The first girl I kissed was the first girl I made love with. She was my 'girlFRIEND' when we were Juniors in High School but seriously became my GIRLfriend the following year. We were both cross-over kids, not really belonging to any of the principal High School "groups." We weren't judgmental towards the stoners (we each had brothers that fit that stereotype) but weren't smokers ourselves; we weren't jocks or nerds either. We were just middle-of-the road types with good grades, nice families, lots of friends and enough homework and side jobs we didn't have a lot of free time to get in much serious trouble.
We started serious dating the summer before our Senior year. Summer nights at the beach with gangs of kids and a bonfire, walks along the dark beach, one thing leads to another and while we had kissed and caressed each other a bit, both of us were fraidycats and didn't like worrying about someone interrupting us on our walks or sitting in cars or hiding in dark parks, etc. And we certainly never got an opportunity at our homes, too many siblings and ever-vigilant parents. We had talked about sex a bit and I think we both wanted to go further, we just hadn't had the chance ... yet.
But this weekend was a special opportunity. It was summer after graduation and we were both working odd jobs picking up money for September and college. Here we were, 18, in love, invincible, on top of the world. Saturday I was cleaning the pool at the Samuelson's house over in the wealthier end of our town. Sandy was going to be taking care of their dogs that weekend too and we arranged to be at the house at the same time. Mr. Samuelson always played golf on Saturdays and Mrs. Samuelson was usually out exercising her Visa card, so we had gambled that we would have the run of the place for a few hours. Sandy was in the yard romping with the dogs, a couple of brainless but sweet old Labradors, when I arrived. I came into the back yard hauling a bunch of pool gear and the dogs, as usual, barked their fool heads off from at least 50 feet away. Brave dogs barking at a guy with a 20' aluminum pole. Pretty quick they recognized me and their entire butts were wobbling with their huge active tails. The dogs got scratches on their ears but I was headed towards their caretaker for the day. Sandy wore sneakers and a pair of jean cut-offs that really showed off her legs. Above, she wore a brief cotton tank top with what looked like a sports bra underneath. Her flat belly showed whenever she bent to wrestle one of the dogs and her golden arms, toned and tanned like her legs, were long and lovely. She was gorgeous, her ponytail flying, just a sprinkle of summer freckles across the bridge of her nose, her green eyes flashing at me and that smile, the one that could make my entire day when glimpsed for a second across a crowded locker hallway, beaming. In seconds I made the smile disappear however as she threw her arms around my neck and we kissed, soft, but long. Sandy liked to kiss softly, then peck a little, then she liked to open her mouth and REALLY kiss. We got there in a moment and with her pressed against me I was very aroused in seconds. Her breasts were crushed against my chest and my hardening penis was pushed against her belly.
"Mmmmmmm ... you feel nice," were her first words to me. She squirmed against me and hugged me tight. This girl really knew how to make me feel wonderful.
"I always love holding you," I replied. My hands slipped up under her short shirt and I felt the smooth skin of her back. Skin. Oh so arousing Sandy skin. My fingers tingled and I guess she did too as she slipped away giggling.
"You tickle!" she cried.
We teased and laughed a bit together playing with the dogs and then we agreed she should get going on their walk and I'd get going on the pool. If I made good time, I could help her wash the dogs when she got back.
I quickly got to the tasks at hand and about an hour later I was just finishing up when Sandy got back with the dogs. As I put my gear away in the truck, she got the huge washtub out of the pool shack and started running some soapy water for the dogs. We wrestled the Labs through a scrubbing and when we got the hose out to rinse them off, we got a bit frisky and sprayed each other a bit too. The dogs didn't help much with their wild shaking and splattering too. It was blazing hot so neither of us minded much, but the water was cold. Sandy's nipples, once aroused and erect, were enormous, and now; with her clothes wet and plastered to her chest, they were poking through her bra and shirt. I had my own anatomical bulges to deal with and Sandy noticed, aiming a blast from the hose right at my crotch. She kept the stream blasting my bulging swim trunks as she walked up to me purposefully and let the pressure off just as she leaned up to kiss me like before, soft, then hard. I didn't hesitate to brush my hand up her belly and chest and let my palm circle one hard nipple, then squeeze her breast. Her hand was gently squeezing the bulge in my shorts as our kiss lingered long. This was about as far as we had ever taken things before, and I was sure I could feel something different between us today. The way we had worked out the details of her offering to care for these particular dogs, arranging our meeting today, the way she was acting towards me (and me towards her) ... were we interested in going further today? I knew I was, and she sure seemed to as well.
Sandy stepped away and hollered for the dogs and tossed me a towel.
"Let's finish these guys up and then I'd love to go for a swim in that sparkling pool."
I agreed and we toweled the dogs off enough to send them into the house through the doggie door. We cleaned up the dog wash gear together and then Sandy grabbed her backpack and headed into the pool house to change. This was an incredible house. It was built up on a hillside and had no neighbors in view. The pool was huge, rock lined along the edges and had a waterfall at one end. It was off in the middle of a vast lawn (I was glad I wasn't mowing the lawn today, the Samuelson's had a service for that) about 20 yards from the house and was surrounded by palm trees and had a full changing room / shower and storage building built off to one side. There was an outdoor bar and eating area under shade, barbecue, you get the picture. Very nice. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled my t-shirt off wondering what kind of suit Sandy would have on. Now and then, when we went to pool parties or to the beach to get some sun, she would wear a bikini. Her mom (or more likely her dad) did let her own one, but it wasn't going to be on the cover of Vicky's any time soon. More often, when we went to the beach to swim and body surf or to the school pool to swim laps, she wore a competition style one piece. Nothing to complain about there, it was tight tight tight and Sandy had the loveliest body. I was betting bikini but was wrong. As I was stepping down into the water, she came out in her speedo tank and dove in at the other end of the pool. We raced a couple of lengths up and down the pool then relaxed under the waterfall for a while. She sat close to me and I let my arm rest over her shoulders, just hugging her lightly. Her hand brushed along my thigh and then she leaned into me for another long kiss. Soon, I was gently fondling her breasts again and sure enough, her nipples were hard again. This time, it was more us than cold water. Breaking our kiss, she pulled herself up to sit on my lap, facing me, her knees on either side of my thighs on the underwater bench. With her arms around my neck, we kissed some more. I gently traced her bare spine down to the edge of her swimsuit and then up to her shoulders. Just as my hands started moving forward towards her sides and her breasts, she pulled away.
"Wait," she said, paddling away in a back float. "Are you done swimming?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied, a bit confused, "I guess I'm ready to get out."
"No, no ... not get out of the pool ... just no more swimming, you know, racing, right?" she asked between pushes with her arms.
"No," I agreed, "no more racing. But I'm not done with you!" I lunged for her but she was nearly across the pool by now.
She had pulled herself up on the deck when I got to the other side but she leaned down and brushed my cheek.
"I'll be right back," she said, "you stay in the water. I'm going to change."
THAT sent my head spinning. I watched her beautiful legs and backside as she walked to the changing room and then slowly back-stroked my way to the waterfall again, wondering just what she might change into. Maybe this time it would be the bikini. Or maybe nothing at all? My youthful fantasies raged for a minute more and then she stepped out, in a bikini, but not THE bikini. The only bikini I had seen her wear before was conservative, even for a bikini. No way her parents would let her wear this one. The bottom was cut very narrow and high at her hips with ties on either side. The bra was two little triangles of fabric with strings. Her breasts spilled out the sides. She gracefully walked all the way around the pool and then turned to step down on the bench where I was sitting. I'm sure she turned away from me just so I could see the back of the suit. Well, more like it, so I could see that there wasn't a back there. Two strings each tied at her neck and in the center of her back and just another string going up between her beautiful buns. My girl in a thong bikini. In the pool, sliding over to sit next to me in a deserted back yard on a beautiful sunny summer day all alone. It's amazing I didn't just explode right then and there.
Sandy went right back where she had been before, kneeling above my lap.
"Do you like it?"
"The suit? Oh yeah," I agreed, loving the way her eyes were twinkling but desperately wanting to stare at her barely covered breasts. "Where did you get it?"
'Victoria's Secret," she replied seductively. She reached back behind me and encouraged me to slouch a bit, pulling my butt away from the side of the pool and towards the edge of the seat.
'Your folks don't know about this one, do they?"
"No they don't," she smiled at me, "my summer money, and hand wash only."
Then she snuggled herself up against me and went back to kissing me, not at all softly this time. She pressed her thong-clad mound into my crotch and I shifted a bit to point my fully hard cock up towards my belly button. She started grinding in earnest after a moment and I took the opportunity to caress her firm breasts through the thin swimsuit fabric. I had to catch my breath and pulled my mouth away to kiss at her neck and shoulders a moment. Enjoying the taste of her skin I continued down along her arm to the side of her breast, over the top, along her collarbones, right up to the very edges of those little triangles. Then I gently nipped one hard little nub with my lips through her suit. I flicked it with my tongue and she pulled my head into her breast firmly. She was moaning a little now, her breaths audible and ragged. Her legs were spread wide and she was grinding her hips into me forcefully.
"You're going to make me come," I panted, my face pressed against her breasts.
"Me ... too ... now," she panted right back, her fingers gripping my hair. I maneuvered the tiny patches of fabric of her swimsuit aside and sucked one tiny, hard nipple into my mouth, savoring the texture of the bumpy areola, the smooth hardness of the nipple. Sucking gently at first, then hungrily, it seemed to push her over the edge. She was sliding her mound up and down the length of my hard cock, still stuck underneath my swimsuit, and I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. In moments, her hard nub still in my lips, she reached what seemed to have been an amazing orgasm. I was soon to learn that this was just normal operations for this exquisite girl. My own climax was right behind, by far the best I'd ever enjoyed. I was thrusting up to meet her rather forcefully and there were waves in the pool from our motions. We held each other tight as my ejaculation coursed through me, my hands now on her bare bottom, pulling her into me. I only then started thinking about her knees.
"Oh my," I reached under her legs to her knees, rubbing them gently, "are you all right?"
"Never better," she replied, her hands tenderly holding my face. She leaned down and we kissed, softly this time.
"But your knees on this rough pool surface...?"
"Hey, I was just floating there pulling myself into you, they weren't even touching most of the time!" She smiled at me, those twinkling eyes even more shining than usual. Was that possible?
"That was really wonderful," I whispered, kissing her ear and neck.
"Mmmmmmm...yes, better than I've ever felt."
"Sun now," she said a few moments later, standing up and stepping over me out of the pool. I followed her to the pool house where we gathered towels. We moved over to the deck area and draped our towels over a couple of the lounges and laid down on our sides, facing each other. Somewhere along the way she had tucked her breasts into her swimsuit again. I pouted and looked longingly at her chest.
"What?" she asked, looking down at her breasts.
