This is a true story, as best as I can remember. The names have been changed
I grew up in the rural south in the 60’s and 70’s. The closest neighbors with kids about my age were about a quarter mile away. They were Richard, two years older than me, who lived to the north, and James, a year older than me, and his sister Susie, a year younger than me that lived to the south. We all had bicycles. All of them had “banana” seats and “ape hanger” handle bars, except James, who rode an old fashioned bike, since he was heavy. James was over 100 pounds when he was in the 4th grade. I know because he broke my right hand middle finger, when we were playing football. It had been fun up to that point. It was Richards’s idea to play tackle football. Even though he was the oldest he was the shortest boy, small and wiry, and very fast. Susie was just a little taller than Richard, and actually maybe a little heavier. Susie had dirty blonde hair; she usually wore in pig tails. I was as tall as James, but skinny. There were some other kids over that day to round out the teams 4 players to 5. Richard had James, Susie and another kid on the team of 4. My team got five, because it took at least 3 of us to tackle James. A couple of times when Susie tackled me, somehow her hand ended up on my crotch. I thought that was odd but did not really think much more about it. Susie was a tomboy and did not mind playing rough. One time I tackled her and my hand became trapped over boob. I say boob, but it was probably just baby fat, or maybe the faintest bud of a just forming boob. Then my finger got broken when James fell on me, and ended the game. A few days later James and Susie came over on their bikes, and James apologized. Susie kept stroking my hair and my arm that had the hurt finger.
Months passed, and the four of us rode our bikes to each other’s houses and played different games. Board games, cards, tag, hide and seek; we also raced our bikes for sodas. Sometimes Susie would accidentally brush my crotch with her butt or hand. Looking back I know now she was very interested in boys. Susie also liked to hide with me at times, when James was it during hide and seek. One time she asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” I answered “No.” Susie asked, “Would you like to try with me? I won’t tell on you.” I replied, “Ok, if you want to.” With that Susie leaned in to me and gave me a peck on the lips. She asked, “Did you like it?” I answered “It was alright.” That was probably not the answer Susie was expecting.
The summer between the 5th and 6th grades was when things between Susie and I got to moving forward. Susie had gotten taller and slimmed down some. She had starting developing in to a young woman. She was over 5 feet tall, and her hair was down to her shoulder blades, her legs had gotten longer and tan, her boobs were nice and perky, and she developed a very nice rounded butt. I was now maybe 5’5”, and had not matured to 6 foot. Since it was summertime, Susie wore a lot of cut off shorts that accentuated her butt, and she also tied her shirts up in front, showing off her belly button. Sometimes I noticed her boobs were more bouncy than other times. I think she would not wear a bra when she could get away with it. I had been getting boners for a few months, and thought they were amazing. I had gotten a pool table the previous Christmas, and both James and Susie liked to play. Often I would get a boner, admiring Susie’s fine butt, as she leaned over to shoot pool. A few times she would accidentally, brush my bone with her hand, as she moved around the pool table. Once or twice I brushed her lovely young butt with my hand. One day both my parents were at work, James and Susie came over to play pool again. As we played and talked, out of the blue James made a statement, “You know if you show Susie your thing, she would show you hers. “ I was startled, but managed to reply, “Sssure, that would be Ok.” Susie shook her head no emphatically. James tried to persuade her, “Come on, it will be alright. You know you want to see it.” Susie answered, “No, and don’t ask again.” We played more pool and the subject did not come up again. Richard came over on his new mini-bike, and we went outside and played tag. Whenever I was it and got near Susie I would try to tag her on her bare stomach, and was successful a few times.
Early the next week Susie rode her bike over to my house by herself. I was sitting on the front porch when she rolled up wearing the shortest short I had ever seen her in, and a thin cotton short-sleeve shirt tied up at the bottom and only buttoned with 2 buttons. When the sun hit her just right I could definitely tell she was not wearing a bra, since I could see the shadow of her boobs behind her shirt. She said “Hi, I wanted to tell you something about the other day when James wanted us to show each other our privates. If we had done what he said, James would have told on both of us and we would have been in trouble.” I was shocked and stayed quiet for a bit, and then finally answered “I am glad you are so smart and kept us out of trouble, because I would probably have done it.” Susie seemed a little surprised, and then asked “Do you want to play pool?” I said “sure” so went down to the basement to play some eight ball. We chit-chatted as we played a few games when finally I asked “Susie would you have took your pants off the other day?” Susie was about to take her shot and stopped and looked up and caught me looking down her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and I could almost see her nipples. I now know she was about an A cup. She answered, “Yes I would have done it, but only if you were going to do it.” I can’t remember if Susie or I asked the next question, “Do you still want to?”
I asked “How are we going to do this? Will we go one at the time?” Susie answered “Let’s do it at the same time.” I nodded ok. I pointed at an old school bus seat and said “Let’s sit there; no one can see the bench coming down the stairs.” We sat down, and I said “Ok… on the count of three.” I counted down to three, I unsnapped my shorts, and snatched down the zipper, and shucked them off quickly. Susie was going a little slower but was in the process off slipping off her shorts. I quickly snatched my underwear down. I was in a hurry because I wanted Susie to witness my pecker swing like a pendulum as it sprang to attention. Susie stopped pulling down her underwear and stared. I asked “Susie, you aren’t going to cheat me are you?” Susie looked a little flustered, and started to pull at her underwear, which was riding just below her hip bones. Slowly she pulled her panties free of her feet, never taking her gaze from my pecker. I had seen one other pussy one time when my older cousin Cindy had let me see hers, just a few weeks before. I could now see Susie’s pretty pussy, framed by a light covering of curly brown hair. Where the lips met were blushing. Susie broke the silence, “Now it makes sense, how a boy puts his thing up in a girl. I have seen a pecker before changing diapers, and wondered how it could happen.” I answered hoarsely “I wondered about that too? Where would my pecker go? I don’t understand.” Susie slowly answered, “It goes here.” She opened her legs a little, then reached down with both hands and parted her pussy lips, showing me the opening. We sat there staring at each other for a couple of minutes. Susie seemed amazed when I clenched my butt and made my pecker jump. “Are you doing that?” she asked. I told her, “Yes” and explained how. After a minute I saw her pussy lips pulsing and Susie said “I can do it too. I have wanted to see your pecker for a while but could never think of a way to ask you. I’m glad James brought it up.” I answered, “You can see it whenever you want, but let’s get dressed before anyone catches us.”
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