AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I've always known Samantha. She lives next door to me and is three years younger than me. She always had been that scrawny brat that followed me about, getting in the way, or the girl I would sit upon and tickle until she cried. The seasons change and unknown to me she had grown up and now has gentle curves. You know how it is, you see someone every day and you fail to notice the changes in them.
This fishing hole was one of my best kept secrets and I knew that we wouldn't be disturbed on this hot August day. We lay on the riverbank, our lines forgotten as Sam and I dozed in the bright sunlight. I glanced over to her reclining figure. I noticed that, to aid her own cooling, her fingers slowly un-popped one, two, then three top buttons on her denim shirt. Slowly my dulled brain took in the sight -- between the gap at the front of her shirt was the unmistakably swell of breasts.
"When did that happen?" I asked myself. Surely I would have noticed. It's something I usually do. I'm always leaching at any girl who walks by. I lay there thinking about this girl I've known all my life -- her very short fiery hair, freckles over her face and shoulders, scrawny body. I looked over to her again. Update that. Her body seemed to have filled out somewhat; her jeans now seemed to be filled with shapely legs. And on top of all that she had tits.
Looking at her prone body made my own jeans feel tight. I was getting a hard-on just looking at Sam. No, I couldn't be, but I was. You could never accuse me of being backwards. I would often get in trouble, jumping in when the proper course of action would be to wait and see. I rolled over towards her, taking a grip of both her wrists and pulling them up above her head. Over the years, we had often fought together, so my behaviour was not out of the ordinary.
"Get off," she said in a lighthearted way, her eyes remaining closed, "it's too hot."
Up close, I could see what I had missed. The gentle swell of her tits under her opened shirt, her small waist, then the flare of her hips. Damn it, if she didn't look good. Holding her wrists secure with my left hand, my right's middle figure moved down from her throat, through the gap in her shirt, between her small tits, until its further progress was stopped by the next button. At this point her eyes snapped open.
"Stop that," she barked, her voice held just a touch of panic. My fingers played with this next button, rolling it around. "Please don't," she said in a pleading voice, her eyes wide open staring at me.
I'd never taken any notice of her pleading before and I was not going to now. The last two buttons became undone under my fingers.
"No please," she said with a hint of a tear in her voice.
I now popped the large button at the front of her jeans. With this undone, her shirt could easily be pulled out and I flipped it open. My, oh my, each of her small tits was topped by a small, but erect nipple. My right hand cupped each small mound in turn, my thumb flicking each nipple.
"Please no," she said, her eyes now tightly shut, but I wasn't going to stop now. I had left her small tits and moved south, over her flat middle and then under her jeans and knickers to her pussy. "No, no, you mustn't," her tears starting to run down her face. Although her thighs were clamped tight I managed to force my middle finger into her hot and very wet pussy. "No, oh no, please," she said very quietly now, almost a whisper; her hips moving against my hand to increase the friction.
Then suddenly she stopped moving and a soft cry left her lips -- she had come. I let go of her wrists and removed my finger from her knickers. Instantly she rolled into a fetal ball and cried. I looked down at her and suddenly felt lost in her grief. I had made her cry hundreds of times before and laughed about it, but this time it was different somehow. I put my arms around her and cradled her as she wept.
Minutes passed and her tears dried. She unrolled and moved back onto her back.
"I'm sorry," she said, wiping a tear away.
"What! Why are you sorry?" I asked.
"I know you were just being nice," she sniffed, "and there was me being horrible to you. I know I'm too skinny and my boobs are too small," her tears starting again. "I should be grateful you even consider touching me."
I pulled the two halves of her shirt apart again to reveal her tits. "You have beautiful tits," I said truthfully. "As for the rest, it looks okay to me, but I'll let you know when I've seen more."
"You're just saying that," she said, her tears still flowing again. "All my life I've loved you and now when it really matters, you're making fun of me again."
"I'm serious," I said massaging her small tits to empathise my words.
Her arms suddenly grabbed me and held me tight. "I hope you're serious, but if you're lying to me, please, please keep it up, OK?" her small voice muffled by my shoulder.
We stayed like that until the sun sank low in the sky.
"Time to pack up," I said.
"Yeah," she smiled at me. I watched with interest as she buttoned up her shirt and jeans. "Did you mean it, you know, about my boobs?" she looked shyly at me.
"Sure Sam," I said. "Now look at me. You are beautiful, OK?" I said forcefully.
Her eyes lowered, but a small smile crossed her pretty face. "Thanks," she said softly.
"From now on you're my girl, OK?" I said meaning it.
Her face came up with a snap. "What! You mean it?" she stuttered.
"Sure," I said, "but you have to behave... do what I want and such."
"Yeah, no problem." She jumped at me and hugged me tight.
"Well, I like the way you don't wear a bra. Never liked those things," I said.
"Me neither," she smiled.
"And although your legs look good in jeans, a short skirt makes for easier access," I carried on. Her face went bright red. "Let's go home and we'll meet tomorrow, OK?" I said.
Her face still red, she just nodded.
Next morning dawned bright and clear. At eleven Sam knocked at my back door.
"Come in," I invited. "Go down to the den."
We have the basement laid out as a play area from way back. Mum and Dad were at work while my older brother, although home from university, was away visiting his new friends for the summer.
"Turn for me," I invited. Today she was dressed in a similar shirt but with a very short matching denim skirt.
"I shortened it myself last night," she said with pride. "What do you think?"
"I can confirm that you have slim, pretty legs as well as nice tits," I said.
She jumped on my lap and kissed me. This was our first kiss since we didn't yesterday.
"Are you going to touch me today?" she said when we broke apart.
"Yeah, you bet," I said. My hand moved down to her exposed thigh and caressed her. "You feel nice and silky."
We kissed again, all the time my hand roamed over her legs. The next time we broke apart she unbuttoned her own shirt and pulled it off and threw it onto the floor.
"We don't need that then," she smiled at me and offered her small tits for me to touch.
"Lovely," I said, then my mouth and hands were full.
Although small, her tits were incredibly firm and, if her squirming about was anything to go by, very sensitive as well. Soon her short skirt was joining her shirt on the floor, shortly followed by her knickers. Now, for the first time, she was naked under my hands. Her sexual excitement built and built until her body froze and her orgasm came and came.
"Oh boy, that was good," she smiled at me. "Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
"Well, yes and no," she smiled. "I'm a bit scared. I don't want to get pregnant... well, not just yet anyway," she admitted.
"Tell you what, we'll take it nice and slow, OK? There's no rush. We have the rest of our lives together," I said. With that she hugged me tight, but my cock wanted some attention. "I want you to make me come now, OK?" I said. She just nodded. "Okay, unzip me... that's right. Now gently stroke it." It felt nice with her small hand moving up and down over my hardness. "Now get on your knees and use your mouth," I said. The little darling didn't hesitate and soon I was deeply imbedded inside her hot mouth. "I'm going to come soon, shall I pull out?" I asked. She didn't answer, just sucked me harder until I blew my load at the back of her throat.
"Was that all right?" she asked.
"Yeah great, my love," I replied. "Now come up here and give me a cuddle."
We spent the rest of the day exploring each other's body, stroking and caressing each other to orgasm after orgasm.
By four we were both spent. We dressed and I cooked her some tea. Mum came in at five and chatted with Sam as usual. When Dad got in at seven she left with a wave and a smile and, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Tomorrow was a new day in our relationship. Firstly I popped down to the chemist and bought a couple of packs of condoms. Sam was waiting for me when I returned.
"Morning love," I greeted her with a kiss.
As soon as I closed the door she was stripping off her three pieces of clothing. I watched as her slim but beautiful body came into view.
"Very nice," I said holding out my arms. She helped me out of my few clothes and together, naked, we sank to the thick carpeted floor. "Open up for me," I whispered.
Her legs opened wide and I moved between them. From my kneeling position I surveyed this beautiful sight before me.
"Today, my love, we are going to fuck for the first time," I said.
She just nodded, but I could see she was very nervous. I rolled on the first condom of the day, knowing it wasn't going to be the last. I pushed the head of my cock up to the entrance of her already wet pussy.
"Okay?" I said.
She just nodded, and gently I pushed forwards. Suddenly I was fully inserted. She gasped slightly and hugged me close.
"Please, can you just hold it there for a minute," she begged.
"Sure lover," I agreed.
"Okay, that's better," she sighed. "You can move a bit now... oh no, not too much, it still hurts." Slowly, bit by bit, we moved against each other, her pain melting away with her rising lust. "Yes, oh yes, harder please," she cried out. She froze and came. I pumped twice more and came myself.
"Now you really are mine," I said with a satisfied smile.
"And you are mine too," she smiled back at me. We hugged and kissed for a long time. "Can we leave it for awhile?" she said. "I'm a little bit sore."
"Sure love, you let me know when you're ready," I agreed. "There's no rush."
"Thanks lover," she said snuggling up to me again. "You know, you are my lover now."
"Yeah, and will be forever," I said.
THE END
