These are kids, so they’re ignorant, misinformed, and trying to figure this out ToGetHer. These things take time…
Over the summer, we moved to a new house bye the park, and the first day of school, I made a friend.
Well, first these boys bought a page out of a nudie book from her uncle, but I didn’t know she was his niece yet, because he was just a teenager. So, then the boys went off to look at the tit pictures in the bushes, me and Lisa got to see them beat off, but they were still boys, so no juice came out.
So then, I got a ride home with her, and her uncle, but he didn’t have any pictures of boys naked. She checked a dirty book out of the library, where you could tell what everyone was thinking, and feeling all the time, but it was confusing, because she used a lot of weird words like Turgid, and Minge.
So then we went for a walk around the park, but we didn’t make it all the way to the dam, and she read me some more stories. In it, the lady Simone played a game with her husband, where she slept around, and he tried to catch her in the act. Oh yeah, and it’s called Affair Game if you want to read it, they might have it at the library in with the romance.
Then it got too hot, since it was still practically summer, and the lake got hot all day so it was almost steamy, but not the same way the steamy stories were? I don’t really know, because it was too hot, and steamy to really tell if I was getting hot, and steamy with Lisa. So, I invited Lisa back to meet my mom and dad, then we took a shower to wash all the sweat off before my dad got home from work.
I wanted to take a bath, but Elisabeth said “No, that’s just like being boiled in your own sweat, so we better take a shower.”
“Good idea,” so we shut the bathroom door, and took off our clothes, while the water heated up. I didn’t want to take a cold shower, because I heard that ruined the mood, when the whole idea was to get hot, and steamy like Simone, and her bisexual friends. There married, but first she slept with her husband. Then, his wife came home, and caught them in bed together, so she made Simone take off her clothes for her.
“Oh,” Lisa had a cut on her leg, “What happened there?”
“Oh,” she looked. “I fell down on my skates, and cut my leg. It bled a lot.”
“Yeah, that looks like more then a bandaid.” But it healed up. “Oh!” I showed her my thumb, “I cut myself on Thanksgiving, chopping celery for the stuffing, see?”
She took my hand, and kissed it, so I giggled. “It doesn’t hurt any more, but we better get in before we waist all the hot water.”
“For the whole building?”
“Huh?” I pulled the shower curtain across.
“Never mind,” she picked up the soap, “Let me get your back.”
“Okay,” I turned around, and she put the sprayer up to wet my back. Then, she blocked it to rub the soap all over. It got really sudzy, and ran down my back. So, I giggled when it tickled my butt.
“Now get me,” we had to switch places, and I rinsed the suds down when I stepped in the way of the shower head.
“This is nice, my mom doesn’t wash my back any more, so I’ve been using shampoo.”
“Oh yeah?” He looked back, “Well, you have long hair.” So, it just runs down my back when I rinse it out, but I can’t scrub it back there myself.
I nodded, “You too,” but she held it out of the way, so I didn’t get soap in it, because that dries out your hair, so you get split ends. “You’re really comfortable around me naked.”
“Well, you’re a girl.” I picked up the shampoo, and put the soap down in the soap dish. This tub had a little shelf in the wall, which is great whether you’re standing up in the shower, or sitting down in the tub. I never thought about it that way before, but I guess she’s right. Especially with 2 sweaty bodies, that would just make the bath water salty, and not get you very clean.
“Huh, well when a man does it, first he has to make you feel comfortable, being naked around a man.”
“Oh,” she was molested, that made sense. So, I just nodded, and she picked the soap up, to lather up her fingers again. Then, she wiped it up behind her to get her butt nice and clean.
“Switch places with me again.” She rinsed it out, and I lathered up my fingers to get my pee hole.
“Ow ow owy youch!” It stings!
“Oh, don’t use soap down there.” She cupped water up between my legs. “It’s sensitive, and it tastes gross.” I just nodded, and let her rinse me out. It still burned a little, but then it felt a little better.
I knew that, she was going to want to kiss me there from the story. She also said something about inside the outside, which I didn’t understand, but I looked forward to finding out what she ment. I just didn’t have no idea it would hurt that bad, I just didn’t want to be too dirty for her to kiss it. “Huh, I use Dove.”
“Dove soap?”
She cut the water off, and got out. “Well, it’s not soap, so it doesn’t hurt so much when I wash it out.”
“My mom uses vinegar, and water when she gets gross.”
“Oh, she has douches?”
“No, just my dad, she doesn’t cheat on my dad. I mean, that’s okay for Simone, because that’s just a game she plays with her husband, but. What?”
She shook her head, and smiled. “Never mind.” So, we dried off, and put on towels to take her back to my room, where she saw my brother’s bed.
“Who’s bed is that?”
“Oh, my brother Josh’s.” I pulled out my underwear drawer first.
“I didn’t know you had a brother.”
I shrugged, “Well, you don’t want to put on sweaty undies after we just washed so carefully, so pick out a clean pair.”
She dug around, “You don’t have any plain ones?”
“No, why?”
“No reason, I just don’t like cartoon characters.”
“Why not?”
“Well, isn’t it kinda silly to have a Princesses portrait on your underwear?”
“I guess so, but.” I pulled out a pink pair. “These have hearts instead of Princess portraits.”
“Huh, I always hated those stories, too.” She pulled them up. “Uh, why do you want to be a princess when they never get to do anything but wait for somebody to come rescue them?”
“Well, I guess to get a prince, but I guess you’re not really one to wait for it to happen. Oh!” I just realize, “And boys hate princesses too!” I just remembered that I first saw her showing her underpants on the bench, right by the playground for boys to see them, but they were too busy playing some shooty game.
“Yeah, but uh!” She looked like she was about to cry, “I thought you and me were going to get to sleep together, and now I come to find out you have a little brother, and we have to share a room.”
“Oh,” I hugged her, “There there.” Patted her back. “It’s okay, we don’t have to sleep up here. Besides, the hideabed is bigger anyways. So, there’ll be more room for both of us if we sleep down there in the living room.”
“Yeah?” She sniffed, and wiped her eyes.
“Yeah, besides he’s not even in kindergarten yet, so he’s too young to understand the stories, and we’d just have to stop and explain everything to him anyways.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, so what should we wear to bed?”
“Well, how about PJs?” I pushed my underwear drawer back to open up my night clothes drawer. “That way, we don’t have to come in, and change again after dinner.”
“Good idea, ooh!” She got out the cloudy ones. “These must be old, since there’s no way they fit you any more.”
“No, those are Joshua’s, let me pick out a pair for you.” I dug around, and looked back, to remember she had the pink ones with the white hearts, like polkadots. “How about green?” I pulled out the pinetree ones.
“Ooh, maybe you can match it with a blue teeshirt for the sky?”
“Um,” I bit my lip, because that clashes, but I don’t want to say anything just in case she’s color blind, and that might hurt her feelings if I pointed that out, but I found an old teeshirt that was faded almost baby blue for her to wear. “How about this?”
“That’s perfect.” So, we got dressed, but now that I see her in it. It actually makes sense, because if you think about it, you see pine trees right next to the blue sky all the time, or at least since we moved her to Lake Pine Drive. Ooh, and the water reflects the pine trees, and the blue sky too, and also it makes her eyes look even bluer.
“Is your friend staying for dinner?” Mom asked when we went down to the kitchen.
“I’m staying on the couch, and Cristen says we can sleep in the hideabed down here?”
“Mom, this is Lisa, Lisa, my mom.”
I introduced the 2 of them, but mom just got another burger out to put in the pan, so she had to wipe the blood off her hands to shake her’s.
“Liz.”
“Nice to meet you Liz. Now go wash up.” We giggled, and ran off to the living room. Since we just got out of the shower, but I pulled the cushions off the couch, and showed her how to get the mattress out of the bottom. Then, we went up to get the pillows, and blankets off my bed, and she folded them up over the dirty book, so mom wouldn’t see it.
Since she’s an adult, I don’t think she’ll be fooled if we tried to tell her it’s only romance. Like the Librarian that winked, and gave me a knowing grin when she checked it out. Of course, she knew all the books in the library, because she’s a librarian, but she’s not either one of our moms, so she didn’t get upset when she caught us checking out adult stories, like Affair Game.
Oh yeah, and the name is a dead giveaway too, so it’s better if we keep it under cover until everyone else goes up to bed. I giggled, and whispered ‘undercover’ when no one was looking. She giggled back, but then daddy got home with Josh, so we had to cool it until after dinner.
She had to put his little burger in a bun so he’d eat it, but she smothered the rest in gravy, and put it on mashed potatoes so you could cut it with a fork, and get it all in 1 bite. After dad got done talking about work, Liz said she made a really good Salsberry Steak.
“Oh, no. These are just smothered burgers, I know the school pours gravy on hamburgers, and calls it Salisbury steak, but the real recipe has ground steak, and onions mixed in with it.”
Liz swallowed, and wiped her mouth, “Oh, is it okay if I don’t finish my veggies?”
Mom laughed, “Well, it sounds like your mother makes sure you get plenty.”
“Okay, then I’m done.”
“Does that mean I don’t have to finish my broccoli, and carrots too?” I rubbed my tummy, “I’m saving room for desert.”
“Okay,” so we got up, and I got out a popsicle for both of us to share.
“We’re going out for a walk to watch the sun set.”
“Okay, but don’t stay out too late. Christin has school in the morning.”
“Okay,” so we grabbed slippers to go out to the trail, where we could hold hands once we’re too far for mom, and dad to see us together.
After we finished our halfs of the popsicle, we dropped our sticks, and wiped our fingers off on our pajama bottoms. “Your mom is really cool.”
“You think so? Just because she didn’t make you eat your veg’tables.”
“No? My mom would never let me out after dark.”
“Well, it’s just after dark, but where’s the best place to watch the sun set?”
“Over here, but especially in the park after dark.”
“Well, they have lights to come on, so you don’t trip, and fall on the trail.” I pointed them out.
“Yeah, but a man can always jump out, and grab you from the shadows if you’re not careful.”
“Oh,” I wondered if that’s what happened to her. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that.” I pointed. “The Lakeside Commons has security guards to keep an eye out for muggers, and flashers in the park.”
“Oh yeah. They’re a gated community, huh?”
“Yeah.” We finally got to the bench, on the east side, so we can watch the sun go down in the west. Over the water, but there’s not really a bunch of clouds to light up. Oh well, maybe she can come by more often, we’re bound to get another pretty sunset eventually. “Lisa?”
“Uh huh?”
“I hate to ask, but were you ever, molested?”
“No, not really. You?”
“Oh good,” I was afraid I’d hurt her feelings, but I really had to know. “So, how did you learn so much about getting boys, and the library trick.” I giggled, “Oh, we forgot the dirty book.”
“Huh, not boys.”
“So, you are a lesbian.”
“No? Just because I don’t like boys doesn’t make me a lesbian.”
“Well, okay.” It kinda does, if you like girls, and you don’t like boys, “Doesn’t it?”
“No, just because boys are so stupid, and stinky. They play too rough, not like Men.”
“Ohohoh!” Now I get it, “So, you like men, but not boys.”
“Exactly, I’m bisexual, but since I’m only in the 5th grade, the only men that like me are creepy.”
“Yeah, I can understand that. So, why do you show your underwear to get boy’s attention?”
“I don’t know, I guess I lied about that. You mean after school?”
“And on recess, after lunch.”
“So, you were looking up my skirt.”
“Huh, yeah. I think I am, or maybe I might be?”
“A lesbian?” She squeezed my hand.
“Yeah, I never felt this way about another girl, or anyone else before. I think I might be falling in love with you.”
“Oh, that’s sweet.” She kissed my cheek. “I like you too.”
“Well, it’s getting dark, so we better head back, and go to bed.” All of a sudden, I didn’t want to wait any longer.
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Lizzy (Mg Grooming)
Well, since she asked. No, he didn’t molest me, but not for lack of trying. My uncle’s young enough to be my cousin, but I’m not going into the whole family’s ages, and why he’s barely even 18. The point is, as soon as he turned 18, he started buying titty mags to cut up, and sell to freshman boys at school.
Then, I guess word got around, because some of them had younger brothers in middle school, so he started driving around to all the schools like a drug dealer. He says pimp, but he’s not really a pimp, because that would mean he has real girls to turn trick for him.
I told him “NO!” Out loud, as loud as I could yell it to make sure he heard me. I know that I should tell someone, but I’m ashamed and the longer I waited, the more ashamed of letting him get away with it, when I could have stopped him, years ago.
He didn’t wait until he was 18, he just didn’t cut up my dad’s, or his dad’s nudie mags, so he’d get caught. He’s not a pimp, he’s a child molester, but that’s how he started. First, he brought his dad’s stash over, and waited until we’re home alone to get them out.
Then, he just sat back on the couch, reading a Young & Horny magazine until I had to ask him about it, but he kept his pants on. He told me I was too young, so I pointed out that it said Horny right there on the cover, but when they said Young, they didn’t mean that young. All models are 18 and older, but no matter how skinny they are, and how carefully they shave their bodies.
I was a little girl, so I knew what little girls’ bodies look like. “Well,” he just scooted over, so there was room to sit next to him, and held it out where I could see what they were doing. 2 girls, of course. With sex toys, and a pervert looking through their door, but there wasn’t much to read. Step Sister, I remember that, so it was supposed to be her step brother catching her in bed with her girlfriend, and a whole bunch of toys.
A long story short, it switched back to him, off and on. Most of the pictures were the girls of course, and he told me what everything was when I asked him. That’s a Vibrator, a Dildo, or a Butt-plug. I giggled at the word butt, and Dildo I think. That’s a pretty silly word too, but I asked him why it’s called a vibrator, and the answer unsurprisingly was that it vibrates, for pleasure.
The, the “Step-brother” got a boner, then on the next page he pulled it out, and then on the next page, it didn’t show him cumming, but it did show a drip hanging off his flaccid member, so you could see that he got off. If you had any idea what was going on, because you got sex ed outside of your creepy uncle with the nudie mags.
So, then he showed me where my dad kept his (No idea when, or how he found them) and then he left me to read them until he came back, but of course he got his out. As soon as I asked what that was, because I thought it was pus. I’d never even heard of Semen, but my leg got infected when I cut it. So, mom had to boil the pus out with peroxide, but he just said “Let me show you,” and beat off right in front of me.
Then, he zipped up his pants, and left. He threw the tissue out in the trash, and I didn’t go after it, but my dad had Penthouses. So, they didn’t show penetration, but I’d already seen relatively hardcore pictures in Young & Horny. They had letters though, and forums, so I started reading the kinds of stories men wrote to Penthouse, back then. They’re, well. Probably just bout what you’d expect, men to write to Penthouse to share their “Experiences,” or fantasies claiming they really happened.
I couldn’t exactly tell the difference between fantasy and reality, so the only person I could think to ask was my aunt. His sister, so 3 guesses who he tried out his porno sex education moves on. So, she showed me where I could get girly porn. I have to say that trashy romance isn’t written any better than Penthouse Letters, but at least it’s written for women. (Even if some of them were clearly written by men, who’ve never tried some of this stuff with an actual living breathing woman. I’m not going to say Virgins, and nobody said Incel yet, but still. We write fantasies about stuff we’d never dare to ask our husbands, or lovers about.)
So, I guess that’s how I became so bi curious, so young, but Kirsten. I think she’s naturally born that way, and she just didn’t realize she was doing it. I mean, at school, she never looked at boys. Okay, that’s fairly normal at the age where boys have their own tables, but then on recess, the boys showed off, and she still barely looked at them.
She only had eyes for girls, and whenever a girl showed off. For instance, one flipped up to hand from the jungle gym, and her skirt hung down. Innocently enough, the really young ones have no concept of modesty at all. Honestly, until my uncle tried to molest me (And yeah girls. Yell No as loud as you can, as many times as it takes for him to get the message) it wasn’t on my radar, either.
Kirsten just stared. She didn’t even blush, but I think she drooled a little, because she licked her lips when she finally dropped down, and broke the spell. Then, I started turning cartwheels, and doing head-stands, just to make sure she was looking at me, until finally, I flashed her on the bench after school, and she came up to talk to me about it.
Then, we watched the boys play with themselves (Which is always funny, if you’re gay or not) end then we went out on a date so I could seduce her. I always wanted to try that, seducing someone. Since my uncle tried to seduce me, I had some idea how to put the moves on an innocent girl with no idea of her sexuality, or sexuality period.
We took a shower together just to get clean, and it was her idea because we were so hot and sweaty from being outside all afternoon in the hot sun. I wasn’t in any hurry, and I didn’t want to ruin it by rushing her. It really was romantic, but I just assume you didn’t come here for romance, and you’re just about ready to get on with the good stuff…
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Chris (gg)
After everyone else went to bed, she got the book out, and we read quietly together, to make sure everyone was asleep first.
“You finished with this page?” I nodded on her shoulder, because she stuck her arm under my head, so it wasn’t stuck between us. Mine was, but I kinda wanted to hold hands with her, and it was hard to follow the story with her right there.
Breathing right next to me, and her breath was so quick that I knew she was excited. Also, the weird words were hard to understand without stopping to ask her what flaccid means, but I didn’t want to ruin the story for her.
‘um,’ I kept my voice down, ‘i still don’t feel anything like breathless, my hair stand on end, or anything, so is it okay if we just go to sleep?’
‘sure,’ she folded the book back up, and didn’t even save her place, so I got up to turn the lamp off. Then, I snuggled up with her, and stuck my hand back between my legs.
‘uh!’ she grunted sweetly, and tried to take a breath, but it fluttered in her tummy.
‘lisa?’
‘huh, don’t worry about your hair standing on end, or being able to breathe. it’s just a story, so she exaggerated.’
‘oh,’ I nodded back on her shoulder. ‘lisa, how do you do it?’
‘cunnilingus?’
‘what’s that?’
‘oral sex.’
‘oh, no.’ They explained that pretty good in the story, and I could wait to get to that, when we hadn’t even kissed yet, unless you count the scar on my knuckle in the bathroom. ‘how do you play with yourself?’ I squirmed a little. ‘i think I get the part about inside the outside now, but I don’t think it’s working.’
‘huh, it’s hard to explain.’
‘well, then maybe you can show me?’
‘sure,’ she turned over, so I had to pick my head up, and scoot back on the pillow so she could get her hand out. Then, she touched my leg, and started feeling up, and down.
‘huh, hihihn!”
‘that tickle?’
‘no, but you’re going the wrong way.’
‘huh!’ her breath was hot on my face, then she kissed my cheek, and I turned to find her mouth with my lips, but she kept rubbing up, and down my leg.
‘smooch, you getting lost?’ I joked.
‘huh, no it just helps turn you on is I feel your leg first.’ I grabbed her hand, and put it on my crotch.
‘show me, uh! Oh!”
‘sh!’
‘uh, uh!”
“Sh, you want your dad to hear you?”
‘i can’t help it.’
‘you’re really hot, and dry. let me try licking my fingers.’ she pulled her hand out, so I could feel it, and try to figure out what she did different, but it’s like trying to tickle myself. I think maybe it’s because I know it’s her hand. Her fingers between my legs, because that’s a big difference.
‘huh uh! Oh god, Lisa!”
“Sh, ihihihn!” She giggled, and yanked the pillow out to put on my head. So, I just held it up over my face, and humped her fingers. I couldn’t breath as good, but at least it muffled my grunts, so I didn’t wake my dad up. Yeah, that would be bad, and he’d probably hit the roof. Kick her out, and ground me, forbid me to ever see her again, which would break her heart, but I can’t help imagining him getting excited.
Maybe sitting down on the stairs until he gets a boner, and beating of watching her kiss my neck, then down my chest, and licking my nipple real quick on her way down underneath the covers.
“MHMHMHM!” She stopped to wiggle her tongue in my belly button, then kept going down. “OH, LISA! Oh lisa. Ohhhhhh!”
Now I know exactly what Simone ment when she called it the deepest kiss there is. I put my l knees up, and turned over. So she had to turn over too, with my legs up under her arms.
‘huh, now what?’
‘turn around sideways,’ I pulled the covers up, and rolled around. ‘i want to try the 69 position, like they did in the story?’ when Simone’s lover’s wife, I forget there names, but it doesn’t matter. She said it’s just a fantasy, so that explains why she wasn’t mad, and she felt an instant intense rush of lust. Because they made it all up, it’s just pretend, and real life people don’t play games like the Affair Game in real life, but finally I got my hair pulled up out of the way.
So, I could pillow my head on her thigh without it tickling, and I could smell her. “SNH!” Her musk? She doesn’t smell musky like a muskrat, but she doesn’t smell fishy at all either. “Huh, smooch.”
“Oh uh!” She felt over my shoulder, and around my neck, to push me face first into her fragrant sex. “LUL!”
“LUL!”
“Uh, looloolool!”
“Ooloolooloo!” It’s easy, just like follow the leader. First she tried licking up and down, so i tried that. Then, she swirled it around and round, so I just followed her lead until she found something that made me clamp her head.
‘sorry,’ she whispered. ‘too sensitive?’
‘no,’ I pushed her head, “do it ag ah uh HUH!”
BUMP!
“What was that?” I pulled the cover back, and rolled over, but then the light came on in the kitchen.
‘sh, someone’s in the kitchen.’
It was just my brother. We held the covers up over our naked bodies (Even though he saw me naked like just this morning when I got dressed for school, but he’s 4 years old, and still holing up 5 fingers when he says it, because he can’t count to 5 yet)
He had to pick up the step stool, and carry it to the sink. Then, fill up a cup of water, and move the step stool back over to the light switch to turn off the light. Then, he carried the cup in both hands back to the stairs by the night light, and then he set it on the stairs to climb back up. 1 by one, it was driving me bonkers!
I knew we had to wait for him to go back to be to get frisky again, but I just had to know what she did so badly that I couldn’t wait to ask her. ‘what was that?’
‘just your brother getting a glass of water.’
I tickled her, “I know that, what did you do with your tongue?”
‘Oh, I found your clit. That’s short for clitoris.’
‘I know what a clit is,’ I’m not completely ignorant. I have a mom, and dad, and they still have sex, so I hear them talking sometimes when they don’t know I’m in earshot. ‘but you think you can show me where yours is?’ I really want to make her feel that amazing too.
‘Huh!’ She got up, naked but we took off our PJs, and underwear when we got in bed. ‘I’ve got an idea.’ She went over to the front door, so I had to get up, and go after her.
‘what?’
She just grinned, and put her finger up, then we snuck out on the porch, still naked, right outside where anybody could see us if they walked bi.
😉
It’s not exactly a whole house we live in, even if it is 2 stories, it’s more like the corner of a house, with 3 more apartments in the other corners, or a double duplex. So, instead of a front porch, and a back porch, there’s just a post to hold the corner up. 1 door into the living room, and another one into the kitchen, but they’re just on 2 wall of the same porch.
“Uh!” she tried to pull the cushions off the porch swing. “It’s stuck?”
“No, it ties onto the corner. Hold it still.” I untied one end, then held it so it didn’t swing back, and whack the side of the house. So, we could take the cushions off into the night, and find somewhere romantic to make love.
It sure cooled off once the sun went down, but it didn’t take long for us to get hot, and steamy again. It turns out that they don’t mean hot and steamy, they just say that. Then, she showed me how to find her clitoris, which wasn’t as hard as I thought. Since she licked mine, I at least knew right were to look…
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