HOW I BECAME WHO I AM

For years I've been secure in the knowledge there is no better sight than a girl, preferably a very young girl, revealing her privates in one way or another in public. I first became aware of this when I was twelve... Once, all years ago, I was swimming at the public pool with Bobby, one of my best friends at the time.

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Somehow Bobby had managed to persuade a young girl to join us in one of the corners of the pool. She must have been about eight years old; and not only did I not know her, I am fairly certain neither of us had previously met her. And yet, she joined us in the corner of the pool. That particular corner was in the shade; which was most likely the reason that, despite the fact that the three of us were still in the water, we quite a distance from all the other kids in the pool. Considering the events of that day, more importantly; we were far from any, and all, of the adults. They were hanging out in the sun on the far side of the pool...

Amazingly, Bobby managed to position us in such a way that the girl was (literally) in the corner of the pool: each of her arms touching a different side. He and I were between her and the rest of the pool (and everybody else who was there): both of us had one arm against a side of the pool, effectively fencing the girl in.

It started out innocently enough: we were just talking; about what I haven't remembered for, well, probably every day since then...

Anyway, I was somewhere between surprised, amazed, and completely shocked when I glanced down to see that Bobby had reached out and put his hand on the inside of the girl's thigh about halfway between her knee and her crotch. I was about to say something, what I don't think I ever knew; when I noticed that the front of his bathing suit was tented out. Now, I had been jerking-off almost every day for a few weeks by that point: so I knew he had a boner. Since I was pretty sure, if not nearly certain, he hadn't touched his dick; I had to assume touching the girl was causing his boner.

After a minute or so of watching Bobby rub / squeeze the girl's thigh, I could feel my own dick inflating in my bathing suit. I distinctly remember saying "let me try" before moving my hand forward, towards the girl. Bobby withdrew his hand and I put mine exactly where his had been. Well, almost: my hand was just a small fraction of an inch further up her thigh. The instant my fingers felt the smooth, soft, hairless skin of the girl's inner thigh I felt an electric shock shoot from my fingers through my body and go directly into my dick: which felt like it grew a full inch in that instant! Once my palm met the girl's skin, I began gently moving my fingers back-and-forth and up-and-down... Wow: her skin was really soft and smooth...

Another minute passed, and Bobby said "my turn." I moved my hand away from the girl, and Bobby put his on her thigh, just a little higher than mine had been. He rubbed her inner thigh in the same way I had: his palm staying in one spot while his fingers moved around.

Bobby and I went back and forth like that for a while; taking turns feeling / rubbing the young girl's inner thighs. Each time we switched, our hands moved up a little bit.

On what was either the fifth or sixth time I put my hand on her thigh, my fingertips brushed against her bathing suit clad crotch. For a second time I felt an electric shock shoot from my fingers through my body and into my dick. This time, my dick (already fully inflated and hard as rock), didn't seem to get bigger: it started throbbing in my bathing suit. It felt absolutely FANTASTIC!...almost better than when the creamy white liquid shot out of my dick when I jerked-off. I remember noticing that the girl gasped a little bit when my fingertips met her crotch. Other than that, though, she didn't seem to react in any way: so I continued rubbing her inner thighs, while regularly bumping my fingertips against her bathing suit clad crotch.

Again, after a minute or so, Bobby said "my turn;" and again I pulled my hand back. This time when he put his hand on her inner thigh, he had the side of his index finger right smack-dab against her bathing suit covered crotch. He was squeezing her thigh with his fingers, while his thumb was resting against the front of her hip (on the outside of her bathing suit). Glancing down, I saw an unmistakable movement that could have only been caused his boner twitching in his bathing suit: WOW!

Once another minute passed, Bobby pulled his hand back. A fraction of a second later my hand was where his had been. As I began squeezing the girl's inner thigh I heard her gasp again. The side of my index finger that was pressed firmly against her bathing suit covered crotch actually felt a little warm: I wasn't sure what that was all about, but WOW did I know liked it! My wrist was starting feel a little stiff, so I moved my hand slightly. In the process the tip of my thumb, which had been on the outside of the girl's bathing suit on the front of her hip, moved down a little and somehow ended up slipping into the leg-hole of her bathing suit. When I realized where my thumb was I stopped moving my fingers and looked directly into the girl's eyes: they seemed a little un-focused... Not sure what to make of that, I kept my hand where it was, pulled my thumb out of her bathing suit, and went back to squeezing her inner thigh.

When I'd been touching the girl for about a minute, without saying a word Bobby reached out his hand. Since we were taking turns, after all, I moved my hand away from the girl so he could touch her. Bobby surprised me by putting his land a bit lower on her thigh. The way he had placed his hand put the tip of his thumb against the young girl's bathing suit covered crotch. He began squeezing her thigh with his fingers and moving his thumb around in a circular motion on her crotch. Her breathing seemed to get a little faster. Just the sight of that made my dick jump in my bathing suit.

Another minute passed and Bobby and I switched off again. The placement of my hand was all but identical to the placement of his. Like Bobby, I squeezed her thigh with my fingers. However, instead of moving my thumb around on her crotch on a circular motion, I moved my thumb up and down. A quiet sound escaped from the girl's lips; it sounded like the word "ouu" and seemed to be a decidedly positive tone. So, since she seemed to like what I was doing; I began squeezing her thigh harder with my fingers while moving my thumb up-and-down on her bathing suit covered crotch faster.

A minute later when Bobby moved his hand back to the girl's thigh, I happened to glance at the girl's face for the first time in several minutes: her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open. Judging by the look on her face she was enjoying what we were doing with, or more accurately, to her.

When, about thirty seconds after Bobby began squeezing the girl's thigh while moving his thumb up-and-down across her bathing suit covered crotch, I heard a low little groan escape from Bobby's mouth, my gaze shifted from my friend's hand on the girl's thigh over to his body. In that instant the tented out front of his bathing suit seemed to moved out a little farther from his body for a second, then it eased back in, and a second later moved back out... With an intense curiosity I watched the movement at the tented out front of my friend's bathing suit for several seconds before I realized what I was witnessing. Bobby was shooting the white creamy stuff out of his dick into his bathing suit: he had succeeded at jerking-off WITHOUT TOUCHING HIS DICK!

By the time Bobby withdrew his hand, he was breathing so hard he might as well have been a dog panting. But after what I had just seen my attention was elsewhere. I quickly moved my hand to the girl's thigh, and began squeezing her inner thigh with my fingers while rapidly moving my thumb up-and-down on her bathing suit covered crotch. Between where my hand was and thinking about how my friend had just shot the white cream in his bathing suit, it was only a matter of seconds before I felt my butt cheeks tighten in my bathing suit. "Oh man it's gonna happen," I thought silently as my balls drew up under my dick. A fraction of a second later I felt the familiar sensation of the cream rocketing up the little tube on the underside of my dick. Suddenly, that incredibly satisfying feeling of the thick gooey white cream shooting out of the little hold at the tip of my dick; first one spurt, then another, and another, and another... I counted out a full eight spurts...and my GOD it felt GREAT! It was even better than when I jerked-off...and I hadn't even touched my dick!

It wasn't until my dick stopped shooting thick gooey white cream and began to soften in by bathing suit that I moved my hand off the young girl's thigh. I distinctly remember Bobby telling the girl "how much we'd enjoyed talking" to her, before she told us she "had to go to the bathroom" climbed out of the pool.

Bobby and I didn't say anything about what had happened / what we had done, or even wonder aloud where she had went. We hung around in the pool for a good half-hour after the young girl had headed to the bathroom, before both of us said to each other "let's head home" at the same time.

***

The following morning Bobby and I were shooting hoops at a local park. What we had done with the young girl the previous day came up in the course of our conversation. I proudly told him that I had shot off a load in my bathing suit without touching my dick while we were feeling up the girl. He laughed and said he'd done the same, and then suggested we should go to the pool in the afternoon. I asked if he thought she'd be there again. He said probably not, but there'd almost certainly be other girls there...

***

We went to the pool every two or three days for the rest of that summer. Disappointing as it was, we never saw that girl again.

Ultimately though, I'm still amazed that we managed to spend some twenty minutes feeling the young girl up in the public pool, no one seemed to notice us, and we never got in trouble!