When I Was a Kid Part X - Sex Stories

When I Was a Kid Part X

... “Oh, I’m sorry…I…didn’t mean…” She looked up at me and got kind of red in the face, “Umm…let me think about that a minute.” “It’s just…that I…again I’m sorry.”, I stammered. I was enthralled with this information and her smell was getting to me. It was a musky smell. Something I just couldn’t, I don’t know, get out of my head. “No, it’s alright. It’s not like we haven’t been…intimate or nothin’.”, she said. “I just wasn’t expecting you to ask that. Anyhow, I mark on my calendar, in red see, five days before and three days after so I know I shouldn’t have sex those days. If I do the guy has to wear a condom but that is risky because they break.” “What about the other days?”, I asked. “I go for it. Although I still don’t push it. David I trust and he understands. Most of the time we use condoms but sometimes we just get nasty.”, she said with a laugh. “Do you do it with anybody else?”, I asked. “No, just David and you that once. I did that to help Paula out.”, she said. “I never did get a chance to thank you. That was real sweet of you.”, I said humbly. “Just don’t tell David! I don’t want to loose him.”, she said shyly. “Oh and you are way too big for me. I felt like a virgin that night.” “I never kiss and tell.”, I said. We had finished our sodas and I was trying to think of something to say. It was an awkward silence. She started, “Umm…you still want to see?” “Yeah but you don’t have to, I’m just curious about everything.”, I said. “I don’t want to pull down my pants right ...

... here. Can we go to your room?”, she said. I looked at the clock. We have plenty of time. “Yeah, follow me.”, I said enthusiastically. We entered my messy room with clothes on the floor, closet door open and even a drawer open with clothes hanging from it. “Sorry for the mess.” I closed the door. “You’re not going to rape me are you?”, she said warily. I raised my eyebrows. “You want me to?”, I asked. “NO!”, she said assuredly. “Then no, I won’t rape you.”, I said. She hesitated then unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down. She had white cotton panties on and I could smell her sweaty body and her distinctive scent of sex. She lowered her panties her small triangle of thin hair came into view. She had a small amount of toilet tissue folded and placed in the crotch of her panties. It appeared damp. I said, “Here, sit on my bed.” She moved to my bed and sat down. With her left hand she spread her labia and with her right she ran two fingers the length of her slit. She came up with a copious amount of her juices on her fingers. She said, “See how sticky it is?” She spread her two fingers and a string of the viscous fluid made a bridge. I was enthralled with this and began to think where I had seen this before. My mind went numb and I was reeling from the shock. “Can I taste it?”, I asked. “If you want to.”, she offered her fingers with a puzzled look on her face. I ignored her fingers and dove for her crotch. I lapped at her hole like a thirsty dog and heard a moan escape her ...