Okay readers.  Here is another release from the BEAR, 
that is NOT a BEAR story.  The BEAR was asked to read, and 
re-write the story, and then release it to the public.  The 
BEAR was glad to do so, but found that there was very little 
work necessary, just a little reformatting, and a few small 
tense changes.  Very nice.  If you'd like to know what 
happens next, don't ask the BEAR.  Ask Mr. Chard - or 
perhaps Gayle or Cathy via the net.
	
	This is a story of first sexual explorations 
between a teen boy and two pre teen girls.  And a nice 
one, too.

	The usual suggestions apply.  If you don't like 
sex stories, and so on, and so on, and . . . 












		SUMMER NAP
		by R. I. Chard.
		Edited by the BEAR, 
		and released at his request.



	It was my fifteenth summer when they came up to my 
room for the first time together, Gayle and Cathy:

	I cut the grass that hot July afternoon, and then 
went upstairs to take a nap. It was Saturday, and I had been 
up particularly early that morning to deliver my papers and 
collect. After finishing some chores and the grass, and 
taking my shower, I was pretty well pooped. 

	Mom was in the basement ironing clothes, and there 
wasn't anything else I had to do until after supper, so I 
went to bed for a while. I heard the two girls giggling 
and whispering on the stairs--trying to sneak up on me, 
I guessed.

	They weren't doing such a great job of it because I 
wasn't really asleep yet, and they were incapable of stealth. 
Gayle was twelve, going on thirteen in about two weeks, and 
Cathy was only eleven. 

	I remember that Gayle's birthday would be in July, 
because I had given her a little gift the year before. It 
was a gold-plated sterling birthstone bracelet, not very 
expensive, but she really seemed to like it--and I noticed 
that she wore it almost all the time. I had bought it for 
my girlfriend, but then we broke up before I ever got to 
give it to her. 

	Gayle had admired it one time when she was visiting 
me up in my room (she lived across the street and pretty much 
had the run of our house), so I had just made her a present 
of it on an impulse. Her birthday had been coming up in a 
week or so, anyway, so I had an excuse to give it to her. 

	Besides, you couldn't exactly give a birthstone 
bracelet to somebody who wasn't born that month, so she 
was the only candidate. It looked good with her jet-black 
hair and blue eyes. I remember feeling glad I had decided 
to let her have it.

	She certainly seemed to appreciate it, I'll say 
that! She had given me a kiss on the cheek and a long hug, 
and I remember noticing that she was starting to fill out 
just a little bit. She had just the beginning of little 
mounds the size of marshmallows where her breasts would 
be, and I felt them against my chest when she hugged me 
that day--a year before. 

	I hadn't really seen, before then, that she was 
starting to grow up. I do remember feeling my cock starting 
to rise while she was still holding me, though. Maybe it was 
my imagination, but I think she noticed it, too. She kind 
of "accidently" rubbed her hip against it before she finally 
broke away and ran downstairs to show the bracelet to her 
brother Bobby. He was playing cards with a couple of the 
other neighborhood kids that afternoon, in our kitchen. 
Our house seemed to be the local meeting place.

	But this particular afternoon, a year later, I 
already had my hard-on when I heard them on the stairs. It 
was in my fifteen year-old nature that, whenever I tried to 
take a nap or go to sleep for any reason, I started to 
daydream about sex, and this was no exception. 

	I had taken a shower, and was wearing just 
jockey-type briefs. I don't remember what I had been 
thinking about exactly, but I do remember that I had been 
playing with my cock with my hand under the waistband of 
my briefs, and that I already had a raging erection when 
I first heard them giggling. Everything was quiet for half 
a minute or so, but then I heard the door opening slowly, 
and their excited breathing. 

	I guess my mom had told them that I was trying to 
take a nap, or they would have just bounded up the stairs 
as usual. I was kind of embarrassed by the hard-on, and I 
didn't want them to see it, so when I heard them at the 
door, I turned on my left side and pulled my knees up a 
little so it wouldn't show under the sheet.

	Of course, I pretended to be asleep. Cathy went over 
and sat in my desk chair, across the room from my bed, took 
a pencil, and started drawing or writing something. I could 
see between my very-slightly-open eyelids that it was Cathy 
at the desk with her long, blonde hair, and dressed in shorts. 
Gayle had on a short red skirt and a white elastic top, and 
came over to stand by my bed. 

	She gave my arm a little shake 
and said, "David?  David?  Are you awake?" I decided to remain 
"asleep."  I had no shirt on, and the sheet covered me from 
mid-belly down. I don't know if it looked as if I were naked, 
but I could tell soon enough that Gayle decided to find out! 
I felt her hand's warmth under the sheet. 

	Cathy was busy at the desk, and paying no attention 
to what was going on over by the bed; but the back of Gayle's 
right hand, slowly creeping, soon found its way to my 
throbbing cock. 

	Of course, I had anticipated its arrival, and now my 
hard-on was like a rock! Her fingers preceded the back of her 
hand, and they had barely brushed the side of my erection 
before the knuckles arrived, and elevated my cock at least 
an inch. When she realized what it was, Gale stopped cold.  

	Her breathing stopped, too. I am sure she was afraid 
that she would wake me up. Not a chance, Gayle! I wasn't waking 
up and scaring her away! This was interesting! I don't think 
my cock has ever been so alive before, or since.

	I strained, and made it jump a little. Now, that got 
her attention! Her hand jerked back like it had been burned! 
But only a few inches. She stayed perfectly still for about 
fifteen seconds, and then I felt her hand creeping back. My 
cock could feel its warmth from two or three inches away, 
even through my thin briefs--that's how I knew. 

	This time, though, it was her fingers that touched 
me first, about halfway down the shaft, and on the underside, 
since I was basically facing her with my knees pulled up a 
bit.  She rubbed ever-so-gently up and down along the shaft 
with the backs of her fingers, kind of getting an idea of 
the dimensions of it, I suppose. 

	Then she pressed against it with her knuckles 
two or three places along its length, as if she were testing 
the hardness. When she got to the head of it, just below the 
elastic of my shorts, my peter jumped again. Reflex this 
time--I couldn't have helped it if I'd wanted to--but this 
time, she only pulled away for a second. 

	Gayle had been studying my face up to now, to be 
sure I was asleep, but I saw her eyes become fixed on the 
sheet beneath which she was feeling me up, though there 
wasn't really anything she could see. She studied it, 
though, as if she had x-ray vision. Maybe she was thinking 
about her next move. 

	I had pre-cum pouring out of me at that point! As 
a matter of fact, I could have come in an instant with just 
a little directed stimulation. My shorts were wet all around 
the head of my cock now, and Gayle noticed that. 

	Her fingers brushed against the wetness casually 
in the course of getting my dimensions, but then came 
back and began to concentrate on the area which was wet 
and getting wetter. Every time she would drag her fingers 
over the rim of the head of my pulsating organ, it would 
jump a little. 

	She seemed to like that, and took to rubbing the whole 
head of it gently back and forth with her fingertips, through 
my briefs. It felt great! I had never even been touched 
by a girl before; just by myself. 

	I was always fairly vigorous with my jacking off, but 
Gayle seemed about to make me come by just rubbing barely 
perceptibly across the tip of my cock.

	My charade of being asleep was, I thought, failing me. 
My breathing had quickened considerably, and I couldn't suppress 
a little groan when she had rubbed back and forth over the head 
of my seat of pleasure. My cock was beginning to hurt from being 
confined by the briefs. 

	I turned on my back, away from Gayle, and as I did so, 
I quickly and secretly re-arranged my cock a bit--at least so 
it wasn't bent--with my right hand. Now the head was actually 
underneath the elastic of my briefs, and pulled the elastic 
away from my belly a bit. It didn't take Gayle long to 
find it. 

	After I turned on my back, and after a minute's pause, 
she began gently to rub my belly, starting around my belly button, 
and up and down in widening circles. 

	She had pulled the sheet up, not down, with her left 
hand as she started this. Her right hand, stroking up and down 
across my belly, didn't take long to encounter the head of my 
prick. When she did, she stopped with her hand against it, and 
her fingers under the waistband of the briefs. 

	She kind of had the head of it trapped between her thumb 
and the base of her second finger, and she started to give little 
squeezes which would make it jump again every time. It felt 
wonderful!

	This time, though, I was sure it didn't scare her any 
longer. She ran the whole palm of her hand over the head of my 
prick, after slowly working her hand under the elastic band of 
my shorts, then grasped the shaft of it with her whole hand, 
and pulled ever so gently--just kind of playing with it. That 
gave her a slick palm, though, for sure! I felt it squirt, a 
glob of pre-cum probably the size of a small marble. 

	She must have felt it, too, because first she dragged 
her fingers over the head while closing her fist, then she took 
her fist out from under the sheet and opened it up, studying it. 
She then took the index finger of her left hand and kind of 
rubbed back and forth in the goo, testing, I'm sure, how slick 
it was--and then...she tasted it!

	I'll remember that scene for the rest of my life! One 
of my life's little freeze frames--and I can see it as clearly 
as if it happened ten minutes ago, though now it has been ten 
years. She kind of contemplated her right palm for a few seconds, 
rubbed that pre-cum with the left index finger and looked at the 
little sticky string it made, and then suddenly brought the
palm up to her mouth, sniffed it, and licked it. Just a little 
lap at first with the tip of the tongue, but then she gave it 
a frank lick. It was as if she liked it, and I think she did. 
I was really into this now, and I was delighted when she decided 
to go after more:

	This time she used both hands. The left went to the 
waistband of the shorts and slowly, slowly, pulled them down 
in front, while the right frankly grabbed my cock--gently, with 
fingers around the far side and thumb in front. The sheet was 
pulled down until my cock was half-exposed to daylight. She 
didn't like this (perhaps because she didn't want Cathy 
to be onto this game) so she quickly took the upper hand off 
my penis and tugged the sheet up again. The left hand was 
still on the waistband and was brushing my balls. 

	This evidently excited her interest, because now
she took both hands and ever-so-slowly pulled my briefs 
down to below the level of my balls. I had wondered whether 
she really thought I was asleep; but it was obvious that she 
did: anyway, it seemed like she was taking no chances. I could 
hardly detect the movement as she pulled my briefs down.  It 
must have taken her two minutes to do it, but she finally got 
them down, all right. It was tough waiting for her to get on 
with it!

	She explored the balls with the left hand while she 
resumed the grip on the shaft with her right. Her touch was 
so light on my testicles that it was almost like she was just 
tickling the few hairs I had down there. Then she gently kind 
of jacked the right hand up toward the head of my cock, and 
pre-cum literally poured out, down over her hand and up to 
stain the outside of the sheet. 

	I remember that it really felt great! There was 
quite a wad built up, and I could feel it exit the end of my 
cock like a little coming. She quickly wiped off the slippery 
head with her fingers (and that felt divine!) to prevent more 
getting on the sheet. I think my hips kind of twitched when 
she did that. I couldn't help it, even though I was trying to 
stay perfectly still because I didn't want her to stop!

	"What's that?" said Cathy, noticing the tent and the 
wet spot on the sheet, even from across the room. She had 
evidently been watching only for a few seconds. "Shhh!" 
responded Gayle, "Com'ere and I'll let you see, but you gotta 
promise to keep quiet--he's asleep!" "O.K!, whispered Cathy, 
and she got up, went to the door and locked it before she came 
over to the bed! A little conspirator, that one!

	When she got there, there wasn't much to see. Gayle 
had both hands under the sheet--that was about it. Didn't keep 
Cathy from finding out, though.

	She climbed up on the bed and started feeling my cock 
through the sheet.  Gently, but it was obvious that she knew what 
this was all about. "Uuuuu,neat!" she whispered, "His thing is real 
hard! I saw my brother Tommy playing with his, once, when he was in 
the bathroom, and it looked hard, too. He was taking a long time, 
so I looked through the keyhole and saw him pulling on it! Let's 
pull the sheet down! I want to see it good!"

	Gayle didn't say anything, but took her right hand out 
from under the sheet and started pulling her side down real slowly. 
Cathy got the idea, and did her side at the same time, lifting the 
sheet up so that it didn't drag along my belly. They carefully 
laid the sheet down about mid-thigh, leaving me totally exposed. 
The air was cool on my wet cock.

	"Gaaah!" whispered Cathy, "he has lots of hair around it! 
And look! The end of it's purple!"

	"Yeah," said Gayle, sounding a little short of breath, 
"and look at the clear stuff there on the end--it's real slicky! 
Mary Hillman told me stuff comes out when guys are real excited. 
That's the stuff that has the seeds in it."

	"Well, MAYbe. . ," said Cathy, ". . .but the stuff I saw 
come out of Bobby's didn't look clear like that, and a whole lot 
came out at one time.  It shot up in the air! About a glassful!"  
I really think she remembered it as being that much. She must 
have been impressed.

	"Oh, yeah?" whispered Gayle?  "Well, what did that stuff 
look like?"

	"It looked like kind of runny paste to me," responded 
Cathy, "like we use in art to make paper shiny."

	"Watch this," said Gayle, and she touched the end of 
my cock with her finger, stringing out the pre-cum to what 
must have been six inches.

	"Oh!" breathed Cathy, "You made his thing jump!"

	"Yeah. It jumps if you touch it on the end, or if you 
squeeze it. Go ahead, but don't do it hard!" Gayle whispered.

	Cathy started exploring like Gayle had before. She gave 
the end a little pinch, and my cock jumped again. She liked that, 
and repeated it three or four times. Then, she started gently 
petting and stroking my cock, like it was a cocker spaniel 
instead of a cock! She explored my balls with her fingers, and 
gave them a little squeeze, too. I could see Gayle, and I could 
see what Cathy was doing, but I couldn't see her face, because my
head was turned slightly to my left, and I didn't dare move it. 

	Gayle had her left hand resting on my thigh just below 
my balls, but it was her right hand that got my attention. She 
had her right foot resting on the bed frame, which elevated her 
right knee, splayed over to the right. Her hand was under her 
skirt, and inside her panties. I could see that she was rubbing 
her little pussy very slowly as she watched Cathy petting and 
playing with my prick. Her breathing was rapid, and her eyes 
were bright.

	"CATHY!" came a shout from downstairs. "YOUR MOM WANTS 
YOU!"  It was Bobby's voice; I recognized it. Gayle's hand came 
out of her pants like she had been caught with her hand in a 
cookie jar. You could hear the slap of the elastic against her 
belly. Cathy froze for a second, then quickly scooted down and 
hopped off the end of the bed and ran to the door, unlocking it. 
She stuck her head out and half-shouted back, "O.K.! Just a 
sec!" Turning to Gayle, she whispered, "See you later! Be 
careful--don't wake him up!"

	"O.K.! said Gayle, "I gotta go home in a minute, too."  
As Cathy exited, Gayle went over to the door, turned the knob 
and shut it silently, and then slowly turned the lock in the 
center of the knob to lock it again. 

	That pleased me greatly! I don't think I have ever felt 
so horny before, or since, that afternoon.  I certainly didn't 
want her to go home in a minute: but I don't think she really 
meant it when she told Cathy that.

	Because now, wonder of wonders, Gayle reached under her 
short skirt and pulled off her underpants! She stepped out of 
them, and walking around to the side of the bed, put them under 
the sheet, next to my knee. Next, she went to the foot of the 
bed, and slowly, slowly, crawled up to lie beside me, on my 
right side, with her head propped up on her left hand, just 
opposite the head of my prick. 

	She gently put her hand around my cock again, and slowly 
began working the loose skin up and down the shaft, never quite 
pulling it all the way over the head, but pulling it up slightly 
over the rim--enough that it felt great. If she had kept it up 
another ten strokes, I swear I would have shot all over the place! 
It felt like I was living on the edge of the biggest come of my 
life, anyway.

	Then she really tried me. She leaned over, and put her leg 
across mine, with her little pussy pressed against my right thigh, 
hot and wet, then pulled my prick slightly toward her, and kissed 
the head of it. Next, she licked the little slit in the end of it, 
gathering up the pre-come with the tip of her tongue. My prick 
jumped again, then, I'll tell you! It didn't move far, though, 
because she had a pretty good hold on it with that right hand. I 
couldn't help it: a little sigh escaped my lips when she did 
it. That made her freeze for about half a minute.

	But then she sat up, and moving very slowly, straddled me 
with her hot little cunt over my balls. I could tell exactly where 
it was, because she was just radiating heat. I couldn't see anything, 
because her skirt was in the way. She fixed that soon enough, though, 
because she wanted to see, too.  She pulled the skirt up and rolled 
it a couple of times so it would stay out of the way.

	Then I had a perfect view of her little cunt. It was the 
first time I had ever seen one up close, of course. Her mound was 
covered with sparse, fine, straight hairs, which didn't look as 
dark as the hair on her head. There weren't enough of them to hide 
anything, though, and I could see her little clit, swollen and pink, 
tenting up the front part of her pussy lips, which were darker red 
and rigid. She was really wet. 

	You could see that her whole pussy was shining and 
slick-looking. She grabbed my cock again, gently, and started 
wanking it up and down slowly. At the same time, she took the 
middle finger of her other hand and started rubbing the base 
of her little clitoris.  She did it like she knew what she 
was doing. 

	I think she had done herself before. This went on for 
about half a minute, and she started breathing really hard, 
then went into a spasm. She let go of my prick, traded hands 
on her clit, holding the edge of the skirt up and kind of 
pushing in on her stomach with the left hand, while rapidly 
rubbing the base of the clit with the middle finger of her 
right. Her long, slim legs gripped mine, and she rose up 
slightly off my legs at the same time she was gripping 
them with her knees. 

	Her head went back almost like she was looking at the 
ceiling. She let out a kind of a strangled, whispered cry, and 
then slowly settled back down on my legs, with her pussy 
over my delighted balls.  She breathed rapidly for a couple 
of minutes, and then she kind of relaxed for a while, with 
her weight on my legs.

	She rested a minute, and then she made my day again. 
She slowly waddled forward on her knees until her cunt was over 
the mid-shaft of my penis, and gently let herself down on it. I 
remember how hot her cunt felt against my cool penis. She stayed 
still for a few seconds, then raised up a little and scooted 
forward until the head of my prick was right under her clit, and 
slowly descended again. Now she started rubbing herself 
gently forward and back on the head of my prick.

	That was the best feeling I have ever had in my life! I 
started moaning slightly. I couldn't help it. Then I blinked my 
eyes a few times and opened them as if I were just waking up. 
She started to jump up, but I trapped her with my hands on her 
hips, under her skirt.

	"No!" I whispered, "Don't get up! That feels great! God! 
Keep it up!"

	She was torn between running and staying, but she couldn't 
move, anyway, because I had a good hold on her hips. Finally, she 
relaxed a little. I didn't waste any time. I was ready. I started 
moving her back and forth again slowly over my cock, while hunching 
up at her. In a moment, she started helping.

	"Ohhh, David!" she said, "It feels kind of like I have to 
pee, and kind of like I need to do it faster!"

	"Faster!" I said. I could feel the little lump of her clit 
slide over the head of my cock, and then the major heat and tingle 
as her little hole bumped over it, back and forth, again and again. 
Her legs started to grip me harder and I could hear her breathing 
getting really fast again. Then it happened. She started to come 
again--and as she did, she picked up the pace even more. She leaned 
forward and put her hands on my chest. Almost her whole weight was 
pressing against my prick, and she was hunching at it spasmodically.

	And then, I came. I mean, BigTime!

	The white cum squirted out from under her pussy onto my 
pubic hair once, twice, three times in great gobs. It looked as if 
she were the one doing the squirting from the area of her clit. The 
parts where we were in contact became instantly even more slicky, 
and I felt the head of my prick enter her little hole just an inch 
or so on two or three of her spasmodic strokes. She would pull back 
a little bit when that happened, but didn't seem to suffer any great 
pain. She was too busy coming, herself. In a few moments, she stopped 
the hunching at me, and just collapsed forward onto my chest with 
her forehead against my neck, and started sobbing.

	"What's wrong?" I said. "I hope I didn't hurt you!"  

	I was in a little bit of a panic. I didn't want to think I 
had damaged her permanently! And I didn't know whether maybe I had 
broken something. I wasn't too sophisticated about all that, at 
the time. I had heard you could make a girl bleed, but she hadn't 
done any bleeding.

	"Oh, no!" she sobbed, "It just felt soooo good."

	I hugged her a little and held her close to me. I rubbed 
her bottom gently with both hands for a minute after that. "Gayle, 
I loved it! That was sooo great! We can't tell anyone about this, 
though! We might get in trouble."

	"I'm not going to tell anybody, you silly!" she murmured, 
her jaw moving against my chest, "You might not ever let me do it 
again! That white stuff is come--the seed stuff--right?  Does it 
feel real good when it comes out?  You sounded like it did!"

	"Oh, I'll let you do it again, all right," I said, "And 
yeah--that white stuff is come. It feels really great when it comes 
out, but we've got it all over everything!"

	"I'll help clean it up!" she said. She reached under the 
sheet and got her panties, which were pale yellow cotton. First, 
she wiped herself between the legs, and then wiped the come off 
the bottom of her stomach and her pubic hair. Then she cleaned 
me up, and gave my softening cock a little kiss. Then, she 
hesitated a couple of seconds, gave me a look that was almost 
apologetic, and took almost the whole thing in her mouth and 
sucked it while she slowly pulled it out with her lips firmly 
compressing it. 

	Gayle seemed to like the taste of my come. At least, 
she didn't look as if it bothered her at all to drain the last 
couple of drops. My cock got half hard again when she did that. 
She kind of flopped it back and forth, playing with it. Then 
she gave it a little pat, hopped down off the bed, and put her 
soaking panties back on.

	"I GOTTA go home," she said, "It's almost suppertime! 
See ya tomorrow!"

	"See ya," I said. I wanted to ask her what time tomorrow! 
But I didn't.

	She unlocked the door, and left. I could hear her tromping 
down the stairs. She seemed to be in a great mood.

	I was, too! I think I loved her a lot just then.

	And that was their first visit to my room together, 
Gayle and Cathy's. It wasn't their last. I was a lucky young man, 
that summer. For the next couple of years, really . . . .

	Hey--they were lucky, too.  I made a great plaything!

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