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The following story deals with explicit sex.  If you're not old enough
to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)

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		     ***************** ***   POPPY   ***
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   My Name is Poppy, and I am fifteen years old.  I want to tell about
my Bill, and how we first met, and how I managed to get him to see me
as a woman, so we could be together.

   My family was having a big holiday party and my oldest sister had
invited the guy she had been dating.  My parents kind of liked him
because he was so nice, but had said they were a little concerned
because he was a lot older than her.

   Not long after I'd met him, I decided he was for sure nicer than
she deserved.  Of course I couldn't tell him that.  Or my parents
either for that matter.  She never treats her boyfriends right, always
getting lots out of them and then dumping them when she finds someone
she likes better.
   
   I'd sat and talked to him for maybe an hour or two while the rest of the 
women in my family were working on dinner.  I didn't get to help because 
they consider me a kid, even now.  Even now, - especially now - they don't 
know what I do when I disappear for a weekend, they just put up with it.  
If they knew, they'd just die.


   The men in my family were all in the TV room watching football,
which Bill didn't care much for.  He talked to me instead.  I found
that he was very smart, and very sweet, with a great sense of humor.
He didn't talk down to me at all, but kept me laughing and interested
till we were called to dinner.

   It seemed to me as if he must be at least a little interested in
me, too, because he really talked to me, not at me.

   Bill is really tall, and a big man.  He has very short clipped dark
hair, pale blue eyes, a muscular build, and a wonderful smile.  He is
not really handsome I suppose, but he looks real good to me.  I am
fairly short, have dark red hair, blue eyes, and a body that Bill says
is very nice and getting nicer.  He claims I have great legs, too.

   While we were eating, I got an urge to play around.  Sis has said
that I always act crazy when I am horny.  How would she know?  She's
frigid. 
 
Anyway, he was sitting directly across the table from Sis and me, and I 
could feel his feet under the table.  Something made me do it.

   I slipped my shoes off, and began to play footsie with him.  Before
long I began to feel really turned on.  Especially when he began to
play back and moved his foot way up my leg.

   I put my hand in my lap, edged my dress up and waited til his foot
was in reach.  I grabbed it and moved in to my inner thigh, and then -
I don't know why - I moved it directly up, as far as it would go,
until his toes were touching my panties.

   Then I suddenly looked directly into his eyes and smiled.  He was
looking very surprised, and I knew then that he had thought it was Sis
he had been playing with.

   He hesitated quite a while and then finally wiggled his toes and
tickled me in the most wonderful way and in all the places he could
reach.  I though I was going to have a fit right there at the table,
but I kept my cool.
   
   I looked him right in the eye and talked about cranberry sauce as if it 
were the most important thing in the world, when I was really thinking and 
dreaming of how I could get him alone, and what I'd like him to do.

   After dinner he and my brother wound up sitting and talking in the
living room while the rest of the family worked on the kitchen
cleanup.

   I convinced Mom I didn't feel good, which was easy, because she
could see I was flushed and looked feverish.  She thought I was sick,
not that I was horny.  Thank god.

   Our house has been rebuilt many times, and what we call the "living
room" is really just another room outside the dining room which is
outside the kitchen.  It is shaped like a fat capital "L" with two
doors to the kitchen and dining room at the top, several odd shaped
areas along the sides and doors to other rooms and so on.  But what's
important is this.

   My room is at the bottom right end of the L with a door at the top
of the bottom right bar of the L, right near the bend.  He was sitting
in a chair at the bottom of the L in such a way that he could see into
my room, but that no one else could without coming directly into the
area where he was sitting.  Especially my brother.

   I went into my room and laid down, trying to look seductive, I
guess, but not really sure what to do.  He told me later that to him I
looked very pretty, very sweet, and decidedly healthy.

   I lay sideways, leaned on my left elbow, and watched him, thinking
and imagining all sorts of wonderful things that just made me feel
hotter.  He says I was smiling like an angel the whole time.  Of
course my actions at dinner really had his attention, and he was
intrigued, if not attracted yet.

   My brother was seated further up the left side of the vertical part
of the L so that he couldn't see into my  room.  I'd checked where he
was very carefully as I'd gone by him.

   I don't remember and didn't care what they talked about.  I just
watched Bill, and every time he looked away, I'd reach down and pull
my dress up a little bit, just to see how he'd react.  He looked.  And
looked again.  And kept looking, both at my legs and at my face.  I
just kept watching him back and smiling just as if I had no idea he
was getting a great view.

   Finally, my dress was so far up that my panties were exposed all
the way and he could see bare skin above up to my waist.  I could feel
the cool air on my tummy above my navel.  I found I was moving my hand
around on my panties, just as if I was going to get myself off.  I was
surprising myself, as I never knew that knowing someone special was
watching you could turn you on.  I guess it depends on the person.  He
says that by now I looked like the hottest pinup he'd ever seen.

   Each time Brother moved now, I'd pull my blue checked gingham dress
down real fast, because I'd never want him to see what I was enjoying
showing Bill.  As soon as I could tell where Brother was by the sounds
he made, I'd pull the dress back up, and I'd start playing with myself
again.

   Finally, Brother made a joking comment, laughed aloud, announced to
all that he was going to go upstairs and watch football and left the
room.  I was so glad.  I was so hot!

   As soon as I was sure Brother was gone, I stood up, pulled my
panties off and lay back down.  This time I lay so that I knew Bill
could see between my spread knees and legs.  I was spread and open,
and I began to finger my hot spot -  my clitoris -  with my right
index finger.  I was so turned on!

   I was looking him straight in the eye the whole time because his
watching made it seem ten times better than it had ever been before
because I could watch him watching me as I was doing it.

   He looked away for a moment.  He said later he was checking out the
family in the kitchen, and that they were happily chatting and
laughing away, unaware of what I was pulling on him.  I was afraid he
was going to leave, so I spread my legs even wider, and as soon as I
was sure he was looking again, I put my finger inside my slit and
began to move it in and out.

   Believe it or not, that was the first time I ever did that, but
somehow I just really wanted to, so I did.  He says that by then he
was erect and hard and very turned on, and that I was by then the most
desirable woman he'd ever seen.  At first it was hard to put my finger
in all the way, but I did it.

   He watched me for a moment more and then stood up.  I wasn't sure
what he was going to do.  He wasn't sure either at that point, he
says.  He was turned on, but he hadn't yet got to the point where he
didn't care that I was still considered a little girl.

   He checked out the kitchen, and nothing had changed.  He looked
back at me, and I had laid back further on the bed and was
deliberately aiming myself at him.  I was moving my finger in and out
rapidly and pushing up off the bed with my hips, feeling incredible
inside, and not having the slightest idea what was happening to me,
just that it was incredible!

   He hesitated for a moment and then took the three steps necessary
to walk into my room.  He looked down at me, seeing all of me from
above my navel down.  He just looked, and didn't say a word.  His eyes
were wide, and his mouth was open a bit.  If I had thought to look I
would have seen a huge erection in his pants.

   I just lay there and slowly and deliberately masturbated myself and
smiled up at him.  Hungrily.  Finally I said, "Well, what do you
think?"  Very softly because I wasn't sure I could trust my voice.

   "I think, " he started, and then cleared his throat.  Even so he
sounded hoarse.  His voice was failing, too!  "I think that you just
had a full meal, but are still hungry for something else," he
finished.

"Are you going to give me what I want?" I asked.  I moved my finger
from my insides back to my erect clitoris and began to masturbate it
in slow deliberate circles.  I moaned softly from somewhere deep
inside.  I felt so good!

   He says my mound was raised and blushing pinkly red, that my little
lower lips were gaping open moistly, and that my insides were so pink
and hot that they seemed to glow.

   I was so aroused, that he could feel the heat coming from me.  The
sweet odor of my desire seemed to fill the room.

   I just knew that I felt wonderful and was feeling better every
minute.  I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I was sure that this nice,
sweet man was going to take me somewhere very, very special and that I
really wanted to go there with him.

   He made his decision, turned and quietly shut the door to my room,
and clicked the latch.

   He turned back to me, but I was already reaching for him.  He came
down onto the bed with me, between my legs, and kissed me on my naked
stomach, just about the middle of my tummy.  Then he kissed his way up
my body, kissing even the gingham on my chest, then through the cloth,
my breasts, and finally my neck and face and lips.

   He spent some time kissing me, and showing me some of the wonderful
things that two mouths can do together, meanwhile moving his hands all
over me.

   While this was going on, I was trying to get his pants open and
working his erection out of his underwear as best as I could.  I knew
at least that much.  Soon, for the first time, I had a man in my
hands, and I was checking it out and getting a thrill doing so.

   Before too long, he kissed his way back down to my stomach again.
I got a thrill from his kissing and his caressing of my breasts
through my dress.  His hands also roved over my bare legs and lower
body.

   When he'd kissed back down to my stomach, he kissed me once more in
just the place he had started.  He looked me directly in the eyes for
a moment, and decided I was ready - and I was, oh I was!

   He leaned down again and kissed and nibbled around and on my
clitoris until I was crying (still softly) "Now, please!  Do it now!"
I knew that I was about to learn for sure all about everything that I
had ever guessed or read or heard about and more about the mystery of
what happens during sex.  It was going to be demonstrated to me first
hand, and I was so glad!

   He rose, placed his erection near my slit and then took my hand to
it.  I knew he wanted me to put his erection into myself, so that
there would never be any question that I wanted what I was about to
get.

   I took his erection in my hands, and placed it in just where my
finger had been earlier.  Then I gave a little hip push and felt the
end of it go inside me.  He pushed, I felt the pressure increase and I
locked my legs around him and pulled.

   I felt a stretching sensation, then a sharp sensation, over as
quickly as it had begun.  Then the resistance was gone, and he was
slowly sinking himself deep into me.  I was so willing, and wanted it
so bad, and it felt better than anything I had ever imagined in all my
dreams and fantasies.

   He pushed as deep in me as he could get and then stopped.  I opened
my eyes and looked and I couldn't see it because it was all the way
inside me.  I looked him in the eye, and before he could say anything,
I said, "Oh thank you, thank you!  That feels so good, so good.  Is
there more?  Oh I hope so!"

   Then he pulled it out, pushed it back in and pushed and thrust, and
I wiggled, moaned, and pushed back, for five or ten minutes.  And it
got better!  Neither of us has ever been able to figure exactly how
long it really took.  It was so good time didn't matter.

   Then I started to feel more new feelings churning and building up
inside me.  Things began to happen.  He says I started acting like a
milking machine and that my interior muscles began to clinch on his
erection so that before he could do anything about it he lost control
and exploded his sperm out deep inside my body, time after time, until
he was drained.

   I was still very dizzy, almost dazed, from my first real orgasm.  A
real blast of an orgasm.  Things took a while to come back into focus.
When I could see, I realized that he was still lying there, as close
to me as he could get, but without weighing me down.  Our arms and
legs and bodies were still firmly entwined and entangled.  He put his
lips to mine and began to kiss me again and we kissed for several
minutes.

   Before I could do much more than let him know how happy I was,
mom's voice called out from the living room, asking me to come outside
to the patio, where the evening festivities were about to continue.

   He pulled out of me, rose, and began to pull his clothing back
together.  I slipped my panties back on quickly.  He stopped me from
dropping my dress back in place for a moment, and tucked several
folded tissues from my bedside tissue box into the crotch of my
panties.  He kissed me gently on the lips and told me, "That'll catch
some of the juice."

   Then I unlatched the door and checked the living room.  As soon as
I was sure no one was there, I reached back for him.  He took my hand
and we went together out to the back yard.  If anyone noticed us
coming out together they must have assumed it was nothing to think
about, because no one ever said anything.  Who was I to complain about
that?

   That night, he slept over as had been planned because our party
ended so late.  About two in the morning I got out of bed, and slipped
into the guest room, where he was staying.  I thought he was asleep,
so I dropped my robe off my naked body and slid into bed with him.

   He wasn't asleep.  In fact, he was naked, too, and had been hoping
I'd come.  And I did, too.  Several more times, as a matter of fact,
as he made love to me.

   This time it was even better, if that is possible, because his
whole body was touching mine, and his magic hands could glide over my
entire body, wherever he wanted.

   I was able to caress him, too, and was amazed at how much pleasure
I was getting out of feeling him, holding him, and knowing that it was
me arousing him, and not Sis.

   When I climbed  atop him and pulled his erection toward my
entrance, he slid it directly and deeply in.  Then he held it there,
deep inside me, unmoving, and began to tell me how beautiful and
desirable I was.  I could feel his heart beat through the pulsations
of his organ.

   Then he talked to me, and wouldn't move inside me until I would
answer a question.  Then he'd stroke slowly and gently inside me for a
while.  I could tell how my answers affected him, because I could feel
it in his erect and hard organ.

   When I admitted I had been a virgin, it seemed to swell up a little
more.  He froze again, holding my bottom firmly to keep me still, too.
Then he resumed.

   When I finally admitted that I was only just thirteen, his organ
pulsed so hard I was afraid he was going to come despite his
stillness, and I didn't want to quit yet.

   When I told him of the feelings I had been having, and how he had
become my inspiration, he really began to move inside me.

   Then he told me how much I had moved him, and that he had - in a
few moments -  lost all interest in my Sis.  When he said he was
trying to figure ways we could be together more often, it was my turn
to lose control.  I came.  I surprised myself, it happened so fast.
He just held on to me, and waited it out and then after a bit of a
rest we talked some more, as his wonderful organ stayed hard and deep
inside me.

   He told me about all his past and that this was all nothing
compared to me, and how much he wanted to keep me.  If I got pregnant
from yesterday and tonight - we hadn't taken any precautions due to
how fast things had happened. - to not worry.  I wasn't.  I was
feeling too good.  Somehow I knew he'll stand by me always.  I will
always feel that way.

   After another long bout of intermittent talk and lovemaking, - by
now he was on top again - I locked my legs around him.  I felt another
surge of emotion coming on, and buried my face in his shoulder so I
could scream out my fulfillment without waking anyone.  As soon as I
felt it begin to happen, I warned him.  I told him that he was the
most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and that he could
come in me anytime he wanted, because I liked it that way.

   He redoubled his efforts, moving in and out of me so fast I
couldn't believe it, but I kept up.  Then he went rigid, and I did,
too, and together we pressed against each other, vibrating in our
ecstasy, trying to hold onto the moment as long as possible.  Until we
came crashing back down to earth.

   We lay there, sweating, gasping for breath, and holding each other
close, rolling sideways on the bed, but trying to stay as close as
possible.

   As his organ shrank out of me, I whispered, "Is this all?".

   "For this moment, yes.  For this night, maybe.  For this life" -
and here he again kissed me - "no way is this all.  Now that I've
found you, I want to keep you.  Somehow, we'll find a way.  That is,
as long as that's the way you want it."

   "Oh God, Yes!"  I said.  "If I had known sex could be this good!
...  Oh, Hold me."

   So we hugged up to each other and kissed and caressed and talked
quietly for a long time.  He told me how he had been completely won
over by my actions, that I had in the fullest meaning of the word
"seduced" him.  That I held his heart and soul in my hands as well as
his body.  So far as he was concerned, no other woman could ever
appear desirable to him now that I had so completely taken over his
mind and body.

   I explained to him that I had heard and read a lot, had seen a
little and had guessed more, but had been totally surprised at the
intensity of the emotions he had made me feel.  And that if I had
satisfied him and had his heart, then the same was true of him.  No
movie star or teen idol would ever be attractive to me again.  Unless
they made me think of him.

   He wanted to know how I could know that when he knew that he had
been my first and only love.  I had no answer except to snuggle my
head deeper into his shoulder and say that somehow I just knew, and
enjoy the sensation of togetherness I felt with him.

   After a long time of this sweet gentleness, which alone would have
been worth it, I felt his penis began to stir against my thigh.  I
reached down to confirm it and it continued to slowly grow.  

   "Well, I'll be damned!" he said.  "I didn't know I had it in me."

   "Maybe not," I giggled, "but I sure know I've had it in me.  And I
want it there again."

   When we made love this time, it was different.  It was done very
slowly, very deeply, with infinite patience and love.  Endlessly,
slowly, in and out, back and forth.  Regular as the tick of a clock,
and slowly as a drop of water running down a frosty window.

   I think it must have taken an hour or so, and I must have come a
dozen times before he finally spilled inside me for the final time
that night.

   We fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms, and didn't wake up
till the alarm went off.  

   There's a bathroom with a shower next to his room.  It's shared
from the hall and from the room on the other side of it.  We latched
the doors and enjoyed a long leisurely loving and caress-ful shower
together until some of my family began moving around.

   I got my robe and went back to my room, where I changed my
bedspread which I had completely forgotten.  It still had the marks
and stains from the night before where he had taken me for the first
time.  I folded it and put it away and kept it.  I still have it and I
have no intention of washing it.  It's too valuable of a souvenir to
me.

   I played footsie with Bill again at breakfast.  Just like the night
before no one noticed but the two of us.  Except Sis.  She somehow
realized that he was no longer interested in her and tried to charm
him.  He was immune to Sis's beauty, thanks to me.  She hasn't yet
figured out what happened.

   She got a little unpleasant eventually.  I enjoyed watching her
lose her cool.  I figure it will be good for her and maybe next time
she gets a nice guy she'll treat him right.  Maybe someday I'll let
her know what happened and that it was me that stole the best man she
ever knew from her.

   We had to chill out all that morning, But before he left, he gave
me his address and phone number, and made sure I knew how to get to
his apartment.

  We knew we'd have a problem trying to continue our relationship, but
I was determined to continue seeing him.  I phoned a girl friend and
arranged for her to call back and ask for me to come over for the rest
of the weekend.  She just happened to live just a few blocks from
Bill's place, and I just happened to go to the wrong place.  And she
just happened to be willing to cover for me.

  So he and I just happened to spend the rest of that Saturday, all
day Sunday and Sunday night exploring each other and getting to know
each other better and better.

   When I left for school Monday morning, I was an experienced woman,
not a little girl.  All those boys that I had been so giggly over just
the previous week were suddenly shallow and boring.

   We've been together for better than a year and a half, now.  We've
made our plans.  When I'm old enough, we'll pretend to meet again and
fall in love, and we'll be married somehow no matter what people
think.

   I don't care that Bill's older than my dad.  Just that he is a
wonderful and skilled lover who satisfies me completely.  He has a
wonderful firm body that I love to feel against my own, without any of
the slackness I've noticed in other men, but at the same time, he
isn't so obviously muscular that it looks funny.

   I don't care that we have to be super careful that we don't get
caught, and that I can only get away with him one or two weekends and
maybe half a dozen nights a month.  I just care that those times are
worth it.

   I don't care that my girlfriends have to help me, and cover up for
me, and that it gets harder each week to keep my family from finding
out.

   I will keep my secret, and will spend every moment with him I can
steal until I am old enough that no one can stop us.  Then we can quit
hiding and let our love out into the light.

   In the meantime, we will make passionate love every time we can
steal away together.

  We went camping together several times last year, sometimes for a
week or more at a time.  I get grounded every time I disappear, but I
just smile, say "Okay," and act just as sweet as I can until I get off
being grounded.  Then I sneak over and sleep with him again.

   My folks have just about given up.  They know I'm not doing drugs,
or drinking, just that I insist on vanishing every so often.  And that
I don't even seem to mind being grounded.  Why should I?  There's
nothing I want to do anyway, unless he's there to do it with.  They
just can't figure it out.  It's almost funny.  They also can't figure
out why my grades, which were always good, are getting better.  I'm
not about to tell them who is helping and encouraging me.

   They must assume I have a lover, or at least a boyfriend, but they
can't figure out who, and they can't seem to get up the courage to
discuss it with me.  They never will, either.

   We've been using birth control since that first wild weekend
together.  I can't wait until the time comes that we can stop taking
precautions.  I've missed taking precautions several times without
telling him, but only when temperature and the calendar says it's most
safe.  There's something about taking his seed deep inside me and my
knowing and holding it there that turns me on so much!  I seem to come
much harder when I know I'm taking a risk with him.


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