I had a friend I used to hang out with after school. We'd study together. They had a pool. You know when you're young and sometimes that is the basis of a friendship. Not to say I didn't bond with him or enjoy his company. But our friendship started with, "You have a pool? I'm coming over."

I also wanted to make this guy feel less alone. As usual I'm not going to get all into his story and past but he just didn't have many friends. His friends kind of abandoned him. Something that happens when you're younger is randomly people will just switch to a different crowd and pretend like they never knew you. Like you never slept over each other's houses. That happened with him and we were sitting together at lunch. He said he had a pool and I was like yep I'm coming over.

I want to note that he didn't really show big signs of wanting me in that way. I mean he did but he was more focused on drawing pictures or listening to music. When we talked I could feel attraction but it wasn't his main focus. I don't think he had it in his head that this would happen.

I was in a one piece bathing suit and he was sitting on a chair by the pool drawing in swim trunks. Sometimes he'd stop and get in. If I ever was having fun and wanted to splash some water up at him while he was in a chair I always made sure there were no paper or notebooks around him. We became pretty decent friends. His stay at home mom would make us snacks and bring us drinks. I honestly think she was just happy her son was spending time with someone. Also spending time with a girl. I can't tell you the amount of male friends I had in my youth who's parents would look at me and nudge him. They'd all think I'd grow up to marry their son lol.

We talked a lot. A lot of times we'd just be in the pool leaning on the wall just talking. He'd tell me about his family and things he did and I'd tell him about mine. We'd race each other. It was interesting because I could never quite tell exactly how excited he was. Sometimes he would just get out of the pool and he'd be rock hard. I'd be swimming and he'd be in the chair drawing with an erection. I did tease him about it the more comfortable we got with each other. "Maybe some cold water will make it go down." He would just laugh it off. He would point out how my nipples would get hard and poke through the swimsuit. One time I brought an older swim suit and he pointed out how it was too small and my boobs were spilling out.

It's kind of hard to really explain how this relationship worked because we never touched each other. We never really flirted. I never really got all hot and bothered over this. I had already been having sex by this time so it wasn't like I was shy. Eventually we started doing this thing where we'd both go underwater and one of us would reveal ourselves. We'd both go down and he'd pull his trunks down and I'd see it. Then we'd pop back up and swim like normal. We'd go down and I'd expose my breasts or pull the crotch part of my swim suit to the side so he could see. I don't really know how it got to this. There wasn't like a bunch of sexual tension or anything. I guess we were just having fun.

After swimming we'd both take turns showering and go to his room and study or whatever. Maybe we'd watch a movie in the living room. I remember we were both on the bed side to side and he was just really hard and he asked if he could masturbate and I said sure. I honestly thought he'd go to the bathroom or something but he just whipped it out and started jerking off. I was shocked at first but like within .5 seconds my sexually deviant brain was super into it. Not even because I was really attracted to him. I'm not saying I couldn't have been attracted to him or developed an FWB relationship. It just never got there. He wasn't even really looking at me. His eyes were closed and he was just stroking it. His arm and elbow was sliding on me. He wasn't watching me but I was watching him. My eyes were on his hand and dick the whole time. I wasn't thinking "damn I want to grab it" but if he asked I definitely would have. I was just amazed at the sight and situation. I was thinking about how it all got here.

He said he was going to cum so I pulled some tissues from a box on my side of the bed and gave it to him and he caught the cum. He came so hard and he asked if I could throw the tissues away while he just laid there panting. He balled them up and handed them to me and I took them across and funny enough I had a quick chat with his mom while holding his fucking cummy tissues in my fist lol. "Are you guys hungry or thirsty?". I got to the bathroom and just remember unballing the tissues and looking at the cum. Touching it. I threw them away.

This kind of became a thing. He'd always ask and sometimes I'd touch myself with him. I only orgasmed a handful of times. Mostly I'd just enjoy the vibes. I'd enjoy the sexual energy of touching myself while someone else touched themselves. It was more important to me to see and experience his orgasm than mine. I would touch myself by feeling down my pants. Eventually I would take my clothes off and he'd jerk off. The first time he came on me it was accidental. Some splashed on my hip. But I really fucking loved it. He saw my reaction and from then on it was just what we did. He'd jerk off and we'd have direct eye contact and he'd cum on my stomach and breasts. I also really enjoyed laying on my stomach facing away and just hearing him jerk off and breathe. And only know he came by randomly feeling it on my ass and back. I would be naked for him and spread open. One time right as I was spreading my ass cheeks open he came and a lot of it landed right on my asshole and that fucking made me cum. Just that surprise feeling.

This is all our relationship was and it was all we wanted. We talked and school, swam, and he jerked off on me.

Eventually he moved away.