Judy and I had been best friends since the fourth grade. I was the new kid in school and she was the shy bookworm who knew all the answers and finished all the assignments before anyone else even knew what the assignment was.
We lived two blocks from one another. I'd walk (or ride my bike after I got one) and spend afternoons, weekend days and sometimes evenings at her house. We'd study, talk, laugh or just sit quietly with one another. She'd read a book and I'd toss a baseball up and catch it in my new glove. We didn't have to say anything or do anything -- we were good enough friends to know it was okay not to talk.
I guess we were in junior high before I noticed she was a girl. Well, I knew she was a girl all along but I didn't take note of the difference between she and I until we were about to enter high school. It seemed like something we should talk about.
"Hey," I said one afternoon when we were sitting in her room listening to music. "Are you okay with being a girl?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking up from the book she'd been reading. "How could I be anything other than what I am?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I just meant does the difference between you and me bother you? Will we still be best friends when all the high school guys are hitting on you for dates and stuff?"
"You're crazy," she laughed. "I haven't exactly been swept off my feet by a posse of prince charmings - or is that princes charming? - in junior high so I don't know why it would all of a sudden happen in high school."
"Because you're really pretty," I said, stumbling over the words as I tried to tell her how I had felt since I had noticed her femininity. "Maybe the reason all those prince guys aren't falling all over you now is 'cause they're like me and they haven't really noticed how awesome you are."
Her soft cheeks darkened with a blush and her long lashes fluttered over her cobalt blue eyes. "I have loved you as a friend since fourth grade," she said, "and now I love you for the wonderful things you say to make me feel good. If I never hear a compliment from another guy this one will be enough for a lifetime."
From that point on, our relationship changed. We were no longer the gangly, gawky kids who hung around together and watched clouds and talked about what they'd do when they grew up. We still had those kinds of conversations, but we more frequently were content just to be together. I found myself listening to her soft breathing, watching the sun sift through her silky hair and wondering if she knew just how beautiful she was.
Through high school, we remained friends even when activities and personal preferences drew us apart and cast us into groups the other of us didn't really like. She dated friends in her crowd and I dated girls in mine but I never found anyone who could make time stand still like she did. Our cherished talks and times together grew fewer and fewer, but both of us treasured the times we were able to connect. On one of those days toward the end of our senior year, we had a conversation like our junior high talk that changed us forever.
We were in her room. She was stretched on the bed, reading a book I had given her for her 18th birthday. I was leaning against the headboard, eyes half closed as I listened to music and allowed myself not to think about anything. "Are you going to the prom?" she asked. The question came at me from left field and I didn't immediately respond. "Well, are you going? It's not like I really care or anything but I just wondered," she said, her cheeks burnished and her brow furrowed.
"I'm sorry," I finally responded. "I was off somewhere and the question kinda caught me by surprise. Besides, if I was going to the prom, don't you think you'd be the first to know?"
"What do you mean?" she said. "How would I know?"
"Well, if I was going to the prom it would be with you. And I'd have already asked you," I said. "I'm not crazy about those kinds of things as you well know, and the only way I'd ever go was if I could take the most beautiful senior in school."
Before I knew it, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. My face was suddenly on fire and it spread rapidly through my inexperienced body. I couldn't believe that a light touch of her lips on my cheek could make my male organ spring into life and begin growing. I was wrestling with that concept when I realized she was still leaning forward near me, watching my reaction to her kiss. Without thinking twice, I put my arms out and pulled her toward me, pressing my lips to hers in an awkward first kiss. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure it would burst out of my chest and I felt her heart beating rapidly too. I felt something else - her round, firm breasts were pushing into my chest, another new feeling I was going to have to figure out. Her breasts were electric when they touched my chest.
She pulled back slightly from our kiss and looked at me through half-lidded eyes. "Wow! Why have we wasted 18 years without doing THAT! You are the absolute best kisser ever!" With that she curled up in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my head down for another long kiss. I felt her lips part slightly and her tongue trace the outline of my mouth. I didn't know whether my heart would tear through my shirt or my hard-on would tear through my pants first. And I was sure she could feel my throbbing member on her hip, which was pressed firmly against my hardness.
But I just wanted to keep kissing. I opened my mouth slightly and her tongue darted in, hot, soft and wet as it probed every corner of my mouth. Our tongues began jousting and she retreated but I followed, pushing my tongue into her mouth as the fever increased. She closed her lips around it and sucked lightly as I lost my mind and had my first female-induced ejaculation. Unfortunately, my cock was still in my boxers so I just got a hot, wet, sticky load of cum in my pants.
She pressed against me. Her breasts strained against my chest and as I wrapped my arms around her to pull her toward me I could feel her soft, slim back. My sense of awareness was greatly heightened and I began reacting as a male reacts, my hands moving down her back to her slim hips and tight young butt. I felt the hollow of her back as my hands drifted over the waistband of her jeans and down her butt. She began to push away but stopped as my hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her against me. "Don't go too far," she whispered. "I know we both want to but it's not the right time yet." I contented myself with tracing her butt cheeks to her thighs and down her legs. We kissed most of the afternoon until her mother called that dinner was ready. "Are you coming?" she shouted. If only she knew.
We went to the prom. She was easily the most beautiful girl there, tall and slender in a low-backed, halter-top teal gown that caressed her body like I wanted to do. I don't think she was wearing anything under the dress because it fit so snugly on her body that underwear would have shown through. But I wasn't complaining and neither were the guys who kept staring at her all night. Several asked her to dance but she politely refused, saying she was with me. I was so proud I thought my cummerbund would pop. While most of the kids left the prom for all-night parties at homes or local hotels, I asked if she'd just like to go out to the lake and talk. "I can't think of anything more beautiful," she said. "I can," I said, "and she went to the prom with me." She kissed me again, her soft warm lips igniting deep passion in me.
As we got out of the car at the lake, I tossed my coat, tie and cummerbund into the back seat. "I don't need those now," I said. She reached behind her neck - I thought she was going to let down her hair - and in one move let her dress pool at her feet. "I don't need that now, either," she said, her eyes dancing as I stared at her nude body. Not hesitating, I scrambled out of my clothes and we walked hand in hand to the lake in our birthday suits. I didn't dare put my arm around her because I knew if I touched that sleek skin I'd never stop. And I didn't want to risk losing my absolute best friend.
We sat at the shore, watching the moonlight dance across the water. "Are you going to kiss me?" she said. "If you don't, I'll be forced to rape you."