Message-ID: <25634asstr$965283006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3988E18B.F8508373@bellsouth.net> From: "Michael K. Smith" Reply-To: mksmith1@bellsouth.net X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 02 Aug 2000 23:08:48 EDT Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: Field Trip Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 02:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, Lambchop [This one has been nagging me to finish it for several months, and it was finally completed and rewritten last week in a marathon (and otherwise boring) evening at the Residence Inn in Atlanta....] FIELD TRIP by Michael K. Smith "Francie, we're gonna get caught, I just know it! He'll wake up and then we'll really be in trouble!" She peered nervously through the crack in the door at the large slumbering form. "We shouldn't have watched that movie, either," she added in a fretful whisper. "We're not going to get caught, Beth, so stop worrying. He didn't come in until after one, drunk as a skunk, and he's been snoring for an hour. We could drive a fire truck through here and he wouldn't even twitch." Francie Underhill was kneeling in the hall in front of her friend, studying Derek through the same crack. There were no signs of life. The hard wooden floor was hurting her bare knees and her brother's snoring alone would cover any sound they might make. And she was itching to explore. Derek was supposed to be keeping an eye on her while their folks were out of town for the weekend, but he resented being made to babysit at the age of twenty-two -- even more than twelve-year-old Francie resented being the sittee -- and had gone out drinking with his friends. (He seemed to drink a lot since flunking out of college and moving back home while he -- theoretically -- tried to find a job at more than minimum wage.) As the moonless night crept over the neighborhood, Francie had held off her own nervousness by calling up her best friend, Beth, and inviting her for an overnight, just to keep her company. At her age, staying alone in the house on a Friday night was totally boring; she'd explained that several times to Beth, just so there would be no misunderstanding about her motives. And then she had gone into the back of her brother's closet and dug out one of his porn movies and insisted Beth watch it with her. Francie had seen it before, of course -- several times, when she'd had the house to herself in the afternoons -- but she'd never shared the experience with anyone. Beth had protested but Francie had long had the knack of getting people to do what she wanted. Just thinking about some of the scenes on the video made her squirm and imagine all sorts of things. She had been mesmerized by the things the actors and actresses did to each other. Some of those guys had such huge... except she didn't think they were "acting," exactly. The fucking was certainly real, and all that cum was absolutely real. Watching that one guy with the mustache shoot his stuff out at least eight or ten inches, all over that girl's face,... that always made her catch her breath. She wondered if it hurt when a guy came inside you and shot off like that. Beth had watched it with her mouth open, her cheeks flushed and her leg muscles tensing unconsciously every time a huge cock rammed into some girl. She seemed to cycle from repulsion to fascination to vague fear. Beth was usually pretty shy but Francie began to wonder just how far her friend had ever gone with a guy. She jumped a little when Beth touched her on the shoulder. She peered up in the near-darkness at the worried frown on Beth's face. "C'mon, let's go back to bed. We shouldn't even be peeking at Derek like this." Francie stood up and adopted an aggressive expression. "Elizabeth Truman, if you chicken out of this, you can just go home! And don't think I'll ever ask you over again, either!" Beth looked like she might cry and Francie instantly regretted the threat. She made herself smile and softened her tone. "Look, nothing's going to go wrong, okay? Just think of this as part of our education -- like a field trip to the zoo." The image and the memory made both of them smile. They'd gone to the zoo in Third Grade to see the giant pandas from China, and the group also had stopped to watch the giraffes eating out of the tops of trees. There was a herd of zebras in the enclosure, too, and one of the boy zebras had gotten excited and climbed on a girl zebra, and... and then Mrs. Hollister had cleared her throat and loudly hurried them all away to the Reptile House. But they had whispered in the Girls's Bathroom about the incident for days. So now Francie knelt here in her short yellow nightshirt and Beth crouched behind her in her fading Wonder Woman pajamas. Francie took a deep but silent breath and pushed the bedroom door slowly open. "Okay, here we go!" She reached back without looking, snagged Beth's sleeve, and pulled her along. Once in Derek's room, both girls were suddenly aware of the reek of cheap wine mixed with the more subtle smell of hospital alcohol. That was Everclear -- Francie had found her brother's empty bottles before. They looked at each other and wrinkled their noses in unison, and then had to cover their mouths with both hands to keep from laughing. The room was dim but not dark, since Derek routinely left his closet light on when he went to bed. Francie didn't know whether that was simply to annoy his parents (which it did) or whether it was because of a childhood fear of the dark. But she certainly wasn't going to ask him! Derek was sprawled across the bed on top of the covers with his head half-buried under his pillow. He wore a stained tee-shirt, a pair of striped boxer shorts, and one white athletic sock. His jeans, tennis shoes, and the other sock were on the floor, mixed in with cast-off clothing of the previous week. Studying his face, what she could see of it, Francie confirmed her previous opinion that her brother really wasn't all that bad-looking, and even had a pretty nice body -- even if he often was such a jerk. He hadn't shaved for a couple of days, though, and his hair stuck up and out in all directions. At least he didn't stink, she thought. Derek shaved and changed his clothes whenever he felt like it, but he was a fanatic about bathing. He usually took at least two showers a day, and she was grateful for that. The boozy smell was bad enough. She looked back over her shoulder. Beth had stopped just inside the door and was trying to peer around her at Derek. Francie went back, grabbed her hand, and tugged her to the bedside. Beth's eyes bounced up and down his lanky body, then went to her friend's face. Francie held up a forefinger for attention, then pointed slowly and dramatically at Derek's crotch. There was a hump visible beneath the shorts, and it seemed to be twitching slightly. Her brother must be dreaming. Beth's gaze followed the forefinger, then widened as she saw the slight movement. Her face flamed even in the near-darkness, and she unconsciously licked her dry lips. But she didn't look away. Francie stretched far forward and suddenly prodded Derek in the sternum. Beth gasped and both girls dropped to the floor beside the bed. But the body on the bed only snorted once and resumed snoring. The two interlopers stood up, Beth with her hand flat against her chest. Francie grinned broadly and mouthed the word "See?" Then she knelt slowly on the bed and motioned Beth up beside her. The bed sank too far on that side, though, and Francie quickly stood up again but motioned to her friend to stay where she was. Then she hurried around to the other side of the bed and climbed up on it again. Derek never stirred. Francie took another deep breath and reached carefully out toward the front of her brother's boxers. She ignored the frantic shaking of Beth's head. When she tried to infiltrate her hand into the front of his shorts, though, she found there was a snap in the way. And also a snap at the top. Even better, she thought, and carefully popped open both closures. The front of the shorts separated and divided along a length of perhaps six inches, exposing a thick forest of curly light brown hair above a half-inch of bare, convexly curved flesh. The rest of what she had come here to see was still tucked down inside the shorts. She glanced up at Beth; the other girl was holding her breath, and her eyes were wide and riveted on what was happening before her. Francie hadn't thought quite this far ahead. She had sort of assumed that Derek's... equipment... would simply present itself to satisfy her curiosity. Now she saw she was going to have to take a more active role. She would have to go in after it. Grasping the lower end of the front seam of the shorts, she pulled slowly downward, exposing more and more of that pale organ. God, she wondered, how big could it be, just lying there asleep like that? But it wasn't completely asleep, she soon saw -- it was still twitching a little and it seemed to be swelling. What *was* he dreaming about?! And then, as Francie was wondering just how far she could actually go, the object she sought was released from the confines of its dark home and made a sudden bid for freedom. Both girls jerked back a little as Derek's penis, now perhaps one-third engorged, sprang up at a slight angle. Francie leaned closer to examine her prize. The shaft was whiter and thicker than she had expected, somehow. The head was a bit darker and looked like some kind of army helmet with a little bullet hole in the top. She reached out and gently touched the head with her fingertip, then stroked it lightly a couple of times. It was so soft! She glanced up again: Beth's eyes were like saucers and she was biting her lower lip, but she was still there. Francie motioned to her and, somewhat to her surprise, Beth also reached out and stroked the head of Derek's penis. Then she looked up and smiled. "Penis," she mouthed. Francie smiled back. "Cock," she replied in a low whisper. "Dick." Derek snored on. Francie brought both hands into play now, carefully lifting her brother's organ between thumb and forefinger and slipping her other hand beneath, allowing it to rest on her small palm. It seemed to her to be slightly longer and larger around than before. She bent forward and studied it more closely. She knew from basic sex education at school -- not to mention from Derek's videos -- that this thing was supposed to go into a girl. She'd wondered about that; the place between her own legs seemed awfully small for anything larger than a pencil to enter. And somehow she doubted that Derek was exceptionally well-hung. He would have let the world know about such a triumph long before this! Besides, those guys in the movie.... She glanced up at her friend. Beth seemed to have forgotten some of her nervousness and was examining their trophy as avidly as she was. "Do you suppose Brendan Zimmerman looks like this?" she whispered. Brendan was a star soccer player and First Trumpet in the Eighth Grade Band, and cute besides, and Beth had had a crush on him all year. But Francie hadn't considered what he might look like naked. Brendan was more or less their age and it seemed unlikely he was any more developed than Francie and Beth were themselves -- and they were only just getting started. But Brendan must have a dick, of course. So, he *must* look at least basically like this. Beth was now blushing furiously. She seemed to have drawn the same conclusion. Then she got a thoughtful look. "Do you suppose he masturbates?" Francie looked at her, then back at Derek's organ. She tried to picture him watching his movies while he rubbed his penis up and down. How did that work? She'd masturbated herself a few times, but she didn't think the same methods applied. "I think all boys do that, don't they? They're all so gross and everything." Experimentally, she circled her thumb and her first two fingers around the circumference of her brother's cock and began moving her hand up and down, slowly and carefully. Nothing seemed to be happening, so after a minute she tightened her grip. The increased friction seemed to help, because she could feel the thing swelling in her hand. She glanced up at her friend, whose tongue was practically hanging out with fascination. Beth seemed to make up her mind, inhaled a deep breath, and took a grip on Derek just below Francie's hand. The two smiled at each other as they increased their speed slightly. Derek's respiration increased, too. Francie was aware of a strange feeling between her legs. It was sort of like when she masturbated, but she wasn't even touching herself there. She was beginning to want to, though. Making sure she wouldn't slide off the bed, she eased her left hand under her nightshirt and down into her panties. It seemed wetter down there than usual. Beth was watching closely and seemed more shocked at what her friend was doing than at what her own right hand was up to. Then she licked her lips again and began slowly rubbing her own crotch through her pajamas. Gauging the pace carefully, Francie decided her brother's erection was probably near its maximum. His cock was sticking up and out at a sharp angle, like the bowsprit of a ship. It was much thicker than before, and it was both hard and soft at the same time. She thought she could imagine, now, how it could push its way into a girl's pussy. She supposed her own pussy would learn to stretch itself wide enough to accommodate something like this when she got a little older. But the way her fingers were making her feel, combined with the sensation of a grown-up cock sliding against the palm of her hand, was quite enough for now. Then Francie had a thought: Maybe a guy's cock needed a taste of what it was looking for in order for it to come. Otherwise, a guy might just come any old time and waste all that white stuff. Sounded reasonable. She stopped teasing her hard little clit for a moment and eased her fingers farther up inside herself, trying to get them as wet as possible. Then she withdrew her hand from her panties and basted the head of her brother's penis with the moisture from her pussy. She never stopped jerking him off, though, and Beth kept pace with her. And after another minute or two, Derek made a sort of faint moaning sound and she could feel a surge beneath her hand. And then both girls gasped involuntarily as a fountain of thick, white semen erupted from the tip of his cock. It splashed down across their hands and soaked into his pubic hair. The first spasm was quickly followed by a second one, not quite so violent, and a third, much smaller geyser. Derek sighed windily and lay in silence while both girls froze. The come was oozing down between their fingers. Then Derek swallowed and began snoring again. Beth rolled her eyes in relief and carefully extricated her sticky hand. She spread her fingers and watched several thin white strands droop like suspension bridge cables. She was feeling very pleased with herself for having gone this far without panicking and fleeing the bedroom. Francine was rather proud of herself, too. She brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. No aroma. Then, as Beth's eyebrows shot up, she stuck out her tongue and tasted the stuff. Not much to it, really. She'd thought sperm would taste like caviar, or something. Thoughtfully, she wiped her brother's come on his sheets and Beth did the same. Then, both girls quietly slipped off the bed and stole back across the room and out the door. When they pulled the door all the way shut, the *click* of the latch caused Derek to stir in his slumber. His eyes fluttered open and he smacked his lips, which were dry and cracked. God, what a wild dream. Peering down past his chest and stomach, he saw that his cock was still at better than half-mast, and twitching. When he took it in his hand, he was a bit surprised to find he had come in his sleep. He hadn't had a wet dream in years. He smiled. Must not be getting enough, he thought. Have to do something about that. In another minute, he was asleep again. * * * Back in Francie's room at the other end of the hall, the girls climbed into the same twin bed without even thinking about it. There were two beds in her room, so she tended to have a lot of sleepovers. They both were filled with enthusiasm at the success of their little adventure. In excited whispers, they replayed every move and argued over who had done what. They discussed Brendan Zimmerman's penis and how big it might be when it got hard. They wondered how many times a boy could come in one night and how much semen he might have available. Francie tried to describe the taste of the stuff while Beth wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. Then Francie began explaining about the feeling she'd had between her legs, and whether it was because of the presence of Derek's cock. Beth got up in a crosslegged position in the middle of the bed. "Do you still feel it?" She asked. When her friend hesitated, she added, "Because I do." Then she couldn't believe she'd said such a thing. Was this what being horny was like? She decided it could probably make you say and do peculiar things. "Yeah," Francie replied after a moment. "Yeah, I do, kind of." She squirmed and tried not to look at the crotch of Beth's pajamas. "Maybe we should just,... you know,... get it over with. I don't think I can go to sleep until I do, actually." "Um. Do you want me to go in the living room or something while you...?" In return, she tried not to look at Francie's panties, which were peeking out from beneath her nightshirt. "No, not really." She shrugged and played with the hem of her shirt. "Why don't we just, like, do it here? Like, together?" She held her breath. Suddenly, masturbating in her friend's presence was a very exciting idea. "Um,... Okay." Beth lifted the hem of her pajama top an inch. "Should we...?" When the other girl nodded, she pulled the top off over her head, then lay on her back and quickly pushed off the bottoms, before she lost her nerve. When she sat up again, naked, Francie's eyes were leaving tracks all up and down her body. Beth was a few months older than her friend but she knew she was a bit less developed. Her breasts were shallow cones topped by prominent pink nipples. Selfconsciously, she sat up straighter and pulled her shoulders back. Francie was chagrined at not having been the leader this time. With as much nonchalance as she could manage, she hauled off her nightshirt and pushed her panties down and off. Her own breasts were larger than Beth's, large enough to jiggle a bit when she bounced back up on the bed. Her nipples were much larger, though, and when she got aroused, they seemed to expand stiffly all across the tips of her breasts. When Beth looked up, she found Francie staring into her eyes. As she stared back, Francie spread her legs far apart, knees straight. There was a narrow patch of fine brown hair above the moist crevice. Beth was a little embarrassed by the bareness of her own crotch, but she matched the other girl's pose. They both sat there for a minute or two, each examining the other, and aware of being studied in return. And Francie was determined to regain her leadership position. Trying to act as if she did this sort of thing all the time, she let her fingers drift down between her thighs and began lightly caressing her clit and the edges of her pussy. Now that she didn't have to break the ice, Beth found herself able to copy the other girl. With her legs so far apart, her clit had thrust itself forward, and her fingertips found it immediately. She began to stroke the hardening tip of it softly with her middle finger, inhaling sharply at the rush of electricity that shot up her spine. Within a couple of minutes, both girls were deeply flushed and breathing heavily. Beth was rubbing herself much harder and Francie had hooked her middle finger far up into her snug cunt. Even the friction of her scant pubic hair against the palm of her hand was exciting. Unable to hold herself upright any longer, Francie let herself topple over onto her elbow. She stretched out on her side, bending her upper knee to allow better access to herself. Again, Beth followed suit, but since both of them were right-handed, they found themselves nose-to-knee with each other. Scooting a few inches in opposite directions, each girl suddenly found herself with a close-up view of a damp, aromatic pussy. Francie was the first to take advantage of the situation. Not sure why she was doing it, she let her hand move from her own crotch to her friend's hip, then to her inner thigh, then to the edges of her fine pubic hair,... and finally to the soft, warm flesh itself. As her fingertips explored Beth's genitals, her friend twitched and moaned softly. And Francie felt gently exploring fingers stroking her in return. Beth humped her crotch a bit closer to Francie's hand, which found itself cupping the entire warm mound. Beth made a breathy sound in the back of her throat -- certainly the most erotic sound in Francie's brief experience. It made her own clit twitch, and now Beth's fingers were stroking the entry into her cunt, tracing the margins of her hair, disappearing slowly inside her. Francie's eyes fluttered closed and she surrendered to the increasing heat at the base of her gut. Beth's mind suddenly was filled with an image from the film they had watched earlier that evening -- an image of two girls rubbing their crotches together, first front-to-front, then with their legs spread wide, like two pairs of scissors trying to cut each other. Francie's fingers on her pussy were making her crazy! Quickly, before she could think too much about what she was doing, Beth rolled over on her back and reached out to grab Francie's ankle, pulling the other girl's legs into a scissors position against her. Before Francie knew what was happening, her crotch was grinding directly against Beth's, pussy to pussy. The sensation of her friend's hot, wet flesh sliding against her own was beyond description, she thought, as she rotated her hips, trying to bring some other part of her body into the exchange. For her part, Francie didn't know what to expect when Beth unexpectedly took the lead in their mutual masturbation -- except that her pussy was frantically sending out signals. She couldn't believe the amount of heat their friction was producing! And then her own legs were spread wide between Beth's, and she felt her friend's dampness in direct contact with her own. She gasped, not having expected anything remotely like the arousal that leapt through her body. She pressed her crotch harder against Beth's while a tiny part of her brain wondered: Was this how women did "it" when they made love to each other? Was this fucking? Francie became aware that Beth's eyes were screwed tightly shut and her mouth was hanging open. She dragged her thumb down the length of Beth's clitoris and was rewarded with a shuddering, jerking gasp from her friend. And that set her off. Awkwardly clutching the other girl's torso between her knees, Francie felt the first waves of hot electricity gathering in her lower belly. Then it burst upon her like a private fireworks show, ricocheting around her insides and setting off tiny explosions in her knees and her toes. Some of it apparently leaked over to Beth, who squeezed Francie's ankles and tried to rub their crotches together even harder. Then Beth was jerking and gasping, too. It didn't last long -- only forever, Francie thought -- and then they were both sprawled across the bed, their combined sweat soaking the sheets. Beth didn't think she'd ever be able to catch her breath again as she listened to her friend gasping just as loudly. Every time she thought about the overwhelming sensations she had just survived, it caused a tiny aftershock in her groin. Finally, Francie crawled off her side of the bed and staggered to the bathroom, and Beth followed a moment later and stood naked in the hall waiting her turn. Then both girls crawled under the covers of the single bed and wrapped their arms around each other, any thought of pajamas or nightshirts gone forever. As Beth began to drift down into the depths, she heard Francie's sleepy voice murmuring in her ear: "Well, class, what have we learned today...?" She smiled and kissed her friend's cheek. "G'night, Francie." The other girl sighed lightly and squeezed her hand. "G'night, Beth." END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Copyright 2000 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -- Michael K. 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