THE GARDEN

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IN THE BEGINNING of the glade a small brook rippled gently over the rocks, creating a murmur and rustling, much like the sounds of a congregation awaiting a sermon. It emptied without much disturbance into a placid pond. On one bank stood a bloom of Tiger Lilies swaying rhythmically in the breeze; a mute and orange robed choir whose music mostly wafted down from above. The soprano of the Chickadees, the alto of the Mourning Doves, and the raucous tenor of the Jays was underscored by the basso obligato of the Bull Frogs croaking; a cacophonous hymn, yet strangely beautiful.

Except for a craggy old apple tree that grew on a knoll, the glen was surrounded by huge oaks, elms, and maples that rose tall and straight, mindful of massive pillars in a cathedral. Their boughs interlaced to form an eccentric vaulted ceiling of verdure that blanketed the ground in shadow.

The omnipotent sun, high in the heavens, could only penetrate the veil in one specific spot casting a beam of purity upon two small souls standing in the clearing.

�I�ll show you mine, if you show me yours,� Becky said, with a prurient gleam in her eyes and a mischievous smile on her lips.

Tommy, who had just taken a bite of an apple, quickly tossed it into the bushes, wiping the sour juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. �Show you what?� he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Becky stood back, disbelief clouded her visage. She couldn�t understand how anyone could misunderstand the meaning of her offer. It was so apparent, so clear, so plain. Once more she tried, separating her words and talking slowly, as if conversing with a dolt.

�I�ll�show�you�MIne�if�YOu�show�me�YOurs.�

By now, Tommy had started to get annoyed. It was obvious she addressed him like an idiot. She had asked him to come down to the pond with her because she wanted to talk to him, so he came. But, he had better things to do. He could be sliding into third base right now. He could be doing cannons balls at the pool. He could be climbing way up in a tree to observe the world from on high. If she was going to make him feel stupid he would simply leave.

However, curiosity plays a big part in a young boy�s life, and he kinda wanted to know what she was talking about. Did she want to see his collection of New Avengers comics, his pouch of marbles, the weird coin he had rescued from change with a square hole in the middle that his Uncle said came from some place named Fee-Gee?

�What!? Show you my what, Becky?� he asked with some amount of ire.

Becky took another step back. Her face was as stony as, well, a stone. Her hands were balled into fists, resting on her hips, which were cocked to one side. She tapped a foot impatiently and said, through gritted teeth, �I swear, boys are as dumb as it gets. I�ll show you my GIRL parts if you show me your BOY parts.�

It took a moment to sink in before Tommy�s brows went up toward his hairline and his eyes grew round with astonishment.

In the previous three minutes these two ten year olds had displayed as many emotions, facially, as a mood ring in a blender.

Once the initial shock wore off, he looked at her and firmly declared, �NOooo!�

Now it was Becky�s turn to be shocked. She had not anticipated a negative response. �Why not?� she queried, honestly.

�Because it wouldn�t be fair,� he answered.

�What do you mean, wouldn�t be fair? Why not?�

Tommy smiled like one with superior information on a particular subject and answered smugly, ��cause girls don�t got any parts down there.�

Becky shook her head incredulously. �What? That�s stupid. Girls have parts down there.�

�Nuh uh. I know. I seen them in bathing suits. There�s nothing there. It just goes zhoop!� He demonstrated what zhoop was by a downward curving motion of his hand between his legs.

�Maybe girls don�t have parts like boys,� she said, defending the honor of her sex against a dishonorable, and somewhat misinformed, accusation, �but we have parts. And I know WHYYYYY boys like those parts.�

�What do you mean?�

�Just what I said. I know why boys like girl parts.�

Tommy didn�t want to let on that he no idea to what she was referring, so he just stayed quiet. He also wasn�t convinced that boys actually liked girl parts. But he was already feeling he might be wrong about the fact that girls did have parts.

Always ready to make a boy feel inferior with her intellect, Becky began to explain. �Last night, Mom and Dad went out to dinner and a movie, so I had a babysitter.�

�HA! You had to have a babysitter?� he scoffed, not quite musically.

�Yes, even though I don�t need one. You know how Mom and Dads are. You have them, too.�

Tommy stared at the ground, poking a particularly interesting rock with his toe. �Yeah,� he mumbled, �but I don�t need one either.�

By now, Becky had begun to lose her patience. �Will you shut up and let me tell you what I saw?�

�Um� okay.� By now, the stone was well-poked and getting away from him.

�Anyway, they got Barbie Beeler��

�Ooo, Barbie Beeler�s got boobies,� Tommy remarked.

Becky slapped him on the shoulder. He rubbed it trying not to show how much it truly hurt. Pretty much.

�ANYway� After I went to bed, I heard the front door open and people talking. I sneaked out to the top of the stairs where I could see into the living room. Barbie had a boy there and they were kissing.�

She made a disgusted face, mirrored by Tommy, who added, �Ew.�

�But then I saw what else they did and now I know why boys like girl parts. And I want to try it and see what it�s like.�

�What� did� they� do?� Tommy asked, with trepidation.

�Well, first it started with him putting his hand under her blouse and touching her boobies.� Becky sort of passed this off with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand, as not being an important part.

�He� touched Barbie Beeler�s boobies?� Tommy said with awe.

�Yeah, but��

�Maybe we should do it exactly like they did. It might be important,� he said, already convinced Becky might be onto something he wanted to know more about.

Becky�s head and shoulders dropped and she exhaled in resolution. �Go on,� she conceded.

Tommy moved closer. She stood still, allowing him to slip his hand under her tee shirt and feel around her chest. After a moment he said, �You don�t got NOooo boobies.�

She pushed his hand from her shirt and slapped him on the shoulder again. �Ow!� This time he was unable to keep quiet about the pain.

�I�m only ten years old, Tommy! When I get bigger I�ll have boobies just like Barbie.�

Tommy grinned and muttered, �Becky�s boobies.�

He was able to duck the obligatory slap on the shoulder, but was unable to escape the look of contempt she gave him that was almost as bad.

�ANYway...� she started, moving closer to him and grabbing the waistband of his shorts.

Tommy quickly retreated exclaiming, �What are you doing?�

�Just what Barbie did. She unzipped his pants.�

Tommy met her gaze with one of disturbed emotion. �Uhhh, I don�t know.�

�What�s the matter? Are you chicken?� she asked contemptuously.

�I ain�t scared of nuthin�� he countered.

�Then stand still.�

Becky wrestled the snap and zipper, and yanked both his pants and underpants down to his ankles.

Tommy stood in mute humiliation, his lily-white butt feeling very exposed in a light draft, while Becky surveyed the results.

�It�s a lot smaller than Barbie�s boyfriend�s,� she commented with a smirk.

Even a ten-year-old boy hates to have the quality of his manhood questioned.

�I�m only ten years old, Becky. When I grow up it will be bigger, just like your boobies,� he told her with disdain. �What else did they do?� trying to draw the attention away from the size of his prize.

�Well, she started rubbing his sack thing,� she told as she reached between his legs and placed her fingers on his scrotum. He flinched a little, but was determined not to show any hesitancy in what she claimed to know about girl parts and boy parts. In fact, as she lightly massaged them, it felt kinda good. It felt real good.

Becky took his penis between two fingers of her other hand and started to move them up and down on the shaft. Both kids were astounded at the result. Slowly, it began to stiffen and elongate itself. Sure, it still was nowhere as big as Barbie Beeler�s boyfriend�s, but the head poked out from beneath the foreskin like a turtle checking to see if it�s safe to emerge. Apparently, it was, because it continued until the entire tip was exposed to the sunlight and Becky�s attentions.

She developed a huge smile, intuitively understanding the power she had just discovered she now possessed over boys.

Tommy had a grin on his face, too, but it made him seem more like an idiot than the questions she had asked earlier.

This was getting good, he thought. Hopefully there was more.

�Then what did they do?� he questioned.

Becky hesitated. �Oh, just some other stuff that wasn�t important. We can skip that.�

Tommy understood from the way she answered, she was avoiding responding to the inquiry.

�Like what?�

�Doesn�t matter.�

�No. Come on. Tell me.�

She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before sighing, �Barbie got down on her knees and put it in her mouth.� The response was given with disgustful grimace.

Tommy stepped back, almost tripping on the pants binding his ankles. His eyes went wide at first. At first. Then, slowly he began to consider the act.

�Remember, we was gonna do it exactly like them, �cause it might be important,� he reasoned.

It was Becky�s turn to find an interesting stone to poke with her foot.

�What�s the matter? You chicken?� he bantered.

Her frame snapped to attention. Her eyes revealing the anger the comment raised. �I ain�t� I�m not scared of anything.�

�Okay, then,� and he indicated the ground at his feet.

Becky couldn�t refuse. If she was to back out now she would lose face after having been the one to instigate the episode. Slowly she knelt, drawing out the inevitable. She brought her lips to the tip of his penis and slid them over it.

A moan escaped Tommy�s lips. Never had he dreamed of such a sensation.

Becky was amazed by the fact that, this wasn�t all that bad. She experimented with different techniques and speeds, used her tongue, used her lips. She got an extreme sense of pleasure by Tommy�s quivering thighs and pitiful moans. She was discovering how much control girls could achieve over boys, and she liked it.

When she pulled away, he asked, �What else?� He gulped with anticipation. �What else did they do?�

It was Becky�s turn to get nervous. She began to tremble as she told him, �Barbie undid her pants,� and she slowly did the same.

Tommy could hardly take a breath. He was about to see if girls really did have parts, and hopefully learn why boys like them. His pulse beat a drum solo in his ears.

Becky slid her pants and panties down in the same manners as his. Then she lay upon the soft blanket of grass, knees spread, ankles restricted by her clothing. She had never felt so utterly exposed in her life. She was leaving herself helpless. She felt weak, humiliated; more feminine than she had ever felt in her entire young life, and the emotion only grew worse with his response.

Tommy stared incredulously. �It�s got a crack in it!� he exclaimed. �It�s like your butt goes all the way around to the front.�

Becky couldn�t believe the remark. She felt embarrassed and inferior. �That�s where the girl parts are, dummy!� she told him.

Tommy considered it for a minute. He couldn�t fathom how something that looked broken could possibly be of any interest to him, not to mention boys in general. But, he was here. He might as well find out if Becky knew what she was talking about, or was just pulling his leg.

�So, then what did they do?�

Becky swallowed a lump. �Barbie�s boyfriend got down and put his face between her legs and licked her girl parts.�

Tommy stumbled backward, again, nearly tripping over his pants. �WHAT!� he exclaimed, aghast. �No. No, no, no, no, no.� he avowed.

�I did you,� she said.

�That�s different.� He didn�t know why it was different, but it just was.

The following moments saw the awakening of two young children to the facts of life. Not the physical facts, not the sexual ones, but emotional ones, sympathetic ones.

Becky rose up on her elbows. Her eyes grew moist. Her lower lip jutted out. Her chin quivered. It was what Tommy would later classify as the puppy-dog look, a look that would cause him to cave frequently during the rest of his life. It was a look boys nor men cannot deny. And, Becky, who had stumbled on this revelation quite accidentally, realized its power.

�Oh, okay.� Tommy surrendered, �I guess it�s only fair.�

He got on the ground and crawled between her knees. Part of the problem was he had no idea of what he was supposed to do. He brought his lips to her mound and kissed, then licked around the area.

�Like this?� he asked.

She made a twisted motion with her mouth. �I don�t know. It doesn�t feel like much.�

Tommy pulled back, studying the situation. The area was more interesting than he originally thought. There was a matching mound on either side of the cleft, with a little flap of skin toward the top and a pink, pouty hole near the bottom. 'Kinda looks like a hot dog bun,' he thought. 'Or, a taco. Yeah, a taco with a gob of taco meat at one end.' He decided he would trying to lick the meat from the taco shell just like he sometimes did at the taco shop.

His tongue darted into the split and started to work at the tiny labia. Immediately, Becky�s eyes grew as round as saucers and her mouth hung open.

�Yeah, that�s it,� she attested with a squirm.

Tommy decided this was a fun sort of occupation and continued for many minutes. He also liked that fact that he could make Becky wriggle and fidget.

Becky had no cognizant thoughts while he was working his magic. The sensation was like nothing of which she had ever experienced, dreamed of, or imagined. She didn�t understand the stirrings he was creating within her, but she liked them.

Moans escaped her lips, deep-throated, primal groans that made Tommy�s penis even more rigid than when she took it in her mouth.

This was better than he believed was possible, but it didn�t seem complete. He felt there had to be more. He expected there was more. He hoped there was more.

Looking up from his occupation he asked, �Did they do anything else?�

Becky let out a deep breath; a sigh of contentment, before she answered, �Yeah. He climbed on top of her and put his thing in her hole. Then he moved up and down on her. At first, I thought it hurt her, cause she kinda made a loud groan, but after I could tell she liked it. She liked it a lot. He liked it, too. He made his fanny go up and down pushing it in an out until they both got so tired they quit.�

Tommy was running all this information through his mind as she explained. But, the major realization was, �so that�s what that little pink hole is for!�

He slid up on top of her and began to make poking motions with his member, but was unable to find the correct spot. Becky became impatient.

�Just stick it in, already.�

Tommy retorted, �It doesn�t have eyes, Becky!�

She reached down and took it in hand and guided it to the entry.

Now, Tommy was all set, he began to push into her.

�Ow! Wait! Tommy, no. It hurts,� she complained.

�You said you thought it hurt Barbie at first,� he said. All he knew was, it wasn�t hurting him. Quite the opposite. �Maybe it has to hurt at the start before it gets good,� he reasoned.

By now he was securely inside. As soon as his pubic area touched hers, the pain she felt subsided. He started pumping. Each time he hit the spot he had previously been licking it felt even better.

A sudden thought occurred to him. �Oh, my gosh, this is what the neighbor�s dogs were doing when they got stuck together! Are we gonna get stuck? Will we have to find somebody to pull us apart?� But, he remembered, eventually they separated with no interference from anyone else. Besides, it felt so good.

He had unwittingly brought her so close to her first orgasm with his tongue that each time pushed into her the emotions grew stronger. She wrapped her arms around him; holding tight to find security, as much as anything.

Tommy, being a young boy, and often times the statement holds true of grown men, didn�t take long to feel a growing sensation he couldn�t define building inside him.

At virtually the same instance, both children began thrashing like those possessed in Salem in the sixteen hundreds. Their orgasms left them quivering and scared.

Becky�s eyes were filled with tears as she looked into his which showed amazement and fear.

�What happened?� she asked.

�I dunno,� he replied, cautiously, trembling. In a moment he added, �Are you okay?�

Becky was touched by his concern. She answered, �Yeah, I think so. You?�

He nodded.

�Did you like it?� he asked.

A slow smirk developed on Becky�s face. �Yeah,� she admitted. �You?�

�Yup,� he said, and laughed with relief.

Tommy gazed down on Becky. Something was different. A knowledge had been discovered of something of which they couldn�t comprehend.

All he knew was, at that moment, Becky was beautiful. He did something ten-year-old boys seldom even consider with a girl. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her. It wasn�t a passionate kiss; just a soft brushing of his lips against hers.

He pulled himself off her and they both quickly righted their clothes. Then they sat quietly, side by side, each in thought about what they had done, what urges they had awakened, what the consequences of their actions might be. They both were embarrassed, uncomfortable, unsure of the next step.

Finally, Tommy asked, full of nervousness, �Do you want to... maybe � do this again sometime?�

�Tomorrow?� Becky answered.

�Yeah. Sounds good.�

They rose to leave and Tommy silently considered, this was much better than sliding into third base, or doing cannon balls at the pool, or even climbing way up in a tree to observe the world from on high.

They exited the glade, one beside the other. He reached across and took her hand. The other boys would scoff if they saw it, but, he didn�t care. Becky�s heart grew full. She knew what he was sacrificing with such a simple act.

When they were gone the nervous rustling of the congregation continued, the choir of birds and frogs continued their anthem, the orange robed tiger lilies continued to rhythmically sway, the verdant ceiling continued to allow the sun to shine its beam upon a now vacant spot. Almost nothing had changed. Almost.

Unbeknownst to all, a single silent garter snake slithered through the brush, its forked tongue flicking the air tasting scents, past the discarded apple, and into its burrow beneath the craggy old apple tree on the knoll, a self-satisfied grin upon it face.