Katie and I had been friends ever since we were babies. We lived in a small town, where there was really nothing much to do, so she and I spent virtually all our free time together growing up. There was no secrecy between us. We literally knew everything about each other. We had grown up swimming in the creek and had only started wearing suits when our parents, for some reason, decided we were too big to see each other naked any more. I remember we talked about that when it happened. We thought they were stupid and more often than not we left our suits on the bank while we swam. I'll never forget the first time she left her suit bottoms on and went in the water.

"What's up?" I asked, standing in water up to my knees. My flaccid penis was hanging down unabashedly between my thighs.

"Oh, I started having my first period Tuesday" she groaned. "This is such a pain". Then she explained to me all about what a girl had to do when her period was going on. I just felt sorry for her. That's how close we were. But after that, because she had to wear her suit, I kept mine on too. It just seemed fair.

Then there was the first time her mother made her wear a bra. She complained to me about it until I told her my dad had made me start wearing a jock strap during sports. She made me show her one before she believed me.

Now we were sixteen. I was known as a geek in school, but it didn't really bother me because being a geek wasn't really a bad thing. It just meant you weren't a jock or a preppie and you got good grades.

Katie, on the other hand, was a babe. I guess I hadn't really noticed it because I was so close to her, but over the last couple of years her body had really changed. I remember the first time I noticed her as a "girl" rather than as "Just Katie". We were sitting under a tree in the pasture, each of us reading a book and she stood up to stretch. The sun was going down and was behind her. Suddenly I could see through the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. Her arms were up over her head and her chest was sticking out. She had breasts! Pretty nice ones too, with nipples and everything! "Of course she has breasts" I said to myself "She IS a girl after all". My gaze immediately fell to her gym shorts, which were tight and hugged her hips. They had pulled up tight between her legs and I could see what I thought must be her pussy lips. I suddenly remembered a term I had heard some of the guys throwing around - "Camel Toe". Then I was shocked to feel my penis twitch!

"What are YOU looking at?" Katie said, staring at me. My gaze went up to her face. She had an odd look. "Um ... nothing ... I was just thinking." I stammered back. I think I blushed or something because she came right back on me. "You were staring at ME. Why? What's wrong?" She started looking down at herself and turning around, trying to see what I had been staring at. This just showed me more of her breasts. My dick twitched again and started getting hard. This was embarrassing. I put my book down in my lap.

"I wasn't staring at you" I said. I was just staring. You know. Off in space?"

I thought it was worth a try, but she knew me too well. "Yes you were staring at me. I've never seen you look at me like that before. That's the way some of the jocks look at me ... Oh my." she ended. Now she was staring at ME.

I had to fess up. "Well, the sun was sort of shining through your shirt ... and your shirt's kind of thin ... and I guess it's been a long time since I saw those parts of you ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

She looked down at herself again. Then back at me. Then down at my crotch. I was REALLY glad my book was there. I knew she'd be pissed at me if she knew what my dick was doing.

She sat back down and picked up her own book and started reading again. I stole glances at her out of the side of my eyes, but couldn't pick up the book again yet.

"Aren't you going to read some more?" she asked casually. Too casually. I knew I was busted.

"No" I replied. "I'm tired of reading. And I'm hungry. I'm going home." I got up quickly and started off through the pasture. I had a good fifty yard lead on her when I heard her yelling. "Bobby Miller, you wait for me." She came running up beside me, panting just a little. That just made those newly discovered boobs move around in front of my gaze. I had managed to push my dick to one side, so it wasn't too visible and I looked away. I had just barely dodged a bullet and I wanted it to stay that way. But I saw her glance at the front of my pants as we went on home. I couldn't remember any other time she had made it a point to look there, not counting the jock strap thing.

There was a subtle change between us after that day. I couldn't be around her any more without thinking of her as a woman, and not "Just Katie". And she changed the way she acted around me too. I know she did. She started dressing different for one thing. Around me she had always worn jeans and flannel shirts, or cutoffs and T shirts, or overalls, stuff like that. Now she started wearing skirts and blouses a lot. And her cutoffs got shorter somehow. She cut the sleeves off of her T shirts and cut some off the bottom off them too, so her navel showed. And she didn't wear bras when she was around me. I checked, a couple of times. I'd find an excuse to put my hand on her back, and there was no bra there. I decided she was teasing me. Paying me back for looking at her like I had.

School was about to start in two weeks. Our Senior year. Only nine more months before ... what? I had no idea what I'd do, much less what Katie would do. Lots of the kids talked about going to college, but neither Katie nor I had the money to do that, and never would. I could work for my dad at the feed store and make decent money, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that.

It was fall, and the harvest was on. I had been driving combine for old Mr. Miller who had four thousand acres of wheat, and Katie had been hired on to help feed the crew. We had finished up early and were ahead of schedule to begin with. There was no rain in the forecast either. Nobody wanted to move on to the next field, so we had supper and then drifted off to spend an evening having fun instead of working. Katie came up to me and said "I'm going swimming down at the creek. You wanna come?" "Sure" I said back. "But my suit is at home." She cocked an eye at me. "We never used to use suits as I recall. You've seen me naked plenty of times."

Now I'm no worldly man, but I knew a trap when I saw one.

If I was to say "Great, let's get naked" I'd be in trouble. If I said "No way I'm stripping in front of you" I'd be in trouble.

I'm also not stupid. "Well, if it's OK with you then I guess it's OK with me." Hah! Bet she didn't think I'd get around her little trap.

But she didn't say a thing, just started off across the field toward the creek. We were both hot and sweaty. September in Oklahoma is a chore. We got to the same tree we had been reading under that time and she started peeling down like she'd done it a million times. Off with her shirt, no bra, cutoffs unbuttoned and dropped like a stone. She bent over and skinned her panties down and presto, she was naked as a jaybird while I stood there fully dressed, staring at the most gorgeous sight I had ever laid eyes on. Nice round breasts, with nipples so pink you might not even see them from very far away. Her head hair had always been golden wheat colored, and I noticed her pubic hair was exactly the same color. I could just barely see two plump labia sticking out under that thatch of blond hair.

Presto, my peter bounced up into my pants, straining to stand up. I actually had to bend over a little because it hurt. She must have thought I was bending over to take off my own shorts, because she just said "See you in the water" and took off to the creek.

Now what was I going to do? The only way that prick would go down was if I jacked it off good and proper, and there was no way I could do that in these circumstances. So I thought and thought and decided that if I could just get to the water I could stay under until things "improved". So I got naked my own self and, carrying my clothes strategically, went to the creek.

"What are you doing?" Katie yelled at me.

"As anybody could plainly see, I'm going swimming in the creek" I growled back.

"Not with your clothes like that you're not," she pointed out. I suddenly knew how I'd been set up. She knew what was going to happen to me and she did this all on purpose. I started to get pissed. She was messing with my head. So I dropped the clothes and just stood there.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked sarcastically.

She just stood there in the water, her wet breasts dripping. "Oh my" she said simply.

It was my turn to tease her. "Take a good look. It's been this way for a couple of months because of all the stuff you've been doing to me. This is all your fault, you know. I hope you're happy now." I actually got myself worked up to the point that all I wanted to do was go home, beat off and go to sleep. I turned around, bent over to grab my clothes and started to walk off.

"Bobby Miller! You get back here right this instant!" I heard her yell from the water.

I stopped and turned around.

"What?" I yelled.

She came charging out of the water, her glorious body jiggling as she stalked toward me. She came right up to me and stood not ten inches away. I know she was at least that far because my dick stuck out six inches and it didn't touch her.

"Are you my best friend or not?" she asked, leaning her face toward me.

Now I was confused. This wasn't the way I had thought things would go. "Well, yeah" I said.

"Of course you are." She leaned even closer and this time she was LESS than six inches from me, cause she touched me.

And the part of her that was touching me was soft and furry.

I felt a sudden tightness in my groin that I knew meant something very very bad might happen soon.

"Then you get down to that creek and you go swimming with your best friend ... got it?"

And then, to my utmost amazement, her right hand grabbed my stiff peter and she PULLED me toward the water like it was a leash or something!

Now try to imagine this. A beautiful naked girl has her hand wrapped around your dick and is pulling you along. In the process her gait is slightly different than your own, which means her hand slides up and down your dick a little. Put her white naked buttocks right in front of your eyes, swaying as she walks.

Good. You understand.

I shot ropes of spermy mess all over those soft white buttocks.

She felt it, looked around, saw the mess ... AND LAUGHED!!!! Then she let go of me, put my face between her hands (one of which was covered with spermy mess) and KISSED me right on the lips! "You are so sweet" she said, and then pulled me, this time by my hand, to the creek.

We got in and I felt her splashing water on my crotch. "Got to clean you up" she said, matter of factly. "Now you do me" and she turned her sperm covered buns to me. In a trance I scooped up water and splashed it on her, washing my mess off, caressing the globes I had so recently decorated with my manly spooge.