Wendy was a pretty 13-year-old California brunette who’d already exploded past puberty. The product of a broken home, she was insecure and eager to please. We were 8th grade classmates and neighbors, our families lived in the same solidly middle-class NorCal suburb.
Wendy and I started sneaking out of our homes and covertly meeting up nearly every night. Our first love nest was a wooden playhouse built into the local elementary school playground. Really just a big wooden box with a roof. Cramped, bare, and uncomfortable, the “floor” was dirty gravel-sand. But to me? A little slice of heaven. The freedom and newness was exhilarating. The fear of getting caught just intensified my excitement.
We stopped messing around in that playground after we saw the same car several nights in a row. Somebody had noticed our late-night rendezvous and was watching us. I was young, horny, and naïve. But not without street-smarts. My gut told me we needed a new place, fast.
So, we abandoned the playground and started meeting inside my parent’s house. Riskier for her, but better for me. At least I no longer needed to worry about abduction or murder.
My bedroom wasn’t an option. But, the two-car garage was far from my parent’s room, perfect for our purposes.
I’d creep into the garage late at night and make a cozy little bed. Old sleeping bags, blankets, sleeping mats, and pillows piled into a corner. Wendy would sneak in through the side door. We’d get into that nest and mess around for hours. She was the first girl I fingered, the first pair of tits I ever sucked on. She gave me my first hand jobs, inexpertly jerking me til I finished.
Then one morning, unknown to me, my father saw her tracks in the wet grass around our house. Dad was crafty. He kept quiet, but secretly started watching me. A few nights later, he caught Wendy skulking around the backyard. He brought her home, humiliated, and told her mother.
Cock-blocked by my father.
Our fledgling love was over. And sadly, never consummated. I was so inexperienced that I’d never asked Wendy for sex or even a blow job.
Soon after, Dad got a new job in New Jersey.
We flew into Newark over Christmas break – midway through the school year.
The Garden State did not live up to its name. The ice-age landscape was a shock. Filthy gray snow piled high along icy salt-stained roads. Frozen trees rattling, bleak, lonely, leafless. Lakes, rivers and streams paralyzed, surfaces cracking like echoing rifle shots.
I fucking hated it. I missed California. And I wanted to go home.
But things got better. School started. I made friends.
One was a white kid named Tom. Same grade, a year older. He was also new in school, but his family was local. Tom was wild, troubled, and we became good buddies.
Our friendship straddled that line between childhood innocence and adolescent delinquency.
At first, we hunted squirrels, hiked in the woods, sledded, ice skated on frozen lakes, and explored the deep watery caves in the rugged hills behind my house.
But we also shop-lifted, fought, vandalized, drank till we puked, and smoked weed ’til we were mute. Tom once stole a VW Cabriolet from a girl he dated and took me on a harrowing late-night NJ turnpike joyride. I also held a .25 pistol for him once, briefly.
Luckily I never really got caught. But my parents suspected.
And not surprisingly, they hated Tom.
And they didn’t like his little sister Jackie much, either. Jackie was 13 – just a few months younger than me. A cute white Jersey girl with long chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. She had me hooked from the first moment I saw her. And she would become equally obsessed with me.
And Jackie had a friend named Mindy. Another life-long local, she lived just down the street from Tom and Jackie. Mindy was another attractive 13-year-old brunette white girl, though she had green eyes. Later in life she became a stripper.
Though they weren’t related, Mindy and Jackie could have been sisters. Both were past puberty, and both were sluts. Yeah, they’d both already fucked older guys.
We hung out all the time. I’d tell my parents I was spending the night at Tom’s house. Of course, Jackie and Mindy were always there. And since their parents were always working we had free reign of their house.
And that was great, because Jackie and Mindy both wanted me. And they both knew it!
But neither cared. In fact, they seemed to enjoy competing for me.
One night we were all wasted drunk. Tom had passed out in his bedroom.
I was in the garage – sharing a couch with Jackie and Mindy. The three of us started going at it. I alternated between fingering and making out with them both at the same time. It culminated with Mindy giving me my first blowjob while I fingered Jackie.
I was still inexperienced as hell so unfortunately I didn’t get a full-blown threesome. I know, I know. But you gotta remember this all happened before the Internet! Porn was rare back then. So despite my developing instincts, I was still kinda innocent. I didn’t know about group sex yet!
But it was all good.
Because I lost my virginity to Mindy a few weeks later. We had sex in her room one afternoon after school, while her parents were at work. I remember feeling rushed because were expecting me home for dinner soon. She was hesitant, but decided to let me fuck her. My first vaginal penetration. I lasted about 45 seconds. Mindy was not impressed. We never fucked again.
I didn’t care.
Right after losing it to Mindy, Jackie became my second notch. Jackie and I were much more sexually compatible. We stayed together for almost 10 months – a long time for kids. Our relationship was volatile and violent. With almost no adult supervision, we just fought and fucked all the time. I eventually took her anal virginity, a first for both of us.
But finally I’d had enough of her craziness. So I broke up with her. Enjoyed the rest of my time in Jersey messing around with other young sluts.
Tom and I stayed friends, though we eventually drifted apart.
But that wasn’t the end between Jackie and I. Though we were both involved with other people after our breakup, we’d hook up every once in a while. Of course, that led to even more drama and violence. But that’s a post for another day.
Eventually I left the East Coast, but kept in touch. I still have Jackie’s phone number.
I was curious when I wrote this post.
So, I texted her. Just to see if she’d answer.
Jackie texted me back under two minutes later.
She’s doing well. Still married, multiple kids, still happily living in Jersey.
I wish her the best.
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