Bobby Gets Educated - Part I

About 30 minutes later, Michelle and I walked across the street to the Samuels' house and knocked as usual. Not so unusual was the door being opened by a naked Kelly. She looked like she had just woke up and her blondish hair was in a tangle. As we were entering the house, Michelle said kind of loudly, "Bone". She was right. While we were following Kelly through the living room, I stiffened up and had a little tent-action going. Kelly looked back and laughed. Velma, of course, heard the comment from the kitchen and told the girls to "save it for the water".

After watching about an hour or two of MTV (back when they played videos), we gathered up our things, the normal lunch bags and supplies, and headed down to the creek. It was actually a very standard day at the water. The big difference was what I noticed while we were there. Everyday things now seem a bit more poignant than before. The first thing I noticed was how often the girls would touch my dick under water. It wasn't just contact from rough-housing; those girl fingers would make deliberate, but gentle grabs. The contact never lingered for more than a few seconds, but it was all day long. I think I was also presenting bone quite a bit more in the water than usual, but the jokes only happened on the rocks. I also noticed that I touched ALOT of pussy in the water. It never occurred to me before how often I would grab a leg too high or brush a hand or foot down into a crotch. Even more interesting was the way we would throw each other. Usually the two girls would have to each grab a butt-cheek to throw me forward. Since I was much bigger than the two girls, I would put one hand over a girl's shoulder onto her chest, the other hand under her butt cupping pussy and throw her forward. I'd been doing it this way for at least a year, but I really paid attention to the flesh between my fingers that day. Can't say I felt anything of note, just knew I was at the door of unknown ground.

Not that same day, but during that summer, I noticed a few things about Velma, too. They seemed to be almost unconscious habits, but they somehow made erotic impressions on me and my bone. The first I noted was her method of applying tanning oil. She would liberally apply it between her tits in a pool. Because of the angle of the rock, it would start running south immediately. She would quickly set down the bottle and use both hands to rub the oil onto her chest and belly. What I had never noticed before is how much time she would spend at the titty peaks rubbing in the oil and kind of stretching her nipples upward between her fingers. More oil usually pooled in her belly button, so she would spread that out across her stomach and down under her bikini material. Once again, a closer inspection revealed that she spent quite a bit of time rubbing that oil into her bikini area under the protection of fabric. Based upon my experience with Mom's squeals when riding Dad's dick, I guessed the rubbing probably felt good to Velma. The final thing I noticed, my favorite thing actually, was that when she was lying on her stomach nude in front and above me, she would often lay with her hand between her stomach and the towel. My bone probably grew an extra inch the day that I noticed a couple of her fingers working the top of her pussy almost hidden from view. After seeing this happen a few times over the weeks, I actually saw the pink insides of her pussy. I had no idea! That was really cool.

A couple of weeks after my 13th birthday my world shifted again. It was November and the leaves were doing their normal shift from green to yellow to orange to red to brown to ground. We don't really have harsh winters, but it was already getting a bit chilly during the daytime. We had stopped our jaunts to the creek a couple of months before. On this particular Friday evening, my Aunt Betty, Uncle Robert and their three kids dropped in for the weekend. We had a fairly large front play room, so the kids decided to take over that room for the night in our sleeping bags. The only hold-out was my little cousin Robert who, at 7, wanted to sleep in his parent's room because of the strange house. We get to see my Dad's brother's family a couple of times per year, so most of us kids hit it off again like there was no time lost. Amanda is the oldest of the kids just about to turn 16. About 10 months behind her is Tom who is also 15. It's weird that they are the same age each year for two months.

Last time I saw Tom and Amanda, they were both a little shorter. Tom looks like he must be doing some lifting in High School and Amanda's boobs were probably more than two handfuls now. Since it was already well into the evening when they arrived, we were all sitting on our sleeping bags in the play room within an hour. Kelly was also over for the night since Michelle wanted someone her age to play with. Most of us were in shorts and tee shirts. Tom and Amanda had blue jeans instead of shorts (complaining that it was much colder up North where they lived). We had the sleeping bag arranged side-by-side in two rows. Tom, me and Amanda were in one row and Michelle and Kelly were in the other. The two rows met with our heads in the middle. Michelle and Kelly had their bags shifted down towards Amanda so that they could participate in big girl talk.

Coming up on midnight, Michelle told Amanda she was going to drop off to sleep and was "going to get ready for bed". She went to the bathroom, and we could hear her brushing her teeth. After we heard the toilet flush, she emerged from the bathroom naked and slipped into her sleeping bag. Kelly was on her way to the bathroom and I looked left and right at Amanda and Tom to see if they were fazed. I guess not, because they had stayed here before. That's when I first thought that I'd love to see Amanda in the buff now that she has bigger tits. Kelly came back in the raw and also slipped into the sack.

I was about to get up when Tom jumped ahead. Amanda leaned over to me and said, "I wonder if Tom will come out naked? He never lets anybody see him like that at home. The last time I saw him bare was just his ass the last time we were here.”

The only response I could think of was, "That's right. Last time you were here I saw your tits for the first time. Are they still getting bigger?”

"Bobby, I saw you staring at them when we got here. Yes, they're almost to a C now. If I'm lucky I'll get my mom's boobs instead of your mom's."

"Yours are already bigger than my mom's. Betty's have to be a D+."

"That's double-D. And we'll see. The way this family works, maybe you'll see, too."

I realized that the conversation was kind of "adult" and looked over to the other two girls. They had their sleeping bags overlapped and were talking and giggling in their own world. Whew.

After a few minutes of other small talk, I realized that Tom still wasn't back. When I asked Amanda if she knew what was up, she lowered her voice and responded, "He's probably just whacking off. I've never seen him do it, but he always leaves a mess in the bathroom." I guess she saw the look of confusion on my face because her next words were, "You know, jacking off, cumming, white stuff, orgasm?” I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay, you know how sex works, right?” I tilted my head in the affirmative. "Good. The part that makes babies is when the guy's sperm gets into to the girl's egg. The sperm shoots out of your dick when you're having sex."

"Not out of my dick. I've never had sex."

She settled back a bit. "Me neither, but I've seen pictures of it."

"How can you see pictures of a dick shooting inside a pussy?” Yes, I really was a naive kid.

"I don't know if there are any pictures like that. The ones that I saw were of women helping men shoot off with their hands and mouths."

"The blow job! We talk about that in the locker rooms at school." See, I can connect at least two dots.

"Shhh. Yep," she said, "but I guess you never figured out what happens at the end. Have you ever shot off white stuff?"

"Not that I know of...wait. A couple of times I've woken up with white jelly stuff on my sheets. I have to grab the Kleenex to clean it up."

"That's the ticket. It's called cum. And my guess is that Tom is using his hand to shoot off right now. If you want to know for sure, just check the waste basket after he gets back out. You'll probably find a clump of tissue with cum in it. I always do."

"What are you going to say to him when he comes out?” I asked.

"Nothing! He doesn't know I know."

Tom came out about a minute later, naked and semi-hard. His dick was much bigger than mine. It was probably 6" and much fatter than mine. He also had quite a bit of hair on top and around his balls. He kind of walked around Amanda in an attempt to shield himself and then slipped into his sleeping bag.

Amanda jumped up before I moved. She dropped her blue jeans to the floor and darted to the bathroom in her tee shirt and panties. I looked over to Tom to see what he was doing. I'm not sure if he was embarrassed or not, but he was rolled-over in the other direction and looked to be going to sleep.

About 7-8 minutes later, Amanda emerged from the bathroom. A quick scan of the others showed that I was the only one looking at her. She was very naked and very beautiful. First thing I actually noticed were her eyes staring right into me. I could tell that she was looking for approval. All I could do was smile. That seemed to do the trick. She walked slowly towards me, sat down on the sleeping bag for a moment, touched my arm gently and then slipped into the sleeping bag. On the way in to the bag, I got a great close-up of her perky tits. What nice quarter-sized nipples. Just right. Her pussy had thin hair above and almost nothing down below. Unlike the younger girls, there was a protruding bump at the top of her slit that glistened in the light. It’s probably the top of the pink zone – like Velma’s. After a couple of moments, she reached back out to hold my hand and whispered, "I was right. Check the trash. I'll stay awake".

I squeezed her fingers and let go. Off to the bathroom I went. First thing I did was turn on the faucet to hide my activities. Not more than a couple of seconds later, I was opening a clump of toilet paper in the trash can. Sure enough, there it was. That was the same stuff, cum, that I cleaned off my sheets. I held it up to my nose. It had the same odor, too. Enough of that, I dropped it back into the trash can and went to brushing my teeth. A couple of minutes later I was done and ready to undress. Bone was back. Big time. It was no biggee if the younger girls were to see me, but Amanda has never seen me like this and my dick is a lot smaller than Tom's. I stood frozen for a few seconds and then gulped down my pride and opened the door.