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Kathy's First Train Trip
by Lisa Cohn (address withheld)

***

Two children discover the pleasure of the opposite sex 
on a train ride at night. A coming of age story. (mf, 
1st, mast, oral, rom)

***

It was going to be a long journey. Kathy wondered why 
her mother hadn't booked her on a plane flight, the 
cost was almost the same and it would only have taken a 
fraction of the time. Still, here she was sitting in a 
small private compartment, alone, thirteen years old 
and on her way to see her father miles away. 

Young people travelling alone are always looked after 
very well, of course. She had eaten well, and the guard 
came to check on her every once in a while. If she 
moved about the train she had to tell him first or he 
might get worried if he found her gone, after all, she 
was his responsibility for the duration of the journey 
and would see that nothing untoward happened to her - 
it would mean his job otherwise and more besides.

Kathy had read her book for a while, sorted through her 
case, read a magazine and stared out of the window. She 
had tried to listen to the radio, but there was too 
much interference caused by the engine, she could 
hardly make out anything beneath the crackles and 
whines. Time to go for a wander. 

The day was drawing to a close and the light outside 
was dimming. She opened the door and made her way 
through the carriage. She stopped at the end and looked 
through the open door of the final compartment. There 
at a makeshift desk sat the elderly guard pouring 
coffee from an old flask. He looked up and nodded at 
her, they did not need to speak, he knew that she was 
restless and needed to stretch her legs, all the kids 
that travelled alone were the same. 

She went on passing through several other carriages 
until she came to the one that was marked 'Lounge' on 
the door. She walked in and looked around. There was 
nothing much to see really, just a collection of chairs 
and sofas in what appeared like a long, thin room. At 
the far end was a bar that served snacks and soft 
drinks and she made her way toward it. There were few 
people about. 

An old couple sat in the corner by the door that she 
had just come through, a smartly dressed man was sat at 
a table going through some business papers. A younger 
couple were deep in conversation sat opposite each 
other by one of the windows, each smiling at what the 
other had to say. She wondered just what they were 
talking about. 

As she approached the 'bar' she noticed woman sat in 
the corner concentrating on some thick paperback novel. 
Next to her sat a young boy, about her own age looking 
bored and fed up with nothing to do. She went up to the 
bar and got a coke, then looked round for somewhere to 
sit. 

Her mother had told her that she should sit near 
families or elderly people so that no-one tried to 
bother her. She thought of moving back down to the 
other end of the car to sit near to the old couple she 
had seen when she first came in, but thought better of 
it and sat down opposite the woman and young boy.  

For a while she sipped her coke and looked out of the 
window at the towns that passed by, each twinkling with 
the peculiar glow of fading sunlight and street lights. 
As the darkness descended outside so it became more 
difficult to see out, the light inside the car causing 
the window to act like a mirror. Soon the view outside 
had gone and all she could see was the interior 
reflected in the glass. She looked at the woman 
reading. 

She could make out the cover of the book and spent a 
time trying to read the title which was backwards in 
the reflection. She then turned her attention to the 
boy. He was constantly moving around in the seat, and 
appeared to be very restless. He had a nice face she 
decided, sort of warm and handsome, his eyes had that 
kind of warmth about them - sparkling, even though they 
were bored. His hair was messed up, probably because he 
often combed his fingers back through it for something 
to do, it was fairly short, slightly curled, a sort of 
blond colour. Kathy could not be sure because the 
reflection did not show colours too well. He wore a 
blue shirt, three buttons were undone at the top and 
the one at the bottom - typical boy! One side was 
neatly tucked into a pair of jeans whilst the other 
hung loose, scrunched up at his side. 

Kathy then looked at herself. If she was looking at 
other people the they were probably looking at her. Her 
hair looked neat and tidy, gathered up at the back in a 
ponytail, its redness softened to brown in the 
reflection. She was wearing a thin white cotton dress 
patterned with lines of differing colours and widths. 
It looked smart even though it was an old dress that 
hardly fitted her now. She didn't mind really because 
she knew that her father would put his hand deep into 
his pocket and within a few days she would have a brand 
new wardrobe to take home.

Her gaze moved back to the boy. He was almost looking 
straight at her, in fact he *was* looking at her, 
totally unaware that she was observing him. He seemed 
to be fascinated by what he saw and five minutes went 
by without him taking his eyes of her for a second. It 
might have been longer if the woman hadn't asked him to 
get her a drink. 

The boy fetched her another cup of coffee and sat down 
and once again fixed his eyes on Kathy. She decided to 
look away from the window for a second and glanced 
round at the rest of the people in the car. Nothing had 
changed from what she had seen when she first came in, 
except that the businessman had put his papers away and 
was fast asleep with his mouth wide open. 

She looked across towards the opposite window, aware 
that the boy was still watching her, shifting his eyes 
only when he thought that she might catch him looking 
at her. Suddenly she realized just why he was so 
interested. In the reflection of the opposite window 
she could see that he was looking straight up her 
dress. 

She sat in the same position for nearly twenty minutes, 
with her right leg bent up next to her and her left leg 
stretched out towards the window. Her dress had ridden 
up gradually with the rocking motion of the train as 
she slumped slightly in the seat. He was obviously 
looking at her panties. Kathy felt a little tingle of 
excitement, knowing that the boy was looking at her but 
could only watch whilst the woman - his mother? 
grandmother? aunt? - sat next to him. 

She knew quite a lot about boys, or so she thought. She 
had seen her big brother on many occasions and thought 
nothing of it. She had seen him in the shower and a 
couple of times when his bedroom door was slightly open 
she had seen him rubbing his cock whilst reading a 
magazine. She had kissed a couple of boys at school, 
nothing special in that, and had let one squeeze her 
small breasts after a school disco. She had even felt-
up his cock through his jeans, and felt it grow bigger 
and stiffer under the fabric. He had then spoilt it all 
by squeezing her too hard and hurting her so she had 
pushed him away.

She looked back at the reflection in the window next to 
her, her eyes drawn towards the front of his jeans. 
God, they were sticking out! He must have gone stiff 
just looking at her. She felt rather more excited at 
the thought that she was turning on this boy. She could 
feel herself turning red at the thought, so moved her 
hand up to the side of her face to cover her blushes. 

Kathy felt a strange mixture of excitement and 
embarrassment, feelings of uneasiness and guilt, but 
still that tingling feeling ran through her. She 
adjusted her position slightly and her skirt rode up 
some more. God! She was giving this boy a show - and 
liking it! She could see him squirm a little in the 
reflection, he was obviously feeling rather 
uncomfortable in his tight jeans. 

Every so often he would scratch his leg or knee, 
letting the side of his arm rub against his cock. After 
a few more minutes of this her leg began to ache, so 
reluctantly she had to lower it to the floor. 

She felt thirsty so got up and went back to the bar. 
She could almost feel the boy's eyes burning into her 
body as she walked past. She paid for a coke and then 
settled down in the seat by the opposite window. She 
started to think about her father and what they would 
do for the next few weeks. She looked into the 
reflection a few times but the boy seemed to have lost 
interest now that she was not showing her panties to 
him. She fell asleep.

Ten minutes and a few miles further down the track she 
was disturbed by the sound of talking. She opened her 
eyes and could see that the woman was stretching and 
making remarks about going to bed. The boy was 
protesting a bit and finally the woman left without 
him, suggesting that he followed her shortly. With that 
she got up and left the car. 

Kathy was aware that the boy was talking to the steward 
serving the drinks. She looked in the reflection and 
saw him sit down with a coke. She stirred and he looked 
over. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. How long had she 
been asleep? She was unsure. 

She looked for a clock on the wall as she wasn't 
wearing a watch, but couldn't see one. She thought that 
she would ask the steward, but saw him leaving the car 
with a crate of empty bottles. She looked at the boy. 
On his wrist she could see a watch - she would have to 
ask him.

"Excuse me," she started. "Would you tell me the time, 
please?"

"Uh? Oh, yes," came the reply. "Ten thirty-eight."

That was it. The ice had been broken and conversation 
had been started. 

"Where are you going?" asked the boy.

"I'm going to see my father. I haven't seen him for 
nearly 18 months." Kathy replied.

The conversation continued with such small talk for 
quite a while. After ten minutes she had learned that 
his name was Steve and that he was just a couple of 
months older than her. He was travelling with his step-
mother to visit a new school where he would become a 
boarder come the start of the new school year. They 
talked about school and the things they liked, in fact 
for two young people who had just met they got on like 
a house on fire. 

Steve became brave.

"What's your boyfriend like?" he asked.

"I haven't really got one," she replied. "How about 
you? What's your girlfriend like?"

"I haven't got one at the moment either," Steve said. 
He started to blush a little. Kathy realized that he 
was looking closely at her again. 

"Did you like looking at me?" she said quietly so that 
the rest of the people in the car wouldn't hear.

"Looking at you?" said Steve innocently.

"I saw you in the reflection of the window - you were 
looking up my dress!"

Steve's face went bright red. He had been caught out 
and he felt uncomfortable.

"Did you like what you saw?" continued Kathy.

"Well, uh, yeh, well..." 

"You know it's not very nice to look up a girl's dress 
when she isn't looking!"

"Sorry," mumbled Steve.

Kathy now was beginning to feel really excited. She 
wanted more than just a conversation from this boy, 
though quite what she did not know. She looked across 
at him sitting looking guilty and embarrassed, she 
couldn't leave him like that.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "I didn't really mind, 
in fact I got quite a buzz thinking that someone was 
looking at me, you know... down there!"

Steve raised his head and smiled at her. Kathy thought 
that enough was enough and that she should head for 
bed.

"Well, I'm tired and I gotta get some sleep." She got 
up to go.

Steve got up too. 

"I'll walk you to your compartment," he said nervously. 

"Okay," said Kathy and the two of them set off through 
the cars until they got to the one in which Kathy was 
located. 

As they walked past the guard's compartment she looked 
in to see the old man smile at her wink. Nice man, she 
thought.

As they approached her compartment the train lurched 
slightly and Kathy fell back into Steve. She 
instinctively put out a hand behind her to cushion her 
fall, but instead of landing on the ground she fell 
back into the young boy, her hand coming to rest on his 
cock. 

Immediately Steve's cock gave an involuntary twitch and 
started to get a little harder. Kathy had never felt a 
cock before and let her hand dwell for longer than in 
might normally have done and getting brave she had a 
quick feel of it through the denim of his jeans, then 
removed her hand.

"Sorry," she said.

"I don't mind!" said Steve.

They had reached the compartment and Kathy unlocked the 
door and went in. She turned.

"Would you like to come in for a w-while... to t-talk?" 
she stuttered slightly as she said it. Steve felt his 
heart beating faster.

"okay, yeh," he said nonchalantly. He walked into the 
compartment and Kathy closed the door behind them. 
Steve sat by the window and

Kathy on the bed that had been set up for her. They sat 
in silence for a minute until Kathy, summoning up all 
her courage, said, "Does your wennie always go hard 
like that when you look at girl's panties?"

"Uh-huh," he replied. 

Kathy thought for a second or two. "I have never seen a 
boy's penis before. Would... you know.. show me yours?" 
There, she'd said it. 

Steve didn't answer, he just slowly unbuttoned his 
jeans and pulled then down to his knees, then pulled 
his shorts down a little way, pulling them outwards so 
that his rigid cock didn't catch in the waistband. 
There, in front of her eyes was a boy's cock. It was 
about 5 inches long and looked enormous to Kathy - 
after all, this was her first.

"You can touch it too if you like," said Steve.

Kathy moved over to the window seat and knelt in front 
of Steve. Slowly she reached forward and delicately 
touched his cock with one finger. It gave an 
involuntary jump as she did so and she snapped her hand 
back quickly.

"Don't worry. You didn't hurt me," said Steve 
reassuringly. "Just wrap your fingers around it," he 
instructed, breathing a little harder. 

Kathy followed his instructions and replaced her hand 
on him, this time wrapping her fingers around the 
shaft. Steve gasped and his dick twitched again. Kathy 
could feel it pulsate a little in her grasp. She didn't 
remove her hand this time, but kept hold. 

Steve groaned, "Now move your hand up and down, holding 
it tight." 

Kathy did. All the while she stared at his expanding 
erection, so smooth and strong looking with a deep 
purple head that seemed slightly wet and shiny. As she 
moved her hand up and down Steve began to groan all the 
more. "That right!" he said breathlessly. "Keep going. 
It feels really good." 

Kathy kept going, not really knowing what to expect, or 
what she was doing to this boy, but realizing that 
whatever it was he was sure enjoying it immensely.

"Faster, faster!" he panted. Kathy began to pump him up 
and down faster. "Ahhh! I'm cumming! I'm cuummming!" he 
moaned loudly and his hips thrust forward and back in 
time with Kathy's manipulations. 

Suddenly Steve's hips thrust forward and stayed there, 
he was pushing hard against her hand. Kathy jumped as a 
spurt of hot white sticky stuff shot from the end of 
the boy's throbbing cock several inches into the air, 
then fell and landed on her wrist and forearm. Then a 
second and third jet, followed by a last globule that 
oozed out of the little hole and settled around the 
bulging purple head. 

"That was GREAT!" said Steve, panting hard. "That's the 
first time I've had a hand job. You did it real good." 

Kathy removed her hand and stared at the stuff coating 
her skin. She was in a sort of shock, not know what to 
have expected, the reality had been a great surprise to 
her. She wiped the cum off her wrist and arm with a 
towel, then looked down at Steve's cock as it slowly 
began to shrink in front of her.

"I saw a magazine once where a woman licked the cum of 
a man's cock. You want to try that?" he asked 
hopefully.

Kathy was very hesitant, but didn't want to give the 
impression that she was just an innocent goody-goody 
girl. So she got back down onto her knees and took his 
almost flacid cock in her hand, moved her head forward 
and licked the last globule off the top then licked 
around the head a couple of times. She settled back, 
and moved Steve's cum around inside her mouth not 
really knowing what to do with it. She decided that 
rather than spit it out she should just swallow it. She 
had tasted the saltiness of a man's seed for the first 
time in her life - and it didn't taste too bad!

Kathy sat back and looked at Steve. She could hardly 
believe what she had just done, but she had enjoyed it! 
Steve looked at her with a smile on his face, he felt 
just wonderful. He stood up and stepped out of his 
jeans and pulled his shorts up. Then he moved over to 
Kathy. He placed his hand on her knee and gently pulled 
at it. 

Kathy raised her hips and pulled her dress up around 
her waist. Steve stared at the little girl panties as 
he had done for such a long time in the train, but this 
time he was only inches away. Kathy spread her legs in 
response to his pulling at her knee and showed him what 
he wanted to see. 

Steve sighed a little as he saw the small bulge of her 
smooth pussy pushing against the material and the large 
damp patch that was growing slightly lower. With a 
delicate touch he stroked the outline of her pussy 
through her panties. 

Kathy moaned with pleasure at his touch. 

He must be doing it right thought Steve who was as 
inexperienced as Kathy had been. He rubbed a little 
harder as Kathy squirmed on the floor, then took hold 
of the waistband of the panties and slowly tugged and 
pulled them down towards her knees. He got the first 
glimpse of Kathy's lovely pussy. It was almost 
completely bare, but Steve could see a very faint 
covering of fur-like hair, made more visible by its 
dampness.  

Kathy closed her legs and Steve slid her panties down 
her legs and off over her ankles, his eyes still wide 
with excitement, staring at his prize. With the panties 
removed Kathy spread her legs once more, wider this 
time, and Steve gasped with appreciation at what he 
saw. He could see her damp slit all shiny in the light 
of the compartment, not only that. 

Steve could now smell the aroma of the little girl's 
sex - a rich, musky smell the like of which he had 
never known before. He reached forward again and slowly 
rubbed one finger down the length of Kathy's moist 
slit. He felt her jump and gasp as his finger touched 
her little clit that was just protruding through the 
outer folds of her pussy. 

Kathy reached down and pulled her lips apart just as 
she did when she masturbated on her own. Steve's eyes 
sparkled as he gazed on the now sight in front of him. 

Steve slipped his finger down towards her hole and 
slowly pushed until it had gone in up to the second 
knuckle. Kathy moaned again. Steve moved his finger in 
and out of Kathy's cunt, not really knowing what to do 
but thinking that this was probably the best thing - 
imitate a stiff cock. He turned his hand so that whilst 
his finger was dipping in and out he could stroke the 
stiffening clitoris. 

Kathy seemed to like this a lot more. Her moans got 
louder and her squirming stronger. Suddenly he felt her 
body go rigid and she let out a little yelp and then a 
long drawn out moan. He could feel her juices flowing 
freely from her body, coating his fingers.

Kathy felt warm all over. This was the first climax 
she'd had with a boy - with anyone! It felt terrific. 
With glassy eyes she looked down at Steve. He was ready 
for more. He'd seen this in one of his uncle's 
magazines too. He pushed his head in between Kathy's 
thighs and covered her pussy with his mouth. He could 
smell the aroma, now he wanted to taste Kathy's sex. He 
went at it rather quickly, lapping away at the girl's 
juices, licking his way up and down the exposed flesh 
of her cunt. 

Each time he flicked her clit she made a little moaning 
yelp and it was not long before he realized that that 
was the spot to go for. He licked and sucked at it with 
the greed of a small child with an ice-cream, each lick 
and suck making Kathy moan and squirm again. 

God! She was going to cum again. She had never felt 
like this before on her own. Each lick was met by a 
push of the hips. Each suck was accompanied by a moan 
until it could keep no longer. Kathy threw her head 
back and yelped again, this time with such ferocity 
that Steve thought that he had hurt her. 

Steve moved his head back, but Kathy pulled him back 
into her. Her body stiffened again, her back arched as 
she made one last forceful push against the sucking 
mouth, then she fell back, panting hard - exhausted.

Sated for the moment, Steve sat up next to Kathy and 
they hugged for a short while, they kissed - a first 
kiss. After all that had happened they had never 
actually kissed! 

Kathy's mind was full of rampant emotions. She 
remembered her mother telling her to be careful when 
she had gone to a school party because "If you let a 
boy kiss you he might get the wrong idea and try to go 
further and who knows what might happen." She smiled to 
herself. She hadn't kissed this boy, but look what had 
happened!

They talked in whispers for a little while about how 
they felt about what they'd just done with each other 
and how much it had meant to them. There was no 
embarrassment and no guilt, just warmth and tenderness, 
it had all seemed so natural. 

Then as the night wore on they gradually started to 
explore each other's bodies again, small strokes, 
gentle caresses, tender touches of two, young, innocent 
children discovering the pleasures of their budding 
bodies. The night was still young and there were 
several hours before they needed to part. 

That night their innocence was lost but their lives had 
been enriched by the discovery of their sexuality. They 
would always remember that night and each other.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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