By the age of 12 my best friend Anna and I had formed a very strong relationship.
Having discovered at age 10 our attraction to one another we had continued to meet in private whenever possible and indulge our physical passions (see Anna and I: Cumming of Age). Strong as our bond was though we also knew that we liked boys.

Anna and I would often arouse ourselves looking at my fathers’ pornography collection of magazines and photographs. He had piles of them stored in an old trunk in the basement, a trunk whose ancient lock I had learned to pick with ease. A bent paper clip and a nail file became my passports to the world of grown-up erotica.

The pictures of men and women, women together; even the odd gay pic showing two men engaged in oral and anal sex that my father had for some reason collected, equally fascinated us. But never having seen a real life erection we became especially interested in looking at the male models. Their huge cocks fascinated us and the rare photo of a man cumming would send us into giggling raptures. We longed so badly for one of our very own to play with!

At the age of 12 we all begin to look at each other differently and Anna and I were no exception. We and our peers were all starting to make that awkward transition from childhood to adolescence and new standards now applied. Boys were no longer 'icky', they were instead rated as potential boyfriend material and girls were often assessed as potential rivals for the affection of those same boys. The hormones had kicked in!

Anna and I had an even broader agenda than our fellow 12-year-olds. We were bisexual and fully involved in a committed emotional and sexual relationship with each other but this did not stop us from looking at the boys too. I recall this time as being one of almost continuous horniness!

In moving to Middle School we were now exposed to the older students as well, especially girl students whose sexual attributes were a little more developed than ours. We often felt a bit inferior to them but we were at the same time enjoying a voyeuristic smorgasbord. Anna and I also knew that we had to keep our relationship and sexual preferences secret. Alas, we knew that teenagers could be ferociously homophobic.

Anna and I both agreed that we could have a boyfriend if we wanted but drew the line at having sexual or romantic relationships with other girls. This would hurt. This would violate our trust in each other. But boys were a different story, which is how we came to meet Aaron, a senior no less!

Aaron was 4 years older than us but had taken a liking to Anna one day, thinking she was older than she was. Anna was tall at 5’ 6” and had a nicely developing bust line, making her easily pass for 14 or 15. Her long straight blonde hair and blue eyes set off a very pretty pixie face that had a cute little overbite and a slightly upturned nose, which she hated and I thought was adorable. So did Aaron. And legs! Did she have legs!

With skillful lies of omission Anna kept Aaron interested in her without revealing her age or grade. She knew his attraction to her would vanish when he found out she was only 12, but she wanted to have some fun first. She kibitzed and flirted with him like a pro before asking if he’d like to meet her best friend.

The game was up when Anna introduced me to Aaron because I looked exactly 12 years old and he knew we were probably the same age. He surprised us both by laughing out loud when the realization of Anna’s age hit him. I took that moment to study him. He was definitely handsome, tall and slim with short wavy brown hair, warm blue eyes and a truly radiant smile. In fact I could almost see that little burst of light going ‘ting’ off his white even teeth as he chortled away at himself and us. I certainly give Anna credit for taste.

“Oh God!” he exclaimed, “You’re a bubble-gummer!” this being senior slang for the under-14 set at the time.

Anna visibly blushed at his remark. “Hey, you thought I was okay a few minutes ago,” she said, then started to laugh as well. Her ego had been well and truly boosted by his attentions and Aaron proved to be most gracious in the sport that Anna had played with him. Aaron was a nice guy.

In the weeks that followed Aaron sort of adopted us. He frequently had the use of his parents’ car and worked part time bussing in a restaurant, allowing him to treat his “gummer” friends to an occasional drive and lunch every now and then. This was very heady stuff for two 12 year old girls fresh from elementary school! Anna and I both adored him and came to trust him implicitly. He became the first person we ever told about our relationship.

On many a night Anna and I sat down and discussed Aaron. We were grateful for his friendship and the total respect he showed us. He never made any advances towards either of us although he wasn’t beyond the odd peek at our breasts. Nor did his eyes ignore Anna’s delectable butt (but then, neither did mine!). We loved Aaron as a friend and occasionally one of us would even admit to a small crush on him. Therefor we felt it only fair to let him know what the score was with us, besides which we really did want to share our feelings with someone and we trusted him with both our secret and our feelings.

It was on a warm spring Saturday afternoon that we told him. We had planned the moment to a precision that would have done a film director proud, anticipating he would say this and we would respond with that and blah, blah, blah!

As it turned out Aaron just looked at us, smiled, and said “Yeah, I kinda figured that out for myself,” which of course ruined our whole fear-soaked, scripted, well-crafted and thoroughly analyzed scenario we had so meticulously laid out to cover this very moment.

“You DID?” Anna and I cried in unison, seated around him in the family car. We thought had been so careful!

“ How did you know?” I asked him in amazement. I was not only curious I was worried that if Aaron could figure out our relationship then so could other people. I shuddered at the thought (thankfully, no one ever did).

“I just notice things when you’re together, like the way you guys look at each other and talk to each other. But don’t worry!” he added hastily “I won’t tell a soul! This is cool with me. I just like your company!” he said, flashing that impossibly bright smile at us again.

After this anticlimactic dénouement, Anna and I sat back with a huge sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally tell someone about our relationship and still be accepted, especially by someone as dear to us as Aaron. A great weight suddenly lifted from our shoulders, then Anna and I both recall having this amazing feeling of freedom following our disclosure. Aaron simply kept on being Aaron as if nothing had happened, and for that we adored him all the more.

After our ‘talk’ Aaron invited us to his house, explaining that his parents were out until late that evening. Anna and I thought that was a great idea, especially because of the big swimming pool in his back yard. Now we had been to Aaron’s place before so there was no hesitancy or fear on our part. In fact the opposite was true. Unknown at that point to each other Anna and I were beginning to have some sexual fantasies around our hero Aaron.

Aaron was a very unique individual. He truly did not care what others thought of him and was never one to follow the crowd. He had his own way of dressing that was always eye catching but he never bowed to the latest conformity in fashion and yet he seemed always in style no matter what he wore. He was completely his own person and people liked and respected him for it. We were very honored to be his friends. By accepting us so openly he made us feel just like him – completely our own persons and worthy of respect!

We had both brought our bathing suits along so when the three of us arrived at Aaron’s house, Anna and I went into the bathroom to change. We quickly disrobed and donned our 2 piece outfits but before we went out to the pool Anna took my arm and stopped me.

“Aaron is such a neat guy. Do you think he might let us, you know, see what he looks like and stuff?” she giggled.

“I think if we were to give him a bit of a show he just might!” I said, “Do you want to try?” I asked her. She giggled a wicked little acknowledgment and then nodded her head by way of reply.

I was now tingling with excitement as we met Aaron beside the pool. He looked gorgeous in his black Speedo. His body was on the thin side but all his muscles were clearly defined and it was obvious he took good care of himself. On that particular day I nearly creamed my panties when I saw him laid out on a deck chair sipping on a soda. I was a bundle of nerves, but Anna seemed almost serene, a complete reversal of our usual state of affairs.

I followed Anna to the pool edge and we both dived in making as small a splash as we could, hoping to impress Aaron no doubt. As I surfaced I saw him watching us from the side when Anna suddenly emerged beside me, put her arms around me and kissed me square on the lips. She made it linger for a few wonderful seconds and even gave me her tongue before we broke apart. I was both embarrassed and aroused. We had never done anything like that with someone watching us before so I quickly looked at Aaron and saw him simply smiling his benign Aaron smile and I relaxed. It was okay.

We got out of the pool and came over to sit beside Aaron. I saw him taking in our young bodies displayed in our modest black and red 2-piece swimsuits. Anna looked magnificent with her very mature looking breasts, slim body and long sexy legs. I was shorter than Anna but many hours of gymnastics had given me a very sleek body that alas, sported as yet a very modest A-cup pair of breasts. Aaron looked us over and seemed to appreciate us both equally, which of course was part of his charm.

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