Author: wolfcub Title: New Territory Summary: A girl writes to her best friend about her new home. Keywords: b+g 1st inc Dear Keira, Greenville sucks! (Don't let your mom see this, or she'll tell my mom, and you know how she doesn't like me using that word.) But, I mean, Greenville REALLY sucks! There aren't any girls our age in my new neighborhood. I've seen a few high school girls and some little kids--maybe 6 or 7 years old--but there's not a single girl even close to eleven. Mom got tired of me whining and told me to "go play." I went riding on my bike and saw some boys our age, but they didn't even notice me. I stopped to watch them play football, but it was like I was invisible or something. Who wants to hang out with stupid boys, anyway! Your lonely friend, Dana *** Dear Keira, Mom found out that there's a public pool nearby. She said I should go, "unless you want me to find something for you to do, here." You know what THAT means. I wore the bikini that I got with you, last summer. (Good thing Mom or Dad didn't come across it when we were unpacking!) I guess I must have grown a lot, since then, because it fits really tight over my butt (No, I'm not getting fat! Shame on you!), and it hardly covers my you-know-what. The top's still loose because I still haven't started to fill out, like you have. I put a t-shirt and shorts on over it because Mom would still kill me if she saw me wearing it. She's such a bore! When I got to the pool, I saw those same boys, there. They ignored me again--until they saw me in my bikini! I took off my t-shirt and shorts, then sat down on the edge of the pool and put my feet in. My back was to them, but I heard them talking about me. After a minute, Alex came over and sat down on one side of me, and Bobby sat down on the other. Bobby's a little pudgy, but he's cute. He has wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and a nice smile. Alex is skinny with short, blond hair and dreamy eyes. (Don't say it, Keira Lynn! I know what you're thinking, girlfriend!) I also met Austin, Noah, Jason, and Tyler, but they're all goofy. Bobby and Alex are cool, though. After swimming, I went to the 7-Eleven with the boys to get drinks. I told them I didn't have any money with me, but Alex bought me a Slurpee. The boys call him "Mr. Money Bags" because he mows lawns for the neighbors and always has a lot of cash. Oh, and I was really naughty, Keira: I wore my bikini into the store! I didn't put my t-shirt or shorts on; I didn't even bother to put my shoes on. It was really cool! The boys went in in just their bathing suits, so I figured, why not? The guy at the register kept giving me strange looks, but he didn't say anything. Alex kept checking out my butt. I kept catching him doing it. He'd pretend that he wasn't, but every time I caught him, he'd blush. He kept adjusting himself, too. I think he had a stiffy. (I know: Ew!) After that, we all went to Bobby's house. His parents weren't home--and you know how my Mom feels about that--but it was better than spending the day alone and bored. Alex suggested we play Twister. (You know, like we used to do with your brother and his friends.) He was SO obvious about it, but I pretended like I didn't suspect anything. All the boys got stiffies. (I know because I felt them against my butt and my legs. Ew!) An argument started over whether or not Noah had fallen, and the boys started to wrestle. I got involved. You won't believe it, but I'm stronger than all of them, except for Bobby and Alex. While we were wrestling, Bobby pulled Noah's bathing suit down. He's got a really small winkie! It's not even as big as Stacy's baby brother's. That made Noah really mad. He and Tyler ganged up on Bobby and pulled his suit down, but all I got to see was Bobby's butt. I thought Noah and Bobby were going to start fighting for real, but Alex stepped in and broke it up by saying it was no big deal to be naked in front of a girl. Alex told Noah that he'd take his own bathing suit off if all the other boys would do it, too. For a moment, I thought I was going to get to see six naked boys, but no one besides Alex seemed to want to do it because the other boys got really quiet. About then, I noticed what time it was and told the boys I had to get home. Daddy's taking us all out to eat, tonight. You won't believe it, Keira: I got home, and I got half way to my room before I realized that I wasn't wearing anything except my bikini! Good thing Mom wasn't in the living room! Feeling better but still missing you, Dana *** Dear Keira, I kissed a boy, today! Alex showed up at my house early in the morning. Mom let him in, and all I was wearing was that long t-shirt that I sleep in. I didn't even have any panties on! (You know I haven't worn any since that sleepover, last summer.) Alex kept looking at my legs and adjusting himself. (I just know he had another stiffy.) Even though I was more covered up than when I was just in my bikini, it felt really weird being with a boy and not having any panties on. There's no way Alex could have known, but I still felt all nervous, inside. He said he wanted to show me the park. When I told him I had to get dressed, he followed me into my room! I told him, again, that I had to get dressed. He smiled a devious grin, and said, "That's okay," while not making any move to leave. I had to push him out. I was surprised that his chest was so soft. (He wasn't wearing anything except a bathing suit, like he had been, yesterday.) I think he liked me touching him because he made me push him all the way out to the living room. I put on my green, spaghetti-strap top (you know, the one that shows off my belly, a little) and those really short denim shorts. I decided to go barefoot because Alex wasn't wearing any shoes, either. The park's really cool. It's on a canal, and it has paths that wind through the woods. Alex took me under the bridge that goes over the canal. We sat under the bridge listening to the cars and watching some birds on the water. We even saw a small alligator! Alex sat really close to me. It was kind of fun having a boy sitting with me, like that. All of a sudden, he just says, "You want to make out?" Just like that! I was so surprised, all I could say was, "What?" He said, "You know, kiss." I told him that I knew what "making out" meant and asked if he always asked girls that when he took them to the park. He said I was the first girl who ever went to the park with him. Then, he asked me again. When I didn't answer him, he asked me if I wanted to see his wiener! Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and pulled off his bathing suit! I almost died! His winkie is about two inches long, and it was sticking straight out from his body. While I was staring at it, he asked, "Can I see yours?" I told him I didn't have a wiener. He laughed and said, "You know what I mean." Believe it or not, I only thought about it for a second, then I got undressed for him. I was completely naked with a completely naked boy in a public park! That's when he leaned forward and kissed me, briefly, on the lips. I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything. Then, he leaned forward and kissed me, again. This time, he took an little longer, and he used his tongue! (I know: Ew times ten!) As if that weren't bad enough, while he was kissing me, he put his hand between my legs--and I let him! I was curious to see what his stiffy felt like, so I thought it was only fair that he got to touch me. I put my hand around it and squeezed. It was really hard underneath, but the skin was really soft on top. It was way cool! We stood there kissing and rubbing each other for a long time, then he started grabbing at my legs and trying to pull his stiffy away from my hand. I let it go, but then I realized that he was going to try to put it inside of me! I pushed him away and told him that we better get dressed. He looked really disappointed, but he picked up his bathing suit and pulled it back on, and I got dressed, too. When we climbed out from under the bridge, we ran into Bobby and Tyler. They gave us a strange look, but they didn't say anything. We met up with the other boys and played football until lunch time. (Don't worry: I'm not turning into a tomboy; there's just nothing else to do, here.) The boys wanted me to meet them at Bobby's house after lunch, but Mom made me help her unpack some stuff in the garage and do other "moving in" stuff. I know this is going to gross you out, Keira, but now that I'm writing this, I kind of wish I had let Alex put his stiffy in me. Hoping you don't think bad things about me, Dana *** Dear Keira, I ALMOST did it, today. Yes, the big IT. Mom made me help her out with the yard work in the morning, but I went swimming in the afternoon. This time, it was only with Bobby and Alex. Afterwards, we went to Bobby's house to watch a movie. I was between Bobby and Alex on the couch. We were all still in our bathing suits. Shortly after the movie started, Alex kissed me on the cheek. When Bobby saw that, he kissed me on the other cheek. Then Alex kissed me on the lips--a really long kiss with lots of tongue! He and Bobby then took turns doing it. Alex is a good kisser, but Bobby mostly just slobbers. (Gross!) When Alex gave me a particularly long kiss, Bobby pulled me away from him and started slobbering all over me. Then Alex pulled me back. Pretty soon, all three of us were on the floor. I was lying on my side with Bobby behind me and Alex in front of me. Bobby pushed up against my butt and started humping me! I could feel his stiffy pressing against my butt through our bathing suits. I tried to squirm away, but that just brought me closer to Alex, who started doing the same thing--except that his stiffy was rubbing against you-know-where. I know I'm grossing you out, Keira, but I was actually liking it: Bobby rubbing against be from behind and Alex rubbing against me in front. I surprised even myself when I rolled over on top of Alex and started grinding my coochie against his stiffy. That's when Bobby climbed on top of both of us and really started working his stiffy hard against my butt. In a very short time, Bobby pushed against me hard and grunted, then he rolled off me and onto his back next to me and Alex. He was breathing hard and smiling really big. Alex got that devious look on his face, then he pulled the ties on my bikini bottom and yanked it off me. I tried to grab it back, but he tossed it to Bobby. While I was fighting Bobby for it, Alex removed his bathing suit, came up behind me, and poked his stiffy at my butt. I spun around, immediately, and he pounced on top of me. He pinned my arms down and poked at my coochie with his stiffy. He couldn't find the right place, but he kept trying. Believe it or not, if my arms had been free, I think I would have grabbed his winkie and guided it into me. Instead, Alex pushed hard against me and grunted like Bobby had done, then he rolled off me. Bobby was on me right away, but he couldn't find the right place, either. I didn't like having him on top of me, and I managed to work one of my legs free and kneed him in the nuts. I guess I got him a little harder than I meant to because he groaned, grabbed himself, then rolled over beside me. I told Bobby I was really sorry, but he just kept groaning. Alex's eyes got really wide, and he backed away from me a few feet. I quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt without bothering with the bikini, then I rode home alone. I hope Alex isn't mad at me because, even though I was a little scared then, I think I want to let him really do it with me. That doesn't make me a slut, does it? Still your best friend, Dana P. S. Don't you DARE let your brother find any of these letters! *** Dear Keira, Guess what? I went swimming with the boys, again--all of them. I apologized to Bobby, again, too. Austin, Tyler, Noah, and Jason were confused, but neither Bobby, Alex, or I tried to explain it. I felt so bad about what I had done to Bobby that I wanted to make it up to him, so I was super nice to him the whole time we were at the pool. This really made Alex jealous. It was so cute! Bad news: I ran into the neighbor lady at the pool. She was there with her 6-year-old brat and 4-year-old brattette. She recognized me right way, and I could tell from the way her eyes looked me up and down that she didn't approve of my bikini. I don't think that she liked the idea of me being there with a bunch of boys, either. The whole time I was there, she kept watching me. It didn't help that the boys kept jumping on me and grabbing at me. She needs to mind her own business! After we left the pool, we went to the 7-Eleven, again. Do you think it's wrong that I like going in there in just my bikini? I like the way people look at me. It's a little creepy, but it's kind of fun, too. Tyler started on about his new video game and said we should all go to his place to check it out. You know how I'm so not into that, so I told him that my mom wanted me to be home early. (I know: it's not like me to lie, but I had other things on my mind.) Alex and Bobby followed me home--and I was just as surprised as they were when we all ended up at Bobby's place instead of mine. Once we were inside, I didn't say a word; I just slowly pulled on the strings of my top and dropped it to the floor. You should have seen the looks on the boy's faces! I removed the bottom even more slowly, and I thought the boys were going to start drooling on themselves. I told Bobby that I wanted Alex to go first, but I would let him have a turn, too. The puzzled looks on their faces made me laugh out loud, then the change in their expressions when they realized what I meant made me laugh even louder. I laid down on the couch and spread my legs for Alex. He jumped on top of me and started poking at me so that I had to tell him to stop. When he did, I grabbed his stiff winkie and guided it to the right spot. It felt really good when he pushed into me! After about ten thrusts, I was really getting into it, but he pushed hard against me and let out an "Ugh!" then stopped. I wanted him to keep going, but he said he couldn't. When he climbed off me, I saw that his winkie had gone soft. Bobby wasted no time in taking Alex's place, but he only lasted about six thrusts before he was done. I really thought it would last much longer, but it was still fun! In a few minutes, Alex was stiff, again. He and Bobby took turns with me, again, but neither one of them lasted longer than a dozen or so strokes. After the third time, their winkies wouldn't get stiff, anymore, so I went home. I got a lecture from Mom when I got home. Mom: I spoke with Mrs. Busybody, a little while ago. (She didn't really call her that.) She said she saw you playing with a group of boys at the pool. Me: Yeah, Mom. They're my friends. Mom: Well, at your age, I'm wondering if it's such a good idea to be hanging out at the pool with a bunch of boys. Me: Mom, there aren't any girls my age, here. Besides, what's wrong with going swimming with boys. Mom: Well, dear, (You know it's never good when she calls me "dear.") it's just that you're getting older, and boys your age start thinking about girls your age a little differently. Me: Ew, Mom, stop! You're grossing me out! They're just friends. (Well, most of them are just friends, so I really wasn't lying. Well, not much. You mind your accusations, Keira Lynn!) I kept waiting for the "and where did you get a bikini and what were you doing wearing it in public" part, but I guess old Poke-Your-Nose-Where-It-Doesn't-Belong didn't mention that because Mom surely would have gone ballistic if she had. Of course, had she known what I had just done with two of the boys, there would have been Armageddon! Oh, Keira, but I really want to do it, again, with both Alex and Bobby. I sure hope that doesn't make me a slut! Anyway, I may be jealous of your boobs, but now that I've done it with not just one boy, but two, I guess you may be the jealous one, now. Best friends forever, Dana. *** Dear Keira, How dare you! That's just wrong! I hope you're just teasing me because you're mad that I did it before you did. With your own brother? Ew, ew, and ew! You'd better write me back and tell me the truth or I'm going to have nightmares for the rest of the summer. I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I've been doing it with Alex and Bobby every day for the past week. We do it at Bobby's house because no one is ever home during the day. The goofballs (that's what I call Austin, Jason, Tyler, and Noah) don't have a clue. I warned Alex and Bobby that they had better keep their mouths shut because I certainly would never let one of the other boys put his penis in me. (Alex told me that's what it's supposed to be called, a "penis." I like saying that word, now!) If they found out I was letting Alex and Bobby do me, they'd want some too. When I told them no, I'm sure Noah--if no one else--would go tell on us. He's a real jerk. Austin, Jason, and Tyler aren't too bad, but Noah' really a dork. The bad news is that I ran into my dad at the 7-Eleven. I didn't know that he was taking half a day off from work. He stopped by on his way home just when I was there in my bikini with six "half-naked" boys. (You remember: that's what my mom calls boys who run around with no shirts on--or girls who wear bikinis.) He gave me an odd look, and I thought I was a goner for sure, but then he acted like it was no big deal. He didn't say a word about it, but I could tell by the look on his face that he knew that Mom didn't know that her daughter was running around "half-naked" at the 7-Eleven. He offered me a ride home, but I told him I had my bike. Besides, I was hoping to go to Bobby's house for a little while before going home. I figured that if I was going to be in big trouble, I might as well be in really big trouble. I guess it wasn't so bad, after all, because, when I got home, Mom didn't say a word. Dad definitely took note of the fact that I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts when I came in the house. For a moment, I thought he was going to ask me something, but he didn't. Write soon, and I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, girlfriend! Much relieved, Dana *** Dear Keira, That's so wrong! It is not no worse than doing it with two boys! It's disgusting! I mean, really: Your own brother? And I'm shocked that you believe that nonsense about pulling out! You'd better wise up, girlfriend, or you're going to end up with a three-headed monster, or something. Don't worry about me because I still haven't gotten my period, yet (and I still don't have any boobs, either, in case you're wondering, Miss Puffy Chest). If anyone ends up with a bump, it's going to be you, not me. Things have gotten really weird, here. Mom had to work on Saturday, so Dad took me to the beach, alone--just the two of us. Of course, I wore that ugly one-piece that I have. I had a t-shirt over it, like I always do. When we got to the beach, and I took the t-shirt off, Dad asked me why I wasn't wearing the bikini. I almost died! When I told him that I didn't want to get into trouble, you know what he said? "Mom's not here." Yes! My dad said that! I told him that I thought I was a goner when he saw me at the 7-Eleven, but he said he didn't mind. He said that I'm growing up and that it's natural that I want to start doing things like the big girls. Boy--if he only knew how true that was! Can you imagine if he knew about Alex and Bobby? We had a long talk. It was really nice! It was like seeing my dad in a whole different way. He said he was okay with the bikini, but then he tried to warn me about boys. He told me that he knew about middle school boys because he, himself, had been a middle school boy, once. He didn't hint at anything, either. He spelled it all out! He told me what he used to say to girls to get them to "fool around" with him. Believe it or not, he actually told me about how he got girls to give him "hand jobs" and "blow jobs." (I'm sure you know what those are because you've always been better informed than I am, but I was really surprised to learn that a girl would do those things to a boy! I was even more surprised that it was my dad who was telling me about them!) Funny, but I wasn't at all embarrassed--even when he said, "You're so pretty that just about any boy would want to put his penis in your vagina." Yes--my dad actually said those very words! Can you believe it? It felt so good talking with him about such private things that I almost wanted to tell him about Alex and Bobby--but don't worry, I know better than that! Somehow, I just know that even the new talk-openly-about-sex dad would not be pleased to find out that his little girl was doing something he didn't get to do until high school. (Yes, he told me about that, too. We had a REALLY long talk, that day.) At least I'm glad that I can talk to you about it. I'd go crazy if I couldn't share it with someone. Your amazed and surprised confidant, Dana P. S. I'm sorry that I used the word "disgusting." Since you said I wasn't a slut for doing it with two boys, I guess I should be okay with you doing it with your brother. After all, he is kind of cute. (Don't you dare tell him I said that!) I'm also sorry that I called you "Miss Puffy Chest," but you know how much I've been wanting my boobs to grow ever since yours popped up in 4th grade. Do you forgive me, girlfriend? *** Dear Keira, I'm so glad to hear that you're not mad at me! And yes, what I told you about my dad is absolutely true. Mom had to work AGAIN on the following Saturday, and Dad took me to the beach, again. This time, I wore my bikini. Dad smiled when he saw me in it. We had another long talk while we walked along the beach. It is SO nice to be able to talk with my dad, like that! I guess one of the nice things about his new job is that he has more time to spend with me. He's spending more time with Mom, too. I also think they're having sex more than they used to. (I know: Major ew!) For lunch, we went to this Italian restaurant that's right next to where we park at the beach. After I showered off and dried myself, I went to put on my t-shirt and shorts, but Daddy had put them away in our bag. I ate lunch in the restaurant in my bikini. It was awesome! I told Daddy a little bit about Alex and Bobby--not the BIG news--just that I thought I liked them as more than just friends. He told me that I had to be careful because, if I chose one of them as a boyfriend, the other one would probably become jealous, and I would lose him as a friend. Boy--I sure wish I could have told him that they didn't seem to have any problem both being my boyfriends! Speaking of boyfriends, when are you going to lay off your brother and get a boyfriend of your own? I know you like Conner, and if you just smiled at him I'm sure he'd fall all over you. Besides, what if Brad's girlfriend finds out about you two? Happy but wishing I could see you in person, Dana *** Dear Keira, Oh, no! Oh, no!! Oh, no!!! I'm dead meat: Bobby's dad came home from work early! He walked in right when Bobby was doing me! I looked over Bobby's shoulder and saw a strange man standing by the door. He looked right at me, then he walked out to the kitchen. I struggled to push Bobby off me, and Alex scrambled to put on his clothes while urgently whispering at Bobby, "Your dad's home! Your dad's home!" Bobby didn't understand, at first, because he was still all goofy from getting off, but then his dad came back from the kitchen, and then Bobby saw him. Now I know what "a deer in the headlights" means! All three of us froze, but at least Alex had his bathing suit on--Bobby and I were still stark naked. "So, Bobby," his dad said, calmly--like he didn't just catch his son having sex. "Who's your friend?" It was so freaky: Bobby, Alex, and I were terrified out of our minds, but Bobby's dad was acting like he'd come home and found us playing Monopoly, or something. I managed to get Bobby off me and quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt. Bobby just sat there naked with his eyes as big as saucers. Alex was looking for an opportunity to break for the door. Finally, Bobby squeaked out, "What are you doing home early, Dad?" "I took half the day off to take you to a ballgame, remember?" Yeah, that's what his dad said! That little shit, Bobby, had forgotten that he and his dad were going to a baseball game that afternoon. I was furious with him, but, now, I've gotten over it. It's kind of nice to know that I'm more important to an 11-year-old boy than baseball. Like I said, freaky: It was like everything was happening is slow motion. Bobby's dad told him to say goodbye to his friends and go get dressed because they had to leave in fifteen minutes if they didn't want to miss the opening pitch. Alex and I didn't wait for Bobby to say goodbye. We just quietly hurried out the door. Call me crazy, but I'm sure I actually heard Bobby's dad say, "Nice meeting you, Dana" just before the door closed behind us. If you don't get any more letters from me, Keira, you'll know why. Nice knowing you, Dana *** Dear Keira, Obviously, I'm not dead--yet. But if my parents don't kill me, I'm going to die from the stress of worrying: The waiting is killing me! It's been three days, now. Why is Bobby's dad waiting so long? Nerve-wracked, Dana *** Dear Keira, I saw Bobby, today, for the first time in a week. I've been avoiding him--and all the other boys. Mom got suspicious and started asking questions. You'll never believe this: I'm not going to die. Bobby told me that his dad was very cool about us. He never even said a word about it until they were driving home from the ballgame. He actually thinks it's cool that his 11-year-old son is having sex with "such a pretty girl!" (I told you you weren't going to believe it.) Anyway, Bobby said that we're not in trouble and that his dad isn't going to say anything about it. Whew! Talk about a close call! And talk about freaky: Bobby's dad bought us a box of condoms! For real! They say "snug fit" on them, which is a nice way of not hurting a boy's feelings. (How do I know that? Because Bobby's dad explained it to me. Talk about embarrassing! I guess the price of Mr. Hall's silence was that I had to listen to a sex talk from him. Very creepy! He said he didn't know if Bobby was "squirting" yet, or not, but he was at his age…Ew! I can't even finish telling you what he said!) So, Alex is too scared to do it because he says his parents will kill him, and he doesn't really believe that Mr. Hall isn't going to tell. I've done it a few times with Bobby, since, but every time we do, I keep thinking of my conversation with his dad, so I don't enjoy it. Besides, Alex is really the one I like; I've just been having sex with Bobby because we use his house. (It seemed only fair.) Bobby's oblivious: He thinks everything's peachy. Talk about clueless! The bad part about Dad spending more time with me is that he's noticed that something's wrong, too. In over my head, Dana *** Dear Keira, This letter is coming to you from the Twilight Zone. Apparently, Bobby came looking for me the day before he found me. My mom and I were out shopping, and Dad answered the door. That doodoo-brained Bobby must have figured that because HIS dad was okay with us having sex, that MY dad would be too. He told him! Like it was no big deal! He told my dad! Now for the strange part: apparently, my dad really doesn't think it is a big deal! He'd been after me to tell him what was bothering me, but I kept insisting that I was okay. Then yesterday, he says, "Are you afraid I'm going to be mad at you for having sex with Bobby?" Well, that made my jaw drop to the floor! He said he knew, but he was hoping to hear it from me. Then I felt bad because it was like he felt that I couldn't trust him. Now, I'm all confused, and everyone is all confused. It seems that everyone knows about me and Bobby, and no one has mentioned Alex, but Alex is really the one I like. So, it just came out: "But Dad, Alex is really the one I wanted to have sex with." I almost fainted when he said, "I know that, Dana." Then I was mad at him. I guess Bobby HAD mentioned Alex. The next day--just in case things weren't embarrassing enough--my dad had a talk with Alex! I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. But, it's all worked out for the best: Now, I'm back to having regular sex with Alex (and Bobby), I keep having nice talks with my dad (and not just about sex), and Mom still doesn't know that her daughter has been just about every where in town "half naked." I guess Greenville isn't so bad, after all. Counting the hours until your visit next week, Dana