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 JZL11_09: The Next Week   When Can We Do It Again?

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) 2001.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

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




JZL11_09B (part two of two): The Next Week -- When Can We Do It Again?
(mf mff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr


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Our talking about sex at school didn't go completely unnoticed.  We
weren't the only kids to have expressed some interest in this kind of
stuff before at school.  Only in theory though. None of us had the
opportunity to actually try our sex education out.  No one had made
any overt comments or teased anyone about it, which was excellent.  I
have no idea how I would have handled that, but I lived in dread of
being caught doing sex, or just having the fact that we'd done it get
found out.  I was more relaxed about it now, and more careful talking
about it at school, and so were the others. 

Jan came over by us four at lunchtime on the playground, and brought
up getting naked at school, again.  It was getting warmer again, and
that made the idea seem practical and exciting.  I didn't think we
could really do it but it would be fun to try it.  Paul and Karen,
twins (obviously not identical) who were friends of ours, stopped by
and said, "That it would be fun, wouldn't it." 

I'm not sure which one said that, but both finished the sentence and
we all laughed, because that seemed like a thing that twins would do. 
They were both very fair, with light blonde hair and blue eyes, like
the kids in the "Village of the Damned" movie.  But we knew them well,
and there wasn't anything spooky or frightening about them, despite
their similar appearance.  It was less similar now, because Karen had
noticeable breasts and more curves in her body, but it was still in
their faces. Like little angels in paintings, or something like that,
a kind of cuteness which wasn't just about sex, or even just the
ordinary attractiveness that kids seem to have.

That started a discussion about sex.  I'd talked with friends before
about the subject, but not such a big group.  And not a mixed boy-girl
group either - Sherry and Maureen and I were the only real exception,
and that had progressed beyond just talk.  It wasn't quite the same as
truth or dare because we didn't ask for any dares.  We talked about
sex, marriage, masturbation, and what we thought of these things.  Sex
acts were talked about as well, oral and intercourse, menstruation
(not a thing that the boys really wanted to talk about, but we did
listen) came up, and I really didn't want our intimate conversation to
end.  But the bell rang, and we had to go in.  We didn't get up right
away and for a while I was worried that someone might tell what I had
said I was willing to do regarding sex, which was everything.  No one
really complained about our coming in late together except our
teacher, but I was embarrassed.  I had a hard-on from the
conversation, and though it didn't bother me when we were talking
outside, I felt strange when I came in.  As if everyone could tell. 
But no one mentioned it, and the day went on just as usual. Part of
the embarrassment was why I felt excited.  Karen looked sexy, and her
asking about sex, and saying that it sounded like a cool thing to do,
got to me.  I wanted her, though it was again just desire, not a true
longing to do it for real, given that I had three girls to do it with.
But I couldn't help the feeling, it just happened.

Having two sets of girl friends was a complicated relationship.  Annie
didn't seem to have an interest in sex with girls, only boys, so
taking her along with Sherry and Maureen didn't seem like a good plan.
When I asked them about having a sleep- over with Annie at Maureen's,
they said that if anyone found out about their relationship there
would be problems.  If Annie were really interested in making love
with girls, it might be interesting, and then we all could share the
secret.  But I asked Annie about such relationships, and she simply
wasn't interested, or so she said then.  We dropped any plans for them
to get together outside of school.

But all four of us talked about the scheduling in our relationship. 
Annie could easily get together with me on the way home and, as she
lived much closer to my house than the other two,  it would be much
easier to get alone with her.  Weekends were much better for the other
two to have time alone with me, and so we made this deal: Annie was
free to play with me all week, and the other two had dibs on me for
the weekend.

It seems odd, looking back on it, that we came to this arrangement
without much argument, and that none of us thought that sharing was a
strange thing to do.  There was no pressure to go steady with a girl
you liked, or to have only one girlfriend, or even any romantic
friends at this age.  Our leap into a sexual relationship didn't seem
to change our friendships much at all, and we still played the same
playground games, played with toys when visiting at home, and pretty
much had a normal kid's relationship, except when we were alone
together. That felt very strange.

It still felt weird, to think about sex with my friends and then go
jump rope, play hopscotch, kick the ball around, and otherwise be just
like any other sixth graders. Having sex made me feel more grown-up,
but since Sherry and Maureen had been doing it for a while and I'd
been doing things which, if not full intercourse, were still
definitely sexual, for about the same amount of time, I realized that
there was no magical difference in us.  Just a new way for us to play
together, a wonderful new way.  It didn't mean we couldn't still be
kids or had to suddenly act totally different.  Acting normal at
school was part of our cover, of course.  Once we'd decided to avoid
talking openly at school, it became easier to get into playing our kid
games as usual, without thinking about sex quite as much.  I'm sure
that the others were just as caught up in the sexual fire as I, but
overtly, we acted as though we weren't, while at school.

For this first couple of weeks after our shared first times, we were
trying to get together all the time, and we couldn't make it happen
easily.  We really wanted to have sex with each other!  Especially
Sherry and Maureen and me, who wanted to do more with me, being with a
boy instead of just girls.  By the time we were, this "honeymoon"
relationship had faded and we were worried that other people would
think that we were weird to be into sex when most of the kids acted
"grossed out" over the activities discussed in sex education classes. 
We still held hands, and kissed, but not too much at school itself. 
We waited until we were alone before we talked about this at all.  But
still, some of the other kids had listened to our earlier
conversations, and that would have an effect later.


Getting together with Annie was easier than with my other two
girlfriends.  Monday after school, Annie and I stopped in the woods to
kiss and talk.  It was raining, too cold to get naked comfortably. 
But under a tree, we cuddled close, rubbing each other through our
clothes, under our coats, as we kissed.  We talked between kisses,
still touching, about what we wanted to do and how we felt.  After
last Friday, I felt safe sharing secrets, and I loved this time with
Annie even if we couldn't strip naked and have sex.  Or make love.  I
think that what we were doing was making love, more than just having
sex.

I petted Annie's pussy through her jeans and tried to slip my hand
inside to touch her directly.  She had her hand on my pants, rubbing
my dick, making it hard, and she noticed me trying to get my hand on
her sweet spot directly.  "Let me help you with that," she said, and
undid her pants, sliding them and her panties right down, wiggling
until they stopped at her ankles

I knelt between her legs, accepting her invitation (which I'd asked
for with my fingers), and licked her pussy, eating her out hard.  It
was wonderful, doing that again, even though it had only been three
days since we'd done it last.

Interrupting my pussy eating, Annie said, "Let me do that to you,
please?"

She didn't pull her pants up or off, but just wiggled and hopped
around with them clumped around her ankles, as she slid my pants down
the same way.  Then, she motioned for me to sit, instead of standing
as she'd done.  One hand between her legs, one hand around my dick,
she was all set to eat me up until I came, enjoying herself doing it. 
I hoped that my pussy licking felt as nice as her dick licking because
she was making me feel great!  Warm licks, sucking me inside, holding
and rubbing all my exposed skin with her fingers, soon she was eating
me up literally.  Neatly swallowing it all  without spilling anything
that I noticed, then kissing me afterward, still bare-bottomed with
her hand on her bare pussy, one finger pressed inside.

I was gloriously happy to be with her again, after our weekend
separation.  I'd have been with Sherry and Maureen if I could have
gotten together with any of them over the weekend, and I missed being
able to get together with them too.  But being with Annie was perfect,
for today.

Annie said, "It's too cold," interrupting my bliss-induced thoughts. 
She pulled her pants back up.  I didn't yet, even though I was cold
too.                                          I asked, "Did you
orgasm? I wanted to do that for you."  I didn't think that she had,
though with her fingers touching her clit she might have, even while
giving me one.  Thinking of that made me want to watch her do it, pay
more attention to what she was doing to herself.  I just couldn't do
that when she was touching me so nicely.  I barely was aware of
anything other than her touches on my sexual spots, until it was over.

Annie answered, "I'll do that when I get home.  It is just too cold
and wet.  I'm all chilly and goosebumpy."

She buttoned her pants, closed her coat, and I pulled my pants up
again.  We hugged and kissed for a little while more, then I said, "I
love you, I really missed you." 

"I love you too," she answered, kissing me again.  I didn't want to
let her go, but we had to get home, do homework and chores, and all
the rest of our usual stuff.

"Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!  I hope it gets warmer," Annie said,
running off.  I went home, thinking of her touching herself, making
herself happy thinking about me.

Tuesday, it was no longer raining, but it was still chilly.  I said,
"Let me make an orgasm for you.  This time, I really want to make you
happy first Annie, before me."

It took a while, and the wind picked up enough to make her naked
bottom chilly, even with our coats placed for shelter.  She was laying
down, pants down a little, legs spread, so I could lick and eat her,
and this time, I kept it up, rubbing her legs to warm and stimulate
them as I kissed, licked, and sucked on her pussy.  She guided her
clit to my mouth, wiggling her bottom, and that was my cue to keep on
it until she came.

I kissed her after that, holding her bare behind for a minute, before
the chill made her pull her pants back up.  When she tried to pay me
back, I was the one who was too cold to relax enough to enjoy it.  But
just being with Annie, kissing her and making her feel joy, was
enough.  Kissing her was so sweet, and after I convinced her to let me
cover up, we did that for a long time, on lips, cheeks and neck,
before saying goodbye and "I love you" again.

On Wednesday, it was a little warmer, and I got the idea to try
pants-dropping sex with Sherry and Maureen, rather than waiting for
more private time on the weekend.  Annie agreed to that plan right
away, knowing that I hadn't had a naked time with them at all for over
a week, and she'd had the last two nights,  plus a great time last
Friday.  That didn't work out  as well as I'd hoped, but it was still
very good.

Thursday, it was even warmer, a sign of real spring coming, when we
could be outside naked more.  Warm enough that Annie and I could get
naked again, with shoes on like we'd done on Friday.  We kissed and
hugged, rubbing all over our naked bodies, touching them together.  I
liked this much better than just dropping our pants, and she was so
beautiful to look at naked.  Centerfold girls in the magazines had
breasts which showed easily, and hair on their pussies (I'd seen some
pictures of women who shaved it, but most magazines didn't show that
kind of thing), while Annie wasn't much different in body than a boy,
other than her nipples, plump and pink, and  the bare slit between her
legs.  But I knew that it wasn't hair on her pussy that I liked
playing with or tasting, and she loved rubbing our nipples together,
making mine stiff, if not as long and full as hers.

"Thank you for letting me have time with Sherry and Maureen, Annie," I
said.  "It was really nice, even though we got interrupted before we
could finish."

"Interrupted?  Caught, or just . . . "

"No one saw us, but some older boys came by, and we heard them and got
dressed quick.  But I didn't get to make Sherry feel as good as she
and Maureen did me."

I told her about that, and some  other thoughts I'd had  Then I told
her about what I'd done with Jack and Cher.  We were both naked now,
and I trusted her.  I wanted to know her secrets, and telling her mine
seemed only fair.                                                   
However, it was still not so warm that standing around naked was
enough to keep us comfortable, and talking about this made me hot.  I
wanted to do things to Annie like I'd done with Sherry, and I did. 
Slow, gentle licks, speeding up until she came hard in my mouth, her
body shaking.  I loved how that felt, her body wriggling under me,
holding her legs and trying to keep my lips in place.

Then, she sucked on me until I came in her mouth.  She kissed me
after, laying on top of my body, pulling my coat over us.  It wasn't
enough to really cover us, but it was warmer, and her kisses were
sweet and hot.  The taste of my come was something I took for granted
in her kisses now, after I came.  I loved kissing her, and I loved how
it felt to come in her mouth.  She really loved to have my come in her
mouth.  She didn't even swallow all of it, but held it there so we
could share the flavor.

Her wet pussy rubbed my wet, but by now soft, cock, adding warmth to
our kisses.  A promise of more action there later.  I pulled her coat
up over us so we could lay and cuddle naked for a while, just kissing
and relaxing together.

Annie said, "I wish we had more time, so we could do more today,"
sighing in disappointment.  I haven't had my first period yet, so it
should be safe to do it ... I think.  And I just want to do it again."

She reached between our legs, and pushed my soft dick into her pussy,
rubbing it against her clit, downward until it entered her vagina.  If
she'd kept that up, I'd have been ready to do more.  It was hardening
under her touch, even though I'd just come.  We both wanted that.  I
loved how it felt, her pussy swallowing my dick, my body going into
hers, and our bodies touching like this as we did it.

Now that I knew more than our first try, only two weeks back, I wanted
to do it again, and make it even better.  It wasn't long ago, but it
seemed to mark a major change in our lives and relationships. 

Annie just lay against me, my dick in her, but not stiff, and I let
myself drift along in these kinds of thoughts.  I loved her, and
because of her, I'd made love with Sherry and Maureen.  We all took it
for granted that we'd have sex again and again.  There wasn't any
doubt that we all wanted it.

We talked about this now, Annie and I.  How much Sherry and Maureen
wanted me, and missed being with me, and how I missed them, even
though I could see them in school every day.  How much I loved her,
and missed her the same way.

"It is just so super-terrific great neato keeno," I said, giggling,
because I didn't know what word to use for how I felt, "to be with you
like this, playing naked, having sex.  Making love with you is the
best thing ever."

"I know, it is.  It's a school night, Jeff.  And I have to go home,
even though I want to just stay with you a while more."

"I know.  Me too.  I have to get home too."

"Tomorrow, if it doesn't rain, we can stay longer.  I told my mom that
I had a library project to do, so we could stay out late without
coming home.  I want a long time with you, so we can do it again."

I knew that Annie meant fucking when she said "do it."  I laughed at
that, because she had no trouble saying "I want to fuck you" before
she was doing it with me the first time.  Then, I had to explain what
I was laughing at.

"I've been so used to practicing not saying that word to anyone,
especially at school.  I think Jan is right, it is a lovely word, for
a lovely thing to do. I love you, Jeff," she said, as she got up off
me.

"That's so cool, Annie."  Then, because Annie had been thinking ahead
to plan to do this with me, and I had too, I explained, "I told my mom
the same kind of thing, so I can stay out late tomorrow."

We got dressed quickly and left, because we really had spent a long
time here naked and cuddling, with no clue as to how long it was. 
Next time, I'd bring a watch along so I'd have some idea of how long
we had before we had to leave for home.

Sherry and Maureen talked about getting together with me on Saturday
and we made plans on the playground at lunch on Friday.  "By the lake
again, if it is warm enough.  But we went looking for places, and
found a treehouse which could be fun, if it isn't warm enough for
swimming," Sherry told us.  None of us said what we planned to do.  It
was just as though we were getting to play, like we'd always done.

Annie said, "That is so cool.   I'm going to get with Jeff too, to do
it again, do stuff and, you know?  It is so nice that you'll get to be
with him to this weekend."

"It will be, I really missed getting together with you, Jeff," Maureen
said.

Annie leaned over close to us, pulling us in close so she could
whisper, and not be overhead.  She whispered, shocking me because we
were on the playground, in the open, "Friday is for Fucking. 
Remember, kids, F stands for Fridays and Fucking."

We laughed, all except for Maureen, who either didn't hear it or was
worried or upset about it.  Sherry whispered in her ear, and her best
friend and lover laughed and smiled with us. We were all giggling, up
and happy about making our plans to have sex together this weekend. 
Friday for Annie and I, Saturday for Sherry and Maureen to spend time
with me again.  Making these plans this way at school was scary in
some ways, but very exciting in others.  I felt so wonderful, knowing
that my three girlfriends all wanted me!

After school, we talked more before leaving the playground.  It was
colder than we'd like for swimming but Sherry and Maureen described
the wooden platform they'd found in the woods near the lake.  An 
treehouse was old but still solid enough, as they had climbed up and
checked it out.

"It's away from the park and the beach, and no one has used it in a
long time.  We cleaned it up a little, but the roof is mostly gone,
the boards in the walls too.  Vines and leaves cover it up pretty well
though," Sherry said.

Maureen added, "We did stuff there too.  I know, we can do it at home,
but only in our rooms.  It was nice to try doing things outside again.
Practicing for when we get together with you tomorrow!" She giggled, 
then leaned up  and kissed me.

Annie said, "Jeff and I are `doing stuff' after school today too. 
Tonight, we should have lots of time.  It will be so much fun, to play
and do stuff and not have to hurry up so we can go home.  I hope it
gets warm soon, though, so we can do it more.  I hate having to go
home just because it gets dark."

None of us emphasized the "doing stuff" phrase, our code word for
having sex.  We knew that when we said it to each other, it meant
something other than just playing kids games.  I was so excited,
having `dates' with my girlfriends like this!  Yet during our school
day, we had acted just like our usual 6th grader school kid selves,
studying and playing.  No hints or teasing about sex, not even making
suggestive gestures or even using our "doing stuff" code word in
class.  Whispering "Friday is for Fucking" to each other was scary,
even though we were safe enough and wouldn't be overheard.  I knew
that it would be easy to let something slip, say something out loud,
and get caught.  The others seemed to know that too

After school, Annie walked home with Sherry and Maureen, holding hands
and talking with us.  Rather than waiting at school, or on the street,
as she'd done other times this week.

Annie said, "Jeff and I are going to `do it' tonight!"

Her tone might have been teasing the other girls, emphasizing the
words in a way which even a hypothetical eavesdropper might have
guessed their meaning.  But I thought she just wanted them to say
something, to talk about our relationships, to simply keep things
open, no secrets between us four.

Maureen seemed to recognize Annie's innuendo, and said, "Jeff will get
to `do it' with me too.  Maybe Sherry as well?"  She glanced at
Sherry, but my brown-haired girlfriend didn't say anything, looking a
little odd, maybe even annoyed.  "Anyway, we'll have all day tomorrow
to `do stuff' together.  It will be just so great!"

We all hugged, and all the girls kissed me.  This kissing part was
really nice, made better because I knew that soon I'd be doing more
than just kissing on the lips.  Yet not long ago, that was a really
big deal for us, Sherry and Maureen doing that with me.

As Annie and I left, the other two girls said in unison, "Have fun
playing together!"

Then, as we walked away, Maureen ran after us, grabbing me and holding
me close to say, "We'll have fun too.  Sherry and I, in her room.  I
did make her feel really nice for you, like you asked."  She was so
quiet and shy, we had to stand close just to hear her.

Annie hugged Maureen, and pulled me into the hug too.  Sherry was
walking up to us, seeing that her friend had come by us to say
something, but only I saw her.  Annie was pushing Maureen and I
together, making sure we were touching tightly. Annie whispered, so
only us three would hear, "You have fun too, playing with Sherry."

Sherry came up behind the two girls and hugged them, and said in a
whisper , "We will.  You are a good friend, Annie."

I felt an invigorating, blissful sense of well-being.  My girlfriends
were all friends, and wanted, loved what we were doing.  Annie was
more than cool about Sherry and Maureen, not unhappy, annoyed, or
disgusted at what they did together.  Nor with what they did with me. 
My best girlfriends also wanted me to make love with Annie.  Life was
perfect.  We were in love, happy, and could have sex, sharing our joy,
celebrating our love. 

I was really thinking such high thoughts, as Annie and I walked
towards our secret trysting place in the woods.  We didn't talk much,
but held hands as we walked along, going off to make love!  The
weather was warm enough to make getting naked comfortable, if not yet
as warm as our fateful first weekend.  Our lust was enough to warm us
up, at least as long as we were doing it.

We stripped naked, socks and shoes too, no running play for this day. 
Annie had an extra coat in her school bag, which we used to help make
a comfy place to lay and make love.

Our loving was like the first time, deliberately, in what we did.  We
stood looking at each other, appraising ourselves in the sunlight.  It
was nice not to have clouds and rain.  Our little spot in the woods
didn't have much open sky but Annie really looked lovely with patches
of bright light shining on her naked body.  We kissed, using the same
tree root to raise Annie up so my dick could slip inside her.

It felt really nice, trying to get it to slide in without using our
hands to guide it.  But it kept slipping, and though we were trying to
do it simply by rubbing and kissing until it just happened, it didn't
work.  My dick rubbed against her pussy all over, a glorious
sensation, but not what we were trying to do.

"I guess we just got lucky," Annie said.  Then she laughed, and I
laughed.

"I guess we did," I said.  "You know, like the guy says in the movies
when he gets with a girl ... because they can't come right out and say
`I fucked her last night!'"

Then we got lucky again, because it finally went inside.  I hugged her
tight and kissed her, as our bodies joined together, sparkly tingly
shocks, skyrockets in flight, the pleasure of our love.

It was as blissfully wonderful as I remembered, without the surprise
and shock I felt when it happened by accident.  This time, we both
knew what we were doing, and also, what we were about to do next.  The
magic of accidental contact and discovery was replaced by the
wonderful joy of deliberate sex, making love to each other.  Doing it
standing up felt very nice but it wasn't the most comfortable
position.  But kissing while joined below felt awesome, and we did it
for a long time.

Our embrace was followed by kisses down her body, though she insisted
on kissing my nipples rather than letting me keep going down her body
past hers.  I was so happy being with her, and soon, she let me resume
my kisses, back on her hard pink nipples, down to her navel,  then to
her pussy, licking her until she screamed in her ultimate delight.  I
knew by now that laying down would make it easier to do this than
standing up, but that is how we did it the first time and she wanted
it that way.  She was so happy, falling into my arms and knocking me
down when she came.

We lay together a few moments, and then she blew me.  Not enough to
get me off, just enough to get me hard and wet for what we'd been
waiting all week for.

I said, "I want this to be perfect."  What I meant was that I wanted
her to come, hard like she'd just done as I came inside her.  Or at
least, not too long after.  That hadn't happened yet but, with only
two tries, maybe it was too much to expect.  But the third time's the
charm, wishing and hoping, and besides, we'd practiced in other ways. 
As well, I just felt like I could make it happen, make her feel good,
and hold off coming until then.  Reaching orgasm wasn't going to be
hard for me, not with what I was feeling.  I'd been thinking about sex
all day long,  basking in the glow of Annie's love, and enjoying the
taste and sight of her body.

Annie said, right before she lowered herself on me, facing towards me
and squatting as she'd done before, "This is perfect.  It is so..."

She broke off, sighing and cooing as her warmth enclosed me, sliding
my dick gently inside her, pushing down, pulling up, until she buried
it all the way inside.  Each movement sent tingles of delight through
my entire body.

"Ah, sweet, I really love doing this with you," Annie said, smiling. 
I reached out to caress her as she fucked me, and I pushed my hips up
to meet hers as she did so.

With her on top facing me, we could look at each other and see the
delight reflected, her smile enough to bring me near orgasm.  But a
quick touch of my hand between my legs, a tightening of my pubic
muscles, and it backed off, while Annie enjoyed herself, pumping up
and down, until she cried, "Oh, this is so . . . "

I reached up, and let my fingers rub her pussy as she fucked me.  I
put my other hand on her breasts, catching her nipples in turn.  I
watched her, pleasure building, and saw it hit, shining in her face. 
She had to tell me about it, once it couldn't be held back.

"I'm coming, Jeff, oh, I'm coming.  This is so . . . " Annie sighed,
not quietly, and then continued, "sweet.  Oh, yummy, yum, hmm, mmm,
good."

Almost as soon as she finished, still pumping up and down on my dick,
my orgasm came back and I couldn't hold it off.  I tried, though I
don't know why, since I'd let Annie come as I'd wanted.  I just wanted
this to continue, it was so amazingly wonderful.  This was the first
time we'd actually planned to fuck, getting together knowing that we'd
do it.

Annie was still smiling and happy, enjoying making love this way even
after she came.  I felt my semen shoot inside of her, and I pulled her
down, so we could kiss, pressing our lips and tongues together while I
came.

We lay like that for a while, kissing, my dick inside her, softening
but still warm and wet, from both of us now.  The sweet afterglow of
love felt like something solid, sweet like maple syrup.  The love we
shared was the best ever.  I hoped that tomorrow, Sherry and Maureen
could feel the same things. Annie was so good to me, doing this for
me.  I said, "I really love you, Annie."

"Uh huh."

I hoped for something more from her, but she kissed me right away, and
that felt a lot like "I love you" to me.

Annie got off me, standing up, my come dripping out of her bare pussy,
down her leg.  She caught some on a finger and licked it, and said,
"You taste good.  But I can't eat it out of myself.  Wouldn't that be
good, doing that, licking yourself up like that?"

"I ate Maureen's pussy after I came in her.  I could do that for you."

"Oh, that would be really nice."

I was still laying down, and I had an obvious solution to do this. 
"Just put your pussy over my mouth, almost like when you fucked me. 
I'll eat it all up, make you all clean.  I loved it when you did that
to me, eating my come, and it was so great when Sherry did that too."

Licking come out of pussy was something I must have been getting used
to, even though I'd only done it twice.  I didn't remember reading
about what to do after making love, though I did recall something
about not showering up right away, in order to stay close and enjoy
the experience.  I figured that if I licked Annie clean, and she did
the same for me, there wouldn't be much mess to worry about, dripping
inside our clothes.

Annie made sounds of joy, sighing and telling me how nice I was for
doing this, as I licked all over her pussy, sucking her vagina clean. 
Everywhere she moved her pussy, I licked.  She said, "I love you,
Jeff.  This is so good, you are so nice to me."

Then, she came again.  I didn't notice any build up this time, I was
just licking and sucking and it hit.  I kept on licking because Annie
kept pressing her pussy on my mouth.  I didn't know, exactly, that you
could come a second time so soon, though I'd had some times when I
felt like going on after.  But Annie sure seemed to like the effect,
letting me lick her, sighing in pleasure the whole time, until she
pulled way, pussy glistening from saliva, but her and my sex juices
all lapped up.

She licked me clean, too, smiling and cheerful as she did so, even
though the come was drying on me.  I got hard again, but it was a
little chilly, and I didn't feel like doing it again, right away.

We kissed, our bodies pressed together, in post-coital bliss.  But it
was still early spring and the sweat on our bodies turned into
shivers, even with a coat to pull over us.

We dressed, then kissed and hugged some more, sitting together but not
talking much.  I knew I loved her, and that she loved me.

As we got ready to leave, Annie said, "Have fun tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" I asked.  Then, I remembered, having got lost entirely in
space, nothing else mattered except Annie. "Oh, tomorrow, with Sherry
and Maureen.  It should be really neat, all day together to do stuff. 
I'm really glad that you like them too, you know, and how we can all
do stuff."

We kissed and cuddled again, sitting down for a while, even though we
really should have gone home as it was getting late.  But I just
didn't want to leave her, even if we weren't having sex.  As I kissed
her, I thought about the other two girls and that made it even better.
A fleeting thought of having all three together came, but I let it
slip away as we kissed.  I knew that Annie was OK with what they did
but she didn't seem to want to share that herself.

I was terrifically happy when I went home, and mom didn't even bug me
about being out late, which made it even better.  I'd asked mom to get
some peaches, because I wanted them.  Now, I hadn't disliked them
before, but I was a bit nervous asking for them because of the reason
that I wanted them.  One of the books I read told about using a peach
or banana to practice oral sex.  My current interest didn't require
the use of a banana, though I told the girls about that one.  After
mom got the peaches, I would take them and go off some place private
to eat them slowly, biting them open then licking them, letting the
juice run into my mouth, down my chin, using my tongue even though
that wasn't the best way to actually eat a peach.  They didn't taste
exactly like girls, but I figured that it couldn't hurt to exercise my
tongue.

Annie wasn't as sweet, in the same way, but she tasted most like the
peach.  I imagined doing this with her like I'd done tonight, and how
I'd do it with the others tomorrow.  I'd read about girls and women
who didn't taste good, weren't clean, tasted fishy or whatever, and I
was glad that they didn't.  Maybe it was because we were all young, or
just that we were careful enough about being clean.  I loved how they
tasted, and wanted to do it again and again.

In our room that night, Jack noticed that I was really excited.  I
moved around, stood up, looked outside, and just didn't seem to want
to play with him in our usual ways.

"I was having fun playing with Annie after school," I explained.  I
almost said more about how I was playing but I worried we might be
overheard.  I trusted Jack not to say anything about it, and he hadn't
about what I'd told him before.  "I'm going to be spending the day
with Sherry and Maureen tomorrow, too.  That should be just so great!"

I hugged him, then grabbed him and danced around our room.  Jumping
for joy, for real, and just thinking about this situation made me
giddy.  I went on, telling Jack how I was in love with my girlfriends
and how wonderful that was.  Nothing about sex, or even playing naked.
I was thinking about that of course, but more about being in love,
knowing that my friends were now more than just playmates.  I adored
that feeling, knowing that Annie, Sherry, and Maureen all loved me.

I sang out loud, "Love is a many splendored thing!"

Now, Jack was only nine, but he liked girls too, as I did at that age.
Instead of teasing me about my crushes, he blurted out excited but
embarrassed, "I like Lori.  You know her, the girl I play with across
the railroad tracks?"

"Yeah, she's OK.  Nice, I mean."  I didn't know her well and, in fact,
I'd been paying more attention to my school friends than those in my
neighborhood, especially in the last two weeks.  I'd been distracted,
thinking about them more than anyone else.

Jack and I talked about girls, and sex, something that I expected to
do with girls tomorrow.  Jack said he hoped it would happen to him
sometime soon too.  He was almost ten, and he already knew more about
how it worked that I did at that age, a side effect of my discoveries.

I again told the tale of what I did with my girlfriends, acting as
though it were something I could do in the future, rather than
spelling out that it had actually happened.  I spilled everything that
happened with Annie that day, which was still hot inside me, intense
and delightful, turning me on even without her presence.  I worried
some about telling Jack all of this but we were in bed together,
naked, talking about sex, and I figured that met our rules for such
things.  This wasn't sex, though, because we just talked and touched
ourselves, letting our bodies make contact, both of us enjoying the
story I told of what happened.

He promised not to tell anyone else, without me even asking him.  I
told him that I loved him, because it really was so important and
special a thing to share, and I needed to tell someone of what I was
feeling.  As before, I knew in my heart that he knew it was real, at
least in part.  But I trusted him, and that was the important thing. 
We played around naked some more together that night, before going to
sleep.

I dreamed, or drifted in and out of dreams, of being with Sherry and
Maureen, all day, forever, making love, no worries about anything or
anyone else.  Annie was there too, of course, but this night it was
only my two best friends who were on my mind, in my desires.

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