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Misty went outside to pee. There was nothing unusual about this fact - every day, she went outside to pee. Even though they had a bucket that meant you didn’t need to go outside to pee, still, Misty went outside to pee. That, perhaps, was a strange habit. But the fact she did it on this particular day was not strange at all.
However, two things were strange this day - one of which was in Misty’s control, and one of which was not. To start with the not, on this particular day, Mari went outside to gather some kindling at the same time as Misty went out to pee. This would have been no big deal if not for the fact that Misty decided, also on this day, that she was too lazy to do her usual secretive squat to pee, and instead decided to stand, holding her tiny cock (made even smaller by the chill) in her hand, to pee against a tree.
“Misty? Are you standing up to take a piss?”
Then, of course, there was a third strange thing. Rather than yank her waistband up over her cock, rather than squat down immediately, rather than say anything that even resembled an excuse to Mari with her back turned, Misty instead spun with a start, still holding onto her pink little dick, and stared at Mari, dumbfounded.
“Holy shit, you have a penis?!”
Misty covered it up instinctively, way too late, and blushed beetroot as Mari stared at her.
“You do, don’t you?” Mari asked again.
Shamefully, Misty stuffed it back inside her panties and nodded.
“So what, you’re a boy?”
“No!” Misty said, blurting it out in a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I’m a girl.”
“But you were a boy, like when you were born?”
“It’s more complicated than that!” Misty said.
She was getting petulant, and was acutely aware that Mari had just seen her pretty pathetic penis, but still. If she was going to talk about it, then gosh darn she was going to talk about it properly.
“How?” Mari asked.
Misty was never good at reading people. But it didn’t seem mean. It seemed curious.
“It’s not like I woke up one day and decided I was a girl now. I’ve always felt this way. I made my parents call me Misty when I was just a little kid, always dressed like a girl, felt like a girl. I don’t know if they thought I’d grow out of it, but when I didn’t… thankfully they were okay with it. Not everyone in the family was. We moved to Wiskayok, enrolled in school as a girl, just… lived as a girl. Except, you know.”
“So, when you tried out for the soccer team, did you suck on purpose so people would never suspect?”
“No,” Misty mumbled. “I just suck.”
Mari giggled. Misty giggled too. She did not think Mari would be the first person she told - in truth, she was gathering courage to tell Crystal - but it was going a lot better than she expected.
“Hang on though, you just decide and that’s that?”
“Well legally, officially, there’s a lot of paperwork. And I’m on medication. But… basically, yes. You decide, usually after a long period of trying to understand why you feel the way you feel, and that’s that.”
“So what, are you one of those like, trans… people?”
Mari clearly just stumbled onto some generic phrasing, a half complete thought cobbled together with lucky guesses, but it made her sound surprisingly progressive.
“Yeah,” Misty nodded. “I guess so.”
“That’s cool as fuck!” Mari laughed.
Okay, so that was the part that was surprisingly progressive.
“Are you going to tell everyone?” Misty asked.
“Nah, who cares what they think. Some of them would be assholes. You’re one of the girls, that’s all they need to know.”
Just as Misty basked in the pleasant shock of Mari being supportive for once, she was thrown for a loop again as Mari grabbed her waistband.
“Can I see it?”
“No!”
Mari dropped her hands now, pursing her lips with a scheming smirk.
“Let me see it or I tell everybody.”
“Please, I-”
“Just let me see it.”
“Fine,” Misty surrendered.
With an annoyed huff, Misty fished her cock out and slipped it back over her waistband. She couldn’t even look at Mari as she did it.
“Do the meds make it smaller?” Mari asked.
“Yes,” Misty mumbled. “A little bit.”
“Only a little, huh?”
“Are we done now Mari?”
“No,” Mari smiled. “Pull your pants down. All the way down. I wanna really see it.”
“You’re not serious,” Misty whined.
“Misty Quigley, pull your panties down to your ankles right now or I’ll tell everyone!”
Misty did not enjoy discovering that Mari’s stern voice, put on though it probably was, excited her enough to make her cock stiffen up slightly.
As she depantsed herself for Mari’s amusement, letting her trousers and underwear fall to her ankles, Misty stood there shyly as Mari gave her an almost scientific inspection.
“It’s a shrimpy little thing, isn’t it?” Mari asked.
Again, to Misty’s deep shame, it stiffened up.
“It enjoys being called shrimpy! That’s adorable!” Mari laughed. “Oh, isn’t she just precious!”
At that, it went from slightly stiff to standing fully to attention, Misty even trying to push it back down as Mari gasped.
“Oh, she really likes being called a ‘she’, doesn’t she?” Mari laughed.
“C’mon, quit it Mari.”
“Did you like, come out here to jerk her off?”
“What? No!”
“Oh, like you’ve never done it? We've been out here for months. I see the way you look at Natalie, and holy shit when are you and that Crystal girl gonna quit pretending and just share a sleeping bag already?”
More terrible thoughts. Natalie’s lips on hers. Crystal’s body pressed against her. Mari, watching everything, cheering her on.
“It got even bigger!” Mari gasped, now sounding almost impressed.
“Knock it off!”
“I don’t care if you’re jerking off. I mean, you think I’ve gone all this time without sneaking off to ring the devil’s doorbell or whatever?”
No no no nope nope not that no please Mari stop talking about that stop stop stop no no no.
“Misty Quigley, did that little shrimp just get excited at the thought of me touching myself?” Mari giggled. Then, with a dramatic point towards the culprit, suddenly barked, “Naughty girl!”
Oh noooooooooo, Misty thought as it bounced up again.
“No way,” Mari laughed. “You’ve got to put a leash on her.”
Mari decided to kneel down now, edging closer to it, like it was some sort of exotic creature, which Misty supposed it was, to Mari at least. But her proximity was absolutely positively not helping her embarrassing situation.
“I wonder, is there anything she doesn’t like? Oh, let’s try ‘booysss’.”
As Mari stretched out the word, Misty’s cock sagged back down a little.
“Well, that was sort of obvious. Ooh, how about ‘Mari in the shower’,” she giggled.
Right on cue, it bounced back up.
“Wow, you’re a little perv! OOOH here’s one ‘Crystal’s tongue…’,” Mari laughed.
Misty’s cheeks went bright red, which was a considerable achievement considering how much blood was rushing… elsewhere.
“Fuck Misty, you’re rock hard off that!”
“Stop it!” Misty yelped, her voice cracking.
Mari saw her eyes twinkling with tears now.
“Shit, Misty, are you actually upset? I’m just kidding around.”
“Are you gonna tell everyone?” Misty just about whimpered out.
“I already told you I’m not going to, come on. You were always one of the girls back home - a very dorky, incredibly annoying girl, but still - and there’s no need for that to change out here.”
Misty’s wriggling lips formed a tender smile, and before Mari knew it, her hand was resting on Misty’s little cock.
“And she’s one of the girls too.”
It throbbed in her hand, giving away Misty’s enjoyment once more.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Misty asked.
“You know, I never actually touched one before,” Mari admitted. “You don’t mind, right?”
“No…”
“Okay then.”
With a smile, Mari’s eyes narrowed slightly as they focussed, and her hand began to pump back and forth as Misty gasped.
“Holy macaroni, what are you doooooing!”
“I don’t wanna just touch it like it’s a snake at a petting zoo. I wanna, you know. Experience it. I mean, you want me to, right?”
“Oh gosh yes,” Misty said desperately.
Her embarrassment level was at capacity by this point. Mari could have made her say so much worse if she’d really wanted to.
“Good girl,” Mari winked. “Although, I think the little shrimp is a naughty girl, isn’t she?”
“Uh-huhhhh…”
Okay, well.
There was still worse Mari could probably make her say.
Misty could not believe what was happening to her. Mari was right, obviously she had… you know. Touched herself out here. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, but yeah, she had a crush on like half the cabin. But it never, ever felt like this.
Mari said she’d never done it before, and the way she’d said it, Misty believed her implicitly. But her touch felt tinged with expertise, taking over Misty, guiding her to new sensations. It made her forget that she was in the middle of a snowy forest, panties around her ankles, with a girl who could best be described as her school bully currently tugging on her cock while she laughed at how small it was. No part of this should have been a fantasy, but Misty couldn’t imagine how she’d ever be able to think of anything else after this.
“Hey,” Mari said, hand pumping vigorously as she smiled up at Misty. “Can I ask you something?”
“Re-re-really? Nowwwwwwwwwww?”
“I can slow down while I ask,” Mari teased, letting her hand rest.
Misty let out a gasp, followed by a whine that was so pathetic, Mari wasn’t sure whether her heart or her tingling clit was going to explode first. Letting out a low sigh herself, she bit her lip and pressed on.
“Is it, like, different now you’re on meds? You know… finishing.”
Misty was still trying to gather her breath. But her nerdy compulsion to always give a comprehensive answer, plus her aching need to satisfy Mari’s curiosity so she kept going, took over the part of her brain that had no thoughts besides a monkey banging cymbals - a monkey that was extremely horny for Mari Ibarra’s soft hand right now.
“It’s a little more sensitive down there now, but it can take a little longer. Plus the stuff that comes out, it’s little less…” she scanned her brain for the least disgusting adjective, and struggled to find a suitable one. “...thick. It’s meant to be sweeter too.”
Mari’s eyes suddenly glittered, her lip curving up devilishly in the corner.
“Meant to be? You’ve never tried it?”
“Ew. No.”
“If I was a dude - and I know you’re not a dude - I’d try mine all the time. I bet they all do. They try each others’. Dumb jocks.”
“I don’t think so, Mari.”
“Oh well,” Mari shrugged, winking. “Guess we’ll agree to disagree and go our separate ways.”
“Wait!” Misty wailed, reaching forward to grab her wrist.
“What is it?” Mari asked with a sweet smile.
Like butter wouldn’t melt. Like she wasn’t just jerking Misty off. Like they weren’t both so, so desperate for Mari’s hand to be back on Misty’s cute little cock, bringing her to bliss.
“I’m sure you’re right, Mari,” Misty said with a forced smile.
“Aww,” Mari cooed. “Thanks, shrimpy.”
With that, her hand was back in place, working the shaft in euphoric, rapid pumps again.
Misty was getting the better end of the bargain here, Mari knew. But it wasn’t like listening to her little gasps for breath wasn’t setting off lightning bolts all over Mari’s body. She slipped her hand between her own legs, shy at first, then when she remembered what her other hand was doing, far less subtle. She pressed her fingers up against her panties, feeling the slickness of her wet cunt. Misty was absolutely mesmerising with those beads of sweat running down her forehead, the redness in her cheeks, and - oh, yeah - that stiff pink cock so warm and grateful in Mari’s hand.
Mari wasn’t just saying it. Misty was one of the girls. This wasn’t how it would be with a guy, with his gross grunting and porno melted brain telling her ‘ugh, yeah, like that slut, make me cum you stupid bitch’, which was how Mari imagined all guys talked during sex. She wasn’t being made to do this to get someone else off, to make them stick around and not think she was a prude. She wanted to do this. They were equals, two girls sharing a moment of sensual joy, giver and receiver as one, Misty looking at her so meekly, so lovingly, so fucking needy.
Mari’s hand sped up between her own legs, slowing down for Misty, wanting to make the sensation last for as long as she could. When she’d been kissing guys, she’d imagined it might get this far, and basically considered it a favour to them - something you had to do in order to be able to show off that you had a boyfriend. Luckily Danny Mears was more interested in letting his cousin jerk him off to ever ask Mari, the little skeev.
But with Misty, Mari craved the look Misty would get on her little round face, the way her knees would rattle, the sensation of that sticky warm spurting in her hand, the satisfaction of knowing she could make someone feel that good. She was more desperate for Misty to get off than Misty was.
Still, it was Misty. The most eager to please little loser - even if she was a very, very cute loser - Mari had ever met. She could get a lot more out of it, especially with Misty at her mercy like this.
She leaned in and licked the tip with one quick slash of her tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh my gossssssssssh Mariii!”
Okay, so that was a huge mistake. Not only did Misty’s humiliating whimper introduce to Mari’s panties a level of wetness they had never before known, even when she had swam with them in the lake, but Misty’s cock also tasted gorgeous. Maybe it was just the hunger, but probably not. Misty was right, it was sweet.
Again, with guys, she had just sort of imagined that the taste was something you got through. Like eating broccoli or whatever. You’re not doing it for the taste, but for the other benefits - except again again, with guys, they got the benefit. Not here. Fuck, was she really down on her knees now thinking there was nothing she would rather do but take Misty effing Quigley’s cock in her mouth?
Mari looked up at her, biting her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, and tried to keep her cool. She could hardly act dominant when she couldn’t take her hungry eyes off Misty’s little shrimp, which had now at least grown to a halfway decent size with Mari’s persuasion. But she could still be in control.
“You know, if you beg me Quigley, I’ll let you finish in my mouth.”
“R-really?!”
“Yeah,” Mari said, offering a way less convincing shrug than before. “I mean, if you want to. Or whatever.”
“Okay!”
“But you have to beg,” Mari said.
“Ple- ughhh!”
Mari couldn’t quite keep her cool long enough for Misty to get the full word out, but she doubted Misty even noticed. It was barely in her mouth five seconds, her tongue wrapping its way around it, the soft warmth of her throat feeling it tickle, when Misty sank forward, moaning gently, spraying sticky sweetness into Mari’s mouth.
Right at that moment, Mari’s eager strumming between her legs brought her to the edge, moaning around Misty’s cock. She came with a violent force, greater than all the shower heads and washing machines and secret vibrators and muffled nights under the cover looking at Seventeen Magazine combined.
As pleasure crashed through Mari’s body, eyelids flickering, she felt Misty twitch in her mouth a second time. Another trickle leaked out, and she looked up gently at Misty. Her lip was quivering. Her eyes might even be wet with tears. She looked terrified.
“I… I’m sorry,” Misty whispered.
Mari wanted to give her the whole world in that moment. She settled for grabbing her waist and pulling her down as she tipped over backwards, the pair of them lying in the snow together. Mari kissed her deeply, pressing Misty’s own sweet come into her mouth, watching Misty’s curious tongue savour the flavour, her face blushing with guilt as Mari giggled, the pair of them swallowing together.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone, right?”
“Of course not,” Mari said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
It might have been a bit more wholesome if she didn’t still have traces of Misty all around her shimmering lips.
“But I am gonna make you do it again tomorrow,” Mari smirked.