We’re just a bunch of young teenagers, growing up fast; split into them and us, for obvious reasons, them being the boys and us being the girls. We girls are all pretty much alike, except for me. I sometimes have to keep my mouth shut and not blurt out what I’m really like.

The main topic of conversation at the moment is boys, we laugh and giggle about everything, especially what it’s like to be kissed and loved.

Not me though, I’ve already found out what kissing is like. But Melanie, my friend, is on heat wanting to find out.

On the weekends we sometimes get together with the boys and visit the coast, or wander through the hills playing around with each other, cavorting, teasing. Sometimes we even get them to buy us drinks from the beachside bars on a promise we rarely keep.

Not me though, I’ve given up teasing them and playing games.

Melanie tells me that if Peter Evans just as much as looks at her, her heart races and she melts and swoons at the attention she receives. She thinks she’s in love – she hasn’t got a clue. I know for a fact that Peter Evans is not in love with her, he’s not in love with anyone and neither is Brian Davies, or Jason Denbeigh, especially Jason Denbeigh.

On this one occasion, we happened across Jason while out walking along the Glamorganshire coast. A few of the girls recognised him and he said he was out camping with some friends. We decided to join him and return with him; well, we had nothing better to do. No-one else was around when we reached his tent, but we still chatted and giggled. I told him that Melanie was dying to find out what it was like to be kissed. It wasn’t long before a giggling Melanie entered the tent with Jason and the zip was nervously closed behind her.

I sat outside. There was intense chatter for a while that turned into giggling. I was listening intently; licking my lips and biting my tongue in anticipation for Melanie more than anything.

Silence fell on the tent. I had to struggle to hear but my ears did catch the sound of lips breaking apart. I heard a whispered no come from the tent, then a gasp, then a contented murmur. I didn’t know what they were doing, but I could guess as to the direction Jason Denbeigh would take things.

Suddenly the mood changed. I heard Melanie apologise. Her voice seemed strained, forced and uncomfortable.

“You going to be a while in there?” I shouted.

I played Melanie’s get-out-of-jail-free card and she immediately shouted back that she would be out soon. She emerged fifteen seconds later, flushed and embarrassed. I looked at her with a broad smile on my face; searching for answers.

“And what is kissing like?” I asked.

Melanie sighed. “Gorgeous, but his hands wandered," she added.

“Really?”

Melanie nodded, “He touched my breasts, but –“

“ – but it was so nice, Melissa. It sent shivers down my spine.”

“Is it my turn now then?”

Melanie nodded, “I think you’ll enjoy kissing but be careful, he’s like an octopus.”

Not me, I thought. Careful was not in my dictionary and it certainly wasn’t in Jason’s either.

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders when I reached the tent. I bit my lip as I looked in Melanie’s direction and mouthed the words wish me luck.

I knelt and crawled into the tent, turned and started to pull the zip down to the bottom. Jason’s hand was under my skirt and caressing my bottom the moment I touched the zip and by the time I had closed it completely, his finger was caressing my slit. By the time I turned to face him his finger was inside me.

I pulled my flimsy top over my head and his other hand came up to meet my bouncing breasts.

He pushed himself back up the tent while releasing his belt and buttons to pull his trousers down to his ankles. I straddled him, crawled up his body, took his stiffness in my hands and promptly inserted his throbbing cock into my pussy.

Now I was swooning.

I felt him ride up inside me and by the time I had taken the whole of his delicious meat into my body, his hands joined my delicious breasts. I raised myself to full height; hitting my head on the top of the tent and started to rock my body to and fro. I fucked  Jason Denbeigh until his seed shot inside me.

I climaxed just in time but had to stifle my joy because of the curious ears outside of the tent. I panted hard a few times; gathering my breath for round two.

“You finished?” asked Jason, sporting an enormous grin.

“Not me,” I retorted, “not yet anyway.”

I slid off his cock, pushing it tight against my cunt until it plopped loudly against his body. I quickly grabbed it, leaned down into it and sucked it into my mouth. I didn’t let up until his second wind erupted into my mouth. I swallowed some of it and then smiled as I knew I would let the rest flow from my mouth and onto his torso; rubbing his cock over it and spreading it about.

I wiped my hands on his trousers before reaching for my top and making myself tidy to leave the tent. 

“Wanna kiss me again, Jason,” I blurted out loud enough for Melanie to hear.

I smiled at his negative retort while unzipping the tent; leaving Jason to quickly cover himself and try to mop up his remnant seed which covered his stomach and balls.  

I rushed over to Melanie and suggested we leave, telling her he wasn’t such a good kisser after all.

“Did he try and touch you too?”

“Not me,” I said.