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Growing Pains (ff/m, inc)

      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 undres
sed 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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