In the Recovery Room.

In the Recovery Room.

IN THE RECOVERY ROOM. NURSE HAD UNIQUE METHOD TO HELP WITH HIS RECOVERY. Based on a post by yellowjacket 66 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/yellowjacket66/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/InTheRecoveryRoom.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/fall-2025/InTheRecoveryRoom.jpg] THE EMERGENCY ROOM. I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room at the hospital after knee surgery. I'd messed up my ACL after a fall in the shower. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I hoped it would ease the pain I'd been having and restore the strength in my knee. I'd been less than cooperative in the pre-op exam, when the surgeon asked me a series of questions about how the ligament tear had happened. The full truth is; my wife slipped while I was pumping it into her ass from behind. I tried to catch her when her other leg slipped. In just a fraction of a second, I was on my ass, screaming in pain and her ass had landed on my left knee. A hot searing pain consumed me. Emergency Room. Gloria and I were in the E R exam room when the orthopedic surgeon pulled back the curtain and introduced himself. "Hello, Glen; I'm Doctor Henderson. I've looked at your MRI and I have both good and bad news." The surgeon looked at my wife, with her wet hair still a mess. She'd managed to slip on a hoodie and sweatpants before the paramedics arrived at our house. "Uh, Gloria? Is it?" "Yes;" my wife confirmed. "the good news is, no broken bones. The bad news is a torn knee ligament, which takes longer to heal than does a fibula. I've only seen these kinds of tares when football players get tackled by linemen, and land in an unfortunate position. What was Glen doing when he injured himself?" "Uh, helping me; Helping me get out of the shower." "Ah, that solves the mystery." Doctor Henderson said, winking at me. "We're going to do surgery to re-attach an important ligament, Glen. The Operating room is available now, and I think we should get this done, if you want to have full use of your leg again." An hour later, the anesthesiologist was injecting some liquid into my I V drip. Then I heard a soft, oddly familiar voice; "Hello, Glen." THE RECOVERY. As I came to, a nurse was beside me, checking my vitals and disconnecting some wires. She checked my blood pressure. She was pretty, and looked familiar. In my groggy state, I couldn't remember how I knew her or her name. "Please stay still. Your surgery went well, but you're still very tender." She was standing next to my right knee, my good one. She propped my head on a pillow and arranged the blanket over me. As she was fooling with the blanket, her arm slipped underneath. I thought she was arranging the gown I was wearing, one of those hospital things that tie in the back. She began to rub my stomach. I was too out of it to be surprised when she fondled my cock,  under the blanket. In my semi-conscious state, it was like a wonderful dream. She was feeling around, checking my nuts, making sure they were comfortably resting between my legs. She had a most pleasant grin on her face. I realized she was holding and stroking my aroused cock. It felt really good. My shaft was becoming erect, going from the completely deflated, under-anesthetic state; all the way to a full-blown hard-on, in a few seconds. She really got my blood flowing and aroused my sedated mind, definitely an effective recovery practice. She said, "You were very sedated, Glen. We are trying this new technique to help patients recover from anesthesia." I was incoherent in my response, but mumbled that what she was doing felt good. She knew my name, but that was on my chart. I still thought I knew her. By this time, I had a raging boner. Her hand felt really good, sliding along the length of my happy cock. She seemed to have some lotion that eased friction. She asked, "Are you coming around?" I mumbled yes. She held up some fingers, but I couldn't tell how many. She resumed her efforts to revive me, through my penis. It was an amazingly effective technique. My blood was flowing and my body was becoming awake. Her hand was stroking me methodically, enough to keep me stimulated, but not enough to make me come. The automatic blood pressure cuff inflated again, and she saw that my vitals were good. She said, "You don't remember me, do you?" I was now a bit embarrassed. "Yes, I remember you." "What's my name." I pause a bit, then had to admit, "I don't remember. I'm still groggy." She laughed. "I had a crush on you in high school. I'm Debbie. I was a year behind you." My mind was coming around. I did remember her. She was a cute girl, a cheerleader. We'd never dated. I had a steady girlfriend back then. However, I remembered her. The cheerleader with the best bouncy jiggle. "Nurse, I remember you now. You were very pretty. If I hadn't been with Michelle, I would've asked you out." "Was, you say? I was; very pretty?" Debbie protested. Oops. "You still are." I remembered her cute body in her cheerleader outfit, those sexy legs and how her swaying skirt emphasized her fine ass. She smiled, "You better say nice things about me since I have your cock in my hand." She was pumping a bit faster. I was close. Then, it happened. The sensation consumed my body and cum spurted from my dick. She kept her hand there; it was covered with my cum. She pulled her hand out from under the blanket and licked the semen from the palm of her hand and her fingers. Then, she pulled the blanket back, leaned down and took my prick in her mouth, gently, and slowly, sucked the last few drops and licking me clean. Smiling as she looked up at me; "I've wanted to do that for a long time." She said. I regained my composure and thanked her. She was writing on the medical chart. She recited what she had written, "Patient fully revived, fully responsive." She smiled at me, turned and left. I watched her cute ass wiggle as she left the room. I dozed off. GOING HOME. An hour later, I was getting ready to go home. My wife Gloria was helping me. As she was helping me into the wheelchair, Debbie, the nurse who had helped me recover, stopped in to say hello and make sure I was doing okay. She explained the instructions for my recovery and rehab. "Someone will come by your house tomorrow to change the dressing on your wound, and check your pain level." Gloria got our car while the attendant wheeled me to the curb. Driving home, Gloria mentioned, "That nurse said she remembered you from high school." "Yeah. I didn't remember her name. She was a year behind me." "She's cute." I lied and said, "I hadn't noticed." Gloria just laughed. She knew I was a connoisseur of lovely women. She asked, "So, you never dated her or anything?" "No. I was going with Michelle. Why do you ask?" "Oh, she just seemed to have a thing for you. She remembered a lot about you." "I hadn't noticed." Gloria didn't believe me. "That anesthetic must've really knocked you out." "I guess so." I was recovering at home the next day. Gloria was at work. The dog barked when someone came to the door. I knew it would be the nurse to check my knee. I checked the doorbell camera on my phone, and said; "It's unlocked. Come on into the living room."  Gloria had left a note too. I heard the nurse coming in the house and I hollered for her to keep coming back; "Come into the living room." There I was lying on the sofa. HOME HEALTH VISIT. I was surprised to see that the visiting nurse was Debbie. "Hello." She said. "Well, hello, again." "Surprised to see me?" "Pleasantly surprised." I said. She said, "I do some home visitations on my days off, to earn a little extra money. I asked for this visit, since I'm familiar with the patient." I smiled, "Familiar is a good description." She asked how I was feeling, took my temperature and checked my pulse and blood pressure. While she was doing that, I couldn't help but notice her perfume and her attire. Her white dress buttoned up in front, but was unbuttoned, to just below her cleavage, and I caught glimpses of the tops of her breasts as she did her work. She was wearing white thigh-high sheer stockings. Her hemline was conservative enough, but couldn't hide her figure. I remembered her cute ass from the recovery room. She said she had to check my wound. I was wearing just boxers and a pajama top. I hadn't thought to put more on. It was painful to move my knee when dressing. She lifted my leg to remove the bandages. While she was manipulating my leg, I wondered if my cock and balls might be exposed. Silly me, I was being shy, despite what had happened in the recovery room. At the same time, I was looking down her blouse and my cock was beginning to get aroused again. Her hands were touching and feeling my leg at various locations. She was turning me on. I noticed her looking at my tented boxers, through the corner of her eye; and saw a little smile on her face. She asked if I was in pain. I told her only when I moved certain ways. She began to test, looking for swelling that might indicate an infection. Moving my leg to gently flex my knee; she pressed her fingers into the tendons and muscles around my knee, asking where it hurt. "Does it hurt when I do this?" She would ask, and I would answer. Usually, it didn't hurt. When's the last happy pill you took? "About 3 hours ago;" I said. As she continued, her hand moved higher on my legs, pressing the muscles on my thigh. She was getting farther from the point of surgery and closer to my rocket. Finally, she just slid her hand up my loose boxer leg and grabbed my cock, squeezed it, and asked, "Does it hurt when I do this?" I acted unsure, and didn't respond, so she did it some more. By now, my cock was hard and she had it firmly in her hand. She asked, "Would you like me to give you a sponge bath. You're not supposed to shower for a week." I readily agreed. She went to the bathroom and returned with a basin, soap, washcloths and towels. She gently helped me up, then had me lay on one towel, and I removed my shirt. She said, "I don't want to chance hurting your knee, but I have to remove your shorts." She had a solution. She pulled scissors from her bag and began to cut away my boxers. I was leaning back on the couch and this lovely woman was cutting away my last item of clothing. She was deliberate about it, cutting slowly. She kept my cock out of the way with one hand while cutting with the other. It was surreal, having her get me completely naked while I sat there with a hard-on. Whatever her intentions were, I was agreeable. I resolved to be a good patient. Once my shorts were gone, she began the bath. She had a basin with soapy water and rubbed the cloth over my chest, getting my stomach and under my arms. She would move close to my cock and then move away, teasing me. She did my legs, being careful around my knee. Then, she hit the jackpot and washed my towering phallus and balls. She was extra careful on my jewels. The warm washcloth felt exquisite on my shaft. She washed underneath my nuts, getting the space between my testicles and my asshole. She'd undone another button on her white dress, and was bending over, giving me a wonderful view of her braless breasts. She had me roll over onto my stomach and she washed my back, my legs and my ass. She pushed my thighs apart and grabbed my dick, pulling it between my legs. She stroked it as I laid face down on the couch, enjoying her gentle touch while she scrubbed my back. She retrieved another basin of clear water to rinse me. The warm water felt good. I rolled back over so she could rinse my front. I laid there with my cock as hard as it ever gets. "This must be painful." She said as she stroked my turgid cock. I said, "Sometimes it gets so hard that it throbs." "Poor boy." She said as she bent forward and took my head in her mouth. I looked at the top of her ginger curls. Her pretty red hair was tied up. Her neck was thin and smooth. I slid her blouse open, so her tits could dangle freely. She looked up at me and continued to suck my whole cock. She said, "I was disappointed when you didn't recognize me yesterday." "I'll never forget you now." "What's my name?" I said, "Uh, I forget." She pulled off my cock and started to put away her tits, until I said, "Debbie, Debbie Clark. You were a cheerleader. I used to watch you. You were the prettiest one. The bounciest too!" Debbie was now satisfied, and said; "I hated that bitch Michelle, because she had you." "Debbie," I said; "That was a long time ago. I was nineteen." "and I was eighteen." She added. "Honestly," I added; "Prettiest eighteen-year-old girl I've ever seen." She said, "You're just saying that because I'm having your cock in my mouth." I pulled her head up from my crotch. I said, "No. It's true. I remember you. I liked the way everything jiggled when you did those cheers." She smiled at me in an adoring manner. That's when I undid a button on her dress. When she didn't object, I did another, then another. Finally, I undid the waistband. I put my hands on her dangling tits and rolled her hard little nipples in my fingers. I helped her remove her dress and admired her lovely body. Her breasts hung nicely and she had smooth, wonderful shoulders. I held her tits, enjoying the smooth skin and weight, massaging them lightly. They moved like putty in my hands, jiggling around. She leaned up and kissed me. Her hand was on my cock. We kissed again, this time with passion, our mouths twisting together, my tongue searching for hers. I slid a hand down to the front of her lacy thong and squeezed under her crotch. She paused to scoot up the sofa; straddling over my stomach; and my hand reached for her pussy. My fingers sneaked under her panties and found her ginger puss. I combed through her pubic hair for a few moments. Touching a woman like I was, is an amazing experience. The first time touching her pussy was special. Then, I found her slit. She was warm and wet. I slid a finger between her inner lips, stimulating her clitoris and pulling her into another passionate kiss. She was breathing heavily and twisting around in sexual excitement. Then, my middle finger entered her. My fingers probed her vagina, pressing against the slippery inner flesh, pushing against her, drawing out her reaction. She was still wearing her stretchy lace thong, but her legs were spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. I had two fingers buried inside her. We continued like that for a while, kissing and fingering each other toward inevitable orgasms. "Glen," she said; "I used to dream about you fucking me. I had just moved to your school, and didn't have many friends. Boys would ask me out, but I wouldn't give them anything. But damn, I sure would have fucked you." "Wow!" I said, "I'll fuck you now." "Sorry," She sighed; "but you're too late. I'm married and I don't cheat on my husband." She showed me her wedding ring. I had to ask, "Isn't this sort of cheating?" She just said, "Eating ain't cheating." I wasn't going to argue with her, but damn, I would've put my cock in her in a moment, regardless of my marriage vows. How many guys can stop when a woman has your cock in her hand and her tits in your face. We began to moved faster, increasing our pleasure with her hand on my cock, sometimes rubbing it against her ass; and my fingers still in her vagina. Once or twice my knee twinged, but I was brave and fought through the pain. "Let me see you naked." I asked. She stood and pulled off her thong, then teased me while slowly removing her thigh-high white stockings and shoes. She had a pretty pussy, with a furry tuft, groomed a bit, but still a bit unruly. Her little slit was gaping a bit due to my finger action. She climbed back on me, straddling my hips. She put her naked pussy against my rocket, rubbing her slit along my shaft. It was wonderful and soon she was coming. She was so wet and the pressure of my cock was driving her orgasm. She was beautiful with the look of pleasure on her face. My cock slid easily between her slippery lips. I wasn't inside her though. Then, she did it. She used her hand to put my cock in her vagina. She sat still for a moment. She was warm and tight, her inner flesh pressing against the entire length of my cock. I focused on the extreme pleasure of being inside her. She said, "I just had to see what it felt like to have you inside me." "Does it feel as good as you imagined, Debbie?" She said, "Oh yes! I used to dream about having your cock inside me." I didn't move. It was like she was pulsing electricity through my rocket. Her muscles were massaging me. Her pussy was amazing. Her tits were swaying with her movements. She was beautiful. Then she pulled off and resumed sliding along my cock again, faster and faster. She leaned her tits down on my chest and I kissed her as she reached her peak. She was squirming and panting and her mouth was trying to consume my tongue. Then I came too. My cum pulsed out onto my pelvis, and puddling into my navel. I watched her body spasm as she continued her orgasm. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration. We held each other as we calmed down, recovering. She stood up and looked at me. "That was fantastic." "It sure was. Thank you." She stood and I admired her beautiful body. Then she finished the sponge bath while she was still naked. There was a wad of cum on my belly. She lewdly put some on her fingers and sucked them. I had worked up a sweat, so the much of the benefit of the sponge bath had been lost. Debbie redressed my wound, then regretfully, she got dressed. She said, "They'll ask for an evaluation of my nursing visit." "What's the highest score?" "Ten." "I'll give you a hundred." She laughed and said, "Don't be too specific with your comments." I asked for her contact info but she declined. "I don't want to have the temptation to cheat with you. I have a good marriage that I don't want to screw up and you seem to have a nice wife." She continued, "I've fulfilled a dream. I don't need to do it again. It's always better the first time." I said, "I understand but I'll not forget you again." "Let me know if you go in the hospital again." She kissed me softly and left. Wow! GLORIA'S EXAM. A few hours later, my wife came home. I had fallen asleep and was till pants-less under a sheet, wearing just the pajama shirt. Fortunately, nurse Debbie had cleaned my dick and the cum on my belly. My wife puttered around for a while and finally came to look at my wound. She lifted the sheet covering me and discovered that I was naked from below the waist. 'What happened to your shorts?" "I took then off. They were too uncomfortable." She saw the cut-up shorts on the floor. She held them up. I couldn't lie, so I said, "The nurse gave me a sponge bath. She didn't want to hurt my knee, so, she cut them off." Gloria was absorbing that revelation. "Did she wash your cock?" I said, "Yes, of course." I tried to make it sound like no big deal. She looked at the form that Debbie had signed and left. "It was the same nurse from the hospital." "Sure. She does home care too." "Did you fuck her?" I looked insulted, "Honey. I can't even move here." Then Gloria saw a ginger pubic hair, nestled on my hairy pelvis. She knew my word-games and asked another way, "Did she fuck yo

Home Sex Education

HOME SEX EDUCATION STEPBROTHER INTRODUCES ME TO HANDY ORGASMS. by tinman69s [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=227169&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/HomeSexEducation.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/my-first-2025/HomeSexEducation.jpg] My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story! First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that. My Mom and Dad divorced when I was about 17 years old. After a couple of years, my Mom re-married. We moved into my step-dad's house. My step-dad was a really nice guy and he had a good-looking son who lived with him. The only problem there was that he really didn't want anything to do with me (because "I was in the way" and 'a pain"). Anyway, my step-dad's house was a two-story one, with a basement. The basement had been finished and Gary had his bedroom and bathroom down there. That was fine with me because that gave me the whole upstairs to myself. Gary, my step-brother, went to the local tech school and worked part-time to pay for his car. He did have a really cool car, a Camaro, jet black, mag wheels, T-tops, loud mufflers and a good stereo system in it. I really liked the car, but Gary wouldn't let me run around with him because I was "too young". Other than that, he and I got along really good. About a year or so after we moved in there, I was having a problem with some of my homework, and Mom and "Dad" were out, so I went downstairs to see if Gary could help me with my math. As I walked thru the game room to Gary's bedroom, I could hear his music playing and I figured he was still up and maybe studying too. Well, being the young teen that I was, I just pushed the door open, without knocking, and almost fainted!!! Gary was sitting on his bed with a "girlie" magazine beside him and he was playing with his "Thing"!!!! I almost choked, and he heard me. He jumped up and tried to get his "thing" back in his shorts, but he was fumbling too much. I guess I scared him and he yelled at me to "Get out"! But I couldn't move, I was just staring at his "thing". I had heard other girls talking about what they looked like, but I had never seen one. Gary yelled again for me to get out but I just shook my head "no" still staring! I guess he realized suddenly that he might be in big trouble if I should say anything to my Mom or his Dad about what I caught him doing. I moved my focus to the magazine (he must have forgotten about it being there on the bed) and I walked over and picked it up. The girl in the magazine was really beautiful and naked and had two fingers in her privates!! I, of course, didn't understand this. I looked up at Gary, (who had finally gotten "it" back into his shorts;) and just pointed at the girl in the photo and where her hand was. I still had not said a word! Gary took the magazine and closed it and said "Debbie, I'm sorry, Please don't tell on me. I'll be grounded for life! And Dad might take my car keys away from me. Please?" After looking at the picture and seeing his thing hanging out, I was feeling kinda funny. A feeling I had not had before. But I gathered my senses and got brave and said to him "Gary, I've heard the girls talking, especially in the locker room, about boy's private parts, but I've never seen one up close. And I want to see yours! So if you will sit down and let me look at it good, I won't tell anyone what happened, I promise." Gary looked at me for a moment and said "Promise-Hope to die?" I said "Yes Gary, Hope to die." Gary sat down on the bed and pulled it back out of his shorts, but now it wasn't stiff like it was when he was playing with it. I asked him, "What happened to it, why is it not stiff anymore?" He said "Debbie, Can I call you Sis? I've always wanted a little sister." I agreed he could. "Now tell me about your thing, what happened to it?" I said. Gary tried as best he could to explain it to me in really nice terms, about how it gets excited and when it gets excited, it gets stiff and hard and grows a little bit. So I said "Show me how it does it." Gary started pulling the skin back and forth on it. And shortly it started getting stiffer! I liked that! It was interesting! So I said, "Gary, can I see if I can get it more excited?" He agreed and I took it in my hand and started pumping on it back and forth. And it got very hard and stiff. "Um I did this!! I got it excited!" I thought. Gary laid back on the bed and said "Oh Sis, that feels so good!!" He started moaning, and I stopped immediately and said "Gary, am I doing something to hurt you?" Gary said, "Oh Sis, you are doing fine. Sit down and wrap your hand around it and jerk it up and down faster." It was a very curious thing because shortly he was moving his butt up and down and moaning real loud. I slowed down and he said "No Sis, please, don't stop, it feels so very good, just keep jerking it for me." So I did! I was jerking the skin up and down hard and fast like he wanted. Then he reached over beside him on the bed and handed me a washcloth and said "Cover the top and your hand, honey." He had called me "honey", he had never done that before and I liked that. But I couldn't see what I was doing so I lifted the cloth and just as I did it squirted some kind of goo all up in the air and on me and on the bed. Gary by then had wrapped his hand around mine and was jerking it up and down fast and moaning really loud! I didn't count how many times it squirted that stuff out but it was a lot! And what a mess!! Then Gary's hand fell to his side and he just laid there. I took the cloth and wiped my hand and my clothes and then handed it to Gary and said "Gary, that wasn't nice, did you piss on me on purpose?" Gary raised up and hugged me (he had never done that either) and said "Thanks little sis, you did great and no, that wasn't piss, it was CUM. It is what happens when you have an orgasm. And an orgasm is what happens at the end of sex. Or in this case, jacking off." I said "Oh yea, I've heard that term used-the girls say they jack off their boyfriends. But I didn't know what that was, but I have learned by doing it to you!" "Yea Sis, you learn fast too, you did really good for me. Now promise me again that no-one will ever hear about this." He said. I said "OK big brother, but on one condition.." And I saw it on his face-he was afraid I would want to run around with him in his car. But then I said "I want you to teach me more about sex. I want to learn and I want you to teach me." He looked like I had kicked him or something. I said "Is it a deal or not?" He smiled and hugged me again and said "Sis, if that is what you really want, we'll do it. But you can't use this on your boyfriend yet. You are still too young to be having sex." I said ok and he handed me his magazine and said "Read through this and then tell me if you have any questions on what you see and learn, OK? And keep it hidden well!" I agreed and got up and started back upstairs and then I remembered why I had come downstairs in the first place. So I told him and he helped me and I thanked him and went back upstairs. When I was back in my room, in bed, and getting ready to go to sleep, I kept thinking about the girl in the magazine and what she was doing to herself and what I had just done with Gary. So I thought I would try what she was doing and see what the big deal was. So I tried to stick two fingers inside my pussy, but it hurt! So I decided to wet them in my mouth and try it again. It was a little easier and I moved them a little, and pretty quickly, it got much easier to move them. I was getting wet down there and so I pushed them in further and worked them around a little and in and out and it started feeling really good!! And then, quite by accident, my thumb hit my clitoris and then I knew why the girl was doing it! This was an awesome feeling, and I didn't want to stop doing it-it felt too good! I kept doing it and the more I did it the better it felt and soon I was wiggling my butt all over the place and then I thought I was going to explode!! I could not stop now if I wanted to and then I wanted to scream and wanted to put my whole hand inside me. I jerked my pillow around and bit on it to muffle my screams, and then some kind of fluid came rushing out!! "Just like it did from Gary", I thought. But the bad part was it only lasted for maybe a half a minute and then it was over. But it was the best feeling I had ever had!. And now I was tired, so I just left my hand in my panties and I just like "died" asleep. I felt so good after that orgasm! About three weeks had gone by and I had studied Gary's magazine from cover to cover. Some of that stuff was pretty weird to me! Then one night as I was getting into bed I felt something under my pillow. Gary had slid another magazine under it for me. Needless to say, I stayed up late looking through it. And again went to sleep with my fingers inside my hot, wet pussy. Man this fingering thing sure made me feel good all over when I would cum. Then on that Saturday night when Gary got home from work, I was waiting for him. Mom and Dad were out with friends again. I was watching TV in the game room (which is right next to Gary's bedroom) when he came in. I wanted to learn some more! I was only wearing my housecoat and panties when he walked in. He saw my mostly naked body and said " Hum Sis, looking for another lesson?" I said "Sure am brother dear." He said to give him a minute to shower and we would do it. Then he went off to the shower. When he returned, he was wearing only boxers and his housecoat and I could see that his "thing" was already getting ready to play. He came over and sat down on the couch with me and I just reached over and pulled his dick out of his shorts and started to play with it. When I did he opened my housecoat and took both my breasts in his hands and started massaging them. It felt pretty good when I did it, but it sure felt great when he did it for me. I was pumping on his dick pretty good and then he reached down and cupped my pussy with his hand and asked if I liked the feel of that, I just spread my legs wider in reply. He didn't hesitate, his hand was inside my panties and one finger was in my pussy. Damn that felt so good!! I was already wet in anticipation of this fun so he had no trouble burying his finger all the way inside me. Then he pulled it out and stuck it in his mouth and sucked it clean. I took this moment to jerk my panties off to give him better access. I loved the feel of his finger in me. And of course I wanted it as long as he would do it. He smiled and said "Little sis, you taste pretty damned good honey!" Then he put two fingers into my pussy! Oh shit it felt so good! I was having trouble concentrating on his dick! He had two fingers in my pussy and was pinching my tittie with the other hand and pulling and pinching the nipple. He had me wanting to scream all the time! Then he started humping and jerking and I knew he was getting ready to shoot on me again. I said "want me to grab a washcloth for you?" He said "No, catch it in your hand, I want to try something." So when it shot off, I caught all I could in my hand. But I was having trouble sitting still, I was about to cum too. I cried out "Oh god Gary, It's here, Oh shit finger it fast , It feels so good make me cum honey, Please, I love you . I love this feeling!! Oh god it's good!!" And I was like convulsing on his fingers! Finally I finished and Gary pulled his fingers out of me and said, "Watch this!" His fingers were dripping with my juices and he licked it all from them. So in return, I started licking his cum out of my hand for him. He smiled and I knew he liked that idea. When he first licked his one finger, I thought it was a little gross, but quickly forgot about that. Now I understood that it really did taste good and it was somehow satisfying to see him lick up my juices! He said again how good I tasted and asked about his. I said "It is a strange taste but I could get used to it real quick!" I wiped some more off his dick and sucked that off my finger. "Ok, lesson one, we just made each other have an "orgasm", or "cum" for short. You "jerked me off" or "jacked me off", either way you want to say it. And I just fingered you off, also sometimes called fingering you! Did you really like what I just did to you? Did it really feel great?" he asked. "Oh yes Gary it was fantastic, it was just awesome! I never felt so good! I did it to myself the other night but when you did it, it was much, much better! Did I do ok for you too?" I asked. "Oh yes honey, you are getting really good at that. Listen Sis, have you ever heard of the term 'incest'?" I said "Yes, but that is families isn't it, like blood relatives?" Gary replied that it was "but lots of people would look at us as being relatives now, although we are not blood relatives, understand?" "Yes," I said, "but what has this got to do with us having fun?" I asked. "Well, Sis, I just want you to understand that lots of people would really frown on what we are doing. So what I want us to do is swear that NO ONE will ever know about this, not your best friend or anyone, understand?" "Yes I do and I swear that no one will ever know about us but us, Gary" "You swear that? Hope to die?" Gary asked. I said "Yes , I swear, hope to die, I will never ever tell anyone what we are doing. Just don't stop teaching me, Please? I want to learn from you, cause I trust you to do me right." "Ok " he said. "Good enough." We were still sitting on the couch and Gary said "Sis, baby, you want another one?" I said "another what?" Just hoping he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking. He said, "Another orgasm, silly!" "Oh yes please, that one a few minutes ago was so incredible! Oh yes, please make me have another one, please!" He said "Ok honey, but this one is just for you. Forget about me, you just enjoy this one by yourself, OK?" I said "Sure Gary, if that's what you want." He said, "OK get up on your hands and knees and let me show you something else." I got up like he said and he pushed my housecoat up over my back and rubbed his fingers on my pussy and said "Good little Sis, you're still wet. And I have to tell you that you have a beautiful little pussy and ass, honey." He slowly shoved two fingers all the way in me as deep as they would go. I really let out a groan because it felt so very good! And then he started working them in and out of me pretty fast and hard, then he used his other hand to rub my clit and shit he was driving me crazy!! He would mash on it and then rub it and then pinch it and each time he did something, it was electrifying to my body! I just wanted to scream at him to never, ever, ever, stop doing that!! I was humping back on his hand like I don't know what, and I couldn't help it, I just wanted more! I said "Gary , more honey please I love it, more!" And then he put three fingers in me and I almost cum just from that! Oh it felt good to be full of fingers! "Oh Gary, I'm getting close, please make me cum, fast and hard Please". But Gary pulled his fingers out of me and I looked back to see what was going on. "It's ok honey, I just wanted a taste" and he shoved two fingers back in my pussy and "Ouch!", one in my asshole!! He said "Easy honey, It'll feel good in just a second" as he continued to work them in and out. He was right, the pain was gone and Oh god what a fantastic feeling it was! I was going to cum with two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass!! I convulsed hard and started shaking all over and screaming and jerking all over! Damn this was the best yet and it lasted longer too. And I could feel my juices running down my legs. And then I just collapsed on the couch, exhausted completely and fully satisfied! I could barely breathe, but I said, "Gary, that was the most fantastic orgasm! I know I screamed too loud but it was that good! It was awesome, beyond description!!" I raised up and grabbed him around the neck and slammed my lips to his and forced my tongue into his mouth. I know I love him, He has made me so happy! We kissed for a long time and finally we broke it and Gary said "Ok sis, bed time" and smacked me on the ass. "Ok" I said, "But that little smack felt good." and smiled at him as I gathered up my panties and headed upstairs. I sure won't have any trouble falling asleep tonight! I was exhausted! Lesson 2: Oral Exam A few weeks passed and I got another magazine under my pillow with a note to check out pages 54 thru 57, then come to see him. I knew it had to be something really good. That was all about how to suck cocks and deep-throat cocks. "YES," I thought, "he must want me to do this to him and that's why he pointed it out to me." So I stayed up late again and studied that part. Later I would study the rest of the magazine. So that weekend, Mom and Dad were out shopping and Gary was working early and I knew he would be home early so I showered and got myself ready to satisfy him like he had done for me the last time. Tonight I would really give him a good blowjob and I would deepthroat him because I had been practicing by pushing bananas back in my throat to make me used to it without gagging. I could now push a banana as far into my throat as I could reach and still pull it back out. So I was ready for him. When he came in, I stood up and opened my housecoat and there was just me, no panties or bra, just me. He came over to me and kissed me and I just dropped to my knees and opened his pants and pulled his cock out and I just shoved my face down on it. He groaned and then said "Oh shit sis, you're so good, but don't you want to wait til I've showered?" I said "No I want to taste you as you are," and went back to sucking, Then I slowly eased my face down on it till I had the whole thing in my throat. He was groaning so much! He pulled back and I said "What's wrong honey, am I doing it wrong?' "No , no hon, I just can't stand up if you deepthroat me, my knees won't hold me up!" He went over and sat down on the couch and I was right there and took him again, all the way in and he was making all kinds of moaning noise and I knew he was really loving this, so I took my time about it and I would go down all the way and stay there till I needed to breathe before I came up and I could tell it was driving him wild!! Then he started humping and jerking and put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me to him. I knew he was going to shoot into my throat! I forced my head back far enough to catch my breath and went down all the way and sucked hard and played with the head with my tongue and he blasted my throat full of hot cum. I reached under my chin and caressed his balls and made it last longer for him. When he was finished cumming and I pulled back off his cock, he was just lying there on the couch like he was dead! I think that took everything out of him, so I had done a really good job for him. Finally he grinned and opened his eyes just enough to see me and said "Sis, I've had a few blowjobs before by girls older than you and I'm telling you that I have never had one as good as you just gave me. It was absolutely fantastic!!" "I learned it from the magazine you left for me" I said. "Well, you sure did good honey" he said. Then he got up and went to the shower. I just sat back on the couch and waited for him to come back out. When he came back out, he said, "OK sis, now it's your turn again. Come in here and lie down on my bed and let me show you another thing or two." I did as he said and laid down on the bed on my back and spread my legs wide to give him all the access he wanted. He stood at the foot of the bed a minute and said "Sis, just lie there a minute, I want to do something else first," and went into his bathroom. I wondered what he was thinking. When he came back out, he had his razor and shaving cream. I said "Gary, what are you going to do?" He said "I am going to shave your beautiful little pussy as clean as a baby's butt. Then I'm going to lick it raw!" "Oh yes Gary, anything you say, I just want to be the best at satisfying you!" And he proceeded to shave me clean. It looked really good too. I hadn't thought about that, but it will be shaved from now on! Then he got down and started licking and sucking on my pussy lips and my clit and toying with my ass hole and it didn't take long to get me really hot again and make me start climbing the orgasm mountain. Gary was really good

Future Farmer's Wife.

FUTURE FARMER'S WIFE. SUMMER LOVING, WORKING ON THE FARM. Based on a post by Farmer jill [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Farmerjill/works]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/FutureFarmersWife.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/FutureFarmersWife.jpg] When I was a young girl, every summer was an adventure. The farms around Stearns County, where I lived; would need extra help to cut, bail; and store up the hay for the long snowy winter. Everyone did small square bales back then, and that meant manual labor. The thing was that although the job paid great, it was not a regular job. The hours were always subject to change, with the weather, break downs, or hay production. You had little notice when you were needed, and then it was only for a few days. Farm kids also had to work on our own family farms; so you had to work it around that. Yet since every farmer needed the extra help it was like all the kids were a labor pool to be exploited. I liked working the hay harvests, because it allowed me to have spending money. Sure I was "paid" working for my dad but farming is a long term paying type of job. I didn't get actually paid for my labor but in the winter I would get money to go to the movies and the like. It was the summer of 81. I just turned 18 and the hay season started. The first job I heard about was at the Wilson Dairy Farm. I had worked for the Wilson's before. I showed up at 7am, on the appointed day, and there were four other people. The Wilson's only really need four laborers but you never knew what kind of quality you would get so the first day most farmers would have extras. Then at lunch they would get rid of the lazy, slow or stupid. In addition to myself, there were the Hanson brothers, Bill and Ted. I had worked with them before. They worked hard and usually worked the conveyor. In case you don't know; the conveyor is what gets the bales from the wagon up into the hay loft. It was a tricky job. You couldn't overload it, because it would jam. You also couldn't go to fast because the people unloading would get overwhelmed. There was also a guy I didn't know. He must have been new in our area. I was pretty sure he wouldn't make the cut. His hands had no calluses on them, dead give away. The last person in the group was none other than Cooper Banks, my high school crush. We were both the youngest in our families, and the only kids still living at home. We were both in the high school FFA club, Future Farmers of America, But he quit the club when he became a starter on the wrestling team. He was a year older than me and had just graduated. I'm sure that he didn't even know I existed before today. He was pretty popular at school and never lacked for female attention. Cooper was born on a farm on a different bus route from me, so I never had a chance to be noticed by him. Yet here he was, in the flesh. THE HAY HARVEST OPERATION. The way haying worked most times is; you went out with a wagon and while the farmer drove, you loaded the wagon. One person on the wagon, and a couple passing bales up. Other times the bales were formed, tied, and delivered to the wagon and then you stacked them on the wagon. In this case it was both types. Mr. Wilson was baling onto one wagon while the new guy stacked. Meanwhile us four took turns driving and loading/stacking another wagon. Once we had some wagons loaded, people would then work on loading the hay into the barn, hayloft, through an upper door under the gable; while others collected more hay. The farmers kept big coolers of cold water on hand, to hydrate the workers, and we often poured water over our sweaty bodies, to get relief from the humid air. Halfway through the day, our clothes were soaked. At lunch time, as I suspected, the new guy was let go. Blisters developed on his hands, because he didn't bring work gloves; so he was done. This left Bill loading the conveyor, and Cooper and I stacking the hay now in the barn's upper loft. Ted continued stacking bales on the wagon that Mr. Wilson was towing behind his bailor. It's hard work, but you are so busy, that it goes fast. Soon enough, the day was over and Mr. Wilson paid us. Then he asked us to be back tomorrow. That's another good thing, cash at the end of the day. We all said we would be back tomorrow, and went to leave. I ended up walking beside Cooper, and I was desperate to think of something to say to him. He was wearing a Van Halen concert t-shirt, so I asked him about it, "Cooper, that's a nice shirt. Did you like the concert?" "Oh yeah, those guys were great, I'd go see them again. You have a pretty nice shirt on, too." Now I was wearing the usual kind of t-shirt for this work. Mine was Long sleeves to protect my arms and it was well-worn. It was sorta too small for me, because it was pretty tight across the chest. I was pretty proud of my boobs that had kept developing over the past year. My tits were high on my chest, and especially firm, and jiggled a lot. I'm sure Cooper liked what was inside my shirt.  Last winter, my past boyfriend said my tits were the perfect size, just more than a hand full. This is before the days of sports bras, so I had on a plain white cotton bra that I am sure was transparent at this point, from all the sweat. Did I mention that haying was hot sweaty work? It is. My shirt had a John Deere green tractor on it, and said, "Born to Farm." I usually have to wear a large, if I want room for my tits. But a medium was all I had, that morning when I went to work. Cooper would probably fit the shirt just fine. I'm not sure what made me do it, but I blurted out before thinking, "If you like it, Cooper; I would swap it for yours." Cooper looked at me to see if I was serious, "Sure, I will wash it and bring it for you tomorrow." The look on his face was priceless when I replied, "We can swap now." And with that, I pulled my shirt over my head. The look on Cooper's face was priceless. First there was shock, and then, as he took in my transparent wet cotton bra and prominent nipples, his looked turned to lust. Ted and Bill noticed as they were opening their F150 truck doors. Their tongues were hanging out of their open mouths. Not to be outdone, Cooper quickly peeled off his t-shirt. We were almost at his El Camino, and my bike at this point. As I put on his shirt, I could smell the distinct combination of Cooper, hay, and sweat. At this point Bill and Ted lost interest and had left. The manly smell of the shirt must have been really intoxicating, because it made me really bold, "Hey Cooper; maybe we could trade something else." He was holding my shirt in his hand, and his bare rippled chest was making it hard for me to breathe. "Sure Jill, what else did you have in mind?" "If you give me and my bike a lift home, we could trade washing one another's back, in the shower." Once again, the look on his face was priceless. It went from shock to desire. I noticed a bulge form in his pants. He noticed that I noticed. "Sure Jill, let's go." He put my bike in the back of the stylish truck. It was only 2 miles on the county road, to my parents' farm, and his stereo was instantly playing the latest Van Halen album, so we didn't talk, besides me giving him directions. I was really nervous, because I had never done anything like this before. I knew my mom was in town at her part-time job. My dad was setting fence posts til sundown on the back end of the farm. Now this is not to say I was an innocent virgin. I had found my three older brother's stash of porn magazines when I was fourteen. I had also heard and seen them in action, when they thought they were alone with girls. By 18, I figured I had a pretty good working knowledge of the 'birds and the bees.' My mom also knew what was going to happen as I matured, so I was on the pill. Since my hips and tits had filled out, I'd had a few boyfriends. And yes; I fucked two of them. I'm sure Cooper was more experienced, but let's just say, I knew what I was getting into. When we arrived, I led him into our split-level new house, and up to my bathroom. I was so nervous at this point, I didn't know what to do next. Cooper took over, he knew what to do. He kissed me. He was a good kisser and soon we were tongue-wrestling, while Cooper started to feel my tits. His lips felt great and his hands on my tits even better. I helped him get my clothes off and he undid my bra. Then he said something that made my pussy drool.     "Jill Johnson, I'm going to lick the sweat off your luscious tits." He picked me up and sat me on the counter, and went to licking. I leaned back into the big mirror and ran my fingers through his wavy golden hair. I'm not sure why I liked that so much, but I did. He began to kiss and lick my tits. Cooper was very systematic, and I'm sure he got every drop of sweat! He also had me really worked up. I didn't know if I could orgasm from someone just playing with my tits, but I seemed close. When he nipped one of my nipples with his teeth, I moaned loudly. He continued to pleasure my tits with his mouth while his hands worked on opening my pants. He pulled me down from the counter and slipped my sweaty jeans down. My panties went with them and his fingers found my soaking wet center. It felt so good, and I was so caught up in the moment. I didn't realize I was naked and he was still dressed. I had to get to his cock! As he worked his magic fingers in my vagina, and on my clit; I got his shirt off. He was circling my engorged clit as I got his pants off. My hand reached into his sweaty underwear and felt his cock. As I started to stroke it, I noticed it wasn't very big. I didn't have that much experience, but when I pulled it out of his underwear I noticed it was the smallest boner I had ever seen. It wasn't tiny or anything like that. but the other two cocks that fucked me, were bigger. It didn't take me very long, stroking it, maybe a minute; before he was shooting cum all over my leg. It didn't surprise me, that he had a hair trigger, so did the other guys I had been with. I think it's a young man's issue to become aware of, and make adjustments for. I didn't have much time to dwell on it, however; as he turned me facing the other way, and wrapped both his arms around me. We stood before the big mirror, one of his hands was on my cunt, and the other on my nipples, while he kissed my neck and let his semi flaccid cock dangle between my asscheeks. With my horny body wrapped in his arms from behind we watched ourselves while we felt each other. It was so erotic! He redoubled his efforts on my clit and I climaxed on his hand. I gushed a bit, and it ran down my naked legs. I turned on the shower as we took off our socks, and got in the big shower. Cooper answered the question in my head about his recovery time, before I could even reach the soap. His cock was hard again, pressing against me. I turned to observe his slender phallus with excitement. My next question was about how long he would last this time, and boy did he have the right answer! Cooper reached both his hands around my ass cheeks and picked me up My legs naturally came up and locked behind him as his upward-pointing cock smoothly entered my hot hungry cunt. He might not have been that big, but he knew all the right angles, as he plowed me against the wall. It seemed to go on gloriously, forever; until my eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy exploded. Cooper followed me soon; going over the top and blasted three shots of cum, high up in my hungry cunt. My arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Both of us breathing heavy, for a while. Then he slowly released and lowered me. We kissed with intense passion and aggressive tongues. Then we stared into each other's eyes. Then we giggled and he asked, "Are we supposed to be working out a trade?" "Oh, that!" I said, and I grabbed a big sponge and soaped it up. We then actually began to wash one another. This led to more stroking, rubbing, fondling, kissing, sucking and yup; we ran out of hot water. We started laughing at the situation as we got out and dried off. I lent Cooper a clean shirt and basketball shorts from my older brother's closet; so he didn't have to put his sweaty work clothes back on. He would bring them back tomorrow, when he picked me up to go back to Wilson's Dairy. The next morning I was ready at 6:45, and jumped in Cooper's truck as soon as he stopped in our driveway. We each leaned over and kissed, like we had done this a thousand times. Soon enough we were back at the hay harvest, and the day evaporated. My mom was going to be home so after work I had Cooper drive me  down a township road, to a spot nearby, that I knew would afford us some privacy. When we were secluded in the treeline, I told him to stop and he grinned. Soon we were making out. Cooper came around to my door and opened it. Then he slid my legs out the door and slipped off my sweaty jeans and panties. We didn't have much time, so he raised my naked legs over his shoulders and dropped his pants and briefs. Then he leaned over my submissive body and began pumping me faster than a ackrabbit. It felt so good going in, but in only a minute or two, I felt him ejaculate. I was disappointed but only for a few seconds. Cooper never pulled out. He just took a few breaths and kept going. His cock stayed hard! Once again, he worked my pussy with his cock, making sure I came before he did. His hands went up my shirt and he began pinching both nipples. That got me off very effectively. We put our pants back on and left. Cooper then dropped me off with a promise to see me tomorrow. It would be our last day at Wilson's Dairy, and I didn't want to even think about what would happen after that. I was hoping for a lot of things, but I didn't want to screw it up; so I said nothing. The next day, Cooper picked me up and gave me a kiss. It was particularly hot that late June day, and we were a really hot sweaty mess by lunch. After lunch Mr. Wilson told us that once he dropped off the last wagon, he had to go; but his wife would pay us once we finished putting the hay away. The day ended with Bill and Ted working the conveyor and Cooper and I stacking the hay in the loft. When the last bale came off the conveyor they turned off the motor and called out they were heading out. We heard Mrs. Wilson tanking them, then their loud pickup rumbled out to the county road. There was sweat pouring off of us, and we were covered in dust and hay bits. We stacked the last bales, and then I looked at Cooper, "I must be quite a sight, today." "You look great to me!" Then he added with a grin; "Ever fucked in the loft?" I remembered my voyeur delights, watching my brothers fuck the Carlson sisters, in our own hayloft, a couple summers ago. It brought a big grin to my face. I didn't even get to answer before his lips met mine. It was a gross flavor of dust and hay, so we took a drink before resuming making out. Now Cooper had a big water jug that he would fill about 1/3 and then put in the freezer overnight. It would keep his water nice a cool all day and he could even refill it at lunch with ice left. After we drank, Cooper tore my clothes off and then grabbed what was left of the ice from his jug. It was a piece about the size of a small fist. As he kissed me he began circling my nipples with it. It was deliciously exciting as the cold sent two kinds of shivers through me body. One shiver was due to temperature and the other due to the sexual stimulation. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he slipped it down my stomach, slowly over my clit and into my pussy. I lost my mind! His mouth engulfed my left tit and his left hand caressed my right tit. I came! Damn that Cooper has a way of arousing my horny tits! He then dropped his pants and underwear, bent me over an alfalfa bail, and slammed into me. My mind was in overload, I didn't think I could handle any more stimulation, but Cooper had other ideas. He slipped the last bit of ice into my ass! He told me later I squealed a moan. I didn't know because I was overcome with the most intense orgasm of my young life. Cooper didn't last much longer on the first one, like usual; but I didn't care because when he came, I did again! I put my clothes back on and Cooper pulled up his pants. We then climbed down the ladder, to the lower barn. We exited the barn and went to go see Mrs. Wilson about our pay. She had a smirk on her face when she greeted us at the kitchen door, "I thought you forgot about pay, and left." Cooper did some quick thinking, "A stack was leaning and we restacked it more securely. We just were making sure everything was good before we left. We ah... didn't want to leave a mess and leave a bad impression."     Mrs. Wilson was clearly not buying what Cooper was selling. That's when I noticed that my bra was missing, and my nipples were hard. There was laughter in her eyes as she gave us our pay. Fortunately, we'd left the cooler in the loft, so I ran to get it, and find my wayward bra. We climbed into Cooper's truck for the short ride to my house, and I thought I better say something. I tried not to sound needy, desperate or unsophisticated, "Ah Cooper I was wondering about the rest of the summer?" Cooper gave me a wide grin, "Look, Jill; you and I can have a great summer of fun together if that's what you're asking." "That would be great, Cooper." "But, let's face the facts. You are going to stick around here and be a farmer. Me, I'm going to college in the fall, and I'm not coming back to farm. Farming is nice but I want something different. But, like I said; if you want a summer of fun together with me, then how about you and I go on a date, this coming Friday?" My crush was offering me the summer. Even though he made it very clear to me what kind of relationship he wanted.  I knew I could get him to love me by the end of August. Regardless, I was so happy he wanted to take me on a date, and not just fuck me, "That would be great, Cooper! A summer of fun, or is it going to be a summer of loving?" "Either way, it's going to be great, Jill. There's a big festival in Cold Spring. I told him to stop on the side of the road. I slid over the bench seat at this point, and gave him a kiss. Then I fished his cock out of his pants. Yes, it was covered in sweat, hay and me! But, I didn't care. I slowly took all of it in my mouth. It didn't even reach my throat, at first. no complaints from me. I continued to lick and suck his cock, as it expanded inward. Pressing the back of my throat. I tilted my head and let his extra expansion slide a bit further, til my nose was pressed against his furry pelvis. My only other attempt at blowing a guy, was a complete failure. "Oh, Gawd!" He screamed. "Yes, baby!"  My tongue stroked his cock as though I was trying to swallow him whole. Then he shot his blast deep into my throat. I pulled back just in time to get a second blast in my mouth, followed by a third small pulse. My lips firmly gripped his shaft as my mouth pulled at his cock, stretching it away from his hairy mound. My tongue rubbed his tip, and he screamed; "Too much! Too sensitive!" I released his crown and smiled as I looked up into his happy eyes. As I rose up, my open smile allowed his cum to start drooling out the side of my mouth. I swallowed dramatically, then wiped the drool with my long extended tongue, and swallowed again. Cooper's cock was perfect for learning to deepthroat, and I loved being able to do that successfully, for the first time. I felt powerful and seductive. I knew I could make this man very, very happy.  He had a huge smile on his face as dropped me off. Mom was home, so no inviting him in, but I would see him in 2 days. We had a great summer of fun and loving. We had sex everywhere; his house, my house, his truck, in the pond, in the meadow, you get the idea. We even had sex on the job, in two more haylofts! It was two horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do best. At the end of the summer, I believed I loved Cooper and he loved me. Cooper very gently reminded me of what it really was. Lust. On what was to be our last date ever Cooper gave me a gift. "Jill, this was an amazing summer I will never forget. I got you this little gift to remind you of our summer of fun." I un

Summer Camp Staffing Perks.

SUMMER CAMP STAFFING PERKS. COME TO SUMMER CAMP, IT CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE! BASED ON A POST BY PAUL STEVENS [https://www.literotica.com/authors/PaulStevens/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/SummerCampStaffingPerks.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/SummerCampStaffingPerks.jpg] Come to summer camp, it can change your life! Walking in the moonlight one night Evan Walker reflected on just how not good this summer had gone for him thus far. He was beginning to regret leaving the familiar Boy Scout camp he had worked at for the past 3 years. Evan is just a few months from his 19th birthday, but strict school district rules kept him from enrolling in kindergarten because he wasn't 5 years old on August 31st. Not that this camp did not have its advantages, more pay and working at a co-ed camp instead of the all boy camp he had been at the past few summers, were good reasons to switch. This camp is formatted into 12-day sessions, The scout camp was only 6 days; so kids had time to enjoy 'breakout' trips in wilderness camping, canoeing, or trophy-fishing for Lake Trout & Muskie. Camp Drake is a venture of the state's largest hunting club. The camp becomes a hunting retreat in the fall, and winter months. Member families have 28 days of exclusive enrollment beginning February 1st, for sending their kids to this summer camp, Non-members snatch up remaining slots by May 1st. Also motivating the switch was the fact that the new position was a far better opportunity with much better facilities than his old camp. Still, he was just wondering if it was enough. This camp is about an hour northwest from his family home in Duluth. He plans to pursue a forestry degree at the local state university. From the moment he had arrived, there had been trouble, namely the muscle bound trio that ran the aquatics and sports areas of the camp. To be truthful, Evan did not look the type of an outdoor expert, most people expected him to be tall, rippling with muscles, and have broad shoulders... all things that described his tormentors. Evan had the tall part, and some muscle, but clearly fell well short of expectations. Of course Evan knew that his area of expertise had little to do with how strong you are as much as what you knew. The strongest man in the world wouldn't last more than a few days in the wilderness, without the proper knowledge and supplies. Still Evan had managed to make a few friends on staff, and once the season had begun, things had gone relatively well; but overall it had been a disaster. As on the first day he had made a fool of himself right in front of the camp's version of Helen of Troy, Dana Reese. More than that though, he just seemed to get a vibe she utterly disliked him for some reason. Whatever the reason she had taken to calling him 'freak' after that first day, and unfortunately the name stuck, at least with the popular crowd. Dana is from Minnetonka, An uppity suburb of Minneapolis. Worse his big 4-day trip, the jewel of his program, looked to be an absolute flop. Few boys were interested and due to the fact that he had no female staff, no girls were allowed. A fact which Evan knew was cutting into his attendance. He knew several fence sitters were interested, but they were all boys whose hormones would not allow them to be away from the girls for too long, especially not a week. Because of this, Evan had pleaded with Fred the Camp Director for a female staffer to go with so he could bring girls and in turn get the extra boys, but it was a voluntary. As much as Fred wanted the new area to succeed, and as it had been his idea in the first place he did, he could not force one of the over-18 girls to go with. So Evan was stuck seemingly doomed for failure. Camp rules require a female staffer to be present for any activity that girls have access to. It was a mandate from the board of directors, on the recommendation of the liability committee. He had been traveling along some of the moonlit forest paths when he heard rustling up ahead. Remembering that night walks were against the rules, even for staff Evan crouched down and held still, waiting for signs of who or what had made the noise. He had been sitting there for a second before the mystery figure came into view. Whoever it was was slowly and carefully making their way back to the path often stopping to look at something before continuing on. It was only after watching the person that Evan realized what they were up to, they were examining various trees and plants and he could swear they were recording each find. Evan smiled, so it seemed the camp had a moonlight naturalist. Evan wondered who, but the darkness of the trees and the fact that they spent much of the time crouch kept him from telling for sure. Feeling curious, Evan stayed awaiting the moment when the mystery naturalist entered the moonlit path. He was sure to see who it was, then. He didn't have long to wait. A few minutes later the figure entered the path and Evan had no need to see her face, that silhouette could not be mistaken. Long hair he knew to be light brown that hung over her shoulders. Continuing down he saw the swell of her large set of breasts before her form flattened at her stomach. The slight swell of her amazing ass was just below and led into the long legs, legs that supported the 5'9 form of Dana Reese. Evan was shocked but recovered in time to notice that she was headed his way. Quickly, he headed back the way he came hoping she was so lost in her note taking, for seeing her on the path he realized she was carrying a pen and a pad of paper with her. By some measure of luck Evan made it back with his mind racing. What was a lifeguard who was the hottest, girliest, and seemingly the sluttiest girl in the camp doing, taking a nature hike in the moonlight? This did not fit in with her reputation at all. If someone had told him Dana Reese would be a nature lover, he would had called them crazy. Yet there it was, he had seen it with his own eyes. Before Evan fell asleep, he made a point to walk the next time the moon was bright to see if he had company. A few nights later a nearly full moon filled the night sky. Evan admired it before setting out from his cabin. This time he left as soon as he felt the coast was clear. Luckily his cabin had gotten to sleep early that night. He crept out of the boy section of cabins and waited in the trees near the girls' cabins hoping he would spot Dana leaving. It seemed fate smiled upon him again as a few minutes later, her unmistakable figure strode by. Evan watched where she went and waited a few minutes and after checking to see if it was clear, followed her. Admittedly he felt a little weird following Dana like he was stalking her, but he had to know what she was up to, tonight. This time she took no notes but simply walked to a pretty clearing and sat on a rock gazing at the moon seemingly at peace. As Evan entered the clearing behind her, he watched her silently as she took deep breaths of the air almost lovingly. He was not sure what drew him closer when he knew he should turn around. However some mystic force brought him closer to the girl sitting on the rock. Despite his feelings though it was his next act he would never be able to explain in a million years. "Lovely night, isn't it?" He asked, quietly standing only a few feet behind the oblivious Dana. The brunette jumped and nearly fell off the fortunately flat rock she was sitting on. "Freak! What are you..." she shouted in anger before remembering the situation and looking at him said, "Sorry, I mean you scared me, what are you doing out here?" Evan ignored the name some of the other 'popular' staffers had for him. "The same as you, it seems; enjoying a lovely moonlit night." Evan said, finding the cheesy words somewhere. To his surprise she just nodded and looked back at the moon. Then she surprised him by saying, "Yes, it's a shame so many of our co-workers don't realize the beauty of a night like this. All of them content to bathe in fluorescent light and sit in the AC. Nights like this make me feel alive, you know?" Evan was not sure why she said it, but he was glad. It seemed there was much more to the beautiful lifeguard than a gorgeous body and a slutty reputation. Evan just nodded and stood admiring the night with her for a while. Sometime later Dana seemed to have had her fill and rose from the rock. "Well you can stay if you like, but I'm headed to bed, goodnight Evan." "Goodnight," He said a little surprised; he used his real name instead of the customary 'freak.' Then, as an afterthought, he asked without turning, "Dana?" "What?" he heard her whisper back. "If you're coming out for the full moon tomorrow night, you might want to wear baggier clothes. You're rather easily identifiable in your current ones, especially in this light." There was a pause before she thanked him, and he heard her shuffle off through the field. He waited a few more minutes before heading back to his own cabin. Evan thought of sharing the moonlight with Dana and smiled knowing he had seen something of her which probably few had ever seen before. The next night he didn't bother following Dana but headed for the field. Sure enough there she was sitting on her rock. He greeted her, and this time she didn't jump. "Hi Evan. I wondered if you'd be here," she said, not taking her eyes off the moon. "I wondered the same, but figured a full moon like this is hard to pass up." He then saw she was wearing looser clothes. "I see you followed my wardrobe suggestion." "Yeah, well it was a good one. I forget about my uh, silhouette." "Yeah, But now, in this moonlight, they can probably see our faces. Starlight is better to sneak by." "Oh, but it's so hard to see by that kind of light." "They do have these things called flashlights Dana." "I know that," she said glaring at him, "But I hate ruining my night vision." "As do I, but it comes back. Besides I'd rather ruin my night vision then trip on a tree root." "You have a point," Dana said. Then she moved over on the rock and said, "Why don't you sit, there's room for the both of us." Evan, not wanting to argue, sat down next to her on the big rock. "You surprised me, Evan," Dana said a while later, out of the blue. "Yeah, sorry about that, last night..." Evan said a little sheepishly. "Well, that was also a shock, but I'm not talking about that. When you showed and I called you a name; I half expected blackmail or you to blab my secret." "Well, one; I'm not that type of guy; and two; it would have gotten me in trouble as well. I'm jut wondering why you feel you have to hide anything from people? So you like nature, so what? Just because you're pretty doesn't mean you can't like nature too?" "First off, I don't like nature and the outdoors, I love it. It's the main reason I come to this camp, as for why I hide it, that's a long story." "Well it's a nice night, and I got time, if you feel like telling, that is?” Dana looked at him, seemingly considering him for a bit, then said; "Oh, what the hell, why not? It'll be good to tell someone, but you can't tell a soul what you hear. Do and it'll be a long summer for you." Evan nodded, thinking it was already shaping up to be a long summer as it was, and she launched into her tale. It turned out her parents were the sort that drove their children hard. Demanding excellence and promising pain when she failed. Her dad had his mind set on her being some kind of doctor or lawyer, and wouldn't hear of anything else. Her mom could care less what she did so long as she looked pretty, and gave them plenty of grandkids. Dana learned early the price of disappointing her parents, and it was too much to bear. Now she lived by her parents' wishes, only stealing a few things she truly desired, when she could. Summing it up, she turned to Evan and said; "Which is how I got here, I told dad it'll look good on my college admission application. Well it worked, I got in. I was able to convince Dad that one last summer couldn't hurt. I wish I could spend it doing what you're doing, but mom said I had to be a camp lifeguard because they look prettier." "So what do you want to be?" "You'll laugh," she said, and Evan shook his head and reassured her he wouldn't. She sighed and said "A Park Ranger." No sooner had she told him, than her problem made sense as did the late night walks. "I see you can't do it because you dad will hate it, and because your mom probably thinks it below a pretty girl like you." She nodded. They sat enjoying the moon some more and discussing a few other things before both decided to call it a night. Evan left surprised at how easy Dana was to talk to when she didn't have her bitch persona active. The next night the moon was dimmer and later, and so were his nights with Dana, or so he thought. A little over a week after the full moon Evan got a note from Dana. She wanted to challenge his flashlight theory. It turned out to be a perfect night to star gaze. The pair laid on their rock pointing out stars and constellations that they knew. When they ran out Evan was surprised to feel Dana's hand grip his. Before he could react she spoke. "You know it's weird, I know. We only met up twice to watch the moon but I missed this. I feel so free when I'm out here with you. I can be me and no one is judging me, just my friend Evan and I; enjoying the beauty of the outdoors." "Dana we can do this as often as we're able if you want." For the next two weeks they did just that. She smiled and said, "I'd like that." “By the way,” Evan asked as Dana and he were returning to the cabin area; “What college are you going to, this fall? “The U of M Duluth” Dana answered. “But Dad doesn't know that I'm planning to switch majors in the spring.” Evan could barely contain his glee. She was going to be living in Duluth, this fall! Evan knew some higher power was shining on him because those two weeks had some of the prettiest nights he had ever seen. Then again, a lot of things seem prettier when you have a pretty girl along and even better when she's cuddled close to you. The next evening, Evan told Dana that he lives just 3 miles from the UMD campus. Dana was so excited and asked him endless questions about campus life and local accommodations. Over those two weeks the pair grew closer and closer sharing their dreams and desires with each other. Evan talked about his breakout wilderness camping itinerary. "God, I'm so envious, Evan. A whole week in the forest, what I wouldn't give to go," Dana said after Evan mentioned the upcoming trip. Sign up for the week of prep classes, was coming soon. "Then why don't you? I've been asking Fred for a female staffer to come, so the girls can come with for a while now." "Evan, you know why I can't." she said quietly. Evan did know, it was the same reason that despite their closeness, Dana had maintained being a bitch to him in front of her friends. He took it stoically knowing she did not really mean it. His heart sank, remembering the reason he had not brought it up before. Then all the sudden he had a brainstorm. "Wait, Dana, I got it! How hard would it be to get in major trouble this week?" "Not hard, why?" "Because if I know Fred; he'll give you something real nasty if you do something majorly bad, something like accompanying a guy you hate into the icky wilderness for a whole week. Especially if I've happened to plead my case to him right before he hears what you've done." "That's brilliant!" Dana said with a smile that then faded as she thought of something, "Wait, wouldn't that seem a bit odd to people. I happened to get in trouble the night you lobby for a female staffer to come with on the trip?" "Yeah, that'll happen Dana, everyone thinks we despise each other. Why would anyone assume we are working together? Fred will probably think its providence and just roll with it. Besides you're perfect. You should draw a few girls in and girls will draw in my fence sitters. Plus you get to trick the camp into getting to go on the trip and I'll even make Fred assign you private lessons, so your skills will be up to snuff by trip time." Dana felt an inward joy at the prospect of helping younger girls discover the marvels of nature. It stirred in her a sense of greater purpose. She smiled for a second then hugged him with joy. It was not the first time, as she often said goodbye after their nights together that way. But something felt different about this hug. Evan looked at her to see what it was, and his vision became filled with her pretty brown eyes. She then held his chin and Evan knew what was coming next and eagerly anticipated it. He felt the soft lips touch his and it was if fireworks had been set off in every part of his body as his nerves burned with excitement. He returned the kiss best he could and pulled Dana closer, still not believing he was kissing the hottest girl in camp. When the kiss broke, Dana spoke. "I'm sorry I don't know;hmm" Her apology cut off by Evan's lips hungrily seeking more of that feeling he got from kissing her. She returned the kiss willingly and for the rest of the night the pair just made out under the star-filled sky. It would be one of the most memorable of Evan's life. After that night if no one was around he always got a goodnight kiss from Dana. The next day Evan's plan worked perfectly. No sooner had he finished telling Fred the advantages of assigning a female staffer to the camping trip than low and behold Dana broke the rule about flirting with the campers one too many times. As both Dana and Evan had hoped; Fred immediately assigned her to the trip for punishment. Admittedly Evan had had a point. If Dana, the pool goddess that many of the girls in camp practically worshipped, could not boost attendance among the girls and by extension the boys, no one could. As promised, Evan even asked for the lesson time when he heard it was Dana coming along. That night Evan and Dana met up and he gave her a slightly hard time about being jealous of the boys at the pool. She ignored it and kissed him, this time using her tongue. "There baby, you still jealous of the kids at the pool? None of them get to kiss me, especially like that, only a real man, my man, gets to do that." "Your man?" Evan asked confused and a bit dazed... was he really her boyfriend? "Yes silly," she answered seemingly anticipating Evan's question, "You're my boyfriend and the best one I've ever had, too. I've shared things with you I'd never dared share with anyone before. Now I have a surprise for you, to thank you for your help and to make up for that flirting I did." "Oh well, you already did that." "I want there to be no doubts, Big boy, now close your eyes and lay flat on the rock." Evan had no idea what she had in mind but soon found out when he felt his zipper get pulled down. Second later he felt his shorts and boxers pulled down and only absolute trust in Dana kept him from opening his eyes. He felt his cock go hard and could not help but smile at the gasp from Dana. Evan may not have been the strongest man in camp but there was one place he was not lacking size. He could only imagine the look on Dana's face; as the over nine inch cock stood proudly in front of her. He heard her shift slightly as her hand began stroking his shaft. "You have a beautiful cock Evan," she said "Now relax while I make it feel real good." The next thing he felt was her warm lips enveloping the hard shaft. After that everything outside of that mouth and tongue ceased to exist. He enjoyed the feeling until he could hold back no longer. Somehow he managed to tap her on the head and she only sucked harder. He came, and shot after shot of his warm cum erupted into her waiting mouth, and Dana swallowed it all. When he regained the ability of rational thought Evan could not believe he had just gotten a blow job from Dana Reese. She pulled his pants and underwear back up for him before cuddling up to hi

Matching Day: Part 2

MATCHING DAY: PART 2 THE STRUGGLE FOR HONESTY, AND THE GRACE TO ACCEPT.. Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess [https://www.literotica.com/authors/SmallTownPrincess/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Spring-2025/MatchingDay2.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/Spring-2025/MatchingDay2.jpg] "So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds. "Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day." Livia sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to the ends of the earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't tell him that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems was to run off into the wilderness and never look back. "They must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for you - and build you a house! My father expected my match to do that with his own two hands." "Nah, they mostly just like being a spectacle in town, and a big wedding's the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you. As for the house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child with them paving the way for me like this." "I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!" Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake." "Nineteen?" "I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so I think I'm probably the oldest in ours." A chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered, enjoying Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that way. She lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily. "Mason?" "Hmm?" "Do you still intend to marry her?" He shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested on it. "That big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it to one of my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you." The chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the night, foreboding as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair. "What are we going to do, Mason?" "What do you mean?" "What are you we going to do? I mean, you're supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia, and I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People are going to notice if either of those things don't happen." "We could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, " Mason said doubtfully, and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly not an option. "Or we could run, like I said originally." "There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured. "Then, I suppose, this is our only option." "What is?" "This. Meetings, like this." "What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret like this?" "Sure, why not?" "Won't someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak out every night?" Mason was living with Salvia's family until his own house was built in Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking advantage of sleeping just down the hall from her. "Probably not, and even if they do, I told them the very first day I went home with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep outside, under the stars." He chuckled. "They probably think I'm quite odd, but it really is nice, sometimes, to just lay out here and look up at them." Livia snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the dancing points of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what happens next month, when your family send word for you to come home with her?" "Hmm, the guys from Micrague probably don't remember what my match looked like, and you could answer to Salvia for the rest of your life, " "But the girls who matched those boys would know I didn't match you. They'll definitely remember that I was the one who ended up with no one to love but a dead boy I never met." "Gods, Livia, I don't know," he said, sounding frustrated. "What do you want me to say? That this can only go on until I'm called home?" "Can't it?" "Maybe it'll have to stop when I'm called home," he said, then shook his head fiercely. "No. No, one way or another, I'm going to marry you someday, Livia Russing." Hearing her last name from his lips sent a jolt of reality through her system. "I don't know your last name, Mason," she said, eyes still fixed on the glittering treasure of the heavens. "It's Griersley. Don't let that be the deciding point against me when you're deciding whether or not you want to marry me," he said with a grin. "It's not bad." "Is bad enough." "But I still don't know you well enough to say that I love you, Mr. Griersley," she said, grinning a little herself. "For all I know, you could be an axe murderer." "Well, you've been alone with me for hours now. Have you seen any signs that I'm going to be a danger to you?" She giggled, then settled into seriousness. "No, I don't think you would hurt me." He was still in a silly mood, grabbing her lightly around the neck and cackling evilly. "Now I've got you, princess!" he said in a nasal, grating voice. "You only thought I asked you here because I'm falling for you. In fact, I'm a hideous villain, bent on killing the loveliest and most brilliant girls in every community. You're my next victim!" Livia laughed, twisting to kiss him again. It felt more natural every time their lips met; after hours of it, she felt like she'd been born to kiss him. Dawn bleached the horizon and made the trees stand like motionless skeletons. Livia savored the taste of Mason's lips on hers as she clambered back into bed, wishing her quilt-shrouded mattress was half as comfortable as his arms. With the promise of seeing him again that night, having him all to herself for hours and hours, she could make it through another day. She just wished night would come a little sooner. There were moments, in the next few weeks, that made Livia wonder if the gods were making up for tormenting her with Bracken's death by saturating every moment with exhilarating euphoria. Mason, his face glowing with the radiance of the simple joy her presence brought him, danced with her in the moon's spotlight, humming a song he made up on the spot, her twirling feet sending leaves spinning all around them and making the breeze whirl and seethe with jealousy. His teeth stood like pearly bits of star against his tan skin as he laughed, dipping her low enough that her hair brushed the dirt forest floor, then bringing her lightly back to her feet with an easy, undemanding kiss. Combing his fingers through her hair, he poured nonsense pieces of poetry into the night, laughing occasionally at a particularly horrible rhyme, calling for her to contribute as well. But she wouldn't interrupt the uninhibited rhythm of his deep, pleasant voice; she let his words roll pleasantly over her soul while his fingers did the same to her scalp. Electricity lanced the night as their lips mimicked each other's shape, and each of them drew life from the other's wholehearted ardor. Livia whispered, "I do, after all." "Do what?" "Love you." Mason wrapped around her, keeping her warm as her discarded clothes could not. His lips were drawing a lazy line of kisses from her forehead down her nose, over her lips and onto her neck. He sucked gently at the spot where her neck ended and shoulder began, then dusted kisses across her collarbones. His hands ran lightly along her sides, fingers brushing her skin from tits to hips and back again. She brushed her fingers through his hair, tugged on it in a mute request for him to make his way back to her mouth and kiss her as he had been for weeks, but his mouth was quite busy venturing to previously unexplored territory. Mason's lips pressed against her sternum, and the softness just above her belly button, and then the softness just below. He shifted back onto his heels so he could more easily massage his way down her thighs and to her knees. Hungrily, he eyed her body. "Mason?" She could barely manage the breath to whisper his name. Something was making her chest tight, making it hard to bring in air; she realized after a moment that it was fear. That was the thing with Mason , he frightened her. Not because he would ever hurt her, but because he looked at life and asked for more than he was given. He pushed boundaries. His fingers were testing her boundaries now, working their way back up the inside of her legs and finding the intersection of her legs. He bent low, kissing her thigh just south of where his fingers rested, and his breath was both hot and cold on her body. It made her suddenly aware of a dampness there she did not recognize. "Mason," she said again, more forcefully this time, and his eyes met hers. "Yes?" She licked her lips, trembling as he continued to breathe on her slick folds. "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do?" "Only if you want it," Mason replied. He stared up at her for at least a minute before she realized she was meant to respond positively or negatively, but she had no answer. How could she think with his mouth practically pressed to her lips there? "Livia? Do you want to?" "I, " She observed the tenderness with which he was stroking her thigh, and melted a bit. "Yes. Please." Mason grinned. He leaned in just a bit closer and touched his lips to her, then slid his tongue between her folds, trailing it up to the nub of her clitoris , she gasped and tried to keep from shuddering, not wanting to break the contact , and then down until he circled her slit. His eyes sought hers, looking for approval; he must have seen it in her face, because he began to move his tongue in earnest, sliding it up and down, then delving into her opening as deeply as he could. Livia squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the feelings, but the intensity gave her a sense of vertigo so intense she almost felt herself sliding along the forest floor, as though the world had tipped off its axis. She clutched at Mason's shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails in harder than she realized. As Mason's warm mouth moved against her most sensitive places, she began to feel something completely new. It was a need she had never experienced before, an urgent and desperate desire so foreign that she could hardly guess how to fulfill it. She would have thought that Mason's current activity would relieve it somehow, but it was only sharpening the edge on her hunger. "Mason, I need;” she started. She wasn't sure how to finish. Mason stopped immediately, sensing her distress, sitting up and wiping his mouth. "What? What do you need?" "I don't, know." She spoke quietly, distractedly. When Mason sat up, he revealed the entirety of his nude form, and Livia found her attention drawn to his sizable manhood, standing at attention. She stared, beginning to get an idea of what it was she needed. Picking up on her thoughts as though she was speaking them aloud, Mason abandoned his eager, if inexperienced, efforts to please her with his mouth and bent to press his body against hers again. He held himself just far enough off her that his weight would not oppress her, but the full length of his feverishly warm body covered hers, and the full length of his member pressed against her mound, pulsing slightly with each heartbeat. Slowly, painfully slowly, Mason slid his hips down, pulling his cock down her body until the head rested just where her lower lips parted, and then gravity and her own moisture pulled it the rest of the way. It came to rest just where it belonged, against her opening. "Is this what you want?" Mason asked. With his mouth on her throat as it was, she felt more than heard his words. She nodded, eyes closed. "Yes." There was really no pain. Livia was surprised; she had heard from other girls that it was quite unpleasant the first time, sometimes even traumatic, but perhaps they had not had such tender first lovers, or perhaps they had not been so achingly, drenchedly eager to have their lover inside them. Livia hadn't even been aware of how badly she wanted Mason within her until he was, and all her tension drained out of her with a long sigh. "It's perfect," she said, marveling at the fit of him in her. They were made for each other. For many long minutes they were motionless, sharing each other , they were no longer two people, but a single entity, joined intimately. "I'm yours, Livia." Mason's voice was husky, and Livia saw that it was costing him something to remain still, not to just claim her from the inside out; she saw also in the way he wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed as if he would never let go that he was happy to remain frozen in place and share the moment, happy even as he strained for more. "And I'm yours. Take me, Mason." And he did. Eventually they fell asleep, still connected, and didn't wake until larks' songs began to break the stillness of the air with the dawn. Just when she thought nothing could be more perfect, more beautiful, the gods realized their carelessness in letting too much rapture concentrate in just two small hearts, and they began to set things back to rights. Livia picked her way through the now-familiar path from her house to their meeting place in the trees, stepping lightly over fallen branches and dodging snags and thorns with ease. She'd sat at her window all afternoon, watching the sun in its path, wishing it haste as it progressed toward the horizon. Her mother wondered what had gotten into her, but didn't mourn the change. It had been painful to see her daughter in such misery after Matching Day. Just a little ways now, she thought cheerfully, wanting to whistle but deciding that would be imprudent. The fear of what they were doing didn't eat at her anymore, and she could almost forget, in the flawless moments with Mason, that there was anything wrong in what they did. When she saw Salvia, her face did not burn with blood, as it did at the beginning, and she did not hunch her shoulders against imagined accusations as she crossed the town now. At the very moment it always seemed she had been walking too far, that she must have passed the clearing completely and needed to turn around, she saw Mason. He was standing much as he had been the first night they'd met here, his hands balled into fists in his pockets, his eyes on the sky, standing in what she now recognized was his tensest stance, directly in the center of the clearing. He was wholly illuminated by a moon that approached full, and she could see the glistening tracks of tears on both cheeks, the slightest quiver to his bottom lip. Pain spiked just beneath her breastbone as she wondered distressedly what had upset him. "Mason?" she called, tumbling out of the trees and into his arms. He barely caught her as she tripped over the undergrowth, landing ungracefully against his chest, and when she looked up into his face, she had never seen such despair. "You came," he said brokenly. "I hoped you wouldn't." "What?" Rustling footsteps all around them told of the presence of others, and Mason's hands tightened on her upper arms as if he could somehow squeeze her out of sight. Livia's head swiveled frantically from side to side as she tried to see each face as they appeared, grimacing, out of the shadows; at the front of them all, she saw Salvia's triumphant countenance. And Mason's eyes never left hers, never stopped pleading with her to forgive him for asking her to meet him the very first time. She had the horrible, world-shaking, vomit-inducing thought that, perhaps, he had tired of her and betrayed her. Her eyes begged his to assure her that this could never be true, but there was too much self-condemnation in their greyness for her to be sure. "You have broken a match, you and Miss Livia Russing, who was unmatched and took it upon herself to tear apart two compatible souls" "Livia did not take it upon herself," Mason interjected. "I convinced her. I persuaded her to meet me there." "Regardless, she took part in the breaking." "No, no, none of it was her fault. Aren't you listening to me? She didn't intend to do anything wrong. If anyone deserves any sort of punishment, it's me. I knew full well what the consequences would be if I were caught, and I chose to do it anyway." "Did you ever stop to consider your matched pair? Salvia?" "Salvia and I were never compatible. Never. You must have made a mistake;” "We do not make mistakes! We are the Matching Council. We know what is best for the community, and it's self-important children like you that sow dissension." "You made at least one mistake, didn't you? Or did you forget so easily that you left Livia without a match?" "Her situation was unfortunate, but not the fault of the Matching Council. If anyone should be blamed, it's the elders of Micrague for allowing such a tragedy to happen on their ground." "Unfortunate? Unfortunate? You condemned her to a lifetime alone. And someone like Livia should never, ever be left alone. Someone like Salvia, on the other hand, " "Enough! Talking to this boy further serves no purpose. He has already told us what we need to know. Tomorrow, he and the girl will receive their twenty lashes." "Wait, wait, you're not listening! Livia didn't do anything wrong! Just by being caught, she's probably punished herself more than you ever could. Please, please, by the gods, have some mercy! She doesn't deserve any punishment!" "Whether or not you feel she has done anything wrong, the law states that forty l