Sandy takes a shower on Tuesday morning after her grandmother leaves for work.  Then she calls Annie, who has just awoken.  The girls agree that Sandy should come over to Annie’s house.

Sandy puts on white shorts and a matching white tank top, both with pink trim.  The outfit will keep her cool throughout the hot day, and no bra is necessary, although the bumps from her slightly puffy nipples are noticeable.

Sandy walks to Annie’s house, using a shortcut through a small field.  She knocks on the door.  Annie is expecting her, so the door opens quickly.  Sandy smiles at the super cute girl that invites her in.

Annie is one of the cutest girls in her class.  She has a tiny and trim body, long dirty blond hair that reaches the top of her butt, and a cute face and smile.  Annie has her hair in twin tails, which only adds to her cuteness.  Annie is also not yet dressed for the day.  She is wearing a light sleeping outfit consisting of a white cotton top in the shape of a bra, with light blue accents, and matching white cotton panties with light blue and pink accents.  She does, however, have socks and shoes on.

Annie is an only child, so she has the run of her parents’ house when they are at work.

“Come on in,” Annie says with a smile.

Sandy follows Annie to her bedroom.

“You’re really pretty,” Sandy declares

Annie turns around and smiles shyly at first, then gives a look as if to say ‘who me?’

“Turn around again,” Sandy urges.

Annie does as instructed, giving a couple sexy poses looking over her shoulder back at Sandy.  The poses flatter her cute firm butt, with the bottom of her tanned butt cheeks exposed below her cotton sleeping panties.  Where Annie lives gets a lot more sunlight than where Sandy lives, so the girls are different shades.

“Yep,” Sandy confirms.  “Sexy.”

Annie laughs.

“Well you’re hot yourself,” Annie says.

“Thanks,” Sandy replies.  “And you’ve got boobs too!”

“What, me?” Annie chuckles, giving another pose that accentuates her breasts.

Sandy nods.

“You’ve got them too,” Annie says.

“Yeah, but mine aren’t as big as yours,” Sandy says.  “At least not yet.”

It's true, in part.  The girls’ breasts are almost the same size.  Sandy’s breasts are still roughly an A cup, and Annie’s are close to a small B.  However, Annie’s are more noticeable against her tiny frame.

“I bet yours will grow a lot more,” Annie says.

“Yeah, probably,” Sandy says.  “My Mom has pretty big ones.”

The girls laugh.

“Yeah, my Mom doesn’t,” Annie replies.  “So these may be all I get,” she continues, as she cups and squeezes her own breasts.

The girls laugh again.

“Do you wear a bra?” Sandy asks.

“For school,” Annie confirms.  “And for some other things.”

Sandy nods.

“But not always,” Annie adds.  “Depends on what I’m wearing, or if I’m going somewhere.”

“Me too,” Sandy chimes in.  “Can I see them?”

The question somewhat surprises Annie, but not too much.  Sandy has shown herself to be direct and uninhibited.

“You mean my boobs?” Annie asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Sandy confirms.  “I’ll show you mine first, if you want.”

Annie smiles.

“Okay,” Annie says.

Sandy reaches for the bottom of her tank top, as Annie watches.  She lifts off her top in one swift action, up and over her head, exposing her perky small breasts with slightly puffy nipples.

“Wow, they’re so pretty,” Annie says.

Sandy chuckles, letting go of the top, which falls to the floor.

“They’re pretty small,” Sandy notes, as she holds and gently squeezes her own naked breasts.

Without prompting, Annie reaches for the lower sides of her sleeping top and pulls it up and over her head and hair, also letting it drop to the floor.

“Those are really nice,” Sandy says, admiring the perfectly shaped small breasts with round pink areola and nipples that look really soft.
“Thanks,” Annie says.

Sandy watches as Annie gently massages her own breasts.

The girls giggle some more.

“Have you got your period yet?”

Annie nods.

“I have too,” Sandy adds.

There is a momentary pause as the girls admire each other’s bodies.

“Can I see the rest of you?” Sandy asks boldly.

Annie is pretty sure what Sandy means, but doesn’t respond immediately.

“I’ll go first, if you want,” Sandy suggests.

“Okay,” Annie says quietly.

Sandy leans down to undo the straps of her white shoes, and kicks them off.  As Annie watches, Sandy then peels her white short pants down her legs, leaving her wearing only white cotton panties.  Sandy looks up and smiles at Annie before peeling off her panties, leaving her completely naked.

“Wow,” Annie whispers.  “You’ve got a really nice body.”

“Thanks,” Sandy says with a smile.  “I wish my boobs were bigger and my butt was smaller.”

Annie shakes her head.

“Can I see your body now?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods, before crouching down to untie the white shoes she is wearing.  After her shoes and socks are removed, she stands back up and takes a deep breath before peeling off her cotton sleeping panties.  There is nothing underneath them, so both girls are left fully nude.

“You don’t have much hair,” Sandy notices, looking down at Annie’s crotch.

“Yeah, it’s blond and I trim it,” Annie admits, looking down at herself.

“Yeah, I don’t have much either,” Sandy adds.  “But it’s brown and I don’t trim it, so I guess it shows more.”

“Mmm hmm,” Annie agrees.

The girls admire each other for a few more seconds, before it becomes awkward.

“Do you ever do yourself?” Sandy asks, in an effort to break the silence.

“What do you mean?” Annie responds.

Remembering that Annie has not yet had sex education, Sandy realizes she must find a way to explain.

“You know, when you touch yourself and it feels really good?” Sandy clarifies.  “You know, down there,” Sandy adds, looking back down at Annie’s bare crotch.

“Oh,” Annie says nervously, realizing what was being asked.

“I do,” Sandy declares.  “I can even give myself an orgasm.”

It’s clear from the look on Annie’s face that she has not heard that word before, or at least does not know what it means.

“You know, when you touch and rub yourself, and it feels really good,” Sandy explains.  “And then it builds up and feels like your body is exploding it feels so good.”

Annie nods, slightly embarassed.

“Do you ever do that?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods nervously, and looks down.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Sandy says.  “That’s what you’re supposed to do.  It’s called masturbation.”

Annie has heard that word before, although mostly in connection with things whispered at school that boys do.  Annie is not sure what is ‘normal’ for a girl to do, so hasn’t discussed those things with her regular girlfriends.

“I usually do it a few times a week,” Sandy offers.

Annie nods.

“Do you?” Sandy asks.

“Well, usually only once or twice a week,” Annie admits.

“I’ve been doing it for almost a year,” Sandy offers.

“It’s only been a couple months for me,” Annie says.

“Doesn’t it feel amazing?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods and smiles.

The girls laugh again.

“Do you ever use anything to help?” Sandy asks.  “Or just your fingers?”

Annie doesn’t really want to answer that question, because she’s still not sure what’s normal.

“Well I do,” Sandy says.  “Well, most of the time.”

“What do you use?” Annie asks.

“The handle of a hair brush,” Sandy replies.

Annie smiles broadly.

“I do too!” she exclaims, with some relief.

“You use a brush?” Sandy asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Annie replies.  “A white hair brush that I used when I was a kid.”

There is another momentary pause, during which Annie makes a move to retrieve her shorts from the floor.

“It’s so good to know that I’m not alone,” Sandy says.

Annie nods, holding her sleeping panties up and spinning them around to prepare them to put back on.

“Can you show me your brush?” Sandy asks.

“Um,” Annie replies.  “I guess so.”

“Don’t get dressed yet,” Sandy says.  “Let’s talk some more.”

Annie nods and drops her sleeping panties to the floor again.  After all, she still needs to take a shower.

“I bet we have a lot in common,” Sandy reassures.

Annie walks over to the small wood nightstand next to the head of her bed.  Sandy watches as she opens the drawer, and retrieves a hair brush.

“This is what I use,” Annie says, handing the brush to Sandy.

Sandy examines the white hair brush, featuring a ballerina on the backside, as well as small colored daisies on the back of the handle.

“This is different than what I use,” Sandy mumbles.

“Yeah?” Annie asks.

“Well, I mean it’s kind of the same,” Sandy adds.  “But mine is blue and is thickest in the middle of the handle.  Yours is thickest at the end of the handle.”

“Oh,” Annie says, a bit nervously.

“But I think yours might be even better,” Sandy adds quickly to reassure her friend.

Annie nods.

“Maybe you can show me how you use it sometime,” Sandy suggests.

There is a momentary pause.  Annie doesn’t respond.

“Can I see your pussy?” Sandy asks.  “I wonder if it looks like mine.”

There is another momentary pause.

“Well, maybe I can show you mine,” Sandy offers.  “And show you what all the parts are called that we learned in sex ed.”

“Um, okay,” Annie agrees, hesitatingly.

“Come on, let’s get on your bed,” Sandy directs.

Sandy crawls onto Annie’s bed, configuring the pillows so she can lay back comfortably and still be able to give Annie a little lesson in the names of girl body parts.  As she lays back, Sandy sets the brush by her side.

Annie slowly crawls onto the lower part of her own bed, as Sandy spreads her legs wide.  Annie is both excited and nervous.  Sandy can tell, so she makes an effort to talk in a reassuring tone.

“Wow, your pussy does look different,” Annie says, as soon as she gets seated between Sandy’s legs.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see yours,” Sandy quips, wasting no time in focusing her attention on her own body.

Sandy uses her left index and middle fingers to spread herself open, exposing pink flesh for Annie to observe and Sandy to explain.

“So these are my labia,” Sandy says, as she points out her ample inner lips.  “They’re also called pussy lips.”

Annie smiles, having previously heard the latter phrase before.

“And this is my pee hole,” Sandy continues, pointing to her urethra.  “But you already know that.”

“And this is my vagina, or pussy,” Sandy says.

“And this is my clitoris,” Sandy declares, further stretching out her inner labia to expose her small light pink pleasure button.  “It’s usually called a clit, and this is what gives me an orgasm.”

Annie nods, in recognition of what Sandy has said, which rings true for herself as well.

“So yours looks different?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods.

“Can I see?” Sandy asks.

Annie hesitates.

There is a moment of awkward silence.

“I’m really horny now, with all of this sex talk,” Sandy declares.  “You think I could try your brush?”

“Um, I guess,” Annie replies.

Sandy reaches for the brush with her right hand, still holding herself wide open with the fingers of her left hand.

“Do you want some baby oil?” Annie asks.

“No, I’m really wet right now,” Sandy replies.

Annie looks a bit confused, but Sandy doesn’t notice.

All eyes are focused on what Sandy is about to do with the handle of Annie’s old hair brush.  She holds it by the back of the head and, at first, Sandy rubs the handle up and down the slot of her pussy.  Annie figures this must be how Sandy is going to get it adequately lubed for penetration.

But then Sandy points the end of the handle directly toward the entrance to her vagina.  Sandy pushes.

Both girls gasp at the penetration that follows.

Annie was not expecting that to occur, and Sandy was not expecting to feel both the fullness and pleasure of the initial penetration, knowing that Annie is watching closely.

For Sandy, the brush handle definitely has a different feel than her own, with it being easier to keep inside after the initial penetration.

Annie watches closely as Sandy begins moving the handle deeper into her own body.  Sandy thoroughly enjoys the sensations of pumping the shaft of the brush handle in and out of her pussy.

After a while, the girls glance at each other.  Both give a nervous giggle.

Then Sandy changes hands, moving her left hand to the brush, and her right hand to her pussy mound, so that she can finger her own clit.

The girls return their gaze to the action.  Sandy starts breathing more rapidly and giving off slight moans.

“Does that feel good?” Annie asks.

Sandy rapidly nods her head, and increases the tempo of the penetration, and the rubbing on her clit.

“Are you gonna do that thing?”  Annie asks.

Sandy looks at her, not understanding the question, but also not stopping the action.

“You know, when it feels really good and your body kind of explodes?” Annie clarifies.

“Oh, you mean orgasm,” Sandy huffs.

Annie nods.

Sandy nods.

“Do you want me to get you a towel?” Annie asks.

Sandy is confused by the question, but shakes her head.  Even though it’s only been a few minutes, she can already feel a climax start to build, and doesn’t want Annie going anywhere.  The presence of Annie watching her masturbate somehow ratchets up the intensity of what is happening.

“Maybe you can do the brush,” Sandy suggests.

Annie looks confused.

Sandy pulls her left hand away from the brush, allowing her to relax more comfortably.  The brush handle is fully embedded in her pussy.

“Just do like I was doing,” Sandy pleads.

Annie instinctively reaches out for the head of the brush with her right hand, and uses it to slowly stroke the shaft of the handle in and out of Sandy’s vagina.

“Go a little faster,” Sandy urges through her breath.

Annie does as she is instructed.  Sandy’s breathing rate has increased again, and her subtle moans are getting a bit louder.

“When I tell you, pull it out,” Sandy directs.

Annie nods.

The girls are quiet for a few moments more, the only sounds coming from the sloshing emanating from Sandy’s pussy, and her own rapid breathing and quiet moans.  Annie is transfixed.

“Now,” Sandy hisses.

Annie pulls the brush out of Sandy, whose body instantly goes into the contractions of orgasm.  Annie recognizes the signs and movements, which somewhat resemble her own when she has a climax.

Sandy slowly takes herself down from the high of the orgasm, sapping every little bit of pleasure she can before it fades.

Sandy takes a deep breath as she pulls her fingers away from her sensitive clit, staring up at the ceiling for a brief moment.

“Okay, now I feel better,” Sandy blurts out.

Annie giggles, glancing from Sandy’s wet pussy that is still pulsing from the last small surges of her orgasm, up to her flattened breasts, and then up to her face.

The girls look at each other and giggle some more.

Sandy takes another deep breath, then slowly sits up.

“Wow, I really like your brush,” Sandy declares.

Annie smiles and nods, looking down at the brush still in her right hand, the handle damp and shiny with Sandy’s wetness.

There is another slightly awkward pause.

“Can I see you now?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods.

The girls switch places.  Annie sets the brush back down on the bed next to her.

Annie is a bit slower to get into position.  Although she is feeling horny and doesn’t mind showing her most intimate parts to Sandy, especially after what just took place, she worries that she might look different, and not in a good way.

“Wow, you are so pretty,” Sandy says reassuringly, as the smaller girl spreads her legs.

But Sandy can’t help but notice some stark differences between the girls.

First, Annie’s pussy appears to just be a slot.  Even though Annie has spread her legs as wide as Sandy had done, all that is visible is slightly puffy bald outer lips, with a short slot between them.  Second, Annie’s anus looks different.  Not in the sense of being a different color or shape.  It is a white puckered hole, just like her own that she has inspected with a mirror.  But in the sense that there is an indentation leading to her anus, a sort of conical approach leading to the orifice.  Indeed, it is the most visibly apparent part of Annie’s private area.

But Sandy wants to reassure her friend.

“You look so sexy,” Sandy says.

Annie giggles.

“Can I see more?” Sandy asks.  “Can you spread yourself like I did?”

Annie nods, and reaches out with her own right hand, spreading her small slot open with her index and middle fingers.

Sandy smiles, as pink flesh is finally exposed.  It is lighter in color than Sandy’s, but the various parts are each visible.  However, everything is significantly smaller than Sandy’s, and Sandy can’t help but notice the tiny little hole at the entrance to Annie’s vagina.  Sandy recognizes that Annie has more than just a fully intact hymen.  Sandy doesn’t understand how a finger or tampon could evne get past Annie’s cherry, much less the brush handle.

“You’re so tiny,” Sandy says.  “How do you get that brush in you?”

Annie knows precisely what Sandy is asking.  She gets embarrassed.  While Annie can certainly insert a finger or small tampon into her own vagina, she has never seriously attempted to insert anything larger, as she knows it would hurt.

Sandy can sense the embarrassment on Annie’s face.

“It’s okay,” Sandy reassures.

Annie takes a deep breath, deciding what to tell her friend.  She decides to come clean.

“I don’t put it in my pussy,” Annie declares.

“Oh,” Sandy responds, looking confused.

“I put it somewhere else,” Annie continues.  “That’s why I need to use baby oil.”

Annie can tell that Sandy is confused.

“I put it in my butt,” Annie says flatly.

“Oh,” Sandy says, with some surprise.

There is another pause, as Annie removes her hand, which results in her pussy closing up quickly, returning her crotch to a short slot, below which is the indentation leading to her anus.

“Can you show me?” Sandy asks.

“Um, I don’t know,” Annie says, looking embarrassed again and looking up at the ceiling.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Sandy reassures.  “I think it’s hot.”

“Yeah?” Annie asks.  “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“No, not at all,” Sandy replies, telling a bit of a white lie.

There is another pause.

“How did you learn about that?” Sandy asks.

“I don’t know,” Annie says.  “I guess it just felt good when I put my finger there,”

Sandy nods.

“And then when I put my finger inside there,” Annie adds.

Sandy nods again.

“And then I tried a marker pen with baby oil, and that was even better,” Annie continues.  “I had my first orgasm that way.”

Sandy continues to nod.

“And then I tried the brush handle with baby oil,” Annie says.  “It was hard at first, but I get an orgasm nearly every time I do it now.”

“Wow,” Sandy replies encouragingly.  “I wanna see you do that.”

“I don’t think so,” Annie says.  “I’d be too embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Sandy responds.  “I think it’s hot.  I just did it.”

“Yeah, but,” Annie says, before stopping in mid-sentence.

“But what?” Sandy urges.

Annie takes another deep breath.

“Do you ever pee a little when you have an orgasm?” Annie asks.

In fact, there have been times that Sandy felt that urge, but it never happened.  She is bit surprised at the question, but wants to reassure her friend that everything is okay.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna,” Sandy offers.

Annie takes the response as a slightly positive sign.

“Well, I do that most times,” Annie says.  “That’s why I use a towel.”

“Oh, okay,” Sandy replies.  “Let me get you a towel.”

Annie sighs again, and looks the ceiling.

“I think that’s really hot,” Sandy offers.

“Really?” Annie asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Sandy replies.

Annie reconsiders, and her own horniness wins the day.

“Okay,” Annie relents.

“Should I get a towel?” Sandy asks.

Annie nods.

“Just get one off the rack in the bathroom,” Annie directs.

As Sandy quickly climbs off the bed and scurries naked out of Annie’s room and across the hall to the bathroom, Annie leans over and reopens the drawer of her night stand, retrieving a small bottle of baby oil.

Annie sits up and opens the top of the bottle, pours some onto the palm of her left hand, then sets the bottle down on her night stand.  As Sandy returns with a towel, she watches Annie pick up the brush and rub the handle in her left palm, fully coating it with baby oil.

“You need to spread that on the bed,” Annie says to Sandy, sliding over to the edge of the bed.

Sandy lays out the bath towel in the center of Annie’s bed, then resumes a sitting position at the end of the bed.

Annie crawls back into position, with her legs spread wide for Sandy to see.

Without looking at Sandy, and without assistance from her own hands, Annie moves her legs way back toward her head.  Sandy is struck at the extreme flexibility of the tiny girl, as well as the amazing view it affords.  In this position, Annie’s pussy slot has opened slightly, to the point where it’s no longer just a crack, but her thin pink inner lips are exposed, to say nothing of the wide open view of Annie’s puckered anus.

Annie proceeds to wipe the excess baby oil from her left hand onto the concave surfaces leading to her sphincter.  Annie switches the brush to her left and lines up the tip against her anus.

She looks at Sandy, who gives her an encouraging smile.

Annie pushes.

Sandy notices a grimace on Annie’s face.

For Annie, it always hurts a little at the beginning, but then feels amazing.

Annie pushes harder and the brush handle penetrates.

Annie grunts.

Sandy watches as Annie lets the length of the handle slowly disappear into her ass.  Annie does not need to use any force, as the taper of the handle makes it go in gently by itself.

Then the handle seemingly locks itself into place at its base, which is narrowest, being held in place by Annie’s powerful sphincter muscle.

“Mmm,” Annie moans quietly in pleasure.

Annie removes her left hand from the brush and uses her index and middle fingers to spread her pussy open again.  This is quickly followed by Annie using her right middle finger to rub slowly up and down her open pussy slot, spreading and gathering wetness.

This action proceeds for a minute or so, as Annie gives quiet moans of pleasure and tries to avoid looking at Sandy, her gaze and focus concentrating on pleasuring her own body.

Annie moves up to her clit, circling it gently with the tip of her saturated middle finger.

“Uh,” Annie blurts in pleasure.

This continues for a number of minutes, Sandy fascinated the whole time, especially with Annie still keeping her own legs back, with her feet near the sides of her head, a hair brush sticking out of Annie’s ass and pointing toward Sandy.

Annie moves her left hand away from her pussy and back down to the brush, at the same time increasing the tempo of her fingering on her clit.

As Annie pulls at the brush with her left hand, the handle slowly moves outward an inch or two, widening her orifice, which resists her pull, and creates tension that Annie finds exhilarating.

Sandy also notices that Annie’s fast circles on her clitoris with her right middle finger are changing every few moments from clockwise to counter-clockwise, and then back again.

Annie’s breathing rate increases, as does the frequency and volume of her quiet moaning.

Annie repeatedly lets the brush handle bottom out in her ass, only to tug on it again.

Sandy decides to help, after watching a few minutes of this intense and sexy sight.

“Let me do that,” Sandy offers, remembering that she had Annie control the brush when the handle was inside of her.

Annie sees Sandy reach out and lets her friend take over at her back door.  Annie moves her left hand up to the bottom of her left thigh, helping to keep her stable and in position.

Sandy works the brush just as Annie had been doing.  Sandy is tempted to move her face into Annie’s crotch and lick the girl’s pussy and clit, but doesn’t want to risk having the adventure end poorly. 

For her part, Annie is nervous about having an orgasm and being embarrassed by squirting.  But having another person work the brush in her ass is overwhelming.  A climax is building fast.

“Let go of it,” Annie pleads breathlessly.

“Take it out?” Sandy blurts back.

“No let it go back in,” Annie directs, desperate to achieve orgasm.

Sandy lets go of the brush. The handle immediately proceeds to be fully sucked back into Annie’s ass, locking into place. 

Annie throws her head back and goes into a full and powerful climax.

Her lower body twitches and pulses, and Sandy watches in fascination as liquid is shot out of Annie in spurts, kind of like a boy, but the liquid is thinner and quickly absorbed by the towel.  Annie’s body squirts the fluid about a foot, which is well short of Sandy’s knees, so Sandy doesn’t feel a need to move.  There are about four separate spurts, but many more contractions, and they are quite visible to Sandy.  Sandy estimates about a dozen, which seems about twice as many as she herself has experienced.

Finally, Annie lets her feet and legs go back onto the bed, on either side of Sandy.  The brush handle is still fully embedded in her ass.  Annie moves her hands to her face, stares at the ceiling, and takes a deep breath.

“That was so hot,” Sandy declares.

Annie can immediately sense the sincerity of the statement, which reassures the tiny girl, who takes another deep breath.

Annie and Sandy look at each other again.  Both girls laugh.

“I need to clean up,” Annie declares.

Sandy nods.

Annie pulls her legs back far again.

“You want me to take it out?” Sandy asks before Annie can reach for the brush.

“Okay,” Annie agrees, as she holds both her legs back and wide.

Sandy pulls at the brush, and watches the handle slowly reappear.  She is somewhat surprised at the force required to pull it out when it gets near the end.

“Just pull it,” Annie instructs.

Sandy does, and the brush handle pops out, with Annie’s sphincter closing up tight almost immediately.

“I need to wash that,” Annie declares, as she sits up.  “I need to take a shower too.”

Annie gathers the brush and towel and heads out of her room and to the bathroom, as Sandy smiles and gets dressed.

The girls spend the rest of the morning and early afternoon talking about school, girl scouts, and other things, but occasionally returning to the topic of sex.

At one point late in the afternoon, Annie asks whether Sandy had ever done any ‘sex thing’ with a boy. 

Sandy takes a deep breath, and admits she has.

Annie presses for more information.

Sandy is nervous about confessing what she had done the day before with Cory and Sam, especially since she wasn’t exactly sure how Annie might react to her messing with Cory.

“If I tell you, you have to promise to not be mad,” Sandy insists.

“Why would I be mad?” Annie inquires.

“Because it was yesterday,” Sandy confesses.

It only tokes a couple seconds for Annie to catch on.

“You mean when you were with Cory?” Annie asks.

“Yeah, and Sam,” Sandy confirms.

“What did you do?” Annie insists.

“You won’t be mad?” Sandy asks again.

“No, it’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” Annie declares.

This reassures Sandy.

Over the course of the next thirty minutes, Sandy proceeds to describe, in sequence, what had happened at Cory’s house the prior day, often being interrupted by further questions from a fascinated Annie, who wants more details, ranging from the size of boy penises, to the taste of semen, to what it felt like to have a boy lick her pussy, and more.  Sandy answers honestly, and as best she can.

But it’s getting close to the time for Annie’s mom to arrive home, so the girls need to wrap up talk of sex and boys quickly.

After the girls discuss what they might want to do, at Annie’s urging Sandy calls over to Cory’s house.  Luckily, Cory is home and answers.  With Annie covertly listening in, Sandy asks if the two girls could come over later that week.

“We’ve got practice tomorrow, but maybe on Thursday,” Cory offers.

“That would be good,” Sandy confirms.  “Can Sam come over too?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Cory says.  “What do you want to do?”

“Maybe a little of what we did the other day?” Sandy responds.

Cory gasps quietly.

“Does Annie know?” Cory asks in a whisper, even though he was alone in his house and doesn’t know that Annie is listening in.

“Yeah,” Sandy says.  “But she doesn’t want to do all of that.  Maybe some of it.  Maybe not.”

“Wow!” Cory exclaims.

Annie almost giggles, but Sandy gives her a stern look.

“I thought you weren’t going to tell anyone,” Cory says.

“Well, not Annie,” Sandy explains.  “We tell each other everything.”

There is a pause as Sandy covers the receiver with her hand and the girls smile.

“You didn’t even want me to tell Annie?” Sandy goads.  “Then she wouldn’t want to come over.”

Cory ponders.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he admits.

Plans are made for Thursday at Cory’s.

The girls then tentatively plan out the events, with Annie agreeing in advance to only doing certain things.

Sandy gets her grandmother’s permission to stay at Annie’s for dinner, and then leaves, after confirming what time she should be back at Annie’s on Thursday morning.

Copyright 2017 by kid charlemagne.

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