MOVING WEST IX
Trading with Gina
We laughed between ourselves at the night we had enjoyed together. Only my mother cast a suspicious eye but it was quickly quelled when Arlene related the story of our emphasizing that we had eaten pizza and that I had slept on the pull out bed. Everyone assumed I had slept alone. It was also amusing when we recalled waking early and quietly doing it again while Katie’s mom snored in the other room. Only Gina was aware of what really happened and she expressed jealously at our good fortune.
After our memorable night the weeks seemed to fly by. It seemed that the only time Katie and I saw each other was at church and skiing together a few more times on Saturdays before the snow started to melt. Winter was giving way to spring and the sunshine and fair weather came early. The girls at school were wearing short skirts again and showing as much bare leg as school dress codes would allow. Tops were becoming smaller and tighter emphasizing as much breast development as ninth grade girls could muster.
I felt a sense of loyalty to Katie. We had lost our virginity together and enjoyed complete sex together a feat most kids our age only have fantasies about. We trusted each other and I wanted desperately to continue the way we were. But it seemed we could never get together. The little blonde eighth grader whose locker was next to mine had started openly flirting with me. I was reasonably sure she had little if any experience with sex. But somehow she found her way into my dreamy fantasies as I jacked off at night thinking about Katie.
There was a short spring break toward the middle of April. On the first of the days off from school I got up early anyway and puttered around in my room. Around ten o’clock I heard the doorbell, some talking and my mom called. “Rob, you have company.” Emerging from my room I was greeted by Katie and Gina.
“Hey,” Katie said smiling. “We’re going for a bike ride. Want to come with us?”
“Sure,” I answered saw an approving nod from my mother and, grabbing a jacket, left the girls in the front yard as I retrieved my bike. After some dusting and checking the tires we headed out. It was sunny and getting warm and observed that both girls were in shorts and deduced that I probably would not need the jacket.
“We found this really neat place,” Katie announced, riding beside me.
“Yeah, Brian showed it to us. It’s really cool,” Gina echoed.
We rode west for about a mile, going up steadily, through an older part of the neighborhood. After crossing a street that bordered the undeveloped start of the mountain slope we turned off on a dirt road. I didn’t think there was anything on this side of the road and began to wonder. About then we reached a small level area that marked the end of the dirt road and the girls hopped off and parked their bikes.
“Come on, it’s just up this hill a little ways,” Gina said. I had visions of snipe hunts and other wild goose chases. The narrow path took us up a little more through the trees and over a small rocky stream until we came to an old slag pile the mark of many old mines in the area. Then through the trees I could see a structure. As we got closer an old miner’s cabin appeared.
I could see where an old shaft had been sealed up on one side as I followed the girls up to the old open doorway. The old place had obviously been vacant for a long time. The structure, including the roof, was still remarkably intact. There were no doors or windows and much of the interior wall covering had fallen or been pulled off. But it was kid’s idyllic rustic hide away concealed but still close to the neighborhood.
“Isn’t this cool?” Gina questioned. I had to admit it was. Then I began to investigate the myriad of graffiti on what remained of the walls. There were lurid descriptions of what had taken place here along with some graphic drawings. A small collection of beer cans and magazines and a few strategically placed pieces of wallboard on the floors indentified this place as a veritable Mecca for kid’s and teenagers’ sex.
The three of us moved closer together and Gina began reading some of the writing. Some of the details brought graphic pictures to our imagination. “J. fucked R. here. My first blow job, and a date. I fucked both my sisters here. H. played with my dick and we fucked.” I was a little surprised at how easily Gina recited the dirty words.
While Katie looked over Gina’s shoulder I moved in behind Katie and circled my arms around her. It was the first chance I had to do so in weeks. As we moved around the room and pictured the activity I wondered if I could get Katie to do it. I began to run my hands around her waist and up toward her chest.
Then Gina observed, “Doesn’t all this make you horny?” I nodded vigorously and Katie turned and shot me an evil look. “If you guys want to do it I’ll be your look-out,” Gina announced.
“What if someone comes,” Katie asked without thinking of the double message.
“Hopefully someone will,” Gina shot back. Katie blushed and I looked at her invitingly. “But we’ll know if there’s any one on the path,” Gina added grinning. We had seen an obvious place for activity on the second floor and I wondered if this had been the plan as Katie followed me willingly up the stairs.
It had been weeks and I was instantly hard as a rock and Katie seemed more than ready as we cut a passionate kiss short and began peeling off each other’s clothes. Katie’s shorts fell quickly to the floor as she fumbled at the buttons on my Levi’s. I helped and pulled them past my knees then quickly lowered Katie to the hard pallet on the floor.
I pushed her top up exposing her swollen nipples and looked down between us as I guided my tool toward her target. I noticed a few brand new dark strands of hair and would have taken more time to examine them and even spent more time getting Katie ready but my dick was demanding satisfaction. Katie must have been as horny as I because she was moist and slippery and my dick sank quickly into her. In two or three thrusts our pubic bones touched and we began rutting like horny poodles.
All too soon, I reached my peak and breathed, “Here goes,” bringing a look of desperation to Katie’s face. I was going off too soon but I couldn’t stop and fired a major salvo of boy cream into her flexing pussy. I forced myself to keep going plowing and grinding and happily my dick stayed stiff until I felt Katie shudder and gasp and felt convulsions rip through her body.
We lay quietly for a few minutes recovering. My dick was still semi hard and wishing for more. Even in the cool air we were moist with sweat and our bodies were sticking together in more than one way.
“You were so horny,” Katie grinned up at me.
“Sorry, I went off so fast. I couldn’t help it,” I offered.
“That’s OK you made up for it. I was horny, too.” She looked at me questioningly for a few seconds, no doubt feeling my dick begin to swell again. Then she tentatively asked, “Would you want to do me a favor?”
I quickly expected her to want my tongue where my dick had been. “Sure what would you like?”
Then to my surprise she said, “Well, you know, Gina and Brian aren’t going steady any more. He’s kind of been, well, with someone else and Gina is really horny. Would you want to, maybe, do it with her, just this once?”
I was flabbergasted. My girlfriend was asking if I wanted to fuck her best friend. A few weeks ago I probably would have felt guilty even thinking about it. But then I had thought about it when we were at Brian’s house. And I had thought about a few other girls at school. It had simply been a question of what it would be like with someone different.
“I, I guess so, if it’s OK with you, I mean if you want me to,” I stammered a little but with the idea appealing to me more each second. My dick began to respond as well and Katie grinned at me.
“It’s OK with me. I’ll go tell her to come up.” I pulled my hardening dick out of Katie’s wetness and dabbed at her crack and wiped my dick with a handkerchief from my pocket. Katie put her shorts back on and rearranged herself and I pulled my jeans back up leaving the top two buttons undone over my, once again, swollen dick.
There were a few minutes of quiet, a little shuffling on the stairs and Gina appeared grinning. “I understand it’s my turn,” she said.
“If you want one,” I answered.
“Oh, I want one,” she announced and started peeling off her clothes. In seconds she was completely undressed and standing before me naked. She was gorgeous. Her tits were big, the perfect cones capped by large pointed nipples, more than ample for a twelve-year-old. Her body shape was mature beyond her years with a narrow waist flowing into beautifully rounded hips. The space at the v of her crotch was wider than Katie’s and a sparse patch of dark hairs marked the direction to her vulva that stood slightly open invitingly. She had developed dramatically since I had seen her in the fall.
She smiled as I viewed her feminine splendor and it broadened when I let my jeans fall to the floor. “Take ‘em clear off,” she said, and in minutes I was as naked as she was. After boldly reaching for my dick and tugging me to her she backed up and pulled me down on the same pad Katie and I had just used.
My hands couldn’t resist running over her perfectly formed tits. I gradually let them slide down her front aiming for her sweet spot as she squeezed my cock and fondled my balls. When my fingers crossed the thin layer of pubes and entered her crack they discovered it to be very wet. I only briefly insinuated a finger when she announced, “I’m ready. Let’s do it,” and guided my dick toward her opening.
Despite being wet and more developed, she was tight like Katie and winced a little as I started to push in. “Sorry,” I said and hesitated.
“It’s OK,” she said then moved her hands around my bare butt. “It’s just bigger than I’m used to.” I recalled Brian’s smaller size and my own with some male pride. As her hands encouraged me I slid steadily in to her eager tunnel. After a few gentle strokes I was fully imbedded.
The look on Gina’s face and heat in her loins told me that Gina was, indeed, ready and I began a slow but steady rhythm. I wanted to bend enough to suck her gorgeous tits but couldn’t reach given my current position. So I kneaded them with my palms. Gina’s dark eyes flashed and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. I felt her heel lock around my legs and her pelvis began to grind up into me. This girl was a twelve-year-old sex machine.
I had a flash of guilt knowing Katie was down the rickety stairs listening to us fuck. But the task at hand overpowered my thoughts and the warmth of the body beneath me and the friction on my dick drove me quickly to conclusion. Gina began to pant and buck beneath me. I drove harder until there was a gentle slap of flesh on flesh and then my balls released their second salvo in a manner of minutes.
When our mutual motion had subsided and had let my chest fall against Gina’s firm tits, the girl circled her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, probing with her tongue. I returned the gesture for a few seconds then remembered Katie. As pulled up and out Gina smiled up at me.
“That was great! I really got off.”
I handed her my still damp handkerchief, she dabbed at her crotch then handed it back. After collecting the residue on the end of my dick I tossed the rag into the corner. We were quiet while we dressed but just before descending the old stairs, Gina leaned toward me. “That was fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
She was right it had been fun. Gina was hot and I had enjoyed it more than I expected to. But I was feeling guilty. It had been great sex with her, but it was different than with Katie. It sent my mind reeling. I felt sheepish as Katie turned from the window to look at us.
“So did you have fun?” she directed to us in tandem.
“Yes,” Gina popped up. “I’m jealous now,” she added.
Katie gave her a stern look, “Just this once.” Gina nodded.
Before we left Gina insisted we inscribe our own graffiti. Next to a crude drawing that depicted three boys with their hands on each other’s disproportionate dicks, she scratched, “R did K + G here”. Had I looked more closely a few feet away I might have noticed another fresh inscription that read, “B did G +K here”.
Katie seemed thoughtful on the way down the trail and I wondered as we pedaled back to the neighborhood if she was upset that I had actually done it with her best friend. Gina left us at her house and we rode toward Katie’s when she stopped parking at a curb. It was obvious she wanted to talk so I pulled along side.
She was biting her lip as if worried about something. My insides fluttered fearing she was breaking things off with me. “So, can I ask you something?” she said.
“Sure,” I said, “What?”
She began haltingly struggling to pick her words. “So, what we did, was that OK, I mean dong it with Gina?” Before I could respond she went on, “I mean, we were talking and, you know, we’d only just done it with you and Brian and kind of wondered what it might be like with some one else, I mean, just for fun. And I know you must see lots of cute girls and so, if you were going to I’d rather it be with her. So we thought maybe dong a trade, I mean, with you and Brian.” She paused eyeing me sideways perhaps looking for a reaction. I was still trying to digest her explanation.
“So would you be really mad,” she continued, “If I did it with Brian?”
Then the clouds of confusion parted and the rays of sunshine illuminated my brain. It had been a plan. Katie’s head was down but her eyes searched me for a reaction. One part of me screamed at the idea of someone else sharing what I had with Katie. Another part of me admitted I had been wondering the same things and that I had just enjoyed fucking her best friend. How could I protest?
“Well, no,” I stammered. “I guess not. I mean, you didn’t mind my doing it with Gina. So I guess it’d be OK with me if you did it with Brian. I mean, you’ve know him longer than me and messed around before anyway.” I was rationalizing for my benefit and trying to ease the stressed look on Katie’s face.
The latter worked and a big sigh and look of relief passed over her. “Good,” she said, then a little hesitation, “’Cause I, kind of, already did.” Now I knew I had been set up. But for some reason there was also a tiny sense of relief maybe even release mixed with my initial male ego driven first reaction.
“So are you OK?” Katie asked again, with another measure of concern.
“Sure,” I shrugged with visions rolling through my head. “But just once,” I repeated what she had said to Gina. She grinned and reached over squeezing my hand.
We pedaled the last block to Katie’s house and rode up the driveway. She hopped off and pushed her bike toward the garage. “Do you want to come in?” I wondered if Katie’s very perceptive mom would sense or smell the recent sex on us. Then given our experience at the ski lodge reasoned that she wouldn’t care.
“My mom’s not home,” Katie added, as if reading my thoughts. I parked my bike outside the garage and followed her in. We had barely cleared the back door when Katie turned and kissed me firmly on the mouth. Clouds had made the last of our ride much cooler and I welcomed her warmth against me and pulled her more tightly. We both recognized the energy that quickly passed between us.
“How long will your mom be gone” I asked.
“Long enough,” she answered and grabbing my hand pulled me toward her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and in seconds was bare from the waist up and was tugging at the buttons on my jeans. I whipped off my shirt and assisted Katie until my pants were off my ankles and my stiff dick announced my intentions. I pushed Katie back crossways on the bed and pulled her shorts and panties off in one move.
Her heels came up on the bed and her knees spread widely. My fingers slid across her crack and ventured into her open hole that still held remnants of my earlier come along with a new wetness. Only briefly considering diving in with my tongue I moved in close and aimed at the target. Katie was as impatient as I and grabbed my tool encouraging me.
One quick thrust and I was pounding into her with far more aggression than usual. Katie’s mouth was open and she had a look of both surprise and lust as if she understood my need. Her body received me with like enthusiasm and in less than a minute my loins erupted spraying her insides with male seed and marking my territory against the efforts of younger bucks.
I had asserted myself so quickly that Katie, though she felt my release, had not reached hers. Determined to finish her properly I continued pounding with even more vigor. Despite my dick and balls crying for rest I continued, surprised at my own stiffness holding out, until she gasped even let out a little squeal, and lurched under me.
After a long passionate kiss and a few minutes of cooling down, Katie looked up at me grinning. “Gina must have really turned you on. Did you like her better than me?” She had a pouty look.
Without even thinking I quickly answered, “I’m not in love with Gina.” I will never forget the look on Katie’s face. We hadn’t ever used the “L” word. I always assumed it but never said it. Katie look confused almost scared for a few minutes. Her eyes were wide and searching mine, and I thought I detected uncharacteristic moisture. She finally pulled my head to hers and kissed me long and hard, almost trembling beneath me.
We both wanted to do it again, this time with different meaning. But we feared being interrupted when her mother returned and reluctantly pulled apart.
Much later, alone with my thoughts, I would eventually recognize that was the point in time when we both started growing up. Things would begin to creep into our lives, new feelings and relationships. Until then that we were just playing with sex.
Again, several weeks went by without any chance to get together with Katie. I was playing baseball after school, hoping to make the high school team next year. She was playing tennis again, taking lessons and entering tournaments. We both had school. Our eyes would meet in church and a few times it seemed her look was different. We were still not comfortable calling each other on the phone.
Then a Saturday morning in mid-May I was determined to see her. She had acted like she wanted to tell me something last week at church. I guessed at when she would be getting home from her tennis lesson and biked over to her house. Her mom’s car was just pulling in as I was.
Arlene rolled down her window with her usual cheery greeting as Katie bounced out of the passenger side and shut the door.
“How are ya’ sport?” Arlene beamed at me. “I’ve got to go in to the office for a couple of hours.” Then she looked at Katie coming around the car. “But you kids have to behave yourselves.”
She had directed her look to Katie and something sounded funny. But I shrugged it off as Katie opened the back door and Arlene backed out of the driveway. Katie was in her warm-weather tennis outfit, a short little white pleated tennis skirt and a dark blue knit top with a v neck. When she had bounced up the stairs I glimpsed navy blue trunks under the skirt.
But what had always struck me about Katie were her long, supple beautiful legs. They had now stretched in length raising their owner’s height to five feet eight and growing. I felt myself drawn to those legs once again.
I followed her into the kitchen and quickly grabbed her by the arm and turned her into me, folding my arms around her and kissing her firmly. She was a little stiff at first then I felt her melt slowly and kiss me back.
“I’m all sweaty,” she complained.
“I don’t care,” I answered and kissed her again, pressing against her middle. “So how was tennis?” She felt my groin against hers and pushed me back grinning.
“It was OK,” then she pulled away and headed into to next room. “I need to change and take a shower,” Katie said, over her shoulder.
I followed her, and said “I think I should help you.” “I can handle it myself,” she mused. “Oh, I’ll let you handle it,” was my quick retort. “Not that, silly,” but she didn’t seem surprised when I followed her into her bedroom. She sat back on the edge of her bed and pulled off her socks and tennis shoes, then looked up at me. “What are you doing?” she queried, knowing the answer. “Watching you,” I responded with the obvious.
She had cut her hair short for the summer and it curled slightly around her check curling from the headband she had been wearing. Her green eyes looked at me smiling as she sat up and started slowly pulling off her top. Her pointed little nipples were now perched on little cones of flesh, but she still didn’t need the support of a bra and she wasn’t wearing one. The pectoral muscles of her chest were toned enough to disguise any pubescent swelling. But she seemed pleased that enjoyed looking at her boyish chest.
When she stood I took her in my arms again wanting to feel her flesh against mine. “I need to shower,” she breathed dreamily after breaking from another kiss. When she turned I commented, “That’s a cute little skirt.” She turned and stuck her tongue out at me. She started to pull at the trunks then turned and started toward the bathroom.
“That little skirt would look better without these, though,” I quipped and made a grab for the tight blue trunks. Katie giggled and tried to evade my grip but I got two fingers hooked in the tight elastic and tugged.
“Now don’t do that. That’s not nice. You’re being naughty,” she retorted feigning a struggle as I worked at pulling down her trunks. “Wait, don’t stretch them,” she said as I got more aggressive at clearing the cloth over her hips. She pushed me back to sitting on her bed and began tugging the blue trunks, panties and all sexily down her long legs and off. In a saucy gesture she flipped the edge of the little skirt up giving me a quick glimpse of her still bare pussy.
When she did a few teasing little turns and flips of the skirt I said, “Now you’re the one that’s being naughty. I might have to spank you.” I seriously wanted to get my hand on her tight round butt.
“You wouldn’t,” she said almost daring me. I attacked quickly pulling and twisting her mildly struggling body until I was able to get her on the bed face down and held one hand behind her. Had she really been unwilling she was big enough and strong enough to put up much more of a fight. But took advantage and flipped her little white skirt up over her back and gave her three quick swats.
“Ow, ow, ow,” she protested with each swat. “That hurt.” I knew it didn’t. “Now you have to kiss it better,” she said in her little girl voice. It was another invitation. Letting go of her wrist I moved my face down to one of the pink spots my hand had left and planted a kiss right on it. Katie giggled and wiggled her butt.
This was a view I hadn’t seen closely in the daylight. The globes of her butt were round and firm and pale from the cover of shorts and swim suits. Where the mounds separated her crevice ran down widening into sort of cavern at the top of her muscular thighs. I bent down again and began kissing the pink spots again. I detected a slight musky odor of sweat from her work out with a touch of female scent.
I tickled her butt cheeks with my tongue bringing wiggles and giggles from Katie, and casually let my hand drift to her leg just inside the knee. As I let it slide slowly upward Katie’s legs slowly started to separate. I slipped down a little to get a better view of her feminine charms from behind, and kissed and tongued my way toward her center as more of area was unveiled.
As he legs spread and her crevice followed the tiny little puckered hole revealed its self then the puffy folds of her nether lips came into view. The area that invited insertion was pink and puffy and slightly open and her little fleshy tube was beginning to appear.
My hand had traveled up and reached its destination at the reversed junction of her legs and covered the soft lips. When my fingers began probing her legs moved again and I stepped over in between.
“What are you doing?” Katie breathed with her head down on the bed.
“Nothing,” I answered. “You’re doing something,” she observed quietly, “and it’s really nasty. You’re being nasty.”
“Not yet,” responded, “But now I am,” and thrust my tongue into her crevice. I tried to probe her hole and at the same time began rubbing her now swollen clit. Katie groaned and humped her butt up toward my face giving me even better access. I alternated with fingers and tongue and with one hand grappled with my snap and zipper.
Katie must not have heard or sensed the last action on my part, because as I rose up and guided my raging hard into her well lathered tunnel, she protested.
“Wait, no, don’t we can’t.” She had feigned protest before as part of our play and I assumed the same this time. And with the heat that had built up in my loins, Katie’s teasing, and the hot, slick, wonderful sensation of my dick sliding in and out of her there was no way I could have stopped.
My heat was such from several weeks of abstinence from Katie and several days from my hand coupled with the feel of Katie’s butt cheeks against my belly caused the volcano to erupt quickly pounding salvo after salvo of hot teen come into my preteen lover. Katie clenched around my unit and her hand came back, I assumed in encouragement.
As I began my descent from the mountain Katie rolled and struggled under me rolling me to the side and out of the friendly portal. “We weren’t supposed to do that,” she said and took off for the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later handing me some tissue and still dabbing at her behind. She looked concerned.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she offered seriously. “Why not,” I asked.
“I may have started my periods.”
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