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The Girl With a Bicycle - Part 11 by Wandering Lanes

story codes (MF, g, slow NO SEX)

I woke up, to my left was Kylie, her eyes closed, sleeping away. On my
right was Becky, her eyes were open and she was looking at me,

"Good morning Becky, did you sleep well?" She smiled, yawned, stretched
and said,

"Yes Mr. Mike, I seem to sleep better here than at home, I think its
because Darren isn't here, and because I feel safe with you. I'm sorry I
stopped you last night, I've never seen one of those before and I really
thought . . ." I kissed her on her head,

"I know, you were worried, I'm not sorry that you stopped me because you
thought I had a problem. You did the right thing. I'd never be angry at
you for doing that, now are you getting up?" She nodded her head, got out
of bed, I watched her as she left the room.

"Morning Uncle Mike," Kylie was awake, I turned to look at her, the
young body lying in the bed. So inviting, but so out of reach - for me!

"Morning Kylie, one of these days you're going to have to sleep in your
own bed. You're not safe in mine!" she giggled,

"Don't be daft Uncle Mike, I know you'd never do anything like that."
Another voice passing by my door to the stairs piped up with,

"Yeah, too much of a wimp!" Kylie started to laugh out loud, I shouted.

"Becky! Just watch out when I get up!"

"Ooohh I'm so scared, I'm shaking!" came the derisory reply, as Becky
ran down the stairs.

"She's happier here you know Uncle Mike." I smiled and replied,

"Yes, I know, but she'll have to go back with her parents soon."

"Can't you just keep her here?" I shook my head.

"No, its not as if she's a cat, able to roam about. Her parents will be
worried about her," Kylie shook her head, I continued "Yes. After they've
thought about it, they will try to compensate for what has happened.
Anyway, if I kept her I could be arrested for abduction. No this way she
has you to play with, and me to visit. She knows we'll never desert her."
Kylie nodded her head at this,

"I'd never stop seeing her, she needs me!" There was conviction in her
voice, a strange thing to hear in one so young.

"At the moment, she needs you, but remember this. There will come some
times when she will say things that she doesn't mean, things that will make
you angry at her, when - not if, but when - this happens, just remember
times like this, and forgive her." Kylie looked at me as if I was mad, you
never know?

I suddenly felt a need for the toilet so entered the bathroom to utilise
it, someone had been busy the room was clean and the damp towels had been
removed? Did we have fairies in the place cleaning up? Oh well, I
finished on the loo, and started to wash and shave, Kylie entered and
placed herself on the loo, no words were exchanged.

I finished shaving and left Kylie to finish, I went back to the bedroom
and dressed, came out to find Kylie, fully dressed waiting for me holding
up her arms,

"Piggy-back please, Uncle Mike." What could I do? I raised her up, onto
my back, and carried her downstairs, and into the dining room.

Becky was laying the table, she was wearing a dress! Should I comment,
say how nice it was? Or leave it alone? I decided to keep quiet, for the
time being.

"Now little girl, you were saying something about shaking with fear?"
She shot back with,

"Me? No sir. You must be confusing me with some-one else! Look my
hands are steady!" She was smiling at this.

"Uhm, then it must have been Sharon, please wait here girls while I talk
to her." I lowered Kylie from my shoulders, twisting her round to face me,
as her face passed mine I winked at her, set her down onto her feet, and
walked into the kitchen.

Sharon was busy cooking breakfast, the washing machine was also busy,
towels could be seen mingling into each other in the intimate way washing
has. I walked up to her and kissed her.

"Good morning, you've been a busy bee today. The bathroom never looked
cleaner."

"Well, when I woke up I found I had some excess energy from somewhere,
so I decided to help out." We kissed again, heard giggles from the doorway,

"Remember Mr. Mike, be careful next time!" - the chemists words being
thrown at me, we disengaged and I looked at the two heads watching us.

"Well I wasn't going to have sex with Sharon here in the kitchen, I'm a
hungry man!" More laugher from all three, but for different reasons.

Breakfast was quick and messy, we all helped with the washing up, I
never realised what I'd been missing, it seems family life can be pleasant
- where were these thoughts coming from? Did I want a family? I'd never
thought about one before, and it always seemed to be the wrong time, or the
wrong person, or something, but with these three with me they seemed right!
I started to compare my life with then without them. With won hands down,
but the time wasn't right, for me that is, I had to wait. For what? I
wasn't sure, but I was certain it would be soon.

I returned to myself to find I was sitting at the table, with Sharon
watching me, a cup of tea steaming beside me.

"Mike why do you do that?" I looked at her, smiled.

"I don't know, I seem to start thinking and lose my way in my thoughts."
She nodded, not really understanding but accepting.

"What are you planning for today?" She asked, only to be interrupted by
the ring of the phone, I picked it up to hear the voice of Greg on the
phone,

"Mike? Those radio's are in, can you collect them?" Radios? Then I
remembered the Brownies and the disappointment of Paula.

"Thanks Greg, I'll be in later to pick them up" Sharon looked at me, I
filled her in about Paula, the radio and the Brownies - I also mention the
talk of the girls, she smiled.

"Is she very pretty?" (Hold on trap approaching),

"I can't say I noticed, but Kylie did say she was a school teacher, so I
couldn't kiss her! Maybe you should ask the girls." She accepted this -
(trap avoided, phew, why was I worried)?

"Sharon, when is the next Brownies meeting?" She thought for a moment
then said,

"Of course, this Sunday at 2:30 in the Church Hall." I thought - the
leaders should be able to use the radios so that they can teach the girls
how to operate them. First things first - Lets get the radio then move
from there.

"What about a trip to town today, take some bread and feed the ducks?"
Sharon smiled.

"Got any bread?" We searched the kitchen for scraps, but couldn't find
them, then Sharon said "I know, I've got some at home, I'll just pop off
and get it."

She announced her intention to the two girls, Becky jumped up and asked,

"Can I come with you Aunt Sharon?" Sharon smiled and said yes, Kylie
said she wanted to remain here with me until they came back.

The front door closed behind Sharon and Becky, Kylie came upto me.

"Uncle Mike, can I sit in your lap?" I moved my seat back and she
climbed up and sat down. She looked up at me, "Uncle Mike can I ask you a
question?" I nodded my head,

"Kylie, you can as whatever you wish, I hope I can answer them, or at
least try to answer them. She thought for a moment, framing the question
then asked.

"Why were you wearing that thing last night, you've never bothered
before!" The hard questions first I thought!

"Your mother was worried, she had touched Becky last Monday, just as I
touched you both last night. She was scared that she might have the same
as Becky, she wanted to have sex with me, but didn't want me to catch the
disease from her. So she asked me to wear the condom, for my protection."
She looked puzzled.

"Why for your protection? Mummy is on the pill, whatever that is?"

"The pill is a contraceptive, it prevents babies from being conceived
when people don't want to be parents, a condom does the same, but it stops
the man's sperm from reaching the woman's egg," she nodded and then
frowned, so I continued. "The condom also covers the whole of the man's
penis so that no juices from the woman or the man can mix, some sexual
diseases spread by mixing together and re-entering the bodies or absorbed
into the bodies, when there is no actual connection there can be no mixing.
So both the man and the woman should be safe."

"You say man and woman, but what about Darren and Becky? He's not a
man, and she just a girl!" I shook my head.

"That is the bad part about sex, You see once you get to a certain age,
your body will change, with girls its about the ages of 10 to 11, with boys
its about 11 to 12 years old, Most children experiment with sex, normally
by playing doctor, some decide to go further, and force themselves onto
others, it could be the boy attacking the girl, sometimes it is the girl on
the boy. Why Darren started on Becky I can't say, perhaps he found that it
was simpler than trying to find his own girlfriend, or maybe he was
rebuffed by a girl, some boys take it hard, so they have to 'prove'
themselves, never thinking of the girl herself." Kylie thought for a moment
then said

"So Darren could have stopped doing it to Becky?" I nodded,

"Yes, I'm not saying that he would have stopped after the first time, I
suppose he enjoyed the feeling, and of course the power of control - I
think he started to break things and blaming it on Becky - that way if she
told her parents he could say that she was lying again. And this would
have built up over the two years." She looked puzzled at this and asked,

"What power of control?" good question, did I have a good answer?

"Control over Becky, he could order her to do thing when their parents
weren't at home - You'll notice that they were absent when he had sex with
Becky."

"So they'd still think Becky's lying?"

"It's possible, Becky could have to face the worst time of her life, and
she is going to need our support, that's why we're going to have to pretend
this talk didn't happen, forget about it when we're with Becky, okay?" She
nodded but said,

"How can I do that? " I sighed and replied

"I honestly don't know, lets just have fun when she's with us. Okay?"
it was no answer, but there wasn't really one I could give, Kylie seemed to
accept it.

"Uncle Mike, what do dreams mean?" This was an abrupt change of subject,
and caught me off guard.

"How do you mean - do they hold a message or are they just fantasies
created by the mind?" This made her think,

"Yes, err. No. Oh I don't know, you remember last Saturday!" I thought
back, it was the second time with Sharon in her bed, Kylie was asleep
behind me, Sharon was on top of me, Kylie fell off the bed - Oh yes 'Dad -
we're sinking'!

"I remember, you fell off the bed!" she laughed and nodded her head,
"Why were you sinking do you remember?" Her eyes widened.

"You heard me! I thought I dreamed that last bit." She blushed and
closed her eyes, she opened them again and started "I was dreaming that my
D. . Dad was sailing with me, it was a small boat, with a single sail, and
it was white, my dad was sitting down steering the boat, but I was lying
down, and I was happy, very happy. Anyway we were sailing along, then the
sea got rough, and the water started to enter the boat, then I woke up.
And saw mummy, then I fell off the bed." She smiled at that. "So what does
that mean?" I didn't know, I mean I'm no Joseph - able to translate dreams
- how about breaking it down.

"In your dream you were happy?" she nodded, "and relaxed," again she
nodded. "Your father was steering and the boat was steady?" another nod.
"Did you ever go sailing with your dad?" A shake of her head. - Hmm.
"Okay, lets try this, you were asleep in your mothers bed, with your mother
and myself in it. But you felt safe, You father was there as a reassurance
- when the bed started to rock you interpreted it as rough seas, when seas
are heavy they can swell over and sink the boat, you woke up before that
really happened."

"Well, I suppose so, but why was Dad sitting in the back of the boat
steering?" I thought then came up with,

"So . . . That you subconsciously want your father to still be in
control of you life, I know you're young so you need a direction, you feel
that your father is still with you giving you the direction, he's steering
you life down a particular path - you don't know what's ahead of you, so
the heavy seas." Then switching it to mundane things I added, "Or it was
the way the bed was moving, that influenced your dream at that point, and
woke you up, sometimes it's the simplest things that have to most effect!".
She thought for a moment, and then said.

"I think, I like to think that daddy is helping me with my life!" I
didn't answer, just smiled and we sat like that relaxed, and happy.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Which was how Sharon and Becky found us when they returned.

"Mike we need to be back by 3!" was the first words Sharon said to me
when they entered the room, at my quizzical look she added, "Becky's family
have an interview with a social worker this afternoon at their house, and
she wants all three of them there. I had a message on my answer phone,
Also good news, I'm back in employment from next Monday, the local office
is reopening, and I've brought the bread!"

"That's it, leave the important part 'till last. Okay, if we're back by
2 O'clock there should be no problems, everybody ready?"

"Do we have to go in your car Uncle Mike? Can't we go by bus?" - Kylie
was getting used to travelling by car again, but still didn't like it, I
replied

"I'm sorry Kylie, but I've got to pick up the radio's from the
electrical shop, and I don't want to carry them around the town, or on the
bus, the car is easiest." She nodded, and Becky hugged her,

"Don't worry Kylie, I'll be with you," Kylie returned the hug, tears in
her eyes.

We left my house and walked to the garage, Sharon had shown the bag of
bread to the girls and they started to talk about the ducks in the park. I
managed to get the car out, and they all jumped in, Sharon ensuring the two
girls were securely belted in to the seat, then getting in and belting
herself in, we started off.

I kept looking in the mirror at Kylie she wasn't singing with Becky, and
her eyes were darting about, looking everywhere - checking that there was
nothing in the way, or getting close to us, there was one point - when we
were waiting at some traffic lights - a bus came up close behind us, I
could see Kylie starting to panic, so I said.

"Kylie?" Her head turned to look at the back of my head "It's alright,
I'm watching as well, okay?" I felt the nod, as well as saw it in the
mirror.

I parked in the car park, and unloaded the kids from the back. I
thought that the first stop should be Greg's shop and pick up the radios,
we could then look around the town after, this was agreed on and so we made
our way into the shopping centre.

"Mike, great to see you," Greg took in the four of us, "You haven't been
keeping a secret life? Have you?" I laughed and shook my head.

"No, just being adopted is all!" - he laughed at that then beckoned me
into the back of the shop where a medium sized box was waiting for me.

"Well, there they are Mike, and between you and me, these might just be
the last available, anywhere." I looked at him,

"But I thought they were a good idea!" He nodded,

"I agree, but the manufactures can't seem to sell them, so they're
stopping production, looks like you're lucky again doesn't it, they've sent
the last of their stock, 30 of them," at my look he shrugged "Don't worry
man, they've only charged me for 15 of them, so it's no skin off my nose,
you can have the lot, I can be generous."

"Yeah sure, I paid for 20, you're charged for 15, so you give me 10.
But you're still up by 5", he opened his arms and said,

"What can I say Mike, I wasn't any good at maths!" I had to shake my
head at that, sure he'd been paid twice over for the radios, but then money
wasn't everything, friendship was, and I did count Greg as a friend.

I took the box, thanked Greg with a 'I'll do better next time', and
gathered up Sharon and the girls, and we left the shop.

The girls wanted to look at dresses - Becky seemed to want to change her
appearance - and Sharon and Kylie wanted to encourage her, I gave Sharon
some money, she looked at me, I shrugged and looked at the two girls who
were window shopping at the time, we arranged to meet up by a fountain
centrepiece in the middle of the complex. I took the box and placed it
into the boot (trunk) of the car.

I arrived at the fountain, no sign of the girls, so I sat on a seat and
waited, and waited, and waited - how is it that women, of all ages, can
spend hours in a shop without noticing? Finally they arrived, Sharon
carrying two bags, Kylie and Becky with one each.

"Sorry we took so long Mike, but I had to get something for Becky." I
looked at her, she said, "Not for when she's at home! But when she's
visiting Kylie." I took the bags, and made the trip back to the car, asking
the three of them to stay by the fountain.

I returned to find them still there, chattering and laughing between
themselves, I almost decided to leave them for a few more minutes, but
Kylie spotted me and ran over to me.

"Can we go and feed the ducks now Uncle Mike?" I nodded yes, she took my
hand and we walked to the others.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

We arrived at the duck pond in the park, it seems that the ducks are
conditioned, once they see a person with a bag in their hand the birds
migrate to them. The girls each grabbed a handful of bread, and went to
one side of the pond, a few wiser ducks followed them, in order to get
ahead of the queue.

While the girls were throwing the bread to the birds, I spotted a
newsvendor, picking up a new stack of papers, a headline caught my eye.

'LOCAL YOUTH REMANDED IN CUSTODY'

I went over and brought a copy, it seemed that Darren's case was early
enough to appear in the papers. I read the following;

'A local youth, who cannot be named at present, due to age, was remanded
in custody on a charge of attempted rape, the youth was arrested while
trying to break into a room where two children were sleeping. Although a
request for bail was entered by the youth's solicitor, it was opposed by
the police on the grounds that further investigations were ongoing and it
would be detrimental to the case should the youth be allowed bail, the case
is scheduled for two weeks time, with a review in one weeks time.'

Short, sweet, and keeps Darren away from Becky for at least a week, but
I was perturbed by the further investigations piece, but at present there
was nothing to do.

When the bread was gone, and the last unrelenting ducks having finally
realising and left search for another victim to feed them, we left the
pond, and went to the playground, for the swings and see-saws and slides.
At one point Becky and Kylie were on one side of the see-saw, with myself
on the other, they still needed Sharon on their side to push down for them,
but they didn't mind.

Mid-day arrived and we went to McDonalds again, the girls destroying
their happy meals, and playing with the toys, Sharon and I taking our time
over eating our meals

The time was now approaching 1 O'clock and, although the trip was a
short one, I thought that it was time we started back

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

We got back to the car, I had another talk with Kylie, to help boost her
confidence, then we all got in, and I started on the trip back home. Kylie
was still glancing around, but then looked into the mirror to see my eyes
watching her, she smiled at me, and I winked.

We arrived home, with the minimum of fuss, I opened the boot of the car
and the girls took their bags, I picked up the box and placed it out of
harms way - rather out of my way for when I put the car in the garage -
Sharon had her bags out. I put the car away, closed the garage door,
picked up the box and we all made our way to my house.

When we arrived at my house, Becky ran upstairs, followed by Kylie,
Sharon turned to face me, then kissed me,

"I did enjoy myself, and thanks for the cash, but you didn't need to,
you know!" I nodded,

"I didn't need to, but wasn't it better that I did, it cheered the girls
up." We could hear both girls upstairs as they played, then the noise of
them as they ran down the stairs.

I was faced with both girls dressed in identical dresses, sunbright
yellow, with large crayon style lines covering the bodice of the dress, and
a large daisy on the skirt, I won't say it was high fashion, but the girls
liked them. I looked at my watch 1:30, The girls went into the garden and
started to play tag, I couldn't work out who was it, but then I didn't
think it mattered to anyone at this time.

At 2 O'clock I called the girls in, and asked them to get ready to go,
this time they walked up the stairs, when playtime is over there's no more
fun!

Becky came down first, dressed in jeans again, I looked at her, she
looked back,

"I didn't want to wear a dress, not back there." I understood, for her
home wasn't safe, the spectre of Darren was still there.

"Where's your suitcase?" she looked towards the stairs.

"I want it to stay here, where it'll be safe." Tears were showing in her
eyes, 'A part of me will be here, and will be safe' this was what she was
saying, but didn't realise it. I gave her a hug, she threw her arms around
me, "Mr. Mike, I don't want to go home!" then she looked up at me, "But I
have to don't I?" I nodded.

"I'm afraid so Becky, I can't just keep you here, your parents will
worry, and then there's the social services people, they'd never understand
if you're not there to tell them what has been happening to you, and they
will need to know, you do understand that don't you?" she nodded her head,
then said.

"But my parents will tell them I'm lying, they don't listen to me."

"These people will listen, they're on your side. Tell your story, they
may ask very personal questions, but they will need to know these things,
your parents will have their say, but you have the proof of your words -
yourself."

"But what if they ask about you, what should I tell them?" I smiled,
looked into her eyes,

"What do you always say about me?" - she thought, and then smiled.

"Nothing much, just that you're a wimp." She stopped and frowned, adding
"But I like you - you don't push me when I think you should, but then you
stop when I want, you think about me - not about you - you care about me -
you look after me. I . . . I wish you. . Were . . . my . . . father!"
she burst into tears at this, I could do nothing but hold her tight to me,
waiting for the flood to subside.

Sharon and Kylie came into the room to find us like that, Sharon started
to speak, but a brief shake of my head stopped her, Kylie approached us and
put her arms around Becky.

"I'm here Becky, don't be sad, please." Becky looked at her and smiled
through her tears.

"I'm not really sad Ky. It's just wishful thinking." That was the first
time I'd ever heard Becky's name for Kylie, the things you miss! I dried
her tears with my handkerchief and held her hand, Sharon held Kylie's, and
we left my house on our way to Becky's house.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

We approached her house to find a car outside it, two people were
sitting in the car, I didn't think anything about it, I did remember the
tablets for Becky, I had picked them up at home, I took the bottle out of
my pocket and handed them to her,

"Just a moment, what is that!" the voice came from a authoritarian
figure of a woman, who had just got out of the car, and was striding
towards us. She held out her hand for the bottle.

"And you are?" I questioned.

"Maria Thomkins, social services, and I repeat, what is that." I showed
her the bottle with its six tablets inside.

"It a course of tablets for Becky." She looked at the label on the
bottle and consulted her filofax, then looked closely at the name of the
drug again, then at my name on the bottle.

"This is your prescription, why are you giving these to this young
girl." Her tone was accusing.

"Because I thought it was better that I should be thought of having the
problem, not a nine-year-old girl, that is a list of drugs you were
consulting wasn't it," she nodded, "It tells you what the drugs are for?"
again she nodded, "So what is safer for the child." She answered in an
easier voice.

"You're right, it is better for you to take the blame, not the child,"
She looked at the name, and then again at the filofax, her face dropped
"Oh. I didn't realise, but how did you get the prescription?"

"The police doctor, once she'd properly examined Becky, was going to
fill it out in her name, but I asked for it in mine." Maria nodded, she had
thought I was one of the 'bad guys', but was changing her mind.

"Mr. Moore, what is you relationship with Rebecca?" I felt rather than
saw the frown on Becky's face.

"Miss(?) Thomkins," I made the first a question, she nodded, "first of
all, please call Rebecca, Becky. It's the name she prefers. Secondly I'm
a friend of Sharon," I pointed her out, "Who is the mother of Kylie, who is
a friend of Becky, one of the few friends she has I believe."

At the name of Kylie, Maria dropped her eyes for a moment - I pounced on
this.

"I believe you already have a report on these girls?" Maria looked up in
surprise,

"How did you know? Becky was only put on the at-risk register this
morning, and Kylie was mentioned following an incident in the police
station yesterday."

"An incident caused by the police being misinformed by people?" Her face
was starting to blush

"We have to ensure the safety of the children, it's a paramount
concern." Now she was trying to prove a point.

"But what about the children themselves, don't they need to know why
this is being done?" I could also try to point out things

"But in most cases they're not mature enough to cope with the truth,
they have to be protected."

"Yes, I agree, but to harm them while protecting them? Does this seem
reasonable to you?" She shook her head,

"No, it doesn't, I. I mean, we didn't give the police the correct
information at the time, if it's of any comfort to you or the girls, there
is an internal review being carried out at the moment." The slip gave it to
me.

"But you're still here to question Becky and her family?" she looked at
me,

"Yes, the section is very short staffed, and so we have to carry on the
best we can."

"One word, if I may," Maria nodded, I motioned Becky to move away back
to Sharon, I took Maria away from them further still. "Becky believes that
no-one will listen to her, they will think that she is lying them, please
keep an open mind when she speaks, I think she's been through a lot," she
started to speak, I held up my hand, "I'm not trying to tell you your job,
just asking that you'll listen to her, that's all." Maria made a note in
her filofax - she then spoke to me.

"Mr. Moore, you're right this is my job, I am here to listen to all
parties, ascertain the situation, and make a report with recommendations.
This is just a preliminary meeting, and now if you'll excuse me, I'll have
to get started." We went back to Sharon and the girls, Maria gave Becky the
bottle of pills, I reminded Becky,

"Don't forget take one before bedtime each night." Becky nodded. Just
before they went in Maria asked.

"If I could have your address please Mr. Moore, I may need to ask you
more questions." - I replied certainly and gave it, she made another note
in her filofax, and then entered the house with Becky.

Kylie looked at me.

"Do you think Becky will be alright in there with them, Uncle Mike?" I
looked her in the eyes,

"Kylie I honestly don't know, I do think that Maria was the one who
advised the police, the way she reacted when your name was mentioned shows
that there's been a shake-up, but how she'll react with Becky and her
parents I just can't say, We're going to have to wait and see."

Which was all we could do.

-30

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The Characters in this story are fictious, this means they do not exist.
(Well after saying that, they're starting to feel real to me), The Author
(that's me) does not condone any sexual acts against children, THIS IS A
FANTASY, please remember this. Read for your enjoyment, but do not act out
any parts herein. (how plain do I need to make this?)

- Okay chapter 12 is being written, but I'm getting more work done for a
later chapter, I must thank Hopeless Romantic, John Smith and others for
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JZL1110O: What More Could I Want From Two Naked Girlfriends?

Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old
enough to read this, go home!

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2003. Please don't distribute in
an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph) 2000-2003.


JZL is my life story series. You can find out more about the entire series at
/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more of year 11 at
/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html. This episode is at
/~jeffzephyr/JZL1110SittinginaTreeFUCKING.html.




JZL1110: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!
(mf mff ff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr

Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or almost twelve. If I
was going to tell a fictional story of young love, I'd advance them to age thirteen.
Why? Because that makes them teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m
and f codes. But we were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so
ahead of "schedule." Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids. Real people develop at different speeds, and some of
them mature early.

JZL1110 Sitting in a Tree on Saturday is a very long "chapter" in my life story.
It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for us, with a wide range of
activities.

Sherry and Jeff...... Sitting in a Tree. F U C K I N G! (on Saturday)

JZL1110J-P: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... the stuff after our
nap...

- 10O-

JZL1110O: What More Could I Want From Two Naked Girlfriends?

What else did I want?

I had two girls laying next to me. We were all naked, in love, and showed our love
through the joys of sex. We'd be together forever, friends and lovers until the end.

This situation was still new enough to me that merely thinking about it made me
horny. My dick felt sore, a new condition for it. I'd never "abused" myself to the
degree that two girls could in a day.

I was trying to get my balance. Not physically, though I didn't feel ready or able
to stand up yet. I was only eleven, the girls only twelve. I'd be their age soon,
school years and ages don't line up exactly. We knew how to have sex, and were
doing it. It was going well, too. I wasn't sure how it could go badly, but I had an
idea that other people didn't figure it out as easily as we had.

Not that I was certain we'd figured it all out. I looked forward to learning more.

What had I learned today?

I loved learning things. Book stuff was good, but real life, hands-on experience,
was even better. That made me good in school, in boy scouts, and other stuff like
that. I'd studied sex in books. What we'd done today, and even before this, was
sort of like hands-on experience.

Because of that, it wasn't so strange or remarkable to me that we were naked in a
treehouse, at our ages, as lovers. Happy lovers, joyful orgasm-giving friends.

Yet I couldn't connect this to my other friends. I had a pretty good idea that most
of them weren't doing sex, or ready to do it. Maybe not even kissing, not real
adult sorts of kisses.

We were more mature than other kids.

I thought that, and whether it was true or not, it made me feel better. It was OK
to be smarter than other people, right? Then what was wrong about being smarter,
faster, more advanced, whatever, about love and sex?

We were just laying side by side, so I turned to Maureen, thinking to say
something about these ideas to her.

Her naked body was lovely. Her face was beautiful, but I'd seen that every school
day and most other days for years. I rose up, still laying on my side, to take a
better look.

Were her nipples grown up enough to work differently from mine? The girls
played with mine, rubbing and kissing my chest, and it felt terrific. They seemed to
enjoy the same attention, but theirs did look bigger. Sherry's nipples tipped
lovely mounds worthy of, well, respect, attention. Dressed, you could still notice
them, while Maureen and Annie were a lot like boys once they had clothes on.
Bare, there was no doubt that it was a girl's chest with girl's breasts.

Naked, Maureen's chest didn't look like a boy's. Annie's kind of did, but the
nipples alone made a difference. Anyway, touching and kissing them excited them.


Pleased them. So I reached out and gently stroked Maureen's chest. I liked being
touched and stroked there, fingers crossing my nipples.

I knew I was thinking about something, but got lost in the sensation. Her nipples
were hard, and she wiggled when I brushed my fingers across them, first one then
the other. I stroked, a gently soft massage, all around her breasts.

They'd get bigger someday. Would they be more sensitive, better at giving
pleasure?

Sherry rubbed my back gently. I liked that too, being between them, letting Sherry
give me pleasure that way. Not that a back rub was quite like a nipple tickle, but it
was nice.

The reddish brown tufts of Maureen's pubic hair were pretty. Her breasts were
nice to look at, but somehow not nearly as nice as her pussy. I couldn't exactly
look at it, as such, but even just the top edge of her furry mound was unbelievably
exciting to see.

Would I ever get used to it? I doubted that would happen. Well, maybe it
wouldn't be so new and surprising each time I saw it, but I couldn't imagine not
enjoying the sight.

Sherry had played with it very nicely, showing me it all in detail. I hadn't done
quite the same thing. I'd done that with Sherry, not Maureen.

I wanted to do it again with Sherry too.

Did I want it because it excited me to look at, to touch, to taste? Or was I merely
curious about its design? Or perhaps my thirst for knowledge drove me to
discover how best to please my lovers, by practice?

"I want to look at your pussy, up close," I said to Maureen. I moved down
between her legs, and she opened them wide for me. She didn't answer otherwise.

"Like how I showed you, Jeffie?" Sherry asked me.

"Yeah, like that. I want to know all about it, like how to kiss her there like you
do. Make her feel really good, you know?"

That was the most important reason. I had a nagging feeling that I wasn't as good
as it as Sherry. With Annie, I was her only one, so even if I wasn't the best I had
no competition. No grading on performance. But Maureen had Sherry, and it
was obvious that they had more than a few clues about what to do to each other.

I'd given them both orgasms, but I wasn't sure that was enough.

Together, they'd done things to me I'd never dreamed possible as sensations.
Given that neither one had experienced sex with a boy before, did that mean that
they were smarter than me about sex? Or did "practicing" with each other carry
over to boys?

But then, we'd all done a bit of practicing of one sort or another. Plus study - I
felt endlessly glad that sex books - both instructional and overtly pornographic -
were available to us. I suspect that if our parents knew we'd found their stuff
we'd be in trouble. It wasn't like the school sex ed classes really taught us much
about sex itself.

Our body changes, it was good to know about those. Pregnancy, well, could kids
really have sex without knowing that could happen? Maybe. I'd been vague on
the timing issue until a couple years ago. Could I imagine that human girls go into
heat like some animals, only getting pregnant then?

Nope. I'd have noticed that happening.

It wasn't yet an age of PMS. The period was just "the rag" and not something
adults mentioned to kids. Nor did kids quite yet talk about it as general
playground talk, though our little group did that.

Maureen and Sherry got them. Periods. Last week, though nothing of that
showed now.

Would Maureen's pussy still be pretty then? Maybe not, the napkin things got in
the way.

I felt funny, thinking about this stuff while staring at her pussy. A lovely girl's
pussy, with soft pubic hair. I petted it, stroking her hair, pulling lightly on it.

It wasn't so different from mine, her pubic hair. Fine, maybe finer than mine, and
she had more than I did. Sherry's was light brown, almost blondish, and hardly
more than a wisp. Hair down there was how you knew someone was grown up.
But Annie had hardly any, just a bit of fuzzy stuff, and she acted quite grown up.

Well, about sex at least. Maybe more than that, to be into loving me.

We were all still kids, too. A vague thought of suddenly being grown up, getting a
job and trying to support ourselves, hit me. I mentioned this, because I couldn't
help laughing about it.

I stroked Maureen's pussy slit. She was moist below, and I licked and kissed her
there. Sherry was trying to talk about living together, but neither Maureen nor I
was into the conversation now.

"You'll get to do that all the time, once we're all grown up for real and living
together," Sherry said.

I said, "Yeah, but we aren't ready to do that now. I like being a kid. I don't want
to grow up. Well, maybe not entirely all the way like Peter Pan. I just don't want
to stop liking stuff we do now."

"I think you can do that to me some more," Maureen said, giggling.

"I will. I want to play with your pussy a lot," I said. "But what I meant was, I
don't want to stop playing other things we like. Or even school. I like school, you
know how that goes? Some other kids don't."

"But school is usually fun. Plus you do really well in school," Sherry said.

"You do pretty well too," Maureen said.

"You do pretty good," I said, laughing. I knew better, but most kids did say pretty
good instead of pretty well.

"I love you," Maureen said.

I guessed it was to me, she was looking at me. I'd been softly petting her pussy all
this time, but I don't think that was what made her say this now.

"I love you too," I said. I kissed her pussy, licking it, sucking on her clitoris a bit.
Very gently, because it seemed to me that Sherry usually started off that way. If
she wanted more, she could ask me.

"You can play with me as much as you like, Jeff," Maureen said.

Like my offer to the girls, and I think she meant it the same way. We could keep
taking turns, back and forth, pleasing each other over and over. Was that all love?

I think so. Sherry moved down next to me, but didn't touch me much. Just a
hand on my side, no pressure, nothing really sexual. Like she was supervising me
as I worked, or something like that.

It was all up to me now. This time, I was in charge of handling Maureen's pussy.

With Annie, I'd mostly been trying to make love to her pussy, pleasing her. The
basic licking and kissing moves seemed obvious, and I had some practice with that
from before. Just not with the same enthusiastic, orgasmic responses. Still, was
there a big difference between giving a bit of exciting kissing and all out sexual
pleasure?

I think so, because when the girls brought me to orgasm, everything seemed to
change. The pleasure was more intense, the sensations stronger, and nothing else
mattered but the joy of it. It wasn't too rough, the teeth no longer hurt, and I
wanted more and more until it was all gone.

Maybe it wasn't quite identical with girls. Maybe some were different from others,
even if they were girls. But my instant analysis said that we all lost ourselves in
sex when it got to the finale. Not all the time, not all the way, but it was like we
focused on each other, and the pleasure, and nothing else.

We weren't doing that yet.

It was still playing. I stroked and pulled at Maureen's pussy. With her legs
spread, I could see inside just a little bit, but I pulled it open wider, just like Sherry
showed me.

I stroked her inside, rubbing one finger inside the hole. It was soft, hot and wet.
Delicious, too. Was it supposed to be like that? It made it easier to "eat" it, but
why would it smell so nice, taste nice when I licked my fingers, and stuck my
tongue in her vagina?

"Her clitoris is really sensitive," Sherry said. It was sticking out, just a little bit.
The sex anatomy diagrams didn't look quite like her. But different girls don't look
the same - the books said that too.

Would other girls show me their sexual bits like this, letting me just play with them
like toys? I don't know, but it was great. I pulled on her pussy lips, her labia as
we all called them, as I did this. That was funny, but how else could you tell your
lover to "suck my labia" and get results?

Well, we probably could work something out. Mostly, I was trying out touching,
stroking, pulling, and kissing on different parts of her pussy. I'd work on her clit
for a minute, then leave it alone. I had this idea that if I stuck on it too long, she'd
get lost in the desire for orgasm, just as I did if the tip of my dick got a lot of
attention.

But I didn't want to ignore it, because this was sex play, not just playing. It
wasn't big, not like my dick. But it grew up a bit, pushing outward under the
hood and out.

I reached up to the hood and pushed it up, wiggling it back and forth with my
fingers.

"Eeek, eh, OK, you can do that, softly," Maureen said.

I didn't want to hurt her, so I let go. While my dick seemed pretty durable, even
with some biting here and there, I still enjoyed almost any contact . . . My balls
were a different story. Very sensitive at times, but I still loved having them
touched or sucked on.

"Don't stop, though," Maureen told me.

"How should I do it?"

"Well, you could just lick it some more."

"But..."

I didn't know what to ask. I was trying to figure it out. What I did seemed to
work OK with Annie, but Maureen had lots more experience with Sherry. I'd
watched her do it, and was trying my best to do the same things.

Sherry said, "You've got to be more gentle with fingers. I like Maureen's tongue
better there, for making orgasms. But it is really nice when we cuddle together
and touch each other. Besides, if it feels good I squeak a bit. Like a mouse, eh?"

"A pussy mouse," Maureen answered, laughing.

I put my fingers back on her clit, this time one on each side of it. I stroked it
gently, softly. I'd played with her pussy all over a lot, and wondered if I could
make her orgasm just with my fingers?

Her cousin did that. Sherry said they did that too.

I knew about hand jobs, like what girls did for boys. We hadn't done that either.

I licked Maureen's clit, held between my fingers. It was sticking out, not hiding
well at all, and it startled her when I did it. She giggled, a funny sort of stifled
giggle, then she hummed with pleasure.

I'd figure out later how to give a girl a "hand job". Was it still called that when a
boy or girl did it to a girl? Anyway, I wanted to practice oral sex too, and more
important, I wanted to give Maureen an orgasm. I wasn't sure how late it was, but
it might take a while.

That mattered because I was going to make an orgasm for Sherry too. Maybe
we'd do more after that, but I'd set those as my goals for girl sex parts study for
this afternoon.

I felt I owed them for pleasing me so much the same way.



--

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2003.

Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for
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