Girls Do It Too Ya know... Pt1

I was in my late teens. Probably 17 or 18 at the time. I forget exactly what year it was. The town I live in is old by American standards, and there are a lot of houses that were built in the 1800’s. These houses have interesting layouts and typically need a good bit of TLC. The house I grew up on is on a back road, slightly elevated from the neighbors across the street. Our house was situated so that it was directly across from the boundary of two other houses. Slightly to the left lived a girl, K,  that I spent my entire childhood playing with, and my entire teen years wanting to “play” with. Slightly to the right was an 1800’s farmhouse that had been owned by an older couple. When the couple got to the point that they were too old to maintain the house, they sold it to a young couple who were originally from a couple states away. I remember the day they arrived.

K and I were hanging out on her back deck. Summer was hot that year, and though we were barely a week out of school, we were already sweating. (Turns out K had the serious hots for me for ages, and I never really picked up on the signs.) anyway… we were sitting on her deck enjoying some iced tea. K was a cross country runner in high school, as well as an avid horse rider. Her body was always in amazing shape. She was tall with well-toned legs that went forever. By a fluke of genetics and Scandinavian heritage, she also had amazing firm C cup tits, even through there was not an ounce of fat on her body anywhere else. Turns out K had a special set of shirts she kept just for me, they were about 2 sizes too small, they stopped at her stomach, and werestretched to their limits around her chest. She also never wore a bra around me. They were light colors so her nipples poked through and I could clearly make out every detail. She also wore shorts that were similarly tight so that I learned to appreciate camel toe before I knew the term. (How I could have not realized the signs, I have no idea… it probably stems from the fact we grew up like brother and sister. However I have fantasized a lot about ‘What could have been’).

So… we were sitting out sipping ice cold cokes, in a town where nothing ever happened when a moving van pulls up next door. We decided to go head over and check it out, K forgetting that she was not much more than naked, which led to an interesting afternoon. We got there and were greeted by a young couple. Mr. & Mrs. Turns out that Mr. was a Jr exec for a company, and was planning on transferring to the state at the end of the summer. Both Mr. and Mrs. Seemed average. He had brown hair and glasses, she had black hair that hung just below her shoulders. They both wore loose fitting t-shirs and baggy jeans. Mr. spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to look like a total pervert with every bit of K’s body on display. I on the other hand spent the rest of the afternoon watching K’s body, a fact that Mrs. clearly noticed with a few glances and smiles my way. We all chatted a bit. K and I helped Mr. and Mrs. move some stuff into their house. Along the way Mr. had commented that the yard needed a lot work cleaning up, but that he wasn’t going to have the time until September. He casually asked if “us kids” wanted to earn some extra money. K was already busy with various things, and didn’t have a lot of free time. And the free time she did have was spent trying to get me to get the message that she wanted me to fuck her brains out….

“I can give you a hand.” I piped up. But don’t worry about the money. Happy to help a new neighbor.

The next morning Mr. Got into his car and headed off back to the city where we worked. He would spend most of the summer away from the house, popping in every couple of weekends. I showed up around nine in the morning in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of work gloves. Mrs. greeted me at the door with a smile, dressed once again in baggy clothes that obscured every bit of her feminism form. We walked around and she pointed out a bunch of things that needed to be cleaned up. Branches that needed to be cut, weeds that needed to be removed. The list was endless.

“I appreciate your help. But don’t kill yourself. It’s hot. Do what you can. When you are done, come see me and I’ll have a nice cold Iced Tea for you.”

I put in a couple of hours work until I was at the point, I needed to eat lunch, and the heat was sweltering well over 100. With that I went to the back door, took my dirty shoes off outside and went in. I walked silently through the house to the front room, coming up behind the couch. There Mrs. was sitting oblivious to me approaching, naked on the couch. On the screen was a porn movie. She was sitting with her legs spread watching a woman on the screen getting pounded hard. Mrs. moaned; from my vantage point I could see her hand between her legs. She was clearly going at it hard and fast. She moaned again and her legs snapped shut. Quietly I retraced my steps back to the front door as I heard her have an orgasm. My cock was as hard as it has ever been.

“Hey! I’m done!” I called out, once again walking towards the front of the house adjusting my shirt to cover my erection. She greeted me wearing her typical baggy t-shirt that hung just below her crotch. She invited me into the kitchen and poured a glass of Iced tea. Then sat down on a kitchen stool. As she did her shirt rose a little, and I could see that she just had a pair of panties on, and a distinct wet spot between her legs.

We chatted a bit, but my cock was uncomfortably hard and I was afraid that if I moved the wrong way that my t-shirt wouldn’t hide my state. I excused myself and headed out the back door to grab my shoes and head home. Once in her back yard I had to stop, my cock was throbbing so hard, every movement threatened to make me explode in my shorts. I glanced back to the doorand saw that it was closed. With that I dropped my shorts and slowly stroked my cock, imagining Mrs. sitting there on her couch, rubbing herself. I could hear those moans in my head. Finally, my cum blasted out of me as I had a massive orgasm that left my balls hurting.