My Good Friend's Cousin

by Thom

I grew up in a small village attached to not much of a town on the edge of civilization in the Midwest. From the southwest corner of my village lay a thousand miles of farmland growing one thing or another, right up to the Rockies. I lived on a dead end street that had thirty-three kids on it. There were two streets either side of mine that were comparable in numbers of kids. We were all baby boomers and we ruled.

This particular summer I had turned 12 the previous May. Summer in the Midwest was watching the grass grow. Probably still is though I'm sure people who live there would disagree. Sandwiched between Chicago and St. Louis, baseball was a hot item and many evenings during the summer a baseball game would be on the radio and we would be playing jacks on the concrete driveway by porch light. Does anyone play jacks anymore? I could get to tensies or twelvsies pretty easily in most games but we were using a golf ball at that time. I think that was probably considered cheating by serious players who would only use the little rubber ball.

The evenings were silent, dark, hot, and humid. There was nothing resembling a street light, I wonder now if they had even been invented. Certainly no air conditioning to take care of the other problems. The only thing that broke the silence of the evening was the wail of an ambulance. There was a 90 degree turn in the highway west of us that frequently caught someone unawares and they would either fly off into a corn field at some terrific speed, or worse, head on collide with someone else. Either way there was death and destruction resulting. Seat belts had definitely not been invented.

If we had managed to gather the 50 cent cost of admission, an incredible amount of money in those days, we would go to the roller skating rink, Moon Light Gardens, that was within walking distance of our street and skate ourselves silly, circling the rink as fast as we could until we were drenched in sweat and exhausted.

I had a couple of close friends in the lot of 33. We and a few other kids were the oldest. The other kids were the ones that came after, some were just babies, others maybe six or seven. There were some boys our age and at twelve, maybe we were beginning to notice them though they were still pretty obnoxious. I basically think that we weren't so much noticing them as that they were beginning to notice us, titty nubs pushing our thin cotton tops, our bums beginning to get curvy. I seem to recall though that we protested too much and tried to feign indifference.

Just so you know though, we were sexual beings. My two friends in particular, Linda and Dorothy, and I shared all of our sexual development with one another. We had even masturbated together, all three of us. For me it had started at age three or four when my mother would put me down for a nap. I didn't have any interest at all in sleeping and soon discovered my cunny. My mom caught me a few times doing it and told me I should wait until I was older but I was smart enough to realize that if I waited until I was older, I would miss out on all of the times I could play with myself in between.

My two friends and I, even at those younger ages would compare technique and do it once in awhile together so we weren't totally naïve about sex. What we didn't understand until later of course, when our mother's explained it to us was how that all got around to making babies.

Okay, so here we are on the edge of the known world. Probably dragons just off shore of our little village, or the modern day equivalent of them anyway, given our location and time in the history of man when a girl shows up that would seem to us naïve country girls like the second coming.

Her name was Susan but she called herself Suzy. She was the cousin of my best friend Linda and she was from California. Suzy was 16 which, of course, seemed like an adult to us. She was tall, blond, waist length hair, blue eyed, tanned, in short, all American gorgeous. She had come out for the summer school break. I now suspect her trip to her cousin's was planned to keep her out of some mischief in California but that was never confirmed.

Suzy and I seemed to hit it off right away. Or at least she seemed to like me right away. I mean I was just in awe of her. She talked about ocean and surfing and beaches and warm and green winters and cute boys and stuff that I didn't even know about. For sure she was the most exotic person I had ever met. Coming to my little corner of the world, she might as well have been from another planet. It was only later that I figured out what it was she liked about me.

Right away from the beginning, Suzy was affectionate with me. I was flattered that she even hung around with us but, as I said, we were the oldest kids in the neighborhood so it was either us or adults. I now think adults would have been the better bet unless you had something in mind with the children, which Suzy did as it turned out.

At some point a few weeks into the summer, maybe only a couple, my friend Linda arranged for a sleep over with Dorothy and I. It was just to be the four of us. Linda's parents would allow us to sleep in their family room on a pull out sofa when we stayed over there. We would watch TV until late at night, black and white monster movies, until we passed out. It was our favorite place to sleep over because her parents didn't hassle us about being quiet; the family room was far enough away from their bedroom that I don't think they heard us.

Anyway, after the movie was over and we were tired enough to sleep, we piled into the bed. A little more crowded because there were four of us instead of the usual three but not so much that it was uncomfortable. We all were in the habit of sleeping in over sized T-shirts and our panties. I and Dorothy were on the outside. Suzy and her cousin Linda were in the center of the bed. It was tight enough with the four of us that we were touching one another as we fell asleep. Facing the outside, I had my back to Suzy.

I think I had fallen asleep but I'm not actually sure. I did though begin to feel Suzy's hands on my back and then snake up under my tee and rub my chest. I sort of froze because I wasn't sure what was happening. I didn't know what it was Suzy wanted of me, if anything. I for sure didn't know what I might offer in return.

The next sensation I had was Suzy snaking her hand into my panties around my waist and pushing her hand into my crotch. She rubbed for a bit the top of my mound. Instinctively, I began to moan and squirm around. It felt really good. My vagina is one of the ones that is more back than front. Realizing that, Suzy removed her hand from the front of me and entered my panties from behind so that she could enter my pussy.

First one finger was in and then a second one. I was soaking them with my juices; she had me so turned on. I had lost my hymen, if I ever had one (maybe it was from spreading my legs around the jack games) somewhere along the way, so there was no little girl obstruction in the way of her intrusion. I think that excited her a great deal.

She pulled her body up close to mine. I could feel her tits on my back, her breath on my neck. She nuzzled my hair, kissed the back of my head. Tried to bite my ear. I started to make a bunch of little girl whinnies from all of the sensations I was experiencing and she whispered that we should go to another room.

I rolled out of the bed and, holding on to my hand, Suzy followed suit. We went into the living room, passing through the kitchen. The moon was full that night, or nearly, basking the living room in its bright light so that we could easily see each other. Suzy reached for my tee-shirt and helped me take it off over my head. She firmly gripped my panties and pushed them down over my hips and I kicked them off.

My body was just as predicted for my age. Titties just beginning to form, puffy pussy mound, still bare, no sign of pubic hair. Suzy seemed in awe of my body though as we stood there in the moon light. She came to me and kissed me gently on the forehead and then bringing my face up to hers, passionately on the lips. It was the first romantic kiss I had ever had and at once I understood what kissing was about. She leaned over and sucked on my little tits, mostly flat with the beginning of nubs that wouldn't amount to anything for a couple more years.

Then Suzy kneeled in front of me. She seemed to study my little girl sex for quite awhile. I wasn't sure what exactly was happening or might happen next when she finally touched me with her hand, rubbing my mound top to bottom as if she liked the feel of it. Finally, she brought her face forward and nuzzled her nose and lips into my slit and began to lick and suck on parts of it. I became weak kneed and told her I had to lie down.

She pushed me backward until my legs hit the sofa edge and buckled, sitting me down on my bum. Suzy immediately picked up my legs at my knees putting them over her shoulders and slid her hands down the back of my thighs and put them underneath me and raised my ass off the sofa pulling my bottom toward her mouth.

Her tongue and lips entered my sex in a way that I had never entered it myself. In fact, I don't think I knew it could be entered that way. That it had so many crevices and folds that could be manipulated with fingers and with lips. That it had things that you could suck on in the way that she sucked on them. That anyone would want to do the things she did to my back hole that I totally ignored except when I had to wipe toilet paper on it or wash it when I bathed.

Suzy's holding my butt in her hands, suspended in mid air, with my legs draped over her shoulders, being serviced deliciously by her mouth and tongue, had pushed the rest of my upper body back into the sofa where I was totally lost in the oblivion of my sexual arousal.

Any orgasm that I had managed to provide myself up to the point was trivial compared to the sensations that Suzy gave me with her mouth and hands that evening. Her appetite for my bottom was insatiable and when she finally let go of me I felt completely spent physically and emotionally. I don't know if she was hoping that I would reciprocate in some way. Until she taught me what to do, and that would be a while later, I wouldn't have been able to do to her what she had done to me.

What she did ask me to do was to lay back on the sofa, putting my hands behind my head as she stripped off her tee-shirt and pushed off her panties. I was fascinated by her naked body. Her breasts were real women's breasts, large enough to be noticeable but as firm as can be. Not a bit of the sag that my or other mothers her age had. Suzy's pussy had developed hair though it was light colored like her head hair and looked soft and downy. I recall that I wanted to touch it to see what it felt like but I was paralyzed, or actually it was more like an out of body experience I was having, watching the both of us from elsewhere.

What she did was to climb up on the sofa, squatting between my spread legs and masturbate herself while she gazed at my body. I watched her eyes scan me from top to bottom. I watched one of her hands rub the top of her sex while the other penetrated her front hole, thrusting nearly her whole fist in and pumping it with all of her might. When she got herself over, her back arched and she did everything she could to suppress a scream of pleasure that might have woken the household.

Afterward, she lay back at her end of the sofa and she reached out her hands toward me. I put my hands into hers and Suzy pulled me up and onto the top of her, folding me into her arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I was completely enfolded in this girl's embrace. She kissed me again, passionately on the lips. I relaxed so completely, felt so satisfied, felt so comfortable, felt so free, that I believe, at that moment, I melted completely and became one with her. At that moment, I ceased to exist as an individual and I didn't ever want to return to being one.

I must have fallen asleep. Luckily Suzy didn't because we would have caused quite a stir upon being discovered the next morning, naked on the sofa wrapped tightly in each other's arms. She kissed and licked my face until I was awake. We pulled our T's and panties on and headed back to the family room to bed, a pee stop on the way.

We got back into our former positions on the bed and Suzy asked if she could spoon me. I turned my back to her and she snuggled up tight behind me. Again I could feel her breasts against my back through the thin cotton tee-shirts. She wrapped her free hand around me, under my top and I fell asleep with her hand on my titty.

The following day was tormenting. I so much wanted to pick up where Suzy and I had left off the night before. I could tell she did too. I wanted her to teach me how to do to her all of the wonderful things she had done to me. I wanted to fully explore her bottom. I wanted to understand what all of the parts were about.

We had trouble even getting away from Linda and Dorothy long enough to acknowledge the ache we were both experiencing, let alone finding place and time to make love again. What little bits of private time we could manage we made plans to both sneak out of our rooms that evening after we were sure it was safe. She would come to my bedroom window after she got out. Turns out a huge advantage to the ranch houses that we all had in the Midwest was that you could just crawl out the windows without having to climb a story to the ground.

I tried not to sleep but of course the harder you try not to do something like that, the more likely you are to do it. When Suzy came to the window, I was out cold but a little scratching and whispering and I woke up. The moon was, again, making the night as bright as day light and I could see that Suzy had on what she had been sleeping in, her T and panties. She had thrown a pair of sneaks on her feet. I did the same, opened the screen and shoved my bed blanket out the window at her, following close behind.

What is it about these first times that make them so memorable. The phrase about never forgetting your first girl comes to mind. We didn't go far from the house, just off to an empty field in the next block. We walked to roughly to the center of it, spread out the blanket and striped off our T's and panties. Naked outside is nice like skinny dipping is nice. We came together in an embrace our bodies, sweaty from the summer heat and humidity, were soaked with perspiration.

Rubbing them together, our body parts slid around on the lubricating sweat. We caressed tits and pushed our hands into cunts. I had become animal, sensing something ancient, instinctive, larger than I, more mature than intellectually I could grasp in what we were doing. I stopped thinking which of course was the key and seemed to remove any impediments between me and becoming fully one with Suzy as I had briefly the night before.

From that moment on, it was wave after wave of ecstasy. Suzy showed me how to use my hand to pleasure her. Where she needed pressure and where she needed probing. Which holes to put how many fingers in. Where to thrust and at what speed. How to pretend that my body ended at my wrists so that my hands would become an extension of her and do her bidding for her own pleasure. How they would remain forever hers and that she could enjoy them whenever she wanted. She came and came and came and that alone was enough to make me come even without touching myself.

She showed me how to use my mouth, tongue, and lips on her tits, ass, vagina, clit and to get as much pleasure out of doing it as the recipient was getting. She made me realize, just as with my hands, that if you were doing it right with your mouth, you barely needed to touch yourself during it to have the most fantastic orgasm. It was in the giving that the best self pleasure was to be felt.

And give she could. Before our time was over that night, every orifice on my body was sore, puckered and bruised. The next day I would be one big hicky and I was asked what happened to me. Thankfully there were parts they couldn't see or they would have known. For the parts they could see, I told them a belly flop in the community pool was to blame.

Suzy and I had a lot of the rest of that summer to practice our loving and for her to give me lessons on how to be with someone else. She went back to California in the late summer. We wrote to each other a few times but given the attention span of someone my age, I didn't keep it up. I regret that now and I've lost track of her.

Suzy if you're out there, be in touch. You will always be my first love and I'll bet we could pick up where we left off that summer so long ago.

Love,

Missy