Chapter 3

The tent flaps parted, and a woman came into the tent. It was too dark to see who it was. I assumed it was Sherry's mom. And here I am, butt naked, on my knees between Heather's legs with my cock nudging her hole. This was not a good position to be in. I had visions of being grounded for the rest of my life. Could I be sent to Reform School?

Heather tried to sit up and lift her leg up so she could cover herself, but she was stuck under the sleeping bag. Sherry had covered up, so only Heather and I remained exposed. But as the woman crawled through the tent door and sat up a bit, the light caught her face and I saw that it wasn't Sherry's mom. It was Mrs. Kenting, who lived across the street.

That wasn't necessarily a good thing. Her husband was our neighborhood soccer coach. We had formed a team about 3 years ago, and except for a few transfers in and out, the nucleus of the team had been the same. Two years ago we had won the district championship. Last year we had won the city championship. And Coach thought of all of us as his boys. He didn't take any crap, and he didn't hesitate to discipline, even for behavior unrelated to soccer.

Last year, a couple of the guys had egged a lady's house. When Coach found out who it was, he not only made them go clean up the mess, he made them sit on the sidelines for three games. So I didn't think that being found crouched between Heather's legs was going to end well for me.

"Uhm, nothing, Mrs. Kenting" I said. "We're just, uhm visiting." I sat back and tried to cover myself. I wasn't able to do a very good job.

Mrs. Kenting was glancing around the tent. Her eyes went from Heather's crotch to my dick, then over to Sherry's covered but obviously naked body. Then she looked around again. "It certainly doesn't look like nothing," She said. "Maybe you should wait outside for me. And take your clothes and get dressed."

The jig was up. "Yes ma'am," I said, and grabbing my sweat pants I made my way past her and stood outside the tent. My cock, already deflated from the interruptus, shrunk even more in the cool night air. Inside the tent, there was a low murmuring of voices. After 3 or 4 minutes, Mrs. Kenting backed out of the tent. Heather and Sherry both said "Thank you, Mrs. Kenting. Good night."

It may have been inappropriate, but I couldn't help but notice as she backed out of the tent door that Mrs. Kenting had a very nice ass. A very nice ass, indeed. She was dressed in a house coat and running shoes and her bare legs were visible as she stood. I averted my eyes so she wouldn't catch me looking.

"Hey, Mrs. Kenting, maybe I should just..." I started. She shushed me and pointed up to a bedroom window on the second floor of the house.

"Sherry's mom and dad are in that room" she whispered. "Be quiet and come with me." She put a hand on my shoulder and we headed for the gate at the back of the yard. She opened it very slowly so it didn't creak, and then closed it quietly behind her. She put her hand back on my arm and said "Come with me."

I was dead. I couldn't imagine what my mom was going to say when Mrs. Kenting told her she caught me about to bang one of the neighbor girls. Coach would drop me from the team. I might go to jail for molesting the girls. I thought I was going to throw up I was so nervous and scared.

Mrs. Kenting stopped us at the end of the alley and looked out into the street. There were no cars or people around, so she hurried us across the street and into her house. I had been there before for team meetings with Coach. She led us into the family room, and leaving me in the middle of the room she sat down on the couch.

"Do your parents know you're out here?" she asked.

"No, ma'am" I answered politely. "They went away for the weekend."

"And left you alone?"

"No, Ma'am. My mom's sister and her husband are staying at the house. But they got drunk and passed out about 9:30. I got bored and just decided to go for a walk."

Mrs. Kenting just looked at me for a few seconds. I fidgeted a bit, then she asked "And what were you doing in the tent?"

I knew it was obvious what we were doing. If I lied, I would just be postponing the inevitable. I took a deep breath, stood up straight and said "Well, I was hoping to have sex with Heather."

That didn't seem to surprise her. "And did you?"

I wasn't sure what the right answer was. I mean, I didn't have penis in vagina sex and that's what sex meant to me. So I said "No. We were interrupted."

She smiled for a second then looked serious again. "Well, what did you do?"

I sighed. There was no avoiding it. "Well, I got a hand job, and a what do you call it? Where she sucks on me, you know?"

"A blow job" Mrs. Kenting asked?

"Uhm, yeah. One of those."

"And were you just on the receiving end this evening?"

"Ahhh, no ma'am. I also, uhm, what do you call it, went down on Heather."

"Yes, you did indeed. I heard the results of your efforts." Her arms were crossed and one leg was crossed over the other. The leg was bouncing up and down, and it was a very nice leg to look at although I tried not to.

"You heard?" I was surprised at that. I wondered how long she had been listening.

"Yes, I heard. It sounded like she had quite an orgasm. I had been on the other side of the fence since just after you went over it." She stood up and went over to a bookcase. She opened a door, and took out a large, hard cover book. She went back to the couch and sat down. She crossed her legs again, then patted the seat beside her. "Come. Sit down here."

"Yes, ma'am" I said and went and sat down.

"And don't call me ma'am" she said. "It makes me sound so old. Please. My name is Peggy. You may call me that."

I didn't think my mom would like me calling my elders by their first name, but that's probably a lighter crime than getting caught banging your school mate. "Is Coach home?" I asked, wondering when I would be facing his wrath.

"No, he's away on a business trip for a couple of weeks. This time of year he travels quite a bit." She looked at me and smiled. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to squeal on you. I think we should get to know each other a bit better, don't you?"

Well, yeah, I guess that was OK. I had no idea what the heck she meant by that, but if she wanted to talk for a while, I was good with that.

"Have you had much experience with girls?" she asked.

"No, ma' ... I mean, Peggy. This was the first time I've ever done anything. Honest."

She smiled. "That's OK. I'm sorry I barged in on you when I did. Sex can be a wonderful thing, but there's much to learn about it. I want to show you some pictures, and you tell me what you think about them."

She opened the book, and there was a picture of a man and a woman standing naked. There was a black line across their eyes, but everything else was visible. They had their arms around each other, and the man had an erection. "Uhm, that's neat, I guess" I said.

"Tell me what you see. What does this picture say to you? What feelings does it evoke in you?" she prompted.

This was weird. "Well, the woman is very pretty. She has nice breasts with kind of big nipples. Her bush is really hairy. She's got big hips, but she's not fat. The guy has a hard on." I didn't know what else to say about the picture.

She turned the page. "What about this one?"

I didn't know if it was the same couple. Her face was blacked out and the man had his face buried in the woman's crotch. She was holding him by his head, and I had a flashback to how Heather had held me when I went down on her. My cock stirred a little bit. "Well, the guy is going down on her. It looks like she likes it because it looks like she's pulling him toward her."

"Mmmm, yes" Peggy said. "Oral sex can be wonderful. It's really all about one person concentrating completely on the enjoyment and arousal of the other. It's unfortunate that many men don't enjoy going down on a woman."

"Really?" I said. I couldn't understand why.

"Yes, really" Peggy said. "Did you enjoy going down on Heather?"

My cock was starting to come back to life just thinking about the experience. "Oh, Mrs. Kenting, it was fantastic. I would have done that all night." Then I thought perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut.

"Really," Peggy said. "That's interesting." She turned the page and put her hand on my thing. My cock took another lurch upward. "What about this picture?"

The woman was on her knees in front of the man, his cock about half way into her mouth. Her face wasn't blanked out. Her right hand was on his thigh and her left was gripping the base of his cock.

"Well, she kind of looks like she's enjoying doing that. She kind of has a look of pleasure on her face. I'm sure the guy is enjoying it" I said.

Peggy chuckled. "I'm sure he is. And I think you're right. She's enjoying it too." She turned another page. I was startled to see the next picture. In it, the woman was tied to the bed. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs had been pulled apart and back so that they were over her head and tied to the bed frame as well. Her pussy looked like it was wet, and there was something sticking out of her butt.

"Uhm, that's kind of weird" I said. "Is she OK?"

"Oh, yes, she's fine" Peggy explained. "You know, much of sex is about giving pleasure to your partner. And some people get pleasure in ways that might seem different or strange to others. It's not that it's wrong. It's just different. And if two people agree to try it, who are we to say it's wrong?"

I shrugged and looked back at the picture. "It doesn't look very comfortable. What's that thing in her a ... bottom?"

"It's a dildo" Peggy answered. "It's a piece of rubber or plastic that's shaped like a penis. And like real penises, they come in all shapes and sizes. And colors. There are a lot of nerve endings there, and some people find it pleasurable to have them stimulated."

The next picture showed a woman going down on another woman. The woman being eaten looked like she was enjoying it. "Wow. That's pretty hot" I said.

"You think so? What about this?" She turned to a picture that showed a man sucking another man's cock. I must have look a bit repulsed, as Peggy said "You don't like that? Why do you like the thought of two women, but not two men?"

"I dunno" I shrugged. "I guess maybe I can imagine myself in the place of one of the women, or maybe being with both of them. But I can't imagine myself taking the place of one of those guys."

She began turned a few more pages, and held the book opened to a large picture of a woman's pussy. The woman was holding her hair to the sides, and you could see every part of her beaver. Peggy started to talk.

"Besides pussy, cunt, twat, beaver, and all the other names people have for a woman's sex organs, people think the proper name is vagina. But that's not right. This is actually her vulva. Her vagina is actually inside her. It's like a tube of muscle, able to contract and expand. It's where a man's penis goes when they have sex. That type of sex is often referred to as vaginal sex. But what you see here is the vulva, and some other very important parts of a woman. You might wonder why I'm telling you this, but it's important to know what all these parts do if you are going to be a good lover. You can't drive a car if the only thing you know is where the gas pedal is, can you?"

I was riveted to the picture and her words. She pointed to the bush at the top of the woman's vulva.

"This is her mons, or her pubic mound. The hair here covers a fatty part of her body, and her pubic bone is beneath it. Her hair goes down the sides where you see these two sets of lips. These ones on the outside are called the labia majora. Since she's pulled her lips open, you can also see these smaller ones. They're called the labia minora. Just like a man's penis, the labia come in all shapes, sizes and colors. Some are invisible until the woman is aroused. Some are big and hang on the outside like a couple of flaps. Some are pink, some are brown. It doesn't matter what your skin color is. Every woman is different."