Learning to French by Ira Bond

Learning to French by Ira Bond

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Tim teaches Amy about Frenching.

Tim took Amy to her brother’s bedroom in the attic and he laid her on the bed. Amy’s brother had joined the Navy and was gone a lot. Tim smiled at Amy, then gave her a quick peck on the mouth. “That’s a kiss,” he said. “When you French you open your mouth and touch tongues.”

Tim was Amy’s cousin. Their families were descended from the Navajo nation and they both had light brown skin. Amy and Tim both had thick black hair. Tim grew his hair past his shoulders, nearly as long as Amy’s.

Tim had offered to teach Amy how to ‘French’. He told her that that’s how boyfriends and girlfriends kissed. Like in the movies and on TV. She wanted to do that. She didn’t know they were touching tongues.

Amy grimaced. “Ugh. Really?” she said.

“Yep,” he said. “That’s how boyfriends and girlfriends kiss.

Amy shrugged. “Okay,” she said.

Amy was close to Tim though he was a few years older than her. Her sister, Pam, was closer to Tony, Tim’s brother, who was a few years her junior. Pam treated Tony like he was her child. Always pandering to his whims. At that moment Pam was playing a video game with Tony and letting him win.

Their parents were playing cards in the kitchen. They came to Amy’s house nearly every weekend to play cards, so the cousins saw a lot of each other. After coming in the door Tony and Tim would pair off with their favorite cousin. Since the boys were not allowed in the girl’s bedroom they played in other places, like Amy’s brother’s bedroom up a long, steep flight of stairs.

When they were little Tim and Amy played ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ in that bedroom, but her brother wasn’t in the Navy back then and he would run them out of his room if he caught them there.

After her brother joined the Navy his room was where Tim showed Amy he had pubic hair. Not to be outdone she showed him that, even though she was younger, she had fuzz as well. When her breasts were budding and she started wearing a bra, Tim accused her of stuffing until she pulled up her shirt and bra and showed him her little titties. She didn’t brag about starting her period because that was embarrassing and boys thought it was gross.

Tim said, “Close your eyes.” Amy closed her eyes and Tim put his mouth over hers. He poked his tongue between her lips and teeth.

While Tim ran his tongue around Amy’s mouth; which, at first she thought was gross, he touched her chest. Amy pushed him back and said, “hey!”

She was alarmed by the sudden touch. It confused her.

Tim said, “Calm down, it’s what you do when you French or your boyfriend will think you’re lame. Now, you’re supposed to rub the front of my jeans.”

Amy was skeptical, but she reluctantly opened her mouth and kissed Tim again and put her hand on his pants leg and rubbed it around.

Tim laughed, grabbed her hand and put it on his zipper. “Rub this part.”

Tim wanted Amy to touch his weenie. She wasn’t supposed to do that. Was she?

Amy had seen Tim’s penis before. He liked showing her when they were by themselves. They were both curious about the other’s progress. Tim’s penis was big and veiny, which didn’t impress Amy. Tim wanted it to grow really big, which Amy didn’t understand, even though she wanted her boobs to get real big. Tim would play with it and it would get stiff. It was weird!

Amy wanted to be grown up and have a boyfriend and not be lame, so she rubbed Tim’s privates. Gently. Through his pants. Then it moved. It was growing.

It was hard to concentrate on moving her tongue around and rubbing what she knew was Tim’s penis while he squeezed her nipples. It was like juggling. Her nipples were hard and, for some reason, her vagina seemed to enjoy all the pinching and squeezing Tim was doing on her breasts.

Amy rubbed and pulled on Tim’s penis through his jeans while they kissed. It felt like a rubber rod.

Tim put his hand on Amy’s crotch and rubbed and squeezed between her legs. Amy’s vagina hoped it would get some hands on attention even though she kept thinking she should pull away. She was so busy keeping her tongue and hands moving, while her body was blushing and buzzing, that she let him keep going. Then he undid the zipper of her shorts and slipped his hand inside and felt her fuzz.

“Wait,” she hissed, “don’t do that!”

“It’s okay,” he said, “it’s just Frenching. Hold on.” Tim stood up on the bed and took off his jeans, then flopped down next to Amy in his tighty whities. His penis poked straight out making a tent in his underwear. “Now you take off your shorts.”

Amy thought about it. Well, Tim took his shorts off first so it seemed only fair for her to take her shorts off. Amy lay back and pulled them off.

When they started Frenching again Tim put his hand on Amy’s vulva. She was the only one who ever touched herself that way and now Tim was squeezing her privates with only a cotton crotch panel separating them. It was exciting and scary.

Amy explored a flap in the front of Tim’s underwear. She worked her hand in and squeezed his penis. His naked weenie. It was sticking straight out. She squeezed it and rubbed it and Tim moaned, “That feels so good.”

Because Tim was moaning, Amy moaned too.

Then Tim slipped his hand inside her underwear and rubbed between the lips of her vulva. Then he put his finger inside her. Amy whimpered. She didn’t push his hand away. They were worked up. He pushed his finger in and out and Amy got wet.

After a while, Tim said, “Okay, next lesson.” Amy was startled. There was more? She was suddenly embarrassed that she was touching his weenie. She pulled her hand back.

“Next lesson?” Amy asked.

“We kiss each other’s privates,” he said. “But a boyfriend calls his privates a ‘peter’. And he calls his girlfriend’s privates . . .”

“A pussy,” Amy said while blushing violently. She knew the word and had heard it many times, referring to a girl’s privates, but it was funny. Her ‘pussy’ wasn’t anything like a cat. “I’m supposed to kiss your peter?” She wrinkled her nose and said, “I don’t think so.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Tim said, “It’s just Frenching. Tell you what, you don’t have to do it. I’ll just kiss your pussy. Take off your panties.”

Amy felt strange being ordered around by Tim as if he were a doctor telling her to take off her clothes and put a backless gown on. ‘He’s not a doctor,’ she thought.

“Nuh uh! If I have to take off mine you have to take off yours,” she said.

“Fine,” he said, and before she knew it Tim was completely naked; his peter sticking straight out of a thin black thatch of hair. “Here, I’ll help you,” he said, and pulled at her panties. She lifted her butt and he slid them down her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off his peter.

Amy was naked from the waist down and Tim looked at her crotch. He put a finger out and stroked the fluff of hair, down there. She blushed and covered it with her hands.

“Now,” he said, “lay back and spread your legs.”

Amy was laying down with her knees together, so she pulled them apart an inch. Tim laughed. Using his hands he pushed her knees wide. It embarrassed her to lie that way. It wasn’t ‘lady like’ to spread your legs like that. It went against everything she was taught.

“Now close your eyes,” he sang. Amy closed her eyes and Tim put his mouth on her pussy.

Tim licked Amy’s slit, pushed his tongue inside her, rubbed it all around and sucked. Amy moaned. He sucked her clitoris and she was electrified.

She felt like she was building up to something. She guessed it was an orgasm though she didn’t think she’d ever had one just playing with herself.

Then the cousins heard chairs scooching on the kitchen floor, downstairs. Tim froze for a second. Then he leapt off the bed and put his underwear and shorts on. Amy lay there stunned, her pussy glistening. Tim grabbed her shorts and panties and threw them in her face. “Put ‘em on!” he hissed, so she did, feeling like her entire body was blushing.

Tim found a deck of cards on the bedside table, split the deck, gave half to Amy who was pulling on her panties and whispered, “We’re playing war.” Tim threw down a handful of cards face up in front of them both as he heard his aunt ascending the stairs.

By the time Amy’s mom, Joyce, arrived in the doorway, Amy and Tim were throwing down one card at a time and one would claim victory and claim the two cards. “Time for dinner kids,” she said.

Amy felt like her mom could see her wet, overheated vagina and it was hard to keep from blushing.

After grilled hamburgers and fries were eaten and the table cleared the grown ups went back to their game and the kids settled in front of the TV.

Amy’s brain was sizzling and churning over her French lessons. She wanted more practice. She had touched Tim’s peter! Tim had kissed her privates! Her . . . well, pussy!

After 15 minutes of watching TV Tim said, “this is boring. Wanna finish our game Amy?”

Tony said, “I wanna play!”

“We’re playing for money,” Tim said. “It’ll cost you a dollar.” Tony slumped back on the couch. He didn’t have a dollar. Amy and Tim ran upstairs.

“Did you really wanna play war?” Amy asked.

“Well,” Tim said, “I thought you might want to learn how to French some more.” Amy nodded so they crawled onto the bed and started kissing.

After a few minutes, Amy said, “What about the other part?”

“You mean kissing privates?” Tim whispered. “Did you like that part?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, and blushed. Amy really liked that part.

“Well,” Tim said, “I know how to French a girl’s pussy but you don’t know how to French your boyfriend’s peter yet. Do you want to learn?”

Amy didn’t think she wanted to learn that part. The thought of kissing Tim’s peter made her stomach churn. Since she had already learned how to get her pussy Frenched, she would probably have to learn to kiss a peter.