We had been grade B Dairy farmers from before i can remember. I had no social skills, none and afraid of trying to make it in this big urban high school. I was stronger, but not bigger or faster (nor smarter). So was constantly challenged to an honor fight. I had to get hit to learn how to hit. I always felt sorry for my opponent, and had to be hit before getting enough anger to fight. So i was not much fun, but an easy challenge, because if you thought to better yourself on me, i was there to help, with no concept of their egos.

Two neighbor girls, same age group, palled with me and my only brother that summer before school started. They were starting HS same time with me and were lots of help in getting me started. Both smart girls, and liked educating us. I needed all the help i could get and worshiped them both. That first summer before school started, we had only been there a month. I had been sick and was standing in the front room with 10 X 6 foot open bay window, a watching TV. I had fixed a red bag enema and was loving on it, gently squeezing some of it in. No shirt,, but had Jeans on with the hose emerging up from the front of my pants. The oldest and of the two girls, She surprised me, i surprised her T00! She put both hands straight up, waving in the air like, what are you doing. After we just stare back and forth a few times, she marches for the door and pounds to come in. I hold the bag behind me, hose winding around beside one leg. Me,, "Did you want to help me with my reading?" 🙂 Her, NO, "What do you think you are doing?" She was interested in nursing and there i was! Quickly she moved me away from the big window and into the kitchen. She asks, (I will never forget!) "Is it goood?" Of course it was, and as she said that, her index finger tugged up on my enema hose as it appeared from the top of my Jeans. We were both 14. I did not know what to think, nor what she might be either. So just let her take the lead, after all i am the new comer. She explained her intent to go to nursing school and wondered if we could explore this in secret, explaining that i must be seriously modest about these things, and not breath a word, or we "aer" through, done, dead meat. (borrowing some of my accent) . The red bag was laying on the floor behind me and was bulging again. She retrieves it and holds it to my chest saying, "Give me a kiss, you clod!" As i bent to give her a peck, she jumps me and squashes the red bag between us for all she was worth. I automatically catch her and hold her tight, too. French me, she demands, running her searching tongue through my open lips, nearly gagged me trying to tickle my tonsils. I groaned and grabbed her better to stabilize my legs. She just held on, continuing to press it into me, and raking her tongue back and forth against the roof of my mouth, giving me the message with no mistake. "My ass was hers". I could not form words even if i tried to speak, so i made a swallowing motion as too try and swallow her tongue. She held me tighter, in defense. I let go of her tongue and moaned loudly for her. She hopped off and the bag hit the floor again. She picked it up and tugged at the hose as to say, follow me. Leading me back toward the bath and bed rooms, she asked to see my tummy. She had no idea of the mini-monster that would jump out. In a hurry to get onto the pot, i just dropped my pants that had been bracing that nozzle, and grabbed it before it blew. Of course my boner bounced out and seemed to leap at her. "Oh gads, you are nasty!" she screamed and ran out the house.