I was born on Earth.18 and in the days before the multi-Earth threshold was established, it was the only Earth I knew. My Earth seemed just about the same as most of the others, except for by some quirk in evolution the average human lifespan was around 288 years.

My parents had moved us to a big new house, way out in the middle of nowhere. Dad had a new job, and was transferred out of state. He made a lot more money, but I was not happy. We now lived in one of those new developments, with many empty lots, and houses still under construction. They had taken some empty field, outside of the city, and were turning it into a suburban paradise. I hated it. It seemed that everybody that moved in, were young couples with no children and they were not even on my street. I was bored, and still harbored some ill feelings at my Mom and Dad, for moving me away from my friends. My video games, computer, and television, were quickly losing their appeal.

And this was only the second week of summer break.

The house next to us had been finished for some time, but nobody had moved in yet. It was the only finished house besides ours. I had high hopes that I would make some new friends. Little did I know that I would make an unexpected, and lasting friendship. When the van pulled up, following two shiny new SUV’s, I was eager to meet my new neighbors. I ran outside, and watched. When a man about my Dad’s age got out of one, I was thrilled. When a younger, and very good looking woman got out of the other one, I was disappointed. Then the back door opened, and my hopes soared again. Unfortunately, a girl hopped out.

My hopes of someone close to my own age, were crushed.

I watched them.

I had nothing else to do.

They looked over, saw me, and only the girl waved. I waved back at her. When they came back out of the house, the movers got busy. It soon became clear that the girl was getting in the way. Nobody was paying any attention to her, and I could see her getting scolded for interfering with the movers. Her mom got out the girl’s rollerblades, and turned her loose in the cul-de-sac. It took her about two minutes to start skating near my driveway, looking my way shyly.

I watched her closely. Under her helmet was blonde hair and big eyes. They looked blue, but she was too far away to tell. I could not really guess her age. I later found out she was just twenty-two. She had on blue shorts and a pink tank-top. The next time she rode by me staring at me, I waved at her. She smiled and waved back. Turning into my drive, she skated up towards me. Under her helmet was a cute elfin face, and pretty blue eyes.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi.”

“What’s you name? I’m Jake.”

“I’m Molly.

“How long you lived here?” she asked.

“Couple weeks. It’s kind of boring.”

“Oh. Got any sisters?”

“Nope. Its just me. Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” she said, then perked up. “We’re getting a pool.”

“Really? Cool. When?”

“Soon. That’s what my dad said.”

“You’re lucky. My parents would never get a pool.”

“You can come swim with me.”

“Thanks.”

Molly and I hung out all that day. Her parents didn’t seem to miss her at all. We shot baskets, rollerbladed, and played video games. I quickly forgot how much younger she was then me. I almost forgot she was a girl. The next morning the doorbell rang, and it was Molly. She came inside, and we spent the day together. That evening my parents went over to Molly’s house, to welcome them to the neighborhood. Even if ‘the neighborhood’ was just the two houses, they wanted to introduce themselves.

Molly quickly grabbed my hand, and dragged me up to her room saying, “Come see my room, Jake.”

My and her parents were a little surprised. Mine did not know I knew her that well, and I guess hers didn’t either. Her room was not all pink and ruffled. She had a canopied bed, but the posters were of space stuff and NASA stuff. She told me all about going to Space Camp last summer. It was actually pretty interesting. We were called down about an hour later, to eat.

Molly and I spent almost every waking hour together over the next week. We watched as the workmen came to install the pool, as she had said. She was becoming my best friend, even if she was my only friend. I had more in common with her, than anybody I had ever met before. We liked the same things, and laughed at the same jokes. I was her best friend, it was clear. She told me everything. I learned about her old house, and day spa. She told me of how she did not like having to spend all her time at school, then have to go to day spa, only to come home and go to bed. Molly was very lonely before, and was very glad to have me. I found myself a little happier every day, to have her.

“Mom and Dad go back to work, Monday.”

“Oh,” I said, not realizing what that meant.

“That means I will have to go back to day spa, or something.”

“What?” I said, alarmed.

“They won’t let me stay home by myself.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. They just won’t.”

“Couldn’t you, like, stay with me?”

“I could do that?!”

“Sure. My mom and dad wouldn’t care.”

“Yay!” she exclaimed.

She gave me a quick hug and a kiss, which caught us both by surprise.

We both blushed fiercely, and could barely look the other in the eye. All of a sudden it occurred to me that Molly was a girl, and what that meant. She was the very first girl, other than a relative, to kiss me. We started to walk back towards our houses, silently. I kept stealing looks at Molly, when I thought she was not looking. Her fair skin had lost most of its blush. She had very pretty blue eyes, and fine pale blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. Her lips were red and inviting. Looking down I noticed that her nipples were hard making little points in her thin shirt. She had not any breasts, though.

It dawned on me that Molly was pretty, as we went inside her house. She seemed to have forgotten about the kiss though, I noticed to my disappointment. Her parents were watching television when we found them.

I was thankful it was dim in the room because my blush had come back. I felt guilty and self conscious about my new found attraction to the girl.

“Mom, Dad? Can I stay with Jake, instead of going to day spa? Please, pretty please?” Molly asked begging.

“I don’t know, Molly. What do Jake’s parents think?”

“We haven’t asked them yet, but they won’t mind,” I said.

“Well, have your mom call me then, Jake. Molly, you stay here.”

Molly stopped, and looked at me as I left. We shared a hopeful look, as I let myself out.

“Mom? Can Molly stay with me when her parents go back to work tomorrow? Please? It’s okay with them, if it’s okay with you.”

“Why does she need to stay here, Jake?”

“Her parents won’t let her stay home by herself. If she can’t stay here, then she goes to day spa and I am stuck here all alone, again.”

My mom gave me a sympathetic look and said, “Are you sure, Jake? It’s a big responsibility.”

“Mom! It’s not like she is some little kid I need to watch, or something.”

“Jake, you will need to watch her though. She is younger than you, and will be your responsibility.”

“I can do it. Please?”

“Let me talk to her mom first, but okay.”

“Thanks, Mom!” I said, giving her a hug.

I listened to my mom talk on the phone. I could tell it was going to be alright. Excited, I ran outside to share the news with Molly. She must have had the same idea, as we met in the yard. I got another enthusiastic hug from her which I eagerly returned, and almost a kiss, but we stopped. All of a sudden I was self-conscious. My feelings for Molly, my new best friend, were confused. I could see the confusion in her face, too. We both must have turned red as beets, as we let go of each other. I could see the blush in her face and feel the heat in mine.

Trying to cover my embarrassment I asked, “What to shoot some hoops?”

“Sure. Lets play ‘HORSE’.”

She won three out of five, as we played by the floodlights, into the dark. Our parents had come out, to tell us the news, and lay down the rules. We readily agreed to them. They were pretty basic: “Don’t leave the neighborhood, and Molly was not to go home by herself”.

I was even going to get paid!

The next morning, Dad woke me up. He was always the last one to leave for work.

“Get up, Jake. Molly will be over in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” I mumbled.

Sleepily, I sat on the edge of my bed. Dad poked his head in one more time to make sure I was up, and left. The doorbell rang soon after. It was Molly. Her Mom was backing out of the drive. We waved, and Molly came inside. She looked as tired as I did.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

She just shrugged. We plodded up to my room and I collapsed on my bed. Molly sat down next to me. I was falling back to sleep. I felt Molly laying down next to me, as I lay on my belly. When I woke up later, I felt good. I noticed that Molly was right next to me, with an arm thrown over my back. Her head was on my arm, as a pillow. Her whole body touched mine, our sides pressed together. Shivery little spiders felt like they were crawling up my neck, and my stomach fluttered. I had an instant hardon.

I lay there for the longest time, enjoying the feel of her next to me. She did not move much as she slept, I thought. When my bladder forced me out of bed, I slid out as gently as I could. I didn’t want to disturb her. I turned to look back down at her, and saw her watching me, wide awake. She looked into my eyes, and then down to my cock. My shorts were tented out hugely with my hardon from her. I hadn’t got dressed that morning. Without underwear under my shorts, my erection was obvious. The embarrassment I felt was tremendous. I stood there, dumbly. I was afraid to cover up.

‘In case she hadn’t noticed,’ my panicked mind reasoned.

Molly had noticed though. She looked from my cock to my eyes, and back again. She got a shy smile and a blush on her face, though. That caused me to blush even more. I did smile back though. That broke me out of my ‘fight or flight’ hesitation. I walked to the bathroom, with as much dignity and nonchalance as a twenty-eight year old could muster. It took a while for my hardon to go down so I could pee, though

We spent the morning watching the workers make the form for Molly’s in-ground pool. We hid out in my house’s air conditioning, when it got too hot out in the afternoon. I mostly forgot about that morning, and just hung out with my friend. We both liked science fiction stuff. She had read many of the books I had, and liked the same movies. The day went very quickly. My parents came home, and we had dinner. Molly was still with us, and wouldn’t go home, until her Mom got home that evening. Both her parents were lawyers.

The next couple of weeks were spent in much the same fashion. My Dad stopped waking me up in the mornings, and just left the front door unlocked for Molly. She would head upstairs and go back to sleep with me, on my bed. Sometimes I would wake up, holding her cuddled together with me. We either spooned, or she used my chest and shoulder as a pillow. I never made much attempt to hide my hardon from her when I got up, and she always looked at it intently. There was no way for me to tell if she was aroused, and I naively thought that girls did not get horny. She would touch me much more often, as we hung out. We sat together on the couch instead of separate. It was just casual touching mostly. Her thigh next to mine, shoulders touching, and the like. Our play got a little more physical, as we wrestled a little more often.

I loved wrestling with her. She was surprisingly strong and aggressive. We held little back as we grappled and struggled. I was not that subtle as I rubbed my hard cock on her, but she encouraged it. We always managed to end up with me over her as I held her down backside up and my painful hardon firmly wedged between her buns. She would just roll over and ‘try’ to get away knowing I would end up on top of her.

That was not to say that I won all the time. Being an incredibly horny male I was easily distracted and she seized those lapses and pressed her advantage. Eventually, I noticed she was rubbing herself on me, too. The first time I noticed that, I came in my pants. I made an excuse, and went to the bathroom to change my underwear.

The next day, when we ended up wrestling, she rubbed her pussy on my cock as she sat on me. She pinned me down and I was enjoying myself way too much to fight her off. The close contact was intoxicating to both of us. All of our daily interactions were foreplay even if it was innocent and naive. I moved my hands to her legs, acting like I was trying to get her off me. However, I was just feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. We did twist and keep up the act enough, so that our mutual dry humping had the very thin appearance of wrestling. Our pace got frantic. Molly sort of pressed down on me hard, and moaned. I came too, and made a small moan of my own.

We both got embarrassed then, and went back to watching television.

The adventure forever changed my view of Molly. She was my best friend, and I had already forgotten about her youth. A whole new side to her had opened up. I saw her as a girl, and more specifically a possible girlfriend and lover. She was undeniably beautiful, if still just twenty-two. The fact that she was aroused and knew that our play was sexual stunned me. No longer did I think that girls did not have the same urges I did even if I could not tell if they were aroused.

When I showered I thought of Molly as I stroked my cock, instead of the women I had seen in movies. Molly was my constant masturbation fantasy. I had seen a lot of her. She wore almost indecent clothes. Tiny shorts and baby-T’s (showing her flat belly), were her favorite attire. With no breasts at all, she seemed unconcerned when I saw her tits. It may not have been a big deal to her, but it excited me immensely. Many times she did not wear any panties, and I could catch hints of her groin, and pert backside.

The day after our most intense wrestling and dry fucking to date, her pool was finally filled.

Both of us knew how to swim.

We both woke up that morning, spooned together.

I asked her, still holding her, “Should we go swimming, today?”

“Yeah,” Molly said, making no move to break contact with me.

I felt extremely close to her, when we lay together like that.

Now it seemed to take on new meanings. My hands would caress and rub her, as we enjoyed the close contact. It was the only time when our interaction was purely loving and gentle. I am sure she would have welcomed my advances any other time, too. But I was too scared to try. So it was mostly rough housing, and flirty teasing. That morning I was sneaking my hand towards her nipples. My finger trailed lazily over her flat belly and made circles. When my finger encountered her nipple she sort of gasped. I froze, and started to move my hand away.

“It’s okay,” she said in a small voice.

I could not believe my luck. With a wildly pounding heart, I moved my fingers back to her chest. Her nipple felt hard. Even though they were just like mine, it was somehow special. I spent several minutes exploring my friend’s ‘future’ tits. My cock was rock hard, and pressed firmly into her soft ass cleft, as we lay together. That was common though, and we were used to that. My cock was hard whenever I was close to her or thought about her, lately. We lay there, until I just had to get up and go pee.

When I returned Molly was not in my room anymore. Disappointed, I went downstairs to find her fixing a bowl of cereal. I had one too, and we chatted as always.

“Go get your suit. Come on over, so we can swim,” Molly said to me, as we finished.

“Okay,” I replied.

The gate to the privacy fence was locked, so I went to the front door, which was unlocked. I went inside and made my way up to Molly’s room. While we spent most of our time over at my house, I was no stranger to hers.

Her door was open so I walked in saying, “Think the water will be cold...?”

Molly stood there with her blue bikini bottoms on, and her top in her hands. She was almost naked, and my cock got hard immediately. She was tall for her age and was boyishly narrow yet softer than any boy I had ever seen. We just sort of looked at each other, and my eyes darted down to her chest. There were the nipples I had explored earlier. They were as pale as the rest of the skin on her chest.

“The string’s knotted,” Molly offered in explanation, blushing.

“Oh. Want me to try it?”

She just handed it to me. It was snarled pretty good. I am sure I could have worked it loose, if I had not been so distracted by a beautiful half naked girl. She had moved close to me to look at the knot. I was further distracted, and could barely keep my eyes off of her. Molly had smooth fair skin, and seeing so much of it got my blood rushing. My cock was tenting my loose swim trunks. Her belly was calling to me and the fascinating bulge between her legs all but hypnotized me.

“Got another top or suit?” I said, giving up.