What's a Limnophile ? - Sex Stories

What's a Limnophile ?

... because they only bathed once or twice a week and left their dirty clothes all over the floor.

I had to share a room with the two of them, with my small bed and their bunk beds in an "L" shape, taking up most of the little bedroom. Any time one of us needed to change clothes we had to go in the bathroom. After a few months of that, Dad remodeled part of the basement and Tom and I shared a much larger room downstairs.

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I finally regained interest in life the day I met Amanda, when I went to a real school for the first time. I was only thirteen and a half, but my test scores said I was equal to a high school Senior. Dad and the vice-principal realized I might have a lot of trouble with kids who were that much older, so I started as a Sophomore. I was the shortest boy in class, other than Elmer, who had a growth disorder. Elmer was in most of the same classes I was, and we quickly became friends, as the class runts and nerds.

Amanda was a very intelligent 15-year-old, and had skipped Freshman year. She was unpopular too, but other than her age I had no idea why. She was funny and very pretty, and I liked the perfume she wore. We only had History and Chemistry classes together, the last two of the day. I sat in front of her in History. I was also lucky enough to have her as my Chemistry lab partner. It was quickly obvious to us we shared some 'chemistry'. I was quite surprised that a girl nearly two years older would like me.

The second week, she touched my foot ...

... with hers several times, as we sat in the lab. We sat with our ankles touching for a few days, then started playing 'footsie' until the teacher caught us. In History class, she would play with my hair or stroke the back of my neck with her pen.

After a few weeks, she asked me where I lived. I gave her the address and she squealed like a little girl. "That's close to my house! You're across the river from us!" Indeed, her house was only a couple of hundred meters from mine, with the river in between. The bridges were inconveniently far apart and I would need to walk two kilometers to visit her, nearly a km to the bridge, 200 meters to cross it, and another click back.

A few times a week I would ride the school bus to her house then walk home after we studied. Once the weather was warm enough in the spring, one of us would swim to the other's house every day. One weekend we discovered a sand bar in the river. It was mostly hidden below the water and provided a shallow spot where we could kneel or sit on the bottom and rest. We soon made it our favorite meeting spot. I loved hugging her in the water. We never had sex, or even came close to it. I only got one single kiss from her, on the day before she left, but it still broke my heart when she and her family moved away.

I survived two more years of high school with no girlfriend, and only my fellow outcast Elmer by my side. A few months before graduation, I got great news in the mail. I was offered a full scholarship at ...