see the jock strap that tightly imprisoned their penis. Passing the boys shower room, she could hear the taunts and jokes they yelled at each other. Could they be ignoring her because of her inexperienced attitudes?
“At least I have some friends at school,” thought Carla.
Some of them were even boys. This didn't mean those boys that spoke with her were really interested in the way that she felt or thought of her as a girl. They saw her more as a tomboy that was “just one of the guys”. She could never relate to them with some of the new and fresh emotions that she was growing to feel.
Once she had sat next to a boy in study hall and looking over, saw that he had hidden an adult magazine inside of his textbook.
She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl pasted on the centerfold. it was time that she realized that in order for her to fit into this world, she would have to make adjustments and start doing things with more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls could be good little examples in public, but she had to learn how to get them interested in her in private.
Carla had been almost asleep, there in that beautiful clearing in the woods, when she heard the footsteps of someone approaching. She glanced up and saw that it was one of the boys from earlier. He walked over to her and said that his name was Thomas. He was out on a Boyscout outing and they had sneaked off from the rest of the troop to explore for something different that just tying knots. Carla gave him the once over and noticed that though he was now wearing gym shorts, the sun shone directly behind him and she could see almost through them.
His penis now seemed much larger than it had from the distance above the river.
Thomas asked her where she was from and Carla said that she lived in the city about ten miles North of the forest. He then sat besides her and noticed that her one tennis shoe was off.
She explained to him how she had twisted her ankle. It had been a silly accident and for him to ignore it.
The sympathy that he felt toward her and her pain made him want to help her in any way possible. He asked her if he might massage the ankle to increase the circulation in it. With a reply that his actions would be most grateful, he moved to her feet and sat indian style. Placing her foot across his legs, it dangled quite closely to the slight bulge in his gym shorts.
He began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and rubbing it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in the sensual care that he took in his massage.
Dear Diary,
I am reading what I have just written. I highly suspect that Carla will not be a wallflower or tomboy acting fool when she starts school this year!
A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to alight on Carla's face, and she swatted at it. This caused her body to move downward. If this was her intent, she never let on, yet now the bottom of her foot now was just touching his crotch.
As he continued to massage her ankle, she could feel his back and forth action caused her foot to rub up and down against his penis.
His methodical repetition caused her to relax and devote her attention on the thought that although it was her foot, she was actually touching a boys privates. It caused her to think back to the many times that she had explored herself in the darkness of the night and imagined what a boys penis might feel like.
She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the penis inside his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his heart at the touch of her. Carla definitely wanted more. Her main concern was that her father might be coming back up the trail at any moment and catch her being with a boy, let alone the hope that this would be more than a simple conversation. Carla then told Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it a little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the fact that her foot was still sore and leaned on him for support.
Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she asked Tom if he might help her walk a little ways. Thomas was quick to reply that he would. So she headed at an angle away from the trail her father had used, yet still within hearing (little to their knowledge, in sight) of her father.
As they settled down a small distance away, Carla lay down in the tall grass and lifted her sore ankle up so that she knew Thomas could gaze down at the gap formed in the legs of her shorts. She was wearing her flowery pink panties and as the sun glinted off them through the gap she had formed. She saw the bulge in his shorts increase in size and his eyes glued to her.
He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again, and she told him yes, and that he could do the foot also. He laughed at that and said he'd be glad to oblige her in any of her needs.
With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he reached down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts and tugged them down from her waist.
Removing the confining material that separated him from her, left her laying there clad only in her tee-shirt and pale blue panties.
He caught the waistband of her silky undergarments and pulled them down, letting her mound come into view.
He removed her panties the rest of the way and leaned over and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down. She corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to fast and to go at a slower pace.
He obliged by decreasing his rhythm, and reaching up her shirt to cup her left breast. As he leaned over her to reach her breasts, his cock was now straining to be free of his shorts and she reached down and pulled the waistband away allowing his penis to spring into view. He leaned more on top of her and his cock was now hovering inches above her crotch. She reached down and encased the penis with her tiny hands. This allowed her to give him pleasure, while insuring he didn't accidentally forget and try to ram it inside her, while she was in such a vulnerable position.
She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant allowing his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The smacking sounds that his hand made against her mound, along with the fingers sliding in and out, caused her to start her first orgasm. Her muscles in her vagina contracted and she began to pummel her fist up and down his rigid penis. He thrust his hips in unison with her fist and suddenly drew away. He asked her if she trusted him. She said yes, but she was not ready for intercourse, as she was saving herself. He told her to lie down and place her legs together.
He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under her back.
The he lay on top of her and told her that he promised there would be no penetration inside of her. He slid his cock toward her mound and the small triangle it formed and as the head of his hard throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she jumped as if electrified.
He then slid down until his penis was positioned over the Y formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward, his penis separated her pussy lips and passed by the entrance to her womb, continuing on between her legs, past her anus and touching the grass below them. As he drew up for another plunge, a moan escaped Carla's throat and she began the longest, deepest, orgasm she had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to have his penis plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrust repeatedly, giving no mercy to her emotions.
Her legs squeezed as tightly as they could, giving as much pressure to surrounding his penis as possible. His thrusting became faster and her nipples brushed against his chest and became even more erect. He leaned down and caressed them with his tongue. As she buckled her hips up to meet his downward drive, she came again and again in waves of pleasure. Suddenly he spurted his hot white semen all over her love mound, causing its slickness to lubricate his penis through her vaginal lips.
He spewed forth so much semen that it dribbled down her crotch and up the crack of her behind. Her orgasm came to a peak and they lay together for what seemed like hours. It was wonderful that she had now discovered that it was possible to come so close to having intercourse, yet still refrain from penetration.
Satisfied, knowing this left her so much to discover yet, but enabling them to share such a beautiful relationship. Neither of them felt cheated. Thomas told her that he had read about doing it this way in a biology book. It was a form of birth control used often in the old days before condoms and the pill.
She laughed at him and lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply on the cheek. She replied, “Thank goodness for books, our parents would have never told us this truth.” “And remember they are always harping on us to do our homework and reading is a part of homework…” They both laughed at that.
