by Moshe Harel
The Fairy Club
by
Moshe Harel
Moshe Harel
The Fairy Club
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This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Cover design by Sampath Fernando
1 Party
I was flying as fast as I could, my wings beating so hard that they probably looked like a blur, yet the hawk was faster. It came constantly closer. I could already smell its putrid breath as it opened its beak, intending to swallow me . . .
I woke up covered in cold sweat, my heart pounding, realizing that it was only a dream. Yet the smell of blood was real. I turned on my reading light and sighed in relief as I understood what it was—I finally got my first period. Most girls don’t look forward to that, yet most girls get it long before reaching sixteen. My sixteenth birthday was due in a week.
Well, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Sophie. I’m tall for my age and quite slim, with long legs and lank arms. I got my dark brown hair from my mother. Unfortunately, I got my brown eyes from my father, and didn’t get the beautiful green of my mother’s. I live in a small house in the suburbs with my parents, my brother Robert—whom everyone calls Bob—who has just turned twelve, and my little sister Emily who’s going to be eight in a few months. I go to high school and do quite well with my studies, yet I’m not very popular. Looking like a tall eleven-years-old girl at my age probably has a lot to do with that.
After taking care of the mess my newfound femininity had created, it was too late to try and sleep any longer. I took a shower, making it colder than I usually like, to compensate for lost sleep, and then went to the kitchen, noticing on my way that my siblings were still asleep but my parents had already left their bedroom.
“You woke up early, honey. What happened?” Mom asked me.
“I’ll tell you later.” Although I had very open relations with my dad, some things are just not meant for masculine ears, I thought.
Mom nodded understandingly. I think Dad was also aware of what happened, but he refrained from saying anything. He only finished his coffee, took his lunch box and his laptop, kissed my head and Mom’s lips and then said, “Goodbye,” and left.
Mom stayed at the door until his car turned out of view at the corner of the street and then closed the door and came to sit at my side. “What is it that you didn’t want your father to hear?”
“I got my period, at last,” I told her, feeling my cheeks heat.
“Congratulations, honey! You’re finally a woman! I was already wondering if we shouldn’t have the doctor check you, in case something was wrong. I’m glad it’s irrelevant now.”
“Why did you even wait until now?” I didn’t quite like the idea of visiting the doctor and speaking about such things, but Mom was usually rushing us to the doctor even for the common cold.
“Your grandma said it was not unheard of, that she had also got her period very late and that you seem to take after her. I honestly hoped you wouldn’t.” She was talking of her mother, of course.
That was an unexpected statement. Mom adored her mother. Why should she like me to not take after her?
“Is there something you don’t like about Gran?”
Mom sighed. “It’s not that I don’t like her. It’s more like . . . Her life has always been more difficult than others’. I’d like you to have an interesting life, but not a difficult one.” She hugged me comfortingly. I always got comfort from leaning my head on her chest.
“My mother will come next weekend to celebrate your sixteenth birthday. She may be willing to tell you some more about herself,” I heard Mom’s voice.
“Will she stay?” I asked enthusiastically. Gran was never boring. She always had some interesting stories to tell about fairies and goblins and elves and other mythical creatures. I always thought she had a very wild imagination, but I still liked hearing her stories.
“She said she may stay for a week, but she will only know after coming here. She may even consider moving somewhere nearby, she said.”
This really made my day.
Luckily, except for the initial mess, my period didn’t disturb me much, yet it made me more aware of my changing body and feelings. The boys, that previously didn’t interest me, unlike the other girls in my class, seemed suddenly to attract me in a way I couldn’t understand. Oh, I knew everything from books and from the other girls, but it wasn’t the same once I felt it. I found special interest in Brian, who was about a year older than me. We’d been friends of sort since we first met, about a month after I started high school. It was in the library, where we both looked for the same book. We didn’t date, but we used to meet at the library about once a week. He invited me to join his group of friends a few times, and I did the same.
But now I felt like I wanted to get much closer to him. I wondered why I felt this way. Oh, he was good looking, quite athletic and at the top of his class, as far as I knew. He was a bit taller than me and his blue eyes contrasted nicely with his dark hair. Still, I didn’t think he was my type, although I wasn’t sure what my type was. Well, I didn’t think I should bother about that. Most of the girls my age had already dated a few boys each and I expected to do the same, once I got some more feminine proportions. I didn’t need to hurry to find who could be my type. Yet a nagging feeling kept telling me that I had no time for that.
Gran was already waiting for me when I returned from school for the weekend. “Goodness, how you’ve grown up!” she said, holding me at arm’s length and looking me all over. “You’re just perfect!” she said a moment later. “Soon, the boys will not know what hit them.”
I shrugged. “They hardly even noticed me until now. I had no boobs and no butt. I looked like a small child, really. Can’t even blame them.”
“Not for long, dear. I’ve heard you’re already a woman, aren’t you?”
I blushed and nodded.
Gran sat on the sofa and patted the place at her side. I sat there and she hugged me tightly, just the way I had always liked, caressing my back first. I cuddled even closer to her.
“Tell me, dear, do you have any dreams that keep returning lately?”
I didn’t know why she asked, but I trusted her completely, so I answered, “Yes. I lately have a lot of dreams in which I’m flying, having wings. Sometimes they’re very frightening, as I have to face dangers, like hawks and other birds of prey. I feel quite small in those dreams. Other times, I just wake with a cramp between my shoulders, as if I really used wings”
Her hand caressed my back again, just between my shoulders. “I used to have similar dreams at your age, you know. I also got my period shortly before reaching sixteen. My parents were worried that I’d never become a woman.” She chuckled. “They didn’t need to worry. Now I’m more woman than most.”
I knew Gran had many suitors and she was quite generous, giving each of them what they all wanted, although Mom was her only child. “The more I give, the more I enjoy myself,” she used to say, to the dismay of my parents and hers. They all thought she was acting too slutty. It wasn’t really news to me.
Mom had never known her father, although he’s probably still alive, for the simple reason that Gran
didn’t even know who he was. “During those weeks when she was conceived, I’d been with about two or three different men almost each day. How could I know whose sperm impregnated me?”
Her hand was still caressing my back. “Why were you so free about sex? It wasn’t very common, as far as I know. Most girls my age were very strict about who they had sex with, if at all.”
Gran sighed. “It’s a long story, and I believe it’s better told after your birthday, but basically—I need it. I won’t be myself if I give it up. Your parents may not like it, but I believe you’re much more like me than you know. It will all become clearer in a few days.”
It didn’t bother me. Gran’s visits were always fun. Although I was already taller than her, I still felt like a little girl near her. She had so much knowledge, so much experience, that I wondered if I could reach even a small part of that. She was also very impressive, despite her stature. Her auburn hair and green eyes were for poets to write about, and she was always so elegant, even when wearing jeans and a simple shirt. I wished I could be like her.
We celebrated my birthday that weekend, although the exact date was two days earlier.
I threw a small party in my room for my closest friends, while my parents took my siblings to the movies and for dinner. I knew exactly who I wanted to attend. I had four very close friends, all girls, and one boy, whom I really wanted to be more than a friend. I had invited the five of them, although one said she might have to bring her boyfriend along. None of the others had one.
Only Gran stayed, but I knew she wouldn’t pose any problems. There were four girls and two boys there, one of whom was one’s boyfriend who just came along. I was afraid he would spoil it for me, but he turned out to be quite nice. We played some games and listened to music and ate some fun food. Mom had made a nice birthday cake, with a large “Sweet Sixteen” drawn with bluish cream on a fluffy pink frosting. It wasn’t very mature, I know, but I liked it just the same. My young looks even made it more acceptable to others.
Gran helped us sneak some alcoholic drinks in. Not much, and not too strong, mind you. Just enough to make us loosen up some. It didn’t turn as safe as she thought it would.
After three hours of partying, one of the girls suggested we play “truth or dare” and we all agreed. As expected, most of us chose “truth” first.
“Is it true that you’re still a little girl?” I was asked on my first turn.
“No! I’ve already got my period and my boobs have recently grown quite nicely,” I said, only later noticing how intimate the information I’d just disclosed was. Well, the others were spilling just as intimate facts about themselves. I can only blame the booze of that.
When my next turn came, I chose “dare.” It didn’t help me much. “I dare you to take off your shirt,” one of the boys said.
I was quite happy with the way my body had changed, so I was actually glad to show it. By that time, two of the girls were already partly naked. I took off my shirt with no hesitation, proudly showing my breasts, clad in a new skimpy lace bra. Although on the small size, I was glad I had them.
“Wow!” I heard several voices, both male and female. They all seemed to appreciate the view, just as I wanted them to.
It was now my turn to pose the question and I chose Brian—the boy I had originally invited, who was shirtless by then. “I dare you to get naked.”
I already knew how he would look. I’d seen my little brother naked many times when he was smaller, and there was no lack of nude pictures on the internet. I was still somewhat surprised when I saw his erect penis. I felt like that belonged to grownups, while we were just kids. I was going to realize quite soon how wrong that notion was.
I didn’t pay much attention to what came next, as even when I didn’t look at Brian or at the other boy, who was soon just as naked, sporting just as nice an erection, I could still see them in my mind and inexplicably wanted them inside me. I don’t even remember when we all took off the rest of our clothes. Somebody suggested a dance, changing the music to a slow, romantic song. I was soon engulfed in Brian’s arms while his erection was caressing my lower abdomen, making me even hornier.
There’s not much empty floor-space in a teenager’s room, as you know. We were all bumping into each other and then I had a “brilliant” idea and took Brian to dance with me on my bed, leaving the floor for the other couple and the three girls who danced as a group. Unlike the floor, my bed was anything but stable. Brian soon fell on his back, dragging me along. I landed on him, feeling his erection pressing between my thighs.
I don’t know what came over me. Oh, I wasn’t a stranger to lusty thoughts, nor ignorant of the rest, but I had never seriously thought of myself taking part in something like this except some fleeting, momentary thoughts. Now it looked like my instincts got the best of me, maybe even more than normal teen instincts. The urge to get as intimate as possible was too much for me. I just couldn’t resist it.
I sort of switched to autopilot, as I can’t remember any conscious decision, yet I remember very well what I and the others did. I wiggled my body against Brian’s giving him another tease with my breasts and then sat up, straddling him. I positioned myself above his erection and then lowered myself slowly, letting it go into my opening, which was already quite damp from my own arousal.
That wasn’t a smart move, as even I knew. It hurt badly, and going so slow only made it last longer, and yet my body acted as if on its own, moving at a painfully slow pace until I had Brian completely inside me. I then waited for the pain to subside, idly noticing that some blood was seeping out. I also noticed that my friends stopped dancing and were all looking at me, quite shocked.
I didn’t mind. Once I got accustomed to that rigid appendage inside me, I started moving up and down, increasing the rhythm constantly. I felt almost no pain by then, only an irresistible urge to move until I got what I needed, having only a dim idea of what it was. Brian didn’t stay passive for long. He soon started moving in tandem with me, caressing my breasts with one hand and my clit with the other. We were approaching our peaks at a frightening speed, and my conscious self, the one that was looking at the scene, was wondering where I was rushing. I knew the first time was usually painful and bloody and there was not much pleasure in it, if any at all. I also knew that boys usually reached their peaks much quicker than girls, and yet my body acted very “boyishly”, increasing the intensity of our copulation even further.
The other couple was not idle either, although Debby wouldn’t allow Ethan to penetrate. They just made out and she was giving his erection a nice rub. I knew I would have some more cleaning to do, once it was over. Two of the girls were also making out with each other, looking like this was not their first time, and the remaining one was just observing the couples and touching herself.
Our combined efforts brought my body to its peak. I felt myself tremble, as some muscles deep inside me spasmed uncontrollably. They also affected Brian, bringing him to his peak as well. I felt his release inside me and I hugged him tightly, making sure that nothing of it ended outside me, although it was against all that I was taught. ‘If ever you find yourself having unprotected sex, make sure that he finishes outside, not letting any of his sperm inside you, or you may get pregnant.’ That same sentence, with minor variations, was said by the nurse, the doctor who had once told us about sex, other girls, my mother, and my Gran, and still, my instincts made me act differently.
As I felt his spent member slipping out, I looked at Ethan, whose erection seemed to return after Debby finished jerking him off. I was wondering if I’d like to feel him inside me as well, when the door opened and Gran walked in.
2 Fairy
Gran didn’t look surprised at what she saw. “Your parents called. They’re on their way back. I suggest you all get dressed and clean up this mess before anybody sees it,” she said to the room at large and went out.
Brian turned completely red. “She saw us this way. What am I going to say to her whe
n I leave?”
I hugged him reassuringly. “Just say ‘Goodnight’ to her when you leave. I’m sure that she thinks you acted like every boy our age would.”
This seemed to make him relax a bit, but he now had something else in his mind.
“So . . . can I call you again?” he asked hopefully.
“I'd like that.” I tried to play it down, but the idea really excited me.
“Maybe we'll go to a movie or something.” He didn’t seem to notice my mood.
I actually liked the idea. “I think so. Do you want us to date?”
“I sure do. I never knew you’d turn out so . . . hot! I’m already looking forward to our next date.”
I smiled. “Alright, but next time we must use condoms. We should have used one this evening as well, but it wasn’t planned.”
He turned serious. “Will it make you p . . .”
“No, silly. It’s not the right time, so there’s not much chance for that. Still next time we should be more careful.” I didn’t doubt for a moment that we would have many a “next time”.
Although the music was still playing at full volume, the atmosphere had changed. We were all just a bit tipsy, and quite aware of how we had acted. All the girls were quick to put their clothes back on and the boys followed suit, still glancing at the girls to see them nude for as long as they could.
I took a pack of tissue paper to clean myself, giving some to Brian as well. I followed it with wet wipes, the kind I normally used for makeup, to remove the signs of blood. Brian accepted one reluctantly, but his penis also had some blood spots.
The girls helped me arrange my room and then congratulated me again, each kissing me on my cheek as well, before leaving. Brian stayed last. “May I also kiss you?” he asked.