Chapter 2
An eleven-year-old girl may be a woman already in many important respects, but she does not always have womanly discretion, for one of the most delightful characteristics of children is the pleasure that they take in sharing good things with their friends.
Henry Yancy had spent a sleepless night worrying about whether word might get back to little Melanie's parents about what she was up to, but in fact, he didn't have much to fear in that department. There are certain things which a child does not want to share with his parents, no matter how much he may love them.
But Melanie had a little friend her own age, Emily, and that was a different story.
The two girls were in the playground during recess, chatting and giggling about the things that eleven-year-old girls giggle about. And of course, at the age of eleven, since a girl is on the brink of womanhood, it is not surprising that the conversation should sometimes turn to sex, something which at that age still seems a bit mysterious.
P.S. 107 was run on rather modern principles, and so there was a sex education program, one of those dreary things which must be designed in the express hope of turning kids completely off sex before they have any chance whatever to experience it. There were slides of ovaries and uteruses, and models and similar shit that had nothing whatsoever to do with the pleasure that a man and a woman can give to one another, he with his swollen and turgid prick, ready to shoot its love-goo, she with her hungry dripping pussy!
So in the playground, the two little friends got to talking about the program, and little Emily was really impressed by it in a very negative way.
"This sexual intercourse thing sure doesn't sound like much fun," she said gloomily, contemplating her future as a woman with dread instead of the natural joy which she would feel in a non-puritanical society.
"Oh, but Emily, it isn't like that at all, it really isn't," Melanie said earnestly, for the experience with Patrolman Yancy had been so delightful that she just couldn't bear the thought of Emily talking about sex in a negative way.
"It isn't?"
"No, not at all."
"How do you know?" Emily challenged. "I've done it!"
Emily's eyes opened up until they were about as wide as saucers. Melanie felt a bit scared by her admission, but the desire to show herself off as a little woman of the world had been too much for her to resist.
"Y-you've done it? When? With whom?" asked an utterly flabbergasted little Emily.
"I had to promise not to tell."
"Well, what's it like?" Emily asked, genuinely impressed.
"It's hard to describe. Like a bit of it's like the stuff in the talk today, though I haven't actually done that. But when you're doing it, it doesn't seem all horrid and mechanical at all, but it's hard to explain this. I-I'll show you, if you like."
Emily's eyes glistened. Lesbian and homosexual behavior at that exploratory age is not uncommon, and men like Freud have said that it's a natural prelude to heterosexual development, so although one reason Melanie wanted to have sex with her friend was to show off, and one reason that Emily wanted to learn about sex from Melanie was her already rather highly developed feminine curiosity, nevertheless, the two girls couldn't help but notice a sort of tingling in their clits and a moistening of their panties at Melanie's suggestion.
"Okay!" Emily whispered. "You know, Melanie, it's funny, but I'm all wet!"
"I know. That's part of it. And I'll show you why that's the best part."
The girls lived pretty close to the school, within five minutes of it for that matter, and so they were allowed to go home for lunch. Well, this time they really bolted their food, and then asked their mothers if they could go out and play before it was time for them to go back to school. Then they met as arranged beforehand at the vacant lot where Henry had initiated Melanie into the joys of being a woman only the day before. The lot was sunken, and all overgrown, and had a broken-down fence all around it, and thus offered all the privacy anyone could need.
"Here, let's do it right here," Melanie said, pointing to pretty much the exact spot where she had been with Henry the day before. Somehow, she wanted to imitate him in his role of instructor, and so she wanted to teach Emily about sex in exactly the same spot. She was that sort of imaginative, cute little kid.
Both girls felt a bit nervous. Emily was nervous because she had never had sex before, and because she still kept thinking in terms of those grim slides at school. Melanie was nervous about performing her role as teacher properly. She liked Emily so much, and so wanted to give her a good time.
Emily started to take off her clothes, but Melanie remembered how she had had hers taken off by Henry, and so she said, "No! It's better if the other person does it." And as she pulled her little friend's dress over her head, and as her hand grazed Emily's smooth skin, she felt a real contraction in her twat, and felt the crotch of her little-girl panties (so different from the lacy confections worn by bigger girls) get wetter and wetter. But she was giggling to, with a mischievous giggle, and so was Emily, for they were only eleven, and sensed that they were doing something naughty, at least in the eyes of modern society. But the little darlings were completely without guilt, for society had not had a chance yet to properly train that into them.
The two girls were facing each other now in their nakedness, the flat little chests with the pink nipples only inches away, the girls breathing harder and harder as they looked at one another with more tenderness. They still had their panties on, though, for Melanie remembered how Henry had felt her up through her panties, and being a still very inexperienced maiden she was not yet able to tell whether that was an optional feature of sex (though a very nice one) or something that was absolutely "de rigueur." So she reached a hand out and tenderly started pinching at Emily's little crotch, which was a darker shade than the rest of her panties, which were snow-white, on account of the growing wetness.
"Oooh, that does feel nice!" little Emily said as she felt pressure on her tiny pink labia for the first time in her life. Girls masturbate less than men do, and start later, and as a result, the two little girls had never had any experience with pressure or tickling down in the soft femaleness between their legs until up to now, or rather, in Melanie's case, up until the day before.
Her fingers prodded and poked away at Emily's soft pudding through the cotton fabric.
"I-is all of it that nice, Melanie?" Emily asked with a sigh, for the pressure on her cunt was really getting her more and more worked up with the sensations unlike any that her tender and unused little female body had ever known before.
"Oh it's much nicer, Emily, it really is. I haven't even gotten anywhere near the best part yet."
Emily could only close her eyes at that and sigh again. The feeling of pleasure between her legs, the wonderful melting sweet feeling of total femaleness, was nicer than anything that she could ever remember before. And if that was just the preliminary, wow!
Emily had her own hand on Melanie's cunt, and was likewise feeling her up through the fabric of her panties. She had hesitated a second at first, and then reached her little fingers out gingerly, and finally squeezed on the labia. The feeling of the soft female flesh yielding under her touch, and the passionate sigh that she called forth from Melanie, convinced her quickly enough that in fact that part of sex was even nicer than the part where you are felt up by the other person.
The girls were enjoying themselves so much, as they stood there just a little distance from one another, grinding their tiny pelvises as their delicate hands pawed at each other's virginal little twats, so that like all novices, they tended to have a hard time concentrating on getting on to anything else.
But finally, Melanie, wishing to be a good little instructress, told Emily, "I think we should take each other's panties down now. That's how I remember it as being done."
They each helped pull down one another's panties, and they noticed for the very first time what a delightful thing to look at the cunt is. They knew what their own cunts looked like, of course, the unfledged little "V" with the nick in the bottom, but they had always taken that more or less for granted. But now that each little friend saw the other's cunt, it seemed like a very different sort of thing indeed, very different and very desirable. Emily reached her hand out and cupped Melanie's cunt, so to speak, and Melanie did the same with hers, while saying, "As I remember, we should be on the ground by now."
The two girls got on the ground, and then it was that Melanie remembered the kiss. It was amazing that she could have forgotten anything so incredibly fundamental, but of course, everything else was so nice too, and it wasn't easy to remember everything. So she reached her soft little mouth out towards Emily and touched it. At first, Emily, who was only used to kissing in the context of friendly kisses with her mother and father, didn't know quite how to respond, but soon her female instinct took over, and on the second kiss, Melanie found that her friend's lips were soft and inviting, and slightly open. In fact, Emily had managed to come up on her own with the idea of bringing the tongue into play, and so soon the two girls were frenching their lives out on the abandoned plot, while back in the school playground, other girls their age were playing hopscotch!
It goes without saying that the little hands were back on the now naked twats, and really giving them a going over. Emily, as the pupil, felt a bit nervous and abashed at first, but soon she gained confidence, and after imitating Melanie's hand and finger action rather closely, she soon decided to launch out on her own, trusting herself to her budding female instinct, which in these few minutes were already transforming her from a little girl into a woman, even though she too, had not yet known the delicious pleasure of the menarche, the first period, that most important of stages in a woman's physical development.
Melanie was concentrating on pulling and tickling at the labia, just as Patrolman Yancy had done, for he was her only real source of information on how sex was done, given the fact that in the dumb sex education films, all that interesting stuff is cut out to make way for the shit about the hormones and similar boring crap.
But Emily, who was a rather proud little girl (though sweet) and who didn't particularly like to play second fiddle to anyone, didn't want to seem like a mere copycat who didn't have any ideas on her own. So she was having to experiment, while judging from the shivers that she was getting from Melanie how successful each experiment was.
She soon discovered the incredible sensitivity of the clit, and started to work away on it busily, but so hot did Melanie become that she realized that she would be banging off soon at that rate, long before Emily, so she said to her friend, "Emily darling, that's delicious, but it's so delicious that it'll get us out of time. Please alternate playing with that thing with playing elsewhere too."
The natural next target to follow on that was the little hole itself, and soon, Emily was pushing an eager finger into her friend's pudding, while Melanie gasped and shuddered. In fact, Emily had considerable natural aptitude, and she was better with the hole than Patrolman Yancy had been, because he had had to be careful not to bust the maidenhead, and thus hadn't been able to stick his finger in very far, for he had large wide fingers. But while Emily was being careful too, her fingers were so slender-not much wider than some tampons-that it slid in easily, and was now rubbing away furiously on the inside of Melanie's cunt. It is amazing how girls can quickly pick up or invent by themselves some of the things that are the oldest sex tricks in the book and so it was with Emily. Without having ever heard of the trick, she started pressing the joints of her fingers against the soft and yielding cunt walls, causing little Melanie's pelvis to writhe in excitement. And what made it all the more exciting was that the inevitable contact of Emily's finger with the edge of the maidenhead was, after all, just slightly painful, and there are few girls in the world, from the age of nine to ninety-nine, who don't relish a bit of pain when it is in the right places.
Both girls felt like their cunts were on fire, which was a funny feeling, in a way, for the cunts were also dripping wet, but that didn't do much to put out the flames. Their little cat-like backs arched in pleasure, their nipples stung under the constant rubbing and fondling, and most of all, their bodies just felt themselves filling with tension like a vase is filled with water.
"Oh, ohh, Melanie!" Emily gasped, taking her mouth away from her friend's for an instant before plunging it back on to continue the french kiss even more frantically than before. These were only eleven-year-old kids, but they were girls, and hence smart, and they picked things up with amazing rapidity. Already their kisses, which had started out a bit clumsy and groping were now exactly like the kisses which two mature women in love would give to one another, or almost so. The feeling around the cunt was getting more and more expert, and was already good enough for each of the little girls to be driving the other straight up the wall.
Tenser and tenser the little female bodies got, as the girls climbed up to the peak of their passion, their nipples aching, their mouths eagerly kissing and their cunts feeling as if they had melted.
Then, a shudder ran through Emily, and it was met by another one from Melanie. Another shudder, and then there they were off down the roller coaster, whanging away, two little girls enjoying all the beauty and excitement of a woman-to-woman come!
Brrrrrt! Their little cunts shook off like machine guns, while their shoulders heaved, and their little pelvises bucked against each other's hands. It was so nice for the hands to feel the pressure of the blasting little twats!
And then all was still and the girls were lying there panting and exhausted on the grass as if they were a couple of landed fish.
"Oh Melanie," Emily said with a sigh, "if all sex is like that, it must be the dreamiest thing in the world!"
"It is, it is!" Melanie assured her. "But there's more and better to come."
"Whooie! More and better? Boy, Melanie, I just don't know if my little thing can take any more of that, but I'm just raring to find out," she added with an impish smile.
The girls had already gotten into kissing each other again, in a playful sort of way that again had an almost uncanny resemblance to the sort of kisses which grown up lovers sometimes like to trade after sex, except that they were more genuinely innocent, and had a thoroughly wonderful sort of kittenish quality about them.
Since she was still imitating Patrolman Yancy, Melanie went through the whole routine of kissing the length of Emily's body, and in fact, the tactic worked every bit as well on Emily as it had on Melanie only the day before.
As she felt her friend's tongue go sliding across her chest and tummy, Emily's eyes really lit up, both at the pleasure which she was actually feeling, and at the realization that where the tongue was heading was her own very thoroughly moist and eager twat! She rolled her own tongue around in her mouth, and thought about what it would be like to lick Melanie's little hole. Very nice indeed, she imagined.
Funny enough, it was not just passion that made her anxious for a chance to get at Melanie's cunt. She had never really seen a cunt close up before, for the business of using mirrors, a favorite with pubescent girls, had somehow never occurred to her.
Needless to say, in the boring sex education class, there was no instruction given on how to give another woman an extra nice twat-lick, but fortunately, for the both of them, Melanie's excellent little memory retained pretty damn well a recollection of what it had been that Patrolman Yancy's tongue had been up to down there.
Soon, Melanie's little tongue was tickling over the little hairless "V", and then plunging between Emily's legs, where it lapped back and forth causing the girl to writhe with impatience for a chance to get at Melanie's cunt.
"Melanie," Emily pleaded, as the feeling of the moist tongue on her already wet little cunt lips drove her wild, "please let me have your thing." The girls were still too innocent to know words like "cunt", and the big long technical ones in the sex education slide shows didn't seem too pleasant to use.
In fact, Emily's eagerness for Melanie's wet little cunt was a sign of what a delightful, unselfish little girl Emily was. She wanted the cunt not so much because she was eager to feel her tongue against it, though of course, she was, for she wouldn't have been a normal girl if she hadn't, but because she wanted a chance to do something to Melanie as nice as the things which Melanie was doing to her between her own legs.
Melanie was more than happy to oblige her friend, for she felt her own little twat just aching for a soft caress, and the caress of Emily's liquid, soft tongue, which Melanie had had a chance of feeling during the frenching session, sounded like just what the doctor ordered.
So she swung her body around, and waited for the touch of Emily's tongue. As it was, she didn't have long to wait, for as she licked and lapped at Emily's labia, she suddenly felt an electric thrill go up her own body, a thrill that originated right at her cunt. That was Emily's tongue going into action.
Funny enough, the girls followed the same general love making patterns here that they had with the finger off. Melanie's tongue concentrated far more on the labia of her girlfriend, while in so far as it was able to do so, Emily's tongue tip probed the soft membrane-protected slit, though it couldn't get in far. The pressure on the membrane alone was exciting enough.
The girls were missing one thing, namely a proper woman smell, but neither of them was of course experienced enough to possibly know that.
It hardly mattered anyway, for they were both having more fun than a barrel of lesbian monkeys anyway! Their little bodies ground against one another as each of them struggled to provide the other with as much pleasure as she possibly could.
In fact, by being such little girls, they were saved from one of the frustrations of the sixty-nine, namely the difficulty of getting at the partners' breasts. Of course, each of these two cute little minxes got a hell of a charge out of kissing and pinching each other's nipples, but it really isn't quite the same thing when there aren't soft globes there as well to kiss and fondle.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Melanie's tongue was slipping around on the now-glistening labia, tickling and pulling and pushing, as the girl tried to excite her little friend into an early come.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Emily's probing tongue sure wasn't being deprived of its share of cunt juice! The tongue slid and glided inside the hole, feeling the edge of the membrane, the sacred maidenhead which symbolized a very important stage in their lives. It got in the way a bit, for it kept Emily from delving into Melanie's cunt nearly as deeply as it would have liked to do, but at the same time there was something exciting about the taut membrane, both to her, who could feel the sensitivity of the thing, and to Melanie, who could feel the pressure of the edge of Emily's tongue.
Each girl knew by now, of course, of the extreme importance of the clit, and though each of them had promised herself to save it for last, like a dessert, they were finding it harder and harder to keep away from, and so in each case, the passionate little buttons were coming in for more and more action.
And what kind of action, too! The tongue, with it's wet softness is the perfect organ for the cunt area, and so it was no surprise that after a few gentle (and a few purposefully not so gentle licks) the two cunts were really just about ringing like fire bells.
The girls breath was coming a lot shorter now, and they both longed desperately, frantically for a come, for although they were only eleven, their bodies craved and needed the cunt-busting release, for it seemed to each of them as if every nerve in their bodies was being wound tighter and tighter, so it was obvious that something had to go!
Each girl licked harder and harder, and in a more and more tantalizing sort of way, for each of them sensed that the come would be simultaneous, and they felt therefore, that the only way in which they could fulfill this aching woman-need which they felt was to finally drive the other one to her come.
Then, suddenly, they knew that they were almost there, and although just about every bone in their bodies seemed to ache with the desire to come, they started to dwindle a bit, as if they wanted to put the final blissful moment off as long as they possibly could.
But there comes a point where the human body just won't stand for that sort of nonsense any more. It's all very well for the mind to tell it that by delaying it is making the pleasure all the more fantastically great, but finally it won't be denied any longer. So while the two tantalized girls drew their tongues away from each other's still quivering and unsatisfied pussies, so as to prolong the exquisite waiting torture, suddenly each girl found that her tongue, almost without being ordered to, was busy licking the other's clit like there was no tomorrow. And this, of course, was enough to burst the bubble.
The spasms poured onto the girls like water from a smashed dam. They swept through every nook and cranny of their bodies, and set every muscle firing at once to celebrate the beautiful joy of coming, and particularly of coming while sixty-nining another female.
Each girl thought for a moment that her body would be literally torn apart, so violent were the slamming, bucking heaves, the pelvis punching shocks that sent the sweet wet hairless mounds smashing against the faces of the two girls, who kept their faces there and desperately licked away at the pussy fluid flowing from the heavenly little immature cunts.
Then, it was over, just as each girl thought that somehow her pussy must have melted in the heat. For a moment, the girls lay there licking at each other's soaking twats, and wondering vaguely what it would be like when they were older and the twats would have hair on them. It would probably be even nicer, they concluded. Little boys on the brink of puberty are often worried about their masculinity and so forth. Well, many men don't realize that the same goes for little girls, though you would never guess it to see them merrily skipping rope or playing hopscotch. But in fact, just as little boys dream of being tough, virile men, so do little girls dream of being lovely, serene women, with soft, heaving breasts, voluptuous lips, a thin waist, elegant legs, and of course, a menstruating cunt with hair on the front of it!
Then, the girls realized that if they kept on just licking away down there, they would just wind up getting all hot and bothered again (and already they were starting to feel that way), and that would never do, for the lunch period was nearly over, and they had to hurry back if they didn't want to be late for their math class.
They dressed hurriedly, for they were going to have to hurry, but as they did so, they managed to exchange a couple of tender glances that spoke thousands of words. Puppy love is a delightful thing, and except for prudes, nothing could be less important than the question of whether it is between a boy and a girl or two girls.
"Melanie, that was heavenly! I don't know how to thank you, you're so nice! Boy, those slides don't show half of it, do they?"
"They sure don't. But I still couldn't show you a lot of stuff, because you have to have a guy for a lot of it. But I'll be here with him after school, and if you promise not to tell who it is, I'll let you watch from behind those bushes. I mean, there's something which he does with his thing in my mouth that's what I mean, like wow! You can't believe it!"
"His thing in your mouth? That sounds a bit icky to me!"
"Oh, but Emily, I promise you that it really isn't. His thing shoots all this stuff, well, you know, in the slides-they call it "semen", I think, and then you drink it down."
"But in the slides they talk about the semen going into the woman's "vagina" where it reaches the "ovum" and makes a baby. They didn't say anything about the mouth, but then they didn't say much about what we were just up to, either."
"No, they just left that part out."
"What about the part where the man puts his thing, his "penis" in your "vagina" she said, struggling to remember all the ridiculous technical terms, "have you had that part yet?"
"No, I haven't. I think that that's because he has such a big thing, and he thinks that my thing, my "vagina" is too little for it. And it sure feels like it would be. Anyway, I'll ask him this afternoon."
"Boy," Emily said, as they walked into the playground where some classmates were finishing a last round of hopscotch, "I can hardly wait." And they giggled at the thought of all the wonderful secrets that they knew.