This is a continuation of Lisa's story "Hot Summer Day"
I wish I could tell you how skinny dipping with my cousin and her boyfriend, and witnessing my first handjob, was the beginning of my sexual awakening and a summer of unbridled teenage sex. Sadly, though, Tracy never invited me to join her on any more escapades, so I settled into a pleasant summer of work and farm chores.
On the plus side, I used my memory of that hot summer day to induce my very first orgasm. I had masturbated a few times in the past but never quite made it over the top. That day however, even though my underwear quickly dried in the sun, my panties remained damp with my arousal.
That evening, as soon as it seemed reasonable to head upstairs to bed, I excused myself to my room, stripped down and let my hand wander down to my dripping pussy as I relived that mornings' experience. I was wishing I had accepted Tracy's offer to touch Brad's cock and was so caught up in my fantasy of being the one to make him cum that I didn't notice my own building orgasm.
It hit quickly and so intensely I didn't have time to stifle myself. I think I gasped, then began to moan loudly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Even after it ended and I gently massaged my mound I was oblivious of everything except the afterglow of pleasure I had never experienced or imagined.
That is until there was a knock at my bedroom door and my cousin Tracy said, "Everything OK in there?"
"Um, yeah," I said, "I, uh, just stubbed my toe."
"Right," she said with a chuckle. "You go girl!"
I was mortified that she knew what I had been doing but she left it at that. The next morning she gave me a knowing wink but never spoke of it again. But my new found orgasming became an almost daily event after that.
Summer ended and I headed home for a week before college started. My friend David and I immediately met up for pizza and a chance for him to regale me with all the local gossip from the summer gone by.
He had tried, unsuccessfully, to lose his virginity but confessed that he had gotten to third base with Allie McKendricks. She had a reputation of being easy but David hadn't managed to get her to come across.
"Not even a handjob?" I asked.
David shook his head sadly. "Nope," he said. "The only action I got all summer was from my own right hand. Although I did use my left a few times, just for variety."
I giggled.
"Too much information?" he asked.
"Not at all," I said, "I love that we can talk about anything. Speaking of which . . ." I looked down at my plate demurely.
"What?" he said.
"Well, I was offered the chance to give a handjob." I said.
Then I proceeded to tell him all about my experience with Tracy and Brad.
"Holy shit!" David said. "That's really hot!"
"Oh?" I said. "Getting turned on?"
"Maybe a little," he said sheepishly.
I laughed and finished my last bite of pizza.
"So can I ask you something of a, well . . . of a personal nature?" I said.
"Of course."
"When you do it, you know, when you jack . . . I can't believe I'm asking you this. When you, um, masturbate how far does your stuff, you know, your cum . . . how far does it shoot?"
"It varies," he said.
"Brad's hit him in the chin," I said. "I've heard that it spurts out and all, but I didn't think if could go that far."
David laughed. "One time I got myself in the eye," he said. "But sometimes it just kind of oozes out".
"Does it feel different if you shoot or ooze?"
"Not really. I mean some orgasms are stronger than others I guess, but the distance I cum doesn't seem to influence the intensity all that much".
Then later that evening while watching a movie we'd rented, Bad Girls with Drew Barrymore, there was a scene where a bunch of girls are skinny dipping in a river.
David paused the movie and said, "Is that how it was with you and Tracy?"
"Not quite." I smiled. "I mean, Tracy kind of has Drew Barrymore's body I guess but the water was cold so we didn't stay in too long. And there was no playful splashing. And my boobs never saw the light of day."
"Tracy looks like Drew Barrymore?"
"No," I said, "I said their bodies are similar. Tracy isn't as pretty and she has dark hair and -- wait a minute. Are you going to jack off later thinking about my cousin and me skinny dipping?"
"Well, technically you weren't skinny dipping."
"Answer my question!"
"Truth? Yeah, probably."
"Thought so, perv!" I laughed and hit him with a pillow.
David started the movie again but after a couple of minutes it was my turn to pause it. He looked at me.
"So, I'm just gonna put this out there," I said. "I was just thinking that since you're planning to, well you know, pleasure yourself later. And since there's a pretty good chance that it might involve thoughts of me in my bra and panties . . ."
"Yes . . .?"
"Well, I just thought maybe you should let me watch."
"Seriously?"
"Yes. And I would be willing to provide you with some, um, inspiration."
"You'd let me see you naked!" His eyes went wide.
"No!" I said quickly. "I meant in my underwear."
"Oh."
"Don't look so disappointed," I said. I paused then added, "I'll tell you what. I might let you see me naked if . . .".
"If what?"
"If you let me, you know, if you let me do it".
"It?!"
"Whoa, down boy!" I said. "Not 'it' it. I meant if you let me, well . . . jack you off."
"Uh, yeah! Right now? My parents won't be home from work for another hour."
"What about the movie?" I asked, smiling.
"I don't think I can concentrate on a movie right now," he said as he turned off the tv.
A couple of minutes later we were upstairs in his bedroom, standing a few feet apart from one another and neither of us knowing what the next move should be. Finally I said:
"I think for this to happen you have to lose those pants."
"You first," David said. He had look in his eye I'd never seen before. In retrospect I guess it was lust, but I'd never been lusted over before so it was new, and a little unnerving to me.
"Fine," I said. And before I could chicken out, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, then unzipped and stepped out of my jean shorts, as gracefully as I could. I stood there with my arms wrapped around myself as if I was cold. "Now you."
"You said I could see you naked," he protested. "I've seen you in a bathing suit before."
"We'll get there, hotshot," I smiled. "But first take off hose jeans. And your t-shirt. I want to see those abs of steel."
Now David definitely did not have abs. He was tall and thin. Lanky. I mean he looked good, but no particular muscle tone. He rolled his eyes then proceeded to peel off his t-shirt. He unbuttoned his jeans then looked up at me.
"This is really happening?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm still game if you are."
He nodded seriously then unzipped his blue jeans and stepped out of them, much less gracefully than me I might add. I remember he wore light blue briefs and his erection was pretty obvious. I licked my lips nervously.
"Ok," I said, "on the count of three we both strip right down. 1-2-3!"
I pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, spun it around and unhooked it. As I dropped it to the floor I looked at David and he was standing there, wide-eyed, still in his underwear, with a wet spot forming on the front. I put my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and nodded at him. Then in unison we both pulled down our underwear and kicked them to the side.
My breath caught in my throat. His cock was standing proud and pulsating . Like Brad, David was uncircumcised and even with a hard on his foreskin was mostly over the head. Just the tip was exposed and it glistened with precum.
"I'm going to touch it now," I said as I stepped towards him.
"Ok," he said.
"It's so warm," I said. I looked at his face and he was holding his breath and eyes were squeezed shut. "Are you alright, am I hurting you?" I asked.
