Chapter 4: Sex and the YMCA

Tammy led me through the darkened hallways to her room, and once the door was shut she started kissing me again. My top was still open, and she lavished attention on my breasts and nipples. I was breathing pretty quickly and almost ready to come when she pushed me away.

"Gotta pee!" she whispered.

She ran to the bathroom and I looked around her bedroom. She had a nightlight on in the far corner, and one dim bulb over her vanity was lit, giving the room a feel of intimacy. The bed was unmade, so I straightened the covers and sat down on the edge to wait.

I was about to make love for the second time in a forbidden, socially unacceptable way, and it gave me goose bumps. Tammy's conversations with me about sex surfaced in my mind, and I had sudden doubts about pleasing her. She wasn't that much older than me, but she was much more experienced. She brought me out of my reverie by softly touching my face with the back of her hand; she'd walked up to me unnoticed.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I replied.

Tammy took off her nightgown — pale green bikini panties remained on her body — pulled me up, sat down on the bed and drew me into her arms. Her hands immediately went to my boobs, caressing and squeezing them, and her kisses on my belly made me giggle. My nipples tightened and began to ache a little, and Tammy's head rose to look at me.

"You sure you want to do this?" she asked quietly.

I nodded and murmured, "Uh huh."

Tammy kissed my stomach and said, "Mom's room is at the other end of the house, but we've got to keep it quiet."

I nodded, and Tammy untied the drawstring of my pajama bottoms. I stepped out of them and Tammy's hands became a blur, touching me everywhere. My butt cheeks were squeezed and stroked, my belly was kissed, and I felt her tongue probing the top of my slit.

We stopped for a few seconds while Tammy pulled off her panties and removed my top, then began again on top of the bed. Tammy seemed determined to put her mouth between my legs, but I didn't know what to do.

Tammy grasped my arms, urged me to the middle of the bed and said, "Here. Like this. Sit on my face."

I spread my knees and she wriggled under me, cupping my ass in her hands. Her tongue darted in and out of my entrance, parting my lips and tasting me; my clit started to grow along with my arousal. Her fingers roamed from my breasts to my thighs, stroking and caressing me; from time to time she used them to pull my lips open and suck my clit.

I felt a rhythmic vibration on the bed and turned to see what it was. Tammy was jilling herself as she used her tongue on me, achieving release in her own way. I remember thinking, 'why doesn't she let me do that?'

My orgasm started right about then, and I couldn't think of anything but the surge of pleasure for a few moments. I was on my knees, but as soon as it started I fell forward, arching my pelvis in the direction of her mouth to get maximum contact. It felt like she had her lips around my clit, sucking gently and flicking her tongue against it. My hips were moving urgently, fucking her face.

I had six or seven very large cramps in my belly, centered low in my guts, and closed my eyes. My initial thought was 'wow!'

The next thing I became aware of was Tammy's hand under me, cupping one of my boobs; the other was tracing patterns on my back from my shoulders to the small of my back and beyond. There was a pillow under my stomach and my bottom was raised a little bit. Tammy was kissing and sucking the skin on my left side, very near my breast.

With firm pressure, I felt one fingertip trace its way from the back of my neck to the crack of my ass and then continue on, parting my cheeks and passing over my asshole, coming to rest an inch or so inside my wet puss. It would then wiggle or pull, teasing me.

'The Finger' made the journey several more times, and each time it stroked my anus I shivered.

Tammy moved closer to my ear and said, "You like that, don't you?"

I mumbled, "Yes," and she used some of my wetness to lubricate the area. She never went inside, but she played around the edges, varying the pressure and number of fingers she used. I lost all of my timidity and put my face on the sheet, then reached back and spread my butt wide open with both hands.

I heard Tammy chuckle and her fingers went to work, plunging deep inside my pussy on a hunt for my G-spot. The hand that had been under me began to stroke my asshole; at times one finger entered me to the first knuckle or so. I'm guessing, because I couldn't see, but that's what it felt like.

My second orgasm of the night arrived quickly; I screamed into the sheets and frantically fucked the pillow under me. Right at the end I lost my grip and fell forward, with Tammy's fingers buried in my pussy. Sometime during the aftermath I felt a warm cloth and soothing words. I couldn't move.

I woke up in the dark, momentarily unaware of where I was. The night came back to me slowly as the memories flooded my mind. My butt hole was a little tender, but it was nothing a warm bath wouldn't cure; my puss was damp and sticky, with a little ache deep inside. Tammy was behind me, holding me closely in her arms. I wiggled a little to get comfortable and fell back to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to the scent of coffee and Tammy gently shaking my shoulder.

"C'mon, sleepyhead, we've got to get going."

I sat up, stretched and yawned, then hurried to the bathroom to pee. Tammy was in the shower, and I sat on the pot to wait my turn. A short time later Tammy stepped out of the enclosure and nodded for me to get in. I gratefully walked under the warm spray.

Washing all my tender spots brought back feelings from the night before, and I gave myself a short quickie before I shut off the water and opened the door.

Breakfast was noisy and happy, with six girls chatting and interrupting each other throughout the meal. We were all going to ride in Brenda's van again, but this time Tammy was going to drive. By 11:45 am, we were parked at the Y and ready to go inside.

The dressing rooms and lockers are in the basement, and as I got suited up I was introduced to several more members of the club.

Christine was there with Stacy, and Leshi came with her housemate, Carrie Fulton. Patricia, a very short bubbly little blonde, was with Sue Ann, a slim girl with long brown hair; both were juniors at Century High. There were two boys, Russell Reidlinger and Evan Cutler, both juniors at BHS, and the last two girls were Gabrielle and Ashley, a pair of seniors from Tuttle, ND.

We took turns diving from the low board and swimming laps, then we all got together in the hot tub at the edge of the small pool. Snacks had been provided by the Y for a small fee. By 3:30 pm, most of us had tired ourselves out and were in the dressing rooms.

As I dressed, I realized I might have to alter my concepts a little. Evan was tall and husky with dark hair, very handsome and masculine, but Russell was his equal in every way. Both had worn very brief suits in the pool, which had left nothing to the imagination. Yeah, I wasn't interested, but I still looked. Chalk it up to curiosity.