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MOVING WEST IV
Summer Heat
Tommy’s getting desperate to touch a girl. Mild bg.
Always before, summers seem to drag after the first few weeks. But this one started accelerating in July. Perhaps it was the climate in the foothills of the mountains, the new home or what I found myself doing.
Katie spent a week at tennis camp and another at church camp. My mother had talked me into going with my group at church as well, and I left the day after Katie had returned. My new friend, Larry, and I had gone to a ball game at the minor league park and done a couple of things together. I had the chore of mowing our lawn and a vacationing neighbor’s as well, but still hadn’t met many kids my age aside from church. So I welcomed a little change.
It wasn’t until the second day of camp and boys began pairing off with girls that I realized that I missed being around Katie. There were two or three girls that made an effort to get my attention including red haired Cheryl with the big tits. But I politely rejected the advances and they quickly found other boys who were more receptive.
Instead I found myself the odd man out with Larry and Joyce who had become a number even before camp. During the afternoon free time, the three of us would wander some of the wooded trails. I would keep watch while Larry and Joyce would find a secluded little spot to make out. There wasn’t much that could happen at camp except kissing and maybe some groping with so many kids and counselors in a controlled space. I’m sure that most of the counselors knew a lot of making out was going on and ignored it, but no one wanted to be busted doing anything else.
One day, after Larry and Joyce had emerged from the woods looking a little flushed, we left her at the girl’s cabin and Larry and I hit the showers. He had obviously been aroused and was coy covering the same hard on that he displayed at the swimming pool. Finding ourselves alone, Larry commenced a description of events starting with, “I got to third base”. He then continued with an account of getting under Joyce’s top and feeling her naked breasts.
“Then while we were still kissing,” he went on, “I just slid my hand down her shorts and she didn’t stop me. So I slipped inside her panties and really felt it, even put my finger in a little. Then she started feeling my dick through my jeans and I almost creamed. Now I really need to jack off, how about you?”
It had been four days, we were alone and his story had raised my need. In a matter of minutes maybe even seconds we deposited and ample amount of pent up boy cream in the drain. While we were getting dressed Larry lamented that he might have been able to go “all the way” except for being chicken.
I began to feel a little left out. Most of the kids had paired off if only just to sit together or hold hands. A few eyed the counselors looking for a chance to slip out of sight. On Thursday night, at the campfire, I noticed that I wasn’t the only one that was sitting alone. There was a sort of plain looking girl with dark hair and glasses that I had seen coming and going. She always seemed to wear long pants and sweat shirts when other girls wore shorts and knit tops. I knew she was from another church and town and it seemed that the girls were nice to her but the boys from her group kept their distance. The circle of logs that surrounded the fire was largely occupied, so I asked if the space next to her was taken. She said it wasn’t so I sat down.
After a few awkward minutes of silence I introduced myself, and she responded saying her name was Ruth and that she was from a farm town about 50 miles east of ours. The campfire singing and skits commenced and I saw Ruth look at me a couple of times with sort of sad, dark eyes. I decided she was looking as lonely as I felt.
When it was time to break up and go to our cabins, I touched Ruth on the arm, “Tomorrows the big activity day. If you’re not with anyone would you like to go around with me?”
A look of total surprise came over her face. “No I’m not with anyone,” she stammered a little. “I’d like that, if you want to.”
“Great,” I responded. “They’re taking a bus in to town for swimming, tomorrow. Do you want to go?”
Her face darkened slightly. “No, I don’t swim,” she hesitated, “But you can go if you want,” disappointment was clearly in her voice.
“No, I don’t really care. We can hang out around here, then, maybe hike some of the trails?” I could sacrifice swimming to cheer this girl up.
The next day, Friday, was warm and sunny and a host of activities were available. Besides the bus that would take groups to swimming and arcades at the small resort down the road, there was archery and horse back riding in the area. Larry and Joyce had signed up for some lame nature walk when I knew they planned on doing one of their own. I had signed up for swimming but opted out with some excuse. When the various groups had left or scattered, only a dozen or so kids and one or two counselors were all that was left in camp.
I found Ruth by the mess hall. She looked surprised when I walked up. “You didn’t go swimming?” “Nope,” I replied, “I didn’t want to.” She smiled for the first time that I had seen.
I had arranged to meet Larry and Joyce, who had slipped out of the nature walk, and I was sure would want to get away from camp. They were surprised when I showed up with Ruth but were fine with it. After briefly getting acquainted, we set out on one of the trails that were familiar with.
We walked and talked for, maybe thirty minutes. I learned that Ruth’s mother had died of kidney failure shortly after her little brother was born. Her dad had remarried and they had another little boy. And her nemesis was that her father was the minister at her church.
Larry had put some chips and cokes and candy bars in a little pack and we found a familiar little clearing off the path a ways to share them. We sat on some outcropping of rocks and Larry began to tease Joyce. They chased around a rock, then sat down some distance from us and were feeding each other candy and laughing.
Ruth watched them and continued tell me about herself. It was as if she had been bottling it up and needed to let it out. “So because I’m a preacher’s kid, and my dad it so strict, the girls hardly ever talk to me. And boys won’t ever ask me out because of my dad. They all think I’m some kind of goody, goody. And I’m not; at least I don’t want to be.”
It had all come pouring out of her and tears had welled in her eyes. At about that time Larry and Joyce had engaged in a quick lip lock and jumped up to stroll out of sight. Ruth had been watching.
“They’re going to go make out aren’t they?” She had wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
“I’m sure they are,” I responded.
“Do they do it a lot?” I nodded and Ruth sat pensively for a moment. “What’s it like, making out I mean?”
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You’ve never made out before?” She shook her head. I moved over beside her and leaned in front. “I guess I better show you then.” I’m pretty sure that’s what she had in mind.
She closed he eyes but didn’t move and didn’t react when I touched my lips to hers. I realized that it had been months since I had last kissed a girl and, then, it had been my friend’s little sister. Ruth’s lips were stiff at first, almost cold, but then softened a little before I pulled back. Her eyes opened in a sort of surprised look and then closed as I leaned in and kissed her again. It was better but she was still tense.
“Relax,” I said, “I won’t bite.” She smiled and dropped her eyes as I moved in to try again. This time I lingered and put my arm around her shoulders. I felt her pulse quicken her lips get softer and part just slightly. When I drew back for air, she was still sitting stiffly.
“Was that OK? I mean did I do it right?” she breathed.
“You were wonderful,” I reassured her. “That was great. Now just relax and let go.” Here I was, I mused, trying to be a coach with hardly any experience of my own. I could still count on one hand the girls I had made out with.
When I leaned forward the next time to kiss her, she did let go. Her arms came around my neck and she kissed back almost fiercely. Our lips parted and Ruth was introduced to French kissing and became an expert instantly. When the discomfort of the rocks finally caused us to break apart, I got up and pulled her by the hand to a grassy spot against a slope. She looked reluctant for a few seconds as I lay back on the grass pulling her with me. With a little encouragement she laid down beside me. I stroked her cheek and kissed her gently until the fearful look started to pass. Moving over partially on top of her I puller her arms around my neck and pressed my tongue between her lips. In seconds we were locked together again.
She was almost writhing as I pressed my body against her. I felt firm breasts against my chest that she had been keeping somewhat hidden. I was surprised at the pent up passion that this fourteen year old was trying to release. I decided to see what else she wanted to experience and let my hand slip under the hem of her sweat shirt. Whether from the surprise or the coolness of my hand she winced, but continued kissing me and said nothing.
So I continued up her back with my hand, crossed over a small tight bra strap then moved back down and around to her front. When my hand came to rest on her cotton covered left breast, she pulled back and looked at me but said nothing. Her eyes continued on mine when she felt my hand move over the top of the cotton cup and slide down over her bare flesh. Her breasts were nicely developed for her age but were trapped in a bra that was probably one size too small. When I was unable to get my hand clear in, I moved it out and around her and tugged at the bra strap. I leaned her forward released the devil’s latch and then leaned her back against the grass.
She was still looking at me apprehensively but nothing told me to stop so I gently pushed her shirt up until it and her bra were bunched at her neck revealing breasts that were Jr. High boy’s dream. They were not all that large but nicely shaped and capped with small chocolate colored, pointed nipples. Ruth’s arms were over her head now giving me access and her eyes drooped a few times as I massaged both mounds with the palms of my hands.
“No one’s ever touched me like this,” she whispered after a few minutes. “But I like it.”
“Then you’ll like this even more,” and I bent my head to her chest and touched my tongue to a nipple. She winced again, slightly, but when I covered a nipple with my mouth and began sucking gently, she groaned and dropped her hands to the back of my head.
Passion took over again and as I attempted to devour her tits, I started moving my hand over and around her back, down her legs and back up to her hips. Her pelvis reacted instinctively and I decided that this girl wanted to learn it all today, and I knew I did. With my lips still moving between her breasts I let my hand wander to her waistline where a small band of pink was showing above her pants.
Again I felt no resistance as I boldly pushed my fingers around her waist and inside the waistband of her panties. I pushed down until I felt the beginning of her butt crack then slid around and down inside the front. As I crossed a small crop of pubic hair, Ruth’s legs parted allowing me to go deeper until my fingers were on top of her warm and very moist crevice. I commenced rubbing up and down, over the top of the little knob at the top of her crack and then dipping down in the crevice with my fingers. I located the little opening but the confines of her clothes would only allow me to start putting one finger in.
I pulled my hand out, located the button and zipper which was at the side of her pants. When I fumbled a little she pulled my head to hers and kissed me hard again. Her lips moved to my ear and she whispered, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
At this point I had pulled the zipper down exposing more of her pink panties. “Do you want me to stop?” I whispered back leaving my hand on her hip over the pink cloth.
“No,” she said, after hesitating a few seconds. As I pulled and tugged she raised her hips until her pants and panties were down to just above her knees. I bent and kissed her tits again as a means to look at what I had uncovered. Had I reacted instinctively I would brought my mouth to her crotch, but even though I had heard about “eating out”, oral sex had not really entered my mind. So I viewed the treasure for a few seconds and then returned my fingers to her folds.
The little bump at the top of her slit was sticking out and every time I touched it she would wince and push her pussy into my hand. So I kept massaging it with my thumb and palm while I probed at her opening with my finger. I found it and just as my finger slid in to about the second knuckle, Ruth grabbed my hands and pushed them against her pubis and began to gasp as her body started to spasm in a violent orgasm.
Her head was thrown back and turned slightly away from me. Her body jolted three or four times. Then the spasms subsided some but her pelvis was still pushing upward. I slid my face up beside her and starting kissing her neck right at her ear and continued probing in and out with my finger. As I slid deeper it felt progressively tighter. When I finally pushed all the way in, Rachel gave a little yelp of pain. I stopped moving but left my finger in.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “It’s OK,” she whispered back and clamped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. A few seconds later I felt her body start fucking my finger again. I continued my efforts between her legs and probed her mouth in time with my finger. I broke off to massage the bump at regular intervals causing Ruth to mew in my mouth. My own pressure was building and I decided to go for it.
I pushed my passionate friend’s pants further down to below her knees and spread her legs even further returning my fingers at an even better angle. Then withdrawing again I fumbled at the buttons on my cut-offs managing to get them down to my knees along with my jockeys. Having freed my rock hard dick from confinement I rolled over and tried to get in position between Rachel’s legs.
As soon as she felt my turgid flesh touch the inside of her thighs she knew what I was trying to do and slammed her legs together, pushed and turned away from me.
“No please don’t. I’m not ready for that.” Like a pin prick in a balloon, I quickly deflated. “I’m sorry,” she went on quietly. “I’m just afraid.”
It’s OK. I understand.” I tried to mask my disappointment.
“You aren’t mad at me?”
“Of course, not,” I said.
She rolled back and looked at me. “Can we just keep doing it the way we were?”
“Sure,” I answered, and moved over against her again. I leaned up and kissed her again on the lips and moved my hand down across her stomach. When I reached her pubic hair her legs began to part again.
“I really liked what you did. I’ve never done anything or felt like that before.” Once again my fingers reached her feminine portal.
“But don’t I need to do something for you?” Her eyes had that sad look again.
“You can if you want.” I answered, and I reached for one of her hands and guided to my rigid almost five inch dick.
“What do I do? I’ve only just seen my little brother’s before.” I closed her fingers around me and had her look down and then moved my hand on top of hers to demonstrate the motion. She was genuinely embarrassed to look at my dick but got the motion right away. In seconds we were engaged in mutual masturbation and in minutes Ruth was writhing again in orgasm. I kept her hand going on my unit until the last minute then stopped her, rolled away and sprayed a huge load on the grass next to us.
We lay there for a few minutes of recovery. The whole episode had probably only taken thirty to forty-five minutes, but we became paranoid that Larry and Joyce might come over the rise and catch us with our pants down. So we pulled our clothes up, brushed off and rearranged and sat back down on the rocks.
We had been quiet for a few minutes, when Ruth spoke up, “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do more, but I was afraid.”
“That’s OK,” I reassured her, masking my disappointment at being close without conclusion. I had, at least, gotten off and felt better for that.
“But I liked what we did.” She hesitated, brushing at the ground with he foot. “I’ve never felt that before, you know, got that feeling. I’ve heard girls talk about it but never felt it before.” She paused again, “Thank you,” and then she leaned in and gave me a gentle peck on the lips.
We talked some more, I did most of the listening as she told how much she hated having such a strict father. He wouldn’t allow make up or, fashion clothing and even whipped her little brother when he caught him playing with himself. I offered what I could for condolences when we heard the rustling of Larry and Joyce through the brush as they joined us.
Larry wore a self-satisfied grin and Joyce was flushed. They had a mixture of leaves on their clothes and in Joyce’s hair. I could guess what they’d been doing.
We headed back to the camp, wary that counselors would be looking for us. We paused just before reaching the cabins, letting Larry and Joyce go on ahead and then turned toward each other knowing it was time to part. We pressed together kissing hard and I dropped my hands to her but and pulled her pelvis against mine.
Her legs parted enough that I could push my dick against her pelvic bone and we ground against each other again. For the first time in my life, and only for a few seconds, I considered pulling her into the woods, tearing off her clothes and slamming my dick into her. But that was not me, and in my life never considered such a thing again.
“Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?” She whispered.
“I certainly hope so,” I responded.
“Maybe next time I won’t be afraid,” she added and pressed against me again.
Fearful that we might be seen, and for my part, that I might come in my pants, we parted and I caught up with Larry in the cabin as he was stripping off to take a shower. As usual I was Larry’s confidante and as soon as he saw me he offered quietly, “We did it. She let me go all the way.”
We determined that we were the only ones in the cabin and as we headed for the showers Larry gave me a description of events. Needless to say we both were instantly hard and without saying anything about it, we began to jack off.
“So the first time I just barely got it in before I went off and got come all over us. Then the next time we went real slowly and I got it all in. We kept at it and then she got off and was so noisy I though you’d hear us.” I assured him I hadn’t heard anything and was picturing the skinny butt of my friend humping up and down between the legs of the slim seventh grader and was about to come when he questioned, “So how’d you do with that Ruth girl?”
“Oh, we just talked,” I don’t know why I lied.
“Right,” Larry scoffed, “I saw a little through the trees, and you did more than talk.” I must have had a guilty look. “Don’t worry,” he added, “I won’t tell Katie. And Joyce won’t either.”
“Why would I care?” I defended quickly. “She’s just a family friend, and only in the sixth grade.”
He laughed. “Well you guys hide it OK. But Joyce thinks she has the hots for you, and you seem to like being around her. And she won’t be in grade school forever. She’s only a year younger than Joyce and already taller. You’ll just have to teach her some stuff.” He laughed again.
Larry continued the dialog, but my attention wandered. He was right. Ruth was just a camp girl. We were both feeling left out. And I’m so constantly horny and wanting to get laid. I might have even done it with red headed Cheryl if she had been there. But just as Larry announced plans to do it again with Joyce, this time with rubbers to be safer, my mind created a fantasy picture of a naked Katie parting her legs for me and fired a salvo of semen toward my friend almost hitting him.
Seeing my discharge Larry groaned and did the same, emitting a smaller spurt from his smaller appendage and obviously spent balls.
The next morning we packed and scurried to the busses to leave. I saw Rachel only briefly with no time really to talk. We exchanged address and phone numbers, my bus left first and I waved. That was the only time I ever saw her.
The next day, Sunday, I saw Katie at church, but it wasn’t until after services that I had a chance to talk to her. We avoided the cookie line and stood at the side of the social hall. When I walked up to her I had to resist the urge to give her a big hug. She looked even more tanned, her hair was a little different and I almost felt like she had grown taller in just 3 weeks. Looking at her, I began to feel guilty about being with Rachel. “Why should I? She’s just the little girl friend of the family isn’t she” I asked myself.
“How was camp?” she queried.
“It was OK. How was yours?”
“Tennis camp turned out pretty good, church camp was kind of boring.”
Before we could get involved Katie’s mom pulled her away, apologizing that they had a picnic and social to attend with people from the hospital where she worked part time. We agreed to get together the next day and she was gone.
I was up early the next day and fidgeting around before biking over to Katie’s house. I didn’t want to show up too early. Finally around nine I took off and as turned into her driveway Katie was just pushing her bike out of the garage.
She grinned sheepishly, “I was just heading to your house.”
We parked the bikes and went around the house to the patio. Arlene called from the open kitchen window. “Hi, Tommy, how’s your summer going?
I waived back, told her it was fine and settled in a chair to hear Katie relate her camp experiences. The church camp she attended was for just fifth and sixth graders, and was organized and orchestrated so that little free time was allowed. She commented that some of the kids managed to pair off and hold hands a little and some had even kissed but the counselors kept breaking them up. I was about to ask if she had paired up with anyone when she added the comment that all the boys seemed really “geeky” and didn’t seem to like her.
“But there was this one counselor,” she went on. “She was really nice. She was 16, and blonde and gorgeous. You would have liked her,” and the she added with a sly smirk, “especially in the shower. She talked to us a lot about boys and boyfriends and stuff. Some of the girls were so immature. I mean, their parents hadn’t taught them anything and they didn’t know anything about sex or puberty or boys or anything. I think she really helped some of them and we could talk to her about anything.”
I smiled to myself about how worldly my young friend perceived herself to be. She went on to talk about tennis camp and how being the youngest one there she had been hassled by several of the other girls. “They laughed at me ‘cause I didn’t have boobs yet, but when we did the tournament on Friday I waxed all of the seventh graders and all but one of the eighth graders.” She smiled at the revenge.
After advising her mom we rode over to Gina’s house. We discovered her in the back yard and in the company of Brian, whom Katie had advised me was Gina’s “steady”. He was slight of build, slightly shorter than the girls, with brown hair and glasses, not quite what I had pictured. When introductions were complete we all sat on the lawn furniture and Gina deposited herself on Brian’s lap sitting across his knees with her arm around his shoulders.
It came out that Gina’s mom and her sister was gone, only her little brother was home. She was almost making a display of stroking Brian, his cheeks, neck and chest when a screen door slammed and I met Marco, Gina’s little brother, who she described as “the brat.” He was short and chunky having only just turned ten and obviously a major pain to his sister.
“Are you guys going to start kissing again?” he taunted.
“Shut up, toad face,” she retorted. “And you better not say anything to mom or I’ll tell her what I saw.” Her tone was threatening and he stuck his tongue out at her and trotted away.
“He’s always playing with himself,” she chuckled. Then nudging Brian she said, “But then all boys do, don’t they?” He grinned sheepishly then she rocked against him again. “Don’t they?”
“So do girls,” he challenged back. “No they don’t,” and at that she dug at his ribs and began tickling. He responded in kind and didn’t hesitate to grab at Gina’s budding tits over her knit top. Katie and I observed with amusement, and eventually the match ended, we talked some more and then we left them to do whatever.
As we rode and talked Katie remarked, “They do that a lot. Most of the time I just get to watch.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, then she added, “And they do, you know?” When I looked puzzled she clarified, “Girls do play with themselves.”
August went quickly. Katie wrapped up tennis lessons with a club tournament and defeated everyone in her age group. Her mother had invited me to attend and I got the chance to both admire and tease Katie about her cute little short skirts. The golf and tennis club allowed the young players to invite guests to a swimming party in the otherwise private pool. Both Gina and I were invited, Brian had something else to do, and I was given my first look at Gina in a bathing suit. It was impressive for her age.
It was cream colored and two pieced, certainly not a bikini, but brief and thin enough to leave little to the imagination. As soon as it was wet it clearly outlined the just sprouting cones of tits and a well-rounded waist and butt. Gina made sure that I noticed all her curves and enjoyed some of the looks from some other boys. After some ‘I told you so’ looks from Katie I tried to pay less attention.
About a week before school started my parents and I were invited to Katie’s house for dinner. After we ate the adults cleared the dining table for a card game and Katie and I retreated to her room for a different game and to watch TV. We closed the door and sat on a rug on the floor leaning against her bed. In time we began to lose interest in cards and were right next to each other. She was wearing a blouse and what I guess would be called a peasant skirt. It was kind of full but came to just above her knees. As we moved about she had shown a lot of her legs and even a brief glimpse of some pale blue panties.
At one point she leaned against some pillows and plopped her legs over mine. I casually let a hand drop over her shins and rubbed up and down eventually working around to her calf. There was a soft blonde down that was only visible in direct light against her tan skin. It simply served to accent the beauty of her well toned limbs. I was becoming a leg man.
“I think my legs are starting to get hairy,” she announced and leaned up to observe where I was rubbing. I proceeded to aid her concern by examining more closely finding only a fine soft down. “There see and she guided my hand an area below her knee that perhaps had a little more fuzz than the rest of her leg. By directing my attention she had also allowed her skirt to slip farther up her thighs.
“I don’t want them to get all hairy and have to shave all the time, like Gina’s sister.”
“It doesn’t seem to be a problem yet.” I mused, and moved my hand up to above her knee. “There doesn’t seem to be any here,” I observed.
“Are you sure?” she looked at me coyly.
“Well I’ll check a little closer,” and moved my hand inside her thigh feeling lightly over the muscular limb.
“I might be getting some hair somewhere else pretty soon,” she announced quietly.
“Where would that be,” I queried.
“You’ll have to guess,” she answered.
“Hmm,” I said, “Would it be here?” and wrapped my fingers around the soft flesh closest to her crotch. Her skirt now was high enough to expose her pale blue panties.
“Maybe,” her voice was quieter now, and her legs parted slightly in invitation.
“How about here?” and at that point I placed my fingers around the well pronounced mound beneath her panties. She looked at me with a self satisfied expression as I began to rub up and down.
“I bet I know where you have some,” she offered quietly.
“Where would that be?” I scoffed.
“Right here,” she said and boldly clutched the bulge in my Levi’s. I let her feel around measuring me with her fingers for a few minutes while I continued to rub her mound.
“Well not exactly there,” I said. “Close enough,” she fired back, with no intention of moving her hand anywhere else. We moved even closer together and continued rubbing each other’s parts. Just as I began to slip my fingers under the elastic at her leg we heard the sound of laughing and card party breaking up. We quickly righted ourselves and moved apart in case someone came in.
We heard the announcement that my folks and I were leaving and as we got up Katie leaned in and said quietly, “Too bad we weren’t alone.” I nodded agreement. “It could have been interesting.”
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