If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors and grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very thankful for their patient work and encouragement.

 

 

 

I spend a lot of time, writing my stories, which I like doing very much. I also spend a lot of time, editing and correcting my stories, which I hate. But it has to be done, if you are going to read an understandable and reasonably consistent story. My only reward is the letters I get from the people reading my stories. That could be from you! If you liked the story, then feel free to tell me so. If you thought it could have been better, please let me know as well. My E-mail is henlar@hotmail.com.

 

(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001

 

 

Deep in the woods.

 

In '78, it was no longer fashionable to take the hippie route to Goa or Nepal, but after I'd finished college, I felt like going somewhere. I wanted to get away from it all and be alone for a while. I guess it was a part of growing up and becoming independent.

Goa or Nepal would have been out of the question, even if it had been fashionable. I didn't have very much money and decided to take a trip on foot into the Swedish forests. I carefully chose a place where I would be sure to be alone. I wanted to feel nature, wanted a little bit of that explorer feeling, searching for new frontiers, mine as much as natures.

Spring had been wet but as always, the fine weather came as exams began. Often, it would end as soon as the exams were over, but this summer the sun and warm weather continued throughout June and July.

I had packed enough dried food to keep me alive for three weeks, even if I didn't catch a single fish in the lakes and streams. I loved to fish and even though the part of Sweden I was going to wasn't the best for fishing, I'd still have a fair chance of some serious fishing: Small trout, bass and pike.

The tranquillity was wonderful. I walked all day without seeing a living soul. I could hear the animals, but was so far from civilisation that they fled long before I would ever be able to see them.

The first two weeks, I just walked deeper into the forests, only stopping to sleep fish and eat. Beyond the next rock or tree lay a new a better stream or view. Even though I was fairly far north, the weather was warm and that day, I could feel the air grow heavy. Dark clouds were forming in the afternoon and soon the distant roll of thunder reached me.

Before the rain and thunder arrived, I picked a good spot to camp, close to a little mountain pool. Overhanging branches sheltered my tiny tent and the rainwater was lead away from the campsite by a half circle of rocks and crevices.

I was surprised that a thunderstorm was so different out here, compared to what I was used to in the city. Every crack of thunder and bolt of lightning was powerful and distinct. I sat in the open tent door and enjoyed the sights until it had passed. Afterwards, the air was clean and fresh. The ground was soaked, but it was kind of nice too, because it would make lighting a fire less hazardous.

I prepared a meal with some wood I'd gathered before the rain started. The pool was too small for fishing. So I had to be content with the dried food I'd brought with me. It couldn't compare to a freshly grilled trout, but after soaking and boiling with some fresh herbs, it didn't taste too bad.

The rain had brought humidity in the air as well as on the ground. It was still hot and I suddenly realised how much I was sweating. It was a couple of days ago, since I had taken a dip in one of the lakes. The sun couldn't heat up the deep lakes and only the first few inches of surface water was reasonably warm. In other words: Bathing was a pretty cold experience. But I felt sweaty and the water in the pool was clear, blue and very inviting.

I took off my clothes and glasses and slipped into the water, expecting it to be cold, but it wasn't. The shallow pool was small enough for the sun to heat the water. I swam around for a couple of minutes before I began washing my clothes. I didn't have any detergent and it would have been a pity to pollute the clear water, so I just rubbed them against a smooth rock like I'd seen in films about life in the third world on TV. Maybe I didn't have the technique to perfection, but it was good enough for me.

I think my senses had been sharpened by the life in the wilderness. Suddenly I could feel that there was something or someone else around. I turned and looked, even though I couldn't see much without my glasses. The sound of a twig snapping confirmed my suspicion.

"Come on out. I'm not dangerous," I said.

I hadn't spoken for almost a week and it was strange to hear my own voice. Nothing happened at first, but I kept my eyes fixed on the spot where I'd heard the snapping twig. I saw a slight movement, and then a figure standing up from behind some bushes, fifteen feet away.

I swam towards the rock where I had left my glasses and put them on. It was a young girl. She stood for a moment, looking at me then took a few steps towards me.

"Hi!" I said.

"Hi! Eh, who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Peter. I'm on vacation here, kind of. What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"In the forest?" I asked.

I hadn't seen any houses close by, but then again, the forest was dense and I could have passed a house less than a hundred feet away without seeing it.

 

"Half a mile that way,' she said, pointing her finger.

"OK. What's your name?"

"Ulrika."

We looked at each other for a second or two, maybe a minute, I don't know. I couldn't think of anything to say. She was blond, tall and not on the skinny side, although she wasn't fat in any way.

"You're bathing," she finally said.

"I am. Do you want to join me? The water is really nice,"

It must have been the lack of contact that made me say it. I didn't think about it at all, just spoke my thoughts. Ulrika blushed and shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said.

"It's OK, but I don't have my bathing suit with me. I'm usually alone when . . ."

"Oh, it's your swimming pool?" I said.

Ulrika giggled and moved a little closer. I had made up my mind and decided that she was fairly pretty. Since I already had done what I could to embarrass her, I decided to continue to speak my mind.

"I don't mind it, if you want to swim without a bathing suit. I haven't anything on."

Ulrika blushed fiercely and hit her lip. I couldn't really tell how old she was. Judging by her looks, she could be eighteen, maybe twenty, but she acted like she was fifteen or sixteen. It was obvious that some part of her wanted to come in with me. She had undoubtedly planned to go swimming, not expecting her pool to be occupied.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Apart from you being here, I'm all alone," I joked.

She really had a hard time making up her mind. I was hoping she would do it, but she shook her head again.

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, suit yourself. But it is really nice. Do you come here often to swim?" I asked.

"Almost every day, if the weather is good. It's my summer holidays now and I have nothing better to do."

"I guess it's a bit lonely to live out here."

"Uhhuh. My best friend lives 4 miles away. Where do you come from?" Ulrika asked.

She sat down on a rock and looked much more relaxed, now that she had made up her mind about swimming. She had a very cute smile.

"I'm from Copenhagen. Ever been there?"

"No, I haven't really been anywhere. Not even Stockholm or Gothenburg."

She sounded annoyed about it, like it was very unfair. I guess it would be, if you were stuck out here with nowhere to go like she was. I mean, if the most exciting thing you could do in your summer holidays was go swimming in a pool all by yourself, you could easily be bored to death. For me it was different; I had chosen to go here and I had all the things she probably wanted, every day.

"So, you don't get much around, do you?" I asked.

"No. My parents always have to take care of the farm and we can never go anywhere. Is it . . . fun to live in the city?"

"I guess it is. I've never tried to live anywhere else. I love to be here, but I don't think I would like to live here permanently. Too dull, really."

"Tell me about it! Nothing ever happens here," she sighed. "Do you - -"

Again, I must have been alone for too long. Without thinking about it, I got out of the water and stepped over to my towel. Ulrika stared with her mouth open, completely frozen. Then I remembered that I was naked.

"Oh, sorry.'

I picked up my towel and covered the vital parts of my body.

"I . . . I better get home," she gasped.

Before I could say anything, she rushed in between the trees and disappeared. Funny, but that surprised me more than when she came. I dried myself and dressed again, somehow expecting her to come back, but she didn't, at least not that day.

I decided to stay a day or two. Maybe it was because of Ulrika. I could see a stream on my map, about a mile away and walked over there to fish in the evening. I didn't have to worry about the light. Up here to the north, it was only dark for an hour or two in the middle of the night. I caught a couple of small trout.

I got up early the next morning and had the trout for breakfast, grilled. It was too chilly to take a swim in the pool and I didn't want to go fishing either. For the fist time, I didn't know what to do. I wasn't bored, I just didn't really want to do anything, but I didn't get that much time to think about it.

I heard rustle and turned to see Ulrika coming.

"Good Morning. You're up bright an early,' I said.

"I just wanted to see if . . .'

She didn't finish the sentence, but I could guess what she was trying to say.

"I'm still here. Did you bring your bathing suit?"

She shook her head. "No. I . . . don't have one."

"I guess you don't need it out here," I said.

She shook her head timidly.

"Do you want me to take a walk while you take a swim?" I asked.

Ulrika considered my offer for a moment. Like yesterday, it was apparently very difficult for her to make up her mind. She'd been on my mind since yesterday and I was sure she wanted to skinny dip with me, maybe even more. She was just too shy to admit it to me and to herself. I figured it was better to give her a little more time.

"You could also show me the neighbourhood first," I suggested.

She nodded excited, but then calmed down a little.

"There's not much to show."

"Depends on what you're looking for. I mean, I'm not interested in the nearest disco or cinema. I'm here to enjoy the scenery and tranquillity. You must know some beautiful spots around here, right?" I said.

She smiled. She had a very cute smile indeed.

"This is the best spot," she said, then hastily added: "But I'll show you some of my other favourite spots if you'd like."

"Let's go then! You lead the way."

We walked for a couple of hours, looking at Ulrika's favourite spots, both when she was younger and those she preferred now. There was a lot to see. Picturesque rock formations, small creeks and gurgling stream. One of the streams formed a very small waterfall. It didn't look like much, but my interest grew when Ulrika told me that she sometimes had showered in the waterfall. I tried to picture her standing under the cold, falling water and it was a beautiful sight that formed in my inner eye.

It was getting very hot and thinking about her in the cold waterfall didn't cool me at all. I pulled my T-shirt off and put it casually over my shoulder as we walked back. I could see Ulrika staring at me, when she thought I didn't see it. Since I'd had the privilege of admiring her long, tanned legs and lovely back for most of the walk, I certainly didn't mind that she showed some interest in me.

"So, does you mother expect you home for lunch? You can eat with me if you want to," I said.

"No, I can stay out until dinner. She's used to that. I don't think she thinks I'd ever meet anybody out here."

"You're free to go as you please and bathe in the pool and whatever?" I asked.

"Yes, but mom would probably be very upset if she knew I was swimming around . . . nude."

She blushed as she said it. Actually, it didn't take much to make her blush.

"Why on earth would your mom be bothered about that? You're all alone!"

"It's a sin to show yourself nude," she said.

"Oh, so she's religious. Guess it's a sin to talk to me as well, right?" I said.

"I think so. I mean, I don't think so, but mom and dad do. If it were up to them, I wouldn't go to school. They would teach me at home. They don't want me to meet boys or even other girls. They are so afraid that other people will have a bad influence on me."

Ulrika sounded very annoyed, just like yesterday, when we talked about going places.

"Do you think that your friends from school have a bad influence on you?" I asked.

"No . . . maybe. I mean, I don't think I believe in god the same way that mom and dad do. I don't think he's so strict, you know. All the other kids are allowed to be together and have fun. It's not like they are drinking or doing drugs or things like that. They . . . can do things that I can't do and they know a lot more, you know about . . . things."

"That's why you became so embarrassed, when you saw me come out of the water yesterday. You've never seen a man before?" I asked.

Ulrika hesitated a little before she answered.

"No," she whispered.

We walked in silence for a while. Not only was she living out here in the middle of nowhere, but on top of that, her parents tried keeping her away from other people as well. I didn't know what to say. I felt sorry for her but I couldn't really do much about it. I mean, I couldn't go down and talk to her parents or anything like that.

"Do your friends treat you nice? In school and such?" I asked her.

"They do. My best friend tells me . . . a lot of things. That's good, because I know then but it also makes me . . . a little sad sometimes. To think of all the things I miss and only hear about," she said.

"I'm really sorry for you. I mean, it must be terrible to be locked up like that. Don't you ever consider running away?"

"No. There was this girl in the congregation who ran away. To Gothenburg. She ended up on the streets as a . . . whore and she became addicted to drugs. She died from an overdose. I don't want to end up like her. When I'm eighteen, I can decide for myself and want to go to the university. I'm good in school. Dad doesn't want me to, but when I'm eighteen, he can't stop me. I can get a scholarship and share an apartment with Gunilla. She's my best friend. It's only one more year and I don't want to blow it all now."

"That sounds very wise. I'm sure you'll be a lot happier that way," I said.

We reached the pool soon after. Ulrika was very quiet and I could understand why. I just didn't know what to say to cheer her up. I began to prepare lunch for us with Ulrika following my every move.

I served the boiled, fried food with fresh herbs and we ate in silence. I didn't have a full service for two, so we had to share my plastic dish. Ulrika had the fork and I ate with the spoon.

When we had finished eating, we washed the plate and cutlery in the pool. Suddenly, Ulrika splashed some water at me. I splashed water at her. One thing led to another and suddenly Ulrika lost her balance and fell into the water. I tried to grab her, but I couldn't hold her. The result was predictable: me on top of Ulrika in the pool.

Her head was pushed under and she came up, huffing and puffing. She didn't waste time to get her breath back. As soon as she was out from under me, she threw herself at me and pushed me under.

She was giggling excitedly, when I resurfaced, her eyes full of anticipation. I waded towards her and she back away, giggling even more.

"So, you did have a bathing suit after all," I joked.

I lunged forward but I missed her arm. Instead, my hand caught the leg of her shorts. It wasn't my intention to try to undress her, but when she let herself fall backwards to escape me, her shorts were pulled down over her hips. I let go immediately.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ."

Ulrika pulled up her shorts and looked down timidly.

"You're . . . nice. If we . . . I mean, I've got to dry my clothes before I go home.' She bit her lip.

"If we take off our clothes then . . . you won't rape me or anything, will you?

I was shocked at first that she even could think that I would rape her, but then I thought about what her parents might have told her about men.

"No, of course not. I'll even take a walk while you dry your clothes, if you don't want me to see you nude."

Ulrika stared at her own hand, moving in the water.

"You're so nice. Not like . . ." She took a deep breath. "We were on a school trip in the spring. For once, my teacher had managed to convince my parents that I had to go along. Gunilla had fixed me up with one of the boys from my class and . . . When we were alone, he was suddenly all over me, kissing and all and I got so scared. I mean, he . . . I didn't want it that way. You know, he was so fast and . . . I panicked and ran. You're so . . . considerate."

I thought about it for a second.

"You were with him, because you wanted to, you know, be with him, right. I mean, he though you wanted it, didn't he?" I asked.

"Yes, but . . . He was all over me right away."

"If you hadn't told me about your parents and all, I might have thought as he did and thought that you wanted me to pull your shorts off just now. I mean, I only stopped because you had told me how . . . you were brought up," I said.

"But he knew too and he wasn't gentle at all," Ulrika protested.

"I don't know, maybe he didn't think the same way I do. He knew you and didn't think much about it. Perhaps Gunilla had told him that you wanted to. It's so easy to misunderstand each other."

"Gunilla would never! Why do you defend him?"

"I'm not defending him. I'm just trying to explain why it happened. Don't get upset, I just want you to understand that sometimes your body say something different than your mouth and a boy may interpret what your body say and thinks that's what you really mean. Get it?" I said.

Ulrika continues to stare at her hand in the water.

"When you came back today and kind of, you know, acted like you did, I was sure you wanted to, you know, do something. When you told me about yourself, I thought that maybe you didn't really know what you wanted. We talked about, you know, rape and young people in school and, you know, it's often because the girl acts like she wants to and then when she says no, the boy is kind of not thinking straight any more. We boys have to learn that a girl can regret, but girls also have to learn how their body language works on boys and not act like they want to do something they don't want to when it comes down to it."

"But I do want to . . ." Ulrika whispered. "I just don't . . ."

She stopped in the middle of the sentence. The drops that formed on her cheeks were not water from the pool.

"Please, don't cry. It's ok," I said.

I put my arm around her shoulder and helped her out of the water. We sat down and she buried her face in my neck. It was difficult for me to imagine how her life was, but I felt really sorry for her.

It took her a while to calm down again. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I was very pleased that I'd taken off my boots before I ended up in the pool. It would take some time to dry them out, had they been soaked. Ulrika was wearing sandals and they would dry quickly in the sun.

Finally, Ulrika raised her hand.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"It's ok."

She dried her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to smile.

"I better get out of this and hang it up to dry."

She tried to sound determined as she said it, but didn't really succeed.

"Tell you what; I'll turn my back and you can take it off and slip into the water. Then we can swim a little and see how you feel about it, OK?"

She hesitated but then she nodded. I turned around. I could hear her pull the wet clothes off and then step into the water.

"You . . . you can turn around now."

Her voice was a little insecure. I turned and looked at her. The reflections in the water made it impossible for me to see anything but her head. Suddenly I felt a little timid, taking my clothes off. Not that there was so much to taken off. It was ridiculous. Several girls had seen me naked and I couldn't really understand why Ulrika made me feel this way. I still don't understand it.

I quickly got over my shyness and peeled off my wet shorts and underwear. Ulrika tried to look the other way, but her curiosity got the better of her and I could see her peeking at me from the corner of her eye. I slipped into the water but kept a few feet distance between us. The reflections till prevented me from seeing the part of her that was under the water.

Ulrika giggled shyly.

"It's a lot better without clothes on, isn't it?" I asked.

She replied by splashing water at me. Once again we engaged in a water fight. I didn't try to move closer or grab her, but left the initiative to her. As I expected, she soon began to move closer to me and try to grab my hands. I let her get hold of my left hand and kept splashing water on her with my right.

Ulrika's tits were quite big and literally the most prominent part of her. She tried to get hold of my right hand too and in doing so, she ended up brushing her breasts against my chest. She gasped and froze for a second. Then she looked tentatively at me. I just smiled.

She intensified her efforts to catch my right hand. Our bodies rubbed against one another. The effect on me was predictable and my cock brushed against her several time without her noticing. It wasn't until she tried to catch my hand under the water and grabbed my cock instead that she realised what it was. She let go of it as if she had been burned. Her face turned crimson.

"S-sorry," she stuttered.

"Don't be sorry all the time. It's ok," I said.

The fighting stopped. Ulrika was still holding my left hand and maybe I pulled her a little closer. She didn't resist if I did, but came closer until we were as close as we could get.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

She nodded. Our lips meet, lightly at first, but the second time, I let my lips linger at hers and opened them a little. The tip of my tongue darted cautiously between her lips and she got the message. Little by little, she opened her mouth and our tongues began to play.

We broke the kiss and looked at each other. This kiss was unlike any kiss I had ever experienced before. I can't tell you why, but I was panting and excited the same way that Ulrika was.

She let go of my hands and put her arms around my neck. We kissed deeply and now that my hands were free, I began to caress her back. I must admit that in the heat of it all, I forgot myself a little and caressed her buttocks. She stiffened for a second but relaxed before I could move my hands away from her cheeks.

We could both touch bottom but I was a little taller than Ulrika was and she was only just her head above water. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up a little. By reflex, she wrapped her legs around me. My cock was caught between us and as far as I could sense, it was pressed against her pussy. I was pretty sure, actually, because she let out a gasp and pressed herself harder against me.

Ulrika began to rock slowly back and forth. Just a fraction of an inch each way, more like she was pressing herself against my cock rhythmically. She was breathing heavily through her nose. I broke the kiss and looked deep into her blue eyes.

"How about getting up on dry land? We can lie in my tent. My sleeping bag is soft and I've put a layer of leaves and moss under it," I asked.

Ulrika just nodded but she didn't let go of me. I carried her through the water, but when we reached the brink, I had to let go of her. I didn't dare carry her over the sometimes slippery rocks. Reluctantly she let go of me too and put down her feet.

Her eyes dropped immediately, not so much because she was shy but to look at the thing she had rubbed against. Not that I was less curious. I couldn't help looking at her big tits. We stood there for a second, staring at each other before I took her hand and led her up to the tent. We didn't bother with a towel or anything. It was very warm now and I for one was very hot. I lay down on the sleeping bag and pulled Ulrika down next to me. Suddenly, she was stiff as a board.

"Don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you."

I brushed a hair away from her face and smiled reassuringly at her. She tried to relax, I could see that, but it was difficult.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered.

"Just do whatever you want."

She was lying flat on her back.

"I think I want to kiss you again," Ulrika giggled.

"It's easier if I kiss you," I joked, trying to make the situation more relaxed for both of us.

I leaned over her, putting my hand on her soft tummy. We kissed for a long time and my hand slowly moved up to her right breast. It was more than a handful, very soft and smooth. She tensed a little, but didn't break the kiss. I just held her breast until she relaxed again. Then I broke the kiss and looked at her.

She had closed her eyes and was panting.

"Are you scared," I asked.

"A little."

"I promise I'm not going to rape you or force myself upon you. You can stop me any time, if I do something that you don't like. Just relax and enjoy it."

I looked down over her body. Her breasts were pale and I could see the blue veins. The pink area around the nipples was very big. Her tummy looked like it was lined with silk. Farther down, her mound showed prominently, covered with reddish hairs. Her legs were pressed tight together and she was very tense.

"Relax," I whispered.

Ulrika tried to take a deep breath but it didn't help much. I pulled her closer to me and kiss her brow. I brushed my finger very gently over her nipple, making her gasp. She squirmed, pressing her thighs tighter together as I continue to caress her nipple.

"Relax," I whispered again.

She tried to get her breathing under control. A quote from the bible came to me: "The lamb and the lion shall lie down together" or something like that. Well, if this was anything like that, the lamb wasn't going to get much sleep. Maybe I should stop here, maybe I should give her more time, but even though I tried to be mature and considerate, the situation did affect me and my way of thinking, too.

I let go of her breast and moved my hand down to her tummy, moving my hand around in small circles. Slowly, I moved lower and lower until I felt her silky hairs. I let my hand linger for a second before I moved it down to her thigh.

Ulrika was breathing in short gasps, her mouth wide open and her eyes closed. Every time my hand brushed over her mound she squirmed a little but she didn't try to stop me. I assumed that she liked it. This was what she wanted.

I began to concentrate on her mound. My fingers playing with the silky hairs, touching the top of her succulent lips. She kept the thighs tight together and left me no room to venture farther down. I was whispering to her to relax and enjoy, but it had no effect whatsoever. She was tense and anxiously, her mind refusing to let go.

I leaned over her and kissed her nipple. A whimper escaped her and she raised her hips, pressing against my finger. "Finally", I thought to myself and sucked her nipple into my mouth. At the same time, I tried to push my finger down between her thighs, pressing it against the top of her lips.

Ulrika spread her legs a little bit and my finger slipped into the hot wetness of her pussy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stay still and quiet any longer. Whimpering and shuddering, she began to spread her legs more, grinding herself against my finger. Her hands grabbed the sleeping bag and she crammed it in her fist as if she was afraid to fall off.

I don't think I'd ever experienced anything erotic that was as arousing as the sight and sound of Ulrika. On a conscious level, she knew what was happening, but the strong emotions she was experiencing physically were new to her and probably scared her. Yet, she couldn't fight them, no matter how hard she tried.

Her body was defying her mind and she was overpowered by something she hadn't tried before.

Her orgasm tore away the last piece of control. Her hips bucked and she pressed her thighs tightly together, trapping my hand between them. It sounded almost like she was drowning and could only get her head over water for a few seconds, before she went down again. It was so erotic and so very beautiful.

She fell back on the sleeping bag, limp and finally relaxed. I pulled her close to me, cuddling her while she calmed down. She turned to her side and put her arms around me and nestled her head in my neck. When I think back, I still wonder how I could be so relaxed after such a strong, sexually arousing experience. But I just wanted to hold her.

We feel asleep in each other's arms. I don't know what time it was when we dose off, but Ulrika woke with a start and sat up, confused and scared.

"Where . . . what time is it?"

I looked at my watch. I was please to see that it had survived that bath earlier.

"It's two o'clock," I replied.

Ulrika relaxed a little and lay back. Then it was as if she suddenly realised that she was naked and panicked again. She tried to cover herself with her hands. She looked at me and saw that I was naked too. It took a few seconds for her confusion to wear off.

"Don't be scared," I said, trying to comfort her. "It's ok."

Ulrika blushed all the way down to her tits. I think she was remembering what happened before we fell asleep. I remembered too and my cock reacted immediately. I was lying on my back and it stood up like a flagpole. Ulrika stared at it.

I took her hand that was still covering her crotch and gently guided it towards my cock. Reluctantly, she touched the skin with the tip of her index finger. The light touch made my cock jerk and she pulled back her hand as if she had been burned.

"It's okay," I said.

Tentatively, she touched it again, this time brushing her finger along the shaft. It jerked again, but this time it made her giggle. One part of me wanted her to grab it and make me come, but watching her innocent tentative exploration was actually much more fascinating.

I let her explore at her own pace. Her fingertip traced every part of my cock and balls and her nervous giggle was soon replaced by intense concentration. Finally, she put her hand around the shaft and looked up at me, questioningly.

"Move it up and down," I guided her.

She did, but her grip was too loose.

"Hold it tighter."

She tightened her grip a little and slowly pulled down the foreskin. Again, she looked up at me to see if I approved. Oh boy, did I ever?

"That's right. Move it up and down. A little tighter . . . that's it, faster."

Ulrika followed my directions with great care and it felt unbearably good. Being alone in the deep forests for three weeks was probably making it even better. Ulrika raised herself, resting on her elbow to get a better view. Her hand instinctively moved up and down faster and faster.

I stared at her hand and then her jiggling tits. Getting jerked off by a girl would normally be second or third, but this was unlike anything I'd felt and seen before. I wanted it to last and I held back but, to no avail. I was overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of her hand and began to send jets of cum up in the air. Ulrika stopped and stared.

"Don't stop," I managed to gasp.

Ulrika resumed her pumping and several jets of cum splashed up on the roof of the tent and over my stomach before I was drained. I put my hand on Ulrika's wrist to stop her.

"God, that was so good," I gasped.

Ulrika smiled and looked very happy, almost proud.

"Was that . . . you know the stuff that can make me pregnant?" she asked.

"Yes, but don't worry. It has to get inside you for you to get pregnant."

"I'm not that ignorant," she replied. "My parents couldn't prevent me from participating in the sexual education classes."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound patronising,"

I got up on my elbows and looked around. Ulrika began to giggle.

"What a mess," she giggled.

She was right. There was cum on my stomach, on the tent and on the sleeping bag. There was even a glob in her hair. I took a bit of toilet paper from the roll I had brought with me and began to clean myself. Ulrika took some paper too and began to clean the tent.

The temperature in the tent was high and we were sweaty.

"How about another swim, Ulrika?"

"What time is it?"

"It's half past two, almost. How do you know what time it is, when I'm not around?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess I can feel it. You make me loose track of time," she said and blushed.

"Well, shall we?"

"Okay. There'll be time enough for my hair to dry."

We stayed in the water for a long time, playing and teasing each other. Out lips were blue and we were shivering from cold but we didn't notice until we finally had to get out. I put the sleeping bag and a towel out in the sun and we cuddled and caressed until Ulrika's hair was dry and she had to go home.

"Will . . . will you still be here tomorrow?" Ulrika asked.

"I will. I can stay one more day, but then I have to head for home. I have a train ticket and I have to be on the train the day after tomorrow at the latest. I think I can make it, if I leave early."

Ulrika suddenly looked sad. I kissed her brow.

"Don't be sad. Tomorrow hasn't even started yet," I said.

Ulrika tried to smile.

"I'll be here early," she said and disappeared between the trees.

 

I felt happy and sad at the same time. Ulrika was so sweet and I couldn't wait till the morning, but as much as I wanted the time to pass quickly, I also felt a surge in my stomach, thinking about my departure. I didn't want to go back but I had to. Lying in my sleeping bag, I hardly heard the sounds from the forest. I kept thinking of Ulrika.

I think I had a lot of lovely dreams that night. Pity I can't remember them. The last one was about her, sitting outside my tent, looking in at me through the mosquito net. I opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't a dream; she was there, smiling timidly at me.

"Good morning," she said.

"Eh, good morning."

I woke surprisingly fast, compared to how long I usually took to get ready to leave the sac. I crawled out of the tent.

"I just need to go brush my teeth and go behind the bushes, you know. Join me in the water?" I asked.

"Yes," Ulrika exclaimed excited.

Then she blushed shyly when she realised how obvious her excitement was. After I had brushed my teeth and returned from the bushes, she was still fully dressed. We had done it all just yesterday, but it was as if the same barriers had to be broken down one more time. I didn't say anything, just peeled off my underwear. Ulrika timidly turned her back to me and began taking her clothes off.

I slipped into the water and pretended to look the other way, secretly peeking at her while she undressed. She was beautiful, so beautiful. It didn't take her long to take her clothes off. Anxiously, she looked over her shoulder to see if I was looking at her. I don't think she noticed. She turned and quickly submerged her body in the water.

We played in the water until Ulrika's shyness had worn off. She was relaxed and excited when we got out of the water. I'd spread out my sleeping bag on a mossy patch, unzipping it completely and unfolding it like a blanket. It was nice and soft to lie on and our freedom of movement wasn't restricted like it was in the small tent.

Ulrika didn't try to cover herself but still she seemed anxious and tense as we lay down on the blanket.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm still not going to abuse you," I said, playfully.

"I know, but . . . I want to . . ."

She hesitated and bit her lip. It was apparently very hard for her to say what she wanted to say. She took a deep breath.

"I want to make love to you. I want to have you inside me."

She said it very rapidly and looked me straight in the eyes, blushing but determined. It caught me by surprise in more than one way.

"I . . . Are you sure it's a good idea. I mean, I haven't brought any protection with me and I don't think your parents would be very happy, if you got pregnant. Actually, I think it's the worst thing that can happen." I said.

"No. I mean yes, it would be terrible but . . . when Gunilla planned this meeting with the guy, she . . . gave me some condoms. I kept them in a safe place and . . ."

She reached over for her clothes and shuffled around in the pile until she found what she was looking for: three condoms. She bit her poor lip again as she handed them to me. Her hand was shaking. Doing this had probably cost her a lot of worries and taken all her courage. I took her hand and folded it around the condoms.

"Ulrika, Are you sure? I mean, in your circles I assume that a girl is supposed to protect her virginity until she is married."

"My maidenhead is already gone. I slipped once, when I was mounting a horse and landed on a fence. It hurt a lot and there was some blood, so mom decided to call the doctor. He examined me, you know down there, and told mom that I was fine but I was no longer a virgin. Mom was really upset about it. I didn't really understand why back then, but I think mom got so upset because the doctor said that it would save me some pain later. She almost threw him out."

Ulrika giggled as she said the part about her mom. Then she got serious again.

"Can we do it?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "I'd love to do it."

I pulled her close and kiss her, but she broke the kiss quickly.

"You'll have to put one on," she said.

"I will. Just take it easy and let us touch each other a little first. If I just enter you now, you . . . it might not feel good. I mean, I want you to be, you know part of it, too."

It sounded awfully clumsy, but I didn't know how to put it. I still wasn't sure how much she really knew about sex. It didn't sound like her sex-ed had included foreplay.

Ulrika relaxed as much as one can when you're about to make love for the first time. She was more relaxed than yesterday and she enjoyed my touches visibly. Her hips rotated when I began to caress her crotch and she moaned and whimpered quite loudly, compared to yesterday. After a while, she began to touch me, too.

We kissed; tenderly with out tongues playing at first, then gradually the kiss became craving and out tongues explored deep in each other's mouths. Ulrika was surprising active, her hands all over me. It made it much more exciting to me, both because I like the girl to be active and because it made me sure she wanted this as much as I did. Maybe more.

When I pulled away to put the condom on, Ulrika moaned disappointed. God, I hated condoms. I usually didn't have to use them much. Most of the girls I'd been with were on the pill. I didn't want to put the condom on as soon as I got naked because I wanted "real" feeling of skin on skin. Putting it on, just before it was needed meant that we had to stop caressing while I put it on. It was a no win situation, but unfortunately necessary.

Ulrika watched my every move as I put on the condom. That didn't make it easier, but I managed to get it on without tearing it. I motioned her to spread her legs more before I placed myself between them and rubbed my cock up and down through her slit a couple of times to make the condom slippery.

I position the head in the right spot and looked her deep in the eyes.

"Are you ready?" I whispered.

She looked at me with her big, blue eyes wide open.

"Yes."

Very cautiously, I began to sink into her. Ulrika anxiously held her breath and put her hands on my stomach as if she was afraid I would do it too fast. Slowly and steadily, I sank in deeper and deeper. Ulrika gasped and looked down.

"It's . . . it feels so . . ." she gasped.

I paused and waited for her to finish the sentence, in case she felt uncomfortable. She obviously didn't. Her hands, which had been holding me back, gripped my sides and pulled me closer. In one last push I entered her fully. Just as I did, she exhaled and it sounded like it had knocked the air out of her. In a way I probably did.

This was not even close to be the first time I had sex with a girl, but I had the same, anxious and excited feeling as I did the first time. This feeling of crossing a border, trying something new, something unknown. Ulrika made me feel this way. Her surprised gasp when I entered her, the blurred, excited look in her eyes as we began to move together. It all made me feel like this was my first time, too.

Time stood still, but we moved on, working each other up higher and higher. She had closed her eyes and she moved her hips instinctively, meeting my body. Her orgasm was quiet. She tensed arching her back, stretched her legs and whimpered quietly. It looked very intense. Her clit was squeezed between us again and pushed her over the top. I wanted to come with her and lunged harder and faster into her.

She pulled up her legs again and crossed them behind my back, spurring me. It became a short, rough ride towards my climax. I was still resting on my hands, hovering over her and watching her breast bounce with every thrust. It felt wonderful, despite the condom.

When I came, my arms were already trembling and they could no longer hold me. I covered her sweating body with mine and we kissed deeply, trying to catch our breath at the same time. Breathing through our noses, we must have sounded like steam engines on overdrive.

We stayed like that until I could feel my cock shrink and I had to pull out. We were both very warm and sticky. We took a swim again, but this time we didn't play and tease each other. Our touching was tenderly and loving.

When we got back up and I looked at my clock, it was only nine in the morning. I didn't know exactly how long it was since Ulrika woke me, but I had a feeling that it was a couple of hours.

"You're really up bright and early," I said, showing her my watch.

"Uhhuh. You said you would be leaving tomorrow," Ulrika said.

A flash of sadness passed her face.

"Yeah, I have to. My train ticket."

After a moments silence, I said:

"We'll have all day to enjoy ourselves. What should we do?"

"Everything!" she answered eagerly.

I think it came out differently from what she'd planned. She blushed and looked down after she'd said it. I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help smiling a little.

"I mean, I might never see you again," she whispered.

I could see how the tears were filling her eyes. I felt a knot form in my stomach. She was right and I felt the same. I wanted to stay with her, but I know it wasn't possible.

"Come now. You don't want to spend the day crying, do you? Let's make the best of it."

"Yes," Ulrika sniffled.

She didn't sound as convincing as she wanted to. It was hard to shake off and I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. We stood like that a couple of minutes.

"Feeling better?" I asked when she looked up at me.

"Yes."

It was already hot. The forest preserved the heat. You could really feel it at night and it also meant that it became hot very quickly in the morning. We decided to take a walk. Ulrika knew an open spot higher up, where the air would be cooler and there also were some nice views of the landscape. We walked and talked for a couple of hours. We didn't talk about anything in particular. When we got back, it was time to get something to eat and after lunch we dosed off for an hour or so in the shade. All this was a part of "everything".

Of course, "everything" also included using another condom. We had taken another bath, when we woke up hot and sweating. Afterwards, we lay down naked on the sleeping back and enjoyed each other. Ulrika was very active now, almost frantic and I had to slow her down and get her to prolong it and enjoy it.

She wanted to try everything and we tried to do it like the animals on the farm, with her on all fours and me entering her from behind. She felt I was too far away in this position, so we tried with her on top of me. That was much better. She could see and feel me and I her.

We made love for almost two hours. We were both very satisfied and very exhausted after that. Ulrika stayed as long as she could, but eventually the time came when she had to go. She cried. I guess I cried a little too, but I don't think she saw it. Even now, I don't want to think about it. It hurt. I gave her my phone number and address. When she moved to Gothenburg, she could call me. For me to call her was out of the question.

I didn't sleep very well that night. I woke several times to look at my watch. I had to get an early start to be sure to make it and I was afraid that I would sleep too long. Around six, I woke again. I wasn't really awake when I looked at my watch. I could hear something moving around outside. It could be anything from a mouse to a moose. A moose could be very quiet until it had to move fast. Then it sounded and felt like an earthquake.

I was still half asleep when I suddenly heard the zipper in the tent door unzip. I stared at the tent door, confused and I guess with a bit of fright. I mean, I had just woken and I surely wasn't expecting anybody. How stupid can one be?

In the early morning light, I saw Ulrika kneeling in front of me, pulling the tent door aside. She was naked and looked nervously at me. I must have looked frightened or something.

"I'm . . . I'm sorry. I just had to . . .," she said.

"Oh . . . I mean, come on in."

Christ, what a stupid thing to say. It didn't matter, though. I don't think either of us paid any attention to what was said. I tried to unzip the sleeping bag, but the zipper got stuck. Ulrika had to help me. Giggling, we got it opened and she snuggled up close to me, as close as she could get.

Her skin felt cool. Smooth and cool. We didn't say anything for a long time.

"I just wanted to see you one more time. Are you mad at me? Do you have to leave right now?"

"Of course I'm not mad at you. I dreamt about you and you where there. What time is it?"

"Five, half past five I think"

"Won't your parents be suspicious when you're up that early?" I asked.

The last thing I wanted was her angry father finding us together.

"No. I sometimes do that," she said.

Silence again, for a while.

"When do you have to leave?"

"I better get started packing around seven. I have a long walk ahead of me. Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get a ride if I find a road with some traffic. But around seven. Half past seven at the latest," I said.

I was surprised to see Ulrika smile happily. She saw my puzzled gaze.

"I wanted to get up at 4, but I overslept and I was afraid you would be gone or have to go at six," she explained.

"I would have stayed, even if it meant that I'd had to run all the way to catch the train."

The rest was predictable. We kissed and caressed each other, getting more and more excited. The first time we had done it in the tent, we had been much more quite and only moved very little. This time, we kept bumping into the sides of the tent and that made it funnier. We laughed at lot. I guess it was a way of keeping away the thought of the inevitable goodbye.

We still had the last condom.

"Do you want to try putting it on?" I asked.

"I've never tried it. What if I ruin it?"

"I'll tell you how," I reassured her.

Giggling, she put it on and lay down next to me with her legs spread, waiting for me to get on top. Instead, I made her lift her left leg and moved up close to her from the side. I could caress her and kiss her while we made love and it felt closer this way.

It was so intense. I'd never experienced anything as intense before or after. It was the last chance we had to make love and it just had to be good. It was good. Not the orgasm, not because we did anything special but because it was us, out there in the forest. Because it was what we both wanted and because we both knew it would be something we were going to remember always.

When she came, she put her hand over mine, pressing it hard against her clit. She kept whimpering and pushed up hard against me. It was intense, that's the only way I can describe it. I looked at her face. She was crying. Crying in the middle of her orgasm. I was about to come, but seeing her cry distracted me. For a second, I was afraid I was hurting her. My fingers were squeezing her clit hard and I was going really hard and deep into her, hitting her cervix. I slowed down a little. Ulrika reacted immediately.

"Nooo, come on," she cried.

I did and the disruption increased my stamina. I continued for longer than I had ever dreamed I would be able to. I wanted it to last. It felt so good but not just physically. There was a bond between us and, making love tied us together closer than anything else.

It was wonderful while it, or rather I, lasted, but it had to end. We lay close together, panting and sweating. Ulrika hid her head in my neck. I couldn't' tell if she was crying still or just panting. When she looked up at me again, she was smiling.

We didn't really talk very much. We took a swim and she helped me pack. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye. She followed me the first part of the way through the woods to the road to town, but then we couldn't postpone it any longer. It was a sad goodbye with a lot of tears. That's not what I want to remember, even though I can't quite forget it.

When I sat in the train, I seriously thought about getting off at the first stop and go back, but it was a long way to the first stop and I had time to think things over. Summer wouldn't last and I couldn't live in the wilderness for a year. It was just not possible.

I hoped to hear from Ulrika again. When the year had passed and school began again, I waited by the phone every day and eagerly opened the mail. But she never phoned or wrote. On the train home, I realised that I only knew her first name. Even if I wanted, there was no way I could find her. At one time, I was considering going back and looking her up, in case she was still living with her parents, but I never had the courage to do it. I still regret it and sometimes, I plan to go back. But it's over twenty years ago now and things will be very different.

But I will never forget her.
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