Gail, My Soul Mate
by: rockpaperscissor8
~This is based mostly on a true story. It involved a young man who is fascinated by the female form, and particularly her sexual parts. Although female anatomy might be plane and nominal in the flesh, once clothed in sexy underwear, a skirt and tight blouse, all women realize the powers they process. In this story you'll read about how men and me in particular can become slaves to our own imagination and how women use it to their own advantage. It's a tale not really discussed enough I believe, even though it's as old as human evolution. Please check the tags. It's an extreme cuckold story.
Gail lived next door to me and had a sister, Lisa, and three brothers, Chip, Paul, and Roger. Her parents had bought the house only months ago, at the beginning of summer, and it had taken all of a week for me to fall in love with her. Well, actually just infatuated with her smile and bubbly personality. Being we were the same age it seemed we were paired from the start.
There were BBQ's and pool party events in each others back yard and trips to the park where they had the typical fountains, swings and ball fields. I had gotten to know her older brother Chip and her two younger ones a little, and being the park was walking distance, we all played baseball on the grass and dirt. The girls in the neighborhood also played with us.
I got the impression that Gail and her younger sister Lisa were more Tom boys than a girly girls. Although there were times later on at home, where they'd changed from the jean shorts and loose t-shirt to a light jumper or a cotton dress. Us kids liked to play records and drink our soda's, while we talked about school and Gail about her past life back in Missouri.
Being this was Arizona and the sun always seemed to be on high beam, less a few monsoons, and the hundred plus temps, most kids wore minimal clothing. The somewhat cooler evenings were when most of our activity was planned. Meaning we played ball till dark, and occasionally went home to swim in our pool to cool off. Marco polo was a common game and fun if you didn't cheat.
My older brother Mike liked to tease Gail, and my younger sister Becky always stood up for her. I finally had to tell Mike to find a girl his own age and leave Gail alone. I think he understood that I had a crush on her. I mean I know I did, but I certainly tried to act like I didn't. She knew though because I listened to every word she spoke and often complemented her on her athletic skills.
The first time I saw her in a bikini I wasn't that impressed. I mean she looked like my sister, blonde hair, blue eyes, and hardly any boobs. I love her long thin legs though and her face had a few freckles which seemed to amaze me, if truth be told.
School started and I'd already tried out for the flag football team. It wasn't a big deal but we did practice a lot of plays so the quarterback could learn patterns. The guys on the team called me bear because I had hairy legs. I was placed as a lineman as I was one the bigger guys. Just like in PE, after practice we took showers in the open space where all the shower head turned on at the same time. I think most of us were a little shy about out little dicks.
The thing I liked about junior high was the shop classes. I tried to play a musical instrument, but it seamed like so much work I just gave up. But leather working, wood-shop, and even plastics was fun. Most the girls stayed with girls and of course the guys with their friends.
One day the biggest guy in school got in my face and I didn't back down. We all knew he'd been sent back and was older. He called me a name and I pushed him. Then in front of everyone he slapped me, and walked away. My face stung, but I was so stunned I didn't chase after him and just felt humiliated. No one else said anything either, which was nice. I was enraged internally and made a promise to myself that this would never happen again.
Luckily I had saved some money from doing landscaping, cutting weeds, etc. and bought a barbell and weight set. I had my dad build me a bench for doing presses and also used it for dumbbell lifts and curls while sitting. All and all it seemed I was getting some major muscles. My friends even started looking at me differently.
Some evenings out on our big patio, the neighbor behind us Paul, would bring over his boxing gloves and we'd play around with them. It got to a point no one wanted to spar with me. Then their was the telescope on moonlit nights, checking out the craters.
I didn't really interact with Gail too much. I'd see her in the halls now and then and we'd smile, but she'd made a lot of girl friends and they kept her busy. She wasn't in my home room where we had to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and where attendance was taken. The only class we had together was Geometry and it was a tough class as they had implemented a new curriculum, textbooks, and was the newest greatest thing in math.
It was in that class when the loud speaker barked and the principle said. "Our beloved President John F Kennedy was shot dead today in Dallas Texas. We are terminating the rest of our classes today and you all need to go home to be with your family. I am heat broken to give you this news and wish to share with you the world is in shock as he is loved world wide. Thank You. Class is dismissed."
I looked around and everyone, and I mean everyone had tears in their eyes. We all felt helpless to the tragic news. I stood up and almost fell over as I felt someone grab me and wrap their arms around me. I looked down at Gail and she was crying onto me, sobbing. I just held her and we cried together. Then she said, "What is happening to our world." and just took off and ran out of the classroom.
The school was only a half a mile from home and we used an alley wash to cut across the streets running across it. Most of us had bikes and we'd zip home in only a few minutes. When I got home my mom was watching TV and she was in tears. I'd never seen her cry before. We were all a mess.
Walter Cronkite seemed to be on TV all the time, through the whole gamut of our president's mass, his body being pulled by a horse drawn carriage down the national promenade, over to the Arlington cemetery where he was placed. Jacqueline Kennedy and her children standing on the steps of the White House was a picture I'll never forget. The twenty one gun solute was a time warp, more tears as the bugle rolled out taps for our beloved President Kennedy.
Things seemed to change. The news was now about a war in Southeast Asia. Lyndon Johnson's struggles with the congress and all that political stuff us kids could care less about. But when Summer hit, it was Gail and I talking about high school.
She had started to develop but being we saw each other almost daily it wasn't so noticeable. I do remember when we were playing a 45 record 'Come a little bit closer' by Jay and the Americans, out on our Patio and we were dancing with a few of the girls and Gail kissed me. My head felt dizzy and her hair smelled so good, but her lips felt soft and wet. My dick got so hard.
I looked down at her and she smiled as we held each other. When the song ended I had to hide my erection and turned around and found a chair. Don't think she had any idea what that first kiss meant to me. Hearing some giggling from over where Gail had gone with her friends, I felt a little embarrassed. All I knew was I liked girls.
My hormones were definitely getting to me and I had learned a few years before that my dick felt good when I rubbed it against the sheets. Then it was my hand and God did that feel good. One day I felt something I'd never felt before, I squirted, more like dribbled out some goo out of my penis. It was so weird. Over time I imagined Gail standing in front of me in her panties, watching me as I stroked my dick and she smiled as I came.
We guys talked about it and some guys were gross. The real mystery was what did it really look like. My sister was younger but I knew my brother Mike had done some things with her. He was a little strange though. Slowly over time I did get to see what a pussy looked like as my sister wasn't that secretive on how she sat or laid on the carpet to watch TV. It seemed pretty normal to me, just a crack and pink lips, but different than my own outer balls and dick. There wasn't much visible thru a bathing suit either.
Then I found her panties one day in the bathroom and was curious how she smelled. Wow, I was hooked and that was what I masturbated to from then on. My sister also had her friends over and I even went into her room and smelled one of her friends panties she'd taken off to put on a bathing suit. I was so turned on I went to my room and was jacking off when Becky's friend opened the door and stared at my hand stroking my dick. She smiled, but I freaked out and told her to get out. It was the first time my sister was used by quote, 'a friends' to get close to my brother and me.
One time we all went up to Sabino Canyon to swim in the creek that ran thru it. They had picnic tables there and my folks brought us up for lunch as Mom made sandwiches. Gail had worn loose shorts and we climbed around the boulders lining the canyon. I tried to stay close to her, but let her lead the way, and was rewarded with some nice views of her white cotton panty crotch. She had no idea, at least I didn't think so.
My Dad also had taken us to the National Parks in the summer over the years, so we stayed close to home now except for a few day trips up to Mount Lemon. Also our hunting and camping trips weren't so numerous anymore, but my dad was still an avid gun freak and even loaded his own shells.
When High School started I was on the freshman squad and again being bigger was put on the line. I was pretty fast though and could have played anything, including quarterback. What did I know? Anyway I kicked ass and was one tough dude. I pretty much went from that to wrestling, and then Track and field. Most all my friends looked up to me.
Without a car which was for sixteen year olds who had a license permit, me and my friends didn't date. We just all hung out together. We went bowling and over to Randolph Park to watch the Indians play spring training games. All and all I though we had a lot of fun.
Gail was growing into a woman and was a little shy around boys, but not around me per se. We did talk a lot and I listened well. She liked to talk about her friends and school, what she was learning in class and what subjects were I taking. She told me that her friends talked about me a lot, which I found interesting.
