Welcome to the BEAR's story-time, again, good friends
and story-philes. This one is rather unusual in that it is all
comes from a dream. The character of "Poppy" is based on a lady
character of the same name who appeared in a movie titled
"X-Rated Starlets", and then later made a guest appearance in
a very nice and cozy dream out of BEAR's subconscious. The BEAR
is sure that the actress who played Poppy would have been very
pleased to play this role. He enjoyed being her co-star.
As usual, if you don't like sex, love and tenderness,
Or if young sex bothers you, or if you prefer strong language,
skip to another article. The BEAR thanks you.
And all you Younguns kibitzing on this group, go tell
your parents that they need to watch you more closely, okay?
Come back later when you are older.
BTW, all comments appreciated. E-mail, please.
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*** POPPY ***
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My Name is Poppy, and I am fifteen years old. I want to tell
about my Bill, and how we first met, and how I managed to get him
to see me as a woman, so we could be together.
My family was having a big holiday party and my oldest sister
had invited the guy she had been dating. My parents kind of liked
him because he was so nice, but had said they were a little
concerned because he was a lot older than her.
Not long after I'd met him, I decided he was for sure nicer
than she deserved. Of course I couldn't tell him that. Or my
parents either for that matter. She never treats her boyfriends
right, always getting lots out of them and then dumping them when
she finds someone she likes better.
I'd sat and talked to him for maybe an hour or two while the
rest of the women in my family were working on dinner. I didn't
get to help because they consider me a kid, even now. Even now,
- especially now - they don't know what I do when I disappear for
a weekend, they just put up with it. If they knew, they'd just
die.
The men in my family were all in the TV room watching football,
which Bill didn't care much for. He talked to me instead. I found
that he was very smart, and very sweet, with a great sense of humor.
He didn't talk down to me at all, but kept me laughing and interested
til we were called to dinner.
It seemed to me as if he must be at least a little interested
in me too, because he really talked to me, not at me.
Bill is really tall, and a big man. He has very short clipped
dark hair, pale blue eyes, a muscular build, and a wonderful smile.
He is not really handsome I suppose, but he looks real good to me.
I am fairly short, have dark red hair, blue eyes, and a body that
Bill says is very nice and getting nicer. He claims I have
great legs, too.
While we were eating, I got an urge to play around. Sis has
said that I always act crazy when I am horny. How would she know.
She's frigid.
Anyway, He was sitting directly across the table from Sis and
me, and I could feel his feet under the table. Something made
me do it.
I slipped my shoes off, and began to play footsie with him.
Before long I began to feel really turned on. Especially when
he began to play back and moved his foot way up my leg.
I put my hand in my lap, edged my dress up and waited til his
foot was in reach. I grabbed it and moved in to my inner thigh,
and then - I don't know why - I moved it directly up, as far as
it would go, until his toes were touching my panties.
Then I suddenly looked directly into his eyes and smiled. He
was looking very surprised, and I knew then that he had thought
it was Sis he had been playing with.
He hesitated quite a while and then finally wiggled his toes
and tickled me in the most wonderful way and in all the places
he could reach. I though I was going to have a fit right there
at the table, but I kept my cool.
I looked him right in the eye and talked about cranberry sauce
as if it were the most important thing in the world, when I was
really thinking and dreaming of how I could get him alone, and
what I'd like him to do.
After dinner he and my Brother wound up sitting and talking
in the living room while the rest of the family worked on the
kitchen cleanup.
I convinced Mom I didn't feel good, which was easy, because
she could see I was flushed and looked feverish. She thought I
was sick, not that I was horny. Thank god.
Our house has been rebuilt many times, and what we call the
"living room" is really just another room outside the dining room
which is outside the kitchen. It is shaped like a fat capital "L"
with two doors to the kitchen and dining room at the top, several
odd shaped areas along the sides and doors to other rooms and so
on. But what's important is this.
My room is at the bottom right end of the L with a door at the
top of the bottom right bar of the L, right near the bend. He was
sitting in a chair at the bottom of the L in such a way that he
could see into my room, but that no one else could without coming
directly into the area where he was setting. Especially my brother.
I went into my room and laid down, trying to look seductive, I
guess, but not really sure what to do. He told me later that to
him I looked very pretty, very sweet, and decidedly healthy.
I lay sideways, leaned on my left elbow, and watched him,
thinking and imagining all sorts of wonderful things that just
made me feel hotter. He says I was smiling like an angel the
whole time. Of course my actions at dinner really had his
attention, and he was intrigued, if not attracted yet.
My brother was seated further up the left side of the vertical
part of the L so that he couldn't see into my room. I'd checked
where he was very carefully as I'd gone by him.
I don't remember and didn't care what they talked about. I
just watched Bill, and every time he looked away, I'd reach down
and pull my dress up a little bit, just to see how he'd react.
He looked. And looked again. And kept looking, both at my legs
and at my face. I just kept watching him back and smiling just
as if I had no idea he was getting a great view.
Finally, my dress was so far up that my panties were exposed
all the way and he could see bare skin above up to my waist. I
could feel the cool air on my tummy above my navel. I found I
was moving my hand around on my panties, just as if I was going
to get myself off. I was surprising myself, as I never knew that
knowing someone special was watching you could turn you on. I
guess it depends on the person. He says that by now I looked
like the hottest pinup he'd ever seen.
Each time Brother moved now, I'd pull my blue checked gingham
dress down real fast, because I'd never want him to see what I
was enjoying showing Bill. As soon as I could tell where Brother
was by the sounds he made, I'd pull the dress back up, and I'd
start playing with myself again.
Finally, Brother made a joking comment, laughed aloud,
announced to all that he was going to go upstairs and watch
football and left the room. I was so glad. I was so hot!
As soon as I was sure Brother was gone, I stood up, pulled
my panties off and lay back down. This time I lay so that I knew
Bill could see between my spread knees and legs. I was spread and
open, and I began to finger my hot spot - my clitoris - with my
right index finger. I was so turned on!
I was looking him straight in the eye the whole time because his
watching made it seem ten times better than it had ever been before
because I could watch him watching me as I was doing it.
He looked away for a moment. He said later he was checking out
the family in the kitchen, and that they were happily chatting and
laughing away, unaware of what I was pulling on him. I was afraid
he was going to leave, so I spread my legs even wider, and as soon
as I was sure He was looking again, I put my finger inside my slit
and began to move it in and out.
Believe it or not, that was the first time I ever did that, but
somehow I just really wanted to, so I did. He says that by then
he was erect and hard and very turned on, and that I was by then
the most desirable woman he'd ever seen. At first it was hard to
put my finger in all the way, but I did it.
He watched me for a moment more and then stood up. I wasn't
sure what he was going to do. He wasn't sure either at that point
he says. He was turned on, but he hadn't yet got to the point where
he didn't care that I was still considered a little girl.
He checked out the kitchen, and nothing had changed. He looked
back at me, and I had laid back further on the bed and was
deliberately aiming myself at him. I was moving my finger in and
out rapidly and pushing up off the bed with my hips, feeling
incredible inside, and not having the slightest idea what was
happening to me, just that it was incredible!
He hesitated for a moment and then took the three steps
necessary to walk into my room. He looked down at me, seeing all
of me from above my navel down. He just looked, and didn't say a
word. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open a bit. If I had
thought to look I would have seen a huge erection in his pants.
I just lay there and slowly and deliberately masturbated myself
and smiled up at him. Hungrily. Finally I said, "Well, what do
you think?" Very softly because I wasn't sure I could trust my
voice.
"I think " He started, and then cleared his throat. Even so he
sounded hoarse. His voice was failing too! "I think that you just
had a full meal, but are still hungry for something else." He
finished.
"Are you going to give me what I want?" I asked. I moved my finger
from my insides back to my erect clitoris and began to masturbate
it in slow deliberate circles. I moaned softly from somewhere deep
inside. I felt so good!
He says my mound was raised and blushing pinkly red, that my
little lower lips were gaping open moistly, and that my insides
were so pink and hot that they seemed to glow.
I was so aroused, that He could feel the heat coming from me.
The sweet odor of my desire seemed to fill the room.
I just knew that I felt wonderful and was feeling better every
minute. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I was sure that this
nice, sweet man was going to take me somewhere very, very special
and that I really wanted to go there with him.
He made his decision, turned and quietly shut the door to my
room, and clicked the latch.
He turned back to me, but I was already reaching for him. He
came down onto the bed with me, between my legs, and kissed me on
my naked stomach, just about the middle of my tummy. Then he kissed
his way up my body, kissing even the gingham on my chest, then
through the cloth, my breasts, and finally my neck and face and
lips.
He spent some time kissing me, and showing me some of the
wonderful things that two mouths can do together, meanwhile
moving his hands all over me.
While this was going on, I was trying to get his pants open
and working his erection out of his underwear as best as I could.
I knew at least that much. Soon, for the first time, I had a man
in my hands, and I was checking it out and getting a thrill doing
so.
Before too long, he kissed his way back down to my stomach
again. I got a thrill from his kissing and his caressing of my
breasts through my dress. His hands also roved over my bare legs
and lower body.
When he'd kissed back down to my stomach, he kissed me once more
in just the place he had started. He looked me directly in the eyes
for a moment, and decided I was ready - and I was, oh I was!
He leaned down again and kissed and nibbled around and on my
clitoris until I was crying (still softly) "Now, please! Do it
now". I knew that I was about to learn for sure all about
everything that I had ever guessed or read or heard about and
more about the mystery of what happens during sex. It was going
to be demonstrated to me first hand, and I was so glad!
He rose, placed his erection near my slit and then took my
hand to it. I knew he wanted me to put his erection into myself,
so that there would never be any question that I wanted what I
was about to get.
I took his erection in my hands, and placed it in just where
my finger had been earlier. Then I gave a little hip push and
felt the end of it go inside me. He pushed, I felt the pressure
increase and I locked my legs around him and pulled.
I felt a stretching sensation, then a sharp sensation, over as
quickly as it had begun. Then the resistance was gone, and he
was slowly sinking himself deep into me. I was so willing, and
wanted it so bad, and it felt better than anything I had ever
imagined in all my dreams and fantasies.
He pushed as deep in me as he could get and then stopped. I
opened my eyes and looked and I couldn't see it because it was
all the way inside me. I looked him in the eye, and before he
could say anything, I said, "Oh thank you, thank you! That feels
so good, so good. Is there more? Oh I hope so!"
Then he pulled it out, pushed it back in and pushed and thrust,
and I wiggled, moaned, and pushed back, for five or ten minutes.
And it got better! Neither of us has ever been able to figure
exactly how long it really took. It was so good time didn't
matter.
Then I started to feel more new feelings churning and building
up inside me. Things began to happen. He says I started acting
like a milking machine and that my interior muscles began to clinch
on his erection so that before he could do anything about it he lost
control and exploded his sperm out deep inside my body, time after
time, until he was drained.
I was still very dizzy, almost dazed, from my first real orgasm.
A real blast of an orgasm. Things took a while to come back into
focus. When I could see, I realized that he was still lying there,
as close to me as he could get, but without weighing me down. Our
arms and legs and bodies were still firmly entwined and entangled.
He put his lips to mine and began to kiss me again and we kissed
for several minutes.
Before I could do much more than let him know how happy I was,
mom's voice called out from the living room, asking me to come
outside to the patio, where the evening festivities were about
to continue.
He pulled out of me, rose, and began to pull his clothing back
together. I slipped my panties back on quickly. He stopped me
from dropping my dress back in place for a moment, and tucked
several folded tissues from my bedside tissue box into the crotch
of my panties. He kissed me gently on the lips and told me
"That'll catch some of the juice."
Then I unlatched the door and checked the living room. As soon
as I was sure no one was there, I reached back for him. He took my
hand and we went together out to the back yard. If anyone noticed
us coming out together they must have assumed it was nothing to
think about, because no one ever said anything. Who was I to
complain about that?
That night, he slept over as had been planned because our party
ended so late. About two in the morning I got out of bed, and
slipped into the guest room, where he was staying. I thought he
was asleep, so I dropped my robe off my naked body and slid into
bed with him.
He wasn't asleep. In fact, he was naked too, and had been
hoping I'd come. And I did, too. Several more times, as a matter
of fact, as he made love to me.
This time it was even better, if that is possible, because his
whole body was touching mine, and his magic hands could glide over
my entire body, wherever he wanted.
I was able to caress him, too, and was amazed at how much pleasure
I was getting out of feeling him, holding him, and knowing that it
was me arousing him, and not Sis.
When I climbed atop him and pulled his erection toward my entrance,
he slid it directly and deeply in. Then he held it there, deep inside
me, unmoving, and began to tell me how beautiful and desirable I
was. I could feel his heart beat through the pulsations of his
organ.
Then he talked to me, and wouldn't move inside me until I would
answer a question. Then he'd stroke slowly and gently inside me
for a while. I could tell how my answers affected him, because
I could feel it in his erect and hard organ.
When I admitted I had been a virgin, it seemed to swell up a
little more. He froze again, holding my bottom firmly to keep
me still too. Then he resumed.
When I finally admitted that I was only just thirteen, his
organ pulsed so hard I was afraid he was going to come dispute his
stillness, and I didn't want to quit yet.
When I told him of the feelings I had been having, and how he had
become my inspiration, he really began to move inside me.
Then he told me how much I had moved him, and that he had - in a
few moments - lost all interest in my Sis. When he said he was
trying to figure ways we could be together more often, it was my
turn to loose control. I came. I surprised myself, it happened
so fast. He just held on to me, and waited it out and then after
a bit of a rest we talked some more, as his wonderful organ stayed
hard and deep inside me.
He told me about all his past and that this was all nothing
compared to me, and how much he wanted to keep me. If I got
pregnant from yesterday and tonight - we hadn't taken any
precautions due to how fast things had happened. - to not
worry. I wasn't. I was feeling too good. Somehow I knew
he'd stand by me always. I will always feel that way.
After another long bout of intermittent talk and lovemaking, -
by now he was on top again - I locked my legs around him. I felt
another surge of emotion coming on, and buried my face in his
shoulder so I could scream out my fulfillment without waking
anyone. As soon as I felt it begin to happen, I warned him. I
told him that he was the most wonderful thing that had ever
happened to me, and that he could come in me anytime he wanted,
because I liked it that way.
He redoubled his efforts moving in and out of me so fast I
couldn't believe it, but I kept up. Then He went rigid, and I
did too, and together we pressed against each other, vibrating
in our ecstasy, trying to hold onto the moment as long as possible.
Until we came crashing back down to earth.
We lay there, sweating, gasping for breath, and holding each
other close, rolling sideways on the bed, but trying to stay as
close as possible.
As his organ shrank out of me, I whispered "Is this all?".
"For this moment, yes. For this night, maybe. For this
life" - and here he again kissed me - "no way is this all. Now
that I've found you, I want to keep you. Somehow, we'll find a
way. That is, as long as that's the way you want it."
"Oh God, Yes!" I said. "If I had known sex could be this
good! ... Oh, Hold me."
So we hugged up to each other and kissed and caressed and
talked quietly for a long time. He told me how he had been
completely won over by my actions, that I had in the fullest
meaning of the word "seduced" him. That I held his heart and
soul in my hands as well as his body. So far as he was concerned,
no other woman could ever appear desirable to him now that I
had so completely taken over his mind and body.
I explained to him that I had heard and read a lot, had seen
a little and had guessed more, but had been totally surprised
at the intensity of the emotions he had made me feel. And that
if I had satisfied him and had his heart, then the same was true
of him. No movie star or teen idol would ever be attractive to
me again. Unless they made me think of him.
He wanted to know how I could know that when he knew that he
had been my first and only love. I had no answer except to
snuggle my head deeper into his shoulder and say that somehow
I just knew, and enjoy the sensation of togetherness I felt
with him.
After a long time of this sweet gentleness, which alone would
have been worth it, I felt his penis began to stir against my thigh.
I reached down to confirm it and it continued to slowly grow.
"Well I'll be damned!" He said. "I didn't know I had it in
me."
"Maybe not," I giggled, "but I sure know I've had it in me.
And I want it there again."
When we made love this time, it was different. It was done
very slowly, very deeply, with infinite patience and love.
Endlessly, slowly, in and out, back and forth. Regular as the
tick of a clock, and slowly as a drop of water running down a
frosty window.
I think it must have taken an hour or so, and I must have
come a dozen times before he finally spilled inside me for the
final time that night.
We fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms, and didn't wake
up til the alarm went off.
There's a bathroom with a shower next to his room. It's shared
from the hall and from the room on the other side of it. We latched
the doors and enjoyed a long leisurely loving and caress-ful shower
together until some of my family began moving around.
I got my robe and went back to my room, where I changed my
bedspread which I had completely forgotten. It still had the
marks and stains from the night before where he had taken me
for the first time. I folded it and put it away and kept it. I
still have it and I have no intention of washing it. It's too
valuable of a souvenir to me.
I played footsie with Bill again at breakfast. Just like the
night before no one noticed but the two of us. Except Sis. She
somehow realized that he was no longer interested in her and tried
to charm him. He was immune to Sis's beauty, thanks to me. She
hasn't yet figured out what happened.
She got a little unpleasant eventually. I enjoyed watching her
loose her cool. I figure it will be good for her and maybe next
time she gets a nice guy she'll treat him right. Maybe someday
I'll let her know what happened and that it was me that stole
the best man she ever knew from her.
We had to chill out all that morning, But before he left, he
gave me his address and phone number, and made sure I knew how
to get to his apartment.
We knew we'd have a problem trying to continue our relationship,
but I was determined to continue seeing him. I phoned a girl
friend and arranged for her to call back and ask for me to come
over for the rest of the weekend. She just happened to live
just a few blocks from Bill's place, and I just happened to go
to the wrong place. And she just happened to be willing to
cover for me.
So he and I just happened to spend the rest of that Saturday,
all day Sunday and Sunday night exploring each other and getting
to know each other better and better.
When I left for school Monday morning, I was an experienced
woman, not a little girl. All those boys that I had been so
giggly over just the previous week were suddenly shallow and
boring.
We've been together for better than a year and a half, now.
We've made our plans. When I'm old enough, we'll pretend to
meet again and fall in love, and we'll be married somehow no
matter what people think.
I don't care that Bill's older than my dad. Just that he is
a wonderful and skilled lover who satisfies me completely. He
has a wonderful firm body that I love to feel against my own,
without any of the slackness I've noticed in other men, but at
the same time, he isn't so obviously muscular that it looks
funny.
I don't care that we have to be super careful that we don't
get caught, and that I can only get away with him one or two
weekends and maybe half a dozen nights a month. I just care
that those times are worth it.
I don't care that my girlfriends have to help me, and cover
up for me, and that it gets harder each week to keep my family
from finding out.
I will keep my secret, and will spend every moment with him
I can steal until I am old enough that no one can stop us. Then
we can quit hiding and let our love out into the light.
In the meantime, we will make passionate love every time we
can steal away together.
We went camping together several times last year, sometimes
for a week or more at a time. I get grounded every time I
disappear, but I just smile, say "Okay." and act just as sweet
as I can until I get off being grounded. Then I sneak over
and sleep with him again.
My folks have just about given up. They know I'm not doing
drugs, or drinking, just that I insist on vanishing every so
often. And that I don't even seem to mind being grounded. Why
should I? There's nothing I want to do anyway, unless he's there
to do it with. They just can't figure it out. It's almost funny.
They also can't figure out why my grades, which were always good,
are getting better. I'm not about to tell them who is helping
and encouraging me.
They must assume I have a lover, or at least a boyfriend, but
they can't figure out who, and they can't seem to get up the
courage to discuss it with me. They never will, either.
We've been using birth control since that first wild weekend
together. I can't wait until the time comes that we can stop
taking precautions. I've missed taking precautions several times
without telling him, but only when temperature and the calendar
says it's most safe. There's something about taking his seed
deep inside me and my knowing and holding it there that turns
me on so much! I seem to come much harder when I know I'm
taking a risk with him.
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