JZL11_10J: Dreamy Park Picnic
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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003.
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Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called
sex. - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2003.
JZL is my life story series. You can find out more
about the entire series at
/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html,
and more of year 11 at
/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html.
This episode is at
/~jeffzephyr/JZL11_10_Sitting_in_a_Tree_FUCKING.html
JZL11_10: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!
(mf mff ff oral rom) by Jeff Zephyr
Coding note: The participants in this story are age twelve, or
almost twelve. If I was going to tell a fictional story of young
love, I'd advance them to age thirteen. Why? Because that makes them
teenagers, not preteens, so they get to use the m and f codes. But we
were slightly precocious, doing things maybe a year or so ahead of
"schedule." Yet I think that our interaction was much like that of
teenagers, not little kids. Real people develop at different speeds,
and some of them mature early.
JZL11_10 Sitting in a Tree on Saturday is a very long "chapter" in my
life story. It only covers one day, but it is a very eventful day for
us, with a wide range of activities.
Sherry and Jeff...... Sitting in a Tree. F U C K I N G! (on
Saturday)
JZL11_10J-Q: Whatever happened after your honeymoon? .... the stuff
after our nap... JZL11_10J: Dreamy Park
Picnic (mff rom nosex)
====== It was just an ordinary sort of
Saturday for a kid of eleven: Go to the beach, play with friends, lay
in the sun. Lots of other kids were out doing just that.
I was having a most wonderful dream, a dream of making love. It
seemed so real. Then I awoke, not yet aware of my surroundings. I
could feel someone in front of me, someone I was holding as I slept.
My head nuzzled in long hair but I couldn't see who it was.
Whoever it was, it was naked. She was naked, I mean, because it
smelled like a girl.
I could feel my hard dick pressed against her naked behind. Now, it
was hard, simply to be so, or perhaps it was just because I needed to
take a leak. A piss hard-on, the guys call that. But feeling a
naked, warm girl butt in front of me turned that natural sleepy- time
sensation into a whole different kind of desire.
It was a dream come true for sure, for a 6th grader. I had a funny
floating feeling, like this wasn't quite real.
Except that it was real - I could see girl hair in eyes, and I
definitely felt naked girl body in my arms, sweet little girl breasts
nicely fitting into my hands. At the bottom, well, our bare parts
touching were fire and lightning, a storm of desire demanding my
attention.
I knew where I was, too.
It was hard to believe, yet it was exactly what I'd wish for as a
dream come true.
In the tree house, by the lake, naked under the blanket. With my
Sherry naked in my arms, and my Maureen naked beside her. I didn't
want to disturb either of them, not if they wanted to sleep more.
My dick had other ideas, though. If I thought about how sexy it was,
how wonderful it was to be cuddled up naked behind my girlfriends. It
twitched, wanting me to do more with it. Just a little bit, and maybe
part of that was from me squeezing my muscles down there, to suppress
my other desire. That one was pressing at me too. I had to go, but
that too had to wait until the girls were ready to get up.
At that moment, much to my relief, Sherry rolled back into me and
said, "I think we need to get up, OK?"
Maureen got up first, letting me discover that they'd been waiting
too. We were all waiting patiently, not wanting to disturb our
lovers' naps. Our first sleeping-together. Almost like a wedding
night, or so I imagined it to be.
I watched Sherry get up, enjoying the sight of her. Both girls
noticed that I was laying there with my dick all hard. "Ready to go
again?" Maureen asked me.
"I guess so. But I, uh..."
"We need to go to the bathroom," Sherry said, interrupting me.
"I was going to say that. I need to take a leak," I told them. "We
can just go over the side, kind of like off a boat. Nobody's around
to see us."
"No, I really need to go to a real bathroom. I have to do number
two."
I laughed. It wasn't funny maybe but that is the polite thing kids
are taught to say.
"Jeff!" Sherry whined at me. Then she picked up her clothes, sorting
them out to get dressed. Socks on first. She was moving fast, in a
hurry.
"I'm sorry. It isn't funny I guess. I just didn't think about it.
Last time it didn't come up. And with the whole lake there, we could
just let loose and leak into it. Right?"
"Yeah, I know. But that won't work for me. I want a real toilet."
"It is a long walk from here to them."
"I think they'll have the portable ones set up by the beach by now. I
sure hope so anyway," Sherry said.
I got up, and watched both girls start to dress. Part of me was
really horny feeling. I didn't care that my bladder was pushing at
me, I could hold it for a while. Especially looking at my naked
girlfriends, remembering what we did today together.
As I picked up my clothes and started to pull my jeans on I thought of
something exciting.
"You guys could skip your underwear, just like me. We aren't at home,
and shouldn't run into anyone we know. Even so, you can't really see
it by just looking."
Sherry already had her bra and panties on and was pulling her pants
over her feet. Maureen had her bra and blouse on, but was still bare
on her bottom.
Sherry said, "I'm really in a hurry. I need to go, you know?" She
pulled her pants up, and kept on getting dressed.
"You could take them off quick, couldn't you?"
"It is too late. I'm not taking them off."
Maureen, though, hesitated. She was already covered on top, and her
panties were in her hand, as she sat down to pull them on. I loved
the view of her pussy, and stared at her. Waiting for her decision.
"I don't know, I've never done it," Maureen said.
"It feels nice, not having underwear in the way down there," I said.
I put my shirt on, then finished getting dressed.
Maureen had a good reason to think about this. Her purple corduroy
pants had those ridges in them, and that would rub against her bottom.
Especially since we had a long walk ahead of us. I was used to the
feeling of my jeans rubbing against my skin, especially my dick as it
shifted back and forth.
She didn't say more, she just pulled on her pants, dropping her
panties on the floor. Socks and shoes on, tied quick, then coats, and
we were ready to go.
"This feels kind of funny," Maureen said.
"Not bad funny?" I asked.
"No, it is OK."
Sherry said, "Please, please, we need to hurry. It's hard to hold it
in."
We climbed down out of the tree, then headed through the woods towards
the beach path in the park. We were above the lakeshore, and we'd
travel faster on the paved park walks than through the woods or along
the beach itself.
It was still a long walk, maybe half a mile before we got to the
stairway down to the beach. A big, long rickety old wooden stairway
was the only easy way down the bluff.
Walking brought out my own bodily demands, and Maureen's as well. It
wasn't a chilly day, but neither was it a hot, and the cool breeze off
the lake made me shiver. I was looking forward to finding the
bathroom myself.
"Argh!" Sherry yelled. "They don't have the potties out here!"
She was right, of course. We looked up and down the beach and no
small buildings were around.
"Where can we go?" Maureen asked. Then, she answered herself, "I
don't want to walk home. I think it is just as far to the park
pavilion and concessions by the playground."
"Oh, darn it!" Sherry said. "If we go home it might be closer but mom
might make us stay, and I really want to have all day out here with
Jeff."
"It isn't that far. I don't think it is. Not farther than we've
already just walked," I said.
"On to the playground!" we chanted, as we all started off in that
direction.
"Playground, playground," we said, over and over. I felt silly, but
it distracted us all from the real problem we faced now.
Climbing back up the stairs from the beach was slower, especially with
our legs periodically crossing, squeezing inside to keep things calm.
When we got up to the top, I thought of something. I didn't have to
wait. I could just whip it out and piss. I'd done that before.
Maureen, if that was all she needed, could just drop her pants and go.
But we didn't do that. I walked alongside Sherry, Maureen on the
other side of her, supporting her. Something inside me said that it
was fair and best to suffer along with my girlfriend. It wouldn't
have mattered for time - I could do it fast and run to catch up.
Sherry didn't feel like running, and we had such a long way to go that
running would tire us out too much.
Our whole walk, squeezing inside all the way, was about a mile, maybe
a bit more with the up and down the rickety stairs at the beach. I
didn't time it, but all of us really, truly, intensely and painfully
had to use the bathrooms when we finally reached the other side of the
park. We still had a long way to walk, to get to go.
We didn't talk much about sex along the way. Trying to walk fast
didn't leave a lot of breath for talking period, but mostly we talked
about our future together.
"It will be so wonderful when we can all be together all the time,"
Sherry said.
"I know, I hope we can do that soon. I hope that Annie likes the idea
too," I added. Part of me was totally sure that Annie would love the
idea of us getting married. We were all in love, wasn't that a good
thing for us to do?
But there were the other girls, and though Annie hadn't ever
complained about our relationship, I wasn't so certain that she wanted
us to go on together forever.
"I hope so too," Maureen said. "I like Annie, and she really loves
you."
Sherry stopped walking to kiss me on the cheek, and told me quietly,
"Annie really loves you so much, I just know she'll like this. You
love her too, you know?"
"Yep." I replied, but not really sure what I should say about that.
We talked more about school, our parents, and other ordinary things
for a while. As I went along, I realized that I was really happy.
Not just about our plans for the future, or having sex together. Not
even enjoying our walk together.
"You really are OK with all the stuff I told you?" I asked them. "I'm
OK with your stuff. I think it is really nice, everything you did,
all that you want to do."
Neither girl had outright said that they wanted to try it with another
boy, not specifically. But in a roundabout way, they'd hinted at it.
Robbie was so cute, and we really do like him. I did too, it wasn't
just the girls thinking that. Maureen said she'd really do it with
her cousin, and I wasn't jealous about that. But that girl was far
away, and Maureen wasn't planning to see her.
Robbie we saw every day. I wasn't jealous about him. He was shy, but
like me, found lots of time to play with the girls on the playground.
I remembered feeling that when he first showed up last year, and in
our talk about who else might be doing sex among our classmates,
Sherry suggested that Robbie was cute enough to think about.
"Do you really want to do it with him?" I asked. I tried not to
sound jealous. Because I didn't feel that way. I was sure I didn't
want to, and definitely didn't want to show signs of jealousy.
"I don't know. Maybe. It might be nice to see another boy naked
anyway."
While I was away, Robbie was sort of like a substitute for me, for
Sherry and Maureen. They liked having a boy to play with.
I understood that. I loved playing with Debbie. I was very happy
that my girls were so empathic about that, understanding just how much
I could miss Debbie, even when I was with them and really wanted to be
with them. I wasn't going to see Debbie again. Well, not likely,
anyway, and not on my own as a kid.
"It might be nice to do that, to visit Debbie again," I said. Then I
added, sort of surprising myself, "Robbie is really nice. I mean, he
is kind of a girly-boy, not so tough. But I like him a lot. It would
be OK if you wanted to do stuff with him."
OK wasn't the same thing as "go out and seduce him." I didn't want
her to really do it. I mean, I wasn't hoping that she would rush
right out and try it. Or even do it at all.
I just wanted to be fair. I had sex with Annie without talking it
over with Sherry or Maureen first. I didn't feel guilty about it
either, though their reaction - having sex with me too, kind of like
catching up in a race, competitively - made it hard to feel that I'd
betrayed them. We were all happy doing this stuff together. Why
should I deny Sherry or Maureen what I wanted to do myself?
I wasn't giving up Annie. Not ever.
I'd have thought more on this subject, but reaching the bathrooms made
other things come to mind.
Sherry was going to... well, it was yucky to think about that part.
Not so much doing it, because we all did it. But afterwards, we'd
walk back, get naked, and have sex. I'd cleaned up good at home,
washing my private areas well, knowing that the girls would be tasting
me down there. I wasn't too worried about pissing. Most of that
dripped out, nothing stuck around usually. Anyway, it just didn't bug
me the same way as the other area.
"We'd better wipe up really good after. You know, because we're going
to do stuff after," I said to Sherry. I meant for Maureen to do it
too, and me as well.
"OK, I will. But you know, we've been doing stuff a while, Maureen
and I," Sherry said. "Plus we're girls, so we're cleaner than boys.
You know that part?"
"I'm clean too!" I protested.
"I think you are too, not really like other boys," Sherry said. "But
I really, truly, pretty please have to go."
She ran into the bathroom. The girls' one. Maureen followed, and I
almost walked in too. Both girls were in a hurry, and I don't think
they noticed. Some other little girl did, though, and laughed. I had
to go run off into the boy's room, hiding.
I had to go too!
Not just number one, like I thought. Just like Sherry. I hadn't
thought how you could wipe and clean up so well in a public toilet.
At home I could use some water and wash my backside up a little. Here
I could only get some spit on the paper, to help out a bit.
I spent longer than normal doing all this. The girls were waiting
patiently for me when I finally came out.
"That feels much better," Sherry said, sighing. Laughing, too. We
all hugged, all three of us. Our walk to the toilets had been a sort
of shared ordeal. While not one of epic proportions, it was still
memorable.
It was a silly thing to talk about, comparing it to an explorer's
trip, like Marco Polo's trek to China. But I think we needed to be
silly for a while, to make up for all the seriousness today. I was
easy to laugh together with our best friends.
I was very glad about our talks. I'd told them everything, and it was
OK. Sherry was glad too.
"I'm happy, I love you Jeffie," Sherry said. We'd been talking about
other things, thinking our thoughts inside but not saying words like
love, or anything about sex.
It was OK to say it, really. No one we knew was around. Nor would
they care even if they were, not about kids saying things like that.
It was no big deal, really they'd say.
But it actually was. For us, love wasn't just a kid's game, not merely
another level of friendship. Maybe it was something like that, but
we'd promised much more.
"I love you too," I said. We were all hugged together again.
"I... Well, I'm glad that you're OK with that. Not doing it with me.
You are, aren't you?"
"Yes," I answered right away, without thinking. Saying it in the open
meant that we didn't say exactly what we were discussing. I had to
think about it, especially without anything leading up to this
question.
"It is really OK, really truly, I love you. I meant what I said
before, when it happened."
"I didn't want to say no. Because I love you, and that is what you
wanted to do . And I'd almost promised, and Maureen said it so many
times."
I nodded my head. I didn't know what to say about it. Annie and
Maureen had both done it, fucking me, going all the way as older
teenagers say. I wasn't missing out on the experience just because
Sherry didn't want to do it with me. But I still felt that we were
falling short of perfection in our relationship by not doing it.
"She wanted me to do it, you know?" Sherry asked quietly.
"I know. That's OK. I don't mind. I really don't. I did want to do
it though."
"You still do?"
I was trying to be honest. I wasn't sure how to say what it was that
I meant.
I said, "This is hard to talk about here, you know that? I mean, I
can't quite say it all where someone might hear?"
"I know. I kind of want to know, though."
Maureen just listened to us, didn't say anything. She hugged us both,
one arm over each of us.
I said, "Well, it's like this. I wanted to do it, and thought it
would be really nice. But not if you were unhappy from doing it. I
mean, I wanted it to be fun for you. I did think that maybe if I just
did it, you'd like it. I think that you would. Maureen does."
"It is nice," Maureen said, trying to help out.
"I don't know," Sherry answered. I wasn't sure what she didn't know.
"What do you mean, Sherry?" I asked.
"Well, it is confusing. Maybe we can talk about it later. I just
don't want you to do it, just because you think I'll like it. I
won't. I mean it! If you do it and I say not to, I..."
"I wouldn't do that. Trust me, I just couldn't do that. I only said
that I thought of it. I didn't do it. I wouldn't do it."
Sherry kissed me, a quick kiss on the lips. I noticed she had little
tears in her eyes, just tiny drops on her face. I wasn't sure what to
do or say.
Sherry broke away from us, and said, "I'm kind of hungry."
"I'm really hungry," Maureen said.
"Kind of like them three bears," I said. "We had a long walk in the
woods, and through the trees in the park. I don't want porridge
though."
"We have snacks back at the treehouse," Maureen said.
"I'm hungry now, though," Sherry said.
"We do have a little money. They have stuff to eat here."
We wandered over to the concession stand, and bought some hot dogs.
All three of us, which didn't seem unusual until we started eating.
"Look," Maureen said, as she pushed her sausage out of its bun. "This
one is nice and tender, good for licking."
She licked around the tip of the meat, letting us see her tongue slurp
the ketchup off. Having watched her do the same thing to my `hot dog'
between my legs, it was like she was doing it to me as I watched.
Sherry joined in the game, doing about the same thing with the other
end of her hot dog. She had to turn it around, because she'd already
bitten off and chewed up the other end.
I played the game too, sucking and licking on my hot dog. It wasn't
quite right for what I'd do to them, but it was fun to watch them as I
did it.
"That's nice. Kind of like what you and Jack do, I suppose," Sherry
said.
"I worry about talk like that," I said. But I kept on licking on the
hot dog, not biting it.
"It is OK. I don't think anyone can hear us, or will know what we're
talking about if they do."
There wasn't anyone really close by. We didn't sit right at the
tables by the beach. We were up the hill a bit, no one right next to
us.
Talking about me doing stuff with Jack shouldn't have felt more
embarrassing than talking about what I did with the girls. It
reminded me of how they felt, though, about having their relationship
exposed.
I went on licking the hot dog, sucking on it. Both of the girls did
the same thing. I wasn't thinking of Jack's thing - funny, I knew it
was a dick, but I didn't use that word in my mind - when I was doing
it. But I was sure that the girls were thinking about mine.
I bit the hot dog anyway, and went on eating it. Just eating. No
more playing at sucking or licking on it.
Until I noticed that the bun and dog together, laid flat on my plate,
looked like...
Well, not exactly like a girl's pussy. But I licked it there, on the
plate, making a nice show for the girls.
We finished up our small meal, just hot dogs and chips. But I was
already thinking ahead to what we'd do when we were alone together
again.
Maureen was kind of squirming in her seat. I'd thought about what
she wasn't wearing under them before, but in our rush to reach the
facilities I hadn't asked her more about it.
"How do your pants feel?" I asked. I wasn't sure how to word it, but
Maureen was smart, I knew she'd figure it out.
"OK. They feel really comfy, stickly comfy, when I squeeze my legs
together though. Now that we're more relaxed, I guess I notice it
more."
"Is it nice? Do you like how they feel?"
"I guess so. I'll need to try them out more, see how they fit."
Some kids, older ones I didn't recognize, ran near us. That ended
this conversation for a while. Part of me was sure that no one would
get what we were talking about. But that didn't matter, I knew what I
was feeling inside. Moreover, my dick let me know, getting nice and
hard. I squeezed my legs together, enjoying the sensation of the
cloth against my naked sensitive skin.
I was able to relax enough to let my hard on go away. The girls
didn't have to worry so much about their arousal being visible. Well,
maybe a bit on top, but nipples get hard in the cold air too. My
dick, with no underwear to restrain it, tended to poke out more
visibly.
We could have rushed to get back to the privacy of the treehouse. If
we wanted to spend more time talking in privacy and making love, that
is what we should have done.
We did start off walking back. But we passed the sandbox, by the
slides and swings. A great big one, big enough to make sandcastles
in, not just a tiny little kid's plaything.
There was lots of sand on the beach, but on warmer days moms would
bring the littler kids up here to play. Easier to watch that way, and
of course they all liked the slide, swings, teeter-totters, and so on.
"Remember making sand forts here before?" Sherry asked.
"Yeah, I like doing that."
"Wanna make one now?" | "Err..."
"I do," Maureen said.
"I do too," I answered. "I really do. It is maybe for kids
sometimes, but it is something big people can do too."
"I was worried a little, maybe someone we know might come along."
Maureen said.
"Does it matter?" Sherry asked.
"We do lots of things, and we don't care what other people think!" I
said.
I knew what big things we did, and we weren't telling anyone about
them. Playing in the sandbox seemed like a silly, trivial thing in
comparison.
It was fun to do it though. I knew it was, of course. Maureen was
right, someone might tease us big kids about doing it. But why should
we care? We were lovers, and the teasing we'd get about that would be
much worse.
Maybe playing in the sand was just a way to be kids, just little kids,
after all the serious grown up sex, love, and marriage talk?
Or it might just be that we'd done it before, when we'd first become
friends. I don't know, but sitting in the sand, working together to
build a little castle, making tiny "people" out of sticks, was simply
fun. I was so happy doing this with my friends, nothing else
mattered.
"Hey, what are you babies up to?" A boy's voice got our attention.
It was Andy. I liked Andy, really. I mean, he was nice playing ball
with, and never mean in school. So that maybe helped me stay calm
about this. He was funny, and did tease everyone just a little bit,
but it didn't get past fun teasing.
"We're just playing, and we're not babies!" I said.
"We don't have to grow up, not so fast." Maureen said. She looked
very serious about this.
"You look like babies," Andy said. There were a few other kids we
knew from school around too.
"What are you guys doing?" Sherry asked.
"Just hanging around."
"We were going to go by the lake, by the beach," Doug said.
"Maybe you can make sand castles over there?" I suggested.
"I don't know about that," Andy said. Then he went off, saying, "Have
fun you little tykes!"
When the others were gone, Maureen said, " I wonder what they'd think,
if we told him about the grown up games we played earlier?"
"We're going to play them later too," Sherry said.
"We can't tell anyone." I said. That was obvious, though.
"I know," Sherry said. "Do you think it is OK, playing with us like
this?"
"Like what" I asked.
"In the sandbox, here. With the little kids' stuff, just like when we
were little?"
"Yeah, I do. Kind of like Peter Pan. But we're more grown up, I
think."
Maureen said, "Maybe we're more mature than other kids. What does it
matter what they think? Remember saying that? Anyway, if we like
doing it, why should we stop doing it?"
We kept on playing. We didn't talk too much except about our
projects, building lots of roads and little sand houses. It felt
strange doing it, after this conversation. But it was fun, and I
really liked doing it with them. Maureen and Sherry both seemed to
enjoy it as well.
I don't know how long we spent there, but we got up, dusted the sand
off, then went to the bathrooms again. Mostly to wash up. I was
thinking about having sex later, and sandy fingers didn't seem like a
fun thing to touch girls with. Then, we got more drinks, and went
back to the playground. Why we didn't rush off to have sex again, I
don't know.
I wanted to go and do that. Maureen kept bumping into me and Sherry,
rubbing her body against ours. Sherry was all cuddling, hugging us.
We didn't kiss in the open, but we held hands and always were touching
each other as we walked around.
Even in the sandbox, we kept rubbing up against each other. But you
know, we did that even before we had sex. It was just part of how we
played together.
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