Date: Tue, 07 Sep 1999 19:03:17 CDT
From: Chris Warner <larkin47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Linda

Linda
By Christine Larkin

Five O'clock. I feel awful. My homework's not done, I have to babysit
tonight, which means I'll get little work done until I'm back home. But I
just feel awful about myself. The gloomy weather doesn't help. I feel like
my body is out of control. It's growing in way's I'm not used to. I've got
acne, which makes me feel ugly. I've got a crush on a boy at school, and he
won't look at me. I feel miserable.

To add to my despair, I had to listen to my best friend, Linda, talk about
sex. She seemed to know so much and I knew nothing. Linda mentioned how her
boyfriend Robert had felt her up one day after school. She said it made her
so hot that when she went to bed that night, she rubbed herself between her
legs. I didn't know what she was talking about. She looked at me like I was
crazy. "You've never masturbated!" Embarrassed, I blushed, and said, "I
guess not." Then she told me how guys did it and what happened. She called
it cum and said it was a white colored liquid that came out of their penis.

I didn't understand. It was confusing and made me wonder about myself and
guys. I wanted to know more; it sounded interesting, but.... The more I
thought about it, the more I felt like an alien. I didn't know my body and,
it seemed, I didn't know myself.



Seven O'clock. I'm at my cousin's house. He's eight years-old and a bit of a
holy terror. My aunt Peg asks if I could give Anthony a bath before he goes
to bed. I groan inside, but tell Peg it's no problem. When My aunt and uncle
leave, I try to study, but little Anthony is determined to have some fun. So
I give in, put the books away, and play games with him.

Suddenly, it's 8:30 and I realize Anthony better have his bath or he'll
never go to bed at a reasonable time. So I begin the bath and plop him in.
Anthony gets silly in the tub, which is nothing new, but this time, he's a
bit brazen. He jumps up and down, splashing, waving his little penis in my
face. I try to ignore him, but then he spreads his legs, leans over and
starts to pull his little cock down. "Look Andrea," he said, "I'm a cow
being milked."

I'm watching my cousin do this and I begin to wonder, can he cum, as Linda
said?  Before I have a chance to ponder this thought, Anthony asks if I want
to milk him? I've stopped thinking at this point, curiosity is my only
driving force, and I drop the bar of soap I had been slowly massaging in my
hands and reach up. "Sure Anthony," I almost whisper, and begin to massage
and stroke his little penis.

Anthony laughs and starts to moo. I can feel his little member begin to
stiffen and he giggles again. "It tickles," he exclaims. "Does it feel
good," I ask, as I slowly work my soapy hands up and down his erect phallus.
Anthony nods vigorously, a large grin on his face. I try to recall how I had
seen farmers milk cows in films, trying to copy their steady squeezing and
stroking of the udder. His penis is now harder and thicker than before. The
skin is incredibly smooth and his balls feel tight, but round.

I'm enthralled with my cousin's penis and testicles, the way they feel and
how they've changed since I began milking him. I realize my heart is beating
fast and I feel slightly dizzy. I look up at Anthony who is still standing
in the bathtub water, now leaning over and grasping the side of the tub. He,
too, looks dizzy. He's not talking anymore, just looking down at my
soap-covered hand and his penis. I notice his pelvis is beginning to move in
unison with my milking. Suddenly, he begins to shake and nearly loses his
balance. As he does so, I feel a twitching sensation in his penis. Nothing
comes out. No white liquid, like Linda said. But Anthony is now sitting in
the tub, looking dazed and out of breath.

I ask if he liked being milked and he responds, "that was cool." I explain
milking has to stay a secret and if he's my friend, he'll be sure to keep it
a secret. "Oh I will, Andrea," he exclaims. Already, I notice that Anthony
is much quieter. By the time I get him into his pajamas and into bed, he's
practically asleep. As I leave his room, I'm thinking, half-seriously, "this
milk-the-cow game could be useful in quieting down little Anthony the holy
terror.

But that thought only flits into my mind, before it's replaced by what took
place in the tub. I can't believe what I just did. At the same time, I'm
quaking with excitement. My mouth is dry and I can't stop thinking about
what Linda said when she got excited by her boyfriend's feeling hands. "I
rubbed myself," she had said. "Where?" I asked innocently. "Between the
legs, silly," she retorted.

Instead of going downstairs, I turn right and enter my aunt's and uncle's
bedroom. It's a big room, much bigger than mine. It reminds me of a hotel
room. Everything in place, the bed made, no clothes or books on the floor,
like my room. I lie down on the big bed with it's fancy, fake quilt. I
unbutton my jeans and slip my hand into my panties. I begin rubbing myself
between my legs.

The room is dark and quiet and I don't know what I'm doing. Yes, I feel
something down there. I feel the tufts of my pubic hair, I feel the lips of
the slit to my vagina and I feel wet. But I'm too nervous to go any further.
The room makes me nervous, with its cleanliness and meticulousness. I button
my pants and return downstairs.



The next day, about three-thirty in the afternoon. School's over and I'm
walking home with Linda. We're talking about this and that. I change the
subject and, with a nervous laugh, I tell Linda about my cousin's bath and
our game of "milk the cow." She's flabbergasted by what I did. I try to
treat it like it was nothing more than a rather silly game, that just
happened to involve my 8 year-old cousin's penis. I groan inside, realizing
how perverted I must sound to my best friend.

But Linda doesn't belittle me. She wants to know the details. I tell her and
mention nothing came out of his penis. "Of course not silly, he's only 8
years old!" she said.

"How old does a boy have to be," I ask. Linda says she didn't know, but
seems surprised that he experienced the "big O" as she calls it.

Then she asks if it made me hot. My face tingles with a growing blush and I
nod.

"Did you, you know, relieve yourself," she continues. I stammer that I
tried, but didn't feel comfortable in their house.

"No need to blush, Andrea, I would have been soaking in my jeans," giggles
Linda.

By this time, my feelings are exhausted and all I want is answers. "Linda,
how do you masturbate? I mean, what do you do?" I ask openly. This time,
Linda blushes at my bluntness. She pauses and then smiles and asks if I will
come home with her.



Four O'clock. I'm in Linda's room. Our little bits of dialogue have slowly
melted away. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but my desire to find
out is very strong. If my little cousin Anthony can experience the "Big O"
with a little help, then I can too -- with a little help. I just hope Linda
doesn't chicken out.

"I can show you," she says slowly, "but you have to do what I say." I nod my
head in acquiescence. Linda asks me to take off my jeans and panties and
then sit on the bed.

When I'm ready, Linda climbs on the bed and then slides up behind me, her
front to my back, her legs along side mine. "Open your legs and lean back on
me," she mumurs.

We're like spoons in a drawer, my body nestled into hers. I can feel Linda's
breasts through her t-shirt and her head rests on my shoulder. She's looking
down at what she's about to do. Linda whispers in to my ear to relax and
close my eyes. I realize I'm shaking, but there's no going back. Soon, I
feel Linda's hand caress my abdomen and then lower.

I shudder when she touches me between the legs for the first time. My heart
is pounding and through the roar of the blood in my ears, I hear Linda
whisper something about a button, she calls it the "clit." She rubs there,
softly with a circular motion. I feel a warm, glowing sensation build in my
loins. I realize I must be wet, because her fingers are starting to slide
around the lips and into my vagina. As Linda does this, she hugs me with her
other arm and I have this sensation of being safe.

My heart is pounding from the excitement now and I feel like I'm slipping
out of control. First my voice begins to moan with my deepening breath and
my hips start to roll with the rhythm of Linda's fingers. Her arm, once
across my waist, has moved and I can feel her begin to rub my breasts
through my shirt. The sensations are wild, frenzied and entirely new. I've
never felt so alive in my life. Suddenly, I'm gasping as my body shudders
with pangs of delight. I feel waves of joy and pleasure sweep over me as
Linda clings to me with one hand over my breasts, the other massaging and
caressing my clit, my button. I feel joy, I feel beautiful.