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   JZL11_10Q: I Wish I Could Stay, But I Have To Go

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) 2003.  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) 2000-2003.


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

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 is a very long "chapter" in my
life story.  It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for
us, with a wide range of activities.

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

JZL11_10J-Q: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... 
the stuff after our nap...

- 10 Q -





JZL11_10Q: I Wish I Could Stay, But I Have To Go
 Time sure flies when you're having fun.

I was laying naked on my back, my dick soaking wet from the amazing
oral love provided by my two girlfriends and totally exhausted with
pleasure. 

Sherry and Maureen were cuddled between my legs.  Kissing each other,
so I let them do that.  I mean, I didn't try to get up, even though my
legs were spread wide and would get uncomfortable soon.

I had to be home before dark.

Here I was, almost twelve years old.  In love, serious love, until
death do all of us part sort of love.  Making love, having sex, doing
it all like real lovers.

But I still had to get home before dark, just like a little kid. 
Otherwise, my parents would be upset. I might get grounded.

That would be terrible, because how could I go out and have a nice
next weekend making love with the girls if I was grounded?

We all knew that part.  Maybe Sherry and Maureen could stay out just a
little later.  They lived closer to the lake than I did.  Plus their
parents weren't so strict about the `being out after dark' thing. 
Mine weren't either, if I got home and went out for just a little
while, in the neighborhood.

The girls got up, then lay on each side of me.  We kissed.  Our faces
were kind of messy, wet with sex juices, so this time our kissing
including licking each other off.  It felt funny, tickling funny, but
also very nice to do that.

I didn't want to go.  In fact, despite my intense orgasm, I felt
aroused again.  Even if I wasn't ready to come again, I was sure that
I could do nice things to the girls.  I was pretty sure that Maureen
hadn't got her lovely climax, and both girls deserved a reward for
making me feel so wonderful.

There wasn't time to do that.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to stay with you here forever, but I really have
to go home," I said.

"I know," Maureen said.  "I wish you could stay too."

"Or better yet, just come home and sleep in my room," Sherry said.

"Me too," I said.  "Either of those."

I got up. 

The girls lay together cuddling.  They'd been touching each other all
along, even while kissing me. 

"If you want to stay a while," I said, "you know, to finish up - I
didn't notice Maureen get an orgasm from that last time with me - you
could do that."

"That's so sweet," Sherry said.

"I don't know," Maureen said. "Well, actually, I really would like to
do it here one more time.  It feels so nice, being naked, outside, up
in a tree.  It would be cool to be out here under the stars."

"Yeah.  But maybe we should walk Jeff home?  Or at least carry stuff
back to my house?"

What to do?  It hurt, looking at them.  I mean, despite being with
them all day, naked most of the time, they were so lovely cuddled
together that it lifted my spirit, brightened my day.  And gave me
another hard on.

It would be nice to find out if I could do it again, make love some
more.  Someday, I was sure that we'd have time to see just how long we
could do it. This wasn't the day, though.  I could just imagine my
parents yelling at me, having a whole day to play with my friends - a
special treat, going to the lake - and blowing it all by staying out
past dark.

I said, "I really have to go home, you know?  My parents will ground
me, or worse, if I don't."

The girls got up then, and hugged me.  Kissed me.  Petted my hard
dick, each putting one hand on it and squeezing it gently.

I returned that favor, touching two wet pussies.

"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?" Maureen asked.  She
stroked my dick. I was sure she wanted to fuck it again, feeling it
inside her once more.  She'd need to wait almost a month before it
would be OK to do that again.

I wanted that too. But I'd been careful about trouble lately.  I
didn't want to get grounded.  I especially didn't want to do anything
which might expose what we were doing, or mess up my after school time
with Annie.   As long as it was just regular playing, or after school
study stuff, no one would pay much attention to what we were really
doing.

"I'd really love to stay.  But I have to go."

We kissed some more.

"I can take the empty soda bottles and stuff back to your house when I
go though.  That way, you guys will have less stuff to carry." We had
to take them back, of course, for the deposit.  That was how it worked
with soda bottles.

"That is really nice," Sherry said.  "You know, well, I really kind of
would like to stay here longer and talk with Maureen too.  This, well,
everything today.  Us being together."

"And it is a nice place, a wonderful day," Maureen said.

I stayed naked as I gathered stuff up, and the girls helped with that.

Then I got dressed.

The girls stayed naked.  It felt strange, being dressed with them
naked, and hot.

I mean, I could smell their sweet girl scent.  Maybe I had an aroma
too, because I was aroused, but at least the semen was pretty much
licked and rubbed clean off me.

I kissed both of them.

"It is getting kind of chilly," I said.

"That's OK, we're alright I think," Sherry told me.

I hugged them both.  Then, I said, "Let me tuck you in, under the
blanket."

The girls lay down, side by side.

I couldn't resist one more special kiss.  Their pussies were so sweet
looking, and I knew that both were really turned on.

"Ooh, that is really nice, Jeffie," Sherry said, as I kissed and
licked her pussy gently.

I moved to Maureen.  I dared not spend enough time to bring either
close to orgasm.  I was running close to being late as it was.

She was very wet, hot, and I couldn't help licking and sucking her
hard for a minute or two.  She sighed, and said, "I really do love
you, you know that?"

And came.  I was surprised.  But maybe all of the things we were doing
were just what she needed, and my last bit was just right.  I was
glad, I'd made her feel happy.


I got up, pulled the blanket up over the girls.  They cuddled under
it.  Kissed, but mostly just cuddled.

Then I got dressed.  I was still hard after all this, so it was a bit
uncomfortable, but I'd been like that before in my jeans, so I didn't
really mind.

I collected up my bags and stuff.

"Goodbye," I said.  "Maybe we can get together later tomorrow?"

I knew we couldn't get together in the morning, because usually one or
both had church.   Sometimes they could get out of that, but not after
being away playing all day at the lake.

"I don't know," Sherry said.  "I'll call you."

I started down, then went back to the girls and kissed both again.

I left them there, naked under the blanket, snuggling each other. 
They were talking quietly, then giggling, as I climbed carefully down
the tree.

It was still before sunset, but not so bright as to easily see in the
woods.  But I was sure I'd find my way home just fine.

I felt odd.

Worn out. 

Exhausted. 

Exhilarated. 

Confused. 

Happy.

Lots of things.  My mind was whirling.  The whole world seemed off
balance.  It wasn't simply exhaustion, not physically.  I didn't know
what it was, but it didn't feel bad.

Strange, how all of that didn't seem important while we were together.
But as soon as I was alone, walking toward's Sherry's house, it hit
me.

I was sorely tired between my legs.  It sounds funny, but it was true.
I wasn't hurting.  Merely aware of just how much I'd used parts of me
in ways I'd never tried before.

I missed them already.

Then I got mad.

Not really angry.  More like confused.  Worried, about so many things.

I had to tell Annie what we'd figured out.  While we were together,
making love, chatting in the nude in a tree, it seemed simple and
obvious: Annie and I would promise to be together forever, just like
Sherry and Maureen.  Then all four of us could be together, for the
rest of our lives.

Forever didn't seem so long when we were together.  Alone, it was
daunting.  I mean, just barely twelve years old, could we know that
yet? I thought so.  But did I truly feel it?

I'd hate it if I didn't have Annie.  She loved me, and that was a big
thought to bite into.  She'd got naked with me, and made love to me. 
Fucked me, because she was in love with me.

I "liked" her.  I'd said it, felt it, and yet I knew it didn't quite
mean that I was in love with her that way.  Not before that first time
in the woods, anyway.

But she'd done it only after I started it. I was the one who put his
mouth on her pussy first. OK, we got naked and kissed, that was her
idea.  Except that I'd suggested it more than once before.  Maybe she
had a better idea of what getting naked meant than I?

Truly, I was thinking about doing stuff like I did with Debbie, just
playing around.  Not sex.

Not because I didn't want to have sex.  Nope, that wasn't it.  I just
figured that like our strip poker games, we weren't quite ready to do
more than just play around, tease about sex, show off a little, maybe
cuddle and kiss.

It was too late to go back to that now. Way too late.  Part of me
wanted to run back to the treehouse, make love to Sherry and Maureen
all night long.  If we were truly free, no parents to get in our way,
I'd do just that.

They were back there, talking and making love.

The talking part bothered me.  We'd talked about so many secret
things, but I still felt a little left out.  Sherry was doing more
than just having sex with Maureen.  I knew them well enough.  Mostly,
it never bugged me when they wanted to talk, girlfriend to girlfriend.
It was like how I wanted to tell someone else about today.  Even just
to think about it, all on my own as I walked home, that was very
special.

I wanted more time to be with them, and more time to figure out just
where we stood.  We'd said it, for sure.  Lovers forever, growing up
together, living in harmony for the rest of our lives.  I was sure of
that future.

But how did I get to it from here?

Well, not here, so much.  I was very distracted, and I almost walked
across the busy street without checking for traffic.  That was very
unusual for me, after the car accident. 

I stood for a while, just waiting.  It scared me some, and I needed
that distraction.  Why?  I knew myself well enough.  I couldn't figure
all this out quite so quickly.  It wasn't like a math problem or
history homework.  I needed time to sort out my feelings, and rest. 
And maybe talking with Jack and Cher.  Maybe even with Jimmy?

It was OK now to tell him.  I had to get naked, same rule as Annie set
up for me.   Silly rule, but it was nice, because anyone who trusted
me enough to get naked with me could probably be trusted with our
secrets.

Not all, of course.  But the main things.

Sherry and Maureen had each other to talk with.  That made things just
so easy for them.  Or maybe not.  I realized that telling me, letting
me know that they were lovers, helped them out too.  I accepted them,
loved them, thought they were the greatest girls ever, despite the
fact that they were Lesbians.

That is what they were.  I mean, they were probably doing it with each
other without me right now, and practically every night.

Could I do that with Jimmy?

My best friend, my lover.  Intellectually, it was a perfect solution. 
We could sleep together and make love.

He was a boy.  I was a boy.  But so what?  Sherry and Maureen were
both girls, and they had a lovely relationship of which I was envious.
Not jealous, that is a different thing.

There were differences.  Jimmy and I didn't get along quite like
Sherry and Maureen.

Jimmy never tried to kiss me, or touch me like that.  We'd lay beside
each other in bed, but we never rubbed each other's back, let alone
more sensitive places.  We were comfortable with masturbating together
-- I thought of it with that word, not jacking off or something like
that.  A bit of teasing, getting naked together, but still, it didn't
seem to show much sign of turning into sexual practice, let alone a
love affair.

If he wanted to do it, I would.  That part seemed pretty obvious.  But
I had no idea how to ask him to try anything like that.

I wasn't sure that I really wanted to do it.  Even though I avoided
thinking it, there were some pretty bad words for boys who do stuff
like that.

Probably there are for girls too, which is why Sherry and Maureen had
to be careful.  Nobody could find out, because it would only take one
blabbermouth to ruin everything.  Bad enough if everyone knew that I
did it with them, but if their parents knew that they were doing it...
I don't know.  The same applied to me, trying stuff out with Jack.  Or
even Cher.  Let alone Jimmy.

Anyway, it was very confusing.  I needed to talk about this with
someone else, and the girls were back there.  Annie was home,
probably, but it was too late to go out with her either. 

I stopped by Sherry's house, rang the bell, and told her mom that the
girls had stayed by the lake a little longer.  I dropped off the
empties, the extra blanket and packs, and went home.

Walking home is relaxing in many ways.  I hadn't thought about it, but
my hard on was gone.  Had been for blocks, maybe miles.  Anyway,
despite my horniness - I could feel a desire to touch myself - I was
more tensed up than anything else.

Mostly, I was very happy.   Really.

I should have been, of course.  Made love all day, and my friends had
accepted everything.  Most important of all, we'd made a huge
decision.

Saying we'd be together forever was easy.  I meant it, but it was hard
not to think about how it could go wrong.

Then right after that, I'd think about how perfect everything was for
us.

Except with Annie.

It was very nice with her.  I couldn't wait to explain this all to
her, but I wasn't certain that she'd feel the same way.  Even if she
did, well, she was in love with me, and though she accepted Sherry and
Maureen now, would that fly for the rest of our lives together?  Was
she ready for that kind of commitment?

I was. I decided that, right at that moment.  There were things to
figure out, more stuff to talk over, but it wasn't just wanting to
have sex with them.

Sex was irresistible.  I wanted it, probably didn't matter who I did
it with, it felt nice.  I had three girls for comparison, and it was
great with all of them.  Maybe if I had only one I'd think it was just
that one special girl.  But even though all three were special, I
reasoned . . .  Well, I always did that.  Analyzing things.  Trying to
be logical, scientific, somewhat detached.  Like Mr. Spock on Star
Trek.  Only I knew that I had emotions, and though it would be fine to
get rid of the really horrible painful depressing ones, I'd hate to
lose the super happy times.

Like all of today, making love, being in love, being together.

They wanted me.  All three of them.  Annie walked with me into the
woods and got naked, or partly so, every day because she wanted to do
it with me.  Sherry and Maureen waited so patiently to get a whole day
with me, but then we spent the entire day `doing it'.

TV shows and movies gave the vague impression that girls had to be
persuaded to do it with boys.  I was too shy, or at least not very
forceful, so I hadn't done that.  At least, not in any pushy,
demanding, or tricky way.  My real girlfriends weren't like the fake
stuff on TV.  They wanted to do it, and did it enthusiastically.

Then again, I couldn't remember TV shows with two girlfriends making
out.  Not even counting them having a boyfriend, who had a girlfriend,
and somehow they'd all be together.  Probably, there was a movie out
there somewhere like that, but it was rated R or for adults, not
anything I'd ever see.

Oh well.  Movies didn't teach us as much as books, or other people. 
It was fun, but not the same thing.

As I got home, I figured out one more thing:

Annie needed to be asked first.

Told, too.  Well, see, I'd need to tell her what happened, and explain
what we three had figured out.  But I had to ask her, too.

I never asked Sherry to marry me, not exactly.  It just happened.  I
mean, I can't remember anything other than walking along, talking
about getting teased about being married - the "sitting in a tree"
rhyme - and declaring that it would be just fine if we did that. 
Adding Maureen into it came naturally.  She was with Sherry, and I
obviously loved her too.  Once we decided that two girls could be
together, it was no trouble to add one boy to the mix.

With Annie it was different.  I felt more like we were, well, going
out on dates or something like it, not just playing and growing up
together in love.  That probably would happen.  After all, it had been
nearly five years since Sherry and I figured out that we could be
married when we grew up.

So the first thing I needed to do was to wait.  Not to tell Jimmy, or
even Jack and Cher, about this.  I had to talk with Annie first.

Plus you know, while I trusted them not to talk about me having sex,
being engaged to marry was another thing.  Too big a deal not to tease
about a little.

I could feel that myself.  Our grade school promise, when we were only
seven, wasn't so serious.  I mean, it was, because I meant to keep
promises, but it wasn't because it was more like "When we grow up, we
might get married."

Now, it wasn't indefinite.  In fact, it wasn't about the married part.
We would make love and live together, because we were so happy
together.

Like that nice song, you know, by The Turtles?  I liked that one, "me
and you, so happy together?"  I let myself daydream along to it for a
while.  It was one I could play through whole now, and it really fit
my mood.

Only of course we had more than me and you, but the idea should work
out with four of us, right?


I was feeling pretty nice by the time I arrived home.  Quite tired. 
The sex was maybe part of that, but I'd done a lot of walking around
too.  Plus all that thinking and deciding tired me out too.

It was kind of dark when I got home.

I didn't even think about that part. 

Mom was mad at me.  I had to apologize a lot, and explain some stuff
about what happened to make me late.

I didn't lie.  But I couldn't tell the whole truth either.

"I'm really tired, Mom.  I'm sorry, it was light out when we left the
beach, by the park.  I thought I'd make it home in time."

I figured that somehow, what I'd done might be noticed.  Surely, Mom
would notice that I was happy, distracted, not my usual self.

But maybe I was just like that other times.  I had fun, and even if it
was different from other fun times playing with my friends, Mom didn't
ask anything which suggested I'd done anything wrong.

Sometimes, she could be quite nice.  Most of the time, really.  Maybe
in a few weeks, I could ask to stay out later, like other older kids,
and she might let me?


Well, it was late, but I hadn't eaten supper, so Mom made me some.  I
went to bed, and didn't really tell Cher or Jack anything much about
what happened.  "We played at the lake, and had a lot of fun today," I
explained.

I knew that Jack knew better.  But I was really tired, and he'd been
off playing and stuff today too, so he didn't bug me about it as I
went to sleep.

Which was just as well, because despite my decision to wait to talk to
Annie first, I would have told him part of it, just to see what he
thought.  I supported him liking his girlfriend, and it would be nice
to have him be happy for me too.

I'm sure he was, of course.  But so far, I didn't know exactly if he
thought I was happy because of the sex - or at least pretending about
it - or if it was because I was in love, a real romance.  Mushy stuff,
kids call it.  But unlike a lot of boys, I didn't turn away from that
sort of thing in the movies or on TV.  Or in real life, unless
somebody teased me about it.

I almost drifted off to sleep.  But laying in bed, I kept seeing my
girlfriends.  Naked, making love together.  Even Annie, with Maureen. 

That I didn't think was going to happen.  Not only that, but it didn't
seem important to me.  I thought about turning on the little lamp, or
using my flashlight, to look at my naked pictures and magazines.

Why?  I had excellent real naked girlfriends to look at, and think
about.  But that was different.  The pictures were nice to think
about, to help me put things in perspective.  My girlfriends would
grow up to be women, like those in the pictures.  I'd grow up too.  We
wouldn't be quite the same. 

Maybe, we'd do it with other people as we grew up too.  Sherry and
Maureen both suggested it.  I was already doing it with Annie, too,
and they were together as girlfriends, but there were years to go
before we'd be grown and free to truly live together.

I wasn't sure about that.  But I was positive that my fantasies
wouldn't be about them every time.  They hadn't been, and despite this
really wonderful day, I couldn't quite think only about them.

Well, not exactly.  I tried rehearsing my proposal for Annie, and that
got mixed up with the idea of us four being naked together at our
wedding.  Everyone else naked too. I filled in some bodies from other
girls in my memory, Jimmy and that bunch too. 

A four way naked kiss, that would be something.

I'd barely touched myself, in the real stroking way, but that thought
and a few seconds of rubbing made me come in my underwear.  I pulled
it off, wiped off some, licked a little bit off too.  Then, I left it
on the floor, and lay back to sleep, naked under the sheet, dreaming
of my lovely girlfriends.




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