August 15th (Futa and male)

Story by Gilgamesh

This was intended to be my entry into the Stories Contest. But it went way past the length maximum. I thought of breaking it up into three stories (the first of which could be entered), but frankly, I don't have the time, will or ability to do so.

I had it looked over by some friends...and well, I'm sorry but I don't have the time or will to be able to make the changes suggested. Sorry young man, sorry.

Whether it turned out well, forged in the fires of my passion and hammered into shape by my mind, I don't know.

Critique, commentary and all that is always appreciated.

Oh, and thanks to eliseolisbos for pointing out that vagina-vulva thing. Fixed a line because of it.

Please pardon the length.

Contains:

Futa fucking male

Male fucking futa

Mild lolicon (uh, they're 14 at one point in the story and I don't play the 'little girl' thing too much, more 'budding into womanhood', 'teenager' sort of thing)

Downloadable Version:

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EDIT: My commentary on the story, should you care.

EDIT 2: To clarify, the pattern is Present, Flashback, Present, Flashback, Present.

Sunlight broke through the leaves of the trees above me. It wasn’t blindingly bright, seeing as my eyes were closed. But my eyelids would only block a fraction of the light, making it annoying. Almost in tune with the splashing in the distance, I turned on my side, away from the direct sunlight.

“Is that all you’re gonna do Aaron? Just lie there?” The splashing started to grow louder and drew closer.

My best friend is sloshing through the shallows of the freshwater lake, likely coming to either splash water on me or to hit me in the face with a fish. A few summers ago that actually happened.

Plopping down on the blanket beside me, Nevada shook my head with wet hands. “Wake up. We only do this once a year, we got to make sure we do stuff during it!”

First the sun, and now my friend. It seems that the activity of enjoying the fine late summer day by the lake with a nap was not in the great divine plan. My eyes opened to the outside world intent on annoying me. The groan of annoyance in my throat was stopped by Nevada’s ample and wet cleavage three inches from my face. If I looked carefully, I could probably see the outline of her nipples through the green bikini top.

Yes, my best friend is a girl.

She moved down the blanket, our eyes met. She was grinning.

“You know, maybe you should try lying down and enjoying the atmosphere, instead of splashing around in the lake like a kid.” Ever since she was a kid,, she was always a tomboy, more eager than I to go out and do things. The amount of energy she had always made her a handful.

She turned on her other side, now facing away from me. Her wet, raven black hair and brown back came into view. “Fine” she was curt, which was to be expected “We’ll can lie around for a while, if you insist on being lazy.” When Nevada was in a good mood, she’d go along when things wouldn’t go her way, although it would assuredly be only a temporary thing. When she was a bit more playful, she’d make you do what she wanted, even if she had to drag you along for the ride.

This August heat was something we had dealt with together for years. It was a tradition. For the last decade, Nevada and I had camped out at this lake in the woods every year. Back during the first two years, we were just kids brought together by the fact our families took their vacation at the same place at the same time and the fact there were no other kids to play with at the time. When we found out we went to the same school, we became friends, and when we became teenagers, we would come out here on our own.

The peaceful near silence of nature was broken as Nevada fidgeted. Girl always was pretty frisky. “Man, I’m bored.” She turned over, facing me. “Can we do that?”

“Can’t even wait an hour?” I turned again, lying on my back. Leaves were giving me some shade from the relentless brightness of the sun.

She moved, sitting up from the ground. Her brown leg, more natural than tan, swung over my chest as she straddled atop of me. “I can’t help but think of the things we have done over the years when we come here.” Her face was a bit red, a little embarrassed.

I rolled my eyes. She’s tried that face on me many, many times. Her feints don’t work on me anymore. “No, you’re not necessarily going first. We settle this like we always do.” I pointed a closed hand at her..

The usual way we settle who goes first was with a challenge of wits, strategy and hand gestures; a game of rock-paper-scissors. (We tried once with a thumb war, but when I was winning, she stomped on my foot and declared herself winner.) In the past, she hasn’t played the same move twice in a r

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