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Goodbye Aardvark
by Dreamgiver (hughmacg23@hotmail.com)

***

A gentle, beautifully written account of how Thomas, a 
12-year-old boy, and Erica, his 13-year-old friend, 
discover that sex is not just for adults. (mf-yteens, 
rom, 1st, oral)

***

When I woke up that morning in July, I was a 12-year-
old boy named Thomas who loved Froot Loops, chocolate 
ice cream and TV cartoons. A kid like any other. A 
summer morning like any other. But by noon, everything 
would be different. I would know how it feels to come, 
not just in my own hand, but deep inside someone else’s 
body. I would know what it’s like to.lick chocolate ice 
cream off a naked girl. My girlfriend. My lover.

Erica and I have been friends since we were both in 
kindergarten. I’m an only child; she has a younger 
sister called Kim. We live a few blocks from each other 
in a suburb of Ottawa. Years ago I went round to her 
home a few times – she had posters of horses on her 
bedroom walls, and a pet cat called Giggles. And she 
liked to keep a toy Arthur, the aardvark with glasses, 
on her pillow. 

One time I said something witty and she told me I was 
the cutest boy in the whole school. I started feeling 
strange and I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t. After I 
turned eight or nine, it didn’t feel right to go to her 
house anymore, let alone her bedroom. I hung around 
with the guys. She hung around with the girls.

She’s a few months older than I am, and by the time I 
turned 11, it was like she belonged in a different 
grade. My voice was still really high. She seemed 
pretty tall, and she didn’t wear pink anymore, and when 
I stole a glance across the classroom, it seemed like I 
could see a hint of curves under her white T-shirt. The 
day we graduated from elementary school, I danced with 
her and a few of the other girls. But they were all 
bigger than me and most of them pretended not to notice 
me. Erica talked to me a bit, but mostly she seemed 
interested in this pimply jerk named Mitchell who said 
he wanted to be a hockey player when he grew up.

Then she went off to a private school for girls. 
Sometimes I would see her running for the bus in her 
school uniform – a white blouse and a grey skirt, 
rolled up above the knees – but for nearly a year we 
never spoke. I went to a regular junior-high. Last fall 
I had my 12th birthday. By way of a party, I went 
bowling with some of the guys. But during the long 
winter I started to change. Suddenly my cock was more 
than just a little stub, and I soon figured out how it 
could give me pleasure. Where my cock met my lower 
belly, black fuzz had appeared from nowhere. My voice 
was falling. And my mom had to buy me a whole new set 
of clothes. 

In late June, when I ran into Erica at the opening 
barbecue of our neighbourhood swimming pool, she seemed 
kind of surprised at the sight of me. She had just 
turned 13, she said. We talked for a long time. I 
didn’t know all the movies or bands she liked, but I 
knew enough to keep the conversation going. I made a 
couple of jokes that she thought were really funny. One 
of them almost made her choke on her hot dog. When she 
decided it was time to go swimming, she pulled her T-
shirt over her long blonde hair to expose a blue bikini 
underneath. We looked at each other without saying 
anything, and I could swear her eyes dropped below my 
waist for a second. I had a hard-on, of course. A 
little smile flitted across her face but then she dived 
into the water.

Over the next couple of weeks we saw each other at the 
pool a lot. One time she began to rub sunscreen onto my 
shoulders and back and thighs, until she saw somebody 
watching us. Then she stopped. But she whispered into 
my ear, "You’re getting all muscular. Black hair and 
muscles, wow." After she rode her bike home for supper, 
I ran into the empty changing room and jerked off. It 
only took about four strokes until I came. When I got 
home, my mother said in a warning tone, "Watch out for 
the girls, Thomas. You’re still very young."

"And you’re very old," I thought.

But the next day when I went to the pool, I found Erica 
deep in conversation with a girl I didn’t know. A girl 
with bushy red hair and, it was obvious, big breasts. 
Erica didn’t even introduce me. I horsed around for a 
bit and splashed water on their legs. They both glared 
at me. I put on my Bart Simpson voice but Erica said to 
her friend, in a really loud voice, "Don’t pay any 
attention to him, he’s just an annoying little kid." 

So I turned my back, swam a couple of lengths, got 
dressed and rode my bike home. A little kid, eh? For 
the next few days I hung around with my friends Jonas 
and Nick, and I didn’t go near the pool. Then one 
evening the phone rang and my mother asked me to answer 
it.

"Is that Thomas?" the voice said. I could tell it was 
Erica, speaking quietly. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No," I said. "Well, maybe kind of."

"Listen," she said. "Tomorrow morning my mom’s got to 
drive my sister off to camp in Quebec. My dad leaves 
for work soon after 8. So there’ll be nobody in the 
house till the afternoon. Would you like to come over?"

"Um, sure," I said.

"Only the two of us, you understand?" Erica said, just 
as my mother, who was baking a cake in the kitchen, 
called out, "Who is it, darling?" 

"I have to go," I whispered. 

"Maybe 8:30?" Erica said before she hung up.

"It was Nick," I told my mother "He wants me to come 
round in the morning."

It’s a good thing she couldn’t see my face; she knows 
me all too well, and she would have realized I was 
lying. As it was, she seemed kind of suspicious the 
next morning. Why did I throw on my jeans and orange 
shirt and sandals so fast? Why was I keen to devour my 
Froot Loops and leave the house so early? "Ride 
safely," she called after me as I left the house. 

I rode fast at first, then slower, then really slowly. 
What did Erica want, anyway? As I parked my bike in her 
empty driveway, I felt a tingling in the pit of my 
stomach. I rang the doorbell not knowing what to 
expect.

She opened it an inch to make sure it was me. When she 
opened it fully, I saw why – she was wearing the blue 
bikini and nothing else. At the pool, comparing her to 
some of the other girls in Grade 6 and 7, I thought she 
looked really mature. That morning, as she stood 
barefoot in the hall, she seemed no older than me. Her 
face was nearly round: what my mom calls "girlish." But 
her eyes were shining. They were the same colour as her 
bikini.

"Hi," she said. "It’s great you came round. I wasn’t 
sure you would."

I followed her into the house, then out onto the back 
deck. Her pet cat was sunning himself. "Hi, Giggles," I 
said, and reached down to stroke his silky black fur. 
"You remember him?" Erica said. "Of course," I said. 
"He used to really like me." Giggles began to purr and 
rub against my leg. "He still does," Erica said. "He’s 
a smart cat."

There was silence for a minute and then she went into 
the kitchen and came back with a plate of chocolate-
chip cookies and two glasses of milk. We sat facing 
each other on a pair of canvas chairs, not sure what to 
say to each other. "Good cookies!" I finally said. 
Actually they weren’t as good as the ones my mom makes, 
but I didn’t want to hurt Erica’s feelings. I reached 
down to pet the cat again.

"I’m really sorry, Thomas," I heard her say. I 
straightened up and found she was looking away from me. 
"I know I hurt you the other night when I said – that 
thing. I didn’t mean to be cruel. It was just that 
Tiffany was telling me all about her boyfriend 
problems."

"She has boyfriend problems?" I said. I was thinking 
that with breasts like hers, the guys must be lining 
up.

"Yeah," Erica said. "This guy beat her up because she 
didn’t want to sleep with him any more."

"Oh," I said. 

"You wouldn’t ever do that to me, would you?" 

"Beat you up? Of course not! You know me, I don’t even 
like to beat up mosquitoes."

This was true – people always tell me how gentle I am – 
but she seemed to find it hilarious. When she stopped 
laughing, she said, "You have milky lips, did you 
know?"

I reached my tongue out to lick the milk away. Despite 
the coating of milk, my lips felt kind of dry. I 
couldn’t think how to reply, so I finally said, "And 
you have a beautiful body." 

This seemed to be the right response, because to my 
amazement Erica got up off her chair, walked a couple 
of steps over to mine, and said in a really soft voice, 
"Do you wanna go out with me?"

"Sure," I said, and then she was leaning down, her hair 
brushing my forehead, her fingers clutching my hand, 
and her lips pressing against mine. My first – 

"Not like that," she said, pulling away. "Open your 
mouth."

So I did. It was the sweetest, coolest taste in the 
world. I could have stayed there all morning, doing 
nothing except kiss her. But she pulled away again.

"What do you want to do now?" she said.

Now? Did we have to stop? I felt like one of those 
explorers we’d read about in school, standing on a 
seashore or a mountaintop, grateful to have reached a 
lookout point, not certain where to travel next.

"Play a game, maybe?"

This was not the right answer. She wrinkled up her 
little nose, let go of my hands and sat down again in 
her chair. I realized my voice had crept up an octave.

"What kind of game? You mean like Monopoly or Clue?" 

I didn’t know what kind of game I meant. But I knew I 
wanted more of that taste, more of those lips, so firm 
yet so incredibly soft. For a second I wondered what 
her breasts would look and feel like if she took her 
bikini top off.

"How about strip poker?" I said in as deep a voice as I 
could muster. 

Her blue eyes widened and she began to say something, 
then stopped. "You mean it?" she said. I nodded. She 
grinned and said, "OK, let’s go inside."

So we walked back into her living room, shutting the 
door on Giggles. My mind was racing. "I don’t really 
know the rules," I said, "but we can make up some."

"Fine," she said. "Got any ideas?"

"We each pick a card," I said. "Whoever gets the lower 
card has to take something off." I knew this wasn’t 
really poker, but I didn’t care. And neither did she. 
She fetched a pack of cards from another room. They 
were World Wildlife Fund cards, with a panda on the 
back of each.

"But it’s not fair you’ve got so many clothes," she 
said. "Are you wearing any underpants? Yeah? So I have 
to put on three more things. Don’t go away!"

And she ran upstairs to her bedroom. I could hear her 
opening a cupboard. I half-expected her to come down 
and order me out of the house – 12-year-old boys aren’t 
allowed to be in paradise! The nervous tingle in my 
stomach had come back. When she emerged from her room a 
minute later, she was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt 
and a green sweater. She looked beautiful – I could see 
she’d brushed her hair – but suddenly it was impossible 
to imagine her naked.

"So, loverboy," she said, "pick a card."

She called me "loverboy"?

We were standing on the plush white carpet, with the 
panda cards on a low coffee table between us. I chose a 
card – the 6 of diamonds. "Oh by the way," she said, 
"ace counts high." She lifted the 8 of spades.

I kicked off my left sandal and grinned. I grinned even 
more when I chose the jack of hearts. She wiggled her 
tongue at me, reached down, and produced the ace of 
spades.

So, I was barefoot now. "You go first this time," I 
said. She nodded and took the four of hearts. "That 
should be easy to beat," I said. But the card that came 
away in my hand turned out to be the two of clubs.

Slowly I hitched my orange T-shirt over my head and let 
it fall to the carpet. My chest felt incredibly bare. 
Erica had seen it before at the pool, of course, but 
had she ever looked at it so closely? Did I have enough 
muscles for her? Had I got rid of the baby fat?

She reached out and picked the eight of diamonds. I 
went right down to the bottom of the pack, and came up 
brandishing the six of spades.

Now I had to take off my jeans. I felt an impulse of 
shyness, a sudden need for privacy, so I half-turned 
away from her as I dealt with the zipper and pulled the 
jeans down. Not very graceful. I turned back to face 
her, my ears burning. Now all that was left between me 
and oblivion was a pair of thin red briefs, with a wet 
spot in the middle where my cock was pushing out the 
fabric into a little tent.

Erica was still standing beside the coffee table, fully 
dressed as though it were a morning for church. "Wow," 
she said. She had a huge grin on her face. I wondered 
what my mom would say if she could see us now. That 
made my cock start to droop, and I said, "Maybe I 
should be going ..."

Silence. "You really want to?"

"No," I said. "Of course not. But I – I want to – like, 
it doesn’t seem fair you’re still dressed."

Erica picked up the entire pack in her hands. She 
leafed through it and plucked out a card. Then another. 
Then another. She put the pack down on the table and 
showed me what she’d taken: the 2 of clubs, the 2 of 
hearts and the 2 of spades. "Choose your cards," she 
said. And when I’d picked up three others, she didn’t 
even bother to look at them. Instead she tugged her 
sweater over her head, tossed away her T-shirt, and 
stepped gracefully out of her jeans. 

Now she was wearing nothing more than the blue bikini, 
and looking straight at me. How come girls are so 
brave? My head was swirling. I felt like she was a 
thousand miles away.

"Don’t be scared," she said softly. "You’re a big boy 
now."

Maybe so, but I almost wished I was back at home, with 
my mother packing my school bag and putting the box of 
Froot Loops on the breakfast table. "Watch out for the 
girls," she had said. I was watching. Boy, was I 
watching.

Then Erica picked up another card. The 10 of diamonds. 
Automatically I followed her: the king of clubs. 

She drew in her breath slightly, as though she hadn’t 
believed I would ever win a hand. But right away she 
reached behind, undid the fastening, and pulled off the 
bikini top. 

Her breasts were smaller than I had imagined. Much 
smaller than the models I’d seen in Penthouse and 
jerked off, thinking about. They were like – I don’t 
know, pale upturned saucers. Or little peaches. Peaches 
with a tiny wild strawberry in the middle.

For the first time she was the anxious one. She lifted 
her hands up to her chest, covering her left nipple 
with the right hand and her right nipple with the left 
hand. "Are my breasts too small for you?" she said. 
"They’re still growing, right? I won’t need a training 
bra forever."

"They’re perfect," I said. 

Slowly she lowered her hands to her side. "Most of the 
girls in my class have bigger ones," she said. "I keep 
thinking I’ll have a growth spurt or something."

"It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry."

I’d already told her she had a beautiful body, and it 
was absolutely true. But why did I ever think she was 
tall? She couldn’t have stood any more than five feet. 
Standing there topless, she looked almost fragile. 
Everything about her was a gentle curve. Even her knees 
were beautiful – mine stuck out like knobs. 

She reached for another card. The 6 of hearts. If I 
took a higher card, maybe I could escape with my 
dignity intact. 

I picked the 6 of clubs. We both laughed. Then she 
chose another: the 9 of spades. It was my turn and with 
a flourish, I reached down – and chose the 8 of clubs.

I stood there blushing all over my body. I couldn’t 
move. I’d never been naked in front of a girl. I didn’t 
even like being naked in front of boys – I felt they 
were sizing me up and finding me a bit on the puny 
side. 

"I’m waiting," Erica said, and I remembered how 
vulnerable she had looked just a minute ago. What was 
so important about dignity, anyway? I took a deep 
breath, put my hands on my briefs and tried to pull 
them off; but my cock was stuck inside and it took a 
few seconds to get it free. As I wriggled it out of the 
damp fabric, I wondered if she’d burst out laughing. 
Even when it stood fully erect, my cock was a little 
less than five inches long. Tiffany’s ex-boyfriend 
probably had a snake in his pants. 

The briefs were down at my feet. My black, wispy 
strands of pubic hair were exposed to the morning 
light. My cock was standing to attention. 

"Oh my God," she said. "It’s so gorgeous. You’re so 
gorgeous."

I was? In all my twelve years, I’d never thought of 
myself that way. 

"Can I touch it?" she asked.

I nodded. I was feeling too dazed to say a word. Very 
gently she reached over the table and put two fingers 
on the tip of my cock. She pressed it a little, then 
moved her fingers all the way down to the base and back 
up again. I just stood there in silence. Erica circled 
my cock tentatively with her whole hand and gave a 
little squeeze. I must have groaned because she pulled 
her hand away and said, "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I said. "It was great."

My voice was cracking. Other kids would have laughed at 
me. But Erica just gave me a big smile. Suddenly I 
realized she wasn’t going to mock me – she’d just 
become my girlfriend, right? I could trust her. I 
didn’t have to be afraid. I smiled back and said, "My 
turn to touch."

I was thinking I might reach across the table and find 
out what her little breasts felt like. But she was 
asking me, "You want to go upstairs?" 

I started to pick up my clothes. Then I realized Erica 
was heading up the stairs wearing nothing more than the 
half-bikini. So I dropped my clothes again and 
followed. For a second I wondered if by upstairs, she 
meant the bathroom. But when I got to her bedroom door, 
there she was perched on the edge of her bed, clutching 
Arthur between her breasts.

"Come in, loverboy," she said.

I didn’t know what to do, so I sat down beside her. The 
horses that used to decorate her walls had been 
replaced by posters of Orlando Bloom, but she still had 
a collection of stuffed toys piled on a chair. 
Awkwardly I put my arm around her shoulders. I could 
feel Arthur next to her skin. My cock was jutting up so 
high it bounced a couple of times off my stomach. She 
seemed to be waiting for me to do something. But what?

"Can I lie down?" I said.

For answer she pushed me gently over onto my back and 
straddled me. My cock was now poking up in front of her 
bikini briefs. She tossed Arthur onto the floor, saying 
"Goodbye, aardvark." Then she leaned down and kissed 
me. This time I kept my mouth open, and her teeth 
banged into mine. Then, don’t ask me how, teeth became 
irrelevant and our tongues met with delight. I felt her 
breasts touching my own chest. I closed my eyes. When I 
opened them again, she was looking at me.

"Don’t you like what you see?" she asked.

"You still have some clothes on," I answered. I didn’t 
know if she would really take her last item off, but as 
soon as I’d spoken she sat up and slithered out of her 
bikini bottom. Like me, she had a light growth of hair 
down there. I wanted to feast my eyes on her cunt but 
she dropped her body onto me again and began to kiss me 
wet and hard. It was all I could do to stop her 
slurping the tongue out of my mouth. Somehow my hands 
found her breasts and began to play with them. When she 
stopped for breath, I moved my mouth down onto her left 
breast and started to lick and suck like crazy. She was 
making strange noises, I noticed, but for a minute I 
kept on sucking.

"How far – oh – oh my God – how far – d’you wanna go?"

"All the way," I said. I didn’t care if that was the 
wrong thing to say – I was feeling stronger and braver 
than I’d ever felt in my life. And instead of 
protesting, she said "OK," shifted position and grabbed 
my cock. This time she didn’t handle it tentatively; 
she placed her mouth right on the head, pulled it in, 
and started to suck.

It was the best feeling in the universe. It was fire 
and chocolate all at once. This was my cock’s proper 
home: Erica’s mouth. I began to twist and writhe on the 
bed but she kept her mouth slithering up and down my 
cock. Within a few seconds I knew I couldn’t stop 
myself. "Oh God," I said. "God! I’m gonna come!"

She pulled her mouth away just in time. As it was, 
spurt after spurt landed on her chin, her neck, her 
breasts, her stomach. I fell backwards, not knowing 
whether to laugh or cry. "I’m sorry," I finally said. 
"I –"

"What are you sorry for?" she interrupted. "That was 
awesome. Totally amazing." She wiped her chin with a 
finger and licked it. "Tastes a bit yucky, though. Let 
me go get a towel."

She came back a minute later, all cleaned up, and 
carrying a big old towel. I was stretched out across 
her bed, looking up at Legolas on the ceiling. "They 
say young boys are always ready," she remarked. "Is 
that true?" I didn’t know what she meant at first, but 
then she asked me to get off the bed for a second, so 
she could lay the towel on top of the sheets. When 
she’d done that, she lay down on her back and opened 
her legs wide. "Well, don’t just stand there," she 
said. "Fuck me. Fuck me, loverboy." 

And hearing those words, looking at the pink moistness 
below her tan line – I didn’t even have the right words 
yet, except for "cunt" – I grew hard and big again. I 
lay down half beside her, half on top of her, and she 
showed me where my fingers should explore. I never 
realized a girl could be so wet down there. After a 
minute I put my mouth where my fingers had been, and 
almost immediately Erica started to pant and groan and 
whimper. The sounds were so amazing, I almost wanted to 
stop and listen. But already she was pulling me away.

"Fuck me," she said again. "Now!"

I straddled her, prouder of what we were doing than I’d 
ever been proud of anything. But a little afraid, too. 
I thought I knew exactly where my cock should go, and I 
was wrong. Erica grabbed hold and pulled me down an 
inch or two, till I realized I had entered somewhere 
new, something like hot fudge and the ocean all at 
once. The feeling was incredible, but my cock had only 
gone a little way in. I pushed harder into the wet 
tightness and she called out in pain. So I pulled out, 
uncertain.

"No!" she said, in a voice that mingled anger and 
frustration. "Push! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

So I went back in, and this time I didn’t stop, even 
when her cries scared me. After five or six more 
thrusts I knew I was deep inside, all the way inside, 
and I began to cry out too. I can’t even imagine how 
much noise we were making. I kept on thrusting and soon 
she was shuddering and moaning and crying and shouting 
all at once. Then I spurted out my love juice again. 

After that, we were quiet for a minute. I pulled my 
cock out but I stayed on top of her, kissing her 
eyelids, kissing her lips, kissing her wet cheeks. 

"My God," she said at last. "You made so much noise, 
you sounded like a baby rhino."

Eventually we cleaned ourselves up. She threw the 
stained towel into a laundry bin and we went 
downstairs. There were my clothes, lying forlornly on 
the carpet. There was Giggles, still waiting at the 
back door. There was the outside world, apparently 
unchanged. How could this be?

She fetched a tub of chocolate ice cream and we sat in 
the TV room, side by side, feeding ourselves and 
watching Rug Rats. My mom won’t let me take food into 
our TV room, but Erica said she and Kim eat in there 
all the time. Then we started to feed each other. And 
when I accidentally spilt a spoonful of ice cream on 
her breasts, I just had to lick it up. "You’re such a 
little kid," she said, and for a second I was mad, but 
then we started laughing. And then she accidentally 
made sure a splodge of ice cream landed on my cock. And 
soon there was ice cream in her hair and in my hair and 
on her cunt, and we were sucking and licking each other 
all over again. That’s how I discovered what a 
tongueful of cunt juice tastes like. That’s how she 
discovered it’s not a great idea to have a boy’s semen 
land in your eye.

And when we’d both come, and Rug Rats was over, we had 
to go take a shower to wash everything off. But Erica 
looked and felt so amazing there, with the hot water 
pouring off her blonde hair and her naked back, that I 
got all hard again. So we started fucking in the 
shower, standing up. But we couldn’t figure out how 
everything should fit, so we ended up running upstairs 
and jumping on her bed again. This time she was on top 
and I lay underneath. Our bodies weren’t just clean, 
they were squeaky. I kissed her everywhere she didn’t 
have a tan, and some places she did, and she taught me 
a new word: "clitoris." When we fucked, Erica came so 
loudly I thought the neighbours would surely hear and 
ring the doorbell to find out what was wrong. 

Finally we cuddled and just held each other in our 
arms. She picked up the toy Arthur off the floor and 
introduced him to my cock. He had his glasses on, and 
he took a good long look. "Maybe he’s gay," I said. 
"Don’t worry," she said, "he knows every inch of me. My 
belly button drives him crazy." "A bisexual aardvark," 
I said. "Whatever next?" "Arthur’s only in Grade 3," 
Erica said. "Don’t corrupt the little guy."

It was past noon, and I knew I’d have to be getting 
home before long. What story would I make up for my 
mother?

"Just tell her you’ve done the most beautiful thing in 
the world," Erica said. "Don’t be ashamed! Why is it 
that grown-ups never want kids to make love? Why are 
they so selfish about it?"

"So, are you going to tell your parents when they get 
home?"

"OK, maybe not," she admitted. "They still think I’m 
sweet and innocent."

"I guess they don’t believe kids are ready for sex."

"That’s crazy," she said. "I am so ready now."

"Anyway," I said, "if you add up our ages, we’re 25."

"Too old," she said. "Way too old. Right now I don’t 
want any lover over the age of 12." And with that, she 
dived down the bed to see if my cock was getting hard 
again. Which it was. She rolled it around in her mouth 
and took it deeply in her throat. "Loverboy," she said 
when she came up for air. "Oh! Oh fuck!" Because I was 
just discovering that if I opened my lips really wide 
and squeezed tenderly with my hand, I could fit an 
entire breast into my mouth. 

My God, I thought, there’s so much I still have to 
discover. So much pleasure. So much joy.  

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