Her soft face was covered in freckles. They spread from her cheeks across the bridge of her nose, a few scattered on her forehead as well, framing her dark blue eyes. Long dark brown hair cascaded around the face, curling under her chin.

It was the sort of face that would blush crimson pink whenever she was nervous or embarrassed.

From across the room I heard her sigh, audibly. I put down my journal and looked up at her. "You sound unhappy," I said. "Is everything OK?"

She turned to look at me, and for a moment her cheeks reddened just slightly. "Yeah," she said. "I'm just bored."

"I understand," I said, wanting to sound sympathetic, even though I didn't really understand. How could she be bored, here, in the middle of the most beautiful mountains on Earth?

She picked up a deck of cards and started shuffling them.

"You want to play a card game?" I asked her.

She looked at me again with that little blush in her cheeks. "OK."

I got up off the couch and walked over to the table she was sitting at. "What's your game?" I asked.

"Let's play War," she said, and she started to deal.

"OK, but it's been a long time since I played War, you'll have to remind me how."

"So what's your name?" I asked her after she'd beat me once and was dealing the second round.

"Amy," she said.

"You stay at this resort often?"

"This is our first time."

"That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"Why you're bored. Because there's all kinds of cool stuff to do here."

"Yeah, I know, my family's at the go cart place, but I didn't want to go. They always do what my brother wants to do."

"Go carts aren't your thing?"

She looked at me and gave a funny giggle-snort. "No."

"What is your thing?"

"I don't know," she said, finishing the deal. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yeah, I guess. I like to draw."

"Really? You got any drawings here you can show me?"

She took out a sketch book; there were several well-executed pencil drawings of fantasy animals--dragons, unicorns, and some rather scary looking ghost-like creatures.

"Wow, these are awesome. You are talented!"

She blushed, her cheeks glowing.

"Do you like old mines?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Old abandoned mines. There's a really cool one up the hill a ways, that's what I mean about cool stuff to do here. Not go carts."

"Where is it?"

"It's kinda hard to find, maybe I can take you up there sometime? You should draw it, it'd look really cool with a dragon in it!"

"Sure!" she said. She had a sweet little smile, the first time I'd seen her smile. I was struck immediately by how beautiful she looked when she smiled.

Right then a boy came running into the room. "Amy!" he shouted, "it was soooo awesome at the go cart place!"

"Hi, Billy," she said with a somewhat exasperated tone.

"They have laser tag at the place too, Dad said we can go back there tomorrow!"

Amy rolled her eyes in my direction.

"Laser tag is fun," I said, my tenor lacking conviction on the point.

"Yeah it is," she said with similar tenor.

"You're playing War!" the boy said. "Can I play too?"

"Sure," she said. "Billy, this is..." she gestured to me, "um..."

I stood up and extended a hand to Billy. "John. John Calumet." Billy shook my hand and sat down with a thump.

We were well into the next game of War when a man walked into the room. "There you are, Amy," he said.

"Hi, Dad. How were the go carts?"

"Awesome!" Billy shouted.

I stood up and shook the man's hand. "I'm John Calumet," I said.

"William Harrelson," he said. He had a unnecessarily tight grip. "I see you've met my children. I hope they aren't bothering you?"

"No, I'm just honing my skills at War. I'm afraid I'm no match for them."

He laughed. "Believe me, I know what you mean. So, Amy, we were thinking of going to the laser tag place tomorrow."

"Yeah, Billy told me." She made her lack of enthusiasm obvious.

"Amy doesn't want to go," Billy said. "She just wants to stay here and read."

"That's fine," their dad said. "Dinner's in an hour, don't bother Mr. Calumet too much longer, OK?"

"OK," both kids said at the same time.

Billy ran off after the card game ended, leaving Amy and I alone again. "So," I said, "if you're not going with your family to laser tag tomorrow, we could go up to that old mine."

She smiled sweetly again. "That'd be great!"

The next day after lunch my wife took the kids to the waterpark. I begged off, saying that I wanted to go for a hike. From the front porch of our cabin, I saw Amy's family load in their car and take off, sans Amy. I waited a few minutes, then walked over to her cabin and knocked on the door.

It was a blazingly hot day and we were both sweating hard when we finally got to the old mine, a crumbling wooden structure a hundred years old and some deep ravines cut into the mountainside. Amy sat down in the sun and started sketching, and I found some shade and worked on my journal. A bit later she stood up and stretched; from my vantage point a hundred feet away from her I could give her body a bit of discreet admiration, and I noticed really for the first time how very sexy the girl was.

I didn't know her age, but I would estimate she was about fourteen. She had a thin body, remarkably long legs, smooth and bare, a pair of short shorts topping the lovely vision. I was looking at her from behind now and I could see perfectly how those long legs ended in a firm, round rear end. She turned towards me, stretching her back, and saw that I was staring. Her face darkened again.

"You done sketching?" I asked her.

"Yeah, for now."

"Let me see," I said, standing up and walking over to her. She showed me a number of very fine, though rough, sketches of the building.

"It's just a start," she said.

"Looks great!"

She smiled, still blushing.

"It's so hot," she said.

"There's a nice little creek about a mile away, we can hike over there."

"That'd be nice," she said.

The sun was beating down on us as we walked and the trees around us prevented any wind from cooling us off. Not far into this leg of our hike, I was sweating hard and I decided to take my shirt off, hanging it out of the back of my shorts.

I saw Amy's eyes looking discreetly at me for a brief moment, eyeing my chest and stomach. Her eyes met up with mine and her face blushed and she quickly looked away.

"I'm jealous," she said.

"Huh?"

"That you can take your shirt off. It's so hot!"

"Feel free," I said. "There's no one's around to see you."

She gave a little laugh. "Except you of course."

"I won't tell anyone!"

She laughed again. "Maybe I'll just, here, wait a sec." She stopped and turned her back to me, then with some difficulty, pulled her bra off, first one arm going into her shirt and the bra strap coming off of it, then the other arm. She stuffed the bra in her pocket.

"That's a little better," she said as she turned around. I could see her breasts moving freely under the cotton of her yellow tank top; they certainly were not big, from what I could tell, but their unencumbered movement caused my heart to skip for a moment.

I knew a little grassy area by a pool in the creek, and by the time we got there, both of us were sweating pretty hard. We splashed our faces in the water, then took our shoes and socks off and cooled our hot feet.

"That feels so nice!" she said. She lay down in the grass.

I sat down next to her and plucked a stalk of grass seed and started chewing on it, then plucked another one. "Here," I said, reaching it out to her. "It's mandatory to chew on a piece of grass at a time like this."

She giggled.

I lowered the stalk, seeds towards her, and brushed it on her cheek. She smiled up at me.

"You have such a beautiful face, Amy," I said to her. She blushed, but said nothing.

I moved the seed stalk down over her chin, to her neck and then her chest.

"It tickles," she said softly.

Feeling a little emboldened, I reached down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up a little, exposing her belly button. I brushed the seeds over her flat, tanned belly. She giggled.

"Do you like that?" I asked her.

She nodded with a little smile on her face, her cheeks blushing.

I reached down again and pulled her shirt up a little bit further, exposing just the bottom of her rib cage. I tickled them as well.

With my fingers still on the hem of her shirt, I began to pull it up a little further. At this, she sat up. "Your turn," she said, pushing me onto my back and taking the grass seeds from me. She ran the seeds over my chest and my belly.

"That feels nice," I said.

She moved the grass seeds down, below my belly button, to the waist of my shorts. She sat back and gave me a demure little look, her head bowed slightly, her eyes up.

"How about I do your back now?" I suggested to her.

"OK," she said, laying down on her stomach in the grass, resting her face on her arms. She pulled her shirt up a bit, exposing her lower back. I tickled the exposed skin, then pulled her shirt up further, all the way above her shoulder blades. In the process the shirt pulled up her chest and I could see the white flesh of the side of her breast, pressed into the ground.

I grazed the seed stalk over her shoulder blades and her upper back, then moved it down to her armpit. She looked up at me with her eyes narrow and giggled. "It tickles," she said. I moved the seeds down, so that they grazed against the side of her breast. She had a little smile, her face reddening. I sat up and leaned over her, tickling her other armpit and then her other breast. Then I crawled down to her feet.

She giggled heartily as I tickled the bottom of her first foot, using my fingers now rather than the seeds, then squirmed as I tickled the other foot; then I grazed the seeds up her leg to her thigh, then down the other leg.

"You have such beautiful legs, Amy," I said. She let out a little sigh.

She sat up, taking care to keep her shirt in place. "Your turn again," she said. "I'll tickle your back."

So I lay down with my stomach on the ground and she brushed the seeds over my back, then tickled my armpits; then she moved down and tickled my feet as I squirmed. She sat back on her heels when she was finished and I turned over onto my back, sliding so that my legs opened around her.

"There is one part of me that you haven't tickled yet, Amy."

The way I was sitting, with my legs open around her, it was fairly obvious what I was referring to. I'm sure she could see the prominent erection standing up inside my shorts. Her face blushed perhaps the hardest that I had seen yet. "Do you think I should?"

"No one ever comes around here, no one will see us," I said, even though I knew that wasn't what concerned her.

She nodded. I took that to be acceptance. I reached down to the waistband of my shorts and pulled them off, along with my underwear. I spread my legs open around her again, displaying my manhood. My cock was rigid, standing up large and proud.

She stared at it for a moment, her face as pink as a cherry blossom. I could tell, even though she didn't say a word, I knew that this was the first time in her life that she'd seen an erect penis, at least a real one, "in the flesh." Then she leaned over, holding the grass seeds out, and gently brushed them over my scrotum, then up the underside of my shaft to my head, then down the top side to my pubic hair.

"Does that tickle?" she asked, looking up at me.

"It feels wonderful, Amy," I said, smiling at her. She smiled back at me, then ran the grass seeds over my balls and my shaft again. Then she sat back on her heels, looking at me.

I sat up on my elbows. "It's your turn now, Amy," I said.

Her face was the brightest pinkish cherry red that it had been yet. "Do you think I should?"

"There's no one here to see, except me."

"I've never done anything like this before," she said, as if to make sure I understood that I would be the first man to see her nude. Her face was as bright pink as it could ever get as she reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off.

Her breasts were small, but womanly; round and plump and pale white, her nipples puffy and pink and standing up, engorged and excited.

She lay down on the grass on her back and lifted her legs in the air and pulled her shorts and panties off. Then she lay down fully, crossing her legs to hide her sex; but I could see the dark curls of her full bush of pubic hair.

I got up on my knees next to her, my cock standing out and looking aggressive. I took the grass seeds and brushed them over her sweet little nipples. "Does that feel good?" I asked her.

She nodded, her face as crimson pink as you could imagine.

I then moved the seeds down her belly to her pubic hair. "Open your legs, Amy," I said. And she opened them, allowing me to be the first man that has ever seen her womanhood.

I rubbed the grass seeds over her red, swollen pussy lips, and her breath was short and quick.

I sat back up on my knees above her, my cock standing out proudly. I smiled down at her, and she smiled nervously up at me. "Let's jump into the water now," I said, smiling at her.

"Yeah."

We splashed into the cool water, both of us naked. We began touching each other as we frolicked, at first just simple touches, like hands on shoulders. Then I kissed her, one small kiss as I held her arms, then a long, wet, emphatically lustful kiss. Our hands explored each other as we kissed; we broke apart, played some more, then kissed some more.

I was standing chest deep in the deepest part of the pool and holding her as we kissed and she lifted herself up onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist, my cock underneath her bottom. We were holding each other tightly and kissing deeply; I reached behind her, underneath her, lifting her up by the bottom and lifting my cock, directing it up to her sex.

She did nothing to resist, and I knew then that Amy's cherry was mine.

My cockhead slipped easily into the hot wetness of her vaginal lips and almost immediately she sat her weight down on it; I lifted her hips and she sat down on it again.

Our lips were locked in a long wet kiss, our tongues inside each other, as Amy gave her virginity to me that afternoon.

Once I had entered her, she broke our kiss and looked at me. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me," she said. "I can't believe we're having sex."

"I'm the luckiest man in the world," I said.

Holding her tightly by the ass, my cock still inside her, our lips locked again in a long kiss, I walked her over to the edge of the pond and laid her down on the grass. Then I laid down on top of her, and the girl learned that day what it means to be a woman.

Her vagina was hot and soaking wet and it did not take long for me to bring myself to orgasm. I pulled out and ejaculated onto Amy's tight little teenage belly.

We swam a little bit more in the pool after sex, still kissing and touching each other. Then Amy lay down in the grass to dry off in the sun. I picked up her sketch book and made a quick pencil drawing of her as she lay there as naked as the day she was born.

"Wow," she said, when I showed her the sketch. "I didn't know you could draw! You're really good!"

"It's nothing, just a quick picture. It's beautiful because of the subject."

She smiled.

I lay down next to her on my side, up on my elbow, and I reached my free hand over and began gently stroking her breast. Her face blushed again as I moved towards her, leaning down and kissing her. Now that the immediacy of the lust from our previous love making was past, I was able to take the time to savor her taste, our tongues softly touching each other in her mouth. I moved my hand down her belly to her sex, and she opened her legs, giving me access, as her hand reached out and her fingers wrapped around my rapidly inflating cock.

I rolled my finger over her clitoris for a moment, then slipped it down and into her. She was as wet and as hot as you could imagine. Then I climbed on top of her.

She spread her legs wide open, bending them at the knees, and my cock slid easily into her vagina, all the way until my balls nestled up against her anus. I pulled back, feeling the full length of her warm, wet flesh, then pushed back in.

I lifted my face from hers; her cheeks were bright pink again. "Amy, you are so beautiful," I said to her as I began methodically fucking her, slowly and assertively, in full control, a man with his little lady.

She smiled at me. "You're beautiful too John," she said softly, breathing hard.

We made love there in the sunshine, in the grass, for a very long time. We learned all about each others' bodies as we lay there, rocking slowly together, falling in love. As lustful as our earlier lovemaking had been, this was equally passionate but oh so much more sublime.

"I think I'm going to come soon, Amy," I said after at least ten minutes of slow, deliberate sex.

She wrapped her arms around me tightly, holding me to her, then wrapped her legs around me as well. She had her face buried against my chest. "I don't want you to leave me," she said softly.

"I'll go until I can't last another second," I told her.

I felt her nod as I cradled her head to me.

I wanted to make it last forever, and I knew she wanted me to, but with her legs wrapped around me like they were, I was unexpectedly overcome with desire, with lust like I had felt the first time we made love. I could not help it; I reared back and slammed in, her pussy now fully open, wetness gushing out of her and onto my balls. She grunted underneath me.

I reared back and slammed in again, and again. Her legs started shaking and I heard her make a high-pitched little noise, muffled against my chest.

Back, and in again; "Oh, Amy, oh Amy!"

"Don't leave me now!" she shouted underneath me as her whole body began to quake. "I'm gonna come!"

I felt my orgasm beginning, swelling deep inside me, and I knew I had to pull out; but she tightened her legs around me, holding me inside her.

"Oh, Amy, I'm coming!"

"Come!" she said, loud but muffled, her whole body shaking in wave after wave. "Come!"

My semen erupted out of me, deep inside her young, fertile body. Operating on mere instinct alone now I reared back and slammed into her again and exploded a second time as her body shook and quaked under me. Only then was I able to pull out and finish outside of her, my come firing directly onto her pussy, as she continued orgasming underneath me.

After I had finished, I slipped my cock back into her gaping hole, her body shaking a final time as I entered her again, and then we lay there together, kissing deeply.

A few minutes later, we got up and cleaned ourselves off in the pond. Then we dressed, then walked slowly back to the resort, holding hands along the way.

Comments

Nickname	Feedback
Anonymous	Wonderful story. Very well written. Thank you.
Anonymous	very hot and sensual,,,,,i love a love story
Larry	Very nicely done. Sexy, sensual and very arousing. Thanks for sharing.
The Kid	Awesome
cyberguy	Beautifully written. Wanting to see more of your work. One comment: it's a "stalk" of grass.
	Oh boy thanks for catching that stupid typo cyberguy! Your editorial aasistance is much appreciated along with your kind words. --Chris
Anonymous	Great story. Needs a few spelling corrections-- discreet, not discrete, different words & meanings. Plus one I can't remember.
	Wow I am blessed with some quality editors. Many thanks for your correction on "discrete" (which means "separate or individual") vs. "discreet" ("secret or unseen"). I think I got it fixed now. Please do keep coming with the editorial comments, definitely appreciated. --Chris
Anonymous	Wish I knew a girl like this one. Awesome story
billy	Just loved this story-the first of yours I've read-will take time out to explore all the others. Many thanks to you and all the Authors on here for all the hard work you all put in to write such great stories
Jim	It'd be interesting to see who Amy's second lover is. Her father? Someone else at the campground? Perhaps a teacher? Please continue with this story
joe	This is lovely! Great story....highly believeable and readable..and very arousing...thanks!
Abbot	Very well done.
Larry	You have a talent a very well written story, thanks
JJ	Very nice story. the closest to the real thing. I enjoyed this type of story. I thought they would frolic in te grass for awhile. Maybe another day. In the next chapter? I am hoping for a description of the mine entrance.
verk	Good story but not believable on one part for anyone who has tried having sex in water will tell you.need non water based lube. Lol
	Holy Cow my crowd-sourced editors are working hard in this story! Thanks for the correction verk; however in this case I believe I will defend myself. Now, I am no anatomist, let alone a sex therapist (believe it or not!), but my understanding is that the problem with sex in water is that vaginal lubrication is water soluble, and therefore every time the penis pulls out of the vagina, the lubrication washes off and when he pushes back in, it is as if the penis is dry. Not much fun over the long haul, particularly for the woman. However you may note that that's not actually what happens in this story. He only enters her once in the water, just long enough to pop her cherry and nothing more at all; then he takes her up onto the grass for the actual copulation. I'll confess I never have actually popped a girl's cherry in the water (alas!), but this seems perfectly plausible to me! --Chris
AmandaP	We enjoyed your story very much. It was tender, well paced, and formed a picture in of the events in our minds. This is the kind of story that needs to be serialized and continued.
	So glad you all liked it AmandaP. And I do plan at least two more parts, I've already started on the next one and have a sketchy idea about what will happen after that. But I have like six irons in the erotic story fire right now so I can't say how long it'll take to finish the next one. Hopefully not too long. --Chris
Kathryn	Hi, first of all I would like to say that I really enjoyed your work and that, although a lesbian, I enjoy reading hetero stories more than lesbian ones because the majority are written by guys pretending to be women and they are so stereotypical that I find them totally off-putting - they don't make me wet whereas your stories and those of Renpet always make good bedtime reading. I like to read about young girls especially if it is their first time because my first time wasn't very enjoyable. When I read how a man - an experienced man - can make it so good for a young, inexperienced girl, it shows me what I missed... Anyway, this is a bit of a long way of saying, we love your writing and hope you keep doing what you are doing. Love, Kathryn (my friends call me Kaff)
	Wow thanks so much Kaff for your words. (I hope it's OK that I call you Kaff.) Being mentioned in the same august company as Renpet is quite a compliment! I edited your comment down a bit, just for space consideration, but I found your whole comment fascinating and very interesting. Many thanks. --Chris
Anonymous	well done. very erotic
Anonymous	Nice!
DaddyBilly	Fantastic story!!! I am still hard!!! :)
Brody	Good imagery. Romantic. I like it. (Yes, there are typos. I have tons of those in my stories too. It takes a practiced eye to be able to read and spot mistakes. I usually have to leave the writing alone for a good long while before trying to edit it seriously.) Anyway, I do think that you are in the same league as Renpet in terms of sweet, detailed-base romantic eroticism that is nicely paced.
Anonymous	Loved the story!
Melanie	Loved it!
ohboy	Your story's well written, I really enjoyed it! Although a fantasy, it has a real life vibe. Looking forward to any sequel, and sure want to check out your other work! Thanks!
daddy's girl	I love to have my dad do all that to me.
Clem	great story, well written, got me hard and leaking
bereaved daddy	Great story Chris! I write these kids of stories too and I doubt I could have told that story any better! Top notch in my book!
Chase Shivers	Great story, Chris! Loved the way the soft scene played out near the water and the imagery of the girl's spread legs and wet vagina was fantastic. Thanks for sharing!
Dannyanna	Great story, loved it!
Dave	Wonderful story
Rhhys	You have a real way for putting in words what many men desire and a few of us have been fortunate to have. one schoolgirl I had was very shy. It was cuddling, kissing and feeling her up for a while til I got to finger-fuck her and Sonia passed out so hard was her climax. But she was back in school the next day and 2 days later we met in an empty house and had our first fuck session. This story reminded me of my time with Sonia. Thanx. Keep writing.
LadyOfSin	Chris, you always keep me cumming. I read your words every time I play with myself. You've made me cum more than any man has lol.

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