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 NOTE THIS These stories are fiction.  They are based on the lives of these
characters, which may or may not exist, but in no way should be considered
biographical or autobiographical.  They contain sexual content that some
people may find offensive and/or immoral.  They are written to entertain
those people who don't find it offensive or immoral.  They are written for
adults, so look at your driver's license, do the math, and be sure that you
are at least 18 years of age before reading them.

   Tanya factoids and cast of characters for this series:

   Tanya 9 yrs old (relative to the story of course)

   Brad (Tanya's brother) 14 (5 years difference)

   Kyp (Brad's best friend) 16 (7 years)

   Dennis 12 (3 years)

   Francine 11 (2 years) Jonah (Francine's brother) 6 (3years)

   Janet 9 (same)

   Shelly 6 (3years) Bobbi Jo (Shelly's sister) 5 (4years)







   Little Tanya My First



   It was really freezing walking home from school.  I was walking alone,
and since I was a little late today, there was really no one else going the
same way anymore.  When I got into my neighborhood I saw Dennis riding down
the street towards me on his bike.  Things had kind of cooled out between
Dennis and I a pretty long time ago, but we were still pretty good friends.
I missed being with him, making out, and just the way he used to hold me
really tight, but I guess the age difference made him feel weird or
something.  We had our first 'show and tell' experiences when I was 9 and
he was 12.  We would kiss and make out for hours after that.  It went on
for a couple of months and we'd gotten as far as masturbating each other,
but nothing else.

   That was the extent of my experience with boys.  I had a crush on my
brother's friend Kyp who was 16 when I noticed him (and me still 9), but
except for a comedy of errors, which had me accidentally exposing my little
pussy and butt to him, and some really sweet stroking of my hair while we
watched TV, that went nowhere.

   Now, I said that was the extent of my experience with boys.  But, I had
a steamy night with Francine.  Francine was 11 and she was kind of our
ringleader.  She was the oldest of the young girls in my 'hood', and the
prettiest.  She was very mature, and kind of was our mother hen.  She
looked after all the little ones and kept us all playing nice; also she was
sweet on Kyp, like me.  The problem for me was that he seemed interested in
her too.  I saw him at her porch talking to her late at night a few times.
Francine used to sleep on her porch in the summer.

   The summer when I was 9 I slept over at her house one night and we slept
on the porch.  We were having girl talk about boys, and I told her about my
thing with Dennis.  She told me about a boy at church camp, and they had
gotten about just as far as Dennis and I.  While she was telling me she was
rubbing her feet on mine.  I said, "It feels nice when someone else touches
you doesn't it?" She said, "Well, it depends who's doing the touching" And
then she proceeded to tell me about her uncle and some scary bath times she
had when she was younger.  She finally told him she'd tell if he didn't
stop, and he went away.

   While she was telling me the story she had leaned forward and she was
now rubbing my feet with her hands.  It felt nice and so I just leaned back
and enjoyed it.  Francine was only 2 years older than me, but she had a way
of being very adult.  I always felt like she was in control, no matter
where we were, or what we were doing.  She pulled my feet far up on her lap
and continued to rub then, and now she was working her way up my calves. 
"Do you like this?" she asked.  "Yes, I love it." Then she asked, "Do you
want a back rub?" I said sure, and as she released my legs I turned over. I
was wearing one of my Dad's T-shirts; I had given myself all his clothes
when he left us a couple of years before.  She said, "I really can't rub
your back if you're wearing this big thing." So I took it off.  I was
wearing nothing but my yellow 'white dot' panties.

   When she started I could tell she was very good at this.  She alternated
between being rubbing very hard with all her weight and touching me light
like a feather.  She would go up my back to my neck then down to the top of
my panties very lightly, and over and over.  Somehow she could tell when I
was just about to jump out of my skin and she would massage me hard for a
while.  She was sitting on my thighs and squeezing them a little with her
legs.  Pretty soon she said, "Don't move", and went to blow out the candle.
She got back in the same position and started again, only now I could feel
her sliding her body a little higher on mine, and I thought that her pussy
must be right against my butt.  I felt her shifting around and realized she
took off her shirt, and then she laid down on me.  Her face was right in my
hair and she ran her hands out my arms.  I could feel her nipples on my
back, and her breath on my ear.  I didn't know what I was supposed to do,
she just lay there, and I don't think she really knew what she should do
either.  After about 5 minutes she finally said, "This is nice, isn't it?"
I said, "It's great, I could sleep like this".  She said "good", and moves
some of her weight off of me so it wasn't so awkward, and brought her face
right up beside mine.

   We snuggled closer little by little until my left arm was over her back
and her right hand was right on my butt.  Then it happened.  She came in
and kissed me.  It was the softest kiss ever.  I could taste a little iced
tea and mint toothpaste on her lips.  We didn't have a short kiss, it was
really long, but it never got hard, it was just like we locked our lips and
rested for while.  She kissed me again and again like that, and soon she
kissed my cheek, my ear, and on down to my neck.  When I was turned totally
on my side she put her lips on my chest right in the middle above my
nipples.  She said, "Tanya, I really think you're beautiful".  I said, "I
think you are too." It seemed like the thing to say, but I really did think
she was.  Francine has a Mexican Dad, and an Italian Mom.  She got the best
of both of them.  She was very dark in the summer, and her hair and eyes
were as black as a raven's.  And, right at that moment I was thinking that
her body was lovelier than anything I had ever seen.  I stroked her hair
and pushed her head over to my nipple slowly.  She didn't say a word; she
just started kissing it, and then sucking on it.  I was going to heaven!

   She sucked on my nipples for a long time and then I pulled her up and we
kissed some more.  When I finally got brave enough I went down on her
chest. I guess her tits were about like plums; they were really firm and
perfectly rounded, with the tiniest little nipples, even smaller than mine.
Boy, were they hard, I felt them with my tongue while I sucked on her tits.
She was moaning and she pulled me up to her face.  She kissed me again,
only this time it was harder and with her tongue.  She pushed her pussy up
against mine, and even though we were still wearing panties she started
rubbing her body against me.  I could feel her pussy lips spreading mine
from the pressure and I started to rub back.  I started to sweat and I
could feel her getting all tensed up and I could tell she came, and me a
few seconds later.  It was so fantastic I nearly passed out.

   We didn't move for a long time, and then finally we snuggled in for a
nice slumber.  When I woke up she was lying there staring at me and our
pinkies were locked together.  We kissed a little and then we got showers
and played outside.  We had a couple more over-niters and for years after
that we always had a special way of showing how we loved each other...we'd
just hook our pinkies and smile.

   to be continued...