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Please post this revised version
of Growing Pains
Carl Cox
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Growing Pains
By Jane Pratt
Chapter 1.- Jane
My name is Jane, born in 1960 and raised in a small mid-western town.
This is a story of my early teenage years and my sexual awakening. My
mother was a nurse at the local hospital and always worked the second shift
during the week. My father worked at the power plant and would work a week
of days, one week of evenings and a week of the graveyard shift. There was
one week a month when both my parents would be working the second shift and
I would be in charge of the house and my younger brother. At fifteen years
of age, I was not allowed to date or have boys call me at home. The only
phone we had was in the dining room and a private conversation was
impossible. Bonnie Riley a classmate and close friend was the only person
I could receive calls from. Bonnie was five months older than me and a
little on the wild side.
I have a brother who is two years younger, but is actually a little
taller than me; this story is as much about him as it is myself. I could
not go out on school nights, but was allowed to baby-sit or go to a movie
with Bonnie on the weekends. My father would not let me use makeup or wear
skirts above the knee; this was in the years when all my friends were
wearing mini skirts. At school I took sewing in home economics and altered
a few of my long skirts to mini skirts. These I did not hang in the closet
but folded them and put them in a dresser drawer so no one would see how
short they were.
My mother hated pantyhose and always wore nylons and a garter belt.
Sometimes when both my parents were working, I would try on some of her
makeup, dark nylons and sexy underwear. Then I would put on my shortest
mini skirt and clean the house, bending over to pick things up, showing my
panties to my brother. Bobby was not the aggressive type, but if an
opportunity came his way, he was quick to grasp it. I loved to tease him
and watch him drool; the poor kid had a boner most of the evening.
My father's recliner was in one corner of the living room and the TV was
in the opposite corner across the room. I would sit in the recliner
reading a magazine and raise one knee and move my foot up a little. My
brother would move around the room trying to get a better view, and then I
would lower that knee and raise the other one. I soon found that I could
control his every movement by making a slight adjustment to the way I was
sitting.
When I went to the movies with Bonnie, she would flirt with the older
boys from school. I had heard that if they get you in the back seat of a
car, they could be very rough. I was very curious about sex, but was
afraid the older boys would go too far. With Bobby, I had control of what
we did and how far it would go. It gave me a sense of power to tease him,
but I was not a bitch about it and he was getting some pleasure out of it
also.
Chapter 2. - The Mall
One Friday evening I was sitting at the dinning table doing my homework
when Bonnie called. "Hi Janey, Mom and I are going to the Mall tomorrow
afternoon, do you want to go with us". The Mall was fairly new and I had
only been there once, with my mom. "Sure I would love to go, what time can
you pick me up"? Bonnie said that her mother had an appointment at the
hairdresser at 2:00 PM so it would be around 1:30 PM.
I cleaned the kitchen up real nice and when mom got home she was real
pleased and said, "you can go as long as it is Mrs. Riley who is taking
you, but I do expect you home before supper".
Saturday afternoon they picked me up at 1:30 and we were at the Mall in
twenty minutes. Bonnie said, "Mom we want to look around while you are
getting your hair done". Mrs. Riley told us to meet her back at the car
at 3:00 o'clock. First we went to the Arcade room, but the only boys there
were 13 - 14 year olds and not what Bonnie was looking for. Bonnie said,
"lets check out that new Fredrick's of Hollywood shop on the second level".
We found it way back in the corner by the rest rooms, like the management
was trying to hide it from view. There were only two other customers and
they were young women in their late teens. I had never seen such sexy
under-things and beautiful silk lingerie. There were bras with holes for
the nipples to poke out of and panties with an opening between the legs. I
held up a pair of panties that were completely see-thru, I could read the
time on the wall clock and that was looking through both layers of cloth.
Bonnie said, "I dare you to buy those" and I said, "I will if you will", so
we did. When we walked out of the store I said, "we can't carry these bags
with the name of the store on them or your mom will know where we have
been". Bonnie said, "No problem, let's go to the restroom and put them on,
then we can throw the bags in the trash". I put mine on over the panties I
was wearing, but Bonnie took her panties off and put on the see-thru ones.
She lifted her short skirt and said, "How do they look"? I could clearly
see every hair on her pussy and said, "whatever you do don't bend over or
we will get arrested". She replied "not if you do it at the right time and
place and act innocent or nonchalant about it". I said, "what do you mean"
and she said, "come on and I will show you".
We were on the second level and there was a wrought-iron guardrail that
you could lean on and see the first level gallery and walkways. Bonnie
walked along the guardrail for a while and stopped and said, "This is it".
I didn't see anything and asked her "what is so special about this
location"? She then replied, "Directly below us is a Sporting goods
store". As we stood there looking at the gallery below, a young man was
walking toward the store. Bonnie raised her foot and placed it on the
lower rail, giving the guy a clear shot up her short skirt. At first the
boy just gave us a passing glance and went into the store. Then about a
minute later he came back out, looked up and asked Bonnie for directions to
a bookstore in the mall. The whole time that Bonnie was giving him
directions, she was moving her knee back and forth, giving him a little
extra view each time.
He asked what our names were and Bonnie said, "can't tell you that,
don't know you". He left and went in the direction of the bookstore, but
as he got close to the stairs he looked back to see if we were still there.
Then he started up the steps to the second level. I yelled, "Bonnie, he's
coming up here". We took off running back to the lingerie shop, thinking
that he would not go in there. Boy, was I wrong, he walked right in the
door and came straight for us. Bonnie stood her ground, but I went to the
back of the shop, hoping to find a back door, I was so scared my knees were
shaking. They talked for a while and then I noticed it was almost 3:00 and
we needed to be in the parking lot in 10 minutes. I went over and told
Bonnie that we had to go, he asked for our phone numbers and I told him no
way, Bonnie gave him her number though.
On the way to the parking lot, She told me his name was Greg and he was
a senior at our school and she hoped that he would call her soon. When
Mrs. Riley dropped me off at home, I when straight up to my room and hid
the panties in a shoebox in the bottom of my closet. I wasn't too worried
that mom would find them in a drawer as I did most of the laundry while mom
was at work. Mom always did the bedding on the weekends; I think that was
because she didn't want me to see cum spots on their sheets.
Chapter 3 - School
I lived closer to school and Bonnie would come by my house and we would
walk to school together. She was having problems with math and I let her
copy my homework most of the time, but the page I gave her always had a few
wrong answers to the real hard problems. I didn't want the teacher to
catch on that I was helping her.
It was in our freshmen year at school, if we had a man teacher, Bonnie
always sat in the front of the class. She said it helped her get better
grades, and she enjoyed watching them sweat when she opened her legs. If
we had a female teacher, then she would sit in the back and tease the boys
around her. We had old Mr. Thomas for American history in third period.
He would be talking about the civil war and Bonnie would open her legs and
Mr. Thomas would get real red in the face and start to sputter and forget
what he was talking about.
Bonnie was taller than me and her skirts were shorter than mine, so she
showed a lot of leg when we went up or down the stairs. On each floor, the
stairs went up ten steps to a landing, then another ten steps going the
opposite direction. Bonnie would pause near the top of the stairs and ask
someone a question, the boys on the lower ten steps could look right up her
skirt. Most of the girls thought she was a slut, but the boys never
complained.
In gym class, when we took showers, just being naked around other girls
made me very self-conscious. I guess it was because most of the girls had
bigger tits than mine, or maybe I was embarrassed because deep down, I
wanted to rub my hands over their wet, soapy bodies and have them do the
same to me. I was afraid to wash between my legs, afraid the other girls
would notice that I enjoyed touching myself. As soon as I got out of the
shower, I quickly dried off and got dressed. I didn't want them to see
that my nipples were hard and the wetness between my legs was from being
close to them. Being naked didn't have any affect on Bonnie though; she
was proud of her body and didn't mind showing it off. She could stand
there with a towel in her hand and talk for ten minutes with no clothes on.
I admired the way she acted mature and so full of confidence, she just
seemed so much older than me. Bonnie knew how to use her body to get what
she wanted in life, I would have to use my brains and work hard or go
hungry. I would have to say that Bonnie was a very big influence during my
sexual awakening years.
Walking home from school Bonnie said, "Janey you can't be a wallflower
all your life, sometimes you must stand up and be the center of attraction.
Most of the girls at school are older and have much better bodies than we
do. The only way to have a chance with the older boys is to show your
stuff, show them what we have to offer".
Chapter 4. Babysitting Melvin
One Saturday evening, Mrs. Jenkins called to see if I could baby sit
around 8:00 o'clock. Brenda was a 30-year old divorcee, raising her
12-year old son, on her own. Melvin felt that he was old enough that he
did not need a baby sitter and resented the fact that I was there to watch
him. It was easy money, the last time I sat for her, Melvin stayed in his
room the entire evening. I still had homework to do, so I decided to take
my books with me. On an impulse, I went into my brother's room, lifted his
mattress and snatched an old copy of Penthouse magazine. I stuck the
magazine in the book bag with my schoolbooks and was on my way.
Brenda lived about three blocks away and met me at the door when I got
there. She said that a guy she knew from work was taking her out to eat
then to a movie and she should be home about midnight. She also said that
Melvin was supposed to clean his room or no ice cream. I dropped my books
on the dining table, and told her to enjoy her evening out. After she
left, I took out my books and started doing my homework. An hour later, in
the middle of English-Lit; I decided I needed a break and went to check on
Melvin. I went upstairs and knocked on his door, he yelled, "go away, I
don't need a keeper". Melvin was very short and skinny; I think he must
have been premature when he was born. He was twelve but looked more like
nine and wore big thick glasses, which made his face seem even smaller.
Because of his small size, his mother was overly protective, even his
teachers at school watched over him, to keep the bullies away. One of the
major problems between Brenda and Dan was the fact that Melvin was not what
Dan had expected in a son. Dan had played football in high school and
Melvin didn't want any part of a sports program. After the divorce, Dan
sent money, but very rarely came to see them.
I felt sorry for Melvin; he didn't seem to have any friends and spent
most of his time in his room. I went downstairs and got the Penthouse out
of my book bag. I knocked on his door again and said "Melvin, I brought
you something, I'll slip it under the door". I went back down stairs and
started doing my homework again. About half an hour had passed and Melvin
came into the dining room and sat across from me. He sat there for a long
time before he said anything, then "thanks for the book Jane". I replied
"If your mom finds it, tell her you got it from a friend at school, Okay".
He nodded his agreement and we sat there for a while, me doing homework and
him watching me.
Me: "Melvin, consider me a companion, rather than a baby sitter, some
one to keep you company for a while".
No response from Melvin.
Me: "Your mother says you must clean your room, or no ice cream".
Melvin: " I don't want any ice cream". Me: "Well please clean your room
anyway". Melvin: "Can I see your tits"? Me: "WHAT!" Melvin: "I want to
see your tits". Me: "No" Melvin: "Why not"? Me: "Because you will tell
all of your friends". Melvin: "I don't have any friends, show me your tits
and I will clean my room". Me: "Clean your room first". Melvin: " OK" and
he went to clean his room.
I sat there a little bewildered, why had I agreed to show him my tits?
Twenty minutes later, he yelled that his room was ready for inspection
and I went up to look at it. The bed was made; all the clothes were hung
up, no clutter on the floor. I nodded my approval and began to unbutton my
blouse; Melvin had a smile on his face from ear to ear. The bra hooked in
the front and I didn't have to take the blouse off. I slowly released the
hook and exposed my breasts for him to see.
Melvin looked at my breast for about a minute then commented,
"They're kind of small aren't they"?
I exploded "They 're the biggest ones you will ever get to see"!
I turned and walked out of his room, buttoning by blouse as I went down
the stairs.
"Kind of small", the nerve of that little Geek.
Chapter 5. - Camping
Spring turned into summer and school was out, I didn't see much of
Bonnie for a few weeks, and she was spending a lot of time with Greg. It
was mid July and my parents wanted to go camping at Crystal Springs, a lake
in the mountains about a hundred miles away. We each had our own sleeping
bag, but there were two tents. Dad and mom had one; Bobby and I would
share the other one. We arrived just before noon and had the camp set up
in no time. Bobby and I went swimming, boy was that water cold, it made my
nipples hard and Bobby was very quick to notice. I was wearing a yellow
bikini and when it got wet, you could almost see through it. We climbed up
on the boat dock and dried off, then spread the towel out and lay down to
get some sun. Bobby sat beside me and said, "If you don't use a sun
screen, you will burn". He went over to our campsite and came back with a
bottle of lotion. I was lying on my stomach and asked him to put some on
my back and legs. First he did my back, then started at my feet and worked
his way up my legs. As Bobby was rubbing the lotion on my upper thighs, I
could see the bulge in his swimsuit start to grow. I spread my legs and
gave him free access to my inner thighs. As his hand moved closer to my
butt and his fingers brushed my pussy, I let out a soft moan; in no time
his dick was rock hard. I really wanted to touch it but was afraid some
one might see us.
Mom yelled that supper was ready and we went back to the campsite.
After supper we roasted some Marshmallows and dad told us a scary story
about Bigfoot that would keep me awake most of the night. We climbed into
our tents and I suggested that we put Bobby's sleeping bag on the bottom
and cover up with mine, that way we would be warmer. We were tired from
all the days' activity and went right to sleep. About one o'clock, I awoke
with a start. I don't know if there was a noise or that I had dreamed it.
Bobby was laying with his back to me and I cuddled up as close as I could
get. I put my arm around his waist and my fingers touched his dick, that
thing must stay hard all the time. It was the first time that I had
actually touched one. I let my fingers move through the slit in his
pajamas and very lightly caressed him; it felt different than I thought it
would. I thought it would feel like a big finger, it was firm but soft to
the touch, it felt kind of silky. I think I fell asleep holding it in my
hand.
Chapter 6. - Bonnie
One Saturday I went over to Bonnie's house. Her parents had gone to
visit relatives and would not be home until late. Her older brother
George, was out with his friends, so Bonnie and I were in her bedroom
talking about our favorite subject "boys". She told me that having sex
with Greg was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. She told
me everything that they had done together and the more she talked the
hotter I became. I really wanted to experience sex and enjoy it as much as
she did, but dad said, no dating until I turn sixteen, five more months to
go.
Bonnie had gotten a new bikini for her 16th birthday and was trying it
on; it was pale blue and really set off her blonde features. She said,
"Jane why don't we take a quick dip in the pool". I reminded her that I
had not brought by bathing suit with me and she said, "Why don't you wear
my old one". I agreed to try it on to see if it would fit me. I am a 34b
cup and Bonnie is a 34c cup, which caused the bra to fit rather loosely.
Bonnie was adjusting the straps and trying to arrange the cups for a better
fit. She decided to add some padding; she got two small handkerchiefs from
her dresser and inserted them into the bra. Her fingers brushed against my
nipples and I could feel them become hard. The smirk on her face told me
that she knew what she was doing to me.
Bonnie asked "has a boy ever touched you down there" and I answered "no,
of course not". Then Bonnie asked if I had ever touched my self and I
replied "sometimes". She said, "I can't go to sleep at night until I cum
at least twice". She then showed me a magazine that her older brother had
hid under his mattress. In it were two women licking each other and I had
to admit that I felt kind of wet between my legs. As we looked at the
pages, Bonnie's hand touched my leg several times and I could tell that it
was no accident. Her hand was warm and I enjoyed the feel of her fingers
brushing against my skin. The pictures were having an effect on both of us
and Bonnie said she needed to touch herself and would like it if I watched
her do so. Bonnie removed her bikini and lay back on the bed, pulling her
feet up and spreading her legs. She began moving her fingers up and down
her pussy and then began to rub her clit. As her juices began to flow and
her fingers became wet, she put her fingers to her mouth and tasted her own
wetness. At that point I began to squirm around getting turned on and a
bit embarrassed at the same time. She began to moan and move her head from
side to side, then she said, " Jane I'm almost there, put your fingers in
my hole and I can cum". I was very hesitant and put my hand on the inside
of her thigh about two inches from her pussy. Bonnie raised her hips to
meet my fingers and they sank into her wetness. I had never felt another
girl before but I suddenly wanted to help her reach a climax. I pressed
two fingers into her pussy and moved them in and out. Bonnie's breathing
became very quick short gasps of air, her hips met the thrust of my fingers
to drive them in deeper, her legs clamped my hand and she let out a yell
"OH MY GOD". Then I could feel her vagina pulsating against my fingers.
Slowly she released my hand and as I removed my fingers, they brushed
against her clit. She squealed, "OH please don't, it is so very
sensitive". Bonnie got up and went to the bathroom. I sat there looking at
my fingers, smelled them, pressed them to my lips and sucked them. I
decided the taste of another girl's pussy was something that I wanted more
of.
When Bonnie came back into the bedroom she said, "God Jane, that was so
great, now it is your turn". I really wanted to feel her hands on my body,
to feel her fingers in my pussy, to have her taste the wetness of my cunt.
I couldn't believe that I heard my own voice say "I think we had better
take that dip in the pool and cool off for a while".
Chapter 7 - The Pool
Bonnie put her swimsuit back on; we grabbed a few towels and headed out
to the pool. There was a six-foot wooden privacy fence around the yard and
the other houses were not real close by. It was early and we had most of
the afternoon to lie in the sun. We walked down some steps at the shallow
end of the pool and just sat on the bottom. The shallow water only came up
to our bra tops and it was warmer here.
Bonnie was telling me about Greg and some of the things they did
together. How his hands felt on her breasts as he kissed her neck and told
her how much he cared for her. How he rubbed her thighs and ran his tongue
over her clit to make her juices flow. He took his time to make sure she
was ready before he made love to her. She said his dick was big, but not
as big as her brothers. I said, "How do you know how big your brothers
dick is"? She told me that she was passing her brothers room one day and
the door was ajar about half an inch. The bedsprings were making some
noise and she guessed that George was playing with himself. She peeked
through the crack in the door and saw her brother laying on the bed with a
magazine in one hand and his dick in the other. She said, "That thing was
huge, as big as my arm, from elbow to wrist ". She said that as she
watched him, she became so wet that it began to run down her leg. She took
her panties off, held them to her face and began to finger herself. She
said "Janey, seeing the cum, spurt from that big dick made me so hot, I
came in just a few seconds". "There is no way that thing would fit up
inside of me, but I would sure like to try it". I said, "You mean you
would like to fuck your own brother"? Her reply was a moan of "Oooh yes,
yes, I want to taste his hot cum on my lips". I looked down and her hand
was inside of her bathing suit and I know she had just climaxed again.
We got out of the water, walked to the other end of the pool and Bonnie
showed me how to do a back flip off the diving board. She said "come on
try it just once". I got on the board, walked to the end, looked down at
Bonnie and decided that I wasn't ready to try it yet. So I backed up and
took a running jump into the pool, as I entered the water feet first, the
rush of water took my bra past my face and off my head. I surfaced,
gasping for air and looking for my bra, Bonnie had it. She said "you
chickened out and I'm not giving it back to you", with that she tossed it
onto the grass, close to the fence. I started to climb out of the pool to
retrieve it and she said, "If you weren't such afraidy cat, you would leave
it off". I replied that I was not afraid but why should I go topless, if
she wasn't. She said "no problem" taking her bra off, and then she took
her bottoms off too and said, "Okay if you're not chicken, let's go skinny
dipping". I didn't know what to say, so I took my bottoms off as well.
I soon got over being mad at her and we began to enjoy our new freedom.
Bonnie told me to stand still, spread my legs and she would swim under me.
As she passed between my legs, her hips and butt pressed against my thighs.
We played around, splashing, grabbing and trying to dunk each other.
Bonnie put her arms around me, her hands on my breasts, our legs
intertwined. She said "someday soon, I'm going to make love to you", I
didn't say it, but I knew that I wanted her too and I kissed her.
Chapter 8 - Bobby's Birthday
Summer was about over and I was looking forward to going back to school
again. It was Bobby's fourteenth birthday; mom and dad bought a bicycle
for him. I too had a present for my brother, but I would have to wait
until this evening to give it to him, while mom and dad were at work. It
was about 8:00 PM; Bobby and I were watching TV in the living room. I told
him that I was going to take a shower and went upstairs. As I put my dirty
clothes in the hamper, I noticed a pair of my panties in there had cum
spots on them. It seems Bobby had borrowed them after I took them off, I
wondered if he smells them or just likes the feel of them around his dick.
I never lock the door when I take a shower, but I always put a rolled up
sock by the door. If Bobby opens the door and peeks in the sock will move
a few inches. Sure enough as I got out of the shower, the sock had been
moved. If Bobby wanted to see what his big sister looked like, then I
would show him.
I dried off, wrapped a towel around my head, put on my robe and opened
the door. I called downstairs "Bobby can you bring me a Pepsi please". I
just had time to get to my room, take off my robe and put on my see-thru
panties. As I heard him coming up the stairs, I took the towel and began
drying my hair, covering my face. I didn't hear Bobby open my door, but I
heard a sharp intake of breath and then a thud. Bobby had seen me and
dropped the Pepsi on the floor. The Pepsi had burst open and was spraying
all over the carpet. Bobby grabbed the can and took it to the bathroom and
put it in the sink. When he came back, I was down on all fours rubbing the
carpet with the towel. Bobby said, "let me do that sis" and grabbed the
towel and was cleaning the carpet. I stood up near him and as he rose up
still on his knees, his face was about a foot from my pussy. He said, "I
think I got most of it up, but it may leave a stain". As he was talking,
his eyes were staring straight ahead, at the spot between my legs. Before
he could move, I put my thumbs under the elastic of my panties and slowly
pushed them down, over my hips and down to my knees. There they dropped to
the floor and I stepped out of them. I picked them up and handed them to
Bobby and said, "Care to smell a fresh pair". He hesitantly took the
panties, held them to his face and took a deep breath. He said, "God sis,
you are so beautiful, I'm sorry about the Pepsi". I asked him if he had
ever seen a naked girl before, knowing that I was his first. He replied
"only in books". I stepped closer to him and said, "You can touch it, but
be very gentle". He slowly put his hand on my inner thigh and moved
upward. As his fingers neared my outer lips, I could feel the juices begin
to flow. I said, "let me sit on the bed and you can see better". I sat on
the edge of the bed and Bobby still on his knees crawled over between my
legs. I lay back, raised my knees and willingly spread my outer lips so
that he could see my all of me.
I moved my finger over my clit and told him that this little button is
what turns girls on. Bobby pushed his finger into my hole to get it wet
and then very gently moved it over my clit. It was the first time anyone
else had touched me there and I jerked suddenly. Bobby said, "did that
hurt" and I said, "no it feels really good, but it would feel better if you
used your tongue, instead of your finger". He moved his face closer and
touched his lips to my inner thigh and asked, "does that feel better"? I
did not answer as his tongue moved fantastically closer to my wetness and I
prayed that he would not stop. He buried his face between my thighs and
moved his tongue across my clit. This 14-year-old kid, really knew what he
was doing, he was driving me wild. Again and again, his tongue and
fingers, probing and licking, harder and faster, until I felt spasm after
spasm as I began to climax. He continued to suck the juice from me until I
could not stand it another second. I sat up and pulled his face to mine,
tasting my wetness on his lips and kissed him deeply.
I told him to stand up, undid his belt and pulled his pants down. His
shorts soon followed and his manhood sprang forth, all shiny with drops of
pre-cum oozing from the tip. I stuck my tongue out and licked it off, took
my hand and squeezed his penis to get more. As I moved my hand up and
down, I took the head into my mouth and ran my tongue on the underside of
his dick. He began to push forward forcing more into my mouth, I told him
"No Bobby let me do this my way". My left hand cupped his balls as my
right hand moved back and forth and my mouth greedily accepted as much of
his manhood as I could take. It was only a few minutes until he started
panting and gasping for breath, I could feel a twitching and jerking in his
dick as his spunk began filling my mouth. I could not hold it all and
removed my mouth and let it spurt across my breast. I kept pumping him
until he went limp in my hand, then stood up and kissed him and said,
"Happy birthday brother".
Chapter 9. - Halloween
It was Halloween, Bonnie and I was at her house getting ready for a
costume party at school. She was going as a vampire, wearing a long black
silk dress with a slit up the side and nothing under it. Each time she
looked in the mirror, it just wasn't right and off came the dress. I felt
the dress was just loose and baggy, It sort of just hung on her body, it
didn't show the curve of her hips. I told her that I could put a tuck in
the waistband at the back and it would accent her hips and boobs. I got a
needle and black thread from her mother and sat on her bed fixing the
dress. Bonnie was sitting in a chair at her desk with nothing on but a
smile, telling me about her latest conquest. Seems she was baby-sitting
for this young couple and the husband made a pass at her when he was
bringing her home that night. They parked in a secluded spot and crawled
into the back seat. When things were going hot and heavy, he told her that
his wife was bisexual and wanted to try a threesome with her. Bonnie
agreed that they would get together the next weekend. On Saturday night,
the husband picked her up to baby-sit, but the wife had taken the children
to her parents earlier in the day, with the story that the couple were
going out of town for the weekend. When they got to the house, the wife
was in the bedroom wearing a negligee waiting for them. They gave Bonnie a
martini to relax her a bit then they all got undressed and got on the
king-sized bed. First the wife went down on Bonnie, then they got into a
sixty-nine position, with the two women eating each other. Then the
husband joined in by fucking Bonnie from the rear as his wife sucked on her
clit. Bonnie said she never did see the husband fuck his wife; they just
took turns doing things to her.
Sometimes I think Bonnie makes up these stories, but with her, anything
is possible. I think Bonnie told me this story, trying to get me turned
on, but it had the opposite affect on me. I think Bonnie let herself be
used by the couple and since no precautions were taken, she may have been
exposed to VD or something worse. Bonnie was looking for something, but I
don't know if she ever found it. We went to the party that night and had a
great time. Bonnie left with some guy she met there and as I was walking
home alone, it began to snow. I knew that Bonnie and I were taking
different paths, whatever our final destination we would not arrive
together.
Chapter 10. - Sweet Sixteen
For my sixteenth birthday, mom took me shopping. She bought me a whole
new outfit, dress, high heel shoes with matching purse, then we headed
toward the lingerie department. There she bought me five sets of bras (34c
cup) and panties in matching colors, three pair of black nylons and a black
garter belt. I asked her why the black nylons and she replied, "So you
will quit wearing mine". I thought, "Oh no busted". She didn't pursue the
matter though and I was happy to let it rest there. I wondered, just how
much did this foxy old mother of mine know about my activities. I hope she
thought that I tried them on just to admire myself in the mirror, but I
offered no explanation.
It was several weeks before Bobby and I were home alone and it took me
that long to build up my courage. Technically I was still a virgin, but
that was about to change.
After I finished the supper dishes, I went up stairs and took a shower.
Bobby had not come in to peek at me in weeks. I was beginning to think he
was losing interest. I went to my room, dried and combed my hair and
opened my closet. I selected a white silk blouse, black mini skirt, black
nylons and garter belt. I skipped the makeup; it tends to get messy when
you're having sex. I put a drop of perfume on the inside of my thighs,
then slowly put my nylons on, hooked them to the garter belt. Put on my
skirt and blouse, no panties or bra. I checked myself out in the mirror,
the high heels made my butt stick out just a little, but I liked the
effect. The silk blouse made my tits feel sexy and rubbing my fingers
against my nipples made them hard.
I carried my shoes down the stairs; high heels and steps can be tricky
at best. I sat on the lower step and put my shoes on, then looked in the
hallway mirror. I asked myself, "Are you sure you want to do this"? My
reflection winked back at me and I knew I was ready.
I walked into the living room; Bobby was sitting on the floor with his
back against the couch and his legs stretched out in front of him. I
stepped in front of him with one foot on each side of his knees. He said,
"Hey sis, I can't see the TV". I answered by slowly raising the hem of my
skirt high enough for him to see my cunt and saying "Do you still want to
see TV"? His reply was, "Holy Shit". I stepped forward, still holding the
hem of my skirt up and asked, "Would you like to make a women out of me"?
I slowly unbuttoned my blouse exposing my breasts as Bobby ran his hands
up my legs to the top of my nylons. As I removed my blouse Bobby was
kissing the inside of my thighs. I stepped away to remove my skirt and
Bobby said, "leave the nylons on". I sat on the couch and Bobby knelt down
between my legs. He kissed my outer lips and ran his tongue over my clit,
he didn't have to get me ready, I was dripping from anticipation, I had
dreamed of this moment for months. "Take your clothes off Bobby and fuck
me," I panted.
He slipped out of his jeans and then his briefs, his dick springing to
life. Drops of pre-cum dripping off the tip, I leaned forward and took it
into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head and squeezed another drop
out; it was just as I had remembered it. I held myself open so that he may
enter my virgin pussy. At first he teased me by rubbing the head, in
circles around my outer lips, brushing against my clit and mixing his
juices with mine. I moaned "please put it in Bobby, I want it in me now".
He slowly pressed forward and the magnificent head of his shaft slipped in
to my cunt. I don't know when I lost my maidenhood; fore I felt no pain
only a deep hunger for more. I wrapped my legs around his waist raising my
hips off the couch to meet him stroke for stroke. I could not get enough
of his wonderful cock. Each plunge into me, made me want him deeper and
deeper, I was getting so close. Bobby said " Janey I need to pull out
soon" I moaned "don't you dare pull out, just keep fucking me, fill me up
with your hot cum". I felt my cervix open and engulf his manhood; I felt
hot streams of cum jetting into me. I felt my own spasms shaking my body
and I still wanted him deeper within me. I wanted us to be one person,
with one mind, with one beating heart.
We stayed like that for a long time, my legs were numb, but I didn't
want to let him go, I didn't want it to be over. I said "I love you so
much Bobby", He replied "I love you to Janey, I always will". Then I knew
it would never be over, not for Bobby and me.
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