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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Goodbye Aardvark by Dreamgiver (hughmacg23@hotmail.com) *** A gentle, beautifully written account of how Thomas, a 12-year-old boy, and Erica, his 13-year-old friend, discover that sex is not just for adults. (mf-yteens, rom, 1st, oral) *** When I woke up that morning in July, I was a 12-year- old boy named Thomas who loved Froot Loops, chocolate ice cream and TV cartoons. A kid like any other. A summer morning like any other. But by noon, everything would be different. I would know how it feels to come, not just in my own hand, but deep inside someone else’s body. I would know what it’s like to.lick chocolate ice cream off a naked girl. My girlfriend. My lover. Erica and I have been friends since we were both in kindergarten. I’m an only child; she has a younger sister called Kim. We live a few blocks from each other in a suburb of Ottawa. Years ago I went round to her home a few times – she had posters of horses on her bedroom walls, and a pet cat called Giggles. And she liked to keep a toy Arthur, the aardvark with glasses, on her pillow. One time I said something witty and she told me I was the cutest boy in the whole school. I started feeling strange and I wanted to hug her, but I didn’t. After I turned eight or nine, it didn’t feel right to go to her house anymore, let alone her bedroom. I hung around with the guys. She hung around with the girls. She’s a few months older than I am, and by the time I turned 11, it was like she belonged in a different grade. My voice was still really high. She seemed pretty tall, and she didn’t wear pink anymore, and when I stole a glance across the classroom, it seemed like I could see a hint of curves under her white T-shirt. The day we graduated from elementary school, I danced with her and a few of the other girls. But they were all bigger than me and most of them pretended not to notice me. Erica talked to me a bit, but mostly she seemed interested in this pimply jerk named Mitchell who said he wanted to be a hockey player when he grew up. Then she went off to a private school for girls. Sometimes I would see her running for the bus in her school uniform – a white blouse and a grey skirt, rolled up above the knees – but for nearly a year we never spoke. I went to a regular junior-high. Last fall I had my 12th birthday. By way of a party, I went bowling with some of the guys. But during the long winter I started to change. Suddenly my cock was more than just a little stub, and I soon figured out how it could give me pleasure. Where my cock met my lower belly, black fuzz had appeared from nowhere. My voice was falling. And my mom had to buy me a whole new set of clothes. In late June, when I ran into Erica at the opening barbecue of our neighbourhood swimming pool, she seemed kind of surprised at the sight of me. She had just turned 13, she said. We talked for a long time. I didn’t know all the movies or bands she liked, but I knew enough to keep the conversation going. I made a couple of jokes that she thought were really funny. One of them almost made her choke on her hot dog. When she decided it was time to go swimming, she pulled her T- shirt over her long blonde hair to expose a blue bikini underneath. We looked at each other without saying anything, and I could swear her eyes dropped below my waist for a second. I had a hard-on, of course. A little smile flitted across her face but then she dived into the water. Over the next couple of weeks we saw each other at the pool a lot. One time she began to rub sunscreen onto my shoulders and back and thighs, until she saw somebody watching us. Then she stopped. But she whispered into my ear, "You’re getting all muscular. Black hair and muscles, wow." After she rode her bike home for supper, I ran into the empty changing room and jerked off. It only took about four strokes until I came. When I got home, my mother said in a warning tone, "Watch out for the girls, Thomas. You’re still very young." "And you’re very old," I thought. But the next day when I went to the pool, I found Erica deep in conversation with a girl I didn’t know. A girl with bushy red hair and, it was obvious, big breasts. Erica didn’t even introduce me. I horsed around for a bit and splashed water on their legs. They both glared at me. I put on my Bart Simpson voice but Erica said to her friend, in a really loud voice, "Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s just an annoying little kid." So I turned my back, swam a couple of lengths, got dressed and rode my bike home. A little kid, eh? For the next few days I hung around with my friends Jonas and Nick, and I didn’t go near the pool. Then one evening the phone rang and my mother asked me to answer it. "Is that Thomas?" the voice said. I could tell it was Erica, speaking quietly. "Are you still mad at me?" "No," I said. "Well, maybe kind of." "Listen," she said. "Tomorrow morning my mom’s got to drive my sister off to camp in Quebec. My dad leaves for work soon after 8. So there’ll be nobody in the house till the afternoon. Would you like to come over?" "Um, sure," I said. "Only the two of us, you understand?" Erica said, just as my mother, who was baking a cake in the kitchen, called out, "Who is it, darling?" "I have to go," I whispered. "Maybe 8:30?" Erica said before she hung up. "It was Nick," I told my mother "He wants me to come round in the morning." It’s a good thing she couldn’t see my face; she knows me all too well, and she would have realized I was lying. As it was, she seemed kind of suspicious the next morning. Why did I throw on my jeans and orange shirt and sandals so fast? Why was I keen to devour my Froot Loops and leave the house so early? "Ride safely," she called after me as I left the house. I rode fast at first, then slower, then really slowly. What did Erica want, anyway? As I parked my bike in her empty driveway, I felt a tingling in the pit of my stomach. I rang the doorbell not knowing what to expect. She opened it an inch to make sure it was me. When she opened it fully, I saw why – she was wearing the blue bikini and nothing else. At the pool, comparing her to some of the other girls in Grade 6 and 7, I thought she looked really mature. That morning, as she stood barefoot in the hall, she seemed no older than me. Her face was nearly round: what my mom calls "girlish." But her eyes were shining. They were the same colour as her bikini. "Hi," she said. "It’s great you came round. I wasn’t sure you would." I followed her into the house, then out onto the back deck. Her pet cat was sunning himself. "Hi, Giggles," I said, and reached down to stroke his silky black fur. "You remember him?" Erica said. "Of course," I said. "He used to really like me." Giggles began to purr and rub against my leg. "He still does," Erica said. "He’s a smart cat." There was silence for a minute and then she went into the kitchen and came back with a plate of chocolate- chip cookies and two glasses of milk. We sat facing each other on a pair of canvas chairs, not sure what to say to each other. "Good cookies!" I finally said. Actually they weren’t as good as the ones my mom makes, but I didn’t want to hurt Erica’s feelings. I reached down to pet the cat again. "I’m really sorry, Thomas," I heard her say. I straightened up and found she was looking away from me. "I know I hurt you the other night when I said – that thing. I didn’t mean to be cruel. It was just that Tiffany was telling me all about her boyfriend problems." "She has boyfriend problems?" I said. I was thinking that with breasts like hers, the guys must be lining up. "Yeah," Erica said. "This guy beat her up because she didn’t want to sleep with him any more." "Oh," I said. "You wouldn’t ever do that to me, would you?" "Beat you up? Of course not! You know me, I don’t even like to beat up mosquitoes." This was true – people always tell me how gentle I am – but she seemed to find it hilarious. When she stopped laughing, she said, "You have milky lips, did you know?" I reached my tongue out to lick the milk away. Despite the coating of milk, my lips felt kind of dry. I couldn’t think how to reply, so I finally said, "And you have a beautiful body." This seemed to be the right response, because to my amazement Erica got up off her chair, walked a couple of steps over to mine, and said in a really soft voice, "Do you wanna go out with me?" "Sure," I said, and then she was leaning down, her hair brushing my forehead, her fingers clutching my hand, and her lips pressing against mine. My first – "Not like that," she said, pulling away. "Open your mouth." So I did. It was the sweetest, coolest taste in the world. I could have stayed there all morning, doing nothing except kiss her. But she pulled away again. "What do you want to do now?" she said. Now? Did we have to stop? I felt like one of those explorers we’d read about in school, standing on a seashore or a mountaintop, grateful to have reached a lookout point, not certain where to travel next. "Play a game, maybe?" This was not the right answer. She wrinkled up her little nose, let go of my hands and sat down again in her chair. I realized my voice had crept up an octave. "What kind of game? You mean like Monopoly or Clue?" I didn’t know what kind of game I meant. But I knew I wanted more of that taste, more of those lips, so firm yet so incredibly soft. For a second I wondered what her breasts would look and feel like if she took her bikini top off. "How about strip poker?" I said in as deep a voice as I could muster. Her blue eyes widened and she began to say something, then stopped. "You mean it?" she said. I nodded. She grinned and said, "OK, let’s go inside." So we walked back into her living room, shutting the door on Giggles. My mind was racing. "I don’t really know the rules," I said, "but we can make up some." "Fine," she said. "Got any ideas?" "We each pick a card," I said. "Whoever gets the lower card has to take something off." I knew this wasn’t really poker, but I didn’t care. And neither did she. She fetched a pack of cards from another room. They were World Wildlife Fund cards, with a panda on the back of each. "But it’s not fair you’ve got so many clothes," she said. "Are you wearing any underpants? Yeah? So I have to put on three more things. Don’t go away!" And she ran upstairs to her bedroom. I could hear her opening a cupboard. I half-expected her to come down and order me out of the house – 12-year-old boys aren’t allowed to be in paradise! The nervous tingle in my stomach had come back. When she emerged from her room a minute later, she was wearing jeans, a white T-shirt and a green sweater. She looked beautiful – I could see she’d brushed her hair – but suddenly it was impossible to imagine her naked. "So, loverboy," she said, "pick a card." She called me "loverboy"? We were standing on the plush white carpet, with the panda cards on a low coffee table between us. I chose a card – the 6 of diamonds. "Oh by the way," she said, "ace counts high." She lifted the 8 of spades. I kicked off my left sandal and grinned. I grinned even more when I chose the jack of hearts. She wiggled her tongue at me, reached down, and produced the ace of spades. So, I was barefoot now. "You go first this time," I said. She nodded and took the four of hearts. "That should be easy to beat," I said. But the card that came away in my hand turned out to be the two of clubs. Slowly I hitched my orange T-shirt over my head and let it fall to the carpet. My chest felt incredibly bare. Erica had seen it before at the pool, of course, but had she ever looked at it so closely? Did I have enough muscles for her? Had I got rid of the baby fat? She reached out and picked the eight of diamonds. I went right down to the bottom of the pack, and came up brandishing the six of spades. Now I had to take off my jeans. I felt an impulse of shyness, a sudden need for privacy, so I half-turned away from her as I dealt with the zipper and pulled the jeans down. Not very graceful. I turned back to face her, my ears burning. Now all that was left between me and oblivion was a pair of thin red briefs, with a wet spot in the middle where my cock was pushing out the fabric into a little tent. Erica was still standing beside the coffee table, fully dressed as though it were a morning for church. "Wow," she said. She had a huge grin on her face. I wondered what my mom would say if she could see us now. That made my cock start to droop, and I said, "Maybe I should be going ..." Silence. "You really want to?" "No," I said. "Of course not. But I – I want to – like, it doesn’t seem fair you’re still dressed." Erica picked up the entire pack in her hands. She leafed through it and plucked out a card. Then another. Then another. She put the pack down on the table and showed me what she’d taken: the 2 of clubs, the 2 of hearts and the 2 of spades. "Choose your cards," she said. And when I’d picked up three others, she didn’t even bother to look at them. Instead she tugged her sweater over her head, tossed away her T-shirt, and stepped gracefully out of her jeans. Now she was wearing nothing more than the blue bikini, and looking straight at me. How come girls are so brave? My head was swirling. I felt like she was a thousand miles away. "Don’t be scared," she said softly. "You’re a big boy now." Maybe so, but I almost wished I was back at home, with my mother packing my school bag and putting the box of Froot Loops on the breakfast table. "Watch out for the girls," she had said. I was watching. Boy, was I watching. Then Erica picked up another card. The 10 of diamonds. Automatically I followed her: the king of clubs. She drew in her breath slightly, as though she hadn’t believed I would ever win a hand. But right away she reached behind, undid the fastening, and pulled off the bikini top. Her breasts were smaller than I had imagined. Much smaller than the models I’d seen in Penthouse and jerked off, thinking about. They were like – I don’t know, pale upturned saucers. Or little peaches. Peaches with a tiny wild strawberry in the middle. For the first time she was the anxious one. She lifted her hands up to her chest, covering her left nipple with the right hand and her right nipple with the left hand. "Are my breasts too small for you?" she said. "They’re still growing, right? I won’t need a training bra forever." "They’re perfect," I said. Slowly she lowered her hands to her side. "Most of the girls in my class have bigger ones," she said. "I keep thinking I’ll have a growth spurt or something." "It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry." I’d already told her she had a beautiful body, and it was absolutely true. But why did I ever think she was tall? She couldn’t have stood any more than five feet. Standing there topless, she looked almost fragile. Everything about her was a gentle curve. Even her knees were beautiful – mine stuck out like knobs. She reached for another card. The 6 of hearts. If I took a higher card, maybe I could escape with my dignity intact. I picked the 6 of clubs. We both laughed. Then she chose another: the 9 of spades. It was my turn and with a flourish, I reached down – and chose the 8 of clubs. I stood there blushing all over my body. I couldn’t move. I’d never been naked in front of a girl. I didn’t even like being naked in front of boys – I felt they were sizing me up and finding me a bit on the puny side. "I’m waiting," Erica said, and I remembered how vulnerable she had looked just a minute ago. What was so important about dignity, anyway? I took a deep breath, put my hands on my briefs and tried to pull them off; but my cock was stuck inside and it took a few seconds to get it free. As I wriggled it out of the damp fabric, I wondered if she’d burst out laughing. Even when it stood fully erect, my cock was a little less than five inches long. Tiffany’s ex-boyfriend probably had a snake in his pants. The briefs were down at my feet. My black, wispy strands of pubic hair were exposed to the morning light. My cock was standing to attention. "Oh my God," she said. "It’s so gorgeous. You’re so gorgeous." I was? In all my twelve years, I’d never thought of myself that way. "Can I touch it?" she asked. I nodded. I was feeling too dazed to say a word. Very gently she reached over the table and put two fingers on the tip of my cock. She pressed it a little, then moved her fingers all the way down to the base and back up again. I just stood there in silence. Erica circled my cock tentatively with her whole hand and gave a little squeeze. I must have groaned because she pulled her hand away and said, "Did I hurt you?" "No," I said. "It was great." My voice was cracking. Other kids would have laughed at me. But Erica just gave me a big smile. Suddenly I realized she wasn’t going to mock me – she’d just become my girlfriend, right? I could trust her. I didn’t have to be afraid. I smiled back and said, "My turn to touch." I was thinking I might reach across the table and find out what her little breasts felt like. But she was asking me, "You want to go upstairs?" I started to pick up my clothes. Then I realized Erica was heading up the stairs wearing nothing more than the half-bikini. So I dropped my clothes again and followed. For a second I wondered if by upstairs, she meant the bathroom. But when I got to her bedroom door, there she was perched on the edge of her bed, clutching Arthur between her breasts. "Come in, loverboy," she said. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat down beside her. The horses that used to decorate her walls had been replaced by posters of Orlando Bloom, but she still had a collection of stuffed toys piled on a chair. Awkwardly I put my arm around her shoulders. I could feel Arthur next to her skin. My cock was jutting up so high it bounced a couple of times off my stomach. She seemed to be waiting for me to do something. But what? "Can I lie down?" I said. For answer she pushed me gently over onto my back and straddled me. My cock was now poking up in front of her bikini briefs. She tossed Arthur onto the floor, saying "Goodbye, aardvark." Then she leaned down and kissed me. This time I kept my mouth open, and her teeth banged into mine. Then, don’t ask me how, teeth became irrelevant and our tongues met with delight. I felt her breasts touching my own chest. I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, she was looking at me. "Don’t you like what you see?" she asked. "You still have some clothes on," I answered. I didn’t know if she would really take her last item off, but as soon as I’d spoken she sat up and slithered out of her bikini bottom. Like me, she had a light growth of hair down there. I wanted to feast my eyes on her cunt but she dropped her body onto me again and began to kiss me wet and hard. It was all I could do to stop her slurping the tongue out of my mouth. Somehow my hands found her breasts and began to play with them. When she stopped for breath, I moved my mouth down onto her left breast and started to lick and suck like crazy. She was making strange noises, I noticed, but for a minute I kept on sucking. "How far – oh – oh my God – how far – d’you wanna go?" "All the way," I said. I didn’t care if that was the wrong thing to say – I was feeling stronger and braver than I’d ever felt in my life. And instead of protesting, she said "OK," shifted position and grabbed my cock. This time she didn’t handle it tentatively; she placed her mouth right on the head, pulled it in, and started to suck. It was the best feeling in the universe. It was fire and chocolate all at once. This was my cock’s proper home: Erica’s mouth. I began to twist and writhe on the bed but she kept her mouth slithering up and down my cock. Within a few seconds I knew I couldn’t stop myself. "Oh God," I said. "God! I’m gonna come!" She pulled her mouth away just in time. As it was, spurt after spurt landed on her chin, her neck, her breasts, her stomach. I fell backwards, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I’m sorry," I finally said. "I –" "What are you sorry for?" she interrupted. "That was awesome. Totally amazing." She wiped her chin with a finger and licked it. "Tastes a bit yucky, though. Let me go get a towel." She came back a minute later, all cleaned up, and carrying a big old towel. I was stretched out across her bed, looking up at Legolas on the ceiling. "They say young boys are always ready," she remarked. "Is that true?" I didn’t know what she meant at first, but then she asked me to get off the bed for a second, so she could lay the towel on top of the sheets. When she’d done that, she lay down on her back and opened her legs wide. "Well, don’t just stand there," she said. "Fuck me. Fuck me, loverboy." And hearing those words, looking at the pink moistness below her tan line – I didn’t even have the right words yet, except for "cunt" – I grew hard and big again. I lay down half beside her, half on top of her, and she showed me where my fingers should explore. I never realized a girl could be so wet down there. After a minute I put my mouth where my fingers had been, and almost immediately Erica started to pant and groan and whimper. The sounds were so amazing, I almost wanted to stop and listen. But already she was pulling me away. "Fuck me," she said again. "Now!" I straddled her, prouder of what we were doing than I’d ever been proud of anything. But a little afraid, too. I thought I knew exactly where my cock should go, and I was wrong. Erica grabbed hold and pulled me down an inch or two, till I realized I had entered somewhere new, something like hot fudge and the ocean all at once. The feeling was incredible, but my cock had only gone a little way in. I pushed harder into the wet tightness and she called out in pain. So I pulled out, uncertain. "No!" she said, in a voice that mingled anger and frustration. "Push! Fuck me! Fuck me!" So I went back in, and this time I didn’t stop, even when her cries scared me. After five or six more thrusts I knew I was deep inside, all the way inside, and I began to cry out too. I can’t even imagine how much noise we were making. I kept on thrusting and soon she was shuddering and moaning and crying and shouting all at once. Then I spurted out my love juice again. After that, we were quiet for a minute. I pulled my cock out but I stayed on top of her, kissing her eyelids, kissing her lips, kissing her wet cheeks. "My God," she said at last. "You made so much noise, you sounded like a baby rhino." Eventually we cleaned ourselves up. She threw the stained towel into a laundry bin and we went downstairs. There were my clothes, lying forlornly on the carpet. There was Giggles, still waiting at the back door. There was the outside world, apparently unchanged. How could this be? She fetched a tub of chocolate ice cream and we sat in the TV room, side by side, feeding ourselves and watching Rug Rats. My mom won’t let me take food into our TV room, but Erica said she and Kim eat in there all the time. Then we started to feed each other. And when I accidentally spilt a spoonful of ice cream on her breasts, I just had to lick it up. "You’re such a little kid," she said, and for a second I was mad, but then we started laughing. And then she accidentally made sure a splodge of ice cream landed on my cock. And soon there was ice cream in her hair and in my hair and on her cunt, and we were sucking and licking each other all over again. That’s how I discovered what a tongueful of cunt juice tastes like. That’s how she discovered it’s not a great idea to have a boy’s semen land in your eye. And when we’d both come, and Rug Rats was over, we had to go take a shower to wash everything off. But Erica looked and felt so amazing there, with the hot water pouring off her blonde hair and her naked back, that I got all hard again. So we started fucking in the shower, standing up. But we couldn’t figure out how everything should fit, so we ended up running upstairs and jumping on her bed again. This time she was on top and I lay underneath. Our bodies weren’t just clean, they were squeaky. I kissed her everywhere she didn’t have a tan, and some places she did, and she taught me a new word: "clitoris." When we fucked, Erica came so loudly I thought the neighbours would surely hear and ring the doorbell to find out what was wrong. Finally we cuddled and just held each other in our arms. She picked up the toy Arthur off the floor and introduced him to my cock. He had his glasses on, and he took a good long look. "Maybe he’s gay," I said. "Don’t worry," she said, "he knows every inch of me. My belly button drives him crazy." "A bisexual aardvark," I said. "Whatever next?" "Arthur’s only in Grade 3," Erica said. "Don’t corrupt the little guy." It was past noon, and I knew I’d have to be getting home before long. What story would I make up for my mother? "Just tell her you’ve done the most beautiful thing in the world," Erica said. "Don’t be ashamed! Why is it that grown-ups never want kids to make love? Why are they so selfish about it?" "So, are you going to tell your parents when they get home?" "OK, maybe not," she admitted. "They still think I’m sweet and innocent." "I guess they don’t believe kids are ready for sex." "That’s crazy," she said. "I am so ready now." "Anyway," I said, "if you add up our ages, we’re 25." "Too old," she said. "Way too old. Right now I don’t want any lover over the age of 12." And with that, she dived down the bed to see if my cock was getting hard again. Which it was. She rolled it around in her mouth and took it deeply in her throat. "Loverboy," she said when she came up for air. "Oh! Oh fuck!" Because I was just discovering that if I opened my lips really wide and squeezed tenderly with my hand, I could fit an entire breast into my mouth. My God, I thought, there’s so much I still have to discover. So much pleasure. So much joy. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 30