MOVING WEST 3,
GETTING ACQUAINTED
Tommy meets a few girls but only manages to join another boy in the shower. Bb mast
About three weeks had passed and I met some of the kids at church that were my age. They were all nice and introduced me to themselves and others. There was an interesting mix of personalities, shapes and sizes as one might expect from a Jr. High age group. Several kids were just going in to seventh grade and they all seemed really young to me, especially the boys. There was one lanky kid my age named Larry that I was comfortable with right away. He tried to warn me just before I was accosted by an eighth grade girl named Cheryl.
She had bright red, curly hair, and freckles. She wore horn rimmed glasses and giggled when she and a couple of other girls introduced themselves. And then each time she spoke, she giggled again and seemed to be making a continuous effort to be noticed. It would have been hard not to notice her since her almost too snug dress displayed a perfect set of, what had to be, 36C tits. They would have fit nicely on any eighteen-year old but were almost too much for her size and age. But she was making sure that every male in the room noticed them. It would have more pleasant except for her incessant giggle.
I was made to feel welcome and was sure I would make friends with several of the group, but I found myself looking around the social hall or chapel until I could see Katie clearly a head taller than the gaggle of sixth graders around her. Invariably when I would look for her I would find her looking my way. We would exchange knowing looks but both tried to mask them from others.
Perhaps because our dads worked together and our parents got together right away, that I felt more comfortable around her than most of the other kids. She just seemed smarter, or more perceptive, maybe more mature than even the kids in my group, and almost out of place in her group. It wasn’t about physical maturity. Despite being tall her boyish appearance couldn’t compare with blooming bodies like Cheryl’s. It was just something about her.
For the next couple of weeks we seemed to seek out and find little excuses to get together without being obvious. She came by on her bike and invited me to join her on a tour of the neighborhood. The route was to take us by our respective schools, show me the closest park, and finally by her friend Gina’s house. My Mother thought it was a splendid idea and made sure I had some money to buy us sodas if we wanted to.
We pedaled around the elementary school then a few blocks away to the Jr. High and back into the park that was situated between them. She pointed out landmarks, classes and so forth, and even added comments about an alley way that went into the wooded hillside behind the elementary school, “where kids sometimes went to do stuff”. As if fearing she might have given something away she added, “You know, like smoke and make out and stuff”. I could guess about other “stuff”.
Back tracking from the school, Katie pointed out the route she and her friends took while walking home, pointing out her friend Brian’s house and studying it for a minute. “I think they’re out of town this week.”
Then we stopped at a brick bungalow a little larger than most in the neighborhood and Katie bounced up the steps and knocked on the door. She was greeted immediately by a dark haired girl almost as tall as she was. When she stepped outside I knew from Katie’s description that this was Gina.
Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail but I could tell it was long. She had dark eyes and her features were more rounded than Katie’s. So was her body. She wore cut off jeans and a tank top. The jeans fit snugly around ample hips and the tank did nothing to hide the budding little cones that pressed against it unencumbered by another garment.
I sensed that she was sizing me up as I was her when Katie broke the ice, “Tommy this is Gina, Gina this is Tommy.”
The girl marched right up where I still sat on my bike and offered to shake hands. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” she said, flashing me a knowing smile. She held on to my hand perhaps a little longer than necessary. I sensed more than saw a crusty look from Katie and Gina must have felt it, too. She pulled back and said, “Come on around in back. I’ll get us some cokes.”
The back yard was spacious and had some lawn furniture and a covered lawn swing. I grabbed a chair and Katie chose the swing. “I told you she was cute, didn’t I?” Katie observed, with a new tone to her voice I hadn’t heard before. Gina reappeared with 3 opened bottles of coke, dispensed them and joined Katie on the swing.
We chatted with Gina leading the conversation with a bevy of, “Katie says you are….” And it continued with about everything that Katie knew about me. When it started getting obvious that I had been the topic of much conversation between the two, Katie started changing the subject. She kept bringing up Brian and chided Gina about how she was carrying on without him. Then they teased each other for awhile in secret terms that only they understood.
A screen door slammed and we heard Gina’s name called. I turned to observe the approach of Gina’s sister. She was drop dead gorgeous, dark like Gina, with similar features, and a body that would stop traffic. She wore a pair of too small cut offs, Daisy Mae style, and a button up shirt tied in the front to accent an unfettered pair of breasts.
“I’m taking mom’s car on an errand,” she announced while I tried to control my breathing. “You’re just going to the market to see Randy,” Gina scoffed. “She’s breaking in a new boyfriend,” she added sarcastically, “If she hasn’t worn him out already.” The last comment skipped over my head and was ignored by her sister her turned and looked at me.
“Hi, Katie, is this your new boyfriend?” I could feel rather than see the heat in Katie’s face. “Just a friend,” she retorted. “We’re just friends.”
“He’s cute,” the dark beauty teased, as though missing the last comment. “You better watch or I’ll steal him away.” She wiggled a little for my benefit and slipped away to the car parked in the drive way.
“That’s my sister,” Gina announced to no one’s surprise. “She’s a senior and collects boys.”
I could see that Katie was still a little flushed at the exchange, so after a little small talk, announced that I needed to be getting home. When I observed to Gina that we would probably see each other again, she quietly said, “If Katie has her way you will.”
What I found totally surprising over the next few weeks was the attitude of our parents. It didn’t seem to be any surprise to them that we enjoyed each other’s company. They seemed to present opportunities for us, especially Katie’s mom, Arlene. She announced to anyone that Katie had adopted a big brother, and included me when they did things. I suspected that Katie’s dad didn’t always approve but then, like my dad, he wasn’t always around and her mom seemed to be in charge where Katie was concerned.
What I don’t think either of the parents recognized was the electricity building between Katie and me. I think they viewed the relationship as a cute one and albeit, convenient since it helped occupy us when they were socializing. I don’t think either Katie or I were considering a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. We just seemed to connect. We were both loners, for the most part, but seemed to relate to each other.
When we were in groups we kept our distance. Likewise, when with our families we were keeping it cool. But when the opportunity presented itself we acknowledged our mutual attraction. I assumed, in Katie, it was little girl curiosity. Yet she seemed more knowledgeable about boys than other girls her age. In my case, any hint of contact or exposure to feminine flesh could send my hormones raging. But with Katie it was different. She seemed to know what I was thinking and didn’t mind. In fact, I felt sometimes she was thinking the same things.
So when we were out sight of others we would touch casually or brush against each other. Several times in her room or mine while at each other’s houses for dinner or while our parents played cards, she would drape a bare leg across mine or lean against me. When her leg was against me I would sometimes let my hand brush lightly over her calf. When a subject came up that hinted of girls, boys or sex, she didn’t have a problem talking about it. The more we were together the more comfortable we were with each other.
Once, while she crawled around during a board game Katie’s shirt was loose exposing her chest. When she caught me looking she just cocked her head to one side and said, “You can look down my shirt if you want. There’s nothing to see.”
Her comment surprised me and before I could comment she sat up on her knees and pulled her shirt tail up to her neck. “See I look just like a boy.”
I couldn’t deny it. The swelling in her chest was from well defined pectoral muscles. There was only the slightest bit of swelling around her dime-sized nipples. She dropped her shirt tail and hesitated studying me a few seconds.
“My mom says I’m probably a late bloomer like she was. My boobs might not start growing for another year or so,” she lamented, and made some other quiet comments about other girls starting to look sexy.
While trying to recover from the surprise of her boldness, I reassured her that they would grow and added that it wasn’t only boobs that made a girl sexy.
“So what else is it?” she asked slyly.
“Well boys like a cute face.” She smirked a little.
“And what else?”
“Well, nice long legs,” I eyed hers as she stretched them out from under her.
“And what else?” She was leading me. But about then we were interrupted by parents.
Once, while we were watching TV either my wandering thoughts or a sexy scene on the screen, I found myself with a hard on. In its normal position, turning down, I could usually conceal it in my pants. On this occasion, however, the way I’d been sitting allowed it to push up and became very uncomfortable. Trying to be cool, I stealthily rearranged it, and looked up to see Katie looking right at me and smirking.
“Got a problem?” she queried, looking amused.
Having already been discovered I simply stood up, fixed the problem and sat back down. “Not any more,”
Just before the Fourth of July, Katie rode over on her bike and asked if I would like to go to the park. There were some community activities going on. I accepted, got an OK from my mom along with an “isn’t that cute” look, and we pedaled off.
It was sort of a neighborhood carnival with booths and games for little kids, refreshment stands and raffles. At one point a little parade of tricycles and wagons began featuring toddlers and small fry. Katie wanted to watch so we joined the crowd next to the temporary fence. I let Katie get in front of me and I crowded up behind her. As more people joined I was sort of pushed forward against her back. I put my arms on either side of her and took hold of the fence to steady us.
I was taller than her but her long legs brought the firm flesh of her butt almost even with my crotch and against my dick. As if sparked by her touch I got instantly hard. She had recognized the condition before and did so again, pressing back into me. Disguised by the focus of the crowd we pressed together until I could even feel the crack of her ass. Eventually fearing that we would be noticed or that I would come in my pants, we separated and pulled out of the crowd.
She gave me one of those knowing little grins and we circulated for while, bought some ice cream bars, then we wandered back to our bikes. I was glad my shirt tail was out to disguise the bulge that continued in my cut offs.
An annual church picnic accompanied by an all youth swimming party at the municipal park and pool followed in July. I donned my usual swim trunks in the locker room along side Larry my lanky friend from the church group. Baggy swim trunks or board shorts didn’t exist yet, thankfully. But Speedos or bikinis were not common especially among church groups. Most guys wore trunks that resembled boxer briefs with a small amount of leg and fairly snug. Girls generally wore modest one piece suits. The most exciting attire at the pool belonged to the high school and college age life guards who were obviously involved in the competitive side of the sport and whose well displayed bulges and curves inspired awe in the younger swimmers.
Larry and I and most of the boys were in the pool before any of the girls appeared. Katie appeared a few minutes later in a group of the giggly grade school girls. Again I thought how out of place she looked among them. Some of the younger girls were actually sporting little bumps on their chests but still appeared immature. Katie’s pale blue suit was fitted fairly high on her muscular chest and then tapered nicely around her waist and hips before giving way to her long nicely tanned legs. My attention was also drawn to the well pronounced mound at the apex of her legs.
The boys around my age were trying to pretend they weren’t looking at the younger girls, but all pretending was off when the older girls appeared. Candy, the blonde high school cheerleader made a grand appearance and immediately attracted a crowd of boys in her group. Her red two piece suit was causing a minor stir. Then the giggly red head, Cheryl emerged in a cream colored one piece suit that struggled to contain her ample breasts. And she making sure that everyone noticed. She managed to face up to almost every boy in the pool displaying her wares.
At first the age groups stayed together then eventually mixed. Some games developed and Larry called from the shallower end of the pool where he stood with a slim brown haired seventh grader on his shoulders challenging all to a contest. Several pairs emerged and Katie appeared at my side. After struggling a little for balance, we stood in contest with the others. We prevailed for the most part but were dumped a few times in a series of jousts.
A couple of the pairs changed around but we stayed together. The feel of Katie’s crotch pressed against my neck was exciting me more than a little. Her legs went over my shoulders and her feet went around my back holding on. When she would squeeze her legs together I could feel her pubic bone press against me. The guise of the water game gave me ample opportunity to run my hand over her thighs moving up and down on the inside as far as I dared without being noticed. Katie seemed unconcerned at my touch and was apparently enjoying it.
The time came to get out and join the adults for food. Larry and I hesitated for a few minutes obviously not wanting to display arousal. Katie and the brown haired seventh grader, whose name was Joyce, got out ahead of us and sort of held back pulling towels from a deck chair and rubbing their hair. The wet clingy bathing suits did nothing for my condition and I sensed Larry had the same problem.
Joyce’s yellow suit clung to clearly outlined, half lemons of breasts with little pointed nipples. Before she rubbed the towel down her body and covered up, a little crevice was visible between her legs. Katie was looking back toward me, toweling her hair. She was either unaware or didn’t care that her wet suit was sticking to her crotch and providing a muted look at the shape between her legs.
The pool was clearing out, we couldn’t wait much longer. So both Larry and I slipped out of the pool moving quickly for the towels. Katie spied us coming, said something quietly to Joyce, who turned and looked at us.
“Do you boys have a problem?” Katie teased. Before we could reach the towels our problems were obvious, at least to the two of them. Joyce looked squarely between Larry’s legs, turned a bright shade of red and turned away. Katie grinned at me then the two of them headed for the locker room, chuckling, as Katie added, “I think they were looking at Cheryl’s tits.”
When Larry and I got to the lockers, most of our group had left already.
“That was embarrassing,” he commented with an obvious tent still in his trunks. “I couldn’t help it. Joyce and I kept rubbing against each other, and she let me feel her up under the water.” He tugged at the waist of his trunks and pulled them past a still stiff penis. “I guess I’m still embarrassed,” he added, trying to tug his unit down and into submission.
“No need to be,” I sympathized, “I have the same problem,” and skinned my trunks down exposing my half hard unit.
“That Katie’s cute, too, isn’t she?” Larry had observed my more than average attention to a sixth grader.
Half covering our units we slipped into the showers finding ourselves alone in one of the partially walled shower areas. “I might have to take care of this,” Larry admitted, loosely fondling his still rigid dick. “Do you mind?”
“Of course not,” I responded, and pulled on my own tool. We had been acquainted for several weeks, but had not spent much time together. Nor had we ever engaged in or even discussed things sexual. But our immediate needs overcame inhibitions and we quickly and vigorously pumped our units.
Glancing occasionally through the opening to avoid interruption we viewed each other’s attempts at relief. His dick was smaller than mine and stood up at an angle with a sparse ring of hairs around the base. Mine stood out and curved down slightly and my thin pubes were in a small patch above my dick.
“This won’t take long,” Larry announced, and it didn’t. He groaned and pushed his hips into his hand and launched a few small spurts onto the shower floor. Inspired by the thought that Katie’s pussy had been against me covered only by thin cloth, I fired an ample salvo of my cream toward the floor drain.
An even more serious threat to my hormone overload, happened a week or two later. Katie appeared on her bike one morning suggesting a trip to the park. I agreed and followed her on trails I hadn’t been on. We stopped at one grassy picnic area to cool off, when she got frisky and started pulling up grass and tossing it at me. I warned her off then tossed some back. She retaliated by lunging at me and stuffing some grass down my shirt. A brief wrestling match erupted with each of us attempting to stuff grass first in the other’s shirts and then in our pants.
Neither was very successful but ended with me subduing my attacker by pinning her on her back while holding both wrists above her head. It also left my body lying directly on top of her. In seconds my dick was hard and was pressing directly on her pubic mound. Katie was athletic enough and strong enough that she could probably have displaced me if she had wanted to. But she didn’t.
Instead her legs parted and she pressed back against me grinding her crotch into mine. Instinctively we moved against each other in an awkward dry hump. Our eyes were locked together and we were not even being subtle about what we were doing. “This could get interesting,” she breathed. I nodded in agreement. “Especially if we had our clothes off,” she added.
The power of her suggestion just about made me cream my pants when we heard some voices from the trail. We jumped up, rearranged ourselves, tried to appear innocent to the family unit that obviously wanted to use the picnic area, and rode back to the main part of the park.
We stopped at the street corner that separated the direction to our houses. Neither of us new exactly what to say, so I just said, “That was fun. Thanks for the idea.”
She nodded leaning forward on her bicycle seat. “Maybe next time there won’t be as many people around,” she observed. “And it could be even more fun.” My hormones surged at the suggestion and she had a little sparkle in her eye when we parted and I pedaled home as quickly as I could, finding solace in the shower and launching a huge salvo of semen.
As much as we tried to stay nonchalant when other people, and particularly our parents, were around, it was becoming more obvious that we liked spending time together. Katie, no doubt compared notes on boys with her friend Gina. Although I didn’t say much to Larry, he had noticed my interest and frequently volunteered his pursuit of Joyce, the cute seventh grader. Our moms had also noticed our mutual interest, but I think they viewed it differently.
Somehow the subject came up while my mom was puttering around the kitchen. “You know, Arlene says she appreciates your being nice to Katie. Apparently she doesn’t have a lot of friends her age and, of course, no brothers or sisters. So it’s nice you two get along. We like doing things with Fred and Arlene so it works out nicely.”
And then there was a note of caution in her voice. “But, you know, girls that age can sometimes get little crushes on older boys, and…” I interrupted her. “Mom, it’s not like that with her. We’re just friends.” I wanted to go on to but she interjected.
“And that’s nice, dear, but if she did start feeling that way she could easily get her feelings hurt. So I’m just saying that if something like that starts, just go along and be nice, because young girls get over those things and change really quick.” Before I could even agree to being sensitive, she added, “And I know you’ll want to date and do things with girls your own age, and she’s too young for that anyway. But you can do things with her that she likes and just not put her off.”
She had no idea what kind of things that Katie had hinted that she wanted to do. But I was pretty sure now that I wouldn’t have to be as careful about showing her attention. Katie’s mom had obviously seen or sensed our attraction but viewed her daughter’s interest a little differently. On a rare occasion that Arlene and I were out of earshot of Katie and others, she had this to say. “Tommy! Thanks for being so nice to Katie. She really likes you and enjoys your company.” I responded that no thanks were needed, that I liked Katie, too and liked being around her.
She went on to comment that she hoped it wasn’t too degrading to hang around with a younger kid, and then added, “But I guess you’ve figured out she’s not like most kids her age.” I nodded in agreement. “To begin with she’s pretty smart and definitely precocious.” I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but just related it to Katie. “And I have to warn you,” Arlene continued, “that when she gets curious about something she really goes after it. She was that way about tennis and skiing and is about school subjects, too.”
I wasn’t exactly sure where this was going, and Arlene paused like she thinking about what to say next. “Well sometimes girls her age get really curious, about boys, I mean, even before they start to mature. And it’s natural for some girls to kind of play around and experiment just like boys do. If Katie decided to, she would. But she doesn’t have any brothers or cousins to fool around with in the barn like her mother did. So don’t be surprised if she puts the moves on you.”
With that she laughed in her usual hearty way, and the conversation ended with other people around leaving me slightly in shock and with a bunch of unanswered questions. Was she saying she knew that her daughter was getting interested in sex? Was she giving me permission to fool around with her? Had she really admitted to messing around with brothers and cousins, and how far did they go? By experimenting, did she mean “show me and I’ll show you” like little kids or something more? The rest of the summer might be interesting.
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