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The Kissing Game

   Felix Phile Dec.  1999

   One summer, when I was 15, my sister and I spent a week at an art school
out in the country.  I took some classes in sketching and pottery during
the day, but what is more interesting is what happened at night.

   The school was located on a farm in some countryside formed of gently
rolling hills.  Some of the students would commute daily from the city and
others found accommodation nearby.  One of the choices was a ski lodge that
also functioned as a resort/campground in the summer.  My sister, who is a
couple of years older than me, stayed at the lodge but I had chosen to stay
in a tent and eat in the lodge.  There was a van from the school that would
take us back and forth to the lodge.

   On the Sunday before school started my parents drove me and my sister to
the lodge where they made the proper arrangements.  I found a nice spot
about in a field across from the lodge and pitched my tent.  After checking
everything was satisfactory my parents left for home.  That first evening
went smoothly.  We ate supper and I went to my tent to read by the light of
my gas lamp and later to sleep.

   Monday went as expected.  We ate breakfast at the lodge, took the van to
the farm, checked in, and had our first classes.  At the end of the day I
prepared to head back to the lodge and met my sister at the van.  She had
apparently attracted the interest of a friend of one of the instructors and
would be staying for the evening at the farm.  I rarely saw her in the
evenings after that and it turned out that she had a pretty interesting
week at camp too.

   ~*~

   I took the van back to the lodge expecting an eventless evening.  I
walked around the campground exploring until suppertime when I went to the
lodge.  There wasn't much to do after so I went to my tent to read.

   After an hour or so there was a sudden thump on my tent.  It surprised
me and I stuck my head outside to look for the source.  It had grown dark
enough that I couldn't make out much except the lodge in the distance.

   I went back to reading but another thump soon came, followed by a third.
This time I left the tent and started walking around.  Suddenly two figures
jumped up from the tall grass and took off for a bunch of trees.  I chased
after them but didn't go far as I didn't have my shoes on.

   I decided to go looking for the culprits as this was more interesting
than my book.  I put my shoes on and turned out my lamp.  Then I started
walking quietly in the direction of the woods.  After wandering around for
about 15 minutes I came across a picnic table with four kids sitting on it.
One of them called out to me and I walked over.

   As I got close I could see there were two boys and two girls.  I sat
down and started talking to them.  I found out that they were children of
people who worked at the lodge and stayed on the grounds during the summer.
I can't remember their names so I'll call them Billy, Bobby, Joanne, and
Terry.  I don't remember much about Billy and Bobby except that they looked
like typical 12 or 13 year-old boys.  Joanne was a fairly ordinary looking
14 year-old with shoulder-length brown hair who looked like the country
life suited her.  Terry was a cute 13 year-old with long black hair.

   It turned out that it had been the two boys throwing rocks at my tent.
Apparently my orange cotton tent stood out like a beacon when I had the
bright lantern on inside.  They knew that there was another teenager in the
tent and had decided to pull a prank.  The boys had been the ones to move
close to the tent while the girls had stayed near the woods.  When I chased
them they all took off to meet back at the picnic table, their usual
hangout.

   After we talked for a while Billy (or was it Bobby) said they were
planning to play the "kissing game" and said I could join in.  I didn't
know what it was so Terry told me that they would take turns kissing for a
while then switch partners.  There were normally only the four of them so
I'd have to sit out the first round.  Terry looked pretty cute so I figured
it was worth waiting to see what would happen.

   The couples sat side by side on one side of the picnic table while I sat
on the other.  I didn't stare but I still saw enough to understand what was
expected.  Each couple would turn enough that they could lightly peck lips
and then after a while sit there with their lips pressed together.  This
didn't seem too exciting but at 15 I would have walked a mile for a glimpse
of a cute girl.  (I still will, exercise is good for the heart.)

   At some signal I didn't recognize it was time to switch.  I sat down
beside Terry and while her partner moved to Joanne.  Terry was rather
petite and just beginning to develop her secondary sexual characteristics.
I moved in tight beside her and made a few light brushes of her lips.  It
was nice but didn't seem to have any feeling to it.  We moved to longer
pressing of the lips but she kept hers pursed tightly and it was about as
interesting as kissing my aunt.

   I put an arm around Terry and tried putting a little more feeling into
it but Terry put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me away.  I was
starting to lose interest in the game.  Soon enough this turn was up.

   I moved over next to Joanne and she shifted slightly to move right
against me.  Joanne was bigger than Terry and had certainly hit puberty
earlier.  She may not have had Terry's looks but she already had an
interesting set of curves.  We started with the gentle kisses and I found
that hers were much softer and more interesting than Terry's.  Soon we move
to prolonged contact and I put an arm around her.  Joanne moved in closer
so that I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest.  We started
more serious kissing at that point and I had just started trying to put my
tongue between her lips when time ran out.

   Joanne seemed as disappointed as I was when we had to break.  I sat
still for a moment as I didn't want to stand up and make my newly developed
erection obvious.  I kind of slid around the bench to the other side of the
table while the boys moved to their new partners.  I pretended to look at
the sky while keeping as many senses as I could focused on the couples
behind me.

   It seemed to go much the same way as the first round with only some
simple kissing.  Eventually that round ended and I moved over to join
Terry. Again she would kiss me but only in the way children would.  I tried
to make it more interesting but she wouldn't join in.  She was interested
in boys but not yet in any form of real contact.

   Finally I moved back to Joanne.  This time my arm went around her right
away and we pulled close.  The kisses were real smooches and I tried to
move my tongue between her lips.  She opened her mouth and let it, starting
a little dance with her tongue.  She'd done this before.  My next step was
to slide my free hand up and down her side with the intention of moving it
on to her breast.  As soon as I got it up to the point where I could feel
the softness of the side of her breast her arm clamped down trapping it
there.  I couldn't tell if she was trying to stop me from going further or
preventing me from sliding away again.

   I held my hand there and started moving my thumb back and forth over the
part it could reach.  I couldn't find her nipple but I still thought I was
doing pretty well.  Before I could do much more it was time to break the
clinch.

   Terry declared that it was time to go back to the lodge and look for
their parents.  Regretfully, I headed back to my tent.  I stripped down,
lay on my sleeping bag, and beat off like crazy.

   ~*~

   Tuesday went much as had Monday.  A little sketching, a little pottery.
When I got back to the lodge in the afternoon I saw Bobby and asked him
what they were up to that night.  He said they never planned anything, they
just met at the picnic table.  I went to my tent, grabbed a change of
clothes and headed off to lodge for a shower.  Coming out I ran into my
sister who said she was off with some "friends" that evening.  We met for
supper and she took off later leaving me on my own once again.

   Once the sky started to darken I set off for the picnic table hoping for
some more of the previous night's activities.  I found the two boys and
Joanne at the table but no Terry.  Joanne looked happy and a little
relieved to see me show up.  I asked about Terry.  Her mother was off to
town to do some shopping and Terry had gone along.

   It was pretty obvious to me that we weren't going to play the kissing
game with three guys and one girl.  I was disappointed but decided to hang
around anyway.  I sat next to Joanne on the table and she kind of leaned
back so there was a little contact between us.  I leaned into her just a
bit so she would know I liked it too.

   We sat there talking about the kind of things that young teens talk
about.  Bull shitting each other about what we'd seen and done.  Who was
the best ball player, how mosquitoes would explode if you trapped them by
pulling your skin tight after they had stung, if you could really ride your
bike down a hill fast enough to burst the tires.

   At one point a couple walking through the woods came up to us and
started making conversation.  I'd guess they were in their early twenties
but it was so long ago I don't know for sure.  We swapped some dumb-ass
jokes for a while when Billy made his mouth into an 'O' with pursed lips
and pointed at it grunting for attention.  Then he asked the woman if she
knew what it was.  I knew the joke and tried to stop him.

   "Ya know what this is?" he asked.

   "No, what is it?" she answered.

   "Cock-sucker's cramp!  Do you get?"

   "Yeah, I get it," she said going along with him.

   "How often?" he asked.

   She laughed but I felt kind of embarrassed.  I didn't know at that age
that cock-sucking was a pretty common occurence and adults could joke about
it too.

   Not long after this the others headed off to the lodge and I went back
to my tent.  We hadn't done any kissing that night but being 15 I still had
to relieve my frustrations into a tissue.

   ~*~

   On Wednesday, as usual, I went to the farm.  I found out that there
would be a campfire that night with music and marshmallows.  After class I
took the van back to the lodge for supper and to get my jacket in case it
got cooler.  I saw Joanne and she asked if I'd be at the picnic table that
night.  I told her I would be at the farm and probably not back until late.
She asked when I was going back to the city.  I told her that my parents
were coming up late Friday after class to take us home.  She seemed
disappointed but didn't say anything.

   I had a good time at the campfire and even smoked a little weed.  Hey,
these were artsies and it was not long after Woodstock.

   ~*~

   Thursday was a little different at the farm because we had a nude model
for sketching.  She lay out on a blanket in one of the fields and we
sketched.  I did a pretty good job I think, trying to concentrate on the
task rather then just ogling her.  I don't know what happened to that
sketch, it disappeared like so many other memories over the years.

   As usual I ate supper in the lodge and just walked around killing time
until I could go to the picnic table.  Once dusk came I headed there to
look for the others.  This time I was the first.  I sat there peeling twigs
and flicking stones at trees until I heard someone coming.  I looked up to
see Joanne.  She was a little out of breath like she'd being rushing to get
there.

   "Hi," I said as she came towards me.  She was wearing her usual cutoff
jeans and a checkered blouse.

   "Hi," she said back.  "The others will be here soon."

   "Oh, okay," I said in brilliant repartee.

   "This is your last night isn't it?"

   "Yeah, my folks are picking me up tomorrow."

   "Yeah, you told me yesterday."

   "Oh, yeah, I did."

   What?  You were expecting scintillating dialogue from a couple of kids?

   About then the others showed up in a group, this time with Terry. 
Great, maybe we'd play the kissing game again.  We started talking about
the usual stuff and I tried to press them details about what we were going
to do.  Nobody was very committal, then Joanne said, "What about the
kissing game?"

   Terri said, "I don't know, maybe later."

   I didn't want to push it so I left it alone.  We kept up the meaningless
conversation for a while as we sat and slapped mosquitoes.  Not too much
later Terry spoke up, "Hey, it's getting really buggy tonight, let's go
in."

   The boys agreed and neither Joanne or I said anything, we just followed
them back to the lodge.  We went in to the game room and sat down.  We
played cards for a while, every now and then a guest would walk through the
room or stick a head in looking for a friend.  It became pretty obvious to
me that my last night was going to be a bust.  I got bored with the card
game and announced that I was going back to my tent.

   I trudged back and climbed inside.  I took off my clothes and put on the
sweat shorts I had been wearing to sleep in.  I lit the lamp and pulled out
my book.  I hadn't done nearly as much reading as I'd expected that week.
After about half an hour my tent thudded.  I knew that sound, it was a rock
bouncing off it.

   I put out the lamp, grabbed my jacket, and crawled out of the tent.  I
could see a silhouette about twenty feet away.

   "Who is it?" I called.

   "Joanne," came back the hushed reply.

   "Hi, why are you here?"

   "I wanted to say good-bye."

   I walked over to her and said, "Yeah, I guess I should've said
something."

   "Well, the others don't care too much."

   At this point I realized that the mosquitoes were still plentiful and we
were supper.

   "Let's go somewhere," I said.

   She said, "How about your tent?"

   "Yeah, let's go."

   I crawled inside and moved to the back to let her in.  She came in and
sat cross-legged facing me.

   "So it's your last night."

   "Yeah, I guess we won't see each other again."

   "We didn't get to play the kissing game tonight."

   "Yeah, I wish did."

   "Me too, maybe we could do it now."

   "Sure," I said and leaned forward to kiss her.  She leaned forward too.
I put my arms out and tried to pull her to me but it was too clumsy sitting
as we were.  "Umm, maybe we should lie down," I said.

   "Okay," she said and we both unwound ourselves in the cramped tent and
lay on our sides.

   We started kissing and I realize that we had too many arms lying around.
I slid my bottom arm out and under her head.  She folded hers up and put
her hand under my cheek.  We started kissing again.  I pulled her tight to
me and tried to slip my tongue in her mouth.  She let me and the lingual
wrestling began.

   As we got more excited by this action I half rolled on top of her with
one leg between hers.  I started to slide my free hand up her side as I had
the other night.  Once again her arm clamped down, but this time I was in a
superior position.  I slid my hand out from under her arm and right onto
her breast.  She just moaned into my mouth and kissed even harder.  This
was a good sign I thought.

   I squeezed her breast feeling the hard nipple in my palm.  She ran her
hand over my bare chest exposed by the open jacket.  Thinking turnabout is
fair play I slid my hand down to her waist and tried to pull her blouse out
of her shorts but it wouldn't come.  She pushed me away and I figured it
was back to square one.  Instead, she sat up and pulled her blouse out of
her shorts.  Then she reached down to me and started to push off my jacket.
I get the idea and pulled it off.

   Joanne lay down on her back and I lay on my side propped up on one
elbow. I slid my hand down her stomach and up under her shirt until it was
on top of her bra.  I leaned down and started kissing her again.  I moved
my hand up onto the exposed top of her breast and sort of turned it so my
fingers could reach her nipple.  I played with it as she tried to suck my
tongue right out of my mouth.

   By this time her blouse was getting pretty bunched up and I was loosing
blood to my hand.  I pulled it out and started undoing buttons.  She lay
there and watched as I fumbled with them.  When I was finished I brushed
the sides away from her chest, then pushed her bra up off her breasts.

   I'd gotten a little further with a girl before, after a high school
dance where we'd both sneaked some booze.  I'd got my hand into her pants
and actually got a sticky finger, but that was on a cool fall night on a
park bench.  This was a whole lot more comfortable.

   I leaned down again but this time started sucking on her nipple.  She
reached up and put her fingers in my hair and closed her eyes.  This was
obviously doing as much for her as for me.  Since things were going really
well and Joanne wasn't resisting at all I decided to go for it.  I ran my
hand down over the front of her shorts and down to her thigh.  I started
stroking.  Not knowing how far she would let me go I gradually worked my
hand up her beautiful smooth inner thigh until the side of my finger was
resting against her crotch.

   I was surprised that there were still no signs of resistance.  At that
age I didn't know girls got just as horny as guys.  Looking back I realized
that this was the perfect opportunity for her too.  Some guy she'd never
see again and who couldn't go telling everyone she knew.

   I started sliding my hand in and out between her legs, rubbing along the
valley of mystery.  I pulled my hand back slightly and tried to sneak a
finger up the leg of her cutoffs.  The best I could do was a fingertip
between her panties and the seam.  It couldn't get it further but I could
feel that her panties were soaked.  This was enough encouragement.

   Still licking her nipples, moving from one to the other, I moved my hand
to the button at the top of her shorts.  I fumbled but managed to open it.
I pulled the fly down, the shorts pulling open from the tension on them.  I
slid my hand into the top of her panties, down over the hair, and managed
to get a finger into the hot, slimy crack.  I could rub a little, playing
with the tiny knob at the top.  Her hips started moving up and down.

   I rolled onto her as much as I could and started rubbing my crotch
against her hip.  My boner was sticking straight out inside the sweat
shorts.  I rolled back and pulled her hand onto it.  She pulled it away
with a jerk.  I grabbed it and pulled it back.  This time she held on and
started squeezing.  At this point I was about to lose it in my pants.  That
would be my best adventure to date but I wanted more.

   I pulled away and started to pull down her shorts.  At this point she
grabbed them and said, "No, I can't."

   I kept pulling and said, "I just want to touch you." She held on so I
slid a hand back into her shorts and started playing with her button.  I
lay my head on her tummy and kept playing.  Every now and then I push one
side or the other of her shorts down just a bit until there was a gap big
enough to get my whole hand in her crotch.  I reached in and put a finger
up her, playing in the copious juices.

   Moving it in and out, using my thumb to rub her clit, I kept working
away until her hips started bucking and her hands reached out to grab my
arm.  She held it there while she rubbed herself off against my hand.

   As she calmed I lay beside her, stroking her breasts and gently kissing
her.  I was still desperate to get off and I wasn't sure how.  Then I got
an idea.  I pulled my shorts off and swung a leg over her so that I was
kneeling over her stomach.  I pulled her hand up to my cock and started it
stroking up and down.  She stared at it, slowly moving her hand and
occasionally rubbing her thumb in the seepage coming out of the tip.  I
reached down and started squeezing her breasts.  I leaned forward pressing
my cock down on her chest with my stomach and barely whispering said, "Put
it between your tits."

   She pulled her hands to the side and squished her breasts up to form a
valley for my cock to slide in.  There was enough lubrication dripping out
of it to make everything slippery.  I could see her looking down trying to
watch with her chin jammed to her chest.  I started rocking more up than
down so that I gradually slid my cock up to the point where it was bumping
her lips.  It was leaving little bits of slime everywhere and she licked a
drop off her lips.

   I reached a hand back into her crotch and started play with her button
again.  Soon her hips were moving up and down as mine moved towards her
mouth.  "Lick it," I said.

   She reached her tongue out to catch the drop on the tip.  Her eyes
closed and her mouth opened slightly as her pelvis started moving harder. I
moved further and bumped the tip between her lips.  Her eyes shot open and
then closed again.  I pushed and she opened her mouth more.  I slid the
head inside just as she began to reach her climax.  I bumped against the
roof of her mouth and it was just too much.

   I shot spray after spray like it was never going to end.  The first shot
went into her mouth which she swallowed reflexively, gagging a bit.  She
was too lost in her own orgasm to deal with the foreign object in her
mouth. I pumped until I was done and softening a bit when she spit me out.

   Joanne looked up at me rather confused.  I don't think either of us
really understood what had just happened or how to react.  The drives had
been stronger than we knew what to deal with.  I got off her chest and lay
down beside her, pulling her to me.  She put her head against my chest and
held me.

   Soon we started to get cold and realized that we were lying there mostly
naked with bits of come here and there.  We were to confused to talk.  I
pulled on my shorts.  Joanne fixed her shorts, pulled her bra back down and
did up her blouse.  We kissed again for a while then Joanne said, "I think
I have to get home now."

   "I guess so," I replied not knowing what to say.

   She crawled out of the tent and stood up.  I followed her and stood
facing her.

   "I'm glad I came here," I said.

   "Me too," was her answer.  Then, "I've got to go."

   I kissed her again and said, "Bye."

   "Bye," she said and ran up to the lodge.  

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