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Cabin Cousins: Part 2
Cabin Cousins: Part 2
A Quest for family acceptance.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.
Chapter Six.
Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.
"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.
"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.
"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."
"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.
Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.
"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."
Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.
We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.
"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."
"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.
"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.
"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."
She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.
Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.
We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.
Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.
I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.
My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.
Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.
She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.
"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.
"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."
She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."
After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.
Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.
I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.
I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.
Chapter Seven.
She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”
I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.
She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.
I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.
Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.
As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.
She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.
She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."
“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”
“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.
It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.
"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.
"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.
"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.
I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.
"You're not disappointed?" She asked.
I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt
you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
issues."
Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she
kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
slid deep within her silky wetness.
Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The
sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
just a little bit deeper.
Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling
the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.
We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act
of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
long as it took, to completely satisfy her.
She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in
each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
matching my own need for her.
Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing
me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.
We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I
was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
her juices.
I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and
pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
other finally, and completely set loose.
I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed
hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
emptying my balls inside of her.
As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of
her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
and her mouth fell to mine.
We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our
mutual orgasm.
I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more
times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
person was exceedingly more profound.
I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the
sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
sum of their individuality.
We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her
weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
she groaned, her body relaxing further.
After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa
made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
connection, forever.
Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we
looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." She whispered back.
We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s
cheeks.
"I saw it in your eyes." I said.
"When did you first see it?"
"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm
pretty sure I saw it before that."
She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with
her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"
"Know what?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You
never knew?"
I didn't know what to say.
She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a
boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
next door to the one my family took me to."
I snorted a laugh.
"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this
mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our
relationship."
I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,
but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
you like that."
"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times
together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
kissing a boy was gross."
I laughed with her, and kissed her.
She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."
In response, I kissed her deeply.
When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy
germs."
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Eight.
I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it
was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
beautiful.
I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her
back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.
I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,
to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
to wake her.
"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,
barely louder than her light breathing.
My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside
curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.
I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,
and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.
I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular
contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.
I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her
to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.
My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her
shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
were perfect.
My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly
down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.
I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to
a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.
I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the
lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
same.
Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again
felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.
I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.
Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her
breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
you now."
She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and
kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
fully.
She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her
fingertips down to my hands like I had
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Chapter Six.
Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.
"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.
"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.
"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."
"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.
Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.
"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."
Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.
We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.
"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."
"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.
"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.
"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."
She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.
Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.
We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.
Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.
I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.
My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.
Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.
She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.
"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.
"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."
She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."
After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.
Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.
I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.
I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.
Chapter Seven.
She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”
I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.
She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.
I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.
Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.
As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.
She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.
She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."
“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”
“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.
It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.
"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.
"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.
"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.
I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.
"You're not disappointed?" She asked.
I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt
you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
issues."
Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she
kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
slid deep within her silky wetness.
Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The
sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
just a little bit deeper.
Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling
the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.
We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act
of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
long as it took, to completely satisfy her.
She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in
each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
matching my own need for her.
Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing
me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.
We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I
was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
her juices.
I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and
pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
other finally, and completely set loose.
I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed
hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
emptying my balls inside of her.
As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of
her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
and her mouth fell to mine.
We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our
mutual orgasm.
I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more
times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
person was exceedingly more profound.
I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the
sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
sum of their individuality.
We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her
weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
she groaned, her body relaxing further.
After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa
made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
connection, forever.
Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we
looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." She whispered back.
We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s
cheeks.
"I saw it in your eyes." I said.
"When did you first see it?"
"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm
pretty sure I saw it before that."
She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with
her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"
"Know what?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You
never knew?"
I didn't know what to say.
She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a
boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
next door to the one my family took me to."
I snorted a laugh.
"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this
mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our
relationship."
I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,
but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
you like that."
"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times
together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
kissing a boy was gross."
I laughed with her, and kissed her.
She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."
In response, I kissed her deeply.
When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy
germs."
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Eight.
I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it
was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
beautiful.
I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her
back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.
I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,
to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
to wake her.
"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,
barely louder than her light breathing.
My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside
curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.
I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,
and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.
I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular
contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.
I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her
to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.
My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her
shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
were perfect.
My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly
down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.
I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to
a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.
I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the
lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
same.
Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again
felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.
I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.
Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her
breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
you now."
She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and
kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
fully.
She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her
fingertips down to my hands like I had
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