Chapter 4

MORE SARAH

The rest of the summer we spent learning about the area. Mom filed for a divorce from Dad, and hired a private detective to get photos of him living with his secretary. Once she had those, Dad agreed to everything that Mom asked for, which made everyone here a lot happier. We started looking at the various schools in the area, and Mom got us enrolled in our first choice, Travis is a junior, I am just starting my first year. Starting a new school and having to make all new friends is pretty tough for me. The other girls don't know me, yet they have known each other for years. It's hard. But once school started, everyone seemed very friendly and welcoming, especially when Travis showed up at football practice. I guess the local team has not been very good in recent years and it was badly in need of some skilled players. I get to brag here because I know that Travis is a very good football player. He is big and strong and has enough talent that he started varsity football even as a freshman, when we lived in Cleveland. It was not long before kids began to talk about the new guy on the football team, and then the new girl, the one that's the sister of the new guy. And that's how I began to meet the other kids on my classes. That was okay, though. I was happy and proud to just be "the new guy's sister" because I knew that once I became involved with others, I could make friends for myself.

One neat thing happened in mid summer. Travis got his driver's license and we suddenly had "transportation" without parents. What a change. We were no longer tied to Hank's house or to trips with them. We made the best of it, exploring everywhere, learning where things were, taking whole day road trips to wherever, just so that we would not seem to be so lost if others kids began talking about some place. I don't think we have ever spent as much time together as we did in those few months before school started. And it wasn't much after that before Travis found his first girl to date. I don't know what happened on that date, but she must have told half the girls in the county because within days, girls were calling Travis, asking him out for dates. In a way, I was kind of jealous, partly because of what we had done together, and also just by virtue of having spent so much time with him driving around. But whenever I wanted to be close to him, I only needed to knock on his bedroom door and he would welcome me with open arms. Of course, I knew why all the girls were calling him, because he would do that with me also. He told me that he didn't think any of the guys that these girls had been with before had ever buried their head in between the girl's legs. He would lick them, suck their clits and then have sex, and they loved him, or at least his technique. That's about the time he started being more selective about the girls. He had told me many times that he was not a "boob man"; he didn't care if a girl had a big chest or not. What he liked were girls that had a lot of pubic hair. He thought that was the most exciting, erotic thing to see, and actually told me that he wouldn't go out with any girl that had shaved herself bare there. Once school started, he even asked me to pay attention in the shower room after my phys. ed. class to see which girls had more hair than others. I told him that most of the girls in my p.e. class were freshman, like me, and that there were only a handful of third year students in the same class, and most of them were shaved. He didn't want to date the freshmen girls, so I wasn't much help to him.

I was invited to a sleepover shortly after school started. There were about ten girls there, all of us in our first year, and two others, besides me, new to the area. It was a great way for us to get to know each other better, and we had a lot of fun. We watched a video and ate pizzas and just sat around talking until the wee hours of the morning, mostly about boys. It wasn't long before one of the girls asked about Travis. It started out innocent enough-- yes, he is my brother, no, he doesn't have a steady girlfriend, yes, he plays football and then one of the girls asked if I had ever seen him naked. I wasn't prepared for that question, and hadn't thought about how I should answer it. But my delay in answering was all these girls needed to laugh and giggle and conclude that I had. So then they all wanted to know what he looked like "down there". What could I say? I told them I had no idea how to compare, because he was the only boy I had ever seen naked. I sure didn't want to tell them that I loved the way he looked "down there" or that I loved that he knew what to do with it. Pretty soon one of the others said that her sister had been out with him and she started talking about what they had done. I watched the faces of the others as she described oral sex. It was pretty obvious which girls had any experience with orgasms. In their defense, we were all just thirteen and fourteen years old, so it would not be unusual to conclude that most girls had not had sex yet. But only two others, besides the girl talking and me, had any idea what was involved with oral sex. I listened more than talked, for a change, but did acknowledge that I had enjoyed orgasms, and knew what they felt like.

And that discussion then led into the idea of a boy putting his face between our legs and actually licking us there. Some of the girls were concerned about their pubic hair, and the first girl, whose sister had gone out with Travis, suggested shaving so that it would be clean and neat. Without thinking, I responded that, at least with my brother, the opposite is true. I told them he would not go out with any girl that is shaved.

"Why?" at least three girls asked.

"I don't know. He says that he thinks that's the sexiest part of a girl's body."

"You guys talk about stuff like that?"

"Well, he asked me why girls shave it off. I told him I didn't know, but I knew that many girls do. I told him that, n my opinion, it took too long for me to grow some to shave it off again."

"You said that to your brother?" one of the girls asked, obviously amazed that I would talk to Travis about such things.

"Yes, I did. What's so surprising?"

"Weren't you embarrassed?"

"Why would I be embarrassed? It's not like it's a secret that people have hair there, is it?"

"Well, no, but gee, I get embarrassed about having so much?"

Another girl asked, "How much is so much?"

We were all sitting around in our pajamas anyway so I stood up and dropped the bottoms of mine. "This is how much I have, and I think it's kind of sexy looking."

Two other girls stood up and did the same, but they had about half as much as I do, and I don't think I have all that much.

"I know what you mean about not shaving it off," one of them said. "It's taken forever to get this much. Who wants to look like a ten year old again?"

Reluctantly, Martha, the girl who had said she was embarrassed about having so much stood up and dropped her shorts. She had just a little more than me, but hers was not as thick, and I could see through it from where I was. "Maybe I don't have so much after all," she said.

Eventually Kim, our host, stood up, wearing just her top. There was no question that she had more hair in her bush than any two of us combined. It spread out onto her legs a little and went way up, in a diamond, not quite to her navel, but darned close. "It runs in our family," she said. "My mom and sister both have a lot, too, but I really think I have more than either of them. It should make your brother happy, though." Until I saw it with my own eyes, I did not realize that there was such a thing as blond pubic hair.

"Do they really put their head there and lick you?" Martha asked.

"Yes, Martha. It's called oral sex," Kim responded. "And if you're at all interested in having him ever do it again, you will return the favor."

Martha looked lost. She obviously had no experience with sex and apparently paid little attention in sex ed class either. She said nothing, but it was pretty clear to me that she wanted someone to continue the discussion.

"Look, Martha, any guy that is willing to perform oral sex on you, and get you so excited that you have an orgasm, is going to get pretty excited himself. In normal circumstances, when that happens, he would push into you and have sex with you. But sometimes, like when you're fourteen and don't want to have sex yet, you can choose to please him orally. So instead of pushing his thing into your vagina, he pushes it into your mouth and you suck him until he shoots his stuff." That was about as clear and simple as I could explain it.

Someone else asked, "What happens when he shoots his stuff?"

Thankfully, for me anyway, from out of the blue, another girl spoke up. "You swallow as much of it as you can. He likes it better that way and you won't get pregnant anyway."

That brought a chorus of "Oh Yuk!'s from several of the girls.

"What does it taste like?"

She continued, "It doesn't really taste like anything. It's a little salty sometimes, but it's not evil or vile or anything."

"You've done it already?" Martha asked and received a nod that she had.

"Am I the only person in this room that has sucked off a boy?" she asked us all. Nobody said a word. "Really?" She was surprised. She was another of the girls that are new to the area.

Very slowly another girl, who had said nothing in this conversation, raised her hand. "I have, also. My brother made me, a couple of years ago."

I decided it was time to 'fess up. "I have, too. I'm really surprised that not more of you have. Where I used to live, some girls were doing it in seventh grade."

But no one else admitted to doing it, and based upon the questions that they continued to ask about how to do it, I was pretty sure that they hadn't. Kim continued talking about sex, giving her thoughts about why the boys in our class had not been very interested in making out, but the older guys, in the upper classes couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Kim thought it was because the boys in eight grade and freshman year in high school weren't developed enough yet, sexually, and were embarrassed to let a girl know that. She finished with a comment that if we wanted sex, we would either have to date the upper class guys or do it ourselves. I didn't tell that I had another option ... just walking into Travis' bedroom.

"How do you know so much about it, if you haven't done it, Kim?" Martha asked.

"If there is an advantage to having an older sister, this may be it. Whenever I ask her anything about boys or sex, she tells me, usually far more than I ever read in any text book or paperback. We talk about boys and sex a lot, but I am not allowed to date yet, so until I am, I guess I will have to settle for talking about it."

School was great. I was doing well in my classes, I had met many people and was forming some friendships that could grow closer with time, and life had pretty much returned to normal, as I knew it, with the exception that Mom was now sleeping with Hank instead of with the man that I had always called Dad. Life at Hank's house was pretty nice, too. Travis drove us to school each morning and I took the bus home after school when he had football practices. He is a pretty good football player and his talent added a lot to the team. I think this, more than anything else, helped create a welcoming atmosphere for the two of us to the school. But then, along came Thanksgiving. My father had insisted that Travis and I spend the Thanksgiving holiday period with him in Arizona. When we arrived, we found out that he was now living with his secretary, who was only five years older than Travis. That just didn't seem right to me, and it sort of made a mess of the whole weekend. Really, that was the second issue. The first was that he didn't bother to arrange for someone to meet us at the airport when we arrived and we had to stand around waiting for him for almost three hours. So I wasn't in a good mood when she walked into kitchen the next morning in her bathrobe, wanting to know if we had made the coffee yet. It really got bad when Dad left us alone with her for most of Thanksgiving Day. Then it turned out that this girl had no idea how to cook, and we all went out to have dinner at some restaurant. And then, he left us alone with her the next day too, while he played golf or something. I was so mad I told Travis that I was going home, with him or without him. Finally he agreed that this was a bad deal and called the airline. We flew home on Friday.

Mom and Hank had gone away for the weekend so we called Sam, the man that had been with Hank when they picked us up that first night. He came up to the airport and gave us a ride home. I was so angry with how the trip had worked out, and with my father, that I told Travis I wanted to be alone, so I went to my room and just stayed there for the rest of the day. By morning, I figured that I needed to feel loved, so I went to his room and climbed into bed with him. I even volunteered my bottom to him, just to tell him how much he meant to me. Doing it that way still hurts an awfully lot because he is so thick and it stretches my bottom so much, but the emotional lift that I get from giving myself to him makes it all worthwhile. And I know that he likes to do it that way too, which just adds to my satisfaction in letting him. I don't know how soon I'll ever let anyone else ever do that, but with Travis, it's special.

Christmas vacation was much better than Thanksgiving. Hank took us all to a resort in Idaho and we spent the entire time skiing. I had never been on skis before, none of us had really, so we all had to learn and start slowly. But the neat thing was that we had to buy new ski outfits, and for the first time in a long, long time, Mom and I went shopping without arguing about how much stuff costs. Travis and I shared a bedroom and had sex at least once each day while we were there. No matter how tired we were from skiing, it seemed to have no impact on his desire for sex. I began to wonder if all teen aged boys were this way, or just my brother.

The week after our return, Hank said it was time to start thinking about the Maple trees and putting the finishing touches on all of the lines and equipment. He said we should plan on some hard working weekends for the next month or so, and suggested that we consider asking some of our friends to help as well. He forgot to tell us just how much physical effort was involved. Last summer, when he showed us forest and all of his equipment, I thought that what he showed us was everything. Hah! What he showed us was the part of his land that he had the plastic lines laid that automatically carried the sap to the kitchen. The first weekend, I found out that the lines only worked for the trees that were higher in elevation than the kitchen, and that didn't have any valleys in between. All of the other trees had to be dealt with individually, and personally. We each had a pail with a lid and we walked up and down hills, sometimes slipping in the wet leaves, going from tree to tree emptying the little buckets that hung from each into our pails until they became so heavy that we could barely lift them, at which time we had to carry them back to the kitchen. It's funny. In the morning we went from tree to tree quickly. It reminded me of the way hummingbirds flit from one flower to the next. By mid day, I was so tired that I could barley move. Resting for lunch helped a little but not near enough. By mid afternoon, I think I was moving at a crawl. I was determined that the next weekend, I would invite even more friends to help. When it began to get dark, Hank called it quits for the day and everyone adjourned to the sauna and hot tub, and finally the pool. Later, Hank made pizzas for all, and then gave all of our friends fifty dollars for their work.

The next Saturday, instead of six kids, there were ten, and instead of going to the closest trees first, we went to the ones furthest from the kitchen. I mean, if we have to lift those heavy pails and carry them up and down the hills, we might as well do the longest ones first, when we have the strength and energy. Of course, doing this was not even a challenge for Travis and his friends, but for the other girls and me, we knew that we had been doing something by the time it got dark. We were tired and we were all looking forward to the hot tub and pool. On the way to the barn, Travis asked me again for the names of the four girls that had helped. When I told him, again, he asked which one was the cute little blond. I told him, again, that her name was Kim and that she was in some of my classes. This time he was paying attention, I guess, because when we joined the boys in the pool, Travis made a point of paying more attention to her. Even though we were exhausted, we played around in the pool for a long time. Eventually we ended up playing the game where the girls ride on the boys shoulders and then try to knock the other girls off, except in our game, the girls rode facing backwards and the boys had their face in the crotch of the girls. It was certainly a way of breaking the tension of ten tired kids that included five girls in swimsuits and five horny boys. By the time the game was over and a winner was declared, the two girls that had worn bikini tops discovered that they were no longer on their chests. Of the three that wore one piece suits, one girl had somehow had her right breast dislodged from her suit in the heat of the battle. I got dumped off my "horse's" shoulders quickly, so my suit remained in tact, but the final battle ended with two out of the three girls uncovered in top. That, of course, meant that those of us in one piece suits should push them down and go topless. I don't quite understand the logic of that, but then, it's an idea from a horny male. I was not surprised that Kim had paired up with Travis for the game, and while she was tossed from her "mount" early as I was, she also managed to keep her suit in tact. The funniest thing was that when she was riding on Travis' shoulders, he had his head buried completely in her crotch and before she was tossed, he was munching with his chin against the outside of her suit. One of the guys saw what he was doing, stopped the game and asked Travis to explain. Of course, Travis was busy and concentrating and didn't hear him right away, which made everyone else laugh and Kim turn beet red from embarrassment. That's when I laughed.

After pizza and a movie, Travis drove home anyone needing a ride, including Kim. When he returned, he came into my room, just to talk.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew her? I have been trying to find out who Kim was ever since school started. I just didn't think to look in your class."

"Well, for one thing, Big Boy, I didn't know you were looking for her. She's nice - a lot of fun when you get to know her. Why were you looking for her?"

"Oh, just my fetish thing. Somebody told me she has a very sexy bush."

"She does."

"You've seen it?" Travis asked, in amazement.

"Yes I have," I replied, laughing at his surprise. I made him ask the obvious question.

"Um, how does it happen that you have seen it?"

Ignoring his question, I teased some more. "As a matter of fact, she does have a nice bush, and it's blond. First time I have ever seen blond pubic hair. I didn't even know it came that color."

"Are you kidding me? Tell me you are kidding me. She has a blond bush?"

"No, I am not kidding you. It is blond and full and just like you'd like it. But I don't thin k you're going to get to see it anytime soon, though."

"What? Why?"

"Because she isn't even fourteen yet and her mother won't let her date, much less someone older than her. She does have an older sister."

"Sarah, you have to work on this girl for me. Tell her I'm a nice guy. Get her to be willing to go out with me."

"Travis, she already knows all about you. Lots of the girls know all about you. She's not going to go out with you, especially at her age."

"How come she knows about me? What does she know?"

"The same thing that many girls know. That you are a great lover, that you only go out with girls who have not shaved their pubes, and that you want the girls you date to be on the pill."

"How do they know all that?"

"Well, girls do talk amongst themselves, you know, usually about boys. And any details that they didn't learn at the lunch table at school, I filled in at out sleepover one night."

"Well, will you talk to her for me?"

"I will do what I can, but I don't think it will change anything. Some girls are just not ready for sex yet, Travis. It doesn't matter how much hair they have down there."