
                      The Shed behind the Garage
                            by Larry Mason

Copyright 1999, Larry Mason. All commercial rights reserved. Adapted 
with permission from "The Hut Behind the Garage" by Joanna 
(joanna_de_brito@hotmail.com). Original story Copyright 1999, Joanna de 
Brito. Non commercial use of this story is permitted so long as the 
original author is kept informed of that use by e-mail and all author 
and copyright messages remain intact.

Published with permission from the author by TYGER. 

                                 ***

Behind her back, everyone in third grade called Beth "the rich kid." She 
always wore a pretty dress, and on cold days a knitted cardigan, with 
ribbons in her hair. The rest of us were dressed in worn jeans and, if 
someone was real lucky, a Star Wars T-shirt. Besides, she was a sort of 
bookworm and was one of the smartest kids in class. Almost everyone 
found one reason or another to be envious of her, and maybe I was Beth's 
only friend.

She went past my house on the way to school and we always walked along 
together. Sometimes, on the way home, instead of crossing the creek at 
the bridge Beth and I would take a shortcut down the path and cross over 
on the rocks just below the dam where a mill once stood. We could still 
get home on time even if we stopped for a while and looked at the 
minnows, or raced sticks down the creek for a little ways, or just sat 
on a big flat rock and talked for a few minutes. One time when we were 
sitting there I put my arm around her and kissed her, and told her that 
I was going to marry her when we grew up.

Besides Beth, I had two other close friends -- boys named Jerry and 
Luke. We had built a shed out behind my dad's garage, a little way down 
in the woods near the creek, from some discarded doors and rusty sheets 
of corrugated iron. In our shed, we were in a world of our own. We 
decided not to let any girls come in there.

But one Saturday Beth saw me disappear behind the garage, and a couple 
of days later she asked me what was down there. I said I couldn't show 
her, because it was only for boys. "Why? What goes on there that's so 
secret?" she asked.

I could have told her the truth: that for the most part we did nothing 
in our shed but sit and feel bored. But I tried to sound mysterious and 
convince her that we did a lot of exciting things that only boys would 
be interested in. Of course this only increased her curiosity.

"I'd do _anything_ if you and your friends would let me come in there," 
Beth declared.

"Well, I'll ask the other guys and maybe we can make an exception."

Jerry had an idea. One of the subjects that we had been talking about to 
relieve our boredom was the difference between boys and girls. He 
suggested, "Let's tell her that if she wants to come in here she has to 
be initiated. We won't say ahead of time what we want her to do, but 
she'll have to pull up her skirt and let us look at her panties."

Beth agreed to do whatever we said. She came into the shed and looked 
around curiously, her long hair hanging loose on her shoulders and 
framing those large questioning eyes. "Did you put this shed together, 
just you three guys?" she asked. "I'd like to learn how to do stuff like 
this."

I told her, "We'll let you hang around and work on projects with us, but 
first you have to go through with your initiation."

"OK," she answered quickly. "What do I do?"

"You've got to pull up your skirt and show us your panties."

"Is that all?" she replied, surprising all three of us by her 
willingness to cooperate. She lifted her skirt so we could see her white 
cotton panties.

Then she said, "Don't you want me to take them off so you can see more?" 

Of course we didn't object, so she pulled off her panties and handed 
them to me. She stood holding her skirt up so we could see her hairless 
pussy. None of us had ever seen a girl's pussy before up close, and we 
were all very curious and excited.

"Where does it come out?" Jerry wanted to know, visually examining her 
slit. "You know, when you pee."

"Yeah," I said, my curiosity aroused. "Let us watch you pee."

Beth moved away from the shed and crouched over the ground. She stayed 
there straining for a moment; then suddenly a golden stream of water 
gushed forth from between her legs. It formed a steaming puddle on the 
bare earth, which then ran in little rivulets part way down to the 
creek. We watched in awe of her display. Once finished, she stood up 
jubilantly. She was like a young toddler presenting to its parent the 
contents of its first potty.

"Am I in your club now?" she asked.

"OK," we all replied.

"Then let me see you guys pee. If all of us are club members, we 
shouldn't have secrets from each other. You saw what's in my pants, and 
now I want to see what is in yours." So, to be fair, all three of us 
showed her our cocks and peed for her. Of course we all had erections 
from looking at Beth's naked pussy and showing her ours.

"It's kinda strange," Luke observed. "A boy's cock sticks way out, but a 
girl's pussy indents inward."

"I know why," Beth spoke up confidently. "It's for making babies. A boy 
puts his cock inside of a girl's pussy and he pees in there. When his 
pee mixes with her pee, it makes a baby."

"That seems kinda messy," Jerry pointed out. "Wouldn't it be easier to 
mix their pee somewhere else, instead of inside of her pussy?"

Beth seemed confused. "I'm not sure -- I remember reading something 
about it one time in a book at the library."

Just then a shrill adult voice called, "Beth, where are you?" We all 
jumped. My mom was coming down the trail through the woods toward the 
shed. Beth was still standing with her pussy exposed and I had her 
panties in my hand. I stuffed them in my pocket and she pulled down her 
skirt. We boys quickly made sure that our flies were zipped up.

When my mom looked into the shed, we all just stood motionless. I know I 
blushed red and the others also wore guilty expressions. Fortunately, my 
mom didn't seem to notice.

"I thought you might be down here, Beth," she exclaimed. "Why didn't you 
answer? Your grandma came to visit at your house and your mother's 
looking for you to take you home."

Beth had no alternative but to leave. I felt strange knowing that I had 
Beth's panties in my pocket and that she had no choice but to leave 
without them. I smoothed them carefully and laid them in a box in the 
shed, along with some other treasures that we had collected. Touching 
her panties and smelling as I was putting them away, I thought of Beth 
holding up her skirt to show us her naked pussy while all of us 
displayed our cocks for her. It made me smile and my cock got hard again 
so I rubbed it a little.

The next day, on the way home from school, I told Beth where I had put 
her panties. She told me she considered it an honor to have some of her 
clothing preserved in our club "treasure chest." Then she told me that 
she hadn't gone back to the library yet to try and find the book she had 
told us about, but she was sure it told about other things that people 
did with their pussies and cocks besides peeing.

                                 ***

Over the next year or two, Beth gave up the ribbons and the pretty pink 
dresses and became a real tomboy, but still something of a bookworm. She 
and I became fast friends. We still walked together to and from school, 
and sometimes we sat and talked on the rock by the creek. Even in her 
tomboy role, she sometimes let me kiss her.

Meanwhile, Beth had become a full member of our club in the shed behind 
the garage. She was a good worker on our construction projects, helping 
us build cupboards and book shelves and even a bench wide enough for one 
person to sleep on.

We repeated the "show and tell" of her initiation a few times. Each of 
us boys would open our fly and pull out our cock, and she would lift up 
her skirt and drop her panties. Over the next few months we all grew 
bolder. Sometimes we went "skinny dipping" in the creek, and we would 
lie on the bank afterward and examine each other's naked bodies. Beth 
opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips with her fingers to let 
us see as much as possible, and we exposed our cocks and our balls to 
her full examination. She was fascinated by the fact that Jerry was 
circumcised but Luke and I still had our foreskins. Beth also noticed, 
of course, that our cocks got bigger and harder while we were playing 
these games.

One day as we were sitting on a blanket in the shed and examining each 
other, Luke noticed Beth's fingers resting idly on her pussy lips and he 
asked her, "Do girls play with themselves down there, the same as boys?"

"I think most girls do," she replied. "Anyway I know I do it sometimes. 
I like the way it feels."

Jerry put in, "But when somebody else touches your skin it tickles a lot 
more than when you touch yourself. Wouldn't it feel even better if one 
of us played with your pussy, or if you rubbed our cock?"

That sounded like an idea that we should try out. We took turns feeling 
her pussy and letting her feel our cocks. Beth showed us how to rub her 
clit gently with our fingers, sometimes pulling a fold of her skin over 
it or licking our finger to lubricate it. In turn, we taught her to move 
the skin up and down our cocks and make them really hard and stiff. Beth 
played these games with each of us boys about equally.

But one time later on Beth singled me out for a different activity. She 
was reclining on the wooden bench with her pussy exposed, and she asked 
me to try rubbing my cock over her clit. As she had expected, this gave 
both of us a lot of pleasure at the same time, and we decided to do it 
again sometimes. She let the other guys watch us do this, but I was the 
only one that got to put my legs in between hers. We would rub our pink 
tips together, and then I would get on top of her with my cock lying 
along her slit as she wrapped her legs around my thighs and held me 
tight. Once she let me penetrate her slightly, but at her tender age 
this didn't feel especially good to her so we didn't do it again.

Beth was still a bookworm and spent a lot of time at the library. The 
results of all our experiments hadn't satisfied her curiosity at all -- 
in fact, they had stimulated it even more. So she did some research in 
books about human anatomy and physiology and was finally able to explain 
to us -- correctly -- all about sex and intercourse and pregnancy. One day 
she brought a book from the public library with some sketches of 
internal human reproductive organs such as ovaries and seminal vesicles. 
This helped us begin to understand more about what was inside of us and 
what was underneath the areas of skin that we had learned to love to 
touch. We now knew that Beth would soon be menstruating and that we boys 
would begin having nocturnal emissions. And we knew that her breasts 
would soon be developing and that our cocks would be growing larger.

Then one day she told us conspiratorially, "I found something better 
than those anatomy book sketches that we were looking at. One of the 
librarians left a computer connected to the Internet but with SurfWatch 
disabled.  I searched for a while under keywords like 'sex' and found a 
lot of pictures of naked adults doing all kinds of stuff. I thought it 
would be fun to show the pictures to you guys, so I managed to download 
a few pages to the printer without anybody figuring out what I was 
doing."

We spent the afternoon poring over the pictures that she had brought. 
There were several soft-core poses of nude female and male models, but 
one showed a girl sucking a guy's cock while another guy fucked her and 
licked her nipples.

"I'll bet they get a lot of money for letting somebody take pictures of 
them like that," Luke observed astutely. We all rather enjoyed the 
simple poses, but we found the heavy stuff more repulsive than arousing.

"What are we going to do with these now?" Jerry asked. "We wouldn't want 
the wrong people to find them. Maybe we should just keep them for a few 
days and look them over, and then burn them up."

"By 'wrong people,' I suppose you mean our parents," Beth responded. 
"Well, I took a risk getting these and I don't want them destroyed."

I said, "Nobody ever comes in here but us. I guess we could hide most of 
the pictures in the bottom of a drawer, but I'd like to pick out a 
couple of the tamer ones to hang over there on the wall." I nodded 
toward the back of the shed. We agreed on two of the nude models, one 
male and one female, who weren't showing too much, and I tacked them to 
the back wall, leaving a large gap between.

"That doesn't look right," Jerry griped.

"I left room for another one," I explained.

"If anybody should come in here, I think we could explain away those 
two," Beth said, "But I'm not sure that we would dare put up any of 
these others."

"I wasn't thinking of one of these," I revealed. "I was thinking of you, 
Beth. That space is where I want to put a picture of you."

She blushed. I hadn't said anything about how I wanted to picture her; 
in fact I would have been quite satisfied with a photo of her face. But 
she had obviously jumped to a different conclusion -- she thought I 
wanted it with her clothes off -- and the others immediately fell right 
in with her. Amazingly, she didn't object. She just gave me her look, 
and I did nothing to correct her misunderstanding. But the gap in the 
center of the back wall was still empty.

I spent several weeks later that summer at my aunt's cabin by the lake. 
She was an artist, and she coached me until I could draw quite 
recognizable sketches of scenery and of animals. When I came back, I 
showed some of my better efforts to Beth and I offered to try drawing 
her picture. She didn't actually refuse -- she teased me by starting to 
unbutton the top of her blouse -- but she seemed to be unwilling for me 
to put something on paper that might embarrass her later.

                                 ***

That fall we started eighth grade and the club game began to seem a bit 
childish. Jerry and Luke drifted into other activities. We all remained 
friends but no longer spent much time as a foursome. On weekends Beth 
and I still took walks down the path by the millpond if the weather was 
nice, or else we hung out in the shed behind the garage, where the two 
nude models still stared down from the back wall.

As the months went on, and Beth and I started changing from 
smooth-skinned children to adolescents with hair in some new places, our 
"show and tell" games became less and less frequent. Beth, especially, 
grew more modest as her female figure developed its curves. Up until 
then, I had paid hardly any attention to the top half of her body. Now 
that her tits had emerged, my interest in them grew as well, but in the 
meantime she had decided that she wanted to keep them covered up, even from 
her old-time buddy. Her modesty also extended, of course, to her pelvic 
region. The more there was for me to see, the less she wanted me to see 
it. So I didn't see her naked body for several months -- until...

On the afternoon of my fourteenth birthday, Beth and I strolled behind 
the garage and into the shed. Suddenly she said to me, "I didn't buy you 
a birthday present, but I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes until 
I tell you to open them."

When Beth let me look, she was naked. "I'm going to let you draw a 
picture of me and hang it on the wall."

Of course this took me by surprise. I smiled back at her and said, 
"Thanks. You know I've been wanting to sketch you, and I couldn't ask 
for a nicer birthday present."

I asked her to sit on the wide bench that she had helped to build, with 
her body facing me but her head turned to one side. "You look great. 
Stay just like that," I said. "That's the pose." I concentrated on my 
sketching pad and started drawing. I had just discovered something 
incredibly erotic about drawing a naked female body, penciling in the 
lines of her breasts and hips.

From the corner of her eye, Beth could see me and could tell what part 
of her I was drawing. "What part of me are you drawing now?" she asked, 
when she noticed me staring straight at her budding breasts.

"I'm drawing your tits," I told her.

"Do you think they're sexy?" she asked shyly, although I think it likely 
that her coyness was assumed for my benefit.

"There superb," I declared. "So soft and gently rounded."

"And are my nipples hard?" she asked. "They feel hard, but how are you 
drawing them?"

"I'm making them very full and excited and aroused," I said, candidly. 
"Is that how you want me to draw them?"

"I want you to draw what you see," she replied. She remained silent for 
a while, but I could tell that she was still watching me. My cock made 
an obvious lump in my trousers and I felt as naked to her as she was to 
me.

"What are you drawing now?" Beth asked a little later.

She knew very well what I was drawing. "I'm drawing between your legs. 
They're slightly open and from here I can see your cunt lips."

"And does that turn you on?"

"You can see that it does," I remonstrated. "You know I'm crazy about 
you." I put down my pencil and paper and came over and wrapped my arms 
around her. God, she felt so good, her naked breast mounds pressing on 
my shirt.

I can still remember her head pressed into my shoulder and the loving 
look in her eyes. I remember the taste of her skin as I kissed it firmly 
just under her left temple. I remember the smell of her perfume mingled 
with the scent of dark red rosebuds. I don't recall ever seeing red 
rosebuds there in the shed, but I recollect their sweet scent that day. 
Best of all I remember how it felt to have her body touching mine, her 
breasts lying on my chest.

I cradled her head in my hands, running my fingers through her hair and 
stroking her scalp. "You are beautiful," I told Beth, looking deeply 
into her eyes. Those eyes smiled back at me and she pulled her head up 
to kiss me. I kissed her softly on the lips and felt her lips open in 
response. I pulled her toward me and kissed her hard, pressing my tongue 
between her teeth and then backing out as I felt her tongue pushing 
against mine.

I let my hands glide over her slender neck and her smooth shoulders, 
then along the outside of her breasts. I traced the outline of her 
areolas with my fingers, watching as she tensed. I stroked her chest, up 
and down between her budding breasts. My fingers caressed their 
underside and fondled them. I leaned down and took her nipples into my 
mouth, one at a time, feeling their hardness against my tongue. "Oh my 
God," Beth sighed. I could feel the reaction of her body.

"You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Don't you?" I repeated, when she 
didn't answer.

"Yes," she smiled, "I want you to touch me all over." She pulled her 
body close to mine and rubbed her pussy against my groin, telling me 
that she wanted me to feel her down there too.

I knelt and touched her mound, then pulled her toward me and gave her a 
kiss just above her slit. I remember the sweet smell and the rough 
texture of her sparse curls in my mouth. I began to caress her legs. I 
let my hand wander first along the outside, then the inside of her 
thighs. She instinctively parted them to allow my hand to move toward 
her hole. I tickled the inside of her thighs with the tips of my 
fingers, watching the reaction on her face as my fingers got closer to 
her cunt. Looking into her eyes, I moved my fingers across the final 
inches to the opening of her pussy. Beth gasped as my fingers grazed 
across her pussy lips. "Yes, right there. It's so good."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked as my finger wandered toward her 
clit. She held her breath, and then exhaled as my finger moved onto her 
clit. She swallowed hard, pushing herself onto my finger. "Is this what 
you want?" I asked, rubbing softly on her bud. Her breath quickened and 
her pelvis moved in rhythm as I massaged her, and the juices started 
creaming from her pussy hole.

But then Beth broke the spell. She sat up and pushed me back on the 
bench. "I want you to do some more in just a minute. But first I want 
you to be naked with me." She began the task by unbuttoning my shirt and 
I quickly took over. She lay back on the bench, watching me. When I had 
removed my shirt, she leaned over and kissed me softly on the chest. I 
could feel her breasts on my stomach as she nibbled my nipples.

She watched me as I took off my jeans and my shorts, exposing my cock. 
She had not seen it for a while, since we had suspended our "show and 
tell" games. "It's so much bigger!" she exclaimed. "I want to rub it." 

She ran her hand lightly outward along the length of my cock. With a 
light touch of her fingernail, she made little circular movements around 
its end. "Can I kiss it?" she asked me.

"Sure you can, if you want." Her tongue followed in the path that her 
fingers had just traced, along my cock from the base out to the tip and 
then around the bulging purple head. She stuck her tongue a little way 
into the slit, savoring the drop of juice that she found there. Then she 
opened her mouth and lowered her lips a little way past the head and 
onto my foreskin. Our youthful games had never included oral 
stimulation, and doing it now aroused us both, more than anything we had 
done so far.

"Now I want to know what it feels like inside of me. I want you to fuck 
me." I didn't need to ask whether she had ever done it -- I knew she 
hadn't, and neither had I. I was scared, yet I wanted her so.

"There's a condom in the drawer," I told her. My dad had made sure that 
I had them, just in case. Beth reached across and opened the drawer 
where I was pointing. "In the bottom box on the left," I said.

She took one out and pushed me gently down flat on the bench. "Now lie 
still," she said, holding the base of my cock in one hand. As I watched, 
she gently moved her other hand along my cock and rubbed the foreskin up 
and down. She said, "I've never let on, but I wanted you ever since that 
day."

"When?" I asked tensely, feeling the excitement her hand produced.

"When we were in third grade. You and the other boys made me take off my 
panties so you could look at my pussy and watch me pee. And after my mom 
came and got me, I had to spend all afternoon without my panties. How do 
you think I felt?"

"I don't know," I gasped as she caressed the end of my cock with the 
condom. "How did you feel?"

"I was really embarrassed," she whispered, very slowly beginning to 
unroll the condom onto my cock. "I was afraid that the merest gust of 
wind might expose me right in front of my grandmother. But the air 
blowing on my pussy made me wonder how your cock would feel inside of 
me."

Beth finished unrolling the condom and squeezed the air from its nipple. 
"Now," she said.

"What?"

"Right now. Go ahead and put it in me and fuck me. I've been ready for a 
long time, and I don't want to wait another minute."

I remembered something I had read somewhere. "If you can wait _just_ a 
minute more, I'll finish the job on your clit and make you cum. When 
your cunt walls start to spasm, I'll put it in and your muscles can milk 
my cock."

I went to work with my tongue on her clit and soon her pelvis was 
responding to my rhythm. Her breath came hard and we moved faster: it 
wouldn't be long now. I could tell by the look on her face how tense and 
aroused she had gotten. She was close, very close. As her orgasm 
started, I pulled my mouth away and moved my cock into position, 
inserting it deep into the warm dark cavern of her cunt. It worked as I 
had hoped -- her cunt muscles squeezed and milked my cock as I thrust in 
and out of her. My jism started spurting inside of her, filling the 
condom as my erection collapsed.

I stayed on top of Beth for a minute or two and then rolled over, lying 
close beside her. She moved closer so that her breasts were resting 
against my chest and her groin was pressing against my leg. Our 
fingertips caressed each other's skin. "That was so heavenly!" she 
exclaimed softly. "I just want to make love to you forever."

"Thank you," I whispered. We kissed and our lips touched gently for a 
long time. For both of us, it was hard to believe that it had finally 
happened at last. We had both been looking forward to this experience 
for so long, and now we could look back forever to this day when we 
fucked for the first time -- but not the last time by any means.

                                 ***

After we were finished and had rested for a while, Beth posed some more 
for me and I finished my drawing. I pinned it on the back wall of the 
shed between the other two pictures, where it remained for many years.

On the day when Beth and I returned from our honeymoon, we went back to 
the shed behind the garage. "Let's play 'show and tell' here in the shed 
once again for old time's sake," she suggested. "And let's take some 
souvenirs to keep in our new home."

And so we did. We both knew exactly which souvenirs we wanted to take 
with us. I took down the picture of Beth that I had drawn on my 
fourteenth birthday. And Beth reached into the old "treasure box" and 
retrieved the pair of cotton panties that she had taken off long ago 
when she was in the third grade.

09/19/99

