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From: Jonathan Dzoba <jondz@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: <*> Gwen & Wendy - Amateur Astronomers - teen ff Part 1
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 21:26:00 -0600
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"You mean that's it? Twenty miles back?" Gwen said, a little shocked. 

"Yup. That's it. That's the last you'll see of civilization," I told her. 

"This really is like Mars," she said. 

I laughed. "It's ok. There's no phone, but there is the truck. And it's
summer, so we won't get snowed in or anything. Besides, we can always
walk," I said. 

"Long walk. But nothing's gonna go wrong with your dad's truck, isit?" she
asked hopefully. 

"I doubt it. It's only a year old. And dad had it checked before we left."

"That's good," Gwen sighed. "So what's the cabin like? Real little?" 

"Uh huh. One room. One bed. Mom and dad bought it before we were born.
They've been trying to sell it and get a bigger one somewhere else," I
said. 

"Any luck?" Gwen asked. 

"Not yet. Not many people want one this small, I guess." 

"Are there any other cabins nearby?" Gwen wanted to know. 

"Huh uh. Well, there is one on the other side of the lake, but it's pretty
far away. You'd have to walk ten miles to get to it, and it doesn't have a
phone either, I don't think," I replied. 

"Sure hope we've got enough of everything for two weeks," Gwen said. 

"I think so. We packed enough, plus mom packed more junk that I wouldn't
have even thought about: extra batteries and stuff. Good thing she thought
of all that," I said. 

"Really. Your folks are really great to let us use the place, too." 

"That's what it's there for," I said, echoing my dad's sentiments. 


"Wendy? Where's the can opener?" 

"In the box somewhere," I replied, shouting across the cabin. 

"Which one?" she asked. 

"I don't know. Try the..." 

"Nevermind. I found it," she shouted before I finished. 

I came out ten minutes later after drying my hair as best I could with
just a towel. That was all I had wrapped around me when I went out to
check on supper. 

"How's it going, chef?" I said. 

"Not bad, but I don't know the first thing about starting THAT up," Gwen
said, pointing to the gas grill. 

"Oh I know how to do that," I said, and started fiddling with the tank. 

"Jeez. Why don't you get dressed first or something," she scolded. 

"Doesn't matter. Nobody here but you and me," I returned. 

"Oh. Yeah. I forgot," she murmered. 

It only took a few minutes before we had the grill going and a couple of
hot dogs roasting away. We sat on the back porch and talked. We talked
about school. Where we were going to college. We were definitely going to
the same college. But which one we weren't sure. Any place that had a good
astronomy school. Cal Tech was the best as far as we were concerned. 

It was close enough and our folks could afford anything. Gwen and I had
been friends forever. Or since junior high, at least. We met in astronomy
club and that became the basis of our friendship. Over the years we had
done a lot of stuff together. Field trips and so on. Mostly with our
school clubs, though. This was the first time we had been away alone
together. The cabin was in the mountains two hundred miles north of the
city. LA. We both had our scopes with us. 

I went back inside and got dressed. Gwen had stuff ready when I came back
out a few minutes later. We ate dinner and then went back inside and
unpacked the rest of our stuff. Gwen took a shower while I went back out
and set up the telescopes. It was only seven when she came back out and
not quite dark yet. 

"Can't see much yet," I said. "Still too light." 

Gwen walked up to her scope and adjusted it. She pointed it up and took a
quick look. Nothing. I could tell by the expression on her face. She swung
it back down and sat on the swing. 

"We should get some chairs out here. Something sturdier to sit on," she
told me. 

"Mmm," I agreed. I went inside to look for some. I found two old wooden
folding chairs in the closet and a couple of cushions that looked like
they'd been through World War II. 

"Have to do, I'm afraid," I said apologetically. "Can't think of
everything," I sighed. 

"We'll know better next time. Bring something to sit on. How dumb can we
get," she stated. 

"Between you and me, pretty dumb," I chided. 

Gwen laughed. "But smart enough to get into Cal Tech." 

"True," I said. "But that's a different kind of smart." 

"Do you really think so?" Gwen asked seriously. 

"Yup. My dad says so all the time. Common sense. Takes years to learn." 

"I don't know," Gwen said, unconvinced. 

"Look at my mom. Look at all the stuff she remembered to pack and we
didn't," I said. 

"But that's experience, not just common sense," Gwen said. 

"Hard to tell the difference," I said. 

"I suppose," said Gwen, conceding the point. 

We talked more for a while, mostly about what we knew we'd see in the
skies, and then fell silent. We fiddled with our scopes. I was
concentrating on the sky. Gwen was looking at the shoreline on the other
side of the lake. 

"Who are these guys?" she asked, breaking the long silence. 

"What?" I said, not quite catching her question. 

"Who's this?" she said, pointing with her finger across the lake while
keeping her eye to the scope. 

I moved my scope down and tried to find where she was looking. It took a
minute. 

"I see 'em," I said. I looked carefully at the couple walking along the
edge of the lake. "I don't know. Don't recognize them," I said, not
interested. 

"Do a lot of people just walk up here?" Gwen asked. 

"How should I know?" I said. 

"Well I thought maybe they lived in the other cabin and you'd know them or
something," she said. 

"Not really. Dad said the old guy who used to own it died two years ago
and it was up for sale too." 

"Oh," Gwen replied. 

I turned my scope back up to the sky. Stars were starting to appear. I was
starting to get into it when Gwen interrupted again. 

"Check this out. I don't believe it," she said quietly. 

"What? What's going on?" I asked taking my eye from the scope. 

She knew it would take me time to get my scope lined up to see, so she
moved away from her's. 

"Here. Look for yourself," she told me. 

I leaned over to her scope and peeked in. It took a second for my eyes to
adjust to the dark view the scope afforded. Slowly I began to discern
figures moving, but I couldn't make out what was happening. 

"What's going on?" I asked, not moving from the lens. 

"They're in the water," Gwen said. 

"So?" I replied. 

"She sucking him off," Gwen giggled helplessly. 

"What?" I said, straining to understand the scene with my brain now as
well as my eyes. As soon as Gwen supplied me with the overall picture I
realized what I was looking at. Gwen had moved in so close I couldn't see
it at first. There it was, though. Her mouth moving over him again
and again. I couldn't believe it. 

"Let me see," Gwen said. 

I moved aside. "Let them alone, would you, you pervert." I laughed. 

"No. This is amazing," she said, and went back to watch them. 

"Gwen!" I said, shocked. 

"Oh come on. They don't even know it. It's not hurting anyone," she said. 

"You're a sicko, you know that?" I told her, and went back to my own
scope. I tried not to pay any attention to her as she kept watch on our
neighbors. About five minutes went by. I was awakened by curiosity. 

"So what's happening now?" I asked as uncuriously as possible. 

"Not much. They're done." 

Gwen took her eye from the scope. 

"They went inside," she said matter of factly. 

I didn't bother to ask the logical conclusion of the act that was in
progress. 

"Are you done playing peeping tom now? Want to look at the stars?" I
suggested pithily. 

"Oh come on. Where's your spirit of adventure? You can't tell me you
aren't part voyeur if you want to look at the stars," she grinned. 

I had never thought of it that way. 

"I don't know if that applies," I said honestly. 

"Does to me," Gwen said simply. 

"You mean you really enjoyed that?" I asked. 

"I suppose, yes. Otherwise I wouldn't have done it," she said. "It was
like something was drawing me to watch," she said. 

"Curiosity," I said, remembering my own feeling. 

"No, more than that. I wanted to see THEM. It's like I was an unwanted
intruder that no one could see," she said. 

"That's bizarre," I said. 

Gwen just looked at me and shrugged. She readjusted her scope and went
back to looking at what she had been looking at before. I gave up on her
and went on looking at the stars. 

It was at least half an hour before Gwen nudged me once more. 

"What now? Are they doing it in mid air?" I said. 

"No. Just in bed," Gwen said. 

I was caught off guard. 

"You mean they're really doing it?" I said, turning my head away from my
scope. 

"Yes, they're really doing it," she mimicked. 

"Where?" I said unbelievingly. 

"In bed, I said. Take a look," Gwen said, and offered her scope to me. 

Instead I trained my own to the location of interest. 

"Couldn't pass it up, huh?" Gwen kidded me. 

"Oh stop it. I just want to see...", I started but decided not to bother
finishing and concentrated on positioning my telescope. When I got the
picture in view I was more or less aghast. 

"Ugh," I said disgustedly. 

"Really," Gwen agreed. 

They were on the bed in their cabin making love. No covers or anything. He
was on top. There was a lamp lit inside, which is the only reason we could
see anything at all. Why they had let it stay on I don't know. Maybe they
figured, wrongly, that no one was going to be around watching them.

The whole picture was quite clear. We could zoom in as close as we wanted
to. I dared myself to do it and found myself trapped. I watched his cock
going up and down, disappearing into her between her legs. It was long and
hard.
I moved back a little and looked at him. He was young. About twenty five.
And lean and hard, but not overly muscular. But you could see his biceps
straining to hold himself up. I wondered if he was sweating. I couldn't
tell through the scope. I moved the scope over to her face and zoomed in.
She was pretty. She had long hair. Light colored. I couldn't tell if it
was blond or light brown or not. I moved back down and looked at her legs.
They were ok. I went back up to see her boobs. They were pretty big. 

"Bigger than mine, that's for sure," I said out loud inadvertantly. 

"What?" Gwen said. "You don't even have one," she said. 

"No, dope. I mean her. I was looking at her boobs," I said secretively. 

"Oh. Yeah. Not bad," Gwen said. I could tell she had had a look at them to
confirm this. 

"How would you know?" I said. 

Gwen didn't say anything. I figured she knew I was right and had lost the
point. But just then I felt her hand close around my breast under my
cutoff top. 

"Gwen!" I half shouted, jumping back, suprised and laughing. 

"Definitely," she rejoined, pointing at me and laughing with me. 

"God!" I said. "Keep your hands to yourself," I warned her. 

"Ok. Ok. Just kidding. I had to find out, though," she laughed. 

"So now you know," I said. 

Gwen had gone back to watching them. I thought about it for a second, then
I did too. 

They had switched positions meanwhile and she was now riding him. It
wasn't as much fun to watch because I couldn't see him anymore. I watched
his face for a while and looked at his chest for a long time. I began to
wonder if he would come and then remembered he'd already had an orgasm
before in the lake. I looked down in between. I saw her leg
as she rose up and down him but couldn't see much in between. I moved up
and saw her upper body going up and down more than her lower body was. Her
boobs bounced. Suddenly she leaned over and I lost sight of her. I
readjusted my view and pulled back a little. She was leaning over his
chest and he was playing with her boobs a little. I was getting bored. I
thought about moving back up to the sky and thought about what I would see
there. The stars seemed cold. I tried to move around to get a more
interesting picture, but I needn't have. 

She dismounted him so quickly I thought she left. I saw his face and knew
he must be about to come. I moved my scope so quickly down to catch him
that I went past and had to pull back. She, whoever she was, was there
already, holding him in her hands and pumping him gently.
He came a second after I focused and she moved her head behind him
but not over him. She did not want to take him in her mouth now. Instead
she licked him and held him as he spurted over her hand. 

"Whew," Gwen said softly. 

"Shhh!" I said, as if they could hear us. 

Gwen muffled a laugh. 

"Stop it!" I said, concentrating on what was happening. 

Gwen quieted down. 

There wasn't much else. They kissed a lot and it got pretty boring. I
stopped looking. Gwen was already sitting on the porch swing. I got up and
stretched my aching back and buttocks, reaching down to rub them. 

"So you shouldn't watch that kind of stuff, huh? Make you go blind, eh?"
Gwen chided. 

"Oh cool it. You're the one that got me started," I said. 

I went over and sat beside her. 

"But you couldn't resist could you? Admit it," she taunted. 

"Yeah. But God knows why. It's so dumb," I said. 

Gwen didn't reply. We swang the swing together. 

"Do you figure they're married?" Gwen asked. 

"Probably," I answered. "Probably on their honeymoon," I added. 

"Why?" 

"Who else does it in the lake?" I said. 

"Probably," Gwen laughed. 

I thought about my own folks. I wondered if they'd done it here. I tried
to figure how old they'd've been when they first got the place. 

"Shit! That's the year I was born," I said without thinking. I could see
Gwen calculating quickly. 

"You mean you figure..." Gwen started. 

"Shush," I said. But it was too late. Gwen was giggling. 

"God you're unbearable," I told her straightfacedly. And then I started
laughing. 

"Do you think..." Gwen said, not even finishing, but pointing across the
lake. 

We both broke out laughing again. 

"Maybe she'll grow up to like astronomy..." I started. 

"And look over here..." Gwen burst out laughing. 

I cracked up and bent over double to try to stop myself from laughing so
hard. Unfortunately it caused my back muscles to cramp on my side. 

"Oh!" I said in laughter and pain, reaching back to hold my back and side.

"Ow!" I said again as a new cramp began. 

"What's the matter?" Gwen asked, still giggling. 

"Cramp," I said, putting my hand to my side. 

"Here, let me rub it," she said quickly. 

She put her hand over onto my back and began to rub it where my hand was.
I turned immediately away from her so she could push against it. She did
and continued to massage my back until the pain lifted. 

"Sitting too long," I said. 

"I'm sure they won't have any cramps," Gwen said, nodding across the
lake. 

I laughed and my back cramped a little again in the same spot. 

"Wow!" I said, stiffening up. 

"Relax," Gwen said, kneaded it till it began to relax again. 

A half minute later she slowed down. 

"Don't stop. It's not gone yet," I said to her. 

"Well then put your feet up or something because I can't reach it this
way," she complained. 

I swung my legs up to the end of the porch swing and put them out under
the arm. I tried to sit up straight to keep the muscles from cramping
again. Gwen rubbed at the lower part of my back as best she could. It
probably wasn't working too well. 

"Turn over," she commanded. 

I scrunched and groaned and pushed and wiggled my body over the wooden
surface till I had turned over. I had to scoot up and put my shoulders on
Gwen's lap for her to reach my back. 

"That's better. At least I can reach it now," she said, and continued to
rub my low back. 

"Oh god that feels good," I said. And it did. My muscles must really have
gone into stasis sitting there that long. 

"You would think we'd be used to it by now," I said. 

"I don't think we usually sit and watch uninterrupted that long," Gwen
remarked. 

"That's true," I said. "We usually don't watch that though," I added. 

"Would be a strange sky if we did," Gwen tacked on. 

I smiled. Her hands felt so good I almost drifted off. She moved them up
my back and their warmth was inviting sleep. She didn't hesitate to put
her hands under the back of my loose top. I didn't care. It felt good. She
massaged my shoulders and it took the ache of driving out of them. Her
hands moved down my sides over my rib cage and massaged that too. It all
felt good. She concentrated on my lower back with the heel of her hand.
She stretched over to reach the far side of me and I lifted a little to
readjust. I turned my head inwards and looked up. Her breasts were hanging
directly above me, covered only by a top like mine. They were bigger.
Fuller. 

I tried not to notice and turned my head the other way. But I didn't want
to look at the lake. I wanted to look at her stomach up close for some
reason. I turned my head right back. 

"Make up your mind," Gwen said irritated by my shifting position so much. 

"Sorry. I'll stay here," I told her. 

She resumed her hand motions. I stared at her bare stomach. I looked at
the marks and small downy hairs and her belly button. I could not help but
see the beginning of her breasts, although I did not look up at them. I
forgot what her hands were doing. I was engrossed in her stomach.
My finger appeared at it without my knowing I had moved my arm.
It rested on her belly button. I pushed my finger into it, trying to be
funny. 

"Stop that!" Gwen said, almost laughing. 

I gently moved it in and out several times. 

"In, out, in, out," I crooned. 

"God. Stop that, will you?" Gwen laughed. 

I withdrew my hands and my eyes shifted upwards. I found myself looking at
the bottoms of her breasts. They were large and nicely rounded. "Guys
would definitely like to hold them," I told myself. I wondered if any ever
had. She had never told me. I hadn't ever asked. I tried to see her
nipples. Only part of them occasionally came into view as she bent further
over to rub me lower. I suddenly felt her hands go under the waist of my
cutoffs. That pair of cutoffs were big. They had been my dad's jeans.
I had inherited them. Her hand slid under easily and went right under my
underwear too. She pulled it back out again right away and continued
massaging me the same way for a while. Her hand felt good still. Warm. It
moved off to the side of my hip and went further down the side of my leg
then back up and out. As she did it again and again, I went back into a
small trance and found myself looking at her again. 

I moved my hand a little on her stomach back and forth. It was
moist-sticky from being in one spot so long. It bumpled across. I lifted
it and turned it over. The back of my hand was dry and moved to the side
of her stomach easily. It tickled her a little. She twisted underneath it.
Her hand went to the other hip suddenly and I started. I enjoyed what I
was doing without much thought or concern.. She kept massaging me.
Her hand went down the middle of my bottom rubbing with the heel of her
hand. Then down one side and the other. Then she began using her fingers.
She massaged and dug her fingers into my bottom. I was a little nervous
for a second, but decided to trust her. She kept touching me and soon
it began to feel good. Soon it began to feel less massaging and more
touching. I still trusted her. Her fingers slid between and she moved
them apart. They slid right down to my hole and I knew she meant what she
was doing, yet I could not stop her. I told myself she was still just
rubbing me in a massaging sort of fashion. 

She touched me this way for what seemed like forever, her finger exploring
over the top of my hole, threatening to go in, but only pushing at it
slightly. It made me squirm and push myself down onto the hard swing. I
got wet in between. Suddenly, her fingers touched the back of my opening
and nearly slid in. I was unready, unaware and unsure of what to do.
I wanted to stop her then, but she put her fingers inside of me and I
could not stop her. They went right in. The wetness they brought back she
dragged back over my dry hole excited me to a unbelievable peak.
It wetted me more and I wanted her to push in, even there.
I guess she knew what I was thinking. She pressed her finger into me
and I tensed. She eased up and withdrew it, then pushed again a little
and withdrew again, then circled it with her fingertip. I relaxed again
and her fingers went back down lower. I could not help but raise my bottom
and she reached inside of me again. I sighed softly as her fingers entered
me, my breathing coming faster. Her fingers pushed into me again and again
till I felt myself gripping them and responding without any control on
my part. I was afraid. 

"Gwen please," I said weakly. 

She leaned over me and pushed her fingers underneath me completely,
finding my clitoris. She rubbed it as best she could, but it was awkward
for her hand, I could tell. She took her hand out completely. 

"I can't reach you. Turn over please," Gwen said quietly. 

I twisted myself around and looked up at her. 

"What are you doing?" I asked her. 

"Playing with you," she replied succinctly. 

"Why?" 

"Because I am, that's all. Do you want me to finish or not?" she asked. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, knowing that I would not stop
her. 

"I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't want to do it," she replied. "Do you
mind?" she added. 

"Maybe we'd better go inside," I said, starting to get up. 

Gwen put her hand down on my stomach. "No. Just stay where you are, ok?" 

Her hand came up to my face and went to my cheek. She brushed it. I looked
at her eyes to see what she was feeling and saw her looking at me deeply
in thought. 

"It's ok," I reassured her. "I... " I faltered, "I don't mind so much as
long as it's you," I told her, taking her hand from my cheek and holding
it in my own. 

She smiled. I put her hand down deliberately on my stomach and moved it in
a circle. She smiled again and began to move her hand on her own. I
reached down lower and unzipped my cutoffs and undid the snap. 

"There," I said. 

Gwen's hand stayed on my stomach. She touched it lightly and I found I had
lost the urgency I'd had only a minute before. I put my hand up her side
and under her cutoff t-shirt. I felt the side of her body and then moved
directly over her breast. I felt the nipple go by under my palm. Gwen
reacted by closing her eyes. I touched her breast lightly as she did my
stomach. Then her hand wandered upward and touched my breasts, too. We did
this for quite some time, stimulating each other gradually. At last I
reached up and pulled her hand downward. I was beginning to become excited
again and needed to feel her touch. She accepted my guidance and her hand
floated over the top of my exposed underpants. I pushed my mound up into
her hand. She smiled and rubbed the top of it, patting it gently. It made
me want to come when she did that! I squeezed her breast in my hand and
tried to touch her other with my other hand. It wouldn't reach easily, but
I traced it before I put my hand back down again. Gwen smiled at me again,
and her hand pressed harder into my mound. 

"Touch me, Gwen," I pleaded. 

She used her fingers to press deep into my panties, but it wasn't enough.
I pushed up to see if it would help. She moved her fingers lower and
suddenly they slipped under the edge of my panties. They rushed across my
hairs, brushing them and searching. I was so wet that she had no trouble
in finding my clitoris. She rubbed it with her fingers.
I closed my eyes and moved against her fingers. The more she rubbed the
closer I came. She speeded up and suddenly I put my hands down on top of
hers. I came, pushing myself up into her hand, holding her there. Gwen
waited patiently till I lifted my own hands. Then she closed her hand
around my mound and just held it for a while. It felt good. I didn't know
what to say. Gwen smiled down at me and her hand began to move playfully
around me again. 

"Ok?" she said. 

"Mmm hmm," I murmered. Then I lifted up her hand to stop her and sat up.
"Inside?" I asked. 

"Ok," she replied, and got off the swing. 


We took our telescopes in with us. There was only one bed. We had planned
on sharing it anyway. But not, I was sure, like this. Gwen lay down and I
sat beside her. I let my hand go down to her cutoffs. 

"Would you like me to do you too?" I asked. 

"Of course.", she said. "If you want to," she added. 

I smiled back at her and rubbed her groin to stimulate her and answer her
question at the same time. I was glad she was going to let me return the
favor. I thought I should. In a way I was eager to. It was an adventure
and she was my best friend. I could trust her. She lay back and put her
hands behind her head. It raised her cutoff top some and I smiled at the
fact that she had, even inadvertantly, exposed her breasts to me.
I leaned down and kissed them and looked up at her to see her face.
She had closed her eyes, but I could tell from her mouth that I had done
something she had wanted me to do. I molded her breasts in my hands and
took her nipples into my mouth. I sucked them and squeezed her breasts
gently in my hands. It felt wonderful. Her nipples got hard and I bit them
a little, sliding my fingers over them wetly. I slid down slowly, licking
her stomach and preparing to remove her cutoffs.
I knew what I wanted to do. She was waiting for me.
I unbuttoned her cutoffs and unzipped them quickly. I tugged them down her
legs and her pants came off with them. I put them on the floor and turned
back to look at her. She had her eyes open and was watching me. I put my
hand down on the top of her thigh and stroked it lovingly, smiling at her.
My hand wandered to the inside of her leg and she closed her eyes again.
I looked at her. She was pretty. My head turned to look at her legs where I
was caressing. She had slim legs. I moved my hand down and touched her toes
and feet and caressed up her leg slowly. When I reached her inner thighs
again, she moved her legs apart more. She lifted her knee up and I moved
between them, pushing the other leg out towards the edge of the bed with
my hand. 

I put my hands up to her mound and moved them around, caressing her
gently. I smoothed the hairs back and moved them away from the center of
her. It exposed her lips and I put my finger to them, moving them lightly
back and forth. I was going to play with her with my fingers, just as she
had done to me. Only I could see her in front of me. This was different.
She had just touched me, not seen me. I wondered if she had wanted to.
I was going to ask her, but didn't. It would have broken the spell I
thought. Instead I just moved my fingertip over her again and again.
I knew where to concentrate at the top, and finally I was just going in
little circles around her hidden button. Gwen was beginning to respond:
moving her hips in a slow rhythm. I knew just how she felt. I felt it with
her as I touched her and saw her expressions. I knew when it felt very good.
It was fascinating to play with her and keep her and see her in that state
of suspensed pleasure. I wanted it to last a long time.

I deliberately withheld excitement from building up too fast just to watch
myself touching her privately. I moved my fingertip up to the very top of
her and pulled the hood back with it, temporarily exposing her clitoris.
I was so fascinated by it that I used my other hand to hold back the hood
and keep it exposed while my fingertip roamed over it again and again.
I knew Gwen would come quickly if I kept doing that, but I couldn't help
myself. I looked at her with her eyes closed tight and knew she wanted to
come soon. I took her clit between the tips of my thumb and forefinger
and slid it back into it's little hood then out again carefully. I did it
again and once more. Then many times quickly. 

Gwen's body stiffened and her legs pressed together as I rubbed her after
her climax. She gripped my hand in her thighs and held it there till the
spasms between her legs subsided. She released my hand and I smiled at her
when she opened her eyes again. She just looked at me. There wasn't
anything to say between us. What had happened, had happened. We both
understood it. 

I smiled at her again and she let her leg fall down. I pulled the
bedspread up over her and covered her, tucking her in. She smiled at me
broadly, laughing silently at my motherly gesture. I sat up at the edge of
the bed and undid my cutoffs. I took them off sitting there, and, leaving
my underwear and top on, climbed into bed beside her. 

"Thanks," Gwen said, "I needed that." 

"I did, too," I said. "I've never done that before," I told her. 

"Neither have I," Gwen told me. "Watching them made me horny," she said. 

"Me too," I added. "How come you..." I started. 

"I don't know. At first I was just rubbing your back because you needed
it, but it felt good touching you, too, after a while," Gwen said. 

"Oh," I said. 

There was a silence. 

"Have you ever done it?" she asked. "You know, with a guy?" 

"No," I told her. 

"I haven't yet either," she said quietly. 

We didn't say much for a while. I slid down a little and began to get
comfortable and a little sleepy. Gwen looked at me and moved down beside
me. We were facing each other. 

She smiled at me again. I put my head down on the pillow. 

Gwen put her hand up to my face and touched my cheek. I looked at her. Her
hair tumbled down beside her as she leaned on her elbow. I reached out
and took it in my hand, threading it through my fingers. I did it several
times. Gwen began brushing my hair from my forehead. Then she leaned
forward and kissed my forehead. I wanted to do the same for her, but she
met me halfway and put her lips against mine instead. I held off for a
second but it was too late. She pressed her lips against mine and I kissed
her back. We stood back and looked at each other, trying to gauge each
other's feelings. Then we kissed again, slowly. Our lips met and clung,
twisting across time. 

Gwen's hand went down to my chest and rubbed my breasts with the back of
her hand. 

I did the same for her. We kissed for a very long time, touching one
another gently. Then we moved closer together and the warmth was
intoxicating.

We pressed into one another and held each other in our arms. We were
lovers. I touched her back and bottom and she caressed me. I was on my
back and she leaned over me, pressing her body against mine. Our legs met
and crossed, twining for warmth. I felt her hairs on my thigh and became
excited. I kissed her harder and she responded by opening her mouth to me.
Our tongues played together wetly. Our bodies mixed warmly. I relished the
feeling of her breasts against mine. Gwen surprised me and climbed right on
top of me, putting both her legs between mine. She lay on top of me and we
kissed more. Her hands went under my head and held it as we kissed. Mine
went to her back and sides and bottom. I loved to touch her bottom. It was
soft. The hairs there were downy. Further down I could almost reach her
sex. I pressed my hands lower to find it and she pushed her body upward
toward my head to help me reach her. I began to slip my fingers inside of
her again. She moaned pleasingly, but slid down so that I couldn't reach
her anymore. 

She flipped her hair back and then kissed my neck. It tickled a little and
I giggled. Gwen smiled and kept going. She lowered herself further and
kissed the bones in between and above my breasts. That felt hot and very
sexy. She kissed there hard and I sighed excitedly. 

"Gwen," I said softly.

"Um hum,." she said back affirmatively.

She kissed my breasts and warmed my nipples with her tongue. I stroked her
hair and held her head in place lightly, letting her move it as she wished
until she found my nipples. Then I would keep it there till she moved it
back to the other side. She lay down and used her hands to hold and
squeeze my breasts while she kissed my stomach. I became very excited
anticipating what I knew was going to happen. Gwen kissed her way down my
stomach and when she reached my panties she tugged at the edge of them to
pull them down. I lifted my bottom and she slowly pulled them from me,
down just below my mound. She moved to one side, putting her legs over me,
and with one hand removed them completely. I helped her by bringing my
knees up. She had to go under the covers to get them all the way off. When
she lay back down, she parted my legs and moved in between them even lower
than before. I was surprised to see her where she was. She lay down and
moved my legs apart, looking at me in between. I watched her. She kissed my
inner thighs and I lay down and closed my eyes. I felt her kissing higher
up and then finally felt her fingers moving through the blond hairs
surrounding me. She swept them aside and parted my lips. I felt a sudden
rush of wetness inside. The next thing I felt was like a hot thing
surrounding my clitoris. It was her tongue. 

I clutched the sheet in my fingers. Her tongue lashed at me and it was not
as hot, but wetter feeling the next time. It still felt good. Very good.
Gwen continued to lick me slowly and I began to react inside. I tensed and
contracted every muscle in my groin and inside of my own pussy.
Her tongue made me shiver in excitement. She moved me further apart with
her fingers and pushed directly on top of my button with her tongue.
The tip of it moved rapidly across my button clit and I started to build
to a new level of excitement. One step closer to orgasm. Gwen kept
flicking at the top of my clit until I was moving excitedly underneath
her. Then she licked me hard and flat with her tongue. Her fingers took
over and played with me for a second or two. Her tongue must have needed a
rest. But quickly she sucked my whole organ into her mouth and I nudged
closer to climax. She sucked me in and out of her mouth and my pelvis was
rising and falling quickly, matching her sucking action. She put her hands
under my bottom and held it, forcing me up into her mouth. She sucked me
hard right at the top of my clit and I came. And came. And came. It was
the longest, sweetest series of orgasms I'd ever had in my life. Gwen 
sucked me all through it till I pushed her away in protest. 

She pulled herself up and lay on top of me. I loved having her there and
held her in my arms. She just put her head off to one side of mine and
rested there. I knew what I had to do next. 

I pushed her off of me gently and rolled over on top of her. She smiled at
me and I smiled back a little, but kissed her passionately right away so
we wouldn't lose the feelings of the moment. She kissed me back eagerly
and when her tongue entered my mouth I tasted my own wetness.
I pressed my body hard into hers and kissed her back the more eagerly for
the taste of it. It excited me. I kissed her neck and her chest and spent
a short time sucking her nipples. I kissed her ribs, sticking out above
her stomach and then licked at her belly button. But I moved quickly down.

Her dark brown hairs were so different than mine I stared at them almost
in amazement. I saw her peeking through and moved to kiss her.
She tasted divine. I let my tongue go around her and pulled her lips apart.
I sucked her and sucked her, twisting my fingers inside of her slowly as I
did so. I felt her contracting around them. I put one more finger inside of
her and used my other fingertip to play with her clit while I tongued it at
the same time.
She was throbbing inside and her body pressed hard into the bed. I flicked
at the top of her clit and she came immediately. I surrounded her clit with
my mouth and pushed my fingers deep in her. She pushed against my fingers
and made them go even deeper, her pelvis shaking against my mouth. When she
dropped down to the bed I released my fingers from her and held her legs
in my arms, keeping her down on the bed. I sucked her clit again right away
and she climaxed a second time. While she came down I lay my head between
her legs and just let it rest there. In a minute or two I climbed up to be
beside her. I spooned into her body from behind and she pulled my hands up
to her breasts. We covered up in the sheet and spread and went to sleep. 

The next morning we separated and showered without saying much to each
other. Gwen disappeared for a while, walking out into the woods. I was
afraid maybe I'd done something wrong, but then figured that it was just
what happened and she needed to think. I didn't think about it too much.
I was surprised at what we'd done, but thought that we'd done what we
needed to do at the time. I wondered where she went, but decided not to
follow. Instead I went for a swim. It was refreshing and I hadn't swum
unrestrainedly for a long time. 

It was about ten when I got out. I had some late breakfast and heard Gwen
coming down the road. She was talking with someone. Or more than one. I
heard other voices. One was definitely male. I went to the front and
looked out. Gwen was walking down the road with who else but the couple
from the other cabin. I was suddenly embarassed. I wondered immediately if
Gwen had told them, then knew better. She wouldn't have. I watched as they
approached. Gwen saw me and waved. I waved back dubiously. 

"Wendy, Mark and Alissa. Mark and Alissa, Wendy," Gwen said in the way of
introduction. 

"Hi," I said. "You bought Mr. Parker's cabin?" 

"No. Just renting. Our honeymoon," Mark said. 

"They're here for the week," Gwen added. 

I looked at Alissa. She was older than I'd thought. 

"Hi," I said, extending my hand to her. 

"Hello," she said, shaking my hand comfortably. 

She obviously didn't have much to say. I guess I might not if I were taken
away for a walk on my honeymoon either. I looked at Gwen as if to say,
"So? What now?" 

"Come on in.", Gwen chimed, pointing towards the door. 

"Sure," Mark said and took a step in that direction. 

Alissa kind of held him back, but said nothing. Mark pulled her along
firmly. She followed as if nothing had happened. I looked at them as they
went in. He too was older than I'd thought. But he was handsome. I let
them go in first and Gwen followed me. I blushed when Gwen put her hand on
my behind and reached back to pull it away right away. But it told me
at least she wasn't mad about what had happened between us, and I was glad
of that. It felt kind of comforting in a way. 

"Your cabin's a little bigger than ours," Mark said. 

"Not much," I replied. 

"How do you know?" Mark asked. 

"I've been to Parker's lots. My mom and dad have owned this place for
years," I said. "But they're looking to sell," I added, in case they might
be interested. 

"Still pretty old fashioned, though. Not many conveniences," Mark said. 

"Who needs conveniences?" Gwen asked. I understood her double entendre,
even if Mark and Alissa didn't. 

"I just wanted something a little more civilized," Mark said. "You know of
any places around here like that?" he said. 

"Nope. I don't get around much up here," I told him. "Except for the
forest," I added. "And swimming," I added again. 

"That's my favorite part of all this," Alissa chimed in suddenly. I looked
at her. She seemed glad to have something to say at last. 

"Well, Gwen must have walked you quite a ways if you didn't boat across,"
I laughed. 

"Boat," said Mark, "I wasn't about to walk the whole way." 

"I wanted to," Alissa said. 

"How come you came up the front way then?" I asked curious. 

Mark answered. "Ali saw something off in the woods and wanted to check it
out. She thought it was an animal, a deer or something." 

"I'd love to see something while I'm here," Alissa said. "Not just spend
the WHOLE time in bed." 

Gwen and I laughed. 

"Ali," Mark scolded. 

"Well, it's true," Alissa said. 

"Come on," I said. "I'll go with you. I just finished a long swim and I
need to dry out a little. A walk would feel good." 

Alissa let go of Mark's hand. "Ok?" she asked for permission. 

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you. Don't be too long," he told her. 

"Behave yourself," she warned, pointing to Gwen. 

"Oh come on. What am I going to do?" Mark laughed. 

"You've already had enough to last a lifetime this week," Alissa remarked.

"A little more never hurts," Mark laughed. 

"You guys!" I said, trying to make them stop. "Come on," I told Alissa. 

I went to get a backpack and put a few things in it to eat and drink since
it was almost lunch time anyway and I figured we'd be out that long. 

"Don't expect us back in an hour," I said. "Maybe two or four," I said to
Gwen and Mark as I headed for the door. 

"You got good walking shoes on?' I asked Alissa as we went out the door. 

"Sneakers good enough?" she asked as we left the others behind. 

"They'll do," I said. 

"Where are we going?" Alissa asked. 

"Up to an old mining camp," I said. 

"God, that's great! That's the kind of thing I love to do. Explore old
places and stuff." she said excitedly. "How did you find it?" 

"Oh, I've been coming here since I was a kid. And Mr. Parker told me about
it one time. I found it on my own from his description. It's about five
miles away. You ready for a good walk?" I said. 

"Let's do it. I'm ready. My legs feel like rubber after..." she started,
but didn't finish. 

I laughed, "Come on. This'll be just the thing to straighten them out." 

Alissa didn't blush, but she went quiet again. So we walked on. About two
miles out we saw some animals. Just a couple of racoons and rabbits, but
Ali, for that was what she'd asked me to call her, Ali was amazed. I think
if she'd had a camera or something she'd have felt better. But she didn't
think to bring hers with her when Gwen talked them into boating across the
lake. She didn't figure she was going to use it. They hadn't planned on
being gone long at all, in fact. 

"Do you really think we can stay out for four hours?" Alissa asked, as if
I had to give her permission. 

"Who cares? You're on vacation, aren't you?" I said. 

"A honeymoon isn't exactly a vacation," Alissa said. 

"What's the problem?" I asked. "You talk like you hate it," I said. 

"No, it's not that, it's just that, well, Mark and I have been living
together for so long already that getting married was sort of his idea and
not mine. It was like we had this vacation coming up and he wanted some
excuse to do nothing but fool around," she said. 

"That's a shame. You guys seem like a real nice couple, though," I
prompted. 

"I think he's a turning into a real jock sometimes the way he hang out
with the guys and footballs and baseballs himself to death. We don't do
any of the things we started out doing when we first knew each other," Ali
complained suddenly. 

I wasn't sure I wanted to hear all her problems, but I decided to listen
anyway. 

"So what the hell did you marry him for?" I said. 

"Because we were already married, I suppose. That just made it official,"
she said. 

"I think you've just made a whopper," I told her flat out. 

She laughed. 

I felt her suddenly not behind me. I looked back and she was standing in
the middle of the trail crying. Just standing there with her hands at her
sides, crying big tears. I walked back to her and put my arms around her.
She clung to me and sobbed. I had burst the damn and I knew it. I tried to
think, to gauge where we were. There was nothing around to offer a
comfortable place to sit and talk. So I toughened up my voice and spoke to
her like a drill sergeant. 

"Ten-hut!" I said, pushing her away from me to arms length. 

She laughed again in sobs, smiling at me and trying to regain herself. 

"On your way, soldier. The squirrels are waiting," I joked. 

She mock saluted me and I turned crisply to lead the way again. I decided
not to speak to her. Instead I led a brisker pace, so that we could get to
the mine sooner. It might just walk it out of her, too. I turned only once
to ask how she was doing, and one other time to point out a hawk circling
high above. 

"Damn, I wish I had my camera!" she groaned. 

I wondered if she was a real camera buff. It sounded like it. I knew
enough about 35mm cameras to photograph the night sky. Gwen and I did our
own developing. High resolution black and white film. I saw it as just
another aspect of astronomy mostly. 

We didn't see much other wildlife, but when we hit the brook, Alissa
jumped up and down like a little kid. She said she'd grown up with one
just like it near her grandmother's house. She splashed around in it as we
followed it up the trail. 

"You're going to regret getting your sneakers soaked," I told her. 

"Oh who cares!" she retorted, as if she no longer needed my permission.
Which she didn't in the first place. 

I laughed at myself as well as her. I really was the motherly type. I
couldn't help it. That was my personality. 

======================================================================= 

"So you think Minnesota's gonna lose the big one, huh?" Gwen asked Mark. 

"Yeah. They'll blow it in the last quarter. Too bad we don't have a tv or
I'd prove it to you," he said. 

"I have a little radio," Gwen said. 

"All right. Maybe I can get the game on that. You don't mind, do you?" he
asked. 

"Not at all. I'd like to listen too," she told him untruthfully. "I'll be
right back," she said, and went to get her portable radio, which she was
usually not without. 

"We'll probably get better reception outside," she said, moving towards
the back door. 

"Yeah," Mark agreed readily. 

"Would you like something to drink? I'm afraid we don't have any beer or
anything. Just soda," she offered. 

"That's ok. Pepsi if you have it," he told her. 

She smiled and went back in to get one out of the refrigerator. She had
her plans. He was obligingly sitting on the porch swing when she came out.
She sat beside him and put the radio on the porch railing. He leaned over
and turned it up. She pulled her legs up under her. The one next to him
couldn't help but cross over his leg. He couldn't inch further away, so he
was forced to put his arm around behind her on the swing. It almost made
him uncomfortable for a minute, but he listened to the game and forgot
about it. 

Gwen got mad, even though she was listening to the game and chatting with
him about it. She reached up and pulled his hand down around her shoulder.
She held it and played with his fingers. If that wasn't clue enough, then
he could jump in the lake, she thought to herself. 

"You could get in trouble that way," Mark said. 

"I wouldn't mind a LITTLE trouble," Gwen said, looking at him truthfully.
She put her hand in his lap. 

"Your serious, aren't you?" Mark suggested. 

"I think so," Gwen told him. 

He put his hand down on hers and guided it over his pants. Gwen took his
lead and followed it. She rubbed over his pants till she just began to
feel him growing underneath. She looked down at him. 

"You ever done this before? You look pretty young," Mark said. 

Gwen wasn't sure what to say, so she lied. "Yes, and not that young," she
told him as hardly as she could. 

He must have believed her or told himself to, because he pulled her up
from the swing and lowered himself down in it. Gwen knew what he expected
and just hoped she could do it right. She unbuckled his jeans and laughed
to herself when she saw him in his underwear on the swing. 

"I hope they meant what they said," he told himself. 

"Don't worry. There'll be time," Gwen said. She removed his shorts, too.
For the first time in her young life, she leaned over and took a man into
her mouth. It was bigger than she'd anticipated. Much bigger. And it only
GOT bigger! She could take no more than two or three inches of it into her
mouth without gagging at first, but it became wetter and went further in 
gradually the more she did it. Soon she was sucking on his cock well. She
knew it because he had ceased to listen to the football game and closed
his eyes. She could see him responding in his expressions. Gwen sucked him
as hard as she could and touched him underneath as well. They were so soft
underneath! She held them lightly as they hung over the edge of the swing,
cupping them in her hand and lifting them gently. She knew she wanted him
to stay hard and that she needed some stimulation herself to get ready for
him, so she stopped to remove her tube top. She leaned forward over him in
the swing and he held her breasts roughly and squeezed them hard.
Her nipples stiffened in protest as he sucked them, but it felt wonderful.
His big hands wrapped around her back and pulled her up to his face.
They kissed and Gwen felt herself warming up to him. Suddenly he pulled her
up completely on top of him with his strong arms. Gwen was taken aback when
she felt him spreading her apart and lowering her onto himself. She wasn't
ready. He tried to enter her but failed. She kissed him harder to make her
self wetter and tried to slip her hand between her legs to play with
herself a little. His hand went there too and he rubbed her with his massive
fingers. They were rough skinned and it hurt a little, putting her
completely out of the mood right away. She struggled to disengage herself,
but realized she had committed herself and could not do that without a fight.
So she resigned herself and tried to find what little pleasure there was in
his touches. 

"Go easier," she told him. 

He knew what she meant, and moved his fingers more slowly, making her
realize that he was not completely insensitive to her. 

"Play with me gently," she pleaded in his ear sensuously. 

That made him more reasonable. She was soon feeling excitable again. When
his finger moved to go inside her, she stiffened and pulled her pelvis
back. He stopped. 

"You really haven't done it before, have you?" he told her more than asked
her. 

"No, you're the first, so enjoy it," Gwen said. 

He smiled at her. "You got a lotta spunk," he commented monosyllabically. 

"I'm known for it," Gwen told him. She wasn't. 

He pulled her down to him and kissed her again. This time he went in. It
hurt. She moved. He pursued her, pulled her up and pushed her down. Not
much. Just enough to enter. Tears welled in her eyes. It hurt again. He
entered her further and she bit her lip. He was in her. Out he came. A
rest. Then back in. Slowly. She expanded. She felt him in her. He pulled
her up and lowered her again. This time it was easier. Wetter.
She wondered if it was blood, but did not care to look. He slid into her,
pushing her sides apart. Or at least it felt that way. Soon she was
helping him, lowering herself, pushing up with her thigh muscles to raise
herself above him.
Then she wanted control. She took it upon herself to do it to him and he
relaxed and let her fuck him. It got easier and better. This was more like
what she had expected. She had him. She worked him under her and hoped he
would come inside of her. Then she realized what that would mean and
became a teenager again. Afraid. 

"You have to tell me when to get off," she said to him as she bent down
and kissed around his ears. 

"Ok," was all he replied. 

She was disconcerted by his reply. She went down harder on him. 

"Take it easy," he told her. 

She had felt his cock bend a little the wrong way underneath her. She
smiled inside. "Pay attention," she thought to herself, and began to work
him more to make him come. She was trying to prepare to get off of him
when the time came, too. 

"Now!" he said so suddenly that she nearly flew into the air getting off
of him. She sat back down on his legs and grabbed him with one hand and
pressed his cock into her belly, watching it come in sheer fascination. 

"Suck on it!" he told her. 

Gwen thought, "What an idiot!" to herself, and did just as he asked. She
got down on her knees to the side of him and took him into her mouth as
quickly as she could. He was hot and salty and slick. He spurted once into
her tongue and she choked a little. She kept her tongue going around him,
spreading his come around his cock. She swallowed and tasted it a little.
Then she went back for more. She sucked him into her mouth as he grew
smaller. She was disappointed. She wanted more. She had expected more her
first time. 

========================================================================

"No, we got an apartment together right away. I never had the chance to go
to college. I never wanted to. Not until all my friends did and graduated
and got really good jobs and did interesting stuff. Then I knew what a jerk
I'd been," Ali told me. 

I reached for a hot dog on the fire. 

"You're almost like a soap opera. When did you grow up? In the fifties or
something?" I told her. 

"Yeah, I know I got no brains," she said self deprecatingly. 

"So get some! Go to college and shit," I told her. "You're not exactly on
your deathbed, you know. You can't be more than 25, I'd guess." 

"22. Mark says it's a waste. He's got a job and so do I and we do alright.
And I ask him what about the future and he says the same thing. He's got a
job and so do I and we'll do alright. I tell him I don't want to do
'alright.' I want something better, something different, something...",
she ran out of words. 

"Get out now, then, while you still can," I advised her. 

"Easier said than done," she said, meaning her recently rushed marriage. 

"Easier done than said," I told her. "Or you'll pay forever." 

She looked at me dejectedly. 

"Eat another hot dog," I told her. She laughed. 

"How come you're so smart for somebody who's only...seventeen," she
guessed. 

"Eighteen," I corrected. "My dad's a Ph.D.. So's my mom. Born with it, I
guess," I stated plainly. 

"You're lucky. You're going to college, right?" Ali asked, knowing the
answer. 

"Let's go for a swim," I said. 

"No suit," Ali remarked dryly. 

"Don't need one. Nobody here but us chickens," I said. 

She looked at me. I looked back, daring her. She stood up and took off her
top. I finished my hot dog in one bite and stood up, too. She was removing
her shorts. I watched as I took off my clothes. It was hot enough after
the hike and the water in the little grotto was inviting. She slipped in
and I came in a minute later. The pool wasn't very big, just the catch
from a small brook flowing downhill. It dropped over some rocks and made
a little waterfall. 

"The miner's dynamited this out," I told Ali. 

"How do you know?" she asked. 

"Local history, that's all." 

"Oh." 

"They used it for washing and mining. Got the water from the fall to drink
before it hit the pool," I related. 

"Not very big," Ali said. 

"But deeper than it looks, huh?" I mentioned. 

I could see Ali testing for the bottom with her feet. The water was that
clear. 

"God, I can see the bottom but I can't touch it. How deep is it?" she
wanted to know. 

"About fifteen feet, actually," I told her. I swam over to her side of the
pool. 

"It's cooler down further," she said. 

"Mmm hmm," I agreed knowingly. 

We didn't speak for a minute. 

"Do you do a lot of photography?" I asked. 

"It's my favorite thing to do. It's my only hobby, really. Sometimes I
spend all day Saturday out with my camera while Jack's working. I look
forward to it." 

"Why not open up your own shop then?" I suggested. 

"No money. No idea how to run it. What else..." she trailed off. 

"You're really down on yourself, aren't you?" I said. 

She looked at me. Her eyes were really tired and hopeless. I moved next to
her and put my arm around her shoulder. 

"You really do need to get a little more self confidence, you know. You've
probably got the talent. I think you just need the drive and a little
push. Maybe even someone to go in with," I told her. 

She reached up and pulled my hand down over her shoulder. 

"Thanks. Maybe I can convince Jack..." she started. 

"Don't convince him, just DO it!" I snapped. 

She let my hand go. "You don't know Jack. He's not that easy to waylay,"
Ali said. 

There was a minutes silence. 

"The water feels cold," Ali said, pulling herself up on the rocks. 

I swam away a little ways and then came back again. I put my arms up on
her leg and folded them neatly. She was kicking her feet out in the water.

"Would you show me some of your pictures? Do you have any back at your
cabin?" I asked. 

Ali was surprised. "Not many. Just the last batch that I took. Nothing
good, really. I mean not my best by any stretch," she gibbered. 

Anyone could tell she was more than pleased I asked. 

"Not to see them, no. He just looks at them and says 'They're real nice,
Lissy," she said distantly. 

"Lissy," I said, turning the nickname over with my tongue, "That's nice. I
like it," I said. Ali looked at me. I patted her leg with my hand
approvingly and then noticed something I hadn't before. 

"Do you always do that?" I said, turning my hand slightly and pointing
between her legs. 

Alissa blushed. "No. Jack did it the other day. He convinced me. I didn't
want to at first, but it kind of turned me on when he started doing it.
Doesn't feel all that bad," she said. 

I'd never seen a woman without any hair down there. I saw all kinds of
girls in the showers in phys-ed. But not this. I moved my hand over to
just above her mound. I let my fingers run over the skin. It was smooth.
No stubble. 

"Do you shave it every day now, or what?" I said, not looking up. 

"Most of it. Gently. It's just like shaving your legs," she laughed, "Only
much more careful." 

I moved my fingers a little lower. "Can I see?" I asked curiously. 

"Wendy! There's nothing to see," she blushed. 

I slipped back into the water and walked around front of her. I put my
hands on her legs. 

"Come on. I've never seen one like this before," I said. "Please?" I
looked at her pleadingly. 

She blushed again, but slowly let my hands push her legs apart. I moved my
head closer to her private area. I touched the lips of her vagina and
moved them a little. I looked at her from all angles, touching her and
moving her around. 

"I think it looks better this way," I commented, not stopping. 

"Do you?" Ali said softly. 

"It's easier to reach," I said, looking at her and touching her clitoris,
rubbing it in a small circle. I could see she was willing. 

"Is it?" she said breathlessly, looking at me distantly. 

I lowered my head and took her into my mouth. She groaned. I nibbled. She
sighed. I ate her clit warmingly and she moved underneath my loving. She
tasted good and I sucked her lightly, taking her in and out of my mouth
gently. Then I kissed her. All around her clit and pussy.
Her juices started to flow and I took her clitoris back into my mouth.
She held on to the rock she was sitting on. I could feel her erupting,
but I wanted to suck her more. She rolled through her first orgasm
to her second. The next one came quickly. After that, she remained
excited as my fingers entered her and I let her clit rest. I moved my
hands inside her and built her slowly back up to desire again. Then I took
them away and moved from her. I climbed out and lay on the cool rock
beside her. 

"Now you do me," I told her. 

"I've never done this before," Ali said. 

"You'll do fine," I said. 

She went into the water. I felt her touching my legs and parting my hairs
with her fingers. She took me in and I closed my eyes against the warm
sunshine. She did a fine job. 

We got dressed and went back. 

"So did you guys have a good time while we were gone?" I asked Gwen after
Ali and Jack had left. 

She didn't answer. 

"What happened?" I asked. 

She told me. 

I told her what had happened. 

We ate supper. We looked at the stars. We went to bed. Late in the night,
she woke me. She cuddled next to me and we fell asleep again that way. 

When morning came I lay looking at the early morning sunshine on the cabin
walls. Gwen awoke and her hands caressed my breasts. We made love, slowly
kissing and waking. She spent a long time under the covers, kissing me. I
liked to kiss her. Then she spent an equally long time kissing all of my
body. My back and arms, my bottom especially, the backs of my legs, and
finally my pussy. She sucked me worthily and long. 

When it was my turn I pulled all the covers away and looked at her body. I
tried to imagine her without any hair down there. The idea excited me, but
I didn't say anything to her about it. I touched her and made love to her
slowly, as she had to me. It was quiet and enjoyable. Slowly we left bed
to get breakfast. 

We dressed without speaking much except about what to make to eat. We both
went swimming afterwards. Then we went into town for supplies. We shopped
and looked around a little. By the time we had lunch and came back it was
two. Jack was there when we got back. 

He was alone. 

"Where's the old ball and chain?" I asked sarcastically. 

He took it in good humor. "Buying film. What are you guys up to?" he asked
plainly. 

"Not much, I'm afraid," I said, trying to gauge whether Gwen expected me
to go on another long hike and leave them alone together. She signalled me
no. "How about you?" I asked. 

"Nothin'," he replied, and cast about as if looking for something to do. 

Gwen motioned me into the kitchen area to help put away the groceries. I
followed her and she whispered to me. 

"Do you think we should do it with him?" she asked. 

"Don't you mean do I want to do it with him?" I replied. 

Gwen looked at me. "So why not do it and get it over with. Then you'll
have some experience," she said. 

I thought about it. 

"It's worth it," she added. 

"Is it really?" I asked her. 

She thought about it. "Well, maybe not with him, but he's not bad for a
start," she giggled. 

I hit her. 

"I'll get out of here," she said. 

I was going to stop her, but she acted too fast. 

"I have to go back to town. We forgot some things," she said to Jack. "Do
you guys need anything?" 

"I don't know, Ali's does all that stuff," he said boredly. 

Gwen turned to me. "And I want to go to that place down the road that old
man told us about, ok? You don't mind if I'm not back for a while, do
you?" she asked. 

"No. I suppose not," I said. "But don't be out all night," I told her,
meaning it. 

"I won't. I just wanted to see that antique shop," she said. "See you
later," she waved as she went out the door. 

That must have set off an automatic play signal in Jack's mind. He got up
immediately and walked over to where I was. 

"So what's your idea?" he said. 

"Idea for what?" I asked. 

"Do you want it too?" he said brazenly. 

I thought to myself what a jerk he was. But I didn't say it. I just rolled
with the punches. 

"Yeah. You ready?" I said. 

He looked at me as if he wasn't quite expecting me to say what I had, and
shrugged his shoulders. 

I walked away from him towards the bed. He grabbed me two steps out and
pulled me to him. His hands were like vices on my upper arms. He bent his
head down to kiss my neck. I endured it. As he kissed towards my mouth I
rebelled slightly. I didn't want to kiss him. He did. I shut my eyes
tight. He practically lifted me off the ground. I weakened a little. His
hands went to my back and they felt huge. They were huge. And rough. They
scraped my back under my shirt. He undid the snap of my bra and I felt it
loosen in front. His hands went to my ribs and then down and under my
shorts. They caressed my naked cheeks and I began to feel his strength
robbing me of power to want to stop him. Suddenly he dropped to his knees
and took my shorts down with him. I was embarassed. He began to kiss
towards my pubic area and I began to lose my balance. He pulled my shorts
down and pushed me backwards towards the bed. I fell onto it and he
removed my shorts and panties in one motion. 

His tongue found me in no time as he pushed my legs apart. It was
different. Too hurried. Less skilled or less knowledgeable. But it did
what it was supposed to do. I became wet. Then he rose and removed his
shirt. I looked at his chest and he told me with his eyes to remove my
blouse and bra. I did as he removed his pants. I turned back to see him
there before me and marvelled at his cock. It was large. Not as large
as Gwen had painted it, but enough.
He moved towards me threateningly, but passed my lower regions with his
organ and climbed up onto the bed, straddling me. He wanted me to
eat him. I licked at him tentatively and tried to get used to it, the
awkward angle of being beneath him and all. He raised himself up and that
made it easier for me to get it into my mouth. As soon as it was wet
enough, he began to pump it in and out of my mouth. I wasn't prepared for
it, but could do nothing much about it. I was inexperienced and unsure
enough not to stop what I didn't like. So I put my hands on his ass and
tried to manage the pumping. All it did was make it worse. 

I was about to gag when he stopped suddenly and lowered himself down. He
put his hands under my ass and lifted me up to give himself more room to
guide his cock into my pussy. I felt him entering me and felt my own
resistance to it. He pushed slowly, going in just a little.
It hurt slightly.

"Stop," I told him, pulling his body forward to get him to pull it out. 

He removed his cock and then went in further. It stang. Again. It hurt.
Then it burned, but I knew it was broken. The seal was broken. I started
to cry for it. He knew I was hurt but went on anyway. It burned each time
he went in until I was finally opened enough. Then it was just very tight
and very hot. Not much pleasurable. He rocked me back and forth on him
till the pain went away and it loosened and cooled a little. Then it just
felt wet and a mess. But it felt better to me. He continued and I held him
and he pumped me and I let it happen.
It was not long before I began to push the limit and was lost in frenzy.
He banged me hard and I pushed him more, till at last I was sweating and
clutching at him and he buried his cock in me so hard I shook. I couldn't
think about him coming in me. That was the farthest thing from my mind. He
didn't. He took his cock out of me and came on my belly. I watched it
spurting in fascination. I rubbed it into my belly and he fell to the side
and collapsed. I laughed at his cock waving in the air like a flagpole
without a flag. 

"What's so funny?" he asked. 

I laughed harder. 

"What?" he said. 

I burst out in hysterics and throbbing pain in my lower parts. I clutched
at them. 

Jack shook his head and got up. He left. I was still laughing and crying
in mild hysterics and pain. 

"I can't believe you," Gwen laughed. 

"You had to be there," I said, laughing all over again. "It was just cute,
but when he said "What's so funny?" in the hurt tone of voice he did, it
was all over for me. I couldn't help cracking up."

"So what did he do?" Gwen wanted to know. 

"He just got up and left. Not a word. He was pissed," I said, laughing
more. 

"Well, I guess he won't be back here," Gwen said. 

"Who cares?" I said. 

"I know," Gwen said. "But now I definitely want to find somebody and do
it." 

"I know what you mean. With the right guy it would definitely be nice. But
he'd have to do it slow and easy and know what the heck he was doing. Jack
didn't know much of anything about female anatomy," I laughed. 

"That's for sure," Gwen added. 

There was a lapse in conversation. 

"Is there somebody else around here?" Gwen asked. 

"You mean for this kind of thing. Not really. At least not real close. I
suppose if you went into town..." I told her. 

"Yeah. I suppose," she agreed. 

I left my scope and sat on the swing by her. I put my arm around her. She
turned to me and smiled. 

"Well at least we have each other," she said, looking at me. 

"Mmm hmm," I said. 

We kissed. 


-- 
"Theatre is Life...
      Cinema is Art...
          Television is Furniture..."
              -- Garrison Keilor


Author: Jonathan Dzoba <jondz@ix.netcom.com>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.

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