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I hope you enjoy this.  This is my first effort in quite a while. Any
comments are welcome, any spam is canned.


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DISCLAIMER
This story is fiction.  It is intended for adults over the age of 18.
If descriptions of sexual encounters involving teenagers are offensive
to you, do not read any further.  The persons depicted in this story
are fictional and are not meant to bear resemblance to any person
living or dead.  


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BEST FRIENDS
By Mikeybear

First, a little background.  This story takes place in the summer of
1970.  I was 14 years old, and would be entering the ninth grade in
the fall.  I was an only child, though not by choice.  My mother had
complications with her second pregnancy, which resulted in a
miscarriage, then a hysterectomy.  My parent's had wanted a large
family, but I was it.  I grew up in a mid-sized southern town.  Most
of the people worked at one of the three big plants in town.  My
father was an engineer at the chemical plant.  My mother had just
recently gone back to work as a librarian.  We lived in subdivision
just beyond the city limits.  Mom and Dad had built our house just
before I was born, when people were first moving to the suburbs.  Our
house was the last on the street, at the top of a big hill.  It shared
a long driveway with the house next door.  

The Shelton's lived in the house next door.  Mr. Shelton was a manager
at the glass plant.  Mrs. Shelton was a history teacher at the high
school.  They had built their house the year after my parents, and our
families were close friends.  Their son, Mark, was 19 and had left
just two weeks before for basic training in the Navy.  Their daughter
Susan was 14, six days older than I was.  

Susan and I had been best friends forever.  We had shared birthday
parties since we were two years old.  Because we lived at the top of
the hill, we usually played together instead of venturing off down the
hill to where the other kids lived.  (Actually, there were only two
other kids our age that lived on our street.)  We often had the same
babysitter, had camped out together in a backyard treehouse, went to
Sunday School together, and usually had the same teacher in school.
And, since we had entered junior high, she had kept me apprised on
which girls thought I was cute.  I did the same for her when one of my
buddies wanted to be her boyfriend.  Of course, this was the eighth
grade, so we changed girlfriends and boyfriends almost as often as we
changed socks.  Since we had been so close for so long, I had never
even thought of Susan in a romantic way.  Sure, we had kissed a time
or two, but that had been a couple of years ago, and we both had
thought it pretty gross at the time.  

I had noticed the physical changes in Susan's body however.  She had
been wearing a bra for about eighteen months now.  Her breasts were
small, only about the size of a half an orange.  Her legs had filled
out nicely, and her butt and hips now had a nice shape to them.  We
often spent time at a community swimming pool during the summer, so I
had seen her in a bathing suit quite often.  Susan was the same height
as I, about 5'4".  She had light brown hair, usually worn in a
ponytail, and dark brown eyes.   She was quite pretty, and was going
to try out for junior varsity cheerleader when school started.  

A lot of our time together had been spent in the "fort".  This was an
old treehouse that Mark had built about ten years ago.  It was in the
woods behind our houses, about two hundred feet down the backside of
the hill.  It was well built, (Mr. Shelton had helped him build it)
about eight feet square, with a roof and windows.  It would stay
pretty dry in the rain, and the shade of the woods kept it fairly cool
even on the hottest days.  We had some old blankets and pillows, and a
transistor radio for music.  It was our place to go to escape,
although we didn't go there very often anymore.  
…

"Are you going to mope around here all day," Susan asked as she walked
in the door.  "It's not the end of the world you know."  

I was sitting on the couch in our basement playroom, sulking.  I had
broken up with my girlfriend, Rhonda, at the pool the day before.  She
had spent a little too much time flirting with Billy Kelly, and when I
said something, we had gotten into an argument.  We had been going
steady for almost two months, so this was really devastating.  Susan
had seen the whole thing, and I had asked her to find out how Rhonda
felt.  She had talked to her the night before, and found out that she
already planned to go to the movies with Billy.  So we were through.


"It was the end of your world a couple of weeks ago when you broke up
with Kenny," I replied, "and you pouted for a week".  "Yeah…and you
said I would get over it and I did", she retorted.  "So get up off
your lazy butt and let's do something".  Susan grabbed my arm and
started pulling me up off the couch.  She was dressed in a pair of
blue shorts, a white T-shirt and sneakers.  I was in my usual summer
attire of cut-off blue jeans, a tank top and bare feet.  I reluctantly
got up and followed her out the door.  Yesterday's sunshine had been
replaced by a dreary gray sky, just perfect to match my mood.  A light
sprinkle of rain was falling as we started across the lawn to her
house.  About halfway across, the bottom dropped out of the sky and
rain poured down on us.  We ran as fast as we could toward her house,
but both of us slipped in the wet grass and fell.  We scrambled to our
feet and ran the rest of the way into her garage; both of us soaked
and covered with grass and mud.  

"Gosh, I'm soaked", Susan said.  We looked at each other and began to
laugh at our dilemma.  I had a big streak of mud from my right knee up
to my armpit.  My hair was soaked and hanging down in my eyes.
Susan's butt and back were covered with mud, and her T-shirt was
soaked.  Her hair was wet and stringy, with bits of grass in it.  But
what I quickly noticed was that she was not wearing a bra.  The wet
material of the T-shirt had turned semi-transparent.  It clung to her
pert little breasts, the nipples poking out like little pencil
erasers.  She walked over to the washing machine and pulled a couple
of towels out of a basket of dirty laundry.  "Here, you can dry off
with this," she said throwing the towel at me.  She took another and
began to dry her hair.  I just stood there staring at her hard little
nipples.  I felt my dick begin to harden as I watched the small mounds
bounce up and down as she vigorously rubbed her hair.

I had never thought of Susan in a sexual way before.  In all the time
that we had been friends, we had never played doctor or "show me yours
and I'll show you mine".  But now my fourteen-year-old hormones were
betraying me, and my shorts were rapidly beginning to bulge in the
front. 

 Susan finally stopped rubbing her hair and looked at me.  She saw
that I was staring at her, then looked down at her chest to see her
nipples poking through her shirt.  "MIKE!!!…..Why didn't you say
something!" she shrieked as she wrapped the towel around her chest.  I
blushed a deep red color, realizing that I had been caught.  "Sorry,
I….I couldn't help it," I stammered.  I could tell that she was mad.
I guess it was about then that she noticed the front of my shorts
sticking out like a tent.  Not that I was well endowed or anything,
but at age fourteen I did have a good five and half inches and it was
fully erect.  Now it was Susan's turn to blush and my turn to cover
myself with a towel.

"I've got to go clean up," she said hurriedly.  "Maybe I'll see you
later", she said as she suddenly headed for the door and went inside.
I was left standing there, confused and embarrassed as the door closed
and I heard her run up the stairs.  

"Great!" I thought.  I've broken up with my girlfriend and lost my
best friend in 24 hours.  I walked out of the garage and slowly walked
through the pouring rain back to my house.  I was totally soaked by
the time I made it back.  I went inside and up to my room, where I
stripped off my wet clothes.  My dick was still fully erect and
throbbing.  I got in the shower, the hot water warming up my chilled
body.  I soaped up my hard-on and stroked.  Visions of Susan's hard
nipples under her shirt, then my imagination of what her bare tits
would look like propelled me on.  Soon, I shot a huge load of white
jizz all over the wall of the shower.  I slumped back against the
shower wall, letting the water run over me until it went cold.
…

I spent the rest of the day in a deep funk.  Every time I thought
about Susan, all I could see were her nipples poking through her wet
shirt.  This caused a throbbing erection every time.  I must have
jacked off four or five times that day.  When Mom came home that
night, she must have sensed that something was wrong, and left me
alone.  I spent most of that evening in my room.  I wanted to call
Susan and talk, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
…

The phone must have rung ten times before I realized that this was
Mom's long day at work and nobody else was home.  It was mid morning,
around 10:00 and I was still sleeping soundly.  I staggered out into
the hallway and answered it when it finally appeared that whoever was
calling was not going to give up.  "Hello," I said.  "Meet me at the
fort," Susan said, then hung up.  "Wait…"  I said, but she was already
gone.  I tried to clear the cobwebs out of my brain, wondering what
she wanted.  Was she going to tell me that I was a pervert, and our
friendship was over?  Or would she laugh it off and we would be
friends again.  As I slipped on a pair of shorts, I looked out my
window and saw her going down the trail to the fort.  She was wearing
a pair of cutoffs and her favorite football jersey, and she was
carrying a blanket.  This sent my hopes up; at least she wasn't
covered completely up like a nun.  

As soon as I was dressed, I headed down the hill to the fort.  We
hadn't been in it for several months.  When I got to the bottom of the
ladder, I could see a large pile of leaves where it had been swept
out.  I slowly climbed the ladder and stuck my head through the
blanket that covered the door.  "Hi," I said softly as I worked my way
inside.  A blanket covered the floor, and Susan was sitting with her
back against the far side of small room.  "Hi yourself," she said.  I
could feel a hesitation or shyness in her voice.  I walked across and
sat down next to her.  

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday…" I started, but she cut me
off.  "I've been thinking what to say to you for hours," she said,
"and if I don't say it now I might never be able to get it out.
"Okay," I said, "go ahead."

"When we were in the garage yesterday, and I saw you staring at me, I
panicked.  And then when I saw what it …you know… did to you…I just
lost it.  I mean…I've got to say this…I mean, I wanted you to see me
that way, but when it happened, I didn't know what to do next."  I
looked at her with a thoroughly confused look on my face.  She
continued; "I mean, do you know how I felt when I saw you with Rhonda,
or Daphne or Janie, holding hands and kissing and everything.  I
wished that it was me you were doing that with."  

Tears were starting to roll down her face now.  "You never even
thought of me as your girlfriend, or that I could ever be your
girlfriend.  We were always just best buddies or playmates.  You never
even think of me as a girl.  Just someone who can help you get the
other girls to like you. "  She wiped her hand across her face,
leaving a wet trail of tears and puffy red eyes.  I couldn't believe
what I was hearing.  "But Susan…" I started, but she just kept
talking.  "And at Janie's party, I saw you feeling up Rhonda, and I
wished it was me!"  "That's why Kenny and I broke up, because I wasn't
paying attention to him during the party." 

She fell silent, and I just sat there dumbfounded.  I couldn't believe
that after all these years and everything that we had done together;
she had been in love with me the whole time.  I reached up and wiped
the tears from her cheek, still unable to say anything.  She grabbed
my hand and held it in both of her's, clutching it to her chest.  We
sat there for a full minute, just looking at each other in silence.
Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, I leaned over
and gently kissed her.  It started as a soft kiss, but I quickly felt
her tongue run over my lips.  They parted, and our tongues were
darting over each other.  Susan leaned up, and we wrapped our arms
around each other, our lips still grinding away.  

Susan broke off the kiss, and we held each other for a couple of
minutes.  When I pulled away, she had tears running down her face.  "I
know you think I'm terrible, but I couldn't help myself," she said, "I
just wanted this to happen for a long time."  "You're not terrible," I
said softly, "I guess I just didn't see what was right in front of my
face."

Susan lay back on a pillow that was lying on the floor.  I arranged
myself next to her and we began to make out.  Our kisses were long and
deep, our tongues sparring with each other.  After a few minutes of
this, the thought jumped into my mind; she had said she wished it were
her that I was feeling up!  I slowly ran my right hand up and down her
side a few times, then moved over and slowly covered her small breast
with my hand.  I quickly realized she had no bra on under the football
jersey.  I could feel her small nipple harden under the rough cotton
fabric, and I heard a small moan escape her lips.  

Feeling bold, I ran my hand back down to her tummy, then up under her
shirt.  Bingo!  My hand molded over the first bare tit it had ever
felt.  (Up until that moment, the best I had ever gotten was to feel
Rhonda's full tits through her bra.  Every time I had tried to slip my
hand under it she had quickly pulled my hand away.)  I was amazed at
how it could feel both soft and firm at the same time.  Her nipple
felt like a pencil eraser; hard but pliable.  I rolled it between my
thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly.   My dick was ready to
explode it was so hard.  I had to disengage from her small breast for
a second to reach down and adjust it to where it wasn't bent double
inside my briefs.  

I broke away from our kiss and looked at Susan.  She smiled up at me,
reaching up and running her hand softly across my face.  I looked down
to where her jersey was pulled up almost to the bottom of her breasts,
her bare stomach flat and tanned.  Looking back at her face, she
nodded slightly.  I took this as my cue and reached for the hem of the
jersey.  She raised herself off the floor just a little as I pulled
the jersey over her head.  There in front of me we the most beautiful
tits I had ever seen in my life (okay, they were also the first I had
ever seen in person).  I ran my hands up her chest, covering each
small mound with a hand.  "I love you, Mike," she whispered softly.
"I love you too, Susan," I replied.  I bent my head down and took a
nipple between my lips.  My tongue darted around it, amazed at the
feel.  "Oh Mike…. Oh Mike.." she kept saying over and over as I sucked
on one then the other.  

Susan's hands were running up and down my back.  She grabbed at the
bottom of my T-shirt and began to pull it up.  I broke away from her
hard left nipple long enough to let her pull it over my head.  I moved
back up and we began kissing again.  I could feel her hard nips as
they moved against my bare chest.  I decided to make my next move, and
ran my hand down to her leg.  The smooth skin of her thigh felt like
it was on fire as I ran my hand along it, then up and over her firm
butt.  I paused and squeezed one of her firm cheeks, then resumed
running my hand over her leg.  Susan's response was to begin doing the
same to me.  As I got bolder, I ran my hand across the front of her
cut-offs and down between her legs, briefly stopping on top of her
pubic mound then starting to move again.  This brought only a moan, no
pushing away or disapproval of my actions, so I again ran my hand
across her tummy again.  This time I placed my hand firmly on her
mound, and began to slowly run my finger up and down where I thought
her slit would be under her shorts.  

Susan again moaned against my mouth, then ran her hand across my hip
and placed it right on top of my throbbing cock!  This was all I could
take, and I could feel my cock begin to belch globs of sticky cum into
my underwear.  I moaned loudly, pulled away slightly and laid back.
Susan continued to rub my cock through my shorts as a dark stain
suddenly appeared on the front of them.  She seemed fascinated by
this, her eyes locked on my throbbing crotch.  I was terribly
embarrassed that I would cum with her barely touching my still clothed
cock, but Susan kept rubbing the bulge, milking what was left of my
juice as the stain grew larger.  

"Are you okay," she finally whispered to me, her tongue licking softly
at my ear.  "God, that was great," I finally stammered out.  "Did you
… you know … go?" she asked.  "Yeah," I replied, "all over myself."
"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I just couldn't help it."  "Its okay," she
replied, "it didn't seem to affect it any."  And she was right.  My
hard-on had not subsided in the least.  It still throbbed, stiff as
ever, under her hand.  "Maybe you should take these off," she said as
she unsnapped the top of my cut-off jeans.  She pulled the zipper down
and began to pull them down.  I raised my butt off the floor to allow
her to pull them down.  Susan grabbed underwear and all and pulled
them down to my ankles.  My hard-on caught momentarily on my briefs,
then snapped back against my belly.  The helmet like head was covered
with the slimy remnants of my recent ejaculation.  

I kicked off my shorts and lay there, naked as a newborn.  Susan
reached down and wrapped her fingers around my still hard cock.  She
slowly stroked me, smearing the fluid around the head.  "It feels so
hot," she said.  "And kind of sticky now," she giggled.  "If you keep
doing that it will be even stickier soon," I told her.  

I pushed her down on the blanket and kissed her deeply.  Her tongue
responded deep into my mouth.  My hands again ran over her small tits,
tweaking the nipples one at a time.  I bent down and took the left one
in my mouth.  I slid my hand down to her leg, rubbing her inner thigh.
I then slowly moved it up under the leg of her shorts until I could
feel the damp cotton of her panties.  I rubbed her mound, feeling the
soft hair under her panties.  I was rewarded with a moan, and she
again took my cock in her hand and began to stroke.  I slid a finger
under the elastic, and felt for the first time the damp pubic hair
that covered a girl's pussy.  I started feeling around, trying to find
the slit that I knew was supposed to be there.  I finally found it,
further down between her legs than I expected it to be.  My finger was
met with a gush of wetness that soaked her cotton panties even more.  

I was frustrated with the tight confines of her panties and shorts, so
I withdrew my hand and moved it up to the snap at the top of her
shorts.  Be broke our kiss, and I looked at her for permission.  She
responded by letting go of my dick and unsnapping and unzipping her
cut-off shorts.  She raised her butt off the blanket, and I grabbed
the waistband and pulled her shorts to her ankles.  I couldn't help
but stare at this beautiful young girl, lying on the blanket in front
of me with only a pair of white cotton bikini panties.  The crotch of
her panties had a dark, wet spot right between her legs.  Her pubic
mound seemed very pronounced, causing her panties to bulge up.  I
slowly began to slide the white cotton off her hips, revealing the
light brown hair of her pubis.  She raised her legs and let me slip
the panties down and off, then set them back down, leaving them
slightly parted.

I gazed for the first time at a real live pussy!  Her light brown
pubic hair was thick just above her slit, and I could see some razor
stubble where she had shaved so it would not show around her swimsuit.
Down between her thighs I could see the bright pink slash.  The hair
on both sides of the slit was matted down and glistening with
moisture.  Still resting on my elbow, I reached down and ran my finger
gently along the pink slit.  Susan squealed as her outer lips parted
and revealed the darker red flesh inside.  I could see her clit
standing out at the top of the slit, like a small pink pea.  I ran my
finger up and down her slit, eliciting moans from Susan each time I
rubbed over the hard nub.  Finally, I slid my hand down and rubbed my
finger across the opening at the bottom.  I gently inserted my middle
finger into the opening.  Her warmth and wetness enveloped my finger.
I felt as if I had put it in a vat of hot silk.  My finger kept
sliding in, meeting no resistance, until my finger was all the way
inside her.  

(I should tell you at this point that my knowledge of the female
anatomy and my knowledge of sexual matters came mostly from the
Penthouse magazines that belonged to Susan's brother.  I had found
them hidden below the windowsill of the fort a couple of years ago.
It was this knowledge that I was relying on now.)

I slowly started pumping my finger in and out of her juicy slit.  I
moved my thumb up and began to tweak the hard button at the top.  My
mouth moved back over her hard left nipple, and I sucked on it as I
finger fucked her.  Susan was pushing back against my hand, meeting
each thrust of my finger.  She was lightly moaning the whole time.
Within a minute, she began groaning and twisting underneath me.  Her
thighs clamped together, trapping my hand as an orgasm began sweeping
through her.  I continued nudging her clit until she finally reached
down and pushed my hand away.  She rolled toward me and I held her as
the spasms wracked her tight young body.  

We lay in each other's arms for several minutes, not speaking.  She
finally leaned her head up and kissed me.  My hand began to roam over
her small tits, causing the nipples to harden again.  She turned
toward me, and we lay chest to chest.  My cock nestled itself into the
wet furrow of her pussy.   I could feel the heat and wetness on the
head of my straining dick.  I slowly moved my hips forward, trying to
find the opening of her virgin box.  After nudging all around it,
Susan reached down and guided my throbbing member to the right spot.
The helmet-like head of my circumcised cock split her outer lips and
slipped into her hot tunnel.  I couldn't believe the sensations that
were concentrated in the head of my dick!

I started to move my dick into her, but because we were lying on our
sides, the movement was very awkward.  We were both straining to get
my cock inside her, but the angle was wrong.  "Get on top of me,"
Susan whispered in my ear.  Reluctantly, I slid my cockhead out of
her.  Susan rolled onto her back and spread her legs, and I crawled up
between them.  I slid my knees under her thighs, raising her butt
slightly off the floor.  Susan again reached down and helped guide me
into her wet box.  This time the head slid in easily.  I started
sliding into her, but her tight virgin pussy was giving me some
resistance.   I found that by moving out and then back in, her juices
would spread and ease the way.  After four or five of these in and out
movements, Susan let out a little whimper as I buried myself to the
hilt inside her.

I laid there for a little, letting her adjust to feel of the intruder
inside her.  Susan's eyes were tightly shut, and she was biting her
bottom lip.  I was also trying desperately to keep from blowing my
load before I even started.  Susan finally opened her eyes, then
smiled at me.  I slowly began to move out of her, not really wanting
to give up the feeling that was washing over my throbbing cock.  I
pulled out a couple of inches them slid back in.  I started an in and
out movement, still scared that I might slip out.  Soon we had a
rhythm going as I pump in and out of her tight cunny.  Susan was
pushing her hips up to meet my thrusts.  I slipped out a couple of
times, but her pussy was so wet I had no problem finding it and
slamming back in.  

I would like to say that we fucked like that for an hour, but the
truth is after about a minute I felt the cum rise in my balls.  I
slammed into her as deep as I could, and felt the cum belch from the
slit in my cockhead, deep into her pussy.  I felt Susan tense up under
me.  She pushed her cunt hard against my crotch, humping me a few
times before her own orgasm claimed her.  She wrapped her legs around
my butt and pulled me tight against her.  We stayed like that for a
couple of minutes before we both calmed down.  I could feel her cunt
muscles squeezing my now shrinking dick, milking all the juice from
it.  Finally, my shrunken pecker slid out of her, spilling our
combined juices onto the blanket underneath us.
…

We fucked two more times that afternoon, and I don't know how many
times the rest of that summer.  Two days after the first time, Susan
had her period.  We had not even thought about the possibility of her
getting pregnant.  I soon became a regular in the men's room of the
local gas station, my only source of rubbers.  Our parent's seemed
happy that we were "going steady".  But they were also concerned that
we were able to spend a lot of time alone.  I got a long speech about
"responsibility", and Susan got one from her mother on what "good
girls" did and didn't do.  Little did they know.  

Our relationship blossomed over the next year. We had a couple of
scares when Susan's period was late, but she always finally started.
We managed to find a way to make love at least once or twice a week.
We added oral sex to our repertoire a couple of weeks after we first
made love.  Susan gave me my first blow job on the couch in our
basement.  I first ate her pussy on her bed while her parents were at
work.  

In the spring of our sophomore year in high school, Susan's father was
promoted and transferred to another plant in the Midwest.  With much
crying we parted.  We pledged that we would be true to each other, but
as adolescents will do, we each found somebody else before too long.
We wrote each other faithfully for a year or so, then the
correspondence dwindled.  Susan went on the college and then to
pharmacy school.  She married and now has two daughters.  I graduated
from high school, did a stint in the military, then went back to
college.  I married my college girlfriend and now have two handsome
sons.  But I still think back every now and then to a great summer
with my best friend.


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