Chapter 1

Lisa Cummings had just turned fifteen the month prior. In grade school and junior high, she had spent most of her free time in after school tumbling classes, and eventually beginning gymnastics. Now, as a freshman in high school, Lisa went to after school practice three nights a week in hopes of eventually being invited to participate fully with her high school team. And now, today, Greg Welkens, the state gymnastics champion whose picture had been on the cover of a dozen magazines; that very same Greg Welkens, had offered to give her a ride home after practice. After showering and dressing, as she was leaving the locker room, Lisa paused and added another mist of perfume to the area just above her bra. They walked together to his car, and she slid across the seat to be next to him. In a matter of minutes, Greg turned off the main street and drove four blocks down a side street to a row of darkened buildings.

He pulled the car to the curb, and said,"Lisa, I told you we could talk on the way home. We don't have a lot of time tonight, but there are some things that I could tell you that might help. With his arm, he spun her sideways in her seat, and then laid her back so that she rested on his left arm, allowing her to look up at him. With his right hand free, he moved it to her left breast, cupping it gently. Lisa had gone on several dates so far in her high school career, but none of the boys had been so bold as to touch her breasts.

As he caressed her, he could feel her nipple reacting, but the effect was dampened by the padding in Lisa's bra. "First thing," Greg began, "you never want anything to confine the muscles in your upper body. No arm bands, no stretchy support T-shirts. Lose the bra." He said it so matter-of-factly that to Lisa it was just another in the list of things she needed to do. "Besides," he continued," you really don't need one anyway. You're not large enough there to sag and you're a lot cuter without one." He paused in his comments to allow her time to ponder them a bit, and then began again. "Personally, I can't stand underwear. I think it is all too confining and impairs your body to breathe naturally and certainly cramps your ability to feel free."

"But, I can't walk around practice without a bra on. Everyone will see my..."

"What," he interrupted, "your nipples? Do you really think there is a boy out there that doesn't think your breasts have a nipple attached on the end? Yes, most likely, everyone will see your nipples if you get excited and they get hard, but when you can do the entire routine on the rings, without fault, because your arms and chest muscles are free to move, I guarantee you'll forget all about anyone seeing your nipples. Same goes for your underpants," he added at the last moment. With that, he squeezed his fingers together, grabbing only the material of her bra and lifting it away from her breast a bit. "All this foam, what good does it do, unless maybe it protects you if you walk head first into a wall or something."

He never gave her the opportunity to answer. He quickly spun her around again so that she was facing forward, started the car and drove to her house. "See you at practice," he said as she closed the door and ran up her front walk.

Several days later, Greg found Lisa at the rings station when he completed his own workout routine. As she went through her routine, it was obvious to Greg that not only did she "lose the bra" but she was also without panties, and had even removed the panty liner that most girls attached to the crotch of their leotards. A very youthful cameltoe was clearly visible to Greg as she twisted and turned above him.

Formulating a plan for the weekend, Greg moved away from Lisa and "spotted" for other girls, coached the younger boys and, from time to time, mounted an apparatus and flew through his routine without a worry. Repeatedly, he would look back toward Lisa, making furtive eye contact, just to make sure that she knew he was paying attention to her. By the time that practice concluded, Lisa was convinced that he was flirting with her.

Greg caught up to her later, as she was walking out of the gym complex, hr mentioned a new movie that was coming out that weekend, invited her to join him, and then suggested that they could even stop by a party at a friend's house after the movie, if they felt like it. Lisa quickly accepted and couldn't wait to phone her best friend to tell her all about it.

Greg picked up Lisa about seven thirty Saturday evening and headed off to the theater to catch the first showing of a new adventure film. To be sure, it was a guy flick, but it had just enough romantic scenes to make it enjoyable for girls, too. Originally, Greg had planned on stopping in at a friend's house where a party was in full swing, but as they drove near that house, the music was so loud that they could hear it before turning onto the street and Greg knew the party would get busted for noise and then all kinds of bad things could happen. He opted, instead, to drive on past and continue on out of town until he finally arrived at a county park.

With blanket in hand, Greg led Lisa down a well worn path to a clearing overlooking the river. He had come here many times before and knew it to be a very private spot, especially at night. Lisa was quiet, almost star struck really. Yes, she had gone on some dates with other guys, but they were all in her own age group. Greg was a senior, a very popular senior, a state champion even, and a very handsome guy as well. That he should be interested in her, and ask her out on a date, was the talk of her lunch table group all week. Now here she was, lying next to him on a blanket in the sunshine of a warm fall evening watching the water pass slowly by as it made its way down the river.

"I like to come out here in the evenings," he said. "It is so peaceful and quiet. It's a good way for me to relieve the stress of competition." He was running his fingers over her cheeks lightly, and then down her neck, sending chills up and down her body. Slowly, he leaned across her body and kissed her lips, very softly and tenderly.

In her mind it was a gentle, loving kiss that she never wanted to end. Her nipples hardened as his hand began to drift downwards from her neck. He saw them point up against her blouse and confirmed to himself that she had followed his direction. His hand changed direction slightly and began to unbutton her blouse. Lisa made no effort to stop him; in fact, he could see that her breathing has increased noticeably.

On her back, her barely formed breasts were almost non-existent. He could lay the palm of his hand flat on her chest next to her breast and the base of her nipple barely extended over that thickness. But she was young, he knew, and just developing and he could see that her nipples were certainly reactive and sensitive. Slowly he began to draw circles around her nipples with his index finger. After several circles, he pulled his finger tip across the top of her nipple very slowly. As the tip of his finger finally touched the end of her nipple, her body began to tremble and Lisa began to make strange noises — not moans, really and not cries or words, just sounds. When Greg pinched her nipple, Lisa's hands moved quickly to her crotch and she pulled firmly against her body, holding herself there for more than a minute. Greg acted as if nothing had happened.

He knew that he could take her right then, without objection, but that was not the way he did things. Instead, when she began to relax and her trembling stopped, he rolled away, back onto his back, just as he had been ten minutes prior. Lisa remained motionless and when she realized that he was no longer so close to her, she wondered if something had gone wrong. But she could see him there, next to her. He was not moving away, or sitting up or giving any signs of being upset or angry. He was just laying there. She felt a little strange, her blouse unbuttoned and her breasts exposed, but there was no one else to see her so what did it matter. Without even realizing what she was doing, she moved both hands to her breasts and began to massage them firmly.

As she did that, he once again rolled up onto his side and leaned over her face. "Do you want me to continue?" he asked.

Lisa grabbed his hand and tried to pull it to her crotch, but his arm firmed and he held it away from her body. "No, there is no hurry," he said. "We will do this my way." She released her grip on his arm. "Please unbutton your shorts and push them down to your ankles."

Lisa complied, pushing them down and finally off, kicking them gently into the grass next to the blanket. He was quite pleased to see that she has chosen not to wear any underwear as well. She was, essentially, naked with a man for the first time in her life, and that man had his hand moving in circles around her navel, ever expanding circles that moved lower and lower until she felt his fingers run across her pubic hair. His touch was so light as to almost not be there, yet every time his finger moved from her flesh to that still tiny patch of hair, it made her feel as if she was on fire inside.

Greg rolled himself around a little more and positioned his body inside of her legs. He immediately began kissing the inside of her thighs, first one side and then the other, starting at the knee and moving toward the junction. As he neared her body he stopped, backed his head away a little and just looked at her nakedness. Yes she had very little pussy hair yet, but she was young, and he was certain that she had not shaved it off yet. It was a very light brown, almost blond in color and just created a difference compared to her bare skin. The whole "bush", if he could call it that, was not even four inches across, and just beginning to partially cover the length of her pussy lips. Her mound was swollen and puffy, and her labia were still closed. Right there at the top, though, emerging from its hiding place was her little nubbin of pleasure. It was just perfect, he thought. He wished he could take a picture of her, just to remember how perfect it looked.

Greg moved his head closer and began to blow lightly on her skin. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her, could feel it moving closer and crossing from one leg to the other, blowing through her pubic hair. The effect on her was dramatic.

"Greg, you have to do something. You're going to drive me insane."

He said nothing but moved his lips much closer to her and then extended his tongue until she felt its touch. It was right there, right at the opening of her vagina, and she could feel it darting around, sometimes even actually entering her a little. She was about to say something else to him, to beg him to do something, when she felt him moving up, his tongue moving up between her labia. Without warning, she felt him push his mouth tight against her and then suck her clitoris into his mouth, holding it, actually biting it a little with his teeth. When his tongue began to flick at it, while he held it so tightly, she could no longer control her emotions. She grabbed the back of his head with her hands and pulled it tightly to her body. Her hips were pumping up and down uncontrollably and yet she wouldn't let go of his head and he would not stop tormenting her clit with his tongue.