Doris told us the tale of how she and a boy next door discovered over a short period in the summer of 1961 the fun you can have learning about the mechanics of sex. Things were not as sophisticated nor young people as forward as today. Her story sounds quite naive by today's standards I have broken it into three parts and I have called her story...
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It was around 1961, I was at Technical College, at nineteen, this would be the last summer holiday before starting work. In those days I suppose we were quite naive. We knew a bit about the facts of life, I knew that cocks and pussies made babies but I didn't know much more than that. Not the hows and things. I don't really know if most girls of my age were as innocent as me or if I was just particularly dim about these things. Jeff, was no different he was as inexperienced as me.
We lived in a small town, like some of the rest of you we lived in a local authority house, it was smart and clean and we had it new. The area was quite nice, plenty of wide open spaces and no one really to bother us youngsters. I wasn't alone; I had two much older brothers and an older sister. I was the baby of the family, for company, I had the other kids in the area.
Next door lived a family with all boys, my favourite was Jeff, we were about the same age, we would walk or cycle to the Tech together, and generally I suppose he was my 'Best Friend'.
Of course, in the holidays we used to get about together, if it was fine we were off across the fields, down by the river, up to recreation ground, anywhere we could be alone.
Nothing happened, we were just silly, you know, holding hands and having fun together. One hundred percent truthfully it was all innocent. When we were away from home, if we wanted the toilet, you know, for a pee, the other would keep a look out. With our back turned while the duty was performed.
The Jeff's family went on holiday to visit relatives, and for extra accommodation they took one of those old ridge tents. I of course was lost without Jeff for company and spent a lot of time indoors in my room, listening to records. My parents and older sister were all at work, and my brothers no longer lived at home. I just spent my time waiting for Jeff to return and dreaming of love. You know, the soft lovey things us young girls used to dream of.
Things soon got back to normal once Jeff and his brothers returned. The other boys got on with their interests, and Jeff and I got back to our lives unhindered.
One day the tent had been erected in the field near our houses. In those days there was no great problem with thieving and vandalism, so it was safe to leave.
Jeff came out.
"Hello Doris, want to do something?"
"Yeah... what shall we do?"
"Go down the river?"
"Might as well."
Off we went down to wander along the river bank. I know, as we went off that Jeff's mum saw us go, we waved from the corner...and I know she and other neighbours used to call us 'Nancy and Sluggo' after two characters in a comic. We didn't care!
"What was it like?"
"What?"
"Sleeping in the tent."
"Oh alright."
"Wasn't it cold?"
"Nope."
We lay on the riverbank and dangled our feet in the cool running water for a long time, gazing up at the blue sky and the gleaming towering clouds. Making out various imagined shapes, castles in the air as you might say. There was the odd aeroplane, and in the distance the chuff-chuff and whistle of the local train disturbed the bird song.
"I want to pee. Where shall I go?"
"When we were on holiday, our cousin wanted to pee." We were both looking round for a suitable place.
"Where did she go then?"
"She didn't, she just did it there."
"Did you see her...you know what?" "Nope...she just sat there, and pulled her knickers to the side and did it."
"What, right next to you?"
"Yep, right there."
"Well I am going behind that tree. Are you going to watch out for me?"
I got up, and went on the bank side of the Willow. Jeff stood with his back to me watching for anyone who may pass. I put my hands up my dress, pulled my knickers down and squatted, splashing the grass with my pee. Jeff turned round as I was pulling my knickers back up.
"You were watching me," I accused.
"No...no, I wasn't...honest."
I smoothed down my dress and we went back to bank, sitting and watching the tiddlers darting hither and thither, and the occasional crayfish scuttling by. Now and again there was a small trout, but mostly it was minnows.
I lay back, stretching my arms up above my head. I was conscious of the top button of my v-neck bodice popping open. Jeff was looking in my direction, at the river, at the sky, at the trees at wild daisies and buttercups, any where but not at me. I looked down, my bodice was gaping slightly and my white cotton bra was peeping through. It gave me a strange sensation, sort of like a thrill.
Jeff lay down beside me, he lay on his side propping himself up on his elbow. Just looking, chewing a stem of the lush grass, occasionally spitting out the debris.
I turned my head to face him, now looking at me, he was looking at my bra, and once again I felt that thrill. A sort of tingling in my lower regions, not altogether unpleasant.
"What are you looking at?"
"Your dress is a bit open."
"Is it?" I Looked down. I could see my bra.
"Yep."
"Are you looking at my bra?"
"Sort of."
"Can you button my dress for me? I am comfortable like this."
Jeff reached across me and fumbled trying to button me.
"You may need to use both hands."
He closed the button and leaned back on his elbow. Then rolled onto his back, a slight bulge was filling out the front of his shorts. We lay, not speaking, not unusual for us, listening to the world around us. The old Fordson tractor, the railway, the birds twittering and the grasshoppers chirruping as we just stared up at the sky.
"I need to pee."
"Where are you going?"
"Same place as you, silly, are you going to look out for me?"
"Of course."
Jeff stepped behind the tree, I guessed that he was pulling up the leg of his shorts to pull out his cock, I could see the arch of pee coming from behind the tree he was clearly aiming it up into the air, the soft breeze scattering it a bit as it sprinkled down into the grass away from where we had been lying. I, for the first time did not honour our unspoken no peeping agreement. It was fascinating to see Jeff pee. I envied the way he was able to waggle his cock around making patterns with his pee.
Dawdling, wandering home near tea time we were hand in hand as usual, but this time, it was somehow different, I was actually holding the hand that had held his cock. How stupid does that sound now! I felt so guilty, so thrilled at having seen something I wasn't supposed to it was a strange feeling, and you know, in our innocence I was passionately in love with Jeff, I just adored him I was so far gone with my feeling for him at that moment I was nearly sick.
My mum though I was unwell because I didn't want to eat my tea, I usually had a good appetite.
The following day we woke to steady rain. I heard next door's gate go as I lay in my bed. Jeff was home from his paper round. I had a fitful night, my head filled with thoughts, some I didn't understand, strange feelings with Jeff and his cock in the middle of them. The more thoughts of Jeff I had the more I wanted to do naughty things with him. But what? I wasn't sure but it did involve my body and his, that I was sure of. I also knew that 'nice' girls didn't do things with boys. Maybe, because I wanted to, even things I didn't know, maybe I wasn't a 'nice' girl.
I dressed in bra and pants, cotton bra, but for whatever reason transparent nylon knickers. One of last years white blouses, my mum said I should wear them for knocking around at home. I wasn't a particularly big girl but they were a bit tight, but other than that there was nothing wrong with them and a light summer skirt.
I knocked the door at Jeff's house.
"Come on in Nancy," his mum called out.
I went red, I know I did. She was teasing but I still went red. I hugged my back to the wall as I slid into the house.
"What are you two getting up to today?"
