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Memories of the Girl Next Door - Part 1  

Slitknight77 55M
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11/26/2019 3:33 am
Memories of the Girl Next Door - Part 1


I had a friend who was a girl that lived across the street from in an apartment complex. I credit her for getting me hooked on sex. Here's how it all started.

We were very young, prepubescent who hung out together quite often. She was a little Tom-boyish and began developing her street smarts early on.

One day we were hanging out, playing some board games when her mother gathered the laundry together and left us alone in the apartment when she went to the laundry room. Before I knew it, my friend sat down beside me with a sly grin on her face that I never saw before. In a secretive voice, she said, "I want to show you something." With that, she pulled down her shorts and panties, exposing her vajayjay to me. I was shocked and intrigued. I never saw one close up before. As I took in the sight of her private part, she told me to "touch it." When I hesitated, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. She moved my hand in a rubbing motion and spread her legs open further, which had the effect of parting her pussy lips. One of my fingers entered her slit without penetrating her. I noticed she giggled and let out a little whisper of "oooo." She asked me, "do you like it?" I subconsciously nodded my head. As I began to gain more and more curiosity, she suddenly pulled up her shorts and panties and announced, "let me see yours."

In my mind, I thought "what!" My friend pushed me to comply by saying, "hurry up before my mom comes bac" Still hesitant, my friend took matters into her own hands and slipped off my shorts and underwear. After taking a moment to look at my cock, she started touching it and examining my private. She giggled and said, "it's so giggly and those things hanging below it feel so<b> weird.</font></b>" It was at this point that my apprehension faded, but then a new fear took its place. I started to get hard. At my age, getting hard was embarrassing. My friend, never missing a beat, gasped and exclaimed, "it's growing!" Instead of pulling back, she kinda playfully slapped at my cock and watched me grow harder.

I couldn't move. I wanted to hide my hardening cock, but kinda liked the fact that she was playing with it. Then she made a move that froze me in place. I realized, to my surprise, that she was leaning in to put my cock in her mouth. No one ever did that to me before. I braced for the moment when, out of nowhere, her younger sister walked in on us. I squirmed to pull up my pants, but friend said, "wait!" Then she turned to her sister and said, "look, I made him get hard." Her sister came over and there I was, hard and on display. My friend tried to grab her sister's hand and place it on my cock, but her sister quickly and shyly pulled away.

My friend then said to her sister, "Lori told me that boys like this." Again my friend leaned down to place my cock in her mouth. Before she could, her sister's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "mom's coming!" Man, I couldn't get my pants up fast enough!

When her mom came into the apartment, she asked if we could help her carry more laundry down to the laundry room. I had a dilemma. How was I supposed to help with a bulging erection in my shorts!

Fortunately, my erection subsided and I was able to help. As we walked to the laundry room, my friend kept smiling at me. She whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "I still wanna try what Lori told me about." I had something to ponder and wondered what it would feel like.

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