3 comments/ 130353 views/ 4 favorites Graduation Trip By: nancyisnaked I didn't believe it was actually going to happen until I was speeding down the runway at Kansas City airport in a plane bound for Cancun. I had been begging my parents to let me go for the past six-months and they finally relented. It was our high school senior trip. You have to understand, my parents are very religious and very strict. This was the first time I had ever been allowed to travel without them. In fact, this was the first time I had been anywhere on my own. I was thankful that only 10 or so seniors from our class were going. Not only was I ready to get away from most my classmates from our small town high school, but I didn't want anything that I did getting back to my parents. My best friend Lyndse and Beth had come along, and was probably the only reason my parents let me go. Little did my parents know that they were much wilder than I, although I had never had the chance. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I knew I wanted to get drunk and kiss guys. Little did I know that things would go much farther than I could ever have imagined. Let's put it this way, I arrived in Mexico a virgin, but left having had more sexual experience than most people do their whole lives. Day 1: The First for many things. "Wow!" Lyndse said to me as I walked out of the fitting room. "Where have you been hiding that body girl?" I looked in the mirror noticing my face was turning red hearing Lyndse's comment. I have never been in public with so little on. I was wearing a yellow thong bikini that left little to the imagination. I had to admit, though, I thought I looked good in it too. My four years of playing soccer for my high school had paid off. A short time later I left the little bikini shop with a yellow and a white thong bikini in my bag, along with a sarong to cover up with when going out to the beach. We had arrived at our hotel in mid morning. Once we settled into our room, we headed out to the shops. Lyndse really wanted to get a new bikini before we set out for the beach. I needed one too. The only swimsuit I owned was a one piece. My mother would not hear of me wearing a bikini, and she would die if she knew I had bought a thong. After some more shopping,mostly buying outfits to wear to the clubs, we headed back to the hotel. We each had made appointments at the beauty salon to get manicures, pedicures, and bikini waxes. We sat at the bar, under a hut, by the pool sipping on margueritas. Just a few steps down from the bar was the beach. There were a lot of people laying out, and most of the women were topless. I was a little nervous when I thought about laying out at the beach topless myself, but I figured if everyone else was doing it, then I would be okay. I was a little buzzed as I made my way to my salon appointment. It was a strange feeling since I had never really had any alcohol before. In fact, I never had a bikini wax before, and I was a little apprehensive. The idea getting my hair ripped from its roots in such a sensitive area did not appeal to me. My pedicure and manicure went by smoothly, and afterward the manicurist told be to go to the back room for the wax. "Hi," I said opening the back door. "I'm here for my wax." "Oh, yes, yes," said a small woman in thick glasses with a thick slavic accent. "Come sit down." "Are you from...[awkward pause]...Mexico?" I asked knowing that she probably wasn't. "Oh, my accent? Thank you for such a nice way of putting it," she said laughing. "I'm from Poland. Now, what can I do for you?" "My friend told me to get the Sphynx," I said. "Oh," she said looking at me with an excited expression. "The Sphynx. I can do that for you. You must take off your shorts." I took off my shorts and sat on the chair, in my panties, waiting. "Your panties too," she told me with a somewhat puzzled expression. "Oh," I said pulling off my panties, and feeling self conscious. "You know where the name came from?" she asked spreading my legs, and making me lift my hips up while she inspected, my now, fully exposed pubic area. "No," I said. I felt like I was at the doctors gettting an exam. I had no idea that this would be so involved. "The Sphynx is a hairless cat from Egypt," she replied as she clipped off some of my pubic hair with her scissors. Normally, I would have been mortified with such intimate contact just like when I saw my doctor for my yearly exam. I don't know if it was the drinks I had, but I felt strangely relaxed. "I like you, you're nice and clean. So many girls come in here not clean. I think people don't realize how intimate the session will be. You know, between the cheeks and all. It's the biggest problem, not being clean" she said as I felt her fingers probing around my crotch. It felt kind of good, and I was a little surprised at my feelings. I figured it must have been the drinks. "I haven't had anyone come in for a Sphynx yet this summer. Brazilians, yes...lots of those, but no Sphynx." "What's a Brazilian?" I asked. "You know, just like a Sphynx except for a tiny thatch of hair on top," she told me. "I must tell you; the Sphynx takes guts and not everyone has a lover who deserves a Sphynx. All lovers, men and women, fall in love with the Sphynx." My mind worked slowly on what she was saying. I felt confused, and didn't understand. Wasn't I just getting a simple bikini wax? Then, as I felt warmth of the wax on my skin, it hit me what exactly a Sphynx was. "Ahhhh," I screamed as a felt a sharp stinging pain around my sex. "Now hold still," she said firmly. I felt another stinging pain, but I did not scream this time. "Now I get the strays," she said as she got between my legs with a pair of tweezers. "There it is," she said holding a mirror in front of my crotch. "It's beautiful, isn't?" I looked down into the mirror. What have I done? was my first thought. It reminded me of what I looked like when I was a little girl. Then she started rubbing some sort of oil around my pubic area that was now hairless. "It's tea tree oil," she explained. "It will keep everything nice and smooth." I could not believe Lyndse had told me to do this. What would someone think if they saw me like this? Was I all I could think. "People think this is sexy?" I asked. "Very much, just look," she answered as we looked in the mirror again at my freshly uncovered vagina. I could see her fingers still rubbing in the oil as well as feel it. I watched her fingers as she continued. I was fascinated by how it felt. No one, other than myself, had ever touched me down there like that. Part of me thought I was out of my mind that she was touching me like this. I saw her look at my like she was trying to gauge my reaction. I felt my hands grip the edge of the chair as she continued to touch me between my legs. I leaned back into the chair, and I could hear my breathing getting heavier as her fingers came ever so close the wet folds of my vagina. I practically jumped out of my chair when the door suddenly opened. "You're next appointed is ready whenever you are," I heard one of the manicurists say. Her eyes went from the Polish lady to me, and then between my legs. She shut the door quickly. "Rub this in when you get up in the morning. It will keep you from getting red bumps," the Polish lady said holding up the tea tree oil. "You should go, and be with your lover now, and show him your new gift." I quickly dressed and left the salon. I was dazed and confused, and do not remember walking from the salon to the hotel room. "Well," Lyndse said after I walked into the hotel room. Beth and Lyndse were in the process of getting ready to go out to dinner. "I can't believe you did that to me," I said, although I didn't really mind. I was still tripping out on what had happened with the Polish lady. "Well, can we at least see it," Lyndse said laughing. "You're not mad at me are you?" "Not that much," I replied. "I'm gonna take a shower, and if you're nice I might show it to you after." After I was done showering, I walked into the room with a towel wrapped around me. "Here it is," I said to Lyndse and Beth opening the towel. "Oh my God!" said Beth you actually did it. "It kind of looks good," Lyndse said staring at me. I stood naked in front of the full length mirror. The bareness of my sex looked strange, and exotic. I felt a small thrill when I saw Lyndse and Beth's reflection in the mirror looking at me. I stayed naked while I did my hair, and did my make-up. For whatever reason I felt aroused being naked in the room with Lyndse and Beth. Especially Lyndse because I caught her looking at me several times. Day 2: Losing my Virginity in an Unlikely Threesome I felt strange with an undercurrent of sexual arousal the next morning. It was same feeling I had since I had walked back to my room from my bikini wax. Lyndse, Beth, and I ended up not doing too much the previous night. We ate dinner at the hotel's buffet, then hung out in the hotel's bar. I think were all tired from traveling. I know I had been exhausted. I kept tripping out on getting how excited I had gotten as the much older Polish woman touched me after my bikini wax, and the thrill I got when Lyndse looked at me without my clothes on. After breakfast we headed down to the beach. As we made our way to a set of lounge chairs at the beach, I caught the eye of one of the security guards. He was Mexican, and not bad looking. As we set our towels down and got comfortable; we all decided to go topless like everyone else. I was pretty white, especially my breasts, so I had to put lots of sunscreen on. I rubbed the lotion on very quickly when I had to do my breasts. However, even though I felt self conscious, I also felt a little thrill when I noticed the security guard peeking at me from under his sunglasses while I was applying my lotion. I laid back on my lounge chair, practically naked in just my thong bottom, letting the sun heat my body. I let my mind wander, and kept imagining the guard walking over and rubbing lotion on my body. I was teasing myself big time, and I felt somewhat frustrated that I probably would not be able to take care of my excitement staying in the same room with Beth and Lyndse. As I became more excited my imagination grew with it. I was started to envision the security guard not just touching me with his hands, but going down on me. I felt like my desires were twisting my insides, making me uncomfortable, but also making me feel like I was coming alive. I had never really had such blatantly lewd thoughts running through my head like this. My visions of lust began to take on a life of their own in my half asleep aroused stated. Everyone on the beach was lining up to go down on me. Then I imagined a bunch of guys lined up waiting their turn to have their way with me, and the security guard was the first in line. At the end of the day, we went back to our hotel to get ready for dinner, and I was on fire. I wanted to masturbate so bad, but didn't get the chance sharing a room with the two other girls. I thought I would be able to in the shower, but it had a glass door. Lyndse was blow drying her hair, and could see me in the mirror. Fantasizing about her watching me masturbate while I was in the shower only made me more heated. I wondered what had gotten into me. Maybe it was because I was in a different country, the tropical air, or maybe that I was free of my restrictive parents, but I had been horny and thinking lewd thoughts almost from the first moments I stepped onto Mexican soil. After dinner we went to the club area in Cancun. We found one we liked, and started drinking. We were a little early, so there were not a lot of people there yet. "Hey, Nancy. Would you like to dance?" asked James a friend of mine from my high school. "Sure," I said. That would be my big mistake. He kept hanging on me the rest of the night. I had lost track of Lyndse and Beth, and I always seemed to be next to James. I knew James liked me, but he knew how I felt about him. We would just be friends. Although, James was sort of cramping my style I still managed to wander around the club, and dance with other guys. I had been hoping that dancing would help me work off some of my sexual energy, but it only made it worse. I had never been so worked up in my life. Some time later that night, I met Pete. He was in his mid twenties from San Francisco. He was a taller guy with short cropped hair, and very sexy. In my heightened state of arousal I felt like an easy woman that night. We really hit it off, and made out on the dance floor for most of the remainder of the night. His hands were all over me. I was wearing a black tank top with a tan skirt. I let his hands wander up my thighs. I felt a little guilty as I saw James watching us, knowing he still had feelings for me, but Pete was too good to pass up. I also felt that James should have moved on. At the end of the night Pete invited a bunch of people over to the condo where he was staying. Lyndse, Beth, and even James came along. When we arrived there were a bunch of people were already there smoking pot, and drinking in the main room. After a while when I was tired, wasted, and barely walking, James and Pete walked me up the stairs to Pete's room. I was out of it, but I started kissing Pete. James was also on the bed, and I figured he had dozed off. Several other people wandered in and out of the room. As they left I could hear comments like, "Damn, there's a chick with two guys in that bed!" I didn't care, and just enjoyed Pete's hands on my body. A short time later I found myself naked, and so was Pete. He touched me between my legs, and brought me to orgasm more than once.The whole time my tongue was exploring his mouth. In the heat of passion I suddenly found myself on my back underneath Pete with my legs spread wide. I felt the tip of his cock rubbing up against my wet sex, and I felt him slip inside me effortlessly. The feeling was exquisite, having his masculine flesh fill me up. I always thought losing my virginity would be more tramatic. It didn't hurt in the least, in fact it felt much nicer than I had imagined. I thought it strange that I took to losing my virginity so casually. God, he felt good inside me. I loved the feeling of his warm body up against mine, bare flesh against bare flesh, as he pulled himself in and out of me. Within a few minutes his body twisted, and contorted as he came inside me. I felt on top of the world as he laid there on top of me while we fell asleep. I woke up a while later with someone kissing my neck. It felt kinda of good so I didn't stop it right away until I found out it was James. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I want you Nancy," I heard James whisper. "I saw you with him, and I want to be with you too." "You saw us?" "Yeah, you looked so good," he said. "I was just wishing it was with me." I was still buzzing from the alcohol, and still kind of groggy. His hands were all over me, and I was going to tell him to stop, but it kind of felt good so I didn't. We started to kiss, and before I really knew what was happening I felt his manhood at my entrance, and then inside me. I had my second man within an hour of my first. I felt depraved, but without shame. It was kind of good feeling in a weird sort of way. It's hard to explain, but I just felt naughty and if felt good. I liked the idea that my lustful desires overcame my need to be a good girl. He didn't last too long, and came inside me rather quickly. We laid there, with him still inside me, as he softened. Then after a short time he started moving himself in and out of me. He hardened up, and we were going at it again. I was starting to get really turned on again when he climaxed for a second time. He fell asleep as we laid there after he was done. He rolled over onto his back beside me, and I laid on my side between James and Pete on the bed. I hadn't orgasmed while they had enetrated me, but it still had felt good. "That kind of turned me on," I suddenly heard Pete whisper behind me. "You watched?" I asked thinking he must have been kind of mad. "Oh, yeah," he said. "That was hot watching you get fucked, not once but twice. You're some kind of little slut, aren't you?" I wasn't sure want to say to that or how to take that, but he seemed turned on. I figured he meant it as a compliment. I had never had considered myself a slut before; it was different, and Pete seemed to think it was a good thing. "God, I want you again," Pete said as I felt him snuggle up against me from behind. He wrapped his arms around me, playing with my nipples with one hand, and had the other between my legs. He was getting me hot. "I think it's hot that you've done two guys in the same bed tonight," he said. "Oh yeah?" I replied. "Yeah," he said. "I have thing for slutty women like you." "You do, huh?" "Yes, I do," he anwered. "Tell me that you want to fuck me again." "I want you to fuck me again." "Say, I'm a slut and I need you fuck me," he asked. "I'm a slut, and I need to you to fuck me," I said. "I want...I need you to fuck me, and fuck me hard!" It was an unbelievable turn on saying such nasty words to him. I never imagined talking like that before, and doing it really got me going. I felt his cock rub up against me from behind. I moved my hips until I felt his cock at my entrance. He masturbated me while he continued to pound me from behind, and it felt like I was having, what seemed like, one big orgasm the whole time. We collapsed in a sweaty heap after he came inside me for the second time that night. Graduation Trip Graduation Trip I was never one to go along with that or any of the other stunts which went on. I was the "good girl." I never took money from my mom's purse or tried to swipe any alcohol from home. If I said I was going to an away game, that's where I went, not out to try and get into some place with a fake ID. I was never interested in trying any kind of drugs, but, honestly, neither were most of my friends. When I started dating I was almost always home by the time I had said and if not I always called. Unlike some of my friends I never said I was staying over night with one of my girlfriends who would cover for me while I spent the night with my boyfriend. I'm not saying I didn't want to do something like that, just that it wasn't my nature. I was the good girl. You know the saying: "Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere!" I started seriously dating when I was a freshman and quickly found I had the same desires as the other girls. Before the year was over, making out had become one of my favorite activities. It was near the end of sophomore year before a boy got my bra off and played with my breasts but once I had experienced it I was ready to repeat the activities. A couple of times I tried oral sex with a guy and found that it didn't bother me even if it didn't "ring my chimes" as I have heard it put. I was fingered a couple of times which felt very nice, but I never had a guy who wanted to go down on me. A long time afterwards I have found what I missed. I was still an actual virgin, although I came very close to changing that once or twice. My senior year one night after a football game and dance a guy and I stopped in a nice isolated park and soon had the car windows completely steamed up. It wasn't attempted rape, if that's what you are thinking. I wanted it as much as he did and I believe I was the one to actually escalate things. But somehow I couldn't get myself to let go completely. We ended that night with a little oral activity and not a minor amount of frustration. In spring of my senior year there was one guy who asked me to go on an overnight hike with him. Over two nights, actually. I did really like the guy and I have always loved outdoor activities and I almost said yes. Why didn't I? I'm not real sure. I think it must just have been my nature. I mean I couldn't bring myself to lie to my parents. I knew they wouldn't let me go if they were aware it would be with just a boy. I couldn't bring myself to ask any of my friends to lie for me either. And just maybe I was a little afraid of spending a couple of nights in a sleeping bag with him. For whatever reason, I didn't go. It was early April and people were talking about what they had planned for after graduation. I don't mean college - everyone had known what they were doing about that some time before. For several years I had set my mind on Ohio State and when I applied last fall and the acceptance came I had to start seriously looking for money. I would be out of state and that raised the cost quite a bit. The school counselors had pushed me to apply to an in-state school but I was determined on OSU if I could find any possible way to manage it. I had always known I wanted to go to college and for a number of years I had known that my family couldn't afford to send me. However, here's where being below average income actually helped. I filled out all the financial aid forms and applied for scholarships wherever I could and when awards were made I found that I would need to borrow only a small amount. Between several scholarships and a couple of grants, I would only be a thousand or so short and I could get loans for that or maybe even earn a good part of it during the summer. Which brings me back to activities after graduation. I had started looking for a summer job and had found one. I would be clerking at a local department store and would start the day after Memorial Day. I would be working five and a half days a week even if not eight hours a day. They didn't want to pay me any overtime. Anyway I didn't think I'd have a lot of extra time for other things except maybe something local. I thought I might be able to do some hiking or something or even a little backpacking in a near by state forest or something. I had taken up back packing when I was fourteen and loved it. Thus when three different friends of mine began to talk about trips out west I became a little envious. If I'm honest a lot envious. I had never been west of Chicago but had dreamed of the Rockies and other western locations. I would love to go spend some time out there. I think each of my friends' parents were sponsoring their trip but I knew there was no way that could happen for me so I tried to hide my jealousy. That didn't mean I refrained from mentioning their trips around the dinner table. I didn't make a big thing of it or anything but I couldn't help talking about it a few times. After dinner on Wednesday a week and a half before graduation, my parents said they wanted to talk with me. We all trooped into the living room and sat down. For several seconds no one said anything and then my parents looked at each other. Finally my dad turned towards me and began. "Lauren, you're graduating next week. We're both very proud of you and everything you have accomplished. We'd like to give you something special." I interrupted. "You don't need to do that, Dad." My mom suddenly interjected with surprising strength. "I know we don't HAVE to. That's one of the reasons we WANT to. You're a wonderful daughter and we want to do something special." Then in a lot more quiet tone she added, "I wish we could have done a lot more over the years." I again started to say something but my dad got words out first. "Lauren, you know we haven't been able to get you a lot of things we would have liked to. I think you are mature enough to understand about that and why we haven't, but now we are going to give you a graduation present." I sat back and waited as he gathered his thoughts a little and then said, "I wish we could send you on a nice long trip out to the western parks liked you mentioned a couple of your friends are taking, but I think you know we couldn't afford to cover everything like that, not to mention that the Chevy really isn't in good enough shape for you to make that long a trip by yourself. However, ..." He stopped for a second. If it was to catch my attention he needn't have bothered. I was all ears. "However," he began again, "we have found something that might do as a substitute." "I talked to my brother Sam a few weeks ago." My uncle Sam lived over near Springfield in Ohio. He had a son, Tyler, my age, who was also graduating this year. Their family was quite well off. Unfortunately, Tyler recognized this and somehow managed to bring it up in some roundabout fashion every time I saw him, which, admittedly, wasn't very often. Our families did get together about twice a year but that was all. Physically Tyler was a hunk. He was quarterback of his school football team and captain of the baseball team. Between his looks and athletic abilities and relative affluence he had developed the outlook of a lot guys in similar circumstances. He thought the world owed him and believed he could do anything he wanted. If I was the good girl who would go to heaven, Tyler was the guy who would take the bad girls everywhere. He believed that if the world didn't actually revolve around him, at least it should. All this flashed through my mind as Dad continued. "It seems that Tyler and a friend - Matthew something - are making a similar graduation trip. I'm not sure where all they are planning on going, but I know for sure Yellowstone and Grand Teton, maybe Glacier, and maybe some others. They have agreed to you going with them and we have reserved some rooms for you in these places. They are going to be camping a lot of the time but I know you like camping. They plan on being gone for the last week of July and most all of August. I know it's not exactly what you would want if you had full choice, but I hope it's something you'd like." I think I just sat staring for several seconds, but it seemed to be for several minutes. "Mom, Dad it sounds wonderful, but you don't need to do that. I know we really can't afford even this." Mom interrupted me again. "Lauren, we can afford this much. We've been saving for a present for you for a while now." Dad put in, "We were afraid you'd think like that so we made some reservations and paid for them. Too late to change and get our money back now, so, Daughter, you may as well go and enjoy them." I thanked them over and over repeatedly giving long hugs, partly to hide my wet eyes. Even if spending a month in the close company of my cousin wasn't at the top of my "to do" list, we did manage to get along. I didn't know this Matt but hoped he would be OK also. The next day I e-mailed Tyler and over the next few days he told me about where they had planned on going, what to bring and so on. They would be doing some backpacking, but I had gear for that, so it wasn't a problem. Besides, like I said, I like that. I knew Tyler had his own car - a Corvette - and I wondered how he could get everything in there. However, he told me that we'd be taking Matt's car which was a mid-sized sedan so there would be plenty of room. Because we wouldn't be going until the end of July we thought we'd have plenty of time to work out any more details about what else we might need to decide. By the time graduation came the following Saturday I think I was more excited about making the trip than about finishing high school. One Sunday late in June we made the two hour trip over to my uncle's place. In the afternoon while my parents and my aunt and uncle sat around discussing whatever it is that parents and aunts and uncles discuss, Tyler took me over to meet Matt. From the way Tyler acted, I'm not really sure if the main purpose wasn't to show off his Corvette rather than to introduce Matt. Matt seemed nice enough. He was a little shorter than Tyler, but Tyler was six foot two. Tyler had blonde hair while Matt's was a light brown that went well with his blue eyes. From the look of him I guessed he might be on the football team also and I later discovered he played end. However, while their physical resemblance was similar I quickly discovered there was a pleasant difference in the rest of their personality. As I've said, Tyler acted like the world revolved around him, but Matt seemed sincerely interested in me and treated me as an equal, something I could not imagine Tyler ever really doing. Matt's house was not on the scale of Tyler's, but was certainly upper middle class. It was a two story colonial and was set on at least a half or three quarter acre with a number of large trees, especially in the back where we moved to sit around a small patio table. Matt got some soft drinks and then we discussed the trip. The car he would be taking was a year old midsized Dodge. He didn't hesitate to say it wasn't his, but belonged to his family. When we looked over it I decided we wouldn't have any trouble fitting in everything for the three of us. We spent nearly two hours there, mostly talking about where we'd be going and what we'd be doing. I found that Matt had never been out west either. Tyler, of course, had made several trips with his family as well as one summer camp somewhere in Wyoming. Tyler didn't actually seem too interested in exactly what we'd be doing. I think just the idea of taking off and doing "things" was what got him excited. He also, as I might have expected, several times mentioned possibly meeting girls. Matt, on the other hand, seemed excited about the same sort of things as I was myself: seeing the different parks we had read about, hiking in a different kind of geography than we had experienced, and learning a little of the history of the areas we'd be visiting. He also - at least it seemed to me - appeared interested in me both as a partner and as a girl. I was happy to see this because I definitely noticed Matt. He was certainly good looking by anyone's standard. About six foot, well muscled and with a ready smile that showed a beautiful set of white teeth. Unlike many athletes he didn't really seem aware of his many assets, not acting superior as many such do. When he talked to me he sounded sincere and was just as interested in what I had to say as what he said himself. I should probably say a little about myself. I'm five foot nine. I'm fairly tall but thankfully also pretty slim. Part of that is because I get a lot of exercise and don't always pig out on junk food. Well, sometimes, but not really a whole lot. I have honey blonde hair, a little longer than shoulder length which I generally wear down or pull into a pony tail if I'm doing something that it would hinder. My eyes are a deep blue and my nose and ears seem to go with the rest of my face. I curve out and in where I should even if not quite as much as some men - and not a few girls - want. I know no girl is ever completely satisfied with her looks but I had come to pretty well accept mine. I knew I wasn't model material, but, as I once heard a distant relative say about a passing woman, I didn't think I'd be thrown out of bed for eating crackers. I was all right, probably a little better than just all right, but I wasn't going to be the prom queen three years running or anything. I found that Matt was also going to be attending OSU in the fall and was planning to major in engineering, probably electrical. I told him that I was going to be going there, too. My major would be business with a finance speciality. Tyler, of course, would never think of attending a state school. He would be going to Cornell. As far as I could tell he planned on a double major: fraternities and girls, not necessarily in that order. If my cousin was not totally spoiled rotten I was sure he had at least gone well past his "sell by" date. We spent three and a half hours with Matt and the longer we were there the more I found I liked him. He never gave any indication that he was aware of differences in our financial status and it was very quickly obvious that he was not overly impressed with himself. Not that he was in any way self depreciating. He didn't act falsely modest about his abilities or accomplishments. I learned that he also had received scholarships and had a fine academic record in high school. He knew he was a good football player but had no illusions about being of sufficient caliber for a major university team. I was also pleased to find that we had a number of areas of interest in common. He loved outdoor activities as I did myself. Our taste in music seemed similar, at least on the surface, as was our taste in reading. We both enjoyed historical fiction and science fiction genres. He was interested in photography, at least at an amateur level. I had received a digital camera as a graduation gift from an aunt and uncle on my mother's side and was eager to try it out on some of the landscapes I expected we would be seeing on our trip. And unlike my cousin Matt never made any reference to any other girls although I'm sure he was not without experience in this area. I suddenly came back to the present as I heard a car pull into the driveway outside. I actually ran to look out and saw that it was who I had been expecting. Thirty seconds later the two guys knocked on the door which I opened immediately. I invited them in just as my parents came into the room. Everyone said hello and then my parents started to ask a few things about the trip plans. I was suddenly afraid we'd be another hour talking and I was practically jumping up and down in my eagerness to get going. I think my dad must have noticed because in just a minute he said, "Well, we don't want to hold you up. I know Lauren is ready so you might as well get going." I silently thanked him and reached to pick up my things. I grabbed my small duffle and hiking boots but before I could try to pick up my backpack Matt hefted it. I smiled my thanks to him and all five of us headed out to towards the car. It took only seconds to fit my stuff into the trunk and then with a final goodbye and well wishes from my parents we climbed in and started off. Matt was driving and Tyler rode shotgun while I settled into the back seat. As we started down the road from my house I saw my parents, arms around each other, waving to us. It seems silly to say that I could tell what they were thinking from the way they were standing but I think I could. This was the first time I had ever gone on anything more than an overnight without them. I know I was aware of this. Aware but not afraid or anything. I knew I could handle it, but I think they also realized that. I believe they were feeling happy that they could have given me this opportunity and also that they, too, realized that I had grown up quite a bit and was ready to do things on my own. We soon picked up I-70 west towards Indianapolis. We were planning on just heading west until we felt like stopping for the night. It was only a little after nine when we left so we got to the capital before lunch time and turned north on I-65 towards Chicago. Somewhere about forty miles after that we pulled into a McDonald's and got some lunch. When we started out again Tyler said he wanted to sleep some and suggested I move to the front so he could spread out a little more in the back. I certainly had no problem with this. While I had been in the back it was a little difficult to talk and at least Matt and I wanted to talk a little about what we'd be doing. Tyler joined in the conversation also but he didn't seem as hyped about things as the two of us were. Now Tyler slumped into the corner and closed his eyes. Matt and I began our own conversation. There was a GPS on the windshield but I've always liked maps so I was frequently looking at one, anticipating where we'd be going and looking for interesting things along the way. At Chicago we took the tri-state bypass and switched onto the Northwest Tollway towards Wisconsin. As we crossed the border out of Illinois I remarked that this was a new state for me. In fact I had never been this far west or even this far from home in any direction. Matt replied that Wisconsin was a new state for him also although he had been further from home even if never in this direction. We seemed to be able to talk easily and all the while Tyler slept in the back seat. Personally I didn't mind that at all. I'm sure if he had been awake he would have said something that would put me down in some way. I don't mean to give the idea that Tyler is deliberately mean or anything. Actually we rarely argued at all and got along fairly well. It was just that he would probably say something without thinking how it would seem to me. For example, when I mentioned I had added a new state I'm sure he would have mentioned just how many of the fifty he had been to. It wasn't that he would try to put me down or be mean. Rather it was just that he was so full of himself sometimes that he couldn't help mentioning something like that. Tyler slept all afternoon. We stopped at a rest area about four thirty and he did get out but when we got back in he settled into his corner once again and I think he was asleep before we had merged back onto the highway. He finally came back awake as we were crossing the Mississippi into Minnesota. We heard him stir and Matt glanced back and said, "Welcome back." Then he added with just a tiny bit of sarcasm in his voice, "Have a good rest?" It went right over Tyler's head and he answered, "Yeah. Say, where are we anyway?" "Just crossed Old Man River," I replied. "We're now officially in the West." "Oh," was his only response. Then after a few seconds he added, "When were you guys planning on stopping? Graduation Trip Matt and I glanced at each other. The guys knew that my reservation at Yellowstone was two days off. We had planned to stop and see Mount Rushmore and probably stay somewhere near there at least one night, but with the distance we had already covered we'd have plenty of time. I shrugged and Matt finally said, "I suppose unless you have a different idea we might as well stop for the night in a half hour or so. That should give us time for supper and still get a good night's sleep so we can get an early start. How's that sound?" "It's fine with me," I replied. "Sure," Tyler said. "Wouldn't want you tired out tomorrow." It was his idea of a joke, I guess, but coming after he had slept the whole afternoon it didn't seem that funny to us. That's what I mean about Tyler's remarks. In another forty miles we saw a number of motel adds for an upcoming exit. One was a big Remada and Tyler suggested that. I probably would have picked one of the less expensive ones but I certainly wasn't going to say anything, especially on the first night out. We pulled in and all three of us headed to the desk. The guys were going to share a room but I got a single for myself. We took our things up to the third floor and put them in our rooms and then headed down to the restaurant for some supper, The restaurant had a separate entrance so we went back outside and started walking the thirty feet over to it. Just as we went out a red Mercedes convertible, a little two seat sports job, pulled in and a tall blonde girl got out. She was probably five ten or eleven, long blonde hair well down to the middle of her back and a skirt well up past the middle of her thighs. She was about our age or maybe a year or two older and of course both guys stared at her. I had to admit that she was strikingly beautiful. However, while Matt gave her a good once over, Tyler glued his eyes to her and let his gaze follow her around the car and into the reception area as if he had her on a leash. I'm sure he would have liked that, but when the door closed behind her he slowly turned back and we trooped on into the restaurant. They seated the three of us at a table by the windows and after looking over the menus we ordered meals. I was going to have to watch my expenses if we were going to be eating like this very often, but with lunch at a fast food place, it didn't average out too badly. After they had taken our orders and were just bringing our drinks, the girl from the Mercedes walked into the restaurant and stopped at the desk to wait to be seated. Just at that time there didn't happen to be anyone right there and I guess that was all Tyler needed to act impulsively. He suddenly stood up and went over and spoke to her. I couldn't hear anything he said, but I will admit that Tyler can be very engaging when he wants to be. Whatever it was there were a few comments back and forth. She didn't slap him and in fact smiled and laughed at something he said. Just then the receptionist returned and Tyler spoke to her before leading the girl over to our table. "Guys, this is Alexis. This is my cousin, Lauren, and a friend of mine, Matt." He indicated the seat next to me and Alexis sat down as Tyler called the waiter back over. Everyone said hello and Alexis quickly looked at the menu and ordered. When the waiter left Tyler said, "Alexis goes to Wellesley and I invited her so she wouldn't have to dine alone." Somehow I doubted that Alexis would ever have to dine alone unless she chose to. Actually she seemed nice enough and through out the meal we all go along well and the conversation flowed easily. I did get the impression that she was probably pretty well off both socially and financially. Well, if she went to Wellesley she must be, I suppose, but she carried herself like, as they say, "to the manor born". She was taking a trip out west sort of like we were although she didn't say just where she was heading now. When we finished eating Matt and I got ready to leave, but Tyler said he was going to stay for another cup of coffee and Alexis said she'd join him. We agreed to meet Tyler back in the restaurant at seven thirty in the morning for breakfast and then said good night before heading up to our rooms. The next morning I woke about six thirty which was usual for me. That gave me plenty of time for a shower and to get ready and about twenty after seven I took my case and headed downstairs. Matt had given each of us a key to the car so I took my bag on out and stowed it back in the trunk. I checked out of my room and headed into the restaurant to meet the others. I quickly saw Matt sitting at a table by himself so I moved on over and sat down opposite him. Something about the way he was sitting had made me look closer as I approached and I had seen that he looked rather down. In fact, he looked downright depressed. As I sat he looked up and I could see a look of real anguish on his face. "Matt, is something the matter?" I quickly asked,. He gave a sardonic smile and said, "You might say that. I'm sorry I'm so transparent." "What's happened?" I asked. "Just the end of the world." Then he shook his head and added, "Not really quite that bad but it seems like it. Lauren, I'm really sorry but I think we're going to have to cancel our trip and take you back home." I was shocked. "What is it? Has something happened to Tyler?" He hadn't come in yet and I was wondering where he was. "Yeah, something has happened to him, but not anything bad from his standpoint." The question must have been plain on my face because Matt reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "I went to sleep shortly after we went up last night. I woke up once at about four and Tyler wasn't there yet, but I went back to sleep right away. Sometime a little later I came half way awake as he came into the room but drifted back off almost immediately. When I did wake up a half hour later I found this." He handed me the paper. It read: "Matt. Alexis and I have hit it off really well. She is one really hot fox. She's headed to Vegas and then around some of the southwestern parks. I've decided to go with her so you and Lauren will have to carry on by yourselves. See you when you get back home." I stared at the paper for half a minute. "You mean he just took off?" Somehow this didn't actually seem too unlike Tyler. "Yeah. He took all his stuff and departed. I checked and her car is gone. I expect they're a hundred miles or more away by now." He looked directly at me for half a minute or more. "Lauren, I'm sorry but I don't think we can go on. Tyler was going to pay for lodging and I was going to supply car expenses. I hate to admit it but I don't have enough to cover places to stay and the car. Besides I'm not sure what your parents would say if we went on without your cousin. I guess we'll have to head back." I hadn't even thought about what my parents would say. I doubt they would want me spending the next five weeks with a boy they didn't even know. My world began to crumble also and I felt as depressed as Matt looked. Then I though of all the times I had been the "good girl" and passed up on things I might have wanted. I began to feel that this was a totally unfair reward for being good and doing what I should. The expression "shit happens" flashed in my mind and I suddenly felt ready to scream at the total unfairness of it all. Then another saying came to me. "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade." I slowly looked up at Matt. "Matt, the reservations I have at the parks are already paid for and I can't get the money back. I have enough to cover the other motel rooms I'll need and the camping fees for the rest of the time." I looked him right in the eyes and said, "We'd only need one campsite and there's no real difference in cost between a single and a double room." The silence hung in the air for a long time. Then Matt asked, the disbelief apparent in his voice, "Are you saying we should share rooms and go on with the trip?" "I smiled at him. "Yes. I'm tired of being the good girl who doesn't go anywhere except to heaven." I saw the look on his face and added, "We can share a room. We don't have to sleep together. Besides I don't snore." His face twisted into a little grin and I could see some of the depression lift as he realized there was still a chance to make the trip. "Would your parents agree to that? You are planning on telling them, aren't you?" I thought about his question for a few seconds. "Yes, I'm going to tell them." Then after another several seconds of silence I smiled and added, "But not until we're a bit further along." Matt had come alive again. "You're sure about this." And suddenly I was sure. I nodded strongly and said, "Yes. It's time I did some things on my own. You do want to do this, don't you?" His smile was the warmest I had seen from him. "You know it! If you really mean it, I'll be happy to continue under those conditions." I smiled back. "I mean it." Then in a mean little tease I added, "Roommate." I could see his face grow slightly red but took away any embarrassment by laughing which he joined. Once again feeling hungry, we proceeded to order breakfast and by a quarter after eight we were on our way once more. The country unfolded before us nearly unchanging as each minute moved us a little more than a mile closer to our destinations. Any way I looked the land was flat, stretching out to a distant horizon. Of course I knew the Great Plains lay around us but somehow I had never completely imagined the reality of them. The sky was a hard, clear blue and when we stopped for gas the outside air hit me like a furnace. I saw a thermometer on the station wall that read 97 degrees and I could easily believe it. About noon the sky in the far distance ahead of us began to change. At first it looked just a little gray but soon began to darken until I could clearly see a dark mass of cloud building both in front of us and to our right. As the minutes passed it started to move closer and towering dark thunderheads were rising high up into the blue dome. As we watched the obvious storm get closer Matt commented, "Maybe it might be a good time to look for somewhere for lunch. What do you think?" "I think you might be right." We began to watch for signs alongside the road and I played with the GPS looking for nearby restaurants. At last a sign appeared for an A&W some five miles ahead. I looked at the sign and then up at the darkening sky. "Maybe some root beer would be good." Matt looked up at the sky, laughed and said, "What was it? Another four or five miles? I think we can maybe make it there before everything turns loose." In fact we were inside and seated for a good five minutes before the storm broke with a furry that was quite surprising. Thunder, lightning and driving rain and I think even a little hail. After a few minutes the wind slackened slightly but the rain continued to come down in torrents, making the view through the big windows look like the inside of a fish bowl. I had at first started to ask for separate checks but then I thought about it. I decided that Matt was the kind of guy who would be more comfortable with a traditional role and let him answer "one check" when the waitress asked. After she had left I quietly said we could settle up later. Matt gave a slight nod and simply said, "We'll work something out." We took our time with our burgers and fries and then ordered root beer floats for dessert. When we had finished these the rain had at least slowed to just a heavy drizzle and I thought I could once again see blue sky in the distance to the west. We paid for the meal and stopped just inside the front door. The rain was still coming down but not really too hard. Matt pulled the car key out of his pocket and as we raced out he clicked the remote to unlock the doors. Then he surprised me by still opening my door for me even though he had to stand in the rain for a little longer to do it. The air had cooled and the temperature now felt like it had dropped to at least the low eighties if not more. Within twenty minutes the rain stopped altogether and the sky once again took on an unbroken blue, spreading to an horizon in front of us that looked like it must have been at least a thousand miles off. However, in another couple of hours we could again see some darker color along the boundary between earth and sky but as we continued on this darkening resolved itself into rises in the land itself. My first view of the western mountains! I knew from the map that these weren't really the Rockies but rather the Black Hills. Still they indicated a change in landscape. Once when I was thirteen we had made a trip to Shenandoah National Park in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. In one of the visitor books a tourist from Wyoming had written, "You call these mountains?" But they were still mountains to me. Now I would get to compare the Rockies and see if he was just exaggerating. The signs giving the distance to Rapid City were now down to double digits and before too long we were entering the edge of the city itself. We had a Triple A guide book with us and had looked for an inexpensive motel. We found one that wasn't too bad and had the AAA rating so it wouldn't be shabby or anything and pulled off. We both went into the lobby but I could see that Matt was a little hesitant. I suddenly guessed it was because I was going to pay for the room and he felt a little embarrassed so I quickly stepped forward to the desk. "Do you have a double for tonight?" I asked. The clerk replied, "I'm sure we do. Just let me check." He typed something into the computer and looked back up. "Yes, we do. Would you prefer first or second floor?" I glanced at Matt and he shrugged. I turned back and said, "Second, I guess. It doesn't really matter." He then handed me the registration card. I filled it out with my name and listed the number of persons as two. When I got to the space for the car information I turned and asked Matt, "Do you remember the license number?" He nodded and told me what it was as I filled it in. Then I handed it and my credit card to the clerk. He ran it and handed us two keys. No questions at all. We went back out and pulled the car around near a stairwell. Each of us took our small case and headed up as Matt pressed the lock button on the remote. The room was number 222, just one down from the stairs. Inside we found two queen sized beds and I noticed that Matt seemed to relax a little. Well, I'll admit I did also. I hadn't had nerve enough to ask for separate beds. I supposed I could have managed with only one but this would certainly be easier. After we had placed our cases on the bed Matt said, "Want to go out and look at Rushmore tonight? We should still have plenty of time." "Sure. We can probably even just get something to eat out there." We made our way back to the car and piled in once again. In just a short time we pulled into the large Rushmore parking lot. There were quite a few cars in the lot, but, then, this was major vacation time. A double row of flags led us towards the visitor center and coffee shop and on to view the huge monument high above. We both stopped and stared like tourists. Well, what did we expect. Of course we'd seen pictures of this gigantic sculpture but the reality of it was far more than any photograph could convey. As we were looking Matt made the comment, "I once read that the man who planned this was told that granite would erode about an inch in fifty thousand years. He then added a foot to the length of Washington's nose." "Really?" "That's what I read. I guess he planned for it to last a long time." I couldn't help but murmur, "Not like my cousin's commitments." Matt laughed. "Tyler does not always stick to a long term goal." Then he moved slightly closer to me and said, "I really don't mind as long as you don't. Do you mind?" I shook my head. "No, not really." Now that the decision had been made I was just as happy that I wouldn't have to put up with Tyler for the new few weeks. Then Matt surprised my by placing his arm around my shoulders and saying, "I guess we can muddle through by ourselves." The feel of his arm around me seemed welcome. I mean I had liked Matt from when I had first met him but there hadn't been any fireworks or flashing stars or tolling bells or anything. I did feel an attraction to him. After all, he was quite a hunk himself and he and I seemed to get along well together. I just hadn't thought of him in that light. Now at the touch of his arm, I began to see things a little differently and if anything I leaned a little more into him. We stood like that for probably ten minutes, just looking at the monument. Then Matt finally said, "Want to see about some food?" I smiled up at him and replied, "Sure. Let's see what they have here." He let his arm slide across my back and down my arm but, surprising myself, I caught his hand as it passed and held on. He smiled at me and gave it a squeeze and we walked hand in hand into the building. By the time we had finished eating it had become dark. We went back out and spent another fifteen minutes looking at the floodlit faces on the mountain and finally headed back to the car for the ride to the motel. Our cases were already inside so we just climbed the stairs. Matt used his key and unlocked the door and then held it for me to enter. One of the things I had quickly noticed about Matt, perhaps because it was so unusual, was his unfailing politeness. He always held doors for me, including the car doors. Given the chance he would carry my case. Unlike my cousin he never in any way acted as though I was even slightly inferior. In fact, quite the opposite. Once we were inside, however, he seemed to get a little more nervous. Well, I'll admit I did also. I had never been away from home on my own so far or so long as this was going to be, much less shared a room with a guy. I wondered if Matt had ever done anything like this. He suddenly picked up the ice bucket and said, "Lauren, I'm going to get something from the vending machines. Want anything?" I thought for just a second and replied, "Sure. Maybe a diet coke or something like that." He quickly turned and went back out. I moved over to my case, resting on what I assumed was going to be my bed, and started to get out the things I expected to need. Suddenly I realized I hadn't given any thought to what I would be wearing to sleep. I usually wore a short night shirt, sometimes with panties and sometimes without. Now I suddenly realized that this would show a lot of me even with the panties. Still, I hadn't brought anything else with me. After a few seconds I rationalized that I wouldn't be showing any more than when I was wearing a bathing suit, in fact rather less. This thought made me relax a little and I pulled the night shirt out along with the small case containing my hair and tooth brushes and so on. I closed the duffle and was holding up the shirt to look at it when Matt came back in the door. He saw what I had and for just a second he froze. Then I saw him relax with just the slightest of smiles. He might have been nervous but he was certainly able to handle it with no problem. I dropped the shirt onto the bed and said, "I guess I'll use this bed if that's all right with you." "Well, I'd planned on this one over here." Then he hesitated just a second and with a smile added, "But if you want to share ..." His smile and slight laugh made light of it but somehow I still felt a slight shiver up and down my spine. We sat down to our drinks and a little more talk. We decided to make an early start the next day and Matt set the alarm for six. So about ten we got ready to call it a day. Matt let me use the bathroom first and I changed into the night shirt. I would definitely be leaving the panties on tonight. Before I went back out I studied myself in the mirror. Sure the shirt was short and you could clearly see the outline of my breasts and nipples if it pressed against me, but really, I was decently covered. Graduation Trip After a few seconds of this self appraisal I went back out into the room. Matt looked like he couldn't help himself and he stared. I felt a little heat rising to my face as he studied me, but after a few seconds he said, "I'm sorry for staring, Lauren, but you look fantastic. You are one very hot girl." I'm not sure what surprised me the most. His apology or his assessment. I knew I was OK but I had never considered myself really hot. Still I could tell from his tone and his look that he was not just saying that. He really thought so and that revelation made me feel really pleased inside. I finally managed to reply, "That's all right. I'm not that good but I'm glad you seem to think so." With some fairly strong emotion in his voice he said, "Yes you are that good. Don't put yourself down." Before I could think of anything to say he turned and made his own way into the bathroom. While Matt was in the bathroom I pulled down the covers on my bed. As I heard him moving around inside it suddenly occurred to me that while I had been thinking about my own nightwear I had given no thought whatsoever to what Matt would wear. He hadn't taken any pajamas in with him and the thought suddenly popped into my head that I wondered if he slept nude. It was such a startling thought that my hand jumped to my mouth in surprise and I found myself just staring at the bathroom door. No, even if he did usually, I'm sure he wouldn't tonight. In another minute the question was answered when he emerged from the bathroom wearing just a pair of boxers. I've said that Matt would qualify as a hunk and it was even more apparent now. I'll admit that I stared a little also. I think he must have noticed because he gave me a quick little smile as I realized what I was doing and suddenly pulled my eyes away. I tried to cover my embarrassment by saying, "Well, it's only fair. You looked at me, didn't you?" He laughed and replied, "Certainly, although I'm sure I got the better deal. You can look at me as long as I get to look at you, although if I do much of that I'll probably have to turn my back to keep from embarrassing both of us." Then after a few seconds he added, "Seriously, Lauren. We will probably be seeing each other quite a bit if we are going to share a room. Let's just try to not let it bother us. Or I should say, not let it bother us in a bad way. I definitely find that looking at you bothers me in a most delightful fashion." He followed this with looking me slowly up and down. This time the rise in heat didn't seem to all be in my face. The next morning I woke before the alarm went off and since Matt was still asleep I went ahead and took my shower. When I came out of the bathroom, dressed in a shirt and cutoff jeans, Matt was awake and his eyes definitely followed me across the room before getting up and heading in to shower and shave himself. I haven't mentioned that Matt was clean shaven which I appreciated. I know some girls find it sexy if a man looks like he hasn't shaved for a couple of days, but I think that those guys just look sloppy. To me a guy who looks like that is more of a turnoff than anything else. We decided to stop at a McDonalds drive through and get something for breakfast so by seven we were on the interstate heading west once more. We followed I-90 on up into Montana and across until we turned south to go into Yellowstone. It was sometime between five and six when we got to the park. I had a reservation for a room just outside the park. It was just in my name but when I registered and listed number of persons as two, there was no comment. Inside we again found a pair of queen sized beds. No real differences from the last night. We still had enough time to make a quick trip into the park before night, so we headed over, stopping to pay the entrance fees, and then proceeded south. There was a picnic ground along the way but we decided to go get something to eat at one of the park coffee shops instead of cooking our own supper. It would cost a little more but we decided we could afford it. Actually neither of us really felt like cooking anything, not to mention cleaning up, after the long day. We finally got back to our room about nine forty-five and again headed right to our - separate - beds. We woke by six thirty, made trips to the bathroom and then set to finding some fast food for breakfast. After this we would be fixing meals ourselves most of the time and we had stopped the day before to get some groceries so we had enough in the cooler and car to last us several days. Now we headed back into the park. Yellowstone is a huge park, about 3500 square miles. The road around it is about one hundred forty miles, so we weren't going to see everything in one day. Actually we had another three nights before we had anywhere in particular to be. I had a reservation at Signal Mountain Lodge in the Grand Teton park on Saturday. This was Tuesday so we decided to just camp and explore Yellowstone for the next three days. That is exactly what we did. We found a campground and picked out a spot and quickly set up a tent. I had brought my own small back packing tent and Matt had the larger dome tent he and Tyler had planned to share, but since we had already shared a motel room, Matt and I decided to share a tent as well. If I am honest I'm sure part of this was because we both liked the idea of sleeping so near to each other. Once our campsite was established we set off to see some of the wonders of the park. Each day we would drive to some part of the park. We spent time looking at several geyser basins where water suddenly spurted many feet in the air. There were also a number of hot springs where the temperature of the pools of water ranged from just slightly warm to near boiling. Each temperature had its own ecosystem with the color varying from greens and blues in the cooler ones to reds and browns in the hotter regions. There were herds of bison, some moose, and a variety of other wildlife. There were the Paint Pots which were another set of hot pools with colored muds of a whole spectrum of colors. At Mammoth Hot Springs we walked among the vast "frozen falls" of white mineral deposits left by the overflowing springs. At the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River we followed Uncle Tom's Trail down towards the river. This trail is only a half mile long but drops a thousand feet in that short distance. At the altitude of the park - more than seven thousand feet above sea level - it is quite a work out for even people in great shape if they are not used to the thinner air. We had camped at Mammoth but decided to move to Grant Village towards the south end of the park so we wouldn't have so far to go to see things in that area. Most of the campgrounds are aimed at people with RVs. Not what I consider "real" camping - I'm a backpacker, after all. Not to mention that they cost about twenty-five dollars a night. Still, they did have showers and nice restrooms. There was one other thing about that week. On Thursday I decided I had better call my parents and let them know that Tyler had left us. I didn't want them finding out from, say , my uncle. I had dreaded this task but surprisingly it turned out not to be too bad. I made the call about six in the evening when I knew they would both be home. After about a thousand questions and answers about how the trip was going and if I was enjoying myself and so on, I finally managed to bring up the real subject of the call. I told them about how Tyler had taken off the second morning with a girl he met. Both of my parents were on the line and I heard my father laugh. Then he said, "I'm not too surprised. I've told my brother he was going to have trouble with him if he kept letting him get away with things so easily." My mom asked, "What about you? What are you doing about it?" I replied, "Matt and I decided to continue on as planned. As you pointed out, my rooms are already paid for and there can be no refund. We have the camping gear so the only real change is that Matt will be by himself." I didn't dare mention that we were now sharing rooms. I couldn't hear just what they said but I could hear my parents talk with each other for a little bit. Then my dad asked, "You sure everything is all right? You're OK for money and everything?" I let my breath out. "Sure. Nothing has really changed for me." While not completely true, nothing was changing as far as expenses were concerned. They spoke to each other quietly again for a few seconds and then mom said, "Well, you're eighteen and I guess you can handle things just as well. If you run into any problems, don't be afraid to give us a call." Maybe they did realize I was growing up. Maybe even more than I had myself. I thanked them and assured them I'd let them know if there was any problem. As for as my sleeping arrangements, I decided they didn't really need to know. Friday night was to be our last in Yellowstone and that afternoon we finally made it over to Old Faithful, probably the best known geyser in the world. We spent an hour or so walking around the area, looking at the big geyser as well as a number of other things and finally decided to go to the restaurant for dinner instead of back to the campsite. We lingered over the meal and spent some more time in the gift shop, mostly just looking at all the silly stuff tourists would buy. We were just getting ready to leave as the sun was setting when we noticed that the moon looked huge as it was coming up. Matt checked and it was a full moon that night and the weather was clear so we decided to stick around a little longer and maybe catch Old Faithful erupting in the moonlight. Over the week Matt and I had become much more relaxed with each other. Any nervousness at spending our nights together had disappeared. Moreover we were finding ourselves attracted to each other. We seemed to find that we were holding hands as we walked and talk between us was easy and relaxed. Now as dark settled over the area we walked out along the trails and boardwalk surrounding the geyser. The full moon was flooding everything with a silvery light and the warm night air moved with a very gentle breeze. We certainly weren't alone - not at one of the most frequented parks in the country - but there actually weren't too many people out here now. Mostly other couples. We stopped in a shadowed area where we could watch for the eruption. They post the approximate time of the next expected one, but it's never exact. We were just leaning against the rail, watching so we didn't miss it, and Matt's arm went first around my shoulders and then down around my waist. I moved slightly against him, relaxing in his space as he seemed to enfold me, and leaned my head against him. We stayed like that for perhaps five minutes or so when suddenly the column of water began to rise from the ground. The moonlight turned the spray to pure silver and we stared transfixed as it rose higher and higher before feathering away in the slight breeze. Suddenly the breeze decided not to be quite so gentle and a sudden gust moved the spray in our direction. We didn't get soaked or anything but there was a definite mist which made its way in our direction and successfully found us. As the water dampened us and the breeze cooled it considerably, Matt and I both laughed at the humor of the situation. The geyser had once again retreated to rest below the surface and a number of the other watchers had started back to their rooms or cars or where ever, leaving only a few couples still standing around. I wiped some mist from my face and turned to Matt and saw he had droplets on the ends of his nose and eyelashes. I reached up and lightly wiped some of the dampness from his nose and forehead. He turned to me and smiled. Then suddenly we were both frozen. It might have only been seconds or it could have been hours as far as I could tell, but for whatever time it was, neither of us moved. Then, very slowly, Matt moved. He moved towards me and I felt my heart beating more rapidly as he approached but I made no move to retreat. Nothing of the kind. I wanted to move myself, but towards him rather than away, although I couldn't seem to make myself respond. Instead I remained frozen. This didn't stop him as I felt his lips touch mine and then I was able to move, pressing mine against his as I actually felt that kiss flow into me and throughout my whole body. When we finally ended it we both pulled back if only a couple of inches, startled by what had happened. Startled, but not unhappy. In fact we decided to repeat it. Not just once but a number of times. Again after some unknown period of time we at last broke apart and hand in hand headed back to the car. When we finally climbed into our sleeping bags that night we turned towards each other and it seemed quite natural to come together for a good night kiss. In fact several until, as if we both suddenly realized what would happen if we continued, we gave one more quick one and then separated. I know I went almost immediately to sleep, but my dreams were filled with uncertain expectations of what would come with the daylight. In the morning we again woke at nearly the same time and quite naturally shared another kiss, but a fairly quick one this time. Then, surprisingly, we got up, went for showers, fixed breakfast, and continued much the same as any other day. We quickly broke camp and piled into the car to start south to Grand Teton. The Tetons are part of the Rockies and are young mountains. Sharp peaks, deep valleys, some worn into a "U" shape by the glaciers but others still retaining their sharp "V"s. As we moved south from Yellowstone we began to see these peaks on our right. By the time we got to the park itself they were even more magnificent than I had ever imagined even after looking at about a million pictures. We decided to stop at Colter Bay for a quick look around before going on south to the Signal Mountain Lodge where I had reservations. It turned out to not be so quick a look after all and we ended up spending several hours there. Colter Bay is a bay on the large Jackson Lake which spreads for miles at the eastern foot of the mountains. Located at Colter Bay are cabins, a campground, a visitor center and a number of other things. We ate a quick lunch in the coffee shop and then visited the gift shop and visitor center. We also found there is a trail that runs about a half mile or so around an island reached by a causeway. We couldn't resist this and it turned out to be a wonderful introduction to the park with spectacular views of the mountains on the far side of the lake as well as an abundance of wildlife, including deer that seemed not afraid of us at all. Walking around the island we discovered we were better off than a lot of people in that we had had most of the week to acclimate to the altitude. The lake is about 7500 feet above sea level and the mountains rise another six thousand beyond that. Until they get some exercise at these altitudes, we were warned, many "flatlanders" find they can barely walk even if they are used to exercising at lower levels. Altogether it was near six by the time we left to drive on south. When we arrived at Signal Mountain Lodge I suggested that Matt check on dinner hours in the restaurant while I checked in, so he headed one way while I moved on to the desk. We could have both gone to both places but I had a special reason for wanting to check in by myself. I kept being surprised by it even though I had made the decision earlier. It just seemed so unlike me that I had trouble believing I was really doing this. Anyway, they had my reservation. The rooms were actually separate log type cabins, many with fireplaces, I got the keys for ours and informed them there would be two of us instead of the one that had originally been stated. There was no problem with this and no additional cost. Then I went over and met Matt at the restaurant and handed him his key. He said, "They'll still be serving for awhile, so we've got time." "Good. But I'm hungry now. Let's eat and then we can go over to the cabin." He gave a little laugh and said, "Sure. Wouldn't want you to starve, now would I." I had a reason for wanting to wait but I wasn't ready to tell him. We entered the restaurant and looked at the posted menus. The prices might have been a little high, but I knew in the park they would be. Still they weren't so outrageous that it would break us and the choices looked really good. We were seated where we could look out the big windows across the lake to the towering peaks and were asked about drinks. Matt looked at me and I think he was wondering if I wanted to try and order something alcoholic, but I was sure we would be asked for IDs if we did. Besides, I had no interest in getting drunk. I would have liked some wine, but it wasn't a big deal. (Yes, I knew what it tasted like. Actually my parents had occasionally let me have a little at meals for a couple of years, even if never more than a glass or two. I had come to like the taste.) We ordered soft drinks instead. I finally chose the trout while Matt had a steak. When the food came it was wonderful. We spent over an hour at the meal, even ordering a desert, which we split. When the check came Matt would not even let me see it. I expected to pay my share but he told me, "Not tonight. I'll take care of it." We left the restaurant and I took Matt's hand and tugged him down towards the shore. We continued to walk for a while, constantly looking to the magnificent view across the lake. The mountains stuck up almost another mile and a half, sharp slopes and snow topped peaks even at this time of year. I had read that they were named by early French explorers and teased Matt that he was so interested in them because the name translated to "Big Boob." Still, I had to admit that I found them just as fascinating as Matt and really doubted that the name had anything to do with the interest of either of us. The air was calm and that meant the lake was flat so that the reflection of the mountain peaks was as still as the actual mountains themselves. There were some clouds in the sky above. Mostly fluffy white but some with darker gray centers. As dusk fell they were back lighted by the setting sun which turned their edges to molten gold. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful sunset. We continued to walk along the shore and as the sun was finally going down moved among some trees between the cabin area and the campgrounds. Here we were fairly isolated and with almost no real thought by either of us we turned together and were soon lost in a deep kiss. We repeated this a number of times until with a sigh I lay my head against Matt's shoulder. He looked down at me and said, "You know, Lauren, I'm very, very glad you came on this trip. I'm also glad Tyler took off when he did." I turned my head and smiled up at him. "No more than I am glad I came. As for my cousin, well, I don't think he could have done anything to make the trip better." Matt gave a little laugh and we again became lost in a long kiss. When we finally pulled apart I was surprised to see that it was nearly dark. Also the air had cooled considerably. In the thin air of the mountains the temperature dropped rapidly when evening came. I was still dressed in shorts and a light shirt and while Matt had on jeans, his shirt was no heavier than mine. A slight breeze had arisen and now I suddenly shivered as a gust passed over us. "Cold?" Matt asked. "A little," I replied. "Let's go get our things and take them into the cabin. There's even a fireplace so you can build a fire for us." "A fireplace? Really? That will be nice." Then still hand in hand we made our way back to the car in the big lot and climbed inside for the short drive over to the cabin. We were able to park just outside and each of us picked up the small duffles we were using and headed to the door. Matt unlocked the door and held it for me and then followed me inside. Graduation Trip When the door closed behind us and we had flipped on a light we stopped to look around. It was a single room, a small fireplace on one wall with a stack of wood beside it. There was a small table with a pair of chairs and also two other larger chairs built in a rustic style with strung leather seats. There was also a queen sized bed framed with logs. As Matt took in the interior he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Lauren," he slowly began, "there appears to only be one bed." I think he was starting to say something else, probably that we should see if we could exchange cabins, when I said, "I know. I asked to make sure when I registered." He seemed totally frozen for several seconds. Finally he managed to get out, "Are you sure this is what you really want?" A hundred thoughts flashed through my mind in a single second. All the times I had wanted to do something but didn't because I thought I shouldn't. All the times I was the "good girl" who missed out on things. Maybe I didn't regret missing out on some of them but I certainly did on others. I looked directly at Matt. "Yes, I definitely want this." Then I hesitated for a second. "As long as you do, too." He pulled me into an embrace and held me close, my face buried against his shoulder, his in my hair and I could just hear him as he said, "Oh, yes. More than you can imagine." Then after a couple of seconds a practical thought hit him and he pulled slightly back. He looked down into my face and in a voice indicating a nearly hopeless obstacle added, "I don't have any condoms. Unless you have some I guess I can see if they carry them in the camp store." I smiled up at him. "I don't have any, but Matt, unless you sleep around more than I have come to believe you do, I doubt you have anything for me to catch. I know I don't." Then I looked down and very quietly added, "I've never had the chance to catch any." Surprise crossed his face. "You mean you have never..." I shook my head. "No. Oh, I'm not totally innocent. I've necked and petted a fair amount and even a little oral, but I'm still technically a virgin. I want you to change that. Please?" Still with the surprised look he managed to reply, "I would be honored. I guess I can be honest, too. I haven't had a chance to catch anything for over a year. I've not quite as 'pure'" - he said that with a teasing look and small sound to make it not quite a joke - "as you, but, Lauren, I don't want to take a chance on getting you pregnant." Again I smiled at him. "I may have been a good girl, but I'm also on the pill and have been for a couple of years. Unlike most girls who are, I really did start taking it to regulate my period. Also, Matt, I'll tell you that my hymen is gone, so we won't have to worry about that. Just make it good for me, please." We looked at each other for probably a half minute without saying anything. Then Matt said, "If you are sure." I nodded and he went on. "Then there are a couple of things I should get from the car." He dropped his hands from my shoulders and went back out the door, leaving me wondering just what he was talking about. In less than a minute he came back in, latching the door behind him. He was holding a couple of small candles in his left hand along with a bottle of champagne. It was a small bottle - probably one of the 375 ml ones - and it looked like it was wet and cold. At my look he answered the unspoken question. "Your cousin. In case we met some interesting girls, he said. I know he has a couple of fake IDs or he may just have brought it from his home. Anyway there are three more bottles like this and a couple of other wines in the car. He put this one in the cooler before we left. I guess you haven't seen it before." I shook my head. "No, I don't see how I could have missed it, but I guess I did. And yes, I'm glad you have it. I like the taste." He smiled and set the bottle on the table along with the candles and then went to start a fire in the fireplace. While he was doing that I looked around and found a couple of ash trays to use to hold the candles and placed one on each of the small tables on either side of the bed. Matt went to his pack and removed a small MP3 player and speaker. He touched the controls for a few seconds and then quiet, slow music began to come from it. He looked at me. Want music?" I nodded but added, "Like this. No rock." "No. No even any John Philip Sousa." I laughed and moved to put my arms around him and gave him a hug. He responded with a kiss. He turned and opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us. We stood for a couple of seconds, holding the pale liquid and looking into each other's eyes and then he raised his glass in a silent toast. I responded by raising mine, curious just what his toast was and wondering if it was the same as mine. We sipped the wine, stopping frequently to taste it on each other's lips. When the glasses were empty he took mine and set both on the small table and went over and turned off the electric lights, leaving only the two candles and the firelight to mitigate the darkness. Then he took me in his arms once again. We continued to hold each other and kiss and soon we were swaying to the sound of the music. Not really dancing, but just gently moving back and forth. The curtains were closed, the door latched and we were isolated in our own little world. How many times had I imagined a scene like this? Probably thousands but the face of the boy was never clear in any. Now it was very clear. Matt. He pulled me even closer and his hand began to move slowly up and down my back. I pressed more tightly against him and my own hands, which were already behind his neck, began to move a little, now sliding through his thick hair, now across his broad shoulders and down the plane of his strong back. I closed my eyes and we continued to move and to kiss. When I opened my eyes once again I could see the world only in the gold of the fire and candle light and the jet of the night. I felt my pulse quicken. Tonight I would put away childish things and become a woman. Inside I laughed at this thought. I was already a woman. Tonight I would finally acknowledge that fact. Matt's hands moved farther afield, sliding down my back and cupping my bottom. Moving over my shoulders, touching my face gently, sliding along my arms. Moving to cup my breast. This was not a totally new experience. I had made out with boys a number of times, even letting them play inside my clothes sometimes. I had done the same with them and had enjoyed all of these activities extremely. But I had never gone "all the way" before. I had frustrated both my date and myself on more than one occasion by stopping short. Somehow the "good girl" would not let that final act happen, but tonight it seemed I could let it happen and still be a good girl. Maybe I wouldn't go ALL the places the bad girls did, but I would definitely be going somewhere. We must have spent at least forty-five minutes in the standing foreplay. Matt's shirt was open as was my own, my breasts pressed against his firm chest. I could feel each hair on his chest as my rock hard nipples moved over them and my fingers pressed into the solid flesh of his back in response. I could also feel his arousal press firmly against me through our pants, especially since his hands were cupping my ass and pulling me against him. I'll also admit that my hands were doing the same thing. Suddenly Matt slipped his hands down inside my shorts, shaping themselves to the curves of the skin of my bare bottom. I moaned and leaned even more firmly forwards as I moved my own hands to slide inside his jeans. Our tongues doubled their mating dance, tangling and touching as our lips locked even more tightly. I could feel my hips move against Matt's without any conscious control on my part and I could feel his thrust against me in mirror fashion. At last Matt moved one hand to push my shirt from my shoulders and I duplicated his actions so that soon both of these garments were lying heaped on the floor, leaving only bare skin touching above our waists. Somehow we had kicked off our shoes and now I wanted more as I reached to unbuckle his belt and loosen the snap and zipper of his jeans. But even before I made much progress in this direction he had my own shorts free and began pushing them downwards even as I did the same with his. Each of us caught underwear on the downward path and in seconds we were standing, still locked in a deep kiss, totally naked. Together we pulled slightly back and Matt placed his hands on my shoulders and held me while he looked slowly up and down my bare body. "You are lovely, Lauren. A truly beautiful woman." I felt myself grow warm with the compliment and was a little happy that the dim light did not allow him to see my blush. I was never the one that boys thought about like that but it was obvious that Matt did, that he wasn't just saying it. After a few seconds he suddenly bent and scooped me up into his arms, causing me to emit a small squeal but almost instantly I settled into his arms, feeling secure and safe and, yes, loved. He just held me for a few seconds and then turned and carried me the few steps to the bed where he gently deposited me and once again stood looking as the golden light and dark shadows played over my bare form. I looked up at Matt's own sturdy form. He really was quite a hunk. No flab at all. Every muscle firm and defined but not grossly so as a weight lifting fanatic would be. I felt no embarrassment at being nude with him. Somewhere deep inside I wondered at this, but would examine that thought at a later time. Now I just wanted him against me. I could feel myself already very wet and could plainly see that Matt was excited and fully aroused. His shaft stood out rigidly, not huge like a porn star but certainly not tiny either. Of course I had only very limited experience but I thought he looked slightly larger than what I thought of as average. I stared at his manhood and felt myself quickly lick my lips. Without any conscious thought my legs spread in invitation and Matt moved to lie beside me on the bed. I pulled him against me full length and we shared another long, deep, and quite hot, kiss. Then on impulse I moved and bent to place my face near his firm rod. Both of my hands wrapped around it and I felt Matt shudder as I moved my face closer and my hot breath washed over the sensitive head just before I placed a kiss on this object of my interest. This was not the first time I had kissed a penis. I had given a blow job a couple of times even if I certainly wasn't an expert. I wasn't repulsed by the act or anything like that and even had no problem swallowing. But I had never found the concept as fascinating as I now did. Slowly my tongue emerged and began to lath the pulsing skin of Matt's organ, sliding around the head and touching the sensitive underside. Matt groaned in response and I opened my mouth to slide my lips over the head and slowly down the hot shaft, still moving my tongue all around the target of my desire. This didn't go on for long because Matt soon pulled back and in almost a gasp said, "Not too soon. Not yet." Then he placed a kiss on my lips and gently pushed me back down on the bed. I had expected he would then move above me and I would at long last experience the real thing of a male organ sliding deeply inside where I had previously had only a finger or a candle. (I didn't own a vibrator like a lot of the girls but I had used a candle to pleasure myself.) Instead, Matt moved and knelt between my ankles until he suddenly moved his head down and it was my turn to feel his hot breath on my most sensitive area. I had never had a date who would go down on me and wasn't really sure what to expect. I know some girls said it was wonderful but I also knew others who found the whole idea repugnant. I very quickly found they were wrong. As Matt's lips touched my lower lips and his tongue brushed against the sensitive skin, I felt an incredible sensation. I closed my eyes, arched my neck, opened my legs a little wider and pushed my pussy forward to let him get better access. He moved the flat of his tongue all along my slit, from the perineum forward until the tip began to circle my clit. I moaned and reached to hold his head as he teased me further, moving all around until at last the tip of his tongue began to touch my sensitive bud. I moaned louder. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Then even this paled as he caught my clit in his lips and pulled back slightly, tugging on the sensitive organ. I cried out and felt a small orgasm rock me as the hot tongue pushed into my slit, touching me inside. Matt continued to stimulate me orally for what seemed forever but was probably only a few minutes. At last he moved and placed himself above me supported on his arms. I needed him. I had no control over my actions and reached to grasp him and guide him to my flooded entrance. Matt needed no further direction and at last I felt the hot touch of him press into me, sliding slowly inside, stretching me, engulfing my senses, driving me nearly mad with pleasure. It seemed he kept going deeper and deeper so that I was sure I could never accommodate his length but at last I felt him press against me and knew I had him as deep as possible. Because I had no hymen there was no pain, only a most pleasant stretching and waves and waves of pleasure. For long seconds Matt held himself there, buried deeply, and then he began to slowly move out and back in. Somewhere in my primeval brain there must have been stored the proper pattern because I began to move with the ancient rhythm. My response must also have been programmed because in only a short time I felt myself go over the edge into orgasm. And then a short while later I was suddenly presented with a new stimulus. Matt's muscles tightened and suddenly I felt a hot flood deep inside myself. This was followed by another and probably several more but before the third spurt I was lost in a truly overwhelming orgasm of my own and could only cry out and dig my fingers into Matt's bottom, pulling him against me as hard as possible. The universe seemed to dissolve in an explosion of stars and colored lights. No more Lauren - just shiny pieces flung to the ends of existence. Some time later I began to come back together. Never had I ever come anywhere near that strongly. I was no stranger to orgasm even if most were self induced, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As I began to once again function I found that I was lying on my side, pressed full length against Matt who was gently stroking my bottom with his hand. It felt wonderful and I snuggled more closely against him. In another minute I was back in the real world once more. I turned and kissed Matt and managed to say, "Thank you. That was fantastic." Matt laughed. "Your are thanking me for taking your virginity? I'm sure it should be the other way around. Especially since you are such a wonderfully sensuous and incredibly responsive woman. That was definitely the hottest I have ever experienced." Then he hesitated for a couple of seconds and quietly added, "Although I'll admit I don't have an awful wide range of experience to compare with." I pulled my face back slightly. "I can't believe that. You are so sure of yourself and know just what to do. No one has ever excited me like that." Then it was my turn to hesitate until I added, "Of course I've never gone that far before. But I have played around a little with a few guys. None of them seemed to know what to do like you. It's awfully hard to believe you haven't had a lot - a whole lot - of experience." Matt leaned over and kissed me. "Honestly, Lauren, you are only the third girl I've made love with. And you are unlike any other I have known." I must have looked very surprised because he went on, "Actually it's been months - over a year, really - since I've done it. Sure a little necking and petting since then, but I haven't been to bed with anyone since winter, junior year." "From the way Tyler talks I would have thought you two were out doing this every week." I stopped for a second then went on. "Actually, being a little familiar with Tyler, I should have known better. But I don't care. I'm just wonderfully happy you did with me." "I hope it was good for you, Lauren. A girl's first time should be special. I never expected this but I certainly don't regret a second of it and really hope I made it good for you." "I can't imagine how it could have been any better, Matt." We snuggled for a little longer and then I yawned. Matt asked, "Tired?" "A little, I guess, but I don't want to go to sleep just yet." "I'm not too surprised you're tired. Say, want the rest of the wine now?" "That sounds like a good idea." We sat up and Matt went over and poured the remainder of the champagne into the two glasses and brought them back. He sat beside me on the bed and handed me mine." "What should we drink to?" he asked. I thought for just a second and then the answer seemed to just fill my mind. I gave a little laugh and replied, "To sex and the future." Matt laughed and raised his glass as did I and we each took a sip. I felt I had to explain a little. "Matt, as I said I can't imagine how my first time could have possibly been any better. I mean the candle light, the fire, the wine, the music, and you worked me up so wonderfully well. There is no way it could have been more romantic or improved in any way. But there is more than that even. I've never done it before. I guess just because I somehow thought I shouldn't." He started to say something, I think to try to reassure me but I beat him to it. "No, don't go worrying about pushing me into it. You know, if anything, I started things. Now I don't feel the slightest regret about what we did. I know we're not in love with each other or anything, but I feel a new world has opened up to me and I want to explore it. I'm not in love with you but I am in lust. The romantic lovemaking was fantastic and I would like to repeat it. But I also feel more turned on that I ever have. In a phrase, I'm hot for you and I want to fuck - a lot." Matt had a somewhat astounded look on his face and I added, "At least if that's all right with you." He nearly dropped his wine. "If it wasn't all right with me you should rush me to the ER. Lauren, I said you were the hottest girl I've ever known. I want you so badly I can't believe it." He raised his glass and finished the contents, setting it aside on the small night table. I drained my own glass and placed it beside his and then looked down at his once more hard shaft. I leaned back on my arms, my breasts pushing out, and in a slow drawl said, "Then what's stopping you, Stud?" Inside I couldn't believe I had done that but also inside I felt a flood in my lower regions. I was telling him the truth. I was turned on and wanted to be taken and taken hard. Matt needed no more invitation. He leaned forwards and pulled our nude bodies tightly together, one hand rising to my breast to roll and tug my rock hard nipple as our lips and tongues pulled hard against one another. Before we broke that kiss he was once again inside me. I was so wet there was no resistance as he touched my opening but as he slid inside I could feel every tiny movement as he stretched my velvet walls. His weight came down on top of me and I reveled in the feel of it as I was pressed hard into the bed. When he began to move I moved back just as hard and with just as much determination and soon we were pounding against each other. As he had just come a short time before this time lasted longer. Thankfully I wasn't as limited as Matt and managed three separate orgasms before I finally felt his hot seed spurting deeply into me. Again this triggered the largest orgasm of the bunch and I cried out and dug my fingers hard into his back and bottom and I came. It wasn't quite as hard as the first time but my climax still left me gasping and clinging tightly to Matt, pulling him down even harder against me. Graduation Trip: Day 4 We decided to lie out by the pool around 2pm. I slept off my soreness and hangover on the lounge chair in nothing but my thong bikini bottom. I was very hot under the afternoon sun, but it felt good. I watched as the occasional guy checked me out as I laid there practically naked. I especially enjoyed the guys who would sneak a glance at me when they were with their wife or girlfriend. As the afternoon wore on, I felt myself becoming horny again. I don't know if was the sun, my lack of clothing, the guys checking me out, or thinking about my recent sexual encounters, but I found myself pressing my pubic area against the cushion of the lounge chair trying to stimulate myself. When would enough be enough? I spied a group of guys on the other end of the pool drinking beers, and using a beer bong. Lyndse and Beth thought I was nuts when I suggested we join them, saying they couldn't even think of having a drink at that point. The guys looked kind of cute so, without putting on my top, I got into the pool and swam across to them. They thought the beer bong was the coolest thing. Seeing that as an opening, I asked if I could try it. A couple of hours later I had more than a few beer bongs giving me a good buzz, which only intensified my aroused state, as I sat in the hot tub, topless with six guys, and just three girls including me. A little while later I was in one guy's lap making out with him, and I noticed the two other girls were doing the same thing to the other guys. Since there were twice as many guys as girls, we ended switching to other guys after a short time. We weren't just kissing; we were doing some heavy duty grinding and groping. Everyone seemed to be getting really hot, but we were in broad daylight in the middle of the hotel pool, and so we were getting some looks. When a couple of security guards started heading our way one of the guys suggested that we all come up to his room and continue the party. I gathered my things, put my top back on, and headed up toward the room Lyndse and Beth decided to stay on the beach. The mood we had in the hot tub had changed once we were inside the room. It was a little awkward at first, and one of the girls decided to leave. After a few more drinks the party started rolling again. I was starting to get quite drunk. There were two queen-sized beds in the room, and a couple of chairs. I was laying back on a bed with two of the guys when we noticed the other girl, who was on the other bed, making out with one of the other three guys. I quickly copied her with the guy next to me. Before I knew it, my top was off and the two guys each had their mouth on my nipples. Things got hot and heavy quickly. "Who's going to be first?" I asked laying back on the bed just after my bikini bottoms had been pulled down leaving me naked. There was a little shyness at first, but one guy just started taking his shorts off. He hardly got it in when he suddenly came all over my stomach. "Sorry," he said while his friends were making fun of him. "It's been awhile." He came a lot. Someone threw me a towel and I wiped his cum from my stomach and pubic area. He made quite a mess. The second guy was standing there playing with his cock, getting it hard. I nodded as he was waiting for my permission. He entered me easily, and was slow and deliberate, enjoying it as long as he could. After a few minutes he quickened his pace. I looked over at the other bed and the other woman was getting it just as good as I was. The scene seemed so surreal to me. All the guys were naked now, standing around like they were waiting their turn. It was just like my fantasy I had while laying on the beach the other day. I felt strange, somehow detached. I was turned on, but not with the intensity I had been with Javier, or even with Pete and James the other night. My heavy alcohol intake had me unable to focus my thoughts. I was just laying their tripping out on what was happening, but in a good way. The guy was really going at me now, and he had the whole bed shaking. I was just along for the ride. I felt him tense up, and I knew he was going to go. He pulled out, and I watched in fascination as he began to ejaculate. It was the first time I was able to watch a guy do that. He spurted everywhere, even hitting me in the face. The others were cheering him on, and we were all laughing about his record shot. After I cleaned up with the towel once more, the third guy was waiting his turn. I caught my breath when I looked at him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He reminded of a horse. I sat up, and came face to face with a giant cock. I didn't think they could get that big. He looked proud of it too. It took me a minute to figure out what he wanted. I had not planned on giving a blow job, but he did. I had never given one before, and only had an idea of what to do. I reached out, and took his cock into my hand. It felt warm and monstrous. He took his two hands, and grabbed my face on both sides as I took him into my mouth. He tasted fleshy, and masculine. My mouth was stretched, and it felt uncomfortable at first. I tried to open my mouth as best I could, and I felt like I was just hanging until he was done. I hoped I was doing it right. He let go of my hair and pulled away. He pushed me down back onto the bed. I spread my legs as he lowered himself onto to me. I was really wet, and wanted him even though I was a little scared he would hurt me. I felt the tip of his head begin to fill me up, and to my surprise, and I think along with everyone else's, he slid inside me with no effort. I think he was almost disappointed. I got the sense he knew what he was doing. He started out slow, making it feel really good, and then he began to pound me for all he was worth. We did it like that, missionary style, for a long time. Then he turned me over. He had me on my hands and knees facing away from him. I looked back over my shoulder, and I saw that gigantic cock waiting to get back inside me. He then quickly entered me from behind. I felt much more filled up in this position as he was able to drive into me deeper and harder. I ended up resting my head on another guy's arm, who was sitting as the head of the bed. He began to play with my nipples while the guy behind me kept pounding me relentlessly. Then the guys at the head of bed had his cock in my face while he stroked himself at the same time I was being fucked silly from behind. I felt totally wicked as I took him into my mouth. I couldn't imagine a more erotic scene. I was giving head to some guy while being fucked from behind, I could hear the other girl moaning as she was getting fucked too, and other guys were hanging around waiting for their turn. I almost choked when the guy in my mouth began to cum. I thought I should try to swallow him, but I couldn't, it was too much. He ended up coming all over my face, and in my hair. I must have looked like a wreck. I was hoping someone would throw me a towel, but no one did. I was about to wipe myself on the bed sheet when I felt myself being turned around again. While still staying inside me, the guy fucking me managed to turn me over onto my back. He had pulled me down so that my hips were at the edge of the bed, and he was standing on the floor. He grabbed my ankles and put them up on his shoulders. He went in so deep I thought I could feel him in my stomach. All I knew at that moment, was the feeling of being completely full. I was screaming loudly as he continued. The feeling was so intense I couldn't think of anything else. Then I noticed yet another guy jerking off right in front of my face. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock as I watched his hands move back and forth across it. In a few moments I could feel the warm liquid hit my skin as he came and came and came. Most of it went on my chest, but some of it went in my face and hair, and all I could do was desperately hang onto the bed sheets while the big guy still kept going at me. I was able to reach down and touch myself as he continued to fuck me. He must have liked that because he stared at my hand as I massaged my clit. "Oh God," I moaned. The extra stimulation felt really good. "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," I yelled. I moaned in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure wracked through me. Just as it was ending, I heard the guy inside me begin to moan. He collapsed on top of me, and held me close to him as he shot his fluid deep inside me. We were both sweating profusely, and I could feel all the sticky goo slushing between our skin. When he got up from the top of me, I was a complete mess. I think it grossed him out to have the other guy's cum on him. He quickly toweled off, and left the room I quickly obliged when one of the guys offered the shower. I was disappointed when I saw the other woman already in the shower, and figured I would have to wait. I was surprised when she motioned me inside. I was really out of it, but it felt really good under the warm water. I didn't care when I felt her hands on me. She ended up washing me. Her warm hands felt good on my body. I felt her breasts and hips against my back while she wrapped her arms around me, washing the front of my body with her hands. I closed my eyes as she continued to wash me, and opened them again when I felt another pair of hands on me. It was the first guy I had been with, the guy who came really quickly. The next thing I knew I was laying on the bed, and fell asleep between them. I woke up a few hours later and they were still sleeping. I got up, found my bikini, put in on, and headed back to my own room. Graduation Trip: Day 5 Day 5: Sharing with new friends. Summary: I run into Kathy, who I met the previous night, in the hotel bar. Kathy proceeds to seduce me under the watchful eye of Al another friend I met the night before. I had made it back to my room by midnight the previous night, well before Lyndse and Beth made it back from clubbing. I was tired and sore, and felt thankful to finally get a decent night's sleep. In the morning the three of us headed out to the beach and we laid out all day long. We were all kind of burned out, so that evening we decided to just stay at the hotel. They had a bar, but it was nothing like the clubs. We sat in the outdoor lounge sipping margaritas and relaxing. Around 10pm we got kind of bored, and decided to call it a night. On the way back to the room I made one last stop at the bar to get some water. "Hi, remember me from last night?" a woman with long, curly reddish hair said as I waited by the bar for my bottled water. "My name is Kathy," she continued as she held out her hand. "We took a shower together," I blurted out as I suddenly remembered who she was. Her soft hand felt nice in mine as we shook hands. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me with clothes on," she joked. "I'm Nancy," I said smiling. "Last night got pretty crazy, didn't it?" "Yeah, it did," was all I could think of to say. "Come on," she said. "I'll buy you a drink." Before I knew it found myself sitting in a round, corner booth in the bar with Kathy. She was older than I, and looked like she was her early thirties. Kathy was very tan, and her skin looked like it had seen a lot of the sun. She had dark red hair with highlights in it. Her light blue eyes stood out against her darkened complexion. She had nicely manicured nails, and a wedding ring on. She sat close to me, and had one arm around my shoulders as we made small talk. "You want to do it again?" she asked. "What?" I asked a little slowly. "What we did last night." "What part?" I asked. I wasn't sure if she meant being with all the guys or the shower part. "What part did you like?" she asked. "I liked all of it," I said trying to be vague. "But..." "Al!" she suddenly yelled. "Over here." "How's it going?" Al asked after he walked over to our table. "Good," Kathy answered. "You remember Nancy from yesterday?" "How could I forget?" he said. "That was one of the best moments of my life." "Come sit and have drink with us," she told him. I finally recognized him. He was the first guy I had been with, the guy who came quickly. He was a college aged guy with short brown hair, kind of cute. "Nancy and I were just talking about last night," she told him. "In fact we were just talking about which parts were our favorite. Which was yours?' she asked him. "It was all great," he said turning red. "Except the part...well...you know..." "When you came so soon?" Kathy said. "Yeah," he said turning a shade redder. "That part." "It can happen to anyone," she told him. "It's no big deal. You were just excited." We made more small talk as we sipped on margaritas. After a while I was beginning to feel the drinks. I had a feeling that Kathy wanted me to feel them the way she kept my glass full. I didn't know quite what was happening, but I was curious, and a little excited. "So, where are your friends tonight?" Kathy asked Al. "They went out to the clubs," he answered. "Why didn't you go?" she asked. "I wasn't feeling well," he answered. "You look like you feeling better now," she said to him. "Yeah I do," he said. "I say we continue this conversation up in my room," Kathy said. "I can make better drinks than this, and besides, we'll have the place to ourselves." Kathy had a beautiful two-bedroom suite with a private balcony that overlooked the water. Kathy made us drinks that were considerably stronger than the ones at the bar. I had a comfortable buzz going as we sat out on the balcony. The view was beautiful and night breeze felt wonderful. "You know Nancy," she said. "I never told you, but I must say that you were my favorite part about last night." "What was that?" I asked. "When I was washing you in the shower," she answered. "You remember that Al, right? You were there too." "Yeah that was nice," he said. "I especially liked seeing Nancy undressed," she said as she stood up. She grabbed my hand, pulled me up with her, took my drink, and set it on edge of the balcony. "Wouldn't you like to see her undressed Al? "Yes," he managed to say looking just as surprised as I felt. Kathy walked behind me as I faced Al. I heard the zipper of my dress come undone as Kathy pulled it down. As she continued the upper part of my dress loosened, and I felt Kathy's warm hands on my arms as she pulled the shoulder straps down over them. I stepped out of my dress and Kathy put it on the chair. I stood there in just a pair of panties, not having worn a bra. I felt Kathy's warm breath in my ear as she whispered, "You're so lovely." Then I felt her hands on my hips as she slid my panties down my legs. The sudden feeling of the warm breeze flowing over my bare skin along with the sense of being on display for Kathy and Al was extremely intoxicating. The sudden wetness between my legs was an indication of how aroused I was. Between the sensations I was feeling and the knowledge that, in all likelihood, I would soon be having sex with another woman, my head was spinning and I had a hard time functioning. It was all I could do to just stand up. "Isn't she lovely?" she said to Al. I looked down on Al and noticed his wide-eyed expression with his mouth agape. Then I suddenly felt tingles spiraling down my spine as Kathy's warm, wet lips kissed the back of my neck while her hands roamed the front of my body. She turned my face towards hers, and I gave in to the sudden urge to kiss her. Kathy's lips felt so soft, so small against mine, not huge and overbearing like a man's can be. I melted into her as one of her hands toyed with my nipples, and the other massaged my back and buttocks. Al continued to watch us as Kathy quickly lifted up her dress over her head. She hadn't been wearing anything underneath, and stood before me naked. She didn't even have the hint of tan line. She moved toward me, pressing her body against mine and we kissed again. I felt my hands shaking as I put my arms around her. Her body felt smooth and soft. I concentrated on the feeling of her skin under my touch as my hands moved across her body. I moaned softly when she began to nuzzle my neck. She moved her way down, and I moaned louder when her mouth covered my nipple. My arousal intensified exponentially as she moved from one nipple to the other, licking, kissing, and nibbling. Then she moved her way down further. I held on to the rail of balcony as she kneeled before me. My breathing became short and heavy while her warm tongue explored the folds of my sex. No one had ever gone down on me before, and I never imagined how good it would feel. I came, explosively a few minutes later. Her tongue stayed on me just until it became too stimulating. She held me her arms as I recovered. "Well, take off your clothes," Kathy told Al as she led me inside a few minutes later. She laid me on the bed and said "Watch me." She motioned Al to lie on the bed next to me. He was a naked and semi erect. I watched as Kathy took him into her mouth. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking the bottom part as her mouth took care of the top part. "You try it now," she said breathing heavily. I copied Kathy, grabbing the base of his cock with my hand, stroking him as my lips and tongue moved over his sensitive tip. She massaged his balls as I continued. I wondered how she knew that I didn't really know how to give a blowjob. "Oh God," Al moaned after a couple of minutes. "I'm gonna cum." "Just concentrate Nancy," Kathy told me. "Relax yourself, and you won't gag." I felt Al's cock begin to twitch and convulse along with the rest of his body as he moaned louder and louder. The warm liquid then began to spill out. There was a slight burning sensation in my throat as I swallowed his fluid. I sucked him dry. As soon as I pulled off of Al, Kathy kissed me deeply, her tongue digging into my mouth trying to get a taste of Al's cum. "Learn how to please a woman," Kathy told Al after she broke of our kiss. I watched Kathy coach Al as he went down on her. I paid attention thinking I might do the same to Kathy as she had done to me. I had never thought about going down on a woman before. I wasn't sure what to think, but I was curious. Watching Kathy getting such pleasure was a definite turn on. I moved next to her, kissing her on the lips, and then nuzzling her neck as she had done to me. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, then moved to the other, and then back and forth, kissing, licking, and nibbling. Kathy held me close as she came about ten minutes later. "You two go ahead if you want," Kathy said after. "I need to rest for a minute." Soon after I found myself on top of Al. I was moving my moistened sex up against the length of his hard-on when it suddenly made it's way inside me. We both sighed as he slipped all the way in. It was the first time I had done it while I was on top. I liked it, liked the control, and liked how I could move my hips in a way that maximized my pleasure. I continued moving him in and out of me at a gentle pace. I moaned continually as a bunch of little orgasms tingled through me over and over and over again. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered after a long while. "Okay," was all I said. "You want me to pull out, don't you?" "I want you inside me as long as possible," I breathed. I rocked my hips back and forth in exquisite pleasure as his cock moved around inside me. Making good on his promise, I felt him twitch, and he moaned as he pumped his seed deep inside me. We all fell asleep as I lay between Kathy and Al. A short time later we got up and did it all over again. I was finally able to go down on Kathy. It was interesting, and I enjoyed it. Al had the time of his life as he went from fucking Kathy, then to me, and back and forth. We stayed in bed until late in the afternoon the next day. Unfortunately, Kathy had to fly back home to Boston, and Al had to fly back to Seattle that night. Graduation Trip: Day 6 Day 6: The Last Night By the time I finally made it back to my hotel room, after saying goodbye to Kathy and Al, Lyndse and Beth were ready to go out to dinner. I quickly showered, and threw on a tiny black skirt with no panties or bra. After eating, we went to a club called El Abebrije, the mystery. It was our last night in Cancun, and we wanted it to be the best. The club was cool, filled with black light, glow in the dark paintings, and furniture that was made for dancing on. We got our drinks and staked out a spot along one of the walls, but on top of a platform. We had a bird's eye view of everything, and guys immediately surrounded us. I started dancing with a cute, short guy who introduced himself as Patrick. He was sweet, but he wasn't aggressive enough for me. He just kind of stood there, dancing next to me, not really making eye contact. I kept leaving to go to the bathroom, and getting drinks hoping that he'd get bored and go away. He never did. Then, finally, a tall and devastatingly good-looking black guy started dancing near us. He introduced himself, and I found out he went to the same college that I would be attending in the fall. When I started dancing again, it was with my new friend Ben. Patrick got the hint and slinked away. We stayed together most of the night dancing, making out, and feeling each other up. I had never really thought about being with a black guy before. All I knew was that I was really attracted to him, and hoped I would end up in bed with him at some point. The best thing about the club was that the waiters were totally outrageous, especially if you're female. The waiter working our side of the room must have really liked us, since he kept bringing us drinks we never even asked for. I think he also enjoyed the view up our skirts as we stood on the platform he got each time he brought us a drink. Toward the end of the night, after I had a large number of drinks, he came over with double shot glass of tequila and a lime covered in salt. He had me lie down, flat on my back on the platform. "Oh my," he gasped when he lifted my skirt and exposed my bare snatch to everyone. That didn't stop him however. He wedged the shot glass against my pussy lips as it stood on the platform. It kind of tickled, and I was laughing hysterically, feeling giddy from being so exposed. It tickled even more when the waiter ran the salt covered lime up my stomach, on my cleavage and neck. He pulled my skirt up all way up so it rested on my stomach, and then he put the lime in my mouth. He told Ben to take half the shot, lick the salt off my stomach, and then take the lime out of my mouth without using his hands. I was a little embarrassed and slightly hurt when he refused. A number of people had gathered to watch, and were gave him a hard time. "I'll do it," I heard Lyndse say. That drew a loud cheer from the guys surrounding us. She bent down between my legs, grabbed the shot glass between her lips, and tilted her head back. I felt her lips softly graze my sex. The waiter pulled the glass from her mouth, and then Lyndse licked the salt off my stomach, between my breasts, along my neck, and sucked the lime while it was still in my mouth. Lyndse kissed me, but I couldn't enjoy it because the waiter was trying to fondle my exposed pussy. I pushed his hand away, and stood up, pushing my skirt back down where it was supposed to be. I felt myself blush when the people around started clapping and cheering. Then it hit me that Lyndse had been kissing me, and it totally tripped me out. I wasn't sure what to think. Ben had left with his friends, and surprisingly Beth had left with some guy. It was after 3 am, so Lyndse and I decided to go back to our hotel. As we left the club we ran into the Pete, the guy who took my virginity a few nights before, and a friend of his named Sean. It was perfect because Lyndse had wanted to hook up with Sean. We all decided that we didn't want to go back to hotel anymore, and took up Lyndse's suggestion that we go swimming at the beach. Pete said he knew a place where the Federales wouldn't catch us. We were all drunkenly chatting away when we hit the sand. "Nancy's got no panties on!" Lyndse yelled out of the blue laughing hysterically. "She has to go naked." "We should all go naked," I replied back. "It's all good," Lyndse yelled. "We'll all go naked." This idea was met with enthusiastic approval from the guys. When we arrived at the spot we stripped off our clothes, and splashed into the warm Caribbean water under the light of the moon. It felt really good to be naked in the water at night. After swimming around awhile, and splashing each other with water, I ended up in Pete's arms, and Lyndse in Sean's. After a while we decided to walk back to Pete's condo along the beach nude. Pete had a beautiful body. He had well formed chest and abs, and one of the nicest asses I'd ever seen. I loved watching him frolic in the water, and walk on the beach nude. Lyndse and Sean weren't hard on the eyes either. I had blast walking around so freely while naked. We made it all the way back inside Pete's condo with our clothes still in our hands. "I need to take a shower," I said as we entered Pete's condo. "The salt is making me itch." "I need to take one too," Lyndse whined. "Let's all take a shower together," Sean suggested. "The shower's huge." I was a little shocked at the request, but I agreed, as did Lyndse and Pete. The shower was indeed huge, just as Sean had said. It even had two showerheads. We all got in, and Pete immediately began to kiss me as I ran my hands all over his big muscular body. I saw Lyndse, and Sean all over each other. The scene was very erotic. Pete fondled my breasts, and between my legs. I pushed him back onto the little bench in the corner, and got on my knees in front of him. He wove his fingers through my wet hair as I took him into my mouth. I was much more confident in giving a blowjob now. I enjoyed the feeling of him in my mouth, the taste, and the masculine smell. I was getting really wet, and it wasn't from the water that poured over me from the shower. I had no problem swallowing him whole, and sucking away while I fondled his balls. He moaned, and began to face fuck me while he pushed my head back and forth. Suddenly, he pulled me to my feet, slid down to the floor of the shower, and put his mouth between my legs. He wasn't nearly as good as Kathy had been, it was a little fast and rough, but it still felt good. He made his way underneath me, and I yelped when his tongue found my asshole. The sensation was different, and I kind of liked it. It never occurred to me before that it would feel good to be licked back there. I watched Sean ramming Lyndse up against the wall. They looked hot doing it, and I vaguely wondered if this was anything like being in a porno. Then Pete stood me up, turned me around, and bent me over. I put my hands on the bench to support myself. He easily entered me, and fucked me from behind for a few minutes while the water cascaded over us. Then I felt Pete run a bar of soap up and down the crack of my ass a few times. I wondered what he was up to until he pulled himself out of my pussy, and placed the thick head of his cock at the entrance of my ass. "Relax," he told me before I could say anything. I was still buzzing pretty hard from the drinks, so it wasn't that difficult to relax. I closed my eyes enjoying the feelings as he slowly pushed himself inside my backside. My mind was totally focused on the intense sensations. After what seemed forever he had managed to push all of himself deep into my ass. I had expected it hurt, but it didn't. However, I felt overwhelmingly full and very vulnerable. It felt so intense I couldn't breath without consciously thinking about it. He quickened his pace, which made it even more pleasurable. Unfortunately, he only last a few minutes before he pulled out of me, and came all over my ass. I watched Sean cum in Lyndse as I rinsed off. It was 5 am by the time we dried off after our time in the shower. Lyndse didn't want to sleep there, so we said goodbye and walked back to our hotel room. It was almost six when we finally made it back. With Beth gone, we each had our own bed. We shed our clothes, and fell into our respective beds as soon as we got there. However, I was still keyed up, and couldn't fall asleep. "Are you asleep?" I asked Lyndse. I wanted to masturbate, and wanted to make sure she was asleep. "No.". I was surprised she was still awake. "I can't get to sleep," I said. I started thinking about how she had kissed me in the club earlier that night. "Did you...um...did you orgasm earlier?" I asked. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I could hear it. "No," she answered. "Why do you ask?" "I didn't either." "You could take care it of yourself," she suggested. I didn't expect that answer, and felt disappointed that she didn't suggest I jump her bones or something. However, that didn't stop me from reaching down and touching myself. Having Lyndse in the same room turned me on, even though I couldn't touch her. As I was beginning to make myself feel good, I sensed some movement on Lyndse's bed. I stopped what I was doing, and listened. I could hear something. I looked over to her, and that sheets were definitely moving. "Why did you stop?" I heard Lyndse ask. "Because I thought I heard you doing it too," I answered. "Maybe, we could do it on the same bed, together?" I heard myself say. "Okay," she answered so softly I almost didn't hear her. She pulled the sheets back as I walked over to her bed. We lay on the bed next to each other, watching, as we each pleasured ourselves. It felt so strange. This wasn't some random sexual encounter with someone I would never see again. It was with Lyndse, a girl I had known since kindergarten. God she looked so beautiful like that, with her mouth hanging wantonly open, and her eyes half closed watching me be intimate with myself. It was an incredible turn on, as we quietly made love to ourselves. I watched her cum first. I saw her body twitch, and then tighten, and then convulse as she tried to hold herself still in her pleasure. Then I closed my eyes and concentrated on my own pleasure. I eased my two wet digits back and forth in and out of my wet, engorged sex. I moaned as I rubbed my clit at the same time, knowing Lyndse was next to me, watching me. It drove me wild, and I had my own orgasm soon after, milking my pleasure for as long as I could. Lyndse and I hugged each other afterward, and fell asleep in each other's arms. Luckily, we woke up before Beth made it back to the room. I think we were both relieved that we didn't have to explain to Beth why she found Lyndse and I naked in each other's arms. Thinking about what this all meant for Lyndse and I made my head hurt, so I stopped thinking about it. Graduation Trip: Day 7 Day 7: A Last Minute Encounter at the airport I had a strange mix of feelings and thoughts running through me as the cab took us to the airport. I felt both anxious to get back home, and dread that I was leaving. I enjoyed my time in Cancun a lot, but I wasn't sure I could take the pace for much longer. I looked forward to the opportunity to sleep and rest. After getting our boarding passes and checking in our luggage Lyndse, Beth, and I waited at our gate for our flight that would take us home. As I sat there I started to think about what the rest of my summer would be like. I started to feel a deep sense of dread when I realized what my life was going to be like for the next couple of months, staying at home with my parents until I left for college. I love my parents, but their conservative views, and lifestyle was just plain stifling. I was a fairly well behaved kid, at least until this trip, but I was always getting in trouble for something. My parents would just die if they got even a tiny hint of what I had done on during my stay in Cancun. Furthermore, I would be stuck in the same boring small-town I grew up in and seeing the same people that I always saw. I craved the excitement of seeing new things and meeting new people. Then I began wonder why I didn't feel bad or guilty. I felt like should have but, for whatever reason, I didn't. To say I had changed during this trip is a huge understatement. I saw the world with new eyes. I felt like I was just starting my life and I wanted all of what it had to offer. I realized that for me, sex was going to be a large part of it. I didn't want to be held back by the sexual norms of our society. I had already gone beyond that, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore and discover every sexual desire I could possibly have. I knew I couldn't do that living under my parent's roof, but that would be for only a couple of months, until August when I would be going away to college. The idea college excited me, to say the least. I looked forward to the freedom and opportunities college life would hopefully provide. However, it would have to wait until August. I sat there, in the airport, contemplating my fate. As my mind wandered I found myself checking everyone out, man and woman, wondering about each one, imagining what it would be like to have sex with them. It didn't matter if they were young or old, ugly or beautiful. I let my imagination wrap itself around each person I saw. As I felt my arousal building, an idea began to form in my head. At first I rejected out of hand, it would never work, but then I thought, why not? I looked over at Lyndse, no that was too complicated. "I'm gonna find a snack or something," I said to Lyndse and Beth as short time later, then got up and left. I was wearing a tank top under a button up shirt and a pair of Khaki shorts. I took off the shirt and left my bag with Lyndse and Beth. I wasn't wearing a bra, and without the cover of the shirt you could see the darkness of my nipples through the white material. In my increasingly aroused state, I could see my nipples poking out prominently. I walked across the terminal, out of site of Lyndse, Beth, and my other high school classmates. I didn't need them to find out what I was up to. Soon after I began my search, I found him. Leaning against the wall, looking at the window, and bored to death. He wasn't the most attractive man, a little overweight, but I pegged him as someone who might go for this. He didn't have a wedding ring on and he looked like he didn't get very many dates. Most importantly he was alone. He didn't seem like a tourist, but more like someone here on business or something. He was older, maybe his forties. I knew I had a good chance when I noticed him checking me out. I walked near him trying to gather the courage to ask him his name. Then I realized I didn't need, or even want, to know his name. That wasn't what I wanted of him. "What are you doing here all alone?" I asked hoping I didn't sound too pathetic or stupid. "Just waiting for my plane to get here," he said a little warily. "Me too," I said in the best bimbo voice I could muster. "I'm bored, and just trying to kill some time." He seemed to let down his guard slightly, and we began to make small talk. Where we were flying to, what we were doing in Cancun, and such. He gave me the look over more than once, so I figured things were going well. I kept chatting him up, laughing at his jokes, and putting my hands on him whenever I could. "What?" I said giggling up at him. "I'm just wondering why a pretty young thing is talking to an ugly old guy like me." "Come on, you're not old and ugly," I said giggling. I was nervous, and it was making me giddy. I did want to get him irritated, so I knew I had to say something. It was now or never, I only had an hour and a half until I had board my flight. "I'm feeling bored and lonely," I whined trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes and grabbing his arm and shoulder. "Are you a hooker or something?" he asked. "No!" I said rolling my eyes. "You wouldn't have to pay a dime." It took him a moment to realize the implications of what I had said. I actually saw his eyes get wide when he finally understood what I was getting at. He looked like he didn't believe me, but wanted to see what was going to happen. "Come with me," I told him, taking his hand in mine. "I know a place." I wasn't sure if he would come with me or not at first, but he did. I guided him away from crowd through a door outside that led to a back stairwell. The stairwell was dirty, smelled, and it had to be about 95 degrees out and very humid, but it was deserted. I quickly took off my tank top, and pulled down my shorts and panties, carefully hanging them on rail. "You like what you see?" I asked twirling around for him. I got a thrill being naked at in the open, and this stranger looking at me. He looked rather stunned. "Well, come on. We don't have much time," I said. "You don't need to worry about me, or anything. I just want you to fuck me against the wall." He looked petrified. I walked up to him, unbuttoned his shirt, and then his pants, sliding them down to his ankles. He may have not known what to do, but thankfully his hard member did, which was standing at full attention. "Don't you want me?" I purred. I immediately felt his big hands on me. He pressed my body against the hard concrete wall. He put his lips to mine, and jammed his tongue into my mouth. He was beginning to take charge. The scene reminded me of my experience with Javier, but this guy was clumsier. "Oh...I want it," I purred. "Forget everything, but your sexual desires. I want you inside me, give it to me. Take me, fuck me like an animal." I took his member into my hand, and guided him toward my entrance. I felt chills as he rammed himself into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and his hands were on my ass holding me up as he buried his cock deep into me. He bent down taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I could feel the heat rising, and both of us were soon covered in sweat. I grunted as he slid his cock in and out of me like a piston. His lips returned to my mouth, his tongue aggressively penetrating my mouth. I could the slickness of his sweat covered chest rub up against mine as he continued to fuck me hard against the wall. After a blissful ten minutes or so, my orgasm hit me as my nameless lover continued to pound me against the wall. I clutched onto his opened shirt, moaning, and grunting loudly as the pleasure pulsed through me. I clung to his warm body as he continued to impale me all the while I was cumming and cumming. I knew he was close, and wasn't surprised with when breathing began to quicken. "Cum for me," I moaned. "Fill me with your cum." I was still at the height of ecstasy. I don't know if I was having multiple orgasms or one long continuous one. I didn't care. His thrusts became short and quick as he came deep inside me. He grunted and groaned and shook as he pumped his fluid into my sex. We stood still for a few minutes, clinging to each other, drenched in sweat. I could taste the salt of his perspiration on my tongue. It was dreadful putting my clothes back on when I was sweating so profusely. After we were dressed, we slipped back inside airport. "Oh shit," I said. "My flight leaves in ten minutes." I couldn't believe we had done it for so long. "Mine leaves right now," he said laughing. "Thank you, whoever you are. I'll remember this forever. You made my day, actually my life." "That was fabulous wasn't it?" I said smiling. "Your sweet," I continued, and then kissed him quickly. "Don't miss your flight." With that I saw him run toward his gate. There went another guy who most women wouldn't give the time of day, but in the right circumstance had been an excellent lover. I thought about going to the bathroom to clean up, but I didn't. I smiled to myself on the flight home every time I felt his little guys drip out of me. I felt like I was on top the world. I ended that trip with a bang, I thought to myself, smiling at my own perceived cleverness.