Chapter 11

It hadn’t been so bad. But not really good either. Jase had thought it great; he loved the way my bum squeezed his dick, but we both kind of agreed we preferred the usual ways. My bum had closed up eventually, and Jase had left to go and meet his dad. I dived into the shower to make sure I was properly clean; it had felt dirty, even if it hadn’t proven to be so. I checked my phone. Two texts, one from Ash and one from Uncle John.

Ash texted, ‘free?’ and Uncle John ‘wud luv 2 c more of u’

I texted ‘y’ to Ash and ‘i bet u wud’ to Uncle John.

I tidied my bedroom and made and neatened my bed, then sprayed a little perfume in the air. Boys always seemed to leave a smell behind, and I know that Jase is very clean; I think it’s just the stuff they spray themselves with. The front doorbell chimed; I went down and let Ash in, double-locking the door behind her.

“Straight up?” she asked.

“Yeah, why not? You know the way.” I followed Ash up to my room. I had no intention of telling her about Uncle John; some family stuff had to remain secret.

Mum doesn’t know that I know, or in fact, if anyone knows, and I want to keep it that way, and gossiping about it won’t keep it secret.

“How’s home?” I asked Ash.

“Same, Dad still won’t let me go out with boys but is quite happy for me to see girls. I think he must have a blind spot about girl on girl; he probably thinks it’s not possible.”

“Well,” I said, “we know different, don’t we?”

“We do.”

“So, anyway, any more thoughts of boys and how you could meet them to further your investigations that way?”

“Not really. Ali keeps texting. I have told him not to in case my parents look at my phone, but, well, he just keeps texting.”

“What is he asking Ash?”

“Basically, will I do with him what you did?”

“Oh great, and if your dad sees that kind of message, how will you explain it?

“Oh, I shall say you walked out with him, nothing more, and that I don’t want to, so I don’t know why he is texting.”

“Okay, at least I know what to say if your dad ever asks.” It is good to be on the same page, I thought.

“Anyway,” said Ash.

“Anyway,” I replied.

“Us. Now.”

“Yes.”

“I have something to ask. Will you kiss me and make out the way a boy would?”

I hadn’t expected that; I thought that we were just into fanny play, but then, I suppose I would expect a boy to kiss and make out before fanny play, so I guessed it was a fair ask. I didn’t say anything; I simply took her face in my hands and softly kissed her lips, my tongue tracing the little gap between them, slowly adding a little pressure, pushing my tongue into her mouth.

She fell backwards onto the bed, and I lay half across her, kissing, my tongue probing, and I let my right hand roam down and fondle her left boob, feeling for her nipple. She was making happy murmurs, and I teased at her nipple through her top, feeling as it got hard, like a peanut on her chest. I slipped my hand up her top and pushed her bra up and off her boobs, my hand now roaming the flesh of her chest. First base, sort of.