We were 14 the summer of 1957. Dad and mom folded up the farm and a neighboring farmer was using our barn and fields. They bought a 3 bed room one bath for $13,000 in the San Francisco Bay area, 3 hours from the old place. And a neighbor girl latched onto mom right off. Angie & I rode the school bus and held each other’s hand on the first day, not so sure about starting high school. She introduced me to her friend Liz and we ate our sandwiches together. They went way back to the first grade and even first day of school.. Problem was they were in advanced classes and I was in remedial classes. So they kept it simple for me and said I made them feel safe.
So the day of agreeable situations had arrived and here we were in Angie’s home, sort of getting into mischief, from my point of view, while they pretended I was to help calm Angie’s frustrations with her brother. They had talked it up among themselves and out of the clear, called me with a coded message.
Angie had stepped out of her panties with her friend Liz giving me the eyebrow and wink, as she handed me a douche nozzle. I stuck it between my eyes, against my forehead and looked cross-eyed. They squealed and giggled, “Filler Up!” almost simultaneously. That was a popular saying at gas stations, back then. Going into their kitchen, all was set to go and they had made a pallet on the floor with a cushion for her head and another for her hips with a towel under and over them. She offered me her hand and I kissed it, to which she kneeled, raised the back of her dress and neatly draped the front over her knees as she got situated. I gave her enema to her friend, when she raised her hand again to bring me down to her repose. She pointed toward the wall at a can of bacon grease with a nice smoky aroma and eased her dress hem just above her knees in an inviting way. I was like a deer staring into headlights. She drew me in for a kiss and I comfortably slid my left hand up inside her leg. She raised her knees and kept my lips near hers. I found something most wonderful and petted her perfect vertical smile. Liz showed us the grease can and held it out for me to use. But Angie pulled me in for another kiss before I could get to it. She Frenched me deeply and tickled under my top lip as we had done over a month ago. Again Liz shoved the can at us and Angie allowed me to wet my fingers with it for her bottom. Avoiding what was already dripping, I found the upper area of her heyenny and worked back and forth, not quite contacting her needy exit. Liz could see her closed eyes n open mouth and blurted, “Is it good?” As Angie went to respond, I circled her rose bud twice, quickly. She almost strangled and coughed hard. My goose finger rested on it, pulsing tenderly, requesting entry. Catching her breath, she began to pant and raised her hips upward. I followed her upward and she sank back, squirmed onto my greasy goosser. Oh, oh, she panted and swallowed hard. As she relaxed I could feel her tasting her teaser. As her pulsing waned, I eased the other 2/3 of my finger into her readied receiver and she moaned, “UuuuHhhhhh.” Then Liz, “Well, I guess that’s a yes then,,,” pinching her own nipple with a grimace. I left it still, up in there, with only a slight occasional twitch to get a kiss to my finger. The phone started ringing and Liz spoke to her mother, requesting she come straight home to prepare the evening meal with her. I eased out of Angie and closed the door behind Liz. I picked up the bulging red bag and asked if it be best we try it out now. Angie, “Yes, but our time is gone. Just show me what’s in your pants. ” As I obliged her request, I raised my shirt and arched back for her. “Holy Smoke, I had no idea!” She declared. “That’s why we need to be careful.” I explained. “Try to think sweet enema thoughts often and bringing Liz is good measure too. I hope we can all pick this up together somewhere after school again. It kind of makes school worth the torture. James is about to understand some manners, I’m afraid.” I raised her up by her hand, handing her, her panties. As she stepped back into them, I moved behind her and felt her tummy, tracing her colon, up and around over her sweet belly button. She got the message and responded, “MmmmHhhhmm…”