It was the summer after I was in the 8th grade. My parents had a cabin on the lake so we spent a lot of time there that summer. It was pretty rustic – just a ramshackle old house with a living area with fireplace, a small kitchen, two even-smaller bedrooms and a screened-in porch.
That was the summer I met Katy. She was a year younger than me, tanned, with shoulder-length blonde hair, long legs, and very nice round breasts. We first met at the swimming area. She lived in Dallas and was visiting her grandparents for several weeks. We talked some and I found out that her grandparents had the cabin next to ours!
From that time on, we were together constantly. We just hit it off. Most of our waking hours we were with each other.
Of course, at that age harmones kicked in big time.
Before long we were sneaking off to the woods to kiss and make out. She may have been only 12, but she knew how to kiss. And her body – she was one of those girls who matured early – very early. I loved feeling her boobs pressing against me when we kissed.
As time progressed, so did we. One night in a secluded area near the picnic area I slipped my hand up underneath her blouse. Cupping her bra I could feel the warmth of her breasts. Moments later those breasts were bare – and she gasped as her nipples quickly grew hard at my touch. I found out later that, although she was slender, her breasts were 32C cups.
We discovered the boathouse on her grandparents’ property was perfect to get together. For safety reasons, there was a fence that separated it from the backyard and this fence had a very squeaky gate. The perfect signal in case anyone came to the boathouse. And the canvas boat covers made really good bedding.
Playing with her breasts became fairly standard for us. They were very sensitive and we progressed to where I would kiss and suck them as she softly moaned.
On subsequent times together, other clothes came undone. Her shorts slipped down just enough for me to put my hand inside her panties. Very soft curls. Then a small slit. And wetness. And tightness. Very tight.
When I unbuttoned my shorts and placed her hand on my hardon, I thought I would die. I did almost climax.
Another monumental time came when we both got naked. She was wearing a two-piece bikini and it slipped off easily. She had a perfect body – not an ounce of fat on it – and those wonderful breasts.
We started getting closer and closer. I would slip my penis through her soft curls and rub her on the outside of her vagina until she climaxed – then pull away before I did the same.
But all good things must come to an end. She told me that she would be going home in a couple of days. At that time I think we both knew what we wanted to do – but she came out and said it.
She asked me if I wanted to go all the way with her. We had one more night together. And, of course, I wanted that more than anything.
When we met at the boathouse that night, I had a condom I had purchased from a service station restroom sometime before. When we were naked, she helped me slide it onto my erect penis. I massaged her clit, slipping my finger inside as I had done many times earlier. She was wet – and ready.
I lowered myself between her legs as she guided my hardon into her very tight pussy. There was no resistance – I pushed it in all the way. I don’t know how long I stroked her in and out. My experience with her had taught me to know when she was just about ready to orgasm. Somehow I managed to hold off until I could sense she was almost there.
I could then feel my juices spurting out inside the condom as she thrust her young hips upward. We came together – gloriously.
It was fantastic.
We wanted to do it again but only had the one condom. Although it wasn’t really safe, I washed the condom out in the lake water and we did it a second time. It was even better.
The next day she left. We exchanged letters for a while and even a couple of long distance phone calls. After Christmas we were at our cabin for something and noticed a “For Sale” sign on Katy’s grandparents’ lakehouse. I hadn’t heard from her for a while and she didn’t answer my letter when I wrote and asked about her grandparents’ lakehouse.
Too bad there wasn’t the internet or text messaging, or IMing to stay in contact then. I’m sure that wherever Katy went things turned out good for her. She was smart, beautiful, and so very passionate – even at that very young age.
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