My First Time
"Kelly's Diary: Excerpt #3"
Season Three: Episode Fourteen
(Lifetime No: episode 29)
part three of three
Copyright © 2008
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Summary: In the ALL NEW 14th episode of Season Three of 'My First Time', Kelly and Amy continue their exploration of everything sex related. Featuring Kelly watching Amy masturbate and then tasting her own spunk and then encouraging her friend to do the same. Something Amy never thought she do in her life. Later, the girls take a shower and come out 'clean' but on shaky legs.
Original Airdate: Wednesday, March 11, 2009 @ 9:00 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW 'Jessie and Katie (in Friends and Lovers)')
Story Codes: ff, teen, oral
This excerpt continued from...Kelly's Diary Excerpt #2
Amy said, "My turn?" like she was seriously asking a question, except she wasn't. She leaned the couple of inches left between us, and planted another one on my lips, then another, then another, kind of like a three in one sort of deal. Then instead of a similar number four, she just sort of laid it on, which felt tremendously good, and would also have been tremendously frustrating, except she was also just barely moving her leg around which was not just barely feeling very nice. I mean I liked it a lot even though she wasn't doing much.
When she stopped this time, and I opened my eyes, which for some reason was getting harder and harder to do the more we practiced, I guess so I wouldn't follow Amy's bad example or something, anyway she had this sort of look on her face, like she'd just gotten up and run around the block while I wasn't looking and seen something gross too. Really exercised and freaked at the same time.
She pulled her leg again, and this time I let it go since I thought maybe she had something else in mind, but when we got untangled, she sat up and made like she was going to leave. "I gotta go," she said, kind of out of breath.
I guess maybe it was close contact with her, or maybe it's like pixie dust that gives Amy her powers or something and I had some rub off on me, but I knew that she was mostly lying, because using the facilities was like the last thing on her to do list. Don't ask me how I knew, except perhaps I was having the same sorts of ideas but like had different priorities or something.
And it was like so unfair, I mean, here I was, like pouring my heart out right on the covers there in front of her, which is kind of gross if you think about it too literally, but I'd given it the old football try or whatever the coach says to the jocks, and like now she was going to take off and do something that I had never managed to figure out because my stupid body was retarded, it wasn't even my mind and there was nothing I could do because it was like my stupid tiny tits and I couldn't fight it, and before I knew it I was trying to smother myself in a pillow because one I was so depressed and two, I couldn't stand to watch Amy walk out and know what she was going to do what I couldn't. Plus I didn't want Amy to see me cry. Again.
But no luck, she must have looked one last time or something, because the next thing I knew, other than the facts that my life was worse than hell and that there was no mercy in God or He would have struck me dead right there or something equivalent, which facts were old hat by this time in my life, Amy was hugging me sort of from behind and I could dimly hear her begging me to tell her what was wrong, and she was sorry and she didn't mean it and similar stuff.
It took me a long time before I could drag my face out of the pillow where I was buried except for a little crease I made so I could breathe, although suffocation wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't so nasty. Amy was still there, and she let me go when I started to move. When I could stand to look at her, she looked really upset too, which made me feel worse, and I almost took another dive into polyester oblivion except she grabbed me. "What did I dooo?" she wanted to know.
"It's nothing," I told her, trying to get her to go away, except I ruined it by sniffling. She got me a kleenex and made me blow my nose.
"Something," she told me, then hugged me again. "Please, Kelly, we're best friends, I don't want you to hate me like everyone else does," which was a complete laugh, she ought to try moving to Texas in the middle of seventh grade and a delayed puberty to generate some social problems, except she already lived in Texas. "I'm sorry, whatever I did-"
"You didn't DO anything!" I almost yelled at her. She was so clueless tonight. "It's just..." And then I caught myself, for this was something I really didn't want to explain.
"Just what?" she asked, and I didn't tell her, but to save some really useless conversation, I told her eventually. No surprise. I had no secrets from her except the ones she hadn't gotten around to yet. But so nobody will think I am like totally spineless, let me tell you that it took well over twenty minutes, which is about three times more than the usual. I think.
"You what?" she asked when I got done telling her.
"I don't know how!" I sighed, and told her, "I never got the trick or something."
She had this look of utter and complete shock on her face, like the one I had on when I was told we were moving to Hell I mean Texas in March. "You don't know how?"
"My God, are you even listening to me?" I asked rhetorically, because right then I was going to have a go at smothering to death in this sort of horrible culmination of my entire life, but she nodded frantically. I'd heard that you could see something in the eyes of crazy people and maybe I looked crazy then or something, but she seemed to catch on that things were not going very well in my psyche right then.
"Of course I am, I mean, I thought, I thought," she was talking really fast for some reason, "I thought it was just something you knew!"
"Well, I don't," I confessed, and made another move to drown my sorrows in my pillow but she grabbed me again.
"Wait, I can show you!" she told me, shaking my arm. "It's okay, I can show you how."
So I said the first thing that came to my mouth, which was, "What?"
"I'll show you!" she told me, then sort of looked at me in this weird sort of way, like Did I just say what I think I just said? Which was nice to see because I'd had a look like that a while ago. Then she sort of firmed up, and said like she was agreeing with herself, "I can show you, if you want."
"Um." God, this was one of those hard questions, like Do you have a driver's license miss? I wanted to know how, really bad, but like I didn't think it was something that should be like taught. But all this was Amy's fault anyway, I mean I would have been perfectly happy watching Fantasia on video but no we had to go prove something we both knew perfectly well was true, I was just bugging her. So it was sort of like Right capitalized that she should be the one to fix it. So like before I had anything like my parents would have wanted me to have in the way of thoughts, like This might be fun so I'd better not do it, I said okay. Well, I sort of had them, but I forced them down. They would have been sort of proud that I had them at all.
Amy said that she had to take off her clothes to show me, because she could do it without taking them off but then I couldn't see anything. This was a really disturbing concept, her being naked, but I couldn't figure out anything else, I mean, she was so right this time my parents couldn't have figured out an objection except changing the subject like "Did you do the dishes yet?" So I said okay, and she took All Her Clothes Off.
It wasn't the first time, she had a swimming pool and it was just easier to change in her room together, and then there was gym of course, but this was majorly different. For one thing, she got on the bed and told me to come closer so I could watch. I did, and it was kind of weird, looking at her from like up close, I mean I was more than a foot away but before I'd tried not to look too hard when she was naked or I was or what ever. It was a lot like looking at myself in the mirror except it was a better angle and I could see stuff that I couldn't normally. And she wasn't so sickeningly ugly.
She laid on her back and propped her head up, and then started playing with her nipples a little bit, which just watching made mine hurt, so I asked, "Do I have to do that?"
"It makes it more fun," she said.
"But mine hurt so bad when I touch them..."
"Just be really REALLY light with them, that's what I used to do," she told me. Now, don't get the idea that she had like monster boobs like Laura, they were about as tall as mine but sort of more spread around or filled out or something.
She closed her eyes and started stroking them, pretty lightly, and when i was sure she wasn't watching, I started to do the same thing. She was right, again. If I went really light it felt okay. Except after a little while it felt more than okay.
"You watching?" Amy asked, and I opened my eyes, and she was smiling at me but not like she was going to laugh at me, more like she was happy for me, which kind of agreed with what she said because she said, "Yeah, like that. Gently."
She kept one hand playing with her nipple, but the other one she sort of slid down her stomach, dragging her nails along like she was scratching herself lightly. When she got into her pubic hair, she sort of stopped and started rubbing the whole thing, which I already knew didn't do it. "Try that," she told me without looking.
I was like really embarrassed by the idea, but I mean she was doing it first AND she was completely nude, so I pulled off my shirt and did what she had done. My fingernails even though they were all crappy, kind of left like tingles which floated loose and around my body for a while when I did it. When I got to my pubic hair and started to rub, gently, like she said, it was nice, but not quite nice enough. I was going to complain but I figured she knew what she was doing.
She rubbed for a while, and so did I, and then she put a couple of fingers in between her legs and rubbed them around the loose skin which I vaguely recall was the labia or something like that. So I did the same thing, on me not her of course, and it was nice, too. Almost nicer. Amy just kept rubbing back and forth, and so I did too, and it got nicer the longer I did it. Eventually it got so nice that I had to lie down myself, so I grabbed a pillow so I could watch what was going on, and laid down like so my head was near her feet and vice versa. She kind of smiled at me as I did all this, but she didn't stop rubbing, though I had to. She waited for me, though, and I got sort of back to where I was before.
Amy was starting to smell a little, and when I looked I knew why, because there was a little clear stuff leaking out, and I knew what that was, but she did something that I never would have in like twenty lifetimes, she stuck her finger in it and then like licked her finger. When she did that, she sort of groaned, and then looked at me I guess to make sure I was doing it too, which I wasn't. "Come on," she told me, "it's not that bad. Ask Rob," she giggled, and then stuck her hand back where it was and started to rub again.
I guess she was right in a way, I mean, it wasn't poisonous or anything, but I still hesitated, but then I figured, well this wasn't the first time I heard about this, and maybe it was part of what I was missing, so I rubbed my finger in it and then brought it up to my face. It smelled like it always did when I cleaned myself off. It tasted... weird. And not like fish, like the guys always said it did. Of course, it didn't smell like that either. Just the idea was gross, but when I stuck my tongue out and licked my finger, it was like I'd been shocked. It was a certain kind of shock, and it sort of centered between my legs, so I put my hand back there and rubbed some more. It felt better than it had before.
Amy was getting cramps or something from laying there that long, because she was like moving around, but not much, and she kept her hand going like a trooper, as they say. So I did too.
But I kept watching, so when she stuck her finger inside, I saw that. She was sort of moving it around, but I couldn't see what exactly she was doing, so I tried to imitate it the best I could. I guess I was, because I slowly figured out that Amy wasn't having cramps, it was sort of like music, you just sort of had to move to it. I tried really hard to not kick her in the head.
We sort of went on for a while, and I started to think of Rob, Sandy's boyfriend, because he was a lot better to think about than any of the guys at school, and that sort of kept me busy for a long time. I got distracted when Amy started to moan, and then I gave up completely when she said something which would get me grounded if I repeated it and yanked off the bed, a lot like Sandy had, and then thrashed around a while like Sandy had, and I hoped she wasn't going to cry like Sandy had because I was going to. Because once again, I missed the boat.
"Kelly! Kellykellykelly, wait!" she said as she jumped off the bed and chased me down before I could make it out my bedroom door. I was having vague ideas about throwing myself under a truck or something. "Wait, I'll help, I promise! Wait, come here," and she led me back to the bed, and handed me a kleenex because I was crying again, and then she pulled the covers up and wrapped them around me like a little kid in a blanket and I was so upset I didn't even care that I was going to get everything slimy.
When I finally couldn't cry any more, she put her face right in front of mine, and told me, "I said I'd teach you how, it's okay, just lie backwards, okay?" She pushed me as she was talking, so it wasn't like I had a choice so I laid down.
When she put her hand in MY crotch, though, I sat right back up. "What-!" I started to scream at her as I yanked her hand out.
"Look, it's like the Yellow Pages, right, my fingers know how to do the walking, so just lie down and I'll show you what to do."
"But-" and she stuck her hand down there again and I yanked myself about a foot up the bed. "Stop!"
"Kellyyyyy," she said, like she was sad. "It's okay, I promise."
"But, but, I mean, I, but can't you just show me or something?"
She sighed. "It'd be easier if I just showed you. Come on."
She talked me into it, sort of, but I couldn't keep from trying to pull her hands out, it was like she was tickling me at the same time. Finally she sat back, and gave me this really dirty look followed by this look that if you knew Amy you would run away when you saw it, but she just told me to lay on my stomach and we'd try it that way.
So I rolled over, and then she put her hand between my legs and started to stroke things, and before I knew it I was trying to make her stop again because it TICKLED, but then she put her hand back and a few seconds later I tried to pull her hand out except this time her other hand was holding one of her socks and she grabbed one wrist and the other and then my hands were tied.
I said, "What the-" and I was going to say a lot of other things I learned back in Cincinatti from a friend of mine who had this really amazing vocabulary but she interrupted.
"Wait, roll back over, this'll keep your hands out of the way." I looked at her sort of behind my shoulder, and she had this It's Not What It Looks Like Really expression on her face. "Really, it's okay, I'm not gonna leave you or anything, it's just so you won't keep stopping me."
I thought about it so hard I'm surprised my hair didn't cook, but there wasn't like a whole lot I could do about it except maybe start screaming that I was about to be kidnapped by space aliens and wake my parents up, and they'd ask so many stupid questions that I'd rather be taken to Arcturus or wherever. So I rolled over.
Instead of laughing at me or doing something evil like spraying shaving cream in my face which was what had happened the last time I got tied up, she made me roll BACK over so she could put some pillows down for me and then made me roll back over AGAIN on the pillows. I was a little confused myself by then, but I was on my back and Amy was sitting next to me and smiling as I waited for everything to stop spinning.
She stroked my front, like around my stomach, and it felt almost like being tickled, except there was something else there which kept me from trying to kick her in the face. Sort of like she was drawing lines in my nervous system or something. She did that for a few strokes, then put her whole hand on me, and just let it sit there for a little while and be warm. Then she started rubbing me lightly, using both hands.
It felt really nice, like a good back rub from a friend, except of course it wasn't my back, but it felt really nice and warm and relaxing. She did that for a while, moving all around, and then sort of moved up my body to the pain zone on my chest. I got all tense again, because I swear all someone has to do is think at my chest and my hibouncers start to hurt, but she put a finger on each nipple so light I could barely tell they were there. When she started to rub, I jerked, but it wasn't because it felt ticklish or because it hurt. It sent some kind of signal downstairs saying, Hey this is major good stuff!
"See?" she said. "I told you this would work." I put aside Amy being right yet again, because I had done better in the kissing thing, which thought must have triggered Amy's telepathy because she stopped rubbing and leaned close and kissed me on the lips. It was kind of light, but that was good right then.
Then she moved down and kissed each of my nipples, which felt really nice, and then she licked at one, which hurt like hell so I told her not to do that any more in one nasty word. She didn't, she put her fingers back up there and they were like feathers except not ticklish at all, just very very light and nice.
When I guess she figured I was ready, she moved off my breasts and down my sides, which was extremely stimulating but since it was both sides at once I had no idea which way to jump so I just sat there and tried to breathe again.
Amy gave me this grin, like See? and rubbed my thighs really firmly like I was having cramps except I never got cramps on the outsides of my hips. She was moving her hands in circles, and the circles started moving towards each other, which felt better and better the more she did it.
I realized about then that I wasn't going to catch my breath for a long time, so I gave up trying to be nice and quiet and just sat back and tried to get enough. I also tried to move some way or another, but like with everything else with this, I didn't know which way to go so after a few seconds I stopped because I didn't have any idea and Amy did.
After what seemed like a long time, she touched my pubic hair with both hands at the same time, then she put her hands in between my legs and sort of pulled them apart so I was sort of spread out in this really revealing position which I figured I was going to be embarrassed about some time in the future. But not now, it felt too good.
Amy moved so she was sitting in between my legs, so I couldn't close them I guess, and she started rubbing my thighs again, which felt as good as it had before. Like last time, she started circles that moved closer and closer, and before I really knew it I caught myself making a really embarrassing but heartfelt noise that I don't really know how to spell.
Instead of making fun of me or giggling, Amy just said, "See? Isn't that nice?" and I would have told her yes except she didn't stop so instead of saying Uh-huh I said something like Yuh-nuh-uh-mmmm. She snorted then, but I guess it was funny if you weren't having it done to you, and she didn't stop or anything either.
Finally, instead of making circles, what she did was put her palms on either side and put her thumbs out, and started rubbing me directly. THAT felt so good right then that I think I tried to slam her hands as hard against me as I could. She pulled with me, though, and kept rubbing with her thumbs.
This all felt so good I could barely stand it, and I hoped Amy wasn't upset because just like earlier I sort of had to dance to my body music except now instead of like a waltz it was like thrash metal and I couldn't stop moving. I guess that was why she moved and then like pinned my legs down with her arms. It felt better, sort of like giving me something to push against, so I did.
She moved all around, and it didn't hurt like it usually did, and I sort of dimly wondered why in what was left of my brain until I figured it out, and I would have smacked myself a lot if my hands weren't at the moment under my back and tied together. All that clear stuff! It was really slick, and she'd probably put it all over her thumbs or fingers or whatever she was using and that's why it didn't hurt like it did when I did it because, well, that was something I'd never thought of doing. I thought it was gross but at this point gross was pretty darn exciting and when I thought of her fingers and me all over them I said a few other things I didn't even know what they were at the time and pushed even harder against her.
She pushed back, and it was a good thing because I was really starting to thrash around, except she was holding me down, or I might have fallen off the bed. I could feel SOMEthing building up, and I kind of had a good idea what it was, but it was all new to me anyway, and Amy just would not stop...
Then it was like where Bugs Bunny lights a fuse on a stick of dynamite, and you know it's going to explode, just not when, but you know it's coming; that's how I felt, except it was like Amy had lit ME and I was gonna blow up in some short I hoped amount of time, because it was like the most intense thing in the world, and I only managed to keep from screaming by biting myself in the lip, and even that felt good...
I guess it was a little after that that It Happened, because everything went really hazy bright like a flashlight in the eyes, and I went off, I guess. I sort of recall I lifted myself off the bed entirely, and I don't think I screamed because I was biting my lip so hard but I was probably moaning a lot, and it went on and on like waves at the beach just over and over...
Now I Got It, and I could understand what all the fuss was about.
When it ended, I was kind of sore, and then I hurt a lot in like several different places. "See?" Amy said, and I would have said something back except my lip was bleeding, so I just nodded. Then she saw something like blood on my lip or something because she helped me sit up, which I didn't think I could do because I didn't think I had bones any more, and then she got me a kleenex and stuck it on my lip where I could mouth it in place, like a horse or something, while she untied my hands, which hurt too. I think she tied the sock too tight.
Or maybe I was pulling on it too hard. Anyway, when I got free, I grabbed the kleenex with one hand and Amy with the other, and I just hugged her as hard as I could, because I knew how hard it was for her, and it had felt so good, and it was like my first time and she was the one that showed me and all sorts of other stuff which is why I hugged her so long. She hugged me back until we stopped, and then she gave me a little kiss on the cheek, like she does sometimes.
Right then, I didn't want anything but sleep, but Amy reminded me that sleeping with makeup on is like a really bad idea, so we went to go wash it off in the bathroom. I was almost scared to find out how late it was - almost half past one - because I hadn't realized how long it took or something.
One weird thing was, we like held hands going to the bathroom to clean up, and it felt like really good and right, even though this was more like boyfriend sort of privileges. But I guess it was okay, like when you were little and held the teacher's hand, and Amy had taught me a whole lot tonight, and besides, she grabbed my hand not the other way around. And I felt so nice to her right then that she could have done almost anything and I would have said Okay.
We were all sweaty and stuff, so when Amy suggested a shower, I said okay, and like I mentioned I was even going to let her go first, but then she said no, that it was more fun with two.
I thought that maybe she would show me something else, but I guess all she wanted to do was shower, because she got soap and washcloths and stuff and when we got under the water I felt like really clean for the first time in at least a year or so, I mean the stuff in the bedroom was fun but I never did like being sticky, and with Amy there she could really scrub my back, which I thought might help cut down on the back zit problem. But I scrubbed hers first, because like I said I kind of owed her.
I almost fell getting out of the shower because I was like so exhausted, and I think my legs were beginning to twitch like the time I tried to run a mini marathon or like Sandy's were, and I thought that that was why until I remembered she'd been epilepsing first and this was after, for me. Amy helped me into a towel and back to the room and into the bed which wasn't grossed out like I was scared it would be, and she got me dressed like a little kid and then she climbed in next to me and that was the last thing I remember except she kissed me on the lips like Mom used to do sometimes when I was little and she was nice, a long time ago.
I have to put down what happened the next day when we woke up, except it's really late now and I have to get up tomorrow to go to church. I don't know how they could find a church right in the middle of Hell I mean Texas, it seems like it has to be a trick somehow, and you'd think that my parents would listen to something like me saying It's a trap of the Devil and we shouldn't go. That's an important statement that one shouldn't ignore offhandedly. But listening to me is like the last thing on their to do list, right behind leaving here and going to someplace decent, and way under things like building a ladder to the moon so they can get fresh cheese. And I am like completely exhausted, again, by now, so I guess I'll finish the story later.
Waterford Wrote this:
How come these thiings did not happen to me when I was early teen. I liked it.
Written by
Helen Hayes
Wednesday Night on...
(Spring 2009)
* * 8:00 * *
Slash TV
* * 8:30 * *
Jessie and Katie
* * 9:00 * *
My First Time
* * 9:30 * *
Unsung