Only Three Months
(mf, rom, 1st)
She was his buddy, and made a better boy than he did. But a lot can 
change in only three months.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains sexual situations not suitable 
for children. It may not be reproduced in any way where readers are 
charged for it. Copyright reserved. 

[Introduction]
[This is based on a quickie called "Tomboy" by Jordan Shelbourne, who was
 around in the '90s. I have also posted his story if you want to see the 
original. Sorry, Jordan, I just had to see what would happen with Kip and 
Spike if we hung around for the rest of the night.]


Only Three Months

"I'm a little old to be banished to summer camp," I said to Spike. 
Spike was my best friend, had been since I was eight. "I mean, I'm 
fifteen." 

I was sitting on a branch in an old apple tree, the last one in the 
orchard. I had my back propped against the tree trunk. She was lying 
on the branch below me. 

Spike said, "Wish my folks would send me to camp, Kip." Her real name 
was Danica, but I never called her that, just like she never called 
me Clifford. 

"Yeah," I said. "Right. For three months." 

"No, really. First of all, you're gonna be doing football and 
canoeing and shit.  And like you say its more than a camp, its 
longer, there's some school, and it's sports training." 

"Training?" 

"You know, like for the Olympics." Spike was a natural athlete, not 
like me. It wasn't that I was fat or weedy - I guess I am quite 
strong for my age - but I just was not interested. Spike occasionally 
talked about trying pro sports, but usually she came back to her 
other dream, being a mechanic on Formula Ones. "They wouldn't send 
me, though. They'd be afraid it would just make me worse." 

"You go instead of me." I banged my head gently against the tree 
trunk, making the leaves rustle. "Maybe we could just send you on the 
bus and you could say you were me." 

"They'd notice in the shower. And when I got my period." 

I stared at her. "I didn't know you got your period already." To be 
honest, I never thought of Spike as a girl. 

She imitated me: "I'm fifteen, for Christ's sake," and she reached up 
to whack my foot. 

"I wish you were coming. I'm not gonna know anybody there. I wish I 
knew why my parents are doing this." 

She said, "It's obvious, Kip. They think you're weird. You spend most 
of your time reading, or on the computer, and the rest of your time 
you spend with a psychotic tomboy." 

She said it like she was proud of being one. Spike was all limbs and 
joints, about as feminine as a plank. She kept her black hair short 
and she had a thin face with a long jaw. She had put on a bit of 
weight recently but she still didn't look particularly like she was a 
guy or a girl. 

"They want to make you normal." 

"Great," I moaned. 

"Look, your folks aren't exactly thrilled about me." 

"They don't mind you." 

She snorted. "They think I'm an unhealthy influence. Your dad's not a 
reading kind of guy, you know? He's probably worried I'm a dyke and 
I'll turn you into a fag." She plucked at her T-shirt. Today's was 
Motorhead. 

"What's a dyke?" 

She dropped off the tree, agile as an ape. "It's what a Dutch boy 
sticks his finger in." She picked a green apple off the ground and 
shied it at me. It stung me on the shoulder. "A lesbian! Don't be a 
knob." 

"I'm not a knob," I said. "You're a knob." She hit me three more 
times before I got down from the tree, but I managed to drag her down 
to the ground and we wrestled until we both cracked up laughing. 

Camp turned out to be okay; we were thrown at a lot of different 
things but what I really liked was the canoeing. I got pretty good at 
it and I spent a lot of time in the gym working on my upper body so I 
could start winning those races. 

We also spent a lot of time talking about the girls' camp down the 
lake (you know, who was cutest, and did she look at me when we had 
that intercamp competition, and which ones kissed and which ones did 
more). 

There was one called Anne who really did look at me a lot. She was 
slim, and pretty with brown eyes and dark hair in a bob. I figured I 
could have got somewhere with her but I couldn't think where to 
start. Instead I figured out jerking off, though there was almost 
never a chance to do it. 

I sent Spike a couple of letters while I was at camp - when I won the 
across-the-lake race, for instance, and when I was coming home, a 
couple of weeks into school. I told her I'd meet her at the tree the 
day I got home. 

The tree was gone and the field was torn up. There was a sign there 
that said a medical center was going to be built there. I waited on 
the bare dirt as night fell, getting that sick abandoned feeling in 
my gut, but she didn't show. I guess a lot can happen in three 
months. 

Finally, after dark, I climbed out of the field and rode my bike to 
her place. Her folks' car was out and her bike was still in her 
garage, so I locked mine to it and went around back to her room. Her 
curtains were drawn but there was a light on. I knocked at her 
window. 

"Hey," I hissed. "Spike!" 

I saw the shadow of her head behind the drapes. "Go away, Kip." 

"Why?" 

"I don't want you to see me."
 
"Why not?" I repeated, feeling foolish.
 
"'Cause I look stupid."
 
"Stupider than the time you tried to become a blonde?" 

"Way." 

I whistled. "That's pretty stupid."
 
"Thanks heaps. Go away. My life is ruined." 

"I' not going away!" I called.

I heard her sigh. "OK. then. Come on in." There was some rustling and 
then she reached around the drapes and unhooked the screen. It only 
took me a moment to shimmy in and flop on the floor. Funny thing: the 
window seemed smaller than it used to. 

Spike was wrapped in a thick dressing gown. "What's that for, in this 
weather!" She just shook her head. 

"What is it?" She didn't say anything, but turned moved away; her 
head down. 

"Come on, take it off, what ever it is I promise not to laugh." 

She slipped off the dressing gown and turned around. She was wearing 
cut-off jeans, a T-shirt and ... a bra. And the bra she was wearing 
was not a training bra, like my sister had worn for almost a year, 
but one of those Playtex women's jobs with wire and lace and 
everything. The T shirt was too small and stretched over her front, 
every detail showed through. It was obvious, even to me: 

Spike had tits. Big tits. 

There were other changes, too. Her hips had flared out, her waist 
pinched in, she had fleshed out and was rounded and generally ... you 
know ... female! I couldn't take my eyes off her front.

"Jesus," she said miserably, "not you too." I looked at her face and 
it was all scrunched up like she was trying not to cry. She sat on 
the edge of her bed and put her face in her hands. 

"I'm sorry." I went to grab her and then I stopped, because, well, 
Spike had turned into a girl, and my hesitation made her more 
miserable and she actually started to cry. I had never seen her cry 
and that made me feel miserable. So I grabbed her anyway and it 
turned into a hug, her clutching me and me clutching her. She even 
smelled different, more perfumey. 

"Kip, it's awful. Everybody stares at me and then the same guys who 
used to be afraid I'd beat them up come up to me and they look at my 
chest and they don't say anything except 'Duh...' and I've being 
running and doing aerobics to try and loose this weight but just 
makes me thinner everywhere except where I want and I can't even run 
as much because they hurt when I run far. And my jeans don't fit any 
more and my old T shirts make me look.. like this. God they're 
growing so fast I'm on my third size of sports bra." 

I could feel her breasts pressing against me through that lycra-like 
material or whatever they make serious bras from. Her tits felt warm 
and soft against my chest. I already had a boner. 

"They're still growing?" I asked. My voice squeaked. "I hope they 
don't explode." 

She leaned back and actually smiled a bit. "Don't be a knob." 

"I'm not a knob. You're a knob." I pushed her (carefully, at the 
shoulder) and she pushed me back harder, so I pushed her again and 
she fell over and she grabbed at me as if we were going to wrestle  
... and then her hand brushed against my boner. 

We both froze. My face got hot. 

"Kip?" she said. 

"Sorry," I said. "I guess...I guess I better go." 

"Yeah," she sighed. And then: "No. Kip, what's happening to us?" 

"I don't know. I guess we're growing up." 

"I don't want to grow up like this. 'Cause if you won't hang out with 
me we'll never see each other and I'll end up becoming some simpering 
giggling empty-headed girl." 

I didn't see the logic, but I figured this wasn't the time to argue. 
"What can we do?" 

"We gotta keep seeing each other," she said. "We gotta learn to deal 
with each other anyway. You know, adapt." 

I nodded. My throat was dry. "Adapt."

"O.K.... So this is me now. Take an eyeful and get used to it." she 
said fiercely, standing up and marching across the room. They 
bounced.
 
She put her hands behind her head to gather her hair, which had grown 
longer, and walked towards me, swaying each step as if, well, as if 
she was a woman. For the first time, I looked at her like some 
strange bit of skirt.

Small neat feet, long long brown legs, nice knees (I've got a thing 
about those little muscles just above the knee), smooth thighs .. I 
could see through the gap at the top of her thighs and my hard on 
stiffened. She had put on a bit on her hips, I mean she had buttocks 
now, and those silly cut-offs were skin tight. But her waist was 
smaller - or was it just the contrast? And her top ... with her arms 
up, her breasts were lifted up and out, the T shirt straining, just 
like some porno mag cover. Nice face, clean straight features, big 
dark eyes - now I looked at her face properly I could see the 
leanness had disappeared. In fact she looked pretty.

No, she wasn't pretty. She was stunning.

"So what do you guys think of when you look at a girl with, .. you 
know. What if you just saw me in the street?"

"Christ, I dunno ... well okay, you look great. If I was a girl I'd 
be pretty happy to look like that. I'm sure as hell pretty happy to 
look AT you."

"Oh, don't start that" Her face started to twist up again.

I jumped up, grabbed her arms and looked at her. Did I say she had 
such striking eyes? They were dark brown, so dark that you sometimes 
couldn't make out her pupils. She had eyes like deep black wells. 

"No, I'm serious. You look just knockout and you should be proud of 
yourself."

"Yeah but.. you're a guy. So what are you thinking? Like you wanna .. 
y'know..?"

"Fuck you?" I blurted. 

We both turned beetroot, matching, stunned that I had said it. Then 
she laughed and pulled away.

"Yeah, Kip, tactful as ever! Well?"

"I dunno, its not like that. I mean I'm not thinking knobs and pussy 
and real action - more - how cool it would be to touch you, and ... 
just sorta find out about you."

She sat on the bed again, silent, and my legs just dropped me next to 
her. She nodded to herself then turned to me. I froze as she slowly 
rubbed her hands up the outside of my arms, and looked into my eyes 
again. Man I could get lost in there! 

"I could cope with that" she said, quietly. Then she grinned. 
"Anything in particular? I could dress up in tight clothes with sexy 
underwear on, then slowly strip. I could do whatever you like." 

Gulp.

"Okay, teasing. But you're looking a bit different too", she said, 
tracing a line over my shoulder and arm muscles with one finger. 
"Don't I get to look at your stuff?"

Her hand reached out and touched my cock, slowly this time, on 
purpose. I tried to swallow.

She squeezed it slightly and sat up straighter. "Can I see it?" 

"Uh," I said. I mean, Spike and I had been naked together a bunch of 
times when we were eight and nine but this was different. On the 
other hand, it was Spike. "I guess," I said. I reached for my fly and 
then stopped. "Your folks?" 

She shook her head. "They've gone to visit my aunt in Preston. They 
won't be back until tomorrow." 

"Oh." I unzipped my fly but my cock was down my leg and I couldn't 
get it out of my jeans without either taking my jeans off or hurting 
myself. Here was an excuse to stop, I told myself. 

Before I could say anything, she peeled up her T-shirt and sat there 
in that silky white bra. "To be fair," she explained. 

I'd seen more skin at the lake and managed not to embarrass myself, 
but this was a bra, it was lingerie: she was a stacked woman in 
honest-to-god lingerie. I could feel my heartbeat not only in my 
chest but all along the length of my cock. I tried to swallow but I 
couldn't because of the big lump in my throat.

"Well?" she said. 

"I gotta take off my pants," I said. Then I said, "So do you." 

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Okay." 

We both stood up facing each other. She undid the button on her cut-
offs and eased them over her ass, dropping them to the floor. She 
stepped out of them and kicked them under the bed. Her underpants 
were white stretchy stuff too, cut high over her hips. They looked 
kind of pricey. A couple of curly, black pubic hairs curled out from 
beneath the elastic.  The pants would have looked out of place on the 
old Spike; I had no idea if they suited the new Spike. 

"Now you," she said. I undid the button on my jeans and my jeans 
didn't fall until I gave them a shove. My wallet made a thump as it 
landed on the floor. I went to step out of them, like Spike had, but 
my feet got tangled, and I had to grab her shoulder for support. She 
grabbed me back. Her shoulder was smooth and hot, and the strap of 
her bra felt a mile wide under my palm. I pulled up my foot and 
turned the leg of my jeans inside out. 

"What a knob," she said, but there wasn't any annoyance in it. She 
knelt down in front of me, her face only inches from where my cock 
was making a circus tent of my white cotton jockey shorts, and pulled 
my jeans from my feet. I had gooseflesh all along my legs. She ran 
her hands up the outsides of my thighs and rested them on my hips. 

"Go ahead," I told her. "Take off my..." I couldn't quite say 
"underpants" or "shorts." I wished I was wearing something sexy. I 
wished I was more of a hunk. 

I thought maybe she'd hesitate, but not Spike. 

"Okay." 

She reached up, grabbed the waistband and pulled straight out and 
then delicately uncovered my hard-on. She'd caught her lower lip 
between her teeth and I heard her suck in her breath. Then I blushed 
because I'd thought the word "suck." 

I felt really odd, standing in front of Spike with my shirt-tail 
hanging either side of my standing sword.  The way she  stared at it 
made me feel weird ... but good.  "You've  got a beautiful cock," she 
whispered.

"Gee thanks!"

"No I'm serious. You know, if we weren't friends, I'd feel I had to 
perform, like I knew what I was doing. Like maybe suck it for you or 
something."

"Hey you just take your time." I managed to say.

She nodded, "Cool." That was enough like the old Spike that I 
relaxed, and my cock bounced a bit. She touched it and I started like 
when you're really into a book and someone interrupts you. She looked 
up at me, questioning. "Sorry. Did that hurt?" 

"No, I was just..." She rubbed her hand along the length, then 
started to pull it in different directions, testing how stiff it was. 
Her hand slipped to the end of my cock, making the head hard and 
purple and smooth, then slid back to the base, touching my sparse 
pubic hair. It felt great. 

"It feels neat," she said. "It feels hot." 

"Your hand's cold." 

"Oh," she said, and then grinned, "I'll warm it up," and she breathed 
on my cock, short hot breaths, like she was panting. Like she'd run a 
mile or...or something. My balls tightened. I could feel myself 
getting ready to come. I tried not to clench my butt. 

"I like how you smell," she told me. 

"Uh, Spike?" I really didn't want to come in front of her. 

"Your balls are real neat. Kinda - compact." She traced her fingers 
around my balls. "How do you sit down without hurting yourself?" Her 
other hand slid over the head of my cock and she stroked the 
underside with her thumb, smearing something wet. 

"Mmm," she murmered "What about a kiss.... just a little...." 

"Spike, I really don't think..."

She leaned her head forward and planted a soft, dry kiss on the 
exposed cockhead, a kind of "Nice-to-see-you" kiss.  She pulled her 
head back and, staring right at my swollen member, slowly stuck her 
tongue right out. I watched horrified as the pink waving tip moved 
towards the end of my knob. When it touched she gave it a flick of a 
lick and I groaned as I just exploded. 

A shot of jism hit her cheek beside her ear and she watched, 
fascinated, as I shot a second and third which hit her shoulder and 
breast. She pumped my cock and squeezed out a bit more, which ran 
over her fingers. 

"Hey, that was neat." She opened her hand, and looked at my come 
smeared across her fingers. "Well, messy." She chuckled and sucked 
one knuckle clean. "It tastes okay." 

"Spike!" 

"Well, it's not gross. I read some women think it's gross." 

I had to lean against the wall for support. My cock was softening. 
She took it between her thumb and forefinger and leaned forward with 
her mouth open; before I could stop her she took the whole thing in 
her mouth and sucked and licked it clean. Even though I had just 
come, the feeling was fantastic. 

She took her mouth away, looked up at me and said, "You did't mind, 
did you, Kip?" She looked very serious and I suddenly wondered if I 
did mind. 

I know that sounds stupid. I mean, I was really looking forward to 
fooling around with girls and all that, but - with Spike? I had 
always thought our friendship would never change. But now Spike had 
just become something, someone, totally different and I didn't know 
what.

I touched her mouth with my fingertip. Her lips were soft and smooth. 
I wondered what it was going to be like kissing her. 

"Don't be a knob," I told her, and knelt down and slowly felt for her 
lips with mine. They felt warm and wet and sort of wriggled back 
against me. I was getting stiff again already.

Her mouth opened and her pointy little tongue slipped through my lips 
and licked the end of mine. Electric shock time. 

"Mmmmmm... " I could hear her murmuring inside my head. Now her 
tongue had given up trying to wrap around mine and was exploring the 
rest of my mouth. 

"Grrr... mmmm ..  God this turns me on... " she muttered against my 
face, finally taking her tongue out but leaving her lips on mine. "I 
can go right inside you with my tongue". 

I pulled back and looked into her beautiful black eyes. "We could do 
that other ways too.." I said, very quietly.

She was still for a minute, then nodded, hard. "Come on then" she 
replied and sat back on the edge of the bed. "I guess its your turn 
to see what I look like." 

I followed her and sat next to her - I could feel the warm skin of 
her leg against mine. I didn't dare look at her face as I reached out 
to touch the white smooth curve of her bra. She sort of shivered. I 
actually watched the nipples push out through the stretch fabric, 
rising in front of my eyes. Christ, I thought - the effect she has on 
me - maybe I do it to her too! This could go to a guy's head. 

I moved my fingers to touch them, feeling around them, and then 
gently brushed them. They felt funny, so stiff and bouncy. Suddenly I 
realised we were both holding our breaths. I let mine out and held 
both her boobs. "Do you realise just how fucking gorgeous you are?" I  
asked, looking up at her face. She shook her head - but with shining 
eyes and a cat-got-the-cream smile. 

I gave her a quick neat kiss on the lips (yeah, I'm getting slick, I 
thought) before I pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and slowly 
slid them down her arms. When the straps were right down she slipped 
her hands out and her breasts swung free. I glanced up at her to 
check and she nodded, eyes still shining. There they were. 

I mean they weren't THAT big (not like some gross pictures I'd seen) 
but so round and so heavy and so soft. White skin, with tiny blue 
veins, big contrast to the tan on her arms and shoulders. I lifted 
one for a bit and just felt how it moved.

This was going to be good. 

I kissed her next to her mouth this time, then down to her neck, 
feeling her skin with my lips (see I learnt something from those 
soppy movies) and moved my hands back to her breasts. I cupped them 
both lightly and felt them as my mouth travelled down her neck. I 
rubbed my palms in slow circles on her nipples and squeezed them 
carefully with my fingers. They were so stiff and so hot and so 
flushed. 

I moved my mouth down to the top of her breasts and then kissed all 
the way around to the underside, missing out the nipples. She 
whimpered  a bit and tried to push her chest at my mouth. 

"Oh, you mean here?" I said as I did one of her little "Nice-to-see-
you" kisses on the left tit tip. 

"Shut the fuck up, Kip" she groaned. "Just get on with it" 

Somehow I could feel just what she was feeling. Nice as her boobs 
were, what really turned me on was knowing what I was doing to her - 
just what she had done to me.  

I kissed the other nipple properly - it felt as big as a finger tip, 
somehow soft but bouncy and firm at the same time. Then I opened my 
mouth wide and sucked in as much as I could. Even with half her 
breast in my mouth, and my lips over my teeth I could flick my tongue 
back and forth over the rubbery tip. She was moaning quietly now; she 
ran her fingers through my hair and began kissing the top of my head. 
I let go to do the same job on the other one.

I continued to move over her yummy tits, kissing backwards and 
forwards, and dropped my hands down. Gently I stroked the inside of 
one thigh. She had such smooth perfect skin, like soft silk under my 
hand. While I kept on licking and kissing I moved one hand right up 
between her legs - and she just opened them up. My hand bumped into 
the mound at the front of her panties and I froze, with one knuckle 
just touching the fabric. I moved it around, cautiously. One place 
was all wet, sort of slippery, and I moved it up and down just there.

"Oh..shiiiit!" she cried, and just fell on me, knocking me flat on 
the floor. 

Suddenly we were all action, scrabbling and grasping and sucking each 
others mouths and trying to get wrapped up in each other every way we 
could. It was like one of our old wrestling matches, but naked and 
soft and a real hard-on. And then she was grabbing my cock and trying 
to force it between her legs.  Christ, how do people do this? When 
she managed to get it stuck up one leg of her briefs, bent in half 
with the elastic biting in to it, I had to stop. 

I sat up, laughing and trying to hold her off. "Hey, woah there! Time 
out! What about getting this sorted a bit first?"

She had stopped, and moved over. She didn't reply. 

"Spike?" I asked - now she was sitting up with her knees tucked under 
her chin, looking at her toes.

"Hey Spike.. you okay?" 

Her hair just quivered a bit. I couldn't even tell if it was a nod or 
a shake. But when I lifted up her chin her face was screwed up - she 
was fighting tears again. She shook her head free and buried it in 
her knees again, clasping her shins tight. Now I had completely lost 
the plot so I just put my arms around all of her and sat there for a 
bit, kissing her hair for practice every now and then. 

"I'm sorry." I heard her mumble into her knees. "I got it all wrong 
and I ballsed it up and I'm really sorry I hurt you but...." 

I kept quiet and kissed the top of her head again.

"You dunno how badly I wanted you inside me, see, and I thought if I 
just jumped in there nature would take over or instinct or 
something." She looked up fiercely. "Look, I just don't know what I'm 
doing. I've never done it before, okay!"

I couldn't help laughing and gave her a big squeeze. "So what makes 
you think I have?"

She stared into my eyes. "But what about Ellie? And that bitch from 
the Green School?"

"Never made it past second base. And before you ask, all those kids 
in my class shooting their mouths off - its all just talk - I bet 
there ain't one who's even got this far. Frankly, I wouldn've wanted 
to, anyway, not now I've seen you like this." 

She leaned in closer or her eyes got bigger or something. I was going 
to fall in, in a minute.

"Hey Spike" I said softly. "Its just you and me. We ain't got to 
impress nobody. We can do what we like, when we like, how we like. 
Just us."

She kissed me. Big long slow God-I'm-going-to-like-this feeling kiss.

"I'm sorry I'm such a basket case" she whispered. "Must be hormones 
or something." 

She looked at me again. " But look, I just don't get how its gonna 
work. I mean, here's your.." and she waved at my dick, which had lain 
down in all the drama, but was still pretty fat. 

I nodded. 

"And I know where its supposed to go" she didn't wave but blushed. 
God she was pretty. "and, well, it just ain't gonna fit."

"Hey look, you can't spend too much time looking at other guys tackle 
in the showers or you get a name, but its only about average, I can 
tell you."

"Maybe its me ... maybe ..." she frowned and trailed off.

"Can I have a look?" I asked. "Just suss out the territory. You WERE 
gonna show me your stuff."

She shrugged, and without a word, lifted her butt and slipped her 
panties down her legs. Just like that.

Then a thought struck me. "What about, you know, protection." 

She shook her head. "Got it covered." I wondered how, but I have 
never been keen on details of women's periods and stuff so I was 
happy to take her word for it.

"Lets get comfy here." I took her hand, led her over to the bed and 
laid her down. Suddenly we were both embarrassed, her on her back 
with her legs out and me sitting on the edge of the bed, not daring 
to look THERE.

"HUG" she demanded, arms out straight towards me. I bent over and 
wrapped myself around her, all soft and warm and naked. 

"Well it was time we moved on from all that wrestling" she grinned 
and kissed me. Looong kiss.

"Now just get down there." She pushed my head down towards her middle 
and lay back. 

So there it was. The tangle of dark curly hair, the swelling shape, 
even the slit - which I noticed was more between her legs, not really 
at the front. I put out a finger and poked it in at the top end.

"OW!" she cried and jerked up her knees, bashing me in the side of 
the head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, its just - its a bit sensitive just there." She 
grinned. "Or is that revenge!"

"Hey, no - I'm the one who's sorry. I'll go real slow."

I gave her another kiss and decided to rearrange things. I slid down 
the bed and moved her leg so I could lie over it and rest on one 
elbow. When I slid my hand along the inside of her thigh she sighed 
happily and moved her other leg up. I ran my fingers around in the 
curly hair on her mound, and felt this firm bit, like over bone, 
across the front, then slowly (and gently this time!) started to 
explore down South. 

I could stroke the soft part between the top of her thighs and the 
actual pussy edges and run right round to her ass cheeks. As I did 
her legs just kept opening. Now the edges of the slit were pulling 
apart I could see bits peeking though. I don't know what I was 
expecting - some sort of tunnel or hole? but as I gently opened it up 
with my fingers, it was all soft pink folds. I slid down the bed so I 
was kneeling on the floor and could get my other hand in the action 
too. 

With one hand I held the outer lips apart and with the other fingers 
started to explore. I was touching so lightly it would have been 
tickling anywhere else, but I could tell from the little noises 
coming from higher up that she seriously liked it. I still couldn't 
see the hole even between the folds, but I was fascinated - I was 
thinking, like, the inside of sea shells or orchid flowers. 

Peaking out from under a fold up the top end was a little shiny pink 
pea - that must be the "clit", I thought. Some of the guys at camp 
had been talking about it, saying if you push that button you blow 
any girls mind for sure,  but they spouted so much rubbish. I 
reckoned that was what my finger hit when she whacked me so I decided 
to treat it with caution. 

Down the other end it was all wet and shiny, and somehow getting 
pinker and hotter. Then I saw - that's where  it went, in under 
there. I slipped the tip of a finger in. It was so warm and wet and 
slippery it was easy to slide it around and explore things. I lifted 
my head off her thigh and looked up at her. Eyes closed, head back, 
mouth open, she was really pulling faces - even clutching the 
bedspread. Suddenly I wanted it to be really good - no messing, I was 
going to make her come, and watch her do it.

I bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, then moved over. Next 
I kissed the swollen outer lips, one on each, then spread her pussy 
lips with my tongue and started to lick up and down like she was a 
hot ice cream cone. She groaned more loudly and grabbed my head.

"Oh, god, that feels soooo gooooood..." She tasted salty - it was 
strange but OK Something - my saliva or maybe her juice - was flowing 
out and down my arm and her thighs as she moaned and writhed in time 
to my touches.

My tongue slid up and just touched her clit. She gasped. I could feel 
it stiffening against the tip of my tongue as I went swirling in 
circles around it, then back and forth in slow, careful strokes. By 
now she was moaning and writhing with every stroke - when I gave her 
a couple of darting, little licks across it like she had done on my 
knob, I could feel it get to her like little electric shocks. She 
cried out a little, arched her back and thrust her hips up, pushing 
herself onto my mouth. Then she suddenly grabbed fistfuls of my hair 
on back of my head and ground my face in her wet pussy.  "Oh, oooh, 
oooOOOHHHH...!" 

She convulsed and wrapped her knees around my head. I couldn't tell 
what was what any more so I just kept licking everything within 
reach. Just as that spasm left her another wave hit her and lifted 
her again. She jerked and cried out some more before collapsing on 
me. Finally Spike reached down and pulled my head from her pussy. She 
was panting and sweating, her face flushed and red like she'd run a 
mile. 

"You bastard" she groaned. "I'll get you for that"

I flopped down beside her, grinning. "Yeah. Any time you like."

She rolled over to face me, her eyes inches from mine and clutched my 
hand between her tits - it was like she was hugging my arm. "Wow" she 
sighed. "Wow... wow.... wow.... wow.... "

"Was it like that for you when you came?" she asked quietly, after a 
minute.

"Yeah well it's hard to say. I hope so!"

"I didn't know. I mean - I've just never - I've never had anything 
like it before. Nothing. And look, we still haven't actually done it. 
Do you mind? I don't think I could face any more right now." 

It was kind of weird wandering around the kitchen making coffee, with 
her in just a long T shirt and me in my shorts. Weird but nice. Very 
nice in fact - whenever she had her back to me I couldn't help 
looking at her legs, and that ass peeking out from under the T shirt, 
but I was real careful not to let her see. 

It was good to chat again, to be joshing with her about what I'd 
missed, what was going on at school. Yeah now she looked like the 
sort of girl who wouldn't be seen dead with the likes of me - but my 
old buddy was in there too, and I realised how much I had missed her. 
By the time we'd washed up, and pulled out half her CDs, and thrown 
enough cushions to make a mess of the living room, and got bored with 
the second Star Wars video, well I'd pretty well forgotten what the 
old Spike looked like. 

So when she stretched and yawned and said "Hey, it's been a long day. 
You staying over?" I'd replied "Yeah, great, I'll just phone the 
'rents" before I thought about what that meant. Maybe I'd been 
distracted by tearing my eyes off her front before she stopped 
yawning - but maybe I'd slipped back into the old groove somehow, 
even with her looking like that.

Then it was too late because I was on the phone, and of course I 
forgot to mention that her folks weren't actually there right then, 
and I sort of implied that I'd be sleeping in the spare bedroom as 
normal, and it was a bit difficult to ask Spike at the same time 
where she thought I would be. So as we headed into the back I paused 
at the door to the spare room.

"You weren't serious, were you?" she demanded, with a frown. "About 
sleeping in there!"

"You suggesting ah ... ?" I waved vaguely towards her room as her 
frown deepened.

"What do you think!" her bottom lip was quivering. I used to be 
pretty careful not to get the old Spike mad, but I had no idea what I 
was doing now.

"You mean the two of us ... the same bed? all night?"

Her face was scrunching up as I spoke. "Wait - I didn't mean ... " 
What didn't I mean? How the hell did I know? I grabbed hold of her so 
I didn't have to look at her face and held her tight. Old Spike had 
just flown out the window and I was missing her already.

"Look you know me. I'm an idiot. I never know what's going on." I 
said to her hair. "Whatever you want, I'm up for it. Just say."

She took a deep breath. "I want you, Kip. But ... if you don't want 
to stay ..."

"Hey, shush." I was beginning to cotton on. I kissed her forehead, 
then both eyes, (salty tears!) and then her soft warm mouth. "I 
didn't want to push in, you know, where I might not've been wanted?"

She was kissing me back. "Just take me to bed. We got some time to 
make up"

We were both quiet, doing the bathroom things in turn. She killed the 
light before stripping off her shirt, but there was enough light from 
the window to watch the curve of her flank, the shape of a breast 
hanging down, as she climbed into her big bed.  This time we were 
under the sheets, no clothes, with the light off. This was for real.

Facing each other, on our sides, she reached out and stroked my hip. 
Shivers.

"How's that old knob doing?" she asked.

The old knob was so stiff it almost hurt. I had been trying to stop 
it from bumping in to her, but now I let it touch her - god, I could 
feel the softness of her belly with my prick. I pushed it at her, it 
was like poking her with a stick. 

"I guess it's ready to go" she chuckled. "Come on, you go on top and 
we'll give it a try," she whispered, wriggling on to her back. 

I arranged myself over her on my hands and knees, and she reached up 
to touch my prick. Her fingers felt cool and smooth as they stroked 
it gently. 

"Okay, ready, but I'm steering. And you will go careful, won't you 
Kip? And stop if I yelp!" She looked up at me, big brown eyes wide 
and concerned and eager all at the same time. 

I felt a sudden rush of tenderness and lust mixed up. God she was 
beautiful, and she was all mine and I was just about to stick my 
prick in her. I nodded and kissed the tip of her nose before lowering 
down with my weight on my elbows and my knob pressing against her 
curls.

With her hand between our bellies she sort of wiped my cock head 
against her cunt lips, just feeling it against her. Suddenly it was 
all wet and slippery. I gave her a little shove with it, but it 
didn't go in - instead it slid up her front. She gasped - I guess it 
was against her clit, but I didn't know whether that was good or not. 
Then she was panting short breaths and rubbing herself with it - must 
have been good! 

"Oh.. wow I mustn't .... I don't wanna .. I have to come with you 
inside me" she moaned,  and pushed the head down so it was at her 
entrance. 

I pushed again. She was so wet - and this time the head just popped 
in. Easy! She gasped again. It felt fantastic - hugging just the top 
of my knob. Carefully I pressed a bit more, but although I could feel 
things sort of stretch, it wasn't going in any further. 

"Is that it?" I whispered.

"Virgin" she muttered, grimacing. 

"What?"

"You know, maiden thingy - Oooo - oh just shove, you lumping great 
prick" And with both hands clutching my buttocks she squeezed me 
tight. I pulled back slightly, feeling my foreskin slide, and thrust 
again. 

"OW!" She cried out as I pushed myself halfway into her. 

I froze. "Hell, sorry." I suddenly remembered those horror stories 
about "breaking a girl's cherry". "Do you want me to stop or what?"

"Oh god," she said. "Oh god oh god oh god." She was panting, and her 
eyebrows were knit together. "Fuck me - just fuck me!" She squeezed 
her eyes shut. 

I wasn't sure, but she was driving, so I pushed a third time and sank 
my cock almost all the way in. With the last thrust, I was buried in 
her, my pubic bone pressed heavily against her mound, my cock 
engulfed in her slick warmth. We just lay still, clutching each 
other, getting used to the feeling.

I couldn't get over the incredible tightness of her, holding my cock 
in muscular softness, and I tried to imagine her feeling the hardness 
filling her, and stretching her open. For a moment we gazed at each 
other, me buried to the hilt in her, both of us reminding ourselves 
what was happening here. In the dark her eyes were wide, black, 
nearly glassy. 

She panted, "I can't believe it's really you, you old prude!" 

"Who's a prude?" I grinned down at her, throbbing inside her.

"Oh, come on," she scoffed "In the fifth grade, once, I told you a 
dirty joke and you wouldn't talk to me for two whole dayyyahhhhh - !" 
as I leaned forward, and pushed a bit more to shut her up. 

"it was only ..  aaaa .. one" I grunted as I pulled back, back 
through the slick hold of her cunt, and slammed forward again. Her 
eyes slid shut and her mouth opened. I was even a little deeper in 
this time, if it was possible, and I could hear from her pants that 
she was past talking.

The funny thing was I couldn't feel that much with my knob, even 
buried up to the hilt in her. I mean the whole feeling was great, but 
it was all vague. I decided to try mucking about at the entrance some 
more. I withdrew almost all the way, but she grabbed my ass again and 
tried to keep me in. I began to tease her with just the head, in-out-
in-out-in-out and she gave a little grunt each time the head popped 
in, a little catch each time it pulled out. Her fingers clamped 
tightly on my ass and I drove my full length into her again, then all 
the way out, then another long hard stroke. So this was what fucking 
was all about.

And then it just happened; without moving, Spike came. She gasped and 
then forgot to breathe; her arms and legs spasmed and her hips 
thrashed once, twice, sliding down and up my prick. I stayed frozen. 
I'd never imagined the feeling of having a girl come, under me, with 
my cock stiff in her. Spike tried to speak but all that came out was 
a little mewling sound. I adjusted my weight and slowly stroked my 
knob backwards and forwards. She gave a few gasping breaths and then 
opened her eyes. After another moment, she focussed on me. "Oh Jesus. 
Oh, Kip...I've never...your cock is just.... Oh God." 

"Should I come out?" I whispered, worried I was going to hurt her if 
I kept going.

"Don't you dare." she hissed back. "I'm not letting you up until I've 
got a cunt full of your cum." Just hearing her say that, my cock 
stiffened inside her.

She rotated her hips, thrusting back at me, and then, suddenly, it 
just took me over. I got swamped - the whole thing of pumping my hard 
rod in and out of her incredible, gorgeous steaming cunt; so open and 
so grasping and so soft and so tight. I didn't know what I was doing 
any more, just push and pull, in and out and in ... she was moaning, 
or was that me, watching her face contorting as I fucked her, pumping 
her harder and harder. 

I could feel it building up inside me and when I finally came, I 
thought I would never stop. I felt my load shoot up through my shaft 
and explode inside her. I think she came again as well, or at least 
she made as much noise, and we both just collapsed together. 

"You okay?" I whispered, it seemed like hours later. 

Silence.

"Hey, does this mean we're going steady?" I asked, grinning.

She lifted her head from my chest. "You really mean it?" she asked. 
"Cause you know .... you know I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah and I'm real fond of you too" I muttered, embarrassed.

"No, you don't get it Kip." She sounded quiet, and uncertain. "I mean 
really in love with you - I've been head over heels stuck on you for 
ages ."

I was stunned - this was my old buddy, the tomboy who could spit 
further than I could. "Hey, you're kidding, right?"

"Nope. I had a crush on you from when we were small. Look, remember 
we used to go skinny dipping in the pool?"

"Spike, we were only about nine or ten then. I mean, we stopped when 
your folks made that fuss about your bathing suit."

She carried on. "The last time, I was eleven and a quarter. I can 
still remember the feeling seeing your willie gave me. When you got 
out I could see all of you clearly, and you sort of handled it when 
you dried yourself between your legs and I wanted to touch it, touch 
you, so bad I could've cried."

"But you never said anything!"

"No. I couldn't. Where could I have started? But I never stopped 
wanting it. Every time we went swimming, I imagined grabbing you 
through your trunks, and you feeling me between my legs. And that was 
before I even knew what it was all about. Sometimes I wished it so 
bad I couldn't believe you didn't get it by telepathy!"

"So that's why all the ducking and horsing about! You know I learnt 
to swim just so I could escape you in the water!"

"Yeah. Sad, huh?  And when I cottoned to how screwing worked I 
fantasized about you, us ... well about this, you know. You can't 
imagine the things I've had you do to me in my mind."

I was stunned. "What sort of ...?"

"Some were real weird. Like remember the last time we were ever in 
the pool together?"

"We haven't been for ages. Not since you fell in."

"That's it."

"Yeah, but that wasn't exactly sexy. That was just cold and scary and 
... well you know ...  I thought I'd really lost you."

Last summer we'd been mucking around up a tree overhanging the pool, 
and when I pushed her she slipped - and fell into the water. She's a 
great swimmer so even in her clothes I couldn't see a problem. I'd 
laughed like an idiot; until she floated to the surface, still, and 
face down. The next few minutes had been a blur - I'd dragged her 
out, and got her sitting up and breathing again before the world had 
stopped shaking. I mean she didn't need mouth to mouth or anything, 
but the few seconds before she coughed and spewed water over me were 
the longest in my life, and I had just sat and held her for ages, too 
scared to move, until she recovered.

Spike was talking steadily, quietly, almost to herself. "Kip you 
saved my life that day and you know it and I know it and we've never 
talked about it - I've never even said thank you. And right then, 
coming round with you holding me ... well it wasn't a crush any more. 
I've been completely, seriously in love with you ever since. And the 
fantasies I've made up over that day ... pretending that you'd pull 
me out and then after a bit you'd ... take advantage of me, 
unconscious, lying there."

"What...?"

"Well, yeah,  I know you never would. That's just it, I suppose - 
wishing that you would've." She sighed and carried on.

"At night, going to sleep when I'd had a bad day, I'd dream it again. 
You'd drag me out, you see, and I'd be on my back unconscious and 
soaking wet, and you'd peel off all my clothes so I wouldn't chill, 
but really slowly and gently, taking ages over the bra and sliding 
the pants down my legs so-o-o slow and then you'd take off your jeans 
and top to cover me, and wait for me to to recover."

She had her head on my chest and was tracing a line round my belly 
with one finger.

"You'd kneel next to me looking at me and then, you couldn't help 
yourself, you'd carefully  lift the stuff up off my middle to sneak a 
look. I'd still be asleep or maybe I'd woken up and was pretending, 
and being really sure not to move."

Her hand was tracing its circles through my pubes now, and running 
over the tops of my thighs.

"Then you'd slide my leg up a bit and stroke the insides of my thigh 
real soft like, and then you'd really really slowly inch your fingers 
between my legs. Maybe using just one finger, you'd trace the edge of 
my pussy lips, just touching soooo gently  - until you could slip it 
right inside me"

"And then you'd wake up" I interrupted, "and whack me one!"

"No, I never got any further than that." she laughed. "I was always 
diddling myself silly by then - so what do you think should've 
happened next?"

I paused for a second. "What's diddling?" I asked - I didn't want to 
sound dumb but I couldn't believe it was what I thought it might be.

"Christ, you know Kip. Jilling. Playing with myself. Self abuse!"
I wondered if she could see me blushing in the dark.

"Hey do girls really do that?"

"Well this girl does. Or used to. Hey..." she poked me gently in the 
ribs. "But not any more, right? Cause you're gonna do me every day - 
twice a day when I need it, okay!"

She settled down in the crook of my arm with her head on my shoulder 
and her boobs pressing on my chest. She sighed. "And I found out 
what's been happening to me. It's when I .." She hid her face in my 
shoulder. "I went on the pill. When you left."

Shit. A big chill hit me. I mean it's not as if she was my girlfriend 
or anything - but - sex! She'd been thinking of having sex with some 
guy! Some - other - guy. 

"Who was it?" I asked, keeping my voice very, very steady.

"Who was who?"

"The guy"

"What g... Oh, you idiot. It was for you, you dumb ass. Haven't you 
listened to anything? I was so desperate without you around that I 
decided to seduce you when you came back, and I wanted to be 
prepared."

The wave of relief washed over me. Then it dawned on me. Spike as a 
girlfriend hadn't even crossed my radar before, but the thought of 
her in bed with someone else - no way. She was mine, and I was hers. 

"Sorry." I whispered. "I just haven't got my head round it yet. That 
this knockout girl actually wants me." I tightened my arm around her 
waist and reached up with the other to hold the arm on my chest. 

She wriggled happily into the clinch. "Knob" she muttered against my 
skin. "Anyway the Doc reckoned I got delayed puberty, and the 
hormones in the pill just triggered it, so like three years changes 
happened in three months, all in a rush."

She sighed and carried on. "But of course now I looked like a total 
tart. I completely lost my nerve. If you hadn't come round, there was 
no way I was ever going to go through with it. I was so fucking 
miserable before you arrived tonight. And now this." 

Her voice got real quiet. "You .... you do want this, don't you? I 
mean... youre the only guy I've ever wanted, and I know you're the 
only one I'll ever want for the rest of my life. It's a lot to throw 
at you. If you .... maybe feel different, or want a few days to think 
it over, I'd understand."

I lay on my back with the smell of her hair in each breath I took and 
the smooth warm weight of her arm on my chest; and I tried to imagine 
me, years from now, older, with someone else being there.

"Danica Badowski" I said slowly, "Not now, but when it's time - 
y'know - when we've done college and ... " Fuck. Just say it. 
"Will you marry me?"


2004 Old Softy (after Jordan Shelbourne 1995)






