June 1989 (Miranda.)
I had just turned nineteen and had never really been all that interested in girls before. Sure I had had the occasional fantasy about them while jerking but the fantasies were not about kisses or touching their budding breasts or even about fucking them. Instead the fantasies were, as I now know, much darker and much more depraved.
There was especially this one girl that had caught the attention of my fantasies. Her name was Miranda. She was about a year younger than me, had fiery red hair cut short in an almost boyish style. She was kind of tall for her age, just a few inches shorter than me in fact. Her body was slender, almost skinny. Her skin was pale and freckled all over. Her breasts were barely visible beneath her t-shirts. It would be a lie to say that she was beautiful though there was a kind of rough tomboyish charm about her. As I remember it she didn't really have all that many friends at school and she always walked home alone.
It was the end of June 1989 and her parents had rented the cottage just a quarter of a mile from the one my mum had rented for the summer. I had been reluctant to go at all but mum wouldn't take no for an answer so I stacked up on books from the library, taped something like a third of my record collection and demanded mum got me a Walkman. I was planning to spend the summer entrenched in a world of literature and music.
We arrived at the one bedroom cottage, in which there was just the one sofa bed, a small round table and two chairs, rather late and after having a few sandwiches and coffee we went to bed.
Mum was and had always been a solid sleeper and once her head hit the pillow she was far off and it would take an infernal alarm clock to wake her up, or maybe a bomb going off outside. Neither was likely to happen here. I waited about 15 minutes to give her time to reach the deeper levels of sleep before I pulled away the blanket and turning onto my side to spoon her. I slid a hand up her nightie and took my cock out of my boxers and rubbed it against her large but round buttocks while my hand explored her soft large breasts and with my eyes closed I imagined myself straddling her chest, pushing my cock down her throat, watching the shock, fear and shame in her eyes when she woke up from the lack of air. I came all over the back of her nightie, turned over on the other side and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with the sun burning in my eyes and a feeling of displacement. Mum was sleeping on her back, mouth hanging loosely open her legs slightly parted with her blanket wrapped around her waist and the nightie bunched up around her breasts. I put my hand on the dark spot of her pubes shining through the thin white cotton panties, let my fingers wander down between her legs and jerked off real quick before I crawled out of bed and went outside to take a morning piss behind the cottage. The piss shone like gold in the morning sun when I aimed it at a stone and with a wicked sneer imagined that it was Miranda's face.
I went back inside made myself a couple of sandwiches and some coffee, grabbed The Stranger by Albert Camus, my Walkman and a tape with The Cure's Faith on one side and their follow up album Pornography on the other. I went back outside and sat down on the front porch. Judging by the length of the tape I'd been sitting there no more than maybe 20 minutes when Miranda unexpectedly cast her shadow over my face and I looked up. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her, remembering how I had been jerking so hard and so good just two nights earlier while fantasizing about tripping her so she fell face down on the gravelled path leading up to the school. How she scraped her face and her nose starting to bleed and about the tears on her face when she got up, and about how when she asked me why I'd tripped I just spat in her face. And how good it had felt when I shot a load into my boxers to that fantasy.
"Hello," she said, wanna go for a swim down by the pond?
She had a towel across her shoulder and I could see a bright red bikini top beneath her thin white t-shirt. I closed my eyes and imagined for a second that in reply to her question I spat a thick sticky gob of saliva which landed on her face, then shook my head. I didn't want to go for a fucking swim. What I wanted was to be left alone, read my book and listen to my music. She persisted though and said it would be a lot more fun if we were two. At that very moment mum came out onto the porch with a cup of coffee, lighting a cigarette and insisted that it would be nice for me to have someone to spend the summer with. It would be good for me, she said, since I didn't exactly have any other friends. I shrugged knowing fully well that if I didn't go with Miranda to the pond I'd have mum nagging at me about it all day. I put down my book with a sigh, got up and started walking in the direction of the small pond which we had passed on our way to the cottage. Miranda walked up alongside me and started talking cheerfully about fuck knows what. I wasn't listening.
When we got to the pond she took of her t-shirt and shorts revealing a bright red bikini. I started to slowly take of my jeans and t-shirt myself. Not having packed any swimming trunks I had to make do with my boxers. She rushed into the water and threw herself into a swim while waiting for me to join her. I took my time undressing and stood for a while in just my boxers watching her while she called and waved at me to join her. I was not with arousal I stood there watching her splash around in the water but more with discontent. This was not how I had wanted to spend the day. I had the feeling that her presence would completely destroy my plans for the summer. I wasn't wrong in my assumption. What I didn't know at the time was that her presence only made my summer all the much better than anything I could ever have planned.
After a while I joined her in the water and as I walked into the lake she started splashing water at me with a playful giggle. I splashed back, playfully at first but then as I got closer I grabbed her and roughly pushed her down under the water. I let go immediately but in the seconds that passed before her head reappeared above the surface I felt my cock stiffen and the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. From that moment everything changed. I thought to myself: If I play this right it might actually be a good summer after all.
When she came back up I laughed as if it was just a joke and gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before I pushed her under again and this time my cock grew to a full erection. I didn't let go immediately like the first time but let her struggle a bit. When she came back up she giggled as if to say: Okay. I'll play along. She splashed even more water at me. I smiled and made pretend it was all in good fun and started chasing her in the water. It went on like that for maybe a good ten minutes, during which I on at least two occasions pushed her under again and felt that sensation of sexual excitement surge through my body. The third time I caught her I pushed her under and kept her under a good while longer than before. I felt her struggle to resurface and that alone was almost enough to make me cum. I let her come up for air and before pushing her down again I told her this time I wouldn't let her up before she took my cock out of my boxers. She started saying something but before she could I had her head under water again. She struggled a bit while I watched her through the clear water and saw the pleading panic in her eyes. I shook my head at her and soon enough I felt her hand reaching for my cock and pulling it out of my boxers. I let her up for air and laughed at her embarrassment.
"Hey, what's the big idea," she said.
"Jerk it," I said.
She blushed and started to protest a little so I pushed her under again but didn't keep her down, just as a reminder. When she came back up I didn't laugh. I just repeated what I had told her to do. By now she started to look a little scared which only served to increase my arousal and her face was all red with embarrassment and I'm fairly certain that beneath the water on her face there were tears forming in her eyes but she did reach for my cock and started to jerk it slowly under the water. I closed my eyes and savoured the sensation of her hand awkwardly moving back and forth on my cock. It was so much better than I could ever have imagined it would be during the playful part of the game. Needless to say it didn't take long before I shot a load of cum into the water.
After I had cum I pushed her away, pulled my boxers up and headed for land. She followed me and as I sat down on a rock digging around in my jeans for the pack of cigarettes I had stolen from mum's suitcase and a lighter she came up to me and shook her head so the water splashed all over me.
"You know you could've just asked," she said.
