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The Boy Next Door

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After reading stories on this site I have learned that a lot of people, such as myself, tend to be curious and learn things at a younger age.

When I was growing up I lived in a neighborhood with only boys; so, logically, I ended up becoming a bit of a tomboy and never thought about boys as anything but friends. That was until a boy down the street gave me my first kiss. He was about three years older than me and was much further along when it came to sexual curiosity. Before I knew it we were sneaking around to make out whenever we could. The kissing was ok, but we were both young and he didn't know what he was doing. What I would love was when he would kiss my neck, it sent shivers down my spine, the thought of it still does.

This kissing went on for the summer of that year. As it got cold and started to snow we couldn't hide outside so we stopped. Every once in a while we would quickly kiss in either of our houses but the thought of getting caught by a parent or sibling was enough to keep us separate. When the next summer started to roll around I started to get excited. I was looking forward to the kissing, at the time I only had an abstract idea of what sex (and all that goes with it) was. He, however, knew a lot more and was ready to explore.

One day, while we were hanging out in the orchard by our house he lightly put his hand on my left breast, which was rather small and still growing. Shivers ran up and down my body. Before I knew it, he was pulling up my shirt to get a look at my training bra. I didn't quite get it but I loved it that it drove him wild. The kissing and light fondling continued for the summer.

When the next summer arrived, his family purchased a pool. One day, when neither of our siblings were in the pool with us, he pulled me against him into a tight hug. As he clung to me I could feel his cock standing at attention. He let go of me but I stayed close by. He took my right hand and put it on his cock through his swimming trunks. I was curious and I loved how warm his penis was compared to the water that surrounded it. It was sooo warm and the water was so cold.

As I think back on this I get more and more wet. All of this, and what I haven't yet told you, happened years ago. Yet, it never fails to get me horny. It is getting late, and I still need to have some 'fun' before I head to bed.



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