Early starter.
I can only have been 10, and she about the same.

The stakes in our game of doctors and nurses had been dramatically raised at her behest, and a very innocent and not entirely certain Gunther found himself naked and prone upon an equally naked, supine girl.

As soon as the following day the worry began. I swiftly became racked with a heady mixture of guilt and concern. I'd even go so far as to say that I lived in abject terror that she'd be carrying my child.

I had no knowledge of sperm or penetration and their combined importance in the baby making process. I had lain upon a girl; both naked as the day we were born, and in my head that was sufficient to produce offspring.

The old adage was unfamiliar to me, but when no news came after a few days it felt like good news. The passing of some weeks saw me almost forget the ordeal. And finally, after a long and occasionally tortuous month, my concerns reverted to playing with toys, watching cartoons and doing jumps on my shiny, brand new (second hand) Grifter.
( Moey, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 19:07, Reply)