JZL11_11D: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"
                                
        JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"
                                
                                
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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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Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!

JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"

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JZL11_11D: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"

(mf oral rom, mg inc mast nosex)

by Jeff Zephyr

"You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!"



 

Tuesday:

I still hadn't told Jack about what was going on. Nor did I talk with
Cher about this last thing with Annie, even though I'd told her enough
so she knew what was going on.

Annie and I made love again, all naked. But despite Annie's plan to
hop on me and fuck me, we didn't do that. Instead, I insisted on
playing with her pussy and making her feel wonderful first, so she
returned the pleasure on me. We spent a little time on nipples today,
taking turns on kissing each other's just to play around.

We didn't talk about marriage plans. Those were long term things. Once
I knew that it was OK to think about it, and that Annie was happy with
the idea, I was willing to let the thoughts sit for a while. We had
ages until we had to worry about the details.

I told Jack a little more about what was going on. But even still, I
didn't let on yet that it was all real. I don't know why. It was fun
to talk with him about sex. But that is all we did . . . Talk. He
didn't ask for any closer contact, and I didn't offer or ask either. I
wasn't sure why that was, but part of it was that I was - and probably
he was - thinking only about girls.

Wednesday:

In school the next day, two shocking, annoying things happened. And
even though I had to go along with them, I was definitely not totally
happy about it.

At lunch, Paul and Karen came over by us four - my wonderful lovers
were hanging with me most days now - and talked for a while before
hitting the big point.

"It's our birthday party this weekend," Paul said.

"I know that," I said. They'd already invited me over, along with a
bunch of others. Annie had only been invited this last week, the rest
of us knew about it for a while. Twelve years old is sort of a big
deal, I guess.

"Well," Paul said slowly, "I'd like to have you sleep over for it."

I had stayed over one night with Paul before, but that was quite some
time back. I'd been over by his house a few times too. We were good
friends, but they lived fairly far away, though not that much farther
than Sherry, and I didn't see the twins much outside of school. It
didn't seem to be polite to say no, even though that meant that I
couldn't get together with my girlfriends. I thought about saying no
away, and waffled in my plans. My immediate answer was yes.

But right after Paul and Karen went off, I told Sherry, "You know, if
I do that I can't spend the weekend with you and Maureen."


Sherry said, "Go ahead, the birthday party is important too, you know!
We're going to the real party too, so we'll still see each other.
Birthdays only come once a year, and you don't know when you'll get to
do that again."

"We could at least get together on Saturday," I said.

"I can't make it Saturday, we're going somewhere, again. Sorry,"
Sherry answered. And that fixed that situation, because Maureen didn't
want to get together with me alone, not yet. It was like we could only
be together as a threesome, because that was how we always did it.

I clung to some hope, though. After all, though spending the weekend
with Paul would be fun, it couldn't compare with being with my
girlfriends. Not just the sex, but that was pretty amazing too.

This was also our sex education class day. I'd almost forgotten about
it. After all, I knew a whole lot more about sex than the class would
ever teach me, having done it and all that.

The spring sex education class was still segregated, boys in one room,
girls in another. This time, I paid a lot more attention to the
technical details than before. I didn't really want to ask too many
leading questions, so it was fortunate that the subject of actual sex
acts came up at the end, and I posed a question about the safety of
tasting sperm, and whether it could hurt a girl to do that. Well, the
health teacher didn't spend much time on the subject, but did clear up
that it was non-fattening and safe.

A more important issue was the interaction of menstruation and
pregnancy. The nature of the cycle, and the way that sex causes
pregnancy.

After school, we walked home like usual. But it wasn't like usual.

Right as we left the playground, Maureen whispered in my ear, "We
can't fuck anymore."

"Why?" I said out loud.

"Shhh," she said. "Don't say it out loud."

"OK," I whispered back.

Sherry and Annie were right around, but they let us carry on a whisper
in the ear conversation alone.

"You can get pregnant doing that."

Well, I couldn't. But I knew what she meant, and the thought alone
chilled me. We'd been doing it for a while, and I'd been certain that
we were safe from that outcome.

"It isn't safe."

Well, whispering this sort of thing is hard to do. So instead, we
huddled off by the street, all four of us, and talked very quietly.

"Maureen thinks it isn't safe to, well, do stuff which might make her
pregnant," I said out loud.

"If you're going to say that PG word, why bother pretending with any
of the rest?" Annie said, a little crossly.

"We have to talk about it," Maureen said.

"I know, I guess we do. Are you sure, like really sure? I don't want
to stop doing it," I said.

"I really like doing it too. Don't you know that? I like fingers and
other things, but it isn't the same as doing it with you. But I asked
that sex ed teacher, and she explained it."

"Oh. I suppose she knows the real dope."

"The facts, just the facts, ma'am," Maureen said. "No, really. A girl
who has periods can get pregnant. I definitely have them, you know?
And we were wrong about the counting the days time. Sherry and me,
ours don't come the same time each month. I mean, they usually are
close together, we both have it the same week, but sometimes it is
longer between."

Sherry said, "I guess that means that I shouldn't do it yet either,
definitely not yet."

"I guess not," I said. "What about Annie?"

"I don't know, she hasn't had periods yet. I think that is OK then,"
Maureen said.

"One thing for sure," Annie said. "We're too young to be getting
pregnant."

"Damn straight," I said. "Oh, that's what Annie's dad says, sorry."

I didn't like this news. But not only did I have no good arguments
against it, I was afraid myself of that sort of consequence. I mean,
if one of the girls got pregnant, everyone would find out. It would be
terrible for all of us.

Maybe we'd figure out something. I knew about condoms, but had no idea
about how to get them. Swiping a few from Dad was not a viable plan.
He'd notice, and that would be the end, just as bad as if we didn't
use one and...

Nope. Not on my watch, as they say on cop shows or things like that.

I wanted to rant a little, say how unfair it all was. But I said
nothing. I believed Maureen, and while I was a tad upset that Sherry
took this as a good excuse to delay doing it with me for who knew how
long, I wasn't going to argue with science.

I shivered, imaging Sherry being pregnant because of me.

I didn't know just how she'd feel about it, but it certainly would not
be good. Not good for us at all.

Well, we all kissed and hugged again. I was a bit sad, thinking about
not doing it with Maureen again.

"Cheer up, we can do all the other nice stuff," Sherry said. She
licked her lips, tongue swirling, and kissed me. A real, deep, long,
breath-sucking wet kiss, which felt amazing.

Her promise, I guess, that I wouldn't lack for enthusiastic oral sex
from her either.

Annie and I continued homeward. We missed the turn to the woods. We
were just talking, about school and stuff. Like we were distracted,
confused, not thinking about what we were really planning on doing.

So we had to cut through a yard in order to bypass her house. Because
one thing we didn't want to do was pass her house and get caught
there. OK, that wouldn't be any trouble, not in the parent grounding
bad stuff way. Just that Annie would be seen being out of school, not
at the library or otherwise being justifiably delayed.

Our game plan, to have an extra hour of unstructured time before
getting home required that our parents not know what we were doing
during that time.

Eventually, maybe, one of them might see us walking. But since our
dads worked later than when we got home anyway, that wasn't a big
risk, and our moms were home waiting for the other kids.

Annie shucked her clothes off quick, but slid her shoes back on again.
She'd skipped underwear again, though she had worn it Tuesday. I
didn't know why she put her shoes back on, but I did the same thing.

We were again not quite talking as we got naked. I don't know what
Annie was thinking, but she ran off and teased me, saying "Catch me
and you can have me."

"What do you mean?"

"I heard that in a movie."

She didn't run far. We zipped around the woods for a minute, not going
near the outer areas. She was quick, though. I thought I was fast
running, but though I was tall and long-legged, I couldn't spin around
under branches and turn as fast as Annie on the trails. I didn't quite
catch her.

When we finally got back to our private spot she said, "I guess you
can't have me."

"I'm confused."

"So am I. But since you were slow, is it OK if I catch you?"

She ran to me, grabbed my dick, and pulled on it. It popped out hard
in her hand, and she just knelt down fast and slurped it into her
mouth.

I spread my legs, leaned back against the tree. She liked doing this,
and today I felt like going along and doing what she wanted.

Part of me wondered why we hadn't fucked again. But I was a little
worried about that too. Sure, it was probably just fine, safe doing it
with Annie. But we had no one to ask, no way to check for sure.

I'd trust her judgement on it. I wanted to do it again, and losing out
on doing it with her would be a rotten deal.

If we'd never done it, maybe I wouldn't mind so much. Certainly, the
feel of her mouth, loving and tonguing my dick, now slurping on my
balls yet again, was amazing. I was resigned to having just that from
Maureen and Sherry, but then, I'd already decided that it was OK for
Sherry to be like that with me even before today.

Well, we'd soon grow up, get married and be together. Grown ups fucked
all the time and I knew they didn't get pregnant every time. There
were ways to work with this situation. Plus of course, we could have
kids when we got to be adults.

Standing up against the tree, I wasn't totally comfortable. I loved
what Annie was doing for me, and it was really close to being perfect.
I mean, I was getting close to coming. Only thing was, I figured that
I'd lose control and fall, and every time I started slipping down the
trunk, my orgasm would slip away.

I looked down. Annie's hand was between her legs. She'd done that
before when sucking on me but this time she was spread legged, sort of
stretched out to the left, and I could see her hand touching her
pussy. Pushing into it, even.

"You look so beautiful doing that. Both touching me and yourself."

She squeezed my dick with her fingers and sucked down really hard and
fast. It was sort of like she was smiling, even though she had her
mouth open around me.

I held on hard to the tree, trying not to slide as I came. Standing
upright, shooting into her mouth as she also rubbed herself too.

I didn't see her come from it, I closed my eyes when I came, and left
them closed for a long time.

"Did you?"

I hadn't asked that before. I wasn't sure it was polite to ask that
but this time, it wasn't like I was asking if I'd done it right for
her.

"What time is it?" she asked me.

Funny, I noticed how strange it was, she just didn't answer. Or even
ask me what I meant. But I knew what that question meant.

"The watch is in your clothes."

"Oops. Oh, I wish we had more time."

"I need to kiss you there a little," I said. I knew she knew where I
meant.

"OK, but just a little bit. I don't mind doing it more at home."

"I don't either. I mean, you know, I do it. Do you mind that I do
that, really?"

It was funny. We could have sex, but hard a hard time saying the words
about the act.

"You can jack off whenever you want. I like the idea that you think of
me when you do that."

"I love it when you think of me when you do it."

I kissed her on the lips, a long kiss and crushing naked hug.

That meant I used up any chance at actually giving her a quickie
orgasm.

I kissed her pussy, while she stood up. I licked it, sucked it hard.
But even though I tried hard to make it happen, we only had a couple
minutes - real true time - and it didn't work.

We got dressed, and kissed and hugged some more.

"I wish we had more time. One thing that I love doing is kissing and
hugging like this. I mean, for real," I said. "Just clothes on and
holding and talking, I love doing that."

"I love you too," she said.

As she moved to leave, I said, "Tomorrow is your turn. I'll do this
for you, like you did for me today. OK?"

"I love that idea."



When I got home, this all bothered me again. I didn't want it to but I
was both looking forward to just being with Sherry and Maureen again,
because we'd only had two naked days so far together, and I'd been
anticipating a repeat of the totally wonderful lovemaking, including
fucking Maureen again with Sherry helping out one or both of us. The
birthday party meant that we wouldn't have a chance to talk it over,
maybe work out some other arrangement.

There were lots of options for other sorts of sex. But I wondered if
there were other good ideas.

When I arrived home, Auntie and Mom were both downstairs so I slipped
into Auntie's room to peek at her books again. Cher came upstairs, but
I recognized her walk. I did try to hide the books anyway, but I
didn't get out of her (and Auntie's) room in time.

"I was looking at those books again. I wanted to learn more things to
make girls feel special," I said, when she noticed me in her room.

I had to explain, and then we both looked at the books together. It
had been a while since we'd done it together like that.

Cher had a green dress on. Just the dress. I think she sat like that
on purpose, spreading her legs out. But I didn't mind. The pictures in
the books showed more detail, or at least about the same, as the real
girl I was looking at. They were much more grown up, and that helped
too.

But it felt funny, and nice, to be back doing this sort of thing with
her, so casually. Not sexual, even though we were studying about sex.
Maybe I should have sent her off? But I found the view of her bare
pussy irresistible.

Or maybe it was just her presence as a girl? I mean, I was looking
specifically for things which pleased girls. Some of the stuff with
toys was interesting, because it was like what Maureen already did on
her own.

"A girl can stick things up there, inside her?"

"You want to be careful. Maureen poked her hymen out. But she was
already having her periods, bleeding there, so it didn't make a mess."

"Did it hurt?"

"Maureen acted like it didn't really hurt bad. I don't know, I guess
it probably does. But it also felt nice. You know, how touching
yourself can feel really nice."

"I know."

I didn't ask her, even with this opening, if she had an orgasm yet.
Looking at her was fine, but I feared an invitation to touch her. It
wasn't a big danger because I could just say no but I did like looking
at her. She seemed to enjoy playing naked with me, and looking at me.
While I didn't want to push that closeness farther, not when I had
excellent girlfriends who were better for that, I didn't want to lose
it yet either.

We got to the massage book. I'd looked at it before. This time, I was
willing to follow up with touching. After all, the massages weren't
about sex. Cher didn't even have to strip, as I rubbed her legs,
trying out different touches on them. All the way up her thighs, and
then right past her pussy - I just brushed it lightly -unable to
resist teasing her or something - as I stroked her abdomen.

I smiled, and she smiled back and then laughed because my touches
tickled her. I couldn't resist and went on tickling her. Her pussy
rubbed against my arm several times, and while I didn't avoid it, I
didn't aim for it either.

"So, are you going to do things like that with your girlfriends?"

"Tickling them?"

"Nope. I mean, the touching and the other kissing things from the
books?"

"I'd like to do it."

"Me too. I mean, when I get growed up like you. I mean, grown up more
like you."

"Who with?"

"I don't know. My boyfriend. You think I'll have a nice boyfriend when
I'm old like you?"

"I'm not so old."

"You know what I mean."

"Sure, I'm sure that you will."

"Thanks, that was fun," she said.

It was quiet in the house, and that made me worry some. We probably
weren't heard, and even if we were, giggling and tickling games were
nothing strange. But I put the books up, and we went off to play
outside. Cher didn't stick with me, which was probably just as well,
given how horny I was feeling.

I wandered across the railroad tracks, hoping that Annie might be out.
We'd never got together later after school on purpose, not once. But
it was easy enough for us to meet and play. It just required that we
both be out, maybe in the park?

Instead, I bumped into a bunch of other kids from school, and ended up
playing with them. I had no good reason to refuse, and if I stuck
around, maybe Annie would come by.

She did. But it was late, almost dark.

With everyone around, our friends, other kids, it felt very strange.

We were like that at school, except that all the while I'd been
playing, I was imagining being alone with Annie.

Since we weren't alone, that was very awkward. I couldn't stop myself,
I grew hard with arousal I didn't dare to let anyone realize that it
was because of Annie. She was just my friend, like lots of other kids.
We'd be teased, and maybe worse, if anyone realized why we were acting
as we were. Both of us, because Annie was just standing by me, looking
at me but not talking yet.

I smiled and looked away from her. "I think I'll have to go home
soon."

"I know. I'll see you tomorrow, bye!" Annie said. Then she ran off,
fast.

I left, slower. I wasn't interested in talking, didn't want to draw
attention to her.

I wished it was OK for us to just go off together, to walk home
together. Nobody seemed to notice us walking home. At least, no one
ever said anything about it.

But this was different. It was like we'd both gone out looking for
each other, and I could imagine everyone realizing just why we'd done
that.

I certainly was there looking for Annie. We'd said so little, and yet,
just seeing her that night was wonderful. I wished we could have
kissed, hugged. Even just held hands. But I knew we dared not let
everyone realize what was going on, that we really liked each other.

Maybe if we weren't having sex, I could have let others know. But I
feared for us. I wasn't sure that we could hide that part, not now.
Not like with Sherry and Maureen who everyone just got used to being
friends with me, nothing new or unusual.

It was terrific being with her after school every day. But after being
with Sherry and Maureen for a whole day, loving each other and talking
so much, so deeply, I wished that I could have more with Annie. Like
what I couldn't do with Maureen now. Like we hadn't done after school
today.

Oral sex was wonderful. It was pretty much all that Sherry and Maureen
had been doing anyway, so it wasn't as though they were really missing
out. I wondered, could it be that Maureen was doing that, saying no
more to fucking, because Sherry wasn't?

I hated myself briefly for thinking that. I was sure she was honest
about her reason, and it made sense too. Still, I wanted one more
time, for comparison. To see if it was really no big deal, not to do
it again, as long as they kept on blowing me, sucking on me.

`I wanted to do that with Annie,' I thought, realizing what had driven
me to seek her out like this. Well, there was tomorrow for that.
Except that I hadn't given her an orgasm, not like she did for me.

Which was more important, satisfying my curiosity, learning whether
fucking was not that special compared to wonderful dick sucking, or
pleasing Annie, making her happy?

The conclusion was obvious enough that it made me smile. I was still
smiling when I got home, and still feeling that way as I went to bed.
Maybe on Friday, I could have Annie do it with me twice, both ways? A
science experiment, so to speak, to discover the answer to my burning
question.


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