ISLAND SUMMER                by: Mardee Louise

 

My first summer on the island was a season of discovery. I learned many things about myself and grew. Yet the most memorable lessons came from one my own age, a unique being who led me to self-discovery in ways I had not known existed.

I was spending the summer with my mother's friend while my mother ran through her latest relationship. Barb was nice but had little to offer me in the way of entertainment. Her daughter was off in the world;

Barb, her daughter and my mother had one great thing in common. All were unable to maintain long term relationships with men. I figured I could train for cross country running, the only fall sport I enjoyed. I never was a team player. And of course I could play music with Barb who still had me calling her Aunt Barb although there was no blood connection. My cello came to the island with me. Running along the roads of the hilly, isolated end of the island was great fun. Views of field and sea opened at every turn. It was a new road that morning, new in more ways than I could have guessed at the time. I came over a rise as the road made straight for the front of house, old and fairly large. In the yard was a girl about my age. The slender figure wore a tee shirt that covered the top third of the thighs. A dog stood near. I wasn't sure if this was a boy or a girl because the sun was in my eyes. I hoped it would be a boy. Girls threatened me. I could not cope with their sexuality that always seemed to be ahead of mine nor could I fathom the feelings they aroused in me. I still enjoyed the close companionship of boys over girls. The figure waved and smiled. "Hi. I'm Bobbie. Come visit after you run. I know you're with Miss Barb." I shouted, "okay." Still unsure whether Bobbie was Robert or Roberta, I watched the figure turn and disappear over the hill toward the shore. A gust of wind raised the hem of the tee shirt giving me a glimpse of pink panties. Bobbie smoothed the hem down in what was a demure gesture but one that aroused me. A moment ago the thought of hanging with a girl was anathema. Now I knew I would be back, often! When I strolled up after lunch Bobbie was sitting on a glider in the shade. She looked up from her book and smiled at me. She wore khaki short shorts rolled up even shorter. Her honey blond hair was cropped short in the newly fashionable boyish cuts. A boat neck tee completed her ensemble. Her feet were bare. Tiny breasts that were little more than nipples with conical swells of flesh caught my attention. Bobbie suppressed a giggle when she caught me staring.

She was lovely.

Bobbie showed me the boat dock on her beach and the sailboat she was allowed to use. We sat on the grass overlooking the sea. Bobbie drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms over her legs, her chin resting on her knees. "I'm so very glad you're going to be my friend," she said so unaffectedly. Such a wonderful contrast to the snotty girls back in the city who would only hang out with high school guys. We sat on our knees facing each other. Bobbie smiled provocatively. "I saw you looking at my..chest. I'm glad you like me that way." She took my hand and put it against her breast. I flushed and started to get hard. "But Matty, be careful because things aren't always what they seem ." I was puzzled by this remark and by the serious look that came over her lovely face. Her green eyes were so very expressive.

Suddenly Bobbie jumped to her feet and caught my hand. "Swim!" We ran toward the beach. It was half suggestion, half order. "No swim suit," I responded. "Who cares?" She shook my hand loose and pulled her shirt over her head as we ran. I did the same. Her shorts were undone and fell to her ankles. She kicked them away. We were at the water's edge. I clumsily undid my shorts and let them fall. It was an awkward moment for me. Bobbie was slender and firm. Her athletic young body could have been sculpted from marble but for the tan. She faced. I was enthralled and would have done anything. Her budding breasts caught my attention. She smiled and ran her hands over her sides and hips. She wore light blue nylon panties that just failed to reach her belly button.

Bobbie suddenly turned very serious. "Promise you won't be angry.

We could still be friends no matter what." I was very puzzled. "I want to be your friend and.. your boyfriend." That was hard to get out but I meant it. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and turned aside. Her delicious pale bottom was irresistible. She turned to me as her panties fell to her ankles. "See! Do you still want to be with me?" she said as she pointed to her cock! "Oh Bobbie. You're so beautiful. I'll be whatever you need me to be." She took my hand and we waded into the cold sea.

We frolicked like a pair of dolphins. I was delighted that Bobbie was a boy yet a girl. I didn't feel as threatened by Bobbi as I was by real girls. We rinsed off under the fresh water hose on the dock. The sun warmed and dried us as we lay on our backs, our finger tips barely touching. Bobbie leaned on her elbow and looked into my eyes. "Close your eyes." "Why," I asked. "That's what they do when they kiss in the movies." She giggled as she brought her lips to mine. Our arms and legs entwined as we kissed deeply. We broke apart and lay on our sides staring at each other. Excited yet frightened by not knowing what to do our finger tips roamed over thighs. Tongues found navels. We slipped into our clothes and held hands as we walked up to the house. A car pulled into the gate. A woman looking very much like an older Bobbi waved. "Meet my mom." Bobbie's dad had been killed in the war and her mom was afraid that Bobbie might meet the same fate so she treated Bobbi as a girl. Bobbie related this to me rather quickly as we walked toward the car. She must have read my mind: I was wondering how this strange transformation came about and was tolerated by Bobbi's family. I was awed by her mom's warm smile as well as by the amount of leg she showed as she got out of the car. I reasoned that if I'm still turned on by girls and women then I'm not really a "queer." But then again...who cares?

I played a lot of Dvorak that evening after dinner. Suitably romantic I thought. I saw Bobbie's face and graceful form before me as I fell asleep. I awoke thinking of Bobbie's touch, of her kiss. I was rock hard. Why am I calling Bobbi "her" when she has the same plumbing I do? Because she chose to be a girl and she is better at it and more desirable than any girl my age I had ever met. Bobbi was leaning on the fence as I ran past her house. She extended her arm with a cup of water for me. She brushed her lips over mine. "Have lunch here with me." Except for her penis Bobbi was the perfect girl. Nope, she was more perfect for having a penis. That I understood. The anatomy of real girls was a mystery and one that I would not solve for years to come. Nor did I want to if Bobbi was my girlfriend!

Lunch was cold lobster salad with homemade bread. We sat on the back porch and looked at the sea. We felt so grownup, so sophisticatedly romantic. Bobbie's foot came to rest on my thigh under the wicker table.

She knew how to tease without being slutty. I was enthralled. A maid served us some iced tea and cookies. Thunderstorms were moving in but would pass quickly. "Come see my room." The room was really a suite. Bobbi showed me her bed with a doll and a teddy bear on the pillow. She had tons of clothes. Some were clearly girl's outfits, other might be for boys or girls. What surprised me were her athletic trophies. Drawings and paintings were abundant and they were Bobbi's own work. She was remarkably talented in art and her talent had been noticed by the "right people." We sat in a window seat in a tower room at the end of her "suite."

We kept the lights off as the sky darkened and the lightning flashed.

"Let me be pretty for you." Bobbi stood up unbuttoning her blouse as she did. She stepped out of her jeans and wiggled her panties down as she walked away from me. Bobbi returned wearing a slip or petticoat that had a white bodice and flared into a full skirt. She twirled so the skirt flared out revealing her white, lace edged panties. Bobbi straddled my thighs and kissed me. Her fingers undid my shirt.

Her hands roamed over my body. She pulled my face against her hard nipples. I kissed them through the silken bodice. I began to suck those delicious nipples. Desperately I pushed the straps off her shoulders and eased the bodice below her nipples. We fell to the floor as Bobbi pulled my trousers and my briefs down. I awkwardly kicked them away. Bobbie was leaning over me, fondling my balls. I lay back panting. Suddenly her mouth enveloped my cock-head. Her tongue swirled around the rim. I exploded in spasms, huge body wrenching spasms that came from the base of my spine in electrical quivering crescendos of ecstasy. Bobbi smiled at me as I lay spent. She cradled my head in her lap and crooned to me. To my amazement i was soon rigid once more.

Bobbi stood up and stepped out of her petticoat. I rose to my knees and pulled her toward me. I nuzzled her cock through the cool white panties. She was as hard as I was. I pulled her panty crotch aside and allowed her cock to rise to its fullest. I took her in my mouth as she moaned and fell to the floor. My tongue ran down the underside of her shaft. I licked her balls and hungrily returned to her cock-head. She writhed and moaned as she exploded in my mouth. Which was more satisfying? Pleasing Bobbi or being pleased by her? It was mid August when Bobbi and I reached a new level in our love making. We had been swimming and lay drying in the sun as a cool breeze came up. Clouds teased our sunshine. In the breeze and shadow Bobbi felt chilly. She inched closer and rested her hand on my inner thigh.

I was half erect. My hand brushed the coolness of her pink panties.

Bobbi turned on her side rolling onto my arm as she did so. She tugged ta my other arm as if covering herself with a blanket. We were in the spoon position with my groin against Bobbi's firm bottom. My bottom hand was between her thighs. I could sense but not feel her silken panties.

Bobbi drew my top hand to her breast. Her balls now rested in my other hand. I fondled them gently feeling her intense erection. Bobbi's hand was now caressing my balls. She wiggled her panties down to the top of her thighs. The warmth of her bottom was arousing me beyond endurance.

She raised her upper leg and put my cock-head against her hole. Thrusting back and holding me near, she enveloped my cock-head with her tight hole. I was moaning and whimpering with sensations I hadn't dreamed possible. Bobbi clamped her sphincter around my cock. I writhed and screamed with delight and passion. We were soon thrusting in rhythm. I exploded as Bobbi shot in my hand. That summer of discovery ended all too soon. It was not the end of our relationship. But those are other stories.

 

 

Mardee Louise

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