Author’s notes.
My stories are based on personal experiences and are as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
Nobody in this story (that had sex) was underage.
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Chapter 10 — Jill
My classes at BYU had started, which meant that I was spending more time on-campus and less time rock climbing. I was still getting in a lot of climbs, but not most every day like I had before. Anyway, I was sitting on a bench in the square in front of the religious studies building when I saw her approaching. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but as she walked closer, there was no doubt in my mind… it was Jill.
Jill was the girl I had dated at the beginning of my Air Force enlistment, and I hadn’t seen her since then, but this was her walking toward me. Since I hadn’t told her why I had left, I wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but it would be interesting for sure.
She was about ten feet from me when she looked up and saw me. All kinds of emotions flashed across her face as she recognized me. Jill came to a stop a few feet in front of me and just stood there staring at me with her mouth open. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I’m going to school at BYU,” I replied. “I decided to get a degree in engineering when I got out of the Air Force. BYU has a good engineering college.”
“But,” she continued, “Are you a Mormon now? This is a Mormon school.”
“No, Jill,” I answered. “I haven’t joined the church. However, BYU accepted me when I applied, so maybe they saw something in me.”
“I can’t imagine what,” Jill said. “You hurt me badly. You know that, don’t you?”
“Jill, if I could go back in time and do things differently, I would,” I replied. “All I can do now is ask for your forgiveness.”
“Why did you just leave like that?” she asked.
I closed my eyes to gather my thoughts. “You know that I grew up as an Air Force Brat, so you know that I knew a lot of people in the Air Force. I had seen too many people get married during their first enlistment, and then get stuck, not able to take risks that would let them explore new things. I knew too many guys who were afraid to get out of dead-end jobs in the Air Force because they had a wife and children, and when I fell in love with you, I was afraid that would happen to me.”
“You could have told me that then,” she said. “Wait. Did you just say you were in love with me?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I was in love with you. I have lived in regret that I was so stupid ever since.”
“Well,” she said, “You were right to regret that. I was in love with you too. I know, I was only sixteen, but I was sure that I had met my forever mate when you came into my life. I can’t tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep after you disappeared.”
“Can you forgive me?” I asked. “I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I would be eternally grateful if you could.”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I know that I should, if I want to call myself a Christian, but I was hurt so bad it may take me a while to come around to forgiving you.”
“Well,” I said, “That is at least a start. I was afraid that you would just kill me when I saw you walking toward me. Thinking about forgiveness is much more than I expected. “Do you think there is any way we could get together to talk?”
She thought for a minute and then said, “I think talking would be good. When do you want to talk and where should we meet?”
I pulled out a sheet of paper, wrote my address and phone number on it, and handed it to her. “Here,” I said. “This is my contact information. Maybe we could meet there or wherever you live, or you could choose someplace else entirely.”
She ripped off the bottom half of the sheet, wrote her contact information, and said, “This is where I live. It looks like you are in an apartment or house. I am in a house too. I think it would be better if you come to my place first, since there will likely be other girls around.”
“OK,” I replied. “When would you like me to come over?”
“How about tomorrow at 6 PM?” she asked. “That will give me time to think about this. I think I am in shock right now.”
“I will be there,” I said.
I was on her doorstep at exactly 6 PM the next evening. Jill’s roommate let me in and had me sit on the couch in the living room. She asked if I would like something to drink, and I said a glass of water would be good, if it wasn’t too much trouble. She went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water and a small plate of cookies. That was when Jill came out from her bedroom in the back of the house. I stood as she approached, and she sat down next to me on the couch.
“What would you like to talk about?” I asked.
“First of all,” Jill started out, “What happened to you back in 1968? I know that you left the base, but I had no idea where you had gone and nobody else knew either.”
“OK,” I replied. “That is probably a good place to start. When I left Barksdale, I went to Eglin Air Force Base in Florida for a school. I can’t tell you exactly what the school was about because that is still classified, but suffice it to say that the study involved orienteering in the dark, mapwork, telescopic camera work, and long-range shooting. I spent the rest of my time in the Air Force going back and forth between the US and southeast Asia. I will tell you that I wasn’t in Vietnam, but I was working very close to the NVA when I was in-theatre. I was in their back yard.”
“That sounds very dangerous,” she said.
“It was,” I agreed, “But it was work that needed to be done. Everyone in my unit was a volunteer.”
“You volunteered to do that?” Jill asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Why?” she asked.
“Well,” I began, “The Air Force stuck me in supply when I got to Barksdale even though I had been promised a job in civil engineering. I didn’t want to be stuck in supply for four years. When I went to Personnel, they told me my options. Truthfully, none of them appealed to me very much, but the one I took that landed me behind enemy lines seemed like the best of all of the options. Of course, I didn’t actually know what the job would entail when I signed up. It was classified.”
“Oh,” Jill replied. “What was wrong with supply?”
“It was more the principle of the thing than where I was,” I said. “The Air Force had lied to me, and I didn’t want to just let it slide. I probably wasn’t very wise when I made that decision, but then young men aren’t usually known for their wisdom.”
“OK,” she said. “You said you were in love with me. How could you leave me?”
“I was stupid,” I replied. “But I was afraid of being trapped in the Air Force in a job that I didn’t like if I married you.”
“I would have followed you anywhere and risked everything to be with you,” she said.
“I know,” I replied. “But I didn’t want you to be tied to somebody who wasn’t happy, and I guarantee I wouldn’t have been happy.”
“You didn’t have the right to make that decision for me,” Jill said. “You hurt me really bad when you disappeared. I never really got over it. Seeing you on-campus yesterday felt like somebody had ripped open an old wound.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Would you rather that I just avoid you? I didn’t actually know that you were here at BYU. I know that you had talked about it back when we knew each other, but seeing you was as big a surprise to me as it was to you.”
“No,” she replied. Now that I know you are here, we need to figure out what, if anything, there is between us. I prayed about this last night, and I know there is still a place for you in my heart. We need to see what that place is. I have decided to forgive you and give you another chance, but if you hurt me again, there won’t be any more chances.”
“I understand,” I said. “Thank you for giving me a chance at all.”
We sat there on the couch for another three hours talking and catching up on each other’s lives. Jill had gone through a couple of boyfriends in high school, and she had dated at BYU, but nothing ever got serious for her and she hadn’t had a boyfriend in college.
She asked about my time since we had parted. I told her that I had several girlfriends since then, but like her, none of my relationships ever lasted. Of course, I didn’t give her any details of my relationships (I didn’t want to scare her off).
We ate the cookies and drank water as we talked. At one point, Jill’s roommate came into the living room to ask if Jill had any homework to do (pre-arranged cue maybe?). Jill replied that she did, and that maybe we could continue this another time. I asked her if she would like to go to dinner on Friday with me at the Brick Oven. She said, “Yes,” and I told her I would pick her up at 6 PM.
Jill saw me to the door, but before I left, she leaned in toward me. I took the hint and softly kissed her. All the way back to my place, I wondered how this was going to turn out. When I arrived home, I called the Brick Oven for reservations for Friday. My circumstances were now much different than they had been when I first met her. I wasn’t afraid of much of anything, and I knew that I could handle whatever life threw at me.
Friday evening rolled around, and I took Jill out for pizza. This was one of my favorite places around BYU to take a date. It was good food for not too much money, and they took care of me there. Dinner and conversation took a couple of hours, and when we had eaten our fill, I had the waitress wrap the remaining pieces to go. I asked Jill if she would like to see my apartment. She agreed.
When we got back to my place, we climbed the stairs and went inside. Jill was surprised that I had this apartment all to myself. We took off our coats and shoes at the door, and she asked where we should sit. I told her the only place I had was the bed. She hesitated, but then she slid up on the bed with her back against the pillows.
“Do you bring girls to your apartment often?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “Not often.” In truth, most girls came to my apartment on their own, so I didn’t need to “bring” them.
I lay down on the bed next to her as we talked. At one point, she was happy with one of my answers, and she leaned down to kiss me. Of course, not being one to let opportunities pass, I kissed her back and pulled her toward me. This turned into a real kiss instead of just a friendly kiss. Jill seemed tense as she kissed me, so I told her to relax. Kissing wasn’t a competition between the participants. She blushed, but then kissed me again more softly.
We didn’t talk much more that evening. We were too busy kissing and caressing each other. I never took too many liberties as my hands traveled around her body. Even as tame as my movements were, Jill still jumped every time my hands moved to a new location. I could see this was going to take a while before I was able to do anything really serious with her. By the end of the evening (she told me she needed to get home), we had only kissed and I had caressed her breasts through her clothes. I drove her back to her house and kissed her goodnight before she went in.
Our second date was on Saturday, and I took Jill to Rock Canyon. She enjoyed learning to boulder, and she was genuinely impressed when I climbed the Chicago route without a rope. By that time, I had climbed it enough to feel confident. After a while, climbing a route like that becomes just muscle memory. After spending a couple of hours up the canyon, we went down to my apartment where I fixed us sandwiches. We sat on my bed and talked as we ate our lunch.
I felt tired after the bouldering, and a lay back and closed my eyes. Jill lay across me with her head on my chest and her right leg draped over my legs. We fell asleep like that. I guess we were both tired. When we awoke, she was tickling my lips with her finger and looking down at me.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Nothing really.” She replied. “I was just wondering if we really have a chance this time.”
“That isn’t nothing,” I commented. “That is huge. I have been asking myself the same question. Did you come up with any answers?’
“Not really,” she said. “I am starting to hope that things work out.”
I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
Jill leaned down to kiss me again. This time, her kiss was more passionate, and she slid up over me to straddle my hips as we kissed. Her hands were entangled in my hair, and my hands were caressing her breasts again. I could feel her nipples spring to life through her sweater and thin bra.
I decided to get brave, and slid my hand under her sweater, so it was resting directly on her bra. She jumped a little when she felt this, but then settled down into kissing again. After a while, my hand made it way to Jill’s bra strap, and with a flick of my wrist, her bra was unhooked. She moaned into the kiss when my hand once again found her breast, this time without the bra covering it.
I don’t think I have ever met a girl who enjoyed kissing more than Jill. As long as we were kissing, she would allow my hands to wander wherever they wanted. She let me slide her sweatshirt up under her arms to uncover her breasts for me. Jill even let me slide her arms out of the sleeves.
I’m sure this was the furthest she had ever let a boy go with her, but when I broke the kiss to push her sweater over her head, she suddenly became aware of her situation. It still came off, but she started to question if we should be doing that. I leaned in for another kiss, and then she once again ignored the fact that she was topless against my sweatshirt.
I was massaging her breasts, and she was cooing into my mouth as we kissed. It was obvious that she enjoyed the sensations. She just didn’t want to have to think about them. She was wearing sweat pants (because we had been bouldering earlier), and it was simple to untie the string and lower her sweat pants down her legs. Luckily, we had my quilt over us from when we had dozed off, so her legs didn’t get cold.
Jill was now laying on top of me in just her panties. We were still kissing, and she was sliding around on top of me as I fondled her breasts. Her pussy was directly over my cock, but I still had sweat pants and boxers on. I still didn’t want to scare her off, so I decided that I wouldn’t attempt to remove my clothes. That still left a lot that I could do however. One hand was still fondling her breasts and the other hand went to work on her pussy. Her panties were soon soaked, and my finger easily slid in to her vulva through a leg hole to caress her clitoris and labia.
She was squirming and moaning into our kiss, and it was more and more evident that my hands were really affecting her. When she started to orgasm, she was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Into my mouth she moaned, “What are you doing to me?”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Um hmm…” she moaned.
I didn’t want to press her too far too fast, so I let her come down slowly from her climax. I was still kissing her (or should I say she was still kissing me?).
Jill finally regained her senses and said, “Wow. I have never felt anything like that.”
“I’m glad that I could bring you pleasure,” I responded.
She smiled at me and said, “Thank you for that. I can feel you hard under me. I appreciate that you didn’t try to have sex with me. You probably could have and I wouldn’t have been able to stop you.”
“I don’t ever want to hurt you again,” I replied. Jill laid her head down on my chest and closed her eyes. Her hands were sliding around on the skin between my sweatshirt and sweat pants, slowly creeping up to my chest under my sweatshirt.
“I’m sorry that you didn’t get any pleasure out of this,” she said.
“Don’t worry about me,” I replied. I got pleasure out of giving you pleasure. Being able to touch your skin was like a trip to heaven for me. She smiled and kissed me again. My hands were still caressing her breasts as she lay on me. Is there a better feeling than soft breasts in your hands?
At some point, she realized how naked she was, but instead of recoiling and covering herself, she pushed my sweatshirt up so her nipples were against my bare chest, and then she pushed my sweatshirt up and off of my head. Jill started sliding her nipples around on my chest. Of course, her pussy was also rubbing around over my cock, but that wasn’t skin-on-skin contact. In any event, it was a wonderful sensation having her moving like that.
I captured her lips again, we resumed our passionate kissing, and Jill went back into a state of semi-consciousness. Her body had once again taken control over her mind, and she was moving over me like she wanted more. I was still worried that she might get mad if we went too far, but when her hands started pushing my sweats and boxers down my legs, I didn’t fight her. Once they reached my knees, I kicked them off the rest of the way.
Pretty soon, my cock was sliding against her panties, that being the only clothing still between us. I wasn’t sure where this would end, but I was more than willing to continue as long as she wanted. Jill’s panties were soaked, and my cock was causing them to drag around over her vulva. Eventually, the tip of my cock made its way along the side of her panties and then pushed them aside.
Jill was still rubbing back and forth, causing my cock to slide along in her wet vulva. It was only a matter of time before the tip found its way into her vaginal entrance and through her hymen (yes, I felt it as my cock pierced her thin barrier). As consumed as she was by the sensory overload she was experiencing, I don’t think she even felt much pain (because she barely even paused as my cock slid into her vagina).
Once my cock was sliding into her depths, I didn’t feel the need to hold back any longer. I was thrusting completely into her and withdrawing in ever-increasing tempo and force. Jill was matching me stroke for stroke, but she still seemed to be acting in a haze, like she thought this was a dream.
It was no dream, though, and when I felt her vaginal muscles start to spasm, I lost all control and emptied load after load of my seed through her cervix and deep into her womb. I didn’t know whether she was on any birth control or where she was in her cycle, but there was no time to ask.
After we climaxed, Jill fell on me like a wet noodle, as exhausted from the experience as I was. I was kissing her face, but it took her several minutes to realize that my hard cock was still embedded deep in her pussy. Her realization was manifest when I felt her squeeze her internal muscles around my cock and then groan, “I guess we had sex after all.”
“Yes,” I replied, ‘But it wasn’t me who initiated it.”
“It’s OK,” she said. “I don’t blame you. Besides, I think I love you.” Then, she kissed me again.
I asked, “When did your last period end?”
“About a week and a half ago,” she replied. “Why?”
“Well,” I answered, “You are probably in your most fertile time.”
Her eyes got big and she gasped, “Really?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Really.”
“Will you marry me if I get pregnant?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “I will marry you if you get pregnant.”
“OK,” Jill sighed. “There is nothing to worry about then. Let’s do it again.” Then she laughed. “Pete, I have been on the pill for several years. I got very painful cramps with my periods, so my doctor put me on the pill to stop the cramps. I have been on them ever since.”
“OK,” I said. “That is one less thing to worry about. Do you really want to do it again?”
“Pete, your cock is still hard inside of me. Why would we want to waste it?” she asked. Then, she pressed down hard against my cock to emphasize her point.
I rolled Jill over onto her back, and immediately started stroking deep into her pussy. She spread her legs as far as she could, which was when I noticed that she was still wearing her panties. I quickly slid out, pulled her panties off of her legs and reinserted my cock into her vagina. Again, she spread her legs and was doing her best to rock her hips against my thrusts.
Jill ended up with her legs on my shoulders as I pressed my cock deeply into her vagina time after time. When she orgasmed, her neck and chest flushed dark pink and her whole body shook. Again, I was unable to resist the sensations, and I unloaded spurt after spurt of seed into her womb. Then, I collapsed next to her.
Jill got up and dashed into the bathroom. There was some blood from her hymen, but not all of the sperm she had anticipated because of what she had heard from other girls. She brought a damp washcloth back to the bed to wash me up, and she asked why there wasn’t a lot of my cum running out of her. I told her that the way I understood it, if the semen was pumped directly into the womb, there was very little chance that it would run back out. I said I wasn’t a doctor, but that was what I understood.
I couldn’t tell her that my experience with many girls had shown me that holding my cock firmly against a woman’s cervix during ejaculation would result in little run-off through her vagina, even though I was shooting large amounts of semen into her. Because of the length of my cock, it was usually easy to hold the tip firmly against a woman’s cervix.
Jill had church the next morning, so we showered and then I took her back to her apartment. I kissed her softly on the front step of her house. She was going back to her home in Louisiana for the summer, so we only had five or six weeks to spend together before she left. Once Jill had experienced sex, however, she was eager to continue our sexual exploration every chance she got, and the next few weeks saw us in my bed a lot.
A week before the end of term, Jill showed up at my apartment looking very serious. She said that her bishop had asked her to serve a mission for the Mormon Church, and that she would accept the call. She asked if I wanted to wait for two years for her to return. I told her I probably would, but we would have to see how things played out. I also asked if she was sure this was what she wanted. She said it didn’t matter what she wanted. It was what the church wanted and what her parents wanted. I told her that she needed to think for herself and not let others make her decisions for her. I guess my answer wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear because she started crying, told me NOT to wait for her, and ran out the door.
We had two more dates that week (even though we both had finals), but we didn’t end either date in my apartment. The spark was gone, and I could sense that something was tearing her up inside. I wouldn’t find out until much later what that was. Then, after finals were done, I drove Jill to the airport, and she was gone.
It turned out that Jill didn’t go on a mission. I really have no idea what happened there, but later the next fall, I was sitting on a bench on-campus with another girl when she walked up to me to say, “Hi.”
I immediately said, “I thought you were going on a Church mission.”
“That was just a test. I wanted to know if you would wait for me no matter what, and its obvious that you didn’t. Too bad.” Then, she turned around and walked away.
No matter how many women I know, I will NEVER understand them. A woman tells you NOT to wait, and then she expects you to wait. Whatever. A man shouldn’t be responsible for reading a woman’s mind (which I believe isn’t possible anyway). Of course, Jill’s sudden appearance destroyed any chance I had with the girl I was sitting with as well, but I doubt that Jill was worried about that.
Chapter 11 — Abby
While I was at BYU that first term, I had applied for a summer job at a private camp in southern Utah as director of their climbing program and was hired. The camp was centered around adventure, and provided rich kids a varied experience with high country backpacking and horse trips, rock climbing, white-water kayaking and water-skiing among other things. Every week, we took boys and girls out on the different adventures. Campers were between 8 and 18 years old. They had to be at least 14 to go white-water kayaking or rock climbing.
The camp was not cheap by any means, but it seemed there were plenty of people with enough money to send their children or grandchildren off to camp for the summer. There was a very low camper to staff ratio, and we usually had at least two adult staff members and often three along with no more than ten to twelve campers on a trip.
The camp had a great vibe. Trips would go out on Monday mornings and return on Friday evenings. Weekends were for shuttles to and from the airport in Salt Lake City (for incoming and outgoing campers), laundry and in-camp programs such as informal sports and crafts. While many campers stayed the whole summer, others could only afford two to six weeks, so there was always a rotation of campers.
Most of the staff had free time on weekends. For me and my climbing assistant, we would often head to a couple of big sandstone boulders behind the camp to practice climbing moves. Of course, there were always campers who wanted to go to the boulders as well, so we would take them along.
Whenever we had girls on a trip (which was most weeks), we would have an adult female counselor come along. The counselor who always went with me was named Abby (Abigail). Abby was a little stocky and very strong. There was very little fat on her body other than her breasts. Also, for never having climbed before, she had a lot of innate skill.
For the most part, we took our climbing trips to the Horn area in the Henry mountains, where there were a lot of beautiful granite arêtes (narrow vertical ridges) extending from a central backbone ridge. We had routes rated from 5.0 to 5.10 (which means from extremely easy to extremely difficult). Abby was pretty good at anything up to a 5.7 rating, which included most of the routes we took campers on.
From the first time I met Abby, she was always flirting with me. In-camp romances were discouraged by the camp owners, so things were always toned down when in camp. That didn’t mean that she never flirted in camp though. She was always finding an excuse to be alone with me. We spent a lot of time together at the practice boulders, and she would sometimes come to the sheep camp trailer (kind of like a gypsy wagon) that I was living in when in camp. She also kind of attached herself to the climbing program when we went on trips by making sure that at least two or three girls went with us every week.
At first, I avoided getting romantically involved in camp, and it was during the second trip to the Henry Mountains when I finally returned her flirting. When we were at the Horn, we would camp near the forest service cabin at Hancock Springs, high above the Horn. That way, we always had plenty of clean water available. Below the cabin was mostly sagebrush, and above the cabin was a spruce forest. My assistant would sleep down in the sagebrush area below the springs with the campers (we set up a cooking/dining rain fly there, so everybody could gather out of the weather, and we had other rain flies set up for people to sleep under. Overall, it was pretty low-impact camping. At the end of a trip, nobody would be able to tell that we had ever been there.
I chose to sleep up under the spruce trees, above the springs and apart from the campers. The first week, Abby put her sleeping bag down with the campers, but the second week, she decided to sleep in the spruce forest next to my sleeping bag. There was plenty of room under my rain fly, so that was no problem. I quickly realized that she wanted some alone time with me. The campers and my assistant never came up to my sleeping area, so it was private too.
We were laying on our sleeping bags talking when Abby asked, “Am I pretty?”
“Of course,” I replied. “Why would you even ask such a thing?”
“Well,” she said, “You have never kissed me, so I thought maybe you didn’t like the way I looked.”
“Ummm…” I muttered. “No. The reason is that I didn’t want to get into trouble with the camp owner. You know he has a rule against in-camp romances.”
Abby laughed. “This is your first year at this camp, but I went to this camp for six years before I got hired as a counselor this year. Don has that rule to protect the campers from the adult staff, but I have seen lots of romances between staff members when I was a camper.”
“Oh,” I replied. “So, do you want to have a romance with me?”
“Duh…” she moaned. “Haven’t I been obvious enough?”
“Yes,” I said. “I suppose you have been flirting a lot, but why? I’m older than you.”
“I don’t see that as a negative,” she stated. “You are probably have a lot more experience than me, and I want to have some experience before this fall, when I start college.”
“I see,” I replied. “So, you want me to be your teacher?”
“Something like that, I guess. I just don’t think a girl should go to university as a virgin,” Abby answered.
“OK,” I said. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I got on the pill during my senior year, but I never had a chance to actually use the protection.”
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “That is amazing. I would have thought you would have had lots of boys trying to get into your panties.”
Again, she laughed and then replied, “My dad is the county sheriff and my parents were strict while I was growing up, so there weren’t any boys brave enough to risk it. I hardly had any dates in high school.”
“Is there anything I should worry about?” I asked.
Abby laughed again. “No. I’m an adult now, so my parents have backed off.”
“OK,” I said. “Come over here and kiss me, and we can figure out the rest as we go.”
She quickly dragged her pad and sleeping bag even closer to mine and leaned into me for a kiss, which I obliged. Even though she had given me the green light, I still let her take the initiative. I didn’t want her to suddenly panic, thinking we were going too fast. I needn’t have worried, though. The kiss quickly turned passionate, and even if Abby didn’t have a lot of experience, she at least knew the basics of kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth, and I was sucking it and tongue-dancing with it as well.
I pulled her up onto my body, and she let her legs straddle my hips as we kissed. Abby was soon sliding back and forth over my cock, so I decided it was time to let this progress. I pulled her t-shirt up over her head and off. Then, with her help, I unhooked and removed her bra. She pulled me up and pulled my t-shirt off over my head as well. Then, she lay back down, so her nipples were drilling into my chest.
We continued to kiss as my hands massaged and fondled her breasts. She paused and whispered, “This is a first for me. I love it.”
I replied, “It only gets better from here.” Abby moaned into my kiss as our lips found one another again.
It was apparent that this was going to move quickly as she heated up. She had already unbuttoned her shorts, and she was lowering them and her panties down her legs. When I realized what she was doing, I undid my shorts as well and sent them and my boxers on their way down my legs. It was only minutes before we were both naked, rubbing against each other’s bare body.
I didn’t want to move too quickly, though, so I rolled us over so I was on top. She obviously thought that I would immediately penetrate her and spread her legs widely, so she was surprised when I slid down her body to take each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, trading back and forth between them. Even though Abby was surprised, she was delighted with the turn of events, and she held her breasts in her hands to press them to my lips. Abby had nice breasts (maybe a D-cup).
When she sounded like she was getting close to an orgasm, I shifted again, this time moving my mouth down to her pussy. “What?” was all Abby got out before I licked her from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris. Then, “Oh my God.”
I smiled as I started licking and sucking her labia and clitoris while my fingers went to work at her vaginal entrance. I found her hymen, but it seemed a little stretched out, and I was easily able to slide one finger all the way into her vagina. Abby reacted with a loud moan. I had to pause and tell her, “We need to keep the noise down. Even though we are camped away from the others, they might still be able to hear us if they go up to the springs.”
OK,” she replied, and I went back to work on her pussy. I’m pretty sure she was stuffing things into her mouth to keep from squealing a few times as I ate her. Once she orgasmed the first time, I backed off a little before resuming my ministrations again, and she orgasmed several more times as I continued.
When Abby finally put her hand over her pussy, saying, “Too sensitive,” I kissed her hand and then slid up over her to kiss her on the mouth again. Once again, she was surprised and asked, “Is that my juices I am tasting?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Your pussy tastes very sweet.”
“Wow,” she replied and she smiled.
As I kissed her again, I slid my cock along through her vulva until it was finally seated into her vaginal entrance. I pressed my cock into her, and she gasped at the sensation but didn’t grimace. “I thought this would hurt more,” she said.
“Have you ever put anything into your vagina?” I asked.
“I use tampons,” she replied.
“Well,’ I said, “It looks like they stretched you enough to help make your first time less painful.”
“Oh,” she replied, as I started stroking in and out of her depths. At first, only about half of my cock was buried in Abby’s vagina, but every stroke took me deeper until I was pressed firmly against her cervix with every thrust. Her hips were motionless at first, so I told her to rock them against me as I thrust into her.
When Abby realized what I was saying, her hips starting to roll and thrust back against every stroke I made. Pretty soon, our pubic mounds were slapping against each other and her pussy was producing a lot of lubrication, creating the loud, squishy sounds of sex. Again, she had to stuff the corner of a sleeping bag into her mouth to keep the noise level down.
I’m not sure how long we went, but it was a while, and we were both feeling tired when Abby finally locked up, her body going into orgasmic convulsions. I couldn’t resist any longer, and my balls pumped my seed deep into her womb as I pressed my cock firmly against her cervix. Then, I collapsed to the side and closed my eyes.
“Was that the experience you wanted?” I asked.
“Oh my God,” she replied. “That was so much better than anything I ever imagined. I want to do this all summer long with you.”
I smiled, closed my eyes again, and softly said, “I’m sure that can be arranged.” I woke a while later to Abby sliding her pussy down over my cock againr. It felt great, but I knew that we couldn’t fuck multiple times every night and still run a rock-climbing program every day. I told her, “This is the last time tonight. We have to save some energy for climbing.” She smiled down at me and continued thrusting her pussy down onto my cock.
After fucking in that position for a while, I once again rolled her onto her back and really started driving into her pussy. The sounds of wet sex were loud, but not so loud as to draw any attention. Abby reached orgasm before me, but I continued driving into her until I was able to pump all of my seed into her womb.
I once again collapsed, but this time I let my cock stay deep in her pussy. I told her that from then on, we would limit ourselves to two climaxes a night. Otherwise, we would wear ourselves out. She respected that, and we only made love once or twice a night from then on.
We had ten weeks of adventure trips that summer, and Abby and I were together on nine of them. Abby also started spending every evening in my sheep camp when we were in camp, but she had to go back to her own bed (in the girl’s cabin) to sleep each night. Nobody ever said anything to either of us about our relationship, so I guess she was right about the rules.
By the end of the summer, Abby had a lot of sexual experience, so I’m sure that she had a great time in college. After the last week, I took Abby to the airport in Salt Lake City for her flight back to California (where she lived), and we kissed one last time on the sidewalk before she entered the terminal. Neither of us went back to the camp the next summer, so I never saw her again. I have often wondered how her life turned out.
Then, I headed out for my apartment in Provo and BYU. springs,