This one starts with males non-sexually, but is about teen auto-erotica, body positivity, sexism, homophobia, ethnic hate, and “Race”ism. However, no girl is an island, she’s just surrounded by boys-to-men, and forced to interact with them, for motivation;
Fatima (Gm NS)
“Fatass!” Turn around, to see it’s Jake. Look down, back up.
“Hm,” one to talk, “Just jealous my tits are bigger then yours?”
He laughed, so his friends could laugh too. “You don’t get it, FATima.”
“Of course not.” shake my head, “I never been called fat before. Or fatso, fatty, fatass, did you think that one up all by yourself? Why don’t you explain it to me?”
“Well, because, your name.”
“My name,” is why I tried to starve myself for years, “Isn’t Jack, jerk. Why don’t you go Jake off, with your friends here. So they can look at your tits, and make you feel sexy.”
“Hahahaha!”
“Would you rather I lost weight, so I look like a little girl?” I pumped my chest at him, “What’s wrong, you don’t like tits? Because these, are Fat!”
“I’m not a pervert, your a pervert, you dirty Muslem!”
“Ahahahaha! I’m not Muslim, you fucking idiot!” We even got to the same damned Church! “I’m American, probably more American than your family, McConnel. What about you, O’Leahry?”
“That’s what’s fucking up our country, filthy fucking MUSLEMS coming here, from the middle east.”
“My family is from Portugal.” I shook my head, “The Corrinos made the Caravels that Colombo sailed across the Atlantic, and Portugal is about as far West as you can get in Europe. Which you would know, if you ever read a map. Where you going? You done telling me what I already know about my family? Because they were here before America. Before your family immigrated here, so you going back to Europe? Because I’m sick of you coming here, and fucking up our Country!”
They yelled back “Geek,” and “Nerd,” but at least they left.
“Huh, huh, hun!”
Susan (GG NS Flir)
“That was Brutal!”
“Oh, h, hey Sue.”
“Hihihn! Especially the part where you used your boobs against them.”
“Yeah, well. Huh! I got upset. I just get so sick of their bullshit.”
“Try living with one of them.”
Oh, “Yeah,” Susan, O’leahry. “Sorry I made fun of your name, and ancestors.”
“S’okay,” shrug, “You’re pissed off, and I understand that. But you’re wrong, Ireland is technically west of Portugal.”
“Oh yeah?” I laughed, “Well, it’s not technically In Europe is it? Little miss Brexican.”
“Hahah!” hit her arm, “Good one!”
I guess if we can laugh about it, it’s better than crying.
“It’s a Shame,” stress the pun, “They make fun of you for being fat.”
“Yeahah?” Nod, “Well, they don’t. I mean yeah, they make fun of my name, but they don’t need a reason. Huh, they just Hate, that’s all it is. Doesn’t matter what, when I was little, they made fun of that, now that Politicians are talking about Muslims on the news, they figure I’m the only one that looks Muslim to them, because I have a big nose, or;”
“No you don’t.”
“Yeah, I do. I have mirrors, you know.”
“Yeah, but. Uh! It just looks big to you. Just like I look in the mirror, and I hate my face, but it’s not big. I like it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, you have a pretty nose, and besides” I risked bopping it, “It holds your glasses up.” Grinned wryly, “That’s probably why it looks big, your glasses just magnify it.”
“Ooh, you!” I ran, laughing so chased me “Ahahahaha!”
Fati’ (G Solo Saph Fant)
I didn’t think about it until later. When I got back home, and decided to take a bath, before dinner. I just got down to my underwear, and then I looked up. At the mirror. Then, I remembered, her calling me “Pretty.”
Well, my nose, but. I shake my head, but I still can’t see it. I have a big nose, maybe she needs to get her eyes checked, but. “Huh!” Take my glasses off, but that just blurs my body. My blubbery body, I’m fat, too. I try to accept it, but I didn’t get fat, or grow up, I just stopped trying not to be. Because of my name, they called me Fatty even before I got out of grade school. “Thanks, mom,” her pet name, short for Fatima of course. Fati’, but.
“Huh!” It runs in my family, and mom feeds me like a Portuguese grandmother. “Phft!” We don’t have one of those metabolisms, where we can eat whatever we want, and never gain a pound, like Sue.
Skinny little Susan O’leahry. She’s funny, but also thin petite, and blond with a cute little button of a nose, and big green eyes I can’t help but envy. You know, because there green?
“Huh!” But might as well let the girls out, and pull down the tent of my undershorts.
I guess, it’s better, not getting picked on for being little. Like her, little pixie. I couldn’t look like that if I wanted, I started getting boobs when I was like 11, and here she’s almost 13, with barely a couple bumps to show for it. No, I like them, my boobs. Floating in the water, and how they feel in my hands.
But I never had cute little buttons like that, and I have to wonder what they feel like. Pink nipples, we’re in the same PE, and not best friends, but friends long enough to change together. See eachother, like her big pink pointy nipples, to match her freckles, and her lips.
“Huh!” I wonder if she’s gay? She said I was pretty, she likes my nose, and it’s not like she stared. At my chest, my dark brown nipples, but I could just imagine that.
Am I? Just because I hate all the boys in town, but just because they hate me, being the only one with an Arabic name, and look close enough to, Syrian? I guess. Muslem, the way they say it. Probably can’t even spel it rite, but just thinking about her eyes, on my chest. It’s not like when the guys look at them.
She did, just glance down, just because she was talking about how I shook them at the boys, but it didn’t feel. Like, this. Before.
“Fati!?”
“Uh?”
“Dinner!”
“Huh!”
Think about it later, I have to get out, and dry off, and dry all my hair, but. Something to think about, anyway.
She’s not a guy, and she’s cute, and pretty, and she likes my nose.
To hold my glasses up, I guess she’s right. It’s not, THAT big, I just always thought. Because they always made fun of it, not the guys, the other girls.
Nobody ever called it pretty before.
“Fati’!” Mom, I HATE that!
“All Right!”
I just grabbed a shirt, and skirt. No need to bother with underwear, just around the house, but sitting at the table. Tuning out my family, and thinking about Sue. “Hm,” maybe I should have. “Snh?” I can’t smell it, so I suppose nobody else can, but it’s embarrassing. Not sure whether I didn’t dry well enough, or. “Huh!”
“You didn’t finish your veg’tables.”
“All right,” I roll my eyes, “Mom.” Just wolf them down quick, so I can go back up to my room, and check. And think about her some more, but I do feel, pretty damp between my thighs. Even spread wide open, under the table so she doesn’t see me sitting like a guy, but that’s a little better. Doesn’t feel as sweaty, but I can still feel it. “Ngh, done!” I showed her my plate, and carried it to the sink to dump the rest of the sausage in the trash. I know, wasting food, but I’m not hungry.
Not for that. I have to laugh, “Sausage.” On my way up the stairs. “Yeah.” I’m pretty sure that’s not what I want, now.
Suzy (GG NS)
“Hey,” I like Fatima, but.
“Hey, Suzy.”
“What?” Not the way she just looked at me.
“Nothing, it’s just. You look good today.”
“Yeah?” she blushed? “How so?” I took a step back.
“Well, you know, pretty?”
“Yeah?” I heard, “Why’d you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like a guy.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Huh. Okay. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to creep you out.”
“Well good.” I shook my head, “Then don’t.” I don’t mind, hanging out with her, but. “Fatima?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you gay?” I had to know, “Not that I’m homophobic, or anything, but. I don’t care, it wouldn’t bother me if you were, I just want you to know. I’m not.” Okay?
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “Maybe. I just. Last night, after we hung out, I remember how you said I was pretty?”
“Yeah,” her feelings were hurt, “I was being polite. Look, you are, pretty enough, it’s just not what I’m attracted to. Not because you’re fat, but because you’re a girl, and I’m not. Gay.” At all, got it? “Okay, so I don’t even want you, thinking about me, like that.” Ew.
“Okay, I won’t.”
“Good,” then we can still hang out. “Bad enough all the guys acting all horny and hitting on me all the time. I don’t need the girls to start too?”
“So,” she changed the subject, “You like guys, so what kind of guys you like?”
“I don’t know,” hadn’t really thought about it, “None of the ones I know, all the guys in town suck. But like. Huh!” Okay, “You know,” I mumbled. ‘Justin Bieber.’
“Really!?”
“Yeah, I hate his music, and his personality, and pretty much everything I know about him, but. Hhn. I guess, I still like, the way he looks?”
“Pretty?”
“Yeah, I guess. It’s not like I dream about getting with him, and kissing him, and dating, and.”
“Yeah, totally not thinking about that.”
“Haha, yeah. Okay, so maybe if I met a guy, that looked that good, and wasn’t such a total douchebag. It might be all right, to go out with him.” Maybe, if you can find all that anywhere.
“Unlikely.”
“Yeah, I don’t guess I blame him, being that pretty, and young looking, but if he didn’t let it turn him so conceited, and slutty, and act all gangster, yeah. I’d like a decent guy, that looked like that. Hh, you’d think, he’d understand a girl better, if he thought about it, instead of how to get in everyone’s pants, but.”
“Yeah, he’s a total slut.”
“Yeah. So, maybe not, a pretty boy like that. If that’s what makes them sluts, and try to be black to compensate for it.”
“Yeah.”
“How about you?”
“Certainly not!”
“I mean, if you’re gay, then what kinds of girls would you like?”
“I don’t know, funny. And sweet, and smart, like you. Only, you know, gay. That would be great.”
“Yeah,” Sigh, “I kind of wish I was. Gay, I mean it would be a whole lot easier if I didn’t have to fuck with guys, at all.”
She giggled, “Literally.”
“Haha, yeah.”
“And, I guess it wouldn’t hurt if she was as pretty as you, too.”
“Yeah?” I was flattered, “Thanks!”
And guys? It’s just that easy. Yes, I can take a compliment, so can any girl. The difference is, we can tell when it’s just a compliment, and when it’s a line to get in our pants. You’re not fooling, anyone. So, stop lying, it’s so unattractive. I’m pretty sure that’s why they’re homophobic, because they’re afraid of guys treating them the same way they treat women. And Girls, seriously guys, Ew. I’m 12, Fatima is 13. Stop it, it’s creepy!
Fati (G Saph Fant Obje.)
“Huh!” So, scratch her off. [x] I’m glad we can still be friends, but since I can’t think about her any more, I might as well start answering her question. “What do I want?” In a girl, gay and into Portuguese girls with curves is a must, but besides that.
Pretty, girly. “Yeah.” I don’t know if I’m a Butch, yet. Or I want to be, I just figured out that I’m gay, but maybe if I cut my hair. “Yeah,” I hate it really, not all of it, but, all this hair? It’s a lot of work, I suppose I kept it because of Mom, and my aunts. They all have long hair, and she loves mine, so she brushes it, and helps me put it up when we go to church, but.
I should probably stop, going there. I sure don’t feel like coming out, especially because, “No.” Not that, don’t even think that they’ll make fun of me, and persecute me for being a lesbian. Fuck them, or you know, not really, but I’m not going to live my life according to those judgemental fuckers, and besides it’s not like it ever stopped them before. They make fun of me, they always did, it doesn’t matter what I do, so I might as well get judged for who I am, instead of being Muslim, when I go to the same mass as them, or Middle Eastern when I’m from clear across the Medeterranian from there, and why am I avoiding the question?
Focus, Fatima. I suppose the problem is I can’t think about who I want to, because she’s my friend, she’s straight, and she doesn’t want me to. Think about her, like that. “Hh!” It would just be nice if she, I don’t know, had a sister, that was gay, and liked me like that, but maybe if she doesn’t look just like her. Not so blond, and older. More grown up, she’s really more of a girl anyway, and not even a teen, and maybe if she were taller.
“Yeah,” for some reason, I like that thought. A taller girl, or maybe just in heels, so she can look down, and bend her neck, to kiss me. “Hhm!” Bite my lip, looking around class.
“Fatima?”
“Hm?”
“Is something funny?” I shook my head, but now everyone is looking at me. “Something you want to share with the rest of the class?”
“No,” not really, “Of course not.” Not yet, but yeah. Maybe I should cut my hair, for summer. It is kind of hot, and starting to get ratty on the ends, and I’m just so sick of taking care of it. To live up to their sexist standards, and if there’s another lesbian in town, she’s probably closeted too, so we’d never know it, because we’re both hiding it. So, yeah. I’ll worry about what she looks like when I meet her.
But, I look up. It wouldn’t hurt if she was a little taller, and prettier, and dare I say it even a bit skinnier than I. It’s not like I like it, my fat, or being fat, I just can’t help it. I guess it’s sexist of me, to want a tall pretty skinny girl with long legs that look sexy in high heels so she has to bend down a little to kiss me. But.
Face it, “Hh,” I don’t know what I want. Probably haven’t thought about it enough.
Suzy {GGm NS}
“Well,” uh! “You know;”
“What?” Gilbert, “Not all men are like that?” She turned, “Gilbert. Well, since you but in, again. Why don’t you explain something to me.” Mansplain, that is. Gilbert Albright, thinks he’s a knowitall cause he’s in advanced classes, and is probably the worst mansplainer in town.
“What?”
“What’s with that rediculus hat?”
He looks up. “It’s not rediculous,” shakes his head, “It’s stylish, and what’s with that haircut?”
“Hahaha, yeah.” She got out her phone, “Tell me about fashion, man. What do you think, it makes you look like Indiana Jones?” She tapped, swiped, typed with her thumbs, and I looked over her shoulder.
Image search: [Stranger Danger.] In a yellow triangle, like a Caution sign. “Well, this is what it looks like.” She showed him. “What? Since you’re so good at explaining everything to us stupid little girls, maybe you can tell me why the uniform for explaining that #NotAllMen are creeps is THE archetypical creeper?”
“Uh,” he got up.
“What? You didn’t think about it, smartass?”
“I got to go.”
“Yeah, run away, and burn that stupid fucking hat before you come back. THEN WE’LL TALK!”
“Ihihihihihn!” She laughed at me, but just made a scene. So, I looked around. “Hey, you know Hilde’?”
“Allbright?”
“Yeah,” Gilbert’s sister.
“Not really.”
“Nobody does,” she’s shy, “Probably because she has a bully of a brother like that, but you ever notice, how she looks at girls?”
“Like what?”
“Like, you know.” She likes what she sees. ‘Like she doesn’t want you to see.’ I looked at her, she looked away, ‘her looking at you. Don’t look!” Right behind her, but pretending not to look, ‘you think maybe she’s gay?’
“I don’t know.” she just turned, put her arm up, and looked. “Haha, maybe you’re right. You want to go talk to her?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah, maybe.” She shrugged, but now she was starting to get up, and gather her things. Books, papers, after school, but I guess she hung around to do homework. And maybe check out girls.
“Well,” I followed Fatima, “I’ll go with you.” It’s easier, if you don’t go alone, and I can back her up.
“Hey.” She looked up, “Sorry about all that,” she hooked her thumb, “With your brother.”
“It’s okay,” she wiped her hair out of her eyes, and smiled. “Haha, it’s funny, whenever somebody gives him a taste of his medicine.”
“Yeah, you hear any of that?” She looked at me.
“A little,” back, up, “Uh, why did you cut your hair?”
“I don’t know,” she patted under it, “You like it?”
“Yeah,” she shrugged, and hugged her books.
“Thanks!” I hopped around her. I thought, maybe she was looking at me, but like I said, she always looks away when you catch her. “I can cut your bangs, too.”
“Yeah, you know you have pretty eyes, if you don’t cover them up.”
“Yeah?” She smiled.
“Yeah, maybe just some bangs,” I felt her tips, “And I can take some of this damage off too. For the summer, it’s gonna get hot.”
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Okay.”
“Sit down,” I sat behind her, and pulled my legs up on the wall. Kind of like a bench, only without a back, and the lawn held up behind it. Unzipped my backpack to get out the scissors, I brought so I could do Fatima’s on lunch.
“So,” all of a sudden, she was shy, too. “Uh.”
“You really have pretty hair.” Snip!
“Yeah.” She nodded.
“You too. I like it. Uh, since you cut it, so short. It really makes your face, uh. Look prettier.”
“Hold still,” she tried to turn away, so I grabbed the lock again, and pulled it out to hold the split ends. Snip!
Hilde’ (gG Gays NS)
I had no idea, she was gay. I never really payed attention, but then she yelled at my brother, and I saw how she cut her hair. Or her friend did, but all a sudden, I could see it. She looked so butch?
I know what I am. Tried to hide it, especially from my brother, but. You know, he talks about ‘lesbos’ all the time, like that’s bad. I guess because competition, he doesn’t blame them, but I suppose he thinks if they weren’t going out with eachother, maybe one of them would go out with him. Not that he’s repulsive, judgemental, and an asshole. That sure can’t be it, bitches just want to friendzone you.
Right, like any of them want to be his friend, either. But I didn’t know that. I guess my gaydar was broken, until I saw it. I told her she’s pretty, but that’s not it. It’s not pretty, it’s gay. And that’s, well I found that extremely attractive.
“You’re in 6th grade?”
She stopped cutting my hair, so I nodded. Not too short, it felt lighter, I suppose, but the bangs. I couldn’t see them, but that ment She could see my eyes. “Yeah.”
“Just a late bloomer?” I blushed, it made me feel so pretty. She made me feel so pretty, just the way she looked at my eyes. And called them pretty.
“I don’t know, I’m only nine. I skipped a grade,” this year. “I’m supposed to be in 5th, but they moved me up to middle school, early.”
“Oh, you’re smart. Too.”
“Not really, it’s just not all that hard. Huh! I don’t have any friends, so I just have more time to study, and get my homework right.”
“No, you are.” Suzy, “Seriously, I bet your intellectual bully of a brother calls you stupid all the time because you’re a girl, but I bet you’re real smart. Too.”
“You too,” I noticed.
“Yeah,” Fatima hugged her shoulders, “That’s why we’re friends. I like smart girls, like you.”
“Oh.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry,” how stupid of me, “I didn’t think.”
“What?” she pushed off her arm, “Oh, haha. I’m not gay. We’re just friends. Best friends, but, not like that.”
“I am.” Fatima nodded.
“Yeah.” I could tell.
“How about you?” I shrugged. “You want some friends now, or are you more comfortable, on your own? I understand, some girls are just introverted, I don’t want to rush you into anything you wouldn’t be comfortable with.”
“Oh no,” I shook my head, “I don’t mind. Huh, I would love to be friends with you. Two.” And maybe, I don’t know. But maybe some day, your. Girl. Friend? I couldn’t say it, so I just looked down, and felt my face get real hot.
“Sure,” she hugged me! Well, us, but. Huh, she put her arm around me, and hugged my shoulders. “So, you’re 10?”
“Not yet.” Only 9.
“Well, you haven’t.” she lowered her voice, ‘gotten your period yet?’
“I don’t know.”
“Haha, well, you’ll know when you do.”
“Yeah,” it’s not like I started bleeding, yet but. “Huh!” All of a sudden, I felt something, and I don’t know if that was it, but. It sure felt like the right place. Or, maybe it was something else.
“You know,” I looked up, and my face felt like it was was on fire! “Uh! Never mind.” I shook my head, and turned away.
“Oh no. It’s okay, just us girls here, you can say whatever you want.”
“Well,” I wish I could, “You know.” It’s just not that easy. “Huh! I’m. Gay. Too.”
“Yeah,” she squeezed my shoulder, “I picked up on that.”
Fatima (f Solo Gays Fant.)
“Okay,” well? “Huh!” We just left it at that. Walked her home, she had homework, cute little bookworm, but. “Okay?”
Well, first off, she’s got the hots for me. That’s what I picked up on, pretty much as soon as we started talking, and exchanging compliments. I don’t know about gadar, but I know what that feels like, and I pretty much just had to look in her eyes to see that.
And, “Okay?” I don’t know. How to feel. About that, yet. I have to think about it, which is why I said goodby to Suze, and. Came home, to think about it.
“So, think about it.”
She’s just so young! Okay, sure it’s just 3, or 4 years, but if I do the math, that’s like almost half her life, and a third of mine, so really, I’m like half again her age. And sure, she’s not what I wished for, but I don’t know God well enough to say he answers Lesbian prayers, but just estimating the chances that there’s another gay girl in my school, odds are against her being exactly what I wanted, or me ever meeting that all smart older doctor/model/activist/president of my dreams.
So, maybe I got a little carried away with the fantasies, but give Barbie soem glasses, a PHD, the Oval Office, and at the time, I wasn’t really thinking about how incredibly unrealistic it really was. Kind of hard to, with my hands all over me, and imagining they’re hers. So yeah. [x] Scratch her off the list.
But, Hilde’. Okay, I love that. Like the bully from Hey Arnold, or the ringout queen of Soul Calibur only not at all. Because those are both fiction, and she’s a real girl with a real crush on me. As far as I can tell, she didn’t deny it, or really hide it all so well. And so what if she’s so much younger then me? She’ll grow up, right? Not like I’m gonna buy a van, and pick her up to molest her, and show her dirty pictures, but maybe I’ve been hitting the lesbian porn too hard.
She’s got the body of a 9 year old girl. So, there’s that, and I’m not a creeper, but I don’t want to feel like a creeper doing creepy things with little girls. There’s your problem, she’s just too young. “She’s just too young,” there, I said it. I feel better, but that doesn’t mean we can’t.
God I just love how she looks at me. I mean, Suzy saying my nose was pretty, that’s one thing, but the way her eyes lit up, her cheeks turned so read, and even her cute little lips. You know, I never even thought about that, until I saw it for myself, but feeling my own lips. “Huh!” That’s why we wear lipstick. It looks like we’re turned on, just like blush, and. I have to admit, I’m turned on, a little, thinking about her, getting so turned on I could see it just looking at me.
And, you think. Maybe she, plays with herself? I don’t know why I asked that, okay, I totally just blurted out her period, like some horndog would, to talk about her privates, and. “Yeah,” fuck it. I might as well get my hands dirty, while I’m thinking about it. A little girl, “Huh, ha!” Not like, touching her, but I can just imagine her, playing with herself, thinking about me.
Right?
“Huh!”
I bet she does. Or at least she doesn’t mind, if I do. I have to do something, I never felt so hot and tingly in my whole life, and good God I’m so moist!
“Yeah!” I’m sure it’s all right.
Hildy (g Solo gG Fant Porn)
“Uh!” I just wish I had some idea how to do this. I never tried before, I guess because I never felt like this, and had someone to think about, but now I’m so hot and I don’t have the first clue of what to do about it.
Play with myself, obviously, but. Okay, maybe if I can sneak into Bert’s room while he’s out, and look at his porn, that’ll help.
You would think, but.
Okay, first of all, what the hell is with straight guys looking at lesbian porn? I mean All of the porn. You know, it’s for guys, right? Guys make it for guys, the sexist homophobic ones even deny that us girls are even interested in it, right?
Well, then what’s with making fun of girls, and calling them dyke, then making porn with at least some girl-girl action in Every Single Magazine!? I mean it, I swear, if you don’t believe me check for yourself, but I can’t find a single “Straight” porno mag without any lesbians in it. So, which is it? Is it against nature, and a sin in the eyes of god, or is it okay for girls to look at it?
For that matter, what the hell is wrong with Sluts when all they want to see is girls that take off their clothes, and fuck for money so you can buy pictures to look at and jack off to? I don’t know, I’m confused, but it’s not because I’m bisexual. I’m not, I’m completely 100% gay, but it just doesn’t make any sense at all. Lesbos are bad, Mmmkay? Can we watch?
“No, man! You can’t watch, because you’re men, and We Are LESBIANS! Get it!?”
Uh! Never mind, that’s just not helping. But neither is this, and I have to think because it’s for straight guys. I mean, they don’t show how to play with myself, even in the pictures of girls playing with themselves, because 1: You want to see their pussies, and it’s kind of hard to do that with your fingers in the way. And 2: all the girls have fake dicks, because even in your lesbian fantasies, you can’t even imagine fake ass lesbians having fake ass lesbian sex without fake ass plastic dicks in it.
“Uh!” I give up. Oh yeah, and no Fattys. The girls don’t even look real, because guys don’t want to see real girls, with real bodies, they want barbiedolls without any body hair, and implanted balloon boobs. That’s the final reason I can tell these are made for boys that want to see “lesbians.”
Because they don’t have anything I want to see!
Forget it, just stash them back in his oh-so secret spot that doesn’t take too much trouble to get when he gets it up, and. “Ew.”
Yeah, that fixed it. I don’t even feel turned on any more.
At all. “I give up.”
So yeah, that’s why girls don’t look at porn. You don’t make any of it for us.
Suze (Gg. NS, but, some Pedo Fant)
“Hey,” she looked around, “Where’s Fatima?” Hugging her books.
“I don’t know, around?” Shrug, “She’ll probably be bi, soon.” I laughed, “Is there something wrong?”
“Uh yeah,” she sat down, “Um, do you get, your period, yet?” How she talks, I guess not really used to it, especially such private things.
“Uhuh?” Nod. No big deal to me, “Last year.”
“Oh,” she looked down, blushing. ‘Me too.’ To her lap, she looked up, so I looked at her eyes, “I mean, last night, but. Huh, before that. I. Well, you ever get this feeling? Huh, whenever I met you, and Fatima. Asked about it.” She looked down again, and half shrugged, “Well, I thought that’s what it was, but now that it’s here. It doesn’t feel, like. That.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you know. Uh!” She made a gross face, “Like my insides are turning into go, and leaking out.”
Yup, pretty much what it feels like. “Then, what did it feel like?”
“I don’t know, kind of good, but. You knw.” She looked away, “In the same, place. Huh! I think, I think I maybe, falling in love. With her.”
“Fatima?” I laughed, “Or maybe in lust. It’s okay, she’s gay, so. I’m sure she doesn’t mind,” since she told me, she thought about it. Or how she, doesn’t know how. To feel about it, I mean. “Huh, you’ve got the hots for that, I can see that, and I’m not even gay.” But I can’t say I haven’t thought about it.
“Yeah,” she covered her smile, “I guess that’s what it feels like.”
“Hot?” She nodded. “Wet?” Shook her head. “So, you touched yourself, to see.” She nodded, shrugged, then shook her head. “What’s that, a yes, or no.”
“Well?” She thought, “Uh, I tried to, but. I couldn’t figure it out.”
“Well, it takes a little while, but you’ll get the hang of it.”
“So you do it, too?”
“Yeah, I maturbate.” And it’s not like I tried not to, think about her. She just kind of popped into my head. “Lots of girls do, there’s nothing wrong with it despite what you might have heard in church.”
“Oh yeah,” she shrugged, “I’m not worried about that.” So, we talked about it a while, and she told me about the porn. So, we had a good laugh, and were still laughing when Fati’ showed up.
“What’s so funny?”
“Porn.”
“Gh!” Oh come on, we were Just talking about it! But I guess, because of her schoolgirl crush, all of a sudden she was all shy again.
“What about it?” She set down her bag.
“Well, you know how guys make it for them, so there’s not really anything in it for us.”
“Not really,” she shrugged, “Can’t say I ever looked.”
“At porn.” She shook her head, “Really?”
“Figured, well like you said, it was kind of a guy thing.”
“Well, you’re kind of a guy thing, but that’s just sexist. Of course we look at porn, and diddle off. Here, let me see your phone.”
“Here?” she looked around. “At school?”
“Good point,” I don’t get many chances to play the teacher, “We should probably find somewhere more private.”
I have my own favorite site. “Uh!” Parental controls. “Hang on, let me restart it.” So, I can interrupt the restart, and disable them from the menues. “You’re right,” Hildy, “Most of it is by men for boys, so i’m not surprised your neckbeard SiW brother looks at that, but on the internet, well you know rule #34?”
“Uh uh,”
“What’s that?”
“There’s porn of it, no exceptions. Ah!”
Don’t need a password to unlock it, just Administrator access, or a Guest login without it. I did the latter, because it’s quicker than finding it in Settings. “Let’s see, you want real Lesbian porn, or Solo masturbation?”
“Solo masturbation.”
“Kay,” [Pornohub: Titless Teen Fingers]
“Where’d you learn all this?”
“Uh!” [<ing] “Why d’you think my mom took my phone away?” Once I learned to get around the filters. I nodded, “Kind of a porn addict.” I know, I have a problem.
[Teen Cam Fingering]
“Ah,” just have to get the keywords right. Tap [Most Relevent
Longest] “Here,” had it to them, “Pick out one you like.”
Then, I had to show her how to hold my finger on the screen, to bring up the (Save Video) button.
[Curvy Redhead Strips, and Masturbates on Cam…]
Fatima (fGg…)
“Yeah?”
“Um, I like being your friend, but.” I took my arm off her shoulder, and she looked down.
So, I came around. “What is it?” In front of her.
“You think, I could be. Your girlfriend?”
“Ye’ah.” Um, “Maybe. Some day.” She looked up, and like she was about to cry. “Oh, I like you.” I hugged her, “I really do, it’s just that. You’re so young.” And cute, and. “Huh! Too young, for me and so am I. I don’t, no I. I’m just not ready for a girl, your age, and I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a beautiful woman, but.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I patted the back of her hair, “It’s okay. Nothing to be sorry about, it’s just too soon, and we’re both too young, so I’m not ready for a girlfriend yet.” She JUST got her Period!?
“But it’s okay, if I think about you?”
I held her out, she sniffed, and reached between my arms to wipe her eyes.
“And play with yourself?” I nodded, “Yeah, go ahead. You want to borrow my phone?” Not like I call anyone, my mom mostly got it to keep tabs on me, and even she doesn’t call it any more. Once the novelty wore off, “You like that video, the one we’re watching?” She doesn’t look like me, yeah it said Curvy, but she’s older, skinnier, bustier, and a redhead. But she nodded. “Well, good. Why don’t you borrow my phone tonight, and see how that works out. Then, I’ll see you tomorrow. Okay?” I kissed her head, and hugged her again. Tiny little thing, and don’t think I didn’t notice how she felt against my body. But, no. This is the right thing to do. I don’t want to feel creepy, like a child molestor, so I’ll wait. Untill she doesn’t look so childish.
I ment what I said, I bet she’ll be knockout gorgeous when she’s older. When She Is Older. And I’ll be older too. Yeah, I kind of lied, I’d probably be down with Suzan if she decided to be at least a little bi, curious. But no, she doesn’t like me to think about her like that.
And also about porn. I tried it, but it didn’t really do it for me, and even watching it with the girls. I don’t suppose i really need porn, it’s not really about looks, or pictures, or movies. I care more about who they are, she is, than what she looks at. And what she is, is just too young. I like women, I want a woman, even if she’s never any taller than me, that’s okay, but not little girls. And she’s still a little girl to me, why she should still be in grade school, whereas Sue.
“No,” but I can imagine, what Hildy will look like when she’s Sues age. They’re really not that much different, other than that. Why, Hildy is so bright, not to say Suzie’s stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but when she’s older, and a little more developed. And german, instead of irish, I met her mom, and. Probably better not to even think about, what she’s like. Naked.
Tall, though, and, not flat chested. I didn’t think about that, Mrs. Allbright, but somewhere between that, and Suzie’s age. A little closer to my age now, but i think it’s pretty clear now what kind of woman I like. And she’s older, make sense, since I’m only just barely a teenager myself, but definitely not any younger. That’s just sick, and not sexy at all, but future Hilde.
“Yeah!” I can just imagine. since I get home, and lock the door to my room. Out of my clothes, and up on the bed. Sideways, so I can see myself in the mirror. Like that readhead in the movie, only a little fatter, not quite as busty, and younger, of course. Got to be 18 to do porn, but I didn’t really feel anything watching her.
“Hildy,” though. It’s spelled Hilde’, but she says it like Hilda, and she like Hildy, but. “Huh!” Her, watching me, like she did the redhead on the phone. Yeah, I’ll be a little older too. Maybe a little bustier, but she picked the movie, so I know what she likes.
Feeling my belly, I guess I can even lose a little weight. “Hh,” even dye my hair red, if that’s what she likes, but imagining her, standing there. Looking down, watching me. Play with myself. “HhH!” I guess it kind of gets in the way, a little too. I mean, it’s easy enough to move, squeeze between my arms, and my boobs squishing together. Rubbing my legs, up and down the insides of my thighs.
“Hairy.” She searched for [Hairy] specifically, and I shave for comfort. Shaved, i can stop. Get used to it, if that’s what she likes. “Yeah.” Even a little stubble, in the pudge past my tummy. Right over my pussy, but even the prickles feel, tingly deep in my pubis mons. Blink. Forgot what that was called, then remembered, but now it doesn’t bother me.
I like it, it feels wonderful, just rubbing the stubble so the roots tickle, and tingle like pins and needles, but not like numb. At all, quite the opposite, it’s like it’s waking up. My sex, like it was numb, and the feeling is coming back, and “Auhhhh!” God it feels delicious!
“Snh!” Smells, so. Sexy, I just swipe my fingers inside, and sniff them. Lick them, a little damp, but switch hands, then back and forth rubbing spit in, and dipping sex out to smell, and taste like the dew on her lips. “Mmmh!” Yeah. Her nice beautiful pussy lips, with a little hair curling around, or hairs growing out, maybe some stubble, but I can rub that in with my palm while my fingers slip between my folds, and brush the sensitive hood in top.
“Hhhh, yeah.’
It’s not that hard to figure out.
I don’t need porn, if I got the right girl to think about.
“No,” woman. But I can imagine the woman she will be, “Cum for me.”
Then, I start licking my fingers too hungrily to really say anything else. Not that i have to, I’ve never felt so turned on.
Yeah, you can be my girlfriend, and in a few years, we can do this. Make love, just as soon as she’s grown up.
“Hahn!”
Hildy {Gg Mole. Seriously, Trigger Warning.)
“Hello?” Not sure if I should answer her phone.
“Hey, did I wake you up?”
“Nhn.”
”I couldn’t sleep, either. Can I come in?”
It’s only 10:47, but it’s a school night. “Where are you?”
“Out front?” I pulled the covers over my legs, and looked out the window. “Hi,” she waved, “CanIcumin?”
“Uh,” not the front, “It’s a school night, so.” I looked over at the tree, “You might have to climb up.”
But I wasn’t sleeping, and I suppose could use the company.
“Be right up, then.” CLICK.
So, I grabbed some underwear, and pulled my pajama bottoms on over them.
“Huh!” I opened the window.
‘just twist up a blanket, and throw it to me.’ The tree wasn’t close enough to jump, but we made a sort of rope, and I threw it to her. A couple times until she could catch it. ‘Now, hold on real good, while I swing down, and climb up.’
‘Okay,’ I didn’t think I was strong enough, but. “NGH!” That was a loud grunt, and I hope they didn’t hear the thump and come up to catch me, sneaking a girl in my room.
They didn’t know, I couldn’t tell them, I was even thinking about sex yet. Much less with a girl, not her, but her best friend. Because she’s not gay, and. Well, she’s more of a girl, like me. She doesn’t have boobs, like Fatimas, and i just loved the way they felt when she hugged me, and even on my face, through her bra, and shirt, but still. That’s what I thought about, and Suzan started later. When she was 11, I guess, so she’s not as grown, or as fat, and I love fatima. All of her, especially her big curvy body.
‘Thanks.’ She grinned, and hugged me when she stood up. In my room, I had friends over before, in my room, even her, but not at night. In my night clothes, especially when I was trying to play with myself, and I didn’t even get a chance to wash my hands! I sniffed my fingers. Oops. I hoped she didn’t smell it.
“Snh, any luck?”
“I,” couldn’t say. I just looked down, and shook my head, but my face was so hot with shame.
“Oh, sorry. You’re probably still on the rag, huh?”
‘sh!’ Mom, and dad were still downstairs, I could even hear the TV in the den, but Gil was right next door!
‘sorry.’
‘So,’ I thought, ‘you’re not supposed to, on your,’ period?
She shrugged, ‘never stopped me, some girls think it’s gross, but I don’t mind.’
‘oh.’
‘It even helps, especially when i get cramps. You get cramps?’
I shrug, shake my head. Whisper: ‘not yet.’
‘Hope you don’t, they suck.’
‘yeah.’
‘So, what’s the problem?’
‘I don’t know,’ can’t really see, even in the good movies. Their fingers get in the way. ‘How?’
‘It takes some practice, to find what you like, but you want to show me?’ My face got real hot. ‘It’s okay, I’m not gay or anything.’ I know, she told me, ‘but we can’t keep whispering, and it’d go a lot faster if you just showed me.’
‘Hh,’ That’s not the problem. I AM gay, and. I looked at her, and even thought about her. Too, most of the girls at school, even some of the prettier teachers, but that was before i talked to her, and Fatima told me. She doesn’t like it, when people do that, thinking about her. So, I try not to, but it’s not like I can with her here, watching me. ‘I can’t. I mean, if i do, i might.’
‘Oh, don’t worry. You mean, thinking about me? You want to watch me, too?’
I nodded, before i realized it. Because, right then, I really, REALLY wanted to watch her, play with herself. And play with myself, in front of her. ‘It’s okay, it’s not gay. It’s just like a circle jerk, and guys do that. If guys can do that, without being gay, than so can we.’
‘okay.’ but I am gay. I just didn’t tell her that.
‘You ever did it with the mirror?’ I shook my head. ‘Well, I do. So, it’’l be just like that. Here, lets get these out of the way…
Susan (Gg pred mole expl pedo.)
So, yeah. I’m not gay, but maybe I’m bi? I thought about it, but she’s not like Fatima, and at some point I have to admit that I maybe I might have lied to her, a little. It’s because she’s fat, I just didn’t want to hurt her feelings, and while there’s nothing wrong with being a big girl. I’m just not attracted to it. Not because I’m straight, I’m not homophobic either, but after watching porn with the girls. Lesbian, and solo girl porn, I decided I might be a little more bi curious than I had thought about before.
So, I went for a walk, and found myself by her house, and I don’t want to wonder any more. I had to find out, and she is gay. It’s not like she’s cheating on Fatima, she just shot her down, and sure she’s young. Er, looking. But. Not that young, it’s just 3 years, right? Yeah, only about three years, and I’m not much more grown up than she is on account of starting later. Yeah, she’s 9, and I’m 12, but she just got her period, when i didn’t until I was already 11.
So, it’s not like I’m a child molestor, either. It really was more like doing it with the mirror. If I could just reach out, and touch the mirror.
‘Here,’ I moved her hand, ‘try this.’
“Hh!” She closed her eyes. Held her breath, but she was so hot. Turned on. She wanted it, so I was just giving her what she wanted. ‘Nhn?’ She nodded.
‘Sh,’ in her ear, ‘snh!’ She must have taken a shower, fresh shampoo, and dried soap, but she was wet.
I remember, before I had any hairs. I was getting hot too, so I pulled my shirt off, and she felt between her legs again. Looked up, eyes wide in the dark, but not in my face. I have training bras, I just didn’t feel like putting on one tonight. I’d gone to bed, got back up, and just went for a walk. ‘Yeah,’ I moved her fingers, ‘that’s it.” she glanced up, from my chest, that smile went away, or changed, but that first one. It was even kind of creepy. ‘You want to touch them.’
Then she grinned. Didn’t even nod, but then her fingers brushed my hot sensitive nipples, and I bit my lip. ‘mhH!” I nodded, and she rubbed them harder. ‘Yeah, huh. That feels good.’
So, I slipped my under hand under her hair. Kept rubbing between her legs, but helped her sit up a little. So she could kiss my chest. My nipples, and the little breast tissue under them, and suck them in. ‘huhH! Yeah,’ The whole thing, even the almost painfully sensitive pumps underneath, ‘touch me.’
I had to lay down, sideways next to her when she put her hand on my pussy. I couldn’t stay up like that, any longer, but this way she could suckle me, and we could keep masturbating eachother. I found out it’s better this way. I can reach it better, and see it better even in the near dark. I don’t have to think about what i’m doing, and the best part is not knowing what she’s doing with her fingers. When I do it, of course I know what I’m doing, but then I have to think about doing it. No surprises, but now I could just feel, and I even had to stop, when it started getting too intense. I tasted it, her on my fingers, and the bloody tang was still in my mouth, when she fingered me off.
I didn’t, break her cherry, but I could have. It wasn’t that, it was just her period, but that what i thought when it rushed up, and carried me away.
I didn’t, but she still wasn’t a virgin any more. I was her first.
{Author's Note: A word about my child molestor character, I know what she said, but TBPH, she's not a Pedophile. She can't love, anyone but herself, but she lies, even to herself. So, "It's not like I'm a child molestor..." Yeah, no. She's not a Lesbian, either. She's an opportunistic Narcissist, but she hides it. A lot easier when you're young, cute, and look more like a victim.}