“But I can’t, John. Mom or Dad would eventually catch on to what we’re doing. And even if they didn’t, you would eventually get me pregnant. And I can’t let that happen. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
“But I thought you said I couldn’t get you pregnant during your ‘safe time.'”
“I told you that, so you wouldn’t be so scared. And I wasn’t exactly lying to you either. Unfortunately, nothing in Nature is ever 100% true. There are always exceptions to every rule. And although it is extremely rare, there have been cases of girls getting pregnant during their ‘safe times.’ The fact is, that each time we fuck, the risk becomes greater and greater that you might get me pregnant.”
“But I could use one of those balloon-looking things,” John suggested. “And that would keep you from getting pregnant, wouldn’t it?”
“You mean a ‘rubber’?”
John nodded his head.
“It wouldn’t be the same, John. And you know it. Besides that, rubbers are notorious for leaking, or breaking, or slipping off at the worst possible times. And anyway, we’d always be tempted to go ahead and fuck without using the rubber. You know I’m not lying, John.”
“Yeah, but we could still have sex with each other, without actually fucking. Couldn’t we?”
“Do you really believe that, John. Look me straight in the eye right now, while you’ve still got your dick inside me, and tell me that you never want to have your dick inside my pussy again.
“You can’t do it, can you? Well, I can’t do it either. I’ll always yearn to feel you inside me again and again, John. And we’d both become totally frustrated by the whole experience,” said Val, pausing for a moment, and then shaking her head very slowly, as she added, “No. It’s better for both of us that this be the first–and the last–time that we ever make love.”
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure, John.”
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“Of course I did! You mean you couldn’t tell?”
“Well I felt a bunch of wet stuff coming out of your…your pussy,…and I really wasn’t sure whether it was from me, or from you.”
“It was from me, John.”
“Wow, I never knew that girls squirted out stuff during sex. I thought only boys did that.”
“Well girls do too. It’s just that some of us squirt out more ‘stuff’ than others–at least that’s what my best friend, Sharon, told me. And I just happen to be one of those girls that gets really wet during an orgasm. I guess it’s a hereditary type of thing. I noticed that you weren’t lacking in that department either.”
“Yeah, I do leave a pretty good-size mess, don’t I? It can be a real pain-in-the-ass, whenever I’m jacking off.”
“How do you think I feel, when I’m masturbating?”
“I didn’t know that girls jacked off.”
“Well they do. But of course, they do it differently from the way that boys do. And it’s not called ‘jacking off,’ whenever us girls do it. I prefer to call it ‘playing with myself.’ But Sharon always calls it ‘diddling herself.’ Can I ask you something very personal?”
“Sure, go right ahead.”
“Have you ever had sex with another boy?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“I’ve heard that boys like to get together and jack off. Do you guys really do that?”
“Yes,” John said, feeling very embarrassed.
“Do you just watch each other jack off, or do you actually play with each other’s ‘things’?” Val asked, while pointing down to his crotch, and pretending to be disgusted with the thought.
“What do you think?” John quipped back, sounding very defensive.
“I think you’re too ashamed and embarrassed to tell me that you’ve had your hands on another guy’s wiener.”
“Yeah? Well I’m not exactly proud of it. You know? It only happened one time. And after it was over, I felt like a God damn queer, or something.”
“When did it happen, John?”
John hesitated for a guilty moment, and then quietly admitted, “Last week.”
“Last week? Wow! That wasn’t very long ago, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” John agreed.
“I just want you to know, John, that there’s nothing wrong with what you did. And it doesn’t mean that you’re a homosexual. Tonight should have proved that to you.
“Sometimes Sharon and I make out with each other, just like you and I did tonight.
“Don’t get me wrong. Sharon and I usually don’t plan on having sex, whenever we get together. It just kind of happens–all on its own–when the situation is right, and we’re both in the mood.
“Of course, Sharon doesn’t have a penis. So there’s no way for us to actually fuck. But believe me, we do everything else. I was just wondering if guys did that too.”
“No. We didn’t kiss or hug, or anything like that. We just jacked off. And that’s pretty much all we did together.”
“That’s wild. What did you say to him? ‘Meet me at such and such time and place, so that we can jack off?'”
“No, not really. He’s a good friend of mine, even though he’s a year older than me. And he was the one who ‘came on’ to me.
“I was in his bedroom. And we were talking about ‘girls,’ and ‘sex,’ and stuff like that. Then he pulled out a Playboy magazine that he had hidden under his bed. And we both looked at all the naked women in the photos for a while.
“Then I looked over at his crotch. And I saw that he had a boner. And I just couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Of course, I had a bulge at the front of my pants too. And he was staring at my boner, just like I was staring at his.
“He asked me if I wanted to watch him jack off. I have to admit that I was very curious to see if my friend would jack off in the same way that I did. So I accepted his ‘offer,’ out of sheer curiosity, more than anything else.”
“Of course you did,” Val agreed. “If I were in your shoes, I would have too. But that’s not what ended up happening. Is it, John? Come on, you can be honest with me. I promise I’ll never tell anyone else.”
“Well, he pulled down his pants, and started jacking off in front of me. And I couldn’t help but reach down into my crotch, and squeeze my boner through my pants, while I was watching him.
“Then he told me that it was okay with him, if I wanted to go ahead and jack off in front of him too. So I pulled my pants down. And I started…uhm…well, you know…” John’s voice trailed off, as a wave of embarrassment all of the sudden overwhelmed him.
“Playing with yourself?” Val suggested, trying to help John out with the unexpected tongue-tied pause in his story.
“Yeah, that. And I was doing it, right in front of him, just like he was already doing in front of me.
“Then he moved in real close to me, while we were still standing up, face-to-face. And he started rubbing and beating the head of his dick up against mine. We laughed as we had this play-swordfight with our dicks. But it was also very erotic. And I got really excited.
“When my friend reached over and grabbed hold of my dick, I didn’t try to stop him. I just reached across and grabbed hold of his dick, as we continued our play-swordfight, with each of us controlling the other person’s little ‘sword.’
“Actually, compared to his ‘sword,’ my ‘sword’ was really only a ‘dagger.'”
“That must’ve been very intimidating,” Val said. “I know how intimidated I was by Sharon’s firm medium-size breasts, with their perfectly-formed puffy nipples, the first time that we ever got naked in front of each other. I felt like my saggy breasts, with my weird-looking long-ass nipples, were inferior to hers.
“But I found out later, that my large breasts and my unique-looking nipples really excited Sharon a lot. And she couldn’t keep her hands off of them. Do my breasts excite you, John?”
“You bet.”
“Well your dick excites me too. And I’ll bet that the other boy also found your dick to be exciting.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. But at least he didn’t make fun of it. This all probably sounds really stupid to you.”
“On the contrary. I think it’s pretty cute. Sharon and I usually play around with each other, before we make out. You wouldn’t believe some of the silly things we’ve done together.
“But let me guess. The other boy started stroking your little ‘sword.’ And that’s when you stopped playing around, and ‘got down to business.'”
“Close, but no cigar. During our little ‘swordfight,’ my friend placed his other hand on my balls. So I did the same thing to him. And while we were feeling out each other’s balls, we both stopped laughing and joking around. And the mood quickly got very serious. My friend finally said, ‘Tell you what. Why don’t we just jack each other off?’
“Then we both got naked from the waist down. And we sat down on the floor, facing each other, with our legs spread apart. And we jacked each other off, while we both stared at each other’s dicks the whole time.
“My friend orgasmed first. And I really enjoyed watching him orgasm, and seeing his sperm squirt out all over the place.
“Afterwards, he just kept on jacking me off. And, as you can imagine, it didn’t take very long at all for him to make me orgasm. But I have to admit that it was kind of embarrassing, when I was letting him watch me orgasm. Pretty boring, huh?”
“On the contrary. I find it fascinating just how different boys and girls are from each other. By the way, after it was all over, did this other boy let you know that he wanted to jack off with you again sometime?”
“Yeah, he did, as a matter of fact.”
“You see? I told you he liked your dick.”
“But I’m not sure whether I really want to do that again.”
“Let me know how that goes. But I’ll bet you a dollar that you’ll end up with your hands on that other boy’s dick again, before this month is over with.
“Now I’d better get back to my own bedroom,” Val said, right after John’s penis finally went limp enough to fall out of her vagina on its own.
John rolled off of Val, and watched her as she stood up, and put her nightgown back on.
“Hey, don’t forget your panties,” John said.
“That’s okay. Why don’t you just keep ’em?” Val said, leaning over the bed to give John a tender kiss on his forehead.
“I will. I’ll keep ’em for the rest of my life!”
“Goodnight, John. Pleasant dreams,” she said as she left John’s bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her.
Val went straight to her bedroom, closed and locked her bedroom door, took her nightgown off, got into her bed, pulled the covers up over her nude body–and then immediately began masturbating like crazy.
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