Author: Hardguy Title: abduction (Work in Progress) Summary: The following story is a work in progress and is presented as is. It may be unformatted, contain misspellings, poor grammar, half constructed thoughts, and continuity errors. Story title may be misleading, as the plot may change during the writing process from the initial inspiration. If anything, it is presented in an effort to gauge reader interest. Keywords: mmmbbb/g, ped, cons, nc, 1st, preg, bro/sis, sci-fi Julie Turner went into her room and closed the door. She pulled her shirt off over her head and frowned as she looked down at her unremarkable chest. She was almost 12 and she still had little more than puffy nipples to show for it. Most of her friends were already wearing actual bras, while she was still in training bra territory and often would just go without. The pushed down her pants and panties in one full motion, and went to her full length mirror to see herself better. She still didn't have a single whisp of hair down there, and often felt unbearably uncomfortable when the other girls would compare themselves to each other in the locker room, almost to the brink of tears. As she glared at the reflection of her bald slit in the mirror, thinking thoughts of hair growth at it, she couldn't help giving the little dot nestled in at the top of her inner lips a tickle. She giggled at the way it felt and wondered if any of her friends had tried it. She'd only just discovered the way it felt a few nights ago when she woke up with a strangely nice sensation seeming to pulse from the spot. Her pussy had been a little wet too, but it wasn't like potty wetness. It was more slick and sticky, almost like she was sick, but instead of her nose running, it was coming out between her legs. It didn't make her feel scared, but rather she was kind of excited. Her mom had told her that as she got ready to have her period for the first time that she would have a discharge down there. She wasn't sure exactly what a discharge was, but she thought this might be it. Julie gave the bump a couple more tickles and wiggled around to the feelings it gave her. She glanced at the clock, and seeing that it was almost 11pm, she stopped and went to her dresser to get out her nighty. Just as she was about to pull the garment over her nude body, she noticed a sudden flash of light outside her window. She stopped and looked at it curiously, wondering if it was just a low flying plane. She lay the nighty out on her bed and went to the window, looking out at the dark night sky. She was met only by the twinkling of stars, one of which streaked across the sky. She quickly closed her eyes and made a wish that she would grow boobies and pussy hair like her friends all had. Once her wish had been made, she sighed and shook her head, feeling very silly at doing such a childish thing as wishing on a star. She opened her eyes and again she watched a star streak through the night sky. This startled her as she had never seen two shooting stars occurring so close to each other. What's more, this shooting star didn't fade into nothingness as it burned up in the atmosphere. In fact, it appeared to be turning and flying back the other direction. She watched it in fascination as it zipped back and forth leaving a trail of light like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. It then paused in the middle of the sky and then little by little it began to grow. Although she was mesmerized by it, Julie felt her knees getting weak. Her entire body began to tremble from her toes to the roots of the hair on her head. Her eyelids became heavy and her bladder relaxed, releasing a trickle of urine down her thighs. She fought to control herself as the light grew and grew in her window and her body seemed to be falling asleep without her. She closed her eyes as she fell backwards from the window and mentally prepared herself for the jolting impact of her body with the floor. That never came. Instead she felt as though she were floating. She felt light, incredibly so, and she began to wonder if she had died. Although the situation was incredibly strange and unnerving, she didn't exactly feel scared at all. In fact it was very peaceful. She could not see anything, and when she tried to move her arms, there was a sense that they weren't there anymore. She began to rise up, or at least that's what she felt was happening to her. It was a very smooth steady movement. 'Was she going to heaven,' she wondered. The speed of her ascent picked up considerably and soon she felt like one of her older brother's model rockets as it blasted into the sky. Despite this feeling of acceleration, she did not feel any of the stresses on her body like she had that time her family had flown to Disneyland. Suddenly she came to a halt, and the floating sensation returned. She seemed to hover in this empty space for a few moments. She noticed a point of light in her field of vision. It's presence was like suddenly being pricked by a pin and feeling pain where there had been absolutely none just an instant prior. The light started rushing towards her and at the same instant she felt like she was falling through the air. She franticly reached out, trying to use arms that were not there to grab at anything that also was not there. Although she was tumbling endlessly away from the light, it was also growing large and filling all of the empty space she could see. The light intensified and seemed to flash, which coincided with her slamming into something painlessly. She felt her lungs fill with air and her ears start to ring and her arms and legs return to her. On instinct, she did what anybody else would do having gone through what she just did; she screamed, doing so until she passed out from exhaustion. **** Julie awoke slowly, feeling a little groggy, as though she had overslept. As her eyes made sense of the light that was reaching them, she sat up quickly in a panic. She was sitting upon a long metal table that was so polished that it was like a mirror. The room was a pure white color that seemed to almost give off it's own light. There was nothing else in the room, but the table that she was sitting upon, and there did not appear to be any kind of exit anywhere. She recalled the floating sensation she had experienced in her room and all that had followed it. While she was quite obviously scared, there was also a degree of calm to it all. She once again wondered if she had died and gone to heaven or was perhaps dreaming. She pinched herself and felt the pain she had expected. She looked down at herself, still naked as she had been in her room. She recalled the sensation of urine running down her thigh as she had lost consciousness, and noted that there was no lingering trace of it as she would have expected. In fact, she felt clean all over, as though she had just gotten out of the shower. As she swung her legs over and dangled them off the edge of the table, she noted that it was pleasantly warm for a metal table. Not just in the places where her body had been laying and transferring heat to the metal, but all over the surface. In fact, where she had been, the temperature of the table was not higher than where she hadn't been. She wasn't even cold despite being nude. She slid off from the table and nearly fell over as her legs felt very wobbly. After regaining her balance, she walked slowly around the room, inspecting it. There were no hard corners or abrupt right angles to be found where the walls and the floor came together. The floor under her feet even exhibited temperature properties similar to the table. Approaching one wall and placing her hand on it showed that they were the same as the floor and the table, just pleasantly warm. She turned away from the wall to face the center of the room again where the table had been, but now it was gone. Needless to say, this sudden and unexpected change frightened her and she let out a yelp. She put her hand out in front of her, as though she were expecting there to be some invisible object in the now empty space before her, and walked into the center of the room. She got down on her hands and knees and inspected the floor for some kind of a trap door or a hatch that the table might have been lowered into. "What is going on..." she asked out loud, to nobody in particular, so you can imagine her surprise when she got a reply. "I though you might be wondering that, Julie," said a voice from behind her. She nearly gave herself whiplash as she looked over her shoulder at the source of the voice. It was a boy, about her age, perhaps a little older, just as naked as she was, and smiling gently as he looked down at her. She couldn't help staring at him, or at least at one particular part of him, as it was the first she had ever seen. A few of her friends had talked about them, mostly those who had younger brothers. Those descriptions of stubby little protrusions didn't do this one justice though. It hung down from a small patch of hair, the only hair visible on the boy besides what was atop his head. She noticed it moving a little and watched with a mouth hanging open in shock as it began to slowly levitate and grow longer. Finally it ceased it's movements as it pointed upwards, now looking twice as long as it had when she had first laid eyes on it. Inexplicably it caused her to feel funny between her own legs after she watched that show, and as she looked up at the boy's face, she noticed his attention was directed at her upturned backside and the soft lips of her underdeveloped vulva that peeked out between her thighs. Julie squealed in embarrassment and quickly sat down on the floor with her back to him, ending their mutual peep shows. "Where am I?!" she asked her presumptive captor, her eyes clenched shut, and now brimming with tears of part fear and part embarrassment. There was no answer to her question, and so she asked it again. "Where am?! What do you want with me?!" Still she was met with silence and she opened her eyes. The boy was now standing in front of her. She had heard no footsteps nor had she felt the subtle air currents generated by his movement past her. Startled, she scooted backwards, away from the naked stranger. "It's ok, Julie," he said very calmly with a gentle smile on his face. "You won't be hurt and you won't be forced to do anything you don't want to do. All that I ask is that you trust me." Not surprisingly, she regarded this promise of his a little warily. She knew why boys got hard-ons. It meant they wanted to have sex, and she was not about to let just anybody do that to her. "Who are you...where am I?" she asked again. The boy walked toward her, and then sat down, not on the floor, but in a chair that seemed to rise noiselessly out of the floor under him. Julie felt her body suddenly lift, and in almost the blink of an eye she was sitting in a similar chair in front of him. "My name is," he started to say, only to continue to silently move his lips for a moment before speaking once more, "and I am a representative of what you would consider to be an alien race on your world." At this point Julie was just about ready to believe anything, but that statement made her laugh out loud. An alien race? That was just silly. "You don't believe me?" the boy asked her. "N-no. There's no such thing as aliens," she stated, feeling a little bold. Sure she was being held captive in this strange room with this naked boy, but she wasn't crazy. The boy stood up and as he did, the white walls of the room vanished into darkness, or rather they just simply vanished, revealing a starscape all around. The chair that Juile had been sitting it also vanished, and she felt like she was falling, only there was no longer a floor for her to hit. In fact, she wasn't really moving at all, and that floating sensation that she had before returned. Instinctively she moved her arms in a circular motion to regain her balance but instead she spun in a summersault through the void. As she spun, a great light caught her attention and as she looked, there was a large sphere, blue and green. As she twirled uncontrollably, she realized she was seeing the Earth. "Do you believe me now?" the boy asked her. "I-I-I'm dreaming...this isn't real...this is a dream...I want to wake up! I want to wake up!" she started to scream, and seemingly on her command, the white walls returned and she was laying on the floor of the room in the same position she had been spinning in. She looked up and the boy was standing over her, his penis still erect and above her face. "This is no dream Julie. Although I may look it, I am not human. Rather this form that you see me in is a collection of data from your world, mimicking a member of the opposite sex at your approximate age." "Y-you're not really a boy?" "My race has six genders, none of which are comparable to your race's two sexes. The genitalia of my race is incompatible with your own." "B-but you...you have a boner..." she blushed saying the word, especially to a boy...or something that looks like a boy anyways. "The biological and physiological responses of an adolescent male are being replicated in the form you see before you. This erect penis is in response to my observation of your nude body, in particular your vulva and breasts." Julie looked down at her bare chest. She'd hardly call her little nipple tipped bumps 'breasts.' "Okay...are you going to have sex with me?" she asked, getting the feeling that this is where things were going. "No, Julie. Although it would be possible for me to engage in sexual intercourse with you in this form, that is not my intention. Rather, we wish to observe female members of your species procreating at the earliest possible moment of their fertility. Our monitoring of your reproductive system has indicated that you will ovulate within the next 48 hours. We would like you to select a mate from your species to fertilize your ovum." This frank technical way of speaking was a little disarming for Julie, but she understood. "Y-you want me to get pregnant?" "Yes." "With a baby?" "Yes." "I'm going to have a baby?" "That is the intention with which we brought you here." "But I'm only 11 years old! I can't have a baby! I don't even have tits or hair down there!" "Your age and secondary sexual characteristics have no bearing on your fertility. Repeated mating during the next week will result in the conception of a child within your womb. Through the special properties of this room, the child will be carried to full term in a matter of moments." "Well...well, what if I don't want to?" Julie challenged the boy. "You said you wouldn't make me do anything I don't want to, and I'm too young to have sex. People my age don't have sex!" The boy regarded her quietly for a moment, like he was thinking, but there was no sign on his face of the frustration that a normal human might have when in an argument. Suddenly in the space between them a series of images appeared in mid-air. They were pictures of faces, the faces were of girls and boys that Julie knew from school. "These individuals of your peer group are sexually active," he stated matter-of-factly. Julie could only stare in disbelief. She saw her friends Emily and Hanna with whom she shared everything private, classmates Brittany, Hailey, Nicole, Miriam, Stacy, Corey, Evan and Grant. She even recognized the faces of a few girls who had been on the news recently for having gone missing. "A-all of them? T-they've all h-had s-sex?" The alien boy did not answer that question, but all the pictures, save four, vanished, including all the pictures of boys. "And these individual females of your peer group are either pregnant or are attempting to become pregnant." Julie was simply flabbergasted by that statement. She recognized all four of the girls as being from her school, one of them was Miriam in her class. "No way...I...I still can't do this, it-it's not right! If anybody finds out, they'll call me a slut!" The alien regarded her coolly for a moment and then approached. Julie couldn't help staring at it's erect penis, which seemed to be pointed at her face. "You do enjoy sexual pleasure, do you not?" Julie was momentarily confused by the question, as she had never had sex, but that was when she felt the sensation and warmth between her legs. She gasped and attempted to stand as if to try and run from whatever this was, but she was so overcome by these new feelings that she could only lay on her side and curl into a ball. "Wha...what...oh my god..."she sputtered. It was like she was exploding between her legs and convulsing inside her lower belly. The sensation was at it's strongest around that little bump she had been touching in her room, and her nipples felt as though they were in pain, but a very nice sort of pain. She put a hand to one of them and found it hard and protruding from her chest. "Shortly before we brought you to this place, you were stimulating your clitoris for sexual pleasure, but did not reach orgasm. That is the sensation you are having now throughout your body. Evolution has given your body the ability to experience pleasurable orgasm through sexual intercourse. By assisting us in this study, you would experience orgasms often." Julie wanted to respond to that, argue against it...how she would do that exactly though, she didn't know because what she was feeling was amazing. Her toes curled and her pussy pulsed and ached for attention. Although she felt embarrassed being watched, she couldn't fight the urge to touch herself. She found her lips to be moist and sensitive to the touch. It was that same slick sticky fluid she had experienced a few nights before. She rubbed and rubbed at herself, gasping and moaning at how the physical contact enhanced her pleasure. Normally she would feel dirty about spreading whatever this wetness was around her privates, but it just felt too good to care about that right now. She didn't know how long she spent rubbing at herself, but gradually she felt too sensitive to continue playing with herself and the intense pleasure faded into something like a warm hug that blanketed her body. She looked at her fingers, covered in wetness. She brought them to her nose and sniffed, an unfamiliar odor, but not unpleasant. "In addition to the sensations of orgasm earned through sexual encounters, pregnancy will flood your body with hormones, enhancing your secondary sexual characteristics, which many females in your peer group value." An image of her nude body appeared, looking much the same as she did now. Gradually as her belly grew with a child, so did her small breasts and pubic hair develop on the image. Julie couldn't believe her eyes. Would she really become like that? She'd be like the others, grown up... "R-really? My body...I'd become grown up?" The alien boy nodded, and if Julie had been paying attention at all to his expression instead of the vision of her future maturing body she would have seen him smirking just a little at having her cooperation grow. "Wh-what do I have to do?" "You must engage in sexual intercourse at least once per day for the next week, ensuring that semen is ejaculated inside of your vagina." "'Ejaculated'? What does that mean?" Julie asked. For once the alien boy's vocabulary tripped her up. "When a male human experiences his orgasm sensation, semen will be forcefully expelled from his testes through his penis. Observe." Barely a second had passed before his cock twitched and a white fluid shot out of the tip, splattering on the floor in front of Julie. "You must ensure that this takes place inside of your vagina, or you will have failed in your attempt to conceive a child." Julie reached out and touched the spilled fluid that was on the floor in front of her. It was warm and sticky, thicker than her own fluids. The idea of having this stuff squirted inside of her sounded kind of gross, but the benefits she would receive would be worth it in her mind. "Ok, I'll do it." "Thank you for your cooperation," said the boy, and the room seemed to burst into bright whiteness, blinding Julie's sight. She felt the floor vanish from under her naked bottom and the same out of body sensations she had experienced earlier in her room when she was taken now flooded through her body. In an instant her bare skin now felt cold and there was a soft bristly sensation under her. Her eyes adjusted and she found herself back in her room, naked as she had been when this all began and sitting on the carpet. Her hands and vulva were clean of any fluids, as was her skin free of the sweat she had produced from her orgasm experience. Julie stood up on her wobbly legs and climbed into her bed where she promptly fell asleep due to feeling absolutely exhausted. **** She awoke with a jolt as her alarm clock went off. She rubbed her eyes and reflected for a moment about the strange dream she thought she had. An alien naked boy told her she should have sex and make a baby, and she would be rewarded with orgasms and breasts if ejaculation happened inside of her. She would have dismissed all of that as just a strange naughty dream except for how oddly real it had all felt. It was as she sat up and moved her covers aside that she realized she was naked. She never slept like that, always wearing a nighty to bed. She looked to the floor in front of the window and saw it laying there where she vaguely recalled dropping it, and the clothes she had removed prior to that were on the floor by her mirror. She was never messy and left her clothes laying around after taking them off. She climbed out of bed and got dressed for the day, recounting the events of the 'dream.' The things she saw, the things she learned, the revelations about her classmates, so much of it was new to her...but was it real? She left her room, but instead of heading to the table for breakfast, she went to the dictionary on the shelf instead. She looked up the word 'ejaculation,' a word that she had never known prior to the dream. To her astonishment, the definition matched what she had been told by the nude alien boy. She recalled some of the other words he had used that were strange to her, but not entirely unknown, and looked them up as well. As she read the definitions for 'orgasm,' 'vulva,' 'semen,' and 'clitoris' she realized that she couldn't have dreamed all of this information up off the top of her head. So that verified the informative part of the dream, but what about the visual part of it? She'd certainly seen a penis before, she did have an older brother that she'd witnessed in the buff once or twice, not to mention a bit of innocent play with a boy in kindergarten. She'd heard of "boners," never seeing one, but the description matched the dream pretty well...what was that word he kept using? Erect. The definition worked for the state she had seen his penis in, but her eye caught the definition of another word just a few down. Erection. That was it, he had an erection. She had seen his erection and ejaculation. She had learned about these things from him, not from this book. She shook her head, it couldn't be true. The evidence was matching up, but maybe she'd heard about these things in other ways and they got into her dream that way. That was logical, that made sense, that wasn't...crazy. She wasn't crazy...unless, there was another way to test the dream. She ate her breakfast and walked to school, a singular idea in her mind. She had to ask her friends, Emily and Hanna about sex. Just the thought of broaching the subject with them kind of terrified her. They'd never talked about it before, it was too embarrassing for Julie to even say the word, and it was something that she'd only really associated with older and badder girls than she was...but she had to do it to be sure. Walking to her classroom she saw some of the faces that the alien boy had told her were people her age having sex. They looked so...normal. There was nothing special about those boys and girls just by looking at them, but Julie knew now that they had some secrets. At the door of her classroom, she saw two of them, Evan and Stacy together, talking quietly as they went inside. Their pictures both were among those she saw, and it made her wonder if they were a couple, if they were having sex together. Her cheeks felt hot at the realization that dating and falling in love wasn't just something she and other girls her age would talk and dream about anymore, but it was something real that could actually happen to her, and in front of her was a living example of that. She swallowed nervously and followed them inside the room, thinking all sorts of crazy things about the pair, like they might spontaneously start kissing or...something in class. Into the room she walked and saw...an absolutely normal scene from any day at school. She sighed a bit in relief, and mentally chided herself for thinking such a crazy thing might actually happen. "Hi, Julie." "Eep!" Julie squeaked out and jumped a bit at the female voice behind her. She turned around and her eyes grew big. It was Miriam, the pregnant girl, or the secret pregnant girl, anyways. "H-hi, Miriam!" "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Miriam said apologetically as she walked past. Julie couldn't help scrutinizing her now. Miriam was a head taller than the rest of the girls in the class, her legs and arms, though skinny, were also well toned athletically due to her well known status as a skilled basketball player. Her breasts, though small on her somewhat larger statured body, seemed a little fuller than most other girls. If she was indeed pregnant, it was still early and Julie couldn't tell at all just by looking at her. The alien boy's instructions on how to become pregnant echoed in her head. Repeated sex, ejaculations of semen inside the vagina...Miriam had actually done that? Julie rubbed her fingers together, trying to recall the feeling of that stuff the alien boy had shot onto the floor. How much of that stuff had Miriam had put inside of her? Was there some inside her now? "Are you ok?" Miriam asked as she sat down, looking oddly at Julie, who hadn't moved an inch and seemed to be staring at her. "Y-yeah! I'm fine!" Julie said sheepishly, and quickly went to take her seat. She noticed that most of the few kids who were already in the room were looking at her. She couldn't blame them, she'd probably look too at a girl who was acting so weird. She sat down, propped her elbows up on the desktop and rested her head against her arms. She looked sideways across the room at Evan and Stacy again. Stacy was her usual slightly bossy self, rarely smiling as she talked to Evan, who despite it all, had this smile on his face as he looked up at her while she stood by his desk. Julie couldn't help being captivated by the look in his eyes. Julie realized she wanted to be looked at like that. She noticed that Stacy wasn't just standing by his desk either, but she was leaning into it, leaning towards Evan, and her hand was laid flat on the desk...with his hand on top of hers. They were holding hands. Julie felt her eyes water a little, the two of them just looked so cute together. Evan's infatuation was obvious, but Stacy's needed to be observed a bit more to be discovered. Her attitude wasn't as grumpy or bossy as it might appear at first glance, but it was actually a little more on the nervous and embarrassed side. Public affection clearly wasn't something she was comfortable with, but if she could be with the boy she liked, she would put up with it and tried to mask it as much as possible. No wonder, Julie thought to herself. No wonder they were likely having sex together, the two were actually in love. She shifted her gaze back to Miriam, who's back was to her and was sitting quietly. Did she love the person she'd made a baby with? Was she thinking of him now? Did she hold his hand in secret and talk to him while he looked upon her adoringly? Who was it? Was it another boy at school? Did she meet him somewhere else? Were they going to get married and have more children? Julie had been so wrapped up in the physical, mechanical aspects of having sex, that it wasn't until now that she even thought to consider the emotional side of it all. She didn't really even have a boy she liked, now that she thought of it. She supposed that if there was somebody who fit that bill for her, they would be the person she wanted to make the baby inside of her. That would make sense. Sex with the person she loved...but she really had nobody. Could it be she would have to do this with somebody she didn't love? Could she really do that? That idea just felt so...bad to her, but if she wanted to do this, and feel the pleasure and grow up faster, she'd have to. She dwelled on this as the minutes counted down to the start of class, and the room filled. She took notice of those others in her class that she had been clued into as being sexually active. Unlike Evan and Stacy, none of the other girls and boys had paired themselves together, or at least not obviously. They each looked like they did any other day of the week that she might see them. Who were they having sex with, Julie wondered. That same thought struck her regarding her own friends. Who were Emily and Hanna doing things with? As far as she knew, they didn't have crushes on anybody, and she would have seen them talking to boys during lunch break. The idea made her angry. She told them almost all her secrets, so why didn't she know theirs? The three of them were even comfortable in the nude with each other, so if she was good enough to see their private places, then why wasn't she good enough to know who else was seeing them as well? Going through the morning classes, Julie tried to keep her mind clear so she could focus on school, but human nature being what it was, she always found herself distracted when one of those particular students spoke up or entered her field of view. If it was a boy, she'd imagine them naked with a stiff dick, semen spurting from the tip in an arc. If one of the girls caught her attention, she imagined them nude and rubbing at their wet pussy as they orgasmed. She felt ashamed to be thinking these things about her classmates, but it was the truth she believed had been told to her. Finally it was time for her to get confirmation that she really hadn't been dreaming something crazy. Due to the size of their school, the student body was split into 3 groups which rotated through the cafeteria, outside for activities, and quiet study hall. Julie and her friends were in the group that went to study hall first, then outside, and finally lunch. She met with Hanna and Emily, who were in the same class together, and the three of them sat down. Julie noticed first that Emily was a little animated and bouncy. She tended to get this way whenever there was something she really wanted to share, but due to the silent nature of study hall she would have to keep it to herself if she wanted it to be a secret discussion. Hanna on the other hand, was her usual meek quiet self...or at least it was usual for her now. About a month ago, both Emily and Julie had noticed a change in Hanna's demeanor, and had asked her about it. Her only response was "I'm just growing up." Neither of the two of them could argue with that much. Hanna was the early bloomer of the three, sporting a near B-cup on her chest, and several dozen downy brown hairs on her pubis. Julie tried to use the study period to finish as much homework as she could from her morning classes in the anticipation of needing the time after school for other things. What she really wound up doing was brainstorming ways to pry into her friends' secrets without looking like too much of a pervert herself. Hanna usually would shy away from any sort of sex talk when it would come up, and that was where Emily was typically involved the most. She was the sort of energetic social girl that was the most likely of the 3 to get a boyfriend first. She was also the most vocally envious of Hanna's body, though Julie silently was jealous of them both. What Emily lacked in the size of her breasts, she made up with her developing hourglass figure. Even Hanna expressed some admiration of how Emily looked in a swimsuit. Julie of course, being the runt of the 3, developmentally, was the most like to ask the other two questions about their bodies, but never had. It just always embarrassed her to have it pointed out that she was still such a little kid compared to the other girls. She decided first to ask a bit about the way her nipples felt during her orgasm, though she wouldn't go into much detail about that experience. She'd then follow up by asking if either of the two had ever touched themselves. Hanna had already confided in her a little that she would sometimes straddle objects because she liked the way it felt. It was through this line of questions that she hoped she could get the answers she was looking for. A lump was in her throat when the study period ended and they moved outside where they could talk with more privacy. "Ellen McCotter is pregnant!" Emily announced somewhat unexpectedly once they had begun walking around the track. Julie was stunned, not just because of the news, but because once she remembered who Ellen was, a girl in Emily and Hanna's class, she realized that she was one of the four faces she had been shown as being a pregnant girl. Julie didn't have to embarrass herself in front of her friends at all to get the proof she needed, but she still had the itch of personal curiosity that needed to be scratched with regards to her friends, and unwittingly, Emily had just opened the door to that. "R-really?" Julie asked, feeling her face flush red as she pictured Ellen in the act. "W-who's the dad?" "I dunno, but I heard it from Lindsey, who said she saw a pregnancy test box fall out of Ellen's backpack in the gym locker room, and Ellen was all freaking out and picked it up quick and looked around to see if anybody saw her, Lindsey said she was hiding or something, so Ellen didn't see her, but anyways, during gym class, Ellen said she had to pee, so she went back into the locker room and was in there like a really long time, and looked really scared when she came back out, so Lindsey stayed behind a bit after they got done changing and looked in the garbage can and found the test that said Ellen was pregnant!" Emily was practically out of breath after getting the whole story out in one sentence. It was a bit of a fantastical story, and if Julie hadn't already known there was some truth to it, she might not have believed it completely. "O-oh...so I g-guess that means she had...sex..." said Julie, her heart pounding as she tried to drive the conversation. "Well of course!" agreed Emily. Hanna's usual downcast expression was raised, almost like she wanted to hear more and be involved, but she still seemed reserved from speaking. "She's not the only one too; I've heard rumors about a lot of girls who are doing it. Like, um...oh! There's a girl in your class, I think her name is Melanie or Melody or something that starts with an M-" Miriam, Julie wanted to answer, but kept quiet. "-and she's like a basketball player and I heard somebody say she sneaks out at night to meet her boyfriend and do it." 'She does, she does all that, you're right,' Julie wanted to reply, but that would only bring suspicion on herself if she started confirming Emily's gossip. Instead she just steadied herself and tried to bring it back to her friends. "I-I can't imagine doing...it...can you?" Emily, who had already been blushing a little, got much redder, and dropped her eyes for a moment from what must have felt to her like an accusation. "N-no! I wouldn't know..." Emily nervously laughed. "I wonder," continued Julie, "if it f-feels really good..." "I'm sure it does!" answered Emily, almost too quickly and enthusiastically. She paused for a moment to calm herself "It's, you know...it's sex..." "It hurts sometimes," said Hanna abruptly, surprising both the other two girls. "If they aren't nice when they...go in...it hurts." "H-Hanna...w-what are you saying?" Emily gasped in shock, visibly stunned by her friend speaking up. Julie had no such reaction, other than concern for what Hanna had described. "But when they're nice...and they touch you a little first, getting you ready...it's really nice then." "You've done it?" Emily asked, still obviously shocked, but also still keeping her own experiences to herself. Hanna just nodded. "With who?" Julie asked. The question seemed to really trouble Hanna, who opened her mouth to answer, then hesitated, closed it, and then responded. "I can't tell you. They'd get mad at me." There was something strange about what she was saying, but Julie couldn't put her finger on it. "W-well, for how long? I can't believe you didn't tell us!" Emily exclaimed. "First time...I think it was about a month ago. I was scared...if I told you guys, then you might tell somebody else...and then...people would say things about me..." "Hanna, we'd never do that!" Emily assured her, and then looked at Julie, who saw there was a bit of fear in her own eyes, no doubt worrying about the same thing that might be said of her. "Right, Julie? You wouldn't, would you?" "No. I...I'd tell you guys if I was...doing...that," Julie responded, not intending to pile on the guilt of the other two's secrets, but still feeling a little hurt. She saw Emily take Hanna's hand and lace her fingers with the other girl's. "You don't have to be scared, Hanna," Emily said, taking a deep breath. "You're...you're not the only one," she admitted. Hanna, who had her eyes cast down the entire time, looked up to Emily's face now. "You...you too?" "Yeah...I've had sex too." Emily was smiling, or was doing her best to smile and provide her friend with some comfort. Julie though, wasn't smiling, and still had her feelings of jealousy that needed expression. "With who?" she asked, her voice trembling a little. Emily looked very uncomfortable with that question. "I...um...I can't tell you. He, uh...he'd get in trouble...we both would..." Julie bristled at the implication that she would betray either of her friends by not keeping the secret. She pressed further. "For how long?" The tone in which she asked was a little harsher than she really intended it to be. "Uh...w-well, it was...the first time was...um...April, I think?" April had been nearly 6 months earlier. The answer visibly stunned Hanna, who's expression had been pretty sullen, but her mouth was now just hanging open in surprise. "Does he...you know, shoot it inside you?" Hanna asked. Emily laughed a little, nervously, very embarrassed. "Y-yeah, he does..." "I didn't like that at first...but now...I think it's my favorite part," Hanna replied, a bit of her old happier personality breaking through the mask she seemed to have worn for the last month. "Even with all the mess it makes?" Emily asked, a little surprised by the admission. "It makes them go faster...and that always makes me..." Hanna trailed off, but the dopey grin on her face told the other two what she hadn't said. Emily just giggled helplessly at the implication, but Julie only grew more sour at being an outsider to the conversation. "S-so, when you are doing it, are you on your back, or--" "Why didn't you tell me?" Julie interrupted Emily's question. "W-what? Julie, I...I didn't think you'd be interested," Emily responded. "I'd tell you if I was doing it," Julie countered, which seemed to confuse Emily. "W-well...but you wouldn't..." Emily stammered, trying to reconcile the image she had of Julie with that statement. "You've never been interested in boys or anything." She wasn't wrong. Julie had maybe one or two crushes in her entire life, but it had never been a defining thing for her. "That doesn't matter. I'd tell you. I'd tell both of you," she protested, her hands clenched into fists. "You're my friends, I tell you everything! We share everything! We see everything!" The hurt and jealousy was boiling over, and Julie was now almost screaming at them, her voice cracking and squeaking at the end of each statement. "We've been friends since...since we were, like, 8, and we were always telling secrets together and keeping them safe for each other, and...I've...I've never told anybody about any of them, and I've never thought you were weird or strange or anything because of any of them. Don't you trust me still with this?" Emily and Hanna both looked more guilty than stunned by the outburst. Hanna squeezed her grip on Emily's hand, and the blonde girl spoke. "We...we just thought, because you weren't...you know, developed yet, that you wouldn't be interested in more grown up things yet. We didn't mean to hide it, really. We're sorry." It hit Julie like a load of bricks, the realization that her friends had not only been keeping this from her, but that they had actually known about each other's experiences as well. "You...you both knew each other...?" "Y-yeah," Hanna answered. "Emily...she asked me about it when you guys thought I was really sad, and...I told her, but...but I didn't want to talk about it...n-not until I could talk to you about it too. That's why now...you were asking about it..." "Yeah," Emily chimed in, perhaps sounding more self-righteous in her defense than she intended. "You just never, like, asked us anything, so..." Julie's hands were so tightly squeezed into fists that her fingernails were painfully digging into her palms. A slight breeze made her realize tears had rolled down her cheeks, but she wasn't sure when exactly they'd started falling. Betrayal, exclusion, na‹vet‚, immature, innocent. She felt these things, these things that her own friends had thought about her, things they had judged her by, and used to find her lacking of their respect. She saw Hanna crying too, and Emily trying to keep from joining her. That only enraged her more. What were they so upset about? She hadn't done anything to them. It was all their faults, they were to blame, they were the...the...the sluts. They were the bad slut girls with tits and hair on their pussies who were getting filled with penises and sperm and...it was all their fault! "I..." Julie tried to speak, but her anger was so strong that it sapped her ability to do so more than a word at a time. "I...hate...I...hate you!" Emily couldn't take any more of it herself, and her lips curled as she gave in and cried shoulder to shoulder with Hanna. Julie turned around, walked away, and didn't look back. ********* The teacher who stood by the door leading back into the school had been kind enough, once Julie had explained her tears as a fight with a friend, to escort Julie first to the restroom to dry her eyes, and then to the student counselor's office, where she spent the remainder of the lunch period. The counselor was congenial himself, but his attempts to ask Julie about the subject of the argument that brought her to him were questions that she could hardly answer with complete honesty. The only thing she would reveal was her discouragement with her physical development and how that lead to her friends excluding her. Although she was not explicit about the parts of her body she was dissatisfied with, it was still embarrassing to speak with a man about such things, and the notion did cross her mind that if she couldn't even speak to a man about her body, how could she possibly show her body to one for the purpose of making a baby. She summoned the courage to fight that particular obstacle, but the bell signaling the end of the lunch period rang and she had to return to class. Sitting at her desk, she recalled all the times she would wish that Emily and Hanna were in the same class as her, but now she was glad for that fact. It wasn't so much the awkwardness of the fight that she dreaded the consequences of, it was what she had said. She said she had hated them, and while it had felt good to say in the moment, she knew it wasn't true. She had been upset and angry of course, but deep inside, when she saw those tears rolling down the cheeks of her friends... Julie shook it off. She didn't want to start crying in the middle of class. It was a thought process that went through her head a dozen and a half times until the final bell rang. She knew that she wouldn't see either Hanna or Emily until tomorrow, as they rode the bus and she walked home. She just had to stay in the room a little longer before leaving and deny them a chance to look for her in the halls. She managed to delay all of 10 minutes, making excuses about not understanding the class topic before the teacher got her to leave the room. It was enough though, and as she exited the building, she saw the bus her friends rode pulling away from the curb. Relief and regret mixed in her watching the yellow disappear down the road. She wanted to apologize, ask forgiveness for her words, but it was all too fresh for her still. Maybe tomorrow. There was still something she had to accomplish today, and she had no idea how she was going to do it. Setting off down the road to home, she began brainstorming ways to find somebody to have sex with her. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how many factors there were to it. First she had to find some boy to do it with. She couldn't really do that at home, since the only people there were her own family, so she'd need to be out of the house where there were people to meet. Next there needed to be a place they could have sex, a bed or something to lay on. It occurred to her that she didn't really know how long the act itself would take, and that semen stuff, it seemed pretty messy, would she need to bring a change of clothes? How would she get home? How would she get into her home? It had to be a secret, so she couldn't very well walk in the front door and say 'Hi, I'm home from having sex.' She glanced into the distance for just a moment, intending to see where the intersection that would take her home lay. What she saw instead, about two blocks ahead of her, was a lone figure also walking home from school. There were about half a dozen possibilities of who this person might be, she just couldn't tell from this distance, but what she could discern was that they were male. A boy. A lightbulb went off in her head, and she started to sprint forward. She couldn't have hoped for a better opportunity than this. She saw that the boy had already passed her turn, which narrowed down his identity even further. It wasn't until she was within a block of him, just starting to feel winded by her running, that the sound of her footsteps made him pause and turn around to look. She almost didn't recognize him without the glasses he'd worn in elementary school where they had shared 3rd and 4th grade classes, but it was Jacob Harlow. He watched her curiously as she ran towards him, a grin on her face as she slowed in front of him, and came to a stop just a few feet away. "Um...hi?" he said unsure of what was going on. "H-hey..." Julie panted, bending over and putting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. She glanced up at him and couldn't shake how odd he looked to her now without the glasses, but decided it was an improvement. She hoped that was one of only a few changes to the kind quiet boy she had known. "You...you remember me, right?" "Yeah...Julie, right?" he asked a little hesitantly. She saw him looking around, like he was trying to figure out why she was talking to him. "Don't you live," he pointed back at the intersection where she would usually turn to walk home, "that way?" "I...I do, but...but I wanted to ta...to talk to you," she sputtered, still recovering from her unexpected jog. "Oooooookay..." Jacob said, drawing out the word in confusion. "Do you...do you remember, last year, in school...when they split us up, girls and boys, and they...they taught us about puberty?" It burned her cheeks to ask that, because she certainly remembered it, and was sure he did as well by the way his eyes widened. "Um...y-yeah?" Julie took a few deep breaths, and straightened up. 'This is it,' she thought. "Well, I was wondering...do you maybe, want to, um...learn a little more?" The world seemed to go silent after her proposal was made. She watched Jacob's lower jaw drop another inch as he processed what that meant. Julie started to think she'd made a mistake, that she'd just done something so tremendously wrong and embarrassing that she'd be gossiped about and be called a slut at school by the end of the week (not that it wouldn't be true, considering her goal). "Uh..." he started, Julie's sanity hanging on the line. "You...uh, with me...you want to...have...?" There was a final word he tried to say, his lips moving for it, but no sound came out. Julie didn't need to hear it though, she knew what it was, and knew that he knew. "Yeah..." she tried to look at him as she confirmed it for him, but it was almost painful to make eye contact. She knew it was going to be embarrassing to ask, and knew that it would probably be more embarrassing to perform the act itself, but the lesser of those two embarrassments was already almost too much for her to bear, and he hadn't even given an answer yet. "Okay..." Julie felt a jolt surge through her body, not from excitement that he agreed, or in anticipation of losing her virginity, but simply because he had spoken out loud and her senses had gone into overdrive because of the adrenaline coursing through her body. "O- okay!" she squeaked, flexing her fingers in an effort to bleed off how nervous she now was. "Let's go to your house!" "M-my house? My mom is home..." he responded, and Julie started wondering if what she'd just gone through was all for naught. Then his eyebrows raised and he looked at her with a smile. "I think I can sneak you in, though." The walk to his house was a quiet one, both of them not really sure if there was anything they could say to each other, or if they should say anything. They both felt conspicuous walking together, as it would be pretty easy for anybody who saw them to think they were a couple. The only thing that Julie had to keep her mind off the fact that she was going to be naked soon was remembering the way to his house so that she could find her way back to her own home. Unfortunately for her the route was not a complicated one, so she couldn't not think about it. He led her to a one-story house that looked like it needed a little love. The front yard was patchy and could use both weeding and a mowing. The exterior looked as though it had been half painted and then forgotten in the middle of the process. Jacob took her around to the side of the house where a window was about five feet above the ground. "Wait here," he told her, and then went back around front and inside. Julie looked up at the window. She could reach it with her hands, but she was pretty certain that she would be unable to pull herself up. No doubt Jacob would help her up...if he even came for her. Time felt like it was dragging along while she waited. It really was only about 3 minutes before he appeared at the window, but Julie had begun to wonder if Jacob had changed his mind or decided that he just didn't like her. She didn't realize just how comforting the idea that she wouldn't have to go through with this was until the pane of glass started to slide to the side and reality was back in her face again. Slowly, so as not to make any noise against the side of the house, Jacob lowered a ladder made of rope and wooden rungs down from the window. "C'mon," Jacob encouraged her, beaming a smile from inside the house. Julie, with trembling fingers, climbed up and onto the window sill with ease. "It's a fire escape ladder," Jacob told her as she ascended. "My mom got one for me and my sister's bedrooms in case there's a fire or something." Julie looked back down when she got to the top. It didn't look that high to her, and she or Jacob could probably just jump down if needed to, but she knew parents were strange sometimes when it came to their kids. Inside the room though, she saw that you almost needed a ladder to get to the window. She came in on top of a dresser beside Jacobs bed. She swung her feet to the side to step to the bed, but saw her shoes were dirty and paused to take them off. She handed them to Jacob, who set them on the floor, and then he offered her his hand to come down. On the walk here, the idea of holding his hand had occurred to her, since it was the sort of thing that lovers did, and they were moments from becoming lovers, even though that word felt like the wrong label to her. "Thank you," she said, smiling nervously. The two pre-teens stood in silence inside the room, neither really sure how to start. Julie saw that Jacob's eyes weren't necessarily on her face, so much as they were on her body. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, certainly not provocatively or sexily. She didn't feel attractive, but as her own eyes roamed downward, she could see that the front of his pants were bulging with his erection. She'd seen only one erect penis before, and that was during last night's close encounter, but now she was going to also touch one...experience one. She looked back up to his face, there was a very goofy grin spreading his mouth open. He had braces, she noted. He hadn't had those before in elementary school. She wondered if he was going to kiss her. "So," he began, "I guess we should take off our clothes." Julie nodded in agreement, but paused as she looked past him at the door. "You said your mom was home. Are you sure she won't catch us?" "Yeah, my mom plays this game on the computer. She's got like headphones and talks to other people while she plays. She spends like, all her time playing it." He pulled his shirt up over his head and off, baring his chest and then looked expectantly at her. She felt a tremble rush through her, and then reached down and lifted her shirt as well. Though she couldn't see his face once the shirt covered her vision, she knew he was eyeing every bit of her bare skin. She had chosen to wear her training-bra today, not because she anticipated undressing in front of a boy, but because her little breasts had felt sensitive this morning. Once she could see him again, she had to fight the urge to cross her arms over the bra. Jacob seemed almost fascinated by the sight of it. She reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp, letting it go slack from against her chest. She felt a pleasant twinge in her nipples as the small cups fell away, grazing them lightly. She allowed it to fall forward, and the straps slipping down her arms, giving Jacob the honor of being the first boy to look at her breasts. "Wow..." he said. Julie looked down at her little puffy bumps, and didn't see anything that was 'wow' worthy to her. They just looked small. "Do...do you like them?" she asked meekly, expecting him to say what she thought all boys would say of small breasts. "Yeah...can I touch them?" he asked with some enthusiasm. It took her by surprise, and she felt herself blush and warm over her already blushing face. 'A boy said he likes my boobs,' was all she could think, and she took a step closer to him. "Ok," she said shyly. Jacob didn't hesitate and his hands were quickly upon her. He was not gentle in how he groped her, and Julie flinched backwards. "Wh-what's wrong?" Jacob asked, puzzled. "They...they're kinda sensitive, because they're growing," she parroted her own mothers words. "You need to be more gentle when you touch them." "Oh...sorry. I didn't know," he apologized. She nodded in acceptance and stepped closer again. He moved his hands quickly to her chest again, but this time his touch was much lighter, and felt nice. His finger tips traced a circle around and over her erect nipple, and Julie shuddered, feeling her breasts tingle nicely. Jacob saw her reaction and withdrew. "D-did I do it wrong again?" he asked, looking worried. "No," Julie said softly, but smiling. "That felt nice." She saw him grin, and felt good that she could reassure him. His fingers returned to their task, and Julie felt the tingles not only in her chest, but also between her legs. It reminded her of when she touched herself the night before, but because it wasn't her this time, it felt...different...better. Jacob must have been feeling some similar feelings in his own pants, as he took his hands away from her chest, and started to unbutton his pants. Julie watched with anticipation now, noting that the bulge in his pants seemed to expand as the zipper was drawn down. The white briefs he wore were revealed to be tight around the shape of his shaft that pushed upward towards his stomach and outwards towards her. Below that was a smaller, but wider round shape. Julie thought of the shape and sight of her own privates when she would wear panties that were growing too small for her, or that bikini that Emily had gotten over the summer. Her 'mound' she had called it. Julie hadn't thought that boys had a mound as well, and not in such a strange place. "Uh...your turn," Jacob said. Julie looked up at his embarrassed face and realized she had been staring. She realized that she probably had looked much the same way when she took off her bra as he looked now that he was down to his underwear. She smiled, feeling a connection between them. He was just as embarrassed and nervous as she was in this situation. She wondered if Emily and Hanna went through similar experiences. "Sorry," she said, and loosened her jeans, pushing them down off her hips. She'd taken her pants off probably a thousand times before and never gave it much thought, but now that she was being watched doing it, by a boy, with a boner, who said he liked her little breasts and touched them...she felt sexy. She giggled to herself and shook her hips from side to side as her jeans went down her legs. She stepped out of the pants that pooled at her feet and stood there, arms to her sides, letting him look. He didn't look long, as he soon put his hands to the waistband of his underwear and slid his thumbs under them. He looked at her and said smiling, "On the count of 3?" "On 3," said Julie, smiling as well, who hooked her thumbs into her panties as well. "One," started Jacob. "Two," Julie said along with him. "Three!" They practically shouted it in unison and down went the last remaining particle of clothing that shielded their respective innocence. They both paused for a moment as they stood there, each bent at the waist, holding their underwear down around their ankles. They shared a look, each knowing that when they righted themselves they would see what they had been told all their young lives never to view. Julie made the move first, pausing just briefly enough to make sure that Jacob was doing his part as well. Ensuring that he was also rising, she lifted her foot and slipped them from her panties. She glimpsed his eyes and saw where he was looking at her. She could tell when he first saw it, the way he slowed his own motions and stared so intently. It was embarrassing, for sure, but when she caught sight of his own private parts, her own embarrassment lessened because she knew they were equals in this show and tell. It was longer looking, and thinner than the one on the alien boy she had seen the night before. Below it hung the sack of his testicles, and she realized she had forgotten them when she puzzled over the 'mound' in his underwear. She thought it was a little funny that growing up, the other girls would always giggle about boys dicks being seen, but so rarely mentioned the balls. She could see hairs sprouting from above the shaft and off of the sack. She looked down at her own self, and as always saw no hair above her cleft. While it would bother her to see none on her own body when she was changing with her friends, now it didn't bother her so much, since she knew it would come after the baby. The baby. She had almost forgotten why she was doing this in the first place. It was to have a baby for that alien boy. She turned her head to look at the bed behind her, and she sat down on it, and then laid back. She looked up at Jacob who was looking with wide eyes. There was a naked girl, in his room, on his bed. "L-let's have sex," she said, not so much to him she said it, as she said it to his penis. 'That is going to be inside me,' she thought. 'Inside me, squirting that sticky sperm goop.' He moved onto the bed slowly, carefully, like he was trying not to touch her, but eventually had to give that up and laid his body on top of hers. She felt the stiff rod pressed up against her hairless mound and realized that this probably wouldn't work very well if she kept her legs closed. She spread them, and his knees settled onto the sheets between them. He pushed himself up with his arms, and the two of them both looked down at his swollen skinny erection pointed up at their faces. Julie felt the hairs from his ball sack tickle against her lips. Wordlessly, he crawled backwards so that the tip would be able to enter her. Julie saw how it appeared reluctant to hang too far away from his own belly, so she spread her legs further and bent her knees, angling her slit to help him. 'This is it,' she thought. 'He's gonna put it in my vagina.' She winced mentally at her use of the word 'vagina.' It was an embarrassing word, one that her parents would use when teaching her the names of her body parts. They would punish her if they knew she was doing this. This was naughty time, and it called for naughty words, like when Emily would talk about her body and they would giggle about it. The word to use now was "pussy." "W-what?" Jacob asked her, looking up at her face. Julie hadn't realized that she'd said it out loud. "I-I...I said 'pussy'...you can put it in mine..." She'd never said that word to a boy before...she'd didn't think she'd really ever said it to anyone at all. Jacob nodded at her, a rather serious and concentrating look on his face, and then looked back down at how he was positioning his dick...a little to the left...back a bit to the right...lower...lower...and he thrust forward. Julie felt the tip impact just under her clit, and go sliding off to the side, pushing up against her body and skidding up onto her belly as Jacob moved over her. They both looked down in surprise, like they had mutually expected it to go so simply that the fact it wasn't inside of her was a complete shock. Jacob turned his gaze up to look at her, and understatedly said, "Oops." Julie couldn't help herself, and giggled. She had been so tensed up, so poised and ready to feel it go into her, that the fact that it hadn't, and all Jacob could say was 'oops' was just hilarious. Jacob joined her, laughing as well and slunk back into his entry position. "Guess, I missed, huh?" "Yeah...it's, um...it's a little lower," she told him. "Oh...ok. I...I've never really seen one before." He lowered his body again, and she raised hers, and again he thrust. Julie thought this was it for sure, as she felt the soft tip mash up against the lower joining of her lips, but it again missed and slid up along the length of her slit. They both looked down at the head of his penis staring up at them. "Was I closer?" Jacob asked. "Um, kinda...here's let me..." Julie said and reached down between them and gripped the head with her thumb and forefinger to guide it. Jacob gasped in surprise, and Julie realized what she'd done. She was touching it. 'A dick,' she thought. 'I'm touching a dick.' "S-sorry...I just grabbed it..." she apologized. "N-no, it's ok," Jacob sputtered. "G-go, ahead..." and he moved himself back again. Julie had to sit up to maintain her hold on the head, which to her surprise was very soft and squishy. Not far below it though was where it felt like a hard object began, and it was slick and wet in her fingers. She wondered if this was the sperm coming out of him. There wasn't as much of it as she had thought there'd be. Did this mean she'd failed today? There had to be more of it, she'd seen so much come out from the alien boy. She pressed down on the shaft. "Move up," she told him, and again he rushed and missed the mark. "Slower," she admonished. He did as she said, and she was able to guide him between her lips. She pushed the head down and felt it catch in the opening. "T- there...that's it..." she told him, and Jacob did the rest. "Oh wow!" he exclaimed as he pushed deep into her. "O-ow..." Julie said, though Jacob didn't hear her. She hadn't anticipated the pain, and remembered what Hanna had said about it hurting sometimes when the boy was mean. That was hardly the case here, as Jacob had been plenty nice to her, but he seemed to be in a great hurry with his movements. With the initial shock of pain subsiding, she could feel him inside of her, filling a space that she had never given thought to existing in her body. Jacob laid his body down on her again, no longer supporting his weight on his arms. She felt his chest press against her breasts, her nipples still providing nice little sparks as before. She recalled the orgasm in the alien room, and how they had ached for her then to be touched. Jacob began to push himself into her again, something that she thought was strange since hadn't he just done that? She realized then that he wasn't fully inside of her, as she felt the hairs around the top of his dick tickle and scratch at her bald mound, and his body bumped up against her clit. She still felt a little raw and sore at the rim of her pussy where he slid into her. It was sort of like he was poking at a cut in her skin that hadn't healed yet, and that hurt, but it was tempered by the feeling of his pubic bone bumping and brushing against her clit. She closed her eyes and thought of that feeling she'd had, how she felt between her legs, how it felt so great. She thought about how wet her pussy had gotten then. It wasn't anywhere near like that now, but as Jacob moved she could feel it becoming more moist, not just where he was going into her, but she could feel sweat over her body as well. His head was beside hers, and his breathing was right in her ear. He was gasping and grunting and sighing at what seemed like the same time as he pushed his hips into her, relaxed and then pushed again. Julie had heard some kids, mostly boys, use the word 'humping' when referring to sexual activity. She wondered if that was what this was. 'Pumping' seemed a more apt word to her at the moment though. Well, whatever the word, the motion helped take her mind off the twinges of pain she felt, and she could focus on enjoying the moment like Jacob was. "Oh, oh, oh," he groaned in her ear, and she felt him push into her hard, so hard it seemed to lift her, tilt her pussy upwards, and she could feel him hitting unpleasantly against something deep inside. He held like that for a moment, and she thought she could feel a pulse from his shaft. Then warmth, sudden additional warmth appeared in her belly, and when he pumped at her again the motion was much easier and seemed to glide where there had been more friction before. A third thrust and pause followed, and then he relaxed, his body no longer pushing her hips upward. He panted in her ear and it felt to her like his dick was melting inside of her and vanishing. Though Jacob had not pulled away, she felt him leave her body and an object came to rest against her privates. "Wow," he said, and pushed himself up with his arms and onto his knees to kneel between her legs. "I've never squirted so much before," he proclaimed, sounding rather proud of himself. Julie looked at his penis, and saw that it had shrunk and now pointed downward. It seemed to shine wetly. She sat up and looked down at herself. Her puffy lips, usually close together like fingers on a closed hand, seemed to hang open as though an unseen finger was parting them. Jacob looked on as she touched herself, and felt a viscous fluid just past the still stinging rim of her hole. She withdrew the fingertip and saw it coated in a pinkish fluid that was much like the semen she had seen last night, only it's color was different. "You're bleeding," Jacob said, and he pointed at her pussy. "I am?" Julie asked, and spread her lips apart and tried to bend forward and look for herself. She'd looked at herself in much this same way before, but she'd never seen her vagina hole open quite like it was now, nor had she ever seen it so wet and gooey like it was now. Jacob got off the bed and got a box of tissues and handed them to her. "Thanks," she said, smiling shyly. She wiped at herself, and saw some dark red streaks on the tissue along with a pearly fluid. Where the two mixed it turned pinkish. "Is that your period?" Jacob asked. It was a valid question, and Julie knew from her selection by the alien boy that her first period was due very soon. Only the small amount of blood she saw here was not like the great 'flow' of blood she'd been told to expect. She thought of the pain when he had first entered her, and how it was only present at her opening. So too was the blood located only at that spot. She put her fingertip inside, no further than she had before, but then pushed it deeper. It didn't fill her quite like Jacob had, but it did the job. As she withdrew, she saw her finger covered in more semen and not as much blood. "No, it's not my period. There'd be more of it," she informed him. She wondered for a moment if this was a common thing for girls who have sex and then shrugged it off. It was nothing to get all worked up about she decided, and got up from the bed. She had to get home before it looked too strange for her to be late. As she reached for her panties on the floor, she felt something escape and run down her leg. More drops fell to the carpet between her feet. "Ohmygosh," she said and grabbed for some more tissues. Jacob looked up at her as he pulled on his pants. "What is it? More blood? Are you ok?" "No, no...I'm just...dripping sperm," she said nonchalantly while she mopped at the flow. She looked at Jacob, who was half dressed and watching her. She felt embarrassed by him looking at her, but it was all rather absurd she realized. They'd just had sex, and of all the things to be embarrassed about, it was this. She had to laugh, and Jacob joined her. Julie fashioned a makeshift pad from the tissues and got dressed. She took care not to put her shoes on until after she had climbed atop the dresser from the bed so she wouldn't dirty Jacob's sheets. She paused a moment and looked about the room. She had really just done something here, hadn't she? "Well, um...I guess, I'll see you," she told the preteen boy who was looking up at her a bit longingly. In a half-hour full of awkward moments, this was just another one to add to the pile, and she turned to slip back out the window. "Uh...Julie?" Jacob asked suddenly, making her pause. "Yeah?" "Do, uh...do you think maybe, some other time, we could, after school...do it again?" He looked a bit like his favorite puppy was running away from him, and Julie couldn't help feeling a little bit like she was leaving him too soon herself. "Sure. Yeah, we can," she told him with a smile. That lifted his mood visibly, and Julie felt better as she shimmied out the window and down the rope ladder. Once on the ground, she turned and saw her backpack sitting there in the grass where she had left it. She mused how funny it must have looked to anybody who walked past and saw it sitting there alone. She looked up as she heard Jacob pulling the ladder back into his window and then he appeared at it to slide it shut. They exchanged waves at each other and she set off for home. Home was 15 minutes away for her, and by the time she got there, she wished it were closer. It felt funny for her to walk almost from the start, as she wasn't used to having her legs spread like that with a boy pressing his weight between her hips over and over. About halfway home each step and the shifting of her weight from leg to leg made her ache. It reminded her of the jog-a-thon fundraiser they had at school last year and how she had ached after that, but this was a much more intimately located pain. Her brother, Eric, was already home, like usual. His high school got out a little less than an hour earlier than her middle school did. He looked up at her as she walked in the door and then looked at the clock. "You're late," he commented. "Uh, yeah. I was..." having sex? Of course she couldn't say that. Lying always felt bad to her, even if it would save her. "I was at a friend's house for a bit." It wasn't a lie, she just wasn't telling him everything. "Oh," he said, and that was the extent of the questioning. Her pelvis ached as she walked past him and down the hall to her room. Emily had been able to figure out about Hanna just by watching her, so Julie hoped that her brother wasn't as perceptive. She tossed her backpack onto her bed and then headed to the bathroom. As soon as she heard the door latch shut, Julie pushed her pants down, followed by her panties. In the relatively cramped confines of her pants, the tissue pad had absorbed some of her sweat and now clung damply to her bare skin. The majority of it peeled away in one piece, but parts of it stuck to her, especially where she was sticky from sexual juices. In those places the thin tissue tore away from the rest in little sections, and she had to use a damp wash cloth to scrub those little scraps away. When that was taken care of, she was pleased to find that she wasn't dripping any longer. She sighed, rather relieved that this wasn't going to be a major hassle for her to deal with on her own. Julie wouldn't know what to do if her mother were to find out, though if her first period really was only days away, she'd need to go to her mom about that hygienic experience. She inspected her panties, and was pleased to find that there was no significant mess in them. She pulled them up and found some delight in the unburdened feel of the tissues no longer being in there. Later that night, Julie lay in her bed. She lazily rubbed at her panties as she went over the day in her head. She had fought with Emily and Hanna, and making up for that was foremost on her mind. She knew it would be awkward, but she needed to apologize to them for saying she hated them. After all, they were all on even terms now. They'd had sex with boys, and now she'd had sex with a boy. Surely there were some things they could teach her with their combined 7 months of experience. The issue of who she would be getting her daily sex sessions from was no longer in doubt either. Jacob was obviously a very willing participant and pretty nice as well. Picturing him in her mind, there was a slight yearning she felt. It felt like a crush, but not really as strong as those she'd had in the past. That seemed just a little funny to her though, and she giggled quietly to herself. Past crushes had just been boys she thought were cute, but Jacob was a boy who had put his penis and sperm inside her, and she didn't feel near as loopy about him. She wondered if maybe the more sex they had, the more she would like him. She noticed that her lazy rubbing felt better when she thought about Jacob and the things they had done that day. Julie closed her eyes and pictured how his penis looked as it was positioned between her thighs. She thought about the way it felt both soft and hard in her hand as she had guided it to her vagina...no, her pussy. 'He was in my pussy' she thought to herself, feeling incredibly naughty as she recalled the sensation of it sliding inside of her. Her panties now seemed more like a nuisance than something soft between her legs, and she pushed them down. She rubbed her soft lips and lightly slid a finger over her clit. It felt so good, she couldn't believe it. It didn't feel nearly this good when she so briefly touched herself last night before she was taken.