Chapter 3

Michael lay still for several minutes recovering from the tremendous orgasm Carrie had brought on with her mouth. Carrie, her mind spinning wildly, was trying to review everything that had happened between them for these past three days. And her mind kept spitting out loads of questions. Endless questions. Like, was this what boys did with their girlfriends? If so, did this mean that the two of them were boy friend and girl friend? He was a little old for her, she mused. If it did indeed mean they were boy friend and girl friend, they would most likely have to keep it a secret. Her mom, for one, would never allow her to have a boyfriend at her age. Especially one who was four years older than her. Also his friends would probably make fun of him for going with a girl so much younger than he, one who was still in middle school while he was in high school, one who didn't even wear a bra yet.

Michael broke her train of thought by letting out an audible sigh, and then he began to stir. His eyelids fluttered a time or two before he opened his dazed eyes. A look of recognition swept over his face, as he slowly began to remember all that had happened, and he smiled. "My god, that was incredible. You sure you've never done this before?"

She shook her head. "Sure as shootin'. Just like you'd never before done what you did for me. I didn't mean to scrape you with my teeth, though. I hope I didn't hurt my little friend," and she bent her head and examined Michael's little man up close. There was a slight scratch apparent on the head, undoubtedly a tooth scrape courtesy Carrie. "There is a mark," Carrie said, in a concerned tone. "I must've made that. Can you ever forgive me?"

"You kidding! 'Course I forgive you. You just got through giving me the greatest cum of my entire life. How could I not forgive you? Besides, when we get carried away doing each other these things happen. A bite, a scratch, par for the course."

"Michael," Carrie began, changing the tone of her voice. "This, what we've been doing with each other. What does this mean?"

"You know," Michael began, "I've been giving this whole business a lot of thought lately. I've never been able to be comfortable with or relate to a girl before. I've been thought of as kind of a nerd type among most of the kids at school 'cause I don't go out with the girls in my class. And I've never had any real friends among the kids at school. In fact, for years now I've never had any real close friends, period, until you came along. Now I'm a little confused. I'm not used to being close to anyone, and especially a girl. But, as McDonald's says in their commercials, 'I'm lovin' it.' I guess what it all means is that, in a way, we are boy friend and girl friend. I mean, we're doing the things with each other that boy friends and girl friends do, so that has to be what we are. Although, I've never had a girl friend before, and don't know what having one feels like. However, if having a girl friend feels like I've been feeling with you, then it's great."

"That's just what I was thinking too," she said. "Of course, it's got to be our secret. My mom would never allow me to have a boy friend at my age. I'm not even sure she's gonna allow it when I'm sixteen."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Too bad, though. I feel like shouting it from the rooftops."

"Me too. Michael, what are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing much, why?"

"My cousin Dora Kelly, you know, I was telling you about her. She's the one who told me what to do with my itching titties. Anyway, she's gonna be in town, staying with me for the next week. I would love to bring her over to meet you. I'm sure you'll like her too. I guess it's not very practical though, what with your parents being here and all."

"That's no problem. My parents have a fishing camp they go to most every weekend. They don't do that much fishing, they like the beer and their friends. It bores me to tears, though, seems like all their friends do is get drunk and get all sentimental and blubbery. So I mostly stay here."

"Oh, great. Could I bring her over then?"

"Sure. Any time Saturday or Sunday. My folks leave Friday night, and get back Sunday night, usually around seven or eight."

"Great, I'll tell Dora. I've told her about you on the phone. She's dying to meet you."

"Terrific. From what you've told me about her I'm sure I'll be anxious to meet her too."

"I won't be able to come over tomorrow afternoon. My mom's coming home early and we're driving to the airport to meet Dora. But we'll see you Saturday. And thanks, you know, for everything." She moved her head over and gave Michael a kiss.

"Listen, thank you," said Michael, returning her kiss with one of his own. "You opened the door for me to a whole new world."

The next afternoon Midge Wilkerson got home a little after three, and she and Carrie drove to the airport to await the arrival of Midge's older brother's little girl, Dora, who would be spending the week of spring vacation with them while her father and his wife take a second honeymoon. They waited for her down by the baggage carousels. As a plane would arrive a bustle of passengers would take the escalator down to the baggage area. Carrie was eyeing each group carefully so as not to miss Dora. Finally Dora's plane arrived and its passengers debarked, and Carrie squealed with glee as she spotted Dora coming down the escalator. She let out a yell and rushed to the escalator, and they hugged as Dora stepped onto the floor. They held hands as they rushed to where Midge was waiting, and Dora hugged Midge, and then she pulled out her ticket, which had the baggage stub stapled on it. Then the watch began. Bag after bag appeared and went round and round. No bag for Dora however, until finally Dora spotted it coming down the chute and spilling onto the carousel. She grabbed it as it approached them, and they left the baggage claim room for the parking lot.

Once home the girls made a beeline for Carrie's room, while Midge settled into the kitchen to start dinner. In her room, they talked in low tones. "Tell me all about this boy Michael. He's what? Sixteen? How'd you happen to get with him?"

"Well, it's a long story. I think I told you about that guy in the woods who when he went by me opened his raincoat and flashed me. He was hard, and his thing was bobbing along, and all of a sudden as he came up to me it jerked and shot out this white, gooey stuff. Well, that really puzzled me a lot, I had never heard of nothing like that before. And then a few weeks later in history class we were having a pop-quiz and to get comfortable I crossed my legs and the teacher kept me after class asking me about why I had crossed my legs in class and stuff. I didn't know what he was talking about of course and he finally let me go to my next class which was study hall, and I spent the entire period trying to think of somebody I could ask about these weird things. And then I thought about Michael Phillips, he's sixteen, and he lives next door. And he was sitting on his front porch swing when I got home from school that day, so I went up on his porch to ask him."

"But how did you know him well enough to ask him about stuff like that? I mean, those are both really weird things to talk to a boy about. Particularly if he's sixteen and you're twelve."

"Well, I guess I didn't really know him well enough. But we've known each other since, well, since I was four and he was eight. So even though we haven't had all that much in common lately, we've always been friendly and at ease with each other. So when I wanted to find out what those two things meant, he was the only person I could think of to ask. I couldn't ask mom, she won't tell me nothing about my body and stuff. She always says for me to ask my health teacher. And pop is never home, he's always on the road. Michael was my only hope."

"Well, it sounds like it worked out pretty well."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. It's worked out amazingly."

"So when am I going to meet this wonder boy?"

"Tomorrow. His folks go to some fishing camp every weekend, and he'll be at home by himself. We'll tell mom we're going to the Mall, and go over there tomorrow morning."

"Sounds good to me. I can't wait. And I can't believe how you lucked out with him."

"Yeah, it was pretty lucky, wasn't it. So what's new in your life."

"Nothin' much. I was into this Mark boy for a time, but he's sweet on some other girl. So I'm in between right now."

"'Did you and Mark do stuff?"

"You mean like necking and feeling up and stuff? Not really. He was impossibly shy, and like I said he was mooning over this other girl, so I couldn't get the time of day from him. Come to think of it, I haven't gotten the time of day from any boy yet. But I haven't given up. Keep a stiff upper lip, I always say. God I feel grungy. Do you think I'd have time for a shower before dinner?"

"I'll go ask mom." Carrie went down the stairs and checked with her mom in the kitchen. Midge said dinner would be ready in about thirty minutes, and there should be plenty of time for Dora to take a shower. Carrie went back upstairs to tell Dora the good news. "Dinner's in thirty minutes," she said. "Plenty of time for a shower."

"Good. You come with me, and keep me up on everything that's happened with you and this Michael guy." And they rushed into the bathroom and began to shed their clothes. Carrie took a good, long look at Dora after she peeled off her traveling clothes. She had light brown hair hanging down to about the middle of her back and pulled up in a pony tail. Her eyes were brown, and she had thin but friendly lips. Her skin was fair, her boobies the size of tangerines, with fully developed nipples. 'A nice mouthful, ' thought Carrie, scoping them out. 'I'll bet Michael would love wrap his lips around those beauties.' Dora's bellybutton, an innie, nestled in the middle of her belly, and her pubic mound poked out below, a fine line of pubic hair marking it and directing the eye downward to the lips of her sex. Dora's pubic lips were surrounded by nice full thighs, and she topped off the picture with an enticing smile.

"Gee, you look great," said Carrie, just a bit enviously. "I hope I look as good when I'm fourteen."

Dora smiled at Carrie's complimentary words. "Don't worry, you'll probably look better, particularly after the start you've gotten with Michael."

"What do you mean?" Carrie said, as they climbed into the shower.

"Well, when you're intimate with a boy, when you're letting him see, like, all of your body and 'specially your coozie, it shows on your face. You see his face admiring you all over, and it makes you feel beautiful which in turn makes you look beautiful. I know. I can see it in you. You look a lot different than when I saw you six months ago."

While Dora was talking Carrie was adjusting the water temperature. Dora got under the shower and got wet. Carrie took hold of the bar of soap and worked up a lather with her bare hands and started in bathing Dora. Dora closed her eyes and relished the feeling of Carrie's soapy hands scrubbing her body. No conversation passed between them as Carrie's hands dutifully soaped every inch of Dora's teenage body. When she soaped up her boobies Dora let out a satisfied sigh, and when she worked her way down to her those lower lips Dora hides between her thighs, Carrie soaped and stroked and fondled them until Dora evoked a loud and very satisfied sigh. Dora in turn soaped up her hands to return Carrie the favor, and by the time they got out of the shower to dry each other off, both girls were relaxed and feeling very warm towards one another. Dinner was an Irish stew, and both girls were ravenous and ate accordingly. They watched television until nine thirty, after which Midge sent them to bed.

The girls were fired up as they undressed and got into their nighties. Dora's was a baby doll, see through nighty, while Carrie wore an oversized teeshirt and panties. They snuggled in the bed clinging to one another and giggling quietly. When the giggling slowed down Dora whispered, "now, you've got to really tell me everything."

Carrie paused, and thought about things. "You mean with Michael?"

"Of course, with Michael. Who did you think I meant, your mom?"

"Well, the first time, when I finally decided to ask him, like I said he was on his front porch when I got home from school, sitting on the swing and reading a book. I went up to him and said I wanted to ask him about stuff, and he said sure. It was hard, but I told him all about that man in the woods, with his raincoat which when he opened it, his thing was stiff and pointing up, and it had a red head, and it bobbed along when he walked, and just when he got up to me it jerked and this white stuff shot out. And Michael explained to me, that he had heard about a few men who seem to get off showing their thingies to girls, they're called flashers 'cause they just do it for an instant."

"You told him all that the first time?"

"Well, yes. I mean, I was a little embarrassed, but I managed to get it all out finally. And then I told him about sitting in Mr. Dowd's history class, and crossing my legs, and him keeping me after class trying to find out why I did that. Mom was always telling me not to cross my legs at home, but never told me why I shouldn't, so I asked Michael about that too."

"Did he explain it?"

"Not right then, but after we went inside it began to get clear."

"How did you happen to let him fondle your boobies?"

"Well, when he came back from the kitchen after putting away the empty coke bottles I happened to be playing with my boobies, they were itching, and I was doing them like you showed me last time we were together. And then I realized I was doing it in front of him and apologized 'cause mom had told me I shouldn't do it in front of people, but Michael said for me to go right ahead and not to mind him. And so I kept on doin' it 'cause it was really making them feel good, and he asked me where I learned to do them like that and I told him about you. Then he said he sure would like to see them, and without thinking I pulled my teeshirt off to let him look. In a minute he was over offering to take care of them for me, and I said to myself, okay, why not? I hadn't ever had anyone do them before, you only did your own when you was showing me how, and I guess I was curious to how it'd feel. And it started to feel really good when he started in, and I noticed this strange swelling in his pants. And after a minute he sat down beside me and said did I know what they were really for, and I said no, and the next thing I knew he had his mouth wrapped around one of them, and I was in heaven."