Frankie and His Gurl Part 3

Frankie and His Gurl, Part 3: “Girl Pointers”

To go with Part 1 and Part 2

by Julee
cdtale@hotmail.com


1/ Hot and Bothered ~,’;~%@

The last time Frankie and I had gotten together for a little fling, his cousin Karen and her two girlfriends butted in. After letting Frankie get off with me, Karen, Lissa and Micky dolled me up and the four of us had fun.
I felt a little guilty about that day, with Karen shoving Frankie out like that. Today, sitting on a hill at the park next to Frankie, I brought it up.
“Don’t feel bad that Karen left me out,” he said.
“I do though,” I admitted.
“It was okay.” His voice cracked a little, him still 13 and all, and his eyes widened. “You and me had fun before she made me leave.”
“I know.” I blushed, remembering how much he came. “We did.”
I smiled. We wore shorts and our bare knees briefly brushed together.
“When’re we gonna do it again?” he moaned.
“Up to you,” I said. I was too shy to say how much I really did. Truth was I was aching.
“You miss doing it?”
I glanced at him and knew my eyes said most of it. “Yeah.”
He moved closer to me. “I think about it lots,” he whispered in my ear. The words and their warmth made me ache even more. I almost wished he’s grab me.
“When I saw the girls had you there on the bed I did get a little jealous,”
“Really?”
“I was afraid to try with you for a while cause I thought maybe I’m not good enough. They’re girls…and I’m not. And I thought after that maybe you…wouldn’t want me.”
“It was fun with them. But … you’re my first.”
Frankie smiled. “Yeah. I guess.”
“And you have something they don’t.”
“What?” Frankie asked.
I started to get a little annoyed. “Guess.”
He said nothing, didn’t even shrug, the dope. I looked around to see no one was looking and snuck a feel of the lump beneath his shorts. “What do you think, silly!”
“Ohhh…yeah, okay,” he said, chuckling.
I smiled too. Frankie’s excitement made me think, and I said, “You know what else?”
“What?”
“You really enjoy it, and I like it that you do.”
“It’s because I do. Didn’t Karen and her friends?”
“Yeah. But maybe because they’re older and it’s not as big a thing.”
“Yeah. And they’re girls,” he said, almost like that was bad. “There’s nothing wrong with that. But …”
“But what?”
Breathing heavily, Frankie reached over and touched me between my legs. “They don’t have that.” His breath was hot as his lips touched my ear. “Silly!”
I giggled coyly. “I’ll bet you’d like somebody like Billy Mills more. He’s strong, plays football.”
“Uh uh. No. You’re the only one that makes me want to do it with a boy.”
“Why?”
“I guess you’re like having both. Like, in between?”
I smiled.
“You looked hot that day,” he said as if lost in a dream. “My mom and dad’ll be out till eleven tonight. Come over?”
“Okay,” I said.


2/ Pride and Prissiness ~,’;~%@

When I got to his house before seven I was shocked to see Frankie’s cousin Karen was there. She was reading “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen. Karen glowed when she saw me.
“Hi, hon. Frankie’s taking a shower. How are ya?”
“Good. You?”
“Oh, you know, bored as usual. Frankie’s mom asked me to come over. Doesn’t like him being alone.”
“Well, I’m here.”
“I know. But she likes it to be somebody older, you know? Want a soda?”
“No thanks.”
Karen’s new blue jeans brought out her eyes. She had a great body, and I loved the way she wore her long, wavy brown hair. I was attracted to her. Jealous too.
“So … what you been doing? Anything interesting?”
“Not really.”
She looked at me for a while. “Did you have a good time that day?”
“Oh yeah.”
“What were you guys gonna do tonight?”
I shrugged. “Hang out. Maybe watch TV.”
“Cool,” she said. A pause and then, “You know, I shouldn’t have pushed Frankie out that time, but…he already had his fun and…well, I needed mine.” She came over to me and sat up on the edge of the couch. “You dress up a lot, hon? I mean, when you’re not with Frankie?”
“Not really.”
“Do you think you’re a girl? You know, deep down?”
I shrugged. “I never really thought about it.”
I could still hear the shower running upstairs. Wished it would stop.
“Ever have a wine cooler?” she asked.
“Once. I liked it.”
“Hold on.”
Karen went to the kitchen and brought back a wine cooler. I sipped it. It made me feel warm and relaxed.
“Are you staying till his parents come home?” I asked her.
“Maybe.” She was staring at me now. “I had a thought. Ever want to learn more about being a girl?”
I gave her the short answer. “I’m not really sure. Why do you ask?”
She was studying me. “Hold the bottle like this…” She had me hold it with my wrist slightly bent. “Use your wrist more instead of your whole arm.”
Then she took my other hand and folded back the three smaller fingers. The other fingers she placed near my throat, wrist bent. Then she showed me how to cross my legs, girl-like.
“Now…don’t look straight ahead,” she said. “Look demure. Shy.”
I thought I was doing that already. But I tried.
“Nice. Now part your lips, just a bit. Act prissy, but be proud … Oh, that’s it! You’re a natural, hon. We need to give you a femme name. Let’s see…”
“I already have one,” I blurted out. It must’ve been the wine cooler. I was feeling light. “It’s Cissy. The name you and Lissa gave me. Remember?”
“Yeah. You like it?”
I sighed. “Kind of sounds like ‘sissy’ so I’m not too crazy about it.”
She nodded. “Something a little more grown up then, maybe?”
“Yes. ‘Julie’,” I blurted out. “I’ve always liked the name ‘Julie,'”
Karen smiled. “Then Julie it is.” She sipped her wine cooler. “You know, Julie, there’s something I wanna say.”
Uh oh, I thought. “What?”
Her voice lowered as she spoke. “Frankie’s thirteen. He could go either way now. Ya know?”
I wasn’t sure, but I nodded.
“I think him being with you is cool, cause you’re femme. But I’m afraid of him being with other guys.”
“You think he’d stay straight if I was more like a girl?”
“Uh-huh. Don’t you?”
I squirmed.