I’ve read Dave’s version of how we got together and he did a good job, but you know Dave always leaves out certain details. So, I’m Crystal, and I’m gonna try to fill in some missing details with my version.
I always loved the outdoors and when I was a teenager, my family lived in a very remote area in the US. Our house was on about 50 acres of land, at the base of a mountain, and beyond that mountain, was a mix of state, Federal, and private land, spanning off into the distance. When I was younger, we lived farther North, in an even more remote area. My dad was an outdoor and hunting guide, so I grew up in the outdoors; hunting, hiking, fishing, anything outdoors. We moved for my senior year of high school so that we could be closer to the airport for my dad’s business. I did not really have any friends yet, but I liked the area and I had fun exploring the woods near my new house.
Since this area was new to me, I was slowly exploring the woods that were just outside my back door. One Saturday morning, I was having some hot tea and staring at this enormous topographical map of the area, that my father had put up on the wall in our great room. My dad came over to me, “What are you thinking Crystal?”
“Oh, Dad, I’m kind of thinking about taking a hike today. See that peak right there on the map? I want to get up there and see what the summit looks like.”
“Okay, I’m kind of busy today and so is your mom.”
“I want to go alone anyway. I like being out in the woods alone.”
“Okay, but you be sure to arm yourself, Crystal. There are plenty of bears and mountain lions in this area.”
“Yes, daddy…”
“What route are you taking?”
“See right here, dad? It looks like it’s not as steep on this side of the mountain. And it looks like there are some streams, that will help me navigate and if I need to filter more water.”
“Okay, well be safe, honey,” and he kissed my cheek.
I packed up and headed off into the woods. It was really beautiful and a nice sunny day. As I approached the base of the mountain, the forest got very thick with underbrush. It was September, so it was late summer and everything was still growing like crazy. It was a gentle incline, but this thick forest was really a pain in the ass.
I finally broke through the thick undergrowth and was in a more open, forested area, when I saw a small camp. There was a primitive-looking cabin. I cautiously approached the cabin. I did not smell a campfire, so I suspected no one was around and I just was curious to look at it. I stood next to the cabin and then took a step away and just then I turned and saw the most astonishing thing…there was a man/boy? totally naked, laying on the ground…and he was jerking off! I had never seen a man jerk off, but that was most definitely what he was doing.
But that was not the craziest part. The crazy part was that I recognized this boy. He was in my homeroom in high school and he was also 18. His name was Dave and I met him on the first day of school in my homeroom class. I thought he was very handsome and he seemed a little shy but nice. He was pretty tall, with a mop of dark hair and nice dark, brown eyes. I always suspected he was muscular under the t-shirt he wore to school. Well, seeing him naked confirmed it. He looked like he did a lot of hard work outdoors, although right now, he was mostly working his dick…giggle.
I froze briefly, stunned by the sight, but then he made eye contact with me and I panicked and ran off into the woods. He leapt up off his towel like he was going to chase me, but I hid. He was standing there with a boner! I could not believe what I had just seen, as I quietly slipped off, deciding that I should just head home.
I grinned to myself and laughed out loud a little, with the image of that naked boy there in the forest, playing with himself. But, as funny as it was, I was also an extremely horny virgin, and that was hot. I went home and took a shower. I couldn’t help but touch myself a little and aim the water at my clit a bit, as I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing Dave standing there with a boner. His dick was standing straight up! After I showered, I went to my dresser to pick out some clean clothes and then I just had to lay down on my bed naked and touch myself. I played with clit and touched my own small boobs, until I orgasmed, squeezing my hand between my legs.
The rest of the weekend, I could not stop thinking about Dave. On the one hand, what a weirdo, masturbating out in the forest…naked. On the other hand, I masturbated too, just in my own room. I liked Dave. I liked him before that day in the forest.
When Dave tells it, it sounds like we never flirted before that day I caught him. I flirted with him, he was just clueless.
I noticed how cute he was on the first day of school. I thought he looked more like a man and the other boys looked like little boys in comparison. I noticed right away that he would look at me a lot. He had these nice, big brown eyes that I couldn’t resist. We would be sitting in class and I could just feel him looking at me. Sometimes, I would look right back at him, trying to flirt, but he would quickly look away. I gave him my best flirty smile to indicate that I did not mind him looking at me. I would put a pencil up to my mouth, drawing his attention to my lips. I actually moved my seat to move next to him in a couple of classes.
One day, he was reading a book, when I came into the classroom. He looked at me when I walked in, then quickly looked down, when I smiled at him. I walked up and put my hand on his muscular forearm, “Do you know if anyone is sitting here?” pointing at the chair next to him.
He looked up, red-faced, “Um…uh…I don’t think so…I mean…you could sit there… there are no assigned seats…in fact, would you rather have this chair, so you can see better?”
I had to smile at his nervous stammering, “If you don’t mind moving, I could see better from that chair.”
He got up very quickly and grabbed his stuff to move to the other seat. I sat in his seat and it was nice that he’d already warmed it up. I reached over to touch his shoulder to get his attention and as an excuse to touch him, “Thanks for giving me this seat, Dave.”
He gave me a bashful look, “No problem, Crystal.” He paused a minute, looking down at his desk, and said, “Hey Crystal?”
I was looking right at him, smiling, and said, “Yes Dave?”
The teacher told everyone to stop talking and Dave said, “Nevermind.” After we got together, he told me that he was going to ask me out if he had not been interrupted. He lost his nerve when the teacher interrupted him.
I started noticing that he somehow was coincidentally right there every morning to open the door for me when I got to school. He somehow timed it, so that when I got off my bus and was walking into school, he would get to the door just in time to open it for me. He would hold it open and say, “Mornin Crystal,” or “Hey, Crystal,” and then look down bashfully. I always gave him a big smile and said, “Good morning, Dave.” I started touching his shoulder as I walked past and saying, “Good morning, Dave,” whenever he held the door.
So, I stalked him too. One day, early in the year, I got lost in the hallways and went the wrong way to class. I realized that if I went that way, Dave and I would cross paths. Even after I knew that was the long way to my next class, I would walk that way, so that he and I would pass each other in the hall. I always smiled at him, sometimes gave him a cute wave, etc. He would smile back at me.
I sat with some girls at the same lunch table. I didn’t really know them, but they let me sit there. One day, they were going through all the cutest boys in the class, talking about who was dating who and who they liked. My ears perked up when this popular hot girl, Cindy, looked over in Dave’s direction, “Dave is still single.”
Another girl said, “Wasn’t he dating Lisa?”
I felt myself turning a little red, feeling my face get hot and having them talk about Dave like this.
Cindy said, “Yeah, they did date a little last year, but they’re not together now.”
I involuntarily grinned slightly.
Cindy continued, “He was cute last year too, but I feel like he disappeared into the woods all summer and emerged as a grown man.” She was looking lusty in Dave’s direction.
Another girl chimed in, “His butt looks good in those jeans,” and she giggled.
I was looking down at my food grinning.
Cindy looked at me, “Crystal, who do you like so far?”
My face felt hot again, “Um…uh…all the guys you mentioned…I mean, Dave is cute and he seems nice…”
“Oh, it seems like the new girl has a crush.”
I was probably bright red and giggled, “I was just agreeing with you guys.”
“Well, get in line, Crystal…” she pointed in Dave’s direction. I looked over and some attractive junior girl was very obviously flirting with Dave. He was sitting at a table and she was standing there, talking to him and it looked flirty all the way across the room. I saw Dave look over at me. I could tell he was looking at me. I got up to throw away my trash from lunch and I saw Dave quickly get up and excuse himself. You see, we had a thing where I would get to my locker after lunch and his locker was near mine, so he would follow me there or get there around the same time. We didn’t usually talk but smiled at each other a little. Maybe just say, “Hey…” to each other. I gave him a bigger smile than usual this time and he smiled back. Maybe if I just flirted with Dave for the rest of the year he would finally ask me out.
What was I going to do with Dave? I felt bad that he was probably dying of embarrassment. I was thinking how I would feel if a boy walked in on me masturbating. Pretty embarrassed, although it might also be kind of thrilling. I went to homeroom on Monday and saw him walk in the door. He was wearing a t-shirt that showed off his chest muscles and his arms were kind of knotted with muscle. Now, I knew what was in those jeans. The poor boy looked almost stricken when he saw me. Now I bet he would never talk to me. I tried to give him a few sympathetic looks to let him know that I did not think he was a weirdo.
I went to study hall late in the day and Dave was sitting at a table all alone, doing homework. It was in the cafeteria and people just spread out to different tables. Dave was actually popular, but aloof…like he didn’t care if anyone liked him. He seemed to be a good student and I decided I would go over and try to break the ice.
“Can I sit here, Dave?” He just nervously gestured for me to sit down across from him.
“Dave, hey what page was that section we were supposed to read for history?”
“Um…it was page 139 in the textbook…you just have to read one chapter.” He did not even look up at me. I’m sure he was dying of embarrassment. I opened the book and started reading.
Out of the silence, Dave said, “You were there in the forest on Saturday, I saw you,” and he did not even look up at me. I could see that his ears were turning bright red.
I said, “Yes, I saw you,” and I couldn’t believe we were going to talk about it.
“What did you see or what did you think you saw,” and he looked up at me. His face was bright red and he looked like he was sweaty from nerves.
I hesitated and then thought I would try to ease the tension a little by being funny. I said, “I saw stuff,” and I cocked my head, made my eyes ridiculously wide open, and pursed my lips to indicate that I saw something shocking.
He sighed and said, “Oh my god,” under his breath and I couldn’t help but snicker. I mean, it was funny.
Then, he said, “Where do you live?”
I don’t know what go into me, but I very matter-of-factly said, “Stroking Dick Lane,” and I said it just like it was a real road. His face turned even redder and I was dying laughing.
He was so cute, he stammered, “I was not…that was not what I was doing.” And I was just laughing at him.
I felt bad and said, “I’m sorry, I could not help it. I live on Valley Road.”
Then Dave said, “How do you get to school?”
“Ugh, the bus…it takes forever.”
“I live pretty close to you, do you want a ride home with me?”
Oh, this was interesting. This boy worked up the courage to ask to drive me home, after that ribbing I gave him. I liked that. I slowly grinned and said, “Will you keep your pants on?” I have to be honest though, I wanted to see him with his pants off again.
He nervously said, “Shhhh,” looking around the room. Then he said, “I wasn’t…it’s not what you think…I was just…”
He was so cute all embarrassed and making excuses, I giggled and said, “I would love a ride home, thank you.”
I met him at his truck after school and I felt like some of the girls were surprised and looked jealous that I was getting in his truck. He had a pretty cool truck and it was about a 30-minute drive home to my house out in the middle of nowhere.
Dave cleared his throat nervously and said, “So, how did you end up at my little camp on Saturday?”
“I love the outdoors. My family used to live about 5 hours North of here, in an even more remote area, before I transferred, and I’ve spent my whole life, hiking, hunting, and fishing.”
“So you were just out there alone?”
I was a little offended by that. It felt sexist to me and I said, “What’s that supposed to mean? You were out there alone.”
“Sorry, I’ve never met a cool girl like you and you dress like a girly girl at school.” He just called me cool. That made me blush a little.
“What does a girly girl mean?”
He nervously said, “You’re stylish, um…you’re hot. Most of the hot girls at school wouldn’t go out in the woods alone like that.” I felt myself blushing. He just called me cool and hot.
“I have a topographical map of the area and I saw a peak and I wanted to hike to the top to see if there was a view.”
“Yes, there is a very nice summit up there with big boulders. You went the hard way.”
“Yep. It looked easy on the map. It wasn’t steep, but damn that forest is thick. And it got really hard (I emphasized hard to make fun of him) near your camp,” and I giggled. He looked really embarrassed, so I said, “Sorry.”
“Look, on Saturday, when you saw me, I was just laying there, and I had an itch. I was not…it was not what it might have looked like.”
I giggled hysterically because he was making this dumb excuse when I knew what I saw and it was not an itch. I was embarrassed that we were now alone in his truck, talking about him masturbating. I turned red as I said, “It’s okay. Everyone does it.” and I had to look out the window because it was so embarrassing.
“Does what? I was just…scratching.” Oh my god, he was still trying out that excuse. It was time to end his misery.
I said, “Masturbate…everyone masturbates.” I couldn’t believe I said it. First of all, saying the word masturbate to this boy and then implying that I masturbate. What did I do? I mean, I did masturbate, but I couldn’t believe I had pretty much just told this boy that.
We were kind of quiet until we pulled up to my house. He said, “Can I pick you up and drive you to school in the morning?” I was thrilled that he asked.
“Thank you, that would be nice.” I got out of his truck and waved as he drove away. He seemed like a good one. Able to take my jokes and still had the nerve to see if he could drive me to school the next day. I liked Dave.
I pretty much decided to date him, so I gave him an easy hint that I liked him. As we drove to school the next morning, I said, “So, can you take me up to that peak this weekend? Show me the good way to get up there? I guess I need to bone (I emphasized bone to be silly) up on my navigational skills.” I snickered at my use of the word bone because I was still enjoying making fun of him.
“I’m just going to ignore that joke. I’d love to. It’s a really nice view and I don’t get tired of it. It’s fantastic at sunset, but we would have to hike down in the dark. Is that okay?”
Wow, a hike up to the summit for sunset. Does Dave know how romantic that sounds? Is he aware this is a date? So, I said, “That sounds like a date.” See, I was really making it easy for him.
He stammered and said, “Well, I mean…it’s no big deal…if you do not want…” Alright, this boy needs help. I pretty much just asked him on a date and I feel like I indicated it was a date. He was still not sure I wanted a date.
Alright, I guess I had to be more direct, “I want it to be a date.” I laughed and smiled at him in a very flirty way.
“Awesome. It’s a date.” Okay, that was like pulling teeth a little, but he was cute.
Dave came to pick me up at my house and to meet my parents. Since my dad is a professional outdoor guide, I knew he was going to want to grill Dave about where we were going, etc. My dad stood up to shake his hand and I couldn’t help it, I said, “Watch out Dad, I bet he has a firm grip.” I knew my dad would not get the joke and I was not done making fun of Dave. He gave me a look but took it in stride and I actually think it helped him relax a little around my parents.
“Yes, sir, nice to meet you.” He said, “Evening ma’am,” to my mom. He was a very respectful boy.
My dad said, “You can call me James and Crystal’s mom is Kara. So, you guys are hiking up to the peak for sunset and then back down in the dark?”
Dave said, “Yes sir, James. I’ve lived here most of my life and I know it like the back of my hand. It will be safe.”
I couldn’t help but say, “And he knows his hand real well,” and I cracked myself up. My parents looked irritated that I interrupted, so I said, “It’s nothing. I did not mean to interrupt.” Dave gave me an annoyed look.
My dad said, “Show me exactly on this map, how you are getting up there, so I know where to find you if you guys get into trouble.” Dave showed my dad the route on the map and said, “There is a rock scramble here, but it is not bad.” Then my dad told him to go get his pack to show him that he knew what to pack. I knew my dad was going to grill this kid.
Dave got his pack and my dad was satisfied with the contents that my Dave knew what he was doing in the outdoors. My dad said, “Looks good, but this is bear and cougar country. Are you carrying a firearm?”
Dave said, “No, I thought that might be disconcerting for a first date.” Oh, Dave did not know my dad.
“I find it disconcerting you were going to take my daughter on a hike at dusk in this region without one. She can bring one of mine and protect you.” Dave lost some points with my dad there.
I thought I would lighten things up by saying, “Yes, I was sure you’d be packing something…” I was referring to his dick. Dave actually cracked a tiny smile.
My parents asked when he would bring me home and I was surprised when he said 2 AM at the latest, although it made sense, since it was not a short hike. My parents were surprisingly cool with that. I think they were glad I had made a friend at my new school.
We had great weather for the hike up and we chatted. He chastised me for all of those jokes in front of my parents.
“Crystal, I cannot believe all of those jokes you were making right in front of your parents.”
“I couldn’t help it. Also, it seemed to loosen you up a bit.”
He looked right at me and said, “I like your jokes. You’re pretty funny.” I blushed and smiled at him. Now, he had called me cool, hot, and funny. Not that I was keeping track. We had a nice conversation on the way up.
When we got to the top, it was an amazing view at sunset. We sat right next to each other on this big boulder, watching the sunset. Dave said, “I have some nice sausage in here…”
I interrupted him by laughing and covering my eyes and I said, “Put it away…” I couldn’t help myself. I liked making fun of him and I mean, he said he liked my jokes.
Dave said, “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Probably not, if I am being honest.” The boy was naked masturbating in the woods. I was not going to forget that any time soon.
Then he was so sweet, he pulled out some fancy sausage, cheese, crackers, and even some sparkling water. He spread it out carefully like a little picnic for us. I said, “This is classy as fuck. Seriously, I think it’s sweet you thought of this.” I might have had to spoon-feed him this date, but he did alright once we were on the date.
“Well, you said it was a date, Crystal…” He was looking directly at me with his big brown eyes. I was feeling butterflies a little. Here we were at sunset. He was a sweet boy.
I said, “It’s the best date I’ve ever been on,” and I smiled at him, as he looked at me. We were looking at each other nervously and we just moved in to kiss each other. I’m not even sure if he tried to kiss me or vice versa, we just both moved in and started kissing. It was a great kiss. I had kissed a couple of boys before, but man this one was different.
After we kissed, we sat enjoying that sunset. At first, I was leaning up against him and he put his arm around my shoulders, but then I moved in front of him and used him like a chair. I sat between his legs and leaned into his chest, as we looked at the sunset. I don’t think it would be possible for me to feel more comfortable than that. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and I put my hands on his. He kissed my cheek a few times and I turned my head to kiss him on the cheek. We eventually got up and got ready to hike down, although I probably would have just sat like that forever.
As we walked down to his truck in the dark, he wandered off into the woods to take a pee break. It’s really unfair how easy that is for boys. I had to pee a little too, but I was waiting for home. I shouted after him, “If you shake it more than twice…” Not going to let him live it down, nope. Too fun ribbing him.
He said, “Very funny, very funny.”
When we got to his truck, I really did not want the date to end, so I said, “I had a great time, can you show me some more of the area tomorrow?”
He said, “Sure.” A man of many words. He did move in to give me another kiss though.
He got me home by 11 pm, much to my parents’ relief. He walked me up to the door and I invited him in briefly. My parents were still up because they were a little worried. When we came in, they were pleasantly surprised we were back and so they said I could go hiking with Dave again the next day. My mom invited him to have dinner with us the next night and he said yes.
I walked him back out to his truck and I had my arms crossed, rubbing my bare arms to get warm in the chilly night air. Dave took off this flannel shirt he was wearing and gave it to me, “You look cold, Crystal.”
I think I had a big grin as I slipped on his big flannel shirt and said, “Thanks, I was cold. I hope it’s not awkward that my mom invited you over after only one date. They want to meet you.”
He grinned sheepishly, “It’s fine.” He moved in and hugged me and said, “I’m hoping to get some more dates,” and he kissed me on the lips.
“You keep kissing me like that and you will definitely get more dates.” I turned a little red and giggled, then kissed him some more. I was wearing his flannel shirt, as I waved goodbye to him in the headlights of his truck, glad that he didn’t ask for it back. I went to bed that night and snuggled up to Dave’s flannel shirt, wishing he was inside it.
He picked me up at my house the next morning. He got out of his truck to come knock on the door, but I was watching for him, so I just yelled, “goodbye,” to my parents and ran out to greet him. I jogged up to him and gave him a hug and a kiss in our front yard.
We got in his truck and he said, “What do you want to see?”
“I don’t know anything you think is cool. Hey, show me your camp and that area. I had to get out of there quickly last time,” and I gave him an impish grin.
He was embarrassed about me mentioning the time that I first went to his camp. It was late September and it was so hot out. It was like summer had come back for just one day. We got really sweaty fighting our way through the undergrowth to his little camp, but that boy kissed me every time we stopped for a break. I loved it. It was like he finally had relaxed. We would stop to have some water and we would just be looking at each other after taking a sip and it was like he couldn’t help but kiss me. I was pretty giddy, just walking along with a big smile on my face.
We had to climb up this small rock scramble and I went first. There was a good foothold that I couldn’t quite reach and my butt was about face level for Dave as he spotted me bouldering. “Can you give me a little boost, Dave?”
He seemed nervous to touch me and said, “Um…is it okay if I…can I put my hand on your butt?”
I giggled and said, “Yes.” He put his hand under my butt and lifted me up pretty easily to the next foothold.
I made it up the small rock climb and he followed me up. When we were at the top, we stopped for a quick drink of water and we were sort of smiling at each other. I guess I was feeling very flirty and said to him in a quiet nervous almost whisper, “You don’t have to ask to touch my butt.” I was sort of looking up at him and took a drink of water. I looked down and giggled a little.
He moved closer to me saying, “Is that just like if you need a boost or if I just feel like it?”
I was red-faced and looking at him with a little grin, shrugged, “Just if you feel like it. I don’t mind you touching it.” I giggled a little and smiled at him.
He hugged me and we kissed some and I felt his hands on my ass, “You might regret saying that, Crystal.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m just going to want to touch it all the time.”
We kissed some more and I said, “That’s fine.” He had a hand on each cheek over the top of my hiking pants, gently feeling my ass.
Eventually, we started hiking again. We were holding hands and smiling at each other nervously. He let go of my hand and squeezed my butt, “So I could just like to grab your butt like that?”
I laughed a little when he squeezed it and said, “Yep.”
We got to his camp and I was feeling butterflies just being there. It was like there was an electric sexual tension between us. I saw his cabin and said, “This is cozy, do you sleep out here a lot?”
He said, “Yes, sometimes I spend the whole weekend out here. My parents figure it is better than going out partying or something, so they do not mind.” I noticed he was next to me and his hand was roaming around my ass a little, as we stood there. I smiled at him, as he caressed my butt.
I nervously said, “So…I guess you really never see anyone out here, because when I saw you…” I had that image of him naked on the ground jerking off right there in the open.
He said, “I have never seen a single soul within a wide radius of this camp until you came along. I have not even found any trash or signs of human life out here. If you go West a little, there is a small unmarked trail, where I have very rarely seen people, but it is a bitch to get here from there. And, if you go even farther West, there is a rough logging road. I have very rarely seen guys on dirt bikes out there. This spot is surprisingly isolated, so I have felt comfortable here to…do private things.”
I giggled nervously at that. The sexual tension was killing me. All of that kissing. Here we were…alone…at the scene of the crime. I don’t know what got into me, but I said, “Well, I am really hot and sweaty and that little pool looks inviting. I want to get in,” and I sat down to untie my boots. Dave copied me.
I said, “That is refreshing,” and then I stripped off my shirt down to my little grey sports bra. He took off his shirt…I liked that. Then, I turned beet red, as I took off my hiking pants. I was getting down to my underwear, alone…with a boy…on our second date ever. He took off his pants too, and I saw that he had a boner under those boxer briefs.
I waded into the water and he followed me. The water felt great after that hot hike. It was about waist deep, but I squatted down in it to get my whole body wet and even dunked my head. Dave and I kept looking at each other. We looked each other in the eyes and smiled. We were checking out each other’s bodies. I got cold in the spring-fed stream and got out of the water. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass, as I exited the stream. I moved over to a little patch of direct sun to warm up and dry off.
He walked over to me and I was staring at his erection. The outline of his hard dick was so visible with his wet boxer briefs clinging to him. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to touch it. We stood there and hugged and kissed. I could feel his very hard dick pressing into me. I could feel his muscles on his wet body, as we hugged. We laid down on a towel in the sun and kept kissing. I wanted to just kiss this boy forever. We started to get warmer and dryer in the hot afternoon sun.
As we lay next to each other, I smiled at him and I couldn’t believe I said, “Can you show me what you were doing?” I was looking down at his boner and biting my lip. We looked at each other and I felt like I was going to throw up from the butterflies in my stomach.
Then Dave pulled down his boxers! There was his naked, hard dick. It was twitching up and down, he was so hard and horny. I didn’t even know dicks twitched around like that, so I giggled a little nervously. I couldn’t believe I was looking at his dick right there.
He said, “don’t laugh.”
I said, “I’m not making fun. I’ve just never seen one. Well, except yours, the other day. I like it. So, what were you doing? Show me.” I was just staring at his dick and he started stroking it slowly. Oh my god, I wanted to touch that dick. I wanted to know what it felt like. Then, he took off his boxer briefs! He was totally naked, right next to me, stroking his dick.
He said to me, “What do you do?”
I didn’t get what he was talking about, I was busy looking at his dick. I replied, “What?”
“You said everyone masturbates. How do you?”
Well, I was horny and frankly, I needed to touch myself anyway, so I put my hand in my panties and started fiddling with myself while staring at his dick.
But then he said, “I can’t really see what you are doing.” I hesitated. I mean, it was fair what he was saying, but I had not thought about showing a guy my pussy on our second date. I involuntarily said, “Yikes,” and then I actually pulled off my underwear. I was shocked at myself, as I pulled my panties all of the way off over my ankles. I started touching myself again. I put my finger up inside myself to get it wet and I rubbed my clit. He was staring at my crotch and it turned me on to show myself to him, but I was so red and embarrassed.
He looked like he was going to pass out and then he said, “Holy shit.” I giggled.
Then I surprised myself when I said, “Can I touch it or will your hand get jealous?” I had wanted to touch it honestly, since the first time I saw it.
He said, “Yes,” and I reached over and stroked it. Just like he had done. I said, “Like that?” and he said, “Mmmm…hmmm, that feels really good.”
I could tell by the way he was making little noises and squirming around that he liked the way I was stroking his dick. I loved how it felt all hard and soft in my hand. I wanted him to touch me, but he was probably too shy to just do it, so I said, “You can touch me.”
He fingered me and I loved feeling his fingers touch my pussy for the first time. He was gentle and it was like he was exploring, like he was not sure of the anatomy. But, he copied what I had done and he started moving his finger on my clit, like I do when I masturbate. He asked me if it felt okay. I was already breathing heavily and I whimpered out, “Yes, just like that,” as he rubbed my clit, copying what I had been doing.
We were touching each other for a while. I was getting pretty worked up. My clit was all swollen and sensitive and he was touching it. I was soaking wet and whimpering. He made me orgasm. Then, I could tell he was going to cum. His dick was twitching in my hand. I could feel it building up. I jerked him faster and all of a sudden, he shot thick, white cum all over his stomach. I made sure I jerked all of it out. I said, “Oh my god,” and I kissed him, while still stroking his dick.
A little bit of his cum was on my hand. He turned and grabbed his t-shirt to wipe the load of cum off of his stomach. When he was not looking, I licked the tiny bit of cum off my hand. I was curious and I was pleasantly surprised. It was salty and not bad, not bad at all. It felt dirty to taste it and I liked that. We laid there and kissed some more, with him totally naked and me just wearing my bra. I saw that he got hard again. He really never went all of the way soft. I wanted to play with it more. I was so horny, I thought about just letting him fuck me for the first time right then and there.
But, we needed to get back to my parents’ house for dinner and that seemed too crazy for two virgins on a second date. We decided to get dressed and head home. We were looking at each other’s bodies as we got dressed. He had a cute butt and I loved that dick. It was standing straight up as he stood up to put on his underwear. I loved seeing it hard like that. Knowing I made it hard and knowing I made him cum.
He walked back with no shirt on and at one point, we stopped for a water break. I could not help but hug him tight and kiss him. He said, “Crystal, I’m really sweaty. You might not want to.” But, I liked the look of his sweaty muscular upper body and arms.
I told him, “I’m sweaty too and I like these muscles,” and I was just feeling his chest and arms. I even liked the way he smelled all sweaty.
When we got to his truck, he said, “I’ve never done anything like that before,” as if I did not know he was a virgin.
“Neither have I. That was fun. I get why you want to play with it all of the time.” I gave him a seductive smile and kissed him hard.
He kind of whined, “It’s not all the time. You just saw that one time,” and I shut him up with more kissing.
