Chapter 4

After a short recovery from her very first penetration, and with their inner fires pretty well flamed out for now, Carrie and her cousin Dora got dressed and left Michael's house shortly after Carrie's initial experience in the old fashioned art of wick-dipping. She and Dora decided to spend the rest of their day at the Mall, where they had told their mother they were going in the first place. They had lunch on the food court at Taco Bell. Carrie had a Mexican Pizza and a Taco Supreme, and Dora had a Burrito and Nachos Bel Grande. After lunch they spent several hours window shopping. Neither mentioned their morning's experiences, but safely tucked their memories away in one corner of their minds for later discussion. They arrived home around four o'clock to find Carrie's mother has already gotten home. The girls enthusiastically described all they had seen at the Mall while Midge Wilkerson fixed dinner, and when it was ready they all eagerly tied into it.

The girls watched television after dinner, and went upstairs for showers around nine. There was still no mention of Michael, and for that matter there was almost no conversation at all during the shower, although each girl soaped up the other just as they had done on Friday. It was only after they had both slipped into bed with the lights out that the first mention of Michael happened. Carrie was the one to bring it up.

"Well, what did you think of Michael?" she asked softly.

"My god," Dora said, "he's Extensive. Super. Too much."

"I take it that means you're not the least bit cool towards him."

"You kidding? Girl, he can clean my clock any time of the day or night. You are so lucky, having him living right next door to you. Of course, it wasn't just luck that made all of this happen. You took the bull by the horns and ran with him. What I mean is if you hadn't gone to Michael with those weird questions, then none if this would have prob'ly happened. So a lot of the credit is on your shoulders."

"What did you think of Michael, the person?"

"My god, what can I say? He is dreamy, completely sexy, and almost too good to be true. I have to tell you that when you first told me about him, I couldn't believe it was the way you were describing it. I thought he must be playing some kind of game with you. After all, he's sixteen and you're twelve. And never the twain shall meet, as the saying goes. But your two twains sure did meet. And he seems as genuine as anyone I've ever known. And a lot more genuine than most. I am positively green with envy."

"Did he make your titties feel good when he played with them?"

"You kidding? They never came so alive before today, I swear to you. And the same with my little coozie. I never knew how good feelings could be until he wrapped that sweet mouth of his around me, and practically tongued me to pieces. But you sure embarrassed the heck out of me, making me take off my blouse in front of him like that, and then going ahead and stripping me the rest of the way. But you know, I looked at that bulge in his jeans that kept getting bigger and bigger as you were undressing me, and suddenly I realized that it was my naked body that was making his dick get big like that. My body was doing it and no one else's. That sure gives you a powerful feeling, knowing that."

"Yeah, it does, don't it."

"But the weirdest turn on of all was when I came to after he had licked and sucked me over the edge, and I realized that you two were actually gonna do it. That he already had his thing part way inside you, and was about put it in the rest of the way. That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. How'd it feel? I mean when he first shoved it in. Did it give you much pain?"

"It was uncanny. It was right on the edge to hurting like hell. But hovering in the background were these good feelings that I was sure were going to rise up and obliterate the bad. And so I didn't really want him to pull it out, not for a minute, even though the little sissy inside me sure was tempted. But I knew I had to go through with it. And I'm glad I did go ahead and let him do it. Once it stopped hurting it was sensational. The best I've ever felt, bar none. We really need to get Michael to do you, like he done me."

"I don't know. That's a pretty personal thing to have happen to you. You can never get it back, once you've lost it."

"Yeah, but who do you want to do you for the first time? Some dumb kid who's going to shoot his load the minute he sticks it inside you whether you're ready or not? Or some older guy, who just wants another little girl conquest to fuel his ego. Michael really cares about us, both of us. If he didn't he never could have done you like he did, or me either for that matter. And you heard him, he didn't want to do it to me 'cause he was scared of hurtin' me. How did he put it? He didn't want to feel good by hurting me. How many guys do you know would give a tinker's damn about hurting us as long as he's getting to put his wiener in our nice warm nest."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But you shouldn't tell him to, and all. I mean, if he wants to do it himself, that'd be real neat. But he's got to think of it himself, and want to do it himself, or it wouldn't be any good."

And so their chatter went on long into the night, until finally as sleepy bodies clung together sleepy minds shut down. The next morning Midge hauled the girls to church services, and they had a brunch at Denny's afterwards. But with her mother home all day Carrie didn't feel comfortable going to Michael's for fun and games, but she did manage to phone him and in a low voice explain the situation, and as Michael philosophically stated, "there's always tomorrow."

The girls went back to the Mall, this time to see a movie, "The Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Ring." Carrie loved the movie, Dora kind of liked it, but there was a little too much violence in it for her taste.

Monday was a workday for Midge Wilkerson. Being off for spring vacation the girls slept until nine, afterwhich they got up and showered, and for breakfast Carrie made blueberry pancakes with bacon. At around ten thirty they decided to go and see if Michael was on his front porch. He was. Dora felt a certain amount of trepidation as they spotted Michael sitting on the swing reading a book. They called out to him, and he got to his feet and waved them on up.

"Hi, Carrie. Hi, Dora. Want a coke?" His usual greeting.

Both girls said "sure" in practically the same breath, and they climbed the front porch steps and walked through Michael's open front door. As usual the girls went into the living room while Michael ducked into the kitchen to get the cokes. When he brought them Carrie began appologizing for not seeing him yesterday. "Sorry about yesterday. Mom made us go to church all morning," she explained, "and then she was home all afternoon, which made us scared to come over here with her so close. So we went to the Mall and saw "Lord of the Rings, the Fellowship of the Rings."

"Oh," said Michael, "what did you think of it?"

"I loved it," said Carrie, "but I think there was a little too much violence in it for Dora."

"That's true," said Dora. "But I just loved the Hobbits and their little village. And the scenery was out of this world."

The conversation went on like this for a time as they tried talking all around what was really on their minds. Finally Carrie could resist it no longer. "Michael. That was the most beautiful feeling you gave me Saturday, when you put your peter in me. And I know that Dora would love it every bit as much as I did, and maybe even more so, 'cause she's two years older than me. But she didn't want me to put you up to anything. She's afraid you would just do it as a favor to me, and not because you really wanted to."

Michael looked from one girl to the other. Dora was coloring because Carrie had brought the matter up, and she hadn't wanted her to. On the other hand she truly loved and admired her younger cousin. And what was done was done. She looked at Michael questioning.

Then Michael began talking. "Want to? Would I want to? Absolutely, you bet your life I would. That's how us boys are built, I guess. Even when we're being sympathetic and concerned human beings, we still tend to follow our little peckerhead wherever it happens to lead us. We can't help it, I guess. Nature made us that way. Replenish the world, that seems to be our motto. Saturday was golden for me too, Carrie. I had never really done anything with a real, live flesh-and-blood girl before, never mind getting to put my pecker in up to my balls. Never, not in my wildest dreams. And like I said, I hated the idea of feeling good while hurting you. But when you wanted to and insisted on it, well my wildest dream finally came true. And that was prob'ly the closest I'm gonna get to heaven any time soon." He paused and looked over to the girls, from one to the other. "But if Dora wants to experience how it feels, and you Carrie, promise not get hurt feelings from me doing it with her, then there's nothing I'd like better to do. Really."