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A Ministers Daughter and A Right Turn

No one ever sees hormones when they first show up; similarly, no
one ever knows that's what's driving them until later; much, much
later.  There are some signs to read which are near-certain
indicators of their presence: growth spurts, voice changes,
interests both focusing and widening and, most of all, toys that
change from being made of metal, plastic and wood to clothes,
movie tickets, driver's licenses, dinner bills and flowers for
her; the tomboy who blossomed in front of my eyes when her own
hormones pushed and pulled her shape into curves, pheromones and
coyness that appeared at her command from absolutely nowhere.  

When that girl, Ann Wobbie, changed that year I went from being
buddies with the minister's five foot tall tomboy daughter to
devoting enormous wasted energy and time into finding out what
was pushing her dress out here and pulling it in there, what made
her hips move sinuously when she walked and what the other eight
inches that got added between her toes and her topknot was.  Ann
knew it much earlier than I did and had an advantage, she had
oodles of time to practice driving me and everyone else crazy in
ways which showed up in her jeans.   I know for certain with the
advantage of knowledge and hindsight that they must have all
along been embedded in 30,000 pairs of her genes, waiting, biding
their time just like mine did to me.  

We could talk about anything and we continued to as we both began
to date, each other once or twice, then others.  It was pretty
much hopeless for me and pretty fruitless to do what I really
wanted to do with her: explore her new body in detail.  Oh, she'd
talk about it and we could sit hip to hip on a couch and even
necked for hours one night.  The best that could be said is that
I felt the shape of her right breast through her sweater and
heavy bra twice but nothing more.  We were, had been, will be
friends and would not be anything more, a fact that was fairly
obvious to both of us fairly soon after all this stuff arrived. 
Even hormones, in retrospect, couldn't change that and we both
realized it at some point.

At any rate, the worst thing she did was developing a rebellious
streak towards the strict rules of her parents, which wasn't all
that surprising given the rigidity of her upbringing.  That was
the chink in her armor, the one thing she didn't realize
logically and which drove her to take chances and behave in ways
that were decidedly different from her parents.  It showed up
with the new friends she added to her circle, Diane Engle, Billy
Twobridge, Melanie Crow and Harold Stone.  They weren't the
religious circle, more the "let's experience life on the edge"
circle.  Decent enough but devoted to taking more chances than
either of us had been comfortable with before.

The sun was warm and the two of us were sitting on a green
hillside talking Sunday afternoon.  We had both gone out the
night before and I had struck out again with my number one goal:
touch a woman and feel not only her breasts but also the rest of
her.  That was the intensity and narrowness of my focus and it
took all my breathing and eating to pay proper attention to it
most of the time most days.  

Ann threw a blade of grass into the breeze and watched it flutter
to our left and flicker left and right, helicoptering it's way
all the way down to the ground.  I just grumped a grouchy grumble
of frustration, which wasn't like me.  She caught the sound of
what I'd said and knit her eyebrows together tightly for a second
before relaxing them, pulling the corners of her mouth upward and
grinning as she spoke.  "What's the matter, Wee One,frustrated?"

I was embarrassed and reddened with the force of the spear her
words made on their target.  Some things I hadn't yet discussed
with her.  This was definitely one of them.  The first thought I
had was to throw a wad of grass at her and run away starting a
game but I didn't do that.  That's what I would have done the
year before.  This year, I just sat there and asked her, "Are we
good enough friends still to talk about this, Ann?"

There was no hesitation.  "Absolutely.  And, it will never escape
my lips, my friend, Wee One."

My head bobbed up and down affirming that her message was
received and my face returned to its normal color once I didn't
feel afraid to tell her how much I wanted and what I wanted.

"Well, Ann, first of all, I'm not a Wee One anymore.  I'm now
quite a bit bigger than that just like you have breasts and hips
and all the rest.  I grew too."

"I've heard that some boys are bigger than others.  Is that true,
Brandon?" she asked.

"Not easy for me to answer since we don't go around looking at
one another but if you are a 38 D now, I'm a 40 D in my own
department."  

He didn't look but he did hear her giggle as she responded, "You
mean 9" long?"

"Shit, Ann, I never measured it but it's something like that. 
Seems damned big when it grows.  It's like a whole new me has
shown up and wants to do one thing."

"I couldn't believe it when my breasts grew like they did and I
got hair on my tummy and my period started so I can sure relate.
The other side of it is some new nerve endings showed up which
feel really good when they are touched just right.  I mean real
good, Brandon."

"You think girls have the same interest in sex that I do?"
floated tentatively across the space between us.

"Some, but not all.  It's different.  We've got these forces
pushing us but we know we can get sick or pregnant and it sort of
tempers it most of the time.  I know I have a big interest in it
but I am afraid to do more than petting.  Of course, when I'm
home, I'm exploring how it all feels by myself.  Rumor has it
that you boys do that too.  What do you call it?  Jack off?"

"Ann!"

"Well, do you?"

He stopped pretending and answered her honestly.  "Every day and
sometimes twice.  You wouldn't believe how big I get and how good
it feels to release all that white liquid that my body builds
up."

"For me, it's like a series of shudders and waves which race from
my spine through my stomach and between my legs until I rub the
little spot at the top which swells and really makes me feel
good.  Sometimes, I'm afraid my parents or my little sister will
hear me it feels so good."

"I got that right, Ann.  To get back to the present, it's why I'm
so frustrated today.  I took Sally to get a pizza and then to a
movie and home and got a peck on the cheek for my trouble.  Third
date and I actually hurt down there when I got home, you know."

"Maybe I know someone who can help you out, Brandon.  What do you
think?"

"You mean one of your friends?"

"I shouldn't say it but I am virtually certain that Diane Engle
is not a virgin and that she is already experiencing all the
pleasures of sex when she wants to."

"All?"

"All."

"Wow.  She's not bad looking either, Ann.  Too bad I don't know
her enough to ask her out."

"I can arrange that if you want with one provision."

"What's that, Ann?"

"Between you and I, our honest-to-God, only-us, secret, you've
got to tell me everything that happens, how it feels and what
works and what doesn't."

"Doesn't sound like something a gentleman would do to me."

She cuffed him on the shoulder with the heel of her hand and
chastised him before speaking, "Brandon, this is you and me. 
We've never kept anything a secret from each other for more than
a week or so haven't we?"

"True.  All right, I guess it's okay.  What are you going todo?"

"Give me until Monday evening, then give her a call and you'll be
set up if she has any interest.  I can't guarantee she'll want to
go on a date with you or that if she does anything like what you
want will happen but you are a pretty good looking guy and if I
even hint that your dick is nine inches or more, I'd bet you've
got a shot at a date with Diane."

We chattered on for a while before heading to our respective
homes and what was certainly a solo performance for each of us
based on the content of our discussion.  I know it was for me and
I'd bet it was for Ann as well.

School dragged and I sort of got through Monday and Monday
evening waiting for Ann to call me and tell me if she'd spread
her word.  It was nearly nine thirty that night when the phone
rang at home and she told me that Diane had agreed and gave me
her number to call.  I wrote it down in shaky strokes, already
nervous at what was more than the normal mysterious date, rather,
a date that could change my status and maybe let me touch a
woman.  

I took a chance and called her house ten minutes later and asked
for Diane.  Her mom answered the phone and got her out of her
bedroom where she told me she'd been finishing up some homework.
There was something in her voice that made me feel welcome, a
smile or a sound that made me think it was a smile and I relaxed.
 We talked for an hour until her mother came into her bedroom and
told her it was time to shut the phone off for the night.  We
agreed that I could take her to a movie that Saturday and would
pick her up at 7:30 p.m. and we'd have a quick dinner and see one
of the current movies and talk.

We were very lucky in that town.  Lucky for teenagers, anyway. 
We still had the one remaining outdoor drive-in movie theatre
left in America.  It was a perfect place for privacy if you found
a corner away from everyone else.

How I got through the week I'll never know.  Fact is, my cock was
nearly worn out with solo performances before getting out of bed
in the morning and going to sleep at night.  During the day it
felt full to me all day.  I probably missed most of what was said
in class that week.  Despite it all, Saturday showed up and I
showed up, right on time, at Diane's door and said hello to her
family and talked nervously with them while Diane finished
something up and came out.  She looked great.  Diane was not a
raving beauty or a dog but a girl who was normal and sort of
medium.  She wore a sweater, which she filled out nicely, and a
black skirt and nylons.  I complimented her, of course which
brought smiles from her and her parents.  They sounded like nice
people. She grabbed a jacket and waved at her folks then, saying,
"We'll be home by midnight.  Don't wait up" and started towards
the door, which I hurried to open for her and followed her out.

Over dinner at Applebees, she and I got to know one another and
found out we shared a common interest in photography and liked
reading some of the same poets.  We got comfortable with one
another and actually felt a little chemistry that I'm not sure
either of us had expected.  I paid the check and helped her into
the car where she sat on her side of the car tucked tightly into
her seatbelt.  We drove into the drive in and I found a spot,
which was a little off to the side and parked.  She got the
speaker and put it inside the window on her side and adjusted the
volume while I shut the engine off and tried to be cool and
relaxed.

The screen forty rows ahead of where we were sitting in my car
was doing previews and I was pretty much tongue-tied for the
first time in my life.  We remained kind of off to the side when
the movie started as no other cars parked near us.  She sat on
her side and surprised me when she filled the void by saying,
"Nervous, isn't it?"

I gulped and answered her.  "Diane, I thought it was only me."

"No, silly, it's both of us especially when we both know that we
have to be home by midnight, right?"

Her answer was a little bit of a shock to me.  Ann was right, she
was more forward than any girl I'd dated so far and I wasn't
totally sure that we were talking about the same thing when I
answered.  "I wouldn't want to do anything to upset you, you
know, Diane.  I liked your family and I'm really enjoying the
evening but I was wondering what could come next.  Were you?"

Her giggle got closer as the sound of her seat belt unbuckling
snapped and her hands fumbled with my buckle until the click of
it unlatching sounded.  "There.  Now, Brandon, let's sit together
and see what develops, okay?"

She didn't wait for my answer but scooted her skirt to the center
where I met her.  Our hips and our shoulders touched and we
turned and began a very long kiss.  I swear I can still remember
how she tasted and what it felt like when she opened her mouth
and let my liquids mix with hers.  She was sweet and dark and
cool and warm and damned intimate with that kiss which went on
for a long time.  While we kissed, I put an arm around her and
she turned on the seat which put her breasts against my side and
chest where I could feel their warmth on me and she could feel me
against her.

If my eyes had been open, I am sure she could have seem them
doing flip-flops with the emotions racing around behind them. 
Ann had been right about a lot of things and we had three hours
together and alone to find out just how much and how far we were
willing to go.

She finally broke the kiss enough to pull her head back while her
arms stayed around me and she asked, "You won't think I'm not
nice will you, Brandon?"

"Never," I stuttered out.  

In my mind, all I wanted right then was to focus on her; touch
her bra under her sweater, then feel her tits under it, maybe get
lucky and slide my hands down into her panties.  It was all about
me touching her and feeling her in my mind.

She shifted further apart, reached behind her and whispered to
me, "This one is hard to unhook.  Let me do it to make it easier
for you, okay?"

She was reaching behind her, forcing her chest out towards me and
I nodded and whispered something that she must have taken for the
pathetic "yes" that it was meant to be.  One minute her arms were
behind her and the next she shuffled beneath her sweater, moving
her arms and shoulders and suddenly this pink bra with soft,
silky cups was coming out of her left sleeve when she pulled it
and rubbed it over my face and mouth to smell her essence and
feel the warmth she had put into it.  I inhaled deeply and just
started kissing her again as my hands moved around her and
beneath her sweater until I held each of her breasts in my hands.
 Heaven would not be any better was certainly my only thought if
I had any thoughts based on brain cells at all.  She moaned and
increased the force of her kiss against me until it was like she
was cycling the pressure of her lips to match the caresses my
hands were doing on these new and wonderfully round and full toys
which had very pointed and very pronounced nipples at their tips.
 I couldn't resist and rubbed the palms of my hands over them
again and again as I held them, then rubbed them for what seemed
like a long time.  I hardly noticed that her hands had tugged my
shirt out of my pants and were all over my own chest and back as
she explored me in return.

Neither of us was watching the movie and neither of us was going
to stop there.  For the first time in my life, a woman drug her
hand over my slacks "accidentally" where my cock was rock hard
and sticking uncomfortably down the length of my leg.  I thought
she mumbled, "Oh, my" under her breath and I got bold enough to
take a hand off her right breast and around to the side where her
zipper on her skirt was.  Heart in my mouth, I found the little
zipper tag and tugged it downward as she lifted her hips to help
me.  In only a second, it had opened the top of her skirt and
freed it for my hand, which was for the first time going to touch
a woman's most intimate area.

My fingers found an area of elastic, two bands and I dug until
they dove beneath both layers and followed the round skin of her
stomach until I met the more course hair on her mons.  I stopped
and whispered, "Are you sure, Diane?"

She didn't say anything, just kissed harder and sort of moved her
head up and down in a kind of kissing nod.  It was right then
that I got the first shock of my life.  My zipper sounded its
ziiiiiip as it was pulled down and her hand slid inside, feeling
around until she found the band of my boxers and went lower,
curling around my cock.  I had never once thought a girl would be
touching me.  Somehow, it had been about me touching them and I
was definitely and pleasantly surprised.  Surprised enough to
slide my own hand further over the puffy, hair covered mons and
lay two fingers down the length of her swollen opening.  She
squirmed and we put our legs out to open ourselves to each other.
 My fingers lay there and felt the heat of her body as her
fingers begin to curl and move up and down my shaft.  

"Ummmh, Brandon, put your fingers inside...make them go in and
out, please."

Her lips were dry at the outside edges but the instant he found
the opening where they met and he pressed they slid inside her to
a warmth and wetness that could only be described as heat and
sex.  It was all new and all nice as I stroked her length, pushed
one then two fingers in and out of her until here experience
whispered to me again.  "Honey, at the top, there's a little
button.  Try and find it with your finger.  It's my clit and it's
very nice when you touch it."  I fumbled a little but with her
guidance, found it and ran my finger across it and watched her
shudder and shudder until she arched her back and closed her eyes
and spurted some kind of liquid on the finger which was inside
her.  "Yes, oh yes, that's the spot and that's an orgasm, honey.
You are sooo goood!"

He just kept touching and feeling and being felt, waiting for
what would come next.  She slowed, settled and kissed and
caressed his face as she said, "Thank you, Brandon.  Thank you. 
That felt so good.  Why don't you let me help you?"

My answer was to squeeze my ass and open my legs which she
understood as she drug my pants and my boxers past my cock and
balls, pushed me apart a little and bent over with her head.  The
first touch of her soft lips was magic and when she put it inside
her mouth and caressed it with both her lips and her curled
tongue, I thought I was going to die.  I guess I had done it solo
all week enough that I had taken some of the heat out of it when
I didn't cum in her mouth at the first time feeling.  She began
to move up and down and did it several times until she came to
her senses and knew that if she kept it up she would make me cum.
 It was pretty clear who the novice was and who was in control of
what in the front seat and it wasn't me but it was what I wanted.
 Her wet lips said directly into my ear, "I'm on the pill,
Brandon."  With that, she reached for her purse and dug around
until she found a foil packet, which she slipped into my hand and
whispered again, "Put it on.  I want you inside me and we both
want to be safe, don't we?"

My teeth tore the foil and my fingers put it on with her help
while she held my testicles and breathed warm breaths into my
neck and looked at all nine inches of my cock in the low light
and breathed very deep and very fast breaths.  When the condom
was on, reservoir end at the tip, she told me, "I'll keep my
sweater on if you'll get over here and lay on your back.  I'll
get over you and you can put that wonderful cock into me, okay?"

I picked her up and slid beneath her for an answer as she turned
over to face me and lay on me on the reclined seat.  She shifted
and put her hand between us, guided my cock to her wet opening
and spread her knees on the seat enough to allow it to touch her.
 My memory isn't that great about what happened next but it
seemed like one second I was outside her and the next I was
inside her and she was squeezing me with her muscles, sucking my
cock with the muscles of her vagina and moving her hips and
knees.  She rested on her breasts and her arms and cooed and
murmered into my ear as her body began to go up and down as she
took all of me into her and against her cervix.  She stopped,
squeezed like hell then shuddered and pushed down as hard as she
could, like a mad woman who couldn't get enough as she flooded my
cock with her juices and triggered first one release then another
of my own fluid into her body.  I couldn't believe it, I could
smell her, feel her warmth, touch her wetness and smell the
sexual odor of our fluids as we fucked.   It was wonderful, wet
and I thanked God right then for my good friend Ann and my new
friend Diane.

Neither of us was that experienced and we both came down, laying
atop one another until my cock shrunk enough to slip out as my
hands felt the cheeks of her butt and the top of her head where
it rested against my neck and chest.  "You're wonderful, Diane,
just wonderful."

"Honey, I haven't seen many but you take the cake.  Will you take
me out again?"

"Oh yes.  You can bet on that.  Just name the time."

"Good.  I was hoping you'd say that.  How about going on a picnic
with my family tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sure.  I'd like that."

"We won't be able to do this but there's always next weekend for
that."

"Diane, honey, I'm yours tomorrow afternoon and next Saturday." 
My hands were stroking her back and slipping around to her
breasts as my cock regained some of it's life and she felt it,
spread her legs again and guided me inside her where we stroked
and stroked until she shuddered once again, came down and then
slid off me enough to take the condom off, lean down and put the
wet head of my cock in her mouth.  "Might as well get started on
the picnic, don't you think?"

To this day, I'm sure I remember her laughter as the head
disappeared inside her mouth that night and how odd it felt to be
around her family the next day.  Odd but fun and the start of a
three month relationship that ended when both of us sort of ran
out of things to say to one another.  We're still friends today
but don't do anything sexual with one another.

Ann sat in my car on the same leather seats which were easy to
clean and listened as I told her each of the details.  Before I
was half way done she put her fingers on her lips and asked me,
"Can I trust you?"

"Sure, with your life, Ann."

"Good."  With that, she reached under her skirt and pulled her
panties off and rubbed them across my lips beneath my nose and
told me to finish the story and I could watch her masturbate or
even help her out which I did.  When she came, it was my finger
inside her touching the little rough patch of skin behind her
clit inside her body which really triggered a flood.  All she
could do was mumble and then fumble as she did something she
never did again when she reached for my zipper, did it and sucked
my cock until she drew my fluids out of me and down her throat.

"See, I told you it would be our secret, didn't I?"

I could only agree and decided that the right turn she'd made me
take had been a wonderful thing.


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