Summer Rental
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MY SUMMER LOVE
BY
JANICE
My name is Ron and I am sixteen years old but am more than small for my
age, I stand just less than five feet tall and maybe, if soaking wet,
will weigh in at about one hundred pounds.
I live with my single mom and we were unloading our car at a summer
rental house. We were supposed to be there for about a month, maybe
more.
With my height and young looks I have many times been mistaken for a
pre-teen, which led to a very lonely teen age period.
I saw her as soon as mom and I pulled into the driveway of the rental
cottage we were going to stay at for a month; most of the community was
summer rentals.
She was playing with a basketball, just shooting baskets and I noticed
that she barely had any boobs. She was wearing a tank top and pants and
she saw me as soon as I stepped out of the car. She was kind of pretty
for a twelve year old.
She watched as I helped my mom unload the car and I felt her eyes on me
as I walked in and out of the cabin.
As soon as we finished she and her mother came over with cold soda. She
introduced herself, her name was Karol, with a "K" and she was indeed
twelve years old. While the moms got acquainted we, Karol with a "K" and
I got to know each other. It was to be a friendship that lasted the
entire time we were there, about a month and a half.
Mom and I put our stuff away and were finished just before supper time.
Karol and her mother asked us if we wanted to go out for a quick supper.
Karol changed into a dress; she looked prettier than in the pants and
tank top she wore earlier.
I thought to myself, "It is too bad she is so young. I might like to
hang out with someone that pretty."
We sat next to each other at the restaurant and I could feel the heat of
her body on my bare leg; (I was wearing shorts).
I really wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation but I soon
realized that Karol was told to show me around town the next day;
She had been there a couple of weeks already and knew her way around and
knew some other kids. The meal was over and we were half way home when I
realized that they, Karol and her mother, were under the impression that
I was about her age.
Mom told me that they indeed did think I was the pre-teen I looked to
be. I was so used to being taken for so young that it did not bother me
that much. At least I would have someone to hang around with for the
next few weeks.
The next morning Karol came over to my cabin in the mid morning to show
me around.
She told me that Saturday, today was Tuesday, she would be 13 years old
and she invited me to her birthday party, I knew then for sure then that
she thought I was a pre teen without a doubt.
She took my hand as we walked the three short blocks to the hangout
where I was introduced as the new guy. There were three guys and three
girls there and it seemed to me that they were nice people. Never having
any real friends before, I did not know what was cool or not cool but I
did feel completely at ease with these kids so I played along with them
and acted like I was their age.
The next few days were fun for me. With my mother, and the "gang" at the
hangout referring to Karol as my girlfriend, and me as her boyfriend;
and the fact that the last (puppy love) girlfriend I had was when I was
12 years old, I too looked at her as my girlfriend. The hardest thing
was acting down to their ages but I soon got used to it.
Her birthday was the funest. She looked so dam cute in her party dress.
I was, quite naturally, invited to her party, along with the "gang". I,
we, wore casual clothing, clean shirts and pants. I knew I was going to
enjoy the party because I had been told that there would be kissing
games there and I was so looking forward to at last kissing Karol, and
of course the other girls.
Mom had bought her something for her birthday, I had no idea what but
what the hell, I was the one giving it to her and then I would get my
first kiss from a girl in years as I handed it to her.
The other girls were pretty too in their party dresses. There was some
talking and then some dancing and as I held Karol in my arms something
happened that doesn't happen to me but three or four times a year. Do I
have to spell it out for you; it happened again when we were playing the
obligatory kissing games but with all the girls.
We were all sitting on the floor in the typical boy, girl, boy, girl
formation. I had already kissed and been kissed by the other two girls
there, Amy and Beth and I enjoyed it but it seemed that Karol and I
would never get to kiss each other. "What the hell is the matter with
me? Here I am among a bunch of 12 and 13 year olds waiting to be kissed
by one of them," I kept thinking to myself. Then it came. Karol spun and
it stopped on me; well, not exactly on me but half way between me and
Beth who was squatting next to me so naturally, being the boy, I was the
one she had to kiss. I had been anticipating this from the minute I laid
my eyes on her I wanted to hold her and kiss her sweet lips, and I did.
As our lips touched I felt my underdeveloped penis stir. I usually have
to play with it for several minutes before something like that happens.
Was my body telling me that she was the girl for me?
Gad! She tasted sweet. It always seemed to take forever for us to share
each others lips but we did, time and again, and each time Johnny
stirred, I knew he was going to get a workout that night.
Finally her mother broke up the party. Although she only lived next door
to me she walked me home, the long way, down the block and to the park
in back of our houses. It took almost an hour to get back to my house.
In the park we did some making out and I even felt her teeny titties a
few times, and they were teeny.
In front of my house we again kissed and I grabbed a handful of her
sweet little ass. I was going to make up for years of loneliness in the
six weeks or so that I was going to be there.
I knew the implications of someone finding out I was really 16 and going
out with a 13 year old girl. All I had to do was to make sure that no
one found out.
I talked things over with my mother, actually I did the talking, I told
her that I loved Karol and she was going to be my girlfriend and that
was all there was too it. The next day Karol and I went to the beach
which was nearby.
She wore her bathing suit under a top and shorts. She looked so cute in
her shorts and had a good set of legs for a teen and after all this time
I was able to see that she did have some tits, small but tits and you
know what they say, "more than a handful is a waste."
Although no one said it yet, yesterday at her party was sort of our
unofficial "Going together announcement."
We kissed each other when we met in front of my house and I swear her
kisses were even sweeter than the previous day. With arms around each
other we strolled to the beach where we met Amy and Beth and Fred and
Lionel.
They had just gotten there themselves and had the blankets spread on the
sand. Karol and I put ours next to theirs and unpacked our picnic
hampers. We had planned on spending all day there.
The girls striped down to their swim suits. I was a bit disappointed to
see that Karol did not have much of a body but after all, she was only
thirteen, what did I expect?
I did see that her hips were developing, as well as her breast mentioned
before and her waist was a bit thin. I tried imagining what she would
look like in a year or so, lucky would be the guy that finally got her
when she was fully developed.
The first thing we all did was to hit the water. I was having the time
of my life. Being the runt that I was I never had much of a teen life,
hell. I never even had a teen life.
I loved being with her, I don't exactly think I could say I loved her
but I was dam close. We did some more kissing and touchy feely but I
always kept my hands above her waist. I had to draw the line somewhere
and if I ever got found out being sixteen and fondling a thirteen year
old I wanted to keep it to a minimum.
Another week passed, Karol and I were with each other most of our waking
hours.
One day our mothers were at the mall shopping. Karol and I were at her
house watching something on TV when she excused herself from my arms to
go to the ladies room.
Being the horney pre-teen that I now was, I thought it would be fun to
sneak up to the bathroom and see if I could peek in on her on the throne
and maybe see her pussy or something. I snuck up and luck was with me, I
saw that the door was cracked a little so I peeked in on her and what I
saw shocked the hell out of me; she was standing up in front of the bowl
holding her cock in her hand, pissing a stream. She was a guy!!!
She must have heard me gasp because she turned around and saw me looking
at her standing there with a handful of cock, which just happened to be
hers.
She quickly put it back and zippered her pants while I just stood there
with my mouth open. What do you say when you find out that the first
girl you ever fell for is a guy? It must have been a full minute before
either of us could speak. I was standing in the doorway blocking her way
out. She tried to pass me but I grabbed her buy the shoulders.
She started to cry, and I think I was about to do so myself.
"I think you owe me an explanation," I said as I grabbed her tightly. I
didn't know what to think, at the same time I wanted to hit her...
him... what ever.
With tears streaming down her sweet face she started talking.
"When I was about eight years old..." she started, "my mother thought it
would be cute if I went 'Trick or Treating' for Halloween with my
cousin. It was a spur of the moment deal and I had no costume so I wore
something she, my cousin, had lying around. It was a princess costume.
"At first I felt funny in the costume, because it was a girls costume
and I was a boy, but I soon got to like it and was as comfortable in it,
as if I was wearing my regular clothes. My cousin, Rebecca, wore a
Bride's Gown.
"We spent the afternoon trick or treating and got a big bagful of
goodies.
"Later Becca wanted to go out again, but she wanted to wear the Princess
costume, so we exchanged dresses. I liked the Bride's dress even more
than I liked the Princess one.
"After trick or treating I kept the dress on until bedtime. It was a
weekend and we, mom and I, were staying for the weekend at my cousin's.
"The next day was a Sunday and we were getting ready for church and I
wanted to wear a dress to church like my cousin. My mom said I couldn't
and I behaved like a spoiled brat and ranted and raved until she finally
agreed.
"My cousin lent me one of her dresses and I wore it to church and all
the rest of the day.
"It was only when we had to go home that I put back my own clothes. I
asked my mom if I could wear dresses at home and after a few weeks of my
being a pain in the ass she agreed and bought me some girls' things at a
thrift shop.
"Within a year I was wearing dresses more than pants. Within two years I
was wearing dresses all the time and thought of myself as a girl. I
lived as a girl ever since. My friends would make fun of me and
sometimes hit me but I wanted to be a girl so much I didn't care. The
only friend I had was Becca.
"About six months ago Becca's mom thought she, Becca, should be taking
birth control pills, but she didn't want to, so I took them. I think
that is why I started developing these breasts.
"When I saw you moving in next door I got a sort of funny feeling in my
heart, and knew I wanted you to be my first boyfriend.
"You know the rest.
"Do you hate me?"
By the time she, or should I say he, finished, we were sitting on the
bed and I had my arm around him. I looked into his face and all I saw
was a pretty "girl" who I think I loved.
I leant into him and kissed him. (He is a guy so I will refer to him in
that genre).
"Are you going to tell on me to our friends?" he asked.
"No sweetheart, this will be just between you and me."
We were constantly with each other after that, even more so than before.
Somewhere about that time our mothers got involved in volunteer work at
the youth center a few hours in the afternoon.
Karol and I were playing basketball one afternoon and got all sweaty. We
thought a shower would be nice. Being boyfriend and girlfriend, and
young, and alone in the house; we thought it would be fun to shower
together. What could happen, we were both guys.
We stripped and the first thing we did was to compare penises. Both were
small and looked underfed, mine because of my affliction and Karol's
because of his taking the pill. Naturally we started playing with each
others cocks. Neither of us was able to give or get an erection but we
did get a lot of feeling and did see a few drops of fluid come from our
pricks.
Showering together was fun, soaping each other all over, more fun than I
ever had in my life. The first time in my sixteen years getting turned
on and it is with a thirteen year old guy, weird, huh?
We dressed, me in shorts and tee shirt and him in a skirt and top, were
innocent angles when our mothers came home.
This became a ritual for the rest of the summer, shower together and
have our touchy-feely sessions.
The one thing that irritated me was my mother constantly harping on the
fact that I was sixteen and was going with such a young girl, I wondered
how she would react if I told her not to worry, she wasn't a thirteen
year old girl, she was a thirteen year old guy, Not to well I think.
Well, Labor Day weekend came and most of us would be going home. There
would be a dance for the kids Saturday night; naturally Karol and I were
going as dates. He told me about the new gown his mother bought for him
and I was dying to see him in it.
I was in my suit. I went to pick him up for the dance and when I saw how
lovely he looked I could swear that I started getting a hard on. He was
beautiful.
The dance was fun if you liked being with a bunch of pre-teens, it was a
dance for pre-teens and although I did feel a bit out of place I had
fun, some of those young girls were really pretty and I kept thinking
how they would look in a few short years.
I took Karol to a closet where we had some fun playing touchy-feely with
each others asses and a few times he grabbed a handful of my nuts. I
tried feeling his a few times but his dress was too tight to really get
any so I had to lift his dress.
It was finally the last dance of the last night we would be together; it
was also the slowest dance of the night. Karol and I were not the only
ones taking advantage of the closeness, I saw quite a few couples who
seemed to be grinding their hips together, I was surprised that kids so
young were aware of the action.
Waiting for our parents a lot of the kids used the time as Karol and I
did, kissing and feeling each other. Slowly the parking lot emptied and
my mother came to pick us up.
The ten minute ride to home we were glued together not wanting to part.
Mom gave us a few minutes to say goodbye in front of the house. I did
the best I could to relieve myself of the tension that night and lay in
bed wondering if Karol was doing the same.
We were to leave just after brunch the next day so the four of us ate
together, as usual Karol looked fabulous.
He was in a short white dress which barely covered his hips and it was
no secret that he had a bit of padding in his bra.
We both knew we would never be seeing each other again so we made brunch
last as long as possible.
Finally it was over.
I often wonder what he is doing and sometimes wonder what if we did meet
again, would we still be boyfriend and girlfriend, does some lucky guy
have her in his arms right now?
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