Screwing Around

Back when we’re little, we hadn’t heard the L word. Boys weren’t even calling each other fags, or anything gay.

Honestly, the worst insult was “Girl.” As in “Don’t be such a girl,” but I’m not going to lecture you on the misogynism of the patriarchy, now.

I looked up to boys, so I wanted to be like more them. Dress like them, cuss, and spit. Get in fights, and play sports, but they wouldn’t let me. Because I was a girl, but a tomboy. That’s what they called it back then, when nowadays we call it “Butch.”

I didn’t cut my hair, but I put it up. I got really good at braiding it, so it didn’t get caught in branches, stomping through the woods, climbing trees, and rolling around in leaf piles in the fall. That’s where I met Claire, I’d seen her around, and she was another Tomboy, so I looked up to her.

The groundskeepers all raked the leaves together in the school yard, to mulch them up with the mowers, but we all ran over to play in them as soon as they left. It was windy, so the leaves blew away from us throwing them in the air, and jumping in them. So, they yelled at us to “Get away from there!” To rake them all up, and mulch them with the mower, while we went back to the playground.

“Oh!” We’re disappointed, but Claire followed me, and introduced herself. “I’m Claire.” I shook her hand, and she squeezed it, when I said “I’m Sammy.”

“Isn’t that a boy’s name?” She squinted at me, but I shook my head. It’s short for Samantha, but that got us talking about boys, and how mean they are, because they wouldn’t let us play with them, or have any fun. Except for the leaf pile, and the playground, those weren’t boy/girl things, but I did most of the complaining.

She laughed, and egged me on, but then my mom showed up, and I had to go home for dinner. I made a friend, and she was all I wanted to talk about. Because she was older, 11, and in 6th grade. Really cool, big, and strong, but I didn’t really develop a crush on her. I didn’t have a schoolgirl crush on anyone, but she started hanging out with me at school.

Walking me home after school, and even babysat for me when mom had to go out, and run errands. So, she didn’t have to come pick me up, stop by the grocery store on the way, and Claire took me out to spend the money on me.

So, we dated, but she didn’t tell me we’re dating. We went out to watch movies, but Action movies, instead of “Chick Flicks,” because we weren’t that kind of girl. I guess my favorite was The Sandlot, because they had Wendy Peffercorn in it, but there was just the 2 of us. So we could only play catch, pitcher and batter, but we couldn’t get a team together for baseball, or softball.

She was a much better pitcher, but I got so I could hit the ball. I was pretty proud of myself, even though I couldn’t knock it out of the park. Finally, as we got older, the boys got older too, and started using more adult language. Instead of “Crap,” it was “Shit,” and instead of “Screw,” it was “Fuck!”

Somebody even wrote fuck everywhere, and I just blushed. Giggled quietly, because I knew it was a dirty word, and even had some inkling that it had something to do with sex. Straight sex, though they called each other “Homo,” all I knew was that ment cock sucking buttfucking fags. I still didn’t know that girls could be gay, and bisexuality didn’t really exist, in pop culture.

Even though there was Jon Bon Jovi, George Michael, Mike Hutchence, and even Kurt Kobain was still alive. That was Grunge, and kinda dirty? I mean literally dirty, I thought the name Grunge was. Well, maybe I just told myself that, he was dirty, and that’s why I didn’t like him, when all the other girls were all about that. (Also, hair bands like Poison, Warrant, Neslon because albino twins…)

Not Claire, of course. By then, I was in 4th grade, and complaining about women’s issues. Dirty women’s issues, like periods, jock itch from pubic hairs growing out, and waking up with my nipples stinging. “I swear, it’s like ant bites.”

“Or, mosquito bites.” She joked, and looked around. Biting her lip, she took my hand, and said “Come on.” She led me off to the woods, but the leaves had already fallen, so there wasn’t a whole lot of foliage to have any privacy. Finally, she stopped way back, and pulled up her shirt.

We’re jeans, teeshirt, hiking boots, and ballcap girls. She kept her hair in a ponytail, while I braided mine every way I could learn. I even hung out with the black girls to help them with their hair because they knew the best ways to braid it, and I became a hairdresser later on in life. “Try this,” she unhooked her bra, and held that up to show me how to massage my nipples.

That was all, but I’d never seen her completely topless before. It made my pubic hairs stand on end, so I scratched them. Since I could scratch my crotch, spit, and cuss around her, but up until then, it was just a game. Trying to act like boys, because they got to do all the fun stuff, and used “Girl” as an insult.

That was it, she showed me how to massage my nipples, but I started playing with them in bed. Thinking about her tits, until my pubic hairs tried to straighten out in my underwear. So, I started rubbing those in, until I got hot inside the outside. I rubbed that until I started getting wet on the inside, and then I started fingering myself, until I finally got my first orgasm.

And fell in love with Claire. This wasn’t some schoolgirl crush, it wasn’t even just tweenage lust, or hormones. It was love, my first love, and the only other girl, or woman I ever had feelings for. I’m not gay, I’m not even bicurious after that, and I went on to be a fairly normal heterosexual woman after I grew up.

Not her, though she went through a lipstick phase in middle school. She couldn’t stand the teasing, so she started wearing skirts, and dresses to fit in. At school, she was closeted, but then she got home, and changed back into comfortable jeans, with pockets. To hang out with me, throw rocks, spit, and cuss.

She didn’t make another move, after she showed me how to massage aching nipples, and accidentally awakened my sexuality. I wanted her to kiss me, hold me in her arms because she was older, taller, and I guessed that made her “The Boy.” When it came to who would kiss whom first, but I didn’t know whether or not she had the same feelings for me, and I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.

So, I got upset, and picked fights with her for real. Before that, we’d play fight. For an excuse to wrestle, and she always won. So, she wound up on top, and I guess I’m naturally a bottom, but we wrestled way before there were any romantic feelings between us. I was too young to have them, for boys either, but I didn’t know any boys. Just other girls, and her. “She’s not like the other girls,” and me neither.

Finally, we had a big fight over nothing, and I pushed her. “Screw you!” That was the worst thing I could think to say, without really hurting her feelings, but it turned out to be the exact right thing to say.

“Okay,” she pulled up her shirt, but just to start unbuttoning her jeans.

“What?” I didn’t understand it when I said it, but she just kept working her way down the buttons (501s) until she could turn around, and pulled it down.

“You want to screw me?” She mooned me, and shook her butt in my face.

“Ew, gross.” I giggled, and shook my head, but I had no idea what she was offering. So, she kicked off her shoes, her pants, and came after me barefoot.

“Then screw you!” She laughed, and chased me, but even barefoot, she caught me easily. She tickled me mercilessly, until I couldn’t breathe, and then she got off of me. Lay down next to me in the leaves, and finally kissed me. Felt down to my fly, and unzipped it. Stuck her fingers in, and pulled my pantiewaist down, to touch my pubic hairs.

“Ooh, yeah!” Finally, I let my head roll back so I could breathe. So, she kissed my cheek, and moved down my neck. Pulled up my shirt, and training bra to work her way down to my swollen achy nipples. All the while, her fingers kept rubbing me, and it felt so familiar. Just like I learned how to do thinking about her, but finally it was her long strong, rough calloused fingers slipping down between my legs, and splitting me wide open to explore further.

“Oh, Claire. I love you so much!” Finally, we had to get up, and naked quickly. She grabbed my head, and held her boobs over my face as soon as her bra came off. Then, she had to bite her nails, and pull them off, because they were fake. Polished, and part of the uniform to act straight in front of her middle school friends.

Underneath, they were cut short, and polished carefully back from the quick so there’s no edge whatsoever, the way only lesbians really know how to do. “All the better to screw you with!” But finally, she showed me how she did it. She crossed her fingers, so the middle one covered up the nail on her pointer, and wiggled them in together. 2 fingers from the start, but she was a 13 year old girl, so we’re not talking about big fat sausage fingers.

I was only 9, but already goey, and loose just from being around her, playing with her, and making out with her until she started literally screwing me. “Oh, oh god! Oh my god that feels good!” Twisting them, so I stretched out, and first one, then another knuckle popped through. Easily, then she twisted the other way, and backed out.

She licked her fingers to get them wet, just like I did, and then she crossed the fingers on her other hand. To screw those in the other way, and I took her hand to suck her fingers. Taste my own juices, not like I never had before, but it was always holding them together, so I could imagine they were her pussy lips.

I knew that now. Ever since she invited me over to hang out, with her 7th grader friends. All straight friends, but I didn’t straighten up, so they called me “Little lesbo,” dyke, carpet muncher, and made obscene noises sticking their tongues out, and licking between their fingers spread like legs.

You know, middle schoolgirl homophobia? Well, if you don’t know, then let me tell you, they can be fucking evil when they want to hurt your feelings. So, I ran off to cry, and they laughed, but Claire came to say she was sorry, and hold me, until I stopped crying. She didn’t kiss me, though.

“Oh, oh god! Oh my god, I’m cummingggggg!” Finally, she pulled out, and gently rubbed outside the inside, until I stopped twitching. Then, when I caught my breath, she sat on my face to teach me how to lick off a lesbian.

We screwed around all the time after that. Not every day, but whenever one of us got horny. I didn’t have to wait until I got home, and alone, to finger it out myself. I got a crash course in lesbian sex, without any mainstream porn to confuse me, but for a while there, I thought I was gay.

I wasn’t, I was just in love with a lesbian, and she was man enough to show me what I like. I like to be fucked, I don’t mind cunnilingus, and I have to say that I’m pretty good at it for a straight girl, but I’m not really bisexual, either.

I came out in middle school, and got in a lot of fights, because I refused to dress girly to fit in. I even fought verbal bullies violently, which wasn’t healthy, but I wasn’t just confused. I was heartbroken, because Claire had moved onto high school, and what’s worse, she met a girl her age. They fell in love right away, which just left me alone, heartbroken, and the only way I could act out was beating up those judgemental bitches in middle school.

That turned the boys off, right when they started deciding that they liked girls, and they might actually like to lose their virginity some time soon. I got held back, so I was 14 and still in the 8th grade, but then I finally found a boy that liked me the way I am.

I didn’t stop being butch, cursing, spitting, and playing sports when I could. I didn’t stop being a tomboy, even after I realized for myself that you didn’t have to be a lesbian to know how to swing a hammer, or turn a wrench. But then I got a boyfriend, with a dick, and found out what was missing all along. What I needed to truly satisfy me was to be fucked.

Thrown down, or bent over. Held in strong hands, and have orgasm after orgasm pounded out of me. It doesn’t have to be a dick, but come on. That’s what dicks are for. That’s what fucks you best, even though they have vibrators, and strapons, it’s still no substitute for the real thing, but when it came time to have threesomes with bicurious chicks?

Yeah, I can do that, too. I finally found a man that likes to gangbang me, so I married him, and we fuck with all his friends. Screwing around with a dyke was fun, when I was a little girl, but now I’m grown up, and I can get all the dick I want!

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