Alex and Tess 1 – Coffee Pot Day

Alex and Tess 1 – Coffee Pot Day
by
Tommy Linarcos

Alex and Tess left their bikes in the yard and made their way inside Alex’s house via the back door.  No one was home, or at least no one was home now, anyway.  Alex had a key, but the house was open.  The kitchen light was on, so his mother must have only gone out for a short trip.  The store, he hoped.  With his dad — his dad would had to have gone with.

This was just a mid-afternoon stop for him and Tess: get something to drink, get some snacks, then head back out for more adventures.

Tess threw her Cubs ball cap on the kitchen table, combed back her short brown hair with her fingers, and pulled open the refrigerator door to take a look at what beverages were available.  Alex, meanwhile, attempted to haul himself up on to the side counter.  He was almost tall enough — he’d just had a growth spurt, but no one could reach the top shelf.  Leaning over the counter and raising up on his toes, the Maurice Lenell butterscotch cookies were just out of reach.  The cookies weren’t hidden there, that was just their ‘spot.’  He’d use the method he’d used since he was ‘a kid’ to get up there.

“Just get the step stool,” Tess shook her head.  It wasn’t usual that she was the voice of reason.  Usually, she was the one pushing him to do something stupid, pushing a boundary.  Pushing their boundaries.

“Nah,” Alex dismissed.  The not-quite-tall-enough blonde boy put his hands flat on the counter and bounced up, his arms quickly supporting his weight easily until his left knee was on the counter, too, and then his right.  He was kneeling on the kitchen counter and could now easily access whatever he wanted.  He would take the box and hop back down.

But something happened.  Whether there was some water on the counter, or the knee patch on his pants was slick on the smooth surface, or his knee just gave way and went sideways no one would ever know.  But Alex’s left knee went that way and he went down — hanging on and off the counter like a three-pointed star.  But the coffee pot came with him, tipped over, fallen completely on its side.  The shiny silver percolator lost its lid and the steaming hot coffee spilled all over the counter and straight into Alex’s right thigh.

It was hot.  It burned.  It was burning-hot.  It was 200º burning-hot.  It soaked into his pants and it stayed 200º burning-hot.

Alex screamed, pushing himself the rest of the way off the counter, hopping on his left foot to gain some sort of balance, pushing at the wet patch of burning-hot coffee on his pants, trying to wipe it away.

Oddly, or perhaps not so oddly since they were both eleven, each just weeks shy of twelve, they were worried about having spilled the freshly-brewed full pot of coffee.  What would Alex’s mother say?  Could they get it cleaned up in time before she got back?  Paper towels or a mop?  Was his father home, after all?  Did he hear the clatter and Alex scream?  Were they going to get in any trouble?  Could they make another pot so no one would know?  How do you make coffee?  How much coffee do you put in that cup thing in the percolator?

Tess had to take a moment to figure out what happened.  She wanted to help, but do what?

Even Alex’s second thought, while he was screaming, was Oh, no, look at what I did…

Fortunately, Tess’s second thought was, “Get them off!”

“What?”

Tess got to him, stabilized him, and grabbed at his waist.  “Take off your pants!  You’re burning yourself — and you’re going to keep burning!  Get them off!”

In shock, stupidly, grimacing in pain, he sat on one of the kitchen chairs and tried rolling up his pants leg, as if that would have any effect, like he could roll it all the way up to his waist past the burn.  He actually got it just above his knee before he could go no further.

“What are you doing?” Tess was confounded.  Because her leg was not on fire, she could think a little clearer.  She grabbed again at Alex’s pants, pulling open the waist button.  Her next move was to try and get the zipper down, but Alex reacted and stood up, bouncing away.

Tess was trying to take his pants off.  She shouldn’t do that.

“Get them off!”  Tess went after him, and they both wound up in his Star Wars and baseball bedroom, just off the kitchen.  She pushed him to sitting on his bed.  “Take off your pants!  You’re still burning!”

If he took off his pants in front of her, she’d see him in his underwear.  True, she’d seen him in his bathing suit, and he ran around in the yard without a shirt or shoes all the time with her in the summer, but this was his underwear.

“God dammit!”  Tess grabbed his legs and tipped him onto his back, taking his cuffs and pulling.  She got some way, but his shoes were a problem, now.  Frustrated, she went back to his hips and just yanked his jeans down.  They came down, underwear and all, and she kept pulling until the mass of wet fabric was below his knees.

Alex instinctually covered his groin, but felt the immediate drop in temperature on his thigh.  He was still burnt, but he was no longer being burned…  His hands moved to his pain, trying to appease the hurt.

Tess continued, finishing what she started.  She didn’t ask, didn’t yell, anymore, she just pulled the knots on his shoelaces and pulled off his shoes, then tugged his pants the rest of the way off.

Alex sat up a bit and, with a little presence of mind, reached down and held his underpants at his ankles, saving them from being whisked off with his jeans.  He lurched off the bed and pulled the white Fruit-of-the-Looms back up, carefully at his thighs, but back in place.

Finally, Tess asked the stupid question, “You okay?”  Of course, he wasn’t, but what else would you ask at this point?

“It hurts,” Alex groaned, back to trying to press the big red oval out of his thigh.  The burn patch was as large as his spread hand.

“You nut.”  Tess tossed his pants onto his desk chair and knee-walked over to him at the bed.  “Why wouldn’t you take off your pants?”

“I… you…” Alex started.  He wasn’t quite sure how to continue.  It all made sense now, what he should have done, but at the time…

Tess seemed to sense not his pain, but his discomfort.  “I’m sorry I saw your dick.”

But she wasn’t sorry.  When his pants came down, she stared right at it.  It wasn’t her goal, but she sure did want to see it.  It popped out, stuck out.  Head, shaft, and balls.  And he had hair — a lot, and she saw it.  She had wanted to see it for some time, now, at least since… since she had started to get a lot more curious about boys.  About Alex, in particular.  She’d wanted to see Alex naked; she just didn’t think it would happen like this.  Going swimming in the river, maybe skinny-dipping, getting pantsed in the pool, or playing Truth or Dare, but not like this.  Still, she saw it.  The picture in her mind might have to last for a while.

“I didn’t mean to, you know, you just weren’t getting your pants off, and…”

“I know.  Thanks.”  Alex was coming to his senses.  “Can you…?” his voice weak, pained.

Tess came back to crisis-aversion mode.  “Yeah, let me get you some ice or something.”  She left him and went back into the kitchen.  Stepping as she could around the giant coffee puddle, she righted the coffee pot on the counter, although the entire contents had already spilled out, and unplugged it from the wall.  The percolator’s coffee grounds cup was spilled out, too, and looked a sick mess, but she stopped herself from cleaning up any further.

She opened drawers by the sink and found dish towels, took one, ran it briefly under the water, then went to the freezer and got some ice out of the tray, wrapping several cubes in the towel.  She came back to Alex and gave him the cold, damp packet, helping hold it on his leg.  She didn’t have to do that, but still felt she was in charge of his healing.

“It’s a mess in there, huh?” Alex asked, picturing the brown lake of his kitchen floor, his mind going back to the trouble he might be in for causing it, and the loss of expensive coffee.

“Oh, yeah,” Tess confirmed.  “Is anyone else home?  Your brother or sister?  Your dad?”  To help?

Alex looked at his ceiling and the doorway, listening with his eyes.  “I don’t hear anyone.”

She took her hand off the towel, off of his thigh.  She didn’t want to go start cleaning up the kitchen.  “Is it helping?  The ice?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe?  It still hurts.  Still burns.”

“Do you guys have any aloe?  You know, like for sunburns?” she put to him, thinking forward again.

Alex’s eyebrows crunched, thinking what aloe was.  The neighbor lady had some cactus she called aloe, and he remembered her breaking off an arm one time for the goop inside when his mom burned her hand on the grill.  He didn’t have such a plant.  “Lady next door does, I think.  But,” he thought about sunburn, “I think we have a can of Solarcaine in the bathroom.”

Tess nodded and made her way there.

Alex stood and limped to the doorway, looking around the corner into the kitchen.  He could see the brown lake reaching under the table, under the chairs.  Twelve cups?  What was that — a gallon?  What was he going to do?

Tess returned with an aerosol can and a tube.  “You do have some aloe, but let’s try this first.”  She pushed him back to the bed, and he sat, removing the cold towel.  She shook the can of first aid spray, aimed it at the big red burn, and let a long, cold blast paint Alex’s thigh back and forth.  Cold like liquid nitrogen, at first, it brought some instant relief, though they both knew it wouldn’t last.  “Okay?”

“It’s a little better, I think.  For now.”  His skin was already a little stiff, and it still hurt, but he figured he could fight through it all.  He didn’t have any flayed skin that he could see, just a bright red oval.

They both looked at the doorway and knew what was next.  Tess didn’t “have” to help — it wasn’t her house, she didn’t cause it — but she and Alex were friends, thick as thieves, often were thieves, and they would do this together.

Towels was the first thought, and Tess had noticed several big ones hanging over the tub in the washroom.  She got them and they began the task of laying them out on the floor, soaking up the coffee, and then ringing them out in the sink.  They had done a good enough job that the coffee film was thin enough to start drying on the floor when Alex realized there was a sponge mop in the basement.  While he hobbled downstairs to get it, Tess wiped up the coffee grounds, and then they damp mopped the floor.  When finished, he and Tess took the mop and towels to the basement sink by the washer.  There would be no lying about this, no cover-up, but they’d done the clean-up.

Alex hadn’t bothered to put pants on during the effort.  Why bother now?  But he was distracted enough to try to clean up a pool of coffee in his socks, which became soaked immediately, so those quickly came off, then went into the basement sink, too.

While cleaning up, they finally saw the note stuck to the stove hood under a Cap’n Crunch magnet: “Took Mom to the doctor.  Be back later.  Be good.  Dad.”  The doctor’s again…

Alex sat at the kitchen table, seeing coffee streaks on the floor as he pushed back the chair.  Tess handed him a can of 7-Up.  They cracked the cans open and took a well-deserved swig.  Tess’s belch was louder than Alex’s.  They snorted a breath and started to laugh. “You know,” he sighed, “if I’d just made us some sandwiches, everything would be fine, now…”  With that idea, they raided a bag of lunchmeat and rolled some Polish ham slices and snarfed them down.

Alex tried holding the 7-Up can against his leg in place of the ice towel, but it was like a quick sting with the metal.  Tess looked at the big red patch.  “Want to try the aloe?”

“Okay, if you think it’ll do better.”  Both went back to Alex’s room and sat on the bed.  Alex put his hand out for the tube, but Tess kept it.  She got on her knees next to him and shot a liberal amount of green gel in her hand and began to apply it to his thigh.  It felt weird, the gel, but cooling.  He could definitely still feel the heat of the burn, but treating it felt good.

Tess touching him felt even better.

She didn’t quite know what to do with her left hand while her right did the work, but she wanted to touch Alex more, so she took ahold of his calf with it, as if she needed to keep his leg steady.  She noted the amount of hair on his lower leg, that which hadn’t been so…. dark? visible? thick? before.  Her hand absently started running lightly up to his knee then down to his bare foot and up again.

Tess knew her position gave her a good view of the bulges in Alex’s underwear, and especially a view of his scrotum through a gap in the leg hole.  Yes, she knew it was called that.  She’d been studying.  She could tell the outline of his dick head where it lay, too.  She knew it was called a glans, but that was even weirder than scrotum, so she wasn’t going to call it that.  She couldn’t keep rubbing the aloe in forever, but she didn’t want to stop. 

Alex didn’t necessarily want her to stop, either, so he wasn’t telling her to.  Thing was, he could tell, even through the heat, that it felt too good.  His dick was swelling.  This was giving him a hard-on.  How?  His leg was still on fire, but he was getting turned-on?  If he had been hesitant before to let Tess see him in his underwear, this was ten times more embarrassing.

And she could tell.  She could see it.

“Um, that’s probably…” he started.

“Enough?  Yeah,” she finished.  She pulled her hand away gently, trying not to remove any of the gel.  She had to remind herself to bring her other hand away, too, regretfully.

Alex breathed a silent sigh of relief.  True, he never wanted her to stop, but he didn’t know what he would do if she kept it up.

Tess looked at her hand still treated with aloe.  “Now what do I…?”  What to do with it?  Wipe it off?  Yes.  With a devilish glint in her eye, she made to swipe at Alex’s face.  He backed off, breaking into a smile.  They moved into one of their games.  Tess feinted to her right with the sticky hand, then grabbed his arm with her left.  He grabbed her right wrist and held her steady.  Each with both arms outstretched, they were back to a stalemate, and they were close.  Alex was much stronger, and Tess the tomboy was wiry and quick, but he didn’t break their hold, nor did she try any fast moves.

She couldn’t look in his eyes, that might be too weird.  Secretly, she loved his brown eyes, and his blonde hair.  He’d just got it cut, not too long ago, and it looked nice, almost feathered growing back in.  She wanted to look down at his dick again, at his hard-on in his undies, but didn’t want to be so obvious, didn’t want to get caught at it.  She looked at the horizontal stripes on his t-shirt, instead — thick blue and orange racing stripes zig-zagging like lightning across his chest, ending under short-sleeves.  No logo or character, probably something from Wards or Penney’s, but the colors were good on him.  His chest had gotten wider this year, too.  He was almost twelve, and then she would be, too.  He was growing up, but the puberty fairy hadn’t visited her, yet.  Still flat as a board, would he even look at her?

She was straining against his arms, making him use his muscles in the game, bend the elbow, straighten the arm, dip a shoulder…  Yes, she liked looking at his arms, too.  She wanted to touch him.  “I give.”  She let her arms go slack.  Now he just held her wrists, but loosened his grip, too, and let her go, but was still wary — she never gave up.

Immediately she swiped her aloe hand at his shirt, smearing it on the section below the stripes.  She missed touching his chest, but it was fun, anyway.  He gave in, and she continued to actually wipe her hand off with his shirt.  “There.  That’s all for you.”

“Thanks.  Now I have to change my shirt.”  Alex scooted forward and stood up, heading over to his desk chair.  He adjusted his briefs, hoping Tess hadn’t noticed what was happening inside.

“You were going to, anyway.  You got coffee stains on that one,” she said to his back, though her eyes were on his butt, now.  Having worn those briefs for the day, they were hanging a little loose, as she’d noted before.

“Wasn’t going to have to, not like we were going anyplace special, just back out riding.”  He picked up his crumpled jeans from the chair and hung them over its back to dry out the leg.

“Could go to the mall,” she tried.  Now that the idea was out there, she wanted him to take off his shirt.  She almost suggested ‘or the park,’ but he wouldn’t need a clean shirt for the park.  That he was now comfortable being in front of her in his underwear was making things churn inside her.  “See if anyone’s around.”

He didn’t want to turn around, yet.  His dick was still hard.  “Hey, do I do anything more with this goop, you think?  Like, if I put on my shorts, I don’t want to smear it off…”

“You got a big Band-Aid?” she joked.  “Or, maybe, like…”

He got the idea.  “Yeah.  We got some, whatyacallit, gauze stuff in the cabinet.  I’ll be right back.”  Alex took off out the doorway and disappeared into the house, rather quickly.

Tess was glad he went and not her; he might have dressed if she’d gone.  She had a moment to look around.  Nothing new.  She’d been in this room time and again over the years — her, Alex, Suzie, Joey, all playing.  Alex’s house was kind of a base for them, in the middle of all their houses.  They didn’t all hang over here too much now with his mom being sick, but Tess knew the room well.  It smelled a little different, maybe.  The window was open as it was a nice day, but the room smelled like boy.  Not the boy smell of playing rough all day in the grass and sweating, like when your mom tells you ‘You smell like outside! Go take a bath!’  But like Alex’s skin.  Like Alex.  His bed was yet unmade.  It was on the Star Wars sheets, on the pillow.  She picked up the pillow and put it to her face.  Yes, that Alex.

He came back into the room and she quickly put the pillow back, hoping he hadn’t seen her with it.  Maybe he’d just think she was ‘up to something’ like a prank, but he didn’t ask.  He sat next to her on the bed, opening the box and pulling out the roll of two-inch gauze.  She took the gauze from him as if it were still her job to help him.  He could have wrapped his leg in the bathroom and then come back, but he didn’t — he returned to do it here, so it was her job.

“Wait,” he cautioned.  “If we’re going to wrap this up, let’s put on some more aloe, to be sure.”  He reached over for the tube, but again, she took that from him, too.

She flipped the cap and shot the gel onto his thigh directly, then began spreading it out, again, not rubbing it in too much because they wanted a good layer under the wrap.  Her touching him had the same effect as before, she noted.  His hard-on wasn’t evident when he returned, but it was there, now.  She had no reason to spread the gel anywhere other than his burn, so did not let her fingers travel, or try to tickle him, but she was silently pleased to see him growing again while she did so.  It was fascinating.

“Alright,” she said, picking up the hem of his shirt and cleaning her hands, again, this time able to see his waistband and his stomach.  No.  His abs.  He didn’t have those last summer…  They weren’t deep or ‘cut,’ but it was no soft belly.

Alex pulled a foot-long section of the gauze and held it across his thigh.  Tess took the roll and wound it under his leg and back over, and they started a bandage.

“Not too tight — I just want it covered, not to cut off my circulation,” Alex warned.

They finished the binding and, not having any surgical tape, just cut the gauze with scissors from his desk and tied off the end.  “How’s that feel?” she asked.

Alex stood, tried walking with it.  “Pretty good.  The bandage, I mean.  I can still feel the burn.”

“Probably gonna hurt for a couple-few days, yet.  Take some aspirins.”

“Yeah.”  Alex looked around.  What was he supposed to do now?  Right, his shirt.  Here he was only in his underwear and t-shirt and about to change.  Should he ask her to leave or turn around?  What would be the point at this point?  This was Tess, his friend, not some weirdo.  He went to his closet, looking for what to change into, pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it into the hamper.

His back was to her.  It was a nice back, she decided, but she had to get him to turn around.  It was May; next month they’d be back at the pool and she’d see him without his shirt every day, but she hadn’t seen him like this since… “Hey.”

He turned.  “Hm?  What?”  She didn’t answer, so he turned completely and asked again.  “What?”

She didn’t have an answer.  She just stared at him.  His widening chest.  His pecs, or the thickening line of muscle that would become nice pecs one day soon, like his stomach.  His arms, his shoulders, his biceps.  And lower.  All the parts that belong to a boy.  “You have a boner, again.”  It just came out.  She didn’t know why she said it.  She just said it.  Defense?  Guilt?  Stupidity?

Alex dropped his head in embarrassment and covered his groin with his hands.  “No, I don’t.”  He turned around toward the closet.

“Yeah, you do.  It’s big.”  Why was she continuing with this?  Did she think he’d offer to show it to her if she kept this up?

“Stop making fun of me.”  Being called out on something like this only made him… upset? embarrassed?  One day, he’d like having his ‘big boner’ noticed, but now, it sounded like derision, like a cartoon, like being called out and made fun of.

“I’m not.  It’s… I didn’t mean…”  She had to find some way out of this, some way around this.  She took another drink of her 7-Up.  “I don’t mean to make fun of you.  It’s nice.”  Did she really just call his boner nice? they both thought.

He turned half-way back to her.  What was she getting at?  He was standing here almost naked in front of her, wearing as much as he would at any time at the pool.  But with an erection.  An erection she just called nice.  Part of him still wanted to just get dressed and get out of this, but the other part of him… wanted to see where this could go.  Of course he’d had thoughts like this.  Usually about their friend Suzie, but about Tess, too.  And why not Tess?  Those freckles were cute…  True, she didn’t have boobs like Suzie did, but… he still wanted to…

She made a noise that was kind of like “I… um” but was neither word.  Was she going to do it?  Go for broke? 

“Can I see it?” 

He didn’t say anything back.  She was sitting very properly, very nice, very still.  Feet together, hands in her lap, still holding the gauze spool.  “I’ve… never really seen…”  She started formulating what she’d say when he yelled ‘No!’: ‘I was just kidding,’ ‘hah! you took me seriously,’ ‘why would I want to see your dick again?’  But she realized in that instant that it would just sound more like she was making fun of him.

She looked down.  “I was… just wondering…”

Alex turned fully to her.  Was he going to do it?  Her eyes slowly ran up his body: from his bare feet to his hairy calves, his knees, his bandage, his underwear with his dick inside, his abs, his chest, his face, his nice blonde hair.

Alex felt like the right thing to do was to just say ‘no’ and put an end to it.  Get dressed and that would be it.  But he didn’t want to.  He was actually a little scared, but…  No, he was a lot scared but.  He could actually feel his erection ebbing.  He could just pull down his…  No.  He didn’t want to be made fun of, again.  He wanted to know.  He could ask her ‘why?’  That would put it off, put it back on her, again.  But she kind of just told him why.  Of course she wanted to see a naked boy.  He wanted to see naked girls.  That was it.

He made himself speak.  “Take off your shirt.”

“What?”  This took Tess by surprise.  Of all the responses, that might’ve been fourteenth on her list of what she was expecting him to say.

“So I know it’s not a joke.  Take off your shirt.”  If she did this, then he would know it was a thing between him and her, not a thing where she would point and laugh, steal his underwear and run away, pull out a camera from somewhere and take a photo.

Tess swallowed.  It was back on her.  Would she?  She had to think if he’d ever seen her without a shirt before, in whatever situation, but her mind was blank.  She knew she didn’t have much to show.  Anything to show, really.  But she was a girl.  “I don’t have any boobs, you know.”

“I know,” he said.  Not encouraging, but the truth.

“Suzie has boobs,” she played for time.

“She does.  Starter boobs.”  A joke they’d shared, even Suzie.

Tess looked down at her t-shirt.  It had an advertisement for Colton Hot Dogs and Pizza on it, a local restaurant where she knew the daughter of the guy who ran it.  White shirt.  Red collar.  Red picture and lettering.  She could call it off by refusing.  They’d both breathe and just go back to normal.

“Take your shirt off and I will,” Alex pressed.  Last chance.

That pressed her button.  She put the gauze down next to her, took ahold of her collar with both hands, and then pulled the white-and-red t-shirt off over her head.  She shook her hair and put the shirt next to her on the bed.

Alex looked at her chest.  It really was still a chest, not breasts, not boobs, not tits.  Still, those were her nipples, her… areolas?  The pointy pink circles that were always hidden behind a shirt or under her blue tank suit at the pool or the river.  She never wore a bikini, so most of her skin was a new sight to him.  It was a boy’s chest, but it wasn’t.  It was her chest and she was a girl.  Those were her girl tits.  They just weren’t big.

She couldn’t speak.  She almost said ‘what do you think?’ but she couldn’t speak.  She’d taken her shirt off, she’d shown herself to Alex, a part of her body that didn’t get shown except in the girls’ locker room.  She’d taken his challenge.  Now it was back to him.

And he knew this.  As soon as her shirt hit the bed, he knew what was next, what was expected, what he’d promised.  He felt his balls tighten up, his scrotum contract into a round package with the nervousness.  But he did it.  He grabbed his briefs with both hands and pulled them out and away from his body, freeing his cock, and pulled them down.  He felt the sting of his burn patch as the waistband came back in contact with his thigh, so then pulled out again and let the white briefs fall to his feet.

Her eyes went right to his cock.  Couldn’t take her eyes off it.  She looked him up and down again quickly, she tried to look at his entirety all-at-once, but she was locked on his cock.  That was Alex’s dick.  Same as she’d seen it before, not quite an hour ago, but different.  And it was hard.  Not straight up, but pointing at her.  And it was alive.  It was moving.  It had hair, blonde but darker than the hair on his head.  Darker like his eyebrows.  It was weird but beautiful.  He was beautiful.  This time she did look at the entire picture, this naked boy standing before her.  This was what she’d wanted, she knew.

Alex saw her looking him over.  He knew he was on display.  Was it going to be quick?  Just this glimpse?  Should he pick his briefs back up now and put them back in place?  Or could he…?  He stepped out of his underwear still at his feet and kicked them away.  He took a step toward her, away from the closet, toward the bed.  He was still looking at her chest.  He wanted to touch her.

She saw him kick away his underpants.  He wasn’t putting them back on.  He was keeping them off.  He came toward her.  His dick was getting closer to her.  It was getting larger just by proximity.  She started to reach out to it.  Like him, she wanted to touch him.  She stopped herself and figured she should ask.  He probably would want her to touch him — he was coming forward, wasn’t he? — but she figured she should ask.  “Can I touch it?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathed.  He stopped near her.  He put his hand on her left shoulder.  He wasn’t trying to guide her, she was reaching out with her right, he just wanted to touch her.  He’d said she could, so he could do this, then.  It wasn’t anything special, just her shoulder.  He’d touched that a lot of times.  But now it was her bare shoulder.

She caught his shaft in her hand and her fingers automatically closed around it.  It was warm.  It was hot.  “This is so cool,” she said, not even thinking about the irony.  It was soft to the touch but hard inside the skin.  It was getting harder.  If it had lost any of itself when he was nervous, it was regaining its strength now in her hand.  There was a light ring around it partway down; she’d ask about that, later.  The head was fascinating; that’s the part that would go in her.  If… if anything would go in her, that’s the part that would go in first.  His dick was so big, and her vagina was so…  She knew it stretched, she’d played with things.  Carefully.  But how would such a thing fit into her?

His hand moved down from her shoulder.  She wouldn’t look at his eyes, she was so taken by what was in her hand, what she wanted to see, what she wanted to hold.  He grazed by her nipple, played with it between his finger and thumb.  That got her attention.  She smiled and looked up him, pushed her chest out for him.  “They’re not much…”

“But I like them.”  His hand gently, slowly roamed her chest, while the other found her side, her throat, her ear, touching her in a way he’d never touched his friend before, but had certainly thought about late at night.  Or even on a hilltop, taking a break from riding, and he’d see the sun catch her hair in a certain way, or the way she smiled when she laughed.  Yeah, he’d thought about it, just never really thought anything would happen like this.

She couldn’t let go of him, but allowed her ring and pinky fingers to lower to his hair, graze through his pubes and pull on them, tease them between them.  She finally released his shaft and held his scrotum, still pulled together in unity, like a tennis ball in her hand.  She could feel his testes inside, though, squeezed lightly to get them to move, and smiled like she’d discovered that everything she’d ever heard about boys having balls was actually true.

“Not too tight,” he cautioned.

She remembered.  If you kicked a boy in his balls, it hurt a lot.  “So, if I crunched my hand right now…”

“It would hurt, and I would probably do something mean right back, so don’t,” he advised.  She looked up at him again with a wicked grin.  He shook his head slightly.  “You know I don’t hit girls.  Don’t make me do it by accident.”

“I wouldn’t.”  She went back to his shaft and started to stroke him; it seemed a natural thing to do.  She brought her left hand up and started running it up his midsection, touching his stomach and around to his butt and down to his thighs above the bandage.

He looked down at her.  It felt so good, what she was doing, better when someone else did it.  He didn’t think about asking her to suck on him.  That was an insult to them.  ‘Hey, suck my dick!’ was something you shouted at someone to tell them off, and cause trouble.  It didn’t occur to him that it was something for pleasure or that a girl might actually want to do.  For Tess, it did occur to her, there was a temptation to get nearer to it, something inside her associated with smell and taste, but that was something so dirty, not something she should do.

Alex was loving the sensation, even though.  He wanted more.  He was standing here naked in front of this girl and she…  “You, too,” he blurted out.

“Huh?” she asked, not getting whatever he was indicating.

“Take your clothes off.”

She heard that.  She stopped stroking, but didn’t remove her hands from him.  She had to consider the implications.  Take all her clothes off?

“I’m naked.  You should be, too.”

It made some sense.  What they were doing wasn’t “show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” but here was this beautiful naked boy in her hands and, she supposed, there should be some fairness.  It was kind of… part of… her fantasy, actually.

“What if your brother comes home?” she asked, trying to come up with — not reasons why not to do this — but whatever situations would bring everything crashing down on them, get them in trouble.  His dad and mom wouldn’t be home the rest of the night if his mom was at the doctor’s, and they both knew that meant the hospital.  She wasn’t worried, too much, about his sister — she was nice, although she still wouldn’t want to be caught naked by her.  His brother was the one she was afraid of.  He could be nice, but always looked mean.  They didn’t talk a lot.  He didn’t want much to do with a couple of 6th Graders.  But he’d be the one who’d bring the hammer down if he caught them naked.

“I’ll close the door.  He won’t care.”  Which was probably true.  Whoever got home first would be more concerned about the coffee smell in the kitchen and the towels in the basement than what he and Tess were doing in his bedroom.  They were always in his bedroom.  And they’d be more concerned about his burn than why the door was closed.

Tess reluctantly let go of Alex and shifted on the bed.  She bent over and untied her soiled, three-striped, blue suede Adidas gym shoes, which now smelled like coffee.  She pulled them off and placed them side-by-side next to the bed.  Then she pulled off her tube socks, three thick red stripes around them at the top, and placed them inside her shoes.  She gripped the carpet with her toes.  She wasn’t sure she’d ever been barefoot inside Alex’s room, but she probably had.  They did everything, all the time.  She couldn’t remember.

She sat back up.  Alex was watching her, and had taken over lightly stroking his own cock.  He was so intent on seeing her body, he didn’t even know he was stroking himself.  She stood, then, and unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper the way you were supposed to, unlike how she couldn’t do that properly for him, earlier.  She held her jean waist near the pockets and pulled down, careful not to pull her panties off along with them, unlike how she had yanked Alex’s jeans and underwear down, earlier.  Once past her behind, she sat and removed the jeans leg by leg, then folded the jeans twice and placed it on the bed, putting her shirt on top of the square.

Alex watched her but didn’t ask why she was being so… organized?  She was never this way.  He knew she wasn’t trying to tease him.  If she were, she would have done something silly like dancing and gotten a laugh out of both of them.  She was taking her time, feeling a little nervous, he knew.  He’d just done the same thing.

She was down to her panties.  Based on how her socks matched her t-shirt, Alex half-expected her panties to be red and white, but no.  They were a pale blue, but with a daintily feminine white lace all along the top hem.  Who’d have expected this tomboy to have something so frilly?  Unless her mom bought them, then it was just whatever she had in her underwear drawer.

“I don’t have any hair,” she informed him, trying to reduce his expectations.

Alex nodded.  “That’s okay.”  With her not having any boobs, he wasn’t sure he was expecting her to have pubes.  Everyone was different.  She was almost twelve, but he had no one else to compare her to, outside of the adults he’d seen in Playboy, which even he knew was an unfair comparison.

She pulled down her panties while sitting.  No great show.  She got them to her knees then kicked them down and off with her feet.  Then she bent over, anyway, and picked them back up, putting them under her shirt on the pile of clothing on the bed.  She was now naked with her friend.  Boyfriend?  Probably not.  But they were best friends.

Alex couldn’t see anything.  He knew Tess was naked, but he couldn’t tell a thing about his first real life in-person pussy.  How did one ask if they can get a better look?  Like she had.  “Can I touch you?”

She nodded, then scooted back on the bed, nearer to the wall, and opened her legs.  He dropped down to his knees and leaned across the bed.  Tess’s pussy.  There might as well have been a golden light shining from it.  His eyes concentrated as he ran his fingers from bottom to top on her smooth mound, and then back down.  True, she had no pubes, but he enjoyed feeling the peach fuzz there, the kind that was all over her body, and secretly thinking, You do have hair.   He ran his finger down into her cleft and helped to split her open.  This was unlike anything he’d ever….  The insides looked so alien, yet pretty.  He wasn’t sure if her inner labia were… things… like his penis?… until he was able to assess their thickness and pliability, and found them guarding her entrance.  He’d completely missed the hood up top; the vaginal opening took all his interest because that’s what it was all about, right?  He knew she peed out of somewhere, here, too, but he didn’t want to ask questions.  The smell was different, and oddly attracting to him, but he wouldn’t have thought about licking her any more than he had of having her suck him, and she wouldn’t have prompted him to, either.

She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, but she was uncomfortable like this, being open and on display.  “Can you come up here with me?”

Alex immediately curtailed his investigation of all things vaginal and rose up.  Tess closed up shop and moved to fix herself lengthwise on the bed.  Alex joined her, then they made things awkward as the covers were all askew; rather than fix them, Alex pulled them back and they both got inside and under the covers.  It had been getting a little chilly, anyway, being naked and all. 

They shared Alex’s single pillow on his twin bed and looked at each other.  Not deep into each other’s eyes, no lovey-dovey eternal stare, but a look like they had climbed to the top of a sand dune and discovered a secret, a glint of “guess what!” in their eyes, ready to share a joke.  They weren’t about to kiss.  That just wasn’t who they were.  Maybe someday.  Sometime.  Maybe soon.

“That was pretty,” he told her.  “You have a pretty pussy.”

She boggled her eyes.  “My va-gi-na, you mean…” she sang.

“Your cunt,” he returned in a deep, sinister growl.

“Oh, Rizzo, I love it when you talk dirty!” she recited.

“Hey, I’m Kenickie…” he laughed.

Their hands found each other, again.  It was easier being under the covers, yet somehow more difficult to explore where they wanted, and they often bumped into each other, apologized, made room, opened their legs, and otherwise tried to make parts available.  She accidentally touched his bandage three times with a sting, forgetting all about it until the next time, continually apologizing.  She was just too excited playing with Alex’s nearby cock and raking her fingers through his soft pubes.

“Okay, I have to ask,” he said, his finger going in-and-out of her hole, “how does this work?”

“Well, you’ve found the place where your dick would go,” she gave him ‘the eye’ with a grin, “but the fun bit is up here.”  She reached down and guided him north to her clitoris.  She held his finger and showed him what to do, brought him back down to steal some wetness and come back up, to make circles, to take longer strokes.

“How do I know when to do what?” he asked, sifting all this new information.

“When I do it, I just know,” she said, realizing his confusion.  “I guess, just feel how I am.”

“How about,” he brainstormed, “you tell me the speed, then.  You go faster on me when you want me to speed up, and slower when you want me to take it easy.  I don’t want to rub the poor thing off.”

They got into a pattern, and the speed indicator seemed to work, or at least they didn’t correct each other.  Alex tried to vary his movements, hoping he was doing something to make her feel good, but she wasn’t complaining.  She said they should close their eyes, and she did, but he wanted to look at her, to try to gauge how she was feeling — her “just feel how I am” sounding very important to him.

It got very warm.  They shoved the covers down to their knees.

Even though she was constantly stroking him, and it felt great, he wasn’t putting much effort into trying to get off, himself, with all of his concentration on her.  Suddenly, she was starting to buck, fall off rhythm.  He saw her face start to contort, and she made whimpering sounds like she was having a nightmare.  Afraid he was hurting her, he stopped and was going to ask if she was okay, what he’d done wrong, when she grabbed his dick hard and told him through her teeth, “Don’t stop!”

Now he understood.  She was about to cum.  Now he recognized the thrashing, the twisting, her feet on his legs.  This was exciting — watching her got his blood moving, again.  He kept up his current circling of her button, though he wasn’t sure of the speed.  He just knew he shouldn’t stop.  As she started to shake, she spoke his name.  “Alex…”  That made him harder than he had been the entire session.  As she tugged on him and her body rose, she called his name again, “Oh, god… Alex!”  Watching her spasm got his head back in the game and he started to lose it.  Sparks went off in his head and his hips started bucking just as hers were calming down.  He let go of her down below and just grabbed her around the waist and chest, pulling her tight to him and blew his load all over her hand, stomach, and hip.  He didn’t let go.  She probably couldn’t breathe, but he couldn’t let go.  He shot about seven times, he thought, and he was sorry he made a mess on her, that hadn’t been the plan, but he couldn’t let go.

“That… was awesome!” Tess pronounced to the walls.  Finally, they were able to breathe, Alex allowing some freedom.  “That was… so much… I wish you could know what it felt like inside me…”

“I have some idea,” Alex’s smile told her.  He could feel her ankle still shaking against him like little aftershocks.  He rolled onto his back and almost fell off the edge of the bed, but they both shifted and made room.  Alex found he was now laying on the roll of gauze and flipped that onto the floor.  It landed on the towel of melted ice.

She brought her hand up from below, carrying more than a fingerful of his semen.  “So this is sperm, huh?”  She held her hand up to the light coming from the window, which wasn’t as bright as it had been back when they were abusing the coffee pot, and looked at its consistency.  She brought it to her nose, but avoided trying to taste it.  The smell was new, but familiar.  Boy.  It was part of the smell of being a boy.

“Yeah.”  He hadn’t known what to do about cumming all over her, how to address it, but it sounded like she wasn’t upset.

“That was cool when you, like, shot me with it.”  She wiped her finger on his chest.  “Next time I want to see it happen.”

“Sorry.  I’ll clean you up.”  He liked the part about a next time, though.  He was going to get that wet towel when she stopped him.

“Wait.”  She turned him to look at her.  He propped himself back up on his elbow, curious.  She grabbed his face and brought it to her.  If he didn’t kiss her now, he might never do it, and now was her best chance to make him understand that.  She kissed him.  He thought it might happen, he wanted it to happen when they were holding each other, but didn’t know if he should, so when her lips met his, he kissed back.  It was a first kiss.  It wasn’t wonderful, but it was theirs.  Alex tried again, and this time was better, not all closed lips.  The third time was the best, but then they felt they needed to pull away.

Tess had a worried look on her face, but Alex smiled.  “That was fun!”

“The kiss?” she asked.

“All of it.  But, yeah.”

“Yeah, it was great…” she agreed.  “But don’t tell anyone.”

“Why?  Do you think Suzie or Joey would want to play, too?”

“No, not Suzie,” she answered too quickly.  “I mean, no, don’t tell Suzie, or Joey, or my sister, or your sister.  This is,” she put her hands on his chest, “just for me and you.  Just us.”

Her point made, she rolled over him, hitting his burn again, and got out of the bed.  She cleaned off her abdomen with the wet towel, finished her 7-Up, and they started to get dressed.  Alex found a loose pair of gym shorts so as not to contact his bandage too much, and a clean t-shirt, like he was supposed to a while ago.

“No one came home, yet, did they?” she asked, tying her shoes and taking a last look at Alex’s dick as he pulled up his underwear.

“I didn’t hear anyone,” he said.

“And you never did shut the door, anyway, so we should have heard them.”  She stood up.  “Do you want to go anywhere, still?”

“No, I should probably take a couple aspirin.”  He felt his bandage to check if it had loosened any.  “But do you want me to walk you home?”

“I’ve got my bike here.  I’ll be okay,” she snickered, and went through into the kitchen.  “My house is only a block away.  I’ve gotten home just fine for, like, a couple million times, you know.  Don’t get all weird on me just because you kissed me.”

“Oh, I kissed you, eh?” he smiled.

“Yeah, you did.”  She looked him in the eye and kissed him, again.  The fourth time was the best, now.  “See ya.”  She grabbed her cap off the kitchen table and headed out the back door.

Alex watched her navigate opening the back gate on her bike and shutting it again, then pedaling off.

He always thought Suzie would wind up being his first real girlfriend.  But it turned out that he was Tess’s first real boyfriend.

And that was okay.

The End

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