Entirely fiction.
Samantha and I met in 1st grade. Our moms were both single, and they hit it off well, so we naturally had to play together, but ultimately became friends. My mom and I lived in a trailer. She worked two jobs and she made enough to keep us both clothed and fed. But she worked hard, long hours.
Sam’s mom was in a similar situation, but she had it a little better off since she had been able to keep the house after divorcing her former husband. She still worked 60 hours or so a week, but at least she had a real house to come home to.
Sam was born in October, and therefore just missed the Kindergarten “must be 5 by September 1st” rule. Therefore she was one of the older kids in the class. I was an August baby, so I was one of the youngest kids.
As my mom (Tracy) and Sam’s mom (Heather) got to be closer friends, they realized that they may be able to save some much-needed money by trying to harmonize their work hours such that one mom could be home with the kids while the other worked. This didn’t always work, of course, but it did seem that we didn’t have baby sitters that often, and often it was my mom or Heather watching us.
Since we lived in a trailer and had (as I recall) an inadequate septic system, my mom didn’t like us taking more showers or baths at our place than was absolutely necessary. Fortunately Heather didn’t mind throwing me in the bath at her place when she was watching Sam and I. When we were in the first and second grade, Sam and I had no issues taking a bath together. We were more or less siblings, and we never really did anything in the tub we shouldn’t have.
When we were getting ready to enter 3rd grade, Sam and her mom had to move away to be with Heather’s mom who had gotten sick. They weren’t sure how long they were to be gone, but it ended up being about 18 months. They lived in Texas during that time, and our mom’s talked every once in a while on the phone, but they were, i’m sure, too busy working to really have a long distance telephone pal.
About half-way through 4th grade, Heathers mom passed away, and they ended up moving back to Tennessee after settling the affairs in Texas. We were lucky to have been able to move to a regular apartment during the time they were in Texas. It was a much nicer place to live.
Sam and I were happy to see each other at school, but we were in 4th grade, and i didn’t like hanging out with many girls, and I don’t think she liked hanging out with many boys. Our moms, however, were quite relieved to see each other once again, and quickly decided that a co-babysitting situation like they had before would be beneficial to both of them.
Heather was having a hard time getting a good job, and she was also the newest person on every shift, so she had the least pull in getting her hours shifted. Fortunately, things had been a little easier for my mom, and so we ended up having Sam over at our place a little more often.
My mom was always a little more authoritarian than was Heather. I guess it was her upbringing, but she didn’t accept backtalk from kids – her own or others. She was also a little more conservative than most. I wasn’t allowed to watch much TV, or watch movies rated anything higher than a “G.”
I was more or less naive about sex. I knew that there was a mom, and dad who did something with his penis, but beyond that, I wasn’t really sure. I had heard the older kids at school talk about (vaginal) sex, but they also talked about blow jobs and hand jobs, and anal sex, so i didn’t really know what was what.
One night when we had Sam over at our place, mom decided that we ought to take a bath. She knew that Sam and I had often bathed together at her house, so she didn’t think too much of putting up together this time. It was the first time she she moved back to Tenn that we would have a bath together.
I was a little reluctant. I hadn’t begun yet to develop any hair anywhere on my body, but I still wasn’t sure that I wanted Sam sitting in the tub with me. I was beginning to be interested in girl’s body’s, but that interested was offset by the shyness I was feeling.
I knew that when my mom said to get into the bath, that’s what I should do. I made sure that the bath was warm, and put in some bubbles (for privacy, of course), stripped down and got in.
I heard Sam quietly protesting to my mom in the hallway that she didn’t want to take a bath with me.
“Well, i told you mother that you’d be clean when you get home, so you need to get in.”
“Maybe I can take a bath after Tom is done?”
“No young lady. We have enough hot water for one bath tonight. You should get in there before I get cross.”
Sam figured out that she ought to just do it, so she came in to the bathroom and began to unbutton her jeans.
“OK, you two” mom said. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes. I don’t want to hear and splashing, and I certainly do not expect to see any water on the floor.”
Clearly, i thought, mom still thinks that we are 6 years old.
Sam tried to maintain her modesty, but it was hard to be modest getting undressed when you knew that you were about to be sitting in a bath tub – legs touching – with a boy. I tried not to stare at her as she pulled off her shirt, but i was beginning to develop an intense curiosity in what she looked like naked.
She pulled off her top revealing a bra. I had seen some in a Sears catalog, but had never even seen my mother in one. I don’t know that she really needed a bra, since when she pulled it up over her head, her boobs were really just the size of small tangerines. Her nipples were just like a boy’s – teeny tiny.
This left her standing there in her panties. I looked away at the bubbles trying not to embarrass her unnecessarily.
“I don’t know why your mom is making us take a bath together. This is just weird.”
“I know. Sorry. I’ll try to talk with her later about it and ask her not to do it again.”
Sam sighed, and pulled down her underwear. I glanced quickly and saw that Sam had a few small wisps of dark hair. Not a full bush, just a few little wisps on top. She quickly got in the tub and under the bubbles as best she could. Her boobs, however, were just riding on the surface – she couldn’t really slide down far enough to hide them without ending up on my lap.
I had seen Sam naked dozens of times before in the bath, but we were both younger. She was now clearly developing into a young woman, and I – a boy, 11 months younger – was far behind her developmentally.
There were enough bubbles in the tub to keep either of us from being able to see the others genitals. But we knew that they were there.
We made some small talk, but it was clear that both of us were uncomfortable. I wasn’t so uncomfortable, however, to *not* look at her little boobs floating on the surface each chance that I got.
After a few minutes, my mom showed up. She came in and said that she was going to wash our hair. However, I could tell that she was surprised to see that Sam had any boobs at all. Mom didn’t realize or remember that girls grow faster than boys, and the Sam was ahead of me on the puberty race.
When mom realized that she had put a pubescent girl in the tub with her son, she had to act quickly.
“Um, Sam, why don’t you sit up a bit and then spin around to face the wall. It will, um, make rinsing your hair easier.”
Sam quickly maneuvered into her new position, leaving me to only look at her back. I was enjoying seeing the water glisten off your cute bottom.
Mom very quickly washed and rinsed her hair, and had her stand up to get out of the tub. Mom was right there will a large towel to cover her up.
“Well, we won’t be doing that again” mom muttered, mostly to herself. Then she looked at me and said “I guess I’ll need to have a talk with you about changing bodies, won’t I?”
“Um, yeah, I guess mom”
Mom looked at Sam as they were walking out and apologized for making her bathe with me.
“Oh, thanks Tracy. I appreciate you saying that. But it wasn’t too bad.”
“Well, just the same, you two don’t need to be mixed up without any clothes on in such close quarters to each other – you never know what will slip where, and then you never know what kind of trouble we’ll have!”
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A few weeks later, mom had to work an overnight shift, so I slept over at Sam’s house. It was a Friday night, and so her mom decided we could all stay up late and watch a movie. Heather, as opposed to my mom, was much more liberal in terms of what we were allowed to watch on TV. The movie that we ended up watching (Heather wanted to see it) was on HBO, and was rated R.
“Ok, you two. There may be a couple of scenes in this movie that aren’t OK for kids. If I tell you to shut your eyes, you do it, ok?”
“Sure” we both responded happily.
“I don’t mind the language, since I know you’ve heard it all before, but there may be some things that you shouldn’t be seeing. Especially you, Tom, I think you mom would be more upset if she knew, so it’ll be our secret, ok?”
“OK” I said.
the movie ended up having lots of swear words, and some violent scenes, and I was getting upset that there may not actually be any scenes that we shouldn’t see – but that we of course wanted to see!
Just as I was giving up, a man pulled a woman down on a bed with him and ripped open her shirt. Her boobs immediately spilled out.
“Oops. Eyes closed, kids!”
I shut mine, but listened intently.
the woman said “oh, fuck me Roger” “Gladly” the man responded.
Some music started playing, and then the scene ended in 20 or 30 seconds. I was afraid of being caught, so i kept my eyes closed the whole time.
“Ok, you can open your eyes. That was close!”
There were no other “no-kid” scenes in the movie, much to my disappointment. The movie ended and we brushed our teeth and got ready for bed.
Heather was OK with me sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor in Sam’s room. It was either that or be on the 1st floor all by myself, and I think she felt that I might get scared all alone.
Sam and I seemed to both be tired, so we didn’t talk much after the lights went out.
The movie did have me a little scared so it was hard for me to fall asleep. I was tired, but my mind kept wandering to what stranger was going to emerge from the closet, or sneak upstairs and murder us all.
As I was finally starting to get comfortable and fall asleep, i heard some deep breathing from Sam’s bed. I at first thought it was just her sleeping, but them the rate and depth of the breathing changed. I was about to ask her if she was awake when she started to make little grunting sounds. She sounded like Monica Seles on the tennis court.
I convinced myself that she was having a nightmare from teh movie and I had to wake her up. In one motion i rolled over to her bed and kneeled so that I was almost face to face with her.
So most certainly was not asleep. She looked right into my eyes when i got to her bed.
“Oh, shit, Tom” she loudly whispered. “What are you doing?”
“you were having a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up.”
“Oh, yeah, thanks. That was a bad one. I was really scared. Thanks for waking me up.”
Patting myself on the back for helping her out, i rolled back over and said goodnight to her again.
After 60 seconds or so, Sam said “Tom?”
“Yes?”
“I wasn’t having a dream.”
“What do you mean? You sounded like you were running away from an axe murderer.”
“Do you really not know what I was doing?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Tom, i was masturbating.”
“You were what?”
“I was Touching myself. jilling off.”
I was vaguely aware that boys touched themselves – but under penalty of hairy palms, i hadn’t done it yet. I had no idea that girls did it.
“What were you doing?”
The room was silent for a moment.
“My one piece pajamas have a zipper that runs all the way down to my crotch. If I hold onto the fabric just right, I can run the zipper over my couchy.”
I responded “Why are you doing that now?”
“Well, did you watch the sex scene in the movie?”
“The scene that we had to close our eyes for? No, i didn’t”
“I totally watched it, and I could see the guy’s bum bouncing up and down. I knew that when a guy does that in real life, it makes a girls couchy feel really nice. That made me want to touch mine too.”
Again, we were both silent for a moment.
“Tom, do you ever touch your thing?”
“No way”
“oh, ok” Sam responded. “I just know that guys do it, and it’s pretty normal to do. Some boys start at like age 8.”
“how did you know that?”
“Well, my mom has told me a few things, but she also gave me a book that has lots of info”
“oh, what kind of info?”
“Well, it talks about how bodies change in puberty, what girls and boys do together, what they do alone. it has some like pictures and diagrams too.”
I immediately knew that I wanted to see this book so I could learn more about sex, as well as what Sam was doing. I was about to ask her if I could borrow it the next day when she said “Do you want to look at it now for a minute?”
“Yes” i responded, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
“can you quietly tip toe and shut my door? That way mom probably won’t see my light on. In fact, let’s just use my headlamp under the covers so we don’t have to turn on the big light at all.”
I was willing to do whatever she wanted to do.
I still wasn’t sure if I was to be looking at this alone or not, but she grabbed the book from her bottom bookshelf and returned to her bed, pulling back the covers and saying “ok, come here.”
I crawled in with her and pulled up the covers over our heads. We had a pillow propped up behind us so we could easily read a book. She turned on the headlamp.
The book was something akin to “Our bodies, our selves”. It was an educational book for pre-teens, and gave them straight information. We started looking through it. Sam seemed to know all the sections and quickly flipped to the few pages on masturbation. On one page was a diagram of a vagina with a hand drawn over it, demonstrating how to “strum” your fingers over the clitoris.
“That’s basically what I was doing, but I was using the zipper instead”
my mouth was dry. “oh, ok.”
she turned the page. the next page showed a similar diagram of a penis with a hand gripping it. There was lots of text talking about masturbation, showing briefly how to do it, discussing that it’s acceptable (but is to be done in private), etc.
I was starting to get excited. I was laying in bed with a girl that had just been masturbating. She was wearing the same PJs with the same zipper – and describing to me how she did it!
Sam flipped back a few pages to a full page collage of photos entitled “Genital Development from birth to age 20”. There were two rows of photos – girls on the top, boys on the bottom. The first photo of each row was of a naked baby showing just its vagina (top row) or penis (bottom row). The next set were at age 2, then age 4, and so on until age 20. The photos were very close up.
Sam looked like she was about ready to flip the page to something else when I spoke up.
“can you leave it here for a minute?” I was trying to carefully evaluate the differences in both girls over time, as well as boys. I was also trying to figure out where I was on the chart, and if I thought i was normal or not. In terms of vagina, i had only ever seen Sam, and most of those times were as younger kids when i didn’t really care what parts she had.
Sam saw me starting at the pictures.
“I think i’m about here” she said, pointing to the 12 year old pictured. The girl in the picture had more hair than i recall Sam having.
“you don’t have that much hair, though”
“well, i’m pretty close to that.”
“I’m probably here as well” I said, pointing to the 12 year old boy who clearly had a scrotum that hung much lower than mine, and a much more developed penis.
“Um, OK. You kinda looked more like this one” Sam said, point to the 10 year old. She was probably right, but I certainly wasn’t going to round down like she was!
“How did you even see me under the water with the bubbles? That’s the last time you would have seen me.” I asked.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure when you moved around I could see you.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so. I think that you are just assuming what you think is the case – that I look more like a 10 year old.”
“Ok, Tom, so show me your non-10 year old penis.”
I wasn’t sure how I had gotten myself into this, but it felt good and I didn’t really want to back out now. I pulled down my PJ bottoms and underwear a few inches to show her my private parts.
“It’s sort of hard to tell, but maybe you are closer to 12. I’m not sure.” I released my PJs and covered myself back up.
“Sam, can you go back to the part where it talks about the boys touching themselves?”
She sort of laughed. “Sure, you want to learn, and here is your chance.” Sam flipped back to the section on male masturbation. I looked at the diagram and read some of the text.
After a minute, Sam noted “It probably isn’t all that difficult. I mostly figured out how to do myself without any assistance.”
“Um, yeah, right. I guess so.”
Sam put the book sort of beside her pillow out of the way, and turned off her headlamp. It was pitch black in her room again.
We were quite for a few minutes.
Eventually Sam turned her head to me. I was expecting her to say that she was tired and that I should had back down to my sleeping bag.
Instead, she said “Tom, did you want to try that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I would sometime.”
“Well, ok” She responded. “But I was enjoying rubbing myself before you ‘woke me up’ and I would like to do it a little more before I go to sleep.”
“Yeah, sure” I pulled the blanket off and started to get out of bed.
“No, wait. You can stay next to me. I want to feel your body heat next to me when I do it.”
“Un huh” was my only response.
Sam still had her full body PJs on, but sort of opened her legs a little bit. Her right leg was laying partly against mine now. I could feel her start to pull the fabric back and forth to make the zipper rub on her clit.
I stayed still – and quiet – for a moment, but was getting really turned on having her masturbate right next to me. I reached down and touched my penis.
It’s true, I hadn’t even fully masturbated, but I had certainly handled my penis before and using the info that I had read in the book, I quickly realized that I could pump on my dick with my hand.
“Mmm, tom, rubbing my vagina feels so good.”
“I’m touching myself now too.”
We turned and looked at each other. It was still to dark to see much, but we could tell that we were facing one another with our eyes open.
It took me 3 or 4 minutes to cum (even though I didn’t actually ejaculate anything.) Sam came just a minute or two later.
I moved back to the sleeping bag and feel right asleep.
In the morning, Sam asked me if I wanted to borrow the book for a little bit at home to “study with.” I was more than happy to take it, and spend a number of nights under my own covers examining my own penis and comparing it to those in the book.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/83x6w2/mf_tom_and_samantha_learn_about_their_bodies