The Girls – Part 1 of 9

The Girls – Part 1of 9 – The Introduction

She had long dark hair, a pretty face and a lithe young body with developing curves that she was proud of. Her name was Lorlei, she was 14 and was supposedly some kind of cousin of mine. I was also 14 and like her, was well on my way through puberty. Somewhat embarrassed by my own frequent and carnal thoughts and my bodies responses to girls, I was shy around her and her friends. Having had numerous visits with Lorlei, many of them overnight or longer, we became pretty close and in some cases more close than probably we should have. In a sense, we were kind of like best buddies, but I think she also felt comfortable with me because of the ‘kind of’ relative situation. Lorlei was not shy about her interest in sex. I don’t know where her curiosity originated, but I do remember it being there at an early age.

At 14, Lorlei and her friends were developing into little women, and like Lorlei, they were very proud of these ‘developments’. In looking back, I’d say they were also a little nervous and curious. In some cases even embarrassed. There was Sandy, who was perfectly proportioned and had red hair to her shoulders. She was always smiling and looked like sunshine. She had a beautiful smile, and always wore jean cutoffs and a white blouse tied at her waist. I could see through the blouse to her bra and to the little nipples that pushed against it. I had a huge crush on Sandy. Jane was more like Lorlei. She had just a tiny bit of baby fat but was still very attractive and her body was really taking on a life of its own. Her breasts were bigger than the other two and she didn’t wear a bra half the time. This was sometimes hard to notice because of how very firm her boobs were at the time. Her nipples were the culprits that gave her away. She wore tops that were thin. See-through tops were not common among year old girls in 1969 and Jane was a bit of a rebel. Her mom was what we now call a feminist.

This particular summer that I stayed with Lorlei was a huge summer for me because there were no other boys around most of the time. It was the age of ‘Aquarius’, of ‘Crimson and Clover’ and ‘Hair’. Dylan wanted us to ‘Lay Lady Lay’ and the Beatles wanted us to ‘Come Together’. Flower Power and orange jeans, paisley shirts and sandals ruled. Even at 14, I felt a part of something different and right and good. It was exciting and the sexual revolution was thriving. The braver, older girls went braless at rock concerts and ‘be-ins’ where garage bands played concerts in parks and the air smelled of pot and people gave speeches about stopping the war . I was still hanging just on the fringe of this scene and so was Lorlei and her friends. But I could tell that all of us were getting itchy and curious about a lot of stuff.

I had discovered masturbation a year earlier when after a shower, I had an erection and while drying off I found that when I drew the towel across the underside of my penis, I was treated to almost electric feelings throughout my genitals and surrounding area. At first, I was in shock and quickly stopped. When the intense feelings in my penis eased off and I was sure no harm had been done, I wondered if I could make these feelings happen again. I adjusted the towel so I could draw it back and forth lightly along the underside of my erection, near the top. Yup, the feelings came back and felt absolutely wonderful. I kept on moving the towel and the feelings became more and more intense until suddenly my penis started pulsing. I saw this thick white cream kind of pouring out of the end of my penisonto the towel and at the same time the intensity of my feelings began to wane. I felt relief, and also I was a bit frightened. What was this stuff? It wasn’t pee, and I didn’t know about cum or sperm or anything.

My fear didn’t stop me from doing this pretty much every day. After a short time, instead of just kind of spilling out, my white cream began to actually squirt out. I also learned through the young teen grapevine that what I was doing was masturbating, and that pretty much all boys did it. This warm thick creamy stuff that shot out of me was my sperm. I was a man now. I could make babies.

Though Lorlei and I got along really well, initially I sometimes felt like she was dragging me around with her. I was a little like a fly on the wall when she got together with Sandy and Jane. I would kind of wander away from them when they wanted to ‘girl’ talk. I could tell when to leave when they would become quiet and look at each other without saying anything. Though they weren’t rude or anything, I got the picture and I’d excuse myself and go ‘exploring’. This usually meant I’d wander off just far enough to where they were sure I couldn’t hear them. Of course this was all more unspoken courtesy than the truth, and though they weren’t aware of it, I really could hear them.

After a week or so of my always being there, they began to relax a bit and talk about boys to each other like girls talk when there are no boys around. But once in a while, they would talk about their changing bodies and wondered what boys changed like. There never seemed to be a time when one or the other didn’t have a thought to share or question to ask or comparison to make. I found this absolutely fascinating because I was a horny year old boy who really knew very little about girls’ bodies, so I was actually kind of learning about them as they were learning about each other. I was really quite average in height and weight. Not skinny to others my age, but certainly skinny to the older 16 year old boys. I was however, pretty well built, and uncommonly strong for a guy my age. I matured fairly quickly and puberty didn’t bother me that much. I would often fight to keep my hard little (so I thought) penis well out of view of the girls.

Oh yes, I had erections. Lots of them. I jacked off daily and, because of the way the girls would talk and giggle about their changing bodies and their own sexual feelings, all three of these little ripe peaches were the subjects of my masturbatory fantasies. I was very embarrassed and worried that my ‘boners’ would be noticed by the trio and that I would be ridiculed. As I mentioned before, at , I truly thought my 6″ boner was on the smallish side and even though the girls were the same age as I was, in my mind they were miles ahead of me. They were almost relaxed about talking to each other about the most intimate things. It was great as I said, but at the same time it made me feel quite immature compared to them.

We always went down to a thinly wooded area on the banks of a local river. The ground was soft and dry, and the river was great to swim in. This was Lorlei’s hang-out when she had to get away from her mother.

“They hurt sometimes” Lorlei said. Her and the girls were sitting cross legged in a circle. All in cut-offs and halters. All with bare feet, legs crossed and leaning in towards each other. Like a little secret sect. I was of course there… but not there. I was sitting with my back against a tree about ten feet away staying quiet and just listening. “Kinda ache I guess, especially if I’m necking with a guy”.

“Mine too” whispered Sandy. “I like it in a way though because it feels kind of sexy. “

“Mine used to actually hurt a lot, but not so much anymore” stated Jane who proudly stuck out her slightly larger chest at the other two.