Author: JojoMojo
Title: Rememberings - Becky, a first taste
Part: 3
Universe: Rememberings
Summary: My childhood experiences expand as I am introduced to a girl my
age.
Keywords: true, fteen/b, fteen/g, bg, ped, cons)

Rememberings - Becky, A First Taste

By JojoMojo

(True, fteen/b,fteen/g, bg, ped, cons)

Copyright (C)2009 by the author


You may want to read the first two Rememberings as this follows on the experiences contained in them.  Check my webpage: http://www.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/



After the only time where I was more than just a recipient of Bonnie's sexual attention, we went back to our usual routine where I was a passive participant and she did what ever she pleased.  Toward the end of the
summer between fourth and fifth grade, my mom took a part time job.  

In retrospect, it was probably early-August but to me the changes seemed to encompass the whole summer.  Her hours were such that for those few weeks I needed a baby sitter three days out of the week from noon until around dinner time.  Of course Bonnie was the obvious choice and of course I was thrilled.  Being in charge of me for most of the day meant more freedom.  We walked to the store and even to the movies a couple of times.  In our small town, most things were within walking distance, so we hoofed it where ever we went.

Another type of freedom was that for the first time we varied our routine and "played" at different times during the day.  It felt entirely different for many reasons, it was a lot lighter (not just the light of the
TV as before), there was not a set time when it would begin and we had more hours than when my folks were just away for dinner and a show.  This meant that there were some days where we would have several short sessions rather than our longer evening sessions.  It also meant that Bonnie had to say something to get things started.  

Her "code phrase" was to ask me if I wanted "to play."  As you may imagine, that phrase still has an effect to me today.  Another change was that sometimes after she asked if I wanted "to play" she would take my hand and lead me up to my bedroom or she'd lay out a blanket on the floor.  We even did it on my parent's bed once, that felt really weird.

One day about half way through those weeks, as soon as my mom left, Bonnie announced that it was time for me to take a bath.  I looked at her like she was crazy and she reiterated, telling me to make sure I put on
clean clothes too.  I dutifully went up took a quick bath (at this stage in my life, I did not shower, just took a bath), dressed in clean shorts and a T-shirt, wondering the whole time what was up.  

As soon as I came downstairs, Bonnie asked if I wanted "to play" with Tricia.  My heart jumped into my throat as I hadn't seen Tricia all summer and loved what happened when we all three played.  I asked if Tricia was coming over and Bonnie replied that we'd be going to meet her.  This heightened my excitement as the summer seemed full of new places that made our play seem more mysterious.

Bonnie took my hand and we walked out the door.  We soon arrived at a large house only a few blocks away.  As Bonnie rang the bell, my heart was racing in anticipation.  Tricia answered the door, smiled and let us in.  She ushered us to a large family room where a blanket was already laid out on the floor.  The furniture was arranged in a "U" shape with a fire place and a TV at the far end.  There were two couches facing each other on opposite sides of the blanket and two easy chairs at the bottom of the "U" across from the fire place.

I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and a girl I recognized from my school walked into the room.  My heart stopped and my head started spinning.  I didn't totally put two and two together at that time.  I
figured this was just a social visit and we'd play board games or watch TV.  So, I just stood there confused and a little disappointed.  Tricia took the girl by the hand and led her across the room to face us.  

Tricia introduced her as Becky who was going into fifth grade just like me.  We were in different fourth grade classes, so I didn't really know her, except that she looked familiar.  Becky was about my height with short brown hair styled in a pixie cut.  She had slightly tan skin and was of medium build.  She was wearing a yellow sun dress.  I don't think I'll ever forget that dress.  She seemed shy and looked at the floor during the introductions.

Tricia said with a smile that she had been babysitting Becky every day during the summer as both of her parents worked.  This explained why I hadn't seen her at my house.  Tricia went on to tell me that she had been Becky's babysitter for several years, ever since Becky was starting second grade.  

She turned to Becky and winked as she told me that she and Becky liked "to play" like Bonnie played with me; and that Bonnie had even come over "to play" with Becky a couple of times.  At the mention of Bonnie "playing" with me I could feel my face burn red.  I noticed that Becky was blushing as well.  I looked up at Bonnie and she gave me a soft smile and mouthed, "Don't worry, it's ok."

What didn't occur to me at the time (and I didn't figure out until much later) was that Tricia had been the one to convince Bonnie to start "playing" with me.  Looking back, I figure that Bonnie had observed me
stroking myself on several occasions shared it with Tricia, her best friend, who was already messing around with Becky (there's lots more to how/why Tricia got started with Becky - for another time).

I assume Tricia coached Bonnie in how to "catch me" and how to take me into her confidence so I wouldn't mention what was going on to my folks.  Events that I'll share later cement this idea, that Tricia had taken the lead.  I figure she had also convinced Bonnie to invite her over to play with me, maybe by sharing Becky first so that she had something on Bonnie.

I'm sure that they had been planning this meeting for quite some time but due to my parent's restrictions had been unable to pull it off until my mom started working.  I found out later that the reason it took so long when they finally had us each during the day was because Becky's parents had her enrolled in a summer program at the park and there wasn't much time during the day until almost the end of the summer.

Tricia dropped Becky's hand, stepped over to me and wrapped her arms around me in a big hug.  "This is going to be so much fun," I recall her saying as she gave me one more squeeze.  I had no idea all that she was
referring to at that time, but could guess at some of it and was a little anxious.  Then as if all the talk of "playing" had never happened, she suggested that we watch some TV.  

With that she took Becky's hand and led her across the blanket to the far couch.  Bonnie led me to the other couch.  My heart was hammering as we she sat me down and took off my shoes and socks.  Then we lay down in our usual position.  Bonnie put her arm around my waist and pulled me close.  I was kind of excited, but kind of scared in this new territory.  

I remember being amazed when Tricia picked up a remote control, turned on the TV and changed the channel to cartoons.  I was amazed because remote controls were still a bit of a rarity and also because there were cartoons on in the middle of the week.  Obviously Becky's family had cable where my family only had an antenna.

We all watched the cartoons for a while, maybe a half an hour.  I spent most of the time trying to concentrate on the TV while nervously stealing glances at Becky across the room.  I guess she was doing the same thing as at one point our eyes met.  We both blushed and turned back to the TV.

When the next cartoon started, Bonnie began the now familiar motion that I knew was preliminary to her fondling me.  Usually this would have produced a woody in short order.  Maybe I had performance anxiety or
something but I remained soft, staring intently at the TV, trying not to remember that Becky was across the room.  

Bonnie worked my shirt up a ways, then slipped her hand down my shorts and began to caress me.  I think she
was surprised to find I was still soft, because she whispered, "It's ok, just relax, trust me."  I stole a glance across the room and what I saw had an immediate stiffening effect on my limp member.  Tricia had Becky's dress pulled up above her waist and was stroking her through her panties.  

Her panties matched her dress, a powdery yellow pair of cotton panties with darker yellow piping around the waist and legs.  Becky was focused across the room at me but our eyes didn't meet this time as we were both looking a bit lower.

As I watched, Tricia stretched open one of the leg holes and slipped her fingers inside.  As she did, Becky spread her legs by bringing her knee up and back against Tricia, obviously a familiar position.  I felt Bonnie
tugging at the waist band of my shorts, so I lifted my butt and she slipped them down a bit, exposing me to Becky and Tricia.  She began to rub my stomach and chest, leaving my stiffy open to their stares.  The attention made me tighten up producing a couple of twitches in my dick.  With that Becky looked up at Tricia who smiled back at her and winked, then they both turned their gazes back across the room.

As Bonnie began stroking me again, I watched as Tricia slid Becky's panties slowly down and all the way off.  I stared at her crotch, but she had pressed her legs together, almost crossing them as her
panties came off, so there was nothing to see.  Tricia bent down and whispered something to her.  Becky shook her head no and mouthed something I couldn't quite catch.  Tricia just ran her had down Becky's leg to her knee, pulling it up.  

Becky resisted at first, but Tricia persisted eventually spreading her legs.  Becky reacted to this by covering her face with her hands.  At this point I didn't care who was looking at me or what Bonnie did to me; I was too focused on trying to see what was between Becky's legs.  I was amazed at how sleek her sex was, from across the room, just a crack, nothing like what I had between my legs.  

I had never seen a girl's sex except for the stolen glances by the light of the TV that one time with Bonnie; and this was entirely different, Becky was my age.  I had never seen (or really even thought about) a girl my age.  For all the sexual stimulation I had received from Bonnie, I was still very naive.  Tricia kept her hand on Becky's knee, giving me a good look.

I could see the slight bulge of her mons, the slit of her sex ending in a little dimple and the wrinkled hood of her clit poking out a little at the top (although at that time I had no idea what any of those things
were).  I just stared as Tricia slowly slid her hand down Becky's leg and began to fondle her.  Before too long, Becky took her hands away from her face and stared across the room to watch what Bonnie was doing to me.  I began to slowly hump into Bonnie's hand and watched as Becky's hips also began to move slightly in response to Tricia's fingers.

I stared as Tricia ran two fingers down the slit, then back up spreading the lips a little and then circling that little bump that I know now is the clit.  Every once in a while, Tricia would trace all the way down Becky's slit and beyond to press her fingers between Becky's cheeks.  This caused Becky to move her hips forward, giving Tricia's fingers better access. 

While I was greatly excited, surprisingly I was a long way from cumming.  Bonnie and Tricia continued to caress us and we continued to watch each other for what seemed like a long time.  Sometimes Becky would close her eyes and concentrate on moving against Tricia's hand.  There were times I did the
same thing trying to commit to memory everything that I was seeing.  I guess this went on for over a half hour.  

When the next cartoon started, Tricia sat up.  Becky followed her lead and her dress dropped down covering
her vulva.  Bonnie pulled my pants back up and sat up as well, giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze as if to say, "See, it wasn't so bad after all."

Tricia went to the kitchen asking if anyone was thirsty.  She came back with root beers.  I remember them because we never had any kind of soda at my house.  Only Coolaid on occasion.  I sipped mine, thinking about what I had just seen almost too excited to swallow.  

Bonnie excused herself to go to the bathroom.  When she came back, I quietly asked her where it was so I could go too, kind of embarrassed to be asking with Becky within hearing distance for some reason.  She told me, then whispered that I should just leave my underpants off and only wear my shorts.

This caused my imagination to go into overdrive, assuming we'd have a repeat session reinvigorated my slowly softening dick.  When I got to the bathroom, I didn't think I would ever get it soft enough to piss.  I finally managed and then took off my pants and underwear, putting my shorts back on as instructed.  I was at a loss as to what to do with my underwear.

For some reason I felt particularly embarrassed at the thought of Becky seeing them.  So I balled them up as small as I could and walked back to the family room.  As soon as I got to the couch, I stuffed them inside one
of my shoes.  

I sat down and started sipping my root beer, feigning interest in the cartoon and trying not to just stare at Becky (which is what I really wanted to do).  After a little while, Tricia got up and gathered our glasses.  Bonnie got up and followed her into the kitchen.  I heard them talking, then they reappeared.  My heart started hammering in anticipation and my mouth went dry.

To my surprise, Bonnie walked over and sat down next to Becky and Tricia sat down next to me.  She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the foot of the couch.  Then she lay down and pulled me back against her.  Bonnie lay down with Becky and slid her hand under Becky's dress.  Becky raised her knee and settled back against her as Bonnie began rubbing.

Tricia wasted no time either, slipped her hand down my shorts and began wanking me in earnest.  As I watched Bonnie, she used the same pattern on Becky that she usually used on me, slowly pulling her dress up in the
process, letting me see more and more skin.  Occasionally she would concentrate on rubbing Becky's pussy, still naked as she had not put her panties back on, then go back to the circular motion.

Once she had her dress up to her shoulders, Becky raised up a little and Bonnie slid the dress over her head and off, dropping it on the floor.  I had been treated to an impromptu strip tease and now a there was a
completely nude girl my age laying across the room from me.  

Becky's chest was almost completely flat with just little pointy lumps under her areola, the beginnings of development.  As I scanned down her body, I saw that she had an inny belly button.  I could see tan lines where a two piece swimsuit had been.  

My gaze focused again on her vulva as Bonnie began to stroke her. For some reason it was even more erotic to watch Bonnie, who I still had a big crush on, stroking Becky.  I had no ideas about lesbian sex, but what I saw I was really liking.  I began to hump into Tricia's strokes and she pulled her hand out long enough to slide my pants down and off, tossing them on top of my shirt.

As I stared at Becky's crotch, I felt both excited and a little embarrassed to be staring.  I glanced up and noticed that Becky was staring just as intently at my crotch as I was at hers.  This seemed to make everything alright, so I went back to watching what Bonnie was doing.  

As I was watching, Bonnie ran her hand up Becky's side to her shoulder and down her arm, then took her hand and guided it to her pussy.  She pressed Becky's fingers into her pussy and rubbed them around.  After a minute or so, she pulled her hand away and Becky just let her hand drop to the couch and kind of shook her head, like she didn't want to do what Bonnie was leading her to do.  Tricia said softly, "Come on Becky, it's ok," in a chiding and a little bit of a commanding voice.

Bonnie took Becky's hand and returned it to her pussy, helping her to rub.  This time when she took her hand away, Becky closed her eyes kept rubbing.  She started slowly at first, almost as if she was exploring
herself for the first time.  She stroked her labia tentatively, then picked up momentum, rubbing up and down her crack, concentrating on her hooded clit.  

Bonnie reached behind her and began rubbing at the base of her crack, where her vagina opened, occasionally moving her fingers up, spreading Becky's lips and holding them open, then moving back down.  This seemed to turn Becky on as she began to rock her hips back and forth a little as she rubbed, concentrating on her clit.

The sight of Becky rubbing herself certainly turned me on and as I began to pump into Tricia's hand, she repeated Bonnie's move and brought my hand to my dick.  I didn't need any encouragement and began stroking myself. 

Tricia brought her hand behind me and started rubbing up and down between my cheeks, circling my anus and pressing her finger against it, sometimes pushing in to penetrate just a little bit.  The sight of Becky, her eyes still closed as she concentrated on her rubbing combined with the sensations I was getting from Tricia's attention to my rear end sent me into a frenzy.  I was almost ready to cum when she suddenly stopped, pulled my hand away and suggested we move onto the floor to be "more comfortable".


This kind of broke the spell as Becky's eyes fluttered open and to my dismay she stopped rubbing herself.  Tricia nudged me forward and I half crawled half fell off the couch and on to the blanket.  The carpet was very thick and must have had a thick pad as well; the blanket almost felt like it was on a firm mattress.  

Becky crawled to the middle of the blanket next to me and lay down.  She focused on something past me, not making eye contact.  Bonnie guided her onto her side and Tricia did the same to me.  Now we were almost next to each other our faces even with each other's crotches.  Bonnie and Tricia knelt behind us hands on our sides.

Becky had again crossed her legs, I guess in modesty, so Bonnie reached down and pulled her knee up, spreading her legs so I could see.  Then she reached down and used her fingers to gently spread Becky's lips, holding her vulva open.  I was greeted with my first view of the inside of a girl's vagina.  

I know I was breathing heavy as I looked.  I could see her inner labia, not quite large enough to extend past her outer lips, the opening of her vagina was clearly visible and I wondered what it was for.  I could
just see her anus peeking out below her vagina.  Of course it was all new to me at the time.  I can remember being very turned on by the sight, but also a little apprehensive.  Tricia was moving my boner around, tracing her fingers along it and around my balls, making me twitch.  At one point, she pressed my cheeks apart, holding them open.

Bonnie reached for my hand and guided it to Becky's pussy.  At almost the same time Tricia reached across and pulled Becky's hand to my dick.  She wrapped Becky's fingers around me and began to move them up and down,
guiding her on manipulating me with whispered instructions, using her hand to show her how much pressure to use, how fast to move.  Bonnie did the same for me and soon we were doing a fair job at stimulating each other.

I scooted closer, and lay my head on Becky's thigh a few inches above her knee.  From this vantage point I could see her vagina open as I brought my fingers down her slit.  I was also aware of the mix of smells, some new and some familiar.  I could detect the faint scent of fabric softener (although then I didn't know what it was, just knew the smell was familiar); a little stronger smell of soap; a faint smell of her anus and
over all that, a pungent musky smell that I later found was all over my fingers.  

It was different from the smell I had become used to when playing with Tricia and Bonnie, a little stronger, maybe.  We lay that way for some time and I was again approaching an orgasm when Tricia interrupted, pulling
Becky's hand away from my dick.

I sat up, wondering what was coming next.  Tricia moved over and sat down cross legged by Becky.  She guided her onto her back and lifted Becky's head into her lap.  She sat there cradling Becky's head and placed
her hands on Becky's shoulders rubbing down across her chest, gliding over her breast bumps, circling the areolas and tiny nipples (not that I knew they would grow bigger at the time, but looking back I can remember they were only a little bigger than mine).  

As she leaned over Tricia said, "Let's show Bonnie what you learned to do last week."  Bonnie seemed to know
what was coming because she stretched over to the couch and grabbed a familiar looking tube from the side table (now I knew where she had gotten it).  She removed the top and squeezed a little blob into Becky's
outstretched hand.

I moved around so that I had a better view, choosing to sit right by Becky's hip.  Becky took a deep breath and seemed to be readying herself for something.  Then she closed her eyes, and spread her legs, knees out
and feet together.  She began to massage the lube into her slit sliding her fingers up and down.  Watching her touch herself for the second time that day had me mesmerized.  

She began to slowly circle the labia, then went back to her slit.  Her eyes stayed closed and her hips began to move a little as she continued to rub herself.  I could see her anus clench and release as she moved her hips to meet her fingers.  Tricia whispered something and to my amazement, Becky pushed her index finger down her slit and slowly slid it into her vagina, pushing the tip in a little ways, then back out several times.  

She went back to rubbing her clit, circling her lips, then slid back down and pushed her finger all the way in.  She kept sliding it out, up and down her lips then back in.  Bonnie whispered, "That's great Becky." 

I had unconsciously rolled on to my stomach and was slowly humping into the blanket as I watched.

Tricia kept rubbing her hands across Becky's chest and stomach as Becky rubbed herself.  As she leaned down to rub Becky's stomach, Tricia said softly, "Do the other one now."  Becky kind of sighed, then slowly brought her knees up placing her feet flat on the floor right against her butt.  I had to move a little to see around her leg.  I could see that this brought her puckered anus fully into view.  I stared at this new development.  

Her anus was a light pinkish brown, puckered with small wrinkles around the hole.  I had never seen someone's anus close up before (except Bonnie's and that was in the half dark) and was transfixed.

As she continued to rub her vagina, Becky reached under her leg with her other hand and began running her fingers around her anus without actually touching it, almost tentatively.  Then she put her finger tip on her anus, massaging the hole before running her fingers up to her vagina where the
lube was and then running them back down to massage her hole again.  

After doing it several times, she slowly pushed her finger into her rectum, just the tip at first, finally almost to the first joint.  She left it there while she continued to push her finger in and out of her vagina.  As she worked, her hips began rotating in time with her strokes.  She would flex them up as she pushed her finger into her vagina, then down as she pulled it our.  

Every once in a while she'd pull her finger out of her bottom, rub it around a little, then slowly slide it back in.  This was too much for me and I came hard, eyes closed, face pressed into the blanket.  I was actually dizzy from the excitement and just lay on the floor panting, trying to recover.

Through my partially opened eyes I could see that Bonnie had her fingers in the leg hole of her shorts, rubbing herself as she watched.  Even though I was spent and the majority of my lust had gone with my orgasm, I couldn't stop watching Becky.  She had pulled her fingers out of her vagina and anus and was working them up and down her vagina, totally self absorbed, hips moving just a little, fingers moving faster and faster.  I could hear her breathing raspy breaths and Tricia was murmuring something softly, encouraging her.

I was surprised to feel myself just starting to get aroused again, when Becky arched her back and squeezed her legs together in an orgasm, shuddering with the effort.  Her other hand stayed clasped tightly between
her legs as the orgasm swept over her.  As it subsided, she slowly straightened her legs, letting them fall slightly apart.  Her hand slowly massaged her sex, no fingers inside, but the whole hand covering her pubis.
Tricia slipped Becky's head off her lap and lay down next to her, putting her arms around her.  She kissed Becky on the cheek and whispered, "That's my girl."

I looked over at Bonnie, who had lay down on her side at some point.  She was staring at Becky and Tricia, a strange far away look in her eyes, her hand still inside the leg of her shorts, her legs clasped tightly
together.  I guessed she had an orgasm too.  The thought of "my" Bonnie doing what I had just seen Becky do came to my mind.  I couldn't really picture what she looked like "down there", but my imagination worked to
fill in the gaps as I lay there, enjoying the feelings of arousal starting again.

All of a sudden, Tricia sat up and said, "Becky we've got to hurry or we'll be late for tennis!"  Becky jumped up and disappeared down the hallway. Tricia and Bonnie started gathering things up.  I took the hint
got dressed and started to put my shoes on, forgetting my underwear wadded up inside.  I pulled them out, stuffed them in my pocket and pulled my shoes on.  

That's when I noticed the peculiar scent on my fingers.  It is a scent that I'll never forget (and probably will never smell again in this lifetime).  About that time, Becky reappeared in a tennis dress (remember
Bobbie Jean King?  like that).  We all gathered at the door to say our good-byes.  Tricia gave me a big hug and asked conspiratorially, "See you soon?" with a wink as she pulled away.  

I looked at Becky and was at a loss for words.  What would have been appropriate to say?  At that age I just
didn't have the words.  If we were both adults, I would have given her a hug and a kiss or something; but at 10?  I think I mumbled something lame like "nice to meet you" or something before we took off.

Bonnie and I headed for home.  My head was spinning with questions and for the first time we actually talked about what had transpired.  While it still felt weird, I was wanting to talk.  Bonnie asked if I liked it? 
(Yes!); if I wanted to do it again?  (Yes!!); if I'd like to learn some other stuff?  (I guess so.) We went along that line of conversation until we wore it out.  

I had a burning question on my mind and managed to get it out, immediately blushing after I asked, "Can I see what you look like down there?"  Bonnie also blushed and was quiet for a while before telling me she'd have to think about it.  In the long run, the answer was "No."

Bonnie said we wouldn't be able to go back to Becky's the next day because her folks had activities planned for Becky to attend.  Since this was the last day she would be sitting with me that week, we would have to
wait until the next week.  That meant four long days at the least, before we could go back over.  As it worked out, we only got to go back one more time.


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