The Persistence of Memory
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 10
Please be aware that Readers who find an extended mention of girls upsetting, might prefer to miss out this chapter.
Rosie's best friend at her school lives in Truro, prettily name Harriet, or Harry for short. She's in the same class as her in Year 9……thirteen to fourteen year-olds girls and boys. Rosie was drawn to her because she's fun to be with. Lively you might say, in every way. Not that she's that attractive to the boys; there are prettier girls they would choose before her for sure. From her point of view there were better looking boys she would have had, if they were available. But those boys were otherwise engaged. But there was Brian. Brian made it very clear that he liked the diminuative Rosie, managing to stumble across her at some point during morning break and the lunch hour. There's a problem with Brian, she thought. He's nothing like as mature as some of the boys she had in mind. Brian is maybe a couple of inches taller than she is, he wears specs which isn't his fault, he has a cute freckled face, light brown hair parted down the middle, veering towards the ginger, and a nice smile. But he's a bit of a baby really. But he wants to go out with her. Has he ever been out with a girl? No he hasn't. Would he know what to do when it came to it? Rosie has serious doubts about that, but on the other hand, he's definitely a boy, not that she's seen any actual evidence of that. Not yet, any more than Brian has ever seen or felt the inner workings of a girl. But he knows he wants one. He's examined photos of girls in his mother's catalogues she leaves lying around. Clothes for women, men too, and teenaged girls and boys; and younger kinders. Teenaged girls modelling in pretty knickers and flimsy tops and bras with nothing inside. Girls with hardly anything 'up top' as the boys call them. Some with more. There was a page with boys of various ages, all in their pants, smiling at the camera. One looked just like him. You wouldn't know he was a boy when you look closely at the front of his pants. Hardly anything there at all. Just a tiny little bump, like his, when he looks himself in the bathroom mirror, fiddling with it to make it just a tad bigger. He's overheard the older boys talking about their girlfriends, and what they do together, so he knows what to do when his chance comes. Or he thinks he does. And it's going to come soon for Brian. One bright morning in the playground during morning break, he plucks up sufficient courage to pop the big question……
'Will you go out with me Rosie?' Brian says in his prepubescent treble voice. Rosie looks back at him doubtfully.
'Why?'
'I could show you where I live.'
'Why would I care where you live?'
'Dunno. You might.'
'Well I don't. Funnily enough.' Replies Rosie, tartly, her eye on another boy in tight trousers with his hands in his pockets. She could see the thick seams of his underpants showing through the grey worsted material. Sexy, she thinks. Very few boys are aware of the existence of a visible panty line, other that on girls in their trim white shorts. But boys?
'Please will you? I like you. Please go out with me. Just once?'
Rosie looks back at Brian with the pleading eyes and cute freckled face. He's a boy. He'll have a penis……and those other things boys have that Harriet talks about. You can put them in your mouth and tickle them. Her boyfriend loves it when she does that, and the other things he tells her he would like her to do. But Harriet's not daft. By fourteen, some boys are more than capable of putting a baby inside you.
'What's it like then?'
'Pretty horrible. All slimy and it smells too. Like something in the chemistry lab. Don't get it in your mouth.'
'How can you stop it then?'
'You'll know when it's coming. Keep rubbing him but make sure it's not still in your mouth. If you're too late, spit the whole lot out. If he's started, don't stop. Keep going until he's finished. He'll hate you if you stop once his feeling has started.'
'How much is there?' Rosie asks, feeling a little wriggle deep inside her vagina.
'Depends. If he did it that morning, probably not much. A bit of watery stuff. If it's a while since, it could be quite a lot. It feels all warm and sticky. It's pretty disgusting if you think about it. Best not to.'
'Do you let him put it in you……ever?'
'Sometimes, but not for long. Then you need to sort him out or he'll get pissed off with you. It's a way of keeping him. Tell him you will, when the times right. That'll keep him with you. Then you can dump him. Boys are stupid. Thick idiots most of them. Are you going to go out with Brian?'
'I might.'
'He's cute isn't he? You won't have any trouble with him . There's no way he could ever do it. Compared to my boyfriend. He saw him in the showers after PE. Why don't you? He'd be a nice start. You could go all the way with him with no danger. It would be good for him too. Boost his confidence and all that. But don't tell anyone. He mustn't either. Your little secret.'
'He's asked me already.'
'Well go on then.
'I'm going to his house after school. His parents both work so they'll be out of the house.'
'Well there you are then! Perfect.'
'What should I say when we get there?'
'Carpe dium Rosie. Ask him if you can see his bedroom. That should get the ball rolling. Then when you're up there, stand in front of him and kiss him. Ask him first. It might frighten him if you're too quick with him. If he says yes, go for it, but really gently. Just see how he reacts. If that goes well, put your arms around his back, and slowly lower them so you get you're your hands around his bum. Boys love their bottoms being felt. If he's getting turned on to you, he'll do the same for you. Each thing you do, he will copy and do it for you too. Move his hands up to your top. If that works, ask him if he wants you to undress him. If he says yes, do it slowly, together, but stop when you both get down to your pants. Feel him there if he wants you to. He should have a stiff cock by this time, otherwise forget it. If he's a limp lettuce, suggest he makes a cup of tea for you. Tell him he's a lovely boy and that you like him, but he's a bit too young for you. Perhaps later when he's older. Be nice to Brian won't you? He's lovely, but he's still a little boy.'
Rosie knows all about little boys, or to be more accurate, one little boy, and what they can and can't do. She'd had to see to him over the years, him standing naked in front of her naked body, looking.
Harriet's boyfriend, David, stood next to Brian in the showers after Games. Glancing sideways whilst rinsing his hair, he saw Brian looking at him. Not at his face, or his feet. Brian is the complete opposite of David being small and lacking anything that resembled a hair in a certain place. David smiles as Brian quickly looks away, embarrassed that he was obviously taking an interest in David's private parts.
'You can touch it if you want?'
Brian isn't convinced that he wants to.
'Go on then. Don't be shy Tigger.' David's nickname for the small bouncy character that Brian is.
So Brian does touch it. It feels firm when he grips the thing with its big rounded head. Then he lets it go and looks up at David.
'There. Didn't bite you did it?' He says, finishing off the rinsing process and stepping back away from the cascading water to find his towel.
David didn't know at the time that in five years, to the day, and almost to the moment, he would be in bed and underneath a man ten years older than he, having just received all that person could provide him with, at first quite painfully due to his complete lack of experience, but as their session progressed, with joyful fulfilment. He found himself falling in love with Terry, his young personal tutor at the Teacher Training College. Neither did Brian know that during the same week he would be making love too, but not to a man, whilst remembering the sweet girl who had agreed to let him try sex for himself for the very first time, with her as his willing accomplice. A girl called Rosie.
Brian had asked his mother if she might put him in new underwear as his old stuff didn't match what most of the other boys were wearing. Anxious that her son was not seen as the odd one out, and get teased for it, she readily agreed. They came from one of the catalogues Brian had pored over.
'Are you sure darling?'
Brian nods.
'Like those ones please.' He says, pointing a finger at the pretty boy with the cute smile modelling the clothes.
They arrived by post, the new things, and when he tried one pair on, his penis began to swell due to the sheer sexiness of the situation. He imagined that girl he was always looking at, Rosie Mole, would agree to undress him and like what he saw now; something extra stiff but more than half the length of his six-inch ruler, and the way it stuck up like it does, in a lovely gentle curve.
Brian and Rosie raced up to his bedroom, giggling, the two of them. When Rosie popped the big question, 'May I kiss you?', Brian nods. Licking his lips and wide-eyed, he prepares himself for the slobbery onslaught. Their heads slowly approach, and when their lips touch, it's a gentle contact at first. Brian's lips felt cool, unlike hers which felt decidedly warm. They separate for a moment for an instant evaluation, and then came back together, a little harder this time. Now it's hands behind heads, and the contact is harder still, and longer, their heads at the different angles to allow free movement of mouths. Brian's head begins to spin. He's liking this.
'Do you French kiss Brian?' asks Rosie, her hands on the boy's shoulders.
'What's that?' He says, licking his lips again.
He soon found out what it's like to feel his tongue against hers. It was an exceptionally good feeling. Now there was a question in his head he desperately wanted to ask Rosie, but didn't. He didn't have to.
'When will your parents be back Brian?'
'Not for ages.' As they prepared to kiss again.
They do, just like the last time. That's good too, but has it affected him, elsewhere? It has. She pulls the boys towards once more, about to enjoy the feel of Brian's mouth on hers, and try a tongue inside, just to test the water.
She felt another tongue on hers, just the tip, before it ran for cover. But, as she pulled her little lover towards her, she felt it. There was no mistaking it, as it prodded her just below where her legs met, that burning apex of a girl's arousal. She's had a series of 'twirls', as she called those instant sexual feelings she got just before she made the decision to bring herself to another orgasm. She just had another one as Brian's little stiff pecker prodded her. She pulled him hard against her again. No doubting it. It's his cock. At last, a boy's cock. No matter it belongs to little Brian. Any port in a storm. Even Brian.
'It's quite hot in here. Shall we take our tops off?' Says Rosie, pink faced now.
'Ok.' Agrees Brian, also pink faced, his heart beating faster now.
'Shall I do it for you and then you can do it for me?'
By the time Brian is standing in just his grey school shorts, the kind her brother wore, and his short grey socks, Rosie can feel something in her tummy, right down deep inside her. She looked at those shorts earlier and almost had second thoughts about all this caper, especially when she could feel through them to what was underneath. Good grief! What on earth is he wearing? But now it's Brian's turn. When her plain pink tee came off, that left something else to terrify Brian.
'How does it undo?' He asks, fumbling incompetently. He never had to do this before. Oh, by the way, what was nicely up, is now down. The phoenix reduced to ashes.
She did it for him, at least enough so that it was easy to finish the job. So there she is Brian. A bare girl's chest, and just for you. Brian looks at the neat round circles that stood out, like they sat up on little mounds of flesh with a large brown bump in the middle.
'You can touch them.' The girl says, as she puts out a hand and touches Brian's nipples. 'Do mine like I'm doing yours.'
Brian is open mouthed as he duly follows orders. What he's touching becomes larger and harder, as his become hard too; like tiny slippery points of dark pink flesh. And so sensitive too. Rosie begins to breathe a little faster. The feeling in her tummy has just got a little stronger.
When they kiss again, it's for even longer than the last time, and their bodies are closer now, their middle touching. Both of Rosie's hands can feel Brian's bottom, and through his neat little shorts, the new pants he's wearing for this special occasion. And there's something else she can feel, but not with her hands. It's come up again. So what's the next very obvious move Rosie?
Well we've got this far?
She's not going to give Brian a choice. If he doesn't want it, he'll have to stop her. Rosie knows how boys' short trousers undo, or should do.
So Rosie starts to work out how Brian's trousers undo. If they're like her brother's Garth got for him, there are two small clips to undo.
Got it! And now just the zip fastener to gently lower, and then we'll the see what I've been feeling for the last couple of minutes.
So done comes the fastener as the front of Brian's trousers open up and reveal exactly what Rosie thought was pressing into her skirt. Oh well done Brian! I had my doubts but I don't doubt you now. No, not now.
Brian hasn't got a clue when it comes to girls' clothing, apart from one or two things that he spent hours at night thinking about. It was those girls he looks at in mum's catalogues. Girls standing in their knickers. He looked at them for ages, fiddling, and then finally getting there. Then he had to put them back where he found them, exactly, so she wouldn't know. She did know. He'd squashed the pages down so it would stay flat, and when mum picked up the mag to read it again, it fell open at that page. The big full-page advert with the girls in it. So he's started has he? It looks suspiciously like he has. She asked her husband if that was too young for a boy to start masturbating. He said he didn't know.
Rosie worked her school skirt around her hips so she could see the buttons that released the short plaid garment, and undid them so the whole thing fell to the floor around her ankles. Brian looks down as he stands in his pants, his hard kinderkock pressing the horrid patterned material forward, the head almost up to the waistband of the brief but ugly garment. With his middle finger only, he touches it lightly. He knows exactly which part to touch, the seat of his pleasure.
Rosie gently pulls Brian towards her by the hips so the two bodies meet in the middle. They are perfectly placed because the girl is a little taller than the boy so the tip of his kinderkock rests perfectly between the two folds of flesh she has between her legs, only separated from direct contact by two thin layers of cotton, hers by now, two subtly different shades of pink.
Brian's heart is thumping away now, as is Rosie's.
The two kinders look at each other knowing that the next step will define what happens in the next half hour, or perhaps even longer. At least Rosie knows, but Brian is not sure.
A week ago Rosie was holding Duncan in her hand, and now she's holding Brian in exactly the same way. He's a bit different to Duncan, but good all the same. His skin doesn't move like Duncan's did, so smoothly, all the way back. A penis needs to be hard before you can have sex with the boy. It's hard alright.
'Do want to lie down?' She asks the boy, still enclosing Brian's penis in her hand. The boy nods.
The girl lies on her back as the boy climbs onto the bed, kneeling between her open legs. He looks between the girl's thighs and sees something he's never seen before.
'What's that thing?' He asks, pointing.
Rosie ignored the boy's question. What would he know about a girl's intimate parts anyway? One day not so long ago, she and her best girlfriend had compared their bodies and were different, hers being much larger as it protruded between the two mounds of flesh, right at the top, and grew even larger when she played with it between two fingers. Hard even, like a boy's thing but much smaller.
Lying on top of the girl now, her hands inside the back of the boy's pants gripping the underneath of his buttocks, he begins five minutes of frantic rubbing, his kinderstiffness working its merry way up and down against Rosie's unusually prominent and by now, acutely sensitive seat of her daily orgasms she gives herself, his hands over her shoulders for greater purchase, his breath coming loudly, the bed beginning an annoying and distracting squeaking noise. Maybe the bolts hadn't been tightened enough when his father put the thing together? The headboard too, as it knocked against the wall, each bang exactly as he thrust against her. What if someone heard?
She pushed him off her, the boy rolling off and onto his back, his breathing loud, half from his efforts to make himself come and half from the frustration he felt. He thought he hadn't that far to go before he'd wet her pants at the front like he did his own. They were already wet, not that he was aware, but it had nothing to do with any bodily function of his. It must have come from her? But how?
She worked her tongue over his nipples, tiny hard domes of sensitivity. Then around his neck, her tongue running over the soft warm skin. Then down his tummy, pushing the point of the deep pink muscle into the recess of his navel. The boy strokes her back as the image of a mouth over his kindercock invade his mind. Is that what she had in mind for him? He heard stories of girls doing that for boys.
Pulling him towards her just enough, whilst adjusting her own position relative to his, she gently raises the waistband of his pants so that she might lift the elastic up and over his penis, and see it for the first time. Would it be like her brother's when she got him hard?
It was, just like his, bar a tighter foreskin. She held it between three fingers and her thumb, easing the skin down to reveal the widening deep red opening he peed out of. Squeezing the head gently, the tiny hole opened up more, looking wet inside. She let it go again, and gently squeezed it again, and let it go once more. A tiny bead of clear liquid emerged. She touched it with the tip of one finger and extruded a fine line of the stuff, perfectly clear. His hands under his head, the boy was looking too. Queer indeed. Or not so.
She lowered her head, holding the boy's cock in her hand so that her mouth could enclose the still bone hard length of hot flesh. The boy looking down, she opened the tiny red hole again and touched it with her tongue to remove the tiny clear bead and see if it tasted of anything. It didn't as far as she could tell. Perhaps just the merest hint of sweetness? She enclosed the whole thing in her mouth. How warm it felt as the head touched the roof of her mouth. Nice too, for both of them. She forced her hand between his legs as he complied by giving her the room to do it, like he did it. Touching him there . She could feel it. Kinder curiosity. All kids do it. Then she put a finger just inside. Rosie had wet her finger first, using the saliva she had put all over the boy's penis. She pushed harder and it slid inside, just, her hand consequently forcing his testicles up higher inside the stretched skinny pouch, the patter of tiny veins, deep red and distinctly visible. She knew what to do alright. She's had someone to practice on. She pushed a little harder, so her finger went in further……and then pulled it half way out like her brother told her to. He liked that, as she worked her mouth and tongue all around his kinderkock, from tip to toe, as it were. Round and round the Garden of Eden, up and down the apple tree, until the boy felt light headed; euphoric; as the sheer pleasure of it all grew ever more intense. He knew he would come, eventually. His feeling. Another glorious kindercum, with kindercum too. All from deep inside him, where her finger was. That's where it would start from. Deep inside him, and then work its way out from the very tip of his boyishness. The skin had retracted properly so Rosie could feel the complicated form with her tongue just as the good Lord had generously provided. She saw his tummy sink down, and then up again. She kept going. She couldn't get her finger any further inside him. His breathing, that was telling her to keep going, grew louder. Faster now. Go faster!
She wondered if she would have anything to taste. Robbie's did, slightly salty, and bitter too, yet oddly sweet at the same time.
And then quite suddenly Brian produced two or three squirts into Rosie's mouth, like Robbie's did. Wet and warm and with no warning, just a deep breath from the boy as he produced his kinderstuff, like all good boys should.
Rosie kept going wanting more, but no more was forthcoming. That was it. She kept going for another minute thinking how well she's done for little Brian. He had done well too, and in a state of mild shock when he thought about what had happened in the last twenty minutes. Both kinders were basking in a golden light now, a glowing warmth as they lay together.
Brian, such a sweet boy, looks at his friend as she looks back at him. Rosie had done her part, and some of her curiosity concerning Brian, satisfied. His sex had relaxed now, as it lay sideways on his thigh, asleep. Small now. So pale and smooth. She took it back in her mouth, tickling with the tip of her tongue, the underside which made him giggle, just as her brother had told her to do. She went on playing with it for a minute or so more as it slowly began to swell again.
'Don't you want to play with mine then?' She asks the boy.
'How? What's that thing again?'
He's referring to her kinderklitten of course, the nubby thing between the folds that some boys, a few, like to caress with their tongues. She never asked Robbie to do a thing like that. She never would. Not that he want to. He wouldn't.
The boy touches the front of her kinderknicks, square between her legs.
'Why is it wet there? Have you pee'd a bit?'
Poor old Brian, the innocent. What he knows about sex you could write on the back of a postage stamp. He knows a bit more now.
Rosie hadn't peed herself. It was something that girls did when they became heavily aroused, and had been for a while. Then it comes like that. Nothing that Brian wouldn't know about.
Harriet Stone taught Rosie all about it. Her boyfriend is sixteen, going on seventeen, and expected much from her……..and got it.
Rosie often went back to Harriet's house in Truro after school ended at ten past three each weekday afternoon. Sex was high on the agenda for the two thirteen-year-old girls, and Harriet knew a lot more about it than Rosie did.
'You've got a brother haven't you? He won't mind will he? Practice on him.' She suggested, something that she had already thought of.
The other thing was how best to masturbate. Harriet had views on this topic too, and showed Rosie her own particular technique as both girls slipped off their skirts to reveal the regulation navy knickers, nothing like as attractive as the ones they wore at weekends, or the ones Harriet reserved for her boyfriend's attention. Lying on Harriet's single bed, the two girls compared notes, their hands at first, outside their pants. As matters progressed, knickers were lowered, legs were parted, and hands were removed from the owner's body to the other body. Harriet had breasts forming, still just ultra-sensitive mounds topped by swelling nipples that hardened at Rosie's fondling. Rosie was behind Harriet in the puberty race, so her chest was not much more than flat, but still reacted to Harriet's tongue as it worked its magic on the reddening kinderteats.
'Are you wet yet Rosie?' Asks Harriet, as she works her fingers around her own kinderklit.
'Yes.' The girl answers, her breathing faster now.
'Shit. You're not going to come yet are you? Wait for me.'
'No. Can I do you?'
'Yes. Both hands.'
The girls are facing each other, their mouths usefully employed on chests, on hardened teats, on bare skin, on necks, and latterly, on mouths too. Rosie had never had such an invasion of her vaginal cavity, apart from her own fingers in there, up to the hilt.
Harriet came first, noisily, and then after a few seconds of recovery, turned her full attention to her friend. Close to the point of orgasm, Rosie thrust her hips upwards, her legs straightened, her toes curled up, her vibrating vagina now hard into Harriet's face, she came….and then sank back onto the bed breathing hard.
'I told you it was good that way didn't I?' Harriet says, two fingers still resident inside her friend.
It was a good job they were alone in the house and could express themselves in the way they did. However the party walls of the terraced houses are thin and sound travels easily. Their neighbour was in conversation with Harriet's mother the next morning.
'Did Harriet have friends round yesterday afternoon Sandra? There was an awful lot of noise coming from your daughter's bedroom.'
Oops!
Sex between boys, when they've reached a certain age and can produce a tangible volume of kinderkum, is messy, as is sex between a boy and a girl both producing their own personal fluids, and surprisingly messy between girls too, so a lesbian friend told me. But good sex is always going to be a messy business which makes it, in my view, such good fun, and leaving you wanting more. A lot more.
Rosie went to bed that night still on something of a high. She'd had an introduction to oral sex, admittedly with her girlfriend and not a boy, but with the aid of her thumb, Harriet had explained exactly how to best please a boy of any age, or a man. I don't think any further details of that are needed here. Let's just say that Rosie ought now to be able to give Duncan a good time should he agree. But knowing Duncan as we do by now, he won't be interested. He's far more interested in Robbie, thank goodness. And who is coming to stay for a couple of nights this weekend, with a view to possibly extending that to a more permanent arrangement?
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