Three Scenes

Scene 3: Explicit



Carly was only 12. Unravished by age, but not so innocent as one would believe. She was perched on the brink of sexual awakening, and a whole world of experience spread out before her. On this particular sunny summer afternoon, she was taking a swim in her family's backyard pool, when, as yet unbeknownst to her, the soon-to-be abductor of her virginity entered the scene. He was Johnny, cool Johnny, a friend of Carly's older brother, Charlie. His presence regularly made Carly uncomfortable, but not in an unwelcome sense. The way he looked at her, it stoked a fire within the young girl, a fire she knew not how to control.



Johnny and Charlie stepped onto the patio, spotting the girl in the pool. They took a seat at the table nearby and began chatting. Carly was nervous. Johnny had sunglasses on, but she knew he was watching her. She was flattered, as she did indeed have a crush on him, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it, because he was older, and he was her brother's friend. It would be too awkward to explain to everyone, were something to happen between them. So she attempted to coyly ignore him, but it was difficult to hide her feelings.



Carly was ready to get out of the pool, so she mustered the confidence and climbed out the side. Dripping wet, she casually strolled past the table where Johnny and her brother sat. Charlie spoke, "you don't have to get out on account of us." She replied, "oh, that's alright, I was ready to get out anyway." Then Johnny caught her off guard with his remark, "that's a cute swimsuit, Carly." She blushed. Desperate to gain the upper hand, she playfully stuck her tongue out at him and then stomped off to the guesthouse, to rinse off in the shower.



Inside, she peeled off her swimsuit and started the shower. Peeking out the window, she watched Johnny and her brother preparing for a swim. Standing inside the window naked, watching Johnny peel off his shirt, Carly was overcome with an animal passion. This was like fantasy turned to reality for her. She began rubbing herself to assuage the fire within, but that only encouraged it. She watched while the two guys swam about the pool, laughing and roughhousing. But when her brother climbed out and started towards the guesthouse, Carly became aware of herself, and alarmedly hopped into the shower. Charlie came into the building, and shouted out to Carly, "I'm just grabbing a couple towels." Carly shouted acknowledgement. And then he was gone again.



After a good rinse, Carly shut off the shower and started drying herself off. She peeked out the window again. The two guys were back at the table chatting again, this time in just their damp swim trunks. Glancing Johnny over, she became warm again. A strange feeling came over her. She felt like doing something risky. She looked over at her swimsuit, casually discarded on the towel rack, and a smile came to her face. She wrapped the towel tight about her body and walked out, leaving the guesthouse and returning to the patio. The swimsuit was still on the towel rack.



Instead of just passing by the guys or exchanging taunts and pleasantries, she took a seat at the table with them. "How was the shower?" Johnny asked. "Good," she replied quickly, with a blush. Her brother asked her about a school project she had been working on, and the conversation took off. After a short while, Carly completely forgot she was naked under her towel. That is, until Johnny stood up, saying he had to take a leak - in his parlance - and trotted off towards the guesthouse. Then Carly got really nervous. She knew she should get out of there, go back into the main house, but in her state, she couldn't think of an excuse to cut off the conversation with her brother. And part of her wanted Johnny to know. And wanted to see how he would react. Besides, Charlie couldn't possibly know. So it would be like a sexy little secret between her and Johnny. That was enough to convince her to sit it out.



Johnny came back shortly, without any obvious mark in his expression or behavior to indicate that he had seen Carly's swimsuit still on the towel rack. But he knew. The first thing he said was, "hey Carly, you should have a swim with us," and his smile twisted into a knowing smirk. Carly blushed heavier than before. "No, I've swum enough today. I don't want my skin to get all pruney." He teased her, "oh yeah? I'd like to see that - it'd probably be an improvement." "Either way, my skin's still nicer than yours will ever be." She stuck her tongue out at him again. He challenged her, "is that for me?"



Charlie broke in, "come on now, you two, enough with the flirting." Carly aimed an expression of shock at her brother, but Johnny only smiled slyly. "Anyway, I gotta go to the store and pick up some snacks for tonight. You coming, Johnny?" "Nah, I'll wait for you here. I gotta get my tan on," Johnny said sarcastically, with a mocking glance at Carly. "Alright, fine, but don't bother my little sister." She chimed in, "you don't need to worry about me." "Yeah, yeah," Johnny affirmed. Charlie left with a chuckle.



With the two of them alone together, Carly bluntly broached the subject, "I know you know." With a smile, Johnny replied, "I know." To which he added a reiteration of his earlier suggestion. "Now do you wanna take that swim?" "Are you kidding!? What if my mom sees us from the house?" "Oh, so you are interested." Carly blushed yet again, "maybe." Johnny teased, "I'm going back to the guesthouse, and I'm gonna take your swimsuit and hide it so you can't put it back on." Carly was shocked at this, and thus late in following Johnny as he dashed towards the guesthouse. Her towel slipped open at the bottom as she ran, but she kept onward. Inside, Johnny wasn't in the bathroom, but sitting on the bed, watching her entrance.



Embarrassed, Carly quickly pulled her towel tightly about herself, her cheeks now bright red. Johnny reassured her, "don't be embarrassed. You've got a beautiful body. Come here, have a seat next to me." Excited and uncertain, Carly slowly walked over to the bed, and sat down beside Johnny. "Hey, I wanna show you a trick. I promise you'll love it." Carly was lost in the intoxicating proximity of the guy she had fantasized about so many times. She swallowed slowly. Johnny placed his hand gently on Carly's thigh, and slowly moved it over the towel and up her body. He undid the towel's knot between Carly's underdeveloped breasts and let it fall. Then he placed his palm on her soft skin and traveled the contours of her young body.



Carly was getting very hot. Johnny gently put force into his touch, slowly pushing Carly backward onto the bed. He bent backward with her, and whispered into her ear, "you don't have to do a thing. Just lie there and relax. If you want me to stop, just say so. I'll be very gentle." Carly nodded bashfully as Johnny straddled her. He kissed her lips gently, and then traced his own along the highways of Carly's nakedness. From cheek to chin, from chin to neck, neck to collarbone, collarbone to those tiny mounds. Her nipples hardened under Johnny's tongue, and she sighed with pleasure. Johnny continued southward, kissing her ribcage, her belly button, and slowly advancing upon her yet bald pleasure central. He grabbed hold of Carly's hips, and slowly, gently moved her towards the edge of the bed. He was kneeling by the side of the bed now, with his target in front of him. He caressed Carly's slender legs and placed her thighs over his shoulders. His face moved in closer, and he began stimulating the girl's tender region with his tongue. She shuddered warmly in response.



Then they heard the gate outside shut with a click, and a voice called out, "Johnny?" Johnny pulled his face out from between Carly's thighs and swore, "shit!" Carly quickly sat up and wrapped the towel around her shoulders. Her heart was racing. Johnny told her to sit still and stay quiet. He went back out onto the patio just in time to stop Carly's brother from entering the guesthouse. Johnny greeted him, "back so soon? I barely had time to take a leak." A look of suspicion crossed Charlie's face. "Again?" Johnny faltered. Charlie continued, "the car won't start. You're gonna have to give me a lift." "Shit...alright." Charlie looked at him sideways. "Hey where'd Carly go?" Johnny answered coolly, "back inside." "Guess she doesn't like you as much as you like her, huh?" There was teasing in Charlie's voice. Only barely betraying his feelings, Johnny responded casually, "shut up." The two walked away. Just inside the guesthouse, Carly stood with her ear pressed against the door, her cheeks once again flushed with red. It looked like she had a fantastic summer to look forward to!