Dawn the Cling-On

Young Dawn has always been enamored by a slightly older family friend named Anthony. Now that the two of them are of legal age, she decides to be more amorous.

My parents are both deceased now, but during their happy lives and 40-year marriage they remained close friends with the fellow who was my father’s groomsman—Gerald Cooper—along with his wife and their two girls, Dawn and Lorraine. They lived not too far away from us, perhaps a 30-minute drive, so they often made visits to our home. We did the same and regularly visited them. Sometimes they were overnight visits if plans had been made for some specific weekend activity. We all got along splendidly.

Dawn and Lorraine were both younger than my sister and I were. (I’m Anthony Eastman; my sister is Joyce.) Starting in the summer when I was a boy of six, three-year-old Dawn became very attached to me. During her family’s visits with us, she routinely kept quite close and always wanted to hold my hand. As a typical lad that age, I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the constant attention of a very little girl—and I quietly complained about it to my parents. However, they both said I should be flattered by Dawn’s affectionate actions. Furthermore, they both predicted that someday in the near future I’d really enjoy being the apple of some girl’s eye. I seriously doubted them. Still, they insisted that I should be as accommodating as possible to little Dawn because the Coopers were such good friends to our family. Therefore, I tolerated the amorous attentions of a three-year-old girl. Oh, the sacrifices that a child sometimes has to make for the sake of his parents…

One day when I was six, the very liberal-minded Valerie Cooper (Gerald’s wife), whom Joyce and I called Aunt Valerie even though there was no family connection whatsoever, came up with what she thought was a fun and artsy idea: She thought it would be extremely cute to have Dawn and I take a bath together so she could take a picture of us amongst the soap suds. The other three adults vetoed the idea, thus the bath-for two never happened. However, Dawn and I still crossed paths in our birthday suits when I was heading to the bathtub as she was getting out. I could not help but notice that Dawn did not possess the same genitalia that I did. That was a revelation to me! Times were different back then.

At about the same time that the elder Cooper daughter nearly shared a bathtub with me, she became known as Dawn the Cling-On. It was an obvious pun alluding to the Klingons from Star Trek, but it was an apt nickname for this affectionate little girl. Whenever our two families would have any sort of get-together, Dawn was constantly following me about and clutching at my hand. When the four kids were watching TV, it was a sure bet that Dawn would be seated either beside me or on my lap. This continued for years whenever the Eastmans and Coopers got together. It became so normal that it slowly ceased to bother me. I had come to expect it.

The most amusing incident regarding Dawn’s infatuation with me occurred when I was sound asleep. At the time, I was nine and Dawn was six. My family was visiting the Coopers during the wintertime. (I don’t really remember what the occasion was. There may have been some sort of seasonal activity in their small town that we had come to enjoy as a family.) That Friday night I was assigned the bed in the Coopers’ guest room. Joyce was sleeping in a portable fold-up bed in the same bedroom as Lorraine. As usual, I wore comfy flannel pajamas.

Apparently, sometime in the middle of the night, Dawn, clad in her pajamas, headed down the hallway with the intention of entering the guest room where I was sleeping. She was spotted by Aunt Valerie a few steps before she got to her destination. When Aunt Valerie questioned why Dawn was up and about at midnight and headed for my room, Dawn gave her an honest but somewhat startling answer.

“Mommy!” she said proudly, “I love Anthony so much that I decided to sleep with him. So, I’m going to the guest room right now to hop into bed with him. You always sleep naked with Daddy. I like the idea being in bed with Anthony.”

Barely concealing a laugh, Aunt Valerie replied, “Sorry, Dawn. Maybe in 15 or 20 years but not tonight. Go back to your own bedroom and go to sleep. It’s late. We can discuss this later.”

Aunt Valerie relayed the story to the other three adults while they enjoyed breakfast the next morning. Their raucous laughter over Dawn’s aborted amorous adventure was both loud enough and long enough to rouse me from my very sound sleep. For decades afterward, my father kidded me—especially once I hit puberty—about Aunt Valerie quashing my “golden opportunity to get some very young poontang.” As time went by and Dawn began to physically mature and I hit my teenage years, I began to very much regret it not happening!

Indeed, by the time Dawn was a young lady of ten and I was 13 years old, my opinion of her had positively shifted. Dawn Cooper was no longer a little nuisance whom I tolerated for the sake of our respective families’ friendship. She had become a very pretty towheaded girl whose feminine charms were just starting to emerge.

A few years later, at a barbecue at the Coopers’ home that summer, when we were both of legal age, Dawn was wearing a red t-shirt and cut-off shorts that highlighted her female assets. Her wardrobe immediately caught my attention. I now found myself being the instigator when Dawn and I got close. I would grab for her hand before she would grab for mine. Remarkably, I was the cling-on now! This would have been unthinkable just a few summers previously. After all these years, Dawn was still enamored by me, so she was more than happy for me to instigate any sort of physical contact with her.

At that barbecue, Dawn and I happened to be in the Coopers’ kitchen together for a few moments. For no apparent reason—Dawn never needed one to be affectionate—she stood on her toes, embraced me from behind, and kissed my neck repeatedly. That was a first in our relationship. Dawn had kissed me a few times in the past, but they were childish pecks. This was the first true display of sensual, adult-style attraction that I had received from her. I made sure no one was looking when I reciprocated. I turned around, lifter her off the floor slightly, and gave her a full-fledged kiss on her soft lips. It startled her. (Frankly, my impetuousness startled me, too. It came out of nowhere.) When our eyes met, it was easy to tell that we both liked that kind of kissing…a lot!

Dawn whispered to me, “There’s a park about two blocks away. Let’s go there right after dinner!”

I nodded my agreement. I knew we would not be going there to play on the swings—although that was the bogus reason Dawn had prepared for our parents when we had finished dessert and headed down the street to Kennedy Public Park. When we arrived, there was still plenty of daylight before the sun set. Accordingly, there were a few other people there. We decided to sit on a park bench in an area as far from public scrutiny as possible.

We held hands for a while and silently watched a handful of small children play on the monkey bars and slides. Within 20 minutes, the moment arrived when the park was entirely ours. As the last family left the grounds, Dawn and I both had the same thought running through our minds. We embraced and began kissing very passionately. I had barely got to the kissing stage with any girl. This activity was definitely several levels beyond that! When I began to kiss Dawn’s neck, she said to me very sexily, “Anthony, you can touch me wherever you like…while I touch you.”

Dawn began by placing her hand on my crotch and squeezing my penis. Of course, that resulted in an instant erection emerging. “That feels marvelous, Dawn,” I told her. Then I lamented, “We should have been doing this for years.” I then raised my right hand and with the back of my middle and index fingers, I rubbed her breast as gently as possible. “Is that alright?” I asked her. Dawn replied not with words, but with her most passionate kiss yet. I correctly assumed I should go a bit further with my exploration of her nubile body.

I slid my right and left hands under her t-shirt and freely massaged her terrific titties. I knew Dawn did not mind at all when she said, “Anthony, keep doing that! Please keep doing that! It makes me feel so special.” I didn’t need any coaxing to comply. Her breasts were such lovely body parts to fondle. They were soft but Dawn’s two aroused nipples quickly sprung to life. “Dawn, I just have to suck on those!” I announced.

“Okay,” she eagerly said. “Let’s just be careful that no one sees us. That would be so embarrassing.”

I quickly scanned the park to confirm that we were now its only occupants. To be safe I didn’t totally remove Dawn’s red t-shirt, but I did lift it high enough so I could suck on her titties without being impeded. At that point in my life, it was the most blissful I had ever felt. That feeling would be surpassed within the next few minutes, however.

Dawn took the initiative to unbutton my blue jeans and zip down the fly. She thrust her hand into my underwear and, of course, found my dick to be fully erect. She began to rub it, caress it and squeeze it. It was apparently a new experience for her as Dawn asked me, “Am I doing this right, Anthony?”

Being on the receiving end of such a sexual thrill was a novelty for me, too, but I said to her, “Dawn, I don’t think there’s a wrong way to do this! Keep doing what you’re doing, please. I like it!” We kissed for a few seconds, then I went back to sucking on her breasts, while Dawn gave me an erotic hand job. To assist her, I dropped my pants and underwear down my legs. Dawn helped me out by completely taking off her shirt and setting it beside her on the bench.

Biological reality was approaching. The sensation I felt running through my groin told me an ejaculation was near. I tried to warn Dawn what was soon to happen. I told her I was about to have an orgasm. She understood the concept perfectly. “Go ahead, Anthony. You can shoot your load anytime. That’s what I’m trying to make you do!”

Seconds later I ejaculated. The intense feeling of release was wonderful. “Oh, wow, Dawn!” I declared in ecstasy. Dawn had yanked three cum ropes from my happy penis. Some of it ended up inside my lowered pants and underwear. Some of it ended up in the freshly cut grass in front of us, and a lot ended up on Dawn’s fist and arm. She didn’t quite know what to do with the hot goo.

“Some girls like to swallow cum,” I conveniently suggested. Being the compliant girl she was, Dawn licked her hand clean and gave me a contended smile when she was done.

“God, you are beautiful, Dawn!” I declared. Then I noticed that a cum glob the size of a quarter had landed on her exposed chest. It was about two inches below the erect nipple of her left breast bud. I scooped it up with my finger and put it directly into her open mouth. She eagerly lapped it up. I lovingly kissed her. I found a second glob about the same size on her pink shorts. I collected it the same way, and fed her again. Then I gave Dawn the longest kiss we shared during that very memorable afternoon.

I figured I needed to orally stimulate Dawn as a way of thanking her. “You pleased me, Dawn. Now let me please you down there.” I pointed at her concealed vagina.

For the sake of modesty, Dawn scanned the park. No one was in sight. As I was pulling up my pants, Dawn was dropping her shorts. She was wearing pink underwear, which was always a turn-on for me. It caused a fresh stirring within my semi-erect penis. I gently lifted the elastic band from her panties and placed my right hand inside her undergarment. I had no experience in such matters, but I just went on instinct for the next dozen minutes or so. I slowly fondled her slit and the area around it. I kept rubbing and probing. Dawn began moaning, which told me I had gotten the general idea right. “Keep rubbing my pussy, Anthony. It feels so good!” Dawn heavily emphasized the word “so”. That was very sexy.

Dawn was wise enough to know something was about to happen to her nether region, so she smartly removed her panties entirely. It was the first time I had seen any girl’s pussy since I had gotten a quick, lustful glance of nude six-year-old Dawn when she vacated the bathtub those many years earlier. She uttered a contented “Aah”—and I saw a slight stream of liquid drip slowly from her sexy vagina. I quickly bent down and licked it. The taste surprised me, but it was addictive. I licked her private part for about two minutes. Dawn kept pushing my head against her hairless pussy, so she completely approved of what I was doing to her.

When I was done with my carnal treat, Dawn pulled her shorts back up to their proper place on her hips. We engaged in a warm, tender embrace to conclude our first act of lovemaking. I said to her, “Dawn, honey. The next time this goes there.” I pointed to my crotch and then hers. She said she definitely agreed.

Dawn got dressed and we headed back to her house. We had walked about 40 feet when we both noticed we were no longer alone. A little boy, about age seven, approaching us. there was no way he had seen our sexual frolic, but the fact that he could have witnessed it if he arrived a few minutes earlier unnerved Dawn. She inquired, "Gee, Anothny, what would we have said if he had caught us doing those sex things?"

I stopped walking to consider that question. "Of course, I don't know what you would have said, Dawn, but I would have told that him, 'Here's some advice for you, kid: In about five or six years, find yourself an amorous, pretty girl like this one…and fuck the daylights out of her!'”