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Summer With Cindy
After my freshman year of college, I spent the
summer back home working for my uncle who was an
accountant. Living at home was horrible after
the freedom of college life, but it had its
perks. I didn't pay rent, I ate for free, and I
had an absolutely gorgeous neighbor.
Cindy moved into the
house next door to mine at the end of my
junior year. With all the partying of my last
summer of high school and the crazy schedule of
senior year, I never really got to know Cindy.
But the fact that she was an absolute knockout
never escaped my notice. Cindy was tall and
leggy at 5'10". Her legs had wonderful curves
and she had the cutest round bottom that she
regularly showed off with shorts that were a
little too tight. She had the most seductive
strawberry blond hair that burned with a light
red color in the sunlight and always seemed
silky and smooth. Her beautiful face was
highlighted by two very dark blue eyes and a set
of soft, lush lips. Her most prominent feature
was a set of very large, firm breasts that stuck
out proudly in front of her. Her impressive rack
seemed out of place on her long, thin frame, and
she brazenly displayed them with very tight
T-shirts or dangerously low necklines that
exposed much of her ample cleavage.
Cindy and I talked to each other occasionally
when we happened to meet out in front of our
houses or when we saw each other around the
neighborhood, but we never really became close
friends. She was a year younger and most of her
time was spent involved in her playing soccer,
so we never had much time to get to know each
other. I did catch regular glimpses of her
practicing her soccer skills in her backyard or
just laying out reading a book, because the
fence separating our two backyards was rather
low and I could see into her property from my
back steps. But I never said much to her.
When I came home for the summer, my mom had a
lot to say about Cindy. My mother had never
liked the clothes that Cindy chose to wear over
her young body, but my mother went further to
say that Cindy was earning herself a reputation
as a bit of a slut at high school. I had no idea
how my mom would have found this information, so
I dismissed it as gossip until an event later in
the summer.
I had arrived home and started work in mid-May,
so I was home when Cindy graduated from high
school. I didn't realize her momentous occasion
was upon her until one day I was lying out in
the sun next to my backyard pool. I heard the
back door open and close next door and someone
shuffled out into the yard. I was about to fall
asleep, so I paid no mind until someone started
kicking a soccer ball into the fence. The loud
thumping was impossible to ignore, so I stood up
and walked over.
Standing on tiptoe, I was just able to peek over
the fence. Cindy stood there, dressed in her cap
and gown, and launched the soccer ball into the
fence in front of me.
"Hey neighbor," I called. "What the heck are you
doing?"
Cindy visibly blushed with a little
embarrassment when she saw me and walked closer
to the fence. We had really only talked this way
once or twice before.
"Sorry, am I bothering you?" she asked.
"Not really," I lied, "but I am wondering what
you're doing playing soccer in that get-up." She
actually laughed.
"Oh well," she said, a serious look quickly
darkening her face, "just thinking about things.
I'm graduating today."
"Congratulations," I said with a smile.
"Thanks," she replied with a very sweet smile of
her own.
"So what are you thinking about?" I asked.
"Well," she paused for a moment before looking
back up into my eyes. "I haven't made too many
friends since I moved here. It kind of sucks
that I'm graduating but I don't have anyone
really close that I can celebrate with."
There was a short, very silent pause after her
statement.
"Do you think I'm a loser?" she asked, looking
back up at me.
I laughed so loud and hard I think I honestly
scared her. "Of course not," I quickly replied
when I saw the apprehension in her face. "I know
you're very smart, you've always been very nice
when we talk, you're a very sweet girl, and
you're drop dead gorgeous," I replied. The red
color rushed to her cheeks and she looked down
at her feet even though I could see a smile
light her face.
"You're just saying that to make me feel less
stupid," she said, sill not looking at me.
"Not at all," I said, catching her eyes as she
looked up at me. "I just regret that we never
really got to know each other because I'm sure I
would have been lucky to be your friend." Her
smile grew very wide.
We paused again for a moment and she shuffled
around, long blond hair falling over her face as
she looked back down at her feet.
"Cindy?!" her mother called from the house. She
looked back up at me and smiled as she began to
walk towards her door.
"Thanks," she said, looking into my eyes, "I
really appreciate what you said."
"Anytime," I replied, "I really meant it." How
could anyone think this sweet and innocent girl
was a slut?
Two weeks later, on a humid mid-June evening, I
was laying out next to my pool trying to beat
the summer heat. My parents were out of town for
two weeks on one of those European cruises, and
I was enjoying having the summer to myself. I
was drifting through the afternoon heat,
floating somewhere between sleep and relaxed
consciousness, when I heard something rustling
against the side fence.
"Hey," came a soft call, instantly stirring me
from my listlessness. I opened my eyes to see
Cindy peeking over the fence.
"Hey," I called back in greeting.
"It's hot," she said matter-of-factly. I could
only see the top of her head and her eyes, but
it seemed like she was smiling.
"Yes it is," I replied, almost in question.
"Think I can come for a swim in your pool?" she
asked. "I won't make a mess." Now I was sure she
was smiling.
"Sure," I said in reply.
The head disappeared without warning, and I sat
up waiting curiously. From the side of the
house, Cindy came strolling into the back yard.
The sight of her young body would have been
enough to kill a fragile man. Her silky blond
hair was held back in a ponytail, and her dark
blue eyes seemed full of mischief. Her large,
firm breasts were encased tightly in a small
pink string bikini top, and her flat midriff was
visible all the way down to her pink bikini
bottom. Her toned ass was visible, and led my
eyes all the way down her long, curvy legs to
her painted pink toenails. She carried a white
towel casually over her shoulder, but what
mesmerized me was the way her
huge tits jiggled gently up and down as she
walked.
Suddenly I was very conscious of the fact that I
was getting an instant hard on and was also
wearing nothing more than swim shorts. I had to
find a distraction.
"How did you get in?" I asked in honest
curiosity.
"Through the side gate," she replied, "your
parents used to let me in that way all this past
Spring."
She gave me a quizzical look, and then with the
flash of a smile she tossed her towel towards me
and took two quick steps before leaping into the
pool. I marveled at how the thin triangles of
fabric that made up her top could manage to
remain over her smooth breasts as they bobbed
violently during her jump. Cindy splashed around
gleefully in the water for a bit, and watching
the water cascade over her amazing figure
rapidly started inflating my
uncooperative dick. I decided to lie back
and attempt to return to my slumber before I
embarrassed myself.
"Aren't you coming in?" asked Cindy curiously.
I responded without opening my eyes, "Maybe
later."
Cindy continued to swim and occasionally splash
around out large pool, but after a few minutes
the sounds stopped. I didn't really notice it at
first, but after a bit I opened my eyes and
began to sit up to see what had happened to
Cindy.
I moved just in time to see her standing over me
with one of the buckets we used in maintaining
the pool, and a second later an enormous cascade
of frighteningly cold water was crashing down
all over me. The shock to my body was
tremendous.
Cindy squealed and began to run away laughing as
I instinctively leapt to my feet. She was
heading back for the water, and almost without
thinking I reached out to grab her. From behind,
just as she took her final step and jumped, I
somehow grabbed a hold of the string from her
bikini that was tied around her back. I felt the
string pull free and snap undone as Cindy leapt
into the air. Realizing my mistake, I let go and
she shot up and then came crashing down into the
water. The two triangles of the pink top
remained floating in the water as she submerged,
and she instantly popped back up through the
bubbles foaming on the surface.
Her face was comical, in a child-like look of
confusion, as she surface. My shocked look must
have been just as funny as I was suddenly
greeted by two huge, beautiful, bare breasts.
Her pink nipples stood out proudly and openly
and the water cascaded down her chest. Cindy
looked down, saw herself exposed, and instantly
covered her tits with her hands.
"Ooooo, you awful boy," she spat at me, full of
indignant anger.
I reached down for the top floating in the water
and plucked it off the surface. I extended the
top to her, stammering my apology, "Cindy… I'm
sorry… I mean… I didn't mean to… that is, it was
a mistake…"
My words were cut off when she shocked me once
again by reaching out with one hand, firmly
grasping mine, and yanked me into the water. I
toppled over head first, fully unprepared, and
think I must have slid down her smooth leg as I
plummeted towards the bottom. By the time I
resurfaced and managed to clear the water away
from my eyes, Cindy had already worked the top
back over her chest and was retying the string
in the back.
"I'm sorry," I managed to say.
"Oh, don't worry," Cindy replied with a bright
smile, "it was really my fault anyway."
I splashed her playfully, and got a mouth full
of water splashed back in response. I made my
way towards the steps at the shallow end, and
sat down in the water to catch my breath.
"No hard feelings?" Cindy asked with a
sympathetic smile.
"Of course not, if anyone should be mad it's
you," I replied.
"Oh, that was a accident," Cindy responded,
moving a little closer towards me.
We paused for a bit. I was admiring her
incredible figure and perky tits floating on the
surface of the water, but she looked at me with
an appreciative eye as if she were sizing me up.
"Kevin, can we talk?" she asked.
I was caught a little of guard by the question,
but she had been surprising me all afternoon.
"Sure," I replied.
"I really appreciate the things you said when I
graduated," she said. She was looking down into
the water, absently playing with the end of her
hair. "You've always been very nice to me, and
you especially always talked to me like an
adult, not like a little kid," she
continued. She looked up at me now, staring
straight into my eyes, "I'm… curious about some
things, and I was wondering if we could talk."
"Sure," I replied again.
She looked at me very seriously, "You have to
promise me that what we say stays between us."
I hesitated just for a brief moment, mostly
because her insistence bewildered me. "Of
course," I replied.
She began looking back into the water and
playing with her hair. I was almost too
distracted by the wet flesh of her large breasts
to hear her say, "Have you ever had sex before?"
I was speechless just for a second. "Uh, what?"
was all I managed to say.
"Have you ever had sex before," she said again
softly, this time peeking up at me.
"I don't know if we should be talking about this
when your parents could be listening on the
other side of that fence," I said somewhat
seriously.
"They're gone for the day today," Cindy replied,
"why won't you answer? Are you uncomfortable
talking about this with me?" she asked, looking
more than a little hurt.
"No," I replied, "Um, I mean, no I don't feel
uncomfortable. Yes, I have had sex before." I
was unsure where this conversation was leading.
"I haven't," replied Cindy, "but I kind of want
to. Is that bad?"
"No," I replied a little to quickly. "It's
natural," I tried to cover, "but why do you want
to?"
At first I felt like I had asked a stupid
question, but her frank answer caught me off
guard yet again. "I'm going away to college, and
I feel like sex is something I'm supposed to
know," she began. "I mean, I'll probably meet
someone at some party and we'll get into it and
end up doing it." If only she knew how true that
probably was, but I was still surprised at her
boldness. "So I figured I should learn about sex
and that way my first time will be good and then
it'll go well when I do it in college."
I was a little taken aback by her explanation.
"So what have you done?" I asked, almost without
realizing it.
"Well, I've fooled around a lot," she began,
edging her way closer to me and dropping her
voice into a near whisper. "I mean, I figure
everyone has." She sat down on the step next to
me. "I was going out with this boy for a while,
and I let him feel me up. He
sucked on my boobs a couple of times, and he
even fucked my tits once. I gave him a couple of
blowjobs, and I gave this other guy a blowjob
after prom. But we never had sex. The guy I was
seeing tried to finger me once, but it wasn't
going well so I made him stop."
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked.
"Well, I feel like we can talk," she replied,
"and I want to learn from you."
"What?!" I replied in astonishment. "Do you mean
you want to talk about sex?"
"No," she said very softly, "I want you to show
me. I trust you."
"Wow," was all I could manage.
"Don't you want to?" she said quickly, "I mean I
saw you getting hard earlier so I figured it
wouldn't be a problem." Her hand brushed against
my thigh under the water and I jumped just a
bit. "How many times have you done it?"
"Well," I began very uncertainly, "I've had sex
maybe four times." I decided to be honest since
Cindy was being so open with me. "I had sex with
this girl the first week of college and that was
my first time. It never really turned into
anything, but I was seeing this girl for a
couple of months and we did it about three
times."
"Did she ever go down on you?" Cindy asked, a
hand placed firmly on my leg.
"Yeah, she gave me a blowjob a few times," I
replied.
"Did you ever go down on her?" she asked.
Between her questions and the hand on my leg, my
cock was well on its way to being fully erect. I
just hoped she didn't notice.
"Yeah, I did once," I replied.
"Just once?" she asked.
"Well, she didn't like it. I mean, she REALLY
enjoyed me going down on her, but she didn't
like the idea of me and my tongue messing around
down there."
Cindy laughed. She looked at me for a second
until I finally returned her gaze. "Will you
teach me about sex?" she asked, "will you show
me?"
"Listen, Cindy, I don't think you understand
what you're saying," I tried to begin.
"I really want to," she replied quickly. "I
don't want you to say that I don't understand,
you always treat me alike an adult." Again she
looked more than a little hurt. "And don't I
turn you on?" she began a different approach.
"Don't you want to do it with me? I saw that I
made you hard earlier when I first got here, and
you're hard right now." She softly gripped my
fully engorged cock through the fabric of my
swim trunks.
I grunted softly. "All right," I said.
"Great," she replied, "I'm all yours."
I stared down into those deep blue eyes and
couldn't believe how honestly innocent she
looked. She had the face of an angel, and she
was looking at me as if I were about to show her
how to change a tire or teach her basic math. I
cupped her soft face and kissed her, pressing my
lips softly into hers. She returned my affection
instantly, brushing her lips against mine. I
parted my lips slightly and probed at her lips
with the tip of my tongue. She opened her mouth
and probed hesitantly with her own tongue at
first, but as our lip lock deepened and I
brushed aside a few strands of wet hair from her
face, her tongue eagerly sought mine and we
danced in each other's mouths.
I pulled away. The visual and physical
stimulation had been too much for me, and I had
lost my senses. But I couldn't continue. I
pulled back and looked deep into those beautiful
blue eyes so full of confusion.
"I don't know," I stalled, "are you sure about
this?"
"I'm very sure," Cindy said, turning to place a
light kiss on my hand that rested against her
cheek. "You're being very sweet, and that's why
I want to learn from you."
She leaned into me and kissed me again, full on
the lips. Our tongues reached out for each other
once more, and her large breasts pressed into my
chest. Very aware of her firm melons smashing
into me, I reached up with my free hand and
cupped one lightly. Cindy actually cooed into my
mouth.
I broke away again. "So what do you want to
know?" I asked.
"Everything," she replied.
"Can you be more specific?" I teased.
"Well, let's start at the basics. I've never
done a hand job." I was very aware of the subtle
up and down motions she was making on my stiff
cock through my shorts.
"Well, you're not doing too bad a job right
now," I said.
She reached into my trunks, wrapped her hands
around my thick meat, and pulled my dick free.
She looked down at the blurry image of my cock
under the water and felt its girth and length
with her small, thin hand.
"It's nice," she said as she lightly gripped my
pole and stroked up and then down on my shaft.
"It's bigger than my boyfriends, and definitely
thicker. What do I have to know to give a good
hand job?"
I was lost for a moment in the feeling of her
soft hand smoothly sliding up and down the
length of my slick cock, and it took me a second
to formulate a response.
"Well," I said, completely distracted by the
sight of her hand jacking me under the water,
"um, you have to make sure there's plenty of
lubricant."
She looked at me like I was crazy, "But it's
underwater."
"Um, yeah, that's for future reference," I
replied hastily.
"All right," she said with a grin, "we've got
the lubricant covered." She continued to stroke
me slowly and lightly.
"Alright, you want to tighten your grip a
little, but be REALLY careful because a skin
burn down there would be terrible," I suggested.
Her hand gripped a little firmer, a little
tentatively at first, and then nicely firm. I
moaned softly at her touch, lost in the feeling
of her soft hand massaging my cock. I couldn't
believe the sight of her incredible body before
me, her hand jacking my cock, her smooth, wet
breasts sitting inches away and barely encased
by her small bikini top, and the smile that lit
her face and lighted her blue eyes. I could feel
my arousal building rapidly, the familiar
tingling in my groin and wonderful pleasure
spreading from my cock to the rest of my body.
"Am I doing it right?" Cindy asked, curious by
my reactions.
"Ohhh, yes Cindy, it's very good," I replied. I
couldn't decide whether I wanted to close my
eyes like I usually did to revel in the
wonderful sexual sensation, or continue to stare
at Cindy's sweet body and firm tits. As I stared
at her chest, the thought of sucking or fucking
those wonderful fleshy mounds of hers began to
drive me rapidly towards orgasm.
"Ohh Cindy, stop for a second," I warned.
"But why?" Cindy asked, continuing to stroke me.
"Don't you like it?"
"Oh yeah, it feels good," my voice shook
slightly with excitement, "but I'm going to cum
soon."
"Well, I want to see it," Cindy replied,
stroking me slightly faster.
"No Cindy," I attempted weakly.
"Yes, I want to see you cum. I want you to cum
for me," she whispered the last bit in my ear.
It was pretty hard to argue with someone while
your most sensitive body part was held firmly in
their hand.
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