The sexual adventures of Lacey and Ricky – Chapter 2 by Piglet838

Chapter 2: Lots of firsts with Ricky

Picture it. School was out, and it was summer vacation. All my friends were having sleepovers and pool parties. Since I lived out on a farm, I was not able to be with my friends much. The weather was hot. I had been hanging out quite a bit lately with my childhood friend who was our closest neighbor. He was in my class at school and his name was Ricky. We had been playing together since we were still in diapers. Sometimes we hung out together in a treehouse Ricky and I had built together, went fishing, riding bikes and swimming.

We swam in the creek, most times nude, since we were six years old. We had begun to develop before last summer, but that just made it more interesting. We were both curious. I loved to look at his dick, and wondered what it would be like to have one of those. He had a nice patch of hair just above it, about like the patch above my pussy. Sometimes I caught a glimpse of his balls and marveled at the wrinkled sack they were in.

I was more brave than he was, or maybe it was my incurable curiosity. When Ricky undressed to go swimming or came up out of the water I would stare, trying to take it all in. He did not seem embarrassed about his body, but he was shy about looking at me. Occasionally I caught him looking at my little boobs, but he would look away when I turned to him.

Once, coming out of the water, he mentioned that he had to pee. I screwed up my courage and asked if I could watch. He said “sure”. We walked a few steps from the creek, he stopped and took his member in his hand. He stood there a little while, and soon he had a stream shooting out about five feet. When the last dribbles quit coming out, he shook it a little and said “well, that’s it.” He did not seem self conscious at all. Since Ricky was shy about checking me out, I asked if he wanted to see me pee. He said “yes, I would like that a lot.” I walked over to a tree and squatted down. “You will want to get down real low if you are to see well.” I realized that he had probably never seen a pussy up close before, so before I started to pee, I spread my lips a little and tipped my hips out. He looked embarrassed, but watched eagerly with his mouth ajar. It looked as though his dick was getting bigger, now. But I didn’t understand why.

From that time on, that became our thing; to watch each other pee when we went swimming in the creek. There was something about that act, watching someone who is completely nude go pee. It is an act of true vulnerability. It was almost like having sex with someone. It bound us together in some deep, spiritual way. But we never touched each other’s nude bodies, though sometimes I wanted to. I wondered what it would feel like to hold his prick in my hand.

I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend yet, and we never thought of ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend. We had just been childhood friends. It was only natural to be together since we were the same age, neighbors and had played together for years. None of my friends admitted that they were into boys yet. Everyone at school thought we were best friends. They knew we hung out a lot, both at school, and meeting up after school. But they didn’t know we had a dirty little secret. We were best friends, but we were also so much more.

Ricky and I realized we had similar curiosities when we were at a classmates birthday party together. We were playing an innocent game of hide and seek. When it was time to hide, I ran down the hall to hide in a closet under the stairs. Turns out Ricky picked the same spot to hide as I did. I gave him heck and told him to go hide somewhere else, but he didn’t have time as the seeker was almost done counting. So we had no choice but to hide there, our bodies pressed together. The closet was dark, and small. As he brushed past me to find a spot to sit, he also brushed my boob. There was an immediate tingle to my little pussy. He apologized, but I told him, “it’s OK” I said. “Truth is I liked it.” He didn’t have a chance to respond, because the closet door burst open and we were found. I remember the flabbergasted look on his face, like what do you mean you liked it???

And that was how our adventures began. We hung out more and more every day. I knew why he wanted to hang out. He wanted to explore, and so did I. We snuck around often, meeting at secluded places, really anywhere we could get some alone time. I was still a virgin, and so was he. Ricky was just as horny, and just as curious as I was. So really we were good for each other at that time. I wanted to get in some sexual experience with him, and he wanted the same thing.

In the beginning, we spent a lot of time looking at porn. I would borrow girly mags from my older brother when I could get them. We would flip through the pages together, cover to cover, in awe of what we saw. Ricky was always adjusting his pants. I could see his erection grow, and his pants stand at attention. This was a new nugget of information for me. It was exciting to see him become aroused. It wasn’t long before we began exploring. We started off with kissing. It was awkward at first, but after some practice, our technique improved, and it was arousing. He would tell me what felt good, and I would tell him. I began to study the technique in movies and on TV. I wanted to be an expert kisser.

Sometimes we just stood embracing and holding each other tight. He was just about an inch taller than me. It somehow made me feel secure and loved. Sometimes we would pretend to slow dance. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but it felt good to try. We did our school work together, but could hardly wait to get it done and move on to more stimulating activities.

We both grew bolder and more comfortable with each other and realized we wanted the same things. We moved on to exploring other parts of each other’s body, including regions that lay under our clothes. We discovered that it was exciting to remove the other’s clothing and then to have our own clothes removed. Neither one of us was shy about the other seeing or touching any part of our bodies.

Ricky was the first boy to fondle my boobs and play with my nipples. I remember the jolt of electricity that sent to my pussy. I liked my nipples being gently pinched and sucked. I learned this quite early on when I played solo. I used to long to have someone else play with my tits and suck on them, and now it was coming true! I told him how wet I got down there when he played with my nipples, so of course he wanted to see for himself, and I was totally ready to show him. Sometimes during our exploring, he would have his cock out of his jeans. He said it felt good to have it hanging out like that. Now I had my chance to handle a boy’s dick. Sometimes I would give it a squeeze or pull gently on it. I asked him if it hurt and he assured me that it felt nice. I was surprised at how tough it was. Then he let me know that the red tip was very sensitive, just like my clit. It was fun having someone to experiment with. We explored each other’s bodies, trying to find out what brought pleasure. He helped take care of my sexual needs and curiosity.

We learned that touching different parts of our bodies brought pleasure. We explored this fact with great relish. It was fun to give pleasure to the other and also to receive pleasure. We were comfortable communicating what felt good and how we liked to be touched. We spoke to each other about things that we could never talk about with anyone else.

We naturally progressed to heavy petting. Ricky was the first boy to give me an orgasm. He learned to play with my clit, rolling it around and teasing it with well lubed fingers. He loved rubbing the wetness from my little pussy all over my clit. It felt so good to have someone else’s hands down there besides my own. At first he was a little clumsy, but in time his technique improved. I told him what felt good and we were learning together. We seemed to have a special, intuitive connection in that way. Inspiration also came from looking at my brother’s porn magazine. I even started shaving my pussy, though I left a little hair. It was in a strip just above my pussy, like some of the models. I never allowed Ricky to put his fingers inside of me, though. I was too small and I was afraid he would break something. Maybe I would let Ricky do that one day, but not yet.

Ricky’s cock was the first real man’s cock I had ever seen. When I put my hands on it, I was surprised at how big it really was. I couldn’t understand how that thing could fit inside my tiny vagina. That scared me a little and excited me at the same time. Sometimes I would bend down and kiss the tip. Sometimes it would jump a little when I kissed it. Ricky said that it jumped like that on its own and that he couldn’t help it. For now all we wanted to do was explore each other and give pleasure.

I learned how to jerk him off. He said he had been doing that on his own for some time now. He walked me through it, telling me what felt good. How to spit on it to keep it wet, how much pressure to use, how to keep a good pace, and how to twist my hand at the head of his cock. I remember the first time that I jerked him off, I thought he was peeing when I saw precum come out of his dick and it grossed me out a little. He assured me it wasn’t pee, and I kept going. It didn’t take him long to cum. Just before he would cum, his dick would get even bigger and the tip would turn almost blue. His balls would draw up and then the spasms would begin. I was amazed at the amount of goo that spurt out from his penis. Watching Ricky’s face grimace when he ejaculated, I was at first afraid that I had hurt him. When he was spent, he cuddled me, kissed me, and showed his appreciation. I was fascinated by the whole process and it was tremendously gratifying to know that I could give him so much pleasure. It also gave me a feeling of power to be able to do that.

I was fascinated with Ricky’s balls. Sometimes they hung down pretty low and then they would draw up and the sack got real wrinkled. I tried to squeeze them, but Ricky let me know not to try that. He said that they were very fragile and hurt if they were squeezed or got banged around. They felt pretty hard to me.

Ricky and I couldn’t get enough of one another. We were a perfect pair at that time of our lives, so horny and so curious. I never felt dirty doing the things we were doing. Even though I suspected none of my friends were doing these things. I couldn’t tell them, they would think I was a slut. Maybe I was, and I was OK with that.

Ricky and I continued for weeks and then months. The summer was over and school was back in session. We didn’t have as much time together, but we made use of the time we did have. Sometimes we would be busy with other things or I would be on my period and we would be apart for a few days. When we got back together again we were hotter than ever. After some time of practicing with our hands, we eventually moved on to oral sex.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. We had been talking about it for days. The thought of It kinda grossed me out. Putting his “thing” in my mouth, but it also excited me at the same time. There were lots of pictures of this going on in my brother’s magazines. I don’t know if I was more excited for him to go down on me, or for me to go down on him. We finally both agreed that we were going to try it. We met at our tree house after school one day. I stole some porn magazines from my brother’s room, and stuffed them into the bottom of my backpack. We wanted to get some ideas and see how it was done. My panties were soaked by the end of the school day, with the anticipation of what we were going to do after school. As soon as we got up in the tree house, Ricky threw his backpack into the corner, and unzipped his pants. Before I could even think, he was standing in front of me, pants around his knees, and a hard-on in my face. “Do you want to suck it?” he asked. “You bet I do!” I replied. He seemed to be inspired by my enthusiasm. He grabbed both sides of my head, and started putting his cock to my lips. “Suck it” he said. “Go on, put it in your mouth. You know you want to!”

And just like that, I came.

Ricky looked super confused. We both were. He hadn’t even put his cock in my mouth yet, and here I was cumming. It was too much for me. The anticipation, the forcefulness of his hands, and the way he talked. That was the day I realized I liked being submissive. I liked being told what to do, and I liked feeling dirty and bad.

We did eventually end up exploring a lot with oral sex. He practiced getting me off. Licking my little clit, running his tongue up and down my wet furrow, and sucking on my inner lips. I asked him if my cunt didn’t taste gross to him. He said, “not really. It tastes kind of musky with just a hint of salt.” I always washed up before our oral episodes and so did he. He loved watching me scrub my kitty out. But as much as I loved the feeling of an oral orgasm, I still preferred performing oral sex on him. The feel of his cock in my mouth, how wet it made my pussy.

Over the weeks, I practiced some techniques. Ricky would tell me what felt good and what didn’t. How fast to go, and how to swirl my tongue. I could make him cum well enough with oral, but I was unable to swallow his cum. The taste and texture were not to my liking. I would try to sense when he was about to cum and then finish him off with my hands. Once, he came suddenly into my mouth without warning. I enjoyed the feeling of his cock pulsing in my mouth, but the taste and texture of his jizz was hard for me to take. I waited for him to finish, and spit it out as soon as he was done.

We were learning together. I was excited at our new found adventures, and I wanted to keep playing and having fun with Ricky. It seemed like the more we explored, the hornier I got, and the more I wanted to try. But I had never imagined where our next adventure would take us.