1. Her First Grown-up Kiss


    Date: 4/9/2017, Categories: True Story, Male/Female, Teen, Author: MrTony, Rating: 85.1, Source: sexstories.com

    I was 17, while Cindy was just 14, and we were tennis friends who would meet occasionally to play at the local park. She was pretty, about 5'1" with dark almost shoulder-length hair, a slim taught body from playing tennis, and breasts that were like small oranges and just big enough to be distracting. She was young, very young - in that way that young girls can be young. I particularly enjoyed going to net to pick up balls on the days when she wore a loose fitting blouse with no bra, since she would lower her racket to pick up balls - her blouse opening enough to give me a good look at her breasts. Her breasts had grown from nothing over the year we had been playing, and I enjoyed those days when I secretly got to see her half naked. And we both loved tennis, so we always enjoyed our time there. Once she noticed me peeking down her blouse at her breasts. And I couldn't be sure, but for the rest of the day she seemed to pick up balls at net whenever I was at net - giving me many good long looks at her new, pert breasts. Could she be enjoying the attention? She seemed to be watching me from the corner of her eye, making sure I was noticing. From that day forward, she only wore loose tennis blouses when we played - and never with a bra. And she always waited to pick up balls in front of me, even hitting them together into the net so that she could pick them up in front of me. She was young, very young. But I wasn't complaining. She lived close enough to the courts to walk ...
    over, but I would occasionally drive her home or pick her up. Once, when I was picking her up, her Dad seemed to be interrogating me about my reasons for playing tennis with his young daughter - and he wanted to know if we were just playing tennis. I guess he had noticed that she was developing too. He seemed to suspect that his fourteen-year-old daughter might be doing more than playing tennis with me. I got the impression he wanted to know just how far his daughter was going with me. But nothing sexual was involved - other than my now frequent glances at her breasts. In the car afterwards she apologized for her Dad's interrogation. We both laughed, and I teased her that she was too young to kiss anyway. She looked at me and shook her head firmly - saying "That's not true" with a serious look. So I made a mental note, since we were still in her parents driveway, I didn't want to be seen kissing his daughter after I had said that we just play tennis. We played at a pair of courts in a grassy park landscaped with small trees and grassy four foot tall hills that created pockets of privacy if you chose the right trees beside the right hills. The area was mostly residential, with a small fire station across the street. Being isolated in a neighborhood, the park rarely had visitors. There was also a small steel "merry-go-round" and some swings - where we would sometimes sit or swing - chatting between sets. So while I was thinking about her "old enough to kiss" remark, we sat on the ...
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