Flossie's Revenge

by Lubrican

Chapters : Foreword | 1-2 | 3-4 | 5-6 | 7-8 | 9-10 | 11-12 | 13-14 | 15-16 | 17-18 | 19-20 | 21-22
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Chapter 9

Flossie held her breath throughout the Christmas Break. She expected a mob to gather outside her house any minute, and haul her out to be tarred and feathered.

But nothing happened. She spent the break trying to figure out how to put wall paper on uneven board walls, with gaps between the boards, and reading an old book on plumbing from the library to see if she could learn how to extend the city water from the toilet to the kitchen.

When school started back up, though, it was the first question that was asked.

"Are we going to have a health class?" asked Minnie, a ten year old black girl.

"I haven't planned it yet," said Flossie, irritated that the subject had been refreshed so quickly. There were groans.

"Now, listen to me," said Flossie, putting her hands on her hips. "Sex is very serious business. That's why only adults do it. You are children, and I will not do this until I think you're ready. You can moan and groan about it all you want to, but you be patient!"

The chorus of "Yes Miss Flossie" was there, but there wasn't much energy behind it.

School went on, and Flossie did try to plan out how to give such a class. She knew now that there would have to be something for every age group, or whoever got left out would squawk. By the same token, she had no clear idea of how much to say ... or withhold from each age group. She had already learned that some of the students were a lot more aware of sexual things than she would have believed. What she remembered about the subject from college was that the reproductive cycle of plants and non-human animals was discussed, with the assumption that children would then be able to make the transfer to human sexuality. There had been a list of films that were recommended, but she had no access to those, nor equipment on which to show them. The only direct references to human sexual behavior had been about the supposed dangers of masturbation, for the boys, and about teaching girls about modesty and control of sexual urges. Flossie knew about trying to control her own sexual urges. It was impossible. When she got aroused, for whatever reason, the only way she knew to bank that fire was with her fingers. Apparently that was even too taboo for college classes, because the only references to masturbation had been concerning boys. The other taboo subject had been birth control. It was actually illegal to discuss that in some states, and the recommendation had been not to approach it at all.

She wished now that, during the Christmas break, she had gone on a trip to one of the big city schools, and learned what they were doing. But she hadn't. And now she was stuck.

She sat down one night, and wrote up a lesson plan for the younger children. She used hemp as her example, since every household had a rope lying around. The seed of the plant was the "baby". Those grew into either male, or female plants. Bees and the wind carried the pollen from the male plant to the female plant, which then produced more seeds.

From that point, she had no idea where to go. So, on impulse, she just tried it as it was written. The next day, she announced that the older children would read, outside in the fresh air, while the younger children had health class.

You would have thought a bomb had exploded. There were, of course, the objections of the older children, but Flossie was adamant that the youngest students would take the class first. Then there was an argument about who was young and who was old. Flossie stopped that with one question.

"Which of you girls have started your monthlies?" she asked.

There was dead silence.

"What's a monthly?" asked Bessie, who was nine.

"If you have to ask, you haven't started yet," said Flossie. "You go over there in that corner of the room."

Bessie stood up, looking hurt somehow and moved. Mariah, who was eight, stood up and went with her. Lucinda and Janet, both seven, followed when Bessie beckoned to them. Johnnie Sue, Ruth Ann, Hilda Mae and Bernadette were left.

"You four go stand in that corner," she said. The girls, all of them blushing, went quickly.

With the younger boys, she took a different tack. She called them, one by one, to an unoccupied corner and whispered in an ear.

"Do you know where babies come from?"

She got answers from some of them like "The stork brings it ... excepting I've never seen a stork before." Another boy said his little brother came from a pumpkin patch. Those she sent to the corner with the younger girls in it. Leon, of course, was the one who caused her trouble. He was eight, but his answer was simple. "Mamma had my little sister in the bedroom. Ellie was in Mamma's tummy, and they got her out in the bedroom."

"But do you know why your Mamma had Ellie in her tummy?" asked Flossie.

"I asked her about that," he said seriously. "She told me she wanted to have a sister for me, and Daddy gave her one. She wouldn't tell me where Daddy got a baby to put in her stomach, but I saw them one night. Ellie woke up and was crying, and Mamma didn't come, so I went to get her. Daddy was lying on top of Mamma nekkid and thrashing around. I asked them what they were doing and Mamma said Daddy was trying to give her another baby. Daddy yelled at me, though, and I had to leave before I could see how he was doing it."

Flossie decided that she'd put him in the younger group, but she was nervous about it. Her description of pollination didn't match up too well with what he'd seen.

Jesse said "Like a dog? Kinda?" He went to the older group.

She shooed the older children out, and drew the plants on the board. As soon as that was done she went to the door quickly and opened it. Hilda Mae and Luthor jumped away from the window, where they had been pressing their faces against it.

"Told you so," came Curtis Lee's laughing voice from out in the yard.

She didn't have to say anything. She just glared at them as they scuttled back to the shade under the tree in the yard, where the others sat with an open book.

"So," said Leon, when she was done. Before she could say anything, he went on. "When I saw Mamma and Daddy in the bed, he was giving her his pollen?"

Flossie blinked. "Well, for our purposes, yes ... that's exactly what he was doing."

Then the other children wanted to know what Leon was talking about, and things went downhill. He, of course, was almost eager to tell them what he'd seen.

"I seen my parents doing that too!" said Otis, who had said his brother had come from a pumpkin patch. "They yelled at me too!"

"That's because sex, when it happens with adults, is a very private thing," explained Flossie. "You don't run around naked in front of people do you?" All of them shook their heads agitatedly. "Well, sex needs to be done naked, like the plant needs to be standing in the wind, and that's what makes it private."

In the end, she was amazed at how easily they accepted the "facts" she gave them. Bessie had wanted to know about "monthlies" again, and Flossie had just said it was a time her mother would talk to her about when it happened, and that it just meant she was growing up and getting ready to be a woman. That was taken with a nod, and just like that, the class was over.

It had gone so well she was amazed.

Of course, with the younger kids out of the way, the older kids began to pester her endlessly. The success of her first attempt made her feel a little better, but she knew she'd have to give the older children more than hemp plants. That they already seemed to be aware of masturbation, at a minimum, required that. That they also seemed to be familiar with what Leon had described ... and knew much more about what was going on in those situations, made her feel like she would have to talk about things that even embarrassed her. She knew there was a balance to be struck. She just didn't know how much weight to put on each side of the issue. Because of that, she planned her presentation very carefully.

The best laid plans very often do go awry. That's certainly what happened to Flossie. Part of it was because some of her students were MUCH more advanced, at least compared to Flossie, than she would have dreamed. But probably the biggest thing that blew her careful presentation out of the water was that the time she finally decided to give the class just happened to come at a point in the growing season where there was little, if anything, for the children to do. That meant their afternoons were free.

She had planned on talking to Ruth Ann privately, to "preview" the course. Then, while she gave the course to the other teens, Ruth Ann would be asked to take charge of the little ones, reading, or doing simple math or whatever. She explained her plan to them, so they would understand why Ruth Ann got the privilege of having the class first.

But, when the kids determined, between themselves, that they could all stay late, after the younger children had gone, they demanded that their health class be given then. They sensed that they would be much more free to ask questions, if the little ones were nowhere around.

Flossie was therefore flying blind, once more, on the fateful day when the class was scheduled to be given. She had eight very attentive students when they settled into desks that had been rearranged into a circle. A psychologist might have smiled when he saw that, once everyone had settled into a seat, somehow, the circle had males on one side, and females on the other.

Trying to set a light atmosphere, by making a joke, Flossie asked: "As you may have heard, it is widely said that many of you were brought to your parents by the stork." She waited for laughter. There was none.

"Or were found in a pumpkin patch." she added, uncomfortably.

"Miss Flossie, if all you're going to do is tell tales, I don't see the point in this class." said Johnnie Sue somewhat flippantly. There were grumbles of assent from many of the others.

Flossie pushed on. "Well, that's what some children are told. It is not true, of course. Who knows how babies are actually made?"

The students all looked at each other, but nobody spoke. There were no snickers, though. This was all being taken very seriously.

Flossie was suddenly unable to launch into the physical description of what brought about the fertilization of a woman's egg.

"Okay, well, then, let's start by using the example of the hemp plant," she said, slipping back into the familiar. She went through it, and they actually listened. When she was finished she said: "Are there any questions so far?"

Luthor raised his hand.

"But people don't have pollen," he said. He looked around his body like he expected to see dusty flakes of pollen on him somewhere.

"They have sperm," said Ruth Ann. She blinked, as if she were surprised she had spoken.

"That's right," said Flossie, happy beyond belief that someone else was talking too. "The man has sperm. It acts in much the same way as pollen does. When the sperm comes into contact with a woman's egg, it can fertilize it, and a baby is made."

"Women don't lay eggs!" blurted Moses.

No one made fun of him.

"That's true," said Flossie. "A woman's eggs are up inside her body, in a special place. They don't actually come out like they would in a chicken, and even if they did, they're so small you couldn't even see one without a microscope."

She had to explain what a microscope was then. She described it as a very strong magnifying glass.

"But how does the sperm get inside the woman, then?" asked Jesse.

"Well ..." began Flossie, turning darker, "It comes out of the man's penis." She stopped. There were no snickers, only intent looks. Everyone seemed to know what a penis was. "Um ... while the man's penis is inside the woman's ... vagina," she went on nervously.

Everyone stared at her. Now there were some questions in their eyes.

"Does everyone know where a woman's vagina is?" she asked.

Two of the girls looked down. The boys just stared at the girls.

Moses raised his hand. "I think I know ... but that's not what I heard my Daddy call it."

Everyone shifted in their seats. Flossie was afraid to ask him, but she couldn't think of anything else to do.

"There are slang names for the body parts," she said hesitantly. "You probably heard a slang name, Moses."

"What does 'slang' mean?" asked Luthor.

"That's another name for something, instead of using the scientific word," said Flossie.

Johnnie Sue raised her hand. "Like 'root'?" she asked. "Is that a slang name for pense?"

"It's pe-nis," said Flossie, making the correction unconsciously. "Yes, I suppose root is a slang name for penis."

"How about 'peter'?" asked Ruth Ann. "Mamma pulls at my baby brother's when she's giving him a bath and asks him how his little peter is."

That got snickers.

"Yes, that's slang," said Flossie, holding her hand up. "Sometimes people are uncomfortable using the scientific name for something. They'd rather use a slang word."

"I always thought those were dirty words," said Jesse. "I mean I heard 'em before, but everybody always whispers them and such ... or yells at me if I use 'em."

"They're just words," said Flossie. "How about if we talk about all of the slang you've heard, and we can get more comfortable with those words."

To be honest, she was just trying to keep the children talking. She hadn't thought about using slang in her class. Had she been white, her face would have been flaming within a minute. Various children brought out all kinds of words, including "Weenie", "Prick", "Dick", "Cunny", "Muffy". "Pussy", "Coochie", "Woody", "Cunt", "Gash", "Balls", "Nuts", "Rod" and "Hardon". By the time each one was identified by the person who blurted it out, the mood in the room had lightened quite a bit. One of the ones that brought real laughs was Luthor, who said "Handle." Then when asked what that meant, he more or less blurted out "My Mamma told me one time to quit playing with my handle." Then he put his head in his hands as they laughed.

"No, no!" said Flossie, stopping them. "Masturbation is one of the things we need to talk about. Let's not make fun of Luthor. It's a common problem. Some of the other boys may have felt the urge to do that too, at one time or another."

That stopped the laughter cold. At least on the part of the boys. Bernadette pinned her eyes on her brother and grinned. He looked down.

"Problem?" asked Moses. He looked very uncomfortable.

"Well," said Flossie. "Many people believe that masturbation is dangerous. Some people believe it can cause blindness, or hair to grow on the palms."

All four boys pulled their hands up and stared at their palms automatically. There was a moment of suspended time, and then gales of laughter from the girls. The boys dropped their hands, almost in unison, putting them under the desk. They looked sheepish, staring down at the desks.

"Let us see!" squealed Hilda Mae.

"I don't have any hair on my palms!" said her brother with a surly voice.

Flossie made them quiet down. Bernadette's hand went up.

"Miss Flossie, why do boys do that anyway?"

"It makes it feel better," said Johnnie Sue, remembering what Luthor, Moses and Jesse had said to her. She looked up to find everyone staring at her.

"How do you know that?" asked Hilda Mae.

"I don't know," said Johnnie Sue uncomfortably. She was getting dark looks from the three boys who knew exactly how she knew it. "I heard it somewhere, I guess." To draw attention away from herself, she asked a question. "So if they do that ... how come they don't have any hair on their palms? And they're not blind either."

The boys tried to object, but Flossie put her hand up.

"I told you people believe that. I'm not so sure it's true."

"So what does it do?" asked Johnnie Sue.

"I think it just brings some sexual release," said Flossie. "Both men and women can become sexually excited. Sex is part of nature, and it is perfectly normal for a man and woman to be sexually attracted to each other. It is, after all, how babies are made, and that keeps the species going. And that kind of sexual attraction makes changes in your body ... creates tension. "

Ruth Ann raised her hand. "My Pappa gets all full of energy when he's going to lie with Mamma. They do it all the time, and he can be real tired from working all day, but when they go to bed he's jumping around and full of energy."

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about," said Flossie.

Nathan spoke up. "Back in Atlanta, some of the boys used to say they were horny." He hadn't been sure what they meant back then, but instinctively knew not to ask them, because he instinctively knew he was expected to know.

"Yes," said Flossie, looking at the floor. "Sexual excitement is sometimes called being horny."

"I've heard my daddy use that word too," said Jesse.

"Is that why a boy's root gets hard?" asked Johnnie Sue, leaning forward. "Is that one of the changes that happens when they want to have sex?"

"That's a very important change," said Flossie, wondering how Johnnie Sue knew that.

"How did you know that too?" asked Hilda Mae, looking suspiciously at the girl next to her. Then, for some reason, she looked at her brother. The look of suspicion was still on her face. He wouldn't look back at her.

"Never mind that," said Flossie, not wanting to put anyone on the spot. "The point is that, when a boy gets to be about twelve, his testicles start making sperm, and the penis gets stiff when his body gets sexually excited. In sex, the sperm is released into the woman. But boys can't have sex, and masturbation helps the sperm come out so there is some sexual release."

"Huh?" asked Jesse, looking confused.

"What?" asked Flossie.

Jesse ducked his head. "Nothing. I don't want to say," he said meekly.

"Listen, children," said Flossie. "The whole point of having this class is so you understand things better. We have to let each other ask questions, and not make fun of anybody who does. Otherwise we can't have a fruitful discussion." She looked around. The faces were sober now. "I think masturbation is more prevalent than people think ... maybe even a normal thing." said Flossie, feeling dread in her guts.

"Really?" asked Moses. Nathan's eyes asked the same question, and so did Luthor's. Jesse looked back up, hope on his face.

"Really!" said Flossie. "I think it's just something that helps a boy out because he's too young to have sex." She looked around. Then she looked back at Jesse. "Now, you may ask your question if you wish, Jesse."

He still looked uncomfortable, but eventually he worked up the courage to almost ask. "Mines doesn't ... I mean nothing ever comes out ..."

"How old are you, Jesse?" asked Flossie.

"I turned twelve last month," he said, as if she should know that.

"Your body just isn't making any sperm yet," she said gently. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"But it still gets hard," he said, confusion plain on his face.

"Wait a minute," said Ruth Ann, looking confused. "When Mamma pulls at my baby brother's, it gets stiff too, sometimes! He's just a baby! He's way too little to have sex!"

"Just because his body is immature doesn't mean that it doesn't work," said Flossie. She didn't know for sure what she was saying was true, but she didn't want to sound ignorant either. "As I said, a penis is made for having sex. It actually has two functions. It gets rid of some of the waste inside a body - that's urination - and it is used to deliver the sperm into the woman's body. That's all it's for. And it will work that way from the very beginning."

"Even if there's no sperm yet." said Jesse, sounding relieved. He had thought there must be something wrong with him.

"So," said Johnnie Sue, "How come it gives them release if nothing comes out?"

"I don't know," admitted Flossie after an extended period of trying to come up with something.

"Can we ask Jesse?" asked Hilda Mae.

"Why me?" he said, his eyes opening wide.

"You're the only one who admitted doing it," said Hilda Mae like it was obvious.

"Luthor did too!" whined Jesse.

Hilda Mae glanced at Luthor. "Okay, then, can we ask Luthor?"

"Let's not make anyone answer any questions they might be uncomfortable with," said Flossie, flustered at the directness of the girl's interest in male masturbation. "Let's move on."

"So girls can't masturbate," said Luthor suddenly.

"What?" asked Flossie.

"Well they don't have a peter, so they can't masturbate ... right?"

The boys looked at the girls, all of whom were blushing furiously. You could even see it on Ruth Ann's dark face.

"Well ..." said Flossie, embarrassed. "I'm not sure we should talk about that."

"Why not?" asked Moses. "You talked about us boys! It's not fair to do that and not talk about the girls too. How do girls get rid of sex tension?"

Flossie wanted to moan. But he was right. It was only fair.

"You're right, Moses," she said weakly. "There's a place on a woman ... next to her vagina ... and if it is ... rubbed ... it can bring about an orgasm."

"Orgasm?" That was from Ruth Ann, and it surprised all of them.

"An orgasm is what you call the release of sexual tension," said Flossie. "In men, it signals the release of the sperm through the penis. In women, it makes them feel tired, so they'll want to lie down for a while."

"Why?" asked Jesse.

"If you look at a horse, or a dog or something like that," explained Flossie, they walk on all fours. That means the vagina is parallel with the ground. When sperm is put into one of them, and they walk away, the sperm stays right where it is. But a human woman walks upright, and if she gets up and walks around after the sperm is put into her, it will just run right back out."

"So that's why I don't have a hundred brothers and sisters!" exclaimed Ruth Ann.

"What?" asked Flossie.

"My mamma and pappa have sex almost every single night," she said. "Whenever I see dogs doing it, the bitch always gets pregnant with puppies. I kept wonderin' why mamma wasn't pregnant all the time. I guess it's because she almost always gets up and walks around when they're done. Daddy lays there like he's dead, but Mamma gets up."

"Mine too!" said Luthor, looking excited. "Almost every night, I mean." There were looks of almost agreement from others in the room.

"Well, yes, that would help to keep a woman from getting pregnant, I suppose," said Flossie, who hadn't thought of it in those terms before.

They wanted to talk more, but it was getting late, and Flossie put them off. Every one joined in making her promise that the class would go on again the next afternoon. With a sigh, she agreed.

Chapter 10

Luthor, Jesse and Moses were walking together. For the first half mile or so, they went in the same direction to get home. They were animatedly comparing notes on whether anything came out when they rubbed their penises. Moses had bashfully said that his squirted all the time. Luthor said he wasn't sure, because sometimes something clear and shiny came out of the little slit in the tip, but whenever that happened he stopped, in fear that he was hurting something. Moses was telling him that that was normal, and happened to him too, when they heard running footsteps behind them and looked to see Johnnie Sue sprinting to catch up with them. When she arrived, and fell in with them, the conversation stalled, and things seemed strained somehow.

They walked on in silence for a few minutes. They came to Moses' turnoff and he waved an uncomfortable goodbye. When he was out of hearing, Johnnie Sue took a breath.

"So," said Johnnie Sue, kicking at a dirt clod. "That time ... when you guys saw my titties ... and you got all hard and stuff ... does that mean you wanted to have sex with me?" She frowned, and went on without letting them answer. "Cause if that's what that meant, well, you can just forget it and rub your root all night, cause there's no way I'm letting you have sex with me!"

Luthor stopped cold. "I wouldn't do that to you, Johnnie Sue," he said, looking astonished.

Men never understand women. Not when they're older, and particularly not when they're younger. Luthor had no idea he had stung his best friend by rejecting her as a potential sexual partner so vociferously. For that matter, Johnnie Sue didn't understand, herself, why what he said made her so suddenly angry.

"Why not?" she barked, balling up her fists. "What's wrong with me?" She whirled on Jesse, who was looking at her like she had grown an extra head. "And I suppose you hate me too!"

"I don't hate you, Johnnie Sue!" squawked Jesse. "You're my blood brother!"

"But you think I'm ugly or something and don't want to have sex with me either, I bet." she said, grinding her teeth.

"Johnnie Sue ..." Jesse gasped. "I'm a nigger."

"You are not!" she exploded. "You're my friend, and I don't have any nigger friends." She looked confused at her outburst.

Jesse looked at his arm, and then back at her out of the side of his eyes.

"You feeling okay Johnnie Sue?" he asked, plainly looking at his black skin.

"I don't know," she moaned suddenly, stopping. She looked at Luthor. "How come you get stiff when you see my titties, but you think I'm too ugly to have sex with?"

"I didn't say that," said Luthor, holding up his hands. "You're just my blood brother, like Jesse said. You can't have sex with your blood brother."

"So I'm not ugly?" she asked, her voice curiously lacking inflection.

"I guess not," said Luthor.

"You guess?" she asked, her voice rising.

"What do you want me to say?" he moaned. "If I told you I have dreams about you you'll hit me with a stick!"

"You have dreams about me?" Her voice sounded surprisingly happy.

"Um ..." said Luthor, trying to figure out the right answer. "Once."

"Just once?" She sounded disappointed.

"Maybe several times," he admitted.

"What am I doing in the dreams?" she asked.

"I can't tell you that!" he squeaked. "You'll hit me with a stick!"

"Come on, Luthor, I promise not to hit you," she promised.

"Really?" he begged. "You promise ... for sure?"

"I promise," she said firmly.

"Well ..." he paused, getting up his courage. "After ... after I saw them," he looked at her chest and then jerked his eyes away. "I had this dream about us, back when we were skinny dipping ... but you were grown up and you had them ... in the dream, I mean."

Jesse gasped, and they both looked at him. He looked ready to run, and scared to death. His eyes darted everywhere but at either of them.

"What in the world is wrong with you?" asked Johnnie Sue.

"I can't say," he choked out.

"Come on, Jesse," said Johnnie Sue patiently. "I promise not to hit you with a stick either."

"I'm a nig... It ain't right for me to think things like that," he groaned.

"You're my blood brother," said Johnnie Sue. "You can think anything you want." Her eyes narrowed. "Did you have a dream too?" she probed.

He rolled his eyes, looking terrified. Johnnie Sue grabbed his wrist, fearing he was about to bolt, and he stared at her hand, wincing.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Jesse," she said soothingly. "Nobody will hurt you. This is all between blood brothers. You can say it."

"Every night," he choked, tears suddenly streaming down his face. He wiped at them and sniffed, rubbing his nose too."

"You dream about me every night?" she asked, amazement in her voice.

He looked at her fearfully, and nodded fractionally. "J-j-just like Luthor said," he moaned.

"Skinny Dipping?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he admitted trying to jerk his wrist out of her grasp. She held on tight.

"It's okay," she said.

"Really?" The hope in his eyes shone like the sun. "You're not mad?"

"If I tell you something, you have to swear you won't ever tell anybody ever!" she said, her voice lowering conspiratorially. She looked at both boys, grabbing Luthor's wrist too. They stared at her.

"Promise!" she demanded.

They nodded, and apparently that was enough for the girl. She let go of both of them.

"After you guys saw my titties ... and you got hard and all ... I had some of that ... sexual excitement in me I think. I felt all jittery and when I got home ... I had to ... had to ... I rubbed my special spot." She looked down at the ground.

"You masturbated?" gasped Luthor in a loud whisper.

"I told you guys to rub yours ... and then I had to rub mine," she said softly. "I couldn't get to sleep until I did it."

"Wow," said Luthor. "Me too."

They looked at Jesse. He nodded, still a little fearful. "But nothing came out," he said, as if that would excuse the actions that, if adults knew he had taken - and who he was thinking about when he took them - they'd horse whip him for.

Luthor looked down at his pants with a look of almost horror on his face.

"I have to go!" he gasped. He put his hand on the growing lump in his pants.

"Are you getting hard again?" asked Johnnie Sue, the interest on her face plain, along with what most anyone would see as a look of pleasant surprise.

He nodded. "I'm sorry. It's just that when I think about you doing that ... it just happened. I'm sorry Johnnie Sue, honest!"

"It's okay," she said suddenly. "I don't mind."

They stood there for a few minutes, and Johnnie Sue said "Do you need to rub it now?"

"I think so," he moaned.

"You want me to turn around?" she asked.

"I can't do it with you here!" he yelped.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Aren't you still mad at me?" he asked, instead of answering her question.

"I guess not," she said. "I thought I'd be mad if you thought I was pretty, but I'm not. Isn't that weird?" She looked confused. "In fact, I think I might have some sexual excitement in me too, cause I feel all ..." she tapered off. Her eyes went out of focus and she stared off into the distance. Then, quite suddenly her eyes cleared and she looked from one to the other of her best friends.

"You want to do it together?" she asked.

"Do what together?" asked Luthor, his eyes widening.

"Rub," she said simply. "You rub yours and I'll rub mine."

"You'd do that?" asked Luthor, sounding like he'd just heard that a space ship had landed and little green men from Mars had climbed out to pass out ice cream.

"If we all did it at the same time, we'd still be blood brothers," she said patiently. "We'd be doing it as blood brothers."

They had done other things together as blood brothers, from fishing, to stealing apples from Thompson's orchard. They had arranged for Harvey to have flat tires together, and had decided that all three had to handle the skunk that they had trapped, and which had ended up in the Wilson's house. It suddenly seemed like the obvious solution to something that was driving them apart.

Luthor unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, pushing his underwear down to expose his already hard phallus. His hand went to it immediately, and slicked up and down in a loose grip.

"Wait for us!" squealed Johnnie Sue, and she pushed her own jeans down to her ankles, her panties soon following. Both boys stared as her wispy red colored pubes were exposed. The last time they had seen her naked was long before she had any hair there, but they hadn't paid much attention then. They had just played in the water, dunking each other and playing tag. The lips between her legs were tight and smooth, making a mere crack in the skin, and neither boy could tell there was anything but hair there. Having examined their own penises closely, they were used to seeing something sticking out down there. It looked so wrong to them, somehow, that they were almost horrified by it. At the same time they were seeing something that, after Flossie's class, now meant a great deal, and they were overwhelmed with curiosity.

"I don't see nothing there to rub," said Luthor, his voice shaky.

"It's kind of inside a little bit," said Johnnie Sue. Of the three, she was actually the least embarrassed by all this. She had seen them before, but after the health class they'd just had, their equipment was much more interesting. She looked at Jesse, who was standing frozen, his eyes wide.

"Come on, Jesse," she said. "We can't do it until you're ready."

"I c-c-c-cant," he stuttered.

Johnnie Sue hobbled over to him, and knelt in front of him. Her hands flashed to his belt and had it undone before he could even react. His hands jumped to hers, pushing at them.

"Noooo" he whimpered. "I cain't do this Johnnie Sue!"

"Yes you can," she said patiently. "We're blood brothers, and I want to rub right now, so you have to rub too."

Jesse was the youngest. He was also the only black member of the group. He was used to doing what his blood brothers said to do, and he was used to doing what white people said to do. His hands fell limp as Johnnie Sue manipulated his pants and pulled them roughly down. His penis was hard.

"See?" she said excitedly. "You're ready to rub, too. Come on Jesse."

Still he stood there, out of his league and in something like terror.

"You want me to rub it for you?" asked Johnnie Sue, and she grasped the thing in front of her.

That unfroze the boy, who jumped back, tripping as the pants tangled his legs. He went down backwards, breaking his fall automatically with his hands behind him.

"Johnnie Sue!" he yelped. "You can't do that!"

"Well, then, start rubbing," she said. Her mind was whirling. In the brief seconds she had her hand around his penis, she had felt the sensation of soft, warm and hard all at the same time. There was nothing on her body that felt like that. In fact she couldn't think of anything else in the world that felt like that. She used the same hand she had grabbed him with to slide one slim finger into the split between her legs and pulled on it, to bring pressure to that special spot, a little bump that she loved to press against. She looked down at Jesse while her face underwent a transformation from a frown to a dreamy smile. "You want to see my boobies again? Would that help?"

Just the thought of seeing her breasts galvanized Jesse, and his right hand went to his penis, to begin stroking quickly. She heard Luthor hock a lugey and turned to see the spittle in his hand as he wrapped it around his own stiff prick and started stroking just like Jesse was doing.

"How come you did that?" she asked, beginning to breathe deeply.

"It makes it slippery," he panted. "Can I see them, Johnnie Sue?"

The girl looked confused for a second and then realized what he was talking about. She stopped just long enough to unbutton her shirt and shrug it to the ground. Then her hand went back between her legs.

"This feels so gooood," she moaned.

"It sure does," panted Luthor, his eyes glued to her teen tits.

Johnnie Sue backed up, hobbling as she went.

"Where are you going?" asked Luthor, as if he was afraid she was going to disappear.

"I want to see you both," she panted.

Luthor sidestepped in small steps closer to Jesse. "Don't go," he said.

"I'm not," she panted.

Jesse was the first to feel that special feeling that a boy or man feels, an almost unbearably sweet pain along the center of the penis that demands something to sooth it. In Jesse's case, the lack of semen made that crescendo a kind of addictive agony, until suddenly, he couldn't bear to keep rubbing. Instead he squeezed as hard as he could as the tingles faded away and he suddenly felt like he couldn't lift a simple stone. He lay back on the ground, and his hand relaxed as he gasped for air. His penis wilted almost immediately.

That didn't seem odd to Johnnie Sue in the slightest. She knew what that tingle felt like, and, other than things getting a mite slipperier down there, when the wonderful feeling passed, she felt much like Jesse looked. As such, she wasn't really prepared when Luthor started making choking noises and his hand started flashing madly along the length of his stiff prick.

He arched over backward and froze, his hand close to his body as a long groan burst from his lips. The tip of his prick was plainly visible when a thin stream of something milky white burst out of the tip and arched into the air, covering a distance of three feet. It was almost immediately followed by another stream, which went half a foot less, and then a third that only went about a foot. His hand moved again, and he looked like he was milking a cow, squeezing and moving his fingers, making drips string down from the tip. The look on his face was one of pure amazement.

Johnnie Sue realized she was seeing sperm for the first time, and that set her off. Her eyes went wide and she made a keening sound, high pitched, but forced in time with her frenzied breathing. With a series of little "Eeee...eeee...eeee" sounds she felt the luscious release - she recognized it as true release now - wash over her body and make her feel limp. She staggered, trying to spread her legs for balance, but her jeans got in the way. She had to squat, instead, and her finger slipped up into her body, causing a sharp pain.

"Owwwwww," she whimpered, jerking her finger out and staring at the blood on it.

"I cut myself!" she said, disbelief in her voice. She stood up.

"Huh?" gasped Luthor, as Jesse sat up. He had been frantically looking between his penis, which had just shot stuff for the first time in his life, and Johnnie Sue's hand between her legs.

"I cut something!" she squeaked. "I'm bleeding!"

Luthor bent over and pulled up his pants and underpants together. He moved to his friend and she showed him the blood on her finger.

"I poked it inside me on accident and it hurt and there's blood," she said, sounding worried.

He bent down, peering at the spot between her legs, and she automatically spread her knees and squatted a little bit.

"I don't see anything," he said, staring at the slit that he could now see clearly. It was a deep shade of pink on the edges, but it didn't look like blood. "Are you sure?"

She shoved her finger into his face, and he smelled something he had never smelled before. In addition to that smell, there was a smear of bright red. It was definitely blood. Instead of looking back at her pussy, though, he took her hand and turned it, inspecting the finger itself. She jerked it out of his hand when she realized what he was doing.

"I didn't hurt my finger!" she said. "It hurt up inside me."

"Well, I don't see anything," he said stubbornly. "You don't have blood anywhere except on your finger."

Jesse got up and pulled his pants up too. Johnnie Sue pushed Luthor back from her and bent to get her pants and panties up. She felt the sore of an injury inside her as she moved around.

"It still hurts up in there. I think I hurt something." she said worriedly, reaching for her shirt and shrugging back into it.

"Well, whatever it is, it don't bleed much," said Luthor. Suddenly he grinned. "That's the very first time anything ever came out of mine. Thanks, Johnnie Sue."

"What for?" she asked, bending over to get her shirt and slip back into it.

"For making us do that. That was the coolest thing I think I ever done."

Her face got animated. "It was fun, wasn't it. I couldn't believe it when that stuff shot out of your root. Didn't that hurt?"

"No!" he gushed. "There isn't anything in the whole world that ever felt as good as that."

Johnnie Sue turned to Jesse. "How about you, Jesse? Did you have fun too?"

He shook his head. "If'n my folks ever found out I did that I'd get a whippin' that would just about kill me," he said. Then he smiled, shyly. "It sure was fun, though."

Johnnie Sue felt an almost overwhelming feeling for her two best friends, and she reached out and pulled them both against her, one with each arm.

"You guys are the best friends anybody could ever have," she said, squeezing them both as they grinned.

"Even if we want to have sex with you?" asked Luthor.

Johnnie Sue pushed them both away and whirled around.

"Where's a stick?" she shouted. "I need me a stick to whack a couple of nasty boys with!"

She spied a broken branch on the ground and darted for it. Both boys whooped and started running. She paced them, staying just out of reach with the stick, which would have snapped had she actually hit them with it. But she yelled and whooped and swung, threatening them both as they laughed and darted this way and that, always coming back together to run, side by side, best of friends.

Eventually they had to split up to go their separate ways.

"You guys want to meet me at the creek tonight?" asked a panting Johnnie Sue. She tossed the stick to the ground.

"You want to go fishing?" asked Luthor.

"I thought maybe swimming," she said softly. "An hour after supper?"

"O-kay!" both boys shouted together, bouncing with excitement.

All of them knew, somehow, there would be no swim suits involved in the swimming that night.

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