I stayed late at gymnastics cuz Coach Berkhart wanted to work on a few things. He said my flip was really coming along. Afterwards I didn’t change but just hurried out because Cousin Simon was giving me a ride home. It would be so nice if I could live on campus, but we save a lot of money with me staying with Aunt Fern. I sure hoped Simon was still waiting because otherwise it was a three-mile walk to Aunt Fern’s.

The parking lot was completely empty except for Simon’s car, and he was standing back behind the gym near the bike racks where there’s this stupid sculpture, which is nothing but two metal poles, one tall and one short, all rusted. Simon was leaning against the shorter pole. I told him I was sorry if I kept him waiting and he said that was okay. I told him what Berkhart said about my flips coming along and he said he’d like to see. I told him it would be kind of dangerous without a mat, and he said okay with kind of a shrug in his voice, and I really wanted to do a backflip for him. I told him I could do a handstand or something and he said sure. So I did a headstand first.

When I pushed up to a handstand, I could feel my shorts, which are barely more than panties, kind of slipping alongside my pussy. I was about to go down but I felt Simon’s hand on my leg steadying me and then I felt his fingers touching my pussy lips, so gentle, and then for the barest moment his finger was almost in me but just to tug my shorts so I was covered.

I stayed in the handstand as long as I could, with Simon’s hand there, on the outside but pressing lightly, so gentle, and my pussy started to open and I couldn’t stay up any longer. I practically collapsed. Simon said I was looking really good. I felt kind of proud and a little embarrassed because my nipples were all stiff and poking and I was really wet down there and I wondered if Simon’s finger was wet from me. I couldn’t look at Simon, so I found myself looking at the wall, and I noticed someone had drawn an outline of a penis, kind of crude but still obviously a penis. That made me even more embarrassed, and then I thought for just an instant that maybe Simon had done it, the drawing, but then I realized that it wasn’t fresh paint or chalk or whatever it was, it was kind of faded. But still I was blushing, sitting on the ground now looking up at Simon, and suddenly in my mind he was completely naked.

He had kind of bushy hair around his penis, which was nice looking, at least in my mind, like the painting I saw in the art book the other day, not crude at all like the drawing on the wall, and if I were an artist maybe could paint Simon like that, maybe without the crude penis drawing but maybe keeping those poles cuz they’d kind of be like penis symbols or something, which I bet the sculptor didn’t intend, or maybe he did. Or maybe the sculptor was a woman. I liked that idea.