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Subject: {ASSM} RP:JZL11_10H: Talking About Love, Stark Naked In A Tree (mf mff rom nosex) by Jeff Zephyr -- Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G! 
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 JZL11_10H: Talking About Love, Stark Naked In A Tree

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


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.  This
episode is at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/JZL11_10_Sitting_in_a_Tree_FUCKING.html.

At eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by
Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2002.
	

Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or almost
twelve.  If I was going to tell a fictional story of young love, I'd
advance them to age thirteen.  Why?  Because that makes them
teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m and f codes.  But we
were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so ahead of
"schedule."  Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids.  Real people develop at different speeds,
and some of them mature early.



JZL11_10: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!  
(mf mff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr



Sherry and Jeff... Sitting in a Tree.  F U C K I N G!  (on Saturday)



JZL11_10H: Talking About Love, Stark Naked In A Tree
(mf mff rom nosex) 


We were ready for a break from sex after all of this activity.  We
didn't bother getting dressed, and I really liked how it felt to be
naked with them.  Just naked, talking and having snacks and soda.

I was in love.

It wasn't just about sex, or just a crush.  Puppy love is somehow
different from grown up love, right?

This day, we started off so comfortable together.  As if we'd been
getting naked together for years.  It was exciting, but it was also so
familiar, so natural.  I belonged there.  All of us belonged together.

They had been getting together naked for years, as girls can do
together.  Sometime last year, they'd got to do much more, and now I
was doing it with them.

Then, we had talked.  Not a casual conversation, but a deep, totally
revealing trip through our lives.

All the secrets.  Mostly about sex and romance, but anything which
we'd avoided because it was too embarrassing.  It all came out.

They accepted me.  I accepted them.  That was very special, to be able
to share so much.  I could do that, sometimes, with my siblings, but
this was different.  They weren't my family, they were my lovers.  And
what we were, what we felt, was OK. 

We were still talking.  The conversation had a sweet, dreamy feel
about it.  About being in love, about what we'd done, about what we'd
talked about.  Mostly, about how much we liked being together and in
love.  All three of us.

The sex also had conversation in it.  We told each other what we
liked, how it felt.  Practical sex education, studying each other.  It
us two weeks to do it, after having sex for the first time.

I'd heard that some people never get around to talking about this
stuff, but it didn't seem hard to me.  I felt very lucky to be taught
about sex with girls by my girlfriends.

I was trying to relax, to feel as casual about this as my girlfriends
seemed to be.  They weren't really totally casual, either.  But when
they looked at each other, they seemed to relax and I wanted to be
part of all that.  Sitting in a circle, seeing both of them naked and
being naked myself, I felt very happy.  I loved just being naked with
them.  No need for sex at all.  We could just be together, boy and
girl and girl...

Girls and girls together...  I knew that was a good thing.  But there
was something about it which was familiar.
                          
Then, I realized my Aunts were Lesbians. Like, nobody ever said it to
me, but I knew them pretty well. The things which adults never say to
kids can still be discovered.  It was jarring, and enlightening. I
suddenly "got" the whole need to keep their relationship secret. 
Well, I'd never understand the feelings which made that necessary, but
the way it was treated, as something to bad to even mention...

My Aunt Elaine was my real Aunt, Dad's aunt actually.  Her partner was
Auntie Eunice, and wasn't really related to us.  Eunice was Auntie
Elaine's "special friend," and it was all so clear what that meant
now.

"You know how, after you know Santa isn't real, you notice and
remember all the times the grown-ups talked about presents and
things?"  I said.

"Huh?" Sherry asked.  I hadn't explained my thinking, and I wasn't
sure quite how to explain what I'd realized.  Later on, I'd call this
sort of thing a non sequitur.

"My Aunts are Lesbians.  For real.  I just thought of that."

"Tell us about that, please?" Maureen asked.  And I did.

Well, I didn't really know.  Not in the sense of having absolute proof
of the situation.  But I'd noticed them touching, holding each other
close, very friendly.  I knew that there was something odd about them,
a touchy thing which the adults, especially Dad, didn't like to talk
about.  I knew that Mom explained, `Auntie Eunice is Auntie Elaine's
special friend,' without spelling out what it meant.

"They live together, and I know they love each other.  I know, people
don't like to talk about them, what they are.  But they seem happy
together.  I mean, I think that we could grow up and you could still
be together.  You and Sherry, Sherry and Maureen, together forever. 
Like my Aunts are."

"What about you?" Maureen asked.

"He can get to be with us too.  We can all be together."

"Remember back in 2nd grade, when we got teased?  Sherry and Jeff,
sitting in a tree?  K I S S I N G?"

"Yeah.  It wasn't so funny then," Sherry said.  "Now, oh, we are doing
lots more than just kissing in a tree." She laughed, and that
triggered a long bout of laughter.  It was so funny, the three of us,
naked in a tree together, and fucking.  Even just naked and talking
about sex was more than enough to make it scarily funny.

I mean, no way to explain that in school.  Nope, nothing that would be
safe to say there at all, not about what we were doing.  But between
us, we could.  We could say and do anything.

"I love you . . .  Both of you.  What I'd really like is to really be
with you forever.  I mean, seriously.  Like the ending of the rhyme. 
Love and marriage..."

":... go together like a horse and carriage..." Maureen sang. She
liked old movies and musicals, lots of show tunes and stuff.  I wasn't
the best singer, but we all joined in, humming along even though I
couldn't remember the words.

"Like, for real, us being married?" Sherry said, when the song was
done.

"Yes, I think that's what I mean.  If you want to do it, that is."

"Yes, I do.  If we can have Maureen too."

"Sure.  It has to be all of us together, you know.  I don't know how
that will work out.  But I know it's what I want."

"What about Annie?" Maureen asked.

"I love her too.  This is so confusing," I said.  I got up, then
turned around.

 The girls got up and stretched as we all had been laying down and,
well, working a lot of new muscles hard.  After we'd walked around the
tree house without talking for a minute, we sat back down.  All
cross-legged style, the girls' pussies open in front of my eyes.  And
my legs spread to give them a nice view too.

But though I was looking at them, I was thinking about Annie.  I
couldn't leave her out of our arrangement.  Not if I really loved her.
I thought I did.  I mean, it wasn't just sex, even if we hadn't been
together for years like Sherry and Maureen and I.

"Jeff?" Sherry said, getting my attention.  I looked and listened,
waiting for her to go on. "You know, Annie loves you."

"Yes, she told me."

"No, I mean like really seriously in love with you, like I love you. 
We talked.  She and I, just us.  But I knew before that.  She `liked'
you," Sherry said, emphasizing the word `like' to make me know that it
was the serious love sort of liking, not just friendship.

"Really, Jeff, I mean it!  She always walked home with you, holding
your hand.  She even told you that she liked you, remember?"

I did. I'd skipped home that day, delighting in the thought: `Annie
likes me!' 

"I know, I like her too," I said. "I mean, I didn't want to not be
liking you two either, so I just let that be . . .  Well, I don't
know.  No, I did like her then, all year.  And when we saw that naked
girl, it was like a sign.  She wanted to play naked.  With me, I
mean."

"Playing naked, I like that," Sherry said.

"We called it playing bare.  You know, me and Debbie and Jack, and
sometimes Cher.  We get to sometimes just get naked inside, but it is
fun to just find places to be naked outside.  I love it a lot!" I
said.

"It is a lot like playing.  Isn't sex like a game, the game of love,
you know?" Maureen asked.

"I guess.  Yeah.  Anyway, I love doing it, no matter what we call it. 
Playing naked, playing bare.  And making love, that is a nice one."

"Fucking is funny nice too," Sherry said.  Then, she dropped her last
little bombshell.

"Annie wanted to do that.  To fuck you."

"I kind of figured that out after we did it.  She just asked me, right
after we got naked and kissed.  Well, I did lick her pussy up first."

"No, even before that.  She told me that she was thinking about
getting naked with you, and when it happened, she knew.  She wanted to
do it, for real, not just play naked.  She did it..."

Sherry stared at me for a while.  I'm not sure what she was thinking,
but I was even more confused now.  Of course, making love with the
girls was a great thing.  I'd definitely pictured them in my fantasies
when I masturbated.  That counted as thinking about fucking them,
right?  Annie was thinking the same thing.  About me. 

"Only me?"  I asked, breaking our silence.  Maureen wasn't saying
anything either. 

"Oh, yes, only  you, you're the only one for her, on purpose.  I mean,
she did it with you because that is what you do when you're really in
love.  I mean, uh, well, that is what I want to do, now that I know
about it.  Sex, I mean.  I adore your penis, your naked body.  It is
so beautiful, so lovely.  I love kissing you.  And Annie really loves
you too.  She really does."

"Like marrying love?" Maureen asked, interrupting a bit.

"Maybe."

"I'd marry her," I said.

"That gives you three wives, Jeff.  I don't know how that would work
out."

"Well, we get along so nicely.  I couldn't leave Annie out, you know. 
I really love her too.  I do, I mean that too."

Love was different than just wanting her for sex.  I'd been thinking
about that all along, truly.  It wasn't just that we were good friends
and sex was a nice thing to do together.  That was part of it, sure. 
But I had no doubt that I loved them . . .  All three of them.  It
wasn't the same with each of them, but that didn't matter.

"Maybe," Maureen said, "you and Annie can get married . . .  And
Sherry and I can.  Equal rights are coming for everyone.  They have a
constitutional amendment going for that.  By the time we're grown up,
it should be OK for girls to marry girls.  What do you think?"

"You'd still be around us.  Maybe we could all live together, all four
of us.  Yeah, I think you're right.  I hope so, all the civil rights
marches and riots and that stuff.  Martin Luther King's dream.  It
still makes me sad, thinking about that.  Remember when our teacher
made us learn "Abraham, Martin, and John"?  I remember seeing those
things on TV in the news.  Especially when the President..."

It was getting too serious.  I didn't want to keep talking about this
stuff, not the sad real life growing up parts.  I had little tears in
my eyes from thinking of it.

Maureen said, "You meant Martin Luther King Junior, you know that?"  
She laughed, I think she knew that this was very intense for me. 
Probably was for her too, trying to figure out what we'd really do
when we grew up all the way.  The rest of the way, since we were
pretty grown up in our own minds right now.

Maureen knew that it bothered me to get corrected about mistakes like
that, but she also knew I didn't usually make them unless I was
distracted.  I might have got mad at being teased, but instead I knew
that she loved me.  Plus she really knew that I knew it.  I didn't
like feeling bad about being wrong about school stuff like history and
math, but my best friends understood me.

We were all quiet for a while again, just sitting there.  Finally,
Sherry got up and got another soda.

"Well, all of us should be together, friends forever, lovers always. 
We can do it, can't we?" Sherry asked me.

"Of course.  I know we can do it, for real.  I love you, and Maureen,
and Annie.  All of you.  Why can't we grow up and get married
togther?"

Maureen said, "We'll work it out somehow.  Sherry and I have been
together since we were little kids, and now we're still together and
lovers.  We've been your girlfriends for years.  I know we can stay
together, somehow."

"Remember how we got teased, well Sherry and me anyway, back in 2nd
grade?  I told you then that it would be OK if we got married
someday."

"Yeah," Sherry said.  "I didn't really think so far ahead, not then. 
I mean, believe it or not, I thought that we'd wait until we got all
grown up before doing it."  She giggled, and added, "Both things, I
mean.  Getting married, and having sex.  I knew that moms and dads
sleep with each other, and do more than sleep.  You knew that too,
right?"

"I guess so.  No, yes, I did know.  I didn't think too much about it,
but I did get the idea.  Only now, it makes a lot more sense.  You
know, because we've done the wedding night thing."

"Other than sleeping together.  But we can take a nap.  I'm kind of
tired anyway, I'd love to cuddle up with both of you for a while."

We were quiet for a while, lost in our own thoughts.  Sipping on our
sodas, right from the bottles because we didn't bring separate
glasses.  We didn't have a cooler, but the cold glass would keep them
chilly for a while, in a sack out of the sun.  I thought about
cuddling up with both girls, how nice that would be.  All naked
together, like we were. I didn't need anything else to make me think
of sex or love.  I wished we could do this all the time.  When we got
married and lived together, we would.  Thinking that was scary and
wonderful.

Annie really loved me.  OK, she said she liked me before, and I did
the same.  I knew that meant about the same as it did between Sherry
and Maureen and I.  But she'd been like that for a while, and knowing
that made a difference.  It wasn't just some instant change which
happened when we got naked.  Sex was part of love, and maybe we'd
rushed things, but she'd wanted to do what she did with me, thought
about it.  She'd told Sherry, not me, but maybe that stuff is harder
to talk about than how to fuck.

But knowing it, that was magic.  I knew I loved her, and I was
overjoyed to find it so mutual, and so real.  All of us could be
together, in love.  I didn't quite get sex without love, not yet.  Not
sure that I ever did, though love doesn't have to mean being in love,
one and only forever.

It sure wasn't just `one and only' for us four.  And I was glad that
we could be four, not losing our lovers to make up just one pair, by
the rules.

We could grow up and the girls could still be together.  We decided to
do that.  Get married, somehow, all of us.  Even Annie, who also loved
me!

We could stay together, always.  So we would do that.  Nothing could
stop us, and I had no desire for anything else.

Our conversation revolved around this discovery for quite a while.  It
was a totally easy decision for me, because in my heart I really did
want to be with my girlfriends forever.  The problem of having more
than one, usually against the rules for marriage, didn't apply for us.
I looked forward to telling Annie about this, and felt sure that she'd
like the idea.

Maybe if we were older and more experienced, we wouldn't have so
easily and simply decided that our love was good enough for our whole
life together.  But Sherry and I had agreed back in 2nd grade to marry
someday, and I was overjoyed that we hadn't changed that.

Sitting in a circle on a blanket, drinking soda from the bottles we'd
brought and having chips as a snack, just like other times we'd been
together like this, was perfectly comfortable.  It wasn't that I'd
forgotten that we were all totally naked.  I was well aware of that,
and found it very exciting.  It was just that if we were going to be
married, and be together forever, this was just one of the first times
for that.

"I wish we could just get married now," I said.  "I really want to be
with you all the time."

"Me too," Sherry said.

"Yeah, I know it is so nice how Sherry and me get together all the
time.  Still, it is OK, we can be together now?  And other weekends,
we can get naked a lot too, right?"  Maureen asked.

"Kind of like Sonny and Cher?  Well, not exactly, but you know that
song..." Sherry said.  Then she started singing "I've Got You, Babe." 
We joined in, the whole bit about "they say we're young and we don't
know..." seemed to fit us perfectly. 

We stood up and held each other, singing along, "...Babe, I've Got You
Babe..." over and over.  It was funny, doing a chorus line sort of
singing dancing game while naked, looking out of the tree house.  No
one probably could see us.  We couldn't see anyone either, but it
didn't seem to matter.  To us, all that mattered at the moment was us,
and our love and friendship.

We got the end of the song, the parts we remembered well, and just
stood there, arms around each other, Sherry in the middle between
Maureen and I.  I felt very tired suddenly, emotionally wore out,
maybe sexually too.  Our break for snacks hadn't really relaxed me
like I'd expected.

"I wouldn't care if Annie did sex with us together", said Sherry. 
Like my comment about my Aunts, this was a sudden break from what I
was thinking.  I hadn't thought about that, not really.

"Annie doesn't seem to want to do that," I said.  "But she likes doing
sex with me." 

"Well, you could marry Annie, and maybe it would be OK," Sherry said. 
"But I mean, when we grow up maybe things will be different."

"Like I said," Maureen explained, "even if you marry Annie, and Sherry
and me stay together, we can still all be together.  Always.   Really,
I really like Annie too.  I'm happy that she loves you so."

I kissed Sherry, and held the kiss a while.  Maureen watched me, and I
could see her looking at us.  Sherry couldn't, she was turned towards
me, and had her eyes closed.

"You kiss boys you like.  Making love is just more of that, more
kissing.  Like Sherry and me, I guess Annie just didn't want to wait."

Sherry stopped to say, "Annie really wanted to do more with you.  Just
kissing at first, that's all.  She told me that later, but getting
naked just meant that, well, it was obvious to her.  She knew that she
loved you, and that is just what you do when you're in love."  Sherry
smiled at me, grinning, licking her lips.  "Besides, I'm so glad that
it happened.  I do want to do it with you, I love you."

We spent some more time kissing.  I wasn't ready for more sex yet, and
wasn't getting a hard-on yet, despite all the nice contact.  I was
very excited, very happy, enjoying the sensations.  I knew that a bit
of touching in the right place, and I'd be ready to go.  But we didn't
do that.



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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.

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