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Jackie's Adventures in Utopia: A Sweet and Sexy Serial, #2
By Jackie Quick
I faithfully visited Stan every week when his parents were gone,
and "played girlfriend" for him devotedly--but still, before the
end of the school year, he had abandoned me in favour of a "real"
girlfriend. I felt terribly sad and lonely, especially since I
knew no good girls would be my friends. After school was out for
early summer, after I'd turned twelve, I took to visiting the
beach almost every day, alone, hoping against all hope that I
might meet a friend.
At last, incredibly, I did. A red-haired, freckled twelve-year-
old girl named Lindie, who lived near me and who'd gone to the
same Little School as I did, came up one day and greeted me while
I was walking on the beach. She gave me a big smile, as if she
really liked me, even though she'd hardly spoken to me in school
or around the neighbourhood.
"Jackie! Good *day*!" she told me. "I say, it's lovely to see you
here!"
My eyes were bulging, as I'm sure she saw, and soon my swimming-
shorts were bulging too. No girl had ever yet spoken to me like
that in my life. My gaze flew back and forth between Lindie's
bright blue eyes, which seemed brim-full of friendliness, and her
perfectly-formed bosoms, which were already getting big and were
peeking out eagerly at me above the top edge of her very low-cut
royal-blue bathing-dress. Lindie didn't have a reputation as a
good girl, I knew; I began to wonder if she was going to want me
to sin with her, though I didn't know why she'd select *me* when
many manlier boys would surely be willing to do the deed.
I soon found out. Lindie wasted no time, or almost none. After a
few brief moments of small talk, she got right to the point.
"I hope you won't be offended if I say this, Jackie," she told
me, "but I've been wondering about you--wondering if, you know,
what people say about you is true."
I stared at her. "What do people say about me?" I asked, feeling
dreadfully stupid for seeming not to know.
"Oh, you know," she said. "They say you--well, you like to
pretend you're a girl. You like to, um, look like a girl and wear
girls' clothes, and--well, do things that girls do."
I could feel myself blushing. My bare bosoms were even plumper
and more girlish-looking than they'd been a year ago; my tips
were bigger too, and were already sticking out with obvious
excitement. I glanced down at them, and Lindie's gaze followed
mine. I'd been letting my hair grow long like a girl's hair too;
my parents didn't care, and no boys here in Utopia could get away
with calling me loathsome for looking like a girl. It must be
quite obvious, I thought, that I did like to *look* like a girl
at any rate.
"Um--why do you ask?" I asked her, shyly smiling. "Do you think
I'd look good in a bathing-dress like yours?" I even dared to
add, "Would you like to see me showing off *my* bosoms in a
bathing-dress?"
"Oh, *Jackie*!" Lindie cried out. "I think you'd look *so utterly
lovely*! Would you really like to wear one?"
I gulped. Lindie could surely see that I would like very much to
wear one, and yet she wanted me to *say* I would.
"Uh--if I had one," I whispered.
"I'll get you one," she assured me. "It'll be the right size and
everything. I've got a measuring-tape right here in my bag. Can I
measure you? You won't be too embarrassed, will you?"
I dared not answer "yes," but I looked about most nervously to
see if anyone was watching. Lindie smiled. "I say," she said,
"would you rather go into a copula and have some privacy?"
"Yes," I murmured with a big sigh of relief.
Of course there was a copula quite nearby, since there's a whole
string of them all along the beach near where I live. (A copula
is a little hut-like enclosure, put up especially for people who
want some privacy while sinning; there are scads of them here in
Utopia, especially in parks and on beaches and things.) We went
into it and Lindie took my measurements--not at all impressive in
terms of smallness of waist, since I was *rather* plump all over,
but rather nice in terms of the difference between my bustline
and my girth right beneath my bosoms, as Lindie remarked with
delight:
"I've never *seen* a boy with bosoms like yours before!" Lindie
cried. "Now let's head for the Beach Shoppe."
She even held hands with me while we walked. I was quite
surprised at her forwardness, but not at all displeased.
I stayed outside while Lindie went into the Beach Shoppe, a sort
of general store found near almost every beach in Utopia (and
we've got a great many beaches, what with our many hundreds of
miles of coastline). Soon she returned with a package.
"Ooh, I can hardly wait to see you in this!" she whispered.
We walked quickly back to the copula. Lindie opened the package
and pulled out a darling, dainty-looking pink one-piece bathing-
dress, quite low-cut in front and back, with a delightfully
girlish-looking little skirt. (Almost all the females' bathing-
dresses here have little skirts, though aside from that they look
a lot like the ones worn outside Utopia.)
"Oh, Jackie, this is *you*!" Lindie exclaimed. "Let's see how you
look in it!"
I took the bathing-dress. Awkwardly I draped it over one arm,
turned my back to Lindie, and pulled my swimming-shorts down.
Slowly and carefully, trying to make sure my excitement wouldn't
make me gush before I even put on the bathing-dress, I pushed my
little lingam down between my thighs. Then, still hiding my face
from Lindie, I gingerly stepped into the bathing-dress, pulled it
up, and drew up the straps to my shoulders. For a moment I
glanced down at my bosoms. They were exquisite, I thought, with
ample cleavage displayed, and just the right small amount of
padding to make them look like a real girl's small but growing
bosoms.
I turned around, smiled, and struck a girlish pose for her. She
gazed at me, speechless at first.
"Jackie, you look like a real girl!" she said at last. She came
very close to me. "I've been wanting to be with a girl," she told
me, "but I've been too embarrassed and too afraid to ask a real
girl to be with me. I've been wondering if... you know..."
She said no more. Our mouths met; our tongues touched; our hands
pulled each other's straps off. Soon we both were bare. When I
touched one of her big hard bosom-tips and she started to kiss
one of my little ones, I could bear it no longer; I could feel
myself starting to gush against my will. Soon the backs of my
thighs were gooey with gush, and I gave a sigh of disgust.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I got too excited and climaxed too soon."
"That's all right," Lindie assured me. "Lots of girls can climax
more than once, you know. Do you think maybe *you* can--after we
go for a swim and a walk on the beach?"
I felt afraid I couldn't. Never before had I gushed more than
once in a day. Still, never before had I been trying so hard
*not* to gush and yet done it anyway. Maybe, I thought, I could
actually do it again--especially after the excitement of
appearing in public in my new bathing-dress!
"I don't know," I murmured to Lindie. "I could give it a try."
I cleaned off my gushy thighs and put my bathing-dress on again,
this time without hiding my now-deflated little lingam between my
thighs; the little skirt hid it quite well enough in any event.
Lindie put her bathing-dress on too. Then we walked through the
copula door together, out into the sunlight, in full view of all.
Everyone--or almost everyone--who saw us was a stranger, but
almost everyone seemed to turn and stare. I wondered if almost
everyone could tell I was a male, despite my superbly feminine
disguise. Lindie and I went swimming in the ocean; we walked
hand-in-hand along the beach; we joined some people who were
tossing a huge ball about. I wondered if any of them noticed the
bulge from my (once again excitable) little lingam inside the
undies-part of my bathing-dress when my skirt was flopping about.
As I ran and jumped. Then we walked back toward the copula.
"Do you think you'll be ready to climax again?" she whispered.
"Yes," I whispered back.
My little lingam, hidden under the skirt of my bathing-dress, was
straining to stand at attention inside the undies-part. I felt
quite certain now that, just like the girl I was pretending to
be, I could climax more than once.
Not too far from the copula, I felt a sudden stab of pain to my
heart. I wasn't having a heart attack; I was seeing three good
girls I knew from school. They were sitting in beach-chairs,
dressed in pretty but not very revealing bathing-dresses,
laughing and talking and eating and looking about. I felt a
strange, odd, twisted-feeling longing to be with them instead of
with Lindie, to be wearing male attire instead of a female's
bathing-dress, to be talking about things the girls would accept
as decent and not about climaxes.
The girls were close enough to see me clearly if they turned
about. They did turn about; they did see me; they covered their
mouths and giggled and whispered to each other. I fixed my gaze
straight ahead, no longer looking at them, but hearing every
sound that came from their mouths. I pursed my lips; I forced
myself not to cry; I grasped Lindie's welcoming hand more tightly
than before.
Lindie and I went back into the copula. The good girls could see
us, I knew. I closed the door tight and locked it to make sure
they would not intrude, though it was absurd to think they would.
Soon Lindie and I were bare again. We rubbed and kissed each
other's bosoms until her big tips and my smaller ones were as hot
and hard as they could be; then we reached between each other's
thighs.
"Ooh, your lingamette is so *big*!" Lindie murmured. (A female's
lingamette is what, outside Utopia, would be called her
"clitoris.")
I'd never touched a girl's lingamette before. Lindie's was tiny--
it felt hardly bigger than one of my tips--but it was terribly
hot and hard, and it made Lindie moan and gasp with delight when
I rubbed it.
After that we lay on the copula's cot, with my lingamette pressed
down between my thighs and with Lindie on top of me, just like
two female Extraordinaires with our thighs intertwined, rubbing
our lingamettes more and more wildly against each other's thighs.
Lindie was clutching me so hard it hurt; she pumped her hips
faster and harder until she cried out in the ecstasy of climax,
while I felt total release at last as I gushed a second time
between my thighs. I had done the deed; I had climaxed a second
time, just like a girl; I had applied the soothing balm of
extremist excitation to my heart. The very thought of good girls
had vanished from my mind--at least for now.
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