For the purposes of this story, I am unconditionally stipulating that the main protagonists are 18 years old by the time the story begins. There is no question that these fictional individuals were 18 years old at the time this story fictionally took place.
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Our small ski boat thrummed along through the water. I couldn't help but sport a huge grin as we slowly motored back to the docks after a terrific day on the lake. As it turned out it was one of the 3 most memorable days of my life.
It was the beginning of summer break between my 11th and 12th grade years and already quite warm for late June. I'd played football since 9th grade and was signed up for the varsity team this year, but that was still several months away. I had a part time job at a local supermarket but the days were long and it was the last summer where most of my time was my own.
My family had moved to Medfield, MA the summer before and I had gotten through my first year pretty well. I'd made some good friends. Lots of cute girls hung around the football players, and some of the guys were very confident with them. Not me; I was pretty nervous around them and didn't know what to say- typical early high school stuff.
My parents were Christian Scientists and I had been attending Sunday School since I was about 6. My family had found a cute little church in Norwood. The Sunday School was small, but there was one very cute, dark haired girl about my age named Robin. Turns out she was from Medfield too, but she was a year ahead of me in school even though she was just a month older than I. Her folks didn't go to church regularly so we would sometimes pick Robin up on Sunday mornings.
At first I was a little tongue tied sitting in the back seat with her, but as the weeks went by the conversations got lively and I found she was pretty fun. I was a typical 18 year-old with gallons of brand new hormones coursing through my veins. All of a sudden, girls had become way more than a nuisance- captivating and confusing at the same time. Robin was also very animated and laughed a lot when we talked. I noticed that she played with her hair quite a bit too. I would later discover these were sure signs of attraction in girls. I liked the way she smelled. I liked her.
We would often go for lunch after church and almost always got an ice cream sundae. I liked chocolate but she liked strawberry. Funny how little memories persist after half a century.
One Sunday, while eating our sundaes, she whispered to me that she and her best friend were having a sleepover in her best friend's back yard the next Saturday night. She said they'd have a tent and she wondered if I could sneak out and meet her there. I was a little shocked at first, but mighty pleased. Getting out of the house undetected was going to be easy. I had previously worked out how to escape from my second floor bedroom by climbing up onto the roof and shimmying down to the part of the house that was one story and climbing to the ground from there. Just as easy getting back in before the folks woke up.
The night in question was not quite a full moon. It was easy to navigate the 3 miles I had to walk, but I was nervous to be walking around at 11pm. I ducked into some bushes a couple of times when a car came toward me.
I walked down the street and looked at all the mailboxes, finally arriving at the address I was given, and quietly opened the back yard gate. By the glow of the back door light I could see the tent. It was a rope strung between two trees with blankets hung over it in a long triangular tube. I whispered "psst" and Robin stuck her head out of the end nearest me and waved me over. I moved very quickly and ducked into the tent.
At the other end of the tent was her best friend Shelly and her boyfriend Ted. They said hi. I still wasn't exactly sure what I was doing there but I knew I was probably going to like it.
At first, we were both on our knees. She was wearing a big t-shirt and what looked like flannel pajama pants. Smiling from ear to ear, she gave me a big hug. She pulled her head back and kissed me. It was our first kiss and I swear I can still taste it. It was obvious that she was pressing her obviously "unbrassiered" breasts against me- kind of wiggling back and forth against my chest. Another first for me.
"Take your shoes off and lie down," she said moving away from me. I didn't have to be asked twice. It was obvious that I was taking my orders from Robin tonight.
She immediately laid down next to me and we continued the kissing. "Open your mouth a little," she suggested. I did and she stuck her tongue past my lips. It didn't take long for me to get the idea. It was one of the most wonderful sensations ever. We probably kissed for 10 minutes before she rolled up on top of me, legs straddling my hips. In the dim light I could see her smiling down at me.
Robin sat up, took my hands and placed them on her breasts over her t-shirt. Again, it didn't take long to catch on. I wasn't going to have to humor her or seduce her. She actually WANTED me to touch her. Already a night of a lot of firsts and I wondered how many more there would be.
After a minute of this, she took my hands and guided them under her shirt. I was in heaven. After a little of this, she reached down and grabbed her shirt by the hem and pulled it off. This was all moving so fast, I was unsure how much longer I could take it. I continued fondling her now naked breasts. They were so incredibly soft. "Pinch and twist the nipples a little," she asked breathing more heavily than before.
I could only assume she knew more about this kind of thing than I did- so I obliged her. I guess I was a too delicate at first so she whispered, "A little harder." I remember wondering if it might hurt her, but she rewarded me with a moan each time I did it "right". Paying attention and listening for that moan seemed to be the key. It has served me well ever since.
All at once I remembered we weren't alone in the tent. There were also moans coming from the other end of the tent, beyond my feet. I couldn't see them but figured that if they weren't self-conscious about it, we shouldn't be either. Ted was a year older than I was and I knew him from football.
"Take your shirt off," I was commanded- in the nicest possible way- so I did. That first touch of a girl's naked torso against mine was magical and I was as hard as I'd ever been. I was certain she could feel it as she pressed her crotch against mine. We alternated between kissing- rubbing our chests together and me fondling her breasts.
She introduced me to one of the sexiest things I think a woman can do. Leaning over me, she guided her nipple to my mouth. I kissed it and she pulled back- only to bring it within reach again. I licked it this time. She squealed quietly and allowed me another lick. Then she pushed her whole breast down over my mouth and nose. I could hardly breath but I remember thinking this would be a wonderful way to die.
On one occasion when we were chest to chest kissing, I reached down and squeezed her butt pushing her hips toward mine a little harder. She seemed to like it so I continued. After a minute, I started to sneak my hand down around the inside corner toward her crotch. At that she stopped me and said there were certain things that just didn't happen this soon, and that she'd let me know when it was time. I didn't know if she meant later tonight or next week or next year.
Whenever she was sitting up with my hands on her breasts, Robin was actively rubbing her pussy against the underside of my now quite erect cock- still inside my pants. I had only a dim idea of what was down in her pants, having seen a couple of pictures, but this was the era where Playboy did not show that kind of thing.
Looking back, I'm pretty sure she orgasmed at least once from this. Thankfully, I didn't- at least until I got back home and took things in hand.
I stayed for about 3 hours, getting better and better at kissing and nipple twisting before Ted and I reluctantly took our leave and walked home at about 3am.
