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Finally the golf tournament or match thing was over. I think Tiger won
but I wasn't really that sure. Even when I played sports I was never
all that interested in golf.
"Boy, that Tiger is something. He can really hit that ball."
"Yeah, I guess." I answered somewhat disinterestedly.
"I can tell you're not into golf. I guess it's a guy thing." Jason said
evidently without much thought since he knew I was still a guy despite
my clothing and outward appearance. However, his next comments made me
realize he still knew I was a boy. "But I can see why you wouldn't be
into guy things anyway. I mean you look so natural and pretty just
sitting there in your dress. I couldn't imagine you any other way now."
"Really?" I asked somewhat surprised at his astuteness.
"Yeah, really. I mean after last night how could I think otherwise. You
were certainly one of the cutest girls at the dance and today none of
the girls at church looked anywhere as nice as you did. And even just
sitting here, you look really, really cute."
As he spoke he moved a bit closer to me and gave me one of those looks
that teenage boys give to teenage girls. He started to move in closer
to me as if he was trying to kiss me. I thought it must be my
imagination at work since I couldn't imagine Jason wanting to kiss me
again. However, he kept moving closer and closer.
"Jason, what are you doing?" I asked as I backed away a bit.
"You know what I'm doing. I'm trying to kiss you. I think I deserve a
little something for all I did for you this weekend, don't you?"
"And what do I deserve for making your lunch and serving you like I
did?" I asked.
"Well, since you asked I think you deserve a nice big kiss too." And
with that said, he moved in and kissed me flush on the lips. He moved
so quickly I had no chance to react before I could feel his lips
pressing against mine.
This kiss was different too. It wasn't like the kiss last night at the
dance. That one was soft and brief, almost tender. And it wasn't like
the first one he gave me either. That one was more of a goof in my
mind. No, this kiss was more meaningful, more serious, and more
intense. Although I wasn't very experienced in kissing or for that
matter anything else, I found myself responding despite something
inside of me telling me to move away. I didn't even know if we kissed
for two seconds or two minutes. It was almost like I lost my sense of
timing but then I recovered and got very nervous. I had a feeling of
helplessness as I sat there next to Jason with our lips still locked
together. Gradually I mustered enough courage to move my lips away from
his.
"Jason, stop. This isn't funny. You shouldn't be kissing me like this.
. We're kind of related you know?"
"I know it's not funny. I really like you this way, Danielle. I mean
you really turn me on. I can't help it."
"Jason, no. You don't really mean that. I mean we're both boys and boys
shouldn't kiss other boys."
"I do mean it, Dani. I really do." And with that he moved in and kissed
me again. This time with more intensity than the first kiss. And his
tongue pressed against my lips struggling to part them so he could
explore further into my mouth. "I don't even think of you as a boy. I
mean just look at yourself. You're way too pretty and cute to be a boy.
And besides, you don't act or dress like any other boy I know."
I felt all tingly inside as our lips pressed together. It was a feeling
totally foreign to me and I wasn't sure how to react. Jason, however,
seemed more confident and assured of himself as his hand slowly found
the way to my nylon-clad knee. I may not be a real girl but at that
moment I knew my job was to keep his right where it was. I remembered
enough of my conversations with my girlfriends and even with my mom to
know exactly what was on Jason's mind. And I can assure you it had
nothing to do with golf or with Tiger Woods. At that moment Jason was
thinking of how to get his hands all over me.
I rested my hand on his and applied some light pressure so he knew my
intentions. Despite this subtle message, he continued to kiss me.
"Danielle, don't be such a prude. Why don't you show me how much you
appreciated our date last night? I don't think I'm asking too much for
all I did for you. Even your girlfriends were impressed with me. I
could tell. I'm sure they all treated their dates very well after the
dance."
"I did appreciate it but that doesn't mean I have to do anything you
want. Besides, I'm not that kind of girl." If the moment wasn't so
tense I'm sure I would have burst out laughing at my comment since in
reality I wasn't any kind of girl. But somehow I sensed this wasn't a
laughing matter. I may not be 100% girl but I could tell Jason either
thought of me as one or he didn't care that I wasn't. That look he gave
me convinced me he was on the prowl.
"Well I told you I expected something in return and you know what I
meant. Now just be a good girl and let's have some fun."
Pushing him away, I shouted. "Jason, that's disgusting. Just behave
yourself. I'm not going to do anything with you, so just stop it this
instance. You're really getting a bit carried away."
"No I'm not getting carried away. I think its time for you to behave
yourself and act like my girlfriend. That is unless you want me to call
some of your girlfriends that I met last night and tell them the truth
about their little friend, Danielle. Now you wouldn't want that to
happen, would you?"
"No. You wouldn't. You couldn't do that to me, could you, Jason? That
would be just horrid of you." I asked incredulously.
"Well I don't want to but I could and I will unless you show me a
little appreciation. Now just sit right here by me and be a good little
girl. I know you can do it. I've seen you in action and I know you're a
lot more girl than even you know. So just relax a little bit."
"Relax? It's a little hard to relax when you say threaten me with
things like calling my girlfriends."
"Listen. I don't want to be a pain either. I mean I like you a lot and
I know you like me too. It's just you're still a little bit chicken
about it. I guess it's hard for you to admit you like a boy. And
besides why can't we experiment a little if we both feel that way. I
mean I know you haven't had much experience in any of this stuff and
I'm kind of new at it myself so this is like a good opportunity for us
both. And I plan to take advantage of it. And you don't really have
much of a choice so why don't you just relax and go with the flow."
I was a bit stunned by his comments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I really
did like him. I mean all the girls thought he was really cute and I had
to admit that I did too. Besides, he did have me over a barrel since
there was no way I could ever let him say anything to my friends. That
would be much worse than anything he had in store for me today. As I
was sitting there contemplating all of these issues, Jason moved in
closer to me once again. I knew I couldn't really resist so I just
resigned myself to follow his lead. As we started kissing, I again felt
his hand on my knee. He gently started rubbing my thigh as his lips
parted mine and our tongues met. As we continued in our deep kiss I was
surprised to feel him remove his hand from my leg. My relief was short
lived however. In a flash, he took my hand and moved it over to his
lap. Within seconds my hand was resting on his thing. I wanted to
immediately remove it but I knew it would be to no avail so I just left
it there. His kissing grew more intense and I could feel his thing
springing into action. And I certainly wasn't talking about the season
of spring, either.
Since I had the same equipment as Jason, I fully realized what was
happening but I still found myself surprised with this development. How
could I be turning on another boy? How could he be getting hard with
just my hand resting gently on his thing? Then to make matters even
more confusing, Jason somehow managed to unzip his pants during one
long kiss, freeing his rod from the confines of his underwear. I caught
a glimpse of it and wanted to scream for help but I just kept quiet.
Jason slowly proceeded to gently guide my hand onto his stiff shaft. I
wanted to keep my hand where it was but slowly I allowed him to guide
it to his intended target. Within a few brief, awkward minutes, I found
myself holding a boy's thing with my manicured fingers. I wanted to
move it away quickly but for some strange reason I didn't. I just sat
there holding Jason's rod as he continued to kiss me passionately..
"Oh, Dani. That feels so good. You have such a gentle touch. That's it.
Just keep rubbing in like that."
Rubbing it? I didn't even realize my hand was moving up and down his
shaft but somehow it was. I was doing that without even realizing my
actions. I tried to relax my hold on his throbbing organ but magically
my hand just stayed there gripping and massaging his engorged penis.
Jason started moving his groin up and down and his shaft responded by
growing even larger, which really surprised me since it already seemed
quite big to me. I knew for sure it was a lot bigger than mine ever
was. I could feel a slight twinge starting in my panties but it was
nothing like Jason's throbbing organ. My excitement was much less and I
was relieved that his hand was no longer searching under my skirt. At
least I only had one thing to worry about instead of two. Jason was
moaning and making all kinds of goofy sounds as he continued moving up
and down. By now he removed his hand from mine but I still just kept my
hand there. Gradually, very gradually I continued to move my hand in
rhythm with his movements. As I squeezed his organ a little harder I
could feel it twitch and respond to my touch. I couldn't believe I was
in this predicament. I always imagined my first sexual encounter would
involve a girl that I liked and it would have been her hand going down
my pants. Never in a million years did I think the roles would be
completely reversed and that I would be the one with my hands on my
boyfriend's thing. Jason's increasing moaning, however, left little
doubt as to whose hand was where. Even if I wanted to believe
otherwise, there was no way I could deny that I was the girl in this
scenario.
"Yeah, Danielle. That's it. That's it. Oh man, you're driving me crazy.
I just love the way you touch me like that."
I could feel his penis throbbing more and more and I kind of knew that
he must be close to coming so I moved my free hand up higher to catch
whatever shot out so it didn't get all over my dress or the couch. I
sure didn't want to have to explain those stains to my mom. God forbid.
That would have been way too embarrassing. So here I was worrying about
all these housekeeping items, as Jason was in ecstasy. Girls have to
think of everything while guys just worry about getting off. Jason sure
wasn't worry about where his load would land.
Jason started making some loud sounds that almost scared me. He sounded
like a cow in labor or something. It was a really weird noise. And then
in one or two seconds, I could feel his penis contract in my hand. The
next thing I knew his penis was throbbing and my hand was quickly
covered in a warm, sticky gooey fluid. It was all over my hands and
fingers and I tried to use my one hand to guide his ejaculation to my
other hand. After a few more squirts I knew he was pretty much done and
I had somehow managed to catch all of it in my hands. At least the
couch and my dress were safe and clean.
I just kind of sat there with his load in my hand for a few minutes
still stunned at what had just transpired. I was still in a semi state
of denial. Jason, however, remained in a state of excitement and kept
talking about how great it was and stuff like that. By now the only
thing I could think about was how sticky my hands felt with all his
sperm just sitting there.
"I have to go wash this stuff off my hands. It's disgusting." I said as
I regained my composure.
"What does it feel like? I mean does it feel funny? Is it really
slimy?" Jason asked.
"I don't know. I didn't really think about it but I guess it feels
slimy and icky if you really want to know. I should get it all over you
so you can feel it yourself. Here, want to feel it?" I said as I
started to move my hand closer to his face.
"No way." Jason said as he backed away from me. Some big, brave boy he
is, I thought with a smile.
And it smells funny too." I said as I got up to go into the kitchen. I
wanted to fix my dress since it was all pulled up but couldn't since
both my hands were wet and sticky with Jason's load.
"Wow. You look sexy that way with your dress all hiked up like that."
Jason said as he noticed my dress. "Cute panties, too."
Boys! I couldn't help but think how creepy boys could be as I walked
into the kitchen to wash his load off my hands. Boys certainly do have
a one-track mind. That was quite evident by his comments and the
actions that preceded it.
After I washed up, I decided to clean up the lunch dishes and wash the
frying pan. I knew mom expected the house to be just like she left it.
It took me quite awhile to wash everything, dry the dishes, put them
all away and clean up the stove and the countertops. Jason stayed
inside, naturally. When I finished the dishes I decided to head
upstairs to change.
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