There were about 7-9 of us kids in the neighborhood when I was growing up.One was older than everyone, Ron, then 5-6 of us all the same age and then a couple or three who were a year younger.
One girl, I’ll name Alicia, was a cute gal with a pretty good shape and dirty blonde hair.As we reached puberty and all of us guys started getting good hard ons, the gals started getting nice little fannies and growing boobs.
Usually after dinner in the summer time, a handful of us would walk to the city pool where if no one was on the diving boards, we could swim in the dive tank.It was 12’ and so we had to continually be moving.Sherry sometimes would wear a bikini.Being my age, I would have loved to pulled those bottoms off and at least shoved my fingers in her coochie.She developed really nicely into what I surmised as D-cups. I came to this conclusion because while none of us ever got to play with her boobs, she often had a gape in her blouse buttons in school. I did get to play with and suck on Alicia’s boobs.Of course, that entails getting her bra off and looking at the tag which showed her to have a C cup measurement on a 28” band.Her bras were always just plain white cotton and nylon which was the norm for the late 70s early 80s.I think she might have worn cotton bikini panties but honestly other than when we fooled around, all I remember doing is pulling them down.
So back to the pool.We would talk to the lifeguards who worked the dive tank and they would show us the process/procedure for bringing someone ‘to shore’ who had been struggling or might have been on the verge of drowning.That entails laying on your back, wrapping an arm around the back and across the chest of the ‘victim’.Sherry would smack at our arms and hands if we ventured beyond the lower rib cage but Alicia never flinched when any of us held her higher, often times cupping the bottom of her tits.Alicia almost always wore a super tight, full bottom but high cut leg, low cut top, red one-piece suit.The neighbor (from the co-ed story) still wanted someone to stay overnight and Sherry had done so a couple of times because I couldn’t and Ron and I stayed over a couple of times together, if we were going to be doing something early in the morning.It was easier for us to just get up, get dressed and go instead of waiting at each other’s house.Well, it was really warm one night that Ron and I decided to stay over together, so we arranged with the lady of the house, that we would probably stay downstairs or on the enclosed porch because it would be much cooler for us.About 11pm we went on a swimsuit raid.
We snuck off the porch and into the shadow super quick.We ran across the street to where Alicia lived and snagged that red one-piece off the line in the backyard.It was virtually dry.Back on the prowl we went, down the to the corner to where Sherry lived and JACK POT!Her bikini was on the line too! We quickly grabbed it, shoved everything down the front of our shorts and high tailed it back to the house.As soon as we were on the porch, we stripped out of our shorts and t-shirts and put on the swim suits.We both soon sported hard ons that as a 14–15-year-old were pretty freaking hard!We stood in front of each other and rubbed each other’s ass and grabbed ‘boobs’ and banged our bulging ****s against each other.I leaned and gave Ron a kiss and he responded by shoving his tongue down my throat.While we were locked up like that, I put my hand down the bikini bottom and popped his meat out and started stroking him.He sat down on the chaise lounge and adjusted so his **** was coming out of a leg opening and started stroking it himself.He told me to take mine out and we should beat off together, so I did.We were both about the same length and girth but he had a flatter head and mine came more to a point.That was really our only differences.I told him to lick me and we moved so he could pull me into his mouth.That adolescent blow job was amazing although he didn’t go long enough to get me off.We changed position again and I blew him for a little bit.We ended up jerking off and cumming in our respective swimsuits, making sure to load up the cotton crotch with teenage goo.In the morning, as the light was coming through the open windows of the porch, we woke up wearing the swimsuits.One could easily have seen them if they looked hard enough through the windows so after a really quick caress of each other’s limp noodles and asses and tits, we stripped off the suits and got dressed.I stashed the suits under some cushions ready for us to play in the again soon.
