The Kissing Game

Felix Phile Dec. 1999 (felixphile@hotmail.com)

One summer, when I was 15, my sister and I spent a week at an art school out in 
the country.  I took some classes in sketching and pottery during the day, but 
what is more interesting is what happened at night.

The school was located on a farm in some countryside formed of gently rolling 
hills. Some of the students would commute daily from the city and others found 
accommodation nearby. One of the choices was a ski lodge that also functioned as 
a resort/campground in the summer. My sister, who is a couple of years older 
than me, stayed at the lodge but I had chosen to stay in a tent and eat in the 
lodge. There was a van from the school that would take us back and forth to the 
lodge.

On the Sunday before school started my parents drove my sister and me to the 
lodge where they made the proper arrangements. I found a nice spot about in a 
field across from the lodge and pitched my tent. After checking everything was 
satisfactory my parents left for home. That first evening went smoothly. We ate 
supper and I went to my tent to read by the light of my gas lamp and later to 
sleep.

Monday went as expected. We ate breakfast at the lodge, took the van to the 
farm, checked in, and had our first classes. At the end of the day I prepared to 
head back to the lodge and met my sister at the van. She had apparently 
attracted the interest of a friend of one of the instructors and would be 
staying for the evening at the farm. I rarely saw her in the evenings after that 
and it turned out that she had a pretty interesting week at camp too.

~*~

I took the van back to the lodge expecting an eventless evening. I walked around 
the campground exploring until suppertime when I went to the lodge. There wasn't 
much to do after so I went to my tent to read.

After an hour or so there was a sudden thump on my tent. It surprised me and I 
stuck my head outside to look for the source. It had grown dark enough that I 
couldn't make out much except the lodge in the distance.

I went back to reading but another thump soon came, followed by a third. This 
time I left the tent and started walking around. Suddenly two figures jumped up 
from the tall grass and took off for a bunch of trees. I chased after them but 
didn't go far as I didn't have my shoes on.

I decided to go looking for the culprits, as this was more interesting than my 
book. I put my shoes on and turned out my lamp. Then I started walking quietly 
in the direction of the woods. After wandering around for about 15 minutes I 
came across a picnic table with four kids sitting on it. One of them called out 
to me and I walked over.

As I got close I could see there were two boys and two girls. I sat down and 
started talking to them. I found out that they were children of people who 
worked at the lodge and stayed on the grounds during the summer. I can't 
remember their names so I'll call them Billy, Bobby, Joanne, and Terry. I don't 
remember much about Billy and Bobby except that they looked like typical 12 or 
13 year-old boys. Joanne was a fairly ordinary looking 14 year-old with 
shoulder-length brown hair who looked like the country life suited her. Terry 
was a cute 13 year-old with long black hair.

It turned out that it had been the two boys throwing rocks at my tent. 
Apparently my orange cotton tent stood out like a beacon when I had the bright 
lantern on inside. They knew that there was another teenager in the tent and had 
decided to pull a prank. The boys had been the ones to move close to the tent 
while the girls had stayed near the woods. When I chased them they all took off 
to meet back at the picnic table, their usual hangout.

After we talked for a while Billy (or was it Bobby) said they were planning to 
play the "kissing game" and said I could join in. I didn't know what it was so 
Terry told me that they would take turns kissing for a while then switch 
partners. There were normally only the four of them so I'd have to sit out the 
first round. Terry looked pretty cute so I figured it was worth waiting to see 
what would happen.

The couples sat side by side on one side of the picnic table while I sat on the 
other. I didn't stare but I still saw enough to understand what was expected. 
Each couple would turn enough that they could lightly peck lips and then after a 
while sit there with their lips pressed together. This didn't seem too exciting 
but at 15 I would have walked a mile for a glimpse of a cute girl. (I still 
will, exercise is good for the heart.)

At some signal I didn't recognize it was time to switch. I sat down beside Terry 
and while her partner moved to Joanne. Terry was rather petite and just 
beginning to develop her secondary sexual characteristics. I moved in tight 
beside her and made a few light brushes of her lips. It was nice but didn't seem 
to have any feeling to it. We moved to longer pressing of the lips but she kept 
hers pursed tightly and it was about as interesting as kissing my aunt.

I put an arm around Terry and tried putting a little more feeling into it but 
Terry put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me away. I was starting to lose 
interest in the game. Soon enough this turn was up.

I moved over next to Joanne and she shifted slightly to move right against me. 
Joanne was bigger than Terry and had certainly hit puberty earlier. She may not 
have had Terry's looks but she already had an interesting set of curves. We 
started with the gentle kisses and I found that hers were much softer and more 
interesting than Terry's. Soon we move to prolonged contact and I put an arm 
around her. Joanne moved in closer so that I could feel her breasts pressing 
against my chest. We started more serious kissing at that point and I had just 
started trying to put my tongue between her lips when time ran out.

Joanne seemed as disappointed as I was when we had to break. I sat still for a 
moment as I didn't want to stand up and make my newly developed erection 
obvious. I kind of slid around the bench to the other side of the table while 
the boys moved to their new partners. I pretended to look at the sky while 
keeping as many senses as I could focused on the couples behind me.

It seemed to go much the same way as the first round with only some simple 
kissing. Eventually that round ended and I moved over to join Terry. Again she 
would kiss me but only in the way children would. I tried to make it more 
interesting but she wouldn't join in.  She was interested in boys but not yet in 
any form of real contact.

Finally I moved back to Joanne. This time my arm went around her right away and 
we pulled close. The kisses were real smooches and I tried to move my tongue 
between her lips. She opened her mouth and let it, starting a little dance with 
her tongue. She'd done this before. My next step was to slide my free hand up 
and down her side with the intention of moving it on to her breast. As soon as I 
got it up to the point where I could feel the softness of the side of her breast 
her arm clamped down trapping it there. I couldn't tell if she was trying to 
stop me from going further or preventing me from sliding away again.

I held my hand there and started moving my thumb back and forth over the part it 
could reach. I couldn't find her nipple but I still thought I was doing pretty 
well. Before I could do much more it was time to break the clinch.

Terry declared that it was time to go back to the lodge and look for their 
parents. Regretfully, I headed back to my tent. I stripped down, lay on my 
sleeping bag, and beat off like crazy.

~*~

Tuesday went much as had Monday - a little sketching, a little pottery. When I 
got back to the lodge in the afternoon I saw Bobby and asked him what they were 
up to that night. He said they never planned anything, they just met at the 
picnic table. I went to my tent, grabbed a change of clothes and headed off to 
lodge for a shower. Coming out I ran into my sister who said she was off with 
some "friends" that evening. We met for supper and she took off later leaving me 
on my own once again.

Once the sky started to darken I set off for the picnic table hoping for some 
more of the previous night's activities. I found the two boys and Joanne at the 
table but no Terry. Joanne looked happy and a little relieved to see me show up. 
I asked about Terry. Her mother was off to town to do some shopping and Terry 
had gone along.

It was pretty obvious to me that we weren't going to play the kissing game with 
three guys and one girl. I was disappointed but decided to hang around anyway. I 
sat next to Joanne on the table and she kind of leaned back so there was a 
little contact between us. I leaned into her just a bit so she would know I 
liked it too.

We sat there talking about the kind of things that young teens talk about. Bull 
shitting each other about what we'd seen and done. Who was the best ball player, 
how mosquitoes would explode if you trapped them by pulling your skin tight 
after they had stung, if you could really ride your bike down a hill fast enough 
to burst the tires.

At one point a couple walking through the woods came up to us and started making 
conversation. I'd guess they were in their early twenties but it was so long ago 
I don't know for sure. We swapped some dumb-ass jokes for a while when Billy 
made his mouth into an 'O' with pursed lips and pointed at it grunting for 
attention. Then he asked the woman if she knew what it was. I knew the joke and 
tried to stop him.

"Ya know what this is?" he asked.

"No, what is it?" she answered.

"Cock-sucker's cramp! Do you get it?"

"Yeah, I get it," she said going along with him.

"How often?" he asked.

She laughed but I felt kind of embarrassed. I didn't know at that age that cock-
sucking was a pretty common occurrence and adults could joke about it too.

Not long after this the others headed off to the lodge and I went back to my 
tent. We hadn't done any kissing that night but being 15 I still had to relieve 
my frustration into a tissue.

~*~

On Wednesday, as usual, I went to the farm. I found out that there would be a 
campfire that night with music and marshmallows. After class I took the van back 
to the lodge for supper and to get my jacket in case it got cooler. I saw Joanne 
and she asked if I'd be at the picnic table that night. I told her I would be at 
the farm and probably not back until late. She asked when I was going back to 
the city. I told her that my parents were coming up late Friday after class to 
take us home. She seemed disappointed but didn't say anything.

I had a good time at the campfire and even smoked a little weed. Hey, these were 
artsies and it was not long after Woodstock.

~*~

Thursday was a little different at the farm because we had a nude model for 
sketching. She lay out on a blanket in one of the fields and we sketched. I did 
a pretty good job I think, trying to concentrate on the task rather then just 
ogling her. I don't know what happened to that sketch, it disappeared like so 
many other memories over the years.

As usual I ate supper in the lodge and just walked around killing time until I 
could go to the picnic table. Once dusk came I headed there to look for the 
others. This time I was the first. I sat there peeling twigs and flicking stones 
at trees until I heard someone coming. I looked up to see Joanne. She was a 
little out of breath like she'd being rushing to get there.

"Hi," I said as she came towards me. She was wearing her usual cutoff jeans and 
a checkered blouse.

"Hi," she said back. "The others will be here soon."

"Oh, okay," I said in brilliant repartee.

"This is your last night isn't it?"

"Yeah, my folks are picking me up tomorrow."

"Yeah, you told me yesterday."

"Oh, yeah, I did."

What? You were expecting scintillating dialogue from a couple of kids?

About then the others showed up in a group, this time with Terry. Great, maybe 
we'd play the kissing game again. We started talking about the usual stuff and I 
tried to press them details about what we were going to do. Nobody was very 
committal, then Joanne said, "What about the kissing game?"

Terri said, "I don't know, maybe later."

I didn't want to push it so I left it alone. We kept up the meaningless 
conversation for a while as we sat and slapped mosquitoes. Not too much later 
Terry spoke up, "Hey, it's getting really buggy tonight, let's go in."

The boys agreed and neither Joanne or I said anything, we just followed them 
back to the lodge. We went in to the game room and sat down. We played cards for 
a while, every now and then a guest would walk through the room or stick a head 
in looking for a friend. It became pretty obvious to me that my last night was 
going to be a bust. I got bored with the card game and announced that I was 
going back to my tent.

I trudged back and climbed inside. I took off my clothes and put on the sweat 
shorts I had been wearing to sleep in. I lit the lamp and pulled out my book. I 
hadn't done nearly as much reading as I'd expected that week. After about half 
an hour my tent thudded. I knew that sound, it was a rock bouncing off it.

I put out the lamp, grabbed my jacket, and crawled out of the tent. I could see 
a silhouette about twenty feet away.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Joanne," came back the hushed reply.

"Hi, why are you here?"

"I wanted to say good-bye."

I walked over to her and said, "Yeah, I guess I should've said something."

"Well, the others don't care too much."

At this point I realized that the mosquitoes were still plentiful and we were 
supper.

"Let's go somewhere," I said.

She said, "How about your tent?"

"Yeah, let's go."

I crawled inside and moved to the back to let her in. She came in and sat cross-
legged facing me.

"So it's your last night."

"Yeah, I guess we won't see each other again."

"We didn't get to play the kissing game tonight."

"Yeah, I wish did."

"Me too, maybe we could do it now."

"Sure," I said and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned forward too. I put my 
arms out and tried to pull her to me but it was too clumsy sitting as we were. 
"Umm, maybe we should lie down," I said.

"Okay," she said and we both unwound ourselves in the cramped tent and lay on 
our sides.

We started kissing and I realize that we had too many arms lying around. I slid 
my bottom arm out and under her head. She folded hers up and put her hand under 
my cheek. We started kissing again. I pulled her tight to me and tried to slip 
my tongue in her mouth. She let me and the lingual wrestling began.

As we got more excited by this action I half rolled on top of her with one leg 
between hers. I started to slide my free hand up her side as I had the other 
night. Once again her arm clamped down, but this time I was in a superior 
position. I slid my hand out from under her arm and right onto her breast. She 
just moaned into my mouth and kissed even harder. This was a good sign I 
thought.

I squeezed her breast feeling the hard nipple in my palm. She ran her hand over 
my bare chest exposed by the open jacket. Thinking turnabout is fair play I slid 
my hand down to her waist and tried to pull her blouse out of her shorts but it 
wouldn't come. She pushed me away and I figured it was back to square one. 
Instead, she sat up and pulled her blouse out of her shorts. Then she reached 
down to me and started to push off my jacket. I get the idea and pulled it off.

Joanne lay down on her back and I lay on my side propped up on one elbow. I slid 
my hand down her stomach and up under her shirt until it was on top of her bra. 
I leaned down and started kissing her again. I moved my hand up onto the exposed 
top of her breast and sort of turned it so my fingers could reach her nipple. I 
played with it as she tried to suck my tongue right out of my mouth.

By this time her blouse was getting pretty bunched up and I was loosing blood to 
my hand. I pulled it out and started undoing buttons. She lay there and watched 
as I fumbled with them. When I was finished I brushed the sides away from her 
chest, then pushed her bra up off her breasts.

I'd gotten a little further with a girl before, after a high school dance where 
we'd both sneaked some booze and got a little drunk. I'd got my hand into her 
pants and actually got a sticky finger, but that was on a cool fall night on a 
park bench. This was a whole lot more comfortable.

I leaned down again but this time started sucking on her nipple. She reached up 
and put her fingers in my hair and closed her eyes. This was obviously doing as 
much for her as for me. Since things were going really well and Joanne wasn't 
resisting at all I decided to go for it. I ran my hand down over the front of 
her shorts and down to her thigh. I started stroking. Not knowing how far she 
would let me go I gradually worked my hand up her beautiful smooth inner thigh 
until the side of my finger was resting against her crotch.

I was surprised that there were still no signs of resistance. At that age I 
didn't know girls got just as horny as guys. Looking back I realized that this 
was the perfect opportunity for her too. Some guy she'd never see again and who 
couldn't go telling everyone she knew.

I started sliding my hand in and out between her legs, rubbing along the valley 
of mystery. I pulled my hand back slightly and tried to sneak a finger up the 
leg of her cutoffs. The best I could do was a fingertip between her panties and 
the seam. It couldn't get it further but I could feel that her panties were 
soaked. This was enough encouragement.

Still licking her nipples, moving from one to the other, I moved my hand to the 
button at the top of her shorts. I fumbled but managed to open it. I pulled the 
fly down, the shorts pulling open from the tension on them. I slid my hand into 
the top of her panties, down over the hair, and managed to get a finger into the 
hot, slimy crack. I could rub a little, playing with the tiny knob at the top. 
Her hips started moving up and down.

I rolled onto her as much as I could and started rubbing my crotch against her 
hip. My boner was sticking straight out inside the sweat shorts. I rolled back 
and pulled her hand onto it. She pulled it away with a jerk. I grabbed it and 
pulled it back. This time she held on and started squeezing. At this point I was 
about to lose it in my pants. That would be my best adventure to date but I 
wanted more.

I pulled away and started to pull down her shorts. At this point she grabbed 
them and said, "No, I can't."

I kept pulling and said, "I just want to touch you." She held on so I slid a 
hand back into her shorts and started playing with her button. I lay my head on 
her tummy and kept playing. Every now and then I push one side or the other of 
her shorts down just a bit until there was a gap big enough to get my whole hand 
in her crotch. I reached in and put a finger up her, playing in the copious 
juices.

Moving it in and out, using my thumb to rub her clit, I kept working away until 
her hips started bucking and her hands reached out to grab my arm. She held it 
there while she rubbed herself off against my hand.

As she calmed I lay beside her, stroking her breasts and gently kissing her. I 
was still desperate to get off and I wasn't sure how. Then I got an idea. I 
pulled my shorts off and swung a leg over her so that I was kneeling over her 
stomach. I pulled her hand up to my cock and started it stroking up and down. 
She stared at it, slowly moving her hand and occasionally rubbing her thumb in 
the seepage coming out of the tip. I reached down and started squeezing her 
breasts. I leaned forward pressing my cock down on her chest with my stomach and 
barely whispering said, "Put it between your tits."

She pulled her hands to the side and squished her breasts up to form a valley 
for my cock to slide in. There was enough lubrication dripping out of it to make 
everything slippery. I could see her looking down trying to watch with her chin 
jammed to her chest. I started rocking more up than down so that I gradually 
slid my cock up to the point where it was bumping her lips. It was leaving 
little bits of slime everywhere and she licked a drop off her lips.

I reached a hand back into her crotch and started play with her button again. 
Soon her hips were moving up and down as mine moved towards her mouth. "Lick 
it," I said.

She reached her tongue out to catch the drop on the tip. Her eyes closed and her 
mouth opened slightly as her pelvis started moving harder. I moved further and 
bumped the tip between her lips. Her eyes shot open and then closed again. I 
pushed and she opened her mouth more. I slid the head inside just as she began 
to reach her climax. I bumped against the roof of her mouth and it was just too 
much.

I shot spray after spray like it was never going to end. The first shot went 
into her mouth which she swallowed reflexively, gagging a bit. She was too lost 
in her own orgasm to deal with the foreign object in her mouth. I pumped until I 
was done and softening a bit when she spit me out.

Joanne looked up at me rather confused. I don't think either of us really 
understood what had just happened or how to react. The drives had been stronger 
than we knew what to deal with. I got off her chest and lay down beside her, 
pulling her to me. She put her head against my chest and held me.

Soon we started to get cold and realized that we were lying there mostly naked 
with bits of come here and there. We were too confused to talk. I pulled on my 
shorts. Joanne fixed her shorts, pulled her bra back down and did up her blouse. 
We kissed again for a while then Joanne said, "I think I have to get home now."

"I guess so," I replied not knowing what to say.

She crawled out of the tent and stood up. I followed her and stood facing her.

"I'm glad I came here," I said.

"Me too," was her answer. Then, "I've got to go."

I kissed her again and said, "Bye."

"Bye," she said and ran up to the lodge.
