0 comments/ 12386 views/ 0 favorites Stargazing By: qcilguy We leave early for dinner, and then relax over a nice long dinner, while we drink a bottle of wine. After dinner as the sun begins to set, we stroll out to the car. As we walk, I move closer and lift my arm across your shoulders so you are tucked under my arm. Having your body pressed up against mine has an immediate effect on me as I imagine the possibilities. How you will react to my attempt at seduction? If I an successful, how will you taste, how will you react to my touch, and most importantly if I am successful in my attempt, can live up to what you expect in a lover? We drive off into the country, to my favorite place for stargazing, a secluded meadow, with a small hill in the middle. As we drive along, you slide over next to me and once again your body is pressed against mine, and the scent of your perfume rises up to me where I inhale the gentle scent that reminds me of the way the evening air smells after a spring shower. When we arrive at the meadow we park and I quickly unpack the car, then we climb our way up the hill. You volunteer to set up the supplies as I set up the telescope and align it for the best view of the heavens as I promised. I stop in the midst to enjoy the sight of your graceful movements, and my mind wanders back to a more earthly form of heaven that I hope awaits me later this night. I turn back to setting up the telescope, hoping that this night may have more shows than just the Perseid meteor showers. After we get everything set up, we still have a little time to kill before the best time to see the meteor showers. So I suggest we turn on the radio. When you agree, I turn it to a station that plays soft romantic music. A slow song comes on, and I take you in my arms and we slow dance to the music. As the stars and the moon watch us dance, you lay your head against my shoulder. As we keep dancing, our eyes meet and then our lips meet in that first kiss. At first I am hesitant, but then you don't pull away which =h encourages me to make it a long passionate kiss. By the time we pull apart, the meteor showers are becoming dense enough to give a great showing. I am thankful for this, since I was beginning to get aroused and I don't want to be too overt in my seduction of you. I make the final adjustments for the telescope, and gaze at the meteors, I become so fascinated, that if it weren't for the touch of your hand on my arm, I would have forgotten you were even there. As you pull me away, I notice softness of your hands, and get a good look at the shape of your breasts as they strain against the material of your blouse. As you look through the telescope, I open the bottle of wine we brought with us, and pour myself a glass. Then I lay back on the blanket sipping on the wine, dividing my time between watching the sky, and watching you. This goes on until I've almost finished the glass of wine, when you turn around and catch me admiring the view here on earth. Smiling you ask, "enjoying the view?" I just lift the bottle and the glass in an unspoken question. When you nod your head, I pour a glass for you and top mine off. We sit watching the meteors and sip on our wine. As we gaze at the meteors and stars, we make small talk. As we talk about what a lovely night it is, I reach over into the picnic basket, and then hand you a single red rose. Then my arm slides around your waist, holding you close to me. We both stop talking for a while as I allow you time to get comfortable with my attentions. We sip on our wine until the silence begins to get awkward. As we both turn to look at each other to say something, your forehead bumps my nose. This sets us off laughing at our selves, breaking the tension, which has built up. I take the wine glasses and set them aside. When I turn back to you I gently take your face in my hands and turn it up to face me, so I can kiss you. As we are kissing, I feel you relaxing, and I take this as a sign that you are ok with my intimacies. After breaking off the kiss, I move behind you and begin to massage your neck and shoulders. As your muscles relax, I lean forward and kiss the back of your neck. Since you don't move away from me, I allow my hands to slide down your arms, and I start massaging your upper arms. As I massage them, my fingers "accidentally" graze the sides of your breasts. I enjoy the sensation of them, soft yet firm. Confident that you are relaxed and used to my hands on you, I move so I am facing you again. I start massaging your shoulders again. I gaze into your eyes, watching them as I reach for the top button on your blouse. As I undo the button, my fingers tremble with anticipation, delight and nervousness. I softly whisper one word, "ok?" In silence you take my hands, and guide them down to the next button. I then eagerly begin undoing your buttons, stopping after I have done enough buttons that the top of your blouse eases from the strain of covering your ample chest. I can see the beginning of your bra cups in the gap left open. White lace entices me, as it catches the starlight, it seems to call to me to touch it. I slowly reach out and slip my hand in and cup your breast. I can feel the wonderful warmth of you thru the lace and the softness and texture of your bra. I let my hand rise up to your bare skin. Feeling the silky smoothness of your skin excites me even more and arouses me to full hardness. Hard pressed to go slow, I go back to unbuttoning your blouse, I want to just rip it off and bury my face in your ample charms. After I get your blouse completely unbuttoned, it hangs open from the top down to the waist of your skirt where it is tucked in. I reach forward and run my hands down your front from the shoulders, down over the swell of your breasts, pausing to tweak your nipples as the strain against the material of your bra. I continue running my hands down over the rest of your bra, and onto your stomach. I enjoy the feel of your voluptuous curves that assure me you are a real woman. So many women feel that being emaciated is sexy, I don't know why this is so, but it seems to be a facet of our modern culture, no other time in history has mankind ever desired women who were all bone. I enjoy a woman who is well rounded, and actually has curves. I enjoy tracing those curves with my eyes, hands, lips & tongue. I kneel in front of you and push your blouse down over your shoulders and down onto your arms, pinning your arms down to your sides. This leaves your neck and shoulders exposed to my attentions. I lean over you and start nibbling on your left ear lobe As I so, I whisper in your ear "I want to taste every part of you." I don't know if it's the cool night air, my words or my breath in your ear, but a shudder runs down your body. I kiss my way down from your earlobe to your jaw. As I kiss and nibble my way along your jaw, my hands gently massage your shoulders. I work my way back along your jaw, and then I start down your neck. As I do I kiss, lick and suck on your lovely neck, but not hard enough to leave any marks. Then I reach your shoulder, and continue kissing and nibbling along it. As I do I can taste you, a combination of your perspiration, the soap you use, and something else that I can't identify. When I reach the strap of your bra, I realize it is in the way and must be removed. I move the strap aside, and continue along your shoulder until I reach the end. Then I stop, and pull the end of your blouse out of your skirt, and slide it the rest of the way off of you. Next, I reach around you, and with fingers that are trembling with excitement; I unfasten your bra, and then slowly pull it off so I can see all of you. In the starlight, I can see where your tan line is, by the lighter skin. As I let my eyes wonder over your breasts, I notice how full they are, the way they lift slightly with each breath you take, the large areolas and how your nipples are erect with excitement. Unable to resist, I reach out and cup a breast in each hand, hefting their weight. I enjoy the feeling of the warmth and having my hands full of you. Releasing your breasts, I move behind you. I begin rubbing my hands up and down your back, as I kiss and nibble the back of your neck. From your neck, I move to your right ear. As I nibble on it I press my body against yours and whisper, "Can you feel how excited I am?" You respond with another shudder and a throaty "Yes." I allow myself to move down to your jaw line and kiss and nibble my way along it. As I'm doing this my arms wrap around you, and I cup your breasts, and allow my fingers to pinch, pull and roll your nipples. Then I move down onto the right side of your neck, enjoying the reaction your body is having to my touch. As I continue down onto your shoulder, you begin to softly moan at my attentions. After I finish your shoulder, I release your nipples and breasts. I ask you to stand up. When you do, I move around to your front, and stop to kiss you deeply. As we are kissing, you run your hands up from my waist over my stomach onto my chest. When we break the kiss, you step back and begin to undo the buttons on my shirt. After you get all the buttons undone, you pull my short down, and I shrug out of it. I pull you next to me, so I can feel those wonderful breasts of yours against me. As they come into contact with me, a jolt of electricity goes straight to my groin. I love the feel of your bare skin against mine. I can feel the difference between you soft flesh, and the harder nipples as they press into me. I finally take a step back, and then kneel at your feet. With unsteady hands, I reach for the fastener for your skirt, after attempting I have to stop and take a deep breath. Having steadied my hands, I am able to undo the fastener, allowing your skirt to fall down around your feet. You deftly step out of the skirt, and push it aside. Kneeling in front of you I see a darker spot on your nylons, and I can smell your arousal. Taking one hand, I run it up and down your nylon-covered leg, enjoying the feeling of your leg and the smooth material. When I get to your foot. I gently lift your leg and with my other hand remove your shoe. After briefly rubbing your foot I allow my hand to run back up your leg and then down the other leg, and I remove your other shoe as well. Now you are standing in front of me wearing only your nylons. I lean forward and place my mouth over the darker spot, allowing myself to get a taste of your juices through the material. You reach down and place your hands on the back of my head pushing me tighter against you. I reach my hands up to the waist o your nylons, and you release my head. I stand up and gently guide you down onto the blanket. As you raise your hips imploringly, I slowly pull down your nylons. As I do I see soft golden hairs reflecting the moonlight. As I pull them down, I allow my hands to enjoy the sexy curves of your legs. After they are off, I run my hands up and down your legs, massaging them as I go. Teasingly, I allow my hands to get close to your womanhood, but I never touch it. Then I being licking and kissing my way up and down each f your thighs. I allow my breath to tease across your swollen mound, each time that you think I'm about to kiss your pussy, I move away. I kneel between your legs and nuzzle my face into those soft golden hairs. I enjoy the way they tease my lips and tongue. I wet my lips then brush them lips over your slit, but without applying pressure. As you begin to rise up in an effort to get more contact, I move to the top and kiss you there. I slip my tongue into you, and slowly run it up and down the length of you. I gently pull your legs even farther apart. After several minutes of running my tongue up and down your slit, I allow my tongue to penetrate you. I use my tongue like I would my cock. Driving it in and out of you. I very the pace, the direction and how much of it I am putting it in. By this time you clit is peeking out, almost begging for attention. I gently pull your lips away and flick my tongue against the clit quickly. This causes your legs to shudder. When you are getting up there toward orgasm, I suck your clit into my mouth. As I suck gently, I watch your face for a reaction. Since you seem to be enjoying it I suck even harder. As you lift into the air with the buildup of your orgasm, I move with you, trying to keep contact, as I alternate licking and sucking. As you build closer to your orgasm I slip my finger inside of you, rubbing the sensitive area at the roof your vagina. Then I insert another finger to make sure I am applying enough pressure. Slowly at first, then a little faster, I fuck you with my fingers rhythmically. Speeding up when you do. Listening to your breathing I can tell that I am stimulating you more than I could with my cock by itself. As you reach the peak of your orgasm, I find it hard to keep up with you, but I do. When you begin to come down I press my tongue along the underside of your clit while my lips cover top. I slip my tongue in and out of you as I move my fingers. After you finish, I slide up you body and pull you close to me, I want to caress you more, but u stop me saying that you are too sensitive after cumming, that you need a moment to calm down As you relax, you realize, how hard and erect, I am. Without a word your hands, reach up, and undo my belt and unfasten my slacks. You slip off my shoes, and then tug my pants down and I step out of them. You see the head of my cock, peeking out of my briefs. You lean forward and lick the precum off the tip of my dick & savor it. Then you run your hand down the shaft watching it try and jump behind the fabric. When you pull my briefs down, my cock pops out and stands straight out. You look at it, admiring how it looks, and seeing how it curves slightly to the right. To tease me, you licking the shaft up & down & all over, but avoid the head. You even lick under the ridge of the head, but do not take the head in your mouth. Then licking all the way down to the base of my shaft you take my balls in your mouth, one at a time & suck on them softly. Then you take both in and massage them with your tongue. I'm leaking more precum as a reward, for your efforts. So, of course, you have to lick up the precum. Finally you engulf me your my mouth, deep-throating me all at once. Staying just like that, you keep my entire shaft inside with the tip at the back of your throat for a minute or so, getting used to the size and allowing me to feel the wetness & warmth of your mouth. I begin to moan, as it is sheer ecstasy to be buried to the hilt in your mouth. You allow part of the shaft to slide out so you can lick the head while it is still in your mouth, ringing around the ridge, flickering at the hole. Then I start to move like I want to fuck your face, but you stop me by shaking your finger at me. You again move towards the top & suck gently until you have taken almost all of me in your mouth. I find it very erotic watching you suck me off. As if realizing this, you put on a little show for me. Slowly moving my cock in & out of your mouth in long strokes, sucking softly & in the spots that you instinctively seem to know I like best. You do this until you feel me growing bigger. Then the teasing starts again, not letting me cum at first. My climax builds up, making me beg for release. Then you start to lick the head again, probing my hole in a sensual way that really turns me on, licking my shaft, while you cup my balls in your free hand. Then you take all of me in again & concentrate on the top of my dick. You move slowly at first then quicken the speed, using a hand at the base of my shaft. It is well lubricated with all your saliva that has dripped down my cock from your constant licking & sucking. Now you start to move your hand up & down in pace with your mouth, giving a hand job & blowjob at the same time, exciting me even more. I start to ooze cum & you release the base of my dick, which allows me to shoot my load of cum in one long stream at once. You lick and suck at the head of my shaft as cum spurts in your mouth. You keep it up until I begin to go soft in your mouth. After you release me, we both lie down and exchange kisses. We can taste ourselves on each other's lips, a heady taste. A cool breeze begins blowing, and I reach over and pull the blanket over us as we cuddle together. The next thing I know the sun is rising up in the sky and the birds are singing. Lying in my arms, you are still sleeping the picture of a sated person. I hate to wake you, but reality calls, and we both have jobs to go to, but I know that this is just the beginning; there will be other nights with more delights. Stargazing I've always been fascinated by the stars. That's the reason I was there that night. I live in the city, so I have to drive a bit to where I can see the stars clearly at night. Id gone to this place many times before, so I didn't think this night would be any different. At 4 o'clock on a Monday morning the world was sleeping. Or so I thought. I pulled up to a lightly wooded area. The place I intended was cleared of all trees. Perfect place to set up my telescope. I was looking up at my favorite constellation when I heard them. There were three. Young guys. All with dark hair. One with a beard. And one had a ball cap covering his long hair. They were joking around with each other and they hadn't yet noticed me. They were carrying sleeping bags, so I assumed they were camping. I ignored them, and went back to my telescope. "You know you shouldn't be out here at this time of night by yourself," a deep voice said. I looked up and one of the three, the bearded one, was standing quite close to me. I looked around, and the other two were on each side of me. I began to feel nervous. "I can take care of myself. If you don't mind, I'm kind of busy," I replied. "I can see that. But I have a different kind of busy in mind." The bearded one gave a slight nod to his friends, and they each grabbed one of my arms. I began to struggle. They did something to me then, because I passed out. I woke up and immediately felt the chill. I looked down at myself, and all of my clothes were gone. And then I saw the rope. I was tied, spread-eagle, to four stakes in the ground. My captors were just standing there looking down at me. I opened my mouth to scream, when one of them held a wicked looking knife to my throat. "We just want the use of your body for a while," said the bearded one. I guess he was the leader as the other two hadn't spoken. I wasn't quite sure of his meaning. I guess he saw my confusion. "The three of us are going to fuck you, honey. You wont get hurt. Be nice to us and we will be REAL nice to you. Nod if you understand." At his words I resigned myself to it. I was tied. No escape in sight. I was going to be raped. I would endure, and I would live to tell about it. I slowly nodded my head. After that things moved kind of fast. I blinked and the one with the ball cap was between my spread legs. I thought he would fuck me and be done with it, but he leaned down and licked my clit. It felt so good! My eyes filled with tears of shame. I was NOT supposed to like it. He used his tongue to get me nice and wet. Ready for them. He sucked at my clit, circling his tongue. He was finger-fucking me as he did this. I squirmed as much as my bonds would allow. I never expected to enjoy this! I could feel my cream running down the crack of my ass. I knew I would cum. The motion of his finger sped up. Then I felt him add another finger. Then another. He was stretching my pussy and it felt amazing. I found myself pushing against his hand. I was pretty far gone, so it took me a bit to notice the hands tugging at my nipples. Sucking them. Biting them. I was SO turned on. By strangers! And I was unwilling. Wasn't I? Between the finger-fucking in my pussy, and the teasing of my nipples, I came. And came hard. I had never been a gusher, but I could feel my juices all over me. Then I felt the head of a cock nudging my pussy lips. Some part of me, the sensible part, resisted. My mind knew it was wrong, but my body didn't seem to want to listen. I tried in vain to close my legs. My ankles were tied so this was just a waste of my time. But my captors noticed and I felt a stinging slap on my ass. "Submit. It hasn't been bad for you, has it? But it can be," said the bearded one, though I couldn't see him. And then another stinging slap to my ass. Amazingly, this made me even more wet. Again I felt the cock, and this time I didn't move. He pushed inside, little by little, until he was so deep I could feel his sac. Then he pulled out, almost all the way, and slammed into my cunt hard. To my shock, I came again. And he kept fucking me. Pounding me. He pushed his dick so deep into me, it almost hurt. But I loved it. I had been looking down, watching that fuck pole drive into me, so I was surprised when I felt a nudging at my lips. I looked up to see the bearded one, holding his cock to my lips like it was a treat. I opened my mouth and sucked him down. I didn't want to do it. Did I? I don't know. All I know is that I was sucking his dick like it was a lollipop. How many licks would it take to get to his cream filling? I licked around the head, determined to find out. I lost track of how many times I had cum. My pussy was still getting pounded. The bearded one was playing with my breasts while I sucked on him. And then I felt a finger rubbing at my ass. Spreading my juices over it. I tensed up at this, and I felt a stinging slap on my breast. I looked up at the bearded guy, and he just shook his head. I knew there was no point in trying to protect my last hole, so I did what he said. I submitted. Completely. The whole time I had the thought that I was being raped in my head. But I let that go and decided to enjoy. Now all of my holes were being fucked and I was feeling so many sensations. Like I was just in this never-ending orgasm. Vaguely I noticed that the guys would switch places. I didn't care who was where. I just didn't want them to stop. Funny, as soon as I thought this, I felt hot creamy cum hitting my breasts. The guy in my ass has rolled out from under me and pumped his cock until he sprayed all over me. I moaned at the feel of it. And then my mouth was full of juice. I tried to swallow it all, but some ran down my chin. Looking down, I saw my swollen pussy still being fucked. It was the bearded one. He was pounding me so hard. Almost like he was angry. And my cunt was sore, but I liked the soreness. He rubbed his thumb across my clit, forcing yet another orgasm with me. And as I was flying from it, I felt his hot cream filling me up on the inside. And then I was being untied. My clothes were handed to me. The bearded one simply raised his finger to his lips in a gesture meant to mean "shh." I got it. Not a word. I watched as they walked back into the woods. I had to stop myself from calling them back. I had just been raped! Hadn't I? Stargazing Sierra Nevada Field Camp. The sign hid shyly off the road like a mountain creature, flashing by before I could brake and turn in. It was a quarter mile before I found a wide enough shoulder to turn around and go back. A low wooden building faced the parking lot and an open meadow spread out to one side. On all other sides the ponderosa pines and firs of the montane forest crowded closely around. The air felt fresh and thin after the heat of Silicon Valley. I went inside to register. "Is this the astronomy camp?" I asked the girl inside. She was wearing a checked shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans of the sort that you work in rather the sort you wore to the mall to be seen in. She looked like she spent a lot of time outside. I couldn't tell if she was staff or another camper. "Yes it is." She nodded towards a clipboard on the table. "Check your name off on the sheet, then go pitch your tent in the meadow. There's a bathhouse down there for washing up. It's coed. Dinner's up here at six, and the professor will tell you about the schedule then." I thanked her and picked up the clipboard. It looked there were eight people registered, five guys and three girls, and only one was here before me. The girl in the checked shirt had disappeared, so I went out to find a camping spot. There was one tent pitched like a fortress in the center of the meadow. It let you know that it expected to soon be the center of a thriving village, with lesser tents set up about it. I found a secluded spot under a gnarled old black oak that looked like a good companion for reading. I'm not much of a joiner. After I had my dome tent set up, I still had three hours until dinner time. I had picked up a trail map in the main building, which indicated a number of loops fanning out from the meadow. I picked up my Pentax and started up a trail that was marked as an overlook. There were much more modern cameras than that Pentax, but we had been friends for nearly 20 years and I knew how it thought. I can't stand a camera that thinks it knows what exposure I want. I came back a few hours later, pleasantly tired and with a couple of rolls of pictures. The vistas had been grand, but it had been the small things that I had photographed: the poppy by the knobby rock, the wizened pine bent by the prevailing winds. The small things tell the stories. The meadow now had six tents, including my own. One had pitched by itself at the top edge of the meadow near the trees; another one who valued quiet. The other three had clustered around the tent in the center, completing the village that it had expected. Everyone had gathered in the main room, which appeared to serve as both dining room and classroom. An older man with a white mustache came over as I walked in. "I'm Professor Fields. I'm teaching the class this week. Have you already signed in?" "Yes, I got in earlier. I'm Ben." "You're just in time for dinner. Let's get some food and then we can go over the course." I started to get a sense of the others as we lined up to fill our plates. I pegged the confident young guy with curly dark hair and a Chicago accent as the leader of the tent village. There were a couple of other college-age guys who left no lasting impression on me. There was another fellow about my age, which is to say 29, with a dark, trim beard and coke bottle glasses. Then there was the girl. An urban pixie in a tube top and tight shorts. Close cropped deep brunette hair framed twinkling eyes and an upturned nose. The three college guys were about to strain an eyeball on her. I sat next to the guy who seemed my age. College kids were starting to seem a little young to me. His name was Robert, and he turned out to be an architect and designer in San Francisco. We got to talking about science fiction, found we both liked Roger Zelazny, and spent the meal talking about the finer points of "Lord of Light." After dinner the professor briefed us on the outline of the class: class time in the morning, labs in the afternoon, observing sessions in the evening. Then we adjourned to sit around the campfire outside. To my surprise, the urban pixie came over to sit next to me. I'm too nerdy to be much of a girl magnet, so I tried to figure out what had brought her over. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, and shivered slightly. Goose bumps marched up her arms, and her nipples jutted desperately through the fabric of the tube top, trying to stop it from slipping any lower. "You're not really dressed for the weather, you know." "It's the middle of summer! It's not supposed to be so cold!" "We're at 5600 feet. When the sun goes down, it gets really cold up here." I reached into my backpack and pulled out the extra flannel shirt I had taken on my hike. "Here, you can wear this for now." She gratefully pulled on the shirt, making the view marginally less distracting. I could still see a lot of leg. "Thanks! I'm Geri." "I'm Ben." "You don't look like you're here for the easy science credit so you can graduate." "I guess not. Is that what you're doing?" "Yeah, I need to complete the science requirement. I'm a design major, so I was just looking for something with the least math and memorization. What about you?" "Well, I actually already took astronomy in college, um, a few years ago. I actually took Carl Sagan's introductory astronomy class when I was a sophomore. But I haven't done any more since then, and I just bought a new telescope and wanted to get some observing time in. This seemed like a good way to do it." "Carl Sagan, huh? Even I've heard of him. He must have a really big telescope." "That's the thing about professional astronomers. They never actually look through their telescopes, they just hook cameras and instruments on them." A little while later I wandered off to my tent. Geri was still sitting and chatting with the others, and promised to return my shirt in the morning. During the night I was awakened by someone nearby with a bright light, followed by the sounds of tent assembly. I guessed that one of the two missing students had arrived late and decided to camp near me. Eventually the clanging, shuffling, and loud zipping subsided, but by then I was thoroughly awake and grumbling at the latecomer. Much, much later, I fell asleep again. In the morning the sun thumped on the tent flaps and generally insisted that it was time to be awake. When a cook's triangle added a call to breakfast to the ruckus, I reluctantly unzipped my sleeping bag. When I poked my head out of the tent, I found another tent had been put up about ten feet away. There were no signs of life just yet. The washroom was open air, and quite chilly. One of the guys was trying to use the shower, and was yodeling "Cold cold cold cold" at the top of his lungs. I decided to postpone my shower until later when it warmed up. Breakfast was in the main building, and the only takers were the five of us guys from the night before. Professor Fields came in, but only had coffee. He looked like the sort of person who got up at dawn. There was no sign of Geri, but near the end of breakfast a tousled redhead wandered in. "You must be Miss Keane." Professor Fields tapped the clipboard. "Yes, I'm Kerry. I got in very late last night. I had a flat tire on the way and it took forever to get it changed." "Glad you made it. We had one cancellation, so it's just the seven of you this week. Class starts in a half hour, so get yourself some breakfast." Geri rolled in about 20 minutes after the start of class, poured some coffee and listened in red-eyed befuddlement at the catalog of planets, satellites, asteroids, rings, and comets. When it was time for the first lab, the professor asked us to split into teams of two or three. I was surprised when both girls came over to team up with me. As we leaned over the lab benches to figure some simple orbital equations, I had to use all my concentration to keep my eyes on the paper in front of us. Geri was wearing a halter top that barely contained taut breasts. As for Kerry, I could now see that she was braless under a thin T-shirt, with a redhead's creamy complexion and incredible freckles plunging down her neckline. As a redhead myself, I've always had a special affinity for freckled vistas. I focused on the problem set, showing them how orbital speed and velocity are related. "Here, if this is the Sun," I drew a dot, "and this is Mercury," I drew a circle around the dot, "and this is Jupiter," a big circle around the first two, "you can figure out from their distances how fast they orbit." It started to dawn on me how much that drawing resembled a breast and I could feel my face heat up. I glanced up to see Kerry blushing slightly and Geri smiling to herself. Professor Fields discovered that I was sandbagging on the problems, and gave me some elliptical orbits to figure, then some hyperbolic ones. Geri wandered away to flirt innocently with the younger guys, but Kerry kept up with the math and got through some of the medium problem sets with only a few hints. By the end of the day I was feeling pleasantly challenged. Even though it was a basic course, with so few people the professor could give me some harder problems. I also ended up acting as an unofficial teaching assistant and math tutor to the others. After dinner, we waited for twilight, and headed up the road in our cars to the observing site. Again, the two girls picked my car to ride in, and this time I asked them about it in the privacy of the drive. "I'm just a simple math nerd. Why aren't you picking the guys your age to work with?" There was a conspiratorial double giggle. "Because they are our age, silly. They can't keep their eyes off our tits long enough to do a problem set. We've seen you sneak a peak too, but you're a gentleman about it." "Oh." I guess I was now considered "safe." "What about Robert?" "He's gay." "What? How do you know?" "It's obvious." "Maybe to you." After a short drive we came to an open field, and carried the telescopes by the beams of red flashlights to a good level spot. As we trod on low foliage, the fragrance of coyote sage filled the air. We startled some mule deer into bounding away, and the two girls grabbed my arms until their hearts stopped pounding. I can't say that I minded. It was a glorious clear and chilly night for observing. We quickly ran through the visible planets: Saturn and Mars, and then turned to some deep sky objects. I knew right where to find M57, and they gasped at the perfect smoke ring hanging in the black sky. The Great Hercules cluster and the Andromeda Galaxy didn't even require me to crack a star chart. The beautiful blue and gold doublet of Albireo was greeted with amazement: "I never knew stars had such colors!" When we called it quits after midnight, with the mountain cold seeping into our bones, we were all in a contemplative mood after seeing all the jewels in the sky. The ride back to camp was hushed. We got back to the tents late. All was quiet around the meadow, with only the fading rustles of people zipping into sleeping bags. I had just taken off my clothes and snuggled into my bag when there was the clang of a knocked over garbage can from near the main building. The night held its breath for a moment as it waited for another sound. The crickets had just about decided to start back in when I saw a flash of light outside my tent. "Ben! It's Kerry. Can I come in? I'm scared." I squirmed halfway out of my bag, unzipped the flap, and she crowded in, carrying her sleeping bag. "Do you have room in here? Do you think it's a bear?" "It might be. The cook said he saw one around last week. It's more likely to be raccoons, though. If I move a few bags around, there should be enough room. It's a three man tent and there's only one of me at the moment." I did that while she sat on top of her sleeping back, shivering. She was wearing only a T-shirt that was torn off at the midriff, and lacy panties. I looked at the bag she had brought in. "Were you warm enough last night?" "Uh, no. The cold seemed to go right through the bag." "It's not surprising. That's a real summer-weight bag, for warm nights. If we zip the bags together and put mine on top, it'll be warmer, plus we'll share the body heat." She hesitated, chewing her lip. "OK," she nodded. I climbed all the way out of the bag. "Oh!" she said. "Er, yes, I don't usually wear anything to sleep in. I wasn't expecting company. We can each turn towards the wall if you like." I zipped the bags together, and arranged them with as much insulation beneath them as possible, then turned down the corners on both sides. "I'll take this side and you can take that side. If we put our backs together you'll be warmer." She was still chewing her lip. I turned out the light and slid in my side, facing the wall. I heard some slithering, then some zipping, and a warm back pressed against mine. A warm, naked back. "You're a real gentleman, Ben. It's only fair for me to follow the house rules." The night grew quiet again, and I thought she might have dropped off to sleep. I tried not to think of her sitting cross legged on my sleeping bag, the bottom edges of her breasts just visible under the cut off T-shirt, the cute butt in the lace underwear... I told my cock to stop doing my thinking for me. Something moved outside the tent, and there was a loud wuffling noise. "Eep!" She spun around and grabbed me tight. "It's right outside!" "Just be calm. It's not going to hurt us." I turned to put an arm around her to calm her down. I became aware of the soft breasts pressed into my side. There were a few more snuffles from outside, and she squeezed me tighter. Then the sounds receded into the darkness. After it had been quiet for a while, the crickets resumed and the dark seemed less occupied. She relaxed a bit, and started to move off me, then stopped when she felt my rigid cock against her thigh. "Oh, did I do that?" "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." "Is it OK if I stay like this? I feel safer." "Uh, sure. Just a little..." I moved her a bit more on top so my cock wasn't squished between us. Now it stuck up between her legs. "Thank you. It feels strange to be able to make someone do something so ... involuntary." "You don't have a reaction?" "I feel kinda ... squishy." She squirmed a little bit and I realized that the head of my cock was now resting against her pussy. I could feel the soft downy hairs on either side. Something warm rested against the very tip. I held my breath. She moved slightly, and I could feel her pussy lips part, and just barely kiss my sensitive tip. "We shouldn't be doing this. I was just scared by the bear." She moved again, and her lips opened wider. "I don't want to take advantage of you." "I thought that usually went the other way." "It depends on how you do it." She wiggled again, and head of my cock slipped into her warm glove. "We just met. We don't know each other. This feels so dirty." She slipped ever so slightly lower. "We don't have any protection. I should be safe right now. Doesn't that make it feel more daring?" Another small slide. I was definitely inside her now. I couldn't pretend we were just touching. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" She made only the smallest of movements, but every one somehow took me deeper inside, sinking into a pool of hot quicksand. "No, never." I'm sure I could find some interpretation of that question that would make it true. She ran her hand over my jaw, which I kept covered with a trim red beard. If I shaved, I still got carded. The beard made me look a bit older. "I've never kissed anyone with a beard. What's it like?" "From this side of the beard, it's about the same. Perhaps you can tell me from that side." Soft lips found mine in the darkness, kissed lightly, then more deeply. She brushed them over my lips, my eyes, feeling what she couldn't see in the darkness. "It's a little prickly above your lip, but it's so soft everywhere else. I could imagine that I'm kissing one of the Kif." "I love that book. I can growl for you if you like." She laughed softly above me, which moved her breasts across my chest and transmitted soft quakes through our joined bodies. She lifted up a little bit above me to push me the last little way in. I lifted my knees to angle her for better penetration; she gasped. Now I could lift my hands to brush across her stiff nipples and cover her warm breasts with my palms. "Just stay there. I like to feel you just like that." Our movements were no more than our breathing, small pulsations in and out. It felt incredible. Each inhalation slipped back a millimeter; each exhalation penetrated deeper. She started to tremble. "Pinch my nipples," she whispered. I put thumb and forefinger on each one and pressed gently. "Harder." I pinched harder, afraid of hurting her. "Harder." I increased the pressure a bit more, marveling at how much she could take. "Harder ... Ah!" I used my raised knees to lift her a bit, pulling my cock back almost to her opening, then thrust back into her depths. She toppled over the edge, shaking and whimpering in pleasure. She seemed like the sort who had quiet, intense orgasms. After a few minutes she drew a breath and pulled herself back up. She started riding smoothly up and down on my cock, stroking me with her warm, textured walls. It was an impossibly quick trip to the top. "I'm going to come," I whispered. "Don't pull out! Make me all warm inside." That was too much. I grabbed her butt with both hands and speared home. Arching my back gave me another inch of penetration, all the way to the bottom. My cock contacted her cervix and knew it had reached its goal. Hot semen pumped through me into her, filling her inner spaces. I slowly exhaled, coming down from the wonderful high. She snuggled close. I pulled the sleeping bag up around her shoulders. She said sleepily, "Thank you for getting me warm again, Ben." We slept still joined. Sometime during the night I felt myself grow hard again within her. We slid half sleeping inside each other, and reprised the first movement. We came, or dreamed we came. We slept again. In the morning she looked a little uncertain. A "Did we do that?" look hid in her eyes. She didn't say much, but picked up her skimpy clothes, wrapped her sleeping bag around herself, and scurried the ten feet across the open to her tent. She came in late to breakfast, and paired up with someone different in lab. She didn't meet my eyes all morning. I finally cornered her just before lunch. "Did I say something wrong?" "No." "Then what is it? Last night was kind of crazy, but I thought that you enjoyed it." "It's just ... when I woke up this morning ... I started thinking I didn't even know the person I was last night. I've never slept with someone I met a few hours before. I've never talked dirty like that. I don't take risks like that. I've never been so aggressive with a guy. I don't want you to think I'm one of those easy girls." "Easy? Do you know how much work it was to get that bear to show up right then?" She looked startled, then slowly smiled. "Let's just say that the stars just aligned for us last night. Don't tarnish it with guilt." "All right. Thank you, Ben. I feel better now." After lunch, I was feeling kind of sticky, even though I liked smelling Kerry's scent on me. It had warmed up enough that I thought I would give the outdoor showers a try. I walked down to my tent to get a towel, then walked out to the showers in the meadow. They were unoccupied at the moment. There were three stalls with an outer changing area. The stalls only came up to my shoulder, so I could easily see the trees and sky on all sides. The one on the left was marked "Out of Order", so I took the middle one. Stargazing It was decidedly chilly to be naked and wet in the breeze. I soaped and rinsed as quickly as I could under the hot water, and stood for a moment, not wanting to get out into the cold air again. Someone came into the stall next to mine and tossed a towel on the edge, and started hanging up clothes. A pair of smiling brown eyes looked over the wall, and I realized there was a woman showering right next to me. I heard the water start running, then a yelp, "It's cold!" "Someone was complaining about that one this morning. Maybe there's something wrong with the plumbing." "You have hot water?" "Yes, this one's nice and hot." "I'll be right over." "What? Just a minute ..." She slipped through the curtain and pressed close to me under the hot spray. She had goosebumps from head to toe, and her nipples were puckered with the cold. "Ah! That water was freezing. Thanks for sharing. Want me to finish washing your back?" "Uh, I guess." She took the soap from my hand and turned me around and started running soapy hands up and down my back. It felt good, and she got my back and shoulders much cleaner than they needed to be. "Ok, your turn." She turned her back to me and waited expectantly. I soaped up my hands and started running them over her shoulders and down her back. She was only a few inches shorter than me, with narrow hips, long legs, and subtle breasts. She wore her brown hair short, and had a direct and humorous gaze. I soaped all the way down to her butt, which she wiggled in encouragement. That was all I needed to start working my way back up her sides, and up to her breasts. Running my palms over their slight but wide swell and jutting nipples was exciting, and I was by now fully hard. She backed into me, and rubbed my cock with her soap-slippery ass. She captured my hardness between her ass cheeks and rode it up and down her crack. I could feel her squeezing me with her toned muscles, and when I poked through between her legs, I could feel the tip of my cock graze her dangling labia. It only took a few minutes of these preliminaries before we were both flushed and breathing hard. She spun around in my arms, and lifting one leg and hooking it around my hip, she presented her pussy to my now throbbing member. I slid easily inside. She was so tall that I only had bend my legs slightly to meet her, and her leg hooked around my waist tilted her pelvis to the perfect angle. She grasped her ankle with her opposite hand and pulled me deep inside. This was an intense position. I could feel her clitoris ride the top of my cock as I thrust in and out. Locked in the grip of her leg, I could plunge as hard as I wanted and with exquisite control. The pressure was building up fast, and I wanted to bring her along with me. I slowed a bit, trying to hold back. She ground down on my shaft, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. She bent her back, uttering a wordless cry to the sky for an eternal moment, then she was bucking and thrashing wildly. I picked her up from the ground and thrust myself into her one, twice, and erupted inside her. I staggered, weak-kneed, and she unwrapped her legs from my waist and stood holding me tight. As I softened and shrank free of her, she matter-of-factly washed her juices from my cock and balls, rinsed herself, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Thanks for sharing your shower," she said, and slipped out to gather up her clothes. I spent another few minutes gathering my wits under the running water, then stepped out and got dressed, wondering who she was. I had a thought, and went to the next shower stall and tested the water. It was plenty hot. When I had been at my deepest inside of her, I had felt the unmistakable ring of a diaphragm. The whole setup had been planned. I felt a little manipulated, a little grateful, and very sated. I had never done it standing up like that before. I went back for the afternoon classes, helping with the constellation identification labs. Geri was relieved for the respite from the math, though the constellation shapes left her somewhat at sea. "How did they ever come up with all these names? I can't find anything in all these stars." "Actually, I don't think these fancy drawings really help. If you're looking for someone who looks like a pro wrestler, you're not going to find it in Hercules. Think of a stick figure, like you might have drawn on a cave wall thousands of years ago, then you'll be a lot closer." I sketched on some paper. "Here's a stick figure warrior. And this would be the swan, and the lyre. Orion is easy: here's his shoulders, and his belt, and legs. These three stars are his sword hanging from his belt, with a great nebula as the jewel." "Are you sure it's his sword?" I felt my cheeks blushing furiously. "I'm not trying to be suggestive! I'm just not very good at sketching." "I'm teasing, Ben. The stick figures really help, thanks. I'll definitely get Orion every time!" The course went on. The classes weren't too challenging, but were fun. Afternoons were good for hiking or photography. The observing sessions were spectacular in the clear, dark skies. Geri continued to boggle the male class members with jaw-dropping outfits, a new one every day. Kerry went back to her tent after the first night. "One night is a fling, more than one is a relationship. I have enough complications in my life right now," she said. One mystery was solved at dinnertime, when I caught a flash of brown eyes behind the counter in the kitchen, her slender figure clothed in checked shirt and work jeans. The cook saw my expression, and hollered over his shoulder, "Christine! You been messin' with the students again?" "Who is she?" "She teaches horseback riding nearby, helps around here sometimes. Gets a little frisky once in a while." "Just a little." On Thursday, Geri hooked me into going swimming during the afternoon break. There was a mountain lake nearby, which the camp staff was popular for swimming. We took my car, with a group that also included Robert and Kerry. We followed the directions given us until we found the turnoff with several cars parked on the road. "Don't turn around.". The girls were in the back seat, conspiring. I head dangerous rustling noises that went on for a while. "Ok, let's go swimming." I almost got whiplash from the glimpse I got in the rearview mirror. By the side of the road, the effect was dazzling. I had expected something sexy from Geri, and wasn't disappointed. Her outfits all week had highlighted her assets, but the white bikini top screamed "look here!", while the bottom would have fallen off anyone with fewer curves. I had expected something more conservative from Kerry, but her green bikini covered just as little. It reflected her green eyes, and set off her coppery curls and light skin. She was perhaps less blatantly smoldering than Geri, but was nonetheless a very beautiful lady. I realized I was staring, and from their smiles I gathered that was the desired effect. So was Robert. "Are you sure you feel safe with us, wearing those?" "Of course! You two are supposed to protect us from bears and wolves." "The four-legged or two-legged variety?" The girls laughed and started down the trail ahead of us. I could hear them talking. "I'm glad that fit, Kerry. The green never looked right on me, but it's perfect on you. You should keep it." So it was a conspiracy. As we walked behind, we pondered existential questions. "How do they move their hips like that?" Robert wondered. "It's some kind of occult knowledge, I believe." We came to the small beach, which already had a number of swimmers. We took the trail around the lake, looking for a more secluded spot. The local boys were disappointed, the local girls were relieved. We came finally to a small grassy shore, screened by trees. We spread our towels where Kerry and I could get some shade and the other two could enjoy the sun. We sat for a time, applying sunscreen, eating our sandwiches, enjoying the quiet. After a while, Kerry sat up and started scouting the lake. "I'd like to swim out to that island out there. It doesn't look too far out." Robert said, "I'll go with you. I used to be on the swim team in college. I can spot you if you get tired." "You'll spot me? How about I spot you 30 yards and then beat you there?" "Ooh, a race!" Geri squealed. "How about you two?" "I'm very good at sinking, but I don't think I can hold my breath long enough to walk out there," I replied. "You'll need someone on shore to judge the race for you," said Geri. Geri looked down at her bikini. "I'll swim right out of this two-piece." "Ah, making excuses, are we?" taunted Richard. Kerry looked steadily at him. "No." She reached behind and untied the bikini top and dropped it on the grass, then stepped out of the bottoms. She walked over to the shore. "Ready?" Richard's jaw hit the ground. After he tried a few times to produce a sound, he walked over to the shore and got ready to dive. Then he walked back and kicked off his shorts and returned to his position. "Ready." They both executed clean surface dives and came up stroking strongly for the island. We watched the figures dwindle towards the island, which was quite a distance away. "I'm glad Kerry broke the ice," remarked Geri. "I was worried about tan lines." She dropped her bikini on the grass and picked up her tanning lotion. "Can you get my back, Ben?" I took the lotion from her and poured some in my hand. Things had taken an unexpected turn in the last few minutes. It had started as a companionable walk, and now I was rubbing oil on the back of a naked girl. Was this an invitation? "Ben, there's two spots around front that need some lotion too." OK, it was an invitation. I may be dense with girls, but ... Well, leave it at that. I'm just dense. I poured lotion on my hands and reached around her. The breasts that had teased me from flirtatious concealment all week were soft and warm beneath my hands. The nipples that had strained to be free of tight fabrics rejoiced at the attentions of sun and fingers. She backed her naked butt into my crotch and reached her fingers to undo my shorts. She turned to rub her oiled breasts over my chest. She pushed my shorts down to my ankles, ending up eye to eye with my very erect cock. She took me in her mouth, tasting me with her clever tongue. She pulled back until her lips were just around the head, and bobbed back and forth in little movements that caressed the sensitive ridge around the head. My knees threatened to buckle and drop me on the grass like a puppet with its strings cut. A few moments and I was gasping. She pushed me down on the grass before I could come to the boiling point, and sat on my lap facing me with her legs around me. My cock was caught between us as she kissed me so deeply that I felt she was entering me rather than the reverse. She lifted up, and positioned me at her entrance. She rubbed the head of my cock against her opening, covering it with her juices. "You're so big. Go slowly," she murmured. It's not that I'm big, really, but she was so very tight. Tight as a drum. Tight as a python's coils. Tight as a glove two sizes too small. She forced me in the first inch with her hand, then tried to push down on me. I felt like she was going to bend me painfully in half. "Just a minute, Geri. Does penetration usually give you this much trouble?" She nodded, a small tear in one corner of her eye. "My boyfriend dumped me because I didn't want to do it because it hurt so much. Kerry told me how gentle you were. I thought it might make a difference." "Your boyfriend is an idiot. You're a wonderful person, and there's so many ways to enjoy yourself. Lie back here." I reclined her on the grass, and started to kiss her down her neck line. I circled her nipples and explored their three-dimensionality. Her breasts were high and firm, yet soft when squeezed. Her body must have been a fashion designer's dream; it had so many curves to drape and to highlight. Yet she didn't need embellishment. Nude, she was perfection itself. I kissed my way down her belly and parted her fine straight hairs. I parted her labia with my tongue and found her sweet hard center. I nibbled and sucked on the little nub as she started to moan. As I continued to pleasure her, I slid one finger into her vagina and reached up and forward to find that textured spot on her inner wall. "Oh my God! What are you doing? That feels so good!" My mouth was too busy to answer. The demonstration would have to be answer enough. I tried to stretch the walls of her vagina with my finger as I rubbed her G-spot, but she was so tight that I could barely move my finger inside her. Now she was thrashing around and half-heartedly calling out "Stop!". I knew she hadn't come yet, so I disregarded her instruction. A minute later I was rewarded by having her clench tightly, arch her back and hang rigidly on the edge, then tumble over into a panting, mewling, thrashing orgasm. I kept her there until her cries of "No more!" became convincing and then let her down. When she could finally speak, she licked her lips and asked weakly, "What was that?" "What do you mean?" "Everything went haywire and my head exploded and my toes are still tingling and I feel like I went through a blender. A very nice blender." "You had an orgasm." "Is that what it's like? I had just had a little tingle before, and thought that was it." "That was your first? I'm so glad for you." I felt very honored to have been able to bring on her first one, as well as astonished that she hadn't made it before this. We cuddled for a while in the grass until I had to say, "Geri, if I don't get some sunscreen on my white butt, I'm going to be really hurting tomorrow." She giggled and started rubbing lotion on my backside. I gasped with the cold shock when she squirted some on my balls and started rubbing it in. She took much longer than she really needed to, so when she said "Turn over," I stuck up as stiff as a pole in the mountain air. "Can't let this sunburn," she said as she rubbed lotion on it. She played, dripping cool lotion on it and letting it run down, swirling her fingers around the tip, squeezing the base until the head stood out purple and bulbous. "I still want to feel this inside me." "Try lying down on your side," I suggested, pushing her down. I pulled her lower leg straight and straddled it, and lifted her upper leg over mine. This opened her wide and I pressed the head of my cock against her pink opening. "Just relax and let me do it." I slowly eased inside, aided by the slippery lotion. I got the head inside and paused, almost overwhelmed by her tightness. I waited until the feeling subsided, and eased another inch inside. It was going to a challenge to last long enough to make a decent showing. Bit by bit I stretched her out and each time could slide a little deeper. At last I was fully inside. Now the challenge was moving without immediately coming. She was sexy, she was as tight as I had ever felt, and the pressure on my cock was exquisite. No wonder the poor girl had never had an orgasm before. What guy could last long enough to please her? I moved only the slightest bit at a time, shifting to the side to make sure my shaft made full contact with her clitoris. She began writhing, grasping at tufts of grass, gasping and moaning. With my clasp on her upper leg I could hold her in position and control my depth. I pulled back just a little so my cock head just contacted her G-spot and moved it back and forth just there. "It's ha... ha... happening again," she gasped. "It's ... Oh!". I gave two full strokes that rolled her eyes back in her head, and then I came. She squeezed her legs together, trapping me inside as I pumped myself dry deep within her. I folded myself over her back and held her in the warm Sierra sun. Some time later the splashing of someone coming ashore aroused us. Kerry and Robert were wading in, hand in hand. I was conscious that I was still inside Geri, and embarrassed, tried to pull out. She clamped her leg tight around me and kept me from moving. The other two sat down on the grass, unconcerned. Kerry put her hand familiarly in Robert's lap and grasped his cock. I guess they had done more than just race to the island. I started to have the dilemma that I was now getting hard again. Not only did I not want to pull my erection out in front of everyone, but Geri thought she could put it to much better use where it was. She started to move again, and I watched Kerry put her head in Robert's lap and start to work on getting her own hard toy to play with. We were quite late getting back for dinner that day. The next morning was the end of the class. We started packing for our drives back home. Kerry and I rolled up our tents in somewhat awkward silence for a while. When we finally had everything in stuff sacks, we stopped to survey our campsite and each other. "Will we see each other again?" I finally asked. "I don't think it would be the same at sea level," she said. "I'm heading east for graduate school, and you have your job." She stepped nearer and embraced me. "I learned a lot from you, about astronomy and ... other things. I'm going to be more uninhibited now. I'm going to enjoy my body without worrying so much about what people think. Thank you for that lesson." We kissed, briefly, and started carrying bags to the cars. "One thing, though," I said. "I thought you said Robert was gay." She blushed past her freckles, deep down her neckline, down to her somewhat sunburned breasts. "I guess I was wrong about that." In front of the main building, we all gathered to say our goodbyes. Geri was innocently flirtatious as always, giving everyone a hug to remember her by. When she came to me, she hung her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. "Thank you for helping me with the course. I wouldn't have passed without you. And thank you for the tutoring by the lake. Now that I know what I've been missing, I have some time to make up." She kissed my cheek. What happened in those meadows at 5600 feet stayed there, in that thin clear air that lets you see so far. Maybe it could only have happened there, under stars that city dwellers never see. We never did meet again, but we all took away a memory of an extraordinary week. When night falls and the stars begin to shine, I often unwrap it to remember again. I like to think they still do the same. Stargazing I had been teaching Emma remedial maths and biology for over a year when her mother Monique made the suggestion. Emma was a pleasant and cheerful girl, but with not much to distinguish her from most other teenagers. Not bad looking, though slightly plump. The residue of puppy fat still clinging to her developing adolescent body, gave her a somewhat homely look that detracted from her otherwise curvey figure. Monique had been most meticulous in finding a tutor for her daughter. My previous employers were called and grilled, not only on my teaching ability, but on every look or nuanced piece of behaviour towards my students, especially the young nubile ones. Since my only instances of passionate all night sex sessions and threesomes with my students were in my dreams (sometimes not even then - wakefulness had a tiresome habit of sneaking up on me at the most inopportune moments) - I was not surprised when I was given the job of tutoring Emma through her difficulties with mathematics. At first I found Emma to be a rather dull child; but then coming to me as a supplicant as it were, relying on me to help her navigate through the maze of what to me were rather simple mathematical conundrums, did not put her in the best light. Her ability in science was better than her mathematical skills, and when she got disillusioned, calling herself dumb, kicking the table in frustration, I would remind her that science is hard, and most teenagers choose not to take it. "You're not dumb," I told her. You have a keen scientific mind, a intelligent curiosity for the natural world, and if you can get over your mathematical barriers I'm sure you could do well in a scientific field." Monique sometimes sat in on my sessions, texting or reading while she waited to drive her daughter home. She glanced up when she heard this conversation, a slightly dimply smile appearing on her face. Starved as I was of most social discourse, due to my now regretted decision to give up my stable employment and concentrate on my writing, I looked forward to our weekly sessions. As time went on, Emma lost some of her diffidence along with the puppy fat, and while I made sure that professional boundaries were respected, on some occasions, when the lesson was over, and I was in my own unpaid time, we would have a chat the three of us, over some of the things we had in common, among them a love of cats, animals in general, and astronomy and science fiction, which Emma loved. While Monique would be friendly during these occasions, I never counted her as a close friend, so I was totally gob-smacked when she called me one day and requested a meeting without Emma present. Could she fancy me, I wondered. Maybe she has secretly admired me all this time and now she is revealing her love. I realised I knew very little about their family situation. I never even knew whether Monique was still with Emma's father, or if she was available. Anyway, I met Monique at a nearby coffee lounge, feeling an almost forgotten sense of tingling anticipation. "Can you go on a date with Emma?" was the first thing she asked, once we had exchanged the usual pleasantries. I did a double take, imagining a romantic date with her not unattractive teenage daughter. The tingling didn't go away, but had to cope with an abrupt change of object. "What's this about?" I asked. "Emma has been getting into some bad company and has been going out with some very unsavoury types. Some have been into drugs, and one of them even wore a gang patch. Emma has very little experience with boys, and I'm afraid she has been offering herself too freely to them. It would be great if she could have the experience of going out with a real man who could teach her what sexual pleasure really means before she falls off the rails completely." Could this be true? Was I really being offered every middle aged man's wet dream; an erotic interlude with a hot teenager? "What does Emma think of this?" I asked. "She's all for it," said Monique. "To tell the truth, she's fancied you almost from the first time you met her, but has not felt the confidence to make any moves on someone intellectually so far above her. You would be doing both of us a favour." I stirred around in my latte, trying to make sense of what Monique had been saying, and hoping that I wouldn't wake just yet. "I will of course reimburse you for the meal and movies. And anything else you may need to spend ... motel bills and all that." Monique looked away from me and her cheeks flushed. "All right," I said. And then, thinking this didn't display the right note of passion, I continued. "I would be honoured to take Emma out. Shall I pick her up from your place at 6 o'clock tomorrow evening?" # The next morning I could hardly concentrate on any of my work, so engrossed was my mind on the excitement the evening would hold. A hot chick to do hot things with. The first time I had dated a woman for several years. I called in to a florist and got them to send a rose to Emma's address, with a note formally asking if I could have the pleasure of her company at 6 o'clock. A nice romantic touch I thought, as I pocketed the receipt to show Monique later. The phone rang at 3 o'clock. It was Emma. "Thank you for the rose and your wonderful invitation," she gushed. "I would love to come. Where are you taking me?" "Wait and see," I said. "So will you give me the pleasure of accompanying me?" "Most certainly," she replied. "I'll see you at six." I spent more time than normal on my wardrobe, had a shower, checked that my condoms hadn't reached their use by date, and was ready outside the house at six. Emma was waiting by the gate, in a well tailored winter dress with high heeled shoes and skilful dabs of make-up that accentuated her better features. I opened the passenger door and closed it behind her as she got into the car. I thought that conversation may be awkward, but we chatted about our mutual interests as I drove to the restaurant, and about her dreams of becoming a vet, or maybe even an astronomer. I carefully steered the conversation away from any shop talk about school or exam requirements for veterinary college, instead talking about experiences of various vets I had known through my animal advocacy work. I had picked a fairly high quality restaurant that specialised in vegetarian cuisine, and Emma appeared awestruck by her surroundings as I took her by the arm and guided her in. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze. A foretaste of what was to come, maybe? We held hands under the table throughout the meal. Emma proved to be surprisingly good company, as well as being very good looking. Conscious of my responsibility to Monique I didn't order any alcohol, and gently dissuaded Emma from doing so. She was after all still under-age for drinking. Though legal for planned activities, I had to remind myself. After the meal I took Emma to a movie. I don't remember much of the plot, my mind was distracted by the warm teenage flesh I cuddled up to in the back seats, and her fresh body smell. "Thank you for a lovely evening," said Emma as we got back to the car and I started the drive through the well lit city streets. "It's not over yet," I said. "Where are you taking me now?" Emma asked. I could sense excitement and nervousness in her voice. "You'll see." I turned off the main street and into the suburbs, eventually leaving the city behind and winding through the hills towards the coast. Emma laid her hand on my thigh, and started massaging. I gently removed it. "Later," I said. A distracted fumble in a car when I am concentrating on driving would not meet Monique's criteria of showing her daughter 'what sexual pleasure really means'. Eventually we stopped at a grassy area by the beach and got out of the car. It was a clear moonless night and our breath condensed in an icy fog. I wrapped the pair of us in a thick blanket I had in the back of the car, and we lay snuggled together on the grass watching the millions of stars winking above us, the prominent Southern Cross, Orion's belt on the horizon, and the speckled band of the Milky Way visible as an arc of faint light in the sky, something we could never see in the city. We started to chat and point out the various stars and planets to each other. I was impressed with Emma's ability to read the map of the sky. "It's really beautiful," said Emma. She turned her face towards me. I lightly brushed my lips against hers, resisting the urge to bury my mouth inside her, push my hand up her dress and caress her roughly. Though I knew she would be willing, I had other things planned. I had a thermos of warm coffee, and we drank it together as Emma talked more about her plans for the future. "What about boyfriends?" I asked. "Oh, I've had a few of them," she said. "But all they want to do is grope me. I mean I do get turned on by them, but mum says there's more to life and a gentleman would respect me. She left my father when I was a toddler, and she has been really choosy, so she doesn't have a bloke at the moment. She says I have to be too. But I don't know. I get really horny." I felt a sudden quickening of excitement at Emma's words. I was conscious of her warm body beside mine, and I was afraid she would feel my heart thumping against her. Emma was hinting; that much was plain. We were only an hours drive from the city, but it was hidden by the hills and the new moon darkness was almost absolute. I felt snug and warm, Emma's body pressed against me, as we lay back enjoying the stellar scenery and each other. It was past midnight when we packed the blanket into the car and drove back to town. I stopped outside her house and walked her to the door. "Thank you for a lovely time," she said, lifting her mouth to mine. There was a hammering in my heart and an answering resonance from my loins. This girl was offering herself to me. Monique had made herself scarce for the night, and we would be on our own. We could move inside to the bedroom. There I would slip my hand slowly up her dress, peeling it off and undoing her bra strap in the process. Her young girl smell would pervade the room as her excitement mounted. Emma would groan and clasp herself to me, and I would carry her gently to the bed, lift up her legs and unroll her knickers from her thighs. Then I would fondle, knead and caress her sensitive body, making her wriggle and squeak with pleasure, get the juices running before slipping softly inside her, stimulating both of us to climax. Emma looked up at me, bewilderment on her face, as I gently extracted myself from her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Thank you for your company. It was very satisfying to spend time with you. You will make some young man very happy." I turned and walked back to the car. I noticed Emma gazing at me through the rear mirror as I turned the corner of the road. # I spent the next week in a state of fluttering excitement. Romantic love and I had been strangers for so long, I was at first reluctant to renew the acquaintance. My humdrum life was tedious but somehow solid and dependable, and too much excitement would introduce a discordant element. But over the next few days I found it harder to maintain the pretence. The intervention by romantic love was not an intrusion, but more like a piece of background music that accentuates a pleasure, or a subtle spice that highlights pleasurable but less obtrusive flavours. On the surface my humdrum life was no less humdrum. I would get up, do my writing, chat to my agent, and occasionally do some part time teaching work. But the feelings that accompanied it - oh how different. The pleasurable sensation would creep up on me and burst in my brain like a scented bubble, and I would feel like laughing out loud. To be so in love with such a wonderful person. And to entertain the vague hope that they may love you too. I held on to my feelings for four days, then I called Emma's home number. Monique answered it. Emma was out, and would not be back until late. "I really want to thank you for the way you helped Emma," she said. "She came home full of exuberance about what a wonderful romantic time she had with you, how you were so respectful and thoughtful and how you really made her feel like a woman and not a child." I wondered how much Emma had told her mother, as Monique continued. "I was asked out on a date myself that night, so I thought I would let you have the house to yourselves. Well Emma has declined all amorous advances from those deadhead boyfriends of hers. She said that she is a woman and wants a man, not a boy. Such a difference in her self esteem. "Just today, she got an invitation from someone she had been corresponding with from overseas who had come back unexpectedly. He has always been a friend of the family and fond of Emma, but she never seemed to fancy him until now. They're out on a date right now. I will let Emma know you called when she gets back. I'm sure she would want to speak to you in person." I felt like I had just taken a fast journey downwards in a lift. Was I too late for my romantic dream? Then I heard Monique continue. "Emma has said she is not going to take things too far. She said her date with you taught her that it is best to take things slowly and not be carried away by passion. I must say she has grown up a lot. I was hurt myself when I was younger and that's been the rule I live by too. So I dumped the man I went out with the same night. He was far too forward. You've helped me as well as my daughter." The lift stopped falling and started to rise again. Maybe I wasn't too late after all. I found myself stammering as I spoke to Monique. "I would very much like another date," I said. "Are you free this week?"