Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. *Part One: Cal* Cal first saw the girl at the edge of the road. He was sitting by the window on the bus, staring outside at the trees rolling past. And there was the girl, standing there at the edge of the tarmac. She was with a couple of others, but Cal only noticed her. She was Celtic-looking, curly dark hair framing her pale face. Even at a distance her green eyes struck him, meeting his briefly before the bus was gone into the woods. Cal sat up and tried to look back and catch her again, but the girl was gone. He slumped back into his seat. Around him, the bus was raucous. Cal's classmates were singing and throwing things, by in large leaving him to his thoughts. Cal was sick of not having a girlfriend. He found himself sizing up girls wherever he went. He saw them in town, in giggling groups, outside the school. Whenever he saw one of his friends with a girl he felt heavy with jealousy. He knew guys who could seduce a girl with a few words, but somehow it never seemed to work for him. To Cal, girls were an enigma. The bus rolled on. They were returning from a weekend residential trip to London, visiting an endless number of art galleries and staying in a cheap hotel on the outskirts. It had rained the whole time, and the evening activities had been cancelled after some of Cal's classmates had been found smoking weed. All in all it had been pretty miserable. The bus rolled on and Cal passed the time watching the trees go past. He'd been in a bored kind of mood ever since they'd left London that morning. A few minutes later they stopped off at a service station. Cal sat out on the steps at the front of the building while the others all disappeared inside. He watched the sky and the gravel--it had rained earlier that day and everything still glistened with rain. Ten minutes passed. And as Cal glanced towards the road he noticed a couple of people walking up the verge. Cal watched. There were three of them, and one of them looked faintly familiar. He waited until they approached, and when they were closer he saw for certain that one of them was the girl. Aside from her, there was a man and a woman along with the girl. They were all wearing walking boots and jeans, and the man and the woman looked much older than the girl. Were they her parents? They did look somewhat alike; the same curly hair on the woman as on the girl. He watched as they approached the station, pausing outside. They talked for a minute, and then the man and the woman went inside, while the girl settled herself down on the steps. Cal looked back at the car park, his heart racing suddenly. They were now sitting only a few meters apart--and there was no doubt that they had made eye contact before, when he had seen her from the bus. Would she remember him? Perhaps he should go over and talk. He stole a glance and noticed that she was looking right at him, and he looked back at the car park again, heart beating harder than ever. She really was incredibly pretty, Cal reflected. The bulkiness of her clothes somehow accentuated her femininity, the promise of her. And those eyes . . . so bright and sharp. He risked another glance, and saw that she was still staring. This time, he didn't look away. She smiled, and they held each other's eyes. There was, Cal thought, a seriousness there. A sadness. Strange . . . What the hell, Cal decided. He got up and went over to her, and she stood as he approached. He had no idea what he was about to say, and so it was something of a relief when she smiled again, and raised a finger to her lips. She took his hand with her small fingers. She looked around, cautious, but the car park was empty except for them. "Come on," she whispered, her voice carrying a faint, lilting accent. Cal followed her, unwilling to let go her hand, as she walked to the edge of the concrete and lead him off into the wood. It was like a spell, an enchantment, with her leading him off into the trees. Everything was silent, and the leaves and twigs rustled under their feet. Cal didn't dare speak in case he broke the moment. They went a long way into the trees and when they were separated thoroughly from the road the girl stopped and looked around, turning completely on the spot to make sure they were completely alone. They were. She kissed him. She had to raise herself a little on her toes, but then their faces were close, their eyes closed, her tongue inside his mouth. Her mouth tasted faintly of fruit. Cal put his tentative hands on her back and drew her into him. Her warm, soft body pressed close through their clothes and Cal found himself hardening. The girl broke the kiss and backed off a way, her face flushed. The red blush made her look stunningly feminine. Cal had always had the idea that girls needed to be seduced, that they all were innocent. But this girl wasn't. She was knowing, somehow. Mature beyond her looks. She gave a tilt of her head, a coy, smiling invitation. It made Cal weak. "I . . ." he began, but the girl shushed him again. "No talk," she said. "No names." And she moved closer to him, her green eyes crossing a little as they remained fixed on him. Cal was not quite sure what to do. He knew that he wanted her, that he desired her, sharply and strongly. But how did you begin? He extended a hand, which she caught and moved to her waist. She tucked his hand under the hem of her sweater, resting against the cool, flat flesh of her belly. He slid his hand around the curve of her body. Beneath his fingers was the waistband of her jeans, her underwear. He curled his fingers, digging into the soft flesh of her bottom. He squeezed and stroked. The girl let this continue for a minute before backing away. Cal wondered if he had done something wrong, but then she began to fumble with the fastener of her jeans. He felt a brilliant spark of excitement. Was this really happening? She pulled her jeans over her hips and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties, edged with white. And then she was peeling those away too, shyly, sliding them down her white, smooth legs. She stepped out of them and then looked up to meet his eyes again. Cal swallowed. She moved into him once more and this time Cal knew what to do. He took her, one hand on her back and one on her hip and he lowered her gently onto the ground, damp leaves crunching beneath her. Her eyes slid delicately shut, her mouth open the width of a finger. Cal struggled with his belt, feeling his own hardness pressing against his trousers. And then he was free, and without further waiting he positioned himself and entered her, slipping into wet accepting flesh. Hot and living and wet. It was better than he had ever expected it to be, feeling the way her insides moved as they accepted him, seeing the flicker of a reaction in her eyes and her mouth. He started to pump in and out of the girl. They were alone in the forest and their noises seemed to echo with the rain-wet silence. They breathed in symphony. He sped up. Was it hurting her, he wondered? But a look at her face was enough to assure him otherwise. She was biting her lip, her green eyes narrowed in ecstasy, her head tilted back on the leafy moss of the earth. Her legs were raised on either side of him, and they slipped, her feet sliding on the wet leaves. Their flesh met at the end of each stroke he made. The girl cried out. He felt her stomach twitch, and then a second later the twitching was inside her, in the muscles wrapped all around him. The convulsions squeezed at him, rhythmic. Cal let himself go then, and felt himself squirting hotly inside her, the pleasure rippling through him like a stone breaking the surface of a pond. He thrust deep once more and stayed there as he emptied. They slowed together, and the two lay breathing, entwined on the earth. "Oh," whispered the girl. Cal looked at her, beneath him, sweet and beautiful. She sounded surprised. "Oh," she whispered. "I came." * *Part Two: Dawn* They had stopped to rest by the side of the road when she first saw the boy on the bus. Mum and her boyfriend were sorting through their packs as the bus went past, and it was only by chance that Dawn glanced up and noticed the boy. He was sitting with his head tilted against the window. Their eyes met, briefly, and then the bus was gone. "Come on Dawn," called Mum. Dawn shouldered her pack and they set off up the road once more. Dawn was not having fun--Mum had insisted on this hiking trip as a way to get to know her "new Dad". So far it had rained almost constantly, and she had hated every minute. Dawn missed home. She missed her boyfriend. Actually, when she thought about it, she didn't miss him as much as she should. Karl was a good enough boyfriend, she supposed. He was, in fact, the only boyfriend she'd ever had. But she'd never really, truly been happy with him. She thought of Karl, the way they made love--how Karl always entered her before she was ready, so that each time was as painful as the first. How quickly he finished with her, almost always before she had reached her own climax. She didn't like his body, the way he called her "baby", the way he snatched at her hair whenever he ejaculated. In fact, thought Dawn, really, she didn't like Karl at all. She hiked on, in the footsteps of her parents. Ten miserable minutes edged by, and then a service station came into view. It was a small place, a few food outlets and a concrete toilet block. They entered the car park and traipsed towards the doors. It was only when they were halfway across the car park that Dawn noticed the boy. He was sitting on the steps outside the front door, staring into the distance. The boy from the bus. "Do you want something to eat, Dawn?" asked Mum. But Dawn shook her head. "I'm fine," she said. "I'm going to wait out here for a while." Mum and her latest boyfriend disappeared inside, leaving Dawn alone on the steps. Alone except for the boy. Without even checking she knew he was looking at her. She could sense his gaze, and the attention made her feel shy and pretty. They met eyes again, almost by accident, and then the boy was on his feet, was coming over. Dawn stood to meet him, and in that second a wild impulse seized her. She was bored and lonely and sick of just trudging along in the mud behind Mum and her boyfriend. She was sick of thinking of Karl. She was sick of Karl. She looked around her, but the car park was empty. The boy stood before her, close enough to touch. His hair was black and short, his body slimmer than Karl's. He looked uncertain. Dawn reached out and grabbed his hand, thrilling faintly at the touch. She felt reckless. "Come on," she said. She lead him out of the car park. Initially she wondered if there might be a secluded space behind the toilet block, but it felt too open, and so she continued off the concrete into the woods. Here is was still raining lightly, stray drops falling occasionally from branches high up. The boy came behind her, silent, stunned-looking. She searched for the place, sure that she would know it when she saw it. Somewhere private, somewhere intimate. At last, when she felt they were deep enough into the woods, she stopped. They were alone. Dawn faced the boy. He was taller than her, frowning, but smiling also. His school uniform was blue, his shirt collar open. She kissed him. His tongue is tentative, sensitive. His breath bounced warmly from her cheek. Arms encircled her and pulled her close and she felt a shocking thrill at how different this was; Karl always held her face when they kissed. Dawn had not experienced anything so sensual since the first time she kissed a boy. She had forgotten. After a time she pulled away. The boy let her go and stood there, as if waiting for her permission. Nothing like Karl, who at times she would have to forcibly hold back. Dawn beckoned him with her chin, a tilt of the head, a smile. "I . . ." began the boy, but Dawn did not want to hear his words, did not want to break the fragile thing they had. "No talk," she said. "No names." And she moved closer to him, staring into his brown eyes. She took his hand and moved it, placing it under her sweater on the bare flesh of her belly. She felt, with mounting excitement, the soft, warm fingers sliding over her skin and coming to rest behind her hip. Slowly, tenderly, she felt him squeeze. She wanted it there, near to her core. She was burning there like she never did with Karl. She was ready. His touch was new, his grip soft. Not rabid and horny like Karl. In his arms she felt pretty and somehow much more like a woman. Bright, powerful hormones pulsed hot through her veins. She broke away and, hands clumsy in her haste, started to undo her jeans. She didn't look at the boy, finding that for once she was shy to be revealing her body. Karl would always undress her usually, and roughly, but this was different. This was stranger, and seductive. She dug her hands into her waist band and pulled down her jeans. Next was her underwear. She peeled them away and discarded them, her lower half naked now, and exposed to the air. The world about her quivered with droplets of spilt rain and she felt part of it. Her own wetness slick between her legs. For a moment everything was suspended, close, about to happen. A whispered moment. And then the boy was lowering her onto the wet bed of leaves and earth. Coldness reached her, first on the bare skin of her bottom, then seeping through her sweater. The contrast made her shiver. And then the boy was on top of her. A soft clink as he unfastened his belt. His lips covered hers in a kiss and Dawn felt him go inside her. For the first time ever it did not hurt. He felt so, so right. He started to flex his hips and Dawn felt him slide in and out of her. His breathing fell into time with his thrusts and Dawn took in deep gulps of cool forest air. A well of glittery dark stirred in her stomach. The leaves were damp on her back. She could see the blue clear sky over the boy's shoulder. They were there in the open, and she was open too. She felt herself unfurl like a flower. Dawn's orgasm hit her. She felt the contraction, the rhythmic squeezing and the way it echoed through her body. Hot fluid squirted from her, an evacuation, a blinding, perfect release--a feat she had only ever achieved with her fingers before. It felt different with the boy inside her, filling her. She tightened, the sweet intensity of her pleasure driving everything from her mind. As the orgasm faded the boy slowed and stopped, remaining inside her. The warmth of his seed rested like a hot secret deep inside her body. She was content--utterly content. The boy was heavy on top of her, but not crushing. Reassuring, like an embrace. She could have stayed there forever. Dawn thought of Karl, and she did not miss him. She didn't feel guilty. The boy removed himself and she gasped as he did. Her juices seeped from her and soaked down into the earth beneath. It felt erotic, powerful, a part of nature and the trees and the rain. "Oh," whispered Dawn, as much to herself as the boy. The boy looked down at her, caring, loving. "Oh," she whispered, again. "I came." * The End * Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed "On The Road", you can find out more about me and my work, and download my other books at the address below. 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