NOTE THIS 
These stories are fiction. 
They are based on the lives of these characters, which may or may not exist, but in no way 
should be considered biographical or autobiographical. 
They contain sexual content that some people may find offensive and/or immoral.
They are written to entertain those people who don't find it offensive or immoral.
They are written for adults, so look at your driver's license, do the math, and be sure that you 
are at least 18 years of age before reading them.

Tanya factoids and cast of characters for this series:

Tanya 9 yrs old (relative to the story of course)

Brad (Tanya's brother) 14 (5 years difference)

Kyp (Brad's best friend) 16 (7 years)

Dennis 12 (3 years)

Francine 11 (2 years)
Jonah (Francine's brother) 6 (3years)

Janet 9 (same)

Shelly 6  (3years)
Bobbi Jo (Shelly's sister) 5 (4years)






                                     Little Tanya My First


  It was really freezing walking home from school. I was walking alone, and since I was a little 
late today, there was really no one else going the same way anymore. When I got into my 
neighborhood I saw Dennis riding down the street towards me on his bike. Things had kind of 
cooled out between Dennis and I a pretty long time ago, but we were still pretty good friends. I 
missed being with him, making out, and just the way he used to hold me really tight, but I guess 
the age difference made him feel weird or something. We had our first 'show and tell' 
experiences when I was 9 and he was 12. We would kiss and make out for hours after that. It 
went on for a couple of months and we'd gotten as far as masturbating each other, but nothing 
else. 
  That was the extent of my experience with boys. I had a crush on my brother's friend Kyp 
who was 16 when I noticed him (and me still 9), but except for a comedy of errors, which had 
me accidentally exposing my little pussy and butt to him, and some really sweet stroking of my 
hair while we watched TV, that went nowhere.
  Now, I said that was the extent of my experience with boys. But, I had a steamy night with 
Francine. Francine was 11 and she was kind of our ringleader. She was the oldest of the young 
girls in my 'hood', and the prettiest. She was very mature, and kind of was our mother hen. She 
looked after all the little ones and kept us all playing nice; also she was sweet on Kyp, like me. 
The problem for me was that he seemed interested in her too. I saw him at her porch talking to 
her late at night a few times. Francine used to sleep on her porch in the summer.
  The summer when I was 9 I slept over at her house one night and we slept on the porch. We 
were having girl talk about boys, and I told her about my thing with Dennis. She told me about a 
boy at church camp, and they had gotten about just as far as Dennis and I. While she was telling 
me she was rubbing her feet on mine. I said, "It feels nice when someone else touches you 
doesn't it?" She said, "Well, it depends who's doing the touching" And then she proceeded to 
tell me about her uncle and some scary bath times she had when she was younger. She finally 
told him she'd tell if he didn't stop, and he went away. 
  While she was telling me the story she had leaned forward and she was now rubbing my feet 
with her hands. It felt nice and so I just leaned back and enjoyed it. Francine was only 2 years 
older than me, but she had a way of being very adult. I always felt like she was in control, no 
matter where we were, or what we were doing. She pulled my feet far up on her lap and 
continued to rub then, and now she was working her way up my calves. "Do you like this?" she 
asked. "Yes, I love it." Then she asked, "Do you want a back rub?" I said sure, and as she 
released my legs I turned over. I was wearing one of my Dad's T-shirts; I had given myself all 
his clothes when he left us a couple of years before. She said, "I really can't rub your back if 
you're wearing this big thing." So I took it off. I was wearing nothing but my yellow 'white dot' 
panties.
  When she started I could tell she was very good at this. She alternated between being rubbing 
very hard with all her weight and touching me light like a feather. She would go up my back to 
my neck then down to the top of my panties very lightly, and over and over. Somehow she 
could tell when I was just about to jump out of my skin and she would massage me hard for a 
while. She was sitting on my thighs and squeezing them a little with her legs. Pretty soon she 
said, "Don't move", and went to blow out the candle. She got back in the same position and 
started again, only now I could feel her sliding her body a little higher on mine, and I thought that 
her pussy must be right against my butt. I felt her shifting around and realized she took off her 
shirt, and then she laid down on me. Her face was right in my hair and she ran her hands out my 
arms. I could feel her nipples on my back, and her breath on my ear. I didn't know what I was 
supposed to do, she just lay there, and I don't think she really knew what she should do either.         
After about 5 minutes she finally said, "This is nice, isn't it?" I said, "It's great, I could sleep like 
this". She said "good", and moves some of her weight off of me so it wasn't so awkward, and 
brought her face right up beside mine.
  We snuggled closer little by little until my left arm was over her back and her right hand was 
right on my butt. Then it happened. She came in and kissed me. It was the softest kiss ever. I 
could taste a little iced tea and mint toothpaste on her lips. We didn't have a short kiss, it was 
really long, but it never got hard, it was just like we locked our lips and rested for while. She 
kissed me again and again like that, and soon she kissed my cheek, my ear, and on down to my 
neck. When I was turned totally on my side she put her lips on my chest right in the middle 
above my nipples. She said, "Tanya, I really think you're beautiful". I said, "I think you are too." 
It seemed like the thing to say, but I really did think she was. Francine has a Mexican Dad, and 
an Italian Mom. She got the best of both of them. She was very dark in the summer, and her 
hair and eyes were as black as a raven's. And, right at that moment I was thinking that her body 
was lovelier than anything I had ever seen. I stroked her hair and pushed her head over to my 
nipple slowly. She didn't say a word; she just started kissing it, and then sucking on it. I was 
going to heaven!
  She sucked on my nipples for a long time and then I pulled her up and we kissed some more. 
When I finally got brave enough I went down on her chest. I guess her tits were about like 
plums; they were really firm and perfectly rounded, with the tiniest little nipples, even smaller 
than mine. Boy, were they hard, I felt them with my tongue while I sucked on her tits. She was 
moaning and she pulled me up to her face. She kissed me again, only this time it was harder and 
with her tongue. She pushed her pussy up against mine, and even though we were still wearing 
panties she started rubbing her body against me. I could feel her pussy lips spreading mine from 
the pressure and I started to rub back. I started to sweat and I could feel her getting all tensed 
up and I could tell she came, and me a few seconds later. It was so fantastic I nearly passed 
out.       
  We didn't move for a long time, and then finally we snuggled in for a nice slumber. When I 
woke up she was lying there staring at me and our pinkies were locked together. We kissed a 
little and then we got showers and played outside. We had a couple more over-niters and for 
years after that we always had a special way of showing how we loved each other...we'd just 
hook our pinkies and smile.


to be continued... 



                                         



