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 Before New York (bf, 1st, cons) Fuzzie Tanner

   My hair was blond, but it was just starting to darken so that it looked
blond on top and light brown underneath.  It was also feathered and a
little long so that it covered my ears and went down to the base of my
neck. I remember spending a lot of time with a blow dryer in those days. 
My eyes were brownish-green and my face still had fairly small, childish
features.  I guess I was about 4'10" tall and weighed about 90 pounds. 
Having been in ballet for as long as I can remember, I was lithe and
slender with legs, thighs and buttocks that were very well-developed for my
age.

   I lived with just my mother and grandmother and spent most of my free
time at my mom's ballet studio.  It'll probably come as no surprise that I
was very effeminate.  I'm bisexual and was already having frequent
fantasies about men and women.  The boys at school wanted nothing to do
with me so I hung out with girls all the time.  They assumed that I was gay
and were very open about their bodies and sexuality around me.  I loved it
and did nothing to discourage it.  I was still nearly two years from
sprouting my first pubic hair, but my genitals had begun to grow
noticeably. I'd say that my erection was about 3 inches long and
three-quarters of an inch thick at the time.  My testicles had dropped and
were about the size of almonds.  They usually hung about an inch-and-a-half
below my penis.

   Bianca was very fair and slender, with medium brown hair that she wore
pinned up when in the studio.  She had a very pleasant face and wore her
make-up sparingly but to good effect.  You could hardly tell she was
wearing any.  Although her nipples looked fairly mature through her
leotard, her breasts were very petite and usually got pressed fairly flat
by the garment.  I could probably have covered one of them completely with
my small hand.  She was as limber as any girl I'd ever seen and had very
strong, shapely legs.

   I would go straight to my mom's ballet studio after school.  I usually
got there about 13:30 and ate the lunch my mom had left out for me.  I'd
watch her adult classes until 15:00.  The women probably thought I was gay,
too, and didn't think twice about changing clothes in plain sight of me.  I
usually sat at my mom's desk so that I could do my homework and answer the
phone for her.  It also allowed me to secretly play with myself while I
watched them change.

   At 15:00, my mom would have a 1-hour break before the girls' classes
started.  She would usually leave the studio to visit with a friend who
worked at a clothing shop down the block.  By the time she left, I'd have a
good half-hour with the studio all to myself before the girls started
coming in.  I usually spent the entire time striking poses and admiring
myself in the mirrored wall.  I spent a lot of time on my hair and my
overall appearance, but was especially proud of my dancer's body.

   It was during one of those moments of unbridled narcissism that I
glanced to the side and saw the reflection of a figure near the entrance,
watching me intently.  I was very startled and fell out of my pose, backing
up against the bar with my heart pounding in my chest.  She was a very
pretty teenager and I realized with horror that I'd been indulging in a
long series of female steps and poses that I loved but never got to do.

   She smiled and winked in a way that let me know my secret was safe with
her.

   "I'm sorry to have startled you, but I was looking for the teacher.  Is
she in?" She asked politely.

   "No, but I'm her son.  I can give you a card if you'd like to sign up,"
I said, scampering over to the desk.

   "Please.  I understand there's a class that starts at 16:00?" She asked
as she boldly looked me over.

   I felt myself blushing under her gaze as I nodded and handed her the
card.  "The intermediate and advanced class meets today and Thursday. 
Beginners meet Monday and Wednesday."

   "I guess today's my day, then," she said, giving me another long look as
she sat down to fill out the card.

   Her name was Bianca and she turned out to be the best student in any of
my mom's classes.  She asked if she could come in early for extra practice
on class days.  My mom was so thrilled to have her as a student that she
told her I wouldn't mind the company at all.  She never even glanced in my
direction before making that statement.  Bianca just winked at me as I sat
there with my mouth hanging open.

   Two days later, she was there as soon as my mom left.  I wasn't happy
about losing my primping and posing time, but I did my best to be nice to
her.  I even did my best to pretend not to look when she changed into her
leotards and tutu a few meters away from me.

   She stretched for a few minutes and said, "Would you like to practice
some moves with me?"

   That was the beginning.  We practiced our techniques for half an hour
twice a week, growing ever more intimate as time when on.  My summer
holidays began three months later.  By that time, there was not a single
part of each other's bodies that we hadn't found a way to hold or caress
during our sessions.  I'd also fallen completely in love with her.  Once
school was out, we spent many more hours in the studio together.

   One day she casually mentioned that she was getting ready to leave for
New York so that she could participate in some summer dance programs.

   I was devastated.  She told me that she would be back in eight weeks,
but I still cried very hard.  She was my only friend now that school was
out and I'd really been looking forward to dancing away the summer with
her.

   The day before Bianca left, she asked my mother if she could take me for
a stroll down Ceinturrbaan and then to Sarphatipark for the afternoon.  We
lived in the Pijp so these places weren't far away.

   We spent the morning strolling hand in hand, window shopping and
people-watching.  Conversation came easily and she never let me feel that I
was anything but her equal.  We bought some sausage and fries for lunch,
then went to eat them in the park.  It was crowded, but we found a nice
spot near the big fountain.  We sat and chatted, holding hands and looking
deeply into each other's eyes.  I wanted to kiss her, but didn't dare
because of our age difference and all the people around.  After an hour or
so, I began to feel a deep melancholy, dreading the end of our wonderful
day together.

   Then she looked into my eyes and asked me very seriously if I'd like to
spend some time alone with her.  My heart leapt into my throat as I
realized what she really meant.  I didn't hesitate to tell her that I
would.

   She said that her parents had gone down to Amstelveen for the day and
that there wouldn't be anybody home except her little brother.

   She took me to a nice building on the far side of the park from my
mother's studio.  We entered her flat and she led me by the hand into her
family room.  A slender blonde boy about my age was sitting in front of an
easel, drawing with chalk.  His hands and cheeks were covered with a
rainbow of chalk dust.  He was wearing nothing but very tight, brief yellow
shorts.  He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in
my life.  My heart nearly stopped when his big baby-blue eyes met mine.  I
saw a similar reaction in him and his perfect lips twitched upward in only
the slightest of smiles.  I knew instantly that he was gay and that I was
madly in love with him.

   She introduced him as Tristan.  He waved a chalky hand at me and said
hello in a soft soprano voice that sounded like church bells on a bright
spring morning.  All I could do was stand there and stare at him.

   Then Bianca took a firm grip on my hand and tugged me down a back
hallway to her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind us.

   "I think he likes you," she said with a big grin as she went to her
radio and turned on some music.  "Perhaps you won't be so lonely while I'm
gone."

   She sat down on her bed and patted the spot next to her.  I went eagerly
and cuddled up next to her.  We chatted softly for a few minutes while she
ran a hand up and down my chest and tummy.  I must have asked one too many
questions about Tristan because she gave me a gentle tickle on the ribs
that made me giggle, then placed her soft and warm lips against mine.  I
got an immediate erection and all thoughts of Tristan flew from my mind.

   Not another word was spoken as she taught me how to French kiss and
where girls liked to be touched.  Our clothes gradually came off and I
learned how to massage and pinch one breast while sucking and nibbling
gently on the other.  She showed me that my tiny nipples could give me
pleasure, too, when she did the same things to them.

   As I was enthusiastically sucking on one of her nipples, she guided my
hand off her breast, down her chest and tummy, and then into her panties.
Her mound was soft and plush, covered with long dark hair.  The twin lips
below were firm and puffy, but seemed far less hairy.  She sighed happily
as I ran a finger along the moist mysterious folds of flesh in the center.
Then I felt her hand touch my thigh, drift upward over the bulge of my
scrotum and erection, then back down and under the waistband of my
underwear to touch my bare skin.

   We continued to kiss deeply while we explored each other.  She
alternated between gently fondling my testicles and moving my foreskin up
and down my erect penis.  In the meantime, I had instinctively found her
vaginal opening with my curious fingers and was dipping them inside to feel
the invitingly warm and wet interior.  At one point, she rolled her panties
down her muscular thighs and kicked them off.  Then she helped me remove my
own underwear.  Naked except for our socks, we went back to our passionate
kissing and petting.

   My first orgasm with her was in her hand.  She had been moving my
foreskin slowly back and forth.  I had begun thrusting my hips in my
growing passion.  She took my cue and kept her hand still while she held my
virgin penis snugly in her fist.  As we continued to kiss, a wonderful
warmth began to fill my erection.  Without even realizing it, I moved my
pelvis faster and faster as the pleasure grew.  Her fist would open
slightly with every forward thrust, then grip me snugly as I pulled back
for the next one.  My fingers were buried in the tight wetness of her
vagina as I tried to imagine what my penis would feel like in there.  I
held on for as long as I could, but it wasn't very long at all.  I broke
our kiss, rolled partly onto my back, and came unashamedly into her gently
milking fist.  The pulses were strong and rapid, bringing forth great
pleasure but little semen.  The clear fluid coated my glans but failed to
escape my foreskin.

   She told me to roll over onto my tummy, then straddled me and leaned
forward to gently kiss the back of my neck.  From there, she spent many
minutes kissing every inch of me.  When she finally got down to my little
toes, she sucked on each one as if it were a tiny penis.  When she told me
to roll over, I proudly displayed my new erection.  She smiled at it, but
otherwise ignored it as she moved up to cover my forehead with kisses.  I
felt her pubic hair tickling my penis and bucked my hips to try and feel
more, but she coyly raised herself out of reach with a playful
"mmm-mmm-mmm" against my cheek.

   Bianca gave me an especially long kiss on the lips, then continued her
way down my body.  Her breasts dragged along my sensitive skin.  Her
nipples were so hard that they might have left scratches.  By the time she
got to my hairless pubic area, my erection was waving helplessly in the air
as I writhed beneath her.  I was desperate for any kind of stimulation, but
she carefully avoided giving it to me and pretended like she was going to
kiss me all the way down my legs again.  I whined and begged and pleaded
with her, telling her I couldn't take it anymore.  She just chuckled
softly, and then I let out a sigh of relief as she began to kiss and lick
my tight little scrotum.

   I instinctively spread my legs out wide as my hands flew to the back of
her head, gently but insistently encouraging her to move up to my penis. 
By the time she was half way up my scrotum, I was whimpering softly from
pleasure and frustration.  Then she either took pity on me or lost her own
patience.  Her tongue made a long, quick swipe along my urethra and then I
felt the warm wetness of her mouth engulf me.  Unfortunately, I'd been in
such a state of prolonged arousal that I came immediately.

   I let out a warning yelp that was a mixture of bliss, relief and
disappointment; then I frantically pulled her head against me while I
bucked my hips upward.  Fully engulfed, I felt her mouth tighten and begin
to suck just as the first spasm went through my penis.  It felt so intense
that my entire body jerked as if hit by lightning.  They came strong and
fast after that.  I kept my hands wrapped around her head as I frantically
pushed myself into her sucking mouth.  She kept my foreskin peeled back the
entire time as her tongue flicked rapidly around the pulsing glans.  It was
so intense that the upper part of my body lifted off the bed and curled
over her.  I felt myself grimacing as the excruciating ecstasy made me
whimper and moan uncontrollably.

   Finally spent, I fell limply back onto the bed.  She lay down beside me
and hugged me tight.  I hugged her back just as hard, pressing my body
firmly against hers.  I moved my thigh so that it pressed tightly against
her crotch and held it there, enjoying the moist heat of her vulva.

   We went back to our kissing and caressing.  She concentrated on my penis
and scrotum, stroking them softly until I got hard again.  As soon as I
did, she rolled over onto her back and pulled me on top of her.

   My instincts were screaming for me to plunge my penis into her vagina
but I was afraid of making her pregnant.  I settled for putting it between
the warm, furry lips of her vulva and humping her gently.  That turned out
to be very enjoyable for both of us and we did it for a long time, our
bodies unconsciously moving to the beat of the pop hits on the radio.

   It happened between one thrust between the moist lips of her vulva and
the next.  She shifted her pelvis very slightly underneath me as I pulled
back, and then I plunged smoothly inside her on the next thrust.  There was
no resistance at all.  Her vagina engulfed me in an instant.  I felt her
hot wetness all around me.  She was snug but not tight.

   I heard her whimper softly when she felt me fill her for the first time.
I gasped softly, too, but kept thrusting to the snappy beat of Waterloo by
Abba.  I glided easily in and out of her as if I'd been inside her all
along.  It took only about 20 thrusts before my scrotum tightened and a
delicious tingle began to fill my penis.  Her vagina squeezed and caressed
me as I moved ever more rapidly through it.  The tingling in my penis
became more intense with every thrust.  After about 20 more thrusts, it had
become more of a burning sensation than a tingle.  My breathing was harsh
and ragged.  I was thrusting so hard and fast that she grunted every time I
went deep and banged my pelvis into hers.  My penis swelled as I tried to
hold back my climax.

   I'd been telling myself from the moment I went inside her vagina that
I'd pull out and finish in the cleft of her vulva.  Now I desperately
wanted to come inside her.  It was all I could think about.  When I became
certain that I could hold back no longer, I froze with my penis half way
inside her.  My entire body vibrated, tight as a bowstring.

   "Bianca..." I whined.

   She didn't reply.  I just felt her knees fall away from my body to lie
flat on the bed.  Then she put her soft hands onto my sweaty, trembling
bottom and pulled me firmly against her.

   I was coming before I even got the rest of the way inside her.  I heard
a loud wail of pleasure leave my throat as the first racking spasm went
through my penis.  I pushed myself as far inside her as I could get and
felt her pull herself hard against me.  Something hard, hot and wet touched
the tip.  I let out another loud sound of pleasure and relief as I felt the
second spasm go through it.  After that, I just held on tight and grunted
against her shoulder as I continued to come deeply inside her.  Every now
and then our bodies would move in a way that let me penetrate far enough to
feel a jolt of pleasure when the tip of my penis touched her cervix.

   I must have spasmed more than 10 times before any semen left my body.  I
felt a familiar little tickle flow through my penis and knew that a droplet
of clear, watery fluid was finally making its way into her vagina.  I
thought about pulling out, but her hands were still firmly gripping my
bottom.  Instead, I just pushed myself deep and let it get squeezed out of
me by her milking vagina and my own spasms.

   We stayed locked together for a long time.  My penis finally softened
and fell out of her.  I didn't look, but I could feel that the lower part
of her vulva and my entire genital area was smeared with a thin but sticky
fluid.  Bianca's family took her to the airport the next day.  I went over
to visit Tristan the day after that.

   Two months is almost an eternity at that age.  By the time Bianca got
back, I had turned 12.  Tristan had signed up for ballet and was teaching
me how to draw and paint.  We were also deeply in love.  She seemed happy
that Tristan and I were together and never came to see me before class. 
She would always give me a smile and a wink when she came in the door,
though.  Sometimes we'd give each other a friendly hug.

   Two years later, she moved to New York.  Now she sends postcards to my
mom from all over the world.