Best Summer Of Our Lives

The summer of 1984, my aunt and cousin moved into my parents' little guest apartment that was attached to the shop behind our house.  I was 13 then and my cousin, Mel was a little older.  I didn't know my aunt and Mel very well because up to that point they lived in another state and I had only seen them a couple of times.  I found out later that was because my my aunt had struggled with drug addiction since she was a teenager and my parents isolated her.  Mel was a little bit of a wild child and rough around the edges. She had a mean side that would come out now and then and she would tell me to "fuck off"... or make fun of me. Eventually she would snap out of it and buddy up to me again and we became good pals.

That summer we filled our time with trips to the arcade, video rental store and the restuarant where my aunt started working. Mel had her driver's license so my dad let her use one of our spare cars. It was great to have someone cart me around. Normally I would be stuck at home while my parents were at work.  We were pretty much alone during the day while the adults were at work.  Sometimes we would sit in the house or apartment all day and watch movies. Mel had a penchant for comedies and horror films.  I wasn't supposed to watch rated R movies but we did anyway. We really weren't even supposed to be able to rent them but nobody seemed to care.  It was a different time then.  After a particularly raunchy comedy, Mel teased me about whether or not I had pubic hair and masturbated. She poked and prodded me while smiling and giggling.  Of course I did!  What 13 year old boy doesn't masturbate??  I wasnt going to outright admit it thought. But she dragged an answer out of me anyways.  Embarrassing! She said she masturbated too, then shoved her had down the front of her pants, made a weird face then started laughing and shoved me off the couch!

At that time, I didn't really know what that all entailed. My parents kept me pretty sheltered and weren't the type to talk about sex.  The only things I knew came from health class or the foul mouthed older kids on the school bus.  Not much of it made sense in my mind yet.  Mel on the other hand, I would eventually learn, was more experienced than a girl her age probably should've been. She had boyfriends in the past and had sex with most of them.  This was titillating information for my 13 year old mind!  I started to have fantasies about Mel when I masturbated.  Of course, at that age, warm mud would have probably gotten my rocks off.  She lightly chided me about the fact that I was a virgin and told me that she lost her virginity when she was 13.  Later, as a young adult, my mom would tell me that Mel was most likely raped by one of my aunt's drugged-out boyfriends when she was younger.  Makes me sad thinking about it now.

On one of a blur of days that summer, I walked into the apartment to find Mel sitting on the couch wearing a bikini top and shorts while watching TV. We sat and talked about whatever.  The sight of her near naked boobs gave me a boner and it was obvious through my own shorts  .Now every adult male will agree with me that boys 13 to 28 walk around 75% of any given day, 80% erect anyways. It's our baseline arousal point. A slight breeze and... BOOM, 110% full-blown erection!  Anyways...She grabbed my crotch, looked at me and laughed, "You have a boner!!"  Oh my god, I could have died!  I was so embarrassed, I remember wanting to go hide somewhere.

"Let me see it!"

What?? Oh hell no!  I told her to leave me alone and stop making fun of me!  She persisted and was grabbing at the elastic of my shorts. She worked them down a little and out popped my erection.  I went to pull my shorts back up and she stopped me. She looked at me and said, "Wait a second, wait a second!"  She gripped my penis and started to stroke it up and down, coo-ing at me and masturbating me until I shot my load all over her hand and my stomach.  My first ever handjob.

We ended up fooling around quite a bit in the days to follow.  Sure, it felt weird at times but Mel was more of a friend than she was family.  At least in my mind at the time.  The allure of new sexual experiences easily blurred those lines. I'm mean, hell, I was a horny teenage boy!  Mel was somewhat of a tutor I guess.  She showed me her vagina and we experimanted orally with each other. Well, I experimented, she seemed to know what she was doing.  Obviously all firsts for me!

Before too long, in one of our sessions, we were laying on the floor in front of the TV, we were being "handsie" and she was getting aggressive. She asked me if I wanted to "do it".  What??  That was a scary proposition for me at the time. Until then it had just been fun and games but this was actually serious!  The vision of pregnant teenage girls was a frightening aspect. Rumors were always floating around school about couples who were "doing it" and pregnancy scares!  Mel assured me that wouldn't happen because her mom had her on birth control to help with mood swings during her period and of course, she was obviously sexually active.  She climbed on top and straddled me and lowered herself onto me. She rocked her hips and moaned. Her small breast bounced and her cheeks became flushed.  It felt great and I didn't last very long. I orgasmed and shot my load inside of her.  "Already??"  I'll never forget her face. She looked disappointed. She rolled off of me and onto her back, and masturbated herself to an orgasm.  I had lost my virginity to my cousin.

Things seemed to cool off between us after that. We still got together but it was less frequent than before. We had sex one more time and it was more enjoyable but I had a tremendous amount of guilt building within me.  Way too young, too much, too soon.  As an adult, I later came to the realization that Mel was more focused on her own self-gratification more than anything I was thinking or feeling.  But at the time I was feeling like I was in love. Or something like it.  A few weeks before school started I was shocked when my mom told me that Mel and my aunt were moving out the next day.  FUCK!!  I was upset and when I asked why, she only said, "It was just time they moved on."  I would find out later in life that my aunt had relapsed into her drug addiction and because she was resisting help, my dad told her that Mel could stay, but she had to leave.  That choice must not have worked for my aunt because they both packed their stuff that evening.

The next day I went out to say goodbye and Mel would barely look or talk to me.  I was heartbroken when they drove away.  The years passed and I had several girlfriends. I got really serious with a few but I would always think of Mel.  I think the memories were more nostalgia than actually based in reality but I wondered where she was at and how she was doing. 

My senior year in high school my parents informed me that my aunt, Mel's mom, had died of a drug overdose and that we were going to California so that my dad could handle arrangements and bury his sister.  The first time I saw Mel I was taken aback by how much she had changed.  We both had changed but she was thin and pale with blue hair and some piercings.  We initially hugged but didn't say much.  Her eyes were vacant but she managed a smile at me.  During the time we were there I didn't see her much. She would show up briefly from time to time to talk to dad about arrangements but then disappear again.  The day we left to drive home she came to our hotel room to say goodbye. She and I walked the lobby and talked.  She asked me about school and senior year and asked if I had a girlfriend.  She winked, smiled and mischievously shoulder bumped me when I told her I did.  We said goodbye and hugged and when she leaned in she told me that she hadn't forgotten her little cousin and that summer of 1984.  It was one of the happiest times of her life.T

he whole, long trip home I had a hole in my chest that even to this day I still get when I think of her.  I graduated high school and went to college. Got engaged to the girl I was dating and we married.  In September of 1998 my mom called me and informed me that Mel had died of a drug overdose.  That short visit in that hotel lobby in California all those years ago was that last time I would ever see her.