u/opuscule_cat

Once we were dating, Charlotte spent a lot of time at my apartment, because she lived in the freshman girls' dormitory on campus, but I had an apartment on campus. I had my own room, and it was also just nice to have a living room to hang out. My housemates did not care much, because their girlfriends were over a lot too.

I liked to nap on Friday afternoons. It was the only day of the week, that I had the afternoon free, and it was the day after my band would play at a bar, every Thursday night, which always led to a late night. As a science major, I had a lot of lab classes, and my schedule was full the rest of the week. But, Fridays were so nice, with class ending before noon.

Charlotte liked to come join me for my nap, and I liked that too. It was nice to have her snuggle with me, but most times it was more than a nap. There would be some afternoon sex and then a nap. I've always really loved afternoon sex the most. I would rank it, afternoon sex, then morning sex, and lastly night time sex.

So this particular afternoon, I was still awake, having just climbed into bed, when Charlotte let herself into my bedroom. I grinned at her, while slowly stroking my dick. I was already hard in anticipation of her arrival, so I was laying in bed, completely naked under the covers. She saw my obvious hand movement and giggled.

"What are you up to there, Sam?"

"Waiting for you too arrive."

She giggled, as she took off her boots, "It looks like you weren't waiting for me."

"I just started touching it, when I saw you."

Charlotte started moving to get into bed with me, still wearing some black jeans and little black t-shirt that showed off her midsection.

"Stop. You need to strip for me."

Charlotte made an embarrassed giggle and rolled her eyes. She'd been naked with me before, but she was cute, because it always seemed to embarrass her a bit. Charlotte sighed and unzipped her pants, then pushed them down, so she was standing there in some red panties. She started to approach the bed again.

"No, you need to strip for me."

Charlotte turned red so quickly, I always thought that was cute. "Why?"

"So, I can see your hot little naked body."

"Can't I just get naked under the covers?", she asked while taking off her tshirt.

"No, I want you to strip for me."

She reached around back to unclasp her bra, and nervously giggled, "It's weird...you're staring at me."

"That's the whole point. I love watching you get naked."

Charlotte threw aside her bra, then shoved down her panties, so she was totally naked.

"Turn around for me."

She made an embarrassed giggle and then spun around to show me her bare ass too. I started climbing out of bed, with a ridiculous erection.

"What are you doing, Sam?"

I grabbed one of my pillows, and wandered over in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. I dropped the pillow at my feet, with a side view of myself in the mirror. Her face was bright red.

"I want you to get on your knees, on this nice comfy pillow, and suck my cock."

Charlotte made some more embarrassed giggles, "Why not in bed?"

"I want to watch you in the mirror. I want to see you on your knees, and watch in the mirror."

"Oh my god that's embarrassing," but she moved over in front of me, touching my hard dick some, and glancing at herself in the mirror.

We kissed some, while she touched my penis, then I lightly pushed down on her shoulders, and she giggled, as she got on her knees. I saw her glance nervously at herself in the mirror, then burst out with giggles, while touching my dick. She kept cracking up at the situation so much that she could not suck it.

"Suck it."

"I can't. I keep cracking up."

"You're adorable when you're all embarrassed."

"shut up."

"You love it."

I saw the side view of her on her knees, as she took my dick in her mouth.

"Fuck that's hot, Charlotte," watching her move her head with my dick in her mouth. I could see that she was trying to watch herself a little, then pulled her mouth off and stroked it while shaking her head a little.

"So embarrassing."

She sucked it some more, and had to pull her mouth off laughing again.

"What?"

"Every time I glance in the mirror, you're watching me."

"It's hot."

"It's embarrassing," but then she put it back in her mouth, really sucking it.

I whimpered, "Good girl", as she sucked it a little more aggressively. She pulled her mouth of for a break, and glanced up at me.

She burst out giggling, "Everywhere I look, you're staring at me."

"That's because you're beautiful and you look amazing with my cock in your mouth."

Charlotte looked up at me and licked the underside of the head a few times, acting a little bolder. "Good girl...fuck that feels good." She put it back in her mouth, sucking it for a bit, the only sound in the room, some wet noises from her mouth, and my labored breathing.

"Lick my balls."

She burst out laughing with my dick in her mouth, and had to pull it out. "You're so embarrassing."

"Just lick em a little bit."

Charlotte giggled, but then I watched in the mirror, as she leaned in to lick my balls some. I saw that she turned her head a bit, to see it for herself. She did a little bit, but then went back to sucking and stroking my dick. I shut up and let her just do her thing, with my hands on my hips, sort of pushing my dick out towards her, sometimes watching her in the mirror, and sometimes looking down at her.

I finally whimpered out, "I'm gonna cum soon."

She pulled her mouth off, because she did not like cum in her mouth. She was stroking my dick, but I pushed her hand off, so I could stroke it myself. She sat back on her heels, in a more relaxed kneeling position, watching me stroke it in front of her face.

"I want to cum on your face."

Charlotte laughed at that, "What?!"

"I want to cum all over your pretty face."

"Just don't get it in my eyes or my mouth."

"I'll stay away from your eyes, and you can close your mouth."

I stroked it and I noticed she was touching herself with one hand, biting her lips, watching me stroke my cock. I grabbed her hair and moved my dick right up to her face, tilting her head and I blasted cum on her cheek on one side. She whimpered and moaned, as she cum hit her face. Just a little landed on her lower lip, chin, and most of it on one cheek. I rubbed the cum on her cheek a bit, with my hard dick.

There was some cum on my dickhead and I put it near her mouth, "You want to taste it?"

She snickered, but then put it in her mouth, just sucking off the tiny bit of cum. She made a face like she'd just sucked on a lemon, but did not gag, like she had in the past. She was slowly getting over her aversion to cum. I saw her quickly lick the tiny bit off her lower lip and it caused no reaction.

I said, "They say you have to taste something 10-15 times to like it."

Charlotte burst out giggling while wiping the cum off her face with some tissues I handed her. "Oh, that's convenient for you."

"You love sucking cock." I helped her stand up and then we kissed.

We got in my bed, making out, totally naked. I slid down her body to go down on her, licking her slit. She had a nice little bit of manicure dark brown bush and I liked feeling her soft bush, while licking her pussy. I enjoyed licking her like that, but then moved into a 69, rolling her onto my face, with her legs on either side of me.

"What are you doing, Sam?" she giggled. "I already sucked your dick."

"You don't to do anything to my dick, I just love this view." I had her ass and pussy in my face, and I licked her from below. I licked her pussy for a bit, licking and sucking on her clit from below, then I licked her taint and she giggled and squirmed. I dragged my tongue up over her little puckered asshole and she gasped. "Sam?"

I kept lightly licking there. I said, "What?" with my tongue still sticking out of my mouth against her little butthole.

"You licked my butt." She giggled.

I was still licking her butt. "It's pretty."

She giggled, "god, you're so embarrassing," but she made some little moans, as I rimmed her butthole. I returned to her pussy, and she collapsed down on me, grinding her crotch on my face, while I licked her. She was facing the foot of the bed, and she moved her body down mine, "Where are you going, Charlotte?"

She got a condom from a box at the foot of my bed, giggling as she ripped open the wrapper and then rolled it onto my dick. She moved like she was going to ride me in cowgirl, but I said, "No ride it in reverse cowgirl."

Charlotte was very inexperienced, and it seemed like that position had not occurred to her.

"Like this?" She looked over her shoulder, as she sank herself down onto my dick, with her butt facing me.

"Yeah, be careful of my dick though." She slowly bounced up and down like that, and I saw her satisfied face, as she would sink down on it, looking over her shoulder at me sometimes. She propped herself up on her hands, working herself up and down on my dick. I spread her buttcheeks with my hands, causing her to giggle. I gently touched her butthole, putting just a little pressure on it, while she continued grinding herself on my hard cock, which was somewhat strained in this position. She made some horny moans, "mmmm...Sam...fuck..."

"You've got a nice little butt."

That caused her to giggle, while she rode up and down on my dick, and her pussy squeezed my dick with her giggles. I lightly smacked it, as she continued moving herself up and down on it in reverse cowgirl. She had her torso down, resting her weight on her arms, but moving her pelvis up and down on my cock. She moved completely upright, as I started involuntarily thrusting upward and grabbing her hips. "Oh fuck...Sam..."

I made some grunts, as I started cumming inside the condom. She slowly slipped herself off my dick, and I removed the condom, throwing it in the trash. We each went to the bathroom, then came back to bed, to snuggle up for an actual nap.

When we woke up, Charlotte said, “Sam, my parents are coming to visit me for parents’ weekend, are yours coming?” She seemed a bit nervous, as she said it.

“Nah, I’m the youngest child, they’ve done enough parents’ weekends.” 

“So, you could hang out with my parents and me?” 

“Charlotte…” 

“What?” She grinned at me, pleading with me. 

“Like, we haven’t been dating that long. I’ve gotta meet the parents?” We'd really only been dating for a month or so.

“It’s just that it will be sooo boring with just them and me.”

“What are we talking about? Dinner?” 

“Well, yes, I would like for you to come to dinner with us, but also…they want to take me to brunch.” She seemed nervous about the brunch part.

“Why are you being cagey about brunch?” 

“Okay, they want me to go to church with them and then brunch on Sunday.” 

“Hell no. I don’t do Church. I’ll meet up for brunch afterwards.” 

“But, you can’t just go to church with us? It’s like one hour.” 

“It’s not for me. I went every single week, and more, and I’ve seen it, I don’t like it, I don’t have to go anymore. You know, I love my mom and she is super churchy and I don’t even go with her.” 

“You’re just never going to Church ever again?”

“I would go for like a funeral or a wedding. I’m not going just for shits and giggles.”

“You wouldn’t go for me…to impress my parents?” 

I sighed, “Charlotte, seriously…when was the last time you went to Church? This is so phony. I’m pretty sure we were fucking last Sunday morning, not going to church.” 

“Oh, you’re so hardcore. Oh, look how real I am. You’re a fucking little privileged kid acting all punk rock.” 

“Fine, I’m not pretending to be something I don’t believe in. Your parents think you go every week?” 

“It’s just polite. It’s a nice thing to do. Can’t you do something for someone else?” 

I sighed, “Fine, I’ll think about it.” 

She smiled and kissed me, “Thanks, they are really not that bad. It will be so much better with you there.” She was looking at me, “What do you have to wear to meet my parents?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Uh…do you have anything…sort of preppy? Maybe some Khaki pants, a dress shirt, tie, and jacket?” 

“Are you real right now? Do you have anything preppy?” 

“I’ll put on something nice for dinner and brunch.” 

“…and church.” 

“So, do you have anything?” 

“No, I really don’t. You've seen how I dress. I actually thought you liked it.”

“I love your style, it's just for my parents. Maybe we could go buy you something?” 

“You know, Charlotte…I went to private school and I wore a tie and jacket every single day from kindergarten to senior year of high school.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And, I had to wear a damn tie and jacket to Church on Sunday too.” 

“So?” 

“So, I’m never wearing a fucking tie and jacket ever again. Six days a week for most of my life was enough.”

“What about when you get a job after college?” 

“I’m not putting on a dress shirt. I’m not putting on a fucking tie one more time. I will take a job that does not involve that.” I was laying there looking at the ceiling, “It just drove me nuts every single Sunday. I had to get up every single day, early to go to school, get cleaned up, put on an uncomfortable shirt, tie, and jacket, even when it was hot out and our school had no air conditioning. Then, you get two days a week off. Two days out of 7! And you have to put on the stupid dress shirt and tie and waste half the day again. I found Sunday to be the most depressing day for as long as I could remember. Not anymore. It’s a great day. Sunday is a fantastic day now.”

“We can’t just get you some khaki pants and a polo? No tie?” 

“You’re just asking me to be someone I’m not. It’s kind of insulting.” 

“But, everyone tries to impress their girlfriend or boyfriend’s parents. It’s polite.” 

I went shopping with Charlotte for some dorky clothes for me to wear to meet her parents. She picked out some khaki pants and polo shirts. “See Sam, no tie. Isn’t it comfortable?” 

“I hate it so much Charlotte. Like, I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s skin right now, but I can do it for you.” 

“You’re so dramatic, Sam.” 

I was drinking some beers with my friends that night, and I got an impish idea. I died my hair green. When it came time to meet Charlotte’s parents, I got dressed in the khakis and the polo shirt. She came to get me at my apartment. 

“For fucks sake, Sam. Do you think this is funny?” 

“A little.” 

“You’re so fucking immature.” 

“I’m immature? It’s immature to care so much about what your parents think about how you dress, when you’re an actual adult.” 

“You couldn’t just look like a normal person for a couple of hours to make my parents happy.”

“You know, my mom is super conservative and she could not stand how I dress or how Deirdre dressed and my mom had to just suck it up and get used to it.” 

“Oh fucking Deirdre! Here we go. Deirdre was so cool. You know, she’s probably fucking some guy as we speak. No, that probably wouldn’t bother you as much as her loving some guy. Right now, she’s looking in some guy’s eyes, saying she loves him and she’s not even thinking about you a little bit. You know what, let’s just break up already.”

I started crying a little at that. 

“What are you crying about Sam?” 

“That was really mean, what you just said. It’s probably true.” 

“Which part?” 

“You know how to hurt me. It was Deirdre saying she loved some guy.”

“Do you know how fucked that is, Sam? I’m your actual girlfriend. I just broke up with you. You’re not crying about that. You’re crying that your ex girlfriend, who you have not seen in person in more than a year, might actually love someone other than you. She’s probably in love with someone else.” 

I pulled off the polo shirt and took off the khaki pants, “Here they are if you want to return them, then.” 

“Fuck you!” Charlotte stormed out of my apartment, shouting, “Asshole!”, and I slowly walked out to the living room, where my housemate, Jason, was hanging out with his girlfriend, Jodi. I sat down on the couch in just my boxers, “I guess I kind of deserved that.” 

We were at band practice, practicing TSOL, “Superficial Love”, trying to get some slightly faster harder stuff in our playlist. Our bass player, Matt, said, “None of the girls are going to like this.” 

I replied, “That’s not true. Besides, do we only perform to attract the ladies?” 

“Is that a rhetorical question? We sure aren’t doing it for the money.” 

Right around then, Jodi and Charlotte showed up, and they had some subs they bought us for lunch. 

I said, “Hey, girls, we need you to settle something. Come on guys let’s do it again.” We played it again and those two jumped and kind of slam danced around. When we finished I said, “See some girls like it.” 

“These two girls aren’t normal though.” 

Jodi laughed, “Thank you.” 

Charlotte said, “That sounded great.” 

Matt said, “Well, not to mention, Chuck, the owner of the bar we’re playing this week, was so pissed the last time, we played a song with the word ‘fuck’ in it.” 

We put down our instruments to eat a little lunch, and I came over to greet Charlotte with a hug and a kiss, “Thanks for bringing these sandwiches. I didn’t expect that.” 

“Jodi said you guys sometimes forget to eat lunch when you are practicing, so we decided to get you some.”

“Well, you guys are awesome girlfriends.”

“Oh yeah, I’m your girlfriend?” 

“It sure seems like it.” 

“It does.” 

I pulled her away from the rest of the band, and into the kitchen, talking quietly, “Hey…um, you know that the day you met me, my ex and I just broke contact with each other.” 

“Yeah, I know. You were very upset about it.” 

“Okay, so I just don’t know that I’m ready for any kind of serious relationship.” 

Charlotte smirked, “You think that because you were the first guy who fucked me, I want to marry you now?” 

I awkwardly said, “I don’t know, maybe not marry, but I was worried…” 

She cut me off, laughing, “You think you’re that good?” 

I gave her a shocked, open mouthed expression, then stammered, “Well…you seemed to enjoy it…” 

Charlotte was laughing, “I’m just kidding. It was great, but I had to knock your ego down a peg or two. So, what do you think it means to call me your girlfriend, then?” 

“Uh…that we are exclusive with each other.” 

“That sounds good. So, what would you call a serious relationship?”  

“I’m just saying, I have a specific hang up with the L word. Maybe I’m crazy or something, but I just have not been able to say it…since Deirdre. I’m just warning you, because it has caused problems before.” 

“It’s just a word. As long as you treat me right, I don’t care about a word.” 

I was grinning, looking at Charlotte, as she was wearing this little black short skirt, a cropped black t-shirt, some black leather boots that came above her ankles and some black socks. “I love it when you wear this outfit.” 

She looked around bashfully, “It’s just kind of comfortable.” 

“It’s hot though.” 

I had my hands on her hips, looking down her body, and I could feel her underwear a little through the thin t-shirt material of this short skit. My hands wandered to her ass a little, feeling the outline of her panties through the skirt. We kissed some. 

One of my bandmates yelled, “Sam, eat lunch, so we can get back to practice!”

I hugged her in tight and whispered in her ear, “I wish we were back in my bed, instead.” 

She blushed a little, “I wished you were there this morning…” 

“Oh yeah? Were you horny this morning?” 

Charlotte giggled and looked away from me, “Maybe a little.” 

“Did you touch yourself in my bed?” 

She was bright red and looking away from me, hiding her face. 

“It’s okay. It seems like you did.” 

She just giggled. 

Charlotte and I went giggling into a bathroom, in this house that some of my bandmates rented. We started aggressively making out with each other. One of my hands wandered up to touch one of her tits through her little top, then down over her ass, pulling up on her short, loose skirt, so I could grab handful of her ass. My dick was hard and I humped it against her. I moved my hand to the front, rubbing my fingers over her pussy, through her panties. I could feel the outline of her labia through her black panties and she made a small whimper, as I touched her. I slid my hand into her underwear and down through her little bit of bush, finding her warm, wet pussy. 

Her hand moved between us and she was gently squeezing and rubbing my hard dick through my pants. She stopped kissing me, and was fiddling with my fly, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then shoving them down. She looked at me, nervously, as she exposed my hard cock, and stroked it. She looked down at it, then glanced at me, looking a little embarrassed. “You want to put it in your mouth?” I rubbed my thumb over her full lower lip. 

Charlotte made an embarrassed laugh that was just like a little air out of her nose. She very quietly whispered, “Yeah.” She made some nervous giggles, as she sank down to her knees. Charlotte seemed to be trying to hide her face carefully while she put just the head of my dick in her mouth, sucking me, but not going very deep. 

“Charlotte…” 

She pulled her mouth off, stroking it, not looking up at me, “What?” 

“I want to see your beautiful face while you suck my dick.” 

She made a very embarrassed giggle. She was stroking my dick, still not looking up at me. It was back in her mouth for a second, but she did not look at me. 

“I want to see you do it.” 

There was another nervous laugh, then she looked up at me finally, her face bright red, her eyes worried. She put the head of my dick in her mouth, and I enjoyed watching it go in between her nice lips. She immediately looked down again, so I only saw it briefly. My dick was out of her mouth again, and she was stroking it. She made some more nervous giggles, a little shocked with herself, that she had done that. 

“Let me see your face.” I gently touched her chin, to try to get her to look up.

She looked up at me, while just stroking my dick, biting her lower lip a little. 

“I want to see it go in your beautiful mouth, again.” 

She looked away bashfully, and snickered some, then gave me a worried expression, as she put it in her mouth again. I was looking down to see just the head of my dick in between her lips, her mouth stretched open, as she moved her head on my dick. She pulled her mouth off and looked away again. 

“I want to see you lick it.” 

That cause her to burst into nervous giggles, while she stroked my dick. 

“Can you do that for me? I want to see you lick it.” 

Charlotte looked up at me with her big brown, worried eyes, then she leaned in and licked the head, then quickly looked down again. I felt her lick it again, but she was hiding her face. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re a good little cocksucker.” 

Charlotte giggled at that. 

“How deep do you think you can go?” 

That made her laugh out loud. She quietly whispered, “I don’t know. Not very.” 

“Why don’t you show me?” 

She looked up at me again, with her worried expression, then put it in her mouth, going deeper than she had before, still not that deep. She went past the head and onto the shaft some, then pulled her mouth off, gagging slightly. She laughed, embarrassed that she had gagged. 

“That was pretty good.” 

She held her fingers at the point, where her lips stopped. “I made it this far.” She wagged my dick around some. She seemed to shrug and gather some courage, then tried again, going just a little further, pulling her mouth off, gagging slightly and then laughing. 

“Good girl.” 

She looked up at me with a glimmer in her eyes, at that. She bobbed her head on my dick, going about as deep as that each time, until it made her gag slightly again. 

“Very good girl.” 

She giggled, “I gag when I brush my tongue with my toothbrush,” and she giggled. 

She used her hand and her mouth on my dick, looking up at me briefly, without me asking her to, “You like sucking my cock?” 

Charlotte made an embarrassed laugh through her nose. “You’re so embarrassing…” 

 “Do you like it? Look at me.” 

She looked up at me nervously, and said, “Yeah…” She stroked it, then it was back in her mouth. 

“You don’t like cum in your mouth though, do you?” 

Charlotte giggled a little, “No…I’m scared…” 

“I won’t cum in your mouth, then.” 

She giggled a bit, and sucked my dick some more, while not looking at me.  

“I’ll cum on your tits instead.” 

That caused her to give a nervous snort laughing, while she looked away from me, and stroked my dick. “You’re so embarrassing, Sam.” 

“Take off your shirt.” 

She snickered a bit, but pulled off her t-shirt. She looked up at me nervously. 

“You should take off that cute black bra, if you don’t want cum on it.” 

Charlotte sighed, and reached back to unclasp her bra, then revealed her little tits to me. I reached down to touch one, while she still stroked my dick. “You have such nice little tits.” 

That cause another embarrassed laugh. 

I leaned back, “I want you to suck it. I’ll warn you when I’m gonna cum. Then, I’m gonna cum all over those little tits.”

Charlotte laughed and shook her head, “So embarrassing….” 

“I bet your pussy is soaked right now.” 

“Sam?!” 

“You love sucking it. You act shy, but you love it.” 

“Shut up.” She put it back in her mouth, sucking it more aggressively than she had before. 

“Look at me.” 

Charlotte stopped and licked her lips, shook her head and put it back in her mouth. “Good girl.” That caused her to laugh, pulling her mouth off. “No, don’t stop.” It went back in her mouth and she looked up at me, while sucking it. “Good girl.” This time she did not laugh, she just kept sucking it. 

“I’m going to cum really soon, Charlotte.” 

She pulled my dick out of her mouth and moved herself close, so that my dick brushed her tits, as she stroked me. She looked up at me, while stroking it near her bare chest. She kept opening her mouth a little, then biting her lips, looking up at my face, then down at my hard cock. She made a horny moan, as I started shooting thick white cum on her little chest. “Oh my god, Sam…” She slowly milked it out onto her chest, rubbing my dick over her nipples, spreading the cum around. 

She was still looking up at me, and stroking my dick, with a big smile on her face. There was just a little cum still on the head of my dick. “Have you ever tasted cum?” 

She looked away from me, “No.” 

“You want to have a little taste?” 

She snickered nervously, and looked away from me. I reached down and moved her hand off my dick, holding it myself. “Why don’t you just clean off the head there? It’s not very much.” 

“Sam?!” She was looking up at me with her worried expression. 

“It’s like a couple of drops of cum.” 

She whispered, “But, what does it taste like?” 

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

I was holding my boner in front of her face, just a little white cum at the tip. She quickly put the head in her mouth, then slurped her mouth off, dramatically stood spitting in the sink, and drank some water straight from the faucet to wash her mouth out. I stood laughing, “You’re being pretty dramatic about it.” 

She was laughing, “Shut up.” She grabbed some tissues and was wiping the cum off her chest, while looking in the mirror. 

“Did you even taste it?” 

Charlotte was giggling, “Not really. I was just all in my head.” 

Once she had the cum off her chest, she turned and leaned her butt on the sink counter, while I moved in to kiss her and touch her bare chest some. I moved down to my knees and lifted her skirt, touching her panties over her crotch, “Hmmm…feels moist here.” 

Charlotte giggled down at me. 

I moved aside the crotch of her underwear, so I could lick her. I could feel how slippery wet she was already. I looked up at her and licked her clit. I slipped a couple of fingers inside her, while licking her. Her body made some halting movements. She grabbed my head to steady herself and to keep my tongue where she wanted it. I paused my licking, just fingering her with two fingers, hooking them inside her. “I wish I had a condom. I’d fuck this little pussy.” 

That caused her to giggle some. I went back to licking her, more aggressively licking and sucking on her clit. She whimpered, “You’ll have to get more condoms…and keep them on you.” 

I paused my licking, “I’d bend you over this sink.” Then went back to licking. 

“Oh fuck…Sam…” She was pulling my hair a little, while I kept on licking in that same rhythmic and pressure she seemed to like.

“Sam…you could fuck me..” 

“I don’t have a condom.” 

“It’s okay right now…you should still pull out.”

I quickly stood up and slipped my dick right in her, lifting her up onto the bathroom counter a little, as I thrusted into her. We kissed aggressively, while I thrusted in and out with the crotch of her underwear just pulled aside to let me past. It was a hard fast fuck. She had her arms around my neck and I was grabbing her by the ass, while I fucked her. 

I pulled out, and yanked her to turn her around and bent her over the sink, her hands on the counter, holding her up. I pulled up her skirt and yanked aside the back of her panties, so I could bang her from behind. We could see each other’s faces in the mirror, as I fucked her hard and fast from behind. I could see her bare chest in the mirror, while I banged her from behind. She was backing herself into me, in time with my thrusting, and I held onto her hips, pulling her into me. I looked down to see her panties yanked to the side, exposing her pussy, so I could watch as my dick disappeared into her. I enjoyed looking up at her facial expressions, sometimes biting her lips, sometimes grunting with her mouth open, having an almost worried look on her face, and then sometimes smiling at me. I felt like I was going to cum, so I pulled out and shot a load on her exposed ass cheek, while she rocked back and forth a bit, “oh fuck…Sam…” I grabbed some tissues to wipe it off her ass, and then we stood hugging and kissing for a bit, before getting cleaned up and dressed. 

When we got downstairs, the band was already starting to play again, and they were irritated with me. “Dude, you missed lunch. We’re ready to get going again.” I just grabbed a sandwich, and ate it while we were practicing. 

I said, “Are we playing ‘Superficial Love’ again? I was grinning over at Matt, trying to push his buttons since he was already pissed off at me. 

“Fuck you, Sam” and he flicked his lit cigarette at me. 

 I just giggled, “Hey, hey…no potty mouth. We have to clean it up for Chuck’s precious ears.” 

“Just pick a different song, you dick,” but he was cracking up a bit. 

Let’s do that new song,  “When I Come Around,” Green Day. It’s getting enough play, that people will like it.” I looked back at Jason, "And there’s no offensive words, so it should make it through Matt and the censorship committee.” 

Matt threw a mostly empty beer can at me, as I started the guitar part for that one. 

I was a little unsettled by the fact that Charlotte was a virgin prior to that fuck. It felt like a big step, and I was worried that she would now really expect a serious relationship, something I was not sure I was ready for. We were still laying in bed, snuggling some.

“I’m sorry, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” 

“Why are you sorry? I wanted to do it.” 

“But still…like, we just randomly have sex one afternoon?” 

“I had a great time.” She giggled. “What would you have done differently if I told you?“ 

“I don’t know. Maybe I wouldn’t have done it.” 

“Well then I’m glad I didn’t tell you.” 

“Like, didn’t you want it to be with some long term boyfriend or something? Why me?”

Charlotte giggled and shrugged, “I was in the mood.”

I chuckled in shock, “Man, I cannot believe that just happened. Was it okay for you?” 

“Yeah, it was awesome.” 

“You weren’t like holding out for marriage or something?” I was still so perplexed as to why she did it with me. 

“No…” 

I was laying there, musing over it, still a bit in shock that she let me be the first guy to have sex with her. Just on a random Friday afternoon, when we really were not exactly dating. 

I said, “That wasn’t your first blowjob?” 

She laughed out loud, “Was it that bad?” 

“No, it was actually great. I loved it. You just seemed…nervous.” 

“It was not my first blowjob.” She giggled, “Of course I was nervous. I don’t just go around sucking dicks.”

As we laid there, I rolled over to snuggle with her, running my hand up and down her mostly naked body, as she was just wearing her top with no bra under it. 

She snickered a little nervously and looked at me with her face kind of red with embarrassment, “That was…um…the first time anyone has gone down on me…” More nervous snickering. 

I lifted up on her cropped t-shirt and she looked nervous, helping me get it all the way off so that she was completely naked, her chest rising and falling with nerves. I ran my hand over her fairly flat chest, then down her thin body, down to her pelvic area, but not quite touching her pussy. I ran my fingers in her little patch of manicured bush and lightly pulled on it. She was just looking at me. 

“Did you like it?” I rolled to suck on one of her nipples, before she answered that. 

“Um…I loved it…it was kind of embarrassing, but then…you made me cum hard.” 

I started kissing my way down her abdomen, my mouth drawn to her crotch. “I love doing that. I can’t believe no one did that to you before.” I was kissing very close to her pussy now. She made a little gasp, as I made a quick lick on her slit. I made some horny noises, as I licked at her pussy. She was already swollen and wet from the earlier sex, and it really did not take me long to get her going again. Her legs moved around some and she giggled at her own little high pitched noise, as I licked and sucked on her clit. I briefly looked up her naked body, enjoying see her in this grey Fall afternoon light coming in my bedroom window. I slipped two fingers inside her while still licking around her clit. Her head thrashed back and forth a little. She whimpered and moaned and grabbed at the bed sheets. Her hands moved to my hair and her pelvis was thrusting up and down in time with my licking. “Oh Sam…oh my god…” She had a few of orgasms, while I stayed down there for a long time, enjoying her pussy and the involuntary reactions her body was making. 

I made my way back up her body, and kissed her with my wet, swollen lips. My dick was rock hard and grazed her bare skin. I felt her hand grip it, while we kissed. She looked at me nervously, “Do you have another condom?” 

I grinned at her, “Yes…” I moved to grab one from the foot of the bed, and rolled it on my dick. I moved into missionary with her and I just started out very slow and gentle. We kissed, while I thrusted in and out of her. I could not help it and I thrusted in hard a couple of times and she took a breath and said, “yeah…” 

I did a couple more hard thrusts, watching her reaction, and she furrowed her brow and nodded yes like she wanted me to do more of that. I pinned her arms above her head and fucked her harder and faster. I panted out, “You like that?” 

“Yeah…yeah…yeah…” each yeah reaching a higher pitch, as I fucked her fast and hard. Since I’d already cum twice that afternoon, I was slightly hungover, and I was wearing a condom, I lasted a pretty long time. Charlotte whimpered,  “Holyfuckingshit…yeah…yeah…oh my god…” The oh my god came out like a growl. I finally came, and carefully pulled out, removed the condom and put it in the trash. 

After we fucked the second time, she borrowed my robe, and went out to the bathroom, then came back and snuggled with me. I’ll be honest, I was really worried about this. I liked Charlotte a lot and certainly we were sort of dating, definitely on our way to actually dating, but…I didn’t have a good track record of staying with girls very long after Deirdre, and I was a bit worried she would expect more than I could give. 

Charlotte came back into the room, with a glimmer in her eyes and nervously giggled, before dropping the robe and climbing back into bed with me, totally naked. She rolled to snuggle and kiss me some, then very quietly said, “That was amazing…” with a happy look on her face. 

“That was awesome, Charlotte.” 

We took a shower together, and then hung out, watching some TV and chatting with my housemates. She leaned into me, and I had my arm over her shoulders, she kept turning her head to grin at me and she kissed my cheek a few times. Yep, I guess she was my girlfriend now. It was a Friday evening, so we were all having a few beers, sitting around the apartment while making plans for the night. Charlotte’s friend, Jodi, who was also my housemate Jason’s girlfriend, came over, too. She smiled, when she saw Charlotte snuggled up to me on the couch. 

Charlotte stood up with a wide eyed, excited look on her face, and grabbed Jodi by the elbow, “Come talk to me for a minute,” and then they disappeared into my bedroom. I heard some loud shocked noises from Jodi and some giggling, then the girls reappeared. Charlotte plopped down next to me again, giving me a guilty grin. Jodi sat down next to Jason and kissed him. 

We went out to the little strip of bars that would allow underage patrons in this little preppy college town. Our little group never had trouble getting in, because it seemed like the bouncers and bartenders liked us more alt sort of college kids better than the standard preppy guys and girls. Some of the bouncers seemed like they were more like us and we became friends with them. It didn’t hurt that my band played at some of these bars too, so I could easily get in, and any girl with me. Sometimes we got to skip the line, when there was one. Didn’t hurt that Charlotte and Jodi were both hot girls. 

That evening, Charlotte and I were definitely more affectionate with each other, than we had been previously. Holding hands all the time, she was always either sitting in my lap or leaning on me. She slept at my place that night and we snuggled up all night, but did not have sex, since we’d done so much that afternoon and we were pretty tired. 

I left her still laying in my bed, while I went off to band practice, which is what I did every Saturday, kind of early in the morning. She woke up, but I kissed her forehead and said, “You can stay in bed, if you want.” She just smiled with her eyes closed and snuggled herself into my bed more, wearing one of my t-shirts. It was kind of funny, I left Charlotte in my bed, and Jason left Jodi in his bed, then we walked together, to the house where we practiced. 

Jason grinned over at me, “So, Charlotte stayed over last night?” 

“Yeah, I guess I’d say we’re dating now.” 

“Cool, she’s pretty hot.” 

“Yeah…I have to tell you something, and you have to swear to never tell a single soul.” 

Jason got serious, “Of course, man. I got your back.”

“Okay…Charlotte and I did the deed yesterday…” 

He grinned and punched my shoulder, “Nice.” 

“Yeah, but here’s the big secret, man. She was a virgin. She did not tell me until afterwards.” 

“Oh shit, dude. I would have never guessed she was a virgin.” 

“Yeah, I’m a little freaked out about it.” 

He joked, “So you were the best she ever had,” and he burst out laughing, as we walked.

“You’re joking, but that’s kind of what scares me. Do you think she’ll be all attached to me, now? I mean, I want to date her, but I just…what if she wants to get all serious now?” 

“Do you think that’s why you’re hung up on Deirdre? Because she was your first?” 

“I’ve thought about that and I really don’t think that is it. I have had sex with a number of girls since Deirdre and some of them have been outstanding…” 

He interrupted me, “cough…cough…Chloe?” 

I laughed out loud “You know, Chloe gets a lot of points for enthusiasm…” we both giggled at that. “Actually, you’re kind of making my point here. Chloe was fucking amazing in bed, but I didn’t love her. Anyway, there’s something else there with Deirdre. Something I have not found with anyone else. If it was just that she had sex with me, I feel like I would be over her by now.” 

Jason said, ‘That’s fair. I really don’t have any special affinity for the first girl I fucked.” He looked like he was thinking about it, then shrugged,  “Maybe it’s the same for Charlotte. You’re just the first guy she fucked. Might not be a bid deal.” We kept walking and he shook his head, “I can’t believe that she didn’t tell you…and you guys just randomly fucked yesterday?” 

“I know! Typically, if some girl invited herself back to my bed for a nap, then initiated a blowjob out of nowhere, I would not expect that I was dealing with a virgin. She and I had only kissed a couple of times. I honestly thought she was coming over just to snuggle and nap.” 

“She initiated a blowjob?” 

“Yes. I thought we were about to nap, but then she comes into my room in her panties and shirt, climbed into bed with me and asked me what I wanted. I didn’t even answer her, but she started sucking my dick.” 

“That’s hot, man.” 

“It was actually. She seemed so nervous, but like she wanted to please me or something. Kind of a cute blowjob.” 

He laughed out loud, “Cute blowjob.” 

“I don’t know how else to describe it. It was nice. Kind of submissive maybe.” 

“Hmmm…interesting…” 

“On a less horny note…have you ever been in love?” 

“Psssshhhh…I don’t know.” 

“Have you ever told a girl you loved them?” 

“Yes, a few, and I guess I kind of thought I meant it. You know, you date a girl for a couple of months and you say you love each other.” He shrugged. 

“Not me.”

“I feel like you’re overthinking this.” 

“But like…it has no meaning, if you just say it to everyone.”

“Can we go back to talking about blowjobs? This is a lame conversation.” 

I laughed out loud, “Okay, thank you for humoring me for a minute.” 

“So, Chloe…I know she sucked your dick all the time.” 

I burst out laughing, “How do you know?” 

“She fucking told everyone! She was proud of it. One time, she sucked your dick in the bathroom at a party and the reason I know, is because she came up to me and my girl, all pleased with herself and told us all about it.  Like, seriously how good was she?” 

“Okay…she was really good. No gag reflex that I could discern.” 

“Good lord…” 

I giggled, “She seemed to actually enjoy swallowing.” 

“Fuck me.” 

“She loved it so much, sometimes she just wanted to blow me while she masturbated, instead of fucking.” 

“And you broke up with her?” 

“Well, she broke up with me.” 

“You couldn’t just say, ‘I love you’?” 

I was laughing, “No, I have some morals, I guess. Anyway, one time she just like sucked me off and then she did it again right away. I mean that girl loved a load of cum. Sometimes she just wanted me to jerk off in her mouth to finish it.” 

“I think I love her.” 

I was laughing, “She was really nice.” 

“Oh, she sounds nice.” 

We were both giggling, “She was kind of high maintenance and I don’t know…I just didn’t love her.” 

“Dude, I now understand why you put up with that high maintenance stuff, as long as you did.” 

We were quiet a minute, then I said, “I never had to ask her to blow me…she just wanted to do it all the time.” 

“Alright, I’m starting to hate you now.” 

“One time, we fucked so many times in a row…I mean we spent almost 24 hours just fucking, taking a break, back to fucking…do some oral...eat some food….more fucking…eventually, I couldn’t get all the way hard again…and she just sucked it. Like she just stayed down there licking, and sucking and playing with it until she got the last drop out of my body.” 

“Fucking hell, dude.” He grinned at me and shook his head, “You couldn’t just say ‘I love you’?”

“That shows how much I love Deirdre, I guess.” 

We finally made it to practice, and all the other guys were wondering what we were giggling about. 

I checked my mailbox one day, on the way back from class, and there was a letter from Deirdre, responding to my last letter to her. 

Dear Sam,

I was so embarrassed getting totally naked with you and letting you eat me out, but then I loved it. I like to think about all of our times together. I feel like I could still remember every single time we had sex. But, I really like to think about this one time, when we were 18, and I rode your dick in the back of your car, after school. I was in my skirt and I took off my underwear and rode your hard cock. We kissed a lot and hugged and it was just cozy, because it was cold and rainy outside, but warm in your lap. We just fucked twice in a row. Like you stayed inside me and I realized you were still hard and we started it again. You kept putting your hands up in my skirt and they were on my bare butt. I had a crazy creampie leaking out of me, when you dropped me off at home. I just had to stop writing and touch myself again to that memory.

I am doing great in school too. I have some good friends that like to go to local punk shows sometimes, so that is fun.

I love you forever,

Deirdre

I had to masturbate after reading that, because I remembered exactly which time she was talking about, but I was also extra horny realizing that she also got horny from those memories. I wrote her back, after I was done masturbating, but I guess I was feeling more sappy than horny, after busting my nut. 

Dear Deirdre,

You're lucky. This little preppy town does not know that punk rock exists. My band sometimes throws in some punk stuff, and that's probably the only punk music in this town. I had a mohawk earlier this year. I think you would have liked it. It was a pain in the ass though, so I shaved it off.

As much as I like to think about all the sex we had, I sometimes just think about the first time we kissed. I was pretty much content with the world at that moment.

I love you forever,

Sam

She wrote me a letter back soon after that, and I was excited to open it, not sure if she wrote something horny or something sweet. I laid on my bed and read it. 

Dear Sam,

These letters are breaking my heart. I'm sorry I did this to us. I wish I had picked a school closer to you, but I got such a good scholarship. This hurts too much. I don't think we should keep sending these letters. I'm sorry that I started this again. Please let's not do this again. I don't want you to write back to this, but you will always be in my heart.

I love you forever,

Deirdre

I sat there reading that and obviously laid on my bed crying for a bit. Fucking hell. My band played that night, at a party, and I was in a pretty bad mood. I was just being quiet and drinking between sets. A couple of kind of sort of goth/alt girls came up to me, at one point. They were brand new freshman, so I had not met them yet.

The one girl really kind of reminded me a Deirdre a bit. She did not look that much like her, just similar style. She had dark hair like her, and was wearing black lipstick like Deirdre sometimes did. She was wearing all black, with a black top, that exposed her flat stomach, and a long loose, black skirt that came down to her ankles, which were covered by dark, black boots. Her body was kind of similar, but a bit taller than Deirdre. 

They walked up to me and the girl that reminded me of Deirdre said, "Hey...uh...you guys sound really good. I liked the Cure and Smiths songs."

I barely even looked at her, "Thanks," and I sipped my beer, still stinging from the letter from Deirdre.

"My name is Charlotte."

I sipped my beer and barely looked at her, "I'm Sam."

The other girl said, "I'm Jodi."

I gave a lackluster, "Hey."

Charlotte said, "so...uh, is there a good punk or alternative scene here?"

"No."

"Is that because you are so friendly?" She was grinning up at me and I could not help but smile a little.

We talked some, but I think I was still a bit sullen and withdrawn. Charlotte had slowly moved closer to me, until she was almost hugging me from the side, and at the end of the night, she said, "Well, it turns out I like gloomy punk boys."

"Yeah, where will you find one?" I smiled at her slightly and sipped my beer.

"I wish there was somewhere we could keep hanging out and party a little?" She looked at me, expectantly. I mentally shrugged and invited them back to our apartment. 

There ended up being 3 girls and 3 guys back at my apartment, and we sat on the floor, playing some drinking games. Charlotte said, "Let's play truth or dare."

This girl, Kristin said, "What are we in 8th grade?"

"Not like that."

Charlotte looked at me and said, "Sam you go first."

"Fine, truth."

Jodi said, "Boring."

"Why are you so sullen this evening?"

"Maybe this is just how I am?"

"Then, why are you like this?"

My friend, Jason said, "Oh, I can answer for him. He has been tragically torn from the love of his life and he can't get over it."

Charlotte leaned in to me and looked up at me, "Awww."

It started out pretty tame. Charlotte was dared to kiss me, which was nice. Jodi kissed Jason. The other couple kissed. It was Jodi’s turn, and she chose dare.

Jason said, "Show us your tits."

She quickly reached up in the back of her shirt to unclasp her bra, then lifted her shirt and bra, exposing her nice tits to us. I was pretty stunned how quickly it happened and I enjoyed seeing them, getting a bit hard from it. As hot as that was, it was not what I needed at that moment, and I got up off the floor, "Guys, I'm kind of tapped out. I think I'm going to go to bed."

Jason was shaking his head, 'no' at me, "Sam, come on, we're just starting to have fun.” He was pleading with me with his eyes to not ruin the fun. 

"Sorry, I just kind of want to go to bed. Nice to meet you guys."

I went off to bed in my room, and not long after, there was a light tapping and the door opened, a little light pouring in. It was Charlotte and she quietly said, "Hello, Sam?"

"Hey."

She closed the door behind her and tip toed across the room to the side of my bed, "Hey, Sam."

I was breathing hard. Charlotte was hot, but I really was just not in a good mood and I was trying not to hook up with her.

"Can I join you?"

"Charlotte, I um...I was kind of serious about wanting to go to sleep."

"You seem wide awake. Can we just lay here and talk for a bit?"

"Can you keep your hands to yourself?"

She giggled, "Yes, let's just talk.”

I patted my bed, inviting her in, and she laid down next to me. I laid there looking up at the glow in the dark stars I had on my ceiling, "What do you want to talk about?"

"What happened with this girl?"

I tried to give her an abbreviated version and just indicated that we had cut off the letters without describing what was in them. "So, anyway, this just happened today and I have like a massive headache from it." I was kind of out of tears and left with just a headache. 

Charlotte climbed on top of me, straddling me. "What are you doing Charlotte?" 

She reached down and was rubbing my temples on each side of my head, "This will help your headache." 

"Thanks. That is kind of helping." 

She grabbed my hand and squeezed the area between my thumb and forefinger, “How is that, Sam?” 

“Wow, why does that work?” 

“I don’t know, but it does.” She did on my other hand too. “Sam, it’s really late, do you mind if I sleep here? I promise, I'll be good."

"Fine."

I woke up with Charlotte snuggled up to me, still fully clothed, but under my covers with me. I fell back asleep, then awoke, when she climbed out of bed and she was putting her boots back on. She smiled down at me, "Thanks for letting me sleep over, Sam." She bent down and kissed my forehead. That felt nice. I was disappointed to see her leave, but did not stop her. I enjoyed snuggling with her, talking with her. That was almost worse than my desire to fuck her. This was probably a bad idea, while I was basically right back to ground zero in terms of getting over Deirdre. 

I was sitting out in this beautiful quad on campus a few days later, just sitting on a stone wall between classes, when Charlotte walked up to me. She was dressed all in black, as seemed to the usual for her. She was wearing a tiny black mini skirt made of sort of t-shirt material, a cropped black shirt that showed off a sliver of her flat stomach around her belly button, and then her long pale legs were exposed down to some boots that came up over her ankles with some high black socks. It looked exactly like something Deirdre would wear and I could not help, but smile, as she walked up to me. 

“Hi Sam.” 

“Hi Charlotte.” 

Charlotte sat herself down very close to me on the stone wall and it seemed like she gave me a flirty grin. “You don’t look that sullen today, Sam.” 

“Sorry, I know you like that.” I grinned at her and she playfully bumped herself into me, smiling at me some. 

“What’s cheering you up today?” 

I gave her a flirty grin and said, “Seeing pretty girls on a nice Fall day,” and I kind of looked her up and down. She bit her lip a little, giving me a flirty look back.

Charlotte had a way of showing up around me. Her friend, Jodi, was hooking up with or maybe dating my friend, Jason. Jason and I were hanging out in our apartment one day, just watching some movies that were playing on cable TV. We left the door to our apartment open most of the time, so people could just walk in. Jodi and Charlotte just walked in, lightly knocking on the door, as they did. Jodi plopped herself down next to Jason, and Charlotte came over and plopped herself down next to me. 

Jason and Jodi got cozy pretty quickly, since they’d already had a physical relationship, but Charlotte and I were not like that yet. As we watched the movie, we were all talking, because it was a movie we’d all seen, and I noticed Charlotte leaned into me more and more until I pretty much had to put my arm over her shoulders or it would be uncomfortable. She turned to smile up at me, as I did, looking pleased with herself. 

It happened again, that Saturday, when both girls showed up at our band practice. Jodi came up to greet Jason with a hug and a kiss. Charlotte came up to just give me a friendly hug, but we both looked at each other, like we knew that was not just a friendly hug. She was not here as my friend. She was here hoping that we were going to be something more than that. 

We were practicing playing the Descendants, “Silly Girl,” and as I played guitar and sang, I would see Charlotte watching intently. I tried not to look at her when I would sing, “Silly Girl, I’m in Love With You,” but she was really beautiful and I liked seeing her smile at me. She and Jodi were just next to each other watching intently, and I could see them talk into each other’s ears, so they could hear each other over the music. 

The whole band went out to some bars that night, with a group of people, but eventually it was the four of us hanging out. I was leaned against the bar and slowly, Charlotte moved to be in front of me, leaning into my chest. My arms moved around her mid section with a mind of their own, hugging her from behind. I could tell that she was giving Jodi some kind of looks, based on Jodi’s facial expressions, clearly these two were working on getting us together. The two things holding me back, were obviously the pretty recent interactions with Deirdre and my strange friends with benefits arrangement with Maura. I would have to break that off. I didn’t want to just hook up with Charlotte one night. I could tell she wanted more than that, and I didn’t want to lead her on. I also was not sure if I wanted a real relationship with anyone at the moment. But, I did enjoy her company.

I was worried that this evening would turn into the two of the them coming back to our place, and that is exactly what happened. Charlotte followed me into my bedroom, giggling a bit and holding my hand. She looked really hot, and the temptation was real, She turned to hug and kiss me, after closing the bedroom door. We had a very nice kiss, standing there in my room. We got into my bed and snuggled up together. We kissed some and hugged under the covers. She took off her pants to sleep and I felt her panty covered ass with my hand a little, but I did not make a move to have sex with her or fool around at all, and she was too shy to initiate that, or maybe just content to snuggle. I was horny and hard, but did not really want to dive into sex with her. Maybe protecting myself. Maybe protecting her. The snuggling was nice though. 

This willpower would not last. I was very attracted to her. Maura was traveling for soccer a lot and practicing a lot, so I did not see her for awhile. I let her know that I was kind of seeing Charlotte, and we amicably stopped being friends with benefits, although we did leave room for that start up again, should conditions change. 

One Friday it all came to head, pun intended. It was a nice overcast, Fall, day, a little cooler, and my band had played the night before, so it had been a late night the night before. I was walking back to my apartment from class, when I ran into Charlotte. “Hey Sam, you guys sounded really good last night.” 

“Thanks, that was fun.” 

“What are you up to, right now?” She looked at me hopefully. 

“Actually, I’m fucking exhausted, and it’s like perfect napping weather. I’m done with class for the day, so I’m going back to my place and taking a nap.” 

Charlotte gave me a bashful look, “um, that sounds pretty good…” She kind of looked at me quickly, then at the ground, “I don’t suppose, I could join you? It’s just that my roommate always makes so much noise…it’s hard to nap there.” 

There was no way I could say no.  I loved feeling her thin body up against mine, in bed, and smelling her hair. It sounded amazing, even just napping, not hooking up. 

“Yeah, sure…I guess…” 

She was wearing this long loose black skirt, and a cropped long sleeve shirt. When we got to my place I stripped down to my boxers to nap and she went to the bathroom. She came back into my bedroom, just wearing panties and her cropped long sleeve shirt, and looking very nervous. I loved seeing her thin legs, and flat stomach, there in that overcast mid afternoon light from my window. The nervous expression on her pretty face, as she climbed into bed with me and then our warm bodies were against each other. We snuggled up and kissed and I liked feeling her legs intertwined with mine. We kissed some and I could feel my dick get hard. 

Charlotte was giving me a nervous look and very quietly said, “What do you want?” 

I’d never really had someone ask me this way, “What?’ 

She still looked very nervous, “What do you like?”

Charlotte was breathing heavy and blushing, as she moved down towards my legs, and was sitting down between my legs. She started slowly pulling down on my underwear, and would look up at me with a nervous look and then down, as she slowly exposed my hard cock. There was something that seemed inexperienced in the way she touched my dick, the way she was looking at me. I still did not respond to her question, but she slowly moved her head down and she had her head kind of sideways, as she was curled up next to my legs, like she did not want me to see her face, as she put my dick in her mouth. She did not go deep, just moved her lips up and down over the head and slightly onto the shaft, while she also used her hand on it. She pulled her lips off, and stroked it some, still keeping her face away from me, as she made an embarrassed little laugh, then put it back in her mouth. It did not seem like her first blowjob, but certainly did not seem like she had a lot of experience with it. 

Perhaps it was also the embarrassment of doing this in broad daylight with me for the first time. Our first foray into fooling around at all. I was starting to breath heavier and my hips involuntarily thrusted a bit, my body wanting my dick to go deeper into her mouth, but I was trying to hold back, not wanting to push it, and she would pull her mouth off and stroke it, if she did not want it going deeper. It went back in her mouth and I whimpered, “hmmm…Charlotte…feels so good…” She pulled her mouth off to make an embarrassed laugh at that, while still stroking it. I loved the way she sucked my dick. It was just really gentle and I kind of liked how it was driving me crazy, wanting her to go deeper. I moved my hands involuntarily down to her head and had to stop myself from pushing down on it. I just stroked her hair a little instead, figuring it would piss her off, if I shoved down on it. It was almost like this crazy tease of edging, having her just suck on the head, bobbing her head and taking a lot of breaks with her hand, while resting her head on my abs. 

Charlotte had it out of her mouth again, and was stroking it, I panted out, “Would you lick it?” 

She made an embarrassed laugh that sounded just like breathing out of her nose a second. Then she seemed to hold back giggling while she licked the head just quickly, somehow that being more embarrassing than having it in her mouth. Her lips went back over the sensitive head and I made a sharp exhale, just barely feeling her teeth, not in a bad way, just a very light sensation on my sensitive head. It took a long time for me to cum from this blowjob/handjob and I loved it. 

I finally was moving around a lot more and I said, “I’m gonna cum soon…” 

As I expected, based on the blowjob, she did not seem to want cum in her mouth, and she pulled her head away, finishing me with her hand, stroking out my load onto my own abs. I reached behind me to grab some tissues and she cleaned up her hand, and my abs, while blushing and sometimes smiling at me. 

Once my cum was cleaned up, she moved back up to hug and kiss me, and my hands were all over her thin frame. A hand went up in her cropped shirt, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover, that she had removed her bra already. I felt her small tits and then my hand wandered down into the back of her panties, feeling her bare ass. She made some cute noises, as I rolled her on her back and kissed her bare abdomen, then kissed lower and lower, while she squirmed a bit. 

She was wearing black cotton panties. Sort of ordinary bikini cut panties, and I pulled down on them slightly so I could lick and kiss her pelvic area lower, exposing just a little of her neatly trimmed brown bush. I kissed right on the bush. I moved lower to kiss on her inner thighs and she made some embarrassed giggles. It made me wonder if anyone had ever licked her before. Maybe she was just nervous with it being light in the room and our first time fooling around. I  moved aside the crotch of her underwear and licked up her slit. She made a surprised kind of embarrassed noise. 

I grabbed the waist band of her underwear and yanked them off in one motion, causing her to squeal a little. I liked seeing her patch of brown bush at the intersection of her long, thin legs. Her face looked flush from the embarrassment and excitement, and I went back down between her legs, enjoying licking her pussy while fingering her. She seemed a little stiff at first, but I felt her body loosen up and her legs relaxed open, and she got more slippery under my tongue. I slid my middle finger inside her, while I licked around her little knob. Charlotte seemed like she was holding back from making noise, making some high pitched noises with her mouth closed, instead. Her thin legs wiggled around me, as I laid between her legs. Her mouth involuntarily opened a few times and that high pitched moan was more vocal. She squeezed my head between her skinny thighs and grabbed at my hair. I kept going. I was sucking on her clit and she was both squeezing my face and pushing on my head, trapping me there, while also pushing me away. “Oh my god…oh my god…” 

She slowly relaxed her death grip on my face and hair, while I more gently lapped at her swollen, wet clit. After she had smaller orgasms and then seemed to relax, I moved back up her body to kiss her on the lips. We kissed and rolled to face each other, hugging and kissing. I was actually very tired from the late night the night before, and I think she was too. We fell asleep, both of us there with no pants on. 

We both woke up in the late afternoon, and smiled at each other. My dick was immediately hard, feeling it touch her bare skin. My hand wandered down to her small, firm, bare ass, pulling her in closer to me, as we kissed. I reached down between her legs, and her pussy still felt quite wet and ready for action, as I easily slipped two fingers inside her. I gently rubbed her clit with my fingers slippery from being inside her. She smiled at me and grabbed my boner, but looked really nervous. 

I sat up and moved down to the foot of my bed, where I had a box of condoms. I grabbed one and showed it to her. She looked kind of stunned, eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights. 

“You don’t want to, Charlotte?” 

She looked nervous, “No, I do…I do… 

“You sure?” 

She giggled, “Yes, I definitely want to.” 

I gave her a skeptical look, “We don’t have to…” 

She smiled, “I want to.” 

I gave her a smirk, “What do you want to do?” 

“You know…” and she giggled and gestured at the condom.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t know.” 

“Oh my god, Sam, I want to fuck…okay?” 

I put on the condom, while she seemed to watch me nervously. I moved between her legs in missionary, She looked very nervous, as I slowly slid my dick inside her. She seemed to relax and just enjoy the slow, gentle fucking, while we kissed and I thrusted in and out of her in long slow thrusts. I felt her nails dig into my back a bit, she whimpered and moaned and made cute, almost worried expressions, while we fucked. “Oh…Sam…fuck…” I looked down between her legs to see my condom covered dick disappear into her dark bush. I lasted a long time with the condom on, the beers the night before, and the fact that she had just made me cum. And I was so aroused by her, little whimpers and moans, enjoying the late afternoon sex with overcast daylight coming in the room, giving me a view of her thin abdomen, her skinny legs wrapped around me, and I pushed up on her shirt to expose her small tits to me. We kissed, and I came, when she seemed to grab my ass extra hard, and I felt her pussy squeeze my dick. 

Charlotte and I were both breathing heavy, when I reluctantly pulled my dick out of her, carefully grabbing the base to keep the condom on. I took it off and put it in the trash. Then we laid next to each other, kissing and smiling at each other. 

I chuckled, “You seemed so nervous, Charlotte. I thought you were a virgin or something for a second there.” 

She did not respond quickly, and then said, “Well….”, and she giggled a bit. 

“Oh fuck…you’re a virgin.” 

“Not so much now…” and she burst out giggling.

I drove home at the end of the summer, sad to be leaving my new found friends, but somewhat relieved to be leaving behind my summer job. I was ready to sleep in a quiet house, in a comfortable bed, without the chaos of my shared cabin at the lake. I only had about a week between the end of my job, and the start of college, so I did a bunch of laundry, ate all of my parents' food, and slept a lot, trying to make up for a whole summer of staying up late drinking beers most nights.

I also sat around my bedroom, thinking about Deirdre a lot. The first day, I got home from my summer away, my mom excitedly greeted me. I was sitting in the kitchen, having a snack and telling her the G rated version of my summer at the lake, when she said, "Oh, by the way, Deirdre stopped by here the other day."

"What?!" My heart raced immediately and I felt tears forming from that simple sentence.

"Yes, it was so nice of her. She had some pictures of you from your high school graduation that she had promised to give me. She only just got the roll of film developed and she brought them by. She's such a lovely girl." I was thinking that was not what my mom used to think of Deirdre, when we first started dating.

I felt like throwing up, "Well, what happened? What did she say?"

"She asked about you."

"Did she know I was gone for the summer?"

"Yes, she already knew you were out of town for the summer." 

I was sitting there with my mind reeling. What did this mean? Nothing? Did she really just stop by to give my mom some photos? She knew I was not home. 

"Oh, I hope you don't mind. I let her go up to your room. She asked if she could go up there."

"I don't mind. Deirdre can go up to my room whenever she wants."

"She was up there for a long time. I walked past and she was laying on your bed crying, Sam. I don't why you two can't figure out how to date long distance."

"Well, did she say anything?"

"Not really, she apologized for crying, when she left, but she said she just misses you sometimes."

I went upstairs with my things and I tried to see if I could tell that Deirdre had been there. I sniffed my bed, but it only smelled like laundry detergent. I had hoped maybe her hair left her scent on my pillow or something. I laid on my bed, thinking about her laying there, and that actually made me smile a bit. I glanced over where I had a white board on the wall by my desk and noticed that Deirdre had drawn a small, red heart on it. I knew it was her, because I didn't put it there and I was pretty sure my mom didn't.

I ran downstairs and yelled, "I'll be back later, mom."

"You just got home?"

"I'll be back."

I drove to Deirdre's house, probably running some stop signs on the way. I ran up to the front door and pounded on it. Her mom answered the door, surprised to see me.

"Oh, hi Sam."

"Is Deirdre here?"

"Oh no honey. I'm sorry, she left to go back to college a few days ago."

"Fuck!!" I collapsed sitting on the front steps and started crying. "I'm sorry for swearing, Ms. Ryan."

She patted my shoulder a little, "It's okay, Sam. Why don't you give her a call? I know she misses you. I can give you her number at school."

"I don't know if I should. We agreed not to contact each other."

"I'll give it to you just in case." She gave me her new address and phone number at school.

I went back to my house, and looked at photos of Deirdre and me together. I still had some notes she'd written me, and I looked at those. Then, I locked my bedroom door, and pulled from their hiding place a few dirty pictures Deirdre had given me. Some fully nude ones and some in her underwear. Deirdre standing there in her bra and panties. There was also a nice close up of her pussy with her legs spread, laying on her back. I jerked off to those.

Then, I decided to write her a letter.

Hi Deirdre,

My mom said you stopped by my house, so I feel like you sort of broke the no contact rule, so I can too. I don't mind that you did. I drove to your house, but you weren't there, obviously. I don't know what I would have done if you were there. Your mom gave me your contact info.

It made me happy to know that you laid on my bed. It was nice after coming back from the lake, even though I could not really tell you had. My mom said you were laying down on it. I saw the heart that you drew on my white board. I'm bringing that white board to school and if someone erases that heart, I'm going to punch them in the throat.

I have a serious question though. I still have naked photos that you gave me. I jerked off to them just a minute ago. I'm probably going to again later. Okay, I am definitely going to look at them and jerk off again later.  I was wondering if that is okay, since we aren't together anymore? Like, what should I do with those? I'll be honest, that I jerk off about you with or without the pictures really, but I love the photos.

I love you forever,

Sam

I sent that letter from my parents' house, but gave her my address at school. I was not sure if she would write back or if she would be mad that I contacted her. The postal service was slow around that time and that certainly contributed to our originally break up. I did not receive a response for a long enough time, that I was sure she was not happy to get that letter.

I was back at school, the first night of sophomore year and everyone was partying hard. Classes did not start for a few days and everyone was getting re-acquainted. I was out at a bar, when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and Maura was grinning at me. I grabbed her in a hug and she giggled, "Maura...holy shit...it's awesome to see you."

She kissed my cheek, "It's good to see you Sam."

We were both buzzed and chatted about our summers, both of us leaving out any details of hookups or relationships that may have occurred. I'm guessing she'd also not been celibate over the summer. Later on, she gave me a shy look, and stroked my chest, "So...we talked about maybe hooking up, if we were both single...I'm single..." She giggled.

"Oh, I'm single." I grinned at her and then we practically ran back to my place. 

We went into my room and I locked the door behind us. We were quickly making out and feeling each other up, rolling around my bed. I was kissing her neck and had a hand up in her shirt, feeling her tits and she said in kind of a breathy voice, "Sorry, I'm not sweaty for you," and she giggled. My hand went down to her jeans and started unbuttoning and unzipping her fly. "There was a really hot day at soccer camp this summer. It was so hot and the coach ran us so hard. I sweated through all of my clothes. It was like I had fallen in a lake or something." 

I moaned, "I bet your face was all red and hot..."

My hand was in her panties, and I grinned to myself, feeling her familiar bare pussy, slipping a finger inside. She gasped, "It was...I got really turned on..." My slippery finger rubbed her clit a bit, "I had to go back to my room and masturbate, Sam...I touched myself thinking about what you would have done, if you were there..." 

I started pulling off her jeans, "I would have licked your whole body...." I was pulling off her panties, "I bet your panties were soaked through..." 

She took a quick breath, as I licked her pussy, "Yeah...they were...fucking just soaked everywhere with sweat..." 

I paused licking her pussy, so I could pull off her shirt and then she helped me get off her bra, so I could suck on her little tits some before kissing my way back down to her bare pussy. I was making horny moaning noises, while licking and sucking on her clit, moving a finger inside her. Her pelvis rolled around and she arched her back, making little whimpers and moans and pinching her own nipples. She kept getting more slippery under my tongue. She crushed my head between her thighs and yanked on my hair, which I had grown out over the summer. I stayed down there a long time, enjoying that pussy after a long summer apart. 

Maura started desperately pulling at my shirt, so I moved to strip off my shirt. She was touching herself a little, while watching me get naked. I moved between her legs and she said, "Just pull out." 

I slipped my hard cock inside her and slowly thrusted in and out of her, while we kissed each other and our hands moved around our bare skin. I fucked her harder and faster and when I felt like I was going to cum, I pulled out and moved up near her face, stroking my dick near her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and I jerked off into it, with some landing on her tongue and some on her cheeks. She was touching herself and whimpered, "Oh my god..." right as the cum hit her. Then I rubbed my dick on her lips and she licked at it some.

Maura slept over in one of my t-shirts, and in the morning, we woke up around the same time. She did not say anything, but just slid down my body, taking the covers with her. I was completely naked and I made a little gasp, as she looked up at me and licked my dick. Then she sucked it. I moved my pelvis around, "Oh fuck, that's good, Maura." She paused to giggle and stroke it some, then put it back in her mouth. She knelt upright between my legs and then dramatically threw off the t-shirt, and was naked. Maura climbed up on my hard dick and rode me, holding onto the headboard and aggressively bouncing on my dick. I reached up to touch her small boobs, while she rode up and down. "I'm gonna cum soon, Maura..." and she hopped off my dick. She stroked my dick, while rubbing her own clit and when I shot cum onto myself, she made herself orgasm, moaning, "oh my god..." 

We got cleaned up and she put on her clothes from the night before. I walked her out of my place and we hugged and kissed goodbye. Maura said, "Thanks for the benefits, friend." 

"Any time." 

"Are you coming to my soccer game this weekend...the forecast is for almost 90 degrees..." she bit her lip and moved her foot around bashfully. 

"Fuck yeah." 

I went down to my mailbox, as I did every day, hoping to see a letter from Deirdre. I almost died when I saw her hand writing on an envelope. 

Dear Sam,

I'm sorry for stopping by and breaking the no contact agreement, but I wanted to give your mom those photos. Honestly though, even though I knew you were not home, I wanted to at least be in your room for a bit, since we had so many good times there. The photos were just an excuse. It was awesome even just talking to your mom. She is sweet. It reminded me of all the time I spent at your house. I practically lived there.

It felt good to lay on your bed and remember when we used to lay there to snuggle and listen to music and talk and laugh. And of course, we got up to lots of other activities on that bed. We lost our virginity on that bed. Giggle. Or was it the bath tub? I would say the bath tub didn't count. 

You can keep those photos, as long as you don't show them to anyone else. I'm glad you like to masturbate with them. I don't have any naked photos of you, but I have a very good memory and I like to touch myself and think about when we were together.

I love you forever,

Deirdre

I wrote her a letter back immediately. 

Dear Deirdre,

The bath tub didn't count, my dick only went halfway in, but it was hot. I think about that weekend when we lost our virginity a lot. It was the first time you let me eat you out, too. It was the first time I saw you totally naked. I felt like the skin on my dick would rip, I got so hard from that, I'd wanted to lick your pussy for so long. I like to look at that photo of your pussy and imagine licking it that first time. I was addicted immediately. Sorry, for being so horny, but what do you like to masturbate about?

I'm doing really well at school so far, but the semester is just getting started. My band is practicing a lot and we just got a regular gig at this one bar. I'm already sick of the dining hall food, so I'm starting to cook at my apartment some.

I love you forever,

Sam

That weekend, I went to Maura's soccer game on Saturday afternoon. She smiled and waved at me in the stands, when I arrived with my friends. 

My friend, Jason, said, "So, what's the deal with you and Maura?" 

"We're sort of friends with benefits now." 

"Oh, you're just going to have your cake and eat it too..." 

I laughed, but I really did not agree with him. I didn't think friends with benefits was better than what I'd had with her the year before. But, damn if she didn't look hot right now. I'd take the benefits. Maura was a starter and she was in for the whole game. It was about 90 degrees out, and she ran around that field, her face all red and sweaty. Her legs looked so good, as she ran around, a couple of times I saw her look up at me, when there was a pause in the play. She lifted her jersey to dab at the sweat on her face, then would grin at me. 

Jason turned to me, "Man, your friend has some fucking nice abs on her." 

I laughed, "Yeah she does." 

After the game, I went down to the side of the field, when her coach was done talking to the team. We hugged and kissed there, and it was like hugging someone after they got out of a swimming pool. "Look at you...Maura..." 

"My roommate is going to shower in the locker room, and then go out for drinks with the team. I told them I would catch up with them in a bit." 

We walked to her place, on campus, and I moved my hand down to feel her nice, athletic butt. Her shorts were soaked through with sweat. I looked over at her and her face was still completely red from running around the whole game. "You look so fucking hot right." Her hair looked wet with sweat and around the edge of her hairline were beads of sweat. 

She giggled and shook her head. 

We got on her bed, and she said, "I'm going to have to wash my sheets after this, but it's worth it." We kissed and rolled around her bed. I ended up on my back, and she gave me a mischievous grin, as she moved to kind of sit on my face almost. She straddled my face, with her crotch right where my mouth was, so I could really enjoy her sweaty scent. I freed a hand, so that I could move her baggy soccer shorts leg, to look up and see her soaked through panties. 

Maura pulled off her jersey, so I could see her sports bra soaked through. I reached up to touch her tits through her sweaty sports bra. She pulled that off too, revealing her firm little tits. 

My eyes went back to her crotch. "Holy shit, Maura..." 

She smiled and giggled at my reaction to her soaked panties. They were kind of athletic underwear, but a light color and I could see her camel toe clearly, where she had sweated all the way through the crotch and up around it. I shoved my nose in her crotch, then pulled aside the crotch for a quick lick on her bare labia. She giggled, "I got a little sweaty..." 

I rolled her off of me, so I could take off her shorts. I took off my shirt and my shorts, then decided to just get totally naked, my dick standing straight up. I slowly pulled down on her panties, so I could see the sweat stains in the crotch. I got them all the way off and lifted them to my nose. Maura giggled, "I don't know about that, Sam..." 

"I'm going to have my tongue right on the source in a minute...dude, look at the sweat on the butt of these..." I was holding them up, where you could clearly make out where her sweaty butt crack had been. She was making embarrassed giggles. 

"Sam...I'm glad you like it." 

"Like it? Fucking love it, man..." I sniffed the crotch again, then went to the actual source, spreading her legs and licking her pussy. I kissed the sweaty area around her pussy, enjoying the sticky salty skin of her pelvic area. She shoved my head back down to her pussy, though, done with the teasing and ready for me to get to work on her pussy. I lapped at it ravenously, but had to take a detour lower for a minute. I pushed back on her thighs, so I could get down to lick her asshole and her taint some. She made some high pitched whimpers, while I lightly flicked my tongue on her puckered hole. Then I went back to her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit. 

Maura moved around and moaned, while I licked and sucked and fingered her. She spread her legs wider and pulled at my hair. She giggled, and then said in a strained voice, "I'm glad you grew your hair out..." I just made horny noises while sucking on her clit, using my lips and tongue, while she thrusted her pussy up and down in time with my licking and sucking. "oh my god...holy shit Sam...fuck..." Her hands grasped at my hair and she started squeezing my face between her legs. I kept licking and sucking exactly the same and then she crushed my face, released her legs even wider and arched her back. Then she just rolled her hips around while I lapped at her even wetter pussy. 

I moved up her body, and slipped my dick inside her. She whispered, "You can cum inside, Sam." I was on her in missionary, and we kissed, while I thrusted in and out of her slick hole. Her whole body felt sweaty and sticky under me. I knelt more upright and pinned her legs back to watch my dick go in and out of her bald pink hole. She moved one leg onto my shoulder and then the other, and I leaned into it, pinning her way back and pounding her hard. Her brow furrowed and she breathed hard through her nose. Her hands were at her sides, gripping her sheets, while I fucked her fast and hard in that position. "fuck me...Sam...fuck meeee...yeah..yeah...yeah..." I shot cum inside her and kept going for a bit, then slowly eased off of her, looking down, as I pulled my dick out, to see the cum leak out a bit. I rubbed my thick white cum on her bald pussy lips some and her legs relaxed down. 

I was still hard, and I just slipped right back in there, enjoying her extra slippery pussy, slick with a big load of my cum. I jammed my dick in hard thrusts and she gasped each time, grabbing at my back. I grabbed her arms to pin them above her head, and bent down to kiss her some, while fucking her hard. I shoved my nose in one of her armpits to get a whiff of her sweaty scent, which caused her to giggle. I didn't think it was funny though, she turned me into an animal when we would fuck like this and I was having hard time being gentle. I kept fucking her hard and I lasted a very long time. Long enough and har enough, that she laughed a little and then gently pushed on me, "Sam...um...I'm not going to be able to walk..." I made a horny growl, but relaxed my thrusts. 

I reluctantly pulled out of her and flopped on my back. Maura moved down and aggressively sucked me off, until I shot my second load in her mouth. 

We both laid there breathing heavy for a bit, and looking at each other. She made a satisfied sigh, then said, "Well, I should shower. Will you join me?" 

"Sure." I got out of bed first and had to hold out my hand to help her, as she struggled to get up with her wobbly legs. She did have an awkward gait, which cracked both of us up. It was the combo of a long game and the long hard fucking causing some stiffness and cramping in her legs. 

We took a shower and I went with her to meet up with her teammates at a house party. She was still walking a little funny and it cracked her friends up. 

One of the said, "Did you get injured in the game?" 

Maura blushed and giggled, "No it was after the game..." and she looked at me in an exaggerated way, causing everyone to laugh. 

It was the wildest, sexiest thing for me to see Dakota come ride her horse down to visit me at the lake. Especially after that first night that she rode my dick, I could see that familiar bounce and watched her hips move as she sat on the saddle on the horse’s back. She reminded me of Maura a bit, not really needing a ton of my attention, but showed up from time to time wanting to fuck. Sometimes she rode her horse down just to say hello in the middle of the day.

One day, after working a long day, leading trail rides on horseback, she drove down to the lake, in her big pick up truck, to see me. She was wearing these boot cut jeans quite nicely displaying her butt, with some cowboy boots on, a tank top, and a cowboy hat. Her hair was braided in two braids in the back under the cowboy hat and her face looked flush and sweaty. It was a particularly hot day, and she had been out in the heat all day. I was wrapping up work for the day, putting away some of our lifesaving equipment, when she showed up. 

I went up to hug her in greeting, and I was just in my swimsuit, so I felt her warm, sweaty top on my bare torso. We kissed some and then she said, “I’m so sweaty, Sam.” 

I could feel the sweat that had absorbed into her tank top and I could feel it on her face and her arms, actually I even tasted a little salty sweat, when I kissed her. “I like it.” She smelled nice to me, just kind of like hot air and I don’t know…just a nice scent to me. 

Dakota laughed a bit at that, “Well, I want to take a shower at your place, and put on some clean clothes.” 

We drove her truck up to my cabin. She was planning to hang out with my friends and me that night. It was always crazy at the cabin, because it was a bunch of young male lifeguards living in there and it wasn’t just me bringing girls back to the cabin. It was always a packed house, usually some music playing on a boom box and people yelling, joking around, wrestling, playing drinking games, and generally cutting loose at all times. The walls were thin and my bedroom had just this crappy accordion style door, that provided almost no sound proofing whatsoever. You could often hear when there was sex going on in one of the other rooms, because the walls were thin, the doors almost useless, and the bed frames were old and squeaky. That did not deter anyone. Despite the fact that girls were a common site in that cabin, Dakota drew a lot of attention, as we walked into the place, the guys not subtle at all about checking out my cowgirl. 

We went back to my tiny little room, that was mostly taken up by the double bed in there. Dakota sat on my bed and took off her cowboy boots, making a sigh of relief, when they were off. “You’re lucky you just get to wear a swimsuit all day, Sam.” She laid down on her back on my bed and I turned on a fan to blow in our direction. 

“Being a lifeguard has it’s perks. I jump in the lake whenever I get hot.” 

I laid down next to her and she said, “You smell like sunscreen.” 

“Yeah, I need a shower, too.” 

Dakota had her arms under her head and I saw her armpits were actually glistening with sweat. I leaned in to sniff and gave a little lick on her smooth skin of her armpit, causing her to giggle. “You’re crazy, Sam.” 

I pulled up on her tank top, that was actually soaked through with sweat in places and she pulled it all the way off. She rode in a sports bra, and it was wet with sweat. I touched her small boobs, through the bra and felt how wet it was. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. They were kind of tight over her nice butt, so moved to grab them by the bottom of legs and yanked them off, as she giggled there. Dakota was wearing these pink cotton panties and I could see that the crotch area was wet with sweat right over her camel toe. I touched that area some and said, “Oh man, you are sooo sweaty…I love it…” 

She giggled at that, “It looks like I peed my pants.”

I rolled her over to look at her butt and could see there was sweat soaked through where her butt crack was. She started sitting up, to get up off my bed, “Yeah, well, I’m going to take a shower.” 

I encouraged her to lay back down, “Not yet.” 

I pulled up on her sports bra and she helped me get it off. “Don’t you want me to shower first?” 

I was licking and sucking on her nipples, enjoying her sticky hot skin. “Nah…this is nice.” I kissed my way down her abs and then shoved my face against her damp crotch. I grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled them down and off over her ankles, so she was naked on my bed. Then I kissed my way to her pussy, licking up her slit. She had a bit of neatly maintained brown bush down there, and I felt it on my tongue sometimes, as I licked at her pink pussy. I spread her labia and licked and sucked on her clit, while fingering her. She started making happy little groans and gently stroked my hair. 

I pushed her legs back, so I could lick down to her asshole a bit, rimming her cute little puckered hole, which made her giggle and gasp a bit. Just a little sweaty salty down there. I went back up to my pussy eating, hooking my arms around her thighs and really get into it. She began less gently stroking my hair, and moving her pelvis up and down, her legs moving around on their own. She made some louder noises, but there was enough commotion in the house, that I don’t think anyone heard her. She grabbed at my hair, pulling it, when she came, squeezing my face between her thighs, and making a high pitched, “yeah…yeah…yeah…” I kept up my licking and she convulsed under my tongue, rolling her head around, “oh my god…holy shit…” 

I moved up her body, getting ready to slip my dick in her wet pussy, but she opened her mouth, and said, “Let me get it wet.” I eagerly obliged her, moving to put my dick near her mouth, so she could lick and suck on it some. I moved back down and slid it inside of her in missionary. She spread her legs to let me in, and I laid on top of her kissing her, while slowly thrusting in and out of her. She got loud, “fuck…fuck me Sam…fuck me hard…” I heard someone turn down the music briefly, then some giggling out there, as they apparently did hear that. 

I heard Matt’s disappointed voice, “Come on guys,” and he turned the music back up to somewhat mask the noises Dakota was making. I fucked Dakota hard and my bed frame was making squeaky noises in time to our fucking. She was moving her pelvis in time to my thrusting and I like feeling her sweaty skin. I knelt more upright and pinned her legs spread open by holding her knees, watching my dick disappear into her. Dakota gave me a sexy look and pushed me out of her, then very quickly rolled over into doggystyle, looking back at me with a sexy grin. 

I smacked her ass lightly, but then dove down to lick her pussy a little from behind. She made a happy yip, as I licked her some, but she was moving back and forth a bit, like she was eagerly anticipating my hard dick. So, I got up on my knees behind her and slipped it in again. The crappy bed frame banged loudly against the wall, as I grabbed her by the hips and pounded her from behind. She was pushing herself back into me in time with my thrusting, “oh my god…holy shit…fuck me…oh my god…fuck me….” Her hair was still in two braids back there, and I grabbed them as a joke at first, just gently holding them like they were reins, while I fucked her. But she said, “Pull my hair…” in a serious tone, so I pulled a bit on her braids while we fucked and she made some close mouthed noises, “mmmm…fuck…” I pulled them, so that her head arched up, her ass was arched up and her back curved down. She was a vocal girl, “fuck me hard…fuck me…” I was banging her fast and hard and our skin was making slapping noises against each other. I came hard inside her, thrusting all the way in and moaning, as I shot my load inside her. She made some little groaning noises, while we continued rocking back and forth a bit, with my dick inside her. 

I slipped it out of her and she flopped down on my bed. I saw some cum leaking out of her, so I grabbed a tissue to keep it from leaking onto my comforter. She got out of bed and we both grabbed towels to go take a shower. She just walked out of my room, stark naked, but kind of holding the towel in front of her. The bathroom was close to my room, but the guys in the living room did get a view of her bare ass, when she turned to go in, causing some excited whoops. She turned her head to smile at that, clearly unashamed of her beautiful bare ass. She disappeared into the bathroom ahead of me, and I turned to see the stunned faces out there, giving a smug grin in their direction. The shower stall was tiny in this crappy old cabin, just barely big enough for two people to fit, standing up. We had a hard time, even washing our legs in there. She took out her braids and washed her hair, while I enjoyed just feeling her slippery naked body. 

When we were done, we went back to my room, wrapped in towels, which probably disappointed the guys in the living room. I thought I heard some other couple fucking in one of the other rooms and there were a couple of girls in bikinis, who clearly followed some lifeguards home from the beach. 

I laid on my bed, enjoying the cooling effect of the fan on my damp body, and enjoying watching Dakota brush her hair, only wrapped in a towel. She was facing away from me, facing the mirror on the back of the door, when she saw my guitar in the corner of the room, “Hey you play guitar, Sam?” 

“Yeah, I play in a band back at school. We play at bars and parties at my college.” 

“That’s cool. Do you know any country?” 

I laughed and thought about it a minute, “You know, I actually do…” I got up to grab my guitar and sat on the edge of my bed, still just wrapped in a towel. I knew some Johnny Cash songs. They were some of the first songs I learned on guitar, because my dad was a pretty good guitar player and he would play and sing Johnny Cash a lot. I would watch his fingers on the frets, and figured out my first chords that way. Then I got him to really teach me those songs. I played and sang, “Cocaine Blues.” Dakota smiled at me and moved her body in a little dance, while still brushing her hair in the mirror. 

I heard someone turn off the music in the living room, and Matt’s voice, “Hell yeah, Sam…I love Johnny Cash.” It was kind of funny to realize you no privacy at all in those rooms. I started it over again for his benefit and I heard him singing along out in the living room. When that was done, I did “Ring of Fire,” and everyone knew those lyrics, so I heard some other people yelling, singing that one. I put the guitar down to get dressed, but Dakota had other ideas, and dropped her towel, then pushed me on my back and pulled open my towel. 

My dick got hard fast, seeing her naked, but she moved between my legs, as I laid on my back, to suck my dick and get it nice and hard. Then she climbed on me and onto my dick, guiding it in with her hand. I smiled up at her, as she slowly rode up and down my dick in her skilled way. The bed got noisy, but the music was back on in the living room, maybe masking it? Maybe just making us feel less conscious of it. Dakota’s cowboy hat was laying on the bed, and I grabbed it, handing it to her, “Don’t you wear this when you ride?” 

Dakota giggled and put it on, a real cowgirl riding my dick buck naked except for her hat. She bounced up and down faster and harder, took the hat off and waved it around dramatically, in time to her fucking me, like she was a bull rider. Then she put it back on her head, and focused on her dick riding. I was breathing hard and whimpering, she could tell I would cum soon, and I guess she didn’t want me to cum in her again right after a shower, so she hopped off my dick, threw the hat aside and finished me off with her mouth. I panted and thrusted my hips up involuntarily, as she bobbed her head up and down, until I shot a load in her mouth. She pulled her mouth off slowly and swallowed while wiping her lips with the back of her hand and grinning down at me. 

I got a really bad cut on my chest one day. There were no motorized watercraft allowed on this lake, but just small rowboats, canoes and sailboats that the lifeguards were responsible for watching, as well. We took turns patrolling in rowboats and viewing the lake with binoculars up in a tower. A big storm rolled in one afternoon and a small sailboat capsized. My boss sent a few of us out in the storm to go get the kids out of the water quickly with lightning strikes happening nearby. When we got there, the kids were floating in their lifejackets, but a bit panicky about the weather, so I had to hop in the water to help them get over to the rowboat and up in it. As I climbed back into the rowboat, I guess I scraped myself across a sharp, rusty oarlock and got a pretty bad cut on my chest. 

I actually did not notice it, due to the adrenaline of doing that rescue in the storm. When we got back to shore, my boss said, “Dude, you’ve got a gnarly gash on your chest.” I looked down and there was a bunch of blood on my chest. He patched me up enough that I would not bleed all over the suburban and then drove me to a little hospital in town. It was small, almost more like an urgent care, and people stared at me, as I walked into the ER with a bloody bandage on my chest, dripping wet, and with no shoes on, just in my lifeguard swimsuit. 

They quickly brought me back to a room because the ER was not very busy in this small town during the summer. I sat up on an exam table and an attractive nurse came in to check me out. She already knew my boss, because he’d worked this job the summer before and had to transport people to the ER on occasion. The nurse was maybe in her 40s? Quite attractive. Reminded me of Sally Fields a bit. 

She was a little flirty with me. Kind of inappropriate I guess, but it was the 90s and it was rural hospital. She said to my boss, “What did you do to this cute boy?” She smiled at me, as she was taking off the bandage Matt put on me. 

He tried to talk me up in front of the nurse, “You’re fixing up a real hero, here. Injured saving some kids.” Well, they were in no imminent danger of drowning and it was not a particularly risky rescue other than the lightning. 

She looked at me and said, “Brave and handsome.” I blushed a bit, having this older woman blatantly flirting with me. 

She cleaned up the wound and I winced a little, from the sting of whatever antiseptic she was using. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” She patted my shoulder. “You’re gonna need stitches. I’ll have to get the doctor.” 

While we waited for the doctor, she came back and put her hand in my hair, “Such nice thick hair.” My hair was finally coming back from my mohawk. She looked down at me and shook her head, “If I was your age…” She turned and left the room and came back with another nurse, “Feel his hair.’ So, this other attractive nurse was touching my hair. 

I had to go back to this clinic, because my wound got a little infected. I always had the same nurse and she continued flirting with me. “What am I going to do with you, Sam?” 

“What?” 

“You’ve been getting in the lake haven’t you?”

I sheepishly said, “Well, yeah, that’s kind of my job.” 

“Am I going to have to come down there to supervise you?” 

I was feeling bold and said, “Only if you wear a bikini…” 

She blushed a bit and the other nurse laughed. She said, “Oh, if I was your age, Sam.” 

“I’m an adult. I’m 19.” I was giving her flirty grin and she blushed. 

“I have a 19 year old daughter.”

“Oh yeah, does she look like you?” I grinned at her and she laughed and shook her head. 

“Do you want to meet her?” I could not believe it seemed like I was getting set up with her daughter. 

I shrugged, “Sure.” 

“She just got out of a long relationship and I’ve been encouraging her to get back in the saddle so to speak…” and she and another nurse laughed a little. 

I woke up one morning, and I had morning wood. I woke up thinking about Maura. I just kind of remembered how much I liked her sweaty scent, when I would fuck her after her soccer practice. I could kind of remember the lovely scent and the feeling of her hot, sticky skin those times. I stroked my dick and replayed in my head scenes of licking her pussy, fucking her on my dorm bed, with her face still red and hot from practice. 

Matt yelled from the living room of our shared cabin, “Dude, Sam…we’re about to drive down to the lake, man, hurry up…” 

I was jerking my dick faster, “Okay, I’m awake, just need to brush my teeth,” and then I jerked it faster until I shot cum into a tissue while thinking about Maura’s bald pussy. I quickly put on my swimsuit and then brushed my teeth, before running out to the truck, while they pretended to leave me behind, driving away as I went to get in. Then stopping. Then doing it again, while they all laughed at me.

That same day, I was out on this floating dock, that we used to lifeguard the deeper water, when I saw a girl ride up onto the beach on a fucking horse. There were horses to rent and take lessons or a group ride at this park and I guess she was an instructor. I saw her climb down and talk to my boss and then they seemed to be pointing at me. One of my coworkers came out in a rowboat, “Matt said for me to take your place. You have a visitor.” 

“Who is it?” 

“I assumed you knew that hot cowgirl who asked to see you.” 

I swam back to shore and walked up out of the water and onto the beach, carrying a buoy and just in my swimsuit. This girl was in a cowboy hat, wearing little denim shorts with cowboy boots and had t-shirt on with the sleeves rolled up to not get a farmer’s tan. She looked a lot like the race car driver, Danica Patrick, back when she was that age. As I walked up to her, she was giving me a thirsty look, definitely looking me up and down. She introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Dakota. My mom said I should meet you…she was right.” She giggled a little and bit her lip. 

I blushed and laughed a bit at that, “I’m Sam.” 

“I’ve heard.” 

My boss, Matt, said, “You can have 30 minutes off, Sam.” 

She had her horse tied up to a post and we walked over there, she petted it. I said, “I’ve never really been this close to a horse.” 

She grabbed my hand to have me pet the horse’s head a little, as it bent down. The wind kicked up a bit and it got slightly chilly and I noticed Dakota rubbing her arms a little to get warm. I ran into the lifeguard shack to grab one of my lifeguard sweatshirts for her, “Here you go Dakota. You look cold.” 

She looked pleased with the sweatshirt and put it on. It was pretty big on her, but she looked cute in it. “Thanks, Sam.” 

We walked around a little, with her horse following her. “So, you’re a horse girl?” 

She gave me a flirty look, “Yep I really like to ride.” Definitely the implication was ride my dick. She even made a little squatting motion up and down briefly, then burst out laughing. 

I replied in kind, “Just bounce up and down all day, huh.” 

She giggled at that, “I don’t know about all day, but yeah I’ll bounce up and down long enough.” She bit her lip a bit, squinting in the sun, smiling at me. 

I made a loud, “Phew…” kind of shocked at the conversation. We both laughed. I grinned at her,  “Do you ride bareback?” 

She blushed and giggled, “Um…that’s the best way…” and giggled some more. She touched my bare chest some, “I’ll have to tell my mom your chest looks really good. Really good.” She gave me some more flirty looks. 

“I might need you to inspect it really closely sometime.” 

She moved closer to me and ran her hand on the uninjured part of my chest some, she looked down towards my crotch and up my body again, “I’m gonna need to inspect everything.” 

“I’ll be honest, I’m kind of disappointed, you didn’t wear a swimsuit to come visit me,” looking down at her legs and then back up again. 

Dakota quietly said, “I have a feeling you’re gonna see my birthday suit before you see me in a swimsuit.” She burst out laughing and my eyes just went wide. 

I stammered, “Um…that would be nice…” She just giggled a bit and turned red. “Hey, uh…I guess I have to back to work, unfortunately.” 

“Yeah, me too. I have a group ride soon.” 

“I’d like to have an individual ride sometime.” I gave her a grin to let her know I was definitely talking about fucking. 

She got my drift and said, “Yeah, we’re gonna have a very private riding lesson, soon.” She gave me a hug and a tiny kiss on the lips. When she hugged me, I could just detect that she smelled a little tiny bit sweaty and hot. Just kind of dirty from horse back riding in the summer heat. It reminded me of Maura a bit, and I practically got a boner right there. She went to take off my sweatshirt, but I said, “You can borrow it. It’s chilly out.” 

“Thanks, Sam.” We exchanged phone numbers and we had another brief kiss, before she rode away on her horse. That was weird. 

That night, I got a phone call on this payphone we had in the cabin. It was Dakota. “Hey Sam, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, just reading a book.” 

“Reading a book…that’s different.”  She giggled a bit. “Hey, um…I want to come by and give you your sweatshirt back.” 

“Oh, okay. I mean, you don’t have to.” 

“No, I’d really like to give it back.” 

“Okay.” 

“I’ll come by in about 30 mins?” 

“Sure.” 

I was waiting on the porch of the cabin, and I was worried I was about to get dumped before our first date. It seemed like a bad sign that she wanted to give me my sweatshirt back already. She drove up the rocky trail to my cabin, in an enormous pick up truck. I’ve gotta say, I thought it was hot as fuck, seeing her drive that truck for some reason. I walked up to the truck and could see that she was wearing my sweatshirt. She said, “Hop in.” 

I climbed up into the cab on the passenger side, “Nice truck.” 

“Thanks. Gotta have something to tow the horse trailer.” 

She drove slowly, down the rugged trail until we hit a gravel road and then eventually pavement. She had some country music. I’ve never been a fan, but it was kind of old school country and it wasn’t bad. “What kind of music do you like, Sam?”, as she went through the stations a bit. 

“Punk.” 

She laughed out loud, “You’re kidding.” 

“Not at all. I like that and some alternative type stuff. I had a mohawk a little while ago.”

She laughed in shock, “I’m glad you don’t now.” 

I looked over and could see her nice, bare legs where the sweatshirt ended on her upper thighs. She pulled into a farm field in the middle of nowhere, then climbed into the back seat of the crew cab on her truck. I joined her back there, and we started kissing. My hand slid down her back side to feel her ass some and she climbed into my lap, straddling me. My hands were on her ass and I moved them down below the sweatshirt and I was confused. I was feeling bare ass cheeks. No shorts. No underwear. 

She giggled, as she saw my look of shock at the discovery that she wasn’t wearing anything under my sweatshirt. “Oh yeah, I said I was going to give this back…” and she slipped it off, so that she was completely naked on my lap. 

“Holy smokes…” 

She giggled at my reaction. I ran my hands all over her fit, naked body. I think I shook my head and said, “Whoa,” in shock at how quickly that all happened. She giggled and said, “Summer is short.” We kissed some, while my hands went down to her nice ass cheeks. I flipped her onto her back in the big back seat of this pick up truck, so I could eat her out. She had neatly trimmed brown bush and I enjoyed licking her pussy, while she squeezed her own nipples and moved her legs around. 

Dakota bent over to suck my dick some, but not very long, because she climbed on my lap and rode my dick. Let me tell you, girls who ride horses know how to ride dick different. I’m not kidding, having her straddle my lap and bounce on my dick was something else. I was kind of just sitting there in awe, as she worked her magic on my dick, with perfect rhythm and control. She was holding my shoulder with one hand and I swear it looked like she was riding a horse the way she moved her hips around with a practiced rhythm and grace. She looked at my face and smiled like she was proud of her riding skills, seeing the faces I was probably making, my little whimpers and moans, as she worked her slick pussy up and down my dick. I grabbed her buttcheeks, and we kissed. 

I panted out, “Um…Dakota…I’m gonna cum…” She just stayed on my dick, while I grunted and shot cum inside her. We sat there, kissing for a bit, with my cock inside her, until she quietly said, “I should go home.” 

“Yeah, I have to get up early tomorrow.” 

Dakota picked up my sweatshirt, “By the way, I hope you don’t want this back tonight, because I don’t have any other clothes with me,” giggling. 

“You can keep it, Dakota.” 

She dropped me off at my cabin and she climbed out of the truck to give me a nice hug and kiss goodnight. I watched her climb back up into this big truck with a big grin on her face and waved goodbye to her in the lights of her truck. I went to bed and laid in the dark wondering how she was going to break my heart. Maybe she couldn’t. Maybe I didn’t have one anymore. 

I met up with Keira one evening, after dinner. She was still working at the ice cream shop, because it stayed open later than other parts of the park. She saw me walking up, “Sam, is that the same t-shirt you wore to the movie?” She was joking about how my t-shirt got cum on it.

I smirked, “No…that is in the laundry.” 

There were some people around, so she said, “I guess that vanilla ice cream you got all over it left a big ole crusty stain.” 

I smirked, “You were sort of the one who got it all over my shirt.” 

Keira giggled at that, “I was just holding it and all the sudden…whoops…” she giggled and made hand gesture. 

“You were kind of moving it around a lot and then it spilled.”

She snorted laughing. 

“I’d take my chances on that happening again, if you want to hang out tonight.” 

Keira giggled a bit and said, “This time I’ll make sure to get all of the ice cream in my mouth.” 

I laughed at that, but Keira’s coworker, another young woman her age, gave us a wry look and said, “Okay, it’s pretty obvious you’re not talking about ice cream.” 

“When do you get off of work, Keira?” 

Her coworker was standing behind her in the window and said, “You can go now and I can close up. It seems like the rush has died down.” 

Keira got us a big soft serve ice cream cone to share, and we walked down some trails to a sort of isolated picnic table near the lake. She kissed me with some soft serve on her lips, sharing the cone that way. It was a beautiful evening and you could hear the frogs croaking, some little splashes in the lake. Keira was wearing a very short denim skirt and a top that exposed her stomach. 

I sat on top of this picnic table and she stood between my legs kissing me. Our hands wandered a bit and I enjoying roaming my hands over her small tits and ass. Keira looked around to see that no one was around, handed me the ice cream cone, then I felt her unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. She freed my now hard cock and stroked it a few times, while we kissed. She gave the cone a seductive lick, while I held it, getting a bunch of soft serve in her mouth, and then she went down on me. I made a little gasp, as her cold mouth engulfed my dick. She sucked it a bit and pulled her lips off with a slurp. 

“Did you like that, Sam?” 

“Yeah, its kinda like someone using an ice cube.” 

Keira took a big mouthful of soft serve again and went back down on my dick again. I let out an involuntary sharp breath at the shock of the cold wet on my hard cock, then feeling it get warmer, as she swallowed the ice cream and her mouth warmed up a little. She just kept sucking it until I whimpered out, “I’m about to cum,” and she just took it all in her mouth and swallowed it. 

“Let me do it to you, Keira…” 

She grinned and took my place on the table top. I sat at the bench, between her legs. I helped her get her panties off. They were cute striped panties, blue and white stripes. I got some ice cream in my mouth and then licked her pussy. Keira made a little gasp, as I licked her clit with my cold tongue. I leaned back to slip a finger inside her. She was holding the cone and she moved it closer to my mouth, giggling a little. 

“Oh yeah, you like that?” 

She nodded her head yes, so I took another mouthful of ice cream and went back to licking her. I kept licking her and we forgot about the ice cream, while I just ate her out. I had her skirt pushed up, her legs spread and my face in there, sucking on her clit, while she whimpered and moaned. Finally she panted, “Sam, let’s fuck…” 

I stood up quickly, my hard dick was already out, but I shoved down my shorts a little more and slid it in her wet pussy. We hugged, as I stood in between her legs, with her sitting on the table top. We kissed some, and nibbled on each other’s necks some, while I slowly thrusted in and out of her slick hole. We both made little moans, as the sun went down over the lake and mountains. 

I think she could tell I was getting close, both of us grinding our crotches together, “You can cum inside, Sam…” Soon after that, I grunted and came inside her. She trapped me between her thin legs, and we continued kissing and hugging each other. I felt her pussy squeezing my dick. 

We never said we were dating, but it sure seemed like we were. We would see each other often and while there was plenty of sex, we also just held hands some and acted more romantic than just a hook up. I guess that is why I was pretty stunned one night only about a week into it, when I walked down to the beach with some people. We were just drinking some beers and we laughed when we saw that there was a couple out in the water, skinny dipping in the dark. Their clothes were piled up on the beach. I stopped laughing when I realized Keira was one of those two people. She was out there, naked with some guy, wrapped around him. She saw me up on the beach. I could tell she saw me. The others were hooting a bit, embarrassing the two skinny dippers. I just walked away. I knew she’d break my heart. I did not expect her to do it that way and so quickly. So, I didn’t have any ice cream for the rest of the summer. 

She found me alone a few days later, “Sam can we talk?” 

“Don’t talk to me.”

“We never said we were exclusive.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. You got me on a technicality there, huh?” 

“Are you mad at me?” 

“No, I’m just pretty sad about the whole thing.” 

She came up to me like she was going to hug me, and I held a hand out to stop her, “No way.” 

“Come on, Sam. We had such a nice time together.” She paced around trying to explain herself. “It’s just the summer, Sam. We’re all just a bunch of young people here for the summer. I was talking to him before you and then I really wanted to be with you….and then I fucked up…I won’t see him anymore…” I sat on a picnic table and she sat a little away from me, knowing I did not want her touching me. “I would really rather just be with you, Sam. I don’t even know why I was with him.” 

“You know, I actually kind of knew you would break my heart, just did not expect it to happen this way. I’m glad it happened so quickly, before I really fell for you.” 

She started crying and I left her sitting there, to go back to my cabin. 

So, I fucked Brittany, because why not. It happened one night, when all of the lifeguards were hanging out together, having a fire in front of my cabin. We were drinking some beers and, at first, it was just the guys. One of the guys told me to bring out my acoustic guitar and I played some stuff that I thought people would know. I did, The Ramones, “Bonzo Goes to Bitburg,” and some of the guys sang along with me. I did, “I wanna be sedated,” because everyone knows that The female lifeguards lived in the cabin next door, and came outside to have beers when they heard us making a ruckus. I did the Cure, “Just like heaven,” since I knew a lot of girls at college seemed to like it. The girls did like it, but a bunch of the guys were asking for some classic rock. 

“Don’t you know any Zeppelin?” 

Then my boss, Matt, surprised me. He really had the same taste in music, as me. He was probably 25, had done an enlistment in the Army prior to working here. He was a big dude, who gave off a sort of tough vibe. Not too tough, but just surprised me when he requested the Smiths and then sang along with me. He had long hair and a beard, since he could not do that while he was in the Army, and was just kind of a big bear of a man. 

Matt said, “I’ve heard you practicing some Smiths songs in your room.” 

I sheepishly said, “Yeah, I like em. Johnny Marr is really great guitar player.” 

Matt said, “I heard you playing, ‘Please, Please, Please, Let me get what I want…’” I was surprised he recognized my practice, because I was just playing the guitar part, too embarrassed to just sing in my room without a bunch of beers and a fire. Especially stuff like that. 

I started playing it and singing it, because I was buzzed enough to not care about singing in front of these lifeguards that were a bunch of meat heads mostly. One of the other guys said, “Dude…what the fuck is this…so lame…” 

A couple of the girls said they liked it, but Matt said, “Everyone, shut the fuck up this is my jam. Start again Sam.” 

I laughed and started up again. Matt and I belted it out trying to emulate Morrissey’s voice. The girls were amused. Some giggled, but some seemed to be digging it, including Brittany, who seemed to be giving me a sexy, sort of amused look. It’s a short song, and when it ended, Matt asked for it again. So, we did it again. It turned out another guy knew it and he joined in. Over the course of the summer, that song actually became sort of a drinking tradition for the lifeguards, and people would have been amused to hear a whole bunch of these dudes belting that out over and over again, sometimes along with the CD on a boombox and sometimes with me playing guitar. 

That night, Matt requested all of the Smiths songs I knew, so we did “Bigmouth Strikes Again” and “The Boy with the Thorn in his side”. Big ole Matt stood and slowly spun around with a beer in one hand, and sang his heart out to all of them with me. I finally got to the last one I really knew, “I Won’t Share You.” I should have known not to play it, but you know, I was having fun, drinking a bit, there was so much mirth in the air…I really thought I could just do it. I got a bit into it and Matt was singing too, and I saw everyone around the fire, but my fucking mind was not there, my mind was in Deirdre’s bedroom the day I showed her that I learned it. She was laying on her bed, after school, changed into some sweatpants and a little cropped t-shirt. I surprised her by playing it, sitting on her bed, while she laid on her back with her head on her pillow. She smiled and kind of quietly mouthed the words while I sang and played guitar. When I finished, she grinned at me, and said, “Again.” I bent down to kiss her lips softly and then I sat up to play it again. I played it again and I noticed she was moving to it a little and her hand wandered down beneath the waist of her sweatpants and she was touching herself, while I played and sang for her. When I finished, I was looking at her and she panted out, “again,” and giggled. She was still touching herself. 

I played guitar and grinned down at her, while she touched herself and occasionally managed to quietly sing along, “oh my god…again, Sam…” and she writhed around to her own touches.  I’m not sure how many times I played it, but eventually I set down my guitar and fucked her. Really though, we didn’t fuck, we made love. We kissed and I slowly thrusted in and out of her and when I came, she said, “again…” 

At the fire, my eyes started leaking like they always did. I stopped a second and said, “Phew…”, as I dabbed at my eyes a bit. 

One of the guys looked shocked and said, “Dude is crying…” 

Matt pointed at him and said, “If you’ve never cried to music, you’re weird.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “You okay dude?” 

“Yeah, let me try it again.” I decided to just plow through it all the way from the start and I did keep streaming tears down my face a bit, but I just kept playing, Matt singing when I couldn’t. I wanted to cry. 

When we finished, I was wiping my tears with my t-shirt and Matt sat next to me on this bench, and said, “Is it a girl?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Keira?” 

I laughed out loud, “Fuck no…not her…that song reminds me of someone special…and honestly, I’ll be really sad, if someday that song doesn’t make me cry.” 

Matt said, “That’s beautiful, man.” 

I put away the guitar and, as I sat on the bench, Brittany came over to me, and sat next to me, “That was really good, Sam.” 

“Thanks.” 

“I’m surprised. I thought you were shy…” she was smiling at me. 

“I told you I wasn’t that shy.” 

“I was wondering, if you could show me how not shy you are?” 

Brittany led me down the trail to the lake, and everyone else stayed back at the fire, knowing what we were probably up to. We got down to the sandy beach and stood hugging and kissing a bit. There were a few picnic tables on the beach, and Brittany sat on the top of one. I moved in front of her, kissed her and felt her nice tits over top of her shirt. We kissed some more, then I stepped back and took off my t-shirt. Brittany giggled at that and bit her lip, “Hmmm, maybe not totally shy…” 

I slipped off my shorts, and since I was not wearing underwear, I was stark naked with a boner, in the light of the moon and stars. Brittany giggled and said, “Maybe not shy at all…” 

I put my hands on my hips and moved around to make my hard dick bounce around like helicopter dick, and she clapped her hands and laughed. I turned around and ran into the lake, showing her my pale white butt. I waded out into chest deep water, then turned towards shore, to see that Brittany was now stripping off her clothes. Once she was naked, she jogged down into the water, her nice tits bouncing a little, as she moved. She waded out to me and wrapped herself around me. We kissed and felt each other’s skin, under the water. My dick was trapped between us and I could feel it in her little strip of bush or pressed into her stomach, as I slowly walked her around like that. 

Brittany let go of me and gracefully swam out to a floating dock in the deeper water. She was a good swimmer, as a lifeguard, and I liked to see her smooth strokes barely disturbing the shimmering water, bathed in moonlight, as she made her way out to the dock. I stood there watching, because it was a nice sight, but then joined her, as she reached the dock and pulled herself up onto it. 

I slipped up onto the dock with her, and she laid down on her back, the two of us kissing under the stars. I made my way down to those nice tits and sucked on them. Then down lower, so I could lick her pussy. She parted her legs for me, and slid her knees pointed at the stars, so I could get in there and lick and suck on her clit. Brittany squeezed her own breasts some, and moved around, her hips thrusting her pussy up and down in time with my licks. “Mmmmm…Sam…mmmm…” She was kind of trying to be quiet, so the noise of her moaning would not carry across the lake. After she came, I moved up her body and slid my dick inside her in missionary. It kind of hurt my knees, on this metal floating dock, but I didn’t care, I was enjoying fucking Brittany under the stars. The floating dock rocked up and down from my thrusting and made slapping noises on the dark lake water. She wrapped her legs up around me, and we kissed while fucking there. I finally came inside her, then slipped out of her to let my knees have a break from the metal. 

I laid on my back, next to her, with my dick still mostly hard. We kissed, then she grinned at me, and slid down to suck my dick. I enjoyed looking up at the Milky Way, while she bobbed her head up and down on my dick. When she got me fully hard again, she slid up onto of my dick, guiding it into herself, and rode me on the floating dock. I reached up to feel her nice tits, as she bounced up and down on my dick. I saw her hand drift down and she touched her own clit, while riding me. She had my dick fully in her, rubbing her clit and rocking her hips back forth, while I roamed my hands over her bare hips and ass. She arched her head upwards and made a strained, “oh my god…” and I shot cum in her, while she got herself off. 

We swam back to shore together until we could stand, holding hands, as we walked up the beach to the picnic table. We stood kissing a minute and my dick started swelling again, feeling her slippery bare skin. I felt her hand on it and she grinned at me, while stroking it. I bent her over the picnic table and fucked her from behind. I grabbed her hips, while she held herself up with her arms on the picnic table, and I pounded her, while she moaned, “fuck…yeah…Sam…fuck me…” I started pounding her fast and hard and came inside her a third time. 

Then, we got dressed, and walked back up to the cabins, where everyone was still up drinking beers by the fire. After another beer, I grabbed my guitar, inspired by fucking Brittany, and I played/sang, “Under the Milky Way Tonight,” by the Church. Everyone knew that song and liked it, but only Brittany knew why I was singing it, and she smiled and giggled, while I did. 

I swore off women when the school year ended. Nothing permanent. Let’s be real, I enjoy the company of women too much for that, but I really earnestly intended to not date or even hookup with any girls for at least a few months. Just kind of take some time to get over Deirdre and also Maura. Maura and I never said we loved each other. Both of us were still having complicated feelings about our exes, so we did not. But, sometimes I thought about how maybe it was weird that we never said that. What we had was a lot more than just hooking up. She was also just a really good friend. Needless to say, losing Maura did not improve my overall disposition. 

I was kind of a cranky motherfucker and I decided to take a job in another state to get the fuck away from my town. I did not want to run into Deirdre, dating some other dude, that would just be too much, if I saw her with another guy. My mom was kind of upset that I decided to be away from home for the summer, but she seemed to understand my logic. 

I drove off to another state, borrowing a car from my parents, and it felt really good. I drove off into the countryside, down the interstate, listening to music, deep in my own thoughts. I felt kind of lonely, but in a good way, that is hard to describe. I listened to the Smiths a little in the portable disc player I had with an auxiliary cable to the cassette deck. I was enjoying hearing, “I know it’s over…” really wallowing in that sadness about losing Deirdre forever.

 I finally arrived at a beautiful part of the drive, through a river valley, the windy road hugging the river. The river was so beautiful, I pulled off the road, changed into a swimsuit and hopped in the river by myself for a bit. It was quite cold in the early summer, but the air temperature was warm enough to make it tolerable. I jumped off big rocks into some deeper pools and then laid there warming up in the sun, before finishing the drive to my new job. As I laid there, on a smooth slanted rock, enjoying the warm sun, I thought to myself that I was perfectly content alone. I didn’t need a girl. I put in the Pixies, Doolittle album and listened to “Here Comes Your Man,” which was a lot more upbeat than the Smiths and I smiled and sang along with the sunroof open and the windows down, while shifting gears taking the corners of this windy road. 

My summer job was working as a lifeguard at this big lake in a big state park. They provided me with housing in a shared cabin with some other male lifeguards. We partied with the female lifeguards, who were in a separate cabin nearby. There were also guys and girls in other cabins, who worked in the vending areas, selling souvenirs and ice cream. It was kind of like being at college, except that we worked instead of going to class. There was a ton of hooking up going on right away and some people getting into actual relationships. It was maybe not a great place to decide to avoid getting entangled with a woman, because there were plenty of attractive available women my age there. 

I tried to avoid it, I really did. There was one of my fellow lifeguards, Brittany, who was quite beautiful and she definitely wanted to hook up with me. She had already hooked up with at least one of the other male lifeguards, but seemed to see me as a fun challenge. Everyone knew my story, that I was heartbroken and trying not to hook up. 

We had a lifeguard shack down near the lake, where we could take turns having a break out of the sun and it was also a locker room for us to store our things or change clothes. One late afternoon, we were done for the day and I was in the locker room area, drying off and getting the sand off my feet. Brittany was the only other person there, everyone else already gone for the day. Brittany looked a bit like she could have been on Bay watch, a blond girl with nice sized tits, and a fit body. She was wearing a one piece red lifeguard swimsuit. I was sitting on a bench, putting on some shoes, when she shocked me by taking off her swimsuit. She took it off and was stark naked in front of me. I tried to stare down at the floor and not stare at her, as she changed into regular clothes, but she got my attention by speaking to me. 

“How come you never talk to me, Sam?” 

I looked up and she was sliding on a pair of panties, her beautiful tits exposed to me. I saw her tiny strip of blond bush, before her underwear covered it. She gave me a grin that let me know, she was doing this on purpose. She wanted me to see her naked. 

I quietly said, “Uh…I talk to you.” 

She laughed, “You’re so quiet and shy.” I glanced up again and saw her putting on a bra. 

“I’m not that shy…it just takes me a bit to warm up to people.” 

“You’re shy with me, not the boys.” She was grinning at me, and sliding on some shorts. 

I kind of sheepishly said, “I dunno, I guess I get nervous around girls sometimes.” 

She giggled, “Girls you have a crush on?” 

I laughed, “Why do you think I have a crush on you?” 

“You’re always looking at me, and then looking away when I make eye contact.” 

“Sorry…I’m not really looking to date any girls this summer.” 

She laughed out loud, “Who is talking about dating?” She winked at me. 

I awkwardly laughed and felt my face get hot, as I must have blushed. This was not going to be easy. 

Brittany sighed at me, with her hands on her hips, clearly exasperated that I had not just taken the opportunity to fuck her right then and there with her not at all subtle flirting. “Can you drive me into town and drop me off at the pharmacy, so I can get a refill on my birth control pills?” 

Fuck. “Yes, I can.” 

She looked irritated with me, as we went out to this huge old chevy suburban that was painted red and white with a lifeguard symbol on it. We shared a couple of big old trucks to get back and forth from the cabins, which were on a rough trail, that a regular car would have some difficulty navigating. When I dropped her off, she said, “Can you or someone else come back and get me in a couple of hours? I’m just going to do some shopping, while I am in town.” 

“Sure.” 

She smiled at me in a flirty way, “Oh and Sam… “

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t be shy.” She winked at me, and turned to walk off, swaying her ass a bit as she walked. I had to sit there a minute and she turned to catch me watching her ass. I went back to my cabin and jerked off in the shower, remembering Brittany’s beautiful naked body. 

I had a bigger problem than Brittany, though. Well, actually a smaller problem. There was this girl, named Keira, who worked in the ice cream vending area. She was this skinny little spitfire of a girl. She had long brown hair, these sparkly blue eyes that were kind of unique looking with her hair color, and some freckles. She had nice pink lips, kind of thin lips, but a cute smile with slightly imperfect teeth that I liked. Keira was pretty skinny, with small tits and a cute butt. Nice, long thin legs, that were usually display, as she would wear tiny denim shorts most days. She had a pair that were baggy around her legs, but very short and had some holes exposing more skin. 

Keira was boisterous to put it mildly. Kind of a pain in the ass with tons of attitude. I thought she was kind of hot, and she liked me. She showed it by relentlessly making fun of me. I would go to the ice cream shop, because it was hot out and I have to admit, because I wanted to see Keira. It would have been smarter to avoid the ice cream shop. I knew Keira could break my heart. If nothing else, I would fall fast and hard for her and then we would break up at the end of the summer, or sooner. One or both of us would get hurt. Probably me. 

The first time I walked up to the ice cream counter, Keira said, “What can I get for you, Sam?” 

“How did you know my name?” We had never met. I’d seen her around the staff lodging area. 

Keira laughed at me, “Well, dumb fuck, your name is on your lifeguard shirt.” 

I looked down at my t-shirt and nodded my head yes. “Yeah, I forgot about that.” 

Another girl back there yelled, “Be nice to him…he’s very sad about a breakup.” Word had gotten around because I think I just stayed away from the girls on staff, and gave off pretty sad vibes. 

Keira said, “Awwww…let me guess…it was your high school sweetheart and she was your first lay, so now you’re broken?” She said it in a very mocking tone and I could not help, but laugh slightly. 

“Something like that…” 

“Do you want a cup or a cone?” 

“A cone, I guess.”

She grabbed a cup instead, “Cones are stupid. You get ice cream all on your fingers. Besides you get more ice cream in a cup. What flavor do you want?” 

“Chocolate, I guess.” 

“Chocolate is weak. You need peanut butter chocolate.” She started scooping that instead. 

I kind of laughed that she completely ignored my order. “Do you just ignore everyone’s order here?” 

“No, just you.” She grinned at me. She went to hand me the cup, but then moved it up towards her pretty mouth and made a very sensual lick on my ice cream, before handing it to me. I’ll be honest that I felt my dick move the way she did that while looking right at me. I didn’t get fully hard, but it swelled slightly. 

“Do you take a sample of everyone’s ice cream?” 

She gave me kind of a sexy look, as she leaned down on the counter lower, “If I see something I want, I take it…” and she kept looking at me. 

Well, this was not going to be easy. I liked her attitude, I have to admit. I turned to walk away and she yelled, “See you tomorrow, Samuel…” She annunciated my full name dramatically. 

“How do you know I’ll be back tomorrow?” 

“You know you love me…you’ll be back.” 

I shook my head and waved goodbye, as I walked away a bit stunned by Keira’s brash attitude and behavior. She was a terrible idea. 

I did come back the next day. I tried not to. I didn’t even want ice cream. I’m not very good at avoiding women. Why was I talking to her. Nothing good could come from it. Because she’s hot and you want to fuck her, Sam. That was my internal monologue, on my way to the ice cream window. 

Keira gave me a smug grin, as I walked up. I had no shirt on, just my swim trunks, and she grinned at me as I walked up. “I knew you’d be back, Sam.” She was kind of looking me up and down. 

“Can I get a cup of peanut butter chocolate?” 

She grabbed a cone instead, “You know cups are stupid, because you can’t eat them.” 

She scooped me some vanilla. Once again, she made a very sensual lick of my ice cream while giving me a sexy look. She got some on her lips on purpose and made a point of licking that off. She leaned down to hand it to me and seemed to be eyeing my bare torso. “You didn’t wear your lifeguard shirt today?” 

I shrugged, “Yeah, it’s hot out and I was working. I just walked over here.” 

“I think you’re showing off for me.” 

“Ha ha, so funny Keira. This is literally what I wear all day.” 

“I bet you stood in the mirror in the lifeguard shack and flexed your muscles.” 

“Shut up Keira.” 

“Yeah, you did and you practiced ordering ice cream from me.” 

I shook my head and waved goodbye to her. 

She yelled after me, “I like it Sam. I like that you didn’t wear a shirt.” The other girl in the shop was giggling and said, “What is wrong with you, Keira.” 

The next day I wore a shirt and she ignored me when I came up to the counter. “Hey Keira, I’d like a cup of that ice cream with the pretzels in it.” 

She just stood there giving me an annoyed look. “What is going on Keira?” 

She reluctantly spoke, “You don’t get to wear a shirt when you order here.” 

I sighed and took off my shirt. 

“How can I help you Sam?” 

“A cup of the ice cream with the pretzels, please.” 

Keira actually got me my order. I was almost disappointed. 

“You got me my order…” 

She leaned way down and took a lick of it as usual, looking me in the eyes. “I’m very good at following instructions.” How is this girl so fucking sexy all the time. 

Keira looked down at my t-shirt in my hand, “I want your t-shirt.” 

“You’re not a lifeguard.” 

“What am I going to get arrested for impersonating a lifeguard?” 

“Yeah, I’ll cuff you up myself.” 

She held out her delicate wrists towards me, like she wanted to be cuffed, “I’d like to see that.” 

I shrugged and gave her my t-shirt. I had a bunch. She actually got a little giddy and looked around to see that there were no families nearby. She slipped off the t-shirt she was wearing and I liked seeing her bare abs, the cute bra she was wearing. She put on my lifeguard shirt, which was quite big on her. 

One day, I was lifeguarding down at the beach, when Keira showed up with a friend. They set up their towels on the sand, right near the big lifeguard chair. She laid on her stomach and I was having trouble not staring at her mostly exposed ass cheeks. She had a small butt, but it looked good at the top of those long thin legs. 

Keira eventually got up and walked up to my lifeguard chair, “You never leave me alone, Sam.” 

“What?” 

“I mean you come by the ice cream shop every day. Now, I come to the beach on my day off, and you’re here staring at me.” 

“I work here.” 

“Doesn’t seem like you’re working right now. You’re just flirting with a pretty girl.”

“I’m literally sitting here, watching the people out there.” 

“And my butt.” 

I probably turned red and my boss, Matt, who was sitting next to me, laughed. Matt said, “Hey, Sam, if you’re gonna be talking to your little girlfriend, how about you take her out in a boat and reset the anchors on that floating dock while you flirt.” He winked at me. Matt was in his mid 20s and he was possibly even hornier than me. He was trying to set me up with this girl. 

Keira clapped her hands excitedly at that. 

I climbed down grumbling, “She’s not my girlfriend…I wasn’t flirting.” 

We got in one of the big lifeguard rowboats and I rowed her out to the floating dock. She sat on the bench in the stern, with her legs kind of spread for balance with the waves from the wind in the afternoon. She had her hands braced on the stern, leaned back onto her arms. She looked good in her little bikini, the tiny top, just barely covering her small tits. I could not help but look at her crotch some, as I sat facing her and seeing that tiny bit of material covering her pussy at the top of her long legs. She looked really pretty with her hair blowing in the wind. 

When we got close to the floating dock, I scrambled back to the stern and grabbed the buoy marking the anchor. I pulled on the rope a bit, then handed it to Keira. “Hold this, and drop it when I tell you.” 

I rowed away from the floating dock to pull it taught and then said, “You can drop it now.” She just flopped her whole body into the water with it. 

“Keira, what are you doing? You’re outside the swimming area…” 

She was treading water, “I have a lifeguard with me.” 

I was just giving her an exasperated look. 

“The water feels good.”

“Come back here…” 

She swam away from me and grabbed the back side of the floating dock, just hanging out in the water. “You’ll have to rescue me.” 

“You seem like you can swim just fine.” 

She pretended to struggle. I maneuvered the boat so that I could clip it to the buoy and then I hopped in the water and swam over to her. I also grabbed the back of the floating dock and we were close to each other, looking at each other. She very suddenly moved to aggressively kiss me. I had one hand on the floating dock and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, kissing me. Good job, Sam. What was that two whole weeks of swearing off women? One of my hands drifted down to feel the exposed skin of her butt. 

We stopped kissing and I noticed that Keira had a funny grin on her face. Her legs wrapped even tighter around me, trapping me, and then I noticed that the lake water got warmer. She was peeing. She giggled, as I got a shocked look on my face. I don’t know why, but it turned me on. She fucking peed on me. I didn’t even try to break free. We were just looking at each other giggling. Obviously, it was quite dilute in the millions of gallons of lake water, and it somehow turned me on to feel the warmth come from her crotch. We kissed some more and then I said, “I really need to get back to work.” 

“Yes, I would like to go to the movie tonight with you.” 

“Uh…okay.” 

“It’s the Outsiders. Playing at the outdoor theater. You’re taking me.” 

“Sweet, I like that movie.” 

We went to the Outsiders and it was in this cool, outdoor movie theater with big logs for seats. It was just a cleared area in the woods, with big evergreen trees around, but you could look up and see the stars, while watching the movie. We took a seat way in the back, pretty sure both of us knew we might want some privacy. She had brought a big wool blanket to snuggle in against the chilly night air. We sat down next to each other, in the grass, using the big log as a backrest, and we snuggled up under the blanket. We did not make it through the previews, before we started making out. Keira used her hand to turn my face to her and gave me a really nice kiss on the lips, then smiled at me nervously. I kissed her back, and pretty soon, I felt her hand rubbing my crotch over top of my shorts. My shorts were baggy and I felt her hand slide up the leg. I was not wearing underwear. I did not wear underwear that summer because I discovered that I would get a rash from being wet most of the day in my swimsuit. If I did not wear underwear, in my off time, the rash went away. She giggled, as she discovered the easy access to my now hard dick, her delicate, thin fingers wrapping around it. 

It was kind of an awkward angle for a handjob and she whispered in my ear, “You need to pull down your shorts a little.” I was wearing shorts with an elastic waist, and I shoved them down a little, exposing my hard dick out the top. She looked down into the blanket to see it and then she grabbed it again. I moved my hand up over top of her little tits, then down to her butt. She was wearing her denim shorts, and I slid my hand up between her legs. The shorts were baggy enough around her legs, that I could get my fingers up to rub her pussy a little through her panties. She let go of my dick and grinned at me, while she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. I slid my hand down into her panties, feeling her little bit of bush, then slipped my finger inside her wet pussy. Her hand went back on my dick and our arms sort of crossed over each other, while I fingered her and she jerked me off. 

I had already jerked off twice that day, once in the morning and once when I took my lunch break, and it took awhile for her to make me cum. Her hand felt so good on it, that I was happy about that and it gave me time to get her off, before I busted my nut. We kissed sometimes and sometimes we looked at each other, while we both made little faces of pleasure, our faces lit with flickering movie screen light, sometimes brighter and sometimes darker. Sometimes she bit her lower lip. Sometimes her brow furrowed a bit, as I slid my slippery fingers around her clit. She breathed harder. Her legs squirmed around under the blanket. I slipped two fingers inside her as she got more aroused and wetter. We were the only ones in that back row and there was a scattered crowd in the seats in front of us. The movie was loud enough to mask any noises we made, as we got each other off with our hands. 

She looked at me, breathing in and out of her nose, while biting her lip. Her head rolled back some, as her legs squeezed my hand. She made a whimper or two that only I heard, as she tried not to be louder than the movie. She leaned in to kiss me and I kept moving my fingers on her very wet pussy. She kind of collapsed her head onto my shoulder and whispered, “Oh…oh…Sam…” while she had some smaller orgasms. I pulled my slick fingers out of her underwear and she rolled to be more comfortable jerking me off. She smiled, as she looked down into the blanket to see my hard dick in the light of the movie. She jerked me faster and I shot cum on my t-shirt. We kissed, and she kept stroking my dick for a bit. We both looked down at my cummy shirt and dick and giggled a bit. I shrugged and wiped my dick off on my shirt. Oh well. Worth it. 

I was kind of surprised when she licked the little bit of cum off her fingers. She zipped her shorts again and I pulled up my shorts and then we snuggled up and actually watched the movie. That part was the worst part, because I really enjoyed it, snuggling with her. This was more like a real date and not just a hookup. Probably would have been smarter to just fuck Brittany. 

It was the early 90s, so Deirdre and I only communicated via letters and the very occasional phone call, which certainly contributed to us breaking up. She called one night after I started seeing Maura.

I was very surprised to hear her on the phone, “Deirdre, hey…how are you doing?”

“Good, I just…we hadn’t talked in awhile and I thought I would call.”

I feel like we both would sit there waiting to see if the other person was seeing someone.

“It’s great to hear your voice, Deirdre.”

“Aw, thanks. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“So, what are you up to Sam?”

“Uh… the band has been getting some gigs. Really I have been having fun with those guys.”

“Thats cool.”

It got quiet for a minute, then Deirdre said, “Are you seeing someone?”

“Uh…yeah, I am. Kind of casual.”

“I heard through the grapevine.”

“Sorry.”

“I’m seeing someone too."

I felt like vomiting hearing that, “Oh…great…that’s…I’m happy for you.”

I heard Deirdre sigh and she sounded like she was crying slightly, “Sam, I feel like this is awful.”

“What?”

“Like…I fucking don’t want to hear about you dating some hot soccer girl.”

“Same.”

She sniffled and then joked, “I don’t date hot soccer girls.”

I was kind of crying slightly, but laughed, “You know what I mean. I hate hearing about you with another guy. What are you saying Deirdre?”

“Like…we broke up because long distance didn’t work and now…this doesn’t work either.”

“I…um don’t know what to say…”

“I feel like maybe we just shouldn’t…” she sobbed a minute and said, “maybe we shouldn’t talk at all.”

I grabbed a random t-shirt to sop up the wet tears on my face, “Um…that sucks.”

“Sam, I can’t get over you when we stay in touch. It resets the clock every time we talk or I get a letter.”

“I can’t get over you. I cry like a big baby any time I think about you.”

“Thanks for being my boyfriend. It was awesome.” 

“Thanks for being my girl. Best girlfriend ever.” 

“I’ll always love you Sam.”

“I’ll always love you too, Deirdre.” And that was it.

I was in a pretty shit mood after that call and I didn’t get to see Maura until the next day. I guess I could have called her or gone by her dorm. The next day, I was hanging out with her in her dorm room and I said, “Uh, I want to tell you something…I just don’t want to hide something from you…”

Maura gave me a suspicious look.

“I…uh…I talked to Deirdre last night.”

Maura kept looking at me suspiciously.

“Um…I’m telling you this because I wouldn’t cheat on you and so I’m letting you know I talked to my ex.”

“Okay.”

“It was fucking horrible and um we’re never talking ever again. Like not just broken up…we’re fucking done done, not even friends.” I was getting a little teary talking about it. 

“Oh Sam, I’m sorry. Maybe it will be good for you, though?” She snuggled me some on top of her bed. Her roommate, Kim came back to the dorm room eventually and Maura said, "Is it okay if Sam sleeps over here tonight? I promise we will not have sex."

Kim giggled at that, "Yeah, he can sleep over. What's up with the sensitive punk? He's looking extra sensitive." That actually made me chuckle.

"He talked to his ex, and they've agreed to just not talk at all anymore."

Kim gave me a little pat on the leg, "That sucks, but it seems like the right thing. Might help you get over it.”

We didn't have sex that night, true to our word, but Maura snuggled with me all night, which was a nice treat, because we usually only slept together maybe once a week or so. It was getting later in the school year, and the next day the weather was nice and warm. Maura and I had lab together, and I walked her to her soccer practice afterwards. I set down her huge gym bag, and we hugged and kissed goodbye.

"Hey Maura, do you mind if I sit up in the stands and read my literature assignment, watch your practice some?"

She bit her lip some looking at me, "You like watching my practice?"

"yeah, I like seeing you get all hot and sweaty running around."

Maura giggled at that, "Sure, go right ahead."

There were other people hanging out too, because it was nice out and it was nice place to sit in the sun. Maura got really red faced and sweaty. I walked up to her, as she packed up her stuff to leave the practice field. I guess I was giving her a horny grin.

She looked at me with a funny look, "What are you grinning at?"

I leaned in, to whisper, "Um...this is really hot..." gesturing at her.

Maura giggled and moved her leg around in a flirty way, "Sam..."

"Seriously, I love it when you get all sweaty." I moved in to sniff near her armpit and she crossed her arms, giggling.

"I'm stinky."

I hugged her, "You're not stinky...you smell like sex to me..." She giggled and bit her lip some more.

Maura's teammates yelled to her, "Hey are you coming to dinner?"

Maura gave me a little look with a glimmer in her eyes, "Not tonight...I have something I need to do with Sam. We'll probably be late to dinner." Her teammates laughed like they knew what was up.

We quickly walked back to my dorm room, and jogged up the stairs, just like the first time we hooked up. I grabbed her ass on the way up the stairs and she giggled at me. We got into my dorm room and I knew my roommate was going to be gone for a long time. We stood there kissing and I roamed my hands up into the back of her soccer jersey, feeling her sweaty skin.

"I can't believe you like it when I'm sweaty."

I was kissing her neck, "I love it..." I was pulling up on her jersey and she took it off, so she was in a sports bra up top. I felt her firm tits through the bra and leaned in to sniff her armpit again. I don't know, she just smelled nice to me. We climbed onto my bed and she said, "Your bed is going to get sweaty..."

"I'm hoping it smells like you."

She giggled at that. She was on her back and I pushed up on her sports bra enough to expose her nipples, so I could lick and suck on them. She pulled the bra all the way off and out of the way. I enjoyed sucking on her tits for a while and my hand slid down into the front of her baggy soccer shorts and then the front of her panties, feeling her bare pussy. I slipped my finger inside her and finger her. I slowly moved down her sweaty abdomen, kissing her abs, and moving lower. I shoved my nose in her crotch of her shorts and she giggled, "Sam you're crazy."

I pulled off her shorts and then her underwear, her sweat was drying and making her skin a little sticky and salty, when I licked it. I licked her bare labia and she made a little whimper. I shoved her legs up and open, so I could get in there, and lick her.  She put her hands on my head, feeling my hair some, where it was growing back from my mohawk. I licked around her clit and sucked on it, while fingering her. I paused to push her legs further back and licked her asshole some, causing her to giggle, "I'm all sweaty..." 

I did not respond, but just went back to her pussy, enjoying her little whimpers and moans, her body convulsing around. She made a loud gasp, as she orgasmed and pushed on my head some, but I kept licking and sucking, and she thrashed around a bit, and squeezed my face between her athletic thighs. I stayed down there, while she thrusted against my lips and tongue, whimpering and moaning. 

Maura said, "Get a condom, Sam." 

I took off my clothes and put a condom on my hard dick, then slid between her spread legs and slipped it in, while we were in missionary. I pinned her legs back by grabbing her knees and pushing, while kneeling so I could watch my dick go in and out of her pussy. I moved back down, so I could kiss her on the lips, while thrusting in and out of her. I felt her hands roam down to my bare ass, and she wrapped her legs around me, as I fucked her faster and harder. "Oh my god...fuck...Sam...fuck me..." I came hard inside her, then grabbed the base of the condom and pulled my dick out. I took off the condom and threw it in the trash. We laid there snuggling, naked for a bit. Then I noticed her facial expression looked a little different, like she wanted to talk about something serious. 

“Sam, I feel like we need to talk about this..,” sort of gesturing at the two of us. 

“Uh…okay…”

“It’s almost summer. We’re leaving college in a few weeks.”

“Yeah, it’s weird.”

“You and I do not live near each other. I have soccer camps for half the summer and I go back to school early. This Fall, my season starts up again. You’ve never dated me during soccer season.”

“I guess it’s intense.”

“Yes. So, when you go home this summer, will you run into Deirdre?”

“Uh…I don’t know, if she's home for the summer. We’re not in contact anymore.”

“Hypothetically, if you ran into Deirdre and she said, ‘I fucking love you and I want you back,’ what would you do about that?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“That was not an answer.”

“Man…I just…Maura, I want to keep doing this…with us…”

“Still not an answer.”

“I would…uh…I mean…” Honestly, the scenario she mentioned with Deirdre had occurred to me, and I was not sure if I hoped it would happen or if it scared me, because I knew it would end in even worse heartbreak the next time. 

“Sam, this has been great. Like, I’ve really really enjoyed our time together, but...”

My eyes got watery.

“Oh my god, are you crying about me?”

“Yeah.” I started feeling more tears building up. 

Maura looked a little teary, "Oh my gosh, Sam...that just...I'm kind of flattered and a little surprised." She smiled at me, even though she was a little teary, "Did you cry about Chloe breaking up with you?"

I laughed, "No...I was kind of relieved."

"Just Deirdre and me?"

I just nodded yes and she kissed me. 

“Okay, Sam...I'm not mad at you for not knowing the answer to that question about Deirdre. I have some unresolved feelings about my ex too, which is why we said we were keeping this casual. Neither one of us is ready to be in a serious relationship again. And, I feel like for us to stay together over the summer, we would probably be moving in that direction.”

"I guess you're right, but I'm gonna miss you."

"It's not goodbye, it's see you later." She kissed me and wiped at her own tears some. "How about this...we go away for the summer and when we come back in the Fall, let's just see how it goes? If we're both still single maybe we hook up?"

"Like friends with benefits?"

"Yeah, I'm going to have even less time to date in the Fall. I have to travel for soccer. But, uh...I would be down to mess around, if we're both single." She giggled nervously. "For the rest of the semester, it's just like this, okay? You’re still my sensitive punk boyfriend for the rest of the year.”

“Okay."

We kissed some more, then she said, “I’m starving. Like actually dying of hunger. Will you come have dinner with me at the dining hall?” 

“Of course.” 

“I kind of want to shower first, but I’m also just in a hurry to eat.” 

“Why don’t you just shower here?” 

She giggled at that. 

“We can shower in the men’s room, here.” 

We went into the shared bathroom out in the hallway and got into a shower stall together. We pretty much just cleaned ourselves, but I couldn’t help getting an erection, feeling her slippery body. She stroked if a few times with her soapy hands, but did not finish the job, too eager to eat dinner. We wrapped ourselves in towels, and a guy came into the bathroom as we were leaving. I saw him raise his eyebrows at me, seeing Maura in just towel. I loaned her some of my clothes to wear to dinner. There was a big t-shirt and my jeans, which she could just barely wear with a belt and rolling up the cuffs a lot. She had on some of my boxers underneath, and no bra on, since her bra was all sweaty from practice. 

When we walked into the dining hall, her teammates were still there, just finishing dinner and chatting. They laughed at us, when they saw Maura in my clothes, since it was pretty obvious why her hair was wet and she was wearing my clothes. I had some friends there that I was going to sit with, but Maura asked me to sit with her and her friends. She leaned over to whisper, “I have to enjoy my boyfriend while I can,” and she patted my leg, giving me a look. So, I was kind of dumped twice in two days. Not a great week for the sensitive punk.