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 Encounter At The Pool m/g

   By Tanya Writer

   (C) copyright Tanya Writer 2022

   An older teen boy meets a young girl at a pool and they get involved
with each other.  m/g

   This is a work of fiction for adults only.  The characters and their
actions are fiction and none of this has ever happened.  The author does
not condone or endorse any illegal activities written of in the story. 
This is just a story, do not do this at home.  If you are under the age of
majority in your state or country please go somewhere else this story is
not for you.

   Encounter At The Pool



   It was another hot summer afternoon, and the air conditioner wasn't
working so well.  There wasn't much on TV on a Thursday. 
Seventeen-year-old Sherman had a license, but his mom took the only car to
work.  He was bored-hot and bored.

   He could go swimming, that would cool him off.  But to do it, he would
have to ride his bike a few miles to the nearest pool.  It was at a high
school in another town.  How come his high school didn't have a pool?

   Silly question.  They lived on the wrong side of the tracks.  But not
too far from the tracks.  The trains coming through the night would wake
him up with their horns.  If it was a big train and it was going fast, it
could cause the bedroom to rumble.

   Sometimes he thought about living with his dad, but then his step-mom
hated him, and the feeling was about mutual.  She wasn't a nice person.  He
wondered why his dad married her.  At least he understood about the
problems his parents had together.  He also understood why they got
married. His father was 18 and his mom was 16 and pregnant.

   Back in the 1960s when he was born, if you knocked a girl up, you had to
marry her.  He was smart enough not to make the same mistake.  But he
wanted sex just as much as any virginal boy.  He wasn't much attracted to
the girls at his high school.  He liked the girls from the intermediate
school down the street, the seventh and eighth-grade girls.

   All that started about a year ago, he saw a guy putting a bunch of
magazines in the dumpster behind the adult bookstore.  He went back there
in the early morning hours.  The store was closed.  It wasn't light out
yet. He opened up the dumpster and looked in.  It was what he figured:
porno magazines.  He could get some Playboys and not have to pay for them.
Not that at 17 anyone would have sold them to him, anyway.

   It was dark to see much.  But he could see that some of the magazines
were just nudes.  But others were men having sex with girls.  Sherman
grabbed up a couple dozen magazines and put them in a large bag he brought.
He hopped on his bike and peddled away before anyone caught him.  He hid
them in a place in the one-car garage where he knew his mom wouldn't find
them.  He sneaked back into the house before his mom knew he had been out.

   He had to wait a couple of days before he could sneak them into the
house.  When he was alone, he began to look at them.  He took the
precaution of taking off his pants, as he knew he was going to masturbate
to them.  They had titles like Lolitas, Tight and Tender, and Young and
Free.  As he looked at them, his dick got harder than it had ever been
before.  He almost couldn't believe what he was seeing on the pages.  But
that didn't stop him from jerking to what he saw.

   A couple of magazines had men or boys not much older than himself having
sex with girls, young girls.  The girls were like his half sisters: Sharon,
who was ten, and Beverly, who was eight.

   The girls in the photos were naked and smiling.  Their chests were flat
and their pussies hairless.  They were taking the men's cocks in their
mouths.  Other showed them put at least the head of their cock into their
pussies, it wasn't clear how far they had gotten into the girl.  But one
thing that was clear was the cum they left all over the pussies.

   Those girls got Sherman so hard he was cumming, too.  Once he seen those
magizine he got to liking those seventh and eighth-grade girls with their
budding breasts.  But these younger girls in the magazines got Sherman so
excited too.

   It was too hot to stay in the house, even if it meant he could be naked
in his room looking at the magazines.  He had looked at them so many times
now.  He had cum to them many times.  It was too hot in the house to do
that again.

   Maybe if he went to the pool, he could cool off.  Maybe he could check
out the girls.  He knew that when girls dove into the pool it would pull
down the bottoms of her suit and he could see at least see some bare butts.
If he was really lucky could see a little more than that.

   Sherman wasn't a great swimmer.  He wouldn't be winning any races, but
at least he knew how to swim.  He was standing along the edge of the pool
in water four feet deep.  He was just over a foot and a half taller than
that.  He had enough of himself in the water to keep himself cool, and
enough out to not get too cold.

   Suddenly, there was a flash over his shoulder.  A girl had run and
launched herself into the water.  She came up and turned and started to
swim back to the side to near where Sherman was.  She could barely swim. 
She was doing the dog paddle and not even doing a good job of it.  Water
was splashing in her face, which was turning red as she struggled.

   When she got close enough, Sherman reached out and grabbed her arm and
pulled her over to the side.

   "Thanks," she said as she reached up and took a hold of the edge of the
pool.

   "You don't swim so well," Sherman said.  "Maybe you should stay in
shallower water."

   "I know, but I like to jump in the water and you can't jump in there,"
she said as she pointed to the shallow end.

   "If you're going to go in the water, you should swim better.  How come
you can't?"

   "Because no one showed me how," she said simply.  Even standing on the
tips of her toes, she had to tip her head back.  She still was barely able
to keep her nose and mouth out of the water.

   "You wanna learn?" Sherman asked.

   "You can teach me?" She answered his question with one of her own.

   "Yeah, come on, we need to be in shallower water." He took her arm and
towed her into the shallow water.  As he walked, he asked, "What's your
name?"

   "Jill."

   "How old are you Jill?"

   "Nine and a half."

   "Then it's about time you learned.  I can't believe that you haven't
learned before now.  Don't you live around here?  Can't you come here and
swim?"

   "No, I'm here at my aunt's.  My mom is in the hospital, she has to have
an operation.  So I'm staying with my aunt for a few days.  We live up in
the mountains."

   "They don't have any lakes or pools or anything up there?"

   "There is a lake but you can't swim in very much.  It all frozen during
the winter.  In summer, the water is still real cold."

   "How come you're here now instead of that your aunt's?"

   "My aunt Mimi said she has a headache and I make too much noise and it
makes it worse."

   He now had her in water, where she could easily stand up.  "Can you open
your eyes under water?"

   "No."

   "You'll have to do it to swim."

   "If I do, bad chemicals won't go in my eyes?"

   Sherman had a pair of goggles on his head.  "Here you can wear these."
He gave her the goggles.  But the band was too loose to fit around her
head. He spent the next couple of minutes shortening the band so it would
fit a smaller head.  "Here, try it on now."

   She got it on.  It was now too tight.  He loosened it a bit.  "Does that
fit you better?"

   "Yeah."

   "Duck your head under and open your eyes.  I will hold up some fingers
and you tell me how many.  OK?"

   "Okay."

   She took a big breath, then put her head under the water.  She opened
her eyes, but she held her nose.

   He held up three fingers in front of her face.  She came up, letting out
her breath, and said, "Three."

   "That's right.  But I want to do this longer.  I will hold up fingers
and I want you to stay under the water.  You hold up your hand above the
water, and you put up the same number of fingers that I hold up.  You
understand?"

   Jill shook her head yes, then taking a big breath, she went back under.
He held up one finger she responded by holding up one finger.  She came up.

   "OK, that was good Jill, but I want you to stay under longer.  I will
hold fingers several times.  You wait until I've done it four times, then
you come up?"

   "OK," another big breath and she went under.  First, he held up four
fingers before she responded with the same number.  Then it was two and
then three.  Each time, she held up the correct number of fingers. 
Finally, he held up one, but being a bit naughty, the one he held up was
his middle finger.  She stuck her middle finger up back at him.

   That was it.  She had run out of breath and came back up.  She continued
to hold up her middle finger at him.  "Why are you giving me the finger?"

   "Because you did it to me."

   "I just wanted to make sure you really saw my fingers and not guessing."

   "No, I just think you're a naughty boy," she giggled.

   Sherman asked, "Why do you hold your nose?"

   "So water don't go up it."

   "There is a way to stop it from doing that without holding your nose. 
You know you have to have both hands free to be able to swim."

   "How do you stop it?"

   "You just let a little air out through your nose.  If air is coming out,
water can't go in.  Try it."

   Another big breath and under she went.  He looked.  He could see little
bubbles coming from her face.  Then she popped her head up.  "How did that
work?"

   "Real good.  I didn't get any water up my nose."

   "OK, to swim, you have to learn how to kick your legs.  Hold on to the
side here, and lay out on the water." She took hold of the edge and laid
out, but when she went to kick, she was kicking by bending her knees.  "No,
to kick you can't bend your knees.  You have to kick from your hips.  You
have to kick from up here." Sherman said as he touched her butt.

   She tried again, but it wasn't much better.  He tried to take and hold
her knees and keep them straight.  He couldn't do it standing beside her.
He made her spread her legs, and he got between them.  He took one knee in
each hand, then had her kick.  This time, she couldn't bend her knees.  He
made her kick from her hips.  He was looking at her small butt in the tight
dark blue bottoms of her two piece suit.  It gave him nasty thoughts of the
girls in the magazines.  He had her do it for a while.  He let go of her
knees.  He still continued to encourage her to kick from her hips.  He got
a little daring and put his hands on her hips.

   He even touched her butt on the guise that she was about to use the
muscles there to power her legs.  The second time he put his hands on her
butt, he kept them there for a few seconds.  She turned her head and looked
at him.  It was then that he took his hands off her.  Looking at her and
touching her there gave him a boner.

   After a couple of minutes of working like that, she seemed to have it.
He had her turn around.  "I'm gonna lead you around.  I want you to put
your head in the water and open your eyes.  And remember to let the air out
of your nose slowly.  At the same time, I want you to kick your legs, just
like you were just doing.  Take my hands and we'll go." He started taking
her around the shallow end.  When she was being pulled along by him as he
walked backwards, she could see a lump in his trunks sticking out.  The
cool water wasn't shrinking him.

   He led her around.  When she needed to take a breath, she would stop and
put her feet on the bottom.

   "You need to just pick up your head and take a breath, then put your
head back down." He led her out into deeper water.  He could stand up and
walk, but she would be in water too deep for her to stand up without
standing on her tiptoes.

   When she tried to stand up and take a breath, she was in too deep to
stand up.  She got a little panicked.  He still had a hold of her hands and
told her, "You're fine.  Just take your breath and put your head back down
and kick." He kept her in deeper water until she had taken breathes several
times.

   Then he led her back to shallower water where she could finally stand up
and looked at him.  "You took me in deep water where I couldn't stand up."

   "That was the whole idea that you swim in water where you can't stand
up. You learn how to swim and how to breathe in water over your head."

   "I could've drowned.  I don't know how to swim in water so deep."

   "I'm not going to let anything happen to you.  You have to trust me."

   Standing up in the shallow end he said to her."You need to learn how to
move your arms." He swam to the end of the pool and back to her.  "Did you
see how I was using my arms?  You need to move them in the same way." He
stood in front of her with one hand at his side, with the other he reached
up over his head.  He pulled that arm down slightly under himself and a
little to the side.  In the meantime, his other arm, which had been down by
his side, circled over her head and stretched out was above his head.  The
result was one arm was in motion, reaching over his head and the other
moving alongside of his body.  He had her do the same.  They stood in the
water practicing her arm movements as they did it together.

   He had her move to lie out in the water.  "We'll do it this way." He got
between her legs from behind her.  He took a hold of her hips.  OK, you put
your face in the water and move your arms like we just practiced.  She
tried kicking her legs.  "No, don't do the kicking right now.  We'll work
on the arms only." He moved up so that his body was right up against hers.
"Don't put your feet down to breathe, remember?  Turn your head to the
side. When your right arm is pulling back toward you leg, then turn you
head to the right side and take in a big breath through your mouth.  You
want to be letting the air slowly out through your nose all the time. 
You're doing that?"

   Jill gave a shake of her head.  He took a better grip on her waist.  His
hands were moving down her body.  They were now more on her hips.  There
weren't any real hips.  She was straight up and down, about the same
measurements: chest, waist and hips.  But the changing position of his
hands did lower the back of her suit bottoms a bit and a little of her

butt crack could be seen by Sherman.

   While she practiced her arm stroke, Sherman took advantage of her.  He
slowly was moving his hands down her body, and with it her bottoms were
slid down.  He wasn't far from getting his fingers on her little muff.  She
finally stopped it by stopping her arm stroke and standing up so she could
pull her bottoms back up.

   He let her go.  "OK, you try it now.  Do your arms and legs together."
Stepping back, he let her try it.  She did it.  She was able to move both
arms and legs at the same time.  She needed a little practice to get her
co-ordination down, but she had the basic movements.  Her down fall was she
kept stopping and trying to stand up to get a breath.

   Sherman went back to working the arm strokes with her.  This time
working on the breathing as they stood together in the shallow end.  He
emphasized the breathing, when he was breathing out and when he was
breathing in.  He had her doing the same.  "OK, you try it again, and this
time breath with your arm stroke.  See if you can go all the way across the
pool without stopping."

   They started from one side and headed to the other.  Sherman swam
alongside her with his head out of the water so he could watch her as she
swam.  She made it.  She was so thrilled.  But before he let her get too
excited, he said, "You have to learn how to tread water too."

   He showed her how he moved his legs, and what he did with his arms, as
well as his general body position.  He went over and stood by her side,
holding on to her while she tried first the feet, then the arms.  Then he
let her go.  She did it.  There wasn't much to it.

   In celebration, she threw her arms around him and gave him a hug.  They
then spent the next twenty minutes swimming around the shallow end of the
pool until Jill had the real hang of it.  Then Sherman suggested that they
try going into the deep end.  They would jump off the diving board.

   Sherman went first, just jumping off the end.  He moved a little way out
of the way.  He tread water, waiting.  Then it was Jill's turn.  She ran
down the board and jumped, but it wasn't straight off.  She jumped towards
Sherman.  He had to move quick to keep her from landing on him.

   "You need to jump straight off.  You can't go jumping towards people. 
You might hurt someone," he said as he continued to tread water, now
holding her arm.  "Go swim to the ladder."

   She swam to it and climbed out.  As her body left the level of the
water, the weight of the water pulled her bottoms down a bit.  Sherman got
a look at part of her bare butt.  He followed her up the ladder.  They
would go off the board again.  This time Jill first.  "Just move out of the
way over towards the side and you can wait for me."

   She ran again and jumped from the end, this time straight out.  When she
came up, she swam a couple of strokes toward the side, turned and treading
water, watched as Sherman this time did a little dive from the end of the
board.  He came up next to her.

   "How do you do that?"

   "It's easy.  It doesn't take much.  You want to learn to dive?"

   "Yeah."

   "OK, come with me." he swam over to the ladder, but had her climb it
first with the same result only more.  Her bottoms came down a little
lower, and Sherman was all eyes to see it.

   He walked her over to a place along the edge of the deep end where there
wasn't anybody along the side.  He had her stand with her arms over her
head, bent at the waist so her head was pointing down towards the water. 
She was about to roll into the water head first.  She tried, but it was
more face and knees first.  She came back up.  He reached down and took her
hands and lifted her out of the water.  Again, her suit went down.  This
time, standing in front of her, he could see down it.  It almost went low
enough to see her pussy slit.  Which very much inflamed Sherman, or at
least his cock.

   "Watch me." He stood along the edge in the same position she had been
in, but when he dove, he went in head first.  He got out and had her try
it. It had the same result as she had before.  Head and knees first. 
Again, he took her by the hands and pulled her up out of the water.  It had
the same effect on her bottoms.  He could almost see the top of her slit.
She stood and pulled her bottoms back up and got into position.

   "Where you're making your mistake is, you have to pick up your heels. 
So when you go in, make it your head first and your feet last."

   She tried it again.  This time, when she started to go, he grabbed her
legs and tried to lift them up.  It was too much, and she ended up almost
flipping over and landing on her back.  That created a loud smacking noise.


   When Jill came up, she was none the worse for the wear.  It might have
sounded loud, but it didn't hurt.  Again, Sherman lifted her out of the
water.  Again, her bottoms went down, not quite as much this time.  She
adjusted her bottoms and got into position again.  This time he held out
his arm and told her she had to lift herself over his arm when she went in.
She tried.  She did better, not fully right, but she was getting the idea.
They tried again, with Sherman almost getting to see her kitty when he
pulled her out.  Once more, she tried it.  This time she got it.  It also
cause her bottoms to go down, Sherman saw all of her little white butt. 
She came up and had to pull her bottoms back up.

   Sherman jumped in next to her.  "You did it, good job."

   "I don't want to do it any more," Jill said.

   "Let's go down to the other end," Sherman suggested.

   "Yeah."

   "You want a ride?"

   "OK."

   "Climb on my back." She was on top of him with her arms around his neck.
He did sort of breast stroke with his head out of the water as she rode
back down to where he could stand up.  It was still over her head.  She
grabbed on to the side of the pool.  He was there.  He started to swim
across the pool to the other side.

   She followed him.  She didn't see him.  A guy came out of nowhere and
crashed into her.  She broke her stroke and ended up getting a mouth of
water.  She began to panic.  But then she struggled to the rope that
divided the deep from the shallow ends.  She pulled herself to the side of
the pool.  Sherman swam over to her as quickly as he could.  She threw her
arms around him.  He could touch the bottom with his head above the water
if he stood on his toes.  He was obliged to support their combined weight.
He held her, supporting her by having his hands under her butt.  Her
sitting on his hands.  She put her legs around his waist.  She had him.

   He walked them down to shallower water.  He raised his hands off her
butt and had her by her belly.  He then started tickling her.  She laughed
and began to squirm.  She jumped down off him and backed off.  She began to
splash him.  A splash fight ensued.  They traded splashes for a while as
they walked around the shallow end.  One time, she got too close to him. 
He lunged out and grabbed an arm.  He pulled her into himself.  He began to
tickle her again.  She was laughing and squirmed.  But she didn't try to
get away.

   While tickling her with one hand, he used the other to feel her up.  A
hand went across her chest.  He couldn't feel anything there.  She was as
flat as some of the girls in the magazines.  That got Sherman hard again.

   He grabbed her upper thighs.  She was just as ticklish as there too.  A
couple of time he had a finger run up the center of her pussy.  It went
right down between her lips.  She paused for a second when he did that,
then went back to squirming.

   Sherman got bolder.  With one hand tickling, the other hand went down
and cupped her crotch.  No real reaction from her.  While still tickling
her, he pushed the leg opening of her suit to the side.  He moved his
fingers over.  He had them right on her pussy.  He was tickling her and, at
the same time, stroking her kitty.  She squirmed less, but she didn't stop
him.  That continues for about 10 seconds.  Jill looked down.  He stopped,
pulling his hand away.  She moved a step away from him and readjusted her
suit.

   She stepped back to him and quietly said, "You pulled my suit to the
side and were touching me there." It was said not as an accusation, but as
a statement of fact.

   "No, I didn't," Sherman denied, hoping not to get in trouble for being
so bold with her.

   "Yes, you did," Jill said firmly.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it," Sherman changed his story, still
hoping not to get into trouble.

   "Yes, you did mean it.  You've been touching me since you started
teaching me.  Why did you stop now?"

   "You didn't mind my touching?  You liked it?"

   "Of course, or I would have stopped you.  But I'm only a little girl,
you're much older.  You liked touching me?"

   "Yeah, you're really cute."

   When he said it, it made her brown eyes twinkle.  "Wow.  No boy has ever
said I was cute, especially an older boy like you." Jill was pretty, with a
small nose and bowstring mouth under her big brown eyes.  Her light brown
hair was cut, so that she had bangs that stayed out of her eyes, even
though the rest of her hair was down to her shoulder.

   By now, she had taken a step towards him.  She was close enough to him,
he put his arms around her.  He leaned down so he could speak into her ear.
"Did anybody tell you that you're sexy?"

   "Oh gosh no," she said.  He pulled her closer.  He pressed his hard cock
against her.

   He walked her to the end of the pool and turned his back to the rest of
the pool.  He turned her around so she was facing the same direction as
him. He grabbed her and pulled her against himself again.  He reached
around her and put his hand down the front of her bottoms.  He made contact
with her kitty.  His fingers walked up and down the thin slit.

   On the wall right in front of them there was a large clock.  The pool
was open until 5:00, it was now 4:30.  Sherman would like to do more with
the girl, but the pool would close in half an hour.  "What time do you have
to be home?" He asked her.

   "Whenever the pool closes."

   "Is somebody going to come and pick you up?"

   "No.  I have to walk home.  Just like I walked here."

   "Do you live very far?"

   "Not like so far, but it is a little walk.  Why?"

   "Maybe we can go somewhere.  You want to do more than what we are doing
now?"

   "Like what?"

   "Have you ever kissed a boy?"

   "No.  Why you want to kiss me?"

   "Yeah, would that be OK with you?"

   "Oh gosh yes, no boy has ever paid any attention to me like you."

   "So you want to?"

   "OK, but where?"

   "Let me think about it but, I need to go to the bathroom right now." He
pulled his hand out of her suit and waded to the end of the pool.  Pushing
his hands down on the top of the deck, he was able to almost jump up out of
the pool, the water there being only three feet deep.

   He went into the locker room.  As he stood at the urinal doing his
business, which wouldn't start at first because he was so hard.  He tried
to think of a place to take Jill where they could be alone and not seen. 
As he headed out of the bathroom, he chanced to look.  There was a back
door to the locker room.  He went over to it.  It had a push bar on the
door.  He pushed it and the door could be opened.  He stuck his head out.
There was a barrier just like at the pool room door.  One would walk down a
short walkway that was U shaped.  It had a hard turn into the locker room.
It was made that way so no one could see in if they were just walking by.
To see in or go in, you had to intend to do it.  There could be no
accidental sights.  He also looked at the outside of the door.  There was a
handle which could be pulled to open the door.

   He let go of the door.  It closed on its own.  He noted that there was a
pin at the top of the door.  It slid into a hole in the door jamb above. 
When he pressed on the bar, it lowered the pin and it came out of its hole
in the upper jam, and the door could be pushed open.  He held the bar in
while the door closed.  The door closed, but while the bar was held in the
pin didn't set into the hole and the door could be opened.

   If the pin wasn't set in the hole, then for all intents, the door wasn't
locked.  But how to keep the bar pushed in?  He thought for a minute.  What
if the pin couldn't set into the hole in the jam above?  How to stop that.
He had it, stuff something in the hole and then the pin can't set in it. 
But what to fill the hole with?  There were paper towels.  He could use
some to plug up the hole.

   Next problem was how to reach up there?  Sherman was only five feet
seven inches (and a skinny 120 pounds).  He couldn't reach up there.  He
looked around.  There was a door next to the bathroom marked janitor.  He
tried the knob.  It wouldn't turn as it was locked.  Just for the heck of
it, he tried pulling on the door.  To his surprise, it opened.  Inside were
janitorial supplies.  A length of hose connected to a faucet.  There was a
small step stool.

   He looked around.  No one was there.  He went over to the bathroom and
took some paper towels.  He grabbed the step stool and walked to the back
door.  Setting up the stool, he pushed the bar to open the door.  While
holding the door open, he stepped up onto the stool.  He jammed the hole
full of the paper.  He let the door go.  It moved to close.  It was fully
closed, but the pin couldn't set in the hole.  He gave it a push.  The door
opened.

   He got down and put the stool away.  He went back and checked the door.
It would open without having to push on the bar.  He closed the door to the
janitor's closet, then threw away what paper towels he had left.

   Jill was sitting on the side of the pool when he came out.  "What took
you so long?"

   "I was fixing up somewhere we can go." He looked it had taken him
fifteen minutes, the pool would be closing soon.  "When the pool closes,
get your stuff and meet me out front."

   He jumped into the pool, then he picked her up and put down into the
pool.  "You want a ride?"

   "Yeah," she said and jumped on his back when he turned it to her.  He
walked toward the deep end.  At first, he was reaching back behind, holding
her butt in his hands.  When they got towards the deep end, he let go of
her.  She clung on to his neck.  He was using his hands to swim along and
occasionally, using his legs to kick.  He couldn't do that much because he
had her on his back.

   The lifeguards all blew their whistles and announced that the pool was
closing.  Sherman took his time swimming with Jill on his back, down to the
shallow end before getting out.  They walked to their locker rooms. 
Sherman dawdled.  The lifeguards were in a hurry to get everyone out.  They
wanted to leave.  Sherman was about the last one out.  He found Jill out
front, waiting for him.  He had them hang around the front for a while.  He
watched to make sure all the lifeguards left.

   "Come with me," he told Jill.  He lead her around the back of the
building.  One reason he took so long was he wanted to make sure that the
lifeguards didn't notice that he had rigged the door.  He led her around to
the back door.  He pulled on it.  It opened.  "Come on in," he told her,
holding the door open.

   "How did you do that?" she asked.

   "That's what took me so long in the bathroom.  I fixed this door, so we
could get in."

   He took her into the bathroom.  Sitting on the toilet, he told her to
sit on his lap facing him.  She had to put one leg on either side of his to
sit there.  He scooted her up close to him.  He leaned down to kiss her.

   Sherman had never kissed a girl before.  But that was OK.  She hadn't
ever kissed a boy before.  This was all so exciting.  Back at school, all
the girls in the fourth grade talked about boys, but no one had ever done
anything with one.  Now she was alone with an older boy.  She had seen
kissing on the TV and sometimes in movies.  But she was nervous because she
hadn't ever done it before.

   Sherman kissed her softly at first.  Not because he was gentle, but
rather he was a bit timid, since he had never kissed before either.  But
they soon were getting into it.  They taught each other.  Though he was the
first to introduce his tongue into the action.  They mostly wiggling them
together, not knowing how to do more.

   He had his hands around.  He was stroking her back.  It took about 15
minutes of that before Sherman had enough of that.  He wanted to get her
undressed like the girls in the magazines.  He stopped her.

   She had on a button down blouse he began to unbutton it.  She looked
down at what he was doing.  She wasn't sure of all this.  But she was
excited that an older boy was paying attention to her.  He took off the
blouse, and she was sitting on his lap, topless.  Not like it mattered
much. Her chest was flat with a couple of light pink spots on it, no bigger
than a dime.

   He pushed her back so he could see her chest.  It was a lot like the
girls in the magazines.  It got Sherman so hard.  He reached up and ran his
hand over the flat chest.  His touch was like magic to her.  Her skin began
to feel electric.  He lifted her arms to a standing position and pulled her
towards himself.  He began to kiss her areolas.  If she felt electric
before, she was now on fire.  She couldn't believe he was licking her
there. It felt so great.  Before she knew it, he was sucking on her.  Not
like her nipples were anything that could be sucked on, but he was doing
it, anyway.  It was mind blowing for her.  The other thing she was barely
noticing, but her panties were starting to get damp.

   He broke away from her.  "Where's your towel?" She handed it to him.  He
felt it, it was damper than his.  He laid her towel down on it, then
covered it with his dryer one.  He pulled off his T-shirt, then undid his
pants.  She couldn't believe what she was seeing.  He lowered his
underwear. The girls all at school had talked about a boy's thing, but no
one except one girl who had a little brother, who she saw her mother change
his diaper.

   Now Jill was going to see one.  It looked so big to her.  In fact,
Sherman was just under six inches, and his girth wasn't that much.  He was
just a bit bigger than his thumb and forefinger put together.  The purple
head stood up.  It looked a little shiny.  She had no way of knowing that
Sherman was leaking some of his pre-cum already.  With his pants off, he
pulled her over to himself.  He unsnapped the top of her shorts.  Quickly,
her zipper was lowered, and her shorts were dropped to her feet.  She stood
there in her white panties with little brown teddy bears on them.  He
reached down and pushed them down.  They joined her shorts around her
sandaled feet.  She stepped out of them.  He took their clothes and made a
pillow for them.

   He could now see the small slit had been playing with in the pool.  Jill
knew that people took their clothes off and had sex, but she didn't know
much about it other than the boy got on top of the girl and they bumped
their hips together.  Sherman at least had the advantage of having seen the
magazines.  Plus, he had sex ed classes already.  He knew that his cock was
about to go into her pussy.  But that was something he had never done
before.  But he sure wanted to try.

   He got her lying down next to him.  But before he tried to stick his
cock in her, he wanted to do some of the things he saw on the pages.  He
began to masturbate her.  But his fingers were a bit rough.  There was too
much friction.  He needed a lube.  He took and spit on his fingers, then
tried rubbing her.  That worked much better.  Jill liked it too.

   He took her hand and placed it around his hard prick.  He moved her hand
up and down.  "Move your hand like that," he told her.  She did as told. 
While they did their mutual masturbation, he went back to kissing her.

   His wet finger found her clit.  He diddled it.  He didn't know just how
to do it.  He had only still pictures to go by.  He could have used a film
to educate him.  But he did the best he could by following what it was that
Jill liked.  He toyed with her clit, but he used his other hand to go down
and search for that hole he knew she had somewhere.

   He felt her shiver.  He looked at her face.  It was flushed.  He
continued for a little longer.  She stopped him.

   "That felt good," she said.

   "Do you ever do that?" he asked.

   "Sometimes, just a little.  But it doesn't feel as good as what you're
doing." When Jill did that to herself, which was often in bed before going
to sleep.  She dreamed that a boy would do that to her.  But she never
thought in a million years that this would be happening to her, or that it
would feel this good.

   He wanted to try something else.  He moved down and get a good look at
her little pussy.  He couldn't see any hair.  The slit was a thin line. 
But one thing he could see was a little liquid leaking out from between the
thin lips.  He got his nose down closer to it.  It didn't smell like pee.
He poked out his tongue, licked a bit.  It didn't taste bad.  In fact, he
liked the taste.  It was like wintergreen and peach, was the best that he
could come up with to discribe it.  He began to lick it.  That lead to
sticking his tongue in between the lips to get at more of it.

   As he was doing that, she reached down and spread the lips.  He could
see inside her.  She was like the photos he saw.  He could now see her
clit. That was what he had been touching.  He knew that touching it would
make a girl to feel good.

   How about this?  He wondered.  He reached out and gave it a lick.  She
responded with a moan and pushed her hips towards him.  It must not have
been a bad thing.  It sure didn't sound like anything bad.  Quite the
contrary, it seemed she liked it.  He went back to licking it.  He found
that he licked doing it.  He didn't really know what to do, he just did
what seemed to be natural.  He was also able to figure out what she liked.
The more he licked, the more she moved her hips around and was making
cooing sounds.

   He had been searching around with his finger, and he finally located her
hole.  His finger toyed with it while he kept up licking her love bump. 
The idea occurred to him to try to suck it.  After all girls suck guy, why
not suck her?  He not only was sucking on her little clit, he was still
flicking his tongue against it from time to time.

   That did it.  A steam whistle went off in her head, her ears were full
with a thousand church bells ringing.  It seemed like they would never
stop. Finally, after what felt like hours, they did.  But for the rest of
the world, only about 30 seconds had passed.  Jill was drained.

   Sherman gave her time to rest.  Then he asked what was the most obvious:
"You like that?"

   "Oh gosh yes, I never felt like that before and it seemed like it would
never end.  That was so good."

   "Would you do that for me?"

   "You have to show me how." Jill and her friends had often stuck their
fingers or anything else long and thin in the mouth as though they were
sucking a cock.  So, she wasn't quite as innocent as she had made out to
be. She also had a desire to try it, but again, never thought it would
happen.

   He had her move, so that she was now crouched over his groin.  He had
her stroke him again as she had been doing, and take the head into her
mouth.  He cautioned her about her teeth and had her bob her head slightly
while she used her hand to continue stroking him.  She was sucking.  He
told her to lick it while it was in her mouth.  That was something she was
going to have to practice for a while, trying to suck and lick at the same
time.  She was game for it.  Though she tried, her teeth scraped his cock
head a few times.  It was painful.  Also, she wasn't getting the hang of
sucking, licking and stroking, especially with bobbing her head on his dick
all at the same time.  It all looked so easy when she and her friends did
this with a pen or something.  But, in reality, it was harder than it
seemed.

   The blow job didn't matter that much to Sherman.  Yeah, she was doing
that for him, so he was getting his first blow job.  He got to feel up a
young girl, he even licked her on her pussy.  But what he really wanted to
do was fuck a girl.

   His dick was coated with her slobber.  She had been excited enough by
the things he had done to her, that while she wasn't leaking a lot of love
lotion, she was wet inside.  Sherman had her lay on her back with her legs
spread.  He doubled up her knees.  He told her to spread her lips.  She
reached up to her face.  He had to tell her, "No, spread the lips you have
down here."

   "Oh," she said, then complied.  "What are you gonna do?"

   "We're gonna do sex."

   "Real sex?" she asked and started to sit up.

   "Yeah real sex, now lay back down had keep your legs spread.  Open up
your lips there."

   She complied.  He got back over on top of her.  He supported his weight
with his knees and one hand.  With his right hand, he took his dick and
rubbed it around.  He was back searching for that hole again.  He found it.
He pushed in a bit.  She winced.  But Sherman was determined.  He pushed
again.  She pulled back her hips.  Third times the charm.  He pushed again
after first, getting a firm hold on her hips.  That did it.  She gave a
sharp yelp.  But he was in.  He had buried the full length of his bone in
her.

   He released her hips and went back to supporting his weight on his hands
and knees.  He didn't move for a minute.  He wanted to savor being inside a
girl.  It was just as well it gave her that minute to get used to the
feeling of fullness.  She might have felt full, but he was feeling her
tightness.  That hole was snug.  He felt he barely fit in.

   He looked down into her eyes.  "You OK now?" she nodded her head.  He
leaned down and kissed her.  She gave a kiss right back.  He began to back
out.

   She broke off the kiss.  "Don't go, it feels OK now." As she said that,
she wrapped her legs around his waist.  He began to push back into her.  He
seemed to come to the end, as he felt a barrier.  He tried to push more,
but he didn't have much more he could put in her.  He was satisfied with
that.  He went slow at first, then built up speed.  He continued to kiss
her.  She threw her arms around his neck.  He was soon giving it all he
had. She did it again.  She went slack.  She couldn't concentrate on
anything.  That whistle was going off in her head again.  Something else
was going off too, but she didn't feel it.  Sherman was hosing down her
insides with his white liquid.

   It was the most tremendous feeling he ever had.  It felt he was blowing
out his insides through his dick.  What a fantastic explosion this was.  He
had cum many times before jerking to the magazine.  But this was light
years better.

   Once he was finished pumping the contents of his balls into her, she
seemed to have come back to herself again.  He was softening.  He pulled
out.  When he did, some of his cum and a little blood from her came out of
her hole.

   She looked down and saw the blood.  "I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding," she
said.  She was about to lose it.

   "Just relax.  That is normal, it has already stopped.  Besides, it isn't
that much you'll see."

   He got up and pulling her by the hand.  "Come with me." Holding her
hand, he took her over to the showers.  He turned on the knob.  He waited
until the hot water got there and stepped into it, washing off his groin.
She then joined him in it.  "You sure I'm alright?"

   "Yeah, you're fine.  This was your first time doing this, right?"

   "Yeah."

   "This is what happens the first time.  You'll be fine after this.  It
only happens the first time."

   "Oh gosh," Jill said, looking up at the clock in the locker room.  "I
got to get home, or Auntie Mimi will be wondering where I am."

   They dried off and dressed.  Sherman had her put a couple of paper
towels inside her panties telling her to take them out and throw them away
as soon as she gets home.

   Sherman went back into the janitor's closet.  Taking the step stool, he
pulled the paper towels out of the hole in the door jamb.  He let the door
close quietly.  He put the step stool back, then closed that door.

   He checked around, making sure they had everything.  They slipped out
the door after first peeking out, making sure no one was around.  He lead
her around to where his bike was locked up in the rack.  He got his feet on
both sides of the bike.  Then he helped her up to sit on the seat.  She had
her feet on the crossbar.  He gave a push off with his feet, then started
pedaling.  He stood on the pedals while Jill sat on the seat.

   She gave him directions which way to go.  He dropped her off at the
corner of a couple of main streets near her home.  She could walk the rest
of the way.  He didn't want to be seen.  He knew that he had just fucked a
little girl and he could get in trouble for it.

   Luckily, nobody at that pool knew him, and he didn't plan to go back
there again.  Also, it was a good thing that Jill would be going back home
in a day or two, so she wouldn't be around here anymore.  He hoped she
wouldn't say anything to anyone.

   The next day, her aunt didn't notice Jill was a bit stiff.  But as long
as she quietly lay on the couch and read, she was happy enough since she
had another migraine again today.

   Sherman wasn't going to be telling anyone about Jill.  Now those girls
in the magazine became more real to him as he thought of her when he
stroked his prick.

   Jill didn't say anything until after the summer was over and she got
back to school.  She could tell her best friends about her encounter at the
pool.

   The End



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