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The Author's Note
: To the reader, this story is a dream I had a year or so ago. I have another story posted in the "Gay: Young Friends" section ("When All Are Asleep"), but due to computer problems, I lost all the files I had typed for the continuation of the story. I might pick it back up someday in the future, but if you have ever lost files due to a computer error, you know how disheartening it can be. This story is "A Summer of Love" in a series titled "Just a Little Different". Please feel free to email me with comments, suggestions, and any constructive
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Summer of Love
The summer of my thirteenth birthday would be a summer to remember; it was within the short, couple month haven that I had my first sexual experience and more. It all started only a week after school had let out at my best friend's house.
Seventh grade was finally over, I was going to return at the top of the seniority food chain and my friend, Mark, and I were looking forward to it. Mark had been my friend since fifth grade; we both were outcasts in our classes and naturally came together to lean on. We weren't considered "cool" because most of the guys in our class were taller and more "masculine" -and they still had the "girls are icky" mentality like so many elementary school students. Mark and I, though, were friends with the girls. We were accepted by most of the girls and considered "cute". In fact, we pretty much were "one of the girls" and would go to slumber parties and play dress up and make over; the girls loved watching us dress in frilly dresses and act like girls.
I was over at Mark's house, helping him "pack" for the summer camp we were both being sent off to for the next couple weeks; although, I was more of a distraction to him. Mark and I had already made plans to spend the night at his house before we left tomorrow, so I had come over early with nothing to do. I was already packed and all good to go.
I was watching him pack and occasionally he would flick his head to the side to get his long brown hair out of his big hazel eyes. I never understood how he could keep his hair long. I always kept my lighter brown hair short -easier to maintain. Mainly because this one girl told me back in sixth grade that short hair brought out my bright blue eyes more and I looked better -at the time, I was trying to grow my hair long like Mark's.
I was babbling away about some guy who had called me a "little kid" and told me to get out of his way, "And I was like 'fuck you'! Well I was thinkin' it...any way and the dude was jus like-"
"Dan, no offense or nuthin', but I really gots to get this crap packed. Ya mind like hangin' with Erica? For now? We got all night to let loose."
"Uh, yeah, no prob man. A'ight, well lemme know when you done."
"Of course," he said as he looked back down at the empty duffel bag and big pile of clothing next to it. I got up to leave him to it and left the room.
Erica, Mark's sister, was really his step sister. After his father died in a car crash a couple years ago, his mother married this guy with a daughter. Mark liked him and his step father treated him like his own son, but Mark was still depressed over his real father's death. I remember the day it happened and rushing over to the hospital with him and his mom, but by the time we had got there, his father had already passed away. For the next few months it was like I was hanging out with a ghost; he barely talked and never wanted to do anything. He is much better now, but different, quieter and not always full of energy as he was before. I knew he would never fully recover, but it was better then him actually being in the car, like he always wished he was.
Erica had turned thirteen a couple months ago and had already gotten a job at some card shop. I knew she had just gotten home from work, so I walked down the short hallway to his her room and without knocking, I pushed the door open and just walked right in -big mistake.
"What the hell Danny!?" On the bed before me laid Erica; her black pants and scanty, white panties lay on the ground, her white dress shirt and bra were open revealing her small, budding breasts, and her left hand was buried deep in her pink fleshy sex, the right rubbing her chest sensually. She quickly covered herself up as much as possible. I should have turned and left the room, but instead I just stood gawking. She quickly grabbed a robe that was on the desk chair and wrapped herself up in it.
She sat there breathing hard, face flushed, staring at the floor. "Um...I-I'll just g-go away..." I stammered and started moving slowly out the door.
"Wait," she said firmly, and held up her hand. I stopped and looked at her, ashamed. "Close the door and sit down."
It was as if I was under her control, because I closed the door and walk over to the bed to sit down next to her. She moved over to give me more room.
"Look I'm-" but she held up her hand to silence me.
We sat there in silence for what seemed like an hour before she finally spoke, "Kiss me."
I sat, staring blankly, "W-what?"
"But, umm. I..." Then as if I was under mind control, I moved forward and our lips met. It was wonderful. But it all ended too soon. She pulled away and licked her lips.
"Okay, you're now my boyfriend."
"You're my boyfriend," she said matter-of-factly. "Only a boyfriend can see a girl naked and because you saw me naked, you have to be my boyfriend." The logic made sense to my thirteen year old mind.
"So umm, now what?" I asked, still unsure of what all had just happened.
"Now, we talk and get to know each other. Then, maybe tonight after Mark's asleep," she slid her hand slowly up my thigh, "we get together here, and have some fun." I responded immediately and blushed as I knew she could see me through my black athletic shorts in full glory. She giggled at the effect she had on me and we sat there for the next hour talking. I thought to myself, I think I can enjoy being her boyfriend.
"Hey, I'm gonna be done in like a few minutes, so if you want, you can meet me downstairs," Mark called through the door, startling Erica and I, breaking apart our kiss.
"Oh yeah...yeah I'll be down there." I could hear Mark walk back to his room and I looked at Erica, "Well, I'll see ya tonight." Her response was a coy smile and she licked her lips slowly, trying to be seductive.
I got up and readjusted myself before opening the door and walking downstairs, causing Erica to giggle more. I walked past the kitchen and saw Mark's mom, "Hey Daniel! How's it going?"
"Alright. 'Bout to meet Mark down here and play some video games."
"Well you two have fun, I'll be ordering the pizza in a couple of hours for all of us to munch
down on," she said with a warm smile.
"Okay! Sounds great, thanks." She went back to whatever it was she was making, probably some kind of dessert; she loves to bake when company comes over,
I walked into the family room then crossed over to the other side where beads hung from the opening instead of a door to another room with all the games and stuff. I sat down on one of the overstuffed bean bags and turned on the T.V. as I waited.
After a couple of minutes of Spongebob, Mark came down. "Alright, lets do this!" And with that we put in "Call of Duty 4" and battled it out for the next couple of hours on his Xbox 360.
After some time went by, we heard the door bell ring and immediately ran out the room to the front door yelling, "Pizza! Pizza!" Mark's mom shushed us, but was still laughing when she opened the door and paid for the delivery guy.
"Mark go tell your sister dinner's here," she said.
"Okay -ERICA! DINNER!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.
"I could have done that,
" she said giving Mark a look, he just shrugged. We all clamored into the kitchen trying to get pizza and pop. All the while Mark's mom is trying to tell us to use napkins. Mark and I ducked out of the kitchen with some sodas and slices of pizza back into the game room. We put on "Underworld 2" and chowed down on the food.
After a while it came to the scene where Selena and Micheal have sex, I knew about the scene and was eager to get to it; I had pleasured myself to it on more then one occasion. I looked over at Mark and could already see him outlining the small blue denim shorts he was wearing.
"Good scene, huh?" I asked before taking a swig of Pepsi
. His response was just a nodding of his head. I laughed. When the scene ended, Mark stood up, making the effects of the movie all too noticeable. "Where ya goin'?"
"Jus' upstairs real quick, I jus' need ta, uh, get something..." and he headed out of the room. Yeah, like a bucket of ice?
I got up and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen, I wanted another slice of pizza. As I passed the bathroom door, a hand went over my mouth and around my hip and pulled me in. Before I could turn around to see who grabbed me, the door was shut and I couldn't see anything because the lights had been turned off.
"Wha' the?" But a single finger went over my lips and I heard a soft "shhh". I instantly relaxed, kind of. "Erica?" I breathed, but there was no response. Instead I felt her hands pulling down my shorts and boxers. I sighed in pleasure as I felt her take me in her mouth. It was the best sensation I had ever felt.
Her lips were like velvet as they slid up and down and across my skin. Her tongue added extra warmth and pleasure as it worked the sensitive parts. Her hands added the element of surprise as they slowly caressed me from down under. All the while her mouth continued its movements, giving me the best time of my young life. I slowly began to reach my hand down to rub her, but she grabbed it firmly and purred "uh-uh", the vibrations murmured through my body and up my spin, causing me to moan. Then I felt her hand move away and slide down between my legs and to my backside where it began to slide down the deep crevice -a part of my body I had never known to give pleasure, and putting me over the edge. Almost without warning I let loose, throbbing within her mouth and almost falling over from the entire ordeal.
Before I even had time to cool down, she pulled my shorts back up and pushed me out of the bathroom. In a daze I went into the empty kitchen and grabbed another slice of pizza. I chewed it slowly as I walked back to the game room. When I came in, Mark was already siting in his bean bag chair flipping through the DVDs, looking for another movie to watch. He looked up at me and could plainly see the distant look on my face because he asked, "You a'ight?"
"Oh yeah," was my only response.
It was fast approaching midnight by the time the second movie, "Across the Universe", finished. Mark had yawned through the entire thing and had heavy eyes that clearly showed how tired he was. I tired to look as disappointed as possible, "Time for bed?"
"Aha, yeah, I think so." We got up to pick up the mess we had made and turn off everything, then headed upstairs to his room. We always slept in his room, though, to make things "fair" he would sleep on the floor with me because his bed wasn't big enough for two people.
"I'm going to brush my teeth and get changed."
"A'ight." I grabbed my tooth brush and paste, and my pajamas -which consisted of a pair of red flannel bottoms and a white t-shirt. After I was done I came back and he was already in his sleeping clothes. He went to the bathroom and returned shortly after brushing his own teeth. "Night," he said through a yawn and crawled under his blankets on the otherside of the room. I laughed quietly and climbed into my make-shift bed. After a few minutes, his breathing became heavier and he was snoring lightly. Perfect, I thought and I got up to go to Eric's room. I crept down the dark hallway to her door and lightly tapped on it, but it just opened lazily to a beautiful scene.
There were a few candles on her desk that just barely lit the room and her. She was laying on her side on the bed, one leg bent, resting over the other. Her long dirty-blonde hair was wild around her face and seductive. She was wearing a silk robe that she must have gotten from Mark's mom; it was dark red and big, revealing her cleavage to a point that covering up was pretty much useless. The shadows played and danced across her tender skin casting a mystery in every crevice that called to me to solve -each and every one.
"It didn't take that long for Mark to nod off," she giggled. I smiled and walked over to her. I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on her cheek then leaned in and kissed her.
When we broke apart, I spoke, "Thanks for what you did early."
She looked bewildered, "What did I do?"
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