
                               The Club
                             by NyteMyst

                                  ***

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                                  ***

Bradley Winston, his eyes large and luminous behind his thick
prescription glasses, peered nervously at the ragged semi-circle of
neighborhood boys in front of him.  His family had only moved to the
quiet suburb a few weeks earlier and, despite the fact he was clearly
older and taller than any of the young boys, he was, being a
newcomer, extremely unsure of himself.

Had he been of sturdier build, or of a less timid disposition,
Bradley might have weathered this first meeting with a great deal
more confidence than he now felt.  As it was, however, he was unable
to tell whether the boys were being friendly or having fun at his
expense and, though he desperately wanted to make new friends, at
that moment he would have been quite happy to be back in his bedroom
peacefully reading.

"So where you from?"  the boy directly in front of him asked.  He was
a head shorter than Bradley and had a shock of unruly, blond hair
that hung down over his forehead, almost obscuring his bright blue
eyes.  It appeared that he was the leader of the little group and
Bradley had already learned that his name was Todd Kavanaugh.

"Bangor, Maine..."  replied Bradley.

"Is your dad a lobster fisherman," asked the heavyset boy to Todd's
left.  The boy, who appeared to be known as 'Moose', asked the
question with genuine interest and it was obvious that his knowledge
of Maine's economy (not to mention geography) was somewhat limited.

"No," responded Bradley, deciding not to point out that Bangor lay
some seventy miles from the nearest shore.  "He's a lawyer."

"What grade you going into this fall?"  queried Todd.

"Eight," Bradley told him, adding: "I turned thirteen last January."
Normally, this announcement would have established a pecking order
with him at the top, but the group seemed unimpressed.

"Me and Moose are going into grade seven," Todd answered back.  "The
rest of them," he continued, indicating the other boys with a sweep
of his arm, "they're not starting junior-high 'til next year."
Bradley did not respond to this and Moose piped up again:

"Ya got a girlfriend?"  Bradley shook his head.

"No, I just moved here," he replied.  "I used to have one
though...where I used to live."  This last statement was somewhat
less than accurate.  He had, at a birthday party, kissed a young girl
by the name of Becky Albright during a spin-the-bottle game, and
though this hardly constituted a relationship by any means, he
mentally elevated her to the status of girlfriend.

"Oh yeah?"  chimed in one of the younger boys.  "Did ya do it with
her?"  Bradley's cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red at this and the
boy laughed.  "I bet he's never even seen a naked girl before," he
chortled.

"Of course I have," shot back Bradley, on the defensive now.  "Lots
of times."  This was greeted with hoots of derision from the entire
company.

"Sure... I bet..."  Todd laughed sarcastically.  The boys were
standing in the driveway to Todd's house and, when Bradley started to
protest his veracity, the blond-headed young boy waved his arm over
toward a young, sandy-haired girl of eleven or twelve who was
watching the group with interest from the railing of the front porch.
"If you like... my sister Vicki will show you her panties for a
quarter," he announced, making Bradley blush an even deeper shade of
red.

"Oh... get... get real," he faltered, now sure he was being made the
butt of a joke.  The girl, having caught her name, clambered down
from her perch to saunter towards them and Bradley was able to see
that, though a little untidy, she was quite pretty indeed.  Her hair,
hanging to below her shoulders, was tied back with a grubby yellow
head-band, and her suntanned limbs, marred here and there with
scratches and scrapes, were softly plumpish, but in a pleasant
girlish sort of way.

"I ain't foolin' ya," Todd assured Bradley.  "Gimme a quarter and see
for yourself."

"I'm not giving you a quarter," Bradley replied crossly.  At this,
the young girl piped up in some indignation.

"Darn right..."  she said forcefully.  "I'm not showing my panties to
anyone unless its me that gets the quarter..."  Her announcement,
delivered as loudly as it was, attracted the horrified stare of an
old lady who was passing by on the sidewalk.  Vicki saw the woman's
shocked reaction and gave a shriek of derisive laughter, causing the
elderly matron to purse her lips and hobble stiffly away from the
unruly gathering.

"So... you got a quarter?"  the impish young creature demanded,
turning her pretty features to Bradley.  The other boys watched the
embarrassed youth expectantly.

"I'm... I'm not paying to see...to see that," Bradley stammered.  His
discomfiture raised another gale of amusement.

"He wants to," wheezed one of the younger boys helplessly.  "You can
tell he really wants to..."  Vicki turned on him scornfully.

"You should talk, Billy Harrigan," she said.  "You must've paid me
'bout a million bucks already..."  Young Billy looked suitably
shamefaced at this attack and Bradley was relieved to have the
group's attention focused elsewhere for the moment.  He was racking
his brain for an appropriate way to make his exit when the door to
Todd's house opened and Mrs. Kavanaugh came out onto the porch.

"Todd...Vicki... Suppertime," she shouted.  She then turned to the
boy that Bradley knew only as Moose.  "Your mother has called twice
looking for you, Terrance," she announced.  "I'd get home right now
if I were you."

Moose and the other boys began to slip away and Bradley gratefully
turned for home.  He was only a few steps down the street when Todd
called out to him in a taunting falsetto.

"See ya later, Four-eyes!"

It was unfortunate that there were no children of Bradley's age or
inclinations in the neighborhood.  Todd Kavanaugh and company had
made it quite plain that they had no interest in him and, though he
was lonely and bored for most of the time, he often found himself
watching them wistfully as they amused themselves in the park
opposite his house.  One afternoon, while sitting on the curb, he saw
a whole troop of the boys descending into the wooded ravine beside
the park and he became so caught up in watching them that he quite
failed to notice young Vicki Kavanaugh come up behind him.

"They're going to build a tree-fort," she announced, startling
Bradley out of his private thoughts.  He swiveled around to face her.

"Uh...what?"  he mumbled.  Vicki was wearing an abbreviated pair of
white shorts along with a faded blue T-shirt and he saw that she had
a fresh Band-Aid on her right knee.

"A tree fort," she replied.  "Todd and them are going to build one in
the ravine."  Several of the boys were, in fact, carrying planks and
other odd bits of lumber, and Todd appeared to be brandishing a
hammer.

"Really?"  he asked, thinking that building a fort sounded like fun.

"Yup..."  Vicki answered.  "It's supposed to be a big secret and
everything but I heard them making plans... You wanna spy on 'em?"
Bradley regarded her silently for a moment and considered the
proposal.  He was at his wit's end with boredom, it was true, but, on
the other hand, it was demeaning to a thirteen year old boy to have
to chum around with an eleven year old girl.  Reluctant to accept her
suggestion, he carefully ran his mind over the alternatives open to
him.

"Okay," he agreed finally.

Several minutes later, the pair found themselves at the end of the
street where it terminated in a cul-de-sac near the far end of the
ravine.  There were only a few houses on the ravine side and the last
of these had stood vacant since early the previous spring.  Vicki
beckoned Bradley to follow her and the pair made their way up the
driveway and into the shaggy, overgrown yard behind the empty
dwelling.

"We should be able to see 'em from up here," Vicki said.  There was a
locked shed nestled against the bushes and trees at the back of the
property and they crept through the undergrowth to find themselves at
the rim of a steep bluff overlooking the narrow valley below.
Already they could hear voices and they dropped to their stomachs to
survey the lie of the land.

"There they are," Bradley suddenly whispered.  He was looking down
into the ravine toward the left and when Vicki followed his gaze she
was able to make out the figures of her brother and his friends
huddled between two stands of trees.  They appeared to be
gesticulating at each other and, though they were too far away for
their words to be understood, it appeared that they were discussing
the design of their fort to be.  The pair watched in silence for
several minutes before Vicki spoke up.

"They're going to have a club and everything," she said.  "The fort's
going to be their clubhouse..."

"A club?"  Bradley asked.

"Yup... a secret club," Vicki replied, waving away a buzzing fly.
"And they won't ever let any girls join," she added bitterly.

"Nor me either, probably," rejoined Bradley.  Vicki looked over at
him.

"Well... we could have our own club," she said.

"Our own club?"

"Sure... if you want to we could."

"Well... like to do what?"  Bradley asked finally.  Vicki shrugged.

"We could play tricks on Todd and his stupid old club," she ventured.
"Or whatever we wanted to do, I guess."  Bradley considered this.

"But we don't have a tree fort or anything..."  he countered.  Vicki
flashed him a secret little smile.

"We don't need any stupid tree fort," she chuckled.  "Come on...
follow me."

Moving carefully to avoid attracting the attention of the boys below,
Vicki crept back silently through the bushes and Bradley, emulating
her stealthy example, followed behind.  They emerged beside the
small, white-painted shed and stood up.

"Here's our clubhouse..."  Vicki announced.  Bradley stared at it
doubtfully.

"But it's locked," he complained.  Vicki chortled gleefully.

"Oh... you think so," she laughed.  Pushing past the overhanging
branches that brushed against the shed, she worked her way to the
back, motioning Bradley to follow.  When they reached the far corner
she pointed to a loose board near the bottom of the structure.

"I found this all by myself," she whispered confidentially.  She
dropped to her knees and eased the board out so that a gap about a
foot high was created.  She slid through this aperture with relative
ease and then her muffled voice came from within directing Bradley to
enter.  He bent down as she had done and slid his head through the
opening, blinking his eyes at the unaccustomed shadows inside.

"Well...come on," said Vicki impatiently.  The passage through the
gap was a little tighter for Bradley, but he made it fairly easily
and he stood up to find himself in a dimly lit rectangular space that
had clearly been used for storing yard equipment.  There were shelves
along one wall, and a counter along the other beneath a small window,
and the floor was littered with empty boxes and other unidentifiable
bits and pieces.  The air in the little shed was, after the
increasing heat outside, delightfully cool and refreshing.

"Isn't this excellent," breathed Vicki.  "This is a much better
clubhouse than what Todd and them are ever gonna make..."

"Maybe..."  replied Bradley.

"Sure it will," Vicki insisted.  "We can fix it up real good and buy
supplies and stuff..."

"Yeah, supplies... You know, candy and stuff just for the members of
the club."  She pushed some papers from the top of an upturned wooden
crate and dragged it against one wall.  "Here's a seat for you..."
she said and then made another for herself by placing a wooden board
across two milk crates.  Bradley brushed the dust from his box and
sat down.

"Now what?"  he asked.

"Well... tomorrow we can fix it up in here with stuff from home...
today though, we ought to vote for president."

"Vote?  There's just two of us..."

"Okay," shrugged Vicki.  "I'll be president then..."  Bradley was
about to object to this coup d'etat, but he decided acquiescence was
by far the easiest course of action.

"Alright," he sighed.

"Now," continued Vicki.  "We need a treasury.  Maybe like a dollar
apiece or something... how much have you got?"  Bradley counted some
coins from his pocket.

"A buck sixty," he said.  "How much do you have?"  Vicki shook her
head.

"Well... none here..."  she admitted.  "I could owe it," she said
tentatively, "or... you could pay me for my share..."  Bradley stared
at her uncomprehendingly for a minute and then the memory of his
first encounter with her made him understand.

"I thought that was only a quarter..."  he shot back at her.

"Just to see my panties it is..."  Vicki replied.  "But for fifty
cents...no, a dollar... you get to see a lot more."  She looked at
him expectantly in the dim light.

"I don't know..."  began Bradley doubtfully.  He had a vague sense
that he was being hustled somehow, but, in truth, he was becoming
increasingly more intrigued by the new turn of events.

"I know!"  Vicki said after a moment's thought.  "Since we're in the
club together, we could do it so that I show you stuff and you show
me too...that way it'd only be eighty cents and we'd be even...."
Bradley wasn't sure about how this made things even, but he was
reluctant to object too strenuously.

"Show stuff?"  he queried...."Like... how do you mean?"

"Well..."  Vicki began, a mischievous smile lighting up her cute
young features.  "Whatever I take off, you have to take off too..."
Bradley shifted nervously on his seat.  An odd fluttering feeling was
growing in the pit of his stomach and his mouth felt dry.

"Okay," he whispered hoarsely a moment or so later.  "As long as you
go first."

This was fine with Vicki.  Sitting down on her makeshift bench, she
slid off each of her torn sneakers and then peeled her socks off
also.  She then looked expectantly at Bradley who dropped his eyes to
survey the floor with concern.

"Do we have to take our shoes and socks off?"  he asked plaintively.
"It's all dirty in here."  Vicki rolled her eyes theatrically.

"Of course you do," she shot back scornfully.  "Don't be such a
baby."  Bradley's face reddened a little at this rebuke and he bent
to remove his footwear, placing it carefully on the top of the box
beside him.  He looked over at Vicki with an air of someone who has
just completed something daring and he saw, to his pleasure, that she
was favoring him with a decidedly sexy little smile.

"Your turn," he said, smiling shyly back at her.

Vicki, without hesitating, crossed her hands in front of her and,
grasping the hem of her T-shirt, pulled the garment over her head and
took it all the way off.  Her chest, pale where her bikini top had
covered her, was almost completely flat, but there was also a clearly
discernible fullness around the dark circles of her girlish nipples.
There wasn't a great deal to look at, in point of fact, but Bradley,
to his mild surprise, found himself strangely excited by the perky
little points.  Vicki set her shirt down and then motioned to her new
friend to take off his own.

Bradley had worn a button down shirt that day and it took him almost
two minutes to undo it entirely.  He peeled it off quickly and, to
Vicki's amusement, he primly folded it before setting it down.  His
chest, clearly having seen very little sun, was pinched and narrow
and his ribs stood out plainly like the ridges of a washboard.  Vicki
surveyed his naked torso for a brief moment and then stood up from
her bench.

"Ready?"  she teased.  Bradley nodded without speaking and his pretty
new friend undid her shorts and let them slide to the floor.
Beneath, her panties were a simple white cotton decorated with
garlands of blue flowers, and there was a gentle rise in front,
pushing against the thin fabric between the upper juncture of her tan
thighs.  Bradley swallowed at the sight and felt an incipient
swelling inside his own underwear.  Vicki smiled again.  "Now you do
it," she instructed him.

Instead of rising all the way up as Vicki had done, Bradley simply
lifted his hips slightly and pulled at each leg of his shorts in turn
until the rear slipped down below his buttocks and then he sat back
down and slid them all the way off.  There was a slight tent-pole
effect just beginning to be visible at the front of his plain white
briefs and Vicki eyed this with interest as Bradley self-consciously
folded his shorts and placed them atop his shirt.  When he was done,
he turned to her, his face now flushed, and waited to see what was
about to happen.

"Do ya dare me?"  Vicki whispered, slipping her thumbs into the
waistband of her abbreviated little panties.  Bradley's voice was too
dry to respond and he simply nodded again, his eyes fixed on Vicki's
nether regions.

The impish little girl didn't take the panties off as quickly as she
had her shorts.  Rather she peeled them down slowly, drawing the
moment out for maximum effect.  She eased the waist band downward,
pausing just as it reached the top of her mound, and then she held it
there for a second before revealing the narrow slit of her pussy,
centimeter by teasing centimeter.  When the panties were all the way
off her girlish hips she let them drop silently to the floor and then
stood there before Bradley, completely and deliciously naked.

In all his short life, Bradley had never seen a real nude girl.  He
had seen pictures, of course, and some very hard-core photographs of
all sorts of sexual activity on the Internet, but none of that could
compare to the impact of having a living, breathing naked young girl
only a few feet away.  Almost instantly, his cock swelled stiffly to
become a hard little twig in his underwear.

"Okay," whispered Vicki, her eyes focused on the prominent bulge at
Bradley's groin.  "Now you have to get all bare too..."

Although very excited now, Bradley was still nervous and his hands
shook as he moved to take off his last remaining garment.  He started
to raise his hips to slide them off as he had done with his shorts
but Vicki interjected impatiently.

"Not like that," she frowned.  "You have to stand up like I did."

Blushing hotly now, as much from excitement as from Vicki's rebuke,
Bradley stood up and hesitated for a moment before pulling his
underpants all the way down.  His erection, now released from the
confining material, sprung free with a little bounce and came to
rest, standing stiffly out from his body to point at the sexy little
girl.

"Wow," Vicki breathed.  "You've even got hair down there..."

There was indeed a small patch of downy curls crowning Bradley's
pubis, as well as a sparse crop of delicate hairs encircling the base
of his shaft and spreading over the fleshy little purse of his
scrotum.  Vicki gazed in fascination at his crop and Bradley
experienced a little rush of excitement at being subject to this
intimate appraisal.

"Moose has hair there too," she informed him.  "Not as much as you
though," she added.  Bradley's cock, no thicker than the standard
hot-dog wiener and only just three-quarter's the length, was actually
smaller than Moose's, but she sensitively omitted that fact.  "His
has skin at the end of it though," she continued.  "It's called a...
a..."

"A foreskin," Bradley interjected, his voice a thick, hoarse whisper.

"Right," nodded Vicki.  "Billy Harrigan's is like that too... but not
any of the other boys, though."  She continued to stare and Bradley,
secretly impressed by the girl's obvious experience, seemed to grow
even stiffer beneath her gaze.

"Want to look closer at mine?"  Vicki asked coyly.  She lifted her
face to Bradley's and he felt a surge of arousal as their eyes
locked.  He nodded to her, not daring to speak, and she slipped
around to his left and climbed up onto the crate beside the neat pile
of clothes.  "Okay..."  she said softly.

Bradley turned to face her and saw that she had shuffled back on the
box to sit with her feet on the very edge and her knees spread out to
either side.  The narrow little slit of her pussy was now open before
him and he could see the pink folds of her delicate inner lips
glistening moistly inside the plump halves of her mound.  His breath
caught as he stared at the vision and he suddenly felt as intensely
and intoxicatingly aroused as he ever had in his life.

"You can touch me down there, if you like," Vicki whispered.  "I
don't mind."

Bradley's heart seemed to lurch inside his chest at this invitation
and he hesitated for a moment or so before tentatively reaching out
with his trembling hand and placing it flat on the little girl's
prominent mound.  His palm instinctively cupped the curve of her
pudendum, allowing him to feel the warmth of her, and as he pressed
it gently against the plump little saddle, the moistness of her slit
became excitingly apparent.

"Did you ever do this before?"  Vicki asked in a sibilant whisper.
Bradley, too caught up in the moment to even lie, shook his head,
keeping his eyes fixed between her legs.  He rocked his hand back and
forth, increasing the pressure ever so slightly, and his new friend
exhaled suddenly in a sharp little sigh.  "I like it when I do this,"
she confided.  "I really like it when I get to do sex and stuff with
boys..."

"Um hum," Bradley said quietly, now hypnotized by the moment.

"Moose can make his cock squirt when he plays with it," Vicki
announced.  "Real sperm comes out and everything... Does yours do
that?"  Bradley stiffened at the question and his hand paused in its
caress.  He harbored a secret guilt about the solitary pleasure he
had only recently discovered and he was far too ashamed to admit his
indulgence.

"I...I never... never do that," he lied in an indignant whisper.  He
pulled his hand away and stood before the cute young girl in
embarrassed silence.  Vicki, accepting his heated denial as the truth
stared at him in honest surprise.

"You're kidding," she exclaimed in astonishment.  She sat fully
upright, allowing her legs to dangle over the edge of the crate and
her voice became softer.  "I can show you how," she said.  "I'm
really good at it..."

Bradley swallowed hard, barely believing what was happening, and,
when she beckoned him closer, he took a little step forward so that
he was almost between her outstretched knees.  His cock, which was
almost level with the top of the crate, pointed straight into the
juncture of her thighs, barely eight inches from her puffy little
pussy lips.  She smiled sweetly at him.

"You have to hold it like this," she said, reaching out for him.  Her
hand grasped the rigid shaft of his erection and he started a little
at the coolness of her touch.  "Then," she continued in a quiet
whisper, "you have to rub it up and down...like this."

Bradley's breath caught as Vicki began to slowly slide her hand back
and forth along the length of his cock.  Her grip was almost feather
light and the delightful friction she was creating made him moan
softly.  His thigh muscles tensed as the teasing sensations gripped
him and in less than a minute the head of his cock turned a deep
purple and seemed to swell to the point of bursting.

"I think it's going to happen," Vicki said excitedly.  "I think it's
about to squirt!"  She gripped the shaft a little tighter between her
thumb and forefinger and began to slide the loose outer cock skin
back and forth over the firm erectile tissue inside.  She managed a
half dozen strokes or so and then Bradley emitted a short yelping
grunt, bucked his hips and shot a tablespoonful of thick, viscous
fluid onto the crate-top between Vicki's thighs.

"Oh...gosh!"  he gasped, reaching out to grasp Vicki's knee for
support as she surveyed the results of her handiwork with pride.

"Wow..."  she exclaimed.  "That was quicker even than Moose..."  She
patted his dwindling erection affectionately.  "I must have done it
real good, huh?"  she beamed.

When they were dressed a few minutes later, Vicki announced that it
was time for her to be getting home.  She suggested that they ought
to come and go from the clubhouse separately in order to maintain its
secrecy and Bradley, who hoped to avoid being seen in the young
girl's company, readily agreed.  They emerged from the shed,
squinting in the bright afternoon sun, and Vicki said she would wait
until Bradley had managed to get a good distance down the street.  He
turned to leave her then and was only halfway across the backyard
when she called out to him.

"And bring lots of stuff tomorrow..."  she told him "Stuff for our
club."

                                  ***

As it happened, it rained the next morning and Bradley's mother, who
had originally planned to do some gardening that day, took him to the
Mall to buy a suit for an upcoming wedding.  It was lunchtime when
they finally arrived back at the house and Bradley wondered if Vicki
was going to be cross with him for not showing up earlier.  He wolfed
down the soup and sandwich his mother prepared for him and then made
his way hastily down the street to the backyard of the empty house.

There was no sign of Vicki when he arrived and he wriggled his way
into the shed, shaking the rainwater from his hair when he stood
upright.  It took a moment or so for his eyes to adjust to the dim
light and, when they did, he saw to his dismay that there were
several streams of water leaking through the badly maintained roof
and the floor was wet and muddy.  He was just about to leave when he
heard a rustling behind him and he turned to see Vicki poking her
head through their secret entrance.

"Where were you?"  she demanded, her sandy hair plastered to her
forehead.

"Uh...I couldn't get away," Bradley shrugged.  He pointed toward the
roof and indicated the plethora of leaks invading the shed.  "We
won't be able to use this place if the wet weather keeps up," he
observed.  Vicki shook her head.

"Doesn't matter," she said enigmatically.  "C'mon... Follow me."
With that, she withdrew her head and Bradley, his curiosity aroused,
dropped down to follow her.  "Hurry up, Bradley" she called, her
voice disappearing across the lawn.

Bradley struggled outside once again and emerged from behind the shed
to see Vicki on her knees beside the house.  He trotted over and saw
that she was pushing open one of the basement windows and sliding her
feet through the aperture.

"What... what in the heck are you doing?"  he gasped.  Vicki shot him
a glance.

"Oh... Relax," she replied, waving her hand dismissively.  "I saw all
the leaks this morning and I decided to check out the house."  As she
spoke, she shuffled forward on her butt so that her legs were all the
way through the window.

"You think you ought to go in there?"  asked Bradley.

"Oh sure," said Vicki.  "This place has been empty for years...
nobody'll find out."  She slid the rest of the way and dropped to the
floor of the basement, allowing the window to swing shut behind her.
"Wait there a minute," she yelled, her voice muffled by the glass.

Bradley stood nervously behind the house, wondering what he was
getting himself into.  Sneaking into the shed was one thing, but this
seemed a little too much like something that could get you in real
trouble.  He was debating what he should do when the kitchen door
opened and Vicki stuck her head out.

"Come on in," she hissed, a mischievous smile spread across her face.
Bradley hesitated for a moment and looked around anxiously.  It
didn't appear as though they were likely to be observed and when
Vicki motioned to him impatiently he slid past her into the empty
house.  Vicki shut the door behind them.  "Isn't this cool," she
grinned.  "This is a much better clubhouse than that crappy old shed."

"Yeah...I guess," said Bradley doubtfully.  "But what if... what if
someone's gonna move in?"

"So we get somewhere else," Vicki replied easily.  "Now..."  she
continued.  "Help me get the stuff I got down in the basement."  She
opened a door at the far side of the kitchen and stepped down into
the shadows.  "Didn't you bring any supplies or anything?"  she
complained over her shoulder.

"Um... I didn't get a chance," Bradley confessed.

"Well... you better tomorrow," came the reply.

There was a knapsack on the floor in the basement along with a
plastic shopping bag.  Vicki handed the knapsack to Bradley and they
returned upstairs to tour the rest of the house, being careful to
stay away from the windows that fronted on the street.  It was a
fairly large single-story dwelling, and some of the rooms, notably
the spacious family room, had odd pieces of furniture left behind.

"I think we should make this our headquarters," Vicki said.  They
were in a large bedroom at the back of the house that had blinds on
the window overlooking the yard.  It had its own bathroom, including
a shower and toilet, and a huge walk-in closet with double doors.
There was also a built-in Captain's bed along one wall with drawers
set beneath the mattress box, but the mattress itself was
understandably missing.

"Now...let's see what we got," said Vicky, sitting down on the floor
and pulling the knapsack towards her.  She opened it up and took out
a large inflatable air mattress which she handed to Bradley,
instructing him to blow it up whilst she emptied the rest of her
supplies.  As he did as he was told, she took out a small battery
operated camping lantern, a small portable radio and a pair of
binoculars.  Finally, after fumbling at the bottom of the sack, she
withdrew a pack of cards and some comic books.

"For when its rainy out," she announced.

"Cool," said Bradley.  "What's in the other bag?"

"Just some chips and candy bars," Vicki told him.  "After all," she
added with a pointed look, " someone had to remember that stuff."
Bradley, looking suitably sheepish, returned to blowing up the
mattress and Vicki put the lamp and other items into the top drawer
beneath the bed and dumped the contents of the plastic bag into the
second.  She strolled over to the window and looked out.

"It's still raining," she observed.  Bradley, who had finally
completed the task at hand, closed the air-valve and gave an
exaggerated sigh of exhaustion.

"Where do you want this?"  he asked.  Vicki glanced at the Captain's
bed.

"Put it up there," she said.  "We can use it like a couch until we
get chairs and stuff."

"Okay," said Bradley agreeably.  He put the mattress in its place and
turned to his young friend again.  "What do you wanna do now?"  he
asked her.  Vicki looked out the window again.

"Nobody's working on the tree fort today," she said after a moment or
two.  "So we can't spy on them or anything...We'll just have to play
here this afternoon."

"Cards?"  suggested Bradley.  Vicki considered this.

"No...let's play house," she said.

At her suggestion, Bradley felt his normal adolescent inclinations
assert themselves.  It was one thing to be stuck chumming with an
eleven year old (even if that had proved to be so very interesting),
but the thought of actively engaging in anything so girlish offended
his masculinity.

"Play House?"  he queried plaintively, his eyes rolling.  Vicki gave
him an annoyed elbow in the ribs.

"It'll be fun," she insisted.  "Besides...I'm president and I get to
decide what we do first."  Bradley still looked doubtfully at her.
"I can be the mother," she explained.  "And you can be the father..."

"But we don't have children," Bradley said, as though this settled
the matter.  Vicki gave him a withering look.

"We have to make the children, dummy," she sighed, shaking her head.

Now this struck Bradley as a particularly interesting twist and he
was about to inquire about the details when Vicki informed him that
they had to get married first.  She convened a hurried ceremony in
the kitchen, playing the part of both the minister and the bride and
she took them through what she remembered from television and her own
attendance at weddings.  She did her 'I do' enthusiastically and had
to poke Bradley when it came time to utter his vow.

"Uh... forever and forever, Amen..."  she ended up finally.  "Now..."
she said, turning to her new husband.  "You have to kiss me."

As Vicki's head barely came up to Bradley's shoulder, she hopped
lightly up onto one of the counters and sat facing him expectantly.
He stepped toward her hesitantly and she grabbed his arms, pulling
him in closer to her so that he stood between her knees with his arms
hanging woodenly at his sides.

"No... do it properly..."  she commanded imperiously.  She pulled his
arms around her and slid hers over his shoulders to encircle his
neck.  "And you have to keep your mouth open a bit," she instructed.
"So our tongues can touch..."

Bradley was not at all sure about this and he would have hesitated
forever if Vicki hadn't pulled his face to hers and pushed her lips
against his.  Almost immediately, he felt the firm little tip of her
tongue slide between his narrowly parted lips and seek out his own.
Instinctively, he tried to draw back but Vicki held him firmly and
she continued to wriggle and twist her tongue against his own in a
way that was both alarming and strangely compelling at the same time.
He suddenly felt a familiar stirring in his crotch and he began to
reciprocate tentatively until, a full minute later, Vicki released
him.

"Not bad," she admitted, looking at him seriously.  "We have to do
that on our honeymoon too, you know."

"Honeymoon?"  he asked with interest.

"Of course, silly," she replied, taking him by the hand.  "C'mon...
Let's go."

The newly appointed 'headquarters' were pressed into temporary
service as the makeshift honeymoon suite.  Vicki led the way into the
room, adjusted the blinds so that the room was almost completely
dark, and then placed the camping lantern onto the top shelf of the
closet and turned it on so that the soft yellow light bathed the room.

"That's so it's romantic," she said by way of explanation.

"Uh hum," said Bradley.  "What... what do we do now?"  He stood there
expectantly and Vicki flashed him a sexy little smile.

"Well... we have to get all bare naked, of course," she replied.  "We
can't do honeymoon stuff all dressed, you Dumbo!"  She turned away
from him to face the far wall and immediately began to remove her
damp clothing, glancing once over her shoulder to see if Bradley was
following suit.  This time, the boy needed no encouragement at all
and in his haste he was fully naked before she was.  His underwear
was already lying on the floor when she started to slip off her
panties and, as he caught the first glorious sight of her lovely
little bottom, his cock suddenly stiffened to attention between his
legs.  Vicki turned to see this new development and giggled softly.

"Somebody got horny real fast," she teased him cutely.  She stepped
toward the Captain's bed and climbed up on it so that she knelt
facing the foot of the mattress.  She beckoned to the waiting Bradley
and patted the mattress in front of her.  "Come on up, husband," she
smiled.

Bradley, his face now glowing with excitement, clambered up onto the
bed, his stiff little root feeling swollen and full.  He turned to
sit cross-wise on the mattress, his back against the wall, and he
placed his hands primly along his thighs so that his erection stood
up vertically between his forearms.  Vicki eyed it with satisfaction.

"We have to kiss now," she announced, as though teaching him the
steps in an elaborate ritual.  She shuffled forward on her knees so
that they were almost touching and then she leaned forward, placing a
hand on each shoulder, and brought her face up to his to kiss him
lightly on the lips.  Bradley closed his eyes and she pressed her
lips to his once again, this time searching for his tongue with her
own.  They kissed like that for a moment or so and then she drew back
her head.  "You're supposed to be touching me too," she told him
impatiently.

The precocious young lady leaned forward to kiss Bradley again and,
as their mouths met, he reached a trembling hand up and rested it
lightly on the smooth curve of her flank.  He held it there for a
second and then slowly slid it down until it met the very slight
outward bend of her girlish little hip.  He allowed his fingers to
curl around the edge of her bottom and he caressed the soft pillow of
her left butt cheek, squeezing the tender globe gently as she
continued the delicious probing with her tongue.  He was extremely
excited now and his cock seemed to throb as he reached as far behind
Vicki as he could, trying to run his palm over her whole sexy little
ass.

Enjoying the touch, Vicki tried to press herself even closer against
Bradley, allowing him to reach almost to the crevice of her bottom.
As she did so, he brought his other hand up and felt a little rush of
arousal as the fingertips slipped across the hard little button of
her right nipple.  Vicki shivered deliciously against him and she
drew her face back from his.

"You're feeling me up all over," she whispered, a note of almost
wonder in her voice.  Bradley, his upper forehead lightly beaded with
perspiration, gave a little nod.

"Um hum," he replied hoarsely.  "It's kind of hard sitting like this,
though."

"I guess it is kinda," Vicki replied thoughtfully.  She appeared to
consider the situation for a moment or so and then she flashed him an
impish little grin.  "I know what..."  she whispered.  She
straightened upright, her eyes looking deep into Bradley's, and then
she swung her right leg completely across his lap and kneeled so that
she straddled him, her hands resting on his shoulders.  "Better?"
she asked him.

Better it was indeed...

Bradley was now keenly aware that the swollen head of his cock was
mere inches below the underside of Vicki's bald little pussy and the
thought of this excited him tremendously.  As she bent to kiss him
again, he reached out to grasp each half of her plump little bottom
and he pulled the girl closely against his naked body.  Their
stomachs met, her nipples grazing his chest, and he continued to
knead and massage her lovely ass cheeks, alternately spreading them
apart and squeezing them tightly together.  The flesh was warm and
pliant beneath his caress and he felt the rising tide of lust
spreading hotly through his belly.

"Oh...Oh jeez," he gasped a moment later.  Vicki had lowered her hips
as she rubbed against him and he suddenly felt the head of his cock
pushing against the yielding cushions of her pussy lips.  There was a
noticeable wetness between the delicate inner folds and the upper
part of his erection slid easily into the crevice, sliding up until
the underside of his shaft grazed over the protruding nubbin of her
clit.  Vicki exhaled sharply.

"We're rubbing privates," she whispered excitedly.  "This is what you
have to do to make babies, you know..."  She began to rock her hips
slightly as she spoke and Bradley began to feel almost weak with the
wonderful sensations that were being produced as her plump little
saddle forced his throbbing cock up against his stomach.  "You're
supposed to be lying on top of me to do it properly though," she
continued, still grinding herself deliciously against him.  "That's
what you're supposed to do..."

Bradley was too lost in the eroticism of the moment to want to change
anything and he thrust his hips up toward her, burying his shaft even
deeper between the soft, swollen lips.  Vicki moaned as the hard
little rod pressed insistently against her moist little snatch, but
she was not to be diverted from what she had in mind.

"Come on, Bradley..."  she whispered moistly in his ear.  "Let's make
a baby the proper way."

She rolled to the side, pulling him by the shoulders as she descended
to the mattress and he levered himself into a kneeling position
between her knees.  She lay flat now, her legs splayed outward and he
leaned forward over her, walking his hands along the mattress on
either side of her in preparation of lowering is naked body to hers.
As she did so, she reached beneath him and grasped his throbbing
erection, making him gasp at the lightness of her touch.

"When you squirt," she said to him breathlessly, "You have to do it
into my belly button... That's how we have to do it if we want to
make a baby."  Bradley, even with his limited knowledge in matters
sexual, knew this to be a less than accurate description of the
actual mechanics involved and he wondered where she had come by her
information.  He wasn't about to contradict her at that point,
however, and as he lowered his hips to her she carefully manipulated
his cock into the narrow valley of her cunt before withdrawing her
hand once again.

"Rub it nice... like you did before," she murmured softly.  "And
remember, Bradley... do it into my bellybutton."  Bradley wasn't at
all sure if he would be able to maintain sufficient control for this
but he promised himself he would try as they moved together.  He
slowly pushed his hips down into hers and, as he did so, his cock
slipped effortlessly up the slick, moist channel between her lips,
becoming trapped between their bodies as they pressed themselves
against one another.  Instinctively, Vicki raised her lower legs over
Bradley and she locked her ankles tightly around his lower back.  She
pulled him tighter still with her plump little legs and then reached
her arms around his upper body to caress his shoulders.

"You can kiss me when we do this," Vicki whispered, her eyes half
closed.  Bradley, carefully supporting himself on his knees and
elbows, lowered his face to hers and their mouths locked as before.
He began to grind his groin against Vicki's pussy and he felt the
lips spread apart as the turgid shaft worked its way back and forth
along the sensitive groove.  Vicki dug her fingers hard into
Bradley's back and she let her tongue thrust itself insistently into
his mouth, twisting and darting deliciously as it searched for his.

It had become quite hot in the little room now and a thin film of
sweat bathed the pair as they locked themselves together.  Bradley
had built up a little rhythm with his hips as he thrust back and
forth and he could feel the underside of his shaft pressing down hard
on the firm little ridge of flesh that lay between the plump outer
lips of Vicki's cunt.  He had no idea what this was exactly, but he
could tell from the way she squirmed beneath him that the stimulation
he was producing was intensely pleasurable for her.  He continued to
rock back and forth, burying his shaft in her slit, and in only a few
minutes he began to feel an irresistible pressure in his loins.

"I... I think it's going to happen," he gasped, his voice thick and
hoarse.  Vicki, locked in the grip of her own pleasure, appeared not
to hear him and he tried to pull back a little, raising himself on
his knees as he did so.  Vicki, however, kept her legs wrapped
tightly about him and as she thrust her mound hard up toward him he
suddenly and explosively climaxed, shooting his load between their
tightly pressed stomachs.  "Oh jeez... Oh my!"  he exclaimed, his
breath coming in hot, heavy pants.  "I couldn't... I couldn't stop in
time, I'm afraid" he gasped apologetically.

Vicki, as it turned out, was not disturbed by the result.  As Bradley
pulled away from her to kneel upright, she ran an exploratory finger
through the sticky pool on her flat little stomach and smiled at him.

"That's okay," she said naughtily.  "We'll just have to keep trying
until we do it right..."

                                  ***

It continued to rain for the remainder of that week and the pair
continued their enjoyable game at frequent intervals, completely
ignoring the cards and comic books that Vicki had brought to while
away the hours on such days.  On the following Saturday, the spell of
poor weather finally broke and the morning dawned bright and fair
with the promise of a steamy afternoon.  Just before lunch, Vicki
told Bradley that the neighborhood boys had planned to resume their
fort building and they agreed to meet atop the bluff overlooking the
ravine in order to spy on them.  They parted then, and each went home
to eat a quick lunch before venturing out again.

Bradley was first to arrive at the appointed spot and he lay prone in
the high grass, watching the ravine for any signs of activity.  He
was there about twenty minutes before the first of the fort-builders
arrived and he kept out of sight, spying on them, until he heard a
rustling in the bushes behind him.

"Are they there yet?"  Vicki whispered, crawling toward him from the
backyard of the vacant house.  Bradley nodded.

"A couple," he replied quietly.  "They haven't started to do anything
yet."  From their vantage point, they could see a rough platform up
high in the stand of trees closest to them.  That, apparently, was as
far as the boys had got before the rainy weather had forestalled
their activities.

" I brought a surprise," Vicki announced in a confidential whisper.
She pulled a small flat object from beneath her lime-green blouse and
showed it to her friend.

"What is it?"  he asked.  The item in question was clearly a
magazine, and the front cover featured a somewhat pretty woman
looking frankly into the camera and apparently sucking her finger.
The title, however, which was the single word 'Moments', conveyed
nothing to him.

"It's a dirty book..."  Vicki grinned.  "I found it in one of Todd's
hiding places in the basement.... Wanna look at it with me?"  Without
waiting for his reply, she began to crawl back into the overgrowth
and Bradley, taking one last glance down into the ravine, turned to
follow her.

They crept through the bushes until they found themselves beneath the
limbs of a stunted Scotch pine and Vicki turned to sit with her back
resting against the knarled trunk.  Pools of sunlight dappled the
soft floor of dead needles beneath them and the air under the
redolent canopy was pleasantly cool.  Bradley crawled over and lay
beside her.

"Won't Todd find out you've got that?"  he asked.  Vicki shook her
head confidently.

"Nope...he'll think Mom found it," she replied.  "And that," she
added with a giggle, "means he'll be really suck-hole around her for
the next little while..."  She held the magazine in her lap and, as
he looked down, Bradley saw that the leg-hole of her abbreviated
shorts was open slightly between her parted thighs.  He was able, he
noted with a little thrill of excitement, to just make out a patch of
white panties where they covered the front of her crotch, and though
he had seen her completely naked many times before, this stolen peek
at her underpants seemed every bit as sexy.

Bradley lay along side Vicki and propped his head up with one hand as
the young girl began to turn the pages.  The publication largely
consisted of a lengthy text story interspersed here and there with
photographs and Vicki ignored the story, stopping only for the
illustrations as they appeared.  Although neither of the pair knew
it, the magazine pre-dated both of them by at least twenty years and
the photography was grainy and of very poor quality.  The couple
featured in the illustrations, being the woman on the front cover and
a skinny, bearded man, wore hairstyles and clothing that would have
been fashionable when Bradley's mother was in grade school.

"Do you like her?"  Vicki asked, pointing at the woman as she
disrobed in the first illustration.  She was facing the camera, her
male counterpart standing just off to the right watching her, and her
large, heavy breasts were fully revealed.  "Guys like it if women
have big boobies like that, don't they?"  she continued a little
wistfully.  Bradley looked at the grainy photograph and shrugged.
The woman's breasts were actually rather pendulous and not nearly as
attractive to him as Vicki's smooth little legs and the tantalizing
view of her panties.

"Okay I guess," he replied.  He placed his hand lightly atop her
right thigh and let it sit there idly for a moment.  Vicki, not
appearing to notice his hand flipped to the next picture which showed
the male model fully disrobed and leering at the camera.  He was just
a scrawny little guy but he was sporting a truly tremendous erection
between his skinny legs.  "God...it's so big," Vicki breathed.  She
stared at the image as though captivated.

Bradley, who did not find the picture nearly as fascinating, looked
down between Vicki's legs again.  He was sporting his own erection
now, but it had less to do with the erotic literature than it did the
warm feel of Vicki's skin under his fingertips, and the barely hidden
view inside her shorts.  He began to lightly caress the smooth flesh,
curving his hand down the inner side of her thigh and Vicki,
completely unconsciously, parted her legs a little wider, allowing
him to go further.  Wordlessly, she flipped through the pages to the
next picture.

"Oh...Wow," Vicki whispered a few minutes later, causing Bradley to
look up.  The illustration she had found showed the woman knelt as
though in supplication before her male counterpart, her lips wrapped
around the head of his impressive cock.  It was clear that she would
not be able to take in much of the massive organ and her cheeks were
bulging outward around that portion of the turgid cylinder she could
manage.  Bradley now began to take more interest in the little
magazine, but the small circles he was making with his fingers on
Vicki's thighs kept on creeping inexorably upward toward her crotch.

The next picture reversed the roles of the previous woman in that it
was now the man who serviced the woman as she lay down, her legs
spread and her head thrown back in mute ecstasy.  The man's face was
buried in her luxuriant crop of thick pubic hair and Vicki's voice
was soft with wonder when she commented how much the model seemed to
be enjoying what was being done to her.  Bradley also found the image
strangely compelling and, as he stared, his hand slipped inside the
leg hole of Vicki's shorts, making his heart thump as he felt his
fingertips graze over the soft material of her underpants.

"God... they're doing such dirty stuff," Vicki breathed, clearly
intrigued by the pictures.  As she flipped to the next image, Bradley
began moving his fingers gently over the rise of Vicki's pussy mound,
making her shiver almost imperceptibly.  He caressed in small teasing
circles and the feel of the firm yet pliant little pillows of flesh
beneath his fingers was making him aroused beyond belief.  He was
just easing his fingers into her delicate panty-covered little slit
when she gasped:

"Oh... Jeez..."  she exclaimed.  "He's putting his cock right into
her bottom!"

The couple in the pictures were locked in what Bradley knew to be
called the 'doggie-style' position.  The angle of entry suggested to
his eyes that they were actually involved in vaginal intercourse and
he shook his head doubtfully.

"I don't think that's what he's doing," he ventured.

"Oh yes...he's sticking it in her bum," Vicki replied firmly.  Her
eyes were glistening at this novel idea and she stared transfixed for
several moments until Bradley's probing fingers found the firm ridge
of her clitoral hood, making her suddenly moan at the touch and close
her eyes.  She let him explore the sensitive folds for a moment or
so, her breath held, and then she closed the magazine.

"If... if we go inside," she whispered hoarsely, "we can be naked
when we look at the rest of the pictures!"

Bradley, of course, didn't need any further persuasion and the space
of ten minutes found the pair completely naked and stretched out on
their stomachs on the blow-up air mattress.  Bradley's cock was hard
even before Vicki started flipping through the pictures and it
pressed stiffly against the mattress beneath him as he reached out to
fondle the gentle curves of the young girl's sexy little bottom.
Vicki appeared to enjoy the touch and when she finally closed the
magazine it was with a wistful little sigh.

"They did some really naughty stuff, didn't they?"  she said, her
face flushed with obvious arousal.  Bradley nodded, still cupping one
perfectly formed ass cheek in his hands.  "Would you ever dare do
stuff like they were doing?"  she coyly went on.

"Maybe..."  Bradley admitted, his face red also.  "If I got dared..."
Vicki was silent for a moment and then opened the book to the
picture of the male model going down on his female counterpart.

"I dare you..."  she whispered, tapping the picture.  "Do you take my
dare?"

The expression of obvious excitement on Bradley's face was all the
response that Vicki needed.  She flipped over on to her back and then
watched intently as the aroused young boy levered himself to his
knees with his stiff little erection pointing rigidly outward from
his groin like an arrow.  She drew her knees up, her feet flat on the
mattress, and Bradley slipped in between them, gazing with lust at
the moist little slit before him.  He placed his hands on the
mattress just below her buttocks and then, slowly, he lowered himself
toward the waiting girl.

The scent of her was delicate, and as sweetly inoffensive as a clean
summer sweat.  Beneath it, though, was a fainter yet still powerful
musky overtone that made Bradley's erect cock throb heavily in
response.  It seemed to draw him to her, exciting him tremendously,
and he heard her gasp with pleasure as his lips pressed against the
firm little mound of her pussy.

"Oh... Wow... you're kissing my privates," she exclaimed hoarsely,
the wonder of it plain in her voice.  She reached up and laid her
hand on the top of Bradley's head and, tentatively at first, he
extended his tongue and began to explore the tender folds of her
girlish cunt, relishing the sweet, yet slightly salty nectar from
within.  The sensations this produced made Vicki squirm deliciously
beneath him and, as he probed more insistently, she sighed a rich
throaty sigh of pure pleasure.

When Bradley extended his tongue downward as far as he was able he
could feel the tip sliding into the tight vestibule to her vagina
and, though this excited him, he quickly found that her response was
greater when he let it play about the rigid fleshy finger of her
clitoral hood.  He continued to stimulate this sensitive area, paying
particular attention to the stiff little nubbin that he discovered
peeking out from beneath it, and within a very short time Vicki's
lower extremities suddenly stiffened into rigidity and she emitted a
short cry as though she had been struck.

For a moment, Bradley thought he had hurt the girl, but he quickly
realized that the sobbing cry was one of pleasure and he kept
flicking his tongue insistently over the slick moist folds until she
finally collapsed panting and limp beneath him.

"Oh, Jeepers... I... I did it..."  she gasped.  "I did it for real...
I had a real come!"  The amazement was plain in her voice and Bradley
looked up to see her face shining as though coated lightly with oil.
"Is that what it's like for you?"  she asked.  "Is that what it's
like when you squirt your cum?"  Bradley nodded at her with a smile,
secretly proud and very pleased to have given the girl her first
orgasm.  "Oh... it's so good!"  she beamed happily and then
half-closed her eyes as though savoring the memory.  She opened them
a moment later and looked back at Bradley.

"Now I want to do it for you," she whispered sexily.

Bradley had no objection to this, of course, and Vicki made him stand
up beside the bed, telling him she wanted to do it like in the
picture.  She then knelt cutely at his feet and grasped his hips
firmly so that the tip of his hard member was just inches from her
face.  Bradley, as expectantly aroused as he could be, grabbed the
edge of the bed for support and he held his breath in anticipation as
the precocious young lady smiled naughtily at him and then bent her
head slowly toward his cock.

The sensation was incredible.  The hotness of Vicki's wet little
mouth enveloped Bradley's cock with such a rush of intense pleasure
that he almost came immediately.  He forced himself to hold back
however and she slipped her lips slowly down the shaft until she took
him all in and then she held him inside, her face pushed right
against his groin.  When she finally drew back, a few agonizing
seconds later, she created a vacuum with her cheeks, tugging at his
engorged root and making him gasp out loud.

Vicki began to repeat the exercise, fucking him with her face, and,
before she had completed more than a dozen or so passes, Bradley
found himself unable to hang on any longer.  For a brief moment, the
entire universe seemed to collapse into a single point of intense
pleasure and then, in several wracking bursts of intense energy, he
came explosively into Vicki's waiting mouth.  She continued to suck
at him greedily, milking his cock until the waves ebbed away, and she
didn't release him from her mouth until his erection began to subside.

"Did I do it good?"  she asked with a teasing little lilt.  "I drank
everything you know...I swallowed all of your squirt inside me."
Bradley was too drained except to nod in acknowledgement of her skill
and she patted his hip with a little giggle of pleasure.  "So...when
do I get to do it again?"  she asked naughtily.

                                  ***

It happened, two days later, that Vicki and Todd were packed off to
visit cousins whilst their mother accompanied her husband to a
business convention in Boston.  They ended up being gone for a whole
week and Bradley almost went out of his mind with boredom waiting for
his pretty young friend to return.  He fiddled around half-heartedly
in an effort to amuse himself in her absence and he was pleased
beyond measure when she returned the following Sunday evening.

"Hey there," she smiled when she saw Bradley.  He was seated on the
curb outside his house and she joined him, dropping down to sit
beside him in the soft golden light of the setting sun.  She was
wearing a bright red halter-top and Bradley couldn't help but notice
how pretty her hair looked spread out over her tan shoulders.

"Hi," he greeted her.  "Did you have a good time?"  Vicki shrugged.

"Okay, I guess," she replied.  They sat there in companionable
silence for a little while and watched a group of neighborhood kids
playing tag in the park across the way.  After a while they chatted
about inconsequential things and then Vicki broached a subject that
was clearly on her mind.

"My cousin Selma was there..."  she announced.  "She's almost sixteen
and she did it...you know... had sex and stuff with a boy... and you
know what she said?  She said that when you make babies and stuff...
when you... you fuck... the boy has to put his cock right inside the
girl's privates..."  She paused for a moment and then went on.  "Can
you believe that?"  she demanded.

Bradley, reluctant to admit his knowledge, cleared his throat
noncommittally and looked resolutely at the kids in the park.  Vicki
stared at him speculatively for a moment and then her eyes suddenly
narrowed.

"You knew about that... " she exclaimed.  "You knew that was the real
way to have babies, didn't you?"  Bradley glanced sharply in her
direction and, almost without thinking, resorted to a convenient lie.

"Um... I think I heard that," he said.  "But I wasn't sure if it was
right."  He dropped his eyes to the pavement as though searching for
something and studiously avoided his pretty friend's gaze.  There was
a lengthy silence as Vicki continued to stare at him and then she
finally smiled her acceptance of his reply.

"Selma said it's supposed to hurt at first," she continued.  "But
then it's supposed to be really great... " She paused again and then
pushed Bradley playfully on the shoulder.  "It made her come a whole
bunch of times when she did it, you know?"  she giggled.  Bradley
felt a sudden little rush of excitement at the turn the conversation
was taking.

"Oh yeah?"  he said with obvious interest.  Vicki nodded
enthusiastically and then she seemed to consider a sudden thought.
She sat silently for a moment and then leaned over to Bradley's ear.

"You wanna go to the clubhouse for a little while?"  she whispered
sexily.

                               The End.

