Date: Tue, 07 Sep 1999 19:03:17 CDT From: Chris Warner Subject: Linda Linda By Christine Larkin Five O'clock. I feel awful. My homework's not done, I have to babysit tonight, which means I'll get little work done until I'm back home. But I just feel awful about myself. The gloomy weather doesn't help. I feel like my body is out of control. It's growing in way's I'm not used to. I've got acne, which makes me feel ugly. I've got a crush on a boy at school, and he won't look at me. I feel miserable. To add to my despair, I had to listen to my best friend, Linda, talk about sex. She seemed to know so much and I knew nothing. Linda mentioned how her boyfriend Robert had felt her up one day after school. She said it made her so hot that when she went to bed that night, she rubbed herself between her legs. I didn't know what she was talking about. She looked at me like I was crazy. "You've never masturbated!" Embarrassed, I blushed, and said, "I guess not." Then she told me how guys did it and what happened. She called it cum and said it was a white colored liquid that came out of their penis. I didn't understand. It was confusing and made me wonder about myself and guys. I wanted to know more; it sounded interesting, but.... The more I thought about it, the more I felt like an alien. I didn't know my body and, it seemed, I didn't know myself. Seven O'clock. I'm at my cousin's house. He's eight years-old and a bit of a holy terror. My aunt Peg asks if I could give Anthony a bath before he goes to bed. I groan inside, but tell Peg it's no problem. When My aunt and uncle leave, I try to study, but little Anthony is determined to have some fun. So I give in, put the books away, and play games with him. Suddenly, it's 8:30 and I realize Anthony better have his bath or he'll never go to bed at a reasonable time. So I begin the bath and plop him in. Anthony gets silly in the tub, which is nothing new, but this time, he's a bit brazen. He jumps up and down, splashing, waving his little penis in my face. I try to ignore him, but then he spreads his legs, leans over and starts to pull his little cock down. "Look Andrea," he said, "I'm a cow being milked." I'm watching my cousin do this and I begin to wonder, can he cum, as Linda said? Before I have a chance to ponder this thought, Anthony asks if I want to milk him? I've stopped thinking at this point, curiosity is my only driving force, and I drop the bar of soap I had been slowly massaging in my hands and reach up. "Sure Anthony," I almost whisper, and begin to massage and stroke his little penis. Anthony laughs and starts to moo. I can feel his little member begin to stiffen and he giggles again. "It tickles," he exclaims. "Does it feel good," I ask, as I slowly work my soapy hands up and down his erect phallus. Anthony nods vigorously, a large grin on his face. I try to recall how I had seen farmers milk cows in films, trying to copy their steady squeezing and stroking of the udder. His penis is now harder and thicker than before. The skin is incredibly smooth and his balls feel tight, but round. I'm enthralled with my cousin's penis and testicles, the way they feel and how they've changed since I began milking him. I realize my heart is beating fast and I feel slightly dizzy. I look up at Anthony who is still standing in the bathtub water, now leaning over and grasping the side of the tub. He, too, looks dizzy. He's not talking anymore, just looking down at my soap-covered hand and his penis. I notice his pelvis is beginning to move in unison with my milking. Suddenly, he begins to shake and nearly loses his balance. As he does so, I feel a twitching sensation in his penis. Nothing comes out. No white liquid, like Linda said. But Anthony is now sitting in the tub, looking dazed and out of breath. I ask if he liked being milked and he responds, "that was cool." I explain milking has to stay a secret and if he's my friend, he'll be sure to keep it a secret. "Oh I will, Andrea," he exclaims. Already, I notice that Anthony is much quieter. By the time I get him into his pajamas and into bed, he's practically asleep. As I leave his room, I'm thinking, half-seriously, "this milk-the-cow game could be useful in quieting down little Anthony the holy terror. But that thought only flits into my mind, before it's replaced by what took place in the tub. I can't believe what I just did. At the same time, I'm quaking with excitement. My mouth is dry and I can't stop thinking about what Linda said when she got excited by her boyfriend's feeling hands. "I rubbed myself," she had said. "Where?" I asked innocently. "Between the legs, silly," she retorted. Instead of going downstairs, I turn right and enter my aunt's and uncle's bedroom. It's a big room, much bigger than mine. It reminds me of a hotel room. Everything in place, the bed made, no clothes or books on the floor, like my room. I lie down on the big bed with it's fancy, fake quilt. I unbutton my jeans and slip my hand into my panties. I begin rubbing myself between my legs. The room is dark and quiet and I don't know what I'm doing. Yes, I feel something down there. I feel the tufts of my pubic hair, I feel the lips of the slit to my vagina and I feel wet. But I'm too nervous to go any further. The room makes me nervous, with its cleanliness and meticulousness. I button my pants and return downstairs. The next day, about three-thirty in the afternoon. School's over and I'm walking home with Linda. We're talking about this and that. I change the subject and, with a nervous laugh, I tell Linda about my cousin's bath and our game of "milk the cow." She's flabbergasted by what I did. I try to treat it like it was nothing more than a rather silly game, that just happened to involve my 8 year-old cousin's penis. I groan inside, realizing how perverted I must sound to my best friend. But Linda doesn't belittle me. She wants to know the details. I tell her and mention nothing came out of his penis. "Of course not silly, he's only 8 years old!" she said. "How old does a boy have to be," I ask. Linda says she didn't know, but seems surprised that he experienced the "big O" as she calls it. Then she asks if it made me hot. My face tingles with a growing blush and I nod. "Did you, you know, relieve yourself," she continues. I stammer that I tried, but didn't feel comfortable in their house. "No need to blush, Andrea, I would have been soaking in my jeans," giggles Linda. By this time, my feelings are exhausted and all I want is answers. "Linda, how do you masturbate? I mean, what do you do?" I ask openly. This time, Linda blushes at my bluntness. She pauses and then smiles and asks if I will come home with her. Four O'clock. I'm in Linda's room. Our little bits of dialogue have slowly melted away. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but my desire to find out is very strong. If my little cousin Anthony can experience the "Big O" with a little help, then I can too -- with a little help. I just hope Linda doesn't chicken out. "I can show you," she says slowly, "but you have to do what I say." I nod my head in acquiescence. Linda asks me to take off my jeans and panties and then sit on the bed. When I'm ready, Linda climbs on the bed and then slides up behind me, her front to my back, her legs along side mine. "Open your legs and lean back on me," she mumurs. We're like spoons in a drawer, my body nestled into hers. I can feel Linda's breasts through her t-shirt and her head rests on my shoulder. She's looking down at what she's about to do. Linda whispers in to my ear to relax and close my eyes. I realize I'm shaking, but there's no going back. Soon, I feel Linda's hand caress my abdomen and then lower. I shudder when she touches me between the legs for the first time. My heart is pounding and through the roar of the blood in my ears, I hear Linda whisper something about a button, she calls it the "clit." She rubs there, softly with a circular motion. I feel a warm, glowing sensation build in my loins. I realize I must be wet, because her fingers are starting to slide around the lips and into my vagina. As Linda does this, she hugs me with her other arm and I have this sensation of being safe. My heart is pounding from the excitement now and I feel like I'm slipping out of control. First my voice begins to moan with my deepening breath and my hips start to roll with the rhythm of Linda's fingers. Her arm, once across my waist, has moved and I can feel her begin to rub my breasts through my shirt. The sensations are wild, frenzied and entirely new. I've never felt so alive in my life. Suddenly, I'm gasping as my body shudders with pangs of delight. I feel waves of joy and pleasure sweep over me as Linda clings to me with one hand over my breasts, the other massaging and caressing my clit, my button. I feel joy, I feel beautiful.