Summer nap


It was my fifteenth summer when they came up to my
room for the first time together, Gayle and Cathy:

I cut the grass that hot July afternoon, and then
went upstairs to take a nap. It was Saturday, and I had been
up particularly early that morning to deliver my papers and
collect. After finishing some chores and the grass, and
taking my shower, I was pretty well pooped.

Mom was in the basement ironing clothes, and there
wasn't anything else I had to do until after supper, so I
went to bed for a while. I heard the two girls giggling
and whispering on the stairs--trying to sneak up on me,
I guessed.

They weren't doing such a great job of it because I
wasn't really asleep yet, and they were incapable of stealth.
Gayle was twelve, going on thirteen in about two weeks, and
Cathy was only eleven.

I remember that Gayle's birthday would be in July,
because I had given her a little gift the year before. It
was a gold-plated sterling birthstone bracelet, not very
expensive, but she really seemed to like it--and I noticed
that she wore it almost all the time. I had bought it for
my girlfriend, but then we broke up before I ever got to
give it to her.

Gayle had admired it one time when she was visiting
me up in my room (she lived across the street and pretty much
had the run of our house), so I had just made her a present
of it on an impulse. Her birthday had been coming up in a
week or so, anyway, so I had an excuse to give it to her.

Besides, you couldn't exactly give a birthstone
bracelet to somebody who wasn't born that month, so she
was the only candidate. It looked good with her jet-black
hair and blue eyes. I remember feeling glad I had decided
to let her have it.

She certainly seemed to appreciate it, I'll say
that! She had given me a kiss on the cheek and a long hug,
and I remember noticing that she was starting to fill out
just a little bit. She had just the beginning of little
mounds the size of marshmallows where her breasts would
be, and I felt them against my chest when she hugged me
that day--a year before.

I hadn't really seen, before then, that she was
starting to grow up. I do remember feeling my cock starting
to rise while she was still holding me, though. Maybe it was
my imagination, but I think she noticed it, too. She kind
of "accidently" rubbed her hip against it before she finally
broke away and ran downstairs to show the bracelet to her
brother Bobby. He was playing cards with a couple of the
other neighborhood kids that afternoon, in our kitchen.
Our house seemed to be the local meeting place.

But this particular afternoon, a year later, I
already had my hard-on when I heard them on the stairs. It
was in my fifteen year-old nature that, whenever I tried to
take a nap or go to sleep for any reason, I started to
daydream about sex, and this was no exception.

I had taken a shower, and was wearing just
jockey-type briefs. I don't remember what I had been
thinking about exactly, but I do remember that I had been
playing with my cock with my hand under the waistband of
my briefs, and that I already had a raging erection when
I first heard them giggling. Everything was quiet for half
a minute or so, but then I heard the door opening slowly,
and their excited breathing.

I guess my mom had told them that I was trying to
take a nap, or they would have just bounded up the stairs
as usual. I was kind of embarrassed by the hard-on, and I
didn't want them to see it, so when I heard them at the
door, I turned on my left side and pulled my knees up a
little so it wouldn't show under the sheet.

Of course, I pretended to be asleep. Cathy went over
and sat in my desk chair, across the room from my bed, took
a pencil, and started drawing or writing something. I could
see between my very-slightly-open eyelids that it was Cathy
at the desk with her long, blonde hair, and dressed in shorts.
Gayle had on a short red skirt and a white elastic top, and
came over to stand by my bed.

She gave my arm a little shake
and said, "David? David? Are you awake?" I decided to remain
"asleep." I had no shirt on, and the sheet covered me from
mid-belly down. I don't know if it looked as if I were naked,
but I could tell soon enough that Gayle decided to find out!
I felt her hand's warmth under the sheet.

Cathy was busy at the desk, and paying no attention
to what was going on over by the bed; but the back of Gayle's
right hand, slowly creeping, soon found its way to my
throbbing cock.

Of course, I had anticipated its arrival, and now my
hard-on was like a rock! Her fingers preceded the back of her
hand, and they had barely brushed the side of my erection
before the knuckles arrived, and elevated my cock at least
an inch. When she realized what it was, Gale stopped cold.

Her breathing stopped, too. I am sure she was afraid
that she would wake me up. Not a chance, Gayle! I wasn't waking
up and scaring her away! This was interesting! I don't think
my cock has ever been so alive before, or since.

I strained, and made it jump a little. Now, that got
her attention! Her hand jerked back like it had been burned!
But only a few inches. She stayed perfectly still for about
fifteen seconds, and then I felt her hand creeping back. My
cock could feel its warmth from two or three inches away,
even through my thin briefs--that's how I knew.

This time, though, it was her fingers that touched
me first, about halfway down the shaft, and on the underside,
since I was basically facing her with my knees pulled up a
bit. She rubbed ever-so-gently up and down along the shaft
with the backs of her fingers, kind of getting an idea of
the dimensions of it, I suppose.

Then she pressed against it with her knuckles
two or three places along its length, as if she were testing
the hardness. When she got to the head of it, just below the
elastic of my shorts, my peter jumped again. Reflex this
time--I couldn't have helped it if I'd wanted to--but this
time, she only pulled away for a second.

Gayle had been studying my face up to now, to be
sure I was asleep, but I saw her eyes become fixed on the
sheet beneath which she was feeling me up, though there
wasn't really anything she could see. She studied it,
though, as if she had x-ray vision. Maybe she was thinking
about her next move.

I had pre-cum pouring out of me at that point! As
a matter of fact, I could have come in an instant with just
a little directed stimulation. My shorts were wet all around
the head of my cock now, and Gayle noticed that.

Her fingers brushed against the wetness casually
in the course of getting my dimensions, but then came
back and began to concentrate on the area which was wet
and getting wetter. Every time she would drag her fingers
over the rim of the head of my pulsating organ, it would
jump a little.

She seemed to like that, and took to rubbing the whole
head of it gently back and forth with her fingertips, through
my briefs. It felt great! I had never even been touched
by a girl before; just by myself.

I was always fairly vigorous with my jacking off, but
Gayle seemed about to make me come by just rubbing barely
perceptibly across the tip of my cock.

My charade of being asleep was, I thought, failing me.
My breathing had quickened considerably, and I couldn't suppress
a little groan when she had rubbed back and forth over the head
of my seat of pleasure. My cock was beginning to hurt from being
confined by the briefs.

I turned on my back, away from Gayle, and as I did so,
I quickly and secretly re-arranged my cock a bit--at least so
it wasn't bent--with my right hand. Now the head was actually
underneath the elastic of my briefs, and pulled the elastic
away from my belly a bit. It didn't take Gayle long to
find it.

After I turned on my back, and after a minute's pause,
she began gently to rub my belly, starting around my belly button,
and up and down in widening circles.

She had pulled the sheet up, not down, with her left
hand as she started this. Her right hand, stroking up and down
across my belly, didn't take long to encounter the head of my
prick. When she did, she stopped with her hand against it, and
her fingers under the waistband of the briefs.

She kind of had the head of it trapped between her thumb
and the base of her second finger, and she started to give little
squeezes which would make it jump again every time. It felt
wonderful!

This time, though, I was sure it didn't scare her any
longer. She ran the whole palm of her hand over the head of my
prick, after slowly working her hand under the elastic band of
my shorts, then grasped the shaft of it with her whole hand,
and pulled ever so gently--just kind of playing with it. That
gave her a slick palm, though, for sure! I felt it squirt, a
glob of pre-cum probably the size of a small marble.

She must have felt it, too, because first she dragged
her fingers over the head while closing her fist, then she took
her fist out from under the sheet and opened it up, studying it.
She then took the index finger of her left hand and kind of
rubbed back and forth in the goo, testing, I'm sure, how slick
it was--and then...she tasted it!

I'll remember that scene for the rest of my life! One
of my life's little freeze frames--and I can see it as clearly
as if it happened ten minutes ago, though now it has been ten
years. She kind of contemplated her right palm for a few seconds,
rubbed that pre-cum with the left index finger and looked at the
little sticky string it made, and then suddenly brought the
palm up to her mouth, sniffed it, and licked it. Just a little
lap at first with the tip of the tongue, but then she gave it
a frank lick. It was as if she liked it, and I think she did.
I was really into this now, and I was delighted when she decided
to go after more:

This time she used both hands. The left went to the
waistband of the shorts and slowly, slowly, pulled them down
in front, while the right frankly grabbed my cock--gently, with
fingers around the far side and thumb in front. The sheet was
pulled down until my cock was half-exposed to daylight. She
didn't like this (perhaps because she didn't want Cathy
to be onto this game) so she quickly took the upper hand off
my penis and tugged the sheet up again. The left hand was
still on the waistband and was brushing my balls.

This evidently excited her interest, because now
she took both hands and ever-so-slowly pulled my briefs
down to below the level of my balls. I had wondered whether
she really thought I was asleep; but it was obvious that she
did: anyway, it seemed like she was taking no chances. I could
hardly detect the movement as she pulled my briefs down. It
must have taken her two minutes to do it, but she finally got
them down, all right. It was tough waiting for her to get on
with it!

She explored the balls with the left hand while she
resumed the grip on the shaft with her right. Her touch was
so light on my testicles that it was almost like she was just
tickling the few hairs I had down there. Then she gently kind
of jacked the right hand up toward the head of my cock, and
pre-cum literally poured out, down over her hand and up to
stain the outside of the sheet.

I remember that it really felt great! There was
quite a wad built up, and I could feel it exit the end of my
cock like a little coming. She quickly wiped off the slippery
head with her fingers (and that felt divine!) to prevent more
getting on the sheet. I think my hips kind of twitched when
she did that. I couldn't help it, even though I was trying to
stay perfectly still because I didn't want her to stop!

"What's that?" said Cathy, noticing the tent and the
wet spot on the sheet, even from across the room. She had
evidently been watching only for a few seconds. "Shhh!"
responded Gayle, "Com'ere and I'll let you see, but you gotta
promise to keep quiet--he's asleep!" "O.K!, whispered Cathy,
and she got up, went to the door and locked it before she came
over to the bed! A little conspirator, that one!

When she got there, there wasn't much to see. Gayle
had both hands under the sheet--that was about it. Didn't keep
Cathy from finding out, though.

She climbed up on the bed and started feeling my cock
through the sheet. Gently, but it was obvious that she knew what
this was all about. "Uuuuu,neat!" she whispered, "His thing is real
hard! I saw my brother Tommy playing with his, once, when he was in
the bathroom, and it looked hard, too. He was taking a long time,
so I looked through the keyhole and saw him pulling on it! Let's
pull the sheet down! I want to see it good!"

Gayle didn't say anything, but took her right hand out
from under the sheet and started pulling her side down real slowly.
Cathy got the idea, and did her side at the same time, lifting the
sheet up so that it didn't drag along my belly. They carefully
laid the sheet down about mid-thigh, leaving me totally exposed.
The air was cool on my wet cock.

"Gaaah!" whispered Cathy, "he has lots of hair around it!
And look! The end of it's purple!"

"Yeah," said Gayle, sounding a little short of breath,
"and look at the clear stuff there on the end--it's real slicky!
Mary Hillman told me stuff comes out when guys are real excited.
That's the stuff that has the seeds in it."

"Well, MAYbe. . ," said Cathy, ". . .but the stuff I saw
come out of Bobby's didn't look clear like that, and a whole lot
came out at one time. It shot up in the air! About a glassful!"
I really think she remembered it as being that much. She must
have been impressed.

"Oh, yeah?" whispered Gayle? "Well, what did that stuff
look like?"

"It looked like kind of runny paste to me," responded
Cathy, "like we use in art to make paper shiny."

"Watch this," said Gayle, and she touched the end of
my cock with her finger, stringing out the pre-cum to what
must have been six inches.

"Oh!" breathed Cathy, "You made his thing jump!"

"Yeah. It jumps if you touch it on the end, or if you
squeeze it. Go ahead, but don't do it hard!" Gayle whispered.

Cathy started exploring like Gayle had before. She gave
the end a little pinch, and my cock jumped again. She liked that,
and repeated it three or four times. Then, she started gently
petting and stroking my cock, like it was a cocker spaniel
instead of a cock! She explored my balls with her fingers, and
gave them a little squeeze, too. I could see Gayle, and I could
see what Cathy was doing, but I couldn't see her face, because my
head was turned slightly to my left, and I didn't dare move it.

Gayle had her left hand resting on my thigh just below
my balls, but it was her right hand that got my attention. She
had her right foot resting on the bed frame, which elevated her
right knee, splayed over to the right. Her hand was under her
skirt, and inside her panties. I could see that she was rubbing
her little pussy very slowly as she watched Cathy petting and
playing with my prick. Her breathing was rapid, and her eyes
were bright.

"CATHY!" came a shout from downstairs. "YOUR MOM WANTS
YOU!" It was Bobby's voice; I recognized it. Gayle's hand came
out of her pants like she had been caught with her hand in a
cookie jar. You could hear the slap of the elastic against her
belly. Cathy froze for a second, then quickly scooted down and
hopped off the end of the bed and ran to the door, unlocking it.
She stuck her head out and half-shouted back, "O.K.! Just a
sec!" Turning to Gayle, she whispered, "See you later! Be
careful--don't wake him up!"

"O.K.! said Gayle, "I gotta go home in a minute, too."
As Cathy exited, Gayle went over to the door, turned the knob
and shut it silently, and then slowly turned the lock in the
center of the knob to lock it again.

That pleased me greatly! I don't think I have ever felt
so horny before, or since, that afternoon. I certainly didn't
want her to go home in a minute: but I don't think she really
meant it when she told Cathy that.

Because now, wonder of wonders, Gayle reached under her
short skirt and pulled off her underpants! She stepped out of
them, and walking around to the side of the bed, put them under
the sheet, next to my knee. Next, she went to the foot of the
bed, and slowly, slowly, crawled up to lie beside me, on my
right side, with her head propped up on her left hand, just
opposite the head of my prick.

She gently put her hand around my cock again, and slowly
began working the loose skin up and down the shaft, never quite
pulling it all the way over the head, but pulling it up slightly
over the rim--enough that it felt great. If she had kept it up
another ten strokes, I swear I would have shot all over the place!
It felt like I was living on the edge of the biggest come of my
life, anyway.

Then she really tried me. She leaned over, and put her leg
across mine, with her little pussy pressed against my right thigh,
hot and wet, then pulled my prick slightly toward her, and kissed
the head of it. Next, she licked the little slit in the end of it,
gathering up the pre-come with the tip of her tongue. My prick
jumped again, then, I'll tell you! It didn't move far, though,
because she had a pretty good hold on it with that right hand. I
couldn't help it: a little sigh escaped my lips when she did
it. That made her freeze for about half a minute.

But then she sat up, and moving very slowly, straddled me
with her hot little cunt over my balls. I could tell exactly where
it was, because she was just radiating heat. I couldn't see anything,
because her skirt was in the way. She fixed that soon enough, though,
because she wanted to see, too. She pulled the skirt up and rolled
it a couple of times so it would stay out of the way.

Then I had a perfect view of her little cunt. It was the
first time I had ever seen one up close, of course. Her mound was
covered with sparse, fine, straight hairs, which didn't look as
dark as the hair on her head. There weren't enough of them to hide
anything, though, and I could see her little clit, swollen and pink,
tenting up the front part of her pussy lips, which were darker red
and rigid. She was really wet.

You could see that her whole pussy was shining and
slick-looking. She grabbed my cock again, gently, and started
wanking it up and down slowly. At the same time, she took the
middle finger of her other hand and started rubbing the base
of her little clitoris. She did it like she knew what she
was doing.

I think she had done herself before. This went on for
about half a minute, and she started breathing really hard,
then went into a spasm. She let go of my prick, traded hands
on her clit, holding the edge of the skirt up and kind of
pushing in on her stomach with the left hand, while rapidly
rubbing the base of the clit with the middle finger of her
right. Her long, slim legs gripped mine, and she rose up
slightly off my legs at the same time she was gripping
them with her knees.

Her head went back almost like she was looking at the
ceiling. She let out a kind of a strangled, whispered cry, and
then slowly settled back down on my legs, with her pussy
over my delighted balls. She breathed rapidly for a couple
of minutes, and then she kind of relaxed for a while, with
her weight on my legs.

She rested a minute, and then she made my day again.
She slowly waddled forward on her knees until her cunt was over
the mid-shaft of my penis, and gently let herself down on it. I
remember how hot her cunt felt against my cool penis. She stayed
still for a few seconds, then raised up a little and scooted
forward until the head of my prick was right under her clit, and
slowly descended again. Now she started rubbing herself
gently forward and back on the head of my prick.

That was the best feeling I have ever had in my life! I
started moaning slightly. I couldn't help it. Then I blinked my
eyes a few times and opened them as if I were just waking up.
She started to jump up, but I trapped her with my hands on her
hips, under her skirt.

"No!" I whispered, "Don't get up! That feels great! God!
Keep it up!"

She was torn between running and staying, but she couldn't
move, anyway, because I had a good hold on her hips. Finally, she
relaxed a little. I didn't waste any time. I was ready. I started
moving her back and forth again slowly over my cock, while hunching
up at her. In a moment, she started helping.

"Ohhh, David!" she said, "It feels kind of like I have to
pee, and kind of like I need to do it faster!"

"Faster!" I said. I could feel the little lump of her clit
slide over the head of my cock, and then the major heat and tingle
as her little hole bumped over it, back and forth, again and again.
Her legs started to grip me harder and I could hear her breathing
getting really fast again. Then it happened. She started to come
again--and as she did, she picked up the pace even more. She leaned
forward and put her hands on my chest. Almost her whole weight was
pressing against my prick, and she was hunching at it spasmodically.

And then, I came. I mean, BigTime!

The white cum squirted out from under her pussy onto my
pubic hair once, twice, three times in great gobs. It looked as if
she were the one doing the squirting from the area of her clit. The
parts where we were in contact became instantly even more slicky,
and I felt the head of my prick enter her little hole just an inch
or so on two or three of her spasmodic strokes. She would pull back
a little bit when that happened, but didn't seem to suffer any great
pain. She was too busy coming, herself. In a few moments, she stopped
the hunching at me, and just collapsed forward onto my chest with
her forehead against my neck, and started sobbing.

"What's wrong?" I said. "I hope I didn't hurt you!"

I was in a little bit of a panic. I didn't want to think I
had damaged her permanently! And I didn't know whether maybe I had
broken something. I wasn't too sophisticated about all that, at
the time. I had heard you could make a girl bleed, but she hadn't
done any bleeding.

"Oh, no!" she sobbed, "It just felt soooo good."

I hugged her a little and held her close to me. I rubbed
her bottom gently with both hands for a minute after that. "Gayle,
I loved it! That was sooo great! We can't tell anyone about this,
though! We might get in trouble."

"I'm not going to tell anybody, you silly!" she murmured,
her jaw moving against my chest, "You might not ever let me do it
again! That white stuff is come--the seed stuff--right? Does it
feel real good when it comes out? You sounded like it did!"

"Oh, I'll let you do it again, all right," I said, "And
yeah--that white stuff is come. It feels really great when it comes
out, but we've got it all over everything!"

"I'll help clean it up!" she said. She reached under the
sheet and got her panties, which were pale yellow cotton. First,
she wiped herself between the legs, and then wiped the come off
the bottom of her stomach and her pubic hair. Then she cleaned
me up, and gave my softening cock a little kiss. Then, she
hesitated a couple of seconds, gave me a look that was almost
apologetic, and took almost the whole thing in her mouth and
sucked it while she slowly pulled it out with her lips firmly
compressing it.

Gayle seemed to like the taste of my come. At least,
she didn't look as if it bothered her at all to drain the last
couple of drops. My cock got half hard again when she did that.
She kind of flopped it back and forth, playing with it. Then
she gave it a little pat, hopped down off the bed, and put her
soaking panties back on.

"I GOTTA go home," she said, "It's almost suppertime!
See ya tomorrow!"

"See ya," I said. I wanted to ask her what time tomorrow!
But I didn't.

She unlocked the door, and left. I could hear her tromping
down the stairs. She seemed to be in a great mood.

I was, too! I think I loved her a lot just then.

And that was their first visit to my room together,
Gayle and Cathy's. It wasn't their last. I was a lucky young man,
that summer. For the next couple of years, really . . . .

Hey--they were lucky, too. I made a great plaything!

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