It was getting to the end of summer, long hot days spent outdoors; fall would be here soon with a crispness in the air and shorter days.
Bob and his buds, Bubba and Jake the Snake had been down by the hill working on Bubba's old truck. Seems like every kid in the town was there; kids of all ages on skateboards, bicycles and in-line skates. School would be starting back soon and it was like everyone was trying to squeeze the last of the summer out. Bob and his friends would be going to the local junior college and while they were excited to finally be getting out of high school, they were scared shitless though no one would admit it. They were finally 18 years old and didn't have a clue what they wanted to do with their lives. But the did know they wanted to go off to college no longer virgins.
This day was hotter than hell. Probably no hotter than any other day but it certainly felt like it. Bob and his friends watched the girls in halter tops, some with the beginnings of breasts showing, little bumps under material that left nothing to the imagination, some girls who were fully developed with large breasts bouncing and swaying as they traversed the hill and rode down the bumpy terrain. It was a voyeur's dream. Titties bouncing everywhere. There were plenty of girls there from Bob and his friends graduating class, laying out in tiny bathing suits on blankets in the grass. It was the source of constant hard ons.
One such girl, Jean, always caught their eye. Jean was actually Bob's cousin on his mother's side though most people didn't know this. Jean was a red head, a year or two older than Bob and was home from college for the summer and was fully developed with large, milky white breasts. Or at least Bob imagined them to be milky white; he had never actually seen them but he had fantasized about them often. Jean would sometimes come spend the night with Bob's older sister, Sharon. Bob would get little sleep on those nights, thinking and jerking off to thoughts of Jean and Sharon sharing a bed together. Typical horny boy bullshit. This had been going on since Bob was about 13. Once Sharon caught Bob trying to catch a peek of Jean as she was getting in the shower. Sharon had threatened to tell their mother and made Bob give her $5.00 to keep quiet.
On this particular day, as Bob and his friends were leaving the hill in search of something cold to drink and maybe a trip to Miller's Lake for a quick dip, Jean came up along side of Bob as they were loading their tools back jn Bubba's piece of shit truck and starting talking to him. Bob thinks he responded back but wasn't real sure and if he did, he wasn't real sure he spoke back in English. It coulda been pig-latin for all he knew. The blood rushed to his head, well, both heads actually and he felt weak in his knees. Jean talked and Bob just nodded his head like an idiot. Before he knew it, he, Bubba and Jake the Snake were following behind Jean as she veered off the dirt road and down a well worn trail that led out into Johnson's woods. Who needed a truck when you could follow this beautiful girl?
Shortly they came to this old cabin of sorts that was now used as storage for old lawn equipment owned by the County. The kind of place old lawn equipment went to die. Seldom did anyone come out here except to dump more broken equipment and occasionally someone came to weed eat around the building. It used to be a place where kids came at night to drink beer and smoke weed but after the Sheriff's Office beefed up patrols in the area, the kids moved on to a new locale.
