The Long, Hot Summer [RETIRED]

Chapter 2

The next morning I woke up to Poke living up to her nickname, as her third leg was poking me in my back, and because I wasn't wearing a shirt and Bey was wearing thin cotton boxers it was all I could feel, and all my brain would could focus on. I turned around careful not to wake Bey as I looked down at it, my eyes widening in surprise. No wonder I could feel it so good, it had slipped out of the slit of her boxers and was basically hanging all out in the open. I looked back up at her to see if she was still asleep before looking back down at it.

Hmm, she's gotten bigger since the last time I saw it. And prettier. I don't ever think I've seen a dick this pretty before.

The first time I saw it was when we were 13. I was staying over at Bey's house one Friday night, and I had came on my period but I didn't have any pads or tampons so I asked her for one, but she said she didn't get periods. I was hella confused by that, but she wouldn't say anything else about it. Luckily since I lived right next door I ran back home and grabbed the supplies I needed, but I still couldn't get that out of my head. Later that night when we were in the bed about to go to sleep I brought it back up again, and I could tell she was scared to tell me, actually I know she was because she started crying. She told me she was scared if she told me I wouldn't want to be her friend anymore, and that made me sad, because what in the world could it possibly be that could make her feel like it would jeopardize our friendship? I proceeded to remind her of all the things we had endured during the span of our friendship, and assured her that absolutely nothing could make me want to ever stop being her friend. That's when she told me she was intersex.

I know she was expecting me to recoil in disgust or run home screaming, but I didn't. Instead I hugged her. Just because she had a male appendage, it didn't change who she was to me, because that's always been who she was before and after I knew and that didn't change anything. It didn't make her who she was, her personality did, I wasn't friends with her body, I was friends with her spirit, her personality, her mind, and her heart. I told her exactly that, and she cried again, but this time it was tears of joy, because she felt accepted and not like a freak. Of course me being the curious, inquisitive person I was, I asked if I could see it, you know, I'll show you mine if you show me yours, since we both had never seen what the other sex looked like.

We were thirteen, and our schools wasn't trying to show us that and have our hormones raging even more, especially during our pubescent years.

If you asked me, when I first saw it, I didn't really get what the hype was all about. It looked like a small elephant trunk, all soft and droopy looking, but Bey said that it was because she was "soft". She assured me it looked a lot better and bigger when it was harder, but I wasn't ready to see that phase of her yet, so I took her word for it. Bey on the other hand, was very intrigued by what I had between my legs, she said it was pretty, reminded her of a flower. (Iykyk)

Afterwards she became way more comfortable around me, it wasn't too different from being around the other girls changing in the locker room during gym, the only difference was Bey would change in one of the stalls, so no one could see her. It wasn't weird for her, because other girls who wasn't comfortable changing in front of others did the same thing, but when it was just me and her, she didn't care if I saw her naked or not, but she still remained respectful, as did I with her.

But now 5 years later, she had developed even more, our hormones had developed even more, and how I used to feel about the opposite, or even the same sex, had drastically changed. I had never been in a relationship, but Lamman and Bey had, so I would be that one, staring from the outside looking in, wondering what it was like; what being in a relationship was like, and what being sexually active was like and what it felt like. I was still a virgin, although Bey and Lamman were not. I knew when they lost their virginity, because it was like they grew up over night; they weren't the same afterwards. Well, they were, but at the same time you could tell something was different about them. Dare I say it, it made them more attractive in a sense, it was like after they had sex it released a pheromone that made all the girls flock to them like birds to bread crumbs.