Two horny 14-year-old boys intend to lose their virginity that summer while vacationing at a trailer park. Two girls at the same park have similar ideas!
Part One
My best friend from the fourth grade through the eighth grade was Terry Williams. We were both great buddies and academic rivals. Terry and I, Jeffrey Garfield, were always at the top of our classes in academic achievement, although I have to admit now that 50 years have gone by that Terry did routinely outshine me in almost every subject except English. If I scored 95 percent on a math test, somehow Terry got 98 percent. I learned to accept being a constant runner-up to Terry—although the competitive nature of my personality didn’t like it one bit.
The one thing that Terry and I were below average in, however, was romancing girls. We both were at least average-looking and we were certainly interested in the females who attended our school once puberty kicked in. However, the most attractive and desirable ones seemed to have older boyfriends—which we both thought was terribly unfair. “Jeffrey, my friend, those older boys shouldn’t be picking the vegetables from our garden!” Terry once amusingly said in exasperation. I told him that was an excellent metaphor, although I was quite sure that Frances Miller and Jenny Sinclair, the two prettiest girls in our class, likely wouldn’t want to be compared to carrots or asparagus.
Since the fifth grade, every summer Terry and I spent two weeks together at a trailer camp on the shores of Lake Huron, with my buddy as the guest of my family. My parents had bought a large trailer five years earlier with the intent of carting it from place to place, but when they found Sunset Family Campground by chance, they liked it so much they purchased a full summer membership there the following year and each year afterwards for the next three decades. At their insistence, I was to bring a friend for a two-week stay every summer for the sake of companionship as I had no siblings. Of course, I always brought Terry—and he was happy for the annual invitation. My parents liked Terry very much. He was a pleasant and fun person to be around.
At the end of the eighth grade, when we were both 14 years old, Terry was once again my guest at our trailer. His stay with us this time felt a little bit different because he and I would not be attending the same high school in September. A second high school was opening in our suburban community. Terry lived six blocks from me, but the boundary line for students fell between our homes. The end result meant Terry would be attending brand new Cherry Heights High School while I would be enrolled in Memorial High School, which had opened not long after the Second World War ended. We had a foreboding sense that our attending different schools would greatly affect our friendship. (That fear turned out to be true.) Therefore, our two weeks at my family’s trailer that particular summer had a distinct air of finality about them.
Terry and I spent countless hours at the beach and doing plenty of activities in and around the camp. Its rec hall had several pinball machines on which we tried to outscore each other. There was an excellent miniature golf course within a short walking distance. We’d go there four days in a row and pretend we were rivals at a 72-hole PGA event. If the weather became inclement, we’d play various games for hours. Yahtzee was a perennial favorite. I especially enjoyed Scrabble because that was one game I had a clear edge over Terry because he didn’t do as much pleasure reading as I did. One memorable Scrabble clash that I salvaged late in the game saw me play the word ZOOPHYTE. Terry figured it was a desperation play and challenged it. He was momentarily dumbfounded when I showed him the word in the dictionary. After a moment or two, Terry exclaimed, “Zoophyte! Jeffrey, what the heck is that? A conflict between caged animals?” I told him he ought to read more often.
One afternoon when Terry and I were lounging at the beach, a pair of very attractive, bikini-clad females, who were about 20 years old, leisurely strolled past us. They were obviously out of our league, but they got our full attention. After gawking at them for as long as they remained within our sight, Terry said something profound and inspiring to me: “Jeffrey, we absolutely need to get laid while we’re here! Don’t you think we’re long overdue for a little carnal activity?”
“I totally agree,” I replied. “I bet more than half our male classmates from our eighth-grade class have gotten some action at some time in their lives. We are outliers—and we need to correct that fault. Surely there must be two compliant girls our age somewhere nearby.”
Terry had a plan which he outlined to me. “Sunset Family Campground is huge. By its sheer size, there must be two lonely, easily manipulated girls our age or thereabouts whom we could fuck just for recreation. Let’s find them! I say we ought to show up for all the organized activities at the recreation hall starting tomorrow morning. My balls can’t stand much more celibacy. I need to have a fuck.” I laughed at the blunt way Terry put things, but I also wholeheartedly agreed with his sentiments.
Sunset Family Campground had a huge rec hall that had a fulltime recreational director named Sarah, who looked to be in her early twenties. She would arrange and supervise family-friendly movies, bingo games, various card tournaments—and many programs designed for kids to enjoy. I have to admit my family and I seldom took advantage of these free entertainment programs.
Following his plan, Terry and I showed up the next morning and learned there was a special movie marathon underway. It was designed for the younger crowd. It was a series of short films featuring the Three Stooges, Our Gang, and several silent comedies featuring Laurel and Hardy and others. Everything was completely free—including popcorn. There were even a few adults present who laughed at what they saw on the screen louder than the kids in the audience. I could never stand the crude, over-the-top, slapstick humor of the Stooges, but the other films interested me. However, what truly caught the attention of Terry and me were two cute girls who were sitting in the row in front of us. They were both quite fetching. Terry and I looked at each other with the same idea in our two minds: These two girls might be exactly what we are looking for.
“Our prayers may have been answered, my friend!” Terry whispered to me. “It’s time for us to harvest vegetables from someone else’s garden.” I laughed at Terry’s allusion to the comment he made a year earlier.
The films lasted for about twenty minutes each. There was always a brief intermission between them so Sarah could rewind the last film and load the next one into the movie projector. We used one of those breaks to introduce ourselves to the girls. Their names were Marilee Eastman and Belinda Prescott. Like Terry was with me, Belinda was a guest of Marilee’s family who were seasonal campers. Both girls lived in the same city, located more than a hundred miles from where Terry and I called home. They both seemed thrilled that two boys were talking to them.
Terry and I changed our seats so we could sit in the same row as the girls were. I placed myself directly to the right of Marilee while Terry sat to the left of Belinda. Trying to appear gentlemanly, Terry and I made popcorn runs for the girls and bought them cups of lemonade that cost a dime. The girls gave us brief hugs for our small acts of kindness. Things were progressing nicely.
When the movie marathon ended, Terry and I thanked Sarah for organizing it—then we promptly asked the girls to go swimming with us at the beach after lunch. They quickly agreed and told us the lot number where Marilee’s family’s trailer was located. We were to meet them there at one o’clock so we could walk together to the beach. In effect, it was the first time either Terry or I had ever made something akin to a date with a girl. It was very exciting for us!
Part Two
At the appointed hour, we showed up at Lot wearing our swimsuits and carrying beach towels. We were warmly greeted by a smiling woman whom I correctly assumed was Marilee’s mother. I was proven right when she said, “I assume you are the two fine young gentlemen who asked my daughter and her friend to go to the beach this afternoon.”
I replied, “Yes, that is true.” Terry added, “I’m not sure if we’re gentlemen or not, but I think we’re close enough.”
Mrs. Eastman chuckled at Terry’s remark and said, “The two girls think you fellows are gentlemen; I guess that’s all that counts. By the way, they both were quite impressed by how polite and kind you were at the movie marathon this morning. Marilee told me that no boys back home ever behave this nicely.”
We both smiled at the second-hand compliment. Then we were met by a wonderful sight: Marilee and Belinda exiting the trailer clad in their tight swimsuits. Neither girl was especially well-endowed, but they were both extremely appealing to the eyes of 14-year-old boys.
“My goodness, you both are beautiful!” I said without hesitation. Immediately after the words left my mouth, I wondered if my comment, despite its accuracy, was too forward too fast. I need not have worried: The girls both blushed, smiled and thanked me for the compliment. Belinda, a short-haired blonde in navy blue swimming attire, was slightly taller than her friend. Marilee, wearing bright pink swimwear, was a black-haired girl with considerably longer tresses than her friend. Moreover, she was slightly ahead of Belinda in the puberty department. Both girls were wearing one-piece swimsuits. Secretly, I wished they had donned bikinis—especially Marilee.
It then occurred to me that Terry and I hadn’t decided which girl was whose to pursue. The girls decided for us. It was probably based on our seating arrangements at the movies that morning. Marilee moved toward me and took my hand. Belinda did the same with Terry. (Terry later told me he “had a thing for blonde girls” so he was quite pleased with how things turned out. Typical of a teenage boy, I liked that Marilee had a pronounced figure, so I was a happy young fellow, too.)
Terry and I were both delighted that our new female friends were openly amorous towards us. Marilee walked most of the way down the path which led to the beach with her head resting on my right shoulder. It slowed down my gait, but I didn’t care! Belinda had Terry engulfed in a hug as they strolled together. Likewise, he didn’t seem to mind at all. Things were going along swiftly and splendidly!
The girls had brought along a huge beach blanket which they promptly spread out as soon as we got to the shore. The moment the four of us sat down on the blanket, Marilee promptly wrapped her arms around me and kissed me with great passion. That action surprised me—but in a wonderful way. I extended the kiss as long as possible. When we did separate, Marilee said to Belinda—who was similarly smooching with Terry—that her plan was working out quite well. I immediately asked, “Plan? What plan?”
Belinda gave her friend a bit of a stern look and then uttered, “I guess we might as well be truthful. The two of us hoped to find boyfriends during our time at the campground. We don’t seem to have much luck at home. We went to the movie marathon this morning hoping to find a couple of nice, friendly boys. When you two guys walked into the rec hall, we both looked at each other and thought you were made to order for us. Then when you approached us, we knew for sure.”
I laughed loudly and immediately announced that Terry and I had a similar plan because we had no girlfriends where we lived. Terry readily confirmed what I said. “I guess all four of us have raging hormones,” he added.
“Let’s tend to those raging hormones right now!” Marilee suggested.
We all thought that was a splendid idea. For the next 20 minutes or so we engaged in some very passionate kissing. Luckily the beach wasn’t crowded yet, so we had a bit of privacy, but there were a few gawkers who enjoyed staring at our romantic goings-on. We paid no attention to them, though. After a while, I heard Belinda say, “Terry, I can feel your erection pressing against me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Terry quickly apologized.
“I’m not!” Belinda replied. “It’s very flattering. Let’s swim way out to the sandbar in the lake where no one can see us and then you can put it to use.”
Terry didn’t bother to answer with words. He took Belinda by the hand, and they ran into the lake together. Even from a distance, it was patently obvious that Terry was sexually aroused. I laughed at the sight.
Seconds later, Marilee put her left hand on my crotch and discovered I was also in a state of great sexual excitement. “You’re horny, too, I see,” she stated followed by giving me a cute kiss on the cheek. “I think we ought to follow Terry and Belinda. I’m a bit of a weak swimmer so I might need your help getting to that sandbar.”
I quickly responded, “If that means I’ll have to wrap my arms around you and touch you in certain places, I have no objections to giving you all the help you might need!” We quickly ran toward the lake too. It was also quite apparent that, like Terry, I was sporting an erection—and I didn’t care who might notice it.
The sandbar was located about 80 yards from shore. The water in the lake got to a depth of nearly six feet at one point before quickly becoming much shallower, so I did need to assist Marilee to get her there safely. She was a poor swimmer, so I almost had to drag her to our destination. I enjoyed it, however, because I got to “accidentally” feel her bum and her boobs along the way.
“Oops!” I’d say to my new girlfriend occasionally as a halfhearted apology.
“You’re not the slightest bit sorry, Jeffrey!” she playfully scolded me before she laughed. “It’s okay. You can touch me wherever you please. I’m enjoying it!”
When we got to the sandbar, we were well out of eyeshot of anyone on the beach. We were distant specks on the horizon to anyone who attempted to see what we were doing there. Terry and Belinda had already removed their swimsuits and were having intercourse while standing up where the water was about four feet deep. They each had their swimsuits draped over their shoulders so the incoming flow of the water would not carry them away! I could not see what was happening below water level, but it was apparent that Terry was putting his stiff phallus to good use in pleasing Belinda with a series of strong thrusts. However, I could plainly see that he was busily fondling her small breasts. Terry and Belinda paid no attention to Marilee and me whatsoever.
Seconds later, Marilee stripped out of her swimsuit—and placed it on her shoulder. Her breasts were a beautiful sight to me! I immediately began groping them and sucking on them passionately. With my erection now fully raging, I stepped out of my swimsuit and quickly thrust my rod into Marilee’s vagina—which I could not see. She helpfully guided my manhood inside her. It was wonderfully tight, of course. I figured it had been made just for my personal pleasure. I opted to employ slow romantic thrusts. Marilee provided sexy commentary as I screwed her: “Oh, that feels so good, Jeffrey. Keep doing it. Yes, slowly push your dick inside my pussy! That’s wonderful!”
From about a dozen feet away, I heard Terry announce that he was going to come. He asked Belinda to use her hand to bring him to a climax. She must have done an adequate job jerking him off because Terry moaned with delight within a few seconds. The sound of Terry enjoying his orgasm set me off, too. I promptly ejaculated while I was still inside my sexy sweetheart. I hadn’t even considered the ramifications about such an action. Marilee didn’t seem to care, either. She just squealed with delight. I wasn’t entirely certain, but I think she was experiencing an orgasm, too. I was in no hurry at all to remove my penis from her. “Your vagina is marvelous! I wish I could leave my rod inside you forever!” I told her. I was completely sincere about that.
We spent at least 30 minutes at the sandbar before returning to shore happy and exhausted from our sexual activity. I managed a second ejaculation, this time from Marilee tugging at my penis while I caressed her vagina. Judging by the sounds coming from Terry and Belinda, they might have had three orgasms apiece. Terry’s plan had worked! So had Belinda’s!
Part Three
For the remainer of the two weeks at Sunset Family Campground, we were inseparable couples who used every opportunity to engage in sex. We were secretive enough to do it without any adults knowing about it directly. However, toward the end of our stay, my father said, “I hope you and Marilee are being cautious.” When I looked at him and smiled, he added, “You know, Jeffrey, I was a horny 14-year-old boy once. When I was your age, If I had a girlfriend who was built like Marilee, I would have been on top of her three or four times a day—if I could have.” I smiled and said nothing.
The girls departed the campground a couple of days before my family did. There were tearful goodbyes. We exchanged mailing addresses. Marilee promised to write frequently to me. I wrote three letters to her, but I only got one back. It informed me that she had found a boyfriend in her hometown whom she was quite happy to have met. I figured our summertime fling was just that—a temporary but marvelous arrangement. I never did get the expected notice that Marilee was pregnant by me. I was relieved, of course.
Terry and Belinda corresponded for a while, too. Then, when September came, Terry entered a different school, and, as I feared, I did lose touch with him. He found a new group of friends from that school. In all the years since that memorable summer, I’ve only encountered Terry three times. Each was totally a chance meeting. Each time, however, we turned it into a long chat, which included a reminiscence about his successful “plan” to get us laid all those years before. The last time I saw Terry, about a decade ago, he had forgotten Belinda’s name; I had to remind him what it was. He did remember one important thing about her, though. “She had the best, tightest pussy I ever screwed. It was completely fantastic. Please don’t tell my wife, though.”
Before hearing that request, I had no idea that Terry had ever gotten married.
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