A story by Krisnjamie. 

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Simon & The Wolves. 


Simon allowed his eyes to travel up the long bare legs before him. They grazed the top of her thighs and came to rest on the white cotton panties decorated with small pink roses.

Charlotte Wolfe lay back on her elbows looking down. Her glance switched between the boy and her crotch area. Her skirt had been flipped up to expose her rose patterned panties and she waited while he made his next move. She didn't have to wait long as Simon leant in and gripped the hem of her panties on both sides. She lifted obligingly as he tugged down and she watched the fabric slide down her legs, passed her ankles and then fly to the edge of the oval clearing in the barley crop in which they hid.

Simon looked into her eyes and , briefly, they locked together.

"open" he said

A shiver ran through her as she parted her legs to expose herself to the boy, noticing his smile as her legs parted.

Simon moved in again, scrambling on his knees between her parted legs until the rough material of his jeans brushed each of her thighs. She parted her legs wider.

For a moment Simon studied the down covered area, always intrigued by the change in colour and hue from outer to inner body. Her smell wafted up to him and he grinned broadly.

"Want me to touch you?"

She nodded her assent.

He first covered the whole area with his hand and then let it slip down between her thighs parting her flesh as he did so. Turning his hand over so that it was palm up he slipped his middle finger into the girl and felt the tremor that ran through her.

He stroked gently in and out for a few minutes before bringing his thumb down onto her engorged clit and rubbing it hard. Seconds later his hand was wet with her come and she was gasping for breath.

"Take off your shirt" he commanded, not moving his hand from her cunt.

"What?"

"Take of your shirt. I wanna see."

She pushed herself into a sitting position. It was awkward because of his finger buried inside of her.

Charlotte glanced around the perimeter of the field. There was nobody.

"What if somebody comes?" she asked.

"Nobody will come. Take it off." Simon repeated

A further brief glance and Charlotte reached down, grabbed the hem of her t shirt and tugged it up and over her head. 

As her nipples came into view Simon allowed another broad grin and thought back to their first meeting only 10 days ago.

Despite the relatively small neighbourhood and the fact that both families had lived in the area for a few years they had never met before. Simon had been with friends, 2 brothers, one older and one younger and Charlotte had been accompanied by her two younger sisters.

They met in the adjacent field where a poor crop had been harvested into small straw bales for sale to the local horsey folk. Tony, at 13 the older of the two brothers, knew Charlotte from school. After a brief chat a playful fight ensued with the girls being laid siege to. They had formed a small square with a few bales and Tony and his brother Alan made a number of mock charges, throwing clumps of straw at the three girls who sheltered within.

Simon had watched for a few minutes and then without reason had chosen to take a role as defender of the girls. At first this was just part of the game but soon Tony made it rather more personal. The fight became harder and more physical.

At 12 Simon was smack in the middle of the brothers age wise. They had never fought before, other than a little play wrestling and Tony obviously expected an easy victory in front of Charlotte. It was not to be. 20 minutes later and Tony and Alan left the field. Alan had simply stepped in a small pot hole and twisted his ankle but Tony had blood dripping from a split lip which was getting fatter by the second.

Simon had turned to the girls who jumped up around him and treated him like a real hero.

Charlotte was the oldest at 11. She was a little shorter than Simon with long straight blond hair, piercing blue eyes and a smile that could melt ice.

Vicky, at 10 was the obligatory gawky one. You couldn't have had a more different sister. She was as tall as her older sister but had dark hair cropped short, wore heavy braces and slightly bent glasses. 

Lucy was the youngest at 8. A smaller copy of Charlotte but quiet and shy.

Until that day Simon had had almost no experience of girls. He hadn't talked to them, played with them, laughed at them and he certainly hadn't spent time thinking about them. Now he was surrounded by three of them telling him how brave he was, how strong he was and he was a little embarrassed. Apart from anything else he had just fallen out with his best friend. That happened from time to time of course, but they had never fought over girls before!

As the afternoon turned to evening Charlotte suggested that the two younger sisters go home to make sure that they weren't late. Simon was surprised when they did as they were told. Once the sisters had disappeared from sight he had turned to Charlotte to say his own goodbyes and she had pouted.

"Can't I even give you a kiss for protecting me?" she whimpered

Simon was dumstruck and Charlotte took advantage of his hesitation by moving in and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Do you have to go right now?" she asked

Simon looked at his watch.

"Well I could stay a bit longer I s'pose"

Charlotte had used that smile then, taken his hand and encouraged her to sit down with her amongst the remnants of the bale fort.

"You can kiss me properly if you wanna" she stated.

Simon had never kissed a girl, properly or otherwise and he was tentative and gentle as he brushed his lips against hers. The second time he was firmer and the third time she opened her lips, encouraged him to do the same with her tongue and the feelings rushed over him.

Suddenly hormones were released that probably should have stayed locked away for another year or two. One hand held he head so that the kiss lasted longer and the other instinctively sought out her breast. Something in his brain told him that she hadn't objected and therefore must like it and his hand scurried down, found the hem of her shirt and burrowed up to feel her directly. She had no breasts to speak of but her nipple became hard under his touch and she squirmed a bit against him. Instinct was in charge now. His other hand dropped to her knee, followed her leg up and under her skirt and reached her panties. She broke away.

"I've only just met you. You shouldn't do that." She stated. 

Simon stopped his attack under her skirt and, instead, used both hands on her firm young nipples. She didn't object to that.

Much kissing and fondling of nipples later the two young people noticed the shadows lengthening and Simon eventually let her go.

He didn't leave with her. Making some excuse to find something he had left behind he waited until she was gone before investigating the sticky mess that had suddenly appeared in his own briefs. It took a while to realise that he hadn't wet himself. That, in fact, he had come. Spurted jism just like the older boys boasted about.

The following day Simon had ventured down to the field again, just on the off chance that she might be about. Sure enough the three girls were all there. As soon as he approached they huddled together briefly and then Vicky and Lucy make some excuse and left.

Within moments he was back in the same position as the evening before. Two hands fiddling with the unseen nipples and tongues fighting for control of oral space.

After a short while Charlotte broke away again.

"What I said last night.....you know....about not knowing you very well....it was kinda silly of me."

The light dawned slowly in his mind but then burned very bright. 

"You sure?" he asked dreading the response.

Charlotte just nodded.

It took scant seconds for one hand to move from nipple to panties. A few seconds more and he had wormed his way under the waistband of the panties and a few minutes later they were around her ankles and Simon was closely inspecting his first vagina.

Now, only 10 days later, Charlotte lay back on her elbows almost naked before him. She wore her skirt, scrunched up above her waist, white ankle socks and trainers. He had control. Almost every day since that first meeting he had taken matters a little further. At no time had she done more than hesitate as he pushed the boundaries. This was going to be a great summer.

Charlotte ensured accessibility by wearing a skirt almost every day and on those days that she didn't it was usually because, for whatever reason, she was responsible for Vicky & Lucy and couldn't send them home. On those days the four would play and chat, although Charlotte and Simon usually managed to sneak a little privacy for a few minutes now and then. During those times he would explore her body with his fingers under her clothes and listen to the chatter and giggle of the younger girls in the near distance.

On one evening, as they walked back across the fields towards home the two younger girls fell behind. Occasionally Simon or Charlotte would glance back to check that they were following on but generally the two young people walked hand in hand and talked about what they might do the next time they were alone. 

It was quite a shock to Simon when he looked behind him to check on the sisters just in time to see a topless Nicky doing cartwheels in the distance. There were squeals from both of the younger girls when they realised that he had seen and Nicky promptly disappeared from sight to rearrange her clothing.

Charlotte just giggled.

"They both have a crush on you" she whispered to the startled boy, "but they can't have `cos you're mine."

Simon blushed and Charlotte giggled at him.

Everything stopped when The Wolfe family went on holiday for the last three weeks of the holidays.

Simon patched things up with Tony & Alan and all returned to times before Charlotte had burst onto the scene.

During the next several weeks homework and darker evenings took their toll. Simon occasionally met up with Tony, who at least went to the same school as Charlotte, but news was thin on the ground. It was one frosty Sunday in October when the pair bumped into each other again.

Charlotte was walking a huge German Shepherd who seemed to take an instant dislike to a young boy bounding towards them. She held on to the lead with both hands and the dog eventually stopped snarling and showing teeth. Simon gingerly held out a hand and allowed himself to be sniffed and, ever so slowly, accepted. As they walked with the beast between them Charlotte explained that her father was a local policeman, Rebel was a potential police dog who had failed training and thus the two had been brought together. As it turned out, Rebel and Simon were to become best buddies but the dog was very protective around the family and few others ever got too close.

After that haphazard meetings "occurred" during walk times. Sometimes plans went awry when Mr Wolfe decided to go with Charlotte but generally the kids saw each other once or twice during the week and each Saturday and Sunday. The dropping temperature and the need to keep a tight rein over the hound meant little opportunity for the girl to divest her clothes and even kisses became interesting with the dog getting very excited and noisy when that happened.

In the week after Christmas, a few days before school started again they met one evening. Rebel was being particularly difficult and the conversation was both hurried and disjointed. The central theme was that both the Wolfe parents would be working the next day and that Simon could come round to the house if he wanted.

A second invitation was not needed and a little after 9.30 the following day he pitched up at the house, rang the doorbell and waited.

He heard footsteps bounding down the hall and the door was flung open by Lucy.

"Come in - quick." She urged, shutting the door behind the boy as quickly as possible.

"Don't want anybody to see you coming in" she explained.

Lucy was wearing a vibrant orange towelling thing. It appeared to be a one piece item comprising shorts and a short sleeved top with a zip running from neck to navel. 

She noticed him looking.

"We use them for pyjamas" she said shyly "we all have them."

"we all have them" was the phrase that bounced around the inside of his head. What he wouldn't give to see Charlotte wearing something like that.

It was almost as if Lucy could read his thoughts. Cocking her head on one side she beckoned him to follow.

"C'mon Simon. Hope you don't mind but you're earlier than we expected and we're all still in our jim jams."

She smirked as the boy looked ahead expectantly.

It was Rebel who was next to greet him, bounding down the hallway, failing to stop properly on the wooden floor and sliding headlong into Simon. The two friends greeted each other and then the boy hurried after Lucy who was leading the way.

They went into the kitchen where Nicky and Charlotte were still sat at the table eating toast.

Charlotte waved him to a seat but Lucy stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"Simon wants to see us all in out jim jams I think." She giggled.

Simon blushed, Vicky roared and Charlotte smiled that smile.

Moments later four bodies were on parade before the boy.

Rebel sat proudly next to Lucy who stood to attention next to an equally upright Vicky. On the end was Charlotte, resplendent in a tight orange towelling pyjama set. The material stretched over her widening hips and chest and the groove between her thighs told its own tale.

Simon gulped and all three girls giggled together.

Toast and tea followed before Charlotte announced that they had better be getting dressed. Lucy and Vicky bounded out of the room and thundered up the stairs.

"C'mon" whispered Charlotte "I'll show you my room."

Taking his hand she followed in the footsteps of her sisters as far as the landing and then pointed out the door to her sisters' room before leading him to the door at the far end of the landing which was hers.

Shutting the door behind them she positioned him leaning back against it. There was no lock and only Simon would prevent the door bursting open if the sisters came to play.

Standing in the centre of the room Charlotte turned to face him. She reached up and slowly dragged the zipper down. She watched him swallow as the material gaped and pale flesh was exposed. Once fully unzipped the girl shrugged the garment from her shoulders letting it hang around her waist as she posed to allow the boy to take in the breasts that were forming quite rapidly and that he hadn't seen for weeks. Then she slipped her hands into the side of the material and shoved the whole package down. The orange towelling resisted at first but then started to slip and gained speed as gravity took hold. As the material gathered around  her ankles she stepped out of it and posed once again so that Simon could see her naked. 

She stepped forward and he moved to meet her. She pushed him back against the door. 

"You can't move" she giggled "If you move the brats can get in."

Simon leaned back against the woodwork as she pressed her naked body against him, rubbing gently up and down his torso. He didn't move when, for the first time ever, her hands sought out the buttons on his jeans and deftly undid them one by one. He still didn't move when she shoved the material down, taking his own briefs with it. He did jump a bit when her hand wrapped itself around his erection, but her smile calmed him and he allowed her to explore.

He watched her intently as she stepped back, not letting go of his cock but wanting to see it with her own eyes. He watched her smile and waited as her eyes travelled back up to meet his.

"Can I try something I've seen my mother do?" she hissed

"Sure, whatever" he replied

He was confused when her head lowered as she knelt. He followed it with his own eyes, not daring to take his weight from the door. He watched spellbound as she slid her hand up and down his erection a few times and gasped when her mouth opened and she took his cock in passed her lips.

"Oh jeez" was all he time to say. There was no other warning before his shot a sticky load of his come into her mouth.

She threw herself back and a second spasm sent a further globule into her face with a third quickly following to land in her long blonde hair.

"Ssssorry" he whispered

The startled look slowly disappeared from her face. Her smile returned.

"That was cool. Don't be sorry, just gotta fathom how to get to the bathroom without the brats seeing me in this mess."

He looked at her and saw what she meant. His jism was spread over her face and mouth. It hung from her hair and glistened on her bare chest.

"I'll entertain them" he said tugging his underwear and jeans back into place.

"Not quite that way I hope" she said laughing.

Fully dressed Simon slipped out o the room and down the landing to the door previously identified as belonging to the sisters.

Given the time lapse he didn't even consider that they might still be changing but rapped on the door out of politeness as he turned the handle and entered.

Shrieks and squeals met his ears are two more semi naked girls dashed for cover. Lucy was in panties and quickly covered her torso with a t shirt whilst Vicky was still wearing the bottom half of the pyjama suit, the balance trailing behind her, and Simon had time to study her nipples before she recovered the top half of the garment and made herself decent.

"Sorry girls" said Simon "didn't realise how slow you are at getting dressed!"

He backed out with shouts and howls of laughter from the younger sisters.

He was back and waiting in her room when Charlotte came out of the bathroom freshly showered and with a large bath towel wrapped around her. He thought about simply taking the towel off of her and playing with her there and then but a small voice came from further down the landing suggesting that they were no longer free to be alone.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent playing board games and teasing the younger kids and then it was time to go before mum or dad got home.

It would be Easter before Simon saw Charlotte naked again. But he didn't know it at the time.

End of Part One.
