Good Shot

Spotlight. It was child’s play that some of our parents passed along to us. We chose teams and picked flashlights, hoping for new batteries. The point of the game was to place a beam of light on others before they spotted you.

I went immediately to the corn stalks in a neighbor’s garden, certain I’d be the last one found, or at least would have a shot at spotlighting someone approaching before they saw me.

All was quiet except for the occasional truck. I saw a human silhouette stop at the end of my row. It was tall, and I thought probably one of the girls. Rather than nailing her with my light, I held my position flat against the row of stalks, hoping she’d approach. When I saw her towering over me I aimed and turned on the light for a direct glare into her face.

She let out a scream. It was Susan, one of my older sister's friend. One of my buddies not far away yell, “Good shot!”

Susan knelt down next to me, laughing and panting from the fright I’d given her. “What do we do now?” she asked.

“I guess you’re my prisoner, or you can wait at the house until we finish the round,” I said.

“I’ll be your prisoner. Waiting at the house sounds boring,” she said, now just an outline in the darkness.

Her hands fumbled against my shoulders, and she said, “Aren’t you going to take me prisoner?”

“Just be quiet and you can be my prisoner if you sit still,” I said annoyed that she was giving away my position.

“Boring,” she whispered.

"Just relax and be quiet," I said.

A silent minute passed with only the sound of our breathing. In the distance, we heard another scream as someone got spotted.

I felt her eyes on my in the darkness. Then I felt her fingers on the side of my face before her lips pressed into mine.

The kiss was brief. Her palm remained on the side of my face, frozen and silent.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying not to be bored. Your sister told me you didn't like girls. I guess she was right."

"I like girls just fine, but we're playing spotlight, that's all," I said thinking how I'd bop my older sister on the head when I saw her.

Susan’s lips met mine again, and her tongue slipped through her parted teeth. Our tongues touched.

My head was spinning. So this is what it feels like to kiss a girl.It was strange but nice.  I'd only had a playful peck or two. "You can't tell my sister about this.”

"No, I won't say a word," Susan said, now sounding sincere.

Susan was two years older than me and had a boyfriend another year older than her. I guessed she was more experienced than most girls her age. Her kiss puzzled, but pleased, me.

The silhouette whispered, “I’m your prisoner so I have to do what you want me to. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. That kiss was nice,” I said.

“Yes it was. I think you deserve a reward for spotlighting me. Why don’t you put a spot on these.”

“What?” I asked.

“Turn on your light,” she said.

I pointed my flashlight toward her silhouette and turned it on. There was her smiling face framed by long blonde hair. Her blouse was spread and bare breasts glowed in the light. She was beautiful! “Do you want to touch them?”

I turned off my light. ”Well?" she said.

I put the flashlight down and reached out with both hands. Their heat and firmness surprised me. She put her hands on mine and encouraged me to press.

“Can I see your cock?” she said out of the blue.

“I…I guess so.”

“Stand up then so I can get a good look,” she said, even though it was dark and she didn’t turn the light on me. Her fingers unsnapped my jeans and slid them down quickly.

I felt her fingers curling around me. The touch of her fingers felt magical and I stood in ecstasy as sweat from the humid night air beaded up on my face.

Then I felt warm wetness envelop me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. I could feel light suction of her tongue moving against me. I looked down at her but saw only her outline below me.

It wasn’t long before I felt things happening inside. Amazing feeling up and down my spine. Susan stroked me and I “fertilized” the corn stalks beside us.

Then she licked me lightly and whispered, “Good shot.”