Subject:    Fooling Around on the 4th of July 
Story       Codes: mf nosex pet
Diary Date: July 4, 1999  
Author:     Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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So far I’d barely even kissed a boy but now I was fourteen so it was time 
to get busy! My best friend’s brother was quite a hunk so who better to 
get started with?

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Getting to Know Steve  
   Chapter 2 – Steve Takes Me to the Fair  
   Chapter 3 – Back at the Fair


Chapter 1 – Getting to Know Steve
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My first kiss... what girl ever forgets hers? The first boy I kissed was 
back when I was twelve and though it was awkward at the time, it still 
thrilled me.   Of course he tried to go further I didn't let him.  In 
fact, until this day I haven’t let anyone get past “first base” with me. 
It wasn't that I didn't WANT them to; lord knows I was as horny as any of 
the boys I was with.  It was just I wanted it to be with someone special 
and that boy hadn't shown up yet.

Now I was fourteen and getting ready for my first year of high school.  A 
lot of things were changing in my life, almost every day it seemed at 
times.  My interests had shifted from dolls to boys, from jeans and loose 
t-shirts to cutoffs and tight tank tops, from rubbing a skinned knee to 
rubbing my clit.   I’d been on a few dates, mostly with groups and a few 
with some high school boys.  They were the really pushy ones!

My breasts were growing and even though they were developing far slower 
than I would’ve hoped, it pleased me when the boys started paying a lot 
more attention to me.  Indeed, I worked hard to get as much attention as 
possible by dressing in the least amount of clothes I could get away 
with.  With a small bust I never bothered with a training bra and panties 
were reserved for special occasions.   For whatever reason it made me 
super horny to run around bottomless in public.   For example, sitting in 
a pew at church I would wonder what the people next to me would say if 
they had any idea that there was nothing under my dress.  It was enough 
to make me wet and horny and I usually had to masturbate as soon as we 
returned home.

At the beginning of summer vacation I spent a weekend with my girlfriend 
Sharon and few other girlfriends at her parent's camp.  Sharon’s parents 
had divorced a few years earlier so her brother Steve was the only guy 
with us.  He was pretty good looking but being a couple of years older 
than me I’d never spoken to him much before.  Being in high school made 
him seem so much older than the boys I knew in middle school and we all 
had a crush on him – even Sharon which seemed a little weird but somehow 
it was hot as well to listen to her talk about her brother like he was 
just another guy she dreamed about.

All during the weekend all the girls, even Sharon’s mom, wore nothing but 
skimpy bikinis the which must have been driving Steve crazy.  Once I even 
saw him peeking out the camper screen window as we gathered around the 
picnic table.  I knew he had to be jerking his cock as he watched us so I 
quietly told the other girls about him watching us and for the rest of 
the afternoon we made it a game to see who could tease him the most.  We 
would do things like bend over to show him our asses and our bikini tops 
would “accidentally” slip out of place as we adjusted them, giving him a 
peek at our perky boobs.

Sometimes at the beach we loosened our bikinis so when we jumped off the 
raft the tops or bottoms would slide off as we hit the water, flashing 
anyone quick enough to see.  Steve spent most of the time watching us 
from the deeper water.   I had a suspicion that he was jerking off under 
the water while he was watching us which really made me horny to think 
about.  To our delight, the poor guy seemed to have a perpetual hard-on 
and all-in-all, it wouldn’t have surprised me in the least if he 
masturbated a dozen times or more before the weekend was over!

What Steve probably didn’t know was that all of us were masturbating like 
crazy ourselves, thinking about him! Sharon shocked us when she admitted 
to peeking in her brother’s room so she could watch him stroking himself 
while looking at the porn books he thought nobody knew about.  She 
grinned at us saying that there were a few times her underwear drawer 
appeared to have been gone through which was a little much for us to 
believe. In spite of our skepticism about some of her claims, it was 
incredibly naughty to me that she was turned on by her own brother.  
Granted, if I had a brother like Steve I would probably be the same way.

I wondered if there was anything more between them than what she was 
telling us but then Steve didn't seem all that interested in her so I had 
a feeling it was more Sharon’s dreams than his.  It actually seemed more 
likely that a brother wouldn’t be interested in his sister so it wasn't 
like it was anything to be surprised by.  That would have been incest and 
I couldn't imagine anyone doing that.  I didn't have any siblings but 
even the idea of sex with my mom or dad was too weird to even think 
about.

All the next week I found myself thinking about Steve in his bathing 
suit; well, more about him and OUT of it actually.  Lord only knows how 
many times I got myself off imagining him choosing me from the rest of 
the girls at the campsite.   I dreamed of him leading me into the camper 
while they all watched, getting turned on as they knew what he was going 
to be doing to me inside.  As I rubbed my pussy I tried to imagine what 
it would feel like to have his dick in me and then have him cum inside of 
me.  I wondered if Sharon would be jealous if she saw her brother’s cum 
leaking from me afterwards?

OK, so sometimes I get carried away when I fantasize but who doesn't when 
they masturbate?


Chapter 2 – Steve Takes Me to the Fair
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Needless to say, I was surprised but thrilled when later the next week 
Steve called and asked me out. The 4th of July weekend was coming and 
Steve wanted to take me to a carnival in a nearby town.  I thought it 
would be fun so I said yes, although I probably would have said yes no 
matter where he offered to take me, just to be with him.

Steve was old enough to drive but he didn't have his own car yet so since 
it was too far to walk or ride our bikes, Steve's mom drove us to the 
park where the carnival was set up.  I was wearing a pair of my skimpier 
cutoffs and a tight peach cami, trying to look as old as I could for 
Steve.  The peach color highlighted my tan and the cami made the most of 
whatever figure I had at that age. I wasn't wearing a bra but 
unfortunately it was more because I really didn't need one than trying to 
look sexy.  As tight as my shorts were, the lack of panty lines should 
have been an obvious clue to anyone looking (and hopefully he was getting 
some good looks!) that there was nothing between the shorts and my little 
bare ass.  I still pretty much had a little girl figure although signs of 
hips were definitely starting to show and my legs weren't the scrawny 
pony legs anymore.  Well, what more could I do to signal to him that I 
was available?

Steve’s mother looked at me and I could see her lips purse a bit as my 
ass was barely covered and the cami was WAY too tight but she didn't say 
anything.   Still, I could see from her expression that at least SHE was 
catching my signals.  Before she left she told Steve that the Sharon and 
her would be going to her company picnic so if we needed anything we 
should go to his grandparents who lived only a few blocks away from the 
park.

For the next hour or so it was just your typical teenage carnival date. 
We went on most of the rides and on several of them we were pressed 
tightly against one another.  I kept waiting for him to make some sort of 
move on me, even if it just an “accidental” brush against my boobs or a 
hand on my bare leg but for whatever reason he was the perfect gentlemen 
– NOT what I was hoping for! About the farthest he went was on the Ferris 
wheel where he put his arm on the seat back behind me.  It was ALMOST 
around my shoulder and I kept waiting for him to drop his arm down around 
me but it never happened and I was feeling pretty frustrated.  Why 
wouldn’t he touch me? From the way I had dressed for him he certainly 
should have known I wouldn’t have resisted!

There were a few times when I would look over at him and notice a 
distinct bulge in his pants.  Mmmmmmm, I could imagine his sixteen year-
old cock underneath and wondered what he would have done if I put my hand 
on his crotch. Indeed, I might have done it if he had made ANY sort of 
move but he was like a choir boy with me. This was certainly NOT what I 
had expected based on the way he acted during the camping trip. 

In addition to the rides we also played some games.  Steve won me a silly 
little teddy bear which I thought it was just adorable. Then tragedy 
struck, or at least something unexpected. We were watching a group of 
guys trying to ring a bell by swinging a big hammer.  It had rained the 
night before and there were still a few puddles around.  Wouldn't you 
know it but one guy missed the mark entirely and slammed the hammer right 
into a puddle.  Poor Steve was directly in the line of fire as mud and 
water squirted out! His jeans were covered with mud and he was soooooo 
mad. I had to cover my mouth because I wanted to giggle yet I felt sorry 
for him because I knew he was embarrassed.

Given the circumstances, we didn't have much choice but to go back to his 
house so he could change clothes.  Following his mom’s instructions, we 
walked over to his grandparent's house, explained what happened, and his 
grandpa offered to drive us back to his house.  Steve and I rode together 
in the back seat with his grandparents in the front seat. I caught his 
grandpa eyeing us in the rear view mirror a few times, obviously keeping 
an eye on us to be sure we were behaving.  Much to my chagrin, he didn't 
need to bother as we each sat in our own seats; more like a brother and 
sister than boyfriend and girlfriend.  Glancing over at Steve, I would 
have given anything to touch and kiss him but neither of us had the 
courage to start anything, especially with his grandfather keeping a 
close eye on us.

From what Sharon had told us, Steve was no virgin and already had quite a 
reputation with the girls at school for his “wandering hands”.  If that 
was the case, why was he treating me more like a little sister rather 
than trying to hit a home run? Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure how far I 
was prepared to let him go but it would have been fun to have him at 
least try!

When we got back to Steve’s place his mom and Sharon were still out so we 
had the house to ourselves.  I wondered if Steve was thinking the same as 
me – what a great opportunity it was for us to finally get naughty!

My heart was pounding when Steve led me down to the basement where their 
washer and drier was.  It soon became evident that Steve had no idea how 
to use the washer which, to his embarrassment, I couldn't help but find 
funny and he blushed when I volunteered to take care of his clothes for 
him.  We stood there for a moment, as if unsure what to do next.

“Well, I can't wash your pants while you’re wearing them,” I teased him.

Steve looked even more embarrassed as he glanced around.

“Stay there while I get undressed,” he said as he hid behind some clothes 
that were hanging up, stripped off his pants and handed them around to 
me.

All I could think about at that moment was that he was just a few feet 
away from me with his pants off and found myself wishing the clothes were 
not in the way.   I felt strange as I’d never been in this type of 
situation before.  The thought of Steve standing just a few feet from me 
in nothing but his underwear (or even less if I was lucky) was making me 
incredibly horny!

Sure I’d seen my father naked numerous times since I as early as I can 
remember so it wasn't like I’d never seen a real penis before.  Needless 
to say, seeing my dad naked didn't make me horny.  After all, he was my 
father so that would have been weird.  Even when my dad DID get horny and 
hard, I knew it didn't have anything to do with me, it was just something 
guys do sometimes.

Steve was a different story entirely though. Images of his cock and what 
he might do with it to me raced through my mind.  Later when I looked 
back to this moment I can’t but think what a missed opportunity this was 
for me! What would have happened if I’d taken the initiative and stepped 
around the clothes and offered myself to him? What would have happened if 
I had undressed along with him?

As it was, Steve put on some clean jeans before reappearing from behind 
the hanging clothes.  We sat next to each on the couch while we waited 
for the laundry to finish.  Steve put on some music and we talked about 
the carnival and just life in general.  It was sort of cute I guess, the 
two of us sitting apart on the couch, neither of us making a first move.  
Unfortunately, “cute” wasn't what I had been hoping for today.  God, I 
had been masturbating all week about a moment like this and now he 
wouldn’t even touch me!

When the washer finished I got up to put his pants in the drier.  Steve 
stayed behind on the couch where he couldn't see me so I took advantage 
of the opportunity to look around - or should I say snoop around! In 
their dirty laundry I saw what must have been Steve's underwear.  
Hmmmmmm, Steve wore plain white jockey briefs – nothing too sexy there.  
I picked up a pair and touched the crotch with my hand, imagining how the 
material had recently been tight against his cock and what it would be 
like to put my hand between his underwear and his hard cock. 

There were also some female underwear in the laundry.  Sharon was the 
only girl so I knew the smaller bra was hers.  She was my age but had 
developed faster and I noticed with more than a touch of envy that she 
had advanced well beyond a training bra.  I held her bra up against my 
chest and imagined what it would feel like to have boobs like hers that 
could fill a B cup. 

There were also some larger bras which must have belonged to her mother.  
I felt a bit naughty looking at hers, like I was peeking into something 
secret.   Sharon's mom was very good looking and she obviously still 
liked to dress nicely judging by her taste in lingerie. I wondered who 
she dressed up for since her husband left her.  Suddenly I heard a sound 
from upstairs and I dropped her bra just as Steve came rushing around the 
corner.

“Hurry up, my mom will kill me if she thinks we’ve been fooling around 
down here alone,” he hissed at me.

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and hoped he hadn’t noticed what 
I had been holding in my hand.  He apparently didn't or at least didn't 
want to say anything as we rushed back to the couch just as Steve's mom 
called down the stairs for him.

“Steve?... Are you home already?” she called down the stairway.

“Down here Mom!” he answered back, his voice cracking just a bit with 
nervousness.

Sharon then came bounding down the stairs.  She saw the two of us on the 
couch and grinned.

“Awwwwww, look at the two of you,” she teased us, “Now what have you two 
been doing here all alone? Hmmmmmm?”

We both protested, claiming that nothing had happened.  There must have 
been something my face or tone of voice that convinced her that nothing 
HAD happened because she pulled me aside and whispered in my ear.

“You’re kidding,” she said in disbelief, ‘You’re dressed like THAT and he 
hasn’t even laid a hand on you? God, do you have to wear a neon sign or 
what?”

Steve's mom came down next and looked suspiciously at us.  Steve 
explained what had happened.  His mom didn't look totally convinced but 
didn't say anything more about it. She must not have thought anything TOO 
bad because she asked me if I wanted to go back to the fair to watch the 
fireworks with them.  Well, of course I was OK with that and so I called 
my parents to let them know I would be home late. 


Chapter 3 – Back at the Fair
============================

On the way back to the fair, Sharon and her mom rode in the front seat 
leaving Steve and me in the back again.

“Now you two behave back there!” Sharon teased us, looking at us in the 
vanity mirror built into the passenger seat visor. Unfortunately, she 
need not have bothered as we sat several inches apart with our hands in 
our own laps. Damn, if this kept up all night I was going to go crazy!

The three of us went on a few more rides while their mom went off on her 
own.   Sharon eventually left us to find her mom, but not before she had 
a few words with me.

“Don’t worry Kelly,” she whispered to me when Steve was getting some more 
tickets, “It’s obvious he’s horny – my god, the bulge in his pants is 
almost embarrassing! I don’t think he’s been with a girl your age before 
so maybe he’s a little shy.  I just can’t believe he can go the whole 
night though without making a move so have fun!”

I just rolled my eyes as I wasn't feeling so positive about the night’s 
outcome as she seemed to be.  Sharon just nodded her head at me as he 
returned and left us alone together.  As dusk approached we found 
ourselves walking along the outskirts of the carnival and we followed a 
path that led out into the woods which lined the park.  As we walked his 
hand brushed against mine.  My heart raced and FINALLY Steve took my hand 
in his.  We walked along holding hands and making small talk.

When we were out of sight of the crowd, Steve stopped and turned to face 
me. His face was within inches of mine and I was afraid to say a word or 
do anything to scare him off.  Without a word he leaned over and kissed 
me.  I didn't have much experience at kissing boys other than a couple of 
flirtatious moments at parties so I was a bit awkward compared to Steve 
who obviously had a lot more practice.   We kept our lips tight together 
and basically just rubbed our lips against each other’s but at the time 
it was magic for me! I put my arms around his neck as he held me around 
the waist and pulled me up against him.  When we finally paused, both of 
us just looked at each other in silence, neither of us sure what to say.

“That was nice Steve,” I whispered softly to him.

He just smiled and then he kissed me again.  My heart raced as felt him 
against me and I could have just stayed this way all night.  Instead, 
Steve led me over to a large fallen log and we sat down next to each 
other.  He put one hand on my bare leg and the other around my waist.  
Since my top was at least a size too small it was always riding up my 
waist.  Normally I would’ve pulled it down but at the moment I let it 
expose my midriff so that his hands were on my bare skin.   As we kissed 
again he ran his hand up and down my back and I could feel his 
fingernails through my tight tank top.

I’d never had anyone touch me like this before and I felt something warm 
and wet in my pussy, something I normally only felt when I played with 
myself.  My nipples were stiffening and started to poke through the thin 
fabric of my top.  Steve started to run his hand under it, tracing his 
fingers up and down my back.   Ohhhhhhhhh it felt so good! I tingled as 
he ran his fingers up and down my spine.

Neither of us said a word, we just kissed.  Then Steve's hands begin to 
work their way around my side and I knew what he was trying to do.  I sat 
back a little, not sure that I should give in to him so fast.  I didn't 
want him to think I was some sort of slut or anything but at the same 
time I didn't want to give him the idea I didn't want to do anything 
either.

“Not yet Steve. Please... just stay in back for now.” I whispered to him 
softly.

My intent was to just make him pause but understand that if he was 
patient he would get what he wanted eventually.  He seemed to get the 
message as his hand moved back to the center of my back again.  As we 
kissed though I knew he was getting more worked up.  I glanced down and I 
could see he must have had quite an erection because the crotch of his 
pants was noticeably pushing up.   He tried again to move his hand around 
and again I resisted.

“Steve, please! Not yet...  Just rub my back,” I whispered.  Actually I 
wanted him to do it but something just made me resist a little, maybe a 
little pride in myself that he would at least have to work for it a 
little. It was getting pretty dark by now so we sat up straight and I 
pulled down my tank top.

“Guess we better get back before we can’t see the trail,” Steve said.  We 
went back and found Sharon and his mom.  Steve grabbed an extra blanket 
and turned to his mom.

“We’ll meet you at the car after the finale,” he told her.

Sharon overheard and teased us asking, “Do you mean the fireworks finale 
or ....?”

Steve just glared at her as his mom shook her head.  I wasn't sure who 
she was responding more to – Steve’s obvious intentions or his sister’s 
suggestive comments.  I just grinned at Sharon who gave me a thumbs-up 
and a wink.  Then she pulled me over to the side.

“C’mon girl, spill it.  What base are you guys at?” she asked like a 
reported on the sidelines.

I felt a little blush in my cheeks when I answered, “He kissed me.  I 
haven’t let him go any further yet.”

“Well... are you going to let him or not?” she asked and then before I 
could answer she continued, “You know it was all I could do not to laugh 
when I saw that hard-on he came back with.  God, I can’t believe my mom 
didn’t notice!”

I just had time to wink at her as Steve took my hand and led me away. He 
found a dark spot between a couple of cars that allowed us to see the 
fireworks but at the same time sheltered us from the view of most people.  
It was getting a bit chilly so he wrapped the blanket around the two of 
us.  There were still people walking by, looking for a spot to watch the 
upcoming show and at this point we were both too shy to kiss openly so I 
scooted next to Steve and he put his arm around me.  My top started to 
slip up again and I noted that when he put his arm around me his hand was 
helping it up a few inches more.  He rubbed his hand over my bare 
midriff, coming just below my breasts and then retreating back down 
again.  His other hand was running up and down my smooth leg, spending a 
lot more time on the inner part of my bare thighs than anywhere else.

We both remained deadly quiet, as if we were afraid to say anything to 
break the spell.  The fireworks finally started but I wasn't paying much 
attention as Steve started to slowly work his way under my top.  This 
time I didn’t protest and I felt goose bumps rise as he tickled my bare 
skin with his probing fingers.   Finally he was just under my bustline 
and his thumb pressed up against the bottom of my breast. He held it 
there leaving me to wonder if he would have the courage to move any 
further upward so I decided to encourage him just a little.

“It’s OK Steve,” I whispered in a low husky voice, “I don’t want you to 
stop this time.”

Steve looked at me and smiled. He moved one finger up and began to trace 
it along the outline of my boob.  I may not have had much there yet but 
what was there was certainly sensitive! A small gasp escaped from me and 
he quickly pulled his hand away.  I looked at him and took his hand in 
mine, pressing it fully against my breast.  Oh my god, I was not only 
letting a boy touch my breast, but I was actually encouraging him!

“It’s OK”, I assured him, trying not to let my nervousness show, “I like 
it when you touch me there.”

Steve started to squeeze and rub my boob.  He could easily cup my entire 
boob his hand and I felt a little embarrassed at how small I was.  He 
didn't seem to mind though as I closed my eyes and concentrated on his 
hand while he groped me.   I liked to play with my boobs but having boy 
touch them was something different entirely.  As he gained confidence he 
moved his hand from one to the other and I moaned softly at the touch of 
his hand on my naked breasts.  My nipples were rock hard by now and it 
felt unbelievable when he played with them.  I turned to him and 
whispered in his ear, “Mmmmmmm, I love that Steve... I love it when you 
touch me like that.”

As Steve continued to grope my boobs I noticed his other hand was moving 
up higher than usual on my leg, so much so that his hand was starting to 
press against my warm crotch.  As much as my pussy was screaming for 
attention, I wasn't quite ready for him to do THAT in public yet!

“Just my boobs tonight Steve,” I said softly to him.  I don't know what 
came over me then but it was like someone else was talking through my 
mouth as I said, “Don’t worry Steve, someday you will know every inch of 
me... and I mean ALL of me.”

The words just came out of me and after I’d said them I couldn't believe 
myself!  Yet it was the truth. I did indeed want him to explore me, to 
touch me all over and I meant ALL over me.  In the meantime I just 
enjoyed the fireworks, not the ones in the air but rather those going off 
inside of me.  For the next half hour we kissed and he fondled me.   It 
made me feel so sexy knowing I was turning him on the way I was.  He 
never did stop trying to get in my shorts but I just pushed him away each 
time.  In a way I kind of liked the fact he kept trying.   At least he 
knew he wanted me!

After a while Steve took my hand and moved it to his crotch. Mmmmmmm, I 
could feel his hard cock pressing through his jeans and for a moment I 
almost left my hand there.  It would have been interesting, to say the 
least, to learn more about what was hiding there but I wasn't going to 
feel my first cock under a blanket – I wanted to see what I was doing.  
Besides, I had a feeling I was going to be seeing a LOT more of Steve now 
that he knew I was more “available” than perhaps he knew before.  I 
wasn’t teasing him when I said he would know every inch of me. I had 
every intention of letting him, but it would be on my terms.  I just 
wasn't going to give him everything the FIRST night.  I wasn't a slut 
after all!

When the fireworks finale finished we gathered up the blanket and I 
pulled my top down and tried to make myself presentable.  I noticed that 
Steve’s erection was even bigger than before but I didn't want to say 
anything to embarrass him.  Besides, I had my own “hard” issue. My 
nipples were so pointed and sensitive I knew they weren’t going to go 
away any time soon.  Fortunately it was pretty cool by now which gave me 
an excuse. We met his mom and Sharon back at their car and as they put 
the chairs and blankets away Sharon pulled me aside again.

“Oh my god Kelly!” she said with her eyes opened wide, “What did you DO 
to the poor boy?

I looked at her with a questioning look, as if I had no idea what she was 
talking about.

“Don’t play dumb with me girl,” she said, wagging her finger at me” I 
mean, my brother has a tent pole sticking out from his crotch! So how far 
did you let him go?”

I gave her my most wicked smile and winked at her.  “Well..., nothing you 
wouldn’t let him do to you!”

Sharon put her hand to her mouth and giggled.  “You can be such a nasty 
little slut!” she exclaimed. Just then her mom called out for us to get 
going so she just gave me a playful push as we walked to the car. “Well,” 
she said, “Tomorrow I want details girl!”

During the drive home Steve and I held hands in the back seat under the 
blanket.   We both thought nobody noticed but Sharon was smiling at me 
the whole way home .  I suspected it wouldn’t be long until Steve and I 
got to know ALL of each other and eventually I might even give him my 
virginity.  I couldn't wait to get home and tell my mom all about my 
first kiss!

THE END


  
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