Taking Cherie Renee

Cherie was a terrible tease, thirteen and my little sister’s best friend. She had traveled with Cherie’s family to Disney Land and spent a lot of time at her house. On those occasions when Cherie came to ours, I found every excuse I could to stay in the vicinity. She was beautiful; soft brown eyes, full lips, a complexion to die for and a developing figure that caused a stirring in my penis every time I saw her. Her blond hair resembled the color of wheat ready for harvest, and she knew she had my pulse in her hands. And I really wanted to make that a literal reality!

We had gone on a picnic at a National Park not too far from our home, and Cherie wore a pair of cutoff shorts without any panties and a tank-top with no bra. Her shorts were so skimpy that every time she bent over or sat down, I was rewarded with a brief shot of her labia on either side of the seam, and an occasional glimpse of her round breasts. She was obvious in her movements, and wanted me to see her. My sister was upset toward me, because Cherie had the attention that would have been hers had Cherie not been there. All through this torturous day, I tried in vain to make contact with Cherie’s inviting body, my cock actually becoming a little sore from being erect and confined in my jeans without relief.

By the time we arrived at home after the outing, my sister was not speaking to Cherie. This afforded an opportunity I had always resigned would never come. Cherie would be spending the night at our house and I was more than willing to entertain her. The desert southwest where we live cools quickly at night, and Cherie showered and changed into a pair of shorts only slightly less revealing than those she had worn all day, an awesome camel-toe obvious to my view. The shirt she selected was snug and outlined her body in a way that I could hardly draw my eyes from, her nipples erect and pushing against the fabric. My hard-on was obvious and did not go unnoticed by my sister.

“Want to go for a walk,” Cherie asked me after my sister had snubbed her and walked by without speaking.

“You bet,” I smiled with my reply.

We stepped out into the waning day and saw the first stars beginning to blink weakly in the twilight. “Where would you like to go,” I asked motioning to the farm spread out around us.

“Anyplace where we can talk,” she said taking my hand.

I had just turned fifteen and though I had had some sexual experience, found this to be pretty cool. I thought quickly of places were we could go, believing that my sister might be waiting to spoil any good fortune I might find with this sexy girl. I discounted the obvious hiding places, knowing those would be the first targets of any malicious search my sister would launch. About a quarter mile from the house, an irrigation pump was enclosed in a little covering that would be ideal for what I hoped would develop in this “walk.” No one was irrigating on this evening, and it would be quiet and secluded from anyone’s view.

I knew that Cherie had already had sex several times from things my sister had told me, a fact that aroused me even more. My only concern was how to move her in the right direction without seeming too anxious and turning her off. I had no idea what delights awaited me, while worried about her response to my intended advances.

I shouldn’t have worried. “I don’t know why you boys are so shy about doing things with a girl,” Cherie said coyly, while undoing the top two buttons on her shirt.