Where it happened: In the men's bathroom during Symphony intermission
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
First off, I’m fourteen and five months. But does age really matter?
I’ve been in love with the same boy for months. Years, really. Ever since preschool, when he used to throw dinosaurs at me as I pretended to ignore him.
As we got older, we became closer – I would spend whole days at his house, practically family. Everyone accepted me point-blank:
his sister, Hope, an awkward tomboy even at 15, 9 y/o Neil, an impish prankster with a hidden soft side, Dia, the sweet, playful 6 year old, and even Alyssa, who at two had been devoted to me since birth.
His name was Cameron.
We were both in swim team, as we had been since kindergarten, filling out our allotted roles with perfect accuracy – him, the mind-blowing swim star. Me, the pretty girl who did okay, but secretly wanted to be somewhere else.
When I was thirteen, I started training for gymnastics as well – it was my dream, but I couldn’t give up swim – it was too big a part of me, Cam, and our relationship.
I’m not entirely sure what our relationship was, back then. We were closer than siblings, never fighting. On the long car ride to meets, I would fall asleep next to him, peaceful and content that I was safe by his side.
I loved his mother like I loved mine and I endured plenty for protecting Neil from the teasing of older boys. Alyssa remained firmly attached to me, looking up to me like she could never look up to Hope.
We were at the symphony when it happened.
We were both musicians (of sorts) thanks to our mothers, and of course they’d gotten it into their heads we needed cultural guidance, or something, and Cam’s mom had taken the three of us (me, him, and Hope) to the Seattle Symphony, to see YoYo Ma.
The car pulled up outside my house at 7, like we’d planned, and I was running late. My mom had absolutely “VETOED” my outfit of jeans and my swimteam hoodie, and I had been in panic mode.
I pounded down the steps in a short (rather risquely short) bright red bubble dress and 3 inch black heels (my mom didn’t know about those) shoulder-length blonde hair in a messy bun.
“Hi,” I panted, sliding into the messy minivan. “How are you guys?”
“Good,” said Grace, who was wearing slacks & a sweater, looking rather taken a back at my outfit. (She NEVER wore dresses.)
Cam was staring at me.
“I know. I tried to tell mom my jeans would be plenty,” I told him, rolling my eyes. He said nothing, and gradually we shifted to the topic of monkeys. (don’t ask)
It was intermission, finally, and I took the few minutes I had to go to the bathroom and touch up my mascara, text my best friend, and fix my hair. I ran into Cam’s mom – Marian – as I came out.
“Can you find Cam?” she asked, sounding harried as she scanned the area. “Dia is sick, and we’ve got to go.”
“We can take a cab to my house,” I suggested, holding up my iPhone. “I’ll call my mom and let her know.”
“Cam and Hope here with you?” she asked skeptically. I looked at her pleadingly. At least this would give me QT with Cam. She sighed.
“Fine. But as SOON as the symphony’s over….”
“Got it!” I said cheerfully. “Let Hope know I’ll be there as soon as I find Cam.”
It took a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time to find Cameron.
Finally, as the people returned to their seats and the orchestra started again, I took the plunge…and walked into the men’s bathroom.
“Cam!” I cried, striding in (somewhat wobbly on my heels). “You need to get out here right–” I stopped. Cam was by the urinals, back mostly turned to me, but I could see his hands in his pants as he quickly turned toward me and then away. I flushed – they were unzipped and he had been apparently masturbating, by the way he was…firm.
“Sorry,” I said, stuttering. “I didn’t mean…I didn’t know..”
“Um, what is it?” he asked awkwardly, trying to hide his erection. I paused.
“D is sick…your mom went home. We’re taking a cab back to my place.” I eyed his, *cough* downthere area shyly. “Cello got you all excited?” I asked smugly.
“No,” he said tersely. “This girl in a red dress. With blonde hair.”
“You jack off to…me?” I asked, stunned. we were fourteen!
In a moment he was pressing me against the wall.
“Yes,” he groaned, before he touched his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue through my lips and wrestling with it. I groaned as a heat spread through my body, making my down-there area tingle and my breasts ache. He took my hand and put it in his boxers, my fingers grazing his smooth…thing. I grabbed it gently and hesitantly squeezed it. His response was instant. His hands kneaded my breast and he pressed me harder up against the shiny gray-and-white wallpaper, and he pressed closer to me, mouth wild.
I was really kind of excited and aroused – my first kiss, and we were already moving to second base. as if in response to my thought, one hand dropped to my leg and started slipping up my skirt.
“Cam,” I breathed, panting from the way he was touching me. “What…this isn’t…”
“You’ll like it,” he panted, his hand slipping to the inside of my thigh and trailing up to my pink satin boyshorts, tugging at the waistband. His hands, hard and cool, slipped inside, touching me in ways I’d never touched myself.
“Oh god. Ohhh god” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me. I squirmed against it. “Oooh god.” he put MORE fingers in, and I moaned and squirmed with pleasure/pain that rippled through my body. I took my hands out of his boxers and pulled my dress over my head, revealing in greater detail wat he was doing in my panties. As his other hand thrust more insistently at my boobs (Look, I didn’t have 44DDDs, I was 14! they were like 32As) I pulled off my black lace bra from VS.
We were moving in a thrusting insistent rhythm, his hand deep in me, stretching me in a way the hurt but felt amazingly good, at the same time.
“I’m gonna do this,” he moaned, freeing himself from his boxers.
“Cam, do you really think,” I panted before he pulled out his hand and laid me on the cool tile, his shirt & my dress under me.
He pulled out his shaft (maybe 5 inches? it looked huuuge to me at the time) and gently put the tip against my opening, which was currently spewing sticky white discharge. Inserting himself in me was slow and I could feel myself stretching, until a spasm of pain made me grit my teeth.
“It’s okay, ‘Manda. It’s okay,” he whispered, gently moving back and forth. the pain started to fade, replaced by friction-y pleasure.
“Oh goddddgoddgodd,” I moaned as he started flushing and going faster. I was bucking my hips against him now, and I could feel him getting harder and harder inside me, as he surged harder and harder against me. I was in a strange blissful state of “no way is this happening to me” pleasure dream.
He erupted inside me with great force, his cum dripping out as we panted, him on top of me. I spoke first.
“Hope.”
“Forget it. I wanna do that again.”
I texted Hope:
‘Tryin 2 find C. Im fine, jst wtch cncrt.
xoxo, Amanda’
and turned back to Cam.
“Fuck me again.”
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