This is the story of my first hand job. Kind of an unusual and long set up for it.

But first some background. After my sophomore year of high school, my family moved. I didn’t know it at the time but it was one of the best things to ever happen to me. I had went to a large high school in a rich area. My parents did alright financially but didn’t spend money keeping up with the Jones, or buying me or my sister up to date clothes. I was also a smart k** with bad vision. When you put it all together, my freshman and sophomore years of high school sucked.

When my parents sold our house, the market was very good and they made a huge profit of it. Some of that money did trickle down to my sister and I in the form of new clothes for school and contacts for me.

Before starting at the new school, we had to go to registration. That’s when I discovered my new school was a ‘hick’ high school. It was literally in the middle of four cornfields and 10 miles from the nearest town. Being remote as it was, the registration day was also the physical day for sports. At the time, I didn’t plan to play any sports. Even though I was a good athlete at my old high school I never played a sport. I had played football, basketball and ran track in middle school though. I wasn’t a big k**. At the time I was about 5’6” and 130 pounds.

At the school, I was quickly approached by an older guy who turned out to be the football coach. He introduced himself and encouraged me to come out for the team. I was worried about cuts, but the school was small enough that everyone who tried out made the team. He asked where I lived and I told him. He then introduced me to Patrick. Patrick was a huge guy who apparently lived near me. He had a car and would take me home from practice if I was interested in playing.

What the heck I figured, I’d give it a try. Practices went well. The coach recognized that I was a very good athlete but and behind on experience. The coaches discovered my speed and put me on just about every special team. Things were looking up.

School started and things are so much better than my old school. Everyone was friendly and accepted me. Even the attractive girls were friendly. I discovered another neighbor as well. Her name was Melody and she lived about ¼ up the road from me. I was now a junior and she was a sophomore. She was petite at about 5’2” with a nice build and dirty blonde hair. We had geometry together. Somehow, I was a geometry wiz and she was struggling, so she asked me to help her with homework. We got along great and her mom really liked me as well. I started spending more time with her in the evenings after football practice. I was quickly developing a hug crush on her but she already had a boyfriend at the next school over. I was good with just hanging out with a cute girl. Patrick had noticed our hanging out and wished me luck. He had heard she was “putting out” for her boyfriend. That seemed pretty crazy considering she was only 15.

First football game came and I played pretty well. I had several special teams tackles and fielded a short kickoff and returned it 20 yards. Late in the game I mildly twisted my ankle. They taped it up and I kept playing. We won, but after the game it hurt like hell getting the tape off.

The next day I was supposed to go up to help Melody with her homework. I rode my bike down and she saw me hobbling up to the house. She came out to help me to the house in some skimpy shorts and a tank top. She asked what had happened and I told her about the twisted ankle. I noticed her mom wasn’t home. Her mom was a nurse who occasionally had to work weekends. This was one of those Saturdays. I didn’t think much about it at the time.

We went inside and did the homework. I looked down her tank top every chance I could. She was wearing a bra underneath but the view was still great and I swear every now and then I could see some nipple. She had nice B cup sized boobs. I am not sure if she noticed or not, but if she did, she didn’t make much of an effort to shut down my view. I was also checking out her butt every time she got up.

When we were done with the homework, I limped into the family to watch some TV. I propped up my ankle and took my shoe and sock off. Melody was shocked when she saw my leg. Not the swelling on my ankle but the red marks and torn hair from the athletic tape.

“You should shave your ankles if they are going to tape you up.” She said.

“I guess so but I’ve never shaved my legs before.” At this time, I had no experience shaving anything. I didn’t have enough facial hair to worry about.

“Not your legs, just up your ankle to where the tape is.”

“Ok.” I replied sheepishly.

“Jesus,” she laughed, “you have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“No, I do. I just don’t have any shaving stuff.”

“Why don’t I just shave them for you?” she asked.

“Would you do that for me?”

“You help me with geometry, I can shave your ankles for you.”

She got up and said “Come into the bathroom, I have all my stuff there.” So I got up and followed her cute ass into the bathroom.

“Get into the tub.” I started to get in and she got a razor and shaving cream. She turned on the water and I jumped up. “Hey, my clothes will get all wet!”

“Hmmm, that’s right. I didn’t think about that.” She thought about it for a minute. “Here, take this towel. I’ll leave and you strip down and get in the tub and cover yourself up.”

I did as I was told and was now sitting naked in her bath tub with a towel over my groin area. “Ok, I’m ready.”

She came back in and gave a little laugh as I sat in the tub covering my junk.”

She got to work lathering up my ankles. “Might as well shave both, I bet they will tape both if they think you have weak ankles.” I was in no position to argue and just shook my head yes.

As she worked, she was leaning over more and more. Part of the time I could see her shorts riding up and see more ass and the outline of her pussy bump. Other times I could see straight down her top. No doubt about it now, I was seeing full tit and nipple. I tried not to look but once you see nice tits, you can’t stop looking.

That’s when my dick started to get hard. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice but I was afraid it was going to start poking out above the towel. I tried to move a little to adjust and move the towel up.

When I moved, she turned suddenly and said “Stop moving or I’ll cut you!” That when she caught me staring at her chest.

“What are you doing? Oh my God, were you looking at my tits?!?!” Then she looked down. “Jesus Christ, do you have a boner?”

I was stunned and silent.

She reach down to the towel and grabbed where my rock hard cock was. “You’re such a perv!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it…”

“Couldn’t help looking at my tits?” she smirked. I wasn’t sure if she mad or just playing it up. She could see the panic on my face. “Well, I don’t blame you. They are nice tits.”

I breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then she followed with “but I can’t keep shaving your ankles with you having a boner. Take care of it.”

I was confused “What do you mean?”

“Jerk off or whatever you call it.”

I was still not sure what to do and froze.

“Come on, whip it out and stroke it out” and with that she grabbed the towel and jerked it off. Now she could see my cock standing straight.

“Not bad” she said. “It felt pretty big under the towel.”

I still hadn’t moved. I didn’t cover it up either.

“Jerk it.”

I was still hesitant. I was a guy. I had been jerking off for years but never with anyone watching, much less a hot girl.

“Do I have to do everything?” she said. Then she grabbed it with her hand. It was like an electric shock. She worked her hand around it. “Nice size, good thickness.” She was pulling it back and forth and looking it over.

I was totally stunned at this point. I was looking back and forth at her hand, then her face and back again. She leaned over to move into a position where she stroke it a little better and her top fell open. My eyes went straight to her chest. I strained to see more.

“You want to see my tits again?” she stopped and asked.

Like a mouse I whispered “Yes.”

All you have to do is ask.

I paused for second and realized she really wanted me to ask.

“May I see your tits?”

“Certainly.” They she let go of my dick and took off her tank top. “Bra too?”

“Please”

She reached behind her and undid the clasp. I saw them drop slightly but the bra was still on. She put her arm over the bra and let the strap fall. I felt my eyes and my cock bulge. She laughed a little and dropped the bra. There they were. The first set of tits I’d seen in person. They were perfect. Nice little hard nipples. No sag.

“But you can’t touch them,” I was disappointed but in no position to argue. She grabbed my cock again and started stoking. “and I’m not going to blow you. That’s just for Craig.” Again, some disappointment but I was good with the hand job at the moment.

She stopped and spit in her palm and then got busy. I knew it wasn’t going to take long. After about 45 seconds of serious stroking I was at the point of no return. My head went back, I let out a moan and got ready to let it fly. She had my cock point straight up and I shot my load about 2 feet into the air. She pulled her head back out the way and let out a “Wow” and kept jerking. I had about 4 good squirting in me. All up in the air and back down on my cock, stomach and her hand.

When I was done, she let go of my cock and asked “Feel better?” I just nodded yes. She turned on the water and washed the cum off her hand.

“Now I can finish.” She went back to shaving my ankles topless like it was the most natural thing in the world. I started to get the towel to wipe myself off and cover up. “If you cover up, I’m putting my top back on.” That settled it for me. I put the towel down and left my softening dick uncovered. She finished the first ankle and I was completely soft. She grabbed my little penis and commented “I guess you are a grower. I’d never suspect this little thing would get that big.” I turned red. “Don’t worry, you’ve got a nice size. No one is ever going to complain.”

She then started to shave the ankle further away. She leaned over, making sure I got a good look at her ass and the slight hang and sway of her tits. It didn’t take long until I was growing hard again.

By the time she finished with the second ankle I was fully engorged again. She looked at it and rolled her eyes. “I’m not jerking you off again. You do it this time if you want to. I’ll let you look at my tits while you do it.” That was a deal I wasn’t going to pass up.

I tentatively took my cock and stroke a little while getting good eye full of tits. She was watching how I held my cock and how I stroked. I realized she was trying to learn a new technique. I was enjoying the view, so I didn’t stroke vigorously to cum. She realized what I was doing.

“You are such a pervert! Get your rocks off so I can get dressed!”

“Ok, ok” So I got serious and she watched intently. After about 30 seconds, I launched more cum into the air. She watched until I was done and then started to put her bra and top back on. “Take a shower and clean yourself up and make sure all the cum is down the drain.”

She walked out and I did as I was told. I was still in shock, but it was a good shock.

After my shower, I got dressed and went out to the family room with Melody. Nothing was said about what just took place in the bathroom. We hung out for a while until she needed to get ready for her date with Craig that night.

When I was getting ready to leave, she said “That was fun but it’s not going to happen again. I’ve got a boyfriend. And if you tell anyone about it, I’ll tell them you have a tiny dick.”

“But you said I was nice sized” I countered.

“So I did, but you tell anyone and I tell them you have tiny dick.”

“Ok, I get it.” I smiled and went home.

I went on to get firmly placed into the “friend zone” but almost more like the brother zone. We continued to have a great friendship and that day was never talked about again. She was wrong though about it not happening again. It wasn’t exactly the same thing but a year or so later I got something to add to the story.

I was a senior and she was a junior. It was after prom but before my graduation. I had joined the military and was scheduled to ship out a week after graduation. Soon after basic, I was off to college. We had been through a lot in the past year and a half. Boyfriends and girlfriends breakups. Crying on each other shoulders. At the time we were both single. Like I said, we had become very close. Almost like brother and sister, or so I thought.

One night we made plans and we told our parents we were both staying with friends but really just wanted to sneak around all night and drink to celebrate one of our last night’s together. We ended up at her grandparent’s barn and got drunk and a bit horny.

We were buzzing and sitting in the loft next to the open door letting in the full moon light. We had been laughing and telling stories. Then she asked “Is your dick still as big as it was?”

I was quiet for a second “Are your tits still as great as they were?”

“Better” she snorted and peeled off her top. She was right. They were awesome in the moonlight. I had seen three other sets since seeing hers the first time but they were still special.

I stood up and pulled down my shorts and started stroking my semi-hard cock. “Still as big?”

“I think I can make it bigger.” She stood up as well and stripped off her shorts and underwear. She was right. I quickly had a huge raging hard-on. I could also see she must have trimmed her pussy hair because she was nearly bald. I could just barely see her labia slightly hanging below.

“Let me do that” she said as she move in close to me and took my hand off my cock and starting slowly stroking. “Now, you help me” she said as she took my hand and put it on her pussy. I started to rub some and could feel her wetness on my fingers.

I moved in to kiss her and she turned her head away. “No kissing, we’ve made it this far without becoming involved, I can’t now with you leaving.” It was hard because I had wanted it for so long but I respected her wishes.

We sat back down on the blanket and felt each other up. We took turns, really. I would finger bang her and she rubbed her clit to get off and then she jerked me off. No oral, no intercourse and still no kissing. After we had both came, we laid naked next to each other in the moonlight. Close but not really cuddling. We were both now painfully sober.

“I’ve never forgot the first time I saw your dick” she said. “I wanted to blow you right then.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“I had Craig at the time and I knew Sarah liked you.” Neither one of those worked out for long. Sarah is another story with no sex and even less action. “And now you are going away.”

“I’m sorry. I wish I had known.” I said.

“I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. But I did want to feel your cock one more time before you left. I’m sorry if I’ve been a tease at times.”

Tonight had been her idea from the beginning. She had planned this all along. I didn’t want to ruin the moment and ask too many questions or gush out my long suppressed feelings for her.

“It’s ok. I will never forget our times together, with and without clothes.” I laughed. “Besides, we may end up at the same college. You still haven’t made up your mind.”

“Maybe it will happen someday then.” Soon we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up she was gone. I headed home. We saw each other just about daily until I left for basic training. It was just like before, best friends or brother and sister. You would never know we spend a night naked together.

That would be the last time ‘almost’ hooking up as well. We did end up going to different schools, dated and married different people and live now in different states. But I’ll always remember. I wonder if she does too….