Chapter 2: The Barn

I finally made it through what was starting to seem like a gauntlet and joined Kristen. So as i was saying ... We ran to the barn with Kristen in the lead. After we arrived and had caught our breath it was Kristen’s turn to speak. “Did you see the look on grandma’s face when we walked by? I felt like the Church Lady was glaring at us!”

I giggled as I recalled my grandmother’s expression in my mind. “Yeah, I overheard mom and her arguing about our outfits ... AGAIN, but at least she doesn’t say anything to us this time.”

Kristen had a naughty grin on her face. “By the way, did you catch the wink grandpa gave your dad?”

My mouth and eyes widened. “No way, cool! Wow, guess he’s not so stuffy after all.”

We both laughed at the idea of our stern old grandpa sneaking a peek at his young granddaughters. Wow, Grandma would’ve killed him if she knew! We eventually got in the barn and checked it out. There was still the same old wooden ladder that led to the hayloft. The steps were worn smooth from decades of use and I remembered how when we were younger how scared I would get climbing up them. They once seemed so high and the steps so far apart but now it was just a quick hop up to get to the hay loft. Kristen walked over to the steps and put one foot on the bottom rung.

“Want to see what’s up in the ol’ hay loft cuz?”

Without waiting for a response she was climbing up the ladder ahead of me. I followed her and when I looked up I had an incredible view of her tight little butt. I smiled slightly as I thought about how many boys would kill to have this view! Like me, Kristen disdained panties and also like me her hygiene had gotten a bit sloppy lately and I could see some fuzzy brown hair poking out from the crotch of her shorts. From seeing her getting dressed and in our hot tub I knew Kristen wasn’t a “true” blonde; her pussy hair was a light brown color that seemed to be getting darker as it filled in.

Actually, the last time I saw her naked was a few hours earlier when we got up and shared the bathroom. Nudity wasn’t something we were ashamed of in my household although my mom had always warned us to be more discreet at our grandparent’s house. I remembered noting even then Kristen’s pubic hair was filling in more all the time. It was still more fuzzy than hairy at this point but definitely had thickened over the past few months. As I stretched for each rung I could feel my own shorts pulling in tight which caused them to rub up against my clit, feeling almost like someone was fondling me as I climbed. From the looks of it Kristen’s shorts were doing the same to her and I knew exactly how she was feeling.

Unlike her older cousin, Kristen was still a virgin and while I’d been bragging to her all about my own sexual experiences we hadn’t done anything more than just talk and joke about sex. Even so I knew she masturbated regularly from the talks we had although we’d not done it together.

As for me, I had sex for the first time when I was fourteen and since then had been with a number of boys but I’d never been with a girl a sexual way. While the thought of a lesbian experience had crossed my mind it was more of an academic exercise than a sexual fantasy. My girlfriends and I were always having sleepovers where typically we wore next to nothing while we talked about boys and what we wanted to do with them. It wasn’t unusual for the conversation to get pretty naughty which often led to us masturbating together. Of course we never did anything sexual with each other like actually touching or kissing each other.

The closest I’d ever come to having sex with a girl was with my first boyfriend’s younger sister. One time at a sleepover at their house Sharon’s brother fucked me in the basement (we were having sex regularly so it wasn’t anything new). I kept part of Steve’s load in my mouth and upon returning to her room, when Sharon teased me in front of the others about what I’d been doing with her brother I kissed her with his cum still filling my mouth. Yes! The look on her face was priceless when she realized what it was. While unknown to the other girls I was full aware she had the hots for her big brother and while she may have pretended to be disgusted she actually was thrilled to taste his cum. In any vent ... that kiss was the closest I’d been to a lesbian experience although if she and her brother hadn’t moved when they did I think we could’ve gotten closer - a LOT closer.

Then again, maybe part of why I was looking at Kristen’s pussy in more than an academic way was it had been at least a few days since I’d been fucked by my boyfriend and I was more than just a little bit horny. Seeing Kristen’s tight little ass, her perky small breasts, her thin tanned legs (which I noticed needed to be shaved as well) and now with her pussy with its short brown fuzzy hair practically in full view, I found myself getting aroused to the point my own pussy was getting wet. My nipples even started to harden and poke through my bikini top. I’d never felt this way looking at a girl before, especially my cousin, and it was sort of unsettling as much as anything else. At the top of the ladder I just shook my head clear of whatever thoughts had been building up and tried to bring myself back to reality.

In the hayloft we found a large wool blanket in the corner that we spread out on a pile of loose hay and the two of us laid next to each other on it on our sides facing each other. Once again I noticed that even as small as they were, Kristen’s boobs were about to spill out of her bikini top but this time she either didn’t notice or simply didn’t care. It was just the two of us after all.

Kristen giggled, “So why do you think there’s a blanket up here Kelly?”

I looked around and thought for a second even though the answer was obvious. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the hired hand brings his girlfriend up here once in a while. Have you seen him? You’ve got to admit, he IS pretty hunky and I sincerely doubt he’s a virgin!”

Kristen laughed adding, “Well, it sure is comfortable enough here for THAT.”

“Why Kristen,” I teased her, “Now what would you know about such things? You’re still a virgin!”

Kristen pretended to pout. “I’ll have you know that I’m not a virgin anymore. For your information, Miss ‘I’ve had sex and you haven’t’, I did the dirty deed with my new boyfriend just a few days ago.”

I didn’t have to act shocked - I was! Sure, I’d done for the first time when I was fourteen but I always considered me to have been pretty young. Now even though she had done it at the same age, for some reason she seemed so much younger than I was at the time! I WAS shocked by a different feeling entirely, the feeling I was getting between my legs thinking about how she must have looked when she did it for the first time.

“Wow Kristen, like when were you going to tell me about it or what?”

Kristen smiled a sexy grin and launched in a detailed description of how her boyfriend had fucked her in her own bed for the first time. The sexy part was that I knew Kristen and her mom had been sleeping together since the divorce so when she said she was fucked for the first time in her own bed, that also meant in her mother’s bed as well! As she went on, leaving no detail out, I found myself picturing her in bed with her boyfriend, offering herself to a boy in that special way a girl can only do once in her life. I thought back to my first time and the mixture of lust and fear that I felt as I watched him hold his cock and guide it towards my waiting pussy.

As Kristen described him penetrating her, violating her virginity, I recalled the moment when my hymen was torn along with the sharp pain that accompanied it. I reacted instinctively by trying to push him away to stop him from hurting me. The immense pleasure I was feeling soon overwhelmed any thoughts of wanting him out of me and I pushed my hips up towards him, trying to draw him in me even further.

As I listened to Kristen describing how it felt to finally have a boy’s cock filling her virgin cunt for the very first time, I realized I’d been subconsciously thrusting my own pussy forward as I tried to draw in an imaginary cock. I could tell the thought of recalling it was arousing her as well. As she whispered to me how he finally entered her completely until the base of his cock pressed up tightly against her crotch, her hand drifted down and over so as to be between her tanned legs. I subtly looked down at her crotch so she would know I could see what she was doing and she quickly pulled her hand up and her face flushed. Smiling, I took her hand and moved it back between her legs saying, “Don’t worry Kristen, I do it all the time. My parents don’t mind me seeing them do it and you shouldn’t be ashamed to do it in front of me either. Besides, my friends and I do it together at sleepovers and parties and we’re closer than I am to them.”