When i’m young, the summer holidays were a welcome break
from all the crap relating to school and I couldn’t wait
for them to arrive. Fortunately, it was a lovely warm
summer so no need to be cooped up in the house, my
parents usually had to drag me in at night or even meals
at times. I spent most of my time with my next-door
neighbor Sarah.
Sarah wasn’t your typical girl, hardly ever wore a skirt
as she was happier in either shorts or track suit
bottoms, I guess looking back “tomboy” would be the word
I’m looking for though I never saw that at the time.
Sarah was two months younger than me, similar height,
very slim with shoulder length brown hair, which was
always tied up in some fashion.
I remember the first time we went swimming that year and
I saw her in a bikini – wow what a difference a year
makes. She had boobs, not huge but my god they brought a
lump to my throat and elsewhere. I felt a bit guilty as
she saw me looking and went bright red, I didn’t know
what to say so I just dove into the water and tried to
think of anything other than girl bits.
We swam around for a while, neither mentioning the
awkward moment and soon things were back to normal. That
image however, remained imprinted on my brain and there
was the only thing I could think of when I took things
in hand later that night.
The next day, at around 10am Sarah was at the door, with
a smile from ear to ear as usual.
“I thought we could head over to the tree house today”
she said and turned to walk away. For the second time in
two days I found myself checking out her body. She wore
a pair or white shorts that I hadn’t seen before, no
different to any of the others I had seen her in but not
normally a colour she wore.
I liked the way they followed the curves of her bottom,
not too tight, just enough to show off her shape. What I
really noticed though was her top. She never wore
yellow, she never wore figure-hugging tops and never
anything low cut.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t exactly saying look at me
but it made me look because it was such a change from
the covered up type tops she had always worn. What the
hell had happened to me? Just a couple of days ago I
didn’t have much interest in girls. Now I couldn’t take
my eyes off her.
We talked as usual as we walked towards the woods and I
made a point of not checking her out, she was my best
friend after all and I didn’t want anything to change
that. Well that worked right up until we reached the
tree house. I climbed up first and as I reached the
entrance I looked back down.
Bloody Hell, I could see down the front of her top. That
was it, instant hard on. I turned quickly hoping she
hadn’t noticed my stare or my lump and sat down in the
corner. Sarah climbed in and didn’t say a word, which is
unusual in itself. Neither of us were ever lost for
words, thinking about that I guess I was a fairly quiet
person, but never around Sarah. After a few minutes of
silence Sarah finally spoke.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable”
she said. I looked up and saw her staring at the floor.
She looked like she was about to burst into tears. I
felt so guilty for what I had done and didn’t know what
to say. I sat for a moment; it felt like forever, before
I finally picked up the courage to reply. “I’m sorry
Sarah, I know I shouldn’t have stared down your top, I
won’t do it again I promise. Please don’t hate me” I
stuttered. Now I was the one staring at the floor.
“I know I’m not as big as Louise (her sister), are they
really that bad?” she asked.
I looked up and noticed that Sarah had started to cry. I
looked her up and down, but this time I wasn’t looking
at her body. She was beautiful. All the time she had
been right in front of me and I hadn’t really “seen”
her.
“You are beautiful,” I blurted out, not really meaning
to say what I was thinking, but I couldn’t help myself.
She raised her head and looked me in the eye. “Your just
saying that.. if you thought that then you wouldn’t have
looked away,” she replied, wiping away the tears.
“I thought you would be mad at me for looking at you
like that, so I stopped.” I was sure that every time I
opened my mouth I was just making things worse.
Sarah went on to explain that she wore that top for me.
She had noticed me looking at her in the bikini and
actually liked the fact that I was looking. As she spoke
she pulled her top a little tighter to show off her
curves and asked me to be honest and tell her what I
thought.
Well she asked me to look, to be honest I couldn’t look
away. I could see the outline of the white bra I had
spied earlier but this time I got to have a long hard
look. “Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!” I stated. Once
again I realised I had a hard on.
Sarah’s eyes widened, she was looking at me, no she was
looking at my bulge. She broke into a smile, from ear to
ear. “You mean it, you actually mean it don’t you” she
said, all the time staring at my crotch. Realising that
she wasn’t mad at me anymore I sat upright and smiled
back at her.
Her gaze returned to my eyes and she slowly scooted
across the floor towards me. She slowly raised her arms
and hugged me close to her. The feelings were amazing.
Yes I could feel her boobs pressing into me and as we
rose to a kneeling position I could feel my erection
pressing into her tummy.
At that moment, 10:32am to be precise I experienced my
first kiss. Neither of us had kissed anyone properly
before but that didn’t matter. This was a moment to
treasure as long as I live and I was so glad that I had
that moment with Sarah. Sarah moved backwards slightly
and looked down at my bulge.
“Can I see?” she asked.
“You… you want to?” I replied.
She looked back up with a big smile nodding her head
yes.
“Can I see too?” I whispered. Sarah paused, bighting her
bottom lip slightly and nodded yes. Sarah suggested that
we both undress together, at the same time so that’s
what we started to do. I started to raise my t-shirt
when Sarah took hold of my hands and stopped me. Looking
into my eyes she took hold of my shirt and slowly raised
it up and over my head and threw it into the corner.
Now it was my turn. I felt my hands shaking slightly but
there was no way I was going to miss this opportunity; I
placed my hands on her top and slowly began to raise it.
First I noticed the beautiful skin on her tummy, and
then her bra-covered boobs slowly came into view. My god
I had no idea, no idea that a pair of boobs could do
this to my body. My hard on felt like it would burst. I
threw her top onto the floor, not taking my eyes from
her boobs for a single second.
I expected Sarah to make the next move but she didn’t. I
looked up and saw Sarah smiling at me. She looked down
at her bra then looked up at me again biting her lip and
nodding yes. She wanted me to remove her bra. I had no
idea how to remove a bra. I reached around behind her
but I fumbled and fumbled but couldn’t work out how to
undo it. Sarah removed my hands and place them on the
top of her shoulders & reached around and undid the
fastener. I slowly moved the straps off the edge of her
shoulders and watched as her bra fell to the floor.
What an amazing sight. They were just perfect. Not huge
as I mentioned earlier, but I’m sure they would be a
definite hand full. Her nipples stood proud and swollen.
I had no idea what to say so I just took a moment to
drink in her beauty. I could tell she was waiting for an
answer… a comment… a reaction… anything to tell
her what I thought. I looked back into her eyes,
whispered, “Wow,” and kissed her. A long deep, deep kiss
that seemed to last forever but in some way ended too
soon if that makes sense.
Sarah broke off the kiss; her hands went down to the
waist of my trousers and quickly went about undoing
them. I don’t know if she meant to, but she also had
hold of my pants (yeah I know, nobody wore shorts or
boxers back then) so when she pulled my trousers down
the pants went with them. To be honest it was such a
relief no longer to have a boner restricted to the
confines of my pants.
Sarah gasped and stared. She seemed mesmerised by it;
she never said a word she just stared. Feeling a bit
awkward, I decided that if my pants were around my
ankles then hers should be too. I reached out to undo
her shorts and like her, made sure that as I lowered
them her white cotton pants came down with them. I could
not believe my eyes. Right in front of me was a fanny, a
real live fanny.
I’d seen pictures but never even a glimpse of a real
one. Sarah had a little more hair down there than I did
(people didn’t shave back then) but I could easily make
out her lips. Sarah looked down and realised that she
too was now completely naked. She hadn’t really
processed what I was doing as she was so fascinated by
my cock.
So there we were, standing facing each other, both with
pants around our ankles, no clothing whatsoever above
the ankles. We both cast our eyes over each other’s
bodies. I could not in my wildest dreams ever imagine a
better sight. I was the luckiest guy on the planet. In
my eyes, Sarah was absolute perfection. From her
infectious smile, down over her perfectly formed
breasts. Her perfectly flat tummy and on to her
beautifully formed pubic patch.
I wanted to touch, no I needed to touch every inch of
her body and I needed it now. I didn’t get a chance to
ask, Sarah stepped forward and wrapped her arms around
me pulling me tight against her. I let out a groan and
Sarah stepped back.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, looking rather
concerned.
“No its just, it’s just oh god. it’s just I’m getting
close to shooting” I gasped.
Sarah’s eyes widened. A few seconds later I saw her
right hand move towards my cock. “Oh god” I gasped as
her warm hand gently took hold of me. This was the first
time that a hand other than my own had touched my erect
penis. She slowly moved her hand along the length and I
knew I couldn’t last much longer.
“Sarah, oh Sarah… I’m going to shoot!” I gasped. She
wrapped her hand a little tighter and carried on slowly
wanking my cock. Well I could not hold it anymore. A
white fountain erupted from the end of my cock, shooting
everywhere. The first spurt landed on Sarah’s tummy, she
moved back a little, the second spurt went up into the
air. Then a few smaller spurts just landed on her hand.
My legs went weak and I could hardly stand. Never, I
mean never have I had such a powerful orgasm, even to
this day. Sarah was still staring at it, mouth wide
open, and still slowly pumping my cock. I had to place
my hand on hers to let her know it was time to stop – I
don’t think I could take any more and I definitely
needed a breather.
“I had no idea. no idea it would be like that – there
was loads of it,” she whispered.
I noticed numerous trails of sperm slowly dripping down
her tummy and suggested we clean up. Struggling to find
anything to use I removed my pants from my ankles and
asked her to lie down so I could clean her up.
It started off matter of fact just cleaning the remains
of my juice from her tummy, but once she was clean I
found I couldn’t stop. I threw my now soaked pants to
the floor and returned my hand to her body. My left hand
slowly traced up to the underside of her right breast,
eventually gently cupping it. This was the first time I
had ever felt a breast and I was in awe. It was firm,
but warm and soft at the same time. The way it moved and
changed shape in my hand was fascinating.
As I traced a finger around the nipple Sarah let out a
gasp. I looked up and could tell by the look on her face
that I had not done anything wrong, quite the opposite.
Sarah had sensitive nipples. I had to know what they
tasted like so I move my head to her chest and slowly
kissed and caressed them with my mouth and tongue. Well
she definitely liked that as she pulled my head in tight
to them and let out a deep deep groan.
I flicked my tongue around a nipple and the reaction of
her body was amazing. She was struggling to breath, her
groin was lifting slightly off the floor, it was driving
her wild. Without even realising my left hand had slowly
slid down her body and was nestling between her legs.
Well she wasn’t complaining, she was pushing herself
against it so I figured why not.
I gently moved my fingers through her hairs until I
found her opening. I moved my finger up and down her
slit and could feel her heat on my finger. Then I slowly
started to insert one of my fingers into her. I was
finally inside a woman, even if it was only my finger.
Her eyes flew open, her mouth as wide as it could be,
she pushed up so my finger went in up to the second
knuckle and that was it. The noise she made I could
never explain. Her back arched, her head went back and I
could feel her body spasm and grip my finger. Well I
didn’t know much about girls, but I could tell that this
was a good thing.
Her body eventually relaxed and slumped back down onto
the floor. Her breasts were rising up and down as she
tried to breathe. If I thought she was beautiful before,
then this was to a new level. As she slowly regained
herself, I lay by her side and once again took in her
beauty.
Sarah opened her eyes, rolled over to face me and
wrapped her arms around me. We lay like that for some
time.
Eventually, we did get dressed, well me minus my pants.
Sarah laughed as I said there was no way I was putting
them pack on, as they were soaked. “Next time, were
going to have to bring some tissues..
Maybe a whole box,” she laughed.
“So, there is going to be a next time then?” I smirked.
“What are you doing this afternoon?” she playfully
asked.
She turned and proceeded to climb back down to ground
level.
As we walked back towards our houses, we didn’t say
much. But at some point she had taken hold of my hand
and I hadn’t even noticed, we were walking hand in hand
like any couple would.
As we walked past the front of her house I heard a
voice.
“Well it’s about time.” I looked over the hedge and my
mum was stood with Sarah’s mum. She was smiling at us
and using her eyes to let us know that she could see us
holding hands. “I think I’m going to have to keep my eye
on you two now,” she laughed.
“Come on you can tell me all about it while we make
lunch,” Sarah’s mum said.
“Ok,” Sarah said, she turned and kissed me right in
front of our mums and I kissed her back.
“Looks like we need a bucket of water,” my mum said and
we all started laughing.
As we all went back to our houses, Sarah turned and
shouted, “See you after lunch!” and as neither of our
mums could see, she mouthed the word “Tissues!” and gave
me a huge smile and turned away to enter her house.
I couldn’t wait for the afternoon!