Dear Diary,
I can remember back when I was seven and Tommy, the boy next door and I played “I'll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I can remember wondering why I had been born without a penis like him. Now I am glad that I am a woman. We seem to have the better deal. I remember touching Tommy's little echo of penis, and even at his early years, he had gotten a hard-on.
I think it scared him more than me, because he had pulled his shorts up and went running from the shed. I have always secretly desired to see what might have happened had I continued playing with his privates.
Now that I had made my decision, I threw caution to the wind and decided to give myself some pleasure, instead of always playing second fiddle. I really wanted to experiment more, and I knew that I could trust Mike. I lowered my tongue to swirl it around his erect penis. His body responded with a slight thrust up, causing his penis to actually enter my mouth. I liked the taste of his penis, and my excitement was building deep within me. Raising my head and releasing his penis, it stood straight up, pulsing and calling to be satisfied. I stood upright and removed my night shirt. My nipples were erect and jutted forward in excitement. This was my choice and I was the one in control. No one was telling me I had to do this. It just felt right!
I couldn't bring myself to remove my panties, it was as if the fact that one of us had our underwear on, then we wouldn't have to worry about going to far.. I then placed one hand against the now totally soaked material of my pink panties and rubbed my fingers into the cleft formed between my legs. Throwing caution to the wind, I again lowered my lips to kiss his penis. I could see this excited his body and caused my own arousal to increase. My free hand began exploring his penis, cupping it and bringing it up and down against his penis in a pumping action, I could feel the sack below tighten. His penis became more rigid in my exploration. My tongue felt his cock pulsing now and I could feel his hips starting to thrust slightly.
Frightened, but feeling totally nasty, I brought my mouth deeper onto his penis. I took as much of his penis inside as I thought possible. I imagined my mouth to be the deep warmth of my vagina. My other hand was now working my mound faster and faster. I had never felt this good and especially not in this way. It was so good and bad at the same time.
His thrusts into my mouth were now matching the bobbing of my head, as I slid my lips down the length of his penis as far as I could, until bringing it back up to rest just before his cock could escape the confines of the warmness of my throat. Just as I thought I would fall to my knees, in my own tingling rush of excitement in anticipation, my legs quivered and he couldn't hold back his intense pleasure and he spewed forth. The force of his cumming caused some of it to trickle down my throat and it felt like a warm fire forming in my mouth. The taste of his semen caused me to orgasm. My Fingers were no longer just playing around the edges of my vagina, but thrusting deep within myself. My panties were now more in the way, yet gave me enough access to jam my fingers to the first knuckle. I wanted them to go deeper, yet with the confinement of my underwear, I continued to thrust them as far inside as they would go. His orgasm was greater than I could have imagined and he continued to spurt into my mouth. I gagged slightly and pulled my head back, but refused to stop pumping his penis with my hand. Now I could see the semen spurt through the tiny eye at the crown of his penis. My own orgasm intensified and I had to let go of his cock to finish my own needs. My free hand flew to my nipples and pinching them, while I rammed my other hand deep inside myself, thrusting my fingers around the elastic waistband that had kept me from enjoying the pleasure of my fingers deeply penetrating deep inside. I watched him continue to ejaculate and it dribbled down the length of his penis to pool on his chest. My hand acted as if it was acting of its own accord, plunging again and again inside of me. It drove me over the edge. My hips began thrusting and my first real orgasm began.
With each quiver of my fingers, I pressed my palm against my mound, forcing pressure against my clitoris. Faster and deeper I plunged. I looked over and saw Mike watching me. The thought of him viewing me masturbate like this didn't embarrass me like I thought it would. It actually increased my own excitement.
Knowing that he was seeing me so vulnerable and exposed, thrilled me as never before. My vagina twitched and contracted with each thrust of my fingers. My knees gave out and I threw herself against the bed. I viewed his penis only inches from my face and I spasmed again in complete orgasm. I now was truly incorporated into the world of the forbidden sexual knowledge of being a woman.
It left me feeling complete and total.
Dear Diary,
Here is the turning point. If it hadn't been someone as mature and caring as Mike, I might have decided life was no longer worth living. As I note below, I am reminding myself what a wonderful person he has turned out to be.
Looking up at me, Mike just smiled. Now that I was spent and my orgasm complete, I was coming down to reality. I knew that he was awake and the hope that he would sleep through this was shattered. Any other man would have never even come close to waking up, but for my thrusts against him while I shuddered in my orgasm had jolted him. Heck I could have probably straddled him and rode him till he exploded deep inside of me and he wouldn't have woke up, but in my excitement, I had shaken the bed with my quivering body.
Wow was this getting complicated!
Mike just raised one finger to his lips indicating for me to sssshush, and asked if I might not want to use the bathroom and take a shower. I just nodded my head yes and started to turn away, when he asked to stop a second and talk. In a whisper, I told him that he must hate me and be angry for the way that I acted. Mike replied, “no, in fact I am anything but in hate for you. What you have done is to fulfill the need of both yourself and another person. There is nothing that is more wonderful and beautiful in this world then two people showing such closeness. In all your beauty and caring, how can one hate? It is so much better to give than receive and you have given me the sexual pleasure of your attention. What more could a man pray for?” I cried that it had all been a mistake. I promised to never do it again. He looked up at me and when our eyes met, we knew that would be a lie. At that moment we cared for each other more than just as friends. But we knew that we could always go back to just being friends, should either one of us decided we needed to. We would never loose the memory of the closeness and open feelings they had, but I had to get him to promise to never say anything to anyone. He laughed and said, “Who could I tell? It would get me into more trouble than you.
Remember you are underage. In actuality you have me in your power. I am yours to command… to a point.”
What does that mean?
I'm not sure, but I liked it a lot.
Dear Diary,
As I said earlier, isn't he just the most beautiful person? I have always dreamed of being close to someone I could tell (and yes, act out) my most private feelings. I am so glad that I have him for a friend!
I then left to use the bathroom. When I stepped into the shower, and where I felt I might have been washing to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature enough to handle them.
Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Carla had awaken and would figured she would soon be over into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting forth through the material. As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again.
The taste of his semen was a special memory in my mouth, where I savored it and it caused small electrical pulses to course throughout my body again. Just them Carla came bouncing into the room.
She asked if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike today.
I asked her, “If your father or mother taking us?”
Carla said, “ Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at least two more days. Why?”
I casually replied, “I was just curious because your dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with.”
Carla said, “Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way, bring an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the woods and we might convince Dad if we can go swimming in it.”
We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck toward Potters Dam. It was a wonderful day out, with the sun shining ever so brightly. As we veered around a particularly sharp bend, I found myself leaning against Mike. Rather than draw away, I kept myself close to him. I glanced over at Carla and saw her looking away toward the mountains in the distance. I sneaked my hand over and gently squeezed Mikes crotch, while I kept my eyes trained on Carla to insure she wasn't looking.
When we arrived at the entrance to the parking area, we noticed other hikers were already there so we parked as far from them as possible. Grabbing our gear we headed off toward the blind mans bluff.
It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Mike managed to help us whenever we needed it and we soon were deep into the woods. We came up on a wide area overlooking the river that fed into the lake below. Hearing shouts and taunts, we went farther around the bend and could see the entire river basin from there.
Looking down, Carla and I were both surprised to see four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the river.
They were racing to the edge, jumping out and then diving back in. I could see their small claims to penis bouncing up and down as they ran to and fro. Carla just stared open mouthed.
I looked over at her and replied, “Hey you better close that mouth or one of them boys might find something to fill it with.”
Carla just continued to stare for a few moments, and than turned to me and was like: “It'd take all four of them to even satisfy me, let alone you!” It was then Carla remembered her father was standing behind them. She corrected herself and said, “I mean… like when I'm older.”
Mike just chuckled and went, “Ain't if wonderful to be young.
I'm going to go on a little farther, you two can catch up in a second.”
We continued to watch the boys splash around for a few minutes and joked at each other about which one of the boys would grow up and satisfy us the most. The boys must have been from a nearby town, as neither of us knew any of them, yet one boy stood out in the crowd. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, and had definitely reached puberty. His masculinity was obvious, even from the distance that we watched. After about five minutes of casual comments on the boys we then went on down the trail and caught up with Carla's father.
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. Carla 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 Mike 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. Carla made herself comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Carla said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if she rested there and read some of her book while she relaxed. Mike and I glanced at each other and we both said simultaneously, that we didn't mind.
Mike 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, Mike called back to Carla 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 Carla, when another clearing appeared. It was as if it had been made especially for us. Mike 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. Mike 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. Mike 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. Mike 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.