Thinking Alike

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Chapter 1

When you’re young and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you’ve got the world at your feet, but only when you’re older do you realize how true that was. It doesn’t always seem that way at the time, especially if you’re not the most self-confident person.

It all started halfway through my last year of high school. I had just turned 18, and I was still a virgin. I lived with my parents and Irene, who lived next door and was exactly a year older than me, right down to the month. Life was so much simpler then.

With our ages being so close, Irene and I had always been close as kids, and with my father working away a lot of the time in his job as a manager of a building company and my mother working shifts as a nurse, we spent a lot of time at home on our own. That made us even closer. We fought, argued occasionally, and behaved like most other kids, but we were pretty close when it came down to it.

When we were young, Irene and I played the games most kids played together, but we also had a little game of our own where we would pick a TV series with a married couple in it, and we would pretend we were the husband and wife in the show. We would act out our version and kiss each other on the lips in a schoolkid imitation of what we saw the actors doing on TV, and as a young kid, I found this very exciting.

It seemed like it all stopped the year Irene turned 17, and I always thought she just grew out of it. Even so, I used to fantasize about taking things further, especially after I discovered porn.

I found out at the age of 16 that adult women have pubic hair, and occasionally, for the next few years, I would wonder what Irene looked like down there, inside her panties.

I got my chance one day when she was 17, and when her parents passed away from an auto accident, she stayed at my house and had a party with four friends here.

Although we didn’t have a pool, they all brought their bikinis along, and the five danced under the backyard's lawn sprinklers.

When the first girls arrived, I was watching TV, and Irene walked through the family room to join them outside. She wore a bikini with cut-off denim shorts over her bottom.

Halfway across the room, she stopped to pull off her shorts, but her bikini bottom came down as well, and for an instant, I got a look at her grown-up bush from across the room. I thought my cock would explode, and even though I don’t think she even knew I saw her, I wanked over that sight for months.

Then, as the girls frolicked under the sprinklers outside, I found a vantage point looking out the bathroom window. I was in heaven as their wet bikini bottoms molded themselves to the contours of their pussies, and their tits bounced freely in their bikini tops while they jumped around under the water. I put that memory to good use later on, too.

Fast-forward two years, we were Irene at 19 and me at 18. She had a job as a receptionist at the local Ford dealer and a boyfriend named Liam, who was two years older than she was. Irene was five feet, two inches tall, with a slim build, and I guess you could say her looks were more girl next door than beauty queen, but if you took a second look, you’d see that she had a curvy shape, great legs, a nice round, firm backside, and tits that were not big, but well shaped and in proportion to the rest of her. She had light brown, medium-length hair, fair skin, and almond shaped eyes, and if you got close, you could see she had a little sprinkle of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had a great sense of humor and smiled a lot.

Years of gymnastics and netball had made her very supple, and although she gave up gymnastics at 16, she could still do the splits at the drop of a hat, and she had kept on playing netball on the weekends, so she kept herself toned.