Rebecca had been best friends with Terry and Mike since they were kids. Every year their play together took on different forms. Each year their parents called by some cute label to describe whatever fad the kids were into: the year of Star Wars, the year of Raiders of the Lost Ark—and then the year would role over and the three friends would forget their most recent fantasy obsession. They would dress up as cowboys and Indians, as Jedi waving invisible swords, and, their mothers’ head shaking in wonder, God knows what else, and run around in the parks and nature trails surrounding their small town until it was time to go to sleep. Since there weren't any girls in the neighborhood, Rebecca spent most of her time with the boys, playing their games and wandering off into the woods with them without paying any heed to her mother.
Since there weren’t any girls at school that Rebecca really liked, she never wanted to be left out of their games. She didn't like to dress like a girl, since that only made her feel isolated. Against her mother's wishes, she would always keep her hair really short, and when her chest began to blossom, she started to wear baggier shirts.
She just wanted to fit in, and emphasizing her differences, she thought, would only make that harder. She was kind of jealous of Terry and Mike’s relationship too. At a moment, they could go off and be together as buddies and no one would gossip. Since Terry and Mike were both blonds, and liked to work out, Rebecca thought they were cool guys, but she also knew in her heart that they were gorgeous too. When they walked together, people often mistook the two boys for twins.
It took Rebecca a while to figure out that over time her interest in the boys was taking on a more adult nature. The boys had muscular arms and rippling abs, and they were only a little taller than she was (5’2). Their facial features were sharp, each had cleft chins. Their manly organs were beautiful, Rebecca thought, spying them out when the boys were peeing. She didn't know if they were 'big' but saw them poking outward from their pants sometimes, especially after a dip in the pond.
Rebecca was no ugly duckling either. Her face had finely chiseled features, and her night-black hair came down to eye level. She had pretty blue eyes that seemed a little too big for her head, but made her all the cuter. If you undressed her you would see her modestly curved body, the concave slope of her abdomen spanning her ribcage and the round mound of her pubis, terminating in a perfect triangle of incoming pubic hair. If you could coax her hands away from her breasts, as Terry and Mike often wished they could, you would see two perfectly round orange sized breasts, and just as solid. Many times, after one of those dips in the pond, the boys could see her nipples beaming out at them, so swollen they ached.
They often went into the woods looking for pieces of trailers and what not, since the forests behind their homes had once been a Civil War battlefield. And so it happened, one summer, the three friends dedicated themselves to swimming in the pond in the woods everyday.
One day Rebecca woke up and felt a warm flush covering her face. She couldn't keep it off, smiling and dawdling in the tub. On a whim she took the shower head and turned the flow on, aiming it at her clitoris. Her legs she spread out on both sides of the tub and lifted her ass to spray her clit and her fat labia.
The warm sensation in her face diffused through her body and the tingling sensation inside and around her vagina slowly gave way to a throbbing orgasm. She threw her head back and tried to stifle a moan, but too late.
'Rebecca, are you okay?' Mom called out.
