Chapter 2

As he followed toward her home she supplied:

“My mom’s taking a nap, so we have to be quiet. But they’re around in the backyard,

anyway.” she cautioned.

Walking up the driveway toward the rear of her house, Joan took hold of Eddies’ hand and pulled him toward the back of the garage, where a small cluster of pens, made from wood and poultry wire, stood in an area enclosed by the rear of the garage and shrubbery.

“My Dad made these pens for me. I used to have four bunnies, but one died. I was

so sad.” she muttered.

Joan still had Eddies’ hand, and with her last comment, she put on such a sad

face, and pulled his hand toward her and held it to her chest. Joan didn’t have very big breasts yet, but they were nicely shaped, and Eddies’ hand nestled very comfortably between them, his wrist just touching the swell of her left boob and his fingertips brushing her right one. Joan looked him straight in the eyes with a challenge. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he pulled his hand free of her hand and placed it gently over her left boob and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Mmmmmm, that’s nice Eddie.” she moaned.

Running his other hand up her right side, he cupped the other breast, then gave it a squeeze too. Joan’s eyes closed, and she took a deep breath through her nostrils, then impulsively put her hand on the bulge that had never completely left his crotch. Now it was Eddies’ turn to moan. Joan began rubbing his erection through his pants, and Eddie suddenly found the nerve to slide his left-hand down Joan’s front and slid it between her legs to cup her cunt mound. She jumped, and her eyes flew open, but she didn’t push his hand away. Eddie began to rub his middle finger back and forth along the seam of her shorts, where he knew her pussy lay. Now, she was really moaning. He could feel the heat and beginnings of moisture on his fingers.

“Uh, Uh, Uh, Mmmmmm. Oh, Eddie! That feels soooo gooood!”

Eddie moved closer to Joan and moving his right hand off her boob, put his arms

around her and placed his lips on hers. Joan responded with enthusiasm, but not much skill. Eddie had learned to kiss from his sister and her girlfriends. He probed her lips with his tongue until she opened them tentatively, then her teeth, to allow him inside her mouth. Once inside, he moved his tongue from side to side and played with her moving tongue. She exhaled and then inhaled through her nostrils, and at the same time moaned deep in her chest. All this time he had continued to stroke her pussy through her shorts, which were getting very damp by now. Joan had stopped rubbing his cock but kept her hand on it.

Finally, he broke the kiss, trailing a string of saliva from his lips to hers. Joan still had her eyes closed, and acted like she was in a trance for a few seconds, then opening her eyes she looked at Eddie with an almost animal lust.

“Oh, Eddie! I feel funny. Good, but funny. I’ve never kissed a boy like that. It’s so exciting. I guess you’ve had a lot of experience with girls. Huh?”

“Not so much, except for kissing, and a little more. I’ve never screwed a girl before.” Eddie explained.

“I’m glad we’re back here. No one can see us, and my mom never comes back here, ‘cause she says it smells. What can we do now? Kiss some more?” Joan asked.

“Do you want me to make it feel even better?” Eddie said, looking at Joan with

excitement, and hoping she would say ‘yes’.

She nodded in the affirmative, but with a look of apprehension.

“How can you make it feel better?”

“If you took your clothes off, I could show you.”

Joan’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“Oooh, Eddie! You’re naughty!” she scolded.

“Did it feel good when I touched you with my fingers?”

“Yeeees.”

“Well, your clothes were in the way of me really making it feel good. I promise,

it will feel so much better than before.” he cajoled.

“Well, I don’t know. What about you, are you going to take your clothes off too?

If you see me, I want to see you.” she bargained.

“O.K.! I’ll take my pants off, but there’s nothing to see under my shirt, like

there is under yours.”

“No! I’m not taking my shirt off unless you take yours off too!”

“Maybe we shouldn’t get all undressed. Tell you what, let me take off your shirt,

and see your breasts, and I’ll start making you feel good, then you can put your shirt back on and I’ll continue down there.” Eddie indicated her crotch area with a glance and a nod.

“O.K.” she said hesitantly.

Eddie began unbuttoning Joan’s blouse as she watched him very self-consciously. He opened up the front and reached around inside, to undo her bra strap (he fumbled with it with both hands because he was still too young to have the moves down pat to do it one-handed). Licking his lips and looking up at Joan’s eyes, he lifted the cups up toward her neck, so her tits were revealed to his eyes. She waited for either something to happen, or for him to say something. After about fifteen- or twenty-seconds Eddie said:

“Your ti..., uh ... breasts are very pretty Joan.”

“You almost said ‘tits’, didn’t you? I call them by bosoms, or boobies, but when

we’re alone you can call them ‘tits’. It excites me!” she allowed.

“Your ‘tits’ are beautiful! Let me touch them.”

Eddie gently caressed them with his hands, then ran his index finger around and over her small erect nipples. Joan sucked in her breath as he came in contact with her sensitive tips, and she got goose bumps all over. She moaned. Eddie, still holding her bra up and out of the way, lowered his mouth to her tits and placed it over her left nipple and ran his tongue across the nub. Joan reacted instantly! She moaned deeply and brought her hands up and held his head tightly to her breast. Eddie began sucking on Joan’s nipple, which caused her to wriggle her body. He then switched to the right nipple with similar results.

“Oh! Oh! Eddie! That makes me feel really funny, tingly down in my puss..., uh,

privates.”

Raising his head from her tits, Eddie smirked, and said:

“You almost said ‘pussy’ didn’t you? I’ve heard it called pussy, cunt, cunny,

twat, and vagina. You can call it any of those things when we’re alone.”

Joan blushed bright red but said nothing.

Eddie reached down, unsnapped Joan’s shorts and unzipped them. Joan did nothing,

so, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled shorts and underpants down, over her ass and legs to leave them in a bunch around her ankles. Joan just stared down at her feet, not moving. Eddie then put his left hand back on her pubic mound, feeling the sparse growth of hair. His middle finger slipped between the extremely wet outer lips of her pussy and gently parted her inner labia. He was expecting her to stop him at any second, but she was mesmerized by the sensations he was causing in her body. Pressing his finger gently into her vaginal opening, Eddie slowly rotated the finger inside and attempted to push it in further. He managed to get it in to the first knuckle before he felt something. He knew this was her cherry, because

his sister’s girlfriends told him what it was when he felt theirs the first time. (After about the third time he was with them, he found they no longer had that blockage, and could put his finger all the way into their cunts.) Joan had been moaning, and breathing fast and hard, as he stroked inside her cunt.

Eddie finally withdrew his finger from Joan’s hole and very gently raised it to her “clit”. As he contacted it, she grabbed his arm with both hands, but did not pull it away; she just clung to his arm seemingly for support.

“nnngnnnmm, oh, ooh, mmmmmmm.” she moaned.

Eddie had put his right arm around her waist to hold her still. Now he moved it down to cup and caress her tiny ass cheeks. They were so smooth! He ran his middle finger up the cleft of her ass. She shook her butt to dislodge his finger, and said:

“Nnnno! Don’t do that!”

He was content to twiddle her clit, so he just continued to rub his hand around on her ass. She was beginning to rotate her hips and push against his finger. She also started moaning much louder, and he felt she was ready to cum. He stepped up his fingering pace and pressed his mouth over hers, to try and stifle her moans. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, and she passionately started to suck on it like it was a lollipop. She was turned on so bad she started to

whimper, and let little snorts come out her nose. Her fingernails started to dig into Eddie’s arm, but he kept up his action on her little pussy nub.

All of a sudden, she started to shake and shiver, and her knees gave way. If he had not moved his arm back around her waist she would have fallen. He kept his hand pressed against her clit and supported her body weight with his right arm while she rode out her orgasm. He pulled his mouth back from hers and watched her slowly relax. She opened her eyes partially and looked up at him with a lazy smile on her face.

“Eddie, that was soooo good! I’ve never felt anything like that.” she gushed.

“Have you ever played with your own pussy?” he asked.

“A little, but nothing happened like that. It just felt good.”

“You must not have done it long enough.”

“I don’t think I could ever make it feel like you did, Eddie. Where did you learn to do that to a girl? Have you done it to a lot of girls?” Joan inquired.

“No, only a couple, but they were older. They just taught me what felt good to

them.”

“And what felt good to you, too?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He equivocated.

“What feels good to you, Eddie?”

“Well, holding my di..., er penis in your hand and jerking up and down on it.