We begin the story of Claire and her sexual education when she and Dede are eighteen and a couple of months from their high school graduation.
***** Fit the first, in which Claire discovers the porn stash in the attic.
'That can't be right,' Claire thought. She sat back and considered what she'd just read. 'I don't remember that rule.' She was doing some research for a paper for her psychology class. The assignment was related to the human inclination toward competition. She liked her teacher and wanted to impress her with her insights. She had chosen to write about Skiddley Whiffers, a board game she used to play with her friends when they were children. She remembered some games getting out of hand when her friends became too competitive.
A fan wiki article about the game stated, 'if a player rolls the Leg-Iron while in the Mud-Pit, that player is immediately out of the game'.
"Humph," growled Claire, "someone is wrong on the Internet again." Still, it had been years since she'd played something so childish and she could have forgotten a rule or two which had simply never come up in play. She would have to read the actual rules of her set to be absolutely sure.
Claire went down to the basement family room to see if the game was still there. It wasn't. "The attic then," she muttered to herself. Then dictated, "many of my childhood toys have been relegated to the ignominy of the attic over the years," into an app on her phone.
She climbed back to the first floor, up to the second floor, past her room, to the end of the hall, and glared at the ceiling hatch which led to the attic. The pull-rope with the little red handle teased her from high above. "Fuck you. I'm pulling you this time and I'm getting past you," she swore at it.
She bent and leapt. Her arm stretched high, reaching for the smug little plastic doodad. Her finger brushed it and set it to swinging slowly back and forth. "Scared you, didn't I, you... you..." she snarled before running out of steam. She tried three more times before shaking a finger at it and stalking away to her room. "I'll be right back, you... foof-noodle! That's what you are, a foof-noodle!" rang out from her room.
Claire returned, carrying her desk chair. Once she had placed it beneath the hatch, she climbed onto it and was finally able to grasp the pull-rope's handle and pull it down, lowering the hatch, and extending the attic stairs as she'd seen her father do so many times.
"See that, Mr. Foof-noodle? I win!"
She climbed the stairs into the attic and flipped on the light. Growing up, she hadn't been allowed into the attic. Her father had said that only adults were allowed into the attic. Well, she was an adult now, if a short one who couldn't reach the handle. She'd never seen her mother reach it herself and she was surely an adult.
Glancing around the unfamiliar space, she didn't immediately know where her childhood things were, so she had to explore. She found her stuff stacked on some shelves at the far end of the attic, and quickly located the game among several other games and puzzles. An old futon stood nearby. She sat on it to reacquaint herself with the rules of the game.
Placing the game on a nearby carton, she opened it and refreshed her familiarity with the equipment. She fondly remembered the playing pieces. The Unicorn had always been her favorite game piece. As the owner of the game, she felt she should always have first pick. Her best friend Dede usually picked the Tennis Shoe when they played together.
She extracted the aged rule book and began reading the rules. Sure enough, there, toward the end, was the rule she had expected to disprove. 'Huh, well it probably never came up during game play,' she thought, 'and if it had, we probably would have ignored it anyway. I mean, really, who wants one of her best friends to suddenly be out of the game?'
Claire put the booklet back in the box and closed it. She had lifted the game to carry it back to its shelf when the lid of the carton beneath it flopped off onto the floor.
She stared at the contents of the carton. It was filled with glossy magazines with sexy nearly-naked girls on the covers. Titles such as 'Playboy' she recognized immediately. Some she had a good idea about, for instance 'Finally Legal'. She assumed the rest were similar in theme.
'The youngest models allowed by law!' announced several of the covers. "I don't doubt that," she said as she picked up the one on top of the pile and flipped through it.
Claire felt her pussy begin to moisten as she looked at the pictures of blondes, brunettes, red-heads, girls with hair as black as night. Whites, blacks, Asians, middle-eastern girls exotic as desert princesses. Big tits, small tits, flat-chested, and girls with gi-freaking-normous melons. Her age or a little older. Posing in lingerie or nude. Masturbating or getting fucked by guys who must have thought they were all that. And many pictorials with two girls together, touching, kissing, touching and kissing 'down there'. Wow!
Claire relaxed back into the cushy mattress of the futon, and reached a hand up her shirt to caress her breasts as she read a story about the two girls she was looking at. The girls were built about like she and Dede were; petite, skinny but fit, small-breasted. But these models had hairless mounds.
She imagined holding Dede like that, fucking her pussy with her fingers, then licking her 'down there', making her come.
Claire lowered her hand to her thigh and slid it up the leg of her shorts to touch her pussy. It was hot and wet with her desire to try these things with Dede.
She read a few of the captions out loud, swapping out the names. "Touch me there, Dede, make me come. Suck my clit, Claire, and I'll come for you."
Claire opened the fly of her shorts and stoked her pussy lips, circled her clit, pinched it like the girls in the magazine were, like she imagined Dede would.
"Oh, fuck, yes, Dede, just like that, I'm coming," she shouted as she brought herself to orgasm soon afterward. She sucked her pussy juices from her fingers, imagining how Dede's pussy would taste.
Claire relaxed and let her breathing return to normal before replacing the magazine back in the carton and securing the lid. She began to plan how to get Dede to try some of these things with her the next time she slept over.
Claire folded up the attic ladder, closed the hatch, and carried her chair back to her room to finish her paper. It earned her only a B and a note saying, 'your paper is well-written, but I believe you need to take another look at your own competitive spirit'.
Dede's paper had earned an A. Claire had scowled at her.
***** Fit the second, in which Claire introduces Dede to the porn stash in the attic.
"I'm home, mom," Claire called into the kitchen when she arrived home from school.
"Did you have a good day, honey?"
"It was yet another interminable period of ennui punctuated only by sudden bursts of utmost angst, mom."
"Oh, that reminds me, your father and I will be going out this Saturday night."
"Can Dede stay over?" Claire asked immediately.
"Of course she can, as long as her parents allow her to," her mother responded.
Claire whipped out her phone and texted, "hey, girlie, sleepover Saturday? Ask your mother."
Dede's response arrived a few minutes later, "yes, I think your mother already asked my mother if I could."
"Mothers, gotta love 'em," Claire texted back.
"Thanks, mom, you're the best," Claire said as she gave her mother a hug.
Her mother smiled and gave her a pat on the butt. "Anything for my little girl."
