Experimenting 17_
As they walked the last block or so toward her house, Jamie noticed that Carolyn had gotten awfully quiet. Considering the hot encounter they had had earlier with the cute Beth in the women's locker room, Jamie was baffled as to why Carolyn would be down, unless it was just post-orgasmic depression—or maybe she was just sexed-out and tired; that would certainly be understandable. As they reached the front walk Jamie stopped and decided to press a little. "Car—what's your deal? You don't look happy again. Getting kind of burned out, or what?"
Carolyn actually wasn't aware that she had been quiet, but it didn't surprise her--too much was going on in her head at this moment. Too many of the things she'd thought were true weren't true, and too many of the beliefs she'd been brought up to believe she was now seeing as old-fashioned bullshit, although there was still a sense of uncertainty since sooooo many people seemed to believe them. She looked up at Jamie, smiling but not completely. "I'm fine, Jame," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt, "It's just a lot of things are flying around in my head. I catch myself feeling guilty about stuff, but then I look at why I feel that way and I think most of it is BS—but there's still a little nagging...I don't know what..."
"Like, what do feel guilty about?"
"Well, duhh—I mean, I was brought up hearing that sex is dirty, don't show your body to anyone, don't touch there, don't rub yourself on that chair that way, pull your skirt down, blah blah blah...I mean, it never even came UP not to have sex with girls, that was too dirty to even THINK about...and I just had, and loved, sex with a 13 year old which I'm sure would give my parents a heart attack. I mean, I'm happy about everything we've done and I feel awesome, but there's just this little thing that keeps telling me that I shouldn't feel happy about it so it's messing with me a little. Why are you so cool with it all, come to think of it? I mean, I know you did stuff with Margie and all and almost with that guy, but you're really not that much more experienced than I am..."
Jamie sat on the front step and patted the concrete next to her. "You know, you just think about this stuff more than I do—my parents really never talked to me about any of this, and they never said anything about what people should or shouldn't do, sexually—I mean I don't remember it EVER coming up. Maybe I have no conscience at all. I just kind of do what I wanna do without thinking about it first." She paused and looked squarely at Carolyn, then continued, "I know someday that's probably going to get me into big trouble, so I'm kind of glad at least one of us thinks about that shit. I mean, not to totally stress you out, but have you thought about what might happen when we go in this house, knowing that there's two horny boys inside who probably think more like I do than like you do—just because they're boys and their dicks run their lives? I mean, odds are pretty good that at least some kind of sex is going to happen between us and them—not saying it has to if you don't want it to, but let's get real; you may not switch on as instantly as I do, but I've seen you when you get going—there's no stopping you either."
Carolyn looked pensively out toward the street from her seat on the front step. "I know—don't think I haven't been thinking about the boys too, particularly after our talk at the pool. I'm just not sure I'm ready to be with a boy yet—I'm just figuring out sex with girls. I mean, I know you kind of want to fuck a boy but then that's you--like you said, you don't think much about what you want, you just do it. I love sex and all, and I might like to watch you get fucked—I liked watching you with Beth—but I'm just not sure I can." She pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them as she lost herself in thought again.
"Well, let's just try to keep an open mind, ok? It's worked ok so far...holy shit!" Jamie exclaimed as a boy who she had just noticed was riding his bike in circles past the front of the house crashed into a parked station wagon, throwing him against the back window and then onto the street, where he lay dazed. "Are you ok?" she yelled, getting up.
"Uhhh, fine, I think..." he said, getting up and dusting himself off, never taking his eyes off the girls until he got on his bike and rode away, continuing to look back at them until he almost went over a curb.
"What a spazz," said Carolyn, "Wonder if he's high or something."
Jamie wondered what his problem was as well until she turned back toward the house. "Ummm, Cary?" she said with a smile.
"What?"
"You know you have no underwear on, right?"
"So wha..oh, shit!" Carolyn started and then ran a hand down to between her thighs, feeling her soft pubic hair and plump vaginal lips quite prominently displayed at the lower juncture of her drawn up knees, which she quickly dropped down, smoothing her skirt down her lap.
Jamie convulsed in laughter, "Haaaaa! No wonder that poor kid almost killed himself" (snort) "He probably thought he saw God!"
Carolyn allowed herself a few chuckles as well before saying, "Well, I'm glad I could speed up his development. We better get inside before he's back here with about ten of his friends."
"Hey, you could charge admission!" added Jamie unhelpfully, "Six peeks for $5!"
Carolyn whacked her on the arm in mock anger as they got up. As Jamie opened the door she paused and put her finger to her lips, saying softly "If there's something going on in here we don't want to disturb it, do we? Let's be quiet as mice until we know what's going on."
They moved slowly into the house, pausing to listen as they had in the pool locker room. All they heard was the loud ticking of the old grandfather clock in the dining room, so they moved toward the kitchen. Other than the humming refrigerator, they still heard nothing...wait; was that...breathing? Groaning? A soft mumbling noise was apparent coming from—where? Jamie thought—was it...under their feet? Yes! The basement! The door to which was almost closed, but not quite. Jamie tiptoed over to it and heard soft moaning and heavy breathing and, thinking the boys were at it again, looked over at Carolyn with a goofy grin and made the thumbs-up sign. As she opened the door a little wider, however, it became apparent that the sounds were female and a little artificial. "They must be watching porn," whispered Jamie, "Let's go down as quiet as we can and maybe we can catch them doing each other like I did before. Do you want to?"
Despite her earlier reservations, Carolyn found herself excited by the prospect. She came to the conclusion that she just liked sex, and watching people have it was pretty cool too.
They slowly worked their way down the steps, sticking to the side of each stair to minimize creaking. About two thirds of the way to the bottom they first saw the TV screen which, as they suspected, was zoomed in closely on an excited-looking female organ into which delicate fingers were being slid rhythmically, causing the owner of the organ to make the pleasure sounds they had heard. As Jamie's eyes got accustomed to the darker basement she finally spotted the boys and flung her arm out to stop Carolyn before she realized there was no need and convulsed in a frantic attempt to hold back laughter—the boys were fast asleep on the couch. Gary was curled up in a fetal position on one end of the sectional, and Greg was sprawled on the other end, his feet straight out onto the floor in front of him and spread, pants down around his ankles, soft penis draped over his left thigh, and the shop towel/cum rag gripped in his right hand.
Carolyn's attention was riveted on Greg's flaccid organ, being the first one she had really ever seen for any extended period of time. From the brief glimpse of it she had seen of it earlier—God, was that the same day, she groaned inwardly--it really was different hard than soft. It looked fairly benign now and really not all that sexual, whereas from what she had seen of it when hard there was a clear urgency to it that kind of scared her. Maybe that was partly why she wasn't sure about having sex with a boy; their desperate need to come whenever they got excited, their need to spray their juice everywhere (from what she had seen in Gary's closet), was just a little gross and didn't seem romantic at all to her. On the other hand, she had to admit that Jamie really wasn't all that different, even by her own admission, and maybe the difference was that she loved Jamie and knew Jamie cared about her as a person independent of all the sex. Boys? Well, she had always heard that they were only interested in one thing—even if an exaggeration there must be some truth to it.
In her reverie she hadn't noticed that Jamie was no longer laughing and was instead standing totally still, staring at the TV, on which two women were passionately kissing. The camera was in close on their wet mouths, their tongues clearly visible, dancing and entwining against each other with obvious lust, then moved down to show the woman more on top caressing the breast of the other, the nipple fully erect and almost quivering in its tumescence. A few moments later the top woman's hand gently traced its way lower along the other's tapered waist to the ridge of her hipbone and then, oh-so-slowly made its way to the prominent pubic mound, feathered with only an inch wide strip of soft looking brownish blond hair, at which point the index finger stroked the outward edge of a swollen, meaty protrusion before separating the purplish inner lips to reveal a soaked inner canal. The top woman's thumb gently rotated at the top of the excited looking slit, then moved away to reveal a proud, totally erect clitoris, its inflamed pink tip throbbing and pointed, the entire organ being at least half the length of the top woman's thumb.
"Wow," whispered Carolyn breathlessly, her sex moistening in response to the erotic display on the TV, "Jamie—that's maybe even bigger than yours."
Jamie continued to stare at the screen blankly, but then said "I know—I always wondered where I got it."
"What do you mean?" asked Carolyn, confused.
"That's my aunt—my mom's sister."
Carolyn paused in shock, not sure what she had just heard or what it meant, until the camera pulled back a little farther to show the woman on top plunge her tongue deep into the other's hole, whipping butterfly licks across the erect clitoris, which clenched and throbbed with excitement. "Your...what...who...who's the other one...?" Carolyn stuttered, just a moment before her mouth dropped open to see the unmistakable, pretty face of Jamie's mom smile up at the camera, covered with sexual juices, before diving back into the succulent organ like a starving person on a birthday cake.
"Come with me," Jamie said urgently, and pulled Carolyn by the arm into the laundry room, closing the louvered door through which the TV could still be seen somewhat, at which point Jamie bent over and put her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths. Carolyn, not sure what to do, patted her friend on the back and waited for her to compose herself. Jamie slowly straightened up, an odd smile on her face. "Maybe that's why my parents never told us any rules about sex—doesn't look like they have any, either."
"How do you feel about what we just saw?" asked Carolyn gently.
"Well, other than the fact that it's kind of a shock and I feel kind of weird about you seeing it, I really don't feel anything at all except it made me horny again—that's some pretty hot sex they've got going there, if you get past who it is, and I guess I can do that pretty easily. How about you?"
"Gotta admit it's pretty weird, but your aunt is a definite hottie, and it's kind of cool to see a pussy almost as pretty as yours. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pretty horny too."
"Okay, then," Jamie said, reaching her arms out and pulling Carolyn close, looking hotly into her eyes, "What are we going to do about it?" But as they leaned into the kiss, they heard a groan from the other room and then a snort, and then a voice say, "Fuck me, are they still goin' at it?"
The boys were up.