Sexy Fun Times/Five/Girl/Breakfast/Jenny
Jenny's mother is really nice. She is quite small but the sort of person that makes you pay attention when she speaks. She has dark, almost black hair cut short and always wears big earrings. She lets you in and sends you upstairs. "I'm expecting someone in a minute, so please keep the noise down," she says.
She works for a charity that helps people with money. She goes through all their cards and stuff and tells them how to get it sorted out. The doorbell rings and she lets someone in. There is a conversation and she calls Jenny. "This is Rory," she says, pointing at a red-haired boy, about ten years old. "Is it okay if he comes up for an hour while I talk to his mum?"
Rory comes into the bedroom looking around. We sit on the bed, looking at him. He looks okay, thin and gangly, with knobbly knees sticking out of a pair of rather dirty shorts. He took his shoes off at the door, so his feet are bare and a bit grubby. "hello," he says.
Jenny introduces you both and then no one says anything for a while. "It's, err, a nice room," he says, eventually, still standing in the middle of the carpet. You all start talking about schools and stuff and he tells you that he hasn't got a dad. "I don't either," Jenny says and you talk about that for a bit. Then, out of the blue, he says "Have either of you ever seen a boy's willy?"
When we shake our heads, he asks if we want to see his. We look at each other and giggle. This is turning a bit weird. "Why," you ask.
He shrugs. "Girls don't got one. I thought you'd like to see mine. But only if you want to, and you gotta promise not to tell anyone."
Jenny jabs you with her elbow. "Go on," she whispers.
He pulls the front of his shorts down and it pops out. It's not as long as a pencil, but quite a bit thicker. He stands there, facing us, holding it in his hand. "What do you think," he asks. We both shrug. ""You can touch it if you want."
He moves closer and we both realise that he really wants us to touch it. You poke it with a finger, but Jenny grabs it and gives it a squeeze. "How does it get stiff like that," she asks.
"Summat to do with blood, it blows it up like a balloon. Can I see yours?"
"Girls don't have willies," Jenny says, scornfully.
""I know that. Girls have pussies. Will you show me yours?"
"What's a pussy, you ask, although you already guessed."
"It's what girls have instead of a willy."
"You want to see ours," Jenny says. "Why?"
He goes a bit pink. "I dunno, jus curiosity."
"That killed the cat," Jenny says with a nervous giggle. Then you both burst out laughing.
"Woss so funny," Rory says, looking cross.#
"Cat,pussy, pussy cat," you splutter. You look at Jenny. "Whatchoo think?"
Like you, Jenny is wearing shorts and a T-shirt. You both stand up, pull your shorts and knickers down together and stand there with them round your ankles.
Rory looks down. "Can you sit on the bed and open your legs so I can see better," he asks. You both sit down, blushing a bit because he was looking at their private places.
"I still can't see," he complains.
With a sigh, you free one foot and open your legs so that he can get a good look. Jenny does the same. Rory has got his hand wrapped around his willy and is sliding it back and forth quite fast, and suddenly he makes a gasping noise and his whole body shudders like Amy Johnston did when she had a fit that day.
"Are you all right," you ask. He nods and pulls his shorts back up. He seems to have lost interest so you and Jenny get dressed as well. "What was that about," Jenny says.
"I cummed," Rory says.
"What's cummed," you ask.
He looks superior. "You're too little to unnerstand."
A few moments later his mother calls and he is gone.