Island Summer
This is a story of early adolescent sexual discovery. If 
such offends you may leave. Be eighteen or go. All standard 
disclaimers apply. 

ISLAND SUMMER
By Mardee Louise 

My first summer on the island was a season of discovery. I 
learned many things about myself and grew. Yet the most 
memorable lessons came from one my own age, a unique being 
who led me to self-discovery in ways I had not known 
existed. 

I was spending the summer with my mother's friend while my 
mother ran through her latest relationship. Barb was nice 
but had little to offer me in the way of entertainment. Her 
daughter was off in the world; Barb, her daughter and my 
mother had one great thing in common. All were unable to 
maintain long-term relationships with men. 

I figured I could train for cross-country running, the only 
fall sport I enjoyed. I never was a team player. And of 
course I could play music with Barb who still had me 
calling her Aunt Barb although there was no blood 
connection. My cello came to the island with me. 

Running along the roads of the hilly, isolated end of the 
island was great fun. Views of field and sea opened at 
every turn. It was a new road that morning, new in more 
ways than I could have guessed at the time. I came over a 
rise as the road made straight for the front of house, old 
and fairly large. In the yard was a girl about my age. The 
slender figure wore a tee shirt that covered the top third 
of the thighs. A dog stood near. I wasn't sure if this was 
a boy or a girl because the sun was in my eyes. I hoped it 
would be a boy. Girls threatened me. I could not cope with 
their sexuality that always seemed to be ahead of mine nor 
could I fathom the feelings they aroused in me. I still 
enjoyed the close companionship of boys over girls.

The figure waved and smiled. "Hi. I'm Bobbie. Come visit 
after you run. I know you're with Miss Barb."

I shouted, "Okay." Still unsure whether Bobbie was Robert 
or Roberta, I watched the figure turn and disappear over 
the hill toward the shore.

A gust of wind raised the hem of the T-shirt giving me a 
glimpse of pink panties. Bobbie smoothed the hem down in 
what was a demure gesture but one that aroused me. A moment 
ago the thought of hanging with a girl was anathema. Now I 
knew I would be back, often! 

When I strolled up after lunch Bobbie was sitting on a 
glider in the shade. She looked up from her book and smiled 
at me. She wore khaki short shorts rolled up even shorter. 
Her honey blond hair was cropped short in the newly 
fashionable boyish cuts. A boat neck tee completed her 
ensemble. Her feet were bare. Tiny breasts that were little 
more than nipples with conical swells of flesh caught my 
attention. Bobbie suppressed a giggle when she caught me 
staring. She was lovely. 

Bobbie showed me the boat dock on her beach and the 
sailboat she was allowed to use. We sat on the grass 
overlooking the sea. Bobbie drew her knees to her chest and 
wrapped her arms over her legs, her chin resting on her 
knees.

"I'm so very glad you're going to be my friend," she said 
so unaffectedly. Such a wonderful contrast to the snotty 
girls back in the city who would only hang out with high 
school guys.

We sat on our knees facing each other. Bobbie smiled 
provocatively. "I saw you looking at my... chest. I'm glad 
you like me that way." She took my hand and put it against 
her breast. I flushed and started to get hard. "But Matty, 
be careful because things aren't always what they seem."

I was puzzled by this remark and by the serious look that 
came over her lovely face. Her green eyes were so very 
expressive. Suddenly Bobbie jumped to her feet and caught 
my hand.

"Swim!" We ran toward the beach. It was half suggestion, 
half order.

"No swimsuit," I responded.

"Who cares?"

She shook my hand loose and pulled her shirt over her head 
as we ran. I did the same. Her shorts were undone and fell 
to her ankles. She kicked them away. We were at the water's 
edge. I clumsily undid my shorts and let them fall. It was 
an awkward moment for me. Bobbie was slender and firm. Her 
athletic young body could have been sculpted from marble 
but for the tan. She faced. I was enthralled and would have 
done anything. Her budding breasts caught my attention. She 
smiled and ran her hands over her sides and hips. She wore 
light blue nylon panties that just failed to reach her 
belly button. 

Bobbie suddenly turned very serious. "Promise you won't be 
angry. We could still be friends no matter what."

I was very puzzled.

"I want to be your friend and... your boyfriend."

That was hard to get out but I meant it. She hooked her 
thumbs in the waistband of her panties and turned aside. 
Her delicious pale bottom was irresistible. She turned to 
me as her panties fell to her ankles.

"See! Do you still want to be with me?" she said as she 
pointed to her cock!

"Oh Bobbie. You're so beautiful. I'll be whatever you need 
me to be." She took my hand and we waded into the cold sea. 

We frolicked like a pair of dolphins. I was delighted that 
Bobbie was a boy yet a girl. I didn't feel as threatened by 
Bobbi as I was by real girls. We rinsed off under the fresh 
water hose on the dock. The sun warmed and dried us as we 
lay on our backs, our fingertips barely touching. Bobbie 
leaned on her elbow and looked into my eyes.

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" I asked.

"That's what they do when they kiss in the movies."

She giggled as she brought her lips to mine. Our arms and 
legs entwined as we kissed deeply. We broke apart and lay 
on our sides staring at each other. Excited yet frightened 
by not knowing what to do our fingertips roamed over 
thighs. Tongues found navels. 

We slipped into our clothes and held hands as we walked up 
to the house. A car pulled into the gate. A woman looking 
very much like an older Bobbi waved.

"Meet my mom."

Bobbie's dad had been killed in the war and her mom was 
afraid that Bobbie might meet the same fate so she treated 
Bobbi as a girl. Bobbie related this to me rather quickly 
as we walked toward the car. She must have read my mind: I 
was wondering how this strange transformation acme about 
and was tolerated by Bobbi's family. I was sawed by her 
mom's warm smile as well as by the amount of leg she showed 
as she got out of the car. I reasoned that if I'm still 
turned on by girls and women then I'm not really a "queer." 
But then again... who cares? 

I played a lot of Dvorak that evening after dinner. 
Suitably romantic I thought. I saw Bobbie's face and 
graceful form before me as I fell asleep. I awoke thinking 
of Bobbie's touch, of her kiss. I was rock hard. Why am I 
calling Bobbi "her" when she has the same plumbing I do? 
Because she chose to be a girl and she is better at it and 
more desirable than any girl my age I had ever met. 

Bobbi was leaning on the fence as I ran past her house. She 
extended her arm with a cup of water for me. She brushed 
her lips over mine.

"Have lunch here with me."

Except for her penis Bobbi was the perfect girl. Nope, she 
was more perfect for having a penis. That I understood. The 
anatomy of real girls was a mystery and one that I would 
not solve for years to come. Nor did I want to if Bobbi was 
my girlfriend! 

Lunch was cold lobster salad with homemade bread. We sat on 
the back porch and looked at the sea. We felt so grownup, 
so sophisticatedly romantic. Bobbie's foot came to rest on 
my thigh under the wicker table. She knew how to tease 
without being slutty. I was enthralled. A maid served us 
some iced tea and cookies. Thunderstorms were moving in but 
would pass quickly.

"Come see my room." 

The room was really a suite. Bobbi showed me her bed with a 
doll and a teddy bear on the pillow. She had tons of 
clothes. Some were clearly girl's outfits; other might be 
for boys or girls. What surprised me were her athletic 
trophies. Drawings and paintings were abundant and they 
were Bobbi's own work. She was remarkably talented in art 
and her talent had been noticed by the "right people". 

We sat in a window seat in a tower room at the end of her 
"suite". We kept the lights off as the sky darkened and the 
lightning flashed.

"Let me be pretty for you." Bobbi stood up unbuttoning her 
blouse as she did.

She stepped out of her jeans and wiggled her panties down 
as she walked away from me. Bobbi returned wearing a slip 
or petticoat that had a white bodice and flared into a full 
skirt. She twirled so the skirt flared out revealing her 
white, lace edged panties. Bobbi straddled my thighs and 
kissed me. Her fingers undid my shirt. Her hands roamed 
over my body. She pulled my face against her hard nipples. 
I kissed them through the silken bodice. I began to suck 
those delicious nipples. Desperately I pushed the straps 
off her shoulders and eased the bodice below her nipples.

We fell to the floor as Bobbi pulled my trousers and my 
briefs down. I awkwardly kicked them away. Bobbie was 
leaning over me, fondling my balls. I lay back panting. 
Suddenly her mouth enveloped my cock-head. Her tongue 
swirled around the rim. I exploded in spasms, huge body 
wrenching spasms that came from the base of my spine in 
electrical quivering crescendos of ecstasy. Bobbi smiled at 
me, as I lay spent. She cradled my head in her lap and 
crooned to me. To my amazement i was soon rigid once more. 

Bobbi stood up and stepped out of her petticoat. I rose to 
my knees and pulled her toward me. I nuzzled her cock 
through the cool white panties. She was as hard as I was. I 
pulled her panty crotch aside and allowed her cock to rise 
to its fullest. I took her in my mouth as she moaned and 
fell to the floor. My tongue ran down the underside of her 
shaft. I licked her balls and hungrily returned to her 
cock-head. She writhed and moaned as she exploded in my 
mouth. Which was more satisfying? Pleasing Bobbi or being 
pleased by her? 

It was mid August when Bobbi and I reached a new level in 
our lovemaking. We had been swimming and lay drying in the 
sun as a cool breeze came up. Clouds teased our sunshine. 
In the breeze and shadow Bobbi felt chilly. She inched 
closer and rested her hand on my inner thigh. I was half 
erect. My hand brushed the coolness of her pink panties. 
Bobbi turned on her side rolling onto my arm as she did so. 
She tugged at my other arm as if covering herself with a 
blanket. We were in the spoon position with my groin 
against Bobbi's firm bottom. My bottom hand was between her 
thighs. I could sense but not feel her silken panties. 
Bobbi drew my top hand to her breast. Her balls now rested 
in my other hand. I fondled them gently feeling her intense 
erection. Bobbi's hand was now caressing my balls. She 
wiggled her panties down to the top of her thighs. The 
warmth of her bottom was arousing me beyond endurance.

She raised her upper leg and put my cock-head against her 
hole. Thrusting back and holding me near, she enveloped my 
cock-head with her tight hole. I was moaning and whimpering 
with sensations I hadn't dreamed possible. Bobbi clamped 
her sphincter around my cock. I writhed and screamed with 
delight and passion. We were soon thrusting in rhythm. I 
exploded as Bobbi shot in my hand. 

That summer of discovery ended all too soon. It was not the 
end of our relationship. But those are other stories.

Mardee Louise 


