Young Love

I guess I'm not that unusual, at least from what I've read on the bbs's, in that at age 19, in 1973, I became very friendly with a younger girl. Terri and I were both in the same youth organization and we travelled very frequently during the summer. The summer of '73 became incredibly good because of her.

I hadn't really even noticed Terri until about May of the year. We had a weekend rehearsal (we were in a band type activity) that started Friday evening and ended Sunday afternoon. Anyway, I had just gotten back to the main building on Saturday evening after having slipped away with a few friends to drink some beers when I saw this cute little kid sitting by the door just watching what was going on. Just sitting there I couldn't really tell her age although I knew she was young, very young. I walked up to her and we talked for a few minutes before my friends came back and things started getting really noisy. I could tell she was uncomfortable sitting there so I suggested that we go take a walk around. To this day, I am amazed that my friends made no comment as we walked into the darkness of the practice field.

(I need to add that there were over 100 of us there, 65-70 guys and 30-35 girls. It wasn't that rare, considering the ages involved, 12 - 20, that a guy and girl would be walking off in the evening.)

We walked off into the cool night air and talked. I found out that Terri had just joined us about three weeks ago and that her older brother was also there. She said she really didn't like any of the girls there, that the young ones acted so young and that the older ones didn't want her hanging around. As we walked I let my arm brush up against her and took her hand into mine. She didn't seem to mind at all so we walked along further, hand in hand. As we walked and talked, I let her do most of the talking, simply asking questions as we walked. Terri was only twelve, I was to find out, and had never had anything resembling a boyfriend. I recall that she was so natural and easy to talk to that it was almost amazing that she was as young as she was. We ended up walking clear to the other side of the camp we were rehearsing at, I guess it was probably a good half-mile or so, to a hill that overlooked the entire area. There was only a dim moon that night and I remember seeing just a dim view of her sweet face as we sat down together on that hill. It's a sight I don't think I'll ever forget.

We talked some more and I moved closer to her, putting my arm around her shoulder, saying something about keeping her warm. Again, she made no effort to pull away. Instead I remember that she simply sat there looking off at the buildings in the distance. After ten minutes or so of just small talk I pulled her closer to me and faced towards her, kissing her lightly on the lips. I remember being almost shocked as she pulled me towards her, laying back on her back so that we could get even closer.

We kissed for a few minutes, my tongue probing her mouth as we did. I recall the first time that I let my hand slide up her side, coming to rest on her barely developing chest, the sweet semi-softness of the rise there. Nothing like any of the older girls I had made out with. I also recall being kind of amused that she felt the need for a bra, she really had only started to develop.

With no hesitation or resistance from her from my hand resting on her chest, I undid the buttons to her shirt and let it fall away to the sides of her body. Her skin was smoother than any I had ever felt before and so cool to the touch. I've never felt anything like it since. Still not gaining any resistance from her, (in fact, she was almost aggressive in seeking out my mouth with her tongue), I pulled her slightly to the side and reached my hand behind her, undoing the hooks that kept her bra connected. She made a sound as the hooks snapped open but again offered no resistance.

As I wrote earlier, the moon was only a dim light that evening and I recall sliding my head down her neck and resting it lightly on her shoulder as I seeked out the nipples on her small mounds. Being of a light complexion, hers were barely noticeable against her already pale skin. As I touched one however, it hardened almost immediately and she grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer to her. I rolled the tip of the tight skin between my fingers for a moment before moving my head to the nub and taking it into my mouth. (Taking it between my lips is more the truth since there wasn't enough there to consider sucking on.)

I felt Terri's young body respond as I licked and softly bit at her breast, urging me on. Taking the hint, I let my right hand slide down her stomach and come to rest at her crotch, my middle finger dropping between her legs. In her first instance of resistance, I felt her legs tightly close against my hand. Even so, she made no effort to push me away. I let my finger press in against her as we lay there kissing and, little by little, I felt her relax against me.

I guess it was at about this point that I realized that we were laying on this hill within direct view of the buildings and that it probably wasn't a good idea. On my suggestion, we got up and moved to the other side of the hill, out of sight. I now knew what I wanted and I really didn't want any company out here.

Once on the other side, Terri moved to lay down again but I stopped her. Pulling her close to me, we kissed in a standing position as I let my fingers explore her hardened nipples. I couldn't then and I still can't believe the way this twelve year old body felt. I'm not gay and I've never had any urge to try that scene but I can imagine that, standing there holding that boyish young body, the way two guys must feel together. As we stood there close to each other, I let my hand slip down and undo her belt and the opening to her jeans. While she still offered no resistance, I could sense that she was getting uncomfortable with the whole situation. I remember trying to comfort her as much as I could with soft whispers that it would be OK but really, at this point, I was probably a little to far gone. My cock was straining at my own pants, I know she felt it, and honestly I don't really blame her for being a little scared.

Once her belt and jeans were released it was an easy task to pull both them and her girlish cotton panties down over her slim hips and legs. She stepped out of them easily and stood in front of me, nude from the waist down and her shirt open in the front. I nearly came right then and there as I viewed that young body. She was beautiful, at least in my mind at that moment. She had just the slightest hint of developing breasts and such a smooth flat stomach. My eyes lowered to her hips and her midsection. Just the slightest down-like hair had begun to sprout around her virgin slit. I guess I stared a moment too long because she pulled me close to her again and kissed me.

I lowered her to the ground as I removed my own shirt and undid my belt. I remember watching Terri's eyes as I undid my own belt and jeans and let them and my shorts drop to the ground. Her eyes gazed at my enlarged cock and, for the first time that evening, I saw real fear in her face. I lay down next to her quickly for fear that she might change her mind at this late time.

Laying down next to her, I reached into my jean pocket and retrieved a condom. She stared at my cock as I slid the latex down over it. Thinking back, I remember almost shaking as I did so. I was not a virgin myself but this was the first time I would have one. I had made love to two girls previously, on a large number of occasions, but this one would be different. The other two were well along the line of development and were, well, to be honest, sluts. They both had a reputation of giving it to any guy who wanted it.

Having completed getting the condom over my cock, I rolled next to her and again began to kiss her deeply. I again let my hand slide down between her legs and let my middle finger probe between the folds of skin there. This time she didn't press her legs together, in fact, she opened them wider. I remember her beginning to make kind of low sounds occasionally and I knew I was practically home free. Letting my finger continue to roam I realized that some moisture had become apparent there. At the time I honestly wasn't sure if a virgin would have any natural lubrication down there, especially with her closed opening. There wasn't a lot, but there was some.

I let my finger feel out her unviolated opening, trying to spread her lips apart a bit to let my finger enter her. I remember even now thinking that if she was this tight on my finger, how the hell can I get my cock into her. But, it was time to find out.

I rolled onto her thin body and let my cock replace my finger at her opening. Pressing forward I felt her body begin to envelope my cock. With the condom on it was difficult to gauge just how far I was getting but, with slow and steady back and forth motions I began to enter her. Each movement forward was greeting with a small grunt from Terri, not from her mouth but seemingly deep inside of her. Finally, feeling myself on the verge of losing control, I jammed myself the rest of the way into her body. With the sound that came from her I was afraid I had seriously hurt her but quickly she relieved that fear by grabbing hold of me and biting into my shoulder. We lay still for a moment as I allowed her body to become accustomed to my entrance. I was stuck in what seemed like a vise, my cock grasped as if her pussy was a fist. Each time I moved she grunted and, although I'm not proud of this, it took only four or five pumps for me to feel myself coming. As I began to I picked up the motions and began screwing as if she were experienced. Finally, pushing myself deep into her, I came.

The two of us lay together there for some time, I'm not sure quite how long. I became aware that Terri's body was drenched in sweat and that her skin had become cold and clammy in the night air. Still though, her body held my cock as if it were in a vise.

Withdrawing from her slim body, I went to my knees. Looking down at her now spread opening, I could barely see through the dim light that she had indeed been a virgin. Glancing at my latex covered cock, I could see the slight stain of blood that was on it. Slipping the condom off, I tossed it down the hill and lay down towards the young girl that still lay silent on her back. Kissing her softly on the lips, I helped her to her feet. In complete silence we got dressed and walked back over the hill. As we approached the top of it, she took my hand in hers.