Young America (Friendship)

This is a heart-felt story and a little more on the serious side than the others, but still has good action. I hope you enjoy it.

Ronnie woke up at nine in the morning, like usual, to the warm summer breeze flowing through his open window. As he rubbed his eyes, he noticed his usual morning wood standing out making his sleeping pants a massive tent. He yawned, and felt the familiar unrestricted urge to jack off, and planned to, after he shut the window.

His hand grabbed the window and pulled it to, but something caught his eye that he couldn’t believe. Down by the pool laid the most beautiful girl in the neighborhood, Salem. She was laying face-down, but topless, Ronnie felt the surge of blood rush to his penis, and knew the ache of what nature intended for him to do, but society had restricted.

He rushed over to his door, and flipped the lock. His legs couldn’t seem to carry him fast enough back to the glorious sight. Ronnie watched her from his perch, and noticed the younger children in the next yard jumping on the trampoline, but he didn’t care if they saw him this time. Salem’s young supple body called to him with all of her womanly vice.

Salem was wearing a red two piece with her top on the ground, and her bottom riding deep inside her toned ass. She was a white girl, but tanned from the sun like a beautiful angel. Ronnie admired her as an older kid, but knew that he could never be with her, or even get her attention. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that this was the kind of attention she really wanted, even from a young boy like him. That’s what he thought anyways.

Ronnie pulled his pajama pants down, and released the beast. His hand gripped the shaft with determined authority, and began to tug and pull with every stroke making it longer and harder. He focused in on the crack of her ass, and pictured his penis sliding up and down her toned back. He got a thrill just thinking about rubbing his balls on the small of her back and down between her tight cheeks.

Suddenly everything changed though, Ronnie ducked behind the curtain as she rolled over and her small B sized tits perked up to the sun and into full view. They were tanned and glorious to behold as Ronnie inched back up, practically drooling. The small pink nipples stood proud under the summer sun, and called out to Ronnie’s rock hard penis.

Salem knew she was being watched, and loved the thrill that she got from being a Good Samaritan. She had picked this spot just so the little lesbian girl could fulfill her desires for Salem’s lusty older body. Salem felt sorry for her as the only lesbian that she knew of in the neighborhood, and wanted to give her this gift of sexual desire as well as fulfill her own.

Salem was by no means a lesbian, but appreciated the female physique and always loved an admirer. She kept an eye on the lesbian girl through her oversized aviators, while the younger girl peeked through the fence slats. Salem looked down her belly, and smiled at her voyeur friend. She slowly widened her smooth legs, and slid her finger between them. Her finger pulled the suit to the side to give the young lesbian girl the view of a lifetime.

Salem became wet with the thought that she was showing a the younger girl her newly shaved, virgin pussy. She closed her eyes, and relished the thought of the shy girl fingering herself to her pink, luscious vagina. Salem’s young body went frantic with the thought of the lesbian girl squirming her tongue in and out, and pressing against Salem’s hymen. She could practically feel the wet little worm working its way in, slowly caressing each sensitive part in between her smooth legs.

Raven breathed heavily as she rubbed her white panties, crouching in the alleyway behind the large trashcans. She could feel the dampness of her own juices as another pair of panties needed washed, but then something caught her eye. Her fingers came to a stop, and her eyes went wide as she noticed Ronnie peeking through the top window.

Something jolted through her that instant as she looked down at Salem’s pink pussy, and back up to Ronnie’s focused motion. Their three-way circle jerk, was profound to her, and turned her on more than just Salem. She loved girls, but always thought boys were okay too, as long as they were young or more feminine.

Her small fingers worked their way around her cotton underwear, and she closed her eyes preparing for penetration.