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The Girl with Something Extra
by dirtyoldman (address withheld)

***

Amanda always liked to see her girlfriends nude so she 
would invite her friends for sleepovers to get a peek 
at them. Then one day, the 13-year-old has her friend 
Danni over, not realizing that there was more to the 
girl than meets with eye! (ff-teens, 1st, oral, herm)

***

As long as I can remember, I’ve looked at other girl’s 
crotches. If I stayed the night at a girlfriend’s 
house, I’d look at her crotch when we got ready for 
bed. Same thing if one would spend the night with me. 
It never got me in any trouble; none of my girlfriends 
ever said anything about it. I thought it was just 
natural curiosity. As a matter of fact, I still don’t 
think there’s anything wrong with it.

When I grew hair down there, and began having my 
period, I spent the night with as many different 
girlfriends as possible, giving me the widest range of 
crotches to look at. I was one of the first girls in my 
circle of friends to mature, and for a short time, 
until they caught up with me, it was a source of pride 
when I’d look down at my girlfriends and see their 
little, hairless pussies, knowing my was covered with a 
fine thatch of pubic hair.

I never discussed my staring with any of my 
girlfriends. The subject never really came up. I’d 
stare, but nothing was ever said. The only time it was 
ever mentioned was when I was about six. My friend 
Danni came over to spend the night for the first time. 
As we got ready for bed, she dropped her panties, and I 
scoped out her crotch. 

"Huh?" I cried out in surprise. She had a couple large 
bulges in her crotch. One was just above her slit, and 
two more were just behind the first one, toward the 
front on either side of her slit. They looked odd. She 
didn’t look sick. Just different. Odd. 

"What’s the matter, Amanda?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said. "I looked at your crotch. It’s 
just that, I don’t know, you look, you know, kinda 
funny down there."

She looked at her feet. "Down where?"

"There!" I pointed at her crotch.

She looked at herself. "How do you mean, I look funny?"

I shrugged. "I don’t know. You just look... different, 
that’s all. You've got... bumps, or something. It’s 
just... different!"

She sat down on my bed naked, and tried to screw 
herself into a ball to look more closely at her body. 
Rubbing herself, she asked, "What do you mean, 
different?"

"I don’t know. You just don’t look like others I’ve 
seen."

"You’ve seen other girls... down there?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, how do I look different?"

"I don’t know. You just got... bumps, or something. You 
know what I mean!"

She straightened back out. "No, I don’t. Let me see 
yours."

I realized then that I still had my jeans on, so I 
quickly doffed them. Danni stared intently at my 
crotch, then back at herself to compare. "You’re right! 
I do look different! I wonder why?"

Before we could discuss it any further, we heard Mom 
come down the hall, and quickly jumped into our 
pajamas. The subject was quickly forgotten, and we 
never discussed it again.

Danni’s father served in the Air Force, and a couple 
months after this, he was transferred to another Air 
Force Base across the country. I never saw Danni again. 

Mom and Dad are civilian workers at the base, and I 
went to school with a lot of the children of the Air 
Force personnel. I realized, as I got older, that the 
children from the base stayed the same age. It wasn’t 
they didn’t actually age, but rather, the Air Force 
personnel who rotated in and out had only small 
children. As I got older, it seemed that the soldiers 
got younger. It was just that I was getting closer in 
age to them, and older than their children. By the time 
I was in the eighth grade, there were just a handful of 
military brats in my class.

I remember the first day of eighth grade very well. 
After the normal, bullshit welcome-back-to-school 
assembly, I strutted into my first class, proud as hell 
of my chest that had grown a little over the summer. 
Sitting in the back row, where I always do on the first 
day of school, I watched Mr. Olsen, the science 
teacher, assign us seats based on our last name. The 
new girl next to me never moved when Mr. Olsen called 
names. Finally, he said, "Amanda Yost."

I took my seat, which left only the other girl. 
"Danielle Zent." The name sounded familiar, but I 
didn’t think anything of it. As many Air Force kids I 
went to school with, a lot of names sounded familiar. I 
thought nothing more of it.

She caught me at the end of class as I started to leave 
the room. "Are you Amanda Yost?" I nodded. "It’s me! 
Danni!" I shook my head a little, trying not to be rude 
to her. She seemed to think she knew me, but I couldn’t 
place her. "I’m Danni Zent!" She followed me as I 
walked to my locker. "You don’t remember me, do you?"

I stopped in the middle of the hall and stared at her 
for the first time. The pout on her face made her look 
attractive. "You look slightly familiar," I said, 
trying to be kind, "but I can’t place you. How do I 
know you?"

I started walking to me locker again, with her in tow. 
"I’m Danni! Danni Zent! You have to remember! We were 
in first grade together! I spent the night at you house 
one night!"

I stopped again, and really looked at her. Something 
about her reminded me of somebody, if I could only 
remember whom. As I began to turn again, she grabbed my 
arm, and whispered in my ear, "You said my pussy looked 
funny!"

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes nearly popped out of 
my head! "You’re her?" A smile spread across my face as 
I pulled her into a warm hug. "We were in first grade 
together! I remember now! How have you been? Where have 
you lived? Oh, my God! What’s your next class?"

She referred to her schedule. "I have math, Mr. 
Bachtold."

"Me, too!" We quickly compared schedules, and 
discovered that we had four of our seven classes 
together. We hurried to class, and hung out the rest of 
the day together. She made acquaintances with a few of 
the girls she remembered from first grade, although 
there weren’t many of them left here. Most of the kids 
in the lower grades are Air Force brats, like she had 
been. By the time we get even to the eighth grade, most 
of our lower classmates are gone. Her dad retired from 
the Air Force, and her parents decided to move here. 
They had liked the area when he had been stationed 
here.

Over the course of the next several weeks, we got 
reacquainted, as normal 13-year-old girls do. We hung 
out with friends, talked about boys, and classes, life; 
everything. It was great to be back with Danni. We had 
been such good friends before she moved away. As I 
looked back on it, it struck me as strange that she 
spent only one night at me house, and I never spent one 
at hers, but that was just how it worked out. 

I still spied on my girlfriend’s crotches whenever I 
got a chance, and I’d look at their chests when I could 
get away with that, too. I liked boys, too. I liked to 
look at the bulges in their pants when I could. I had 
also begun to masturbate. I discovered it by accident 
one night. The previous night, Donna Fowler had stayed 
the night with me. She had a lot of hair, and fairly 
large tits, and I had spent most of the night trying to 
get looks at her naked body. 

After she went home, I thought about her. She was 
beautiful. She was one of the cheerleaders! (It didn’t 
matter that I was, too) I couldn’t believe we were 
friends! I unconsciously began to touch, and rub, and 
prod myself, and suddenly, the most amazing feelings 
came over me. I learned I could get the same feelings 
if I thought about boys while I did that, too.

Lately, I had been trying to figure out how to get 
someone else to touch me. I liked the guys, but I was 
afraid of asking them, for fear of what they’d do, and 
what they’d say afterwards. Carla Sawyer had let a boy 
touch her down there the year before, when she was in 
the eighth grade, and afterwards, she had been called 
horrible names, like Whore, and Slut. Some of the guys 
even called her Hand-Job. I found out what a hand job 
was, and I knew I did not want to be called by that 
disgusting name.

I couldn’t ask any of the girls to do it, either. I’d 
heard about what they did to lesbians, and since I 
didn’t think I was a lesbian, I certainly didn’t want 
to be called one! I could just hear the talk about 
that! So I was stuck. I wanted someone other than 
myself to touch me down there, just no one to do it. 
Even my little brother was out. He was seven. Even I 
knew that was too young! He’d probably just scream, and 
run to tell Mom and Dad if I tried anything with him!

Junior high football games were usually on Thursday 
nights, so they wouldn’t conflict with the high school 
games. Danni had tried out for the cheerleader squad, 
and, although I thought she was just as good as any of 
us who made the squad, and maybe prettier than some of 
us, she didn’t make it. 

I thought she’d be disappointed, but she wasn’t. She 
seemed content to be best friends with one of the 
cheerleaders. Finally, near the end of the first 
grading period, I invited her to spend a Friday night 
with me. Mom and Dad had set up a room above the garage 
as a rec room, complete with a TV, and a couch that 
folded out into a big, two-person bed, a Pong game, a 
stereo, and even a small frij. They’d stock it with 
beer and wine when they used it for entertaining their 
friends, but took it out when they were finished. We 
usually had Cokes, and root beers, and Mountain Dews. 

I kept it well stocked with Dr. Peppers. Dad had 
plumbed in a bathroom there. I think he put it there so 
he wouldn’t have to come back to the house when he and 
his buddies were up there on Sundays drinking beer and 
watching football. Dad loved his Baltimore Colts! Most 
of his friends liked the Los Angeles Rams, or the San 
Francisco 49ers, or the Oakland Raiders. They were more 
local than the Colts, I guess. I just loved our Madison 
Junior High School Patriots, and knew that next year, 
I’d love our Roosevelt High School Renegades!

We scurried up to the rec room right after supper. I 
put on the stereo, tuned it to the local rock station. 
We danced to "Play that Funky Music," and "You Should 
be Dancing," and "Still the One." We even slow danced 
together to "Dream Weaver," giggling and laughing the 
whole time. 

I kept taking surreptitious looks at her, trying to 
figure out what she looked like under her clothes. In 
her clothes, she was very pretty. Her long blond hair 
cascaded in a typical 70’s style, long and straight, 
around her pretty face. Green eyes, a small, pert nose, 
and big, sensuous lips made up her face. 

Her tits were smaller than mine, but they stood 
straight out from her chest, and her nipples showed 
through her tight T-shirt. They were each large enough 
to fill my hand. The only thing unstylish things about 
her were her jeans. They were very baggy. I liked my 
blue jeans tight, to show off my nice, round ass. Her 
ass was round, and firm. 

I had found this out when we were slow dancing to 
"Dream Weaver." Just goofing around, we had made a show 
of grabbing each other’s ass, and I had liked the way 
it felt. I saw her staring at me, and I began to wonder 
if she was as interested in seeing my nude body as I 
was in seeing hers. 

Finally, I decided it was time to take the bull by the 
horns. It was dark outside. I looked at the clock. It 
was 8:30. I set down the Pong game hand control, and 
got up. "I’m gonna put on my pajamas, Danni," I said, 
lifting my shirt over my head. When I brought my arms 
down, she stared openly at my tits. Pretending not to 
notice, I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and 
held it in front of my chest, keeping my large, firm 
tits out of sight. "Aren’t you going to change, Danni?"

When she stood up, I could see her nipples clearly 
through her T-shirt. Her nipples had stood out earlier, 
when we were dancing, and I had enjoyed the feeling of 
her breasts against mine. But now she was staring 
directly at my tits. I wondered what she was thinking, 
but I was also rather proud, that perhaps I had aroused 
her. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, and tossed 
it on top of mine in the corner. She didn’t have on a 
bra! Her firm tits poked straight out from her chest, 
each topped with a nipple at least three quarters of an 
inch long, and hard! I dropped my bra on the shirts, 
and we stood, openly ogling each other’s breasts for a 
moment. 

Her breasts looked smaller than mine. I have a 36 C bra 
size, and my nipples are very sensitive. I like to play 
with them with one hand while my other hand is busy 
between my legs. I turned around to get my nightie, and 
at the same time, loosened off my blue jeans. "Oh, my!" 
I cried when I turned back around.

"What’s the matter, Amanda?" Danni asked. She’d doffed 
her jeans when I turned around to get my pajamas, and 
was now standing nude in front of me. Her natural 
curves gave her a flat belly, a thin waist, and 
sensuous, flared hips.

But when I stared at her crotch, like I always to do, 
it nearly took my breath away. "Danni! What’s that?" I 
asked.

"What’s what?" she asked, looking down.

"That!" I pointed between her legs.

"What?" she cried, trying in vain to see where I was 
pointing. She looked behind herself, and then moved her 
penis and ball sac to one side, and then the other, 
trying to look behind them. "I can’t see what, Amanda. 
What’s what?"

"It’s in your hand..."

She looked straight at her cock. "You mean this?"

"Duh. Of course I mean that!"

"What are you talking about? It just grew there when I 
got hair!"

I dropped my pants and panties in one quick motion. We 
now stood absolutely naked in front of each other. "I 
don’t have one!"

She stared at my crotch. Her eyes nearly bugged out of 
her head. "So you don’t!"

"Of course not!" I cried. "I’m normal!"

"What do you mean, ‘You’re normal?’" she wailed, 
sitting down on the couch.

I slipped my nightgown over my head, and said, "Stay 
here." I ran downstairs into the garage, and was back 
in a couple minutes, carrying a couple of Dad’s Playboy 
Magazines he didn’t know I knew he kept hidden in his 
tool chest in the garage. I started to sit down next to 
her again, but stopped, slipped off my pajamas again, 
and then sat next to her. Opening up the magazine to 
the centerfold, I show her the pictures of naked women. 
None of them had a penis.

"So, my cock isn’t normal, is it?" she asked.

"No, it isn’t. But that’s OK." I shrugged. "It’s kinda 
nice. You got something none of the rest of us have, 
don’t you." I was fascinated. We looked at the pictures 
in the magazine some more, and I started to get that 
funny feeling I got when I knew it was time to rub 
myself down there. My pussy was wet, but I didn’t want 
to touch myself, for fear Danni would think I was 
weird. I didn’t even look at her crotch, until she 
said, "I just gotta know one thing, Amanda." She looked 
sheepish, and held the magazine on her lap.

I stared at her face, carefully paying no attention to 
her body. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to 
figure out how to say what she wanted to say. Finally, 
she got up and walked away from me, covering her dick 
with the magazine. "When you wanna make yourself, you 
know, feel good, how do you do it? I mean," she dropped 
the magazine on the floor, turned around and grabbed 
her hard, now 6-inch long cock, "when I wanna do it, 
all I gotta do is this." She slowly massaged her 
growing cock, running her hand up and down the shaft. I 
was mesmerized. I had never seen a cock before today, 
and now, I was watching Danni jack hers off!

Suddenly, she stopped. "So, how do you do it?" she 
asked.

I jumped up, and threw the cushions off the couch. 
"Help me with this," I said, pulling on the fold out 
bed, "and I’ll show you!"

As soon as the bed was out, we smoothed out the 
bedcovers, and jumped on. I lay back, spread my legs, 
and began to massage my lips. "Like this," I said. 
Quickly, the feelings I felt looking at the magazine 
magnified. Liquid drooled from my pussy as my fingers 
caressed the soft folds of flesh there. I opened my 
eyes a crack, to see Danni staring intently at my 
fingers. My fingers were soaked. Tearing my hands away 
from my pussy, I said, "Like that. And it feels so 
good, too!"

Danni smiled at me. "I can do that, too!" 

She flopped on to her back, raised her knees way over 
her head, and spread her legs. I stared. She had a 
perfectly formed pussy behind her ball sac! She had no 
clit; her cock and balls grew out of where it should 
have been. I stared intently at her, as this was the 
best look I had ever had at a pussy. Slowly, her 
fingers began to prod, and massage her twat. Liquid 
dripped on to her fingers, quickly coating them. My 
juices continued to flow, and her cock, resting on her 
belly, seemed to throb. 

Just as suddenly, she rolled back over and sat up. 
"That is so cool!" she said.

"So, does it spit out the white stuff?" I asked. It was 
all I could do not to reach out and touch it, and I 
rested my hand on her knee.

"Yeah!" she said, as if she couldn’t believe I’d ask 
that question. Then, she smiled. "Do you wanna see?" 

She began jacking herself in earnest. Her hand slid 
easily up and down her shaft. The foreskin had peeled 
down, and the head of her cock glistened a deep, dark 
purple, coated as it was with her precum. 

Gradually, the desire to touch her grew. Finally, I 
couldn’t stand it any longer. I reached out and gently 
touched her cock. The skin was so soft and silky, yet 
the cock itself was hard as steel. She let go of her 
cock and groaned loudly as my fingers circled it. "This 
is so cool, Danni!" I whispered. 

I ran my hand up and down her cock, fascinated by the 
feel of the hot, smooth skin against the palm of my 
hand. I shifted positions, and lay on my side with my 
head toward her feet, and my legs toward her head. I 
jumped when she began to caress my pussy. An ecstatic 
moan burst from me as her finger plunged into my pussy. 
The world quickly ceased to exist for us. The only 
things we knew were my hand on her cock, and her 
fingers stabbing my cunt.

She whimpered when I suddenly jumped up. "I got an 
idea!" I crawled between her thighs, and grasped her 
cock with both hands. I looked up at her beautiful 
face; a look of understanding mixed with lust as I 
licked my lips, and lowered my head. Gingerly sticking 
out my tongue, I tasted the saltiness of a drop of 
precum that had formed on the head.

Slowly, I opened my mouth and took in the head of her 
7-inch cock. I sucked greedily on it, liberally 
slathering it with my saliva. I looked up at her. Her 
eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her head thrown back 
in the rapturous agony of an approaching orgasm. "Oh, 
God!" she cooed as I took more of her cock into my 
mouth. She had both hands on her tits, squeezing and 
massaging herself as I brought her closer to the edge. 

I bobbed my head up and down, and before very long, my 
nose nestled into her sparse pubic hair. Smiling to 
myself, I felt pride at my first blowjob. I bobbed my 
head a couple more time, the slid a finger under her 
ball sac. Quivering, she felt my finger slithering 
along the backside of her scrotum until it reached her 
lips. Sucking on her cock as hard as I could, I slammed 
my finger deep into her pussy. She grabbed my head, 
holding my mouth on her cock, and bounced her ass 
wildly on the bed "Oh, shit, Amanda!" she cried. 

Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with a thick, salty 
liquid. I swallowed immediately, just before a second 
explosion of saltiness shot into my mouth. Two, three, 
four gobs shot into my mouth. "Oh, shit!" she moaned 
loudly. "Oh, fuck!!"

Finally, she relaxed. I pulled my finger out of her 
cunt, and her cock out of my mouth. "Amanda! That was 
wonderful!" She pushed me back. "Lemme see if I can do 
something for you."

I knew it would take long, but I wasn’t prepared for 
the intense feeling I felt next. She kissed my pussy, 
dragging her tongue along the entire length of my slit, 
and then sucked my clit into her mouth. I squealed with 
joy as her tongue danced the jitterbug on my clit. I 
held her head to my crotch, madly humping her face, 
grinding my cunt on her nose. Suddenly, from somewhere, 
I heard rockets exploding, and fireworks going off. 
Inside my head, my blood pounded, deafening me. Wave 
after wave of pleasure broke over me. I felt like I was 
getting swept away in a flood of delight.

Finally, the waves subsided. My blood, boiling a moment 
earlier, simply simmered. I looked down at Danni, and 
realized that I was pinching my nipples so hard, that 
my knuckles had turned white. Danni pulled her face 
from my crotch, and crawled up to lay beside me. 
Pulling my face to hers, she kissed me lightly on the 
lips. "Wha – Wha – What was that?" I asked, breathless. 
I liked the feel of her female body pressing against 
mine, but I also like the feel of her half-hard cock 
lying on my thigh.

"I kissed you," she said matter-of-factly, "because you 
just made love to me. And I enjoyed it."

We had had sex, I thought to myself. I lay there for a 
moment. I guess we had made love! I wondered if that 
made me a lesbian after all. I had sex with another 
girl. On the other hand, I had sucked her cock, and an 
individual who possessed a cock had eaten my pussy. 
Maybe that meant I wasn’t a lesbian. I looked into her 
eyes. 

I didn’t care what label I put on myself. I had just 
made love to a beautiful person. I kissed her gently on 
the lips, pulling her into a deep, warm hug. She kissed 
me back, deeper, and more insistent. My tongue forced 
her lips apart and she rolled on top of me. A moan 
forced itself from my lips. "We’re making out!" I 
groaned as she slowly thrust her reawakened cock up and 
down my abdomen.

"And it’s fun!" she said.

I looked between our bodies, forcing her up off me so I 
could see her hard cock. "Let’s fuck!" I said.

She needed no further encouragement. We both reached 
between our bodies, and took hold of her cock. I held 
open my lips as she pressed the head of her cock 
against my trembling cunt. "Go ahead," I whispered, 
barely audible. "Fuck me." She pressed forward. I felt 
the head slip past my lips, and she stopped. I reached 
down, and felt where we were connected. I grinned. 
"It’s in me!" I said.

"I wish you had one, so I could feel it, too," she 
said. She pressed forward again, still going 
cautiously, gently, and tentatively. Suddenly, I felt 
something tear inside me. "Ooh!" I gasped. 

"What?" she cried. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" I cried, bouncing my ass up and down on the 
bed, trying to get more of her wonderful, amazing dick 
into me. "I think you just popped my cherry! This feels 
spectacular! Awesome!! Wonderful! I have never been 
this turned on before!" She pulled her cock out a 
little, and then thrust forward again. Our tits crashed 
together with a wonderful slapping sound. I felt more 
of her cock enter my pussy, until I felt her balls on 
my ass. She pulled back, and thrust her hips forward 
again. I felt her cock sliding in and out of my pussy, 
and I could feel her smallish tits glide across mine. I 
looked down, and watched out tits bounce together. 

Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around hers as she 
gently fucked me. Thrusting my ass up and down on the 
bed, I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. "Oh, 
Amanda. We really are making love, aren’t we?" she 
gasped as I pulled her nipple into my mouth.

I laughed, "It’s not what I was planning when I invited 
you over."

"It’s better!" she giggled.

I felt pressure building inside me. Danni began 
thrusting harder; her jabs into me more vigorous, more 
relentlessly, and more intense. Our moans filled the 
rec room, and the squeaking bed springs added to the 
cacophony. I didn’t care about that. I didn’t care that 
if Dad came out to the garage, he could hear exactly 
what was going on. We were loud, and we didn’t care. 
"Oh, God," she groaned abruptly, wrapping her arms even 
more tightly around me. I felt her cock get thicker 
inside me. 

I quit nibbling on her shoulder, and turned my head. 
Pulling her earlobe into my mouth, I gently sucked on 
it, thrusting my tongue deep into her ear. That was all 
it took for her. Swearing loudly, she forced her cock 
as far into me as it would go. Suddenly, I felt 
something hot splash into my cunt. "AAAAAhhhhh!" I 
screamed as my safety valve let go. Huge, tsunami waves 
burst across my consciousness, starting somewhere 
between my legs and cascading across my entire body. 
The grand upsurge of pleasure threatened to engulf me. 
Somehow, from somewhere, I could feel her cock 
twitching in my pussy, emptying her balls into my cunt.

Finally, the feeling subsided. Danni collapsed on top 
of me, and we lay on the bed, our breasts crushed 
between us. I breathed heavily. Liquid dripped out of 
my cunt, and down the crack of my ass, forming a small 
puddle in the bed. Slowly, her cock shriveled, and 
dropped out of my cunt. "Oh, God, Amanda!" she said 
with a sigh. She pulled herself up, and looked deep 
into my eyes, kissing me gently on the lips. "Fucking 
is great, isn’t it?"

I laughed as she rolled off me. Glancing at the TV, I 
saw Lenny and Squiggy trying to explain the 
unexplainable to Laverne and Shirley. Smiling, I 
pointed at the TV and said, "Now someday, I’m going to 
have to tell my husband how I had a girl pop my 
cherry."

"Oh! I can hear it now," she laughed. "’Danni popped my 
cherry, honey,’ you’ll say, and he say, ‘He was your 
first boyfriend?’ and you’ll say, ‘No, she was a girl 
in school.’"

"I’ll have to say ‘girlfriend,’" I grinned. She smiled 
back at me. My hesitation lasted only a second of so. 
"Then he’ll ask, ‘Really? What did she use? The handle 
of something?’" I guffawed, "and I’ll have to say, ‘No, 
Danni used her cock!’" We rolled over the bed laughing.

We finally settled down, and I stood up. "I’m gonna 
take a shower." I stopped at the door to the bathroom. 
"Wanna join me?"

Later that night, after another round of sex and 
another shower, we leaned out the back window, away 
from the house, and smoked cigarettes she had smuggled 
into the house. "I just had a dreadful thought," she 
said.

"Mm. What’s that?"

"If you get pregnant, how do we explain it?"

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