The pool party had been going on for several hours, and it was well after dark, when Amy asked me if I'd wanted to go for a walk in the woods behind the house.
She was 18, I was 19, but we'd known each other since we were toddlers, our families being very close and part of the same church group.
The party was to celebrate her high school graduation (I graduated the year before) and was mainly our families along with some of our mutual friends from church and school.
As I said, we'd been friends for a long time, but it was only in recent months that things seemed to change between us.
Talking about our futures, our questions of what we wanted to do with our lives, our secret bonding over our mutual distaste of our parents' particular brand of religion, had brought us closer together as friends, but also somehow felt more than JUST friends.
I'd certainly started noticing her beautiful body more recently as well.
Amy was blonde, with curly shoulder length locks, now damp around her face. Blue eyes that almost matched the pool water we were currently floating in.
Her one-piece bathing suit was modest (I'm sure her parents had some say in that) but still couldn't help but highlight the curves of her perfect apple sized breasts, or the roundness of her ass that hadn't quite lost its "baby fat" yet.
She was well tanned of course; it was her pool and she spent a lot of time sunning herself when she wasn't actually swimming in it.
We'd been playing Marco Polo for awhile along with our friends, and there was the usual silliness, splashing, and occasional "accidental" groping of random body parts as we all chased each other around the pool, taking turns being the "blind" player.
My hands had found Amy's body on more than a few occasions when it was my turn. I was starting to think she was letting me catch her just so my hands could brush against her hips, her back, and yes once right across her round bubble butt.
We'd been taking a break from the game and just floating nearby each other, catching our breath, when she asked about going for the walk.
Most of our friends had left the pool already, getting snacks or drinks or just drying off.
"You really wanna?" I asked, surprised. We'd been spending a lot of time together recently, but both of us having very religious conservative parents made it difficult to actually pursue any kind of true dating relationship.
We weren't girlfriend / boyfriend yet, not by any stretch, but had certainly progressed beyond mere childhood friends in the past several weeks.
I still remember my surprise when she kissed me right on the lips at her graduation ceremony just a few days ago.
Oh it was quick, and she'd been hugging and kissing lots of folks. But it wasn't accidental on her part and it certainly didn't feel platonic.
"Yeah, come on, it'll be fun, I promise," she replied. The smile on her face was mischievous to say the least.
I was a bit scared honestly. Both our parents would freak out if they caught us sneaking off together. I honestly couldn't wait to get out of my house and away from all the religious nonsense. But until then I had to put up with their repressive bullshit that made it incredibly difficult for me to even consider dating any girls on a regular basis, let alone get laid.
We climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and took a look around.
Our parents all seemed busy, chatting away with some of the other parents in attendance, drinking, laughing, and playing some card game.
I didn't think they'd notice us.
"Ok let's go, lead the way I guess. You know these woods better than me."
Amy didn't hesitate. She took my hand and led me to a little path that was barely visible in the dark.
As we got to the edge by the tree line, we both took one more look around, saw no one noticing us, and quietly slipped through the trees and down the path.
We hadn't gone very far when we came to a little clearing. A few stumps marked where some trees had been cleared, and a small pile of wood to one side, apparently the remains of some makeshift fort.
"My brothers cleared this spot years ago; they used to have sleepouts in their fort. They never let me come here with them but I've always known about it. They eventually forgot about it as they got older, but I never did. It's a nice spot to just get away and be alone for a while, " she explained.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool I guess" I said, then, awkwardly, "not that many bugs here."
She laughed. "I keep it clear here so it doesn't get overgrown. And I sprayed some bug killer here earlier this afternoon. Just in case." She had that mischievous grin again and a twinkle in her eye I couldn't fathom.
"In case what?" I asked stupidly. God, the cluelessness of a teenage boy.
"In case this" she said and suddenly she was in my arms, her lips pressed to mine.
I froze for a moment, but thankfully, instinct took over, and I kissed her back.
She broke the kiss after a few seconds, almost reluctantly. "I've been wanting to do that forever, you know. I've been waiting so long for the right moment."
I smiled, hoping she couldn't see how red my face was in the moonlight that shone down on us.
"Wow. Well I'm...I'm glad you did Amy. That was...that was really...that was really nice." I stuttered around the words like an idiot.
"I'm glad you liked it. Because I wanna do it again." She smiled, looking at me in anticipation.
This time I made the move, pulling her gently by the waist, leaning down a bit (she was shorter than me) and moving in for another kiss.
She met me halfway and once again our lips connected.
We were both inexperienced, but we got the hang of it quickly. I tested her lips with my tongue; they parted and accepted it. She offered her tongue in return, and we explored, if a bit awkwardly, the art of French kissing.
We'd break the kiss only for a few moments to look into each other's eyes, smile, then right back at it.
My hands up until that point had remained on her hips. Her arms were up around my neck and she was standing on her toes to help get some height.
I decided to be a bit bolder, and slowly started moving my hands. First just slowly up then back down her sides. I repeated this move a few times and her body seemed to respond positively, so I got braver.
My hands went back to her hips, then slowly around to her back. While the front of her suit was modest, the back was mostly open, allowing my hands to gently caress her soft, perfect skin.
She broke the kiss and giggled, "that tickles!"
"Sorry," I said, lying.
"I didn't say stop, did I?" She replied softly, then started kissing me again.
My hands continued rubbing her back, but now I was moving them in small slow circles, lower, and lower still, stopping just above her ass.
I could feel her wriggling, trying to stand taller, and realized she was trying to actually move her ass UP and into my hands!
I took her signal and went with it, sliding my hands down and finally cupping the perfect teen bubble butt I'd up until then been able to admire only with my eyes.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she broke the kiss. "Finally. Took you long enough, " she giggled again playfully.
"I was trying to be a gentleman, " I joked.
"Well stop trying so hard" she shot back playfully.
