Night Moves by Baron Rod *=*=*=* My name is Mark Lewandowski. Yup, Polish decent. You can't tell a Polish joke that I haven't heard, and I only turned fifteen in February of this year. I live in a suburb of Detroit which has one of the largest Polish populations in the US. My dad is a design engineer for Ford and mom part times at the library. We live in one of those almost identical split level houses on a quarter acre lots that were thrown up by the thousands in the fifties and sixties. There is the basement with my Dad's wood shop, storage and laundry, up a half level to the family room, with doors to the back yard and carport. A spare bedroom (we use it as a library/computer room), half bath and a foyer with the front door to a covered walk to the carport. Up a half level to the kitchen, dining room and formal living room. Up another half level to the bedrooms and full bath. Parents to the front, me in the back, with my own computer setup, and a half size bedroom Mom uses for sewing. About a month after I turned fifteen I went through a growth spurt, so by the time school let out in June I was five foot ten inches tall and weighed a hundred and thirty pounds. I'd spent most of the spring and early summer getting used to the new placement of my feet. I tripped a lot. Really helped my self esteem. My weight was ten to twenty pounds under what my new height should weigh. Tall and skinny. Brown hair and blue eyes. Only thing missing from the stereotypical computer, gaming and SciFi geek was the glasses, which I thank God I don't need. At least not yet. This is the story of my first forays into full contact sex. I'd been on a couple of dates and had even managed to feel a nipple harden under my fingers. It was my hand up her blouse and under her bra. I had yet to see a live unclothed breast. Aside from more than daily masturbation, that's the extent of my actual, real life, sexual experience at the start of this story. With my stereotype that's actually better than average. Given that I'm a computer geek and I get along with the internet I know what the female of the species in its infinite variety looks like... in detail. I have read a lot of what people call 'real' sex stories, and I'm smart enough to realize that eighty percent or more of the stories are pure male bovine fecal matter. In among the drek I have also picked up some tips and tricks that sound reasonable to use when the time comes. Also, from what I've read, I'm going to be well endowed when I finish growing up. Fifteen, and I'm already the size and thickness of an average full grown man. The neighborhood we lived in had mostly older couples whose kids had left the nest or young couples who were just starting their families. The only kids sort of my age lived to the left of our house, the carport side, with a privacy fence around their back yard. We hardly knew anything about them beyond that their last name was Hollister and they had a son that was a year older than me, a daughter a year younger and another daughter two years younger. Figured that out because of the grades we were in at school. My parents had tried to be neighborly when the Hollisters moved in a couple years back, but were quickly turned off by their attitude. The problem with them was they were rabid fundamentalist born again Baptists in a predominantly Polish Catholic community. They thought us to be all damned and told my parents so. Well, the Catholic community had the same feeling about them. I was ambivalent about the notion and tried to talk to the kids, but was snubbed, so gave up. My bedroom overlooked the privacy fence between our yards and I could see into their backyard. I had noticed the eldest girl had started to 'camp' out in her backyard a lot in one of those small three person popup tents. She had it set up under a camouflage plastic tarp giving extra coverage against rain, if any. She was always dressed in very conservative clothes that were fairly baggy and hid her figure very well. One Tuesday night in late June I had gotten up to go to the bathroom at about one in the morning. It was a nice moonlit night and when I got back to my room I was looking out the window at the night sky. A beautiful mix of small clouds, full moon and stars. I had just decided to go back to sleep when some motion caught my eye. What I saw was the neighbor girl in what had to be full rebellion. She was coming back to her tent from walking somewhere in the neighborhood. The walkabout wasn't overly rebellious, but the fact that she was totally nude, except for flip-flops, definitely was. She had a great figure for a fourteen year old. Small, pert breasts and curves in the right places and a dark triangular bush. She went to her tent, crawled in and zipped up the entry. End of the show. I had gotten instantly hard and masturbation is our friend. I had more than computer images to cum to now. Real memories of a real live girl! The next morning when I awoke the computer geek in me kicked in. I wired a vidcam to the computer and set up a watch program that would do two things. If there was a change in the picture from when I started the vidcam (aside from lighting) it would save the images to a file and also set off a beeper that I put under my pillow. What I found out over the next few weeks was that she didn't go 'walkabout' every night. Every two or three nights she would emerge from her tent and ghost out into the suburb. Besides the vidcam recordings I took pictures with my digital camera. The zoom lens worked great even in the low light. It looked as if I were standing right next to her when I took the shots. Another thing I found out was that her dad peeked into the tent just before he went to work at six in the morning. He slept in on Saturday and the girl didn't sleep out on Saturday nights. After the first couple of times my alarm woke me at sixish I automated the alarm turn off for four in the morning. I like my sleep. Fourth of July came and we went to the local fireworks which were as pretty as ever. Then my folks dropped a bombshell on me. They had decided that for their twentieth wedding anniversary they would take a vacation by themselves, leaving me 'home alone'. They were leaving after work on the second Friday in July and would return nine days later on the Sunday evening, giving me a full eight and two partial days by myself. Mom bought a lot of TV dinners, sodas and snack food to keep me fed while they were gone. Dad gave me money for movies, more food, and whatnot. They said that they'd call a few times, but not every day. I'm normally a good kid, so they hadn't decided to foist me off on any of the relatives and they didn't put too many restrictions on me. I could have friends over, but no more than three at a time. (I only had four controllers for my PlayStation.) I could go to friends' homes or wander about the town, but had to be home by eleven. (I'd have to make sure that the movies I went to let out early enough and would have to download bus schedules.) I was to leave my Dad's booze alone. (No hardship there. I hadn't acquired a taste for booze yet.) I was to stay out of their room. (I guess Dad didn't want me to find his porn collection... which was in his workshop in the basement anyway.) As I said not too many restrictions. One restriction they either didn't think of, or forgot, was about girls in the house. It really hadn't been an attention getting subject around the family. To tell the truth, I didn't think about it until later, either. My contacts with that delightful other half of humanity were not extensive. The girl whose breast I had fondled was vacationing with her parents and wouldn't be back until well after my folks were back. I still hadn't done anything about the girl next door except take pictures and movies. I was trying to figure out how to meet with her without freaking her out. *=*=*=* Friday - Day 1 *=*=*=* Friday came and my folks left, giggling like a couple of high school kids. It's hard for kids my age to think about what they'll be doing for the next week, but hey... even their generation didn't discover sex. That happened a loooong time ago. About three hours after they left a light rain started, just a little heavier than a Texas dew. I turned the vidcam on about then. I was playing a game on the PlayStation when I heard the alarm go off. I went and checked and it was the fully dressed girl getting into her tent. I reset the file and went back to my game. Just after midnight the alarm went off again. I grabbed my camera and went to the window. There she went. Nude and getting wet. I saw her stand and stretch as if she were offering herself to the rain. Then she left her yard and went off into the night. That stretch made for a glorious photo. I decided my approach right then. I went and got a couple of big fluffy towels and went out onto the carport. I set up a couple of director chairs. I went back inside and made some hot chocolate and put it in a thermos and got two cups. Then I went out and waited. She had, the previous eight nights she had went for a walk, always returned using the area between our carports and her walks lasted about a hour, plus or minus fifteen minutes. Their house was a mirror image of ours. I stayed clothed because she was going to be frightened enough just by my saying 'Hi!' I saw her coming after only fifty minutes and froze in position. Motion is very eye attracting. She came onto her carport and headed for the fence gate. "Hi!" I said from my seat, "I have some towels. Do you want to dry off?" She didn't scream, but made a very startled noise and spun to face me. I recognized the stance she ended in from movies and anime as something vaguely martial arts like. "I don't mean any harm," I calmly said while holding out a towel, "but you should get dry before you catch cold. Ha! I sound like my parents." You could see the 'flight, fight, go with the flow' debate within her. I stayed seated, trying very hard to appear non-threatening, holding out the towel to this five foot twoish, about a hundred ten pounds soaking wet (which she was) vision of loveliness. "My name's Mark" I said, "and I've been watching you wander off for a couple of weeks now. I've been trying to think of a way to meet you and this rain gave me the idea." That decided her. She came over to our carport, still wary, took the towel at arms reach, backed up a bit and began drying herself. "You've been spying on me for a couple of weeks?" she asked, curious rather than angry, "What are you, some kind of voyeuristic pervert?" "Voyeuristic... yes." I replied, "Being the typical skinny computer geek my social skills aren't overly developed, sooo... looking is what I do best. Pervert... well I guess I'm about as perverted in one way as being an exhibitionist walking about the neighborhood nude is in another." She actually blushed... right down to her nipples. "They say that 'normal' is a setting on the dryer. You are very pretty and watching you has been a pleasure. Here's another towel. Do you want some hot chocolate to help you warm up?" She got a strange look on her face and asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty? Or do you say that to all the girls? Especially naked ones!" I said "When you're finished drying there's another chair. We can talk. To date, you are the only real live naked girl I've ever seen. As for 'pretty'... you are. If I only had the live girls here at school to compare you to I'd say you were beautiful." The girl sat down, holding the towel over her hips. "Adding in the girls and women I've seen on the internet changes it over to pretty, in the classic 'girl next door' mode, but that's still really nice. Your body has curves in all the right places and would make any guy proud to be seen near you. Your shoulder length black hair frames your pale face beautifully. The other assets you normally have covered only reinforce that impression. You have such beautiful pale skin and your dark bush draws attention to your pussy. Your breasts are lovely and firm... perky... a bit more than a handful, with those rosy, sort of puffy areolae giving a nice contrasting shade to the rest of your skin and the nipples are sized to match both breast and areolae. I said _pretty_ and I meant _pretty_. Again... do you want some hot chocolate? And would you tell me your name?" After a long pause to think about what I'd said she said . "Marion. Yes, I'd like some hot chocolate. You say my tits are lovely. They aren't very big. You even commented on their size. I thought guys liked big breasted women." I reached down for the thermos. I poured both of us a cup of hot chocolate. Marion. Two years living next to each other and we were just learning each other's name. I grinned at the absurdity. I reached over toward her and passed her a cup. Then I sat back and still grinning said "I don't even pretend to be an expert on breast size. At a shear guess I'd say you're probably a B-cup?" She nodded and said, "Good guess." I smiled and in a conspiratorial tone said, "Well, I shouldn't do this, but I will. You've got to promise that you'll never reveal that I've let you in on a 'guy secret'. Promise?" She got an amused, exasperated look and intoned, "I promise to never tell that you've let me know things that only guys are supposed to know." "OK! Here it is." I said "Yes, guys look at girls with big breasts, but that's just because there is a lot more to look at. Call it a better advertising budget. However, it doesn't matter if the female has tits like a bad bee sting or Elsie the cow. It doesn't matter if the shape is globular, pear shaped or cone shaped, firm or droopy. It doesn't matter if the areola is big, little, light pink or dusky brown. It doesn't matter if the nipples are pencil eraser sized or smaller or thumb sized and larger. Just one thing matters to us guys." I paused and took a large swig of cocoa and then said in a near perfect imitation of Disney's Goofy, "Can I touch 'em?" and went back to my normal voice to continue, "That's it. Don't tell anyone I told you." She started a wonderful laugh that reminded me of silver wind chimes and then clamped her hand over her mouth. We had been talking fairly low and I guessed that she didn't want to wake anyone at her house. But to hear that laugh again I would do anything. Anything! When she got control she said, "We need to be quiet. Aren't you afraid that your parents will find us out here? You don't have siblings, right?" "Nope!", I grinned. "No sibs and my folks have gone off for a second honeymoon to celebrate their twentieth anniversary. They won't be back until the Sunday after next. I'm home alone for over a week." Marion's eyes widened and she said "Maybe we should go into your house so that we don't wake anyone at my house." "Ahhhh... sure," I cleverly said. I truly hadn't expected things to move quite this fast. I picked up my cup and thermos and escorted her to the door. She started in and I stammered, "Hav.. Have a... have a seat while I fold these chairs and I'll be right in." I folded the chairs and put them in the storage shed. I also adjusted my woody to make it easier to move about and slightly less obvious. When I came into the house she was sitting on the couch. I went toward the easy chair. "Why are you distancing yourself from me?", she asked. "Don't you want to sit next to me?" "I'm probably trying too hard not to spook you." I replied. "From what you normally wear and the way your family views sin I just want you to be comfortable tonight. I can enjoy the view... after all, I like looking... and maybe later when you trust me a little more then maybe we can get to _'can I touch 'em'_." "My family," she snarled, "would think that talking to you in a crowd at high noon, in the open, fully clothed and even chaperoned would be contamination. They're soooo 'holier-than-thou' and they're hypocritical to boot. I'm fourteen and what I know about sex is what I've heard in the girl's room, and what the school library has on the subject... almost nothing... and my mom showing me how to use a maxipad and saying 'No girl in our family has ever disgraced the family and don't you be the first.' That's it. My dad thinks the internet is an evil place and won't have it in the house. Your comment about girls on the internet means you know what I'm supposed to look like, but I have no idea, except for the line drawings in the book at school and a few art books in the library, what's under your clothes." She tossed the towel that she had covering her onto the coffee table and said "You're seeing me naked, let me see you. Please." Fair was fair. I doffed my clothes. While I was disrobing I said "As I said, other than computer images you are the first live girl I've ever seen in the buff. Us computer geeks don't get much chance to be near real naked girls." I eventually got down to my BVD's and as I took them off I said "I'm aroused right now. I've got a hard on, a woody. A guy's penis isn't always as stiff or as big as this, but I'm in the same room with a naked lady and I just can't help it." I was still trying not to spook her. She grinned and said "I've wondered what made that lump in guy's pants. Sit down here next to me and we can look at each other closely." I sat down on the couch near her, but not touching, and we looked at each other's normally hidden areas. After a short bit I asked "Ahh... could you, maybe, ahhh, bring your one foot up on the couch. I can't really see what's hidden in your pubic hair." There was that laugh again. Beautiful! She moved her right leg up to the back of the couch, leaving her left foot on the floor, and she leaned back against the armrest, displaying her normally hidden charms to my hungry eyes. I've already described the rest of her body. Her labia were a pretty pink and were somewhat distended. Truly lovely. I didn't think it was possible, but I got harder. "Wow!" she gasped. "That was some reaction. Your... cock... jumped and I think it got bigger. Did I cause that? Ahhh... to use your phrase... can I touch it?" "Yup! All your fault. You can touch me... if I can touch you, too." I boldly said. Marion nodded as she scooted nearer to me and took my rod into her hand. I gasped. Oh, God, that felt good. I reached out and caressed her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples. Her turn to gasp, which quickly changed to a moan. "Ohhhh! I've never felt anything like that!" she said with rasping breath. "Don't stop." I asked, "You mean you've never touched yourself? Never masturbated?" "That would be a sin. The sin of Onan!" she replied. I had read a neat thing on the net and paraphrased it while continuing to massage her tits. "Ha! That sin just refers to males. 'Spilling his seed' and girls don't do that. Also Onan wasn't playing with himself. He was boffing his dead brother's wife and pulled out before cumming in her because he didn't want to get her pregnant. What the Lord killed Onan for wasn't that Onan was masturbating and 'spilled his seed', it was Onan didn't do what He had told him to do, which was 'get the woman pregnant'. So that argument against masturbation is merely a logical extension of a false premise." Marion still held my shaft, but she wasn't moving her hand. She was really into the feel of my hands on her breasts. I decided to do an all out fondling of her charms. I said "Let go of me and I'll feel you up. When two do it to one another it's called foreplay and when done alone it's masturbation. When I'm done with you then you can do the same to me. Schooch forward a bit." She move her butt closer to the couch edge, letting go of my cock. I moved one hand off of her nipple and rubbed down her torso using a small circular motion. I got to her belly button and circled it with a finger before lightly dipping in. That got a giggle. Not as good as the laugh, but I liked it. Then I continued the circular massage downward again and when I palmed her mound she gave a small moan and gasp. I had my palm over her slit and on all sides of it. I dipped my middle finger into her and felt her wetness. She was panting. I drew my finger up the length of her pussy lips and when I got to the top and felt, for the first time for both of us, that little nub of pure pleasure she gave a wordless cry of passion. I played with her clit for a few moments until she started crying "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over. I stopped for a moment and positioned myself between her legs and moved in to be able to taste pussy for the first time. I spread her bush and then ran my tongue from the now gaping hole of her vagina up to her engorged clit. I tongue lashed this for a moment and then brought my nose into contact with it. Oh, she smelled sweet. While nuzzling her clit with my nose I stuck my tongue into her love tunnel and at that she almost screamed. I continued this assault and suddenly her hips began to buck and she said "Oh, God! Stop! I'm gonna pee! Oh, God!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" and she orgasmed. Her toes curled and her back arched. I had thought her pussy had been wet, but it was suddenly even wetter as she continued to gasp out to God. I gave one last lick and moved up and tongue kissed her, letting her taste her juices on my tongue. As I gently caressed her breast her eyes came back into focus and she suddenly grabbed me and hugged me while returning the kisses I was giving her. She sat back and babbled, "Oh! My! God! That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. Except for that tongue thing you did I can see that I could do what you did with your fingers to myself, by myself. Wow! That was awesome! OK, now tell me what to do to you." I lay back on the couch with one foot on the floor. I instructed Marion to take hold of my penis and then pump up and down. At first her hold was too light and when I told her to use a tighter grip she got too tight. Eventually I coached her to the optimum grip. Then I told her that on the down stroke to run her thumb over the head. I was already way too excited from playing with a real live girl and watching her orgasm that I knew I wouldn't last long. I decided that I'd get her to suck me off the next time. From what I'd read on the net I figured that most girls are curious about that spurt of life stuff. I'd let her see it this time and then the most of the rest of the time would be hidden in one orifice or another. I told her to gently play with my balls. She laughed at the emphasis and said she knew how sensitive that area was. She touched my ball sack and that did it. Cum everywhere. She startled away and I quickly gasped "Don't stop! Milk it!" She did even better. She dipped her head down and wrapped her lips around my shaft and swirled her tongue about the head and I continued to splooge into her mouth until she had sucked me dry. When I stopped cumming Marion sat up and I could see her swirl my cum around in her mouth. Then she swallowed it. She hugged me close and kissed me and I could taste my cum as it mixed with her juices. She stopped kissing me and said "The girls in the locker room say they mostly don't like that stuff. It tastes weird, but I think I like it." She looked at me and said "I thought... I read... guys went soft after cumming. You're still fairly stiff." I kissed her and then answered "That's true in a lot of cases, but I'm fifteen and you're still here naked, and I'm going to be excited for a long while. Probably until well after you go back to your tent." "Umm..." she said while blushing, "Could you, would you, make me orgasm again?" Then she laughed once more. "I see from the way your cock reacted that the answer is yes." and she started kissing me again. I kissed right back and massaged her nipples to diamond hardness again. This time when my one hand started descending I leaned in and sucked on the abandoned tit. When I got to her mound and started stroking along the slit Marion went nuts. I poked a finger into her vagina and man was she tight. I just got in a little way when I ran into an obstruction. Her cherry... I had thought it was farther in. I didn't go in any more because I wanted that hymen to be broken the proper way... with my cock. Her first orgasm had taught her what to expect and what she was feeling and she was able to be coherent enough this time to get hold of my manhood and start pumping it. After a short bit of mutual groping she somehow got us both on the floor and initiated a sixty-nine with her on top. I was able to tongue lash her clit and also use my hands to keep her tits stimulated. She was bobbing her head up and down on my shaft and using her tongue to advantage on the head of my cock. For a while there was only the inarticulate sounds of shared and mounting passion. I paused in my pleasuring her clit and gasped out "I'm gonna cum. Oh, God! Here it comes." and sent a jet of cum deep down her throat. She hadn't climaxed yet so while she was sucking me dry I went back to work. She had just finished milking me when it hit her and she screamed out in release. She collapsed onto me. Then we rolled apart and kissed, mixing our juices in a wonderful cocktail. When we paused Marion commented "You've lost your hardness. If we continue kissing will you get hard again? Are we gonna 'do it' tonight?" I replied "Yeah, I'll get hard again, but... as much as I really want to do the full sex thing I don't think we should tonight. I don't have any condoms... something I'll remedy tomorrow morning... and I'm willing to bet big money, given how conservative your parents are, you aren't on any kind of contraceptives. I know I don't want to get you pregnant and I don't think you want to be pregnant either. Maybe we could take a chance if your menstrual cycle is dead regular and we can figure out if now is a sorta safe time." She separated from me and said "You're right. I'm not on the pill or anything and I really don't want to get pregnant. My cycle varies wildly. From twenty-six days for the shortest it ever was to eighty-eight days for the longest. I never know when I'm gonna start. It's been fun tonight and very educational. Both in sex play and in some of the things you've said. Thought provoking on a lot of levels." "You've been a great 'study buddy'" I said. "We've learned a lot of practical biology together. I hope you camp out tomorrow and come over." I stood up and offered my hand to help her up. She took it, although at my question her face had gotten a pained expression. When she was up she said, "My folks take us to church real early on Sunday, so I'm not allowed to camp out on Saturday nights. I'll see if I can sneak out after everyone has gone to sleep." "Damn! Don't get caught. I wouldn't want you to be punished, grounded or anything like that." I paused and then asked "Ahhh... one thing before you leave. I'd really like... Ahhh... Could you maybe feed my perversion and allow me to take some pictures of you?" Marion gave me a studied look, laughed that beautiful laugh and then replied "You are a voyeur, aren't you? I don't want the local photo shop place or the drugstore to see me nude. That wouldn't be cool." I smiled and said "No problem! I'm all digital. No one will see the pictures I take except for us two." She thought for a moment and then nodded and said, "OK. I'll model for you. But you'll have to coach me. I really don't know anything about naked pictures. That's... pornography... isn't it?" "Yup!" I replied. "And to make it even worse, since you're fourteen it's kiddie porn, which is very illegal!" I went and got my camera and for the next hour coached Marion on the poses I'd always liked out on the net and snapped many dozens of pictures. In the family room on the couch and floor, in the computer room sitting in the computer chair, in the kitchen on the counters and table and finished up with shots on the dining room table. Twice during that hour I fingered and licked her to orgasm and got some shots of that too. A couple times I set the camera up for auto-shoot and once even gave her the camera to shoot me while I was eating her out. With all the posed shots I also took close ups of her face, tits, pussy and ass. After her second orgasm she sucked me to a world altering climax of my own. I took pictures of her with my cock in her mouth. After that we parted for the night and she went back to her tent and I went to bed. *=*=*=* Saturday - Day 2 *=*=*=* I woke the next morning, wacked off to last night's memories, and fixed breakfast for myself. Then I got on the internet and looked up a Consumer's Report on condoms. Yup, I'm a geek. I figured I didn't want the desensitizing lube so I was left with four kinds that rated the highest. I got dressed and walked to the bus stop. I got on the first one that came along. I rode it for about a half hour until well out of my immediate neighborhood and got off at a shopping center. I went into the pharmacy there and looked for the condoms. I found three of the four brands and types I was looking for. I bought a thirty-six pack. Wishful thinking perhaps, but there were eight nights before my parents got back. Even if I didn't use them all in that time period I knew... I hoped... that Marion and I would find ways to be together in the future. I caught another bus back to my neighborhood. When I got home I made lunch and ate. I got on my computer and made an album of the photos that I had of Marion, including a dated walkabout movie section. I came twice while working on the album. Doing that made me think about the condoms and for the second bout a tried it with a condom. While I'm glad I did that for the practice of putting it on I had to take it off to get the job done. It didn't allow much friction between hand and cock, though I knew that with a well lubed girl it would be different. One thing I noticed in the pictures of Marion in my room and the kitchen was the clutter. A lot of the things I'd read on the net mentioned how special the first time is to a girl. If we did 'do it' tonight my room just wasn't very romantic. Well, even if I cleaned it up it wouldn't be romantic, but at least it wouldn't be a messy memory. I picked up clothes and either hung them in the closet if clean or dumped them down the laundry chute to wash later. I straightened the CD cases and books next to my computer and generally tidied up around it. I picked stuff up off the floor and found places to put things, usually somewhere that Mom had already designated as the place to put 'that'. I even vacuumed! I eventually got hungry and fixed myself a big dinner. Then I did the dishes and straightened up any mess that had occurred since my folks left. Then I did something I hadn't done in years. I took a nap. Just for a hour and a quarter, but I knew it would help me later, if Marion could sneak over. When I woke up I optimistically striped off the top sheet and went to the linen closet and got the oldest set of sheets I could find and a half dozen old towels. I double layered the towels and put them under the sheet at about butt point. If there was much blood tonight I didn't want any evidence around. I could toss out what I had put down, if I couldn't wash it, and mom might never notice. I put the top sheet and bed spread on and the folded them into a foot wide bundle at the foot of my bed. After setting up the bed I spent some time selecting the music for tonight. I thought my favorite German technorock might be just a bit too much and finally decided to go the other direction and went with light classical. I set up my CD player with five CDs and set it to cycle though and repeat. Once that was set up I continued my cleaning frenzy. About ten I had a thought and got out two spare vidcams. I set them up focused on my bed from the right and left sides looking toward the head board. I reset the vidfile creation program to a higher resolution and to accept the two bed feeds. I set it so one touch would start recording. With the drive I have I could get almost a eight hours recorded, more than enough. I looked at the room. It was clean, but what if Marion wanted less than reading level lighting. I turned off all of the lights and looked at the dark monitor. I turned on the light in my closet. A little better, you could just make out a bed. I turned on the hall and bathroom lights. Almost. I went downstairs and got a package of a dozen votive candles. I knew I could replace these from almost anywhere. Back to my room and placed the candles around as close to the bed as I could. I used our BBQ lighter and waited for a couple minutes for the flames to steady. Yes! There was color and contrast. As a last thought I replaced the bulb in my night stand lamp with the smallest wattage I could find that fit. I played with the resolution and decided that it really didn't matter that much, so I went with the higher res. Then blew out the candles and turned on the lights and settled in to a computer game. Just after midnight my backyard alarm went off. I switched to the video feed and saw Marion heading for our side door. I quickly went downstairs and was at the door when Marion knocked. She started doffing her clothes as she came in. I grinned and stripped, too. I went to her and hugged her tight which was returned with a kiss as interest. We hugged and kissed for a few moments and then I had this sudden feeling of guilt wash over me. I stepped back to arms' length while holding her shoulders. I looked her directly in her eyes and said "I am a real, live, absolute piece of scum!" Marion got a startled questioning look and said, while trying to get closer to me, "No you're not. I want to do this, too." "You don't understand." I replied, fending her off. "I have no problem with both of us wanting to lose our virginities." I sighed, "I wasn't going to tell you, but I just realized that I've got to tell you... I've set up a couple of vidcams in my bedroom and I was going to record this night with you. You wouldn't have known and I would have files that I could look at forever." Marion's face had a strange expression of curiosity and amusement. "When we met yesterday you accused me of being a voyeuristic pervert. Yup! I proved it by taking all those pictures of you last night, and now tonight I was really going to confirm that first impression, even if you wouldn't have known about it. But I can't be that pervert and still expect you to be more than a summer, or this week, fling. I want you as a friend and friends don't hide important things from friends." Silver wind chime laughter. When I looked the question at her she said, "Before we did anything important tonight I was going to ask to see the pictures you've already taken of me. Both the backyard and all the ones from around the house. Then, if I thought you have an artist's eye, I was going to ask that you set up to record us tonight. Remember, I'm an exhibitionist. I want to be friends with you, too. Great minds, same gutter." More laughter. I grinned and laughingly said "Get out of the gutter, you're blocking my snorkel." which produced another gale of lovely laughter. I shook my head and sighed and said, "You have a beautiful laugh. One of my first conscious thoughts about you as a person, and not as this nude dryad, was that I would do almost anything to hear you laugh. Silver wind chimes. Wow! Let's go up to my room and I'll show you your pictures." "Awww! That's sweet." she thanked me for the truthful comment and gently kissed me. Then we went upstairs. I brought up the files, both movie and still, and showed her what I had. She made comments like 'Oh, that can't be me. I'm not that pretty.', 'That's a nice shot', 'the movies are kinda boring, just me walking in and out of the tent.' and the like. She especially liked the one taken yesterday of offering herself to the rain. The ones around the house and of our oral sex she didn't comment on too much. "You're good. You could be a pro someday. How many vidcams do you have?" she eventually asked. "I have eight vidcams, but the software I use can only handle up to six. At the resolution I used for the tent shots I can record over a day and a half on the unused space available on this hard drive. I had these two cams set up for even better resolution, so if I set up all six I can record about... ahhh... two and a half hours. It won't be digital camera quality, but it will be very good" That laugh again. Marion said, "That should be more than enough, considering how many times we came last night. That and I really should get some sleep tonight, since I'll get woken up tomorrow at seven. I probably should get back to my bed by threeish." "I'll set things up." I laughed. "You get on the bed so I can aim these things correctly. Put your butt on that little lump under the sheet." So for the next few minutes I set up the cams. Feeds one and two were the two that I had set earlier, but I focused them better. Feed three was from the middle foot of the bed and four was the middle head board. Feed five I put up on my room light looking down at the bed. Feed six was a pure side shot. In addition to the vidcam program I set up two countdown alarms. One was for two and a quarter hours and the other was for two and a half hours. By this time I had lost my hardon, but knew that wouldn't be a problem. I asked, "Do you want a lower light level? I can still record if I turn off the overhead and use side lighting." "Try it," she replied. I repeated the setup I'd tested and then also turned the study lamp at my computer desk. I aimed it at the wall for bounce light. We both looked at the monitor and the different angles and were satisfied with the light levels. However, I had another thought and told Marion, "Ya know, we could do a full production number here. Why don't you go get your clothes on and I'll get dressed, too. Then we can do a full slow undress while making out. Then foreplay to orgasm and then... then go with the flow. Do it. What do you think?" An impish grin, a quick "Neat idea!", and she was heading for the door and downstairs. I followed and got my clothes and dressed. I didn't bother with the shoes, but did put my socks on. As I helped Marion dress I started laughing. She looked at me quizzically. "The usual guy thing is figuring how to undress a girl", I said. "Here I am with the my first bra puzzle and I'm figuring out how it goes on. Well, I guess that will help in a few minutes when I'm reversing this process." Laughter to die for. Her dress was a simple pull over and she also was only wearing socks. I hugged and kissed her, laughed and said, "That was the usual first kiss. Fully clothed." Laughing we went upstairs. I stopped us out of range of the cameras and said "From this moment ignore the cams. Don't ask to see the recordings until you're ready to leave. OK?" She nodded and I started the two timers and then triggered the recording. I waited for a moment for things to get started and then said "Ah, dearest, come join me on my bed." She picked up on the cue and replied, "Oh, I don't know. I've never done this before. I really shouldn't." "It'll be fun, Marion!" I said as I took her hand and led her to the bed. I sat down and she sat next to me and then I kissed her. "Oh, Mark!" she sighed, "I feel all goosebumpy." We played tonsil hockey for a bit and my hands started roving. I massaged her breast area and she moaned. My hand continued down her flank and down onto her leg. We continued kissing and I inched her dress up until I had the hem. I brought my other hand down and pulled her dress off in one semi-smooth move. She helped a bit by raising her butt. "Oh!" she exclaimed and I kissed her again and went back to massaging her breasts through her bra. She melted into my arms. We continued kissing and suddenly my t-shirt came off. "Oh, yes, Marion! Let me get your bra." I said and turned her slightly to unclasp her. The bra came off and we went back to making out. I felt her fumbling my belt and said "Just push. I'm thin enough." She got her thumbs into both sides of the jeans and pushed down. She had also gotten my shorts, so they came off, too. I was nude (except for the socks) and she was in panties and socks. A couple more kisses and the panties went away in their turn. She broke free a moment and bent over and grabbed both socks and she was totally nude. I did the same trick and then we got into a serious grope session. I asked later, and Marion said she had forgotten the cams about the time her bra came off. I had ceased to be conscious of them as her dress went. I was fingering her and she was giving me a hand job. She had remembered all her lessons from last night. I was really excited so it wasn't long until I panted "I'm gonna cum." Marion instantly went from hand job to blowjob. She bobbed her head up and down tonguing the head as she had last night. I quickly lost it and grabbed her head and shouted "Yeah! Suck it all, baby!" She bobbed a few more times to completely milk me and then came up and stuck her tongue way out showing me (and the cams) the pool of cum and then she swallowed the lot. We kissed and I kissed all the way down and got off the bed on cam six side between her legs. I began eating her out and got my nose on her clit and nuzzled her while sticking my tongue into her open and ready pussy. She lost it and went into a series of "Oh! God!" screams. As I continued kissing and sucking her cunt and nuzzling her clit I rehardened while hearing her cries of joy. I kept eating her out until she orgasmed with a mighty prayer to God. Dear Lord, was she wet. I moved her around unto the bed and I had just enough rational thought left to grab a condom from the night stand. I put it on my steel hard shaft as I got between her legs. I positioned myself and got her legs up on my upper arms. I moved in until my cock was at the gates of heaven and then started in. "OK, are you sure?" I asked. She moaned and gasped out "Oh, yes! Do it!" She gasped as the first inch went in and then started moaning "Oh, it hurts! More! Keep going, don't stop. Harder!! Ow! Deeper! Ow! Yes! Yes! Ouch! Yes!" and a final scream of "Aaahhhhhhh!!!" as I broke through her cherry. At the yelp I thrust all the way home, burying myself to the hilt into her and then held position to let her get used to the unfamiliar intrusion into her love tunnel. I kissed her and massaged her nipples until her hips started moving and then I began to slowly pull almost out and then thrust back in. Soon Marion was chanting to God and me. "Oh, God! Oh, Mark! Faster! Harder! Oh! My! God! Oh, Mark! Lover! OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod!" A constant stream of words and then it changed to complete gibber. Her vagina walls spasmed around my penis and that was it for both of us. She arched her back and orgasmed. I felt myself boiling over and drove into her as deep as I could before I had a toe curling climax of my own, letting loose a flood of cum. We held each other, still linked, until Marion lowered her legs from my arms. I kissed her and then withdrew and rolled off of her. I bent down to view the damage I had done. There was actually very little bleeding. I kissed it to make it better. "I hope I didn't hurt you, Marion." I said, enfolding her into my arms, "I hear that the first time's the worst. It will get even better." "Mark, at the start I was really high from you licking me and then... Oh! It hurt, but I think you were as gentle as possible. Then it changed. The pain became pleasure and you were wonderful. Wow! We're not virgins any more. What's that phrase they use at school? Oh, yeah... we are 'sexually active'!! I loved every moment of the activation. Even the pain was a good pain, if you can understand that." I kissed her in answer, hugging her close. I told her "Keep your legs spread while I get a warm wash cloth." I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth soaked with hot water. I dumped the bloody condom in the trash and went back to the bedroom. I lovingly cleaned her mons and slit and then washed my own slowly rehardening rod. There was blood at its base. I decided that for a bit, just snuggling would be a better choice. I'd let her set the pace. After a while of just companionably holding each other and soft, undemanding kisses Marion reached down and got my joy stick in her hand. I had lost some hardness during the cuddle, but was nowhere near soft. Marion gently pushed me down on the bed and reached over to the night stand a snagged another condom. She stroked me a couple times and then kissed the head of my dick, bringing it to full hardness. She took the condom, opened it and rolled it onto me. Then she straddled me in an almost flying mount, still holding the shaft. She positioned herself and dropped her hips taking the full length into her. My view from the pillow was awesome. My shaft was pumping into her as she bounced up and down. I reached out and felt her tits and she just bounced faster. The sight of my shaft pounding into her was massively erotic. After a while she started calling out to God and me and I moved my right hand down to her clit. She reacted as if I had touched her with a high voltage line. She screamed and her vagina clinched down on me. I yelled and cummed into her as she orgasmed. She leaned down, with me still in her, and lay on me. "Oh, God, Marion! That was awesome." I gasped. We hugged and kissed for a bit and then Marion rolled off of me and gave a deep sigh. Marion leaned up on her elbow and said, "Mark, that was even more wonderful. You're so great. Oh, I'm glad we started doing this. It's sooooo much fun!. Wow! You're still pretty hard." She reached out and caressed my half hard cock and it just sprang to full attention. "What do you want to do now?" "Yeah," I replied, "watching my dick slide in and out of you was a real turn on. I think I'd like to try doing it doggie style, if that's OK with you." As I was saying this I dropped the used condom into my bedside trash can. "Doggie style?" She asked. "That's from behind." I replied. "You kneel, butt up and head on the pillow and I get behind you and put my dick into you and do it that way. Most of the mammals on the planet do it like that. Humans are weird with the face to face sex." It wasn't a full laugh... more of a nervous giggle, but it was still musical. I grabbed the pillow and put it on the edge of the bed so she would be facing camera six. She got into position and I got behind her. I told her to angle her legs out a bit and she did. I got another condom on and then got closer and rubbed my cock along her slit which was already slippery with our mutual juices. I grabbed her hips just slammed it in. She gave an "OH!" of surprise and I held her tight and proceeded to pound away. Once we had a rhythm established I reached forward and began massaging her tits. Marion was almost gibbering "Oh, God! Oh, Mark! Harder!! It's going so deep! Oh, God!" I felt her vaginal walls clinch as she orgasmed, but since I had already came three times I wasn't ready yet. I kept pounding away. I felt her spasm yet again and then I started to feel the build up to release. I moved a hand from Marion's tit and slid it down to her clit. Once again she reacted with an orgasm and as I started cumming I once again grabbed her hips and thrust into her as far as I could get and pushed every last drop into her. Once the crest was over I dropped back on my heels, disconnecting from the most wonderful girl in the world. Panting, I striped the condom off and put it with it's mate. Reaching out I hugged Marion and tenderly kissed her. She was still in the post-orgasm come down and could only say my name and kiss me back. After a few minutes she murmured "I don't know which way I prefer. They all were so much fun." We held each other a bit more and then I said, "I'd like to examine you. I want to have a close up view of every part of your body. I want to touch you and caress you. Lay back." Marion laughed her wind chime laugh and lay back on the bed. I lay next to her and tenderly took her head in my hands and looked deep into her eyes. Then I softly kissed her. Then I took her right hand in mine and closely examined it and then kissed my way up her arm from her fingertips. I paused at her shoulder and looked at her perky B-cup breasts with their quarter dollar sized, dusky aureoles and pencil eraser sized nipples. I leaned in and kissed across her breasts, tickling her nipples with my tongue. Marion felt the warmth of passion starting to build. I went across both of her small breasts and then kissed my way down her left arm to her fingers. I then moved down to her feet and took her right foot into my hands and kissed and sucked her toes. I hit a very ticklish spot in the arch of her foot and she jerked and I laughed an apology. Leaving her right foot I caressed her left foot, which was also ticklish. Then I kissed my way up her leg to almost her pussy. I went back to the right leg and kissed it also. When I got to the top of her leg I lightly pressured her legs apart, giving me full access. My touch on her pussy was feather light, but Marion felt as if an electric shock once again had jolted it's way from her mound to her brain. I lightly probed her sopping vagina with a finger. I had read on the internet that if you inserted your middle finger, palm up, and curled it just so, you would feel a little hollow spot in the vagina that was really sensitive. The g-spot it was called. When I curled my finger I felt the spot and Marion gasped and started a series of "Yes!! Yes!!! Oh, God! Yes!!!" exclamations. With my finger still embedded I leaned in and caught her clit in my lips. That did it! Marion orgasmed. I kept up the gentle pressure on the g-spot and clit and almost immediately Marion orgasmed again. I had gotten hard again during this examination. I stopped for a moment and quickly put on another condom. I positioned myself at Marion's waiting cunt and thrust in. She hugged me to her and wrapped her legs around me. I supported myself on my hands to avoid crushing her and tried to keep my strokes long and slow, withdrawing almost to the end and driving back in as far as I could, as slow as I could. Marion was again screaming out to me and God and she orgasmed while I continued to plunge into her. Soon enough I felt myself making ever shorter thrusts and trying to bury myself even deeper into Marion's eager pleasure center. Marion orgasmed again and that drove me over the edge and my cum exploded from my driving shaft. I kept thrusting until I was completely milked of cum. When I finally stopped I gazed with adoring eyes into Marion's rapt face. I leaned in and kissed her and she kissed me back fiercely. Another few moments and we broke apart once again. This time it was me laying there and panting "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, Marion that was great!" She was kissing and feeling me when I heard a dog give two sharp barks. My alarm program. I let her continue a couple of minutes and then said "Oh, Marion. We've got to stop now. I'm not sure if I could do it again. You need to get back home and we better shower to get the sex smell off of you. It's a wonderfully heady musk. I love it, but your folks might notice." She looked sad, but acquiesced and said "Yeah, that would be bad. Let's shower together." As we left the room I put the recording on hold. Showering was slippery fun in the very hot water we both enjoyed. I felt her up to yet another orgasm. I commented, after she gathered herself, that we would have to do the shower scene again at a later date and record it. She laughed and agreed. As we went back into my room I started recording again. I helped her dress amid a flurry of kisses and then put on my pants and escorted her from the room. Once again I stopped the recording. "I know its late", Marion said, "and we can't really watch the whole thing, but can you show me our first time?" "Shure!", I replied and brought up my film editing program. I set it to show all six cameras and started the recordings. There we were. Walking into the room and undressing each other. The grope session and then it was the main event. As I watched, I was sort of tagging which camera I'd use as the best view. When the deflowering moment went by Marion asked if I could do a slo-mo like on the sports channel. I backed the recording up and set it for the slowest I could get and started it again. After a bit she kissed me and thanked me for the pictures and said she couldn't wait until the next time. Then she went home. I and went back to my room. When I lay down I noticed the sheets were wet and sticky. Oops! The famous, or infamous, 'wet spot'. I got up, really looked at the sheets and decided I'd better at least pre-treat the stains. I striped the bed and took them down to the laundry room and followed the pre-treat instructions. Got some new sheets, made my bed and then crashed. *=*=*=* Sunday - Day 3 *=*=*=* Waking up was a pain... literally. I figured it out quickly. I had done a bunch of unfamiliar exercise last night and my muscles didn't like me. I'm glad we had showered, as that undoubtedly helped relax us and stave off the worst of the muscle ache. I hoped that Marion was OK and that her parents didn't notice if she was taking it slow. I showered again, decided to skip getting dressed, and went down for breakfast and some 'vitamin I'. That's what my Dad called ibuprofen since he takes a lot of it for his arthritis. Back downstairs to hit the sheets and towels with more pre-treat and get the laundry started. I had decided to stay nude because I knew that while working on the video of our first night I'd want to jerk off, and since no one was around I didn't have to be ready to pull up my pants. For the next nine hours I watched, edited, jerked off, composed, and created a video of two teens having a lot of sex. I was so focused that I missed lunch. From the beginning of the recording to the end I had two hours and forty-one minutes of video to play with from each of the six cams. Marion had orgasmed nine times on camera, ten counting her orgasm in the shower, and I had shot my wad five times. Eventually, after five days of editing and some additional recording (the shower scene and some closeups), the final cut was three hours and twenty-two minutes long. I had liked Marion's suggestion of slo-mo and had incorporated it. This first editing session was mainly our entry into the room, the first foreplay and the deflowering. My stomach eventually let me know that it wanted fed. I did a quick scout through the house straightening up any mess I found and then an hour long nap. At ten o'clock my backyard alarm went off and I watched Marion go into her tent. As she was zipping the door she looked right at my vidcam and grinned. I set my countdown clock for four hours. At eleven thirty she came out of the tent, nude, and headed for my door. I triggered the countdown, grabbed a condom and hurried downstairs to greet her. The door was barely shut when we were in each other's arms. Marion had my cock and I was feeling her tits. As we caressed we went down to the carpet. As we lay down my hand drifted to her pussy and I found that she was sopping wet. I was hard from watching our video and she must have spent the last hour or so feeling herself up. We were both very ready. As my finger went into her she spread her legs wide and I got between them. With a last bit of sanity I got the condom on, lined up and thrust in. For the next while there was only the sounds of sex and Marion crying out to God and me. She must have climaxed twice before I finally thrust into her as far as I could go and exploded deep within her. As I was cumming she orgasmed again. Quite a bit later, when we had separated and were cuddling close together I asked, "How did you feel this morning? I was stiff, pardon the pun, from the exercise we did last night." She laughed and replied, "I've done new exercise routines before and figured I'd wake up a bit stiff. I did some exercises before going to bed and the morning wasn't too bad. Did you go straight to bed after I left?" "Nope," I replied, "I had to change the bed sheets and get them ready for the laundry." "That probably helped in the morning." she said. "I know the shower we took last night helped and I took another before going to church." "Yeah," I said, "That was the first thing I did also. Do you want to stay here or go up to my room again?" Laughter. "Your room, please. This floor, even carpeted, is pretty hard. I liked last night in your bed." She paused. "Your folks are gone. You wanna do it on their bed.?" I grimaced and said, "The reason my folks left me alone, instead of dropping me off with a relative, was that I mostly obey the rules they set me. One of the things I promised to not do while they were gone was go into their room. If we went in there I would be breaking my word and I really don't want to do that. If you want someplace different from my bed there's the couch here and in the living room or we could go to your tent. But not my folks room. Sorry." Marion tilted her head and regarded me. "You really like your mom and dad, don't you?" "Of course!" I answered. "They're good people and allow me enough freedom to let me do things I want to try and enough framework to keep me from going too wrong. They try to protect me, but also allow me to make mistakes, because that's the way you really learn." Marion shook her head and said "That's neat. I wish I could say the same. I don't hate my folks, but I don't love them either." She gave a big sigh which did nice things for her chest and continued, "Ah, well. We've got to go to your room anyway, since I want to see what you've done with the recording so far." One of my Dad's favorite quotes is 'Never ask a question that you really don't want to hear the answer to.' I really had no need to know what she meant by what she had just said. "Shure. I've edited up to when I left the room to get the wash cloth. You can watch and offer suggestions to make it better." With a very smooth, graceful and athletic move Marion was on her feet and offering a hand up. I took it and was a bit startled at the ease at which she drew me up. We went up to my room and sat down at the computer. I started my edited video and we watched ourselves lose our virginities. I noticed that while I was playing with the mouse Marion was playing with her tits. At the end of my composite she grabbed my head and we got into a huge liplock. When we broke apart we both stood and went to my bed. Marion grabbed a condom on her way by my night stand and when I got on the bed she put it on my ready shaft. Then she straddled me and guided my prong into her slippery slit. She was really into it and was bouncing up and down on me. I watched the erotic display for a moment and then reached out and got my camera from the stand. I had already set it up as a video camera, so there was no fumbling to get some closeup shots of cock in cunt action. Shooting one handed I reached out and started feeling up her clit. She bounced faster. After a short bit of recording I set the camera aside and reached out to play with her nipples. Another speed up. Marion started her litany again and I felt myself building to release. She gave a final scream and her vaginal walls clamped down on me and I let loose into her. Marion collapsed down onto my chest and we just lay there in the aftershock of our joining. After a couple of minutes of silence, as we came back to this world, she whispered, "Oh, it just gets better. Every time we do it is better than the last. Oh, Mark, I love you!" "I love you, too, Marion." I echoed without a moment's hesitation. I knew that declaring love was something that guys should be leery of, but what else are you going to say to a girl you've just balled and are still plugged into? For whatever reason, my cock thought it was a great idea to reharden. Not that it had lost much hardness anyway, but enough that Marion felt the difference. "Oh!! Yes, again!" she squealed. I had enough sense left to say, "Condoms are a one use item. We've got to separate to put on another one." "Oh, yeah." was her reply as she rolled off of me toward the night stand. While she was grabbing a new rubber I stripped off the used one and dropped it by the side of the bed. The trash was on the side near the night stand. I gave a quick pull on my cock to move any trace semen toward the head. As Marion rolled back toward me she saw what I was doing and correctly interpreted it. She knelt at my side, dipped her head to my rod and engulfed me, sealing her lips and cleaning me on the up stroke. Then she put the condom on and spun in place, laughed that wonderful laugh, put her head down and butt up, wiggled it and barked, "Arf!!" I laughed and quickly got behind her and slammed into her waiting love canal. I gripped her hips and thrust forward while pulling her toward me. In minutes she had an orgasm. It hit her so fast and hard that she didn't have a chance to call on me and God. Just a scream and than almost immediately another. And another. I lost count at that point because with her vagina spasming almost continually I reached the point of no return and thrust into her as deep as I could and blew off. I actually saw stars as my vision went dim. We collapsed across the bed, separating, turned toward one another and went into a soul binding hug. Kisses followed. We slowed to gentle kisses and soft murmurings and then just lay there cuddling. I eventually noticed that we were drifting toward sleep. I fought my way back to consciousness and said, "We can't go to sleep! We might sleep too long and you'd get in trouble. Gotta wake up." I sat up and took the opportunity to remove the condom. "Oh, God, yes!" Marion gasped. "That would be a disaster!" We both stood up and I got the other condom and put both in the trash. Marion had also gotten out of bed and moved toward one of the computer chairs. She said "That was intense! If we had fallen asleep we would have been out until noon! My parents would have had a cow! But, ya know, if that had happened, and they grounded me forever, I can honestly say that it would have almost been worth it. I never felt anything like that! When we finished there I could have died and been the happiest woman on Earth. Oh, Mark! You are soooo good!" "Thankee, ma'am!" I replied. "The French call the orgasm 'la petite mort', the little death. While you were chain orgasming I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. I'm not sure, but I think that if there was another notch up the scale we might actually die. Intense is just the word. Along with awesome, amazing, sensational, and stunning. You are my muse, challenging me to be the best I can be for you." As I sat down in another computer chair I drew my finger tips along her jaw line, down her throat and across her nipple. I turned toward the computer, not knowing what else to do. "And I want to do whatever makes you happiest." she quietly said. Then in a quick mood shift she got a puzzled look and continued "On Friday, when we met, you mentioned seeing girls on the internet. I've been modeling for you and I have an idea of the poses, but are there pictures of guys, too?" "I've seen some sites with just guys," I replied, "but since that's not the way I lean I really haven't looked for those sites, just stumbled across them. Most of the guys I've seen have been having sex with the women they're with. Ha! When my Mom caught me looking at porn on the net she told me that most hardcore porn sites bear only a passing resemblance to reality. Most women don't shave their pussies, most sex is either a variation of missionary or doggy. Stuff like that." Marion had gotten a shocked look as I said that. "You mean that your mom knows you look at porn and you still have a computer in your room? Doesn't she care?!?" she exclaimed. I laughed and answered, "She cares. Mom... and Dad... are realists and know that while they can slow me down I'm smart enough and computer savvy enough to get past most of the parental controls available. Putting me on my honor to keep my wandering on the net for naked women to only a sometime thing means that I... not them... restrict myself to no more than two or three hours a week. That means I have about seventeen to twenty-five minutes a day or longer if I skip days. I usually do about an hour of porn surf on Friday and Saturday nights. Editing our recording eight hours a day actually is bending my own rule, but that recording isn't... and will never be... on the net." "Oops! I hadn't thought of that." Her face had an interesting panicked look. "You've impressed me as a guy who keeps his word. Promise me that, no matter what, you'll never put pictures of me out on the internet or anywhere else that anyone might see them." I put my hands on her shoulders, looked her straight in the eyes and intoned "I give you my word of honor, before you and God, that I will never put any picture that I take, or have, of you in any place that other people besides the two of us might see you, unless you give me your permission to do so." I paused, lowered my hands and continued, "I put that last there so that if I take an innocent picture of you, or you give me a school photo, I can display it if you tell me I can." Another pause. "Actually, any nude picture I take of you until after you turn eighteen is considered kiddie-porn and can get me put in jail. Juvie now, but I still don't want to go there, so you're pretty safe, even if you didn't have my word that it won't happen. Oh, one caveat. I'm going to have our photos and recordings on this computer. I've password protected the directory and subdirectories and taken some other precautions as well, but Murphy's Law says that whatever can go wrong, will. My parents leave my computer alone, but if anyone accidentally sees those pics I will not have deliberately caused that to happen. I give you my word on that, also. You good with that?" "Yes." she replied. "I trust you. You've been the sane one of us two. I might not have thought of birth control that first night. You did. I was dropping off to sleep in your arms tonight. You got us up. You gave me your word... and set it so that I have control of who sees the pictures. There was enough wiggle room in that promise to make me totally believe you. If you hadn't added that permission thing, and told me about the off chance on this computer, I might have not been certain. But with those... I've got no problems." She laughed and said, "Now show me porn on the net, especially guys. Remember, while you have comparisons of what girls look like I don't have that database for guys." I laughed, turned, fired up my browser and dropped into the lower reaches of the net. For the next hour I wandered about, carefully staying away from the nastier sites. I searched for and found guy pics, mostly on gay sites, and I showed Marion pics and clips of people engaged in sex. I repeated my mom's comment about the relative lack of pubic hair and the way sex was done on a few sites. She said that we should try some of the positions sometime. Anal intercourse got a "Ewww!" from her and a light bondage site made her look thoughtful, with no comment. She was as appalled at the guys who were hung like horses as I was at the women who had tits that would make a cow proud. Since I had been looking at porn for about a year and a half I had a good opinion about the type of girl that interested me. Marion fit my ideal pretty well. Maybe her bust line could be a bit bigger, but she was still young. Having looked at her mother the last couple of days I felt that bust development would come in its own good time. Her mom appeared to have the average female bust line. I remembered a site that I had wandered through and went there. It was a medical site devoted to females and had a ton of information about how the female body worked and some of the problems that were uniquely feminine. I went to a page that had data on mensuration. I pointed out to Marion that an irregular period like hers was not normal and also pointed out that birth control pills were usually prescribed to correct the situation. She got a happy look and said "When my next period hits I think I'm going to exaggerate how much the cramps hurt. They hurt, but I'll make mom think I'm dying. I'll get her to take me to a doctor and maybe I'll be able to get on the pill. Then we won't have to worry about having a condom available." "Yeah, that would be great! Just remember when you see the doc to have your mom in the waiting room. The doc will know that you've become sexually active and I assume you don't want your mom to know." I grinned. "Hmmm... how long ago was your last period?" "It was forty-four days ago." she answered. "I've been hoping the last couple of days that the next one holds off until after your folks get back." I popped 'sex during mensuration' to google and then started looking at the sites. She considered the answers and said "Well, they say it's safe, but while they don't say anything about it, its gotta be messy. Even messier than deflowering. I just hope that it holds off for now." Another thoughtful look and she said, "I wish my folks would allow the internet. I think its amazing how I can pose a question and you can so quickly find the answer. The library really doesn't have much about... female problems. God, I wish I had your parents! They let you do all sorts of things my parents find so wrong." I knew I should keep quiet, but my mouth decided to lead a life of its own, "All parents raise their kids in the manner they see is best. Some, like mine, are fairly lenient, while others, like yours, are sorta strict. We're one sigma off the average on the bell curve. Then there are others who fall way out of the curve, from not giving a damn about their kids to outright abuse. I've not seen any bruises on you and your folks do let you sleep in the back yard. From what you've said about them I would have expected that to never have happened. How did you convince them that you could sleep alone outdoors?" She had clouded up during my comment, but the last question distracted her. "I nagged them to acceptance. I just wouldn't let go. I wore them down. I worked on that tent setup for three months. After agreeing to the tent they tried to get Naomi, my little sister, to sleep out with me. Both of us pitched a fit. She likes her bed and I wanted to be alone." She gave a big sigh. "Yeah, I know they love us, but it's all black and white to them, no grey. If a thing doesn't fit in with their world outlook... it's evil. If a person doesn't belong to their church... or their political party... or has a different outlook on life... that person is evil and is going to hell. Dad does his job and then comes home and tells us of the evil he has seen that day. Never any good word. My grandparents on both sides are dead. Mom was an only child and the only other relative I know anything about I've never met. Dad hasn't spoken to his brother for over thirty years because his brother married a Vietnamese girl while he was over there. Dad calls her a whore." What's your uncle's name?" I broke in to the torrent. "Steve." She replied. "Know anything else?" I asked. "Middle name, state, anything?" "We get a Christmas card every year that I assume is from him," she said. "but mom generally intercepts it and tears it up. A couple years ago I found a piece of ripped envelope, part of a card still in it, postmarked from somewhere in New York." I had gone to a phone lookup site. I typed in Steve Hollister, New York and hit the button. There were a few. I turned to Marion and said, "One of those may be your uncle. And before you ask, no you can't use our phone to make a long distance call. My folk would notice that. Besides they're probably asleep in New York." Marion had sparked up when I had pulled up the list, then pouted. I don't have any sisters, but I've a lot of girl cousins who I have seen twist their dads around their little fingers. That pout was at lease a nine on a scale of ten. My first reaction was to want to help this obviously in distress nude girl, but fortunately my guard dog barked at that moment. I looked at the computer and fairly stupidly said, "Oh, look at the time. It's 3:30. We'd better wrap up here. Can I escort you to your tent, my lady?" Marion glared at me... and then her sense of the absurd took over and she giggled, "Of course, my lord, you may accompany me to my bower." and she held out her hand which I took and kissed. We rose, I grabbed a condom, looked a question at her and got a big grin in response. We headed back to her yard. She bent to unzip her tent giving me a good flash of her pussy. I had been looking at her nude form all night. I'm not sure if it's a quirk of my makeup or something genetically hardwired into guys, but I went from sorta hard to very hard with the back rear view of pussy. I opened and rolled the condom onto my shaft. She got onto all fours to crawl into her tent and I got harder. I followed her in and grabbed her hips. There was a quiet squeal and she pushed back with her hips trapping my rod between us. I moved a hand from her hip and reached under to stroke her slit, ending at her clit. She was plenty wet. I moved my hips back, lined up and entered her. When she started getting vocal I realized that this was probably a mistake and reached out to cover her mouth. She took the hint and clamped her lips shut, muffling her cries of passion. Then she dropped her arms and buried her face in her sleeping bag with her tail high. I was slamming into her and she was bucking back at me, our shared passion climbing higher and higher. She gave a muffled scream into her sleeping bag and fell forward as her vaginal walls quivered in orgasm. I went over the top and blew my load into her. I continued pounding into her until I was completely milked dry. I pulled out and lay down beside her, pulling her into the shelter of my arms. We lay like that for a bit while we calmed down and then I kissed her, said goodnight, and then said, "You'd better open the vent windows a bit to let the smell of sex clear out. Wouldn't want your dad to start wondering." Marion looked puzzled and asked what I meant. "Sex has a beautiful, musky, and unmistakable odor. Your dad peeks into the tent every morning before he goes to work. If he smells sex he could stop you from camping." "He peeks into my tent?!? Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "I've been masturbating like mad since Friday. I really like the feeling of an orgasm. What if he smelled that." "Yup, he looks." I confirmed. "That alarm I showed you woke me up a few times before I set it to turn off at four. But don't worry, he never peeks in on Saturday, likes to sleep in I guess, and Sunday you're indoors... or supposed to be. But this morning is Monday and he'll go to work, so you've got to air the tent out." I reached over and unzipped one of the side windows so the flap hung down about a foot. "If you leave the windows and door open just that much all night it should be OK. Your tarp protects you from the dew, anyway." "Thanks, I'll do that." she said. "I didn't know." I left he tent, zipping it most of the way up, and went back to my house, and trashed the condom. I reset my Marion alarm to run all night and went to bed. *=*=*=* Monday - Day 4 *=*=*=* My Marion alarm went off at 5:45 AM. I groggily staggered to the computer and watched Marion's dad go up to the tent. He saw the partially open door and paused. Then he looked in. As he turned and walked toward his car I saw him smile. Just a dad checking that his daughter is safe. I went back to bed. I woke again near nine. I got up, took a shower, then ate breakfast and went back to editing. Mom called at noon and we talked for a short time, assuring each other that we were fine. I took a break then for lunch and to refine my search for Steve Hollister. About an hour later I had it down to a choice of three. Without more data I couldn't get any closer. I went back to editing. Supper came and was eaten and I did want was becoming habit and cleaned up any clutter and did dishes. I went and took what was also becoming a standard habit of an evening hour and a half nap. When I woke up it was just before nine. I had a thought and went on to the net. I found what was playing at the local mall theater. I found a romantic comedy I thought Marion would like and a thriller I knew I would like. I had another forty or fifty minutes until true dark. I dressed in dark jeans and t-shirt. I put some condoms and a ziplock baggie into my camera belt pouch. Then I did a little editing. When I saw it was dark out I got my sandals on and snuck into the Hollister's backyard and into Marion's tent. After ten minutes of no alarm or police showing up I relaxed and looked around. I had wondered if she slept in the dress or jeans that she normally went to and from the house in or if she slept nude. With her dad peeking in, I hoped not. I found a nightgown. Mystery solved. I got under Marion's sleeping bag. About ten after ten Marion unzipped the tent door and came in, pausing to look at my room. She zipped the door and lay back on her sleeping bag... and me. A very startled noise, a blindingly fast spin around and a punch toward my face. I got my arms up just in time and then she recognized me. "Mark, you goof!!" she hissed, "I could have hurt you!" and she threw herself into my arms. We hugged and kissed and disrobed each other. We were both wearing about the same. Neither of us had on underwear. We were soon nude and soon after that I had a condom on and she had her legs on my shoulders and I was pumping into her. When she started to be vocal I leaned in and gave her a deep french kiss and continued kissing her as we made love. Eventually we reached our climaxes and fell together, snuggling. I took and tied off the condom and put it in the baggie. Then I said, "You've been kind enough to indulge me in my voyeuristic perversion, I thought that tonight we could explore your exhibitionistic bent. I want to go out walking with you tonight. You can show me where you like to wander and I could take pictures of your explorations. I don't really need flash. The moonlight will give a beautiful other worldly glow to the pictures." She laughed, immediately clamping down on the sound level, and said, "We're a perfect match. I'm an exhibitionist and you're a voyeur. I show off and you record it. What time is it?" I showed her my watch. "OK, we shouldn't go out for a bit yet. Oh, what shall we do to pass the time away?" As she asked her question she reached out and took hold of my semi-soft cock. She leaned in and proceeded to lick the tip. I got her into my arms and rolled over with her on top in the classic sixty-nine position. Time passed quickly. I brought Marion to two orgasms before I dumped my load down her throat. She didn't let a drop get away. Afterward we lay in a very companionable silence, just holding one another. Eventually, she put her flip-flops on and said, "OK, it's time. Let's go roving." I put on my sandals and we left the tent. As we wandered south out into the neighborhood I quickly noticed that she was careful to keep to shadows and near to buildings and shrubs. I snapped pictures as we went thru the lit spots. Occasionally I would have her stop in some photogenic bright spot and I'd do several shots. After we had been out for a bit we saw a car coming and ducked into some deeper shadow and watched the police car drive by. I asked if that happened a lot and she said that car dodging was half the fun. The police usually didn't patrol our subdivision too often as it was generally very quiet, but she had seen them before. We flitted from shadow to shadow getting farther and farther from home. We stayed away from commercial areas, schools and the like because we didn't want to show up on someone's security camera. After about forty minutes Marion saw a little park and we checked it out. I got some good shots of her on the sliding board, swings and carousel. We sat at a picnic bench and started hugging and kissing. Which led to fondling. Marion was very excited and didn't need much encouragement to sit on the edge of the picnic bench. I got a condom from my pouch, put it on and thrust into her. I began drilling into the wet and warm recesses of her quivering pussy. She soon began her shout out to God, me and everyone and as she climaxed, so did I. In the back of my mind I noticed that the usual 'Oh, Mark!' had been replaced with 'Oh, lover!'. Smart! I panted, "We better get out of here. Someone is bound to have heard that and the cops might be by at any moment." Marion agreed with a grin and we took off. I dumped the condom into a trash can as we went by it. It was after several blocks that we noticed the flashing red and blue lights behind us. We giggled softly and continued back home. I'm going to stop mentioning the condoms. We always used them. Sometimes it was the last sane thought and other times it was well thought out. From now, just assume we used them. When we got there I escorted Marion into her tent and we made love again. This time as our pleasure progressed she clinched her mouth shut and merely loudly moaned. After we orgasmed we lay there a bit and then helped each other into our clothes and we agreed that the next night would be at my house and I wouldn't be in her tent when she came out. I asked "Do you think you could get permission from your folks to go see a movie or hang out at the mall sometime this week?" I told her of the movies I had found. "It's unlikely." she answered, "but I'll ask and maybe a miracle will happen." I went home. Before I crashed I gathered up all the trash and tied off the bags. I took them out, put them in the big trash can and placed that on the curb. Trash pickup is Tuesday and Friday. *=*=*=* Tuesday, Day 5 *=*=*=* A day of more photo downloading, editing, quick meals, clean up, masturbation (not too much of that. Marion and I really got it on of an evening) and a nap. When Marion finally left her tent for my place I was at the door and ready for her. We started kissing and then made sweet love on the couch. It was during this that I recognized that while the sex with this wonderful girl was great, my love of her had gone beyond the need of sex and her mere presence was enough to make me happy and glad to be with her. I had to smile at the absurdity of these thoughts while I was driving my cock into her pussy and bringing us both to a soul binding orgasm. Afterward, as we lay there together, she asked about the smile and I tried my best to tell her my thoughts. Words can never really describe emotions. She agreed that meeting me was the absolute best thing to ever happen to her. As we professed our love for one another we hugged and kissed to another gentle coupling. I will never get tired of watching Marion's face as she orgasms. La petite mort. Beautiful. Then we went up to my room and I showed her the result of my researches into her uncle. I had printed out everything I could find out about each of the three candidates. She again wanted to call and again I pointed out that calling people at one in the morning, two in the time zone they were in, was not a real nice thing to do. She reluctantly agreed and thanked me for the info I had dug up. She told me that she had gotten permission to hang around the mall for a couple hours while her mom was getting her hair done. That would be Thursday. I checked when the movies were and they didn't start at good times for the schedule, so we would just window shop and snack at the food court. The thanks turned to hugs and kisses and then to bed with her on top, riding me. I am getting fond of this position. It allows me to play with either tits or clit while Marion is doing the bouncy bounce on me. The view is super erotic, too. As we lay there in the afterglow of our coupling I suggested that we shoot a shower scene for the almost completed first night movie. Marion enthusiastically agreed and we set things up. I had gone to the web to various vidcam's manufacturers and had found that two of my vidcams were waterproof. Our shower is part of the bathtub. It has a sliding glass door to stop the water. I put the two waterproof cams in the corners at the tub end away from the shower and aimed in it's direction. The other four cams went above the shower head at each corner aimed down and in. The PC went on the commode since my cables weren't long enough to reach to my room. Setting this up with the help of a very friendly naked girl was fun and exciting. We watched the last little bit of the first night movie and made note of how Marion had her hair and the state of our arousal. I turned the cams on and we went into the shower. We fooled around and had lots of soapy fun. I bought her to a satisfying orgasm and then held her to the wall while she wrapped her legs around my hips and we joined. I'm not real sure if I entered her or she lowered herself onto me, but whatever the case we were one and together we soared to the heights and after several eons of pleasure we both orgasmed. We spent a few years just reintegrating our worlds as we softly mumbled sweet nothings to each other. We eventually disconnected and finished the shower. There really wasn't much fondling during the last bit of bathing. There wasn't any need. We had just had a truly mystical joining. Anything more would have been redundant or a let down. Highs like that aren't meant to be more than momentary. We moved the computer and cameras a bit and then quickly jumped in and out of the shower and thoroughly dried off. Then we took everything back to my room. It was a bit strange. I can't really recall if we said anything to each other for the longest time after that soul merge. We must have, but I don't remember. We moved computer stuff twice, did a scene between moves and I don't remember talking. We just cooperated on a level beyond speech. Later, when I reviewed the drying scene, there were no words, but we were handing each other towels, helping each other dry, all in silence. Once the computer was back in its accustomed position we moved to the bed and just clung to each other for a long time. Again, no words, no petting. Just two people who have had a merging that the gods would envy. It was a good half hour after the shower when Marion whispered, "I can not believe that anything could possibly be more intense than that. What if that never happens again?" "We'll always have that memory" I replied, "We'll always try to make it happen again. Although I suspect that the harder we try the less likely it will happen. I'm not real sure exactly what happened, but, oh God, do I want it to happen again. Did our souls merge with each other and the universe or was that just my over active imagination?" "That's what I felt." she said softly. "Oh, Mark, I think we... merged... bonded... I don't know the word to use, but we just did something that I'm afraid few others achieve." "I like to think I have a large vocabulary," I mused, "but I'm gonna have to think about what just happened to even try to come up with a word that describes it." Two sharp dog barks. "Damn!" I exclaimed. "You gotta go. I wish you could stay. I want you to stay. Oh, God, I need you to stay... but you gotta go." Marion sighed, "I know... I'd love to stay here in your arms, but... I gotta go. Damn!" I went with her to the door and she stopped me there, kissed me and left. I went back to bed. *=*=*=* Wednesday, Day 6 *=*=*=* My day was spent editing in the shower scene. The first night movie was almost complete. I figured I'd put the final touches on it tomorrow. Mom called again and we talked for about fifteen minutes. I took my now daily nap, had supper, cleaned up and waited for Marian. We were going for a walk again. We had some 'pass the time' sex before heading out. We walked north indulging in our mutual perversions of exhibitionist and voyeur. We walked and talked as any couple will, although nude. After walking for over an hour Marion told be that she had never walked this far from home before. She would usually turn back after about twenty to forty minutes so as not to be out too long. I figured that with the cautious way we'd been walking we were maybe two miles from home. I saw a small park near by and pointed it out to her. It was just a small monument to local vets with a cannon, a couple of benches and a couple of permanent chess tables and chairs. I thought it would be a perfect place for some photos and a little outdoor sex. Marion giggled and led the way. We hadn't seen the two guys with the brown bag sitting on the third far bench. They saw us though. "Gawd, Jim, will ya look at that. Naked pussy!!!!" cried the bigger guy. "Oh, ho, looks right young. Probably real tight, seein' how she's with a little shrimp." said the guy about my size. "We just naturally gotta show her what a real man is like." They both looked to be in their early twenties, grubby and a bit drunk. I knew there would be no way to talk us out of a bad scene so I yelled at Marion, "Run!" while getting between them and her. The big guy got to me first and almost casually pounded me aside. I'm not a fighter, but I thought I'd give Marion at least a little head start. I didn't lose consciousness, for which I'm forever grateful, but I couldn't move. If I had been knocked out I would have missed seeing what happened next. Marion hadn't run. In fact, as the guy hit me, she did some sort of move that ended with her fully extended leg planted firmly in the guy's crotch. An eye blink later, as he doubled over, she brought an elbow crashing down to the back of his head. Then she gracefully spun away from him and did something that caused the other guy, who was rushing in, to act like he was clotheslined. His feet continued forward, but his head going around Marion's arm was the center of the arc they made. He crashed to the ground and Marion did a flying leap onto him, landing knees first on his chest and then smashing both fists down to his shoulders. I heard bone snap, both when she landed and when she hit him. She used the momentum of her shoulder smash to roll forward off of him and come up standing. She spun in place and her foot hit the guy in the head and he went out like a light. After her spin kick she dropped into that stance that she had taken that first night we met. I resolved to try to never get her angry with me. She was obviously waiting for either of the two to do more than twitch. When they didn't move she hurried over to me. "Are you alright?" she asked, noting that I was sort of conscious and not completely out of it. "Yeah, I think so." I gasped, "I... I... You... Oh, God, I tried to protect you, but you ended up saving us both." "I've been taking martial arts since I was six." she said. "Can you move?" I tested my fingers and toes and when they responded I tried moving legs and arms. I slowly started up and Marion reached down and pulled me up. I thanked her and then hugged her. She hugged back and when I flinched she had me turn around. My left shoulder and back were pretty badly scraped. "Oh, we're going to have to take care of that... soon. What are we going to do about these guys? They were going to stomp you and rape me. They shouldn't get away with that, but if we call the cops I'll be grounded for life." I grinned and said "I occasionally have a very nasty mind. Let's strip them and set up some staged shots." Marion checked to see if they were alive. They were. We quickly stripped them. Marion went over and got the brown bag, which contained bourbon. She picked the cleanest t-shirt and dumped some alcohol on to it. "Hold still a minute." she said, "This will sting, but it will get a lot of the debris out of the wounds." and proceeded to wipe my back. WHOA!! It truly did sting, but with the warning I didn't yelp, just gasped. After the first aid we put the smaller guy face down on one of the chess tables. I arranged his hands and arms to look like he was grabbing the edge of the table. Then we got the big guy on top of him. His arms went on his partner's hips. Beautiful shots looking like they were butt fucking. We dumped them back on the ground and I looked in my camera bag and came out with some cable ties. I'm a geek, of course I have cable ties handy. These were just big enough to go around one wrist. Then I took another tie and joined them. Getting out the indelible marker that I had I wrote on their foreheads 'RAPIST' and on their chests 'RAPE IS EVIL'. I got their brown bag and poured a little on each of them. By the time I ended doing all that Marion was laughing that wonderful laugh. I reached out to her and we hugged, she was careful of my back, and then we started kissing and hands began roaming. We were quickly joined at the hip on the chess table and our passion flew to the stars. There was no gentleness, just a quick urgent joining of two people who were glad to be alive with our vanquished foes in the dust at our feet. I didn't stop her as she began to call to God and me and our joy was quite audible. I did notice again that she was using 'lover' where she usually used 'Mark'. Smart is so sexy! Neither one of us had used the other's name the entire time we'd been outside. As keyed up as we were we didn't last long and our orgasms left us weak. But not weak enough to stop us from getting our stuff and their stuff and getting the hell out of there. About three blocks away the condom and some clothes went down a storm drain. Over the next six blocks, in a deliberate course away from our homes, the rest of their clothes went down also. I kept their wallets, which had a total of fifty-seven dollars. At one point we noticed behind us a lot of flashing red and blue lights. The cops had arrived. Then we continued home. We stopped at my house and showered together, during which Marion made sure to completely clean the wounds on my back. We also felt each other up to orgasm. After we dried off she hydrogen peroxided my scrapes and rubbed in some antibiotic ointment and I took pain meds. We reminded each other, for the fifth time that night, that we would meet at the mall food court at one. We were eager for that. We got back to her tent and we made love one more time and then I went home to bed. *=*=*=* Thursday, Day 7 *=*=*=* I woke up sore... again. Twice in one week. 'Vitamin I' and a hot shower helped. I'm glad Marion had helped with my back. It probably would have been worse. While eating breakfast I turned on the TV and caught the local news. Oops! We were in it... sort of. The cops had been called to the park because of screams. Marion can be rather loud when cumming. The cops found the two unconscious, bound and marked dudes. They didn't have any indication or proof of rape so all they were going to charge them with was indecent exposure and public drunkenness. However, that would wait until they got out of the hospital. They were still unconscious. The hospital spokes-person didn't actually say 'coma', but that was the sense of it. I downloaded the best of the setup photos and did a little work with PhotoShop. I printed two copies, got a couple envelopes and crafted a letter to our assailants. I told them that unless they were very vague and contradictory in their descriptions of us there would be a photo like this on every telephone pole, mailbox, stop sign and storefront in their neighborhood. They were to just let it drop. We knew where they lived. I put the letter, the fold out from their wallets containing photos, their driver's licenses, credit cards into the envelopes. I was keeping the money for pain, suffering and mental anguish. Then I caught a bus and rode out to the mall to meet Marion. There was a post office across from the mall. I weighed the letters, figured out he postage, bought some stamps from the machine and dropped the envelopes in the slot. Then I went over to the food court, got a soda, and grabbed a table for two. I was early, but Marion eventually showed up and she spotted me before I noticed her. She did the hands over eyes, 'Guess who?' routine and we laughed. I asked if she wanted a sundae and she nodded. I got us each one and we ate them while discussing the news. I told her what I had done with the setup photos. We agreed that unless the police came knocking on our door we wouldn't volunteer any confessions and even then playing dumb was a key. After eating we wandered around the mall. At one of the phone kiosks I bought a prepaid cellphone with the ill gotten booty and Marion decided to use it immediately. She had the information sheet I had given her in her purse. I told her that since now was business hours if she got an answering machine to just hang up and try that number later. The first call got a lady who said her husband was an only child. The second call rang until the answering machine picked up. The third call got a lady who said that her husband did indeed have a brother named Michael who didn't want anything to do with them. Marion started crying and I took the phone from her and introduced myself as Marion's computer savvy boy friend. I said that Marion was overcome, but would pull herself together quickly. I told her of the search I had done for Marion and that this was the first opportunity Marion had found to call. When the lady, she introduced herself as Diane, asked if there was going to be a reconciliation I had to say probably not. I told Diane that Marion's folks didn't even know about me seeing Marion and that this was entirely Marion acting on her own. I opined that Marion could be in big trouble if her folks found out that she was either dating or finding long lost relatives. Diane was puzzled and asked how they could be 'long lost' when Steve sent Christmas cards every year. I started to tell her about the torn cards when Marion asked for the phone back. The fierceness of her explanation of her quest to find her uncle sort of startled me. However, after watching her talk to her aunt for a while I accepted that fierce was a part of Marion's make up. I wouldn't love her as much without it. After talking for a bit more Marion scrambled for a pen and wrote a number on the contact sheet. She said her good-byes to Diane and hung up. "Oh, Mark, she gave me Uncle Steve's office number." she said happily. "I'm gonna call now." She dialed the number and asked for Steve Hollister. Waited a moment and then said "Uncle Steve? This is Marion Hollister. I've just figured out how to contact you." Pause. "Yes, my Dad is Michael and Mom is Mary and they don't know I'm calling you." Longer pause. "Yes, we live outside of Detroit now. I have a computer savvy friend that helped me track you down. Dad doesn't allow the internet at home, but my friend has the internet and he narrowed it down to three Steve Hollisters." Short pause and "He's right here." and handed me the phone. "Hello, sir." I said. "Thank you for helping my niece." he said. "You know that if my brother finds out you helped Marion you'll be forbidden to see her again." I laughed and said "If her folks find out she has a boyfriend she'll be grounded until she's eighteen. Finding you for her is the least of my worries. It made her happy and that's my current goal in life." "How old are you, son?" he asked. "I'm fifteen as of last February." I answered. "Marion turns fifteen in September. Before you ask, we met not that long ago. It was raining and I offered shelter... sorta like that sixties song about the umbrella." He laughed and told me to give the phone back the Marion. I told her to have a good talk and that I'd go get us cokes. She nodded and took the phone. I wandered off while they talked. Family, and I wasn't part of it. When I got back she was still on the phone and I tapped my watch to remind her that she had to meet her mother. She grimaced and started to wind things up with her uncle and arrange ways of contacting him. "Oh, Mark", Marion gushed, "Thank you for finding my Uncle. I have two cousins. Leanne and Howard. I'll have to think of a way to meet them someday." We still had a half hour yet, so we window shopped and talked and wandered about. I escorted her back to the food court and waited on the other side of it until her mom showed up. Before I left the mall I went to the drug store and bought a newspaper and more condoms. We'd already used around half of what I'd bought before. I caught the bus back home. As I walked up the driveway I had a thought and got my bike out. I picked it up and tossed it along the carport. Alibi for my injuries for when the folks got home. Did more editing and made sure to catch the six o'clock news. Nothing new, the guys were still out of it, but they interviewed a police spokesperson who said that vigilantism was not condoned by the police and that they were looking for the person or persons responsible for the beating of the two victims. The reporter guy made the point that the 'victim' was probably the intended rapee, not the two that were in the hospital. I could see the police rep being annoyed. If they really wanted us they undoubtedly could find us. There's always something. I hadn't been careful with handling things. However, being fourteen and fifteen we didn't have fingerprints on file. They may have been able to get DNA from Marion's dripping pussy on the chess table or my blood from the ground where I hit, but again we weren't on file. I don't think there were any videocams around, but you never know. Those things turn up in the weirdest places. The two idiots may actually be able to describe more than tits and pussy. Would they dare admit we being beat up by a girl? We'd just have to wait and see. I ate, cleaned up, took my hour nap and then did more editing. I noted when Marion went into her tent. I undressed. At eleven I was watching the local news. Marion came in just after eleven, nude, sat beside me and watched the rest of the news with me. The guys were still in a coma and really nothing new. The police would be out in force patrolling the streets for the near future. We talked about it, agreed that nude neighborhood walking was out for a while. We hugged each other and had a slow and consoling joining on the couch. Afterward Marion checked my scrapes and decided that we needed to shower and medicate me again. While in the shower she asked what I was going to tell my folks about the injuries. I told her what I had done with the bike. We petted each other while getting clean. After we were dry Marion took care of my scrapes. She insisted that I wear a t-shirt to avoid staining the sheets. For the next couple hours we made gentle love to each other and gave voice to our worries about the previous night. We found support and acceptance in each other's arms. Marion eventually went back to her tent and I put out the trash and went to bed. *=*=*=* Friday, Day 8 *=*=*=* The morning news was full of a big fire that killed several people. No mention of a couple of guys in the hospital. That was old news and not worth following up on. Mom called again and told me that she would next call just before they got home on Sunday, probably in the sixish time frame and we would go out for dinner. Computer gaming, food, clean up and a nap took me to Marion's arrival. I had noted that she left her tent clothed, so I met her at the door in t-shirt and jeans. We watched the news and saw nothing that interested us. I told her of my folks arrival plans and she told me of the party her folks were throwing tomorrow. We had been gently hugging and kissing during the news and planning conversation. A peaceful and relaxed feeling accompanied our touches and these feeling grew stronger with each passing moment, even as our passions mounted. The hugs grew firmer and the kisses longer. We slowly undressed each other and continued the sweet caresses. When we were nude Marion said "Let's go to your bed. There's more room." I kissed her and helped her up and we walked upstairs hand in hand. We were that relaxed and even more excited than I can ever remember. We got onto the bed and continued the hugs, kisses and caresses. At one point, with none of her usual vocals, Marion orgasmed, merely going into a tight clinch as it hit her. Surprised, I continued to feel her, but without her saying a word I knew that it was time. I caught her legs and brought them onto my arms and entered her. We were no longer shy young virgins. In our week together we had learned where things went and what positions were the most pleasurable. Her vagina was still very tight, but access was easy. I entered her, my sword of passion went into her sheathe of longing. We were one. Our movement complimented each other's and there were no missteps. I played with her bosom and as I watched her face I felt as if I were falling into the deep blue pools of her eyes. Our passion mounted and without a word we slowed to lengthen our time joined. How long we maintained our joining I probable could figure out, but while involved it was timeless. Marion started her litany and as she did I felt myself drawn along with her to the peak of passion. Our orgasms hit at the same instant. We fell apart and then rolled to each other and embraced. It was another of those times when nothing needed said. We each knew what the other needed and provided the caress, hug or kiss as needed. We both realized what was need most was another bout. This time I lay back and Marion almost did a flying mount. She bounced on me while I played with her nipples and clit. She started a chain orgasm. As she did she began to tire and I dropped my hands to her hips and helped her continue to bounce and orgasm. Once again, was it only a short time or several eons. I have no idea. Eventually I had my release and reached for her shoulder to bring her into my embrace. We lay there, joined at the hip and a great light dawned. "It happened again... and this time I know the word that fits." I said, knowing that I shouldn't say that word, but it was the only word that fit. "Married is the word we're searching for. We're way too young, but I know that you are the woman I will marry, if you'll have me after you graduate from high school, when were both eighteen." Marion gave a startled gasp and sat up straight on me. She looked at me with an intensity that probed into my heart, my soul. She answered, "You're so very right. We are too young. Yet... married fits what we felt this time and the last so perfectly that all I can say is YES! We'll work out the details later, but you are my... husband." I had been to two wedding of cousins in the last six months and my memory is pretty good. "And you are my wife." I said in turn and while holding this naked sprite continued, "I, Mark, plight to thee, Marion, my troth and I pledge to be true to thee in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor thee all the days of my life." Again she gasped and said, "I, Marion, take thee Mark, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, and thereto I pledge thee my faith." She bent down to kiss me and I rolled so that we became unplugged from each other. This was necessary for quick change purposes. As soon as I was ready I had Marion's ankles on my shoulders and was plunging into her again. We were immediately lost in a universe of pleasure and love. Marion soon was chain orgasming. We would never know if it was ten orgasms or ten thousand. Was the time less than an hour or longer than the universe has been in existence? All I know is that when I came into her we both passed out, fortunately not for long. We lay there together and held each other wordlessly until it was time to part once again for the night. *=*=*=* Saturday, Day 9 *=*=*=* This was our last night. My folks would be home tomorrow night. Marion's folks threw a minor monkey wrench into things by having a small party with people from their church. The last people left just before eleven. Marion wasn't able to sneak out until almost one. Since she had to be up for church in the morning we had to cram as much sex as we could into two hours. That makes it sound like a chore... actually it was awesome! We didn't get to the 'one with the universe' stage, but during that two hours of raw sex I brought Marion to almost a dozen orgasms while reaching three of my own. *=*=*=* Epilogue *=*=*=* My mom showed where I get my smarts and asked about the girls I had in while they were gone. Maybe she was fishing, but our family works on honesty. Telling lies by telling the absolute truth is an art form. The question asked allowed no wiggle room. I confessed. Mom said she wouldn't offer much interference, however, she made a house rule of no unsupervised girls in the house. At the same time she declared that she needed her sleep and she would no longer get up and join me if I got up to get a snack. Adding 'girl' plus 'moonlight walks' she figured out that a bike accident hadn't happened and was only partially reassured that we had covered our tracks when I told her of the fight. 'Operation Menstrual Cramp Overact' started a few days later. It was over a week before I joined her in her tent. She was on the pill, but it wouldn't be effective until after school started. I still had condoms. We met as often as we could. Marion got permission to camp Friday nights after school started as long as the weather permitted and her grades were maintained. The Friday after Labor Day was our first sex without a condom. It was magnificent. We both preferred bareback. Her algebra grade started slipping and I started tutoring her. That helped us enjoy a very mild autumn through the beginning of October. Then the Michigan climate kicked in and camping... and sex... stopped. We came up with a desperate 'all or nothing' plan. One November Sunday before Veteran's Day I was taking out the garbage when the Hollisters returned from church. Marion was 'startled' to recognize the boy who was tutoring her in algebra in school. I was 'startled' to recognized the girl I was tutoring. Our parents started talking. Relations between them got better. Sort of the difference between 'cold war' and 'detente'. All we could expect, I guess. Mom worked hard to be friendly. We spent a lot of time, supervised, at each other's home. Marion kept in contact with her Uncle. Our first 'date' was the school's Christmas Ball. From what Marion told me it was her mother's insistence that got her permission to go. That Christmas was 'interesting' in the Chinese sense. After opening my gifts I went over to the Hollisters with a gift for Marion. She had a gift for me. We were having a good time when there was a knock on the door. Uncle Steve and his family showed up. I got out of there as soon as I could. Being in a crossfire is not fun. Since when Steve and family left that evening there was no blood flowing, or at least no ambulance had showed up, I figured at least something had been worked out. Marion called me on her bootleg cellphone. After a stormy hour or so the brothers had agreed to disagree. Her dad would no longer consider her uncle as _personae non grata_. From what Marion said the relationship might be a couple degrees Kelvin warmer than that between them and my parents. Maybe. I had not been mentioned by Steve. We started going to a lot of school functions. Occasionally we found a lonely spot, or a spot that and exhibitionist and a voyeur would call lonely, and enjoyed ourselves. I'm graduating this year and in the fall I've got a really nice academic scholarship to Michigan University. We still consider ourselves to be married, but have decided to officially tie the knot when Marion graduates from college. Life is good. *=*=*=* The End *=*=*=*