He began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and rubbing it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in the sensual care that he took in his massage.
Dear Diary,
I am reading what I have just written. I highly suspect that Carla will not be a wallflower or tomboy acting fool when she starts school this year!
A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to alight on Carla's face, and she swatted at it. This caused her body to move downward. If this was her intent, she never let on, yet now the bottom of her foot now was just touching his crotch.
As he continued to massage her ankle, she could feel his back and forth action caused her foot to rub up and down against his penis.
His methodical repetition caused her to relax and devote her attention on the thought that although it was her foot, she was actually touching a boys privates. It caused her to think back to the many times that she had explored herself in the darkness of the night and imagined what a boys penis might feel like.
She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the penis inside his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his heart at the touch of her. Carla definitely wanted more. Her main concern was that her father might be coming back up the trail at any moment and catch her being with a boy, let alone the hope that this would be more than a simple conversation. Carla then told Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it a little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the fact that her foot was still sore and leaned on him for support.
Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she asked Tom if he might help her walk a little ways. Thomas was quick to reply that he would. So she headed at an angle away from the trail her father had used, yet still within hearing (little to their knowledge, in sight) of her father.
As they settled down a small distance away, Carla lay down in the tall grass and lifted her sore ankle up so that she knew Thomas could gaze down at the gap formed in the legs of her shorts. She was wearing her flowery pink panties and as the sun glinted off them through the gap she had formed. She saw the bulge in his shorts increase in size and his eyes glued to her.
He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again, and she told him yes, and that he could do the foot also. He laughed at that and said he'd be glad to oblige her in any of her needs.
With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he reached down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts and tugged them down from her waist.
Removing the confining material that separated him from her, left her laying there clad only in her tee-shirt and pale blue panties.
He caught the waistband of her silky undergarments and pulled them down, letting her mound come into view.
He removed her panties the rest of the way and leaned over and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down. She corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to fast and to go at a slower pace.
He obliged by decreasing his rhythm, and reaching up her shirt to cup her left breast. As he leaned over her to reach her breasts, his cock was now straining to be free of his shorts and she reached down and pulled the waistband away allowing his penis to spring into view. He leaned more on top of her and his cock was now hovering inches above her crotch. She reached down and encased the penis with her tiny hands. This allowed her to give him pleasure, while insuring he didn't accidentally forget and try to ram it inside her, while she was in such a vulnerable position.
She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant allowing his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The smacking sounds that his hand made against her mound, along with the fingers sliding in and out, caused her to start her first orgasm. Her muscles in her vagina contracted and she began to pummel her fist up and down his rigid penis. He thrust his hips in unison with her fist and suddenly drew away. He asked her if she trusted him. She said yes, but she was not ready for intercourse, as she was saving herself. He told her to lie down and place her legs together.
He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under her back.
The he lay on top of her and told her that he promised there would be no penetration inside of her. He slid his cock toward her mound and the small triangle it formed and as the head of his hard throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she jumped as if electrified.
He then slid down until his penis was positioned over the Y formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward, his penis separated her pussy lips and passed by the entrance to her womb, continuing on between her legs, past her anus and touching the grass below them. As he drew up for another plunge, a moan escaped Carla's throat and she began the longest, deepest, orgasm she had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to have his penis plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrust repeatedly, giving no mercy to her emotions.
Her legs squeezed as tightly as they could, giving as much pressure to surrounding his penis as possible. His thrusting became faster and her nipples brushed against his chest and became even more erect. He leaned down and caressed them with his tongue. As she buckled her hips up to meet his downward drive, she came again and again in waves of pleasure. Suddenly he spurted his hot white semen all over her love mound, causing its slickness to lubricate his penis through her vaginal lips.
He spewed forth so much semen that it dribbled down her crotch and up the crack of her behind. Her orgasm came to a peak and they lay together for what seemed like hours. It was wonderful that she had now discovered that it was possible to come so close to having intercourse, yet still refrain from penetration.
Satisfied, knowing this left her so much to discover yet, but enabling them to share such a beautiful relationship. Neither of them felt cheated. Thomas told her that he had read about doing it this way in a biology book. It was a form of birth control used often in the old days before condoms and the pill.
She laughed at him and lifted her face to his and kissed him deeply on the cheek. She replied, “Thank goodness for books, our parents would have never told us this truth.” “And remember they are always harping on us to do our homework and reading is a part of homework…” They both laughed at that.
Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each other after today, but were content in the moment that they had shared together. He promised he would write, as his finger was still drawing little circles around her nipples. She said that she would cherish each letter and keep them forever, as she played with his now limp penis. They explored each others bodies, as if to memorize them forever.
Dear Diary,
Here ends my story of Carla's first real experience into the sexual world. Who would have ever believed we were both lucky enough to share the same day to be introduced into the adult life. I will now get into what happened right after Carla and the boy headed back to the clearing.
Carla's father and I had observed it all from our hiding place above. Mike seemed almost in tears, and I asked him why he was so sad. He said that he had just lost his little girl, and was sad, yet was happy that she was now on her way to becoming a women, which also made him proud.
Mike told me that he was also glad that Carla had taken to heart all the things he had taught her and she was still pure, yet satisfied. He said that he knew the day would come when she would begin following the path to becoming an adult, and was glad that it had been with someone who was so tender and caring.
His greatest fear would have been that some male would have just used her and then thrown her away like a rag doll. Now she realizes that some men can be passionate and even hot blooded boys can know there are many ways of expressing love.
We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back toward the clearing where her father had left from. I noticed that Carla was no longer limping, yet she was still holding tight to Thomas. Mike looked at me and said, “Let's go for a walk, to give them time to cool down and get themselves organized.” He took my hand and we wandered down the trail, towards the clear blue lake.
Reaching the clear blue water, he sat on a nearby rock and indicated for me to sit down next to him. We just sat there for a few minutes and held hands. Neither of us said anything. I leaned more on Mike's shoulder and the comfort of his strength, that led me to know that he was more than just a friend. He was a teacher, a companion, and her my special friend.
I knew that even should we never touch each other again, that the time we had shared teaching me, and exploring each others most intimate fantasies, made life worth living. It was like someone who had only seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly reach out and touch one. The scent and texture of it overwhelming. The beauty that nature blessed them with was such a wonderful experience.
That person had never missed real flowers out of ignorance or censorship and would have been content with just gazing on the picture. Yet now that the chance had been given to explore the real item, it allowed that person to become special in their own way.
We held hands for what seemed like eternity before rising to go back towards the clearing Carla was.
Dear Diary,
I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with is as caring and gentle as Mike was in teaching me about sexuality.
We both know that we can never be more than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and woman. But we will always have these cherished moments when he took time out of his life to share his maturity and experiences with me. Now I may even be more prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age may try to get me in.
Mike and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Carla had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Carla was never more than a few feet behind him. Mike and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them.
They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.
Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.
The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Carla said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Carla told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Carla would do the same in return.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours.
We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house.
Pulling onto the street where Mike and Carla lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Mike tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.
My brother, Terry, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Mike said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Terry said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.
I noticed the way that Carla was now looking at Terry. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at.