If you shouldn't be reading this, than you know it, I discourage it of you, however I have never seen a disclaimer that ever dissuaded some one from reading a porn story. So, if you must, proceed, I hope that you enjoy it.

These were written more as a personal memoir than to be posted, but I decided why not? I would like to get some feedback, thanks: nu_pied@yahoo.com

Shortly I hope to be posted on ASSTR, when and if that happens, I will post a story with my address.

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Here Starts the Story
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Story Note: I belong to a society called the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronisms). The basic purpose of the society is to dress up and play as if we were in the middle ages. I decided that if I didn’t share this information, some of you would be highly confused by the story :). If you would like to find out more about the SCA, please visit the web site http://www.sca.org. That said, on with the show!

Now, the SCA, during the summer months (well, to be more specific, every month but the winter months), holds week-end long camping events, every week-end. However, due to constraints of time, money, and geography, I was usually only attending two a month, so all the happenings of this tale are stead out over a long period, in fact they were partially overlapping Meet Melissa (one of my other stories).

Early in the season, I was at an event, and I spied across the field a lovely young lass, enough to send my little 16 year-old heart to going pitty-pat. She was Asian, at maybe 6’ (while to some this may seem tall, but I was 6’4” so I considered it about perfect, tall enough so I didn’t have to bend far to kiss her, but short enough that I could maintain a pleasant dominance) She had long tresses down to about the small of her back in a braid, she had the traditional china doll build (even though I later came to find out she was Japanese), and most importantly, to my eyes, she was verging on one of the most beautiful things I had seen. Now perhaps my opinion was clouded by the way that her petite breasts were pushed up by the bodice she was wearing (What, you thought perhaps the wonder bra was the first piece of women's clothing designed to elevate?) and the way her hips rocked in an entrancing motion, but that didn’t matter, what mattered is I was struck by Cupid’s little arrow, I was instantly enamored.

I was a very patient teenager, (I know, a contradiction in terms), I found early that I didn’t really have the cohenes for a full forward approach to romance. So, over the course of the next couple of events, I found out who her friends were, picked the one I already had the most rapport with, and began to kindle my relationship with him, until he invited me along one Saturday night for a gathering involving her. Slowly I integrated myself more and more into this group until I felt it safe to turn my attentions slightly, poking and prodding to reveal slight details here and there, convincing her of my charms, eventually all my hard work payed off, and when I invited her to go for a walk in the woods alone, she agreed. In truth, looking back on what I did over the period of that month, what I did resembled rather closely stalking, but I didn’t care, and you know what? I still don’t.

Now Amy, that was her real name, was an incurable romantic, she went in for sweet talk whispered in each others ears at night, a good cuddle, and even just sitting in a comfortable quiet and watching the stars. That was fine by me, because I was definitely tended along that path myself. So we did that, I had a very large cloak so oft times we would sit beneath it, on a rock, a park bench, or even just lying in the grass, sharing body heat (it sometimes got down to 10 degrees!) and just being comfortable a couple.

By this time I had already Met Melissa, so my sexual desires, instead of having been amplified, as was the case with many of my peers, was satiated. So I felt no desire to press anything on Amy, which I think was a major thing for Amy, for although she never spoke of it, I think she had just gotten out of a bad relationship where that was a major issue for my counterpart. Instead I was ecstatic to just be is love, even be it puppy love, and participate in all the affectionate activities I had long desired to participate in, The kisses, the hugs, and even the long looks from across the room were music to my heart.

I delighted in bringing her happiness, from buying her a nice little trinket she saw at a merchants booth, to one of the incidents whose memory is one of my cherished of her. Amy had always wanted to see Yosemite, but was never able to convince her parents to take her, they were always too busy. So one event we were at, was at a fairground about and hour from Yosemite. I found out she was going to sleep early on Saturday (An almost unheard of event, but I guess she had been having a bad week, and was in a funk so deep even I couldn’t shake her of it), so, right about eleven o’clock, when I knew everyone would just think her asleep, I crept up to her tent, roused her, and while she was still groggy, got her to my car and in a blindfold. So about 40 minutes later (I said an hour, but that was driving sanely) after a barrage of questions from her, I was pulling up to an access road at Yosemite, with a girl who was completely in the dark (sorry about the pun) about where we were. Somehow, I managed to guide her through the process of sneaking in (you ever try to sneak into Yosemite with a girl in a blindfold? Was tougher than I’d thought It’d be), after a short hike, I got us to a secluded clearing and took off her blindfold. At first her brow was burrowed in confusion, but eventually the pieces of the puzzle began to click in her head, and slowly I could see comprehension sink in, and I saw in her face the rising of the sun, just how happy she was, after her depression was enough to make my heart sing, I was at what was arguable the happiest moment of our relationship. Even now, my heart yearns for that utter feeling of contentment, the feeling of no longer missing any part of my soul. I remember the conversation that ensued upon that point vividly, they gray trees, the bright stars, and the shining moon, and, most of all, her warm contralto voice, rocking through my being.

“Marcus, I can’t believe you did this, I just can’t believe it....”

“My Love, when I saw a chance to fulfill a dream of yours, there wasn’t anything that could have stopped me.”

She stared at me then, with those eyes, those beautiful pools of emotion, and opened her mouth a couple of times as though to speak, but no sound was forthcoming, instead, she hugged me, then she held me at arms length, and kissed me in a way that ruined every single kiss I have gotten since, it sent shockwaves through my body, and brought to mind words spoken to me by my grandfather, “When you experience what can only be described as perfection, hold it to your heart, and never let go.” She then undid her bodice in a smooth graceful motion (I never did figure out how she did that, I’ve never encountered a female since who has been able to do it, I think it was a trick clasp in the sewing) and slipped from her dress smoothly, revealing to me the stuff that dreams were made of, and indeed, for the first time, because, while we had been involved for going on two years at that point, sex had never been an issue.

I stopped, breathless for a moment at the figure layed before me, looking for all the world like something drawn by the hands of a master painter, designed to draw the eyes, but to the body, not to a point, it was impossible for my eyes to grow stagnant at one point, there was simply too much to see. Then, following my sense of fair play, I too disrobed, although it was difficult for me to lower even my loose pants, for suddenly I found my member to have found itself well awake. I fell to my knees, to bring myself closer to on par with the bounty that lay spread before me on the ground, and also, partially I fell to my knees to offer my prayers of gratitude.to whatever deity decided to smile upon me, and I looked at her, and asked a very simple question, but one that would perhaps forever change course of our relationship, “Are you sure?”

“Yes...you, my love, are the one person in the world, who I completely trust, I trusted you with my emotions, and now I entrust to you my body. Please do, I feel the yearning deep within me, do.”

I was once an ad lib actor, and if I had missed a cue like that, my director would have slapped me silly, so I looked within myself, and found my yearning to do as she requested, and smiled. And after having positioned myself, I sang a song, this was a song I had learned long ago in the society, and I had since learned that it was designed for this activity, it had bawdy lyrics, a strong beat, and most important, a rhythm that was almost endlessly adaptable. After her initial shock wore of at my voice bursting into this jubilant song, she began to sing it’s counter melody, and thrusting herself into me in time with her own song. soon I felt myself building to the point of no return, but could see by the blush spread across her breast that while she was well along the way, she wasn’t as close as I was, so, skipping a couple of verses, I drew to the end of the song, before “The geyser blew it’s pent steam” as the song goes.

At this point I drew her up into my arms and kissed her, then withdrawing from that sweet embrace, I started blowing gently across her, drawing my breath quick and shallow so I would be assured a cold gust, this was a trick I had learned on the internet and very rarely has it failed me since. And thus I got a close inspection of her body, from the crook of her knee, where the heat builds up, to the tip of her nipple, where some cold air can cause amazing responses, until I could see her build as close as need be, then I reaffirmed myself in position, and managed to, through great effort, match her screams of joy, with my own, simultaneously feeling her pull along my shaft, and my own “gasping heaves of the man below ground”.

I then rolled off of her, and we lay side by side, naked, exposed to the chilly night air, and yet not cold, for any time that we felt a chill begin to set, we would vanquish it by vigorous exercise. Until we gradually dozed off, I awoke before her, and stared appreciatively at the art before me as the sun rose, shining it’s warm light gradually across her silently sleeping form, oh but what I would have given for a camera, the contrasts of the green grass, and her all to white skin below the gentle fanning of her hair, the play of light across her breasts brought tears to my eyes, until I realized what time it was getting onto, and I kissed her on her lips, bringing her slumber to a gentle end, god, even the way her eyes fluttered open was perfect, we walked arm in arm, slowly back to my car, then after having cleaned up with my swimming towel, we got in, and in another 30 minutes were back in camp (it is amazing what kinda speed that old Ford LTD could do if you pushed it). We slipped in 10 minutes before the nine o’clock wake-up announcements, and proceeded to spend a pleasant day with me in a chair, and her on my lap, watching the people go by, chatting, and sharing the new depths of emotions awakened between us.

That was not the last time we had sex, but it was the best. We were a consistent couple for another year until we were forced to separate to go to college. I to this day regret my decision. We stayed in contact via e-mail, quiet frequently at first, but then diminishing, until it kind of died out. I recently contacted her, and Amy, if you ever read this, I wish the best to you and Tim, and may Lily grow strong and healthy.

To the rest of you, I offer this one piece of advice, I very foolishly didn’t follow it, I hope that you will, “When you experience what can only be described as perfection, hold it to your heart, and never let go.”

Thank You.