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TRIP TO SLIDE ROCK2

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{m/g, Touchie feelies, exhibitionism. mast.)


By Typoman

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    My stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual encounters.
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    A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a FANTASY! They
might contain a thread of an old childhood memory, or just be the
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If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However,
if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent
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     "Whoa Pam!" I said with a smile. "Looks like you got a bit of
wear going on to the back side of your cutoffs!"
     Pam twisted her lithe young body in an attempt to see the extent
of the damage. Her fingers explored what her eyes couldn't see. "Is it
really all that bad Charlie? This is all I brought with me to swim
in."
     "Hang on and let me get a closer look."
     I picked my way across the stream that ran between the two of us.
Three days earlier I had to give my Mom a call from Payson to my best
friend Dan and I a ride back home. We had ridden our 10 speed bikes up
on top of the Mogollon (pronounced moogy-yon) rim and that was where I
bent the rear rim on my bike. The dreailer had caught in a spoke after
a thrilling glide from the top of the rim and by the time the two of
us made it back to Payson it was obvious that our bike trip was at an
end. We had planned on meeting Dan's family at slide rock on our bikes
but instead we rode in their station wagon from Mesa. It was one hell
of a memorable trip. While staying overnight in Show Low we met a girl
that lived in a house close by. I broke out the bottle of Erza Brooks
whiskey that I had stolen from the liquor closet at the restaurant
that we both worked and the three of us got shit faced. If it weren't
for the girl's little brother making her go back home Dan and I might
have finally gotten our first piece of ass. Back in 1971 the towns up
in the rim country were nothing but wide spots in the road and the
kids up there had nothing to do but to get drunk and fuck. 
     Dan and I were both 16 or there about and were going to start our
junior year in high school that fall. Pam was going to start sixth
grade and Melanie the fifth. As I stated in the first part of this
story, Pam was a very fun and outgoing girl. The two of us had been
playing sexual cat and mouse with each other for quite a while and for
the most part I was the one that chickened out and stopped. 
     Our two families had been next door neighbors ever since 1964 and
Dan and I were best friends. How can a basically honest teenage boy
play touchy feely with your best friend's little sister?
     Hormones and an almost constant erection will make a boy do just
about anything at times. At one moment I stopped myself because I saw
Pammy as my surrogate little sister. But then other times....... Maybe
it was because Pam had sprouted the cutest little pair of titties and
a butt to die for. She had also gone through a growth spurt was taller
too. When Pam and Melanie were little squirts their hair was so blonde
that it looked almost white. In her one-piece swimsuit, the bulge from
her vulva and labia was just too enticing for me and my eyes had a bad
habit of lingering there for too long and too often. 
     How do I describe the sexual openness of the members of that
family without making them sound like perverts? The three oldest
brothers didn't masturbate at all. Me and my two older brothers did it
almost all the time. They knew how we were and didn't hold it against
us. You could tell by the way they talked that it just wasn't
something that they did. They weren't denying the fact. As a matter of
fact I can remember Tim telling my older brother that he had the worst
case of blue balls after a date and he almost broke down and jacked
off. Did Pam and Melanie diddle themselves? I tend of doubt it. The
way I look at it I think the oldest brother Mark (who was a bit
strange) never spanked his monkey so the younger brother followed his
example. Both Mark and Tim wanted to stay virgins until they were
married. My friend Dan wasn't so sure about the staying virgin idea
and ended up having sex before he was married. He did marry the girl
that he broke his cherry on. Tim waited until he was married and Ned
was such a ladies man that girls fell all over themselves to get into
bed with him. None of the members of their family did the sexual
exploration with each other like what happened between my brothers and
I. I never asked any of them about whether they did or not because I
just knew the very thought was insulting to them.
     I guess the best way to describe Pamela is to say that once she
discovered that she had this brand new pussy, she wanted to see how
the darn thing worked. No she wasn't a junior slut in the making, but
she both liked and trusted me so whatever I wanted to do was perfectly
okay as far as she was concerned. Through some unspoken word Pam knew
that I wouldn't even try fuck her. 
     So there I was jumping from rock to rock so that I could see just
how badly worn the seat of her britches had gotten from sliding down
the smoothly eroded granite at Slide Rock. 
     Pam giggled and turned her butt towards me invitingly. "What do
you think Charlie?"
     Now there was an opening that I just couldn't let pass. While my
eyes beheld two little patches of pink butt flesh in the middle of the
larger holes in the butt of her cutoffs, Pam's words echoed in my
brain. She could have asked me "How bad is it Charlie?" but she
didn't.
     I said, "Well I like the color of your panties Pam if that's what
you want to know. I like the two other little holes too."
     Pam reached behind her and felt each of the holes with her
fingers. "They don't seem so tiny to me! If Mom sees me like this
she'll make me get out of the water for sure!"
     I smiled at her. "Those aren't the ones I'm talking about. Here
I'll show you what I mean."
     I couldn't have asked for a better situation. Like a dumass, my
red haired and fair skinned best friend Dan had gotten sunburned when
he went without a tee shirt and was nowhere around. The only other
family member around was Pam's little sister Melanie and she was at
the bottom of the slide area. I knew that she wouldn't say anything
anyway if she saw me doing what I was planning to do. If that were the
case she would have said something when I had lifted up the back of
Pam's tee shirt and unclasped the back of her bra a month or so ago. 
     There were plenty of other people around but they were strangers
and they didn't count. Pam was watching as I took a finger and headed
towards her butt. I went slow enough to give her time to stop me, but
she didn't. I brushed my finger across her panties, going right across
the small finger sized hole where her flesh was exposed.
     Pammy sucked in her breath as her body straightened in reaction
to the feeling of my flesh upon hers. 
     "OH!" she said as her hands moved to cover her naked flesh upon
their own volition. "God Charlie! Why didn't you tell me that my butt
was hanging out for the whole world to see!"
     "I thought that's what I just did Pammy. Besides, your butt's too
cute to hang out."
     "Charlie!" Pam put her hands on her hips and gave me a
half-worried but encouraging smile. "It's everyone else that I don't
want seeing my butt! Not you!"
     PING! I might have been very young and inexperienced, but there
was no way to misinterpret what my best friend's little sister had
just said to me. Our eyes met and locked for a moment before Pam's
face took on a delightful shade of crimson. I could see that she
realized that she had gone just a little bit farther than she had
planned on. There was a very pregnant pause between the two of us and
after a moment she nervously tried to cover her exposed derriere. I
had been enjoying looking at how her smallish nubbins filled out the
bikini top that she was wearing for most of the afternoon, but my
chivalry came through.
     "Here Pammy. This oughta do the trick." I said as I pulled off my
tee shirt.
     I turned my shirt right side out and held it out by the bottom,
hoping that she would allow me to help her put it on. Pam gave me one
of her winning smiles and took a step towards me. The gleam in her
eyes combined with her smile and told me that she not only knew what
was in my mind. She also approved of the idea. Pammy held her arms out
in front of her so that I could thread them through the armholes. When
that was done she reached for the sky and I pulled my tee shirt over
her body. After we got her head through the neck hole I held my breath
and made my move.
     "There you go Pammy. Now nobody's gonna be scope'in you out
okay?"
     As soon as I finished my last sentence, I slid my hands her
sides. My fingers curled innocently around her back, but my thumbs
were spread out. As my hands slipped downward my thumbs moved over the
soft roundness of the sides of her breasts. When I stopped, my fingers
were lightly curled over the tops of her butt cheeks. Pam responded by
pressing her body against mine. Her flat belly was pressing against
the bulge from my erection. We looked into each other's eyes once
again. 
     Pam's eyes were begging me to bend down and kiss her, but the
disparity of the height between the two of us made me falter. If only
she would have been an inch or two taller I could have mustered up the
courage to do it. After all, she deserved a kiss for allowing my hands
to roam over her curves. 
     "Oh GROSS you guys!" Melanie piped up from the opposite bank.
"What if Mom or Dad sees you two doing that!"
     Fortunately for me I had just decided to go ahead and give Pam a
kiss before her little sister interrupted us. I had begun to bend my
head down and Pam had raised up on her toes when we were interrupted. 
     As I straightened up Pam said, "Go away Mel! Nobody asked your
opinion anyways!"
     Pam never took her eyes off mine when she told off her little
sister. She was silently asking me to give it another try, but I had
lost my nerve. 
     When Melanie said, "Oh yeah? I just bet Mom will have a cow when
I tell her what you and Charlie's been doing!" 
I tore my eyes away from Pammy and d cold shiver ran up my spine when
I saw Melanie standing defiantly with her hands on her hips across the
stream from us. I could see my best friend Dan kicking the shit out of
me and I wouldn't be able to raise a hand to defend myself out of
guilt. Out of the corner of my vision I saw Pam turn her head towards
her little sister. The look that Melanie received made her bravado
wilt. Pam had also pulled her body away from mine, but that was long
after I jerked my hands away from the curves of her butt. My heart
began to settle back into its normal rhythm after I realized that
Melanie was only bluffing.
     Pammy grabbed my hand. "C'mon you guys let's go slide some more!"
     As soon as Pam had got me moving she let go of my hand. As I
followed her down into the cold water a wave of relief flooded my
brain. I realized that if I had actually kissed my best friend's
little sister, it could have ruined the whole thing between Pam and I.
One kiss could have easily meant to her that we were now boy and
girlfriends. I could have gotten a whole lot more feels when the
situation allowed, but there would have been strings attached. I could
just see Pam wanting to bring our new relationship out into the open
and that would have been disastrous for me. I told myself that feeling
up my best friend's six-year-old little sister wasn't nearly as bad as
kissing her while I was doing it. There was no way that I would
intentionally hurt her feelings. I envisioned myself giving her the
brush off and knew that I would never do that to her. The three of us
made one last slide down the stream and then had to stop. The Mossy
rock, although quite smooth rubbed two raw spots on Pam's butt.
Melanie and I both got a look at the damage and told her that it
wasn't all that bad, but the holes in her panties had opened up
considerably. When Melanie saw the way I was looking she clicked her
tongue and pulled Pam's tee shirt down and gave me a dirty look. 
     When the three of us made it back to their camp Melanie found a
way to let her Mom know why Pam was wearing my shirt. Their mom didn't
make a big thing of it. She did try to make Pam change into a pair of
pants but ended up settling on having her change into one of her own
tee shirts. My friend Dan's back was as red as a lobster and it put
him in a truly foul mood. All he did was sit in the shade and look
grumpy. He couldn't even put a shirt on because it just made his back
hurt even more. We cooked hot dogs and sat down at a picnic table to
eat and Pam ended up sitting across from me.
     What Pam did next brought to mind how siblings love to irritate
each other, especially during long boring car rides. Melanie just
loved to repeat "Motel 666666666666!" She would repeat that little
ditty until both Dan and Pamela threatened to ring her scrawny little
neck. Pam however was far more inventive than her little sister. She
was the queen of toe tomfoolery. While both Melanie and Dan weren't
looking Pam would reach out with her toes and untie their shoelaces.
Pam could even pick up a potato chip between her toes and bring it to
her mouth and eat it. That little trick was good for grossing
everybody out, even her mother. 
     Now don't get too excited folks. I know what you're thinking!
Although Pam's toe tomfoolery is the honest truth, most of this story
is just a figment of my imagination. I could have her jacking me off
with her feet at the picnic table, but remember she's just a little
innocent 6 year old girl. What kind of author would I be if all of a
sudden I went beyond what could have realistically happened? I hope
you like my more realistic approach. To tell the truth Pam's legs
weren't long enough to reach that far anyway, so there!
     As I was trying to eat my hit dog slowly, knowing that there
wasn't all that much to go around I felt something bump against my
leg. I immediately looked across the table at Pam's dead pan
expression. Knowing that she was an expert at keeping a straight face
I just ignored her. 
     Pam already had one up on me by making me look at her and she
knew it. Her little victory made her grow bolder. Her boldness drew
her into my little trap. I endured her swinging and bumping feet until
I knew I could trap one of them between my legs and that's precisely
what I did. Pam gave out a little squeal of surprise when I clamped
her foot between my shins. She jerked her foot out of my grasp and
banged her knee on the underside the picnic table. 
     The commotion got everyone's attention and Pamela was busted. I
was the innocent victim and Pam got a stern look from her mother.
Being a guest, I didn't into trouble for sticking my tongue out at her
either. She had to be sly about sticking her tongue out at me in
reply.
     It wasn't long before Pamela began teasing me with her feet once
again, but this time her attack was different. Pam no longer just
bumped my shins, she touched them. The game had changed so I varied my
response in return. The first thing that I did was to stretch my legs
out in front of me. That seemed to give Pam a pleasant surprise. She
touched me tentatively a couple of times and quickly retreated
expecting me to do something. When she finally placed her foot lightly
on my lower thigh and kept it there I made my move. Before when I had
clamped her foot between my shins and surprised her, the play wasn't
sexual. When she began touching me instead of bumping, my cock began
to strain painfully against the fold in the front of my cutoffs. While
readjusting my woody into a more comfortable position I began
nurturing the perverse thoughts that came to mind. Pamela was never a
prick tease on purpose. Her actions were more overt whenever she made
them. 
     What I did was take my pointer finger and just touched the side
of Pamela's foot. She immediately withdrew and gave me a slightly
puzzled look. I just raised my eyebrows in return while placing a
forkful of potato salad in my mouth with my free hand. After about a
minute her foot once again came to rest upon the top of my lower
thigh. When I glanced at her she averted her eyes and continued
eating. 
     How do teenage and younger kids learn the art of non-verbal
communication? The answer is by trial and error. What came flooding
into my mind right then was that Pammy realized that I wanted to turn
her innocent little teasing game into something more. That "something
more" was that I wanted to do a little bit of sexual exploration and
she had decided that it was okay with her. At the time I didn't ponder
on the how's and why's, the actual mechanics of going about it. I
stumbled along blindly knowing that the girl that I was attempting to
"Go farther" with was kind and open to say the least. 
     Knowing what Pamela was expecting my touch I felt somewhat
confident. My hardon and hormones had pushed my insecurities into the
background. I reached down and gently grasped her ankle. Pam's leg
gave a little nervous twitch but stayed in place. A voice in the back
of my head warned me to stay away from ticklish spots so I avoided the
curving side that marked her instep. I worked my way upward after
cupping the back of her leg just above the Achilles heel. The limit of
my reach was Pam's knee joint, but I made good use of my hands on that
small expanse of female flesh, kneading her calf muscle with tender
fingers. 
     The game soon became repetitious and I was racking my brain
trying to think of something different to do when I felt Pam's other
foot on my other leg. Pam was trying to look busy eating. Her head was
facing her plate of food and she was moving her potato salad around
her plate with her fork. She quickly glanced up at me and smiled but
kept her head lowered.
     Fortunately for me I had finished eating. Melanie was carrying on
an animated conversation with her mom. My conscience screamed at me
not to do it. The move was just too bold, but I had to give it a try.
I gently laid my hands over the tops of Pam's feet, waited a few
seconds then began to spread my legs apart. 
     I'm sure that you the reader can figure out that Pam had to
either allow her legs to open up along with mine, or resist. I felt a
slight reluctance, but it didn't last long. To be sure, I closed then
opened my legs once again. With my heart beating in my chest I hooked
the toe of my left sneaker into the back of my right sneaker and
pulled my foot out. Pam gave me a shocked look then glanced at the
others around us. Her feet came together bringing my legs back closed.
The way her feet and my legs were joined Pam could easily tell that I
had taken off one of my shoes. She also knew where I hoped to place my
bare foot and was taken aback. My heart fell and I gave her feet a
small apologetic squeeze then removed my hands. My conscience was
doing its best "I told you so!" too. Pam removed her feet and looked
around the table guiltily.
     As I was in the middle of telling myself that I was a complete
asshole, I felt a slightly sharp nudge on my shin. I hadn't dared look
Pam in the eye from the guilt that I felt, but the nudge made me
glance towards her. Pam gave me a knowing smile and gave my leg one
last nudge. Somewhere in the back of my head Pam's thought drifted
through. She said, "You've got such a nasty mind Charlie Woodson! I
can't let you do something like that! Not with my whole family sitting
next to us you goon!" The thought was even in Pamela's voice.
     After eating our lunch the four of us hung around the campsite
while Dan's parents "Took a nap" in their camping trailer. When I
tried to joke with Dan about his parents "Doing it" he just gave me a
dirty look and refused to answer me. My joke didn't register with
Melanie at all, but Pammy's eyes got big. She kept looking towards the
back of their 25 foot trailer where the bed was. When she got up and
tried to get closer to the trailer Dan told her stay away from there
using a tone that betrayed his surly mood. We couldn't do anymore
swimming because of Pam's holy cutoffs so we were basically stuck
there with nothing much to do.
     I drug out my pocketknife and picked up the nearest stick then
began whittling away at it. Dan decided to follow my lead and do some
whittling too. After a while the sun had moved and the picnic table
was no longer in the shade. Dan retreated to the shade of a large pine
tree that was about thirty yards away from where the rest of us were.
With her older brother out of the way Pammy became interested in what
I was doing.
     "Whatcha carving Charlie?"
     Of course Pamela knew what I was carving. I had only three things
that I liked to carve, and that depended on the shape of the wood that
I started with. If the wood were a short piece of 2x4, I would make a
boat out of it. If it were a little smaller, I would make a canoe. If
the wood were just a stick, I would turn it into a wooden hunting
knife. This piece being a stick was destined to become a hunting
knife. 
     "Whaddya think I'm making Pammy?" I said with a trace of
irritation in my voice.
     Pam shrugged her shoulders. "How come you're always making knives
and stuff? You oughta try something else!"
     "It's not all that easy Pam. What else can you make out of a
stick huh?"
     "What about a boy or a girl figure? That'd be cool if you made
one of those huh?"
     I displayed my handiwork to her. "Its kind of late for that now
don't you think?"
     Pam gave me her sad eyed look. "I seen a stick that'd make a
really cool boy. Want me to go and get it for you?"
     In all her innocence Pam certainly knew how to get what she
wanted. When she put her hand on my knee my resistance crumbled. Even
though I knew that her gesture was just an innocent one, I felt my
cock begin to respond. After she went scampering off I decided to try
something to see how she would react. Melanie had been preoccupied
with playing in the pine needles, but when her sister ran off she was
right behind her in hot pursuit. I got up from the bench seat and sat
down on the top of the picnic table then reached up through the leg
hole of my cutoffs and snaked the head of my half-erect dick out of my
underwear. The legs of my cutoffs were more than long enough to cover
my cock even as it became fully erect. 
     Like an idiot, I hadn't planned on getting a full-blown woody. I
figured that the constricted confines of my cutoffs would only allow
my dick to expand so much before it would stop. I immediately began
having second thoughts about my idea. My years of terror that someone
at school would see that I had sprung a boner came into play. Pamela
had noticed my erection bulges on several occasions and had even come
into "accidental" contact with it on more than one occasion. She or
any other girl for that matter had actually "seen" it. The time when
she pulled the front of my trunks open to stuff the tiger in your tank
sponge inside was another matter. Pam had taken me by surprise when
she did that little trick. I guess it all boiled down to the fact that
I hadn't "shown" it to her back then.
     Now I was stuck. The only way that I could get my cock back into
my underwear was to go to the outhouse and pull my cutoffs down to do
it. I realized that the way things were right then that my boner would
be just too obvious if I stood up to go to the john. By then it was
too late because both Pam and Melanie were coming back. 
     When Pam got closer, she smiled and hid the piece of wood that
she had found behind her back. I clamped my legs together, but that
did me little good because my dick was trying its best to reach the 45
degree angle that it liked to stand at when erect. To make the best of
the situation I nonchalantly placed my hand over the blatantly obvious
"flashlight" looking protrusion at the top of my cutoff pants leg.
When Pamela sat down on the bench seat she brought her hand from
behind her back and showed me the piece of wood. 
     "See Charlie! You can make a doll or something out of it, right?"
     What Pam had brought me was a three-forked piece of branch from a
pine tree. After I glanced at what Pam was holding, I looked into her
eyes and immediately saw the mischief there. I'm sure my readers
wouldn't be too confused if I told you that unless the third fork of
the wood was completely cut off, I could only make a male doll out of
it. Judging by the look in Pammy's eyes I'm sure that she had came to
the same conclusion also. 
     "Pam's so disgusting!" Melanie broke in. "She wants you to make a
boy doll out of it." Melanie put her finger on the smaller broken off
fork. "She said this could be his boner!"
     Pam let out a flabbergasted gasp and slapped her sister's hand
away. "Uh Uh! You're such a liar you little twerp!"
     Having done her damage Melanie ran off giggling. I had somehow
forgotten about my own dilemma during the exchange between the two
girls and was turning the branch in my hands to see what I could make
of it. My forgetfulness only lasted a second or two but I realized
that I was stuck. My first reaction was to drop the piece of wood and
slap my hand over the trouser snake trying to sneak out from my pants
leg. Doing that however would have done nothing but draw attention to
the situation. I decided to just play it cool so I picked up my pocket
knife and began stripping off the bark.
     It didn't take long for Pam's silence to become apparent. In my
heart I already knew why she was so quiet, but I just had to risk a
look. I quickly glanced up from my work and saw where her eyes were
riveted. A cold chill ran up my spine momentarily but it seemed all
was not lost. The look on her face wasn't disgust or fear, it was
interest. 
     Don't get me wrong though, I was still plenty embarrassed about
someone seeing my boner. It took quite a bit of effort for me to keep
my body from reacting the way that it wanted to, but I managed. When
Pam took a quick glance to my face to see if I had noticed where she
was looking I had just began again at stripping the bark off from the
wood. I looked around and saw that Melanie was bugging her brother,
apparently trying to get him to carve something for her like I was
doing for Pamela. As I looked back towards Pam she saw my movement and
momentarily looked me in the eyes. She quickly averted her eyes from
mine. A look of embarrassment and guilt spread over her face,
especially after looking up my cutoffs as she cast her gaze to the
ground. I felt even worse than she did because it was my idea in the
first place. 
     You might think how the two of us felt is a bit strange,
especially after reading stories from other authors. Sometimes adults
tend to forget how mysterious and frightening the world of sex can be
for the uninitiated. Both Pam and I were definitely among the
uninitiated. I'm sure that she had seen both her brothers in the nude,
but my sister was a lot older than I was, and I had never seen her
undressed. I had managed in my short life to see and feel a couple of
pussies, but that was when I was only 6 years old. I guess it's like
wanting something really bad like your own horse. The day your parents
take you to a riding stable and you realize that you have to climb on
top of the beast and ride it, it scares the shit out of you.
     That is until you're actually in the saddle and realize that
horses aren't flesh eaters like an alligator or a tiger. In my case,
once I got the hang of it everything was great. The stable hand told
me that horses can tell if you are scared of them and that you just
need to let them know who's the boss. Actually the poor horse that I
got to ride was too old to have any spunk left, but that's beside the
point isn't it?
     Pam knew that I was embarrassed and that made her ashamed to be
caught looking up my pants leg. Situations like that have a way of
flip flopping too and that's what happened to us. I was expecting Pam
to either scream and run away, or even worse to point and laugh. As we
sat there for a moment in utter silence, I realized that neither of my
worst fears was about to happen.
     It wasn't a conscious decision that I made to reach down and give
my boner a nonchalant scratch through the material of my shorts, but
that's what happened. By the time that Pamela's eyes traveled from the
ground to my scratching fingers then to my face, I had enough time to
compose myself. I answered her puzzled expression with a halfhearted
smile. Pam averted her eyes for a second then she snuck another quick
peek up my shorts. 
     I couldn't believe what had just happened. My best friend's
little sister had seen the head of my boner and didn't freak out. Call
it stupid but I thought the last thing that a girl wanted to see was a
guys woody. I equated boners with fucking and I guess I thought that
if a girl saw one she would figure that she was going to get raped or
something. A quick thought ran through my mind that my guardian angel
must have made me scratch my dick so that I would appear confident
when I was actually scared shitless. My smile was my own doing, but I
thought I was being apologetic. Maybe my angel added a little
something to that too. Anyway, my ego had just been given a big boost.
     Feeling like a new man, I began once again whittling on the
forked branch. 
     "How long do you want me to make this Pam?" I asked, placing the
blade of my knife against the middle fork of the branch.
     Pam gave me a long look then said, "Make it like when it's all
big and sticking out okay?"
     I knew better than to look in her direction. I just replied,
"Okay but it's supposed to be pointing up when it's like that. Not
downwards."
     "But that's not what...." 
     Pam realized what she was saying and stopped in mid sentence. She
had been giving my cock a long look, but she cast her eyes away and
her cheeks became flushed with embarrassment. I was beginning to
really enjoy watching her eyes as they kept darting to my dick. It was
a real boost for my ego, which in turn made me a lot braver than ever
before. 
     "Well..." I paused to think of a good way to broach the subject.
"Take it from someone who knows." I turned the stick upside down and
pointed to the part in question. "That's kinda how they stick out.
Um......Mine's kinda trapped right now."
     There! I laid it all out so she would know that it was okay by me
if she wanted to talk about what she had been stealing peeks at.
Pamela bit her lower lip and quickly turned her head away from me.
After a few seconds she seemed to make up her mind and turned her head
back around to look me in the eyes. I don't know whether I turned red
or not, but I could feel my confidence begin to crumble under her
scrutiny. It couldn't have been more than a second or two before I had
to break eye contact and look away.
     Out of my peripheral vision I saw Pam's head move slightly. My
mind's voice told me "That's what she was waiting for. She didn't want
you looking at her while she was looking at your cock!" My slightly
flagging erection sprang back to life and slithered upwards enough for
her to notice the movement. I had to do something to keep from getting
the jitters so I picked my knife back up and began to whittle once
again. Before long the two of us were conversing like we usually did.
Pam became more comfortable with the situation and surprised me by
putting her hand on the top of my leg right above my trouser snake.
She surprised me even more when she slid her hand down and gave my
boner a gentle squeeze. I guess her curiosity got the best of her.
     Yeah, I watched her hand move over to the elongated bulge along
the inside of my shorts. It sent a surge of energy that ran from my
brain down my spine. It almost shot right out the end of my dick as
come, and that was only when I realized what the might be doing. It
was both fortunate and agonizing for me that Pam took her time in
getting to her destination or I could have very easily goobered up her
blouse and arm with a load of teenage spunk. 
     I know that there just aren't that many girls out there who would
just reach out and grab a guy's whanger without first being persuaded
to do it. Of course there are many stories out there that seem to
suggest the opposite. It's kind of funny now that I think back on it.
Think of the usual scenario in a darkened movie theater where the boy
pretends to stretch then nonchalantly puts his arm around his date.
Once that little feat is accomplished without getting rebuffed he
slowly inches his way downwards until his fingers are ever so lightly
resting on the soft swell of flesh that is his target. Even the most
inexperienced boy knows better than to "Let his fingers do the
walking" like the yellow page commercials. All that would do is to
call attention to what his intentions are. It's a kind of learn as you
go game where one party is pretending that she doesn't notice what's
going on, and the other is both wondering and hoping that she both
knows and doesn't know what he's doing. If the girl actually knows
that one of her breasts are about to be felt up then everything's cool
because she hasn't stopped him. If she really don't know, well there
might very well be hell to pay when he reaches his objective. There
are subtleties at work that neither person probably realizes that
first time, like it's not a good idea to be obvious about getting to
the objective. After all, a girl has her values and doesn't want her
name to circulate around school that someone saw Bobby Buttmunch
copping a feel off her booby at the movies. 
     That's why I'll always cherish those memories of young Pamela.
She just wasn't your conventional girl. She was as nice and innocent
as could be, but she could also be bold when she set her mind to do
something. Like I told you before, Pam put her hand on my leg. She
left it in place until she summoned up enough courage to go on from
there. I in the meanwhile took the girl's role and pretended not to
notice. I also did my best to keep myself from blowing the whole deal
by giving her a blast of something that she hadn't planned on. 
     Pam said, "Hey you could make this bump a belly button. It's in
about the right spot."
     In the process, she lifted her hand off my leg to point out what
she meant then brought her back down and placed it a lot higher on my
leg.
     "Yeah!" I replied with a slight tremble in my voice. "It'd be an
outie instead on an innie though."
     "That's okay." Pam said, twisting her dick feeling hand palm up
for a moment then letting it go back into position. Outie's are cool
too."
     I can still bring back both the visual and physical memory of
Pam's hand turning upwards then back down and the tips of her fingers
lightly coming to rest right against the side of my crank. I had an
almost perfect view of the whole scene with only my hands and carving
in the way. The touch of her fingertips was so light that I could
barely feel them through the blue jean material of my cutoffs, but it
was exquisite. Now the energy that had stopped in my rock hard cock
turned into a pleasure pulse that returned to its source in my brain
leaving tingles all the way up my spine in the process.
     "I'm glad I don't have an outie. What about you Charlie?"
     Pam's question made me tear my eyes off from where her hand was
and look into hers. I read her thoughts through her expression. She
was asking me to not look at her hand, but into her eyes because it
was the only way that she would be brave enough to do what she wanted.
     "I (squawk).." I cleared my throat. I like your belly button just
the way it is. I mean...Uh..."
     Pam's thumb rested against the top of my cock and her fingers
pressed lightly into the underside. My cock throbbed in response to
her touch.
     "You'd look great.... Um with an outie too...I think, but...
innie's look better actually."
     Pamela broke eye contact and boldly looked up my cot off pants
leg. The head was only about an inch or so away from peaking out. I
was beginning to get that feeling in my cock and my raging hormones
demanded that I do something about it immediately. I fought against my
impulses for as long as I could, but her fingertips were walking and
pressing their way towards the most sensitive place. I set the carving
and knife down on the table top, reached down and pulled my pants leg
up as far as it would go.
     Pam pulled her hand away when I pulled the leg of my cutoffs up,
but she left it resting on the top of my leg. When she looked up at me
her expression told me that I had gone farther than she was
comfortable with.
     "I'm sorry Pam, but..."I said in a pleading voice. "It gets to a
point when...."
     I reached for the exposed end of my cock and milked out a large
drop of pre-cum. The head was an angry purplish color that glistened
as I spread the slick viscous fluid over it. A low soft moan escaped
my lips. I was so very close to the point of no return.
     Pamela resisted for a moment when I grasped her hand. She knew
what I wanted her to do and was just a little afraid. When she looked
into my eyes she knew how miserable I felt. My misery wasn't from
guilt, I was way beyond that. It was from being aroused for so long
without relief. 
     I felt her against relax the tension in her arm and I steered her
hand to my flesh. Pam watched in silence as I guided her fingers into
motion. The feeling of her pre-cum slickened fingers rubbing across
the sensitive underside of my cock was like nothing that I had ever
experienced before. My muscles went rigid and a moan escaped my lips,
then the rockets went off. I clamped my hand over hers and emptied my
loins with a quick succession of blasts.
     I released Pam's hand when I realized that she had been trying to
get away from me. As she jerked her hand free I saw a huge goober of
my spunk drop to the bench seat and flatten out. Pam jumped up from
the seat and stepped backwards then looked at the mess that I had
deposited on her hand. She shook off what she could then turned and
walked towards the river. After about twenty yards her steps quickened
then she broke into a run and disappeared. Both Dan and Melanie looked
up when they saw their sister leaving the campsite. Dan shrugged and
went back to his carving but Melanie got up and went after her big
sister.
     It hit me all of a sudden how much of a risk that I just had
taken. If Dan or Melanie would have come up on us during those last
few minutes, all hell would have broken loose. I got up off the
tabletop and wiped up the spot of splooge as best I could with my
foot. While my back was turned I reached into my cutoffs and
readjusted my cock then sat back down. I imagined Pam telling her
little sister all about what I had made her do, then Melanie telling
the rest of her family. I could see my whole world coming crashing
down on my shoulders.
     I was shook out of my thoughts by the closing of the trailer
door. Dan's parents had awoken from their nap and were ready to head
back home. Pam avoided me when she and her sister came back. Melanie
acted like normal, which lifted a tremendous burden off my shoulders.
     Dan's back was too sunburned to sit in the back seat so Melanie
and Pam sat with me so he could lie down in the back. After we were on
the road for about a half-hour darkness fell and Melanie went to
sleep. I whispered another apology to Pam and she smiled at me then
leaned against me and drifted off to sleep herself after I put my arm
around her.
     I would have been such a total bastard if I felt up her cute
little titties while she was asleep. Well sometimes a guy's gotta do
what he's gotta do doesn't he?

The End.

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