As we traversed farther into the woods, butterflies crossed our path and red wing blackbirds were flying around. A squirrel passed just in front of us and we continued over the trail toward the lake. Stacey was looking up at the robins building a next up in a tree when she fell over a hidden root and twisted her ankle. Her sharp cry brought Dave back immediately. He picked her up and carried her toward a clearing at the edge of the lake. Gently he set her down and removed her tennis shoe and examined how bad her foot might be. He found no visible damage but told her to stay off it for a few minutes. He said we needed a break anyway. Stacey made herself comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Stacey said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if she rested there and read some of her book while she relaxed. Dave and I glanced at each other and we both said simultaneously, that we didn't mind. Dave said he was going to take a quick walk along the edge of the lake, and I offered to go with him. As we went out of sight, Dave called back to Stacey for her to just yell if she needed them, as he would be within shouting distance, and to not get on her foot until we came back and he checked it out.
Dear Diary,
Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back home, my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big brat. If only he would grow up. God, it seemed boys never matured! He just stormed into my room, without knocking or anything. At least I was able to put you away before he realized what I was writing. I will try to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.
We had no longer gotten out of sight of Stacey, when another clearing appeared. It was as if it had been made especially for us. Dave sat on the soft grass and leaned back against the tree that was shading them. I snuggled up against him and reached over to unbutton his shirt. His chest was covered with hair and I ran my hands through them. He put his arm around my waist and like a boy in a drive-in theater, sneaked his hand against my small breasts. Dave said, "I want to be open with you, I don't want to ever hurt you, so if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say no and we'll stop." These were the words that I so needed to hear. I knew that he would stop if we got too far. Slowly my hand trailed down his chest. Dave allowed me to do everything. I was in complete control. This way I also knew I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything that I did not want to. But, oh did my body want to. I could already feel the moisture building up deep between my thighs in anticipation of what might, no, would happen.
He watched me reach down and slowly untie the strings that held his pants up. I slipped my hands inside his pants and attempted to tug them down. Dave lifted up and allowed me to pull them down exposing his briefs. His cock was already straining to be free. Leaning over he pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Then he turned to me, and said, "Now it's my turn to please you…".
Dear Diary,
I had to take a break just now. Reflecting back on some of these memories has gotten me excited just thinking about the new and exciting pleasures my body and mind has been awakened to. Thank goodness I am typing this, or my hands would show a definite shaking in the writing. I'm going to get a glass of diet coke and get right back to writing this while I still have it all fresh in my mind.
Dave gently lay me on my back, with it leaned against the tree he had been resting on, and lifted my tee-shirt over my head. My tiny nipples stood out crying for attention. He obliged them, by leaning over and gently sucking the edges of my buds.
True, my breasts were not yet fully developed, so he was able to place his whole mouth over them while he explored my nipples with his tongue.
Releasing the one breast caused me to feel a moment of disappointment, yet as he began kissing my other and cupping the first, I was soon quietly moaning. He then reached down to my pants and began unzipping them. Scared again, I placed my hand down to stop him. He immediately stopped. This gave me the confidence in knowing that I could stop him if I needed to.
I unzipped my pants myself and he helped me to remove them. My cotton white panties were already soaked and he could see the outline of my slit through the thin material. Dave slowly rolled my panties down, exposing my pre-pubesent privates to the forest that surrounded us and to the world.
My mound is just beginning to be covered in a dark fuzz that passed for pubic hair. The innocence of my delicate tuft showed him my inexperience in the ways of life. He gently and ever so delicately, tugged my panties down past my knees and lay them atop the pants thrown to the side.
I had placed my hands over my tiny mound as if protecting myself from his gaze. Dave then did a wicked thing. He began kissing my feet. Inching his way up, just past my ankles, then to my calves, upward toward my knees. Then without regards to my hands, he slowly spread my legs apart with his gentle kisses.
I began to become more nervous as he inched himself closer and closer to my mound. Just when I thought I would get up and run, I found some hidden courage and I steeled myself to let his tongue meet my vagina. As it slid up and down my tiny slit, it caused waves of new feelings to come over me.
My legs spread themselves even more, in hopes of this constant attention. He separated the tiny lips that covered my tunnel and his experienced tongue now whipped itself around my clitoris. I hadn't even realized I had such a part of my body that was so sensitive to a mans touch. Soon my hips were thrusting up to drive his face deeper into me. My juices were flowing forth and he was sucking it all up. As the first wave of intense buildup of unexplained emotions built up in me, I realized what exactly a orgasm was. I knew that my first real orgasm had began. I knew that my previous attempts of playing with myself, could never compare to this. It took several minutes of effort on his part, as I was still frightened and this made me slow in reaching first peak. The first spasm I felt seemed to almost exploded inside me. I clenched my teeth and hands. My pelvis thrust and pumped furiously against his experienced tongue. I could hear his slurping as he fought to push me into a deeper orgasm, and I let him drive his tongue deep inside me. Just when I thought I could take it no longer, another orgasm hit and I was bucking and thrusting again.
Dear Diary,
I want to make a note that it was 5:30 in the morning on Friday the 13'th, my 12'th birthday, when I had my first real orgasm. This day I will always remember as the beginning of my becoming a woman It felt GREAT!
Dave came up for air and lay down besides me. My breathing was still irregular. I knew now that the ultimate show of love was to satisfy one's partner, and not ones self. As I caught my breath, I stared down at the bulge in his shorts. Gosh it was good, to know that we could have this much intimacy and still be true to ourselves. Now that he had driven me to such etcasy, I wanted so much to please him in return.
I rose to a sitting position and looking at the bulge in his briefs, and laughing, I said "look like your little friend isn't so little and could use some attention." It was then he explained to me what a "69' really was. He told me to sit on his chest facing away from him.
Now my back was to him and as I leaned over so he could reach my tiny cleft with his tongue again. This almost made me forget what I had started out to do, but as I gazed down on his crotch, I remembered. Reaching forward, I pushed his briefs down and his cock sprang into full view. It was as scary to me to see as before, but I knew that his needs were greater than even mine had been. I would have done this, had he even failed to bring me to the orgasm and the pleasure that he had shown my a few moments ago.
I quickly engulfed as much of his manhood into my mouth as I could. A few days ago I would have thought this to be really gross. Now I knew this is what made him feel like the world would explode for himself. I knew that he understood what it meant for me to do this to him. At least I hoped he understood that I did this for myself as much as for him.
I raised my head to take another plunge down his shaft and I naturally felt that a small amount of suction would increase the sensation he was feeling. I could tell that I was doing it right, because he began to thrust his hips more rapid. It was then I felt his finger begin to slide deep inside my moist tunnel. All the while Dave's tongue still playfully circled my clitoris, but as his second finger joined the first and reached the depths of my womb, I shuddered as another orgasm hit deep within me. I never knew it was possible to have more than one orgasm, or before today, what an orgasm even was! I almost blacked out over the sensations I was feeling. He continued thrusting his finger in and out, as if to give me the rhythm that he needed me to pump my mouth along his shaft. I reached out and holding myself up with one hand, used the other to grab the base of his shaft.
My tiny mouth could never get the entire amount in, so I cupped my hand and slid it up and down its length, along with my mouth, to give him the full sensation. I felt his cock quivering and the pulsing indicating he would be cuming himself soon. I plunged my mouth so deep on his cock that the crown went into the back of my throat and I gagged as I tried to swallow and continue giving him the best my inexperienced talents could.
As he brought his hips down and I felt his manhood slide away, I knew that though it was difficult and scary to me, I wanted to try that again, so I forced myself to swallow down as his cock came jutting up. Relaxing my throat, I could feel his penis get even harder and it engulfed my entire throat. I swallowed deeply and this allowed me to relax and take more of his cock deeper inside.
Feeling the pulsing of his cock deep inside my mouth, I knew that within just a few seconds I would be rewarded with his entire body responding to my actions. That I was so able to give this much pleasure to someone else was a rush in itself.
With just a few more strokes he began spewing forth his hot white jism. Deep into my throat it trickled. Swallowing as much as I possible could, I continued to suck every drop from his manhood.
My own pelvis was thrusting harder as his fingers plunged deep inside me. Just as I tasted his final drop of cum, I erupted in my own right and orgasm again. Laying there, we continued to suckle each other, though both knew we were spent and exhausted.
It seemed as though neither wanted to let go of the pleasure that we had given each other.
Dear Diary,
Here it is the next night, and I can still almost taste his semen. It was not a dirty and gross experience as I had been falsely led to believe. It is no more unnatural than breathing, but I have to admit it is hard to breath while I was giving him face… ha ha…
I knew it couldn't last forever, as much as I would have liked it to, and we heard talking from over at the clearing where we had left Stacey. Throwing on our clothes, we wondered who it might be that she could be talking to. As we came up on the edge of the clearing where Stacey had been siting, I noticed her talking to one of the boys that had been skinny dipping earlier.
It was hard for Dave to see his daughter talking to a boy that had been running around naked just a few minutes ago. At least the boy now had a pair of gym shorts on. Dave thought for a minute and whispered to me to be quiet and they moved to the edge of the clearing for a good view, yet so as not to intrude on the young couple. Dave leaned over to me and said, "don't worry, I have confidence in her. " "Besides, he might be Mr. Right for her learn something about life with."
Dear Diary,
For a few lines I am going to pretend that I can read into Stacey's mind. I'm sure that she may not have thought this exactly, but I know I would have, so here goes my version of her thoughts. I think we've shared enough of each others private moments that I can relate to what happened next.
Stacey had been laying there and was dreaming of school starting in just a few days. She was sure that this year would be more interesting than the last one. Most of the boys had teased her and never really taken a look at her for the woman that she was becoming. They failed to notice the time that she spent making extra sure that each hair was combed exact. The fact that she now was wearing a training bra. Or even that she no longer wore jeans that often. A nice short dress that might get blown up by a stray wind was the latest style. Her biggest fear was no one would ask her to the school dances.
Stacey knew that she might not be the most popular girl in her class. She never sat at her desk and let her legs dangle open so a boy might glimpse her panties, like some of the other classmates she had. She watched them running and playing in Gym class. Their muscular bodies, sweating as they ran up and down the length of the basketball court. If one of the boys fell down, and she was watching closely, their shorts hang loose and she could see the jock strap that tightly imprisoned their manhood. Passing the boys shower room, she could hear the taunts and jokes they yelled at each other. Could they be ignoring her because of her inexperienced attitudes?
"At least I have some friends at school.", thought Stacey. Some of them were even boys. This didn't mean those boys that spoke with her were really interested in the way that she felt or thought of her as a girl. They saw her more as a tomboy that was "just one of the guys". She could never relate to them with some of the new and fresh emotions that she was growing to feel.
Once she had sat next to a boy in study hall and looking over, saw that he had hidden an adult magazine inside of his textbook.
She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl pasted on the centerfold. it was time that she realized that in order for her to fit into this world, she would have to make adjustments and start doing things with more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls could be good little examples in public, but she had to learn how to get them interested in her in private.
Stacey had been almost asleep, there in that beautiful clearing in the woods, when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching. She glanced up and saw that it was one of the boys from earlier. He walked over to her and said that his name was Thomas. He was out on a boyscout outing and they had sneaked off from the rest of the troop to explore for something different that just tying knots. Stacey gave him the once over and noticed that though he was now wearing gym shorts, the sun shone directly behind him and she could see almost through them.
His manhood now seemed much larger than it had from the distance above the river.
Thomas asked her where she was from and Stacey said that she lived in the city about ten miles North of the forest. He then sat besides her and noticed that her one tennis shoe was off. She explained to him how she had twisted her ankle. It had been a silly accident and for him to ignore it.
The sympathy that he felt toward her and her pain made him want to help her in any way possible. He asked her if he might massage the ankle to increase the circulation in it. With a reply that his actions would be most grateful, he moved to her feet and sat indian style. Placing her foot across his legs, it dangled quite closely to the slight bulge in his gym shorts. He began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and rubbing it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in the sensual care that he took in his massage.
Dear Diary,
I am reading what I have just written. I highly suspect that Stacey will not be a wallflower or tomboy acting fool when she starts school this year!
A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to alight on Stacey's face, and she swatted at it. This caused her body to move downward. If this was her intent, she never let on, yet now the bottom of her foot now was just touching his crotch. As he continued to massage her ankle, she could feel his back and forth action caused her foot to rub up and down against his manhood.
His methodical repetition caused her to relax and devote her attention on the thought that although it was her foot, she was actually touching a boys privates. It caused her to think back to the many times that she had explored herself in the darkness of the night and imagined what a boys penis might feel like.
She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the shaft inside his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his heart at the touch of her. Stacey definitely wanted more. Her main concern was that her father might be coming back up the trail at any moment and catch her being with a boy, let alone the hope that this would be more than a simple conversation. Stacey then told Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it a little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the fact that her foot was still sore and leaned on him for support.
Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she asked Tom if he might help her walk a little ways. Thomas was quick to reply that he would. So she headed at an angle away from the trail her father had used, yet still within hearing (little to their knowledge, in sight) of her father.