This is my first story. I don’t feel confident enough to make something up, so I think I’ll just tell the story of my first real sexual experience. It probably has too much build up…but oh well. If it turns out that I have any talent at all, I’ll post more of my limited escapades.

My name is Bret. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest with less than 1,000 people. It was the kind of community where you feel that everyone knows everyone. I’d lived in the same house my entire life, as had my neighbors. To one side we had an elderly couple and to the opposite lived a divorced man and his two daughters, whom I had know for over ten years.

In the early days, I was forced to take a half mile walk to school every morning. Eventually, my sister (my elder by 3 years) got her drivers license and hauled me back and forth.

During the winter months, my mother had decided that my sister could also take my neighbors daughters to school every morning. I believe this was probably the beginning of my relationship with Kay, the older of the two.

At the time, I was 13, Kay was 12, and her younger sister, Brianna, was only 10 or 11.

It all started innocently enough. We would sneak looks at each other, talk, and hold hands.

As the years progressed, it was my turn to receive my license at the age of 16. My sister moved off for college, leaving me the responsibility of hauling our neighbors to school.

Now, it’s worth mentioning that Kay and I never really got into a REAL relationship. It was all just that kid stuff years ago. I dated several girls and considered the friendship Kay and I shared was based only on the ride to school. Kay never really got into the swing of the dating scene. I don’t fully understand why. She wasn’t model material, but she had a beautiful face topped with strawberry blonde hair. She stood 5’3 and couldn’t have weighed more than 125. To me, she was still beautiful.

My junior year, at 17, I was as horny as any other red-blooded teenager. Kay and Brianna would get in my truck every morning and it was all I could do to keep from getting a chub just looking at her. The ride to and from school was easily the highlight of my day.

My nights consisted of fantasizing about the things that could be between Kay and I. I’d lay in bed and we’d text each other all hours of the night, but neither of us let on that we had feelings for the other.

The way our homes are set up, Kay, Brianna, and I all had rooms on the top floor. The windows to Kay and I’s respected rooms faced each other almost perfectly with about 30 feet separating us. Briannas was down the hall from Kays. Kay also had her own full bathroom.

More than once I’d shut all my lights out and watch Kay move about her room. Her bed attired usually consisted of a tank top and a pair of oh so short shorts. On my lucky days, I’d catch Kay coming out of her bathroom with only a towel shielding her body from the world. Her body glistened from the shower water and she looked like a goddess to me.

Only once was I privileged enough to catch Kay coming out of her bathroom fully nude. At 16, puberty had done her well. As can be imagined, self-inflicted sexual exhaustion put me to sleep that night.
But I digress.

As January rolled around, boys basketball was in full swing.