This "story" is just that -- a fictional accidental first time encounter between two young (over 18) close friends. I hope you enjoy, and have strived to make it a more "real life" scenario and thus less "action packed". If I receive positive comments I will try to continue the saga.
We had been best friends since middle school. I remember teasing you, pulling your long brown braided twin hair tails that snaked half way down your back. You were always a cute thin tough tomboy, and although not related most of our friends called us brother/sister because we always hung out together, did homework together, helped each other with chores, lived only a block away and were "best" friends. In the summer we used to play sports together, you always held your own in games with the "guys" and we would often go swimming in the old swimming hole, sometimes with others but often by ourselves. I wore my usual baggy swim trunks, you usually wore a simple two-piece suit, although sometimes when no one else was around, at night we would swim in our undies. You would swim in your plain white panties and a T shirt because you never wore a bra with nothing on top to contain. Those were care free fun days.
As we grew older we stayed close friends, but never "dated", still did homework together, and helped each other with chores. We were both kind of shy (except around each other), and so we only dated in groups going to dances with friends, but neither of us had an actual boy/girl friend. We shared our secrets told each other who we had a crush on, I had the hots for a cheerleader, you a football star flanker who scored most of the touchdowns. We never considered each other as the opposite sex even though we were both very aware of our differences, but just did not think of each other that way.
Even in our senior year, you still were thin flat chested, a small A cup, long dark brown hair, about 5' 6' tall and in good shape, running and swimming with an interest in the arts especially sketching. You had beautiful eyes, a captivating smile, and could always make me laugh. I maintained my nerdy math, computer, and science interests, was thin 5' 10" tall, long blond hair blue eyes and stayed fit, biking, playing sports with friends and of course swimming all summer. Whenever you were down or hurting from a fight with a girlfriend or cramps from your period, I was there for support, sometimes just holding you telling you it was all ok, things would be better, and finally after ribbing you, your lips would curl into that classic impish smile. You were always there for me too, brightening my day when I was in a bad mood, giving me a hug when I won the science fair, and offering advice/support when I had a disagreement with my parents or friends.
My name is Eric and for my eighteenth birthday I received a small (350cc) second hand used motorcycle, which for me was a dream come true. For your eighteenth, which followed only three days after mine, you Val, received your dream sketching set. As summer set in we would still frequent our swimming hole, talk about plans for college with you often sketching me in my undies still wet from swimming. This would sometimes make me blush, because of the semi hard on and associated slight tent I would get looking at you in your wet "T shirt" and panty briefs. Even though you had little on top, because you still never wore a bra, I could see your hard nipples peaking through and sometimes see the outline of your volva thru the wet panties. This in turn would make you blush realizing what I could see, and how it affected me, but you would just flash that smile and keep sketching. You further embarrassed me one time, by including my "bulge" in your sketch, with a devilish grin on your face. All though we never discussed it in detail we both knew the impact any semi nude image of the opposite sex had on each other but were almost afraid to think of each other that way, not wanting to spoil the special relationship we had developed, and not sure how the other felt. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to "explore" each other, afraid we would upset or offend each other.
This all started to unravel four weeks after I got my motorcycle and only two weeks into the summer. I was on my way back from the store, when I was blind sided by a hit and run car that ran a stop sign, throwing me off my bike tumbling across the road. When I awoke in the hospital, I had two broken arms in casts, one broken leg, a lot of scratches, and a bad headache. My mom was there, my dad at work, and you with tears in your eyes. I was released from the hospital four days latter, but bed ridden for at least a few weeks, fairly helpless to feed bath or even go to the bathroom. My mom and dad worried how they would care for me those first weeks, they both worked, and we could not afford a live in nurse. You of course calmly stated you were free for the summer, and would help without thinking of the compilations this might present. My parents accepted your offer, also without thinking of the potential issues that might arise, because they new and trusted you, and it solved their dilemma. I was still groggy, feeling no pain, happy to be alive and thus also not thinking clearly at the time, and would have spent most of the summer with you anyway.
