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My wife and I had gone to visit some friends for the weekend. They live a few hours away, but we manage to get together with them pretty often. While the wives were working on dinner, we went to the grocery store to pick up a few essentials—like rum. I enjoy seeing Tim. He is a lot of fun. He is also very good at noticing pretty women. Anyway, we were walking down the liquor aisle at the grocery store and we passed this beautiful long legged blonde about our age. I stopped and looked back at her. This caught Tim’s attention because I don’t usually make such a scene about noticing women. I’m happily married, after all. So is Tim, but everyone expects that behavior from him. He asked me if I knew her. I said that I thought I did, but I wasn’t sure.
“Well, if I had known her, I certainly wouldn’t forget,” he said rather loudly. She, of course, heard this and gave us a dirty look as she found what she was looking for and moved on to another aisle.
I covered my distraction by searching intently for a particular brand of rum. Tim got caught up in the liquor (his other hobby) and forgot about the woman. I didn’t.
I kept thinking about her, wondering if it was really her. I didn’t expect her to remember me. It wasn’t that special for her. It was for me. You never forget your first time.
My thoughts drifted back to the weekend before the Fourth of July, about 12 summers ago. I spent it at a campground maybe an hour or so from here. This was before I met my wife. I was young. I had just turned 15. I was inexperienced. This was the week that changed.
I was a typical teenager. I had reached the age where I no longer wanted to travel with my parents. I reluctantly accompanied them on the camping trip, sure I would be bored. We drove into the campground just before lunch. It was sunny and quite warm. The campground was very nice. It was secluded and quiet. As we setup the motorhome, I could hear the sounds of nature and not much else. Except maybe the sounds of other people arriving. With July 4th in the middle of the week that year, many families were planning to spend most of the week there.
Before long, everything was setup and I was ready to slip into bored teenager mode. My mother would have none of this.
“Look,” she said as she showed me the brochure over a lunch of sandwiches, “there is a lake with swimming. There are lots of other kids your age. Go look around. Don’t just sit here and be bored.”
Rather than argue, I decided to check out the place. I changed into a swimsuit, grabbed a towel, and headed out to see what there was to do here.
For the first few minutes, I just saw other campsites. The campsites were a distance apart and there were lots of trees, so each family had some privacy. After about a five minute walk, I passed the store (every campground had a small store with a limited assortment of overpriced essentials), a laundromat and the bathhouse (for campers who didn’t have their own showers). Beyond the buildings, the trees thinned out and I could see the sun glinting off the blue water of the lake. There was a platform anchored in the middle of the lake for sunning or diving. I liked to swim, so maybe I wouldn’t be bored the entire time. As I approached the lake, I could hear the sounds of kids. Young children playing along the edge of the water, watched by their parents. Older kids swimming, splashing, and flirting. That had possibilities. Then I noticed one of the wooden picnic benches under the last trees before the lake. The breezes off the water kept this spot especially cool, and there were wooden picnic benches here like the ones at each campsite. Here they had barbecue pits and I could imagine it would be a good place to cook and eat. That is not what caught my eye. Sitting at the table was a girl about my age. From what I could see, she was blonde (my favorite color), wearing a bathing suit (my favorite choice of clothes for a girl) and reading a book (Okay, I like to read, too). She was alone – either by choice or because no one else had noticed her yet. I wasn’t usually this forward with girls. I was a typical shy teenager. I just felt I had nothing to lose. I could try to talk to her, or spend the time here being bored. I walked back to the vending machine outside the bathhouse and bought two Cokes. They were cold and were sweating in the heat by the time I reached her picnic table. I was nervous. She could either accept it and talk to me, or she could tell me to get lost.
I set one down in front of the girl and sat across from her. I tried not to appear as nervous as I felt.
“It sure is hot today. How about something cold to drink?” I said, hoping to break the ice. Luckily, my voice didn’t betray my nervousness.
She looked up from her book and focused on me. At first she looked confused, then she saw the bottle of Coke, beads of moisture rolling off it and starting to wet the wood of the table. She smiled. I almost collapsed in relief.
“How sweet. Thanks, I’d love to.” Her voice was as delicate as the birds singing in the trees. Her smile was as pretty as the scenery behind her. I was struck by everything about her. As I handed her the bottle, her hand touched mine and I reveled in her soft, warm touch. She looked at me as she took a sip and I shyly looked down. It was then that I saw the book she was reading.
Girls don’t usually read science fiction. Okay, some girls do, but most don’t This, however, was an amazing coincidence. She was reading one of my favorite books—one I had been given by another girl. It was Stranger From The Depths, a story something like Journey To The Center Of The Earth, that starts out as a scuba diving adventure. When I recognized the green and white striped cover, I looked back up. She caught my expression.
“Do you know this book?”
“Know it? I loved it,” I answered.
“Don’t tell me too much, I’m still reading it.”
“Where are you?”
“They are drilling through the sea floor to reach the red coffin.”
“Oh, you still have a long way to go,” I told her. “Stick with it, it gets a lot better.”
“This sure is good,” she said, referring to the Coke.
“You looked like you could use something to cool down.”
“My name is Barbara,” she said as she looked me in the eyes. I felt like her eyes were seeing into my soul. I had never talked to a girl this way before. She wasn’t shy or overbearing. She was an equal.
“Hi, Ron. It’s nice to meet you.”
Her sweetness was drawing me to her. I had to get to know her better. We sat there and talked for hours. Activities went on around us, but we were oblivious to it all. She seemed to be as interested in me as I was in her. At least, I hoped she was. She was beautiful and smart. I could spend days with her, no sweat. We talked about books, our schools and where we lived. She told me about the campground, as she had been here a few days already. She explained that she was here with her two sisters and her father. Her father slept here, but had to drive back to the city to work everyday. It was early afternoon by then. She noticed the time on my watch.
“Aw, I have to go now.”
“Do you have to?” I asked. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
“Yes, I do. We have to have dinner ready when Dad gets home. Sorry. Do you want to get together again tomorrow?”
“Sure! Meet back here?”
“Okay, about 8:30? Maybe we can go swimming.”
That sounded great. She would be wearing a swimsuit again tomorrow. She put her hand over mine as she said, “Bye, Ron.” Her touch was so soft.
After she left, I looked around for the first time since I had sat down. I noticed that the other kids (the ones who were still there) all wore swimsuits. I had to sit there for awhile after Barbara left before I could get up. She had that effect on me. I had kissed a girl before, and she even let me feel her up a little. Once, I got to put my hand in her panties. The warm wetness amazed me. After, when she wasn’t looking, I stuck that finger in my mouth and tasted her. It was so good! I jacked off that night thinking about how she made my finger feel and smell. I never got the chance to do that again. Other than that, I was pretty much inexperienced as far as girls were concerned. If things worked out, maybe I’d get a chance to try some of that with Barbara.
The next morning, I ate breakfast as quickly as I could without drawing too much attention to myself. I couldn’t wait to go meet Barbara.
As I walked back to the lake, panic gripped me. What if she didn’t show up? I wouldn’t know where to find her if she wasn’t there. What if she was just being nice because I brought her something to drink? What if –
What if she was sitting there waiting for me, in a bikini that gave me an instant hard-on? I sat down as quickly as I could. I tried to hide my condition, but the little smirk that decorated the corners of her mouth told me she had seen it.
“Why don’t you come sit next to me?” she asked. I was busted. She would see the lump in my swimsuit and know I was horny. My desire to feel her next to me overcame my embarrassment over my erection. Her eyes dropped as I stood up. I watched her and thought I saw a look of approval when she saw the tent in my shorts. I just moved to the other side and slid against her. She knew I was hard. There was no concealing it. Maybe she would take it as a compliment.
The feeling of her bare arm against mine was so nice. Our legs also touched and the feeling was magical. If something didn’t happen soon to calm me down, I was going to have an accident and it would really show.
“Let’s go swimming,” I suggested as calmly as I could. At least if I came in my pants in the water, it wouldn’t show. Barbara, however, had other ideas.
“I have a better idea. Let’s go back to my camper. It’s quieter there.”
There were a lot more people around the lake this morning, and it was much noisier. It would be quieter at the campsites – and a lot more private. Could she be thinking the same thing? No. I couldn’t be that lucky. Things like that didn’t happen to me.
She stood up and held out her hand. I got up and took her hand. Her hand was so soft. If this kept up, everyone would be able to tell just what I was thinking about Barbara soon.
She led me back to the trees, and towards the other end of the campground. There weren’t many campers there, so it was very private. As we walked along under the trees, the sunlight shone through only in patches. We were alternately in sunlight and shade. I glanced over at her chest and noticed, as we passed through a patch of sunlight, that her nipples were now quite prominent through her bikini top. Was it that cool in the shade, or was she having thoughts about me? I know I was having thoughts about her. I was trying to imagine her naked. As we walked, occasionally our legs and arms brushed, fueling my fantasies. This was giving me something to think about later tonight when I masturbated.
After a short (and delightful) walk through the woods, we arrived at a pop-up camper. I remember it so well. It was white with a horizontal stripe and the top section was green canvas. She sat down at the picnic table next to her camper and I joined her. As I sat, I noticed that there was no one in view. Since the location was so private, I slid right next to her and bravely put my arm around her. I was still nervous around girls and I expected her to move my arm. She didn’t. Instead, she turned to face me, her legs straddling the bench, and slid her arms around my neck. My heart started beating faster. She leaned towards me and tilted her face to one side. She was going to kiss me! My heart was now beating so fast that I was sure she could hear it. My dick was hard. She pressed her lips to mine and I felt her lips part. She was trying to French kiss me! I was starting to sweat. I was not nearly as cool as I wanted to be at that moment. I had kissed very few girls at that time in my life. She obviously had more experience than me. Our lips joined, then our tongues. I could feel her chest against mine. Her tits were firm, her nipples hard nubs pressing against me. With my eyes closed and our bodies pressed together (as closely as we could sitting on the bench), I should have been able to hear the birds singing and the breeze in the trees. All I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding. Then I heard something else. She was moaning softly as she kissed me. That kind of relaxed me a little and I started to enjoy the kiss more. That first kiss with Barbara probably lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed like hours. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes. She was looking at me, her face right in front of mine, and she was smiling.
“That was nice,” I tried to say calmly.
She smiled a little broader. I think she could tell how nervous I was. I leaned in to kiss her again. This one was more passionate. I started rubbing her back with my hands. The feel of her bare skin was having an effect on me. I kissed her more intensely and I started to moan as well. She suddenly pushed me away. As I opened my eyes and became aware of the world around me, I heard people talking. A family was walking by on the way to the lake. One of the children was looking at us funny.
After they had passed, Barbara said, “This isn’t as private as I thought it would be.” Disappointment washed over me. Before I could try to convince her that it was private enough, she stood up and said something that made my heart stop beating. It just stopped. I think I would have died right there if the touch of her hand on mine hadn’t revived me. She whispered, “Let’s go inside. It’s really private there.”
I would have doubted that I heard her correctly if she wasn’t pulling me towards the door. I looked back to see if anyone was looking. The family was out of sight and there was no one else around to see where we were going. The door squeaked open and Barbara’s lithe body stepped lightly up the black metal step. Another step and she was in the dark interior, pulling me along. I stepped up and stood next to her. I had forgotten to close the door. She bent over and pulled it closed. The click of the lock shut out the outside world. We were alone.
It was darker inside, but my eyes adjusted and there was enough light coming through to see. A window air conditioner near the floor in the back wall was softly blowing cool air. It was cooler than outside, but not cold. The thin canvas sides didn’t allow it to get cold. It was cool enough, however, to make Barbara’s nipples protrude even further. She saw me looking at them and laughed.
“It’s not just the cold making them do that,” she told me. My jaw must have dropped as I comprehended what she meant by those words. It would have, except that she pulled me to her and kissed me again. This time, she moaned loudly. She lifted one leg slightly and rubbed it against mine. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder after she did that. I was so hard that it ached. As my hands roamed across her back, my fingers passed over the knot holding her top on. I could feel the stretchy material, then more skin. When we finished kissing, her hands slid down from my neck. She reached behind her and grabbed my hands. Using the most delicate of touches, she guided my hands back to the ends of the strings. Now I was sure she could see my shirt moving as my heart beat so hard. I was grateful that my hands were behind her back. She maybe could feel them trembling but at least she couldn’t see them. My fingers were holding the ends of the yellow strings. She looked into my eyes and said, “Untie it.” Her words were a whisper—a sweet soft whisper. A girl was asking me to undress her! I pulled very lightly. In case I had heard her wrong, I wanted to give her a chance to stop me. She didn’t. She just looked me in the eye and smiled. I felt the knot giving way. The resistance in the strings faded away and I was holding two strings. “Now do the top string,” she told me. My hands slid up the warm skin of her back, reveling in the smoothness. I almost jumped when I found the other string. This one was not as thick as the other one. As I pulled it, I realized this was the only thing hiding her breasts from my view. When the last knot gave way, I just stood there, holding her bikini top by the two strings. She could see how nervous I was and she seemed to be enjoying it. When she saw that I wasn’t going to drop her top, she took a step back and I was left holding her top. I let my gaze drop and saw her topless.
Her breasts were very light, unlike the tanned skin of her stomach. I could tell by the tanlines exactly where the bikini had covered her. Her nipples were pink with small areolae. They were also erect. She let me look for a moment or two, and then she started laughing softly. She took my face in her hands, turned it up and kissed me. She started laughing again when our lips separated. I could tell she was blushing. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her breasts.
“You can touch them. They won’t break,” she told me between giggles.
I was embarrassed and horny at the same time. I was actually getting to touch her! She was so soft and so smooth. I ran my hands over the skin of her tits. Her nipples were hard nubs protruding from the creamy soft skin. When I squeezed, her tits were firm but had some squishiness. I could stand there all day feeling them. I was really hard and I knew she could tell by looking at my pants. I didn’t care. I was having too much fun playing with her tits.
I realized I was doing something wrong when she gave an exasperated sigh and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. She pulled my shirt up my chest and waited for me to let go of her tits so she could finish removing it. I reluctantly let go, enjoying watching how her mounds swayed slightly when I dropped them. My shirt joined her bikini top on the floor. I tried reaching for her again, but she had other ideas. She pulled me to her. The feeling of her naked tits against my bare chest was so good! Her luscious globes were flattened as they pressed against me. I could feel how hard her nipples were. Her skin was so warm, so soft, so feminine. I could also smell her. It must have been perfume or shampoo – maybe both. Whatever it was, I wanted to smell it forever. Being there with her, both of us stripped to the waist, was magnificent. I felt so lucky. Here was this beautiful girl who was letting me see her and feel her. When we parted from the hug, I wasn’t sure what to do next. I had never gone this far before. Do I try sucking her tits? Would she like that, or would she think that was gross? I honestly didn’t know. I didn’t want her to think I was as inexperienced as I was. I was afraid that she would send me away if she knew how nervous I was, how unsure I was about what to do next.
She did kind of look at me funny, like she was waiting for me to do something else. Then a thought hit me. I guess it was because I was so horny. Maybe she was waiting for me to take off her bottoms! No, she couldn’t mean that. If she let me do that, the next step would be all the way. I couldn’t believe she would want to do that with me. I was so busy worrying about all this that I didn’t see at first what she was doing. She took a step back and put her hands on her hips. No, she wasn’t putting her hands on her hips. She was putting her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini. Oh, yes! She was actually pulling the bottom of her bikini down! She pulled it off her waist, then down her legs. She bent over and pushed it off her ankles, stepping free of it as she stood back up. Then she kicked her shoes off and Barbara was standing in front of me – totally naked. I had never seen a girl naked before, except in Playboy. This was so much better than a picture. A living, breathing girl. I stood there drinking in the sight. She did a little pirouette to show off her body to me. I was sure now that I was going to cum in my pants. I would be standing there, breathing hard, and a wet spot would appear in the front of my pants where she could see it. This was going to be so embarrassing. The first time I see a girl naked and I was going to ruin it.
Finally, Barbara spoke. It was so quiet in there with just the fan of the air conditioner blowing softly that her voice startled me. I think I jumped a little. She looked me in the eyes and said, very softly, “Well, aren’t you going to take off the rest of your clothes?”
I wasn’t sure if I had heard her right. She wanted me to take off my clothes? In front of her? She really wanted to see me naked? Okay, I wouldn’t make a mess in my pants. I would leave a little puddle of sperm on the floor. Still, the idea of getting naked with her sounded like a really nice thing. I decided to go for it. I undid the string of my swimsuit and slid it down to my shoes. They wouldn’t go over my shoes easily. I certainly didn’t want to trip and fall into her with my pants around my ankles. I bent down, untied my shoes, then worked everything off my feet. At last, I stood up facing her. My erection was pointing up, bouncing with my racing heartbeat. I was so turned on. I just knew I would cum from only looking at her.
What should I do now? If she wants me to fuck her, I might get her pregnant. I didn’t have a rubber with me. I had not even seen an actual rubber before. I knew what they were. I just didn’t think I would be needing one so soon. Even if I had one, I’m not sure I could remember what to do with it. We had that lesson in health class, but I was so nervous that I knew my hands would shake. I wanted to mess around with her, like kiss and stuff, but I didn’t want to do anything that could get her pregnant.
While I was agonizing over all this, Barbara again took the initiative. If she hadn’t, I might have spent the rest of the day standing in the middle of the floor naked, staring at her body. She hugged me again. I gulped in a deep breath. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of a naked girl against my body. The feeling was the most incredible thing I had ever felt. I could feel the hair around her pussy against the base of my dick. My dick was against her smooth stomach. Her legs were against mine. Her tits were again pressed against my chest. And, on top of all that, she French kissed me. I was fully prepared to cum on her tanned stomach. I could be happy shooting off against her. She, of course, had a much better plan in mind. While she was kissing me, she started moving backwards to one of the beds and pulling me with her. I shuffled along, not wanting to break contact with her wonderful body. All of a sudden, she reached the edge of the bed. When she did, she leaned back. One of her arms stayed around my neck to keep pulling me. She put the other arm behind her to slow our fall. When it was all over, she was halfway lying on the bed with me on top of her. I was in bed with a naked girl! Not even in my wet dreams had I gotten this far! Well, maybe in a wet dream. I hoped this wasn’t a wet dream. If it was, I was just about to the part where it gets all wet. It wasn’t a dream. We finished falling onto the bed. We were looking at each other. We both had big smiles on our faces. It felt so good to be against her like that.
Barbara released my neck and used both arms to scoot back fully onto the mattress. I finally figured out that she wanted me there with her (I was slow at this) and I moved with her. Now we were lying side by side on the bed. She gave me another funny look like she was wondering why I wasn’t doing something. Luckily for me, she once more took the initiative. She took my dick in her right hand and started jacking me off. The touch of her hand on my dick was the best thing I had ever felt. Her touch was so different from what it felt like when I did that to myself. Her hand was softer and it wasn’t me touching me. It was her. Then it hit me. How did she know about masturbation? Girls weren’t supposed to know anything about that. She seemed to know. She was doing it right. Very right. I groaned.
“Do me,” she said.
Do her? Did she mean touch her pussy? Alright! I reached between her legs with my left hand and found the patch of dirty blonde hair. My middle finger found her slit and went between her lips. I slid my finger up and down a few times. At the bottom of the stroke, as I started back up, I found her hole and pushed my finger inside. It was like putting my finger into a glass of very warm, very thick liquid. She was so wet. She was tight and slippery, too. The feeling was amazing. I was getting real worked up. Between feeling her pussy and what she was doing to my dick, it couldn’t get much better. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to her. I knew I was enjoying it.
“Use your thumb and rub my clit at the same time,” she urged.
Her clit? Yeah, that was a little bump at the top of her pussy, I remembered. While I was trying to keep my middle finger moving in and out of her, I rubbed my thumb around. I felt a hard little bump and she gasped.
“Not so hard. I’m really sensitive right now.”
Oops. I touched her really softly with my thumb. She was moaning a little. She sure seemed to know what she wanted. Did that mean she masturbates? Do girls really do that? I thought only boys did that. She seemed to know a lot more about sex than me. Maybe she has had sex before?
I was still trying to work through all that in my head when she moved away from me. I was wondering if I had done something wrong when she turned around and her face was right in front of my dick. Still holding my dick in her hand, she stuck out her tongue and licked it. When her tongue touched my dick, I let out a loud moan. I couldn’t help it. She started licking along my shaft and I couldn’t stop moaning. Next, she opened her mouth and took my dick into her mouth. Now my dick was surrounded by the most incredible warm wetness. My hand felt nothing like this. It was at that moment that I came. Before I could do anything about it, I started shooting my sperm into her mouth. I was terrified that she would be disgusted by that. She, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself. She moaned softly as she looked up at me and swallowed. She was eating my sperm—and apparently enjoying it. That only made me cum harder. I shot several spurts in her. When I finished shooting, she took my dick out of her mouth and gave it a few licks.
“That was so good,” she breathed.
“Yeah. It sure was,” I answered. Now what? I just came in her mouth. Do I kiss her like that? I should at least thank her. “Thanks.”
“Thank you. I love the taste of sperm,” she replied.
I was dumbfounded. She liked it? I could get used to this.
She smiled at me and told me, “I’m not on the pill, so you’ll need to wear a rubber.”
As my orgasm-fogged brain comprehended what she just said, I started to get hard again. Then it hit me. Rubbers! I don’t exactly have any. I wonder if I could buy some at the campground store. Before I could say anything, she got out of bed and went to one of the drawers. She was rummaging around in a drawer that looked like it held bras and panties. From the very back of the drawer, she took something small and closed the drawer. She was all smiles as she sauntered back to the bed. As she crawled next to me, she put three small packets on the sheet. Three?!! Were we going to fuck three times? I was going to lose my virginity—three times!
She took one of the packets and tore it open with her teeth, delicately extracting the latex circle. I breathed easier when she reached for my dick. She was going to put it on me. I wouldn’t have to show my ignorance trying to figure how to put it on. She deftly rolled it on me, leaving a little slack at the end. I just stared at my dick, now covered. I was going to fuck a girl! She was all smiles. I was all hard.
She moved up next to me and rolled onto her back. She spread her legs apart and held out her arms. She was ready for me. Instinct filled in where lack of (any) experience fell short. I rolled over onto her and tried pressing my dick against her pussy It just slid along her wet slit. I used my right hand to move it down to her hole. The end of my dick found her hole, but it didn’t just slide all the way into her pussy like I expected. I used fingers of both hands to hold her lips apart. Finally, after a few strokes, her pussy lubricated my dick enough that I slid into her tight channel. So this was fucking! Her mouth felt nice, but her pussy was the ultimate. Hot, wet and tight—even through the rubber.
I lay on top of her and she kissed me. It took me a moment to realize I was kissing the mouth that I just shot off in. I quickly decided that I liked being in her pussy more than I worried that I might be tasting my sperm. She was moaning now as I moved in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around mine and put her arms around my neck. One arm moved up to the back of my head. Now I had the feeling of her naked body against me, my dick in her pussy, and we were French kissing. With all this at once, I was amazed that I could remember to keep moving my dick in and out of her pussy. I was settling into the rhythm of all this when she gripped me tighter and started moaning. I felt her cunt tighten a little around my dick and that started my dick throbbing. I was really getting into it and I was going to cum already. There was nothing I could do to stop it. The feeling of her warm wet pussy on my dick, her body against mine and the sounds she was making—it was all too much to resist. I reached under her to grab the cheeks of her ass to pull myself further into her and I came. It felt like I came forever, shooting jets of sperm into her. Looking back on it, I probably only lasted five minutes. Maybe ten because I had just cum in her mouth. It wasn’t my best performance, but it was my first. Having nothing to compare it to, I thought I was a wonderful lover.
When I finished cumming in Barbara, I opened my eyes and relaxed my grip on her ass.
“Thanks,” she said. “Your fingernails were starting to hurt.”
I turned my hands over and pushed against the mattress as I started getting up. I could feel my dick sliding out of her pussy.
When she realized what I was doing, a panicked look overtook her face. “Wait! Hold the end of the rubber. If it slips off on the way out, your sperm could get me pregnant.”
I paused, looked down at the rubber ring between my softening dick and her pussy lips, and held on to it as I eased myself free of her confines. I was still partially hard so the rubber stayed on me. I rolled onto my side, facing her. The rubber felt heavy on the end of my dick. She turned to me and put her hand gently on the side of my face. She looked into my eyes. I was so in love with her at that moment. We had just joined in a way that was closer than I thought (at that time) was possible. She started to speak. My heart softened as I heard her tone. I thought I knew what she was going to say next.
“Was that your first time?”
BAM! That wasn’t what I was expecting. Now I panicked. I didn’t know how to answer. If I told her it was, would she be disappointed and not want to do it with me again? If I told her it wasn’t, could I hide the truth? I tried countering with a question of my own.
“Was it your first time?” I asked her, trying to will my voice to sound steady.
She made a little laugh. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not.
“No, I’m sorry that I don’t have that to offer to you. It was your first, though, wasn’t it? I wish I had known so I could have made it more special.” She looked concerned. Her voice was a little quieter when she added, “I was your first.”
I was tempted to try lying but I’m glad I didn’t. “Yes,” I answered as I averted my eyes, studying the weave of the sheet beneath us. I was so embarrassed.
Barbara slid her hand to my chin and lifted my face until my eyes were on a level with hers.
“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m honored to be the one to take your virginity. You’re the first virgin I’ve been with. I just assumed you had sex before. I’m sorry…” Her voice trailed off.
“I loved it, if that’s what you’re upset about.” I almost made a Freudian slip and said something else. I shouldn’t assume anything.
“I could tell.” She blushed. “I liked it, too.”
“How was I?” I asked. I was suddenly concerned about how I compared.
She had the most loving look on her face. Her tone sounding almost slightly condescending, like maybe too sweet, but her intent was obvious in her eyes. “You were wonderful. I liked it a lot. I came pretty hard.” She was complimenting me.
Was I really that good? Was she trying to bolster my confidence after a lackluster first attempt? Did I really want to know which was true?
“How many times have you done this?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t have asked that question. I didn’t know any better. I was curious now. It was as if I had just joined a secret society and I wanted to know all the details.
”I’ve had a few… boyfriends,” she answered. She deftly avoided using the term “lovers”. “I’m not all that experienced. I lost my virginity last-“
We were lying in bed after just making love. The conversation was going so nicely. I was languishing in the post coital glow when the last thing I expected happened. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door and a click as the door handle turned. Before I could react, a shaft of bright sunlight tore across the floor as the door opened. A lovely blonde haired girl, a younger version of Barbara, walked into the camper. She was looking back at someone outside and smiling so she didn’t notice us right away. When she turned in our direction after pulling the door closed, her expression was probably a mirror of mine. The embarrassment I was feeling a few minutes ago was only a rehearsal of what I was feeling now. I was lying naked in a bed (probably her bed), naked with her sister, still wearing a sperm-filled condom. It had to be painfully obvious that Barbara and I had only just finished having sex. The look of surprise on her face would have been comical if I hadn’t been so mortified at being caught in that situation.
To her credit, she regained her composure rather quickly. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t the first time she had walked in on her sister in bed with someone.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here,” the girl said in as casual a tone as she could muster. She was blushing a little, but handling the situation better than me. I was hoping Barbara didn’t introduce me so I wouldn’t have to try to speak.
“Janie, this is Ron,” Barbara politely put me on the spot.
Without thinking about my situation, I reacted automatically. I leaned forward and extended my hand. “Hi, Janie. It’s nice to meet you,” I managed to stammer.
Janie just stared at my midsection. “You need to take that thing off and dispose of it. If it leaks, you’ll make a wet spot on my side of the bed.”
I looked down and saw she was pointing to the filled condom that was still on the end of my soft dick. I felt myself turning red – really red – beet red.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” My muttering was almost unintelligible now. I tried as best I could to grab the ring and pull the condom off myself while keeping the open end up. I got it off without spilling any of my sperm on Janie’s sheet. She watched to see I was careful. That was making me even more nervous. I sat there holding the used condom, not knowing what to do with it. Barbara, bless her, rescued me.
“Here, I’ll take that,” she said. She took the condom from me, wrapped it in a Kleenex and dropped it in a small garbage can.
“You better empty that can before Dad gets back tonight. I don’t want to have to explain it’s not mine.” Janie’s tone was cordial, but not exactly nice. I guess I could see her point. Here I was, having sex with her sister in her bed. Not to mention that my naked body was on display before her.
“Yes, Jane. I’ll take care of it. Now that you have interrupted us, what do you want?” Barbara’s tone told me there was somewhat of a rivalry between the two of them.
“I’m going swimming,” Janie announced. Barbara lifted her eyebrows questioningly, waiting for Janie to continue. “I came back here to change.” She left that last part hanging.
I was slow, caught off guard like that. It took me a few seconds to realize I was the problem. Of course, she had already seen me naked, but that didn’t mean she felt comfortable changing into a bathing suit in front of me.
“Oh,” I said. “I guess I need to leave.”
Janie smiled politely at me as I got up and started looking for my clothes. Barbara got up and handed me my shirt.
“Put this on and stick your head behind the flap out the window. That way Janie has her privacy and her friend outside knows you aren’t looking at her.” Barbara unzipped the flap covering the screen on the window and pulled it over my head.
I did as I was told and found myself facing a boy Janie’s age who was already wearing his bathing suit. “Hi,” he said. “I heard voices and wondered who was in there.”
“Janie is changing and I’m not watching,” I explained with a grin. He returned the grin. I wondered if this was the first time he found himself in this situation. Behind me, I could hear Janie undressing. I was naked from the waist down. Images of Janie and Barbara both naked were running through my mind, giving me a new erection. This felt really strange as I tried to make small talk with Janie’s boyfriend.
Finally, Barbara tapped me from behind. “She’s finished. You can turn around.” About that time, Janie opened the door and walked out.
“Have fun,” I told them as I started to turn around.
“We will. You have fun, too,” the boy answered.
His answer stopped me. I countered with, “We will, I can guarantee it.” As I emerged from behind the flap, Barbara lightly punched my arm before she zipped the flap closed. She was smiling, but she still admonished me.
“You didn’t have to say it like that. He doesn’t know what we’re doing.”
“I think he has an idea now,” I told her.
“Okay, then let’s not disappoint him,” Barbara said as she pulled me back to the bed. She removed my shirt, rolled me to my back and lay on top of me. It felt really nice. I was fully erect again. “I see someone is ready to play,” she said as she reached for the second condom. She tore it open and rolled it onto my dick. Then she lifted one leg to position herself kneeling over me. Her right hand guided my dick to her opening as she lowered herself onto me. I gasped as her warm wetness enveloped me. It took a few strokes before she was fully seated. The view of her naked body sitting atop mine was one I never forgot. It fueled my masturbation fantasies for many years.
Barbara placed her hands on my chest and started moving up and down, repeatedly impaling herself on my dick. I was fascinated by the sight of my dick emerging all wet from her pussy, then disappearing inside her again. When I finally shifted my gaze upward, I was mesmerized by the way her motion made her breasts bounce. They were so firm that the bounce was really a kind of shake at the bottom of her stroke. When I managed to look at her face, she greeted me with, “Finally. I thought I’d never get to see your eyes. Did you enjoy the view?”
“More than you could ever know,” I answered honestly. I could fall in love with her. Maybe I was falling in love. I was definitely in lust.
“That’s so sweet.” She gave a deep sigh as she plunged down especially hard and leaned forward a little. “I like watching the wonder in your eyes. It reminds me of my first time.”
“When I tried to imagine what sex would be like, I never thought there would be so much talking. I always thought we would just grunt and moan.”
“Sometimes it’s like that. Other times, you really connect, like now, and have these deep conversations while you do it slow. Don’t worry, when we start cumming, there will be lots of grunting and moaning.”
As if to prove that point, she started riding me a lot harder. My body reacted of its own volition and began meeting her thrusts. I instinctively knew what to do—and it felt so good! By now, our conversation had been replaced with “Oohs” and “Unghs”. We still looked into each other’s eyes, smiling lovingly. I could do this forever. Actually, it seemed like I was doing it forever. I had cum so recently that I lasted longer this time. Well, it was long for a teenager. I came before she did, and she got off me quickly, holding the condom in place until her pussy was safely away. Then she held my softened dick down as she removed the condom and disposed of it in the trashcan. The next thing she did amazed me.
I masturbated, and I was worried I was weird because I did it. I wasn’t sure if all boys did it, but I did it a lot. I was sure that girls didn’t do it, though. Barbara proved my theory wrong. She lay back down next to me, spread her legs and slid her hand down between her breasts, then over her pussy to her leg. She slowly slid her hand back up her leg to her pussy where she began sliding her index finger up and down her slit. She inserted the finger into her cunt and pumped it in and out a few times, then withdrew it. I felt a thrill when I saw how wet it was. I knew she was so wet because she had been fucking me. Next, she began rubbing circles around her clit. The expression on her face became one of pure pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and she wasn’t really looking at me as through me. “Kiss me,” she pleaded. I leaned over her and complied with her request. The kiss heated up as she neared her own orgasm. I still couldn’t believe she was playing with herself. It took everything I had in me to keep kissing her instead of pulling away to watch what she was doing to herself. When she started moaning, I figured out she was cumming so I fondled her breasts with my hands. She seemed to like that. She pulled her mouth away from mine so she could take deep breaths. When she did, I started sucking one of her nipples. She liked that a lot. I looked down her body to her hand on her pussy while I suckled her. The finger that had been on her clit was now vigorously pumping in and out of her hole while her left hand was now rubbing her clit. She tensed up and lifted her hips off the bed, moaned loudly, then fell back to the bed. She rubbed her pussy lightly now, keeping that one finger still inside her. After a minute or two, she opened her eyes. She saw me watching her and smiled sheepishly.
“Did you enjoy watching me do that?” she asked.
“Yeah. I had never seen a girl do that before. I didn’t even know girls did that.” It wasn’t until I finished speaking that I realized how much I had revealed about my lack of experience. Barbara didn’t seem to mind.
“Girls definitely do that – maybe more than boys.” She laughed when she saw the look of astonishment on my face. “Well, you came but I didn’t. I wanted to cum too, but you got soft.”
I thought about that and it made sense. Her next words got me excited again.
“Maybe next time, you can do that for me after you cum.”
The thought of playing with her pussy like that, and making her cum, was causing some stiffness to return to my cock. Barbara noticed it, too.
“I need to catch my breath first.” When she saw a concerned look on my face, she grinned and continued, “It’s okay, I want to do it again, too.”
Suddenly, she sat up and dug around in the pile of clothes for her watch.
“Shit! It’s almost lunchtime. Janie and Annie will be coming back for lunch soon. We need to get dressed. The third time will have to wait.”
“Aw,” I complained.
“Yeah, me too. But after the look on your face when Janie walked in on us, I don’t think you want to get caught fucking again.” She chuckled when she said that. I joined in the laughter.
“Yeah, once a day is enough for me. I hope it didn’t upset Janie.”
“Are you kidding? She likes walking in on me. I think she likes to watch. She’s still a virgin but she asks lots of questions. She plays with herself a lot, too.”
“She does?” I was astonished.
“Of course. She’s human.” After Barbara watched me shake my head in disbelief, she continued with her explanation. “I hear her late at night. She’s discrete, but it’s hard to hide something like that when you’re sharing these beds. Any motion moves the whole bed.” She looked thoughtful for a moment or two, then continued with, “She did it last night. She was probably thinking about that boy she’s been hanging around with.”
“I guess I’d better head back for lunch. When will it be safe to come back for …” I couldn’t bring myself to ask When can I come back to fuck you again? I started getting dressed.
“After you eat. Janie already knows what we’re doing. Annie may come for lunch or not. I think she’s screwing some boy off in the woods. Even if she’s still here when you get back, she won’t say anything. You just need to be gone before Dad gets here this afternoon. He won’t get here before 6:00.” She was starting to put her bikini back on. She slid the bottoms on, then held the top over her tits and asked me to tie it. I stood behind her and nervously tied the two bows. She turned around and kissed me. Feeling those tits against my chest (and knowing what they looked like) made me hard again. Barbara felt it. “You need to get that thing to go down before you leave. If someone saw you leaving my camper with a hardon, I might get into trouble.”
“I’ll do my best,” I promised. I put on my shoes, concentrating on my shoes instead of Barbara’s body. That did the trick. I told her bye and promised to see her right after lunch.
When I walked outside, there was still no one in sight. There wasn’t anyone camping too near. That was a good thing because those canvas walls couldn’t block too much noise. I walked along feeling two feet taller. The birds were singing louder, the sun was shining brighter, the water in the lake was bluer, and I was no longer a virgin! I knew I’d have to be careful not to grin all through lunch or my parents would figure out I had too good a time this morning. I wanted to relive the morning in my head as I walked back, but I knew I had to be careful so I didn’t get back to my campsite with a raging hardon.
I got through lunch okay. I told my parents I met some friends at the lake and spent some time at their campsite. I got away as politely as I could as soon as lunch was finished. I don’t think they caught on to anything being different about me.
When I got back to Barbara’s campsite, she was still having lunch with Janie and an older girl who I surmised was Annie. My face lit up when I saw Barbara, sitting at the picnic table and still wearing the bikini that I helped her put on. Janie saw me first and said, “Barbie, your friend is back.” Annie and Barbara were sitting with their backs to me. They both turned around at her words. Barbara’s face lit up when she saw me. Annie looked curiously at me.
“A new friend? Hi, friend,” Annie said.
“Hello,” I said cheerily. I wanted to be polite with Barbara’s family. Okay, I really wanted to pull Barbara into the camper and screw her again, but being polite was the safest course of action. At least, until her sisters left us alone.
“Sit down and have some lemonade with us,” she offered. Barbara got up to get me a glass. I sat down where she put the glass down—between her and Annie. I felt a little awkward. I was sitting around the table with Barbara’s sisters—and I had just had sex with Barbara. And I was going to have sex (I hoped) with her again just as soon as the other two girls left.
The lemonade was good. We chatted for a while and I got to know Barbara’s family. Finally, Annie got up to leave. She looked directly at Barbara and said, “Be sure he’s gone well before Dad gets back—and that everything is straightened up inside.”
Shit! She knows what we are going to do!
“Yeah, change the sheets,” Janie prodded.
Well, I guess she knows, too. She caught us this morning. Barbara looked a little flustered.
“I will,” she said to Janie. Then, to both of them, “Have a nice afternoon.”
Annie smiled and said to both of us, “Have fun,” before she turned to walk away. She took Janie by the hand and led her.
Barbara took my hand and, looking into my eyes, said (with a tone that made my heart ache), “I missed you.”
I had to take a deep breath. I actually ached in the middle of my chest. I guess I was starting to fall in love. I didn’t just want to fuck her right then. I wanted to make love to her. I was already starting to learn the difference between those two things. When I spoke, I could barely raise my voice above a whisper.
“I missed you, too—a lot. I couldn’t wait to get back here to you.”
“I thought they would never leave. Help me clean up, and then we can go inside.”
I felt it in my dick when she said that. She raised her eyebrows as she said the last part just in case I didn’t realize what she was implying. I realized, no problem. We cleaned up the remains of lunch very quickly. Finally, with a glance over our shoulders to be sure we weren’t being watched, we closed the door behind us.
“Annie will keep an eye on Janie this afternoon so she won’t interrupt us again.”
“You actually talked about that?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“Sure.” Barbara sighed. “They know we’re having sex.”
My heart pounded. A few hours ago, I didn’t even know what “having sex” was like. Now people knew I was “having sex” with my girlfriend. Was she really my girlfriend? I guess so. After this morning, we were certainly more than casual acquaintances. Barbara continued.
“Janie is younger and doesn’t really understand yet. Annie is explaining it to her right about now. She is also making sure Janie understands why it is so important that she doesn’t tell Dad about any of this. She’s kind of a brat. Annie will make sure she won’t spill the beans—even in anger. Don’t worry, it will work out. I’ve done the same for Annie—and, I’m sure, in time we will do the same for Janie.”
I was amazed at how the sisters had this all worked out. It was so well orchestrated to allow them to have sex with their boyfriends behind their father’s back. I couldn’t complain because I was reaping the benefits with my blonde-haired girlfriend.
I took Barbara in my arms at that point and kissed her. It was a deep, slow kiss. I enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against mine. I smelled her smell. I felt her soft boobs barely crushed by my chest. My heart raced. When we came up for air, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a slight smile on her face.
“That was nice,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I could do that all day.”
I smiled. “I could, too. I love being that close to you.”
An impish grin replaced the slight smile on her face. “Let’s get even closer,” she said as she reached behind me and opened a drawer. I turned and I could see now that the drawer contained panties, bras, a tampon box and a cardboard box of condoms. She took out two condoms, pushed the box behind the panties, and closed the drawer. She straightened up and smiled shyly this time as she held up the two condoms and raised her eyebrows. I smiled, too. Then I put my arms around her neck and untied her bikini top. It fell, uncovering her breasts and revealing that her nipples were again very erect. I put my arms around her back and untied the bottom. She let the top flutter to the floor. My heart pounded now as I looked at her, clad only in the bikini bottom.
After letting me have a good look, she reached out and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt. She pulled it off me and let it drop on top of her bikini top. Then she put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her.
“Mmmm,” she said as her breasts and my chest met, this time not separated by any clothes. “That’s so nice.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “I like the way you feel against me.”
”You don’t have to stop here, you know.”
I took the hint and knelt in front of her. My fingers were almost trembling with excitement as I put my thumbs inside her bikini bottoms and pulled down. The tiny suit began slowly coming down her hips. Her dirty blonde pubic hair was revealed, just as it had looked a few hours earlier when I saw it for the first time. As the crotch of the suit pulled away from her pussy lips, I saw that the moisture there formed a clear strand joining lips to cloth until I pulled the suit down far enough to break the bond.
“You’re so wet,” I breathed.
“Yes. I told you I couldn’t wait for them to leave. You’re all I thought about all through lunch. They could probably smell how wet I was.”
I couldn’t notice the smell of her pussy when we were outside, but I could smell it now, kneeling before her. She stepped out of her bottoms and I placed them on top of the pile of our clothes. Next I put my arms around her ass and pulled her pussy to my face. I breathed in, immersed in her intoxicating aroma. I rubbed my face against her soft fur. I moved my face a little lower and extended my tongue, intent on capturing some of that plentiful moisture.
As my tongue met her pussy lips, she made a sound kind of like a moan or a gasp. I guess it was a little of both. The effect was to tell me how much she liked the feel of my tongue against her pussy. I pushed my tongue through the tangle of hair and it slipped between her lips. I was now drinking her juices. She was so wet that, when I parted her lips with my tongue, her juices started to flow into my mouth. It wasn’t a gush, of course. Just a gentle ooze, like what had produced that strand stuck to her bathing suit. The taste was her and I loved it. The texture was thicker than water. The feel of her wet pussy against my tongue was indescribably wonderful. I felt her suddenly shuffling her legs to regain her balance. She put both hands on my head and spoke.
“I have to lie down before I fall down.” She giggled slightly as she walked backwards to the bed, pulling me along by my head. She wasn’t about to let my mouth leave her pussy. I wasn’t going to let that happen either. I walked on my knees as she shuffled to the bed. Then she scooted back onto the sheets we had soiled earlier, with me along for the ride. She finally settled down on the bed. I was lying on my stomach, my mouth over her fragrant cunt. I explored her with my tongue and my fingers, marveling in how slippery she was. My dick throbbed against the mattress when I realized she was so slippery because her pussy was preparing itself to be fucked by my dick.
Keeping my tongue between her lips, I looked up to see her kind of half sitting. She was holding herself up on her forearms, trying to watch what I was doing to her pussy. It looked like she had a sleepy smile on her face. I remember what I felt like when she gave me a blowjob and figured she was feeling about the same—pure ecstasy. It would have been a struggle for her to keep her eyes open. She was also smiling in a dreamy sort of way. When she saw me looking at her, she spoke.
“I love having my pussy eaten. Don’t stop,” she urged me. I went back to moving my tongue up and down her slit. Taking advantage of her lubrication, I pushed my middle finger fully into her hole, eliciting a sigh from her. “That’s nice, too.” She leaned to her left so she could lift her right arm to caress my cheek with her hand. She was so near to orgasm that her aim was a little off and it took two attempts to reach my face. I smiled at that, my smile obscured by her body. I moved my mouth and finger faster, and then started using the fingers of my left hand as well. She started moaning at that, encouraging me to work faster. The more she moaned, the faster I fondled her. The faster I fondled her, the more she moaned. She couldn’t keep climbing the mountain forever. She reached the peak, throwing herself back against the bed. Her hands moved to her breasts, the fingers caressing her nipples much as I had done that morning. Her head thrashed side to side and she called out my name. Her hips began thrusting up and down against my mouth and I held on as best as I could. Finally, the stimulation got to be too much. She pushed my face away, saying, “Too much… stop… Ohhh, noooo,… no more… owww… yesss…” until the words and moans merged into one sound. I got the message and moved away to watch her finish cumming. She was even more beautiful when she was having an orgasm. Her face looked as if she was lost in a sea of ecstasy, drifting to and fro as the waves of pleasure carried her along. I felt so proud at that moment that I had given her such pleasure.
As she came down from her peak, her eyes opened, she smiled at me, and said, “Wow,” very softly. I was grinning. “Thank you,” she breathed, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. “Now, how about doing something that we can both enjoy?”
“I did enjoy that. I’d like to do that again if you want.”
“Maybe later. For now, can you find the rubbers? I think I dropped them when you were undressing me.”
I looked back at the floor and found them right where she described. I got up, noticing that I had left a wet stain of precum on the sheet, and retrieved the two condoms. I tried opening one, but she stopped me.
“I want to do it. I like putting them on,” she explained.
If a beautiful naked blonde wants to handle my dick, who am I to argue? I reasoned. I handed the packet to her. She deftly tore it open and extracted the ring of latex. I crawled onto the bed and straddled her tits. The sight of my erection bobbing over her luscious tits was a scene I remembered for a long time. She gently grabbed my dick with her left hand and held it still as her right rolled the condom over my hard shaft. I reveled in the feel of her soft hands touching me. The sight and feel was making me even harder. My dick was bobbing in time to my pulse. Barbara noticed and smiled. When my dick was safely encased, she pushed it to one side, looked up at me, and said, “Ready.”
I scooted back until I was kneeling between her knees. She had spread her legs wider for me. I used the fingers of both hands to separate her lips, exposing her opening. I used my right hand to guide my hardon to the correct point, and then leaned in to her, groaning a little as I felt the warm sides of her pussy envelop me. I pushed, but my dick only got about a third of the way into her. I pulled back, enjoying seeing how wet her pussy had made the end of the condom. Her juices were bathing me, lubricating me so I could penetrate her further. I pushed forward again, sinking into her silky depths. This time I felt a tightness about halfway in, then she loosened and I sank fully into her. I looked down, seeing my shaft mostly hidden by her body. Only the base was visible, the latex ring just outside her lips. I felt my dick throb as I realized most of it was buried inside her body. I marveled at how much heat I could feel through the latex covering.
Barbara raised her arms, inviting me to lie down on top of her. I complied, carefully lowering myself over her until we were again touching from head to toe. I loved being that close to her—against and inside her. We kissed and my tongue penetrated her body as well. We were connected. I was lost in the sensations, but my instincts kicked in and I started pumping in and out of her body. Her hips responded in kind. We kissed while we screwed. I was aware of every point where our bodies touched—inside and out. I never realized sex would feel this good.
I realize now why my memories of the afternoon were so much more vivid than the morning. That morning, sex was new. I was like a man with a great hunger. I ate fast, not fully tasting the food. Now that the initial hunger was satisfied, I could eat slower, savoring each bite. I savored that afternoon, exploring each nuance of the encounter. I marveled at how wet and slippery her pussy was. How hot she felt, and how tight against my dick. I watched her face, able to tell her state of arousal by her expression. I experimented with variations in the position. The morning was spent trying to satisfy years of pent-up lust. The afternoon was higher education. I tested and learned. Barbara was eager to teach. After I came (and carefully removed the used condom), we lay together talking. We talked about sex, about what we liked. How it was different from what we expected, how it was the same. She told me about her first time the previous summer. How she was scared and nervous, and how it hurt that first time as her hymen tore. She carefully explained that last part so I would understand and be very careful if I ever had the opportunity to be with a virgin in the future. I guess it seems strange that we talked about having other lovers. We realized our time together was just a chance meeting. In a few days, I would be leaving there and returning home. We would probably never see each other again. We talked about keeping in touch by writing letters. We did a lot of talking as we lay in each other’s arms. It was a warm, cozy way to spend the afternoon. After quite a while talking, we used the other condom. That time, she got on top. I quickly realized how good a view I had of her when we were in that position. She was also able to do a lot more with her pussy to maximize my pleasure (and hers). That became one of my favorite positions.
Our afternoon had to come to an end as the time for her father’s return approached. We kissed as we dressed. I reluctantly watched as she covered the best parts of her body with her bikini. Once dressed, we embraced again. I ran my hands along her back, enjoying the feeling of her skin, interrupted only by the strings of her bikini top. I also ran my hands down her butt, and inside the back of her bottoms. Just before I left, I put my finger inside her bottoms and inside her pussy. When I withdrew it, she watched me tasting her juices.
I looked back as I walked away. She was sitting at the picnic table, picking up the book she had been reading. That was the last time we made love. We never had an opportunity to be alone like that again. The next day was the Fourth of July. Her father was off from work, of course. I spent the day with my parents, and she spent the day with her family. As darkness was approaching, I was surprised to see Barbara and Annie. They had come to invite me to watch the fireworks over the lake with them. My parents let me go. Once we were out of earshot, Annie explained that she had come along so my parents wouldn’t have reservations about letting me go off alone with Barbara at night. I thought that was a good idea. When we got to the lake, Annie left us to find her boyfriend and we were alone after all. We watched the fireworks display. The view overhead, reflected in the water, wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the beauty on my arm. The enjoyment was bittersweet as we both knew I was leaving for home the next day. When the show was finally over, people slowly started making their way back to their campsites in the darkness. Barbara pulled me into the woods, along a trail she obviously knew well. We were soon far away from the sounds of the other campers. She pulled me to her and kissed me. Then, she whispered in my ear.
“I want to give you one last thing to remember me by.” She knelt down on the ground and I felt her hands unzipping my pants. She very carefully extracted my hard dick. It was sticking out of my pants, aimed upwards. I felt her warm breath on it, then the wetness of her tongue. She kissed and licked it. I started to moan, but she admonished me.
“Don’t. Someone might come along the path and hear you.”
I did my best to remain silent. It wasn’t easy when she took my erection into her mouth and sucked me. I put my hands on the back of her head and guided her motions as I fucked her mouth. I did moan as I came, filling her mouth with my sperm. When I came, she didn’t stop sucking me right away. I learned that I become very sensitive right after I cum, just like her. I reluctantly pushed her away from my dick. In the gloom, I could barely tell she was smiling broadly. I could hear her swallowing as she stood, then she put my dick back in my pants and zipped me up. We shared one last kiss, then another, as we held each other in the darkness. Then we walked back to the lake. One last kiss and we had to separate—each returning to our families. I looked back one last time as I walked away, but it was so dark that I couldn’t be sure the person I picked out of the other people still milling around was Barbara.
I fondly relived all this in my mind countless times. I never saw Barbara again. We wrote a few letters before losing touch as our lives took different courses. Sometimes I wonder how her life turned out. I’ll never forget the girl who taught me how to love.
This story is Copyright © 2004 by Strickland83. All rights reserved.
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