Chapter 3: The Big Idea

"So now you know. I'm a slut 'cause of my home life. Around my house sex is as casual as eating or sleeping. At any moment mom'll stop what she's doing and go down on my dad, for no other reason than a sudden urge to taste his dick."

"Doesn't that weird you out a bit?"

"Why would it? It's all I've ever known. The first few times I went to visit other kids' houses and found out their families weren't as open and free with sex, that's what weirded me out."

"Musta been crazy."

"Uptight people bug me. I wish they'd all just get with the program: Sex is normal, healthy, and fun."

"So your parents know you're, uh, sexually active, and they encourage it?"

"They encouraged it before I was sexually active. I started fuckin' and sucking just so I would have something to talk about with mom when she asked me about it three or four times a week.'"

"She must have been excited when you finally had a story to tell."

"She was mad at me for doing it right in school, but yeah, she said she was proud of me and wanted to hear all the details."

"I heard about that ... incident."

"Who hasn't? It was all over the school. I know I got a reputation. I don't mind so much. But I'd rather have a reputation as a hot fuck than an uptight little cock teaser That's just wrong."

She stopped to go down on me for a minute or so again, and I just watched her, thinking about how wonderful she was.

"So is it true you gave your first blow job when you were twelve?"

She giggled, with my cock still in her mouth and popped right off me."

"Yup. I gave head to this guy named Brian Scotsland ... son, or something. Skipperson? Skamperstack? Whatever. Anyway, he was fourteen, almost fifteen, and I was so proud of myself that I'd done an 'older' guy."

"Did he know he was your first time?"

"He never asked. He came over to pick up his little sister, who was swimming at my house. Kimmie was passed out in the deck chair, sleeping like a rock. So me and him started fooling around on the couch, and next thing you know, I'm sucking him off like it was my last day alive or something."

She showed me how she did it too, bobbing wildly, yet with a hint of naivety that made it even sexier.

"Whoa. Lucky guy."

"Anyway, he came in like under two minutes. He groaned like he was dying, his dick throbbed hard all of a sudden. Then fwoosh! That was it. I knew exactly what was happening, but actually experiencing it was something else. I let him finish, just reveling the moment, and then I pulled off him and swallowed. He stopped me before I could get my mouth around him again and suddenly got all weird on me. I think he realized he'd messed around with a twelve-year-old girl and got all scared, like he'd get in trouble or something. Anyway, he woke up Kimmie and they left in a big hurry. I was like, what the hell was that about? But it was my first blow job, and I was so excited."

"I can only imagine."

"Anyway, once I started coming home with stories of my sexual exploits, mom stocked my bedroom with sex books, toys, and videos, encouraging me to read, learn, experiment, and practice, practice, practice."

"She hopes you'll become a porn star one day?"

"I doubt it. I think she just wants to make sure I have an awesome sex life, and grow up as healthy and excited about it as her and dad are. So I read all the books, tried all the moves with guys, and even came up with a couple new ones."

She giggled again. And then, seeing my erection drooping a bit, she sucked it to full hardness again, and stroked it with her hand.

"So now you know all my secrets. Why I'm a little slut and proud of it. Hopefully you don't think any less of me now."

It honestly disturbed be to think that such a beautiful girl would have anything to be self-conscious about, but it's a weird world we live in, a world where people would shun and ridicule a nine-year-old girl just for knowing what a blow job is. My heart went all mushy and my head went dizzy. I started spouting off all kinds of silliness that I perhaps shouldn't have, but there it was.

"Charlotte, you're still the same girl I was trying my best not to fall in love with ten minutes ago. Just because I know more about why you're that amazingly mysterious and sexy girl, doesn't mean my feelings will change. If anything I have more respect for you now, trying to understand how you can be so fucking cool."

"If I'm cool, I learned it from my mom and dad. They're honest and up front with people. They have no reason to bullshit anyone. They don't hide anything from people who really matter. The only reason I haven't told anyone about this so far is because they asked me not to, for my sake."

"That makes sense."

"They tried to enroll me in a private school when I was twelve, but when it came time to fill out their occupation, they wrote that they were involved in the adult entertainment industry and the application was rejected. So when I enrolled in our school they told me to keep it a secret just so the staff and students wouldn't treat me any differently."

"Well I'm not gonna say anything to anybody."

"I know you won't. Somehow I just know. You're awesome."

"So have you ever watched your parents making one of these movies?"

"Oh, yeah! All the time. The studio's right in our basement. Lights, camera, action. It's all there. The only problem is, hearing them all fucking down there all hours of the night, when they're behind in the production schedule. It drives me nuts. I get horny as a bitch and can't sleep."

And she once again went back to sucking my cock for a moment, as though driven back into rampant lust by the very thought of these hot porn stars. And yet her eyes were on me the whole time, so maybe it was me that was making her hot. I wasn't sure. So I asked her about it.

"You really like these porno studs, don't you?"

"I don't know. It's more of a schoolgirl infatuation, you know? Some girls like boy-bands, but me, I sit around day-dreaming about porn stars. Go figger." Then she gave her head a shake and looked into my eyes again. She'd been staring off into space for a moment. "But enough about me. Let's fuck about you."

"Did you say talk, or fuck?" I asked.

"Which would you rather do, sweetie?"

I nodded down at my cock, smiling shyly.

"I thought so. Enough out of me. I want something out of you."

Then she was licking me all over again, kissing and tonguing my privates like they were the most precious thing on earth. She moaned happily, like a little girl eating ice cream, and shivered with delight every once in a while. I held her head, adoring the feeling of her long blond hair sliding against my thighs as she moved. I watched her eyes shine with a confident twinkle whenever they flicked up to stare into mine. I felt the vibrations of each little moan she made, and I shivered at the sweet tickle of her tongue when it whipped back and forth across the underside. I sat there wondering if this was really real, and what I had done to deserve so much pleasure in one intense little moment. Even her perfume was intoxicating.

"I guess there's not even a point in me telling you how fucking amazingly good you're making me feel right now."

She paused to respond.

"If ye'r lovin' it, say so all you want. It's music to my ears."

Then of course, she returned to sucking. My head was going gooey with all sorts of weird emotions and I was becoming a little frightened at the intensity of it.

"Aw, damn, Charlotte. You're making me dizzy here. How'd you get so ... uh!"

"From experience," she said. "I've been with exactly twenty-two different guys in some way or another (twenty-three counting you), and each time I find myself getting better and better, more intense, more deadly. Nothing beats an enthusiastic and energetic partner for real sex education."

She continued. My brain went immediately gooey once again and I threw my head back in ecstasy. She was deliberately exaggerating every motion she made though, just to prove the point. And it was working. Her tongue swirled and her mouth bobbed. I would have come right then, if she hadn't stopped with a wet smack of her lips to talk some more.

"Your cock is just absolutely to die for. The skin is as soft as a baby's on the outside, but inside it's as hard as oak. That's damn fine. It feels so good in my mouth I just wanna do nothing but suck on it all damn day. I fucking love this cock!"

"Well, it's fairly obvious you like- Ahhh! Son-of-a-bitch!"

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