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