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Hiking With Kim

By: Cuda_Candy



I slipped my arms through the straps of my pack, locked up the truck, and made my way through the parking lot to the trailhead. I had a bit of a hike ahead of me and the temperature was in the mid-90s with high humidity. Hopefully the shaded trail would be cooler than this asphalt parking lot, I thought to myself as I weaved my way around the parked cars.

"More research today, Doc?" came a voice from behind me.

"Jim!" I said, shaking hands with my former college friend. "I thought they had you working the northern range this summer."

"They do," he replied. "I'm just down here for a week covering for one of the guys who had a death in his family. What about you? Still working on that paper about chestnut trees?"

"Well, the paper turned into a book. I'm going in today to get some photographs just below the rockslide on the Craig Cliff Trail. There was a good patch of saplings there last year and hopefully they haven't fallen to the blight yet. I'll be in there overnight and most likely be out by 4 o'clock tomorrow."

"Good luck and keep an eye out. We might be getting some serious weather through here later today," he warned. "Check in at the ranger shack before you leave. I'll be there 'til five."

"Will do," I said, giving a friendly salute while starting into the woods.

Jim was a great guy and a close friend in college. He wanted to be a state trooper but somewhere along the line, the lure of the mountains took over and he traded in his ideas of patrolling the pavement for a life on the trails. A good move on his part, considering I knew his love for the wilderness. It was the same bug that bit me a few years back when I started out in marine biology and ended up teaching ecology at the state college. I got my PhD last year and I always chuckle to myself when I look back. Coming out of high school I thought washing dishes at Denny's would be the highlight of my life, but my father was right all along. You can do a lot if you just apply yourself.

The trail followed the Bear River, which seemed a bit low for this time of year. The forest kept the temperature down somewhat but the humidity was unbearable. I soaked a cloth in the river and tied it around my neck several times to try and stay cool. If Jim was right, hopefully a front would come through later. For me, it couldn't come soon enough. On the other hand, I hate setting up camp in the rain.

I passed several people on the way in. There was a guy with only one shoe. He said he lost the other in the river while soaking his feet. Then there were two guys sitting alongside the trail nursing a pint of Jim Beam. They asked me if I saw their friend along the trail, to tell her they'd meet her at the parking lot. "Sure," I said as I moved along. I sometimes wonder............ Well, that's a thought for another time. There was a family of four where Dad was demonstrating his knowledge of the woods. He didn't quite have all his facts right, but that was okay. At least he was trying and letting his kids know there was more to life than video games.

I had been hiking for almost two and a half hours when I came to the Austin Loop Trail. A sign pointed to the left, directing the hiker. The Craig Cliff Trail went straight, however it had been closed off 15 years ago when a storm caused a landslide. A large portion of Craig Cliff let go, covering the trail up the mountain with huge boulders, making it impassable. The loop took you around the slide but added another half hour to one's hiking time.

I was staying with the Craig Cliff Trail and continued straight on the now overgrown path for about a quarter mile. I passed the area of chestnut trees, which was the object of my trip. I then cut off the trail and set up camp in a small pine grove where my father and I always camped when I was a kid. I gathered as much down dry wood as I could before setting up my tent. The sky was darkening to the west and it looked like Jim was right. It was good to have dry wood for when the rain set in.

It was at this point when I heard a voice. I thought I was hearing things at first, and went back to staking my tent. Then I heard it again. I walked out to the trail and looked in the direction I had come from. Nobody. I heard the voice again and now knew it was coming from behind me. I walked the 100 yards to the bend in the trail where the rock slide began. I looked up to see someone on the rock pile trying to make the descent on their butt.

"Are you alright?" I yelled up.

"What the fuck! Get me down from here," the person replied.

I climbed as high as I could until I reached a huge boulder that prevented me from going any further. The voice was that of a woman. She continued swearing and cussing until reaching the top of the boulder I was standing under.

"Eddy, you bastard, I'm going to kill you when I get down from here."

I poked my head around the side of the huge rock to see the face of a young, very attractive girl looking down at me. Her eyes were framed by her shoulder length auburn hair and her tanned skin was smooth as silk without a blemish to be seen. She wasn't beautiful like a model or having that Barbie doll look. It was more of a friendly, natural, healthy aura that she projected. I will admit that I was quite taken by her.

"I'm not Eddy." I smiled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were one of my friends," she started to cry.

I felt a drop or two of rain on my cheek. "Come on. I'll help you down."

"I don't know if I can," she sniffled. "I sprained my ankle earlier and I can't put much weight on it."

"Which ankle?" I questioned.

"My right one."

I took a moment to formulate a plan of attack. "Okay, slide over between these two rocks. Hold on to them while you lower yourself down and get your feet onto my shoulders. I should be able to get you to the rock I'm on from there."

She followed my instructions and started sliding her feet toward me, treating me to a clear view up the leg of her hiking shorts. There was no time to get excited about her white panties with pink hearts, though in any other circumstance I would have had a hard-on ripping through my pants. Her feet made it to my shoulders. I started to squat down but realized this wasn't going to work so I recommended she bend her knees and lower herself until I could get my arms around her waist. That worked and I soon had her standing next to me. The rain drops got a little heavier, followed by a rumble of thunder.

"Come on, We've got to get off this rock pile. Can you walk at all?"

"No but I can slide over the rocks like I did at the top," she responded.

I held on to her shoulder and tried to steady her as her well rounded butt slid over each boulder. We were almost to the bottom when the sky opened up and the rain came down on us in sheets. She tried to hurry but I slowed her down if for no other reason, than for safety's sake.

"You might as well take your time. I don't want anyone getting hurt and besides, we can't get any wetter than we are now," I said.

We reached the bottom and I put her arm over my shoulder. We hobbled down the trail and reached camp. I started throwing the dry wood into the tent. The trees had protected the pile well, so I was relieved that I could soon get a fire going.

"What can I do to help?" My guest asked.

"Grab the end of that tarpaulin and tie it, just over your head, to that tree."

I took the other end and tied it low so the rain would run off. The trees were no protection now as the rain had saturated their branches. We both crawled into the tent to wait it out.

"We look like two drowned rats." I laughed. "I'm Ken Palmer."

"Hi, I'm Kim Poulan," she said with a smile that made her even more attractive.

"Ah! Same initials," I said. I knew there was something I liked about her.

I reached into my pack and pulled out a beach towel. "Here, you better get out of those clothes. You can wrap this around you while I get a fire going. Just make sure you ring those clothes outside the tent."

The rain had let up somewhat but I still had to keep the fire low. I strung up a line for drying whatever we could, before getting back in the tent to get out of my own wet clothing.

"I can hang these up while you get out of your wet clothes. Just pass them out when you're ready and I'll hang yours up too," she told me.

"The rain has stopped." Kim yelled. "It looks like there might be patches of blue sky."

"If it clears at least we'll be dry. It might get chilly tonight," I told her. "Let's get this tarp down and stoke up that fire."

We had plenty of wood but I dragged in some larger logs and stripped off the bark, exposing nice dry wood underneath. I got some water and boiled some seasoned noodles, adding a package of tuna. We sat in our towels eating this mix off paper plates with whatever utensils we could find. I checked her ankle and it really wasn't swollen that badly. It was hard for her to put weight on it. I told her I would check it in the morning before we packed out.

We talked for some time after dinner. Kim was from Springdale, about thirty miles south of my home. She was 18 and just out of high school. She was hoping to become a veterinary assistant and maybe a veterinarian someday. She told me she was hiking with two friends when they went ahead thinking she was kidding about her ankle. She made her way to the trailhead but the sign was down. She said she could see the clearing below the rocks and figured that was the trail. That's when she met up with me.

"Your friends... Was one wearing a Harvard t-shirt and drinking Jim Beam?"

"You know them?" she said, shocked.

"I met then on the way in. They said they'd meet you in the parking lot. I didn't pay much attention. They looked half drunk."

Kim sat silent for a few minutes before speaking. "Where would I be if you hadn't come along?

"You'd be on that rock pile soaking wet 'til a rescue party found you."

"Those bastards...You said that I wasn't even on the trail. It could have been days before they found me and most likely, dead."

"Well, you're okay now. We'll find your friends tomorrow when we get to the parking lot."

"They're not my friends anymore. And I'm not going back with them. I'll take a bus or find some other way, but it won't be with them." she stated.

We talked well past sunset. I could see that Kim was getting cold, even though the fire was blazing really well.

"We better turn in soon. We can get an early start in the morning. We may need some extra time if your ankle's still bad. You take the sleeping bag. I'll be alright in some dry clothes."

Can't we both fit in the bag?" she asked.

That would be pretty tight," I said following her into the tent.

"What if we unzip it? Then we'll both have a blanket. We can put the towels under us."

"Might work," I said. "But if you get too cold take the bag. I'll be okay."

Kim removed her towel and spread it on the tent floor. She was totally naked except for her pink heart panties which she put on earlier. I guess I should have looked away, but I couldn't. I could tell earlier that her tits were large, but now, to see them in the dim lantern light; I was producing hard-on that I fought earlier. I spread out my towel and got into my underwear.

"I thought all you teachers wore boxers." she laughed.

"Just in the classroom," I remarked. "I didn't know you were peeking."

"I didn't have to peek. They've been hanging on the line since we got here."

Well, it's a good thing you didn't peek," I said pulling the unzipped bag over the both of us. "Are you going to be warm enough?"

She laid down and drew herself close to me. "I am now!" she kidded.

I blew out the lantern and rolled onto my side. Kim put her arm over me and drew even closer. "Thank you, Ken." I don't know what else to say. I didn't expect to be here tonight."

"No thanks necessary. I'm glad to have your company."

We ended up in a somewhat spooning position. I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Here came that hard-on again, as her hand gently caressed my chest and stomach. My sigh of pleasure must have tipped her off because her hand moved slowly down over my briefs. She kissed my shoulder and began stroking the form of my now hard cock through the cloth of my underwear. Jeez, I thought. She was only eighteen, but certainly a woman. A woman I was very attracted to. I rolled onto my back and, putting my hand behind her head, pulled her lips to mine. Without a word, our tongues darted between each other's mouths. She squeezed my cock as I caressed her breast with my left hand. I knew our passion would soon be out of control and did nothing to stop it. I pulled her on top of me with no resistance from her, except to adjust her right foot so her ankle would be comfortable. I picked up my lighter and lit the lantern.

"I just want to look at you, "I whispered.

I have had women on top of me before but none like this. She was absolutely beautiful in the lantern light. She smiled and reached behind herself, taking my cock and placing it between her smooth legs. I felt the warmth of her cunt slip over my manhood and ease its way down. It had been awhile for me and I knew I would cum quicker than I wanted. I placed my hands on her hips and gave a few weak thrusts. Her well rounded tits kept in time with me.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum soon, Kim."

"It's okay, I'm on the pill." she said, rotating her hips.

I stared into her eyes and then slammed my steel hard cock as far as I could into her love hole. Faster and faster I pounded as her head fell back showing me her lovely, long neck. She squeezed her nipples. "Oh, fuck me," she said softly.

Her young cunt was so tight around my shaft, yet her juices made it easy for my cock to explore every inch of that wanting hole. My thoughts were now pure lust. The animal instinct had taken over and tender love making had turned to greed. The head of my cock was now doing my thinking for me as I drove deep into her soaked tunnel. Again and again I thrust, Kim kept up the pace by shouting words of encouragement.

"Oh, Fuck! .......Give me that fucking cock........ C'mon. Give it to me."

At that point, my balls tightened and the rush of sperm raced through my shaft. I kept up the hard pounding of her begging cunt while warm jism blasted her insides.

"Oh yeah.........Give it to me...........Oh shit, yeah........Give me all you got."

Spurt after spurt filled her hole. I could feel her squeezing the muscles of her cunt tighter around me, trying to prevent any means of escape. Her hands dropped between her legs and she rapidly worked her clit until her body tightened. She pressed her lips together, closed her eyes, and within seconds, let herself go.

"AHHHH.......FUCK," she screamed as her body fell forward across mine. Her fingers dug into my shoulder with her left hand and pulled my hair with her right. She whispered into my ear. "I.......I....." She was too spent to continue. Her breathing was heavy. I held her in my arms until she regained her strength. She rolled off me and onto her back, placing her hands over her face. My concern grew when I detected that she was crying.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she sniffed, "I sometimes cry after an orgasm. I don't know why."

I turned on my side and brushed the hair from her face. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, I said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh no, you didn't. It's just sometimes I let all my emotions go at once. Please, don't think you did anything wrong."

I gently caressed her soft skin with my fingertips before pulling the sleeping bag up over us again. I snuggled close and kissed her. Nothing more was spoken that night as we both fell asleep in each other's arms.

Hiking With Kim Ch. 02



"Ken? Ken, are you out there?" Came a cry from inside the tent.

"I'm right here, Kim,” I responded.

"I yelled a few minutes ago and you didn't answer."

"I'm sorry. I went down to get some water. I figured you were still sleeping."

Kim's head emerged through the tent entrance with one eye open and a very messy head of hair. Boy, she looked good even after waking up, I thought to myself.

"How's your ankle feel this morning?" I asked.

"It feels fine right now but I won't really know 'til I stand on it."

"Well, we better get packed up. I want to get started as soon as possible. There's a plastic bag in there next to my camera. Just throw the towels and your t-shirt along with anything else that needs to be washed. My red shirt is in there too. You can wear it on the way out. Your shorts and socks are dry.

Kim packed up everything inside while I folded the tarp. Within half an hour we were ready to head down the trail.

"Let’s have a look at that ankle." I said. "There’s not a lot of swelling, but I'll put this ace bandage on it. That, hopefully, will give you more support."

I wrapped her foot and carefully slipped her sock over it. She laced her boot on her own, as not to turn her ankle the wrong way.

"Sorry about your towel." She cringed. "It got a little messy."

I looked her square in the eye, "Well, I'm not sorry at all."

She gave me a smile that would melt the bark off a tree. What was it about this girl? She had everything..........At least everything that interested me. Looks, personality, and seemed very mature for her age.... Ah, her age. The college- and I, for that matter, have strict rules about student/staff relationships. Though she wasn't a student, she was only 18. I had just turned 30.

I put it all out of my head. "C'mon, let’s get out of here." I said, and with that we started out and down the overgrown trail. We stopped for a few minutes while I got some pictures of the chestnut trees about 30 yards off the trail. On the way back, I saw Kim staring up at the treetops and took a few candid shots of her before helping her to her feet and continuing our trek. 

She did quite well on her bad ankle, but I could see, after an hour or so, it was becoming more painful. We rested often. I would inquire about the pain, but she never complained. "It'll be alright," She would say. I would tell her stories, jokes, and try to engage in some conversation hoping to take her mind off her injury. We were about two hours on the trail; Kim was telling me about her family.

"I remember on my birthday my mom would.............."

"Shhhhh," I cut her off and stopped.

"What's the matter?" She said with a frightened tone in her voice.

"Did you hear that? .............There it is again."

"What is it?" She whispered.

I stood quiet. "Someone's coming up the trail."

We walked as softly as we could as the voice I was hearing got louder. I then smiled and nodded to Kim, "It's a rescue party. They're calling your name.”

Within a minute, they were in sight. I waved both arms and they quickly came running up the trail.

"You Doc Palmer?" said the first one who met us.

"Yeah," I said, shaking his hand.

"Barry Wagoner. What do we have here?"

"A sprained ankle, though it’s not an emergency. It's pretty painful to walk on." I told him.

These guys were very professional. One guy popped open a collapsible stretcher while another got on the radio and reported the find to Jim at the parking lot. Barry and I shot the breeze while they got Kim on the stretcher.

"Oh God, this is so embarrassing," She said, covering her face.

Barry and I smiled. "You're gonna be okay." Barry reassured her and we started off to the parking lot.

"Jim told us you were in here and that you might have come across the girl. Where did you find her?" Barry asked.

"Up on the rock pile," I replied.

"You know, you're not supposed to be up there," Came a voice from the front of the group. "That's a closed off area."

"I'll try to remember that." I shouted ahead while rolling my eyes.

"Ah, cut him some slack," Said Barry with a half laugh. "It's his rookie year." 

I held Kim's hand all the way back and she looked a little scared as she kept commenting on her "embarrassing situation.” The pace was pretty quick; we made the parking lot in a little over an hour. Jim was there to greet us.

"Jeez, Doc- In one weekend you write a book and rescue a damsel in distress."

I placed my hands on my hips. "All in a day’s work Jimmy." 

Kim sat up and slapped my arm as she laughed, but never let go of my hand. We walked over to the guard shack and filled out some papers. I guess when you are rescued they want your life history.

"Is there a charge for this?" I asked Jim.

"He shook his head, "Nah, Not for you, Doc. After all, you're the one who rescued her. Kim, do you want to wait here for your friends? They're with a party over on the Avery Trail. I called over and told them we located you."

Kim looked at me as some tears started to appear. "Can you just take me home?"

"Sure," I nodded and looked at Jim. "I'll take it from here. If she needs medical attention I'll make sure she gets it."

Jim smiled. "Good to see you again, Doc. Take care of her and I'll see you again somewhere on the trail.”

I got Kim into the truck and walked around to the driver's side. I was barely behind the wheel when Kim started on me.

"DOC? I didn't know you were a doctor!"

"Well, I have a PhD in Ecology."

"Oh," she replied.

"Does that disappoint you?"

"Oh No," She said with a very concerned look. “I just..............”

"Hey, I was just being sarcastic," I interrupted.

"I don't think you could ever disappoint me. I'll never forget this weekend," She said, putting her hand on my leg.

We pulled out of the parking area and headed south as Kim's hand gently caressed my thigh. A rush of excitement ran through me. Kim knew it, as her hand moved up to the crotch of my shorts, feeling my hardness. I never resisted as she looked at me with that wonderful smile and made a futile attempt at opening my fly.

"Wait a few minutes," I told her.

She sat up, looking a bit confused. No words were spoken until I turned off the road and into a rest area. I drove all the way to the end and parked the truck.

"Ooooo,” She giggled and unbuttoned my red shirt that she was still wearing. Her bra was in the bag of wet clothes. One look at her tits put my cock back into an extremely hardened state. She undid the button on my shorts and I raised my hips to give her better angle to the zipper. My hardness sprang into her hand as she pushed my underwear down and before I knew it; her sweet lips were clamped around my shaft. I reached for her lovely breast and started pinching her nipple, lightly at first, then harder as she urged me on with moans of pleasure. Kim's mouth kept sucking, never coming up for air. She took my cock in her free hand and slid the other to my balls, gently fondling them.

"Give it to me, Ken. I want every drop of your fucking cum. Feed it to me, babe. C'mon, give it up."

I grabbed a handful of her auburn hair and held it to my face, kissing it and running it through my fingers. My head fell back and I pushed my rock hard cock deep between her lips. Soon her head stopped its piston-like motion as ropes of cum splashed in her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” She groaned, trying not to spill a drop.

She squeezed the base of my shaft and sucked hard on its head, desperately trying to get every last drop before raising her head and swallowing my huge load. She cleaned me with her tongue, then rose and kissed me. I could taste my own cum on her lips. Sitting forward, I released the breath I had taken moments before.

There was no smile on Kim's face. She just stared at me. Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but the words never came. A few cars pulled in near us as I reached for Kim's shorts. I wanted to return the favor, but she held my hand.

"No not now. Please, take me home."

There was that smile again, as I got back on the road. A few hours later, Kim was pointing out her home to me.



Hiking With Kim Ch. 03



"That's it over there. The white one with the blue roof."

I was driving down a dirt road in a trailer park and pulled in to the side of what looked like some sort of driveway. I got out and walked around to help Kim out of the truck, when the front door to the trailer opened.

"Hello?" Came the voice of the woman walking toward the truck.

"I've got a delivery for you," I said.

"It's only me," Shouted Kim. "I'm home a little early."

"Oh my, I thought you were coming home tomorrow."

"Well, there was a little change in plans. Mom, this is Ken Palmer. I'll tell you all about it inside." Kim stated before her mother could get a word in.

"How do you do Mrs. Poulan."

Her mother was in a total state of confusion when she saw Kim limping into the house. "Where's John and Eddie?"

"I don't know and I don't care. They left me on the side of the mountain and if Ken didn't come along, I'd still be up there and half dead."

"Oh," Said Kim's mother. "They wouldn't do.............." 

"Mom, I sprained my ankle and they left me to get down by myself. Then I took the wrong trail and got lost on this pile of rocks and it started pouring rain. Ken came and got me down off the rocks and fixed my ankle, fed me, dried all my clothes and..............."

"Uh, she had a towel over her while her clothes were drying." I injected. "Kim, slow down. You're home now so just relax."

Kim caught her breath and told her mother the whole story, a little calmer this time. Her mother was pretty angry about the whole mess, but couldn't thank me enough for getting her daughter home safely.

"Well, I better get moving along. Try to stay off that ankle for a few days and I think you'll be okay. You might want to get some x-rays just to be sure nothing's broken," I said as I walked to the door.

I shook the mother's hand and then Kim's, as I tried to block the memories of the last 24 hours from my mind. I figured it might upset Kim's mother if I had my way with her daughter on the front steps of their trailer. Thinking about it, I chuckled to myself as I wished them well and got into the truck. As I started her up I heard Kim shouting to me as she quickly limped her way toward me.

"I don't want you to go," she whispered so her mother couldn't hear.

"I know but I have to. I got things to do. You'll be okay."

"But I've got your shirt," She said, trying to keep me there.

"Well, you can't take it off here." I laughed. "Look, Kim..." I reached into the glove compartment and came up with a pen and a Burger King napkin. "Here's my e-mail address. You write me and let me know how everything's going. Keep the shirt. I got plenty." I gently touched her cheek. "I won't forget you."

Kim started crying. She looked like one of those puppies at the pound that you just want to pick up and take home. I backed out to the road and started for home, leaving Kim alone in front of the trailer.

Over the next month, I got my book off to the publisher along with the pictures I had taken on the Craig Cliff trail. Two of the pictures I took of Kim came out pretty good and I actually put one in a small frame, which I placed on my night stand. My emotions were very mixed about this young girl I met on the trail. She was so nice, but so young. I knew she liked me, but maybe I was just a father figure to her or was just there when she needed help. Not a day went by that I didn't think of her, but she must have gotten over me, as I never heard from her. The e-mails I expected never came, which told me she must have moved on with her life.

It was a hot day around the first week of August. I had just planted a crab apple tree behind the house when I heard a car on the dirt road out front. Must be the mail, I thought. Then I remembered the mail had already come earlier. I heard a car door shut as I walked around the side to investigate. A dark blue compact sat in my driveway with no one in it, as I heard footsteps going up the front stairs. Guess the Jehovah witness' had found me, I thought as I rounded the porch. A lone figure stood at the front door. I would have recognized that auburn hair anywhere. 

"You lost again?" I calmly said.

Without a word she turned and ran down the stairs, across the lawn, and threw herself into my open arms. We hugged for a good two minutes until I finally pried her lose.

"Let me look at you," I laughed.

"Oh, Ken," She said with tears in her eyes. We started making out right there in the driveway.

"C'mon. Let's go around back before the neighbors see us," I said.

"What neighbors? I haven't seen a house for the last half mile."

"Yeah, it is a little remote." I told her before the kissing started again. We couldn't keep our hands off each other and the only reason we stopped, was the sun was baking hot on the deck, because I had not put the awning up. I opened the umbrella on the picnic table and we sat laughing, both happy we were together again.

"Not getting any e-mails, I thought you forgot about me." I told her.

"Well, I put the napkin with your address on it in my shorts. When I was changing, my mom threw them in the wash with the napkin still in them. I cried all night thinking I'd never find you again. I looked for you in the phone book, online, and even called the college, but they wouldn't give out any information. I even thought about going up to the trailhead parking lot and seeing if you might be there, but that was a stupid idea."

She smiled before continuing, "Last week I went up to the college and told them I was a friend of yours, but didn't have your address. They still wouldn't give me any info, so I left. But, get this. On the way out I saw your friend, Jim, from the parking lot. He looked at me like he knew me but couldn't place me, until I told him I was the one you rescued off the rock pile. He took me back to the desk and got your address for me. Mom said I could have the car today, so here I am. I was so afraid you might turn me away."

I took a deep breath. "I think of you every day, but I.................."

"I know. There's a big age difference." She interrupted.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"C'mon, show me the house."

I took Kim's hand and gave her the grand tour of my little log cabin. I took her from room to room, which wasn't difficult as the living room, dining area, and kitchen are all one open area. We then headed down the small hallway towards the bedroom. "Hang on, I said, "I just want to get this dirt off my hands," and ducked into the bathroom. Kim kept going into the bedroom. When I returned, Kim was sitting on the edge of the bed holding the framed picture of herself.

"Where did you get this?" She asked.

"I took it while taking photos of those chestnut saplings when we left the campsite."

"Well." She muttered. "That's not really fair is it? I mean, I don't have a picture of you."

"I don't know. You got my shirt!"

"Yeah, but thinking back on it, I think you have my bra." She exclaimed.

"Oh yeah......... I sent it out to be framed ........along with the beach towel!"

Kim stood up and put her arms around me. I backed off slightly. "Careful. I'm covered with dirt from planting that tree. In fact, you got dirt on your shirt from the driveway."

Kim looked down. "Looks like we need a shower."

"You may be right." I smiled.

She took my hand and led me into the bathroom. We stripped down and together, got under the spraying water. We fooled around with the spray, and then the soap, while she kiddingly complained about how men take showers as opposed to women. We washed each other's back and then got down to more serious business when she started cleaning my cock and balls with her soapy hands. "Funny," She said. "I've never seen you without a hard-on."

"Yeah well, as long as you're around, you probably never will." I laughed.

I cupped her tits in my slippery hands and began pinching her erect, hard nipples. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she continued to stroke my cock. God, I wanted to cum right there. Kim must have known, because she backed away.

"Oh, no you don't. Not here."

We hosed off, toweled down, and headed for the bedroom. Kim mentioned how wet her hair still was, like I cared. We embraced each other and kissed without letting go for a good ten minutes before my hand slid over her firm belly and found its target. Her cunt was wet and her clit was hard and ready. She closed her eyes as my finger swirled and teased that firm bud. Her pussy was full lipped and covered with a patch of well-trimmed auburn hair. My finger slipped so easily into her love hole and back up her inner lips to her to her hard clit. 

I kissed her cheeks and neck, then dropped my mouth onto her deep brown nipples as she softly moaned and spread her legs wider, signaling a lust for more. I got to my knees and positioned myself between her legs. Raising her hips with my hands I leaned forward and planted my tongue in her soaked slit and tasted the sweetness of her now free-flowing juices. My tongue danced over her clit before gliding over her swollen lips to her wanting hole. I was sucking down her juice as fast as she could produce it, driving my tongue deep into her cunt and then returning to her clit. 

Her hips started to rotate in time with my actions, her moans getting louder. I slid my hand from under her butt and drove two fingers into her, while continuing to massage her clit with my tongue. Kim's hands grabbed my head and pressed me firmly between her legs. 

"Oh fuck," She moaned softly. I removed my two fingers, which were soaked with her love juice and in one quick move, rammed my index finger back into her cunt and my middle finger up her tight ass. Kim's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. She stared at me.

"OH FUCK! Fuck My Ass. Oh God, I want you there."

My tongue worked faster, as my middle finger slammed in and out of her tight dirty hole until I felt her body tense up. With a deep exhale, she started shaking.

"FFUUUCCCKKK........... OH SHIT...........OH FUCK!

She was gasping for breath as I started to slow my activity between her legs. Finally I stopped and moved up alongside her, holding her in my arms until she got some control back. Like that night in the tent, she started to cry. She turned toward me and we both smiled.

"Fuck me," She whispered. "Fuck me now."

I rolled her onto her stomach and fucked her from behind, giving her a few love slaps across her firm ass in the process.

"Oh, fuck me babe. Fuck me like a whore. Make me your little whore and I'll be your fuck slut forever."

I held her hips and pounded deep into her dripping cunt while she encouraged me with her bawdy talk and more four letter words than I've heard in a lifetime. All of this excited me more, until my cock could take no more. She squeezed her cunt around my shaft, trying to hold me in.

"OH FUCK, GIVE IT TO ME..........FILL MY FUCKING PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM. OH KEN, FILL THIS FUCK HOLE WITH EVERYTHING YOU GOT."

I started blowing huge loads of my seed into her hot, soaked hole. One shot after another poured into her, mixing with her juices, before seeping down the shaft of my tool and onto the bed sheets. I pulled out of her horny slit, making even more of a mess. We both collapsed onto our backs. We lay quietly for a bit until I looked over at Kim. She was on one elbow, staring at me with those puppy dog eyes.

"Looks like we'll need another shower," She laughed. "I'm lying in something here."

I laughed right along with her, "God, you're something."

"You're not so bad yourself," She replied back.

We took another quick shower before throwing the sheets in the wash and returning to the backyard with cold drinks. We talked for about an hour, mostly about her and her plans for the fall. She told me she had gotten a part time job at a dry cleaner. It was close enough to her home that she could walk to work. It didn't pay much, but her mother needed help and at least this way, she could do something for her.

"What about your plans for the veterinary field?" I asked.

"I don't know. My mom doesn't have a lot of money to send me to school and my grades weren't good enough for scholarships. Boy! It would be nice to make money doing something I like and that could really help my mom."

It was getting late and I knew Kim had to get the car back. I gave her my e-mail address once more, along with my phone number.

"When can I see you again?" She asked.

"You're welcome here anytime," I told her. I didn't want to say any more, as I knew I had some soul searching to do. She was too good a girl to lead on. We would soon have to talk about where we were going with all this.

Kim drove down the road, waving out the window until she was out of sight. I shook my head and laughed. On one hand, she was a typical girl just out of high school. On the other hand she was a responsible woman, helping out her mother and thinking about her future.

I went back into the house and stared at Kim's picture, knowing whatever feelings I had for this girl just grew a little more.



Hiking With Kim Ch. 04



The phone rang around 7:30 p.m. I knew it was Kim and was hoping she wasn't going to make a habit of calling me all the time; with the new school season fast approaching. I didn't want to tie up the phone and figured I better tell her.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me. I don't want to be a bother, but I had to call you."

"It's okay. What's up?" I said, a little relieved that she knew too many calls might be somewhat troublesome with me.

"My mom knows," She answered.

"Knows what?"

"About you and me." 

Kim went on with her story, "When I got home, my mom was cooking dinner. She acted like she always does, but when we sat down to eat she said, "So, How's Ken?" I asked her what she meant and said she knew I was going to see you. Apparently I had the same look on my face this morning that I had when you brought me back from the hiking weekend. I was speechless. Then she told me that she didn't mean to destroy the napkin with your e-mail address and that she was glad I was able to find you again. She wanted to know if we were involved. I told her no, but now I feel bad that I lied. Not that it matters because I don't think she believed me."

"So, did she object to me seeing you?" I queried.

"No. She did ask how old you were, and I told her."

"What did she say?"

"She told me to be very careful."

"Kim, we're going to have to talk. When can you come over again?" 

"Not tomorrow. I have to work at the dry cleaner's. Maybe the next day, I'll let you know." She sent me an e-mail telling me to she would come by in two days. She was true to her word, though twenty minutes late. I opened the door, when I saw her walking up the front stairs, and could see she had been crying. We hugged for a while until I took her hand and led her to the back yard. We sat at the picnic table where she started wiping her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh Ken, I'm afraid." She started tearing up again.

I reached over and took her hand. "There's nothing to be afraid of." I said.

"When I got here, I sat at the end of your road for a while 'cause I didn't want to see you. I'm afraid you're going to tell me we can't see each other anymore and I don't want that to happen."

"Well, I'm not going to tell you that. In fact I'd like to see more of you than I do now, but that might be difficult. School's going to be starting soon and my weekdays are going to be pretty filled up."

Kim got up and sat beside me, staring at the tabletop for some time. She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. God, she looked beautiful even with her teary eyes. She just kept staring at me, biting her lower lip and trying to formulate the words I knew she was going to say.

"I love you."

This was followed by a long pause. "There, I said it. Now everyone will know and I don't care. They can talk all they want but those are my feelings and I................."

I placed my fingers over her lips. "I know you do and I'm very pleased. Love is a powerful word and I'm not sure I'm ready to say it to you....... though my feelings for you get stronger by the day."

She threw her arms around me. "I don't want you to say it if you don't mean it. For now I just want to be with you. I want to be part of your life, even if it's just a small part.

We kissed passionately. My God, I could have made love to her right there in the backyard, with a crowd watching us, and it wouldn't have mattered. "Take me now," She whispered in my ear. I led her to the bedroom where I undressed her, then myself. We fucked in every position we could think of, pausing only to gather our wits about us, before doing it all again. She would suck my cock to the edge of an orgasm. She really enjoyed cleaning her juices from my tool after we'd been fucking for a while. I enjoyed soaking my tongue in her overflowing cunt and bringing her to the brink of cumming. We tickled, rolled, laughed and just outright frolicked in out lust for each other until I found myself pumping what seemed to be quarts of my cum into her wanting cunt.

Totally exhausted, I buried my head in a pillow while Kim softly rubbed my back. "You think we'll need a shower?" She giggled.

"Oh Yeah!" and off we went into the bathroom.

School started in September and I didn't get to see Kim as much. She'd come up on weekends and some nights, when she could get the car. As the warm days lost their grip and winter was approaching, I started to see a maturity in her that most girls her age didn't have. She never hounded me, always put her mother's needs before me and when she did come over, she'd always help out around the house in one way or another. This is what I was hoping to see and I decided to take the relationship to another step. The college paid me well and, being single over the years, this allowed me to put some money away. My expenses weren't great, so I talked myself into making an investment (with my fingers crossed) in Kim's and my future.

I set up a meeting with Bob Greenberg, a veterinarian who I went to high school with, and offered him a deal. If he would take Kim on part time for a few months, I would pay her salary. I really wanted to see if this was something Kim wanted to do. We agreed and told me if she worked out, he would keep her on and pay her salary. One of his girls was leaving in January and Kim could start then.

To make sure she could get there, I bought her a car. My mechanic checked it out for me and gave it his okay after a few minor repairs. It was a Jeep with 100,000 miles. I got it for a song and he said it would go forever if no one beat on it. I got his okay to leave it on his lot until Christmas, when I would give it to Kim as a gift.

Around mid-December, Kim Called and said she and her mother wanted me to come over for Christmas dinner. My mom and dad were going to Arizona to visit my mom's brother, so I was going to be alone over the holidays. I told Kim I had a better idea.

"Why don't you and your mom come to my house. Mother's always want to know about the guy who's seeing their daughter. I've only met your mom once, so I sure she'll jump at the chance to check me out." 

I was put on hold for a minute while she tossed the plan around with her mom and then came back telling me her mother liked the idea.

"There's one catch. You have to come over Christmas Eve and help me to get thing's ready. I'll pick you up around noon."

Everything was agreed upon and the day before Christmas, I was picking Kim up at her trailer. I hadn't seen her for nearly two weeks and wanted to take her right home and mess up the bed for a few hours, but I thought better of it. I had picked up the Jeep the day before and parked it in the back yard so Kim wouldn't get suspicious and after shopping for everything in sight. We got to the house and started sorting it all out. 

"You're gonna make the pie when we get back." I told her.

"Where are we going?"

"I want to get some more ornaments for the tree. It looks a little sparse and most stores close early today," I said. "Oh yeah, and I want to give you your Christmas present also. C'mon."

I took Kim's hand and led her down the hallway. Opening the back door, there stood the Jeep with the large bow I had taped to the hood. I really thought it might fall off in the cold air, but it still held. Kim had a very puzzled look on her face until I reached into my pocket and handed her the keys.

"Merry Christmas," I said, kissing her on the cheek.

Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped to the floor. "Ken! You didn't............"

"Yeah, I did. Now, grab your coat. You're driving."

It took a while to calm her down. There was the crying and lots of kissing, but we were soon backing out of the yard and on our way. We got everything we needed, including a bottle of wine she knew her mother would like. All the way home, Kim was turning every knob and flicking every switch on the dashboard to see what it was and if it worked. "Do me a favor, just drive the car. We can figure everything out later," I told her. 

We finally got back and Kim made her first pie and a gingerbread cake, while I made the stuffing for our sixteen pound turkey. We got the table ready and finished decorating the tree. It didn't look too bad once I plugged it in. It looked even better after I got a few gifts under it.

"What are those?" Kim asked.

"They're a few things for you and your mom. It's not much, but it's something to open tomorrow."

"Are we done here?" Kim demanded to know.

"I guess so. I just have to get up tomorrow and cook everything," I laughed.

"Good," she said. Now, let's go." She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She looked pretty serious as she unbuckled my jeans and got me down to my underwear. I laid across the bed while Kim stripped for me in a very sexy fashion. I positioned myself onto a pillow as she climbed on the bed next to me. Without a word, she pulled down my briefs and started slowly sucking my already hard cock. I closed my eyes and took in all the pleasure she was giving me, until she released my shaft from her mouth and eased her way up next to me.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know," I said reaching under the pillow. "What's this? Hmm, it's a present with your name on it!" I said handing it to her.

Kim curiously tore off the wrapping and opened the box. "Oh, you naughty boy." She giggled, holding a nine-inch vibrator in her hand.

"Boy. That Santa gets around!"

"How does it work?" She said, examining the phallic object.

"I think the instructions said you have to spread your legs."

Kim punched my shoulder before bursting into laughter and falling on top of me. Now that I ruined what was to be a very amorous moment, I waited until we both settled down and then started again. I caressed her beautiful breasts which I had admired since our first meeting. I gently sucked her hardened nipples, while playing with her swollen clit until her juices flowed freely over my fingers. Then, taking her new toy, I eased it into her soaked hole and turned it on. Kim jumped a little, and then sank down on the bed. "Oh, my God," She mumbled.

She started squirming like a worm on a fish hook as I applied my tongue to her swollen clit. Her cunt drooled more and more as I worked the object in and out of her, thinking I wasn't going to stop until she went over the top. Kim pulled at her nipples and her breathing got heavier. I knew her moment had come as she took a deep breath and laid motionless, talking to herself and squeezing her fists until her knees drew up and her head flew forward. "OH FUCK!" She screamed.

I kept up the pace as her orgasm sped through her, before crawling up next to her. She took the vibrator and licked it clean, knowing I enjoyed watching her. She then looked at her new toy, and looked at me, "Well, that's a keeper!" She said, pushing me onto my back.

My reward was receiving the best blowjob ever. I was over her, under her, beside her, sixty-nining, and finished standing over her, sending a good amount of my cum into her waiting mouth.

It was still early, but dark. "My mom's gonna shit when she sees the car." 

"Just drive carefully. I want you both here in one piece tomorrow," I smiled.

"Oh, yeah... What time?"

"I figure we'll eat around one, but you can come anytime. Just call and let me know you're leaving," I said.

I watched the tail lights of the Jeep disappear down the road before bringing in a few logs for the fireplace. I wanted tomorrow to be special, already knowing that it would be. 



Hiking With Kim Ch. 05



I woke up at five thirty, stuffed the bird, and had him in the oven by six o'clock. There really wasn't much to do until about an hour or so before we would eat, so I went back to bed hoping for a few hours of shut eye. After about an hour, I figured this wouldn't work. I got up, showered, threw on some Christmas music, and vacuumed. The phone rang around nine, and it was Kim, "We'll be there at ten, if that's okay. We have a few presents for you. I thought you could open them before dinner."

"Ten is fine," I replied. "I have a few gifts for you also."

I lit the fire and brought in a few more logs. I had an envelope for Kim, and placed it on the bough of the tree along with a couple Christmas cards I had for her and her mother. I was opening the cranberry sauce when she drove up in the Jeep. I watched as Kim and her mom climbed the front stairs. 

Upon opening the door, I extended my hand to Kim's mom. "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Poulan." She pushed my hand aside and gave me a hug. "Merry Christmas to you, Ken, and please, call me Ellen." She stepped inside and stopped, "Oh my, this is lovely," She exclaimed, looking over the entire room. "Kim was right behind her with an armful of gifts.

"Mom, will you just go in! I have to use the bathroom." I took Ellen's coat, while Kim raced down the hallway.

"How was your ride over?" I asked Ellen with a smile.

"You know, Ken, you didn't have to buy her a car," She said. "But I do want to say thank you. Kim was so excited when she came home last night. Now, don't tell her we had this conversation. She told me not to say anything."

I laughed. "I understand where you're coming from, Ellen, but she's going to need a car- and I wanted to help out."

Ellen nodded her approval. "Thank you. It was a nice thing to do."

Kim made it out of the bathroom and placed the presents under the tree. "Ahhhh! You even got the fire going," She cried. "I told you he knew all that outdoor stuff, mom."

I just shook my head. "The turkey's coming out in about an hour and then I'll start the vegetables, so we have some time to kill. Here's some crackers with cheese or dip. I have eggnog, brandy, wine, or........................"

"I'd love some eggnog with a little brandy in it if I could," injected Ellen.

I poured three eggnogs, and we all settled in. "Can we open the gifts now?" said Kim with puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh, I suppose," I said. "No wait..." I got out one of those Santa hats and put it on Kim's head. "You can't pass out gifts without wearing this." My God, she looked cuter than ever and I remember thinking, is there anything negative about this girl?

I got Kim's mom some warm sweatshirts. Two 1,000 piece puzzles, a box of candy, and a field guide of North American birds. Kim told me a lot of birds come to their feeder, but they have no idea what they are.

I opened Kim's gift and found a pair of binoculars. She knew I cracked the lens on mine, and I must have mentioned that I needed new ones. They were the ones I needed, but I didn't think she should have spent that kind of money. I also got two CDs and a book on hiking. "We can use it next summer. I crossed out all the trails that have rock slides," she laughed.

I got Kim lots of games, puzzles and joke gifts, but was hoping she'd be happy with the envelope I had placed on the tree. I knew I'd have to explain it. "It's an application to work at the veterinary clinic in Brookfield. It's just a formality. You already have the job if you want it, but you have to fill this out and call his office to confirm your interview on January 3rd. It's only six to eight weeks, but if you work out, he'll keep you on."

Kim stared at the application and then laughed, "Nobody's ever given me a job for Christmas."

"Are you interested?"

"You know I am." She replied with a nervous look.

"Then what's the matter?"

"I want to jump on you and kiss you, but my mom's sitting right there."

"Don't let me stop you." Ellen said, throwing her arms in the air.

I leaned over and kissed Kim on the cheek, "Merry Christmas, Kim." Kim looked at her mom and I could see a tear or two building up. "Ah gees. Don't start crying now. We have to fix the vegetables."

We all sat down to a great dinner and even after seconds, I had more food left over that I knew what to do with. Kim's mother was shocked when we told her Kim had made the desserts. "I've seen her boil a hotdog on occasion, but I never knew she could make something like this!" She remarked.

I loaded up the dish washer while Kim packed up plenty of leftovers for her mom to take home. This is when I realized that single men don't own a lot of Tupperware. Thank God for plastic wrap. It was late afternoon when Kim thought her mom was getting tired and decided to take her home.

"Do you need more help cleaning up?" Kim asked. "I can come back."

"No. You've done enough and it's a long ride. I'll talk to you tomorrow and we can make some plans to do something."

Kim's mom couldn't thank me enough as I helped them out to the car with the food and gifts. I was very pleased that all went well and it gave me a good feeling to know that I could, in some small way, make Christmas a little nicer for them both. After lots of hugs and kisses, they headed home and I re-entered the house to call my mom and dad in Arizona.

It was around 8:30 when I saw the reflection of headlights through the front window. I looked out to see Kim get out of the Jeep and come up the front stairs.

"You didn't have to come back," I said. "I've got everything pretty well picked up."

"You have no idea how happy you made my mom today," Kim started, ignoring what I had just said. "She talked about it all the way home and after we got the food put away, she sat me down and we talked for another hour, mostly about her and how my dad left when I was two. I guess you don't think about it when you're a kid, but my mom hasn't had a very happy life and it's been a struggle for her to raise me without child support. She said I was very lucky to find someone like you and though she worried about out age difference, she could see I was happy and, get this, that your feelings toward me were genuine." Kim laughed.

"What's so funny about that?" I said in a sarcastic way.

Kim's laughter turned to a smile. "Mom said that you probably needed help cleaning up and you were just being nice when you said I didn't have to come back. Then she said, "I'm going to watch a Christmas special tonight. Why don't you go back and give Ken a hand cleaning up." I got my coat and asked her if she would be alright and she said, "I'll be fine....... Just call me in the morning." So, have you got somewhere I can sleep?"

"I'm sure I can find a corner somewhere," I smiled.

I turned out all the lights except for the Christmas tree, threw another log on the fire, and grabbed two pillows from the bedroom. With her head on my shoulder and my arm around her, we sat by the fire. Seeing her in this light, I couldn't help being reminded of our first night together and how pretty she looked in the light of the lantern. My mind wandered back to that mountain valley and how, in a driving rain, she pitched right in and helped secure the camp site without the slightest complaint about her sprained ankle. Inside I knew something special had come into my life and now, sitting here by the fire, I was glad I pursued it. I was quickly brought back to the present by the touch of Kim's finger tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans. I reached over and fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. "Geez, I don't know how you girls get these things undone. The buttons are on backwards."

Kim got on her knees and, with her breasts at my eye level, she took the top of her blouse in both hands and ripped it open, sending at least four buttons flying through the air. "That's how you do it," she said. Kim was on a mission and within a minute we were both bare ass naked on the floor. She threw her leg over me and guided my rock hard cock into her, while I pulled her forward and suckled on her erect nipples. We stayed in this position for some time, just enjoying the feel of each other coupled together. Kim broke the silence with a very unusual question.

"Do you ever watch porn on your computer?"

"Of course," I responded, "I'm a guy."

Kim slid off my cock and turned around, sliding my manhood back into her. "There, now you can watch me getting fucked." She fell forward giving a clear view of her cock filled cunt. She rocked back and forth allowing me to see her wet hole being worked on. She looked at me over her shoulder, "Talk to me, babe. Talk to me while you watch my hole getting fucked." The language got pretty bawdy from both of us as our lust for sex took over.

Kim was muttering some pretty raunchy stuff before lifting off my shaft and lowering her pussy onto my waiting tongue. Her mouth took all of me, sucking her sweet juice off my shaft. I kept up my tongue fucking until I felt the tightening of her body. She held my cock in her mouth as my cum rushed through my body seeking it's point of release. Kim's body started shaking and her mouth surrendered its grip. The cum poured out of me at the same time Kim reached her peak. "OH FUCK!" She yelled as she felt my warm jism squirt in and around her open mouth. Her shaking was almost violent as she rolled off me and onto the floor. She rubbed herself as if to ease herself down from her sexual high. Her breathing was heavy, but she soon got hold of herself and crawled over to my side. We laid quietly for several minutes until I felt something on the floor. It was one of her buttons. I held it up and showed it to her, then started chuckling, "What did you think you were going to wear home tomorrow?"

Kim thought for a moment. "Maybe you can loan me a shirt," she said with a pouting look.

"You know," I said, "This relationship is costing me a lot of shirts."

Kim laughed. "I'll get this one back to you."

"That's okay. You can have that one too. Is it still Christmas?"

She looked across to the kitchen and squinted. "I think so. I can't see the clock very well."

I got up and got a box of tissues from the kitchen counter. "I have one more gift for you." I said, handing her the box.

She took a handful of tissues and wiped the remaining drops of cum from her cheek and chin.

"That's not what they're for," I smiled.

Kim gave me that puzzled look.

"Kim, I want to tell you........ I love you...... and I want us to share our lives together."

She bit down on her lower lip and her eyes got as big as saucers. I grabbed a tissue and handed it to her as the tears started their journey down her cheek.

"That's why I got the tissues." I smiled.

She burst into tears. "Oh Ken, I love you so much. I don't ever want to leave you."

She held me tight as she laid her head on my chest. I smiled and stared into the fire and again, my thoughts went back to that valley campsite, but this time we were hiking down a different trail. One that I hoped would last a lifetime.

Epilogue: 

Kim went to work for Dr. Greenberg and after eight weeks he agreed not only to keep her, on but also to pay her way to become a veterinary assistant with the understanding that she would work for him when she finished. Today Kim is a licensed veterinary technician, still working for Bob Greenberg, and loving the work she does with animals.

Me? Well, I'm getting my second book published. I'm still teaching at the college and have given several lectures as a result of my first book release. I was offered a teaching position at a university in New York, but turned it down after talking it over with Kim.

"I don't want to leave here because we belong here," she told me. She was right, of course.

Kim and I were married three years to the day I found her on that rock pile. Jim was my best man and, at our wedding reception, he presented us with a football sized boulder mounted on a chestnut pedestal. He had made the trek in to the rock slide and then carried it out. I told him he was nuts, but Kim got quite emotional upon seeing it. Today it holds a prominent place in our log home and she'll tell anyone who asks, "Of all the things I have, this is the most special."

We got Kim's mom out of that drafty trailer and into a small condo not far from where Kim works. She took on a job as a waitress at a restaurant and is now dating the owner. He seems like a pretty nice guy and I say, "Good for her."

I will finish here with a few of my thoughts about Kim. She turned out to be everything I thought she could be and more. She's both caring and thoughtful and several times people have gone out of their way to tell me how lucky I am to have a wife like her. At our wedding reception, she not only knew everyone's name, but also knew exactly what they gave us for a gift and made it a point to thank them. We've hosted a few parties, mostly for my colleagues at the college, and Kim will take the time to mingle and talk to everyone, even though some are total strangers.

I sometimes chuckle and think if they could only see this "very lovely" wife of mine in the bedroom. She can get absolutely wild and the language that comes out of her mouth would make a lumberjack blush. She knows I love it though and tells me that behind that bedroom door she'll be my slut, my whore, or an innocent school girl. I just tell her I love everything about her.

It's funny, I had never believed in love at first sight until I peeked around that boulder on the rock pile and saw her looking back at me.