Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 08:20:35 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Austin and Stephanie's Story-chapter 2
The usual disclaimers apply. If you're not supposed to be reading this or if
offended by the sort of material that generally appears in this section, do
not continue.
So there.
But then I've already SAID that right before the FIRST chapter. And I went
into more detail about it. So I guess the only additional cautionary note I
should add is that a great deal of this was written when I was... a bit of a
geek. Really, it looked fairly hopeless for awhile... but I'm a little
better now. At least I think I am. But anyway, I just thought I should
mention that.
Austin and Stephanie's Story
chapter two
This is about Austin. I'd made a few entries about him prior to Friday, July
8th but it would be much more simple if I were to summarize things up until
then. We both played Putt'n'Putt. He was a year younger than me and the
summer before while I liked him OK, I really didn't pay much attention to
him. He was very quite and well behaved for one thing and for another he was
pretty small for his age. And he was only 12 at the time. But now he was 13
and had gotten a little taller. Then one afternoon out on the course I
happened to notice what APPEARED to be a couple of black hairs growing in
his arm pit. Which happened to be a couple more than I'D managed at that
point. So I just got to wondering is all, I mean it's normal enough at our
age, and he WAS cute. I admit that THINKING he was cute might not be so
normal; or at least ADMITING it might not be, but that's just the way it
was. I'd read that sexual experimentation between boys wasn't uncommon, so I
was interested, but you should know that for the most part I HADN'T, not
with EITHER sex. (And it serves no purpose to get into what experience I'd
had prior to then, beyond it not being nearly enough.) But see, this is
mostly to introduce the reason for "Austin and Stephanie's Story" in the
first place. I mean first it was for Austin, then later on it was for
Stephanie, THEN it was for... but we can get to that later.
It started out when we got kicked off the course. Why isn't important either
(to this story) we just were. So it was around 2:30 and he had to be home by
five. So we were sitting over at Burger King next door wondering what else
there was to do when I had an idea, I asked if he wanted to go swimming over
at my mom's. So he said sure, why not. Which is where I pick things up.
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And from then on it was one surprise after another. First, when we went by
his house to pick up his trunks he asked if I wanted to spend the night.
We'd sleep on his water bed. It isn't a large one, but it's bigger than a
single. Not much bigger though.
So of course I said, "Yeah, I guess, if it's all right with your folks."
He said, "Well, I know it is, but you want me to call to make sure?"
(And it was.)
Then when we were changing in my room, I found out that he HAS started
growing hair, even though nothing else seems to have grown. His penis
doesn't look much bigger than it did last year and his balls are still
little, but he has hair. Almost a little black bush.
But he was just as interested in seeing what I looked like now as I was in
him I think. He asked me, "So when did you start growing hair and all?"
So I told him. His started about a month ago. And he said he wished his dick
would grow faster but he guessed it would before long.
Then after we finished swimming, things REALLY got interesting. Or at least
ALMOST. We came in from the pool around 4, so we had plenty of time to get
over to his house by 5, but he said maybe to save time we ought to take a
shower together. Which sounded interesting, but I KNEW I'd pop one, so no.
Because I WASN'T going to take a chance on messing everything up.
So I said, "Well, we got enough time and really, I need to do a couple of
things downstairs, so you go ahead. I mean I won't take long, but I just
need to do a few things downstairs first, OK?" and he didn't press the
issue. So I piddled around a couple of minutes downstairs, then rushed back
to my room and transfered tWO files (stories) to a floppy after hurriedly
adding a few lines to one of them. I'd already noticed that he had a
computer in his room. And I was planning to cautiously feel him out on some
things.
So anyway. After we went up to his room for the night, for awhile we played
Nintendo. Which I'm not any good at, so I admitted it. He said he could
tell.
So, I wondered, would he by any chance like to see a couple of stories I
wrote?
"About what?"
So story number one was the one about Stephanie hitting the jack pot. Which
I admitted was ALL made up (so I lied a little, but I'm being cautious,
remember?) but he thought it was pretty funny. So far so good. And THEN
there was...
"So what's `The Sharon Mattson Incident' about?" he asked.
Oh yeah. That one. The one I added a few lines to right at the start. But
this story is really about any boy I end up showing the story to, even if it
doesn't seem that way. Which hopefully you'll understand better if you read
the story yourself. Which after a few deep breaths I let Austin read. At
times I am HORRIBLY cautious, and I almost chickened out. I ALMOST said,
"Well, I might let you see it later. Because I'm not finished with it yet,
but if I DO finish, I'll let you see it then, OK?" But I DIDN'T say that,
no, I thought to myself, "Will you just quit being a chicken shit and let
him see it?" so after one final deep breath, I did. And here it is.
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It's like I said before, I like girls OK, but I really don't know how to
play their games and sometimes I'm not sure if I even WANT to. Maybe in a
year or so I might look at it differently, but right now I don't know.
And Sharon Mattson sure didn't help much. But then with HER, what else could
I expect?
She went to that Christian academy I had to go to. And her being one of the
few openly rebellious students there should've worked in her favor, but it
didn't because I didn't like her. She was SORT of cute, but she was also a
little on the chubby side. Which I could forgive maybe, but always trying to
act like she was so tough and worldly wise I couldn't. It went back to when
I WASN'T so worldly wise. To be honest, at age 11 I didn't know SHIT about
worldly things and even if I know more now it's still sometimes difficult to
ACT like I do. So she was always picking at me. But that's what started it
all, she was trying to embarrass me.
See, she was on my paper route. So one afternoon I'd finished and on my way
home I decided to stop by her house because I needed to collect. They were
three weeks behind. So I knocked on their front door and I heard her holler
from inside, "Who is it?"
I was hoping I could avoid talking to her, I was HOPING one of her legal
guardians was around so I could get my money, but I yelled back through the
door, "It is I, Seth, your faithful paperboy, hoping that I might collect my
paper bill." I was trying to be funny, but when forced to ad lib, sometimes
I fall flat on my face. And I hated myself just as soon as those words came
out of my mouth.
She yelled back, "Seth, what in the shit are you babbling about and what do
you want?"
So I guessed her parents weren't home because she would NEVER say "shit" if
one of them was around. And I was pissed because my attempt at being funny
had gone off so well plus I was pissed at her for acting the way she was and
I wasn't ABOUT to slink off when they owed me for three damn weeks so I
yelled back, "I SAID I WOULD LIKE TO COLLECT!"
"COLLECT WHAT?"
"THE PAPER BILL, DAMN IT!" I sure HOPED her parents weren't home.
"Wait a minute and I'll let you in, OK? I STILL can't understand a damn
thing you're saying."
So pretty soon she came to the door, wearing a terri-cloth robe with a towel
wrapped over her hair. "I was in the bathroom, so I couldn't understand
you" she explained, "Now what did you say?"
So I told her I was there to collect.
"Oh. Well, I think momma left the money on her dresser. So you want to come
in for a minute?"
If I was going to get paid, sure. I was a little surprised at her sudden
show of civility though.
Only a few moments later she came back out drying her hair with the towel
and said, "Well, I looked everywhere but I don't see it, so I guess you'll
have to come back later. How much do we owe, anyway?"
"$21.75" I answered and I got up to leave.
"What's your rush?" she asked. "You want a Coke or something?"
I didn't have any IDEA why she was acting so nice but I shrugged and said
yeah, I guessed that was OK. I DID wonder, but I can assure you that I
wasn't expecting anything nor was I HOPING for anything. But I was thinking
it would be cool if we at least got along.
So anyway when shortly after she returned with two Cokes, I was studying the
interior of her living room still wondering if she WAS expecting something.
And I really hoped she wasn't.
But you probably have already guessed that she was. You just don't know what
yet. Well, we sat across the room from each other thoughtfully sipping our
Cokes for a minute or so, then she started giggling. And I started blushing.
I did manage to look at her though and finally I asked, "What?"
"Oh, nothing" she answered. But she was still giggling. And of course I was
trying to think of a half-graceful way to exit.
I couldn't think of anything though, so finally I said, "Well if you're just
going to sit there laughing at nothing I guess I'll go home."
"Oh sit down a minute. You don't have to be anywhere yet, do you? I want to
ask you a question."
And THAT'S when I caught the first faint whiff of weirdness. I didn't start
getting stiff or anything close to that, to tell you the truth, I was STILL
trying to think of some way to get out of there, but I couldn't, so I
settled back down, looked directly at her and said, "OK. Shoot."
In reply she about went into hysterics but finally she managed "Well, OK...
Well I was just wondering... well OK ..... how often do you beat your meat?"
And no, that didn't give me an erection either. And I sure didn't answer, at
least not right away. I ALMOST shot back, "Well, how often do you beat YOUR
meat?", but then it occurred to me that girls don't do that. Beat on it. It
seems that they rub on it. I think I read something about that. Well OK, I
really don't know WHAT they do with it. But then boys don't usually beat on
their dicks either. You COULD swat it with a ping pong paddle or something,
but generally speaking there are better ways of going about it. But anyway,
for about forty-five seconds I just sat there thinking.
So apparently she figured she'd totally embarrassed me, so she pressed her
attack. She said, "Well, you DO beat on it, don't you? I heard all boys do."
I shrugged and noncommittally replied, "Yeah, so I've heard."
"So you've HEARD? What do you mean, so you've heard? Aren't you a boy?"
I walked right into that one. And it wasn't on purpose, but I answered,
"Last time I checked, I was."
"Well maybe you better check again."
"Well soon as I get home, I will."
"Why don't you just do it now?"
"Do WHAT now?"
"Check and see if you're a boy. I want to see it."
So I have thought about this a great deal, like why did I get an erection
just as soon as she said that? Well, I think the deal with her was that I
didn't really care if she liked me or not; at least not THAT much; (although
I suppose I wanted her to at least be slightly impressed by my penis), but
it DID occur to me that just maybe here was an excellent opportunity to do
some things I'd never done before and it ALSO occurred to me that she wasn't
all THAT bad-looking after all. Reverse sour grapes. Well, she really WASN'T
I don't guess. She had straight dirty blond hair and matching eyebrows. And
decent sized boobs too. I could see a hint of pasty white cleavage and while
her robe was securely in place, it did seem to me that maybe things were
moving around a little more than was normally the case. So possibly she
wasn't wearing anything underneath. An interesting thought. And really, she
was SORT of cute. In a way, she was-
"So what do you say? Can I see it?"
...And she certainly was a very forward girl. And I definitely had a
hard-on. So finally I found my tongue again. "Why? Haven't you ever seen one
before?" I had to say that in case she was just teasing. Which she probably
was, I reminded myself.
"No. Not really. So can I see it?"
I was surprised. I just assumed since she talked dirty she must have seen a
lot of them. And I was also surprised that she would admit that she hadn't.
So maybe I could admit that I hadn't seen any girls before either. Hardly
any at all. "Well, I might. But I ... well, actually I haven't ever seen a
girl either... Naked, I mean."
"I figured you'd say that... Well... I might." (Tension mounted.)... "OK. I
WILL.. if.. well, you have to take your pants off first... And I want to see
you jack off. Will you do it?"
I was flabbergasted. And also leery. What if I took my pants off and then
she started laughing and said she just wanted to see if I was actually
stupid enough to do it and she wasn't ABOUT to take her clothes off? So I'm
not sure how long I sat there weighing the pros and cons and getting red,
but eventually all I could manage was, "I'm not sure if I trust you."
"Well, I'm not sure I trust you either" she answered, then SHE sat there
thinking about it for awhile, then after clearing her throat once or twice
she said, "Well OK. How about this? You can leave your underpants on. Well,
what I mean is... you get down to your underpants, OK? Then once you do that
I'll go ahead and take off my robe. And... I mean I don't have anything else
on. I mean I was just getting out of the shower... so anyway .. after I take
off my robe then you've got to promise me that you'll go ahead and take off
your underpants. So will you do that?"
It is curious how her saying "underpants" gave me a charge. My boner seemed
to be wilting once faced with all those amendments of hers, then she said
"underpants" three times and it was galvanized again. Well, of course she
also said she would go ahead and get naked before I had to take my
underpants off but... well, UNDERPANTS is what my mom calls the things. Not
that I want to... oh no. Maybe I want my mom to see ME... No I don't. Well,
maybe I do. But I don't act on it. That's an infantile fixation I bet. And
it's also subconscious. Most of the time. Just about always. But anyway,
(returning to Sharon's living room), finally I shrugged and promised her I
would. I said, "Yeah, I guess so." But of course I was only promising that
I would get down to my underpants and then after she got naked I would take
them off. I didn't mention jacking off because I didn't think I could do
that. Unless maybe I got something else out of it. I wasn't sure exactly
what else I might ask for but we could always talk about that later.
"Well, go ahead" she encouraged.
Nervously I bent down and untied my shoes. And then I removed them. I stood
up and looking steadily down at the floor, rather calmly unfastened the
waist of my pants. I paused and glanced at her. She seemed very interested,
in fact I think she was watching with rapt attention. "Well OK" I said, then
stifling a sigh of resignation and looking at her all the while (and she was
gazing steadily at my midsection) I pulled off my pants. And it hadn't gone
flat. I was aware of THAT even before I glanced down. I was relieved, but at
the same time I was glad I was wearing my size L Chicago Bulls tee shirt. It
was like a short skirt.
"And take your shirt off too. I mean I can't see anything" said Sharon. You
just knew she was going to say that, didn't you? Well, I wasn't too
surprised either.
"And then you'll... keep your end of the bargain?"
"I said I was, didn't I?"
I was wearing almost new underpants that day and since I could feel my penis
straining against the fabric just below my waistband, I was sure it hadn't
escaped. As I pulled my shirt up over my head I said, "I... I guess you know
I haven't really done this before."
"Me neither" said Sharon from across the room.
I pulled my shirt clear of my head and for the moment being afraid to look
down at myself, instead glanced over to where she was still seated and...
she had taken off her robe. That sure was quick.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"You look nice" I answered. And I was being sincere. After all, I'd never
been in the same room with a naked female before.
The very first thing I noticed (aside from the fact she was actually NAKED)
was the expanse of chalky whiteness that went from just below her neck to
about halfway down to her knees. The overall effect was somewhat jarring.
But then my eyes were drawn down between her legs. But that was also a
little jarring. Her dark brown thatch was EXTREMELY bushy. Long and curly.
Bushy long. I like the ones in Penthouse better, but I guess hers was OK. It
covered her v entirely. Then there were her breasts. They were bigger than I
expected. Actually I like small pert cones that quiver just a little better
than big ones, but still... I guess they were at least 36s. Her aureoles
were big and her nipples were shockingly pink. The tips stuck out about half
an inch. So I don't know, I guess they looked pretty interesting.
I also noticed that she was a bit flabby at that, but it didn't bother me
much. I sure didn't lose my hard-on.
But after I gawked at her for maybe thirty seconds she said, "So I guess
it's your turn again."
"Yeah, I guess it is" I answered... "Well, OK-"
"But let's go to my room first, OK?... I mean I'm positive we don't have
anything to worry about, but just so we're completely safe, we'll go into my
room, OK? Get your clothes and let's go."
So while I was following her to her room I got my first look at her ass. It
was kind of flabby. It almost was a mistake looking at it, because by the
time we got to her room I was almost soft again. And her room was right down
the hall. But then she closed the door and locked it. And then I started
getting stiff again.
Then she turned and said, "Let me pull them off of you. OK?"
"You mean my underpants?"
"No, your socks dumb-ass... Yes, your underpants. Can I?" She was hovering
right next to me.
"I guess so" I said doubtfully.
"Well I'm not going to bite you, you know. You scared?"
"No, but-"
"So OK." ZIP. They were down. I glanced at my penis which was still swaying
as the result of her yanking my underpants down so forcefully and noted that
it had returned to straight out.
"God, Seth, it's big!" (Whereupon I think it got a little bigger.) "Can I
feel it?" (And at that point it started rising up again. She sure seemed to
have a way with it.) Then she took it in her hand and began to closely
examine it like it was an exhibit at a museum.
"Do you care if I jack you off?"
After a moment of stunned silence I managed, "No, but can I-"
"So what do you do?"
"Well, I don't know, you just pull on it.. but can-" (Then she just about
jerked me off my feet.) "Damn! Don't pull it loose!"
She started giggling. "Well, then you do it just long enough to show me how,
then let me. OK?"
"Well can I feel-"
"I'll let you for just a second but that's all" and with that, she took my
hand, pushed it into the upper reaches of her bush and held it there for a
few seconds. Held it there firmly and although I tried, my fingers couldn't
reach down into her apex. So close, yet so far. Then she said, "OK. That's
enough" and REMOVED my hand.
"Well damn. If you're going to-"
"You can play around with my boobs all you want, OK? Now show me how you
jack yourself off. Just do it for a few seconds, OK?"
"Well can I at least SEE it?"
"See what?"
"See between your legs."
"No."
"Well forget it then."
Of course I was bluffing but she didn't know that. So she thought about it
for a few moments, then she said, "Oh shit. Well if you're going to act like
a baby, you can see it, but you just better NOT try putting your hand down
there. Now here's wha-"
"Well I don't see why-"
"NO damn it! Now you sit on the floor and stretch your legs out in front of
you, then I'll sit on top of them and I'll have my legs opened up, OK? And
you can mess with my boobs all you want to, for as long as I'm jacking you
off, OK? Now show me how you do it."
I sat down doubtfully and stretched my legs out. "Well, don't you think we-"
"No I don't. Now be still. I'm going to sit on you."
I was going to suggest that maybe she ought to get some Kleenex or something
but I guessed if she didn't care about it then neither did I. So she sat on
my knees with her knees drawn up. It was kind of uncomfortable with her
sitting on me like that. And I never did really see up inside although I
guess I saw both her labia majora and minora. She had hair on her majora.
I'm not sure if I saw her clitoris or not. But anyway, I gave my penis a
couple of pulls, then she took over. It reminded me of someone milking a
cow. And while I found her boobs to be slightly interesting, apparently I
didn't get her all that hot. I was hoping I would so she'd let me feel down
between her legs, but anyway, I held out for as long as I could but finally
it ... sort of boiled over. All over her hand. Making it explode would have
been a whole lot better, but her technique really sucked. But anyway, at
that point she got pissed and acted like she hated me. She never would have
anything to do with me after that, she wouldn't even TALK to me, so in that
respect I guess things worked out pretty good after all.
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So why would I have been a bit hesitant about letting Austin see this you
might be asking yourself. And you might also be asking yourself just exactly
what the purpose of that story was anyway. I mean you MIGHT be, so just in
case, here goes.
One- If I knew beforehand that someone seemed to be getting experienced in
the boy-girl routine, then I would assume that he wasn't interested in any
boy-boy stuff and I didn't want Austin making that assumption. I wasn't
coming right out and saying that I was available, but if you want to read
between the lines then I guess you would have to admit that it wasn't out of
the question.
And two- I was discussing jerking off pretty openly, don't you think? Well,
certainly more so than has previously been the case, and my NOT bringing up
the subject hasn't worked out worth a DAMN.
But then based on my past behavior you should also know why I would still be
hesitant about letting him see this. ONE of these days I might reach the
point of being able to just come right out with it, but it still seems to be
a ways off.
But apparently my plan didn't HURT anything. Even if his only comment was
that they were both good stories. But it sort of opened up the channel of
communication I guess.
At first after we got into bed we just talked. I don't guess we were ever
much more than a few inches apart, but we were very polite about our close
proximity. I mean often in shifting about to get comfortable our shoulders
or our legs or our arms or something would make contact and while neither
one of us seemed to flinch, after about a second or so there would be an
almost imperceptible moving away. But then he sort of started playing
footsie with me. Which might not sound very promising but...
Pretty soon he broke off foot contact.. and draped his legs over my legs.
That was nice. And he said, "Damn, Stephanie is really cute, you know that?"
(She showed up just before we left for his house.)
And soo... at that point I told him about us swimming in our undies. With
all the lurid details. And I made up a few ADDITIONAL ones, even if it was
just that I'd seen her naked a few times. And gotten a few nice feels. And
if all that additional stuff was completely false, at least I didn't get TOO
carried away with it. But it did work. Because all at once his thighs were
across my thighs and if he kept it up, pretty soon BOINK... he was going to
collide with my boner. Which could have been because I was thinking about
Stephanie. Well, if nothing else, it was a good excuse if I needed one. (And
in case you're wondering, I was in my jockey shorts while he still had his
boxers on, but he'd pulled on a loose pair of cutoff sweats over them.)
But anyway, all at once we were lying on our sides facing each other with my
left thigh sandwiched between HIS thighs, and honest, I'm not even sure when
that happened, he just kept getting closer and closer, that's all. And I
could feel his breath and DAMN! if he got any closer, we were going to be
right up AGAINST each other and by then I was pretty sure he was going to be
every bit as hard as I was.
But then all at once he disengaged himself and rolled over on his back. So
with mixed emotions, I did likewise. Didn't have long to wallow in those
emotions though, because all at once he said, "Damn! You made me horny!"
"Well, I think I got myself horny too" I allowed.
"Hmm." Then after a short pause, "So you don't have to tell me if you don't
want to, but... well, almost everybody does it... when they get to be our
age, I mean... so do you ever jerk off?"
"Yeah. All the time." So see, I'm getting braver. Then I added, "So do you?"
"Well, I just said I did, didn't I? ... So do you wanna?"
"Yeah, I guess." (Well, don't expect a damn miracle, OK?)
"Well, let's do it then!"
So we did. He pulled his cutoffs and boxers off, I yanked my shorts off,
then side by side we stroked ourselves off. But I didn't suggest doing each
other. Maybe later. I'll bring it up eventually if he doesn't first, but
anyway, I still thought it was nice. He was watching me and I was watching
him. He squirted, I squirted. He still can't produce much and it's pretty
thin, but then I don't know for sure if mine is mature yet either. And in
case you're interested (I sure was) his little pencil dick gets to almost
four inches hard. I'm just over five inches. And I don't guess I should be
talking about him having a pencil dick either, since mine is still skinny as
well, even if it's not as much as his. But I sure HOPE mine gets bigger
around. It probably will, but I have no idea when.
But anyway, he wiped himself off with his boxers, then handed them to me so
I could wipe myself off. Then he tossed them on the floor, pulled his
cutoffs back on and that was that. Except "So that was cool, wasn't it? I
mean with us watching each other do it, didn't you think that was cool?"
"Yeah" I said, "That was WAY cool" and while I can think of cooler things,
at least there's hope.
When we woke up this morning, I was worried that maybe he'd be having second
thoughts and would be avoiding eye contact and all, but really, he acted
like nothing much had happened.
He said, "Well, did you sleep good?"
So after I said I did, he said "Well, mom and dad are already at work.
They'll be home around noon and I have to be packed by then but if you want
to, you can stay around awhile. You want to, don't you?" (I forgot to
mention that they're going up to Lake Superior on a short min-vacation. It's
no biggie though, he'll be back next Wednesday.)
And he asked me to write him a LONG story. He said, "Well, this is if you
want to, but while I'm gone could you write a LONG story? You said you
would, you know." (I said I MIGHT.) "You know," he continued, "set the
scene, and don't have the girl getting naked on the second page; because I
want some FOREPLAY; but EVENTUALLY they end up doing it. You think you could
do that?"
Well, the story was pretty much written already. A LONG one. Really, I can
write GOOD boy-girl stories, which is sort of amazing, since when I wrote it
I hadn't even had my first cum yet. But see, last January I lost it one day
at that Christian academy and I put my fist through the plate glass window
in Brother Furnier's office door.
(I'm back to summarizing things that had already appeared in my journal. But
I need to explain HOW I ended up in that family-oriented, Bible-based
treatment center for substance abuse and other types of emotional problems
in the first place. Which was because they thought I was trying to hurt
myself and I can see how they might have gotten that impression, but I
wasn't, I was just pissed, OK?)
But it was while I was in that place that I first saw Amy. Although at first
I thought she was a he. She looked a lot like Stephanie in fact. So I made
up this story about her in which I was making up ANOTHER story just FOR her
about a Nicholas and a Renee, like she would read an installment, then she'd
comment about it and then we'd mess around. Which was a progressive thing,
just as my Nicholas and Renee story is. And apparently it's a pretty good
story because after I was back home I showed it to a couple of boys in my
neighborhood and I could tell that they liked it a lot.
So all I really have to do with this story is copy it to another file and
then make replacements so the adventures of me and Amy become the adventures
of AUSTIN and Amy. And I'm about to tell you how that idea came up.
Just before I left we were on the floor talking. I was mostly trying to get
some ideas about what he might like to see in that long story. Cause you
know, I could always add some stuff to it.
He said, "Well, for one thing, I want you to be descriptive about
EVERYthing, what she looks like, what it FEELS like, and like I said, build
it up SLOWLY, you know what I mean?"
I blew an pretty impressive bubble with my bubble gum, then popped it.
"Yeah, I think so."
"And why don't you put ME in the story?"
"You want me to?"
"Yeah, sure, as long as I get laid, I do."
"Well, oK. I'm not going to give it away, but you WILL have fun, I promise."
"And why don't you put yourself in it too?"
So I said, "Well, if you stop to think about it, I would HAVE to be in the
story, because I really don't know how your warped little mind works, so
when you're with the girl, you'll pretty much end up acting like I would.
How's that sound?"
"Doesn't sound much like I'm going to get laid."
"Well... you might. Course if you don't stop being a smart ass, you might
end up-"
Then he started wrestling on me. And he was still wearing those cutoffs, so
in no time at all, his dick was out in the open; I mean it was ALL exposed,
his bush and everything; but he didn't act like he even noticed. He didn't
get hard or anything, but I sure did. Only I was dressed by then. And I
didn't grab anything even if I was tempted. Well, I did have my hand on his
ass briefly, but that was only because I was trying to get him off of on top
of me. Which didn't help my hard-on any. But anyway, after a minute or so he
quit. Wrestling on me. So we were on the floor side by side catching our
breath. I was staring up at the ceiling and I think he was too, but pretty
soon he admitted he really had no idea why girls acted the way they did, he
liked them, but he didn't know how to play their games and he really wasn't
too sure he WANTED to. Just like me.
"Yeah, it's hard to figure out" I said.
"So I guess we'll just have to do the best we can" he said, then he leaned
over and KISSED me. It was just a peck on my cheek, but I almost swallowed
my bubble gum. And I almost choked in another way too, because for a few
seconds I just froze, but then I gave him one on HIS cheek. Very shyly I
guess, but I did. Then we started giggling.
Austin said, "We're hopeless, you know that?"
"Yeah, and we're probably insane too" I added.
But anyway, not long after that he said he guessed he'd better start getting
packed and his folks would probably be back pretty soon, so I guessed it was
time to go. He said he'd be back fairly early Wednesday afternoon and he'd
call me just as soon as he got back. And I'd BETTER be home.
When I walked back home I was on cloud nine. And SOON as I got to my room I
had one fan-TASTIC jerk off. Even if I couldn't make it last long. I was
spraying almost before I even got started.
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Ok. Austin knows some general things about how the story will proceed,
but... well, Let's just get to it.
Well, maybe first I should mention one other thing. The part of this story
containing the adventures of Jeremy and Renee (you'll know it when you get
to it) was the very FIRST sexual fantasy I wrote. That I'll inflict on
anyone. I started with these advantures while I was at that treatment
center. And you will have to admit I was dedicated, because I scrawled a
good deal of this out on a legal pad RIGHT-HANDED, which was both slow and
barely legible. They wouldn't allow me to have my laptop at that place. So
then after I got back home I rewrote it.
And I should also mention that the part of the story containing the
adventures of Austin and Amy has been written more recently, although when I
first wrote it I wasn't Austin, I was me.
Of course the story was and still is all wishful thinking, and when I first
wrote it I had just barely started puberty, so to tell you the truth, some
of the sexual gymnastics originally chronicled really weren't possible, only
I wasn't aware of that then. But now I know a little more about this stuff.
So I will leave out the impossible.
Well look. Maybe I haven't ever done anything with a girl, but that doesn't
mean I don't know what would happen. There's always Waldenbooks. You would
be surprised at what you can find in there. And then if the lady clerk walks
up and says, "May I help you find something?" and you say "No, that's all
right, I'm just looking" (blush, blush) and she says, "I'm sorry but you
can't look at THAT here, it's supposed to be sealed and if your parents want
to buy it for you, you can look through it at home", well, you would also be
surprised at what you can find at any good college library.
And as a matter of fact, one time Ellis sort of verified what I was reading
about really COULD happen. He lives in my neighborhood back in Atlanta. And
there's this girl in my neighborhood named Carol Anne Driver. She's
promiscuous. My folks say they feel sorry for her because her mother has
been married five or six times, so really, exactly what else could you
expect out of her? But they also told me to stay away from her. But anyway,
when both Ellis and Carol Anne were twelve, this guy moved in for awhile
with Carol Anne's mother and he had a twelve-year-old boy of his own and him
and Ellis hung out a lot. His name was Jimi. I didn't like him very much.
But Ellis did. So OK. One time Ellis spent the night with Jimi, then the
next morning they were sitting around in their pajamas watching TV. So Carol
Anne came down and started messing with them. You know, picking at them. Now
understand that it was only Carol Anne, Ellis and Jimi in the house that
morning. I have no idea where the adults were. Oh, and Carol Anne was in her
night gown. But anyway, she grabbed the remote and kept switching channels.
Well, one thing led to another, and before long her and Jimi were wrestling
around on the floor. So it wasn't long before Carol Anne's night gown had
come up past her panties but instead of pulling it back down, she yanked
Jimi's pajamas down! And I don't guess he wore anything underneath his
either because Ellis said he was naked. Then she started grabbing his peter!
Sooo... Jimi pulled her panties right OFF. And Ellis said she had hair
around her pussy. But did she get really red-faced and pull her gown back
down then? Nooo. No, she asked Ellis what he was looking at. Ellis said,
"Well damn, what do you THINK I'm looking at?" She said, "Well damn you" and
started in on HIS pajamas. So he just let her do it, he said. Then she
started yanking on HIS peter some. He said it felt real good. Well, I guess
it DID. Anyway, they kept wrestling in the floor until finally her night
gown was all the way up over her head, I mean her face was completely
covered by it. And Ellis said she wasn't wearing a bra either. That's not
too surprising though, because she hardly ever does, at least not around my
neighborhood. But then Jimi says, "Hey, Ellis. Let's tickle her, ok?" So
Ellis said he started tickling her stomach, only guess what, that wasn't
what Jimi meant. He was talking about tickling between her legs! So now
you're absolutely horrified, right? Well, it turns out that she LIKED it!
Ellis said she started wiggling and opening her legs as wide open as she
could and going, "Oh shit! Oh shit!" Then pretty soon things started getting
very weird down there, said Ellis. Her breath was coming real fast and she
was sort of moaning and she got sticky down between her legs. And the more
they tickled down there, the stickier she got. Then her pussy started moving
and that pink ring inside was sort of hitching up and opening and after a
little bit it just about turned red. She was going, "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!!"
Then she started quivering. Ellis said he SAW it happen! He said it didn't
last a real long time but while it was happening she was just about shaking
all over and then after it stopped she looked like she was real happy. And
then she pulled both of them off.
Or at least that's what Ellis said happened. Of course when he told me, I
had just turned twelve myself. (He was thirteen then. And Jimi and his old
man were no longer living with Carol Anne's mother, they'd gone to Oregon I
think.) Exactly WHY Ellis told me all that I'm not entirely sure. One
possible reason is that by then it seemed almost everybody knew I didn't
know anything about sex and that it embarrassed me to talk about it. Or to
hear anybody else talk about it. Although actually what was embarrassing was
being laughed at because I DIDN'T know much. So I just ASSUMED I was going
to be laughed at, therefore I WAS. Embarrassed. But if it was just me and
one other person; not a whole gang; then if he wanted to talk about sex it
was OK by me. As long as he wasn't making fun of me. Well, when Ellis told
me that story it was just me and him over at his house. So he's going on and
on and I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open, then he stopped and
said, "I thought you didn't like talking about sex."
I said, "Oh, I don't always, but I guess maybe I need to find out more about
it, so go ahead. I don't mind."
But while a lot of what he was telling me sounded interesting, more often
than not I still wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about. Like for
instance, I didn't at that time realize girls even HAD pubic hair. And as
for all that quivering and moaning and getting sticky, well, I SURE didn't
know what THAT was all about. But it did sound interesting, even if I was
afraid to ask too many questions about it.
But there MIGHT have been another reason he told me that. After a little bit
he asked me, "You ever pull yourself off?"
That might have been the first time I ever heard that tone of voice. Shit! I
guess it was! Well, it made me very uncomfortable, I know that. Even though
I didn't know exactly what he meant. I didn't know shit, to tell you the
truth. But after I TOLD him I didn't know what he meant, he said, "You know.
I mean do you beat on it?"
"Do I beat on what?" I asked. Of course by that time I DID have an inkling
of what he was talking about. Which is why I was starting to turn very red.
Ellis was getting exasperated. He said, "I MEAN, dumb-ass, do you ever play
with your damn peter?!! You really ARE dumb, you know that? Shit, you want
me to show you how?"
So I said no I didn't and left. And other than just picking at me, he never
bothered me about it again.
But I remembered his story. And I wondered about it. Even if by the time I
reached thirteen I was beginning to think that he probably made the whole
thing up, because by then I knew boys often did that sort of thing. Made up
stories about girls.
But then after I turned fourteen I found some interesting information on
female orgasms at Waldenbooks which is when I began to think maybe he wasn't
making it up after all. Ellis isn't much of a reader for one thing, so see,
that would pretty much eliminate the possibility that he read the same thing
I did and then made up a story about it.
And another reason I think what he said happened may have really happened is
because of some research I did at Georgia State, like I saw this book on
adolescent development and I recall seeing a series of pictures. "Patterns
of growth and distribution of pubic hair in girls from the first appearance
(stage 2) to the adult type (stage 5)" I believe it was. So OK, I now know
what it looks like when it first starts. So when he said Carol Anne had
"hair around her pussy", it would seem to indicate that she didn't have any
anywhere else, because if she had, then he would have said she was real
hairy. I know, because he has reported as much about other girls. NOW he
makes up stories, I'm sure of it, but I've noticed that he rates having a
LOT of hair very highly. One girl was supposed to have so much he couldn't
even find her pussy at first. Which really does sound like a crock of it to
me, because I might not know a lot but I do know there isn't all that much
variance in where the pussies are located.
And I guess right now you must be asking yourself exactly what all this has
to do with the fantasy I am about to paste in and rewrite a little. It
actually doesn't have all that much to do with it, right at first I was only
trying to assure you that I DO know girls can have orgasms and how I came by
this knowledge and then one thing led to another and another and so on...
and so there you go.
But now that we have THAT out of the way, we'll just move on to my fantasy.
Austin's fantasy. Or whatever.
So OK. In my introduction I will misrepresent things just a little I guess,
but only so I'll look good. I mean I don't want Austin to think I've never
had any sort of experiences with girls whatsoever. Just in case. So OK. Here
we go.
This is a story I wrote for Amy while I was at a family-oriented, center for
the treatment of substance abuse and other emotional problems. I wrote it in
several installments. I would write an installment, then I'd let Amy read
it, then we would discuss it. I've decided to include some of her comments
along with my replies to her comments. Amy and I also messed around a
little. This messing around was a progressive sort of thing, so I thought it
might be interesting if I were to chronicle our progress.
After Amy was transferred into the custody of an older sister in Syracuse,
NY, we continued to correspond, as she really did enjoy my pornography. But
sadly she isn't nearly as salacious in written form as she is in person. I
remain hopeful that she might one day cast aside her inhibitions; as she
most certainly displayed little during our late night Uno games; but until
she can write better I will not include her letters.
I dated my installments along with her comments and the messing around.
Well, actually she never did see any of my pornography. I made that up, so
of course I also made up her comments and my replies. Not to mention the bit
about messing around. How could we POSSIBLY have messed around any when you
were doing good if you even got to go to the BATHROOM without supervision?
(You had to EARN the right to go to the bathroom by yourself. Which I never
did.) But no matter what your security clearance, you can be sure that
getting emotionally involved with another patient was a good way to find
yourself back at square one all over again. Emotional involvement interfered
with treatment, you see. I couldn't even TALK to her unless we were in a
group, and we were locked in our rooms at night. And the hallways were
guarded.
The idea of writing this story and the fictional comments came to me one day
in the quiet room. They locked me in there after an outburst on my part
while in group.
When you are in protective surveillance, they first take all your clothes,
then you are gowned and locked in a small padded room. There's not a lot to
do in there, so after awhile I just sat crosslegged with my back to the
door, not caring a bit if I mooned whoever every now and then looked through
the door's plexiglass window to make sure I hadn't figured out some way to
hang myself, and I meditated. (Those hospital gowns don't cover much.) As I
meditated, I wondered if it was possible to raise the bottom of my gown in
front without using my hands or shifting my legs. So it was while in this
state of heightened if somewhat localized awareness that I considered the
case of Carol Anne Driver, a girl from my neighborhood of low moral
character. She was promiscuous; among other things; but it was her
promiscuity that got her knocked up. So she was sent to her grandparents in
Tennessee. Where apparently she was still promiscuous, much to her
grandparents' consternation no doubt. While up there, she decided to run
away with some guy. They didn't get very far though, and she next found
herself in a state psychiatric hospital. Just for awhile. At the time she
was committed, there wasn't room for her at an adolescent unit so she ended
up in an adult unit. She was treated just like one of the adult patients
except she couldn't get a pass out. But she could get up and watch TV in the
patient's lounge wearing just her robe in the middle of the night. And she
also could visit with other patients or even with just one patient. At night
there were only two staff members on duty and except for one of them making
a round every hour, they stayed in the nurse's station. And the patient's
lounge couldn't be SEEN from the nurse's station.
Carol Anne told me of these things when she was returned to my neighborhood.
At that time I was hoping to take advantage of her promiscuity, and I am now
fairly sure I could have, if only I'd said "I will love you for always, till
the end of time", or something like that, but I couldn't bring myself to do
this. I am very sorry now that I didn't just lie about it though.
But at any rate, it was while considering some of the events Carol Anne said
took place in that psychiatric hospital that I was moved to say, "Ah! Would
that I had found Amy under such circumstances!" Well, something like that.
Amy was gorgeous. Slender, about 5-6 I guess, with a really nice tan. Big
soulful, mischievous dark brown eyes. Straight black hair, cut a little on
the short side. A bit of a tomboy, she was achingly cute.
So as soon as they let me out of the quiet room, I started my story, and it
grew and grew.
There is little point in reproducing the start of my journal of fictional
events. To briefly summarize, I was at first very shy. I figured I might as
well begin with myself the way I am and let it go from there in spite of
being shy and small for my age. Because I still want to fuck and I DON'T
want to wait until I'm 6-2 and have hairy legs to do it either. I mean who
knows how far in the future that might be? So anyway...
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But as it turned out, Austin WASN'T the first person to see the story which
will be started in the NEXT chapter (of THIS story) it was Stephanie.
BECAUSE Austin decided to stay an extra two weeks up there with his cousins.
And whether justified or not, that upset me.
But I'm almost finished with the groundwork. And hopefully I've managed to
establish that one- I didn't REALLY know much about anything (sexually
speaking) two- I was very awkward about this and three- it sure does seem
like I was full of myself in spite of all that. Guess it was a defense
mechanism. And please excuse all the big words I was so fond of using. But
if I want to establish what I was like at that time, then I guess I should
leave a lot of it the way I wrote it. Hopefully it isn't all that bad.
Because if nothing else, it was imaginative.
Oh, and in case you're interested, Austin eventually DID see my story. And
wasn't bothered much by my fondness for big words since he'd finished 3rd in
the city spelling bee. So he had to know LOTS of big words including a bunch
you would never use otherwise. Stephanie? She kept interrupting me. "What
the hell does THAT mean?" So I'd tell her. Then she'd go, "Well why in the
hell didn't you SAY so?" And so on.
But anyway. Here's my last journal entry. In this story. It's about
Stephanie again. Because after THIS... well, I just wanted to test her
limits is all. I realize (now) that an ordinary person would have used a
more direct approach, ESPECIALLY after the stuff that took place in this
last entry HAPPENED... but I wasn't normal back then.
It was interesting though.
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Sunday, July 17... Now this is about Stephanie. I know I haven't mentioned
her much lately. Well, it's been just over two weeks since we went swimming
in our underwear and ever since then she's been acting like she didn't even
want to mention it, much less do it AGAIN, and she SURE didn't want to go
skinny dipping. She's been mostly ignoring me. She did help me smoke up my
dope last week though. And then when I ran out I couldn't find any more.
Damn!
But that's OK because now I think I've found some.
About thirty minutes ago (around eleven) Stephanie came sneaking in and I
could tell right away she was fucked up. Seriously fucked up. So of course I
asked her about it, like could I get some of that shit.
YES and it was REALLY good; it was SO good she'd smoked one joint with four
other people and for awhile she was wondering if she could even risk going
home; but the guy wouldn't sell less than an ounce and that would cost me
$300. THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. But it was really good. Maybe if some of my
friends wanted to go in together, then she'd talk to some of her friends,
then maybe we could split a bag up.
Well, if it was really THAT good, then it wouldn't take much to catch a GOOD
buzz, so it would last for awhile. And I could do it because Putt'n'Putt is
NOT for babies and I've been cleaning up this summer. Especially off some
rich dumb ass home course turkeys from #2.
So OK. I asked her, "Can you get me two ounces maybe?"
"Shit. You got $600?"
"Yeah. Can you get it tomorrow?"
"Damn Seth, you been breaking into houses or something?"
"Nope. Just Putting. Still think it's for babies?"
"Yes. Well, maybe not. OK, I can pick some up, no problem there. So how
about around noon tomorrow?"
I said, "Sure, I'm not going to the course tomorrow anyway, I'm going to
sleep late for a change. So when you get back we'll have a pool party, OK?"
"Sounds cool to me" she said.
Monday, July 18... So this morning after everybody was gone I removed my
bottle of Bombay Gin from the closet. Because not only did I wish her to be
high, I also wanted her drunk. I intended to drink with great moderation,
myself. Smoke with moderation, no.
At around ten till, she showed up. I was cooling out in the lounge chair by
the pool, shirtless with my Atlanta Braves cap on backwards, wearing shades
and my ragged jeans. I had Dire Straits on the boom box and I was nursing a
Coke and gin. I glanced up at her. "Got it?"
"Uh huh." (YES!!!) She sniffed my drink, then to make sure, took a sip.
"Good" she said.
"Want me to mix you one?"
"Yeah, sure."
She was right about the killer weed, I'm not kidding. And we smoked TWO. Oh
wow. We were FUCKED UP.
So OK. Mutual exhibitionism initiated by the girl; that can happen, can't
it? I think so. And I was hoping it would work out that way today, but as it
turned out it was I who choreographed the action. That's what I said, me. Or
at least for the most part.
I guessed we would end up swimming again and I pretty much assumed that we'd
go in our underwear, in spite of her determination not to. Well, I hoped I
didn't have to mention that I had two ounces of really, really good stuff
and if she wanted me to leave her a good tip, then she had just better get
down to her underclothes; I HOPED she just understood that implicitly
without my having to mention it. I wasn't asking her to sell her body, I
just wanted to SEE her body. WITHOUT her undergarments. Yeah, well, I had a
plan.
See, I would jump into the pool in my BVDs, but I'd soon discover them
difficult to keep up. Then I would ACT like I was upset. But I KNEW those
BVDs were more than likely to come down, because after many washings, the
waistband's elasticity wasn't really all that adequate. But I'd keep jerking
them back up and acting like I was embarrassed. So Stephanie would be
completely lacking in sympathy and eventually she'd say, "Oh don't be such a
baby. Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping before? Shit, if it'll make you
feel any better, I'll take mine off", or something like that, OR all at once
she'd just try to remove my shorts herself and she would, but it turn out to
be one of those pyrrhic victories because she would lose her panties in the
process. I didn't know if I could snag her bra too, but once she was
bottomless, she probably wouldn't even be WORRIED about her top. And I doubt
if I would be all that worried about it either.
So that was the plan, see?
Well, even if it wasn't quite as hot today as it was earlier this week, it
was still in the low nineties, so sure enough, before long she said, "I
thought you were going swimming."
"Oh shit" I said, "My trunks are at Austin's." (Which of course they
aren't.)
"So go in your underwear again" she said, "but I'm not."
Oops. Major miscalculation. "What do you mean you're not?"
"I'm going, but not in my panties I'm not. I'm not even wearing a bra!"
Oh. I THOUGHT I saw some jiggling under her halter top. I wasn't sure, but
it looks like I did all right. So they bounced a little after all. Well. I
gave petulance a shot. "Oh fuck. Just forget it. I'm not going anyway."
"Suit yourself."
Well, it was at least worth a shot. So I thought about it some more. Any
minute she was going to get up, go into the house and put on her two piece,
which was interesting, but not nearly as much as just her panties. I had to
do something, so I asked if she wanted to smoke another.
"Damn, Seth, I'm already higher than I've ever been in my entire life!"
"Me too. Probably. So let's go for definitely. I'll even mix you another
drink for cotton mouth."
"Oh go ahead. I might as well."
So I mixed both of us a drink, hers a little stronger, mine almost nothing
but Coke. Well, she DIDN'T drown, oK? And anyway, I probably could've saved
her if she'd started sinking. I'm pretty sure of it. But anyway, we only
managed to smoke about half of that joint, then we both started coughing
real bad, so I had to pinch it. She took a big gulp of her drink, then began
coughing even more and spewed it out.
"Damn Seth, how much fucking gin did you put in that? You sure you ever
mixed before?"
Well, not really.
You know what I think? I think right at first she was planning on swimming
braless, then she changed her mind, but THEN she decided she would after all
because she could always plead insanity or she was just drunk as a skunk and
so high she really didn't remember WHAT she'd taken off, because only a
minute or so after she finally stopped coughing, she stood up and without
saying a word pulled off her halter top, slid her shorts down and walked a
little unsteadily to the edge of the pool wearing only her black bikini
panties. She paused there briefly and glanced back at me. "You satisfied?"
Then she dove in.
While not TOTALLY satisfied, I still could have lived with it. There is
something about the first time I see any part of anyone's private anatomy
that is really wonderful. Anyone I am physically attracted to, I mean. Well,
sometimes her breasts moved and sometimes they didn't. But no, they wouldn't
have been mistaken for some boy's glandular condition. Her nipples were...
well, I guess they were fairly ordinary actually, but for some reason even
if you see almost ALL of a girl's breasts, until you actually see her
nipples you don't feel like you've seen EVERYthing. I guess it's
psychological. And when I finally saw her little brown nipples it was all I
could do not to say "YES!" Because they were HER'S.
But anyway, quickly but carefully while she was swimming away I stripped
down to my shorts. I mean the waistband on those things was so loose that
they'd come right down with my pants if I wasn't careful and if she were to
see that, I could hardly pretend it was accidental. I walked to the edge of
the pool. Glancing down at myself I noticed my erection was almost pushing
aside the elastic in my waist band as it was. Well, then maybe I'd finish
off some of her drink first. It sure couldn't hurt. Boy, was I high. Oh wow.
So I was sitting on the edge of the lounge chair taking small sips (and it
WAS strong) when she climbed out trying to adjust her panties. Although they
revealed more than I would've normally expected, they weren't as revealing
as her white ones. But even so, it was glorious.
"Hey" she said, "You coming in or am I going to have to throw your ass in?"
"In a minute" I said, then as an afterthought, "I LOVE your outfit."
"Thought you might. Well, if I have to come out and drag your little ass in,
you might not HAVE an outfit." Then she dove back in.
So I thought about THAT before finally saying to myself, "Nah. I'll just
dive right in, give her a quick flash, then play it by ear" and I sat her
drink down, grimaced, took a running start and cannonballed in. Only things
didn't work out as I planned.
"Oh my, I truly DO love YOUR outfit" she said.
And that's when I looked down and spotted my BVDs about six feet below,
sinking languidly to the bottom of the pool. And I was horrified. It wasn't
an act. I WAS. Because at the bottom of the pool they were useless. They
were SUPPOSED to for the most part stay on, giving her maddeningly seductive
flashes of my butt mostly, although I supposed it was possible, well OK,
probable that more than merely my butt might end up being exposed. And I
intended to end up naked; that's what I told myself; I was going to DO it;
but when I discovered that I really WAS, my initial reaction was to cover
myself with my hands. But it's hard to stay afloat that way. I was
MORTIFIED, it was no act. How could I have been so STUPID? WHAT was I going
to DO? Then it occurred to me that I might consider diving for the damn
things. So I took a deep breath and... noticed that she'd already dived. She
was after them! Frantically, I dived after her, but I was way too late as
she was already headed back to the surface, prize in hand, when our paths
crossed.
It was kind of blurry, but I saw her flash by and I grabbed. So if she was
propelling herself upwards and I was heading down, then if I were to snag
any part of her panties; well zip, they'd come right on off and that is
EXACTLY what happened. It's a simple law of physics, that's all.
Then we surfaced several yards apart and faced each other, treading water.
It was pretty much a standoff.
I HAD seen her hair underneath her wet panties when we went in our
underwear. That little inverted triangle. It was ADORABLE!
But anyway, she said to me, "You better give them back, Seth!"
I just looked at her, then I said, "And if I don't?"
So she was overcome by petulance and she just hurled my balled up BVDs right
over the fence, into the Bucholz's rose bushes I guess. But a really bad
move on her part because I threw HER wadded up panties over the fence too,
so there. What the Bucholzs might have thought had they been digging about
in their rose bushes right then I can only imagine.
Then I guess she decided she wasn't going to act like a wimp, I mean how
could she after always picking at me? So for awhile we circled about pretty
cautiously, then we just completely forgot all about it. Forgot about being
cautious. I mean I hardly forgot about her being naked. I couldn't take my
eyes off her.
So OK. Not long after we stopped circling each other, we started playing
tag. So she was climbing out of the pool intending to dive right back in and
I was right behind her. At that point I hadn't managed to tag her in any
good places, although there had been some near misses, but she'd already
tagged me once right between my legs. That felt good. But anyway I was
intent on tagging her before she could get back into the water. Well, she
turned at the top of the ladder and started kicking at me and I suddenly
found myself looking right up between her legs, I mean I could see up INSIDE
a little and then whoops, I lost it AGAIN but I did manage to quickly scoop
the stuff out of the water and wipe it off on the side of the pool above the
water line. Even then it hardly wilted below half mast and it wasn't long
before it was sticking straight up again. It was amazing. And since she
didn't know I'd shot off, I wasn't embarrassed about it. It sure seems to
have a hair trigger though. I probably should work on that some more.
But I guess it was probably a good idea to shoot off when I did as opposed
to shortly after while I was on her shoulders. That would have been awful,
right in her hair, and she would have felt my dick sort of banging on the
back of her head and she would have asked me, "Just what in the hell are you
DOING back there?" and I would have probably answered, "Oh, nothing." That's
probably what I would have said all right. But then shortly after that I
would have asked if she wanted me to wash her hair and THAT'S about the time
it would dawn on her what had happened. Oops. Talk about PISSED, she WOULD
have been, no doubt about it. So, yeah, it probably was good that I lost it
when I did.
But yeah, she got on my shoulders and I got on hers. It was wonderful. And
eventually I grabbed her between her legs a few times and she grabbed me a
few more times. It was always a quick feel, we weren't really groping each
other, but it was... it was really wonderful. Sheesh. Yeah, well, it was!
Wonderful. Simply marvelous. Heavenly. More or less. Whatever.
So returning once again to the pool, I particularly liked feeling her boobs.
Actually they were pretty pliable even if she didn't really give me a chance
to mash them around. I liked the feel of her nipples. And I LOVED her bush.
You KNOW I did. It was soft and downy, almost like Austin's. And everything
else down there was REAL soft. Her pouting sex, you know. She wouldn't let
me poke my finger up in there, not accidentally or otherwise, but I almost
stuck something else in and it really WOULD have been an accident. See, she
dunked me under, and I HATE that. I ALWAYS panic when that happens so
naturally I thrashed back to the surface but she was right up against me,
front to front and I'll bet my dick missed ramming in between her legs by
only about a fraction of an inch because I felt it sliding up along her
stomach starting from her bush. It almost HAPPENED. I wonder if I would have
known right away what happened if it had ended up inside her? If I was still
under the water, maybe not, but then once I surfaced, I would have thought,
"Hey, I'm stuck in something", and then it would hit me. Oh WOW!!! But I
hear once it's in, it's hard to talk it into coming back out. But that's
when she said maybe we'd better cool it. Under the circumstances, I guessed
she was right. Well, if nothing else, I had water up my nose again. And I
swallowed a lot too. So OK, we sat back to back beside the pool for a little
while.
But THEN, after we cooled down just a little and I stopped coughing, she
wanted to JERK me OFF, because she said she'd never seen the stuff shooting
out before. She was going to and she was going to let me finger her off at
the same time, but first she wanted us to finish off that third joint. So we
were sitting facing each other. My thighs were over her's. We weren't much
more than a foot apart and I was thinking, "Oh WOW!" It was a trip. I had on
my shades and my Braves cap backwards. R-E-O Speedwagon was wailing away on
the boom box. ("Golden Country" from an old live album they did. It has a
LONG jam. It just keeps going and going and going...) And my penis was as
close to vertical as I've ever seen it. Unfortunately that's when my mom
came out the back door and saw us and that took care of that.
So she threw me out of the house. She didn't care WHERE I went, she just
wanted me to pack my things and be fast about it. So I packed all my stuff
into two suitcases and headed down the street. I'd walk about a block, then
I'd rest for awhile. Those suitcases were heavy! But anyway, I think I was
about four and a half blocks from home wondering exactly where I was
supposed to go, when a county mountie drove up and then I didn't have to
worry anymore about where I was going to spend the night, since after
thinking about it a little longer my mom decided to have me arrested.
And as for Stephanie, well, she spent six months in a drug rehab unit. It
ended up costing more than $20,000 but she's now drug free and plans to be a
beautician.
OK, I'll admit it then, mom didn't walk up on us. It could have happened,
but it didn't. What really happened was that she DID pull me off, but she
wouldn't let me stick my fingers up into her pussy. I did manage to talk her
into letting me stick my tongue in though.
I said, "Well damn. Let me eat you out then." I didn't think she would let
me do that, but I was pissed because she wouldn't let me stick my fingers
in, so I wanted to piss HER off.
But SHE said, "You mean you would really put your mouth down between my legs
and stick your tongue in there?"
I said, "Well, hell yes."
So she said, "I bet you won't."
Oh yes I would. I was between her legs and she was on bottom. Shit, it
wasn't very long at all before she had her legs up in the air. She was sort
of slowly bicycling them. Then before much longer she was RAPIDLY bicycling.
I could've got hurt that way, because her legs were going everywhere. Whoa!
So I pulled away and watched in amazement as she continued her gyrations
with her legs going faster and faster and she was shoving her fingers up
into her twat and shrieking and moaning.
OK. That didn't happen either. It sounds interesting though. But I'm not
really sure if it would work all that well. Most likely bicycling would be
somewhat counterproductive. WRITHING would be OK I suppose.
Well, truth then. Really. And this time I'm not kidding.
What really happened was that we both got really paranoid at about the same
time. Which was about when we heard the Bucholzs next door. And even if they
couldn't see through the fence, we DID remember our undies being over there
and so we quickly got dressed and went inside. And that was all there was to
THAT. But in retrospect, I really have to say that it was all very
wonderful.
Oh, and I gave her a REALLY good tip. Half an ounce. It was worth it. And
she said she wanted to hear my story too. Soo... stay tuned?
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