Barbara 2: Life Is About Learning Moments

By Romany

(T/g)

Continued from �Barbara: Rites of Passage� Chapters 1-4


Chapter 5 - Gaining Knowledge

Alas this new morning time-slot opportunity to pursue our sexual
contact was thwarted. It came with the return of Jarrod to the
morning routine the next day and the opportunity of a quick
blow job before school went on hold. In fact the next three weeks
saw more celibacy enforced on the two of us as circumstances
conspired to defeat any efforts to be alone. No visits to granny
by her mother. No weekend outings, and the idea of sex in her bed
after lights out was off the list as I thought it was too risky
having sex with the entire family in the house. On the other
side, I was also still very ignorant of female sexuality and it
had occurred to me that all of the sexual contact was very much
biased to my gratification. I knew that females had orgasms but
did not know how. I believed the lack of any genuine excitement
on Barbara's part was solely due to her age and that she was
physically not capable of sexual pleasure until she hit puberty.

One wet stormy day Barbara was home first as she often was, and
she was squatting in front of the fire with some school books
spread out in front of her. I followed the usual post-school
ritual by slumping in the armless easy chair not quite directly
in front of her, and sure enough the legs splayed open and I got
the view to her crotch. She looked at me knowingly and I quietly
rearranged my hardening cock in my school trousers so it lay like
a small sausage across one side of my groin; just visible as the
trousers stretched over it. She grinned and exaggerated the
licking of her lips. Our telegraphic foreplay was shattered as
Phyllis came into the room and this caused us to reposition
ourselves quickly so as not to arouse her suspicions as to why
the two of us had out legs spread in our respective poses.

"Barbs I'm going over to Nanna's and I want you to come and help
me with some furniture she wants moved around," Phyllis said.
Barbara scowled and argued as to why she should go. It was to no
avail as Phyllis needed the help and it was very much an order
disguised as a request. It now annoyed Phyllis when her youngest
daughter did not show willing as she had expected. Barbara and
Phyllis left and I went into the room to start my homework. The
rest of the day went very much as usual, with Martin and Jarrod
arriving home about the same time as Barbara and Phyllis returned
from Nanna's. Phyllis was now appreciative of Barbara's efforts
at helping her in changing Nanna's sitting room around and
related her praise at the dinner table; despite Barbara�s
reluctance to go in the first place. Phyllis didn't bother to
mention the initial reluctance to help on Barbara's part, and
Martin commended the young girl on her Good Samaritan deed. As
the evening drew on, the weather deteriorated further into a full
gale and rain. The old house shuddered and creaked as the wind
buffeted the weatherboard sides and the rain lashed the roof. The
mood of the family was one of sanctuary required, and without any
discussion everyone headed for bed at least thirty minutes
earlier than usual routine. Finally the house was dark and silent
apart from the storm outside. I lay in my bed and thought about
and slowly stroked my semi-hard cock as I always did. One of
those languid feelings of the cock rather than masturbatory
stroking. Then it came to me. There was a lot of noise from the
elements outside that I could barely hear Martin snoring in his
bed along the hall-way. Perfect. The storm was an audible cover
for me to enter Barbara's room. I considered the risk and gave
the plan thumbs up.

I got out of bed and quietly moved to the bedroom doorway and put
the half-open door between me and Jarrod. If the deaf nerd was
lying awake, I didn't want him to see my shadow loitering at the
doorway while I cased the scene. Martin's snoring was louder,
standing here; nearly in the hall. I stopped and wondered if his
snoring was keeping Phyllis awake. I decided it wasn't as I know
she had reprimanded him on occasions when it did. So loudly
sometimes that Barbara had commented on it next day. Her room was
next to theirs on the opposite side of the hall to Jarrod and my
room. I went slowly along the hall toward Barbara's bedroom. I
tiptoed when I got to Phyllis and Martin's bedroom door then back
onto quiet padding feet once past. I stood in Barbara's open
doorway and peered in. Martin's snoring was still steady and just
as audible in her doorway as my own. And the storm raged outside.
I tiptoed into her bedroom and slowly arrived at the bedside, one
hand feeling for the bed. My next challenge was to wake her
without fright lest she call out and wake her parents. I needn't
have bothered. As soon as I touched the bed, I saw her shape loom
up, half sitting, and half reclining. She knew it was me. Without
a word she drew the blankets back. I felt them flick my arm and
knew she was inviting me in beside her. I slid noiselessly in
beside her and we embraced and kissed slowly and passionately.
New territory. In her bed and together again.

For the next 10-15 minutes we petted and kissed until finally I
felt her hand grasp my now hard cock. She kissed me once more and
her head dived beneath the covers. I felt the warm mouth engulf
my cock and she started jacking the shaft as she sucked me. I
half lay on my back, half on my side as she drew me deeper into
her throat then eased me out and licked the head. The hand was
doing a fantastic job stroking deep to my ball sack and I was
getting close. So close I had to slow her down and squeeze the
base to choke off any premature ejaculation. I eased her over
onto her back, still grasping my cock. I reached a hand over her
body and slowly made to move over on top of her. She adjusted her
position in the bed to avoid me straddling her and whispered;

"No. Not here. I don't want a mess."

I paused, then ignoring her plea; I reached down with one hand
while the other supported my upper body weight. Using my fingers,
I made to spread her labia. Of course she was dry. We'd need
Vaseline.

"Stevie no", she whispered again. This time with more urgency.
"We'll make a mess and mom will see and find out" she cautioned.
"Let me suck you. I can keep it all in." she volunteered.

I knew she was right. I eased back down off her and she moved her
head back under the blankets. She had not let go of my cock from
the moment I had entered the bed and embraced her. She worked
expertly and I could hear the faint sucking and slurping noises
of her mouth on my cock. The storm raged outside and yet I felt
so warm and safe in her bed. I was feeling immense pleasure and
very smug about this situation we had fashioned between us. My
ego was soaring somewhere above the clouds. Reality returned with
the dull sweet ache somewhere in the middle of the groin that
announces the onset of orgasm. I began fucking my hips up to her
face, using my lower back muscles to swivel my hips at her. I was
now fucking her face, and finally the cum burst forth as I pushed
deep, stifling my cries of joy at the exquisite release. I
realised she had her fist gripped tight on my cock and she was
stifling the gurgling she was forced to make as my cock hit the
back of her throat each push as I spewed my cum into her. She
toiled with the onslaught of cum in her mouth while she ensured I
did not push deep into her throat to choke her. This way she
plugged her own mouth to trap the ejaculation while she allowed
her throat to contract and swallow the cum from her mouth.
Finally she took my cock out of her mouth and I heard her gasp
several times as she regulated her breathing. She slowly returned
above the blankets and we embraced and kissed, she still holding
my softening cock.

She eventually lay back in the crook of my arm and we must have
dozed off. I woke and looked at the luminous face of my watch.
2:20am. Shit! I'd been here nearly 4 hours. She was lying still
in my arms and I could hear her regular breathing. It was then I
realised there was far less noise from the wind and rain outside.
The storm was abating. I'd better think about getting back to my
own bed. I stroked her face and kissed her cheek. She went
�mmmmm� at the touch and reached up and took my hand. I thought
she wanted to hold it, as a small sign of affection but to my
surprise she pushed it down between us and guided it into the
waistband of her PJs. I got the inference and moved it between
her legs. She rolled halfway back onto her back and spread her
legs. My fingers moved into her warm slit and I was taken by
surprise. She was decidedly moist. Something I'd not experienced
from her before. She rolled back and flexed her body like a cat
and drew her knees half up. She lifted her pelvis as a "get
started" gesture and I rolled onto my side and began to stroke
her inner lips while occasionally pushing my middle finger into
her vagina to the second knuckle. She was breathing quite heavily
now and I swear she was getting wetter. She grabbed my wrist and
moved my hand up her slit. I trailed the fingers and loosely
flicked them up then out the top of her slit. That did something.
She suddenly let out quite a loud sigh as my fingers trailed over
a small flexible nodule I could feel just inside the top of her
sex lips. I noted the response and immediately repeated the
stroke. The same sigh of encouragement again. I started a
rhythmic flicking of the fingers up over this flexible nubbin and
realised it must be her clitoris. Eureka! I have found it. With
this new-found knowledge I settled in to work the area in this
fashion and I was delighted when she started to move her pelvis
in time to the fingers trailing over her clitoris. She was also
lightly arching her back and I realised she was trying to offer
me her nubile breasts which had grown noticeably the past month
or two. I removed the other arm from around her neck, and while
it was somewhat awkward as it was the one I was lying on, I was
able to search and find her little nipple under her PJs and
immediately started tweaking it through the cloth. Her PJ top was
a pullover type so there were no buttons to release her small
mounds. But she pulled the bottom of the top away from the pants
and urgently guided my hand up and inside the top, to the nipple.
My next lesson. How to work the nipples at one speed while
working her clitoris at another. I needn't have worried. She put
one of her hands over each of mine and quickly regulated my
rhythm. My heart burst with joy as I realised she was in tune
with her body.

She coached me in speed and occasionally restricted the flick of
my fingers on her clitoris and pushed my hand down and held it
hard against it. I soon discovered she wanted direct pressure as
an alternative to the flicking motion. We quickly reached the
right tempo of variation and I soon realised she was beginning to
move about quite a lot with her hips and her upper chest where I
was now pinching the stiff little nipples quite hard. She was
clearly enjoying the touching. Then it started to get more
insistent and she was now making low moaning noises from deep in
her chest, which seemed to choke off in her mouth, as I noted she
was getting restless and deduced she was really turned on by the
feeling. I concentrated hard on the clitoris, believing it was
the key, but this brought a subtle rebuke when she realised I was
using my own rhythm on her body. She went back to instructing
with her hand. Finally she began moving in short sharp jerks of
her hips and forced my hand hard against her entire pubis. This
way she shunted the top of her vulva up against my restrained
hand and I was aware now that she had her teeth clenched judging
by the hissing noises she made. Of course. She was stifling the
noise because of the closeness of her sleeping parents. Suddenly
she gave a hard jerk against me and gasped audibly, unable to
stifle her rising emotion any more. She gasped more loudly, two
or three times and then a low moan followed. Her whole back was
raised up off the mattress as she suspended herself between her
shoulders and her heels as she rutted her pelvis against my hand,
which she held hard against hers, and crushed my other hand onto
the nipple it was tightly squeezing. She spasmed a couple of more
times then collapsed. She lay there slowly dragging my hand over
here pubis while she held my other hand against her breast. I
heard her struggling to regain her breathing and eventually she
seemed to relax until she stopped manipulating my hands.

I lay still beside her. Hands still on her pubis and breasts. She
lay quite still, breathing steadily. After what seemed like a
long period of no movement, I realised she was asleep. I slowly
removed my aching hand from her PJ top. The lower arm was almost
asleep with the cramped position it had been held in, as well as
with my own body weight on it. The pins and needles sensation
soon started to flow into the lower forearm and wrist. I slowly
took my hand off her pubis, and more as a touch of discovery,
eased the fingers into her slit and I was amazed how wet she was.
She moved her legs together as an involuntary reflex and I took
my hand away. I was surprised just how wet she had become and I
bought my fingers to my nose to smell. I detected the sweet
sickly acrid scent of urine. She had peed a little when she had
cum. I eased the hand back down between her legs but further
under her crotch. Sure enough the backside of her PJs was quite
damp. I retrieved my hand and lay back to digest this new
marvelous information I had gained from the entire experience. I
checked my watch. Hell. Now 3:05am. I'd better get out of here.
The storm had really quieted down and my cover was gone. I eased
from the bed and covered her up with the quilt, and slowly tip
toed to the door. Instead of going back to my bedroom
immediately, I went straight to the bathroom and closed the door.
I felt for the tumbler that was in its bracket above the basin
and withdrew it and filled it with cold water. I drank the cool
water and rinsed the tumbler, before returning it to the holder.
All this by touch. I then moved back up the hall to my bedroom
and finally I slipped into bed. I lay for some time and reflected
on what I had learned. This night was a watershed in Barbara and
my relationship. She now clearly knew what she wanted. But she
had never displayed any interest in her own pleasure before. She
must have come to a few conclusions about herself somehow. I
couldn't believe this was so new for her, as she was so definite
about what she wanted me to do. How had she become aware of this
new sensation so much as to know what she wanted me to do? I lay
there in admiration at her control and guidance of me. I was so
happy we had found a mutual enjoyment in our sexual contact. With
this feeling I drifted off to sleep.


Chapter 6 - The Relationship Deepens

It was like I had a checklist of achievement. Almost ticking off
the points since initial contact. Of course her virginity had
gone during the latter part of our first real encounter. That
still remained the one and only encounter of full penetration.
But the knowledge and maturity shown before that time was very
basic. The lessons learned and the skill and deft handling of
each other was now fashioning a real sexual intimacy in our
relationship; something to work on. We were on a parallel
learning curve from the baseline of our respective gender. In
reflection, she was several points higher on the scale of
maturity to deal with the situation. Somehow here decision to
renounce part of her Catholic upbringing by refusing to confess
this "sin" demonstrated she was a lot tougher than I was. Her
attitude to me was effectively curbing the adolescent approach I
could have taken to her, given her age. But she was so honest and
loving towards me in her participation in this journey of
joint-discovery that she had somehow humbled me and the
perspective of her as a little kid had never surfaced. I was
treating her exactly at my age level. She was often behaving
beyond her years, and mine, with a sensibility about the
situation we had developed.

Her 12th birthday came and went in late September. She had a
party and several of her nubile school friends attended the
party. We were all present one Saturday afternoon and it was a
real treat to see her how she was blossoming. The party went very
well and she got some nice gifts. Of course Phyllis had not
displayed the training bras she had brought, but there were a few
chuckles and inferences about them from Nanna and a couple of the
party guests moms who had also tagged along. I felt a bit of a
misfit. I had no real part in the family and an even lesser part
as a teenage boy present at a middle school girl�s birthday
party. I did note one of the visiting moms regarding me with
almost suspicion, being around 6 nubile preteen girls. I sensed
her disapproval and drifted off to my bedroom following the
opening of the gifts. But almost as an offset to this mother's
dissatisfaction with me being there, Barbara came to my room a
couple of times, ostensibly to ask questions on behalf of Phyllis
(would I like some more cake etc.) and each visit one or two of
the friends accompanied her. There were a few giggles and
schoolgirl embarrassment at being in my room but I perceived that
the girls at least missed my company at the table. I was
persuaded to rejoin and the disapproving mom was put in her place
as to whether or not I should be there, by Phyllis chiding me for
leaving in the first place.

From this new feeling of welcome, I was able to run my gaze over
the preteens, and a very nice bunch they were to. Two of them in
particular were very stunning. Alyssa did child modeling for
girls clothing flyers and mailers and Cindy was a very good
gymnast. Both showed a deal of interest in Barbara's "other
brother". The remaining three, Cherry, Alana and Kristy were
plain in comparison to Alyssa and Cindy, but Kristy was blessed
with a gorgeous blond mane and Alana had a pair of boobs a grown
woman would kill for. Cherry was not blessed with great facial
beauty due to a rather hooked nose, but had a very nice over-all
figure as 12-year-old girls go. All six of the nymphets,
including my lovely Barbara, were genuinely lovely little hard
bodies. Following the party I quickly discovered the training
bras were now part of Barbara's daily attire and this gave me a
further lesson in how to get at the now fast growing mounds, with
one hand. We had a regular secret sex life, albeit without actual
fucking. Oral sex was very much the norm with the occasional
blowjobs in the bike shed as well as the times we found ourselves
with more than a half hour alone, when I could masturbate her;
not always to orgasm but she clearly enjoyed the attempts. This
became a mission for me to strive to be one hundred percent at
giving her pleasure in our contact. The need to be able to fuck
properly was still very much a road I needed to go back down.
There had still only been one instance of sex, when we had both
lost our virginity on the very fist day we had sexual contact.
But the opportunities just did not seem to easily present
themselves. But there was still one other sexual activity which
we had not explored to add to our repertoire.

I was also beginning to have a semblance of a social life as
well. My school friend Dutch Matti had obtained a driving permit
and despite the law prohibiting him from taking unlicensed
passengers, his mother turned a blind eye when he went out in her
old Buick and usually he called to pick me up. On one particular
Saturday afternoon we cruised the main street of town and I have
to confess it was a neat experience. The weather wasn't great and
the girls were mostly rugged up against the cold. But we did
manage to "pull" Marilyn Grant from our school. She was a very
forward talkative girl and despite a lot of trying, could never
land a boyfriend on account of being a little plump. Matti quite
liked her though, and when we pulled over she got into the car
with a friend who was in town staying with her for the weekend.
The four of us drove around a bit and then we headed out to the
local beach. We were greeted with a very windswept sea vista so
we sat in the car and watched the angry surf. Matti and Marilyn
made small talk and I gazed out to the sea and started to think
about Barbara. Marilyn's friend Amy was a bit of a scarecrow so I
wasn't much interested in chatting to her. She sat mute in the
back with me while Matti and Marilyn got to know each other. I
was aware that Marilyn was trying to interest me in Amy and she
made a couple of attempts to swap seats with me. I pretended I
didn't hear and I guess I was a bit of a party pooper for her and
Matti, but I wasn't about to hook a bean pole and take one for
the team! We eventually drove back into town and dropped the
girls. Amy's farewell was one of contempt and the two hurried off
down the street to rendezvous with Marilyn's mother who was to
collect them from the town centre. Matti berated me good
naturedly for being a damp squib but I let it pass over me. We
rode around a bit more then Matti suggested we go back to his
place for a sandwich. I was a little reticent as I was somewhat
intimidated by his mother who was a very liberal lady and she
embarrassed me rather than scared me. Deep down she was very kind
and always welcomed me to their home. But we were both broke and
a little hungry so it was a good alternative to endless loops of
the town centre.

We arrived at his house and went inside. Matti raided the fridge
and came up with a selection of cold cuts, and found part of a
French loaf. We made subs and sat on the couch and watched TV. I
hadn't seen his mother anywhere but I was aware of some voices in
one of the rooms off the tiny lounge. Suddenly Matti�s older
sister Anja came out and was part way into the room dressed in a
pair of fawn colored bikini briefs and no bra. Her tits were
magnificent and her briefs bulged tight at the pubis. Matti
swiveled round as he heard her.

"Hey. What's this sis?" he demanded. She jumped in fright when
she heard his voice and looked across and saw us. She drew her
arm across her breasts as she yelped and ran back into the room,
slamming the door. Matti was genuinely pissed at his sister
display. He looked sullenly at the TV. I was looking back at the
closed door and trying to retain the memory of Anja's magnificent
boobs and crotch.

"What was that all in aid of?" I asked.

"Fucking tramp," Matti mumbled through his sub.

I looked at him steadily.

"What! She's in there with some guy?" I asked incredulously.

It was 4:30pm and besides I had not heard Matti talk about her
having a boyfriend at all.

"Sort of," he said without elaborating.

"Sort of?" I asked. "What do you mean sort of?"

He turned and looked at me and realised I wasn't going to let
this go.

"She's in there with some fucking dyke," he spat out the words.

I was further confused.

"Dyke? What? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Dyke, lez, you know, cunt-licker," he snarled.

I realised what he meant when he said lez.

"She's in there with a lesbian?" I asked in surprise. "What, how,
when..." I stammered the words as I spoke.

This was something I hadn't anticipated.

"Stupid bitch got picked up by some dyke who chowed down and
turned her," he answered.

"Explain to me?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Just like I said. She went out drinking a couple of weeks back
and somehow wound up at a party where she met this girl. She
didn't come home that night and the next day she seemed all
excited about this nice person she met the night before".

He munched a bit more of the sub.

"When ma gave her a lecture on getting involved with cheap pick
ups and VD and stuff, she blurted out it was a woman," he
continued. "You know my ma? She took it all in her stride and was
actually pleased it wasn't one of the loser sleazebags Anja
usually pulls. At least she wasn't going to get knocked up
again," he said almost as an after thought. "I think ma might
have been a muff muncher at some time as well," he continued
almost ruefully.

"Muff muncher?" I queried.

"Shit man. Don't you know anything?� he asked with disdain. �You
know, cunt licker, lesbo, cunnil...cunnial...cunnilingus," he
struggled for the word.

Not that I knew what it meant and the dense look on my face must
have surprised him.

�Look dopey. When two lezzys get together, they spend a lot of
time sucking each other. There snatch and on their clits," he
explained.

"You mean the lick each other's cunts?" I asked.

"Correct. My dumb sister is in there having the dyke eat her out
and vice versa," He said. "The dykes been here most days for the
last two weeks. As soon as ma showed she didn't disapprove of
her.�

I fell silent while I munched my sub and pondered this new
information. I knew about lesbianism but didn't know too much
about cunnilingus, as Matti had put it. But it seemed to fit. It
also occurred to me that if woman give men blowjobs that men
like, so why not men give woman cunnilingus that the women like.
Like, if a lesbian can use her tongue on another woman then a man
could do it to a woman just as easily. Matti realised I had gone
quiet and turned to look at me.

"What�re thinking?" he asked.

"Oh, um, just the thought of putting my mouth down there," I
said.

He laughed loudly.

"Down there? Down there?" he mimicked. "Geez men shove their
dicks in girls and fags throats so why can't lezzys or men blow a
woman the same?" he chortled.

Exactly what I had deduced. I nodded my agreement. Just then the
door opened again and Anja came out dressed in a short skirt and
polo top. She glanced derisively at us and quickly passed through
the room. I heard the toilet door close. I was just about to
speak when a movement caught my eye. Standing in the doorway of
the bedroom Anja had just left, was a woman who seemed about
Matti's mother's age. Certainly she was a lot older than Anja.
She looked as hard as nails and was dressed in a black tee shirt
and black jeans. I noted she had plump thighs and appeared to
have big saggy tits. Her light brown hair was cut more like a
man�s and she wore a single earring. She scoffed at us in obvious
contempt, and turned and went back into the room. I collapsed on
the couch and stifled my laughter.

"Christ. What a dragon," I whispered. "Your Anja is a knockout
compared to that slug," I continued.

"Tell me about it," Matti replied. "It turns my guts thinking
about my sister in the raw let alone that dyke slobbering between
her thighs," he said.

"And your ma is OK with this," I asked.

"Yep. I guess she knows its not gonna get her another grand kid,"
he said on a more positive note.

I frowned my disbelief his mother could be so cool about this. He
looked at me and simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on Steve. I'd better take you home. Ma will be home soon
and she wants the car tonight. My slack sister and her date are
taking ma to a party later on. I'm babysitting Jacob," he said,
and started to rise. Jacob was Anja's eleven month old son; the
result of her promiscuous ways.

"OK. Pity. I was hoping we could do something. Maybe a movie or
something," I replied.

"Nah. Sorry. Maybe next week I can get the car and we can cruise.
I'd like to maybe hook up with Marilyn," he said.

My expression caused him to frown.

"What? She's OK. We get on well and she's a nice person," he
defended his taste.

He was right. I actually thought she was OK to. It's just that
the smooth guys in our class had her labeled as a cock teasing
mouthy bitch. I doubted she had ever slept with anyone. Her folks
were quite rich and I got the impression her social contact was
well monitored, hence her desire for us to go and sit at the
beach and not orbit the main street with her in the car. Matti
took me home and I went inside and straight to my room. I slumped
on my bed and pondered the events at Matti's place. Matti had
come through with some stunning information about sex. I never
really understood about lesbians but now he had painted it as
parallel interests that men have for a woman, I could rationalize
the physical side of it at least. But I had no concept of the
emotional bent which would make one girl desire another. I
wondered about the girl pairings I had seen at school. Surely
they weren't lesbians? But it was his comment about cunnilingus,
or oral sex, that most intrigued me. If that were a major part of
girl to girl sex, then what would stop a man from using the same
technique? And as he had once previously explained about girls
knowing their own bodies best, did that mean men would give other
men better blowjobs as a comparison to girls knowing girls best?
I shuddered at the thought. But the oral sex bit intrigued me. I
sat on the bed with my back against the headboard and skimmed
through a car magazine I had bought that afternoon. Suddenly
Barbara poked her head around the door.

"Is Jarrod...?" she broke off when she saw I was alone.

I grinned at her and winked. She looked back over her shoulder
then quickly came across the room to my bed. She was wearing a
new pair of Levis and had a tight roll neck sweater on, through
which I could see the imprint of her bra. She still had a long
overcoat on so I deduced she had been out. She looked at the door
and then quickly leaned forward and placing a hand on my inner
thigh she leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed back and put a
hand to her face. She broke the kiss.

"Mum and dad are going to Carter's tonight. The Carter's want
Jarrod and me to go to but I can try and get out of it," she
volunteered.

Just then we heard the toilet along the hall flush and she
started, breaking the kiss. She quickly wheeled away from me and
headed to the door in semi panic. Just as she got to the door
Jarrod met her in the doorway.

"Mum is looking for you," she said loudly, compensating for
Jarrod's poor hearing. "She's got some clothes from Denham�s for
you to try on," she explained.

With that she unceremoniously pushed past her brother and left.
Jarrod liked her news and he to wheeled and went back out the
door. He returned about 10 minutes later with two deep paper
shopping bags with �Denham� on the side. His mother was close
behind and there followed a brief fashion show while she made him
try on two shirts and a pair of sports pants. She smiled cheerily
at me while her son tried the clothing, asking how my day went. I
gave her a bare explanation of my afternoon but she wasn't really
listening. She turned back to Jarrod and fussed with the collar
of one of the shirts he was trying. She wasn't sure she liked it
on him. She was also explaining that they were going to the
Carters after dinner; to see some home movies the Carter's
apparently had taken on their trip to Hawaii, which had come back
from the lab. She said they wanted Jarrod to go as company for
their son Raymond who was the same age. Jarrod didn't know
Raymond as the Carter's were new to town. Mr. Carter worked at
the store Martin managed. Jarrod showed a degree of indifference
but as he never ever went against his mother�s wishes,
reluctantly agreed.

"I'm not sure about your sister," she added. "She's been
difficult all afternoon."

I looked at Phyllis.

"Do you need a baby sitter," I grinned.

Phyllis laughed and lowered her voice.

"Don't let her hear you say babysitter," she laughed. "She'll
have a fit."

I grinned back.

�What?� Jarrod said as his mother�s voice dropped below his
hearing threshold.

�Nothing dear. Just talking about your worldly sister,� she
laughed, winking at me.

"Well I'm not going out at least," is what I meant.

She smiled.

"OK Stevie. I'll keep that in mind. I'm not sure if I want her
with a sour face all night anyway. The Carter's are such lovely
people." Turning to Jarrod she said, "Raymond�s also trying to
get in with Father Patrick as an alter boy Jarrod, so you might
see a lot of him around church. He's also at your school though I
expect you won't know who he is as yet," she added.

The clothes fitting came to an end and it was decided to keep all
of the garments. Phyllis took the bags and tags away and Jarrod
hung the clothes in the closet that we shared. He left the room
and I was alone once more. At dinner, there was a debate whether
Barbara should go to ethe Carter's. Barbara put on a
perfect-little-bitch act and eventually both parents gave in when
I assured them I was staying in. I usually went to the movies
Saturdays but said I had some revision to do for some tests
coming up early December. Barbara acted the brat perfectly and
Martin in particular was a bit pissed with her. They left about
7:30pm and finally, for the first time in many weeks, we were
alone for more than an hour or so. I was lounging on my bed when
she came flying through the door and jumped on top of me on the
bed.

"They've gone, they've gone, they've gone," she sang in a
repetitive tune, as she started to wrestle my hands back over my
head while sitting astride my waist.

She leaned down.

"They've gone. For three whole hours at least," she said softly
and leaned in and kissed me.

She had my hands pinned so I lay passive and let her mouth mash
against mine and I felt her tongue snake in and search my mouth.
I responded and eventually attempted to move a hand to take a
measure of control. But she laughed into my mouth through her
kiss and tried pinning my hands tighter against the pillow by my
head. I knew I could throw her easily so I went along with the
dominant theme she was playing. She began by working her butt
back off my waist so it pressed directly against my groin. In
fact she caught my balls and I felt a sudden flash of pain and
gasped. She realised what she had done and giggled an apology as
she released a hand and put it to her mouth as a sign of surprise
she had wounded me.

"Sorry Stevie," she whispered, barely suppressing a giggle. "I'll
make it better," she volunteered and she started to slide further
back so she was straddling my shins.

She reached for my belt buckle and deftly undid the belt. Next
she undid the button and slowly, and deliberately while staring
at me with a grin on her face, slid the zipper down.

"What's this?" she asked an obvious rhetorical question.

She reached into my flies and rolled the waistband of my briefs
down a far as she could and my cock came to view. I wasn't hard
but starting to go that way in anticipation. My cock was lying to
one side of my groin, against my upper thigh. She reached in and
delicately maneuvered it out and pushed the waist below my balls
with a degree of difficulty given the restriction of my jeans,
which could not open far enough to allow easier access. The
waist-band caught under my scrotum and pressed against the base
of my cock which caused it to stand involuntarily while it slowly
inflated as my arousal pumped the blood into the cells, engorging
it until I was more than half hard. She wrapped a hand around it
in a dagger grip and began to slowly jack it while she sat
smiling down at me. I sighed loudly. Somewhat of a sham for her
benefit and she grinned.

"Oooh. He likes this," she said in a little girly voice. "He
wants to play some with me," she continued in her little voice.

To be honest it was a bit annoying but I went along with it.

"He wants to be a nice tonsil tickler," I said in a stupid voice
to match her girlish mood.

"Tonsil tickler?" she mimicked. "A tonsil tickler?"

"A deep throating tonsil tickler," I said.

"Hmmmm. I wonder how we can help him do that," she bubbled.

I was actually quite hard by now. I could see the head of my cock
sticking above her fist. It glistened where the precum had been
smeared as she had slowly jacked me. She let me go and sat
upright, drawing her hair behind each ear. Then she slowly leaned
forward and I saw her lips part as, her face was replaced by the
top of her head in my field of vision. I felt her take the shaft
and then the warm wetness of her luscious lips as she slowly drew
me into her mouth. I craned my neck, my hands still lying up
beside my head on the pillow as if I were surrendering to some
unknown conqueror. I saw her nose beneath the fringe and could
see the back of her hand as she held me mid shaft to ensure I did
not push beyond the depth set by her hand. A trick she practiced
regularly to curb my sometimes rough pushes into her throat. I
saw glimpses of her top lip as she moved her head up and down on
my cock. It was gorgeous. I disciplined myself to let her manage
the entire action and it was as much as I could stand not to grab
her head with my hands. But she had gotten so good at this I lay
back and let her have me. And as usual it didn't take long before
I cried out and jerked my hips. As she was sitting on my shins, I
managed to muster a degree of leverage and my cock momentarily
slid past her grip and she gagged as I managed to hit the back of
her throat as I started to spurt into her young mouth. She
quickly recovered control and regulating the depth with a tighter
grip, I spurted the remains of a beautiful strong cum into her
eager mouth. She swallowed and stroked me as a brief afterglow,
milking the last drops from me. I groaned, overdoing it again,
and moved my hips obscenely around as I allowed her to finally
lave off the end of my cock. I was spent. She sat back up and
tucked the hair that had fallen from behind her ears, back again.

"No, don't," I said and reached for her hair.

She was too far back to reach and she looked surprised at my
action.

"What?" she asked quizzically.

"Your hair. Leave it as normal," I said wearily, still getting
over the depth of my orgasm. "I love your face framed by that
lovely raven hair," I said.

She did as I asked her and sat still looking at me; obviously
touched by my compliment.

"You are so beautiful Barb," I said softly.

I meant it. Her little tits pressed out against her new sweater
and the off-white color and ribbed pattern showed her slim upper
body. The roll collar framed her natural tanned skin at he
throat. I never could understand why Jarrod was a bit of a ghost
in his complexion. But Barbara was blessed with a light copper
touch to her skin and the jet black hair was unlike either of her
parents or her brother. Martin was balding prematurely and
Phyllis had so many rinses, who knows what her real color was.
Jarrod had mousy brown hair. I was surprised to see her eyes
water and she scooted up my legs and leaned down into my arms,
which I held out in anticipation.

"Oh Stevie," she said with a slight sob. "I love you so much it
hurts," and proceeded to weep.

I held her close and soothed her with my voice and stroked the
back of her hair down to the nape of her neck.

"Hey. Cut this out small one," I said. "No tears. We're fine. No
tears. None of this."

"I wish it was different," she said looking at me as she wiped
the moisture from each eye with the cuff of her sweater.

"How so?" I asked.

"I wish I was your age and we were older," she answered. "So we
could be a real boyfriend and girlfriend,"

I smiled and stroked her face. "I do to Barb. I really do to." I
meant it just as she had.

Oh how I truly wish that we were both maybe 17 or 18, or even
older. She was right. It would be so much more natural and we
could be open about each other. But of course that was being
idealistic. And who is to say we would even have met in any
different circumstances. I cuddled her into me and we lay this
way for half an hour or so. Both of us somewhat melancholy about
our situation.


Chapter 7 - The Final Frontier

I rallied her by lightly stroking her face and lifted her head by
cupping her chin. I kissed her long and deep and she knew right
away that I was about to embark on another bout of sex with her.
She broke the kiss and smiled. "My turn next," she whispered. I
smiled back and nodded. I eased her up and started to lift the
sweater. She helped and together we drew it over her head and
took it off. I dropped it on the floor. She was already reaching
around to unclip the bra when I had started to undo the button of
her jeans. She dropped the bra on the sweater and then, as I had
opened her zipper, lay back and lifting her hips off the bed,
eased the jeans down her thighs. I knelt beside her and guided
the jeans off her lower leg and feet. I removed her white sox.
These we also dropped onto the floor. I reached for her panties
waist and she stopped me.

"Not yet. Now you. I want to see you naked to," she said quietly.

It occurred to me that all of our sexual couplings to date we had
both been dressed. Except for the one time we actually had sex
and she was only naked from the waist down. I obliged by pulling
my polo shirt off and dropping it on the floor. I stood on the
floor and undid the belt and button on my jeans. Before I could
shuck the jeans, she leaned forward on her knees and guided them
down my hips, past my knees. I pulled them over my feet and I
stood in my briefs. Ordinarily she would go for my cock but
instead she lay back and held her arms up to beckon me to her.
Instead I reached and took her hands.

"Come off the bed. I'll remove the quilt so we are just on the
top blanket," I said.

She realised why I wanted the top quilt removed. It had a soft
sheen to the weave and any cum or sex fluids would show up
easily. The dull hairy wool of the top blanket would absorb a
certain amount of fluid and disguise it. The blanket was always
not visible, except the times it was removed and put straight
into the laundry. Much safer this way. She stood beside me and we
both pulled the quilt down off the foot of the bed. She climbed
back onto the bed and I followed. We started to make out. Soon I
had her nipple between my lips and my hand was roaming around her
tummy and I insinuated it down into her panties. She was
breathing heavy I rolled my tongue on her little nubbin and as
soon as she felt my hand graze over her upper sex lips she moaned
and lifted her pelvis. She was getting aroused by my tonguing of
the nipples. I slipped two fingers into her cleft and she opened
her legs. I run the fingertips down towards the vagina opening
and noted she was moist. I slipped the middle finger in and
buried it as far as I could. She moaned again and lifted her hips
again. I then began the slow traverse between immersing my finger
in her vagina, to trailing up and flicking the clitoris.

"Oh that's so good," she whispered.

I broke free of the nipple and kissed her lips. She cupped my
head in her hands and kissed me deeply, finally breaking the kiss
and pushing my mouth back to her other nipple. All the while my
fingers strummed her wet slit. I eased off the nipple and moved
into a crouch.

"What's wrong," she asked softly.

"Nothing. I want these gone," I answered as I tugged her panties.

Without a word she lifted her hips and rolled the waistband down.
I removed the plain white panties and she was naked. Instead of
going back to the same position as before, I half sat beside her
and run my hand over her midriff and lower abdomen, and then
slowly eased the sex lips apart with a hand and began to stroke
the clitoris. She moaned and her hips involuntarily came up off
the bed. Then I changed position and trailed my lips over her
tummy. She looked a little startled. I had turned my head
slightly to see what her expression was. I slowly run my lips
lightly all over her tummy and poked my tongue into her belly
button. She sighed and I took this as a sign this was not an
unpleasant deviation, so I trailed my tongue down to the pubis
which had a hint of fine dark hair. I arrived at the top of the
sex lips and I eased my tongue in where previously my fingers had
been. She started at the touch of the tongue. Somewhere in the
distance I heard her voice.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

I briefly raised my eyes in the direction of her voice, then
ignored her and went back to my task. I moved a hand to her vulva
and splayed the lips, opening her sex. I Then slowly I insinuated
my tongue into the gap and flicked it up and caught the clitoris.
She jumped and I heard her sigh loudly. I moved my tongue around
the clitoris and started to flick it, the way I had done with my
fingers many times before. There was a faint musky smell from her
sex and just a hint of stale urine. Not strong. Just a reminder
of the function of the little pee hole, that was only millimeters
away from with my tongue. I dribbled saliva down off my tongue
and I was now lapping her like a cat drinking milk. She responded
immediately by starting to move her hips in rhythm to the
lapping. Convinced she was now delighted with this new approach,
I took my hand and slipped two fingers into her vagina below my
chin against her sex. I was surprised how much she was loosening
on my hand. All the while running my tongue over her clitoris.
Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. She was now moaning constantly at
the attention my tongue was paying to her clitoris. It was mainly
little mewling sounds with the occasional "oh" and "that's so
nice", or "yessss", hissing like a snake. I concentrated on the
sucking and licking and soon her tempo began to take some
urgency. She was now moaning and gasping and I felt her hands
take my head. She was jerking her hips, pushing her sex back at
the tongue driving her mad. She started to give several short
jerks of her hips and the gasping grew louder and closer
together. I sensed this was a much deeper response than I had
given her with my fingers. She held my head and pushed up. I
drilled the tongue into her clitoris hard, then swirled it around
and then drilled hard again. Then she arched her hips and a small
squeal escaped her lips as she held my head tight and I felt her
contractions on my fingers, buried in her vagina. She gasped
several times and held herself rigid, finally collapsing back on
the bed. She was soaked and I realised she had dribbled pee as
there was a noticeable smell of urine now.  My hands were dewy
and wet from her fluids. I raised my face and looked at her,
lying with her eyes half closed. Her tiny boobs were rising and
falling as she was starting to control her breathing, following
the onslaught of her climax. She must have been watching me
through her half shut lids, because she smiled at me when I
turned to look at her. She raised one hand in a come hither
gesture and I eased up beside her and lay half across her young
body. I moved some strands of hair, which were matted against her
face, away from her mouth and holding her jaw-line in both hands
I kissed her deeply. She brought an arm around my neck, loosely,
and kissed me back. I continued to kiss and pet her for a few
minutes and realised she was drifting off into a doze. I smiled
and snuggled her to me and together we dozed off.

I woke first. I was disoriented and took some moments to put
things into perspective. My heart leapt with panic. What was the
time? I looked at my watch on the arm I was cuddling her around
her neck with. 9:20pm! Shit! We had been asleep for an hour. I
lay there and put the time in perspective. Phyllis had said the
Carters had over three hours of movies to show. That would mean
the Kincaid�s wouldn't possibly be home before 11:00pm, allowing
for lost time at start-up, changing reels and a polite ending. I
relaxed. Barbara was still sleeping. It was just off the point of
being chilly and I contemplated waking her and getting under the
covers. But given we were well into our precious time together, I
couldn't risk getting comfy again and falling asleep. It would be
a catastrophe if we were discovered naked, asleep in my bed. I
slowly extricated my arm from under Barbara and eased off the
bed. I still had my briefs on but she was naked. I stood and
looked at her. She had rolled half on her side so I could not see
her sex. Just the allure of her pubis and the faint shadow of the
few strands of dark pubic hair that were signaling her move
towards puberty. I walked out of the room and went to the
bathroom. I stood and pissed a long hard stream into the bowl,
watching the water turn a light corn color as I peed. I shook
myself and stood and looked at my cock. I stroked it a few times
and it quickly got into that semi-hard state. It felt thick and
good in my hand. Of all of the numerous sexual encounters we had
fashioned within the family environment, I had still only fucked
her once. That very first sexual escapade we had together. I
wanted to fuck her more than anything. I stood looking at the few
white bubbles created by the force of the urine hitting the bowl
water and pondered the best use of the remaining time this night.
I waggled my cock with my hand and pulled the foreskin back ad
turned the head up as if it was looking at me. "Go for it," it
mouthed silently up at me. I flushed the toilet and with my cock
hanging outside of the flies, I walked back to the bedroom.

She was lying on her side still dozing. I shucked the briefs and
eased onto the bed. I shook her shoulder lightly.

"Barbs. Barbs," I said softly. "Time to wake."

She stirred and sleepily lifted her head.

"What's up?" she slurred sleepily.

"Nothing. We fell asleep," I answered.

"What time is it?" she said with a start.

"Relax. It's not quite 9:30. They won't be home for another hour
and a half," I reassured her.

I was lying half upright and my cock was lying hanging almost
horizontal off my lower thigh. She couldn't help but see it but I
realised she chose not to dwell on it. I felt a bit hurt by her
managed indifference to my semi-erect cock. She laid her face
back against the pillow but her eyes were open. I leaned down and
kissed her cheek and she smiled and brought a hand awkwardly
around my neck and tried to cuddle me. We kissed for a few more
minutes and I slowly rolled her on her back. If she didn't want
any more sex, she certainly knew that I did, as my cock poked
against her thigh. She looked at it and then took it in her hand.
She manipulated the foreskin and studied the cock. I stroked her
hair as she fondled me. I became hard in her hand. Without a word
she leaned down and drew it into her mouth. I rested my hands on
her head and half sitting, half reclining; I let her suck my cock
as she had done earlier in the night. I half believed she was
trying to get me to cum quickly, which would most likely meant I
would want to rest, or couldn't perform again with the time left.
"Fat chance" I thought to myself. She was now stroking me
steadily as she sucked. I knew she was looking for a quick
release for me. I placed a hand on her shoulder and pressured her
away. She took her mouth off and looked up at me quizzically. I
said nothing and continued to ease her back until I had her lying
again. She still had a hand on my cock and was waiting for me to
position myself for her to be able to suck me again. But instead
I pushed my hand between her thighs and stroked her sex lips. She
initially tightened her legs together but my fingers were
insistent and finally any reluctance she harbored, eased and soon
she opened wide and I began fingering her again. She realised
there was more to come, and almost as a sign of surrender,
started stroking my cock again. I had her opened again and she
was still very wet from the previous oral sex. I had two fingers
quite easily buried in her and I went down on her. She gave up
all efforts to resist and quickly began stroking my hair. I was
able to get her much quicker this time. She quickly maneuvered
her position on the bed so as to allow me the best access with my
tongue and my fingers gained a few more centimeters in her
vagina. But this time I dragged me legs towards the bed head and
slowly I positioned myself over her when I place one leg over the
other side of her body. She was still holding me and I eased my
hips down, all the time sucking her clit and fingering her. She
caught the idea and I felt her take my cock into her warm mouth
and started to stroke and suck me again. I was very hard, but of
course as she started to get hornier she started to forget to
suck and mostly relied on stroking me sporadically as she gasped
and groaned at my sucking and finger fucking her. She came with a
huge rush and arched her hips and squealed as before. This time
she twisted her body from side to side and rammed her clit
against my mouth in short hard slams. I felt the shallow
contraction on my fingers buried in her body. She gasped several
times and finally I felt her relax as the orgasm subsided. She
still held my hard cock loosely in one hand.

I slowly eased off her and turned around. She was lying as before
with heavy lids but I knew she was watching me. I eased myself
over her and dropped my legs between hers, which were spread wide
on the bed. I transferred one hand over the other side of her
body and this left me lying on top of her with my upper body
supported by my hands. I eased slowly up her body and as my cock
hit her vulva, her eyes opened wide. I reached down and taking my
cock, I began insinuating the head between her lips. She gave a
sort of scowl as a silent objection and I stopped.

"It's OK Barbs," I whispered. "You're a woman now. It'll be OK,"
I crooned at her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me intently. She was biting her
lower lip and she looked away.

"It will be OK Barbs," I repeated.

She did not look at me. I took the sign of no verbal dissent as
agreement to continue. I slowly drew the cock head up and back
along her slit and then slowly easing down the head engaged in
the loosened vaginal entrance. My fingers had opened her nicely.
Without too much effort I gained an inch or two. With a few slow,
short, fucking movements, I gradually began to penetrate her,
going deeper each push. In no time at all I felt my cock was
buried deep into her where my fingers had been earlier. I started
to slowly fuck her with longer even strokes. She lay passive as I
fucked her. Not helping, not resisting. I started to get into the
rhythm my own body liked and soon I was fucking with nice steady
strokes, going deep as my ball-sac hit her buttocks. She still
hadn't moved to help me but she lay looking into my face and
eventually her arms came up around my neck. I fucked her like
this for some minutes while we looked into each other�s eyes. I
occasionally kissed her before returning to concentrate on my
tempo. Having cum before, I knew the second orgasm would take me
a little longer. This was good as I could really savor this
exquisite pleasure of her warm tight hole pressing against my
hard cock as I moved in and out. I eased my weight onto one arm
and slowly trailed a hand to her nipple. I started to squeeze it
quite tightly with enough pressure to make her gasp. I eased off
and she quickly covered my hand. I smile and began working it
again. She was getting aroused again. I traded my fingers for my
mouth and I sucked and nibbled. Sure enough, her hips began to
move ever so slightly. As I nipped the nipple with my teeth she
stifled a gasp and her hips were now moving back against me. I
transferred to the other nipple and began biting at that. She was
now running her hands down my naked back as I was steadily
fucking her. I realised she was drawing her legs up further and
soon I felt her wrap them around my buttocks. This really turned
me on and I began fucking hard while I literally chewed her
nipple. At one point she cried out and pushed my face back. I had
really hurt. So I returned to more delicate sucking and nibbling.
I couldn't stop myself as I felt the beautiful ache start in my
groin and balls. I started to move quite frantically as she was
restricting me by clasping me with her legs. I reared up high,
and began to slam her hard. I fucked her hard now. Slamming down
each in-stroke and drawing half out, and slamming again. She was
groaning as much in discomfort to the assault as to the delight
she was having from my cock. Finally I couldn't hold it any more
and I let out a loud groan and started to cum into her. I
thrashed into her while clenching my buttocks as if to rut
deeper. I slammed her several times as each spurt came from my
cock and as suddenly as I had started, I finished and collapsed
on top of her. She was pushing me up.

"No. More, keep going, more" she gasped.

In my post orgasmic haze I realised I had left her somewhere
close to orgasm. I wasn't even aware she was so close. I
struggled myself up and with my right hand, I drove my hand into
the slick gooey mess I had left in her. I slipped my thumb up
against the clitoris and she groaned her approval as I started to
fuck her with my hand. She came quickly, this time a series of
rigid spasms and held herself taught before releasing and then
arching her body off the bed going rigid again. She repeated this
maybe four times before collapsing with a groan and lay quiet. I
collapsed with my head on her chest. Again we dozed. No afterglow
this time. Just sleep. I was vaguely aware of where we were in
what seemed like an eternity after we had finished fucking, I
raised my head and looked around. The paranoia of disclosure
quickly rose in my stomach and I looked at my watch. Phew. It
wasn't even 10:00pm. We'd only dozed a few short minutes. But we
were both drained, and the brief sleep made it seem more like
being drugged. I raised myself off her and rolled on my back. I
looked down at my cock that was still semi hard. It was red and
slick with the mixture of juices from her cunt. I flicked it a
few times and congratulated myself. A real orgasmic fuck with
her. Sure I had to get her after me, but it was so close to being
the perfect timing to orgasm. I eased off the bed and looked at
her. She had rolled half onto her stomach with her arm up against
her chest and the hand just under her chin. Once again I went and
took a piss. On my return I pulled on my underpants and started
to dress. She came too at the sound of me dressing and once again
asked the time.

"Just after 10:00," I answered. She nodded and smiled. "Plenty of
time," she said sleepily and made to doze off again.

"Barbs. No. Don't sleep. We'd better get cleaned up," I said
earnestly.

"Just a few more minutes," she said sleepily.

I chuckled and sat beside her. I stroked her hair and she made a
warm �mmmm� noise and I pecked her on the cheek.

"Get up sleepy," I whispered. "Have a shower or a bath and get
ready for bed. We need to be normal for when they return," I
continued.

She slowly eased up off the bed and I helped her to stand.

"Oh," she said quickly. �I'm flooding."

I looked between her legs and sure enough there was a slow slimy
trace of my cum, rolling down the inside of one thigh. Her sex
lips were pink and turned out. I licked my lips mentally at the
beautiful almost hairless vulva there before me.

"You'd better get wiped off before you drip on the carpet," I
said.

"Or my clothes," she corrected, realizing she was standing on
them.

She stepped off and gathered them up. She walked naked down the
hall to the bathroom and I finished dressing. She had dropped her
panties so I picked them up and took them to her. She was bending
over the bathtub as she filled it. She didn't look up as I
dropped the small cotton garment on her pile of clothes. I was a
bit surprised she ignored me and I lingered waiting for some
acknowledgement. Instead she looked at the swirling water. I
turned and walked back along the hall, somewhat puzzled by this
snub. I hadn�t got very far when I heard the bathroom door close
behind me. I felt a little confused as to what was happening. I
shrugged and walked into my bedroom. The first thing that struck
me was the smell. It was a sweet sickly smell, close to the odor
of cum but not exactly that. I realised and would come to learn
this odor of sex. I walked to the window and lifted the lower
half about eight inches. The curtain billowed with the night
breeze that was blowing outside. I'll leave that for a half an
hour or so. I went to the foot of the bed and lifted the heavy
quilt, to pull up over the blankets. It was when I was part way
up that I saw the dark spot on the blanket. I stopped and leaned
down. It was quite a wet patch. She had leaked onto the bed while
still on her back after I had collapsed, pinning her in that
position. I went out to the kitchen and took a cloth and wetted
it with soap and warm water. I wrung the cloth out and went back
to my room. The odor of sex had dispersed quite quickly and the
cool air had lowered the temperature noticeably. I sponged the
sexual fluids with the cloth to good effect and soon you could
hardly tell where I had swabbed. I pulled the quilt up and tidied
it neatly. I returned the cloth to the kitchen. As I walked
passed the bathroom door I noted the water had stopped running
and I could hear splashing as Barbara washed herself in the tub.
I stopped in the family room and turned the TV on. I muddled a
few cushions to make it seem like we had been watching TV all
night and slumped down in a chair. I was blown away when I heard
a clatter outside and the door to the kitchen flew open and in
rushed Jarrod, followed closely by his mother. I glanced at my
watch. 10:15pm. Shit. They're much earlier than I planned.

"Brrrr. It is so cold," Phyllis volunteered. "How are things?
Where�s Barbara?" she asked quickly.

"Oh, taking a bath before turning in I think," I answered.

She nodded her approval at her daughter�s good sense to bath this
night and said: "That's good. Did you have a nice evening?"

Martin came in, having locked the garage, also voicing his
opinion on the cold outside.

"Quiet," I said. "I did some study and we watched TV," I lied.

"And Barbara, what did she do?� asked Phyllis.

"I'm not sure. She was in her room a fair bit so maybe study. She
watched a bit of TV with me," I continued with the lie.

"That's good," Phyllis said and moved through into the hall. I
heard her talking to Barbara through the door.

Martin looked at me and said "What a disaster. What a complete
disaster."

"What?" I asked.

"This film evening," he said. "What a farce."

"What happened?" I asked somewhat intrigued.

Martin then proceeded to tell me that just about everything the
Carter's tried to do to put on their film show ended in failure.
The first Super-8 movie got chewed in the projector sprocket. The
second one was not developed properly and after an attempt at a
third reel, the projector lamp blew and they didn't have a spare.
That all happened by about 8:15pm apparently so they started
playing board games. Then they moved onto cards, which Martin
hated. Jarrod and Raymond hardly spoke to each other with Raymond
drifting off to bed about 8:30 saying he was tired. I smiled
wryly at Martin�s relating of the mishaps. "My God we had ducked
a bullet," I thought. "Imagine if they had come home earlier. We
would have been well caught!" I never saw Barbara again that
evening as she went straight to bed after her bath. It was about
10:50 when I finally excused myself from Martin and Phyllis who
had decided to have a nightcap. Seems the Carter's were also
teetotal.


Chapter 8 - A Few Dark Clouds in Paradise.

I lay in bed lost at Barbara's sudden turn of attitude following
the sex. I was confused because she genuinely seemed to enjoy the
fucking. She had even made sure I did not pass out without
getting her to her second orgasm for the evening. But then she
went quite peculiar. I couldn't understand why. The next morning
I hardly saw Barbara at all and she stayed in her room most of
the day, apparently studying judging by the praise I heard
Martine heaping on her at lunch. She had appeared earlier and
taken a sandwich and soda and retreated to her room again. I was
becoming increasingly worried at her absence and knew it was
because of our sex the night before. Matti turned up early
afternoon in his mother's car and I was astonished to see Marilyn
sitting in the front passenger seat.

"Coming for a drive?" he asked.

"Sure, why not," I answered.

So the three of us went cruising. Seems Matti did not baby-sit on
Saturday night after all, and as I had cried off a movie because
I thought he wasn't going, he went anyway and had bumped into
Marilyn. Judging by the looks and giggles on her part, they had a
pretty nice time in the back row of the movie theatre.  I
wondered what Marilyn's socialite parents would think about her
going out with Matti who was from a broken home. Matti seemed to
be driving to a definite destination and soon we pulled up in
front of rather dilapidated looking house in Constantine Road. He
honked the horn a couple of times and a girl appeared on the
porch, went back into the house then returned while pulling on a
dark colored jacket. As she came down the slope from the house on
the raised yard, I noted she was very pretty with short dark hair
and slim figure. She wore a pair of skin-tight bellbottom jeans
that were perfectly faded and as she neared, the nice swell of
her crotch was obvious. Under the rather faded leather jacket,
she wore a dark long sleeved sweater with an open collar. She had
a dark scarf around her neck, more for show drather than because
it was cold, she arrived at the rear door and opened it and
jumped in. She glanced nervously at me and leaned across and
greeted Matti "Hi cousin."

�Hi," she said brightly turning first to Marilyn then looking at
me.

"Hi, I'm Marilyn Sanders," Marilyn replied brightly.

"I'm Sharon. Sharon de Jong, Shari for short" she answered.

"This is my cousin Shari," Matti volunteered. "She has just moved
here recently. And Shari, this ugly S.O.B is Steven, Stevie,
Jordan. It's not his fault he's ugly. He comes from this island
where they are all from the same family. He laughed at his own
put down of me. I smiled weakly and looked at Shari. Oh my God.
She was beautiful. A little thin but a very pretty face. And the
tight sweater showed some nice boobs and I already knew she had a
nice body.

"Hi Stevie. Don't mind him, my cousin. He can be a pig
sometimes," she laughed.

She held her hand out which I thought was classy so I took it and
shook it warmly. She gave it a little squeeze as I lingered
before giving her back her hand. "She likes me,� I thought. "The
handshake, the pressure, she likes me."

We started off again and Matti drove us to a soda shop on the
outskirts of town. It wasn't our usual haunt so I suspected it
was to keep Marilyn out of the limelight as much as possible. We
trooped into the place and sat down in a booth. Matti and I
sitting facing the girls. Sharon was definitely interested in me
and I was only to keen to show I thought she was pretty OK to.
Sharon related how they had been in the US since she was 10 and
her parents had made several moves before deciding to try their
luck here. I knew Matti's father, Sharon's mother's brother, had
gone back to Holland when he split with Matti�s mother. But Matti
had been here from about age 5 or 6. His accent was only a trace
but Sharon's was still more obvious. I loved it. Occasionally
they spoke in Dutch and a couple of times I heard my name
mentioned. I felt a little disconcerted at this as I thought I
was being talked about unfavorably. But Matti told me later that
Shari approved of his choice of her blind date. He also said he
tossed up whether to invite Doug or Kevin, but as I was the only
sad bastard with no girlfriend, I won by default. I smiled wryly
at his good-natured put down and thanked him for his perspicacity
at selecting such a fox as his cousin, for me. She had just
turned 16. Two months older than me, but it didn�t seem to faze
her. Usually 16-year-old girls went with 17 or 18 year old boys.
But she seemed to think I was just fine. Our age never came up in
conversation that first day anyway. We hung out for most of the
afternoon and I instantly grew attracted to Shari to the point
that when I was briefly alone with her, I asked if she would like
to go on a date. She agreed enthusiastically. I was in love.
Matti dropped me off first at about 5:00pm. It was late November
and getting dark early. As he pulled up outside the Kincaid's, I
leaned over and gave Shari a quick peck. She blushed at the
sudden move on my part but gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
Matti razzed us and we both laughed and Shari cuffed his head
calling him a pig. I left the car reluctantly and walked jauntily
up the path. I looked up as I drew near the front of the house
and saw Barbara looking out the front sitting room window. Oh
shit! Had she seen me with Sharon in the car? I went inside and
up to my room to drop my jacket. Phyllis was coming along the
hall towards me and I realised she must have been in the sitting
room to. She looked a little stern and greeted me coolly. I felt
the frost in her look. Panic hit me. Had Barbara said something?
Was she up there confiding her terrible secret? But judging by
the fact Phyllis was not standing on my throat by now, it was a
fair bet she wasn't cool toward me because of Barbara. So what
could it be?

Barbara came out of the sitting room and I saw her walk quickly
past my open bedroom door. She didn�t look in as she scooted
past. No doubt avoiding me. I felt more than a little concerned
at this distance she had put between us since last night. In fact
the silent treatment lasted for another few days. The better news
was that I found out why Phyllis was cool towards me. At dinner
Sunday night she made a very oblique reference to Matti�s
mother�s car when she politely asked how my day went. I got the
strong message she did not appreciate it pulling up in front of
their house. I was a bit taken aback by this snobbery. It�s not
that the Kincaid�s car was exactly new. But I had to admit it
didn�t have the rust and odd panel dent that Matti�s mother�s old
car had. But inside it was clean enough and it seemed to run OK.
I deflected the implied barbs by endorsing Matti as a good guy
despite the condition of the car. Barbara avoided eye contact
with me and ate quickly so she could be excused before dessert,
saying she didn�t feel like any. When she had left, Martin
commented on her apparent sullen indifference and Phyllis hushed
him with veiled references to girls her age and �at her stage�.
Of course. My little miss was going through puberty. I was to
ignorant then to know but it was quite normal for pubescence
girls to have mood swings due to the hormonal changes in their
bodies as it developed into sexual maturity. I didn�t realise the
specifics but Phyllis� comments were at least understood by me as
a probable reason for her switch in affection towards me. It
proved not to be the whole story though. After school on the
Thursday of that week, she unexpectedly slipped into my room. I
was sitting on my bed with my old school desk pulled up, doing my
homework. She gave a furtive look back at the door as she slipped
across the room, standing beside me. I looked up in surprise.

�Hey. What�s up?� I asked brightly, glad she had at last
initiated some contact.

�I, I need to talk to you,� she said nervously. I must have gone
pale as she quickly added �It�s nothing to do with anybody else.
It�s you and me, and, you know, sex,� she continued.

I looked at the door, lest Phyllis would come and catch us. She
realised my concern

�Mum�s gone to the supermarket for a few things. She won�t be
long though��� she tapered off.

A clear warning that no sex would happen this day.

�What�s the trouble,� I asked, genuinely curious as to what was
eating at her. She chewed her lip and looked around, clearly
uncomfortable to meet my gaze.

Pause.

�We can�t, you know, do it anymore,� she said quietly. �Fuck.�

I looked at her quizzically and opened my mouth to ask her to
elaborate why when she continued.

�I might get pregnant,� this time she looked me square in the
eye.

�But you haven�t had a period yet, have you?� I asked.

�It doesn�t matter. Mum said girls usually ovulate before they
have a period,� she replied. �The first period follows the first
ovulation if you don�t conceive,� she explained.

I was a little ignorant of the female menstrual cycle at best but
a vague realisation of this fact gelled with what she was getting
at. I must have looked entirely lost with the implication of this
information.

"Your�your mother�" I stammered. �Why did she bring this up?� I
asked in a panic, thinking Phyllis may suspect something.

"Don't worry. It was, you know, �THE� talk. The sex bit. She told
me all about my body. Well I sort of knew, but she also went into
the contraception bit. You know the rhythm method and stuff. Be
prepared and all that. But very much �don�t ever do it until
you�re married�," she concluded.

I had vaguely heard about Catholics being against external
contraception methods or devices. The Pope's decree as I
understood it. I guess it was just another reason for me, a
Christened Protestant; to be against what I thought was a rather
outdated and dogmatic religion. Far be it for me to rationalize
the beliefs the hundreds of millions world wide who were
practicing Catholics. I had a lot to learn about life and
choices.

She continued;

�Listen Stevie,� she growled. �When you have a period, it�s
because your egg wasn�t fertilized by man�s sperm. So the
preparation in our womb isn�t needed and it flushes out�you
know�down there,� she said indicating her crotch with a loose
flick of one hand. �So before the period, you have to ovulate and
so if we, you know, do it, I can get pregnant if I happen to
ovulate at the time we have sex.�

Sex Ed 101 by the 12 year old girl to the 15 year old boy. I
looked at her and digested this new fact. I basically had heard
about ovulation in our health sciences classes but never quite
saw it as an impediment to my normal adolescent desires.

�So you�re saying while we may think you are safe because you
haven�t had a period, in fact it really isn�t true,� I
paraphrased what she had said.

She was chewing on her lip again and was standing with one foot
splayed to the side with the ankle twisted over on the edge of
her shoe. She held one hand against one side, by the other. The
body language was one of �believe it buddy.�

�OK. I understand,� I said quietly. Silence. �What if�� I never
finished the sentence.

�What if it happened Sunday?� she finished for me. �Exactly what
I have been worrying about,� she answered quickly. �So we can�t,
you know, fuck properly like you want.�

I rose and went to her and put my arms around her. This was
indeed sobering news. I cuddled her and she finally embraced me
back. I rocked her slowly from side to side and she rested her
head against my shoulder. She was growing taller by the day.

�It�s OK,� I said trying to reassure her.

In truth I was feeling worried myself. What if she was right?

We stood for a while then she looked up at me.

�I love you Stevie. I wish we could be normal�you know�boyfriend
and girlfriend,� she said quietly.

I looked down. There were large tears in her eyes. Oh shit. This
is not what I wanted. My callous attitude to sex had mostly
overlooked the obvious, that up until this scare, she was
actually more than just infatuated with me. I thought, or perhaps
felt unconsciously, that she simply had a crush that I could help
pass if and when I wanted it to. But if the reason she went along
with the sexual contact was because she believed really she loved
me, it was going to make it difficult if I ever wanted to break
this relationship. Despite her maturity outshining mine, she was
still a 12-year-old kid and how would she react to my cooling of
interest when it must surely come. Meeting Shari today had
excited me; to the point that Barbara was now in danger of
becoming just my sexual rites of passage. That if I wanted to
pursue a normal relationship with Shari, this would eclipse
anything Barbara could wish for given the difference in our ages.
And the worry I may knock her up had brought the sex very much
into focus. If that dried up, what was there left? I wanted to
dig a big hole and crawl into it. I was too immature to deal with
this dilemma. I was stumped and didn�t know how to face the
prospect of no further sex with Barbara against the backdrop of
the interest I felt I wanted to pursue in Shari. I wanted a real
girlfriend. Just like Barbara had wished we could be the couple,
I now saw myself being a couple with Shari. Early days for Shari
and me I knew but my true feelings for a relationship had come to
the surface.

I held her for a long time standing in the middle of the room.
Eventually she pulled back and said we'd best separate as Phyllis
would be home soon. I agreed and she slowly walked out off the
room. This whole issue of pregnancy was a real bummer. The
realisation of her journey into womanhood at least from a
physiological standpoint, was as sobering for us both, as it was
exciting for her. But she had assured me the sex education from
Phyllis had come about as a normal mother-daughter preparation
for a major milestone in her young life. If Phyllis only knew
some of the milestones she had already passed, I'd be swinging by
my neck on Phyllis and Martin�s gallows tree; until dead, as they
say.



TO BE CONTINUED�

� Romany 2004; revised 2007. Protected by copyright law. Please
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Read �Barbara 3: Losing Paradise� by Romany. Read �Barbara 1:
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