Author: JojoMojo
Title: Rememberings – Becky, Again
Part: 4
Universe: Rememberings
Summary: I get to see Becky again, but things don’t go quite as planned
Keywords: True, f-teen/b, f-teen/g, bg, ped, cons


Rememberings - Becky, Again
   By JojoMojo  
     
(True, f-teen/b, f-teen/g, bg, ped, cons)


Copyright ©2009 by the author

Note to the reader -
In my profile and the introductions to some of my stories,  I state that as I write, I reflect on things that I experienced as a child, what felt good, what didn't...  

I decided to elaborate on the things that I experienced as a child for two reasons: 

1) The memories are very powerful and I know they drive my desires and behaviors to this day, so I want to get them and written down so maybe I can better understand my desires; 
2) I'm sure that there are others out there who have had similar experiences who may be interested in reading or sharing.  

While I've tried to keep to the facts, these memories have been rattling around in my head (and feeding fantasies) for many years, so I can't be 100% sure they are entirely accurate.  I also realize that I am writing memories as an adult that were made as a child with a child's awareness (or lack there of) of the world. 

I've kept dialog to a minimum because frankly who can remember conversations from so long ago?  In a few cases, where the phrases are cemented in my memory, I've done my best to recreate them or paraphrase the dialog to best recreate the feelings it invoked.

I also take time out occasionally to comment or fill in gaps, facts, etc.  I hope will bear with me.

If my experiences strike a chord with you, please feel free to write me an email.  I'd love to hear your story.  If you are tempted to send flames, don't waste your time.  
JojoMojo@mail.com 

Ok, ok - I can hear you saying, "Enough already, get to the story..."


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




The last day Bonnie was to sit for me that summer, we were finally able to go back to Becky's.  Bonnie followed the same routine she had the first time, telling me to go take a bath as soon as my mom left for work.  I had been asking every day as soon as mom left if we were going to go.  So, when she told me to take a bath, I could feel my heart race, knowing what was coming.  I ran upstairs, took a quick bath and dressed leaving my underwear in the drawer.  We walked hand in hand over to Becky's house.  My heart was in my throat the whole way.  It was all I could do to keep from running ahead.  

We finally got there and Tricia met us at the door.  We walked in and Becky was sitting on the couch watching TV.  She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, no shoes.  She looked up and smiled shyly when she saw me, then turned back to the TV.  The blanket was no where to be seen and I wondered what was up.  Tricia said we were going to go down to the basement this time, and told us to head down, that she and Bonnie had to talk something over.  

Becky clicked the remote to turn the TV off (still very cool in my mind to have a remote), stood up and led the way.  We went downstairs to the basement.  It was a finished basement set up as a guest suite with a king size bed in the middle of the back wall.  This was a far cry from the basement at my house.  We lived in an older house and it was so unfinished, we were lucky to have a cement floor in our basement.  It was not a place you wanted to spend a lot of time.  We mostly used it to store stuff, like some people would use an attic.  Who knew what you would find down there.

Becky ran across the room and began bouncing on the bed, I followed suit.  I was filled with nervous energy and the jumping meant we didn't have to talk.  We jumped for a while and finally stopped, sitting down on the bed, out of breath.  Tricia and Bonnie appeared and pulled a couple of chairs to the edge of the bed and sat down.  Becky and I were still sitting in the middle of the bed catching our breath.  

Tricia told us that today would be a little different, now that we knew each other, she and Bonnie were going to teach us some new things.  We needed to do exactly what they told us to do.  I looked over at Bonnie for some reassurance.  She looked a little unsure as Tricia was telling us, and just gave me a weak smile.  Tricia asked if we would listen to them and we both looked at each other, wondering what was in store, then slowly shook our heads yes.  

The first thing she told us to do was to take each other's shirts off.  Becky immediately blushed at the thought.  I somewhat clumsily reached over and took her shirt off.  She reached over and did the same to me.

While it was exciting, it felt weird that the older girls weren't helping us.  For some reason I felt more exposed.  Tricia whispered to Bonnie, "Now you tell them." Bonnie told me to take Becky's pants off.  She stood up for me and I put my fingers under her waistband and pulled her shorts down.  Regardless of the exposed feeling, getting to pull her pants down felt really exciting.  She was wearing panties, white this time with pink around the waist and legs and a little bow at the front.  I could see the outline of her vulva under the cloth and immediately got a hard on.  

When instructed, I stood up and let Becky pull my pants down.  As she pulled them down, the waistband caught on my stiffy, causing it to spring up.  Becky giggled and pushed it down with her index finger several times to watch it spring up again, giggling even more and saying “boing, boing…”.  I turned three shades of red.  This wasn't as much fun as I had been expecting.  With some exasperation, Tricia told us to quit messing around.  With them watching it felt even weirder.  Now it was my turn to pull Becky's panties down.  I'll never forget the feeling as I exposed her.  For a moment I blocked the others out and we were the only ones in the room.  

Tricia told us to lay down next to each other, face to face.  It felt really weird to be that close to Becky looking right in her face knowing that we were naked.  I decided to just look at her face but not look into her eyes.  I think she did the same.  Once we were lying there, Tricia told us to start rubbing each other.  We started rubbing each other rather mechanically.  I wasn't at all sure what to do as I had only done it that one time before.  Tricia sighed, in kind an exasperated way and told us to talk to each other, to tell what felt good.  

Talking felt really weird, but I started telling Becky what to do, how to hold me, etc.  She spoke in a very soft voice, "it feels best when you go up and down the middle."  We went back and forth with instructions and it began to feel more natural, both what we were doing and also talking to each other.  Pretty soon what Becky was doing was feeling pretty good.  I guess what I was doing felt ok to her as she spread her legs farther apart.  She wasn't moving her hips, but I could feel her tense and relax as I rubbed.  While this felt good, it still felt weird, knowing that Bonnie and Tricia were watching but not participating.

I glanced down every little bit, trying to see where my fingers were working, but could not see anything because of how close we were.  I concentrated on her chest, those little bumps under her nipples.  I was kind of shutting out the rest of the room and it made it easier to concentrate on the feelings, both Becky's hand on me and the sensation of my hand as I rubbed her vulva.  She was getting kind of moist, not wet really, but soft, silky and warm.  

As my fingers worked, I realized that I really liked the feeling of all the different parts, her lips, clit, the way her vagina gave way a little when I pressed in.  I guess my interest was making the job I was doing better, as she began to gyrate a little.  That got me more excited and I began to pump a little as she rubbed.  Becky rolled onto her back and I scooted closer, almost touching, then raised up a little on my elbow.  Her eyes were closed but she kept up the action with her hand.

I just had to see more, so repositioned myself, moving down bummed that her hand could no longer reach, placing my head even with her stomach.  This way I could see what I was doing.  I kind of tranced out, watching my fingers move around, her lips opening as I slid up and down.  I could see the moistness that I had been feeling, making the pink of her vulva glisten.  I was thinking about what else I wanted to do when Tricia broke the mood by standing up and telling us that we needed to lay next to each other on our backs.  

I moved up and lay down next to Becky.  We looked at each other and for the first time, when our eyes met, we didn't flinch or look away.  I was apprehensive, not really scared, but wondering what was next.  What ever it was, I felt like we were in it together, that she was my friend.  It was not that Bonnie or Tricia had ever done anything to hurt me, but this felt so different, having them watch and direct, it put me off balance a little bit.  I sensed when I glanced at Becky, that she was feeling some of the same things.

They had us slide all the way to the top of the bed and a littler further apart, our heads and upper backs propped up on the pillows by the headboard.  I watched as Bonnie crawled up on the foot of the bed.  She pushed my knees to spread my legs and slid up until her head was at my crotch.  Tricia did the same to Becky and almost simultaneously, they began to lick us.  This started my head spinning.  I had never thought that about doing that to a girl.  I stared at Tricia as she worked on Becky, she had one hand on Becky’s hip and the other massaging her chest as she worked on her vulva with her mouth.  At one point she pulled away and I could see Becky's lips wet with her saliva.  Bonnie was doing a great job on me, licking, sucking and also fondling me with her hand.  

The effect of the visual stimulation coupled with the oral stimulation was almost immediate for both of us.  We both began to move our hips.  Seeing Becky press up to meet Tricia's mouth was even more exciting.  The thought that Tricia was a girl and was licking Becky, also a girl almost blew my mind.  I was starting to slip into an erotic trance, focused on storing away what I was seeing and headed for an orgasm when both Bonnie and Tricia stopped what they were doing.  

Bonnie stood up beside the bed and used her hands to guide me, turning me around on the bed and laying me on my side, my face inches from Becky's crotch.  Tricia guided Becky onto her side as well.  I reached out to touch Becky's vulva and felt Bonnie's hand on the back of my head, pushing it towards Becky's vulva.  Tricia said, "Now you two do it."  I could smell a trace of Tricia's perfume lingering on Becky's legs and over that, the scent of her excitement.  

I was a bit unsure about putting my mouth on Becky.  On one hand, it was very exciting but on the other hand, I kept thinking, "that's where she pees from."  The thought actually made me gag a little bit.  It didn’t matter that I had just seen Tricia do it or that Bonnie and Tricia had been licking me “where I pee from” for quite some time.  

Becky seemed to be having the same misgivings.  I looked up at her and she was shaking her head.  Tricia chided both of us saying that she and Bonnie had just done it.  She reminded us that we were clean “down there” because we had both had baths that morning.  Becky kept shaking her head and Tricia tried to push it closer to me.  I could see tears in the corners of Becky's eyes and wanted to help her but I didn't know how.  In her resisting, she started to close her legs. The more Becky resisted, the harsher Tricia's whispers got.  I thought I heard her say something like, "You better do it or else."

My heart went out to Becky and I wanted to be her hero;  wanted to rescue her somehow as the tears were now running down her cheek.  I reached behind me and pushed Bonnie’s hands away from my head and at the same time moved around to kneel at Becky's side.  I looked up at Tricia and said, "That's ok, she doesn't have to do it to me, I'll do it to her.  OK?"  Tricia thought for a moment then nodded and released Becky.  

I pushed a little on her hip and she rolled onto her back, still sniffling a little bit.  Tricia leaned over and whispered, "Stop crying, you baby."  I was a bit taken aback as I had not experienced Tricia or Bonnie being mean spirited before.  Everything we had done was fun and I always thought I had a choice in what we did.  

I moved around to Becky's feet and pushed on her knees.  She slowly spread her legs, wide apart, giving me full access.  I ran my hands from her knees up her inner thighs and placed them on either side of her vulva as I stretched out on my stomach between her legs.  I'd lost my boner with all the tension so I reached down and pulled my limp dick up straight as I lay down.  

Tricia and Bonnie were half on, half off the bed on either side of me, leaning in to watch.  I looked up at Becky, caught her eye and smiled tentatively.  She half smiled back.  Then, I then turned my attention to her sex.  I leaned my head down and stuck my tongue way out, hesitantly, ready to pull it back and refuse if she tasted as bad as I figured she would.  

Her labia were red and a little puffy from the rubbing we had been doing, the cleft between was just barely open, the hood covering her clit peaking out at the top, swollen, wrinkled and flushed as well.  I held my breath and touched my tongue to her clit.  No taste at all, but I could smell her excitement.  I took a small lick, then a little bigger one, finally licking all around her clit.  

The velvety sensation on my tongue felt good, I loved the feel of the clit the hood soft, but a sense of hardness within; her inner lips and the other contours were all new sensations as I licked.  The taste was mildly salty with a little bit of sweet mixed in, altogether a very pleasant sensation.  (I think that this experience cemented me into loving to give oral.  Getting is nice too, but giving is the best!)

When I licked around her clit, she responded by gently pushing up.  I grew a little bolder and licked from the bottom of her slit to the top.  This got another stronger response from her.  Her response awoke my arousal and I began to grind into the bed as I continued to explore her with my tongue.  She ran her hands across her chest, rubbing around her nipples, then down to rest them on my hands, squeezing a little bit.  Her touch turned me on even more and I began really exploring her with my tongue.  

I spent more time on and around her clit because I liked the reaction I got.  She responded by putting her hands on my head, holding me as I worked.  I ran my tongue down the cleft and around her vagina.  She pushed up a little bit and I felt it go in a little.  Intrigued, I pushed a little with my tongue and it went in further.  Becky kind of breathed in and pushed up to meet me. My tongue slipped in farther.  She raised her knees, moving her feet up by my shoulders and began to move gently against my mouth and tongue (not a big hard movement, just a little bit).  I slipped my tongue out of her vagina and ran down across her anus, tasting the bitterness there.  She moaned a little and kept moving her hips.

Being the source of her pleasure felt natural to me for some reason.  I began working in earnest, wanting to give her pleasure.  (I think that being the passive recipient of what ever Bonnie or Tricia wanted to give me sexually had left me wanting control.  I found that control in pleasuring Becky.  I believe that's why I took to it so naturally and why I love to give when ever I can.)  I worked until my tongue ached and even worked some more, trying to use my fingers.  I was oblivious to where my tongue went, on sensation overload, humping the bed hard while I worked on Becky. 

While I worked to pleasure her, I felt hands behind on my thighs, hips and buns.  I lifted my hips a little to allow access and felt fingers on my hardness, pressed between me and the bed.  I felt a wet finger run down my crack and push into my anus a little way, pumping in and out as I ground into the hand underneath me.  It felt good but hurt a little at the same time.

I didn't stop to see who was behind me, I assumed Tricia, but was concentrating on Becky.  If my tongue felt a bit of an opening, I pushed in.  I think I even penetrated her anus a couple of times.  My jaw was killing me from my mouth being open, tongue extended and taking the pressure from Becky's motion, but I didn't want to quit.  

I was in a sexual trance, focused on what was arousing me, headed for an orgasm. While I was licking her, I was humping the hand underneath me, but I was no where near cumming.  I needed to concentrate on the feelings and the pain in my jaw and tongue was interfering.  So, I pulled away to rest and kept my head on her thigh, oblivious to anything else in the room beyond her body.  As I there, I looked at her vulva, her open vagina and the pucker of her anus below it, her belly moving gently while she caught her breath, her hands stroking alongside her labia.

I was well on the way to cumming when Tricia's voice cut through my trance, "Shit! Get up, get up.  You guys need to get out of here!"  She was on her toes looking out of the high basement window.  "Get out, get out!  Mrs. Bowman is home, I'm going to be in huge trouble."

We scrambled off the bed and pulled on our clothes in a frenzy, throwing pieces at each other when we picked up the wrong ones.  Tricia pointed us to a set of steps that led to an outside door on the driveway.  As we made our way up the stairs, we could hear footsteps upstairs and Becky's mother calling for Tricia and Becky and she didn’t sound happy.  My heart was pounding as Bonnie closed the door and took my hand, leading me down the driveway, towards home.  I wanted to run, but Bonnie held my hand tightly and made me walk, telling me to "act normal."  I looked up at her and she looked as scared as I felt.

It was the next summer before I found out what had happened.  All I knew at the time is that I'd nearly been caught naked with Becky by her mom and that gave me a cold chill.  I could imagine standing in front of my own mother while she leveled the accusations.  It never occurred to me that Bonnie and Tricia would be in even more trouble.  When we got back to my house, Bonnie didn't say a word about what had happened.  We didn't even "play" any of our games that day.  Looking back, I think the experience scared the crap out of her.


more to come... maybe

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