A Memory

When I was 14, the family next to us were super-religious. We attended mass every Sunday, they went on to every service going, and the mom went every single day. They had three children, Jessica who was an altar server along with her older sister Shelley, and Allan who at 14, sang in the choir.  And what a voice he had! I would hear him sing solos and it made my tummy feel weird. I didn’t recognise it as horniness at the time, but there was a low, dragging feeling every time he sang, and I felt this feeling between my legs.  Their yard was bigger than ours and beautifully landscaped. There were several secluded areas, and one I could see from my bedroom window. At 14, I was shy. I felt my body changing, and I kept myself to myself. I wasn’t even brave enough to try a bikini, despite my mom encouraging me.  So, this one, stiflingly hot summer afternoon, I had the air conditioning turned up full, and was in just my underwear in my room. I still felt hot and sticky and was even considering stripping naked, when I saw a movement next door.  Allan was wearing just shorts, and had set up a lounger under a tree in one of the secluded areas of the garden. Yes, I stared at him, and yes, I was thinking of that glorious voice and how it made me feel.  For a while, he just lay there, then his hand moved under his shorts, and soon, I guess after a few minutes, he slipped his shorts off and revealed the first erect dick I’d even seen. Then, he began to masturbate.  I knew boys ‘did it’, and I even knew how, thanks to a girl friend who had brothers and had told us at a sleepover exactly what they did.  Allan lay there, rubbing his dick, and his hips started to move. He looked so cool. I was close enough to see something spurt out of his dick and onto his chest. I didn’t realise I don’t think that this was sperm, and it even took a few seconds for me to realise that he had actually cum!  I got that feeling low down in my tummy, and between my legs again. I moved well away from the window and took my panties down a ways. I found that they were wet, and smelled musky.  That night, all I could think about was Allan jacking off. I wondered what he had been thinking about and part of me hoped it was me! I remember slipping my hand into my panties, the same ones I’d worn all day, and finding them warm, and wet. I was wet too, very wet. I played around a bit, and it made me feel really good, but I don’t think I actually cummed at that point.  I hoped I would catch Allan again, but I never did. I was sad when they moved away. If nothing else, Allan got me interested in touching down there, but like many girls, I was hesitant. It’s all hidden and girls know that sex at first is painful, so we are super careful. There’s also the mess. The thing is, a guy will cum, spurt his load and that’s it. A girl is always at least moist down there, and when she gets aroused, the wetness can last for hours, and there’s a scent to it too. We worry, if we can smell it ourselves, that others might as well. That’s why we wear panty liners, even though that’s not really good health-wise. Our vaginas are made to be self-libricating, and we should just let it leave our bodies in the natural way.  Then there are girls like me who squirt heavily when we cum. I’m doubly “blessed” in that regard, since even though I go to the bathroom first, I find I often pee along with the squirt. I won’t deny it, when I pee and cum it feels amazing! It really adds something to the exprience, and when I cum standing up, it’s a whole new ball game!  I would have loved to have been down there in that secluded piece of garden alongside Allan. I would have loved to watch up close as he spurted. I’m not saying I would have licked it off him...it would be a long time before I knew what sperm tastes like...but somehow, I knew what he did had meaning. It was important. It mattered.  When I did start to make myself cum, I would sometimes think of Allan in that garden. It progressed to me fantasising about him in his choir robes naked underneath, or me jacking him off, and feeling that spurt on my face. I don’t think I ever fantasised about him fucking me though.  Still, I might go do that right now.