Welcome to the third in a series of short stories based on my own real experiences. Please note that in this one the sex is pure fiction. This story was inspired by a real situation with real kids, but none of the fun stuff ever really happened. It's the fun I wish I had, which maybe coulda happened if...
Who am I kidding? Not a chance.
The WSC stories adhere to no particular timeline, and I'm a kid again in this one. It involves two boys and two girls, age 12, and thus belongs in the Bisexual/Young Friends section.
For the record I do not advocate breaking the law. If we're sitting in jail the assholes win.
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Gamin Paramour, 2021
"Alright people, settle down," commanded our science teacher, Mr. Cole.
This was the big time now, Junior Fucking High, and we were not to be called boys and girls anymore.
"Today we are beginning our first group project," he pronounced. "Here's how it will work: You will divide yourselves into groups of four and choose a topic from the list on the board. We happen to have equal numbers of male and female students in this class, so each group will consist of two boys and two girls. There will be no exceptions."
OK, so maybe sometimes we were still boys and girls. We were barely 12, after all.
"You will divide the work fairly but work together as a team. You will create a presentation and deliver it to the class during the week before Thanksgiving break, four weeks from now. You will all participate in the final presentation and you will be graded as a team. Are there any questions?"
Little hands flew toward the ceiling but Todd and I just smiled at each other. We were both among the smarter kids in the class and I figured even if we got stuck with dumb girls we would still ace the project.
"Who do you want to pick?" I asked him.
"Well," he said, a bit hesitantly. "I kind of like Angela Henshaw. She's real cute, and I've been thinking about asking her to the sock hop next week."
I kept my face neutral but inside my stomach dropped a little. Not that I had any reason to believe that Todd might like boys, or even that I particularly wanted him to, but it always came as a small blow to confirm that the pool of potential gay hookups was one boy smaller.
"Her best friend is Jennifer Walton," he continued. "She's not as cute as Angela, but she's pretty cute, don't you think?"
"Yeah," I said, "but will they be any good for the project? We can't have a couple of dummies even if they are cute."
"Who are you callin' a dummy?" came a high voice. "I'll bet I get as good of grades as you!"
I spun around to find Angela one foot behind me. Todd was right; she was a very cute girl, tall and slim with long light brown hair, pretty brown eyes and absolutely no chest of any kind. Actually none of the girls in the class had any chest to speak of, except for Judith the fat girl and those were all blubber.
To be fair, Judith was really very nice and I had nothing against her at all, but the reality was she was getting crazy big at 12 years old. I was no one to talk though, being a smidge on the plus side myself.
Maybe a smidge and a half.
"I didn't call anybody a dummy," I said defensively. "I just said we don't want dummies in our group."
"Well me and Jennifer don't want dummies in our group, either," she said, nodding to a shorter and, to my mind, cuter girl with short dark hair, deep blue eyes and a really nice smile.
Mind you, these were mere anthropological observations to me, like Dian Fossey with the gorillas in the mist. At just-turned-twelve I had zero romantic or sexual interest in girls. It wasn't a "cooties" thing; I had outgrown that some time before. I just liked boys instead.
I was quite comfortable with it by then, having realized my attraction at around age eight. I still hadn't done anything with anyone, boy, girl or otherwise, but I knew I wanted to and somehow I knew it was OK -- that it didn't mean I was evil or mentally ill or anything. It was just different; what I would later come to know was called a "normal variant" of human sexuality. I fully accepted that I was gay, though that word wasn't yet used in suburban junior high schools in 1966.
As an insult the word of choice was "homo."
Make no mistake, I understood completely that this was the nuclear weapon of insults and to be feared much more than the plague, and so I kept that information strictly under wraps. No one could know, which also explained why I was still inexperienced.
Even a gay boy can tell a cute girl when he sees one despite the lack of reaction below the belt, and these two fit the bill. I glanced at Todd, whose eyes were dreamily fixed on Angela. He was no doubt experiencing a south-of-the-border effect and I felt a pang of anxiety.
Not jealousy. I had no special interest in Todd and he could marry Angela tomorrow for all I cared, but I worried how a besotted boy would fare trying to do a science project with the object of his desire right across the table.
Todd was not the best-looking boy in my class -- far from it, in fact. He wasn't ugly, or even goofy-looking like some of the incoming 7th graders, just not especially cute. His body was very, very medium; neither fat nor thin, tall nor short, muscular nor scrawny. He had (my least-favorite) jet-black hair with (my least-favorite) short straight bangs and (my least-favorite) pitch-black eyes.
You may detect a pattern here.
It wasn't all negative. Those black eyes gleamed with intelligence and his full lips looked eminently kissable, not that Todd had ever given the slightest indication that I might get to sample them, and now with him mooning over Angela it seemed even less likely.
We had been classmates and friendly enough since 6th grade when my family moved into Todd's elementary school district. Our town didn't have middle school back in the 60's, but rather K thru 6 in elementary school and 7th and 8th in junior high. Eight different grade schools fed into our junior high so on day one we only knew one-eighth of the kids.
In the first minutes of our first gym class in the much bigger new school Todd and I found ourselves the only boys each other recognized. In the scramble to pick lockers we instinctively grabbed adjacent places for the relative safety of familiarity.
Minutes later we found several other boys from our old school but the coach had already shown himself to be a hard-ass and we didn't even consider trying to switch lockers to be with closer friends. It was fine, really, because Todd and I got along OK and it was only a few minutes twice a day dressing in and dressing out, so we didn't rock the boat.
I, of course, practically lived for those few minutes twice a day. Showers after gym had been mandatory since the 5th grade and I had spent those two years reveling in the heavenly visions of my deliciously pre-pubertal peers.
It had always been thus for me. It was the hairless, youngest-looking boys that totally spun my starter. They were so fucking cute!
In that first gym class of junior high I couldn't help noticing a pubic hair or three on a very few of the 12-year-olds. It was both interesting to observe and depressing to realize that my Happy Place had begun getting less happy, but 95% of the boys were still beautifully hairless and still made my day.
Todd was among them. His smooth nude body was fun to observe from my locker one foot away and happily he wasn't shy, sometimes standing for several minutes conversing with another kid and making no effort to conceal himself. I sat on the bench -- a better angle for close-up viewing -- pretending to listen to their conversation but really taking the opportunity to stealthily examine my friend.
Between Todd's legs the watchword was "loose," as his long (for this group) slim four-inch penis hung limply over free-hanging balls the size of robin's eggs. The phrase "swinging dick" could have been coined for Todd, an extremely rare attribute for an utterly pre-pubertal tween, most of whom sport springy little thingies that may bounce a little but would never be described as swinging.
I myself had begun to sprout wispy little pubes in the middle of 5th grade and entered 7th with a bush one could plant in a hedgerow. My balls were pretty close to adult-sized already but my dick appeared quite small, being the textbook definition of a grower (rather than a show-er.) I was occasionally teased about it and would have been happy to demonstrate the much more impressive dimensions it attained when excited, but not in a group, not in the showers. That would provoke nuclear retaliation; the dropping of the H-bomb.
That's H as in "Homo."
If I could give that demonstration one-to-one in a bedroom, or a basement, or a backyard tent... Now you're talkin'!
Our proximity in gym class gave rise to a genuine friendship, and weeks later when it came time to pick project partners in Earth Science it felt natural for me to choose Todd. I still held my breath against his possible rejection, but instead he smiled and said, "Sure!" and our bond deepened.
And thus we faced Angela and her indignation.
"They're not dummies," Jennifer spoke up in a lovely high voice. "I passed back the quiz papers this morning in Math class and they both got 100s."
Angela didn't say anything but I could see it was killing her. That thought made me consider trying what my Mom called "killing them with kindness."
"You guys probably got 100s too," I said.
Jennifer piped up again, "She got a 98 and I got a 96," at which point Angela shot her friend a withering look.
"Well we did!" Jennifer said and Angela's lips tightened some more.
"Those are still A's," I said, hoping to mollify her for Todd's sake. "It's easy to get one or two wrong, just kind of by accident."
"Yeah," Todd added unexpectedly, having been self-consciously silent since the girls walked up. "A couple of the questions were confusing." Angela considered for a moment and then her expression softened.
"Yeah, they were, weren't they?" she said. Then turning to the board she asked, "So which topic should we do?"
"Come on in, you guys," Todd said as he unlocked the back door to his house. "Nobody's home so we can work anywhere, but I think the dining room table is probably best."
"You get to stay home alone?" Jennifer asked with a touch of awe.
"Yeah," Todd replied casually. "My parents don't get home from work until about six. My sister used to watch me but she went away to college this year and talked them into letting me stay by myself."
"Nice," Jennifer said. "My parents are bad that way," she griped. "My Mom is home after school, but if they go out to dinner or something I still have to have a babysitter. I'm twelve! Some girls my age are babysitters!"
"Don't feel bad, Jen," Angela said. "I don't get to stay home alone either."
We set ourselves up around the dining room table and began laying out the project. We had settled on the topic of Plate Tectonics, the way the Earth's crust shifts around and makes earthquakes. The girls were very bright and soon we had ideas flying back and forth, all four of us contributing. Any concerns I might have had about getting stuck with "dummies" were completely gone.
After an hour we decided that we couldn't go any further until we did some library research, so we divided it up fairly evenly and said we would meet again in three days.
"You wanna stay a little while and hang out?" Todd asked, ostensibly to the group but looking directly at Angela. "It's not even four o'clock."
We exchanged glances all around until Angela smiled and said, "Sure, OK."
"Let's go down to the rec room," Todd suggested. "There's a TV and a stereo there."
We trooped behind Todd down a set of stairs off the kitchen. The basement was pretty nicely finished with carpeting and knotty-pine paneling, a bar with stools and a dart board on the wall. Todd gestured to a sofa and two overstuffed chairs flanking a coffee table. All had seen better days, but were serviceable.
"Have a seat!" he said a little more grandly than was called for.
Jennifer and I sat in the adjacent chairs and Angela sat on the sofa. Todd bustled around the stereo and soon the room filled with "I've Just Seen A Face" by The Beatles, which I knew very well thanks to my older brother introducing me to the Rubber Soul album a few months earlier.
(For Brits and purists this is the inferior Capitol release we had in the States.)
"Oooh, I love the Beatles!" Angela gushed. "You have such good taste in music, Todd!"
"My sister bought it for me because she took her copy to college with her," Todd said. "You guys want Cokes?"
"Sure," we all answered more or less in unison, then watched in surprise as Todd grabbed a handle sticking out of the wood paneling that we hadn't noticed until then. It turned out to be the hidden door of a small refrigerator, containing various types of soft drinks and a lot of beer.
"Wow, that's cool!" Angela reacted in delight. "Do you get to drink beer?"
Todd's eyes opened wide. "No!" he said. "I sneaked one once and my Dad got really mad. I wish I never did it because it tasted like shit anyway and I poured it down the sink."
"I kind of like beer," Jennifer said, and I looked at her in surprise. "My Dad gives me sips."
"Me too," I said, and we shared a smile. I found myself liking Jennifer, even if she was a girl.
Todd brought us each Cokes and sat with his at the opposite end the couch.
"You don't have to be way over there," Angela said. "I don't bite, you know."
Jennifer and I shared a look, but Todd and Angela only had eyes for each other. He slid closer to her on the couch and smiled shyly.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, like I didn't belong. Maybe I wasn't entirely cool with my big gay secret.
"There isn't one down here," Todd said. "Go back to the dining room and then down the hall on the right."
"Thanks," I said and rose to leave.
"I have to go too," Jennifer said, and followed me.
When we found the powder room I said, "If you need to go bad I can wait."
"No," she said. "It's OK. You can go first."
By then it actually was starting to get urgent and so I accepted her offer. When I finished I made a point of bustling around and making noise while washing my hands, so she wouldn't wonder if I did it or not. That's still kind of a thing in my mind, whether people are going to think I used the restroom without washing my hands. Weird for a 12-year-old boy I guess, and maybe even weirder for a grown man.
"I'll wait for you, Jennifer," I said, and she smiled sweetly as she passed me going into the bathroom.
As we descended the stairs again the song "Michelle" was playing softly but there were no other sounds. We got down to where we could see and damn if Todd and Angela weren't writhing together on the couch, French kissing like mad!
I turned to Jennifer in shock but she was smiling, in no surprise at all.
"It's only kissing," she said. "Haven't you ever kissed anyone before?"
I considered putting on the usual bullshit show -- Oh, sure, I've kissed lots of girls before -- but there was something in Jennifer's eyes, a complete lack of guile I guess, and I didn't want to lie to her.
"No," I admitted softly. "In second grade there was this girl Natalie who would chase me around the playground trying to kiss me."
Jennifer smiled. "That's really cute," she said. "Did she catch you?"
I chuckled a little. "A couple of times," I admitted, then asked, "Have you ever kissed a boy before?"
She locked eyes with me, debating how to answer. "No," she finally said. "Not a boy."
My eyes widened once again. "Does that mean that you have kissed a girl?"
Jennifer searched my eyes for meanness and apparently found none.
"Yes," she said. "Me And Angela do sometimes, for practice, you know? For when we get older."
I turned back to the gyrating couple on the couch. "I guess Angela decided she was old enough."
Jennifer caught my eye again and gave a sly smile. "We're the same age as her, so we're old enough too then, right?"
My mind raced as I realized the implications. This perfectly cute girl was asking me to kiss her. I didn't especially want to, but if I turned her down what would happen? It wouldn't be good if word got out that I passed up this golden opportunity in the privacy of Todd's rec room when no one was home and it was virtually impossible to get caught.
Jennifer didn't strike me as the type to spread vicious rumors, but Angela would know and she would definitely fuck me up. She might not do it maliciously but she wouldn't be able to stop herself from telling all her girlfriends, and some boys would inevitably get wind of it, and that would trigger a nuclear blast equal to 100 megatons of homo!
I had to kiss her, it was the only way out. And I had to do it convincingly, like I was panting for it the way Todd was with Angela. But what would happen then? Would I have to be Jennifer's boyfriend? Would I have to keep pretending I wanted her, and for how long? All of 7th grade? 8th grade? Until we graduate, get married and have babies?
But what would be so bad about one kiss? She was cute, it wasn't a question of that. I would certainly be interested in her if I was straight or if she was a boy. I could pretend she was a boy but she looked way too girly for that. Still, lips are lips, right? Boys' lips or girls' lips are pretty much the same. At this age there isn't a hell of a lot of difference between boys and girls, at least until you get their pants down.
I was a tall boy and she was slightly short for a girl so I looked down upon her as we stood on the bottom landing of the basement stairs, while she looked up at me with what I fancied was a dreamy expression. I felt us drifting together, pulled by some unseen current. This was going to happen, and all of a sudden I wasn't completely against the idea.
"Whoa! Slow down there, Tiger," we heard, and we both snapped our heads toward the sound.
Angela was pushing Todd away with one palm flat against his chest. Many years later I would hear the perfect phrase to describe it: Giving him the Heisman.
"Sorry," Todd mumbled, turning red in the face and sliding away on the couch. "I'm sorry, Angela."
Angela was smiling and didn't appear mad at all. She sat up straight on the couch and smoothed down her pullover shirt.
"It's OK," she said. "I was having fun, but then you kind of went a little too fast."
Todd turned deeper red, and looked at his shoes.
"You can't help it," Angela said. "You're a boy."
Angela stood and Todd blurted, "Don't go, Angela! I'm really sorry and I won't do it again."
She smiled down at him. "I'm not going," she said. "There's lots more fun things but you don't get to just do them. You have to earn it."
Todd looked at her in confusion. "What does that mean?"
Angela said, "I have to think about it. Come on, Jennifer. Let's go to the bathroom."
"I just went," Jennifer said, but Angela rolled her eyes.
"Just come on!" she said and took Jennifer by the elbow, leading her up the stairs and sighing in affectionate exasperation with her friend. Jennifer made eye contact with me and shrugged, and I shrugged back.
When we were alone I flopped next to Todd on the couch. I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be an equally horny macho stud, so I put on what I hoped looked like a lecherous grin and asked, "You were doing so good! How come she shut you down?"
He looked at me with a combination of embarrassment and pride. "I put my hand up under her shirt," he said quietly. "I was going for some tit."
"You'd have to go pretty far," I said, "like to a whole other girl. Angela doesn't have any tits!"
"Neither does Jennifer," he shot back.
"I know," I said. "I'm not the one who was trying to go for 'em."
He adopted an adorable bad-boy look and said, "I only touched her stomach, but man! It was so soft! I really want to touch her again."
After a few seconds of silence I realized that I was expected to agree, so I said, "Yeah. It would be great to touch Jennifer, too."
"Maybe we can," Todd said. "Angela said we can earn it. Shit, I'd do anything she wants if she'd let me touch her."
"Me too," I agreed out of obligation, and then we fell silent as we heard the girls at the top of the stairs. They didn't realize it, but the walls of the stairwell acted like a megaphone and we clearly heard every word they whispered.
"I don't know about this," Jennifer said. "What if they go through with it?"
"Then we'll do it too," Angela said, her usual authority coming through even in a whisper.
"Really?" Jennifer said, very unsure. "We're only 12!"
"Don't worry," Angela countered. "First of all, they won't do it. Not all of it, anyway. And second, even if they do they can't tell anybody or we'll tell on them!"
"What about... you know, what might happen?"
"Remember what they told us in Health class?" Angela asked insistently. "Neither of us has had a period yet. It can't happen!"
Now you might think that this would have tipped the whole plan for us, listening in rapt attention as the girls plotted, but we boys hadn't had the same Health class as the girls. They split us up and only told the boys about boy stuff and made no direct reference to sexuality at all. They treated the appearance of pubic hair and pimples as if they were of equal importance. Neither of us had ever heard of a period, much less of "what might happen."
"Well..." Jennifer wavered, "OK I guess."
"Cool!" Angela said, pleased to get her way if nothing else. "You know our part will be fun, anyway." At that the girls giggled and began coming down the stairs.
"OK, you guys," Angela said in full-voiced authority. "Here's the deal. We have to be careful about doing things with boys because boys like to go tell all their friends and then rumors spread all over school."
"Yeah!" Jennifer added, authentically ticked off at the disparity. "Boys get treated like heroes and girls get called sluts, when they both did the exact same thing!"
"Have you heard about Samantha Bramley?" Angela asked.
Todd meekly offered, "Isn't she that freshman at Central who put out for the whole football team?"
"That's what they said," Angela replied, "only it never happened! My sister knows Sam and all she ever did was let her boyfriend get to second base. That's it! But he told all his friends they went all the way and then it got bigger and bigger until Sam had to change schools!"
"That's terrible," I said, genuinely appalled.
"It's horrible!" Jennifer said, still pissed. "And it's no fair."
"But we wouldn't do that," Todd said, a note of pleading in his voice. "Would we, Bill?"
"No!" I insisted. "We wouldn't tell anybody."
"That's what Sam's boyfriend said," Angela retorted, "but then he did anyway. That's why we need to make sure."
"How are you gonna do that?" Todd asked.
Angela shared a pregnant pause with Jennifer, who sighed and reluctantly said, "Go ahead with it then."
Angela grinned, a bit evilly I thought, and said, "We're going to have bad things to say about you too, if you say bad things about us."
"What kind of bad things?" I asked skeptically.
"The kind you'd have horrible rumors about if anybody found out," Angela said. "That way we'll all have secrets and nobody can tell anybody anything."
Todd and I looked at each other in mild panic.
"You mean homo stuff, right?" I clarified. "That's the only kind of bad rumors that boys need to worry about."
"Angela, that would be really mean!" Todd argued. "If you think it's so awful to lie about someone and start bad rumors why would you do it to us?"
Angela gave that sly smile again. "We wouldn't be lying," she said. "We'll give you dares, like in Truth or Dare. You have to really do things with each other if you want to do things with us."
Todd looked at me in major confusion. Meanwhile it took every ounce of my restraint not to break into a grin and cry out in happiness. If Todd went for this I would finally do something with another boy! Plus I'd have the excuse that I had to do it in order to get sex with a girl. My straight cover would remain intact! I forced myself to look upset.
"We'll make it fair, though," Angela went on. "Me and Jen will do the same things with each other as you guys have to do. Well, a little different because we're girls, but the same sort of thing."
Suddenly I wanted to see that almost as much as I wanted to get my hands on Todd. I didn't like the look in his eye though, and I thought sure he would never go for it.
"We have to talk this over," I said. "C'mon, Todd. Let's go to the bathroom."
We retreated to the conference room -- I mean the powder room -- and I sat on the toilet lid while Todd leaned against the door with his arms folded defensively across his chest.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Queer stuff, though?" he said in mild anguish, though at least he wasn't cursing and throwing things.
"Yeah, but it's so we get to do stuff with girls," I said, "and it's completely private. Nobody will ever know."
"Yeah," he agreed. "I guess that's the whole point, so nobody can tell."
"And the girls are going to do stuff to each other, too," I pointed out. "I really want to see that."
Todd smiled. "Me too," he said with excitement in his voice. "But exactly how much queer stuff are we talking about? What if they tell you to suck my dick?"
I bristled. "Well maybe they'll tell you to suck my dick!"
"Maybe they'll say both," Todd observed, and we fell silent for a while.
"You said you'd do anything," I reminded him. "And that was just to touch a flat boob. Now we're talking about maybe doing everything!"
Bear in mind that I didn't actually know what everything was.
"Yeah," Todd said. "Shit, I don't know what to do!"
It was tremendously encouraging that he didn't reject the idea out of hand. It meant that on some level he wasn't absolutely opposed to doing stuff with me.
"How about this?" I began. "We'll go along with it for as long as we can stand it. We might have to do some things, but we'll get to watch them do it too. Then when we finally bail out at least we got something out of it."
"You know the very first thing is going to be kissing, right?" Todd said. "Can you do that?"
I pretended to consider while inwardly tamping down my excitement, which wasn't easy looking at his full, kissable lips.
"I think so," I said, and then presented my theory of lips being lips, especially at our age.
"At some point dicks are going to get involved," Todd pointed out, and it occurred to me that he now seemed to be talking me into it rather than the other way around.
"If it gets that far," I said, saving face.
"Right," he agreed. "We could bail before then."
"OK," I said with finality. "I guess we're going to do this."
"I guess we are," Todd said, and smiled uneasily.
We went back downstairs, Todd with a little more spring in his step than I expected. The girls were sitting together at one end of the couch, smiling smugly.
"See," Angela said. "Look at their faces. I told you they'd do it."
We looked at each other in embarrassment, then turned wide smiles toward the girls. We sat together at the other end of the couch, our legs touching even though there was enough room to spread out.
Another encouraging sign.
"OK," Angela began, in the same authoritarian tone Mr. Cole had used when announcing the group project that started all this. "First thing is a good romantic kiss." She looked straight at Todd and said, "I know you know how to do it, and I want to see the same thing when you kiss Bill."
"You girls are going to kiss too, right?" I interjected. "We want to see you do that."
The girls smiled at each other and leaned their cute faces together, wrapped their arms tightly around one another and pressed a deep, passionate kiss even more erotic than Todd and Angela's. They kissed and smacked and slurped and I could see their tongues moving back and forth from one mouth to the other. Jennifer had already told me how they "practiced" kissing, and I observed that practice does indeed make perfect.
"Oh, man!" Todd said and gave me a look. I grinned at him and we both turned back to the girls.
They kissed and kissed, and their hands roamed around the other's back. Finally they pulled away, their happy gaze locked together, and Jennifer leaned back in and pecked Angela's lips a few more times.
I didn't know much about lesbians back then, pretty much just the concept that there were girls who liked girls instead of boys. These girls obviously liked boys, but their attraction to each other looked and felt very authentic too. They sat back and regarded us with anticipation.
"Did you like that?" Angela asked.
"Yeah!" Todd enthused. "That was really hot!" I said nothing but reached down to adjust the steel ingot that had formed in my pants. Angela and Jennifer both noticed and smiled at each other.
"Your turn," Angela said casually, as if there was no decision to be made on our part. It was inevitable.
I turned to Todd and looked into his black eyes. I saw no revulsion there and I smiled. He smiled back and absently licked his lips.
"Go ahead," Angela prompted, and the girls looked on with keen interest.
I locked eyes again with Todd. I saw his assent and leaned in. My lips brushed his for just a second before he pulled back a fraction of an inch, and then to my surprise he pressed forward and locked his lips solidly against mine.
Heaven overcame me and I responded with more ardor than was probably advisable, but it was OK because in seconds Todd moaned and pressed the kiss even more tightly. His tongue came forward and touched mine, surprising the shit out of me and leaving me feeling light-headed enough to swoon. In a second I recovered enough senses to engage with my own tongue and found myself passionately soul kissing a boy for the very first time.
"All right!" Angela exclaimed. "That's it, Todd! Just like you and me did! Kiss him, baby!"
This revved him up all the more and instantly we were sucking and smacking and wrestling our tongues just as the girls had. I felt myself being tipped backwards as Todd leaned me against the arm of the couch, crushing himself against me and kissing me even more deeply. I felt the prod of his stiff cock against my leg and my heart inflated with joy. I was fulfilling a dream at long last, feverishly making out with a boy!
After a couple of minutes I sensed Todd getting self-conscious and gently breaking our kiss. Our eyes met again and we held the gaze for a few more seconds before he pulled back and away.
"Sorry," he whispered, even though the girls were right there and could easily hear him. "Angela wanted me to do it just like I did with her, and she would know if I held back."
Sure I thought, that's the only reason.
"That was great you guys!" Angela said sincerely. "If you do everything that way we're really going to have fun. Now Todd, you and Jennifer switch places so we can do it boy-girl now."
Todd brightened and I put on that supposedly lecherous smile. The time had come. I had to fake this convincingly, which might not be easy so up close and personal with Jennifer, but I had to convince her it was real to get another shot at Todd.
Jennifer stood and Todd scooted toward Angela, then Jennifer slid in next to me. She wore a smile of genuine anticipation and I knew she'd be disappointed if I didn't give her all I had, which could screw up the whole thing.
Behind Jennifer I saw Angela and Todd resume their previous lip-lock, vaulting to full passion in an instant. My eyes came back to Jennifer and her truly beautiful deep blue eyes. Lips are lips I told myself, and I leaned in and engaged.
We started much more slowly, nibbling little kisses at first then gathering heat and becoming deeper. Her lips were soft and pliant, thinner than Todd's but just as delicious, and quickly our passion grew.
It was perfectly fine, really good in fact, and I pushed my tongue into her small mouth to find hers. We played tag with our tongue-tips, then began to swirl them around and suck them each in turn. The slurping and sucking sounds grew louder and I realized in surprise that I was enjoying myself almost as much as with Todd. I missed that steely prod against my thigh, but it was exciting to know that it would be back again in a few minutes.
I wrapped my arms around slim Jennifer and rather liked that I could enfold her so completely. I debated pressing my boner against her leg the way Todd had so thrilled me, but I knew that this was her first time with a boy -- with anybody but Angela in fact -- and by definition there were no erections in girl-girl tomfoolery.
She knew where to find it if she wanted it.
"Come on, you two," Angela said gently. "We don't want to lose track of time."
Jennifer and I pulled apart and exchanged a sweet smile. I hadn't changed my mind about my sexuality, but it hadn't been half bad with a girl. She and Todd switched places again and I saw anticipation in his eyes, which surprised me.
"Let's do this part together," Angela said. "Take the other person's shirt off of them."
I helped Todd off with his pullover shirt to reveal his boyish chest and dark, flat nipples, which of course I'd seen a million times in gym. Then I glanced over at the girls to see Jennifer beautifully naked from the waist up. It didn't even register with me that she hadn't been wearing a bra, but I don't know if even straight boys pay that much attention to girls' clothes.
Jennifer was as slim as could be without being skinny, her chest much flatter than mine with cute little dime-sized aureoles and tiny pinpoint nipples. She looked delightfully childish and also ripe with preadolescent sexuality, and suddenly touching her sounded like great fun.
Todd tugged my shirt tail out of my pants and began unbuttoning it and helping me shuck it off. As always when I'm aroused my big nipples stood out like sharp brown cones, and I wished for Todd to clamp his lips around one and give it a good suck.
"We kissed first so you have to do this first," Angela proclaimed as I ran my eyes over her slim, flat chest. Her nips were bigger and sharper than even mine and I sort of envied Todd the fun he'd have with them. "Rub each other's chest and play with the nipples," she said, "then suck them and nibble them for like a minute."
Todd astonished me by going first, reaching for my chest to gently -- dare I say tenderly -- massage my smooth, hairless skin. I sucked in my breath and thrilled yet again when he leaned in and began to flick his tongue across my left nip. It was exquisite and I gasped out loud. He clamped his full lips around it and sucked and nibbled delightfully, making my cock lurch in my pants.
"Oh, Todd!" I moaned. "That feels so good!" He gave no indication either way, of pleasure or disgust, and simply worked first one nip and then the other. We switched and I licked and sucked my first nipple of either gender. Todd's nips responded a little, growing semi-tumescent between my lips so there was eventually something to flick and suck. He gave no moans or sighs but his body language seemed comfortable and relaxed.
We watched the girls fondle each other's chests simultaneously, until Angela leaned in and tenderly pleasured Jennifer's tiny points. When it was Jennifer's turn she clearly relished her friend's turgid nipples, sucking and biting them with obvious pleasure. Angela purred contentedly and let her suck for much more than a minute.
"OK, switch," Angela finally instructed, and in five seconds Jennifer was back at my side, only this time half naked. I caressed her slim chest, marveling at her tender, smooth skin. I found myself eager to lick and suck her tiny nipples, and while there really wasn't enough to suck and flick, I enjoyed the hell out of pulling the entire aureole into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
We made eye contact and she smiled affectionately, muttering, "I like that, Bill."
I pulled off just long enough to reply, "Me too."
I was so caught up that I forgot to watch Todd having his fun with Angela's proto-boobs, but when he and Jennifer switched places again on the couch he grinned at me like a cartoon cat with a mouse's tail trailing out of its mouth.
After removing our own shoes and socks Angela announced it was time to help each other out of our bottoms. It was the girls' turn to go first and Jennifer stood before her friend, smiling at us as we watched Angela open the fastener and slide the skirt of muted blue and white plaid down Jennifer's cute, childish legs. She steadied her hand on Angela's shoulder and stepped out of the skirt, leaving her in only her tiny lavender panties. Both of my sisters are several years older than me so I had never seen a girl in just her panties, and I had to admit it was really sexy.
They switched places and Jennifer helped Angela in what was obviously a practiced manner, equally at home removing Angela's skirt as her friend had been with hers. I wondered exactly how far things had gone between these two, and was starting to think it was pretty far.
"OK, Jen," Angela said, sitting on the couch with her butt near the front and opening her legs. "You know what I like."
Jennifer slipped to her knees and began to gently, lovingly caress Angela through her underwear. Jennifer ran her fingers along the vertical groove, which made it show through the tight white cotton. She paid special attention to the very top, slowly tickling back and forth on the top inch or so. Angela threw back her head in pleasure.
After a minute of this Angela grabbed Jennifer's hand and squeezed it, holding it in place but stopping the tickling, and the girls shared a broad grin.
"My turn," Angela said and they switched places, Angela tracing her index finger up and down Jennifer's much shorter groove, again paying a lot of attention to the top inch.
"Ohhh, Angela!" Jennifer moaned and writhed in pleasure under her friend's touch. Angela inverted her hand, bringing her fingertips then to Jennifer's belly button and tracing the very top of Jennifer's groove with her thumb, pressing harder and eliciting another, louder moan.
"Better stop," Jennifer said breathlessly, and Angela sat back on her haunches grinning broadly.
"OK, boys," she said, turning to us. "Pants off!"
It was foolish and could easily have tipped my hand, but I simply had to go first. I slipped to my knees in front of Todd as he sat on the couch and reached up with both hands to his belt. Todd smiled and helped me get his pants open, then lifted his hips to allow me to skin them under his butt and off.
The white cotton briefs bulged with his hardness but I couldn't help being surprised at how small the lump seemed. I knew his flaccid dick very well from my locker room observations but this didn't seem to track.
You see, I didn't really yet understand that there were dicks that show and dicks that grow. I just assumed that all boys' dicks inflated to 2½ times their original size like mine did. If I had ever thought it all the way through I would have known better. Todd had about four inches soft, so if he really grew 2½ times he'd have a 10-inch boner, which even I knew was absurd for a 12-year-old. All I really knew for certain was that my limp two inches became five when provoked.
The thing tenting up the cotton before me was obviously hard as stone, but still only about four inches long, although probably half-again as thick as I'd ever seen it in gym class. Todd's dick apparently didn't lengthen hardly at all when he got excited, but merely stood up to say Howdy. It was no time for pseudo-medical observations however, and in a split-second my mind was back on my rampant desire.
I reached for Todd's bony appendage, thrilled beyond words at it's hot pulsing maleness. I saw his stomach clench when I touched it but he didn't recoil. In fact he opened his knees wider. I rested my other hand on his hairless thigh and registered how silky smooth and soft it felt, while still recognizing that Jennifer's skin had somehow been even smoother and softer.
I traced his stiffness up and back while simultaneously petting his thigh. When I looked up to his eyes they were gleaming with happiness. I increased the pressure on his cock and he let out a moan.
Angela and Jennifer were watching intently, Angela still kneeling on the floor where she had pleasured her girlfriend but now resting her cheek on Jennifer's satiny thigh. I noticed that she absently fondled Jennifer's slim calf, a well-practiced and highly intimate gesture. I copied it on Todd and he reacted with pleasure.
I remembered Angela's caresses of Jennifer's groove and the rapturous response it incited and was moved to do the same for Todd. I teased the tip of his bulge with my thumb just as Angela had done and he sucked in his breath in excitement. Elated, I added my index finger and gently stroked his dickhead in a soft pinching motion and he reacted even more ecstatically.
"Time to switch," Angela said, and I reluctantly surrendered the first stiff cock of my life.
I stood and Todd helped me open and remove my pants. He gasped in astonishment when he saw my bulge, evidently having never heard of a grower either. He looked to the girls, both of whom stared with open mouths until they shared a look and giggled. Todd shot them a mortified look.
"We're not laughing at you, Todd, honest," Angela said sincerely. "We're just surprised, that's all."
"Yeah, Todd," Jennifer said. "And it isn't that much bigger anyway."
"It isn't, Todd," I said kindly. "It's only like one inch longer."
"Yeah," Todd said softly, in embarrassment, "but it's, like, really thick. I just thought, you know, that you had kind of a little one."
"It's little in gym class," I said. "But sometimes it gets a lot bigger."
"Obviously," Angela said dryly, and even Todd chuckled.
I didn't bother to sit on the couch and just let Todd run his index finger up and down my bulge as I stood in front of him. He didn't put much into it and it seemed his mind had already moved on to how he was about to play with Angela's pussy through her panties. That was OK with me, as my mind had already moved on to whatever Angela had in mind for when the underwear came off.
"Shit!" Angela suddenly exclaimed. "Is that the right time?"
We all turned our heads to a weird-looking clock on a shelf behind the bar, really hard to read because it wasn't a normal round clock with hands pointing to numbers, but instead had ornate calligraphy numbers on little cards that flip into place to show the time in digits. It took a moment to decipher, but finally I said, "I think it says ten after five."
"Is it right?" Jennifer demanded of Todd as she and Angela scrambled for their clothes.
"Yeah, I think so," Todd replied.
"We have to go," Angela said. "Jennifer's Mom is going to kill her, because she was supposed to be home by five."
"You've got to be kidding!" Todd cried.
"No, baby I'm not," Angela said, taking one second to cup his cheek with her hand. "We'll do more after the next project meeting," she said. "I promise!"
"That's not for three whole days!" Todd lamented.
"I'm sorry!" she called over her shoulder as she and Jennifer hurried up the stairs. Jennifer turned back to me, smiling broadly.
"Bye Bill!" she said brightly. "See you in school tomorrow!"
We listened to their footsteps dashing across the floor above us and then the back door opened and crashed closed.
Thanks for reading Part 1 of Woulda Shoulda Coulda #3: Todd and the Girls. Part 2 is coming soon, or if you came to this story late it's already in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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