The Door in the Closet
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Chapter Three
"Are you wearing a bra?" I asked Jimmy, just because I hadn't gotten a decent look at his ass at all.
"No!" He stared at me and I recoiled from his eyes because he seemed so serious about it.
"Okay," I said with a shrug, figuring maybe he was one of those liberated bra-burning guys. "Me neither."
I laughed so he'd know I wasn't making a big deal out of it. Like making fun of myself, since I knew Jimmy had seen my ass and despite what he'd said, probably wasn't too impressed. The strange thing was that he acted like he'd never seen a naked girl before in his life, or a mostly naked one anyway. I blamed the door in the closet for that though. Everything seemed kind of weird.
"I can tell," he told me with a grin and I frowned, but I probably deserved that. "I mean, yeah…your nipples are kinda…right there."
"My what?" I tossed my shorts on Jimmy's wooden nightstand and looked down at my slit, wondering if I shouldn't get some of that bubblegum flavored pussy dust.
"Your nipples," the boy repeated and his eyes were fixed on my tits, but I wasn't sure what they had to do with anything.
"Yeah, so?" I smiled the way people do when they're waiting for the punch line to a joke.
"I don't know," he said, squirming because his dick had grown hard and I looked at his crotch, but I still couldn't see anything. Those baggy pants were a serious tease.
"You're pretty weird," I said with another giggle. "Are you gonna take off your pants, or what?"
"Take off my pants?" Jimmy asked, watching my fingernail flicking my pink clitoris. She'd popped out of her hood quickly and I enjoyed the buzz.
I wasn't sure why I'd gotten so hot to make out with the guy. He was totally cute, like I keep saying, but he wasn't exactly Mr. Personality, you know? Most of the guys I knew would be all over me by now, but he just sat there like a complete virgin or something.
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" I asked, and I hate to admit it, but I had to smile and my eyes were all kinds of big and teasing right then. It seemed pretty obvious that he hadn't.
"Well…Yeah." He nodded quickly. "I have a girlfriend and everything."
"You liar." I rolled my hazel eyes and grabbed my hair in my left fist. "You got a rubber band or anything? My hair's gonna totally get in the way when we make out."
"I'm not lying," he told me, getting off his bed. "I've made out before. I just never met a girl like you, that's all."
"Like me?" I scrunched up my nose. "What's wrong with me?"
"Uh…Nothing," Jimmy said. "Just, I never knew a girl who got naked like ten minutes after she met a guy."
"Oh!" I widened my eyes and stuck out the tip of my tongue, which was kind of nasty, but we were alone anyway. "I don't make out with everybody," I said. "I'm in a weird mood or something, that's all. Why? You want me to leave?"
"What? No!" He shook his head quickly at that idea and found me a rubber band finally. "I really like you, Jilly. I didn't mean anything bad or whatever."
"Cool." I grinned and started fixing my hair in a ponytail. "So take off your pants and we'll make out for awhile."
"Why do I have to take off my pants if we're gonna kiss?" Jimmy asked me, but he'd already started undoing his belt.
"Huh?" I giggled because I knew he had to be teasing me.
"This is like a dream or something," the boy said and I had to agree with that. "If my mom comes up here, we're gonna be so dead."
"She'll kill us?" I blinked at that.
"What? No! It's just an expression," Jimmy told me. He moved both a little quicker and somewhat slower, like he couldn't make up his mind. "Forget it."
"Why are you wearing girl shorts under your pants?" I wondered, happy to learn his mom wasn't really a killer at all. I didn't know why anyone would ever say that, even jokingly, but this place seemed so weird anyway.
"What? These? They're not girl shorts, these are briefs," he explained, pulling his pants inside out off his feet. "You guys don't wear any underwear?"
"Uh…" I shrugged. "Not like those."
I could definitely see a lump in his underwear, but they were the strangest looking shorts I'd ever seen! Like girl shorts, seriously, except they were white and ugly and too thick. I didn't know what kind of animal that stuff came from either, probably a big lab rat or something.
"You have a pretty nice cock," I said, forgetting about everything else as Jimmy pulled his underwear down.
"Oh, um…Thanks." He smiled and looked almost shy now that he was naked except for his t-shirt.
"Is that as big as it gets?" I asked and his cock stood straight out from his body, so I figured it probably was. Once he had a ring on though, it would get a lot fatter probably and I really started to wonder about his girlfriend.
"I guess so," Jimmy said, narrowing his eyes. "Why? It isn't big enough?"
"No. It's really great," I assured him with a smile. "Nice balls too. I like hairy guys."
"You do? Okay." He stood there and put his hands in front of him, then decided to put them behind his back. A second later Jimmy put them on his hips and I giggled.
"Come on." I jerked my head and patted the mattress next to me. "Show me how you make out with your girlfriend."
"Yeah, alright…" he agreed, getting on the bed and crawling up beside me. He moved real close, putting his face next to mine and I felt his hand touching my hip.
"What are you doing?" I wondered, giggling nervously because I thought maybe Jimmy wanted to skip all the fun stuff and just fuck me. He acted like it and I could feel his cock touching my thigh and I didn't know this guy at all. Not well enough to make a baby for sure and we were totally unprotected.
"Making out?" Jimmy laughed too and reached for my head, touching my hair where I'd pulled it back from my temple. He wasn't going to make out with me, I realized; the boy was going to kiss me on the mouth!
"Stop…Don't, okay? I don't want to," I told him and I felt his lips touching mine, which made me jerk away fast!
"What?" He looked at me like I was crazy. "You said you wanted to!"
"I want to make out, yeah," I breathed, leaning away from him. "But kissing and, um…you know, fucking? I don't even know you!"
"But…" He blinked at me.
"Just make out first, okay?" I told him. "Please?"
"I'm trying to," Jimmy said, reaching for my face again and I shook my head with a frown. "What?"
"Don't kiss me there!" I told him.
"But how are we gonna make out if I don't kiss you?" he asked reasonably, except there wasn't anything reasonable about it.
"What do you mean?" I stared back at him and I knew he was the crazy one, not me.
"Nothing," he sighed, moving away from me and crossing his arms over his chest. "Just go back to your room or something."
"Jimmy," I sighed too and he'd really gotten mad, I thought. "I'm just not like that, okay? I'll let you fuck me, but not right away. I just want to know you first. Come on…Like tomorrow we can do it. I don't even have a pill or a ring or anything."
"A ring? Whatever. We don't have to do it." Jimmy looked at me. "I just want to kiss you, that's all. Make out and everything like you said."
"We can make out!" I said, laughing because this seemed so stupid. I didn't even know what we were arguing about.
"But…"
"That's what I'm saying. I want to make out with you all night, but kissing and all that? If you're serious, I'll get a ring for you tomorrow and swipe one of my mom's pills, okay? And we can do it like ten times."
"A ring? You need a pill to kiss me?" Jimmy laughed with me and his hazel eyes had softened somewhat.
"A birth control pill, yeah," I told him. "Come on, let's make out. You're dick's not even hard anymore."
"Oh." He looked down. "If we don't kiss though…How do we make out?"
"What?" I grabbed him by the shoulders. "The same way everybody does, silly. Turn around…more…more…all the way!"
"Ummm…"
"You better let me get on top," I told him and I knew Jimmy had been lying about making out with his girlfriend. He had no idea what we were doing.
"What are you doing?" he wondered, now that I had him flat on his back.
"Didn't you ever have sex education or anything?" I asked him, putting my body over his and straddling his face with my thighs.
"Yeah. No. Not like…this," he said, trying to make up his mind as I wriggled my small butt. I felt his humid breath on my pussy and I got those nice goosebumps that tell me it's going to be good.
"Well, now you're gonna get some," I sighed, taking his cock in my hand and we really were just the perfect size for each other. He wasn't too tall or short, but exactly the same as me, so far as I could tell.
My pussy hovered directly over Jimmy's mouth and his cock pointed right at my lips. I kissed it gently, squeezing the shaft with my hands and coaxing the boy back to what I hoped would be a raging hard-on. I wanted to make out with him for like hours and I'll admit that making out was sort of my thing. I don't know why, I just really loved to do it, but you could pretty much say that about any teenage girl probably.
"Ohhmmph!" Jimmy sort of half-moaned, half-gasped as I took the head of his semi-erect penis between my lips.
I washed his cockhead all over with my tongue, feeling him growing thicker and longer for me. He wasn't really huge or anything, but it was still a nice cock and I'd be able to get all of him inside me easily. I worked my lips up and down slowly, feeling my mouth already starting to fill with precum and spit. I just let it run out of my mouth and down the shaft, working his cock with my fists until I'd gotten him all wet and shiny.
Jimmy didn't know what to do with my pussy, but he was learning and I felt a tiny tremor in my tummy when his tongue split my pussy lips for the first time. The boy found me already wet inside and he got a mouthful of flavor, I'm sure. He liked it though, all guys do, and his arms wrapped around my slender waist while he went to work exploring my pussy with his mouth. It felt good for me, even if he was sort of not very good at making out. Knowing that he'd never kissed a girl before gave me a serious little rush. I didn't know Jimmy's girlfriend, obviously, but I figured she must have been pretty dumb if she hadn't even taught her boyfriend how to tongue fuck her vagina!
When I opened my throat and took all of his cock for the first time, Jimmy went a little crazy and that's always funny. I'd really been working his dick sweetly and he'd never taken a girl's cunt before, so that made it all cool. My pussy tingled as the soft muscles in my throat contracted around his cock, my cunt grabbing his penis and milking the swollen shaft with a soft swallowing sensation.
I'm excellent at kissing, I knew that, so probably it was both good and bad that the first girl Jimmy ever made out with was me. Good because he got to experience some serious deep cunt kissing right from the start, but bad because most high school girls didn't really know how to do it. They were too nervous or scared maybe, and until they were older, like in college or whatever, girls tended to just lick and kiss a lot. I bet Jimmy's girlfriend didn't have a clue how to fuck a cock with her throat! He'd be so disappointed with other girls, I figured, but that only made me want to spoil him even more.
I started playing with his balls while I made out with his cock. Jimmy had nice ones too and his hair was so awesome! He had soft, fuzzy pubic hair, not a lot of it, but I loved the way it felt under my fingers. Most guys I knew didn't have any hair at all, but only because that's the style nowadays. I didn't have any hair, of course, but girls never got any pubic hair anyway, at least not until menopause usually.
Jimmy's balls. Yeah, they were pretty great and after I cunted him a few times with my throat, I just had to suck his balls too. I took his soft scrotum in my mouth, washing and rolling is sperm filled testicles with my tongue. I could get both of them inside, although it was kind of a tight fit. Jimmy didn't mind though and he squirmed happily while I kept pumping his rigid cock with both of my slippery hands.
He was going to cum pretty soon and I wished he'd been fitted with a ring. I didn't really understand this place at all, but maybe Jimmy had been lying about having a girlfriend too. When I started going out with Mahk? The first thing I did was put a ring around his cock so he couldn't cum all the time. It told all the other girls that he had a girlfriend too and they'd better not fool around! Getting a ring was kind of a big deal in high school. It's like an engagement ring, sort of, and it means you're serious about each other. Not like a wedding ring; it didn't mean we were married or anything, but still…I wasn't gonna feel bad about draining Jimmy's balls if his girlfriend didn't even care enough to claim the boy, you know?
"Nmphh! Umph!" Sure enough, not even five minutes after we started making out, Jimmy started cumming. That seemed pretty disappointing to me, but understandable as well, and I couldn't really blame him for it.
He had a lot of sperm too! I had Jimmy's cock in my mouth, because it wasn't like I wanted to waste any of it! My left hand cradled his swollen balls as they seemed to jump with the effort of expelling their creamy load, and my right hand jerked the boy off in time with his rapid spurts. Hot boy cum flooded across my tongue as I wriggled it beneath the glans, and I had to swallow fast and hard to keep up. It was kind of impressive considering Jimmy hadn't even been ringed at all. I tried to imagine how much cum he'd give me after a month or two without having an orgasm.
I wasn't even close to cumming, but I felt good anyway. My clit buzzed nicely and my hole had gotten all kinds of juicy. I get really wet and poor Jimmy tried to swallow as much as he could, but the boy was going to end up wearing most of my girly goo. I wasn't making it easy on him either, since he wasn't really grabbing my ass or anything. Mahk always liked to take control, and having my butt squeezed hard, being pulled and held where my boyfriend wants me to be, always turned me on. I liked to fight it or something, I guess. Jimmy didn't know how to do that though, so he ended up with my hot juice all over his handsome face.
A guy really does have to assert himself sometimes, you know? Jimmy let me ride his face like a bicycle seat, a saying I'd heard and never really understood before, but I did now. While I filled my tummy with Jimmy's bitter-sweet semen, I kept grinding my pussy on his tongue like there was no tomorrow. I just really wanted to feel him deeper and I guess his tongue wasn't very long or something, not very strong that's for sure. He began to tire quickly, I thought, and that sucked. Mahk and me could make out for hours without getting tired of it, and we often did, but Jimmy wasn't experienced at all. In some ways he seemed more like a little kid licking out his babysitter for the first time, than a sixteen year old high school boy.
After I made him cum again, which only took all of ten minutes probably, Jimmy let me know he needed a break. Actually, he sort of pushed me off him and I just giggled, smacking my cummy lips and moving reluctantly. He looked like a drowned monkey, although a cute one, I must admit. Jimmy's face had turned hot pink and glistened with my juices. I mean, he'd gotten soaked and my lipstick was smeared all around his mouth, which looked amazingly sexy, I thought.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, turning around and laying on my side facing him. I wasn't even breathing hard and fifteen or twenty minutes of making out was barely enough to get my motor started.
"I couldn't…breathe," he panted. "My tongue…hurts…kind of."
"It does?" I pouted and then ruined it with a laugh. "You never made out before, did you?"
"Not like that," he admitted with a slow exhale and then he laughed too, grinning at me happily. "That was kinda intense."
"Did you like it when I cunted your cock?" I asked him, licking my lips and sucking at the remains of his orgasm.
"Uh…I don't know," he replied, giggling like a little girl. "What's that mean?"
"When I fucked you with my throat," I said. "That's cunting. You've heard of that, right?"
"No, we don't, uh…call it that here."
"What do you call it?" I wondered and he just shrugged.
"I dunno," he said with another smile. "But if I called some girl's mouth a, um…cunt…she'd be pretty mad, I know that much."
"Really?" I grinned back at him. "That's what it is though. I love getting my cunt fucked like that."
"So what about your pussy," Jimmy asked. "What do you call that?"
"That's a cunt too," I shrugged. "Girls have three, boys only have two."
"Boys have cunts?" He blinked at me.
"Well, yeah," I shrugged. "But, you know, it sorta depends on the boy if he uses them or not."
"Right." Jimmy looked a little uncertain.
"You like it?" I asked him.
"Like what?"
"Getting fucked," I said, trying not to be annoyed because it felt like I was talking to a little kid. "I mean in your mouth or in your butt? What do you like?"
"Uh, I just like girls," he told me seriously.
"That's cool." I smiled because he seemed worried that it would make me mad for some reason. "Mahk had a boyfriend before. I hated that guy too. He was sorta stalking us when they broke up, calling and writing these stupid notes and…you know."
"Oh." Jimmy nodded.
"It's probably better for guys like you," I told him. "Just letting your girlfriend fuck you all the time."
"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "That, mouth cunt fucking thing…"
"Cunting?" I smiled at him.
"Yeah, that was pretty cool," he said, changing the subject in a slightly obvious way. "I liked it a lot."
"When you were cumming?" I asked with a knowing grin. "Yeah, you had a lot of cum too. It's pretty yummy."
"You swallowed it?" He stared at me and I just shrugged.
"Well, yeah. What else would I do with it?"
"I don't know." He shook his head and I reached out to touch his hair, auburn and thick just like mine. I pulled it out of his eyes and I sort of smiled because his eyes, they were just like mine too. I mean, exactly like mine, so far as I could tell.
"What?"
"You look like me," I said and I'd probably noticed before, but not like I was thinking about it. Not until right then and it just suddenly clicked.
"Yeah," he smiled up at me. "You look like me too. If I was a girl."
"When's your birthday?"
"Um, August 27th. When's yours?"
"August?" I didn't know what that meant. "Mine's the fifth of Virgo."
"Uh…Okay," Jimmy said, nodding and smiling. "I'm a Virgo too."
"But is that the same day?" I wondered and I had a funny feeling it was, but don't ask me why.
"I don't know." He bit his bottom lip and then we both realized that I'd been biting mine too and we stared at each other and stopped.
"Are you like…my twin brother?" I asked him and I felt kind of weird all over. I quivered with nervous energy because the idea of making out with my brother seemed really…weird.
"I don't have any brothers or sisters," he told me.
"Me neither," I agreed, "But…"
"And I don't think, um…"
"What?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "But I don't think you're my sister."
"I know." I swallowed thickly. "This place is weird and I haven't even been outside your bedroom yet."
"Yeah," he told me and we were both working towards the answer, the obvious one that scared us.
"It's the same, but different. The stuff you talk about and the names and…"
"Us," Jimmy said. "We're the same…"
"But different too." I nodded. "This is like another universe or something. You think?"
"Another dimension?" he wondered and we both looked at the open door of the closet and we could see my bedroom on the other side.
"But that means…" I blinked at him. "I was making out with myself!"
"Me too," Jimmy said and we stared at each other and then he smiled and I giggled and he started laughing.
"Oh! This is so weird!" I sighed and just dropped my head onto the bed, smelling my pussy in the big stain beneath us.
"So, I'm a girl where you come from," Jimmy said. "And you're a boy over here and…"
"Jimmy?" a woman's voice interrupted him and we froze, our eyes wide and hearts stopped. "Do you have any dirty clothes? It's Wednesday night…"
Her footsteps were getting closer and I'd already bounced my butt off the bed even as Jimmy began pushing me. I ran for the closet as we heard his mother turning the doorknob and I practically jumped into my bedroom, flinging the door shut behind me with a loud whump!
"The Hades was that?" my dad yelled through the wall between our bedrooms.
"Sorry!" I yelled back and then frowned, looking at my closet door and realizing I'd left my shorts in Jimmy's room.
"Can't get any sleep…" blah blah blah… He coughed for awhile and then everything grew quiet again.
My dad was still drunk anyway, I could tell from his slurred voice, and I just hoped he'd forget about me. I double checked my bedroom door and found it still locked. I wondered if Jimmy's dad was as bad as mine. I hoped not, but the boy hadn't mentioned his father at all, so probably…Who knows? I didn't talk about my dad a whole lot either, or my mom, for that matter. It wasn't like I felt proud of them or anything.
Mom had gone for the night, maybe. After Dad fucked her and passed out, she usually took off until morning. I didn't know where she went and I didn't care, but I figured she had a steady boyfriend someplace, but maybe not. I would if I'd been married to my dad and the biggest mistake Mom ever made was taking off his rings, or at least not putting them back on him after he knocked her up with me. Blame it on love, I guess, but not anymore. Now my mom only put up with it because we needed the money, whatever might be left after paying Dad's bar tab, that is.
I didn't pretend to understand any of it, but I still had to live with it. I kept looking at that closet door and wishing I lived on the other side.