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12-01-2007, 06:26 AM
There was a line drawing of a dick in the encyclopedia. Shirley and I looked it up under "Anatomy" and it showed one hanging off a male's body. We were studying that in eighth grade. There were pages of plastic layering the different systems down on the bones. Shirley was a grade ahead of me in school and my bestest, bestest friend. She had the most amazing ideas, and we always had plenty to do whenever she was around. Sometimes I felt like Shirley was so sophisticated, and I was just a dork.

Shirley started with the skeleton page, then set down the circulatory system, then the muscles, the nerves, and finally the skin. The penis lay there on the page, all lifeless and flat, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out how it was supposed to fill up with blood, expand till it was nice and firm, then go inside my cooter to make a baby.

At least that's what Shirley told me was s'posed to happen. I laid back in the bed with Shirley. We made sure the doors were closed and my step-brother Manny was out of the house playing ball down the road. She pulled down her panties, and we both giggled. I looked at her bare cooter.

"I'm gonna touch it, okay?" I said.

She giggled. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Where do you think the dick goes?" I asked her.

She spread her legs real wide. "Here," she said, and poked her finger inside the folds of skin.

"Where's the pee come out? Around here, right" I poked my finger about where I thought her pee came out.

"No, here, I think." Shirley redirected my finger.

"I wanna watch you pee." I said.

"I don't have to go right now."

"Well, I do." I jumped off the bed. "C'mon!"

She pulled her pants up and we went into the bathroom. "You can't giggle too loud," I said, "or Mama's gonna come in here to see what we're up to."

I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. Shirley crouched in front of me to watch. I spread my legs wider, but I just sat there. I couldn't pee with her right there watching.

"Hurry up!" she urged.

"I'm trying."

I was trying, but what if I misshot and sprayed her right in the face? She was my best friend. What was she going to think if I peed on her?

I closed my eyes so I could concentrate, and I felt something brush across my skin. Down there. "Hey!" I yelled, bolting backwards and almost fell sideways into the hole in the toilet seat.

Shirley pulled her hand away.

"What're you doing?"

"Just touching it."

"I'm trying to pee here!"

"I know."

"Well, I don't wanna pee on your hand."

We heard footprints coming down the hall towards the bathroom.

"Shhhh!" I glared at Shirley.

"Ladies." Mama said, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, Mama." I said sweetly. Shirley held her hand covering her mouth, but I could still hear her giggle.

I gave her a look.

In my nicest I'm-not-doing-anything-wrong voice, I said, "Mama, it's too hot.. Is it okay if Shirley and I take a bath in cold water?"

Mama opened the door. She had that "what are you two up to" look on her face. Shirley stood up real fast. I squeezed my knees together and bent forward to get toilet paper.

"Well, don't make a mess. Keep all the water inside the tub."

"Can we use bubbles?"

"That's fine." She closed the door. "And keep all of the water inside the tub."

"We will," I assured her.

I looked at Shirley and hopped off the pot. "Okay, then. Let's take a bath. Last one in is a rotten egg!"

I rushed to turn on the water. I wanted it cool, but not too cold. Shirley was peeling off her clothes and tossing them on the floor behind me. I had my pants halfway off, so I kicked off my flip-flops and dropped my pants on top of them. I pulled off my shirt.

We scrambled into the tub about the same time.

"Where's the bubbles?"

I opened a bottle and poured a capful under the faucet. Mama said one capful was enough. I gave the bottle a little extra squirt for good measure. Then we got in the water and sat there naked, looking at each other, listening to the water run, waiting for the tub to fill. Shirley looked different than me naked. Her titties were kind of pointed where mine were boring. Her pussy was fleshy, where mine was flat. Neither of us looked as developed as other girls at our school. I felt frumpy and backward. I wondered what some of those other girls looked like undressed. For some reason, thinking about that made me feel funny inside.

"It's too cold," Shirley complained. "Let's warm it up."

"Okay, but not too hot."

Shirley grabbed the shower head. We had one of those adjustable nozzles. "Have you ever used this to spray your cooter?" She asked me.

I shook my head. Frankly I'd never thought of such a thing.

She stood on tip-toe to take the shower head away from the wall. I didn't even know it came off the wall!

"Don't break anything." I said.

"Don't worry. I've done this before."

"We better close the curtain. You heard what Mama said."

I pulled the orange and white shower curtain closed.

Shirley flipped the lever on the faucet to make the water shoot out of the shower head. "Make the water a little bit warmer."

I did. She tested it on her wrist. "Okay," she said, "open your legs."

I held my legs open, but the water had filled up almost to my knees, so the water from the shower head just sprayed on my legs.

"Move up and sit with your back against the wall. On the edge of the tub."

I got up and perched on the white porcelain.

"Spread your legs."

I opened my legs and Shirley directed the spray of water right on my cooter. The water was slightly warm. She twisted the dial on the shower head a little bit and the water pulsed against my pussy. Suddenly, it felt like my pussy was the most important thing on my body. It felt nasty!

I covered myself with my hand, blocking the spray. "God, Shirley. Where'd you learn that?"

"I watched my sister in the shower one time. She didn't know I was watching. She held the spray there, and kinda closed her eyes. I didn't know if she was washing herself or what."

Shirley's sister, Wendy, babysat sometimes. I tried to imagine her naked, holding this up to her cooter in the shower.

"Do it again." I told Shirley, moving my hand.

We took turns, sitting next to each other, the shower curtain closed, spraying each other's bare pussies.

The tub started to overflow with water, so we had to stop that game. We turned the water off. There weren't too many bubbles.

I wanted to see Shirley's cooter up close. It was a little puffy. More puffy and pinker than mine. Suddenly I felt all dirty and wicked.

"Can I touch you there?" I whispered.

"Go ahead."

I put my hand on the bald pussy and rubbed, not daring to venture inside the crack. Her pussy was so smooth and covered with fine blonde hairs.

"Where'd you say the dick goes?"

She stood up and leaned forward. She peered down past her belly button. "It goes right here." She inserted her forefinger inside where one of the folds opened up. There was an opening there, but it didn't look like much. I didn't remember feeling anything like that down there before. But then I didn't do much but wipe it off after peeing. I'd never really thought about it. I opened my legs. I poked my finger down where she was poking hers. Oh, it felt good!

"Wow!" I murmured.


Shirley sat down with her knees flat on the bottom of the tub and her knees wide and kept rubbing herself. "I like it right here," she said, rubbing a tiny button that was right out front. I watched her open her legs wider and flick her finger across the fold that was there.

I rubbed my own button. It felt like there were sparklers going off inside.

"I think I'm gonna pee." I said, after a minute.

"Go ahead."

I stood up to go sit on the toilet.

"No, silly, just pee right here," she said, "I wanna watch."

"That's sick!"

But Shirley held my legs and leaned in to look at my cooter. I felt her breath.
I felt so wicked. I wanted to do it...but... I couldn't just stand there and piss on my friend.

Could I?

"Do you really want me to do it right here?"

She put her finger inside of my crack and started rubbing that bump.

"I'm gonna pee." I whispered. "I'm really gonna."

She kept rubbing, watching my face.

Where did she come up with this stuff?

I felt the little slip of pee start to come out and once it started, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I watched the yellow stream come out and start to squirt everywhere. All over her hand, all down my thighs, into the bathwater.

Some of the bubbles sizzled and disappeared.

I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Just to stand up and pee like a boy, to not care where the pee went, to just let it spray down, all over the tub. Even to just pee on her hand. God.

"Rub me some more." I told her. I didn't need to pee anymore, but I kinda felt like I did. I felt like I wanted to pee some more. Rub me some more.

Shirley rubbed my cooter for a minute, then she stood in the tub and whispered in my ear. "Jennie, I wanna tell you something."


"You can't tell anyone, 'kay?"

"I won't."

"You promise?" She had a solemn look on her face.

"I promise."

"I mean it. You can't tell anyone. No matter what."

"I promise, Shirley. Cross my heart and hope to die."

She swallowed. What she wanted to tell me must be pretty important.
"What is it?" I urged. "It can't be that big a deal."

"One time a boy wanted to lick me there."

Omigod. I couldn't believe it. "Lick you? How? Whaddya mean?"

"He wanted to put his mouth on me and lick my cooter. Can you believe it?"

She had a dark, serious look on her face. I knew she was telling the truth.

"Did he do it?"

"Omigod, no. Of course not." She giggled, and put her hand down to cover herself. "But I think I would let you. Do you wanna try?"

"I don't know."

I suddenly felt very embarrassed and started to sink all the way underneath the water. Then I remembered I just peed there.

I got out of the tub and pulled the plug. There was a gurgle as the water started to spin down the drain.

"We better go."

I grabbed a towel and started to dry off. I made sure to cover my cooter.

Suddenly I didn't want her looking at me there anymore.

"Hey, you're not mad are you?" she said.


"Well, why aren't you talking?"

"Do you wanna go jump rope?" I asked her. Last time she was here, I almost skipped doubles. I thought maybe we could try that again. Or play Trouble. We both liked board games. "We could go play Trouble."

"Okay." She said, pulling her clothes on.

Truth is, I didn't know what to say. I didn't have a clue of what I was supposed to say. Shirley thought about letting me lick her down there.

Later that night, after Mama sent me to bed, I laid with my hand against that button she showed me, and I rubbed it a little, but not enough to feel too good, and I thought about what she'd said. To tell the truth, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Some boy wanted to put his mouth down there? Whatever for?

12-01-2007, 08:14 AM
Thanks for the addition

12-01-2007, 09:19 AM
Really hot story thanks for bringing it here.

12-01-2007, 05:18 PM
Definately. Great story :)

12-05-2007, 01:31 PM
Wow! If that story is not about a real experience, then fyre is one great writer.

01-17-2008, 03:34 AM
Two weeks later I went over to Shirley's to spend the night. Her mom and dad were going out to see a movie, so her big sister, Wendy, the one who sprayed herself with water down there , was the only other person home. What that really meant was that she would disappear into her room and talk on the phone while we hung out in Shirley's room.

Shirley and I got into our pajamas and climbed into her bed with a big bag of potato chips. We started watching Lizzie McGuire. After awhile, Shirley scooted way under the covers and lifted her nightgown up. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Wanna play that rubbing game again?" she asked.


I edged down under the covers with her. Earlier, I had wondered if we would play that game again. Part of me was scared that she wouldn't want to play that way again and part of me was scared that she would. I wanted to look at her pussy again. I know I had one, but I couldn't really get a look at what it looked like. I wanted to study how it was put together. I wanted to do it while I could have the lights on. But then I was worried that someone was going to find out and we'd be in big trouble.

"Do me first," she begged.

I put my hand on her pussy and started to stroke the skin. I petted the skin below her belly button like I was petting the cat.



"Who was the boy?"

"What boy?"

"You know, the boy who wanted to... to... you know."

She was quiet. I stopped stroking her skin and just touched the fold where one lip slightly overlapped the other. The skin was so- so smooth. She opened her legs wider, and pulled the covers down, sitting up a bit so she could watch my fingers.

"Go inside the crack, Jennie." She whispered, desperate and breathless. "Rub on that little button. Put your finger inside."

I moved to get between her legs. I was kneeling, and bent forward and laid my belly on the bed so I could see. I spread the lips apart the way she had in the bathtub and studied the different folds of skin and that bulge of a button. I put out two fingers and stroked that bulge.

She laid back and looked at the ceiling. "Keep doing that," she said, quietly.

I wondered how many times she rubbed herself right there. I kept rubbing Shirley's pussy until a sticky wetness started leaking out.

"You're not peeing on me, are you?" I pulled my hand away and smelled the wetness.

"No," she giggled. "Keep rubbing there."

It smelled a little like pee, but not too much. I tasted my finger. The juice was salty, but sweet. Maybe it would be nice to put my mouth there.

I started to rub her some more. What if I put my mouth there?

Ever since that day in the bathtub, I played the rubbing game by myself at night and that one time when I took a bath in the afternoon. I even got the nozzle down from the wall and sprayed my cooter real good for a minute, but it felt kinda funny to do it all by myself. I liked doing it while Shirley was there, so she could spray me and I could spray her, and I could imagine how it felt like for her. I liked looking at her cooter, especially when she pinched the lips of her pussy and spread it real wide and I could see that strange little hole. Where the dick goes. I wanted to try pushing my finger inside.
I was right down there between her legs again and I couldn't resist. I licked my finger and started to slide it down towards that hole. I rubbed past that place where the pee comes out and she squirmed.

"Try sticking it inside. Where the dick goes."

I licked my finger again. It smelled pungent, like pickles and peach jelly, watered down. I pushed my finger towards that opening. That hole where the dick goes. I wanted to feel inside that hole.

My finger slipped in. It was a little slimy. Smooth. Inviting. Shirley pushed her hips forward against my hand, pushing the finger in a little deeper.

"Careful. I don't wanna scratch you."

"It doesn't hurt," Shirley said. "Do it some more."

I couldn't believe it. She started rocking her bottom so that my finger stroked in and out. The hole closed tight around my finger.

How big is a dick?

I thought about my finger being a little dick for Shirley and I wondered about her rocking back and forth. "Keep rubbing it, Jennie," she said. She put her own hand down over mine and guided my finger a little deeper. She pushed my hand. "Do it faster," she directed.

I kept stroking in and out. I could feel a nice ridge towards the back of the hole, but I liked the tight squeeze of the skin as my finger slurped in and out. She put her own hand down on her cooter and started rubbing that little bump. That one that she said she liked to rub. I watched her finger and it seemed like the bump got a little harder and stood a little taller as her finger swirled across it.

My face was right up next to her cooter and I could smell her. I don't know how to describe it. It was like she was getting hotter and moister and the closer I got, the better it smelled.

I wanted to put my mouth on her.

I decided to try it. I stuck out my tongue and leaned forward.

"Jennie, what are you doing?"

I pulled back, feeling clumsy and careless. I stopped moving my finger around in her hole.

"Nothing," I said.

Suddenly I felt stupid. What'd I have to do that for?

I sat up and snatched my hand away from her warm sweet pussy. I was a bad, bad nasty girl.

Shirley sat up and grabbed my hand. "No, keep rubbing me." She put her finger back on my bump and slid my hand so that my finger went inside her pussy hole.

I felt confused. Did she still want me to lick it? Or was that too weird?

I went back to the rubbing game. When a song played on the TV, I started stroking with the beat of the music.

"Yes, yes." she said. "That feels real good."

She started arching her back a little and closed her eyes. I liked watching her, then I closed my eyes and really concentrated on stroking that pussy hole the way she said she liked it. Suddenly, she bucked a little on the bed and I opened one eye. Her hair was kinda damp and sweaty.

"I like that!" she said. "You want me to do it to you?"

I smelled my hand. I tasted the wetness. It tasted good!

I felt funny smelling her cooter. I felt awkward not knowing how to ask her how it felt to rub inside that hole. "Your pussy smells good. I mean, when you get all wet like that." I put my hand out to her nose.

"I know," she said. "That's why I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do when that boy said he wanted to lick it."

"What boy?"

She got quiet.

"What boy?" I asked again.

"I don't want to tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because you know him."

"Omigod. No way." I knew the boy who wanted to lick Shirley's cooter? No way. Then I started thinking that maybe he had a pretty good idea. Who would tell Shirley that he wanted to lick her cooter? I couldn't believe I was even wondering about such a thing.

"It's Manny." She said flatly.

"No way!" I pushed her back on the bed. She fell back against the pillow. "No way!"

I pulled my knees together in front of me and smoothed my nightgown down over my legs. Manny, my step-brother. All of a sudden, I felt like an idiot. Foolish and naive. Clumsy and boyish. I clamped my legs together.

I couldn't believe it. How did he come up with such a thing? Why would he want to do that to her? Manny was almost my brother.

I reached for the bag of chips and the remote control. I turned the television a little louder and started crunching on salt and potatoes. I smacked my lips.

How come he didn't ask to do that to me? Would I let him if he did?

Shirley sat on the bed next to me without saying a word. The rubbing game was over. We sat there and both of us tried pretending it never happened.
Before too much longer, she took her pillow and knocked me on the head. I jumped up and grabbed my pillow and slammed it on her. I knew she was still my bestest, bestest friend. She had to be. She was the only one I knew who would let me touch her cooter.

After Shirley turned off the light, I laid there in the bed next to her and thought about how her pussy felt. I wondered if my hole was as deep as hers. I started to reach down to test it, but I didn't want to wake her up. Her lips were more swollen than mine and she seemed to like rubbing that bump a lot.

I tried rubbing mine, but it felt sharp when I did, a little like shocking myself with static electricity. It felt good, but intense. I wanted to try it some more. I waited in the dark, trying to go to sleep, trying not to think about that secret, special place between my legs that I wanted to feel some more. I wanted to rub on that bump and feel the smoothness on the outside of my bald cooter lips. But I didn't want Shirley to know that's what I wanted to do. So I lay there without moving, hoping I wouldn't wake her up.

That's when I got it in my head that I would make Manny show me his dick.
I wondered. Her hole was tight. How could a man stick a big thick dick inside? I mean even if it was as big as my daddy's thumb...well, it just seemed like that would fit tight. Real tight.

01-17-2008, 04:03 AM
I really like the way you wrote these first two parts Frye. Thanks for sharing this story. Did part three move to another category or are we waiting with much anticipation?

02-20-2008, 04:45 PM
Yes more please