August 15th

Do note that is contains futanari/dickgirl having sexual relations with a guy. Also do note that the characters are 14, so if you're not into young teenagers have sex, please do not read.

Do note that is a flashback, when they were 14.

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We were young. I was young. I was also pretty stupid.



Nevada, at the age of fourteen, was in that period of burgeoning womanhood. She had started to grow more defined curves, and began filling out in places that a boy loves to gawk at.



Anyone who’s been a fourteen year old boy, knew a fourteen year old boy, or has heard of a fourteen year old boy knows what goes on in their mind. Boys at that age are a simple bunch, perhaps a low point in the intellectual development of a man. The thought of boobs or a butt is all what wanders in the unfocused mind of a young teenage boy.



I was no exception. Except that I had concocted the greatest plan ever in that state of mental lust wanderlust. I know, that of all my male friends, I would be only one to lay my eyes upon the glories that are a woman’s boobs.



Nevada was taking a swim in the pristine lake by our camp. I was taking a nap being, as she would say, ‘lazy and boring’…except that this summer day, I was not taking a nap. Maybe about fifteen yards away, I was hiding behind rocks, already in the water. When I heard her body, with those meaty mammaries, entering the water, I was ready to enact my plan.



Slipping on some swimming goggles and a snorkel, I sunk beneath the depths like a submarine. Like the submarine, stealth was not just required for success, but survival. I was on a secret and possibly deadly mission. As I swam through the water, being absolutely sure not to create a splash, I saw the simple string that held her top on her nubile body. One slight tug on that is all that it would take.



Getting closer, I was already reaching out for that knot like it was salvation itself. In my then lust addled mind, I had already prepared for (what I later would realize was the most absurdly favorable and most incredibly implausible outcome): she would be surprised at my stealing of her top, laugh it off and let me play with her boobs whenever I wanted and however I wanted.



She was treading water when I was in range to make the grab, a hand reaching under the surface of the water. But she wasn’t reaching toward me, she was reaching between her legs, under the thin fabric of her two piece swimsuit. She…she was masturbating! She was pressing her fingers against her lips at the thought of me! This was ten times better than just seeing her boobs! If she’s masturbating to the thought of me, then if I actually come onto her…



Screw boobs, I was gonna have sex!



My mind completely turned to mush by teenage lustful fantasy; I missed my chance of pulling off her top. But it wasn’t just a missed opportunity, it was total mission failure: I crashed into her. Like a submarine hit by enemy depth charges, I had no option but to surface and surrender, praying for the mercy not to be killed on sight.



When I laid eyes on her, she was not angry, but terrified. “D-did you see?” Her voice, usually confident and wry, was weak.



It took me a few moments to come down a little from my lust high, but I nodded the very second I came out of it. ‘…what was that?” The last moment before I collided with her, I saw something like a rod straining against the fabric of her white swimsuit. “What are you, a freak?” The words came out reflexively; a quick caustic remark was the innate retort from a teenager to anything that challenged their worldview.



I immediately regret saying it, a feeling reinforced when she fled the lake and ran to the camp.



This was many years ago, and I was fourteen at the time. I don’t claim to be very noble even as a adult today, but as a fourteen year old boy, with the only thing separating them from savage Neanderthals is their mastery of technology, I ran after her. When I got out of the water, my bare feet hitting hard on twigs, dirt and rock of the ground, all blind thoughts of boobs were blown away by the wind of something I would later discover was character.



In front of her tent (at the time, we slept in separate tents), I stopped. I was panting. It was probably more due to panic than physical exertion, but I scrambled at full speed to the campsite, so I’m not sure. From within her ten, just under the sound of my own frantic breath, I heard her sobbing.



Nevada is not a girl to cry. She always hung around guys, even before I knew her. Crying was something she couldn’t do or she would lose face. She was tough, often regaling me of the time she completely floored a huge guy in the 6th grade for picking on a girl for being fat.



But it seems she’s not without her feminine traits, and fragility.



I heard a zipper from the tent. It wasn’t a short one like on clothing but it was a long one, like a bag or luggage.



Not having permission or the guts to enter, I stood outside the tent lost for words. “I don’t know.” I said, announcing my presence and stating the truth. “I just don’t know.” All I could do was make a guess as to what she was so worked up about. All I saw was a rod. “I don’t know what I saw. T-the water was murky. I only saw for a second.” Already nervous, the lack of a response and my own loss for words just made it worse. “I think that it was…um. Forget that.”



She was still packing up and silent.



“Uh, you’re my friend. I’m your friend.” I pleaded with the flap of her tent. “All I want is just to understand.”



I felt drained and wanting after my big and crappy heartfelt speech. It was like I was now a water balloon someone stuck a pin in a few minutes ago, all the courage I had a few moments ago had leaked out, leaving me hollow. I came running with such passion, such a fire in my gut. I didn’t want this to happen, heaven and hell would be pushed aside if they got in the way for me to stop her from leaving. But it was all sound and fury amounting to nothing.



I didn’t even fully understand why I came running after her in the first place.



But then the flap to the tent opened, and Nevada tenuously beckoned.



In the few minutes since she ran from the lake, she had packed up the majority of her stuff, mostly her share of the food, toiletries, camping gear and clothing. She had put on a white tank top, which was put on hurriedly, given that it was quite wet. She had not even taken the time to dry herself off. One leg was already inside her jeans, the other leg was in to the ankle.



Nevada has let me in, but she still looked at me, afraid. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to think she could beat the crap outta me if she really wanted to. But she looked at me like I had an army behind me.



I sat down by to the side of the flap. If she’s this afraid, I don’t want to back her into a corner. Leave the exit open for her if she wants to. “I’m…sorry.” I titled my head toward the door. “You can leave…BUT!” I exclaimed, wanting to stop her if she made a move. But she didn’t. “I just want to understand.” A quick glance at her loins (still only covered by her swimsuit) showed that she was covering it up with her hand and a bit of her partly worn jeans.



“Are you my friend?”



I nodded. “Yeah.”



“W-will you be my friend no matter what?”



I nodded. “Yeah.”



“Can you keep it a secret?” Her other arm started to move into her bag. “Not a ‘I have a crush on this guy’ or something pointless like that. This is like…like nuclear launch code secret.”



I was about to nod yet again and repeat what I said. But then I saw her hand pull out a knife from her bag. Her hand was trembling. Nevada, my friend, toughest girl I know, was absolutely terrified. Terrified beyond belief. Impending doom, being forced to look it right in the eye, quivering at the sight. Tears in her eyes.



I don’t know if she was readily to attack me or hurt herself with that knife, but she gripped it with intent.



With a deep breath and a deep exhalation beforehand, I responded. “I’ll never tell a soul.” I said, “I won’t treat you any different, no matter what. I promise.”



One hand moved away and grabbed the edge of her swimsuit’s bottom, the only thin piece of fabric between her pussy and my eyes. But her other hand held the knife tightly. “You promised…” She said in a whisper as her hand went down, pulling the cloth with it.



A jolt went down my body as I saw it and reverted back to a lust-mad fourteen year old. A pussy. A sweet, virgin pussy before my eyes. This was far better than breasts. A woman’s sweetest treasure of them all before my eyes. Yet, it was not all I saw. She had a male thing between her legs, flaccid, hanging just above her honey pot. A tremble ran down my spine again.



Nevada’s hand moved, and it wasn’t the one that was exposing herself. The blade moved not toward me, but toward herself.



I lunged at her instantly, knocking her on her back., grasping at her wrist with both arms. Her other arm tried to push me off, but I had her whole arm trapped under my full body weight.



She screamed as she struggled to move the arm with the blade. “Get off of me!” The point of the blade neared her own neck.



“NO!” I screamed back at her as my ten fingers tried to pry her five off of the handle. If I didn’t do this fast, she would be able to throw me off of her and hurt herself. I needed both hands to stop her. “I’m not gonna let my friend hurt herself!”



The arm under her arm was starting to slip out from under my body weight and her hips bucked up and down to try and shake me off. “But I’m a freak! Even my friend cringes at the sight of me!”



I gritted my teeth as the knife, in her flailing wrist, nicked my left hand several times, but my right had managed to pry it from her, and I flung it behind me blindly, out of her reach.



She stopped flailing. She stopped resisting. But she started crying.



Holding her down, I was in a state of disbelief. Ever confident Nevada was crying and she looked broken.



It took a few minutes for me calm down from my panic and desperation from that frantic event. “You didn’t even give me a chance to say anything.” Only now did I have a chance to even think about it. I see it, and then within a second and a half we were struggling over the knife. What I felt was not known even to me.



“You cringed…” She uttered in a whisper.



“Cringe?” I didn’t cringe. But, my mind flashed back to the last thing I saw before the knife went towards her, I did tremble. That was all it took for her to try and do that to herself… “I didn’t cringe. I…uh, trembled with excitement.” How do you say this to a girl, especially the girl in question? Especially with what just happened? “I did see your p-pussy after all…” I averted my eyes, it was embarrassing.



Embarrassed as well, Nevada averted her eyes from me. I don’t know if she believed me.



There was a silence for another few moments.



“…so” she said timidly, her eyes still locked on the tent’s left side, “what do you say?”



My eyes returned to looking at her.



Since I remained silent, her eyes looked at me. They glittered. Or more accurately, the remnants of her tears shone on her face. She still looked at me with desperation, fear. She was no where near as afraid as when I first came in, but I think she was afraid in a different way now.



I leaned up, removing my hands from her wrist. Pivoting, I grabbed the knife and tossed it out the flap of the tent. It probably landed by the campfire pit. I just didn’t want it in this tent. With that out of the way, I returned my attention to Nevada. “C-can I see it again? I didn’t get a real look last time.”



She sat up, and we were right back to where we started earlier, with her swimsuit down and me gawking at her groin. Took less effort on her part this time, as her swimsuit had been still pulled down the entire time. “Tell me…”



Once again, I was staring at this budding woman’s loins as I lay down on my stomach in front of her, inspecting. There was no mistake about it. There was a penis above her vulva. In its flaccid state, it was really no bigger than my own in the same state. There were no testicles. It was at this time that I wished I paid a little more attention in Sex Ed to the actual instruction rather than the breasts shown, or the breasts of the girls around me.



“…w-well?”



Questions came to mind, like if she peed out of it, if she ever had balls, or it could even work. But I didn’t ask them. “I’m gonna try something. Don‘t worry.” There may be other ways to check if it is real, but the best, cheapest and easiest way is just to try myself. I ran a finger up and down her penis. It felt like flesh, rather than something plastic.



So it wasn’t fake. But as I looked up at her with my face within inches of her groin, she was staring at me in disbelief. Her eyes were wide open, mouth as well. Her body was still, trying not to scare me off, like I was a skittish deer drinking from a mountain creek. But it wasn’t just out of embarrassment, but rather…anticipation? Her body jolted when I ran my finger up and down her cock.



Maybe she was just as horny as I was as a guy? So what would I want done to me?



I would be lying if I said that I would be comfortable doing exactly what I would want to happen to me to Nevada, anatomically impossible anyway. But I decided on something pretty close to what I wanted. My fingers wrapped around the stub, moving up and down with intent. In a few moments, I witnessed what I had expected.



Her cock was growing in size, stopping at around six and a half inches, it was capable of erection. And her face glowed red.



Seeing her in this aroused stated only made me more daring. My fingers stroked a little faster. Soon I had to wrap my entire hand around her cock to grasp all away around it. My hand moving up and down was hypnotic. The motion looked a lot different from this angle then it did when I was masturbating. Her flesh was hot, it was soft and the contours of her cock were pleasing to my palm, although my arm would probably be tired from all this pumping afterwards though.



Nevada’s leg twitched at the knee to the left of me, and stretched out. A physical tic. Her chest, still only covered with a wet white t-shirt, rose and fell. Her breasts, best described as a handful, heaved. “Aaron…” She said in between breaths. Her hands moved behind her and propped her up as she leant back.



My hand was at a steady pace, and I drank of her pleasure. My parents always said that it’s better to give than to receive. I think I’m finally getting that. One hand was giving this much pleasure to her, this was even better than seeing her pussy. I’d be a legend among all my male friends for seeing and doing this to a girl! I sped up my movements, even throwing in the occasional twist, just to see more of her arousal.



Her leg twitched again. “A-Aaron, I’m…I’m…”



Taking my other hand, I teased the tip of her penis with my index finger, running gentle circles around the hole. I knew how sensitive it was for me, had to be the same for her.



For once it wasn’t her leg that twitched, but her penis that twitched vigorously as she came. The white stuff shot out of her penis. I pulled away, but it didn’t help, her cum was sprayed across my face.. It was hot, it was slimy, it was…



It was disgusting.



I had just jacked off someone else’s penis, and was covered in their cum. My right hand was dripping with the male stuff. I even enjoyed it. I reveled in giving pleasure to a cock. I wanted to do it again and again. I longed to see it twitch, quiver and spurt semen again. Was I gay? What was wrong with me? I retuned upright, on my knees. I was ready to bolt, disgusted at myself for what I had done.



“T-that felt great.” A woman’s voice said, piercing my inner turmoil.



I looked down. There was a half-dressed woman beneath me. Her brown skin wet from water and sweat. She was curled into the fetal position, and looked relieved. Not just of tension, but also of fear. Her face was one of pleasure. When I looked to my hand, I didn’t see a hand covered in semen, but a hand that had brought a woman that much pleasure and release. I looked back at the woman.



I saw Nevada, for the first time. She was playful, fond of pranks, tough and energetic. But she was deep down a very fearful person, desperate to try and not lose the people closest to her because of this thing. She had been hurt. Did I just help her?



Fears of being gay fell away. I don’t know what I was, I don’t know what just happened, but compared to the look of terror she had before, Nevada’s look of relief now was more valuable than Fort Knox.



“So…what do you think?” She said, her relieved look dissipating somewhat from her face. “I have…that, even though I’m a girl.”



I moved on top of her, my arms to either sides of her. Holding myself over her, I waited until she turned her head towards me, and then I struck, kissing her. I kissed her awkwardly, perhaps more awkwardly than any other fourteen year old. It didn’t even last more than a moment before I pulled away from her. It was just a crude sign of affirmation. “I…I don’t know.” I said in response. “But I won’t stop being your friend.”



She smiled.



A few days later, when we were about to leave the campsite and return home, I gave her back the knife. Without a second though, she tossed it as far out into the lake as she could.