Chapter 4

I shouted ‘bye’ as I left and hurried away; I wanted to get to Jase’s house without having to explain to my parents where I was going or what I was doing. It takes about fifteen minutes to get there, and as I walked up the drive, Jase opened the door.

As I walked in, he shut the door behind us and embraced me. I think he had just bathed in a bottle of aftershave; it was a bit strong. What is it with boys that they think they need to cover themselves with smelly stuff? Just being clean is all that is needed, honestly! Perhaps boys don’t think?

I kissed him back, my one arm around his shoulders, the other on his lower back, pressing as we kissed. His tongue was wet and slippery as it pressed past my lips, and I could feel his hardness as I pressed him against me. ‘Here I go again,’ I thought, ‘having this effect on Jase.’ I wondered if I did this to every boy. Was it just me, or did most girls cause that to happen?

They didn’t talk about that in Human Reproduction at school, just the mechanics of it: boy gets hard, girl gets wet, boy inserts into girl, boy spurts, girl gets pregnant, baby pops out, repeat.

I didn’t want the getting pregnant part, and so I had gone and seen the doctor just after my lockdown finished. Now I get an injection every few months. No pills to forget, and I didn’t tell Mum. No one needed to know. I wasn’t having sex, and in fact, had no interest in sex at that time and never really thought about it much until the past few days with Jase. And now, it seems, I make boys and my dad hard. Crumbs.

I pressed my stomach back at his hardness and made appreciative noises.

“Would you like to go upstairs?” Jase asked as he pulled his lips from mine, “Or would you rather stay down here on the settee?”

I had memories of seeing my mum and then my dad on settees. “Upstairs, Jase, I think your lounge is at the front, and people could see in.” I followed Jase up to his room. I had been there loads of times, but one or other of his parents had always been around, so we had just kissed a bit and cuddled and messed around a little, but it never went far. Dingle Wood was the first time we really did much more than kiss, and that was only yesterday.

“Do you want to undress and fool around a bit?” Jase asked, and I nodded. Well, why not? After all, my dad had already done it to me and I didn’t seem to be ruined in any way. I pulled my top and my skirt off and looked across at Jase; he was already naked. He didn’t waste any time; I was still in my bra and knickers. I pulled my bra up and off and then pushed my knickers down. There was no embarrassment; my dad had seen me naked, and Jase had pretty much too. And I knew that I made them hard, so, yeah, nothing to fear, I guess.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Jase sat by me and turned and kissed me, his hand squeezing my boob and playing with my nipple. I found it a strange sensation, not unpleasant, but odd, sort of tingly and sort of painful at the same time. Jase was leaning against me and he kind of pushed me back so I was lying down, my legs over the side of the bed. His hand went down, and he started rubbing my sex, and he moved his mouth to my boob, licking and sucking, which was much nicer than him squeezing it. He slid his finger down between my fanny petals, and slowly he pushed into me; that was much nicer.

He moved his finger around inside, and I could feel him as he pushed up inside me. It was like scratching an itch, but not quite. I can’t explain the sensation; I don’t have a lot of feeling inside. I mean, I can feel pressures and pushing, and I sure know when he is wiggling his finger, but it is a bit of a remote feeling; it is really odd. It gives a lot of pleasure, but not a lot of sensation. Jase pulled his finger out, and I had a feeling of emptiness, but that didn’t last long; just as I was feeling empty, Jase lay on me and I felt him push his dick inside me.