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Subject: {ASSM} Lawn Boy - Part 4 (F/m, sex, teen, menstruation)
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One of my interests is menstruation.  I'm actually interested in all
aspects of the female reproductive system, but periods are what
fascinate me most.  I have worked this topic into the continue tale of
Carol and James.  I made every effort to be as graphic and medically
faithful as possible.  If women's periods offend you or is just not
your thing then wait for part 5.  Otherwise, pour yourself a bloody
Mary and start reading.


Lawn Boy - Part IV

Carol lied on her couch with the TV on. Channel 44 was broadcasting
some early surfing movie. She thought it was an Elvis movie at first,
but realized it wasn't.

At exactly eleven o'clock James fired up his lawn mower.

"Does that kid have a built-in atomic clock?" she said to no one in
particular. James was extremely punctual.

The sound of the mower pounded Carol's head even more. She walked to
her kitchen and took two Tylenol. Two years had passed since all of
those people in Chicago died from the adulterated Tylenol capsules.
Still she wondered.

She didn't die from the Tylenol, but wished it had killed her. She
felt bad. Thank God she was off until Monday afternoon. James finished
and came to the back door. She waved for him to come in.

"Hi, James. Can you grab my purse? It's by the phone on the counter."

"James brought it to her and sat at the other end of the couch. He
looked at her like an expectant puppy. For the past couple of weeks
his work has ended with the two of them in bed.

She made out the check, sat up, and handed it to James.

"You probably should go I have a splitting headache."

James smirked and said, "Not tonight honey, I have a headache."

She lied back down and said, "It's more like not this week, I have my
period."

"Oh really?"

James' response would've been more appropriate had she said "I'm
baking pies in the oven" and not "I have my period".

"Really. It happens every month."

"Every twenty-eight days?"

"Give or take."

Carol rested her feet in James' lap.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not like I cut myself, but I've had a splitting headache all morning
and a backache and why are you asking all of this?"

"I'm just wondering."

"Can't you be interested in... in Donkey Kong or something? Something
besides my body?"

James started rubbing Carol's feet. He didn't speak for a second, his
feelings a little hurt. He knew from reading women weren't always
themselves during this time.

"I hear girls talk about everything you can imagine, but the one topic
they never discuss are their periods. Even those commercials are
mysterious. They don't quite tell you what they're for."

"James, there's a reason for that. It's a very personal thing."

"Can I see it?"

Carol let her arms fall off her forehead and she looked up with a look
of exasperation on her face.

"No, you can't see it. It's gross. And really there's nothing to see."

"Carol, I will do anything. I'll mow your yard for free. There's so
much I want to know."

"Okay. Hit me. What do you want to know?"

"What does a period look like?"

"Blood dribbles out of my vagina."

"What are pads? And maxis? How do you use them? And what do you do
with a tampon?"

"James, I'm sure I have a book from when I was a child somewhere I
could loan you."

James stopped rubbing Carol's feet. He said, "I want to learn from
you."

Carol sighed and thought for a second.

"First off, mister, you'd better get back to rubbing my feet if you
want any chance of this happening."

James quickly resumed.

"James, I mean this in all seriousness. I'm not trying to hide
anything from you. There just isn't much to a period. Blood and other
material comes out of me. Why all the interest?"

"I don't know. I just think women's bodies are so cool. This is
something I want to see. I also want to see a childbirth, but, I'm
sure I'll be married someday."

"James, you are the strangest kid I have ever met in my life."

James didn't have a response, but his foot rub felt so good.

Carol took a deep breath. "Okay, right now I'm wearing both a tampon
and a maxipad."

"Do you have to wear both?"

"I am having a really heavy period this month and the tampon can't
keep up so I'm also wearing the maxipad."

"How can you use both at the same time?"

Carol took another breath. She was a nurse and did from time to time
have to talk about this with adolescent female patients. Girls whose
parents apparently were useless or retarded. But it was different
discussing it with James.

"My tampon goes inside me, inside my vagina. I wear the pad on the
outside of my body. It's attached to my panties."

A light went on over James' head.

"Oh, I get it now." He thought for a moment and then another. "Then
what's a pantyliner?"

"Pantyliners and minipads are the same thing. They're very thin pads
worn when a woman's period is very light. Also she might wear one to
catch anything else that might drip out."

"Like what?"

"After sex, semen will drip out. Also most women, me included, get all
sticky during ovulation."

"What's that? I know something to do with the egg? Did you have to
wear a pantyliner because of me?"

"Midcycle, that's halfway between periods, one ovary releases an egg.
Glands in the vagina produce mucus which helps hold semen in place to
give it a chance to inseminate the egg. But it can be kind of gooey,
so I wear a minipad."

Carol was feeling more at ease with this simply switching into "nurse
mode".

"And yes, I did have to put on a minipad after we last had sex."

James rubbed some more.

"Can I see it now?"

Back to reality.

"Okay, I will undress for you. But I'm warning you now. It's smelly.
It's gross. You're going to regret this."

On the way back to the bedroom Carol grabbed a towel from her hall
closet. She smelled it, took it, and closed the closet door. Once
inside her bedroom she closed the shades and turned on a light. She
pulled off her shorts. She laid the towel out on the bed and then
removed her button-down shirt. She stood by the bed in only a bra and
panties.

"Do you really want to do this?"

James nodded.

"Come over here."

James walked up beside her.

"You can see these pink tabs. These are the wings from the maxipad. It
helps hold it in place and firmly against my body."

James nodded no differently that if someone were showing him under the
hood of a Ford Escort.

She pulled her panties down just below the lowest point of her vulva.

"Gag, I should've changed this already. Hand me a tissue. A bunch of
tissues."

James quickly grabbed several tissues from her nightstand and handed
them to her. She pulled her panties down more and wiped herself. She
wasn't sure what to do with the tissues and wasn't going to hand them
to James, so she dropped them on the towel.

"This is my maxipad or what's left of it. God I'm bleeding like a
stuck pig."

James kneeled down and looked at it.

"Okay, James!"

He stood back up. She removed her panties and looked at them with a
disgusted look on her face.

"Dammit! I leaked. I have blood stains."

James could see where blood had stained her panties, but couldn't tell
from how she was holding them which end got it.

Carol tossed her panties on the towel and then sat down on it.

"Feel free to run out of here gagging if you want."

"No, this is really interesting."

Carol planted her left foot out a little ways and lifted her right
foot onto the bed. She fished around a little and finally found her
string.

"This is my tampon."

"It's just a string?"

"No, the string attaches to the tampon. It's what lets me pull it back
out."

Carol tugged on the string and her tampon plopped out onto the towel.

"Can I see it?"

Carol reluctantly held the tampon up. James grabbed the string.

"James, ewwwwww!"

She let him take it. He touched the tampon itself.

"It's warm."

Carol decided at this point telling James he was gross was pointless.

"Can I look at you? Down there?"

Carol lifted her left foot onto the bed and lied there like she was at
the gynecologist's office. She could feel James touching her. Even
slipping a finger in.

"James what are you doing?"

She propped herself up and her elbows.

"James, no!"

"James."

James' tongue was well into motion. She had to admit it felt kind of
good. But my God, she couldn't let him do this.

"James, I don't think this is a good idea."

He didn't stop. He was licking her stem to stern it seemed. She
twisted her body and unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"James, take your clothes off."

James stopped only long enough to slip his t-shirt off. He resumed his
tongue work as he slipped his shorts and underpants off in one motion.

"Come up here."

James got into the 69 position with Carol never losing contact with
her bleeding pussy. She took his dick into her mouth and gagged a
little. She hoped he didn't plan on cumming in her mouth today. She
was nauseated thanks to her period and wasn't sure she could stomach
his love juice today. James started toying with her breasts. Her
swollen, sore breasts. She pushed his hand away.

She said the best she could, with his dick in her mouth, "They're sore
because of my period."

Moments later Carol came. It wasn't the earth-shattering orgasms she
had been having with James. But it felt good.

James climbed off of her, reversed, and planted himself inside her.

Carol laughed, "Oh my God, James. Oh..."

"What?"

"Please don't kiss me. Look in the mirror when we're done."

Carols' vagina felt very warm and swollen. That combined with her
being on her period was more than James could handle. He burst into
her birth canal adding to the copious amount of fluids already inside
her.

Never had Carol had sex during her period. All-in-all she didn't think
it was that bad.

"'Can I look at you?' My ass."

James was startled.

"What?"

"Oh you know. Ask if you can have a peek at me then start eating me
out."

"I did want to look at you!"

"Uh huh."

"Really I did. But I saw blood dripping out and..."

"Oh God James, you're so gross."

"Well..."

"You look like... Go look in the mirror."

James got up and Carol got a better look at both of them.

"James, you're a mess. And look at me. We need a shower. Look at your
face. You have a pussy mustache."

James looked in the mirror and saw all around his lips and on his
cheeks he had her blood. He looked down and saw his dick was soaked in
blood.

"Oh God, I'm dripping."

Carol quickly sat on the toilet. She went ahead and peed.

She noticed James was watching her pee. "James, can you start the
shower?"

Without completely taking his eyes off her, James turned on the shower
and adjusted the temperature. Carol stood up to a squat and wiped
herself. She flushed and stepped away. She saw drops of blood on the
toilet seat. She quickly wiped them up and said, "Sorry."

The shared shower wasn't a romantic affair as it had been just the
prior week. The goal was to get Carol's menstrual blood off both their
bodies. It took only a few minutes to get cleaned up. They were both
outside the shower toweling off.

"Yuck, I'm getting messy again."

Carol reached under her sink and pulled out a tampon. She held the
wrapped applicator up and then opened it.

"What do you do with that?"

"The tampon is inside the applicator. I stick this end in." With a
short grunt she slid the plastic tube into her vagina. "I push the
plunger which pushed the tampon up in me and", she pulled out the now
bloody applicator, "out it comes."

Carol noticed James was erect again. His thin frame and large dick
made her think he would fall forward from the weight.

She went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of panties. She walked
back to the sink, put on the panties, and pulled them halfway up her
thigh. She reached into the cardboard box under her sink and pulled
out a pad.

"This is a maxi pad and goes inside my panties." She peeled off the
adhesive backing and place the pad. She pulled the backing off the
wings and wrapped those around. She pulled up her panties and said,
"I'm safe and protected for another few hours."

She saw James' still erect member. She squeezed it and said, "You're
going to put an eye out with that thing."

James blankly said, "Periods are so sexy."

Carol, who had just fastened her bra said "Yeah, sure. I don't think
'sexy' is a term I'd use. Let's not do that again shall we?"

"But I want to! I want to change your tampon and pad next time."

She slipped her shorts back on and squeezed James' cheeks. "I'll think
about the sex, but no on the changing." And then kissed him. "James,
get dressed."

Soon they were standing by her back door. Carol casually looked
around. She had a privacy fence and a screened in patio. But she
didn't want to be too obvious. She planted a long, passionate kiss on
James' lips.

"James, I really love fucking you."

James wasn't sure how to react.

"Thanks."

She watched him leave. She could tell he still had a huge boner.

"I'm going to get myself into a world of trouble with that kid."

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