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MOVING WEST; THE NEXT TIME
Alone again, Katie takes the initiative and they follow their instincts giving each other their virginity. Tg
It was almost two weeks before Arlene called and asked if I were free to stay with Katie on a Friday night. Though I had started making friends at school and had gone to the High School football game last week, I had nothing going on this week. If I had I might have cancelled it. I had seen Katie only briefly at church the week before. We seemed to be across the narthex or the social hall with others around us. But each time I would look toward her she was looking at me. We were able to nod and wave a couple of times.
I had experienced a few pangs of guilt at what had transpired. But it was obvious that she wanted to “mess around” as much as I did and I rationalized that it was almost a game to her, just experimenting. And after all she was only a year younger than my friend’s sister, Marion and I had really tried to fuck her. Katie’s tall stature led people to believe she was older than her years, and though her body was still immature, she certainly acted older. I don’t think I would or could get her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She was certainly precocious. Her Mother had described her as stubborn and willful, an “old soul” and then added “like her mother”. I recognized it would be hard to keep her from having her way once she decided something.
There was no question that Katie was, by her mother’s description of most girls her age, “curious and horny” a comment that rendered me speechless at the time. It could easily have described me. The sexual electricity between us had been growing all summer. We seemed to know when the other was having sexy thoughts. It was inevitable that given the opportunity we’d act on them. Though we both tried to act mature and maybe were gifted with perception beyond our years, we still both were locked in sexual curiosity.
So I was nervous when my dad dropped me off and Arlene let me in. I hung my jacket on a rack in the short entry hall and went into the living room. Katie was sitting on the end of the couch with a school book and some paper writing something. The television was on and I sat on the other end of the couch and laid down the book I brought.
“I’m just finishing my homework,” she offered looking up with a sly grin. “I didn’t want to waste any time later and Mom says I can stay up a little longer if I get it done now.”
I noticed that Katie still had on school clothes. She was wearing a pleated skirt with a blouse and sweater, rolled bobby sox and penny loafers. Except for the lack of breast development she could have passed for a high school girl.
While I feigned watching TV she continued to work. At one point she slipped off her loafers and tucked one leg under her giving me a brief glimpse of her bare legs.
She must have done it purposely because she caught me looking.
“What are you looking at?” she questioned slyly.
“Nothing,” I shrugged back. Before we had a chance to continue her mom and dad appeared, Fred went to warm their car.
“Now Katie,” Arlene started, “Finish your homework, and you still need to get out of those school clothes, and take your bath.” Arlene flashed me a grin and a wink, “Maybe you can get Tommy to wash your back.”
“Mom,” was the protest as Arlene backed out the door.
“And behave yourself or Tommy might have to paddle you.” The cackle of laughter faded into the night.
“She loves to embarrass me.” Katie lamented.
“It seems to work,” I observed.
“Sometimes,” Katie added. She stood and looked out the window as if to make sure her parents were gone, then she drew the drapes and came back to stand in front of the couch. “So what do you want to do tonight?” she queried, with a slight slyness to her voice, “I finished my homework.”
“Oh I thought I’d read a book.” I tried to keep a straight face but it didn’t work.
“Really?” she said, raising one eyebrow. “I guess you didn’t like what we did last time.”
“Oh, I did. But it was kind of naughty. And your mom said if you were naughty I might have to paddle you.” I raised my own eyebrow.
“You could try.” As fast as I could I grabbed one wrist and sort of tackled her with the other hand. She resisted but probably less than she could have as I pulled her, laughing, across my lap. Her skirt had ridden up to the backs of her thighs and I held her down with one hand and flipped her skirt the rest of the way up exposing her panty covered butt. She pretended to resist, kicking her sock covered feet, until I swatted her about three times.
“Wait, stop,” she uttered in mock protest between laughs. “Why are you paddling me? I finished my homework.”
I let my hand come to rest on her firm butt. Then I brushed the spot I had paddled before letting my fingers slide down and barely touch the inside of her thighs. She looked over her shoulder at me and asked again tensing a little at the touch of my hand.
In a stroke of genius I said, “Well your mom told you to get out of those school clothes and you haven’t done it yet.”
There was a little pause as a slight glint in her eye as looked back at me. “Well if you’ll let me up I have to mind my mother.”
I lifted my arm from her back and my hand from her butt and she slid back and off my lap, I’m sure taking notice of the bulge in my jeans. Then she reached for the lamps and turned them off one at a time leaving only the light from the hall and the TV in the room. But it was plenty.
She stood opposite me on the other side of a coffee table. She slipped her button front sweater off and dropped it on a chair. Her blouse had come out from being tucked in her skirt, so she started with the bottom buttons and opened it slowly then slipped it off and added it to the sweater on the chair. She wore what was essentially an undershirt, having no need of a bra, which she pulled over her head and tossed aside. She stood for a minute letting me study her boyish chest.
“See, I don’t have any tits yet,” she lamented. She was right. Her shoulders were wider than most girls in proportion to the rest of her body, and her pectoral and shoulder muscles were nicely developed and toned from playing tennis. Her nipples were not quite as large as a quarter and only slightly pointed on the very tip. Her physique from the waist up would have been the envy of any Jr. High boy.
But the similarity ended there when she pulled the skirt around in front of her and unzipped it letting it fall to the floor along with the small half slip she wore under it. Her hips were already nicely shaped. They flowed outward just past her navel to create a well defined waistline. Her hip bones were spaced widely enough to give an inviting hollowness to her nether region. There was enough flesh on her butt to give a nice graceful roundness but it was surprisingly firm. Her mound of Venus was clearly pronounced and even through her white cotton panties displayed some separation in her pussy lips.
All this became even more apparent as she slipped the thin cotton garment down letting it fall to her feet before kicking it off with her still sock covered feet. She let me admire her for a minute and become completely entranced by her pre-teen form before moving around the coffee table and pulling me up by the hand. I had really expected some kind of game or persuasive dialog might be necessary to get this girl undressed. Instead she had disrobed in minutes.
“Now it’s your turn,” she observed. “You have to get naked.”
I wasn’t going to argue. Instead I responded by pulling my sweater over my head and then doing the same with my tee shirt. I paused a little and she reached for the buttons on my fly.
“I get to do this,” she announced and commenced to pull the buttons open. Omitting the jockeys she tugged at the Levi’s till they were past my knees. I kicked my shoes off and put one hand on Katie’s shoulder for stability while I pushed my jeans the rest of the way off. When I touched her bare shoulder the electricity began flowing again between us. So I held it there a second before moving toward my shorts.
“Let me,” she said, and leaned forward hooking her thumbs under the elastic and slowly sliding my jockeys down, being careful to pull the elastic over my turgid phallus.
Before I had even stepped out of my shorts Katie’s hand closed around my dick and she began stroking me gently. Then with her other hand she cupped my balls and kneaded them with my dick.
Again Katie’s confidence and technique in the handling of the male apparatus told me that she had more experience than she had let on. Natural instincts are a strong guide, but so is experience.
While she fondled me I began with her, running my hands over her shoulders down her chest touching the tiny nipples and finally going around her arms and plunging down to the depths between her legs. When my fingers reached her slit she rolled her hips to meet my hand until I found the little button. It was poking out and I rubbed my finger over it causing Katie to gasp and drop her hands down to mine. She pressed against my fingers as I rubbed her button and gasped again when I slipped one finger down and found her opening and slipped it inside.
She let me masturbate her for a few minutes then pushed my hand away and said, “Just a minute,” and left the room. She reappeared quickly with a bath towel.
“Let’s move over here,” she said, moving to the couch. “This is if you get messy again,” and laid the towel down for me to sit on.
Pushing me down on the couch she immediately straddled my lap in the same position we had been in two weeks ago. Only this time we were both completely naked.
“Now do what you were doing before,” she instructed, and pulled my hands to her crotch which was nicely spread by her position. I could even see my new discovery, the clit poking out like a miniature penis, and she guided my hand right to it. As I commenced to rub it again Katie started to writhe against me grabbing my unit and stroking me in earnest. In a repeat of what I had done earlier I let one finger slip down and finding the hole again I pushed it up into her.
“That feels so good,” she observed. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes we felt, fondled, explored and masturbated taking turns sometimes and doing it together others. She brought me to the brink a couple of times before I stopped her until I found a way to plunge a finger into her and rub her clit at the same time and she let me take her over the top closing her eyes and gasping while literally humping my hand.
She sagged on top of me a few seconds before sitting up smiling and glistening with a little perspiration. “I had an orgasm,” she announced. This girl even knew the terminology. “Now I’ll give you one,” she reached for my still swollen cock.
“But first I think it’s supposed to go in here,” and she scooted up on the couch over me and aimed my dick at her moist slit.
“Are you sure?” I expected that we would experiment and masturbate together but I didn’t expect Katie to suggest this. I thought boys always had to talk girls into this.
“Yes, it’s supposed to go in here,” she said in a matter of fact tone, “and I want to try it.”
“I mean, do you think it will fit? It might be too big for you.” One part of me desperately wanted to fuck, the other in no way wanted to hurt this girl. We had become more than friends without even knowing it.
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We’ll have to try it and see,” she said and began rubbing the head of my dick up and down her slit, over the top of the hole and up over her clit.
“Even this feels good doesn’t it?” as she continued to rub my dick up and down. I had to agree.
“OK, now get it really hard.” I didn’t think it could get any harder but I jacked it a little anyway as she pulled her pussy lips apart and hovered over me. “Hold it up now.”
I was being instructed in the art of sex by as eleven year old girl that I assumed was as virginal as I.
We located the tip of my dick right at the little pink entrance and I pushed up as Katie pushed down. First it slipped up without going in. The next time it slipped down. This happened again a couple of times bringing me to a level of frustration until Katie positioned me right at the entrance and then slowly sank down. She looked at me and bit her lip a little just as I felt the tip pop in.
The slipping sliding and jacking off had kept me at a peak and the very second I felt the amazing sensation of a real live female pussy surrounding the knob of my dick my pending eruption boiled over and I sent a geyser of teen boy cream up into my pre-teen sex partner. The minor flood and my extra lunge upward at the point of explosion was all that was needed to propel me further into Katie’s love canal.
She gasped and held still while my dick continued to pump more semen. “I could feel you come,” she announced. “It felt kind of weird but we got it in.”
She was holding herself up and looking down to where over half of my dick had disappeared into her young body. The still exposed portion was slimy with the excess semen that had leaked from around the embedded half. We held still for a few minutes.
Katie studied our union like a science experiment. “It felt a little weird when it first went in, and when you squirted, but it doesn’t now. It just feels kind of’… good.” She reached down between us and lightly grasped the base of my dick with two fingers and her thumb and began to manipulate it like it was a sex toy. “Move it in and out a little and let’s see if we can get more in.”
I had just fired one of the biggest loads of semen in my life and I felt spent. But amazingly my dick was still hard and this girl wanted more of it. And I was thinking that we hadn’t really had a chance to fuck before I went off and Katie was obviously not ready to quit. So I began to wiggle up and down just a little and felt my dick begin to slip in and out just a little.
Katie looked up at me, pulled her hand from between us and leaned forward a little. More of my load of cream oozed out, coating my shaft a little more, and helping to send it just a little deeper with each thrust. Finally Katie winced a little and determined that we were deep enough.
Just over three inches were disappearing and reappearing between us. Katie looked down at our crotch connection for a moment then put her hands on my shoulders. We were looking into each other’s face as she carefully rode the five inch pole that was coming up to meet her.
“This is fun, huh?” There was a look of childish satisfaction on her face. “Have you ever done this, all the way before?” I shook my head not counting the boy/boy episode with my cousin. “Me either, but I wanted to. Brian and Gina have been doing it since last spring. They did it a lot over the summer. Sometimes I had to be the look out for when they’d do it in the park or something, or when Gina’s little brother was around. Brian wanted to do it with me a couple of times but I wouldn’t because he and Gina are going steady. There was one boy at tennis camp that wanted to, but we never got the chance. I wouldn’t do it with any of the other boys at school. They’re all twerps. So I’m glad you moved to town.”
“So am I,” I finally interjected. I had been concentrating on the business at hand and was surprised at the dialog. I sensed that Katie’s legs were getting tired so I took over most of the movement. I began to run my hands all over her body while speeding up my tempo. I touched her face then drug my fingers down over her shoulders to her tiny nipples and circled them with my fingers. Katie shivered and got a funny look on her face like she had just discovered that even her small nipples were sensitive.
Then I dropped my hands to hips and gripped both sides and began speeding up. Katie was looking into my eyes and there was a glisten of sweat on her upper lip and forehead. She was breathing harder and was working toward the same conclusion that I was.
“Are you going to?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Me too,” and like a switch being flipped we sped up again and just as I felt my body explode I felt Katie’s spasm and jerk around me. We held still for a few minutes until my cock had its last spasm. I was worried that I might have gone too deep on the last flurry but Katie lifted up and collapsed beside me leaving a mess on both our crotches. She seemed no worse for the wear.
“We both came together,” she announced. “Gina says that hardly ever happens.”
“I guess we’re just pretty good together,” I observed.
“And just think how much better we can be with a little practice,” she added and bounced up heading for the bathroom.
She reappeared in a few seconds with a box of tissue in one hand and holding several tissues to her crotch with the other. We wiped the stickiness from ourselves, making sure to check the towel and then she sat down next to me.
“I’ve wanted to try that for a long time,” she said, “but we never got the chance to be alone.”
“So did you like it?” I queried.
“Yes. Did you?”
I nodded, “I liked it a lot.” We sat quietly for a few minutes, still naked, rubbing each other’s thighs. It didn’t take long before my penis stood at attention once more. Katie giggled at it and surrounded it with her fingers and stroked gently. I responded by fondling the wetness between her legs.
“It’s only eight o’clock Katie observed after a few minutes. My folks won’t be home for a couple of hours yet.” She looked at me a little sideways. “So we’ve got plenty of time.” She hesitated, “So do you want to do it some more?” My engorged dick should have been her clue.
“I do if you do,” I answered. She jumped up and pulled me with her.
“Let’s go to my bedroom.” When we reached her bed she quickly tossed some extra pillows aside, pulled down the bed covers and stretched out on her back. She looked up at me invitingly and spread her legs as a crawled between them. Without giving me a chance to miss the target she reached for my tool and guided me to her. We still had to maneuver a little to get started and Katie winced just a little when I pushed in saying she was a little sore.
But once the tip went past the first ring of tightness the moisture from our previous encounter served to lubricate me and, once again, I slid slowly in. I watched a look of pure satisfaction come over Katie’s face as my cylinder slowly invaded her love space. I looked down between us being careful not to go too deep too fast, then looked up at her again and closed the gap between us until our bare chests touched. We looked into each other eyes as we blended together as one and I did the next most natural thing, I kissed her gently on the lips.
The look on her face and in her eyes was unforgettable. So I did it again. This time Katie’s arms went around my neck and we lingered with our lips together. I began a very slow movement with my hips, in and out, not even a half inch stroke to start. Then gradually I increased the tempo and started to lengthen the stroke studying Katie’s face to make sure I didn’t go too deep.
“Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?” she whispered.
“I think it does,” I responded and kissed her again.
“But it’ll still have to be secret,” she conceded. “My dad wouldn’t allow us to go out or anything like that. He thinks I’m too young.”
“You are too young.” I gave her a peck on the nose.
“But not too young for this?” I shook my head in response.
I took my weight off of her some and by now we had a steady rhythm going.
“This is the way Brian and Gina do it.” Katie offered, as her body bucked against mine.
I was a little surprised, “You’ve seen them?” She nodded. “I dared them to do it the first time. So I had to watch.” Perhaps the picture of them doing it, hers real and mine imagined inspired us. Katie’s legs wrapped around me for an instant then splayed out widely. Her hands came around my butt and pulled me into her with each stroke deeper than I had been. She gasped almost groaned and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp my penis. That sent me over the top and for the third time in less than an hour my body erupted and it felt like my whole being poured into my preteen lover through my dick.
We both went limp as rags and our bodies were wet with perspiration. I lifted my weight off of her and slowly started to withdraw my now limp noodle. I was glad Katie had the foresight to put the towel under us to catch the stickiness that dripped from us. I had never come that much in so short a time span and my nuts felt like I’d been kicked.
Katie got up using the towel to trap my issue and her juices and we waddled to the bathroom. I wiped up with tissue and a wet cloth and Katie opted for that bath. She invited me to join her but I opted not to and retrieved our clothes from the living room. I dressed slowly watching her as I did. She smiled at me continually. We didn’t need to say much. She dressed in pajamas; we got some sodas from the fridge and sat together quietly.
She kept looking at me with a satisfied smile and I couldn’t resist leaning over and kissing her again. A part of me was self satisfied. I’d finally done it, gone all the way with a girl. Of course she wasn’t even twelve yet. But she was a girl and we did it. Another part of me was saying, “This girl is special,” and I was feeling strangely close to her like we had somehow blended our spirits by blending our bodies.
We sat and talked. She started to share some secrets about herself and Gina messing around and badgering Gina’s older sister for some of her secrets. I wasn’t quite ready to share all of mine. But one thing was for sure. We intended to do this again. We agreed we would have to be careful so no one would suspect. When it got close to time for her folks to return I tucked her into bed, kissed her again and she said, “Good night boyfriend.”
“Good night girlfriend,” I answered.
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