Chapter 13

When Peter arrived home from school, Sandra ran up to him in a frenzy. “Where have you been?!” she shouted.

“Um, at school.”

“But it’s so late! I was worried sick!”

“I met a girl in school and I was with her.”

Sandra’s whole demeanor changed. “A girl? Really? Oh wow, that’s great.”

“Not so great, she thinks I know more about sex than I do.”

“I don’t understand, you just met her.”

“She thinks I have experience. That’s why she chose me. The ‘friends with benefits’ thing. She wanted me to give her her first kiss so we met after school. After kissing her with lips like she wanted, I tried to use my tongue like you showed me. She didn’t want to, but I convinced her to try and she liked it a lot. So we kissed a lot with our tongues after that. I even touched her breast and got her to take her shirt and bra off so I could suck and lick it. I only knew to do that because of last night. If it wasn’t for last night, I wouldn’t have known to do that.”

“Wait! You got a girl who had never been kissed to take her top and bra off?”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“She wants to do it again. Not go all the way, but I think she wants to do more than what we did. The problem is, I don’t really know what to do. I don’t have the experience she thinks I have. When she finds out, she’ll tell everyone and they’re going to make fun of me again. And this time it will be even worse than before.”

“Well, we have the weekend to figure it out. Madison’s gone on her weekend trip so it’s just us. We’ll figure something out. But it’s late. Go get ready for dinner. I’ve been stalling it.”

When Peter rushed upstairs, Sandra giggled. She couldn’t believe Peter was the same boy she had taken in. Maybe clothes did make the man. Or maybe what she had done with him to build his confidence actually worked. One thing was for certain, he seemed to have forgotten the puppy love he had professed to her. That was a good thing. Although it hurt a little.

During dinner, Sandra prodded Peter for information about the girl. He didn’t say much about her, only that she had been in his classes last year and today she sat with him in the cafeteria. He said he didn’t really remember her from last year, but he liked talking to her.

“But what about the sex?” Sandra asked.

“What about it?”

“Girls don’t usually go up to a boy and tell them they want to have sex with them. Especially not fourteen-year-old girls.”

“She didn’t want to have sex. I don’t think she knew what she wanted. She thought I would know what to do. That’s why she picked me. The only thing she asked me to do was kiss her. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss a boy. If you and me didn’t kiss, that probably would have been the end of it. Just kissing her on the lips. But I knew about using tongue from you so we ended up doing that and she liked it so much we did it a lot. She couldn’t get enough of it. And I remembered you telling me to take control and touch the girl’s breast and that if she didn’t want me to she would tell me and I would stop. She did stop me, but then changed her mind. She said she liked it and wanted to try again. Last night you told me to suck and lick your breasts and you liked it so I assumed she would like that too. But I couldn’t do that with her shirt and bra on. I didn’t know what to do, so I asked her to take them off. She was embarrassed, but she liked everything I was doing so she did it. And boy did she like me sucking and licking her breast. You know how I hump you and come when we kiss? She did that. I put my leg between hers and she humped it. She came so hard she almost fell down and said it was the best one of her life.”

Sandra listened with her mouth hanging open. Was this the same timid boy she had taken in? A boy dominated by women?

“What did she do to you?” Sandra asked.

“What do you mean? I told you what we did.”

“Well, she kissed you, but everything else you told me was you doing something to her. Did you come?”

“No, I wasn’t thinking about that. I was so nervous and was afraid I was going to do something stupid so I concentrated on doing stuff to her.”

“I’m proud of you,” Sandra said with a grin.

“Why?”

“For thinking of the girl before you. Not many men do that.”

“But what do I do now? She wants to do it again. Do I just do the same thing? What if she wants more?”

“Let me think about. Let’s finish dinner and then we’ll talk.”

Later, after the kitchen was cleaned up, Sandra went upstairs and took a shower while Peter played a game on his computer in his room. As she washed the day’s stress and sweat from her body, she thought about what she was planning, but no argument against it came to mind that outweighed the advantages.

Standing nude in her bedroom, she selected a plain, non-sexy pair of white cotton panties and simple bra. Then she paused, wondering what else a middle school girl would wear. She rummaged through her drawers, selecting a tank top and pair of denim shorts. She even tied her hair into a ponytail and didn’t bother with makeup.

Sandra stood at her open bedroom door and leaned into the hall. Now was the time to change her mind.

“Peter,” she shouted.

“What?”

“Come to my room.”

Sandra rushed to her bed and plopped down on the side. Her heart raced as she stared at the open door. And then Peter strolled into her bedroom.

“I’ve been thinking about what we talked about during dinner,” Sandra said.

“You mean about the girl?”

“Yes. You’re not going to go all the way, right? That means you are not, pardon my language, going to fuck her.” The last wasn’t said as a question.

“No, she said she didn’t want to.”

“But what if she changes her mind?”

“I didn’t think about that.”

“You can’t go all the way with her. I made that mistake when I was a little older than you and ended up pregnant.”

“I won’t! I promise!”

“Well, sometimes boys forget their promises in the heat of the moment. Girls too. That’s how I got pregnant. I’m going to buy you condoms, just in case, and teach you how to use them, but until you have them you cannot fuck her. Understand?”

“Yes, I promise. But I don’t see how that could happen anyway. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“That’s why you’re here. It’s time you learned and I’m going to teach you about making love to a girl. That’s what you want to learn, right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, make believe I’m— What’s the girl’s name again?”

“Julie.”

“Make believe I’m Julie and you two are meeting.”

Peter just stood there.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sandra asked.

“What should I do?”

“I’m not going to be there to tell you. Just make believe I’m Julie. If you do something wrong, I’ll stop you and tell you. Okay? So, I’m Julie and we just got together and I’m waiting for you to do something. I think you have experience with sex so I’m expecting you to start. Like I’ve been telling you, girls expect the boy to take the lead so the ball is in your court.”

When Sandra stood up, Peter walked over to her. He pressed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue against her lips only to find her solid teeth behind them. Sandra shoved him back.

“Is that what you’re going to do?” Sandra asked. “No hello. No talking. You’re just going to see her and start kissing her?”

“But you’re not Julie and—”

Sandra smacked him on the top of the head. “Right now I am Julie. Okay, let’s assume you two meet and say hello and then go wherever you go. Then what?”

“I don’t know. I might—”

Sandra smacked him on the head again. “Don’t tell me what you’re going to do to Julie. I’m Julie. Tell Julie.”

“I really liked what we did last time,” Peter said.

“Me too.”

“Wanna do it again?”

“Do you?” Sandra asked, trying to sound like an uncertain girl.

“If you do.”

“Okay.”

Peter cupped Sandra’s cheeks and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue probed only to find her mouth closed. He kept pushing until she opened her mouth. Once their tongues met, the kiss turned passionate. Sandra had forgotten how much she enjoyed kissing Peter. She whipped her tongue against his while clutching the back of his head. Her other hand reached between his legs, cupped his cock, and squeezed it.

Peter jumped back with wide eyes.

“Will Julie do that to me?!” he shouted. “Touch me there!”

Sandra blushed and looked like a little girl who had been caught doing something naughty.

“I’m sorry,” Sandra said, “I doubt she will. I sort of got carried away. I forgot I was being Julie. I’m sorry.” Sandra thought for a moment before saying, “I don’t think this role playing is going to work. How about I just teach you about a girl’s body and how to have sex with her.”

“That’s what I want to know.”

“Okay, get undressed,” Sandra said and started stripping.

Soon both were naked and Peter’s eyes devoured every inch of her nude body. For some reason, him seeing her naked didn’t bother her like it had last night when she turned the bathroom light on.

“Why’s your dick so hard?” Sandra asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Are you kidding, you’re gorgeous.”

“But you have a girl your own age now.”

“But I don’t love Julie.”

Sandra shuddered and her pussy tingled. He had basically just said that he loved her. At one time that had bothered her, but now her heart raced. She wanted to ravish Peter, but her job right now was to be his teacher.

“Okay, let’s get started,” Sandra said as if she were going to teach a math lesson, but her heart thumped and her moistening pussy was on fire. She had to control her desires. “You already got to second base so—”

“What’s that?” Peter asked with his forehead creased.

“First base is kissing on the mouth, typically with tongue. You did that with Julie. Second base is fondling above the waist. You did that too, touching and sucking her tits. So you already got to second base. Third base is touching below the waist, you her pussy, her your dick.”

“Oh wow, do you think she’ll let me touch her there?”

“I don’t know. I’m still shocked she took her shirt and bra off. So you need to learn how in case she does. If not now, later. Or with another girl.”

“How many bases are there?” Peter asked.

“Don’t you know anything about baseball?”

“Not really.”

“There are four bases. First, second, third, and home plate.”

“So what’s the fourth base?”

“That, my dear Peter, is sexual intercourse. Fucking. But you’re not going to do that with Julie, right? Not until I teach you about condoms. Remember, I’m on birth control, on the pill. So when we did it I couldn’t get pregnant. But Julie is not on birth control. So you’re not going to fuck Julie, right?”

“Yeah, I promise. Anyway, she already said she doesn’t want to go all the way. But I doubt she will even let me do the third base thing, touch her there. She was so embarrassed showing me her tits.”

“But she did show them to you. Don’t forget that. And on your first date, no less. It wasn’t even a date. This Julie sounds like she’s curious about sex. You may be surprised what she lets you do.” Sandra wagged a finger in Peter’s face. “But remember, if she says no, then it’s no and you stop. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, now back to teaching you about a girl’s body and what girls like. Last night I taught you to use your hands and fingers and lips and tongue all over my body. You had me tingling all over so you know how to do that. And you did a good job on my breasts and nipples with your hands and mouth and tongue. It sounds like Julie liked it too. So, any questions about any of that?”

“I don’t think so. It just came natural. I didn’t know I was learning something.”

“Well, you were. That only leaves one part of the girl that we didn’t talk about last night. The third base part. Her vagina. What boys your age call the pussy. When you pulled my panties down and touched me there, I got so excited I couldn’t help but get your dick inside me. So I got carried away and we didn’t spend much time on that area of my body. That’s what I’m going to teach you now.”

Sandra plopped down on the side of the bed and parted her legs.

“Come over here,” she said, “I want to show you the parts.”