Chapter 3

The next few weeks were a breeze. There were no kids that needed to be entertained and once I was done with chores, I was off to town to spend time with my friends. The four of us guys did just about anything and everything four guys can do in the summer, which included a little fishing, working on one guy's car, and generally laying around, always thinking of girls. I started to tell them about my recent adventures with Karen but then stopped before I got into the sex part. Something told me that I should just not talk too much about that right now. I managed to have a few dates with girls in my class, but they were not willing to participate in any physical exploration of each others bodies.

My freedom came to an end on the Sunday of the fourth week. My dad told me that we had some special guests, the father is a diplomat of some kind, and they are from Israel. I had never met anyone from another country before, so I looked forward to being introduced. Sure enough, included among the family is a young girl, and I knew that my week was now scheduled.

Her name is Devorah. She is a tiny person, really, not even five feet tall, with very dark hair, and coal black eyes. Dad said she is fourteen, but I don't believe it. She looks like she might be all of ten or eleven. After introductions, Dad told them that I was available to keep an eye on Devorah if they chose to take part in some of the activities that were off the resort property. Her dad was very happy to hear that because they had looked forward to going horseback riding up the trails.

I was done with my chores by ten Monday morning and I went to find Devorah. I knew that her parents were already gone, and I didn't want her to feel abandoned in a strange place with no one to talk to. She was waiting for me outside their cabin, already dressed in her swimsuit.

"I guess we're going to spend some time at the pool, eh?"

"I'd like to, if that 's ok."

"That's fine. I never mind laying around in the sun."

As we got to the pool area, she threw off her wrap and I was able to see her body for the first time. No hips, and the strangest shaped breasts I have ever seen. They were very narrow, but stuck out farther than you would expect. They reminded me of those flat bottom ice cream cones, or maybe a small paper cup, possibly two inches across and two or even two and a half inches long. Really strange!

"How old are you, again?" I asked again, not believing she was fourteen.

"I'm fourteen, and why are you looking at me that way? Is something wrong with my suit?"

"No, you're fine. I was just having trouble trying to picture someone so petite as really being fourteen. I was sure that my dad had gotten it wrong."

"I know, I don't have much of a figure, but that's just me."

"You're fine, really. You are. Not everyone is the same size and shape."

"Every one in my family is smaller than average. How old are you?

"I'm seventeen."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Do you date girls?"

"Sure. Do you date guys?"

She ignored my question. "Do you get good grades in school?"

""They're ok, mostly B's, some A's."

"Tell me about the girls that you date?"

That's an odd question, I thought. Pretty forward too, for someone that I just met. "What do you want to know?"

"Are they pretty?"

"They won't win any contests, but they're not ugly. They are just cute."

"Have you had sex with them?"

"That's a pretty bold question to ask? Why should I tell you?"

"Because I want to know."

"Wait a minute. Just because you want to know something doesn't mean I have to tell you."

"Well, it does, if you don't want me to think of you as being rude."

"Are you always this nosy about what other people do?"

"Well, I like to know who I am talking to, more than just their names. I need to know something about them as well."

"Well, you never answered my question. Do you date guys?"

"That's because you answered one of mine with that question, and I don't respond to questions like that."

"You're pretty intense for such a young girl. Do you know that?"

"No. I don't think so. I just want to get to know you better. Are you going to answer my question?"

"Yes, I have had sex with some of the girls I have dated."

"All of them?"

"Some of them."

"How many?"

"Three."

"Was it good? Did you enjoy it? Did they?"

"Yes it was good, yes I enjoyed it, and they usually did. Now, can we change the subject?"

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you date guys?"

"I have not in this country, yet." With that, she dove into the pool again. So much for that conversation.

Later we were absorbing the sun's rays in some chaise lounges.

"What's it like to live out here in the rural area?"

"Just like any place else, I imagine."

"What do kids do for fun on a date?"

"Lots of things. Go to movies, swim, go hiking, go to dances. How is that different than where you live."

"I live in Chicago. A person could not live long enough to do all of the things that are available to do in that city."

I began to wonder if this girl was strange or if all girls from her country were so abrupt, nosy, and persistent in their conversations. And what kind of response is that one about Chicago? Sounds like something my grandfather might say.

We talked at some length about being the daughter of a diplomat, and I learned how restraining that can be on the activities of a teen. Most often she had a bodyguard with her. Not many guys her age were interested in going on a date when they had to have some strongman with them.

After lunch, she asked me to take her to town, just to show her around and allow her to see that places that were a part of my life. We stopped at my friend Ben's house and watched him work on his truck. After a while, she wanted to go back to the resort, so we headed towards home.

"Ben is a nice guy," she began. "Ben is a Hebrew name. It is short for Benjamin. It means "Son of my right hand."

"Yeah, I like him."

"It's too bad he is not circumcised."

"Pardon me?"

"You know what that means, don't you?"

"Yes, but how do you know if he is or isn't?"

"When he was lying under the truck, I could plainly see up the legs of his shorts. He wears no underwear. He is not circumcised."

"Is that bad?"

"It is not a good thing in our faith. It symbolizes a lack of cleanliness. Are you circumcised?"

"Man, you sure do ask a lot of personal questions."

"Yes or no. It's not a hard one to answer."

"Maybe I don't want to answer you."

"I would feel much more comfortable knowing the truth."

"I have never met anyone that is as pushy and nosy as you." I said that as we were pulling into the resort, and I decided not to answer her personal questions any longer.

Tuesday morning was not much better. Once at the pool, she began with another long series of questions. Tell me about the girls you dated. What do they look like? What about the ones you slept with. On and on she went, and I wouldn't answer any of them. I suggested that we go hiking, which would hopefully keep her mind busy on other stuff. We headed out after lunch, and, thankfully, she began talking about the scenery instead. Since we had not started in the morning, I steered her down one of the shorter trails that ended at a small pond that was fed by the stream. Actually, it was just a natural wide spot in the stream, but it was deep enough to swim in and the water was crystal clear. I suggested we take a break there, and possibly take a dip in the pond to cool off.

"Why won't you answer my question?" she began as we sat on the blanket I had brought along.

"What question?"

"Are you circumcised?"

"For God's sake, why do you care?"

"Because, then my time with you will be much more relaxing and enjoyable."

"Is everyone in your country this nosy and paranoid?"

There was no response.

"I want you to take your shorts down so that I can see you naked."

"I don't believe you. You act as if you are the General in some army and I must obey your every command."

"That's a hurtful comment."

"Well, you do. You ask all kinds of things that are really weird for a fourteen year old girl and are certainly none of your business. Then tell me to drop my pants so that you can inspect me. What, to see if I am good enough? To meet some standard that you have for guys that you are with? Is this how girls act in your country?"

"You just do not understand. There are some things that are important to me that are apparently of no concern to you."

"Like whether I got the end of my dick whacked off as a baby or not?"

"Well, that is certainly a strange way to describe that, but in your crude terms, yes."

It was pretty evident that she was not going to give up. "I only take my shorts off in front of naked girls." I thought for certain that my statement would slow her down somewhat.

"All right, fine. Have it your way." Devorah Goldman stood up in front of me, pulled off her top and then pushed her shorts to her ankles.

She did it! She actually stood up and dropped her shorts and is standing there in front of me, quite naked. I can't help but stare.

"Well, I'm waiting..." she continued, very impatiently.

"Holy cow," I thought. This girl is nuts. I stood up and dropped my shorts. My cock was already tenting them anyway, having had the opportunity to see this young girl stark naked. I could not help myself from staring at the most unusual body I have ever seen. Her breasts were indeed shaped like an upside down ice cream cone, without the ice cream. They were barely two inches in diameter, and at least that long. I guess you could say they were longer than they were wide, and the ends each had a light brown nipple sitting on a colored patch at least an inch and a half across. It was like a normal sized breast, but only half size. And her pussy was another story altogether.

For a girl with tiny boobs, this girl has a bush. A mop would be a better way to describe it, especially on a girl as petite as Devorah. She has a triangle of pubic hair that covers her crotch completely, extending up from where I guess her cunt would be by at least eight inches, and going across at least that far as well. She has far more hair than Karen, that is for sure, and I thought Karen had a lot.

I was first with the questions. "Do all girls from Israel have so much hair down there, at your age?"

"Most do, yes. I am glad to see that you are circumcised."

"Does it make that big a difference?"

"It does to my plans, yes. Now, Joshua, tell me, have you had anal sex with any of those girls?"

"It's Josh, not Joshua."

"Yes, all right. But tell me, please."

"Yes, I have."

"Did you wear a condom when you did that?"

"I have never worn a condom, ever. What difference does it make?"

"It's a contamination thing again." She did not elaborate.

"Did you know that Arab girls have anal sex a lot before they marry, because their virginity is critical to a good marriage?" she continued. "They satisfy their boyfriends and lovers with anal sex so that they can still be a virgin on their marriage bed."

"That sounds crazy."

"Israeli girls are not so silly. We would not suffer though a marriage with such an intolerant man. I assume that you have bathed several times since your last encounter with your anal girlfriends."

"You certainly have a way with words. "Anal girlfriends???" No wonder so many people do not like people from your country. Yes, I shower every day. Why do you care?"

"Because I have decided that tomorrow, I want you to have sex with me. And if I find it enjoyable, we may do it again."

"Just like that, you decided. Don't I have a say in it?"

"Not much. I need to do this while my parents are away, or I won't be able to do anything like this again for a year. I need to know about sex and to have experienced it before I return to school in the fall."

"And I'm the one?"

"Yes, you are the one that I have chosen for this. It is an opportunity that likely will not develop again this summer. I can not allow it to be wasted."

I do not understand how this girl thinks, much less how she chooses the words of our conversations.

"You say the strangest things in the strangest ways. What about today? What about me, now?"

"What about today?" she replied. "And, why are you hard and erect?"

"Because I am looking at you standing there, five feet a way, naked, and your body is exciting to me."

"Why doesn't it go soft again?"

I gambled. "It won't get soft until it comes, now."

"Why? What do you mean? Why won't it go soft?"

"Once a guy's cock gets full hard, it stays that way until he has an orgasm. Don't ask me why, I 'm not Mother Nature. I just know what happens."

"It won't go down, ever?"

"Well, yes, it will go down, eventually, but for most guys, it takes a long time, like several hours, and in the mean time, if the guys is dressed, it's painful to walk or exercise, or do much of anything."

"So, what do you do about it?"

"I find the person who is responsible for making it hard and have them solve the problem."

"So, why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything."

"Oh, I agree, " I said sarcastically. "Absolutely not! All you did was stand there in front of me and drop your drawers like they were on fire. No you didn't do anything. I have naked girls stand in front of me all the time."

"You think my nakedness is exciting?"

"Gee, your boobs remind me of a yogurt cup turned upside down, with a light brown cap on it. They look like I could suck the whole thing in my mouth, and your bush is the most erotic I have ever seen on a girl. So, yes, I think you could say that I find your nakedness exciting. However, I would say that I think you have a hot body."

She blushed. "I didn't know that I would have that effect on you." She started to get dressed. "What must I do to get it to go down?"

"Do you know what oral sex is? Have you heard of that?"

"Yes, I have heard of that, but I do not know anything about it."

"It's very simple, for a girl anyway. You get down on your knees and lick and suck on my cock and move you head up and down with it in your mouth, until I cum. Only two things to know: make sure your teeth don't touch it, and make sure you swallow all the cum."

"And you get girls to do that for you?" she said suspiciously.

"Yes, all the time. It's what girls do for guy when they are in the middle of their monthly stuff. Other girls do it because you can't get pregnant that way."

Devorah came over to me and knelt down in front of me. She still had not put her top back on, and those two cute little boobs were right in front of me. As she began licking my cock, I reached forward and took one breast in each hand. They reminded me of holding a hot-dog bun. I began teasing her nipples when she put her head on my cock and I gently pushed her head down as far as I dared, so that she would get the idea. She couldn't get much of my cock in her mouth, and I chose not to force the deep throat idea on her at this point. I was happy that I was getting a blow job, and I concentrated on teasing her nipples to support her efforts.

Those nipples got hard, let me tell you, like rocks, pointing out of her chest. The more I played with them, the faster she moved on my cock. She was definitely responding to my caresses. Maybe this would leave her hot for tomorrow...

After several minutes, I could feel my jism boiling in my balls. I told her that I would cum soon, and that I would shoot it in her mouth and that she was to swallow every drop. She nodded that she understood. Seconds later I held the back of her head softly and proceeded to let loose my blasts. Devorah swallowed each blast, and there were at least five full blasts dumped into her. As the cum ended, she pulled her head away, licking the last of my cum off my cock. She looked up at me, smiling.