MOVING WEST
ALONE AT LAST
Tommy can’t help being drawn to the younger girl and when they’re finally alone it begins. Tg
There was flurry of activity as school started and for several weeks I scarcely saw Katie. Then it was only briefly at church. I was adjusting to a new school and making a few friends, and even meeting a few cute girls. But my mind continued to wander back to Katie and our last little session. I was glad my mom had started to volunteer at the hospital a few days a week so she wouldn’t notice how quickly I would find the bathroom to relieve myself when I got home.
There had been some mention over the summer that I might get called on to stay with Katie if her regular sitter was busy. Arlene and Fred did go out regularly. Sometimes Fred would be entertaining business associates, and other times they’d just be out with friends including my parents. Their regular baby sitter for Katie was a girl from the church. Candice, or Candy to her friends, was a high school junior now and was a cheerleader. She was blonde and gorgeous with a great body and flirtatious personality. It was late September and, as one might expect when she wasn’t busy with school activities she had a line-up of salivating adolescent boys waiting to take her out leaving little time for baby-sitting.
Either by choice or desperation, I got a call from Arlene asking me to sit with Katie on a Friday night. She would pay the going rate and I gleaned had already questioned my mother about my potential interest. When you’re not yet fifteen there are few chances to make any money but in reality it was the prospect of spending some time with the precocious Katie that appealed to me.
In another time and place a “strait laced” father like Katie’s might have questioned the wisdom of leaving their sixth grade daughter with a horny ninth grade boy. But they knew me, at least, and I had maintained a responsible image around adults. From the outset I had a feeling that Katie had lobbied for me as well. It was no secret that she and I had gotten along well although no one knew how well in some respects. I don’t think either she or I could have described how we had connected right from the start and how, sometimes, we just seemed to know what each other was thinking.
My Dad dropped me off just before seven on Friday. Arlene and Fred were going to a friend’s house for dinner and cards and would be home around eleven, and since it wasn’t a school night Katie could stay up a little later than usual. Then Arlene went through the brief first time instruction list an as she left to join her husband in the driveway, she told us to have a good time and then added to Katie, “And you behave yourself,” causing Katie to raise an eyebrow and smile slyly.
Katie had been on the far end of the living room couch with the television on and was casually penciling crosswords in a magazine trying not to show much interest in what was going on. As her parents left she watched them out the back door and then observed them leaving through a dining room window. I took a seat at the other end of the couch.
As soon as she was satisfied that her parents were indeed gone, Katie came back into the living room. But before returning to where she had been sitting, she stopped in front of me and leaned forward resting her legs against mine and putting her hands on my knees. When I had first come in she had avoided looking at me. Now, her green eyes were locked on mine and sparkled with mischief.
“Well we’re finally alone,” a little grin teased at the corners of her mouth as she reminded me what we had wished for a couple of times and particularly the boldness of that last Sunday afternoon. Over the summer our touching, teasing and innuendos had become bolder and I had the feeling that since the school year had started that something was a little different and that Katie was even more aggressive.
I had noticed when she had gone to the dining room that she was wearing a pair of green knit pants. They were snug around her muscular butt and thighs and were shorter than the intended Capri length on her longer than average legs. A white knit top displayed the nicely toned shoulders and arms that most boys her age could envy. These were obviously changes from school clothes and were in danger of being outgrown by Katie’s growth spurt.
She rocked slowly forward and back keeping her eyes on mine like she was considering something and then rather than taking her original seat, slid down beside me. The television was on but she was obviously not interested in it, so I asked her how school was going. She told me again about the combined 5th and 6th grade class she was in last year and said she was going to have fun this year. I didn’t know then exactly what kind of “fun” she meant. It appeared that she and her friends Gina and Brian, he was in sixth grade at the time, were the smartest kids in the class and that they did projects together. Then she went onto say that since both Brian and Gina lived close and they all walked home together that they did projects together, “and some were really fun,” she added.
We made a little more small talk, she let her leg rest against mine, and then what both of us knew was inevitable began to happen. There was a small silence until she stood up and, again, rested her legs against mine and leaned with hands on my knees. Both of us began to feel the electricity that had been building between us since summer.
“So what do you want to do?” she said, asking the classic question.
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” was my classic answer. Then as she had done before she slid slowly onto my lap. Only this time, she was facing me with her knees on either side of mine, straddling me. She had hesitatingly moved her hands up toward the pockets of my Levi’s. I was leaning back in the chair and without looking down directly I could see the fabric of her pants pull snugly across the mound between her legs.
“Well I guess we can do anything we want, huh?”
“I guess we can,” I agreed. “Do you want to play a game or something?” I was pretty sure she had something else in mind.
She turned one corner of her mouth down, “We can play games any time. Besides some of the games I’d like to play might take too long.”
I was intrigued by that comment but more so when she leaned back a little and let her hips slip forward coming dangerously close to the swelling that was taking place just below my fly. She dropped her eyes a second or two and must have noticed. Then she looked back up, raised her hands and began to tap lightly on my chest with her lower knuckles.
“I’m thinking,” she paused a second or two, “I’m thinking I might like to explore something.” Having abandoned her usual stoic demeanor she was now taking on her curious little girl role. She pushed forward a little more and now I could feel her crotch against mine. I couldn’t help rolling my hips a little and pushing against her. My jeans were getting tight and I was turning to stone. I was already aware she was smarter than most eleven year olds and she had to know now what she was doing.
She continued tapping down toward my stomach. When she reached the line of my belt, even though I wasn’t wearing one, she hesitated again, leaned back, and looked directly down between us. Given the chance in school I could have moved my dick around and disguised my predicament. But not having the chance my dick was clearly outlined as it grew down my pant leg.
I was looking down between us as well, and next to the stiff cylinder in my jeans the fabric of her pants had become a little snug. The outline of Katie’s panties had been clearly visible before. Now I could clearly see her mound and even the hint of a crack in the middle.
“So what do you want to explore,” I queried, thinking I knew the answer.
“Hmm,” she mused. “I think it might be something down here.” She tapped a little lower on my Levis until she touched the fabric over my dick. “I think it might be something interesting, maybe something kind of big.” At that point she let her hand rest loosely over my dick, “And maybe something hard, too.”
“Hmm,” I responded, “I wonder what it could be? I guess you’ll just have to explore to find out.”
That was all the encouragement the eleven-year-old needed. She rubbed the cylindrical outline in my pants a couple of times and then gingerly reached for the top button of my 501 Levis. Hesitating only once after pulling open the top one, she systematically pulled the other buttons open and spread the fly exposing my white jockeys. I could feel her shaking slightly with excitement as she pushed her hand down under my jeans and over the tube that was stretching the white cotton.
Not satisfied with that she pulled her hand out, and looked up eyeing me. I grinned at her; got a little smile back, and then she lifted the elastic of my jockeys with the fingers of one hand and slid the other inside my underwear. She fished around a little, slid her fingers over my sparse pubes and then located my stiff shaft. Rubbing over the top she closed her fingers around it then started to pry my manhood out of its confinement. With some persistent effort and some accommodation on my part she managed to free it over the top of the elastic. Once visible she bent forward to examine it without ever letting her fingers leave.
Starting with the first time she sat on my lap she had bumped, brushed and otherwise come in contact with my penis. As her curiosity grew she had increasingly found opportunity to do so. Even so I was a surprised at her aggressiveness now.
She gave a smug little look. “I knew it was big.” I had no way of knowing what she might be comparing it to. I considered myself about average compared to others in the locker room, but at our relative ages if she felt a slim almost five inches was big I wouldn’t dissuade her.
“And it’s hard, too,” she added in a moment. If the trial of removal from my clothes had any effect, her slim fingers around it had quickly reinstated rigidity. Continuing with the inspection, Katie slid her fingers down to the base of my penis to rub lightly in my pubic hair. “And you’ve got lots of hair, too,” she commented again. I was amused at this. I wasn’t particularly hairy, even for my 14 years and she was looking at a mere triangular puff above my cock.
“Gina has a little bit,” she commented pulling lightly at a few strands, “But I don’t and neither does,…” she hesitated, “my other friends,” she glanced up a second and then looked back down putting both hands back on my dick.
“Well I think I should do a little exploring and see for myself,” taking my opportunity. “It’s only fair isn’t it?” I slid my hands up Katie’s thighs, rubbed slightly and then paused to get her reaction.
“I guess so,” she said grinning broadly back at me as though she was pleased that I was interested. I slid my hands up her thighs, crossed her mound and let them rest there a few seconds. I continued up slowly until I could slip the fingers of one hand under the elastic at her waist and push down until I found more elastic. With the other hand I pulled at the waistband exposing the smooth bare flesh. Katie rolled her hips a little, which I interpreted as approval, so I continued inside her panties until I felt her bare mound on the backs of my fingers. I could just feel the little slit but it was very awkward even when she let go of my unit and leaned back a little to accommodate me. Tugging more at the elastic I turned my fingers over and cupped the soft lips letting my middle finger glide over the crevice.
Katie pushed down on the elastic of her pants trying to give me the same access to her treasure that I had given her but with her legs straddling mine it wasn’t working very well. “I could take ‘em off?” she offered. “Yeah,” I nodded. In one smooth motion she simply slid off my lap and hooked her thumbs at the side and slid both her pedal pushers and panties to her ankles. Hopping a little to steady her balance she pulled each leg over the little white anklets that she usually wore, and then stood for my inspection.
Before me was standing what had to be one of nature’s most beautiful sites. A slim eleven year old girl was naked from the waist down, showing me her long coltish legs, firm thighs and hairless, feminine treasure. Her hips had begun to widen defining an emerging waistline. The fullness of her mound and the developing puffiness of her nether lips gave testimony to her emerging femininity when compared to the boyishness of the rest of her body.
Katie had paused for a few seconds allowing me to look at her and smiled slightly. She had done this so confidently that I wondered if perhaps she had done something like it before. Perhaps it was just the buildup of weeks of rubbing, brushing and veiled sexual innuendo between us. It had culminated last week with our touching each other’s privates over our clothing and conceding that we might go farther if alone. Now here it was. We were alone and almost shaky with anticipation.
Katie’s eyes were sparkling and she dropped her gaze once again to my now rigid and upright phallus.
“Let’s pull yours down, too,” she announced. With some cooperation from me she tugged on my Levis and jockeys pulling them over my knees and letting them slip to my ankles giving my testicles some relief.
With no hesitation the excited girl climbed back on my knees, focused on my package and began to examine all of it with both hands. The spread of her knees allowed her little slit to open slightly giving me my first good look at her female apparatus.
Even though with Bill’s little sister and Ruth at camp I got my finger wet I never really got a good look at either pussy. With Marion it was either in dim light or she kept her legs together showing only the top and her sparse pubes. Now I could see a small amount of pink between the lips and a small protrusion just above what looked like a deeper crevice. I wondered if this was the fabled clit or “horny button” as my friend Bill had called it.
With a self-satisfied little grin on her face Katie continued exploring my package with one hand and the classic stroking movement with the other hand giving me even more confidence that she had done this before. At the same time I slipped my fingers over the moist crevice that was open before me, rubbed it a few times and then spread the lips a little more sliding my middle finger down to the small vaginal opening.
As I teased at the opening Katie began stroking my penis more vigorously and rolling her hips toward me inviting entry. I obliged and slipped my finger slowly into the moist tunnel. Katie let out a little gasp of air when my entry reached the second knuckle. Pulling it back a little I pushed in again, surprised at how easily it went in and how Katie responded with her hips.
We both stepped the masturbatory tempo, when she queried, “This is how boys do it, huh? Like when they play with themselves?” She knew about jacking off.
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Umm hmm,” I conceded, “This how girls do it, huh?” I recalled our conversation when she announced that girls did it, too.
“Yes, only…” she paused and reached down for my hand and guided the moist finger over the little bump at the top. “Only rub here, too.” My suspicions were confirmed. The bump was the elusive horny button. I complied with the instruction by tweaking it gently with my wet middle finger bringing a groan of approval from Katie.
We continued our ministrations of each other for a few minutes until I had to ask. “So have you done this with any boys before?”
“A couple,” she admitted. “Have you done it with any other girls?”
“A couple,” I conceded, recalling my experience with Ruth at camp.
“It’s really fun, huh?” I nodded. There was a short silence while we continued the mutual masturbation.
“Gina and I have done it with Brian,” she admitted. “The three of us were the smartest kids in class so we were given projects to do together. We went to the main library and started finding some books about sex. We walked home together sometimes and last spring when no one was home at their houses we played strip poker and truth or dare a few times and dared each other to make out and do stuff like this after we were naked.”
As Katie was talking our administrations on each others’ organs increased in intensity. Her breathing increased and her body moved against my hand as I alternated between probing inside and rubbing the eraser hard little nub. I felt her twitch and gasp slightly which could have been pre-teen orgasms, but having limited experience in the matter I wasn’t sure. But what I was sure of was that she began to pump my unit with increased vigor.
As my temperature rose I felt the need to issue a warning. “Uh, Katie, if you keep doing that do you know what’s going to happen?”
“Are you gonna’ squirt that stuff?” I nodded. She knew about that, too. “Will your sperm come out?” I nodded again. “Interesting,” she mused and resumed her efforts and even began to stroke my balls. As my tension mounted I let my hand fall away from her crotch.
What had started gradually now progressed quickly and with one more warning that it was going to be messy I erupted. I was glad that I had relieved myself after school, a practice I had followed since beginning to ejaculate just after turning twelve. Even having reduced the supply there was an ample amount of stickiness on Katie’s hand and over both of our naked thighs.
“Yuk!” pronounced the willowy girl, examining the substance with her fingers. “So this is the stuff that makes babies?” I was weakened enough that I could only nod.
“We made Brian come a couple of times but it only got a little sticky on the end and nothing like this came out.” At my suggestion she slipped off my lap and retrieved some tissue from the bathroom for the clean up. After wiping and dabbing and disposing of the tissue, I was feeling spent and a little guilty. Though part of me wanted to continue our adventure discretion became the better of valor.
“You probably better get ready for bed,” I suggested. “We wouldn’t want your folks to catch us with our pants down.” She giggled and reluctantly agreed and gathered her pants and underwear and headed toward her room leaving me to admire the fullness of her developing backside. Despite the boyishness of the rest of her body, her hips and butt were definitely that of a girl. Her waist was accented just above the hip bones and though the muscles were firm and nicely toned her butt and thighs were nicely rounded.
Before my dick became engorged again, I pulled up my jockeys and Levi’s and buttoned up. In a few minutes Katie came out dressed in a pair of basic pajamas and landed beside me on the couch. I had begun switching channels with the remote. I stopped on something and felt Katie press against me.
“That was fun,” she sort of whispered. “I hope we get a chance to do it some more.”
“So do I,” I responded and instinctively put my arm around her. She looked up at me as if expecting something, her blue green eyes sparkling, and said, “Maybe next time we could try something more.”
Like a brick falling on my head, it occurred to me that I wanted to kiss her. But I was afraid it might freak her out, or maybe I was just chicken to make a move on someone so young that I had been treating like a buddy or even a little sister. So I gave her a squeeze, we sat there quietly for a few moments, and then mutually agreed that she should head for bed. About an hour and a half later Katie’s parents returned and Fred drove me home.
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