It was the summer of my eighteenth year. As everybody knows, summer in New York City is hot and sticky and miserable, and this summer was especially hot. My name is Andrea and I live with my family in a small apartment in a neighborhood called Morningside Heights. It's not too far from the Columbia University campus, but it might as well be a thousand miles. The people on my street drive cabs, work in food services or low-end retail. Or they're just plain dirtbags.
On a Saturday afternoon in July it was hotter than ever. We have a couple of window air conditioners in our apartment, but it's not enough. Still hot. That day, my cousin Melanie and her mom came over. Mel's 23 now and works as a waitress. Over a year ago, when I was 16, Melanie showed me a lot of stuff that two girls can do to give each other pleasure. I guess you could say she corrupted me, but I'm not complaining. She opened up a whole new world to me and I love playing with girls now, but I've only been with one girl besides her. It's not easy to find girls who want to play. And I need to be careful because I don't want my parents to find out.
Melanie is a very sexy girl. She has dark hair like me, but her eyes are dark brown and mine are light green. She's also a lot more filled out than I am. Where I'm pretty thin and have smallish breasts, she's a lot more rounded, womanly, and has big 36D boobs. Part of me still thinks that the things we've done together are wrong—she is my cousin, after all. It's supposed to be wrong because we're family, but it feels sooooo good I can never say no to her.
It was too hot in the apartment to cook dinner, so we decided to have a picnic in Central Park. The park is only six blocks away and everybody heads there in the summer to get away from the hot streets. We were done eating and Mel and I were sitting on a blanket a little ways from where our parents sat. They were drinking beer while we girls had ice cream we bought from a vendor in the park.
As usual, Melanie was wanting to get in my pants. I was wearing loose gym shorts and she kept sliding her foot up my leg and trying to get it all the way up inside my shorts. "Andy baby," she said, "you know they'll be going out later and we can be alone." Part of me wanted to tell her no, but another part knew that I wouldn't. I could feel my panties getting wet just thinking about it.
About that time I noticed a girl walk by on the path. She was blonde and very pretty and looked lost. I was wondering how I could meet her when she came over to where Mel and I were sitting. She explained that she had just got to the city that day. She was on vacation with her family but they had got separated during a street festival. The battery in her cell phone was dead and she didn't know which hotel they were staying in. The sun was going down and she was starting to get scared. Could we help her?
I was thinking, wow she's got beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth when my mom came over and asked what was up. We found out her name was Elizabeth, Elli for short, and she was 19. Her family was visiting New York from their home in Ontario. We gave her some food and a cold drink. Elli was wearing shorts and a halter top and her body was fantastic—toned and fit, with curves in all the right places. I caught myself looking at her legs and I thought, you perv! This poor girl needs our help and all you can think about is sex!
It was all arranged in a few minutes. Elli would come back and stay with us until we could find her family. I told her to help herself to the shower and gave her one of my t-shirts to put on, and threw her clothes in the washer. Melanie was right—our parents said they were going out for a while and we should make Elli feel at home. I showered too and put on a white tank and a pair of pink string bikini panties.
