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Summer of '65: Part 2

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The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days

just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally
visiting Jess' house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer
than the lough.

On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her

family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only
seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the
sheltered area round the pool was baking.

We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before

returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her
top when lying on her stomach.

"There is a fridge full of cokes in the pool house if

you fancy one?" She suggested. I knew where it was, so I got up and
wandered over, opened the door, and made my way to the giant American style
fridge. I picked up two cokes, poured them into plastic pool glasses, before
making my way back to the loungers.

Jenna was naked!

She was face down admittedly, tanning her back, but stark

naked, just like she had been on our picnic trip.

"I figured you wouldn't mind as it's nothing you

haven't seen before, and a bum's just a bum," she said with her
mischievous smile and turned towards me to take the offered coke. As she did
so, one pert tit, complete with little pink button nipple, escaped from its
hiding place.

"Oops!" She said, tucking the offending mammary

back under her. "You didn't see that did you." It was more of a
statement than a question.

I knew better than to lie to the ever confident Jess, so I

admitted that I had, which was quite obvious anyway from the rapid expansion
taking place in my speedos, rendering me incapable of further speech.

"Never mind it was only my tit."

Only! Only a tit! There was no only about it. I had fantasized

about Jess' tits ever since our picnic. The image was to last a long while and,
to hide the obvious swelling, I threw myself face down onto the sun lounger. It
didn't take much to provoke an erection back then.

"Get some sun on that bum. Take your trunks off!"

"I'm OK thanks."

"Prude. Too prude to be nude! You should let Harry out

for some fresh air occasionally!" And burst out laughing.

I, of course, was now shamed into it and, very carefully,

slid my trunks off. I cannot deny that it was a delicious feeling being naked
outdoors again, the only problem being my erection.

"Too hot for me! Swim time," said the voice to my

left. "And what's more, I'm not putting that lot on again just to get it
wet." She rolled so that she was facing away from me, stood up, and I
watched that glorious rear view of the naked female form make its way to the
water. I even got a flash of that mysterious place between her legs as she dove
into the pool.

Surfacing at the far end she called.

"You just have to try this.

"It's the most invigorating experience ever!

"If you're cowardly custard, I'll turn my back while

you dive in.

"There's nothing to see once you're in anyway. The

water is too rough.

"Come on in then Mr. prude in the nude!"

"Turn around then," said my voice before I had

time to stop it, as I rose to the bait of her dare. She turned and within
seconds I, complete with fully erect Harry, were in the air, mid dive.

I surfaced somewhat closer to her than I meant to, as my

intention had been to stay at the other end, but I wasn't thinking straight.
Hardly surprising seeing as it was only my second encounter with a naked woman
and my first ever skinny dip. I hadn't even considered how we were going to get
out.

"Race you!"

We raced. She won. Why? Maybe she was a better swimmer.

Maybe the view up her thighs as she stroked out in front was irresistible.
Maybe both! Either way we got to the shallow end out of breath and stood up in
the waist deep water.

"Oops," she said lowering her pert little tits

back into the water. "Forgot!"

I'm not certain that she did and I certainly didn't, nor

will I ever! Both beautifully formed tits, displayed themselves to me, with
their little pink nipples sticking out proudly due to the refreshingly cool
water. I knew if I even touched my cock it would be game over.

It is hard, from this perspective, to remember the eroticism

of such seemingly simple things. Going braless happened only in the south of
France, going topless, only in St Tropez. This was the start of the 60s, no
porn, no internet, just Harrison Marks and imagination.

Jenna tried her best to diffuse the situation by pretending

not to notice and set off up the steps. I watched her bare back reemerge slowly
from the water as she grasped the handles. I couldn't take my eyes off the two
deliciously firm orbs of her buttocks as she climbed the steps. That vision
will stay with me forever. She reached the top step, stepped onto the tiles,
looked over her shoulder, with her hands on her hips, as she stood their
dripping.

"Come on then!"

"I think I'll stay in for a while."

"Don't be daft! Your teeth are chattering already. Come

on. Don't be such a prude!"

"I can't. Jenna, you're my friend, you're a wonderful

girl, but you're naked and I'm naked and nature has taken over."

"You're not going to ravish me, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Well that's a relief." There was a hint of

un-conveyed meaning in the way she said it. "I'll not look while you get
to your towel."

She turned her back and I scrambled out, dashed for my towel

and tried, in vain, to conceal Harry's obvious state of excitement. Meanwhile
Jenna had managed to cover up with a towel as well.

We decided that that was enough for one day and headed for

the pool house and our clothes, swathed, modestly for the first time that
afternoon, in large towels. As the door to the pool house closed behind me,
Jenna turned and said.

"If you're not going to ravish me, at least you might

kiss me."

I couldn't believe it. Not because I didn't want to, but

because I thought that any such move might ruin, what was for me, a nearly
perfect relationship. I'd just been skinny dipping, for the first time and with
a beautiful, confident and very sexy girl. My dreams had just become reality
and my cock was still in awe.

I moved in towards her and gave a, probably very amateur,

attempt at a snog. She responded by opening her mouth, so I followed suit. Her
tongue darted in and out of my mouth, so I followed again. The snog got more
and more passionate as it got more and more competent. Our hands started to
explore each other as her towel fell away.

I felt one hand make its way down past my belly, as my towel

also fell to the floor. I was in no doubt as to where it was going. For my
part, I let my hand slide off her shoulder onto the front of her chest and from
there down onto her tit. My other hand slid down the back of her petite frame
and onto one of the delicious twin orbs of her toned buttocks.

I've got one hand on my first ever female tit, the other on

a naked buttock. The stimulation in my brain is going overboard. The kiss
continued as her hand made its way inexorably southwards. Eventually it will
reach my cock. Oh my god, the sensations, the anticipation and, then sadly, the
disappointment.

This was all too much for a first encounter. All those tales

of young lads bonking for hours on their first shag are simply lies. She had
only barely touched my cock when the inevitable happened. I ejaculated. I
ejaculated in some style, but I still ejaculated and Harry started to soften.

While trying to make some excuse for my rapid response, her

hand grasped my wrist and lead it down between us, over the soft outward curve
of her belly, towards the little forest of hair between her legs.

"Rub me gently." She broke from the kiss for just

long enough to say and then our mouths joined again.

My hand glided over her pubes and a finger slipped into the

slick moistness of her excitement. I don't know what I expected, but nothing so
delightfully slippery and exciting.

"Slowly and softly." Said the voice in my ear as

she broke from the kiss again. I followed her lead and did as I was told. I
sensed her excitement growing by the change in her breathing. Then I felt her
nails dig into my shoulders as she breathed.

"Even slower.

"Even gentler.

"Yes.

"Just like that."

Followed by a sigh and slight buckling of the knees.

Seconds later a female voice shouted, "Hello in

there."

"Oh shit. Shit. Shit. It's Paula. She often pops round

for a swim on hot days. Quick."

We scrambled into our clothes as quickly as possible, the

mood having been completely destroyed by our imminent discovery. As soon as we
could we made our way outside, somewhat sheepishly.

To my horror the discarded swim suits had been neatly folded

and placed on a sun-lounger. Paula pointed at them accusingly!

"Jenna, these were completely dry! Your hair is wet!

You don't have to be Einstein to work out what's been going on. You just be
bloody careful if you're going to play with big girls toys. I'm not ready to be
aunty Paula yet." She turned and marched off.

Paula's words hit home hard.

"I don't want to be aunty Paula."

I am quite sure she didn't, but I'm even more certain that

Jenna didn't want to be a mother and I certainly didn't want to be a father. In
that era it would have been a 'had to get married' situation and my education
was far from complete. Frankly it would have been a complete disaster for both
of us, such were the attitudes of the day.

What if Jenna had let me go a bit further and had been

willing to actually have sex? There is no doubt that my young cock had
definitely got the message. Could I have resisted if it had been on offer? We
had both been pretty wound up, and I suspect that mother nature would have had
her way. Erections don't think!

Say we had just actually done it. Just imagine! The wait for

the next period. What if it didn't come. Was she always regular, or could she
sometimes just be late? These are not subjects we talked about in those days,
unless of course, you had to.

What about the future? Was it possible we were going to get

into that situation again? Two sexually mature people playing with fire, or
even Russian roulette. Nature pretty well guaranteed that we were going to hit
the jackpot sooner or later. Not that I'm assuming Jenna would even allow it,
but what if?

I resolved to get hold of some condoms, or johnnies as they

were known then, but how. We lived very remotely. The nearest village was
within range but the pharmacist was a family friend, probably of her family as
well. Even if I made sure he wasn't serving, could I face putting 'a packet of
three' on the counter in front of his female assistant. I'd die of
embarrassment.

I could just imagine the conversation later in the chemist

shop.

"You know so and so's lad?"

"Yea, him."

"Well he came in today and bought some, ahem,

Durex."

"No! I wonder where he plans to use them."

"Well there's not much option down his way."

"You mean 'her'?"

"Well, who else?"

"She wouldn't though, would she? She's such a well

brought up girl and I doubt she'd do it before she was at least engaged."

The cerebral cinema ran on and got more and more

embarrassing with every imagined exchange. No I would have to make my purchase
elsewhere.

As luck would have it, my mother wanted to go shopping in a

big town, well away from where we were known. She did show some surprise when I
expressed an interest and wanted to go with her. Normally shopping and teenage
boys do not go hand in hand.

We arrived, parked the car, and arranged to meet again in a

couple of hours. I eventually singled out a chemist shop as my target and
walked in. I had only been round the shelves once to try to locate the
'johnnies' when a very attractive young lady came up and said.

"Can I help you?"

Oh fuck! I can hardly say I want a packet of johnnies.

She'll know I'm planning to: well yes, to fuck. She was young, she was pretty.
I didn't have time to register her ring fingers but probably not married and
therefore almost certainly a virgin, and I wanted to buy contraceptives. The
embarrassment. So I bought a tube of toothpaste and left. While I was paying I
noticed the johnnies were all on the shelf behind the till, Durex, Feather
light and several others.

OK, so maybe I'm going to have to actually ask! I don't

recall how many other chemists I checked out that day, but the answer was
always the same. They were all kept behind the till, so I would definitely have
to ask.

I eventually located a chemist with a middle aged lady

serving. I thought, she doesn't know me and she'll never see me again, so
what's the problem? I approached the till.

"Yes, can I help?"

Argh! The agony of it!

"A packet of feather-light please!"

She turned round to 'that' shelf and said.

"Three or twelve?"

Twelve? TWELVE? I'm a virgin. I've never used one before.

Twelve, you must be joking.

"Mmm three please."

She reached for the packet and, mercifully, popped it into a

little brown paper bag just as the next customer reached the counter. Did she
see? Oh this is so embarrassing! Everyone in the world seems to know that I am
planning to have a fuck. Can they tell that it's also going to be my first?

Ironically I am not really 'planning' to fuck. I am pretty

sure that Jenna won't allow it but, just in case, I'm prepared. Besides, how do
I explain to her that I've got johnnies. The implication is surely that I am
assuming she is 'that type of girl' and would probably never speak to me again.
Why is life so complicated?

The summer rolled on and, in spite of being nearly caught by

Paula, we enjoyed each other's company at the pool and in the fields round
about. Usually we stayed fully clothed or very nearly so, until one summer's
afternoon when we took a picnic to some nearby ruins.

We spread a picnic blanket on the lush, un-mowed grass and

ate our sandwiches. As the heat of the sun and the effect of the food took its
toll we lolled in the grass talking about this and that and nothing very much.

"When do you head off for uni?" Was the reality

check she came up with.

"September." I replied as I glanced across at her.

Our eyes locked. She smiled showing her dimples to maximum effect. I leaned
towards her, she leaned towards me, our eyes were still locked together as our
lips met.

It was one of those glorious kisses that went on for ages,

tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, hands starting to wander,
exploring the secrets of each other's bodies. Palms running over the smooth
curve of firm buttocks. Hoping to explore under a T shirt. Success! A soft warm
tit. The pressure on the front of my trousers as her hand stroked my obvious
erection.

My hand made its way up her skirt. Hers found my zip. I ran

my hand up her thigh all the way to the elasticized leg of her knickers. She
unzipped me. My finger slid inside, to be greeted by the warm slipperiness of a
sexually excited woman. My cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Then
suddenly it all stopped as she broke the silence.

"Paula's right you know.

"We must be careful.

"I really want to do it with you. I want you to be my

first.

"But we can't unless..."

"Unless I get 'something'?" I filled in the blank

space.

"Yes, until then."

I was way too embarrassed to admit I had 'something'

already, although my throbbing cock and millions of years of evolution were
aching to satisfy the urge to reproduce.

"I will." I whispered, relieved that the problem

of why I had johnnies had gone away, but with a raging erection that had only
one cure.

We petted. We snogged. We explored each other. I rubbed her

how she had showed me at the pool house that day. She played with my cock,
pulling the foreskin back and forth really gently. It just got sexier and
sexier. Then the inevitable happened. I ejaculated.

"Next time." She said. "I want to feel that

inside. To know what it feels like."

"Next time." I repeated.

We tidied up, trying our best to remove the semen from her

skirt. We eventually hit on the idea of coke. It would leave a worse mark and
so be a reason for the skirt being in the wash after only one wear.

I went home and put the pack of Feather light back in its

hiding place, keeping one tucked under my pillow for a test run later. I read
and re read the instructions.

Tear open the foil packet.

Check the condom has the ridge on the outside.

Pinch the tip closed to make room for the semen.

Roll it on to the penis.

After sex, withdraw immediately holding the condom on the

penis.

Discard the used condom.

When I went to bed I removed the packet from under my

pillow. A few thoughts of Jenna's soft tit and wet panties had me hard in no
time. I pinched the end and rolled it on.

So far so good! A few gentle strokes later while reminiscing

about Jenna's gloriously slippery sex and bingo. A condom full of semen. I now
saw why you pinched the end, it was distended with the evidence of my pleasure.

I removed it and made my way to the loo, chucked it in and

flushed. Luckily I waited to check all was well because it floated! It was
still there! Several more attempts produced the same result.

I cannot leave it there! In the end I fished it out, wrapped

it in a few sheets of loo roll and tried again: success! This learning curve
was getting very steep.

Jenna and I decided to set a date, and a scene. There was to

be no fumbling about in the back seat of a car, we were planning to do it
properly, in a bed, but where, how, when? I carried my remaining two johnnies
with me whenever we were together, just in case.

We had several false starts, usually abandoned for fear of

discovery,

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