The Boys Showed Her How

The year was half over and Carl, now 16 was beginning to be frustrated that he did not have a girlfriend. He would be entering high school this fall, and although he had some experience kissing girls . . . and even touching a few sets of titties, most of his familiarity with the opposite sex . . . was going to websites and watching porno flicks with his friends. He longed to slip his tongue into a pretty girl’s pussy and make her climb the walls with orgasmic relief. Suddenly a set of circumstances provided him and his brother that opportunity with a 14-year-old neighbor . . . called Ashley.



Mike, his brother, had just turned 14 as well. Ever since he could remember Mike had a crush and Ashley. She lived right behind them and since the parents were best friends, there was even a convenient gate between the properties. It was a Saturday and both sets of parents were going to go to the Auto Show. Although when they were younger, the kids use to like going . . . soon every year became the same thing over and over and their interest waned.

As Carl was doing his Saturday chores, he overheard his mother say on the phone, “Carl can watch over her while were there. He might not be wild about the idea, but I’m sure he will oblige. Just bring her over when you guys come to pick us up.” Bingo he thought! A perfect afternoon for him to “play with the kids”. Since he knew Mike and Ashley liked each other, he was willing to bet he could get them to “experiment” by playing an old game he had read about on a porn site. But first he would play the game of not being happy about babysitting.

“The Johnson’s will be by shortly and we will be going to the Auto Show like we said last night,” said his mom.

“Great. What time will you guys be back?” asked Carl.

“Probably early evening, like 8 or 9. I need to ask a favor though . . . Ashley is not interested in going with us . . . as of course is the case with you and Michael. I need for you to let her hang out here today until we get back. With such short notice, the Johnsons can’t find a babysitter.”

“She doesn’t need babysitting mom. She’s isn’t like 10 or 11 years old! She’s like 14.”

“I didn’t say babysitting honey . . . can’t she just watch TV or do homework with you guys?” she hopefully asked.

“All right . . . but you guys owe me BIG TIME!!” he stated. His mother came up close to him and hugged him.

“Thanks dear . . . maybe you guys can play a game or something during the afternoon,” she suggested.

“Maybe she likes Parcheesi,” he offered, sarcastically. He was interrupted by a knock on the front door, which turned out to be the Johnson’s. The usual chit-chat took place and he saw Ashley with her backpack, enter the den. At the same time Mike came downstairs and joined her. The couple started talking about school . . . then the Auto Show enthusiasts left . . . and Carl felt his cock begin to grow inside his pants, in anticipation for what he had planned. He decided not to waste any time and entered the den. Mike and Ashley were sitting on the couch together, and it was easy to see their young attraction to each other.

“Hopefully I am not interrupting anything,” he teased. Ashley blushed and moved a few inches away from Mike, but what he didn’t know was how attracted she was to him and had been for a couple of years. In fact, she thought both guys were “foxes” in her book. He looked at what she was wearing and was surprised. Today she was wearing a cute skirt that stopped an inch or two above her girlish knees. On top she had on a button-down blouse and her black hair pulled into a ponytail in the back.

“How come you are all dressed up?” asked Carl.

“I had choir practice and there wasn’t any time to change. I should go home and put on my jeans and a top,” she suggested beginning to stand up.

“No!” she heard from both Mike and his brother at the same time and then they all started laughing. Ashley took this to mean they liked what she was wearing, which made her happy.

“You just look very nice,” Carl qualified his remark but continued. “To help pass the time, I have a game we could play . . . but it is not a board game . . . it’s like a getting to know each other game. Are you guys interested?” he asked. The two teens looked at each other and nodded their heads, saying “OK . . . sure”, the usual.



“Okay, I need to get a blanket and then I will need to whisper some rules to both of you separately.” Before they could say anything, Carl was already on his way to a hall closet where he knew there was a wool blanket. Meanwhile . . .

“I wonder what we’ll be doing with a blanket?” asked Mike as he concentrated on Ashley’s attractive face. She had on some clear lip gloss that he liked and a tiny bit of makeup.

“Maybe making a tent!” she offered and they both started laughing again. Carl returned with a large King sized blanket and he carefully spread it out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Let me talk to you Mike for a second,” he suggested.

“Be right back,” said Mike to the girl. He got up and followed Carl into the other room.

“OK bro . . . I know you like her, and don’t deny it. If we play our cards right, you will be able to kiss her and maybe even fool around a bit. Are you game?”

“Uhhhhh, yeah. I just don’t want her to do stuff she doesn’t want to.”

“Me neither . . . especially with mom and dad being so close to her parents. I guess let’s just see how things go.” They both agree and head back.

“Alright Ashley. Your turn,” said Carl waving for her to follow him. When they got to the other room, Carl faced her, but was immediately attracted to her cute figure. The girl had begun to develop small breasts and it looked like they were being covered by a bra or undershirt under her blouse. While he inspected her chest, she realized what he was doing . . . and her nipples began to pop up to celebrate the occasion.

Lately she had discovered her developing body and especially her breasts and clit. She wished at that moment she could rub those two places, but knew the timing wasn’t right . . . or WAS it she thought? She suddenly realized she was now ALL alone with two cute boys and all sorts of possible lewd thoughts entered her mind.



“Here’s the deal . . . we are going to play a kissing game that starts out slow, but then gets kinda hot. Is that OK?” he asked.

“I guess so,” she remarked, secretly enjoying every word that he had said.

“None of us will do anything that makes us feel weird, but I know you like Mike and thought you might enjoy playing this kinda . . . adult game. One word of caution though, you will have to kiss me too .