Only if You Pull Out

I had only met her five days earlier. It was one of those summers’
vacations you dread when you’re a teenager. As a family, mom, dad, and I
always went to New Hampshire camping for a week in July. The last couple
of year’s dad relented and we ended up in a commercial campground giving me
the opportunity to have a better time, at least there was a pool, a game
room and a chance to meet someone my age to make friends for the week.
This time I really didn’t want to go, there wouldn’t be many other kids my
age, and I was still too young to stay home alone.

Sunday I was at the game room and in walks another boy who was actually
my age. We hit it off quite well. Monday came, we decided to go fishing.
We ended up walking clear around this pond but were having a hard time
finding any fish. Lying back in some tall soft grass we exchanged stories
about our lives. It was then we noticed someone else fishing over on this
outcropping of rocks. Lo and behold if it wasn’t someone of the female
species.

We watched as she made her way from one spot to another stopping each
time to cast into the water before her. Slowly she was making progress
towards us until she was within hearing distant of us when we called her
over. She definitely was a little different. After awhile I realized she
was dirt poor. Her clothes were old and tattered, she lived in a trailer
with her mom, and sisters and she told stories of dismay about her life.
But on the other hand it looked like she took life in stride, had a good
outlook on it, and was what I call bubbly.

That evening she came to the campground and the three of us hung out.
She kept talking about her boyfriend and how he was on vacation, how she
missed him. We weren’t sure if he was real or imaginary just made up to
keep us at bay. Ronny was like a dog in heat. He persisted in steering
the subject to sex but I guess that’s normal when you’re that age. At
first the comments were subtle and tactful. She made an appearance again
the next day and then again on Thursday evening.

Ronny and I exchanged views on what we would like to do too her when she
wasn’t around. Like fuck her. Ronny claimed her had fucked a girl back
home during the winter but I think he was full of shit, a virgin just like
me. All Thursday night Ronny was making innuendos towards her about sex.
She would just laugh them off as she flirted with both of us. Our
imaginations were running wild. As she played the pinball machines she
would deliberately bend forward allowing her shaggy blouse to open at the
top causing the uppermost portion of her breasts to show. At one point, by
luck, when she didn’t think we were looking I watched her hastily unbutton
the upper button.

Now when she bent over we gawked in amazement at the marvel presented to
us. It was quite clear to both Ronny and me she was a tease out to torment
us. It was a spectacle to behold. It was relatively common in those days
for females to go without bras; older girls were in the process of burning
them but not girls this age. In all likelihood I would have guessed she
only turned in her training bra a year or two prior. Infrequently her
young tits would come into full view, smallish but perky coned shaped tits
with pink puffy nipples pointing outwards were tempting us beyond belief.

Before she left that night the three of us were totally worked up over
the ordeal.