A Swim at Bunker Hill

It was the third day of softball finals. My cousin was playing in the league and I was stuck at the park in the more than 90 degree weather because my aunt never let me stay home alone. While walking around I saw Rachael. I walked up to her and said hi.

“Hey Mikhail,” she said. “How are you?”

“Good thanks. What are you doing here?” I asked, scratching my head.

“I was bored,” she said. “I heard a bunch of people would be here so I came. Didn’t know you would be here though. Let’s go walk around.”

“Ok,” I said. Rachael and I had been friends since as long as I could remember. People that don’t know us tend to think we are brother and sister because we are always together, but also because we look alike.

Rachael has long, shoulder length blonde hair while my blonde hair goes a little past my ears and over my eyebrows. We were both very thin and both had sapphire blue eyes, a trait in my family. She had pink, powdy lips while mine were pink but less powdy. The only real difference we had between us was that her chest started to really poke out. Other than that we looked almost like two 12 year old twins.

“Hey Mikhail,” she said. “Let’s climb up the hill.” Before I could say anything she grabbed my hand and we were running toward Bunker Hill.

It’s not exactly what you think. The actual Bunker Hill is thousands of miles from my house. This hill was given the name because every winter the kids in the neighborhood have snow ball wars and turn it into their war zone. The name just fit.

Anyway, we made it to the top of the hill and looked over. There were a bunch of trees and a trail that leads down to the river. She grabbed my hand again and we started running down the dirt trail through all the bushes until we came to the small opening of grassy land at the bottom.

“Its so hot out,” I complained as I wiped my forehead.

“Do you want to swim?” she asked. She was taking off her sandals and was walking toward the shallow water.

“I would,” I told her, “but I don’t have any trunks or anything.”

“It’s alright. We could go skinny dipping.”

“Umm, what is that?” I asked. I honestly had no idea what it was.

“It’s when you go swim without any clothes on. Come on it will be fun and be so refreshing.” She seemed so eager to do it.
I looked around and could see that no one was around. There was a small row boat ways down the river but it didn’t seem like anyone was in it. I looked back up the hill and saw that no one was coming and no one would be able to see us even if they were standing up there.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” I said.

“Great!” she exclaimed. She was already pulling her pink tank top over her head revealing a white trainer bra. She pulled down her baby blue shorts and I could see the white panties she was wearing. “Come on get undressed”

“Oh yeah,” I said. I pulled off my red T-Shirt and threw it to the ground. I never really minded having my shirt off because I had done gymnastics for a bunch of years and already had abs beginning to define themselves and pecs that were beginning to push through the skin. I started to pull down my jean shorts and that’s when I began to get embarrassed. My pecker was already standing at attention and it was showing through my briefs.

I looked over at her and saw that she already took her bra off. Her boobs were still pretty small but she had big, puffy nipples. She reached down and into the band of her panties and began pulling them down. I was amazed at what I saw. She had hair. She had a patch of blonde hairs above her slit and a bit growing down the sides of the lips. I was so embarrassed because I didn’t even have any,

“Come on pull down your underwear,” she said. She sounded more pleading than demanding.

I hunched over and began pulling down the under wear. By this time my stiffy went down because of the embarrassment I was feeling. I kicked my underwear to the side and had my hands cupped over my pecker and balls.

“Aww come on Mikhail,” she said giggling. “You can’t swim like that.” She walked up to me and grabbed my hand away from my body. I let go of my privates and there they were for her to see.

“Oh wow,” she said.

“What?” I asked her, looking down and sounding worried.

“Why do you have all that skin at the end?” she asked, flicking it with her finger. That immediately made me stiff again. “Haha wow,” she giggled. She got down on her knees and was looking at it up close.

“I don’t know why the skin is at the end,” I told her. I tried stepping back from her cause she was so close I could feel her breathing on it but she inched closer.

“Please, please, please let me touch it,” she said.

“Wh-why?” I stammered. The idea of her touching me would make me go crazy.

“I’ll let you feel mine,” she told me. That got me really stiff. I always thought Rachael was so cute and thinking about touching her would be great.

“Umm, alright you can touch me then,” I said. Right away she put my 4 ½” pecker between her thumb and index finger and started stroking. She was going up and down at a steady pace making the skin tract and retract and started to fondle my balls with her other hand.

“It’s so hard,” she said. “I want to taste it.”

“Wha!” I exclaimed but before I could do anything she had my dick in her mouth. It felt so good. She put both her hands over my butt cheeks and was moving her head back and forth. She was squeezing her lips over my dick and was could feel her tongue moving all around it, even getting between the skin that covered the head.

“Ahh,” I moaned. I bent my head back and put both my hands on top of her head. It seemed more a reaction than my own will. I started pushing my hips forward. It felt so good. I could hear the sound of my balls tapping her chin and the wet sucking sound she was making. I was about to go over the edge when she took me out of her mouth and stopped.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked, partially out of breath.

“Well,” she started, “my pussy is all wet now and I want you to put your dick in me.” She sat down on the grass and spread her legs. I could see the wetness between her legs glistening on her lips and in the little hairs she had.

“O-ok yeah!” I said. I knelt down and front of her and started to push my dick down so that it could go in her hole. My dick would stand against my belly when I got hard. She laid down flat on her back and closed her eyes.

I poke the head in between her lips. I could feel the warmness and wetness of the inside. I pushed in a bit farther. Then with one mighty thrust I just pushed it in. She let out a loud gasp and her body jerked upward. I pulled out a bit but then put it back in. I got over her in the pushup position with my hands holding the grass. I started to pump my hips up and down.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Keep doing it like that Mikhail. It feels good.” Her eyes were closed and she was talking softly.

I kept moving my hips up and down in a steady motion. I could feel her thighs against mine and I got tickled by her little hairs that were brushing my pelvic area. The sun was beating down on my back and I could feel a slight breeze sweep against our bodies. I kept pumping up and down and put my head down near her chest and started licking her nipples. I really wanted to taste them and see what they were like.

“Ahh,” she gasped. I kept pumping faster and sucked her nipples. I could feel myself getting close again to the feeling I had when she was sucking me.

“Rachael,” I said. “It feels so good. Your vagina is so tight.”

“Keep going,” she told me. She started hugging my back and her breathing was getting faster. My breathing got faster too and I started pushing harder. She let out small yelps each time I pushed down.

“Ahh, here it is,” I said. I clenched my teeth and I started to feel it. I started feeling her slit fill up with my jizz. I stopped pumping and just let myself empty inside of her. The pressure was so great.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she arched her back. I knew she was hitting her pleasure point too. I got off of her and passed out right next to her catching my breath. My pecker was soft now and sticking against my thigh. I looked between her legs and could see the white goo dripping out from between the lips.

“That felt awesome.” I told her.

“Yeah.” She said. “Too bad we didn’t go swimming.” We both laughed and went to go put on out clothes. All of a sudden we heard some people coming down the trail. We looked at each other and hurried up to put our clothes on. Two older boys, one black and one white, emerged from the trail along with a black girl.

“What are you’s doing here?” The black one asked.

“Nothing,” I told him. “Umm we were just about to go.” I grabbed Rachael’s hand and we rushed past them up the trail and left Bunker Hill.

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