I had pretty much known Stephanie all my life. Growing up together, we had been best of friends through public school, and more than friends during high school. We had common interests and common goals. The closest we ever came to dating was going together to the senior high school prom, and neither of us dated anyone else. I think you could have described our relationship as intensely platonic, as we were often inseparable.
The summer after high school was a wonderfully enjoyable time for us. I worked at a small local business, and Stephanie had a job at a local day camp. Evenings and weekends, we explored our countryside, often by bicycle, and we swam in the local quarry. I think it was here that I started seeing Stephanie differently. Swimming behind her in the crystal clear water gave me a perspective I hadn't previously considered, and it was quite the perspective!
She was no longer the slightly pudgy, mousy-haired best buddy of mine. She had shot up to a svelte and willowy five foot seven, with an athletic frame and small, perky breasts, the perfect foil for my six-foot-one-inch frame. Her hair dipped just below her shoulder blades and had this golden reddish hue to it when the sun caught it in the right light.
Swimming showcased her long legs, and exposed some of her parts which I had never seen close up, and at angles which would have been considered totally inappropriate in any other circumstances.
I realized that she was gorgeous, by anyone's definition, and I loved the things I could see in her that others would miss: I loved the way she would jut her chin out when she became assertive, the way it would go in the opposite direction when she was upset or afraid of something. I adored her big eyes which spoke volumes about her moods. They were the windows to her soul, and the blinds were never shut to me. I loved her smile that could light up a room, and steal my heart. I loved how she seemed to float when she walked, and when she ran.
When I got close to her, her smell distracted me from whatever I had been doing. She would brush against me in the most innocent of ways, and I would find my heart pounding while I held my breath.
We had several "dates" that were pretty much non-events, but we both knew that a new chapter was close on the horizon.
Our first kiss was seemingly by accident, and we came together inadvertently, and she turned her head up to kiss me on the lips. She lingered a bit, and we both felt embarrassed by this change in our behaviour. I certainly didn't stop us from trying again and experimenting with lips on lips, tongue flicks, and oral explorations. We progressed slowly to touching each other, cautiously at first, and them more boldly, as we both realized that this is where we both wanted our relationship to go.
I had my hands all over Stephanie, and hers were all over me, but always with a chaperone of clothing accompanying us.
The summer activities climaxed with a swim one evening in the quarry. It was just before dusk and we had been necking, teasing each other, and we were considering heading home when she sidled up beside me and looked over at me with an expression I couldn't quite place.
"Have you ever skinny dipped?" She whispered as she leaned into me. "There is no-one else around, so I thought now might be a good time!"
I choked. I couldn't get any words out, spluttering stupidly. How many times had I played this scenario in my head, only to totally freeze when there was a real possibility of it happening.
Stephanie pushed against my arm with hers. "A cat got your tongue?" She giggled. "I promise to be good, let's go in right now."
She jumped up, pulled my hand, and we were in the deep end immediately. Treading water, she smiled at me, and one of her hands came up with her bikini top in it. She tossed it lightly on the rocky ledge where we had been sitting.
"Your turn," and she grinned at me.
Now taking off your top might be easy while treading water, but taking off a pair of shorts is a slightly more challenging proposition, especially with an erect flagpole running interference. After a couple of underwater summersaults, I had mission accomplished and flashed the shorts above my head to signal my success and tossed them onto of her bikini top.
Stephanie laughed at me, and said, "I think I've changed my mind," and she started swimming away from me. With that began the chase, and because we were fairly evenly matched, it took me a while to finally grab a flailing foot. I pulled her towards me, and we splashed shamelessly together for a few moments.
Treading water again, she moved closer, and gently kissed me on the lips.
"You are really a sweetheart," she whispered, "and I have always loved you." She waved her bottoms in my nose, and they too disappeared onto the rocky shore.
You can't get too intimate while treading water, but there was a lot of frolicking and splashing over the next little while. I could only see her underwater, and Stephanie moved and swerved to make it quite the challenge. I would clutch at her, and she would twist out of my grasp, zigging and zagging up or down easily.
She was like a seal, slippery and wet, and I could not get a hold of her, yet our bodies collided time and again, with her breasts sliding over me, and her groin mashing up against my legs or back.
"You are an evil tease!" I called to her, and she swam at me, lunging up to wrap her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.
"Yes I am," she replied with the same vigour, kissing me as she rubbed her groin hard into me, her unguarded pussy wide open and against my shrunken member. She paused, kissed me more as I felt the first throbs in my cock against her mound. She then slowly and deliberately rubbed her pussy against me some more.
I had one foot perched precariously on a rocky underwater ledge, and I pushed water behind me with one arm in an effort to stay upright and push back into Stephanie. I wrapped my other arm around her waist in a desperate attempt to pull her closer. I could feel myself rising to meet her, and as my cock brushed her open lips, I thrust into her soft underparts. What I thought was going to be the joining of our physical selves into a metaphorical 'one' became chaos, as we became rapidly unbalanced and slipped under the water, thrashing and gasping in a confused mess of flailing limbs and appendages. She pushed me away laughing and spluttering, and it was minutes before I even got close to her again.
Finally, I had her cornered near out wet swimwear, at the edge of the quarry where we could put our feet on a firm ledge, and I managed to corral her in my arms. She looked into my face and kissed me intently, her lips on mine, and her tongue teasing the end of my tongue. She launched herself onto me again, legs around my waist this time, holding her to me. I could feel her furry pussy on my pubis as she reached down below her bottom, and touched my again now soft, cold and retracted member. She cupped her hand around my scrotum and wondered where my balls had gone to.
