I was a horny little teenager.

That probably does n't set me apart from most of the guys writing on this website. What might, though, is the fact that I did very little about it until later in my high shoal `` career. '' From the fourth dimension I was 10 and figured out that thinking about the Pretty blond Girl in my class would somehow earn my penis stand up straight, until I was 15, I had n't so much as kissed a fille. I *wanted* to, of course. And once I figured out what to do with a hard-on once the effects of thinking about the Pretty Blonde Girl had set in, I became quite the expert at jerking off to fancy about what I 'd do with the PBG…if I could ever speak to her, that is.

But I was n't the ladies'man I wanted to be. I was painfully shy and sealed that, somehow, all the girl knew what a deviate I was for sneaking my dad 's playboy and jerking off almost daily to centerfold photo of too-large breast and airbrushed pubic hair. I had crushes on most of the girls in my course of instruction, in turns, once the PBG moved away. But I never had the sand to do anything about it. Except to deal advantage of the empty home after schooltime before Mom & Dad came home from study, to pasture Mr. Hefner 's amazing natural endowment to the world. Oh, and jerk off like a madman.

matter started to change the summertime I was 16. The day after my birthday in January, I 'd gone down to ingest my driver 's test, and with the number one wood 's permit came that discovery of exemption that so many people are familiar with. Suddenly I could go where I wanted, more or less when I wanted, and with whom. Friends started asking me to go with them here & there more often, ( yes, I knew it was just because I could drive…but that did n't affair ), and every now & then I 'd even get some attention from girls.

One afternoon when we 'd been out of schooling for a few week, I got a birdcall from my expert champion, Micah.

'' Tom, it 's Micah. What 's up ? ``

'' Not a great deal, '' I told him, kind of bored. `` What about you ? ``

'' I 'm going over to Sandra 's business firm tonight to swim & pay heed out. She wanted to know if you want to come, too ? ``

Sandra was the girl Micah had been going out with for near of the past school day twelvemonth. She was a grade behind us in school, but physically she looked a bonny bit elder. She was taller than virtually young woman in our school, but not quite basketball team cloth, with long blonde hairsbreadth, juicy optic, and a human body that featured wide, chirpy white meat and a nice small-scale but attack butt. Sandra had given in to Micah 's pressuring without too much trouble, and they 'd started having sex around Christmastide. Micheas kept me informed about all the inside information of what they did ; I think this was partly a respectable admirer sharing information with his horny, still-virgin friend…and partly showing off.

'' sure, '' I said. `` But are you sure you two would n't rather be alone ? ``

'' Nah, '' Micah explained. `` Her cousin, Tracy 's there, and Sandra thought you two should contact. ``

I could hear a lilliputian bit of a grin in his voice. `` What, is she some kind of dog ? '' I asked.

'' Nah, Sandra says she 's cute. She just thought you two might hit it off. So whaddaya think ? Wan na total ? ``

'' Ok, sure, '' I said.

'' Great ! So grab your suit. Can pick me up in about a one-half hour to go over ? ``

I told him I 'd be over soon and hung up. I was nervous. I did n't really know what Sandra had in mind, or if her cousin was going to require to have anything to do with me. I went into the bathroom to get gear up, took off my shirt and started doing some kind of pre-date preparation modus operandi that I made up as I went. I stopped for a moment to look at myself in the mirror and wondered, what kind of girl would really require to bear anything to do with me ? I was n't particularly tall, only about 5'10 ; not particularly muscled and form of skinny, actually, from running lap covering in PE ; a shaggy mat of curly Brown pilus that never wanted to be tamed ; and green eyes that hid behind field glass. Thinking about the endless possibilities of all the intimate poppycock I could end up doing with Sandra 's cousin ( yeah, right…get real ), my cock started to stir in my drawers. I dropped my shorts for a minute and let my putz out. I was going to give it a quick jerk to relieve some tensity before I went, but then I stopped and looked at it, too. nil impressive about it : not quite seven column inch long, and actually kinda think compared to the others I 'd seen in the showers after gym class, not narrow & spear-like, like the ones we saw in the smut Micah found in his dad 's dresser that one time.

So, hoping for all the best but knowing what worst the night would probably play, I stopped my impromptu number and got dressed in a polo shirt and a yoke of blue jean short circuit. Then I grabbed my swim torso, my Key and my wallet, then headed out to pick up Micah.

Micah was pumped that night. He told me that Sandra 's aunt & uncle were visiting for a couple weeks, and Sandra said they 'd done null but speak about going out for dinner with her mom & dad since they 'd got there. Tonight they were going into the city, a good two 60 minutes 's drive away, for drunkenness, dinner party, and dancing, leaving the two girls alone on a Sat night.

'' Man, I really hope you hit it off with Tracy, Tom, '' he said as we drove on. `` I am so turned on you would n't consider. okey, maybe I 'm complaining to the wrong guy about that, but Mr. Stiffy really needs some unparalleled metre with Sandra tonight, know what I mean ? ``

He did n't wait for me to answer, and I did n't really sense a need to jump in. This was sort of par for the course with Micheas these days.

'' I mean, Tom, I have n't even seen Sandra in almost a week. And we have n't fucked since the day schoolhouse got out, ya know ? ``

I shifted in my place a trivial, which apparently was n't lost on Tom.

'' Uh-oh…is all this talking giving you a stiffy too ? '' Do n't worry. Buck up, piffling motor home. Who knows, maybe Spencer Tracy will finally be the one… ? '' He kind of trailed off after that and looked over at me, almost like he expected me to do for once.

I gave him a quick `` yeah, right, '' and we drove on more or less in secrecy until I turned onto Sandra 's street and pulled up in front of her house.

'' Race you to the room access, '' Micah said. `` utmost one there 's a horny sonofabitch ! '' Almost before he 'd finished saying it, he was out of the truck and bounding across the lawn to get to the front door.

I caught up with him right after he rang the doorbell, and he started making stunned kissy faces at me while we waited for the girl to let us in. I stood there nervously, not really for certain what I had set myself up for, while Micheas 's moves became lewder and lewder. I almost busted up when he mocked playing with his breasts and dry-humping my leg, but then we heard the door starting to open, and we both snapped to.

'' Would you guys rather be alone ? '' Sandra asked as she opened the room access. She was wearing a little blue harvest top that stretched soused across her breast and left a tantalizing gap underneath. Down below, she had on a brace of gym shorts that were about two sizes too small-scale

'' Fuck you, babe, '' Micheas shot back as he went into the theatre and grabbed her.

'' Only if you 're skillful, '' she said as she wrapped her weaponry around his neck and spread her legs, pulling him into a long, grinding kiss. `` Come on in, Tom, '' she said, coming up for air.

I stepped into the entry way and squeezed around them. There was plenty of room, but I kicked Micah a little anyway, and they separated a little bit.

'' Tracy, '' Sandra called, `` Tom 's here ! Come on down. ``

I heard pace approaching from upstairs and then coming downstairs. Spencer Tracy rounded the landing and came into perspective. She was cute. She had straight blonde hair that hung down to just above her berm and was feathered back to frame her face. Her blue eyes were a hidden a little behind plastic-framed glasses that were just a little too big for her face. She had red mouth that, even though she was smiling nervously, somehow managed still to be a little bit pouty. I could n't evidence how big her breasts might be because she wore an oversized t-shirt that she had tucked into a tight-fitting couplet of jeans that showed off her scraggy ramification and a skillful lilliputian butt.

We exchanged our greeting, and Sandra led us all into the bread and butter elbow room. She put a movie into the VCR and climbed into her dad 's overstuffed recliner with Micheas. Tracy and I sat down on the sofa, close together but not quite on top of each other. We all chatted a niggling bit while the movie played, none of us really watching it too much. To my surprise, I found it really well-fixed to talk with Tracy. She was pretty & cute, to be sure, but the more we talked, the more than I saw that she was curious and angelical, and really seemed to be a nice missy. She admitted to not having been real excited about coming to visit Sandra 's family, even though she did n't possess a boyfriend at home to lose, until Sandra had told her about Book of Micah 's friend & how she thought we might really hit it off.

After a while Sandra stood up and peeled off her shirt, revealing a skimpy little Bikini top that barely held in her breasts. `` This movie sucks. You guys wan na go float instead ? '' She nodded over to Tracy, who also stood up & took off her t-shirt. She was already in her suit, a white-with-blue polka-dots bikini that showed she had a decent set of smallish breasts.

'' Sure, '' Micah said. `` But Tom and I need to change. ``

'' You guys can change in my way upstairs. You know the way, do n't you ? '' she said, grinning. `` We 'll meet you out there. '' And with that, the girls ran outside.

Micah and I grabbed our towels & swim tree trunk where we 'd dropped them in the entry Radclyffe Hall, and he led the way upstairs to Sandra 's room. `` So, '' he said as we made our way up, `` what do you think ? She 's cute, yeah ? ``

'' Yeah, '' I answered, `` she 's cute. Thanks for making me do. ``

He turned on the light as I stepped in and closed the door, and we saw the evidence that two teenage girls had been sharing a single room for the past week. The bed was rumpled, and girl stuff was all over : hair copse, shock dryer, curling irons, and clothing of all sorts—including a variety of brassiere & panties—was strewn everywhere we looked. Micah picked up a bra from where it hung on the footboard of Sandra 's bed and threw it to me. `` Hey, man, here you go. What do you cerebrate of this ? It 's not Sandra 's, '' he said, grinning. `` Ca n't you just picture the two of them in here, changing together, all naked & stuff ? ``

'' swell ! Cut it out, '' I said, still holding the bra. `` How am I supposed to shift into my trunks like this ? ``

'' Dude ! '' he said, `` do n't care about Mr. Stiffy. Just put on your suit & take a towel in front of you until we get in the water supply. That 's what I 'm gon na do. '' Then he turned around, pulled off his boxers and pulled up his swim luggage compartment. He adjusted himself as best he could, then picked up his towel and held it in social movement of his still-obvious erection, then looked at me with raised eyebrows as if to say, `` See ? ``

I sighed and did the Lapplander. We looked like a couple of idiots standing there with towels held in straw man of our pecker, but we were randy and there were two girls out in the backyard, splashing around in the syndicate waiting for us, so downstairs we went. When we got outside, the young woman were already in the water. They were splashing around but stopped when we came out, and swam over to the side of the pond together to contact us.

'' Well, '' Sandra started, `` are you gon na put down your towels & come in ? The water 's courteous & warmly. ``

When I hesitated a minute, Book of Micah grabbed my towel and threw both of them aside. Then he peeled off his shirt and jumped over the girls'heads and into the water, making a vast splash. Sandra swam over to where he surfaced, and the two of them swam over to one of the integral benches in the irregularly form puddle, pawing at each other as they went. I just stood there at the side of the pool, not sure what to do. I just about died when I saw Spencer Tracy looking up at my hard-on pushing against my drown trunks.

After what seemed like an infinity but was probably only a minute or so, Tracy pulled herself up out of the water to stand adjacent to me, dripping wet. I could see her nipples stiffen and stock against the fabric of her Bikini top, and then she reached up on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear, `` It 's fine, I do n't mind. Come on in. '' Then she jumped back into the water and swam off.

figuring anything would be better than standing there with my prick on display, I took off my shirt, tossed it over by my towel, and jumped into the water. When I came up, I looked around to find Spencer Tracy. She was over on the former side of the puddle sitting in a little alcove near the egress to the hot tub. I swam over to where she sat, and slid up onto the seat next to her.

'' Are you okay ? '' she asked.

'' Yeah, I guess, '' I mumbled.

'' We do n't take to swim if you do n't want. We could go back inside ''

'' Nah, '' I said, `` it 's approve. You're— um, this is nice. ``

Spencer Tracy smiled. We heard water splashing & dripping from the other side of the pool, and I turned to see Micah & Sandra scrambling up out of the piss and over to a couple towels she 'd set out on the lawn on the far face of the pond. They laid down and started kissing.

Tracy reached up and gently stroked from the hair's-breadth behind my ear, down along my jaw, turning my regard back to her as she did so. `` You know why Sandra invited you guys over here tonight, right ? ``

'' fountainhead, yeah, '' I said, `` so she & Micah could… '' I trailed off.

Tracy stopped me. `` A little, I guess. But it was for us, too. '' I just looked at her, a picayune stupefy. She went on, `` Sandra said you 're hot. And she said thought we 'd accept a good time together if we could meet and you could just relax. ``

She moved a little closer in toward me. `` I think she 's justly. '' Then she shifted up in the water and kissed me lightly on the cheek. `` What do you say ? Wan na go lay down & relax ? ``

'' Um, ok, '' was all I could reckon to say. Spencer Tracy slid down off the terrace can and into the water system, then started swimming for the shallow end of the pool. She moved slowly, with long, relaxed, lazy slash, and I just watched her for a minute. When she got to the shallower water, she stood up and turned toward where I was still sitting. She smiled at me, made a `` come here '' gesture with her finger, and turned and started walking up out of the consortium. I slipped into the water and started out after her.

By the time I made it up out of the piddle, I looked around and saw Tracy sitting on a big beach blanket in the uttermost niche of the lawn. It was getting dark in the back cubic yard, so it was operose to see her clearly, but it was still a warm up nighttime, so I walked over to where she was. I sat down next to her and said the suavest, most sophisticated affair I could think of.

'' Hi. ``

I sounded like a nail imbecile, a total jerk. And Tracy could n't help herself. She broke out laughing. But for some reason, rather than being horrified at my own stupidity, I started laughing, too. We laughed together for a couple minutes, and when it started to die down, Tracy looked over at me and said, in her own mockingly suave note, `` Hi. '' That started us going all over again. We could n't search at one another without busting up. It was stunned, sure enough, but it helped, somehow. This meter, as our laughter subsided, I reached up, put my paw on the spinal column of Tracy 's cervix, and leaned in and kissed her.

And, of course, I botched the job. I bumped her nose with mine, pulled back suddenly, forgetting that I still had my bridge player on the spine of her neck, and pulled her over onto her side.

'' Oh, God. Tracy, I 'm sorry… '' I started.

'' Tom, '' she said, `` it 's okay. Just relax for a minute. '' She pulled herself up and kissed me lightly on the lips.

'' I want to kiss you. '' She kissed me again.

'' I wanted to osculate you when you first got here. '' And again.

'' I like you, Tom. '' And again. She shifted around with her hand on my cervix now, and started to lay back down on the blanket, pulling me with her. `` And I want you to osculate me. ``

I leaned down over her on one human elbow, bent my read/write head down, and kissed her, more slowly this time. She opened her lips a fiddling and flicked her tongue across my lips while we kissed. I opened my back talk and pushed my clapper between her brim, and she started running her helping hand up and down my book binding. I finally started to slacken a fiddling, and we just kept kissing.

We kissed back and Forth River for a few minute, me running my tongue over Tracy 's teeth and darting in to feel for her lingua, and then he pushing me out and chasing my tongue with her own. After a lilliputian patch, and feeling a little bolder based on how aegir Spencer Tracy was, I started to rub my unloose deal around on her stomach and side. I kept getting closer and closer to her exit bosom, but was still scared to go for it.

Then Spencer Tracy kind of half pulled back, half pushed me away, from our kiss. She looked up at me, reached for my paw, moved it up to her breast, and smiled at me. I could n't think what I was feeling ! Her titty was soft, and a little squishy, but firm at the same metre. I rubbed it through her bikini top, and we went back to our kissing. I branched out a little and kissed from her backtalk, down to her chin, then up along her jaw line to her ear. After nuzzling her ear for a import, I started kissing down her neck, still rubbing her knocker with one hand.

When my sassing moved from Tracy 's neck to the top of her breast, I stopped, and looked up at her. She smiled, shifted around a little bit, and untied the top strap of her bikini top. Then she pulled the material down & out of the way, uncovering her breast and exposing her tit for me to see. Even in the dim luminance, I almost came at the sight. She had beautiful short pink nipples, centered in somewhat darker pink ring of color, and I sat staring, spike, at the pot. I reached out a hand and cupped one of her chest in the palm of my script and felt the warmth of her tegument and the delicate hardness of her teat in my hired hand. I leaned down to snog her again, and after our lip parted, Tracy put both her script on the top of my headland and guided me down to her chest.

I gingerly kissed the skin on the rise of her breast, then flicked my natural language right up to the edge of her areola. Tracy, her hands still on my fountainhead, pulled me over a little bit until my lips grazed across her mamilla. She shuddered a short, and raised her thorax up to fill me. Not quite believing what was happening, but not wanting to move and break the spell, I continued sucking at her breast. I rolled my tongue over her mammilla and felt it move between my sass. I sneaked my left mitt up her side of meat and rubbed her right breast under my palm. I could n't consider what I was doing. This beautiful, sweet, aphrodisiac missy was letting me blow on her breast ! Right there in Sandra 's back yard !

Reluctantly, I paused for a second to contain a breath, and picked my read/write head up. I heard a interference, and looked over to the slope of the lawn where Micah and Sandra had gone. It looked like Sandra was sitting on top of Book of Micah, rocking back and Forth River. I could n't tell in the dim light, but it almost looked like Sandra was n't wearing her Bikini any more.

I looked back down into Tracy 's eye and saw her smiling. Then her smiling changed to a grin, and while I bent down to kiss her again, I was surprised by the sentience of her hand tugging at my swim short pants. Before I knew what was happening, I felt Tracy 's hired man slip down my slope and under the elastic of my waist striation ; then her fingers wriggled lower and found their way through my pubic hair, and I felt her finger wrap around my cock.

Then she squeezed. Not intemperate, just a fiddling bit. But it was the most exquisite feeling I 'd ever find. I saw star in front of my eyes, and I must have got a funny look on my human face, because Spencer Tracy stopped, sat up, and asked, `` Tom, are you okay ? ``

I just smiled at her and said, `` Yeah, '' after which she started to reach back in to grab my cock again. I leaned in, kissed her, and ran my hands down over her white meat to find the top of her bikini bottom. I hooked a fingerbreadth under the fabric and started to rub back and Forth River, when Spencer Tracy stopped this time. She sat up, gently grabbed my wrist and pulled my paw away.

'' Not tonight, '' she whispered into my ear. Then she reached into my swim proboscis again and bump my raging erection. She sort of half-squeezed, half-rubbed up and down the shaft of light with one hand, while at the Saami time laying back down and pulling me back down with the other to nest, lick and suck her beautiful little tit. We stayed like that for a few minute of arc, until I jerked a petty and sat up. Tracy saw the panic-stricken smell in my face and said, `` It 's O.K., '' then she sat up on her genu and knelt over me with her piffling tits hanging down. She kept rubbing my cock, moving a trivial faster, and with her other paw, pulled my swim automobile trunk down to let me free.

By the time she had my stopcock completely free and was openly stroking it up and down, I could n't contain myself any longer, and with a grunt I stiffened and shot my load all. The first-class honours degree jet actually shot up and hit compensate between her bosom, but the others landed a little closer to plate, sliding down the side of my cock and over her hand. Tracy grinned but kept pumping my cock, until there was nothing left.

After a second, she wiped her hand on the blanket next to me, then tucked my turncock away in my swim trunks again, and laid down next to me with her breasts, still uncovered, resting on my pectus. We stayed like that for the longest fourth dimension, sometimes kissing, sometimes stroking each other here or there, but mostly just lying future to each other, until the sound of Book of Micah clearing his throat from a slight way off brought us back to reality.

I looked up. Micah & Sandra were standing just a short bit off our blanket. They were both wrapped in towels and were holding their swim courting in their hands. They were both grinning from ear to ear as they watched us.

'' Looks like you two hit it off, after all, '' Book of Micah said. `` It 's getting kinda late. We need to get inside & get cleaned up before the girls'folks get home. ''