10:18 P.M., Monday, June 15, 2015

Honolulu, HI

As they had Friday, the two children met in secret beneath a banyan tree. Stars were visible, and the first sliver of the waxing moon was occasionally obscured by clouds, but the air was warm and the two nine-year-olds were lightly dressed in dark colors, hoping to remain unnoticed. After a tight hug and a quick kiss on the lips the boy and girl made their way towards the center of the multiple trunks of the tree.

“I got your message,” Paula Akron said. “What did you find out?”

“I found out what ‘take your cherry’ means,” Paul Macon answered.

Paula bit her lower lip. The face and gesture she made communicated as well as words that he should tell her.

“Nobody has ever put his cock inside your pussy,” the little boy began, “and that means that you’re still a virgin.”

The little girl shrugged her shoulders. “Sort of a virgin.”

“No,” Paul insisted, “a real virgin. Nobody ever fucked you. And if nobody ever fucked you you’re a virgin. Sometimes people call a girl’s virginity her cherry. I don’t know why. Genkins stuck it in your mouth, and he ain’t gonna stick it in your pussy until you’re twelve. That’s what he means when he says he’s gonna take your cherry when you’re twelve.”

“How did you find this out?” Paula asked.

“An older kid told me,” the little boy said.

“You told him about me and Genkins?!”

“No no,” Paul assured her. “I pointed to a pretty girl and told him, the older kid I mean, I told him ‘I’d sure like to take her cherry.’ When he told me I didn’t even know what that meant I said it meant I wanted a blowjob. I knew that wasn’t what it means you see. So, he told me all about what it really means. I never told him about what that asshole did to you.”

“I never heard you call anybody an ... an asshole before,” the girl said.

“Nobody ever did this to my girlfriend before,” the boy replied. “I wish I could kill him.”

The other child wasn’t shocked. “I wish I could kill Madsen.”

“I wish they’d kill each other.”

Paula nodded. “That would be the best. Did Madsen hit you again?”

“No,” the boy told her, “but I know it’s gonna happen again. Did Genkins do anything?”

“French kissed me,” she told him. “It wasn’t so bad. I think it bothered him that I wasn’t grossed out by the whole tongue thing. I think he kind of knows I’ve done it before. I’m glad I did it with you first. That’s why it didn’t freak me out.”

“Don’t worry about that whole cherry thing,” Paul tried to cheer the other child. “It’s a long time ‘till you’re twelve. We’ll think of something.”

Paula sniffled a bit. “I wanted my first time to be with you.”

“It will be,” Paul assured her. “I’ll do it when you’re eleven.”

“Do it now.”

The boy froze for a moment.

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They had to be back to their beds in time to sleep and be fresh in the morning. Just before parting the little girl hugged her boyfriend once more.

“Thank you, Paul,” she whispered. “Now Genkins can’t ever get my cherry. I ain’t got one anymore.”

The child-couple would have been surprised to learn that they were not the first to use that banyan tree for erotic cover. Just three nights earlier Frida Dayton and Fred Conyers, who I would like to point out were fourteen years old at the time, had found themselves under the same tree.

10:18 P.M., Friday, June 12, 2015

Honolulu, HI

“Aren’t you scared that it’ll hurt?” Fred asked. “Do I even have enough cock to fuck with?”

The boy was sensitive about his endowment. Some other boys made fun of him in the locker room. One had even quipped that Fred looked he had some nine-year-old’s dingy attached to him.