Yurenka didn't call again for a couple of weeks. When I saw her during lawn cutting days she was still shy, but would smile. I didn't have any more pictures prepared for her but I was collecting some. I did, however, have another Penthouse Letters that disappeared from the gray can in the back yard about a week before.
At about 6:30 on a Friday evening she called. “I can call another time if you're busy.”
“Now is fine. I've been thinking about you lately. You found the magazine?”
“Yes. I found it. Well, actually Milla found it. My sister. She looked because she found my other magazine in our bedroom and she wanted to know where I found it and wouldn't leave me alone until I told her and then she started running to the blue can before I could whenever we got there and last week it was there and she took it.”
Was I ever young enough to get that many words in one sentence?
“What did she think of the stuff she had found?”
“She was really interested and asked me all kinds of questions and stuff. She also said that she knew that I did 'stuff' at night in bed and wanted to know what it was. If Mom and Dad find out they'll kill me.”
“They won't 'kill' you, Yurenka, but there is a way you can make sure that Milla doesn't tell them.”
“How?”
“Let her in on it. Then it's her secret, too, and she won't want to tell anyone. And she is probably just as curious about sex as you were. You can help her understand what is right and what is just the bullshit that many kids come up with because they really don't know about sex, either.”
“Well, I did tell her some stuff. But I don't know how to explain the pictures you gave me.”
“Does she know about them?”
“Yes. She found everything under the mattress of my bed.”
“Just tell her that you found them in my trash, too. If I throw something away, and you find it, and you take it, it's not my fault even though I was careless about how I got rid of the stuff. See?”
“Okay, but that doesn't help with her wanting to know what I do after we go to bed! I can't show her that! I'm no les.. lesbian! I'm her sister.”
“You may not want to 'show' her on yourself, but you could show her on her. And even if you did show her on yourself, that doesn't mean that you're a lesbian.”
“I couldn't do that. Why wouldn't that make me a lesbian or weird or something?”
“Remember I said that homosexuals 'only' make love to their same sex. Guys with guys and girls with girls. Homosexual guys don't think of girls as sex mates and Homosexual girls don't think of guys as sex mates. Never. But 'bisexual' people (and there are a lot more of them than homosexual people) think of either as sex mates, though they normally have a preference for the opposite sex. See?”
“It would be really weird to talk to my sister about touching herself, and I could never show her.”
“Keep what you know to yourself and let Milla learn from other kids who don't give a shit about her and will just want to use her for their own pleasure without caring if she ever feels what you felt the last time we talked. Do you remember how that felt?”
Little voice: “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, although you found the things I was telling you exciting, and that's why it was so much better than when you touch yourself alone, everything I said to you was also the truth. Don't you want Milla to know the truth about sex instead of some stupid version her friends might tell her?”
“I could just tell her, not show her like a weirdo.”
“Yurenka. You have to decide what you want to do. You love your sister. She loves you. She obviously is intent on learning about sex. If you answer her questions, and you somehow show her how to please herself, which will be loving her. If you got to where you two masturbated together, it would be more exciting for each of you, because you would be sharing the pleasure. Just like it was so much better for you to share with me on the phone than to just do it by yourself. It hasn't been as good for you since that day, has it? Do you see what I mean?”
“Yeah, I see. But it's still good. I mean, when I…do myself.”
“Yes, of course. But it's not anywhere near as good as when I was on the phone with you. Right?”
“No. That was awesome!”
“There are two reasons for that 'awesomeness', Yurenka. One, is that you were imagining what I was saying to you, experiencing yourself through me, my words to you, the images that my words created in your mind. Two, is the fact that I care about you so I didn't tell you things that weren't real, and I was totally honest with you about every word I spoke. Only caring people do that for each other.
Strangers don't give a damn about anything except their own pleasure. Who cares about your sister more than you do? Who wants good things for her more than you do? How many teenage boys do you think there are in the world who know all that they should know about the realities of sex, with an understanding of what a girl needs to satisfy her?”
“I know what you're saying. I know she wants to know everything.”
“So did you at her age. How much would you have appreciated a big sister who could have helped you back then?”
“Oh!”
“By the way, Yurenka, where are you? I forgot to ask.”
“I'm at my same friend's house as when I called you the first time. She loaned me a key while they were all at her aunts house in Mexico for a week.”
“How old is your friend and why would she loan you a key?”
“She's the same age as me. She loaned me the key so I could use her room and have some privacy.”
“For?”
“What?”
“Privacy for what, Yurenka?”
“You know.”
“Yes, I do. But does she?”
“Well, sort of. I mean she doesn't know about you, but she knows about wanting to be able to, you know, um, masturbate. And she knows I'm getting my “stuff” from an older guy.”
“What's her name?”
“Ivette.”
“Sometime I'd like you to tell me about Ivette.”
“Okay.”
“Are you 'masturbating' now?”
“No, I'm still sort of dressed.”
“In what?”
“Why do you need to know that?”
“Don't play games, Yurenka. How can I see you in my mind if I don't know how you're dressed.”
“Why do you have to see me in your mind?”
“Are you the only one who is supposed to get pleasure out of our conversations? Are you the only one who gets to jack-off and have an orgasm? I want those things, too, and I have to do most of the work, here. Help me and I help you. What are you wearing and where are you?”
“I'm lying on her bed. I have my bra and panties on.”
“And what do you want to talk about?”
“Why did you give me pictures of girls, uh, doing each other, but none of boys doing each other?”
“Good question. I gave you pictures of guys eating girls because I really like that, like doing it I mean. And I gave you pictures of couples in a 69, eating each other, because I really like that. I will get you pictures of guys sucking each other off, if you want, but I'm not interested in them myself. Most men aren't. But! Most men relish seeing two girls making love to each other. That is a real turn on. Very few men probably ever get to see it in person; I certainly never have. But most men want to see it, and take looking at pictures of it as a remote second to actually being there.”
“So why did you give me those pictures?”
“That would be difficult to answer without possibly upsetting you.”
“But I want to know, and so does Ivette.”
“Really? Ivette?”
“Yes…I showed her.”
“The answer in a nutshell is that two girls can't make each other pregnant. There is a longer answer but that is the short version. By the way, have you started playing with yourself yet?”
“Yes, but just through my panties.”
“Has it started to feel good yet?”
“Yes. Some. Will you tell me the long answer?”
“Yes. Or at least a longer answer. Some other time I'll tell you the Long answer. Put your hand inside your panties while you touch yourself. Okay?”
“I did.”
“It's perfectly normal for you, or your friend Ivette, to want to experiment with sex. Everyone has for low these millions of years.
For most of those millions of years there was, for a curious girl, only her hand or another girl or a real guys cock. And almost every cock is dangerous to a curious girl. But now in addition to your own hand or another girl, there are 'dildos' for the curious girl. Although not as good as a cock, or at least an educated cock, they do provide a lot of the same sensations as a cock in your pussy during intercourse. So a smart girl, who doesn't want to get pregnant just to have some fun, turns to either her hand, not bad but not great, or her dildo, if she has one but they're hard for kids to get and harder to hide, or a helpful girl friend. A helpful girlfriend can jack off with you so that the sharing of jacking off makes you both more excited and you orgasm much better. And neither of you can get pregnant. A girlfriend could also jack you off and you her. That is even more exciting because we never really get used to the touch of someone else on our body. And neither of you can get the other pregnant. Finally, another girl can perform cunnilingus on you, and you on her. Now this is a whole new realm of orgasm. No hand or finger or cock can touch your clit in all of the ways and with all of the sensations that a tongue and lips can. There is no equal. Not that it should replace intercourse! No way. But you show me a girl who has been eaten by her guy to her first orgasm and then fucked to her second orgasm and I'll show you a happy, happy girl. A close second is to be eaten by another girl to two orgasms. And, no pregnancy risk. That's the longer answer.”
“Wow! You don't hold nothing back, do you?”
“Not much. Well, what did you think of my answer and what are you doing now?”
“I'm fingering my, my clit. My hand is inside my panties, and I'm very wet down there. I see what you're saying but I don't know if I could do any of that stuff. Not that last bit, for sure. No way.”
“I'll tell you what. When you care about someone, and especially when you love someone, you'll find that you want to do whatever it takes to make that person happy. And they want to make you happy, too. That could be true of you and your friend. You just never know, sometimes. It's certainly not true for everybody, but you maybe shouldn't knock it if you haven't tried it.”
“Oh, yuck!”
“Don't be so quick to jump to wrong conclusions, my sweet Yurenka. Your pussy cream, lubricant, is mostly glucose. Do you know what that our bodies when we eat food. Our body turns it into glucose and our blood carries it to our cells to nourish us. And when you concentrate glucose it becomes thick and slippery. Sort of like honey, only not as sweet. So if a girl keeps herself clean (which is a whole other subject for someday) then she tastes good. Sort of sweet. Got it?”
“Sure, but that doesn't mean I would ever want to lick another girl, or even touch her.”
“True, true. But how do you feel about another girl doing that to you? Touching you with her soft fingers, opening your pussy lips and stroking you inside, inserting a finger in you and moving it around inside you in a way she knows will feel good to you because she knows how it feels to her; which no boy can ever know. Delicately touching your clit as no boy can really know how to do because he doesn't have a clit to practice on. Bending down so that her warm breath is so close to your pussy that you want to beg her to lick you. Delicately pulling on your pussy lips with her lips, teasing them. Putting the point of her tongue just under your clit in that little hollow that you can feel with your finger and then slowly licking up to the tip of your clit.” My God, she was moaning. She was getting off on my words about girl-sex. This was almost too good to be true. I went on with, “My fingers and tongue can do almost the same thing because I've learned over the years how to do it pretty right. I could nibble on your pussy and lick and suck your clit almost as good as a girl can. That's what I'm imagining right now. Lovingly sucking on your cunt to make you come on my mouth.”
Louder moaning from Yurenka.
“Now she would reach up to play with your nipples the same way she would want you to play with hers. You would be rubbing your pussy all over her face and she would be licking up all of your cream so that none was wasted. Then she would pull one hand back and insert her middle finger up in your cunt like a small cock and fuck it in and out of you while her lips had your clit trapped and her tongue was lashing back and forth over the tip of your clit. Loving it.
Loving you. Making you come hard. Your hands in her hair to pull her even closer to your hot cunt.”
“Oh,” cried Yurenka in my ear. “Oh, it's so good. Oh! Oh…”
“Was that good for you, Yurenka?”
“It was better than last time, if that's possible. And faster, too.
Oh. Wow. I can't move.”
“See? The thought of another girl sucking on you got you off big time,” I told her, hoping for a favorable response.
“Well… yes, but only to think about. I wouldn't really want that to happen. It ain't right.” Then, after a pause, she continued with, “I'll bet it's nice, just like you say, but I don't feel right about it. But a guy licking me-that would be great!”
There was the open door.
“I wish I could really see you, Yurenka,” I said sincerely. “See you sweating and flushed with sexual heat. In fact I wish I could taste your pussy for real to see if we did a good job of making you come.”
“How could you tell by that?”
“There is a change in the way a woman tastes before her orgasm and how she tastes after. I like that change.”
“You would really want to…to lick me?”
“Yes. If me talking about it makes you come like you just did, imagine how much better it would be if I could really see and touch your naked body. Kiss your breasts and suck on your nipples. Run my hands all over you. Put my mouth on your pussy and give you pleasure. Can you imagine that?”
Quietly, almost too quietly to even hear, she said, “I'd like that.”
“Where does your girlfriend live; by you or toward me?”
“Three blocks from you. I come here on my bike.”
“Well, you pedal three more blocks and you can find out how it feels to be licked and loved.”
“I couldn't now. I just…had…”
“You could have more,” I said, “many more, and they fell much better after each one.”
“You wouldn't, um, try to, you know, um, want to, uh, um, put your, um, thing in me?”
“No, Yurenka. It would be just for your pleasure. I promise you that I will not put my cock in your pussy and fuck you. Say that, Yurenka.”
“Uh, you won't try to, um, fuck me?”
“That's right. I won't. I'm not a teenage boy who can't control himself when he's with a beautiful girl. Even when she's naked.”
“Well, maybe. Just for a little while, maybe. We'll see. Maybe.”
“It's up to you.. The woman should always get to decide about sexual matters because they have the most to lose or gain. Bye, Yurenka.”
I hung up the phone without waiting for her response.
And waited.