Laura and Davey (1)

(Part 1 from 1)

I was a bit annoyed when Laura came to live with us. She was the daughter of my mother's oldest friend. The mother had been divorced for years and had no close family left when whe became seriously ill. She gratefully accepted my mother's offer to take Laura in. I was not grateful at all!

At age fourteen my own sexuality was starting to emerge, and Laura at age fifteen was barely ahead of me. Her little breasts were not more than small swellings topped with conical areolas and tiny nipples. I caught a view of these through a partialy closed door. Her hips had just begun to develop the feminine flare. Her best asset was her pretty face. Laura spoke softly and allowed my cruel comments and unwarranted slanders to pass without comment or retaliation. I began to feel guilty about my conduct, and my guilt made me more angry.

"Damn, you silly girl, what good are you?" I said one morning.
"Perhaps, I am no good at all," she replied. A big tear slid down her cheek.
"What a cry baby!" I exclaimed. Laura said nothing, but not another tear appeared on her pretty face. I felt terrible inside. I stood there looking at her. Then I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder.

"I am so sorry. I guess that I am just a jerk."
"No, you're not," she said. "You only resent my being here. You had the place to yourself; now you need to share."

That word hung in my head. I did not want to share, and I had collected all the toys and games into my room until my mother made me stop. I had not wanted Laura to touch anything.

"Listen," I said, "Come with me into my room and you can pick out anything you want an put it in your room. OK?"
"All right," she replied. She followed me to my room. Strangely, as we sorted through everything, she only took things that I really didn't want anyway: stuffed animals, games that I never played, unused boxes of crayons. I kept offering some of my treasures, but she took none of them, except for a toy knight mounted on a charger.


After that, we were inseparable and grew closer every day. My parents never noticed the change and continued to leave us on our own, maybe believing that our antipathy would prevent any undesirable contacts between us, you know, sexy stuff. That sexy stuff began very soon. It started with little lingering touches and progressed quickly. I found out that Laura's sexual immaturity was not matched by any lack of knowledge on the secrets of love.

Both my parents worked, and Laura and I were often left alone. I woke up one morning and Laura was in bed with me.
"I felt lonely," she complained. "Is it all right if I just lie here with you, Davey, until we get up?"
"Sure," I said, but it wasn't. I was old enough to wake up with a hard penis every day. Laura's presence in the bed was not helping. It stayed hard. Maybe it got harder, but eventually she noticied it.
"Ooooo, is that your penis?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied and tried to move away.
"Could I see it?" she asked. She moved her face near mine and smiled so prettily that I had to agree. She pulled the covers down and worked the fleshy prick out through the fly of my pajama bottoms. "I've never seen a real one before," she admitted, "only pictures in books."
Of course, I shared her curiosity. "Could I," I asked, "see you too... your pussy, I mean?"
"Yes, Davey." She pulled up her nightgown. She had nothing on under it, and her little pussy lips were right there. "Do you want to get naked together?" I agreed. I took off my pajama tops and bottoms, and she pulled her nightgown off over her head.

We lay next to each other, bare naked, first looking and then touching.
"Do you want to suck on my little titties?" Laura offered.
I had never though of such a thing, but, when she suggested it, I wanted to do it. I moved closer and put my mouth on one small breast and began to suck lightly on the immature nipple.
"Mmmmm... that feels good; do the other one too." I did.
After I had sucked both her breasts for a while, I noticed that she was rubbing her thighs together and wiggling her hips.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You are making me do that," Laura said. "It feels so good."
"It feels good sucking on them," I admitted.
"Want to do something else?" she asked.
"What?"
"Want to take a bubble bath with me?" That was fun too.

The next morning I woke up early. I heard my mother's car leaving and went into Laura's room. She was still asleep, so I got into bed and lay next to her. I felt her shaking me sometime later.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Laura whispered and kissed me on the lips. It was like a little shock. I felt it down to my again-rigid cock.
After we kissed a few more times, she moved up so her nipples were by my mouth. I knew what to do. Soon she was wiggling again.
I noticed an aroma about her, a girl smell, and I liked it. I sucked harder and longer this time. I realized that she must have taken her nightgown off after I fell asleep.
"Oooooo..." she moaned and held me tight. I looked at Laura, and she looked flushed.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"You made me have a little cummie," she murmured and she pulled herself against me and buried her hot face in my chest.
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's a really great feeling... it's sex, I guess." She stared at me as she recovered. "Take off your pajamas, Davey," she directed. I did.

Laura put her hand around my hard cock and began to slide her fist up and down, sometimes she would rub her thumb over the head. She kissed me on the lips while she pumped me. I began to feel like I needed to pee, but then a different feeling grew inside me. I had never felt it before and it grew bigger and bigger.
I cried out, that new feeling was pleasure almost like pain. Then I sensed a dampness on my cock and on Laura's hand. I didn't remember having peed, so I looked. Some sticky white junk was on my cock and on Laura's hand.
"What's that stuff?" I asked, a little scared.

Laura must have sensed my fright. "Don't worry, Davey; that is your sperm. I made it come out and that made you feel good." She got up and wiped her hand off with a tissue and cleaned me up too.

"Did it feel good, Davey?" she asked. "Did you like what I did?"
"I... I guess so; it felt so different." I could still feel some residual sensation in my groin. "Maybe we could do it again sometime." "Maybe we could," Laura said and smiled at me. She was so pretty.

We rose and took a shower together. After she washed her own hair, she washed mine for me.

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