| Waking
Posted: 11/2/2009 5:20:28 PM | Consciousness returns, as once again you begin a new day from the warmth of your bed. Morning always seems so fresh, so full of promise; another in a long series of new beginnings full of hope and anticipation.
Yet as it was with so many other mornings, you feel that pleasant urge emanating from your groin. So compelling it is! Almost involuntarily you turn back the calendar almost half a century, to the grassy back yard in suburbia. For that too signaled a beginning of sorts. Exhausted from a vigorous foot chase during an impromptu game of hide-and-seek, you had collapsed on you back to regain your stamina and purge the fatigue from your body.
You find yourself amazed that the memory is still so vivid, as though it had become deeply engraved in your mind, which of course, it had. You have no hesitation in recalling her name, Vicky Schonwetter, or her striking defined eyebrows and dark hair framing a face that only hours before had it's compelling attractiveness hidden from you somehow, even though it had always been there in plain sight.
Almost casually she approached you as you lay on your back in the grass trying to catch your breath; then she sat on you. She was as innocent as you were, both your ages still numbering in the single digits. As she straddled you, she peered into your eyes with those razor sharp dark eyes housed by those dark, full eyebrows.
"You are tired too, the grass is wet, can I sit on you?"
The weight of her body on your tummy was triggering a stirring of a sensation that was foreign to you. It was beyond pleasant, it was assuming control of not only your thoughts, but your whole being. It was almost irritating that you had to answer her, as you only wanted to savor the moment, yet at the same time you realize that prolonging that moment may be even more important.
" I don't mind...are you comfortable?"
A wave of warm sensations seemed to wash over your whole body before you can identify it's origin. But then you realize, this is something very new, very exciting, and very powerful. Mom had always warned you about touching your penis, and leaving you with the impression that that curious appendage between your legs had the potential for evil and danger. And now suddenly it had taken on a life of it's own, not unlike the mummy coming to life after centuries in the crypt.
The initial fear you felt quickly turned into awe, as pleasure and fulfillment seemed to overtake everything else that you were feeling. Amazingly, the curious appendage had grown rigid. The lessons learned regarding it's potential for some sort of vague yet sinister evil remained, and had to be overcome for your hand to wander down, unnoticed, to explore this new development. Amazement seems a shallow word to describe the wonder you felt as you realized it had taken on the consistency of wood, as if what had been malleable floppy flesh only minutes before, was now a bone. But unlike all your other bones, this one was alive with the need to be touched, manipulated, and squeezed, or somehow engaged in physical contact.
Vicky had made herself quite comfortable straddling your tummy, yet for some reason, she lifted herself off of you and slid back across your body. Ecstasy, nirvana and bliss raced though you as her weight settled down over that curious, now rigid appendage.
"What's that?" She asked with all the unguarded innocence of a girl her age.
Panic was immediate. Although you did not understand it, you are overcome by guilt and a fear of being discovered. Being physically larger than her, you have little trouble dislodging her body from on top your own.
"Let's go play some more" You respond, leaving her question unanswered.
How could you answer even if you wanted to? You realize that overwhelmingly pleasant sensation was fading fast, as Vicky ran off to rejoin her friends. But you linger there on the damp grass, for something has taken place that for all it's mystery and unfamiliarity, on some level, you knew that life would never be quite the same. | |
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