That Monday morning, the schoolyard was buzzing with gossip. Wherever I looked, I saw kids whispering, reacting wide-eyed, and guffawing. I turned to a friend and asked what was happening. I could hardly believe the answer. On the weekend a group of boys and girls from our class had met at the Gulch and, well, there was nudity, and other things. One of the boys was a friend of mine, so when I got the chance, I asked him what they’d done. “What do you think we did?” he replied. So, it was true.
It was the second story of that kind I’d heard in a few weeks. Not long before, I was sitting on my front porch with a couple of neighborhood boys who were a year older than me when one of their friends walked past. When he saw us he came over and told us what had happened to him at school that day. He and two friends had heard that a particular girl had “done it,” so they decided to try their luck. In the playground at lunch time, they hung around her and hassled her. “What do you guys want?” she asked, apparently annoyed. “You know what we want,” they told her. Then, to my amazement, and probably to theirs too, she went with the three of them down to the scrub behind the sports ground, where she lay down so they could take turns with her. The guy who was telling us the story happily admitted that he went third. He was the sidekick of kids who were much tougher and cooler, so this made sense to me. Still, I was amazed that the girl had done it with all three of them. They were all older kids and their world seemed unreal to me, but now, just a few weeks later, I was hearing the same things about kids my own age.
The only time I’d come close to doing anything of that kind was during our morning break at school one day, when I joined a bunch of other boys who followed a girl, Naomi, into the corridor outside the classroom. She was the only girl in our class with fully developed breasts. She was also quite tall and beautiful, and seemed somehow more dignified than the other kids, but I was about to learn that appearances could be deceiving. In the corridor, seven or eight boys gathered around her in a circle, and Naomi explained the day’s challenge. Apparently, she and the other boys had been doing this kind of thing for a while, because they all knew the drill. On that day, Naomi pointed to small trash can and said that we boys should try to spit into it from the other side of the corridor. She would give a kiss to anyone who succeeded. But she said this almost apologetically, as though she thought it was a bit lame, and I got the impression she would have been willing to do more. I didn’t manage to get a kiss that day, but my impression of Naomi was reinforced a couple of weeks later, when I saw her loitering at the edge of a stand of trees in the local park. When she saw me, she hid behind one of the trees, so I walked on and pretended I hadn’t noticed her. A minute later, I crossed paths with a boy from our class, who was heading in the direction of the trees. Normally, he would have stopped and talked, but that day he just said “Hey” and kept walking. I carried on but turned around in time to see him disappearing into the trees.
My own first experience with a girl happened a couple of months later. It was one of those family occasions when your parents arrange to visit another family you hardly know. The family we visited had a son and two daughters, and the older daughter, Anita, was about my age. She had a pretty face, straight brown hair, and little budding breasts under her halter-neck top. There were three kids in my family too, and the six of us decided to play sardines. Anita suggested that I hide and the others try to find me, which should have been my first clue that something was up. They all covered their eyes and counted to 50 while I searched the unfamiliar house trying to find a place to hide. I thought I’d done pretty well when I opened a linen closet and crawled to the back of the lowest shelf, but it wasn’t long before the closet door opened and Anita stuck her head in. She had peaked and knew where I was hiding. She crawled straight in, closed the door behind her, then lay down and snuggled up to me. The point of the game being to pack together like sardines, it was the perfect excuse for what she wanted to do.
I had no idea what was happening when she pressed her thin lips against mine and started moving them. I had never been kissed before, and it felt more strange than exciting, but then she slipped one of her legs between mine, and my cock instantly responded. I’d always masturbated, for as long as I could remember, and I’d had my first orgasm that summer, but Anita seemed to be more experienced than me. She reached down and put her hand on my jeans where my cock was swelling. The closet was almost completely dark, with just a little light coming in under the door, so when I felt her hand on my jeans I couldn’t see much, but I felt her smile against my lips. Then she gave me the greatest thrill of my short life by slipping her hand inside my jeans and under my trunks. The feeling of skin on skin, of her soft hand on my bare cock, was so exhilarating it took my breath away, and I gasped out loud. She shushed me. “They’ll find us,” she whispered. Then she withdrew her hand and my heart pounded as I heard her undoing her jeans. She took my hand and placed it low on her belly, where I could feel the little bow on the front of her panties. Still holding my hand, she guided it down towards her crotch. But then she froze.
Footsteps were approaching outside the closet. The door opened and a shaggy head appeared below the bottom shelf and looked in. It was Liam, Anita’s older brother. “Ah!” he said, and he crawled inside. I quickly pulled my hand away from Anita’s crotch, but he noticed that her jeans were undone. “Well! What’s going on here?” he asked, as he pulled the door closed behind him. “Oh, you know,” said Anita. She seemed unperturbed. As her brother lay down beside her, she turned her face towards him, and I was stunned to realize that this was where she had gained her experience. I could hardly believe it, but I could hear them kissing. Then I was amazed to see, in the pale light, Liam’s hand moving down to Anita’s crotch where my own hand had been only a minute before. I watched transfixed as he slipped his fingers inside her panties and began to move them. Her breathing quickened and she started gasping and moaning. But then we were interrupted again.
There were quick, light footsteps approaching outside. The door opened and a little head with curly hair appeared. It was their kid sister, Emily. “Hey, Em,” said Liam, giving a little laugh. “Give us a second.” With exaggerated movements to disguise where his hand had been, he rearranged himself and made room for Emily. Evidently, she was too young to be in on the secret. As she was settling, he whispered to her to lie still and stay quiet, and while he was distracted with her, Anita reached for my hand and guided it back to her belly and down to her crotch. She clearly didn’t want to stop what she and Liam had started. I was staggered by how fast things were happening, but I knew what Anita seemed to like, so I slipped my fingers inside her panties. I’d seen my sister’s pussy, but I’d never touched one before. It felt strange and moist, with a cleft in it. I had no idea what I was doing, but I tried to copy what Liam had done. I must have done it alright, though, because Anita started to gasp and moan again. “Hey!” said Liam straight away. “None of that now!” He reached over to make me stop, but then we heard a voice outside.
“Ha!” said my sister, as the door opened again, and she and my brother stood there peering in at us. Everyone laughed, and the game was over. Liam made sure to hide Anita from view while she did up her jeans. Then the four of us crawled out. “What were you doing to her?” Emily asked me as we exited. Anita jumped in quickly. “He was just tickling me,” she said. Emily looked puzzled. “Why weren’t you laughing?” Anita didn’t have an answer to that, and I wondered how long it would be before little Em guessed their secret.
Of course, after that day, I asked my parents repeatedly if we could visit Anita’s family again, but there was always some excuse. I began to suspect that they knew more about her family than they let on. But I didn’t need to rely on them for my next sexual adventure. Me and my best friend Chad had crushes on two girls, Erin and Ashley, who were also best friends. They were both cute blonds and I liked them kind of equally. Ashley was taller, more developed and grown up. Erin was smaller and sweeter. Even though Chad was bigger and more mature than me, he liked Erin. She was the kind of adorable, agreeable girl who made boys feel good about themselves. Ashley was more of a challenge and sometimes had arguments with boys. After school one hot day, the two of them invited us to her place to swim in her pool. We’d had never been invited to a girl’s house before, and we weren’t sure our moms would let us go, so we went straight from school and didn’t ask. That meant we didn’t have swim trunks with us, but the girls said not to worry, we could borrow some from Ashley’s brothers. When we got to her place, though, there was no one else home. It was only then that she “remembered” that her brothers were at basketball practice, and her mom and dad were both at work, so the four of us were on our own.
Ashley showed me and Chad a hidden place in the garden where we could get undressed behind some bushes. Then she and Erin went into the house to change into their bikinis and get her brothers’ trunks for us to wear. Chad and I had seen each other in the gym, so we weren’t too shy. We got undressed and left our clothes at one end of the bushes. Then we sat down naked and soaked up the sun while we waited for the girls. The only danger, from my point of view, was the thought of how they would look in their bikinis. When that crossed my mind, my cock began to stir, so I tried to think of something else. After a while, Ashley’s voice came from behind the other end of the bushes. She told us she was sorry, but she couldn’t find her brothers’ swim trunks. “What?” We stood up, went across and peered over the bushes to confront her. “What are we going to wear?” “Nothing, I guess,” she said with a smile. Then she turned and ran towards the house, laughing as she went. At the other end of the bushes, we heard Erin laughing too. Then we turned to see our clothes disappearing. She scooped them up in both hands and sprinted for the house, squealing as she went. Ashley held the door open for her, then slammed it shut behind them. From inside, we heard their shrieks of hysterical laughter.
Chad and I weren’t laughing, but we weren’t too bothered either. We thought this was a pretty childish stunt, but we figured it could work out alright for us. We weren’t going to clamor at the door for our clothes, so we decided to ignore the girls and have our swim. What would they do if we were both naked in the pool? We decided to find out, so, on the count of three, we ran naked from behind the bushes and jumped in. We splashed and dived and swam around, wondering how long it would take them to decide what to do. Eventually, they appeared in their bikinis. We stopped and stared. The differences between them were clearer than ever. Erin hardly needed her bikini top, she had so little to hide, but Ashley’s developing breasts filled hers nicely, and her bikini bottoms stretched beautifully across the curves of her hips. Despite the effect of the cool water, I felt my cock stirring again.
The two of them approached the pool, but we boys had planned our strategy. “No way!” we said. “If we’re naked, you have to be too.” Ashley took up the fight and said we couldn’t force them to strip. “If you don’t, we’ll do it for you,” we said. “Just get in and find out.” The stand-off lasted a couple of minutes. The girls said it wasn’t fair if they had to strip off completely, because they had two places to cover up, and we only had one. We thought that was pretty lame and we let them know it, but in the end we compromised. We said they could get in the pool if they took off either their tops or their bottoms. In truth, that was more than we expected, so we didn’t complain, and we could hardly believe our luck when they agreed to take off their tops. My guess was that maybe Erin didn’t mind too much because she didn’t have that much to hide, and Ashley went along with it because she secretly didn’t mind showing us what she had. They turned away and loosened their tops, then slipped them off. When they turned around and faced us, my heart pounded and my cock swelled further. Ashley’s breasts were the most beautiful things I’d ever seen, and I watched in awe as she walked towards the pool and dived in.
At first, maybe out of some old-fashioned feeling of chivalry, we boys stayed in the water on our side of the pool, but after a while, the temptation was too strong. Chad swam towards Erin and I moved over to Ashley. I was in a sort of trance at the sight of her breasts, and my excitement was multiplied by the fact that she was willing to let me see them. It gave me a kind of courage I didn’t normally have and I felt like the usual rules of behavior didn’t apply. When I got near her, I stretched out a hand and cupped one of her breasts. She looked me straight in the eye, then reached down and took hold of my balls. I thought I was going to suffer for my brazen act, but then she moved her hand up and held my semi-swollen cock. It quickly swelled some more, and she smiled.
Things weren’t going so smoothly, though, for Chad and Erin. They caught our attention when she suddenly pushed him away and swam to the edge of the pool. “Come on!” he called after her. “Don’t be like that.” She didn’t say anything in response. She just lifted herself out of the water, picked up her towel, and went to sit on the lawn. “You OK?” Ashley called to her, but Erin didn’t respond to that either, so Ashley got out of the pool and went to see what was wrong. I swam over to Chad and asked what had happened. “I just tried to kiss her,” he said, as though there couldn’t be anything wrong with that. We both thought everyone, including Erin, knew that Chad liked her, and we kind of figured that we wouldn’t be there, naked in a pool with her, unless she felt the same way. After all, she had stolen our clothes. We couldn’t understand her reaction.
The girls sat on their towels on the lawn and spoke to each other quietly, while we boys waited to see what they did next. But after a while, they just stopped talking and lay back in the sun, so we got out of the pool and went over. “Everything OK?” we asked. “Yeah, we’re fine,” said Ashley, in a tone that suggested they weren’t really. “Can we share your towels?” asked Chad. Sometimes, being a bit boneheaded isn’t the worst thing. Ashley hadn’t lent us any towels, and the ones they were lying on were jumbo sized, so the girls moved over and made room for us. My cock was still semi-swollen. Lying next to topless Ashley in the warm sunshine, it started growing again. She must have been watching because she sat up and asked, “How big does it get?” “Oh, big enough to do damage,” I replied coolly. “Ooh, are you threatening me?” she asked. “Maybe I am. But if you really want to know, you can help it get there.” “Oh Mother, may I?” she asked mockingly. But curiosity got the better of her, and she stretched out a hand to stroke it. It took about five seconds to reach full size. “Is that it?” she asked. “Not big enough for you?” “Depends what you’re planning to do with it.” “You’ll find out.”
Erin evidently wasn’t impressed by this kind of crass flirtation. She got up, walked back to the pool, and dived in. None of us were sure whether Chad should follow her. After a while, he went over and sat on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water. Ashley looked at me. “Come on,” she said. Then she pulled me up by the hand and led me across the lawn and behind the bushes. As soon as we were out of sight, she turned and kissed me. This was my first kiss since Anita had caught me off guard, so I wanted to do it better. Ashely’s lips were fuller and softer than Anita’s, and her tongue probed my mouth excitingly. I found it pretty easy to respond. I could feel her soft, naked breasts against my bare chest and the smooth skin of her belly against my hard cock. I began to press my cock against her. She reached down and put her hand on it. I was even more exhilarated by the touch of her hand than I had been by Anita’s. I thought I might shoot my load straight away, but she stopped fondling me and said “Wait here.”
She headed back to the lawn and quickly returned with her towel. Then she spread it on the ground and lay down. I lay down right beside her with my cock against her body. There was a very tempting gap between her belly and her bikini, where the fabric stretched straight across from one hip to the other. I extended a hand, slipped my fingers into the gap, and slid them down. Not really knowing what I was doing, I rubbed the outside of her pussy lips. She responded by pressing her pussy against my hand. Then my middle finger slid between the lips, and she gasped with pleasure, reminding me how Anita reacted when Liam put his hand in her panties. It was wet and slippery down there. I move my hand up and down with my middle finger between the lips, and she gasped and moaned and pressed herself against me. Then I slid my finger down further and it slipped inside, up to the second knuckle. She gasped more loudly. Still without much idea what I was doing, I moved my finger in a circular motion, massaging the inside of her pussy, and she began to writhe and groan. Then she grabbed my hand and stopped me for a moment. Raising her hips off the ground, she slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and over her feet.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” she said. “I won’t,” I told her. “Promise me.” “I promise.” Then she reached over with both arms and pulled me on top of her. Her soft body felt delicious under me. We kissed again, this time more passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as our bodies began thrusting at each other. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “I want you inside me. Have you done it before?” “No.” She reached down, took hold of my cock, and steered it towards her pussy. “Try to hang on,” she said, “and make it last as long as you can.” Then she inserted the knob of my cock into her wet pussy. I pushed it further in and instantly felt an ecstasy I’d never known before. Sinking into her soft flesh, I was lost in a transport of blissful pleasure that I couldn’t have imagined until that moment. I wanted to hang on like she asked, but it wasn’t easy. She was meeting my thrusts with her own and it was almost impossible to control myself. I did my best and lasted about a minute. Then it was like my whole body lifted and my cock thrust into her again and again with a feeling of utter elation as I pumped my cum inside her. I had never known such euphoria. I lay there, panting, enraptured. She held me and laughed in a friendly way. “Wow,” she said. “That was intense.” “Sorry I didn’t last very long.” “You did OK,” she reassured me. “You made up for it.”
We were dozing naked on her towel a little while later when Chad appeared from the other side of the bushes. His eyes widened when he saw us. “Sorry guys,” he said. “I don’t know what to do about Erin. She won’t stop crying.” “What did you do to her?” asked Ashley, alarmed. “Nothing,” he assured her. “She’s just upset, and she won’t say why.” So Ashley went down to see Erin. Chad looked at me. “What have you guys been doing?” “Everything,” I said with a grin, “and you won’t believe how good it is.” “Fuck,” he breathed. “Exactly,” I said. “It’s like you’ve died and gone to heaven but lived to do it all over again. It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” “Jesus,” he shook his head. He looked kind of sad and bewildered. I was sorry things weren’t working out for him and Erin.
Ashley came back and looked at me. “She wants to talk to you.” “Me? Why?” It was my turn to be bewildered. “You better go and find out.” Then she turned to Chad. “You should stay with me.” I looked at her and she smiled knowingly. I was a bit shocked, but I knew I shouldn’t have been. I hadn’t completely satisfied her, so I figured Chad was in for the experience of a lifetime.
I found Erin lying on her towel, curled on her side, sniffling. I sat down next to her. “You OK?” I asked stupidly. She reached out, took my arm, and put it around her, so I lay down behind her, spooning her fragile body. “I’m such an idiot,” she sobbed. “No you’re not,” I said automatically, not knowing what else to say. “Did you and Ashley do it?” she asked over her shoulder, without looking at me. I remembered my promise to Ashley, but I couldn’t lie to Erin, so I said nothing, which told her everything. “Oh God,” she burst out crying. “I’m such a loser.” “You’re not a loser,” I told her. “You don’t have to do it, you know. It’s not for everyone.” “You don’t understand,” she snuffled. “I want to do it, just not with Chad.” Then the penny dropped. “Do you understand now?” she asked plaintively. “Yes, I think I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Then I cuddled her properly, putting both my arms around her from behind as she pressed her little bikini-clad ass against my crotch. For all it had been through, my cock still had some life in it, and it began to revive.
Erin snuggled into me. Then she turned her pretty face towards me and looked for a kiss. I was getting more confident about it, but she still managed to take me by surprise. She opened her mouth wide and moved her tongue wildly. That was my first taste of the strength of desire lurking in her little frame. Soon, my cock was hard again and we embraced passionately as she writhed against me with an energy I would never have imagined she possessed. She was giving herself to me without saying it out loud, and she panted excitedly as I pulled down her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside. She looked up at me with wide eyes of innocence and wonder and longing as she opened her legs to receive me. I pushed the knob of my swollen cock into her tight little pussy, and she instantly cried out. Unlike Ashley, she had an intact hymen, and the pain of breaking it was a shock to both of us. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” I said. Tears came to her eyes, but she clung to me. “It’s OK,” she said through her pain. “Don’t stop.” Slowly, I slid my cock deeper into her. Her pussy was tight, but I could feel it gradually stretching to take me. She began to whimper with each push. Before long I was amazed to feel that I was all the way in. Her pussy clung to the full length of my cock and I could feel my pubic bone against her. Then she began to return my movements and we ground against each other steadily. Thanks to Ashley, I wasn’t in a hurry, and my pleasure seemed to build at the same pace as Erin’s. We both panted with increasing intensity as our bodies pressed together repeatedly. We clung to each other, thrusting with greater force and rhythm. Then I felt my pleasure peak, and I held still for one ecstatic second before a blissful release took hold of me. A moment later, I felt Erin spasming in a beautiful involuntary rhythm. She let out rhapsodic gasps of pleasure as her orgasm took control of her. Then slowly, our throbbing and quivering subsided till we lay motionless in each other’s arms.
Ashley and Chad had finished long before us but waited patiently to join us on the lawn. We all laughed and said it was the best afternoon of our lives. Before we left, we had another swim, all four of us naked. Chad focused completely on Ashley, and she seemed to love his attention. Erin and I canoodled in our own corner of the pool.
When I got home my mother asked where I’d been and I told her a few of us had gone to a friend’s place for a swim. “Oh, that’s nice,” she said. “Was it good?” “Fantastic,” I said, as I turned away to hide my expression of pure joy.