feeling like they were contracting as they grew outwards.
This made them more sensitive, so she would either touch them lightly or
squeeze her tit around the nipple if it was too sensitive.

   She shifted her concentration to her right hand.  At first, she'd rub
the slit up and down, lightly, just enough to feel it.  David had just
shaved her the day before (part of the reason she arrived home so late) and
she was very smooth.  Gradually, she let her middle finger work its way
into the slit and bring the wetness from her cunt up to her clit.  She'd
rub her clit with her natural lube and then work her way back down, sending
her finger back into her cunt (Man, how that word turned her on!) once more
to bring up more juice.  Each time her middle finger was at its deepest
inside her, Diana squeezed her thighs together out of habit.  As she pulled
her finger out and up to her clit, she made sure to rub her palm across the
entire surface of her smooth pussy, sending little spasms through her body.

   Diana eventually pushed the magazine aside so that she could lie face
down on the bed while her knees were still on the floor.  She moved her
left hand down to assist her right, now.  Her left middle finger went into
her vagina while her right concentrated on that favorite spot of hers, just
inside her labia below her clitoris.

   Her mind took off with flashes of different fantasies, jumping from one
to the next in a chain she could understand only while it was happening but
forgotten soon after.  She imagined Jamie peaking at her from the bathroom
door while she was on her bed doing this very same thing.  What had she
fantasized about back then?  Trevor, probably, but what else?  Who knows?
She didn't know she was being watched until Jamie told her about it later,
but she had felt it.  Even now, though she knew the house was empty and
Jamie was only a memory, she reached out with her mind to try to hear the
floor in the bathroom squeak.

   She thought about lying topless, and occasionally nude, on the beach
someplace.  She had flirted with nudism for a while at school, and loved
watching naked women (and men) on the beach.  That was even better than
magazines.  They were real women, not just pictures.  Usually that would
get her so worked up she'd practically drag her boyfriend back to the hotel
room for a fuck before going out again and starting the cycle over again.
Her nudism lasted after they came back home.  She'd walk around his
apartment fully nude.  She lost count of how many pizzas had been delivered
there "accidentally" during this phase.  Or had David called for them, to
show her off?

   She thought about the threesome she'd had with David and another student
(Rachel maybe?) they'd picked up together at a bar.  She hadn't been nearly
as stoned as she let her boyfriend think she was.  As David plowed Diana
doggy style, her face was buried in Rachel's cunt (oh, that word again,
this time accompanied by the first tremor of an orgasm spreading out from
her fingers).  Diana squeezed her thighs around her hand, making the wave
last a little longer before it faded out.  Did she taste like that to him?
A few days later, Diana tasted her own juices after a particularly good
solo effort, but hadn't really been able to tell.  Maybe it was the
excitement of eating another woman that had tasted so good to her.  A
second tremor ran through her body.  Diana sent her ring finger to help her
middle finger probe the inside of her pussy.  She loved the feel of that
little extra stretch the two fingers working together gave her.  She
couldn't go as deep, but the extra pressure on the entrance to her pussy
more than made up the difference.  She hadn't let her boyfriend fuck Rachel
that night, but the two of them had done a pretty good job of sucking him
to his second orgasm of the evening to help him get over it.  The two of
them then kissed each other, sharing his come, letting it hang between them
as their lips parted as he looked down on them.

   As they kissed again, Diana suddenly sensed that Rachel hadn't joined
the threesome because of David, she'd joined it for Diana.  After David
fell asleep, Diana and Rachel continued to kiss and touch each other. 
Rachel apparently was pretty accomplished at cunt-eating as well as
cock-sucking as Diana had several orgasms with Rachel's lips on her clit
and fingers up her cunt.  That last thought sent a third orgasm crashing
down, sweeping over her, drenching her hands and panties.  She lay still,
her head on the bed, her fingers still inside her vagina, facing the
bathroom door.  Diana felt a tear work its way down her cheek and closed
her eyes to keep any others at bay.

   Diana lay across the bed a few minutes, panting, enjoying the stickiness
of her own juices on her hand.  The threesome with Rachel had been a
one-nighter, but Rachel had provided her with enough pleasant memories to
create many orgasms ever since.  After she had rested a few minutes, Diana
washed up, dressed, and went back downstairs.  The magazines went back in
the recycle bin and she ate some lunch while looking out the window where
the treehouse should have been.  She thought about turning on the computer,
but decided it wasn't worth it.  Her mother had kept her dial-up-days habit
of turning off the PC when not in use, and Diana didn't feel like waiting
for it to boot up, just to read news she didn't care about anyway.

   After lunch, Diana went outside to where the treehouse had been.  It
seemed like such an empty spot now, both in the yard and in her heart.  She
lay down and looked up at the sky, thinking of the past.  The treehouse had
always been there it seemed, even though it was actually the second one
that she'd played in.  Her parents had bought the house with a treehouse
already here, but looking back on it, Diana felt that it was nothing more
than an elevated playhouse that happened to be near a tree.  Still, she and
Jamie had spent many summer evenings running around in the back yard,
chasing each other and unseen monsters, villains, pirates, ghosts, and just
about anything else two children can think of.  One night, a branch fell
during a storm and destroyed it.  Diana was about five years old at the
time.  Jamie had cried a little, but Diana had been inconsolable.

   After a week of putting up with Diana's crying, her father announced a
new tree house would soon be built.  It stopped Diana's crying, but her
father knew that he'd better be quick about it or the crying would return
and be even worse than before.  Shortly after the announcement, a delivery
truck arrived with plywood, boards, shingles, everything necessary for a
new treehouse.  To Jamie and Diana, it seemed like the truck was a magic
box that kept producing lumber for their new treehouse.  Eventually it was
all unloaded into the backyard, and their father go to work.

   Over the next couple of seemingly endless weekends, the treehouse
gradually rose from the ground.  One side was supported by two massive
wooden posts.  The other side sat on a wooden beam that spanned two tall,
and healthy, trees.  The treehouse had a trap-door in the floor that swung
up into the treehouse for entry.  When up, the door rested against the back
wall of the treehouse.  When it was down, the door was flush with the floor
to maximize the space inside.  On either side of the door was a bench/toy
chest, one for Jamie and one for Diana.  There was a long window on each
wall, with curtains that could be rolled down to keep the sun and rain out.

   Instead of a ladder, the treehouse had a staircase that lead up to a
small landing under the door in the floor.  The landing was a little wider
than the door above it and a few feet beneath the floor.  This space was a
little small for an adult to be able to enter the treehouse, but it was
just the right size for the kids.

   Once the treehouse was up, the kids resumed their play as if it had
never been interrupted.  Now they had a much bigger pirate ship, or a much
larger spaceship.  Jamie also now had a place to "camp out." When he was
feeling brave, he'd take his sleeping bag and a flashlight up there and
sleep on top of his toy chest.  Diana had tried it once, but it was too
uncomfortable.  "Why sleep on a box when you could sleep in a nice bed?"
she asked every time that Jamie mentioned sleeping outside.

   Over the years, the frequency the Diana and Jamie played together
gradually decreased.  They each had their own friends to play with from
school.  Jamie and his friends took over the pirate ship and camping out,
while Diana and her friends preferred to play inside.  One summer day when
she was eleven, Diana was playing outside and started to run up the stairs
to the treehouse.  As she stepped on the first step, her foot went through
the wood and she hit her shin on the second step.  She started crying and
was able to pull her foot out and run inside.  After getting her fixed up
inside, her father came out with her and Jamie to see what had happened. 
As he looked at the step and the wood around it, he said a single word:
"Termites." Diana didn't know what termites were, but she saw that Jamie
looked concerned.

   "Do they go all the way up, Dad?" Jamie asked.

   "No, just the first few stairs.  I'll have to replace the whole thing
though, since they also ate into the risers."

   "What about the poles?  They're made of wood, too." Jamie asked.

   "No, they're set on concrete, they're okay."

   "Dad, since you have to take the stairs down, can you put up a rope
instead?  That way, Diana and I can pull it up behind us so that no one can
board our pirate ship."

   Diana looked at Jamie but didn't say anything.  It had been a long time
since Jamie had played pirates, or anything else, with her.

   "That shouldn't be a problem" their father said.  "It'll help you build
up a little muscle, too."

   Over the course of the weekend, their father tore down the stairs and
hanged a climbing rope from the bottom of the treehouse.  The platform
stayed, so that someone would have to climb up the rope higher than the
platform and then lower himself back down to it.  As their father started
putting tools away and go inside for a drink, Jamie made his first attempt
up the rope.  He made it about three feet off the ground and fell. 
Subsequent attempts each ended the same way, until Jamie was too tired to
keep trying.  Diana decided to try.  She grabbed the rope and pulled
herself off the ground and wrapped her legs around the rope.  She made it
about two feet off the ground before a fantastic sensation rippled through
her body starting at her crotch and working its way outward.  She let go of
the rope and fell to the ground.  Jamie ran over to her.

   "Are you okay?" he asked.

   "What?" Diana replied, before realizing that Jamie thought she must have
hurt herself falling.  He didn't realize that something else had happened
to her.  Something wonderful.

   "I'm fine" she replied, getting up.  She reached for the rope again,
slowly, wondering if there had been something that caused the rope to shock
her, which was the best way she could describe to herself what happened.

   "If I couldn't do it, how's a girl like you going to do it?" sneered
Jamie.  He rarely made fun of Diana, just when his pride had been hurt and
he needed to cover up his feelings.

   "How can I get up there if I don't try again?" Diana asked.  In truth,
she had no interest in getting up into the treehouse, not now.  She touched
the rope, almost expecting a shock, but nothing happened.  Diana wrapped
her hands around the rope and pulled her feet off the ground and then
relaxed down to the ground again.  Nothing had happened that time, either.
She pulled herself off the ground again and wrapped her legs around the
rope to try to climb again.  As she pulled on the rope and squeezed her
legs, that shock, that ripple, that wave, coursed through her body again,
causing her to let go and drop to the ground, but she stayed on her feet
this time.

   "Ha!  Told you!" said Jamie, but Diana barely heard him.  She was
thinking of other things at the moment.

   Jamie ran inside and got his dad.  They came out again and Jamie
explained the problem.  Their dad listened and considered the problem.

   "Well," he said.  "I guess you are a little young for a rope, but it's
too late to do anything about it now.  I can replace the rope with a rope
ladder if you want.  That way, when you're up in the treehouse, you'll
still be able to keep the pirates from boarding your ship by pulling it up
after you like you could the rope.  But," he added, "I can't do any more
today.  I'm bushed and I'll have to find a rope ladder someplace anyway. 
Maybe next weekend."

   "Daaaaaad," whined Jamie.

   "Sorry kids, you'll just have to wait.  And don't think about using our
step ladder.  It's too short to reach the platform and would tip over
beneath you if you stood on the top step.  If you try to use it" he warned,
"I'll take it out of your hide."

   "Daaaaad," whined Jamie again, but mostly in frustration.  He knew his
father wouldn't hit him or Diana, but he was also smart enough to
understand his father's warning about trying something stupid.  Inwardly,
Diana was beaming.  She had a whole week to explore this sensation that
climbing the rope had produced.  How many times could she repeat it?  How
quickly, or slowly, could they happen?  Could she control them at all? 
Diana didn't know the answers, but she was looking forward to trying to
find the answers.

   As they started walking towards the house for supper, Diana felt that
her pants seemed a little uncomfortable.  Maybe her underwear had ridden up
in her crotch with the climbing, thought Diana.  She went in to the
bathroom to wash up and pulled her jeans down.  She felt her underwear at
noticed a wet spot.  "Did climbing the rope make me pee in my pants?" Diana
asked herself.  She felt a little embarrassed at the thought of that as she
reached down to pull her underwear away from her skin.  She touched the wet
spot with her fingers and brought her hand to her nose as sniffed.  "That
doesn't smell like pee" she thought.  It had no smell at all, and seemed
thicker than pee, like baby oil.  Diana put her hand down her underwear and
felt her "hole" as she called it.  There was more of this slippery wetness
but for some reason, she wasn't worried.  It wasn't pee, that's all that
was important.  She was eleven now, and eleven year olds did not pee in
their pants--that was for babies.

   As Diana brought her hand up out of her panties, her fingers brushed her
little nub at the top where the skin came together.  She felt a brief flash
of what she had felt on the rope, but much quicker and less intense. 
Curious, she reached down again.  She felt a little more wetness down near
the hole and touching the little button again created the same feeling. 
Diana felt she was on to something, but her mother's call to come to supper
distracted her.  She pulled her pants back on, washed her hands and face,
and she didn't think any more about it that night.  The thought of asking
her mother about it never entered Diana's mind.

   Each day after school that week, Diana wasted no time in getting home to
try to climb the rope.  She tried different variations in gripping with her
hands and legs and how she pulled and squeezed the rope.  She was always
able to produce that wonderful feeling but with different variations.  She
learned to make it last by holding on tighter with her legs, but she had to
wait a little longer afterwards to repeat it.  If she relaxed just as it
hit, the feeling was weaker, but she could repeat it almost right away.

   Jamie made a few attempts at climbing the rope that week, but never got
more than a few feet off the ground.  Diana never did either, but she
wasn't trying to any more.  She almost cried when her father said that he'd
found a rope ladder and would install it Saturday morning.  On Friday
night, Diana was lying in the dark in her room, thinking about the rope. 
She'd spent the afternoon climbing it, realizing with each wave of pleasure
that she was that much closer to losing the rope.  She had been so
preoccupied with the rope that whole week that she hadn't really thought of
the wetness that came with it.  Each night she had just chucked her dirty
clothes into the laundry and gone to bed.

   Now, she lay on her stomach in bed and reached down into her underwear,
lifting her hips a little off the bed so her hands could get down there. 
At first, she let her fingers of one hand explore her body.  She had done
this before over the years, of course, but now it seemed to have a new
meaning, a definite goal of finding that wave of pleasure like climbing the
rope provided.  Her middle finger started at the little nub of skin, a
little beacon of sensitivity as she touched it.  She used her left hand to
push against the inside of her thigh as she moved her right hand down the
crack until she got to her butt-hole, and then came up again.  She found
the other hole and explored it a little.  Pushing with her middle finger,
it was able to enter the hole.  She was still a little wet from that
afternoon's exertions and could feel herself getting wetter once her finger
went in.  With her finger inside of her, Diana squeezed her left hand with
her thighs like it was the rope.  This brought a little wave of pleasure
rippling out across her whole body.

   She repeated the up and down strokes with her right hand, following the
crack that connected the nub, much more sensitive now, to her hole, much
wetter now.  Each pass seemed to send out a fresh ripple of pleasure. 
Diana gradually focused on a spot inside the slit, but below the sensitive
nub.  Touching the nub had started to become too intense, but touching
beneath it was wonderful.  She placed her left hand below her right, with
her middle finger going as deep into the hole as she could get it. 
Squeezing her thighs and pressing with her middle finger, Diana soon felt a
wave of pleasure that made climbing the rope pale in comparison.

   Just as Diana was coming down from this marvelous ride in the clouds,
she heard the floor creak and then saw the light in the bathroom that
connected her room to Jamie's turn on.  Had he heard anything?  Had she
made any sounds to worry about being heard?  She wasn't sure, but was too
relaxed to care at the moment.  She lay there, feeling the wetness that
wasn't pee on her hand.  When she saw the light under the door go out,
Diana lay still for a few more minutes.  She was about to doze off when she
thought she heard the floor creak again.  Had the light just gone out or
was there a pause between the light and the sound?  Diana couldn't be sure,
but she got up, tapped lightly on the bathroom door, and entered it when
nobody replied.  She couldn't see any light under Jamie's door, so didn't
think about it anymore.  Diana washed her crotch and her hands and went
back to bed.

   The next day, their father removed the rope and put up a rope ladder. 
Jamie was much happier and Diana had to pretend to be as well.  When Jamie
was with his friends, they used the treehouse for their games and didn't
want a girl playing with them.  Diana had her friends, too, but when they
came over they usually stayed in the house and played with toys rather than
go up to the treehouse.  Diana hadn't realized it before, but she had been
a bit of a tomboy, and still sort of wanted to be.  Although she didn't
want to sleep in the treehouse, she liked being outside and playing in
there.  But, her friends had no interest in climbing a rope ladder to the
treehouse so she didn't bother trying to convince them.

   Diana continued to explore her body at night before going to sleep.  She
had developed a pretty good routine that first time in bed and mostly stuck
to it.  Occasionally, Diana would lie on her back, but the waves of
pleasure would never quite come that way.  She could work herself up to a
peak, but would have to roll over on to her stomach to finish.  Every once
in a while she thought she heard the bathroom floor creak, but could never
be sure.  Whenever it did, she would listen intently but it wouldn't happen
again, or she'd hear the sounds of Jamie using the bathroom before he went
to bed.  She tried a couple of times to listen from the bathroom to Jamie
in his room, but was never sure about what she could hear.  If she were
exploring her body in her room, wouldn't it be reasonable that he'd do the
same in his room?

   Once or twice her mother had come into her room without knocking, but
Diana always had the light out and could flatten her hips back against the
bed so that it just looked like she was lying on her stomach with her arms
underneath her.  And besides, she was under the covers anyway, so there was
nothing to see.  But did her mother suspect anything?  Diana once thought
about the idea of her mother doing the same things to her body, but that
seemed too far out there to consider for very long.

   Over the next couple of years, the little bit that Jamie and Diana
played together in the treehouse completely ended when Jamie entered the
tenth grade and Diana entered the eighth grade.  Jamie had become more
possessive of the treehouse recently.  There were times he would go up
alone and pull the ladder up behind him, and he had put a lock on his
toychest.  Diana went up into the treehouse one day and noticed the lock;
it also smelled a little musty inside, but the blinds had been down and it
was a humid day, so she didn't think any more about it.  That night at
supper, Diana mentioned the lock.  At first, Jamie looked panicked, but
just said "I don't want her going through my toys, that's all." It was a
good enough of an argument for her parents and she let it go.

   Now, Jamie would go up in the treehouse with a few of his friends and
they'd pull the ladder up and close the hatch-door and the curtains.  She
had tried to go up there once while they were there, but all she could do
was look up and shout to them.  After a few shouts, Jamie looked out and
told her to go away.  This was a boys' treehouse and No Girls Allowed!

   At Jamie's birthday that year, fall had not really started yet, so they
decided to have the celebration outside.  He and his friends were running
around the back yard and going in and out of the treehouse while Dad cooked
on the grill.  Jamie had climbed the rope ladder and was just sticking his
butt out to sit on the platform when another boy started climbing.  This
pulled the ladder away from the platform, and Jamie along with it.  Jamie
fell to the ground and broke his right arm.  He was in a cast that went up
over his elbow for six weeks.

   A few days after his party, his friends came over and they went into
Jamie's room.  Diana could hear parts of their conversation through the
bathroom.  They didn't say why, but they wanted to be able to use the
treehouse even though Jamie couldn't be up there with them.  He protested
at first, saying it wasn't fair, but one of them said something about the
rules.  This silenced Jamie and he agreed.  Later that day, he told Diana
his friends would still be coming over to have meetings in the treehouse
and that she still wasn't allowed up there when they were here.  She felt a
little sorry for Jamie and could see the hurt on his face, but she agreed.

   This was also the time that their mother chose to sit them down and tell
them about sex.  Diana got to hear about penises and erections, and Jamie
had to learn about vaginas and periods.  Their mother covered the anatomy
fairly well and showed them pictures on the computer as she talked about
them.  Jamie, for the most part, looked bored for parts of the talk like he
already knew everything, and a little embarrassed for other parts, like
about periods.  When his mother mentioned pictures on the computer, Jamie
perked up a little bit, but then looked disappointed at the actual pictures
they viewed of a woman's and man's sex organs.  They were black-and-white
drawings with labels pointing to different parts.  The picture of the male
parts showed only the area around his penis, but the picture of the girl's
parts shown her breasts and also everything down between her legs.  Diana
studied the names and looked at what they pointed to, trying to imagine
them on her or Jamie's body.  She had seen him naked plenty of times back
when they used to take baths together, or go skinny dipping at Grammy's
house, but that had been many years ago.

   When it was over, Diana still had a few questions that went unasked
about some of the actualities of sex.  She understood, for example, that a
man's penis had an erection, went inside the woman's vagina, had a climax,
and a baby was made.  When the baby was born, the woman fed it with milk
from her breasts.  But what caused the erection and what was a climax? 
What made the baby inside the woman?  How was she supposed to make milk to
feed a baby?  She'd have to ask some of her friends at school if they could
fill in the missing pieces.

   The last thing that their mother said before she let them go was "Now
that I've told you everything about sex ["yeah, right" thought Diana], I
want you two to promise me something." She looked at each of them in turn
and they looked back at her, dreading what she was going to say next, but
not knowing why.  "I want you two to promise me that you won't do to each
other what we talked about." That was it?  Diana mentally took a step back
from their mother.  Why would either of them want to do any of THAT with
each other?  They looked at each other and then at their mom and each said
"I promise."

   That night before bed, Diana stood nude in front of the full-length
mirror that was at the foot of her bed, looking at herself from head to
toe. Standing at 5' 6" tall, she was tall for her age and towered over the
boys in her classroom.  When she was born, her hair had been blonde but had
steadily darkened over the years and was now more-or-less the shade of
honey.  She normally wore it in a high pony-tail but it reached her
shoulder blades when loose.  She looked into her own brown eyes and
wondered if she was pretty, though others often said she was.  She looked
further down and mentally pointed out items to herself that had been given
their official names today.  She looked at her breasts.  They had been
growing steadily the last two years.  When the treehouse so briefly had the
rope ladder, they looked like golf balls inside of her shirt; now they were
now about the size of small apples.  She looked at her areola that
surrounded her small nipples.  They were maybe the size of a penny.  Like
her hair, they had started out light, but were now now darkening to a
reddish brown that matched her nipples.  She reached up to touch one breast
with her hand, and felt her nipple harden under her palm.  She touched her
nipple and felt a tingle run through her body as it grew firm under her
fingers.  Next, she squeezed her breast slightly, and felt the same but
slightly reduced tingle run out from her hand.  Once her nipples were hard,
they did not require a direct touch to bring her pleasure.

   Diana rotated slightly, looking over her shoulder at her butt.  It was
starting to round out a little more, giving her some definite curves now.
Her hips were starting to widen a little, but she still retained a slender,
athletic build.  She turned back to face the mirror and moved her hand down
her flat stomach and stopped just at the top of her pubic hair.  Two years
ago, it had been a thin strip that pointed straight down and was barely
visible.  Over those two years, it had grown out and resembled a triangle
with rounded corners.  It was thicker and had darkened to match her hair.
The triangular patch ended just above her labia, so that they were in full
view.  At the top of where the two halves came together was a little ridge
that formed the hood to her clitoris.  It quickly disappeared back between
the folds of skin.  She moved her hand on down, over the bump that was
called her mound of Venus.  She touched her outer labia, keeping her finger
to the outside, tracing the line formed by her labia and her thigh.  She
moved her finger in a little toward the center, and came back up, and felt
little tingles start to grow inside of her as her fingers passed over the
smooth skin and then ridge in between.

   Diana sat down on the end of the bed and pulled the mirror closer to her
and rotating the bottom of it up slightly.  As she spread her legs, her
outer labia parted slightly and she looked at the delicate folds of skin
between her them.  She could just see the inner labia as they formed at the
ridge of her clitoris and then soon disappeared into the folds of the outer
skin.  She lightly touched her inner labia that was visible, feeling the
tingling in her skin increase.  Then, she used both hands and pulled the
skin to open her outer labia apart, looking at her inner labia, both
directly and in the mirror.  They were turning a little dark at the moment,
too, but more pink than brown like her hair and nipples.  She traced the
skin down from her clitoris and looked at how it became lower and lower
until it merged into her body just above the entrance to her vagina.  This
brought more tingles that spread upward into her body.  Diana moved her
fingers back up, this time in the crease between the inner and out lips,
slightly pinching her inner labia.  When she reached her clitoris, she
moved back down along the surface of the inner lips, feeling the dampness
that had started to come out.

   Next she opened her inner labia and looked at them in the mirror.  They
were also turning red, and she could see wetness forming at the entrance to
her vagina as it had opened a little.  She moved one finger back up and
over her clitoris and traced her finger over two labia, feeling their warm
wetness.  As she moved down, the pressure of her finger and the wetness on
her labia guided her finger into her vagina.  As her finger went deeper
into her vagina, Diana felt wetness surround it and brought it back up the
slit to her clitoris.  She repeated this several times, running her finger
first on one side of inner lips, then the other side, and then back down
the middle, bringing moisture out from her vagina to make the next journey
down slicker on her skin.  Diana loved watching her finger disappear inside
of herself, only to reappear with a shiny coat of warm liquid coating it.

   As the tingling grew throughout her body, Diana left the mirror and
turned out the light and climbed into bed.  She heard Jamie in the bathroom
but was too focused on herself to think about him.  As she started to touch
herself again, she again went over the words she had learned today.  As she
raised her hips, her right hand went over her mons Venus and touched her
vulva.  She used her fingers to open her labia and gently inserted her
middle finger into her vagina.  Her mother hadn't said what the fluid was
that Diana felt, but she knew she hadn't started having periods yet, and it
wasn't red, so she knew it wasn't blood.  She brought her finger back out
and slowly caressed her clitoris, feeling the tingles of pleasure that
pulsed out from her clitoris through her body.  She repeated the steps,
occasionally bypassing her vagina to rub her perineum and her butt-hole, or
anus to say it properly.

   Instead of using her left hand down between her thighs, Diana leaned
slightly on her side and used her hand to caress her right breast. 
Touching her areola again seemed to almost to flip a switch that turned on
her nipples and made them become erect again ("just like a boy's penis,"
she thought).  After only a few passes of her fingers on the areola, Diana
could softly squeeze her nipples and generate a whole new kind of ripple
that went through her body.  If she felt too sensitive, Diana would softly
squeeze her breast without touching her nipple and feel a reduced ripple,
but pleasant none-the-less.

   Diana continued to work her right hand from her vagina to her clitoris
and back again, focusing on the spot just underneath the clitoris where the
inner labia separated.  The ripples of pleasure from below joined the
ripples caused by her left hand on her breast and Diana felt that as they
blended together and amplified each other, she was going to pass out from
how intense her pleasure felt.  Somewhere far away in the back of her mind,
Diana thought she heard the floor in the bathroom creak again, but she
didn't care.  This felt too good to care about anything else.  Waves
crashed over her, again and again, causing her to writhe against her right
hand while squeezing her breast with her left.  After a few minutes, the
waves became ripples again and Diana was able to come down to reality once
again.

   As Diana rested, slightly panting, right hand drenched, she saw the
light in the bathroom go on, and heard the toilet flush.  Diana turned on
her reading light and got out of bed and went to the bathroom door.  When
she heard Jamie turn off the sink, she knocked on the door.

   "What?" he said, sounding angry.

   "Are you finished?" asked Diana.  "Can I come in to pee?"

   "Yes" Jamie said, now sounding sad.  She opened her door into the
bathroom as he was going out his door.

   "Is everything okay?" Diana asked.

   "Yes," Jamie replied.  "No," he said as he walked away, "I can't do
anything with this cast on." Diana didn't know what Jamie was referring to
by "anything" and he didn't elaborate as he closed his door.

   Diana peed and washed her hands and turned off the bathroom light.  With
the light out, she could see the light in her room coming through the
old-fashioned keyhole in the door.  She looked through the keyhole and
could see the length of her bed and her mirror near end of the bed.  She
stood and turned and saw light coming from Jamie's room.  She put her eye
to his keyhole and saw mostly his dresser and movie posters on the far
wall, but she could just barely see the end of his bed along a side wall.
Jamie was sitting on it, his back to her, looking down at his lap or maybe
the floor.  He sat there for a while and then stood up.  Diana thought she
saw his penis as he pulled his waistband up, so maybe he had been looking
at that.  It even looked like he might have had an erection, as her mother
had mentioned earlier this evening.  Maybe he was even trying to do what
she had been doing earlier, thought Diana.  The thought of that sent a
small charge through her body.  Maybe he had been watching her, either in
bed or while she had been looking in her mirror, or both.  Maybe she'd get
a chance to watch him sometime, too.  Those last two thoughts sent another
wave, slightly larger, this time, through her body.

   Diana went back to her bed, feeling the need to explore herself again.
As she reached down with her right hand, she realized that maybe that's why
he was upset about his cast.  It certainly would make things more
difficult. Diana had tried switching hands a couple of times, but found
using her left hand felt like it did not follow directions as well as her
right hand did, so felt awkward.  Besides, her left hand had its own job to
do.  She put these thoughts aside as her right hand got back to its
explorations and her left hand came up to her breasts.

   This time, however, the image of Jamie and his erect penis kept entering
her head, even though she had barely seen anything.  Still, just the idea
of seeing Jamie naked again caused the waves of pleasure to be even
stronger this time.  Diana fell asleep with her hands underneath her, one
finger under her mound and her other hand under her breast.  She woke up a
few hours later and got up to wash her hands.  As she was going back to
bed, she realized that she had left her light on from earlier but now it
was off.  Well, maybe one of her parents had seen it on when they went to
bed and come it to turn it off.  Or maybe Jamie had come in to turn it off.
And, that meant maybe he had been watching her again from the bathroom. 
That thought again sent another little shiver through her but this time she
fell into a deep and happy sleep.

   The next day at school did not provide much enlightenment for Diana--her
friends knew about as much as she did about sex.  She did find out that a
climax was also called an orgasm, and that girls could have them too, but
none of her friends could say what it was.  The best she got was "it's when
the boy shoots his stuff into you." Shoots?  Stuff?  "Yeah, he shoots seeds
inside of you" said another friend.  Seeds?  It seemed she had even more
questions than when she had come to school to get answers.  One last
question got an answer that Diana wasn't sure was serious or not.  She
asked "How do we feed a baby our milk?" One friend replied, "With a bottle,
stupid!" All Diana could picture was a woman squeezing her breast and
squirting milk into a bottle.  As the separated for the day, one of her
friends shouted out to her "By the way, call it a dick; don't say penis!"
As her friends laughed, Diana put her eyes down and walked quickly, turning
red and hoping no one realized that she was the recipient of that advice.

   Six weeks went by and Jamie's cast came off.  It was just in time as far
as everyone else in the family was concerned.  He was getting moodier every
day and even more so when he saw his friends go to the treehouse.  They
would come by to say hello and play inside with him, but he knew they'd be
leaving to go up there without him.  Diana overheard another conversation
at one point where it sounded like Jamie had asked for one of his friends
to bring him something.  Diana did not hear all of the reply but did hear
something about "against the rules." She later asked him if there was
anything he needed from the treehouse that she could bring him.  He snapped
"Mind your own business" and went back to his room.

   Before Jamie was allowed up in the treehouse, their mother announced
that something had to change.  She was not going to watch him break his arm
again because of that rope ladder.  She said that the rope ladder had to be
removed and a fixed ladder had to be put up instead.  Jamie started to
protest, but their mother said that was the only way he was going to play
up there again.  "Besides," she added, "you can still close the door from
the inside." Jamie agreed, since he had no choice.  The next weekend, their
father built a ladder from 2x4s that attached solidly to the bottom of the
treehouse.  All you had to do now was step from the ladder to the platform
to get inside.

   Things pretty much returned to normal after that.  Jamie and his friends
would go up in the treehouse after school and close the cover behind them.
Diana checked a couple of times to see that they had closed the cover
because her curiosity about what they played up there had come back, but
she was disappointed each time.  When she tried to push on the door, it
wouldn't move.  She went up there one afternoon when they weren't there and
saw that Jamie had added a bolt lock on the door, so that it could be
locked from the inside, and that he'd added a few fold-up chairs and a
crate or two, either for tables or to also be used as chairs.  It still had
a slight musty smell, but the curtains were open, so it was very faint.

   In the six weeks since Jamie had broken his arm, Diana had grown another
inch up and out.  She felt like she now had actual breasts like a woman (of
thirteen) should.  Diana had been wearing real bra to school for several
months now, but she still hated it.  All of those straps kept digging into
her and rubbing her skin bare.  She would usually take off her bra as soon
as she got home and not wear anything under her shirt.  Recently, however,
she had found a brand of top with a bra built into it.  It was comfortable
enough to wear around the house after school and for exercise.

   Since Diana's school normally let out about thirty minutes before
Jamie's school, she had time to workout before anyone else got home.  She'd
either go for a run around the block, or stay at home and use her mother's
yoga and aerobics DVDs if she didn't feel like going outside.  Today was a
little cloudy and the weather was starting to be a little too cool for her
taste, so Diana decided to workout inside.  Taking off her school clothes,
Diana put on a top and nylon running shorts that let her stretch and
workout comfortably.  The tops she wore gave almost as much support as her
bra, but let move around for the yoga or workout DVDs.  They tended to be a
little tight on her, but that was a small price to pay for losing those
straps.  Besides, they gave just enough support to hold things in place
while she moved around, which was what they were supposed to do.

   As Diana was nearing the end of a yoga DVD in her room, she heard Jamie
and his friends come in from school.  She looked out her window, and, as
she expected, they headed out to the treehouse.  She saw them move around
the treehouse until they closed the curtains, blocking her view to the
inside.  Her yoga DVD ended a few minutes later and Diana headed downstairs
for a drink.  As she drank and cooled down, Diana looked out the sliding
glass door to the treehouse and saw one of the boys climb down the ladder.
As he turned towards the house, Diana recognized Trevor, Jamie's best
friend.  He walked hurriedly to the back door of the house and glanced back
at the treehouse once as he pulled open the sliding door into the house.

   As he closed the door behind him, Diana said "Hi, Trevor." He jumped a
little at the sound of her voice, and seemed a little anxious as he turned
around.  "Hi, Diana," he replied, with maybe a slight shake in his voice.
"Excuse me." He rushed down the hall to the guest bathroom.  In just a
couple of seconds, Diana heard the sound of pee hitting water.  "That
explains the rush," Diana thought to herself as she continued her drink.

   A minute or so later, Trevor came out of the bathroom and got a glass
from the cabinet.  He got some water from the sink and drank.  "Sorry about
that, I really had to go," Trevor said after his first sip.  "When nature
calls..." Diana replied with a slight smile.  She had always liked Trevor.
He had always been nice to her, or at least never mean like some of Jamie's
other friends could be on occasion.  He never called her a little girl and
treated her like she was his age.

   Trevor took another drink and looked at Diana over the glass.  Going
from a workout to the cooler downstairs, and then standing in front of the
refrigerator to get a drink, had caused Diana's nipples to harden and press
against the fabric of her top, causing two noticeable bumps.  Trevor
started looking at her eyes, but his glance went down to the bumps in her
workout shirt.  He quickly looked up again, hoping she hadn't noticed.  She
had, but didn't show any outward sign.  Inwardly, however, she felt a
little surge of attraction towards Trevor.  He finished his drink (while
working in a few more discrete glances at her) and put his glass in the
sink.  "Gotta go, se 'ya." He headed back to the treehouse.  Diana hadn't
bothered trying to ask Trevor about the treehouse, because she knew he
wouldn't say anything.  He walked back quickly.  Diana waited a few minutes
and decided to follow him out.

   Diana came out and looked up to see the hatch door closed as it always
was when they were up there.  But something was different this time--the
door wasn't flush to the floor like it should be if it were closed all the
way.  Diana guessed that maybe Trevor had closed the bolt before the door
was all the way down, and the door was being held open by the bolt.  That
meant she could get inside and find out what they were doing!  Maybe.  If
she didn't make any noise climbing the ladder and if nobody noticed that
the door wasn't closed.  Diana stayed under the tree house for about five
minutes, looking up.  She wanted to wait a little while so that the boys
would start again whatever they had been doing so that she could catch them
red-handed, but she didn't want to wait too long in case someone noticed it
and locked it properly or if they were to finish and start to leave.

   After a few more minutes, Diana slowly climbed the ladder, being sure go
up just one rung at a time.  She did not want the wood to creak fearing
that the slightest sound would give her away.  When she got to the top, she
eased carefully on to the platform, still being very careful not to make
any noise.  She was glad she had her yoga clothes on since they did not
interfere with her movement up the ladder or to the platform, but she was a
little cold wearing shorts outside.  She listened at the door a little but
didn't hear anything through the floor.  She positioned herself so that the
hinge of the door was to her back.  That way, when she pushed up the door,
she'd be facing most of the space within the treehouse as the door swung
upwards.  Diana positioned herself and flexed her knees, ready to push up
through the door.  One-two-three-go!

   She pushed against the door and stood up suddenly.  The door banged
against the rear wall of the treehouse like a shot.

   "A-ha, caught you!" Diana shouted.  Or at least that is what she
intended to shout.  What came out was "Ahh..." as Diana looked down the
middle of the treehouse and saw four boys sitting on the two toy chests and
a couple or folding chairs.  All of them had their pants down around their
ankles and their penises ("They're called dicks, stupid!") in one or both
hands.  All of them had turned to look at what caused the door to slam open
and had a gaze of something between fear and amazement on their faces. 
Along the floor or beside each boy looked to be a magazine with naked women
in it.  Just as Diana was processing all of this in her brain, she felt a
bird poop on the side of her face.  "Bird?  How did a bird get in here?"
Diana thought in the back of her mind.  A movement caught her peripheral
vision and Diana turned and saw Trevor, also with his dick in his hand.  He
was looking scared and sorry at the same time.  His dick was pointed in her
direction but also up in the air since it was hard as well, but she was
close enough to see that it was also wet.

   Everyone stayed that was for half a second.  Diana started to move, not
sure where she was going.  Thinking that she was going back out of the
treehouse, Trevor jumped up and stepped across the door opening and grabbed
Diana under the armpits.  She was lifted into the treehouse and the door
slammed closed before she could do anything else.  Everyone was looking at
each other again, not sure what to do.

   "Now what do we do?" asked Trevor, mostly to the room but Diana assumed
that Trevor was speaking to Jamie since it was his sister that just came
in.

   "I don't know, let me think a minute," said Jamie.  Diana opened her
mouth, starting to say something, but really didn't know what she was going
to say.  She closed her mouth felt something inside her lips.  Reflexively,
Diana's tongue went to the spot and she tasted something sweet.  Her tongue
came out of her mouth and touched more of the liquid that was there.  It
was also sweet as she brought a little more into her mouth.  Then Diana
remembered that it must be the bird poop she was tasting and spat out
several times.  She felt Trevor lift her up again and saw that he was
handing her a baby wipe.  She wiped the bird poop off her face and was
about to drop the baby wipe to the floor when Trevor held out a plastic
shopping bag that was obviously being used as a trash bag.  Diana dropped
the baby wipe into the bag, and then noticed that each boy had some type of
bag near him, as well as a some type of towel or roll of paper towels.

   "What are you guys doing" Diana finally managed to asked, though she was
getting an idea, and the idea was exciting her as it mixed in with the fear
of being caught while catching them.

   "What now?" Trevor asked again.

   Jamie looked around the room and back at her, as if something there
might tell him what to do.  As Diana watched Jamie, his look went suddenly
calm.  Jamie walked over to Diana, which fortunately wasn't very far since
he and the other boys still had their pants around their feet, but their
dicks had all gone soft, she noticed.

   He walked around behind her.  She started to turn but he held her
shoulder's so that she faced the other boys.  This made her a little
nervous but she tried her best not to show it.  She knew Jamie would never
hurt her, but she also knew that he was scared and didn't know what he
intended to do.

   "Boys," he said from behind her, "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." They
looked back, not quite sure what he meant.  Diana was sure that she
mirrored their look of puzzlement as their gaze returned to her.

   "Diana," Jamie said from behind her, "I think the best thing for
everyone here is that you join our club." The other boys shifted their gaze
from Diana to back Jamie again, and she started to turn around again to ask
him what he meant by that.  But, just as he finished speaking, Jamie bent
over and pulled Diana's shorts down.  Her underwear started to come down
with her shorts, but didn't make it past her thighs.  Jamie quickly put his
hand between her thighs and grabbed the crotch of her panties, pulling them
down to her ankles to join her shorts.

   Diana tried to hunch her shoulders and bend over to hide her crotch from
their view, but Jamie held her shoulders and kept her standing, facing the
four other boys.  Diana was acutely aware that her pubic hair was now a
honey-brown triangle that stood out against her fair skin.  Diana could
almost hear the bottom corner of the triangle that ended just above her
labia screaming "Look, it's here!"

   And look they did.  As her pants had come down, the boys immediately
shifted their gaze of fear and wonder of what Jamie had said to lust and
wonder of the bottomless girl in front of them.

   "Look at that pussy!" one of the boys, Jimmy, exclaimed.  Or was it
Johnny?  Jimmy and Johnny were identical twins.  They both had sandy brown
hair and wore glasses.  The only two differences between them was that
Jimmy wore metal-rimmed glasses and was left-handed and Johnny wore black
plastic glasses and was right handed.

   "Nobody touches her!" Jamie hissed at the other boys.  Despite her
nervousness at the moment, Diana felt a flash of admiration for Jamie.  He
was still trying to look out for her, even though he was in a position that
he wasn't sure how to handle.  At the same time, Diana felt a flash of
attraction towards Jamie.  He was taking control and making decisions;
being strong.  Diana also had the realization that "pussy" must mean her
vulva since that was what just became visible.

   "Each of us had to jerk off in front of the group to join," continued
Jamie.  "You can do the same.  I know you do it, because I've watched you
many times.  You can do it," he added in a softer voice to her ear.  The
confirmation of Diana's thoughts sent a flush of energy through her.  And
that Jamie had confidence in her gave her a boost mentally that he was
trying to help her as best he could given the circumstances.  She instantly
realized that "jerking off" meant touching herself, but didn't really like
that phrase.  It was too harsh and did not describe the feelings she had
while doing it or the delicacy of it.  Standing in front of four boys was
also starting to be exciting once her initial shock of exposure had died
down.  She looked at saw them all staring at her crotch, her "pussy," and
was amazed to see that they'd started to get erections again.  "I'm causing
them," she thought to herself, feeling another surge of energy (and a
little wetness) within herself.

   "After you've done that, we'll vote for you to be a part of our group,"
Jamie repeated.  "We'll go over the rules and you'll have a place to come
where you won't have to be worried about getting caught by Mom or Dad."

   "A place to come" laughed Phil, the last of the group.  "Get it?" Jimmy
and Johnny laughed a little while Trevor continued to stare at the
beautiful sight before him.  Diana didn't understand the joke but thought
about some of the times that her mother had walked in on her.  "Maybe it
would be nice to have a little privacy.  I can do this," Diana thought to
herself.

   "Okay," she murmured.  Thinking about it was one thing, but now actually
having to do it was another.  With her pants still around her ankles, Diana
hobbled over to her toy chest and Jamie sat opposite on his.  The boys took
up seats on the other boxes and chairs, and all of them turned towards her.
Sitting on the two toy chests facing each other, Jamie's and Diana's knees
were only a foot or two away from each other.

   Diana flushed again, wondering how she was going to do this.  She sat
for a minute, then stood up and removed her pants and panties completely.
It seemed foolish to leave them on now.  Some of the boys did the same
thing, as if this was the first time that idea had ever come to them. 
Diana sat back down and considered lying on her stomach on the hard plywood
top of the toy chest.  The thought did not appeal to her.

   While sitting, Diana moved her right hand down her stomach towards her
crotch.  She passed her hand over her pubic hair, then her mound, and then
Diana slid her hand between her closed legs and started touching herself,
knowing that she was already wet.  As she used her right hand to touch her
clitoris, Diana brought her left hand down to massage the inside of her
thighs.  Although she preferred having her left hand down lower, she was
trying to keep her legs closed to hide herself from the boys' stares.  As
Diana continued to touch herself, however, she realized that she was
feeling real excitement and did not want to hide that, either from them or
from herself.

   Diana looked up and saw that all of the boys had started to jerk-off,
including Jamie right across from her.  Watching them, "jerking off" seemed
a much better phrase for boys than for a girl.  They were literally jerking
their dicks; their movement seeming somehow primitive.  Some of them used
their entire hand while others used just a few fingers, like holding a
pencil.  Some were going vigorously up and down and some went more slowly.
Some used their other hand to grasp their scrotums and massage their
testicles as they jerked their dicks.  All of them had a towel or tissue in
one hand or draped across a leg.  All of them seemed to be looking at her
hands and her crotch, except for Jamie, who was looking back at Diana as
she watched them.

   Diana's eyes moved down to Jamie's dick.  He made no effort to hide
himself from her and did not change his rhythm, which was slower than the
other boys.  The head of his dick looked to be a dull pinkish purple, and
Diana could see wetness come out of the hole at the end on every stroke.

   As he moved his hand down, he spread the wetness around the shaft under
his hand.  Diana thought this must be similar to the liquid her own body
made, making it easier for the guys to rub their hands over their dicks as
hers made it easier to put her finger inside of herself and rub herself. 
She looked up again and saw him smile a little.  It wasn't a leer or
anything dirty, but a smile that said "I understand you.  Enjoy this." She
realized that he liked being watched, at least by her.  And she realized
that she liked being watched also, at least by him.

   Diana opened her knees a little, giving a little more to see to Trevor
and Jamie who were in front of her.  As her gaze shifted between the two
boys' dicks, Diana couldn't help but compare them.  Trevor's seemed to be a
little larger than Jamie's, and it looked like he had a little more skin
than Jamie.  Trevor held his dick like a pencil, but also was squeezing the
juice out of the hole in the top on every upward movement.

   Diana didn't think as she moved her left hand up to massage her right
breast.  Her nipple quickly became erect and pressed through the fabric of
her top.  She heard a soft sigh from her audience and realized where her
hand was.  For a quick moment she became self-conscious but then realized
where she was and where her other hand was, and being self-conscious about
an erect nipple seemed silly.  Diana returned her hand to her breast to
resume its squeezing.

   After a moment, in a bold move that she would not have thought possible
just minutes ago, she pulled her shirt over her head and off.  Her breasts
rode up a little as the support top pulled them, but then they escaped the
hold of the elastic band and bounced back down, jiggling softly before
coming to a stop.

   Diana's right hand returned to her crotch and her left hand to her right
breast, this time squeezing from the bottom so that her nipple remained
visible to the boys.  Taking her top off gave the other boys a little more
to see, making her a little more excited as well.  Diana thought again that
she liked displaying herself to the boys.  Her nervousness had gone away,
being replaced by the excitement of something new.  Now, being fully nude
in front of five boys and touching herself seemed almost normal, even
though she'd been here only a few minutes.

   Diana looked at the boys and realized their pose more or less matched
hers--feet together, knees spread, hand at the crotch.  She could tell the
boys enjoyed the sight of her breasts by another increase of speed in their
efforts.  There was also one lone, almost inaudible "What tits!", but she
couldn't tell who said it.

   "Tits equals breasts," Diana thought inwardly, briefly, as she remained
focused on her own efforts.  She could hear the sound of their jerking off,
each boy with his own rhythm.  It reminded her of hearing a bat's wings
flapping as it flew around a lamp collecting bugs.  Diana briefly wondered
again where the bird was that had pooped on her but that thought was just a
flash as the pleasure built within her body.  That she was fueling their
excitement made Diana that much more excited herself.

   Diana started to move her right hand up and down a little more quickly,
pulling wetness up from her vagina and rubbing her favorite spot beneath
her clitoris.  She wanted to bring her left hand back down so that she
could use her right hand to focus on her favorite spot, but she knew this
would block the boys' view of her crotch, which now she did not want to do.
(How things had changed in just the past few minutes!) And, since Diana did
not normally touch her nipples for very long, providing them extra
attention now was a pleasant change in her routine.  The boys seemed to
enjoy it as well, so Diana kept her hands where they were.

   Watching Trevor and Jamie again, she could see that their movements were
a little more focused now, as their gaze shifted from her right hand to her
left and back again.  Diana decided she could give them a little more to
see.  She leaned back slightly and opened her knees a little more.  When
her hand was near its upward movement, her labia would now be visible to
Trevor and Jamie.

   Diana had been using just the middle finger of her right hand, but now
she used her index finger as well.  Every few strokes, as Diana brought her
hand up from her vagina, she used her two fingers to open her outer labia
and show the boys the pink lips inside that lead down to her vagina.

   "Look at that pussy," Trevor said beside Jamie with an admiring but
shakey voice.  This caused Jimmy on one end and Phil on the other to stand
up so they could get a better view.  At the same time all of the boys'
speed picked up again.  Diana wondered again about the word "pussy" and
decided that it must mean everything down there collectively, outside and
inside.  She was truly enjoying herself now, and enjoying the way the boys
were watching her, touching themselves.  Diana opened her legs a little
more, so the boys on the end could see her a little better.  This also
helped pull her labia apart as she rubbed herself, causing the opening
below to come into view.

   This also caused the first tremor of an pleasure to go through her body,
causing her to close her eyes briefly.

   When she looked up again, she saw that some of the boys were moving
really fast, their hands flying up and down over their dicks.  Some had
their eyes partially closed, enjoying the feelings they were giving
themselves.  Diana looked straight ahead at Jamie and noticed that he, too,
was now moving much more rapidly than before and his eyes were now fixed
between her legs, at her pussy that was on open display in front of him.

   Diana looked down again at the glistening slit between her legs that had
captured everyone's attention and another wave of pleasure went through her
and caused her to moan a little and close her eyes again.  As far as she
could remember, this was the first time she had ever made a definite sound
while touching herself, and it seemed to have a positive effect on the
boys, as some of them echoed her moan.

   As she heard the other boys start to groan as well, she looked up and
saw that a couple of them were holding towels to their dicks.  She saw
Trevor lift his towel up to his dick and hold it a little out in front of
the hole at the end.  She had probably seen a name for that hole on the
picture, but couldn't think of it now.  She saw a pearly-white liquid
shooting out of Trevor's dick, first several squirts one after the other,
and then it slowed down as he squeezed out the last bit.  He continued to
rub and squeeze his dick as a little bit of fluid continued to come out
with each squeeze and then stop as his dick became softer.  He sat as
though the fluid that had drained out of him had also drained all of his
energy.  He looked up at Diana and smiled and then his gaze returned to wet
crotch.  She thought she saw his dick twitch again like it wanted to rise
again but he was too drained (literally) to do more than watch her now.

   Diana then focused on Jamie in front of her.  He hadn't shot his stuff
out at the same time as the other boys, and was just beginning to.  Diana
watched the intensity on his face as his gaze shifted from her pussy to his
own dick.  He used his entire hand, and it moved rhythmically up and down
his dick and then a twisting motion at the top, either a circle or
figure-eight, Diana thought.  His dick was coated with the clear liquid
that had been coming out of it.  This lead to a brief image of a boy's dick
(Jamie's?  Trevor's?) sliding into her vagina.  This thought was
interrupted as Jamie's dick began erupting the white fluid like the other
boys had.  Several spurts shot into the air.  The first went across the
aisle and landed on Diana's leg and the second fell just short on to the
floor, staying in a little white puddle.  Looking at Jamie's dick again,
more of the stuff was coming out, but Jamie had brought a washcloth up to
his dick to catch it.  He squeezed his dick to get the last of it out as
Trevor had, and then folded the cloth and put it down.

   Diana realized that each of the boys had climaxed, shooting out the
stuff that would make a baby.  Then she realized that that is what she had
been doing whenever she felt those ripples and waves of pleasure.  Those
feelings were what a girl felt when she had a climax, or orgasm.  She
didn't shoot anything out like a boy, but she became much wetter and more
relaxed afterwards.

   Diana realized that she was still sitting with her legs spread in front
of the boys.  She looked down again and saw several drops of juice leak
down the crack towards her butt-hole.  Now that the excitement had passed,
Diana lifted her hand away from her crotch and closed her legs to a more
comfortable position.

   She looked around at the boys.  Each one now seemed to be more relaxed
as well and was becoming soft again, including Jamie.  They were wiping
their dicks with their cloths or baby wipes, and Diana realized that this
was a pretty good way for them to keep the treehouse clean.  Each boy took
his "dirty laundry" and threw it in the trash if it was a paper towel or
baby wipe, or maybe put it in the laundry if it was a cloth towel.

   The only thing that remained in the treehouse was the musty smell that
she had smelled before and smelled again now, though more intense since it
was fresher.  She watched as Jamie cleaned himself up with a baby wipe and
wiped up the little puddle on the floor.  He then smiled as he reached over
and rubbed the little bit that had landed on her leg and had started to run
slowly down her knee towards the floor.  She felt an electric charge as he
touched her, both from the touch and from the idea of what he was wiping up
and how she had helped him make it.

   Diana then realized in a moment of clarity that it wasn't a bird that
had pooped on her face earlier--Trevor had shot some of his stuff on
her--and she had tasted it!  That thought send a shiver of pleasure through
her as well.  It wasn't like an orgasm, but felt like an expectation or
anticipation of things that would happen in her future with boys.  She
again had the vision of a dick entering her vagina, her pussy, but was
again interrupted by the movement around her.

   The boys were all standing now, cleaning up.  As they moved around,
Diana tried to look at each boy's relaxed dick.  Some were larger than
others, either longer or thicker, but all were about the same size.  It
wasn't an exact comparison since some of the boys were still a little hard,
with their dicks pointing straight out, and some had softened all the way,
with their dicks resting on their scrotum sack.  Diana laughed inwardly a
little as she watched all of them bounce around as the boys moved around.
Some had more hair than others, but all had hair on their stomach just
above their dicks, and on their scrotums.  She noticed that Jimmy and
Johnny were not circumcised but Jamie and Phil were.  Trevor's dick looked
somewhere between circumcised and not; there was skin that he had been
moving up and down, but the end of his dick wasn't completely covered like
Jimmy and Johnny.  The ones that still had their foreskin looked different,
but between size, hair, and foreskin, each boy's penis was as unique as
each boy was.

   As the boys got cleaned and dressed, they had all but ignored Diana, who
had remained seated on the toy chest.  She had barely moved other than to
lift her hands and close her legs.  None of them seemed self-conscious
about being naked in front of each other, and Diana thought that being
naked in front of each other was pretty minor compared to "jerking off" in
front of each other.  Each picked up a magazine and handed it to Jamie who
put them in his toy chest.  Diana only caught a brief glance but could see
a pretty woman on the cover of some of them.  "They must have other
pictures inside them," thought Diana.  "Pictures of girls without their
clothes on that the boys use for jerking off." This thought excited her
since they had ignored their magazines and had all been looking at her for
their fantasy.

   As they finished getting dressed, Jamie spoke out loud to the group. 
"I'm guessing everyone here is in favor of letting my sister into the
club?" All of the boys stopped what they were doing and looked up at Jamie,
and then realized that Diana was still sitting there naked.  Gazes shifted
from Jamie to Diana, and she felt a flash of embarrassment followed by a
larger flash of excitement caused by being naked, except for socks and
shoes, in front of a bunch of boys.

   "Aye," said one boy, and then another, and each in turn with Trevor
being the last.  "Aye," he said, looking directly into Diana's eyes.

   "Aye from me, too." Jamie said to the group.  Diana stood up, realizing
that her hands and butt were sticky.  Jamie must have realized it too as he
reached for a baby wipe and a paper towel to hand her.  Diana spread her
legs and bent her knees a little, to be able to wipe herself clean with the
baby wipe.  She was acutely aware of every boy's gaze on her as she did
this, and felt another flash of excitement.  She patted herself dry with
the paper towel and then patted the wet spot that had formed on the toy
chest underneath her, and then threw the towels in the trash.  She turned
back to pick up her clothes and heard someone, Trevor again maybe, say
"nice ass." Another slight flash of excitement passed through her as she
got dressed, thinking of all their eyes watching her every move.

   "Okay, here are the ground rules," started Jamie, once she was dressed.
"First, you don't tell anyone about our group.  Not any friends, certainly
not Mom or Dad.  Our group is big enough already and we don't need or want
anyone else in it.  Mom and Dad would end it and there's no telling what
kind of trouble we'd be in." Diana nodded.

   "Second, whoever comes to the treehouse has first choice of privacy or
company.  If someone comes to the treehouse and you're already there, it's
your choice if you let him up.  But, if you let one person up, you have to
let up everyone else after that.  Understand?" Diana nodded.  "We usually
go with company, since we don't watch each other.  But now that you're part
of the group, there might be times you want to be up here by yourself.  You
may be the center of attention if you're up here with others, so that might
be something to consider." Diana nodded again, but was thinking that being
up here having a boy (Jamie) or boys (Jamie and Trevor) might not be too
bad.  But then again, being alone up here could be nice, too.

   "If you are up here by yourself and someone is waiting, though," Jamie
continued, "don't take a lot of time.  Once you get off, move out for the
next person." Diana nodded again and thought "Get off means climax."

   "Third, whoever is the last one up makes sure the door is locked, RIGHT
TREVOR?" Jamie asked as he looked at Trevor.  Trevor started to say
something but held it, and then just nodded.

   "Fourth, provide your own toiletries and clean up after yourself.  We
try our best to keep it neat in here.  Every month or so we all chip in a
couple of bucks and buy paper towels and baby wipes.  Everyone can use
those, but you're responsible for your own trash.  If you want to bring a
towel or washcloth from inside, that's your preference.  I bring in a
washcloth and rinse it out in the bathroom sink before throwing it in with
the laundry," Jamie added.

   "Cleaning up also means locking up any magazines you might use.  They go
in my toy chest with the paper towels and wipes.  The combination is
1-2-12, pretty easy to remember" he said, as he looked around to verify all
of the magazines had been put away and locking the case.  "Rule 4-1/2 is
that the magazines stay here.  This is the safest place for them, as I was
recently reminded.  I don't know that you'll have any interest in our mags,
but if you want to, we can see if Trevor's brother can find something you'd
like."

   "He works in the bookstore at the mall," Trevor added.

   "And, fifth, have fun" Jamie said with a smile.  All the other boys
smiled too, knowing how much fun being in the treehouse could be.

   Everyone started to collect their things again, and then Jamie said in a
louder voice:

   "One new rule.  NO FUCKING!  This is my sister, she is here just like we
are, to jerk off, either in peace or in company, and that's it. 
Understand?" The other boys nodded.  Diana nodded too, not knowing what
"fucking" meant, but she intended to find out, but also suspected she
already knew.

   "It's not really an official rule," Jamie told Diana as the other boys
started to exit the treehouse, but we try to keep our meetings to after
school or other times Mom and Dad aren't here.  It is just makes things
easier." Diana nodded.  "If they are here when we're up here, you may want
to stay out.  That's better than having them wondering why you're up here
with us.  And it's better than being caught in a lie if you tried something
like saying you were going to a friend's house and one of them saw you in
the backyard." Diana could see the logic, but already being denied an
opportunity to come up here again, even in theory, hurt a little.  Jamie
must have noticed the change on her face and added, "Don't worry, though,
you'll always be welcome now that you're part of the group.  We just need
to keep it secret." Diana nodded again, perked up a little by being part of
a secret with Jamie, and what a great secret at that.

   That night at supper, Diana could barely sit still.  The thrill of the
afternoon was still coursing through her, making her very excited.  It
seemed that no matter how she sat, something rubbed her somewhere that made
her more excited.  If she sat one way, her shirt rubbed against her
nipples. When she moved to adjust her shirt, her shorts pulled up against
her clitoris.  When she adjusted that, they started riding up between her
labia.  She couldn't win--and she loved it!  Finally, though, her mother
had had enough.  "Diana, stop fidgeting.  If you can't sit still, you may
be excused." She cast a look at Jamie who only smiled back at her as he
continued eating.  All of this was new for her, but he was used to it.  As
she stood, Diana was sure that there'd be a wet spot on her chair, or at
least something visible on the outside of her shorts, and was surprised
everything appeared normal.

   Diana took her plate into the kitchen and wondered what she should do.
She could go out to the treehouse by herself and jerk off again (there HAD
to be a better word than that!), or up to her room.  She needed to study
anyway for a test tomorrow, but wasn't sure how much she'd be able to
concentrate feeling how she did now.  Diana decided to compromise by going
upstairs and lying on the bed with her books in front of her.  As she read,
she reached underneath herself and pressed against her pussy through her
pants.  That word wasn't so bad; "pussy" was much smoother than "jerking
off," Diana thought.

   Diana started to caress herself through her shorts.  She was surprised
at how much she could feel through them, but then that shouldn't have
surprised her, given how worked up she already was.  Diana lost focus on
her books and her thoughts drifted to that afternoon.  She pictured Trevor
and Jamie sitting across from her, touching themselves as they watched her.
She had enjoyed performing for them and she had enjoyed watching them
climax, seeing the white stuff shoot out of their dicks.  She thought again
of Trevor's stuff on her cheek and in her mouth.  This last thought started
her climax coursing through her body, rippling out in waves, each stronger
than the last.  When the waves passed, she finally felt the moist spot on
the outside of her shorts that she'd expected at supper.  As she was lying
there, not seeing the books right in front of her, she heard the familiar
floor squeak and turned, this time to see Jamie standing there, smiling. 
She smiled back, tired but relaxed.

   "I'm sorry for having to put you on the spot today, but it appears to
have worked out for the best for all of us.  And, as you can tell, the
first day is the best," he said.  "You're all worked up and ready to jack
off again, I bet.  You could do it again right now if you wanted to." Diana
thought she probably could, thinking that "jack off" must be the same as
"jerk off" and was only a slightly better phrase.  It would be even better,
she thought, if Jamie stayed to watch.  But she wanted to wait a while. 
She enjoyed every climax; there was no need to rush them.  As if reading
her mind, Jamie added "I'd love to pull up a chair and watch, but doing
that inside where Mom or Dad could walk in wouldn't be smart.  By the way,"
Jamie continued, "Mom and Dad will probably be home most of the weekend,
and that always cuts down on our treehouse time, so if you want to use it
tomorrow, be sure to get up there as soon as you can." Diana realized today
was Thursday, and Jamie was right.  It would be difficult to find a reason
to go out to the treehouse while they were home, and certainly wouldn't be
able to go out there together.

   Jamie left and Diana returned to her studying, but was now too relaxed
to really be able to concentrate on the books.  She closed them and packed
them in her school bag.  She'd find time to study at school before the
test, which wasn't until after lunch.  Diana took off her clothes,
verifying that a spot had indeed soaked through her panties and a smaller
spot had made it through her shorts.  She turned on the bath faucet and
stepped into the tub for a shower.  As she held her head under the shower,
she thought of what Jamie had said earlier.  It had certainly worked out in
a way she hadn't expected, and that way was definitely better than anything
she could have expected.  She had done things that she never dreamed of
doing.  Had Jamie known she could?  Had his whisper been one of
encouragement to her or hope to himself?  As these thoughts ran through
Diana's mind, she stretched back to wring the water out of her hair.  As
she did, the shower stream hit her on her breasts.  Normally, this would
not have made any difference to Diana; she had washed her breasts hundreds
of times without getting excited.  But with everything that happened today
still fresh in her mind, her senses were awakened by the water's impact on
her nipples.  She thought to herself "I waited a few minutes, so this isn't
really rushing, is it?"

   Diana lifted the shower head from its holder on the wall.  At first, she
left the shower on its regular mode so that the streams of water would
tickle her skin as she moved the shower down from her breasts.  She moved
the shower head in a slow oval between her thighs and her belly button.  As
she did this, her thoughts again returned to Jamie and Trevor, touching
themselves, walking around naked, their dicks bouncing naturally as they
moved.  Gradually, she focused the stream on her pussy lips and the
tingling that had started at her breasts became a stronger pleasure that
started to build inside of her.  Diana rotated the shower control to pulse
mode and squatted slightly as she had done to clean herself in the
treehouse.  This opened her labia to the pulses of water, with each one
striking a different spot on her labia, or "pussy lips?" thought Diana, or
clitoris.  As each pulse splashed against her, Diana felt a little pulse
inside of her and the pleasure sensations continued to grow.  She
transferred the shower head to her left hand and her right middle finger
delved into her vagina, sending another wave of pleasure through her.  As
she pulled her finger out, she used two fingers to open and pull her outer
pussy lips towards her stomach, exposing and tightening the skin just below
her clitoris.  As the pulses started to hit her favorite spot, Diana felt
the waves of an orgasm flow through her.  Wave after wave crashed as she
felt her knees weaken.  When it finished, Diana found that she was now
resting her head and shoulder against the shower wall, her legs shaking a
little.  She slowly straightened up and finished her shower and went to
bed, still a little weak in her knees.

   As Diana lay in bed, she realized that she could probably count on one
hand the number of times that she had touched herself in the shower.  Even
with the focused stream of the shower head, it usually took her too long to
climax in there, either standing as she just had, or lying down in the tub.
She did not like to stay in the shower too long for fear of drawing
attention to herself for wasting water or hogging the bathroom.  But of the
times she had touched herself in the shower, tonight had produced the most
intense orgasm.  Was this because she was still excited from this
afternoon, or had this afternoon caused a shift inside of her, either
physically or in her attitudes about self-pleasure, that caused her to be
more aware of herself?  Diana tried to think about this but drifted into a
very deep and content sleep.

   Diana's sleep was so deep that she barely heard her alarm clock the next
morning.  Only after it had been going off for several minutes did the
sound finally penetrate the barrier of her sleep.  She noticed the time and
jumped out of bed to get ready for school.  She thought about telling her
friends something of yesterday, leaving out the actual treehouse, but
decided not to mention it to them at all.  Throughout the day, Diana's mind
wandered back to yesterday, or looked forward to this afternoon when she
could be able to go back there.  She barely studied for her afternoon test,
but did a decent job on it she felt, given her distractions.

   Before leaving school, Diana went to the library and found a slang
dictionary.  She looked up "jerk off" and found some different definitions.
Most of them seemed aimed at boys: choke the chicken, spank the monkey,
twist the tube, etc.  She found a couple for girls: stroking the pussy and
rubbin' the nubbin', but decided that either the technical name,
masturbation, would have to work best, or maybe she'd just stick with
"touching herself."

   When the last bell rang, Diana already had her bag packed and ran to the
bus.  She knew she would have about thirty minutes alone in the treehouse
before her brother and his friends arrived.  She wanted to use this time as
a "warm up" period, trying to anticipate how the rest of the day would go
once they arrived.  She had not decided yet if she would stay up there with
the boys after they arrived.  It was an exciting prospect, but Diana
wondered if she wanted to do that on a regular basis, or at least so soon.

   When the bus stopped near her house, Diana said goodbye to her friends
quickly and ran down the street towards home.  She dropped her bag inside
the door and ran up the stairs.  After taking off all of her clothes except
her socks, Diana found a yellow support top and black spandex vollyball
shorts to wear to the treehouse.  The shorts pulled up into her labia,
giving her a "camel-toe" as Jamie had once described it, but she didn't
care.  She had chosen this outfit with the knowledge that once the boys
arrived, she wouldn't be in it for very long, or might even be out of it
before they arrived.  If it stayed on long enough for them to arrive, and
after she was out of it, their eyes would be on her.  She put on her shoes
again and ran downstairs.

   As Diana crossed the kitchen to the sliding glass door, she almost
literally screeched to a stop when she saw her mother sitting at the
kitchen table.

   "Mom, what are you doing home?" Diana asked, trying not to sound
disappointed.

   "Lord, Diana.  You just flew up those stairs before I could even speak
to you.  I took the afternoon off so that we could go shopping together. 
We haven't spent much time with each other recently, and I wanted to make
it up to you.  You look like a bumble bee in that outfit.  Where are you
running off to?"

   Diana thought quickly.  "I was just going for a short run before
studying." She couldn't think of any way to not go shopping with her mom
that wouldn't raise her suspicions.  "I can go back up to change.  I'll be
right back." When Diana came back down dressed in a regular top (with a
bra) and her jeans on, Jamie and his friends were there, chatting with
their mother.  Diana looked at Jamie as if to say "Help me!" He looked back
and gave a little shrug of his shoulders.  "What can I do about it?" he
seemed to say.

   When Diana and her mother returned from shopping, Jamie's friends were
gone and Jamie was studying in his room.  "Sorry about that, Diana," Jamie
lamented as she came into his room from the bathroom.  "What could I have
done?"

   "Nothing, I guess.  At least I got some clothes out of it."

   "If it's any consolation, everyone missed you, especially Trevor." This
last part sent a small charge through Diana.  "And, just to remind you,
there is no obligation on your part to be in there with us.  You can be
there by yourself if you want to.

   "I know.  I tried to get up there before you came home, but Mom was
already here.  I hadn't decided what I was going to do, not that it matters
now."

   The rest of the weekend went as Jamie had predicted.  With both of their
parents home, neither of them ever got the chance to go out to the
treehouse.  Diana had decided to "abstain" until she could get out there
again, so for her, it was a very long weekend.

   Monday passed pretty much like Friday had been, except she received the
test she had taken Friday.  A low B.  Not bad, considering how preoccupied
she'd been.  She felt like today had to work; there was no way her mother
would take off another day from work.  Diana again ran home from the bus
stop, this time pausing to look around the house for her mother, or father,
to verify neither was home.  Satisfied, Diana ran upstairs and stripped,
and then put on the same yellow top and black shorts she had worn on
Friday. Getting her shoes back on, she ran downstairs, again looked around
for anyone that may have come home in the last five minutes, and then went
out to the treehouse.

   She looked up the ladder as if now getting ready to explore a new world.
She could feel her excitement grow with each step up and knew that she had
already started getting wet.  She pushed up on the trap door, and stood up
facing an empty room.  She stepped inside and lowered and locked the door.
Diana knew that her time was limited, at least as far as being alone, but
she wanted to savor everything.  She inhaled and smelled the mustiness she
now knew to be the boys' white fluid.  Had her mother given them a word for
that?  She couldn't remember it if she had.  That smell was mixed a little
with masculine sweat and the smell of the wood inside.

   Diana lowered the curtains and opened Jamie's toy chest.  Pushed to one
side were the toys they had played with in the past--some plastic swords, a
pirate's hat, toys for children.  The other side had new types of
toys--toys they now enjoyed.  There was a stack of magazines, a supply of
plastic grocery bags to be used as trash bags, paper towels, baby wipes,
and a jar of hand cream.  Diana thought about this last one a little.  She
hadn't seen any of the boys use it the previous week, but it had looked
like Trevor, Jimmy, and Johnny had been moving their skin up and down on
their dicks, but Jamie and Phil couldn't do that.  Hand cream would
probably be useful, at least to get them going until they produced their
own fluid.  After that, the hand cream shouldn't be needed.

   Diana brought out some of the magazines and the baby wipes and paper
towels.  "Might as well be prepared," she thought.  She left Jamie's toy
chest unlocked and sat on her own toy chest.  She removed her pants and,
after a little thought, her shirt, leaving her naked except for her socks
and shoes.  This time, she placed her shirt down on the wood top of the
chest before sitting down again.  She wasn't sure how the boys did it, but
she would have to keep a towel up here just to keep her butt from getting
splinters in it.  She placed the magazines in a stack on her left so that
she could turn the pages with her left hand as she touched herself with her
right.

   As Diana lightly stroked her slit and clitoris, she started looking at
the magazines on her left.  The top magazine was a Playgirl.  It must have
just been added as Trevor had mentioned last week--she didn't think the
boys would really care to masturbate to pictures of other guys.  But then
again, they were up here as a group, where they could watch each other. 
Diana briefly thought about that, and figured it must be more the thrill of
a shared experience than anything else.  With the way they had been
watching her last week, Diana was pretty sure that none of the boys were
gay.  Diana opened the Playgirl and looked through it.  Seeing the adult
dicks on these guys excited her a little, but it seemed to her that it was
just because it was something new.  She didn't feel any attraction to the
men in the pictures, and her real excitement had come last week from her
interaction with real boys.

   Underneath, there was mostly a mix of Playboys and Penthouses, but there
were a few called Hustler and some others she'd never heard of like Oui. 
Diana chose the Oui and saw a familiar actress, but couldn't remember her
name.  Diana hadn't seen any of her movies lately, if she'd made any, but
had always thought she was a beautiful woman with a beautiful body.  She
put the Oui aside and chose a Hustler.  Although she knew her time alone
was dwindling, Diana wanted to explore everything the boys used when they
were up here.  Hustler's women looked like they were burnt-out strippers.
Most of the poses where of them showing their pussies to the camera, but
there was one pictorial of people having sex.  "So that's what it looks
like to have a dick inside of you," Diana thought, not that she'd ever have
that view when the time came.  "That's fucking," she thought again.  The
pictorial progressed until the guy had shot his stuff across the woman's
cheek and lips.  This picture didn't do much for her, but Diana was
reminded of Trevor when she first entered the treehouse last week, and a
tremor of excitement ran through her body.

   Diana closed the Hustler and twisted her body left and right at her
hips. Trying to view one of these magazines while it was beside her didn't
work too well.  Diana remembered that the boys had had the magazines on the
floor, so she opened the next magazine, a Penthouse, and placed it on the
floor.  "How do I turn the pages?" Diana thought.  This doesn't work.  She
wasn't sure how the boys had done it since they hadn't used their magazines
when she was up here.  "I was their fantasy," she thought again and felt
another tremor of excitement.

   Diana stood up and put her shirt on the floor.  She then knelt on her
shirt and looked at the next magazine on the stack.  It was a Playboy. 
She'd heard of Playboy before and had seen some of the playmates on TV. 
They were all beautiful women who seemed very confident in themselves. 
Diana flipped through the Playboy with her left hand, and continued
touching herself with her right.  She wanted to be sure not to get any
fluid on the pages since these weren't her magazines and she didn't want to
damage any of them.  She wondered again at how the boys did it, especially
with their stuff launching across the room when they climaxed.

   As Diana flipped the pages with her left hand, she looked at each of the
women in the magazine.  This pictorial was of women from around the world.
They were all so beautiful and seemed to exude confidence.  They appeared
to not only enjoy being nude, but to gain strength from it.  As Diana
looked at each of the women, she became wetter and her middle finger dipped
deeper into her vagina and out again to rub the spot underneath her
clitoris.  She flipped over to the centerfold: Another beautiful girl,
proudly displaying her form.  Diana's left hand moved to her right breast
and rubbed across the nipple.  This sent a wave of pleasure down from her
breast which was met by a wave of pleasure coming up from her clitoris. 
The wave coming up was demanding more attention than her breast did.  Diana
moved her left hand down so that she could lean against the toy chest
without pressing on her arm.  She put her head down, not noticing it was
the hard plywood she had wanted to avoid earlier.  Her left hand took the
place of her right in probing her vagina while her right hand focused on
the spot below her clitoris.  Her middle finger delved deeper into her
pussy, her other fingers pressing against her labia, spreading them and
increasing her pleasure.  As her right hand worked on her clitoris, more
waves of her orgasm spread out across her body, engulfing her.  She held
her finger inside of her, pressing upwards and squeezing her thighs around
her hand, extending her orgasm for as long as possible.  After she was able
to rest a little, she slowly pulled her finger out of her pussy, feeling
the warm stickiness that seemed to want to keep her hand there, and slowly
coming back to reality.

   After a few minutes, Diana grabbed a paper towel and a baby wipe and
cleaned and dried her hands and put the magazines back in the toy chest. 
As she was closing the toy chest, she heard the boys coming into the
backyard.  Diana looked out the window, and saw the five boys heading for
the treehouse.  She unlocked the door and then returned to the window.  As
they approached, she decided to go ahead and stay while they were there, at
least to begin with.  It was fun, almost even educational, watching the
boys touch themselves, and she enjoyed being watched.

   Diana thought about getting dressed before they came up, but figured
there was no point to it.  They'd all seen each other naked and, besides,
they'd probably like finding a naked girl up here waiting for them.  Diana
heard a knock on the trap door of the treehouse.

   "Come in," she called.

   The door opened and Trevor came through and smiled when he saw Diana
naked by the toychest.  The other boys came in one-by-one and each smiled
when they saw her.  Once all the boys were in, Phil closed and locked the
trapdoor.  Jimmy went to the toychest and opened it, pulling out a small
stack of magazines that Diana had just put back, along with their other
clean-up supplies.  He looked through them and pulled the one he wanted,
and placed the rest of them on the chest for the other boys.  Trevor was
about to grab one, but then looked at Diana, and started to put it back and
then pick it up again, unsure what to do.

   "It's okay, you can watch me if you want," Diana said, reading his
thoughts.  "I didn't have to stay up here."

   Trevor and the other boys smiled back at her.  Jimmy returned his
magazine to the stack.

   "Anyone?" he asked.  All the boys shook their heads, and Jimmy returned
the magazines to the toychest.

   As Diana sat down, Phil looked a little puzzled.  He moved to sit down
beside her, but then stood up again.

   "We have our normal spots," Jamie started to explain.  "Phil normally
sits on your toychest."

   "He still can," Diana replied.

   "No, I think I'd rather sit over here," Phil said, grabbing a chair. 
"Better view," he added, smiling.

   "I have a feeling that when you're up here, we'll all be on this side,"
Trevor said.  "As Phil said, 'Better view.' If you're sure you don't mind."

   "No," Diana replied, "I liked watching you boys as well."

   With that, the boys took the same spots that they had the previous week,
all across from her, with Trevor and Jamie in the middle again.  Nobody
seemed to argue with these positions, so Diana didn't mention anything.

   That day proceeded pretty much as the last one had, with the boys mostly
focused on Diana as she sat facing them.  Diana studied them each in turn,
watching their expressions as they stroked themselves.  Each seemed to
focus on himself in a different way, as well as on her.  Some were
obviously looking at her crotch while some looked up at her breasts, or
alternated between the two (or three).  As she looked at each boy in turn,
only Trevor looked up at her eyes this time but after a brief smile his
gaze returned to her right hand working down below.  Even Jamie was
focusing on her body this time now that she was didn't need his
encouragement.  Eventually all the boys ignored her as they each had their
first orgasm, catching their stuff in their towels.  Diana didn't have a
second orgasm since she was so intent on watching the boys.  They didn't
seem to notice and when they were all finished, she stopped touching
herself.

   As the boys began to clean up, Diana got up and dressed, ready to leave.
As she dressed, she noticed that all of the boys stayed seated with their
pants down at their ankles, talking about various things from sports to
school work.  They all practically ignored her, except Trevor, who watched
as she pulled on her pants and shirt.  Diana was surprised that they were
so comfortable in front of each other.  She would have thought the boys
would be looking at each other, comparing themselves.  But, then again,
maybe they'd been coming up here for so long now, all of that was behind
them.  As Diana went to the trap door and said goodbye to everyone, Jamie
had gotten up and started passing out their magazines again, preparing for
their second round.

   Diana was able to use the treehouse each day for two weeks (except the
weekend).  On all but a couple of days, she stayed with the boys when they
came up.  She was enjoying the freedom of being able to explore her body in
private, which she did most days before the boys came up, and also being
able to share a personal experience with the boys when they were there. 
After that first day, Diana had brought up an old stadium pillow from her
room.  She had thought about bringing her yoga mat, but she still used that
on a regular basis and didn't want to forget it up here.  The stadium
pillow worked and could stay in the treehouse.

   After the first couple of days, Diana surprised the boys one day by
bringing out an older Penthouse from the toychest for herself while they
were there.  They didn't think she'd enjoy looking at women, but she didn't
try to explain herself.  She sat on the toychest, naked, while flipping
through some of the pages.  She could hear that the boys had started their
activities while she looked at the women in the magazine.  After a few
minutes, she stood up and moved the stadium pillow to the floor as the boys
watched.  She placed the magazine on the toychest and got on her knees. 
She moved her right hand down to her slit and lightly touched herself and
flipped the pages.  After a few minutes, she was wet enough to focus her
right hand in its favorite spot and bring her left hand down to put her
finger up into her pussy and slowly move it in and out, fingering herself
in her slick juices.  At some point, Diana had heard the boys start up
again, but the sound of their jerking off faded in her head as focused on
her own efforts and as she began to climax.

   When Diana came down from her cloud, she slowly brought her hands up,
now sticky with her juices, and stood up.  She could feel the wetness run
down her legs slightly and she reached to get her towel.  As she turned
around, she saw that all of the boys had come as well, but she hadn't heard
anything.

   "Wow, Diana, that was really intense, watching you jack off that way,"
said Johnny.

   "I really hate that term," Diana said softly, "but thanks," she added
with a contented smile as she pushed the magazine back and sat on the
toychest to rest.  While she had normally been happy at providing the boys
with a little show, today she had wanted to focus on just herself.  But, as
she could see on the five boys' around her, that was a show in itself.

   At the start of her third week, Diana was again up in the treehouse by
herself before the boys arrived.  She had just had a wonderful orgasm while
looking at a Oui magazine.  The woman was beautiful and had long blonde
hair.  Her breasts weren't very large, but fit her body well.  Her nipples
were tilted slightly upwards and were a light brown.  Following her flat
stomach down lead to a small patch of light brown/dark blonde pubic hair.
Although her pubic hair was thick, the outline of her pussy lips were just
visible through her pubic hair.  But what struck Diana most about this
woman was the intensity of her eyes.  They were a dark green and seemed to
look right out of the photo and deep into Diana.  As Diana's orgasm had
risen through her, all she could see was those eyes, watching her come.  At
last, Diana's orgasm became so intense that she had closed her eyes and
pressed her head down into the photo, but still all she saw was those eyes
watching her come.

   As Diana "recovered" from her orgasm, as she liked to call it, she heard
the voices of Jamie and Trevor coming towards the treehouse.  She lifted
the curtain a little and saw that it was just the two boys.  She had been
expecting all five boys, but at least her favorite two were here.  Up until
she had heard their voices, she had not been sure what she had wanted to do
that day.  She had thought about leaving the treehouse when they arrived,
but now she was thinking she'd stay for Jamie and Trevor.  Although she
enjoyed being naked, and naked in front of all the boys, she just enjoyed
being naked in front Jamie and Trevor more.  She had grown used to them
having the front row seats in the treehouse and sometimes it seemed that
they were the only two boys there even when all five were.

   Trevor climbed the ladder first.  He and Jamie had expected Diana to be
up there, and when he pressed on the door and found it locked, he called
out to her.  "Do you want some company?" Diana unlocked the door and
allowed Trevor to push it up.  Once the door was open, Diana stepped over
the hole in the floor to give Trevor a view as he looked up.  Just then, a
drop of fluid fell from Diana's spread pussy lips down on to Trevor's lip.
His reflexes caused him to put out his tongue and taste her juice off his
lip.  He smiled at her as he came into the treehouse.  She stepped out of
the way so he could get in, and whispered "Turn about's fair play," and
smiled.  She had seen his reaction when his tongue came out, and a fresh
wetness joined the wetness she already had.

   He stepped around her and she straddled the door again, wanting to give
Jamie the same view.  As Jamie stepped on to the platform and looked up, he
got the same view as Trevor.  He stepped into the treehouse and locked the
door behind him.  Diana walked over to the toychest and picked up stadium
pillow up from the floor on to the toychest.  She sat down, facing Jamie's
toy chest, watching the boys get ready.

   Jamie and Trevor saw that Diana had brought out some of their necessary
supplies, but Jamie had to open his toy chest again and retrieve the hand
cream.  They pulled their pants and underwear down and sat down facing
Diana.  Without saying any more to each other, the boys started touching
themselves.  Diana spread her knees to give them inspiration, but she
mostly wanted to watch them, at least at first.  Even after watching them
haShe still enjoyed watching the boys touch themselves, seeing what they
liked and did.

   Both boys sat with their ankles crossed and knees apart, Trevor again
held his dick like a pencil, moving the skin up and down.  Diana could see
the head disappear and reappear with each stroke.  As his hand came up,
fluid came out of the end of his dick, providing lubrication.  She turned
to look at Jamie.  He had put some of the hand cream into the palm of his
hand, and then grabbed his dick.  His moved his hand around the shaft,
distributing the cream, and then started to move it around the top in a
circular motion.  Since he had been circumcised, Diana could see the head
of his dick the whole time, except when his fingers came up over it.  She
saw the clear liquid come out of the end and mix with the hand cream,
making his dick extra slippery under his grasp.  It appeared to Diana that
in addition to changing their speed, both boys could also change how hard
they were gripping their dicks, so could control their pleasure in several
different ways.  Right now, however, each boy's hand was moving fairly
slowly and each looked to be holding his dick fairly loosely as they warmed
up.

   Diana had felt herself starting to get wet again while watching the
boys. Her knees were already spread for them, but rather than reaching down
and touching herself just yet, Diana reached up with both hands and cupped
each breast.  After massaging each breast briefly, Diana licked each of her
index fingers and used them to rub each nipple, bringing them to attention.
The boys' eyes had followed her hands up and then back down and they
watched as she touched herself.  She touched each nipple lightly, sending
little charges of pleasure through her body.  She had wanted to put off
trying for her climax, but she was starting to get too excited to hold back
any longer.  Having just Trevor and Jamie up here almost seemed like a
special occasion, and Diana wanted to enjoy it.  She let go of her breasts
and move her hands down to her pussy.  Her fingers separated her lips as
she started moving up and down her slit, dipping into her vagina every few
strokes.  Diana's increased efforts were reflected on the boys.  They
started moving their hands faster, working their dicks.

   Diana was now running her finger into her vagina on every downward
stroke and coming back up almost to her clitoris.  Her fingers glistened
with the juice she brought out from inside of her.  All the while, she kept
looking from Jamie's dick to Trevor's, watching them rub themselves.  On
one last downward stroke, Diana ran her middle finger deep into her pussy
and held it there, pushing against her clitoris with her palm.  She let out
a moan of ecstasy but managed to keep her eyes open enough to see Trevor
and Jamie pick up their speed.  With one final groan/grunt, each of them
almost simultaneously launched a spurt of white fluid into the towels they
held, their eyes no longer on her pussy but closed in their own moment of
ecstasy.

   The three teens sat there for a moment, recovering and looking at each
other.  Diana watched as the boys squeezed the last bit of juice out of
their dicks and began to clean up.  This part fascinated her as well, the
way their dicks deflated; the way the boys squeezed them to get everything
out.  The boys once again didn't bother to pull up their pants and just sat
down again and watched Diana clean herself.  "You might not shoot out come
like we do," Jamie stated as Diana retrieved the baby wipes, "but you sure
can get just as wet as we do before you come." Diana stored this and
realized that Jamie had used "come" in two different senses of the word. 
As a noun, it was the white stuff they shot out of their dicks, what could
make a baby if it was inside of her.  But he had also used "come" as a verb
to mean climax.  Interesting.  She could at least now call it something
better than "that white stuff" since she couldn't remember what her mother
had called it during the lecture.

   Diana finished cleaning herself and patted herself dry, all under the
gaze of the two boys.  She then sat back down on her toy chest, but
remained naked.  The boys didn't object (she didn't think they would) and
she was a little warm and sweaty, so wanted to cool down some before
dressing.

   "Where are the twins and Phil," she asked once she had gotten
comfortable again.

   "Jimmy and Johnny got a detention for cheating on a math test," Trevor
replied.  Jimmy took the test in his class and then he and Johnny changed
clothes so that he could take it again, this time for Johnny.  They even
remembered to switch glasses, this time, but Mr.  James noticed that a
lefty was taking the test a second time and busted them, the dummies. 
They'll probably get suspended for a few days, too."

   "Phil," added Jamie, "broke one of the rules this weekend that we didn't
tell you about." Diana looked at him, waiting with curiosity for him to
continue.  "But it was broken in a good way," Jamie continued, "and not one
that we'd want to necessarily claim to have broken if it weren't true.  The
rule that we agreed on is that you can stay in our club only for as long as
you're a virgin.  This weekend, so we were told, Phil went on a date with
Dana Spencer, a girl in one of his classes, and they fucked in the back of
her car.  She's old enough to drive because she's been held back at least
one year that she'll admit to.  She's not the smartest girl out there, but
she and Phil like each other."

   "When we talked at lunch," Trevor added, "Phil told us about it and the
reason they did it this weekend." Diana looked at Trevor, waiting for him
to continue.  "He was so worked up by watching you these last few days that
he told Dana he'd dump her if they didn't screw.  He didn't tell her about
you, of course, but he did tell us that was the reason.  She had offered
him a hand job in the movie theater, and a blow job in her car, but he held
out for the grand prize," Trevor added, glancing over her nude body again.
Diana noticed his glance and felt a warm flush, not of embarrassment but of
appreciation.  She wasn't sure what Trevor meant by "blow job" and "hand
job" but she decided she had a pretty good idea of what those were.  Like
with the realization of when Trevor had shot his come on her cheek and she
tasted it and liked it, Diana looked on those two things with anticipation
of her future with boys.  "If he had settled for something short of fucking
her, he'd probably be here now, but fucking is a good ticket out," Trevor
mentioned.

   "So, for now anyway, it's just the three of us," Jamie concluded.

   "So hand jobs and blow jobs are okay, but fucking isn't," Diana
summarized.  Trevor started to nod his head but Jamie looked a little
worried.  Diana noticed his look and said "I'm kidding, Jamie, relax." This
seemed to appease him, a little.

   Diana stood up and pulled on her top and shorts.  "I'm starting to get
hungry, and Mom should be home in just a little while.  I'm going to head
in." Jamie and Trevor had stood up when she did, with their pants still
down around their ankles.  Jamie turned around and opened the toy chest,
pulling out the stack of porno magazines for their second session.  Diana
wondered again why they didn't bother to just take their pants off, but
figured old habits must die hard.

   "Trevor?" Jamie asked.  Trevor looked at the stack and picked up the top
magazine, which was the Oui that Diana had looked at before the boys came
("in several senses of the word," Diana laughed to herself).

   In a couple of minutes, each had an erection again and they put their
magazines down on the floor, turned to a picture of a naked woman.  In
Jamie's case, it was a brunette with a thick but trimmed growth of pubic
hair opening her pussy lips as she lay on her back on a bed.  The
photograph was taken from the level of her crotch and the woman's pussy was
almost the entire photograph.  Just above her, pointing up, were two large
breasts with erect nipples.  She used one hand to open her pussy while the
other arm and hand supported her breasts.  Diana couldn't see much of her
face, and it appeared Jamie chose that picture without caring about that
particular detail.

   Trevor's choice was a different model than the one with the green eyes
that had captivated Diana.  This woman had brown hair and well-trimmed
pubic hair.  Diana could make out her pussy lips through the hair, but it
was not a picture nearly as detailed as the one Jamie was looking at. 
Diana realized that the boys chose a particular picture that turned them on
the most and then masturbated to it, probably fantasizing about fucking the
girl (or maybe getting a hand job or blow job from her).  Once they chose a
particular picture, they moved the magazine to where it would be safe from
the come that shot out of their dicks.  It seemed like a pretty good
system.

   Diana watched as they worked their dicks to get lubrication again (Jamie
had used a little hand cream again to get started) and spread it over
themselves.  In a few minutes, not trying to draw it out this time, each
boy came into his towel.  There wasn't quite as much as the first time,
Diana noticed.  She was a little surprised at how quickly they could turn
on, almost like throwing a switch.  "Just the difference between boy and
girl wiring," she thought to herself as they cleaned up.  She left before
they were finished so that she could be inside before anyone came home. 
The boys came in a few minutes later.  Trevor stayed for supper and then
went home.

   The next day, Diana found out from Jamie that Jimmy and Johnny had
indeed been suspended for cheating, meaning that they'd be stuck at home
with a tutor all day to keep up with the school they missed, or under the
supervision of one parent or another.  It was almost Thanksgiving, and
would soon be too cold to come to the treehouse.

   Diana's trips to the treehouse before Thanksgiving were infrequent. 
When she went, she would usually touch herself while on her knees, looking
at a magazine while it sat on the toy chest.  She had found this gave her
the best orgasm when she was alone.  When Jamie and Trevor were there,
she'd sit on the toy chest facing them.  The orgasms she had this way were
also good (no such thing as a bad orgasm, is there?) but she could not
duplicate them when she was alone and tried sitting on the toy chest.  She
decided that part of the thrill was to be able to show herself to Jamie and
Trevor.  This upped her excitement level so that her seated orgasms matched
her kneeling orgasms.  She had brought a towel to keep up there, but the
wood top of the toy chest was still too hard to lie down on, so she didn't
try.

   After Thanksgiving, she was told that Jimmy and Johnny would be coming
over the next day with Trevor and Jamie.  She wanted to put on a good show
since it had been so long for them to be in the treehouse.  She arranged
with Jamie and Trevor to let Jimmy come up the ladder first while they kept
Johnny inside, and then have Johnny come up first when the rest of them
came out together.  That way, she could surprise each of them by greeting
them straddling the opening like she had for Jamie and Trevor previously.

   As Diana waited up in the treehouse, she could feel her excitement
growing.  She wasn't attracted to Jimmy and Johnny like she was Trevor (and
Jamie, she had to admit), but she was still excited about having more eyes
on her as she masturbated, and about having two more dicks to watch come.
Diana had stripped off her top and shorts again, and waited in the
treehouse for the boys.  It was starting to get a little cold outside, but
inside the treehouse it was warm enough with the curtains down and door
closed.  They'd all be pretty warm, shortly, Diana thought to herself.  She
considered touching herself before they arrived, and thought "maybe just
enough to be wet for them to see when they come in." Diana opened Jamie's
toy chest and brought out all of the supplies.  She pulled out a Penthouse
for herself and knelt down in front of her toy chest.

   She had seen Trevor looking at it one day for his inspiration after she
had gotten dressed and was watching them again.  One of the models was a
red head that had completely shaved her pubic hair off, leaving her labia
completely exposed.  In its own way, it said "look here!" like her little
triangle did.  While Jamie and Trevor had been cleaning up, Trevor
mentioned that "bald beaver gets me off every time." Jamie had replied,
"hairy or bald, I just like a spread snatch." Beaver?  Snatch?  How many
different words were there for a girl's nether regions?  Trevor then turned
to Diana and added, "and your cunt is beautiful, too, Diana." Diana felt a
thrill run through her when he used that word to describe her pussy.  It
sounded brutal and dirty and sexy all at the same time.  Diana enjoyed the
fact that the boys spoke about sex directly in front of her.  She took no
offense and felt she was truly part of their group.

   Last night, Diana had thought about this issue and decided to shave her
pubic hair as part of welcome back for the twins.  Now, she turned through
the pages and found that model again.  She was lying back in a chair, but
still mostly sitting up.  Her knees were only slightly up in the air, and
slightly turned out, her legs open.  She was showing her pussy to the
camera, but was not actively spreading her labia like some of the other
Penthouse models did.  But, she really didn't need to, either.  With her
legs spread, her pussy lips had slightly separated on their own, and by
being shaved, Diana could see her labia come together to meet at the
entrance of her vagina.  It was a very sexy picture and Diana could see why
Trevor had enjoyed it.

   Diana looked back down at the woman in the picture and ran her hand over
her smooth vulva, down to her clitoris.  She rubbed her clitoris as she
worked her way down the slit to her vagina, feeling a little bit of
moisture already on the outside.  She pressed her finger against her vagina
and felt it slide in a little.  She pulled her finger out and up, running
it up the slit back to her clitoris.  She repeated this motion, and her
left hand left the magazine to come up to her breast to massage her nipple
which had already hardened.  She was just starting to feel an orgasm start
when she heard the sliding door close.  "Damn!" Diana thought.  She wanted
to finish, now that she'd come this far, but stopped and peaked out the
window.  Jimmy was coming down the grass, looking down, maybe crying. 
"Probably still sad about having been suspended from school.  Well,
hopefully I'll be able to perk him up in a few minutes," Diana thought. 
She put the magazine away and unlocked the treehouse door.  Part of the
surprise was that Jimmy and Johnny wouldn't know she was up here until they
opened the door and looked up at her from the platform.

   As Jimmy stepped off the ladder on to the platform and pushed the door
up, he removed his glasses.  Between the tears and not having his glasses
on, everything was a foggy blur.  As he raised his head into the treehouse,
his nose bumped into something wet and soft, and he heard a little shriek
of laughter.  Diana's laughter!  Jimmy put his glasses back on and was
greeted by a beautiful sight--Diana's pussy was right in front of him,
spread as she straddled the trap door, and shaved!  In fact, it was so
close that he realized that is what his nose had just bumped into.  His
nose had been in Diana's wet pussy!  Jimmy's tears now turned to happiness
and he climbed the rest of the way into the treehouse and hugged Diana, who
had remained there, smiling down at him.  Diana closed the door behind him
and explained that she and Jamie and Trevor had wanted to play a small joke
to welcome them back.

   Jimmy went over to a chair and sat down, waiting for the other boys to
come up, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes occasionally.  His
gaze remained on beautiful naked Diana as she moved around the treehouse,
waiting for the other boys.  Diana could feel Jimmy's stare, and was happy
to have him back.

   After a few minutes, they heard the voices of the other three boys as
they crossed the yard.  Diana looked out the window to be sure, and then
resumed her position by the trap door.  As agreed, Johnny came up first,
and was also greeted by Diana's shaved and spread pussy as he entered the
treehouse, though he managed to not bump into her.  They hugged and said
hello, and Johnny moved to the other folding chair as Trevor and Jamie came
up the ladder.

   "So, what now?" Diana asked, and everyone laughed, but it seemed to
Diana that they were faking it a little too much.  She thought something
was wrong, but wasn't sure what.  The boys each grabbed some of their
supplies and pulled their pants down and sat down.  Diana placed her towel
on her toy chest and sat on it.  She was facing Jamie and Trevor was to his
right and then Johnny.  Since Phil wasn't here, Jimmy had taken the place
to Jamie's left.  "Jamie and Trevor, since this is Jimmy's and Johnny's
first day back, how about letting them sit in the middle for a change?"
asked Diana.

   Trevor and Jamie looked at each other, gave a slight shrug, and hobbled
to the outside positions on the folding chairs while Jimmy and Johnny
hobbled to the center on Jamie's toy chest.  Diana still thought it pretty
funny that none of the boys had bothered to pull up his pants or take them
off.  Watching their dicks bounce as they walked with their pants down was
much better than seeing a naked man in a magazine.  For whatever reason,
Jimmy and Johnny had also swapped positions with each other, so that from
Diana's right to her left, was Jamie, Johnny, Jimmy, and then Trevor.

   Once everyone had sat down again, the boys immediately began touching
themselves, slowly moving their hands up and down their dicks, working out
the initial wetness to spread around.  Diana looked up and noticed that
Jimmy and Johnny had sat so that their "active" arms were touching each
other, and that they were moving at the same rhythm.  She wondered about
how twins had a mental connection and if they masturbated together this way
at home.

   Diana smiled at the boys in the center and began by touching both of her
breasts.  After circling each nipple a few times with her fingers to get
them hard again, she moved her hands down her body to her pussy.  Spreading
her legs a little, Diana used the middle fingers of each hand to pull open
the outer lips of her pussy while rubbing the spot underneath her clitoris
with her right index finger.  Jimmy and Johnny seemed to appreciate the
change since she heard their rhythm increase.  She looked down at herself,
seeing herself spread open before them, and felt the orgasm that had been
interrupted earlier start to return.

   Although Diana was enjoying touching herself, she was starting to get a
little uncomfortable, hunched over and on the edge of the toychest.  She
wanted to do something different to welcome back Jimmy and Johnny, and was
trying to think.  There were only so many different ways she could show
herself off to them.  Then, thinking of the magazines, she thought maybe
lying down and spreading her pussy for them would be a pleasant change.

   Diana paused for a minute and stood up.  None of the boys stopped
stroking themselves, but they did slow down as they watched what she was
doing.  Diana placed her towel farther back on her toy chest towards the
wall of the tree house.  She turned around and sat down again, and moved
back so that she was leaning against the wall.  She pulled her feet up on
to the toy chest and turned them out a little.  She still had her shoes on,
so was able to get a little traction to keep her in position as she pushed
her butt out a little so that she was now resting more on her lower back
than on her butt.  This let her reach around under her thighs.

   Sitting in this position, she pulled her pussy lips apart again, but
this time also pulled her inner lips apart, giving the boys a view of the
hole of her pussy and the slit leading up to her clitoris.  While holding
her pussy lips apart, Diana eased her middle finger into her pussy, which
was very easy given how wet she was now.  Diana started moving her finger
slowly in and out of her cunt, fingering herself while holding her pussy
open to the boys in front of her.  She was very wet now, and could feel a
little stream of juice flowing down to her butt again.  In the silence of
the treehouse, there was only the sound of the boys' jerking, plus one
other sound: Diana could hear the sound of her finger sliding in and out of
her pussy, making little squishy noises as it moved in and out of the slick
hole.

   Even though her pussy felt great every time her finger entered it ("just
think what a dick will feel like," she thought excitedly) this position was
starting to be very uncomfortable as well.  She knew that she would not be
able to climax this way, but kept going another minute or so for the boys
to watch her.  They seemed very turned on, but they were sitting down
normally, not scrunched up like a contortionist.

   With a small grunt of frustration, Diana sat up again.  She stood up and
reached for one of the crates in the treehouse and placed it on the floor
between the twins.  She put her stadium pillow on the crate and her shirt
on the edge of the toy chest.  Diana then sat down on the crate and put one
leg on the outside of each twin and pushing her feet against Jamie's
toychest.  She then lay back down with her back on her toychest.  This was
a little more relaxed position for her and Diana was able to spread her
pussy once again, this time from the top, for the boys to see while having
it much closer to them.  She pulled her labia apart with her fingers on
each hand, and worked one finger down over her clitoris to her favorite
spot just below it.  She started pressing and rubbing in a small circle,
becoming more excited.  Every few circles she'd dip a finger into her
vagina to pull up more wetness.  She could now feel her orgasm starting to
build more strongly now.

   Then she felt each twin put a hand on each of her legs.  She looked and
saw that as each twin stroked himself in synch with each other--how did
they do that?.  Each used his outside arm to rub one of her legs.  Almost
has one person, they worked their hands up the outside of each leg and then
across her thigh to the inside of her leg, and back down again.  They were
bending at the waist to reach her thighs, but still managing to pump their
hands up and down their rigid dicks.

   She started moaning and heard the twins moan as well.  She looked down
again just in time to see each boy shoot almost perfectly matching spurts
of come out of their dicks.  The first spurt from each twin arced into the
air and landed on each of her thighs and started to slide down the inside
of her leg towards the floor.  As each boy bent forward, the following,
weaker spurts shot on to their stomachs, and then stayed in their hands as
their dicks drained as the boys continued to stroke and squeeze their
dicks. Then, using their come-coated hands, each twin reached up and now
used both hands to massage each of her legs.  On the outside of her thigh,
each used his clean hand, but on the inside, each used his come-coated hand
and rubbed the juice that they had just deposited on Diana's legs moments
before.  They worked together in slow circles, spreading the warm come up
and down the inside of her thighs, massaging her legs with both hands.

   This extra attention sent Diana over the top.  Her orgasm washed over
her in waves as she closed her eyes and felt their hands on her legs.  As
her orgasm finished, she heard one of the twins say "Wow, look at that!"
Diana didn't have to open her eyes to know what they were talking about. 
Her fingers still had her pussy lips apart, and she could feel it twitching
after her orgasm.  The boys could see her vagina opening and closing
slightly on its own as her muscles twitched.

   As the twitching subsided, Diana moved her hands down her thighs to feel
the beautiful sticky mess coating them, mixing with the light sheen of
sweat that covered her body; she had known she'd be able to stay warm in
here.  She felt each of them hold her hand for a moment before continuing
their slow massage.  Her rest was interrupted when she heard Trevor from
off to the side.  "Diana, I just noticed--you shaved!" She had been
concentrating on the twins so much that she had pretty much forgotten about
Jamie and Trevor on the sides.  She opened her eyes and saw that each had
wet, shiny dicks that were beginning to go down.  She smiled at Trevor and
said tiredly "That's very observant of you, Trevor.  How long have we been
up here today?  Anyway, you said you liked bald beaver," she added, and
closed her eyes again for a few minutes to enjoy her relaxed state and the
twins' hands.

   Next to speak was Johnny, "We're really going to miss you, Diana," he
said, speaking for Jimmy, "and you guys as well" he added to Trevor and
Jamie.  Diana opened her eyes again and looked at the twins, almost hidden
behind the mounds of her tits.  She pulled her legs back and sat up.

   "We'll just have to make the best of the few days we have left," she
replied, thinking they were just talking about not coming to the treehouse
in the cold weather.

   Johnny looked down and Diana realized something was wrong.

   "This is our last day," Jimmy answered.  "We have to leave tomorrow for
military school even though there's only a few weeks left in the term. 
We'll then have to stay over the break to catch up to the rest of the
class." She looked at the twins, and then at Jamie and Trevor, and realized
that they already knew.  Diana felt her heart sink.  "We told Jamie and
Trevor about it inside, and we thought we'd see you inside to tell you,
too. But when we came out here and you were already here, we just
couldn't."

   Diana stood up and the twins did, too.  They hugged for a few minutes
and separated.  Diana felt the twins stick to her for a moment as the come
that had been on their stomachs acted like glue to her stomach.  As they
parted, it felt like a bond breaking between them.

   Everyone cleaned up, mostly in silence, each to his or her own thoughts.
Diana pulled her clothes on directly over her come-covered thighs and
stomach.  She wanted to keep the twins with her for a little bit longer. 
She'd take a shower before supper once she got inside the house.  She
hugged each one again once they were dressed, and they said their goodbyes.
Diana went down the ladder first and inside.  Upstairs, once she had taken
off her clothes again, Diana ran her hands over her stomach and thighs.  It
had all dried by now, and she lifted her hands up to her face to smell the
musty scent of the twins once more before stepping in the shower.  She
cried a little as she washed the come off of her.  Her attraction to the
twins had been stronger than she thought, but now it would really just be
her, Jamie, and Trevor in the treehouse.  Diana finished her shower and
went to bed.  When her mother came up to check on her, she simply said she
wasn't feeling well and would get something to eat later.

   That turned out to be the last trip to the treehouse for the year. 
Privacy wasn't worth the price of cold when she could easily touch herself
while lying under the covers on her bed.  Waiting until after her mother
had gone to bed was the easiest way to not worry about having her walk in.
Diana missed watching Jamie and Trevor, and knew they missed her, but she
now actively incorporated Jamie and Trevor into her fantasies when she was
masturbating.  In her fantasies, Jamie and Trevor took the place of the
twins and shot their loads on her legs and massaged their come into her
skin.  She would often wake up sticky since her orgasms often left her so
rested that she'd just stay in bed and then shower the next morning.

   Throughout the winter, Diana was "allowed" to hang out with Trevor and
Jamie whenever Trevor came over.  They would watch TV together or play
games at the kitchen table.  On the occasional weekend that Trevor spent
the night, Diana was sure to put on a show in her room, but still stayed
under the covers and kept the light out.  It wasn't worth being caught when
they knew they'd be returning to the treehouse once the weather warmed up.
When they were alone one evening watching TV, they briefly discussed an
"opening day" and chose April 15th.  This would be when the weather was
warm enough to be up there, when there would be enough light in the
afternoon to see each other in the treehouse with the curtains down, and,
most importantly, when their parents would be sure to be working all day
since they both worked in accounting.

   Just before her fourteenth birthday that February, Diana started getting
her period.  Although she welcome the step into Womanhood, Diana's main
thought was that there would now be five days a month where the treehouse
wasn't an option after school.  Not long after that, her mother took her to
the gynecologist and Diana started taking birth control pills.  "Better
safe than sorry" her mother liked to say in her not-too-delicate tone of
voice.  As if to coincide with her step into womanhood, Diana had also
noticed that her pubic hair had started growing down over her labia.  Now,
instead of looking like a triangle, it looked like a "Y" with the upper
part filled in.  With no one to shave for, Diana had let her bush grow back
after that one time of shaving it.  She hadn't decided if she would shave
again on a regular basis when the trips to the treehosue resumed, but she
vowed to shave at least the new growth on her labia--she liked having her
pussy lips visible below her pubic hair, and enjoyed their smoothness as
she rubbed her wet fingers over them at night.

   In the week leading up to opening day, Diana made several trips to the
treehouse to clean.  She swept out the dust and was able to make a trip to
the store to refresh the baby wipes and paper towels.  She wiped down the
curtains and chased away a few spiders that had taken up residence there.
On the night of April 14 at supper, she made sure to ask about her parents'
work the next day.  Both said they'd probably be home after eight if they
were lucky, but maybe as late as midnight if any problems came up with a
tax return.  Jamie and Diana weren't worried about that late, they just
wanted to be sure they'd have the afternoon for themselves.  Later that
night, Diana decided to shave her pussy in the shower; she wanted opening
day to be something special, and she already had a pretty good idea of what
she was going to do.

   Despite her anxiousness, Diana was able to sleep pretty well and even
managed to focus in school the next day.  After school, she barely said a
word to her friends as she jumped off the school bus and ran for home. 
When she opened the door, she made sure that nobody was home, and ran
upstairs to change clothes.  Diana took off her school clothes and looked
at herself briefly in the mirror.  Her shaved mound was standing out
proudly and had only a couple of razor bumps.  Her tits looked great and
her nipples were erect from being exposed to the open air.  Diana felt down
in her crotch and detected a little wetness that had been about the same
all day.  With one last look, she pulled on a jog bra and black volleyball
shorts that came up just over her hip bones and showed a prominent
camel-toe.  She slipped her shoes back on and went to the kitchen to again
verify no one else was home.  Before going up to the treehouse to wait for
Jamie and Trevor, Diana filled a couple of thermoses with water and put
some apples and chips in a bag to take up with her.  She didn't want to
have to dress to come back down for refreshments if she didn't have to.

   Diana could feel herself getting wet as she saw the boys crossing the
yard.  They had agreed to come right up once they got home and not worry
about changing clothes so that they could maximize their time together. 
This was the first either had been in the treehouse since last year, and
both remarked on how clean it was when they entered.  Diana was sitting
down on a crate that she had placed in the aisle between the two toy
chests.

   "I spent a lot of time cleaning up this past week; you two owe me." They
looked at each other and smiled, knowing that Diana must have had something
in mind for her to say that.  She directed Jamie over the other side of the
crate.  She laid towels across the crate and toy chests, removed her socks
and shoes, and lay down across the width of the tree house, with a boy on
either side of her.  "I'm so tired from all of the cleaning, I think the
two of you should give me a full-body massage before we do anything else,"
Diana said, closing her eyes.  The two boys looked at each other and then
smiled to themselves.  They both started down at Diana's feet and worked
their way up towards her waist, slowly rubbing the firm muscles of her
legs.

   As Trevor got up to her thigh, he was little unsure about what to do
next.  They had never touched Diana, except for the twins last year, and
that had been limited to her thighs and lower leg.  "Well, full steam
ahead," he thought, looking up at Jamie to see almost the same question on
his face.  Jamie watched as Trevor's hands moved to the inside of Diana's
thigh and then up towards her pussy, clearly outlined in the tight shorts.
Just as he was about to touch the fabric, Diana opened her eyes and lightly
slapped his wrist and said "Uh, uh.  You're allowed to touch skin only!"
and shut her eyes again.

   "That answers that," Trevor thought as he skipped over the shorts and
started rubbing her stomach lightly.  The boys worked their way, skipping
the area covered by her top, admiring the two bumps formed in the fabric,
and massaged her shoulders and then down her arms.  When they had finished,
they asked "now what?"

   "Work your way back down, of course," replied Diana.  And so they did.
As they were up at her shoulders, Diana reached down and rolled the top of
her pants down over her mound so that the elastic began just above her
slit. This exposed her recently-shaved mound to the boys.  Trevor's hands
passed over her mound, sending jitters of excitement down below her pants.
She wanted him to break the barrier of elastic, hoped his finger would sink
deep into her pussy, but then his hands moved on to her thighs.  When they
got down to her thighs again, Jamie and Trevor could see a wet spot
beginning to form and wondered what her plan was.  When they got down to
her feet, they asked again: "Now what?"

   "That was very nice," Diana replied as she sat up, "except you missed a
couple of spots." With that, she grabbed her jog bra and lifted it over her
head and off, and lay back down.  Jamie's and Trevor's eyes almost bugged
out as her tits rose up and bounced free of the tight top.  It wasn't as if
they'd never seen her tits before, but a) they seemed to have grown since
last fall and b) she was telling them she wanted them to touch her.  This
second realization caused both boys' dicks to jump to attention.  They came
back up and each reached out hesitantly to touch one of her breasts.  As
the boys hands each touched the warm softness of Diana's tits, she let out
a little moan, and the boys each about came in their pants.  Feeling
bolder, each boy started caressing the tit on his side of her body.  As he
did, she moved her hands down to her pants and lifted the waist band.

   Diana's right hand stayed at her clitoris while her left went down to
her pussy, her middle finger having no problem sliding inside the slick
tunnel.  Instead of working her hands around her pussy, Diana held her
hands steady and lifted her hips up to her hands.  She worked her hips in
slow waves, impaling herself on her left finger as she pressed the spot
under her clitoris against her right.

   The three-pronged attack of tit-tit-pussy on her body was driving Diana
into orgasm after orgasm.  She could feel the juices coming down, wetting
her hand and her shorts, but still she continued to writhe.  Each of the
boy's calloused hands, hesitant at first, was driving lightning bolts from
her tits down to her pussy, where her own hands would send them back up
again.  Her nipples, normally sensitive to direct touch after becoming
erect, were screaming out for their attention, desiring every caress of the
boys' rough hands.  Only after what seemed an eternity of orgasms did Diana
start to slow her hips, until gradually she just lay still.

   The boys patiently stood by her stomach, waiting to see what was next.
Both their dicks had been dripping pre-come since they entered the
treehouse.  When she pulled off her top and invited their touch, it was all
they could do not to fill their pants then and there.  Now, with the
excitement going down a little, so were they, but that just caused their
dicks to leak even more.

   Diana opened her eyes and looked at each of the boys in turn, then ran
her hands over her stomach and breasts.  "My skin feels awfully dry.  Do
you think you could come up with some moisturizer for me?" Diana spoke to
the room in general, as she closed her eyes again for a moment.  For a
split second, Jamie thought of his hand cream that he kept up here, but
once he realized what Diana meant, he had his pants down just as quickly as
Trevor did.

   Each boy started squeezing and rubbing his dick, getting it slick with
the abundant pre-come.  Each was able to get hard again in the first few
strokes and Diana opened her eyes again and then rested on her elbows, her
gaze ping-ponging from Jamie to Trevor.  Trevor had gotten a slight head
start, but Jamie had caught up and was working his hand in a circular
motion around the head of his penis, and then back down the shaft, and back
up again to repeat the circling.  He was facing slightly towards Diana so
she could see the juice coming out of the end of his dick.  It had started
off completely clear but was now a little cloudy as he got ready to shoot
his load.

   At the same time, Trevor was standing perpendicular to Diana, so she was
able to see his full length as he worked his hand up and down over his
shaft.  He would pull the skin down, exposing the head of his dick, and
then the skin would cover it up again as his hand moved up.  But before it
was covered completely, Diana could see clear liquid coming out, providing
lubrication for the skin and his hand.  His left hand was massaging his
scrotum, slightly tugging it in time with his up-down lotion on the shaft.

   When it looked like both of the boys were about to come, Diana lay back
all the way down again, closed her eyes, and reached out with both hands
and touched each boy's leg.  This had the desired effect, and each both
immediately started shooting come over her.  Jamie was turned slightly
towards Diana, and his first spurt hit her far breast.  He turned slightly
more towards her and the second spurt arced over her near breast and hit
her on the chest just below her throat.  Diana had never really listened to
the lyrics before, but ZZ Top's song Pearl Necklace jumped into her brain,
making her realize its meaning.  Jamie wasn't finished though.  His next
few spurts fell progressively shorter and he drew a line from her throat
back to him, covering her other breast.

   Trevor had been facing Diana's tight shorts, looking at her pussy
clearly outlined through the tight material that had soaked through with
her juices.  When his dick erupted, it was pointing up, so the spurts arced
through the air and landed in a random sprinkling across her midsection
from her belly button down to her mound, just above the line formed by the
waist-band of her shorts.  As the drops landed on her mound, gravity pulled
them to one side or the other, and then down the line formed by her thighs,
disappearing into the black shorts.

   Diana lay back, feeling every drop land on her.  Each drop send a bolt
of electricity through her skin into her body as it landed on her.  Jamie's
come on her nipples felt like a caress; Trevor's come running down her
mound towards her pussy tickled her as the thought of its destination
excited her.  As the boys were coming down from their orgasms, she started
to ramp up to hers.  Her left hand went to massage the come on her tits,
rubbing it across her nipples which were standing tall and proud.  Her
right hand rubbed her mound, feeling the come slide across her
freshly-shaven skin.

   Her hand went beneath her shorts, tracing the come that had run down a
few seconds before.  Where it had gone to the side, however, Diana's hands
pulled it to the middle, using it to lubricate her finger as it moved up
and down her slit from clitoris to cunt.  Diana felt another charge go
through her as she thought it.  "Cunt, cunt, cunt," she spoke to herself,
her lips moving but making no sounds.  As her come-slicked finger entered
her cunt one more time, Diana's orgasm crashed over her, lifting her hips
into her hand, pushing her finger into herself as far as her pussy would
spread to allow it in.

   As the waves subsided, Diana continued to rub her hands over her body,
mixing Trevor's and Jamie's come with her sweat, smelling the musty scent
mixed with the fresh air of the cleaned treehouse.  She eventually opened
her eyes and saw the both boys had finally sat down.  Each continued to
slowly rub his dick as they watched her, waiting for her to be able to
acknowledge the presence again.  "That was pleasant," Diana said softly
after a few more minutes.  She sat up on the crate and pulled her legs back
towards her and to the floor.  She moved back so that she was sitting on
her toy chest again to give the boys more room.  Watching them touch
themselves, she rolled her shorts down and watched their eyes shift to her
waist as her pussy was revealed to them.  She perceived a slight increase
in their rhythm, and rolled her shorts all the way off.  As they continued
to jerk their way to their second orgasm, the boys watched Diana rub her
hands over her body, distributing their first batch of come evenly from her
throat to her shaved mound.

   Each boy gave a grunt a few minutes later as their dicks erupted again,
but to a much lesser degree.  Still, Diana enjoyed seeing that she could
inspire them to come again so quickly after the volume that they had
produced for her the first time.  The boys grabbed their cleaning gear,
wiping their dicks clean.  Diana continued to watch.  This part of their
routine fascinated her almost as much as watching them jerk off.  She
watched them squeeze the last of their come out of their dicks until the
fluid was clear again and then mostly stopped.  She watched as their dicks
softened and, in Trevor's case, retreated back into his foreskin.  Their
scrotums had loosened and now hung down freely, swinging as the boys moved
around.  They eventually pulled up their pants, finished with their
cleaning routines and bagged their trash.

   Diana stood up and straightened her clothes out.  She pulled up her
shorts in an exaggerated stepping motion, pulling each side up a little at
a time.  When they reached her butt, she stretched them over and then
pulled the front the rest of the way up.  The juices that had dampened the
material earlier now felt cold against her skin, but she knew she'd be out
of them and in the shower shortly.  She pulled her top on, and then reached
down the front to pull each breast into position.  This caused her nipples
to harden again, making little bumps in the material; one last show for the
boys she thought.  Last on were her socks and shoes.  She cleaned her hands
but left the boys' come spread across her body.  It had started to dry
against her skin, pulling on it whenever she moved, reminding her that it
was there.

   After saying goodbye to Trevor, Diana exited the treehouse first and
went up to her room.  It was getting dark and she was getting hungry. 
Although she didn't expect her parents home anytime soon, she wanted to be
dressed in a more presentable outfit when they did come home.  As she got
into her room and took her clothes back off, Diana decided not to take a
shower just yet.  She dressed in a support top and jeans and washed her
face and arms in the sink, but her chest and waist and crotch still had the
boys' efforts on them.  She decided it would be nice to have a reminder of
them for the rest of the evening.

   Diana went back downstairs and she and Jamie cooked a frozen pizza for
supper.  After chatting for a bit over supper, neither mentioning their
time in the treehouse earlier that day, Diana went upstairs to study.  As
she sat at her desk, she could feel the dried come sticking to her skin
whenever she moved.  Diana started thinking about a shower and a way to
relax her nerves in the shower, and then thought about just the relaxing
part and putting the shower off until the morning.  Diana brushed her teeth
and undressed for bed.  As she lay on her stomach with her hands in their
usual positions, Diana thought about all of the events earlier in the day,
and how she was becoming more attracted to Trevor and less attracted to
Jamie.  As she thought about it, maybe she was never really attracted to
Jamie so much as he just happened to be there as she was becoming more
sexual.  She still wanted to be in the treehouse with him, but that was
their special place together for sexual adventure, not emotional
attraction.

   Different thoughts ran through Diana's mind as she lay there, not really
concentrating anymore on touching herself.  She eventually fell asleep. 
She might have heard her mother come in to say goodnight at some point, but
Diana slept deeply the rest of the night, and through her alarm clock the
next morning.  When she heard her mother knocking on her door, Diana looked
at the clock and realized she had just a few minutes to make it out the
door if she was going to make it to school on time.  That meant no time for
a shower and something portable for breakfast.  She thought about her
come-covered skin and realized that although she might not smell that good
because of how sweaty she had been yesterday, the thought of going through
the day with her special skin cream still on her was a pleasing idea.  She
got dressed and grabbed an energy bar before heading out the door for the
bus.

   Once on the school bus, Diana realized that she had forgotten her gym
bag and PE clothes.  "Well, nothing I can do about it now," she thought. 
Diana went through her first few classes and had PE just before lunch. 
They were outside for softball, and the day had warmed pretty quickly.  As
Diana got hot and sweaty, she lamented again about her bag, since it had
also included a towel for her shower after PE.  Now, as Diana was walking
into the cafeteria, she also remembered that she was still covered in the
boys come, and was catching whiffs of sweat and day-old come as she fluffed
her clothes out, trying to cool down and dry them off.  "Well," she thought
again, "nothing I can do about it now."

   Diana entered the cafeteria and got in line for lunch between two of her
girlfriends.  After a couple of minutes in line, one of them said "Okay,
Diana.  I tried to be nice and ignore it, but you really stink.  Get some
foot powder or perfume, or something, girl." Diana could only smile lamely,
not wanting to divulge what the smell was.  She still found it exciting to
think back to yesterday and the rain of come that had fallen across her
tits and belly.  In fact, once her friend mentioned it, Diana couldn't stop
thinking about it anymore and had trouble focusing on her afternoon
classes. When she got on the bus--none of her friends would sit beside
her--she turned towards the window so that she could squeeze her hand
between her thighs without anyone noticing.  When she got to her stop,
Diana ran for home and straight up to the shower.  "Might as well kill two
birds with one stone," she thought, as she aimed the pulsating jets at her
pussy with one hand and massaged her tits with the other.

   After her shower, which accomplished both missions, Diana got dressed
and went out to the treehouse again.  She was too tired for another round,
but figured she could prep it for Jamie and Trevor, and maybe model for
them as well when the time came.  She opened Jamie's toy chest and brought
out the towels and wipes, and picked up the stack of magazines.  She
glanced through them quickly, and then pulled two aside and put them back.
For Jamie, she had selected a Penthouse.  She found a girl posing that was
spreading her legs for the camera and holding her tits.  She was a brunette
with large tits.  The pose opened her pussy a little, enough to show her
inner labia but not her vagina.  For Trevor, she selected a Playboy with a
red-head centerfold.  She was well trimmed and her pussy was visible where
her pubic hair ended.  Diana felt the boys would like her choices for them.
She had decided not to stay this time and returned to her room.  Later that
afternoon, Jamie came into her room from the bathroom.  "Trevor wanted me
to tell you that he like your choice for him." Diana smiled but remained
silent.  Jamie continued "I liked mine to, but we both missed having you
there."

   "I had thought about staying, but I wasn't feeling very well." In fact,
Diana had the feeling that she'd be missing the next few days in the
treehouse, but wanted to spare Jamie the details.  "I'll see what I can
find for you tomorrow, maybe," she said.  Jamie turned and left back
through the bathroom and his room to go downstairs.  A few minutes later,
Diana went to the bathroom and confirmed her suspicions.  For the next few
days, Diana chose different magazines and different pictures for Jamie and
Trevor, but was never in the treehouse when they came home.  After a few
days went by, and after the next weekend, she was able to return.

   For the next month or so, they established a routine.  Diana would go to
the treehouse first and either wait for them or start without them.  They'd
join her and she'd sit and watch them as they watched her.  However it
worked out, each teen would usually leave the treehouse two orgasms richer.
Once school let out, Jamie and Trevor left for a six-week adventure camp.
Diana had known it was coming.  Rather than letting herself miss them, she
tried to focus on when they'd return.  She did not go up to the treehouse
very much while they were gone.  Once they returned, they'd picked up their
routine but they all agreed to skip going to the treehouse during the worst
days of summer when the temperature consistently broke 90 degrees.

   School started and Jamie and Trevor entered the eleventh grade and Diana
entered the ninth.  This put her in the same school as the boys but she
would still usually beat them home by taking the bus while they stayed
after school.  In Jamie's case, it was to receive extra help and in
Trevor's case, it was to provide extra help, but in different subjects from
Jamie.  Jamie's grades had begun to slip a little though none of them ever
considered that time in the treehouse could have been time spent studying.
This usually brought the boys home about within an hour of Diana since they
could get a ride directly home but he had to wait for the bus to make its
stops along the way.

   Although they didn't socialize on a regular basis, they did occasionally
eat lunch together.  Diana became one of the more popular girls in her
class because she was able to eat with juniors, even if one of them was her
brother.  Diana would always smile to herself when she thought of the root
of her popularity.  If she hadn't followed Trevor up the treehouse that day
one year ago, she'd be just another freshman.  When Jamie turned seventeen,
the weather was promising a nice autumn, and he managed not to break his
arm again.

   As the weather cooled into fall, they picked up again where they had
left off.  Diana did not give the boys a repeat of opening day, but she was
trying to think of something good for closing day for this year, and
opening day for next year.  On one of the hot days that they had agreed not
to meet in the treehouse, Diana went up and looked at some of the
advertising in the back of one of the magazines.  When she found what she
had seen earlier, she wrote down some information and put everything back
as it had been.  She went to the post office and bought a money order and
sent it in.  Several weeks later, Diana received her first vibrator.  The
magazine ad had mentioned that the color would be random, and what Diana
received looked like it had once been fluorescent pink but had been left
out in the sun and had faded to a bright but milky pinkish color.  It was
long and slender, about one inch in diameter (like a dick, duh!) and flared
out wider at the base to maybe two inches--almost like a cigar poking
through a doughnut, she thought.  She put a pair of batteries in it, and
turned the switch at the base.  The vibrator emitted a low hum and shook
slightly in her hand.  Diana thought about trying it out on a day before
the boys arrived, or up in her room after everyone had gone to sleep, but
decided to wait until Closing Day.  She would share her excitement of using
it for the first time with the boys.

   Watching the weather as they got near the end of October, Diana and the
boys decided that Closing Day would need to be the Tuesday before
Thanksgiving.  Diana's and Jamie's parents would be working that day, and
there'd just be enough light in the treehouse to see each other as the
afternoon progressed.  Everyone would start their holiday on that Wednesday
and be home through the weekend, so they all agreed on Tuesday.  As before,
Diana felt herself becoming anxious as school progressed.  She got to the
point where all she could think about was getting off the bus and running
home to prepare.  Looking at Jamie and Trevor, who were on the bus that
day, they looked like they were a little distracted, too.  She could feel
the wetness begin even before she was off the bus and running for home. 
Jamie and Trevor walked since they knew that Diana wanted time to get up in
the treehouse first.

   Diana ran inside and checked the rest of the house to make sure neither
of her parents was home.  She ran upstairs and put on a basic top and
shorts.  Her clothes wouldn't be a part of the show this time, so she
wasn't worried about how she dressed.  She grabbed the box with the
vibrator from its hiding place in her closet, and tested it before going
downstairs.  She made sure again that nobody was home and went out to the
treehouse.

   Diana took everything out for the boys and hid the vibrator under her
towel.  Today was a little cool even in the enclosed treehouse, so she
decided to wait before taking off her clothes.  To pass the time, she
started browsing the magazines again until she heard the boys' voices
across the yard.  Diana closed the magazines and put them away.  She was
thinking the boys wouldn't need them for either their first or second
orgasm today.  As the boys got closer to the treehouse, she opened the
hatch and waited for them.

   As Jamie and Trevor had been talking, they both were wondering what, if
anything, Diana had planned for Closing Day.  They had been a little
disappointed that they had not had any type of repeat of Opening Day, but
one of the ideas of the treehouse was that nobody had to do anything he or
she did not want to do after joining.  Although they both would have liked
to splatter their come all over Diana again, and watch her rub it across
her body and down into her pussy, they respected what she wanted to do and
appreciated her all the more when she did do things like that.  Now, each
was anticipating something as they entered the treehouse, they just weren't
sure what it would be.

   Everyone took his or her place on the toy chests.  Diana stood up and
peeled her top off as the boys watched her little bounce as her tits fell
free of the elastic support band.  Diana turned so that she was facing down
the aisle of the treehouse and both boys could see her back.  She started
to push down her shorts at each hip.  As the elastic cleared the bottom of
her butt cheeks, Diana bent over so that each boy could get a look at her
pussy from the rear as she pushed the shorts down the rest of the way.  She
looked back through her legs at them and smiled, stood up, and stepped out
of her shorts.  She bent over again to pick them up and placed them on the
toy chest beside her shirt.  As she normally did, Diana left on her socks
and shoes.

   The boys stood up.  As they had discussed earlier, they were going to do
something different this time.  Each kicked off his shoes and took off his
socks.  Placing them aside, they then took off their shirts and their pants
and underwear, leaving each boy completely naked.  Diana hadn't thought
about it as they took their shoes off, but she was surprised as they took
off all of their clothes, not just pulled down their pants as usual.  She
certainly didn't mind, and smiled at them once they were completely naked.
They stood still for a moment to let her look.  "Now I feel overdressed,"
she said.  Both boys were in pretty good shape, but Trevor had the edge
with a slightly more muscular build and flatter stomach.  Each had a little
chest hair and a line of hair from their belly button that spread out into
a patch over their dicks.  Both boys were becoming erect as she watched and
she could see lube starting to come out of the end of each dick.  Having
Diana watch them become erect was turning the boys on, and Diana, too. 
Once they were hard, they sat down and looked back at her.  She sat down
and each of them slowly started touching themselves.

   Diana rubbed one breast with her left hand as her right hand went down.
She had shaved again the night before, and the boys had a clear view of her
pussy as she spread her legs and moved her hand between her thighs.  Diana
wasn't quite sure when she'd bring out the surprise, but she figured she
might as well get a little more wet first to help her with it when she did
use it.  Jamie put a little hand cream on his palm and slowly worked it
over his shaft as Trevor worked his natural lube over his.  Both boys were
intently watching Diana, looking for a sign for something special.

   After a few more minutes, Diana suddenly stopped and spoke.

   "Doesn't this get boring?  We come up here and watch each other do the
same things over and over." The boys paused and looked at each other, not
sure where Diana was headed.  Did she want to stop coming up here?  Before
either could think of a reply, she continued.

   "Don't get me wrong.  I enjoy coming up here with you.  But, for
something different, wouldn't you like to watch me stick this up my pussy?"
As she was speaking, Diana had slowly moved a hand behind her and gotten
the vibrator out from her towel.  Now she held it up, looking at the boys.
They had each decided that Diana wasn't going to do anything special for
their last day, then she started talking about being bored, and now, to
their great surprise, she had pulled out a pink vibrator and was going to
use it on herself for them to watch.  This last thing had come out of
nowhere and they boys could do nothing more than look from her to the
vibrator and back again.  Finally, each was able to nod a "yes" to her and
she smiled.  "I thought you might," she said.

   Diana turned the vibrator on and its low hum filled the treehouse.  She
passed it over one nipple and it instantly became erect and send a little
shiver into her.  She opened her legs again ran it down her stomach.  As it
passed over her clitoris, Diana gave a little surprised laugh.  She
continued its travel downward, tracing her pussy lips with the side of
vibrator.  Holding it pointing down, she ran it up and down her labia
several times, tracing the line from her vagina to her clitoris.  On each
pass, she pressed it deeper between her labia.  Finally, on one of the
downward strokes, she slowly flipped it over as the end of it reached the
entrance to her vagina.  She pressed upward, and the tip of it entered her.
She could hear the boys jerking their dicks, but she was too intent on
watching the vibrator disappear inside her to look up at them.  They, of
course, were looking at the exact same thing, marveling as the pink tip
slowly disappeared inside her pink skin.  Diana shifted her grip so that
she was holding it from the base, slowly easing it up inside her pussy. 
She was still trying to give the boys a show, even though she was now
giving herself a show as well.

   As Diana had turned the vibrator on, she felt her wetness increase. 
When it first touched her clit, the tingles that shot out through her body
had caused the surprised laugh.  She had not known what to expect, and the
sudden excitement caused by that touch had surprised her.  Then, as she
worked the vibrator up and down her slit, Diana could feel herself becoming
wetter and wetter.  When it touched her favorite spot below her clitoris,
it felt like one hundred little fingers touching her, not just her one
finger.  Now, as it slowly went inside her, Diana was becoming overwhelmed
at the different feelings she had.

   First, she felt this surge of feminine pride, taking this pink object
into her body.  What a wonderful creation of nature her body was.  Next,
she knew it wasn't a boy's dick, but definitely was better than her finger.
What would it be like when it was a boy's dick?  She could feel the
coolness of the vibrator that gradually took on her warmth, but a boy's
dick would already be warm as it went in.  And, looking at Trevor and
Jamie, each of their dicks was larger in diameter than this vibrator was.
Having the vibrator inside of her was slightly uncomfortable, being in
deeper than her finger had ever gone, but this discomfort was easily
overmatched by how good it felt at the same time.  What would it feel like
when they entered her?  Would it hurt?  Then Diana realized that she had
already known it would be one of them, but which?  Or would it be both? 
She vaguely thought of the promise that they'd made their mother back when
Jamie had broken his arm.  Would she able to live up to it?  Would he?  She
thought of the revulsion of the question she had felt then, but now felt
only a desire to have a real dick in her, not a plastic one.  But at the
same time, Diana knew she wasn't ready for real sex.  Soon, but not yet. 
Whether it was the desire to keep putting on shows for the boys, or just
the fear of losing their friendship, or something else, Diana couldn't
decide, but she knew that she'd know when she was ready.  She was still
attracted to Trevor, but just the idea of having sex made attraction seem
irrelevant.  In other words, Jamie's dick would be just as good as Trevor's
when it came time to have a dick replace the vibrator inside of her.

   All of these thoughts flew in and out of her mind in an instant.  They
were soon all replaced by waves of pleasure emanating from the pulsations
coming out of her pussy, spreading like ripples across a pond as they moved
up her body.  She could feel her nipples tighten, being stimulated even
though nothing was touching them.  She moved the vibrator slowly in and
out, gliding it easily over the great quantity of lube her body was
creating in its new form of excitement.  It was going in a little more
comfortably now, and she would ease it in until the bigger ring bottomed
out against her vulva.  As the ripples turned to splashes, and the splashes
to waves, Diana closed her eyes and stretched her head back.  She moaned
and was vaguely aware of hearing the boys' coming, but Diana was lost
inside her own orgasm.  She pulled the vibrator out of her and sank it into
her labia, so that the body of it was touching her clitoris and the spot
underneath it, and the tip was at the entrance to her vagina.  She used her
left hand and inserted her middle finger into her vagina, taking the place
the vibrator had deserted.  Her left hand also helped press the vibrator
against her body, giving her contact with it over its entire length.  When
her orgasm finally subsided, Diana could feel her pussy pulsing as it had
when the twins had been here.  She opened her eyes and looked at Jamie and
Trevor.  Each was holding a towel against his dick, but each was still
stroking, absorbed in watching her.

   She smiled and turned off the vibrator and put it down.  She used her
fingers to open her labia, showing them her vagina as it slowly twitched
open and closed on its own.  Watching intently, each boy became hard again.
As they worked their shafts, Diana reached over and picked up the vibrator
again.  Rather than turning it on, she held it in her right hand while
pulling her labia open with her left.  She then slid the vibrator down the
partially open slit and pulled it to her right, opening both lips so that
the boys could look up her pussy again, seeing the dark red of her sated
vagina.  Diana was rewarded as each boy soon shot another, though
substantially smaller, load into his towel.  She hadn't come again, but she
was happy knowing that she could get two orgasms out of each boy without
having them even go soft first.

   After a few moments of looking at each other, everyone started cleaning
up.  Each made sure his or her area had been taken care of and all of the
trash was in a bag to go to the dumpster.  By an unspoken agreement, all
three had remained undressed until everything in the treehouse was ready
for them to leave it until next spring.  Finally, the boys started getting
dressed as Diana watched them.  She marveled at the utilitarian movements
they made; no finesse, just pull clothes on.  Although she had only a top
and shorts to put on, she once again put on a little show as the boys
watched.  First Diana pulled her top on, being sure to stretch her arms up
so that her tits stood out as she slipped the top over her arms and pulled
it down.  Her nipples were still erect, and formed little bumps in the
stretch fabric.

   Next, she turned away from them and stepped into her shorts.  Then, she
bent over, giving them one final view of her pussy as she slowly pulled the
shorts up, first one side, then the other, in a see-saw fashion that made
her hips rock back and forth as well.  As the fabric came up to the bottom
of her butt cheeks, Diana turned to face them, slowly covered her smooth
mound as she worked her hands around the waist to pull the rest of it over
her hips.  When she was finished, she said "That's all folks.  Hope it'll
last you to the spring."

   "I think it will," Jamie replied, smiling.

   "I think it will last me until I get home and have to jack off again
thinking about you," Trevor added, looking at Diana.  She smiled back.

   "I think I'll take this in with me," she said, picking up the vibrator
with her towel.  "I wouldn't want it stay out here all winter." She looked
up again and smiled.  "The batteries might die from the cold and they're
expensive.  I'll keep it in my room somewhere, so they'll be okay.  By the
way, I want you boys to appreciate that I spent a little extra money and
bought the advanced version of this."

   "What do you mean," Trevor asked as he lifted the access door.

   "There was a Model 312, and a Model 312A for a few dollars more.  I
thought you were worth it."

   Trevor looked back and smiled at Jamie, and both looked like they were
trying not to laugh.

   "What?" Diana asked.

   "Nothing.  It's just that we appreciate your thinking of us," Jamie
replied, still smiling.

   With that, they exited the treehouse one-by-one and went into the house.
Trevor left and Diana went upstairs, washed, dried, and hid the vibrator,
and changed into normal clothes while Jamie found something to eat before
supper.  Each was thinking how long it would be until next April 15th, and
each was wondering what Diana would do for Opening Day.

   Since coming home from the adventure camp the previous summer, Jamie had
been making references to joining a branch of the military after high
school.  The shooting, hiking, and map reading that they had done in camp
had awakened Jamie's spirit of adventure and being outdoors.  Although this
wasn't their parents' first choice, everyone had to acknowledge that
Jamie's grades weren't the best, college was expensive, and that Jamie
could learn skills in the military that could be expanded in college upon
his discharge.  Jamie had been looking into the different branches, but had
not decided yet.  Over the course of the winter, since he was not
preoccupied with going to the treehouse in the afternoons, Jamie started
looking into what the different branches could offer him.  As Opening Day
approached, Jamie decided that maybe the Army would be his best choice.  He
would be able to choose the field he wanted to get into (radios maybe) and
it seemed that the Army had the largest number of choices available.  He
had one more year to go in school, so still had time to think about it and
decide.

   Throughout that winter, Diana used her vibrator on occasion, but always
after she was sure everyone else (or at least her parents) had gone to bed.
Although it barely made any noise, to Diana it sounded like an alarm going
off in her room.  She started playing her radio at night to cover the
sound, but couldn't play the radio too loudly without her parents
complaining it was too loud.  Diana then developed the routine of using the
vibrator only after she became wet enough to put it inside of herself. 
Even then, she would not turn it on until it was inside of her for fear of
it making too much noise.  Whether it was over-cautious or not, Diana also
made sure to not fall asleep until after she had cleaned up and returned
the vibrator to the back of the shelf in her closet.  If Jamie ever heard
it through the bathroom door, he never said anything, but they tried to
keep their "treehouse topic" out of conversations they had at home.

   As she had in the previous year, Diana used the few days before Opening
Day to clean up the treehouse and make it ready for them.  When the day
came, however, Diana decided to stay in her room and told the boys to go up
first.  She had a plan for them, and she wanted them there before her. 
Figuring that Diana would be up shortly, they went ahead and removed their
clothes and decided to "prep" themselves for her arrival.  Each chose a
magazine and did just enough to get hard and maintain an erection.  After a
little while, they saw Diana crossing the yard carrying her towel.  Jamie
walked over to the door and unlatched it so she could enter, and then
latched it behind her.  Diana smiled at the two naked boys, and their hard
dicks, and walked over to her spot.

   Before taking off her clothes, she moved Jamie to the far side of the
treehouse.  As she did, Jamie and Trevor remembered the last time that they
had stood on either side of Diana which had been on Opening Day last year.
She had left the treehouse that afternoon covered from her tits to her
pussy in their come.  Once Jamie was moved, Diana positioned the crate and
the towel as she had done the previous year.  She sat down on her toy chest
and removed her socks and shoes, and then lifted her jog bra off.  Once
again, the boys enjoyed the sight of her tits bouncing back down as they
were released from the tight fabric of her top.  Diana started to roll down
her "camel-toe shorts" as she had last year.  However, before the boys
could really think about it, she had rolled them all the way down to her
feet and stepped out of them.  She sat on the crate and turned so that she
could lie across the treehouse with a boy on either side of her.

   "You know what to do," she said, and lay back flat across the toy chests
and crate.

   Once again, Diana had surprised the boys with something new, and they
weren't quite sure how to react.  Last year she had said to touch only skin
as they massaged her, but now she was completely naked (and shaved smooth
again).  As they stood there, she opened her eyes and lifted her head up to
look at them.  "Well, get to it!  We don't have all day!" Diana lowered her
head and closed her eyes again.  Still a little unsure, they started at her
feet and massaged their way up her legs.  As they got to her thighs, Diana
opened her legs a little and said "Remember, you're allowed to touch skin
only." The boys looked at each other again, questioning each other without
speaking.  Finally, Trevor slid his hand down the top of Diana's thigh
towards the inside of her leg.  He moved his right hand up her left leg
until it hit the junction of her leg and torso.  He swallowed nervously,
and then moved turned his body slightly towards her feet so that he could
place his palm against her pussy.

   Diana had known that the boys would be confused over her plans (so far)
and that contributed to her excitement.  As Trevor touched her smooth pussy
with the palm of his hand, Diana inhaled in rush of excitement.  She felt
Trevor start to pull his hand away, worried he might have gone too far, and
she reached down and held it there to let him know it was okay, then
released his hand.  She opened her legs a little more, and Trevor was able
to move his palm down her slit, rubbing her outer pussy lips with his rough
hand.  This sent another tremor through Diana and she felt herself getting
wetter, ready (he hoped) for his finger to enter her.

   Jamie, meanwhile, was excited but also a little scared.  He wanted to
touch Diana the same way that Trevor was, but she was his sister.  Wouldn't
that be wrong?  He remembered their promise to their mother, but this was
his hand, not his dick he'd be using, so that didn't count, did it?  At the
same time, he was excited watching Trevor touch Diana.  He didn't want to
interrupt their connection.  Both boys were becoming more excited and their
dicks were starting to drip pre-come as their excitement went unrelieved.

   Since Jamie couldn't have his hand where Trevor's was, he moved on up
Diana's body and started massaging her stomach and tits.  Trevor had
continued to rub Diana's pussy on the outside, but was nervous about doing
more.  Sensing his hesitation, Diana move her hands down to his and applied
pressure to the outside of his hand, pushing it into her.  Trevor's middle
finger slipped into the wet slit, and he continued his up and down motion.
As his hand went down, he felt his finger slip into the end of her pussy.
As it did, his dick erupted and he came across Diana's thighs.  Diana felt
the come splattering on her legs and then felt little tremors course
through her body, excited that she had just made Trevor come just from
touching her, excited that he had just come on her, and excited that she'd
get more out of both boys before they were finished.

   Trevor was slightly embarrassed at coming already, but his dick stayed
hard, buoyed by excitement.  However, Trevor's right hand was starting to
cramp at being in such an awkward angle.  He pulled his right hand out from
between Diana's legs and rotated his body towards her upper torso, then
used his left hand to replace his right.  His left middle finger found her
slit and slid down to her pussy.  Now, he was able to slide a finger up
into her pussy, not just stop at the entrance.  In response, Diana opened
her legs a little, giving him more access.  Trevor worked his left hand up
and down her slit, entering her cunt hole on each downward stroke, and came
up almost to her clit on his upstroke.  Although he wasn't doing it
consciously, he was stopping right at Diana's favorite spot below her
clitoris.  She could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly, and decided it
was time to enact the next phase of her plan.

   Both boys were standing more-or-less between her stomach and tits,
slightly facing her.  Each had both of his hands on her body.  Diana
brought both of her hands up and grabbed a dick with each one.  The boys
both pulled their hips back, reflexively pulling their dicks back to a
safer location, but Diana moved her hands with them and was able to hold on
to each of them until they relaxed and moved back towards her.  She could
feel the slippery warmth of Trevor's dick as her hand spread the mix of
pre-come and come around his dick, making the whole thing wet.  Jamie's
dick was dryer since he had not put on any hand cream and had only been
dripping pre-come.  Diana took care of this issue by rubbing the head of
his dick in little circles as she had watched him do it.  She also ran her
thumb along the base of the shaft, pulling more liquid out of the end. 
This coated her hand sufficiently that she was able to rub her hand up and
down over his shaft in the same motion she was using on Trevor.  Diana did
not think she would have been able to "pat her head and rub her tummy"
effectively with the two boys, so used the same movement on each of them at
the same time.

   After the initial surprise of having somebody grab their dicks, both
boys stepped closer to Diana so that she could rub her hands up and down
their shafts more easily.  They were both in complete ecstatic bliss as her
thin but firm fingers worked their way up and down their shafts.  As Diana
pumped their shafts, each boy massaged her skin with more pressure, and
Trevor worked his finger into and out of Diana's pussy faster, pressing a
little harder on her slit as he moved his hand out.  Nobody had long to go
until all three reached almost simultaneous orgasms.  Both boys shot spurts
out towards Diana's tits, with Jamie's being stronger since it was his
first climax.  Trevor was so excited about having his finger inside Diana
and having her hand work his dick, however, that his second orgasm almost
matched his first for the quantity of come he shot out.  As Diana felt the
come drops raining down on her, she released Trevor's dick and pressed his
hand down, starting her own orgasm.  She raised her hips up into his
finger, working her cunt against his hand.  At the same time, she continued
to squeeze Jamie's shaft, milking out remnants of come still there,
spreading it over his dick with her hand.  As her orgasm subsided, Diana
let go of Trevor's hand and returned her attention to his dick, providing
the same service she was giving to Jamie.  In turn, Trevor slowly and
lightly worked his finger out of Diana's slick pussy, easily sliding it on
the wetness that coated her.

   The teens stayed that way for a few minutes, letting calmness settle in.
Diana looked at each boy in turn, then looked down at their come-coated
dicks and her come-coated hands, and then at her come-coated tits, and let
out a small sigh of pleasure.  She let go of their dicks and moved her
hands to her tits to work the droplets of their come across her body.  She
slid her hands down her belly, sliding them on the slick gel the boys had
each given her, coating her skin.  She stopped as her hands touch Trevor's
at her mound, and worked her way up again, mixing their come and her sweat,
enjoying the sticky-slick combination.  Trevor pulled his hand away from
her pussy, and the boys stepped back a little as Diana sat up.  All of them
were too relaxed to speak, so just enjoyed each other's company for a few
more minutes before moving again.

   All too soon, though, they accepted that they needed to get dressed and
leave the treehouse for the day.  Trevor was looking at his finger, still
slick with Diana's juices on it.  Almost without thinking about it, it
brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked his finger.  When Jamie and
Diana noticed his motion, they watched him lift his hand.  This got each of
them excited again, also thinking about where it had been.  Jamie stepped
back closer to Diana, watching Trevor.  Diana saw Jamie step towards her,
and decided they had a little time still.  She lay back down and grabbed
Jamie's hand.  Before he realized it, she had placed his hand on her mound,
spreading his fingers down so that he was palming her pussy.  As soon as
Jamie realized where his hand was, he pressed down with his middle finger
and it disappeared in Diana's slit.  He slid it down, and his finger easily
went into her slick pussy.  Diana moved her hand from Jamie's hand and
reached over to grab his dick again.  It had quickly hardened and was ready
to go again.  As Jamie ran his finger in and out of Diana's pussy, Diana
was able to use the motion that she had seen that Jamie preferred.  She ran
her right hand in little circles around the top of his dick, and moved her
left hand down to pulled slightly upward on her mound, tightening the skin
around her pussy and Jamie's finger.  After just a few minutes, both teens
were climaxing again.  Diana let go of her skin and held Jamie's finger
inside of her, as she soaked Jamie's hand with her juices and Jamie
returned the favor by coating Diana's palm with his come.

   Trevor had stood up again and watched all of this happen.  He was turned
on by both the boy/girl action in front of him, and the "naughtiness" of
the fact the Jamie and Diana were brother and sister.  His dick started
getting hard again and Trevor ran his hand slowly up and down his shaft
without thinking about it.  He wasn't trying to get off again so much as
just join in the rhythm that Jamie and Diana were using to touch each
other. When they came, Trevor was aware of more fluid coming out of his
dick, but it wasn't accompanied by a climax.  As Diana's orgasm passed, she
let go of Jamie's hand and reached out and slowly caressed Trevor's dick as
she had Jamie's.  Jamie slowly moved his finger in and out of Diana's pussy
as he'd seen Trevor do, and then pulled it completely out.  He looked at
his finger, and tasted her juices as Trevor had done.  This time, though,
everyone was too tired to start another round.  Trevor handed Diana a baby
wipe as she sat up again, and she wiped her hands while the boys attended
to their dicks.

   They slowly dressed in silence, Diana being too worn out to be able to
put on much of a show this time.  They all knew that Opening Day (and
Closing Day) held a surprise, but each was wondering if today's action had
crossed a threshold.  Would they want to go back to just masturbating in
front of each other after they had touched each other today?  Both boys
knew what they wanted the answer to be, but also wanted Diana to be the one
to decide.  For her part, Diana was feeling very relaxed but also a little
confused.  She knew what she wanted the answer to be, but wasn't sure if
she, or the boys, was ready for that.  Then there was also the issue of
Jamie's being her brother.  There was a charge of excitement she felt for
that fact that they were doing something they weren't supposed to, but she
felt a little guilty about the promise they had made their mother, even
though this wasn't that.  Would it become that if they let it?  Again,
Diana felt a little charge thinking about Jamie, but it was more along the
lines of doing something that they weren't supposed to do that made it
exciting.  Thinking of doing other things with Trevor, on the other hand,
made Diana feel differently.  She could feel her attraction to him growing,
and she believed his attraction to her was also growing.  Too many things
to think about at the moment was making Diana's head swim.  She put things
out of her mind for now, and focused on the routine of cleaning up the
treehouse for the evening.

   After they were all dressed and ready to go, Diana broke the silence and
voiced a little of what they all were feeling.

   "This was certainly a great Opening Day," she said as she smiled at
them. "I'm not sure what comes next though.  I'm a little confused and want
to have time to think about us.  I might skip a few days, maybe until next
week since I'm due for other things to start happening soon, anyway.  Let's
just see how it goes after that."

   Both boys were okay leaving things unanswered for now, even though both
were thinking about where their fingers had just been and where Diana's
hands had just been.  Diana hugged each of them and felt their dicks harden
a little against her body.  Just before Diana opened the hatch to leave the
treehouse, Trevor said "Hey, Diana, remember last November I said I'd have
to jerk off again when I got home after watching you with the vibrator?"
Diana smiled; she remembered.  "Well," Trevor continued, "I jerked off so
much those next few days my dick had a sore spot on it for a week.  I don't
think this time is going to be any better, either."

   Diana smiled again, recognizing Trevor's compliment.  "I'm glad I can
inspire you.  I'll have to bring 'my little pink friend' back up here, now
that the weather is warm again." After today, though, Diana was wondering
how much longer a fake dick would satisfy her, even if it did vibrate.  She
still didn't think she was ready for a real one inside of her, but the
boys' fingers had certainly been a step in the right direction.  Diana gave
the boys a final smile as she exited the treehouse.  "Happy thoughts," she
said to Trevor as she ducked down and out of the treehouse.  "Don't get too
sore for when I come back," she called up from the ladder as she descended
it.  The boys watched her walk towards the house, each admiring her butt
inside the tight shorts, each wondering what happens next.

   Over the next few days, Diana decided that things would have to "return
to normal" so that their treehouse relationship could be preserved.  She
thought that going any further, at least for the time being, would cause
several problems.  Diana didn't think she was ready for regular sex yet,
and she was not sure how to handle two boys if she were.  Would they have
to start alternating which boy came up?  Would one want to watch the other
and/or jerk off while watching the other and Diana have sex?  Diana was
pretty sure she did not want to have a regular threesome in the treehouse,
and wasn't sure about the idea of being watched while having sex (but how
different would that be from the watching they all did now?).  Diana
thought there was just too much to think about it, and the best way to
handle it was to not think about it now.

   Lastly, there was the whole brother/sister thing.  She and Jamie and
promised their mother they wouldn't do anything, but that was before they
really knew what they weren't supposed to be doing.  Would fucking Jamie be
much different than grabbing his dick and jacking him off?  Would it be
much different than having him finger her pussy?  Diana wasn't sure, but
she was leaning towards a "yes" on all of those questions.  But, if that
were the case, how could she justify fucking Trevor (if/when she did) and
not Jamie?  And, as had happened with Phil, would fucking one/both of them
end their time in the treehouse or were all of those rules gone now that it
was just the three of them?  Too much to think about!

   Jamie had also been having similar thoughts as Diana, and was getting
just as confused.  But, on a slightly positive note (depending on how you
thought of it) he and Trevor would be going off to camp again this year and
that would delay having to make a decision until they returned, assuming
nothing happened before they left.  Jamie certainly wouldn't mind fucking
Diana, but he also remembered his promise, and didn't want to break it. 
Jamie was thinking that maybe he'd start looking for a girlfriend once he
became a senior.  That could potentially solve several problems.  He would
have somebody to fuck (hopefully) and it would be a clean exit from the
treehouse group, if they continued to follow the same rules that they had
earlier.  He didn't mind that this would leave only Diana and Trevor. 
Trevor was his best friend and the thought of Trevor and Diana together
seemed like a good match for both of them.  If it finally did come down to
Trevor and Diana fucking each other, that would be their decision, not his.
He'd miss the treehouse and all that might happen there, but Jamie was
thinking he had the roots of a plan.

   Diana's return to the treehouse started their normal routine again. 
Since they now attended the same school, they'd arrive home on the same
bus. Except for opening day when Diana told the boys to go up first, they'd
usually walk home together and head up to the treehouse together.  No one
questioned Trevor's going to Jamie's house on a regular basis since they
were in the same class, and none of them had ever said anything about the
treehouse to anyone else.  When the school year ended, they continued going
up to the treehouse until Jamie and Trevor left for camp.  As she did the
previous year, Diana went up by herself on occasion and then stopped when
it got too hot.

   When the boys returned, Jamie had decided on two things.  He would
definitely try to find a girlfriend for his senior year, and he would try
for the Army with a communications MOS after graduating.  The boys entered
their senior year and Diana entered her sophomore year, still at the same
school.  When the weather cooled down, they returned to the treehouse but
Diana could tell that Jamie was distracted about something.  He had told
her and their parents his choice about the Army, but Diana didn't think
that is what was distracting him.  Jamie was distracted by the idea that
each trip up to the treehouse could be his last.  He had asked a few girls
out and had been on a few dates, but was not sure if he wanted to keep
seeing any of the girls he'd dated.

   At Jamie's eighteenth birthday party that September, their parents had
to attend a conference over the weekend.  Trevor and his parents had agreed
to host Jamie's party at their house but Jamie and Diana were old enough to
spend the weekend at home by themselves after the party.  Neither of them
drank so their parents weren't worried about a "second party" taking place
after the main party at Trevor's house.  At the party, Dana and Phil
brought along a friend of Dana's named Jennifer.  Dana and Phil were still
dating, but it looked like Dana had gained weight recently.  She was
wearing baggy clothes that hid her figure.  (Diana saw Dana again about a
year later, this time with a new-born baby boy.  "I guess the 'Grand Prize'
had its price," thought Diana.)

   Jamie was smitten with Jennifer at first sight, and managed to spend
most of the party with her.  Anyone seeing Jennifer would understand
Jamie's attraction to her.  Jennifer was about Diana's height, but had
jet-black hair that reached down to the middle of her back.  She had dark
eyes that seemed to draw people in to her when they looked into them.  This
was quite an accomplishment since all of the boys that met Jennifer first
had their eyes drawn down to look at her tits before looking up to be
captured in her gaze.  Jennifer was well endowed and knew it, often wearing
knit sweaters to show her curves or open-collar t-shirts to show her
cleavage.  She had been a rising track star but had stopped competing once
her breasts had developed; even with a jog-bra, she was now too large to be
able to practice long enough each day to stay fit enough to compete.  She
still had an athletic body but it had softened slightly since she had quit
running on a regular basis.

   After the birthday party at Trevor's house, Dana, Phil, and Jennifer had
planned to attend another party.  They invited Jamie who agreed instantly
so that he could spend more time with Jennifer, who had seemed to be
equally attracted to Jamie.  Diana stayed at Trevor's house for a little
while to help clean up, and then went home.  After watching some TV, Diana
decided to turn in.  Jamie had a key so wouldn't have any problem getting
in once he got home from the other party, so Diana didn't need to wait up
for him.  After a quick shower, Diana pulled on a pair of panties and a
loose t-shirt and fell asleep quickly.

   Diana wasn't sure exactly what time it was when she heard Jamie come
into his room, and she was about to fall back asleep when she heard a
little giggle that definitely wasn't Jamie.  Diana strained to hear more,
but couldn't.  She was about ready to think she'd imagined the giggle and
fall back asleep when she heard a whisper in the bathroom that she
recognized as Jennifer's.  Diana then heard the bathroom door to Jamie's
room close and the light came on.  After a few minutes, the light went out
and she heard the door open again.  Then she heard the door close again and
the light came on a second time.  This time she recognized the noises that
Jamie made as he got ready for bed.  The light went out and...nothing.  He
had not closed the door to his room.

   Diana waited a few minutes, and then curiosity got the better of her and
she quietly went to her door and listened.  She couldn't hear anything, and
quietly opened her door and stepped into the bathroom.  Jamie's connecting
door was almost all the way closed, but had not latched, leaving a gap that
was about one inch wide.  Looking through the opening, she could see that
Jamie's bed-side light was on and she saw Jamie and Jennifer lying on the
bed facing each other, kissing.  From her position, Diana was able to see
most of the bed and the lamp shining down on Jamie and Jennifer's heads. 
This would keep their eyes adjusted to the bright light, so they wouldn't
be able to see her standing in the dark bathroom watching them.

   As Diana watched, Diana saw Jennifer stand up and start to remove her
clothes.  Like Jamie on the bed, she was captivated by Jennifer's perfect
body as it became more exposed.  Jennifer lifted her t-shirt over her head,
showing a pink see-through bra.  Her areola were larger than Diana's, about
the size of quarters.  Her nipples were very erect, pushing the thin fabric
out to form two little bumps.  As Jamie watched, Jennifer ran her fingers
along the top portion of each cup, pulling the fabric down.  When she
finished, it looked as though each of her breasts would fall out of her bra
if given just a little more encouragement.  Jennifer reached behind her and
unzipped her skirt and let it fall to her ankles.  Her legs were still
quite fit from her days of running and were just a little tan, giving her
muscles some definition.  As Jennifer stepped out of her skirt, she turned
around so that her back was to Jamie and the bed.  She reached behind her
and opened the back of her bra, sliding it down her arms and off, catching
it in one hand.  She then held out her hand and let her bra drop on top of
her skirt.  Next, Jennifer placed her thumbs in the waist band of her
panties, pushing it down slightly to show the crack of her butt.  Then,
teasing Jamie (and Diana), Jennifer pulled her panties up again, trying to
suppress a giggle as she looked over her shoulder at Jamie.

   With a quick glance to the open bathroom door, Jamie stood up and stood
behind Jennifer, putting his arms on her hips, pulling her into him and
kissing her neck.  She giggled again, a little louder this time, and Jamie
reached over to the radio and turned it on.  "We don't want to wake up my
sister," he said.  Glancing again at the bathroom door, Jamie turned up the
volume a little.  Diana realized that Jamie probably believed she was
already watching, or would be, so had left the door open and turned on the
light and radio so that Jennifer would not see or hear Diana in the
bathroom.  Jennifer didn't make a comment either way, and just lowered her
head to let Jamie kiss her neck some more.  As he did so, Jamie slid his
hands into her panties at each hip and pushed them straight down.  Jamie
bent his knees and kissed his way down Jennifer's back as he pushed her
panties down to the floor, leaving her naked.  He kissed the dimples just
above her butt and then worked his way up again until he was standing, and
started kissing her neck again.  After a few minutes, Jennifer turned
around, facing Jamie.  As she did, Diana got a full view of Jennifer's
completely naked body.  Jennifer's bush was thick but trimmed.  It was as
black as her hair and trimmed into a wide vertical patch that ended just
above her clit.  It was well-enclosed in a white patch of skin that was
defined by tanlines from the summer.  Diana's gaze quickly ran up
Jennifer's body over her flat stomach to her incredible breasts.

   If Diana's breasts could be compared to apples, then Jennifer's would be
grapefruits.  Her dark areola and nipples stood out in a triangle of white
skin that was formed by the tanlines of her bathing suit.  To Diana, this
contrast only enhanced the beauty of Jennifer's body.  Despite their size,
Jennifer's breasts were quite firm and well-shaped, with the nipples
pointing slightly upwards.  Jamie was also looking down at Jennifer's tits,
now pressed firmly against him.  He looked up again at her eyes and they
kissed deeply.  After a few minutes, Jennifer whispered "Your turn," and
lifted Jamie's shirt over his head.  While kissing again, Jennifer turned
the two of them so that Jamie was facing the bed and she could sit down. 
Jennifer reached out and grabbed Jamie's belt with one hand and rubbed his
dick through his jeans with the other.  Diana watched as Jamie shivered in
a wave of excitement, and Diana also felt a surge of excitement go through
her at the same time.  Jennifer pulled Jamie a little closer to the bed and
opened his belt and jeans, pulling them down.  Jamie's hard dick pressed
against the inside of his underwear, pushing the fabric tight.  Diana could
see a little drop of wetness at the highest point of the tent.  Jennifer
saw it too, touching it and giggling some more.  Jamie stepped out of his
jeans, using one leg to push them to the side.  Jennifer rubbed his dick
through his underwear some more, pushing it in and watching it push back
out again.  Jennifer then worked her fingers into Jamie's waistband,
running her fingers around waistband to pull it out while she lowered his
underwear down, leaving Jamie naked with his dick pointing at her nose.

   Jennifer reached out again, lightly rubbing his hard dick with the
outside of her fingers.  Jamie barely managed to stand still as Jennifer's
delicate fingers then wrapped around his shaft as she used her other hand
to lightly cup and then squeeze his balls.  As Jennifer stroked and
squeezed, she looked up and Jamie and smiled.  Despite his surging hormones
and swollen dick, Jamie managed to look back into Jennifer's deep eyes and
return her smile.  Jennifer moved her hand to the base of Jamie's dick and
leaned forward, taking his dick between her lips.  Jamie almost fell over
when Jennifer's lips passed over the head of his dick, but she held him in
place with a gentle yet firm grasp on his dick.  In the bathroom, Diana's
hands slid down to her crotch and up to her breasts.  Diana had not even
realized where her hands were until she felt the wetness soaking through
her underwear.  Diana brought her hand back up, then slid it down inside
her waistband, feeling the wetness and pressing in the spot just below her
clit.

   In Jamie's room, Jennifer was slowly bringing her head up and down over
Jamie's dick.  She would go down to where her hand held it, about halfway
down the shaft.  She would then slowly come back up until just the head of
his dick was between her lips.  After every few passes, she would let his
dick slip out of her mouth and use her hand to stroke his shaft while still
massaging his balls with the other hand.  After a few strokes up and down
with her hand, Jennifer moved her hand back to the base of Jamie's dick and
bent down again, taking him into her mouth and moving up and down his
shaft. Diana was leaning back against the counter in the bathroom for
support as she felt her knees weaken, her first orgasm approaching.  She
wondered how Jamie was able to continue standing as Jennifer alternated
using her hand and mouth on his dick.  He had his hands lightly on the
sides of her head, gently combing his hands through her hair, keeping it
back from her face.  Diana realized that Jamie was concentrating mainly on
Jennifer's hair only on the side facing the bathroom door, giving her the
best view of Jennifer's mouth slowly moving up and down his shaft.  As
Diana felt her orgasm approaching, she moved her left hand down to join her
right.  Her left middle finger slid into her vagina and her right pressed
and stroked just below her clitoris.  Diana did her best to stay quiet as
her orgasm swept over her, thankful that Jamie had turned on his radio.

   As Diana's clarity returned after her orgasm, she looked into Jamie's
room again and she could see that Jamie was starting to move his hips in
time with Jennifer's movements up and down his dick.  Jennifer had started
moving her head faster, no longer letting his dick come out of her mouth
any farther than where the shaft met the head.  Then, hearing Jamie
starting to groan, Jennifer positioned her lips so that just the head of
Jamie's dick was in her mouth, pumping her closed fingers up and down his
shaft and lightly pulling his balls down away from his body with her left
hand.  Diana had watched Jamie come enough times in the treehouse to
recognize when he was ready to shoot, and this was it.

   As Diana watched, she had expected Jennifer to rise back up and finish
Jamie off with a handjob.  Diana was could almost visualize the come
shooting out of Jamie's dick and launching through the air to land on
Jennifer's lips and face.  Diana was surprised when Jennifer stayed
attached to his dick, obviously wanting him to come in her mouth.  Jamie
appeared more than willing to oblige her, as Diana saw him shooting his
initial load down Jennifer's throat.  Diana watched as Jennifer swallowed
rapidly, trying to keep up with Jamie's explosion in her mouth.  After the
first moments, she pulled Jamie's dick out of her mouth and pumped the
shaft with her hand while pulling it down.  Jamie still had enough come in
him to shoot several spurts on her chin and breasts before he was empty.

   As Jamie's orgasm subsided, Jennifer returned his dick to her mouth but
now worked her hand more slowly on his shaft.  She wasn't finished with him
just yet it appeared.  Using her left hand, Jennifer started massaging
Jamie's balls again and squeezed the last of his come up into his dick. 
With her right, she massaged his dick and worked the come out and into her
mouth, literally sucking him dry.  Finally, she pulled her mouth off of his
dick.  A final small string of come stayed between them, connecting his
dick to her lips, that finally fell away as she pulled back and stood up.

   "Did you enjoy that?" Jennifer asked?  Diana almost answered for Jamie,
her lips mouthing "yes" as he said it.  Jennifer sat on the bed, this time
more on the edge.  She grabbed Jamie's pillow and placed it against the
wall behind her and leaned back.  "Your turn," she said, opening her legs
to him.  Jamie picked up a towel and rubbed his dick (all those sessions in
the treehouse had taught him to be prepared, Diana thought).  He put the
towel aside and then got down on his knees.  From her position, Diana could
see Jennifer's profile; Jamie was mostly hidden behind her leg.  Once
again, Diana marveled at Jennifer's tits.  Even while lying back, they
barely shifted to the side but jiggled gently whenever Jennifer shifted her
position a little.  Her nipples were still erect and clearly visible
against the back-lighting of Jamie's lamp, shiny with Jamie's come on them.

   As Diana watched Jamie lick Jennifer's pussy, she could occasionally see
his head as he bobbed up and down.  When Jamie started between her legs,
Jennifer had rubbed the come off her chin and then moved her hands down to
her breasts, massaging his come into her skin and rubbing her nipples. 
Now, as Jamie gained confidence and was moving faster, Diana saw that she
put her hands down on the bed beside her for support, but would
occasionally reach down and position Jamie to a spot that felt good for
more attention.  Diana mostly watched Jennifer's face as she received
Jamie's attentions.  She had never watched a woman since she had only the
boys to watch in the treehouse.  While the facial expressions were the
same, Diana almost felt that she was sharing Jennifer's pleasure as she
watched the two of them.  Diana moved her hand back inside her panties and
started fingering herself again.  She thought back to when Jamie and Trevor
had fingered her, and thought how she had also been able to rub Jamie's
come across her tits as she'd just seen Jennifer do.

   Diana's thoughts, and finger, were interrupted when she saw Jennifer sit
up.  After several minutes of Jamie's efforts, and obviously no orgasm,
Jennifer pushed Jamie's head away from her crotch and stood up.  She moved
the pillow back to the head of the bed and had Jamie lie down on his back.
As Diana watched, Jennifer climbed over Jamie and straddled his body on her
knees.  From her position, Diana could see Jennifer's beautiful ass and
then her pussy as she leaned forward and reached underneath her to position
Jamie's dick at the wet entrance.  Jennifer rubbed Jamie's dick up and down
her slit several times and then positioned it at her vagina.  As Diana
watched, Jennifer lowered her butt, slowly impaling herself on his dick as
it disappeared into her cunt.  Once Jamie's dick was all the way inside of
her, Jennifer worked her hips back and forth and up and down in a tight
oval pattern, working Jamie's dick in and out of her pussy.  As Jennifer's
hips moved forward, Diana could see Jamie's dick come almost all the way
out of Jennifer's pussy, slick and wet.  On the downward strokes, Jennifer
took all of Jamie's dick into her again, stopping only when her ass met his
balls.  When Jennifer had first started fucking Jamie, he had reached up to
squeeze and rub her breasts.  Now, she leaned forward over his body and
Jamie moved his hands down to grab each of Jennifer's ass cheeks, helping
her ride his dick, spreading her ass on every downward stroke.

   As she watched, Diana mind wandered.  She could see herself walking,
almost floating, into Jamie's room, to join Jennifer and Jamie.  Diana
watched herself put her hand on Jennifer's head, feeling her luxurious
hair. After running her fingers through Jennifer's hair a few times, Diana
moved her hand down Jennifer's back, feeling her muscles stretch and relax
under her smooth skin.  Diana's hand continued downward to Jennifer's butt,
cupping one cheek, and then the other, feeling her hand be pressed into
Jamie's thigh on each of Jennifer's downward plunges.  Diana watch her
other self's finger slide into the crevice formed by Jennifer's two perfect
ass-cheeks, stopping when she reached the indentation of Jennifer's butt
hole.

   Ghost-Diana moved her hand with Jennifer's hips, keeping her finger
against the beautiful round ring.  As Jennifer's hips settled down on each
stroke, Jamie's hands pulled her butt cheeks apart, Diana's finger would
settle into the small opening, then be gently pinched as Jennifer's hips
came up again and Jamie released his grip on her cheeks.  One on of
Jennifer's downward strokes, Diana freed her finger and moved it on down,
until she could feel Jamie's slick dick, moving in and out of Jennifer's
pussy.  Diana could feel the pressure on her middle finger as the
ghost-Diana pulled her hand back a little and pressed the spot between
Jennifer's butt-hole and dick-filled pussy.

   As if on cue, Diana heard a gasp from the bedroom.  Ghost-Diana
disappeared as Diana watched Jennifer leaned forward and put her head into
Jamie's shoulder, letting out something between a moan and gasp.  Still
leaning forward, Jennifer started pressing her hips firmly down against
Jamie, no longer cycling her hips up and down.  Diana could still hear
moans coming from Jennifer, even as she had her face buried into Jamie's
shoulder and neck.  Jamie still held Jennifer's hips, but was now pressing
her body down into him, and pressing his dick as deeply into Jennifer as he
could.  After a while, Jennifer sat up again, and then leaned over again
and kissed Jamie.  She rolled off of Jamie, whose dick was still hard and
pointing up towards his head.  Diana knew that Jamie wouldn't have gotten
hard again so quickly if he had come inside of Jennifer.  As if to confirm
Diana's thoughts, and before Jamie could complain, Jennifer climbed back on
top of Jamie, but this time sitting so that she was facing towards his feet
(and towards Diana in the bathroom).  Diana moved back slightly away from
the door and into the darkness, but Jennifer was too focused on other
things to look up past Jamie's feet.

   As Diana watched, Jennifer lifted Jamie's dick and slid down to position
herself correctly on top of him.  Diana watched Jennifer use one hand to
hold Jamie's dick against her mound and rub it against her skin as her
other hand went down to cup and gently squeeze his balls.  Diana couldn't
see Jamie's face, but she could imagine he was enjoying Jennifer's actions.
After a few moments, Jennifer raised herself up again and moved her hips
forward just enough to position Jamie's dick to the right spot beneath her
pussy.  Jennifer lowered her hips, and Diana watched as Jamie's dick slid
into Jennifer's wet pussy.  Jamie reached out to hold Jennifer's hips, and
Jennifer started rocking her hips as she had done when facing Jamie.  Diana
watched as Jamie's dick disappeared inside of Jennifer and then reappeared,
each time with a fresh coating of her juices.  After a few moments, Jamie
said something that Diana couldn't hear, but Jennifer smiled and reached
down to hold his balls again.  When she did, Diana saw Jamie start to
thrust his hips upward while pulling Jennifer's hips down into him; he was
obviously coming inside of her pussy.  After a few seconds, Jamie relaxed
and Jennifer lay down backwards to lie to top of him.  As Jennifer leaned
back, Diana saw Jamie's dick pull out of Jennifer as it started going soft.
Diana looked at Jennifer's pussy and saw that her pussy lips stayed open
slightly after Jamie's dick pulled out.  Then, while she was still staring
at Jennifer's pussy, Diana saw some of Jamie's come leak down back on to
his dick.

   Jennifer must have felt Jamie's come too, because she lifted her legs so
that she could straighten them, and then she closed her legs.  She rolled
off of Jamie and reached down for his towel.  Facing Jamie and talking to
him, she placed the towel at her crotch and then opened her legs to place
it underneath her pussy.  She turned towards the bathroom and Jamie said, a
little loudly, "Remember, be quiet so you don't wake up Diana." Diana had
been so mesmerized by all that she had just been watching, that it took her
a moment to realize that Jennifer was heading towards the bathroom and
Jamie had just shouted a warning to her to get back into her room.  Diana
stood up and turned to her room.  She pulled her door closed just as
Jamie's door started to open.  If Jennifer had turned the light on before
stepping into the bathroom, she would have seen Diana's door close all the
way.  Just as Diana eased the door knob down so that it latched, she saw
the light come on under the door and heard Jennifer moving around.  Diana
stood still for a moment, not wanting Jennifer to hear that she was awake.
After a minute, Diana heard the toilet flush and the light went out.  She
heard Jennifer close Jamie's door all the way and then heard some more
giggling as Jennifer joined Jamie back on the bed.

   Diana walked over to her dresser to get a new pair of panties and went
back to bed.  Diana crawled under the covers and lay on her stomach.  Her
hand went down inside the waist-band of her panties.  It was still plenty
wet from what she had just watched.  Diana slipped her middle finger into
her pussy and the other hand went down to her clitoris, and touch it
lightly.  Lying on her stomach, Diana moved her finger in and out of her
wet pussy and closed her eyes.  She imagined herself lying on top of a boy,
but couldn't tell who it was--Trevor most likely.  But, instead of Diana's
finger inside of her, it was his dick.  Diana began to work her hips
against her finger (Trevor's dick) as she had watched Jennifer do with
Jamie.  Her other hand was no longer rubbing her clitoris--it was Trevor's
skin.  In her dream/fantasy, she could feel the heat from his skin as she
rubbed against him.  She could feel her pussy stretch and relax as his dick
went in and came out.  Before she knew it, Diana was coming, pushing her
face into her pillow so that her moans wouldn't be heard by Jennifer in the
other room.  After a few minutes, Diana pulled her fingers away from her
wet cunt, feeling her pussy close slowly around the space that had once
been (and soon would be, she was sure), Trevor's dick.

   Diana got out of bed and went to her bathroom door.  Not hearing
anything, she went into the bathroom and cleaned up a little.  Jamie's
connecting door was closed and his light and radio were off.  Returning to
her room, Diana retrieved yet another pair of clean underwear and put them
on, and crawled back into bed.  In her very relaxed state, it did not take
Diana long to feel sleepy.  Just before Diana fell asleep, she realized
that Jamie had just taken himself out of the treehouse club, leaving only
Trevor and herself.  Thinking about that, Diana wondered philosophically
whether fucking Trevor would also take the two of them out of the club, or
would it reset everyone to the same level.  Would that then mean Phil could
come back also?  Would they then invite Dana and Jennifer to join them, and
have fuck sessions instead of masturbation sessions?  Would they have
orgies or would each couple keep to itself, just watching the other
couples? Would the other two girls want something like that, either way? 
Diana wasn't sure what the future held, but was sure that she'd eventually
be fucking Trevor one way or the other, but not sure when.  Trying the
other things that Jamie and Jennifer had done looked interesting, too.  How
would Trevor's dick taste?  What would he think of tasting her pussy?  All
of these thoughts swirled inside of Diana's head, blending into a cloud of
excitement and anticipation.  Diana fell into a deep dreamless sleep.

   When Diana woke up the next morning, she heard voices coming from
downstairs.  Walking into the kitchen, she saw Jamie at the table talking
to Mom and Dad.  Their suitcases were by the door, so apparently they had
just come home.  Diana hadn't heard Jennifer leave, but she must have left
sometime last night after Diana was asleep.  If their parents had seen
Jennifer here this morning, they would have figured out that she spent the
night and Jamie would not be sitting at the table having a normal
conversation with them.  She watched Jamie as he spoke to their parents,
trying to see if he was any different after his night with Jennifer.  Jamie
glanced her way a couple of times, and smiled knowing that Diana shared his
secret, but made no indication that anything was different than before
their parents left for their conference.  Throughout the day, Diana wanted
to ask Jamie about Jennifer, but never got the chance while their parents
were there.

   The next day, Diana saw Jamie and Trevor only on the bus ride to and
from school.  Once they got home, they went to the kitchen and sat down at
the table.  Before Diana could say anything, Jamie started, looking at
Trevor.  "I don't know that you had a chance to talk to Diana yet, but
Jennifer came over after my party Saturday night, and you can probably
guess that I'm out of the treehouse club now." As Jamie said it, the fact
that he was out finally sank in.  He wasn't sad, but he knew that he'd miss
it.  Before anyone could bring it up, he continued.  "I know it's just the
three of us now, but I think it's important for all of us to follow the
rules as we first agreed to them.  That leaves you and Diana."

   Diana and Trevor looked back and forth at each other and at Jamie.  No
one wanted to be the next to speak again, not knowing what to say.  After a
few moments, they heard a car horn outside and Jamie spoke again while
standing up.  "That's Jennifer; we're going out for a while.  You two can
decide for yourselves what you want to do.  I'll be back for supper
tonight," he added to Diana.  "Have fun," he called back as he headed for
the door.  Diana and Trevor both said "Bye" but probably not loud enough
for Jamie to hear either of them.  They sat for a few more minutes at the
table, occasionally glancing at each other a little nervously.  Finally,
Trevor said "Well, it's not like anything has changed, we can still go to
the treehouse." He stood up and Diana stood as well.  She wasn't quite
convinced that nothing had changed with Jamie's leaving; in fact, she knew
that things had changed because she already had something running in her
head that she wouldn't have thought about if Jamie were still with them.

   They walked out to the treehouse silently and went up the ladder and
closed the trap door.  Once inside, they proceeded normally, although
quietly.  Trevor took off his clothes while Diana brought out the paper
towels.  She hadn't changed out of her school clothes, and could feel
herself getting wet as her tight jeans rubbed against her body, being up
here alone with Trevor.  Once Trevor was naked, Diana noticed that he
wasn't erect yet, but she could see that the shine on the end of his dick
announcing he was wet also.  As Diana undressed, she felt Trevor's gaze on
her body.  She glanced up, and he glanced away and smiled nervously.  Once
Diana was fully undressed, she stood in front of Trevor.  She reached out
and held both his hands in hers, and pulled him standing.  Diana let go of
his hands and reached up an put a hand on each of his shoulders.  She
pulled him into her and gave him a long kiss on his mouth.  As Diana's lips
touched his, Trevor's body stiffened but then relaxed, and he reached
around her and pulled her back into him.  Both of them could feel his dick
harden and start to rise between them.  Diana continued kissing Trevor but
stepped slightly away so that his dick could continue upwards, and then
stepped forward again so that his dick was pressing into her stomach.

   After a few minutes, Diana brought her hands down and stepped away from
Trevor.  As she did, the both glanced down and saw a string of clear fluid
connect his dick to her stomach.  As they parted, it thinned and broke,
leaving a thin line running down Diana's stomach to her crotch.  "Jamie was
right, in a way," Diana said as she sat down.  Trevor sat down on the
opposite box facing her.  "We can continue up here as we have been, but
maybe we can be more to each other outside of the treehouse as well."

   Trevor looked at Diana for a moment and smiled.  "I'd like that, too,"
he said.

   "Good," Diana replied, smiling, "but right now, I really need to release
a little tension." Diana scooted forward to the edge of the toychest and
spread her legs.  She hadn't shaved recently, and the hair around her pussy
was wet.  As her finger went down to her vagina, it slipped right in. 
Diana didn't bother rubbing her breast, she moved her other hand down and
started working the spot under her clitoris.  Trevor watched her for a
moment, then tore off a paper towel sheet and started rubbing his dick up
and down.  He was also dripping wet at this point, and it didn't take
either of them long to climax.  As Diana started her orgasm, she closed her
eyes and relived their kiss.  She felt a warm liquid splash on her arm. 
Diana opened her eyes and watched as the next spurt from Trevor's dick
landed on her leg.  Trevor's hand slowed down as he brought the paper towel
over the end of his dick to capture the rest of his come.  Diana watched as
he squeezed the last of his come out of his dick.  She wiped her hands and
the two puddles of Trevor's come off her, and both of them sat still for
minute, looking at each other.

   Diana stood up and stepped over to Trevor.  He stood up again and they
started kissing.  As he started getting hard again, Diana reached down and,
starting at his thigh, lightly ran her hand up his leg, over his balls, and
then held his dick.  She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and started
stroking it up and down.  Diana forced her tongue into Trevor's mouth and
found his, all the while moving her hand up and down over Trevor's dick
between them.  As she continued their kiss, she rubbed the head of his dick
against her stomach every time her hand reached its base.  It didn't take
long before she felt Trevor was about to launch another load of come. 
Diana brought her hand up and used it to press the end of his dick into her
belly, rubbing it side to side over her skin.  As Diana felt Trevor's dick
start to erupt, she grabbed it again and pumped up and down quickly while
squeezing the slick shaft.  Spurt after spurt shot up Diana's stomach and
slid back down, coating his dick and her hand.  When Diana couldn't feel
any more spurts, she slowly broke their kiss.

   "Wow" Trevor was able to say softly, while leaning against Diana for
balance.  She stepped away, still holding his dick, smiling at him. 
Looking down, she watched as his come stuck to her fingers as she let go of
the slick shaft.  He picked up a paper towel and handed to her and grabbed
one for himself.  As Trevor started cleaning his dick, Diana opened closed
her fingers several times and rotated her hand, watching as the come slid
over her hand and between her fingers.  Finally, Diana wiped her hand clean
as well and they both got dressed.  After putting away all of the supplies
and bagging their trash, they headed back into the house.

   Instead of leaving, Trevor stayed for a little while and watched TV with
Diana.  While they were on the couch, they held hands.  When the front door
opened, they both started a little and let go of each other.  Jamie came
in, trailed by Jennifer.  After Jamie poured a bag of chips into a bowl,
they joined Trevor and Diana on the couch and snacked.  Unconsciously,
Trevor and Diana reached out and held hands again.  Jamie noticed but
didn't say anything, and just smiled inwardly.  They did make a good
couple, he thought.  When their parents came home, Jamie introduced
Jennifer to them and asked if she could stay for supper.  By extension,
Trevor was also invited and they all enjoyed supper together before
Jennifer offered Trevor a ride home.

   The next day after school, Jamie again went off with Jennifer, leaving
Trevor and Diana alone again.  Before going out to the treehouse, they
stood in the kitchen for a while and kissed.  Diana could taste the
remnants of spearmint in Trevor's mouth from the gun he'd been chewing on
the bus.  After a few minutes, Diana's neck started getting sore, and she
sensed that Trevor was also standing in an awkward position to kiss her. 
Breaking their kiss, Diana looked around and saw the two phonebooks on the
counter.  She placed them on the floor and stood on them in front of
Trevor.

   "I don't have any high heels, so this will have to do for now." She
still wasn't as tall as Trevor, but kissing him was easier.  As they
kissed, Trevor ran his hands down Diana's back.  When he reached her belt,
he ran his hands down to her butt and cupped each cheek, pulling up softly.
Diana allowed herself to be pulled into his body, feeling his hard dick
through their pants.  Trevor released Diana's ass and ran his hands back up
her body.  When he reach her chest, he did not try to put his hands between
them, but used the outside of each hand to rub the side of each of her
breasts.  This brought out a soft moan from Diana.  She had touched her own
breasts plenty of times, and Trevor and Jamie had both touched them in the
treehouse while she was naked, but the feeling of Trevor's hands through
her clothes as they kissed seemed very erotic.  After a few minutes, Diana
broke off Trevor and headed to the door.  Jamie followed and they headed up
to the tree house.

   Once inside with the door closed, they started kissing again.  This
time, they left a little space between their bodies and Diana reached down
and felt Trevor's hard dick in his pants.  Trevor placed his hands flat
between them, with his palms facing him.  He placed the back of each hand
against each of Diana's breasts and softly pinched her nipples through
their clothes.  Diana moaned again into Trevor's mouth and tried to squeeze
his dick through his pants without much success.  Trevor ran his hands down
Diana's body, and pulled her shirt out of her pants.  They parted enough
for him to pull it over her head and off.  Stepping back together, he
reached around behind her and tried to unhook her bra.  After several
jerks, she stepped back and did it for him.

   "It's not that hard, it just takes practice," she said, taking it off
and dropping it between them.  As they stepped back together, Trevor again
put his hands between them and lightly pinched her nipples with the back of
each hand against her.  Normally Diana's nipples would become too sensitive
after direct touch, but now she found that she didn't want Trevor to stop
touching them.  However, after a few more minutes, they separated again and
each removed their own clothes until they were both naked.  As they started
kissing again, Trevor eased Diana back against the toychest and she sat
down on it.  Following Trevor's lead, she lay down on the toychest on her
back as they continued to kiss.

   Trevor cupped Diana's left breast with his right hand, softly rubbing
the nipple with his thumb.  Then, Trevor eased his hand down Diana's body,
over her stomach and to her mound.  As his hand eased over the smooth
mound, he smiled inwardly, knowing that she'd shaved for him last night. 
Diana had spread her legs as Trevor's hand moved lower, and he moved his
hand down to her slit.  He rubbed the outside of her slit softly up and
down with his middle finger.  Her wetness had already started coming out of
her pussy, and Trevor used his finger to move it up and down.  Rather than
dipping his finger into her pussy lips, Trevor used his index finger and
ring finger to spread Diana's pussy open.  He lightly touched around the
entrance to her cunt, feeling her wetness grow.  Trevor then relaxed his
fingers, letting her pussy close.  He then opened his fingers again,
spreading her lips and touching lightly again.  Trevor repeated opening and
closing Diana's labia, enjoying the effect he could tell it had on her. 
She was becoming more wet each time he touched his middle finger to the
opening of her pussy.  He'd occasionally run his finger around the outside
of her hole while holding her open, feeing her groan in his mouth.

   As Trevor's confidence grew, he rubbed his middle finger up and down her
slit, coating it with wetness.  Then, as he ran is finger down over her
pussy again, he let it keep going to the space between her pussy and her
butt hole.  Trevor gently rubbed this space, bringing his finger back up to
her pussy when it dried out.  She seemed to have an endless source of lube
for his finger so he made the best of the supply.  Gradually, Trevor worked
his finger down even lower, lightly rubbing Diana's asshole on each
downward stroke.  This surprised Diana at first, but she opened her legs to
let him continue.  Diana could tell that Trevor wasn't trying to put his
finger into her butt hole, but was tickling the outside of it.  This made
her pussy even wetter.

   Breaking of their kissing, Trevor looked down at his hand in Diana's
crotch.  Then, looking back at her, he slipped his finger into her cunt
hole.  Finally!  was all Diana could think.  She was becoming so desperate
for his finger that she had been about to push it in herself.  Trevor moved
his finger in and out of Diana's cunt several times, watching the pleasure
on her face as she looked back up at him.  Leaning back down, Trevor kissed
her once more and then moved his head down to her breasts.  Trevor took
Diana's nipple into his mouth as he finger-fucked her.  He alternately
sucked on her nipple and lightly pinched it between his lips while flicking
it with his tongue.  After just a minute of this double-attack, Diana felt
she was about to explode.  She reached her left hand down and grabbed
Trevor's right hand, pushing it deeper into her vagina.  With her right
hand, she grabbed Trevor's dick, now very slick with his own juices, and
worked it back and forth.  As waves of orgasms broke over her, Diana arched
her back, trying to drive Trevor's finger in deeper to her and rub her clit
at the same time.

   When she was finished coming, Diana continued to work on Trevor's dick
as he stood up straight.  He kept his finger in her pussy, slowly pumping
the wet juices.  Diana continued working his dick up and down with her
hand, slowly rotating it as she moved along the shaft.  In just a few
minutes, she could feel Trevor's knees start to buckle, letting her know he
was about to come.  He leaned towards her slightly, balancing against her.
The first shot of come arced over Diana and struck the wall by the
toychest. Diana continued pumping his dick, but pulled the end down lower,
and was rewarded with several spurts of warm come against her tits and
neck. As the come stopped shooting out of Trevor's dick, Diana moved her
hand up and down more slowly, but squeezing his dick tighter with each
upward stroke, pulling the last of his come out as his dick softened.

   After a few moments, they just stood quietly, Trevor's finger in Diana's
pussy and Diana's holding Trevor's dick.  Trevor opened his eyes and saw
the puddles of come on Diana.  He pulled his finger out of her cunt and
moved his hand up to her tits.  Diana's pussy felt suddenly lonely, but it
also felt blissfully content.  As Trevor placed his hand on her tit again,
this time on a puddle of his come, Diana brought her left hand up and
placed it on top of his, guiding Trevor's hand as he rubbed the come into
her skin.  As the come dried and became sticky, Trevor stopped and Diana
sat up.  She stood up and they hugged for several minutes, both content. 
Diana could feel Trevor's heart beat slow down as he became more relaxed.
When they separated, they both shivered, realizing that closing day was
approaching soon.  Neither wanted to think about it at the moment, so they
cleaned up silently, dressed, and headed back to the house.  Trevor kissed
Diana good bye and she headed upstairs to take a shower before her parents
came home for the evening.

   As Diana lay in bed that night, she started feeling a little sick to her
stomach, and recognized immediately what it was.  "Damn," she thought to
herself, I was hoping to get a little more time with Trevor before this
started again.  The next day after school, Trevor came home with Jamie and
Diana.  Although they had seen each other briefly several times that day,
Diana hadn't had a chance to be alone with Trevor.  As the three of them
sat at the table, they heard Jennifer's car horn and Jamie left.  Once the
door closed, Diana said "I know you were looking forward to going to the
treehouse again, but Mother Nature is taking its course, and I'll have to
miss the next few days.  Diana felt bad that she had to wait this long to
tell Trevor, and he appeared visibly disappointed.

   "It's okay," he sighed, "I understand.  But, I have to work on my class
project starting next week after school, and I'm not sure how long that
will run.  We'll be working on it all next week and then on and off until
Christmas.  That means it will be at least two weeks, if not longer, before
we'll have the chance again."

   This time it was Diana's face that showed the disappointment.  At most,
they had six weeks until Closing Day, and they were already losing two (or
more) of them.  But, there was nothing that either of them could do about
it.  Trevor stayed with Diana and they watched TV for a little while. 
Diana would let her hand venture to Trevor's crotch every now and then and
give his dick a quick, teasing rub through his jeans.  She thought about
doing more, but they had agreed that the treehouse was the place for things
to happen to minimize the risk of getting caught.  And, as if the universe
was trying to give her a sign, Diana heard the door open and her mother
announced she was home.  She came into the TV room and saw Diana and Trevor
sitting on the couch watching TV and said hello to Trevor.  She knew that
they were probably dating each other by now and hoped nothing more was
happening.  Trevor was a nice boy and she liked him, but she didn't want to
think about Diana being old enough to think about sex.  Watching TV and
holding hands was fine, though.

   "Staying for dinner?" she asked.

   "No ma'am," Trevor replied.  "I'll need to head home shortly and start
on homework.  I was just telling Diana that I'll be starting a class
project next week and I'll have to start doing some prep work on it this
week.  My group is doing a report and presentation on using robots to help
with emergency rescue work.  We've got a working robot and we'll have to do
the programming and do some interviews with some firemen on their rescue
techniques in a burning building."

   "That sounds interesting," Diana's mother said.  "But please excuse me,
I have to get things ready for supper here.  Bye."

   Diana waited until her mother was out of ear-shot before whispering to
Trevor.  "If it's not numbers, she's not going to stick around very long,"
and then kissed his ear softly.

   Over the next two weeks, Diana saw Trevor at school through the day, and
they were able to spend some time together the first week, but once Trevor
started on his group project, he wasn't able to come over at all.  After
the first week, Diana opted for late-night sessions with her "little pink
friend" rather than go up to the treehouse by herself.  Thinking of Trevor
while she used the vibrator was nice, but hardly the same as touching him
or feeling his hands on her.  Or his come!  Diana had not realized how much
she enjoyed the warm sensation of Trevor's come on her skin.  At first it
was the sexual excitement of it, such as the realization of her first time
in the treehouse with the boys or when the twins came on her before they
left, but now it was more along the lines of taking a part of Trevor with
her, even for just a little bit.  Or maybe the idea that he was producing
it just for her.  Diana wasn't quite sure what it was, but she missed it
regardless.

   When the first two weeks were finished, it became apparent that Trevor's
project was bigger than his group had anticipated, and he'd need more time,
which meant less time until Closing Day.  Neither were happy about it, and
they did spend weekends together (some) but not in the treehouse.  After
two more weeks of a lot of extra work, Trevor and his group decided that
they could slow down a little and start meeting just a few days a week. 
When Trevor told Diana about it at school, she let out a little sad laugh.
"Now that it's been a month, we'll have to wait a week again."

   After another agonizing week of only being able to have "innocent"
contact with each other, Trevor and Diana started planning when they could
meet in the treehouse again.  The weather was colder now, and Thanksgiving
was coming soon.  Diana learned that on the Saturday before Thanksgiving,
her parents were going to attend an all-day charity event at the museum of
art.  In addition to helping with the charity events, they had both
volunteered their time as accountants to review the museum's books.  Diana
was thrilled when she heard this because she knew they'd be there all day,
and that Jamie would be gone with Jennifer that day as well.  When she told
Trevor about it, they agreed that Saturday was the best chance and that it
would also have to be closing day for the year.

   When Saturday came around, Diana woke up early from anticipation.  She
headed downstairs and saw that her parents were getting ready to go and
Jamie was at the table eating.  He had already told their parents that he
and Jennifer would be going out shopping that day.  Diana thought shopping
could be on their agenda someplace, just enough so that he wouldn't be
lying, but that they'd have other plans that were higher in their priority.

   "What are your plans for the day?" she asked Diana.

   "I'm not sure.  I may go for a run.  Trevor's going to come over later
for lunch.  Maybe we'll go to a movie or catch up with Jamie to go
shopping" she replied, looking at Jamie and smiling, knowing at least some
of his true plans for the day.

   A slight cloud crossed their mother's face, almost too quickly to
notice. She recovered quickly and smiled.  "That sounds like fun.  Your
father and I are happy you two are getting along so well, given your age
difference." Diana once again noticed the slight change of expression as
her mother spoke.  "She's got something in her head," Diana thought to
herself.  Out loud: "We're happy.  I hope Jamie doesn't feel like he's lost
a friend, more like he's gained a sister." Diana smiled again at Jamie.

   "Ha, ha.  So funny, Di.  You're just lucky I approve of your
relationship," Jamie replied.  Diana noticed a slight reaction from her
mother at this and shot Jamie a quick glance saying "Change the subject,
now!" Jamie noticed and added, "Anyway, you're welcome to come along. 
We'll come back by after lunch to see if you two want to join us." Diana
noticed their mother relax slightly at this, but not much.  Just then,
their father came in from the garage.

   "Honey, if we're going, let's go," he said, giving Diana a hug good
morning.

   "Okay, okay.  I'm ready, already.  Let's go.  Bye kids," she called
back, walking out the door to the car.

   Onced they heard the car start and the garage door close, Diana sits
down.  "That was close, but I think Mom still isn't completely satisfied,
so you had better plan on being back here after lunch like you said."

   "Yeah, we can back by.  When is Trevor coming over?"

   "In about an hour.  We wanted to give Mom and Dad time to be gone, and
you two, too, for that matter.  Now though, we might have to change our
plans.  This wasn't our first choice, but it's starting to get late in the
year for the treehouse."

   "No problem.  Jennifer will be here in a bit and we'll go.  We'll be
back about one, but you better plan on Mom being here to check on you
before that."

   "That's what I was thinking."

   As if on cue, they hear a car horn from outside.  Jamie got up.  "See ya
in a little while.  Have fun."

   Diana really had planned on going running before Trevor came over.  She
wanted to be able to wear something special for Trevor, and she also wanted
some time to think.  She wasn't quite sure how far they'd go this morning.
Diana was ready to fuck, she thought, but wasn't sure.  Now, with her
mother signaling she might come back early, Diana was even more anxious
about talking to Trevor.

   After putting on her tight running clothes and a quick drink of water,
Diana went out the front door to start her run.  Just as she got to the
sidewalk, she saw Trevor coming towards her, walking quickly.

   Trevor gave Diana a quick kiss.  "Jamie stopped by.  He said we might be
rushed so I should come over now."

   Diana didn't know whether to be happy with Jamie or upset with him for
interfering.  Too late now, either way.  As they walked back to the house,
Diana summarized what had happened earlier.  Neither of them wanted to
rush, but both of them felt anxious that time was running out.  As they
walked through the house to the backdoor, Diana stopped in the kitchen and
grabbed a small towel, water bottle, and her rolled-up yoga mat and they
went out to the treehouse.

   Once inside with the trap door closed, they both felt more relaxed. 
Trevor stepped up to Diana and pulled her in close for a kiss.  As they
kissed, his hands ran down her back to her butt cheeks, cupping them.  He
pulled her up and into him.  With her thin shorts, Diana had no problem
feeling his hard dick press against her stomach.  After a moment, he let go
of her and she stepped back.

   "I really do want to fuck you, Diana, but I don't want to rush it
either. Let's just see what happens.  This is our place and we don't have
to set goals or obstacles for ourselves."

   "Okay," Diana replied softly, smiling.  She stepped into Trevor and they
kissed some more, their hands pulling each other closer.

   As they kissed, Trevor continued to hold Diana against him with one
hand, but placed his right hand between them to Diana's breast.  A surge of
excitement went through Diana as the back of Trevor's hand rubbed against
her tit, her nipple became instantly erect.  Trevor felt Diana's nipple
harden through her shirt and lightly pinched it with the back of his index
finger and middle finger.  Diana moved both of her hands to the front of
Trevor and started rubbing his dick through his pants.  After she felt it
grow harder, she stepped back slightly to try to run one hand down into his
jeans, but they were too tight.  With the space between them now, Trevor
moved his hand down from Diana's tit and pulled the waist band of her
spandex shorts back, easily sliding his hand further down.  His hand moved
down over her freshly-shaved mound to her pussy.  Using the back of his
middle finger, Trevor rubbed Diana's clit lightly, sending another wave of
electric excitement through her and causing her skin to tingle.  Trevor
turned his hand around inside of her shorts and slid his finger down into
her slit slightly, feeling how wet she was.

   Diana stepped away from Trevor and pulled his hand out of her shorts. 
Without saying anything, she pulled off her shirt and placed it on a toy
chest beside her.  Trevor moved to cup her tits with his hands and kiss her
again, but she held her hand up against his chest.

   "Just take off your clothes," she said, as she kicked off her shoes and
pulled her shorts down, showing Trevor the bald mound he had just felt.  As
Diana placed her shoes and shorts beside her shirt, Trevor wasted no time
in complying with her demand.  His clothes were quickly in a rough pile by
his feet.  They stepped towards each other again.  In the few minutes that
they hadn't been touching each other, Trevor's dick had started to go down
and now was pointing straight at Diana, its tip glistening with fresh
moisture.  Diana lifted it from the bottom so that it pressed against her
stomach as they kissed again, feeling his dick harden again.

   Diana reached behind Trevor and unrolled the yoga mat, placing it on the
other toychest behind Trevor.  She gently pushed him back against the
toychest and sat him down on the mat and kissed him again.  Looking up to
Trevor to kiss him was really making her neck hurt, and this was much
better.  As Diana kissed Trevor, she reached down and squeezed his dick,
feeling the wetness come out again.  Rubbing his dick up and down with one
hand, she reached down and cupped his balls with the other, gently lifting
and squeezing them.  Diana felt Trevor shiver slightly at her touch.

   Trevor's reaction inspired Diana.  She hadn't been sure what she had
planned, but now she wanted to continue to please Trevor.  She broke their
kiss and moved down to her knees between his legs, still holding his dick
with both hands.  Although she had held Trevor's (and Jamie's) dick in her
hand before, this seemed different to Diana.  It was more intimate since it
was just the two of them and she could look at his dick in detail close up.
She squeezed the shaft again and watched another drop of clear fluid come
out.  She pulled his skin up a little, watching the head disappear and
reappear, with more fluid, when she pulled it back down.  She moved her
hand up to the tip and spread apart the two little lips, thinking that they
were similar to hers.  His balls felt heavy in her hand and she gave them
another gentle squeeze, and used her finger to feel the skin underneath
them.  The head of his dick felt smooth, almost velvety, but his balls were
a rougher skin and courser hair on them.  But, once she went down farther,
the skin smoothed out again.

   Moving her hands back to the base of his shaft and under his balls,
Diana put out her tongue and lightly touched the tip of Trevor's dick and
felt him tremble again.  She looked up at him with just her eyes, and saw
that he was breathing heavily, looking back at her with an intensity she
had not seen before.  Or was it more of a desperation, or a pleading? 
Diana looked down again, and slid her tongue down to the front of his dick
where the two halves merged.  The fluid that was coming out tasted mostly
neutral, maybe a little salty; combined with the scent of his manhood, it
was really turning Diana on, but she forced herself to go slow, savoring
the moment.  As her tongue moved down the front of his dick to the top of
his skin, Diana felt Trevor touch her hair, running his fingers through it.
She leaned slightly into his hand, letting him support her for a moment,
then pulled her tongue back up the front of his dick.  Looking back up into
Trevor's eyes, Diana opened her mouth slightly and went down over Trevor's
dick, taking it into her as she slid her tongue down the front of it. 
Diana stopped as her lips passed over the little rim on the top.  Trevor
tried softly to pull her head farther down over his shaft, but Diana
countered by moving the hand on his shaft up towards her, until it touched
her lips.  She felt a few more drops come into her mouth.  She had heard
one of the boys call it pre-come, and that was probably as good a term as
any.  Diana moved her hand back down his shaft, following it with her
mouth, keeping contact on the bottom side of his dick with her tongue. 
When her hand reached the base of his dick, she slid it back up again,
moving her hand and head in motion with each other, giving him a
combination handjob and blowjob at the same time.

   Trevor kept his hand on Diana's head, and also started moving his hips
slightly in time with her movement.  She was sure that Trevor wouldn't hurt
her on purpose, but it would be easy for him to become carried away and
pull her too far down his dick.  Diana's combination of hand and mouth kept
her from going down too far, so she was always able to keep her tongue on
his dick without gagging.  Diana started getting into a rhythm, but
alternated it every now and then by keeping her head back so that she had
just his head in her mouth, and pulling up farther on his skin, or turning
her head from side to side as she moved it up or down.  Trevor seemed to
enjoy anything she did, so Diana felt free to improvise.  After a few
minutes, the pre-come fluid was coming out of his dick on almost everything
upstroke, or maybe it had just mixed so much with her saliva that Diana
couldn't tell the difference anymore.

   As she fucked Trevor's dick with her mouth, Diana released his balls for
second and put her hand down to her pussy.  Her finger slid right in, which
wasn't surprising given how excited all of this was making her.  Diana ran
her finger up and down in her slit for a few minutes, enjoying her wetness
at the same time she was pleasing Trevor.  Diana moved her hand back up to
Trevor.  She wanted to keep touching herself, but she also wanted to be
able to concentrate on just pleasing Trevor and reading the signs his body
gave her about what he enjoyed.

   Diana focused on different combinations of movement and then she started
to wonder what she should do when Trevor came.  She didn't really mind the
idea of his coming in her mouth, and didn't really think either way about
spitting it out or swallowing it.  From what she had read, his semen was
nothing more than water with a little sugar and protein, so what was the
big deal?  On the other hand, Diana also thought back to the first day she
climbed into the tree house and the "bird poop" she had felt on her face
that had actually been Trevor.  He (and Jamie, and the twins for that
matter) had already come on her during their regular days in the treehouse,
but Diana thought it would be more intense for her if she were "right
there" when Trevor came this time.  Diana's thoughts flashed back to
watching Jamie and Jennifer, and how she had handled things.

   At this last thought, she heard Trevor start to moan a little, maybe say
"I'm coming," but she couldn't tell.  Be she could tell that he was
starting to come by the change of taste on his dick and the stiffening of
his muscles.  The first shot of come stayed in Diana's mouth as she moved
off of Trevor's dick, stroking harder with one hand while still cupping his
balls with the other.  Diana barely had time to register it as his dick was
now inches from her face, shooting spurts out.  She saw the first one shoot
up and felt the come land on her forehead at the top of her nose and string
down the side of her nose to her cheek.  Diana pulled his dick down
slightly while still stroking it, and felt the next shot hit the side of
her mouth and fall down her chin.  A third shot of Trevor's come hit her
chin where the second one ended, and then curled down her chin towards her
neck.  As the spurts ended, Diana slowed her pistoning-hand but squeezed
more, watching the last of Trevor's come run over her fingers as she felt
the come on her face drip down the front of her onto her tits.  Diana felt
Trevor start to relax and his dick soften as the last of his come came out.
She ran her hand back down his shaft, pulling the skin back, and took his
dick into her mouth once more, but not applying any pressure with her
tongue until he was all the way in her mouth.  Diana then closed her lips
and pulled back on Trevor's dick with her tongue and lips, pulling the last
of the come out of him and into her mouth.

   "Diana, that was...." Trevor managed to get out, but not finish.  Diana
looked up and smiled.

   "Not bad for my first time, huh?" she said, standing up.  Diana picked
up the water bottle and took a drink.  She slid her hand over the spots
coated with Trevor's come, mixing it with the sweat that had developed from
her exertion.  Diana poured some water on the towel and wiped herself off.
Feeling warm, Diana reached over and opened one of the treehouse curtains
slightly.  "It's getting a little warm in here," she said as she adjusted
them.

   Trevor stepped up to her and kissed her again, pulling her slick body
into him.  As he did, he sat her down on the yoga mat.  He broke the kiss
and gently pushed down on her shoulders, indicating that she should lie
down.

   "Let's see how I do," he said, going to his knees as she slid back on
the yoga mat so that her butt was at the edge of the toychest.  Trevor was
now eye-level with her pussy, and the thought of that got her excited all
over again.  He had to be seeing how wet she was, just lying there.  Even
though she could feel her pussy lips were together, she knew they were
shining with her wetness, wanting to be spread by him.  Instead, Trevor
lightly kissed his way up one of Diana's legs.  When he reached her pussy,
he lightly touched her clit with his tongue.  That was enough to make
Diana's skin start to tingle and she let out a little moan.  Instead of
continuing there, Trevor backed up and kissed his way up the other leg,
driving Diana crazy.  Trevor then lifted each of her legs and draped them
over his back, so that he now had his mouth just inches from her cunt.  And
when she felt his tongue touch her again, Diana felt the first shiver of a
little orgasm, just enough to tease her and make her want more.

   She felt Trevor's hands on either side of her pussy, and felt his
fingers gently spread her inner lips apart.  He held them apart and moved
forward, gently licking one side of her labia, and then the other, and then
licking the slit from the bottom up to her clit.  Diana reached down and
guide Trevor's head down again, so that his tongue touched that magic spot
just below her clit.  He stayed there for a minute, then moved his tongue
back down.  Diana felt his tongue enter her pussy as his lips pressed into
her, and a second tiny orgasm tingled through her.  He moved his tongue up
again to that spot, and Diana then felt him insert a finger into her
vagina. Trevor's finger slid easily in and out of the slick channel,
driving Diana crazy, wanting something more, something bigger.  Her pussy
was ready for a dick!  She was ready to fuck!

   "Fuck me.  Get up here and fuck me, now!" she ordered Trevor.  As Trevor
stood up, she opened her legs so that they fell to either side of him, and
then wrapped her legs around Trevor's hips, pulling him towards her.  Diana
looked up and saw Trevor holding his hard dick, guiding it into her.  She
felt it separate her pussy lips and slide in.  As it went in, Diana felt a
brief soreness reminding her that Trevor was larger than her vibrator, but
that was quickly eclipsed by just the thought of having his dick inside of
her.  She held Trevor for a second with her legs, and then started to pull
him in again.  She wanted him all the way in, but slowly, and Trevor
understood.  Diana felt the pleasure of Trevor's dick working its way into
her override any more pain she felt.  He pushed forward a little more and
was all the way in her!  It felt great and the look on Trevor's face told
her he was feeling the same.

   As Trevor started to pull out, Diana heard a car door close but it
sounded so far away compared to being here, finally fucking Trevor.  As
Trevor's dick just started going back in, she heard a car horn beep several
times in rapid succession, and then heard Jamie shout.

   "Hey, Mom!  Is it okay if Jennifer stays for supper?"

   Mom?  Mom!  Mom was home!  Trevor tried to keep moving his dick into her
pussy, but Diana was scrambling to stand up.

   "My Mom's home!  Move!  Move!"

   Trevor backed up and Diana hopped up, looking around wildly for her
clothes.  Once she saw them, a wave of calmness seem to settle over Diana
and she was able to quickly pull her clothes on while Trevor stood there,
naked, his dick rapidly deflating.

   "Stay in here until I signal you it's okay to come out.  Look out the
curtain at my room window, but don't open the curtain any more than it is.
When you get dressed, go through the Decker's back yard and then come
around the block back to our house.  I told Mom you'd be coming over either
for lunch or to take me out to a movie, or something."

   As she spoke, Diana finished pulling on her clothes.  She picked up the
yoga mat and dropped it down the trapdoor to the ground.  She kissed Trevor
quickly and almost jumped out of the treehouse to the ground.  She heard
Trevor close the door behind her as her feet reached the ground.  Diana
unrolled the mat underneath the treehouse ladder, stood on it with the
ladder at her back, and then reached up to grab the ladder.  She was "just
finishing" her leg lifts on the ladder when her mother came out the back
door looking for her.  Diana's face had a sheen of sweat from the treehouse
so it looked like she was flushed from working out (which, in a sense, she
was).

   As her mother came out into the yard, Diana saw a determined look on her
face, as if she were on a mission.  Upon seeing Diana, she visibly relaxed,
and said hello as Diana wiped her face with her hand (and hoping, a little
late now, that she had gotten all of Trevor's come off her face with the
towel).  Diana rolled her mat up and started picking up her things.  Her
mother glanced up at the treehouse briefly, but seemed satisfied that
everything was okay.

   "Are you still seeing Trevor today," she asked.

   "Yes, he's still planning on coming over for lunch, or maybe we'll go
out.  I was just finishing up and was going to take a quick shower."

   The two girls walked into the house.  Diana tried to stay behind her
mother, just in case there was any scent of Trevor remaining on her.  Diana
headed upstairs while her mother stayed in the kitchen talking to Jennifer
and Jamie.  Once she was upstairs, Diana called her mother up.  Just as her
mother entered her room, Diana rolled her blinds down, making sure she
couldn't see the treehouse, and hoping Trevor had seen the signal.

   "Have you seen my black jeans?" Diana asked as her reason on getting her
mother upstairs.

   "Diana, you're old enough now to keep track of your own laundry.  But,
to answer your question, I know I washed them and brought them up here a
day or so ago, so unless you've worn them, you have them here someplace."

   "Okay, sorry Mom.  Thanks"

   Diana's mother left and Diana stripped and took a quick shower.  When
she dressed and returned downstairs, Jamie and Jennifer had left, but
Trevor was there talking to her mother.  After a little more small talk,
Diana was ready to leave.

   "Trevor, I'm hungry.  Let's go get lunch and maybe see a movie if
there's anything good.  It looks like Jamie and Jennifer bailed on us, but
it's a nice day for walk."

   "Sure, would you like to come, at least for lunch?" Trevor asked Diana's
mother.  Although that was the last thing from her mind, Diana realized it
made sense to ask rather than give her mother the impression that they were
going to sneak off somewhere.  There was no point in getting her suspicious
again.

   "No, thank you, Trevor.  I think I'll be staying home.  I was getting
tired at the museum, and we were pretty much finished anyway, with the
books at least.  Dan was going to stay the rest of the afternoon and get a
ride home.  I'll just eat here.  You two kids have fun."

   "Okay, Mom.  We'll be back for supper," Diana replied, taking Trevor's
hand and walking him out.

   Once they were outside and clear of the house, Diana asked what happened
after she left.

   "I got dressed pretty quickly and cleaned up a little so it wouldn't
look like anyone was up there recently.  Once you signaled, I opened the
curtains and got out as fast as I could.  Hopefully you mother didn't pay
any attention to the curtains, but I thought it would be better to air it
out."

   "You're probably right.  I don't think she would have noticed; she was
too focused on me when she came out."

   "Anyway, I cut through your neighbor's yard like you said, and took a
few moments to cool down and straighten out my clothes before walking
around the block back to your house.  Your mother said you were in the
shower, so we just talked.  I couldn't tell that she thought anything was
wrong."

   "It was close, but I think she may be keeping a closer eye on me for the
time being," Diana replied as they continued their walk to the mall.  "She
likes working at the museum and it's one of the few things she enjoys that
isn't accounting-related.  I hate to say this, but I think that was our
last chance until Opening Day."

   "I was thinking that, too, sadly," Trevor replied.  They both lapsed
into silence as they continued walking.

   Diana hadn't been lying; she was very hungry.  After lunch, they found a
movie that looked good, or at least not bad, and went in.  They found a
seat near the back off to the side of the aisle.  As they were sitting and
waiting for the movie to start, Diana rested her head on Trevor's shoulder;
holding his hand, she closed her eyes and relaxed.  The arm rest between
the seats were fixed in place, so she had to sit a little awkwardly not to
have it dig into her ribs.  After a few minutes, she gave up and sat up,
looking around the theater.  As the lights started to dim, she noticed the
only other people in the theater were way up front in the middle section.

   As the movie progressed, Diana let go of Trevor's hand and put her hand
on his thigh, reaching over the arm rest.  It was a little awkward, but the
idea that had come into her head could work.  Very slowly, Diana
affectionately moved hand up and down Trevor's thigh.  After a few moments,
she reached for the snap on the front of his jeans and was able to quietly
pull it apart under his belt.  She slowly worked his zipper down, and
Trevor stretched out his legs to help.  Once it was down, Diana looked
around the theater to make sure it was still empty and no one had come in
behind them, and reached down into Trevor's underpants.  Under her hand,
she felt his dick start to harden.

   Although the positioning of her arm made her feel like a scarecrow,
Diana was able to slowly move her palm up and down the front of Trevor's
stiff dick.  After the first few passes, she felt her palm get wet as he
started to produce some lube.  Diana brought her hand up a little to
collect as much as she could, and then moved it back down.  She was able to
position her hand so that her fingers were lifting his balls up while the
base of her palm was able to rub the spot where the head and shaft of his
dick came together.  Making little circles with her palm, she was soon able
to feel a warm explosion on her palm and wrist as Trevor gave a heavy sigh.


   After a few minutes and a few more gentle squeezes, Diana worked her
palm out of Trevor's pants so he could put everything back together.

   "I'll be right back," he whispered, standing up to go to the bathroom.
Diana waited patiently as she felt the warm goo turn cold and become
stickier.  After a few minutes, Trevor returned with a few wet paper towels
which he handed to Diana as he sat down again.  Diana wiped her hands and
then stood up to go to the bathroom and wash her hands properly.  When she
returned, they watched the rest of the movie while holding hands.

   After the movie, Trevor and Diana began the walk home.

   "Hey, I just realized, are we out of the treehouse club?" Trevor asked.

   "No, I think we are the treehouse club, now," Diana replied.  "Unless
you go buy a car, that's the only place we should really trust.  Besides,
even though we maybe technically fucked, it had better be a whole lot
better than that for us to kick ourselves out of the treehouse."

   "Good.  I feel the same," Trevor said as they continued their walk in
silence.

   As they got closer to Diana's house, she spoke again.

   "The theater was fun, but not smart.  If we'd been caught, my mother
would not let me see you again, or at least not before I turn eighteen.  We
need to stick with the treehouse.  It's going to be tough, but it would
also be better to wait until Opening Day.  I have a feeling that Mom is
going to be watching me a little more closely for a little while, and you
too."

   "It'll definitely be tough," Trevor agreed.

   When they got to Diana's house, her mother asked Trevor to stay for
supper.  He agreed so that things wouldn't appear out of the ordinary. 
Throughout dinner, it did appear that Diana's mother was trying to press
Trevor a little into talking, hoping he might reveal something.  It didn't
help that Trevor and Diana kept smiling at each other across the table, but
they couldn't help it after one question her mother asked.

   "What did you think of the movie?" she asked to both of them.

   Before she could think about her answer, Diana replied "It was kind of
boring at the beginning, but it had a good climax."

   Diana said it innocently enough, but her choice of words could have been
better.

   Over the next few weeks through Thanksgiving and into Christmas, it did
seem to Diana that her mother was keeping a closer tab on her.  There were
several days where she came home early from work, or called when Diana
should be at home after school.  Diana took all of these in stride, and
after school started again in January, things had pretty much blown over.

   Trevor still came over on a regular basis and they were permitted to go
out on dates, but usually only as long as it was a double date with Jamie
and Jennifer.  Jamie didn't seem to mind since he and Jennifer could always
go off on their own other times if they wanted to.  Diana was a little
irritated at her mother's double standard regarding Jamie and Jennifer, but
knew that it wouldn't do any good to protest it.

   As tough as it was, Diana managed to make it to her 16th birthday in
February and into March as the weather started to change.  Once it started
getting warmer, Diana started feeling she was ready to get back to the
treehouse.  When she masturbated at night in her bed, it was now always
Trevor that was in her fantasies.  She imagined them back in the tree house
last fall, what things would have been like if her mother hadn't come home.
As she inserted her finger or little pink friend into her pussy, it was his
warm dick that entered her.  When she came, it was his face she saw and his
name he moaned, maybe sometimes a little too loudly.  Did Jamie still peak
at her in the keyhole now that he had Jennifer?  She thought she heard the
floor creek every now and then, but couldn't be sure.  She had peaked in on
Jamie a few times, but didn't see anything, except the one time he was
naked and getting dressed.  The sight of his dick made her miss him in
treehouse, which made her miss Trevor more.

   As April came in, Diana and Trevor started making plans for Opening Day.
Diana was confident that her parents wouldn't be around because of tax
season, and she was getting more excited every day.  At school that day,
she did her best to stay calm, but seeing Trevor at lunch caused her to
daydream the rest of the day away until the final bell sounded.  Diana rode
the bus home as usual, knowing Trevor had to tutor someone after school but
would come to the treehouse as soon as he could.

   Once at home, Diana took a quick shower and took a few extra minutes to
trim her pubic hair a little.  She didn't shave completely, but wanted
Trevor to have a clean plate to work with when the time came.  As she was
drying off, Diana decided on something different than her standard
short-shorts and jog top.  Looking through her clothes, she picked out a
white button-up shirt and plaid mini-skirt.  She opted to not wear any
panties, and found the pair of high heels that she had recently bought. 
Looking at herself in the mirror, she thought something wasn't quite right.
Diana went to the bathroom and wet her hands and then ran them down her
front, wetting her top just enough to provide a hint of see-through.  "I
make a pretty good slutty schoolgirl," Diana thought to herself, smiling.
After that, Diana grabbed her yoga mat and headed down to the kitchen.

   She placed what she had so far into a bag with a water bottle and some
hand towels then headed up to the treehouse.  At the base of the ladder,
Diana removed her shoes and added them to the bag.  Climbing the treehouse
ladder, Diana noticed that the slight breeze reached places of her body
where the wind didn't normally touch.  And, even though it was starting to
get warm, the breeze felt cool to Diana.  When she reached the platform
below the treehouse, Diana placed a hand down between her legs and felt how
wet she was, explaining why the breeze felt so cool.

   Up in the treehouse, Diana prepared things for Trevor's arrival.  She
brought out the stadium pillow and put it on the floor by the toychest. 
The yoga mat was rolled out on the toychest, and the water bottle and
towels placed on the other toychest.  Diana thought about bringing out some
magazines, but she certainly didn't need one at the moment, and doubted
Trevor would either.

   Diana heard a car out front, and a door slam close.  Looking out the
window, she saw Trevor come through the house and outside.  Jamie must have
let him in and then went off with Jennifer.  Diana was certain Jamie knew
about their plans even though she hadn't mentioned it and doubted Trevor
had either.  Diana again felt a little pang of loss about Jamie and Phil
and the twins no longer being there, but her anticipation of Trevor
climbing the ladder to her made those other thoughts go away.

   Once inside the treehouse, Trevor walked straight over to Diana and
hugged her, sliding his arms down her back to her butt as he kissed her,
pulling her up and in towards him.  Trevor quickly realized that Diana
didn't have panties on under her skirt, and lifted her skirt up to be able
to grab her bare cheeks.  Diana hardly needed any help pressing herself
into him, feeling her nipples harden as they rubbed against his chest. 
This was matched by the hardening she felt in Trevor's pants, which she
helped by bringing her hand down to squeeze his dick through his pants.

   Diana felt Trevor start to release her butt so that he could use his
hands for something else, but she spun around instead, placing her hands
behind her so that she could still press against his dick.  Trevor used his
left hand to hike up the front of the miniskirt and then slid his hand
down, cupping her pussy with his middle finger finding, and sinking into,
her wet slit.  Trevor's right hand moved up her body, under her shirt, and
cupped her breast, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze.  Diana looked up
and back so that Trevor could kiss her, sending a little tremor of pleasure
through her from being touched in so many places at the same time.

   After a few minutes, they separated to catch their breath.  Diana
stepped back towards Trevor and lifted his shirt over his head.  He kicked
off his shoes as she placed his shirt down and turned to unsnap his jeans.
As Trevor pulled his jeans off, Diana noticed something in his underwear
(besides his erection).  Trevor noticed her gaze and smiled.

   "I've been dripping since I woke up this morning, thinking about you. 
It got to the point that I had to do something, or I would have leaked
through to my pants." With that, he pulled down his underwear and Diana saw
that he had a paper towel draped over his dick.  Diana pulled it off,
feeling how damp it was in many spots.  She smiled again as she stretched
up to kiss him, pulling him into her and feeling the wet spot he caused
against her stomach.

   Diana wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gently pulled him over to
the toychest with the mat on it.  She lay down on the yoga mat with Trevor
standing by her face.  Diana rotated her head and positioned his dick at
her lips.  Diana opened her lips slightly so that Trevor's dick stayed in
the groove between them, and held it in place with her hand.  Diana
extended her tongue between her lips and started moving it up and down
Trevor's dick, focusing on the space between the hole at the end of his
dick and the point where the head met the shaft.  Every few laps, Diana
would move her tongue up to the end of his dick and move it slightly back
and forth, separating the two lips of his hole.

   For the first few minutes, Trevor was able to stand still and enjoy
Diana's efforts.  Although she could feel that he desperately wanted to
start pumping his hips between her lips, she had him in a firm grip and
wouldn't let him move.  So, Trevor leaned forward and placed one hand on
the toychest and the other hand on Diana's breast, giving it a soft
squeeze. Trevor moved from breast to breast, causing each nipple to stand
up in turn.  Diana gave a soft moan which went through her lips, causing a
little shutter in Trevor.

   Diana felt Trevor's hand move down her body, tickling her skin and
causing little goose bumps.  Trevor's hand continued down to Diana's pussy
and slowly moved his hand around her outer labia and running his finger
along the top of the groove where the two halves met.  Diana could feel
herself growing wetter under his touch and wanted his finger to be inside
of her, but he kept tickling the outside of pussy, driving her crazy. 
Diana wanted to grab his finger and position his finger where she wanted
it, but realized that he was doing the same to her as he was to him--a
deliberate teasing that made them both hotter.

   As Diana held Trevor's dick, she could feel his lubrication start to
coat her lips.  Diana changed her grip a little so that she was no longer
hold Trevor's dick stationary, but just holding it down against her lips.
Trevor detected the change in her grip, and started moving his hips slowly
back and forth, sliding his dick across Diana's wet lips and over her
tongue.  In turn, Trevor dipped his middle finger into Diana's slit,
sliding it down towards her hot wet hole.  As his finger entered her
vagina, Diana gave another groan which went straight to Trevor's dick,
accelerating his movements.

   As Trevor's movements increased, Diana could tell he was about to erupt.
He was a moment faster than she anticipated, and the first shot of his come
hit the corner of her mouth, half going in and half going down her cheek.
Diana lifted her head slightly and turned it, so that Trevor's dick could
slide all the way into her mouth.  Diana closed her mouth around the
spasming cock, rubbing the underside with her tongue while swallowing
Trevor's juices and pumping her mouth up and down his dick as far as she
could lift her head.  She felt Trevor lean down to get his dick further
into her mouth, while down below, she felt Trevor's finger slide up her
cunt until he bottomed out at his palm.

   Diana could feel the first of her orgasms start just as Trevor's was
finishing.  As she sucked what come was left in his now-softening dick, she
reached down and pressed his hand further into her, pulling his palm up
against her clitoris, feeling the orgasm build and break over her.  As
Diana rode her orgasm she used her right hand to softly squeeze Trevor's
balls and rub the space between his sack and his butt-hole, pulling out a
little more come on to her tongue.

   After a few moments, Diana relaxed both hands, freeing Trevor to break
away from her.  As he pulled his dick out of her mouth, a single strand of
come formed a bridge between them and broke as he moved back and sat down
on the other toychest.  Diana lay there, watching Trevor, as he sat for a
moment, then stood up to help her up.  Trevor placed his arms around Diana
and held her for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything.

   Diana finally broke their hug and reached for a water bottle.

   "You're not done yet, Trevor, and you need to stay hydrated." As Trevor
drank, Diana picked up a towel and proceeded to wipe Trevor's dick for him.
As she expected, this had the result of starting his dick to get hard
again.

   "Let's wait a few more minutes," Trevor said as he handed the bottle
back to Diana.  "You've about worn me out."

   "You can have all the time you need, honey," Diana replied.  "We're not
going to need your dick for next few minutes anyway."

   Diana lay back down on the yoga mat and lifted her feet to the edge of
the toychest.  Trevor smiled and walked around between her legs and noticed
the stadium pillow on the floor.

   "You think of everything," he said, sinking to his knees.

   Diana felt Trevor run the backs of his hands down the inside of her
thighs; the hair on his fingers creating tingling/tickling sensations that
grew stronger as they converged on her crotch.  When Trevor's hands reached
Diana's pussy, she gave a little shutter as his hands passed over her
excited pussy lips.  Next, Diana felt Trevor's palms on the inside of each
of her thighs as he used his thumbs to slowly pull her labia apart.  Diana
lay there, expecting Trevor to begin using his tongue, but instead he
allowed her pussy lips to close again, slowly.  Then, Trevor opened them
again, and again he let them close.  Trevor repeated this several times,
and each time a feeling of excitement and anticipation grew inside Diana.
The repetition of her pussy lips being opened and closed slowly caused
physical feelings that Diana wouldn't have been able to explain, but she
could feel her excitement mounting each time, and could feel her wetness
growing to match.  Plus, the idea that her pussy was "wide open and on
display" to Trevor created another layer of mental excitement on top of the
subtle physical pleasure.  The two feelings combined to the point that each
time Diana felt her labia spread apart, she longed for Trevor to be inside
of her.

   After several minutes, Diana's mental pleadings reached Trevor, and
Diana felt the shudder of a small orgasm as his tongue touched her clitoris
and moved down her slit.  As Trevor made his way down, his tongue went
deeper into Diana's vagina and then slowly came out again.  Holding her
open, he concentrated his efforts at bottom of her pussy, where her skin
was being held taut as he held her pussy open.  After every few strokes,
Trevor moved his tongue down and licked the space between her pussy and her
butthole.  For a brief, fleeting instant, Diana thought back to many years
ago and the sex talk her mother had given her and Jamie and remembered this
was called the perineum.  That thought floated away as Trevor's tongue
worked its way back up, first back into her vagina, then up to her clitoris
again, and then back down to her favorite spot just between her clitoris
and vagina.

   After several repetitions of working his way up and down, Diana felt
like she was ready to explode, but wasn't quite able to.  Once again, she
realized what she needed to take her over the edge: She needed to be
fucked.

   Diana put her feet down and sat up as Trevor backed up to let her move.
Diana stood up and looked down at Trevor and the shining wetness covering
his mouth--her wetness.  She reached her hands down to help him up, and
then turned around.  Diana bent down so that her palms were on the toychest
and her butt was pointing up.  No words were necessary as Trevor moved in
behind her and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy.  Rather than
move forward into her, Diana felt Trevor's hands on her hips, pulling her
back, impaling her on his hard dick.

   Diana gave a heavy sigh as Trevor sank the whole length of his dick into
her.  As Trevor moved her forward again, she felt her pussy miss the dick
that was just there.  He pulled almost all of the way out, keeping just the
head of his dick inside of her so that he could easily enter her again.  On
the second stroke, Trevor pulled Diana harder, and her butt slapped into
his stomach, causing his balls to move forward and slap her clit, sending a
little shiver through her.  Trevor started moving his hips in time with
pushing and pulling Diana's, developing a steady rhythm of in-out, in-out.

   It didn't take long for the wave that was building inside of Diana to
crash over her.  Diana let out a little moan and felt her arms weaken a
little.  She lowered down and placed her elbows on to the toy chest.  Since
Trevor was still holding her hips, though, only her front end moved lower,
making her butt point more into the air.  Along with her orgasm, Diana
became even more wet.  The change of angle and increased wetness caused
Trevor to increase his thrusting, pounding into her, his balls slapping her
clitoris on each stroke.  Diana could hear Trevor starting to groan as he
was about to come.  With one last thrust in, Trevor held Diana pinned
against him, shooting his come into her, squeezing and pulling her hips
back into him, and then slowly relaxing his grip as his dick grew soft
within her.

   After a minute, Diana pulled herself off of Trevor's soft dick and stood
up.  She felt his come start to run out of her pussy, running down one leg.
This sent a slight tremor through her and she reached down and felt her
pussy.  It was very warm, wet, and slippery.  Diana inserted a finger
between her slick labia and felt that her pussy was slightly open, waiting
for Trevor's dick to come back in.  Diana felt another drop of come drip on
her palm as she pulled her finger out of her.  She cupped it into her pussy
as she turned around to look at Trevor.  He looked very tired but content,
and Diana stretched up and gave him a gentle kiss on the corner of his
mouth.

   "No interruptions, this time," he said softly, wrapping his arms around
her.

   Diana looked at the softening light in the treehouse.  "No, but that
doesn't mean we have all night.  We'd better get dressed."

   After they cleaned up and dressed, Diana peeked out the window to make
sure no one had come home.  Seeing all was clear, they closed up the
treehouse and headed inside.  Diana wanted Trevor to stay, but knew that if
her mother came home and she and Trevor were alone in the house, her mother
would become suspicious again.  If Jamie were home, it would be okay for
Trevor to be there, but Jamie was off with Jennifer (probably fucking) and
Diana didn't know when he'd be home.

   As if reading her thoughts, Trevor said "I'd better go before your
parents get home.  We don't want Opening Day to be Closing Day as well."

   Trevor bent down and kissed Diana again then left.  Diana felt like she
was more alone than just in an empty house, but knew she'd see Trevor again
soon.  Diana went upstairs to her room and turned on the radio.  She
undressed to take a shower.  Before going in the bathroom, she stood in
front of her mirror and looked at herself, scanning up and down her body.
She thought about how her body had changed over the last few years and the
treehouse and Trevor.  As she thought of Trevor, Diana unconsciously move
one hand up to her breast and one down to her crotch, where Trevor had just
spent so much wonderful time.

   As she lightly caressed her skin, she looked back on her afternoon with
Trevor and let the music from the radio drift through her.  Feeling the
stickiness between her legs started getting Diana excited again, but she
also felt more relaxed than she ever had.  Diana walked over to her closet
and removed her vibrator from its hiding spot.  Diana didn't think about
climbing into her bed; she got down on her knees at the side of the bed and
turned on the vibrator.  She hadn't used it in a while, but the steady hum
let her know the batteries were still good.

   Diana moved her pink friend down between her legs, easily sliding it
into her cunt in the mixture of her juices and the little bit of Trevor's
come that was still inside her.  Diana slowly brought the vibrator back
out, imagining the feel of Trevor's dick as it slid in and out of her.  As
she withdrew it, Diana pivoted the vibrator so that its end was at the
entrance of her vagina and its shaft was nestled inside her slit.  She
slowly moved the vibrator up and down her slit, focusing on her favorite
spot below her clitoris, fantasizing about Trevor and the treehouse, vowing
to herself to spend as much time with Trevor this spring and summer as she
could.

   Diana felt her orgasm starting to build and pressed the vibrator against
her slit.  She moved her left hand down and slid two fingers into herself,
again thinking of Trevor's dick sliding into her.  Her orgasm broke over
her, making her fingers slicker with her juices and flushing the last of
Trevor's come out of her pussy.  As Diana relaxed, she brought her fingers
out of her pussy and looked at the wetness on them.  Diana's right hand was
still slowly working the vibrator up and down her slit, but with less
pressure since she was more sensitive now.  As Diana moved the vibrator
slowly back into her pussy, she put her fingers in her mouth, gently
sucking them, tasting the last of Trevor from inside of her.

   From behind her, Diana heard a low moan.  Fear and embarrassment caused
her to jerk open her eyes, pull her fingers out of her mouth, pull the
vibrator out from between her legs, and jump up and turn around all at the
same time.  She relaxed almost as quickly when she saw Jamie standing in
the bathroom door with his dick in hand.  Diana saw him shoot a load of
come out and watched it arc through the air, landing on the floor just
short of another one already there.  Diana looked back up at Jamie, his
eyes down, watching his hand squeeze out the last bit of come from his
orgasm.

   "Damn, it, Jamie, you scared the shit out of me!" Diana almost screamed
at him.

   Jamie tucked his dick back into his pants and stepped briefly into the
bathroom, returning with a towel.  He bent down and wiped up the puddles
from the floor before speaking.

   "Just like old times," he said with a smile, "but you sure have changed
over the years." Diana wasn't sure if he was talking about the treehouse or
watching her from the bathroom, or maybe both.  Either way, she felt a
little thrill to know that she was still a source for Jamie's fantasies.

   Diana walked past Jamie into the bathroom and washed her vibrator. 
Walking back into her room, she took the towel from his hand and found a
clean spot on it to wipe the vibrator dry, and then threw the towel into
her hamper.  Then, pausing for a moment, she pulled the towel back out and
handed it to Jamie.  "This would be better in your hamper instead of mine,
just in case Mom should notice it." Jamie leaned back and threw the towel
through the bathroom to his room on the floor.  "Boys!" Diana thought
briefly.

   She walked over to her closet and returned the vibrator to its spot on
her top shelf.  Realizing that Jamie continued to watch her walk around
nude even though he'd seen her nude plenty of times in the treehouse again
sent a little shiver through Diana's body as she stretched up to reach the
shelf.

   Turning back to face him, she replied.  "You were the one that took
yourself out of the treehouse.  Don't blame me for it" she added as she sat
back down on the bed facing Jamie.

   "I'm not, and I don't have any regrets, either.  Jennifer is an amazing
girl.  Still, I do miss it sometimes, and you.  Speaking of the treehouse,
I'm guessing you and Trevor must have had a pretty good Opening Day if
you're so anxious to relive it before you close any of the doors to your
room."

   "Yes.  It was, to use your word, 'amazing,'" Diana replied, without
wanting to go into any details.  Trevor was hers and hers alone, and she
didn't want to share any part of him with anyone else.

   "And you didn't even shave for him," Jamie said, looked down at Diana's
crotch.

   "Not that it's any of your business, but I did trim a little." To
emphasize her point, Diana lift her feet and spread her legs, giving Jamie
a quick flash of her still-wet pussy before putting her legs back down.

   "Well, I stand corrected, and I'll add that I enjoyed your performance
just now, but you'd better be more careful next time."

   "Like you can talk," Diana said.

   "Yeah, but..." Jamie's reply was interrupted by their parents' cars pull
into the driveway together.  Diana pushed Jamie through the bathroom into
his room and closed the door so she could take a shower.  After her shower,
Diana dressed and went downstairs for a light supper and chatted with her
parents before bed.

   After that day, time seemed to fly for Diana.  That spring, she and
Trevor visited the treehouse as often as they could, enjoying each other's
bodies.  They hardly ever saw Jamie who spent as much time as possible with
Jennifer.  At the end of the school year, Jamie and Trevor were graduated.
The next week, Jamie left for boot camp.  Trevor had been accepted to UCLA
but was going to stay for the summer.

   Over the summer, Diana and Trevor still went to the tree house, but also
started taking a few risks in cooler locations when the weather was too hot
to be up there.  Or, on occasion, they'd go up to the treehouse despite the
heat.  Although Diana didn't care to roast in the enclosed space, she
enjoyed getting sweaty with Trevor as they fucked in the heat.  The sweat
and smell of each other seemed to unleash an extra dimension of need that
the young lovers could only satisfy with the other.

   Diana received a few letters from Jamie over the summer, mainly
describing what he had done that week in basic training.  He said that he
missed everyone but felt he'd made a good decision.

   All too soon, summer was ending and Trevor was leaving.  Diana knew he'd
be back, but the idea of his being so far away seemed to strain her heart.
Jamie had visited once after boot camp like he said he would, showing off
his uniform, but then left for his radio training.  Apparently he and
Jennifer had ended things when he left since he didn't make any effort to
see her while he was home.  "We both knew it was over" was the most he said
about it.  Now, Diana was alone.  After spending so much time with the boys
and in the treehouse, going back to her girlfriends seemed like a
disappointment to her.  They wanted to talk about makeup and boyfriends. 
Diana didn't care about makeup and her boyfriend was on the other side of
the country.

   Diana visited the treehouse most every day, but actually only "used" it
about once a week.  Every time she went up there with the intent to
masturbate, she would usually just start to feel lonely and sit and
reminisce.  On the times she did touch herself, it was usually while
thinking of Trevor, and sometimes of Jamie and Phil and the twins as well.
Other times, she would just check the stock of supplies, making sure
everything was clean for when Trevor came home again.

   Trevor came home for fall break and Diana was able to spend some time
with him, but not as much as either of them would have liked.  They managed
one treehouse visit, but Trevor had to spend most of his time with his
family.  Jamie had managed to get leave for a few days at the same time,
and all three spent a little time together as well.  As much as Diana
enjoyed having both boys home, she was also jealous of the time that Jamie
spent with them since it was time that she couldn't be in the treehouse
with Trevor.  But, she also was grateful to Jamie since he was the one that
had taken their parents out for a few hours so that she and Trevor had
managed that one trip up the ladder.  Jamie had convinced their parents,
especially their mother, that Diana and Trevor deserved a date alone while
Trevor was home and he wanted to spend time talking with them about his
career in the Army.  Diana's mother had reluctantly agreed, especially when
Diana said they'd be going out to dinner and a movie rather than stay home.

   That afternoon, Diana took a quick shower.  As she was about to get out,
Diana thought back to her conversation with Jamie the previous spring and
stepped back in and quickly shaved her pussy mound smooth.  Satisfied, she
stepped out and dried off and changed into jeans and a button-up top. 
Diana knew that her conservative dress would also help convince their
mother that she and Trevor didn't have anything "dirty" planned.  Once
Trevor came over, also dressed in jeans and button-up shirt, Diana's mother
gave final approval for their date by saying "you two kids have fun." As
Diana and Trevor were walking down the sidewalk, they saw Jamie pass by in
car with their parents and waved.  They continued to walk for a few more
minutes just in case Diana's mother made Jamie make another pass, but
didn't see them again.  At the next street, Diana and Trevor turned and
looped back to Diana's house.

   Stopping inside only for the yoga mat and some water, they continued to
the back yard.  Once inside the treehouse, Diana and Trevor were quickly in
each other's arms, Diana stretching up to kiss Trevor and pull his face
down to hers.  After a few minutes of kissing, they attacked each other's
clothes, laughing as they pushed the other's hands out of the way to work
on each other's buttons.  Once naked, Trevor turned Diana around and
wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck.  As he moved his
arms down her body and cupped her breasts, Diana put her hands over his and
pulled him in tight.

   Trevor and Diana released each other and Trevor bent Diana forward so
that she had to put her hands down on the toychest to keep from falling
over.  He then kissed his way down Diana's back, sending shivers throughout
her body.  As he got down to her lower back, Trevor used his hands spread
Diana's legs apart.  Diana gave a little squeal of surpised laughter when
Trevor's tongue found her butt hole and pressed against it and entered it
slightly as he pulled her hips towards him.  After a few seconds, he
continued his way down and soon his tongue was in her pussy as she felt his
hands pulling her labia apart.

   Diana could feel Trevor's tongue going from her vagina to her clit and
back again in a slowly repeating path, adding to the wetness that she was
quickly developing on her own.  Letting go of her hips, Trevor moved one
hand between her legs and cupped her smooth mound.  As he stood up, Trevor
pulled his finger through her slit and into her pussy and then out again.

   Diana turned around and wrapped her arms around Trevor again, feeling
the wetness from his dick on her stomach.  Holding his hips, she pulled him
down to the floor of the treehouse on to the mat.  Diana quickly moved down
to Trevor's dick, pulling it up so that it was pointing at the ceiling. 
Using her tongue, she added her saliva to his wetness and distributed it
over the entire shaft.  Diana moved up Trevor's body, straddling his hips
on her knees, and slowly moved back down.  They both let out a soft moan as
his stiff rod easily slid into her wet pussy.

   After a few passes up and down the length of his shaft, Diana shifted
her body so that she was lying down on top of Trevor.  She closed her legs,
tightening the entrance to her pussy as Trevor grabbed her butt cheeks to
move her up and down his shaft.  In just a few minutes, Diana could feel
Trevor's grip tightening on her butt, and she knew he was about to come. 
She tightened the muscles inside her pussy as he pulled down on her one
last time before letting out a heavy sigh, shooting his come deep into her
vagina.

   Diana kept her muscles tensed for a few minutes, not letting go of
Trevor's dick as it started to soften inside of her.

   "I guess I missed you more than I thought," Trevor said, smiling into
Diana's eyes.

   "That's okay, we still have some time for another round if you think
you'll be up for it."

   "I think so, but you may have to lend me a hand," he replied, as he
reached up to kiss her, squeezing her butt.

   After a few minutes, Diana relaxed her grip on Trevor's dick and felt it
slide out of her pussy, followed by some of his come.

   Diana continued to lie there for a while, enjoying the feel of Trevor's
warm body under her.  When she thought Trevor had enough of a rest, she
lifted her head from his chest and kissed him again.  Diana rolled off of
Trevor and reached down to his dick.  Diana wrapped her fingers around the
shaft, sticky with cold come on it, and slowly ran her hand up and down the
length of his dick.  It didn't take long for Trevor's dick to regain its
former glory and Diana smiled as his dick bounced stiffly, once again ready
for action.

   Diana tapped Trevor's hip and he moved off the yoga mat.  She lay down
on her back taking his place, and then pulled him back over on top of her.
At first, Trevor's dick slid around on her shaved mound, so Diana reached
down and guided it home.  As Trevor's dick slid into her slick cunt, she
wrapped her legs around his back.

   "Fuck me, Trevor," Diana said softly.  "Fuck my cunt."

   Trevor wasted no time in complying with Diana's request as he
enthusiastically pistoned his dick in and out of Diana's pussy.  It wasn't
long before Diana felt the tension growing inside her body signaling the
approaching orgasm.  On the outside, all that Diana could do was moan and
pull Trevor tighter against her, but inside, Diana felt as if every nerve
in her body had suddenly turned on in a wave that started at her pussy and
rippled out to her fingers and toes, causing everything to tingle with
pleasure.  Trevor felt the sudden increase in wetness inside of Diana's
pussy and started to drive his dick harder into Diana's slick hole.  His
efforts were greeted with another moan as Diana's second orgasm rippled
through her body, this time causing her to unwrap her legs from Trevor's
back.

   Trevor pulled his arms back and lifted Diana's ankles to his shoulders
and then lied down on top of her again, pounding down into her up-turned
pussy.  Diana was folded nearly in half, but didn't care.  Her second
orgasm was working on becoming her third as she felt Trevor's body start to
stiffen as he started coming inside of her.  Just as Trevor shot his load
and collapsed on top of Diana, she felt her third, this time smaller,
orgasm ripple out through her body.

   The two teens lay there for a moment before Trevor felt the strength to
lift himself off of Diana and lean back on his knees, pulling his softening
dick out of her.  Diana lowered her legs and looked up at Trevor.  Once
again her pussy felt an emptiness that made her feel momentarily lonely,
longing for Trevor's dick to be back inside of her.  Instead, Diana reached
out and took Trevor's hand and placed it so that he was palming her pussy.
She could feel her pussy muscles continue to twitch and wanted Trevor to
feel it, too.

   After a minute, Diana felt her body start to relax and she sat up and
then got on her knees to get up.  As Trevor stood, however, Diana suddenly
leaned forward and lifted his come-and-pussy-soaked dick into her mouth,
pulling out the last bit of come still inside of his dick.

   "One last taste of you to last me until Christmas," Diana said, looking
up at him, when she released his dick from her mouth.  Trevor smiled and
helped Diana to her feet.  Diana felt more come start to drip from her
pussy and closed her legs to try to hold it in; she wanted to hang on to
Trevor a little longer in every way she could.

   "I wanted to come home for Thanksgiving, but Mom and Dad already planned
to come out there," he replied, looking into her eyes.

   "I know.  I'll just have to deal with it."

   They cleaned up and got dressed.  Diana would be able to come out again
to the treehouse later to tidy up, so they hurried to be able to make it to
the theater.  Diana knew that they'd arrive half-way through the movie, but
she'd have the ticket stubs that showed only the start time of the movie,
not when they were purchased, as "proof" that she and Trevor had gone to a
movie that evening while Jamie was out with their parents.  Once inside the
theater, Diana took a few more minutes in the bathroom to brush her hair
and clean up a little more as Trevor did the same on the men's side.

   As Diana and Trevor walked out of the theater with everyone else and
turned to walk back home, they heard a car honking and saw that Jamie and
their parents were at the curb waving to them.  They walked over and their
mother suggested they get a ride to go for ice cream and then home. 
Knowing they couldn't really refuse, Diana and Trevor got home to finish
their "date" with Diana's parents.

   While he had been home, Jamie had seemed a little distracted.  At the
ice cream shop, he told Trevor and Diana what he had already let his
parents know earlier: He'd been assigned to a group going to Iraq and would
be leaving in the next few days.  Diana looked at her parents and saw that
it must be true.  Jamie followed up by saying he wouldn't be in combat; it
would just be in a supporting role as a radio operator.

   And, once again, it all had to end as Trevor had to go back to school
and Jamie's leave ended.  Diana wasn't sure if she had been hurt more by
the fact that he was going overseas or that he had waited until the end of
his visit to tell her and their parents.  Either way, she was sad to see
Trevor and Jamie both leave, but looked forward to Christmas when Trevor
would be back home and maybe Jamie could get some more leave as well.

   A few days after Trevor left, Diana went up to the treehouse again to
clean up.  Since it was a nice day and would soon be too cold for the
treehouse, Diana decided to spend a few minutes to "enjoy" her time up
there.  She got down on her knees in front of her toychest and started
looking through a magazine.  After a few minutes, her thoughts drifted to
Trevor and she was soon touching herself while thinking of him.  It didn't
take long for Diana to come with Trevor for inspiration.  As she lay
against the toy chest gasping for breath, though quite relaxed, Diana
gently continued to touch herself.  On one of the downward strokes, without
thinking about it, Diana reached down a little farther, and was soon gently
rubbing her butthole and the skin around it.

   She had never thought very much about touching herself here, but after
Trevor's tongue a few days ago, Diana started to wonder more about it. 
Gently rubbing the outside with a pussy-slick finger felt okay.  Trevor's
tongue had tickled the outside a little, and gone slightly inside as well.
That certainly felt good, too.  Diana's finger stopped on the hole and
pushed slightly.  It slid in about half the length of her fingernail, but
stopped as all of the lubrication was rubbed off of her finger.  Diana
withdrew her finger slightly, touched the outside of her pussy to get a
little more moisture on it, and tried again.  The result was the same: it
felt good but could quickly become uncomfortable if she tried to go in any
further.  Diana decided that was enough for the day and cleaned herself up
and then finished cleaning the treehouse.

   The next day after school, Diana decided to go up to the treehouse
again, but a little more prepared this time.  She took her pink friend and
stopped in the kitchen and filled a little container with olive oil. 
Certainly not her first choice of lubricant, but it would work for
experimental purposes and she could find something more appropriate later
if she wanted to.

   Once Diana was up in the treehouse, Diana placed a towel on her stadium
pillow.  She stripped off her clothes and she got on her knees against her
toychest as she had the day before.  Diana coated her vibrator with olive
oil and reached down with it between her legs and gently pushed against her
butt-hole.  It slid in a little, but Diana could feel that she was
clinching her muscles, nervous about what she was doing.  She put a little
more oil on the vibrator and tried again, but with the same results.

   "I need to relax first," she thought to herself.  With that, she placed
the vibrator back on the toy chest and started touching herself while
flipping through a magazine.  After a few minutes, she started to relax and
her thoughts returned to Trevor.  Once that happened, Diana had no problem
become wet and she forgot about the vibrator and everything else while she
touched herself, thinking of him.  After a few minutes, Diana had an orgasm
and rested her head against the toy chest as she breathed heavily, but now
deeply relaxed.

   Diana moved her finger to her butt-hole again, and spread some of her
juices around it and just inside.  She then dipped her finger inter the
olive oil, and was able to slide it in a little farther.  After a few more
applications of olive oil, Diana was able to insert her finger down to her
second knuckle, but was having problems with the angle of her hand and
reaching around.  As it was, though, the feeling of her finger inside this
new location felt mildly good.  Different, but good.

   Diana pulled her finger out and applied more oil to her vibrator.  She
changed her position so that instead of being on her knees with her body in
the air, she was on her knees with breasts against the floor, like she was
trying to look under her bed or the couch for something.  Diana reached
back between her legs with the vibrator, and gently pressed it against her
brown ring.  Slowly working it in little circles, it started to go in. 
Diana started to have the feeling that she needed to go to the bathroom,
but knew she didn't.  She slowly eased the vibrator up inside of her.  It
felt huge, but she knew that it was the same size it had always been, and
it was just a new sensation that made it feel different.

   Once it was inside of her as far as she felt it could go, Diana tried by
feel to guess how much was in her.  Maybe a couple of inches; a little
deeper than her finger had been able to go.  Diana pulled it out and sat
for a minute, letting her feelings settle down.  With enough lubrication,
it hadn't hurt, and had actually felt good, a little, maybe.  Diana reached
out and applied more oil to the vibrator, and tried again.  It eased in a
little further this time before she stopped.  Feeling stretched, Diana lay
still for a few minutes and then reached back and turned the switch on. 
The low hum seemed to ripple out through her, causing little tingly
feelings in her vagina that felt different from when she normally used her
vibrator.  She didn't think she'd be able to have an orgasm this way, but
it felt like these little tingles could help make a regular orgasm feel
bigger, or at least different.

   "Well, then, I just better try," Diana thought to herself.  She moved
her left hand down to hold the vibrator in place, and her right hand up to
start rubbing the outside of her pussy lightly.  After a minute or so, she
was wet enough and started rubbing her favorite spot in a tight circle,
pressing down as the tingles rippled out from her vibrator into her pussy
from the "outside." Diana's orgasm seemed to jump out this time from some
hiding place, surprising her at how quickly it occurred and how intense it
was.  It was not her normal wave so much as it was a flash like lightning
and then the thunder that came after it.  Diana had felt her muscles
tighten around the vibrator, pulling it slightly from her left hand.

   Wave or lightning, Diana still felt relaxed afterwards and lightly
touched herself as she drifted back down to earth.  Diana was slowly moving
her hand up and down her slit, lightly touching her wet labia when she
realized that she was also slow moving the vibrator in and out of her
butt-hole.  Not much, but it was happening and felt really nice in
conjunction with the orgasm she had just had.

   After another moment or two, Diana slowly eased the vibrator out all the
way.  She placed it on the floor and reached back and felt her butt-hole
with her finger.  It felt like it was staying open a little, but slowly
closing again now that nothing was there.  Diana slowly sat up and then
stood up.

   "That was nice," she said to the empty treehouse.  "I might have to try
that again sometime.  Soon."

   Diana cleaned up.  Her butt-hole still felt a little funny, but was
starting to feel more normal as she walked around.  As she started putting
the magazine back in Jamie's toy chest, Diana suddenly froze.

   "Son-of-a-bitch," she said out loud.  She started looking through the
stack of magazines until she found the one from which she'd ordered the
vibrator.  There it was, the Model 312 and the Model 312A.  The 312 was
long and slender for its entire length while the 312A wider at the bottom
than at the top.

   "A for 'anal,' not for 'advanced,'" Diana said out loud again.  "They
knew that, didn't they?  They knew and that's what they were laughing
about."

   Diana laughed a little to herself.  She wasn't angry with Jamie and
Trevor, but would have to bring it up the next time she saw them.

   Rather than taking the bus home the next day from school, Diana had
walked and stopped at a pharmacy to find something better than olive oil.
As she looked at the possibilities, she also realized that it would be best
to be as clean as possible down there for each session.  Diana had always
been thorough (or now she could literally say "anal") about cleaning the
vibrator after each use, but now she wanted to be extra cautious, before
and after.  After choosing a lubricant, Diana walked over to look at some
disposable enemas and chose something that looked like it would work.

   As Diana started walking up to the checkout counter with her arms full,
she started to have second thoughts.  What would the clerk think (or say!)
about what she was buying?  Whould he laugh?  Would she run out of the
store in embarrassment?  Diana looked up ahead and saw a female clerk,
letting her relax a little.  As the clerk ("Dina J.") was scanning the
items, Diana thought she saw a hint of a smile.  Maybe Dina J.  was used to
this, or maybe she'd bought the same items before for the same purpose. 
Either way, Diana was happy to walk out as quickly as possible with
everything bagged and out of sight.

   The next few weeks brought colder weather but Diana tried to go up to
the treehouse as often as possible.  When she did, she was more likely now
to bring her vibrator and use it in her butt-hole, exploring different
positions and becoming more accustomed to having it inside of her butt
instead of her pussy.  She still preferred regular masturbation to relax
her and to then followed-up with the vibrator for a second round, but she
was thinking the vibrator was now going to be used mostly in its "A" model
capacity when she did use it.

   Using the new lubricant, Diana realized that body position played more
of a role than she realized; reaching your own butt-hole could be
challenging, especially when you were trying to put something into it
comfortably.  Being down on the ground on her knees seemed to work best as
long as she could rest her head on a pillow or her clothes.  Being on her
back seemed to work as well, but it was harder to keep her hips up enough
to reach her butt easily.  That position seemed better for regular fucking,
unless Trevor could keep her feet up in the air more.  And it was just that
quickly that Diana had started thinking in terms of Trevor's butt-fucking
her, and imagining his dick inside of her butt-hole in place of the
vibrator.

   Thanksgiving passed and Trevor was not able to come home since his
parents traveled to California to spend time there with him and other
relatives.  Diana received several letters from Jamie describing life in
Iraq, most of it as either training or boredom.  He wasn't anxious to be in
a combat situation, but there were times he wondered why he was there at
all if he wasn't going to do anything.

   As Christmas approached, Jamie had written that he would not be able to
get leave to come home since his training had been stepped up recently. 
Trevor came home a few days before Christmas and as they talked, they
realized that both of their parents would be going to parties on Christmas
Eve, leaving them the opportunity to be in the treehouse, despite the cold.

   Diana was on pins and needles as she waited for her parents to leave. 
The party they were going to was being thrown by her mothers's boss, so she
was pretty sure they'd stay there the whole time and not try to come home
early.  Once they left, she started collecting things to take up to the
treehouse, including a heater and an extension cord.  When Trevor called
saying he was on his way over, Diana carried everything up and starting
laying out supplies in various locations.  Just before going back down, she
turned the heater on to start warming the treehouse.  Diana now thought of
the treehouse as hers and Trevor's special place.  Even though they could
have been in her room, or his, tonight, she wanted to be in the treehouse
with him.

   Diana returned to her house and Trevor came over shortly.  Before he
could even close the door, Diana was in his arms, arms around his neck and
kissing him.  Trevor walked in with Diana's feet hanging in the air, closed
the door, and then bent to lower her feet back to the floor.  After a few
minutes, they broke their embrace and headed to the kitchen and out the
back door to the treehouse.

   Once up there, they hugged again and started taking off each other's
clothes.  Soon they were both naked and holding each other again, kissing
deeply.

   "What a warm welcome," Trevor said, smiling, as they broke apart.  "Too
bad we never risked having a heater out here before; it works pretty well."

   "If it weren't for my Mom's boss, I wouldn't be doing this now, but this
treehouse means a lot to me now."

   "Yeah, me, too," Trevor replied, kissing her again.

   While they kissed, Diana lowered her hand down to Trevor's dick,
squeezing it lightly, feeling it start to stiffen in her hand.

   "I'm going to give you a nice present tonight, darling," she said,
smiling at him.  "Something special."

   With that, she positioned the stadium pillow and dropped down to her
knees in front of him.  Placing one hand under his balls, and one hand at
the base of his shaft, Diana looked up at Trevor as she slowly slid her
lips over the head of his dick, enveloping him.  Diana softly massaged
Trevor's balls as she slowly moved her mouth up and down the head of his
dick, keeping her tongue pressed against the underside of it.  As her head
moved back and forth, her other hand followed it up and down, squeezing the
juices out of his and into her mouth.

   Diana could feel Trevor start to move his hips in time with her, fucking
her mouth as she worked him over.  His hands came down to her head, but as
soon as they did, she stopped everything.

   "Nope, none of that.  I'm in control right now.  You'll have your chance
later."

   "I'm about to lose my balance, what did you expect."

   "I expect you to stand there and take it like a man," Diana replied,
giving his dick a lick on the end.  Trevor lowered his hands and Diana slid
her mouth back over his shaft, working it faster and with more pressure on
the underside, feeling his pre-come fill her mouth.  Looking up, Diana
noticed that Trevor had closed his eyes and started to relax again.  She
reached down with one hand and found one of the little bottles of lubricant
she'd left out.  Diana tipped it over with her hand and coated her middle
finger.  Trevor still had his eyes closed as she moved her hand back up to
cup his balls again, keeping her middle finger off of him so she wouldn't
lose any lubricant

   Diana moved her hand from Trevor's balls and eased it slowly underneath
him, stopping when her finger found his butt-hole.  When she started
sliding her finger in, Trevor about jumped enough to pull his dick out of
her mouth, but soon relaxed again, letting her be in control.  Trevor had
his eyes open now, watching Diana's eyes as she slowly slid her finger up.
When she got to about her first joint, Trevor's dick seemed to explode in
her mouth, sending a jet of come down Diana's throat as she backed off and
focused her lips and tongue just on the end, taking in several spurts
before she she felt his dick start to soften.  Diana gave him a few more
licks and squeezed the last of his come into her mouth.  When she released
him, he sat back against the toy chest.

   "Diana, that was great."

   "That's just the warm-up, Trevor.  Now you can return the favor," she
said as she moved over to lie down on the toy chest.

   Diana propped her feet on the edge of the toy chest and as Trevor moved
down between her legs.  He started kissing the inside of her thighs and
worked his way down towards her pussy.  Once again, before he started
licking, Trevor spent several minutes just pulling her pussy open and
letting it close.  As Diana enjoyed the sensation, she thought to herself
that she could best describe it as being fucked without being penetrated.
Her pussy was opening and closing as if Trevor's dick was going in and out,
but it wasn't.  Trevor moved his tongue down and started to lick Diana's
clitoris as his finger easily moved up and down her slick pussy.  Just as
Diana started to feel like an orgasm was approaching, Trevor would sense
her change in body position and stop his efforts, letting her cool down a
little.

   As Trevor started up again, he pulled his finger from her pussy and
slowly ran it down her perineum to her butt-hole.  Using Diana's
pussy-juice for lubricant, Trevor slowly started inserting his finger up
her butt-hole.  As with Trevor, the extra attention soon brought the
desired result, and Diana's orgasm crashed through her body, fueled by
Trevor's tongue and finger.

   As Diana's body started to relax, Trevor slowed his efforts, providing a
stimulation that ramped down as Diana did.  Shortly, he stood up and Diana
looked at him between her legs and smiled contentedly.  Trevor stepped up
to Diana and started to place his dick, now quite hard again, into her
pussy.  As he was about to enter her, Diana reached down and stopped him.

   "Just a minute, darling, and we'll try something a little different."

   Without waiting for a reply, Diana reached to her bag and brought out
another bottle of lubricant.  She sat up and poured some into her hands,
which she rubbed over Trevor's dick.  She handed him the bottle and laid
back down, lifting her feet to his shoulders.

   "See if you can figure out what to do with the rest of that," Diana
said, watching Trevor.

   Still not saying anything, Trevor slowly poured some of the lubricant
over Diana's butt-hole and reached down to massage it in with his finger.
Trevor worked slowly in little circles, gradually working his way into the
brown ring.  Putting the bottle down, Trevor stepped up towards Diana
again, and placed his dick against her rectum.  Using his hands to hold her
legs up, Trevor slowly pushed in, and Diana inhaled as she felt her tight
hole slowly yield to his hard dick.  Trevor worked his way in and Diana
wasn't sure how much farther she could let him go; his dick wasn't much
bigger than her vibrator, but right now her butt-hole was trying to tell
her otherwise.

   Diana reached down and placed her hands on Trevor's legs, keeping him
from going any deeper.

   "Wait, wait, I need a second," Diana managed to get out.

   Trevor stopped and waited.  After a few seconds, Diana was able to relax
again and let Trevor continue.  Instead of trying to go deeper, Trevor
eased his dick out a little, and Diana felt her body relax a little more.
Trevor poured a little more lubricant on her butt and his dick and slowly
moved in again.  After his got about half of his shaft in, Diana tensed
again and Trevor backed out.  Trevor slowly started working his dick in and
out of Diana's butt-hole, not going in farther than half-way.  Diana had
started to relax now and was now breathing in short breaths.

   As Diana felt Trevor start fucking her butt-hole, she felt she could
relax a little more if she could get some additional stimulation down
there. Diana reached to her bag and brought out her vibrator.  Its familiar
buzz filled the treehouse when she rotated the switch and moved it down to
her pussy.  Diana pointed the vibrator down towards Trevor's dick and
started moving it lightly across her clitoris and then down into her slit.
After a few seconds, it was wet enough and Diana moved it into her pussy.
As she worked the vibrator in and out of her pussy with one hand, her other
fingers started slowly rubbing her clitoris.

   Having both holes filled brought a sensation that Diana hadn't expected,
and adding on the stimulation to her clitoris started pushing Diana over
the edge into a full-force tidal-wave of an orgasm.  Diana swore she could
feel three orgasms at the same time coming from her butt, pussy, and
clitoris.  Each felt very strong, and together they amplified each other to
the point that Diana felt she was going to pass out from pure pleasure.

   Diana could feel her pussy tightening around the vibrator at the same
time her butt-hole was tightening around Trevor's dick, and both felt
wonderful.  Somewhere, from far off, she could hear Trevor start to moan as
he started working his dick faster and deeper into her.  Soon she felt the
extra slickness in her butt-hole as he began to fill her with his come. 
She felt him pull her legs tight against his body holding himself insider
of her until his supply of come was exhausted.  Trevor leaned against
Diana's legs as his dick started softening inside her.

   As Trevor's dick softened, it soon felt out and Diana felt her butt-hole
stand open, missing the hot dick that had just left it, but sore and
wanting to rest from something it wasn't used to.  Diana eased the vibrator
out of her pussy and turned it off.  She moved it down to her butt-hole and
inserted it a little, providing some support to the muscles as they
continued to relax to get her butt-hole where back to where it was supposed
to be.  As her butt-hole began to feel a little better, she slowly moved
the vibrator out and put it down.

   After a few minutes, both of the teens started to regain a little
strength.

   "How was that for a surprise?" Diana asked.

   "It was a surprise, I can say that," Trevor replied, still looking down
at Diana's soggy pussy and butt, watching his come still slowly come out.

   "I thought you'd enjoy it.  You could say I've been practicing since the
last time you were here.  I think it paid off."

   "It sure did," replied Trevor, taking his eyes away from Diana's crotch
as he lowered her legs.  He moved up and lay down beside her on the toy
chest.  They wrapped their arms around each other, feeling each other's
tired and hot bodies; their heart beats starting to slow from all the
exertion they'd just had.

   "Now it's time for my surprise," Trevor said, as he reached down to his
pants.  Trevor pulled a ring from his front pocket and held it between his
fingers in front of Diana.  "This was my grandmother's ring.  I know you
can't wear it or do anything while you're in your mother's house, but maybe
once you graduate, you could join me at school and maybe you wouldn't mind
marrying me."

   Diana stared at the ring in Trevor's fingers, and then slowly reached
out to take it as her eyes started to fill with tears.

   "Oh, Trevor, it's beautiful," she managed to say before sliding it over
her finger and kissing him, holding his face in her hands.

   "I love you Diana, and I want to be with you forever."

   "I love you too, Trevor," Diana replied, as the tears started really
coming out.  "I'll wear it tonight and then hide it in my room.  It'll be
for us to know about and nobody else.  And, yes, once I'm out of school,
we'll be married wherever you want and I'll always be with you."

   With that, they both stopped talking and just held each other and soon
fell asleep in the warm treehouse.  After about an hour, Diana jerked
awake. Realizing where they were, she woke Trevor and they both started to
slowly clean up and get dressed.  They turned off the heater and lowered it
down to the ground with the extension cord and the other supplies.  As they
were getting ready to leave the treehouse, Trevor smiled.

   "What?" Diana asked, noticing.

   "This isn't going to come out quite the right way," Trevor said.

   "Say it anyway."

   Trevor took Diana in his arms and cupped her butt cheeks in her hands.

   "I was just thinking, you're ass belongs to me now."

   Diana gave a little laugh.  "Yes, I'd say that, too.  And you better
take damn good care of it."

   They went in the house and put down the supplies and Diana walked with
Trevor to the front door.  Trevor turned to Diana and hugged her again.

   "I didn't want to have to tell you this, especially not after tonight,
but I'm going to be going back to school just before New Year's on the
30th. The guy I got a ride with needs to go back early and I don't have a
choice."

   "I won't say that I'm happy about it, but you'll still be here for a few
days, so we'll get to see each other some during the coming days.  You
never know, our parents might even let us see each other tomorrow for
Christmas."

   "I love you, Diana," Trevor said, hugging her again.

   "I love you, too, Trevor," she replied as she broke away.  Diana could
feel the tears starting to come back as they kissed one last time.  Trevor
left and Diana went back inside to put things away.  Since she had the
time, Diana went back out to the treehouse and gave it a final cleaning and
closed it up.  Back inside the house, Diana went upstairs and got ready for
bed.  She hadn't really felt it before, but her butt-hole was a little sore
and she felt sticky as Trevor's come leaked out.  Diana took a shower and
got ready for bed.  She cleaned the vibrator and hid it away, and, as she
had promised, she took off Trevor's ring and hid it in her dresser.  She
was asleep as soon as she got into bed and didn't hear when her parents
came home.

   It was late afternoon, but Trevor and Diana did get to see each other
for Christmas.  Even though neither had talked about it before-hand, they
had both bought each other "parent-safe" presents.  Trevor bought a
necklace and pendant for Diana and she bought him a wallet and put a
picture of the two of them in it.  They also managed to see each other a
little over the next few days, and Trevor took Diana out to supper on the
night before he had to leave.  Diana thought about doing something for
Trevor, but the chance never really came up either at the restaurant or
when they got home (on time for the curfew her mother had given her).

   On New Year's Day, Diana was feeling bored and decided to go see a
movie. When she came home, Diana saw Trevor's mother talking to her mother
on the couch.  At first, Diana had a little panic thinking that they had
found out everything, or she knew the ring was missing.  Then Diana saw
that Trevor's mother was crying, and instantly became scared.  As she
walked into the room, Trevor's mother stood and hugged her, and tried to
talk.  After a few minutes, Diana's mother put her arms on her shoulder and
gently pulled her back from Diana.

   "Diana, Judith just found out that Trevor was killed in a car accident
going back to school.  She wanted to come tell you right away since you
meant so much to each other."

   Diana looked down at Trevor's mother, who could only nod and continued
crying.

   Over the next hour, Diana was able to hear the whole story that guy
Trevor was riding with (who survived without a scratch) was in a hurry to
get back to school because his girlfriend lived there.  They were driving
on New Year's Eve through a small town in Nevada and had been hit on the
passenger side by someone who was drunk and ran a red light (and also
survived without a scratch).  Trevor had been killed instantly as the
drunk's car T-boned theirs.

   Diana felt numb as she climbed the stairs after Judith left.  Without
thinking about it, she took the ring from its hiding place and put it on
and crawled into bed.  When Diana's mother came up to check on her, Diana
kept her hands under the covers to hide it.  The next day, after what
seemed like no sleep, even though she had actually slept all evening and
night, Diana realized she needed to let Jamie know.  She knew he wouldn't
be able to come home for the funeral, but he should know right away.  Diana
wrote a letter and got it into the mailbox to go out that day.

   Rather than go back inside, Diana walked over to Trevor's house.  There
were a few more cars there as some relatives came into town, but Diana had
no problem finding Trevor's mother and asking her to let her have some time
alone in Trevor's room.  When she was alone, she sat on the bed and looked
at different things around the room, things he had used but now would never
need again.  Diana walked over to his closet and pressed her face into his
jackets, trying to find a little of his scent for a memory.  Before she
left, Diana put ring that Trevor had given her into his dresser drawer for
his mother to find later on.

   Diana walked back home and spent the rest of the day alone.  The next
day was Trevor's funeral, and she went to it but spoke to almost no one
there except for his mother and a few friends from his high school class
that still lived in town.

   Diana started back at school the next day, but didn't really pay very
much attention throughout the day's classes.  When she got back home, she
saw that both of her parents were home.  As she walked inside and heard her
mother crying, she knew something had happened to Jamie.  When her mother
reached out and hugged her, she knew that Jamie was dead, too.  The
numbness in Diana just seemed to grow as her father confirmed that Jamie
had been killed in Iraq in an ambush while on a convoy.

   Diana stayed downstairs with her mother, and greeted family as they
arrived over the next few days for a memorial, but could not feel anything
behind the "thank you" she told everyone as they talked about how much of a
loss Jamie's death was.  The Army was very efficient at getting Jamie's
body home for burial and they managed to have the funeral within a week of
Trevor's funeral.  Diana missed a couple of days of school overall, but
wished she could have missed the whole week.  All she could feel was the
eyes of everyone on her, and all she could say was "thank you, no, I'm
fine" as they came up to hug her, asking if there was anything they could
do.

   On the day of Jamie's funeral, no one thought to check the mail.  When
Diana checked it the next day, she found three letters.  One was to her
parents from Jamie, one was to her from Jamie, and one was her letter to
Jamie that had been returned as undeliverable.  "He didn't know," Diana
thought when she saw it.  Diana took the letter to her upstairs and opened
it on her bed.  Looking at the date, she realized he must have written it
just before he was killed.

   Dear Diana, These last few weeks we've been really busy training for a
mission.  I can't say what or where, but for the first time since I've been
here, I'm scared.  I don't really expect to have to fight, but there is the
chance we'll have to.  So, while I have the chance, I just wanted to say
how much you've meant to me and how happy I am that you and Trevor found
each other.  And, I have to confess, that it was all a set-up.  I don't
mean you and Trevor--that was nature--I mean the treehouse.  I told Trevor
to go down to the house and come back after talking to you.  I made sure
that the door was unlocked, knowing (hoping) you'd come up there if you had
the chance.  And, I can say, I'm glad it worked.  And as much as I liked
the other boys, I'm glad that it came down to just the three of us.  I love
Trevor like a brother and I want the best for you two.  Now after writing
all of this, probably nothing will happen to me and you'll give me holy
hell the next time you see me.  I hope it's soon.  Love Jamie.  PS.  You
can tell Trevor that I told you if you want.  He had wanted to earlier but
I wouldn't let him.  PPS.  I'll send Mom and Dad a separate letter so they
won't try to read this one if they see it.  PPPS.  The "A" stands for
"anal" if you haven't figured that out by now.

   Diana put the letter down, being careful not to let her tears wet the
paper.  "He didn't know" was all she could think to herself.  He didn't
know that Trevor was gone, too.  Diana pushed the letter under her pillow
and lied down, crying harder, and eventually fell asleep.

   When she awoke, she knew her parents were home and had read their
letter. She went downstairs and read it, too.  It mainly stated how much
Jamie missed everyone and how he thought he'd be rotated out before much
longer.  When Diana put it down, the tears were coming down again.

   "He didn't know about Trevor," she said, picking up her unopened letter.


   "No, he didn't, but they're together now," Diana's mother replied as she
hugged Diana again.  Diana felt her father wrap both of them in his arms as
all of them cried.

   Diana woke up again in the present, where the treehouse had stood.  Had
she fallen asleep?  She must have, but everything had seemed so clear as
she thought back on Jamie, Trevor, the treehouse and everyone else.  She
had been crying again but had stopped.  Now she just had damp hair where
the tears had rolled down from her eyes.  It had been years since Diana had
really tried to remember everything; it had always been just too painful.

   After Jamie and Trevor had died, Diana's life continued.  She finished
high school and went to college.  She had not had another boyfriend until
she met David in her junior year at college.  After her BS she continued
there to work on her MS.  She had told her parents about David, but they
hadn't met yet and she wouldn't say how serious their relationship was.  In
fact, beyond the great sex, Diana wasn't sure herself how serious they
were. For all of their sexual adventures, she had never had anal sex with
David.  Trevor still owned her ass even though he was no longer there.  If
she were really serious about David, wouldn't she have given him that as
well?

   Diana stood and brushed off the grass.  She turned and went back into
the house.  As she was about to head back up to her room, she stopped and
then went to the garage.  She went to the recycle box and pulled out the
magazines that had come from the treehouse.  She looked through them again,
and pulled out the ones that she could remember sharing with Jamie and
Trevor, and put the others back.  She carried the small stack of magazines
up to her room and put them into her suitcase.

   Looking at them as she closed the lid, she thought "No, Mom, I do want
to remember Jamie this way.  And this is how I want to remember Trevor. 
And this is how I want to remember the treehouse and the fun we had and the
love we shared."

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