JZL11_10Q: I Wish I Could Stay, But I Have To Go

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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003.  Please don't distribute
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Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2003.


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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...

- 10 Q -

JZL11_10Q: I Wish I Could Stay, But I Have To Go

Time sure flies when you're having fun.

I was laying naked on my back, my dick soaking wet from the amazing oral love
provided by my two girlfriends and totally exhausted with pleasure.  

Sherry and Maureen were cuddled between my legs.  Kissing each other, so I let
them do that.  I mean, I didn't try to get up, even though my legs were spread
wide and would get uncomfortable soon.

I had to be home before dark.

Here I was, almost twelve years old.  In love, serious love, until death do all of us
part sort of love.  Making love, having sex, doing it all like real lovers.

But I still had to get home before dark, just like a little kid.  Otherwise, my parents
would be upset. I might get grounded. 

That would be terrible, because how could I go out and have a nice next weekend
making love with the girls if I was grounded.

We all knew that part.  Maybe Sherry and Maureen could stay out just a little later. 
They lived closer to the lake than I did.  Plus their parents weren't so strict about
the `being out after dark' thing.  Mine weren't either, if I got home and went out
for just a little while, in the neighborhood.

The girls got up, then lay on each side of me.  We kissed.  Our faces were kind of
messy, wet with sex juices, so this time our kissing including licking each other off. 
It felt funny, tickling funny, but also very nice to do that.

I didn't want to go.  In fact, despite my intense orgasm, I felt aroused again.  Even
if I wasn't ready to come again, I was sure that I could do nice things to the girls. 
I was pretty sure that Maureen hadn't got her lovely climax, and both girls
deserved a reward for making me feel so wonderful.

There wasn't time to do that.

"I'm sorry, I'd love to stay with you here forever, but I really have to go home," I
said.

"I know," Maureen said.  "I wish you could stay too."

"Or better yet, just come home and sleep in my room," Sherry said.

"Me too," I said.  "Either of those."

I got up.  

The girls lay together cuddling.  They'd been touching each other all along, even
while kissing me.  

"If you want to stay a while," I said, "you know, to finish up - I didn't notice
Maureen get an orgasm from that last time with me - you could do that."

"That's so sweet," Sherry said.

"I don't know," Maureen said. "Well, actually, I really would like to do it here one
more time.  It feels so nice, being naked, outside, up in a tree.  It would be cool to
be out here under the stars."

"Yeah.  But maybe we should walk Jeff home?  Or at least carry stuff back to my
house?"

What to do?  It hurt, looking at them.  I mean, despite being with them all day,
naked most of the time, they were so lovely cuddled together that it lifted my
spirit, brightened my day.  And gave me another hard on.

It would be nice to find out if I could do it again, make love some more. 
Someday, I was sure that we'd have time to see just how long we could do it.
This wasn't the day, though.  I could just imagine my parents yelling at me, having
a whole day to play with my friends - a special treat, going to the lake - and
blowing it all by staying out past dark.

I said, "I really have to go home, you know?  My parents will ground me, or
worse, if I don't."

The girls got up then, and hugged me.  Kissed me.  Petted my hard dick, each
putting one hand on it and squeezing it gently.

I returned that favor, touching two wet pussies.

"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?" Maureen asked.  She stroked my
dick. I was sure she wanted to fuck it again, feeling it inside her once more.  She'd
need to wait almost a month before it would be OK to do that again. 

I wanted that too. But I'd been careful about trouble lately.  I didn't want to get
grounded.  I especially didn't want to do anything which might expose what we
were doing, or mess up my after school time with Annie.   As long as it was just
regular playing, or after school study stuff, no one would pay much attention to
what we were really doing.

"I'd really love to stay.  But I have to go."

We kissed some more.

"I can take the empty soda bottles and stuff back to your house when I go though. 
That way, you guys will have less stuff to carry." We had to take them back, of
course, for the deposit.  That was how it worked with soda bottles.

"That is really nice," Sherry said.  "You know, well, I really kind of would like to
stay here longer and talk with Maureen too.  This, well, everything today.  Us
being together."

"And it is a nice place, a wonderful day," Maureen said.

I stayed naked as I gathered stuff up, and the girls helped with that.  

Then I got dressed.

The girls stayed naked.  It felt strange, being dressed with them naked, and hot.

I mean, I could smell their sweet girl scent.  Maybe I had an aroma too, because I
was aroused, but at least the semen was pretty much licked and rubbed clean off
me.

I kissed both of them.

"It is getting kind of chilly," I said.

"That's OK, we're alright I think," Sherry told me.

I hugged them both.  Then, I said, "Let me tuck you in, under the blanket."

The girls lay down, side by side.

I couldn't resist one more special kiss.  Their pussies were so sweet looking, and I
knew that both were really turned on.

"Ooh, that is really nice, Jeffie," Sherry said, as I kissed and licked her pussy
gently.

I moved to Maureen.  I dared not spend enough time to bring either close to
orgasm.  I was running close to being late as it was.

She was very wet, hot, and I couldn't help licking and sucking her hard for a
minute or two.  She sighed, and said, "I really do love you, you know that?"

And came.  I was surprised.  But maybe all of the things we were doing were just
what she needed, and my last bit was just right.  I was glad, I'd made her feel
happy.


I got up, pulled the blanket up over the girls.  They cuddled under it.  Kissed, but
mostly just cuddled.

Then I got dressed.  I was still hard after all this, so it was a bit uncomfortable, but
I'd been like that before in my jeans, so I didn't really mind.

I collected up my bags and stuff.

"Goodbye," I said.  "Maybe we can get together later tomorrow?"

I knew we couldn't get together in the morning, because usually one or both had
church.   Sometimes they could get out of that, but not after being away playing all
day at the lake.

"I don't know," Sherry said.  "I'll call you."

I started down, then went back to the girls and kissed both again.

I left them there, naked under the blanket, snuggling each other.  They were
talking quietly, then giggling, as I climbed carefully down the tree.

It was still before sunset, but not so bright as to easily see in the woods.  But I was
sure I'd find my way home just fine.

I felt odd. 

Worn out.  

Exhausted.  

Exhilarated.  

Confused.  

Happy.

Lots of things.  My mind was whirling.  The whole world seemed off balance.  It
wasn't simply exhaustion, not physically.  I didn't know what it was, but it didn't
feel bad.

Strange, how all of that didn't seem important while we were together.  But as
soon as I was alone, walking toward's Sherry's house, it hit me.

I was sorely tired between my legs.  It sounds funny, but it was true.  I wasn't
hurting.  Merely aware of just how much I'd used parts of me in ways I'd never
tried before.

I missed them already.

Then I got mad.

Not really angry.  More like confused.  Worried, about so many things.

I had to tell Annie what we'd figured out.  While we were together, making love,
chatting in the nude in a tree, it seemed simple and obvious: Annie and I would
promise to be together forever, just like Sherry and Maureen.  Then all four of us
could be together, for the rest of our lives.

Forever didn't seem so long when we were together.  Alone, it was daunting.  I
mean, just barely twelve years old, could we know that yet? I thought so.  But did
I truly feel it?

I'd hate it if I didn't have Annie.  She loved me, and that was a big thought to bite
into.  She'd got naked with me, and made love to me.  Fucked me, because she
was in love with me.

I "liked" her.  I'd said it, felt it, and yet I knew it didn't quite mean that I was in
love with her that way.  Not before that first time in the woods, anyway.

But she'd done it only after I started it. I was the one who put his mouth on her
pussy first. OK, we got naked and kissed, that was her idea.  Except that I'd
suggested it more than once before.  Maybe she had a better idea of what getting
naked meant than I?

Truly, I was thinking about doing stuff like I did with Debbie, just playing around. 
Not sex.

Not because I didn't want to have sex.  Nope, that wasn't it.  I just figured that
like our strip poker games, we weren't quite ready to do more than just play
around, tease about sex, show off a little, maybe cuddle and kiss.

It was too late to go back to that now. Way too late.  Part of me wanted to run
back to the treehouse, make love to Sherry and Maureen all night long.  If we were
truly free, no parents to get in our way, I'd do just that.

They were back there, talking and making love.

The talking part bothered me.  We'd talked about so many secret things, but I still
felt a little left out.  Sherry was doing more than just having sex with Maureen.  I
knew them well enough.  Mostly, it never bugged me when they wanted to talk,
girlfriend to girlfriend.  It was like how I wanted to tell someone else about today. 
Even just to think about it, all on my own as I walked home, that was very special.

I wanted more time to be with them, and more time to figure out just where we
stood.  We'd said it, for sure.  Lovers forever, growing up together, living in
harmony for the rest of our lives.  I was sure of that future.

But how did I get to it from here?

Well, not here, so much.  I was very distracted, and I almost walked across the
busy street without checking for traffic.  That was very unusual for me, after the
car accident.  

I stood for a while, just waiting.  It scared me some, and I needed that distraction. 
Why?  I knew myself well enough.  I couldn't figure all this out quite so quickly. 
It wasn't like a math problem or history homework.  I needed time to sort out my
feelings, and rest.  And maybe talking with Jack and Cher.  Maybe even with
Jimmy?

It was OK now to tell him.  I had to get naked, same rule as Annie set up for me.  
Silly rule, but it was nice, because anyone who trusted me enough to get naked
with me could probably be trusted with our secrets.

Not all, of course.  But the main things.

Sherry and Maureen had each other to talk with.  That made things just so easy for
them.  Or maybe not.  I realized that telling me, letting me know that they were
lovers, helped them out too.  I accepted them, loved them, thought they were the
greatest girls ever, despite the fact that they were Lesbians.

That is what they were.  I mean, they were probably doing it with each other
without me right now, and practically every night.

Could I do that with Jimmy?

My best friend, my lover.  Intellectually, it was a perfect solution.  We could sleep
together and make love.

He was a boy.  I was a boy.  But so what?  Sherry and Maureen were both girls,
and they had a lovely relationship of which I was envious.  Not jealous, that is a
different thing.

There were differences.  Jimmy and I didn't get along quite like Sherry and
Maureen.

Jimmy never tried to kiss me, or touch me like that.  We'd lay beside each other in
bed, but we never rubbed each other's back, let alone more sensitive places.  We
were comfortable with masturbating together -- I thought of it with that word, not
jacking off or something like that.  A bit of teasing, getting naked together, but
still, it didn't seem to show much sign of turning into sexual practice, let alone a
love affair.

If he wanted to do it, I would.  That part seemed pretty obvious.  But I had no
idea how to ask him to try anything like that.

I wasn't sure that I really wanted to do it.  Even though I avoided thinking it, there
were some pretty bad words for boys who do stuff like that.

Probably there are for girls too, which is why Sherry and Maureen had to be
careful.  Nobody could find out, because it would only take one blabbermouth to
ruin everything.  Bad enough if everyone knew that I did it with them, but if their
parents knew that they were doing it... I don't know.  The same applied to me,
trying stuff out with Jack.  Or even Cher.  Let alone Jimmy. 

Anyway, it was very confusing.  I needed to talk about this with someone else, and
the girls were back there.  Annie was home, probably, but it was too late to go out
with her either.  

I stopped by Sherry's house, rang the bell, and told her mom that the girls had
stayed by the lake a little longer.  I dropped off the empties, the extra blanket and
packs, and went home.

Walking home is relaxing in many ways.  I hadn't thought about it, but my hard on
was gone.  Had been for blocks, maybe miles.  Anyway, despite my horniness - I
could feel a desire to touch myself - I was more tensed up than anything else.

Mostly, I was very happy.   Really.

I should have been, of course.  Made love all day, and my friends had accepted
everything.  Most important of all, we'd made a huge decision.

Saying we'd be together forever was easy.  I meant it, but it was hard not to think
about how it could go wrong.

Then right after that, I'd think about how perfect everything was for us.

Except with Annie.

It was very nice with her.  I couldn't wait to explain this all to her, but I wasn't
certain that she'd feel the same way.  Even if she did, well, she was in love with
me, and though she accepted Sherry and Maureen now, would that fly for the rest
of our lives together?  Was she ready for that kind of commitment?

I was. I decided that, right at that moment.  There were things to figure out, more
stuff to talk over, but it wasn't just wanting to have sex with them.

Sex was irresistible.  I wanted it, probably didn't matter who I did it with, it felt
nice.  I had three girls for comparison, and it was great with all of them.  Maybe if
I had only one I'd think it was just that one special girl.  But even though all three
were special, I reasoned . . .  Well, I always did that.  Analyzing things.  Trying to
be logical, scientific, somewhat detached.  Like Mr. Spock on Star Trek.  Only I
knew that I had emotions, and though it would be fine to get rid of the really
horrible painful depressing ones, I'd hate to lose the super happy times.

Like all of today, making love, being in love, being together.

They wanted me.  All three of them.  Annie walked with me into the woods and
got naked, or partly so, every day because she wanted to do it with me.  Sherry
and Maureen waited so patiently to get a whole day with me, but then we spent the
entire day `doing it'.

TV shows and movies gave the vague impression that girls had to be persuaded to
do it with boys.  I was too shy, or at least not very forceful, so I hadn't done that. 
At least, not in any pushy, demanding, or tricky way.  My real girlfriends weren't
like the fake stuff on TV.  They wanted to do it, and did it enthusiastically.

Then again, I couldn't remember TV shows with two girlfriends making out.  Not
even counting them having a boyfriend, who had a girlfriend, and somehow they'd
all be together.  Probably, there was a movie out there somewhere like that, but it
was rated R or for adults, not anything I'd ever see.

Oh well.  Movies didn't teach us as much as books, or other people.  It was fun,
but not the same thing.

As I got home, I figured out one more thing:

Annie needed to be asked first.

Told, too.  Well, see, I'd need to tell her what happened, and explain what we
three had figured out.  But I had to ask her, too.

I never asked Sherry to marry me, not exactly.  It just happened.  I mean, I can't
remember anything other than walking along, talking about getting teased about
being married - the "sitting in a tree" rhyme - and declaring that it would be just
fine if we did that.  Adding Maureen into it came naturally.  She was with Sherry,
and I obviously loved her too.  Once we decided that two girls could be together,
it was no trouble to add one boy to the mix.

With Annie it was different.  I felt more like we were, well, going out on dates or
something like it, not just playing and growing up together in love.  That probably
would happen.  After all, it had been nearly five years since Sherry and I figured
out that we could be married when we grew up.

So the first thing I needed to do was to wait.  Not to tell Jimmy, or even Jack and
Cher, about this.  I had to talk with Annie first.

Plus you know, while I trusted them not to talk about me having sex, being
engaged to marry was another thing.  Too big a deal not to tease about a little.

I could feel that myself.  Our grade school promise, when we were only seven,
wasn't so serious.  I mean, it was, because I meant to keep promises, but it wasn't
because it was more like "When we grow up, we might get married."

Now, it wasn't indefinite.  In fact, it wasn't about the married part.  We would
make love and live together, because we were so happy together.

Like that nice song, you know, by The Turtles?  I liked that one, "me and you, so
happy together?"  I let myself daydream along to it for a while.  It was one I could
play through whole now, and it really fit my mood.

Only of course we had more than me and you, but the idea should work out with
four of us, right?


I was feeling pretty nice by the time I arrived home.  Quite tired.  The sex was
maybe part of that, but I'd done a lot of walking around too.  Plus all that thinking
and deciding tired me out too.

It was kind of dark when I got home.

I didn't even think about that part.  

Mom was mad at me.  I had to apologize a lot, and explain some stuff about what
happened to make me late.

I didn't lie.  But I couldn't tell the whole truth either.

"I'm really tired, Mom.  I'm sorry, it was light out when we left the beach, by the
park.  I thought I'd make it home in time."

I figured that somehow, what I'd done might be noticed.  Surely, Mom would
notice that I was happy, distracted, not my usual self.

But maybe I was just like that other times.  I had fun, and even if it was different
from other fun times playing with my friends, Mom didn't ask anything which
suggested I'd done anything wrong.

Sometimes, she could be quite nice.  Most of the time, really.  Maybe in a few
weeks, I could ask to stay out later, like other older kids, and she might let me?


Well, it was late, but I hadn't eaten supper, so Mom made me some.  I went to
bed, and didn't really tell Cher or Jack anything much about what happened.  "We
played at the lake, and had a lot of fun today," I explained.

I knew that Jack knew better.  But I was really tired, and he'd been off playing and
stuff today too, so he didn't bug me about it as I went to sleep.

Which was just as well, because despite my decision to wait to talk to Annie first, I
would have told him part of it, just to see what he thought.  I supported him liking
his girlfriend, and it would be nice to have him be happy for me too.

I'm sure he was, of course.  But so far, I didn't know exactly if he thought I was
happy because of the sex - or at least pretending about it - or if it was because I
was in love, a real romance.  Mushy stuff, kids call it.  But unlike a lot of boys, I
didn't turn away from that sort of thing in the movies or on TV.  Or in real life,
unless somebody teased me about it.

I almost drifted off to sleep.  But laying in bed, I kept seeing my girlfriends. 
Naked, making love together.  Even Annie, with Maureen.  

That I didn't think was going to happen.  Not only that, but it didn't seem
important to me.  I thought about turning on the little lamp, or using my flashlight,
to look at my naked pictures and magazines.

Why?  I had excellent real naked girlfriends to look at, and think about.  But that
was different.  The pictures were nice to think about, to help me put things in
perspective.  My girlfriends would grow up to be women, like those in the
pictures.  I'd grow up too.  We wouldn't be quite the same.  

Maybe, we'd do it with other people as we grew up too.  Sherry and Maureen
both suggested it.  I was already doing it with Annie, too, and they were together
as girlfriends, but there were years to go before we'd be grown and free to truly
live together. 

I wasn't sure about that.  But I was positive that my fantasies wouldn't be about
them every time.  They hadn't been, and despite this really wonderful day, I
couldn't quite think only about them.

Well, not exactly.  I tried rehearsing my proposal for Annie, and that got mixed up
with the idea of us four being naked together at our wedding.  Everyone else
naked too. I filled in some bodies from other girls in my memory, Jimmy and that
bunch too.  

A four way naked kiss, that would be something.

I'd barely touched myself, in the real stroking way, but that thought and a few
seconds of rubbing made me come in my underwear.  I pulled it off, wiped off
some, licked a little bit off too.  Then, I left it on the floor, and lay back to sleep,
naked under the sheet, dreaming of my lovely girlfriends.




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