Ah, pissing in the woods at night. How he missed camping.
Fred kept his aim at the base of the tree, and looked up into the night sky. He couldn't see much through the branches and leaves, but thought he saw a piece of the little dipper. No, wait, he was looking at the wrong part of the sky. If only Lisa...
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. Wrong thought.
The entire point of this, after all, was to... well, he hadn't figured that out yet. Sighing, Fred opened his eyes again and stared at the tree bark in front of him as his yellow stream slowly petered out. He missed Lisa. It hadn't been three weeks yet, but the throbbing pain of her loss already felt like it had been a part of him for a lifetime. And it would be there for the rest of his.
Well, at least the midnight pissing was over for the evening. He gave his dick a couple shakes, then stuck it back into his underwear. Time to stumble back to the tent and get some sleep. Fred glanced around, his night vision once again confirming what an awesome camp site he had chosen. It had looked interesting on the map, as he had studied his possible options before setting out alone on the week long canoe trip into the rivers and lakes of the state park. A 40 yard outcrop into a long, winding lake, as he had approached after a long day's paddling the 12 year old in him had practically leaped for joy. With the six foot high cliffs around it, apart from the small landing beach and path up to a small clearing, it looked like a perfect place for a fort. Drag over logs to create a battlement and he could defend it from all takers! Bwahahahaha!
Smiling, he started to move... when he heard the splash. It was to the right, the opposite side from his beached canoe... there was another splash, and another... someone, or something... was swimming out there. Or at least that's what it sounded like. Sound carried, so it probably wasn't that close. But, it was past midnight. Who, or what would be out on the lake? Maybe a bear, making its way across? He gripped his flashlight, which he hadn't bothered using on this late night excursion, testing its heft. OK, that wasn't a good plan.
What if it was a person? Who would be swimming... towards him. It seemed to get slightly louder, although there were pauses in the sound so it was hard to compare the splashes. Almost like someone was resting.
Fred suddenly felt a chill not due to the night air go through his underwear clad body. There had been that scream. He had been in the middle of dinner, and it had sounded like a woman was REALLY having fun somewhere far over the lake.
Or was in horrible pain. The faint scream hadn't been repeated. But... what if what he was hearing now, was the victim, fleeing, or the murderer...
Or it could just be a bear. Oh, what cheery options Fred's half asleep mind was presenting to him. He'd best have a look. Carefully, ever so glad he had at least put his sneakers on for this piss break, he made his way through the sparse trees towards the water's edge. He kept the light off, out of paranoia, and because he could see well enough regardless. The moon was up and half full, giving more than enough light. One stubbed toe later his feet came to the edge of the southern drop down to the lake. He grabbed on to a tree that rose up next to him, and looked out.
There was someone maybe a hundred yards away in the water.
Tightening his grip, Fred leaned out and tried to make out details. They had a life vest on, that was certain. Looked like long hair, but that was hard to judge. And, anyway, serial killers could have long hair. Fred shook his head to get that thought out of there. This was serious. He/she wasn't swimming directly for his camp site, but someplace farther to the left. And they were tired. He could tell that at once. They had been out there a long time, and were in bad shape.
Fred raised his gaze and swept it over the lake. He didn't see a capsized boat anywhere behind the mystery swimmer, or anyone else. He thought again of that single scream. If someone was fleeing for their life, they might try something as insane as crossing the lake. He had to do something. Something to draw their attention, but take into account they might not want to be found by certain people (and might be half asleep and scared to death). Looking down, he saw a straight seven foot drop onto jagged rocks, but to the left was a slightly more gentle way down with hand holds, and a foot of shore before the water's edge. Quickly moving over, he gave his hasty plan one more review then turned on his light.
He aimed the beam just ahead of the swimmer's head, then quickly turned it off. The splashing stopped, and he thought he saw the dark blob on the lake turn towards him. He flashed the light two more times, then aimed the beam down at a spot below his feet and left it on. If they wanted help, there was the beacon.
There was silence for 10 seconds, then the splashing resumed (with more vigor he thought) and the shape started moving towards him. OK, time for phase two.
Leaving the flashlight wedged into some branches still aimed at the landing zone, Fred raced through the dark to the campsite. It was only maybe 30 yards away, but he had no idea how much time he had. Obviously he could have taken his canoe out to try a rescue, but trying to pull someone in who might not be able to help that much (or want to help) would just result in both of them in the drink most likely. They'd just have to make it in on their own.
As he reached the clearing he stopped for a second to take stock. The fire pit still had some smoke rising, so he quickly stirred up the coals and tossed some dry logs on it. He'd need not just fire to warm them but hot drink. Fred emptied one of the water jugs into a pot, covered it and tossed it over the fire which was starting to come to life. Then, into the three man dome tent he had used since scouts. Flipping on the spare flashlight, he quickly put on a shirt and some pants so he wasn't approaching them like a potential rapist, grabbed two dry bath towels, then out again running back to the swimmer.
The mystery guest was barely 20 yards away. Fred half slid down to the water, his sudden appearance causing them to momentarily pause before continuing in. About ten feet away, their feet must have found the bottom because she stood up and staggered the remaining distance.
She was thin. Bone thin. Not exactly anorexic, at least at first glance, but most likely he'd be able to count ribs once the life vest was off. She was also short. As she came ashore she half threw herself and half fell into him, her head barely coming up to his nipples as she held on to his six foot frame for dear life. He held the towels in one hand while the other went up to caress her wet head, her soaking body pressing against him.
"Shhh, it's OK... you're going to be OK." He put his other arm around her for a moment, then gently pushed her back slightly. She didn't resist. He sensed all her resistance was gone. "I'm going to remove your life jacket, then wrap you in some dry towels and take you to a nice warm fire. OK?" He saw her nod, and quickly before she started to interpret this as something unwontedly sexual he worked to pop the fasteners open and let the life vest fall to the ground.
She was wearing a bikini, probably dark blue, sexy while not being slutty. He was right about the ribs, but it was clear this was her natural weight. She almost looked 12 but the swell of her hips and the nicely proportioned breasts marked her as at least a teen. The haunted look in her eyes made her an adult. Fred wrapped the first towel around her, sweeping her long brown hair up so it fell outside the towel falling almost to her hips. Her hands clutched at the ends as he used the other towel to dry her face and hair, the cool night air starting to cause her to shiver.
"It's OK... we're going to go to the fire now. We have to climb up this little hill here, then it's about a minute walk to camp. You'll have to use your hands to grab things on the way up, but I'll be right behind to hold you if you need me. Wait..." Fred thought about the logistics for a second. "... OK, I'll have to hold the towel as you climb as it'll just fall off anyway." She nodded, and let go as he took it back. He leaned down to also grab the life vest (no sense leaving evidence of where she landed) then gave her a slight push in the small of her back with his towel covered hand towards the path up. She still had some strength left, as she easily pulled herself up to the top. A moment later he was beside her, the trip having been a bit difficult with his hands full. He added to that load by grabbing the flashlight, then once again put a towel around her. They had barely taken two steps when she cried out, jumping back against him with one bare foot raised in pain. Cursing, Fred decided his back had enjoyed the easy life long enough and scooped the girl up in his arms. She was light, but he was tired and he let out another curse. Her arms went around his neck, easing things somewhat, and they made their way like that to camp.
Dumping the girl in the camping chair by the fire, Fred checked the pot. The water was somewhat close to boiling, which was close enough. He grabbed a mug, poured in a packet of hot chocolate, then added water and handed it to her. She clutched at it, her body shaking, and took a short sip. Then a longer one. Her eyes closed, and her whole body began to relax. Nothing like some Swiss Miss to calm you down and remind you of happier times. Fred poured his own cup, took a drink, then knelt down beside her. He put a hand on her towel covered knee, and she opened her eyes and looked at him.
"My name's Fred," he said.
"Taylor." Her voice was weak, but the woman behind it was strong. Her eyes met his, and she gave a sad smile. "Thank you."
"Oh, you're welcome. You're just lucky I have a weak bladder." He smiled back at her, then gave her knee a squeeze. "Most of this can wait till morning, as I can tell you're about ready to collapse, but I need to know a couple things now." Her smile faded, but she nodded. "First, did your boat tip or something? Is there someone else in the water who needs to be rescued?"
Taylor shook her head, looking down at her hands.
"Was that scream a few hours ago you?"
Her eyes shot up to meet his, her mouth agape.
"I'll take that as a yes. It's OK. You're safe. If you're not hurt, we'll deal with it in the morning." Taylor hunched her shoulders and took a long swig of the hot chocolate.
"I know you're not, but what you need most is sleep."
Fred put his mug down, stood, and went to the tent. Reaching inside he pulled out his sleeping bag and tossed it down on a somewhat clear space on the other side of the fire.
"You can have the tent. There's a mattress and a pillow, and one blanket as well as another big towel I think. Feel free to raid my back pack for a shirt or something to wear so you can get out of that wet bathing suit." Fred sat down on the sleeping bag, and gave a big yawn.
Taylor looked up at him for a few moments, various confused thoughts going through her head. In the end she put down the mug, grabbed the flashlight, and still clutching the towel around her went over to the tent and bent down to enter. Once inside the flashlight clicked on and the tent zipped shut.
Fred let out his breath and put a hand to his temple. He didn't need this. OK, a half naked woman falling into his camp could be seen as the gods rewarding him after taking Lisa away, but right now he just wanted sleep. He stood and moved the sleeping bag a bit, getting it off a rock, then sat down again and took off his sneakers and socks. He looked over at the tent, which was far enough from the fire to be encased in darkness. The light inside glowed brightly, and he could see the shadow of the girl behind the green nylon as she... removed her bathing suit, and stretched.
"Oh, Lisa... what am I going to do."
Taylor opened her eyes and saw green.
It was a sort of mid range green, with light coming through it. She contemplated the color, and the various light shadows that played across her vision. Slowly, much slower than it should, a thought worked its way up to the front of her attention: Where the fuck am I?
She sat up, causing the blue thin blanket to fall off her chest and into her lap. She was in a tent. That was obvious. It was a round dome, big enough for three sleeping bags it looked like. At the moment there was the inflatable mattress she was on, which seemed built for two, a backpack to her left with scattered clothing around it, and some books and her wet bathing suit next to her on the right. Seeing the bathing suit caused Taylor to look down and notice that she was wearing an oversized black t-shirt. Pulling out the front, besides confirming it was all she was wearing, showed it had a Buffalo Sabres logo. Letting go, she closed her eyes and thought.
"Oh, shit... that happened." There were times when the young woman had hoped it was all a dream. That she would wake up and be back in her apartment, this stupid camping trip still a few days in the future or just a silly fantasy. But, no... that had really happened, and she had really run away... well, swum away, as if that could ever solve anything. At least she was away from there. But, how would she face them at work, and where was here anyway? For the first time she noticed the sound of movement outside, and thought she smelled bacon. Food... quickly, like the little girl she was so often mistaken for, Taylor scrambled onto her hands and knees and crawled to the tent opening. Unzipping it a bit, she looked out.
He was sitting on a log next to the fire, giving her a look at his profile as he used a long fork to turn over some bacon in a pan over the flames. He was tall, she remembered that, maybe six foot. Brown hair cut short, which strangely was grey around the temples. He didn't seem to be that old, maybe 30. Average build, if a little over weight. But strong... Taylor had alternated over her life between wanting to be in charge and showing the world she could take it on regardless of her size, and just wanting a hulking man to take her. The last had caused most of her dating problems, as the jerks she found couldn't handle it when the self reliant part of her came to the fore. But last night, when he carried her... Taylor shivered. He hadn't been dominating her. He had been... taking care of her. That was new.
"Bacon is ready." Taylor jumped at the sound of his voice, then cursed as her left leg landed on a loose sock and slipped out from under her. Getting back up she looked out her peek hole again and saw Fred looking back at her, a smile on his face and in his eyes. Those eyes... She snapped her attention back when he kept speaking. "There's a ‘bathroom' over to the left a ways, if you need it. Pancakes will be up in a few minutes." Taylor quickly unzipped the door the rest of the way, and started crawling out. Looking up she saw Fred continuing to look down at her with a raised eyebrow, then laughing he turned his head back to his cooking. Looking down, Taylor realized the neck of her shirt hung down giving him a clear view of all her naughty bits. After a moment's pause she laughed herself and continued out. They WERE very nice naughty bits, so it was OK.
The last of the bacon was gone. Fred was eating the last of his three pancakes, while Taylor took a finger and gathered up the remaining syrup hiding on her plate. REAL maple syrup... god, it made the stuff she had grown up on taste like water. He had warned her that she didn't need all that much, and he had been right. Nectar like that was best savored in small amounts. Had to be unhealthy as hell, but she didn't care. First shopping trip once she got home was going to find her looking for a bottle of this stuff.
Finishing, Fred put his plate down on the small folding table set up between them and took a swig of his orange drink. Giving a sigh, he leaned forward with the glass held in both hands between his knees. Looking at her, he started.
"There are some things I need to know now, some that can wait if you'd like, and the rest I don't mind if you keep to yourself. Some things are going to have to be done as soon as possible." Taylor nodded, taking her own swig. Tang... never thought she'd be drinking Tang.
"First... is someone after you?"
Taylor took another drink.
"Were you attacked?"
She lowered her head. Was she attacked? Could you call it that?
"Raped?" Taylor looked up at Fred, eyes widening. It had been, hadn't it?
"By people you know? Did you come camping with them?"
"Yes." Stronger now.
"Do you want to tell me?"
"I... think I have to."
The guy was a hunk. Her first day on the job and already she had her eyes on him. The cut body, the eyes that didn't so much undress her but ask why the hell she hadn't done it herself already, and he actually could hold a job. The last had become a new requirement of Taylor. She might only be 23, but she had come to the realization that failure to stay employed indicated a guy wasn't going to stay faithful to her for long. She wanted a stud who could handle commitment. And, after a month working customer service at the supermarket she still got wet whenever Jim from produce walked by. Oh, sure, he flirted with everyone, from the teen cashiers to that skank Beth but he obviously was into her. So, when he asked her out on a weekend canoe camping trip she jumped at it, almost jumping him right then and there! Oh, she wouldn't be alone with him- his bud Rod and that Asian girl from produce Wendi would be along too, but they were OK. And she knew it would probably end up as one big orgy. But she would first get her hands on Jim and his cock into her, staking her claim, then let go and enjoy. It was a plan.
Things started to go wrong right from the start. They had two canoes, and despite her flirting protests Taylor got stuck in one with Rod. It wasn't that he wasn't also hunky, and always seemed to be coming on to her, but she wanted Jim. The only consolation was that seated in the front she had a great view of Jim's back as he paddled the lead canoe. Rod kept up a running commentary, but she didn't listen.
The site they picked was father in than she'd expected, and despite not doing all that much of the paddling her shoulders ached as she climbed out. It seemed the others had used this site before, as their large tent fit perfectly into a patch of dirt near the tree line and they quickly had everything set up. Not really in her element, Taylor just tried to keep out of the way while not looking useless. After a dinner of grilled hamburgers and potato chips the beer came out and all was well.
The sun was setting, the beer was flowing, and Taylor decided to make her move. She was sitting on a big log between Rod and Jim, and finishing her third can she put it down and turned towards Jim.
He had his hands under that bitch Wendi's bikini top, and was kissing her neck as her own hands were making their way down his bare chest.
What the HELL! He had invited HER! Oh, sure, it seemed all day she had been paired with Rod, but... slowly, she turned to her right to look at the other male there. Rod had put his own beer down and slid up next to her, putting an arm around Taylor and drawing her against him.
"Hell no!" She may have shouted, but she definitely pushed. He was strong, though, not forcing her but definitely restraining the small woman with amusement on his face. Oh, god... this was why they had invited her. And she came. They'd assume she was willing. Suddenly Taylor felt hands grab her arms and force them above her head. She looked up to see Jim holding them and grinning down at her drunkenly. She saw a nude Wendi pulling down his shorts and taking his cock into her mouth... and then she felt a large object push past her bikini bottoms and up into her in one thrust. Taylor screamed.
"...and... I kept saying ‘no', but my body said ‘yes', and they kept..."
"Shhh, hush... it's OK." Fred was next to her again, his hand stroking her hair. She put her head on his broad chest, the tears flowing. He just held her there, taking care not to touch the rest of her. Once Taylor calmed down enough to realize this, she was both incredibly touched by that concern and overcome with the desire to be held by him. She wanted to just be engulfed by him. To be held by his strong, firm arms and be told over and over that everything was good. Nobody had done that for her since Daddy...
"So," Fred continued, once he sensed the worse was over, "once they fell asleep you swam away?"
"Yup." She pushed herself off of him and sat up, wiping her eyes with the bottom of his shirt. "I figured I couldn't even move a canoe much less paddle it, so... I just swam." Taylor closed her eyes and gave a sad laugh. "Stupid. I'm so stupid."
"No you're not."
Fred stood up and walked around and refilled her glass.
"Nothing I can think of to say here will come out as less than condescending, which isn't at all what I mean, so I'll just get to the important parts. Do you want to charge them with rape?"
She thought long and hard.
"N... no. No. It wouldn't help, and... I did go."
"That's no excuse, but I understand. Frankly it makes all this easier, although naturally I'd be on your side if you decided otherwise." He got his own drink and downed it. "Do you want to go back there?"
"Hell no! I'm even quitting that job!"
"OK." Fred put his glass down, picked up a silver iPod from the table and checked the time. "So, what that means is that I'm going to take a trip over to your campsite."
"No!" Taylor was scared, although why she didn't know. They weren't killers, but it would be three against one...
"I have to, for two reasons. First, I have to tell them you're not dead. Picture it from their end: they're going to wake up hung over and find you missing after a drunken orgy. For all they know you walked into the lake drunk and drowned. We don't want them calling the police to look for you, as that would cause all sorts of problems." Fred smiled, a rather mean one she hadn't seen before. "Not that I'm against scaring the crap out of them."
"Second," he continued, "I have to get your stuff and bring it back here. While I'm gone you can decide what you want to do. If you want to go home, which would be incredibly understandable, I'll take you. If you don't..." Suddenly Fred looked more uncomfortable and awkward than she'd yet seen. "Well, I'm planning on staying for another 5 or 6 days. You're welcome to stay until the food runs out."
Suddenly Fred burst out laughing. Taylor smiled, looking at him questioningly."
"Sorry. I just had the thought that given you know nothing about me, for all you know I'm a cannibalistic serial killer, so that last statement could just be a bad joke on my part." Taylor gave her own laugh, and held up a bare arm.
"Good luck getting any meat off of this!"
Taylor watched the canoe glide off onto the lake, Fred paddling slowly but strongly. She put her arms around herself, once again aware that she was only wearing a shirt... his shirt. She had a sudden urge to go find a used one and change into it, which caused her to just shake her head and laugh. "This is what gets me into trouble. Like, Love, and Lust ARE different." She turned and walked back next to the fire, watching it die down. Her feet were getting use to going barefoot, although luckily he'd hopefully be bringing her sneakers with him. If she was going to be here a week...
Was she? If she stayed, what would they do? Well, fuck, obviously. Fuck like rabbits. She wanted that. He rescued her, and it was only right. No, wait, that's wrong... wasn't that kind of thinking always getting her into trouble? But Taylor had never been rescued before, not in a real way. Maybe this was her only chance to have this fantasy. Or this reality.
But, did she just want a weekend of fun then have him leave? Or did she want... to be with him. Should she be working on getting to know the person, and not just the penis. Maybe she could do both...
She needed something to keep her mind occupied. Weren't there some books in the tent?
Taylor crawled back in, sat on the mattress, and looked around. There was a thick blue paperback next to the bed with a bookmark sticking out, so she reached over and took a look at it. ‘Magician: Apprentice' it said, and had a wizard and a teen boy on the cover. Well, she liked Harry Potter, so this would do. She flipped through the pages, stopping when she came to the bookmark. It was a photo. Taking it out and holding it up to the light coming through the door, her eyes widened.
The woman in the photo was lying on her back on a couch, nude. She was reading a book, the very one Taylor was holding it looked like, an expression of intense concentration on her face. She had a nice body, Taylor grudgingly admitted, obviously very curvy. Her breasts, although flattened a bit, were on the large side and currently used as a book rest. Checking out the other end Taylor noticed she wasn't shaved, the woman's pubic hair trimmed into a nice triangle pointing downward.
Who was this? Wife? Ex-wife? Some random girl from the internet? And why did Taylor feel so jealous when she looked at her? She looked down at her own body, then back to the photo. It made her feel like such a little girl, that was the problem. And if he liked... WOMEN, what chance did she have?
"Well, that's over with", Fred thought.
He was paddling his way back across the lake, glad once again he had picked a rather skinny one for this trip. Heck, it could almost be considered a wide river in spots. A half hour over, a half hour back, and 15 minutes scaring the hell out of three twenty somethings. He had enjoyed that, and just remembering brought a grin to Fred's face. They had started drinking already to try not to deal with whatever had happened the night before, and all it had taken was the mention of rape and NOT going to the police to get them falling over themselves doing whatever he wanted. So it was that they were packing and on their way out of the park already, and he was heading back to camp with not only the girls duffle bag but a cooler full of food that the rapists wouldn't be needing. Three problems solved and it wasn't even noon yet.
The bow of the canoe hit land, and Fred crawled forward and onto the beach, then pulled the canoe up completely out of the water. He had expected Taylor to meet him, and glancing up towards camp was a bit annoyed not to see her. Well, maybe she was sleeping. She had been through a lot. Grabbing the duffle bag, he climbed up the short path.
The girl was nude. That was the first thing that registered in his mind, as being male millennia of evolution had made that the most important thing his senses could detect. She was sitting in the chair reading a book, her legs outstretched using the small table as a foot stool. White skin without a trace of ink, smooth and beautiful. Her breasts were small, but firm, standing on their own and probably barely enough to fill a hand. She was hairless below the neck, although what was on her head flowed down beside her almost to her waist. And she was reading....
Fred's face lost all emotion as he saw that blue book with its photo bookmark. He stood for a moment, not really thinking anything, then walked over to the tent and tossed the duffle bag in front of it. Taylor pretended not to notice him, and after a couple moments more of looking at her he just sighed and walked over to his sleeping bag. He pulled it so the head was up against a tree facing Taylor, then sat down on it and leaned back against the tree. The fire pit was between them, and he just... looked at her. Or, maybe, through her. Taylor started to smile at him, but the dead look on his face caused it to die before it even began. What had she done...
"Um... this is a good book." Taylor held it up, trying to break the tension. This wasn't what she had planned at all. She couldn't even remember what she had worked out in her mind, the back and forth that would make him want her. Now she just wanted him to... not... look... at her like that.
"It's one of my favorites."
After a moment more Fred closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree. Oh, Lisa, what was he supposed to do...
"Who is she?"
Fred opened his eyes and looked at Taylor. She had taken her feet off the table and put them on the ground, knees together, and was sitting up and looking at him with the book held in both hands in front of her. Her eyes were pleading. He took a ragged breath. "She... is a friend who died 16 days ago."
Taylor stopped breathing. The book fell from her fingertips and bounced once in the packed earth. Eyes wide, staring at the man in front of her, all she could do was whisper, "how?"
"Her birth control killed her." He picked a long leaf off of a weed, and started stripping it as he talked, just to have something to do with his hands. "She had a blood clot in her brain. She had gotten one in her leg a couple months ago, and the doctor told her to change whatever version of The Pill she was taking, and she did, but... either it was too late or it didn't matter. She just fell over dead while walking into her Moms house." The tears were starting to flow, and he began to ramble. "She refused to let me use anything, even when she was between Pills. She wanted to feel me in her, and me to feel her. We... I keep thinking of how I could have saved her. If I had just loved her enough to say, no, we can't do this anymore, or... if we had just done without birth control. She'd still be here." Fred wiped his eyes with his shirt. "We had planned to take this trip together, and another to Mexico in a couple months, so I figured I'd just come here and..."
He looked across the silent fire pit. Taylor had stood. Her pale, thin body was beautiful there under the trees. Her arms were outstretched before her, and her eyes were red with tears.
"May I hug you?"
Fred had enough of his senses still to suddenly see how silly this all was. Here was a woman who had just been raped offering to comfort him over something that was nothing compared to her pain. Something was wrong with the universe. But, as he looked at her... he realized he wanted to hold and comfort her as well, and the desire for that was in her eyes. Tossing his mangled leaf aside, he cocked an eye at her.
"Well, you can't do it if you're way over there..."
She straddled him, her naked thighs against his tough blue jeans. His back still against the tree, he leaned forward and kissed her, his hands lightly caressing her sides. It was a gentle kiss, their lips and tongues just barely touching. Taylor's hands were under his shirt, caressing his chest. Her fingers curled around the short hairs there, and she had the urge to run her hands all over him. Moaning, she moved her hands to the sides of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, breaking their kiss. Their eyes locked for a moment, then their lips came together in a passionate duel of tongues. Fred moved one of his hands onto the back of her head, the feel of that long hair like nothing he had felt before. His other hand cupped a breast, and she groaned whenever he pinched her nipple. Taylor couldn't keep her hands still as they moved all over his chest, back, and arms. Those strong arms that had held her that night after saving her from the lake... her crotch was rubbing against his belt buckle, and she slowly began to move back and forth, fucking his jeans. It felt rough against her, the bulge from his now hard member hitting just the right spot. She pulled back from Fred slightly, hands going to his shoulders she looked him in the eye as her speed increased. The night before Taylor had been fighting not to feel anything, feeling betrayed by a body responding to unwanted intrusions. Now, however, she was savoring each touch, unabashedly following each trail of pleasure wherever it led.
Fred just gazed back in wonder, his hands on her hips as her movements became more primal. His mind went back to an afternoon alone with a half cousin in 7th grade, when they had traded whatever knowledge each had gained so far in puberty. Mary had nothing on the erotic creature before him now, though. Taylor's hips reached a fevered pitch, and arching her back she looked unseeing at the sky. Fred took that opportunity to lower his head and gently bite her left nipple, and Taylor half screamed in orgasm. Her hands flew to his head as he kept gently nibbling, her body now making ragged circular movements around his covered cock. Finally she slid backwards until she was sitting just above his knees, her hands against his chest as if to keep Fred at a distance before he could ravage her more. When her eyes finally focused on him, they smoldered.
"I always like being called that by naked women," Fred replied, easily able to catch her arm before she could slap his chest in playful reply. Laughing, Taylor gazed at him for a moment longer, then broke away from him and slid back further along his legs. When she came to the end she slid off him completely and lay on the sleeping bag, knees bent and legs spread.
Fred stood and gazed down at her. He felt like a teen again, looking down at his first love. Her thin, white limbs, small breasts... her smooth slit glistened a moist pink as she offered herself to him. He unbuckled his jeans, dropped his remaining clothing then knelt between her legs. He positioned his large frame over her, his cock touching her entrance. Fred paused, looking at her glowing face. Sensing what he was feeling, Taylor raised a hand and caressed his cheek.
"You can think of her."
Closing his eyes, Fred gently but firmly thrust into her. Taylor gasped, hands gripping his arms as he filled her. He paused, looking down at her again, then lowered his head and kissed her as he started to move in and out. Her legs wrapped around him, and she raised her hips to meet each thrust. He was going agonizingly slow, like nothing she was use to, and it was torturing her exquisitely. It was not so much technique as Fred's knowledge that he probably wouldn't last that long, but that didn't matter. Taylor didn't even care if she came again, so long as she felt his release within her, but she could feel herself rising towards another orgasm. She thought of the woman in the photo, who had been the recipient of his seed before her, and she offered up a prayer to that spirit promising to take care of her man.
Suddenly the thrusting increased, and as they both cried out he came within her. He stopped moving, fully within her, and just gasped as pulse after pulse filled Taylor. Finally, spent, his body relaxed and their eyes found each other as hands rose to caress the other's cheek, neither wanting to move and break the spell.
Taylor cooked lunch. Fred said he was too exhausted after first paddling around the lake all morning then satisfying her, plus it was woman's work anyway, but Taylor was happy to do it regardless. She was a good cook, and it was time to show him she wasn't just... well, that she was good for something besides sex. There were times she doubted that herself, but being near him was changing that. Three hamburgers, two for him, were grilling nicely on the fire. They had decided to use up all the fresh meat first as the ice might not last, although it was still in good shape. Fred meanwhile rolled a couple logs up to the fire and arranged them into a sort of love seat, which he covered with Taylor's sleeping bag (which looked like it was more suited to a slumber party than camping- the unicorns were a nice touch). They were still naked, although wearing sneakers, and as they sat down to eat Taylor leaned against him. Any food or juice that dripped on them was quickly, or slowly, licked up.
Afterwards, they just sat with their arms around each other and opened up about themselves. Fred was a history teacher, which he liked. Never married, most of his family had passed away over the last few years of one thing or another. Lisa had been a savior, keeping him sane. Now... Taylor had graduated with a major in art, which was one reason she had been working at various supermarkets and the like. She had never liked being told WHAT to draw or paint, which kind of shut her out of most commercial applications of her skills. Her father had died when she was a young teen, and she hadn't talked to her mom since she left for college. She probably, she admitted, had gone for guys who would treat her like a girl but use her like a woman.
"It's not easy," she said, running a hand absently over his thigh, "looking like this when you're an adult. I mean, when I saw that photo of Lisa... well, I'm obviously not your type." He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I have many types, to be honest. Any beautiful woman who's willing to be naked with me automatically falls into at least one category. Besides, in the end I'm more interested in a woman's brains. If I like someone, I can find something physically about them that attracts me."
Taylor gave him a skeptical look, which got a laugh out of him.
"No, no, it's true. I'm never going to go with someone just because of looks. It's never worth it."
Taylor sighed, looking down at her feet.
"There's not that much to me. I'm not that smart."
Fred took a hand and turned her head towards him, stroking her cheek. She nuzzled against it.
"There are different kinds of smart. So far you haven't seemed dumb to me. I'd like to see some of your art." That drew a chuckle out of Taylor.
"It's a little late for that pick up line!"
"True..." Fred kissed her, a gentle peck, his tongue lightly flicking her lips before he pulled back. Her lips tried to follow him, then her eyes opened and she giggled. Her hand moved over to his slowly rising cock, helping it along in its quest. His hand drifted down between her legs, marveling first at the smoothness then the wetness.
A thought occurred to him then, causing a laugh, which he quickly explained. Laughter at the wrong time during sex can be a dangerous thing.
"Actually, it may be fate that we met now. No, really," he added, although she wasn't protesting much. "How much do you remember from your American history class?" Taylor was getting down on her knees in front of him, so this question was a touch unexpected.
"Umm, some. I actually usually liked that class."
"Good, bonus points for you since I love history." She smiled and took a lick at his cock, which was almost as good as the smile. "OK, I want you to try and finish this historic Presidential campaign slogan." The look on her face was priceless, especially with a penis in the shot.
A moment's confusion, then it dawned on her.
"Tippecanoe and Tyler Too!"
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