My Neighbor’s Unspoken Affection

It was a warm summer evening when I first met my neighbor, a boy around my age who would become my first love. We would often spend hours sitting on my front steps, chatting about our favorite TV shows and playing games together. We were both a bit awkward and didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the kids in the neighborhood, but we found comfort in each other’s company.

As we grew closer, we would sit very close together, our bodies touching as much as possible without being obvious. We would sometimes hold hands, but always with a sense of anxiety about being caught by the other kids. One evening, he began to stroke the inside of my thigh, and I felt a rush of excitement. It was the first time I had ever felt that way about someone, and I knew that my feelings were mutual.

From that day on, he would sneak a hand beneath my leg and stroke the inside of my thigh every time we sat together. I never objected, and as the days went by, his strokes moved closer and closer to my crotch. I would feel myself getting wetter and wetter, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to my body.

One evening, he finally stuck his fingers inside the hem of my shorts. I told him how nice it felt, and he stroked me all the way to my underwear. I was dying for him to touch my pussy, but his fingers couldn’t get any farther without being obvious. He would rub his pinky around on my plump, sensitive pussy lip, and I would feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

He would also reciprocate, and I loved caressing his silky smooth thighs. Unfortunately, his tightie-whities made it difficult for me to get a good feel, but I didn’t mind. I was just happy to be with him and explore our feelings for each other.

One summer night, we decided to find a private place to be together. We sneaked into the shed in my backyard, and it was hot and cramped, but we didn’t care. We were too caught up in our excitement and desire for each other. He pulled down my stretchy shorts and panties, and I felt a rush of fear mixed with excitement. He put his hand between my legs and rubbed my pussy, and I felt myself getting wetter and wetter.

He stuck his middle finger into my crack and rubbed my clitty, and I felt a surge of pleasure. I reached into his elastic waistband and hooked my thumbs into his underwear, and he was free. His slender, four-inch penis was sticking out in front of him, and I was shocked by the sight. I had never seen one before, and I didn’t know what to expect.

“Touch me,” he said, and I grabbed his erect cock. It was warm and soft, yet hard underneath, and I felt a surge of excitement. I milked it, and he leaned against me as the last of the light faded away. We were both panting heavily, and I could feel his warm, sticky wetness in my hand.

“I want to rub myself against you,” he said, and I told him okay. I closed my legs tight, and he slid his cock between them. We humped away like little rabbits, swaying and nearly ready to topple over in our ecstasy. I could feel his wet little hairs tickle my bare mons with each thrust, and my clitty started to burn, then ignited from the slippery friction of his cock against it.

“I want to put it inside you,” he said, and I was scared, but also excited. I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I also didn’t want to stop. I told him okay, and he guided it inside me. It burned a little, but then it felt wonderful. I grabbed his bottom with both hands and felt his muscles bunch and relax with every thrust.

“Go faster,” I said, and he did. We were both grunting with ecstasy, and I was loving every minute of it. I was scared, but I was also excited, and I knew that I wanted to be with him. Eventually, we stopped and went back to rubbing each other with our hands. His penis was extremely wet, and I grabbed his soft round ass with my other hand and began to fondle it gently.

“I want to squirt my baby juice into you,” he said, and I was scared, but I also knew that I wanted to feel it. I told him to go slow, and he did. He rubbed my wet pussy and told me that he wanted to see what real fucking felt like. I believed him, and I guided him back inside. This time, there was no burning, only tremendous pleasure.

We continued to make love, and it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. I was scared, but I was also excited, and I knew that I wanted to be with him. Eventually, we stopped, and we looked at each other with huge grins on our faces. We had done it, and it had been amazing.

The lawnmower handle dug into my back, and I pushed my pelvis forward, feeling a sense of freedom and abandon. I couldn’t help but caress his back, feeling the tension build between us.

“You’re really going for it, aren’t you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engine.

He didn’t respond, but his movements told me everything I needed to know. He was lost in the moment, his focus solely on the sensation of being inside me.

As he picked up speed, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, my arms wrapping around his waist to hold on. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of desire.

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned, feeling him hit the bottom of my cunt. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

The engine roared to life, and he began to move in a slow, circular motion, teasing me, building the tension to a fever pitch.

“Wait,” I whispered, feeling a sense of panic rise up inside me. “Are you… is it going to happen?”

He groaned, his body tensing up, and for a moment, I thought I was right. But then he relaxed, his movements slowing to a stop.

“We need to stop now,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I reluctantly let go of him, feeling a sense of loss wash over me. But as I looked down, I saw that he was still hard, still wet, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

“You’re not going to… you know,” I said, trying to sound casual.

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think so,” he said. “Not yet, anyway.”

I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “Good,” I said. “I think we’re just getting started.”

He laughed, a low, throaty sound, and pulled up his pants, his penis still wet and stiff. I watched him, feeling a sense of wonder at the power of our bodies.

“You know, I think I’m going to like this,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked down at me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I think you might,” he said, and pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

As we pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement, a sense of possibility. We were just beginning, and I had no idea what the future held.

But one thing was for sure: I was ready for whatever came next.

And as we walked out of the shed, arm in arm, I knew that I’d never forget this moment, this feeling of being alive, of being connected to another human being on a deep and primal level.

It was a feeling I’d never experienced before, and one that I knew I’d carry with me for the rest of my life.