The neighborhood kids all went swimming at the same time on summer days. Me and the girl across the street and up a few houses conspired to stay home and meet at our house, since both my parents were working. The idea was to explore the French Kiss technique for future days, as we were starting high school next. We needed to be ready, we reasoned. That went well, though we both found it less than what we expected. At the neighborhood pool again, we were bouncing along in the water and and wondering if we might try it again, but warned she would not allow me to get fresh, meaning just kissing, no foundling, it's too dangerous. So we did, meet again after the others all grouped up and walked away for the pool. Knock, knock almost before they were all gone! We kissed and held tight. A couple more fine kisses and she looked to me for like, "got something to eat?" Dumb me with absolutely no social skills what so ever, thought i needed to figure something out, to accelerate the fun, without getting fresh with her. Thinking about each exploring the other in some way safe, i explained that we had an enema bag and hose and it might be safe enough. While it was rolling around in her searching mind, i took her face and kissed with that tongue reaching her tonsils and curling upward. She returned the kiss and sort of just shrugged her shoulders. "Want to see where they hide it?" and i kissed an ear. She asked for a little glass o f milk. We all loved milk, and her girlfriend's dad was our milk man. We were allowed to pester him when he came around and he would chip off ice for us when he had time. So naturally, milk was a social drink for us but, we did not know we were being social. While she was sipping her little glass full, i led the way to show it to her. She followed and took interest, with health discussions. While standing and displaying it, i turned and held her tight. she turned her lips up for one of those "practice" kisses. Normally we kept our eyes open while practicing, yet i noticed she closed hers and pressed curiously, or differently on me.. Catching her breath, she blurted out, "Under all the folded bath towels?" / "Handy yet hidden!" was my curt reply. And asked if i might walk her home. Let's meet the others outside, on their way back was her better idea. So we tucked things away and made the place tidy. Going out the back door and out the fence, we met them all down the street. Following swim times, she kept to the other girls. After a week, walking back, she slipped me a note: "Teach me, or i teach you?"
Keeping up with the Jones's, we got a party line phone service. I set up a time to practice reading & math with her dad at her place. Her dad drilled us with practical math problems and the tables as well. We settled into reading aloud to each other, knowing we were both a bit scared of starting high school. We rode the bus together, but kept separate friends at school. She slipped me a note saying, Thanks Giving coming up soon,, followed by four question marks. I studied that bit of paper and even slept with it.
I slipped her a note:
"Yes, me or you????" Her next note, "????" My response, "Teacher, teacher!" & with a stick drawing of a kid holding his hand high in the air. Her reply was with a better drawing of a hand giving the, "You come here." signal. I slept with that note too, and replied, "Well you are the artist!" And she: "I plan to be." Then i remembered, the whole kissing idea was first hers, as well. And so this must be more like that, maybe. I had gotten a job after school, cleaning up a dime store, sidewalk and display windows. To advance the situation, i bought us a cream colored fountain douche box with two pipes and a fairly short hose. A block from school, i gave her a note with that receipt, saying, "It's ready!" She slid her finger tips under my thigh as the bus was slowing to turn in. I turned to look into her face. She closed her eyes and looked away, but i could see she was blushing. That gave me a boner i was not ready for and could feel the heat in my own face, too.