Two life long friends start to explore intimacy together.
In 2 parts, By D j mac 1031 - listen to the
The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it
was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I’d wanted to go for a walk in the
She was 18, I was 19, but we’d known each other since we
were toddlers, our families being very close and part of the same church group.
The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I
graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our
mutual friends from church and school.
As I said, we’d been friends for a long time, but it was
only in recent months that things seemed to change between us.
Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted
to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our
parents’ particular brand of religion, had brought us closer together as
friends, but also somehow felt more than ‘just’ friends.
I’d certainly started noticing her beautiful body more
Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp
around her face. Blue eyes that almost matched the pool water we were currently
Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I’m sure her parents
had some say in that) but still couldn’t help but highlight the curves of her
perfect apple sized breasts, or the roundness of her ass that hadn’t quite lost
She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent
a lot of time sunning herself when she wasn’t actually swimming in it.
We’d been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our
friends, and there was the usual silliness, splashing, and occasional
“accidental” groping of random body parts as we all chased each other around
the pool, taking turns being the “blind” player.
My hands had found Amy’s body on more than a few occasions
when it was my turn. I was starting to think she was letting me catch her just
so my hands could brush against her hips, her back, and yes once right across
We’d been taking a break from the game and just floating
nearby each other, catching our breath, when she asked about going for the
Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting
snacks or drinks or just drying off.
“You really wanna?” I asked, surprised. We’d been spending a
lot of time together recently, but both of us having very religious
conservative parents made it difficult to actually pursue any kind of true
We weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend yet, not by any
stretch, but had certainly progressed beyond mere childhood friends in the
I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the
lips at her graduation ceremony just a few days ago.
Oh it was quick, and she’d been hugging and kissing lots of
folks. But it wasn’t accidental on her part and it certainly didn’t feel
“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun, I promise,” she replied. The
smile on her face was mischievous to say the least.
I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak
out if they caught us sneaking off together. I honestly couldn’t wait to get
out of my house and away from all the religious nonsense. But until then I had
to put up with their repressive bullshit that made it incredibly difficult for
me to even consider dating any girls on a regular basis, let alone get laid.
We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a
Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the
other parents in attendance, drinking, laughing, and playing some
I didn’t think they’d notice us.
“ Okay, let’s go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods
Amy didn’t hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little
path that was barely visible in the dark.
As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one
more look around, saw no one noticing us, and quietly slipped through the trees
We hadn’t gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A
few stumps marked where some trees had been cleared, and a small pile of wood
to one side, apparently the remains of some makeshift fort.
“My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have
sleep-outs in their fort. They never let me come here with them but I’ve always
known about it. They eventually forgot about it as they got older, but I never
did. It’s a nice spot to just get away and be alone for a while,” she
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool I guess” I said, then, awkwardly,
“not that many bugs here.”
She laughed. “I keep it clear here so it doesn’t get
overgrown. And I sprayed some bug killer here earlier this afternoon. Just in
case.” She had that mischievous grin again and a twinkle in her eye I couldn’t
“In case what?” I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a
“In case this” she said, and suddenly she was in my arms,
her lips pressed to mine.
I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took
over, and I kissed her back.
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I’ve
been wanting to do that forever, you know. I’ve been waiting so long for the
I smiled, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face was in the
moonlight that shone down on us.
"Wow. Well I’m, I’m glad you did Amy. That was, that
was really, that was really nice.” I stuttered around the words like an idiot.
“I’m glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again.” She
smiled, looking at me in anticipation.
This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist,
leaning down a bit (she was shorter than me) and moving in for another kiss.
She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.
We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it
quickly. I tested her lips with my tongue; they parted and accepted it. She
offered her tongue in return, and we explored, if a bit awkwardly, the art of
We’d break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each
other’s eyes, smile, then right back at it.
My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her
arms were up around my neck and she was standing on her toes to help get some
I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my
hands. First just slowly up then back down her sides. I repeated this move a
few times and her body seemed to respond positively, so I got braver.
My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her
back. While the front of her suit was modest, the back was mostly open, allowing
my hands to gently caress her soft, perfect skin.
She broke the kiss and giggled, “that tickles!”
“I didn’t say stop, did I?” She replied softly, then started
My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving
them in small slow circles, lower, and lower still, stopping just above her
I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and
realized she was trying to actually move her ass UP and into my hands!
I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down
and finally cupping the perfect teen bubble ass I’d up until then been able to
admire only with my eyes.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she broke the kiss. “Finally. Took you
long enough,” she giggled again playfully.
“I was trying to be a gentleman,” I joked.
“Well stop trying so hard” she shot back playfully.
“Oh yeah?“ I said in mock annoyance. "Well then,” and
with that I playfully grabbed her ass harder.
What happened next happened quickly. My pull on her ass
threw her off the balance of her toes, and she fell forward, right into me, our
bodies touching fully for the first time.
And that’s when I realized I had a massive erection.
I felt her lower stomach lean right into it when she
slipped, felt the simultaneous jolt of pain from the impact and pleasure from,
She was laughing at first, then suddenly went quiet as she
looked down, confused for a moment.
Then her eyes went wide as she looked up at me.
“Is that, is that your,” Now she was the one stuttering. "Is
that what I think it is?“ She managed to get out.
My face went beet red. "Yeah, um, look, sorry, I,”
“It’s okay” she cut in. “Did I, did I hurt you?”
“No,” I replied. (it had hurt, but only a little really and
I didn’t want to make her feel bad.)
“Oh, okay, good.” She said, biting her lip.
We stood there in awkward silence for a moment. But she
didn’t back away, and I certainly didn’t want her to. My cock was throbbing, straining
against the fabric of my suit, and while separated by my suit and her own, I
still enjoyed the contact of another person, especially my beautiful friend
Amy, touching up against my penis, even if only indirectly.
I didn’t want the moment to end. But I didn’t know how to
Amy finally broke the silence. "Is that, because of
She pulled away from me and I almost groaned. I didn’t want
But she only pulled back far enough to look down to see the
tent pushing up from my swimsuit.
Her eyes again went wide. “Wow. I mean I knew they got,
bigger, when guys got, uh; but I didn’t think they’d get that, big, or,” She
stopped, looking both confused and excited.
I was embarrassed, yet also feeling a sense of pride, and
excitement. My life-long friend was seeing my erected penis for the first time,
even if it was covered by my suit, and it was giving her a good show.
“Have you never seen a guys, you know, thing before?” I
asked, hoping mine was truly her first.
“Well, no, not really. A picture in a textbook once. but it
was just a drawing, and not this big, or,” she paused.
“Hard?” I finished for her.
“Yeah,” she laughed. "I never saw a hard one, or a real
"Yeah, they’re usually smaller and soft, normally. But
get much bigger and harder when, excited” I explained simply.
“So you’re, excited, because of me?”
“Yes,” I replied, “Amy, you’re so beautiful, and I’m so
happy to be here, kissing you, and touching you. I’ve wanted this for a long
time too, and now that it’s happening, I can’t help but get, well, turned on. I
hope this doesn’t upset you.”
“No, not at all. I, I love it” she said, grinning widely.
“Can I, can I touch it? She stammered.
My heart jumped. This is gonna happen? My brain screamed
"Of course,” I managed to say, “I’d, I’d love that.”
She came in closer to me again. I could smell the chlorine
in her hair, but also just, well, her. Her bright face shined in the moonlight,
beautiful, without a stitch of makeup on.
Her left arm went around my hip to my back, and with her
right, she slowly, tentatively, reached out and placed the palm of her hand
over the bulge of my suit.
My cock jumped immediately at her touch, and she was
startled, pulling her hand back in surprise.
“It moved!” She gasped. “Wait, it, it moves?”
“Yeah it does that,” I smiled, begging silently for her to
She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s great! It moves!”
She laughed so loud I was afraid the whole party behind us would hear.
“Shush,” I whispered, and she tried to contain herself, finally
quieting to the occasional giggle.
Her hand reached out, more boldly this time, and again my
throbbing member jumped at her touch, but this time she didn’t pull away.
Instead, she started gently rubbing it with the palm of her
hand. It bobbed and twitched with her movements and she smiled brightly, like a
kid on Christmas with a new toy, enjoying how it responded to her touch.
I was enjoying it too. Not exactly the way I did it on my
own of course, but hell, any touching was good touching, when it came to a
beautiful girl with her hand on your cock.
“Does that, does it feel, good?” She asked shyly.
“Oh god yes, Amy. It feels amazing, so so good! Please don’t
She smiled such a beautiful smile, and continued exploring.
“I want to, I wanna see it” she said suddenly.
I felt I must be dreaming. If so, please, whatever you do,
God, be merciful, please don’t wake me up now!
I couldn’t even manage the words so just nodded, and she
slowly tugged down my suit, struggling a bit to get it over the protruding
obstacle, until I helped by undoing the string and tugging with her.
It suddenly popped out, springing upward in all its full
She had to stifle another laugh; not a cruel one, mocking
me, but a joyful, playful excited laugh that spoke to how thrilled she was to
“Wow! Holy crap!” She whispered. “It looks even bigger in
person! And so, veiny! Are you sure that’s not painful? It looks so swollen!”
“Not painful at all, it actually feels really pleasurable, and
very sensitive to, being touched” I said, hinting at what I hoped she’d get
She grinned wickedly and took the hint, and her hand again
reached for my cock. Within moments I was feeling, for the first time ever, the
incredible feeling of skin on skin contact from someone other than myself
Now, she was using her fingers, running them up my shaft,
tracing their way to the tip, then, back down. My body was literally shaking in
Suddenly she giggled again.
“What’s so funny now?” I asked, not harshly.
“I just now noticed your, what’s the word? Testicles, right?
They’re, don’t be mad, please, but they’re just silly looking. Like little
“Yeah well that’s why we call them balls,” I laughed. "And
it’s okay, I’m not mad. They are kinda goofy looking.“
Her hand cupped them gently, and she looked up at me,
questioning. "Is this okay? I don’t wanna hurt them, I know it can really
hurt a guy getting hit there.”
“You’re fine, just be gentle with them, don’t squeeze, just
She gently rubbed them for a few seconds, feeling their
weight, being very careful.
“What feels better, touching your, balls, or your,?” She
must have felt embarrassed to say penis or cock or whatever other term, because
she just gestured at my twitching member.
“My cock?” I said, seeing how she’d react if I said it.
She flinched at the word, not used to using or hearing the
“dirty” words too often I suppose.
“Yeah, your, cock,” she repeated, trying out the word, then
“Your big hard cock.” Her face had that wicked grin again.
“Yeah touching my cock feels better, honestly,” I grinned
back. “Especially when you are touching it.”
She took that as an invitation to continue.
“Tell me how to, to touch it the way, the way you like,” she
“Okay. Well,” I paused, then continued, “what you were doing
felt really good, but it’s better if you, well, here, let me show you.” And
with that I took her hand and guided it into the more familiar grip around my
shaft, then showed her how to stroke it, pulling the skin gently up around the
tip, then back, the way every guy figures out how to do as soon as he hits
She got the hang of it pretty quickly and I let go, allowing
her to continue at her own pace.
“It feels so warm,” she gasped, “and, I can feel your pulse
Suddenly she looked up at me. “It’s, beautiful.” She said,
I pulled her in close as we kissed, her hand never letting
I was close to cumming, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer
if she kept going. I grabbed her hand and made her pause, trying to extend the
moment. She looked up at me questioningly.
“Just needed a pause for a second.” I explained. Suddenly, I
“Can I,?” I stammered, as I moved my hand towards her
beautiful firm boobs, waiting for her consent.
She bit her lip, then nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
I touched her breast gently, my hand over her suit still,
heard her gasp, felt her shudder. I could feel her nipple, stiff and swollen,
poking through the fabric.
Her hand suddenly left my cock, and I looked at her, curious.
She simply smiled then reached up and slowly slipped the shoulder straps of her
She hesitated for only a moment, then continued, exposing to
my delighted eyes her firm, young breasts for the first time.
They stood, perky and oh so round, their pale pinkness a
sharp contrast to the rest of her tanned skin. Her nipples were tiny points
sticking up from the middle of her light pink, puffy areolas.
My face must have been interesting; with my mouth agape and
my eyes wide, because she giggled again, nervously.
“Do you like them?” She asked quietly.
“They’re beautiful. Just like you Amy,” I replied lovingly.
With my left arm still holding her close, my right hand
again found her perfect tits.
I went from one to the other, alternating between a gentle
caress and soft squeezes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her left
breast. I gently rolled her left nipple between my fingers, then gave it a
slight tug. She gasped in surprise and (I’d hoped) pleasure.
“Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you?” I asked, concerned.
“No, I’m fine, it felt good, just, sensitive,” she managed
to say, breathing heavily.
We kissed again, and then I felt her hand return to stroking
After about another minute or two of this, her stroking my
cock, me playing with her breasts, I felt the familiar sensation of my climax
approaching, knowing I would not be able to hold it back any longer.
“Amy,” I gasped, breathing heavy, “you’re going to make me,
oh God, I can’t hold it back,” I moaned, tried not to scream my pleasure, and
managed to get out “Please, just don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t,”
My cock swelled; she gasped but didn’t let go, kept
stroking, as the first blast of hot cum shot from the tip of my cock.
It hit her right between her exposed breasts. She jumped but
stayed close, still not letting go, still jerking me steadily as blast after
sticky blast continued to burst from my straining organ.
Cum went everywhere; more squirted on her suit, her hand,
her arm. Some dripped on her feet, and I could hear her squealing and giggling.
Her eyes met mine, confused and questioning. "Just a
little more, please, I’m begging you.“ I groaned, and she kept her grip,
milking the last remaining drops, watching them ooze out the tip to drip to the
Finally, I could take no more, and grabbed her hand gently,
pulling it away from my still hard but finally satisfied cock.
"So, so good, Amy, that was so good, thank you, oh
thank you,” I struggled and finally managed to control my breathing as I
repeated, “Oh, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said gently, and her lips found mine
That kiss lasted, seconds? Minutes? A lifetime? Forever?
Finally it broke, and we both laughed. We shared a mutual
mix of embarrassment and excitement at the state we found ourselves in. My
cock, hanging there, slowly deflating. Her breasts still exposed. Cum
“Holy shit that was a mess!” She exclaimed. “I knew, I knew
something would, you know, come out, but, wow, holy shit!”
I realized with horror the mess I had made on her. “Oh god,
Amy, I’m sorry, really, it just happened so fast, I wasn’t thinking, I,”
She cut me off. “It’s okay. I, I loved it. I loved making
that happen. I loved that you felt good. I loved that it was because, because
of me.” I could hear the pride in her voice, like a sense of accomplishment.
“Shit, we better clean up” she gasped suddenly. She then
grabbed the towel she had brought and started desperately wiping away the spunk
from her boobs. “Take one last look” she said as she fixed her suit, covering
up her breasts to my dismay.
She then continued cleaning herself, mopping up the jizz
that had splattered on her suit, hands and feet.
“It’s okay, don’t worry,” she said; to herself or me I
wasn’t sure. “I’ll clean most of this up and in the dark no one will notice the
stains, and I’ll jump back in the pool real quick and that should,” She paused,
looked at me, still standing there, cock deflated now but sticky with my cum,
then laughed and threw me the towel. "Here, clean up and put that away,“
she said quickly, ”we gotta get back before someone notices we’ve been
I quickly wiped myself down, and noticed her eying my penis
"It’s, softer now.” She whispered.
“Yeah, you, you tired it out.” I winked and smiled. She
laughed, again looking pleased with herself.
We quickly finished cleaning up, did a double check on each
other, adjusted our clothing to make sure everything was back in place, then
shared one last, lingering kiss.
I looked her in the eye, resolved to tell her my feelings.
“Hush.” She said, cutting me off. “We gotta go! Now!”
We crept down the path, back the way we came. I could hear
the sounds of the party again as we came to the end of our tree cover.
We stopped, peaking out cautiously, seeing who may be
looking in our direction.
It looked clear, and I was about to step out when Amy
“Wait,” she whispered. “I’ll go first. My mom knows I like
to visit that clearing alone sometimes. I tell her I pray out there, but I
really just go to get away from them and be alone sometimes. If she or someone
else sees me coming out alone, that’s my story, that I slipped away for a quiet
You genius, I thought as I smiled admiringly at her.
“You wait a few minutes. If I get back without questions,
I’ll head right for the house, wash my suit off better and make sure to rinse
this towel out. Wait till I’m in the house, then come out. If anyone questions
you, tell them,” Here she paused, hesitated.
“I’ll tell them I had to pee and the bathroom was occupied. Embarrassing,
but better than the truth” I whispered back.
She smiled. “That will work, good thinking. Okayhere I go.
She paused, kissed my lips quickly, touched my cheek gently,
Then she turned, and stepped out from the trees, walking
slowly back towards the yard.
Amy cleans up, then has a few minutes of alone time.
around, the coast was clear, and she made a beeline up the stairs and towards
the bathroom. In the hallway, she almost plowed into her best friend Cindy, who
had just exited the bathroom.
“Hey, there you are,” said Cindy. “I was looking for you
earlier. Where were you?”
Amy panicked for a moment but quickly collected herself, and
managed a calm, casual reply. “Oh just went for a walk, needed some quiet time
to reflect, be with God, ya know?” Amy then made a move to get around Cindy,
trying to reach the bathroom before Cindy noticed anything suspicious.
But it was too late. “You look, flushed. Nervous. You okay?
Something wrong?” Cindy asked.
“No nothing,” Amy spat out too quickly. “Just, just really
gotta pee.” She tried again for the bathroom.
Cindy caught her up again. “Something is up, I can tell.
Come on, dish!” she pleaded.
“I’ll, I’ll tell you about it later, I promise,” Amy
“You better, bestie,” Cindy called after her as Amy finally
made it to the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Whew, finally,” Amy whispered to herself. She double
checked to make sure she locked the door, then turned to examine herself in the
Her face broke into a huge grin. “I can’t believe we just
did that,” she thought, recalling the recent time she’d just spent alone in the
Her good Christian upbringing told her she should be feeling
guilt and shame, like a wanton little slut that men would never respect, let
But she didn’t really believe any of that. Instead, all she
felt was the joy and excitement of a young woman discovering both love and the
pleasures of the flesh at the same time.
She composed herself quickly; can’t dwell on that just yet.
She examined her bathing suit in the mirror. Despite her
best efforts, she could still see the dried remains of Tommy’s, sperm? Semen?
She knew there was a difference but couldn’t remember what. It had dried to
dark patches on her light blue suit.
“I’ll have to change it,” she thought. “I’ll tell mom I
spilled something on it.” She quickly stripped off her suit and as she did so,
noticed another stain. This one in the crotch.
“Wow, girl, you really got yourself excited, didn’t you?”
she thought. The gusset of her suit was damp and sticky, and as she held it up
closer to examine it, she caught a strong whiff of the scent of her vagina that
not even the pool chlorine could drown out.
It wasn’t an unpleasant smell. She’d smelled it before of
course, during her relatively recent discovery and explorations of the
pleasures of self pleasure. She found herself wondering if Tommy would enjoy
Masturbation was a “sin” her parents would condemn, no
doubt, but she’d felt no shame in touching herself, in discovering how her body
reacted to the exploration of her fingers over her most intimate parts.
Almost absent mindedly, Amy ran her hand over the fine
blonde pubic hair covering her mound. Slipping downwards between her legs, she
discovered the slick warm wetness that still lingered there. She felt the
pulsing and throbbing of the little bump at the top that she knew would give
her incredible pleasure if she just,
“Not now, dammit,” she swore to herself. “Get this done,
She stooped, still naked, and quickly washed out her suit
along with the towel she’d used to wipe herself down earlier, making sure to
get all of Tommy’s sticky stuff off of both.
Looking down, she noticed a faded drop of, cum, she decided
to call it, a word she’d heard before somewhere, dried now but still visible on
She touched it, tentatively, then smelled her finger. On a sudden
The taste was faint, but tangy and salty. She wondered for a
moment what it would be like to taste it fresh, and her vagina throbbed at the
“Not now!” she thought again, and quickly jumped in the
shower, soaping and rinsing her whole body as quickly as possible. Her private
parts begged her to linger over washing them. She ignored it.
Finished bathing, Amy grabbed a fresh towel, dried off, and
wrapped herself in it. She then scooped up the wet suit and soiled towel. She’d
put them in her bedroom hamper, and hopefully remember to do her own laundry
She cracked the bathroom door and peeked out. All clear.
Her bedroom door was just a few steps down the hall and she
made it through and behind it in seconds. Again she quickly locked her door.
She walked over to her bedroom window that overlooked the
yard where the party was still going on and peeked out through the curtains.
Her parents were still playing the card game they’d been at
with the other parents when she and Tommy had first snuck off to the woods for
what turned out to be way more than just the kissing she’d planned on.
She looked around for Tommy, and saw him sitting alone by
the edge of the pool, dangling his feet in the water, looking lost in thought.
She had a sudden overwhelming desire to knock on the window,
get his attention, and flash him her boobs. A desire she quickly squashed. “If
my parents saw that they’d chain me in the basement for a month with a rosary,”
she said, grimacing at the thought.
She would go back out and join him soon, she thought.
Hopefully get to talk privately but if not, at least spend time with him,
basking in their secret shared stolen moments together.
“But first,” she thought, “God help me but I need to take
Amy closed the curtains, making sure they were completely
covering her window. She doubted anyone could see anything that high up, but
she was taking no chances.
She walked over to her bed, dropped her towel, and lay naked
“I’ve only got a few minutes or I’m gonna need another story
But a few minutes was all she’d need really.
Amy had only truly discovered masturbation last summer. It
was her 18th birthday party, another pool party, and of course Tommy had been
They’d been swimming of course, along with the usual horse
Nothing had happened between them then, but at one point
while she was sunning herself on the deck, Amy saw something.
Or at least, she thought she did.
Tommy had just climbed out of the pool near her, and as he
stood up, his suit was clinging to him tightly, and Amy, who was lounging in
her pool chair, sunglasses on, saw quite clearly the outline of his, well, she
was pretty sure it was his penis.
It only lasted a second, as he adjusted his suit and the
fabric fell away from it, but that moment locked in Amy’s mind.
She’d suddenly become fascinated with seeing it again, and
found herself, over and over again throughout the day, stealing glances at his
crotch when she thought he wasn’t looking, keeping her sunglasses on so she
wouldn’t be obvious about it.
Every time he moved, everytime he bent or even walked, she
looked for any telltale signs of it under his suit, to the point she was
probably over imagining every curve of the fabric of his bathing suit.
That night when she crawled into bed, that singular moment
of him stepping out of the pool, suit tight and clinging around the outline of
his genitals, was replaying over and over in her mind, not allowing sleep to
She’d touched herself before that night, off and on, even
though she’d been taught that was a sin of course.
But that night, she felt a hot ache between her legs she’d
never experienced before, an ache that begged to be touched, massaged, fondled,
She’d experienced her first true orgasm that night, and in
the months since had figured out the best ways to bring that incredible feeling
And almost every time, she wound up thinking about the
outline of Tommy’s penis in his bathing suit.
Now though, oh, she had so, So much more to think about!
She’d kissed him. Made out with him!
She hadn’t just seen the outline of his penis this time.
She’d actually seen it fully hard and erect and literally making a tent in his
She’d actually touched it! First over his suit, then
actually took down his shorts and literally saw and touched it fully exposed!
It even moved, like it had a mind of its own! Oh how that
had made her laugh with delight.
And best of all, she’d made him squirt! Everywhere!
Amy’s mind raced with all of this as she rubbed her clit
furiously. She had no time for a slow build up and didn’t need it.
Her vagina was on fire; swollen, slick and dripping as she
She never used her fingers too deeply, wanting to keep her
virginity intact, but explored deep enough to imagine the tip of Tommy’s cock,
(“Yes, cock, that’s what he called it,” she remembered) pushing its way into
her tight virgin opening.
She actually knew what that tip looked like now, had held it
in her hand, rubbed her fingers on it. She could almost imagine what the ridge
of it would feel like, sliding in and out of her. Sex suddenly made much more
She remembered his touch on her breasts and her free hand
immediately went to them, trying to recreate the movements his hand had made on
Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, sending shockwaves
of pleasure that traveled down through her stomach and into her clit like they
Amy felt her orgasm approaching, and buried her face in her
pillow to stifle her screams as she climaxed the hardest she ever had.
Her back arched, her legs lifting her ass up off the
bedspread, as wave after wave of pure bliss flowed through her.
Finally, spent, sweaty and sticky with her own juices this
time, she came back down to reality.
“Amy? Amy?” It was her mother’s voice, coming down the
“Shit!” Amy gasped under her breath.
She quickly scrambled out of bed.
Digging through her dresser, Amy found her other bathing
She realized as she was getting dressed that she hadn’t
cleaned herself up properly, but no time for that now!
“Amy?” Her mom’s voice, just outside her door now, knocking.
“Just a minute, mom!” Amy yelled, scrambling to adjust her
hastily thrown on suit. She stole a quick look in the mirror, took a deep
breath to compose herself, then quickly went over and opened the door.
Her mom stood there, a concerned look on her face.
“You okay, hun?” Mom asked. “I haven’t seen you outside for
“Yeah I’m fine mom. Sorry, I had to change my bathing suit.
I spilled soda all over it.” The lie came so easily Amy didn’t even hesitate.
Her mother sighed, exasperated. “You know we just bought you
that suit. If the stain doesn’t come out I’m not buying you a new one,” she
“I know, mom, sorry. I washed it out already and I’ll do my
laundry tomorrow, I promise,” Amy replied, doing her best to look repentant and
“Okay, well, get back to your party. Your friends are
looking for you. I saw Tommy sitting out there all by himself, looking lonely.
Go play with your friends,” her mom said, now smiling. “This is a special day.
My baby girl is all grown up and graduated from school. You should go and make
this day something to remember.”
“Oh it already is, mom,” Amy said with a totally innocent
smile. With that she headed down the hall and out the door, looking for Tommy,
To be continued in part 2.
