Dating Brenda

Dating Brenda
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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I can't recall when I first saw Brenda. It might have been in the sandbox at the playground. Although she was almost two years younger than me, we grew up together and went to school together. We even played together. She was somewhat of a tomboy, and played ball pretty good – for a little kid and a girl to boot. We needed her to fill out a roster for a game from time to time. She was a girl I saw almost every day of my life.

That changed when I went to middle school and she stayed behind in grade school. I still saw her every now and then but she had her friends and I had mine. We just sort of lost touch with each other.

I was 13 and about as horny as any boy my age could be. I started noticing other boys in the shower, and did a mental comparison with my own equipment and was satisfied with the results. Even more, I was noticing girls and they had a profound effect on my equipment. It seemed that I spent my entire school day with an erection.

Then one spring day, near the end of 8th grade, I saw Brenda again for the first time in quite awhile. She was with a group of kids who would be attending our school the following term. We had an orientation day, and I had volunteered to be a "student guide" for the event. It wasn't much of an assignment, I was to have lunch with a group of 4 or 5 new students and tell them what it's like to be a student at the school.

That's when I saw her. I don't think I ever saw her other than dressed to play on the street, but there she was in a blouse, skirt and had her hair done nicely instead of pulled straight back in a pony tail. For the first time I saw her not as a kid who happened to be a girl, but as a real girl with shapely legs, nice rear end, pretty face and ... and, well boobs. She didn't have those the last time I saw her!

She was assigned to my lab partner, Tony's group. I went up to Tony. "So how would you like to swap groups?"

"Why?" was his response.

"Oh, just because."

"No, I think I'll stick with this one. Do you see that girl with the red hair? She's cute."

"That's Brenda," I replied.

"You KNOW her? Do you think you could set us up?"

"Hands off, Tony, she's mine."

"I saw her first."

"No you didn't. She's my friend so leave her alone." I can't believe I was fighting him like this.

"OK, so what's in if for me."

"I'll do the whole lab assignment for next week." I wasn't exactly a geek, but I was good in science. Tony knew it, and knew that with the boost I gave to our lab assignments, he might actually get an A in the course.

"OK," he agreed.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the group. There were two boys and another girl in addition to Brenda. "I'm Russ, Russ Barker," I announced, "I'll be your guide for lunch."

"What happened to Tony?" the other girl asked. She was cute, but not nearly as cute as Brenda.

"Change of plans," I said back.

Brenda perked up and smiled at me, "Hi Russ!"

That smile melted me. It felt like my spine was softening up while something else was hardening up.

I waved back, "Hi, Brenda."

I felt kind of stupid as I escorted my charges through the school towards the cafeteria pointing out the obvious things like "This is the football field." "This is the gym." "These are some lockers." I had a whole repertoire of stories I was going to tell, but every time I glanced at the group and saw Brenda, my brain went to mush.

We got our lunches and then sat outside since the weather was nice. The kids were really pretty good and had some decent questions about the classes and particularly the teachers. "They're OK. Mrs. Spadifino, the English Teacher's kind of strict, but if you do your work, she's ok. Old man Matthews hasn't got a clue, but if you listen to his stories about how he used to be a great tennis player, you'll score points," and so on.

Throughout lunch, I tried to make as much conversation with Brenda as I could. "So how are your parents?"

"They're good. Mom's just been elected to be the head of her woman's group. Dad is going away with his company for the summer."

"What about your sister?"

"Tracy's really looking forward to going into the 4th grade next year."

"So what's your plans for the summer?"

This question seemed to spark off enthusiasm in her. "I'm just going to hang around, but it will be so neat. My Aunt Patrica's going to stay with us when dad's away. She's in college. She's my favorite aunt. She's really not that old, and she does the neatest things. She's a lot like my mom, but without the parent thing. I like it when we go shopping and talk about girl stuff. We're going to have fun this summer!"

Lunch was over, and I walked with the group back to the bus. I waited with them. The other volunteers left and wondered back to their classes at this point.

I stayed talking with Brenda. I was working up my nerve. "So , um, Brenda. Would you like. You know. Wanna go to the pool when they open it up?"

"I like the pool. I'll probably be there." She wasn't making this easy. She wasn't catching onto the concept that I was asking her out.

"I mean. I. Do you want. The pool." I knew what I wanted to say, but the brain and mouth weren't getting together. She waited patiently with a puzzled look on her face until I finally managed to blurt it out, "I mean do you want to go to the pool with me?"

"You mean you, me. Like on a date?" she asked.

I could do nothing in return but nod.

She giggled and then said, "I guess so."

It was time for them to board the bus. I stood there clumsily. I wanted to kiss her, but I certainly didn't have the nerve to do it even if we weren't in such a public place. I took her hand and said lamely, "See you."

She just smiled and kept looking over her shoulder at me as she shuffled onto the bus. As she did her friends gathered around her whispering and giggling.

I heard the bell ring. I was late for French class. Je suis en retarde! Madam Renee sera fâchée. Eh bien. For Brenda it was worth being berated in en Francais.

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I don't know what had come over me. Why did I make that date with Brenda? It was two weeks before the pool opened. For a kid like myself, that's an eternity. I felt like a fool. I'd have to live with that thought for the next couple of weeks. I played the scenario of our date over and over again in my mind. What would I wear? What would I say? What would we do?

The week did slip by. The pool opening was only a week away. Nonetheless I called Brenda to confirm. I knew she had a cell phone, but I forgot to get that number, so I had to call her house. I got her mother. "Um. Hi Mrs. Fallon. This is Russ, Russ Barker. Is Brenda there?"

"Sure." I could hear her hand clamp over the phone, and a muffled, "Brenda, it's for you. It's Russ Baker." Well, at least she got the name right. In fact since she didn't say "It's a boy named Russ Barker" or something like that, I took it as good news that Brenda actually mentioned my name to her mother. I didn't have the nerve to even tell my parents that I was going out with a GIRL. I let them assume that I was just meeting my friends.

There was a click and I heard Brenda. "It's OK mom. I got it." There was a second click and I assumed that her mother had hung up.

"Hi Russ," she said.

"Hi. Are you still interested in going to the pool with me next week?"

"I guess so." My heart jumped until she added, "Can I take Tracy with me?"

"Sure, why not?" I said, hopes dashed. Then I thought that having her kid sister along may actually take some of the pressure off me. Surely Brenda wouldn't expect me to do anything with her kid sister there. I added, "OK, so see you then."

"Um, Russ?"

"Yes?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh yeah, thanks."

"No, I mean when is then? What time are you going to pick us up?" Why is it every time I talked to this girl my brain stopped working?

"How about 11 AM?"

"That sounds nice. I'll have mom make us up some sandwiches. We can eat at the picnic area." Free lunch was appreciated. I was a kid trying to date on a budget.

"Is that all?" she asked after an awkward moment of silence.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Well then, goodbye."

"Um, yes, goodbye." I was losing it. I was the 13-year-old middle school boy. She was the not-quite-12-year-old grade school girl. Yet she had it together and I was fumbling around like a fool. How could she be so confident?

I had a tough time getting through the rest of the week. Every time I thought of Brenda I'd get a hard on and then blush. I finally gave in and masturbated to the thought of being with her.

The big day arrived. I walked the several blocks to Brenda's house and rang the bell. The door was answered by a larger, older, and much sexier version of Brenda. "Hi, I'm Brenda's Aunt Pat. You must be Russ. Come on in. Brenda will be with you in a moment." Gee, even "Aunt Pat" knew about me.

I followed the woman into the living room. Just looking at her curves from behind got me excited. By the time I got to a chair, my penis was poking up a tent in my trousers. I adjusted it as discretely as possible.

"Sit down," she said with a knowing smile while looking at my crotch.

"So do you and Brenda go to the same school?"

"No ma'am. At least not yet ma'am. She's a year behind me. She'll go to my school next year, ma'am."

She smiled at me again and gently mocked, "My we are one very polite boy. Three 'ma'ams' in one sentence. I like that. Men and boys should be polite to women and girls. But we don't need to be so formal. Why don't you just call me 'Aunt Pat' like Brenda does. Any friend of hers can be like a nephew to me, I'm sure."

"O – OK, Aunt Pat." I managed to stammer.

"So how long have you known my niece?"

"A long time. We used to play with each other when we were kids."

"Used to?"

"Well, yeah, until I graduated that is."

"And now you'll be going to school with each other again. How convenient!"

At this time, Tracy came bouncing in the room. She was wearing her bathing suit. Although she was built like a bean pole, it looked good on her. She had no figure to speak of but had the same pretty face as her sister. My erection was getting more uncomfortable in my pants.

"Oh come now," I thought. "This is just a kid; a little girl. She shouldn't be having this effect on me. How am I going to control myself? How could I take my pants off to show my bathing suit?" I was wearing a baggy type suit, it wouldn't show a detailed outline like a speedo, but it would still show an erection, and there was nothing to hold it back like a pants leg.

Shortly thereafter, Brenda came in the room. She had her bathing suit on. Not quite a bikini, but a two-piece outfit that really showed off her recently acquired figure. I could feel my penis pulse and strain in my suit. I stood there for what seemed like an hour to me, but I'm sure was really only a couple of seconds with my mouth open, and probably drooling. I heard Aunt Pat stifle a laugh.

"Hi Russ," she said. Even her voice sounded so sexy and feminine. It hit my ears and sort of trickled down my spine weakening my body as it went. I felt like I was melting.

I suppose the silence was too much. Brenda said, "Well, aren't you going to say something? 'Hi Brenda' would be nice."

Aunt Pat came to my defense, sort of. "Give him a break Brenda. He's just probably shy around a good looking girl like you." Tracy giggled.

"Um, yeah, hi," I managed to blurt out. "You look good." Not very eloquent, but I think the old expression was right: with most of my blood in my penis, my mind didn't have a lot left over to work on.

Brenda put on her robe, and that gave me some relief from the sexual torture I was putting myself through. Here I was, maybe not even 5 minutes into my date with Brenda and everything was going wrong already. Somehow we made it out the door without my making a bigger fool of myself than I already had. At least I remembered to offer to carry the picnic basket.

The walk to the pool helped. At least diverting some blood to my legs quelled the erection stuck down my pants leg to the point where I wasn't walking like the Frankenstein monster. Brenda and I made small talk about school and what she did the last couple of weeks as Tracy skipped and capered about us.

The time at the pool would have been enjoyable, except that I couldn't keep my eyes off Brenda, and I couldn't keep my penis down. I thought that dates were supposed to be pleasant affairs. I was in constant agony with an unrelenting hard-on.

Brenda didn't help at all. She made it a point to lean up on her elbows while laying on her towel to talk to me. This allowed her breasts to fall together increasing her cleavage and allowing a partial look down her bathing suit top. I was getting so hard with the sight, that I thought I could do pushups with my penis.

She caught me at it and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I just blushed and lowered my head and mumbled, "Nothing."

"I know what you're doing. Aunt Pat told me all about you boys. We can address this issue when we get home."

I wondered what she meant about that, but she didn't make a move to cover up or change her position so I could see less.

After some more agony where I couldn't even look her in the face, she suggested, "There's some sunscreen in my bag. Why don't you rub it on my back."

I retrieved the lotion and went to work. She was prepared to supervise. "No. Start with my feet and work your way up."

Her feet? Who worries about sunburn on her feet? But I did as I was told, and she purred appreciatively at the attention I was giving her.

For me, the experience was both pleasurable and painful. I enjoyed touching her body, perhaps too much. I could actually feel the precum oozing out of my penis. I needed to get in the water before it soaked through and showed on the suit.

I was just about done when she announced, "Ohh, that felt so nice. Tracy, you got to feel this. He's really good."

She added, "Russ, be a good boy, and do my sister too. Just like you did me. Don't forget, start with her feet and work your way up."

My hands were already tired from giving Brenda her massage. I didn't like the idea of doing her kid sister as well, but I didn't want to disappoint Brenda by ignoring her request. It was a request, or was it an order?

Tracy giggled as I worked the lotion into her skin. At one point in the process, the girls exchanged some sort of a knowing look and they both broke out in giggles.

I asked, "What?"

Brenda responded, "Oh nothing, just some 'sister stuff,' that's all."

I wondered what this "sister stuff" was.

Rubbing Tracy's body wasn't as erotic a rubbing Brenda's body, but it still didn't do much to quell my erection.

The time we spent in the water was a little better. At least people couldn't see my erection there. I was certain that there wasn't a person within 100 yards who couldn't see how aroused I was. Brenda made a point to swim up to me and hug me around my neck. She also lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. That would have been enough, but she let them slide down until her crotch was pressing against mine.

I don't know why I didn't come at that moment. I know she could feel my hardness. I know that she knew what it was. I was torn between hugging her back and throwing her off, running for home, and jerking off like I've never done before. I decided to enjoy her embrace.

"Don't do that," she said.

"Don't do what?" I thought.

She answered my unspoken question, "Stop humping. People will see."

I didn't realize I was doing it. Or maybe my penis was throbbing that hard. Once again I lowered my head and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok," she responded, "Aunt Pat told me all about that too. I know you can't help it. I'll remind you if you misbehave again."

"Misbehave?" I thought. "What does she mean by misbehave?"

Brenda went on, "We'll deal with this too when we get home."

What did she mean? Was she going to take care of my horniness, or was she going to punish me? Either way, the anticipation was eating away at me.

We played some more in the pool and just hung out. Before we left, I went into the men's changing room to swap out a wet bathing suit for some dry underwear. I had to pick a time when it was empty so nobody would see my erection.

Finally, it was time to leave the pool. The walk back was no less comforting as the walk out. Only this time I had more on my mind. I was trying to work the scenarios. I really enjoyed Brenda's company, so I wanted to stay in her good graces, but I had to masturbate in the worst way. Could I excuse myself and use the bathroom at her house? Or maybe the best way was to end the date early or dash for home. I never got a chance to work out the options as we were at her house before I could figure things out.

"Come in," Brenda said, "We have some things to discuss."

There was a seriousness in her tone that made me uncomfortable, but I said, "OK."

When we got in, Aunt Pat and her mom were there to meet us. Instead of the, "Did you kids have a good time?" as I expected, we were met with silence until Brenda broke it. "Mom, Aunt Pat, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Turning to me she said, "Sit!" I felt like a dog at obedience school.

I sat there wondering what to think. Tracy sat comfortably on the couch and smiled at me with a smirk that said, "I know something you don't know." That made me even more uncomfortable. I could her Brenda and the two women in the kitchen murmuring.

When they returned, Brenda's mom said, "Pat, you've always been a lot better at these things than I've been. Why don't you explain it to him?"

"Sure," Aunt Pat said and she smiled. It was a smile that a cat would get just before pouncing on a mouse. She sat down next to Brenda's mom and sister.

"Stand here boy," there was an iciness in the way she said that. I was able to get to my feet, but stood dry mouthed and stomach knotted. My penis announced its presence too, by twitching in my pants.

Aunt Pat went on, "Brenda tells me that you had a good time together. She likes you and would like to see more of you. Good for you.

But we have a tradition in this family about dating. We don't let our girls date just anyone. You have to meet our approval as well. The women of this house are very particular about the boys with which we associate. Although Brenda reports that you were, for the most part, a gentleman, there were certain 'incidents' that need addressing.

The first of which is that erection you've been sporting ever since you've arrived. I'm glad to see you like us well enough to show it, but really, you have to have more control over it."

I blushed hard. How could she be talking about this? And in front of Brenda and her little sister! But I could say nothing.

"Then there's the matter of looking down Brenda's bathing suit top, and rubbing against her in the pool. This is not acceptable behavior for boys who want to associate with my niece.

You even got hard while putting sun lotion on Tracy and looking at her. She's only 10. She's a little girl. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Tracy piped up, "Yeah, Brenda told me how hard he got." Aunt Pat smiled at her.

I was afraid that I blew my chances with Brenda. I didn't know how much more of this beratement I could take. I was prepared to offer an apology, and make my way home.

Then the turn of the conversation shifted. "I like my niece, and she seems to like you, despite of your indiscretions. I think that you are a good boy – or want to be. We can work this out. You will need to learn some discipline, and if you are willing to work with us, we'll help you out in this area. Are you willing to do this?"

Even though I didn't have a clear understanding of what "this" was, I still nodded.

"Good. The first thing we're going to have to do is get rid of that erection so you can pay attention to what we're telling you. Being a boy, I am sure that's all you're thinking about right now. I want you to drop those pants and relieve yourself."

I was sure I misheard and said nothing.

"I said," Aunt Pat emphasized more sternly, "Drop those pants and start masturbating, or do we have to do it for you?"

I hesitated one more moment until she added the clincher, "Or would you prefer to go home and not be allowed to see Brenda again." I could not take that.

I undid my belt and undid the button on my jeans. I slide down the zipper. I felt so self-conscious. Down came the jeans. I was reluctant to give up my underpants. I don't know why. They were wet and transparent with my excitement. My penis could not be held back by a mere piece of cloth. My audience could see everything.

Nonetheless I felt very embarrassed as I lowered them to my knees. I stood up and my penis pointed to my onlookers. I could almost feel the four sets of female eyes on my organ as if they were pressing against it. I was humiliated, but the ordeal had only just begun. More embarrassment was on the way.

"Do it!" Aunt Pat commanded.

I reached down and started stroking. I could hear Tracy giggling in her little girl way as if from a distance. My mind was hazed over, and Aunt Pat's next words came in and stayed there for a while until I could register them. "To save time, Brenda will spank you for your lapses in behavior while you masturbate."

The words, though they made logical sense, did not come to me as reality until I felt Brenda's hand on my rear end. It shocked me for the moment, but then I remembered my immediate purpose. I stood there stoically stroking and being stroked. Brenda didn't really hit that hard, but I found it difficult to be in such a submissive position to her. Indeed, I was in a submissive position to all present. They had their clothes on, while I was exposed.

Brenda's spanks seemed to intensify the masturbation experience. As I had been aroused for hours on end, it didn't take me that long to cum in spite of my total humiliation. And it was a good cum. I shot hard, I shot long, and I didn't know when I was going to stop. It was the best cum I ever had. At the end I just hung my head. I heard the women cheer.

I heard Aunt Pat say, "Good boy. Just stand there with your hands on your head for a while. Now that you got your mind off your penis for a couple of minutes, I want to make sure you understand how your relationship with Brenda will work.

Brenda, you can stop spanking him now. I'll need his full attention. Russ, that was just a warm up. If you misbehave in the future, she'll give you more than just love taps, and with something more substantial than her hand.

You will be allowed to continue to see my niece only if you continue to be a gentleman. If you have an erection problem, you can take care of it with Brenda's permission. You will respect her and all the women in this family at all times. Any breech of conduct will be punished. If I hear from Brenda, or even Tracy, that you've been misbehaving, we will repeat this performance. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded. I looked at Brenda, her eyes were shining. I looked at Brenda's mom. She nodded in approval. I looked at Aunt Pat. She stared back with a "you know I mean business" look. I looked Tracy she was smiling, too but it appeared that there was an evil smirk just below the surface.

I felt the warmth from Brenda's spanking working its way through my body as she gave me a peck on my cheek. The rest of the women gave me a kiss and a hug too, even little Tracy. I was accepted into their coven.

I had no doubt that Brenda and her sister would have no problem reporting my misdeeds – real or imagined – to Aunt Pat and that I would be spanked again in the future. As my penis recovered and raised itself in salute to the females present, I thought that it might not be such a bad thing after all!