Looked Older – Part 1

I was lucky enough to have entered puberty early. As a result, I always looked older than my classmates. I was shaving every day in junior high school and had a full bush around my cock before most of my friends had hair one around theirs. One of the things that made me popular was that I could pass for being old enough to buy beer and cigarettes for all my friends.

From the first moment those hormones kick in every boy wants to fuck. It is hard-wired into us. Biology spurs us on to spread our seed far and wide. One side-effect of my premature development was that I could attract older girls. It made my friends jealous when girls from the high school would check me out and talk to me while they were still trying to work up the courage to hold hands with our classmates. The fact I had three older sisters meant girls held no mystery or awe for me.

The first time I realized just how lucky I was occured when I was twelve years old. I was at the mall walking with a couple of my friends when these two girls walked by us. As we did one of the girls and I locked eyes and turned our heads as we passed. We shared a smile just as we lost contact. On our second circuit of the mall she was alone and my friends dared me to talk with her.

“No problem,” I assured them.

I walked up to her, full of confidence I had no right to have. “Hey.”

She smiled at me. “Hey,” she replied.

“I’m Joe.”

“Barbara. Nice to meet you Joe.” She held out her hand, which I took. It was soft and buttery.

“You want to go get a Coke?”

She nodded. I led the way to a little stand, paid for two sofas and found us a table.

“How come I have never seen you around school?” She asked.

It suddenly dawned on me she thought I was in high school like her. Took me a second to decide if I should lie or not.

“Which school do you go to? I go to Central.”

A look of understanding came over her. “I go to North. Can we still be friends?”

My cock went from zero to tent pole just from the sly smile she put into that question.

We spent about an hour chit chatting. I invented a false identity as we talked, making myself out to be a junior, a golfer (which was true), and a member of the lacrosse team. I found out she was a cheerleader, senior class secretary and, best of all, did not have a boyfriend. She gave me a kiss on the cheek after giving me her number.

The “sister committee” told me to wait a day before calling her so I did not appear desperate. When I did call her she quickly agreed t meet me for a movie date, again at the mall. I arrived early and bought two tickets. Barbara was right on time and seemed impressed that I already bought tickets. She insisted on buying the popcorn.

The lights went down and I met no resistance when I put my arm around her. She put her head on my shoulder.