I returned to my room. I was thinking life wasn't fair. I knew that it was wrong to have intercourse at so young an age, but Mark and Stacey sure seemed like they had enjoyed themselves, much more than the simple experimenting in sexuality, I had so far pursued.
I lay down in bed and thought about the many new horizons that had been awaken in my sleeping body recently.
I thought about safe sex and the condoms the boys had thrown at me. I still had them, and knew if I were to go into Dave's room, he would gladly oblige me reach to be a complete woman. He would wear a "rain-coat" and protect me from getting pregnant, but I felt that I would know when that time was, and this early in my life was not one of them.
One of my friends had been sexually abused and I thought that must be the worst, as the girl had not willingly participated. I could see how it must have been quite frightful, as even when I was in control, I was still nervous. But at least I had a choice in it and it helped that I was ready for the small amount we had tried so far. I hoped the man that had touched my friend would have his cock rot off. Thank goodness Dave understood how I felt and knew just how far to let our emotions run.
I decided I would settle for just some sexual playing around, so I got back up and went down the hall to where Dave lie sleeping. I knew he was really out this time.
As I edged up to the bed, I removed my nighty and clad only in my skimpy panties, crawled under the sheets with him. It felt good to sneak into bed with him, my budding nipples rested against his back. I reached around him and slipped my hand inside his bikini briefs. His manhood reacted to my touch.
I was content with the gentle pumping action as I slid my hand up and down his semi-erect shaft. Bringing it to its full erected state, I pressed my chest against his back, brushing my nipples against his skin, until they stood out firm and hard.
The sensation I felt was overwhelming. Dave continued sleeping through it all.
I could tell he was out of it, but his manhood was mine to control and I began pumping his hard shaft faster and faster. My other hand was working inside my cherry, bringing waves of tremors to my vaginal muscles.
He was now moving his hips in reaction to my fingers teasing the length of his rod. Suddenly he ejaculated and my orgasm caused me to pump my hips against his buttocks. My light tuft of pubic hair tickled his behind and I felt my control slipping away.
As I spasmed in my own pool of emotion, I gently leaned over and decided I wanted to wake him up, so he might teach me more of this wonderful experience.
I kept my hand wrapped around his low limpid penis. After a few moments, I began pumping him again with hopes that he might gain another erection.
I continued this for what seemed like minutes, whispering in hear ear for him to awaken, until his breathing grew much more rapid and I knew that he was coming awake. Dave rolled toward me and looked over at me with those caring eyes. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I whispered for him to slide himself between my legs as the boyscout had done to Stacey earlier. He told me to roll away from him and place my back against his chest. I could feel his hardening cock burrowing its way between the cheeks of my buttocks.
He reached down and pulled the elastic holding the thin material over my crotch to one side. He reached around me and cupped my breasts in his hand. Gently pinching my nipples and bringing them to their excited state, I felt his manhood sliding up toward my tiny vagina.
I was so wet and lubricated that he could have easily slipped himself inside of me, but out of respect and caring, he told me to guide his shaft with my hand.
I reached down and placed pressure on him as he plunged his penis through my vaginal lips.
The tender explosions I felt, caused me to give a small moan. I held his shaft tightly against my virgin tunnel.
Guiding it over to strike against my clitoris on the far side. Another tremor was felt deep inside me. I felt like every emotion in my body was fighting to win. I was crying and laughing all simultaneously. I realized that people could have sex, or they could make love, or they could share this type of moment when they were just two people who cared so much for each other that they would do almost anything to please the other. I wondered how many women
His thrusting action was increasing and I felt my second wave of orgasm screaming for release. His cock was now pumping faster and faster. My vagina cried for the feeling of his cock to stretch their inner walls, As his pubic hairs ticked my behind and the tip of his cock plowed its way through my pussy lips, it slammed into my clitoris and I jerked again and again in the most intense orgasm. He spurted forth his hot semen. It dribbled over my love mound and added to the lubrication my own body had given. I moaned louder as the cum hit my clitoris and every drop made me spasm in pure blissfulness.
We lay there throughout the rest of the night. His manhood trapped between my legs. I knew now that sex is not sexuality or two bodies just banging away in the night. That I remained pure and intact, yet had grown into the ways of giving the utilmate pleasure to someone else. My knowledge that life at this point in my life was complete made me content with life itself. I knew that should life ever throw me a rough time, I could escape into the safety of memories of this ending day of summer.
The next day I arose and left with my brother for our house. Looking back, I waved good-bye to David and Stacey. I said, "Thank You!" To which Stacey relied, "You're welcome." But Dave knew who I was really thanking and with the smile on his face and the glint in his eye, I realized he knew as well that I was really directing my thanks to him… I wondered what I would really write in my essay on how summer vacation had been.