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                JZL11_04: School Romance

Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Jeff Zephyr's Life
Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex."


JZL11_04: School Romance (bg bgg rom nosex exhib)
  - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2001.



Sherry, Maureen and I walked home to Sherry's house  nearly every day
after school.  They lived almost next door to each other but in the
opposite direction to my house from school.  However, it wasn't so
far that I couldn't catch up to my other friends if I ran, and we
continued this habit from the year before.  I didn't try to kiss
Sherry or Maureen, we just held hands and talked like friends. 
Despite my desire to get involved in nudity and sex, I was afraid to
ask them to do that with me.  If they said no, our friendship could be
hurt.  Moreover, I was afraid that our parents and classmates would
find out and think that I was weird.  As yet, no one in our class had
a real romantic relationship, though there were a few who "liked" each
other. The teasing about romance between Sherry and I wasn't happening
at school anymore.  We had been good friends for what seemed like
forever (since 2nd grade) and at school, that is all we said we were. 
Neither of us said anything about going out, nor being boyfriend or
girlfriend and I was about as close to Maureen as to Sherry.   This
made for a relationship which didn't fit in with the grade-school
concepts of romance.  Threesomes and menage-a-trois were covered in
the books I had read but nowhere in our talks at school, let alone the
two week basic sex-education classes.

We would get together on weekends to play, and sometimes after school,
especially on Fridays.  It was almost always at Sherry's house because
her mom was often out when we'd get home and, even if her mom was
around, she'd let us go to her room to play together.  Despite this
privacy and how we could hug or sit close to each other, it didn't
lead to anything more.  I did, however, give both girls back rubs and
they did the same to me.  And we  went swimming  at the lake or at the
pool in the park.  Even though both girls wore single piece swimming
suits which weren't very revealing, it was still quite interesting to
look at them and I would sometimes get hard while we were together. 
If that happened in class, I would get embarrassed and try to hide it,
but with my two close friends I didn't bother.  They'd tease me a bit
about having a "boner," but didn't go on about it, and, after a few
times, quit mentioning it altogether.

Sex education class was interesting.  The boys and girls attended
separately.   It didn't cover much about the nature of the sex act
itself, just reproduction and how our bodies would change.  After
school, my two friends and I got together to compare notes, so to
speak.  We were curious about what the presentation for the other sex
was about.  I had a bit more "book learning," and filled in some gaps
about the sex act itself.  I had talked with them about this kind of
thing before but only about masturbation and 'getting naked', not real
sex.   I had also talked with some of my male companions at school,
and their reaction to intercourse tended to be "Ew! Gross!"  Sherry's
response was more like "Interesting," and then she had her own query,
about masturbation.  She used that word and wondered what the sex ed
class had to say about it.  The real answer was "not much", it spent
more time on nocturnal emissions and the reproductive cycle.  But, as 
I'd been doing it for a while and had read some on the subject,  I
related that to her, explaining that I had heard or read these things.

Maureen asked if I had tried them out yet.  I was a bit embarrassed,
and blushed.  But she surprised me by explaining that she did it, and
that Sherry did as well.  That prompted a "Please, stop!" response
from Sherry.  But I decided to support Maureen, by saying that I had
done it, and had reached climax which felt really nice.  They both
agreed that the results were nice.  We went into a bit more detail on
how we learned of these things, and they explained that they told each
other what they had discovered when they slept over at each other's
houses, which happened often since they lived next to each other.

Like last year, we didn't get into the touching details, but we did go
on some about how nice it was to do.  I explained about Jimmy and me
with his friends, and Eileen too, showing that other girls did get to
do that kind of thing with boys.  I was a little worried sharing that
I'd done it with my friends who were boys, but since Sherry and
Maureen had done it together, much like Jimmy and I, that didn't seem
too bad.

Despite this intimate revelation, we didn't end up talking much about
this after  that day, nor did I bring it up with other girls I knew. 
But we did talk about how it would be nice to have sex with someone,
someday, for real, and how we all learned about masturbating.  I told
my two friends a lot of my earlier experiences and was very happy when
they didn't tell anyone else at school later.

I had much more to tell than they did.  Of course, it's possible that
they had more things to talk about but were holding back.  At the
time, I was pleased to be able to have cool stuff to share with my
friends.  Only later did I wonder if they had done fun stuff like I
had , but weren't willing to talk about it.  I told the story about
the girl on the beach, and my visit with my cousin Daryl over the
summer.  That led us into talking about Lesbians.

"What are those?" Maureen asked me, interrupting my story.

"Girls who have sex with other girls.  Instead of doing it with boys,
like regular girls," I told them.  I didn't think that I was being
insensitive or anything like that when I said this.  After all, I
didn't think that what I did with my friends, or my brother, made me
homosexual, and certainly didn't think that my two best girlfriends
were Lesbians  even though they'd played with themselves together.

"Oh," Sherry said.  Maureen was silent but seemed upset and, for some
reason, unhappy.  Both were quiet for a while so I decided to ask them
outright what I was wanting to do.

"Would you like to play naked like we did?  A strip poker game, or
something?  I think that would be fun?"  I was nervous asking this  of
my friends, but our talk about sexy stuff had turned me on and I knew
for sure that they had some experiences like me.   Also, we liked each
other; the kissing and holding hands kind of liking.  That seemed like
a perfect start for doing more things together.  It would be so much
fun if we could do it.

But Maureen refused, saying "Not now, I don't think so."

"Why not?  I mean, you'd get to see a boy, me, and I'd get to see you,
and we'd have more things to think about when we're alone again."

Sherry whispered to Maureen, and listened to her friend whisper back,
then said "We don't want to do that, OK?  It isn't like we don't like
you, you know?"

I didn't understand why they didn't want to do fun things like that
with me, but I wouldn't, or couldn't,  push  them on it.  It worried
me to upset them, so I just dropped this subject altogether, not
bringing it up again.  I was just glad that they were my friends,
holding hands and playing together.

I was disappointed that they didn't seem interested in exploring
'playing bare', or doing other sexual things with me.  It was easy
enough not to bring up the subject, since it wasn't a common topic for
discussion at school, not once the sex ed classes were  over. They
were only two weeks long, and only met twice a week for an hour or so.

I liked my friends, and it was really nice to be with them, even if we
didn't get naked together.  I just wished for something more, even if
it was another girl who'd do that with me.

I was in choir  class one day, singing along with the other kids, and
suddenly my voice broke.  I didn't really understand why it happened,
but my voice change was a shock.  Besides the obvious change in tone,
my singing suffered.  I could no longer hold notes on key, which
pushed me out of the lead parts in choir. I got some teasing in school
and at home about "being a man now."  And how I'd be growing hair
"down there" soon.  Well, I was getting some hair on my pubes already.
It wasn't very dark yet, but it was more than the 'nothing' that had
been there before and it was a noticeable difference.  My dad was very
hairy and his dick was a bit larger than mine when it was soft. I
didn't know how they would compare when hard and didn't have a clue 
as to how to ask him about that.

I was just starting to worry about my appearance at this time.  I took
baths more often and started combing my hair.  I changed my clothes a
bit more often as well.  Fashion, as such, wasn't on my mind but I did
notice how girls dressed a bit more.  In winter, no one dressed in a
way which exposed much.  I wasn't sure if I looked nice or not, and I
really had no easy way to measure that.  My parents,  grandma and aunt
told me I was handsome, but they were biased so I didn't trust their
opinion about that.

 My dad was circumcised,  as  were my brother and I.  Until I read
about foreskins and saw pictures of them, I didn't know what that
meant.  It wasn't unusual in our neighborhood.  Hospital policy was to
"snip," and few parents argued with it.  Up to this time, the size,
hair color, and other differences between genital organs wasn't a  big
issue with me but I had seen quite a variety in my aunt's magazines so
I had some idea that they didn't look all alike.  I wasn't sure if I
was normal in this area, but didn't really know who to ask about it.


A new girl named Jody moved into the area a bit before Christmas time.
She was a pretty blonde girl and somehow I felt that I was in love
with her.  Maybe that meant sex, since I was fantasizing about her. 
At 11, girls don't show a lot of girlish shape yet but I had noticed
that I could easily tell girls from boys, even dressed in jeans and
shirt.  My looking was leading to occasional embarrassment in school
as, more often than not, I got hard just imagining what they'd look
like without clothes.

Jody was very easy to tell apart from the boys, with noticeable
breasts and hips.  Surprisingly to me, Sherry didn't seem to react at
all to this and still held hands with me and we still walked home
along with Maureen.  Jody flirted with me, asked me to help with her
homework, and even kissed me a few times after school. But though she
was very nice to me at school, she wouldn't get together with me to
play after school.

Her kisses were cheek kisses. Only once did she let our lips touch. 
But it was still very romantic to me.  She'd hug me close, saying
goodbye before she'd head home, pressing her body against mine,
letting me feel her breasts (bra encased because she did need one)
compress against my chest.  I don't think she missed my dick-
hardening in reaction to this either, but she didn't make anything of
it.  Part of why I liked her was because she flirted so strongly,
getting my attention and holding it. Since Sherry and Maureen weren't
open to being more than just kissing friends, I hoped that Jody might
get closer to me ... and do more than just kiss.

Sherry  soon became a little put out by my attention to Jody but still
let me walk her and Maureen home.  Sherry would tell me that I was
being foolish about Jody, paying so much attention to her when the
girl didn't really like me that much, but I didn't believe that.  I
might have become angry at her for telling me that, but she and
Maureen hugged me and both kissed me on the cheek, then on my lips.

"We love you, Jeff.  You are our best friend," Sherry said.

Maureen added, "We just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all."

I loved them too, and said so.

  Jody told me she liked me, but made me promise not to spread it
around school.  That was OK, I didn't go telling everyone about
Sherry, Maureen and me either.  It was exciting and frustrating being
"in love" with Jody.  It was a crush, not real love, I think, with
lust being a big part of it for the first time in my life.  If Sherry
or Maureen had offered me more than just kisses, or maybe even if
they'd asked me to figure out where I stood with Jody, I'd have chosen
them first.  But they didn't, so I went on pursuing the girl I thought
I loved.

I gave Jody a Valentine,  with my phone number and a note inside
telling how I loved her and asked her to call me so we could get
together after school.  That turned out rather embarrassing, as the
teacher saw it and asked Jody about it in front of the whole class. 
After that, Jody tried to ignore me and my "romance" with her was
over.  I didn't understand why Jody acted that way and tried to
apologize for embarrassing her in front of the class but she said that
we were just friends and that she wasn't going out with boys for real
yet.                               

 Sherry had noticed my infatuation
with Jody.  I'm not sure where her wisdom about relationships had come
from, but she was nice about consoling me and told me that I'd get
over it,  that friends like  she and Maureen had always liked me.

When I said "That isn't the same thing as love," she said "Remember
when I kissed you and said that I loved you?".

"Yes.  We were a lot younger then."

"It doesn't change things though.  Except that when you get older, it
gets more serious, with all those new feelings that they talked about
in sex ed.  Did they show you the movie with those diagrams of penises
and vaginas?"

"Yes"

"And how you get new feelings in them when you get older?"

"Sure."  I didn't really know how to talk about this, but Sherry and
Maureen were friends and were girls, which oddly made it less
embarrassing than if I were talking about it with boys.

"Well, I get them too.  And I still like you, just like I did then." 
And she grabbed me and kissed me while Maureen held my hand and hugged
me.  We were at her house,  and Maureen decided to kiss me too.
Maureen's kiss used her tongue on my lips, not pushing inside but it
was still more than just dry lips touching. They went in and I left to
go home, very happy.

We didn't repeat this kissing right away but it pretty much cured me
about thinking about Jody.  Sherry was a brown-eyed, brown-haired
girl, and not quite as developed as Jody. Maureen was a red-haired
skinny girl, and both were good friends with each other and with me.
In some ways, although Sherry was my "girlfriend," we were a
threesome.  After this, they'd kiss me on Fridays or when we'd say
goodbye if we got together during the weekend.  I had no doubt that
they loved me, but still wanted something more than just kisses and
romance.  I wanted it with them most of all, and planned to wait until
they wanted it  as much as I did.


Annie was another girl who was a good friend of mine.  She lived on my
way home from school and we would often walk home together, sometimes
with other friends, sometimes  just the two of us.  Once, in early
March, we happened to pass by a house with a small group of kids
watching it from outside.  There was a naked girl standing in the
upper floor window, about seven years old, showing off with another
girl behind her that we couldn't see well, encouraging her to do it. 
The naked girl would move away from the window then come back, turning
around to show both sides, then turn away again.

The girl wasn't much different naked from my sister, with brown hair,
no breasts, and just a bare little girl pussy slit.  But she was
showing off for an audience, apparently enjoying the situation since
she was smiling, even if her sister or babysitter or whoever, was
prompting her to  play this game.

Annie and I stayed and watched until she stopped , perhaps half an
hour.  Most of the other kids watching had gotten bored by it, or had
to leave, but we stayed.  I told her that my sister was about that age
and that I had seen her naked often, and even outside, but it didn't
seem to draw this kind of crowd.  Annie explained that she thought it
was exciting, to tease people by  showing off like that.

"It would be fun to do that, show off naked for people," Annie said.

We talked about this idea, and how we both might get naked together
and show off, or just show each other. But as it was still cold
winter, we didn't end up doing anything but talking about how
interesting it would be.

Spring led to much warmer weather early on that year. Annie lived on
the way home between Sherry's house and mine, so we had walked home
often, spent time after school together, and were generally good
friends.  I didn't notice right away, but she'd wait at school for me
to come back from Sherry's house, so we two could walk home together.

She knew that Sherry and I were close, but our "kissing" was a secret
and we didn't tell anyone about being in love or anything like that. 
Annie did notice this relationship, though, and started flirting with
me, standing close, talking to me in school a lot, something like what
happened with Jody.  She'd noticed that too,  I don't think anyone in
our class could have missed that.  Sherry and I were close but at no
time had Sherry shown jealousy of Jody.  Nor did she do so when Annie
was hanging around with me.  Unlike Jody, Annie would play with the
rest of us on the playground.  Her friendship with me wasn't something
secret, nor was it linked to my helping her with homework or anything
like that.

Annie came to school one day wearing a short top and pink hot pants
with nothing under them.  It wasn't immediately obvious that it was
all she had on but she came by me and teased me, "Do you like Hot
Pants?"

And I naturally enough said "Yes."  They were tighter on her than most
bikini bottoms would have been, maybe altogether. too tight for her.

"They are really nice when you feel 'hot'."

"It is hot early this year."

"Girls can get hot even when it is cold outside, Jeff."

"Oh.  I guess they can."  I didn't immediately get what this meant,
but got a hard- on a couple minutes later, when we were back in our
seats and I'd had time to think about it.    I still wasn't quite sure
that she meant what I thought she meant.  I knew that girls thought
about such things and that it wasn't just boys that got 'hot'.  But we
didn't talk about that kind of thing in school, Annie and I.  Even
Sherry and Maureen didn't bring it up at school, only when we were
alone.

At recess, Sherry came over  to me, and said "Isn't Annie looking
'hot' in those pants.  I bet you can't guess what kind of underwear
she has under those?"

I took a look.  I hadn't noticed any peeking out, but Sherry might
have seen Annie in the bathroom.  It was an odd question, unless there
was something unusual about them.  I made a hot guess. "None?  I don't
wear underwear all the time, though I usually do at school."  Sherry
knew that I did that because I'd told her, and also because, when we'd
hug and kiss, I'm sure she could feel me well that way.

"I bet no one else knows it.  Do you think that I could wear pants
like that to school?"

"You'd look pretty in them."

"I mean without underwear."

"Uh, that would be very nice." And I smiled, and noticed some heat in
my dick. Sherry might have noticed that too, and I'm sure she noticed
me blushing under her attentions.  I'd avoided talking with her
explicitly about sex or nudity and had paid a lot more attention to
Annie since she'd brought up 'getting naked'.  But Annie hadn't done
more with that suggestion until now.  It was finally warm enough to
think about getting naked outside again.

Sherry said, "I'd be scared that my mom would notice. I might try it
after school though."

"It isn't much different from wearing a swimming suit.  You don't wear
any underwear under that."

"We could go swimming this weekend.  It is getting hot enough.  Me and
Maureen and you could go down to the lake."

"What about Annie? Do you think she might want to come along with her
hot pants?"

"You can ask her.  I think she likes you."

"Don't you like me?"

"Sure, but that doesn't mean that Annie can't like you too.  I think
she wore those pants for someone at school to see and you are the only
one that knows what stuff is under there."

"What do you mean?"

"Nobody else is looking at her but us.  She is sitting there by the
wall with her legs apart, and I can't see anything but girl under her
pants.  When we went in the bathroom this morning, I saw she didn't
have anything on under her pants, and asked her if she was cold that
way.  She told me 'No, these are hot pants.'  It makes me feel hot
talking about it, so she's probably right.  Are your pants getting
'hot'?"

"Sherry!...  Yes.   You've never talked like this before."  Not to me,
at least not quite this way.  Why was Sherry drawing my attention to
another girl, rather than herself?  Didn't she know that I wanted to
think about her?  But then, I was thinking about her naked body now,
since she'd brought up coming to school without underwear herself.  I
was very confused, and excited.

Annie did look sexy, hot in her hot pants.  She didn't have much girl
shape herself, but knowing that she was nearly naked, exposing skin
which she might not show even at the beach, made her seem very
attractive.  That she was doing it for me made it seem even more
exciting.  Even if Sherry was wrong and she was just enjoying herself,
not really flirting with me, it was still something very interesting.

"It's spring time, and the birds and bees come out.  Sex ed stuff, you
know."

"Are you jealous?"

"Like with you and Jody?  No, Annie is just 'hot', and she really
likes you, not just how you can help with her homework."

"Does that mean it is OK if she kisses me?"

"Besides, I wasn't jealous of Jody.  I don't get jealous.  She wasn't
being nice to you and should have just said that she didn't want you
around instead of letting you get embarrassed."

"So, what about the kissing?"

"Kiss her whenever you want.  Just tell me all about it."

Annie must have gotten bored, being ignored in her hot clothes.  She
came over  to us and overhead at least the last part of our
conversation.  She sat down by us, her nipples showed under her top,
pressing hard despite having tiny breasts and, though I couldn't see
any pussy under her pants, it came really close.  The crotch of her
pants didn't cover places where underwear or a swimsuit would have
shown and, though I had seen my sister's pussy often, this was
different.

Her legs were bare, and the bare flesh continued past the crease in
her leg.  If she had pubic hair below, I'm sure I would have seen it. 
I could imagine her slipping the pants aside just a little, exposing
her pussy slit directly, yet it remained hidden just out of sight.  I
wanted to look at something other than her crotch, but it was very
hard not to look.  I did manage to look away, right into Annie's eyes.
She was very pretty, I decided.  Long straight hair, greenish eyes, a
shape which was girlish even without breasts and curvy hips.

Interrupting my reverie,  Sherry said "Hi, are you cold yet?"

"Not yet, these are still 'hot pants'," Annie said, giggling. "Were
you guys talking about me?"

I said, "Not exactly.  We were talking about going down to the lake
this weekend for swimming.  Can you come along?"

"No, I can't.  Who's going, you and Sherry?"

Annie was  looking at my jeans, about the same place on me that I was
watching on her.  My hard on was still there, sticking up in my pants,
easily visible to both girls.  I'd gotten used to Sherry just
accepting that without comment or staring, but Annie's attention made
me even more excited.

Sherry said, "Maureen too.  It's going to be a hot weekend for all of
us," smiling.

"I wish I could come, but I have to do stuff with my family," Annie
replied.

The bell rang, and we all went back into school.  I wasn't sure how to
take this situation,  Sherry almost pushing me to do something with
Annie, and talking about sex, and getting 'hot'.  Fortunately, being
in class in school tends to cool such things off a bit.

After school was another matter.  Annie tagged along with me, even
though Sherry and Maureen, as they lived next door, lived the other
way.  We didn't talk much but Annie tried holding hands with me, and
then Maureen went by Sherry, holding her hand.  It wasn't easy to walk
like that, four of us holding hands, but we didn't have to walk very
far, so it worked out.

Both Annie and Sherry were leaning close by me, and as we got close by
her house, Sherry said "Those hot pants look like they'd be fun to
wear.  I wonder if I could talk my mom into getting me some."

Maureen said, "They'd look nice for summertime.  But wouldn't you
worry about, you know, stuff showing?"

Sherry looked at Annie, and asked "Do you worry about anything showing
with those short pants?"

Annie pouted, as she answered, "I don't know if anyone would notice. 
There isn't a lot to see yet."

Then Sherry pointed to me, and said "Jeff and I noticed.  Not that you
can see a lot under them, it just comes really close."

"Hmm," Annie hummed.  "Jeff, did you notice anything showing that you
liked?"

"Well, Sherry helped by pointing it out to me.  I happen to like how
they look on you."

"You told Jeff about 'this?'" Annie asked, as she pointed towards the
edge of her hot pants. Then, she slid them down a little from the top,
showing nothing but bare skin.  No panties, for certain, though we
knew that already.  Not so far as to show her pussy slit, but I could
see the rise in the middle, and a little bit of body hair, not a bush,
just one or two sticking up out of her pants.   Sherry surprised me by
answering "Yes, I thought he'd appreciate it."

Then Sherry's mom called, and Sherry said,  "Bye, have fun!", as she
and Maureen went off.

Leaving me alone with Annie, who'd just practically showed me her bare
pussy here on the sidewalk.  I had to walk home with her, of course,
with my hard-on still present, and Annie still excited by this
situation too.  Sherry told me to have fun, too.

We walked away holding hands, not talking for some time, until we got
passed our school and on the way to her house.  Annie teased me some
more about how 'hot' she felt in her hot pants, even though it was a
little cold outside.  I didn't know what would happen when we got to
her house, if she would kiss me or not.  But this was sure exciting,
and I felt that I really liked Annie a lot for doing this kind of
thing with me.

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