Kent looked at her. Because she was a year younger than him, he'd always thought of her as just a little kid. He took in her long shining blonde hair, her curvy little figure in the tiny bikini, and the ripe swell of her young tits in the tiny bra. He realized she was far from being a little kid.
'As a matter of fact,' he said, ginning, 'I'm in a big hurry – to get to the bathroom. But I'll be right back. I'll bring us a couple of Cokes.'
'Far out,' said Vicky, giving him her most alluring smile.
Waiting for Kent to come back, she felt hot and excited. Maybe today she'd find out about sex at last. Often at night she experimented in her bed, using her finger like a cock, remembering everything she'd read in books. At first she'd hardly been able to get her finger into her funny little hole, but now it was easy, and she could give herself really fantastic sensations. She had a feeling, though, that it wasn't nearly as exciting as the real thing.
Presently she saw Kent returning, strolling over the lawn and carrying two cans of Coke. He was an attractive boy with long brown hair, a sexy grin, and a deep tan. He didn't have his full growth yet, but he was almost six feet tall and his shoulders were starting to broaden. Vicky wondered what his cock looked like, if it was as big as his father's.
Well, if she was lucky, she'd soon find out.
'Here you go,' said Kent, opening a can and handing it to her.
'Thanks, Kent,' she said. 'I'm glad you came back. I haven't talked to you for a long time.'
'Yeah, it's strange, isn't it?' he said. 'We used to play together all the time when we were little, but after we got in college, we kind of got into different circles.'
'Yeah,' Vicky said dryly, 'you only run around with boys, and I only run around with girls.'
'I wouldn't mind running around with girls for a change,' said Kent, grinning. 'But so far I've never even had enough money to take a girl to the movies.'
'You mean you ye never had a date?' said Vicky. 'Neither have I. My parents won't let me till I'm eighteen. What a drag. Kent, don't you wonder sometimes?'
'About what?' said Kent, draining his Coke.
'About sex,' said Vicky.
He gawked at her, blushing slightly through his tan. 'Sure,' he said. 'As a matter of fact, I wonder about it a lot.'
'Me, too,' said Vicky. 'I'm just dying to find out what it's like.'
Kent kept staring at her. He couldn't decide if she was issuing an invitation or not, but it seemed unlikely. It seemed too good to be true. So far his total sexual experience consisted of one kiss and one feel in the schoolyard when no one was looking. He was aching to try a lot more than that. All the older boys said that fucking was the most fun thing in the world.
'Me, too,' he said carefully. 'I can hardly wait to find out what it's like. I suppose we'll have to wait a long time, though.'
'Why?' said Vicky. 'What's wrong with right now?'
Kent blushed again. He couldn't believe she wasn't just putting him on. She was such a foxy chick, it seemed impossible that she'd be interested in him.
'Why, nothing's wrong with right now,' he said. 'In fact I think it's a great time.'
'Well?' said Vicky.
He still didn't believe it, but he decided to take a chance. The most she could do was slap his face or say no. He scooted over next to her, leaned toward her, and kissed her.
Vicky didn't pull away. She kissed him back as if she really liked it. Kent got bolder, and wriggled his tongue into her mouth. According to the older guys, that was how you were supposed to kiss if you really meant business. Vicky's lips parted easily, and she tickled her tongue against his.
Kent was cautious. She still might just be playing games. There were girls who did that – 'cockteasers' they were called. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, working his tongue all around in her mouth. Vicky stuck her tongue into his mouth and explored him.
'Oh, wow,' Kent sighed when it was over.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders, and she didn't pull away. She smiled at him and leaned back, and they lay down on the blanket. The whole length of her body was pressed against his. Kent, increasingly excited, kissed her again.
Vicky saw that it was going to be an interesting afternoon, even if Kent did move kind of slowly. His father had been much faster. Hoping to get him excited, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and ran it all around, tickling and teasing him. Kent began to breathe very hard, and he tightened his embrace. Vicky wiggled her body against him, but all he did was kiss. It was pleasant, but she wanted to do a lot more than that.
Then she got an idea.
Pulling away from him, she sat up and said, 'Ooo, my sunburn hurts. Will you put some lotion on me, Kent?' It had worked with his father, so why not with him?
'Oh, sure,' said Kent, picking up the lotion bottle.
Vicky smiled at him and took off the top of her bikini.
Kent stared and stared. He'd never seen real live tits before, just pictures of them in magazines. He thought Vicky's tits were much more beautiful than anything in photos. They weren't as big as some of the jugs in Playboy, but they were round and sweet and perfect, and she had beautiful light pink nipples.
'You can start with my front,' she said.
She lay back on the blanket, her pretty little breasts thrusting up firm and pointed. Kent gawked. He couldn't believe what he'd heard. His voice came out cracked and horny.
'You mean on your-your…' he said.
'Yes, on my breasts,' said Vicky calmly.
Kent quickly dumped a big puddle of sun tan lotion into his hand and knelt beside her. He still thought he must be dreaming. He was going to touch real tits for the first time, and he didn't even have to work for it.
He laid his lotion-smeared hands on her round plump breasts and began to rub. It was even better than he'd dreamed. He hadn't known tits would be so soft and silky yet so firm. They were a delight to touch. As he got bolder, he gently squeezed and molded them, one in each hand.
Vicky seemed to enjoy it. She just lay there and smiled at him encouragingly. It was blowing his mind. It was doing more than that – he could feel his cock starting to get hard. Christ, he hoped she wouldn't notice.
But Vicky did notice. Intensely curious about the opposite sex, she noted all Kent's reactions. She glanced at his crotch and saw a strange transformation taking place. A lump was growing there, just under the fly of his jeans. She remembered some older girls talking about something they called a 'hard-on'. Maybe this was it, but she didn't know what it was for.
It felt so nice when Kent fondled her naked breasts. It had felt nice when his father did it, too. Vicky was surprised to find out that her breasts were a source of pleasure. Each time Kent cupped and gently squeezed her tits, she felt a hot glow in her pussy, an answering warmth.
'Ummm, that's really nice, Kent,' she murmured. 'I like it.'
'I like it, too,' he said earnestly.
He had a feeling she really meant it. She was purring and smiling as he played with her pretty lotion-slick boobs, and he could feel the little rounds swelling up under his hands. He was getting pretty excited himself.
A crazy idea came to him. He didn't know why, but he wanted to put his mouth on her, explore her with his tongue. Since she'd let him go this far, maybe she wouldn't mind. Kent bent low over the smiling girl and gently kissed one of her pretty pink nipples. Then he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tickle the rosy little nub, running his slick tongue tip around and around it.
'Ooooo!' Vicky squealed. 'Yeah, Kent, I really dig that…'
Hot streaks of pleasure and excitement coursed down her body, right from her wetly stroked nipple to her aroused juicing pussy. Her nipple was very sensitive, and each delicate stroke of Kent's hot tongue made her sigh with delight. This was one thing his father hadn't done to her.
Kent found that he enjoyed licking the tender little pink nub, and he let his horny instincts carry him on to more experimentation. He closed his lips around the soft silky nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He began to suck on it, gently at first, then with increasing hunger.
