Author: JojoMojo
Title: Rememberings – Tricia
Part: 5
Universe: Rememberings
Summary: Christmas Grade 5 - Tricia baby sits when Becky is unavailable
Keywords: True, f-teen/b, ped, cons



Rememberings - Tricia
   By JojoMojo  
     
(True, f-teen/b, 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 four Rememberings as this follows on the experiences contained in them.  Check my webpage:
http://www.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/





Fifth grade started the next week and while I saw Becky at school, we were both kind of embarrassed to see each other in public.  Thankfully we weren't in the same class, so only saw each other at lunch or recess.  I found myself avoiding Becky, except in my fantasies.  I started masturbating at least once a day if not twice.  I switched between all I had experienced with Becky (in my fantasy, I pushed my dick inside her and just held it there until I magically came); and trying to picture Bonnie naked.  For some reason, the more forceful side of Tricia had taken away any sexual mystique for me.  

Bonnie still came to baby sit two or three times a month.  We never talked about that day, just went back to our old routine.  I loved the feeling of lying up against her while she fondled me.  It had become comforting really, a nice place to be.  The only change was that I would often go up to my room afterwards and masturbate thinking about Bonnie, wanting to be an active participant like I had done that one time.  Tricia stopped coming over all together, so it was just Bonnie and me for the first half of the school year.  

Towards Christmas Bonnie was unavailable one evening and my folks remembered Tricia had been over some and that I had said I liked her.  So I ended up with Tricia babysitting one night.  I was a little apprehensive, wondering if she would be mean to me like I had seen with Becky, making me do things I didn't want to do.  

She came in, bright and cheerful like the first time I met her.  As soon as my parents left, she asked if I would show her my room.  I had started building model planes and had them all over my room.  She actually took the time to look at each one, commenting on how neat they were and what a good job I'd done with the paint and decals. I was beaming with her praise, and lost any apprehension I was feeling.  

As she held one model, she told me that I should meet her Uncle Charlie who lived nearby, that he had some things that I would like to see.  She asked if I could meet her after school the next Monday and I said ok. We agreed to meet at the park about half way between the school and my house.  Then she leaned close and kind of whispered, "it might be best not to tell your Mom you are meeting me, she might wonder and ask questions about what we do together."  

That made perfect sense to me as I still felt guilty about what I did with Bonnie, as if I was the one doing something wrong.  I figured I could tell my mom I was going to stop to play with friends at the park on the way home.  Sand lot baseball, touch football, snowball fights and other activities on the way home from school were a new development in the fifth grade for me, so this would seem normal to her.  I was pretty sure she'd just want me home in time for supper.

I had just put the last model back on my dresser when Tricia turned to me, still sitting on the bed, and said with a smile, "So, take off your clothes for me."  It wasn't a command, but the directness caught me off guard.  It was so different from Bonnie. 

I started to unbutton my shirt and she told me to go slowly.  As I got to each piece of clothing, she told me when to pull it down or open and when to take it off.  In a few minutes I was standing in front of her with my dick pointing straight up.  She motioned me to the bed and began to stroke me as I stood in front of her.  

She used her other had to run up and down my crack while she stroked, then leaned down and took me into her mouth.  I was on the road to cumming in no time.  She pulled me onto the bed, lying on her side, putting her back to the wall.  As I lay down facing her, she started stroking me with one hand and with the other opened her shirt and pushed her bra up, red and white diagonal stripes (I'll never forget it), releasing her breasts.  

Her breasts were full and firm, about the size of a small grapefruit.  They were white with small brown areolas circling erect nipples.  I held my breath while she played with her nipples, continuing to stroke me at the same time.  They were nothing like what I had imagined breasts would be shaped like (I had pictured hard, plastic bumps, like Barbie's and hadn't even thought about nipples).  

She asked if I had ever seen Bonnie's "boobs" and I shook my head "no".   She laughed and said she figured as much, then asked if I liked hers and all I could get out was "uh huh" (I think I was actually drooling at this point).  She put her hand on the back of my head pulling me close and told me to suck on the nipples and play with them with my hands.  I didn't wait for a second invitation.  The feeling was awesome and I began humping into her hand.  

As I played with her breasts, her breathing got heaver and I could feel her free hand working between her legs.  I heard a snap and a zipper being opened, then she took one of my hands and guided it down, inside her panties.  This was also very different from Bonnie, again much more direct.  She told me to do just like I did to Becky and proceeded to guide me, telling me what to do, having me stick my fingers as deep as I could inside her.  

I was amazed at how wet and how hairy but soft she felt.  Thinking back on it, she must have had quite a bush.  I didn't get to see it that night, just felt it.  We played like that until I came.  Once I had cum, I started to pull my hand out of her pants, but she caught my wrist and pushed my hand back down her pants.  She told me it was only fair that I make her cum since she had done the same for me.  

That made sense to me and even though the lack of being aroused made her wetness seem a little gross.  I started rubbing again and doing my best to lick her nipples.  She told me to bite her nipples.  I did, but I was afraid I might hurt her (I actually had nightmares of her nipple coming off in my mouth).  The effect was immediate and as she humped my hand, she put one hand down her pants with mine, occasionally supplementing my inexperienced hand.  The other had went to work on her other breast and nipple, squeezing, pinching and rubbing.  She began to hump in earnest, not gentle hip movement like Becky, but hard grown up humping.  

The motion of her hips and the tightness of her jeans against the back of my hand caused it to start hurting, but I was afraid to let up.  Finally she pushed up, spreading her legs apart, groaning as she did and came.  I pulled my hand out and she pulled me up against her, pushing my face between her breasts.  I couldn't breathe and had to pull back so I could suck in some air, then I put my cheek against her chest.  We lay that way for a while.  

I started to get hard again, laying as I was and looking down at her open jeans, glimpsing her bikinis (red and white stripes with a red waist band) that matched the bra that was now up around her neck.

She began rubbing me again and pushed my hand down her pants.  I told her that her jeans hurt my hand, so she pushed them down a ways.  As I looked down, I got my first glimpse of an adult vulva.  I could just make out the course brown hair on her mound.  If she had asked me I would have gladly given her oral, just for the chance to explore new territory, but she didn't and I was afraid to take the initiative.

This time we moved more slowly, she stopped rubbing me several times and just concentrated on what I was doing, giving me more instruction.  At one point, I had three fingers inside her which amazed me.  This time when I came, she came too which was really exciting.  We lay there after the second time for a while, then she sat up and told me to get dressed.  We went downstairs, ate, played some games and watched TV.  While watching TV we repeated our mutual masturbation on the couch twice, before she sent me upstairs to bed.  I remember thinking two things as I went to bed, that we forgot my bath; and that my dick hurt.  I think getting me clean was the furthest thing from her mind.


more to come... maybe

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