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The first time we met

The first time we met
 
 
She was THE prettiest girl I knew, but she was undoubtedly one of them. And to my way of thinking, Cherry was the ultimate Girl Next Door – and I’m sure you would have agreed if you happened to be, as I was at the time, an athletic, fun-loving, mischievous eighteen-year-old boy. She was a year younger than me; we had lived house-by-house since I was fourteen when my family moved to that quiet suburban neighborhood of older homes, wide tree-lined streets, deep lawns, and a large public park with its woods that in spring and summer provided a private retreat.
 
Cherry and I had been friends and playmates since word one; we were the only children of two working-parent families and the only kids our age for several blocks. Her long brown hair, flashing brown eyes, ready grin, and playful attitude, not to mention practically inexhaustible energy and daring that matched mine, made her as good as "one of the guys" in all kinds of adventures. At about 5'6", she was maybe a hundred fifteen pounds soaking wet; there wasn't an ounce of additional flesh on her petite but muscular frame -- except, as we grew, I noticed! Those two slowly emerging mounds on her chest. They weren't much more than the size of halved oranges at the time this story occurred -- an event that changed everything between Cherry and me.
 
It was a lazy June day, and she and I had spent the morning on our bicycles, racing through the trails in the Woods. We returned to her house and scrounged some lunch – baloney sandwiches and chips we munched on in front of the TV. "I'm hot!" she complained. "Wanna swim?" I haven’t mentioned that the previous year, Cherry's dad had put in a charming 4-foot above-ground pool with a deck extending off their back porch, tremendously increasing his value to me. "Sure, I'll be right back!" I responded, and running next door, stripped and pulled on my trunks. By the time I got back, she was already in the pool in a skimpy little bikini, and we began splashing and laughing, playing tag and wrestling around as we always did.
 
She was something to see! When she climbed out on the deck to dive back in, I couldn't help staring at her chiseled abs and lean, muscular legs -- and, of course, those two areas of her wonderfully female body no boy my age could help but ogle, barely hidden under the thin cloth of her swimsuit. Maybe the cool water was causing those little points in the centers of each side of her bikini top to jut out temptingly. Although I had no earthly idea of female physical geography at that time, I could make out a vertical depression in her bikini bottom between her legs that was fascinating to a degree I could neither understand nor explain. All I knew was that the water certainly wasn't cool enough to keep my fourteen-year-old manhood – such as it was -- from twitching to attention as I began to allow myself to wonder what might happen if...
 
"What's wrong with you? Getting waterlogged?" Cherry giggled. I had not even been aware of it, but I had been just standing in the pool staring at her for who knows how long. "Not me!" I retorted and lunged for her. In a flash, we were playing tag again. She was quick as an otter, and slipperier than a trout, and not above flailing those pretty little feet at me in escape, for I was the hunter in this game, and she the prey. She avoided my grasp for several minutes of wild splashing, but finally, she lost traction on the soft bottom of the pool. I grabbed her from below by her legs, pulling her down into the water and -- as luck would have it -- bringing my face into sudden contact with the very center of that mysterious crease in the fabric of her bikini bottom! She struggled - she squirmed -- but I had won and hung on by main force for another second or so, as was my right.  
 
Then I let her go amidst the cries of "You cheated!" and "No fair!" that usually followed. But I could tell she was intrigued. There was a redder-than-usual flush on her face, and as she panted from the exertion, I felt she was looking at me differently. "Well, I won!" I exclaimed, "So what's my prize?" "Mumm -- a backrub?" she suggested. "Great!" was my response -- I'd had Kelli's backrubs before, and they were downright heavenly. Her hands, although small, were firm, and she wasn't afraid to "dig in" and do some good. Laying a beach towel down the yard behind the pool, I stretched out on it and began to relax under Kelli's experienced attention. After she had worked her way down from my shoulders to the small of my back, she said, "Now my turn!" and, pushing me off, took my place. "Not too hard!" she said as I knelt over her. She purred like a kitten as I began gently massaging that fantastic little body and believe me, I was enjoying it more than she was!
 
I had only just begun to get into this experience – I had never given Cherry a backrub before – when, as often occurs in the South, out of nowhere, a dark cloud appeared overhead with a bolt of lightning, a crash of thunder, and a sudden downpour of cold, hard rain! Cherry and I both scrambled for the shelter of the eaves behind the garage, and she nestled up with her back to me; I found my arms around her, holding her close to me, and the feel of her warm naked skin against my arms that were brushing up against the swellings in her bikini top once again brought my loins to attention – but this time her barely clad behind was pressed against it! As each flash of lightning made her squeal and squirm, she rubbed against my erection more and more, and I – too embarrassed to move and too amazed by the fantastic sensation to want to – began to wonder if she was doing it on purpose.
 
As the rain fell harder, my question was answered; slowly, she turned to face me, still wrapped in my arms. Our eyes met for a long moment, and without a word, her head tilted slightly to one side and mine to the other as she lifted herself on tip-toe and I leaned down; our lips met, and for a while, we stood there, unaware of the storm, slowly beginning to explore a new world of passionate affection. As if by simultaneous yet unspoken consent, our mouths opened slightly, and our tongues introduced themselves – at first with civility and curiosity, then with growing hunger.
 
This went on – how long? I don’t know – time had frozen for us. But the joy of our kisses began to overtake me, and I found my mouth straying from hers to kiss first her face, then her neck; she willingly and happily yielded to these forays and began to softly moan with the pleasure of my lips on her neck. It was then that the real surprise came. She turned back around, pulling her wet tresses to one side, and as I began to kiss the back of her neck, she guided my hands with hers to those tempting soft globes beneath her bikini top! Now her moans became soft sighs – I heard her involuntary “Ohhhhhhh!!” as I began to caress her breasts with both hands, while at the same time, she began once again to rub her bottom into my now-raging hardness.
 
Her breath became shorter, her sighs more frequent, and the pressure against my erection more constant, the circular motion against it more intense, and I found that my right hand was beginning to stray down from her breast to feel the tension of her hard, muscular abs. With each motion of her ass against my cock my hand made ever wider circles until it brushed against the fabric of her bikini bottoms, and then I felt her leg’s part ever so slightly, inviting me to explore further. The garment was loose enough after our pool play for my hand to slide under it quickly, and in a flash of lightning, I felt the downy-soft hair; as the ensuing thunder boomed, I found the inner source of the crease I had observed earlier.  
 
Now her moans and sighs had become a series of panting sounds – “Oh! Oh! Oh!” on and on until my middle finger came to something wet and warm within the folds of softness – a slight swelling – and her legs parted even more as she cried “Yes! Oh, yes – yes – YES!” and we began to move in rhythm – the circles of her ass against my cock, the circles of my left hand around her breasts and stiffened nipples, and the circle of my finger around her clitoris.  
 
Now she stiffened – her breath came in short catches – she arched her pelvis against my finger, and then suddenly, at once, her legs clamped together on my hand, her arms wrapped tightly around mine across her breast, and a loud, passionate “OH!” made its way out from deep inside her, and I felt wave after wave of some other-worldly ecstasy course through her, over and over and over, and with each wave, another “OH!” – part moan, part cry – forced itself from her throat. Eventually, after another timeless eternity, little by little, the waves diminished, and then I felt her knees buckle. I caught her in my arms as she fell, exhausted and gently. I lowered us both to the wet grass and held her gently as she panted back from wherever she had gone.
 
After a while, she began to move; I asked, “Are you OK?” She laughed a laugh I had never heard, a deep, relaxed, satisfied laugh, and then answered, “Oh, yeah, Danny. I’m great. That was awesome!” Then she turned and looked at me with something brand new in her eyes – a look of wonderful contentment and joy, and in another instant, there was a hint of mischief. “But what about you?” she asked coyly, and her eyes fell to the still-throbbing erection, causing an obvious tent in my trunks. She pushed my shoulders to the ground and, in a moment, pulled my swimsuit down. I heard her surprised “Oh!!” as my cock sprang to its full six inches, and before I knew it, her hand was on it. “Show me how,” she breathed, and I placed my hand around hers and began to stroke it up and down on my shaft. Soon, I could relax my grip, and did she ever take over from there? I lay with my face in the rain as she jacked me off – first gently and slowly till I moaned, “Faster!” She did as she was told; the result was inevitable.
 
Now, I had been masturbating for over a year, but nothing could have prepared me for the incredible rush of that first orgasm from Cherry’s hand.  
 
I felt my balls begin to tighten as a burning sensation at the tip of my cock began to work its way down through my entire pelvis, and it felt as though a volcano at the core of my very soul had started to rumble and shake throughout my whole body; my eyes squeezed shut as my breath turned to panting. As though from some distance, I heard myself begin to vocalize with each heavy exhale, just as Cherry had done minutes before, “Oh! Oh! OH! OH!” and then suddenly the volcano erupted with such force and such indescribable pleasure as I had never experienced in my young life. Rope after rope of white-hot semen burst from my purple member as Cherry continued to pump faster and faster – and with each ejaculation came, one after another, wave after wave of incredible, overwhelming ecstasy. As lightning crackled and thunder exploded over me, I cried out time after time, utterly lost in the most all-encompassing, earth-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced or even dreamed of. Finally, the eruption subsided, and as I felt my body begin to relax, Kelli fell beside me, pulling up my swimsuit as she stuffed my limp but satisfied cock back inside.
 
We lay there listening to each other breathe as the rain softened and the sounds of thunder moved farther and farther to the east, and in a few minutes, a ray of sun broke through the western sky. The storm was over. I rose first to my knees, then to my feet – and stretching out my hand, I took Cherry’s and pulled her up. Again, we kissed – a long, deep, passionate, loving kiss; pulling slightly away, I looked at her questioningly.  
 
“Have you – ever – before – umm…” my voice trailed off, unsure of the words, but Cherry understood. “No, never,” she said, her eyes never leaving mine. “Have you?” “No, never!” I replied emphatically. We stood peering at each other momentarily, and a grin came over her face. “But you want to – again, don’t you?” “Oh, man, are you kidding?” I gushed. “That was the best – the most – you were – oh, God, Kelli, I don’t even know what to say! Like you said, awesome!” She smiled sweetly, and I saw something so indescribably beautiful in that smile that I knew what had begun in a sudden summer storm would never end. “Good,” she replied, as though reading my thoughts. “We’ve got all summer left!”
 
We slowly made our way back to the pool. We spent the rest of the afternoon floating on the water, kissing and occasionally caressing each other until we heard her mom’s car coming up the driveway. I went home wondering what we might discover tomorrow.
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