In the Wood with Kate

This story happened a few decades back and in a rural area. I was the eldest of 3 boys and my father was a labourer on nearby farms. A group of us, both boys and girls, used to gather in the summer evenings at a bridge on the road outside the village. Some lived in the village, others on the farms or in cottages nearby. We played games, we talked and the older ones paired off at times and would go into the nearby wood for what was called “a bit of courting.” From what some of the boys said it involved kissing and hugging and touching. I had no personal experience as yet but had listened eagerly to those who talked. I had begun to develop sexually and by now I was masturbating at least once a day. My fantasies were innocent enough about catching glimpses of girls’ knickers and imagining what they might look like naked. One evening after I finished my chores for my mother I headed for the bridge. The sun had gone down but it was still pleasantly warm and it was dry. There were 2 girls at the bridge, Mary T and Kate. They were both older than I was but I knew them and felt comfortable in their company. The other boys were not around yet and there were 2 more girls who usually came as well. I began to throw stones into the river which was low at that time of summer and sometimes go back when the girls would ask me a question.

Eventually it began to get a little duskier, not dark but the evening was moving on. Mary T said she was going home and I thought that Kate would go with her. To my surprise Kate stayed sitting on the bridge and she asked me about where my father was working that day. She knew him because he sometimes worked on the farm for her father. After a few more minutes I told her that I needed to pee and was going into the wood. I ran down off the bridge and towards the path and found myself a quiet spot. I thought I heard a noise behind me and when I looked back Kate was following me. I was a little unsure what to do but I really did need to pee. Kate came up and said, “go on so. Stick it out if you’re going to pee.” I turned away slightly but she said, “don’t turn away. Let me see.” I got out my dick and I peed against a tree. Kate kept looking and she asked me if any other girl had watched me pee. I told her that my cousins had caught me a few times but that they usually ran away. When I finished I put my dick away and turned to go back to the bridge.

Kate said, “wait. Come in here for a few minutes.” She moved a bit further into the wood and I hesitated for a moment then I followed her. She had found a spot which was further away from the bridge and the road. She sat down against a tree and told me to sit beside her. Then she kissed me. It surprised me but I began to kiss her back. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. We stopped kissing for a moment and I could feel my heart beating. My dick had got hard and I could feel it against my pants. Kate kissed me again and I felt her hand on my thigh. Nearly all pants nowadays have zippers but at that time we still had buttoned flys. She began to put her fingers in between the buttons and of course she encountered my dick. In spite of myself I gave a shudder when she touched it with one of her fingers. We continued to kiss and I put my hand on her thigh under her dress feeling very daring but wanting to get to her knickers. Suddenly I realised that she had opened one of the buttons on my fly and my dick was now sticking out. She began to rub it like I did myself when I masturbated only it felt much more intense. My desire to get to her knickers increased and I pushed my hand right up. Most girls at that time wore what would now be described as granny underpants. As well as at the waist there was elastic at the legs. I pushed my hand under that elastic and found her hairy pussy which was damp and hot. I felt the lips and pushed them slightly back and it felt even wetter and hotter. At that I lost control of my dick and it pulsed as my cum erupted and I sort of convulsed as well. Kate kept rubbing me and must have got a lot of my cum on her hand. With the shock of my cumming my hand came out of her knickers and went to my dick. Kate took away her hand and wiped it on the grass. I know that I was breathing heavily as if I had run a mile. Then Kate kissed me again for a few minutes before getting to her feet and saying, “I better get home before my mother starts looking for me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that she was gone. It took me a while longer to leave and before I left I satisfied myself again. Kate and I did a few further “bits of courting” but the next girl to masturbate me about a week later was Mary T. Kate must have told her what we had done.