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   My name is Jolene.  I turned thirteen several months ago.  I'm going to
leave my description up to your mind, although I will give you something to
work with.  I am about five-foot-six inches tall and I weigh about a
hundred and thirty pounds.  That means that I'm a little bit heavy.  It
doesn't by any means mean that I'm fat though.  My hips could use a little
bit of work and I've got a little bit of a tummy.  That's it.  I'm also
fairly average in looks.  If you try to think of a girl that you knew/know
in school, I'll be the one who you remember for being nice but you can't
remember my name.  I'm not too shy, but I'm not very outgoing either.  In
short, I am generally average in everything.

   I live in Utah.  It's a beautiful state, but the people here all have
certain ways that they expect everyone to act.  You can't drink or smoke,
and you should be married and pregnant by the time that you're nineteen if
you really want to belong.  You also have to give a good appearance to
`outsiders.' It's more important here to put on a good show than it is to
be truly happy in what you do.

   I am in my first year of junior high school.  I usually get fairly good
grades.  I like most things about school.  I even like many of the things
that girls are not supposed to like; Science, Wood Shop, and so on.  I'm
not into drugs or any of the major cliques in school either.  I just am who
I am.  I am also becoming familiar with computers.  That is where this
story really begins.

   A few months ago, my friend Rebecca introduced me to the world of
chatting and sending E-mail on one of the local computer bulletin board
systems.  It wasn't all that much fun at first, but then I became addicted.
My problem was that I didn't have a computer of my own.  I had to use
Becky's.  That meant that she was always there to read what was sent to me.
I got to read what she got sometimes too, but it just wasn't the same
thing. I wanted the freedom and privacy to do whatever I wanted while I was
online.

   Rebecca, `Becky', has been my best friend since I was ten.  She's three
years older than me, but that's never made a bit of difference to either of
us.  Now Becky is a bit heavier than I am.  In fact, she's quite a bit
heavier than I am.  Even so, she's a lot prettier than I am.  Her hair is
long and beautiful, and she's got a face that should make her the most
popular girl in school.

   As the story continues, Becky had just broken up with her boyfriend,
Justin.  I never really liked him, but she was totally in love with him
from the first time that she called him.  It was right after Christmas and
I had gotten a new computer.  It was nothing fancy, but it was going to
give me the freedom and privacy that I wanted.  It had just about
everything that I would need.  It didn't have a modem though.  That's what
I really wanted it for anyway.  Without a modem it would just be a nice box
that would look good on my desk.

   I was using Becky's computer and was having a great time flirting with
some of the guys on the BBS that we call.  While I was there, I was also
talking with an older guy that Becky and I have fun teasing.  His alias is
`Document.' (Mine is `Flounder,' and Becky's is `Crabtree.') Anyway,
`Document' told me that he had a modem that he wasn't using anymore.  He
told me that I could have it for ten bucks.  That sounded good to me.  Then
he asked me all about my new computer. All that he would say was that it
sounded like it was good for a `starter computer,' and that the monitor was
a very good one.

   `Document' told me that he'd like to sell me the modem but that he
didn't think that it would be a good idea for me to give him my address. 
We agreed to meet at a store that's not too far from my house.  That way
neither of us would have to worry about anything bad happening.

   I missed the first meeting that we were supposed to have.  `Document,' I
found out later that his real name is Pete, was pretty cool about the whole
thing.  I explained that things had come up at school and that I just
couldn't make it.  What really happened was that I just plain forgot about
it. The second attempt was successful though.  We sat out in front of the
store and he explained what I would have to do to make everything work.  He
had even printed up some instructions for me to follow.  They worked like a
charm.

   I expressed my gratitude to Pete in a long E-mail message to him.  It
must have been over a page long when I was done with it.  I guess that I
overdid it though, because his reply was even longer than my letter!  He
told me about all of this fancy stuff that I could do with my computer to
make it better.  It all sounded good but it also took lots of money.  Money
is something that I don't usually have an excess of.  Anyway, his letter
talked about other stuff too.  We'd been joking about eloping some day and
he put something about that in there.  He also said that he thought that I
was really pretty and other stuff that made me uncomfortable.

   The letters went back and forth like that for a few days and then he
told me that he'd found an old main board and some other stuff that I could
have for free if I wanted it.  I knew absolutely nothing about what I would
have to do to make it work though.  One thing led to another and we finally
agreed to meet back in front of the store where we'd met before.  It wasn't
easy though.  I had to get Becky to drive me there because I had to do it
when I knew that my mom would be gone.  She'd completely freak if she
thought that I was going to meet some guy in his thirties.

   Pete got to meet Becky.  We all did the hello thing and then Pete went
on to take my computer apart in the back seat of his car.  He did a lot of
grumbling and then he asked me if I could come and help him for a minute.
It was my computer, so I didn't hesitate.  Everything was laid out neatly
on the front seats so that Pete could do what needed to be done.  My job
was to hold wires out of the way and hand things to him as he needed them.
Becky just stood by the open door and laughed whenever Pete dropped a screw
or something.  I kind of thought that it was funny too.

   After about an hour, Becky said that she had to get home soon.  Pete
Apologized and asked if another half-hour would be too long for her to
wait. Becky looked at her watch and said that she was sorry, but that
another half-hour would get her in trouble.  Pete was pretty cool about it.
He told me that he could come back and finish it the next day.  I looked at
Becky and she nodded her approval of Pete.  Then I said, "It's okay if you
take me home Pete, if you don't mind." I don't know why, but he looked at
Becky as if to ask her permission too.  She kind of giggled under her
breath and then said, "It's okay with me if you don't mind." It was
settled. Pete would take me home as soon as my computer was fixed.  Becky
gave me a quick hug, whispered, "Be careful Jolene.  He's kind of cute,"
and then got in her car and headed home.

   Pete and I worked for another forty-five minutes before it was done.  In
that time I learned quite a bit about him.  He told me how he'd moved to
Utah from California because of his job.  Then he told me about being stood
up at the altar and how that had made him very uneasy with women.  I guess
that I must have been pretty easy to talk to because we were talking like
long-lost friends as soon as Becky left.  I also told him all about myself;
how I'd never really been allowed to have a real boyfriend and stuff like
that.

   The computer was all done.  Pete even had a power outlet in his car so
that he could test everything.  It was kind of cool.  Then we just sat in
the back seat of his car and talked.  As we got to know each other a bit
better, we started kidding and teasing each other more.  It was great. He'd
been holding my hand for about five minutes before I even really noticed
it. He wasn't really holding it.  It was more like he was caressing it.  I
didn't know what to do.  I must have tensed up because Pete kind of held
his hand open more and said, "I'm sorry Jolene.  I didn't mean to make you
nervous or anything." I kind of relaxed and said, "It's ok.  It really
feels nice to have a guy hold my hand like this.  Nobody's ever done it
before."

   That opened up another topic of conversation that I didn't expect.  I
was really surprised at how easily I could talk to Pete.  I told him about
being a virgin, about not really knowing much about guys, and every other
personal thing that you could think of.  The weird thing was that I didn't
even blush.  Pete blushed though.  When I started asking him about his sex
life and stuff, he looked all shy and he turned bright red.  He did answer
though.  He answered every question that I asked him.

   Then I did something foolish.  I asked him if he would kiss me.  It
really caught him off guard.  He fumbled for words.  With that, I quickly
said, "It's ok Pete.  It was a dumb idea." Pete shook his head and said,
"No Jolene, that's not it.  I just don't know if it would be such a good
idea." I just shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it." With that, Pete
took me in his arms and kissed me.  It wasn't just a peck and he didn't use
his tongue either.  That didn't matter.  The feelings that it gave me were
wonderful.  I felt warm, soft, and good all over.  I didn't even notice
that I was kind of twisted up in the seat.  It just felt really right.

   The kiss was good, but it made both of us uneasy.  We both looked at the
clock on the dashboard at the same time.  Then we both started to say
something about the time.  Looking back on it, we must have looked quite
funny.  Pete didn't say much as he drove me home.  I didn't really say much
either.  I only gave him directions to get me home.  Then, just as I was
getting my computer out of his car, Pete handed me a piece of paper with
his name and number on it.  He looked me right in the eyes and said, "You
can call any time of the day or night.  It doesn't matter when." That made
me feel good.  I just smiled and thanked him for all that he'd done.  Then
I carried my computer inside and closed the door behind me.

   I really wanted to tell Becky about kissing Pete, but I was also afraid
that she might say something that would get me in trouble.  It had only
happened a few hours ago, but it seemed like it had been weeks.  I was
about to tell her all about it when Becky's brother, Josh, knocked on the
door to her room.  We both knew it was him even before he knocked.  "Hey
Beck, got a highlighter I can use?" Josh blurted through the door.  "Yeah,
come on in and get it," Becky replied.

   Josh was seventeen, and pretty cool for an older brother.  He wasn't bad
looking either.  Becky had told me dozens of stories about him and his
girlfriends.  Most of them were about how he gloated about feeling them up
and stuff.  Until Pete, I really didn't care much about things like that.
Now it was something that I was truly curious about.

   Josh entered the room smiling.  He had always been nice to me and
treated me like I was his sister too.  He said, "Hey Jolene," as he took
the highlighter from his sister.  I smiled back and said, "Hi Josh.  How's
your new car?" He just nodded and said, "I'll take you for a drive in it
when I get it finished." With that, he left and closed the door behind him.
Josh's `new' car was actually an old car that he'd bought to fix up.

   I couldn't hold back any longer.  I felt as if I would explode if I
didn't tell someone about Pete kissing me.  Becky just looked at me stunned
as I told her everything.  I didn't know what she was thinking at first. 
Then she finally spoke.  "Did you like it?" she asked.  I giggled and then
went on for another five minutes about how great it was.  Her smile
broadened as I described every sensation that I'd felt.  "Did he try to do
anything more?" she asked.  I didn't know what she meant at first.  Then it
hit me.  "Oh no no no!  He was a perfect gentleman," I replied.  Then I
told her about how he blushed and everything.

   Becky didn't seem all that excited about it.  She finally just said, "If
you decide to go out with him, don't EVER tell anyone but me, ok?" I just
smiled and said, "Yeah right!  Like I'm going to tell my mom about
everything!" Becky nodded and said, "Ok.  Just be careful Jolene."

   That was it?  That was all that she wanted to know?  I couldn't
understand it.  If it had been her who had been kissed by a real man I
would have had thousands of questions.  I guess that she could see that I
was getting upset.  She made me promise never to tell and then she told me
how she and Justin had gone all the way the week before he broke up with
her.  Then she told me all about what it was like and about how it hurt and
everything.  No wonder she wasn't curious.  She had done everything!

   We spent the next couple of hours talking about it.  Then she cried a
lot and I held her.  I felt really bad for her, but there wasn't really
much that I could do.  I wanted to do something to Justin, but she made me
promise never to say or do anything about it.  My hands were tied.  I went
home from Becky's with a lot on my mind that night.

   It was after nine o'clock when I got home.  I had gone over to Becky's
as soon as my mom got home, so I didn't really know what my new computer
did that was any better than before.  Mom made me show her my completed
homework and then I went to my room and turned on my computer.  It took it
a minute to warm up and then I saw all sorts of new things.

   Pete had put some part inside of the computer so that I got LOTS more
colors.  Everything was bright and colorful now.  Everything was fast too.
There were all sorts of new things that I could use.  He gave me a fancy
word processor, a bunch of different things to look at pictures with, lots
of games, and a great modem program.  That was what I really wanted to try.

   I plugged my telephone line into the place where it goes and then I
called the BBS that Becky and I use.  It worked!  It was fast too!  I
entered my alias and password.  Then I saw my Alias on the list that tells
you who all is there.  Crabtree (Becky) was there too, so we typed to each
other for a while.  Pete had set everything up just right.

   I guess that it was about ten-thirty when Becky had to log off.  It
didn't bother me at all.  I was still flirting BIG TIME and nobody but me
could read what they were saying.  I finally had the privacy that I wanted.


   I decided to write Document a nice thank you letter for everything that
he had done.  In it, I told him how great everything worked and how much
brighter and more colorful everything was.  I also told him that I had
really enjoyed "Doing what we'd done" earlier in the day.  I think that I
was pretty sneaky about everything so that nobody would ever know about
anything.  It was kind of like having a boyfriend, but not really.

   When I finished the letter, I noticed that `Document' had logged on.  It
made me start to doubt that I should have written everything that I had. 
In fact, I thought about trying to log off before he noticed that I was
there.  Too late!  He sent me a message that said that he was happy that I
liked my computer and that he had really enjoyed `what we did' too.  I let
out a big sigh and relaxed.

   It wasn't long after that when I invited him into the same `room' on the
BBS that I was in.  We were the only people in it, so we could say anything
that we wanted.  What I wanted to talk about was kissing, and that's
exactly what we did talk about.  I asked Pete to tell me all about
everything about kissing.  He agreed, but insisted that I tell him
everything that I knew first.  He said that way he wouldn't waste my time
by telling me stuff that I already knew.  He also made me promise not to
let anyone else read what he wrote to me.  I made him promise the same
thing.

   It didn't take long for Pete to find out that he was the first man I'd
ever really kissed like people are supposed to kiss.  He explained just
about everything there is to know about kissing.  Then he asked me if I
wanted to know about other stuff too.  I thought I knew what he meant, but
I was kind of afraid to ask, so I said sure.

   I was right.  He meant about touching and sex and stuff like that.  I
didn't mind though.  I really did want to know all about it.  I did my best
to try to understand everything that he told me.  He told me about all the
different parts and what they were for and stuff.  I knew most of it
already, but there were a few things that he told me about that I didn't
know.  That's when I told him that I didn't get periods yet.

   Then came the part that made me a little bit nervous.  He asked me if I
wanted him to teach me how to masturbate.  I knew about it and everything,
but I knew that mom would KILL me if I ever did it.  Pete told me that I
could do it so that nobody would ever know.  Then he asked me to call him
so that he could describe everything the right way.  I sort of wanted to
but I was kind of nervous too.

   Pete wrote, "It's ok if you don't want to.  I don't want to make you do
something that you're not ready for.  I probably shouldn't have asked you
that." With that, I knew that it would probably be ok to at least see what
to do.  I answered, "It's ok.  I will call you in ten minutes, ok?  Will I
need anything special to do it?" It took a long time for Pete to answer. 
Then he typed, "Ok.  In ten minutes.  You will need a couple of towels, a
damp wash-cloth, some lubricating jelly, (Butter will work if you don't
have any jelly), and that's it.  Still got my number?" I typed, "Yeah," and
then said goodbye.

   I knew that it would be a good idea to check and see that my mom and dad
had gone to sleep before I called Pete.  There was nobody awake but me.  My
little sister, Amy, was snoring loudly in her room when I walked past it to
go to the kitchen.  My little brother, Steven, wasn't making any noise, but
I knew that he was asleep too.  I got the butter from the counter and
replaced it with a frozen piece so that nobody would know that I'd taken
it. Then I got the towels and washcloth.  I also took a pee so that it
would just sound like I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom if anyone heard
me.  Then I locked the door to my room and crawled into bed.

   I was very quiet when I called Pete.  I told him how I had to be kind of
quiet so that I wouldn't wake anybody up or anything.  He asked me if I was
alone.  I told him that I was and that my door was locked too.  Then he
asked me what I was wearing.  I told him that I had on my bra, panties, and
nightgown.  After I told him that, he asked if I was sure that I wanted to
try masturbating.  I told him that I thought so.  With that, he told me
that I needed to get naked.  I know that it sounds silly, but I felt all
weird like he could see me or something.  I asked, "Do I really have to do
that to do it?" He said that I could just lift my nightgown and pull my
panties down if that would make me feel better.  That's what I did.

   Pete told me to tuck a towel under myself in the right place.  Then he
asked me what I wanted him to call it.  I didn't know what to say.  He
asked, "Is it ok if I call it your `cunny'?" I said, "Sure, I guess.  What
do you want me to call yours?" He waited a while and then he asked, "What
do you want to call it?" "Is boner ok?" I asked.  "That's fine with me," he
answered.  Then I asked, "Are you going to do it too?" Pete asked, "Do you
want me to?" I said, "If you want to, I guess."

   We agreed that Pete would do it first and tell me what it feels like for
guys.  He kept asking me to touch my cunny and tell him what it felt like.
He said that helped him to do it, so I touched myself and told him what it
felt like.  It was kind of neat to hear him say stuff like, "Jolene,
thinking about you is making my boner so hard," and, "Jolene, I wish that
you were here to help me do this." Then he got his orgasm.  He said that he
couldn't tell me what it feels like but that I would like it when I got to
have one.

   My turn had come.  Pete asked me to smear lots of butter all over my
cunny.  I got it everywhere. It felt warm and slippery and it even kind of
tickled a little.  Then he asked me to tell him how far I could put my
finger inside without it hurting.  I got it in past the second bend in my
middle finger, but that was as much as it would go.  He said, "That's ok,
Honey." Then Pete told me to keep my finger inside the groove part and to
slide it toward my bellybutton until I felt a little bump thing.  I found
the bump thing and asked him what to do next.

   "Make little circles all over it," Pete told me.  He kept asking me how
it felt.  It got warmer and warmer.  Then the tingles started.  When I told
him about the tingles, he told me to close my eyes and pretend that he was
the one who was touching me there.  He said that I should imagine that he
was the one who was making the circles.  I did it and that made the tingles
stronger.  Pete said, "Okay now Honey, you are going to start feeling
wonderful tingles in your cunny.  They are perfectly normal, so don't stop
making your circles, ok?" I mumbled out an, "ok."

   Then Pete asked me if I was using both hands.  I told him that I wasn't.
He told me to and I was soon using both hands.  With one I was making my
tiny circles, and with the other I was exploring inside of my cunny.  It
felt very nice.  Then everything went wild.  My body started shaking and I
was getting really wet inside of my cunny.



   Pete said, "It's starting honey.  Just keep doing what you're doing and
you'll have an orgasm soon." I was kind of afraid, but I felt too good to
really care.  Then Pete said, "I'm there holding you and kissing you right
now Jolene." That did it.  My body went nuts.  I jerked and bumped all over
the place.  I had never felt anything so good ever in my whole life before.
I was kissing the air and pretending that it was Pete.

   I guess that it only lasted a few seconds or so, but it felt like it
took days.  Then every part of my cunny got WAY ticklish.  It was too
ticklish for me to make any more circles.  I was gasping for air too.  I
just lay there and caught my breath for a while before I heard Pete saying,
"It's ok Honey. Just relax now.  Just relax now."

   My phone had slipped down away from my ear, but I could still hear Pete.
I wanted him there to hold me so bad!  I picked up the wash-cloth and wiped
my hand so that I could pick up my phone. Then I held it to my ear and
said, "Oh God Pete, I didn't think it would be like this.  I didn't think
ANYTHING could be like this!" I could almost hear him smiling into the
phone.  Pete asked, "Jolene Honey, did you like how that made you feel?" I
was still out of breath, but I answered, "Is it better if you have a guy do
it to you?" Pete answered, "I think so.  I know that it's better for a guy
if a girl does it to him." Right then and there I knew that I was going to
find a way to do it again with Pete helping.  Only this time, it would be
with his fingers and not just his voice.

   Pete told me how to clean up my cunny and legs.  I had butter everywhere
in between my legs.  He asked, "Are you kind of tired now, Jolene?" I was
more than tired.  I was completely drained and full of questions and
wonder. Drying off with the other towel felt so nice.  It was warm and
soft. It felt good next to my skin.  I can remember thinking that I should
ask Pete something.

   I woke up to the radio on my alarm going off.  I felt kind of strange,
but I was still too groggy to know what it was.  Then I tried to get out of
bed, but couldn't.  My panties were around my ankles.  I quickly reached
between my legs and found the towel still right there.  It was bunched up,
but I remembered what it meant.  My phone was still on the bed beside me
too.  I wondered if Pete was still on the other end, but I had to reach and
turn off my alarm first.

   I picked up the phone and whispered loudly, "Are you still there Pete?"
It took me a few times and then he answered, "I'm sorry Honey.  Did you
sleep well?" His voice sounded very sleepy and friendly.  I could hear him
stretching and yawning.  My heart raced at the memory of what had happened
with him on the phone.  I said, "I don't think I've ever slept this well.
Did you sleep well too?  Have you been up all night?" He answered, "I must
have dozed off while I was listening to the sound of you sleeping.  You
sound so sweet and pretty when you sleep." I blushed.  Then I said, "I've
got to get ready for school now.  Do you want to meet me again after
school? We can do what we did last night if you want." I heard Pete yawn
again.  Then he asked, "Don't you think it would be more fun if you did
something like that with someone who's more your own age?" I was crushed
and almost cried.  I just sat on my bed and tried to think of what to say.
Then Pete said, "Don't get me wrong Honey.  I would LOVE to be able to do
something like that with you. It's just that you deserve someone who you
can go out with and stuff like that." The smile returned to my face
instantly.  I kind of giggled a little and then I said, "You're not so old.
Besides, my parents won't let me go out on dates anyway until I am at least
sixteen."

   Pete told me when he would get off work.  It was a problem.  Even though
it was Friday night, I knew that Mom and Dad would expect me home by six.
Pete wouldn't be able to meet me at the store until at least five-thirty.
That wouldn't give us enough time to do everything.  No matter, I told him
that I would meet him at the store at five-thirty.  I just had to figure
something out before then.

   I practically ran to Becky's as soon as I got out of school.  I knew
that she was my only hope.  I also knew that there was no way that I could
tell her why I wanted to sleep over at her house.  I figured that I could
just sneak out of the window once she was asleep.  We'd done it together
lots of times.  It should be just as easy to do it by myself.  I tried to
be as casual as I could when I asked, "Becky, is it ok if I sleep over at
your house tonight?  I think my little brother is having his friends at my
house tonight and you know what that's like." She didn't hesitate.  She
replied, "No problem Jolene.  I wouldn't want to be there in a house full
of those little monsters either." I thanked her and then told her that I'd
better go and make sure that it would be ok with my mom and dad.

   I called Mom at work and asked her if it would be ok if I spent the
night at Becky's.  I hadn't known it, but the story about my little brother
having his friends over was true.  Mom said that it would be ok as long as
Dad agreed.  That wouldn't be a problem at all.  I am Daddy's little girl!
I called and got the ok from Dad and I had my plan set.  All I had to do
next was to wait until ten after five to go to the store and meet Pete.

   It was almost quarter to six before Pete got there.  I told him that I
only had a few minutes and then explained my plan to him.  He modified the
plan and told me that he would pick me up anywhere that I wanted.  When I
got in his car and he drove me to his house, I laughed when I found out
that it was only five blocks away from my house.  Then I asked him to drive
past my house so that he would know where it was.  I kind of hid when we
went by so that nobody could see me.  Then we drove past Becky's, a whole
three houses down and across the street from mine, and went to the next
intersection.  When we got to the end of the street, I told him to pick me
up at a certain house right at twelve o'clock.  Everything was set, so I
kissed him on the cheek and got out of his car where none of my neighbors
could see.

   At eleven-fifteen, Becky still wasn't asleep.  I was starting to get
worried.  I kept wondering if I would have to tell her what my plan was
after all.  Then, at eleven-thirty, I looked over and she was snoring
softly.  All I had to do was stuff the sleeping bag with pillows and tuck
in a note just in case she woke up.  I already had the note written.  It
said, "Becky, Sorry I had to go home for a few minutes.  I left the pillows
like this so that your parents wouldn't freak if they saw that I was gone.
BRB, Jolene."

   I crept out of the window as quietly as a cat.  Then I quietly closed it
just enough so that I could get back in.  It was only ten to midnight, so I
knew that I would have plenty of time to get down to the corner.  The moon
was almost full so I could see very well without even a flashlight.  My
heart was racing at the thought of what I would soon be doing.

   As I stood on the corner and waited for Pete, my mind began to come up
with all sorts of horrible things.  What if Pete really wasn't as nice as I
thought he was?  What if I got caught?  What if . . .  Then I heard a car
coming.  I hid at the edge of the bushes and waited to see who it was.  Oh
shit! It was a cop car!  How could Becky have found out so quickly?  How
could . . .  The car drove past.  They didn't see me.  More important than
that, they weren't looking for me.  I knew that I had to calm down.  My
mind was going wild and I knew that I just had to calm down.

   I about freaked when Pete pulled up and whispered, "Jolene?" I jumped up
from the bushes and got in as quietly as I could.  As I did, Pete asked,
"Jolene, are you sure that you want to do this?" I know that I was still
shaking.  I just nodded and whispered, "C'mon, let's go before somebody
sees us."

   Pete's house was nice.  He had lots of expensive furniture and a great
stereo.  You could tell that he wasn't married, but he still had really
good taste for a guy.  Once he closed the door, I think that we both
started to relax a little bit.  Then we sat and Pete said, "I just had them
deliver a pizza if you want some." There was a Domino's box on the coffee
table in front of the couch.  I couldn't say no to pizza.  He smiled
broadly as I carefully lifted the lid to see what was under it.  He said,
"It's a combination with everything but anchovies, mushrooms, and onions."
I looked over at him and said, "No mushrooms?  Right on!"

   Chowing down on pizza made everything even better.  I didn't want to
sound rude, but I asked, "Um, got anything to drink?" Pete smiled and said,
"Anything from a Coke to a Fuzzy Navel." I hadn't thought of a drink with
alcohol in it.  I'd tasted beer and whiskey before, but I didn't like them
much.  The thought of being allowed to have a mixed drink was tempting
though.  I asked, "Is there anything that goes good with pizza that has
alcohol in it?  I mean, do you mind if I drink alcohol?" Pete laughed and
then said, "Jolene Honey, if you're old enough to be here then you're old
enough to have a drink.  I would prefer it if you don't get drunk though.
Is that ok with you?" I just nodded.  "Be right back then," Pete said.

   Pete returned with a Coke in a glass.  I smelled it and knew that there
was something in it. "What's in it?" I asked.  He smiled and answered,
"It's a can of Coke, a half a shot of rum, and a twist of lime.  If you
don't like it then I'll get you something that you do like, ok?" I said,
"Ok," and took a sip.  It just tasted like a regular Coke with a little bit
of a bitter after taste.

   We sat and talked on the couch for a while.  Pete asked me about school
and about Becky and just stuff like that.  I asked him if he liked his job,
if he had any pets, and stuff like that.  It was just like we were old
friends or something.  By the time that my second rum and Coke was gone, I
really needed to pee.  It was kind of embarrassing at first, but I was
starting to feel really warm and comfortable too.  Pete told me that it was
the second door on the right.  He stayed on the couch while I went to the
bathroom.  I knew what we were going to do, so I made sure to wash my cunny
off really well with a wash-cloth when I was in the bathroom.  It made me
tingle a little bit. When I sat back on the couch, I sat right next to
Pete. I felt really nice and warm.  I asked, "Will you kiss me now?" Pete
asked, "Do you want me to?" I nodded.

   This time Pete did use his tongue.  It was incredible.  Every time that
his tongue touched the roof of my mouth behind my teeth, it sent this huge
feeling of warm and good all over my body.  My tongue felt tiny compared to
his.  It must have been ok though because it looked like it did the same
thing to him when I did it to the roof of his mouth.  Then we hugged and
put our hands up and down each other's sides and stuff.  It felt sooo good.

   We did that for a long time until I had to pee again.  I didn't want to
stop kissing but I had to.  I told Pete and he asked if I minded if he went
in with me.  I didn't care.  It sounded kind of strange but I felt too good
to care about anything like that.  When we got to the bathroom, Pete asked
me if he could take off my top.  I didn't care, so I let him.  Then he took
off my bra too.  I really had to go, so I pulled down my jeans and panties.
When I sat down, he smiled and pulled them the rest of the way off and set
them in a pile.

   It felt great to finally pee.  It was almost starting to hurt I had to
go so bad.  When I finished, Pete took off my shoes and socks too.  I was
completely naked.  Then he pulled his shirt over his head and set it by my
clothes.  His shoes and socks came next.  Finally, his jeans and underwear
were off, and I was sitting there in front of a completely naked man.  It
felt weird.

   When I wiped off, Pete asked me to come in the bedroom with him.  The
fuzzy feeling was kind of going away, but I still felt really good.  I
followed him to his bedroom.  He had a HUGE bed.  I kind of thought that it
would be a waterbed, but it wasn't.  "Will you come and lay next to me
Jolene?" Pete asked.  I didn't hesitate and was on the bed before he was.
Then we started kissing and rubbing each other's sides again.  It felt
good.

   Pete asked me to lie on my back and to trust him.  I did trust him, so
that's what I did.  I don't really have great boobs or anything, but when
he kissed them and then sucked on them it was like the most warm and
wonderful thing I ever felt before.  Getting the orgasm the night before
was stronger but this was better.  It was all over my whole body and it
felt like pure love.  It made me feel like I was part of him or something.
I don't know why I did it, but I grabbed his boner with both hands when he
started kissing my boobs.

   I had no idea what I was doing or what he was going to do, but it felt
good.  Pete stopped kissing my boobs for a while and we kissed each other
instead.  I still had his boner in my hands too.  He stopped kissing me
just long enough to say, "You can touch me anywhere you want Jolene Honey.
Just explore everywhere if you want to." Then we kissed more.  I could feel
his heart beat in his boner.  It was strong.  I felt underneath it with one
hand and felt his balls.  They were all squishy and soft.  I had expected
them to be lots harder.  The more that I explored, the more that he kissed
me.

   Pete stopped kissing me again and asked, "Is it ok if I touch you too?"
I nodded and pushed my head back up to get him to kiss me more.  He did. 
Oh my God!  When his fingers touched my cunny, it was like I got a big
electric shock or something.  It made me kind of jump.  It felt wonderful.
Then he put the tip of his finger inside me and it did it again, only even
stronger.

   Pete was so soft and gentle.  I didn't understand what was happening,
but it felt so good and right that I didn't care.  He said, "Honey, you're
just so wet that I think you need to cum, ok?" I just nodded.  With that,
he dipped his thumb into me and got lots of my juice on it.  Then he made
circles with it.  I got an orgasm almost right away.  He kissed me when I
got it too.  He kissed me hard.  It felt different this time.  I felt it
all over just like when he kissed my boobs.  I pressed up hard against his
hand, but he kept making circles until I stopped moving.  Then I had to
make him stop when it got too ticklish.

   It was love.  I knew that it was love.  It felt too good to be anything
else.  I tried to catch my breath and then I said, "Pete, I love you." He
just smiled and said, "I know Honey, but remember that this is a different
kind of love." I didn't know what he meant and I didn't even care.

   It took a while for me to get my breath back.  When I did, Pete asked me
if I would do the same thing for him.  I smiled and said, "Yes Honey.  I
will do anything for you." He asked, "Can I put just the end of my boner
inside you when you do it?" I didn't understand, but I said yes anyway.
With that, Pete got between my legs and then tucked a pillow under my bum.
I asked him what I should do.

   He told me to just rub his boner up and down and that doing that was
just like doing circles is for girls.  I really wanted him to feel what I
just felt.  Then it happened.  He put the end of his boner in me and I
thought I was going to explode.  It made me jerk again like before.  Pete
was mine.  He was in me and he was mine!  I could feel him in me!  I tried
not to think of me and I rubbed his boner just like he told me to.  When I
did, he said, "Oh God Jolene, You feel so good!  You are making me feel so
good.  I wish I could have you!" I kept rubbing on it until he got all
jerky like I did.  Pete said, "I'm going to cum inside of you now Jolene. I
love you Jolene!" All of the sudden, I could feel his heartbeat inside my
cunny.  I didn't know what to do so I pushed up with my cunny as hard as I
could.

   A pain shot through my cunny, but I felt Pete's boner going in deeper.
It hurt but I wanted to make him know that I loved him, so I pushed up hard
again.  He got in even more.  I did it again and again until I got it all
the way in me.  Then everything went warm and good.  I felt his boner
jerking hard inside of my cunny.  His boner was putting hot stuff all over
in my cunny.  He jerked a few more times and then he kissed me.  I could
tell that he was way tired and out of breath, but he kissed me.  Then he
said, "Oh God Jolene, I love you, but you shouldn't have done that.  I
didn't mean to take that away from you." I smiled and said, "It's ok Pete,
I wanted to."

   Pete rolled me over on top of him and held me tightly.  I could feel
that his boner was getting soft in me, but it was still way in there.  Pete
asked, "Does it hurt much Honey?" I shook my head and said, "It feels nice.
I like how you feel in me." I didn't dare to look down and see, because I
knew that I would faint if I saw blood.  I always faint when I see blood. I
just knew that it was what Pete wanted.  I guess I kind of wanted it too a
little bit.

   I woke up to a very warm and nice feeling in my cunny.  Pete was wiping
me off with a warm wash-cloth.  In a very warm and loving voice, Pete
asked, "Would you like it if I made love to you in a different way now?  I
know that this way won't hurt." It felt like I had scraped my knee, only it
was on the inside of my cunny.  I didn't care what Pete did as long as he
still loved me.  I said, "Ok Honey."

   Pete started kissing the soft parts of my legs.  It felt really nice. 
The closer he got to my cunny, the better it felt.  Then he kissed my
cunny. It felt like pure love again.  The more that he kissed, the more I
knew that he loved me.  When he started licking and sucking my cunny, I
knew that he loved me as much as I loved him.  When he made circles with
his thumb it felt wonderful, but his tongue was even better.  The more that
I jerked, the harder he sucked and licked my little bump.  I got another
way strong orgasm, but it didn't make me ticklish afterward this time.  It
just got warm and tingly when it was done.  I was right about to ask him
how come I wasn't ticklish this time when another big orgasm started.  It
was even more strong.  When it was as strong as it could be, Pete put his
finger in me and did something that made it even stronger.  I squirted
juice all over his face.  It went everywhere.  I couldn't even move.  Then
everything went really bright and I felt like I was inside of love.  It was
the most wonderful thing ever.

   I was dressed when I woke up.  Pete had cleaned me up and even put a
panty liner inside of my undies.  He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and
he was holding me very tightly.  I didn't know what to think.  He was
looking right into my eyes and smiling.  It took me a while to be able to
see clearly, and then he asked, "How do you feel Jolene?" "What happened?"
I asked.  Pete ran his fingers through my hair and softly answered, "You
had a G-Spot orgasm and it was just too much for that beautiful little body
of yours to handle Honey.  You passed out.  Do you feel ok now?" I hugged
Pete tightly and said, "Oh God I love you Pete!" He kept running his
fingers through my hair.

   Telling me that I had to get back before Becky woke up was NOT what I
wanted to hear.  I cried a little bit and tried to talk him into letting me
stay, but I knew that he was right.  I also knew that I would be back. 
This was the man I was going to marry!  He might not have known it, but I
certainly did.  I asked, "Pete, will you tell me the truth if I ask you
something?" He knew what I was going to ask.  He answered, "Yes Jolene, I
do love you, but I'm not sure exactly how.  Does that make sense?" I smiled
and nodded.

   There were still no lights on at Becky's house when I got back.  I hoped
that meant that nobody had missed me.  I crept in through the window and
closed it quietly behind me.  As I got into my sleeping bag, Becky asked me
if it had been good.  I pretended not to know what she meant.  She then
told me that she'd seen me getting into Pete's car and that she'd guessed
why I wanted to sleep over.  I kept up the act until she finally said, "God
Jolene, I'm your best friend!  I'm not going to tell anyone or anything!"

   With that, I told her everything.  She sounded so jealous as I described
how gentle and loving Pete had been through the whole thing.  She even
started to cry when I told her how he had run his hands through my hair. 
She asked me if I was ok, and if he had hurt me at all.  I told her that I
was a little bit sore, but that I was fine.  Then asked where he lived, but
I felt uneasy about it, so I made something up about him living way across
town.  When she asked me where I'd met him, I knew that something was very
wrong.  She knew exactly who I'd been with.  Even in the dark, the look of
fear in her eyes told me that we were not the only people in the room.  My
heart started pounding and I grasped for something to say.  I answered,
"Um, he's the guy from East High that asked me out last week, remember? 
Tony Morris?  The Sophomore?" Then the lights came on in the room.  My dad
was sitting quietly in the chair at the other end of the room.  His head
was in his hands and he was crying.  Mom was standing by the light switch
with a tape recorder in her hand.  She looked more angry than anything
else. I knew that the piece of paper in my pocket was all that my parents
would need to have Pete put in jail.  It had both his name and number on
it.

   My heart was racing so I did what I knew how to do.  I cried.  It wasn't
all acting either.  I knew that it meant that I probably wouldn't be able
to see Pete for a very long time.  I knew that Becky could identify him
too, but why would she have warned me like that if she really wanted Pete
to be caught?  I felt completely helpless!  I asked between sobs, "How
could you do this to me Becky?" By this time, Becky was crying as hard as I
was.  She sobbed, "Your mom saw you leave through the window.  She made me
do it!  I'm sorry Jolene.  I'm so sorry!"

   Mom asked only one question before I went home with her and Dad.  She
asked, "How old is this boy Jolene?" I sniffled and said, "I think he's
sixteen." With that, I was led home.  Neither my mother nor my father said
anything to me other than, "Goodnight and don't leave your room without
permission."

   Not going to the same school as Becky made it very difficult for us to
stay as close as we were only a few months before.  That was when I still
had some freedom.  Becky had gone to a private Catholic school since she
was only eleven.  Now that neither of my parents trusted me, the BBS was
the only way that Becky and I could speak freely and openly with each
other. The BBS also made the hell of not being able to be with Pete almost
bearable.  At least we could talk there without my parents knowing who I
was talking to.  He even got another account on the BBS that said he was a
thirteen-year-old girl.  That way, even my mom would approve of `her'.

   The more that my parents tried to keep me from having a life, the more
that I fought them.  I didn't really want to be obnoxious, but there's not
much that you can do when you're not allowed out of the house unless it's
supervised by an adult.  They had gone way off the deep end as far as I was
concerned.  Mom was convinced that I was a slut and dad was just sad that
his little girl wasn't a virgin anymore.  Mom was also pissed off that
there was no student at East High with the name Tony Morris.  I told her
that was what he told me his name was and I didn't know any other way to
find out.  She even had me go through their yearbook pictures to try to
find him.  Telling her that I couldn't recognize his house didn't help
either.  She wanted blood!

   What I had lost in freedom, I tried to make up for in masturbation.  I
was `doing circles' at least five times a day.  If mom was the only one
home, I'd even moan really loud just so that she would know what I was
doing.  I had learned more about sex from what she'd been calling me than I
ever learned from Pete.  The big difference was that it meant something
when I did it with Pete.  Mom was just saying things to make me feel bad.

   Mom never really swore in front of me until the night that I got caught
climbing back into Becky's window.  Up until then, she'd treated all of us
kids with respect.  Things were different for all of us now.  It was as
though someone had given her a license to be a bitch.  She was even
swearing at my little brother and sister.

   A little over a month ago, mom called Steven a little prick and Amy a
cunt.  When dad found out about that, all hell broke loose.  They went at
each other like they were at war.  From my room, I heard dad say, "Let it
go Joyce!  She's done what she can to find the boy.  He doesn't want to be
found, so let it go!  She's our daughter for God's sake!  You've been
treating her like she's a criminal!  I'm not happy that it happened either,
but it did, so let's move on!  Can we do that?  Can we just move on?" It
got quiet after that for about a half-hour.

   The lock had been removed from my bedroom door.  Both Mom and Dad were
in the habit of just barging in to see that I wasn't doing anything wrong.
That's why I was so surprised when they knocked and asked if they could
come in.  Mom was the first to say anything.  She hugged me tightly and
said, "Jolene, I'm sorry for how I've been acting.  I just feel so
violated. You mean so very much to me and I love you very much." I couldn't
help it.  I started crying right then.  I said, "I love you too Mom.  I'm
sorry that I disappointed you." With that, Dad started crying too and
joined in the hug.  I said, "I'm sorry Daddy.  I love you."

   Order returned to our house.  There were lots of new rules, but I at
least had a little bit of freedom.  I was again allowed to spend time with
Becky without adult supervision, but Dad said that sleep-overs would
probably be out for quite a while.  All that had happened had made me grow
up quite a bit.  It had made me question things that I wouldn't have
questioned before. Because of that, I had the nerve to ask, "Dad, have I
ever broken a promise to you?" He thought for a moment and then said that I
hadn't.  I asked, "So if I promise you that I will not leave Becky's house
on a sleep-over, will it still be out?  He thought for a moment again and
then said, "I don't know Jolene.  I don't know how Becky's parents would
take it for one thing, and I know that your mother is still worried for
another.  I just don't know." I smiled and said, "Thanks Daddy.  It means a
lot to me to know that you still trust me at least a little bit." Then I
hugged him.

   It took about a week of my newfound freedom for me to get together with
Pete every third period.  It was a study hall for me, so I didn't get in
trouble for leaving campus as long as I was back in time for fourth period.
We made love every day for a few weeks.  It wasn't the best ever in the
back of his new van, but it met my needs.  Mom's insistence that I be on
birth control pills came in handy too.  Pete had me flat out on my tummy
with his boner way in me one day.  As soon as he shot his stuff in me, we
both noticed that there was blood all around my cunny.  I got my first
period with Pete's boner in me.  Talk about being glad that I was on birth
control pills!

   It was a week or so later when I got the idea to invite Becky to see
what Pete and I did every third period.  She didn't want to at first, but
she finally gave in.  I had become the teacher and she was the student now.
She just sat with her mouth hanging open when Pete started licking my cunny
right in front of her.  She said, "God Jolene!  Think you like that
enough?" I just laughed and asked, "Pete Honey, would you do this with
Becky if she wants?" Pete didn't miss a lick, but he answered, "Only if she
wants me to and it's ok with you, Jolene."

   Becky's face was bright red.  I wondered if she thought that cutting
class to come and see Pete and I was a really bad idea.  I started to get a
good orgasm when Becky finally started to answer. Pete slid a finger in me
to give me the good G-spot kind.  Becky said, "I don't know Jolene.  He's
yours and I wouldn't want to interfere.  Maybe it would be better if I
didn't do anything like that." I wanted to answer her, but Pete's finger on
just that right spot made me squirt.  Pete pulled his face away and Becky
got to see me squirt big time!  I blurted out, "Pete!  More!" He licked
more and I finished my orgasm.

   "Ever had one like that before Becky?" Pete asked, as he licked up the
last traces of my juice. Becky's face was still red, but her jaw was almost
on the floor now.  She didn't say a word.  Pete then dropped his jeans to
the floor and said, "Becky, I'm a terrible aim with this thing.  Would you
help me out here?" She didn't budge.  I asked, "C'mon Becky.  Help him to
put it in me?  Please?" Becky's face couldn't have gotten any redder.  She
just sat there silently.  I was still bent over with my hands on the door
handle.
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Jolene and I had been friends forever.  We'd done just about everything

with each other.  About the only thing that ever came between us was Pete,
her `boyfriend'.  You probably just read all about what they do together,
so I'll tell you what happened next.

   I felt really shitty about just sitting and watching an old guy like
Pete doing things like that to my best friend.  I knew that he was just
using her, and I guessed that he would probably dump her as soon as she got
older.  I'd read about guys like him who get off on doing things with
little girls. The only reason that I hadn't said anything earlier was that
I knew that Jolene really loved him.

   When he had the nerve to start licking Jolene right in front of me, I
didn't really know what to do. At first, I got a little bit sick to my
stomach.  There, right in front of me, some guy was doing to Jolene what
even my boyfriends had never done to me.  What's more, she was enjoying it!
My nausea turned to anger.

   I guess that it was when Pete asked me to actually grab his dick and
stick into my best friend's cunny that I freaked.  Jolene was leaning
against the handle on the van door, with her butt stuck way out.  I looked
at her butt.  Then I looked at Pete's dick, and said, "Fuck it!  If you
want to be a little slut for this guy then go ahead Jolene!" I grabbed
Pete's dick in my right hand and yanked on it and pulled him closer to
Jolene with it.  "Cram it in!  It goes right in here!" I shouted.  Pete's
dick and two of my fingers were inside of my best friend's body.  I was
furious!  Then I started to cry.  I don't know why, but I started to cry my
heart out.

   There was something about everything that Pete did after that I couldn't
understand.  He had yelped when I had pulled on his dick.  I knew that it
had hurt him.  I WANTED it to hurt him! Even so, he took me in his arms and
told me that everything would be ok.  That just made me madder.  I broke
free of his grasp and then Jolene put her arms around me.  I didn't like
that either, but I tolerated it.

   "God, Becky!  What's wrong?" Jolene pleaded.  What came from my mouth
after she asked me, that remains a mystery to me to this day.  I told her
that I loved her.  I told her that I was jealous.  I told her that I was
afraid for her.  I told her everything!  I know that most of it didn't come
out right because I was crying so hard, but Pete seemed to understand.

   Being wrapped in Jolene's arms made Pete's presence bearable.  I hated
him so much for being the one who Jolene loved.  She should have loved ME!
Things had finally come to the surface and I didn't know how to handle
them. I began to cry even harder.  Nothing that Jolene did made me feel any
better.  I knew that she was the only one who could make me feel better,
but I didn't know what to say or do.  I just lay on the floor of that awful
van and cried my eyes out.

   I heard Pete say something, but I didn't really pay any attention to
him. Then Jolene asked him, "What?" in a rather shocked tone.  I didn't
want to know what they were talking about.  I hated him, but I listened to
what he said anyway.  He spoke very softly and soothingly.  He said, "It's
ok honey.  She's your friend.  She loves you, and she needs you right now.
Just do it.  It will be ok."

   Jolene looked into my eyes as if she had seen someone from the past. 
Tears welled up in them and then she said something that I will always
cherish.  She said, "I love you too Becky." Then Jolene kissed me.  Oh God!
She kissed me!

   What followed was a very personal and intimate time for Jolene and I. 
We kissed as lovers kiss. We held as lovers hold and touched as lovers
touch.  For the first time in my life I felt satisfied to be with another
human being.  It wasn't about sex.  It was about belonging to and with
another human being.  It was fulfilling.  I truly felt that we were the
only two people in the world.

   Jolene and I had spent a good half-hour with each other before I
remembered that she needed to be back in class.  I felt as though my friend
had replaced something that I had been continuously loosing for the past
several years.  I don't know what you would call it, but being with her
made it possible for me to survive.  It made it possible for me to cope.  I
could deal with anything while I was in Jolene's arms and she was in mine.

   When Jolene started to get dressed, Pete spoke for the first time since
everything had begun between Jolene and I.  He hadn't really been watching
what we did.  In fact, his dick was quite limp.  He asked, "Do you think
that we can talk now, Becky?" I had no idea how to respond. Jolene was
sitting and putting on her shoes.  She just smiled at both of us.  Then she
asked, "Will you two please talk?  Please Becky?" What could I say?  How
could I refuse?

   Jolene kissed me first, and then Pete.  Then, she blew us each a kiss
and climbed out the side van door.  That left me alone and feeling a bit
bewildered.  "What do you want to talk about?" I asked.  What Pete said
blew my mind completely.  "About both of us being in love with Jolene?" he
replied.

   I was very guarded at first.  Pete was anything but guarded.  He sat
there in the nude while I was fully clothed.  Somehow that gave me an edge.
I asked, "Do you think that I'm some kind of a sicko because I'm gay?" Pete
smiled and slowly shook his head.  Then, after an enormous pause, he said,
"I think it's you who thinks that I'm the sicko for being a
thirty-two-year-old guy who's in love with a thirteen-year-old girl." My
defenses were strong.  "Yeah, what's with that?" I asked.

   As Pete explained how he felt about Jolene, I began to feel guilty for
everything that I had thought about him.  It soon became evident that what
he felt for her was no different from what I felt for her.  Then he told me
that he'd known how I felt about Jolene for quite some time.  It was when
he told me that it had been his idea for Jolene to kiss me all along that I
really started to accept Pete as someone I could understand.  I got up and
sat across from him.

   "So you've known about it that long and you still didn't say anything to
Jolene about me?" I asked.  Pete smiled and said, "No.  I told Jolene about
it a long time ago." Then he asked, "Why do you think that she kept
inviting you to be with us?" I was at a loss.  "So, you don't mind?" I
hesitantly asked.  "I didn't say that," Pete replied.  "It's just that I
don't want to keep her from anything that girls your age do," he continued.
This was not right.  I was not just some little girl fling!  I asked,
"Wait, so you think that all girls do what Jolene and I just did?" Pete
tried to make sense of it, but it took him a hell of a long time to make
himself clear to me.  Then he finally summed it all up and made sense.  He
said, "I'm so much older than Jolene that I don't want to keep her from
doing things that she would do If I were her age."

   I began to feel that I really could like this guy after all.  He wasn't
just some pervert who got off on doing little girls.  He really did care
about Jolene.  Then something came to me.  Why had I been invited to be
with Jolene AND Pete?  Why hadn't he just told her that he didn't mind if
she did what she wanted with me?  My question came out more abruptly than I
had expected it would.  I asked, "Did you think that I was going to do you
today?"

   The look on Pete's face finally turned from gentle and kind to.  He
said, "Look.  This is the way it is.  Jolene is in love with me and I am in
love with her.  Nothing and nobody is going to change that.  You are in
love with Jolene too.  We've talked about that and Jolene totally able to
handle it. What she's not able to handle is being torn apart.  She's always
loved you, even if it's not the same way that you feel about her.  These
feelings are all new to her.  She is a very trusting person and she knows
that neither of us wants to hurt her.  She needs BOTH of us to work things
out so that she can deal with them.  I don't think that's too much to ask."
It was time for me to back-peddle.  "I didn't mean for it to come out like
that," I stammered.  I continued, "This is really confusing for me too,"
and then I started to cry.

   Pete got up, stepped over, and then sat next to me.  Before I could stop
him, I was in his arms and he was swaying back and forth.  "I know it's
confusing Becky," he soothingly replied.  I began to understand why Jolene
put so much trust in this man.  He pulled me onto his lap and held me
tightly.  He was completely naked, but that thought didn't even occur to
him.  All that he knew was that I needed to be held.

   My tears didn't stop.  The pain was still there.  Even though Pete was
doing all that he knew to do, I was still feeling torn apart inside.  Pete
began to lightly kiss my forehead and cheeks.  I reeled back at first, but
relaxed when I saw that his eyes were closed.  I quietly asked, "Why are
you doing that?" His eyes opened slowly and then he quietly asked, "Does it
feel soothing?  Is it helping you to feel better?" I didn't really want to
admit to myself that it was, but I nodded and then snuggled my head onto
his chest.

   We stayed like that for the longest time.  Then Pete kissed me on the
head and got up.  He took a large feather comforter from one of the
cupboards and placed it on the floor.  Then he asked me to lie next to him
on it.  His body had felt good.  He had not been at all aggressive, so I
got up and lay next to him on the comforter.

   "Oh God!  He's running his fingers through my hair!" I thought.  It felt
so soothing.  I was so relaxed.  I understood more of why Jolene cared so
much for this man.  With my eyes closed, I asked, "Do you think that Jolene
would mind if you kissed me?" Pete hugged me the slightest bit more tightly
and then said, "We can do anything that you want to do, Becky.  Jolene
knows that I love her, and that nothing that I do will ever change that."
His voice was so calm and relaxing. Then he kissed me very softly on the
lips.

   As we kissed, I became more understanding of his feelings for Jolene. 
What was happening to me must have been what Jolene had felt.  I felt as
though I was being absorbed into a wonderful, big, warm feather sponge. 
The outside world began to fade away.  All of my fears and anxiety were
drifting to the back of my mind.  All that I could feel was the tenderness
that was pouring out of this man.

   Without even knowing it, I began to undress myself.  When I got down to
my pants, Pete was caressing my breasts and kissing my neck.  I'm not sure
how my pants got off, but I do remember laying there with Pete's hand under
my panties.  I remember looking up into his eyes as he entered my body with
the same dick that I had so wanted to rip off earlier.  For the first time
in my life, a man was making love to me.  Pete wasn't just fucking me.  It
wasn't some animalistic act.  It was pure tenderness and concern.  The way
that this man was touching me was giving me feelings like I'd never felt
before.  For the first time, I came with a man's penis inside of me.  I
hadn't needed a vibrator.  There was no real clitoral stimulation.  Pure
emotion was what brought me to my climax.

   Pete must have stared into my eyes for four more orgasms after that.  I
remember wondering if he'd put on a condom.  I also remember not caring if
he had.  What I was feeling was worth any price.  I held my hand to his
chest and shook my head after that.  Pete just stopped moving and lay next
to me.  He hadn't cum yet.

   "Is this what it's always like between you and Jolene?" I asked. 
"Sometimes it's different, but it's always about these same feelings," Pete
replied.  I lay there and wondered.  Then Pete began to lightly kiss me
again.  Everything felt so wonderful.  It was like a fuzzy dream that I
could reach out and touch.  I asked, "Do you really think that I'm gay"
Pete just smiled.  When he didn't answer, I asked again.  Pete finally
responded.  In a voice that was as calm and smooth as silk, he said, "No
honey.  I just think that you need to be loved."

   I was reluctant to tell Jolene what had happened between Pete and I.  I
don't know how to explain it exactly, but I felt like I was cheating on
both Jolene and Pete.  It was a very bizarre and uncomfortable feeling. 
She arrived at my door at about four-thirty.  I had said goodbye to Pete
less than a half-hour before that.  We went to my bedroom and talked.

   Jolene had a confident look on her face as she sat on my bed next to me.
It didn't even occur to me to wonder what she was thinking.  She just
smiled and asked, "You love him too, don't you?" What could I say?  I
fumbled for words and finally came up with, "Are you mad?" My best friend
smiled and then gave me a big bear-hug.  "I just knew you would!" she
beamed.  "Isn't he the best?" she asked in an enthusiastic voice that I had
all but forgotten.  Not only was she not mad, Jolene was actually happy.  I
was completely confused!

   "Did you like . . .  Um . . .  Well . . .  You know . . .  Did you?"
Jolene hounded gleefully.  "Uh . . .  Well . . .  Yeah." I replied. 
Another of her hugs engulfed me.  "This is soooo cool!" she exclaimed, as
she flopped back on my bed.  Then she sprang back up and asked, "Did you
get one?" I knew what she meant.  "Uh . . .  I think I got six, but then I
had to stop," I replied.  The rest of the evening was to be spent giggling
and talking about all that had happened.

   For the first time, Jolene went into vivid detail with me about what her
and Pete had done.  We compared notes on the little that I had done with
him.  Then, out of the blue, Jolene asked, "So, do you still want to fuck
me?" She continued, "It's ok if you do . . .  It might even be kind of cool
to do it with another girl." I had no idea what to say.  I asked, "What
made you think of that?" She said, "Well, Pete and me talked about it a lot
and I just thought of it when I saw your nipples getting hard." It was true
that my nipples were hard, but it really had nothing to do with Jolene."

   Jolene and I agreed that it was something that we might want to try
sometime, but that until then we were both pretty much just into how Pete
made us feel.  After that little discussion, we made our first real plans
for being together with Pete.  Jolene was totally at ease with the idea of
sharing her man with me.  I don't think that I would have been so
understanding if it had been me who had met him first.  I know I wouldn't.
Anyway, we agreed that Saturday would be the day.  We were both supposed to
go to a large amusement park for a trip that day.  Jolene's parents had
already approved it.  All that they would have to do would be to sneak out
and meet Pete in the parking lot.

   The three of us spent the next few nights talking about our plans on the
computer.  The BBS was the perfect place to say anything.  I even sent some
private messages to Pete that Jolene didn't know about.  It was way cool!

   We went on a few rides with our friends and then we snuck out.  It was
totally easy!  Finding Pete's van was NOT totally easy though.  We'd walked
through almost the whole huge lot before Jolene finally saw it.  Pete was
standing by the side of it.  He was waving.  "What took you guys so long?"
Pete asked.  Jolene started bitching him out about parking so far away. 
Then he picked her up and bit her lightly on her neck.  Instant silence! 
She just melted in his arms.  I was still a bit nervous about the three of
us, but I knew that it was as good a time as any to see her reaction. "My
turn!  That looks like fun," I shouted.  Jolene smiled and said, "I
wouldn't if I were you.  He's going to make you melt." Melt I did!  Oh God!
What was it that this man possessed?  I didn't care. It felt wonderful to
me.

   "I've got us a tent set up over in the campground," Pete told us.  "A
tent?" Jolene asked.  He just nodded.  A tent was not really what I had in
mind.  I thought that the van was bad enough.  A hotel would have been
nice. Even Pete's house would probably be nice, but a tent?  Jolene rolled
her eyes when she looked over at me.  Then she said, "Yeah, he's Mr. 
Camper or something." She continued, "He promised to take me camping
sometime before I got busted at your parents' place." Pete laughed and
said, "And it's a promise that I will keep, just as soon as you can figure
out a way to spend the night away from home."

   What Pete called a tent is what I called a five-room cloth house!  This
thing was huge!  It was a big old canvas thing with rooms that you could
stand up in.  It was also set up way in the corner so that we were
completely away from everyone else.  "You like?" Pete asked proudly. 
Jolene looked at me, and I looked at her.  Then we both said, "No way!" in
unison.  Pete was left holding the door open while Jolene and I raced
inside.

   The first few minutes in the `sleeping' part of the tent were a bit
awkward.  We told Pete that we had to be back for dinner at five, but that
everything else would be totally cool.  He seemed pleased with that and
then asked, "So, do we all just stare at each other and wonder what to do
now?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, I think so." Jolene and Pete both laughed.
Then Jolene said, "No, silly!  We all get naked and then stare at each
other." She continued, "It's LOTS more fun that way." It had become my turn
to laugh.

   There was a rustle of clothing and then we all stood there naked.  I
REALLY felt awkward!  Then Pete knelt down and grabbed both Jolene and I
around the waist and hugged us.  With that, Jolene said, "He's really
ticklish!" Pete tried to stand, but I pushed him back as hard as I could.
He tipped over and fell on the sleeping bags.  Jolene immediately sat on
his chest and tickled him under his arms.  That left his ribs exposed, so I
sat on his legs and went to work as well.  Pete was tickling Jolene as much
as the two of us were tickling him.  It was great!  I was back where I was
safe . . .  or so I thought.

   With no warning at all, Jolene turned around and pushed herself on top
of me.  When I fell over, she lay on top of me and tickled my ribs, while
Pete went after my feet.  We were all laughing like crazy.  I was tickling
Jolene back with everything that I had, but it was hard with Pete tickling
my feet at the same time.  I was just about to try to push Jolene off of me
when she kissed me.  I kept tickling her for a while and then I forgot what
I was doing.  I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her back.

   Pete was still tickling my feet while Jolene and I kissed.  There is no
other feeling like that in the world.  I really felt her boobs pressing
against mine.  Her little nipples were hard.  Her lips were so soft. 
Everything about her was sexy.  Then Pete saw what we were doing.  He
asked, "Can I help?" Jolene kind of shook her head, but she didn't stop
kissing me.  She was enjoying it as much as I was.

   Pete started rubbing his hands all over Jolene's back and legs.  When he
did, she pulled me closer and kissed me harder.  Then she opened her mouth
and put her tongue inside mine.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  She
did things to me with her tongue that no guy had ever done.  Not even Pete
had kissed me the way that Jolene was kissing me.  Her tongue was tiny, but
it was sooo soft!  I felt like I was in heaven.  I was wrong.

   Heaven started when I felt Pete's hand running up my leg while Jolene
and I kissed.  He was doing the same thing to Jolene.  I knew that I was
really close to getting an orgasm, and I thought that Jolene was too.  We
were playing with each other's breasts with one hand, but our other hands
were behind each other's heads.

   I felt Jolene's body start to tighten.  I knew that she was pretty close
to an orgasm, but then Pete did to me what he had just done to her.  Both
Jolene and I slammed hard into our orgasms as Pete's fingers slid into us.
We both fucked against his hands while our tongues mingled.  I moaned
loudly into her mouth and she let out a little scream into mine.  Then she
squeezed my breast tightly and I went over the edge.  I gasped into her
mouth and our kiss ended.  Neither of us could breathe.  We both panted and
strained for air as the lower halves of our bodies collided.  Then, without
warning, Pete pulled Jolene off of me.  He picked her up and pushed her
legs between mine until her smooth cunny straddled mine.

   I felt Jolene's heat, and I know that she could feel mine.  She bucked
and humped against my leg and I against hers.  We rubbed and pushed and
bucked until Jolene screamed aloud.  Then, after one last hard jerk, I felt
her warmth running into me and down the back of my leg.  My body tensed and
I quivered until I could feel my own juices flowing across her little mound
and down to the back of my leg.

   It had been more than I had expected.  I looked down only to find my own
hand between us. Jolene's was there too.  I didn't remember doing it, but
we must have been touching each other.  I took her hand in my own and held
it tightly.  Jolene's eyes had been closed, but she opened them when I took
her hand.  She smiled when she looked at me.  Then she said, "I really do
love you Becky." My heart melted even more when she said that.  I smiled
back and said, "I love you too, Jolene, but you have to clean this up." We
both laughed a little and then Pete said, "Hey, what about me?  I helped!"
Jolene looked at me and then said, "See how men are?" I giggled a bit and
replied, "Yeah, who needs them?" We both giggled and then Jolene tilted her
head way back into Pete's lap and said, "I love you honey." She was looking
up at him and making a kissing gesture.

   Pete smiled at Jolene, leaned down as if he was going to try to kiss
her, and then leaned forward and licked her from between her boobs all the
way to her belly button.  Then he laughed and said, "Tastes like . . . 
Ummm . . .  Honey!" Jolene beamed.  She didn't say a word.  The smile on
her face said it all.  Jolene looked at me after that.  I looked away.  I
was feeling like I didn't really belong again.  Then she asked, "Do you
think that Becky tastes like honey too?" Pete shuffled himself around
quickly and poised himself to attack me the same way.  I giggled and said,
"Noooooo!" Too late!  From my belly button up between my breasts and then
onto my breast. Pete's tongue circled my nipple a few times and then he sat
back up.  "Ummm . . .  Not honey. More like . . .  Um . . .  Sugar!" Jolene
and I both laughed.  Pete just sat there with a proud look on his face.

   "C'mere you two little vixens," Pete said, as he pulled us up to his
sides.  Jolene was on his right and I was on his left.  Once we were lying
beside him, he rolled us onto his chest and stared at both of our faces. 
Jolene's first, and then mine.  A smile widened across his lips and then he
said, "You know, I could very easily be in love with both of you at the
same time!" Jolene gave him a quick peck on the lips and I lay my head on
his chest and looked into Jolene's eyes.  She looked so happy and content.
I could have stayed like that forever!

   I wasn't really asleep, but I was very close.  As I opened my eyes, I
saw Jolene kneeling at Pete's waist.  She was quickly swaying her hips from
side to side and taunting Pete.  Her eyes danced as she stuck her tongue
out at him.  I lifted my head from his chest just enough to see that she
wasn't letting him put it in her all of the way.  He would try to push up,
but Jolene would just raise herself so that he couldn't get in any more. 
It was driving him crazy!  I lay my head back on his chest and watched the
little game that they were playing.  There seemed to be no end to the joy
that these two shared.

   "Bite his nipple," Jolene commanded.  I looked to make sure that she was
serious and then I did.  I clamped down on Pete's nipple with my teeth. 
There was a gasp in my right ear and a giggle in my left.  Jolene had
lowered herself at the same instant that I bit Pete.  Jolene was getting a
big laugh out of it.  Pete . . .  Well, Pete was getting what Jolene
wouldn't let him have before.  Then she got up, lay beside him again, and
gave him a peck on his cheek.  They were just like two little kids playing
at recess!  What I realized after that blew my mind.

   Sex wasn't a tool that you used.  It wasn't only an expression of love.
Sex could be anything that you wanted it to be!  It was just a different
form of communication.  Jolene was feeling playful and she was using sex to
communicate it!  Sex didn't always have to end with an orgasm.  It could
end with a peck on the cheek.  My mind began to race at what I'd just
discovered!  Then Jolene leaned over, said, "One for you too," and gave me
a peck on the cheek.

   I won't say that I didn't enjoy the orgasms that the three of us shared
for the rest of the day.  I did enjoy them.  I explored more than just the
orgasms though.  We teased and played and experimented with new things.  My
eyes were finally open to what it was that I was supposed to be looking
for. At sixteen-years-old, I'll bet that I learned more about sex in that
one day than most people ever learn in their whole lives.  I learned what
sex is really all about.  In the weeks and months follow, I'm sure that I
will learn even more.  Maybe I'll tell you about it.


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