I was over by my duffel, and reached in and found another Frisbee, and threw it back to Jack. Jack realized that I was giving Marla a lesson. He looked at Doreen, probably considering whether she wanted a lesson as well.
I threw the Frisbee back to Marla. Despite the fact that it was thrown perfectly toward her, she panicked as it got near her and it flew a few feet beyond her.
Marla and I spent about ten minutes playing an awkward game of "catch." Her throws were pretty awful, and she only managed to catch the disc once, usually getting all antsy at the last second as the disc approached her.
I walked over to where Marla was, and placed myself behind her to show her the correct way to throw a Frisbee. I took her right hand in mine, and pulled it toward her left side. As I did so, my arm rubbed against her breasts. I continued to show her how I kept the disc parallel to the ground. From the wind-up, I had her throw it, making sure that the disc followed her body.
I saw that Marla was embarrassed by the familiarity of my touching her. I chuckled to myself.
"Looks like you need some more practice. Do you have a Frisbee at home?" I asked her.
"My… um… brother has one, I think," Marla answered.
"Ask him if you can practice. Try throwing it at the side of your house, trying to make sure it doesn’t curve on you."
Marla simply nodded.
I looked at Jack and Doreen. She seemed a little better than Marla at throwing.
I pointed to a stand of trees on the other side of the field to Marla. "It looks shady over there. Let’s sit down for a bit."
Marla looked like she wanted to say "No," but my wish that she do anything we asked overwhelmed that instinct. She looked over at her friend, uncertainly.
"Let’s leave Jack and Doreen alone. They seem to be doing fine. Let’s go."
Marla simply nodded, and escorted me toward the copse of trees. I knew the park pretty well. There was an old weeping willow about a hundred yards past those trees where it was rumored that some guys had made out with girls. Of course, most kids my age didn’t really know what "making out" really was. I grinned to myself that Marla was about to find out today.
Once we got to the trees, I found a nice shady place, and sat down, patting the ground next to me for Marla to join me.
She did, silently.
After a minute of awkward silence, I decided to break the ice. "So… I don’t recall seeing you in school. Do you live around here?"
"No," Marla answered nervously. "I’m visiting Doreen — she’s my cousin."
"Ahh," I said. "So where are you from?"
"Orange County, California," Marla answered.
The state California pricked a memory from something that Patrice had said earlier that day. Oh, yeah… her "boyfriend" Donny had moved there a year or so ago. I idly wondered if Marla knew Donny. It was a silly thought.
I simply nodded. "So, do you like the weather here?"
Marla shrugged. "Not too different during the summer," she replied.
I didn’t know what to say next. The weather was about the extent of the small talk that I knew. Apparently, it was the same with Marla.
After a couple of minutes, though, Marla shifted closer to me. I believe it was my wish that she fall "madly in love" that was doing it. I wondered how she would react if our conversation went a bit more personal.
"So…" I said. "Do you have any, like… boyfriends… back where you live?"
Marla looked at me. Her eyes were a bit glassy. "Not… not really…" she answered. "How about you?"
"Well, no real girl friends right now," I said. I thought of Patrice. She wasn’t a girl friend at all, even though she was the one person that I had had at least some sexual experience with… just that day, in fact!
"I think you’re cute," Marla said. She reddened after saying this, apparently embarrassed at how forward she was.
"You look cute, too," I said. I could see how she could feel embarrassed. I was getting a bit tongue-tied as well.
Marla shifted even closer to me. Her left side was now completely in contact with my right side.
I reached over and put her hand in mine. I could have sworn that she almost swooned as I did so.
"So, what do you do for fun in California?" I asked her.
"Oh… the usual things, I guess. Go on picnics. You know."
Her body was now rubbing against mine. I don’t believe that Marla realized what she was doing.
I slowly turned my head to where I knew the weeping willow tree was. I motioned it to her, and Marla used to opportunity to squeeze even closer to me.
"You see that tree?" I asked her.
"Um, hmmm?" she said, looking at it.
"You can actually walk inside it. It’s like having a tree house."
"Really?" Marla said, her voice having a bit of a far-away tone to it.
"Yeah," I said, starting to get up. "Let me show you."
Marla looked disappointed that I broke off the contact between our two bodies. She took my offered hand and got up on her feet and reluctantly followed me toward the willow tree.
As I got there, I moved aside a couple of the branches, and bowed as if I were holding open a door for her. She looked at me curiously, and after a bit of hesitation, she entered inside.
I followed her inside the weeping willow, letting the branches close behind me. There was nobody else inside, thank goodness. It was dark, although the sunlight filtered in from slight gaps between the leaves.
"It’s kind of private in here," I said.
Marla nodded dumbly.
I figured it was time to make my move. I walked over to where Marla was standing, and moved my hands to her waist.
She looked up at me, not knowing what my exact intentions were.
"I think you’re beautiful," I whispered to her, and pulled her body closer to mine.
Marla closed her eyes and had her lips puckered for a kiss as I pulled her towards me. I took this as a go-ahead signal, and our lips met.
Marla wrapped her arms around my neck. I touched my tongue to her lips and they parted willingly.
I was reminded of the kiss that Patrice had given me — unwillingly — earlier that day. Marla’s kiss was just as passionate as Patrice’s, which was a bit startling to me, since Patrice’s instruction had been to give me the sexiest kiss she could. It seemed that Marla, despite being younger than Patrice, was an accomplished kisser.
I wondered what else the tall girl was accomplished at.
After a minute or two, we broke off the kiss. Marla’s breathing was quite heavy; she seemed pretty much infatuated with me.
I looked at Marla in the dim light inside the willow tree.
She was tall, about five feet, nine inches tall… about an inch or two shorter than I was. She had dark brown hair that reached a little below her shoulders. She was wearing a white sun-dress with tiny little flowers on it, which covered her breasts.
In the past two days, I had seen the breasts of two girls. My step-sister Meredith’s, who was just entering puberty, and Patrice’s, whose breasts were small by just about any standards. Marla’s breasts, on the other hand, were bigger than either, although there were by no means huge.
Marla’s breasts were quite noticeable underneath her sun dress, and I ached to touch them.
Remembering that Marla had to obey anything I said, I told her, "Let me touch them," looking at her breasts.
Marla reddened a bit, and simply nodded.
I reached out, and cupped my hands around her breasts. I could feel the warm skin beneath her dress. After a couple of seconds, I was startled to realize that she wasn’t wearing any bra that I could detect.
My thumbs were touching her nipples, which were hard. I moved them and this elicited a quiet moan from Marla.