Day Dreamer - Cousins

Laurie and I were first cousins and next-door neighbors. We were both fifteen, though I was six months older, and were in the same grade in school. We were both only children, and not having brothers or sisters, we had grown up close to each other, almost like brother and sister. If asked, we would both characterize the other as best friend.

One main reason we were so close was that we were both afflicted with the same malady-overwhelming, shivering, breakout-in-cold-sweat shyness. I would get tongue-tied around girls of any age and was too quiet to have any boys as close friends. Laurie was the same. She would blush bright red if a boy even spoke to her, and her interests were too different from other girls her age for her to have any close girl friends. We both loved to read and to listen to music, and these shared interests together with our mutually recognized shyness drew us together like opposite poles of a magnet.

Our shyness didn't extend to each other, though, and we were comfortable and relaxed in each other's company, sharing both our happy and our sad times. We shared confidences and told each other secrets we wouldn't tell our parents.

More than anything else, we shared about how miserable we were with our shyness and how much we would like to be different. We tried to bolster our confidences by telling each other how boys and girls felt about each other. I would assure her that boys considered girls somewhat of a mystery and that all she had to do was act confident around boys and she could get along fine. Her version about girls was similar to mine about boys. Even though we could accept the idea intellectually, we simply couldn't put it into practice.

Laurie wasn't plain. To the contrary, she was a knock-out. She had long blonde hair, soft blue eyes, and a voluptuous body that a twenty-year-old would have been proud of. I tried to get her dates, but I didn't know any boys well enough to get the job done. The boys would just make excuses for not taking her out.

Laurie also encouraged me to try to get dates and suggested some possible girls. With Laurie standing right next to me, I called one of the girls. After several minutes of stuttering and stammering, though, I excused myself and gave up. I turned to Laurie and said, "Well, so much for that. I wouldn't even know what to do with a girl even if I did get a date. I don't even know how to dance, and I wouldn't begin to know how to kiss a girl. I'd just end up being a nerd."

"Danny, you're no nerd, and both you and I know it," Laurie shot back. "As far as dancing goes, I do at least know how to dance and I'll be glad to teach you if you'd like for me to."

"I sure would. When can we start?"

"How about Saturday?" Laurie said. "All our folks are going to be in Bridgeport for the day, and we can have either one of our houses all to ourselves and play music as loud as we want."

"Sounds great to me. Why don't we do it here in your house. Your den is bigger than ours, and the stereo is right there where we'll need it."

"Oh, Danny, I'm excited about this! I really like to dance, and it's going to be fun to teach you how."

"Yeah, me too," I answered. "I'll be over here Saturday morning just as soon as the folks leave."

After I got back to my house and thought about the situation I became even more excited about the prospect. I had never held a girl in my arms in my entire life, and even if she was my cousin, Laurie was a good-looking girl, soft and curvy in the all the right places. I realized then that I felt was sexual, and even though I hadn't thought of Laurie in a sexual way before, I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my groin at the prospect of holding her close. "Yeah, I really AM looking forward to it," I thought.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought some more about Laurie and how it would feel to hold her in my arms. My cock lengthened out and crept out of the bottom of my shorts. I put my hand on it and slowly worked it out of my shorts so that it was standing up straight. It was rock hard and pre-cum was oozing out of the slit and covering the head. I worked my hand up and down, slowly, squeezing it as I went. I rubbed the precum all over the head and very lightly on the underside where it was so sensitive. Each time I did, it would jump and even more lubricant would pour out. Soon my whole cock was coated as I rubbed my hand up and down, up and down. I could feel the tension build as the pleasure mounted. It reached a point where I didn't want it ever to end, yet I felt I would die if I didn't come right then. And come I did. Big spurts kept shooting out and went all over my chest and pooled up on my hands, balls, and groin area. I got up quietly, got a towel from the bathroom, and cleaned myself up. Then I crawled back into bed and even though I had never seen a real live naked girl, I dreamt of Laurie stretched out without any clothes on.

Saturday morning, just as soon as our parents had driven off, I went over to Laurie's house. She was dressed in a teeshirt and a pair of brief running shorts. Her hair was combed back and held in place on her neck with a ribbon. The shorts emphasized her tiny waist, and even though her tee-shirt was large and loose, it failed to conceal that she was bra-less. For the first time I was looking at her as a girl, not just my cousin. I realized that she had beautiful, slender legs and that they led up to perfectly formed buttocks. Through the slits in the sides of her shorts I could see the pale blue bottom of what had to be bikini panties. Seemingly, she had put on only a little makeup, but somehow her eyes, high freckled cheekbones, and full, pouty lips were featured at their best. In short, I finally recognized that my cousin Laurie was one of the most beautiful girls I could ever recall seeing. If I hadn't myself experienced it, I would have wondered how a girl as beautiful as Laurie could ever feel shy around boys.

"Well, Danny, are you ready for me to turn you into a Fred Astaire?" Laurie asked.

"I'm putty in your hands, teacher," I replied.

"Come on, we'll use the den as our studio," she said, and led the way down the stairs to the basement den. As I followed, I couldn't help but notice the way her buttocks moved inside her shorts, tick-tocking back and forth. They were firm and tight, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes from them when we reached the bottom.

"Help me move the furniture away," Laurie said, and grabbed one end of the sofa. I grabbed the other end and we lifted it a few feet away. As we did, Laurie leaned over and the top of her loose tee-shirt fell down, giving me a clear view all the way to her waist. Her breasts were clearly visible, hanging down with pinkish-brown areolas and nipples. Even though her breasts clearly weren't as large as the ones I had seen in Playboy and Penthouse, they seemed as perfect in real life as they had in my dream about Laurie. I would have enjoyed a longer view, but I had to jerk my eyes way when Laurie looked up so that I wouldn't embarrass her.

We quickly finished moving the furniture and Laurie went over and turned on the stereo, putting on a soft-rock CD. Leaning down, Laurie took hold of my hand, pulling me to my feet, and said, "Okay, Twinkletoes, it's time to learn how to fast dance."

Surprisingly, learning to fast dance was much easier than I ever imagined and after about only thirty minutes I was getting good at it. What made it even better was dancing with Laurie. She was a good dancer and the dance steps made every part of her move. The best moving parts, though, were her breasts and her ass. Without a bra, her breasts moved all around under her shirt and I had to concentrate to keep from looking only at them. Her ass, too, was great. When she turned, her buttocks seemed to move independently, sliding up and down alongside each other. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I was enjoying her enjoying herself. I was horny before, but not anything like I felt now.