Caryl from L-P

Caryl and I had been neighbors and good friends for three years. We had walked together to and from school many times, sharing dreams, mysteries, and curiosities. We were not lovers, but very good friends. …And we shared many personal thoughts and secrets.

When Caryl had her first period in sixth grade, she shared that with me … not knowing, of course, that I had no idea what that all meant. When I had my first nocturnal emission, she was the girl in my dream. I told her about that. Now it was her turn to be bewildered.

When her breasts started to “bud,” I asked her about her “bumps.” To satisfy my curiosity, she let me touch them – outside her blouse, of course. That was exciting to me. She also said she was growing hair down “there.” I told her I was too.

At the swimming pool, I noticed that her body was developing an attractive shape – a pretty nice one at that, and I was beginning to be physically attracted to her. In quiet moments, when I thought of her, I would get an erection. I told her about that too.

She admitted that when she thought of me “that way” her “Mary Jane” would get wet. She was the first to admit she played with herself, and how good it felt. Only then did I admit to my masturbating. Yes, indeed, strange things were happening.

Fast forward to the long, hot summer between grade school and high school

Caryl and I had both just turned thirteen years of age. After supper one evening we walked to the high school we would be attending in the fall. We sat in the grass wondering and talking about what experience high school would bring.

She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips … well a little off-center, but close enough. It felt good and I kissed her back. We hugged and kissed some more. I was getting a little light-headed, and she started to breathe rapidly.

We lay in the grass of the school grounds. She was on top of me, kissing me, and I was on the bottom kissing her. Needless to say, I got an erection that could not be concealed in my Levis jeans. My erection was going straight up my abdomen ending near my navel. Caryl could feel it. She was wearing summer cotton shorts, and I could feel her mons pressing against my penis. She started to rub her mons up and down, dry-humping on my erection. This was a massive turn-on for me. She increased her gyrations, making little mewing sounds, and increasing the intensity of her kisses.

I put my right hand into her blouse, and into her bra. I grabbed the nipple on her small tit between my thumb and forefinger, and played with it. Caryl humped me frantically and cried out, Ohh, ohh, ohhhhhh, and then went limp on my body. I wasn’t sure what had just happened.

We lay there in one another’s arms for a few moments. She looked up at me and said, “I did it!” Since I was still aroused, I asked her, “Do you want to do that again?” She answered, “Yes, but I want to feel your body, not your clothes.”
In the dark of the night on that lonely field, Caryl quickly removed her blouse, bra, shorts and panties. She then directed her attention to me to help me remove my Levis jeans, Jockey underwear, and shirt. Once we were both naked, she rolled me over on my back, held my erection down on my abdomen, and got back on top of me.

She reached down with one hand and opened her labia so that it would slide up and down on my penis. She was so wet that the rubbing between our bodies was frictionless. The feeling to me was sensational. We hugged, kissed, and undulated our naked bodies together … enjoying the intense feeling of skin on skin. This time, I had better access to her breasts so I seized a nipple between my lips, licked it, and sucked it. This time Caryl called, “Oh Jimmy, I am going to do it again … now! Ohhhhhh…!

And she did! She pressed her Mons tight against my penis and ground her clitoris into the underside of my penis. The underside of my penis was wet from top to bottom from her ministrations. On her final thrust she moved her body up past the glans of my penis, which heretofore, was being held down by her mons. My penis stood up between her open legs and touched her vaginal opening. Caryl’s eyes popped open. She looked at me, closed her eyes and lowered herself until I was fully enclosed in her vagina.

We lay there motionless, both of us afraid to move. I gave a little thrust. She trusted back. I gave her a Kegel. She gave me one back. I kissed her. She kissed me back. I grabbed the hardened nipples of her small breasts with both hands, and played with them. She started a rocking motion on top of me. We became overcome with passion. Only once did she speak, requesting, “Please, don’t do it in me.” I responded, “OK.”

When she came for the third time, she came harder than the first two times. I was ready to come too, but I was trying to disengage so that I did not come in her. No chance! She held me in a vice-like grip capturing every inch of my penis, and took all the semen I could give her … it was lot too.

We lay in each other’s arms for a while. In the afterglow, she asked me, “What am I going to do with all your ‘stuff’?” It keeps dripping out of me, and it’s going to soak through my shorts before I can get home. If my parents see me, I’m dead.”

I sacrificed my Jockey shorts. She wadded them up and wore them inside her panties to soak up the semen. I never got them back either. She later told me she threw them in the furnace to destroy the evidence.

We were both much relieved after Caryl had her next period. After which, she admonished me by saying, “Never again, Jimmy … without a rubber.”

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