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I am 16; Julie is 15. The year is 1959.

We have been "dating" for more than six months, although in that time in that small town in Indiana, our dates consist of meeting surreptitiously and spending an hour or two together walking around the three square blocks that constitute "downtown." Only rarely can we manage to meet at the show and sit next to each other after paying our way in separately.

We kissed for the first time only about two months ago. On the way home from a show, holding hands as we had started to do, we passed a park. Like magic, we seemed to have the same thought at the same time. Cutting through the park, we finally found a place where bushes created a u-shaped alcove, shielding us from view except from the front. And there was nothing in front but open park.

We sat for a while, talking, waiting. Hesitantly, I put an arm around Julie's shoulders. She leaned against me. Even more hesitantly, I moved my face near hers, and she didn't move away. I turned to face her. She looked in my eyes for a moment and then closed hers and tilted up her face.

It wasn't a great kiss. As inexperienced as I was, I knew that. Our teeth clicked as we pressed our mouths together. Neither of us knew quite what to do once we had joined lips. We held our bodies awkwardly apart, jutting our faces out to kiss. But we got better with practice.

And we've gotten a lot better, thanks to practicing every chance we get. We walk home together after school (most of the way, at least), passing through the park on the way. Last Saturday, and the one before that, we managed to meet at the park just at twilight and spend an hour in our secret place.

And last Saturday marked a new turn in our relationship. As we grew increasingly comfortable with being close to each other, Julie has allowed me more liberties. Gradually, we have let our bodies touch. I remember the thrill I felt the first time Julie leaned against me and touched my arm with her breast. Always before, we had quickly moved apart, embarrassed. But that time, she stayed put, pressing it against my arm.

Not long after that, during one of our sessions, Julie calmly spun around from our side-by-side seated position and leaned across my lap. I held her in my arms and pressed her to me. Her young, firm breasts bored into my chest like hot pillows. Before long, we were lying side by side, and soon after that we were taking turns rolling on top of one another. Eventually, with much trepidation, I slowly slid a leg between Julie's. She curled around it, capturing my leg between her thighs.

A few weeks ago, I touched her breast with my hand for the first time. She moved away at my first attempt but, after more kisses and body hugs, she let me leave my hand there. And she let me knead her breast, awkwardly but voluptuously. The next week, she let me slide my hand up under her sweater and cup her bra-clad breast.

Two weeks ago, we went even further. Darkness had fallen quickly after a cloudy sunset. In our retreat, we moved quickly, both eager I suspect to resume where we had left off. I had my hand under her shirt early in the session. I begged her to let me touch her naked breast. After several refusals, Julie reached behind her back and released the bra clasp. I cupped her bare breast in my hand.

We rolled together, our legs entwined, and Julie pressed herself against my leg. As we rocked back and forth, I could tell that she was at least as excited as I was. Eyes closed, she panted through half-open lips in the intervals between our kisses. When I held her close to me, she ground her pelvis against my leg. I rolled on top of her, off center, and pressed my leg against her crotch. Julie wrapped both her legs around mine and clutched me against her, rocking her hips to rub herself on me.

Almost without thinking, I shifted to one side and moved both of my legs between hers. My penis was rock-hard. I pressed it into her crotch and moved my hips, pushing it boldly against the center of her vee. Julie hesitated briefly, then drew her legs up, planting her feet on the ground, and pushed back against me.

Last week, things almost got out of hand. It wasn't long before I had Julie's blouse open and her bra pushed up above her breasts. I pulled my own shirt up and, lying on top of her, pressed our bare chests together. After grinding our hips together for a while, I rolled to one side and slid my hand down to her thigh. When she didn't stop me, I slowly slid it up to cup and rub her crotch through her thick jeans.

Julie was flushed and her face was damp with a light sheen of perspiration. After letting me massage her passively for a while, she began to respond, moving her hips in time to my rubbing. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and sighed repeatedly. She was warm, almost hot, under my hand, and faintly damp.

She had one hand on my chest, stroking it. Then, with agonizing slowness, she moved it downward across my stomach and below. I gasped when her fingers touched my raging hard-on. She stroked it, lightly at first, then more firmly. Finally, she gripped me through my cotton pants and jacked me off. Her hand moved up and down insistently, and the result was inevitable. I came all over the inside of my underwear and pants.

I was horribly embarrassed, but Julie made it all right. Before long, she had us both laughing at my predicament. Then, while we waited for my pants to dry at least a little, she took my hand and led it back to her crotch. And, after I had stroked her for a while, she took my hand again and let it to her waist. When I couldn't get my hand down past the tight waistband of her jeans, she unfastened the top button herself and slid the zipper down.

Like the first touch of her breast, it was a magic moment. I slowly slid my hand down over her panties to cup her mound. I ran my fingers over her and pressed the cloth between the lips of her vagina. Her panties got very damp. Then, slowly, expecting to be repulsed at any moment, I slid a finger under the elastic around one leg and touch her slick female lips for the first time. Julie shuddered at my touch and whimpered. She spread her legs to give me more room.

This sideways leg entry was awkward, though. I pulled my hand back, moved it to the top of her panties and slid my fingers under them. I felt the fur that marked the start of her genitals and pushed down farther. I felt the slippery lips again and slid a finger between them. I bent my middle finger downward and slid it into her hole.

Julie made a faint cry. At first I thought I had hurt her. She squeezed my hand with her thighs and then spread them wider, inviting me to continue. I stroked her for several minutes, sliding my finger between the lips and pushing my finger down into her. Her breath came faster and faster, turning into little whimpering cries. Then, to my surprise and delight, she came, too, bucking and shuddering and moaning loud enough that I was afraid we might be heard.

After that, everything changed. It took a long time to get around to admitting what it was we wanted to do. For one thing, it wasn't a subject we were used to talking about. But finally I said something about "doing it," and Julie said it back, and pretty soon we were talking about how we'd probably "do it" someday. And then I said that "not doing it" was painful and Julie was properly sympathetic and said that she'd consider doing something about that except that she was afraid of getting pregnant. And I said I could get some rubbers from a service station vending machine. And she said okay, then, maybe we could.

From that moment, it was no longer a question of whether but when. And when turns out to be this Saturday; her parents will be away overnight.

I tell my folks that I'm going to the show with Billy and Mark, but I head for Julie's house. Cutting down the alley, I enter her yard through the rear gate. Julie's watching from the kitchen, and lets me in through the back door. She closes the door and immediately comes into my arms for a kiss.

"Do you want something to drink, Joey?" Julie asks, when we finally break from the kiss. She's still in my arms. Leaning back to look up at me, her hips press against me.

"No," I say.

"Want something to eat?"

"No," I say.

"Wanna watch TV?" she asks, grinning.

"No," I say.

"Well, then," Julie says, "what do you want?"

I look at her. She's just being impish. She knows very well what I want. But I can't say it, so I just take her hand and lead her through the kitchen and into the living room. I have the sofa in mind, but it's too exposed. Drawing the blinds seems too obvious a signal to the outside world that something secret is going on. I look around for alternatives, but I don't know the house. I've only been there once before.

Feeling me hesitate, Julie takes the lead. Pulling me by the hand, she heads up the stairs and takes me to her bedroom, closing the door behind us. She puts on some tunes while I stand there awkwardly, looking around. Her bed cover is frilly and pink, the top piled with a menagerie of stuffed animals.

After turning on the radio, Julie goes to the bed and starts tossing the stuffed animals into a pile in the corner. Then she pulls down the quilt. Then she sits down on the side of the bed. I walk over and sit next to her. I take her in my arms and kiss her. We sink backward onto the bed.

We snuggle together for a while, kissing and hugging. I touch Julie's breast through her t-shirt, then move my hand down to her waist and slide my hand up under it to cup her breast through her bra. After a bit, I slip my hand behind her back and fumble at the clasp.

"Here," Julie says, "let me do it." She pulls away from me and sits up, reaches behind her back and quickly releases the bra clasp. Her firm young breasts scarcely sag. Julie lays back down beside me and allows me to slip my hand under her t-shirt again. I slide my fingers under the loose bra and cup a naked breast in my palm.

"Ummmm," she murmurs, "that feels so nice. Squeeze it like that. Not too hard."

I do as she tells me, thrilling to the feel of her soft, warm tit in my hand. I can feel her pert nipple pressing against my palm. I take it between my thumb and forefinger and pinch it lightly. It swells in response, and Julie moans again.

"Oh, Joey," she says, "kiss it for me. I want to feel your lips on my boobie."

I push her t-shirt up over her flat stomach and ribs, lifting the bra with it until her breast is revealed. It rises proudly from her chest, topped with a deep rose-colored areola and the slightly darker nipple, which is erect, almost throbbing.

Slowly, reverently, I lower my lips to her nipple. I suck it between my lips, pulling on it, flicking it with my tongue, rolling it around. Julie puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me to her, pressing her breast up against my mouth. I open wider and suck as much of it into my mouth as I can, pulling on it strongly. Julie squirms beneath me, rolling her hips.

My top leg is between hers, pressed all the way up between her thighs against her crotch. She is wearing denim shorts. I can feel the warmth of her through the layers of cloth between. Julie is pushing herself against my leg, rocking her hips up to press against my leg.

We shift position slightly, moving even closer together, and now Julie is rubbing herself against my hip. I put one hand behind her fanny, pulling her to me while pressing my hip and thigh against her crotch.

I push up the other side of her t-shirt, exposing her other breast, and move my mouth to it, repeating the same games I played with the first. I move my head from one to the other, and Julie helps me, rolling upward first one shoulder and then the other to lift her tits to my mouth.

I let go of her fanny and slide my hand onto her hip, then farther forward to press against the top of her thigh. Julie moves away from me slightly to allow me room, knowing that I want to put my hand on her pussy. I slip my hand between us, between her thighs, and onto her crotch. My fingers slide up and back over her shorts, moving along her pussy, although I can feel very little through the material.

But Julie can feel it and seems to like it. She burrows her face into the crook of my neck, her breath deeper now. She murmurs against my neck and lifts her pussy against my pressing fingers, rocking her hips up and down in response.

Her hand moves from my shoulder to my chest, then slowly slides downward. She slides her hand under my wrist and lays her fingers on my prick, which is hard as a rock inside my pants. I groan in pleasure as she wraps her fingers over me and moves her hand back and forth along its length. My erection is stretching the fabric tight, pulling it in against my nuts. It hurts a little, but I am so excited by the situation that I ignore it.

I move my hand to the button of her shorts and manage it unfasten it without much trouble. I tug her zipper down awkwardly, then slide my fingers into her shorts but outside her panties. They are of some smooth material like rayon, not cotton like my underwear, almost slick under my touch.

I push my fingers downward past the somewhat lumpy, springy patch of pubic hair until I can just touch the top of her notch. Her shorts are tight and pressed up into her crotch, so I can go no farther easily. I work my middle finger back and forth, pressing into the beginning of her slot.

Julie moans against my neck. She raises her upper leg away from mine to give me more room. I push my fingers further until they are over her mound. My middle finger presses inward along the shallow depression that I find there. Julie's panties are damp under my hand. She spreads her legs wide, and rocks her hips against my pressing fingers, lifting her butt up when I press downward along her slot, then thrusting her hips forward when I pull my fingers back, pushing the top of her pussy against them.