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 Subject: J-Girls...Part 13 (repost)



   13 - Back Home Again, In Indiana





   The drive home was the first chance I'd had to really talk to Mindy. 
"So, darling, how about telling me what happened to you last night."

   "First of all, I didn't spend the entire night with Mr.  Tracy, . . . 
Uh, Paul.  I eventually ended up in the girl's cottage."

   "The girl's cottage?  What's that?"

   "There's a cottage, a small house actually, behind the main house and
it's just for the girls."

   "I see.  So anyway, tell me what happened between you and Paul.  I'm
dying to know."

   "Well, I was really surprised when that big ball came right down at me.
It was like I was destined to catch it.  Look, they gave me A $50 gift
certificate at Macy's for being the first girl chosen."

   "You weren't as surprised as I was when I saw you come out holding that
ball in the air." I looked at the certificate but it was for $100.  "Honey,
this is a lot more than $50."

   "Oh yeah.  I forgot.  They doubled it because I was a first-time girl.
They also gave me a watch for being a first-time girl.  Everyone gets a
watch on their first trip to the grounds."

   It was interesting.  Mindy was picking up the terminology and I had no
trouble following her explanation.  "Go on sweetheart.  Tell me what
happened."

   "OK.  I've told this so many times already to the girls . . .  Mr. 
Tracy, Paul, he took me to one of those tents they have in the woods."

   "Yeah.  I know about the tents."

   "Let me finish now, daddy.  So Paul took me up there to this one that he
said was his favorite because it had a nice view.  But, you know?  He must
not have had sex for a long time before yesterday."

   "Why do you say that?"

   "Well, as soon as we started walking away, he got a really big boner.  I
mean, it made me a little nervous because I knew he was going to put it in
me and I wasn't sure if I could take one that big."

   "Was he bigger than me?"

   "Well, I don't know, but he sure was excited, that's for sure.  In fact
we didn't make it to the tent before he started on me.  As soon as we got
into the trees he put his arms around me and started kissing me.  He acted
like he'd just discovered kissing and couldn't get enough of it.  Then,
there was this towel he'd brought from the pool, and he stretched it out on
the grass and had me to lie down on it.  Before I knew what was going on,
he went back to kissing me and touching me all over.  I don't remember
everything that happened because it was pretty warm and he was getting me
so excited and I was a little dizzy.  You know?"

   I really didn't know what it was like for an eleven-year girl to be
turned on by a man old enough to be her father, but I said I did just to
keep the story going.  Mindy's tale of lovemaking was wild enough in its
own right, but it kept reminding me of the adventure I'd had the night
before.  I was getting an erection from listening to her.

   "So, anyway, somehow we ended up with me lying on top of Paul.  We were
still there in the grass under the trees, and he had me turned around to
where he could lick my tush.  . .  Gee, I really liked that but it made me
feel like . . ." She was groping for words.  "It made me feel funny inside,
like I'd do anything to get more of it."

   "I think I understand what you're saying, babe.  That's how sex is
supposed to be.  The man is supposed to make you feel good inside."

   She went on.  "Well, he sure knows how to make girls feel good. . ." Her
voice trailed off.  Something was troubling her.

   "Mindy?  What's wrong?  Did he hurt you?"

   "Oh no.  It's just that. . .well, I did something that you might not
like."

   I had to know what this might be.  "What did you do?"

   "Well, his boner was right there in front of me and I Uh . . .  well, I
. . .  Uh, I couldn't help it.  I took it in my mouth and sucked it for
him. He was making me feel so good and I wanted to do it for him.  I wanted
to do it as much as I could . . . .  Is it alright, Dad?  Did I do
something wrong?"

   I had to put my arm around her and hold her close while I drove.  "No,
darling.  You didn't do anything wrong.  When you have sex with someone,
each person is supposed to make the other person feel good and that's what
you did.  OK?"

   "OK, but there's more."

   "Go on, babe.  Tell me."

   "He went off in my mouth.  He shot a really big load into me.  I mean it
just kept coming out of him and I swallowed some of it . . .  He must not
have been around a girl for a long time"

   She paused for a moment, collecting her thoughts.  I had to admit that
the picture she was drawing was a little hard to take but it's what I
bargained for.  No doubt about that, and I had done pretty much the same
thing with his kid.  It looked like we were even.  Anyway, I was impatient
to hear the rest.  "What happened after that, babe?"

   "As I said, I was feeling really warm and even a little dizzy.  I guess
we got up and walked to the tent, but I don't remember going there.  The
next thing I remember is lying on the bed in the tent, and Paul was
standing over me.  He looked really scared.  I guess I must have passed out
from the excitement and the heat."

   Mindy grew silent again and was staring off into space.  No doubt
reliving the events of last night.  "Go on, babe.  Tell me everything that
happened."

   "Huh? .....Oh, right.  Let's see.  Yeah.  We took a shower.  There was
an actual shower behind the tent and we got in together, and washed each
other.  It was funny.  Paul got another boner.  I thought he might be
finished for a while, you know, because of what we did back in the trees,
but I was wrong.  He got a lot of boners.  After awhile I started to wonder
if his thing was stuck or something and he couldn't get it to go down . . .
Dad?"

   "What?"

   "Why do you think Paul got so many boners?  I mean, he was hard almost
the whole time we were together."

   "I don't really know, darling, but it might be like you said.  He hadn't
been around a girl in a long time . . .  Although, he does have a real nice
daughter.  It's probably because you're so pretty and he just couldn't get
over it."

   "Well, I didn't think I was that pretty . . .  Oh yeah, and I heard
about what happened at the pool after I left.  The girls were talking about
it.  I want to know how it turned out between you two."

   "We'll get into that later.  Tell me.  Did he do it to you in the
shower?"

   "No . . .  we went back into the tent and he showed me where everything
was.  Gee, I wish we had something like that in our backyard."

   It was maddening.  Mindy kept wandering off the path of the conversation
by telling me stuff I wasn't interested in.  Just like her mother.  In
exasperation I just shut up.  I left it up to her to tell me what she
thought was important.

   "We ate.  There was food in the tent and Paul fixed me a delicious salad
with some kind of really tasty meat in it.  I never had any before.  He
told me the name but I forget.  It was like, . . .  'stromboli' or
something like that . . .  After that we got into bed and did it again. 
This time it was different.  We played around for a really, long time and
he kept telling me how pretty I was, and about all the things he wanted to
do to me, and lots of other stuff.  He asked me all kinds of questions,
too. I guess he wanted to know all about me.  We talked so much that I was
beginning to think he wasn't going to put it in, but finally he did.  I
didn't pass out, either.  It was really nice.  He had me get on top again,
too, only this time we were facing each other.  I think I like it better
that way. . .Sometimes when you get on top of me I can't breathe."

   Mindy stopped talking and I tried to concentrate on the driving.  So
much had happened in the past 24 hours that I felt like I'd just come off a
fast spinning merry-go-round.  My own experience with Eileen convinced me
that everything Mindy was saying was true.  It was just that all this stuff
was so disconnected from anything I'd ever experienced that I had trouble
accepting the reality of it.  I felt like Mindy and I had gone into a fairy
tale and now we were back in the real world.

   Mindy suddenly resumed her story.  "After that I fell asleep.  I don't
know how long I slept but it was dark when I woke up.  Paul was lying there
alongside, watching me.  That's the first thing I saw, his face next to
mine and then I noticed that he'd put a light on and that it was dark
outside . . .  Dad?"

   "Yes?"

   "Sex is different."

   "What do you mean, it's different?"

   "Well, Paul did it to me again, right after I woke up, only this time he
got on top and he finished really quick.  There wasn't any talk or kissing
or anything.  He just put it in and did it to me.  I almost didn't feel
anything it went so fast.  It's only just now I realized that it was
different.  I mean, it was nice and all . . .  but different.  I can't
explain it but he made me feel different each time it happened.  I thought
it would be always the same, like it is with you.  You know, we get all hot
and bothered and then, Wham!  We do it."

   "Was it better than when you and I do it?"

   "Nooo. . .  just different."

   "Mmmmm."

   "Am I doing it right?  Is it supposed to be different every time?"

   "Darling.  If you can have it that way you're a very lucky girl. 
Everybody would like it to be different every time but it doesn't always
work that way."

   "Yeah.  I guess so . . .  "

   "Mindy?  Would you go with Paul Tracy if he picks you again?"

   "I don't know.  Everybody told me not to do that, even though he hit a
home run."

   "What's a home run got to do with it?"

   "Uh . . .  well the girls told me that when a man makes you feel the way
Paul did, it means he hit a home run.  It means he scored big.  That's what
they call it.  Some of the other girls have been with Paul and they say he
hits a lot of home runs.  But, you see, after the third time I was getting
tired and I just wanted to go to sleep.  As nice as Paul was, I could see
that by staying with him I wouldn't get much sleep.  I mean, his boner just
kept coming back . . .  So I asked him to take me to the cottage."

   "What's with this cottage you keep talking about?" Mindy was just full
of information today.

   "It's a small house, behind the main house, that's just for the girls.
No men are allowed inside.  They told me that I could go there anytime I
wanted, day or night, no matter what was happening or who I was with.  No
questions asked.  Whichever man was with me, if I asked, he had to take me
there right away."

   "I see." This was something they neglected to tell me yesterday.  I
wondered what else had been left out.

   "So, did he take you?"

   "Oh yes.  It was like magic.  As soon as I said it, he got up, we put on
bath robes and out we went.  We had to use a flashlight to see, but Paul
knew the way.  When we got there, he backed me up against a tree and said
he wanted to kiss me goodnight.  I figured okay, but right away he opened
our robes and there we were, naked again.  Naturally, he had a big boner
and he wanted to do it once more, right there in the dark, standing against
the tree.  I was really tired and I told him I wanted to go inside so he
stopped."

   We drove on with neither of us saying anything for quite awhile.  When
we neared the house I figured it was time to put our adventures out of mind
for awhile.  There was more I wanted to learn from Mindy, but it had to
wait.  I had to get my story straight for Sue.  She'd have at least a
hundred questions for me about what happened.  We'd already given her the
'official' story about the Father/Daughter Association.  I figured, at some
point, I might let her in on the rest of it, but not today.