Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2022 04:45:01 +0000 (UTC) From: "cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk" Subject: Coming out at the cottage Chapter 1 Coming out at the cottage Chapter 1 By cs.unwin Warning: This story contains adult content. If such material offends you or if you are under 19 please stop reading. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2022 cs.unwin, All rights reserved Please mail to cs.unwin@yahoo.co.uk if you have any questions or comments. Please donate so Nifty.org can continue to publish stories: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html When I was young I really loved being at the cottage. We could swim, go boating, or just wander around without anyone telling us what we had to do. But by the time I was in my teens, life at the cottage had become pretty boring. Everything there was to do I had already done, over a thousand times. The only consolation was that there were plenty of other teenagers around, all equally bored. What did we do all summer? Mostly hang around. During the days we would sit on the beach or go swimming together; other times we would all wander down to the general store and buy ice creams or sodas. In those days we had no TV reception at the lake, and at night we would often congregate in a cottage where the parents had gone out and listen to the radio or play cards and board games. Every now and then someone would be inspired to build a bonfire and we could sit around, watching the flames rise into the night sky. Quite a few of us were first or second cousins, and the rest felt like we were because we had spent nearly every summer together since we were little. As teens we had more than a few summer romances; and even some between actual cousins. Of course none of these lasted, but were still talked about years later at family gatherings. My own romances however, could not be talked about and remain mostly secret to this day because they were, still are, mostly forbidden. That's because they involved girls much younger than me, and an adult woman. My name is Alexandra but most called me Sandy. The summer this happened I was 15. I have sandy colored hair which was much lighter then and blue eyes. I had already reached my full height of 5' 4" and because I was swimming competitively my shoulders were wide and my arms quite well muscled. On the other hand my breasts were well developed and at that age I already wore a C cup. I knew I was quite pretty from an early age and it was not long after I reached puberty that boys and men began paying attention to me. This led to a bit of experimentation with boys, kissing and some feeling up; but it was quickly evident to me that where sex was concerned I preferred other girls. It began when I started touching myself. As soon as I discovered how nice touching my pussy it made me feel, it became a daily ritual. After dark, when I was alone in my bed, I would lie there eyes closed, hand under my nighty, rubbing myself. And without really trying, I found the images coming to me were exclusively of other girls, and even women. At first I thought something was wrong, and I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Even more disturbing to me was that I began to have crushes on girls and thinking about them in that way. My pain and confusion lasted a couple of years until one of the girls I had a crush on, an older member of my swim team, had a crush right back. She taught me I had been born the way I was amd not to be ashamed about something that was quite normal. That summer the gang of friends and cousins who hung out together knew my preference was for girls. Since we knew each other so well they were pretty cool about it, although I was the butt of a few muff-diving jokes. Cathy and I were not directly related - she was the cousin of a cousin who was visiting for the summer. She was 14 years old then, small, skinny and flat as a board. Because of this she could only fit children's sizes; that summer she always wore little girls style two piece bathing suits because adult sizes didn't fit her. She tanned very easily and was brown as a nut. She wore her dark hair almost as short as a boys' and I wished I was as pretty as her. Cathy envied me that my body had matured much faster than hers. "You're really hairy!" She said to me the first time we changed into our bathing suits together that summer. In the last couple of years I had gone from having a little girl's pussy, plump and hairless, to an almost full thatch of reddish brown hair. I had regularly shaved while swimming competitively, but since then had let my pubes grow out. Cathy, by contrast, was still hairless except for a few dark strands above her slit. Despite our differences we were inseparable that summer and were always in each other's cottages, for sleepovers or just hanging out. We became lovers at one such sleepover early in July. We had put our sleeping bags together in one bed and we had snuggled up to each other. Since we had grown up together, spending each summer inseparable since we were toddlers, we were familiar with each other's bodies almost as much as our own. Maybe even more - we didn't look at ourselves as often as we looked at each other. The changes to my body came as a shock to Cathy; probably even more to her than to me. At least to me they happened gradually. "I wish I had boobs like yours Sandy," she whispered. "Can I touch them?" Hardly anyone had touched my boobs since they had grown, except me. I had learned how sensitive my nipples were, that touching them in a certain way made my pussy tingle. "OK," I said. Cathy's warm hands slipped under my t-shirt and covered my breasts. My nipples immediately stiffened and I began to feel juicy 'down there'. "Wow!" Cathy said. "Your nipples feel really swollen. Mine get that way when I'm excited, like when I touch myself." "Me too!" I said and my own hand slid under the waistband of my panties seeking my moist furrow. Cathy, lying right beside me couldn't help notice the movement. She said in a throaty whisper: "can you do that to me please Sandy?" I was more than a little shocked by the request; Cathy was asking me to masturbate her, but I didn't hesitate; I pushed my hand into her panties and let my fingers find her soft, wet center. She drew a sharp breath as my hand grazed her sensitive little bud. Cathy was squeezing my boobs and her fingers had found my nipples and began to caress them. "Push your fingers inside me Sandy," she said breathlessly. I was a little surprised by her request; I had only recently begun to explore my own vagina and managed to get one finger inside. Cathy was wet and slippery and she moaned as my two fingers easily entered her. Her lips also found mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. Our adolescent exploration had turned into something much more serious and intense. I only remember feeling an overwhelming need. Cathy, who despite looking much younger was actually more experienced, eagerly embraced my need. I realized my cunt was juicy and my clit swollen, aching for Cathy's touch. She must have read my mind because while one hand squeezed my boob and stroked my nipple, her other hand tugged at my panties and pulled them off. Her fingers played over my silky pubic hair and when I opened my legs for her, her fingers slid between the wet folds of my labia. I shuddered as the skin of her hand grazed my engorged clit and her fingers plunged into my wet vagina. As Cathy poked and thrust into me, I finger-fucked her.I was on the point of having a powerful orgasm when Cathy withdrew her fingers from me and said: "Sandy, I'm going to lick you." Before I could react she had slid down between my legs and covered my wet slit with her mouth and began using her tongue to pleasure me. This carried me to a new level and I quickly experienced an orgasm stronger and more powerful than I had ever achieved on my own. My thighs began to twitch, my pussy seemed to gush and I came close to blacking out. When it was over and I had caught my breath I made a beeline for Cathy's smooth folds and used my tongue to reciprocate. I found giving almost as good as receiving. There was something so excitingly intimate and sensual about tasting her center, sucking in her juices and absorbing her most intimate smells. Our first fuck happened in early July and for the rest of the month we could not keep our hands off each other. We had sleepovers at each other's cottages nearly every night, and during the day we'd find private places to fuck. My favorite was to take a boat with an outboard to one of the many uninhabited islands that dotted the lake and find a moss covered clearing where we could get naked and enjoy each other unobserved under the shade of the tall white pines. Our desire for each other was more than physical, we were in love. This made it especially gut wrenching when I learned that Cathy's mother decided to return to the city at the end of July instead of staying until Labor Day as most of our families did every summer. One minute Cathy was there and the next minute she was gone; and because we lived in different cities at least 5 hours drive apart we weren't likely to see each other again until the next year. Continued in Chapter 2