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Tomboy

By: Stiffy



Our next door neighbors have a young daughter. Her name is Sarah. Sarah is almost 18 years old and she is a tom boy from the word go. All I ever see her wearing is a bulky sweatshirt and a ballcap on backwards. It was not until recently I learned beneath all the bulk of the sweatshirt and backwards ballcaps was a pretty hot young lady. Her parents do not trust anyone so they have home schooled her. She has had virtually no contact with the outside world. And she does not seem to want any contact with the outside world either. She has pen pals all over the world and from what I am told this seems to keep her content. Every once in a while I will see her and say hi to her and she will answer but do nothing else. I have given up trying to get her into a meaningful conversation a long time ago. She recently graduated from her home school and she had senior pictures taken and her folks asked me to scan them so they could send them on the internet to relatives and such.

When I first saw these pictures I was literally blown away. Instead of having her hair pulled back in a pony tail and a ball cap on backwards, I saw long flowing brown hair. Instead of a bulky sweatshirt I saw a pair of breasts under a modest silk top. Her breasts are not big, but it was a relief to see she had any at all. Sarah is tall and somewhat gangly. Her legs are quite long. I realized from her senior pictures that she could be, given the right encouragement, very hot. She wears glasses and is rather plain in appearance. But again, when she got herself made up for the senior pictures, she looked damn fine.

For some time Sarah has handled the feeding of our dog as a favor for some of the things we do for her family. Since I work some graveyards, she will come over and feed and then play with our dog for a while during the day. My wife works during the day so this really helps out a lot. Normally I am in bed when Sarah comes over and I rarely catch a glimpse of her. Since Sarah has recently gotten a computer so she could email her pen pals, I have had several chances to chat with her on the internet. I suppose we have developed somewhat of a speaking relationship. This is much more than we have had in the past and gradually I have learned that Sarah likes to joke around. At least on the internet. When I see her in person, it is back to the shy backward tom boy girl. I installed ICQ for her a while back and now she leaves little jokes and the like for me. I refer to her as little girl and she refers to me as old man. All of this is done in jest.

Since I have seen the senior picture of Sarah I have been looking at her in a much different way. I know she never dates, and has no interest in dating. If ever there was a pampered spoiled brat type girl, Sarah would fit the bill. Whatever she wants, her parents buy for her. She has shown no interest in getting out in the world and seems content to stay with her parents and let them provide for her. I never see anyone her age at their house and I am certain the only contact she has with the outside world is through her pen pals.

A while back, I had stayed up when I got off shift and apparently fell asleep on the sofa. I awoke to a noise in our house and when I opened my eyes just a little, I saw Sarah sitting across the room petting our dog. At first I was embarrassed for having fallen asleep on the sofa. I pretended to still be asleep and opening my eyes very slightly was able to watch what Sarah was doing. She would pet our dog and rub his back and then glance over at where I was asleep. I thought it was peculiar that she was staying in the living room so long. Then Sarah got up and walked over a little closer to me. From time to time she would look to make sure my eyes were closed and I was still asleep. I played the game well and could pretty well track where she was as she moved to the end of the sofa. I opened my eyes just a slit again and saw Sarah was staring intently toward my crotch area. Suddenly I realized what she was looking at.

When I get off work, I change into some baggy shorts and a sweatshirt. That is all I ever have on because I am comfortable in them. I never wear anything under the baggy shorts. In the position I was laying on the sofa I realized Sarah must have been able to see up the leg of my shorts. This sudden realization made my cock flinch and begin to come to life. I had my legs spread with one foot on the end of the sofa and I was certain Sarah could see right up inside my shorts. About that time Sarah heard a noise in another room and she quickly left. "Damn" I thought to myself as I saw her walk out of the room. I reached down and felt the leg hole of my shorts and sure enough, the leg hole was gaping open enough to where Sarah could look up them. I ran my fingers up inside and felt the head of my growing cock not far from the opening. She must have been looking right into the slit on the end of my cock.

I heard Sarah coming back toward where I was. Apparently satisfied she was safe she entered the room again and began petting our dog again. If I had woken up, she could have told me she had just fed our dog and was about to leave. I watched her through the slits of my eyes. Soon, she got up and walked toward the end of the sofa again. Even though she looked like a plain jane in her bulky sweatshirt and backwards ballcap, I knew that under it all her soft young body had to be hot. And it was obvious she was getting curious about the opposite sex. Soon she had worked her way to the end of the sofa again and was staring intently. I took a deep breath as if in a deep sleep and reached down and scratched my balls through the loose fitting shorts. Sarah jumped and quickly looked to make sure I was still asleep. Satisfied that I was she looked back at my crotch area. I left my hand resting on top of my cock under the shorts and every once in a while I would scratch my cock or my balls again as I normally would in a deep sleep. Sarah was transfixed on my hand. She would look apprehensively toward my eyes, then back to my crotch.

Then I reached the leg of my shorts and pulling the one leg of my shorts up I scratched the top of my now fully exposed cock. When I had finished this, I left my hand on top of my cock. I did this more to keep it from jutting straight up since I was getting quite hard by this time. I wanted it to appear normal. That is if Sarah even knew what normal was. She remained almost frozen in her spot, looking at my eyes then back to my cock then back at my eyes. I froze in that position acting as if I was still in a deep sleep. My hand covered only part of my cock and a few inches of it extended beyond then end of my casually placed hand. I lost sight of Sarah as she bent closer to my exposed cock. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could almost swear I felt her breath on the head of my cock. I am not sure how close she got to it, but I know it was very close. Then as quickly as it began, Sarah left. I heard the door shut and raced to the window to see her retreating into her home next door.

At first I was a little nervous about this episode. I was not sure what Sarah had thought. I do know the end of my cock was dripping pre cum. I discovered this after she had left. My mind raced with thoughts of what she was thinking. I mean, she is the one who looked. Hell, I thought to myself. I was asleep. I did not know what to think. I got my answer from the internet. Later when I logged on I had a message from Sarah. "Hey old man, I saw you sleeping on the sofa today."

I responded, "Really, I accidentally fell asleep when I got off this morning."

"You must be a sound sleeper she went on, I thought sure I woke you up playing with your dog."

I began to expand on how sound a sleeper I am. "I have slept through thunderstorms, people moving furniture in the room I am in, and even my wife moving me physically when I am asleep so she can change blankets." I went into a lot of detail about how sound a sleeper I really am.

Sarah seemed skeptical about how soundly I sleep. I told her that once as a prank, my wife had changed my shorts while I was asleep just to prove how soundly I slept. "And you did not wake up through all that"? Sarah responded.

"Not even a slight bit," I answered. "I was shocked to find myself in green panties when I woke up, ha ha". We laughed about that and eventually signed off. I was curious what would happen if Sarah ever had another chance to see me asleep on the sofa. I was relatively certain she would have another chance.

A few days after this exchange I found myself in exactly the same position as before. Except this time I was expecting something to happen. I was wearing the same shorts as before and was having difficulty not getting a hard on at the mere thought of what may happen. I found that if I laid my arm across my forehead I could see her without her seeing me more easily. She came into the room and began playing with our dog again. At one point she tossed the ball over by me and our dog bumped into me retrieving it. She was very interested to see if that woke me. I played the game well and did not budge an inch. As she continued to toss the ball for our dog I took a deep breath as if in a deep sleep and rolled over more on my back. In doing so I raised one leg and reached down to scratch my balls. This got her to stand and move closer to me. Soon I could see she was again at the foot of the sofa and looking up my shorts. I smacked my lips and moaned a little as I again reached down and scratched my hardening cock through my gaping shorts. Then I felt the ball she had been tossing for our dog bounce off my cock. I remained motionless. Again I felt the ball rollup between my legs. It was resting against my balls. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt her hand rubbing against my balls for an extended time as Sarah retrieved the ball she had tossed there. Still I remained motionless. Then I felt her nudge my shoulder and softly say my name. A short while later she again nudged my shoulder somewhat harder this time and said my name louder. Then I saw her move back to the foot of the sofa and bend toward my crotch. Almost as soft as a butterfly I felt her hand on my cock. Softly she squeezed it through my shorts. There was no stopping it now as it grew hard. Soon my shorts were tented as my cock had grown to its full length. I felt her hand circle my cock through my shorts and squeeze more firmly. Then I felt my shorts being drawn back over the hardness of my cock. As my shorts were slowly pulled all the way back my rock hard cock sprang up with a jolt. I lost track of Sarah for a second or two and soon realized she had darted to the other side of the room.

Satisfied that I was still asleep I saw her tentatively move back toward the end of the sofa. I played the sound sleeper to the max and soon I felt her hand on my bare cock. I could see my cock was dripping precum all down the side of it. I felt Sarah touch the precum with her fingertip and I nearly shot my load as she touched the precum to her tongue. Then I felt her hand encircle my cock again and she began moving her hand up and down ever so lightly. I found myself thinking that sweet little Sarah was not as naïve as I had thought. Her hand gradually grew tighter around my cock and my precum was literally pouring from the tip. My mind raced as I found myself getting closer to cumming. I did not know what I could possibly do since I could not let her know I was awake. I watched as Sarah would move her hand up and down my cock and glance toward my eyes to make sure I was still asleep and then back to my cock. Her soft small hand was moving quite a bit faster now and I could see she was only inches away from the head of my cock as she seemed very interested in the precum that was running down the sides of my cock and by now was making that smacking noise as her hand pistoned on my cock. She leaned closer and then I felt her tongue lick the tip of my cock. Lightly at first then again. Then with her eyes looking directly at mine to make sure I was still asleep I felt her lips encircle the head of my cock. That was all I could take and I shot a stream of cum straight into her open mouth. She jerked back like someone had slapped her. But not before I had shot a huge glob of cum into her sweet mouth. Her hand froze on my cock as my cum continued to shoot up and all over my shorts. I saw her swallow what was in her mouth and then she covered the head of my cock with her other hand. It felt like I shot a quart of cum. Sarah's eyes were the size of hubcaps and I knew she was petrified I would wake up. I was not about to ruin this little game of hers.

Eventually I stopped shooting cum and there sat Sarah with her hand dripping cum at my side. She slowly pulled my shorts back over my softening cock and then got up and looking at her cum coated hand she took one last look to make sure all was somewhat normal. Aside from my shorts covered with cum everything looked ok. With that she quietly left the room and the house. As soon as I heard the door shut, I sprang from the sofa and watched as she walked toward her house rubbing her hands together to rub the cum in and look as normal as she could.

That evening on the computer she was silent until I told her that I hoped I did not bother her as I had dozed off on the sofa again. She answered somewhat apprehensively and said that she was getting used to seeing me asleep on the sofa. In the course of the chat back and forth I told her that I kind of liked sleeping there because I had a tendency to have good dreams. When she asked what kind of dreams were those, I replied that she was probably too young to know what I was talking about. Satisfied that I had thought it was all a dream she laughed and called me a dirty old man.

I suspect I can look forward to more such episodes as this one and I will keep you posted.

Tomboy



Note from Slickman: This will be a slow moving story so if you want instant sex go elsewhere. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. 

Tom's life was thrown into frenzy when he found out he would have to move to another town during the middle of his senior year in high school. His father had lost his job and the family couldn't afford for him to stay behind. Not only did he have to move and leave his girlfriend Tracy but they were moving to a big city away from the small town of Clarkton. He had a rough time just before the Christmas break when he had to say goodbye to his basketball teammates and his friends. He promised Tracy he would call every night as she cried on the sidewalk in front of the moving van. He told her it would only be six months and they could get back together again at a college near Clarkton where he had hoped to get a basketball scholarship. . 

The family had to stay at his grandparent's home until his father found a new job. The house was a lot older and the only room available for him was in the finished basement. He was happy down there because he had some privacy, his own bathroom and his own TV. He figured he would just spend the next six months in seclusion. 

"Why don't you go down to the park at the end of the street?" His grandmother said on a Saturday morning before the New Year rang in. "I see kids your age playing basketball and I hear you are pretty good." 

"Na, I'll just watch TV." He said feeling sorry for himself. 

But she would not have it. "Out, get out of my house." She picked up a towel and waved it at him. 

Tom laughed as he ran from the house. He moved slowly down the urban street noticing the neighborhood was clean and the folks seemed friendly enough. He had over a week before he had to start at the local high school. Maybe if he made a few friends it would be easier on him he thought. 

When he turned the corner he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball and saw a guy shooting by himself. Not being that shy Tom opened the swinging gate to the fenced in court and stood watching the guy shoot. After draining about six long shots in a row the kid turned and tossed him the ball. "Let's see what you got." 

Tom looked at the guy and noticed he was wearing long basketball shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. He was around 5 foot 10 inches and seemed to be pretty slim under the loose clothing. Tom hadn't practiced in almost three weeks and was a little rusty as the first shot was an air ball. The kid laughed and tossed it back to him. Tom took a few dribbled to get the feel of the ball and faded back when he shot his next one. This time the ball swished through the chains that substituted as a net. The kid didn't say anything as Tom swished his next four shots. 

"My name is Billie," the kid said as he dribbled out to the corner and turned to make another long shot. 

"Tom." 

"You ah...visiting?" 

"No I just moved in with my Grandparents." Tom grabbed the ball and dribbled a few times between his legs and whipped the ball back to Billie. 

"Which school you going to?" 

"Central Catholic." 

"The team could use you." Billie laughed. "Our team sucks." 

"I'm a senior so they might not take me since the season started already," he said as he did a cross over dribble and scooped up the ball into the basket with his left hand. 

"Nice," the other kid said. 

"Yo, Billie what's up?" A voice rang out from behind them. Tom turned and saw two more kids walking up. 

"This is Tom." Billie said. "He just moved in." 

Tom held out his hand to shake. 

"John," the tall kid announced. Tom reached to shake the other kid's hand but he turned and grabbed the ball. 

"That's Joe," Billie said. "Must be a bad day." 

After the four shot around for about ten minutes Billie asked if they wanted to play some two on two. They all agreed and Billie and Tom played John and Joe. Billie matched up with John that therefore left Tom and Joe playing each other. 

Before the other team knew what hit them Tom popped in two long shots over Joe's out-reached arm. "2 zip." Billie laughed. Since it was winners out Tom once again had the ball with Joe playing him closer. He faked a jump shot and flew around him to easily lay it in. "3 zip." Billie said rubbing it in. 

Tom turned to see Joe totally pissed. Tom tossed him the ball to check and was surprised when the kid flung it back at him. Tom passed to Billie this time to allow Joe to cool down somewhat but Billie was trapped in the corner and had to toss it back to Tom. Again he faked a jump shot and dribbled around Joe. He left his feet to lay it in again and felt Joe's hand smack him across the arm and head. Luckily he was able to grab the post holding up the goal before he crashed to the ground. He turned angrily and stopped. He didn't need to mix it up with someone on the first day at the park. "Foul," he announced as he held out his hands for Joe to throw him the ball to take out. 

Joe laughed. "The little pussy was fouled. I guess he doesn't know the playground rules." 

Tom looked at Billie and John who were trying not to laugh. He bit his tongue and decided to go with the flow. If hard fouls are acceptable then he could do his share as well. Joe moved to take the ball out of bounds and Tom moved to guard him. John was a pretty good player and faked Billie to the left as he drove to the right. He laid the ball in. Thirty-one." Joe said smiling. Tom knew he meant 3 to 1. 

Joe now had the ball and dribbled right with Tom guarding him closely. The boy flew to the right and suddenly pushed Tom away as he faded back for a jump shot. They all turned to see the ball swish through the chains. "Thirty-two," the boy grinned. 

Tom realized quickly that urban street basketball was different than the park in Clarkton. If they could be physical then so could he. Joe again took the ball at the top of the key and moved to the left this time. He tossed John the ball as he cut across the middle and laid it up over Billie. "Thirty-three." Joe laughed. 

Joe checked the ball with Tom again. "Welcome to the city country boy," he said as he backed Tom up with his hips. As Tom lunged to steal the ball Joe turned the other way and banked the ball off the backboard. "Forty-three. Five wins it." 

Steam was coming from Tom's ears now as Joe once again took the ball at the top of the key and faked to his left. Tom pretended to go left but quickly moved back to the right. Joe wasn't expecting his hand to tap the ball away. Tom picked it up and smiled at the startled kid. Before Joe could react Tom's feet left the asphalt and his jump shot banked in the hoop. "I believe it is now Forty-four." Tom laughed. 

Billie was open for a shot as Tom dribbled to his right so he tossed a bounce pass in his direction. Billie grabbed the ball and started for the basket and almost made it until Joe double teamed him and stole the ball. Tom quickly jumped in front of Joe and held his arms outward to prevent him from driving around him. Billie moved left and right trying to find an opening but didn't see any. 

Tom was ready this time for Joe's hand to push him away. As Joe reached out to push off with his hand Tom did the same. His hand pushed against Joe's chest first and he suddenly froze. It was enough for Joe to move around him and make the lay up. "WE WIN!" Joe yelled as he moved over to high five John. 

"What the fuck happened?" Billie asked Tom as they watched Joe and John celebrate. 

"He...he.........has....breasts." Tom stuttered. 

Billie broke down laughing. "Oh fuck I thought you knew Jo is a girl." 

"I better be going." Tom said still shocked that a girl had beaten his ass in basketball. He waved to John and Jo and headed off the court. As he opened the gate he heard footsteps and turned around to see Jo smiling at him. 

"If you ever grab my tit again I'll kick you in the nuts," she grinned. 

"I...didn't know," he said still shocked. "I'm sorry." 

Jo winked at him. "Will we see you tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I'll be back," he said as he moved away. He turned and saw her blue eyes looking at his ass. As he turned the corner he glanced back and saw the three of them laughing as they headed down the street the other way. 

*****

"So how was it?" Tom's grandmother asked when he came through the kitchen door. 

"Different," he replied. "Very different." Tom moved down to the basement and picked up the phone to call Tracy. He was not going to tell her he had touched another girl's breast. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft feel. 

"I know I miss you too," he said. Their relationship had reached a point where they had touched and kissed each other but had not gone all the way. They were both virgins. 

"A dance? This Saturday night?" Tom repeated. "I'm sorry Tracy I can't make it back this soon." It was a three hour drive to Clarkton. "Yes you go but don't be messing around with anyone." Tom hung up the phone later and sighed. Life sucked. 

*****

Jo waved goodbye to Billie and John as she entered her two-story home. 

"Josephine is that you?" Her mother yelled from the kitchen. 

"Mom, I told you to call me Jo," the girl said as she moved into the kitchen and sat next to her twin sister Karen. 

"Out with the boys?" Karen smirked as she painted her fingernails. 

Jo glanced at the perfect hair and makeup on her twin. They might be identical sisters in appearance but definitely not in life. As rough and tough Jo was Karen was equally feminine in her ways. 

"Yeah so what?" Jo snapped back. "A new boy moved in the hood." 

"Is he cute?" Karen asked sitting up straight. 

"How would I know?" Jo laughed. 

"Oh yes, you don't like boys do you?" Karen quipped. "Maybe the rumors are true about you liking girls." 

"Fuck you." Jo said. 

"Stop it right now," their mother said. "Can't you two get alone at least one day a year?" 

"Yes if you tell her to shut up," Jo said as she stood and left the room. 

Jo was lying on her bed tossing the basketball up in the air when Karen knocked. "Come in," she said. 

"I'm sorry about the lesbian remark," her sister said as she came in to sit next to Jo on the bed. "I was just kidding." 

"Whatever." Jo said showing no interest. 

"So tell me about this new boy." 

"God I don't know. He shoots a great jump shot and has good hands." 

"Good hands huh?" Karen giggled. 

"Is sex all you think about?" Jo asked. 

"Well I'm tired of being the only virgin in.......," she stopped. "I mean except for you the only virgin in our class." 

"I'm sure I can talk John or Billie to fuck you if you want." Jo laughed. 

"God, you are so gross sometimes," her sister said. "Is he coming back to play tomorrow?" 

"Who knows," Jo said lying. 

Karen stood and walked from Jo's room. 

It was later than evening when Jo walked from the shower that Karen came bursting into the bathroom that they shared. "Don't you ever knock?" Jo said as she quickly wrapped the large towel around her naked body. 

"You know you have a nicer body than me. You should show it sometime." Karen said as she looked at her sister's full breasts pushing out the towel and the cute ass cheeks exposed under the terrycloth. 

"I'm not a slut like you," Jo said as she grabbed Karen and led her out the door. Jo smiled as she looked at her body in the full length mirror behind the door. She pulled the towel away and saw the hard nipples pushing upward. She had tried to forget the new boy's face and his ass but couldn't. Her heart felt funny and the tingling between her legs had not gone away. For the first time in her life Jo felt real sexual desire. That night was the first time she had ever gone to bed in the nude and the first time in a long time that she had masturbated. The important thing was that it was the first time she had really climaxed. 

*****

"See you later Gram!" Tom yelled as he ran out the front door. It was about the same time that he had played basketball the previous day and he wanted to get there early to practice some. He heard the basketball being dribbled and the metal backboard sound when the ball bounced off. He turned the corner and saw one of the guys shooting. When he got closer he realized it was the girl Jo. 

"Hi," Tom said as he walked cautiously onto the court. He didn't want her to smack him with the ball or kick him in the nuts like she had warned. 

"Hi," Jo said with a smile. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I guess I was a little rough on ya." 

"Na that's OK," he said as he caught the basketball she tossed him, "I guess I was a pussy when we played." 

Jo laughed. "John and Billie can't make it so I guess we can just shot around some." 

"That's cool." Tom said smiling. The tough girl wasn't so tough after all. 

"You know you are pretty good," he said as she swished two consecutive shots from the corner. "You must be on the team." 

"Yeah I play," Jo replied. She didn't want to be the one to tell him she was first team all state last year as a junior and had the top schools recruiting her. "You're a shoe in to make the boy's team." 

"I hope I'm eligible." 

"You are." Someone said from behind the fence. Tom turned and saw a priest standing there. 

"Hi Father Tim." Jo said as she ran over to open the gate to the court. 

Tom dribbled the ball over to him. "So this is the one I've been hearing about?" The priest said looking at him. 

"Hearing about?" Tom asked. 

"First I get this call from a coach in Clarkton about this kid who can shoot the eyes out and then I get phone calls from others who told me to come to the park today." Father Tim said. "I haven't seen you miss yet." 

"Lucky I guess," Tom said blushing. 

"Well I'm also the basketball coach at the school and yes you are eligible if you want to come out for the team." 

"That would be great." Tom said smiling. 

"The first practice after the holidays is next Monday after school. Bring your stuff in early and I'll give you a locker in the team locker room." Father Tim said before he turned and left. 

"I guess you are on the team," Jo said as she smacked him in his ass as she ran to pick up the basketball. 

"Hey watch it!" Tom laughed. 

For the next five minutes they took turns trying to make the most foul shots before they missed. Jo had hit fifteen in a row and Tom had twelve and was still shooting. As Tom was shooting his thirteenth shot he glanced over at Jo who was pulling the baggy sweatshirt over her short blonde hair. He froze when her tee shirt underneath pulled out of her shorts showing him her muscular abs. 

Jo realized he was starring at her upper body and quickly pulled down her shirt which now showed her ample breasts. "Don't get any ideas," she giggled. She was glad John and Billie had not showed up today because she didn't like showing them her feminine attributes. 

"Don't worry I don't want to be kicked in the nuts," he laughed as he stroked the thirteenth foul shot through the hoop. 

"I think I'm going to beat you," Tom announced when his fourteenth shot swished through. As he aimed for the shot to tie her he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It almost made him miss the shot which bounced around on the rim before it fell through. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before. 

"Hi," Karen said smiling at him. He was even cuter than she had imagined or even hoped for. "I'm Jo's sister Karen." 

Jo saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at her sister. She had seen it before in the boy's eyes when Karen made her grand entrance. Today she had pulled out all stops and was wearing a halter blouse and a very short denim skirt. Her raised heels made her legs look even longer and sexier. 

"Hi I'm Tom," he said smiling. He looked at Jo. "Are you two....twins?" 

"It's hard to believe isn't it?" Karen said smiling. 

"Yeah she's a stuck up bitch," Jo said as she hooked the ball fifteen feet into the hoop. 

"Now-now sis be nice," Karen added. "I hope to see you in school." 

"Yeah me too," he said realizing the smile had not left his face. 

"If you are not doing anything later would you like to stop by my house? We can listen to some music or something?" Karen asked. 

"Listen to some music or something...La de da." Jo laughed as she repeated the words in her sister's voice. 

Tom laughed. "Sure I would like that." 

"Come over at seven. It's the next street over number 82." Karen said smiling. "You are going out with the gang tonight right?" She directed to Jo. 

Jo realized her sister had moved right in and had made claim to the new boy. Tonight the guys liked to meet at Billie's house to play video games. "Maybe." She answered. 

Karen and Jo gave each other hard stares until Karen broke eye contact and backed off. "I'll see you at seven Tom." She turned and made sure she gave her best ass wiggle as she strolled down the street. 

"I'll see you at seven Tom." Jo repeated as she copied Karen's wiggle. Tom broke down laughing and admiring Jo's nice butt shaking in the basketball shorts. 

"I would have never guessed that she was your sister," he said as they sat on the bottom seat of a wooden bleacher near the sideline. 

"I guess you have a girl friend back in Podunk right?" Jo said as she dribbled the ball while she sat. 

"Yes and no," he said. "We said we would try to wait until the summer but being this far away is tough." Tom wanted to make sure Karen knew he was available in case Jo said something later. 

"So you are like most guys. If something better comes along then take it right?" 

"That's not what I said," he laughed as he jabbed her on the shoulder. Jo suddenly pushed him back. 

"I didn't say it was wrong did I?" Jo laughed as she tossed the ball against his chest and caught it as it bounced back into her hands. Tom lunged to get the ball but she curled her arms and body around it. He tried to pull it away but couldn't. As his fingers moved around the ball he once again came in contact with one of her breasts. He froze waiting for her to kick him but she didn't. She acted like it was not happening so he keep grabbing for the ball and feeling her soft mound. 

Jo gasped when his fingers touched her breast again. She pulled the ball tighter against her which then trapped his fingers between the ball and her boob. After a few seconds she relaxed her gripped and let him take the ball. As soon as he got it she jumped on top of him until he was lying on his back on the bleacher seat. Jo's body moved over his as he held the ball above his head beyond her reach. Her whole body was now lying directly on his and that's when she felt it. His hard penis pushed against her stomach. 

Before Tom could respond he felt Jo jump off of him and saw her run from the court. "Jo I'm sorry!" He yelled as she ran down the street. He picked up her sweatshirt and took a deep breath. He had to get laid quickly because it didn't take much for him to get hard. 

*****

"God he is so cute," Karen said as Jo smashed through the front door. 

Jo looked at her sister and gritted her teeth in anger. "Leave me alone." 

"What did I do?" Karen asked as her tomboy sister ran up the stairs. 

Jo tried to forget about Tom as she got ready to go out to meet with the guys. She tossed on her Knicks shirt and long sweatpants and headed by her sister's room. She peeked in to see Karen standing in the sexiest set of black panties and bra she had ever seen. 

"I guess those are for Tom." Jo said after pushing the door open. 

"Yes, do you think he will like them?" Karen giggled as she turned her body to show Jo the black thong strap down between her buttocks. 

"You are such a slut." Jo said. "I don't think he will fall for your shit." 




Tomboy



"He doesn't have a chance. Mom and Dad will be out tonight and we will have the place to ourselves." 

"God!" Jo said as she slammed the door and hurried outside. She looked at her watched and saw it was 6:45PM. 

Jo made it half-way to Billie's house until she stopped and headed back to her house. She saw her mother and father's car drive by and when she turned the corner she saw Tom standing in her doorway. She hid behind a tree and waited for Karen to let him inside. Once he was in she moved down the small alleyway next to her house and slipped up to the small enclosed back porch. The door was eased open and Jo slipped inside the narrow hallway. She could hear voices from the small living room. 

"I'm glad you came." Karen said as she handed him a glass of soda. 

"Thanks for inviting me," he said as he watched her move over and close the curtains on the large picture window. Her skirt was so tight he could see the straps of her thong. His eyes never left her ass as she moved over to the stereo and put on a soft playing CD. 

Jo tiptoed down the hallway and peeked through the louvered doors at her sister now sitting next to Tom on the sofa. 

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Karen asked. 

"Er....well..." Tom hesitated not expecting her question. He had never been with a girl before who was so forward. "Hey where is Jo tonight? 

"Not here. Answer my question." 

Tom unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt. He was feeling very hot. "Are your parent's home? 

"No we are all alone and nobody will be bothering us." She giggled. "So do you?" She was not letting it go. 

"Love at first sight?" He repeated. "No I don't think so." 

"Then you are wrong," she smiled and grabbed his hand in hers. She pulled it up to the middle of her breasts and held it there. 'Feel my heart beat." 

Tom was feeling something but it wasn't her heart. His wrist pushed into one soft breast as his fingers pushed into the other one. 

"Can you feel it?" 

"OH YES...I feel it." He said with a cough. Her hard nipple was now pressing into his wrist. 

"I've felt this way since I saw you today," she whispered. One hand kept his hand pressed against her chest while the other one moved up to push the dark curl back across his forehead. 

Tom heart raced as he thought about the chances of this girl allowing him to fuck her. He would finally lose his virginity. But at the same time she was coming on a little too strong and he was worried he would fumble around and mess things up. "We are going a little fast aren't we?" He said as he jerked his hand from her soft orbs. 

"When I see what I want I don't normally hold back," Karen grinned as she lowered her hand to this bare thigh just under his shorts. As her fingers slid slowly up and under the hem he grabbed her wrist. "I...a....have a girlfriend." 

Jo could barely see the top of her hand as it pressed to get under his shorts. She thought about going outside and coming in the front door to interrupt them but waited. She wondered if her slut sister's tactics would work on him plus if she pulled down his pants she wanted to see. 

"She's far away right?" Karen asked as she squeezed and released his muscular thigh. 

Tom's mind was doing flip flops. He wanted to let this beautiful girl touch him but at the same time was worried about having intercourse for the first time. "I...ah....don't have...you know...protection." 

Karen was taken back at first. "Protection?" Then it hit her that he did not have a condom. "Now it's you going a little too fast," she giggled. "I'm not that easy." 

"Yeah right," Jo whispered as she watched Tom release her wrist. He was going to allow her to touch him. Jo moved slowly back out of the kitchen and down the hallway. She tiptoed down to the parlor doorway and looked through the leaves of a large plant. She smiled because she could now see their entire bodies and Karen's whole hand was pushed up under his loose shorts and boxers. 

"Ah!" Tom moaned when her fingertips found the side of his hard-on. 

"Holy cow!" Karen cried out as her fingers traveled up to the tip and back down. He was at least three inches bigger than her last boyfriend. 

"Please take it out," Jo begged softly. Her own panties were soaked. 

"I've got to see this," the girl said as she pulled her fingers out and quickly released the snap on his shorts. The sound of the zipper could be heard through the whole house. Karen wasted little time as she searched through the opening of his boxers and found what she was looking for. 

Jo almost knocked the plant over when his long penis popped out into her sister's hand. She had seen one penis in her life and it was at a party not too long ago on a drunk 18 year-old kid who was passed out. The other guys had stripped him and covered his body with shaving cream. But, his penis was only about four inches soft. Tom's was at least twice that size and was rock hard. 

Tom closed his eyes and remembered the few times Tracy had jerked him off in the back seat of his father's car. But it was dark then and private. Now his prick was on display in the well lit living room of a girl he had only met today. Right then he didn't care. 

Jo watched knowing her sister was a virgin and probably wouldn't allow him to fuck her. She watched the girl's experienced fingers stroke up and down while at times she would play with his balls. 

"Don't you want to touch me too?" Karen teased as she moved closer to him. Her short skirt was so high on her thighs both Tom and Jo could see the black lace design of the silky trim. 

Tom's fingers quickly searched up her hot thighs and under the short skirt. His experience with Tracy allowed him to pull back on the edge of the undies and slide his finger under them until he found her warm dripping pussy lips. His fingers searched and discovered that the only pubic hair was a small puff on the top of her slit. He moved to the hard clit and rubbed. 

"OH!" Karen moaned loudly. She did not expect him to be so good. Her thighs opened and she grabbed the top of her panties and lifted. He moved his fingers out to allow the silky black panties to move by. She lifted her feet and tossed the panties to the side. She giggled at his face as he looked at a pussy for the first time. 

"You've seen one before right?" 

"Sure," he lied. Actually he had touched Tracy in the dark back seat but she would not allow him to see her down there. His fingers returned and explored. She was a virgin. 

Jo had seen enough. She moved quickly but quietly out the back door and up to the front. She made sure she made enough noise when opening the storm door and pretended to have problems putting the key into the slot. She pushed the door hard back against the stop and dropped her keys. But the time she made it to the parlor Tom and her sister were sitting about two feet apart and were staring at her. 

"Shit it's only Jo," Karen said. "We thought it was Mom and Dad." 

"Nope just me," she said smiling. "I didn't interrupt anything did I?" She noticed the large bulge in Tom's shorts. 

"No...," Tom answered. "Yes....," Karen said at the same time. 

Jo smiled and moved to the chair in front of them and just sat there. 

Karen gave her a mean look to get lost but Jo just smiled back. "Hey Tom would you like to see my basketball signed by Kobe Bryant?" 

"Really? You got Kobe's signature. Wow," he said. He watched as Jo stood and walked up the stairs to her room. He quickly jumped up and followed her. 

"WAIT!" Karen screamed but it was too late. She would get even she thought. 

Tom moved into Jo's room and relaxed. It had been fun with Karen but she had gone a little too fast and when Jo came into the front door he thought it was her parents. He took a deep breath as she reached up to get the basketball off her bookshelf. 

"Are you OK?" Jo asked. "You look a little flushed." 

"Yeah," he smiled. "Your sister moves a little faster than what I'm used to." 

"Don't worry you are with me now," she grinned. "I'll protect you." 

"Thanks," he said smiling. He had never had a close friend who was a girl before. He fell back onto her bed and tossed the ball up into the air. "Kobe fakes left and shoots! HE SCORES! Lakers win!" 

Tom smiled as he tossed the ball back to Jo. "You know I'm sorry about what happened on the bleachers today." 

Jo panicked as she remembered feeling his hard-on as she lay on top of him. "No prob. I'm cool," she said lying. Actually her body was burning up as she wanted to strip off his and her clothing and jump under the covers. 

"Thanks," he said smiling. 

"What for?" She asked. 

"For being the first friend I've made here." His arms reached out and pulled her body into his for a hug. 

Her lips lightly brushed against his neck. "I'm happy to be your friend." She whispered. 

"Hey thanks for stealing Tom!" Karen cried out when she push opened the door. She stopped when she saw them hugging. 

"God doesn't he know about your sexual preference?" Karen blurted out. 

Tom and Jo broke away and he looked at her. Jo wanted to tell him the truth about how much she desired him but couldn't. "I...a...." she suddenly stood and walked quickly into the bathroom. As tears came to her eyes she heard Tom tell Karen he had to leave. A few minutes later she heard the door close downstairs. 

About five minutes later Karen didn't know what hit her when Jo's body flew through the door and tackled her. "YOU BITCH!" Jo screamed as she grabbed a hand full of perfect blonde hair and slung the weaker sister around. Jo's body quickly jumped on top of Karen's and she pushed her sister's arms back to hold her down by her wrists. "I should kill you right now!"

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" Jo heard her father's voice behind her. Before she could jump off of Karen his large hand grabbed her arm and pulled. 

Jo tried to get away from him but he was too strong. "She told Tom I am a lesbian!" 

Jo, her dad and mother all turned to look at Karen. "I didn't say actually say those words!" 

"She might as well have said them." Jo said crying in public for the first time. Her father let her go as she ran back to her room and slammed the door. 

"Now slowly please tell us what is going on," their mother said. 

***** 

"Your Grandfather and I are going to visit Aunt Nancy tomorrow so you will have the place to yourself," his Grandmother told Tom at the dinner table. Tom's Father had found a temporary job and his mother was working at the local hospital. 

"OK," he said wondering if he could get Karen over to continue what they had started. 

As soon as his grandparents pulled away from the house the next morning Tom called Karen's house. He expected to hear Karen's voice but he heard Jo's hello instead. 

"Hi," Tom said. 

Jo recognized his voice right away. "Whaasup?"

Tom didn't want to ask Jo to get Karen. "What are you doing today?" He asked instead. 

"Nuttin," she said. "Do you want to shoot some hoops?" 

"Sure," he replied. "Meet you at the court in ten?" 

"OK," she said before hanging up. 

"Who was that?" Karen asked as she walked cautiously in the kitchen expecting her tomboy sister to jump her again. 

"None of your fuckin' business," Jo answered without looking at her. 

"You like him don't you?" 

"NO!" Jo lied. "I just don't want a slut like you to mess him up." 

"Jo I'm sorry about what I said yesterday," her sister said. "I guess I was upset because you interrupted us." 

"I interrupted you," Jo quickly responded. "Just leave him alone." Jo turned and walked away. 

"I can't," Karen whispered as she remembered his long shaft in her tiny hand. "I can't."

When Jo arrived at the court Tom was already there and was talking to some kids on the bleachers. She recognized her girlfriend and teammate Tina and Billie sitting there. 

"Yo, my best girl Tina," Jo said as she slapped the other girl's hand. She just pointed at Billie who pointed back. 

Tom and Billie took the basketball and moved over to one of the hoops to shoot. 

"Damn woman why didn't you call me?" Tina said as she watched Tom go up and dunk the ball. 

"Maybe I didn't want any competition?" Jo smiled. 

"You mean cold hearted Jo has finally found a man?" Tina laughed. 

"Shut it," she laughed as she pulled Tina up to walk over and shoot with the guys. 

"OK who plays who?" Billie asked. 

"Tina and I will take you two on," Jo challenged. 

"Come on make it fair," Billie laughed. 

"Billie please don't piss her off," Tom chuckled. 

Tina and Jo took the ball out and the guys played them close. Billie took the opportunity to hand check Tina as much as possible. When his hand strayed to her small breast she slapped his hand away hard. "Careful," she grinned. 

The girls lost the ball when Tom slapped it away from Tina as she tried to dribble between the two guys. Billie grabbed the ball and faked Tina to the left as he dribbled back to the right. As he rose to lay it in she grabbed his ass which knocked him off balance. The ball rolled off the front of the rim. "Hey no fair!" he grinned. 

But Tom grabbed the rebound and laid it back in. 

Tina could see that Jo was not her normal aggressive self because she had backed away from getting the rebound. "Hey love him some other time. We are playing hoops girl." Tina whispered. 

It was enough to get Jo started. When Tom went up for a jump shot Jo turned and pushed her body hard into his to box him out. Tom's feet hit the asphalt off-balanced as his body felt back and he landed on his ass. "Sorry," Jo laughed as she grabbed the rebound and tossed it back to Tina who sank a fifteen foot shot. 

Tom grinned and went immediately on defense. He did not hold anything back and bumped and pushed Jo whenever possible. She did the same and one time actually grabbed a hold of his prick as he pushed her off for a rebound. Billie and Tina were also physical and both made sure to get their touches in wherever possible. By the time the game ended all four players were at a high sensual level. 

"Hey would you guys like to crash back at my place? The family is out for the day." Tom asked as they sat together on the bleachers. 

"Yeah," Billie quickly said looking over at Tina who he had a thing for. 

Tina smiled at Jo who smiled back. "Sure," 

The four grabbed their stuff and headed down the street to Tom's Grandparents home. 

"My room is downstairs," he said as he guided them into the old house. Billie moved down the stairs first followed close behind by Tina and Jo. "I'll get some drinks," Tom announced from the top of the stairs. 

Jo quickly looked around and saw a futon and a chair. A TV sat on a table in the corner and she could see a bathroom in the back. "Be right back," she said as she moved into the small bath and closed the door. She peeked in the small cabinet over the sink and found his shaving stuff and toothpaste. She pulled the glass shower door open and saw his shampoo and soap. 

Tom noticed Jo was in the bathroom as he handed Tina and Billie a soda. "This place is pretty cool," Billie said as he and Tina sat close together on the futon. "At least you have some privacy. My room is next to my parents." 

Jo came out of the bathroom and sat on the floor in front of the large chair. She hoped Tom would sit next to her. She got her wish. 

For the next thirty minutes they all brought Tom up to speed on the kids and teachers at the school. Billie's arm moved around Tina's back and when his hand dropped to her shoulder she didn't acknowledge it. Both Tom and Jo noticed it right away and Jo became nervous sitting this close to Tom. 

"Hey do you want to help me get some snacks upstairs?" Tom asked Jo. She said yes and followed him upstairs. 

"You like Tina huh?" Tom asked as he pulled a large bag of chips down from the cabinet. 

"What?" Jo asked not realizing what he was asking. "Yeah Tina's a..." She stopped suddenly realizing what he was asking. He really thought she was a lesbian. 

"That's cool with me," he said. "I've never really known a girl who...you know...digs other girls." 

Jo again was lost for words. Before she could tell him the truth he once again left her standing. When they returned to the basement they both saw Tina and Billie suddenly push away from each other. It looked as if they had been kissing. 

"Sorry to interrupt," Tom said smiling. 

"Tina, can I talk to you upstairs?" Jo asked as she stood by the bottom of the stairs. 

"Sure." Tina said as she let go of Billie's hand that she was holding. 

When they got to the top of the stairs and closed the basement door Jo laughed. "Tom thinks I'm a lesbian." 

"No shit? Why would he think that?" 

"My dumb ass sister told him yesterday. She was pissed that I interrupted her attempt to fuck him." 

"You told him you aren't gay right?" 

"Well no," she said. "Right now I'm his best friend and I don't want to screw it up by telling him I'm straight."

"How would that screw it up? Maybe he likes you?" 

"I'm his best buddy. I thought maybe I would play the game for a while longer to get him to know me better. I was wondering..." 

"Oh shit, I can see something coming." Tina giggled. Jo pulled her ear to her mouth as she whispered her plan. 

*****

"What do you think that is all about?" Billie asked Tom as they sat waiting for the girls to return. 

"I hate to break it to you but I was told that Jo is gay." Tom said softly. 

Billie burst out laughing. "Yeah right." 

"No really," Tom continued. "I think she likes Tina." 

Billie was laughing so hard he didn't have time to tell Tom he was full of shit. 

"What's so funny?" Tina asked as the girls walked down the stairs. 

"He........" Billie started to say before Tom cut him off. "I told him a joke." 

"Well tell us," Tina said as she once again sat next to Billie. 

"Can't, it's a bad one." Tom added. 

"Fuck man, we can handle it right Jo?" Tina said. 

"Sure Tom tell us," she said smiling. 

Tom thought quickly and remembered a really bad joke he had heard. "Why did God give women legs?" 

Jo and Tina looked at each other. "We give up." 

"So they wouldn't leave snail tracks." 

Suddenly Billie broke up again. 

"That's horrible!" Jo said as she slapped Tom's arm. 

"You asked for it right?" Tom said, holding his hand up in defense. 

"Let's forget we even asked," she said. "What do you guys want to do now?" 

"I want to dance." Tina said as she stood up in her baggy basketball shorts and loose tee shirt. 

"Me too." Jo said smiling. She held her hand out to Tom. 

"I'm not into dancing," he said as he pushed back in the chair. 

"Me neither," Billie said. 

"Well I guess it's you and me." Jo said smiling at Tina. "Do you have some music?" 

"Sure," Tom said as he jumped up to turn on the small mini-stereo system. "Fast or slow?" 

"Slow," Jo said trying not to laugh. She heard the soft music and pulled Tina into her body. Her leg quickly pushed between the smaller girl's legs and crushed up against Tina's pussy. She didn't hold back as her fingers moved down over Tina's small ass. Tina's leg and fingers did the same to Jo. 

"God," Billie moaned as he sat forward watching the two eighteen year-old girls grind their bodies together. His penis was hard already from his necking session with Tina and now was out of control. 

Tom too was breathing hard as he watched every man's dream. Two cute girls were touching each other's ass and rubbing their pussies with their legs. He looked over at Billie and smiled. His mouth opened and his lips said, "I told you so" without making a sound. 

"Are they looking?" Jo whispered in Tina's ear since she could not see them. 

"On the edge of their seats," the smaller girl replied. "Are you ready?" 

"Yes," Jo whispered as she turned her head towards Tina and opened her mouth. 




Tomboy



"Shit," Tom uttered. The two girls were not only kissing they had their mouths wide open and he could see their tongues rolling together. His prick was pushing up the front of his nylon shorts. 

"Billie's touching himself," Tina giggled as her mouth moved away from Jo's. 

Jo wanted to turn so she could see but Tina kept her facing away from them. She felt Tina's hands move up over her ass to grab the waistband of her shorts. "What are you doing?" Jo whispered. 

"This," the girl giggled as she pushed the nylon shorts down until the guys could see Jo's pink panties doing a lousy job covering her pink buttocks. 

"TINA!" Jo quickly turned the girl until Tina was now in front of her and her uncovered ass was pointing away from the horny guys. This was not part of the plan. Before Tina could react Jo grabbed the top of Tina's shorts and jerked them down to her knees. 

"HEY!" Tina cried out as she felt the cool air strike her cute little round butt. She wished now she had worn sexier panties than the plain white bikinis. 

"YEAH!" Billie screamed when he saw Tina's ass. Tina reached down to pull the shorts back up but Jo stopped her. "Take them off." 

"You take yours off too!" Tina giggled. 

Tom's wildest wet dream was coming true when he saw both girls push their shorts down and off their feet. They moved back together again and slowly did a 180 degree turn so the boys could see both of their rears. 

"Take off the shirts!" Billie shouted. 

"Do you wanta?" Jo whispered in Tina's ear. The small girl giggled and grabbed Jo's shirt bottom and waited until Jo grabbed hers. At the same time they jerked their arms up over their heads and pulled the shirt off the other one's head. When the shirts hit the floor by their shorts the two girls were standing in only their sport bras and panties. 

Their fronts quickly pressed together again to prevent the boys from seeing their hard nipples and damp panties. 

As Jo peeked down to see the high rise in Tom's shorts Tina's mouth again found hers. She opened her eyes in shock because the plan was only to kiss once. Tina's tongue was now moving for her pleasure and not the boys. Again Tina's fingers moved down over Jo's ass but this time they moved under the silky undies and touched her hot flesh. 

Jo jerked her mouth away. "What are you doing?" she whispered in Tina's ear as the girl's fingers explored down over the bottom of her ass and slowly between her thighs. "Tina you are going to touch...OH GOD!" Jo cried out when Tina's fingers slipped between her dripping crease. No one, other than herself, had ever touched her there. 

Tina's fingers moved up Jo's virgin pussy until she pushed against the little man in the boat as her gym teacher had called the clitoris. Her eyes were locked on the pink tip of Billie's penis which was now poking out under the edge of his shorts. "Touch me," Tina whispered in Jo's ear. 

Jo was trying to catch her breath when she heard Tina's voice. The girl wanted her to finger her pussy. "This is....going too.........far." Jo whispered. 

Tom had seen Billie touch his hard-on so he started doing the same. Never in Clarkton would something like this happen. He was suddenly so happy that he had moved. As Tina's fingers curled under Jo's ass the pink panties moved down until he could now see his new gay friend's buttocks in their entirety. They were magnificent. It's too bad she's a lesbian he thought. 

Tina grinned when she felt Jo's fingers move down the back of her white undies and under her ass. Her legs opened to allow Jo to push her fingers into her moist folds. Jo quickly found the other girl's clit and rubbed it at the same speed Tina's fingers were doing to hers. 

All four of them were about to climax when they heard a door open upstairs and footsteps through the house. 

"Oh fuck it's my Grandparents!" Tom yelled. "Get dressed quickly!" 

Tina and Jo pulled their damp fingers out of each others panties and quickly grabbed their shirts and shorts. They managed to get them on just as the basement door opened. "Tom, are you down there?" 

"Yes Grandma!" He yelled trying not to laugh. Tina had put her shirt on inside-out. She saw him smiling and quickly pulled her shirt off and fixed it before she put it back on again. She realized both boys had seen her tiny hard nipples through the paper thin sports bra. 

"Is someone down there with you?" 

"Yes a few of my friends!" 

They heard the door open and the footsteps of the older woman as she walked slowly downward. She peeked around the corner and smiled. "It's good you have made new friends so fast," the older woman said. 

"Would you kids like some milk and cookies?" 

"Sure," Tina said as she sat looking so cute and innocent. It was only minutes before that her fingers were toying with Jo's love button. 

"Tom will you help me?" His Grandmother asked. 

Tom glanced down at his hard-on and panicked. "I'll be up in a few minutes." 

They watched the elder lady walk up the stairs and Billie broke down laughing. "What's wrong Tom can't you stand up?" 

"Sure," Tom smiled as he slowly stood. 

Tina was the most shocked since she had no idea how big Tom was. She grabbed Jo's arm when she saw his tower of power pushing the front of his shorts outward. 

"I better throw some cold water on my face," he laughed as he moved into the bathroom to cool down. 

"Did you see that?" Tina whispered in Jo's ear. 

"Hands off," Jo whispered back. That piece of meat was hers. 

A half hour later, after cookies and milk, Tina and Billie said they had to go. It left Jo and Tom alone in the basement. 

"I'm sorry my Grandma interrupted Tina and you," he said as they sat on the futon. 

Jo thought about her girlfriend passing the line they had agreed to. "It was pretty hot though. Don't you think?" 

"God yes," he replied. "I think you have her hooked now." 

"I was kind of nervous," Jo said thinking fast, "I really don't know what to do." 

Tom blushed. "I guess two girls just touch and kiss." 

"I guess I'm not that good at kissing." 

"You looked pretty good to me," he laughed. 

"I guess I need someone to practice with," she grinned. 

"If you liked guys I'd be happy to practice with you." 

"That would be cool," she said. "It's not that I don't like guys I just like girls better." 

"Really?" he asked. His mind suddenly thought that maybe he could get Jo to play around some with him. "If you want to...you know....kiss I'd like to help you." 

"But your Grandma," she said looking at the stairs. 

"She won't come down and if she does we will hear her. She's pretty slow," he laughed. 

Tom looked nervous. "How do you want to do this?" 

Jo smiled and moved her eyes over to look into his. "Like this." Their eyes closed as her soft lips moved forward to brush gently on his. She nibbled on his lower lip and pulled it downward opening his mouth for her tongue. Within seconds their lips were locked and their tongues raced to turn the other one on. After two wonderful minutes Jo slipped her mouth from his but did not move far away. "That was a good start." She giggled as she took a deep breath and plastered her mouth again on his. This time she found his tongue and sucked it into her mouth. 

Tom tried to keep under control since they were supposed to be just practicing but her nice soft breasts were pressing into his arm and side and her elbow was resting dangerously on the top of his thigh only inches from his hard-on. 

"Am I doing OK?" She said as she pulled her lips away again. She smiled as his hands on her back pulled her mouth back. She knew her arm was close to touching his penis so she allowed it to slowly creep up his thigh until she touched the hard tip. His body suddenly froze and after a few seconds realizing she was going to keep touching it his fingers moved down her back and over her ass. He cupped her soft buttock and gently squeezed it. 

Jo slipped her mouth away again and moved it to his ear. As she sucked on the tender lobe she whispered, "Who said you could touch my ass?" 

"Well...I....," he started to say something about her elbow in his lap but her mouth again locked onto his. He felt her elbow sliding up and down his penis like she was measuring its length and hardness. 

Tom was now moaning as this prick was ready to pop. Again Jo moved her mouth to his ear. "Are you OK?" She teased. "Do you want me to stop moving my elbow?" 

"No please?" he begged. 

Their mouths again crushed together and Jo's elbow kept rubbing against his stick. Ten seconds later Tom's arms pulled her tightly against him as he climaxed. "OH GOD JO!" he cried. He suddenly realized he had made a huge mess in his boxers and shorts. "I've got to clean up," he laughed as he ran unto the small bathroom. 

Jo sat nervously waiting for him to return. What would they now say to each other? She was ready to tell him that she was not gay when he opened the door and walked into the basement with only a white towel wrapped around his lower body. The shape of his penis was easily seen. 

"I better get some clean clothes on," he smiled as he walked over to a small dresser. He glanced at her and her eyes were on his towel. 

"Do you want me to turn around?" She asked. Her heart was about to burst out of her body. 

"Not unless you want to," he grinned. "I guess you being gay makes it all right." 

"Sure," she quickly said. Her eyes never left his hips as he pulled the towel away and stood there completely naked. His ass was so nice and firm. She wished he would turn around. 

"It's so cool having a friend, I mean a friend girl who I can be close to like this," he said as he did a slow turn. His long hard prick was pointing straight out at her face. "Sorry I can't seem to control it anymore." 

Jo tried to act cool on the outside which was tough because her body was on fire within. 'I've never had a brother so forgive me if I stare at you." 

Tom smiled as he slowly removed a clean pair of boxers and pulled them up his lean but hard body. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and pulled them up. "What do you want to do now?" 

Jo was thinking about stripping off their clothes and letting him taking her virginity but she said, "I need to get going. I have something to do." 

"Cool," he said. As she walked by him he reached out to hug her. She easily slipped into his arms and shocked him with a short but wet kiss on his lips. "When you want another elbow job let me know," she giggled. Tom smacked her on her ass as she ran to the stairs. 

*****

Tina had hurried home to take a cold shower because the sweat from the basketball, the kisses from Billie and her sexual display with Jo had overheated her body. She was sitting alone in the house in only her bathrobe when the doorbell rang. She peaked out and saw Jo. 

"What's up?" Tina asked as she let her best friend inside. 

"You," Jo said. "What was all of that stuff in Tom's basement?" 

Tina giggled. "I guess I got carried away." 

"Thanks, now he really thinks I'm gay." 

"What happen after we left?" 

Jo smiled. "I got him to do some practice kissing with me and," she giggled, "I rubbed my elbow on his hard-on until he came." 

"No shit! You didn't touch it with your hand?" 

"No, but after he messed up his pants he stripped totally naked. I saw everything." 

"Was it still hard?" 

"Yes, I could hardly breathe. I'm still so hot." 

"My parents are out for the day. Why don't you take a shower?" 

Jo smiled. "Thanks." She had slept over at Tina's many times and knew the routine. She moved up the stairs and grabbed a towel from the linen closet. She was under the cool water when the bathroom door opened and Tina walked in. 

"Care for some company?" Tina smiled as she tossed off the robe and slithered in the tight shower behind a naked Jo. 

"I thought you already took a shower?" Jo asked. 

"I did but now I want to finish what you and I started." Tina giggled. Her hand pressed down on Jo's stomach. 

"You mean?" Jo asked just before Tina's finger pushed down into her golden bush and into her virgin slit. 

"Just pretend I'm Tom and his long prick is rubbing on your pussy." Tina whispered as she found the little man in the boat and rubbed. 

"Ummm," she moaned. She reached her own fingers down and into the dark hairs of her best friend. She found the pleasure button and caressed it. 

"Oh Billie," Tina giggled. 

As their fingers played their mouths again found each other. Hands strayed upward to cup breasts and nipples and to the rear to massage soft buttocks. 

Tina broke her mouth away. "Jo...oh God...I never knew..." 

Jo giggled. "Me too." Their eyes locked as they both got the same idea. Neither of them said a word as Tina turned off the water and they ran dripping wet from the bathroom to Tina's bedroom. Tina's hand pulled on Jo's as they walked up to and then down onto the soft bed. It was Tina taking the lead as her mouth found the hard nipple of Jo's untouched before soft breast. Jo's body felt like putty as Tina's lips and tongue explored up and over her breast and then downward until the pointy tongue teased the soft down of her bush. "Please," Jo begged. 

Tina smiled and licked up the thin pink slit. Jo's hips raised and her legs opened which allowed Tina to gently suck on the small clitoris. It was all it took for Jo to experience her first climax by someone else. "OHHH!" 

Tina held onto Jo's hips as the girl's body shook and jerked. When it stopped she planted tiny kisses on her body as her face moved back up to hers. "God Tina that was unbelievable. How can I repay you?" 

"I can think of a way," the dark haired girl giggled. She moved onto her back next to Jo and pulled her arm until Jo's lips pressed between the tiny breasts. Jo didn't need any more directions as she moved left to suckle the tiny pink nipple. Maybe I am gay Jo thought as her mouth moved down and into Tina's dripping pussy. As she sucked on the small clit she wondered how Tom's large penis would taste. She smiled. Maybe I'm bisexual. 

Luckily no one was home because Tina's screams shook the dishes in the china cabinet downstairs. Afterwards the two girls just lay naked in each others arms. 

"Maybe we can invite Tom over for a threesome?" Tina whispered in Jo's ear. 

Jo pushed her away. "I told you Tom is mine so hands off." 

What Jo didn't know was that Karen was at that time knocking on Tom's door wearing the same short skirt she had on yesterday. 

End of Chapter One.

Note from Slick: Slow going with a lot of story to go. Some of you like the bam-bam thank you ma'am and others like it slow. This one is slow. Don't forget to vote and please send me an email. 



Tomboy



Ros's story

Why I was called Rosamund, I'll never know! Perhaps something to do with my mother's passion for horses, or my father's fondness for Schubert! Nothing to do with roses - I could never be compared to a rose!

I was brought up during the second world war and was regarded as something of a tomboy. I was into athletics and keep fit, and all that sort of thing. I am an only child and I think my parents were hoping for a boy. But they got me instead! No dolls and cuddly toys when I was young - cars and soldiers and boys' toys. I was brought up as a boy, with short hair, sensible shoes and trousers - though at school I had to wear the regulation skirt and blouse. I played football and cricket with the other boys, and excelled at games and track events, so I had well-developed muscles.

I wasn't very tall, but above average I guess. I had longish legs, but I didn't have big tits! My nipples were okay, though. Like a dried fruit on a small biscuit! And they really swell hard when excited! In fact, I was sturdy and quite boyish, though there was no inclination to be attracted to other girls, even though I was popular. I was outgoing and competitive - always wanting to be better than the others, to show my superiority at physical things. And I was fiercely independent - some would call pig-headed. That's why they made me head girl at school, I suppose. So, it was no surprise that I chose to study physical training at college. Coupled with English literature, which I enjoyed.

Whilst my peers were beginning to go out with boys, I had no particular interest in them, apart from playing their games, preferring to save my passion and strength for the track! In a curious way, winning a race would always give me a kind of orgasm which I can't describe, nor explain. I got a buzz throughout my whole body and felt the heavy tingling between my legs. I achieved my satisfaction by winning.

I remember one boy, jealous of my winning record, who decided to remind me that I was only a girl by trying to feel my tits. He came up behind me in the gym and, saying I was just a girl like other girls, he slipped his hands up my vest to prove it. I swung round on him and belted him. I think I caught him with my elbow, but anyway, he was felled to the floor, knocked out! So, after that, no boy dared to try to touch my body again!

My cousin Peggy was what I regarded as a conventional woman. She planned to get married to a doctor, which was why she was going to train as a nurse. She said nurses always got the man with the stethoscope. Until then, although she was curious about the male sex, her body was not to be tampered with by any other guy. She was friendly with Johnnie's pal, Roy, who pestered her to let him make love to her, to satisfy their inbred curiosity about sexual intercourse, he said.

'That's all he wants,' she told me. 'A biological specimen to examine. Sex without strings attached!' But she wasn't having any! 

Besides, her elder sister was already married, and had passed on all the things she wanted to know about fucking. But, she was warned by her sister, once she did it, she'd want to do it over and over again! Every day! So don't start!

I was disgusted at the thought of a man pushing his lump of flesh inside me. Ever, never mind daily! Peggy laughed at me and told me to wait. It would happen one day. Not me!

'My body is private,' I said. 'And it'll stay that way. After college I'm off to Australia, anyway. I don't want to get bogged down with some jerk in this miserable country.'

So it came as a surprise to me when I felt myself attracted to Johnnie. I spent the last two weeks of the school holiday staying with cousin Peggy. Now, Peggy was tall, dark and beautiful. Not voluptuous, but with attractive bulges in the right places. She was one of a group of friends who knocked about together and most of them waiting to go up to college after the summer. They were a boisterous lot - always singing and laughing!

Despite her opposition to her friend Roy's ongoing effort to seduce her, they went to the cinema together quite often, where she fended off his many attempts to get his hand into her bra, she told me. Wearing high-neck sweaters with a belt round the waist all the time, was a bit hot for her, but necessary to avoid the expected assault. On my first evening with her, Peggy invited me along to the cinema with them, on a blind date with Roy's friend, Johnnie. I wasn't keen, but didn't want to be seen as a spoilsport. Besides, I wanted to see the film, so I agreed. It was a Friday.

Well, we met in the foyer of the local cinema, and Johnnie and I were immediately attracted to one another, like magnets, and sat together, laughing and joking until the lights dimmed and the film started. Johnnie behaved according to the rules. We eventually just held hands. He was fairly attractive, I suppose. Slim and clean-looking, blue eyes, straight firm nose, with short fairish hair and a ready smile that lit up his face. I liked him, I decided! Besides, we had such a lot in common, I thought. He was into literature and drama, so we could argue forever about Shakespeare and Jane Austen.

The code of sexual conduct was very strict in those days. Passed down from generation to generation, I suppose, but it was Peggy who first explained the code to me. On the first visit to the cinema, the boy was expected to behave impeccably. Holding hands was allowed. On the second visit, he was expected to put his arm round the girl's shoulders and sit cheek to cheek if she let him. He might be allowed a perfunctory kiss or two.

According to Peggy, it was on the third visit when the guy would try to feel her body. By agreeing to go out with him a third time, she was showing some interest in him. If she wanted no fondling, she would wear high neck clothing as a signal to that effect. He might, however, try holding her tits over her clothes whilst kissing her. On the other hand, if she was wearing an open neck blouse, or dress, she was inviting him to slip his hand into her top and feel her tits. She, of course, wouldn't allow him to feel her straight away, removing his roving hand. This would tell him that she was a 'good' girl.

If their friendship persisted, she might eventually allow him to slide his hand onto the upper swelling of her breast, restraining him from going further. More ardent kissing, however, might loosen her resolve and allow him, finally, to find her nipple and fondle the whole breast. But the area between the legs was still strictly private territory. That, at least, was the usual code of practice.

In bed after that first uneventful evening, I thought a lot about Johnnie, with a good deal of happiness, as I drifted off to sleep with a smile. Yes! He was nice! I'd never thought about any guy this way ever before.

The next morning, eight of us met for coffee in Collinson's Café in the centre of town. I sat next to Johnnie, of course, and we all had many laughs. Although I had not met this group before, they made me very welcome and I felt very much at ease with them. That afternoon I couldn't get Johnnie out of my mind. Pleasant thoughts! I told Peggy that I couldn't understand it. She laughed and said I might be falling in love with him! What nonsense! But he kept popping up into my head all day, even so, and I fell asleep with him still in my mind.

The group of friends often had parties in each other's houses and Peggy had arranged one for the Sunday evening. There was nowhere to go on a Sunday in those days. Everywhere was closed except for the churches. Even having a party was frowned on by many people. There were some six couples there, including Johnnie and me. We discussed many topics with passion - atom bombs, teachers, animals, marriage, sex - and joined in the silly juvenile games.

In fact, it was during a game of Postman's Knock, I remember, that Johnnie gave me my first kiss, outside the door of the lounge. We managed to signal to each other the numbers we'd drawn. The other couples did the same, I think! I'd drawn the number three and he called me out when it was his turn. He called through the door that he had a parcel for me - which meant three kisses! The others all cheered as I made for the door. And that was all! We just kissed. And kissed and kissed. I'd never kissed a man before. But the magnetic tingle rippled through my belly. I wanted more!

During the following two days, I couldn't do anything without Johnnie interrupting my thoughts! I needed to talk to him all the time, so I swallowed my pride and phoned him for a chat. He seemed surprised, but pleased. We chatted and laughed for almost a half-hour! I just wanted to hear his voice - talk to him. In bed that night, he was constantly in my thoughts. I wanted him so much that I cried myself to sleep.

On our second visit to the cinema as a foursome was on the Wednesday. I was aware of my cousin Peggy, cuddling and kissing with Roy. Being rather impatient, I decided to move on to the second phase of the mating ritual. Taking Johnnie's arm, I put it round my neck, and snuggled close into him. He responded by holding me tight, and pressing his cheek against mine. It was natural to turn my face to his for our lips to meet. We kissed a lot. I almost ate him!

Sure enough, Johnnie brushed his hand over my right breast softly, over my jumper. I didn't try to stop him, but I rested my hand over his in a show of trying to restrain him. But I actually pressed it harder against me. My mouth went dry. I'm sure Johnnie could feel my heart thumping! My body was all a-tingle! It was exciting. I just hoped he didn't think I was a slut! Eventually, I let him keep his hand there. He was just holding me - nothing else. I speculated on how it would feel to have him fondle my tits.

When I got into bed that night, I found I had become wet between the legs. My outer labia are rather plump and completely hide the inner ones, so that I have to part the outer lips to get at the more sensitive inner ones. As I toyed with my wet labia, I started to cry again for no reason. Then I did something I had only done once or twice before. I masturbated, trying to imagine Johnnie's fingers were rubbing my clit. My orgasm was quick and explosive. I was confused and tearful as I drifted off to sleep cupping my vulva tightly in my hand, still quietly sobbing. I wanted to be with him.

The next morning I couldn't escape from thinking of Johnnie. I couldn't wait to see him again when we met for coffee. Roy and Peggy kept looking at us, and exchanging glances. I wondered if they thought we were becoming too familiar with each other. I didn't care. I just loved being with him and was quiet and miserable when we parted. Peggy mentioned that we seemed to get on well together. I just smiled and said we did. Johnnie was good fun to be with.

Although it was against the rules, I phoned Johnnie on Friday morning, to ask him to take me to the cinema - alone. I knew Peggy was going out that night, and I wanted to see the film 'King Kong'. He said he would. I asked if we could meet a bit earlier for a cup of tea together. Peggy and I did some shopping together during the morning, but I was restless - and she told me off for being a bit overexcited. I didn't tell her I was meeting Johnnie that afternoon, and seriously considering letting him feel me. I astounded myself by wanting to offer my body to him.

We always went 'Dutch' - paying our own way - when we went out together, and we met in Collinson's café for tea and toasted muffins. I couldn't stop talking - I was so excited - and Johnnie couldn't stop laughing at me. I felt drunk - so happy just being with him. I found lots of excuses for touching his hands. Suddenly, out of the blue, and I don't know why, I asked him if I could be his girlfriend.

Johnnie was stunned. 'Well ... that's a serious step, Ros,' he stammered! 'We've only known each other for a few days.'

'I know,' I said. 'But I do so much like being with you. At the moment, I feel as though I want to be with you always.'

'And you're due to go up to college next week. We won't be able to see one another so often - just the occasional weekend. That wouldn't be fair on you.'

'Or on you,' I said crestfallenly. I wanted him to say 'yes' so that I could let him be the first guy to feel me! If I was his girlfriend, that would be okay, I thought. It would seal our friendship, if not our love.

'Don't be upset,' was Johnnie's response, squeezing my hand. 'I'm not saying no, at all. At the moment there's nothing I'd like better, but ... give it more time. I'm very keen on you - well, you must know that. And growing fonder every day.'

'Yes. I know. Okay. Let's give it more time.' I smiled at him.

'Ros, you're great! Still friends?'

'Of course, silly! Sorry, I shouldn't have ...'

'Why not? You're my very favourite friend, you know. After only a week!'

I could have kicked myself. I shouldn't have blurted it out. I had clearly embarrassed him. I don't know what made me do it. Well, yes I do. I wanted him to be able to touch my body, without me - or him for that matter - feeling a loose woman! To be his girlfriend was a serious step for us, I realised. It was a commitment. And we were considered too young to be 'going serious' at eighteen. But I just wanted him to know how I felt. I'd been far too clumsy!

At the cinema, we sat in the circle - back row. Under my light summer coat, I was wearing a flowered dress with buttons down the front. I had decided not to wear a bra - I didn't really need to anyway, with having small tits. And in any case, the blouse had breast pockets to conceal the darkened nipples. I was hoping he'd take the hint and feel my tits. But, after our conversation in the café, I didn't think he wanted to touch me. I felt rather snubbed and deflated.

Johnnie was wearing grey flannel trousers and a blazer, with a white handkerchief stuffed in the top pocket, and a raincoat folded on his knees. It was the fashion in those days for young men to carry folded raincoats over their arms, rather than carry umbrellas, in case of rain.

The cinema wasn't very busy, and we chatted happily until the lights were lowered and the programme began with the Pathe News. I wasted no time in leaning across to kiss him hard. His arms were round me straight away in a deep embrace. I was in seventh heaven. Then, he kissed my eyelids! Very softly. Gosh it was fantastic! No one had ever done that to me before! I went all goose pimply. Then my left ear. He nibbled the lobe and ran his tongue lightly down the nape of my neck. I never knew I could be turned to jelly by a few touches of his lips and tongue. I was transported with joy.

We kissed deeply again and again. Then he started to caress my neck and I felt his hand slip into the top of my blouse. My heart stopped! I wanted him to fondle me, but didn't want to seem too eager! So, instead I gently removed his hand as I kissed him lightly again by way of an apology. But he took my hand and put it in his lap, under his folded raincoat, where it rested on the stiff prick in his trousers. I was shocked! There it was, stiff! It was the very first time I had felt anything like that! I slid my hand away in confusion, and held his hand. We went on like this, cuddling and kissing, but with no more exploring hands. Then the lights went up for the interval.

Johnnie had made his hopes clear. Mutual touching. I wanted to, but now that it was possible, was feeling much too nervous. My earlier enthusiasm was dithering! I had no experience whatsoever of love play. Smiling at me, he offered me a cigarette. I didn't smoke much, but was glad to have one as a diversion, so that I could sort out my feelings and thoughts, and steady my thumping heart. I decided to see how things developed, which I knew meant having to face his attempts to feel me again - I wanted him to, for goodness sake! And I was curious to feel that stiff lump in his trousers again, but didn't dare. I was scared! My pants were soaking in anticipation, though!

My mother's warning came to mind, that men only wanted one thing, and when they'd got it, they'd lose interest.

'Keep them at bay if you want to keep them interested in you. Remember always that a girl's most priceless possession is her virginity. That's what men want. But you can only give it away once in your life. Be sure the man you give it to deserves to have it. Men have no respect for a loose woman, who allows them liberties with her body. Save it until you marry.'

Well, I'd never had the need to follow that advice - until now, that is. My mind was a confused mess of conflicting thoughts. My body seemed to have a will of its own.

We didn't chat much during the short break and when the lights were lowered again, we stubbed out our cigarettes and cuddled up close. He had his arm round my neck whilst mine was wrapped round his chest as we went into a long embrace. Our lips clashed and chewed - he kissed my eyelids again and nibbled my ears, whilst I caressed his chest. Then we watched the screen for a lengthy stretch before starting all over again.

I was beginning to think that he wasn't going to try feeling me again, and was lulled into a relaxed state when, during another kiss, I suddenly felt his left-hand flick open the top button of my blouse and slip straight into the opening. Of course, without a bra, his hand discovered my right tit straight away, resting there on the hard, swollen nipple. Taken by surprise, this was the moment of truth! I stiffened and held my breath. Should I remove it immediately, or allow it to stay. During that moment of indecision, he started to fondle the swelling, softly and cautiously. That did it! I was lost! I kissed him fiercely!

My whole body was in turmoil, boiling inside. My heart beating hard and fast, my tummy trembling with desire. I'm sure Johnnie could feel it. But I let him explore my breasts whilst I stroked his belly. His hand was hot and my breast was slightly sweating. This mutual exploration went on for some minutes whilst we kissed deeply. Johnnie was breathing hard into my ear. I heard him murmur. 'I love you', softly. I was delirious. My heart gave a leap. I responded with another deep kiss.

I whispered in his ear. 'No one has ever told me that before - or felt my tits before. You're the first, Johnnie. And I love you!'

We broke off for a breather and to recover our composure. I smoothed down my dress as Johnnie lit up another cigarette. He'd said he loved me! Perhaps that's only because he wanted to feel me and to lower my resistance. But I wanted him badly. My body was hungry for love. I had never experienced this feeling ever before and was still bewildered by my churned up emotions. I wasn't sure how to deal with it. I'd tried concentrating on the screen, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

Back into another clinch, kissing deeply, his hands now unbuttoned my dress further down. Sliding his hand inside, he stroked my fluttering belly, his fingers trying to penetrate beneath the elastic of my knickers. The touch of his hand made me jolt inside. As I panicked, wondering what to do, the hand slipped through my pubic hair, the fingers snaking between my legs to feel for my vulva. The most secret - the most private part of me that I treasured. My mouth had suddenly gone dry. My breathing was shallow and hurried. I was lost!

This was against the rules. I really shouldn't let him feel me there, and should have taken his hand away. But I was undecided. The fingers were fumbling with my wet, sticky lips. My thighs parted a little on their own! One finger penetrated my oozing vagina before I took a deep breath and decided to pull his hand out. But he was reluctant to let go. The fingers found my swollen, highly sensitive clit instead, protruding from its hood, sending tongues of fire throughout my belly. My body had been in such a high state of arousal for so long, that the loins started to shake wildly as my spasms started. I couldn't control them!




Tomboy



'Oh, my God!' I thought. 'I'm going to orgasm. I can't stop it!'

Gasping in his ear, with another few rubs, with heaving loins, I was catapulted into an explosive climax, squirming in my cinema seat. I buried my face in his shoulder to muffle the gasps. I was mortified. I thought the whole cinema could hear me.

His hand explored my soaking vulva for a few moments more as I recovered my breathing, before I drew it away. I snuggled into him, my hand rubbing his belly, trying to regain some composure. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that my tits had been squeezed, and I had been groped between my legs for the first time, reaching an orgasm of such overwhelming passion. I wasn't sure what to think, and didn't really care just then, when his hand took mine, sliding it under his raincoat.

There was his stiff prick. Bare! Good heavens! I was gob-smacked! He must have unbuttoned his trouser flies whilst smoking his fag. He wrapped my hand round the top of the naked shaft, holding it there. It was hot and damp. It felt big! With his face pushed hard against my shoulder, he jerked my hand up and down his prick a few times. My fingers were encircling the solid shaft. I was utterly dumbfounded! Then, as I was trying to explore and concentrate on the feel of his prick in my hand, with a stifled grunt from Johnnie, I felt hot liquid gush into the palm. With several jerks, spurts of sperm flooded into it.

I knew that men expelled their sperm, of course, but never imagined that it would be ejaculated in a series of powerful spasms, spurting its load. I was taken aback! I didn't know what to do, so I just kept my hand there, filling with his juices until the convulsions had finished.

After a few seconds, Johnnie took his arm from off my shoulder, pulled the handkerchief from his top pocket, and wrapped it round my hand, still covering his hot sticky prick under the raincoat. I was in a daze. My very first hand job! I had no idea it would be like that!

We straightened ourselves out, buttoning my dress and Johnnie his flies, as unobtrusively as possible, before returning to a close embrace. Our kiss was more affectionate than before, without the burning passion, but lingering for what seemed minutes. My mind was quieter, now that the urgency had passed on, and I could analyse my emotions more clearly.

Yes, I was in love with this young man, otherwise I could never have allowed him access to the most private part of my being, allowing him to fondle me there - to say nothing of stroking my tits and rubbing my nipples. Nor would I have dreamed of letting him have me jerk off his prick and splatter my palm with his sperm. I rubbed the end of my nose as though it was itching, but in reality to smell the pungency of his semen.

I was worried. What must he think of me, I asked myself? Still cheek to cheek, I whispered to him. 'That's the first time ... in my life ... that any one has ever touched me, Johnnie. Honestly! And that's the first time I've ever touched a man. Because I love you. I hope you believe me.'

'I believe you, Ros,' he replied very softly. 'And same here. My first time as well.'

I turned my face to him and kissed him deeply and lovingly in the darkened cinema. So it was all new to him as well! I felt happier when he told me that. His hand snaked its way back into my blouse and fondled my tit and nipple. I didn't make any effort to prevent it any more. I just snuggled up to him.in fact, for the first time ever, I wished my tits were fuller for Johnnie to play with. I stroked his prick through his trousers. It was still pretty stiff! And so to the end of the film.

With some reluctance we left the cinema. The scene of our first sexual encounter. We walked in silence, hand in hand, to my bus stop, where he waited with me until the bus arrived. Demonstrations of affection in public were strictly taboo in those days - in fact we were very brave even holding hands, but there weren't many people about so early in the evening, so we weren't noticed. And I didn't really care if we had been. He squeezed my hand hard as I boarded the bus, smiling reassuringly at me, and blew me a kiss.

I tried holding back my tears all the way home on the bus. But as I went through the front door of the house, I burst into heavy sobbing, going straight to my room, my whole body heaving. The house was empty, anyway, so there was no explaining to do. Crying myself to sleep had become the norm by now. But this time I really thought I had something to feel sorry for myself about - something worth crying for - as I cradled my vulva in my palm. I wished Johnnie in bed with me, making love together. I was deeply, deeply in love - and I hated it!

The next day, after breakfast, Peggy asked me why my eyes were all puffy. I confessed to her. I told her I was in love with Johnnie and, at the cinema last night, I had let him feel me. And me him. He said he loved me, I told her.

'What?' she cried. 'I don't believe I'm hearing this, Ros. You of all people!'

'How do you mean? Me of all people?'

'After all you've said to me about boys! You're tough! You're in charge! You'll not let any of them anywhere near you, the smelly things.'

'Yeah! Well ... Johnnie's different. I fell in love, didn't I? 

'You're not in love - it's just lust rearing its ugly head.'

'No, no! Honest. He loves me.'

'And he's no different, Ros! Believe me! Men will say anything to get inside a girl's knickers. You shouldn't have believed him.'

'But I do! Why not? Why should he lie?' I was getting a bit ruffled by her put down.

'Because he doesn't know you well enough. Nor you him! All he sees is a young lady with a crush on him, willing to open her legs to his prying fingers. I'll bet he laughed all the way home.'

'Peggy!' I shouted. 'It wasn't like that.'

'What was it like then?'

'How would you know, anyway. You've never had a man's hand inside your knickers - nor in your bra, I'll bet!'

'No, I haven't! And I don't intend having one in there either ... not yet. Not til I'm good and ready. Anyway, be realistic! How are you going to manage going out together when you're a hundred miles apart. You go to college next week.'

'I know.' I quietened down. 'Johnnie said we didn't know each other well enough to be going out officially.'

'There you are. So why did you let him feel you up? He's no intention of taking it any further, believe me! Except going the whole way with you.'

'But people in love were apart during the war, and they managed!'

'Yeah! And look what happened. Wives who couldn't live without prick, sleeping around. And husbands no doubt, dipping into French knickers.'

I was calmer now. And upset. Had Johnnie really taken me for an easy lay? I didn't want to believe it. He had said he loved me - but that was when he was in a sexual passion, fingering me. And I wanted to believe him. What if ...?

'Look. Roy knows Johnnie well. They're close pals. They have a wager who'll be the first to feel a girl's fanny. It looks like Johnnie won the bet!'

'What? He won't tell Roy, surely.'

'That's what lads do. They brag!'

'Not Johnnie. No! I won't believe it!'

'They are both looking for a female biological specimen to explore, they want to examine our private parts, Ros. Satisfy their curiosity about girls. Really!'

I stormed up to my room and threw myself on the bed, sobbing. What if Peggy was right? Was I really being blind and stupid? Is that all Johnnie wanted from me, just a feel of my fanny and tits? Oh, no! Surely not! But I slowly came to the conclusion that it probably was. I'd been a fool. I felt cheated. Cheap and dirty! And angry! I had planned to meet him at Collinson's that morning. I decided not to go. I couldn't face him, the man who had felt my private juices on his fingers! And me his!

Peggy told me later in the day that she had seen Roy, who had no knowledge of Johnnie and me going to the cinema together. Otherwise, he would have been only too keen to tell her. So Johnnie had kept quiet about it after all. Well, that was something. And anyway, I'd broken with him now - I'd left him waiting for me in town. Another rash decision of mine. There was no way back. The sooner I got away to college, the better. Get him out of my hair.

There was one final hurdle. Peggy had arranged for a few friends to come round on Sunday evening. Including Roy and Johnnie. She told me that she would organise a game of 'Truth or Dare' and get Johnnie in the hot seat. Then she would question him about his attitude toward girls and chastity and marriage - and so on. I didn't like the sound of it, but she assured me it would be okay.

I spent most of the day packing and keeping myself to myself. The evening duly arrived - and so did Roy and Johnnie together with two other couples. I sat by myself, avoiding Johnnie's eyes. He never mentioned the missed date we had - seemed just the same as ever. Witty and laughing - perhaps a bit too jolly! But when Peggy got the game going, Johnnie was soon in the 'truth or dare' chair. I don't remember the details of the interrogation - for that's what it was - anymore, but Peggy was very clever at twisting things round and we gradually laid into him and I was scathing, I must say. The others must have wondered why I was being so antagonistic toward him. But I didn't care.

Johnnie got flustered and embarrassed by the questions we were hurling at him. Eventually he'd had enough, standing up, refusing to take any further part in the game. He walked out of the room and was gone some time. I was elated at winning! But not for long. We carried on as though nothing had happened. The atmosphere was rather cool, but I became full of remorse, taking little interest in what was happening. 

It wasn't too long before people started to go home. The last buses on a Sunday left fairly early. Johnnie was the first to leave the house with Roy, thanking Peggy in high spirits - but ignoring me. I felt small and insignificant and snubbed.

It was after they had all left that Peggy told me. She was quite casual about it. Johnnie had phoned yesterday afternoon, and earlier in the day, asking to speak to me, but Peggy had told him I was out.

'I didn't think you wanted to talk to him. He gave me a message for you, but I'm sorry - I forgot to pass it on.'

I looked at her, waiting to hear the message.

'Tell Ros that I still love her,' she said guiltily.

I collapsed in a chair and closed my eyes in despair. I was utterly miserable. So the truth or dare game was all a sham. There was no victory for me after all.

'Sorry,' was all Peggy said.

I went slowly up to my room, drying my tears, switched on the light, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked a mess. How could anyone possibly love that thing in the mirror, I asked myself? It was then that I saw it. An envelope propped against the mirror. It was addressed to 'Ros'. I stared at it for quite some time before reaching out for it. When I opened it there was one sheet of folded paper inside.

Dearest Ros I'm very sorry you couldn't make it yesterday and that you weren't able to talk to me on the phone. I can only assume that you feel ashamed of what we did. If that is so, I am so very sorry, but I really believed that it was what you wanted. I got it wrong it seems. Just like me - idiot! What I was going to tell you yesterday was that I would have liked you to be my girlfriend. I thought long and hard about it overnight (sleepless night!), and realised that I could wait for you for three or four years, if you could. If all went well over the next few months, we'd announce at Christmas our intention to get engaged next Easter. I wanted us to be together for ever! Well, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that! I really got it wrong, didn't I? You really led me up the garden path! I will miss you enormously, but I suppose I'll get over it. 'Men have died and worms have eaten 'em, but not for love.' I love you - always.

Johnnie

As I read it, tears were streaming down my cheeks. What an utter mess I'd made of things. But I was too proud to do anything about it.

Johnnie's story

When Roy asked me to make up a foursome with him and Peggy, his friend, at the cinema, I wasn't very keen.

'She's Peggy's cousin, Ros, who's spending a couple of weeks with her. Bit of a tomboy, I believe, but we can't leave her on her own and can't really expect her to be a wallflower.'

Roy and I had been pals for three or four years. His parents had bought a newsagent shop in Bridget Green and he had come to our school, joining my class in the fifth form. We took part together in the school play and became friends. He was a vain sort of guy, being the traditional handsome one. He was obsessed by women - or rather by their bodies - but then so was I, so we got on famously.

We spent many hours in his room listening to opera and discussing women, speculating on what they had hidden between their thighs. Being a news-agents, he had access to copies of Health and Efficiency, a magazine about nudism, with photographs of naked couples which did nothing to satisfy our curiosity. We saw lots of breasts, though. We promised, whoever was the first to find out about their secret, to tell the other. He always assumed that he would be the first to 'score' with a woman, being the more handsome of the two!

Peggy was a neighbour, also at the end of her Grammar school years, but intending to train for a nurse. She was waiting for the formalities to be cleared. Roy had hopes of the two of them experiencing sexual intercourse together, or at least showing him her private parts. But she wasn't having any! Just good friends. Her virginity was not negotiable. It was being saved for her husband. And he would be a doctor, of course! But she was happy to let Roy cuddle her in the cinema and steal the odd kiss. No harm in that.

'Well, okay then,' I agreed. 'I'll meet you there.'

When I saw them coming through the doors into the foyer, I thought for a moment that Ros was in fact Roy's brother! Then I saw them emerge fully. She was quite tall, and her short hair and boyish figure wasn't at all feminine. And at that age, we were looking for girls with big breasts and wide hips! Ros was wearing a high neck blue jumper, with a gold waist band tied round, outside a calf-length navy blue skirt, with a lightweight summer coat.

We were introduced, got the tickets and made our way into the cinema. We were lucky to find two double seats on the back row. I think Ros was rather nervous, because she never stopped talking! She had an inner energy and forthright manner, which made things easy for me. I didn't have to say much! During the interval I found we had a lot of interests in common, except her athletics! I'm not an exercising sort of individual. We argued about JB Priestley! I liked her! She was good fun!

During the main film, I held her hand, but made no effort to put an arm round her, or kiss her. Out of the corner of my eyes I studied her face. She had brown eyes, firm cheek bones and chin, with a soft mouth and full lips. Her nose was smallish, but well-shaped. Hmm! Quite good looking really, even though her hair is cut short. I preferred girls with long hair! I had to confess she looked attractive though. Glancing down, I saw that her chest was pretty flat, with only the suggestion of breasts lurking beneath the jumper. Oh well...!

In bed that night, my masturbatory fantasy was Jane Russell, with her oversized breasts, sensuous lips and sultry looks. Ros didn't even figure in my thoughts!

On the following day we all met for coffee in Collinson's Café. Ros sat with me, since the others were all paired off. She was more relaxed than the previous night and joined in the general chat and laughter. She made no secret about her forthright thoughts on issues of the day, sex and marriage. After college, she insisted, she was getting out of this dump of a country and going to Australia.

'Lots of sunshine and fresh air, with no threat of atom bombs and shortages and things!'

On Sunday evening we met up for a party at Peggy's. It was somewhere to go on a Sunday. There were five other couples there and Ros was again paired with me. We sat together in an arm chair. She was sitting on my knee, letting forth on her views about men and the way women are treated by them. The others looked at me with some sympathy. I just shrugged and raised my eyebrows. I was only making up the pairings, after all.

Peggy organised a game of Postman's Knock. All the girls drew a playing card which they were supposed to keep secret, but they all whispered it to their boyfriends. Ros was number three, but she wasn't keen on being taken out by one of the others to be kissed, so asked me quietly to call for her when it came to my turn. I decided to surprise her.

As it happens, I was the first to be sent out of the room. I knocked on the door and called out that I had a parcel for number three! A postcard was one kiss, a letter two kisses, and a parcel three. I heard jeers and laughter in the room before Ros came out, blushing slightly at having had her leg pulled. She would have expected a postcard only. A solitary kiss.

I smiled at her. Ros looked at me with serious, almost nervous expression. Taking her in my arms, she stiffened as I kissed her lightly on the lips. There was little response. For my second kiss, I held her more tightly, pressing my lips more firmly onto hers. She relaxed and softened her lips. For the third kiss, I held the back of her head, chewing her lips lightly with mine. Her mouth opened slightly to allow our lips to nibble, and her body pressed into mine. I felt her belly quiver before we heard a shouting from the room, asking what we were doing?

She was breathing a little heavily as we returned to our armchair, and placed her hand in mine, giving me a thin smile. There was joking and laughter as the men took their turn outside the door to summon their girls for a few kisses. Another game consisted of turning out the lights. Anyone found kissing when they were snapped on again was disqualified, and so on until there was only one couple left not found kissing. Silly game. Ros and I won!

Going home on the bus, I thought about Ros in a rather more feminine light. Her kissing wasn't all that marvellous, I thought, but her lips were soft and full and responsive after she'd relaxed a bit.

The next two days, I was pleased that Ros phoned me for a chat! She was very excitable, bubbling, full of laughter, talking about her plans for the future. We were on the phone for ages on each occasion. I was growing very fond of her, and loved to hear the sound of her voice, and her laughter.

On the Wednesday evening we went to the cinema again as a foursome. Ros was wearing a black high-neck jumper I remember. I took her hand as we sat together. The lights were already dimmed and the news was showing. She snuggled up to me. It was during the supporting feature film that I was taken aback by Ros taking my hand and placing it round her shoulders, nestling deeper into me. She anticipated what I had meant to do, but must have been impatient!

We sat cheek to cheek for a few minutes before twisting out faces together. Our mouths met in a long eager kiss. She nibbled and ran her tongue over my lips, with her right hand curled round my chest. Whilst drawing her closer to me, my hand brushed over her right breast, before holding her under the armpit. As we came out of the embrace for air, my hand once again smoothed over her breast. I was sure I could feel the impression of her nipple against the jumper. I was conscious of her fast heart beat!

When the main film started, we resumed our snuggling together. I was conscious of the scent of her skin. She didn't wear perfume - it was the essence of Ros herself. Moving into our first kiss, my hand lingered on the swelling of her breast, which Ros immediately intercepted, placing her hand over mine. But she pressed it harder against her before sliding it away to beneath the armpit. Her heart was beating fast and strong as she sought my lips with hers for another prolonged kiss. When we broke off, she took my hand and laid it on her thigh as we sat watching the film.




Tomboy



Ros was certainly full of surprises. I hadn't expected the tomboy to want to kiss at all, or sit in a close embrace with me. I lost count of the number of kisses we had and the times I managed to stroke her right breast when moving into the embrace. By the end of the evening, she was making no attempt to move it, allowing me to keep my hand resting over the swelling. We were very content and happy in each other's company. I began to think that perhaps I might be allowed to feel her breasts sometime soon. There were problems in trying to prevent my erection from showing! That night I thought of her as I masturbated, wondering what she looked like in the nude - what she would be like to fuck.

The four of us met again the next morning for coffee. Roy and I were going into the music shop to listen to some new record Roy was thinking of buying. We spent the evening in his room listening to the new additions to his collection, and talking about girls, of course. He had his eye on a girl called Rita.

On Friday morning Ros phoned to ask me to go with her to the cinema in town early that evening. The film was the old King Kong movie and we would be alone, since Peggy had a meeting or something. Ros wanted to meet a bit earlier for tea and toasted muffins I remember! It was during the tea that she took me my surprise, asking if she could be my girlfriend. I was completely off my guard and muttered some excuse or other. It was a bit sudden. After all, we'd only known each other for a few days. We ought to think about it more.

Poor Ros! She was crestfallen. I think she thought that I was trying to say no, but didn't know how to. I wasn't really. I was just unprepared for her to put that question to me out of the blue! She was due to go up to college the following week, so we couldn't be together. I made something of a hash of discussing it with her, and we tried to pretend she'd never said it! I was embarrassed! I cared for her a lot. Perhaps I was falling in love - I don't know. I enjoyed being with her more than anything else. 

Anyway, we went into the cinema and sat on the back row of the circle. I had noticed that Ros was wearing a front buttoned flowered dress under her summer coat. It had pockets over each breast, but a fairly low top. That looked promising. We were chatting again as though nothing had happened to upset our relationship. As soon as the lights went down for the newsreel, Ros leaned over to kiss me affectionately. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her deeply and passionately. She smelt divine!

Roy had found in one his 'researches' into the art of lovemaking that women can have their resistance lowered by gently kissing their eyelids, nibbling their earlobes and running the tip of the tongue down the nape of their neck whilst stroking the shoulder. I decided the time had come to try it out!

At once, I felt Ros turn to jelly as my lips kissed her eyelids very lightly. After nibbling her ears and licking her neck, I slid my left hand casually into the top of her dress. As we went into another deep kiss, I tried to slip my hand over her breast, but she took it in hers and removed it, returning it to my lap. On a sudden impulse, I slipped her hand under my folded raincoat and placed it over my stiff prick. After a frozen moment, Ros snatched her hand away. We watched the end of the newsreel in silence.

I lit us both a cigarette. We sat quietly smoking during the interval. But as soon as the lights were lowered again, we stubbed out our fags and got into a close embrace. I didn't make any attempt to feel her again for a while. I kissed her eyelids and ears for several minutes. Then, several embraces later, I flicked open the top button of her dress and slipped my hand straight inside. I caught my breath. To my astonishment, I found that she wasn't wearing a bra! My hand closed over her bare breast and stiffened nipple. I was astounded and thrilled. This was the first female breast I had encountered!

Ros stiffened. I felt her breathing stop. She drew his lips away from me and our eyes met. I gently stroked the soft damp flesh, pressing the hard nipple. Ros was sweating a little. Suddenly, she pushed her lips over mine in a frenzied kiss whilst I continued to explore her breast. Not that there was much to explore, but the nipple was great! As she broke off I whispered in her ear. 'I love you.'

She kissed me again before whispering back. 'No one has ever told me that before - nor felt my tits.' She always referred to her breasts as tits.

We broke off to regain our composure. I lit another cigarette and we watched the film for a while, without really taking much notice of it, just holding hands. I was planning my next move. She seemed willing for me to feel her, I thought - eager, in fact. After surreptitiously unbuttoning my flies to uncover my rampant prick under cover of the folded raincoat, I finished my fag and stubbed it out.

I put my arm round her shoulders again, drawing her toward me. As we moved into another kiss, I casually unfastened a button of her dress over her middle, slipping my hand onto the warm bare flesh of her belly. I felt it flutter sharply inside. Ros made no attempt to dislodge my hand, but snuggled further in, holding me tightly. So I snaked the fingers under the elastic of her knickers, through the soft pubic hair and into the crack of her fanny. Her loins were shaking and trembling as I fumbled to find the ultimate entrance to her mysterious secret.

My mind was in turmoil. Could this be the culmination of my ambition? Was I finally going to feel between a woman's thighs? I groped into the cleft, encountering a cluster of soft fleshy lumps. It was hot, wet and silky to the touch. The thighs opened slightly allowing me to explore deeper into the crack. Further down, my middle finger found an opening oozing juices. It was unbelievable! I never imagined that women's genitals seeped in this way. It was a revelation to me.

Suddenly, Ros squeezed her thighs together, pulling my hand away. It got lodged in the top of her hairy crack, my fingers toying with a small hard swelling. Her body started to convulse. I got a bit scared, thinking she might be ill. She hid her face deep into my shoulder, trying to stifle grunts of pain - or so I thought, being ignorant of orgasms! As she jerked her loins, Ros pressed my hand over her fanny again for a moment, before managing to pull it clear it altogether.

Being so overcome myself with inner torment, I guided her hand under my folded raincoat, holding it over the end of my solid, pulsating prick. It was hard as iron, bursting with hunger. I quickly rubbed it up and down a few times before I too reached the culmination of my excitement. I couldn't help myself! The sperm rushed up from the very root, to explode into her palm. Several spasms emptied my contents. It was my turn to bury my face on her shoulder to stifle the cries of relief.

After recovering our breath, as I rubbed the pads of my fingers together to relish the feel of the silky wetness of her juices, Ros whispered to me that I was the first to touch her body, and be touched by her. She seemed anxious that I should believe her. I did, but I didn't really care at the time. I'd had my first feel of fanny and been tossed off by a woman's hand. She kissed me, with her hand still over my prick, squeezing gently.

A minute later I took the handkerchief from my top pocket, covering her hand over my prick, trying to wipe it clean. I knew I'd have to sponge my trousers when I got home! Until then, keep the folded raincoat over the stain.

We spent the rest of the film feeling each other, I remember. My prick was still erect! After seeing her on the bus, I walked home to kill time so that my parents would be down at the club when I arrived, and I could clean the stains off my trousers. During the walk I kept sniffing at the remains of her, clinging to my fingers. I couldn't believe that I had felt a fanny.

That night in bed, I tossed myself off again - twice - at the memory of that stupendous event and to prevent any chance of a wet dream. But I decided not to tell Roy about Ros. I couldn't do her that injustice. She would go down in his estimation if he knew she'd let me feel her. He'd also be jealous and probably ask her of he could have a feel as well! It was a secret that would remain between me and Ros - it was too precious to share with anyone else.

I remember having a disturbed sleep that night. Kissing a girl in those days was an acknowledgment of a serious relationship. Feeling her private parts was, in effect, becoming engaged to her. It might sound old-fashioned, and probably was, even then. But, to be respected and trusted by the opposite sex, such actions speak louder than words. That evening in the cinema, we had pledged ourselves to each other, but I needed to be sure that we were both right for each other. After all, it was to last for the rest of lives!

I was eager to see Ros again in Collinson's the next morning. I wanted to tell her that I'd like to be her boyfriend if she was still of the same mind. We could see one another during the half-term holidays and other weekends. I could wait for us to finish college, if she could. We would be married when we were twenty-one. There was one of the couples from the gang there. The others were all packing up to leave for university, or were already on their way. But Ros never turned up. 

The other couple left. I had another coffee and waited. My disappointment grew when I realised she wasn't coming. I couldn't think why. Perhaps she's had a change of mind. Maybe she was feeling embarrassed about what we did in the cinema. All sorts of excuses went through my head. At home, I rang Peggy's house to speak to Ros, but Peggy said she wasn't in. I left a message to tell Ros that I loved her.

Nothing!

The next morning I rang again with the same result. So it was with a heavy heart that I went to Peggy's in the evening. I had written a brief note for Ros by way of apology. I would leave it for her to read after I'd left if she wasn't talking to me. I called on Roy and we went down the road to Peggy's together.

Ros was there, but didn't speak to me. She avoided looking at me all evening. When Peggy started the game of 'Truth or Dare', they got me in the chair to be questioned. I was grilled! They all started getting at me about my attitude toward girls, sex and morals. When Ros joined in the accusations, I could see what their game was. She obviously thought I'd taken advantage of her body and was angry with me. But she had said she loved me! Women!! Confused, I stood up and walked out of the room.

I went to the toilet upstairs, then found Ros's room and placed my letter propped up against the dressing table mirror. Once downstairs again, I put on my raincoat to leave. As it happens, others were also going. I pretended to be in good spirits, thanking Peggy for the party, ignoring Ros altogether. She had upset me a great deal, but I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of seeing it.

I never saw Ros again. 



Tomboy



I hate it when they keep moving stuff around. When it comes to things like fish or produce, I find better quality at the local health food chain store. But the produce department here seems to like to move things around from week to week, I guess to create a more seasonally appropriate display. But I'm a pragmatic man, and I like to find things in the same place.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for dates."

"Aren't we all?" came the reply in a distinctly female voice.

I looked around. The person to who I'd asked was, or so I thought, a boy, maybe in high school, working his first job, sneakers, jeans, a baggy t-shirt under his apron, a ball cap, restocking the onions. But there was no one else around.

"I'm sorry?"

He turned around -- rather, she turned around -- to look at me. Glancing down my frame and back up to my face, she smiles and says, "I'm not doing anything Saturday night."

Now I always like to flirt mildly with the staff because I can throw them off -- too easily. It's fun for both me and them. And sometimes, like in a restaurant, I can score a better table or an extra appetizer. But it's rare when one, especially a young one, beats me at my own game.

Regaining my composure, I said, "No. Medjool dates." 

"Follow me."

She leads me over to a display of berries that were in season, and pointed to the dates on the lower shelf. No signage -- how could I have missed them? She smiles, and apologizes for her earlier comment, saying, "I have a habit of just speaking my mind."

"Not an entirely bad quality."

"But it gets me into trouble sometimes."

She was cute. About five and a half tall. No discernible make-up, no manicured nails, a very wholesome face, with boyish clothes and personality to match. A tomboy. I don't know why, but I've always had a place in my heart for tomboys.

"Well I find it a welcome change from the stale personalities I often find working in retail."

"Thanks. I'm Tommie." she says extending her hand. With a name like that, she really is a tomboy!

Taking her hand, "I'm Dave." I am charmed, and I think I hold her hand just a little too long.

She breaks the pause with a,"Hope to see you again."

On the drive home, I'm thinking about her. Crazy. I'm more than twice her age. Just a harmless flirtation. And once home with my wife, it completely leaves my mind.

---

Some weeks later, I'm shopping again at the same store. "Dave!" I hear, as I'm browsing the cheeses.

"I thought you worked in produce, uh, ..."

"Tommie. And we get to move around. I like that; learning new things."

"Tommie, right. And learning is always a good thing. I mentor a group of university students, and I always love to find someone hungry to learn."

Somehow that piques her interest. "Say, I'm going on break in a sec. Wanna grab a coffee?"

Very forward, given our age difference. "Uh, sure."

"Great. There's a coffee roasterie half a block south. Five minutes?"

Man, what am I doing? "I'll throw the groceries in the car and see you there."

Walking into the roasterie, I find her already ordering. I step up and tell the cashier that I'll cover hers and mine. "Thanks", she says. "Really."

She's still cute. Maybe cuter than before. Her dark, brown hair is short. Really short. It wasn't too many years ago that mine was longer than hers is now. And her dark brown eyes just pull me right in. 

"So why the coffee date?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just liked that you take an interest in students. I'm a senior, majoring in biology. Thinking of a master's in genetics."

"Ambitious."

"I love it. And, I dunno, something about you struck me. You're kinda cool. So I thought I'd like to know this guy."

What? I'm cool? A man old enough to be her father? We talk about her studies, and her life. Parents divorced. Money problems. But she was sharp enough to get a full ride scholarship. Work at the health food store is a combination of a desire for a little spending money and to live off campus. She says she loves the outdoors. So do I. And on. And on.

She notices the time and says she has to get back to work. Standing up, she squeezes my hand, thanks me again for the coffee, and she's gone. 

Driving home, she's on my mind again. But this time, she stays on my mind, even after having a nice dinner with my wife. I have a good life, love my wife, and I believe she loves me. But things just aren't the same, just not as I thought they would be. OK, I'll admit, the sex has faded. We haven't been intimate for years. So that night, I'm still thinking of Tommie as I fall asleep. 

---

A couple of weeks later -- yes, I'm looking for her as I'm wandering the store -- I find her working cashier.

"Can't stay away from me?" She's flirting again.

"No, I'm hooked," I fire back.

"Say, I'm off in a few hours. Wanna grab a beer?"

"Love to."

---

We're at a dive she suggested close to the university. Typical college crowd. Yet, she's acting like she seems out of place. Hell, I seem out of place. She's changed out of her trademark baggie t-shirt, and is wearing a snug tank top. Nice. She's slim at the waist, tight little butt, but her bust line is clearly her dominant measurement. Nicely shaped too, round, firm, with her nipples slightly poking out. She notices me looking and smiles. We drinking some wimpy beer; they have nothing special here.

"So, you often throw yourself at older guys? I'm sorry, that wasn't nice."

"Hey, you're speaking your mind. You said it's a good quality. No harm. Besides, I like the mental and emotional maturity of an older man. Older anyone, actually. I connect more with my professors than my own damn classmates. And guys my age? They're so immature. They want girls to be, well, girly, with makeup, tight skirts, and stiletto heels. Screw that! Why can't they accept us as we are? They don't ever get all dolled up. They can be slobs."

"So you'd rather spend time with me?"

"Damn right. You're intelligent, but you're not judgmental. And you give a shit about kids like me trying to get ahead of all of those losers. And you're kinda cute."

"The other day, you said I was 'kinda cool'?"

"Both."

"So why did you suggest this place if it's not your crowd?"

"No car and it's walking distance for me. You know some place better?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one. What's it matter?"

"Then let's go someplace to grab a cocktail." She beams. 

"Wait, aren't I under dressed?" I smile and shake my head 'no'.

We get into my car and drive downtown to a place that knows more than rum and coke. I hold the door and guide her in with my hand on the small of her back, and she give me a look of surprise.

"What's the matter?"

"Nobody ever does that for me."

"You disapprove?"

"No. No, keep it up."

"You're strong and independent, so I wondered if you'd appreciate."

She burns her eyes into mine. "I am a woman."

"So I've noticed," glancing at her bust line again.

After we get our drinks, I inquire, "Guys don't hold doors for you on campus?"

"I told you, they're all so immature. And they're intimidated by intelligence. All of 'em."

"Whoa, slow down. Remember, that's my gender, too. Besides, I like intelligent women."

"And they can't make a girl come if their lives depended on it."

Damn near had my drink coming out of my nose with that one.

"Sorry, I'm speaking my mind again. Getting into trouble again."

"I thought we agreed; it's not a bad quality."

"But you're different."

"How do you know?"

"Well, maybe I don't." Then she leans in close, pressing her leg against mine. "I haven't been to bed with you."

I'm glad I wasn't taking a drink that time. "I think we should change the subject. So how'd you come by the name Tommie?"

"My real name's Tomiko. Mom's Japanese, Dad was American." 

"Really? I wouldn't have thought anything but full blooded Caucasian."

"Dad's genes were strong. Maybe that's why I'm so butch. Anyway, Tomiko is Japanese for beautiful girl. Look at me. Am I beautiful?" 

"Well, yes, actually." 

"You're just trying to be sweet. But I'll let you." 

"They always say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,..." 

"Gag me", she interrupts. 

I pull her chin so she's facing me, and now I burn my eyes into hers. "And what I'm beholding at this moment..." 

A smile slowly reveals itself. "Thank you. But I thought we'd changed the subject."

"Your turn to pick one."

"Okay. Outdoors. You said you like the outdoors."

"I do."

"You like hiking up in the mountains?"

"Love it."

"Want to go up on Sunday?"

"Uh, sure, we could do that. The weather's supposed to be great."

We make our plans, and continue chatting, as we savor our drinks. She again laments about her lack of romance, which gets me talking up the problems in my marriage.

I offer to drive her home. She accepts, saying I can't come up. She has roommates.

"Do you assume I'm going to take advantage of you?" She just smiles.

That night in bed, my wife is asleep at my side, and I can only think of Tommie. And how amazing she looked in that tank top. My hand finds my dick. It's semi-hard, like it was back in the bar. This is crazy. I'm old enough to be her father. But now this is just a harmless fantasy. So I'm caressing my dick while thinking about Tommie. It's her hand, not mine. Her small fingers. Making it feel good. Making it harder. Her hand. Because mine are on her breasts. Kneading them. Tickling her nipples. She leans forward and I take those nipples into my mouth, while she lowers herself onto my throbbing dick. It slides in. Oh, Tommie. You're so good. So good to me. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the bathroom, seeking release.

---

On Sunday, we are hiking up a mountain trail. Tommie's looking great in a pair of shorts. Slim, lean legs, just slightly muscular. Unfortunately, she's back to that baggy t-shirt. 

Beyond a waterfall, which is most people's destination, the crowd thins out considerably. At one of several stream crossings, she says, "Hey Dave, come over here and look at this." She's squatting down with the water flowing around her boots. "What do you see?"

"A beautiful stream, some mossy rocks." 

"No, down here, in the water, right at your feet." 

I squat. "Little bugs swimming around?" 

"That's a mayfly nymph. That one's a damselfly. Ooh, over there is a dragonfly nymph." 

"He's ugly." 

"But he'll be beautiful one day." 

"And that's something beautiful about you, Tommie. You have a passion for things that interest you and love to share that with someone." 

"The boys at school would just say I'm being nerdy." 

"No, this is cool. I have an innate curiosity. But I never studied aquatic biology and wouldn't have known who or what these little guys are. This is very enlightening." 

She stares at me in doubt, as if I'm only patronizing her. So I squeeze her shoulder and say, "Really, Tommie. I mean that." 

She gives me a kiss on the cheek, jumps to her feet, and is bounding up the trail again.

We reach a little lake high up in a glacial cirque. I suggest breaking out the lunch we packed, but Tommie says she knows a better place. She leads me up a deer path, away from the lake.

"This isn't a marked trail on my map."

"Social trail. Not official. More private."

This unofficial trail is steep, and the sun is now directly overhead. I comment that it's getting hot.

"So take your shirt off", Tommie says.

So I drop my pack and pull it over my head only to see that Tommie's doing the same.

"What are you doing?" I ask, incredulously. 

"I'm hot, too."

"But you're ...", and I stammer.

"I'm a woman. Didn't we cover that back at the bar? Besides, it's not like you haven't seen boobs before. Uh, you have seen boobs before, right?" She smiled slyly.

She's beautiful. Her boobs. Her breasts. They're beautiful. I remembered how she filled out that tank top the other day. But my, oh, my, they have that firm shape all on their own. No bra needed. Oh, to be young again. 

I try not to think about this too much. Walking is getting a little uncomfortable now in my state of now semi-arousal. Fortunately, she is walking either behind me, or In front facing the other way.

We soon arrive at her intended destination, a grassy patch on a ledge high above the lake we were at earlier. The view was stunning. All around us were snow-capped peaks and snowfields with silvery threads of meltwater feeding the lake below us. Simply gorgeous. No, the real geography, not Tommie's. We'd both already put our shirts back on.

Time to eat. "Guess what I have?" Tommie asked.

"What?"

"Dates! That's how we met."

"You are sweet."

"And guess what else."

"What?" I asked again.

"Wine."

"You packed a bottle of wine up here."

"No, silly, you did." I was puzzled. "I slipped into your pack when you were tying your boots back at the car."

"You naughty girl."

"Oh, you have no idea."

And so we dine -- and we wine -- in nature's glory. As we progress through the bottle, we get more silly. And as we finish it, we get, well, ...

I'm leaning back against a rock. Tommie crawls over to me, turns, and sits between my legs, leaning back against my chest. Her hair tickles my face as the breeze tossed it around. It smelled nice. She takes my hands and pulls my arms around her and I lock my fingers together on her stomach, her hands resting on top of mine. I'm surprised. It feels so nice, to hold her close. It doesn't feel completely right, but it does feel nice.

After a few minutes, Tommie inquires, "Dave, have you ever been with another woman? I mean during your marriage, since you two started having problems."

"Never."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I suppose I've thought about it. But, no. Never followed through."

"And why not?"

I took a breath to speak, but stopped. I didn't have an answer. Maybe there wasn't an answer.

After sitting like that for several more minutes, Tommie pulls my fingers apart, and brings my palms up to her breasts. I try to pull them away, but she's quick and her grip strong, at least strong enough to overcome what feeble resistance I'm feigning. And so I cup them from underneath. They're as firm as I had envisioned in the bar. They're as firm as I had observed when she had taken off her shirt earlier. And yet they're soft and supple, and yielding to my caresses, which made her moan softly. I slide my hands a little higher, no guidance from her this time, to where I can feel her nipples, which are already standing at attention. 

Tommie then tugs at her shirt. I lift my hands slightly to allow her to pull the fabric up past her breasts, and back down with my hands now inside of her shirt. My God they are so smooth. And her nipples are dancing between my fingers.

"Tommie," I say slowly. "I don't know if we should be ..." 

But before I could finish, she's quickly turned around and planted her lips on mine to silence me. I'm now holding her with her shoulders perpendicular to mine, one hand on her back, the other still with her breasts, both still inside of her shirt. Our tongues begin to explore each other's lips. With my hand that remains in front, I'm slowly running my fingers up and down between her breasts as they're pressed together. She pulls back just a little, leaving our noses touching.

"But Tommie, this isn't..."

She doesn't let me finish. "Dave, you keep telling me to speak my mind. Now speak yours." 

So after thinking a moment, "Tommie, you are very much a woman, a very beautiful woman, and you've stirred desires in me that I've suppressed for too long." 

"Ooh, I like that. But let's get more to the point. What's really on your mind? At this second. And stop beating around the bush." 

"Tommie, my dick is hard for you." 

"Now we're getting somewhere." And she rises to her knees and peels her shirt off again. This time, since she's on her knees between my legs, her youthful breasts are at eye level, mere inches away. They're near perfect spheres. Her areolae are the size of half-dollars. Dark and slightly ringed in pink, they puff out slightly from the rest of each breast. At their centers are two pink pencil eraser nipples, begging to be kissed, to be suckled. There's no turning back now. My self-control went away with her shirt. She puts her hands on my shoulders and leans forward, so my nose presses into her cleavage and I inhale deeply. 

"You like?"

"Oh Tommie, words cannot describe."

I bring my hands up to them, deftly tracing their shape with my fingers, contemplating their color, their texture, how they yield to my gentle squeezing. Tommie takes my chin in one hand and guides my lips to one of her needy nipples, and I gently rub it between my lips. Then, while slightly opening my mouth, I suck it in, engulfing the entire areola, and swirl my tongue in circles around the nipple. Tommie is purring like a kitten. Then I repeat the process on the other one. Oh what an irony of nature that a woman has two of these delights but a man has only one mouth to suckle them.

I begin sliding my hands down her sides to her shorts. Tucking my fingers into the waistband, I slide them around to the front. I unfasten the button and pull the zipper down. Since she's still on her knees, I'm able to slide her shorts down over her hips. Her thighs are silky smooth, and I bring one hand up between them as she shifts her legs apart to give me more access. I find her panties pleasantly moist. I cup her entire vulva in my hand, and she moans in pleasure.

Finally, she stands up, kicks her shorts aside, and pulls my shirt off over my head. Back down on her knees again, she starts unfastening my belt.

"Tommie, I didn't plan on this. I didn't come prepared." She's working on the button.

"It's OK. I'm on the pill," as she's pulling the zipper down.

"But pregnancy is only one concern."

"Dave, I've only been with a few guys, and I always made them wear rubbers because I had no idea where they've been. So I think I've kept myself clean. And you have been with only your wife for ... how many years?"

With that, I lift my butt and she pulls my shorts and briefs off together. My dick springs free, and I'm suddenly more naked than she is.

"Wow, Dave. There's something else that sets you apart from BOYS (her emphasis) at school", as she takes my dick in small her hands. "They are not this big."

Smiling at her new plaything, and the state it's in, she dances her little fingers along its length, exploring all the nooks and crannies and bulging veins, which only makes it bigger, harder, and the head more purple. Pleased with my response to her touch, she lowers her lips to kiss the end of it, looking up at me for approval. Then she plants a trail of kisses down one side, around to the underside as she points up toward my head. She then licks back up to the tip and slides her lips over the head, engulfing it. God it feels good. She works her way down a little more than half way, then gagging a little, withdraws.

"I don't know Dave, I think I'm gonna be too sore to hike back down. You'll have to carry me."

Now I need to take control. I stand up while she remains on her knees, and offer my dick once more to her wanting mouth, which she gladly accepts. She bobs her head forward and back, sucking in earnest. I'm getting close to coming and tell her to stop, to let me take over the motion. 

As my orgasm subsides, I take her head in my hands, and start sliding in and out of her mouth ever so slowly. She tilts her head back a bit, looking up into my eyes, and loosens the grip with her lips. She shapes her tongue into a bed, maybe more like a hammock the way she curls the sides up, for my dick to slide on. Slowly in. Slowly out. Slowly in. Slowly out. And my orgasm is building once more, but more slowly this time. I'm getting close, but it's too good to stop now. 




Tomboy



As I go rock solid in her mouth, I let out a low, guttural, uncontrollable groan that increases in volume over the first phase of my orgasm. Then the first spasm of ejaculation causes me to buck my hips backward, unfortunately pulling my dick out of her mouth just as the first load blasts forth. I leave a line of semen from the corner of her mouth, up her cheek, and into her ear and her hair. Not wanting that to happen again, she quickly grabbed the base of my dick in one hand, my butt in the other, and pulls me back in before the next gusher. She goes back to bobbing her head throughout the rest of my orgasm, catching the remaining come shots and swallowing it all.

I collapse back to the grass. "Damn girl, you are good." Evidently she's had some experience sucking dick. "But sorry about your hair."

"Don't worry," as she wipes her face with a finger and licks it off. "Money can't buy hair conditioner like that."

We're both on our knees, sitting on our feet, facing each other. "I owe you big time now. Lie down in the grass." 

I begin kissing the insides of her calves, then her knees, then her thighs. I lower my face to her panties. They are damp and musky, and run my fingers around under the hems of the legs, grazing what treasures they're hiding with my thumbs through the fabric, and she moan her approval. My tugging on the waistband signals her to lift her butt, and I pull them off as she holds her legs in the air, bringing them back down to my shoulders. 

Her flower is perfect. A thin patch of hair on the mound at the top. Her entire vulva is dark like her areolae, and her pussy lips, pouting out provocatively, come together at the top to cover her little pleasure bud. Her nectar is dribbling out of her vaginal opening into the grass. I use her panties to tease, dragging them back and forth across her charms. She yanks them from my hand and tosses them aside, so I again lower my face to her crotch as she lets her legs come to rest on my back.

I slowly lick up one side of her outer labia, then the other side. I repeat this over the next few minutes, each time moving slightly inward so I am soon licking the inner lips. Finally, with gentle, broad pressure, a make a slow, deliberate lick from her vagina upward, pushing her inner lips apart, and her whole body shudders underneath me. As I reach her clitoral hood, I give it a gentle kiss, a hint of what's yet to come. 

"Tommie, you taste like heaven."

More of these long, slow strokes and her clitoris is soon peeking out from under its covering, as if begging for its share of attention. All the time, Tommie is moaning and whimpering. I keep up a slow, steady rhythm, gradually giving more attention to her clitoris at the end of each stroke. At the same time, I'm sliding a finger in and out of her vagina. As she becomes further aroused, I feel her G-spot beginning to swell, and I massage it with circular motions. 

After about ten minutes or so, I really lose track of time, Tommie is gasping. "Oh, Dave... Please... Whatever you're doing... Please... Don't stop... Make me... Oh, God... I'm close... Oh... Oh... I'm gonna..." As her vagina clamps down on my finger, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and rolled it between my lips. She's gone completely silent, her back arched up off of the grass and all of her muscles are taut. Finally, she drops her back down in the grass and screams, "GOD!" so loud that it echoes off the rocky spires on the other side of the lake. I feel the familiar contractions of her pelvic area, each one causing a high pitched squeak from her throat. At times, she's mumbling, but I can't make out a word.

As she returns to a more normal state of mind, she says, between gasps, "Oh my God... That's never... happened to me... before... Please hold me." 

I crawl up beside her and cradled her as she rolls on top of me. She's well beyond her comfort zone now, and her sassiness had given way to a newfound innocence. 

"You're saying you've never had an orgasm before?"

"No, I have. Many times. But only on my own. I told you that I haven't been with that many guys. But none had ever done that to me. I'd never come with a guy. A little oral foreplay was just to get me wet enough for them to stick it in." 

"Foreplay is core play."

"And once they did that, it'd be over in a minute. I'd have to finish myself after they went to sleep. Or went home. Good Lord, I'd have to buy a few more vibrators to hit all those spots at once."

"Have you ever had multiple orgasms?"

"Never."

"You know, a second one comes easier than the first, no pun intended. Even through intercourse."

"You mean make me come, just with your dick? That never happens."

"Doesn't mean it can't happen. Doesn't mean we can't make it happen for you."

"But my friends never come that way either. Maybe they need a dick as big as yours."

"It's not the tool or the size of it. It's the whole repertoire. You came once through oral alone. Now your pump is primed, and it'll be easier to reach another, by whatever means."

"Dave, I want that. I want that to happen with you. I want you inside of me so bad."

I just smile that same sly smile she gave me when she took her shirt off the first time. I'm already mostly hard again. Who wouldn't be after seeing how hard Tommie just came. So I get between her legs, and start rubbing the head of my dick up and down the lips of her pussy. She's quickly moaning again, and I'm getting even harder. Finally, I scoop up some of what running out of her vagina and slather it over my dick. Then I slowly push into her just a little bit. She gasps and I pulled back out. I push in again, only a little further.

"Oh, my God, you're so big!"

I pull back out and push in yet again. Each time, I go in further, and it's also getting easier. Soon, I'm fully inside. Damn, she is tight.

"How does it feel? OK?"

"God it feels good."

"Feels fantastic for me, too, babe."

And so I slowly slide nearly all the way out, then slowly all the way back in.

"Oh, Dave. That's so good."

I keep sliding in and out at a slow, steady pace. As I do, I lay down on top of her, with my weight on my elbows and my hands under her shoulders. She grips my shoulders and locks her feet behind my back while I'm kissing her lips, her cheeks, her ears, her neck. And I keep slowly pumping, in and out, in and out.

"Dave, you're right. I can feel it. God, I've never felt this way with a man inside me before."

"So, Tommie, you wanna drive?"

"What do you mean?"

With that, I roll off of her, pulling her with me so my dick doesn't pop out. She's now on top and she instinctively knows just what to do. She's riding me, grinding me. She can now control the position, and the contact, to do whatever feels best for her, to get her where she needs to go. Sometimes she remains upright, going up and down, her breasts bouncing, and I will hold them and massage them. Other times she leans way forward, dangling her nipples in my face so I can suckle on them some more. She figures out that she can grind around in circles, making sure the base of my dick rubs her clitoris each time it passes by.

"Dave, I'm getting close again. I think I'm gonna come again."

"Good job babe. You're gonna make me come too."

She keeps riding. And moaning and whimpering. Suddenly, her mouth drops open and goes stiff again, just like before. She falls forward and I guide her hands to my shoulders so she can brace herself. Since she's stopped the thrusting, I have to take over, and start hammering into her from below. As she's convulsing, I hit the first phase of my second orgasm, but I keep pounding away. She's screaming and gasping as my first load of semen erupts into her. Then the next spasm shoots another load into her. Again and again. Gradually, both of our orgasms subside, and she lays down on top of me, nuzzling into my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and hold her tightly.

"Dave, that was wonderful. That was amazing. How did you ever learn to do that?"

"Experience."

"I never had a guy make me come. I was starting to think it was a myth, or that there was something wrong with me. Or that maybe I was a lesbian but just hadn't figured it out yet." 

"Oh Tommie, there's nothing at all wrong with you. You are as perfect as God and nature intended." And she's kissing me all over my face. "Everyone gets better as they get older. Even the boys back at school. Maybe they need you to help them out. I know, because I used to be one of them. And it was an older, experienced girl that helped me. As for you doing it with girls, remember, they have the same equipment as you, so they know how to operate it."

The sun is getting low in the sky. Time to head back down. We hike in silence, not talking, but frequently looking at each other and simply smiling. As we get further down, we start running into other people again. If only they knew what we were smiling about.

---

And so began a couple of wonderful years with my tomboy. After grad school, she left for a job back east. We both knew all along that it couldn't last, but we stay in touch. She misses the mountains, our hikes, our orgasms at timberline. We even did it at night once, with the stars so bright that we could see everything about each other. 

And she finally has a steady boyfriend, someone as brainy as her, who craves her intellect. She says she's teaching him well, just as I had taught her. She says boys are not hopeless forever, and it really does get better with experience. 



Tomboy



We were in the garage. It was Lee's favorite place in the house. It was a bit cluttered in here, since our car and a random assortment of the usual items such as paint cans, tires, lawnmowers and whatnot were taking up the space, but right now this was as good a place as any other.

Lee was my daughter, but for some reason she liked to pretend she was a boy. With a name like hers and with no curves to speak of, many often genuinely mistook her for one. Lee was actually her middle name, the same as her mother's maiden name, but she always used it. We had named her Alice and she did not like that.

I would have taken Lee for a boy myself if I hadn't been her father, and right now for the fact the only thing she had on was a white polo shirt with a couple of smudges of bicycle chain oil on it. My eyes kept on moving from her boyish face to between her legs and back at every opportunity, regardless of where I was trying to tell them to look.

Lee noticed me doing that, as always. She was on her knees. A fireproof blanket taken from the car's trunk had made it a bit more comfortable for her. She looked up at me and slowly let my erection slide out of her mouth. She kissed it all around and then snuggled against the warmth of my testicles. Her saliva tickled as it slowly dribbled down the shaft of the penis.

I held her close, gently touching her with my fingers, caressing her short pixie hair. I wasn't in any hurry to come. It felt good to be together and talk a bit first.

"Did you manage to fix your bike?" I asked. Lee had been messing around with her mountain bike in the with an assortment of tools. It was now propped up against the wall next to us. She has always been a mechanically inclined person.

She raised her head and looked at me. "Yeah, it's okay now. The transmission was just jammed."

"You are such a little grease monkey," I teased her, tousling her hair playfully.

"And I give great blowjobs, even though I look like a boy and I shouldn't because you're my dad," she said and grinned mischievously.

"Well, you said that, not me." She was entirely correct, though.

"I've heard it all before."

I tried to give her some fatherly advice, even though I knew perfectly well she never listened to it: "It would be easier for you to find a boyfriend if you tried a girlier look occasionally."

"I don't care about boys." Lee looked me in the eyes and added: "Or girls". She knew what everyone was thinking.

I teased her: "But you care about me. Are you really a daddy's girl, even though you pretend to be a boy who likes fixing stuff?"

Lee just shrugged, and said: "I guess I must be." Then she took my hard penis in her mouth again and suckled with her eyes closed. She looked more like a boy than ever. A cute boy, for sure, but still.

This wasn't really a sexual thing for Lee. I believed she was honest when she said she didn't have any feelings like that towards people. I just hoped she'd find them one day, with whomever she would learn to love. That might have been one reason why she did this. She didn't completely understand either sex or love, because she had never felt either. Maybe that's why she could so easily give blowjobs to her own father. It didn't make her have any weird feelings.

Mostly she just wanted to spend some dad-daughter time together. It was usually perfectly normal and not like this. But for some reason she sometimes wanted there to be an orgasm for dad at the end.

I held my hand on Lee's shoulder as her head bobbed. She was building up the tension, slowly but surely. Her hands moved around and caressed. They conveyed her girliness more than anything else. They were far too petite and sensitive for a boy. She touched my the testicles' hairy weight and I silently sighed and let her suckle.

I reminisced about the first time Lee had asked me if she could do this. She had just turned nineteen then. I had been pretty damn shocked, as you might imagine, and of course I had said that it was absolutely not acceptable.

Later on she had come to me much like she was now, with just a greasy mechanic's shirt on. She had watched my gaze flickering from her eyes to between her legs, and she had said: "Please, dad, let me do it..."

Then she had kneeled and I had been hard as a rock when she had slid my trousers down. That had been the first time. It had ended with the most intense orgasm of my entire life. That had been two months ago, not any longer than that. Yet all this felt strangely natural already, after a blowjob or two every week.

Lee's mouth was warm and moist and her lips pulsated rhythmically. I was so incredibly hard I felt had to shift my legs. Nature was taking its course. Something like this would make any normal man ejaculate if it lasted long enough, regardless of what was causing it, be it an unruly tomboy of a daughter or even an actual boy.

I had to gently touch her shoulder and say: "Not yet, Lee. Not yet." I just wasn't psychologically ready.

Lee understood, so she bent down to kiss my testicles again and hugged me. She studied my face for a while and then asked: "Is it really wrong that I want to be like this, dad?"

I had to wonder for a while if she meant her appearance or giving blowjobs to her father. I guessed the latter. "Most people would say it is," I answered realistically.

"But what do you say, dad?" She looked up at me and made sure I could see between her legs again.

"I... Well, at first I sure thought it was wrong. Now I'm not so sure anymore." I caressed her shoulder for a while and then added: "Why do you do this anyway? What made you think you'd want to blow your dad?"

Lee shrugged. "I guess I just thought it would a be nice thing to do." She closed her eyes and started sucking again. That wasn't a very satisfying answer, but her tongue started flicking out and working on the underside of the penis, so I could only groan.

I wondered if I was the weird one and not her. I was the one who kept mentioning her appearance and who wanted her to start dating. She didn't seem to have any problems with who she was. I also knew perfectly well I shouldn't have been turned on either by my own daughter or the boys she looked like, and yet I started aching when I saw her. I had never before in my life been close to a person like Lee, so perhaps I had never simply realized what I truly desired.

I watched Lee's head bobbing and further wondered if that was exactly why she was doing this. Was it specifically because she had noticed it was me who was confused about who I was and not her?

I looked at Lee's peaceful boy face as she moved, her lips slurping as they moved up and down the shaft, and I felt my heart ache. I tried to look at all the junk in the garage instead, but Lee increased the pace and it made my eyes roll and close. I touched her head and felt her short hair in my fingers. That didn't help. Her tongue just started flicking faster and in more imaginative ways, side to side and around, and her head kept on bobbing rhythmically.

I could only sigh and let my thoughts go. It didn't really matter right now what I was like or what she was like. The feelings inside me were becoming too much to handle.

"Mh?" Lee made a little sound. She must have noticed I wasn't looking at her. Her warm mouth was making me shiver so much I knew what would happen if I did. So did she.

"Mh? Mh? Mh?" she kept repeating and her tongue worked faster, until I finally looked. She met my gaze, looking like an angelic boy. Then I got a peek between her thighs and my testicles tightened immediately.

I screamed as a sudden and immense orgasm made my toes curl and I heard my sperm shoot into Lee's mouth.

Lee's lips stayed latched on the tip of the penis as her hand pumped the hard, pulsating shaft with firm strokes. She suckled calmly and peacefully as I came out in long, powerful spurts, which made me shudder and moan. Every single muscle in my groin, stomach and buttocks was contracting as I came so hard it hurt, and it wouldn't stop as long as there was anything left to ejaculate.

Lee didn't spit any of it away, she never did. When she finally pulled her lips away, I felt like I was going to collapse. My muscles were still twitching occasionally and my knees wobbled. 

Lee bent down, kissed both of my testicles, and then she looked up and said: "Thanks, dad."

I had to blink as I looked at her, and I suddenly I felt a tear fall and slowly stream down my cheek.

Lee hugged me and held me comfortingly. "Don't cry, dad, everything is all right," she said. 

I slowly caught my breath and wiped my face. Then I shook my head a bit, and smiled at her. "You really are something, aren't you?" I said.

Lee flashed me a boyish, mischievous smile back at me and somewhat mysteriously said: "So are you, dad. So are you."