This is a story of early adolescent sexual discovery. If such offnends
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ISLAND SUMMER

by Mardee Louise

My first summer on the island was a season of discovery. I learned
many things about myself and grew. Yet the most memorable lessons came
from one my own age, a unique being who led me to to self-discovery in
ways I had not known existed.

I was spending the summer with my mother's friend while my mother ran
through her latest relationship. Barb was nice but had little to offer
me in the way of entertainment. Her daughter was off in the world;
Barb, her daughter and my mother had one great thing in common. ALl
were unable to maintain long term relationships with men.

I figured I could train for cross country running, the only fall
sport I enjoyed. I never was a team player. And of course I could play
music with Barb who still had me calling herh Aunt Barb although there
was no blood connection. My cello came to teh island with me.

Running along the roads of the hilly, isolated end of the island was
great fun. Views of field and sea opened at every turn. It was a new
road that morning, new in more ways than i could have guessed at the
time. I came over a rise as the road made straight for the front of
house, old and fairly large. In the yard was a child about my age.
(Twelve in a few weeks.) The slender figure wore a tee shirt that
covered the top third of the thighs. A dog stood near. I wasn't sure
if this was a boy or a girl because the sun was in my eyes. I hoped it
would be a boy. Girls threatened me. I could not cope with their
sexuality that always seemed to be ahead of mine nor could I fathom the
feelings they aroused in me. I still enjoyed the close companionship of
boys over girls. The figure waved and smiled. "Hi. I'm Bobbie. Come
visit after you run. I know you're with Miss Barb." I shouted,
"okay." Still unsure whether Bobbie was Robert or Roberta, I watched
the figure turn and disappear over the hill toward the shore. A gust of
wind raised the hem of the tee shirt giving me a glimpse of pink
panties. Bobbie smoothed the hem down in what was a demure gesture but
on ethat aroused me. A moment ago the thought of hanging with a girl
was anthema. Now I knew I would be back, often!

When I strolled up after lunch Bobbie was sitting on a glider in the
shade. She looked up from her book and smiled at me. She wore khaki
short shorts rolled up even shorter. Her honey blond hair was cropped
short in in the newly fashionable boyish cuts. A boat neck tee
completed her ensemble. Her feet were bare. Tiny breasts that were
little more than nipples with conical swells of flesh caught my
attention. Bobbie suppressed a giggle when she caught me staring. She
was lovely.

Bobbie showe me the boat dock on her beach and the sailboat she was
allowed to use. We sat on th grass overlooking the sea. Bobbie drew
her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms over her legs, her chin
resting on her knees. "I'm so very glad you're going to be my friend,"
she said so unaffectedly. Such a wonderful contrast to teh snotty girls
back in the city who would only hang out with high school guys. We sat
on our knees facing each other. Bobbie smiled provocatively.
"I saw you looking at my..chest. I'm glad you like me that way." SHe
took my hand and put it against her breast. I flushed and started to
get hard. "But Matty, be careful because things aren't always what they
seem ." i was puzzled by this remark and by the serious look that came
over her lovely face. Her green eyes were so very expressive. Suddenly
Bobbie jumped to her feet and caught my hand. "Swim!" We ran toward
the beach. It was half suggestion, half order. "No swim suit," I
responded. "Who cares?" She shoook my hand loose and pulled her shirt
iover her head as we ran. I did the same. Her shorts were undone adn
fell to her ankles. She kicked them away. We were at the water's
edge. I clumsily undid my shorts and let them fall. It was an awkward
moment for me. Bobbie was slender and firm. Her athletic young body
could have been sculpted from marble but for the tan. She faced. I was
enthralled and would have done anythingh. Her budding breasts caught my
attention. She smiled and ran her hands over her sides and hips. She
wore light blue nylon panties that just failed to reach her belly
button.

Bobbie suddenly turned very serious. "Promise you won't be angry.
We could still be firends no matter what." I was very puzzled. "I want
to be your friend and.. your boyfirend." That was hard to get out but I
meant it. She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and
turned aside. Her delicious pale bottom was irresistible. She turne
dto me as her panties fell to her ankles. "See! Do you still want to be
with me?" she said as she pointed to her cock! "Oh Bobbie. You're so
beautiful. I'll be whatever you need me to be." She took my hand and
we waded into the cold sea.

We frolicked like a pair of doplphins. I was delighted that Bobbie
was a boy yet a girl. I didn't feel as threatened by Bobbi as I was by
real girls. We rinsed off under the fresh water hose on the dock. The
sun warmed and dried us as we lay on our backs, our finger tips barely
touching. Bobbie leaned on her elbow and looked into my eyes. "Close
your eyes." "Why," I asked. "That's what they do when they kiss in the
movies." She giggled as she brought her lips to mine. Our arms and legs
entwined as we kissed deeply. We broke apart and lay on our sides
staring at each other. Excited yet frightened by not knowing what to
do our finger tips roamed over thighs. Tongues found navels.

We slipped into our clothes adn held hands as we walked up to the
house. A car pulled into the gate. A woman looking very much like an
older Bobbi waved. "Meet my mom." Bobbie's dad ahd been killled in the
war and her mom was afriad that Bobbie might meet the same fate so she
treated Bobbi as a girl. Bobbie related this to me rather quickly as we
walked toward the car. She must have read my mind: I was wondering how
this strange transformation acme about and was tolerated by Bobbi's
family. I wa sawed by her mom's warm smile as well as by the amount of
leg she showed as she got out of the car. I reasoned that if I'm still
turned on by girls and women then I'm not really a "queer." But then
again...who cares?

I played a lot of Dvorak that evening after dinner. Suitably
romantic I thought. I saw Bobbie's face and graceful form before me
as I fell asleep. I awoke thinking of Bobbie's touch, of her kiss. I
was rock hard. Why am I calling Bobbi "her" when she has the sam
eplumbing I do? Because she chose to be a girl and she is better at it
and more desirable than any girl my age I had ever met.

Bobbi was leaning on the fence as I ran past her house. She
extended her arm with a cup of water for me. She brushed her lips over
mine. "Have lunch here with me." Except for her penis Bobbi was the
perfect girl. Nope, she was more pefect for having a penis. That I
understood. The anatomy of real girls was a mystery and ione that I
would not solve for years to come. Nor did I want to if Bobbi was my
girlfriend!

Lunch was cold lobster salad with homemade bread. We sat on teh back
porch and looke d at the sea. We felt so grownup, so sophisticatedly
romantic. Bobbie's foot came to rest on my thigh under the wicker

table.
She knew how to tease without being slutty. I was enthralled. A maid
served us some iced tea and cookies. Thunderstorms were moving in but
would pass quickly. "Come see my room."

The room was really a suite. Bobbi showed me her bed with a doll
and a teddy bear on the pillow. She had tons of clothes. Some were
clearly girl's outfits, other might be for boys or girls. What
surprised me were her athletic trophies. Drawings and paintings were
abundant and they were Bobbi's own work. She was remarkably talentedin
art and her talent had been noticed by the "right people."

We sat in a window seat in a towwer room at teh end of her "suite."
We kept the lights off as the sky darkened and the lightning flashed.
"Let me be pretty for you." Bobbi stood up unbuttoning her blouse as as
she did. SHe steppe dout of her jeans and wiggled her pantie sdown as
she walked away from me. Bobbi returned wearing a slip or petticoat
that had a white bodice and flared into a full skirt. She twirled so
the skirt flared out revealing her white, lace edged panties. Bobbi
straddeld my thighs and kissed me. Her fingers undid my shirt. Her
hands roamed over my body. SHe pulle dmy face against her hard
nipples. I kissed them through teh silken bodice. I began to suck
those delicious nipples. Desperately I pushed the staps of her
shoulders and eased the bodice below her nipples. We fell to the floor
as Bobbi pulled my trousers and my briefs down. I awkwardly kicked them
away. Bobbie was leaning over me, fondling my balls. I lay back
panting. Suddenly her mouth enveloped my cock-head. Her tongue swirled
around the rim. I exploded in spasms, huge body wrenching spasms that
came from the base of my spine in electrical quivering crescendos of
ecstasy. Bobbi smiled at me as I lay spent. She cradled my head in her
lap and crooned to me. To my amazement i was soon rigid once more.
Bobbi stood up and stepped out of her petticoat. I rose to my knees and
pulled her toward me. I nuzzled her cock through the cool white
panties. She was as hard as I was. I pulled her panty crotch aside and
allowed her cock to rise to its fullest. I took her in my mouth as she
moaned and fell to the floor. My tongue ran down the underside of her
shaft. I licked her balls and hungrily returned to her cock-head. She
writhed and moaned as she exploded in my mouth. Which was more
satidfying? Pleasing Bobbi or being pleased by her?

It was mid August when Bobbi and I reached a new level in our love
making. We had been swimming and lay drying in the sun as a cool breeze
came up. Clouds teased our sunshine. In the breeze and shadow Bobbi
felt chilly. She inched closer and rested her hand on my inner thigh.
I was hald erect. My hand brushe dthe coolness of her pink panties.
Boobi turned on her side rolling onto my arm as she did so. She tugge
dta my other arm as if covering herslef with a blanket. We were in the
spoon position with my groin against Bobbi's firm botom. My bottom hand
was between her thighs. I could sense but not feel her silken panties.
Bobbi drew my top hand to her breast. Her balls now rested in my other
hand. I fondled them gently feeling her intense erection. Bobbi's hand
was now caressing my balls. Shw wiggled her panties down to the top of
her thighs. The warmth of her bottom was arousing me beyond endurance.
She raised her upper leg and put my cock-head against her hole.
Thrusting back nad holding me near, she enveloped my cock-head with her
tight hole. I was moaning and whimpering with sensations I hadn't
dreamed possible. Bobbi clamped her sphincter around mu cock. I
writhed and screamed with delight and passion. We were soon thrusting
in rhythm. I explded as Bobii shot in my hnad.

That summer of discovery ended all too soon. IT was not teh end of
our relationship. But those are other stories.
Mardee Louise