Straight Female / 19
When I was thirteen, I was still a tomboy, but I had developed. I had C cup breasts and had already been shaving for a year. My best friend lived two houses down, and he'd started to notice too. It was obvious we were developing from just friends into having innocent crushes on one another.
There was an abandoned house across the street that the kids from the neighborhood would play in. It had several rooms and at anytime when school was out there would be four to ten kids inside, smoking their parents cigarettes, sharing a single can of beer stolen from a fridge, or reading one of the three or four playboy magazines hidden around the place. It was a place for taboo experimentation, even though ninety percent of what went on there wasn't as serious rebellion as we thought it was.
It was there that my neighbor boy first touched me. We were sitting around talking and he simply reached up and grabbed my tit through my shirt. I slapped his hand away and we both laughed about it, but something inside me lit up. Over the next few weeks he would try to touch again and again, and I'd let his hand stay a little longer each time. One afternoon, it was getting late I needed to go home. He blocked the door with a big smile on his face and said "you can't leave until you show me what they look like." We argued and laughed playfully for awhile while I tried to shove past him. Eventually, wanting to show them as much as he wanted to see them, I pulled up my shirt and my bra. His eyes widened to saucers. He reached up to grab one and I slapped his hand away. "You said see, not touch."
Fast forward a few weeks, and we had began to touch each other a little more. He would grope me under my shirt and I'd rub his hard on through his pants a little. He'd stolen a really dirty full-on penetration magazine from his dad's closet and we looked at it together. He asked me if I'd ever masturbated. I said I did, and asked him if he did. He said he did, and that it was always thinking about me.
Before I knew it, we both had our pants down and were touching ourselves. One thing led to another and he had the door locked and was sucking both my nipples while he jerked himself off. I was so wet that I took one of his hands and made him touch me, and he immediately went to shoving a finger inside of me. I had to slow him down and show him where to rub, how to please me, and he got so excited he came all over my leg.
We fooled around together for the next year. We started going down on each other. He would do everything I told him with his tongue and mouth and then I'd suck him dry. At the tender age of fourteen, I stripped completely naked and crawled into his lap, taking his hard cock inside of me. We had been smart enough to use a condom. We learned new positions from magazines, and we tried something new every day. All day long at school, all I could think about was getting home to play with my boy-toy.
It wasn't long after we were fifteen that I slipped into the abandoned house after school one day, already dripping wet thinking about having sex with him. The place was pretty empty, and when I got to the room we normally used, the door was shut. I started to open it when I heard a moan from inside. I pushed the door open just a crack so I could see into the room, and there was my neighbor boy completely naked, another girl's head in his lap. I was suddenly furious. I paused to consider what to do, when I realized who the girl was. It was a girl from one block over, and she was barely 12. She was completely naked, and sucking his dick like she was a grown woman who had lots of experience. I was angry, but I was turned on watching it. I slipped my hand down my pants and slid a finger between my lips and pushed at my hole while I watched her. Eventually he turned her around and she leaned forward, and he slid his cock into her with ease. It hadn't been like that for us, and I felt jealous. My heart hurt, but my pussy ached. He grabbed her hips and fucked her like crazy, and I fingered my button along with his strokes. I came just as he pulled his dick free. She spun around and opened her mouth and he shot across her face. I was so upset then that I ran from the house.
I told my mother what I'd seen, and only because I was jealous. The neighbor boy went away for a long time. I have never spoke to him again.
There was an abandoned house across the street that the kids from the neighborhood would play in. It had several rooms and at anytime when school was out there would be four to ten kids inside, smoking their parents cigarettes, sharing a single can of beer stolen from a fridge, or reading one of the three or four playboy magazines hidden around the place. It was a place for taboo experimentation, even though ninety percent of what went on there wasn't as serious rebellion as we thought it was.
It was there that my neighbor boy first touched me. We were sitting around talking and he simply reached up and grabbed my tit through my shirt. I slapped his hand away and we both laughed about it, but something inside me lit up. Over the next few weeks he would try to touch again and again, and I'd let his hand stay a little longer each time. One afternoon, it was getting late I needed to go home. He blocked the door with a big smile on his face and said "you can't leave until you show me what they look like." We argued and laughed playfully for awhile while I tried to shove past him. Eventually, wanting to show them as much as he wanted to see them, I pulled up my shirt and my bra. His eyes widened to saucers. He reached up to grab one and I slapped his hand away. "You said see, not touch."
Fast forward a few weeks, and we had began to touch each other a little more. He would grope me under my shirt and I'd rub his hard on through his pants a little. He'd stolen a really dirty full-on penetration magazine from his dad's closet and we looked at it together. He asked me if I'd ever masturbated. I said I did, and asked him if he did. He said he did, and that it was always thinking about me.
Before I knew it, we both had our pants down and were touching ourselves. One thing led to another and he had the door locked and was sucking both my nipples while he jerked himself off. I was so wet that I took one of his hands and made him touch me, and he immediately went to shoving a finger inside of me. I had to slow him down and show him where to rub, how to please me, and he got so excited he came all over my leg.
We fooled around together for the next year. We started going down on each other. He would do everything I told him with his tongue and mouth and then I'd suck him dry. At the tender age of fourteen, I stripped completely naked and crawled into his lap, taking his hard cock inside of me. We had been smart enough to use a condom. We learned new positions from magazines, and we tried something new every day. All day long at school, all I could think about was getting home to play with my boy-toy.
It wasn't long after we were fifteen that I slipped into the abandoned house after school one day, already dripping wet thinking about having sex with him. The place was pretty empty, and when I got to the room we normally used, the door was shut. I started to open it when I heard a moan from inside. I pushed the door open just a crack so I could see into the room, and there was my neighbor boy completely naked, another girl's head in his lap. I was suddenly furious. I paused to consider what to do, when I realized who the girl was. It was a girl from one block over, and she was barely 12. She was completely naked, and sucking his dick like she was a grown woman who had lots of experience. I was angry, but I was turned on watching it. I slipped my hand down my pants and slid a finger between my lips and pushed at my hole while I watched her. Eventually he turned her around and she leaned forward, and he slid his cock into her with ease. It hadn't been like that for us, and I felt jealous. My heart hurt, but my pussy ached. He grabbed her hips and fucked her like crazy, and I fingered my button along with his strokes. I came just as he pulled his dick free. She spun around and opened her mouth and he shot across her face. I was so upset then that I ran from the house.
I told my mother what I'd seen, and only because I was jealous. The neighbor boy went away for a long time. I have never spoke to him again.
