Markie's Treasure Chest #2

by Pulsar

Suddenly, Markie patted my leg. "Lie down," she said softly. And so I reclined on the soft carpet on my back. Then, she gently pulled me by my knees until they rested across her folded legs. Now I lay completely vulnerable and exposed. Ordinarily, I would have felt completely defenseless and ashamed. But today, I felt free as if floating on clouds. The very air from the vents caressed my naked body in a most thrilling manner. "Now, just relax," she said as I felt that tickling buzzing toy on my leg. She gently moved it around my inner thigh. I closed my eyes then, but I could feel my little hairless privates flushing and swelling up.

"Oooooh," I moaned as I began to slowly twitch.

"You like this?" asked Markie.

"Ooooh yeeeessss!" I said with a big smile. The warm tickling buzz drew ever closer to my throbbing privates, yet barely missed with each stroke. But finally, the little vibrating head made contact. "Ooooh! Aaaaah!" I cried out, my mouth making an 'O.' The vibration on my nether lips sent jolts through my whole body as I felt myself thrusting up and down. "Ooooooh Markie! That feels sooooo goooood!" I moaned. "I like it! I like it!"

"Just relax," she said. "It'll even feel better in a moment." And so I breathed heavier and heavier and moaned louder and louder. The tingling spread through my whole body as her little secret toy buzzed all around my privates. She moved it rather slow, taking her time. Her touch was very gentle, yet the sensation very powerful.

Therefore, it didn't take long for the tingling and throbbing to build up into a most wonderful feeling, as if a wave of pleasure surged through me. I had never felt this good in my life. "Oooh! Ooooh! Oooh-yeesss! Ooooh-yeeeessss!" I cried out as I thrashed my head from side to side. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"I won't stop," she softly assured. "Not 'til you tell me to."

"Oooooh! Ooooh-gaaawwd! This feels SOOOO GOOOOOD!!" I cried out again. I wasn't sure what to expect, but it seemed like something was going to happen soon. Then, I felt my head rush as the pleasure only multiplied. "Oooooh Markie!" I cried out.

Then suddenly, it took me by storm. My body jolted. I felt a sudden burst from my little cunny shoot down my legs and up into my stomach. It felt as if the floor had vanished from beneath me and I was suddenly falling. I burst into my first orgasm ever! I didn't even know there was such a thing. But it hit me like a train as my whole body jolted with strong contractions I couldn't control. I must have shrieked so high that the dogs would howl! So there I lay on the floor with Markie buzzing my crotch as I jolted like a fish out of water, pounding my fists on the floor uncontrollably.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time, I began to calm down and the feeling faded into a drowsy, sleepy feeling. "Oooh! Oooh! S-s-stop!" I begged, for it had become to much.

And instantly, the buzzing went silent. And so I lay catching my breath as I gasped for air. "Ooooh, ooooh Markie I... I love your treasure box!"

And so Markie giggled as she produced a baby wipe. She wiped down my dripping wet cunny and then wiped her toy clean. But suddenly we heard the back door slam shut. "My momma!" gasped Markie. Thus she quickly dried me with a tissue and then stowed all her 'toys' away in the box as fast as she could. "Here, get dressed," she said as she recovered my panties. She guided my legs through. "Now the shirtie!" she said as she assisted in getting my tee over my head. "And your cutie-patootie shortzies!"

Just as I was pulling them up to my waist, her mom tapped on the closed door. "Markie? Are you in there?" called her mom from the other side.

"Ya, Mamma," replied Markie. "Come in!"

And when Mrs. Macintosh opened the door, all she found was us two sitting on the floor without shoes. "Oh! Hello Lori," she said. "I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, we had been playing some music, Mamma, so I closed the door so it wouldn't bother you."

"Honey, I was in the garden," replied Mrs. Macintosh. "Anyway, don't forget you have a game at noon, dear."

"Ya, Mamma."

And so Mrs. Macintosh turned and walked away, completely none the wiser. And so we both took a deep breath and looked at each other. "Oh Markie!" I said as I leaned into her. "I'm glad you showed me your treasure box. I like it! And I'll promise to keep it REALLY secret!"

Markie smiled. "You had a big cum-eroo," she said softly.

"A what?"

"A cum! A cummie-cum," she answered. "Haven't you had one before?"

"Well... no," I said. "I didn't know."

"Well... when I'm alone and get the naughties, I take out my treasure box. I have to have at least two or three a day!"

"Oh!" I gasped. "Well, I can sure see why. Cums are wonderful!"

"It's my favorite!" confessed Markie with a blush. And with that, she shoved the closed box back under the bed. "Well, I better get ready for my soccie game," she lamented. "I'll be back later." But then she reached out and rolled my socks back up to the base of my kneecaps. "Now, let me get your brace on." And so, she carefully fastened my steel leg brace back into place. "Did I get it right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I answered as I tested the top strap with my fingers. "Good job."

And moments later, I was on her skateboard again, arms out like a plane flying through the air. We noisily rolled down the street toward my house. She pushed me faster this time. It was a little scary at first, but her strong grip on my ribs reminded me that she would never let me fall. Once we got to my driveway, she kissed me on the forehead. "It's been fun!" she said with a wink. "We'll have to uh... do that some more."

"Oh God, YES!" I blurted before covering my mouth with embarrassment. "I mean... sure." I was somewhat embarrassed as I looked around the neighborhood, somewhat paranoid that everybody knew what we had done. "Anyway, good luck with your game. I hope you win."

"Mmmm, we might," replied Markie nonchalant. "But you're not supposed to play to win. You're supposed to play to have fun and make friends!"

"Oh? Sounds like a good sport."

Markie giggled and ruffled my hair. But then she jumped on her skateboard and quickly rode back home. As I watched her ride away, I could still feel the lingering cramps from my recent orgasm. And I wondered just what she was. Was she a child in an adult's body, or was she an adult with a child's mind? Was there a difference anyway? I wasn't sure. And so I went back into the house, my own mom none the wiser as well as to what happened in Markie's room.

That afternoon, I was in the front yard with my mom as she was planting the flower beds in preparation for summer. As I sat down helping her dig, my bare knees turned black with dirt and my socks had turned dark brown. But still, it was nice helping Mom in the warm afternoon. Soon, it would be too hot in these parts for this work in the middle of the day. But soon the car pulled up in Markie's driveway. She bolted from the car in her soccer uniform and ran straight for us. "Hiiiii!" she cried out as she approached.

"Oh, hello Markie," said Mom as she looked up.

"Markie! How'd it go?" I asked.

"Oh great!" she cried. "Had a blast!"

"Did you win?" I asked..

"Mmm... naw. I think it was 3 to 2," she answered. Yet she had not a worry in the world. Her smile testified she was completely indifferent to final scores. Her passion was the game, the play, the running and kicking as well as the interaction with the other players. But the, she squatted down to my level and began to brush my knees off. "Dirty kneezies!" she sang.

"Yup," I giggled.

"Lookie! I got the greenie-kneezies!" she said as she slapped her grass-stained knees. "You fall a lot in soccer, but it's grass so you don't get the ouchies."

"Sounds like the perfect sport," I said. "However, I'm afraid I wouldn't do too well."

"You never know what you can do 'till you try," replied Markie. And I suppose she was right. If anyone would know, it would be her. And so she stood up that she might go take her shower and clean up. However, once she saw my mom straining with the bags of potting soil, she freed my mom of the burden and carried two bags with ease under her thick muscular arms and placed them near the flowerbed. Mom was amazed and grateful. Slowly, she was growing to admire Markie for who she was.

And so the days of summer rolled along. Emma was in summer cheer and gymnastics. I saw her a few times a week, and boy were her legs getting toned and tanned as she paraded around in her skimpy little shorts. But she was busy and often not available for my slow-paced lifestyle. As for Markie, we had at least one 'encounter' a week where the 'treasure chest' would come out from under her bed. And each time, we explored that brave new world. One time, she tied my legs to her bedpost spread-eagle before working me over. Another time, she held my legs high in the air like I was getting a diaper change. And each time proved a wonderful experience we shared together. And even the cuddling made me feel like a new person.

But as the warm days turned to the sweltering summer, I stayed indoors more. But evening was when the neighborhood kids would come out and ride bikes, play ball, climb trees... anything and everything. And that's when I'd hobble out too. But other times, I'd watch through my window. And as I discovered, Markie began chatting to the other kids too as she grew more accustomed to the neighborhood. Once I saw her gently pushing Kristie's little sister on her tricycle. Another time, I saw her helping Emma's little brother out of a tree. Occasionally, I would see her carrying Jennifer's baby sister in one arm as she stood and talked to Jennifer and her friends. Wherever she went, she seemed to make an impression on the kids.

Finally in early June on one of those evenings, I opened the garage door and rolled out my bike. I knew the training wheels looked dorky, but I felt as if life was passing me by. Once I started slowly down the driveway, Markie made a bee-line for me. "Finally, you decide to come out!" she said. "You're missing all the fun!"

I grunted as I pushed down on the peddle with my braced leg. "I'm as slow as a turtle on this," I said.

"Keep riding and you'll get stronger," she said.

And so I slowly rode around in the street while some of the other kids rode circles around me. Markie was skateboarding around too. But when Kristie came out on her roller skates wobbling about, Markie began to gently push her down the sidewalk, holding tight to her armpits. And thus Kristie's legs went every which way, yet she never fell under Markie's grasp. "I won't let you fall," I heard her say. And I knew Kristie was in good hands.

And after only a few evenings like this, Kristie was skating on her own, albeit a little wobbly, but she had weaned herself from having to be held up. "Look Markie!" she cried. "I'm skating! I'm skating!"

"Yay!" cried Markie. "Way to go, Kristie!"

I smiled as I watched her go down the sidewalk, proud as ever. Just as Markie said, 'You never know what you can do 'till you try.'

And that very evening, Markie approached me with some tools in hand. "C'mon, Lori! It's your turn. Time to take your training wheels off so you can ride for real!"

"Yikes!" I said. "I'd surely get the 'owie kneezies!' I can't ride without 'em!"

"I won't let you fall," she assured.

And so, I took my bike to the driveway as Markie squatted down and removed my training wheels. And then she held my bike as I threw a leg over. We rolled out into the street as she held the back of the seat in one hand and the handlebars with the other. "Now just peddle. I'll hang on so you don't fall. Just peddle!" And down the street I rode with Markie running along beside me. "Go, Lori. Go!" she cheered. Finally, she did let go, yet kept her hands ready. I wobbled for two seconds and was about to fall when Markie grabbed hold of the bike again. "Keep going!" she coaxed.

And up and down the street we rode. This went on for three evenings. It seemed that after that, I was just as clutzy on the bike as when we started. I was discouraged enough to cry. But Markie had all the patience in the world. I think she'd let this go on for ten years without losing any hope. She still cheered me on as if I'd won the Tour de France!

And that Saturday, I found myself in her room naked once again as she worked me over. However, this time, she left the buzz toy in the box and used her tongue on me. OH MY GOD! That's the best words to describe it. Slowly and gently she brought an earth-shattering orgasm from me. Naturally, I returned the favor. I licked her all over her shaven bald cunny. Her muscular thighs nearly crushed me when she came uncontrollably. But the way she cried out my name, completely out of control was worth it!

Next Wednesday evening, I was riding my bike again. But the time came when Markie let go that I did not fall. She ran along beside me with her hands ready to grab. I wobbled, yet remained upright. I peddled hard, but kept my balance. "Go, Lori! Go! Go! Go!" she cried.

"I'm doing it! I'm doing it!" I cried. "I'm riding!"

"Woo-hoo!" cried Markie. "Go! Go!"

And once again, I felt as if I were flying as I rode my bike for the first time without training wheels. They told me once it wasn't even worth the effort, considering the problem in my leg. But here I was flying down the street on my bike. And I never would have given it a thought if not for Markie's urging. But soon I realized I needed a rest. Now that I was rolling, I realized I didn't know how to stop! I took my feet off the peddles. But soon I lost speed and the bike when where it wanted to! The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with a grueling stinging pain on my knee!

Markie caught up with me only seconds later. "Lori! Are you all right?" she cried out in horror.

"OOooow! I... I'm fine!" I said with grit teeth

"You scared me!" she said as she reached down and picked me up.

"I scared ME too," I said. However, I was still exhilarated over finally learning how to ride that I could hardly cry over my injuries.

"Your knee!" she cried upon spying that blood flow that stained my knee sock. "C'mon, I'll take you to your mom..."

"...Yes Mom, I can really ride my bike! Really! Markie taught me!" I boasted as I sat on the kitchen counter next to the sink.

"Then how in the world did you skin up your knee like this?" she said frantically as she applied a wet paper towel. The cold water stung my scraped knee and made me jolt. But Markie put her arm around me.

"Trying to stop," I answered.

"So the bike stopped, but Lori kept on going," concluded Mom as she applied the alcohol.

"Eeeeeyoooowww!" I cried as I kicked my leg out. "Ooooh, that hurts!" I felt hot tears stinging my eyes as the alcohol stung my knee a zillion cold needles.

"Oooooh, I know it hurts dear, but we've got to get this nice and clean," said Mom.

Markie squeezed my shoulders and patted my other leg. "You're doing great," she said.

But soon after, I had big pink 'Hello Kitty' bandage stuck to my knee. "Now you girls be careful and take it slow. Just because you can now go without training wheels doesn't make you 'Evel Knievel.'"

"Yes, Mrs. Grimes," assured the guilt-ridden Markie. Then, she bent down and kissed my band-aid. "Your poor pretty kneezie," she said before lifting me down from the counter.

"C'mon, let's go ride some more," I said, but Mom grabbed my by the shoulder. "Hold it! I think you've had enough for today, Easy Rider! I'd love to see you ride your bike, but we'll wait for tomorrow. It'll be dark soon anyway."

"Awww Mom," I groaned. "What else can I do?"

"How about a shower!"

I chuckled. Somehow, I knew Mom would say that. And so I looked at Markie and gave her a hug. "Well... I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I said. I had one arm around her waist, but I reached down and patted her stocky thigh with the other. I loved touching her bare muscular legs. And I think she loved it ever bit as much too. And so she picked me up and kissed me on the forehead. "Nutty-night, you biker you!" she said.

The next day, I showed my mom how I could ride a bike in spite of my leg brace. She stared in awe and disbelief. I even stopped without crashing. I was ready to circle the globe on my bike, but the big pink 'Hello Kitty' patch on my knee reminded my I wasn't invincible. And thus began a new era of childhood. But as the days rolled by, I began going to Markie's soccer games. Being there for her was the least I could do. And so I'd ride my bike to the local park where the city leagues would play. I'd sit on the old wooden bleachers and cheer her as she ran about the field. She was a fast runner and a powerful kicker. And I stared in awe at those beautiful leg muscles of hers as she raced about the field.

But she never worried about the score. She just loved the burning of energy. She cheered her teammates enthusiastically for anything and everything. She would even help opposing team members back to their feet after a fall. Many of them were college girls home for the summer who just wanted the exercise. A few were older high-school girls. And one of them was a new mother who found it a great way to burn off the extra weight from her pregnancy.

One time when they rotated players, Markie came off the field drenched in sweat and face beet red from all the running. "Here!" I said as I handed her a cup of water.

"Thanks, hon." she said as she caught her breath.

"Looks like fun," I said. "And you seem pretty good at it."

"Well, I've played for a long time. I've had practice," she replied as she adjusted her shin guard.

"Well, off all the girls out there... you have the most prettiest legs!" I said with a giggle and a blush. But I truly did mean it.

Markie giggled and stretched out a leg and pulled the leg-hem of her shorts up high. "Me? Well I think Myra's got me beat. She has gorgeous legs!"

Near the end of the game, a girl on the other team nearly scored a goal, but it hit the pipes and bounced off. I could see she was pretty frustrated over it. But soon the game ended 2-1 score for Markie's team. But afterwards, the girl's frustrations didn't escape Markie. As the rest of the girls were jumping, cheering and 'high-five'-ing, Markie was across the field talking to her. She eventually hugged her.

I shook my head. "Markie's trying to help that poor girl," I said to one of her teammates as I handed her a cup of water.

She looked across the field and chuckled. "Yup. That's our Markie!" she said.

And so I rode home slowly on my bike as Markie rode her skateboard beside me. It was not a long ride from the park through the neighborhood. so we made it to Markie's house in a fairly short time. Her mother wasn't home, but she invited me in nonetheless. "Well, it's time to get cleaned up," she said as I followed her to the main bathroom. True, we were both hot and sweaty from being in the summer sun. And with that, she turned on the bath water and added some scented soap.

"Well, I guess I should bathe as well," I said, thinking I should head home.

"I'm getting it ready," said Markie as she pulled off her soccer jersey.

"Oh! You mean... here?"

"Sure. I love soaking in the tubby after a game."

And so, without much thought, I slowly undressed. Soon, Markie's grass-stained uniform was in a pile on the floor next to my clothes. Then, she slid her shapely naked body into the soapy water. Next thing I knew, she was lifting me over the side and set me down on her lap. She slowly began to shampoo my hair with gentle strokes. "Oh Markie," I gasped as I closed my eyes. "This is so... so..."

"Nice?" she queried.

"Yeah, that," I mumbled as I relaxed against her smooth but firm body. And thus she caressed me all over under the warm water. "Ooooh, aaaah," I moaned at the sensation of her gentle fingertips all over my flesh.

"Say, are you getting the 'naughties' when I do this?" she asked with a subtle chuckle.

"Oh, yes," I confessed. "I'm getting the 'naugties' all right." And soon, I felt her gentle fingers as they began to delicately stroke my nether lips. I gasped and moaned as I leaned my head back against her. "Ooooh gaaawwd," I moaned.

Yet she gently nibbled on my ear before whispering, "Just holding you close gives me the 'naughties!'" she confessed. But then she stopped. She moved her hand from my crotch, slid them down my inner thighs and up to my bent knees. "But not yet," she said softly. "No cummy-cums in the bath tub. Wait 'till we get out and then I wanna try something."

"Oh, okay," I said.

Eventually, I was sitting on her bed in her room after she carried me in. She dried me off with a towel as I sat naked and still. "Mmmm, you smell so sweet and clean!" she said. And once she had herself dry, she gently leaned me back until I lay down on my back. Then, she gently began to kiss my knees, slowly working her way up my inner thighs with her tickly kisses. "Oooooh!" I cried aloud as I shut my eyes. The sensation shot up my leg like electricity. "Ooooh, Markie, I've got the naughies really bad!" I moaned.

"You're supposed to, silly!" she replied as she kissed my lower belly. And thus she teased me or a few moments, avoiding my swollen bald cunny. But eventually, I felt her tender lips gently kiss my nether lips.

"Oooooh-ooOOOOooh!" I cried out as I flopped about on her bed.

"Aaaah, you like that!" gleamed Markie.

"Oh gaawwd, YEEESSS!" I cried. And so she climbed up on the bed and knelt down with her head between my legs. She held my skinny thighs in her hand as she slowly began to lick around my throbbing tingling lips. "Oooh! Oooh! Aaaah! Ooooh!" I squealed like a mouse. I felt it all the way up to my stomach and down my thighs. Very quickly, the feeling grew and grew. Soon I was humping upward, lifting my bottom off the bed and forcing my crotch into her mouth. "Oooh-gawd! Oooh-gawd! Yes! Yes! YES!" I shrieked as I writhed about out of control. Then that familiar flush came over me as I knew I would soon burst. "Oooh! Oooh Markie! Ooooh Markie, I love you!" I cried. Then, I was at the brink. "Ooooh Markie! That feels sooooo goooood!"

But no sooner I had said this, I burst. My whole body shook as I gurgled. Once again, if felt as if I were falling as my whole body throbbed with the orgasm. It was the best feeling ever. I wished it would have lasted forever. Yet eventually, I ran out of energy as my head grew dizzy.

"Lori? Lori!" said Markie as she shook me. I don't remember passing out, but the next thing I knew, Markie was trying to wake me up. Suddenly, it felt like I'd been asleep for twenty years. I moaned and grunted as I shifted about next to her clean warm naked body. "Oh, Lori! That was a BIG one!"

"Oooooh, yeah," I said with a sigh. I snuggled into her smooth flesh and gently began to tease her breast with my lips. "I hope I can make you feel that good," I whispered.

"Oh Lori, you can! You can! Just holding you makes me feel good," she moaned as I suckled on her breast for a few moments. And then I took my time pleasuring her. Watching her lean muscular body twitch about by way of my handiwork was equally thrilling. "Oooh-gawd!" she cried out. "Yes, Lori, YES! Ooooh, that feels great! Do it! Do it!" she begged. And thus I did my best with all my love. Finally, she squeezed my torso tight when she came, giving me a little squirt. And only a short while later, I was ready again. She used the buzz toy on me until I came again. And then I used it on her, burying deep between her swollen nether lips. Over and over, she called out my name until her body jolted into violent convulsions. "Oh Lori, I love you! I-luv-you, I-luv-you, I-luv-you!" she cried as she came hard.

And for the next few minutes, we just lay in each other's arms. But eventually, we heard her mother's car pull up. Instantly, we sat up. Markie opened her closet and tossed me her old soccer uniform she had when she was my age. "Here! Put this on! They're clean." And quickly she slid on my panties and then the old soccer shorts. Then, she helped me with the shirt as we heard the front door open. Markie quickly slid on one of her many pairs of skimpy running shorts. Soon, her mom tapped on the door as Markie finished pulling on her tee. "Come in!" she said.

The door opened and there we were sitting on her bed all clothed and clean. "Hello girls," said Mrs. Macintosh. "How was the game?"

"Oh, we won, Momma," she said. "But some girl on the other team was sad when she missed a goal. She almost cried."

"Awwww," replied Mrs. Macintosh. "And I assume you talked to her?"

"Yeah, I told her she could practice with me if she wanted to."

"Good for you dear," said Mrs. Macintosh. "And Lori, I think your mother might be looking for you."

"Okay," I said. And so Mrs. Macintosh turned and walked away. "That was close," I whispered.

"Too close," agreed Markie. "I wish it were easier." With that, I slid off her bed and onto the floor to get my socks and leg brace. "Well, I've never found bath time so fun!" I giggled. "Who needs a rubber ducky!"

And so I continued to attend Markie's games. Soon, I was the unofficial 'water girl' for the team. The girls were all nice to me and they all seemed to like Markie very much, even though they didn't always understand her logic. Two games later, they presented me with a soccer uniform, only in my size. As the water girl, they said I could wear their uniform and still be considered part of the team. And so from then on, I sat on the bench in the Navy-blue nylon shorts, Navy-blue knee socks, and yellow jersey with blue trim. Markie kept telling me how cute I looked in it, in spite of the leg brace over one of the socks.

After a game, the girls all cheered and high-fived over their second win. "You wanna go for pizza, Markie?" asked the team captain.

"Only if Lori comes too," she said.

"Of course she can come!" assured the captain. "C'mon, girls, let's go celebrate!"

"And what about them?" asked Markie, pointing across the field at the other team's bench.

"Oh... well, we should have known you wouldn't forget. Okay, let's go invite them."

And somehow, we wound up at the pizza place with a crowd of young women in different soccer uniforms. Once everyone was sitting down, it was as if they had forgotten they were on opposing teams and everyone chatted with everyone else.

Also that summer, we had started going to the pool together. Now mind you, I was shy about hobbling about the pool without my leg brace in a one-piece bathing suit. But Markie was thrilled to be with me. And that summer, I learned to swim too! Only by practicing and having Markie grab me at the last moment before sinking did I learn to stay afloat. I was scared to death the whole time. However, Markie believed in me, so I couldn't let her down. Besides, seeing her in a bathing suit was rather thrilling. Her own once-piece emphasized her curvy bare hips which I enjoyed holding on to immensely. And that summer, my legs began to tone for the first time after all that exercise. I also tanned more that my usual pale self. Usually after returning from the pool, we were both quite ready to open the 'treasure chest.' Just seeing each other in swimwear made us both rather randy. And we were clean with the scent of chlorine too. I really learned to love that smell. Oftentimes, Markie would comb my wet hair.

So all in all, though the summer was short as usual, it was filled many joyous times when I was with Markie. It was a summer of 'firsts;' first orgasm, first bike ride, first swim without flotation. And all because Markie believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. Who could not love her? But eventually school would start again, and we just wouldn't quite have the time to be with each other. I knew I would return being more confident in myself. I would not just be another nerd in thick glasses and a leg brace. However, I was growing in size and mind. I would be in fifth grade and my reading and math skills would advance, whereas Markie's skills would not. The relationship would soon see new challenges. However, I simply couldn't let it die. Markie was far too dear to me.