Authors note all characters are 18 or older.
Many thanks to Antimatter42 for editing and helping bring this story alive.
I lived in a small town in Ohio, Akron, the rubber capital of the world. It often brings about chuckles because people's minds immediately jump to condoms rather than tires. My family lived in a typical neighborhood comprised of old single-family homes, most with garages behind the house accessed via an alley. The neighborhood probably was upscale at one time for the rubber companies' managers in the thirties or forties.
My friends call me Billy, but my mom calls me William, my mom opts for William, especially when she wants to emphasize a point, occasionally employing my full formal name to convey her displeasure. The narrative unfolds during my senior year as I approached graduation, poised to embark on my journey into adulthood.
Mary lived a few doors down from me in the neighborhood I lived in, and it wasn't long until she became just one of the guys among my friends.
It all started when she just showed up one day to play Dungeons & Dragons with the rest of us, and we all came to the unspoken agreement to welcome her to our group. I guess you would say that she was a tomboy -- she played baseball, shot hoops, and touched football just like the rest of us.
Needless to say, she didn't act like a girl; She always kept her hair cut short and she usually dressed in jeans and t-shirts. On the other hand, she went to a catholic all-girls school and I sometimes caught her dressed in her school uniform -- a short plaid skirt and white blouse. All the same, her demeanor was definitely not "girly". She could rough and tumble with us. She just fit in.
When she discovered that I was on the high school wrestling team, she would ask me to show her some tricks, though put her off every time, thinking that I'd be wrong to wrestle a girl. That was, until one day in my backyard. She came up behind me and tried to put me in a headlock, though she failed to keep me in the hold, and that's when we started wrestling on the ground. As we tumbled around, I caught a quick glimpse of her tits as a button on her shirt came loose. That glimpse changed everything, and I began to see wrestling her as just an opportunity to see her tits.
On another day when we were hanging out in my backyard while my parents were away grocery shopping, she asked to wrestle me again.
"Alright, alright," I conceded. "I'll show you a few holds, but I'm stopping once either of us gets hurt."
"Oh, Billy. Are you afraid that I might get the best of you?"
"No," I scoffed. "I just don't want either of us to get hurt, is all."
After agreeing, we began by following my high school's protocol of starting in a crouched position, before clashing into each other, our arms tangled together as we tried to knock each other down to the ground. At one point, she almost succeeded when she bent me down from behind, her arms wrapped around my belly.
"Jeez!" I exclaimed. "How'd you get so good all of a sudden."
"Television," she remarked smugly. Eventually, she pushed me to the ground, which gave me the opportunity to roll over and get atop her instead, my face hovering over hers.
"Hey!" she protested. "No fair. I knocked you to the ground first."
"Yes. And I countered."
"Hmph!" Mary pouted. Little did I realize, I found my gaze slowly lowering down to her breasts before returning it to her face; fortunately, she failed to notice this. At least, as far as I knew.
"Okay," she continued, her cockiness returning. "Since you countered me, show me how I can counter you."
I demonstrated by putting my arm under her belly, my hand brushing across her small breasts. Right as I could savor the feel of her soft bosom, she took me by surprise again by flipping me over.
"Hah!" she shouted triumphantly. "I got you again. I didn't even
need
you to show me."
"You cheated," I scoffed. "That's not even proper technique."
"But I still won...wait, are you going soft on me just 'cause..." Mary faltered in her sentence, causing my heart to skip a beat. For a moment, I feared she finally figured out why I wrestled with her until she continued with, "just 'cause I'm a girl?!"
"
No!
" I assured her. "You really took me by surprise, is all."
Wrestling on a grass lawn was not as forgiving as a padded mat; every time that she flipped me sent a jolt of pain across my body. Although, I held off doing the same to her, as I didn't want her to quit. Through all this close contact with her, I came to discover that she didn't wear perfume, but had a natural smell of freshly washed laundry with of hint of grass. We went on to wrestle several times a week, so long as the weather permitted it.
One day, Mary asked me, "Do you want to come over to my house and meet my brother?"
I was completely baffled by the sudden invitation, though managed to respond with, "Ok, when?"
"How about now?"
So, I accepted her invitation and she led the way to her home. As we approached the front door, she stopped me and whispered, "We have to be quiet."
We entered quietly and she continued leading me to her brother, who was sleeping in the front bed room. Through all this, I wondered why she wanted me to see her brother in particular.
"Mary, what are we doing exactly?" I whispered.
"Meeting my brother," she answered.
"Why him --"
"Shh!"
Mary grabbed my wrist and dragged me along with her to meet her brother, who was still asleep, as though he was a Viking who was resting after a long battle. And he may as well have been -- he seemed to be at least six feet tall, with long, shaggy blond hair and a thick stubble slowly becoming a beard on his face.
Mary gingerly lifted the blue blanket covering him to reveal something beside him that I initially thought was his arm until I quickly started thinking that it was a fucking python, of all things.
"Jesus, Mary!" I exclaimed, jumping in shock. "What the fuck? Don't you know I'm scared of snakes --"
"Shh!" Mary silenced me again.
It was like watching a horror show; I was terrified but couldn't look away. She lowered the blanket down to his knee to, revealing what I was sure was a snake's head until it dawned on me what she really wanted to show me that was dangling between his legs -- his massive cock! And I began to laugh until he awoke.
