"I'm not tired. I feel like staying up for a while. Can we watch your movie?" she grinned.

"Are you nuts? I'm not going to show you a porn movie!" Roger yelled.

"Why not?" Tracy argued.

"Cause you�re a girl! Besides... you�re too young. Do you even know what's in movies like that?" Roger answered.

"Of course I do!" Tracy lied. She knew about porn movies but had never actually seen one. "I'm not a little kid you know."

"I didn't mean you were a little kid," Roger apologized. "It's just that girls your age shouldn't be watching things like that."

"Oh come on, Rog. I know what's in 'em. I've never seen a movie but Jan got one of her brother's magazines. I've seen it all. Please?" Tracy begged.

Roger thought for a moment. "Well, if you really want to... But don't get crazy on me. I don't want to listen to you lecturing me or anything."

"I won't. I promise," Tracy grinned. Roger pulled the tape from his bag and put it in the VCR. He was still a little uneasy about watching the tape with her so he turned out the lights. The last thing he wanted was for her to see him with a hard on.

Roger sat back down on the couch and hit the play button on the remote. The screen on the TV lit up the room. Roger, still a little uneasy about watching the video with Tracy, let the ads and previews play through. He glanced over at her every few seconds to watch her reaction. She gave no indication of anything as she watched the TV expressionless. As the feature started, Roger turned his attention to the action.

A couple was on screen kissing. Within moments her top was off, no bra of course, and the man was pulling her pants down. Roger was already stiff. Tracy wasn't impressed with the poor acting and the movie looked like a home movie someone without much experience had filmed. Still, she was fascinated. After all, it was her first porn movie. She knew people did things like that and had seen the pictures in that magazine but she had never done anything like that herself let alone watch anyone else do it.

Soon the girl on the screen was giving the guy a blow job. Tracy watched intently almost like it was an instructional video for her. She and her girlfriends had talked about blowjobs and a few even admitted they had given a few but Tracy hadn't. She wondered what it would be like to have a boy's penis in her mouth and what it would taste like. So far, she hadn't even touched a boy's cock except for a baby's. She did know about erections though. In addition to pictures, the boys at school would sometimes have bulges in their pants. She almost felt sorry for them having to put up with something like that. It made her self conscious when her nipples would sometimes get hard and poke out and they were a lot smaller than a boy's erection.

As the movie progressed, she noticed Roger shifting a little. A glance at his pants told Tracy he was hard. From the girls at school, she had learned boys masturbated a lot to keep their cocks soft so they wouldn't poke out all the time. One of the more "advanced" girls had even told her if a boy got hard and didn't cum it would make him very sore. Roger, being almost 18, had to masturbate she thought. The idea he would get sore because of her made her feel bad.

"Rog, I know boys kinda do things for themselves sometimes. If you wanna do that, it's OK," Tracy quietly offered.

The statement caught Roger completely off guard. "Huh?" he blurted.

Tracy turned red thinking Roger had not understood her and she was now forced to explain herself. "I know boys jerk off when they watch these movies. If you wanna jerk off, I don't care. I won't tell anyone."

"Ah... no... It�s OK... I can't do that in front of you... Who told you that?" Roger stammered, now quite embarrassed.

"I'm just saying I don't mind if you do, that's all," Tracy returned. Their short conversation ended and they again fell silent. The thought of Roger, or of any boy for that matter,    masturbating started churning in Tracy's mind. The man on the screen had already had his stiff cock out and Tracy wondered what Roger's looked like. She tried to imagine him sitting there with a pole sticking up from between his legs. Her thoughts began to excite her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Roger reach down and adjust himself. On the screen, the man was fucking the girl and because of all the noise they were making Tracy thought it a little silly. She was enjoying her own fantasies more than the movie. As her mind pictured Roger, her nipples hardened and she felt herself getting wet. Her hormones were moving faster than the movie. Roger's constant shifting was also signaling her brain. All she could seem to focus on was her image of Roger masturbating.

"You know, I really don't care if you want to jerk off in front of me," she muttered, half wanting him to do just that and half embarrassed by what she was saying. Roger didn't say anything but turned to look at her. She knew she had embarrassed him before but now she wasn't sure. She wanted him to say something so she'd know if he was going to do it, if he was angry at her, or what he was feeling. He remained silent, however.

Tracy's motor was beginning to run. The idea of a boy masturbating in front of her excited her. "If you do it, I'll do it to," she finally offered almost in desperation. The images floating around in her mind were driving her mad.

"You mean if I jerk off in front of you, you'll do the same for me?" Roger asked in disbelief. Tracy, unable to find the words to say anything nodded. "If I take my pants off, will you take your nightgown off?" Roger asked.

Tracy thought for a moment. The idea of stripping in front of a boy frightened her a little. She had already let two boys feel her breasts and one had even gone under her shirt but she still had a bra on. That boy had also put his hand between her legs but she had been scared and stopped him after only a few minutes. Was she ready to take her clothes off now? The vision of Roger's cock seeped back into her mind. "You gotta help me," she answered softly.

Gingerly she pulled her arm out of the sling. Once it was free, she pulled the sling over her head, shifted her body towards him, and looked at Roger. Without saying anything he reached for the hem of her nightgown, grabbed it, but waited for Tracy's reaction. She smiled and nodded. Gently he moved the garment up her legs. Once he could go no further, Tracy leaned forward and lifted her ass up and he slit the nightgown over her roundness.

"Go easy on my arm," Tracy cautioned. Roger helped her pull her bad arm out then lifted the nightgown over her head. She settled back down as Roger dropped the nightgown on the floor. She was now nude. The anticipation of seeing Roger nude too overrode her embarrassment.

Roger stood and his hand went to his belt. He quickly unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans. Tracy forgot about her own nudity. Roger's cock was now obvious hidden only by his underpants. The jeans dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them. Tracy's eyes widened as his hands went to his waist. Her breath caught as the underwear fell to the floor and his hard erection slapped against his stomach. In her almost hypnotic state, her eyes followed the rod as he sat back down on the couch. To Tracy, her first sighting of a boy's hard cock was a thing of beauty. The head glistened as it rode high on its fleshy pole. Below it was the loose sack with held his balls and the whole package was highlighted by a thick bush.

Tracy jumped when Roger said, "Well..." Suddenly she didn't know what to do. Naturally she knew how to masturbate but she didn't know how to masturbate if front of someone. Before, she hadn't really thought about it. She had just sort of "done" it. Now she was putting on a show and couldn't remember her first line. Not knowing what else to do, as her casted leg hung limply of the floor, she pulled her good leg to the couch bending her knee. She let it rest against the back of the couch exposing her pussy to Roger. Although maybe not as thick as his, she too was covered by a carpet of hair. During the summer she had kept her bush neatly trimmed so as not to show when she wore her swim suit. Where it was winter now, and especially since she had been injured, her bush had grown out.

Fortunately for Tracy, the question of where to start was taken by Roger as he grabbed his hard on and began stroking. Tracy reached down between her legs and started to rub. Their arousal grew rapidly as each focused on the others crotch. Tracy was fascinated as Roger's cock played peek-a-boo in his hand. The head of his cock would slide into his hand before charging out again. Roger stared at Tracy's swollen pussy lips as her fingers alternated between flicking her clit and sinking into her hole.

Roger was the first to reach orgasm. Tracy gasped as white goo shot from his cock into the air. It was the first time she had seen a boy climax. Quickly another stream followed. She was close and her fingers worked furiously. Roger continued to stroke as the cum flowed from his cock. Tracy had never dreamed a boy would shoot out that much. Eventually though, the eruption stopped and Roger released his spent member. Tracy's eyes remained glued on the prick as it started to shrink and droop. Finally it wilted down on his leg. Watching Roger had been the most exciting experience Tracy ever had and now she NEEDED to climax.

"Want me to do that for you?" Roger asked softly.

Where Tracy had always been very protective of that area before, her hormones had erased all functions of her brain except its sexual needs and she nodded. She pulled her hand away only to be replaced by Roger's. She gasped. For some reason, his touch was much more exciting than hers. His palm pushed against her mount as he started to rub. Even with the limited mobility caused by her cast, Tracy's hips pushed her pussy against his hand. She stared down at herself almost not believing a boy's hand was there.

The added excitement of a boy's touch was all Tracy needed. She moaned as her orgasm hit. She pushed her hips up jamming her wet slit against his hand. Her chest heaved as waves of pleasure pulsed throughout her body. This climax seemed to be going on forever. A finger jammed into her. "Oh... Ahhhhh," she moaned as the finger started a new eruption. She leaned back and jutted her hips up vulgarly. She had never experienced anything so intense. In desperation, she pushed his hand away. "No more... p-l-e-a-s-e..." she cried out.

Roger sat up and watched while Tracy recovered. Her eyes were closed. The only sound Tracy could hear was her heart pounding. Her lungs were fighting for air. Eventually she began to settle. Her eyes opened and the world started coming back. Her legs were splayed but she didn't care. His finger had just invaded her so he seeing her right now didn't seem that important. Somehow having her pussy exposed like it was seemed more right than trying to hide it.

"Wow!" Roger said smiling.

"Mmmm," Was all Tracy could add.

"I better clean up," Roger mumbled as he stood and walked down the hall.

Tracy watched. His muscular ass looked nice as he walked away. He returned a short time later with a cloth. She liked the way his cock and balls swung as he walked. Still in the same position, she watched him wipe up the dollops of cum that have been squirted about. Once finished, he sat back down on the couch again.

"I gotta pee," Tracy said demurely. "Would you carry me to the bathroom?"

As Roger stood, Tracy shifted her body and pulled both legs onto the couch. Roger lifted her and her arm went around his neck as she nuzzled up to him. As they walked down the hall, Tracy felt something hit her ass cheek. A smile came to her face. She knew what it was - he was getting hard again.