                                 More Than a Lapful
                                         - Ray Grunwald, Nov 2001
                                           raygrunwald@netscape.net

Phil was peeing into bushes. He couldn't find Brittany in the pool,
saw her along one side inspecting the people in the pool.. He
suspected she had noticed his absence, or perhaps she had more
legitimate reasons for being on the move.

On the "prowl," as he thought to himself. She was a little thing but
kind of interesting anyway. Her parents had belonged to the Sun
Club for at least as long as Phil had, so he had known her ever since
he had finished high school and joined the club. He was used to
being pestered and should have developed a thick skin by now. 

Actually, Phil did have the required thick skin.  He had to develop it
in the past as a survival technique.  Being pestered by scrawny kids
is the type of thing that one just has to deal with. She was just
passing out of that stage that the young girls seemed to go through;
kind of sassy and brazen. She and her pack had been pestering Phil
and most other guys for years.  Always, the girls with puberty just
in sight were the ring leaders. They were like terriers nipping at the
heels of the young males..  

They knew they were female. Undoubtably. Yet they must have
known they had society's protection; they were still kids and safe
from "males." Mostly they were just ignored. As much as that was
possible. 

Brittany should have dropped the "protected" label,  but she still
hadn't dropped the aggressive habits.  Phil kept telling himself that
she was just "a little flat-chested kid." However, that kid now had
pubes that were just showing a  little thatch of black hair...and some
nice swelling underneath. 

Brittany was realizing that she might be a women, yet she still
found the teasing habits of her younger days hard to discard. That
made it a little difficult for some of the males. They couldn't joke
too much with her since she was now technically trouble.  Yet her
come-on's were so much like the annoying ploys of the younger
girls that she was generally easy to fool with; horseplay still came
easily. 

Although Phil kept telling himself she was just this "little flat-
chested kid.," he couldn't fool himself into believing  that this was
exactly true. 

And that was part of the problem. A large part of the problem. She
had just enough swelling of her chest to be recognizable as
"female."  Little girl nipples sat upon the soft swellings of budding
breasts. He had just come out of the pool himself because Brittany
hand been more than a little playful.  During the last ten minutes
she had bumped him twice. The bump and brushing up against his
cock was starting to look obvious. 

Such an occurrence at the Sun Club was nothing to remark
upon when it was a bunch of kids involved in horseplay. However,
when a guy couldn't help thinking that it was a female bumping
against him, natural consequences were inevitable.

He had finally had to leave the pool before his interest had become
public knowledge. He didn't know whether she was that way with
all the guys, or just him.  He also didn't know whether she kind of
liked him, girls at her age seemed to get into crushes so easily. Yet,
then they tried to hide it. Or resorted in innocuous horseplay in
order to get attention. 

He had the suspicion, however, that she was particularly interested
in his cock.  He was pretty long.  Not real thick, but quite a bit
longer than most anyone he'd seen, either here around the pool or
in locker rooms.  He had been quite proud of himself in highschool,
but had since learned that a key to fitting into a society, any society,
was to be a lot like everybody else. He was just enough different,
here at the Sun Club,  to be noticed, sometimes with suspicion.. 

If he was in a particularly prickly mood, he was ready to ask these
people what they were looking at. But only sometimes. Usually, he
was unconscious of any extra attention...or perhaps he was just used
to it.  Still, he was well aware that his behavior needed to be
impeccable; the slightest slip would get some people on his case. 
That included inadvertent hormonal problems. 

That had never been much of  a problem for him, however.  He
couldn't have gotten aroused when he first joined the club; he'd
been too scared  of being naked. By the time he was done being
scared, all the naked bodies had just become part of the ordinary
course of events. Evedently his mind had adapted although he was
hard pressed to figure out how that could happen.

Brit, though, had bothered him recently.  He'd seen her staring at
him, at his cock actually, when she thought she was unobserved.  

She had been kind of obvious, he thought, although he supposed
that she thought she was clever.  He couldn't blame her; looking
was OK, he did it himself, didn't he? Even playing around in the
water, a guy expected his cock to be bumped once a while,
especially if it hangs out a ways. But recently, it seemed that it was
always "her" elbow, or "her" knee that was making contact with
him. 

He could accept that, maybe she was clumsy or something.  

Right.

Besides, it was hard to explain how she could be talking to him,
then look away for ten seconds or so, and then forget he had been
leaning against the side of the pool...just where she had just
"happened" to back into him. Not just once, either, but over the
course of the afternoon he had to go through the sensation of her
little butt backing into his cock three times.

The last incident was what had caused him to leave.  He was
already a little tuned up by her earlier actions, and this time he
could feel his cock lay right along her little crack. If that wasn't
enough, he had to piss like a race horse. 

That was enough for Phil and he retired near a ladder. The next
time she disappeared under water, he made his escape.

He had quickly moved off the ladder and onto solid concrete,
grabbed a lounge chair and headed for a little copse of bushes. 
Inside, he was suddenly isolated from the rest of the club. He set his
chair down, looked cautiously around, then peed into the bushes.
He peed forever. Getting bored, he flopped his cock around a bit,
making arches of pee sparkle in the sun. He  felt is cock  respond 
and considered yanking off when he finished peeing. 

He thought of Brittany's little butt, gave himself a few strokes, then
caution took control.  He'd never be able to live down getting
caught.

Relaxed once again, he moved his chair farther into the private
corner of bushes that he had found. He took one last look over the
bushes. and that was when he saw Brittany climbing out of the pool. 
Hopefully, she, wouldn't find him here, he thought..

Settling into his chair, he let his mind concentrate on the warm
breeze tickling across his body. In the distance he heard a kid's
voice call out, "Where you going Brit?"

Brittany's cocky voice answered. "I gotta pee I almost wet my
pants."

That got some giggles and another voice said, "You're not wearing
pants, you freak."

"Duh!" came the retort as she dashed across the concrete.

Phil was feeling safe and still had a smile on his face when he heard
a sudden gasp from directly behind his chair. That was immediately
followed by a startled, "Oh!"

He looked over his shoulder. Directly behind him, on the other side
of the little clearing, he saw Brittany's face suddenly show
recognition.

"Oh, hi, Brit," he said.

"Hi," she paused, then added, "I wondered where you went."

"Yeah," he said, then added, almost sarcastically, "How'd you find
me here?"

"I didn't," she answered, then added, "I mean I wasn't looking for
you."  

"What are you up to?"

She looked kind of embarrassed and said, "Just passing through?"

"Oh, come on," Phil said, "You're standing in the only way in and
out of here."  She still looked kind of sheepish and was kind of
dancing around. She turned to leave and Phil realized she really had
to pee bad...if she was willing to leave him alone. During the past
hour he hadn't been able to shake her at all.  He decided to mess
with her a bit.

"Fess up, girl," what are you up too?"

She turned back towards him and he could see a little bit of the
brazen girl come back into her face.  "If you really have to know, I
was going to take a pee in here but I see someone else already has
dibbs on it."

Phil was starting to enjoy being in control, "Hey, you can still pee
in here, there's room for two."

"Yeah right," she said looking like he had just told her to eat
worms. She may have had to pee pretty bad, but that didn't stop her
from moving up to just behind one shoulder. Just close enough to
get a good view of his cock, he figured.

He was pretty sure that was her reason for moving since her eyes
were now trained upon his lap. Well, that's fair, he thought. He
knew she was looking at him because he had tipped his head back
so he could stare at her little tits. The swell of her breasts, what
little there was, seemed exaggerated as he looked at them from
below. The nipples looked so little, so unfeminine, that he
wondered what it would be like to suck on then.

He was glad he hadn't succumbed to the urged and jacked himself
off.  He would still have been pretty large...maybe still most of a
hard-on. He would have had trouble hiding that from her prying
eyes. 

"What's the matter? You don't pee outdoors."

"I was coming here just to do that, remember?"

"So what's the problem," he asked, then added, "I suppose you're
going to say that you've never peed except all alone."

"Well, not with a guy!"  She had tentatively placed her hand on his
shoulder. Her finger tickled little circles upon his shoulder.  She
kept looking at his cock.  If it was that long now, she kept
wondering, what it would look like hard?

"It's all the same thing," Phil said.

She'd seen a few of the boys get hard ons and she knew there was
quite a bit of change in the size. Phil had the recliner raised to a
sitting position although his lens were straight out in front of him.
His legs were together and his penis was laid out in the crevice
between his legs.  She studied  how it curved over his balls before
the tip laid down between his legs.

At least she thought it was a tip.  His foreskin was a wrinkled point
of skin.  She didn't see many foreskins like that either. She
wondered if his cock was like anybody else's inside there.

She had an inspiration, "You pee first," she said, still not intending
to complete her part of it anywhere near his view. But, if she could
see his cock under that foreskin, well... maybe she would.

Phil continued to look up and watch her face as she stared at his
cock.  He was kind of enjoying it now.  He felt safe for a change
and didn't mind having this little minx give him a good look-over. 
He wondered if her nipples would be sensitive.  He supposed she
could get enjoyment out of having her tits played with even if they
were small.

"I don't have to pee," he answered.  "At least not anymore."  Her
eyes momentarily flicked down to meet his. "So," he continued as
he pointed to his pee-spot, "unless you want wet feet, I'd avoid that
spot when you do your thing."

"I'm not doing any ol' thing," she exclaimed.

The combination of her staring at his cock, him staring at her tits,
and the thoughts and good feelings he was getting from all that
made him speak.

"Hey, sit down for a bit."

She looked away from his cock for a second and said, "okay," as
she crossed her legs and started to sit beside him.  He reached a
hand out and stopped her progress by cupping an ass cheek.  The
tips of a finger or two laid across her crack.  He wondered what the
hell he had done that for.
                       
She looked surprised enough by his touch that Phil panicked a little
and searched for some excuse for his touch. 

"Hey, no," he said as she jerked back upright and away from his
hand.  "There's ants down there." As she looked down, he added,
"you can sit on my lap."

He could see the instant negation on her face and he quickly put a
look on his own face that he hoped said, "just kidding."

She paused and looked towards his cock. Phil could almost here her
thoughts.  Did she dare? 

She thought, "It would only be for a second."  She took a quick
look around as if someone would be watching her. This was so
tempting, she thought.  

She remembered the times she had backed into him. And the
feeling of his cock against  her bottom.  Right where he had placed
his hand.  She wished he would put his hand there again. She hadn't
really enjoyed it because of the shock.  She would be more prepared
now.

Then Phil reached his hand out towards her and that seemed to
decide her mind. "Okay, just for a second."

She turned and back towards him, then hesitated just as she started
to bend to sit.  Phil realized her bottom looked a lot rounder...more
female...at this close range.

"Go ahead," he prompted.

She softly sat down. Her bottom was still cool from the pool and
the chilly flesh was a shock against Phil.  Brittany felt the opposite;
warm, soft flesh against her bottom.

The voices spoke together, "You're so cold You're so warm!"

The looked at each other for a moment then laughed.  The ice was
broken for a moment. 

"I'm not too heavy, am I?" she asked. His legs were uncomfortably
hard under her butt. She resisted a temptation to wriggle into a
more comfortable position. 

"You're just fine."  He laid a hand upon a knee.  She gave it a quick
look but didn't say anything. He felt an almost irresistible urge to
slide his hand over the top of her thigh, nestle his fingers into where
her thigh met hip.       

"You've got the thinnest, little blonde hairs on your leg," he said. 
She looked down and he moved a finger slowly across the hairs
near her knee, then upward to where they were thicker on the top of
her thigh,  straightening them, then moving on. He moved his hand
back towards her knee before she became nervous. She let him lay
it there, this time,  without making sign she noticed.

He could see the top of her new thatch just beyond her thigh. "I feel
like you're ready to fall off," he said.

"It's a little tippy," she answered.  More uncomfortable, was what
she was thinking.

"Swing around and face me," he said, his hand upon her knee
again. "At least you'll be balanced that way."

"No way!"

"Why?"

"You know..."

"No I don't."

She kind of stuttered, then said, "I'll be, you know, right in front of
you."

"Oh," he said as if he hadn't known.  "Well, so?  You're a nudist
aren't you?  Besides, I've seen it before."

"Not mine!"

"Sure I have."

She looked a little cautiously and asked, "when?"

He shrugged, "Just, I don't know, crawling out of the pool. 
Everyone gets seen sometimes, you know."

"Yeah, but that's different.  It's not like, you know, just there."

"I didn't know you were such a shy little girl. What happened to the
brave little show-off."

"I'm not a show-off."

"Okay, fine, I was just teasing." He tugged a little on her knee like
he was going to cross it over to the other side of his body. "What do
you think a guy feels like, his stuff hanging out all the time?"

"I don't know."

"You never thought about it?"

"She kind of shrugged her shoulders, then said, "I guess you guys
don't care about that kind of stuff."

"I think it's just that we get used to it," Phil answered.

"Really?"

He slid his hand a little ways up her thigh, not quite half-way. It was
velvety smooth under his palm. She looked at his hand, then moved
hand over it and traced with a finger along the veins.

"What other choice do we have?" Phil asked.

That seemed to make her think a bit.  So after a moment he added,
"You can keep your hands in front of you, okay?"

She batted his hand away, saying, "Oh, alright," She stood up, faced
him momentarily, dropped her hands in front of her crotch, looking
sheepish it had never bothered her to stand upright before. Then
she considered his lap were is cock was now squashed between his
legs. 
                                   
Making a decision, she turned her back to him.  Phil dropped his
gaze down from her strong little back to look at her round butt. He
was in the process of inspecting the backs of her thighs when she
moved. Keeping her back towards him, she swung her leg over him
as if she was mounting a horse.                        
     
Brittany felt herself to be rather clever.  She was around, sitting on
him her hands in front of her lap in just a second.  He couldn't have
seen more than just a moment of her crotch.  No more than
climbing out of the pool, anyway.            

"Ah, that's better," Phil said.

"I'm not, you know, smashing you, am I?"

"Naw, it's soft, you know...it'll fit."

She knew.  She could feel it warm between her cheeks.  She adjust
herself a little, feeling the cock wedge tighter into her crack.

Phil found himself suddenly short on words and Brittany didn't
seem about to break the silence. Phil found it a rather
uncomfortable silence. He struggled for something to say, then
though, heck, they were this personal, maybe he could find
something out.

"Mind if I ask you a personal question?"

She looked up and shrugged, "I suppose, why not?"

"Okay, I was just sort of wondering. Ah..."

"Go ahead, silly!'

"Well, some girls seem to develop breasts first and still be bare
down there," he nodded towards her hands, "but you seem to have a
lot of hair there, but.."

"You mean I'm still flat?"

She said it rather belligerently and Phil knew she was sensitive
about it.

"I was just wondering about the order." He tried to make it sound
calming.

"Different girls do it differently," she said, "then said a little
bitterly, " maybe I'm just always going to be flat."

"You're not flat" he answered, "You're looking pretty nice."

For a change she appeared pretty shy as she answered, "You think
so?"

"Yeah.  And don't be so sensitive about it. Everyone has to grow
up, you know."

"I know," she said, "but I'm not sure it's happening."

"Well, it is," he said.  Then added, "and speaking about being
sensitive, are they sensitive?"

"What?....You mean." She looked kind of embarrassed....score one
point for Phil.  Finally she simply nodded.

"There you go," he said. "Just a matter of time."  He realized that
Brittany had started absent-mindedly twirling her fingers in his
pubic hair. Then he realized she had felt down to where he root of
his penis met his pubic area.  For once, he didn't think Brittany
wasn't really aware of what she was doing.

Phil thought he had nothing to lose and asked, "Can I touch them?"

"She looked at him carefully and asked, "Do you really want to?"

"Sure."

"Why?"

It was Phil's turn to shrug. "It's just something guys like to do?"

"Even if there is nothing there?"

"Brit, you have to stop being so defensive.  Maybe you don't think
you are perfect, but hey, at least enjoy yourself, enjoy what you
have."

She almost glared and said, "which is nothing."

Phil reached his hand up and slowly and laid it upon her shoulder. 
Then he dropped his thumb against her chest and slowly started
trailing it downward towards her nipple.  

Brittany would have reached up to grab his hand except that she
was busy hiding herself.  As his thumb moves slowly lower, she had 
conflicting thoughts: she wanted him to stop this nonsense; on the
other hand, she wanted him to hurry and get his thumb on her
nipple.  That's what he was up to, she knew.

Then his thumb went across the nipple and she gave a little start.

"Feel good," Phil asked.

"Kind of tickles...but yes..."

Phil rotated his thumb lightly around her nipple, then raised his
other hand and played with both nipples at the same time.

Brittany looked tense and she felt tense.  It was so embarrassing to
have him touching her there.  She realized that she would rather of
had him touching her down below.  At least she was grown up
down there.

"Enjoy it, Brit" he said softly. She wouldn't open her eyes and he
repeated, "Brit, enjoy it, please?"

She opened her eyes then and looked at him, then nodded.  It did
feel so good, she though. Only she had to stop him quickly; she still
had to pee and as soon as he had started playing with her nipples,
the urge had gotten much worse. 

"I have to go, Phil?"

"You can let me do this a little longer."

"No, I mean for real," she said, "I have to go pee...bad."

"Tell me this feels good, first," he said.

"Yes, yes, yes. It feels really good."

Phil took his fingers away from her nipples and placed both hands
upon her shoulders.  Then he pulled her gently forward.  At first she
though he was going to kiss her, but realized that he was looking at
her chest.

She started to loose her balance threw her hands onto his shoulders
to brace herself.  

"Please," he said, "just a little kiss on each?"

She relaxed then and let herself be drawn forward.  One each, she
thought, and then she'd have to go.

She leaned forward and Phil's tongue came out.  He slowly reached
it forward and the tickled her nipple.  She gave a gasp. It as partly
because of the sensation that his tongue have given her, it was
partly because she had felt his cock surge between her cheeks.
                                   
Then he sucked lightly on her nipple and she felt a surprising heat
surge through her body.  This was great, she thought. Oh, if it could
last longer.  

Now she could tell his cock was hardening underneath her.  She
moved naturally, spreading her cheeks a bit, and let his cock press
deeper in between.  

But the motion almost made her pee.  "I gotta go, now.  Really, it's
almost leaking out."

"You can let it," he answered.

"You're nuts!"

He sucked on her nipples some more, then said, "it would be fun,
wouldn't it?"

"Maybe," she answered, "but the point is you'd be all full of pee."

"I'd just go into the pool.  No problem at all"

"You're nuts.  Besides, it's fine for you to talk, but what if I was
telling you to pee on me?"

"Wouldn't work?" he said with a grin.

"Why?"

"I can't pee with a hard on."  Her look of surprise made him add,
"you did notice, didn't you?"

She looked embarrassed, "Yes, how could I miss?

He resumed sucking  on a little tit, at the same time sliding his
hands down to her waist, then to her hips.  He have her a little tug
downwards, pulling her against his cock.  She resisted for a second,
then wiggled her ass against him, wedging his cock deep between
her cheeks. She wanted to feel it against her butt hole.

She still had her hands upon his shoulders.  She gave a sudden little
start and gripped her legs tight against his torso. Her pubic area was
uncovered and she noticed him watching it. She decided she didn't
care; she had more important problems.  "I've got to go," she
whined.

"Go," he said, "I'd like to see it."

"I think you probably can," she said looking awful red in the face,
"I think I leaked."

"Do some more."

"You have to do it too," she answered, surprising herself.  She
wondered how his pee would look coming out of his foreskin.

"I can't. Remember...hard on? Besides, I already peed."

"Then let me look at it."

"Okay," he answered, surprising her and himself. She hadn't
expected him to agree and he hadn't realized he would allow her to
see his hard-on.   Great, she thought, I'll get a look and then take
off.

She started to stand up but Phil's hands upon her hips keep her in a
deep squat.  She felt the end of his cock slide along her crack.

"You said I could see it."

"Just wait," He took one hand off a hip and reached between her
legs.  At first she thought he was going to touch her there, and she
lifted her hips away from his hand. Then she was disappointed
when he didn't. Instead, with the extra clearance He reached
between her legs and pulled his cock forward.  She felt it poke hard
against her crack and she raised herself to let it past.  

For a moment it slid across her lips, and she felt a rush similar to
the first time he had touched her nipples. It was in front of her. He
reached his hand under his balls and raised them up, then closed his
legs together. He pulled her back down, snuggling her  forwards
until she felt his balls against her pussy.

She looked down at it.  It wasn't much longer than before, but it
was certainly fatter. The head of the cock was now sticking out of
the end, poking beyond the foreskin.

She didn't know what to say, "I guess your penis is just like any
other behind that thing."

"You mean the foreskin?"

"Yeah, you're sticking out now."

"It does that when it gets hard...it's a little longer now."

"How do you pee with it over the end?"

"I pull it back.  It slides...it pulls back even more."  Then he
prompted, "go ahead and try it."

She looked at him, "Really?"  He nodded.  She reached forward and
carefully put a thumb and forefinger at the end of the foreskin.  His
cock jumped and she snatched her hand back.

"You have to hold tighter, I can't control it."

She tried again and this time held on.  She tried to pull it back, then
grabbed his cock around the shaft with her other hand to steady it.  

Phil reached up and started playing with her tits. 

It felt so good, his fingers on her nipples, that she wanted it to go on
forever.  But she was suddenly desperate.  She let go of his cock, it
bobbed in front of her, and placed her hands on his hips, trying to
lift herself off of his lap.

Phil dropped his hands quickly to her hips and held her down. He
was surprised by the softness of the flesh around her waist.

"I gotta' go," she whined as she struggled to move off his lap. He
dropped his hands over her hips and held her in place.

"You said you'd pee if I let you look," he said.

She shrugged and Phil could see she hadn't really meant it. He slid
his hands down so his thumbs were along the crevice between her
thighs and her pubic area.  He massaged around the sides, then
crosses across the middle of her fur, pushing slightly as he crossed
her bladder. She tensed, then whined, "NO..."

Phil felt a sudden heat on his balls and his cock jumped.  Despite
her own troubles, her eyes were caught by the movement.

He massaged along her bladder again.  She started to struggle and
Phil ordered, "Hold it, hold my cock!"

She reached a hand, then held it with both, one hand above the
other.  Phil felt the sudden heat again, then the pee came around his
balls. 

Brittany felt mortified but Phil said, "yes, yes, more," and she
decided she'd gone this far, might as well go the rest.  As soon as
she let herself go, she felt better and then her mind was on his cock.
It seemed harder and throbbing inside. 

'Push!" Phil said.  She did and her pee sprayed over his balls,
against her hands and his cock. 

This was too much and she felt embarrassed again. She tried to hold
her pee back. Suddenly, Phil's cock started jumping in her hand. 
Phil placed and hand over hers and forced her to stroke up and
down along his shaft. She continued on her own as he removed his
hand.  She felt Phil's hands move along her inner thighs.
Automatically,  her pee began to spray again. 

She felt her pee run down along her leg where it was pressed
against his side. Phil reached his hand forward and slid his fingers
between his balls and her pussy.  Slick, hot, and wet. He moved his
fingers into the slit and massaged up and down. 

Brittany started to moan from the sensation, but suddenly his cock
started to buck. She held tight, and suddenly something shot out of
his cock towards her face. 

It splattered against her check, then more against her tits and
tummy. She pushed his cock back and the next spurts, weaker
spurts, hit Phil's chest. 

She giggled and aimed his cock towards his face, the next few
spurts barely cleared the end of his cock. 

"Ahhh.." Phil said, then laid back and lay totally relaxed. One hand
still wedged against her pussy, he felt himself sink into a drowsy
mindlessness. He lay in a timeless stupor, barely aware as Brittany
gently cradled his cock. They'd have to clean up in a bit, but for
now, he would just lay here. Just lay in the summer breeze.