Ff, teen/ped, first
Tracy Loses Innocence (Part 3)
by Dirty Little Claudia
Author's Note:
 
Meet Tracy. Young, impressionable, and surprisingly sexual.
 
This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. None of the events in this story are actual events, no name have been changed to protect the innocent, as there are no innocent
 
Feedback welcomed, and encouraged. Enjoy.

	I thought to myself for a while, and heard the hustle of noise 
downstairs. They had the stereo on now, and I knew if I tried anything 
they probably wouldn't hear it.

	After I waivered back and forth several times before I pulled my
panties off and stuck them into the pocket of my coat. When I lifted them
up, I could smell myself on them, and it was strong.

	I sat back down on the floor in front of the television, and i 
turned one on. It was small, and kind of flexible, like latex. I pushed 
the first part inside and then switched the knob at the end.

	Immediately I felt the energy surge through my body. My toes 
curled, and it was probably one of the most intense feelings I had ever 
felt until that point. I pulled it out and just held it against my clit. 
It felt so good there. My legs spread wider, and I began to breath harder. 
My navy blue skirt was now bunched around my waist, and my white blouse 
was untucked, and pressed tight against my chest. 

	My socks stayed on the entire time, it was kind of strange. My 
head went back immediately, and I moand loudly. I couldn't help myself, it 
was the most erotic thing I'd ever felt before in my life. I never knew 
how good this 'sex' thing could be. 

	I pushed it back towards my hole, and started pushing it inside. 
As it stretched me, I felt a certain satisfaction. I had never felt this 
way before ever. My hands were trembling, and I was having a difficult 
time breathing regularly. 

	Just as I was about to reach the point I had reached the previous 
week while sitting in the leather chair across the room, I heard the front 
door close, and the thumping of footsteps coming closer. I cried out and 
gave into the shuddering orgasm, the first of many that night, as Mrs. 
James opened the doors to her bedroom, and found my 12 year old body 
trembling and shaking with my hands between my legs, cupping my vaginal 
area.

	I was breathing hard and heavy and was somewhat disconnected from 
reality, but when I looked up and saw her, I panicked. I asked myself what 
kind of freak she was going to think I was, and how was I ever going to 
explain this. Fortunately, I didn't have to, she was more than forgiving, 
and helped me up into the bed, and straightened my clothes out.

	She asked if I minded if she changed out of her scrubs, and I told 
her that it was her room, and if anyone should be asked to leave, it 
should be me. She smiled softly and shook her head as she walked towards 
me topless.

	"Did you like that, Tracy? Was it exciting for you?" She didn't 
sound like her usual self, but then again, how many times in your life 
does your best friend's daughter have an orgasm in the middle of your 
bedroom floor?

	I looked up at her, my eyes were somewhat vacant, I know, as I was 
still in the moment. I just nodded and closed my eyes as I laid back on 
the bed. What happened next, shocked the heck out of me.

	I laid there, catching my breath. Mrs. James was changing, and I 
was laying on her bed, carefully trying to kick the box of toys back under 
the bed, not wanting to make it too obvious that I'd been looking through 
them still.

	Within seconds, the most wonderfully arousing thing happened. I 
felt a pair of soft cool hands on my thighs, and they were being spread. I 
could feel the breath on my flesh, and then, the sensation of her tongue 
on me. It drove me over the edge.

	I writhed, and moaned, and I gripped the blankets on the bed as 
she licked me. I didnt have hair there yet, but it sure was sensitive, and 
I felt like I was going to explode and pee all over her face. I later 
found out that it's a common misinterpretation for a female ejaculator to 
'squirt'.

	She continued to look, and i noticed that she was completely naked 
now, and I could see her back in the mirror behind her. she leaned in 
deeper and was sucking the lips between my legs. It was sheer heaven and I 
wasnt about to ask Saint Peter for a "Get Out of Jail Free" card, not on 
this one!

	I finally let go, and I must have been having an orgasm because as 
the pleasure moved through my body, I felt myself shudder at her touch, 
and when my body finally relaxed itself, I was helpless and unable to 
move. Mrs. James picked up one of the vibrators and put it just at the tip 
of the hole, and grabbed my hand, puting it on the end.

	"If you want this, you're going to have to do it yourself, dear."

	I grabbed the toy and pushed it inside of myself. It was such an 
amazing feeling. I didnt push the whole thing in, maybe just an inch or 
two, but it felt like it was ripping me open anyway.

	I cried out a little, and I heard the music stop downstairs. 
Immediately I stopped, and pulled it out. There was a little bit of blood 
on the tip, and I panicked. Mrs. James pulled me close to her and held me 
tight. The music came back on and as she slipped away, Mrs. James kissed 
me on the forehead.

	I laid there motionless as my body readjusted to reality, and sat 
up. She was returning with a wash cloth, and gently cleaned me. Once I was 
cleaned up, she sat on the bed next to me, and wiped her mouth clean.

	"You know if your parents find out about this, I could get into a 
LOT of trouble, young lady." She sounded very serious, but there was a 
gentleness in her tone.

	"I know, Mrs. James, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been looking 
through your things." I closed my eyes and managed to sit up on my elbows, 
and cross my legs. I glanced back over to her. "Is it always like that?"

	She laughed a little and smiled. "It can be."

	"It kind of hurts, but it was weird, it hurt but it didn't."

	"The first time hurts the most, from now on, it will be easier."

	"How can I get one of those things?" I pointed to the vibrator 
laying on the floor.

	"Honey, I think your mom and dad would be a little shocked if they 
found a vibrator in your bedroom."

	I suddenly realized that maybe I wasn't a virgin anymore.

	"Am I still a virgin?" I asked her, I could feel my eyes welling 
with tears at the thought of losing my virginity to a piece of plastic, 
and a few batteries. Every girl dreams of the first time being perfect, I 
hoped I hadn't already messed that up for myself.

	She looked at me seriously. "I wouldn't say it's completely gone, 
I don't think you had it in deep enough to break the hymen completely, but 
it's probably torn just a bit."

	I took a deep breath, relieved that there was some hope for me. 
The relentless nagging that the place between my legs did daily was 
starting to become too much for me to bear. It was suddenly like an 
addiction, and maybe I needed help.

	We talked for a bit longer, and she explained a lot of things to 
me that were never made clear in 'sex ed'. Things made more sense now. I 
started to think about Mark, and wondered if he had sexual urges. He was 
kind of cute, even if he was a bit goofy.

	After a while, Mr. James came up to the bedroom to find out why 
Mrs. James was taking so long. As he opened the door, she kicked the 
vibrator under the bed, and he saw us sitting on the bed talking.

	"You coming downstairs, baby?" He addressed Mrs. James as baby 
quite often, and it was somewhat cute, while being subtly condescending.

	"Yes, hon, I was just talking to Tracy a bit, I'll be down in a 
minute." With her response, he turned and without even looking at me, 
returned to the company of my mom and dad.

	It looked like it was going to be a late night, so I curled up on 
the edge of the bed, and decided on a cat nap while the last movie was 
finishing. I was still pretty sound asleep when my dad came in to wake me 
up.

	"Tracy, get up, we're going home now." He sounded a little bit 
upset, and I wasn't sure if Mrs. James had told him and mom what had 
happened, or if they'd been arguing downstairs while I was asleep.

	I got up and stumbled to grab my jacket and my book bag, and 
walked down the stairs and out the door. As I reached for the door knob, I 
turned my head and looked around. Mr. and Mrs. James were nowhere to be 
seen. I shrugged it off, and when I slid into the car, I pressed my jacket 
up against the window as a pillow.

	As I closed my eyes, I took a deep breath, then realized that I 
could smell my panties in my jacket pocket. It wasn't until then that I 
became aware of the fact that I was still not wearing panties, and that I 
was wet again between the legs.

	I hoped all of this would make sense in time. We pulled up to the 
house, and I got out, following my parents inside. I climbed the stairs to 
my room, and closed the door. I started getting undressed, and just as I 
had slipped my blouse off, my mom came in.

	"Your father is going to stay with the James' for a while."

	I looked up in disbelief. "What?" I wasn't sure what this meant. 
Were they getting a divorce? Fighting? Did dad and Mr. James have business 
to deal with alone? There were so many questions, but I was so tired.

	My mom just looked up at me and smiled reassuringly. It's okay 
honey, I'm sure it will all work itself out in time. It was then that I 
realized something had happened while I was asleep.

	I put on an over-sized t-shirt that covered everything down to my 
mid-thighs, and slid on a pair of panties. I laid there in bed, thinking 
about the entire day, going over every event with careful detail, and I 
decided for the first time in a long time, to write some thoughts down in 
my journal.

	It had been a very long time, several months even since I'd 
written anything. The journal had been a gift from mom and dad at 
Christmas a few years before, but I hadn't been able to write much down 
before then because there wasnt many noteworthy things happening in my 
life.

	I opened the journal and started to write down the events of the 
weekend before, and what had happened tonight. It was then that it occured 
to me that Mrs. James had done me a huge favor. I owed her big time, and I 
wasn't sure what I would do, but I would make it up to her somehow.

	My dad came in to check on me before he left. I was still writing 
when he opened the door. I closed the journal and slid it under my 
blanket, a sign that it was something private. My parents always 
understood and respected privacy when I asked for it, because it was rare, 
and they knew I would never hide anything really important from them.

	I wasn't sure if they were prepared for all this, so I decided to 
keep it quiet until I found the right time to say 'Mom, Dad.. I have a sex 
drive, and I need some condoms, or the pill'. The idea sounded good, but I 
knew it was inappropriate, especially now.

	My dad came into my room, and smiled at me. He leaned over and 
gave me a kiss on the forehead and a hug, and told me he'd be back in a 
couple of days.

	"Why are you going there, dad?" I think he could tell that I was 
dead serious and wanted a straight answer without him trying to sugar-coat 
everything that was going on.

	"I have things I need to take care of, pumpkin. Don't worry, your 
mother and I will be fine."

	If dad said it would be fine, then I knew it would be fine. It 
didn't occur to me that I shouldn't trust him because he was a man. It 
occured to me that I should trust him because he was my dad and loved me.

	He turned to leave, then turned around quickly as I started to 
pull my journal back out. When I caught his eyes, I slipped it back under.

	"You haven't written in that thing in ages, honey. Anything you 
need to talk about?" His question was sincere, but I didn't think it was a 
good idea to open a new can of worms right before he left for a few days.

	"No, dad, just girl stuff." I giggled and winked at him. It always 
made him smile when I winked. He left, and I continued writing, spilling 
out my fears, desires, and questions, hoping that someday soon, I would 
have an answer to them. I fell asleep with the light on, clutching the 
journal close. 

	Sometime in the night, my mom had come in and turned the light on,
but left me as I was. As I slept, I remembered everything in vivid detail. 
Everything down to the way that Mrs. James smelled. When I woke in the 
middle of the night, I slipped my journal into it's secret place, and fell 
back asleep immediately, wondering if I could feel it again.