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    JZL11_08- Back In School, After Discovering Sex

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. 
               
Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff
Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000, 2001.


JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire
series at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzlstories.html, and more
of
year 11 at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzleleven.html



JZL11_08- Back In School, After Discovering Sex 
 (mff rom nosex, mf oral rom exhib) by Jeff Zephyr



At school on Monday we didn't talk about our weekend adventures, but
there was something exciting about being with them again.  Annie and
Sherry got together alone at the first recess, so I couldn't talk to
either of them privately right away.  Maureen and I and some other
friends played together and, though we shared intense looks, we
otherwise acted pretty much like we did last week, playing ball and
skipping rope.  At lunch, Sherry found Annie again, and they spent
more time talking, then the two of them got Maureen and me together on
the playground.  We went to the side of the school, in the shadow
where it was colder and windier, and where the rest of the kids
weren't nearby.  Annie teased "We'll have to get naked, all four of
us, in order to tell the story of what happened this weekend."

Sherry explained that she and Annie had talked a little bit about our
adventures, and the need to get naked in order to explain things. 
Annie said that she hoped we could do it soon because she was dying to
know what happened.

I dared not talk too much about sex, and the secrets we shared,
anywhere that others might hear.  Just saying that we'd get naked
together was scary enough!  We all tried to act normally, but it
wasn't easy.

It was cold again, and rainy.  And my sunburn was embarrassing which
didn't encourage me to get naked with Annie.  I really wanted to do it
again but getting naked in the cold rain didn't sound like a good
idea.  I was really "hyper" over this new relationship with my
friends.  The three girls seemed to be as well.  We talked together
often and I was sure we said things about sex which we didn't really
want others to overhear in school.  However, the circumstances didn't
give me a chance to get alone with them again.  Fortunately, our
sunburns weren't severe but the tan was noticeable -- but only to
someone who'd see us uncovered.

If we'd thought about it longer, we'd have made up code words for
things which we couldn't say in front of others.  As it was, when
talking about "that thing we did this weekend", we couldn't go into
details, and yet, we all wanted to better understand exactly how what
had happened, and how it all happened,  might affect our
relationships.   Sherry and Annie had worked things out between them,
and seemed to be satisfied with that, not sharing more of the details
with me.  The key thing was, they were OK with it, were both in love
with me (and Maureen was too, but that wasn't a worry for whatever
reason), and once we got private time again, we'd do more.

The next day, it was still cold, and we tried to keep calm, just
playing normally.  Walking home after school gave us a little chance
to chat, but Sherry's mom called her in.  Annie waited for me, but our
promise required us to get naked to discuss details and it was too
cold for that.  Even though I wanted to do it, I was still nervous
about the situation, and adding in freezing in the cold rain while
naked wouldn't help at all.  I did kiss her, a very short, hot kiss,
before saying goodbye.

On Wednesday, Sherry, Maureen, and I spent our lunchtime at the side
of the school, kissing.  We took turns, doing our real wet kisses,
while one of us stood guard in case someone came to spy on us.  This
may not seem so exciting, but it really was.  Almost as amazing as
having sex had been.  We hadn't done anything like this on school
grounds before, nor indicated our love with such actions, or said "I
love you" so often.  This wasn't true privacy, but it was good enough
and kissing felt great.  Annie left us alone, and wasn't yet willing
to kiss me at school, when I asked her later.  Having sex in private
was one thing, being in love in public was a totally different deal.

Maureen and Sherry even got a chance to kiss at school, with me
watching in case anyone came by.  I watched them do it, and felt very
happy, knowing that they were so happy doing this.  It made me horny,
too, but just being with them at school did that. 

Surprisingly, no one mentioned our activity as anything more than an
extension of the "crush" I had had on Sherry.  That was old news, not
a new situation.  We had been kissing friends for so long that no new
teasing came up.  Annie seemed to be hanging around me a lot, but even
that didn't draw a lot of attention.  The only tricky part of this
situation was that Sherry didn't seem jealous of Annie at all.  Why
Maureen seemed to be ignored in this relationship, I don't know, but
no one suggested that Maureen loved me, or even Sherry.  I felt a
little strange about that, having her treated as a shadow in our
relationship.  But I felt that somewhat myself, except that I knew for
sure that Sherry and Maureen were in love and they wanted that
relationship kept secret. Between us, it all seemed equal now.  I told
Maureen I loved her,  kissed her as often as I did Sherry, and we
three held hands as we'd walk home.

The four of us were talking on the playground, not about sex as such,
but just about school, and being friends, when a few others came by to
join us.  I'm not sure who steered the conversation there, but we
ended up talking about relationships and lovers. Sherry said "You
know, we can all be friends, or more, like, you know, 'Love should be
free; All the world needs is love.'"

Jan, who was a real hippie girl with tie-died shirts, no bra most days
(not that she had much need for it yet), jeans with patches and
hearts, a headband, the whole deal, joined in with this talk.  She
said, "It's really groovy that you are just such good friends and not
jealous of each other, you know, 'cause jealousy is a bad scene." 

Annie and Maureen sat by us three, and we had a great big group hug. 
Jan had acted like she liked me, too, though I had no thought before
of trying to do more.  Debra and Tom were there, not quite a couple
themselves, friends but not overtly romantic, and Deb had flirted with
me too;  joining in, hugging me very closely, then kissing me on my
cheek.  Jan topped that by kissing me on my lips, and then, Sherry,
Maureen, and then Annie all did that too.  Not wet kisses, just pecks,
but we were doing it in public, openly, letting everyone know we
thought it was OK for us to be doing this.

Jan looked hot to me and excited me with the look in her eyes as she
watched the other girls kiss me.  I felt that she wanted more than
just a light kiss, even if she wasn't going to say that in front of
everyone.  She acted sexy and appeared open about the subject, talked
about it and actually said "fucking" as an action, not an insult,
something that people just did for fun.  I imagined doing it with her
and that got me hard, right there on the cold playground. But that
thought was short-lived.  I had three girlfriends, which seemed like a
bit much for me to handle as it was.  It was best to have Jan as a
friend and not try to bite off more than I could chew. I felt that
Sherry and Maureen would be cool about it, if I did more, but I was
having a hard time getting used to having them as lovers, not just
friends.  A grand understatement -- I thought about them all the time,
as well as Annie. I wished we could do more than just talk around the
subject, and actually go and have sex again.  Sherry and Maureen were
doing it, I knew.  They'd slept over at Sherry's house all this week,
and Maureen said, "I wish you could stay over with us, but I can't
figure out a way to do that.  It doesn't seem fair."  Without
brothers, there was no way that I could wrangle a sleep over with the
girls, nor did trying it at my house seem practical.  There wasn't
room for easy sleep overs at my house anyway, in the crowded house, 
and having siblings, parents, and Auntie around would spoil it for bed
sharing.

I took some time this week to read through the books that my aunt had.
I looked at some of those belonging to my parents also, but hers had
much better explanations, more instructional information.  We talked
about this at school, quietly and without saying anything about
actually doing the things, and after school too.  Having had sex made
a lot of the discussions make more sense.  We'd managed OK, I thought,
at least, Sherry and Maureen and I had got orgasms out of it, and it
all seemed fun but I felt we could do better. Certainly I wanted to
make things work out better than they had with Annie so she'd want to
do it more.  And because I liked her, even loved her, I wanted to make
her happy.  I wished I had some more clues about how to work out all
these relationships.  The books mentioned open relationships and group
sex things, but nothing quite matched what I was in.  A
menage-a-trois, for sure, but what about me and Annie?  We were in
love too but she wasn't part of the others, not yet, except as a
friend.  It would have been so much simpler to just have sex together
and not think about being in love and how we were now lovers,
partners, and things like that.  But there was no way for me to think
otherwise.  I knew I was in love with all three, and that was all
there was to it.

I could have just asked them what they felt about it but, when I was
with them, I didn't feel confused at all.  No, all  I felt was love,
and lust, and happiness  about being with them.  Talking about how it
confused me to think about our relationships didn't seem necessary,
when we were simply being all happy together, friends and lovers.

I felt safe  saying "I love you."  The others did too, though we
didn't shout it out loud, or even say it often  on the playground, and
never inside school.  After school on Thursday, all four of us walked
home to Sherry's house, not talking too much about sex, or even being
in love.  Just holding hands, and that was a big deal, like it was
before.

"We can't talk about having sex at school," I said.  The others
quickly agreed,  we'd been avoiding it without having to make any
arrangements.  The talk this day came close to it, but without
spelling out that we'd done it!  Then, I added, "Someone might find
out!"

Sherry said, "If we're careful, no one will know.  Remember, Maureen
and I have been doing it since summer, and you didn't know it, right?"

"That's true.  And the stuff I've done with Jack, Cher, and my other
friends -- I'll tell you about some of that stuff later when we are
properly undressed -- you didn't know about that either?" I asked,
then started giggling.  It wasn't funny, but I couldn't help it, our
secrets were scary, and yet, we'd all managed to keep them so well. 
I'd talked about masturbating myself with them, but not the rest! 
They'd slept together since summer, and hadn't said a thing about it!

Annie kept quiet during this.  I felt sure she'd done something but,
if she wasn't going to open up about it, I could ask her later when we
were alone, naked in a private place.  She knew about sex, for sure,
but then, I knew a lot too.  It was me, after all, who'd first turned
our naked kiss into sex by licking her pussy.  I was afraid to reveal
how I'd learned to do that, and if Annie had secrets about her sexual
discoveries, I'd keep them as safe as my own.  Or even safer.

"Still," Maureen said, breaking the silence which had held our tongues
for a few moments, "We have to be careful about what we say,
especially at school!  I mean, it's OK that Annie knows things about
us 'cause she's done things too, but I just don't know.  If anyone
found out, especially our parents, we'd be dead.  Just dead, that's
all."

We all promised, cross your heart and all that, to keep quiet and keep
everyone's secrets.  That part was good.   Then, we kissed goodbye,
real sweet wet kisses.  Sherry and Maureen didn't kiss each other in
front of Annie, but they both held hands while watching Annie kiss me.
Even though that wasn't goodbye, because we were going to walk home
together, she insisted on kissing me right away, because the others
were getting kisses too.  That felt funny, being shared like a toy,
but it also made me feel better.  All three felt good doing this with
me, together, openly.  OK, not at school; we couldn't be quite so open
about our love there, but I knew that all three loved me and said so,
showing it with sweet kisses.

The sharing part was so perfect, just all being friends together with
no stress messing up our relationships, other than the need to keep it
all a secret. But honestly, that was so inherent in having sex for us
that we barely needed to think about it.  If I was a toy, a plaything,
at least I was one that they all loved and shared.  Sex was a
wonderful new game for me and I really wished we could get together
right away and do it some more.  As much as I enjoyed masturbating at
home, thinking about what had happened and what would come when we got
together again, it wasn't nearly as good as the actual event, us
actually making love together.

Not until Friday did I have a chance to do more than talk at school,
or while walking my friends home.  I wanted to do more but I didn't
find a chance to really try.  With Annie on Friday, she asked me to go
into the woods with her, so we could be alone and talk for a while. 
We talked about a lot of things, such as how I really loved Sherry and
Maureen, the stuff I had read in books about sex, and how much I
really liked her, and loved her.


"I love you, too," Annie said, then kissed me. 


"I really want to hear about the secret you have with Sherry   and
Maureen.  Sherry told me some stuff and said that we shared' a lot,
she, Maureen, and I, all together."  She hugged me very tightly, then
said, "We should get naked, so we can talk about it, OK?"

Now, Sherry and Annie had some private conversations, but at school I
didn't think they would have told every detail, in case someone
overheard.  I was sure, though, that Sherry had asked Annie abut
having sex,  confirming that we'd really done it and let Annie know
that us three had done it too.  I wasn't in on that part of things and
finding a place where we could all talk with privacy wasn't easy .

There was also the thing with Sherry and Maureen being together, which
Annie had hinted at, but with no  details.  It was up to me to let her
know what they'd really done, in front of me and with me.  I expected
Annie to be OK about that part, because she hadn't said anything at
all about the remark about them "doing it since summer," but that
didn't mean I wasn't nervous about it.

Girls sure seemed good at keeping secrets, and I was glad of that. 
But now, it was time for us to share our secrets.

It was still chilly, but at least it wasn't raining .  But it wasn't
as nice as our beach weekend, so we didn't spend time teasing as we
undressed.  We both simply stripped naked, quickly, putting our shoes
back on afterward.

Seeing Annie naked warmed me up inside, but even so, holding her close
was even nicer; hugging her, feeling her naked body against mine, and
kissing her, rather than merely looking.  We let our bodies press
together tightly but didn't do more than that.  Kissing her felt
wonderful, especially in the nude.  Yet our conversation had to come
first before we did more than this. I needed to know how Annie really
felt and she wanted to know what I wanted just as much.  We said this
between kisses, before I got around to telling my story.

I told her it as quickly as I could, trying to explain what happened
without going on too long.  She liked hearing how Maureen and Sherry
got naked and played- out what we'd done together.  When it got to the
part about them kissing each other, then making love as I watched, I
said, "You have to swear never to tell anyone else about that, even if
you get naked with them, OK?"

"I promise, I won't tell secrets.  But what is wrong with them liking
each other?"

"I don't know, but some people might not like it.  So we have to keep
it a secret."

Annie was cool about girls liking girls, and that was excellent. 
Maureen had hinted about this to Annie, and Sherry and Annie probably
talked some about it too, so it wasn't a total surprise.    But even
so, Annie thought that Lesbian love was good, and was happy for them
enjoying it often, just as I was.

Annie said, "I mean, I haven't really thought about doing it with a
girl, for real, but I'm cool with it. It's OK if they do that.  It
sounds like they had fun doing it." 

She giggled a little, and kissed me again.  That helped me ignore the
cold, which was good because I still had a lot to tell and I still
hadn't yet got around to asking Annie things I wanted to know.

Hearing that she liked Sherry and Maureen, and their relationship was
what I was hoping for, although later I learned that Sherry had a long
enough talk about this subject that I needn't have worried.  At the
time I was just greatly relieved that Annie wasn't going to somehow
get upset or disgusted or whatever about their love.



I felt more casual with Annie this time, not so much nervous
excitement as I'd felt last week, excited to merely be naked with her.
It was still awesome doing this, I still got terrifically turned on,
and my hard-on obviously showed that to Annie.  But I was confident,
now that I knew what to do.  Knowing that I wanted to have sex, not
just play naked or whatever else short of it, and that Annie wanted to
do it with me too.

We kissed, and it seemed like I was getting better at it.  Or else, I
was just less nervous.  We rubbed our bodies against each other,
letting our sex organs touch.  We did this for a short while, before
the chill made other activities seem necessary.


Annie said, "It sure is cold," shivering, even though our bodies were
touching for warmth.  My own sexual excitement was dampened,
noticeably, by the cold.  Despite the warm kisses, and the heat of my
desire for Annie, the chill was getting to me.  I didn't want to get
dressed, but just talking wasn't going to keep us warm.  Even having
sex might not do it.  I had an idea, though, for how to get warmed up
for more action.

"We could run around for a while, that would warm us up," I said.

"Naked through the woods?  Kind of like what you did with your friend
Debbie?"

"Yeah, it will be fun.  It is, well, what I was thinking about the
last time we were here, before all that other stuff happened."

"Ok, let's go," Annie said.  With that, she ran off, and I chased
after her, loving the view of her naked behind.

We followed the paths we knew through the little woods, some of which
ran out near the streets, not into the open but still possible to see
in and out, if someone was in the right place.  The main street
running past it was busy  and there were houses all around, except
towards the railroad tracks.  On that side, there was more cover, but
also factories where workers just might be in the right place to see
us.  We were laughing, chasing each other, not making a lot of sound
nor talking, but not acting as though we were trying to hide our
nakedness either.  I just didn't care, not today.  It felt great to be
running naked with Annie, no matter what else happened.

Running naked reminded me of my time with Debbie.  Annie didn't look
much like Debbie, other than both having obviously girlish bodies, but
the feeling of being with Annie, just playing, with no immediate
desire for sex or anything else, made me wonder what would have
happened with Debbie.  If I had stayed living on the farm, I thought,
'I'd have figured out how nice sexual touches and kisses felt, and I'd
have done that with her.  I'd have shown my Debbie what I'm about to
do with Annie.'

Neither of us talked while running naked.  I'm not sure what Annie was
thinking, but we both kept looking at each other as we ran, taking
turns chasing, and my thoughts seemed to be making me warmer than just
our physical exertions could explain.  Watching Annie's lovely naked
body, her nipples hard and her bare pussy and ass on display, was
wonderful.  When we stopped for a moment, Annie grabbed my dick in her
hand, and gently tugged, leading me back to our secret hollow.  There
in our "fort," the cardboard boxes, dead branches, and undergrowth
would conceal us, so we'd feel safe, despite being naked outdoors. 
Her touch made my dick harden, but I didn't mind her holding onto it
as we walked back.

"Did Debbie and you do stuff like this, touching while you played
around in the woods?" Annie asked me.  Then, without waiting for an
answer, she asked, "I know you like me, but did you really want to, uh
. . .   do stuff with me, instead of Sherry?  I mean, you and Sherry
and Maureen sounded like real lovers, really in love, and I know
you've been . . . "

Annie would have kept on talking, I was sure, but I felt her confusion
too, and had to say what I felt, now, before she went too far.  We
hadn't got past just "liking"  each other, being very close friends of
the opposite sex, and now we were in love.  At least, I loved her,
and, well, it was time to make that clear.

"Annie, wait a minute?  I love you, and Sherry and Maureen too.  I'm
glad all this happened, but I didn't expect it.  I liked Debbie a lot,
too.  We didn't kiss, not like you and I did, but I thought about her
a lot, and figured that I would have.  After I moved back into the
city, I missed her, but you were nice to me, and so were Sherry and
Maureen.  If I had stayed with Debbie, I think I would have kissed
her, you know, everywhere like I did with you, to make her feel good. 
I love you, Annie.  I love kissing you too, and I love kissing your
pussy, too."

I'm not sure if that was really a romantic statement or commitment,
but it was a serious offer and Annie smiled at me, looking very happy
about it.  She said, "I love sucking and licking on your dick, too, it
is so nice.  I want to do it right now, OK?  Can you stick around for
a while, so you can do me too, after?"

"Yes, mom knows I might need to do school projects and stuff like
that, so that's OK.  I told her I might need to stay after school or
work with someone else, you know, this week, just in case we could get
together."

"That's good.  Jeff?"  Annie asked me, getting my attention with her
breathless tone.

"What, Annie?"

"I love you, too, really.  I've liked you for a while, and when you
got that crush on Jody, well, I was jealous or something.  I knew that
you and Sherry were tight, and that seemed different.  Anyway, you
were always nice to me, and I liked thinking about playing naked with
you, and doing stuff.  Maybe not sex, well, I guess I did that too
because it is so much fun doing it with you.  I'm glad we did it!"

She motioned for me to lay down, and I did that, on my back on our
coats and clothes, more comfortable than the last time.  I spread my
legs wide, so she could easily kneel between them, and she did just
that.

"This is just so nice, so sweet," Annie said, right before she put her
mouth on my dick, running her lips and tongue along it, licking at it,
rubbing it between her hands while she sucked the tip inside.  The
sensations were awesome, and, combined with the stimulation of our
naked run and how much I'd been thinking about having sex with Annie
this week, her intense actions quickly brought my orgasm to the brink.

Suddenly, I realized that maybe Annie would want some warning, maybe
even a choice not to swallow my come, or even get my semen inside her
at all.  I know she seemed to like it, but Maureen didn't.  If I was
going to ask, it would have to be right away, and even thoughts like
this, worrying about offending my first lover, weren't doing much to
slow it down.

"Annie, you don't need to keep your mouth on my dick, or swallow it
when I come," I told her, softly.

Annie mumbled something, without taking my dick from her mouth, and
even though I  couldn't understand it,  the sensation was very
exciting.  She sucked even harder on my dick, rubbing my balls softly
with one hand while stroking the base of my shaft with the other, and
in no time at all, I came right inside her mouth.  She got all of it
inside this time, swallowing it.  Then, she licked my dick clean, a
wonderful, gentle sensation which I really liked, soft kisses and
gentle caresses.

"That is so good, Annie, I loved that."

"I love doing that, it is so hot, feeling you inside my mouth. 
Feeling you shoot it inside, that is good too, like squirting frosting
or something like that.  It's tasty, too, I love how you taste, Jeff. 
You don't need to ask me about that part, it just is, your dick tastes
good."

"You're tasty too, Annie.  And so are Sherry and Maureen.  Girl
pussies are just delicious!"

"When I touch you and lick you, I feel it in me, in my pussy, almost
like you are touching me.  Do you feel that too, when you do me?"

"I think so.  But let's find out!"

We switched places.  I lay down, trying to be more comfortable than
kneeling when I put my face into her pussy.  My sexual fires were
temporarily out and I noticed the cold around us, wanting to hurry
this along.  But I also wanted to treat Annie as nicely as I could, as
she had done for me.  Her pussy looked so sweet and wet, not just with
sweat from our run.  I licked, lightly, all over it, tasting her.

"Yummy, you're so sweet, Annie," I said, excitedly.  It wasn't a
sugary sweetness like candy, but there was something sweet in her
flavor, delightfully delicious, and not the same as Sherry or Maureen
even though they were girls and about the same age.  Annie directed my
licking by moving her hips around and, when she pushed her clit into
my mouth, I left it in there and sucked on it, licking it rapidly and
flicking my tongue across it.  I sucked on it hard, as Annie had done
on my dick.  She moaned, then squealed and sighed (sounds of pleasure
I hoped) and I kept on doing it, making her cry out more.  I was glad
that I could give her pleasure and very happy that it hadn't taken too
long to get there.  She let me do that to her for a while, crying in
joy, before wiggling her clit out of my mouth.  At that point, I
guessed that it was time for slower, softer attention, and I gently
kissed her pussy, light licks and kisses, as she lay back panting.  I
wasn't sure if I'd felt what she had, but I was as lost in the
sensations of her body as she seemed to be.

Suddenly, we both seemed to realize that we were naked and freezing,
as we both got up at the same time, shivering.  I held onto Annie and
helped her stand.  We hugged and kissed, deep and long.  I could still
taste her pussy in my mouth, and she tasted of my come in hers.  It
felt great to share this between us, each other's flavor in our
kisses.  But even our nice hug and body contact didn't drive away the
cold.

"We should get dressed, before we freeze to death," I told Annie.  She
agreed.

Then, Annie added, "It would be nice to fuck again, but I hope it gets
warmer soon.  I really wanted to do it again with you.  All this week
I kept thinking about it."

We got dressed, and talked more, promising to get together more next
week, even if it was still cold.

"I love you, Jeff.  This is the sort of thing I think about, when I
touch myself at home.  Remember when we watched the little naked girl
at the window?  I felt it then, that we could be together, should be
getting naked and kissing and things like that.  I'm so glad that
Sherry is so cool about this sharing and all."

Then, she kissed me and hugged me tight.  I was glad to hear that
part, that she loved me.  I didn't know how to ask it, and even though
we'd both said it, I already had this idea that "I love you" wasn't
the same thing to everyone.  It wasn't even having sex, because Sherry
and Maureen and I said it before that happened between us.  I didn't
count saying it to mom and dad as the same thing, either.  No, with
Annie, I felt that it meant that she wanted to be with me, my very
good friend, touching and holding and trusting, like we were today. 
Our kisses were warming me up, though having clothes on (and our
coats) probably helped too.  I was so happy, knowing that Annie and I
were in love, and that everything was OK with that.  No horrible
teasing, and definitely, no trouble from our parents about what we'd
done.

I said, "I love you too!  I'm so glad, so happy, that we're together,
and that we got to talk and make love."

We kissed again, then we left, walking homeward.  I knew that I had
more to say and things to ask about, but it was hard to find the right
words.  Kissing and making love expressed my feelings fine.  They were
sure great ways to say "I love you," but there were questions about
how we felt, how she felt about sex, what she had done, and what I'd
done.  I knew that I had only covered the recent thing with Sherry and
Maureen, and almost nothing about the rest.  I felt that Annie had
more to tell about her discovery of sex, and I still didn't know why
she decided to fuck me.  Then again, she hadn't asked me why I did it
to her, or licked her pussy without being asked.  I don't know if I
knew why I'd done it, except that I wanted to touch her, to make her
feel good, and knew it would do that.  Maybe that was all there was to
it for both of us; natural desires, coupled with a fine friendship,
and enough knowledge of what to do to make it work.

When I got home, Mom still bugged me about coming in late, and I
figured that I'd need an excuse for more than just this one time.  I'd
already told her I might have some extra credit stuff, so I made up a
story about a big project, which would keep me after school or at the
library every day for at least a week or two. I'd had a lot of those
lately anyway, of one sort or another, and my school grades were
excellent.  Finally, I got something more out of my good school
situation than just a nice report card.



It was a cold, rainy spring weekend.  I had no chance to get together
with the girls, and spent some time reading through the books I had
available.  I wanted to understand this new feeling and make things
work better.  I was very disappointed, almost depressed in my
unhappiness.  As cool as it was to be with Annie on Friday, I really
wanted time with Sherry and Maureen.


Complications with the secret of sex:

This interest didn't go unnoticed by my oldest sister.  The books were
in the room she shared with Auntie, and while I tried to conceal my
actions from the adults, I didn't try to do so from my brother and
sister.  I told Cher I wanted to understand this sex stuff better so
that I would be able to treat my girlfriends nicer when I had the
chance to do it.  She seemed to accept that but decided to hang around
while I read them, looking over my shoulder, and asking questions. 
With her bare pussy often on display under her dress, this was a
little distracting.  But at seven, she was still too young yet for me
to really want to try to do more with her.  Still, a live pussy, even
a young one, added excitement to my studies and helped to keep my dick
hard while I read.  I felt safe doing this with her, sharing my
explorations of the ways of having sex, in words and pictures, without
doing it with her or revealing how much I'd done with my friends.  It
was OK for her to know that I wanted to do it and I wasn't lying about
that part. I didn't lie about what I'd done, either.  I simply didn't
tell her that.  Her pussy wasn't that much different from the other
girls, either.  No hair around it yet, but only Maureen had much of
that.  I wondered if she could have orgasms yet, and asked her, "When
you touch yourself, on your pussy, does it feel really, really good? 
I mean, the way it does when I touch myself?  Girls don't shoot out
white stuff, semen, I know that part.  But . . . "

Cher reached down between her legs, and rubbed her pussy, right across
the slit, lightly touching the rise in the middle.  My train of
thought stopped, watching her explore her sensations.  She sighed, and
then said, "It feels nice, you know?  But I don't know about, um,
orgasms, like the books said.  I like scratching there, rubbing, but
it is just nice."

"Maybe I could rub you, and see if I could make it feel really good?"
I asked her.  I hadn't petted her seriously in a long time, and
strange as it might seem, all I was thinking about was making her feel
good, and wanting to satisfy my own curiosity. My girlfriends at
school were who I wanted to have sex with, not my baby sister.

Cher solved the problem neatly, saying, "No, thanks.  That's OK."

"OK for me to ask?  Maybe you'll feel it more when you get older.  I
know that my girlfriends do, because we've talked about it, and they
touch themselves like that, to feel really good.  Just like me, and
how Jack sometimes does now."

If Cher had said yes, I think I would have tried my best to touch and
lick her to orgasm.  I owed her, for showing me how good a blow job
felt, and though I'd apologized for the outcome, she'd made me feel
wonderful that one time, spurring my desire for sex with a lover, not
just by myself.

I said, "Lay down, let me rub your back.  That will feel nice, and I
do want to do something to make you feel good, OK?"

"Sure," she told me.  I'd rub her back, or feet, or neck, and she'd do
the same to me, as we'd cuddle together.  There wasn't anything sexual
in that part at all, even if sometimes the relaxation would make me
get hard.  I rubbed her back, down to her butt, and massaged there.  I
didn't think of that as sexual, and I was only touching the cheeks,
not between them.  Down her legs, to her feet, which I rubbed and
softly stroked, trying not to tickle her.

There was no one in the house who'd interrupt us that day, which is
one reason we'd been in her room reading sex books.  Cher seemed to be
enjoying my touches and wanted more.  She asked me, "Pull my dress
off, please, and do that again on my bare skin back, OK?  But don't go
by my pussy."

I could see her pussy just fine, under the dress, but hadn't come near
to touching it.  Her mentioning that made me think about doing just
that.  I was very horny now, hard and ready to do something about it. 

Cher sat up, making it easy for me to get her dress off, leaving her
naked on the bed.  I'd seen her naked before, often, and even rubbed
her back while she was naked.  The only difference this time was that
it reminded me of sex with my girlfriends, which I wasn't having this
weekend.

She lay back down on her back, legs slightly spread, but not wide
open, and I could see her slit nicely, the same spot which I knew
tasted so good when I licked the other girls there.  I rubbed my way
up her legs, caressed and kneaded her butt and, despite temptation,
left her pussy untouched and rubbed her back.  She fell asleep and I
quietly put the books away, covered her up, and left here there.  And
went into my room and jacked off, taking only a moment to come.  I was
glad I didn't stay in her room because her sleeping naked body was
really getting to me.  Once I got off, it was easier to think about
what happened.  I knew that I wasn't in love with Cher, not like with
my girlfriends.  Seeing her naked was great and I'm sure she loved
seeing me and Jack that way.  But doing more than that, actually
having sex together, seemed too much.  I was OK with some
experimenting and play, but now I had real girlfriends and that was in
the past, done with.  Still, I felt sure that Cher would grow up to
have fun just like me and my friends, enjoying her pussy a lot.


I didn't tell my brother all of what had happened, but I did mention
that I had gotten naked with my girlfriends, and that I had fun doing
it.  I couldn't hide the sunburn on my butt, but made him promise not
to tell anyone.  He asked me what it was like, having sex, and I tried
to explain it, without making it clear that I had really done all
those things.  I showed him one of the books I was looking at, and he
got his own chance to get more book learning about these things.  But
he wasn't interested, yet, in really doing much with this knowledge.

I disliked not telling him more about it.  I was afraid to tell
anyone.  I didn't expect that he'd tell anyone but I needed to figure
out my own feelings and work out what I'd discovered with, and about,
my friends.  Adding another person to that would only complicate
things.  My discussion with Jack, even though it was hypothetical,
however, covered almost everything except the names of the girls
involved.  I think that Jack knew it was real, at least in part, but
played along with my "pretend fantasy sex game" without complaint. 
Both of us got turned on talking about it and we lay in bed together
naked, cuddling and rubbing, before going to our separate beds to
finish up.  Unlike me, Jack didn't always come from doing that to
himself but this time it happened and it was very nice to hear   his
sounds of pleasure from the bunk above me, even as I made my own.



My last complication was my best friend Jimmy.  This was something
really worth sharing with a best friend, but it was also something
that I had promised to keep secret.  Since Jimmy didn't go to our
school, he wasn't going to spill this secret to our friends.  But that
didn't mean that I could simply tell him everything.  When we got
together that weekend, I talked to him about girls and sex, but I
didn't mention that I had actually tried these things out.  I wanted
to share this but I was worried that it might cause problems.  I
decided that I should ask my girlfriends before bringing anyone else
in on our secrets.

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