Summer past

Andy was a strange one. We grew up together in the suburbs just outside of Detroit.
Best friends from kindergarten on.
She was more of a tomboy then me.
I asked every year from age 7 if she could spend a few weeks with me at my grandparents farm.
Not until we were 13 did her parents finally allowed it.
She loved it there as much as I did.
Yeah-the years went by.
One day I got our yearly call n update from her.
Chatting about almost nothing for an hour I offered her to come over and visit anytime.
She asked-“when?”
Automatically I said “anytime”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I own the old farm. It’s just like you remember it-except I don’t have any livestock. I only have 16 hens. “
“Okay; how about next week... I can stay for a few days”
“Okay”
“Okay-I’ll call when I’m almost there , bye!”
“Bye”
I’m like...what just happened?
This place is a wreck!
The only place that is “nice “ was my bedroom because I remodeled it (almost killed me)
The kitchen was fit for a caveman. Most of the other 4 bedrooms were full of junk.
Living room had no floor.....
Okay. I did say yes. Dumb fucker.
She’ll have to sleep with me.
Thinking about it. Might be okay.
She’s the only woman I ever had sex with-starting early teens.
We really hadn’t done anything since we were 17....now I’m 30.
Great.
Workers came in early next day and finally finished living room floor. Walls were horrible with faded floral wallpaper.
Didn’t matter. Hey.
I had furniture. After an afternoon of work I spent the night getting living room looking acceptable.
Kitchen was hopeless. I still had a week. Cave woman kitchen it would have to stay. It’s clean.
I started thinking about sex with her.
Maybe she’s not interested in it.
Perhaps she was.
Fuck my life!
I could order up some sexy shit and....
Again; maybe she’s not interested.
It wasn’t all that intense when we did have sex.
Kissing and rubbing each other’s shit until we came. Playing with our tits. Yes, fun stuff.
We never licked each other.
Nothing like that.
I remember we were swimming one day. She started talking about sex.
“I wonder how sex feels?”
By that time I had become an expert on masturbation; discovered at age 12.
So I thought...why not tell her.
“You know you can have the same feeling as having sex; but by rubbing yourself “ I said; thinking she didn’t know anything about it.
“ I know....it’s masturbation, and it feels great!”
“You know about it?”
“Yes, I woke up one night few months ago and just started to rub myself....and it felt good. I just rubbed faster and suddenly I could feel it, this wonderful tingly sensation. Then it was over. I was scared. In the morning I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. I felt different, I thought my mother would know. It had to be a bad thing” Andy went on; “I had no idea. Went to school and everything.
That night I still felt the feeling in my crotch, tiny tingly sensation. So I rubbed again. The feeling grew more intense and suddenly shot through my entire body. From then on I’ve been doing all the time.”
“Same, I do it all the time!” I told her. Now at least I knew others did it. I knew boys did it. “I thought girls didn’t even get anything out of sex except becoming pregnant until I started masturbating”
It was a great summer. We learned about ourselves.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
But that’s another story