Five Minutes with Allison

A last-minute invite to a neighbor's family barbecue sets up a lust-filled July afternoon for Harold and Allison at Crystal Lake!

It was the stickiest part of the summer of 1982. The clock had just passed 2 p.m. on one of those oppressively hot days, the kind where you do not want to physically exert yourself unless you absolutely have to do so. I, Harold Lindsay, had planned nothing whatsoever for my 18-year-old self that July Saturday, apart from lounging in the coolness of my basement and reading one of several books I had started long ago but never completed. My pleasure reading would be done with a tall, cool beverage within arm's reach. I had just read a page or two from a sports biography when there was a series of loud and unexpected knocks on my side door.

It was my friend and neighbor, Gavin McPherson. He too was 18 years old. Gavin asked me if I had any great plans for the rest of the day. Of course, I was more than quite content with staying home and doing nothing, but since I did not want to sound rude, I politely listened to his offer. "Harold," he said, "my family and I are heading to Crystal Lake for a barbecue with my aunt, uncle and cousins, the Kenmores. They are meeting us there. However, my sister, Gwen, just got called into work at her summer job at Dairy Queen a few minutes ago. The staff are overwhelmed there today because of the huge crowd of customers. They need her, so she's had to cancel out of the barbecue trip. There's now an empty space in the car and plenty of food and drinks if you want to take her place. No pressure, Harold, but we plan on leaving in about 10 minutes, so you pretty much have to decide right now if you want to come along or not."

All things considered, it was a very kind offer. Swimming in a cool lake and enjoying a barbecue sounded quite appealing (as long as someone else was doing all the work), so I gave Gavin an affirmative response.
"Great!" he replied. "Just bring your swimsuit, a beach towel, and your appetite." Within a few minutes I was in the backseat of the McPhersons' automobile.

Crystal Lake was a manmade recreation spot. It was a little bit off the beaten path, so it was chronically underused by the public, even on ideal days such as this one. Therefore, it was a great place to go on a warm July day if you wanted to avoid the usual crowded destinations. Gavin told me his aunt and uncle liked to visit the lake too, with their two children, Allison and Bernie. "It will be a fun day, Harold," he insisted. He turned out to be quite prescient about that.

When we arrived at Crystal Lake, there were just a few cars parked in the dirt lot. Gavin recognized one of them as belonging to his relatives. "We've been beaten here," he noted. "I'm sure they're already at the beach." That was indeed the case. We all pitched in to carry lawn chairs, beach blankets, swimwear, and bags full of food and drinks and we headed down the meandering pathway to the sandy beach. When we were about 30 feet away from where the beach began, Gavin's mom spotted the Kenmores and said rather sarcastically to the three of us, "I see Allison is dressed for the occasion."

She certainly was! Allison Kenmore, whom I had never met or knew existed before this memorable day, was packed tightly into a one-piece pink swimsuit. She was a 5’4” brunette who was extremely busty for her age. It was a trait that could not be disguised--and Allison had no urge to disguise it. I knew where my attention would be diverted for the rest of the day at Crystal Lake!

Gavin shouted hello when we got within about five yards of the Kenmores. Allison, looked for Gwen for just a moment, and quickly figured out I was her replacement at today’s barbecue. “Hey, who is this?” she asked Gavin with considerable enthusiasm in both her voice and with her attractive blue eyes.

“Oh, this is my friend and neighbor, Harold Lindsay. He literally lives across the street from me. Unfortunately, Gwen had to back out at the last minute because she got called into work,” Gavin explained, “so Harold came along with me. I hope that’s okay with everyone.”

“I have no problem with that at all!” Allison quickly chimed in. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she liked the looks of me almost as much as I liked the looks of her. It may not have been love at first sight, but it was undeniably lust at first sight. Whatever it was, it was very flattering!

For the next ten minutes, I completely doted on this sexy girl. I brought her a cold drink and snacks, sunscreen and whatever else her heart desired. “I like that you are catering to me like a true gentleman, Harold,” she told me, “but you don’t have to do that. Just sit here beside me and keep me company. That’s good enough for me. Let’s talk.”

After about five minutes of chatting, I knew Allison was not a Mensa member, nor was she born to be a delegate to the United Nations. It did not matter to me one iota. Her good looks and sex appeal had completely won me over. Alison was having the same reaction to me. Without being noticed, Allison began subtly touching me while we talked, running her fingers up my arm, sexily squeezing my hands and knees when no one else was looking. I played along too, caressing Allison’s arms, legs and face. I even lovingly ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair a couple of times.

“Let’s both of us go into the water,” Allison suggested. “It looks so inviting!”

I nodded and said very softly, “You do, too!” which caused her to giggle slightly.

“Take me by the hand, please, Harold,” Allison instructed. “There are some rocks in the shallow water that can be very slippery. I don’t want to fall.”

This was certainly the fastest moving romantic encounter I’d ever had with a girl in my whole life. We were still holding hands as we advanced out to where the water was waist-deep. Then we both plunged in headfirst. When we both surfaced, Allison wrapped her arms around me and I did the same with her. “Harold, we better not get too affectionate too soon,” she advised. “My parents are very strict and overprotective of me. If we do get too friendly with one another, they’ll put a stop to it, and that will ruin the whole barbecue and get both of us in trouble.

“That’s a damn shame, Allison,” I opined. “I think you are one gorgeous girl. I might not be able to control myself!”

“Same with me,” she concurred. “You are extremely handsome, Harold. I hope you realize that.”

It was not the first time I’d been given such a compliment in the past couple of years. I honestly figured I was an average-looking 18-year-old male, but if Allison thought I was extraordinary in some way, I was not going to dispute it.

After establishing a respectable distance between us to satisfy parental concerns, Allison said, “This is so stupid. We should be fucking here in the water right now, don’t you think?”

I was taken aback by the bluntness of Allison’s question, but I stated, “Yeah, you’re right!” (What else could I say? I certainly wasn’t going to say no to her query.)

Allison added, “I have a hunch we are going to be scrutinized very closely by my parents—and Gavin’s parents, too—so we don’t have too much fun together, if you get my drift, Harold.”

I certainly did.

Allison continued, “Let’s see if we can arrange to be alone for five minutes so we can at least have a quickie together.” I nodded. Allison had a plan where by we’d utilize the area directly behind the one building on the beach. It was a brick structure that was a combination male restroom and changeroom and female restroom and changeroom. Allison figured if we headed there separately, perhaps we’d not be noticed as absent from the rest of the group.

Once we both got out of the water, I immediately headed toward the building. Allison waited two minutes and did the same thing. No one noticed that we both went to the grassy area behind the structure instead of going inside it. While waiting for her arrival, I immediately started stroking my dick to get it hard. Picturing myself having sexual relations with beautiful Allison made my penis go from flaccid to rock-hard in only about 15 seconds.

Allison appeared moments later. Wasting no time at all, she grabbed me by the hand and led me toward a grassy depression behind the changerooms that was conveniently out of the sightlines of everyone. She didn’t remove her one-piece swimsuit entirely. She just pulled the top part down to expose her terrific tits. Then she took a position on her back and pulled part of her bathing suit’s crotch to the side, showing me her shaved pussy. There was no doubt whatsoever what Allison expected of me. Of course, I was more than happy to oblige.

Unlike this beautiful girl lying in the tall grass before me, I completely stripped out of my swim trunks. My penis was on high alert, pointing skyward. I knew we had agreed on a mere five-minute tryst, but I was still going to enjoy Allison’s prominent breasts. They were simply too tempting to resist! I lied atop her and groped and sucked on them for at least a minute. Then I shoved my penis into Alison’s warm vagina as she continued to pull sideways on the bottom of her swimsuit to provide me with access to her most private body part. Having passionate intercourse with this sexy, young, blonde stranger was a marvelous sensation—from top to bottom!

I immediately suspected that I was not the first male to enjoy the sexual delights of Allison Kenmore, but that assumption mattered little. I enjoyed the fuck. I grabbed her waist with both my hands to make my thrusts inside her stronger. Allison was enjoying being ravaged. “Keep fucking me hard, Harold!” she squealed. “I want to come when you do.”

I don’t think we achieved that feet. I believe I came just a few seconds before my sex partner did. I did not consider pulling out. Allison received three large blasts of sticky jism from me. We kissed and cuddled for a moment. Then Allison said, “I think we’d better head back and join the rest of the group. The others might be getting suspicious. Put your swim trunks back on, Harold, and you walk back first. I’ll wait a couple of minutes before joining you.”

Despite the workout, my penis was still in a semihard state, so I had to wait a bit longer than I anticipated before I could put my swimsuit back on. The Kenmores’ barbecue was just being prepared for a late afternoon meal of hot dogs and hamburgers, and all the adults seemed occupied with that task. Bernie and Gavin were playing checkers. No one had seen nor suspected what Allison and I had just rushed through.

During our tasty meal, Gavin announced, “In case I didn’t make it clear, Gwen told me to express her sorrow about missing this barbecue at the beach today. She’d love to be here, of course.”

“Gwen who?” joked Allison. Her funny comment elicited plenty of good-natured laughs. Obviously, absolutely everyone else in the two families had noticed that Allison and I were quite smitten with one another.

Gavin’s mom boldly proffered the idea that Allison and I would “certainly make a lovely couple indeed.” Even Allison’s parents did not utter any sort of objection to that statement.

“I’ll say this,” I said to continue the conversation, “Allison is certainly a fetching young lady. I could do worse than her, that’s for sure.” Allison reacted to the compliment by cutely kissing me on the cheek.

“See!” Gavin’s mom noted. “The attraction between you two was obvious after only a few minutes to me. You live about 20 miles apart from one another. Still, you two should make plans to get together some evening for a movie, or to go bowling, or some other fun activity. Who know where it might lead?”

“Don’t be so pushy, dear,” Gavin’s father interjected. “I know you just love being a matchmaker but let things take their natural course.”

“I actually think that’s a great idea,” I said. Let’s go for another quick swim, Allison, and we can make some plans while we’re cooling off in the lake. The humidity is still awful.”

We both swam far out in the lake to an area where we could still stand but we’d be far enough away from the beach where our actions would be a bit blurry to onlookers. I Quickly pulled off my swim trunks and pushed the crotch of Allison’s swimsuit to one side. Before Allison could ask me what I was doing, I promptly shoved my hard penis into her vagina for the second time that warm afternoon. It felt just as wonderful as the first time.

“Your parents are too far away to discern that I’m happily fucking their darling daughter,” I informed her. “Aren’t you glad about that?”

“Absolutely!” she replied. “Gavin’s mom is right: Who knows where all this might eventually lead?”

“Lead? Thus far our sexual romps have led to us going to a movie or a bowling alley someday,” I kidded.
“Frankly, Allison, I prefer having sex with you to either of those to activities. Call me crazy, but I thoroughly enjoy fucking beautiful young ladies.” Shortly thereafter, I let out a loud grunt and came inside her.

“You have a strong argument there, Harold,” she agreed. “No one ever has an orgasm when they bowl.”