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Millpond
by frog
Copyright© 2003 by frog
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Rough, Humiliation, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size, Violent,
Erotica Sex Story: A coming of age story recounting the adventures of Becky, Jason, and their teenaged friends growing up in the rural South. These youths discovered their bodies and themselves during the summer of '64 at the secluded old millpond. The story starts slowly, but after a few first-times, catfights, stripping games, and strip searches, the action heats up.
© Copyright 2003 by frog, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. This story is erotic fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the behavior described in this story. All persons and events in this story are fictitious and any similarity to persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental.
Prologue
"Don't let me doze off, Jason. If I get sunburned again, my momma will kill me."
Jason Hill rolled over on his side and propped up on one elbow. The mid-afternoon sun danced off the few ripples marring the nearby pond's surface and delightfully warmed Jason's wet skin. Lolling on a fluffy beach towel beside him was Becky Smith, Jason's friend. A rumpled tee shirt shielded her eyes from the bright sun. The makeshift blindfold also allowed Jason to look as closely as he wanted at Becky's young body without being detected. His eyes drank in every inch of the wonderfully soft, pink creature beside him. Her body was bathed in the golden sunlight that highlighted every mysterious curve.
In the distance, the Beach Boys' latest hit, I Get Around, blared from the car's radio. The sultry smell of pine trees and honeysuckle was thick in the air. Becky's pliant, wet two-piece swimsuit clung to her small, firm breasts causing a hint of a nipple to show through on each lovely mound.
It was the summer of 1964 and, for Jason Hill, all was right with the world!
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