Introduction

She had long dark hair, a pretty face and a lithe young body with developing curves that she was proud of. Her name was Lorlei, she was fourteen and was supposedly some kind of cousin of mine. I was also fourteen and like her, was well on my way through puberty. Somewhat embarrassed by my own frequent and carnal thoughts and my bodies responses to girls, I was shy around her and her friends. Having had numerous visits with Lorlei, many of them overnight or longer, we became pretty close and in some cases more close than probably we should have. In a sense, we were kind of like best buddies, but I think she also felt comfortable with me because of the ‘kind of’ relative situation. Lorlei was not shy about her interest in sex. I don’t know where her curiosity originated, but I do remember it being there at an early age.

At fourteen, Lorlei and her friends were developing into little women, and like Lorlei, they were very proud of these ‘developments’. In looking back, I’d say they were also a little nervous and curious. In some cases even embarrassed. There was Sandy, who was perfectly proportioned and had red hair to her shoulders. She was always smiling and looked like sunshine. She had a beautiful smile, and always wore jean cutoffs and a white blouse tied at her waist. I could see through the blouse to her bra and to the little nipples that pushed against it. I had a huge crush on Sandy. Jane was more like Lorlei. She had just a tiny bit of baby fat but was still very attractive and her body was really taking on a life of its own. Her breasts were bigger than the other two and she didn’t wear a bra half the time. This was sometimes hard to notice because of how very firm her boobs were at the time. Her nipples were the culprits that gave her away. She wore tops that were thin. See-through tops were not common among year old girls in 1969 and Jane was a bit of a rebel. Her mom was what we now call a feminist.

This particular summer that I stayed with Lorlei was a huge summer for me because there were no other boys around most of the time. It was the age of ‘Aquarius’, of ‘Crimson and Clover’ and ‘Hair’. Dylan wanted us to ‘Lay Lady Lay’ and the Beatles wanted us to ‘Come Together’. Flower Power and orange jeans, paisley shirts and sandals ruled. Even at fourteen, I felt a part of something different and right and good. It was exciting and the sexual revolution was thriving. The braver, older girls went braless at rock concerts and ‘be-ins’ where garage bands played concerts in parks and the air smelled of pot and people gave speeches about stopping the war. I was still hanging just on the fringe of this scene and so was Lorlei and her friends. But I could tell that all of us were getting itchy and curious about a lot of stuff.

I had discovered masturbation a year earlier when after a shower, I had an erection and while drying off I found that when I drew the towel across the underside of my penis, I was treated to almost electric feelings throughout my genitals and surrounding area. At first, I was in shock and quickly stopped. When the intense feelings in my penis eased off and I was sure no harm had been done, I wondered if I could make these feelings happen again. I adjusted the towel so I could draw it back and forth lightly along the underside of my erection, near the top. Yup, the feelings came back and felt absolutely wonderful. I kept on moving the towel and the feelings became more and more intense until suddenly my penis started pulsing. I saw this thick white cream kind of pouring out of the end of my penisonto the towel and at the same time the intensity of my feelings began to wane. I felt relief, and also I was a bit frightened. What was this stuff? It wasn’t pee, and I didn’t know about cum or sperm or anything.

My fear didn’t stop me from doing this pretty much every day. After a short time, instead of just kind of spilling out, my white cream began to actually squirt out. I also learned through the young teen grapevine that what I was doing was masturbating, and that pretty much all boys did it. This warm thick creamy stuff that shot out of me was my sperm. I was a man now. I could make babies.

Though Lorlei and I got along really well, initially I sometimes felt like she was dragging me around with her. I was a little like a fly on the wall when she got together with Sandy and Jane. I would kind of wander away from them when they wanted to ‘girl’ talk. I could tell when to leave when they would become quiet and look at each other without saying anything. Though they weren’t rude or anything, I got the picture and I’d excuse myself and go ‘exploring’. This usually meant I’d wander off just far enough to where they were sure I couldn’t hear them. Of course this was all more unspoken courtesy than the truth, and though they weren’t aware of it, I really could hear them.

After a week or so of my always being there, they began to relax a bit and talk about boys to each other like girls talk when there are no boys around. But once in a while, they would talk about their changing bodies and wondered what boys changed like. There never seemed to be a time when one or the other didn’t have a thought to share or question to ask or comparison to make. I found this absolutely fascinating because I was a horny year old boy who really knew very little about girls’ bodies, so I was actually kind of learning about them as they were learning about each other. I was really quite average in height and weight. Not skinny to others my age, but certainly skinny to the older 16 year old boys. I was however, pretty well built, and uncommonly strong for a guy my age. I matured fairly quickly and puberty didn’t bother me that much. I would often fight to keep my hard little (so I thought) penis well out of view of the girls.

Oh yes, I had erections. Lots of them. I jacked off daily and, because of the way the girls would talk and giggle about their changing bodies and their own sexual feelings, all three of these little ripe peaches were the subjects of my masturbatory fantasies. I was very embarrassed and worried that my ‘boners’ would be noticed by the trio and that I would be ridiculed. As I mentioned before, at, I truly thought my 6” boner was on the smallish side and even though the girls were the same age as I was, in my mind they were miles ahead of me. They were almost relaxed about talking to each other about the most intimate things. It was great as I said, but at the same time it made me feel quite immature compared to them.

We always went down to a thinly wooded area on the banks of a local river. The ground was soft and dry, and the river was great to swim in. This was Lorlei’s hang-out when she had to get away from her mother.

“They hurt sometimes” Lorlei said. Her and the girls were sitting cross legged in a circle. All in cut-offs and halters. All with bare feet, legs crossed and leaning in towards each other. Like a little secret sect. I was of course there ... but not there. I was sitting with my back against a tree about ten feet away staying quiet and just listening. “Kinda ache I guess, especially if I’m necking with a guy”.

“Mine too” whispered Sandy. “I like it in a way though because it feels kind of sexy.”

“Mine used to actually hurt a lot, but not so much anymore” stated Jane who proudly stuck out her slightly larger chest at the other two. “I wonder if guys ‘things’ ache like that when they get hard?”

Sandy giggled “The way they push their things up against you, you’d think they were trying to rub it right off! God I’d like to see one!”

Jane leaned in and whispered “ I hear they get soft almost right after they shoot off their sperm. I’ve never even seen one hard, never mind when it squirts.”

“Boys are always hard when they’re with girls. It’s just that way.”Lorlei looked down at her breasts and then at Sandy’s chest and asked Sandy “Do your nipples hurt?”

Her cheeks coloring a bit, Sandy kind of mumbled “They don’t hurt all the time. Sometimes my nipples get sore from rubbing on my shirt. They get pointy when I’m with a boy and that makes it worse. They rub on my top when I move and they get really sore. Other times my whole boob gets achy and I have to rub them for awhile till the ache goes away”

“That’s exactly how I felt” Jane said earnestly. “It goes away ... the ache part ... at least most of the time”

“What do you mean most of the time?” Lorlei asked. Both her and Sandy looked questioningly at Jane, who actually turned beet red and covered her face with her hands.

“Never mind” whispered Jane through her hands, and I saw her nod slightly in my direction.

Lorlei swished her hands in my direction like she was swatting a fly, “Oh it’s just Michael. He can’t even hear us from there”. To demonstrate, she called out to me loudly enough that if I could hear, they would know to shut-up. “Hey Michael, come here for a minute.”

I just sat there staring down, causally making trails with a twig in the soft dry ground.

“See” said Lorlei, “He can’t hear a thing. Now what did you mean?

“What did you do?”asked Sandy. “We won’t tell anyone”

“Ok, ok”, conceded Jane. “ I went to the drive-in with my brother, his girlfriend, and three other guy friends of his. He didn’t really want to take me because it was ‘R’ rated, but his girlfriend made him because she didn’t want to be the only girl. The car was too small for all of us to sit so I had to sit on this guys lap.”

Lorlei and Sandy were peaked by Jane’s story, stealing glances at each other but not saying a word.

“When some girls in the movie went skinny-dipping it showed their boobs a lot and they were actually great boobs. I started to feel kind of weird I guess because here I was sitting on this strange guys lap at a movie with naked girls in it. All of a sudden I felt a kind of lump running along my butt. This guy was getting a boner and it was sooo big! I guess the girls in the movie were making him feel horny. Any way, he started making small moves underneath me to get more comfortable. He tried to hide it, but his breathing got deep and kind of ragged like. The problem was that when I felt his thing rubbing around on my bum, I started to get kind of hot. The next thing I knew, my boobs started to ache, and my nipples stood out like pencil erasers! It was dark in the car, so I was able to hide them fairly well, but god!” she breathed out in a ‘whew’ sound and stared at the other two. “ Then” she said as her jaw dropped open, “ I felt his thing kind of pulse a few times. Real quick at first and then slow a few times. Then ... he stopped breathing so heavy and I could feel his thing get softer. God you guys, I was sooo hot. I felt really wet down there and really embarrassed because I think I kinda might have had a bit of a smell down there ... ya know ... from my vagina. I’m sure he squirted! God I hate that I get a smell down there when I get horny. It’s sooo embarrassing!”

“My god!” said Lorlei. “My boobs are aching just from hearing you. I can’t imagine what they’d feel like if I felt a guy get hard against my bum ... and then squirt!”

Sandy was the blusher of our group and had turned her usual bright shade of red. With a concerned look and whisper “I am so wet and gosh ... I think I smell down there. I’m sooo horny!

Lorlei and Jane giggled and Lorlei teased “Maybe I should call Mike over to sit beside you. See if he notices!”

“Don’t you dare!

“I’m always horny” said Lorlei. “I can’t smell anything, and getting wet is just our way of getting hard. It’s supposed to happen when we feel sexy or horny. I’m wet too. Makes it easier for a guy to get his thing in you.”

Jane must have liked the idea that Sandy was horny. She leaned in closer to her. “Sandy” she whispered, “What do you do when you get wet down there? I mean, do you want to feel yourself or anything?”

Lorlei’s jaw dropped but she kept quiet. I just sat there with a raging boner. Sandy kind of knitted her brows up and said “I do. I sometimes just use a couple of fingers and run them along my vagina. It feels really good, especially near the top. The more I rub, the better it feels and I get soooo wet. Then I have an orgasm and I calm down.”

Lorlei had heard enough. She whispered loudly “You have orgasms? I want orgasms! How do you have orgasms? Show me how!”

“Not here!”exclaimed Sandy “ Jane ... do you have orgasms?”

“I think so” whispered Jane, “ I’m not sure. I get so I breathe really hard and this little bump at the top of my vagina gets bigger and then I kind of freeze and it gets too sensitive to touch anymore and I feel like heaven is coming for a minute or two and then I kind of gush juice or something.”

“Yeah, that’s it exactly” said Sandy. “By the way, that little bump is your clitoris. It’s kind of like a girl’s penis, but way more sensitive. I read about it in a medical book my mom has.”

There was a period of silence as the girls (and I) absorbed this new information.

“Awww ... not fair” pouted Lorlei, “you guys are just mean.”

“Ok, ok “said Sandy. “ Maybe we could get together and do a bit of stuff. You know ... to learn a bit more and show Lorlei how to have an orgasm. Let’s meet up in Lorelei’s garage attic tomorrow morning.”

Jane, who was usually the one that tried to act 17 instead of said “Why not ... I mean we’ve already seen each other naked a million times and we’re all mature. It’s only our human feelings and stuff.”

Well ... for this boy, this was just about the best scenario in the world. I knew exactly where to hide up there and could easily fake needing to be on my own for awhile so they would think I was far far away.

The next day, I was hiding in the attic behind some old boxes when the girls arrived. They sat in a circle on a bed of sleeping bags and blankets. All three of them were wearing halters and shorts.

“Ok “ said Lorlei “Is everyone still game to try some stuff?” The other two nodded and Lorlei went on. “Well, should we start by maybe just really having a good look at each other? You know, without our clothes on.”

Jane kind of looked around quickly and said “Where’s Michael”.

Sandy kind of sucked in her breath a bit. “Ya, I forgot all about him”

“Don’t worry, he went downtown and won’t be back for at least 3 hours” said Lorlei. “Ok, let’s get going.” She untied her halter and shrugged it off. The other girls followed her lead, and shortly all three were sitting there with their young growing breasts exposed. Each pair of nipples stood out from excitement. Sandy held her arms up over her head proudly showing off her new assets so the others could have a good long look. They were beautiful. Still on the smaller side, but most definitely breasts, with small light colored nipples that were profoundly erect. Jane and Lorlei glanced briefly at Sandy and quickly removed their shirts. Lorlei had larger breasts than Sandy and they looked almost tight to the bursting point. Her nipples were large and darker, and also very erect. Jane’s were more like a sixteen year old girls. Very much formed with a slight heft to them. Looking back, I would say she was almost a ‘C’ cup. Her nipples were out like pencil erasers. Both Sandy and Lorlei stared at Jane’s nipples and Lorlei giggled and said “Wow Jane, there’s no hiding those pointers is there?”

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