Author: Hardguy Title: friends (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: b/g, ped, 1st, cons Evan walked into the swim center and found a seat on the bleachers, his usual seat. He watched, a little bored as the teams went through their drills, but scanned the pool like usual for Stacy. She wasn't hard to find, her unique rainbow banded swimcap like a beacon amidst several others of solid colors. He didn't know why he always came in to sit and watch the last few minutes of her swim practice before they would walk home together. He didn't really need to, he could just have waited outside for her like so many friends and parents did. He guessed it was because it was less boring (and warmer) than just lurking around outside. He saw her talking with a coach in the pool, and when the conversation had ended, her head turned around to look his direction and a smile spread across her face as her hand came out of the water to wave at him. He returned the gesture, despite feeling a little silly doing it. A whistle blew and the practice was over, and 11- year old Evan watched 11-year old Stacy head for the ladder and into the locker room. "No, Evan, that is not how it works," Stacy said as she closed the door and the two young friends started down the sidewalk. "First you shoot the robot, then you jump over the pit, and then you can get the power up." "But that's so stupid," Evan argued back. "You need to leave the robot alive so that the other bad guys don't attack you. You're not even supposed to get that weapon orb anyways, it's a trap." Stacy let out an exasperated groan. Between the two of them, she was the video game expert. It just so happened that Evan was the one with the games. "I've seen it like a million times on the internet," she insisted. "You are supposed to get it, because you can't shoot the final boss with anything else. I will show you." The two 11-year olds walked in silence as Evan thought up his next defense. He was the one who had the game, and had played it over and over. Stacy was just a girl who had never done it herself...she just had a knack for getting him out of those tight spots he usually found himself in, that's all. He looked over at her, particularly at her hands. There must be something special about her hands that let her use the controller so well, that's all. He looked down a little lower and saw she was wearing a skirt and tights, but they both were wearing thicker fall jackets, and the air was cold enough that their breaths showed when they exhaled. "Aren't you cold?" "Huh?" she asked, and then saw the angle his gaze was taking to her legs. "Kinda, I guess. We're just going to your house." Stacy felt that funny feeling again. It had been happening a lot around Evan lately, particularly when he would look at her face or would say things about how she looked. It was kind of scary, but also exciting. She wondered what he might say if he saw her in her new dress she was going to wear for the school spring program, or in a bikini... She felt her cheeks burn hot against the cold air, but quickly reassured herself that it was because it was so cold out, that had to be why, not because of Evan. They passed by a turn off to a dead end where a paved trailhead started into the forested greenspace that sat in the middle of their neighborhood. "Let's take-" "You wanna-" The two started to speak at the same time and both stopped and waited for the other. "It's faster-" "We can go-" Evan, instead of trying to talk as they interrupted each other once again, just nodded his head at the path, making Stacy giggle. "Yeah, ok," she said with a smile. She noticed that Evan was smiling too and looking at her face, which got her tummy feeling all jittery and excited again. The two had walked this path hundreds of times before and felt perfectly safe doing so. Not that there was any real risk to taking this route, since numerous houses backed up to the forested trail. If they ran into any trouble, they need only yell and probably would draw the attention of homeowners. Approximately 100 yards down the trail, noises from a home drew their attention instead. The pair stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other. "Did you hear--" Stacy asked. "--something strange?" Evan finished for her. They heard it again. High-pitched, like a woman's scream, only it was more like a squeal. The two turned to look at the home they were standing behind. Unlike most of the homes, this one lacked a fence across the back of the property and the small patch of grass and cement patio with sliding glass door were exposed to the wooded surroundings. Instead there was a shallow ditch between it and the path in which some water flowed. They heard it again, and this time since they were listening so intently, they heard another voice as well, this one was deeper and grunting. The two kids exchanged another look and wordlessly headed towards the house. They crossed the standing muddy water in the ditch with a hop and as they got closer and closer to the sliding glass door, Stacy began to feel uneasy. "Evan...maybe we shouldn't..." she whispered, reaching out to grab the sleeve of his coat. Evan was already leaning forward to look through the glass, but a frown soon crossed his face. "I don't see an--" he was interrupted by more sounds from inside the house, but now that they were closer to it, they could tell that the source was from the side. Evan wasted no time and headed in that direction, leaving a nervous Stacy following from several steps behind him. They rounded the side of the house and saw an open window that was above their heads, and a series of grunts, whimpers, and moans were clearly coming from through the wire screen that covered the open window. "Lift me up so I can see," Evan told her. Stacy looked at him like he was crazy. "I can't lift you! I'm a girl!" she said. "Fine, I'll lift you up so you can look," he said and cupped his hands and held them down for her to step up on. Stacy wasn't sure that this was a great idea, and she was already worried about being seen trespassing. More gasps came from the window, accompanied this time by a female voice saying "yes, yes!" Now Stacy's curiosity took over her actions and she put her pink sneaker on Evan's offered hands and reached up for the window sill. Evan lifted and Stacy raised her other foot to be supported by his hands as well. She only needed an extra foot of lift to be able to see inside and once Evan had given her the necessary boost, her eyes went wide. The room was obviously a bedroom, and a girl's one at that judging by the general light pink tone of the furnishings. Opposite the window, a bed was up against the wall. Though the bed was positioned perpendicular to the window, the two individuals on the bed were not. A naked girl, mid to late teens, was laying on the bed, her legs spread wide. Laying atop her, between her legs was an equally naked man, his hips pumping rhythmically into her supine form. Stacy watched them, her jaw dropping and her face heating. She'd heard about it from some friends, and of course when she'd innocently asked in her youth where babies came from. She felt some warmth grow between her legs as she put together in her head the hushed giggles from her friends, the hesitant half-answers from her single father, and the now real physical act she was witnessing. These people were having sex. She tried to crane her head, as if she could in someway see around the bouncing naked man's butt to see him entering the girl. Her rapt attention, shocked expression, and attempts to see more clearly did not go unnoticed by Evan, who was starting to reach his limit in supporting her weight in his hands. "What's going on? What do you see?" he asked. "N-naked people," she said, "they're..." She stopped talking as the couple stopped their bouncing on the bed and the man stood up. He turned slightly to the side and his erect penis swayed and bounced into her view for the first time. Stacy couldn't believe how big it was. Could they really get that big? She vaguely recalled seeing her dad's once, but remembered it as this little shriveled thing that was near to his body and hung downwards. In almost every way this one was different, it was long, thick, and stuck up in the air away from the body. She saw it for barely a few seconds before the girl sat up, took it in her hand, and put it into her mouth. If Stacy was shocked before, she was thoroughly grossed out now. That girl was putting that thing, in her mouth, after it had been in her vagina only moments before? Eww! "Eww!" Stacy said loudly, and the man turned his head towards the window. His eyes met Stacy's and what felt like an eternal moment of terror occurred to her in the span of about 3 seconds before she screamed. "Hey! What the hell!" he yelled at the window as Stacy panicked and lost her uneasy balance in Evan's hands, falling onto her hands and knees on the muddy ground. She heard the man continue to yell, as the girl in the room started to voice her confusion on what was going on. "What happened?" Evan asked as Stacy picked herself up off the ground, mud staining her pink stockings. "Run!" she answered, and they took off for the wooded path together. They were halfway to the muddy ditch when the glass door opened, and the man, now wearing boxer shorts, rushed out onto the cement patio and continued to yell at them to get off his property and called them a few choice names. There was little danger of him actually being able to catch up and grab either of them, but both kids were running as though that were the case. Evan, being the faster runner of the two, overtook Stacy, and leaped across the ditch first, clearing it easily. Stacy also tried to jump the ditch, but fell short with a shriek, her shoes going into the water, and her knees hitting the ground again. She felt a jolt of pain as her shin hit a broken tree branch that was laying on the ground. She picked herself up and ran after Evan who was still running ahead of her down the path and around a turn out of sight of the angry man and the house. Feeling that he was out of danger of being caught, and no longer able to hear the man yelling, Evan came to a stop and turned around. Stacy was a few yards behind him still running, but with a limp now. He looked at her legs and saw the pink stockings she wore were muddy and torn where she had fallen on them. There was also a darker red spot on the left leg she was favoring. "You're hurt!" he said, rushing back to her. "I-I fell," she said, now wincing more as the adrenaline of the chase wore off and she started to hop on one foot to keep her weight off of her injured leg. She felt tears start to come to her eyes and she tried not to look at Evan so he wouldn't see. He came up alongside and took her arm and draped it across his shoulder and put his across hers, and slid his hand under her arm. "C'mon," he said, supporting her. "Let's go to my house and take care of your leg." She nodded her head and gave a quietly whimpered assent, leaning against him and taking a tentative step with her good leg. His body felt so warm against her, and she felt a swelling in her chest that both scared and comforted her in knowing that he was there. She felt so silly at the mix of emotions racing around in her head: pain, fear, gratitude, shame, warmth, trust, l- lo... She almost couldn't think that last word, it felt so heavy to her preteen mind, but somehow...somehow it was the one that felt right to her, and that just made it seem all the more embarrassing that he was seeing tears roll down her cheeks as they hobbled together to his empty house. There was little said between them the rest of the way to Evan's home, save for him asking if she hurt anywhere else. She didn't of course, and really, she thought she could probably walk on her own the rest of the way after 5 minutes, but it felt too good being close to and relying on him like this. The silence between them also provided Stacy a little time to think about what she had seen. She felt the same warming feeling grow between her legs when she thought about it that she had felt watching it live. She wondered what that felt like to be done to her. She was sure it must hurt to have something that size being thrust like that inside her, but the girl had sounded like she really liked it. A light breeze drifted against her face and she realized it had grown hot and wondered if Evan had noticed the blush on her cheeks. How could she possibly explain any of it to him, she knew he was going to ask. When they finally reached his house, Stacy felt cold and alone again when they untwined their arms from each other's shoulders. She wanted to hug him, press herself to him, just to feel him close like they had been for what seemed like forever. She attempted to hop on one foot through the door once he had it unlocked and opened, but was surprised when he took her hand and saw to it that she got safely inside. They'd held hands before, but that was when they were little and it didn't mean anything then...n-not that it meant anything now. Oh how her head buzzed from it all. He took her to the couch, where she sat and rested for the first time since standing on his hands. First her soaked shoes came off, and she felt like a little kid letting him do all this for her. Next came the soggy socks she wore over the stockings in an attempt to keep her feet warm while they had walked. Fat chance of that with how wet they were. A puzzled look spread over his face while he looked at her injured leg. "Uh...could you take them off? I can't really see where you're hurt," he said, looking embarrassed. "Huh?" "Your tights" he clarified, blushing. Stacy blushed too. She couldn't very well ask him to take them off for her. That would require hands under her skirt, and that reminded her again of what got them into this situation in the first place. "I'm going to get the first aid kit, so you can..." he said, getting up and leaving the room. She couldn't help feeling a little risque as she reached up under her skirt and shifted from side to side working her tights off her hips and bottom. She was all alone with a boy in a house and she was undressing herself. No no no, this was Evan, it was okay, there was nothing to feel naughty about. It's not like they were going to do anything like... She felt that warmth again in her panties and wondered if she was always going to react like this to those memories. Was this what being slutty was like? She was sure that's what other girls would call her if they knew she was feeling funny between her legs. It felt a little scary to think that way, but if they never found out, maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Evan took a moment to compose himself now in the solitude of the bathroom. His dick was stiff in his pants and he hoped, oh god, how he hoped Stacy hadn't noticed. He'd seen up her skirt twice now in the last 10 minutes. First had been when he'd lifted her up to look in the window, and then he'd seen again just now when he'd taken off her shoes and socks. She'd been wearing stockings, so it wasn't a clear view he'd had of her panties, but still he'd seen them. That though, was not the reason he'd gotten excited in the first place. He had known what those sounds were already when he'd first heard them. His mother had been single since he was young, and it had been only a few years ago when one of her few long-term boyfriends had spent the night and Evan had awoken to noises. He'd followed the source of the noises to his mother's bedroom and witnessed what he didn't fully understand until just a few months before now. Now he was filled with guilt that he'd practically forced Stacy to see something similar, or so he'd figured based on her reaction there at the window. Not only that, she'd gotten hurt, scared, and her clothes had gotten dirty, all because of him. He was doing his best to take responsibility for that, helping her to walk to his house and now in treating her wounds, and maybe it was a huge overreaction on his part towards some minor scrapes...on her nice swimming toned legs, but he really didn't feel worthy now to have had her so close to him. Her body, the same body he'd seen so many times in a skintight swimsuit, had been pressed up to his, and he could still smell the chlorine in her hair from the pool before they'd walked home. He closed his hand into a fist. Her hand had been in it when he'd helped her inside the house. He'd placed his hand on her body when he'd helped her walk. Though she'd worn a rather bulky coat, he may have been touching her breast...not that she had them yet. He felt a twitch in his stiff dick, something he'd only felt before looking at those pictures on the computer that he knew his mom would flip if she knew he was looking at them. He was getting those same feelings now, but this time they were about Stacy, and she'd probably hate him if she knew. Stacy had been deep in thought about the events of the last 15 minutes. So deep in reflection and contemplation of that couple, and Evan, and these new feelings, that she was actually startled by Evan when he came back with the little white box with a red cross on it. He sat on the floor at her bare feet, and seemed to rather expertly go about cleaning her leg scrapes with a cotton swab and some rubbing alcohol. "How do you know how to do this?" "I was in the Boy Scouts for a little bit, remember?" She did. She'd made fun of him for the uniform when he wore it to her 8th birthday party. He'd been the only boy there. "Oh...right." The alcohol stung as he attended to her, and though she grimaced at it, there was a tenderness in how he cared for her that tempered it. That, and she found that she liked it when he touched her legs. They were white. White with some kind of pattern on them, like dots or maybe little flowers. Evan wondered if he should say something that they were showing. He didn't want to embarrass her, or make her think that he was looking, but he felt bad peeping from this particular vantage point with her so vulnerable and in his care. "H-here," he said, handing her the first-aid kit. She placed it on her lap, and the view was gone, something which he quickly was relieved by, and also regretted. Her injuries were of course, only skin deep, so he placed a large butterfly bandage on the largest scrape, and a few smaller band-aids on other places down her leg. "Can you stand?" he asked her, and she set the kit aside and stood, at first gingerly, but she could put her full weight on her foot, though she limped a bit when she took some steps. "It hurts a little," she said, "but it's ok." There was an awkward silence between them. Neither wanted to be the first to say anything about the window, and the matter of her being injured had been pretty much addressed, so they both found themselves without words and some strange new feelings fluttering about in their bellies. The sudden ringing of the phone scared them both. "That's probably my mom," Evan said, and went to the kitchen to answer it. Stacy went back to the couch and looked at her torn tights and soaked socks. She could always borrow some socks from Evan before she went home, but her tights were practically ruined. They were wet, muddy, torn, and stained with some blood. She sighed, knowing she'd have to lie to her dad about how they got ruined and what had happened to her leg. She sure couldn't tell him the truth. Evan came back from the kitchen, his cheeks red. That had been his mom on the phone. She said she'd be home late, and a glance at the calendar told Evan why. There was a man's name on it. He couldn't shake the idea that she might do those things with this new man, particularly given everything that had happened today. To make matters worse, when he'd told her that Stacy was over, she'd jokingly asked if she was his girlfriend. His emphatic denial had just made her laugh before she made some strange warning to him to be good. 'As if I'd be bad,' he thought, but it was seeing Stacy, sitting on the couch, her ruined tights in her hands, that made him realize what she might have been getting at. "Do, uh...do you wanna play that game now?" he asked, getting them back to the original plan of action for this visit. Stacy smiled, which made Evan smile, which made Stacy...well, they were both grinning like idiots, but it took their minds off all the rest. "Yeah. I'll prove to you that I'm right," she said, that bossy edge finding it's way back into her voice that had been feeling so small. "Whatever. You're gonna die, just like I did, and then you're gonna see how completely unfair that game is," Even said as he switched on the game console and sat on the carpet in front of the TV. He held up the controller for her, and Stacy came over to join him. "Ugh, whatever! No, I'm not. Boys are so dumb," she scoffed, taking the offered game pad and sitting down next to him. In less than 5 minutes, Stacy was holding her arms in the air, victorious. "Ohhhhhhh yeaaaaaaah! What do you think about that?!" she taunted Evan. This was all part of her competitive nature, and was nothing Evan hadn't already witnessed several times before. "Fine, jeez, you were right. Don't have to be so mean about it," he grumbled, resetting the game to the save point to try it himself. Thirty minutes later, he was ready to throw the controller through the TV screen. "Why can't I do this!" he yelled, which seemed to just encourage Stacy to taunt him a little more. "Oh yeah, girl power!" she crowed, earning her a glowering look from Evan. "You're not better at this just because you're a girl, you know." "Yeah, well, I'm better at it than you are, so nyah!" and with that she put her face up close to his and wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. Evan didn't know why he did what happened next, but it stopped Stacy in her tracks. Until this moment it had been a tender feeling that they'd only shared affectionately with either their parents or grandparents, and even then usually was targeted on an offered cheek or done entirely playfully. They'd certainly never done it with each other before. Though it lasted only seconds, the preteens both felt like minutes had passed with their lips touching. Stacy, who nearly recoiled in surprise from the feeling of Evan's mouth on hers, ironically felt like she'd frozen into place like a stone statue. Evan, despite initiating the kiss, was similarly stunned by the soft sensation of the young girl's lips against his, and it was only the involuntary act of breathing that first heavy passionate breath that caused him to back off. They both looked into each other's eyes, an act still too intimate for either of them to handle, and looking away, they moved about three feet apart, with only the music of the video game making any noise in the room. "S-sorry," Evan said, his eyes on the floor. Stacy had raised her hand to her mouth, her fingers feeling her lips, like she could touch the all too brief sensation she'd just felt back into where it had been. "W-why did you..." she asked, clearly a little stunned by her first kiss. "I dunno...you were just there all of a sudden, and your lips were close, so...sorry..." Stacy's head felt like it was spinning, and her cheeks were like fire. It felt like her body was shaking with every beat of her pounding heart, and the itch in her panties from before was begging for a little scratch. She shifted a bit, sitting atop her foot to sate that for now, but there was a different feeling she wanted to experience at the other end of her body at that moment. "C-can we try again?" she asked through buzzing lips. "Sure," Evan said, almost too simply. So simply that it shocked Stacy that he was taking it so lightly. Then she saw him fiddling with his game controller and starting the attempted game move over again. "N-no! Not the game, stupid!" Stacy nearly yelled at him in anger. Then quieter, "I meant the kiss..." "O-oh...um...ok." Despite the agreement, neither of them moved an inch at first, expecting the other to make the first move. They looked at each other in anticipation, and away again when they saw the other looking at them. "S-so...do it again," Evan said finally. "Huh?" "W-what you did the first time...do it again so I can..." Evan couldn't believe she was calling him stupid when she was the one who wanted to do it again and couldn't even do her part. He glanced to the side at her, and saw her crawl on her hands and knees towards him. When she was close enough, she shut her eyes tightly, and, almost comically puckered up as though she was parodying what had happened just moments before. Evan couldn't help himself and laughed right in her face. "HAHA! You look like a fish like that!" he mocked. Stacy frowned and slugged him in the shoulder for it. "You're a butt," she pouted, and scooted away from him, sitting down in a huff. She felt like crying, which just made her feel ridiculous, because it was just Evan, and it's not like he was special or anything...she just wanted to try that kiss again...with him. "I was just doing what you said." "I know, I know," he said, rubbing the shoulder where she had hit him while still chuckling. "You just looked so silly doing that with your lips." His shoulder was her favorite punching bag, but it was never hit as hard as it was this time. He glanced at her face, and though he knew that some of the sulking look she had on was for show, there seemed to be some real hurt there as well. When she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand though, a deep pang of regret burrowed deep in his stomach. "Sorry, Stace." Stacy managed to keep the tears at bay. She knew he was right, and she probably did look really silly. It wasn't her fault. She'd never kissed a boy before...well, not a serious for reals kiss anyways. She thought again about the two people she saw having sex. Did they kiss each other? Of course they had, hadn't they? That was part of it, part of doing...that with each other. If Evan couldn't even kiss her right, then she certainly wouldn't be doing that with him...wait, what? What?! Where had that idea come from? Doing sex things with Evan? No way, no no no no no! She glanced over at him; he had started to play the game again. It's not like he wasn't cute or anything, and he wasn't like, super gross or a butthead...and honestly...to tell the truth...she kind of...kind of really liked him. There it was. Stacy pulled her knees up to her chest, hugged them with her arms, buried her face into the little space it made, and hoped to God that Evan wouldn't see the huge grin that she could not get off of her face. Four feet away, Evan had taken notice of his friend's shifting body language. Still worried that he'd really hurt her feelings, he wondered if she was sitting like that so that she could cry a bit without him seeing. She didn't do that often, crying, that is. They'd known each other since kindergarten, and Evan could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen tears rolling down her cheeks. He felt so helpless and awkward being in the same room as her and also being the reason for her discomfort. His eyes tracked downward as he was looking away with the intent to look back to the TV, and his attention was captured by a flash of white near her exposed thigh. If she had been wearing her pink tights, he might not have noticed at all, but the way she was sitting, with her knees pointing upward, pushing her skirt away from how it should have fallen to cover her hips, Evan was now being treated to a glimpse of her panties doing their job and covering between Stacy's legs. She started to slide her feet forward, and her thighs rotated forward, ending the peepshow and Evan looked up to see if he had been caught eyeing the proverbial cookie jar. "Bathroom," Stacy said, getting to her feet. She didn't dare look at him or else she was sure to smile like a dope, and it took all she had to force it off her face just so she could look up for that brief moment Evan might have been able to see it. She was also afraid that if they had made eye contact, she might give away that she wasn't needing to use the bathroom for its usual purpose. Instead that itch she'd been experiencing between her legs today seemed to have gotten more intense once she entertained the thought of her and Evan getting intimate with each other. As soon as the door was locked, Stacy had her panties down and was discovering a slippery fluid was starting to seep from her hairless lips. She rubbed it between her fingers for a few seconds, both marveling at it and being a little weirded out by it. She had sometimes overheard some of the older girls whose swim practice coincided with her own talking in the locker room. They had been talking about kissing their boyfriends and one of them had said something about 'getting wet down there.' It had been nothing but confusing for Stacy to hear at the time, and the two older girls had stopped talking once they noticed that Stacy had been listening in. Now, however, Stacy had her own frame of reference she could review that conversation from, and she realized that this was what 'getting wet down there' meant. But...what did it really mean anyways? She put her index finger down to her lips and slid it from the back to front along the closed mouth they made between her legs. She shivered as a nice feeling presented itself to her. She rubbed a little more and gasped in surprise. That felt really good! She thought back to the scene she'd watched through the window, particularly the girl on her back while that guy had been sticking his thing in her. She'd really liked it, and had even been saying 'yes' while it was happening. Was this what sex felt like? What if sex felt better than just touching herself? She didn't think those people she saw were married or anything, so they couldn't have been doing it to make a baby, right? Were they just doing it to feel good? Would doing it with Evan feel good? A moan escaped Stacy's lips as she rubbed her pussy thinking about just that. Evan putting his thing in her, and it feeling good. She found a spot where rubbing herself felt really good...oh wow, did it ever feel good! Once again, she wondered if she was becoming slutty by doing this. She knew that label had something to do with boys and girls touching their private places or something, and that it was bad to be a slut...but this just felt so good, it was like she could get addicted to it or something. If she could do this with Evan and never let anybody know about it...well, that wouldn't be so bad, right? A slight chill of excited fear rushed through her as she contemplated that. It meant she'd have to let him touch her there, and that was pretty embarrassing just thinking about. What if he wanted to see her there too? It kind of scared her, but in a really confusing good way that made no sense, and she suddenly felt like kind of a bad girl and ashamed of her thoughts. She grabbed a tissue to wipe the wetness away, pulled her panties up, and went back out to where Evan was. Evan was glad for Stacy's absence, as it gave him an opportunity to stick his hand down his pants and put his hard dick in a more comfortable position and angle. 'It was all her fault,' he told himself again. If she would just wear pants when it was cold outside like today, and why'd she go and fall in that ditch anyways and hurt herself? She was a swimmer, and more of an athlete than he was. She should have easily jumped across like he did. "Dumb girl," he muttered quietly to himself, withdrawing his hand from his pants, and started the game up again to try and replicate her victory. He heard the bathroom door open, and he wondered why there was no toilet flushing noise. Had she been crying in there so he wouldn't see? Crying because he had made fun of her face when she had wanted to kiss? Guilt again. He glanced up when she walked back into the room. She didn't look sad, though her face seemed a little flushed. She sat on the floor again, though more appropriately for her manner of dress this time. The controller rattled in his hand, and he turned his attention back to the screen just in time to see himself die yet again. "Damn it," he swore, making her giggle a little. The sound of that made him smile. "Hey," he said, and she turned to look at him. "I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to make you mad or anything when I laughed. I deserved it when you hit me for it." "Did it hurt?" she asked him. "Yeah. You hit really hard that time," he said, rolling up his shirt sleeve to show her his upper arm, which was still red. "Might turn into a bruise." "Oh, sorry...but like you said, you totally deserved it!" she said making a fist and shaking it in mock threat. She was smiling though, smiling right at him, the type of which said that all was forgiven and forgotten. She got up from her distant spot on the floor and knelt down next to him, and took his arm in her hands. Stacy lifted the red spot to her lips and kissed it. She turned her eyes up to meet his, and grinned shyly. Evan didn't try to stop her or pull his arm away. He could only smile too. "I promise I won't laugh again," he told her. "Even if I look silly again?" "Y-you're too pretty to look silly," he said, feeling his whole body tremble as he gave the compliment. He watched her eyes get big, and that shy little smile broaden as she lifted her chin and leaned towards him. She felt warm all over. Warm and shaky and excited and scared and her head just felt like it was going to fall off her shoulders and float up into the air. His face came closer and closer and closer and she closed her eyes and the feeling returned to her lips. It was so...so...so...she couldn't find words for it beyond something as simple as 'good.' It wasn't sudden and didn't take her by surprise, so she took enjoyment from this kiss that just hadn't been there the first time. She felt weightless, bodiless (except for her lips), and it was almost like she was tumbling face first against Evan's lips. Hands were suddenly on her upper arms, and her eyes popped open. A look of surprise was on the boy's face in front of her and a split second later she realized why as he fell backwards and she was on top of him, lips still locked. "Wha-" "Y-you kind of pushed me over," he said, as she pulled away to sit on her heels. "S-sorry," she said, straightening up, and pulling her hair back. "I-I really pushed you over?" "Yeah," Evan said, sitting up. "You just...your lips...you were pressing really hard, and so..." "Oh..." she answered, and turned away, embarrassed, but grinning. "I guess...I really liked it." She felt that itch tingle between her legs again, and she wanted to excuse herself to the bathroom again to rub and see if it had gotten wet again, although with a shift of her legs, she could tell that it had. To Evan, Stacy looked really uncomfortable as she wiggled around a little beside him. He saw her face was flushed again, and he wondered if she felt alright. He raised his hand and put it to her forehead. "You're warm," he told her, which just seemed to fluster her more. "W-well, yeah, I-I...we were just kissing and so...it's embarrassing, you know?" She raised her hand and put it to his forehead as well. "You're warm too, so..." Evan grinned a dopey grin, which quickly caught on and Stacy grinned as well. They both laughed. "Now you look silly," Stacy pointed out. "Yeah, so do you," Evan retorted. Their laughter subsided and they sat smiling awkwardly at each other for a silent moment. He recalled his mother's voice on the phone, and how she teased him a bit. 'Girlfriend,' she had said about Stacy. He felt embarrassed again by her joking accusation, but something told him that maybe she was right. "So, uh...I guess you're my g-girlfriend now," he suggested, voice catching on the most important word in that sentence. "Wha-what do you mean?!" Stacy asked, having a different idea of what a girlfriend was in her head thanks to the swim locker room gossips and hushed story telling. "W-we only kissed like, um...t- twice? That's not like, 'g-girlfriend' stuff." She honestly couldn't remember. The whole experience was just one massive exciting blur in her head. Though she sounded shocked by his suggestion, she also thought it would be really cool if it was true. "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" A sudden fear struck her as soon as she asked. What if he said no? She could already feel tears welling up. Her emotions felt like they were all over the place. Evan wondered if he had said something wrong. Wasn't kissing something boyfriends and girlfriends did? Was there more to it than that? He knew what he'd seen and heard his mom doing with those men, but most of them weren't ever her boyfriends, which was kind of confusing. Why did Stacy suddenly look sad? Did she think he wanted to do things to her? She saw two people doing that together, right? "I, um, I-I don't mean like, uh..." he sputtered, looking for the right words. Why did she look really sad all of a sudden?! "W-we don't have to-" "You're so dumb, I HATE YOU!" she yelled at him, tears falling from her cheeks and she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. Evan had no idea what just happened. Door locked behind her, and she put her back against it and slid down to sit on the floor, crying. She felt so stupid. Evan couldn't possibly like her like that. She knew she could get pretty bossy with him, and boys never liked bossy girls. He'd called her pretty only a few minutes ago, but she didn't think she was pretty at all. He only said that to trick her into kissing him again. She'd heard about that in the locker room too. So many girls who said boys only said those things so they could do...things. He kissed her. He started it. What did he want next? Touching her body? Would he make fun of that too? She didn't have any boobs at all, and there wasn't any hair down there like the grown up girls had. He'd just make fun of her again if he saw. She felt so dumb for liking him all of a sudden. Dumb boy. Dumb stupid pervert boy! She cried harder. Evan felt absolutely lost. Something went wrong. Something made Stacy cry. It was his fault? She was really upset by what he had said, but he hadn't said anything! He liked the kissing and he couldn't even imagine kissing anybody else but her, but she didn't think that made them boyfriend and girlfriend? Girls hated when boys got gross about dick and pussy stuff, and he wasn't thinking about that kind of thing at all, and he was going to tell her that, but she got mad at him for like no reason before he could say so! Girls were so strange. He looked around the room aimlessly, as though he might see a solution somewhere to the problem involving the crying girl in his bathroom. There was nothing, no easy answer for him. The 'Game Over' screen on the TV seemed to be mocking his situation. He got up and switched it off, the room becoming bathed in a blue light from the TV's standby screen. Sad. He felt sad, and for no reason other than she was sad. Of course he wanted her to be his girlfriend. He really felt that way now, even if he didn't 10 minutes ago. She had asked, but didn't get an answer before she freaked out. He could at least give her that now. The only sound in the house was that of her quiet whimpering on the other side of the bathroom door. He still had his shoes on, and they seemed very loud when he stepped onto the hard wood floor of the hall. He stood in front of the door a moment to listen. She no doubt had heard his footsteps right there, and he strained to hear any noise she might make. "Stacy?" he asked the door. She didn't answer, aside from a sniffle, but he decided to say it anyways. "I l- like you, a-and I...I really hope you don't hate me, because I want you to be my girlfriend, y-you know, if you want to be mine." More silence, but he knew she had heard unless she had been covering her ears. A minute passed...another...and he didn't know what to do. Maybe she was too embarrassed and didn't want to see him now. He looked at the clock; it was almost 5 p.m. and he knew she had to be home by 6. She couldn't hide in there forever, but he also didn't want to make her feel trapped by him standing there. He turned and walked down the hall to his bedroom, his shoes telling her that he had left. Stacy hugged her knees close to her chest and didn't know what to do. He liked her? He wanted her to be his girlfriend? Her heart was racing and her body felt warm, like when they had kissed, but this was so...filling. Yes, she felt absolutely full of warmth, and every time she thought about what he said, the sound of his voice, the sincerity of it, she just felt warmer and warmer with...something. Love? Was this what it felt like to be in love? She knew she loved her dad, and she loved swimming, and she loved being better at video games than Evan, and she loved how kissing made her feel, but...this felt so different than all that other stuff. They had been friends for, like, ever! Six years! That was a long time for an 11-year old. She liked him, of course, but love... She heard his footsteps leaving down the hall towards his room. Why did he leave? Was he mad at her now? He hadn't sounded mad at all...just sad. She didn't want him to be sad. It hurt to even think that he might be sad, but what could she do about it? She remembered what she had yelled at him, and felt tears come to her eyes again. She felt so stupid. Of course he was sad. She'd feel sad if he yelled that at her. She didn't even know why she yelled that at him. Was this what "mood swings" were like? She remembered her dad making some joke about those a few months ago when she'd gotten angry at him for...what had she gotten angry about? She couldn't remember, but it felt like it had been something really dumb. It was so quiet now that her tears had stopped and Evan wasn't speaking to her from the other side of the door. Only the ticking sound of the clock on the wall kept Stacy and her thoughts company. It also reminded her that she couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. The sky out the window was starting to darken, and the short hand on the clock was creeping towards 5. She went to the mirror and looked at herself. Emotional and silly looked back at her. She wiped at her wet cheeks and blew her nose. She had to go out there, so she might as well look as normal as possible just in case Evan was out there. He wasn't. Stacy looked left and right down the hall, as if she were in danger of being run over by some unseen force. That was silly of course, and just made her feel a little foolish for being so paranoid. There were her shoes and torn tights where she had taken them off at the couch where Evan had tended to her wounds. She smiled at the memory. He had been so nice. So gentle and attentive. Her leg still ached a little and stung where she had been scraped. The air was going to be cold on her bare legs on her walk home. Maybe she should ask if she could borrow a pair of Evan's jeans, just to walk home in. Evan lay on his bed, back to the door. 'Why did I kiss her?' he thought to himself. 'It's all because I kissed her. I kissed her and said strange things, and now she hates me.' He closed his eyes and thought about that kiss, and the ones that followed. Were they worth it? He just didn't know. If she hated him, then no, but if she didn't...yes. Absolutely yes. He remembered her smell of chlorine that still clung to her hair as he got close to her. The softness of her lips, and how they still felt soft, no matter how hard she pressed them against his. Her body against him as they fell back...her bare thighs and how they looked when she sat with her knees pulled up to her chest...her panties when he was bandaging her. His dick was hard again. Boners were a sex thing of course, but Stacy...she wasn't...sexy? Not like some of the older girls at her swim practices. They were sexy, and Stacy was...well, she was Stacy, but still, he had a boner, so...she was too? "Um, Evan?" He rolled over onto his back to look at the door, where Stacy stood, hands held in front of her, looking nervous. "What is it?" he asked her, wondering why she didn't just leave. Was she going to apologize? "My tights, they got ripped, so I was wondering if, maybe, I could borrow some jeans to wear home? You know, so I don't get cold?" Her eyes stayed cast downward. It was just too awkward to look at him except in small glances that made her nervous even in that instant. "S-sure, I guess." He got up from his bed and went to his dresser. He pulled out a pair and turned to see her now a few steps into the room. He walked over and handed them to her. "Th-thanks," she said, and took them, retreating to the bathroom to change. Less than a minute later, she was back with the pants in her hands. "They didn't fit." The next 3 pairs of jeans didn't fit either. They were either too short on her lengthening legs or too loose around the waist. "How about these?" he asked, offering her some black sweatpants. He turned his back to her, as after the 2nd failed pair of jeans, she figured she might as well just change in his room instead of scurrying back and forth between his bedroom and the bathroom. She pulled them up with her skirt still on, and though they too felt a little short, she also didn't want to complain with him being so accommodating like this. "These will work," she stated, and Evan turned around to see her unzipping her skirt and sliding it down her legs. His boner had gone away while he was focused on finding her some pants, but strangely this act of very modest undressing called it back to life. She sat down on the edge of his bed and slipped it off her feet. A moment went by, and she did not stand up to leave like Evan expected she would. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap, and before he could ask if something was wrong, she spoke. "Do you love me?" "I...I don't know," Evan stated honestly, but afraid Stacy would be mad. "Do you love me?" he asked in return. "I don't...I don't know. M-maybe?" she said, looking up at him just for a moment, then back at her hands in her lap. "I guess...I guess it's sort of different now that we kissed." "Y-yeah...I kinda feel different too," he agreed, and then quickly added, "W-we could try the boyfriend-girlfriend thing if you want to, b-but I...I don't know what it's like to do that so..." "Me neither," she said, smiling, then feeling her cheeks flush hot when she thought about the couple in the house, naked and doing that. Those two really were boyfriend and girlfriend, she thought. She glanced up at Evan, her eyes lingering momentarily on the front of his pants. She'd never seen Evan's, though he'd once seen her naked from the waist down by complete accident. She rose up slowly from the bed and slowly stepped towards him. She raised her head and met his eyes, making both of them grin and look away, which they both found funny and laughed together. "It feels funny to look at you," she admitted. "I-I know, me too. It's like...like I get really embarrassed." "Yeah...b-but...that's dumb, right?" "Yeah." Evan agreed with her, and then decided that this was something he was going to have to face if he was really going to be her boyfriend. Stacy had the same thought, and the two both turned their heads to face each other again, and held their gaze on each other's face despite the burning each felt in their cheeks and the butterflies in their respective stomachs. "G-guess we're not gonna be dumb anymore." Stacy could only smile and shake her head in agreement with that. "I won't look away anymore," she told him, her hands finding his. The sensation of fingers spreading and interlacing with the other's fingers sent shivers up their respective spines. A desire struck them both, as though it were being shared between their young minds through their hands, and their lips came together. Neither pressed more firmly than the other, and neither did either of them make a move to push the other away...although Evan did feel the need to take a breath far sooner than Stacy, as her increased lung capacity from swimming provided an edge in this regard. He gasped against her lips when he could take it no more, not only drawing air with his mouth but also with his nose, smelling her so close to him. Scents of shampoo, chlorine, sweat, tears, breath, and something else that he could not name came together to make something that was uniquely Stacy. "Y-you smell good," he said, causing her to giggle. "I do?" "Y-yeah...sorry, that's weird," he apologized, not even sure why he said such a thing. Stacy closed her eyes and sniffed at him. "You...you don't really smell like anything," she responded, perhaps a little disappointed she could not make a similar statement about Evan. She sniffed again, and could hear him doing the same back at her. They were both so wrapped up in their senses of smell that the chiming of the living room clock on the hour startled them both. "I-I should go," Stacy said. "Yeah, I guess," Evan agreed, but did not make an effort to untangle his fingers from hers. Instead he just kissed her again, a quick peck on her lips. And then she him. And he her again. Then their hands did come apart, only to wrap around the other's body as they pressed firmly against each other and futilely, but eagerly, attempted to fuse their lips into a single body part shared between them. Very quickly, however, Stacy became aware of a body part that was not shared between them and was pressing against her thigh where it met her pelvis. Her eyes shot open as her mind quickly brought forth the memory of seeing the man's blood swollen organ, and she pulled away from Evan in stunned, but oddly flattered, surprise. Evan could feel it too, no doubt better than Stacy could. There was a pleasing pulsing feeling running the length of it, and it increased in intensity every time he pressed it against her, stimulating the underside of the head. His hips involuntarily moved to accomplish that goal, and before he knew it, Stacy had backed away from him. "I-I should go," she said once again, looking at his face, and then at his pants, and then away when her eyes confirmed what her body had felt making nearly intimate contact with her. It was scary and exciting all at once, and she had this urge to spread her legs and let him rub that part of him against that part of her, but it was just too much for her and she turned and left him in his room. There was no explanation given for why he had been left so suddenly, but Evan knew why. He wanted to run and hide too. How could he face her at school the next day after rubbing his dick on her like that? It had felt great for him, better than anything he'd ever felt before, but Stacy couldn't know that. She'd think he was gross, and wouldn't want to be his girlfriend anymore. He heard the front door open and close, and he was alone in the house. He sighed, mad at himself or doing that...not that he did it on purpose, but would she believe that? He didn't know. An object on the floor caught his eye. He didn't know what the crumpled ring of fabric was right away, but as he reached for it he realized it was her skirt. It felt strange for him to hold it, almost like he was holding a pair of her underwear, but that was dumb, they were entirely different kinds of clothing...still, he'd looked under it twice that afternoon and tried to look a third time when she had been sitting on the floor in the living room. He held it up and looked through the hole where her waist would normally be and was quickly ashamed and embarrassed by pretending to look at her panties. He tossed it onto his bed, deciding to give it back to her at school tomorrow. Going out into the rest of the empty house, he found another artifact of that afternoon: her torn tights. She had left those behind as well in her haste to leave. A thought entered his mind, an idea related to the fact that these had been even more closely in contact with that place on her body, but he just chastised himself again and took them back to his room where he put them with the skirt. Tomorrow at school he'd return both of them to her. She was his girlfriend now...still...he hoped. Stacy was halfway down the wooded path when she remembered the forgotten clothing. It was dumb, but she felt almost naked at the realization that she had left half her clothing behind. She didn't feel cold at least. The skirt and tights had been chilly to wear, but she thought she looked really cute in them, and Evan...well, he seemed to like looking at her legs. She'd noticed him staring at her in the living room. She giggled at that. He had been looking at her body, and he wanted to keep kissing her, and then she felt it rubbing on her. She clapped her hands to her mouth and giggled crazily to herself. What if she had stayed a little longer? She'd overheard things in the locker room about "jobs" that had something to do with a boy's thing. Would she have given a job to it? What was a job, anyways? She didn't realize she had reached the spot on the trail behind the house until she had already passed it. She turned and looked at it longingly. What she'd seen there that afternoon had changed her, she felt. Evan was right when he had said that he'd felt different, because she had felt different too, starting with the moment she'd seen those people having sex. She realized she shouldn't have looked, and she shouldn't have let Evan talk her into it, but she wanted to precisely because he had said to do it. She was glad at least that he had been with her. If anything, it had made it more special. That night, Evan lay in bed, reflecting on everything that had happened. When his mom had gotten home, he'd told her only that Stacy had been there and that he'd taken care of a scrape she got walking home, but said nothing of the kissing stuff. She'd just tease him more like she had on the phone. He closed his eyes and relived his memories of the physical events, the good stuff that had happened. His imagination enhanced the memories with another memory of Stacy. He'd gone to her house, must have been 2 years ago, during the summer, and then the two of them were going to go to another friend's house and play with a variety of water toys. He'd arrived already wearing his swim trunks and a t-shirt, and when Stacy's dad had greeted him at the door, he let Evan go straight to her bedroom where she was changing. Her door had been wide open and he walked in to see her fully nude and slipping on to her feet the boy-cut tankini bottoms she was going to wear. "Oh gosh," he'd exclaimed, seeing a naked girl for the first time ever, his eyes zeroed onto the hairless slit between her legs for the 2 or 3 seconds it was shown to him. Stacy's scream brought her dad running to see what was the matter, and upon seeing the situation, Evan wound up waiting for Stacy on the couch with all kinds of funny feelings. He slipped his hand into his underwear, and felt how thick his dick was from those combined memories. He stroked it, pretending he was kissing Stacy again. He thought about her skirt coming off, only without those sweatpants he'd loaned her. Panties weren't even considered in this fantasy, only her naked childish pussy. 'Pussy,' he thought again, and he felt himself throb. 'Pussy. Stacy's pussy. Stacy's pus-' "Oh!" he gasped as the best feeling ever throbbed through him and semen shot out, soaking his underwear. Stacy turned from side to side, restless. So many things in her mind not letting her fall asleep. Those people having sex and Evan's thing poking her during that last kiss they had. She'd done her best to not think about those things for the rest of the evening, particularly once her dad got home, because she just knew he'd figure everything out somehow, and she didn't want him knowing she'd seen and done those things. Now though, all alone in bed with only her thoughts and no other distractions... She felt funny between her legs again. Evan's thing had been poking her so close to there. That's where it was supposed to poke, she supposed. If they had been naked it probably would have gone in her. "So bad," she chided herself for having the thought, but then her mind called up the people in the house again, the man doing exactly that to the girl. That feeling between her legs beckoned to her to touch it, to rub it, to soothe it away. "So bad," she said quietly to herself again, but gave into the urge. ***This marks the end of current progress on friends, as of 25 February 2014.*** Current word count: 10,577 Current page count (in MS Word): 20