It was summer, and it was a warm one. I had recently gone out on a financial limb and installed a pretty cool pool. With most of my day spent filling it up and mixing chemicals, I decided to take a break and have myself a cocktail beside the pool. I was laying semi-prone on a lounger by the pool and wearing just my shorts. The wooden deck on this side of the pool was private, not overlooked by any other house. A high concrete wall on the boundary enclosed three sides of the pool and one end led up to the sliding glass doors to the house.

It was either the warmth of the sun or the excitement of the new pool that made my cock start to rise. I felt a pleasant, gradual swelling as a smile came to my face from an increasingly delightful self-arousal. Even though I was pretty confident that no one could see, I looked around to be sure. My cock felt smooth and sensitive after I slipped my hand inside the waistband of my shorts, the overall stiffness growing as I pressed the shaft. I cupped the head with my fingertips. The shorts became constricting, keeping my cock from rising. Lifting my butt, I pushed the waistband down until my cock sprang free. The elastic came to rest gripping the underside of my balls. Gripping my hardened prize, the head swollen to three times its normal size – or so it looked – I was about to start jerking-off when I heard a stifled giggle. Surprised, I tried unsuccessfully to cram my huge boner back in my shorts.

Julie, my neighbor's college daughter from next door, was leaning on top of the wall, looking down at me.

“So this is what you do when you’re alone,” she said.

At 20, she was 25 years younger than me. She was definately an adorable blonde. It was bad enough she’d caught me at it, worse that I couldn’t get my cock to go soft enough to fit back in my shorts. I

“Don’t put it away,” she said when I tried to again.

“What?”

“I’d like you to leave it out for me to see.”

I stopped struggling with it, wondering if she was making fun of my predicament.

“I didn’t mean to stop you doing what you were.”

For some reason, the age gap was flustering me.

“It’s okay,” she said with a sweet smile that made me feel even stiffer. “I know guys like to do that to themselves.”

As her long time neighbor, I had always noticed Julie as a social gal. Up to this moment, our relationship was the cordial neighborly smile and wave whenever we saw each other. We never talked much let alone be in a situation where’d she see my proudly sprouting cock.

“What are you doing up there?” It was all I could think to say.

“I climbed a ladder to pick some grapes.” She brushed a blonde fringe back from her dark blue eyes. “And I saw something else that was really ripe.” She giggled sexily. “I rather like it.”

It was the last thing I expected her to say. It was stimulus enough to make me clench my butt cheeks, trying to make sure my cock looked as stiff as it could for her, wanting to show it at its best.

“Oh my,” she said, “that really is big.”

No other words could have been sweeter to my ears.

“I like watching you touch it,” she said.

“Like this?” I made it bob around in my hand.

“Oh yes!” Her blue eyes were big and round.

Believe it or not, even with her college age and good looks, I got the impression it was the first time she’d seen a penis close up.

“Can I come down there and watch?”

“Watch?”

“While you jerk off – you know. I could do it if you wanted me to.”

Boy was this starting to get exciting. I nodded, holding my cock in a preparatory way. She climbed on top of the wall then lowered herself down to my side. Her legs were long, tanned and bare coming out of tight shorts. She’d tied the ends of her shirt in a knot baring her midriff, I saw, when she turned round. She looked at me, shy from being so close, and hesitated about leaving the base of the wall.

“It doesn’t bite,” I said.

“Does it bark?” She giggled cutely.

“It just spits like a cobra,” I blurted proudly.

“That’s very bad-mannered of it,” she teased.

“I thought seeing it spit was what you wanted?”

“I hadn’t thought about it in those terms.” She sounded very mature. “I’d pictured it more like a fountain.”

“I spits,” I asserted. “Like lava out of an exploding volcano.”

She hugged herself theatrically. “That gives me goose bumps!”

“Are you going to come any closer?”

“No. I don’t want to get any hot lava on me when it erupts.” She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off it. “What do you have to do to make it spit?”

“Milk it like this,” I demonstrated.

“It hasn’t happened.”

“I’m holding back.”

“Why?”

I couldn't believe the innocence I was hearing. “Because I like you looking at it.”

“I shouldn’t be.” She seemed to be having qualms. “You’ll get the wrong impression about me.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“It can be our secret.” Her eyes were warm and intimate. She seemed to like it when I pumped my cock some more. She stared at my manhood and I stared at her bare midriff and the crotch of her shorts. She stepped closer, as if mesmerised, and finally sat on the end of the lounger near my feet.

“Can I touch it?”

I took my hand away immediately to give her full access. My cock stayed upright by itself in anticipation. She reached out and tentative fingertips touched the head where fluid had leaked out. Her hand flicked back, as if she’d made contact with a live wire. She giggled nervously.

“I’ve never touched one before.”

“You can hold it in your hand if you like.”

She shook her head. “My parents would freak out if they found out I’d even watched you.”

“Will they be home soo?”

“Not for hours.”

We grinned at each other then looked back at the swollen organ that had brought us together.

“Can I really hold it?”

“If that’s what you’d like,” I tried hard to be polite. I couldn’t believe it was happening – not with such an attractive, perky, innocent girl and not having my cock out in front of her.

“You won’t – you know – if I do?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know if I should…” Shyly she reached out, and then cautiously wrapped her soft hand around the shaft. I would have ejaculated if I hadn’t bitten my lip and fought back the rising tide in my groin.

“It feels so hard!” She squeezed experimentally. “I guess it has to get that way so it can spit.” She released the pressure but slid her hand lower to make a ring with her thumb and forefinger. She used it to press down at the base of the shaft to see how long she could make my cock look, thrusting the erection upwards. On display like that, she admired it for a long time.

“Will you teach me how to milk it?”

“You just wrap your fingers around it like I did and move them up and down, like you’re pumping.”

“Like this?”

I groaned to show her she’d gotten it right and because I couldn’t help it. She pumped more enthusiastically, causing me more joy and pain than pleasure.

“Gentler,” I said.

She moved her hand more slowly and I felt my cum rising again. I only had to thrust into her hand to explode, but I had other ideas.

“Would you like to show me what's under those cute shorts of yours?”

Julie flushed.

“I’d better go,” she said, standing. I put my hand back on my cock, drawing her attention to it again.

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“It’s my fault for coming over the wall and touching you.”

She looked up at the wall then back at me. “Can I go out through the house?”

“Sure.” I tried to sound manly, but my own hand felt disappointing after Julie’s. My erection was even starting to flop to one side. She took note of it.

“Will you be all right?” There was gentleness and regret in her voice.

“I guess.”

She took a step as if to leave then hesitated. “I’m glad the first man I ever touched was you.”

“I’m glad too.”

“I’m so much younger than you,” she said. “We could never go out in public together.”

“I know.” It didn’t seem to matter as much as her having touched me.

She looked less happy.

“At least we’ve shared this,” I said.

She smiled warmly. “Our secret.”

“Our secret,” I echoed, knowing how precious it was.

A little grin raised the corners of her mouth. “I’ll have to avoid ever looking over the wall again.”

“I’m glad you did this time.”

She turned away reluctantly. “I’d better go.”

“I wish you’d stay.”

She turned. “To do what? I don’t show myself to men.”

“You wanted to see it spit.” If she hadn’t said it, I would never have had the nerve to bring it up. Julie shook her head, her blonde curls bobbing.

“You did want to before.”

“You were stiffer then.”

“I could get that way again.”

“By seeing me?”

I gulped, “That would make it easier, but even without.”

“Do you want me to touch you again?”

“Yes please.”

She grinned at my eagerness. “No holding back this time?”

“No.”

She took a step closer. “I’ll do it for you just this once then, since it looks so good when it stands up stiff and straight.”

Sitting closer than she had before, she started fondling my cock back to full erection, occasionally making eye contact with me. On one of those occasions, she said unexpectedly, “You know, I've always thought that you’re one of the best looking men I've ever met. I'm sure a lot of the women have wanted to do this for you if they got the chance.”

I got over the surprise. “There’s only one I want to though.”

“Who’s that?” Julie’s hand went still.

“The girl from next door.”

Julie’s blue eyes sparkled. “Sue-Anne from down the back?”

This was starting to get cheesy, but the pleasure was too good, “No …the one who climbs the wall looking for ripe fruit.”

“I think I’ve found them. They’re like two kiwifruit.” She cupped them gently in her hand. “And full of seeds and juice.”

“And bursting,” I groaned.

Her hand slipped back to the shaft. “Is it ready to spurt out for me now?” She pumped in just the right way. I felt the tension building. Each up and down movement of her hand was an exquisite delight. I didn’t want it to end but she increased the pace, sensing how close I was. Then my jism was gushing up and my cock jerking in her hand. There was a wet splatter of cum on her shirt afterwards, and a last dribble running down her fingers. She took them off my cock and wiped them on the side of her shorts. She didn’t seem to have noticed where most of it had spurted. Not knowing what to say to each other, we both watched my cock slowly droop. She took a breath and looked up at me.

“I’m going to have to wash my clothes before my mother gets home.” Her face broke into a cheeky grin.

I tucked my flaccid cock back in my shorts and said, “I hope that makes me look decent again?” I grinned back at her. “Even enough for your mother.”

Julie looked down at my crotch. “My mother would prefer it if men didn’t have sex organs at all – at least where I’m concerned.”

“Doesn’t she let you date?”

“Hardly anyone asks me out anyway.”

“That’s because you’re so terrifically beautiful,” I blurted out. “They’re afraid you’ll turn them down.”

She looked pleased. “Really?”

“For sure.”

We went on talking for an hour. “Maybe I’ll come back and see you again tomorrow,” she said finally, getting up. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“No, not to do that again,” she dashed my hopes. “Just to spend time together.”

“That would be great!”

Julie came back the next two days and it was almost like having her as a girlfriend. We acted companionably, as if we’d never shared any sexual intimacy. There was mutual attraction but she kept her distance, aware of the years that separated us socially. I loved her company but I ached for more.

On the third day, she came over the wall in her bikini and I really suffered. She just wanted to swim. I joined her for a little while, then climbed out, sat on the diving board, and just watched her move through the water. She was such a captivating sight to see.

After two more lengths of the pool, she trod water below me, looking up at where I sat. I had a rather obvious erection pushing up the fabric of my swim-shorts.

“Do you still want me to show you mine?” Her voice was low and husky.
I didn’t know what to say. So much blood had engorged my prick I felt light-headed.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

She turned and swam to the other end of the pool. There, she sat on a bottom step, with just her head and shoulders out of the water, and reached behind her back. Her top came off and she tossed it up to the side of the pool. With her hands below the surface, she then wriggled out of the bottom of her bikini, which ended up in the same place.
I couldn’t see anything, but just knowing she was naked under the water made my erection ache. She slipped lower, until only her head was above the surface then began swimming towards me. The nearer she got, the more naked she looked, until she’d stopped just below me. The deeper into the water I tried to look the less detail I could see.

“Are you going to let me see yours?” She had an impish grin. I leapt to my feet and shed my shorts for her without hesitation. She could have asked for anything.

“Since you like seeing mine that much,” she stared at my elevated penis, “why don’t you come back in the water with me.”

I dived in, needing no more encouragement. When I broke the surface, I saw that she had swum to the side of the pool and was holding on to the gutter with one hand. I swam over to her and did the same. It was clear in her eyes she wanted to be kissed. I moved my head towards her tentatively and hers came towards mine. Our lips touched. We were staring into each other’s eyes. That led to more kissing; she was the first to use her tongue. I almost came.

“Have you done it before?” She was misty-eyed.

“Yes.” I couldn’t pretend with her. Knowing the answer, I still asked, "Have you?"

"Never."

“Do you know how?”

“I think so. I want you to be my first.”

The enormity of her wish swept over me. We kissed again, even more passionately. This time she pressed her body against mine. Her breasts, hips, and legs were moulding themselves to me. I reached with my free arm to hug her closer, feeling her bare back under my hand. My cock brushed the wiry blonde hair between her legs, and it was like an electric shock of pleasure. She gave a little gasp and kissed me even more ardently.

“I want you so much,” she begged, covering my face with kisses and holding on round my neck. I swung her back against the side of the pool so that I could hold the ledge with both hands and pinion her against the smooth tiles. She shocked me by wrapping her legs around my hips and sliding down onto my erection. Her mouth cupped mine. Down lower, something beautifully soft started sliding back and forward on the head of my cock.

She was breathing deeply. "Can we go to your room.”

“I’d like that.”

We swam to the ladder side by side, still eying each other. I held onto it while she put her arms around me again and fitted her body against mine. My cock felt as if it would burst. We kissed some more, as if we could only part for a few seconds at a time.

“You go first,” she whispered.

I climbed the steps and turned. She was already starting up and I saw her for the first time out of the water. At the top rung she hesitated, gripping the handrails. Shy, she crossed her thighs, enclosing the intimate view I’d had between them.

It broke the spell. “I’ll get some towels.”

I brought them back to where she stood on the side of the pool and gave her one. We stood face to face and I reached out with my towel instinctively, wanting to dry her blonde curls. She not only let me but did the same with my wet hair, smiling happily.

I moved the towel to her breasts. They felt wonderful even through the fluffy cloth. She blotted my chest with her towel. I dried her midriff, then she turned round before I could go any lower. While I dried her back, she used her towel between her legs.
As soon as she turned back towards me we moved together, unable to resist each other. My cock flattened against her soft belly. We kissed deeply.

“You feel so good!”

“So do you,” I echoed before her lips found mine again.

“I really do want you!” She pressed against me to prove it. It felt natural to run my hands down to her buttocks and draw her even more firmly against my manhood, which ached as if it would never stop.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

I took her hand and led her upstairs. She paused by the doorway while I closed the curtains then came over to the bed so that we could lie on it together. We moved into an embrace. French kissing increased our arousal. It was she who lifted her leg over mine and reached with her hand to bring my stiff cock up to her crotch.

I felt the softest touch I’d ever experienced. Her slit grew increasingly slippery as she moved it against me. The softness yielded to the head of my cock, gradually swelling around it in a warm enveloping clasp. Julie groaned ecstatically. I felt her hand on my hard shaft again. She used it to move the head back and forward in the taunt ring that confined it. I sought her mouth with mine again. My cock suddenly sunk deeper, and she let go of it.
All my concentration focussed on the sensation of having my engorged member in Julie’s wet cunt, even if only part way. It felt incredible!

“Does it hurt,” I asked her, hoping it didn’t.

“A little. I think my hymen tore.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you all the way inside me.”

My cock went into a spasm.

“I liked that!” Julie pressed closer with her hips, pushing my cock further up her vagina. “Do you want to lie on top of me?”

I nodded numbly, unable to imagine anything that could be as perfect.
She drew away, her warm, soft sheath sliding off my cock. It left a terrible yearning, as if I could only be complete when joined with her, down there.
She rolled over onto her back, beautifully nude, her eyes bright and inviting. As I lifted on one elbow to look at her, she opened her legs. Her pussy hair was blonde, still damp from the pool, and the opening was cupped by delicate pink labia. It looked too small to take anything as large as my boner.

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”

She just opened her legs wider. I shifted between them and, looking down, used my hand to guide the tip of my cock to the visible entrance of her vagina. I heard her intake of breath as I started penetrating. I pushed slowly, letting her stretch around me gradually, easing further in as her cunt yielded a pathway. I thrust the last few inches, pushing her breath out, and was in all the way.

Julie, truly a beautiful girl lay under me. Her pubic bone felt hard against mine.

She began with little movements of her vagina. I stopped thinking about anything and just experienced wet, sexual stimulation with a sharply rising need to come. We got into a rhythm which became faster and faster. I came in the middle of her climax.

I lifted off her and withdraw, my cock slippery from the juices of her cunt. I touched the wetness on my member with my fingertips so that I could feel what had come from inside her. Finally, we looked at each other. Julie’s eyes were kind of misty. I guess we both felt pretty good about coming together, neither one failing the other. I started to feel a little bit like a thief, having taken her virginity, even though she was quite a bit younger.

I didn’t have words to tell her how beautiful it had been. She grinned at me unexpectedly. “Next time you’ll have to wear a condom.”

“I'm glad you liked it enough to come back for more."

“This was amazing. If my mom only knew!" Suddenly she let out an excited yelp of satisfaction. It was a funny moment for both of us. "I loved having sex with you. That’s alright, isn’t it?” She lifted her legs away from me and sat up.

“You’re welcome to come over anytime for anything."

She grinned. “Maybe we could even do it one day when my parents are home.”

We considered the enormity of her idea. After a pause, while she let me admire her nipples, she asked, “Can you loan me a shirt and a pair of shorts to go home in?” She hesitated. “And don’t forget – this stays our secret or it’s all over and I’ll say nothing ever happened.”

“Deal.” I got up to find her what she wanted.

“I’ll come back to your place with you to collect the clothes,” I said as she started buttoning the shirt.

“I didn’t say I was ready to do it my bedroom this soon.” She giggled.

“I just thought you’d want to change into your own things when you got home.”

“Do you want to watch me doing that?” Her eyes flirted.

“I’ll never get sick of seeing you getting dressed or undressed.”

“Come on then,” she took my hand and I followed, knowing I wanted to be inside her once more – as much as she wanted me.