Camp Reward 3 The next morning was clear and warm. Jeanette slept in a little longer than usual, then showered and dressed slowly. The dining hall was empty, as the others had already embarked on their trip to the Cities. Kurt was nowhere to be seen. She had some cereal and juice, and filled her daypack up with fruit, cheese sandwiches, and bottled water. Returning to the cabin, she primped a little. There was a touch of anxiety she hadn't felt before. Should she wear something different? Something sexier? She wondered how this would play out. She loved Kurt and trusted him, but would he give into lust, would it go too fast, would she regret it afterward? Would he take the lead? Should she? In the end, she decided to change into a two-piece swimsuit under her t-shirt and shorts, and took along a book and beach towel. She figured that whatever happened, she could at least give the appearance of being out on a hike to find a quiet place to read and sunbathe. She slipped the condoms into her pack and at the last minute threw in a couple of towels and a pack of kleenex. She realized as she stepped out of the cabin that she and Kurt had not set a specific time to meet at the tent, but she put aside her fears and set out. She walked along the familiar camp road until she found the trail that led to the tent sites. There was a light breeze stirring the tops of the aspens, but the air was still down at ground level. A crow sounded a warning as she passed, but a pair of goldfinches seemed to twitter happy greetings to her as she entered the Ojibwe clearing. There was no sound of human activity as she took in the surroundings. Twelve tents were arranged in a semicircle around a fire pit and flag pole. The grass in the clearing was neatly mowed, and the trail curved off to the right toward a shelter with picnic tables. She smiled to herself as her eyes scanned leftward, realizing that Kurt had purposely picked the tent furthest from the trail, in the event of any unexpected hikers. She took a deep breath and stepped into the clearing, feeling as she did so that she was stepping into a new chapter of her life. The tents were all newer medium-sized a-frames, with sides which staked out into a partial knee-wall. They could be entered at either end, and normally opened toward the clearing, but the last on the left was zipped shut, except for a vent flap at the top of the door. She approached the tent softly and peered in, whispering "Kurt?". There was no answer, but she could see that the tent was open at the other end, facing the woods. She walked around and opened the net flap. Where usually 2 or 3 low cots were arranged to hold sleeping campers, there was a full-sized air mattress, with two sleeping bags spread open to make a soft bed. Off to the side, a small camp table had been placed, and was set with a water bottle holding fresh wildflowers. Another small bouquet of wildflowers tied with ribbon was placed carefully on the single pillow. Jeanette held her hand to her mouth with astonishment and delight. Her lover was seeing to every detail. That was just exactly who he was--her lover, her first lover, and at that moment she felt no doubt that she wanted to give herself to this man today. She entered the tent and zipped the netting behind her. The outer flaps were tied back, leaving the tent open to the leafy underbrush outside. She sat on the mattress and removed her shoes and socks, then placed her day pack next to the camp table. There was a tiny rustle in the underbrush as a chipmunk poked its nose out to investigate, then rushed back to safety. There was still no sound of human activity, though Jeanette strained to listen. She tried to relax and breathe deeply, but her heart was pounding with anticipation. She opened a water bottle from her pack, and sipped carefully and deliberately. The tent sat in partial shade, and the breeze rustled the leaves above, making shifting patterns on the fabric. It stirred the tent flaps and cooled the back of her sweat-dampened t-shirt. She slipped the shirt off over her head, and felt her nipples tighten from the coolness, or possibly something else. With that, she determined that her halter top, too, was unnecessary and tossed it aside. She laid back on the pillow, admired the wildflower bouquet and listened to the leaves rustling above. Sparrows and finches were chattering their delight to one another. Two, then three deep breaths, and her heart slowed to its normal rate. She stretched out on the bed with her hands behind her head. She had purposely not masturbated last night, and the tension was building again as she waited for Kurt. The breeze caressed her erect nipples and she traced a finger lazily around each aureola. She let her hand glide over her naked belly just to her waist and sighed. She would wait. This was for Kurt now. She stretched again and closed her eyes, just focusing on the breeze touching her skin and the sounds of the rustling leaves. She might even have dozed lightly, for she wasn't sure how long she had been there when she heard the crow scolding loudly again. Soon she heard the press of approaching footsteps, then, just as she had done, the whispered query. "Jeanette?" "Yes, Kurt, I'm here." She turned to her side, facing the door, and propped herself on an elbow. His expression showed both delight and surprise to see her already half nude, and he paused to take in the sight. He slipped off his sandals, and crawled over next to her. On his knees, he took her hand, kissed it, and looked into her eyes. Somehow she felt more exposed by this gaze than by his appreciative survey of her breasts and legs a moment before, and she closed her eyes. She felt him lie down beside her and take her head in his hands, and then his lips were at her mouth. His kiss was slow, tender, even reverent--yet it spread waves of desire down her spine, across her chest, and into her groin. She moaned with both pleasure and yearning. She reached up for his hand again and looked back into his eyes. "Thank you, Kurt." "For what?" "For this place, for that kiss, for you." She smiled up at him. "Thank you, too, for looking into my eyes and reaching for my hand." "Why that, darling?" "Because you could have stared at my breasts and started groping at them--but you chose not to. And that's how I know you want me, not just sex." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. "But guess what--today you can have anything and everything. I am yours, Kurt Walker." "And I am yours, Jeanette Marie Brown." He kissed her deeply, and opened his lips to receive her probing tongue. "And you do have beautiful breasts, by the way." "Touch them, please. Hold them. Kiss them. Everything is for you now. Oh please, Kurt." She reached for his back and ran her hands under his t-shirt, lifting the hem toward his head. He understood and pulled it the rest of the way off. He fell back down to embrace her, one arm holding her close beneath them and the other exploring her flank and coming to rest cupping her left breast. She sighed into his mouth and hummed appreciation as his finger circled her nipple. Soon he was kissing his way down her throat and nuzzling at each breast in turn. He dragged his lips lightly across the inner surface of each one as his hands caressed their outer edges and tickled at her sensitive underarms. Slowly his lips and tongue found her right nipple and he stroked its prominence with his tongue. She gasped and shivered, and gasped again when he repeated his suckling on the left. He climbed upward again to kiss her mouth and felt the heat of her breasts against his chest. He pulled back slightly as she gasped for breath. "Oh Kurt. Oh my god. Oh god please oh...oh I want you. Oh I love you. Oh... Oh it feels so good." "I love to please you. You're gorgeous. I could make love to just your breasts all day." "Mmm. We have all day. But there's so much more,and I want you so much. " She let her hand roam over his bare chest and around to the small of his back. She slipped a finger beneath his waistband to the top of the cleft between his buttocks, then moved both hands beneath to pull him tightly against her. His erection throbbed against her upper thigh, and she flexed her leg slightly to move against it, first lightly, then firmly as she attacked his mouth with another deep kiss. He counter-attacked, pushing her tongue back into her mouth with his own as he gripped the back of her thigh and pushed his hardness against it. She responded by opening her legs wider and pulling him between, so that his hardness now pressed against her vulva, where she so desperately wanted him to be. Again they held this embrace, hands stroking buttocks, while tongues dueled passionately. "Wow. Just wow. I can't believe how wonderful you are." "I am so ready for you Kurt. I want to make love to you. My god, I'm already soaking wet down there." Kurt trailed his fingers over the front of her shorts. She was soft, moist, and hot, even through her clothes. She reached for him as well, as she had two nights ago, tracing his hardness through his shorts, and circling the tiny wet spot that was forming near its end. Jeanette let go of him, fell back to the mattress and giggled. "I just can't believe this. Everything just feels so perfect!" He looked at her with amusement and delight. He again trailed his hand lightly up and down her sides, belly, and chest, tracing circles around her breasts and navel. "Is this how you imagined it would be? Your first time, I mean?" "Better, definitely. But I kind of don't know where to go next. I mean whether to just rip off the rest of our clothes off and fuck, or to drag it out as long as possible." "I suppose either one is an option, but I think that if we go into another clinch like that last one, we'll be past the point of no return." "Mmmm. I almost feel that way already. And I bet you could explode, too, huh?" "Uh huh. And I even needed to help myself to sleep last night." "Mmmm. So you don't have trouble doing it more than once in a day, do you?" Jeanette trailed her hand back over his chest and stomach, and began teasing at his waistband in front. "Uh no--I'd say that's the least of my problems," he grinned. "Maybe then we should start by relieving a little of this pressure here, hmm?" Her hand again ran over the hard ridge pressing out his shorts, then wandered to his thigh and up the leg hole to trace and tickle his balls through his underwear. "I think you should stand up so that I can take these off and get a good look at this thing." "I want to see you too." He raised himself to his knees between her legs and ran his hands up each leg, then hooked his fingers on her waistband. She watched him drinking in the view of her body as though it was some miraculous landscape, and lifted her hips slightly to let him pull off her shorts. He again caressed her calves and thighs as his hands wandered to the place where they met. He cupped a hand over her covered vulva, feeling its leaking moisture and heat. He pressed softly into the crease at the center and she moaned and pressed back against him. He looked up at her for assent as he grasped the waistband of her bikini, and she nodded, holding her breath as he slowly unveiled her most private place. She arched her hips as he pulled the bottom off in back, then lifted both legs into the air as he removed it completely. Once more his hands massaged her legs as she lowered them to the bed and slowly parted her thighs. He murmured soft exclamations to himself as he studied her body. He lightly touched her soft labia and felt the liquid dew that coated the soft brown hair. His fingers traced between them, and lightly parted them to touch their dripping center. "Oh my god you're beautiful, Jeanette. You are amazing!" Jeanette just sighed as his slippery fingers moved upward to graze her clit. "Ohhh, Kurt. It's all for you. This is all because of you." She took his hand and reluctantly pulled it away from her mound. Getting up to her knees she embraced him and pushed her hands beneath his shorts and underwear, kneading his firm glutes. She pulled both layers down together in back and reached around to the front, where she caressed his hot erection, and lifted the elastic bands carefully over it. Her hands pressed down over his shaft, pushing his clothing downward to his knees as she reached to cup and cradle his testicles. Kurt shuffled his legs to rid himself of the shorts and briefs, as she continued stroking and touching his hardness. Still kneeling, they hugged again, pulling their bodies as closely together as they could. She could feel his balls rubbing against her labia as his hard penis pressed urgently against her lower belly. She kissed and sucked on his neck and moaned into his mouth as he tipped his head down to kiss her. "God, Kurt, your cock...uhhh oh I want you so." Jeanette pressed her hands against his chest and he let her push him to the bed. She knelt beside him and rubbed her hands over his chest and stomach until they combed through his pubic hair. She stretched out her body over his, her soft belly caressing his erection. She began kissing along his neck and down to his chest. She toyed with his nipples and licked them lightly, eliciting an unexpected moan. Finally, she began kissing a torturously slow trail across his stomach toward her goal. Her hand caressed his inner thighs and cradled his tender scrotum, then encircled the base of his cock. She felt it twitch with excitement as she placed her first soft kiss on his glans. She kissed lightly up and down the shaft at first, feeling his heat with her lips and nuzzling him with her nose and cheeks. She inhaled deeply to take in his scent--a combination of light musk and soap. His hand stroked her neck and he reached further downward to pull her to him. She shifted slightly to allow his hand to roam over her back, breasts, and bottom. She blew gently against the underside of his sac, and felt him twitch. She continued her slow explorations of his cock with fingers and lips, and reached out to caress him with her tongue. Starting near the base of his shaft, she licked lazily toward the ridge that encircled the glans. His moan told her when she had found the sensitive frenulum, and she licked it again, then a third time, much more vigorously. He gasped, then practically cried out as she wrapped her mouth over the head and sucked him inside. She slowly withdrew, teasing with her tongue at his opening and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum. "Uunnnhhh. Ohh Jeanette. Oh my god that feels like heaven. Oh love. So nice." She smiled and did it again, delighting in his moans. "That really is not going to last too long sweetheart. I am so close to coming right now." "Mmmmm," moaned Jeanette again as she slipped the head further into her mouth, stroking with her tongue, "that's what I want. I you to cum for me." Kurt's breathing became heavier and she felt his thighs and abdomen tense. She took him into her mouth one last time and withdrew again. She was not trying to avoid having him come into her mouth, but she wanted to see him. She stroked her hand firmly against his lower shaft, and wrapped the other hand around the top and head, moving steadily up and down while drumming the sensitive underside lightly with her fingers and alternating with licks from her tongue. In a moment, his breathing became ragged, and he moaned and arched his back. She traced her tongue once around the ridge and felt the first hot drops of his cum shoot into her mouth. He convulsed beneath her and oozed thick white semen in hard spurts which spilled down his shaft and coated her fingers. "Ooohhh God. Omigod. Ohhhunnhh. Ahh ah, j'nette," he moaned, then whispered her name again, sounding almost as though life itself was leaving him. She lowered her mouth to him again, and cleaned his glans gently with her tongue. His juices tasted of seawater and earth--strong, but not unpleasant. She felt his shaft shrink and soften slightly in her hand, but it still felt hot and firm. He caressed her back and neck softly as she kissed her way back up his stomach and chest. "Jeanette. My lovely Jeanette." He did not shrink from kissing her though the taste of semen still clung to her lips. He roamed his hands over her bare back and bottom. "I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed it too. Your cock is amazing--so hard and hot. And when you come--ummm. It's really hot to watch." "But now it's my turn to please you, my lovely." Kurt pulled her close and turned her to her back. She did not resist him as he began his journey of kisses across her body. He returned with relish to her breasts, licking and sucking at each nipple, as his hands roamed freely lower. When his fingers reached her vulva again, he found her swollen and wet. She arched her back to press against his hand and moaned as he pushed back. When he began kissing down her belly, she hurried him there by pulling herself higher up the bed and pushing gently against his head. He did not want to rush, however. As his face drew even with her sex, he hovered over her, lightly breathing against her and inhaling her aroma. He began kissing gently over her labia, and probed quickly and lightly with his tongue. When he had lightly explored her in this way, he began placing deeper kisses up and down her center, and licking her deeply and playing against her inner labia. With each stroke and flicker of his tongue, Jeanette moaned her approval. She rested one hand on the top of his head, and the other against her breast. Her legs raised up to stroke his sides, allowing him access to her inner thighs. Finally, his tongue strokes found the hard nubbin at the top of her vulva and she gasped loudly. He began focusing his kisses and licking on that sensitive spot as she lifted her hips off the bed to meet each stroke. At the same time, he placed a single finger at her vaginal entrance and slowly began to penetrate her. She gasped. "Kurt, stop---please." He lifted his head and paused. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Jeanette breathed deeply. "No. I'm fine. Your mouth feels wonderful, but I-- I think I just need you up here. " Kurt kissed her vulva once lightly and pulled himself up to lie next to her. She pulled his head to her and sought his lips for a kiss. His mouth was wet with her juices and she tasted herself for the first time. She reached for his hand and pressed it against her mound. He followed her lead and moved it steadily up and down, then circled over her clit. She pressed harder against his hand and he pressed harder against her. He kissed her deeply and she opened her mouth wide to take his tongue inside. Her moans became constant, and her breaths panted into his mouth. "Oh Kurt, oh touch me oh oh ohhhh OH YES! OOOHHHHHH." Suddenly her body became rigid and she clamped his hand down hard on her clit. He could feel her whole mound throbbing as her release hit. "Ahhh ahhh AHHHHHH! KURT! UUOOHH!" Her chest heaved as her body went limp. She felt for a moment as though she was drifting disembodied between heaven and earth. She felt Kurt beside her, but couldn't move to reach him. There was only the steady breathing of her recovery, and a throbbing ache between her legs. Finally, she willed her eyes to open, and found Kurt looking into them, a deep concern on his face. If he hadn't looked so serious, she might have laughed that he would mistake the intensity of her pleasure for pain. She gave a deep sigh, then a giggle. Kurt smiled with relief and kissed her forehead. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled contentedly as he held her and stroked her hair and neck. "I guess....well, I've never come with someone else before," she whispered. "I'm glad it's you. Oh Kurt, I'm glad it's you." She lifted her face to kiss him. He returned the kiss, lightly, touching first the right corner of her mouth, then the left, then capturing her lower lip between his. She retaliated by flicking out her tongue and licking the tip of his nose. She laughed and rolled away from him, but she couldn't get very far. He pounced back and captured her, covering her body with his and holding her wrists above her head as he gave her face, neck, and ears a ticklish tongue bath. She squirmed delightedly beneath him, and wrapped her legs around his torso. He could feel the wetness of her crotch on his stomach as his cock hardened against the bed. Releasing her arms, he kissed his way back to her breasts and let his hands wander across her naked body. He massaged the muscles of her outer thighs and calves, then ran his hand up the back of her thigh to caress her smooth ass. He returned to kissing her mouth as they rolled back to lie together on their sides, Jeanette keeping a leg wrapped around him and lazily caressing his legs with her foot. She could feel his cock hard again against her thigh, and reached to touch it. It felt warm , smooth, and thick--thicker than anything that had ever entered her before now. Kurt tightened his grip on her ass and kissed her deeply. She sucked on his probing tongue, imagining that it was his hard cock penetrating her virginity. At this moment her desire was definitely stronger than any hesitation she felt. She pressed herself against his leg and moved against him. This was the moment. She was deeply longing to be filled by him, yet without the desperate need of a moment ago. "Kurt, there are condoms in the outer pocket of my backpack. I think we should be getting them out now." He understood and rolled back to reach for them, fumbling a bit with the zipper, but finding the package easily. She took it from him and laid it to her side, then returned to their embrace. He kissed at her neck and ears as she stroked his back. "I'm kind of nervous," she whispered. "I know. Do you want to stop?" "No. No I don't. I'm just nervous. Listen--would you just touch me some more? The way you did when I made you stop before?" Kurt let his hand wander down. She sighed and relaxed, letting her thighs part to allow him access. He traced his fingers slowly around the outer margins of her mound, and combed gently through the soft curly hair. In a slow spiral, he drew closer to the moist valley between the tiny hills. Her lips parted easily as his finger slipped gently along her crease. He teased at her clitoris, and she gasped with pleasure. Carefully, he sought for her opening and spread her lubrication over the sensitive inner folds. With a fingertip, he gently entered her, as she breathed heavily against his neck. He pressed a little harder, and she pushed up with her hips to meet him. There was no resistance, no pain, and she moaned as his finger slowly entered to its full depth. "Oh yes, Kurt. Yes." He gradually withdrew, then re-entered, and she moaned again, as her muscles clenched in an attempt to hold on to him. Kurt slipped his other arm behind her head and pulled her close for another passionate kiss. She yielded her mouth to his tongue again, just as her vagina was yielding to his probing finger, groaning with desire. "Kurt, I'm ready. I am SO ready for you to fill me, fuck me, make love to me. Oh Kurt. Ooohhhhh." He kissed her again and raised himself to kneel between her outstretched legs. He bent to suckle at her breasts as she fumbled with the condom package. She caressed his erect cock, then unrolled the slippery latex over its length. She stroked him slowly, then positioned herself for him, her own hands beneath her, pushing her hips upward to him. He gently spread her labia with one hand and lowered himself gently to her. His hard shaft rubbed against her juicy cleft as they tested their alignment, then, as she pushed herself up, the tip of his erection fell against her entrance. He pressed gently, and she grunted as it slowly entered. "Unnhh. Yes. Oh it feels so big there." She encouraged him to press a little further, then reached out to him and hungrily pulled him fully inside. They both gasped with the suddenness of their union. Her eyes opened wide and locked on his in open-mouthed astonishment. She was filled with him to her inner depths. They both grinned excitedly and he leaned down to kiss her again. "You ok?", he whispered. "Better than OK," she groaned back. "Oh god Kurt. I feel so full with you. It's soooo good. Don't move just yet, OK?" They held their embrace and kissed longingly. He shifted his weight slightly, making her muscles contract around him. She lifted her legs up off the bed and wrapped them around his thighs, pulling him deeper inside. He rocked forward, grinding his groin against hers. "Yes Kurt, yesss. Ohhh," she moaned, urging him to thrust again. He pulled himself back an inch and pressed forward again, eliciting another moan as she pushed herself up to meet him. Gradually, a little further with each stroke, they moved together to work out a tenuous rhythm. Though neither had been in this place before, the combination of instinct and mounting desire led them on. In a moment, Kurt slowed again. "I'm afraid to go too fast. I don't want this to end too soon." "Mmmm. It feels so good. You make me feel so good. Don't stop. Don't stop." She squeezed his buttocks and pulled him deeply inside again. He ground himself against her clit and she groaned. "Yes. Oh do that again. Oh god don't stop oh. Oh Kurt." Encouraged by her moans, he gave in and resumed his thrusting. With each stroke he murmured delight against her neck and in her ear. "Jeanette, my Jeanette. Ohh love. You feel sooo good to me. You. Ohh. Oh lover." Each deep thrust was bringing her close to ecstacy. She closed her eyes and tried to focus the sensations: the fullness of his cock stretching her, the agony of his slow withdraw, the pressure behind her swelling clitoris, the tension of his thighs against hers, the brushing of her nipples at his chest, the heat of his breath. She turned her mouth to him, devouring him with eager kisses, as her writhing against his erection made him gasp with awe and pleasure. His thrusts were feeling more urgent now, and his breathing more rapid, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered sweet encouragements. "Yes lover. Yes Kurt. Oooh love. Yes. Come for me. Come in me. Ahh Kurt." He clasped his mouth firmly over hers, thrust deeply again and this time held tight. She felt his hardness pulse inside her as he groaned against her lips. She pressed back, pushing her clit firmly against him, and squeezed him inside. He cried out and thrust again, which pushed her finally over into her climax. She surged against him, squealing and groaning in pleasure. She felt stretched, filled, and fulfilled as she never had before. Another peak hit her unexpectedly and she arched her back and cried out, "AHhhh! oh Kurt...". With a final spasm of pleasure she thrust against him as he collapsed on top of her. Strength spent and desire sated, they breathed heavily against each other, feeling their hearts pound together. Kurt moved first, reaching to secure the base of the condom as he removed himself carefully from her vagina. She murmured a gentle protest against the emptiness she felt there, but wrapped him back in her arms and whimpered endearments into his neck until she dozed off. Kurt lay next to her, cupping her breast in his hand, and feeling her chest rise and fall gently, until he too fell asleep. When Jeanette woke a short time later, she had the brief thought that she might have been dreaming, but the sleeping man at her side was very real, as was the dampness between her legs. She touched herself there, as though inspecting for damage, and then reached to touch Kurt's penis, lying limply against her thigh, still partly sheathed in latex. He stirred and she kissed him. "Hello, lover." "Hmm. Love you." "Are you hungry?" "Maybe a little. More tired than anything. I can barely move." "Ummm. It took a lot out of me, too. Though I liked what it put IN me best!" "You liked it, then?" "No Kurt, I LOVED it. And I think I'm going to want to do it again, too. But first you should eat something and get your strength back!" She picked up the condom and poked at the distended tip filled with his cum. "See--sex really does take a lot out of you!", she giggled. He rolled his eyes at her while she sat up to retrieve some tissues from her pack andto wrap it up. She pulled out a towel and dabbed at her moist vulva before placing it over the damp puddle that had formed beneath her on the sleeping bag. She found another bottle of water, some fruit, and cheese sandwiches in her bag and began setting it out as a picnic. She broke off a stem of grapes and dangled them over his face. He played along, capturing them one by one with his teeth, until she fed him by placing a grape in her lips and kissing him with it. She broke off pieces of a sandwich and him, as he remarked how she had him "eating out of her hand". She giggled again and nibbled at his face and ears. "Aren't you going to eat something? Besides me, I mean?" She shrugged and picked up a peach, testing it with a small bite. It was very ripe, tender and juicy. She took a bigger bite and let its juices trickle down her chin and drip on her breast. Kurt did not miss the opportunity to clean up the spill with his tongue, and Jeanette let the next bite drip even more sweet juice on herself. She fed the peach to him and licked the drips from his chin and neck, and even directly applied the cool fruit to his nipple and sucked it clean. "I don't think our moms had this in mind when they told us not to play with our food, did they, Kurt?" "Mmm--I don't get the impression that you're terribly interested in eating anyway." "No--you're far more delicious. And satisfying." She pushed him back onto the mattress and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him with long, slow strokes of her lips and tongue. It was his turn to sigh contentedly and accept her ministrations. She slid down his body to kiss and lick at his nipples and stroke his stomach, feeling his erection once again growing against her belly. She slid further down to kiss and lick him to full hardness, and he responded by reaching for her. "Swing around this way--I want to lick you too." She moved to straddle his shoulders and he reached up to caress her round ass and admire her open sex. He turned to kiss at her inner thigh as he pulled her down to his waiting mouth. Her aroma was heavier and stronger now, with a trace of lingering latex smell, but he eagerly buried his face in her wetness. She responded with a happy moaning which vibrated along his shaft as she devoured him and lapped at his glans. They kept up their leisurely oral explorations for several minutes, enjoying being able to simultaneously please and be pleasured, until Jeanette decided that she needed more. She turned around, sought out the condoms where she dropped them before, and opened one. She rose up to straddle Kurt's hips again and rubbed her wet crease over his hardness. Her whole body thrilled at the sensation of his rigid heat against her core, and she positioned herself so his naked head pressed against her entrance. "I want to feel you there. I want you to be able to come inside me." She slid herself backward so that he entered her to his full length. She sighed, then pulled back upward to apply the safe skin of latex. "Someday soon, Kurt. Someday." She lowered herself back over him with a groan of contentment. His heat and hardness were not diminished by the condom, and rocking herself forward and back over him, they both quickly forgot it was there. "This is so good, Kurt. Soooo good." Their arousal having twice boiled over, was now a slow, wonderful simmering. "My god, Jeanette, you are incredible." He was awed by her trim torso and firm breasts rocking above him. He looked up at her angelic face, drinking in her expression of ecstasy. He wanted to burn into his memory forever what she looked like now--eyes closed, smiling quietly, lips slightly parted, cheeks softly flushed pink, and hair hanging loosely around her face. "I love you." Her smile broadened a little, but she made no reply just yet, except to embrace him more snugly inside her. How long this gentle rhythm continued they could not say. In real time it was likely only a dozen minutes or so, but for them time and space were suspended. There was only their joining and the pleasure and fullness they both felt. He watched her slide above him and touched her wherever his hands could reach--flushed cheeks, supple neck, swaying breasts, curved hips, firm buttocks. She responded with soft sighs and heavy breathing, and began quickening the pace of her motion back and forth over him. She opened her eyes and found him still gazing at her beauty. She murmured and moaned and looked down to see where his cock disappeared into her. Slowly she pulled up and watched the hard shaft emerge, her slippery labia clinging on as though begging it to return. She lowered herself again and watched him slide inside, feeling the stretching of her inner walls as he reentered her. Kurt reached down to her to touch where they joined and raised his fingers to her clit. She moaned her approval and ground against him. He groaned and gasped with the new pressure and leaned forward, seeking her breasts with his mouth. This was too much for her now and with one more thrust she cried out and convulsed in orgasm. He could feel her spasms envelope him, and seconds later he too moaned in pleasure and joined her in climaxing. She rested against him, her breath slowing and body relaxing. "I love you, Kurt." "Jeanette...", he sighed, stroking her hair softly. They rested silently for several minutes, then Jeanette slowly lifted herself off him, laying a final loving kiss on his lips. Again she slipped the condom off his flaccid penis and wrapped it in a tissue. She sat beside him, softly and absently stroking his thigh, and admiring his lean frame. "I'm sorry, " he said. "'Bout what?" she smiled. "For ever once thinking that you were an unremarkable sort of girl. Because if I've learned anything this summer, it's that you are an amazing young woman." "Thank you. But you've helped me become that. And not just in the 'you've-made-me-a-woman-now' sense. I don't think I could have become anything special without you, this camp, your sister, your family--even my sister. If I've come out of a shell, it's been because you all helped me hatch. I won't ever be the same--and now I know I don't want to be." Surprisingly, tears began welling in her eyes, and one slowly trickled across her cheek. Kurt smiled at her and reached to softly wipe it. He pushed himself up to sit beside her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "So--what comes next, Jeanette Marie Brown?" She laughed. "Well, I guess we should get dressed and head back to camp at some point. How about a swim?" "That would be nice. Let me look at you again though. I want to hold onto the thought of how you look right now. It may be awhile before we're alone again." Lovingly he gazed at her and surveyed her face, glowing with joy before him. He let his hands and eyes roam over her body to appreciate again her taut breasts, smooth belly, and firm thighs. He brushed through her soft pubic hair and cupped her warm mound again, then lifted her chin and kissed her thoroughly. Reluctantly they sorted through the pile of their clothing and slowly dressed together. There was an ease and natural comfort in being together somehow. He rose and shouldered her pack as she slipped on her socks and shoes, then extended his hand to lift her to her feet. Hand in hand they strode back up the trail to camp. --------- Mrs. Walker was outside taking down laundry from her clothesline and saw the two emerge from the woods. She observed them turn down the camp road toward the lake, and was somehow reminded of watching the birds at her feeder pair off each spring. She entered the kitchen to find Bob sipping on cold coffee at the counter. "Kurt seems to have been spending a lot of time with that Jeanette Brown. Do you think there's something going with them?" "I certainly hope so," he replied. "It might mean another generation of Walkers will keep this camp going." "Well, eventually perhaps. But I do hope she has more good sense than that pretty young counselor that you knocked up 21 years ago!" She yawned and stretched, unfastening the top button of her blouse. "I think I could use a nap before supper. How about you?" Bob grinned and reached out for her, but she was already halfway up the stairs. She turned and smiled back at him as she let blouse and bra fall behind her. "I may not be ready to fall asleep right away, though..." -------------- Epilogue-- Jeanette was, of course, accepted to St. Cloud State U, with Colette doing her part to help Mr. and Mrs. Brown understand the advantages of their daughter attending such a fine, yet economical, institution. Kurt managed to make it to the cities frequently that fall, and made a good impression on the Browns when he escorted Jeanette to her senior Homecoming Dance. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have planned to go, but she had inexplicably (to her, at least) been chosen as a member of the Court. Jennifer was not surprised, however, given that she had unilaterally decided to mount an energetic lobbying campaign for her nomination among underclassmen. Kurt invited her to a fall formal in St. Cloud, too--though truth be told, they never made it to the dance. In fact, had Kurt not insisted that they keep their dinner reservations, they wouldn't have even made it out of his apartment that weekend. By Thanksgiving, he was noted to be engaged in long conversations with his parents, who nervously invited the Browns over for pumpkin pie. The reasons for this became clear at Christmas, when Kurt presented Jeanette with an engagement ring, and promised to love her for the rest of his life if she would marry him. He managed to keep one more secret from Jeanette until shortly before the wedding--he started attending the campus Catholic ministry, and joined that faith to be united to his bride. Jeanette was pleased and moved, though she made it clear to him that he had better not expect her to stop using birth control until she was good and ready to have children, and that that was going to be well after she completed her degree. Their June wedding occurred outdoors, on a certain lakeshore in central Minnesota, at the place where it had all begun--Camp Reward. And yes, they did live happily ever after...