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School Romance (bg bgg rom nosex exhib)Sherry, Maureen and I walked home to Sherry’s house nearly every dayafter school. They lived almost next door to each other but in theopposite direction to my house from school. However, it wasn’t sofar that I couldn’t catch up to my other friends if I ran, and wecontinued this habit from the year before. I didn’t try to kissSherry or Maureen, we just held hands and talked like friends. Despite my desire to get involved in nudity and sex, I was afraid toask them to do that with me. If they said no, our friendship could behurt. Moreover, I was afraid that our parents and classmates wouldfind out and think that I was weird. As yet, no one in our class hada real romantic relationship, though there were a few who “liked” eachother. The teasing about romance between Sherry and I wasn’t happeningat school anymore. We had been good friends for what seemed likeforever (since 2nd grade) and at school, that is all we said we were. Neither of us said anything about going out, nor being boyfriend orgirlfriend and I was about as close to Maureen as to Sherry. Thismade for a relationship which didn’t fit in with the grade-schoolconcepts of romance. Threesomes and menage-a-trois were covered inthe books I had read but nowhere in our talks at school, let alone thetwo week basic sex-education classes.We would get together on weekends to play, and sometimes after school,especially on Fridays. It was almost always at Sherry’s house becauseher mom was often out when we’d get home and, even if her mom wasaround, she’d let us go to her room to play together. Despite thisprivacy and how we could hug or sit close to each other, it didn’tlead to anything more. I did, however, give both girls back rubs andthey did the same to me. And we went swimming at the lake or at thepool in the park. Even though both girls wore single piece swimmingsuits which weren’t very revealing, it was still quite interesting tolook at them and I would sometimes get hard while we were together. If that happened in class, I would get embarrassed and try to hide it,but with my two close friends I didn’t bother. They’d tease me a bitabout having a “boner,” but didn’t go on about it, and, after a fewtimes, quit mentioning it altogether.Sex education class was interesting. The boys and girls attendedseparately. It didn’t cover much about the nature of the sex actitself, just reproduction and how our bodies would change. Afterschool, my two friends and I got together to compare notes, so tospeak. We were curious about what the presentation for the other sexwas about. I had a bit more “book learning,” and filled in some gapsabout the sex act itself. I had talked with them about this kind ofthing before but only about masturbation and ‘getting naked’, not realsex. I had also talked with some of my male companions at school,and their reaction to intercourse tended to be “Ew! Gross!” Sherry’sresponse was more like “Interesting,” and then she had her own query,about masturbation. She used that word and wondered what the sex edclass had to say about it. The real answer was “not much”, it spentmore time on nocturnal emissions and the reproductive cycle. But, as I’d been doing it for a while and had read some on the subject, Irelated that to her, explaining that I had heard or read these things.Maureen asked if I had tried them out yet. I was a bit embarrassed,and blushed. But she surprised me by explaining that she did it, andthat Sherry did as well. That prompted a “Please, stop!” responsefrom Sherry. But I decided to support Maureen, by saying that I haddone it, and had reached climax which felt really nice. They bothagreed that the results were nice. We went into a bit more detail onhow we learned of these things, and they explained that they told eachother what they had discovered when they slept over at each other’shouses, which happened often since they lived next to each other.Like last year, we didn’t get into the touching details, but we did goon some about how nice it was to do. I explained about Jimmy and mewith his friends, and Eileen too, showing that other girls did get todo that kind of thing with boys. I was a little worried sharing thatI’d done it with my friends who were boys, but since Sherry andMaureen had done it together, much like Jimmy and I, that didn’t seemtoo bad.Despite this intimate revelation, we didn’t end up talking much aboutthis after that day, nor did I bring it up with other girls I knew. But we did talk about how it would be nice to have sex with someone,someday, for real, and how we all learned about masturbating. I toldmy two friends a lot of my earlier experiences and was very happy whenthey didn’t tell anyone else at school later.I had much more to tell than they did. Of course, it’s possible thatthey had more things to talk about but were holding back. At thetime, I was pleased to be able to have cool stuff to share with myfriends. Only later did I wonder if they had done fun stuff like Ihad , but weren’t willing to talk about it. I told the story aboutthe girl on the beach, and my visit with my cousin Daryl over thesummer. That led us into talking about Lesbians.”What are those?” Maureen asked me, interrupting my story.”Girls who have sex with other girls. Instead of doing it with boys,like regular girls,” I told them. I didn’t think that I was beinginsensitive or anything like that when I said this. After all, Ididn’t think that what I did with my friends, or my brother, made mehomosexual, and certainly didn’t think that my two best girlfriendswere Lesbians even though they’d played with themselves together.”Oh,” Sherry said. Maureen was silent but seemed upset and, for somereason, unhappy. Both were quiet for a while so I decided to ask themoutright what I was wanting to do.”Would you like to play naked like we did? A strip poker game, orsomething? I think that would be fun?” I was nervous asking this ofmy friends, but our talk about sexy stuff had turned me on and I knewfor sure that they had some experiences like me. Also, we liked eachother; the kissing and holding hands kind of liking. That seemed likea perfect start for doing more things together. It would be so muchfun if we could do it.But Maureen refused, saying “Not now, I don’t think so.””Why not? I mean, you’d get to see a boy, me, and I’d get to see you,and we’d have more things eskişehir escort to think about when we’re alone again.”Sherry whispered to Maureen, and listened to her friend whisper back,then said “We don’t want to do that, OK? It isn’t like we don’t likeyou, you know?”I didn’t understand why they didn’t want to do fun things like thatwith me, but I wouldn’t, or couldn’t, push them on it. It worriedme to upset them, so I just dropped this subject altogether, notbringing it up again. I was just glad that they were my friends,holding hands and playing together.I was disappointed that they didn’t seem interested in exploring’playing bare’, or doing other sexual things with me. It was easyenough not to bring up the subject, since it wasn’t a common topic fordiscussion at school, not once the sex ed classes were over. Theywere only two weeks long, and only met twice a week for an hour or so.I liked my friends, and it was really nice to be with them, even if wedidn’t get naked together. I just wished for something more, even ifit was another girl who’d do that with me.I was in choir class one day, singing along with the other k**s, andsuddenly my voice broke. I didn’t really understand why it happened,but my voice change was a shock. Besides the obvious change in tone,my singing suffered. I could no longer hold notes on key, whichpushed me out of the lead parts in choir. I got some teasing in schooland at home about
“being a man now.” And how I’d be growing hair”down there” soon. Well, I was getting some hair on my pubes already.It wasn’t very dark yet, but it was more than the ‘nothing’ that hadbeen there before and it was a noticeable difference. My dad was veryhairy and his dick was a bit larger than mine when it was soft. Ididn’t know how they would compare when hard and didn’t have a clue as to how to ask him about that.I was just starting to worry about my appearance at this time. I tookbaths more often and started combing my hair. I changed my clothes abit more often as well. Fashion, as such, wasn’t on my mind but I didnotice how girls dressed a bit more. In winter, no one dressed in away which exposed much. I wasn’t sure if I looked nice or not, and Ireally had no easy way to measure that. My parents, grandma and aunttold me I was handsome, but they were biased so I didn’t trust theiropinion about that.My dad was circumcised, as were my brother and I. Until I readabout foreskins and saw pictures of them, I didn’t know what thatmeant. It wasn’t unusual in our neighborhood. Hospital policy was to”snip,” and few parents argued with it. Up to this time, the size,hair color, and other differences between genital organs wasn’t a bigissue with me but I had seen quite a variety in my aunt’s magazines soI had some idea that they didn’t look all alike. I wasn’t sure if Iwas normal in this area, but didn’t really know who to ask about it.A new girl named Jody moved into the area a bit before Christmas time.She was a pretty blonde girl and somehow I felt that I was in lovewith her. Maybe that meant sex, since I was fantasizing about her. At 11, girls don’t show a lot of girlish shape yet but I had noticedthat I could easily tell girls from boys, even dressed in jeans andshirt. My looking was leading to occasional embarrassment in schoolas, more often than not, I got hard just imagining what they’d looklike without clothes.Jody was very easy to tell apart from the boys, with noticeablebreasts and hips. Surprisingly to me, Sherry didn’t seem to react atall to this and still held hands with me and we still walked homealong with Maureen. Jody flirted with me, asked me to help with herhomework, and even kissed me a few times after school. But though shewas very nice to me at school, she wouldn’t get together with me toplay after school.Her kisses were cheek kisses. Only once did she let our lips touch. But it was still very romantic to me. She’d hug me close, sayinggoodbye before she’d head home, pressing her body against mine,letting me feel her breasts (bra encased because she did need one)compress against my chest. I don’t think she missed my dick-hardening in reaction to this either, but she didn’t make anything ofit. Part of why I liked her was because she flirted so strongly,getting my attention and holding it. Since Sherry and Maureen weren’topen to being more than just kissing friends, I hoped that Jody mightget closer to me … and do more than just kiss.Sherry soon became a little put out by my attention to Jody but stilllet me walk her and Maureen home. Sherry would tell me that I wasbeing foolish about Jody, paying so much attention to her when thegirl didn’t really like me that much, but I didn’t believe that. Imight have become angry at her for telling me that, but she andMaureen hugged me and both kissed me on the cheek, then on my lips.”We love you, Jeff. You are our best friend,” Sherry said.Maureen added, “We just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.”I loved them too, and said so.Jody told me she liked me, but made me promise not to spread itaround school. That was OK, I didn’t go telling everyone aboutSherry, Maureen and me either. It was exciting and frustrating being”in love” with Jody. It was a crush, not real love, I think, withlust being a big part of it for the first time in my life. If Sherryor Maureen had offered me more than just kisses, or maybe even ifthey’d asked me to figure out where I stood with Jody, I’d have chosenthem first. But they didn’t, so I went on pursuing the girl I thoughtI loved.I gave Jody a Valentine, with my phone number and a note insidetelling how I loved her and asked her to call me so we could gettogether after school. That turned out rather embarrassing, as theteacher saw it and asked Jody about it in front of the whole class. After that, Jody tried to ignore me and my “romance” with her wasover. I didn’t understand why Jody acted that way and tried toapologize for embarrassing her in front of the class but she said thatwe were just friends and that she wasn’t going out with boys for realyet. Sherry had noticed my infatuationwith Jody. I’m not sure where her wisdom about relationships had comefrom, but she was nice about consoling me and told me that I’d getover it, that friends like she and Maureen had always liked me.When I said “That isn’t the same thing as love,” she said “Rememberwhen I kissed escort eskişehir you and said that I loved you?”.”Yes. We were a lot younger then.””It doesn’t change things though. Except that when you get older, itgets more serious, with all those new feelings that they talked aboutin sex ed. Did they show you the movie with those diagrams of penisesand vaginas?””Yes””And how you get new feelings in them when you get older?””Sure.” I didn’t really know how to talk about this, but Sherry andMaureen were friends and were girls, which oddly made it lessembarrassing than if I were talking about it with boys.”Well, I get them too. And I still like you, just like I did then.” And she grabbed me and kissed me while Maureen held my hand and huggedme. We were at her house, and Maureen decided to kiss me too.Maureen’s kiss used her tongue on my lips, not pushing inside but itwas still more than just dry lips touching. They went in and I left togo home, very happy.We didn’t repeat this kissing right away but it pretty much cured meabout thinking about Jody. Sherry was a brown-eyed, brown-hairedgirl, and not quite as developed as Jody. Maureen was a red-hairedskinny girl, and both were good friends with each other and with me.In some ways, although Sherry was my “girlfriend,” we were athreesome. After this, they’d kiss me on Fridays or when we’d saygoodbye if we got together during the weekend. I had no doubt thatthey loved me, but still wanted something more than just kisses andromance. I wanted it with them most of all, and planned to wait untilthey wanted it as much as I did.Annie was another girl who was a good friend of mine. She lived on myway home from school and we would often walk home together, sometimeswith other friends, sometimes just the two of us. Once, in earlyMarch, we happened to pass by a house with a small group of k**swatching it from outside. There was a naked girl standing in theupper floor window, about seven years old, showing off with anothergirl behind her that we couldn’t see well, encouraging her to do it. The naked girl would move away from the window then come back, turningaround to show both sides, then turn away again.The girl wasn’t much different naked from my sister, with brown hair,no breasts, and just a bare little girl pussy slit. But she wasshowing off for an audience, apparently enjoying the situation sinceshe was smiling, even if her sister or babysitter or whoever, wasprompting her to play this game.Annie and I stayed and watched until she stopped , perhaps half anhour. Most of the other k**s watching had gotten bored by it, or hadto leave, but we stayed. I told her that my sister was about that ageand that I had seen her naked often, and even outside, but it didn’tseem to draw this kind of crowd. Annie explained that she thought itwas exciting, to tease people by showing off like that.”It would be fun to do that, show off naked for people,” Annie said.We talked about this idea, and how we both might get naked togetherand show off, or just show each other. But as it was still coldwinter, we didn’t end up doing anything but talking about howinteresting it would be.Sprin
g led to much warmer weather early on that year. Annie lived onthe way home between Sherry’s house and mine, so we had walked homeoften, spent time after school together, and were generally goodfriends. I didn’t notice right away, but she’d wait at school for meto come back from Sherry’s house, so we two could walk home together.She knew that Sherry and I were close, but our “kissing” was a secretand we didn’t tell anyone about being in love or anything like that. Annie did notice this relationship, though, and started flirting withme, standing close, talking to me in school a lot, something like whathappened with Jody. She’d noticed that too, I don’t think anyone inour class could have missed that. Sherry and I were close but at notime had Sherry shown jealousy of Jody. Nor did she do so when Anniewas hanging around with me. Unlike Jody, Annie would play with therest of us on the playground. Her friendship with me wasn’t somethingsecret, nor was it linked to my helping her with homework or anythinglike that.Annie came to school one day wearing a short top and pink hot pantswith nothing under them. It wasn’t immediately obvious that it wasall she had on but she came by me and teased me, “Do you like HotPants?”And I naturally enough said “Yes.” They were tighter on her than mostbikini bottoms would have been, maybe altogether. too tight for her.”They are really nice when you feel ‘hot’.””It is hot early this year.””Girls can get hot even when it is cold outside, Jeff.””Oh. I guess they can.” I didn’t immediately get what this meant,but got a hard- on a couple minutes later, when we were back in ourseats and I’d had time to think about it. I still wasn’t quite surethat she meant what I thought she meant. I knew that girls thoughtabout such things and that it wasn’t just boys that got ‘hot’. But wedidn’t talk about that kind of thing in school, Annie and I. EvenSherry and Maureen didn’t bring it up at school, only when we werealone.At recess, Sherry came over to me, and said “Isn’t Annie looking’hot’ in those pants. I bet you can’t guess what kind of underwearshe has under those?”I took a look. I hadn’t noticed any peeking out, but Sherry mighthave seen Annie in the bathroom. It was an odd question, unless therewas something unusual about them. I made a hot guess. “None? I don’twear underwear all the time, though I usually do at school.” Sherryknew that I did that because I’d told her, and also because, when we’dhug and kiss, I’m sure she could feel me well that way.”I bet no one else knows it. Do you think that I could wear pantslike that to school?””You’d look pretty in them.””I mean without underwear.””Uh, that would be very nice.” And I smiled, and noticed some heat inmy dick. Sherry might have noticed that too, and I’m sure she noticedme blushing under her attentions. I’d avoided talking with herexplicitly about sex or nudity and had paid a lot more attention toAnnie since she’d brought up ‘getting naked’. But Annie hadn’t donemore with that suggestion until now. It was finally warm enough tothink about getting naked outside again.Sherry said, “I’d be scared that my mom would notice. I might try itafter school though.””It isn’t much different from eskişehir escort bayan wearing a swimming suit. You don’t wearany underwear under that.””We could go swimming this weekend. It is getting hot enough. Me andMaureen and you could go down to the lake.””What about Annie? Do you think she might want to come along with herhot pants?””You can ask her. I think she likes you.””Don’t you like me?””Sure, but that doesn’t mean that Annie can’t like you too. I thinkshe wore those pants for someone at school to see and you are the onlyone that knows what stuff is under there.””What do you mean?””Nobody else is looking at her but us. She is sitting there by thewall with her legs apart, and I can’t see anything but girl under herpants. When we went in the bathroom this morning, I saw she didn’thave anything on under her pants, and asked her if she was cold thatway. She told me ‘No, these are hot pants.’ It makes me feel hottalking about it, so she’s probably right. Are your pants getting’hot’?””Sherry!… Yes. You’ve never talked like this before.” Not to me,at least not quite this way. Why was Sherry drawing my attention toanother girl, rather than herself? Didn’t she know that I wanted tothink about her? But then, I was thinking about her naked body now,since she’d brought up coming to school without underwear herself. Iwas very confused, and excited.Annie did look sexy, hot in her hot pants. She didn’t have much girlshape herself, but knowing that she was nearly naked, exposing skinwhich she might not show even at the beach, made her seem veryattractive. That she was doing it for me made it seem even moreexciting. Even if Sherry was wrong and she was just enjoying herself,not really flirting with me, it was still something very interesting.”It’s spring time, and the birds and bees come out. Sex ed stuff, youknow.””Are you jealous?””Like with you and Jody? No, Annie is just ‘hot’, and she reallylikes you, not just how you can help with her homework.””Does that mean it is OK if she kisses me?””Besides, I wasn’t jealous of Jody. I don’t get jealous. She wasn’tbeing nice to you and should have just said that she didn’t want youaround instead of letting you get embarrassed.””So, what about the kissing?””Kiss her whenever you want. Just tell me all about it.”Annie must have gotten bored, being ignored in her hot clothes. Shecame over to us and overhead at least the last part of ourconversation. She sat down by us, her nipples showed under her top,pressing hard despite having tiny breasts and, though I couldn’t seeany pussy under her pants, it came really close. The crotch of herpants didn’t cover places where underwear or a swimsuit would haveshown and, though I had seen my sister’s pussy often, this wasdifferent.Her legs were bare, and the bare flesh continued past the crease inher leg. If she had pubic hair below, I’m sure I would have seen it. I could imagine her slipping the pants aside just a little, exposingher pussy slit directly, yet it remained hidden just out of sight. Iwanted to look at something other than her crotch, but it was veryhard not to look. I did manage to look away, right into Annie’s eyes.She was very pretty, I decided. Long straight hair, greenish eyes, ashape which was girlish even without breasts and curvy hips.Interrupting my reverie, Sherry said “Hi, are you cold yet?””Not yet, these are still ‘hot pants’,” Annie said, giggling. “Wereyou guys talking about me?”I said, “Not exactly. We were talking about going down to the lakethis weekend for swimming. Can you come along?””No, I can’t. Who’s going, you and Sherry?”Annie was looking at my jeans, about the same place on me that I waswatching on her. My hard on was still there, sticking up in my pants,easily visible to both girls. I’d gotten used to Sherry justaccepting that without comment or staring, but Annie’s attention mademe even more excited.Sherry said, “Maureen too. It’s going to be a hot weekend for all ofus,” smiling.”I wish I could come, but I have to do stuff with my family,” Anniereplied.The bell rang, and we all went back into school. I wasn’t sure how totake this situation, Sherry almost pushing me to do something withAnnie, and talking about sex, and getting ‘hot’. Fortunately, beingin class in school tends to cool such things off a bit.After school was another matter. Annie tagged along with me, eventhough Sherry and Maureen, as they lived next door, lived the otherway. We didn’t talk much but Annie tried holding hands with me, andthen Maureen went by Sherry, holding her hand. It wasn’t easy to walklike that, four of us holding hands, but we didn’t have to walk veryfar, so it worked out.Both Annie and Sherry were leaning close by me, and as we got close byher house, S
herry said “Those hot pants look like they’d be fun towear. I wonder if I could talk my mom into getting me some.”Maureen said, “They’d look nice for summertime. But wouldn’t youworry about, you know, stuff showing?”Sherry looked at Annie, and asked “Do you worry about anything showingwith those short pants?”Annie pouted, as she answered, “I don’t know if anyone would notice. There isn’t a lot to see yet.”Then Sherry pointed to me, and said “Jeff and I noticed. Not that youcan see a lot under them, it just comes really close.””Hmm,” Annie hummed. “Jeff, did you notice anything showing that youliked?””Well, Sherry helped by pointing it out to me. I happen to like howthey look on you.””You told Jeff about ‘this?’” Annie asked, as she pointed towards theedge of her hot pants. Then, she slid them down a little from the top,showing nothing but bare skin. No panties, for certain, though weknew that already. Not so far as to show her pussy slit, but I couldsee the rise in the middle, and a little bit of body hair, not a bush,just one or two sticking up out of her pants. Sherry surprised me byanswering “Yes, I thought he’d appreciate it.”Then Sherry’s mom called, and Sherry said, “Bye, have fun!”, as sheand Maureen went off.Leaving me alone with Annie, who’d just practically showed me her barepussy here on the sidewalk. I had to walk home with her, of course,with my hard-on still present, and Annie still excited by thissituation too. Sherry told me to have fun, too.We walked away holding hands, not talking for some time, until we gotpassed our school and on the way to her house. Annie teased me somemore about how ‘hot’ she felt in her hot pants, even though it was alittle cold outside. I didn’t know what would happen when we got toher house, if she would kiss me or not. But this was sure exciting,and I felt that I really liked Annie a lot for doing this kind ofthing with me.

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