The Adventures Of Carly
Part 2
By August
Here is the second part of my story, the sexual history of Carly. If you like, please write me with your feedback, any questions or comments.
The next Friday night, my friend Sally slept over. We did our homework together, as we often did. We were both good students. However, this time was different. After I noticed her in the locker room a few days earlier, I thought of her in a new way. I kept staring at her, her developing body. I desired her. I knew I had to have her. I just wasn’t sure how to go about it.
The Vietnamese girl was so pretty. Like I wrote about before, she was growing tits already. They were just like little puffs on her chest. I was so envious! She had long beautiful black hair. She was two inches taller than me. She was a little chubby, but not too bad. She wore glasses too.
We finished our work. We started playing some of my records, our favorite groups, Duran Duran and Thompson Twins. When we were listening to them, she said, “Hey Carly. I forgot to say, you’re invited to my birthday party next month. I mean of course you’re invited.” “Thanks Sally! Yeah, I know. We are best friends.” She smiled back at me. She said, “I can’t believe I’m gonna be twelve. We are getting so old.”
Then I asked, “But, who else are you gonna invite?” Neither of us had many other friends. She nodded and said, “I don’t know. I mean, my parents, my sister and brother, and some cousins. I know, it’s kinda lame.” “Oh, don’t worry. We will have fun.” I always liked her family.
Then she said, “Oh, do you think I could invite your brother?” “Aaron? Why do you want that dork at your party?” I actually knew she had a crush on him for a while. “Um, well I guess I could ask him. But Sally, There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you about. About him.” Her eyes showed interest, as she would about anything related to him. “Sure Carly. What is it?”
I told her the whole story, about what happened between my brother and me just a few days earlier. She seemed shocked, understandably. Her eyes practically bulged out of her head. When I finished telling it, we were both silent for like a minute.
“Oh my god! I don’t believe it! You did it with your own brother!” “That’s right.” I responded. “I fucked him.” “Carly!” She exclaimed. “Don’t say that bad word!” “Oh c’mon. It’s a fun word.” She looked at me for a second, and said softly, “Fuck.” We both laughed.
Then I said, “I have to go to the bathroom. Come on.” We went to the bathroom together, as us girls do. I pulled my jean shorts and panties off, and sat on the toilet. She looked at her hair in the mirror, as I peed. I noticed her sneaking little glances at me as I was pissing. I wiped, and zipped up.
“Do you have to go?” I asked. “Uh, sure.” She was wearing a pink skirt. She pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet to do it. I decided to look at her some more, this time not hiding my interest. “Carly, what are you doing?” “I just want to look at you. Is it okay? It’s just that, you have such a nice body. Can I watch you pee?” “Oh, well I guess that’s okay.”