A delicious memory from my youth of swimming one summer afternoon with the girl from next door. We innocently, and shamelessly look and touch each other through our swimwear.
Our family of four, lived in a house with three bedrooms and a small office. In the backyard we assembled an above ground pool, which was the only pool in the street. The children from the other houses would often join me and my brother swimming throughout the hot summers.
The children on this street comprised 5 or 6 boys and two girls. The oldest girl, Monique was two years older than me and she had older boys as friends so we didn’t see much of her. But when she did join in our favourite game of “chasings” in the bushland I always enjoyed spending time sharing a hiding place, or running with her. I went to an all-boys school and only had a brother, so seeing Monique’s developing body shape under her clothes was educational, and arousing. I don’t know if she noticed my glances or not. She never showed any interest in me that I noticed. But I was pretty naive and she was a kind friend still.
Monique had a younger brother David who was my age, and a younger sister, Annie. On hot days our gang of children would spend hours in the pool. I remember one very special day.
After an hour in the pool, only Annie and I were left. We both had goggles and were swimming lengths of the short pool underwater. I enjoyed looking at her cute bikini clad body underwater as we passed each other or followed each other. I know I had quite an erection for a 13 year old in my speedos, as I stared intently at her crotch as she swam...imagining what mysterious body parts lay just under that thin fabric.
Much to my surprise she was also interested in my body. This became clear when she grabbed my shoulders and dunked me, then locked one of my lower legs between her thighs as she tickled my tummy and appeared to ‘accidentally’ slide her hands over my speedos to feel what was bulging there. It was incredibly arousing, knowing she was touching me intentionally, and she was holding my shin, clamped between her thighs and pushed against her bikini-clad pussy. I still remember the softness I could feel, and the warmth. I later learned that my half-hearted wriggles to escape were probably pressing my shin against her pleasurably. This went on for some minutes without either of us talking or acknowledging the boundary we willingly explored.
As I discovered regular masturbation, thoughts of Annie were prominent. I also wondered if my mother had any awareness of what happened in the pool that afternoon. Sometimes it’s best for parents to let children play and learn without shame.
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