From the Twisted Primer Making it Clean By Will Somers, 2007 Codes: bg, cons, pett, lingerie Mean boys threw mud at Lisa! How will she get her new dress clean without making her mother angry?

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Lisa walked as fast as she could. She wanted to run. She really wanted to cry. But she didn't want anyone to see her.

She tried not to think about her pretty red dress. It was brand new. It had pretty little cap sleeves. It had a cute ruffle at the hem. It had a big bow in back. She wore it to school today for the first time.

It was spattered with mud! Lisa squeezed her eyes to keep the tears in. Her shiny saddle shoes had mud on them, too. There was a little mud in her long, brown hair, too.

She hated those mean boys. They pulled her hair. They followed her at recess. They tried to spy her underpants.

Lisa's chest had two little noogies sticking out. They just appeared one day. Now the boys made fun of them! Lisa held her school books tightly to her chest.

The two boys were waiting for her after school. They laughed at her noogies. She yelled at them. She felt a little bad. She said mean things. But then they threw mud at her!

Her mother will be angry. The dress was new. Now it was dirty. Her mother will have to wash it.

Lisa was near Aunt Sarah's house. Maybe someone could help her. She was afraid to go straight home. She walked slowly up the sidewalk to the door. She knocked shyly.

Cousin Craig answered the door. He was a big boy, already in junior high school.

Lisa liked Craig. They played lots of games. Craig played 'house' with her. Sometimes they played boyfriend and girlfriend. Lisa liked that game.

But now she was all muddy! She didn't want Craig to see her like that. She wanted to run away. But instead she burst into tears.

Craig took her inside. Aunt Sarah wasn't home. Craig gave Lisa some cookies and a glass of milk. He took a clean dish rag and gently wiped the mud from her long, thin arms. He rinsed out the rag. Then he wiped the mud from her long legs and her shiny saddle shoes. He found a brush. He brushed the mud out of her long, brown hair.

Lisa felt better. But her dress was still dirty!

"We can wash it," Craig said.

He led her to the laundry room. Lisa looked at the washing machine. It had seventeen different buttons. It had a big, round dial with lots numbers and little markings.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

"Wash it in cold water," Craig said. "That way the pretty red color won't fade."

Lisa didn't move.

Craig looked at her for a minute. Then he said, "Let me help you."

Craig untied the big sash in back. He unbuttoned the neckline. Lisa lifted her arms. Gently, Craig lifted the dress off of her.

He put it in the washing machine. He pushed a button marked "Cold Wash." He pushed another button saying "Cold Rinse." He pushed a button saying "Short Rinse." He turned the big knob and pulled it out. Lisa heard the water running into the machine.

"Let's wait in there," Craig said. The children went into the family room.

Lisa was wearing her white nylon slip and her saddle shoes. Craig was wearing his tee shirt and shorts from the junior high school gym class. Someday Lisa would have junior high school gym clothes, too.

Craig looked at Lisa. He wasn't looking at her face. He wasn't looking at her saddle shoes. He was looking at her little noogies!

Lisa started to cry. She wanted to be mad at Craig. But he was being so nice to her. Then he was hugging her. She kept sobbing. He stroked her hair. It felt nice.

"Why did you look at me like that?" she asked.

"It's a secret," he said. "But I will tell you if we play boyfriend and girlfriend."

Lisa liked that idea. She wanted Craig to hug her some more. It made her feel safe and happy. They might tongue kiss a little, too.

Craig took off his shirt. Lisa sat on his lap. Her long, brown hair fell across his chest and shoulder. Craig smiled. Lisa snuggled his bare chest.

The children kissed. Lisa slid her tongue into Craig's mouth. His tongue licked hers. She felt a nice tingle all over. Her noogies tingled a little. And underneath her silky white underpants, her coochie tingled, too.

Craig's hand stroked her side. He rubbed her bottom. His touch felt really nice through the silky nylon.

Then Lisa felt his hand on her right noogie! She gasped! She pulled away from Craig's kiss.

"What are you doing?" She was a little angry. Her body went stiff. Did he know what the mean boys said?

"It's something boyfriends do to girlfriends," Craig explained.

"We never did it before," Lisa cried.

"You're getting older," he said, "and you should try new things."

Lisa crossed her arms over her chest. She frowned at Craig.

"Didn't it feel nice? Maybe a little?" he asked.

Lisa thought about it. Maybe it felt nice, a little.

"Okay," she said.

They tongue kissed some more. Craig's fingers gently rubbed her right noogie.

But Craig was wrong. It did not feel nice. It felt very nice!

Lisa felt the tip of her noogies get really tight. She wondered if they poked right through the silky nylon. Then she gasped!

Craig slipped his hand under her slip! Lisa felt his warm fingers touch the tip of her noogie. She wanted to make him stop. But his tongue felt nice in her mouth. Her noogies tingled. She felt a strong tingle in her cochie, too.

Then Craig slipped the lacy strap off her shoulder, uncovering her right noogie. Lisa could not stop him. She was too busy kissing him. His fingers gently squeezed the tip of her noogie. She sighed. It was very loud.

Craig stopped kissing her. She gasped again.

Then he put his mouth right on her noogie! He licked the tip back and forth.

"Oh!" Lisa gasped. It felt really, really nice.

Craig sucked on her noogie. Again, she said, "Oh!"

She didn't want Craig to stop. She wanted him to do this forever.

Craig licked and sucked her noogie.

Lisa felt Craig's hand touch her long, thin leg. He stroked the white skin. The mean boys made fun of he legs. They called her "Beanpole." But Craig liked her legs. He stroked them when they played boyfriend and girlfriend.

Lisa felt her coochie tingle. Craig stroked her hip through the silky nylon. She wiggled her bottom a little. That felt good. She spread her legs a little. That felt good, too.

Craig's hand touched the lacy hem of her slip. She felt him lift it. He was uncovering her underpants!

Lisa could not stop him. She gasped for breath. Suddenly, she cried, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Her noogies felt really tight and hot. She felt her coochie squeeze again and again. It felt wonderful. She gasped for breath.

Then they heard a loud buzzer. The washer was done!

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