This is a longer story as it was an incredible summer
Part 1 is background and a series of six experiences mostly involving Sarah slowly escalating our relationship
Part 2 Is when we go all the way a couple of times and get really close
I'm writing this out to hopefully process this and get it out of my head.
I've carried the memories of Sarah for 30 years hopefully writing it all out will let me move on from her and that summer.
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Background:
This all started fall/winter 1995 and mostly in the summer of 1996.
We lived in this cute little depressed Norman Rockwell farm town in Indiana. It was away from any major highways with only a state road running through it, so it was really quiet.
Main Street was mostly full of businesses when we moved to town but it was shrinking. The typical little shops, a weird department store, a bar, an IGA grocery store and a library.
I spent a lot of time at the library to the point that every Liberian knew my name. I loved it there.
My house was across the street from a small park/community center that had tall old swings, a tall metal slide, really great monkey bars, and a basketball court next to the community center building.
There were mostly wedding receptions and family reunions held in the building. I would sneak into those events and snag food often.
My Mom had a low IQ as a byproduct of surviving SIDS. She was somewhere north of Forrest Gump. The best she could manage was to drive a car poorly and to work in the produce department at a union grocery store. She was pretty placid but had the maturity of about a 13 year old.
My dad was reasonably smart and capable. He was a roofer, but he was always smoking weed all day every day. When he ran out, he was not very nice.
There was some meager food in the kitchen, I had to make it if I wanted it. I mostly cooked and ate eggs. My dad would make something for dinner, leave it on the stove, and I would get some when he was done. No snacks for me really other than stealing my moms poptarts, and no sodas that I could have. I had a jug of apple juice or water to drink.
Walmart or Goodwill clothes and shoes twice a year.
As you can imagine this situation and parent combo meant I didn't really have parents. Which sucked but really it was the best I could have hoped for as they just ignored me.
I had to observe to learn, and they didn't contaminate me with their ideas or prejudices. It forced me to mature, to think, and to entirely self manage way earlier than I should have. I got up, did wrestling calisthenics most mornings, walked to school, showered, brushed my teeth, and did my laundry entirely unprompted on my own from a super young age. I was this separate entity that just floated and watched and learned.
I loved school and once I learned to read, I read everything.
I watched PBS mostly, and I would listen to NPR on the radio quietly in bed late into the night most nights, and every Friday or Saturday night there was an adult radio show on X103 the rock station called Love phones with Dr Judy and Jagger that talked about sex and relationships. That weekly education for about 2 years for sure allowed me to at least keep up with Sarah.
I also randomly read two small relationship books I found on a table at the library the day after my parents were fighting; they helped a lot too.
I was 12. I developed physically pretty early as a kid. One of the top 5 tallest boys in my grade and was the fastest runner in the grade. I was a wrestler since 1st grade and I absolutely lived for it. I was 5'4 or 5'5 and wrestled at 120 pounds. I was strong.
After I beat my weight class competitors, I would spend most of my wrestling practice going against and beating guys 2-3 weight classes bigger than me. I lived for beating those guys.
My dad and Uncle had naturally developed chest shoulders and arms. My uncle competed in weight lifting in the 70's. Thankfully I got the trait too, and had muscles where most kids had a bird chest.
As a byproduct of us walking the poverty line I was really lean with visible abs if I flexed. I was still young so I didn't have a weight room Arnold build, I was very much like a lean Bruce Lee type build.
Two doors down were the Carters. They were better off than most families in town, they lived in this really nice remodeled 1880's house with A/C and cable TV.
The dad owned the main street gas/service station. He was super busy and spent all of his time in the garage working on cars 6 days a week.
The mom worked some kind of office job and at the station. She was super nice, was flirty by nature, kinda chubby and short. She would joke a lot, often kind of inappropriately.
There were 4 kids Pat, Sarah, Nick , and Adam.
Pat was a grade above me and really the only boy close to my age close to my house. He was short and chubby like his mom. He didn't like to play much outside. But he was okay most of the time, with maybe a bit of "baby of the family" syndrome. I would have to drag him out to ride bikes or anything, but there were video games! The family had an office that had a small couch and a big cabinet color tv that had a VCR, Sega Genesis and a Super Nintendo. Pat had seemingly unlimited access to rent games or movies whenever he wanted at the Movie/game rental shop attached to the IGA grocery store. I initially met him and started hanging out at the house for obvious reasons but stayed more often because the family and the Mom were quite welcoming as I got to know them.
Sarah was next, but I'll get back to her.
Nick, was in high school and an absolute delinquent, but thankfully he was really nice to me, the whole family was. He was built just like his dad, tall like 6' and skinny. He got into all kinds of trouble he smoked, drank, stole and did any drug he could get. He was sorta bigger than me, but I could stalemate or beat him at wrestling which made me cool in his book for some reason. He would invite me to hang out with him and got me into some pretty eye opening shenanigans.
Adam, he had just graduated high school and mostly moved out. He was probably 6'3', not a big guy but not skinny. He just looked like a typical blue collar guy. He was nice and had an 80's black Camaro with a built cam-ey engine and a loud exhaust. When he came around he would give me rides in it, or a few times take me cruising. I loved that car.
Sarah... I was enamored with her from the start. She was a total jock and on the travel basketball team.
I could out run her but not by as much as I initially thought and if we raced longer distance she would reel me in. She could wrestle really well, better than most of the boys I wrestled in the neighborhood.
It didn't take long for me hanging out with Pat to start hanging out with Sarah too. We would ride bikes at first dragging Pat with us and he would complain. Then hanging out just us. We played a lot of basketball at the park. I was Dennis Rodman to her Michael Jordan. She could shoot better than anyone and luckily for me the previous summer I signed up for a free week-long basketball camp that was put on by the high school basketball team. I could dribble and pass really, well but I was not a good shooter. When Sarah and I played other boys 2 on 2. I would always played defense hard and to rebound doing everything to get the ball in Sarah's hands. We were a good team and won a lot of games. Most days we just played horse and shot around.
It really all started when she kissed me on the cheek for good luck while huddled up making a plan during a close 2v2 game playing some random guys at a family reunion. Then that started happening all the time along with butt slaps/grabs. It was welcomed but entirely one sided, I did none of this.
Sarah was 14 and two grades ahead of me. She was really pretty with a sweet smile that showed not dimples but lines in her cheeks and mostly straight but just a little crooked enough to be cute teeth. She had brown eyes and long brown straight hair down to her shoulder blades, that spent most of it's time in tight braids or a high pony tail. Occasionally she would wear it down or have loose curls. She was about 5'7 and 115-120 pounds. She was lean and strong with a tight perky body. Just the epitome of a teen student athlete. She had the perkiest handful teenager boobs with medium pink nipples often showing though or peeked down her shirt, as she had philosophical issues with bras. The most perfect tight small firm round ass. She had long strong legs and a tight slim core. I could make out 4 abs when she was flexed, as I would notice often that summer in her room.
She was a tom boy/jock most of the time. She wore basketball clothes if the weather allowed. Occasionally she would dress girly. Her mom was quite desperate for her to get past the tom boy phase so she pushed for and supplied Sarah with any feminine clothes and supplies that she wanted.
We started hanging out in the fall and grew into great friends over the winter. Moving to best friends and lovers though the summer. Around early spring she was flirty and started escalating, and I think grooming me like she was groomed.
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My first boobs (not a Sarah story)
Like I said Nick was a delinquent and had delinquent friends that were all older than me. But they all accepted me when Nick brought me around.
They called me Fastlane because I was so young hanging with older boys getting into shenanigans.
One Thursday or Friday he randomly said "If you hear tapping on your window at night it's me getting you to sneak out and hang okay?" He explained if my window opened easily it would be super easy to sneak out unnoticed.
Sure enough that weekend around 10 came tapping on my window, it was Nick beckoning me out. I hesitated for a second but shrugged and opened the window and screen easily enough. I got dressed and put on my old shoes in my closet along with a jacket.
It was cold and early winter. I got out, closed the window, and tiptoed to the street. He quietly said there was a party at a friends house we were going to.
About 15 minutes of cold walking we got to a little house with a single car garage in the corner of the property there was light and music coming from it.
I believe it was one of those permissive households where you can do what you want as long as you are at home types as it got rowdy and not so quiet sometimes and adults never came around complaining.
When we walked in I knew most of the 5 or 6 boys that were there but I had not seen the two girls before. They weren't ugly but maybe average, one was almost chubby. She had baby fat I guess and bigger boobs she showed off in her tight cleavage showing shirt. The girl other was smoking a cigarette. She was slim and hiding in a big jacket. She didn’t look very comfortable.
The garage had a kerosene heater in the middle and was pretty well lit as it had power for the lights and an old stereo.
They were smoking cigarettes, the occasional joint, and were all drinking. I was offered everything but said "I don't do any of that” a few times then added “I really don’t want to be like my dad." I got some pushback and crap until when a cool older guy heard that and he told the pushy ones to "knock it off he said no”
When we got there someone had thrown a bag with the stolen bottle of liquor on the roof for some reason. Which was a problem as that bottle was the star of the night.
The boys volunteered me the youngest to get it.
Two boys boosted me on to the roof and I slipped up and over, got it, and tossed it down to a cheer. Then they went to help me climb down.
I told them to just move and I jumped and tumbled to dissipate the landing. My roofer dad had ladders at the house and I, bored, had jumped off my one story roof many times the previous summer.
The feat solidified me as part of the group instantly.
Once we were all settled and got the garage closed up, it got warm enough no one needed jackets. Except the skinny girl stayed hiding in hers.
The party was okay. I heard sir mix alot for the first time. Sveryone drank stolen beer and passed that bottle around. I looked at some dirty magazines.
At some point truth or dare happened. I got an easy truth as I have never had any sex and didn't lie about it.
When it got the girl with the boobs she picked dare and they tried to get her to take off her shirt or flash us. One boy said he would flash his dick if she flashed her boobs which no one was interested in and let him know it.
It finally came to "come on we have all seen your boobs already." she looked around to me in the corner nodded and said "He hasn't" to a cheer from the room.
She stood up reaching up her back to undo her bra then then pulled the straps out her sleeves and over her arms. Then reached up from the bottom of her shirt and pulled her bra off, shirt still in place, handing it to the other girl. I'd never seen that move before was genuinely impressed.
She walked to me leaning against something in the corner. I'm sure I had a deer in the headlights look, I was kinda scared.
She walked right up close to me and lifted her shirt slowly pulling her shirt back and up at the same time her boobs lifted up with the shirt only dropping out once the shirt got high enough... The move and the boobs were glorious and big, but not droopy like I imagined, with bigger brownish nipples... This was a big deal.
She was facing me in the corner of the garage and everyone craned to the side trying to see. She tucked her shirt under her chin and squeezed them and bounced them for a second. Then pulled her shirt down asking if I had ever seen boobs before I shook my head and said "no." with big eyes. She started to turn, then turned back to me and lifted her shirt again and said "You should touch your first boobs too then." I reached up and gently touched them, more like caressed them. She goes "no" and put her hand on top of mine and squeezed it. I stood all the way up and squeezed and bounced both with one in each hand. They were heavier than I thought they would be and her nipples were stiff.
She smiled big, put her shirt down and said "You’re welcome, you'll never forget that."... She was right.
The room was split with laughing and "that's not fair" only a few of them had touched her boobs before. Probably the ones laughing. I don't remember much more of went on.
I said bye and thanks to the boob girl as she was making out hard with her pick of the night, and we walked home pretty late watching out for cop cars as we were well past curfew. Nick was for sure tipsy but not sloppy drunk like most of the others. I slipped in my room and waved to Nick.
I stripped and laid down absolutely reeking of cigarettes it was so bad I almost couldn't stand my self. I had to wash my bedding and clothes the next day when I got up late.
My parents didn't notice anything.
I snuck out to the same party one more time with Nick and that was enough for me. I didn't like being around sloppy drunk people and their BS. I said that on our walk home and he was cool with it.
I did sneak out quite a few times that winter with him doing other delinquent stuff. The most fun was when he needed help egging an assholes house. That time we also had to run through alleys and yards to dodge the cop that saw us walking back and flashed his lights. Luckily the town cop was fat and known for never getting out of his car.
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The ride home from church flash of heaven.
It was late winter or super early spring and I was spending a lot of time at the Carters, hanging out about 70/30 with Sarah and Pat.
One Saturday Sarah and I were in the kitchen with Sarah's mom and she asked "Have you ever been to church?"
I said "no" but not in an opposing way.
She replied “You could come with us tomorrow if you want.”
I was pretty weirded out by religion, but Sarah sold it with "You should, it's pretty okay."
I shrugged and said "OK!" "but I don't have any nice clothes. I've seen you all coming back from church dressed up before and I have nothing like that."
Sarah's mom goes "Nick is skinny, let me go see if any of his old clothes fit." and walked off.
Sarah said "You can meet all my friends at youth group. It's really not bad at all hanging out with them."
I nodded and said "Sure hope they're nice."
she leaned back crossing her arms "Ohhhh they will like you... I've already told them about you."
I opened my eyes wide and Sarah smirked back.
Sarah's mom came back with several button up shirts and slacks. She handed the pile to me and said to go try them on and come out wearing with the best fitting set.
They all fit but were long. Nick was skinny and lanky, I was a fair bit bigger in the chest and shoulders and normal proportioned. I picked the light grey shirt that was tighter on my chest but not popping buttons. The catch was it's arms were super long down to my finger tips and the pants fit well on my waist but went to my toes.
I walked out with them flopping to Sarah cracking up. Her mom said "stop it. This will work out good."
Then she put on a a pillow bracelet thing with push pins in it and said "oh this will work well, It fits you good, just a bit long"
She had me stand on a dining room chair and started pinning around my wrists and said it even fits perfect in the chest like it was made for you, she un tucked my shirt and folded and pinned the bottom of it and said "Ill take some of the extra length off and you can tuck the rest. You are going to look good tomorrow!"
She turned me around and had me hold the now untucked shirt up. She put her hands in the waist band and pulled them up and patted my butt. She said "slacks sit higher on your waist than jeans, that way your little tuchus fits in the bottom nicely and doesn't look like a droopy diaper" which got a laugh from us. She was like "Good! you don't even need a belt! She patted my butt again and I turned back around and she started pinning the bottom of the pants.
She stepped back and was like "Good! Now go take it off and I'll tailor these to fit you."
We went to play video games in the office, and like an hour later she yelled for me. We came out and she said "go try these and lets check."
They fit well. The cuff was now one button instead of 3, but it all fit great. I walked in and she said "oh good! Stand up on the chair let me see"
I got up and she checked me over, she grabbed my hips and spun me around a bit, pulled my pants up some and then patted my bottom again and said "hop down you're good."
She stood back and said "You look great, Sarah is going to have some competition at youth group" which got a "Mom! Stop! From Sarah while her Mom chuckled.
She said "Hang them up when you get home so they don't get wrinkly. We try to leave the house at about 8:30 so come a few minutes early, okay?" I said "Thanks for doing all of this" she waved her hand and said "Happy to do it."
Then she stepped back to just inside the living room with a funny smile and waved me close. She spun me so mine and her backs were to Sarah and put her arm across my shoulders. She leaned in and quietly said "Honey slacks are pretty thin material, so you have to wear underwear with them otherwise the whole church will know that you're circumcised too..." I flinched and looked at her adn said in a normal voice "Sorry! I forgot to put my clothes in the dryer last night and didn't have any today” She laughed "It's not a problem at all sweety, just thought you should know" She stepped back and said "830!" and walked back to the couch.
Sarah smirked at me and put up her hands, like what was that?, I waved her off and I went to get out of the church clothes. I told her once we were back in the office to a big laugh. I went home shortly later and told my parents to a disinterested "that's good" reply.
The next morning I was up at 730 I showered and was thankful I got a haircut earlier that week. I got dressed and waited till 815. As I was putting on my shoes I realized my beat up tennis shoes did not go with the outfit "at least they are black" was my thought as I couldn't do anything about it.
When I walked into the Carters back door, I got a happy hello from Sarah's mom and a “hey kid” from her dad. Nick said "Nice outfit man looks familiar" as he walked by. Pat and looked sleepy and not happy to be there. I got to the dining room and Sarah just beaming at me as pretty as could be. I said "woah you look great! I'm not used to seeing you in a dress." she smiled and said "You look pretty snazzy yourself" I kind of openly stared at her and she notice smiling back at me and moving so I could see her. Her hair was super brushed and in a high pony tail with a thin clip that had a small flower attached. A light blue long sleeve dress the top half was cut like a nice fitted shirt and just above the hips attached the swishy dress bottom that ended at her knees. I mentally noted she was actually wearing a bra and then her panty line when we were walking out to their Suburban. I mentioned to her mom that my shoes were old and she said "Don't worry most kids just wear their normal shoes too and no one really looks at that anyway." As we got to the suburban the pecking order was worked out quick, Pat was too big to dive over the middle seat back to sit in the third row and Nick was too old, so Sarah went in first and just rolled over the top of the seat and then I followed her with Nick and pat in the middle row and parents up front.
Church was like 10 minutes away at a really cute medium sized quintessential country church. When we parked Pat was moving slow getting out trapping us in the back and Sarah was giving him crap about it until he got out.
Inside the church everyone was very nice and welcoming. I met the pastor and the 20 something youth pastor. Then we all sat in a pew me between Sara and Pat. The preacher talked for like 10 minutes and everyone sang a song, then all the kids were dismissed to walk down to the basement for youth group.
Sarah grabbed my hand pulling and said "stay with me" we went down stairs with quite a few kids, She held my hand leading me all the way to her friends. Nick stayed with the parents.
The stairs opened into a pretty big room. The corner looked like a kindergarten with toys and bins and such. There were couches of all kinds and styles and random kitchen table sets scattered.
We walked to a gathering of mostly girls around our age to maybe 15 or 16.
There were many natural groupings in the room by sex and age. It seemed like the gaggle of girls had all eyes on me. Sarah noticed, I think, and leaned over and quietly said "There are rarely new cute boys here" I replied with "Thanks for the warning" which got a chuckle and a hand squeeze.
We got to Sarah's core group of 5ish girls and one said "Hi" then looked at Sarah "Who's this? "Sarah said this is my friend Kyle he lives 2 doors down from me, he's a good guy." a few of them said in unison “Oh! You're THAT Kyle" "Nice to meet you!"
Sarah introduced them each to me I recognized one from a grade above me and I think the rest were home schooled. They all seemed nice, all were fit to average and were attractive.
Then they started chucking questions at me. "Did I have a girlfriend?" "What did I like to do?" "Are you just visiting or coming back" "What grade am I in?" "When am I going to ask Sarah out" That question did not go over well with the group. And a few more. It was overwhelming. Then thankfully, I was saved by the youth pasture calling everyone over.
There seemed to be an unwritten rule: little kids on the carpet up front and older kids on the smattering of couches on the perimeter. The girls crammed on a couch and I sat on the floor in front of Sarah leaning against her legs.
The kids' talk or lesson was only like 10 minutes. Then everyone was released to "study" or play.
When the girl next to Sarah got up, Sarah spread her knees fast so I fell back almost into her crotch and she put her skirt on top of my head like a hood and patted my head messing with me. I looked up putting my head into her crotch which she lightly pressed into me when she patted my forehead and squeezed my nose through her skirt. Then she pulled the skirt off my face revealing her giggling face looking down at me. She goes "let's get a table" and we got up joining the rest of the girls "Studying"
Really, they just gave me the run down of the place. The one I remember was them pointing out a girl across the room in a purplish dress. She looked like she was chubby and, on the way, to being fat by the way she carried herself, but she had huge boobs. "That's Cassaundra, she has huge tits but she is an even bigger bitch." explained the tall crass friend in the group which got a nod of agreement from the table. I tried to be nice and just keep up and ask each questions, but my bucket was emptying, I needed a break.
I looked around and saw some boys I knew well from school and said “I will be right back, I need to say hi to Bryan." It was nice to breathe on the walk to the boy's gaggle.
The two I knew said "Hey!" As I walked up, Brian asked why I was there. When I said "I came with Sarah Carter" I got a wide eye smirk and a nod of approval from the two of them. They took me over and introduced me to the others. It was a typical cross section of farm boys, the mostly Feral ones, the smart eagle scout ones, and the clean cut kids in the middle. A pretty good group of guys.
After chatting a while they started talking about football and I did not care so I said I had to go.
The smart farmer kid that I knew said "Hey man... good luck" we gave each other the bro nod and I went back to Sarah.
I told her, her friends were scary and asked if I did a good job. She chuckled and said "You did great, one of them wants to marry you." I laughed and looked over at the group figuring out which. Next to us was a serious game of little kid tag going on. I ditched Sarah and played tag with little kids. That was a lot more fun than hanging with the teenagers.
After a few rounds I broke out of the gaggle and back to the girls breathing hard. Sara was chatting intently with two, but one of her friends, Steph, was alone and looking at me smiling. "Having fun?" I played up the out of breath and said "Yea church is pretty great" She was really nice and pretty, quieter than the rest of the group of girls. She asked me about wrestling, then asked about what I thought about Sarah with a cheeky smile right as Sarah walked up next to me. I gave a glowing review other than her that her free throws needed work, which got me a shot in the ribs and a HORSE challenge after church.
We were dismissed to go up stairs to find our parents. Sarah went to pee. Leaving me to stand with the moms mingling in the entry way, I tried to just take it all in. Sarah's mom introduced me to random people, and Pat suddenly appeared out of nowhere with a "Hey man." and a little smile. I have no idea where he went or came from, I never saw him, ever, in youth group.
The family eventually gathered and we headed back to the Suburban.
I was last in the line walking to the car with Sarah in front of me, about three times walking out she pulled her dress very tight against her butt and looked back making sure I was looking, I could very clearly see every detail of her perky round butt and her panty lines which looked higher and different than normal.
She jumped in first and dove over the second row and the rest followed suit.
On the ride back I noticed she kept playing with her dress hem, then she lifted her butt up and pulled it back behind her so she wasn't sitting on her skirt any more. It was gathered around her waist and pretty high up her thighs.
As we pulled up to the house Sarah warned Pat that he needed to hurry up getting out this time. The parents and Nick got out quickly and Sarah stood up holding the gathered up hem in her hands and around her waist but she extended her arms holding the skirt to still cover her hips from the side view. She moved to the middle with a leg between mine and bent over the second row holding her skirt and angling her ass towards me.
She started giving pat crap about being slow so he obviously started moving like 50% slower.
I had a face full of her ass down a short tunnel of her skirt. Like 8 inches away from my nose. Her panties were vacuum formed to her with a big wedgie and a camel toe peeking between her legs. It was a glorious 30-40 seconds.
I don't think Pat ever looked back or acknowledged Sarah's existence and then shut the door hard when he got out.
Sarah kicked the leg closest to me up across the top of the bench seat with her knee bent. Paused for a stunning like 5 seconds, way longer than necessary. I could see from pussy to tail bone. And then rolled over the seat landing on her butt. She was kinda stretched out across the bench, arms back holding her up, her knees up bent and apart some.
Her skirt was around her waist like a belt. Looking down over her I could see the front side of her glorious white camel toe. I worked hard to pull my eyes away to look at her face looking at me smiling and then she said shook her head "he's such an asshole... every time"
she leaned forward, pulled the door handle with her hand and lightly kicked it open and scootched out feet first out the drivers side opposite the house. For sure flashing anyone lucky enough to be driving by.
That 50? second show absolutely made up for running the gauntlet of her friends.
They were all going to have a family lunch thing and I didn't want to impose, so I thanked Sarah's mom and said "church was great!" She said "I'm glad you liked it hun you can come with us often if you want." I said "thanks a lot" and excused myself.
Sarah punched me in the kidney when I walked away and sternly said "You owe me a game of HORSE later."
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Books on record leads to Sarah getting naked
I spent a lot of time at the library at the opposite end of main street from my house. The librarians all knew my name and would say hi when I walked in.
One bored Saturday I went and ended up in the books on tape section and was looking around and came across these Star Wars books with records. Turns out they were awesome, illustrated books with accompanying records which were narrated with characters, sound effects, and music like a movie.
My house didn't have a record player only my cheap tape deck portable radio, but I remember Sarah saying that she was listening to records all night once. So I checkout two of the Star wars books on record and decided to stop at the Carters and ask if they had a record player I could use.
“Come on in Kyle. I don’t think you even need to knock anymore” her mom yelled out when I knocked on the door.
Her mom, Sarah, and Pat were all in the living room watching something on TV. I stepped inside, holding up the book and record I’d brought with me.
“I just found this awesome Star Wars book on record, and I was wondering if you had a record player I could use?”
Her mom gave a little gasp of surprise. “You were at the library? ... On a Saturday?”
Completely missing the sarcasm, “Yeah, I’m there all the time. That’s where I get all those books you see me carrying around.”
She turned toward her kids. “Why don’t you two read?”
Then she looked back at me, smiling. “I like you even more now. You’re a good influence! Of course, hon. Sarah has our old stereo with a record player and headphones in her room. You can listen to your books whenever you want.”
Sarah stood up. “I’ll show you how to use it.”
And with that, she led me toward the back of the house and up to her room. But as I followed her she was walking differently with more sway in her hips than her normal efficient athletes stride.
The Carters’ house was beautiful, although the layout was a little unusual. It sat on a corner lot, with a glass-enclosed front porch along the left side of the house. The front door opened directly into a large, open living room.
Immediately to the right was a big TV with cable, and just beyond it was the doorway to her parents’ bedroom. A couch occupied the center of the living room, with an oversized La-Z-Boy swivel recliner positioned near the front door, angled toward the television.
Walking behind the recliner and couch gave you two choices. You could turn right, crossing the living room through a small arched opening into what the family called the “future library,” a room that had never quite been finished. The house’s only bathroom was just to the left, beyond the arch. The library also contained the staircase leading up to the three boys’ bedrooms on the second floor.
Or you could continue straight toward the back of the house, passing through a long stretch of rooms.
The first room on the left was an office with a door. Inside, an older wooden TV cabinet stood against one wall, with a VCR, a Sega Genesis, and a Super Nintendo set up on top. A small couch sat against the opposite wall, facing the television. It was essentially the kids’ gaming room.
Beyond the office was the formal dining room, with its eight-seat table, displayed china, and large picture window. The lace curtains were always pulled back, showing off the fancy wallpaper and carefully arranged room to anyone looking in from outside.
Past the dining room was the kitchen, simple and practical, with most of the counters and cabinets arranged along the left side as you entered. Immediately to the right was a small, three-person breakfast table pushed against the wall. The family called it “the little table.”
Beyond that was a laundry nook, and at the far end, on the left, was the back door. Directly across from that door stood a narrow, steep staircase leading up to Sarah’s attic bedroom.
I had never been in Sarah’s room before.
Nick and Pat liked to call it the “slave quarters,” frequently teasing Sarah by calling her the servant or the slave. Their mom insisted that the attic really had been the servants’ quarters when the house was originally built.
The stairs were definitely narrow and steep. Sarah later told me that Thanks to that pretty much nobody ever came up to her room. They just stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled for her because they hated coming back down. According to Sarah, her mom had only been up there once and was almost too scared to go back down the stairs.
The stairs were steep but not a big deal, I came to love them as they gave an amazing view of Sarahs backside as we went up. And she seemed to love showing off every time we went up.
At the top, a door opened into a surprisingly spacious, finished attic room with wooden floors.
Her full-size bed sat to the right, centered against the wall. The left side of the room sloped inward with the steep roofline, but a built-out window nook provided a little extra space and a view into the neighbor’s yard. A beanbag chair sat beneath the window.
Along the wall nearest the door was her dresser, with a clothes rod extending from it to the wall for hanging her clothes. In front of it sat her ever-present clean-and-dirty laundry basket system.
Sarah was adamant that her two-basket method was superior to wasting time folding everything and putting it away.
Against the far wall sat the stereo, off to the left, while a vanity with a large lighted mirror and a low stool occupied the space to the right.
The walls were decorated with the usual teenage heartthrob posters, mixed in with Michael Jordan and other basketball posters.
It wasn't dirty or really even messy, It felt lived-in and comfortable, perfectly isolated from the rest of the house.
And the room smelled like her.
She walked over, turned on the stereo and lifted the top pulling off her record and took mine. She showed me how to start it then handed me head phones that looked more like shooting range ear protection with a big cable that had a head phone jack that was like 4 times bigger than normal. She plugged it in and the audio switched. She handed me the headphones and said "There you go!" with a smile.
I eagerly said "Thanks a lot" and settled in opening the book. It was as awesome as I thought it would be. Sarah went back down stairs.
Right after I had started the second record she came back up, not looking in my direction at all, and turned with her back to me and started digging through her clothes baskets.
Pulling out basketball shorts and a tank top laying them on the bed. I was half reading along and half watching her.
Then she un did her pants and and hooked her thumbs in her waist band and wiggled off her jeans. Half pulling down her violet colored panties with dark purple trim. Then pulled off her oversized T shirt! Standing in just her panties, I could see the top half of her cute bare cheeks exposed by her pushed down panties, her bare back and long slim but muscly legs.
She now had my full attention.
She fixed her panties and bent over looking through her basket more. I could make out her mound through her now pulled up too much panties. She then stood up pulling on socks first then her shorts and last a tank top then bent way over gathering up her hair and put it in a pony tail with the hair tie on her wrist.
When she stood up and turned to me, I looked down at my book on the wrong page, she took a few steps to me and said my name and bent over waving to get my attention I looked up as cool as I could and pulled one ear of the head phone away. She asked if I wanted to play basketball when I was done I nodded and said "yep in just a few this is almost over" she smiled spun on her socks and went back down stairs.
I sighed, not believing what I had just seen… and thinking I still had two more Star Wars books to check out.
I went down stairs and thanked Sarah and her mom, exclaiming how cool that was "almost as good as the movie". I said there were 2 more to check out and Sarah said "You can come up and use it whenever you want. Her mom added "feel free to come over and just read when ever you want they need the good influence" "I nodded and said "I did see an inviting bean bag chair under the window up there" Sarah said " Yep you can hang out in it whenever" I matched her little grim at me "Ill get the next one this week if you don't mind" she said "really when ever you want" then said "come on its time to go shoot around" and we went out the back and shot around and played horse and 1 on 1 for the rest of the afternoon.
I walked straight to the library after school and checked out the next one. Then to Sarahs where it was just Sarah and Pat home.
I waved the book when I stepped in and She said "Sure go on up" a few minutes into the record, Sarah came up not looking at me again but this time sideways to me not her back to me.
She pulled off her shirt and then her bra slowly throwing each into the dirty basket, revealing the side of her perfect handful sized perky teenager boob.
She bent over topless and dug around in the basket pulling out clothes and then stood up wiggling out of her jeans and her panties at the same time. She turned more during this allowing me to see both boobs and her whole body. She stood up naked and quickly looked at me lost in her. She smirked when she caught me. I half looked away but not able to take my eyes off of her, she just looked back like nothing, picking up her shorts. She was like a goddess, tall with a slim waist and long muscular legs, her butt was round and tight and just perfect with a tiny jiggle when she was running. Her stomach was flat with two lines outlining her abs leading down to the top of her slit that I just barely caught a glimpse of. She was fully bald and smooth. I think as a byproduct of her mom pushing her to be girly, I heard several mom reminders to shave her legs. Later I found out her brother's porno magazines had a big influence on her too.
Her breasts were the cutest, just the best ever. They were a handful that didn't have much jiggle to them. Perky and round and not a hint of droop or anything. Quintessential slim teen girl boobs. She had quarter-ish sized areolas with not tiny nipples that protruded out and were visible very often though her clothes. It was a revelation to finally see them bare after staring at them all winter.
She pulled on cotton gym shorts without panties and then a tee shirt and sat on the end of her bed picking up a magazine and laid back feet still on the floor holding up the magazine reading it.
My dick was uncomfortably hard but rightfully so, I wasn't mad like the random hardons I was used to. I got up, flipped the record subtly re arranging my dick and sat down and finished the book.
After was a repeat of hanging out in the park on the monkey bars and me peeking up her shorts when she was hanging and climbing.
She did the mandatory hang upside down and almost flash me that girls always do.
Then to the basketball court until dinner time.
This exact pattern repeated for the third book at the end of the week but I saw her bare innie pussy lips from behind when she bent over feet apart with her ass pointing at me this last time.
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The bra fight
Maybe the weekend after Sarah changed in front of me. I came over around noon with my basketball through the front of the house to the kitchen where Sarah was eating at the breakfast table, looking like she just woke up, and Sarah's mom making herself lunch. I asked "Do you want to go shoot around?" She perked up and smiled looking up and nodding from her bowl of cereal. She went up stairs to change and I stayed eating a stale cinnamon roll. Chatting with her mom.
When Sarah came down in her dark blue short Adidas track shorts and a small grey tee shirt. Her mom instantly said "You need to go up stairs and put on a bra." To which Sarah replied loudly grabbing her boobs " I don't even have big boobs like you. I don't need one!" "I can see your nipples through your shirt Sarah!" was the reply I was literally standing between them I raised my hands and said "I'll be out back." I stood in the sun on one of the first properly warm sunny 65ish degree days of the year. A few minutes later an angry Sarah came out the back door with a bra on. Grumbling.
We started walking to the park through the little used alley behind her house. When we passed their “carriage house”... garage, Sarah stopped and ducked behind it. The neighbors’ privacy fence ran up to the far corner of the garage on the side that didn’t face the alley. That created a nook behind it, hidden from view unless you were walking down the alley and happened to look over. Sarah stopped and pulled her shirt off handing it to me, and pulled off her bra bending down tucking it under a board in a loose stack of old wood. She stood turned back around towards me facing the sun looking up, she arched her back and rubbed her hands several times over her tits and nipples ending in a nipple pull. She sighed dropping her hands and looked at me said "I wish I could just be outside like this". I said " I'll never tell if you did, but you’re gonna get a lot of attention like that" She smiled and I genuinely said "I'm sorry that the world won't let you". She pulled up her shorts some and rolled the waist band over once and then reached for her shirt and put it on. She rubbed her fingers over her hard nipples and said "this is an okay compromise" we walked a dozen or so steps and I stopped, turned back and pulled my shirt off while walking back to the wood pile. I tossed my shirt on top. Which got a surprised look from her and a funny expression as she super looked me up and down while I walked back to her.
It was the first time I had been shirtless that year. Wrestling season and wrestling calisthenics most mornings paid off it seemed/I hoped. She nodded her head smirking and said "I can deal with this" as I joined her and we started walking. She said "It's still not fair" I replied "I'm shirtless in solidarity... and so you don't forget your bra" She laughed saying "ah thanks" We went on and played basketball for an hour or so. With both of us openly looking at each other harder than normal. She was more handsy playing 1 on 1 and felt me up like every time playing defense. I wasn’t as handsy but I for sure grabbed her ass and hips as she would back up into me.
She looked as hot as always, but spring changed the uniform, her cheeks were peeking out the bottom of her shorts and her belly button and hips teased above the waistband. Her boobs and nipples in the small grey tee shirt were on DISPLAY. When we were walking down the alley up to her garage and could see my shirt on the wood pile she sighed and said "I actually forgot about that" as we got closer she pulled her shirt off still in the middle of the ally handing it to me and walked the 10 or so steps exposed to the cars driving by on the main road by her house. She sighed, tossed me my shirt and grabbed her bra. She stood up facing me, looked up at the sky again sighing and then put it on. I handed her shirt over and put mine on, glad as it was getting cold. She looked down at the ground and said "I like being naked around you." then added "I really like you seeing me" I, shocked, grinned trying to suppress it to a smile as she looked back up at me with a worried face. I said "There are definitely perks to being friends with you." She smiled big and said "see ya" and walked off quickly.
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Nude reading
Probably the next week some time, Sarah and I were in the living room watching TV on the couch when her mom got home from work. Walking from the back of the house she went out the front door and came back in with the mail and plopped down with a big sigh in the lazy boy going through it all.
She nodded at my library books on the end table where she was putting the mail trash. She asked me "Are you done with your books on record?" I said "Yea they were really neat I'll probably check them out again when I'm done with that book." pointing "The River it's a sequel, I just found, to a really good book I read earlier."
She gave me a quiet "Mmm" she was fishing I think "Sarah don't you have a book you are supposed to be reading for school?
"Yea I'm almost done with it." Mom says without looking up "Why don't you go and finish it."
Sarah took a deep breath got up slowly and yelled "I call the bean bag chair!" and ran. I obviously bounded after her grabbing my book. I'm not 100% sure if her mom had any motives other than Sarah reading, She could have also just wanted the TV.
Sarah obviously beat me up stairs and dove on the bean bag chair as I got to the top of the stairs so I dove across her lap with her squealing as I landed on her, but she immediately put me in a half cradle that I showed her a long time before where you wrap your arm around a persons neck and under their knee and lock your hands folding the person.
I laughed impressed, and submitted with a "okay okay it's yours" she let go, us giggling, I tickled her sides as I got up she squealed loudly and threatened "You don't wanna start a war you cant win mister!"
I held up my hands and moved over and lounged on the floor by the stereo leaning on her two extra comforters folded up and stacked.
I opened my book naively thinking I was going to focus on reading. Sara got up and got her book out of her backpack and sat down. Less than a minute later she got up again and shut the door three fourths of the way.
It was never a said rule that we couldn't shut the door but I think she knew there was potential for more scrutiny and didn't want to invite it.
She then went to the basket and got basketball shorts, socks and a t- shirt. Laid them on the foot of her bed. Unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them and then slid her panties off turned to face me and pulled her shirt and bra off, then she picked them up and shot them individually into the dirty basket.
She grabbed her panties with her toes and flipped them up and caught them in her hand very smoothly and then hit a Ta-da arms and panties up, hip to the side pose with a proud smile. I silently clapped and gave a very impressed face. She got closer and shot the panties into the basket, then plopped down in the bean bag chair
She was lit up by the afternoon sun though the lace curtains as she just opened her book and casually started reading nude.
I tried to read but was quite distracted. Glancing up often so see her long legs and body laying stretched out in profile. Her flat lower stomach vee framed by her hips leading to her out of view pussy her arms resting on her ribs holding the book framing the curves of her breast with her hair resting in front of her shoulders framing her face and her lips moving a little as she read.
One of the many views I had of her to never forget. They flash in my head often when I see other young women that remind me of her.
That went on for like an hour while she actually finished her book. I retained nothing I read.
She snapped the book closed, got up and went to her vanity, turned on the mirror lights, sat on her low stool and brushed her hair. The stool was low and small so she was closer to a squat position with her knees up and apart. She was facing the mirror her butt poked out, back arched tits up while brushing her hair. But she swiveled to face me when she started braiding her hair. I had never really seen pussy, only fleeting views of Sarah's before this. Now she was 5-6 feet from me sitting knees up and apart with her tight innie pussy on full display her back arched, arms up expertly braiding, boobs pushed out.
I didn't know the intricacies of her anatomy yet but I subtly studied it for the first time the bright pink of her inner pussy and the pinkish skin tone of her pussy lips. A couple of slight folds near the top of her slit that bumped out where they met.
I accidentally sighed loudly and she looked at me and smiled then did a double take as she looked away. I had a very visible uncomfortable hard-on.
She smiled again and kind of side eyed me often as she skillfully braided down to the end and hair tied it. Then she got up and slipped on her basketball shorts and shirt. No panties or bra. And asked if I wanted to go to the park.
I hesitated and said "I need a few minutes before I can get up." which got a laugh and she sat on her bed, laid back, and flipped through a magazine. After a few minutes I was able to get up with a softer half hardon that was still printing through my pants, but not a full I can't stand up straight hardon. She sat up looking over and said "I can still see it but it's not as obvious" I nodded and said "it will get better if I stop looking at you and I start moving" She smiled a little and nodded.
We walked to the park but didn't stay for long as it was already getting late. We just chin upped and sat on top of the monkey bars chatting a little about her book, but mostly just being comfortable with each other. Then she had to get back for dinner.
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The weekend before summer break Sarah quietly masturbates in front of me.
Looking back I was probably hanging out at the Carters house too much but no one seemed to mind. I was told I didn't need to knock by Sarah's mom but I still did about half of the time. Her mom was even comfortable with me seeing her not put together in just a robe. I was really conscious to have good behavior, not be loud, or to not eat their food unless offered. I did watch their Cable tv and play video games when I could though.
Saturday late morning 10ish the last weekend before school got out for summer, I came over and quietly let myself in and found pat playing a video game in the office.
I sat and chatted with him as he tried to get past some obstacle over and over again. He was really good at video games and had a rule that he would try and beat every game he played.
After a while he gave up and handed me the controller and went to make himself breakfast. I played for like 10 minutes but didn't like the game much ,I don't remember what it was. I got up and went to the little kitchen table to talk about it. We agreed it wasn't good but he was going to beat it anyway. It was the only thing he would persist at that was hard, I hope that trait moved to other parts of him when he got older. Oh and He showed me his Peanut butter and syrup waffle sandwich invention. I tried one at some point, it was delicious.
We parted ways and he shut himself in the office and I sat on the couch turning on the TV and found Walker Texas ranger. Sara's mom came out of the bedroom and said good morning as she went to the bathroom and then went back to her room. The Dad worked Saturdays and was already gone.
Shortly after I heard Sarah come down and her bare feet walking though the dining room. I didn't want to bother her or make her uncomfortable by turning around over the couch so I just said "morning Sarah." And she gave me a pretty cheery "morning" back on her way to the bathroom. As She walked back to her room she but put her fingers through my hair as she passed. She was up there for like a minute and came back down.
I was on the couch seat closest to the recliner which was close enough to the couch that you had to watch your legs when the foot part came out. Sarah came around the recliner and sat down.
I asked if she wanted to watch anything and she said "No this is good" She was wearing a loose t-shirt and loose sweater material shorts pulled up pretty high. I noticed the big loose leg holes as she sat down. When she extended out the foot stool but didn't recline, I could see all the way up the leg hole to her hip crease Above her pussy. She never really looked at me and intently watched TV.
After a few minutes she shifted around and sat with her left leg closest to me heel tucked in and knee bent like half a butterfly stretch and her right knee up and bent. Giving me a straight on view of her slightly open pussy lips.
She kind of absent mindedly brought her hand down and pulled the crotch of the shorts over while still intently watching TV.
Her middle finger slowly and lightly touched the edge of her slit going up and back down getting deeper in her slit each time and then started dipping into her pussy then up around her clit and back down in her pussy to pick up more wetness.
This went on for a long while. At some points she would pull her fingers from her pussy and strings of wetness bridged the gap.
I was not watching the tv any more and had to rearrange my cock.
Sarah turned to look at me when I moved to put my hand down my shorts and reposition my cock. That brought an open mouth, silent O face and a deep breath as she circled her clit looking at me.
She turned back to the tv and started focusing on her clit with her pointer and middle fingers dipping into her pussy to the knuckles sometimes for a few strokes then back to her clit.
She was clearly getting into it when we heard pat stomp getting up and opening the office door. He didn't have a sight line so she slowly pulled her hand back and closed her legs with her knees pointing at me. When Pat passed into the bathroom she brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them slowly like it was an unconscious habit while still looking at the tv. Once clean she brought her hand down between her knees waiting.
Pat came back though and stopped to talk crap about the show, he didn't get much of a response from us other than a "yea its still pretty okay."
As soon as the office door shut, Sarah opened her right knee and pulled the shorts crotch to the side and started circling her clit a lot more intently than her former slow light touch pace. Her breathes got shorter and harder through her nose, quietly building intensity and then her hips started thrusting into her hand without much rhythm while her face was strained and mouth open, and then she just stopped shoving her two fingers in her pussy and holding them there her body tensed, she closed her eyes and her knees shook a little. She closed her knees back together keeping her hand in place. I had never seen a girl cum before it was intoxicating to witness. Watching her face and hearing her as she built up and came was the first hit of an addiction.
She sat there and quietly breathed through her orgasm with the only thing giving her away were her red cheeks and neck.
She calmed down for a minute two as her body relaxed. She then pulled her hand up and put her fingers in her mouth again, sitting up looking at me closing the foot stool sucking her two fingers. She walked back to her room with her bare foot steps going back though the house.
Looking back, that was a prime invitation to follow her, but I didn't. Like 20 minutes later I heard her come back downstairs and she called me from the kitchen.
When I got there she asked if I wanted some fruit too as she popped the top of a Tupper Ware container full of cut up fruit.
She was dressed in cut off jean shorts and a larger t-shirt. We sat at the little table and quietly ate, sharing a big bowl, with her knee leaning against mine under the table.
When we were done she bounced her knee against mine and said "lets go out" with a cheeky smile, that had a double meaning back then that wasn't lost on me. We spent the rest of the day hanging out in the perfect weather, mostly riding bikes, we found an old cemetery that we didn't know about which was too creepy to hang out at for Sarah. She actually flashed me hanging upside down on the monkey bars, cars passing for sure could see her full bare back as her shirt almost fell off only stopped by her chin. Her perfect boobs and tight torso are on full display to me only though. She didn't pretend it was an accident.
I grinned big as she gathered her shirt back up. I said "I've been dreaming of that to happen for years." "It never ACTUALLY happens." to which she goes "Oops" and let it fall again, laughing.
Thank god for long summers back then. The bulk of Sarah's and I's many almost daily rendezvous happened during summer break between the last week of May till the first Tuesday of September 1996. This is the highlights of the best 14 weeks of my life
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Next up
The Perfect Storm; Part 2
The start of summer and our first and second time.
