Subject: Fooling Around on the 4th of July (mf, nosex, pett)
Diary Date: July 4, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
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:
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. Mmmmm, 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 soooo 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 on 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. Hmmmm, 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.
�Awwwww, 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
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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
others 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, �Mmmmmm, 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. Mmmmmm, 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
ever 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