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. Who better than my best friend's brother?
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? I don't mean the ones with
your mom and dad, or even your girlfriends. I'm talking about your first
REAL kiss. The first boy I kissed was back when I was twelve and though
it was a little weird and extremely awkward it still left me thrilled.
Of course being a teenage boy he tried to push me to take it further but
I didn't let him. It wasn't that I didn't WANT him to; lord knows I was
as horny if not more than he was! It was just I wanted it to be with
someone special and that boy hadn't shown up yet.
Now I was fourteen and preparing for my first year of high school. So
many 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 short cutoffs and tight low-cut tank tops, from rubbing a
painful skinned knee to my aching clit. While I'd started dating it was
mostly with groups of friends while the few single dates were with high
school boys. I preferred the older guys as they were so much more mature
than the boys in my classes but at the same time they were also really
pushy! It was like non-stop groping from the time I sat in their car.
My breasts were finally growing and even though they developing far
slower then I would've hoped, it pleased me that the boys were starting
to pay more attention to me even when I was hanging around with my
bustier friends. I also worked hard to get as much attention as possible
by dressing in the least amount of clothes I could get away with. With a
below-average bust size my mom never even bothered buying me a training
bra so it wasn't like I had to sneak out of the house without one. She
was a bit more strict when it came to panties though. Much to her
consternation it made me super horny to run around bottomless in public
so I would "forget" to put them on whenever I thought I could get away
with it. Sitting in a pew at church I would wonder what the people
sitting next to me would say if they had any idea that there was nothing
but me under my short sundress. It always made me wet and horny and I
usually rushed to my room to strip off my dress and masturbate as soon as
we returned home, sometimes not even making it there and doing myself in
the back seat while my parents tried to pretend they didn't know what I
was doing. I guess they figured it wasn't worth arguing over something
that wasn't hurting anyone.
At the beginning of summer vacation I spent a weekend with my friend
Sharon and few other girlfriends at her parent's camp, or should I say
now her mother's. Sharon's parents had divorced a few years earlier when
her deadbeat father traded her mom in for a young secretary at work. As
a result 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 directly
spoken to him much before. Being in high school always made him seem so
much older than the boys I knew in middle school and all of us girls had
a mad crush on him - even his younger sister Sharon which seemed a little
weird at first. Yet as wrong as it should have been, somehow it was so
hot to listen to her talk about her brother like he was just another guy
she dreamed about.
During the weekend all the girls, even Sharon's mom, wore nothing but
skimpy bikinis. Seeing her mom in a tiny bikini which barely covered her
nipples made me think her ex-husband must have been a real idiot!
Surrounded by all but naked girls must have driven Steve crazy, even if
we were a couple years younger than him. Once I even saw him peeking out
the camper screen window as we gathered around the picnic table for
lunch. I just knew he had to be jerking his awesome cock (as I dreamed
it must be) while he watched us. After lunch I quietly told the other
girls about how I'd seen him watching us and so 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 butts and our bikini tops
would "accidentally" slip out of place as we adjusted them, giving him a
peek at our perky boobs. Well, THEY gave a peek of their perky boobs as
mine weren't so perky yet.
Later that day at the beach we all giggled and loosened our bikinis just
enough so when we jumped off the raft the tops or bottoms would slide
completely 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 water while he was watching us
which really made me even hornier. To our delight, the poor guy seemed
to have a perpetual hard-on for which his swim suit did little hide.
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! Even 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 magazine 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 an older brother built like Steve I would probably have
been doing the same.
While common sense told me Sharon was probably just eating us when she
would tell us how her brother turned her on, sometimes I couldn't help
but wonder if there was anything more between them than what she was
telling us. Given Steve didn't seem all that interested in her I had a
strong suspicion it was more something Sharon dreamed about than him.
Really, how likely was it that a brother would be interested in his
sister in the first place? That would've been incest and I couldn't
imagine anyone doing THAT. Granted I didn't have any siblings so it
wasn't fair of me to judge, still the very idea of having sex with my mom
or dad was just way too weird to even think about.
After our weekend at camp, all the next week I found myself thinking
about Steve in his bathing suit; well, more about him 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 would 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. It felt particularly naughty to wonder 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 more than a little surprised but way more thrilled
when later the next week Steve called. My mom answered the phone and
when she handed it to me she gave me a wink and a sly smile. I'd told
her when I'd come home how we'd teased him and my suspicion that he
peeked and masturbated about us. My hands were shaking and I was barely
even able to say hello. He was so sweet, telling me how he thought I was
the prettiest girl at the camp. Then he asked me out! My mom was
watching me and she silently clapped as I nodded - she knew exactly what
I meant.
Like wow, talk about the last thing I'd ever expected to happen. Oh sure
in my masturbation-driven dreams he would call and beg me to let him take
me out... but in reality??? The 4th of July weekend was coming and Steve
said that he wanted to take me to a carnival in a nearby town. It really
didn't matter where he wanted to take me - he could have asked me out to
the library and I'd have accepted! This sounded like a lot more fun than
the library so I blurted out yes without even letting him finish. After
hanging up I turned to my mom with the biggest grin and we just hugged.
I couldn't wait for my dad to get home so I could tell him his little
girl finally had a date... and with the foxiest boy at school!
While at sixteen Steve was old enough to drive, he didn't have his own
car yet so since it was too far to walk or ride our bikes Steve's mom
offered to drive us to the public park where the carnival had set up. I
was wearing a pair of my skimpiest torn cutoffs and a tight peach cami
with spaghetti straps and a bare torso, 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. Needless to say I wasn't wearing a
bra even if it was more because I really didn't need one than trying to
look sexy. As tight and short as my shorts were, the lack of panties
should have been an obvious to anyone looking closely - and hopefully he
would quickly realize that there was nothing between the shorts and my
little fourteen year-old bare bottom. Although I still pretty much had a
little girl figure, signs of hips were definitely starting to show and my
legs weren't the scrawny pony legs anymore. I mean like really, what
more could I do to signal to him that I was available?
As I approached the car Steve's mother took just one look at me and I
could see her lips purse a bit as my ass was barely covered and the cami
was WAY too tight and short but she didn't say anything at first. Still,
I could see from her expression that at least SHE was catching my
signals. Later as she drove us she casually asked me if my mom knew what
I was wearing today - a little TOO casually. It was like she assumed no
mother would knowingly allow her daughter to go out in public dressed
like me. Well, she didn't know my mom! I calmly replied that my mom did
- and I was being perfectly honest. Indeed, my mom had been one to
suggest the cami! I'd originally chosen a looser T-shirt but she shook
her head when she saw it and led me back to my bedroom where she found
the cami.
"If you want to make a good impression on your first date you need to
show more of the goods," she told me with a twinkle in her eye as she
watched me change tops. I pulled it down as far as it would stretch -
which wasn't very far below my bustline but she just frowned saying,
"Don't try to cover up - you look sexy."
I think that was one of the first times my mom had ever straight out told
me I looked sexy and I felt so proud. Sitting in the back seat with
Steve and seeing how we was looking down at my chest, I was so happy now
my mom had suggested this outfit.
Once at the park, before Steve's mom left us she told Steve that Sharon
and her would be attending her company picnic so if we needed anything
before our scheduled pick-up time that we should go to his grandparents
who lived only a few blocks away from the park. I'd never met his
grandparents but at the time it didn't seem likely we'd need that option.
For the next hour or so it was just your typical teenage carnival date.
We went on several of the rides and on most of them we were pressed
tightly against one another. Each time 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. Alas, for whatever reason he was the
perfect gentlemen - NOT at all 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. Dang it, why wouldn't he touch me? From the way I'd
dressed for him he certainly should've gotten the hint that I wouldn't
have resisted!
The one good sign was there were a few times when I would look over at
him and notice a distinct bulge in his tight white jean shorts. Mmmmmmm,
I couldn't help but imagine his sixteen year-old cock underneath and
wondered what he would've done if I'd put my hand over his crotch.
Indeed, I might've done it if he had made ANY sort of move but he was
playing the choir boy with me. This was certainly NOT what I'd expected
based on the way he reacted during the camping trip. Worse yet, it was
nothing like what Beth claimed had happened on their first date where she
claimed he couldn't keep his hands off her boobs the entire time! Ok, so
hers were melons compared to mine but still...
In addition to the rides we also played some games. Steve won me a silly
little teddy bear which I thought was just adorable. Then tragedy
struck, or at least something unexpected. We were watching a group of
guys trying to ring this 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 pure white jean shorts were covered with mud and
he was soooooo mad. I had to cover my mouth because I wanted to giggle
yet I felt so sorry for him because I knew he was terribly 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 a few blocks over to his grandparent's house where he explained
his predicament. Thankfully his grandpa was pretty cool about it and
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've given
anything to touch and kiss him but neither of us had the courage to start
anything, especially with his grandfather keeping such a close eye on us.
From what Sharon had told us and Beth had confirmed, Steve was no virgin
by any stretch of the imagination and enjoyed quite a reputation with the
girls at school for his "wandering hands". Well if that was the case
then why was he treating me more like a little sister rather than going
for a home run? Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure how far I was prepared
to let him go but it would've been fun to have him at least try!
It was about ten miles or so back to Steve's place where we saw by the
missing car in the garage that his mom and Sharon were still out. Steve
assured his grandfather his mom would be home soon and it was OK to leave
us until then. Seeing the way his grandpa looked at me I wasn't sure he
entirely bought Steve's story but he didn't say anything before leaving
us. Once inside Steve's younger brother was nowhere to be found so we
apparently had the whole empty house to ourselves. I felt a little
tingle as I wondered if Steve was thinking the same as me - what a great
opportunity for us to finally get naughty!
My heart was pounding when Steve led me down to the basement to their
laundry room with the washer and drier. It soon became evident that
Steve had no idea whatsoever as to how to use a wash machine. He seemed
a bit embarrassed which I couldn't help but find funny and he blushed all
the more when I volunteered to take care of his clothes for him. We both
stood there for a moment, facing each other in silence as if unsure what
to do next.
"Well, I really can't wash those shorts 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. A little frustrated, I stood where I was as he stripped off
his shorts and handed them around the clothes to me. All I could think
about at that moment was that the hottest guy in school was just a few
feet away from me with nothing but his underwear on. Of course I was
wishing with everything I had that those darn clothes would fall out of
the way. It felt a little awkward as well as I'd never been in this type
of situation before.
OK, so I'd seen my father naked numerous times since 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 in the least - he was my
dad after all so that would've been just weird. Even when my dad DID get
horny and hard, I knew it didn't have anything to do with me directly, it
was just something guys do sometimes. OK, so maybe it had something to
do with me but my mom and I had talked about this very thing numerous
times and I knew it was nothing so much to do with seeing his daughter as
it was seeing a naked teenage girl. He simply reacted the way any man
would - he sported an erection.
Steve was a different story entirely though. Images of his teenage 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 help but think what a missed
opportunity this had been for me! What would have happened if I'd taken
the initiative and simply stepped around the clothes and offered myself
to him? What would've happened if I'd undressed along with him?
As it was, Steve put on some clean shorts 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, school, 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'd been hoping for today.
God, I'd been masturbating all week about a moment just like this and now
he wouldn't even touch me!
When the washer finished I got up to put his shorts 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, so 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 bras was hers while the larger, more
industrial versions belonged to her mom. Sharon was my age, a few months
older actually, but had developed much faster and I noticed with more
than a touch of envy that she was now wearing a B cup. I held her bra up
against my chest and imagined what it would feel like to have boobs like
hers that could fill the cup to overflowing.
I felt a bit naughty checking out her mother's bras, 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 like a hot rock 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'd 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.
It was Sharon then who 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 love
birds been doing here all alone? Hmmmmmm?"
We both protested, claiming that nothing had happened. There must've
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 my
stupid brother hasn't even laid a hand on you? God Kelly, 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 but his mom didn't look totally convinced
although she 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'd be home late. It was
all I could do to keep a straight face with everyone watching me while my
mom asked how my date was going.
"Have you let him touch you yet?" she asked.
"No mom," was all I dared say as I saw Steve's mom watching me.
"You're kidding, what is he... gay?" my mom teased.
"No mom, everything's just fine," I replied a little tersely yet managing
to smile at his mom. She started to ask something more but I cut her
off, telling her we were leaving and hanging up the phone.
Truth was, everything was NOT fine but at least I'd have another chance
with him. The way things were now he was never going to ask me out
again!
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, keeping an eagle eye
using the vanity mirror built into the passenger seat visor.
Unfortunately she need not have bothered as once again 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 shorts is
almost embarrassing! I was thinking that he's never been with a girl as
tiny as you before so maybe he's a little shy. Still, I just can't
believe my horny brother can go the whole night with a girl without
making a move so have fun!"
She was trying to be nice but I just rolled my eyes as I wasn't feeling
nearly as positive about the night's outcome as her. Sharon just nodded
her head at me as her brother returned and finally left us alone
together. As dusk approached we found ourselves walking along the
outskirts of the carnival until we turned on a path that led out into the
woods lining 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.
Once we were out of sight of the crowd Steve stopped and turned to face
me. His handsome 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!
My thoughts went to how me and my dad would kiss. Even though he was my
dad we liked to kiss and show our love for each other, especially when he
did something nice for me like buy me a new sexy outfit. Maybe I could
try kissing Steve like I kissed my dad? It seemed a little kinky to
compare the two but obviously this wasn't going anywhere as it was.
Taking a deep breath I put my arms around his neck as he held me around
the waist and pulled up against him. I closed my eyes and imagined I was
in my dad's arms, that my dad was pressing his lips against mine, his
tongue pressing against my lips so urgent to find its way into my mouth.
I felt my tongue reach out to Steve and opened my eyes. His eyes were
wide open as he stared at me in surprise but then he responded with his
and our kiss finally became the passionate one I'd so dreamed of.
When we finally paused to catch our breath, 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. OMG, I'd almost said
"daddy" instead of Steve! OMG, I'd said it was "nice". Like saying
someone has a "nice" personality.
Steve just smiled having no idea of the horrible mistake I'd just come so
close to making. Then he kissed me again. My heart raced as felt him
against me and I could've 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 exposed waist. Since
my top was at least a size too small it was always riding up. Normally I
would've pulled it down but at the moment I let it expose my midriff up
as high as where my small boobs began to extend. As we kissed again he
ran his hand up and down my back and I could feel his fingernails through
my tight cami and over my bared skin.
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 even more
the thin fabric of my cami. Steve started to run his hand under it in
back, tracing his fingers up and down my spine. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh it felt so
good!
Neither of us said a word as 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 still 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. Glancing down I
could clearly see he must have had quite an erection because the crotch
of his shorts 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
tugged down my cami just enough to keep it from sliding up over my boobs.
"Guess we better get back before we can't see the trail," Steve said, a
note of frustration clearly in his tone and I wondered if I'd blown it.
We went back and soon 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 mostly from the view of the
majority of 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 cami 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 cami. 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 small 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 breast. He could easily cup my
entire boob his hand and I felt a little embarrassed at how small I was.
I was certainly nothing to compare to when he'd felt up my best friend
Beth. He didn't seem to mind though as I closed my eyes and concentrated
on nothing but his hand as he groped me. Now I like to play with my
boobs but having a 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, soon you'll 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 or so we kissed and he groped 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 I knew
he wanted me!
After a while Steve took a different tact, taking my hand and moving 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've 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'd realized before. I certainly wasn't teasing him when I said he
would know every inch of me. Mmmmmmm, 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! Now as for the
SECOND night...
When the fireworks finale finished we gathered up the blanket and I
pulled my cami 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. Even though I did suggest he carry the
blanket in front of him, 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 freakin' 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. "Kelly, 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 grinning 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
19990704 Fooling Around on the 4th of July - mf nosex pett