After first noticing my pubic hairs and swelling breasts I began wondering what the “Real Thing” would be like. Even before that, I played with myself whenever I had the chance and experimented with fingers, hairbrush handles, cucumbers, fantasizing about having a real cock in me. But I never–never–thought my fantasy would be fireworks.
All us girls were into boys now…sharing stories and giggling over this boy or that…how “hot” he would be…but it was just talk. We were strictly amateurs, voyeurs, readers of dirty stories looking for ideas. We didn’t even really date, except pretend dates, where we would walk home from school with a boy, maybe hold hands, see a movie together, sometimes study together for a test but our minds and dreams were active, especially for me. One day I got brave and asked Ferris inside my house for a soda…we had walked home from school, our arms brushed, he took my hand, our thighs brushed and I knew he did that on purpose for a reaction. I gave him a reaction…a smile…and asked him to come inside. My folks wouldn’t be home from work for a couple hours and he would be long gone by then.