Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Bare CatTales Title: My Earliest Memoirs 03 Summary: A detailed account of my early sexual exploits Keywords: Warning! b(5)g(7), sex play Right now, this is written in memoir format. Eventually I would like to rewrite these using traditional story-format, using poetic license to fill in the gaps. Feedback is most certainly welcome! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The next time that I saw Mirrie, it was on a rainy Saturday. There was no sneaking outside into the woods or her brothers' `clubhouse.' We were stuck inside. Thankfully, we were able to play in the guest room, where she kept most of her toys. Dolls, Barbies and stuffed animals mostly, but I really didn't mind. We played quietly with Barbie and Ken and their RV, as our Grandpa was bedridden at the time, and Grandma didn't like excessive noise that bothered him. While Mom, Grandma and my Aunt sat around the kitchen table smoking and chatting away, Mirrie and I got quiet. Under normal circumstances, a sure-fire way to bring adults running. But as we were supposed to be quiet anyway, we got away with it. I was hard, visible even in my jeans. She noticed it and smiled, and asked me in a whisper if I wanted to `do stuff.' I hadn't wanted to bring it up, but I was definitely eager. She quietly closed the door more securely and wedged a building block under the door so it couldn't be opened. She was wearing one of those rough textured heavy skirt that came down to her knees, and a blue tanktop with a unicorn on it. She didn't have shoes or socks on and I loved looking at her bare legs as she crawled over to the door with the block. "Show it to me," she said with a grin. I was wearing jeans and a tshirt. Not sure what it was, but the memory of what she wore had burned itself into memory for life. I stood up and kicked off my shoes. Not at all embarrassed anymore, I wanted her to see it, and hopefully touch it. I pulled my pants and underwear down all the way, standing in front of her as she rested on her hip with one hand supporting her weight. She looked up into my eyes and smiled her smile, and my heart melted once more. I knew I would do anything that she asked me to. "You can touch it," I kind of stuttered, finding it difficult to speak. "If you want." She looked down at it again and wrapped her finders around it, shooting off all kinds of fireworks in my little body. For some reason when she touched it, it was so much better than my friends. Perhaps it was how I felt for her, or maybe it was her unfamiliarity of what a penis feels like that made her touch so different. It was probably both. I kicked my jeans off of one foot and sat back on the bed. It smelled vaguely of flowers and dryer sheets. It was the bed she used when she stayed over. Keeping her hand around me, she knee-walked closer to me, examining it once more; opening the slit and feeling the tiny marbles in the tight sack underneath. Then, unexpectedly, she pointed it up at me and kissed the underside. Pulling back she was blushing. Her hot breath and soft lips felt wonderful, giving me goosebumps. And her embarresed smile made my heart and belly do flips. "What?" she asked getting more embarrassed. "You did it to me," she said defensively. I told her that it was ok, that I liked it. She asked if I had liked doing it to her too. I just nodded. I had loved it. She went back to playing with it, and I showed her how it could fling small objects. She giggled at that, and proceeded to line up small toys and blocks to see which one worked and which didn't. As she played, I enjoyed her touch, and told her about me and my friends playing. I asked her if she played with anyone else, but she didn't answer. She instead told me that she wished she had one to play with on herself because hers did nothing "cool." She kind of batted it a little to make it wobble, but had lost interest otherwise. She looked a little sad. I told her that I loved hers because it was so different. "Do you want to see mine again?" she asked standing up. I told her yes, and she told me to put my pants on so only one of us didn't have clothes on. I agreed and I pulled up my pants as she pulled her tank top off, and shoved both her panties and skirt down and stepped out of them. She crawled up on the bed and lay on her back with her legs dangling on the floor. She watched me as I got close to her. "You can kiss it again," she said before blushing and covering her face with her hands. So I did. Little kisses, with puckered lips. Along her mons, on her inner thighs and on the folds of her lips. It was fun, and she seemed to like it as well. Again, I took in her musky scent. The smell that I so vividly had remembered from last time. The cool, soft skin so pliant to the touch. She had put her knees up, so her feet were on the edge of her bed. Her hands had found my ears, not pulling them, just kind of cupping them and feeling my face. She told me with a sigh that she was glad I didn't have whiskers yet. She then looked at me, propping herself up with her elbows and asked if I wanted to try something else. I could only nod at that point. She told me to pull my pants down again and make my penis kiss her there. She was watching my eyes, and grinning. It didn't take me long before I was rubbing my little dick all along her crack and mons. Her skin so soft, sent fluttering sensations throughout my groin. I knew I could get "the feeling" from doing this as it wasn't all that different from how I discovered masturbation. I wondered if she was enjoying it too, so I asked her. She had her eyes closed and nodded, putting her had between us, took control of my movement. She centered it on her top of her cleft. I didn't know it then, but she was using my head to stimulate her clitoris. Very soon, she tensed and wrapped her legs around me, clenching me. It kinda hurt, but I sensed that something momentous was happening. Then she opened her eyes, unwrapped her legs, and took my penis away from her cleft. She was blushing again. Actually, she was beet red all down her chest. I didn't know it then, but I had given my first orgasm to a girl. She sat up, and looked at me sort of shyly. She then asked if I ever felt anything cool after I played with mine for a while. I admitted that I did when I rubbed it on something like what we were doing. I tol her how I discovered it, and she giggled. I didn't tell her how I masturbated though, as I didn't want her to think I was a freak. She asked if I got there with what we did, and I shook my head. She said she was sorry and asked if I wanted to get the tingles, she called it. I nodded. Can we do that more? I asked her. She said it got too sensitive after. Instead she offered me her butt, and said that my little girl fishy needed to be cleaned with my fin. I thought she was making fun of me, but she said she wasn't. She just wanted me to feel good too. So I climbed onto her thighs and rubbed myself across the cool, soft globes of her rear end, until the familiar feelings shot through my groin and stomach. She asked if I did, because she felt me go stiff and stopped moving. I told her I did. She wiggled out from under and give it another kiss. She said we better get dressed so we didn't get caught. We needed have worried. It was almost another hour before anyone checked on us. By that time, Ken and Barbie had pretty much traveled all over the world (the bedroom); from the sheer cliffs of the Grand Canyon (her dresser) to the ocean (a blue throw rug). I hated leaving, and wished I could have stayed forever. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ If you liked this story, or have suggestions, consider sending me a note with the form found on http://www1.asstr.org/~Bare_CatTales/index.html Would love to hear from you!!!