After the most embarrassing moment of my life, I stayed home and avoided the girls for several days. With it being summer, I slept late and did my own thing, which still included a lot of jacking off.

Being the time, it was the nature of our small town, kids went to their friends’ houses and rarely knocked, normally it was just walk in and say hi.

This is what happened after about four days since the “incident." I was sitting on the couch, watching TV and slowly stroking myself when Bren walked in, damn it, this was twice now she caught me beating off.

I tried to cover up but it was too late, she saw me in all my teenage glory! She screamed, “Oh my god,” but never looked away as I scrambled to pull up my shorts.

Now being sixteen, I was not the largest cock swinging boy around but I thought I was fairly well equipped. As I scrambled to get dressed and hide my embarrassment, Bren blushed and sat on the couch opposite me. She asked why I hadn’t been at the house in almost a week. I sheepishly pointed to the bulge in my shorts and chuckled.

To change the subject quickly, I asked what happened between her and Jeff. She told me that he did something that she didn’t want to do, they fought over it and he called her a ”dick tease”, told her it was over, and to get out of his house.

She didn’t elaborate what he meant or what he did but it felt like something bad. I didn’t know what to say to her. She mumbled something like, “what does it feel like,” or at least that’s what I thought she said. I didn’t know how to put together what I was feeling, what she was saying, or what I thought she said.

Since I didn’t answer her, she asked again, “what does it feel like?" I asked her why she wanted to know. Then she told me the whole story. Basically, Jeff wanted her to give him a hand job, but being her first real boyfriend, she didn’t know what to do or say. When he put her hand on his dick through his shorts, she freaked out, they fought, he called her names, broke up with her, and told her to leave.

After the story of the breakup, she looked at me and asked again, “what does it feel like?" This time she slid closer to me, I could smell her shampoo and could see the start of a nipple beginning to press against her bikini top.

I stuttered and said, "well, it feels firm and warm to the touch." What happened next began one of the best summers of my life.

Bren looked at me with her sparkling green eyes, and shoulder length hair pulled back into a ponytail and said slowly, “Can I touch it?"

I stammered, "are you sure?" Although in my brain I was screaming…YESSSS!

Bren looked down at my bulge, noticed a slight twitch happening and a wet spot. She nodded yes, and reached out gingerly, and touched my dick through my shorts. I must have responded with a groan or a moan because she pulled back quickly and asked if I was ok. I could only shake my head up and down.

Then she asked why I was “playing” with myself at the pond. I told her that I had to because if I didn’t it would hurt later. That’s when I asked the question and got the most surprising answer of my young teenage life. “Have you ever played with yourself?” Bren looked away and said, yes, the same day they caught me was her first time ever.

I asked her how it felt, she told me that it was a warm tingling feeling that left her light-headed. I told her that it was the same thing for me and that I guess I was addicted to it.

Bren reached over and placed her hand on my twitching cock again and squeezed slightly. I was in heaven. She then asked if she could “see it”. I slowly pulled my shorts down until I was fully exposed.

There I was, shorts around my thighs, dick twitching and bouncing leaking precum and one of the girls of my lust filled mind sitting next to me staring at it.

Bren slowly reached over and wrapped her hand around me. It was the best feeling in the world, even better than my own. I was huffing and puffing, hoping I wouldn’t explode in her hand. She was lost in a trance, staring at me in her hand, slowly she started stroking me.

It was her first time ever, as well as mine with anything sexual with a girl. I mean here I was getting a handy and I hadn’t even kissed a girl before.

She loved the feel of it in her hand and started moving it around while stroking me. To the left and down, to the right and up, then she pulled back and down. The feeling at the time put me over the top. I blew my load all over my shorts and her hand. The feeling of her pulling me back and the downstroke I later would learn is the feeling of “reverse cowgirl”. The best feeling for me in all of the sexual experiences.

Bren gasped and asked if I was ok. I mumbled that I was sorry about the mess on her hand and would get a towel for her.

I brought her the towel, she blushed again and told me not to ever say a word about this and that I had to come back over, the pool wasn’t the same.

When I showed up the next day, it was Barb in the pool alone, swimming laps. As I sat nervously on the side, she came over to me and asked what I said to Bren yesterday.

Oh fuck, I thought, I was caught, she told Barb after telling me not to ever talk about it. I asked why what happened. She told me that when Bren had come home, back to her old self, and whatever I said to her had worked.

I asked where the other two were and was told that Tricia was at the dentist, getting braces and Bren was working with their dad.

So, here I was alone with Barb and her amazing bikini clad ass. I didn’t know what to do…