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Monica and I
By greenHex
This story is 100% true. Guess I can't write a disclaimer now.
I was 12. She was 13. I was sexually naive. I still doubt she was a
virgin. I was just hitting puberty, or rather it was hitting me,
hard. I knew all the facts about sex, my Mom made sure of that, but
that was all I knew. I could explain everything, but I really didn't
know what it meant.
It was one of those summer time gatherings my family has, well the
kids anyway. This was when all the cousins saw each other. Since the
parents were working all of the kids came together at my grandmothers
house and stayed there for at least a month during summer. That
usually meant about 12 kids in one five-bedroom house, (in the
suburbs) and most of my cousins are girls. That particular summer
there were about 11 of us, only three were boys. Sleeping
arrangements had us split up evenly. The older girls had their own
room, and everyone else slept wherever they wanted.
Monica had ended up in the back bedroom with the boys because of a
fight with the other girls. So we reluctantly allowed her into our
"club", but because the room only had two single beds we pushed
together, she had to sleep on a mattress on the floor.
It was a warm night. We had all the windows open, but the heat was
bearing down on us and sleeping so close between to other boys didn't
help. They seemed to be sleeping well enough. I on the other hand
was up in the middle of the night sweating and trying vainly to get to
sleep. A groan and some shuffling from the foot of the bed made me
remember that my cousin was down there all-alone on a double bed
mattress. Quietly I got up and quietly made my way around the bed to
where she was laying curled into a ball sleeping soundly. I leaned in
closer to her and tried to see if her eyes were open.
"Monica..." I whispered. "Monica ... " I whispered again. No
response, she was definitely sleeping. I lay quietly with my back to
her and drifted off to sleep.
I think it was her hand that woke me, or the cool breeze that came
through the window. When I awoke it was still dark, but her hand was
around me and I could feel her body pressed against mine. Another
cool breeze blew through the window, and I heard her murmur and
squeeze me for a second. On an impulse I turned to face her, draped
my hand across her shoulder and snuggled her closer. I didn't realize
she was awake until her hand slowly moved down and under my T-shirt
and began rubbing my back gently. I groaned contently, something
about how she rubbed my back and the closeness made gave me a warm
happy feeling inside. I didn't realize the hard-on I was getting
until she began to gyrate her body against me.
"You aren't wearing any underwear," she purred into my ear.
"No...I don't wear any to bed," I whispered back, thinking her
statement a question.
Then it really got strange for me. Without any kind of warning she
slipped her hand into my short pants and grabbed my hard cock. My
surprise was muffled when she leaned forward and pressed her lips
against mine, forcing my lips apart and slipping her tongue in my
mouth. The kissing didn't scare me as much, I had French kissed girls
before, but the way she attacked me, pressing her small body against
mine really made it weird. Suddenly she withdrew, released my cock
and moved away from my body slightly. She reached up under the long
shirt she wears to bed and removed her black panties from under it and
put them at the side of the mattress. Then she reached over grabbed
the band on my pants and yanked them down, freeing my engorged shaft.
"What are..." I began.
"Shhhh..." she cut me off sharply and put right hand over her my
mouth. I got my first smell of her pussy. It was a musty smell. I
loved it.
She grabbed my dick with her other hand and climbed on top of me,
sitting on the length of my cock so that it separated the lips of her
pussy like a hot dog in a bun. She let go of my cock slipped her hand
back under my shirt and began rubbing my chest. Slowly she began
moving up and down, the heat and slick fluids from her pushing coating
my dick. I froze. It felt great. The incredible heat and moisture
was the greatest thing I ever felt. It was fuzzing my brain. I
couldn't think I just lay them immobile as she gyrated, leaving a
slick trail all over my dick. Her breathing started to get heavy and
she began to move faster, groaning quietly as she rubbed her shaft
furiously along her teenage clit. I felt it build inside me like
nothing I have ever felt, nothing I could describe. Slapping noises
filled the air as she began bucking against me, the head of my cock
slipping almost in between her lips as she groaned furiously. At one
level I was scared we would wake someone, but the rest of me didn't
care. I came first my body tensed and the cum spurted out from my
head onto my stomach as her gyrating spread it between us mixing it
with her juices already on my stomach. She came right after. She
stopped suddenly, pressed into me, tilting her head up. I could see
her eyes open wide and a tiny wail escaped her lips. Then she
collapsed unto me gasping. She looked into my eyes and then got off
me slowly rubbing her hand over the head of my cock as she did. She
examined the sticky cum silently in the dark for a second and then
sniffed and tasted it. She cringed a bit and then wiped the rest off
on her damp shirt and retrieved her panties. Finally I pulled my
pants back up and hugged her gently as she joined me on the bed. I
quickly drifted off to sleep.
She was gone when I awoke the next morning. By the time I got up and
dumped my clothes in the wash, because of the smell coming from it,
and took a shower, I was told she had left earlier to make a trip to
the grocery with one of my aunts. She seemed to avoid me from then
on. She hardly said a word to me for the rest of summer. I think she
was mad at me for not taken an active role, or embarrassed and ashamed
of what happened. I admit I'm not, I liked it, and my only regret was
how I froze up. Anyway the next summer we met she acted like nothing
happened. She alluded any mention of our activities, or changed the
subject when we got into anything that might lead to that area.
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