First Girl in the Fort (story #1)

The little one-room “fort” was a hiding place for several of the neighbor kids. It was made from old timbers and had a real shingled roof, probably used by a farmer before woods grew up around it years ago. We threw in old pieces of carpet to cover half of its concrete. Underneath the carpet, we put the magazines that young boys found interesting. You could usually put your hands on a Rolling Stone, Teen Beat, or Playboy. One guy stole a more explicit magazine from his dad’s collection that showed everything.

Open-air windows were cut into two walls and there wasn’t a door other than the curtains someone brought from their house. We changed out pillows that sat on the carpet and, for teenage boys, kept the place pretty clean. To this day, if I run into one of those childhood friends, the old fort often forms the backdrop in one of our stories. We did a lot of living there.

Sometimes a bottle slipped from one of our homes could be found in the back corner. We felt like kings of the woods sitting in our secluded cabin, sipping whiskey and perusing magazines with glossy photos of perfectly formed females. Mere dreams with no possibility of fulfillment, or so we thought.

Now forty-one years old and happily married, I have a couple of favorite stories never shared with friends.

It was the summer of 1993 when Alice moved into our neighborhood. She would be two years ahead of me when school started, but didn’t seem to mind our age difference. We rode bikes together and I introduced her around the neighborhood. The other guys liked her right off. She had a bubbly personality and was pretty, too.

Her mother was sweet, and regularly invited all the guys in for lemonade and snacks. She said she liked having kids around since she’d been a school secretary in the town they moved from. We never saw dad since he worked long hours, but we heard he was a nice guy.

The summer flowed along with Alice and I becoming a couple of sorts. The sort that had held hands but never kissed. By late June, we’d become close friends and talked a lot while riding. Sometimes, we’d then talk more on the phone in the evenings.

On July 1, I asked Alice if she’d like to see our fort. We’d told her all about it but she hadn’t seen it. We never made a “no girls” rule but she would be the first girl ever invited. She said yes, so without permission from my buddies, we headed out there early one morning, stashing our bikes in the woods to walk the final few hundred yards.

She said, “I love it. It’s like having our own little house.”

“I guess, but there’s not much to it.”

“Oh yes,” she said. It has everything we need.”

I looked puzzled and then she hugged me and said, “See, it has everything we need.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “Yes, that was nice.”

As I spoke, she gave me a peck on the lips. It was amazing, like nothing I’d felt. Made my chest vibrate and I started feeling heat inside.

I stuttered, “Was…was that OK? I didn’t mean to…”

She hugged me again before I finished my sentence and held her lips to mine. Then I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips and then our mouths opened so our tongues touched. We stayed like that for several seconds as the world in my little fort began to spin.

“Have you ever touched a girl’s breast?” Alice asked when our lips parted.

“No….well, just my mom’s…that’s not right. I mean when she fed me, but I don’t remember.”

Alice was bent over in laughter and I wondered if she thought I was stupid. But, then as she raised back up, her button up plaid shirt came quickly up to reveal two pretty mounds.

“Here, touch me,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve been touched here before and I liked it. It was on a school bus after a cheer competition. Son of the cheer coach.  My parents didn’t like him and were glad to get me away from there. Mom likes you.”

She smiled and moved toward me. I put my palms on her and felt dizzy. I thought they were as smooth and pretty as those in the magazines.

We sat on pillows in the floor and kept exploring. My fingers were all over her breasts and back as we kissed. She put her hand on my leg and then it slipped down to my crotch where she started rubbing through my jeans. I thought I was going to explodes.

“Can I see it?” she whispered, still looking down at the bulge next to her hand.  

Without thinking, I unzipped and slid down my jeans. I looked down and saw her bending over close to my firm erection. She looked for a few seconds before wrapping her fingers around me and rubbing.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said. I laughed and said, “I have but I like your hand better.”

A beam of morning sun shot through a window like a stage spotlight and fell across her hand.  I stared at her perfectly formed slender fingers. Thirty years later I can still see her hand caressing me like it was yesterday. A deep sense of delight shivered across the back of my head and down my spine leading to the inevitable. What to do? It wasn’t going to stop!

I moaned and leaned back to let her know but she kept pumping as she looked up at my face. Then I felt the magic flowing through me and out. She kept looking at my face as I felt the swirl of light tingling all around my body. I looked down at my cock bathed in sunlight as the fluids spurted up into the air then flowed over her fingers.

She gave a little scream and then giggled. “That was amazing! It’s so warm!” her wet hand kept rubbing gently.  

I hoped Alice and I would be learning more about each other, but we were exhausted from that morning's lesson. As we rode our bikes back to her house, I followed behind, watching her peddle, and hoped I'd get to explore more of her.

When we got to Alice's house, we went to the back yard and used the water hose to wash up before going in for lemonade. Alice's mom made the best lemonade! As I sipped my glass, Alice's mom caught my eye and I blushed, wondering if she suspected something.

I licked my lips and said, "This is the best lemonade!"

"Why, thank you. I'm glad you like it. I know you're both probably tuckered out from riding those bikes. Then, Alice caught my eye and gave me a mischievous smile.

I said, "We had fun this morning. I showed Alice our fort. She's the first girl who's ever seen it." Alice's eye narrowed on me.

"Well, that's special," said her mom. "Is there anything you need for your fort?"

Alice said, "No mom. It has everything anyone could need," and she smiled at me.