Chapter 1: Getting to Know Steve

My first kiss ... what girl ever forgets hers? I don’t mean the ones with your mom and dad, or even your girlfriends. I’m talking about your first REAL kiss. The first kiss I had with a boy was a little weird and extremely awkward yet it still left me thrilled. Of course being a teenage boy he tried to push me to take it further but I didn’t let him. It wasn’t that I didn’t WANT him to; lord knows I was as horny if not more than he was! It was just I wanted it to be with someone special and that boy simply hadn’t shown up yet.

Now I was a solid fourteen and preparing for my first year of high school. So many things were changing in my life; almost every day it seemed at times. My interests had shifted from dolls to boys, from jeans and loose T-shirts to short cutoffs and tight low-cut tank tops, from rubbing a painful skinned knee to my aching clit. While I’d started dating it was mostly with groups of friends while the few single dates were with high school boys. I preferred the older guys as they were so much more mature than the boys in my classes but at the same time they were also really pushy! It was like non-stop groping from the time I sat in their car.

My breasts were finally growing and even though they developing far slower then I would’ve hoped, it pleased me that the boys were starting to pay more attention to me even when I was hanging around with my bustier friends. I also worked hard to get as much attention as possible by dressing in the least amount of clothes I could get away with. With a below-average bust size my mom never even bothered buying me a training bra so it wasn’t like I had to sneak out of the house without one.

Mom was a bit more strict when it came to panties though. Much to her consternation it made me super horny to run around bottomless in public so I would “forget” to put them on whenever I thought I could get away with it. Sitting in a pew at church I would wonder what the people sitting next to me would say if they had any idea that there was nothing but me under my short sundress. It always made me wet and horny and I usually rushed to my room to strip off my dress and masturbate as soon as we returned home, sometimes not even making it there and doing myself in the back seat while my parents tried to pretend they didn’t know what I was doing. I guess they figured it wasn’t worth arguing over something that wasn’t hurting anyone.

At the beginning of summer vacation I spent a weekend with my friend Sharon and few other girlfriends at her parent’s camp, or should I say now her mother’s. Sharon’s parents had divorced a few years earlier when her deadbeat father traded in her mom for a young secretary at work. As a result her brother Steve was the only guy with us. He was pretty good looking but being a couple of years older than me I’d never directly spoken to him much before. Being in high school always made him seem so much older than the boys I knew in middle school and all of us girls had a mad crush on him - even his younger sister Sharon which seemed a little weird at first. Yet as wrong as it should have been, somehow it was so hot to listen to her talk about her brother like he was just another guy she dreamed about.

During the weekend all the girls, even Sharon’s mom, wore nothing but skimpy bikinis. Of course Sharon’s mom had the best figure. Seeing her mom in a tiny bikini which barely covered her nipples made me think her ex-husband must have been a real idiot! Surrounded by all but naked girls must have driven Steve crazy, even if we were a couple years younger than him. Once I even saw him peeking out the camper screen window as we gathered around the picnic table for lunch. I just knew he had to be jerking his awesome cock (as I dreamed it must be) while he watched us. After lunch I quietly told the other girls about how I’d seen him watching us and so for the rest of the afternoon we made it a game to see who could tease him the most. We would do things like bend over to show him our butts and our bikini tops would “accidentally” slip out of place as we adjusted them, giving him a peek at our perky boobs. Well, THEY gave a peek of their perky boobs as mine weren’t so perky yet.