Most of my stories start with an actual event in my life, embellished and distorted into what I wish had actually happened. I suppose I should label them, "Based on an erotic dream" but that would ruin the mood. This story is as close to what actually took place as I can recall and the girl's name was really Cheryl. I mention that in the secret hope that she will somehow find this and read it, after all these years, and let me know how she remembers it.

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                                         Cheryl

	I’m not sure how the thing with Cheryl and me started. After all, it was a long time ago; but I remember it like it was yesterday. I think we had run into each other at the beach and I had asked her if she wanted to come over later for a Coke. I was 13 at the time, an eighth-grader, having discovered girls the year before but with no experience beyond kissing and holding hands. Cheryl was a year younger. She had started to get hips and nice legs and small breasts that gave nice shape when she wore sweaters. This was all very interesting to a guy who hadn’t seen or touched a pair of real titties -- ever. Up to that point, girls usually intimidated me. Why Cheryl didn’t was and is still a mystery. In retrospect, I think it was because I could tell she was interested in me. No overt signs; just her attitude. I would catch her staring at me sometimes at the beach and she would laugh or giggle at anything I said. I could just tell.


I knew that Mom and Dad were at work and my sister was away at camp for the week, so we took the bus home. We just sat and talked for a while, about school and people we knew in common. We were sitting on the sofa, sipping sodas. At some point I got bold, set my soda down and made it very obvious I was going to kiss her. She made no move to escape. Rather, she turned her head towards me and let me plant my lips gently against hers. Ohhhhhh. It was such a nice feeling: the warmth and softness of her lips. We held the kiss for an eternity – maybe 10 seconds. What a wonderful 10 seconds! (When you’re exploring new territory, as I was, it’s incredibly exciting. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest and I felt myself stirring “down there.”)

I pulled back to look at her face. She was smiling. Omigod! How lucky can a guy be! I put my hands under her chin and kissed her softly again. This time we opened our mouths and felt the tips of our tongues touch; we tasted each other. I don't know about her, but it was my first ever french kiss! She kept her mouth pressed tightly against mine, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth and we both started learning how to breathe through our noses when our mouths were otherwise occupied.

We wrapped our arms around one another. We were starting to breathe more heavily now, both of us. It was exciting me to know that I was exciting her. She had her fists clenched, grabbing the sleeves of my shirt and pulling me tightly against her. Wow!! Things were starting to get steamy. I could feel my dick hardening in my pants. It was causing me some discomfort as it was bent double in my underwear and really wanted to straighten out. I had never been in this position before. Should I just reach down and adjust myself? Should I stand up and let it free itself inside my pants? 

I decided that I would offer her another Coke and, when I went to get it, I could rearrange myself. But she said, “No, thanks” and went back to kissing me. What a dilemma. So I casually squirmed and reached down to move it. She wasn’t sure why I squirmed. She broke the kiss and leaned back, noticed what my hand was doing and just watched it. I said, “Sorry. I was uncomfortable.” 

She kept looking at what was now a large bulge and didn’t say anything for a while. Then she said, “Can I touch it?” Wowee! Did she really say that? 

I said, “Sure, if you’d like” and she reached forward and just kind of laid her hand on my lap, right over my cock. Then she closed her grip a little, wrapping her fingers around it. It jumped. She pulled her hand back, then reached out again and grabbed it more forcefully. She now had a firm grip on my hardon and she wasn’t going to let go again. Now and then she would squeeze a little harder and my cock would jump again at the stimulus. She laughed. 

“Let me see it,” she said. She didn’t ask, she just said it.

“Only if I can see you, too,” I said.

“Ok.”

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” I said.

“Ok.”

So I took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom. Now I understood why mom always made me make my bed. I sat on the bed and she stood before me. She never moved as I slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She had her bathing suit on underneath – a two-piece cotton floral print, tied with a little bow in the back. I lowered her blouse down her arms and off. Then I reached around with both hands to untie the bow. My face was pressed right between her little titties and I could smell the salty perspiration from the beach on her skin. I can’t tell you how exciting that was. I pulled the string and her top loosened and fell to the floor leaving two very small but very pretty breasts about six inches from my eyes. I looked at one and then the other, turning my head unashamedly to do so. I don’t know quite how large (or small) an A-cup is but these must have been that size: nice little cones topped with beautiful pink circles the size of half-dollar coins and little pink nipples standing erect.

I raised one hand and smothered a breast with my palm, then started making slow, gentle circles to feel the rubbery hardness of her nipple against my palm. Then I drew my fingertips together until they were circling her nipple, feeling  the soft, smooth, spongy texture of her budding breast, finally softly pinching and tugging the nipple. She inhaled audibly each time I did that and held my forearm with her hands to guide my movements. She really loved that. So did I. This was all first-time stuff for me.

While she and I were working on her left breast that way, I was looking at the other, right before me. I gave the nipple a tentative lick. Cheryl gasped as I did. Then she took one hand and crushed my face against her tit, threw her head back and uttered a long, throaty "Mmmmmm” My God! I had one tit in my hand, the other in my mouth and she was loving it!!! She wasn't saying, "No." She wasn't pushing me away. How far could I go, I wondered.

I brought my hands down to touch the backs of her thighs as she stood before me. I let my mouth go southward and I started kissing her tummy. Little kisses. Noisy kisses – all around her belly button and down along the top of her shorts. She held the back of my head and ground my nose into her stomach. I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed her butt and squeezed her soft buns through the fabric, then I pulled back, took a deep, long-delayed gasp for breath and fell back onto my bed.

She didn’t move. I opened my eyes after a few seconds. She was still standing there in shorts and nothing, looking down at me with a slight, Mona-Lisa smile. I looked at her face, her shoulders, her beautiful mounds-for-breasts, her soft skin, her long, slim legs. I guess it was only a few seconds like that before she said, “I wanna see your 'thing'.”

With that, she bent down and worked the buttons loose on my jeans. She tried to pull them down, but couldn’t. I raised my hips and she yanked them down around my knees. I had swim trunks on and she couldn’t figure how to get inside them so she just asked me to stand up and take them off, which I did. As I slipped my trunks down my legs, I sat on the edge of the bed and raised my feet to pull them completely off. My cock was stiff and standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling. I'm not very large, but she hadn't anything for comparison.

Cheryl settled down on her knees between my legs and just looked at my cock for a few seconds. Then she reached for it, wrapped her slender fingers around it and just held it for a few seconds more. Her hand felt cool. Her fingers were gripping it firmly but not tightly, with the head peeping up through the circle made by her thumb and first finger. 

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked.

"Move your hand up and down." She did. "Oh, God, that feels good. Just like that." She was staring intently at my cock as she stroked it.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

Oh, wow. Does it ever." I said as I a savored every moment of having her cool hand gripping and slowly pumping my hard cock. The difference between having my own hand there and having hers doing it for me was just mind-boggling. But I was already feeling a tightening in my balls. I didn't know what to do, so I said, "Wait. I'm gonna cum if you keep that up. It feels so good, though."

Her eyes widened and she pulled her hand back. She let go and rocked back on her heels and waited, watching it. It throbbed a few times, the head jumping each time, but we caught it in time. Nothing happened. We both just sat there waiting. "I guess I'd better get something, just in case," I said and went into the bathroom for a box of tissues. 

When I came back, she was completely naked and stretched out on her back on the bed as if she was asleep. But her eyes were open and she was watching me move across the room and sit next to her. She reached out her hand for mine and pulled me down next to her. I was lying on my left side and I ran my right hand over her body, my fingertips just brushing the surface of her skin. She relaxed and didn't move as my hand went from her flat tummy up over her ribs and around each little breast. I couldn't imagine anything as soft and silky as her skin or skin as hard as her nipples were. I let my fingertips drag across her nipples, making big, wide circles, touching her ever so lightly.

Cheryl's breathing became heavier. She was taking long, slow, deep breaths as I gently rubbed her nipples. Her breasts were not large but they were soft and rising up from her chest like little volcanoes with pink snow-covered summits. I used the side of my hand to rub lightly along the bottom and side slopes, circling each one several times before moving back to the nipples. 

Soon she took hold of my hand and moved it down between her legs, spreading her knees apart to make room.I was curious. I got up on my knees so I could look at her. She had light brown hair and the hair above her pussy was the same color. There wasn't much of it; just a sparse patch of straight, brown, fine hairs pointing downward toward the cleft between her legs. It had opened slightly to reveal two pink lips protruding slightly. I used a fingertip to trace the line where her legs met her body, wondering what i should do next.

I was watching very carefully. Cheryl spread her legs even more, allowing my finger to slide along either side of her lips all the way back to where her buttocks started. I rubbed my hand along her inner thigh. I touched the outsides of her pussy lips and I watched them open and the inner surfaces get very wet. Then I put a finger along the length of her slit. Her head and shoulders came off the bed as she felt the charge from all the nerve endings between her legs at once. She grunted a soft, "Ahhhhhh," and flopped back down.

I curled my finger so that the tip sank into the hot, wet folds and I felt her tighten, then relax. She was clutching the bedspread with her hands and raising her hips to try to sink my finger more deeply inside her. Boy, was this exciting. My cock throbbed and stiffened every time she did that. It was obvious that I was making her feel very, very good right now, so I continued to flex and curl, flex and curl my finger. 

It was getting very juicy there in her cunt. My finger was beginning to make little sucking sounds every time I flexed it and it came out of her pussy. Her pussy was so warm and the juices evaporating from my finger every time I withdrew it made it feel cold again. She was loving it and I was loving the fact that she was loving it. She moaned. She pursed her lips and sucked and blew air through them quite audibly. She had a death-grip on the bedspread and her hips rose up to suck my finger inside. And the scent......Ahhhh, the scent. I had never smelled a woman's essence before; sweet and musky and heavy. Perfume. Well, pheromones, actually, but I didn't know about pheromones then. I just knew I loved that smell.

Geez. I couldn't believe what an effect I was having on her. Then.....Wow! She gasped, came up off the pillow, clamped her legs together trapping my finger inside her, squeezed my hand between her thighs and grunted a big, "Nggghhhh." She held that way for about 10 seconds. I couldn't move. My hand was trapped and held tightly. Then she relaxed. She lay her head back down and I could see beads of perspiration on her forehead. I didn't move. She didn't move, except to breathe in great gasps. Her body went limp; her eyes were closed. Neither of us moved. I was leaning on my elbow just looking at her with my middle finger still impaling her wet pussy -- a relexed, serene young woman recovering from her first orgasm. (Or, at least the first one with me.) And I was very pleased with myself for being able to give her such pleasure.

It got to be a code between us. When the folks were away and I knew the house would be empty for at least a couple hours, I would call Cheryl and ask, "How 'bout coming over for a Coke?" She's say, "Sure," and would ring the doorbell about 10 minutes later. This went on for several months. Then she got a boyfriend. Someone from church, I think but I don't think she "did it" with him. I lost track of her but I still wonder, many years later, if she remembers those times as fondly as I do.

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