We waited until 18.

My name is Tom. My family and I moved to a new neighborhood when I was young. My father had purchased 1 of 2 lots being sold by the owner of the old farm house that was on the end of the block. Our house was being built at the same time as the house on the other lot that was sold. One of the times we were at the house as it was being constructed, our new neighbors were there to see the progress being made on their house. I met the young girl that would my neighbor. Gwen had a terrific smile that would melt your heart. I discovered later that it sometimes disguised a hidden intent. We discovered our birthdays were one day apart when our mothers were getting to know each other. Gwen and I moved to one of mounds of dirt left from the excavation of both basements to play while our parent had a conversation.

Our families moved into the completed houses just about 2 weeks apart. Gwen would be the only kid my age in the neighborhood. Gwen and I became fast friends over the next several years. Since our birthdays were a day apart we celebrated them together with cousins, other family members, and friends from other neighborhoods.

We spent our summers mostly with each other. It was never a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship, but were best friends. We occasionally went to the movies together. We ate lunch and dinner together many times. Sometimes we took our bikes and went to a fast food place or for ice cream. Although neither of us considered these dates. We always paid our own way.

One of the special places we went to was my grandfather’s property. My grandfather and grandmother had died a number of years ago. My dad had paid his only brother half of the price of the land and was now the sole owner of the property. It was a couple miles east down the state highway that was at the end of our street. The Main Street of the city we lived came to a T with the state highway. The highway went off to the west to a small city about 15 miles away. The highway also went east for a short way before curving south to go around a marshy area and a lake. Our street was the first left turn after the highway turned south and was on a peninsula between the marshy area and the lake. Our house as well as Gwen’s house were on the marshy side. The other side of the street was on the lake side. The highway continued south past our street until eventually turning east again running about one half mile south of the south shore of the lake. The dirt road onto the property my grandfather used to own was a little more than 1 and a half miles after the highway turned east again. 2 miles farther the highway went over the interstate that ran down the city’s eastern limits.

There was mostly farmland south of the highway when we had moved into our house. While in elementary school they began building a new high school and middle school west of our street and south of the main street’s T with the highway. We would see them working everyday we came home on the school bus during the Spring of third grade. They continued to work throughout the Summer. The new buildings were completed before school was out for the Summer. Over the Summer the landscaping was completed as were the parking lots. Everything was ready for the upcoming school year. Gwen and I would still be going to our elementary school, but would go to the new middle school the next year.

One Summer our parents let us bike down to the lakeside property my father now owned. There was a bike path that ran along the highway and went all the way to the interstate. We would pack our backpacks with towels and lunches and bike down during the morning. The property had a dirt road that ran from the highway to the remains of an old stone house on the property. Long ago the roof had caved in and any wood in the house had rotted away. When my father purchased the property he was ordered to clear away the debris, so the stone structures remaining could be tested for stability. This was completed and the stone structures were allowed to remain. Beyond this structure there was a large hill about 30 feet tall. It was mostly sand and ran the width of the property. The top of the hill was relatively flat and was about 15 feet wide by 20 feet long. It was more of an oval in shape. The lakeside portion of the hill ended in a sandy beach on the lake.

Gwen and I would swim until we would eat lunch. We would usually eat lunch on the top of the hill on the navy blue blanket. We would get some sun and/or play a game which we brought with us. In the afternoon we would again do some swimming before biking home. We did this 2 or sometimes 3 days a week throughout the Summer.

Gwen and I continued to be best friends throughout school. We continued to bike 2 or 3 times a week during the summer to the property on the lake. Occasionally we even spent nights “camped out” in our sleeping bags. We did this many times when there were meteor showers. Occasionally we would have a campfire to cook our supper and roast marshmallows. We enjoyed these times together as best friends would.

During this time both of us had gone through puberty. Gwen’s body changed in wonderful ways. I noticed this most intensely when we took our trips to the lake property. She had switched to a two-piece swimsuit. It showed off her developing curves and developing breasts. I pretended not to notice or tried not to let her know I was noticing. Occasionally she would smile her devious, cute smile when I was caught looking at her in her swimsuit. In the early part of 8th grade I started changing. My facial hair began to grow, then for several weeks I had a raspy, cracking, and sometimes squeaky voice. Gwen teased me to no end during this time. Calling my voice parrot squawks. Finally when my voice settled, she told me I had a radio voice.

During the summers we still spent time alone at the property on the lake. We still camped out overnight with our parents approval or at least with no disapproval.

At school Gwen and I normally ate lunch together. Sometimes we were joined by her girlfriends. They were generally the outgoing, cheerleader type. Other times we were joined by my boyfriends. They were generally the average guys, not bad looking, but not the “hunks” of the class. I think everyone assumed Gwen and I were boyfriend and girlfriend and that we were dating. This was likely the reason neither Gwen nor I had many dates throughout high school.

During out freshman year I was on the basketball team and Gwen was on the volleyball team. I was moved up to the sophomore team as a result of a sophomore player getting injured. I actually also got some playing time in the 3rd and 4th quarters on the J.V. team. Gwen was promoted to the sophomore team due to the skill she had setting and spiking the ball. She also got some opportunities to play on the J.V. team. We both made the varsity teams our sophomore year and remained there throughout high school.

Before going farther, I should let you know that Gwen was voted by our class to be the freshman homecoming representative, sophomore class representative the next year and junior class representative the year after. I had not really noticed, but suddenly realized Gwen had become the most beautiful girl in our class.

Then Sarah Elizabeth Townsend moved into town during the Spring of our Junior year. Sarah E., as most of us came to call her, was absolutely gorgeous. She had long naturally blond hair with just the right amount of curl. She was tall with long sleek legs. Her face had the look of a model with perfect skin. She had a woman’s body with nice curves and breasts guys or even the girls could not fail to notice. Sarah E. dressed very fashionably without being revealing. She turned heads when she walked down the school halls. Sarah E. steadily gained friends and popularity during our junior year.

We turned 18 just after the start of our senior year. Gwen had told me about her dream of being homecoming queen our senior year. When it came around to the election for homecoming queen there were 6 girls on the ballot. Sarah E. and Gwen plus 4 other girls that were cheerleaders. I was one of 3 students randomly ***********ed to count the votes. After school, Monday before homecoming, the day of the voting, the 3 of us and 2 teachers to oversaw the counting process. We went into a classroom to tally the votes. Throughout most of the process Gwen and Sarah E. were within 10 votes of each other. Sometimes one was ahead sometimes the other. At the end of the count Sarah E. was ahead by 9 votes. We had separated the ballots into piles, one for each of the girls who received votes. We set aside the ballots for other 4 girls that were not the top two vote getters. We recounted and the vote totals were the same as the previous count. Voting results were not to be announced until the next day. I walked home slowly. Gwen’s family had gone out to celebrate her grandparent’s anniversary.

After several hours I went to bed. My bedroom was downstairs on the backside of the house. I was almost asleep when I heard a light tapping on the ground-level window above my bed. I had pajamas on so I stood on my bed and looked out. Gwen was peering in, motioning me to open the window. I opened the window.

“May I come in?” she asked in an insistent tone I could not refuse.

I helped her come in the window and then we sat on the edge of my bed for several seconds. She had done this once before a few years ago after one of her other grandparents had died. That night she had stayed with me all night in my bed sobbing off and on all night. She was very close to all of her grandparents. I had held her, comforted her, and mourned with her until morning.

Tonight she finally she broke the silence stating, “You know why I am here.”

“Yes, I do,” I responded putting my arm around her.

“I lost didn’t I?” she asked already beginning to cry.

“You lost by 9 votes,” I answered softly as she turned for a hug. “I’m so sorry!”

She sobbed in my arms for several minutes. I hugged her and lightly rubbed her back as she continued crying. I obviously knew how very important this was to her. The side of her head rested on my shoulder. I felt her warm tears drop and run down my chest. Her body was moving up and down during the sobs and her labored breathing. After several minutes her sobbing nearly subsided and her breathing returned to normal. However, I still felt her sadness

“M.may I spend the n.nght with y.you?” she eventually asked in a tone that was different than I remember hearing from her before.

This was a request, a demand, a plea, and something I can only describe as a invitation.

“Sure, please feel free to stay,” I answered.

“Thanks!”, she said. “Do you have a t-shirt I can wear? I can’t sleep in these clothes.”

“Take whatever you want from the closet,” I returned.

Gwen looked into the closet and took something out. She then disappeared into the bathroom, closed the door, I saw the light appear underneath the door. A few minutes later the door opened, Gwen reappeared, then hung her clothes up in the closet. When she turned to face me she sure looked beautiful, however the sadness and the hurt was still on her face and in her eyes. She forced a smile as she walked to the side of my bed.

“Can I sleep on the side away from the wall?” she asked.

I moved to the side of the bed next to the wall. I laid down and pulled the sheet and blanket up to my waist. Gwen pulled the cord to turn off the light and got into bed and laid facing away from me. A few seconds later I heard a sniffle from her side of the bed. Soon it developed into sobbing. I could feel her body shaking the bed. I moved over and put my arm around her waist and gave a gentle hug. She pushed back into me. We were in contact from just below our necks to our feet. The feeling of her warm body pressed against me even through my pajamas and her t-shirt was unlike any experience we had had before. We had slept together in the same bed before, but had maintained our own space. We had also slept together many times on the hill at the lake, but always in separate sleeping bags. Gwen put her free hand over the hand I had around her. She moved it up her torso until my arm was touching the bottom of her breasts.

“Have you ever wondered what my breasts feel like? Or how it would feel to massage or squeeze them?” Gwen asked.

She did not wait for an answer. Instead she moved my hand up over her left breast and placed it there. Even through the fabric of the t-shirt I felt the warmth and softness. Then after several seconds I felt a hard bump and her breast seemed more firm.

“Go ahead. Massage it,” she suggested. “It feels good when I do it. I am anxious to know how it feels when someone else does it.”

This caught me by surprise. Being best friends we had occasionally talked about sexual things, but I had never considered doing anything sexual with or to Gwen.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Tom, I just want to feel better,” Gwen stated. “Please, Tom.”

I began to move my hand in a circular motion over her breast. She responded with a contented satisfied sound.

“Mmmm! That does feel good,” Gwen said. “May I ask one more thing?”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Would you mind if I take off the t-shirt, so you can touch my skin?” she asked.

“No I do not mind, not if you wish to,” I responded wondering how far this was going.

Gwen started wriggling and I felt the t-shirt move up and over her head. I heard it gently drop to the floor. She put my hand back on her now exposed breast. It surprised me how soft and smooth her skin was. I also noted how warm it was. But I was most surprised how hard her nipple was. I massaged her breast enjoying the feeling and Gwen’s verbal response. She pressed hard against my hand. During the process her nipple slipped between two of my fingers and down to the base. The skin between my fingers caught it for an instant. Gwen jumped when her nipple jerked free.

“Oooo, that was intense. Would you try using your fingers directly on my nipple,” Gwen requested.

This was a new experience for me. I had been on a few dates, most were double dates me and my date with Gwen and her date, but I had never had been in bed with a girl who was naked. Most of the girls in school assumed Gwen and I were a couple so dating opportunities were few. Likewise Gwen had only been on a few dates that were not double dates with myself and another girl. Gwen and I were definitely crossing into new territory.

I did as Gwen desired and rubbed my fingertips over her nipple to ooo’s, ahh’s, and mmm’s coming from Gwen. I decided to give her nipple a light pinch. Gwen squealed but not loud enough for my family upstairs to hear. I froze not knowing if it was a good experience or a bad for her.

“Was that ok?” I asked.

“Maybe a little to hard,” she replied. “But mostly it felt good.”

During this time I was so focused on her, that I had not noticed that my penis had become rock hard. It was firmly pressing against my pajama pants and was running along the crack between her butt cheeks. The movement of our activity had brought me to life. Before I realized it Gwen reached back and found my erection with her hand. Since it was pointing up toward her back she began lightly rubbing up and down the underside.

“Is this this ok?” she asked.

Wondering what she expected me to say, I answered, “Yes. It feels very good.”

“I am surprised how hard your penis is, except the head is softer and kind of spongy,” she said. “Is the head more sensitive than the rest?”

“Yes, the head is more sensitive, especially the ridge before the shaft starts,” I again replied.

She responded by running her fingertips lightly around the ridge of my penis. I was certainly becoming quite aroused at this point.

“Would you move your hand over to my other breast please,” Gwen requested.

I did as she requested. I moved my hand to the other breast. I started with a gentle massage with the palm of my hand. She pressed her breast into the palm of my hand. After a few minutes I began to concentrate on her nipple. Her breast had become firm and the nipple had become hard. I teased and tickled her nipple with moans of pleasure coming from lips. During this time she had continued pleasuring my penis. I felt the pressure building and my muscles tightening. I think somehow she had sensed this to and she stopped.

“Tom, I want to see you ejaculate. May I turn the light on?” she asked.

I kissed her on the neck before answering her and said, “Sure, if you wish to.”

Gwen sat up, then stood, and pulled the cord to turn on the ceiling light. When she turned to look at me, I saw her naked for the first time since we were 6 years old. I must have gasped.

“Is something wrong,” Gwen asked.

I gathered myself before saying, “No, nothing is wrong. I was just struck with how beautiful you are.”

Gwen smiled for the first time that night. I know I had seen Gwen in a bikini. But seeing her naked body was just something different. I just stared at her with my mouth open.

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear that,” she responded as she sat down on the bed still facing me. She wrapped her fingers back around my rod and began pumping up and down. I leaned up and kissed her nipple before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. Again moans of pleasure came from her lips. She put her other hand behind my head and pressed it into her breast. I continued pleasuring her, which prolonged the time before I exploded. I realized I was getting close and laid back on the bed. I warned Gwen I was about to cum. I grunted and my first jet of seamen shot up in the air and landed on my stomach. The next 2 or 3 jets were smaller but still landed on me. The remaining semen oozed out of my penis and dripped down on her hand holding my penis. Gwen’s eye were wide in amazement.

“That was not what I expected!” she exclaimed. “That was surprising.