1. You Can Go Home Again


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: danorth, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    from imagined bad guys, acting the part of some super hero, or shouting down at Steph, my best friend, to come up and join me in my battle. As I got older the tree house was a place to be alone with my scant collection of nudie magazines and to pleasure myself with fantasies that were beyond the games of my earlier years in the tree house. Steph and I seemed to be growing apart, “it is just part of growing up,” my mother told me, “After all; a pretty young girl like Steph should be climbing trees with the neighborhood boy.” I didn’t agree, but accepted it as well as I could. I did see her from time to time, but mostly at school or out in the yard. But there always seemed to be an unspoken bond between us, a bond closer than best buddies. Steph and I were not quite teens when she ran into the yard and called up to me, “throw down the ladder Dan, I have something exciting to show you.” I was surprised to hear her on the ground below the tree house it had been weeks since we had spoken and much longer since she had joined me in the tree house. I was in the middle of a day dream, my shorts around my knees and my hard cock in my hand. I quickly jerked my shorts up and stuffed the tattered old nudie magazine safely away in my hiding place. I peeked over the edge, my best friend stood below, something looked different about her, “maybe she got her hair cut,” I thought as I dropped the rope ladder down to her. Steph climbed the ladder and poked her head through the hole in the floor, ...
    “Hey you,” she said with a big smile on her face. She had the sweetest smile and her blond hair hung in soft curls all around her shoulders, it was like liquid silk and I had often fantasized about touching it. But that was a fantasy for my private times. I guess I wasn’t brave enough to act out what I really wanted to share with Steph. “Hey,” was my reply, “So where is it, this thing you wanted to show me?” I was hoping my semi-erect cock was not making a tent in my shorts but decided to ignore it so it would go away. Steph stood up after crawling through the hole in the floor and put her hands on her hips. “Well, can’t you tell?” she said as she twisted at the waist from side to side. “Your hair, right?” I said trying not to act bored, but if that was all it was I wasn’t nearly as excited as she was. “Nope,” Steph said, “Try again.” Then I noticed what was different, she was wearing a light blue blouse, a button up style. Even though she usually wore t-shirts I had seen her in a blouse before, no it was more important than a blouse. I had watched with interest over the past months as the bumps that had appeared in her t-shirt, at first I noticed two points that had recently turned to puffy bumps, sort of like big puffy marshmallows. But now the bumps were replaced with smooth rounded mounds, suddenly she had breasts! I hesitated, I wanted to shout, “When did you get tits,” but thought better of it, as my mother would scold when I said inappropriate things, “you were raised ...
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