I know Jeremy is most often a boy’s name, a variant of Jeremiah, but you can trust me on this one: my cousin Jeremy was very much a girl.

That summer my sister Samantha and I stayed a couple of nights with Jeremy at her house in Bakersfield, although I don’t remember why we were there at all. My aunt and uncle were off somewhere, and I have no idea where Mom and Dad were.

The evening we arrived Jeremy had a date. Her boyfriend was a senior and had his own car, but my aunt and uncle had told Jeremy plainly: like it or not she was stuck with us. No ditching. So she did the next best thing. We went to the movies. The drive-in movies.

“Sweetie, show them a four-wheel drift!”

Jeremy’s boyfriend, I can’t even remember his name, shrugged and did it. And so we had our first four-wheel drift. Christ. And our second one. I’m not going to lie and say I was cool with it. I knew what it was, in theory, but the actual effect was to terrify me. So I hung onto Sam for dear life. I knew she was as scared as I was. That is, until I heard her giggle.

“Don’t be a wimp, Buddy,” she said. I let her go and elbowed her and then I grabbed her and kissed her.

I don’t remember the movie, but I remember the warmth and the heat inside the car and the smoothness of Sam’s bare skin and her gasps and little cries. It sounded like Jeremy and whatshisname were in the same place.

The next day was hot, and the three of us were in Jeremy’s pool. Boyfriend was at work. We’d dumped our swimsuits as soon as Jeremy challenged us to swim nude. Now it was just us feeling the joy of skinny-dipping, water touching everywhere, no swimsuit to cover any part of our bodies. I was semi-hard, as I usually am in the water this way, especially as we stroked and groped each other, and found interesting parts of each other to rub.

Despite the stimulation, I confess I ran out of steam after a while. I hauled myself out and went over to the grass to lie in the sun and dry off. Sam and Jeremy were engaged in a quiet conversation in the shallow end of the pool. Standing close together, breasts almost touching.

Then they were kissing. I turned onto my back to let my erection grow unimpeded by the stiff grass I was lying on. I watched carefully. More kisses, then they were out of the pool. Sam’s small breasts, nicely formed, firm and high on her chest, nice little patch of brown hair down below. Jeremy a little curvier, not too much, just right.

Now my cock was really interested.

Jeremy looked straight at me with that no-nonsense look she had mastered.

“Look, big boy. Just keep it to yourself, OK?”

Sam, practicing that same look, standing right beside Jeremy, hands on hips, legs just far enough apart to make me look twice.

“She means it, Buddy. Don’t mess with us. This is girl stuff.”

OK, I could handle that.

“No worries, guys.”

The girls moved a little away from me and sat on their towels. But only for a minute. More conversation, voices too low for me to hear. Then kissing. Serious kissing.

Sam likes girls, too? Not entirely a surprise: I remembered her little backyard encounter with Heather earlier in the summer.

Still kissing, they moved to stretch out on the towels. Jeremy pulled Sam on top of her, ran her hands down to Sam’s butt and began to squeeze. Their breasts mashed together, tongues in each other’s mouth.

I’m not going to kid you and pretend that I just watched. I sat up to make sure I wasn’t missing anything. I was stroking and I didn’t last five more seconds. With our play in the pool and my time in the sun, I was primed and ready. I came watching them right then and there, shooting onto the grass.

Now Sam was working her way down to Jeremy’s breasts. Tongue covering each nipple carefully, sucking, then flicking. To judge by the way Jeremy was holding Sam’s head, she really liked what Sam was doing.

Grunts. Sighs.

Sam moved further down, kissing Jeremy’s tummy all over, belly button, then a pause. Looking up at Jeremy. Big smile on Jeremy’s face.

“Go for it, Sam,” she said.

A grin from Sam.

Then straight down into Jeremy’s pubic thatch. Some moving around. I guess Sam was doing the see-with-your-tongue thing I had learned earlier with Michael’s sister. Then a firm swipe with her tongue, bottom to top, repeated.

Appreciative grunts from Jeremy.

“Yeah. Again.”

“Yeah. Keep doing that.”

Sam moving up and down, burrowing a little with her tongue, now spending more time at the top. Where did she learn this stuff, anyway? Maybe it comes naturally? Or from being on the receiving end? After all, I’d done my best to eat her silly not long ago.

“Right there. Use your tongue, harder.” Two seconds later, “Harder.”

More grunts and moans from Jeremy.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Flick it. Flick it. Fast.”

Sam’s tongue approaching warp speed.

That was enough. Jeremy stiffened once, twice, and suddenly pushed Sam’s head away. Then she went flat, practically boneless on the grass.

Sam, face glistening, turned to look at me just as I throbbed and sprayed again into the grass. A smile, then she turned back to Jeremy and rested her head on Jeremy’s pussy.