Girl Fag 07
I'll be honest and tell you that I actually thought for a long, hard moment about what my brothers Scott and Steve had tried to tell me earlier. That I should start looking like a girl and maybe even acting like one. I mean this was my chance, sort of. I was going to a party just so I could see Brian Hades, a boy I kinda liked, sorta. I didn't have any girl clothes though, even if I did want to change, and it felt like a betrayal anyway. Everybody always said "Be true to yourself" and then they were saying "Be what people expect" and now…Well, I guess I was just mad at the world, you know?
So I changed quickly, wearing old jeans with holes in the knees, my old heavy work boots, and a dungaree shirt that had belonged to at least three of my brothers before me and looked it. I pulled my Mariners cap backwards over my head and didn't bother with so much as a glance in the mirror. I was who I was and it was gonna be up to Brian to like me or not. I was almost out the door when I had a wicked thought.
I knew I was a boy on the inside and Brian was expecting a girl on the outside. Everyday that week he'd been feeling me up every chance he got during football practice, grabbing my ass, rubbing my little boobs. He'd even tried to feel my pussy, but that nut cup was good for something after all. I didn't want anyone rubbing me down there, not even Brian. I wished my cup wasn't locked up in the school locker room. How cool would it be, I wondered, to walk around a party with a big ol' bulge in my jeans? And when Brian tried to feel me up, heh! Wouldn't he be surprised? Or maybe he'd think I was retarded. How many guys wear nut cups when they didn't have to? Those things sorta chafed, you know?
All that took about five seconds to flash through my little brain, but it paved the way for what I figured was a much better idea. If I had a dick…I grabbed my backpack and dug down to the bottom, finding my brand new, hardly been used, strap-on dildo. It was big and sorta hard, but flexible too. It would bulge real nicely and if someone like Brian tried to get to third base with me, then by gosh he'd really be in for a shock! The thought of Brian kissing me and reaching down to rub my pussy and finding nine inches of hard cock was enough to make my tummy do flip-flops. I had no idea what would happen after that; I didn't want to think about it.
I dropped my jeans and my boxers and put on the dildo, finding it a hundred times more comfortable than that nut cup could ever hope to be. I stroked it a little, like I'd seen my friends doing when they jerked off, and felt my nipples hardening almost painfully. My pussy too was getting a little squishy; especially when the base of the thing rubbed against my little clit, so I figured I best not be jerking off too much. I could have probably just laid down on my bed and had a pretty good time with Brian all by myself! I'd save that for a later though.
Once I'd more or less pointed my new dick down, through the leg opening of my boxers, and pulled up my jeans, I felt pretty good about it. I could see the outline of the thing extending a good 6 inches at least along the inside of my left thigh. It looked awesome, I thought, and I walked around the room slowly, kinda pushing and pulling at it until I got it exactly where I wanted it. If someone were looking they'd see what looked like a pretty good sized cock just waiting for release; if a person wasn't particularly interested, well it just looked like my jeans were riding a little funny. I figured most people would know me anyways and not be looking for anything out of the ordinary.
It was getting later and later though and I still had to sneak out without getting caught. The good thing was my Daddy expected me to be at Matt's house, so I had the whole night to myself…Depending on how Mark and David reacted to me being there. That was a big unknown. Anyway, sneaking out wasn't much of a big deal and I grabbed Henry's bike, since mine was still at Matt's house, and rode the half-mile or so into town quickly.
The party was a Josh Hoskins' house. He was 18 and lived with his grandmother. I didn't know where she was, but I guess she wasn't home cause she'd never let Josh have a party if she was, that was for sure. She was like 80 years old and spent most of her time going to church and complaining about her back. She couldn't remember none to well either, maybe cause she had a lot of years in her head, so she always called me Scottie, thinking I was my older brother before he grew up. I'd corrected her once or twice, but that had been a mistake because Old Lady Hoskins had some very strong opinions on how a young lady should dress and grow her hair. Mostly I just smiled when she called me Scottie.
Josh worked at a paper mill, just a little one that turned out paper towels and toilet paper mostly. He drove an old Ford F150 that I'd spent about a hundred hours fixing all told. He couldn't ever pay much and my brothers didn't like him enough to do much more than pop the hood and tell him what was wrong. I liked him okay though, he was just a guy. Mostly unhappy and wanting to go someplace and do something, but he just didn't know what or how or where. We all know people like that.
"Hey dude! Welcome to the party!" Besides, Josh treated me like a guy. He handed me a beer as soon as I'd dumped Henry's bike on the lawn. It was a cool September night and all the beer and quite a few people were sitting outside on the big front porch.
"Hey man, nice wheels!" Wade Stiles grinned at me. He was 16 and another kid from school I was cool with. We'd partnered up in shop to build a go-cart one semester and then a gun cabinet the next. His dad was a carpenter so Wade was pretty good with a saw and hammer, but he didn't know crap about machines. Now Wade had a decent cart and my Daddy had a nice rack for his hunting rifles.
"Hey, somebody was lookin' for ya, dude," The Boz held up his meaty hand for a high five. He was big, like 300 pounds, and a senior. His real name was Chris Bozio, but everyone just called him The Boz cause he was the coolest guy in school. He just had one of those personalities, you know? Most people think charisma and looks are the same thing, like you can't have one without the other, but those people never met The Boz, all shaggy and fat and smiling and giving off waves of positive energy.
And there were a half-dozen more, all saying hi and asking me how I was doin' and if I could come by to look at their car, or tractor, or motorcycle. These were all good guys, just hanging outside mostly cause they didn't have a girlfriend, or maybe their girlfriend was working, or probably they just needed a break. All the girls were inside and I looked through the window as I drank my beer and talked to my buds.
The music was going pretty loud, but not bad. Mostly you could do what you wanted until about midnight, then it had to be turned down some. I saw David and Mark were in there, sitting around on the floor with Jane and Sherry and a couple other high school couples. I saw Brian too, leaning in the doorway leading to Josh's kitchen, drinking a beer and smiling at Jackie Vale. She had long red hair, but really kinky like a big afro or something. She was tall too and like 16 or maybe even 17, which was way too old for Brian Hades, I thought. I felt something inside, jealousy maybe? It was something new and I didn't much like it, whatever it was.
I watched them talking and laughing and Brian even reached out to touch her, pretending like he wanted to look at some charm hanging from a gold chain around Jackie's skinny neck.
"Yeah, that's the guy," The Boz was saying. "Probably wants you to fix his moped or something," he laughed and it made me smile.
"Put some training wheels on his new bike, maybe," I laughed too.
"Who you talkin' about?" Wade handed me another beer, even though my first was only half finished. "Drink up, man!"
"That guy over there," The Boz gestured with his beer.
"Brian Hades," I said. "He's on the football team with me."
"He's gonna get his ass kicked if Mikey sees him," Wade shrugged.
"Mikey Thurmond?" I rubbed my cap back and forth over my head. Thurmond was the varsity quarterback and everybody figured he'd get a scholarship to play football at U-Dub or someplace. He was really good.
"Yeah, that's his girlfriend there," Wade nodded.
"She's hot though," The Boz almost laughed. "It'd be worth an ass kicking to bone her."
"Yeah," Wade agreed and they both took a big gulp of their beers. I did the same, although I didn't think Jackie Vale was all that much.
"You gotta girlfriend yet?" Josh asked me and I hadn't even realized he'd been standing behind us.
"Me?" I stared at him. "No!" I answered, making it sound like the dumbest question in the world. "Do you?" and that got Wade and The Boz laughing.
I figured Josh would get it, that I wasn't a lesbian or anything like that, but like I said before, most of the guys I hung out with figured I was. Some guys, like Josh, maybe really did forget that I was a girl underneath the clothes and manners I wore. I actually kinda liked that about him.
We drank more beer and talked and watched the people inside for a while longer. I'd more or less changed my mind about Brian, but that was getting to be normal in our seeming love-hate relationship. That's probably a little over dramatic, but hey – it was my first crush, you know? And it was confusing the hell out of me! Part of me wanted to go in there and slap his face, for no other reason than he seemed to have forgotten to even be looking for me. Another part of me wanted to ignore him altogether; face the fact that he wasn't my boyfriend and he didn't owe me a damned thing. That part was winning, but it was spoiling my mood.
"I gotta go water the garden," The Boz turned away and walked to the end of the porch, intending to just piss over the railing, I guess.
"Hey don't piss on the rose bushes!" Josh yelled at him and that seemed funny to me.
Too funny and I realized the two beers I'd downed quickly had gone right to my head. I wasn't a lightweight like John, but being just a 14 year old kid had certain drawbacks, you know? I needed to use the bathroom too; peeing over the railing just wasn't going to work for me though; another fact of life I hated.
"Where's your bathroom, Josh?" I asked him and he gave me a funny look, maybe because I'd been to his house before. I'd never used the bathroom though.
"Oh, uh…C'mon, I'll show ya," he pulled the screen door open, holding it for me and wondered if it wasn't some attempt to treat me like a girl suddenly. I felt a little bit of resentment, but shoved it back down. He didn't mean nothin' by it, I told myself. I was getting real sick of being so sensitive all the time.
It was louder inside and there were more people than I'd figured there was. Some guy was playing DJ with Josh's stereo, switching CDs after one or two songs. Other people, 4 or 5 guys I knew only vaguely at best, were playing quarters on the coffee table. About a dozen people, couples, were sitting around in what used to be the front parlor or something. The lights were softer, but I could see David and Mark, still close to the Hudson girls and obviously pretty relaxed. Other people, guys and girls, just seemed to be hanging out, talking and laughing and drinking happily away. It was a normal party, although most of the people were a lot older than I was. Seniors mostly, I figured, and so except for the few I'd done work for, I didn't know them by much more than sight really.
Neither did Brian, I was sure, since he wasn't much older than I was and didn't even have the benefit of having 6 older brothers. So far as I knew he was an only child, like his folks had spent every reproductive dime they had to build the ultimate kid. He was big and healthy and handsome and if he woulda noticed me instead of that Jackie Vale's big tits, he would have been perfect. Instead I just turned my cap around, so the bill was over my eyes, and followed Josh right past Brian, into the hallway and towards the bathroom. I was just another guy at a party; doubtless Brian was waiting for something else.
Luckily the bathroom was empty and I slipped inside leaving Josh standing in the hallway. I wasn't sure what he was up to, really. He coulda just told me where it was and I hoped he wouldn't be waiting for me when I was done. It just seemed…Weird.
I had to take off my strap-on, which was seeming like a really stupid idea anyway. I sat on the toilet, like the girl I was, holding my fake dick and frowning at it. I probably wouldn't have put it back on if I'd had any other choice, but it wasn't like I could stuff nine inches of molded rubber and plastic into my back pocket! I had to wear it now, and besides – it wasn't my dick's fault that I was so dumb. I strapped it back on and tucked it away and washed the taste of beer out of my mouth in the sink. I didn't really mind the taste of beer, and sometimes it was pretty good, but mostly I didn't like it nearly as much as I said I did. I don't think anyone does, honestly.
"Hi," there was a girl standing outside the door when I opened it.
"Hi," I nodded and moved so she could get in the bathroom, figuring she must have been waiting to use it.
"I brought you this," she handed me a peach wine cooler and I took it out of reflex before I even realized it.
"Uh, thanks," I looked around and we were alone except for a few people hovering there by the entry to the living room.
"You're Ann, right?" She had a cooler of her own, but neither of us were drinking. I nodded and she smiled, "I'm Sandy Jordan. I go to school in Pullman."
"I, uh, go to school here," I felt a little sheepish and wasn't exactly sure what I was supposed to be saying. I thought maybe I'd seen her before, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't usually pay a whole lot of attention to girls anyway.
Sandy laughed a little, looking at me and nodding. Or looking down at me, I should say. She was taller than me by a good six inches, not that I was very tall anyway, but I figured she must be at least 19 or 20, especially if she was going to college. Maybe she wanted to hook up with one of my brothers; it wouldn't be the first time some girl had tried to get me to play matchmaker for her. I felt a little relieved, thinking I'd figured her out.
"You wanna talk a little?" she was asking me and I shrugged, figuring I might as well get it over with. "Cool. Let's go in here," she smiled and opened a door across the hall, walking in like she owned the place.
It must have been a spare bedroom, cause it didn't look really lived in, you know? It had all the furnishings, but none of the personal stuff a real person would have collected if they slept there every day. The only thing out of the ordinary was a Cougar backpack on the floor with some clothes half-folded over it and a purse on top of that. The only furniture was a made up twin sized bed and a couple nightstands with old fashioned Tiffany lamps glowing warmly.
I followed her in and Sandy closed the door behind us, then she sat on the bed, propping up some pillows and looking at me expectantly. There wasn't much else for me to do except sit on the bed too, so I did and finally took a long swallow of my wine cooler. It was pretty good, like juice more than anything, and sweet. Sandy had put hers on the nightstand, but I just held onto mine. She sat fully on the bed, leaning back against the pillows and the headboard with her legs crossed behind me. I was on the edge of the bed, looking over my right shoulder to see her.
"Do you know Josh?" I asked her, meaning how did she know him, since she was here at his party obviously.
"Yeah. He's my cousin, I just come up once in awhile. He said Grammy was gonna be out of town so…" Sandy grinned at me.
"So you're just here for the party, huh?" I grinned back. "That's cool."
"Come here," Sandy moved a little to her left. "Relax a little. I won't bite." She tilted her head to the spot next to her, "Much."
"Uh, okay," I thought this chick was pretty weird and sort of going a little too far just to get my brother's phone number. I put my wine cooler next to hers and slid next to her on the bed, not intending to get too close, you know, but it wasn't all that big of a bed.
"I'm 18, how old are you?" Sandy was asking me. She had turned slightly, so she faced me, but not like completely on her side. I looked at her a little, but mostly I just looked at the ceiling.
"I'm fourteen," I told her, wondering what to do with my hands, and I looked down at them. "Oh shit!" I realized I had my boots on the bed and I started moving to get off of it. They weren't all that dirty, but they were boots, you know? "My boots, sorry."
Sandy put her hand on my shoulder and kind of pulled me back though. "It's okay," she was smiling and I sort of froze for a second. "I like your boots. I don't mind," she was pulling me back to lie down once more beside her.
"I just don't wanna ruin your bed, you know?" I was lying down, but I kind of kept my feet over the edge as best I could. It was pretty awkward.
"I know," she laughed and dismissed it all away. "I heard you fixed cars and stuff. Even play football."
"Yeah, uh-huh," I nodded. "My old man owns a garage." I wasn't relaxing very much and laughed a little self-consciously, "Me and my brothers work there."
"You must be really good. Josh says you can fix anything," Sandy was still touching my shoulder, I realized, just kind of rubbing it a little through my shirt.
"Well, I don't know. I get a lot of help when I need it, from my brothers, you know," I was really hoping she'd get the hint and start asking me about my brothers.
But instead she just seemed to turn a little more and get a little closer. I could smell her, like strawberry baby powder, and I imagined I could even feel her warm breath on my ear. Sandy was cute, I'd give her that, and I knew my brothers would go for her. Well, most of them, I thought, remembering Scott with a little smile.
Sandy was tall, but not skinny. She had some baby fat, but all of it in the right places, with large breasts under her pink halter top, really firm too from what I could tell. Not that I'd really stared or anything. And her tummy was a little round, just pleasantly so, like her hips and butt under her tight jeans. She had her belly button exposed and it was pierced with two little gold rings. Sandy had hazel-green eyes, I noticed, and generous long brown hair that parted naturally down the middle, so it framed her pretty face. Yeah, Sandy was cute as hell and I wondered which one of my brothers she liked.
"You don't act like your 14…" Sandy was saying. "More like 17 maybe, or even 18 I think."
"Really?" I wasn't sure what to think of that. I know it was a compliment but I had a hard time believing her.
"Yeah," she was making little circles on my arm with her fingernail. "Josh told me you were cool."
"He told you about me?" I decided I needed a drink, and leaned over, but Sandy's finger just traced across my back. "What did he say?"
"Just that you're a good guy. Fun to hang around with," Sandy giggled a little as I took a swallow and took the wine cooler out of my hand. "I think that one was mine," she drank some too and put it down and we both leaned back against the headboard again.
"I like Josh," I smiled, thinking it was cool he thought of me like that. "He just needs a better truck."
"Yeah," Sandy's agreed quietly, almost like a sigh and I realized she was a little closer to me than before.
"Ummm…" I was trying to think of what to say, but my mind was pretty blank.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Ann?" Sandy's voice was soft and I turned to look at her a little too quickly, so the bill of my ball cap caught her on the nose.
"Sorry," I felt really dumb then and yanked my hat off my head, squeezing it in my hand and making faces at the ceiling.
"That's okay," Sandy was laughing and her hand was stroking my arm slowly. "So? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Um…" I licked my lips. "No, I…" I turned my head again, to look at her and I was surprised to find her even closer than before, her face just inches from mine.
"Me neither," she whispered and then Sandy kissed me, her hand squeezing my shoulder gently, as if to keep me in one place.
Sandy's tongue grazed my lips, which were open with shock, and then slipped into my mouth, finding and tickling my own tongue. I could sense part of me recoiling from her, not physically – my body didn't move at all. I wasn't even breathing! But mentally the realization that another girl was kissing me was sort of…Weird. But not really gross. I mean it should have been disgusting, right? And I think I really wanted it to be, you know? But it was kind of okay too, like when I'd kissed Steve. That should've been gross too, for a different reason, but gross all the same and it wasn't. Now this Sandy person was kissing me and moving her hand even more to feel my tender breasts, braless under my shirt, and she was rubbing my nipples. Why were they so hard and like…On fire all of a sudden? I was being overwhelmed and I was kissing her back too. It was utterly confusing!
We probably kissed like that for two or three minutes, Sandy rubbing my breasts all the while, and me just squeezing my hat and wondering what was going on.
"I knew you were going to be a good kisser," she breathed and moved her mouth to my ear, licking and kissing it and that was something wholly new to me!
It was a little weird, the sounds and feelings of having my ear kissed, and for some reason I didn't understand at all, my temperature must have gone up by a hundred degrees. I couldn't help but turn my head a little, giving Sandy as much room as she wanted and somehow I'd dropped my hat and my right hand found itself sliding up and down her body, along her hip, following the smooth warm valley of her waist and up her side. I was squeezing her, like I was urging the girl to keep going, and moving my hand further to find her left breast. I massaged it through the thin cotton of her top, feeling the hardness of her nipple with my thumb and pressing against it.
Sandy was moaning softly into my ear as she sucked my earlobe and I felt her hand working to get under my shirt. She could feel how hot my body was now and her hand felt smooth and cool against my skin as it slid up to find my tits. They were still sore from Coach's punishment so long ago that afternoon, but it felt good, so good, having her touching me like that. Sandy was kneading the small swollen buds of my breasts harder, making me gasp and tremble and I tried to do the same with her boobs, pulling at the strap of her top so that her breast could fall free into my hand. It was the first time I'd ever touched another girl's body and I was amazed at how good Sandy felt. She was so much more mature than I was, her breast full and heavy and warm. I pinched at her nipple blindly, finding it long and hard and every bit as eager as my own must have been.
I felt Sandy's mouth kissing down my neck and that felt nice to. She licked and sucked at my skin gently, then harder, seeming to find a spot just under my chin that she really liked. I stroked her skin and smelled her hair and my body was tingling all over as the girl sucked my tender flesh harder, almost like she was biting me. But it didn't hurt at all, it just felt good, and after a good long time of that she lifted her mouth.
"There!" she was smiling at me and licking her lips, which seemed a little puffy and red. "Now you're mine!"
"Huh?" I looked at her without understanding.
"You never had a hickey before?" she was giggling and I shook my head. "Now you do! I'll give you another one…" Her hand had been playing with my breasts all the while and now she pinched my left nipple playfully. "…right here!"
My shirt had come undone somehow and Sandy had me open and vulnerable. Whatever she thought of the bruises I had, the girl didn't say anything and maybe she hadn't noticed. I knew I wasn't feeling them at all anymore, just how good Sandy's tongue felt as she dragged it across my skin. She kissed my smallish tits lovingly, that was the word, and I didn't think I ever wanted her to stop.
When she took my nipple into her mouth I squirmed with the sensations. Sandy couldn't have been biting it very hard, but I was still sore and tender there and it almost felt like I had one of those clamps on my skin again. I had my fingers in her hair and Sandy moved her mouth just a little, deciding to give me a hickey just above my nipple, I guess. I didn't mind, it felt so good having her mouth on my tits. I'd never felt anything like it in my life, I found myself really wishing she'd give me two, one on each of my breasts.
"What happened to your tits?" Sandy was asking me softly some 15 minutes later, after she'd definitely given me two dark red hickeys, one on my left breast and another on my right. I'd been in heaven the whole while and almost afraid I was going to cum just from having a girl sucking my boobs.
"What?" I breathed, staring down at my new love bites and wondering if the one on my neck looked like the ones on my tits. "Oh, um, football practice," I wasn't going to tell her about Coach, that was for sure.
"Does it hurt?" Sandy murmured as she kissed the bottoms of my breasts softly, pulling them upwards slightly with her hands. The undersides had the worst bruises, but like I said, I couldn't feel them at all beneath her kisses.
"Not anymore," I smiled and Sandy giggled.
"Good!" she was kissing her way back up to my mouth. "I love your body, Ann," Sandy's tongue licked across my lips. "Playing football," she whispered, like it was something really special.
We were kissing again finally, both of us turning more onto our sides, soon with my shirt removed completely and Sandy's top pulled down under her big tits. Our mouths were pressed tightly together, and we breathed through our noses, unwilling to break our kiss even for air. I could feel her body pressed to mine, her womanly boobs flattened against my teenage girl's chest. Our nipples rubbed against each other and my hands roamed Sandy's back while hers moved to squeeze and pull at my ass. I could feel my pussy hot and damp and the dildo I wore was pressing against my clit, rubbing me raw every time I moved. It was the sudden realization that I was humping myself against Sandy, our hips pressing against each other every bit as much as our breasts were, that finally broke our kiss. I knew she could feel it.
"What is that?" Sandy was whispering, but her smile was playful.
I would have flushed with embarrassment if I weren't already feverish with excitement. I figured I really had only one option, to get up and leave. But I didn't want to. I'd never, ever thought of kissing another girl. Even the few times I'd been with Marilee, learning how to masturbate from her, it hadn't really been anything like this. That had been more of a curiosity, sort of detached and boring. This…This was like what I'd always imagined sex was like…Except with a girl, instead of a boy.
I took a deep breath; didn't want to stop. "It's a, uh, a dildo thing," I managed to say and I suppose I was expecting her to either laugh and push me away, or scream and push me away.
"You must be a boy scout!" Sandy giggled softly and started kissing me again, even more passionately than before and I felt a great flood of relief, although I didn't know what she meant exactly.
I was kissing the other girl back too, finding the soft wetness of her mouth almost too perfect for mine. Sandy felt and tasted so much different than my brother had when Steve had kissed me. It was an entirely new sensation and I was floating on it. I had my fingers in her hair and I barely noticed Sandy was working at my pants, moving blindly and patiently to work them loose so she could slide her hand inside my boxers. I knew she had found my fake cock, pulled it upward like a real erection, when the base of it started rubbing against my burning clit with a steady rhythm.
I turned my head to look down, giving Sandy access to my ear once again, and stared at her hand pumping the dick strapped around my boyish hips. She was jerking me off, I realized with what can only be described as elation. I was a boy! I could almost feel her fingers around my cock, squeezing and pulling at my flesh, working my hardness up and down while she licked and suckled my ear. Somewhere, deep inside me, there was a certain resentment that I knew none of the boys I liked would do this for me. Not Brian, not Kyle, or John, Matt or Lance, not even my brothers. Coach had made me feel like a boy, but for a different reason and I thought that of the two experiences, this was the better one because right then with Sandy, I really was a boy finally.
"I love your cock," Sandy was whispering in my ear. "It's so big." Then we were kissing again, making out while she jerked me off and I played with her ripe full tits.
Sandy had been the one pushing us forward, but I was getting over my shyness. I didn't have any experience, of course, I'd never even properly made out with a guy before, but I'd heard the stories and if Sandy wanted to play with my dick, then I figured I could get to third base with her too. I was nervous and even a little afraid, I mean I found myself wanting to touch Sandy's pussy and make her feel good too, but it seemed…Weird. The thought of touching another girl's private place like that. And that was the problem, I decided as my tongue tickled the roof of Sandy's mouth – too much thinking.
I brought my hands down between us, like we were playing horizontal twister or something, and I began unbuttoning Sandy's jeans. She shifted a little, moaning encouragement into my mouth and I soon had her zipper down and pants loosened so I could feel the soft nylon of her panties. She squirmed and I pushed and it was obvious Sandy wanted to get her jeans all the way off, so we did it, still kissing all the while.
Her thighs were so hot and smooth and I ran my hand over her hips and around to feel Sandy's ass. I squeezed her while we made out, exploring with just my sense of touch, imagining her body in my head. She felt so good, so inviting and it was hard not to look at her. But kissing was so good too and even though we'd been doing it for nearly an hour probably, I didn't want to stop. My hand slid between her thighs finally and like magic Sandy parted them for me, lying close to me on her side, her hand working my cock back and forth and making my clit ache under the soft plastic. I rubbed a finger across Sandy's slit, feeling the heat coming off of the girl in waves. Even through her panty it was obvious she was soaking wet. I felt her soft and pliant and the crease of her labia gave way to the pressure easily. I pressed my hand to Sandy's sex, my palm going across her clit and I just massaged her slowly, pressing and relaxing and working her sex gently.
Sandy was kissing me harder and when I finally slipped my fingers inside her panty she moaned and pressed her thighs together, trapping my hand in place. I had a finger buried inside the hot wet confines of her pussy and I wriggled it while the girl humped my hand. She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me and I knew I was making her cum, just a little one I figured, but a good one for sure. I fought against her legs, wanting to touch Sandy even more and really make it good. She was sopping wet now and I turned my hand so I could fuck my finger in and out, curling it slightly, as if tickling her clit from behind. My thumb played lightly over her clitoris, rubbing the girl and bringing her body to little jerking fits of pleasure. She sucked my tongue like a little cock while I fingered her relentlessly. I wasn't exactly sure I was doing it right, but I must have been close because Sandy was practically crying five minutes later.
We slowed down and caught our breath. My hand hurt a little actually, from being turned the wrong way for too long, but it had been worth it. Sandy was breathing hard and I thought she might fall asleep as I watched her, but she didn't.
"Make love to me," she had her eyes closed, but Sandy was so close to me it didn't matter - her lips were touching mine when she spoke. And then, a moment later when she did open her beautiful eyes, she just looked into mine and smiled.
"Okay," I was sort of at a loss for words, as any 14 year old boy about to lose his virginity might be.
I wondered briefly if I was supposed to get undressed. I still had my Levi's on, and my boots, although I'd gotten pretty careless about keeping them off the bed. Sandy didn't care though, nor did she need or even want me to take them off. She peeled off her panties and just pulled me between her wide-spread legs, missionary style, and I watched her face as she guided the head of my penis to her wet and ready vagina.
"There…Yeah…Mmmm…Now…" Sandy was whispering and smiling and pulling me to push myself inside her. "Yessss….Make love to me…" Sandy wrapped her legs around me and pulled me down to her, so my small tits pressed against the fullness of hers. We kissed gently, with our mouths open and separated a little, playing with our tongues as I pushed and pulled with my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her slowly.
I couldn't feel it, of course, the heat of Sandy's pussy, her tight sex clasping wetly around my cock, but I didn't need to. I could feel her body against mine, her hard nipples burning into my chest, her hands on my back, her legs scissored around my hips. We soon began kissing harder and our mouths pressed together so that all of our groans and sighs were trapped between us. Sandy was lifting her body, thrusting her sex to meet my cock as I worked it inside of her. I could feel the strap-on rubbing my clit and bringing me shocks of pleasure, like little lightning bolts in the deepest parts of me.
"Like this…Deeper…" Sandy was breathing and she actually got us to where her legs were over my shoulders, so the woman was practically bent double beneath me. "Yeah…I like it," she nodded and licked her lips and I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
I held myself up, my arms locked straight so I looked down into her eyes while we fucked. I was ramming my cock inside her now, getting it as deep as possible and it must have felt so good for her. Sandy was moaning loudly and her nails were digging into my hips. I could feel my pussy squeezing in on itself, as if searching for the same sort of thing Sandy was enjoying. It was a frustrating tease and it felt strangely welcome. I was a guy, finally, and fucking my first girl!
My clit was the only thing that mattered, an extension of my cock and the source of all that was good. The emptiness inside my pussy, didn't matter at all. I was a boy and I was going to cum with some weird clitoral orgasm that would make it all so good. I was gonna cum inside Sandy, I kept telling myself, as if I were living a fantasy, I was going to cum and pump her full of sperm, I could feel it building.
But I wanted to wait! I wanted to wait for her. Sandy was close too. She was pulling at me hard, lifting her head to kiss me, struggling to keep our lips together while we made love. We were both moaning loudly and the bed creaked and the headboard was banging hard against the wall, but we didn't care. We were both so close. There was no way we could have stopped. I was hot and sweating and I glanced between our bodies, staring at the shadowy form of my long thick cock disappearing into Sandy's cunt over and over again. I was gonna cum, I couldn't stop it. My clit was on fire and my lungs burned.
"Ohhh…GOD!!" Sandy was practically screaming as she came hard and I let go finally, caving in to the sensations welling up inside me.
"I'm cumming…I'm cumming, Sandy…" I was gasping loudly and I pushed my cock inside her to the hilt, collapsing onto Sandy's flushed heaving body, kissing her urgently as my body shook with pleasure. I'd never felt anything like it, my entire being was focused on that one glorious instant. I imagined my cock jerking and shooting inside her womb, my cum filling the woman beneath me. I was a man, finally. I'd had a woman and it was unbelievable.
As we lay there, panting and kissing and basking in the afterglow, I felt the first little fingers of doubt entering my mind. Was I a lesbian now? Or was I really straight, since I was a guy in my head? Or was I…
"Hey, what are you doing in there?" somebody was banging on the door and we heard laughter from the hallway.
"Oh Christ," Sandy looked unhappily at the door. "Assholes."
I felt my heart stop. We'd made a lot of noise, we must have, and it wouldn't be that hard to figure out what was happening in our little room. My body went stiff and I started getting up. I just wasn't prepared for any of this, not now, not this way. If we got caught then I would be a lesbian and everybody would know. There weren't any secrets in this town. I thought I might start crying as the high of what had just happened crashed into the low of what it could mean. It was totally selfish, I know, because I didn't give Sandy even a little thought. I was just worried about me and…
"Open up, c'mon already!" more laughing and I had visions of 50 people outside the door.
"I'm sorry," Sandy was whispering and trying to hold me, but I was too busy getting dressed. "Go away!" she yelled, as if that might help.
"Bunch of morons," I'd tucked my strap-on away, even though it was pretty slick with Sandy's juices. I could smell her on my hands and clothes. Both of us, everywhere. The whole room must have smelled like sex. I buttoned my shirt and grabbed my ball cap off the floor.
"Can't you stay with me?" Sandy was still naked, still beautiful and reaching out for me. "I don't want you to go."
"I'm gonna be in trouble," I frowned and part of me really did want to stay. More than anything, but I felt confused and frightened, as much by my own unexpected feelings as getting caught by a bunch of drunken idiots. "I'm just…I gotta go."
"I don't have to go back until Sunday night. Can you call me? Or I'll call you? Please?" She got off the bed and Sandy hugged me, staring down into my eyes, "Okay, Ann?"
"Yeah," I smiled, but inside I wasn't sure. We kissed anyway, but it wasn't really good like before. I just had to get away, like I was fleeing the scene of a crime or something.
"Promise?" Sandy asked and I promised and let her kiss me again. "I love you," she said and I didn't know what I was supposed to say, or what I was supposed to feel even. She loved me? What did that mean? She barely knew me.
I raised the blind and popped the screen out of the window, it was right behind a big cedar chest so getting out was easy. I gave Sandy a look back and a little wave and then I was gone, outside and free. I was on the side of the house and I just stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked around to the front, like it was perfectly normal to be strolling around people's backyards at midnight. Nobody was outside anymore anyway, which was cool. I guess they were all inside, trying to figure out who was fucking in the spare bedroom. That cute Cousin Sandy and somebody else, they'd all say, and hopefully that somebody wouldn't be me. But boy, did I have a lot to think about!