My parents went camping virtually every year and the year I was thirteen we went to the west coast at a site near the water.

At the site I managed, despite being rather shy, to make friends with a ten-year-old girl, Mary-Ann. She was a tall, slightly chubby, black girl with a smile that could melt an iceberg. And she definitely melted my heart! Her parents were easy-going people who always were doing something. When they realised that Mary-Ann would rather stay home with me than go swimming/playing badminton/running/..., they let her. Just like that. And my parents understood that a teenager like me would probably prefer to do whatever teenagers did.

So in the morning I told my parents that I was in the tent a bit further down and went to see Mary-Ann. We talked a lot in the beginning since we both loved books. I was introduced to authors I had never even heard of before and soon knew about Harper Lee and Harriet Beecher Stowe. I learned about Mary-Ann's experience of name-calling and whatever else she had been subjected to because of her skin colour. A quick introduction to racism.

I guess I grew up quickly that summer.

All the talking opened up to intimacy too. From sitting facing each other, we soon ended up lying next to each other. Then she was resting her head on my chest.

And then she was more or less on top of me.

I lay there with closed eyes and caressed her leisurely. My hand slid up her legs and ended on her bum.

Her bare bum.

No knickers!

Being brought up in a very Christian environment had prevented me from even contemplating that a girl could walk around without knickers, but Mary-Ann sure could -- and did. She wore only a thin, white dress -- and soon after my discovery, we got rid of that too.

I was mesmerized. Totally and absolutely mesmerized. I had never seen a naked girl up close. A beautiful, young, black girl at that.

She was a bit shy at first, but soon she just stood there and let me look at every little detail. As I am sure you have already guessed, looking was not enough. I had to touch it all too. Like many chubby girls, her breasts were fairly well developed for her age -- not nearly a handful yet, but who cares? Her aureoles were big and so were her nipples. The aureoles were dark black on a very dark shade of brown, and their diameter was more than half that of her breasts. And the diameter of her nipples were like a markerpen and as soon as I started to look at them, they grew hard with lovely wrinkles on her aureoles.

I loved it.

And her ginny!

Her labia were pudgy and gaped slightly, letting me see her little clit. Just. I soon started to explore that area and was a bit surprised when she started to breathe more heavily. And she was wet too. I am a bit ashamed of actually asking her if she had weed, but she only laughed and said no, but that she felt really good, and could I please continue touching her.

Did I need any more encouragement?

No!!!!

I began to rub her in earnest and suddenly she began to moan loudly, which I tried hard to stop, being rather aware that we were inside a tent that did not shield sounds very well.

She could not care less as she was overtaken by her first ever orgasm.

She looked at me with a rather vacant look when she had finished coming. She soon recovered and asked me somewhat shyly if she could please see me naked.

In a jiffy I had my shorts and underpants off, and stood in front of her in all my naked hardness. She looked at my twitching willie and reached out to touch it.

Ka-splash!

I creamed her front!

She was a bit perplexed but soon started to laugh, telling me that it was OK but that she had been a bit surprised as she had not expected me to shoot that white stuff. To be honest, neither had I.

And I was still hard. Being a teenager is not always fun, but the staying power is sometimes exceptional. I was hard and I was looking at her, so I had to ask. I asked her if I could put my willie inside her ginny. She was a bit sceptical at first, but when I told her that I had put my willie in another boys bum quite a few times, she came round. I cannot explain how today, but the argument seemed to work then.

Believe it or not, I was actually caressing her privates and making her nicely wet before I tried to enter her, so when I slowly pushed my erection into her wet ginny, it went quite easily. And what was even stranger, was the fact that I did not meet any resistance, apart from the natural dilation of her pussy. She did not have a hymen. It is apparently not so uncommon that virgins do not have a hymen, but I was actually expecting something. (See, Sex-Ed gives you some knowledge but not the full picture -- as the old adage goes: Learning can give you knowledge but not wisdom.)

This time I did not shoot off immediately ... but she did! When I reached bottom and hit her cervix, she came with a high-pitched squeal, just like that. And I kept going like a bunny rabbit in heat, which I, sort of, was in a way. Naturally, I did not last long and within a few minutes I pumped her full of sperm. We rolled over and lay, hearts racing, with her on top for some time before I slowly slid out of her.

It had become fairly late in the day and we had to get dressed before her parents arrived back from whatever was the activity of the day. We did and I "forgot" to put my underpants back on, which became a habit that I keep until this day.

Mary-Ann and I was making love at least once every day until the end of our holidays less than a week later.

We were both in tears the day she and her parents left and I promised, or rather swore, that I would write her, which I did the very day I returned home -- only I never got a reply and have not seen her again to this day.

To the best of my knowledge, she did not get pregnant (otherwise I am sure I would have heard something as she had my address) and I returned from the experience much the wiser and with a broken heart.