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   I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own
pleasure.  My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but
they are sheer fantasy.  I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or
riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body
will literally twitch with excitement.  Not just ANY girl; some girls. 
There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an
image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language.  I
then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened
had we actually met.

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   Blue Lake Resort (m17f13) Part One

   I never understood how mom and dad ever got together.  He liked to hunt
and fish, she liked to shop and give parties.  So, before she died, our
vacation each summer was to this fancy resort for mom one year and a remote
guest ranch with great fishing the next.  That way, each was semi-happy. 
Since she died, though, it's been the Blue Lake Resort every year.  This is
the fourth year in a row.

   Calling it a resort is just a little bit generous.  It might have been a
resort once but it's kinda run down down now, even though the pool is nice
and the dinners are terrific.  Dad loves it, though, 'cause the fishing
there is great, he says.  He used to make me come with him when I was
littler but now I'm 13 and I told him I thought fishing was "yucky and
boring." I guess I'm a little like mom.  I'll never smoke, though.  The
doctor said that's what killed her.

   So now dad goes fishing all day and I get to lie by the pool or play
mini golf or tennis.  I'm very good at lying by the pool (lol), fair at
mini golf but I suck at tennis.  I just learned how to play tennis last
summer, mainly 'cause there's this hot guy who comes with his family every
year, like me, and he's on his school's tennis team.  He's really, really
good.  And he's really, really hot!  I mean, he's always all tanned and
he's got these killer abs and big shoulders.

   He wears these cool sunglasses that reflect light so you can't see what
he's looking at.  When I'm sitting there waiting to play, sometimes I think
he's looking at me but I can never tell for sure.  I *hope* he's looking at
me, but I don't think so.  After all, he's like 17 or something.  Why would
he be interested in a kid like me?

   Dad let me buy this way cool bikini for the trip this year and I wear it
every chance I get.  My boobs are bigger this year.  Last year I just had
these little bumps and I know Frank -- that's his name -- thought I was
just another kid.  And I grew like a foot since last year, too.  Now I have
these really long legs; kinda skinny but not bad.  I'm almost as tall as
Frank is and I think I'm kinda hot in my bikini.  I hope he does, too.

   I think if I swim and play tennis a lot my boobs will get bigger and my
legs will look better.  Anyway, I'm doing both as much as I can and, with
dad off fishing during the day, I have lots of time for that.

   There's this other boy I know, Steven.  I see him at the pool almost
every day.  He's my age and we sit and talk a lot.  He says Frank only
dates girls who "put out." I know what that means.  Sometimes at night I
think about what it would be like if Frank asked me out on a date.  I'd be
scared shitless!  Then I feel myself feeling funny down there between my
legs and I think I would do it.  I mean I think I would do it with Frank
--- if he wanted.

   Then I find my hand creeping down into my pajama bottoms and my fingers
find my slit and it's all wet already.  Geez.  Just thinking about doing it
gets me all hot and bothered.

   I have a few hairs down there now and they're soft and feel nice.  I
imagine that my hand is Frank's hand and he's feeling my pussy hairs and he
knows I'm not a little girl any more.  Well, duh!  I've got boobs.  He
would know that already.

   So I imagine it's Frank's finger going down into my slit and...Oh!... 
he finds my little clit.  Oh, that feels good.  Yeah.  He runs his finger
through my slit and gets it all slimy from my pussy and then he rubs my
clit.  He's making slow circles, pushing it every which way.  Oh, YEAH! 
Geez, that feels good.  He's gotta know by now that I'm almost a woman. 
After all, I've got boobs and pussy hair and it gets all wet when he
touches it.

   He's pushing his finger in there now.  I feel it going in.  OMIGOD, that
feels good.  But, ooof!  Shit!  I can't push it in any more 'cause I still
got my cherry.  That wouldn't be good if Frank was pushing his finger in
there and it hurt like that.  Damn!  So I go to sleep with my hand down my
pajama pants.  It feels good down there.

   So, there I am, waiting to play tennis against Frank.  He plays all day
until he gets tired or hungry 'cause this court is a "Challenge Court." You
sign up on a blackboard by the gate and the winner of a match plays the
next person on the list.  Frank always wins so he just plays and plays.

   I'm sitting there thinking about last night and I'm getting wet right
there on the tennis court while I watch Frank play this old guy.  I'd sure
like to put my hand down my bikini bottom and rub myself but, yeah, right
in front of the whole world?  I think NOT!

   Finally it's my turn.  I've been practicing all winter.  Dad even bought
me some lessons from a guy he knows.  Frank tells me to serve first and I
whack a zinger down the line for an ace.  He wasn't expecting that.  I grin
a little.

   "Hey, kid.  Nice serve."

   "Thanks." He's ready for the next one and returns it right at my feet.
Oops.  I can't let him do that.  Fifteen all.  I serve another and we
volley a couple of times before he puts one away.  He ends up beating me in
straight sets but I do make some points on the way.  After the game he
comes up to the net and congratulates me on becoming a better tennis
player. He says he'd like to play me again and maybe show me some stuff. 
I'm thinking what I'd like him to show me.  He always wears these really
tight spandex shorts like the ones bike riders wear and he's always got
this big bulge.  I'm thinking I wish he'd show me what's making the bulge.

   OMIGOD!  I'm standing there just staring at the bulge.  I know he caught
me but I couldn't help it.  "Ummm," I say, "Sure." Geez.  How lame was
that!

   "You're a lot taller than last year and you've...  umm...  grown."

   I know he's talking about my boobs.  "Yeah, thanks."

   "I like you're bikini.  It makes you look really hot."

   Ohmigod!  Did he just say that?  He thinks I look 'hot'?  I must've
turned three shades of red.  "Thanks.  You're pretty hot yourself." I can't
believe I said that.  He's gonna think I'm some kind of slut.  On the other
hand, maybe that's good.  If he thinks I'm a slut maybe he'll ask me out
sometime.  But sluts can't be virgins -- or vice versa.  Whatever.

   "Thanks," he said.  I work out."

   "When can we play?  Umm...  tennis, I mean."

   "Hehehe.  Pretty cool.  How's tommorrow morning?  It's not so hot.  Then
maybe we can go to the pool in the afternoon."

   "Sure.  What time should I be here?"

   "Let's use one of the other courts.  We need to be there early 'cause
they fill up later.  How's 8:00?"

   "Ok," I hear myself saying.  Frank waved to the next 'victim' and I
walked back to our cabin.  Dad was fishing, as usual.  I lay down on my bed
and started to imagine Frank's bulge again.  I knew, if we went out, that
Frank was gonna want to do more than just kiss me.  That'd be cool but I've
only kissed a couple of boys.  I wonder if he french-kisses?  I've never
done that.  My friends say all the older boys like to french -- and touch a
girl's boobs.  MMmmmm.  I think I'd like that.

   I sat up and took my top off then I lay back down, closed my eyes and
let my hands move over my titties.  My nipples got all hard and my fingers
felt so good when I rubbed down below each boob and then up, pushing them
higher before my fingers rubbed across my nipples.  That felt sooooo good.
I did that for a long time and got really horny.

   I was wondering what it must feel like to have a guy's 'thing' up inside
me.  Everybody says it's the best ever.  I couldn't tell, though, 'cause
there's still that maidenhead thing in the way.  And Steven says Frank only
dates girls he can do it with.

   My friends say it hurts the first time.  If Frank wants to make love
with me I don't want it to hurt, so I push my finger up inside me and I can
feel it like it's bumping up against something.  Maybe if I push a little
more.  Owww!  Yes, it hurts!  I gotta find something else except my finger.
So I go around the cabin looking for something.  My hairbrush isn't any
good; the handle is too big.  Some girls say they busted their cherries
with a hairbrush but they must've had smaller handles.  It can't be too big
but it can't be sharp, either, like a letter-opener.  Ouch!  That would
really hurt!

   I needed something else.  A candle, maybe -- or a carrot.  They're both
kinda pointy on the end.  A candle would be better, though, 'cause it's all
smooth.  I needed a candle.  Then I thought about how they always have
candles in the main hall on Friday nights so they must have a stash
somewhere.  So I changed into jeans and a shirt and walked up to the main
building.  There was no one around in the middle of the day so I looked
around to figure out where they put the candles.  There are some sideboards
with knives and forks in them and cups and saucers up top so I started
quietly opening drawers until I found the right one.

   "Wow!  Lots of candles.  I slipped a white one inside my shirt, closed
the drawer, slipped out of the dining room and walked and ran back to the
cabin.  I couldn't wait to try it.  I took off my jeans and panties and lay
back down on the bed.  But, wait a minute.  I might bleed.  so I got up and
found an old shirt to put under me.  Daddy would wonder if I got a towel
bloody even though I've been having periods for a year.  He knew I'd never
use a towel if I started early.

   But I was tired of using pads, so busting my cherry would let me use
tampons.  That was another reason poke the candle up inside me.  I laid
back down with the shirt under my butt and my legs drawn up.  I started to
put the small end of the candle in but it still had a wick on it and I
didn't think that was a good idea so I used a knife to cut off the wick and
laid back down again.

   I figured I better get myself ready first so I closed my eyes and used
my finger, like I always do, until I was all wet and slimy down there. 
Then I picked up the candle and pushed it in.  I kinda poked and prodded
until I felt the tip pushing against me in the right spot.  I pushed a
little.  Mmmmm.  There was some pain but not a lot.  I pushed harder; more
pain...and then, pop.  Ouch!  But it pushed through.  It felt like
something tore down there but the candle went in at least an inch or two
more.

   I held still for a minute, just holding the candle where it was.  I
think I could feel myself bleeding a little but I didn't want to look yet.
So I just held the candle steady until I thought it was ok to move it a
little.  It felt really weird when I did.  I think it was because the
candle was wax so I pulled it out slowly.  Oh, wow!  That felt really good.

   I looked at the candle and it was all bloody but the shirt wasn't.  So,
I got up and found a pad and put it on under my panties.  Wow!  I had done
it!  I wasn't a virgin any more.  Well, technically, I still was but I knew
I wasn't.  I wanted to try pushing the candle farther in but I was kinda
sore so I figured I better wait a while.  Maybe tomorrow.  I think I'll buy
some tampons tomorrow, too.  Juniors.  If I can get a tampon in then Frank
won't think I'm such a kid.

   I had $10 in my pocket so I went over to the little store and bought a
package of Tampax Juniors and some Vaseline.  The woman kinda looked at me
funny but I just imagined I was thirty and did this all the time.

   I went back to the cabin and tried to put the tampon in but I was still
too tender.  I tried putting some Vaseline on the candle.  It hurt a little
at first but then it went in a long way.  I pushed it very slowly and felt
how it made me feel kinda stuffy down there, like it was stretching me. 
But it felt good so I pulled it back a little and that felt good, too.

   I started to move the candle in and out a little bit at a time.  Back
and forth.  Ohhhhh, wow, it felt great!  So I used my other hand to rub my
clit and I pushed and pulled the candle in and out of me.  This must be
what fucking felt like and I knew I liked it.

   I don't know how long I did this but, suddenly I woke up with the candle
deep inside me.  "Oh, shit," I thought.  "What if daddy comes in and finds
me like this?" I got dressed and found a hiding place for the stuff.  It
wasn't ten minutes more before daddy came back.  I was sitting, reading a
magazine when he opened the door.

   We went over to the dining room that night.  Daddy caught lots of trout
today but he likes them for breakfast.  He's taught me how to cook them
with cornmeal and all, so I get up early and fix him coffee and trout with
fried potatoes -- you know, the little potato cubes fried in butter or
bacon fat with just salt and pepper.  He uses ketchup on his, though.

   Anyway, I put on my bikini again and raced up to the tennis courts.  I
was 10 minutes late.  "I thought you had decided to go to the pool with the
little kids," Frank said as I arrived, out of breath.

   "No.  I had to cook breakfast for my dad."

   "Why doesn't your mom do that?"

   "She died a few years ago."

   "Oh," he said, obviously embarassed that he had said that.  "I'm sorry."

   "It's ok.  So, we gonna play?"

   "Yeah.  You ready to get trounced?"

   "In your dreams, fella," I boasted, knowing all too well that that was
exactly what was going to happen.

   "How do you know about my dreams?"

   "I can only guess."

   "Well, you're in them."

   "Really?" Oh, shit!  I felt myself turning beet-red again.

   "Yeah, but I don't know if you'd want to know what we were doing."

   "Maybe you'd better not tell me."

   "Yeah.  Let's play."

   He really creamed me the first couple of sets.  Then he let up and let
me win the next set, I think just because he felt sorry for me.  Then he
beat me 6-0 again but it wasn't all that bad 'cause I was looking at his
crotch instead of the ball.  I felt like a complete ninny but he hugged me
at the net and told me I really made him sweat.  Boy, did I like the smell
of his sweat, too.  I was kinda leaning over the net when he hugged me and
I tried to lean as far forward as I could so I could push my boobies up
against his chest.  He had taken his shirt off and I wanted to know what he
felt like.  I took a deep breath, too, and felt a little twinge down
between my legs when his manly scent entered my nose.  God, he was soooo
sexy!

   Let's go have a Coke," he offered.

   "Sure.  I'm all sweaty already.  I'm glad we played this morning instead
of waiting."

   We sat under an umbrella on the patio of the main lodge and sipped our
Cokes.  "So, what was your dream about," I asked as casually as I could."

   "So, you do want to know after all," he said with a glint in his eye.

   "Yeah, I said, offhanded like even though I was dying to know.

   "You're sure?"

   "Yeah.  You can tell me.  I'm not a kid any more."

   "Well...  we were skinny-dipping on the other side of the lake."

   "Wow!  Maybe I shouldn't have asked."

   "Have you ever...?"

   "Skinny-dipped?"

   "No."

   "Want to?"

   "Oh.  I don't know.  Somebody might see us." I was churning inside.  I
really, really wanted to but I was scared.  Geez.  I was worried about
french-kissing and maybe wondering what I should do if he touched my boobs
and now he's talking about getting naked and swimming together!  But, hey.
I really wanted to see what was inside those shorts of his.  No, I couldn't
wait to see.  "Maybe." Oh, shit.  Did I say that?

   "How 'bout this afternoon?"

   Omigod.  Now I was in over my head.  But wasn't that what I wanted -- to
be in over my head?  In ten seconds I thought of a hundred reasons why I
shouldn't but I also thought of the one reason I would -- I wanted to see
Frank naked and I wanted him to see me naked, too.  "Ok."

   "Good.  Why don't you have lunch and we'll meet here at 1:00."

   "Ok," I said, my heart pounding so hard I thought it was gonna jump
outta my chest.  My throat seized up and I almost couldn't say Ok, even.

   I jumped into the shower and washed and dried my hair.  I even put on
some makeup -- a little lipstick, blush and eye liner, but I still couldn't
make myself look 17.  Oh, well.  I'd just have to chance it.  All I had to
wear was that same old bikini.  It was pretty sexy on me but, geez, I
couldn't keep on wearing the same old bathing suit every day all summer. 
People would think maybe we're on welfare or something.

   I took my swim socks and a towel and my dark glasses and a sirt to put
over my bikini and met Frank right on the dot.  "Right on time this time,"
Frank said.

   "I didn't want you to think I chickened out."

   "Yeah, like I was worried," he said as we started down to the road that
circled the lake.

   IT was getting really hot by the time we were halfway around.  I was
ready for the cold lake water.  Frank said he knew a spot that was private,
even if someone else walked along the road.  He led me down through some
bushes and there was this little sandy beach right next to the water.  It
was clean, too.

   "Here.  Spread your towel out next to mine," he said as he shook his own
out and let it float down on the sand.  I put mine as close as I could to
his.  "Do you want to go right in?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "I might chicken out if I wait." That wasn't the most
real reason, however.  I was sweating like a pig in the afternoon heat.  It
was after 2:00 and we'd been walking in the hot sun over an hour.  "Turn
around," I told him.  I'm not used to this -- yet."

   "He laughed and turned his back as he stripped off his own clothes.  He
was wearing a regular bathing suit this time and it came off in seconds.  I
put on my swim socks first.  Then I dropped my shirt and bikini top and
pulled the strings at the sides of the bottoms.  "Here goes," I thought as
I let the bottoms drop to the ground.  I ran as fast as I could into the
water and made a surface dive as soon as it reached my knees.  Thank good
ness there were no submerged branches or rocks!

   "Whoa!" I cried as I hit the cold water.  "Oh, shit, this is cold!"
Frank was right behind me and did the same thing.

   "Fuck!" he said.  "You're right.  We shoulda tested it first." Both of
us stood straight up to get the icy water off our bodies as much as
possible.  We just stood there looking at each other.  "My God," he said.
"You're so fucking pretty!"

   I had my arms around myself trying to fend off the cold.  He couldn't
see my boobs 'cause they were hidden under my arms but he was looking at my
pussy.  It was a very satisfying feeling to know he could see me and
thought I was pretty.

   "Take your arms down," he said.  I did, slowly revealing myself to him.
"Oh, fuck.  You're a ten!" I stood perfectly still, relishing the moment,
drinking in how his face looked as he saw me -- all of me -- for the first
time.  I looked at him, too.  I thought he was gonna have a big dick, like
a horse, but it wasn't.  It was all shrivelled up and just a few inches --
maybe three or four inches -- long.  He saw me looking, staring is more
like it.  "Oh, he said.  Not to worry.  It gets all tiny like when it's
cold.  It's ok once it gets warm.

   I giggled.  "Yeah.  It looked much larger in your tennis shorts."

   "Yeah.  All the girls tell me that."

   "All the girls?"

   "Just kidding.  Those shorts kinda emphasize it.  That's why I wear
them."

   "Can we get out now?  I'm freezing."

   "Yeah.  Sorry, I didn't realize it was still so cold." We walked up to
our towels and dried off a little and then laid down to let the sun bake us
dry.  We both lay on our backs.  I wadded up my shirt for a headrest. 
Frank looked so funny, lying there with his little dick pointing straight
up.  I couldn't see it completely looking out of the corbner of my eye but
it was kinda comical.  I closed my eyes and relaxed.  I may have even
drifted off to sleep.  But, all of a sudden, I felt this cool hand set down
right over my boob.  It felt nice.

   I lay here without moving until Frank's hand started to move in slow
circles.  My nipple got hard immediately.  I kinda moaned a little to let
him know it was ok and I heard him turn onto his side to face me.  He
scooted closer and my face was in shadow as I felt him draw closer.  His
lips touched mine in the most tender kiss I could imagine.  I held my
breath as long as I could but finally had to pull away and gasp for air.

   Frank laughed.  "Breathe through your nose, silly."

   "Oh," I said.  "I never knew that." Looking down I could see what had
filled his tennis shorts.  His dick was hard, sticking straight out from
his body and it was enormous!  I mean huge!  He saw me looking at it.

   "Yeah.  Junior has recovered," he said.

   "Oh...umm..I...."

   "It's ok.  It's just another way of telling you how pretty you are."

   "I...umm...I've never seen one hard like that before."

   "I like having you see me," he said as he moved in for another kiss. 
This time I did breathe through my nose and we kissed for an hour.  Well,
maybe it was just a minute or two but it seemed like forever and, when he
pulled away, I scooted forward and kissed him again like some shameless
slut.  But I didn't care.  It just felt so nice to have our mouths pressed
together and our tongues writhing together as we tasted each other.

   Frank's chest was pressing against mine and I could feel my boobs
rubbing against bare skin.  That was another first for me and I liked it --
a lot!  I scrunched my body up and down so I could feel my nipples rub
against the hair on his chest.  Sooo kewl!

   I scooted my hips forward, too, wanting to feel his hard dick, too.  Oh,
wow.  I could feel it lying against my hips and stomach and it kinda
twitched once when I moved.  I couldn't stop kissing him now and I kept
moving against him, feeling his hot, sweaty body with every inch of mine.

   "Just a second, sweety," he said as he rolled me back onto my back.  He
leaned down and very softly kissed one nipple.  Then he looked at me (I was
watching everything), smiled and kissed the other one just as softly as the
first.  I thought I was gonna die right then.  Electricty coursed through
my body every time his mouth touched my boob.

   While I watched, he slowly opened his mouth wide and encircled one boob,
sucking as much of it as he could into his mouth.  OMIGOD!  His tongue was
flicking my nipple and he was sucking my titty like a baby.  It felt soooo
fucking good!

   I felt his hand creep down between my legs and his finger dip into my
wet slit.  Yes, it was wet!  It was sloppy wet and his finger felt so nice
in there as he moved it up and down.  Oh, shit!  He touched my clit and my
hips bucked up against him.  I didn't mean to, it just happened.  My body
was like it was being electrocuted, with sparks jumping through me from
everywhere.

   He stopped sucking my titty and slid down until he was between my legs.
OMIGOD!  He's looking right at my pussy!  I was so scared I couldn't move.
I don't think I would have moved even if I could 'cause all at once I felt
his finger slip out and then I felt something warm and soft and...wet! 
OMIGOD!  It's his tongue!  He's licking me there!

   This was better than anything!  His tongue was so gentle.  At first he
just moved it up and down through my slit and sometimes poked it in a
little but then, after a while, he licked higher and... WOW!...  pressed
against my clit.  Oh, this was SO much better than when I used my fingers
there.  His tongue was softer and warmer and he really knew where to lick
me, like some girl taught him all the good places.

   I just laid back and let him do me.  I tried pulling my knees up and
laying them flat.  I tried squeezing my thighs against his head.  Nothing
made it any better -- it was fantastic no mater what I did.  Then I
discovered I could grab some of his hair in each hand and pull him tighter
against my pussy.  I think I was trying to pull him inside.  I sure wanted
to.

   My girlfriends had told me all the guys like to have a girl suck their
cocks until they cum but no one ever told me about a guy licking a girl's
pussy.  This was incredible!  Frank kept on licking and
...oh...OHH...OOHHHHHHHHH.  Shit!  He's sucking it -- my clit.  OMIGOD! 
It's sensory overload.  It's like I felt when we went to Disneyland and
went on the Small World ride with all the sound and music and lights and
stuff.  But this was all happening to my pussy and my pussy was making my
body crazy.

   Oh, God this was great.  That little tiny bud down there was making my
body explode with pleasure as Frank sucked on it like a tiny lollipop and
rubbed his tongue against the tip.  I felt fireworks all around.  Then I
felt my toes curl as my body tensed and this kind of wave started up my
legs and up through my body and out over my head.  And, just then, my pussy
exploded and I felt myself gush like I never have before.  Frank choked and
shook his head and then dropped back down and licked me, more like lapped
me as I felt streams of cum come pouring out.

   I've never, ever done that before.  I've had a lot of cums but never
with such force and soupy almost fountains of cum.  I pushed Frank's head
away.  Every little touch down there was sending lightening jolts through
my body and I couldn't stand it any more.  I was super-sensitive.  "Oh,
please, Frank.  Just hold on for a minute," I thought.  I was shaking. 
Literally shaking, still holding Frank by the hair and keeping him at bay
from my sore pussy.  I was panting; my heart was beating a mile a minute.

   "Oh, geez, Frank.  That was sooooooo good.  I'm in heaven right now but
I can't take it any more." He looked up at me with smiling eyes.

   "I know, baby," he said.  I wanted to do that for you."

   I released my grip on his hair and let my body relax.  I closed my eyes
and felt like I was floating on a cloud, weightless and feeling better than
ever before.  This was as close to heaven as I could imagine.  Franks
didn't say anything but he slid back up even with me and he stroked my
forehead with his fingers so very lightly.  He kissed my eyelids.  I
couldn't move.  I sunk into the towel and just floated while he touched me.

   Then he kissed my lips and I lazily kissed him back and wrapped my arms
around his neck to hold him there.  We kissed for a long time before I let
him up.  He laid down beside me and took my hand in his and we fell asleep.

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