19 comments/ 30512 views/ 29 favorites A Summer Beginning By: Jerichoblack A Marine fresh from the fight and completely without scruples, jumps at easy money and ends up playing body guard for a wealthy woman's adult daughter on a weeklong inner-tubing trip. It ends up being a week of firsts for all parties involved. Although he takes something from her, she end up taking something from him that leaves him forever changed. * The summer I got out of the Marine Corps was a difficult summer for me. I was wound like an eight day clock and was in love with war which precluded me from employment in any kind of legitimate profession. Cops shunned me because I had a habit of presenting myself as an executioner. The FBI didn't want me for much the same reason plus I didn't have a college degree. CIA, DEA, and Black water, were all what I considered a lateral move. Making matters worse, I didn't have any job references or marketable skills to speak of and putting, I'm awesome at killing people at any range with any weapon, doesn't exactly get employers beating down the doors. I joined the Corps early with parental consent when I turned 17 without ever holding a real job. So four years later I had to start fresh. Don't get me wrong I loved the Corps, still do. I just had no interest in any job that wasn't on the front lines. That stamped a giant expiration date on my forehead. If I stayed in until my body fell apart, I would be hitting the job market with no better qualifications and I would be twenty eight. Needless to say, when the Lisa, one of my parent's friends offered me a whopping two hundred dollars to chaperone her daughter's senior trip I jumped at the money. As it turned out they were planning a week long rafting trip which sounded like a ton of fun. Since my senior trip had been a plane ride to MCRD San Diego, I saw this as a fresh start. Two weeks before we were scheduled to leave, Lisa called me and told me there had been a mix up with the outfitter and the rafts they had rented were already rented to someone else. Given my excitement to go on the trip is was a harsh letdown but I was accustomed to disappointment. I waited patiently for her to tell me, my services were no longer required and tuned her out. 'Got fired before my first day' I thought, 'Must be some kind of record.' An interesting aside: I checked. They, don't keep records of such things so there's no way to document if it was—In fact—a record, which means; it goes into the category of "God Dammit! I can't win for losing." But, I digress. My mind continued to drift as I waited for Lisa to get to the point until, totally by chance I heard her say, "I'm sorry for the short notice I will pay you an extra hundred dollars and buy your food." My first thought was, 'Wait, you weren't going to buy my food before? Man I suck at negotiating.' Of course now I had no idea what she was talking about so I decide to tune in and pay closer attention. The nice thing about civilian conversations is that you can tune in fifteen minutes into the conversation and still pick out the pertinent information. Try that in the Corps and you will have been standing by yourself for fourteen minutes listening to sound of the world leaving you behind. When she finally did get to the point she wanted to pay me three hundred instead of two and buy me an inner tube instead of a raft. She also wanted to give me beer money for the trip if I was willing to keep things at a dull roar. All to apologize for moving the date up a few days. I almost felt guilty for taking her money considering that nine months ago I crawled out of bed thinking it was a normal day and thirty six hours later when I finally got to sleep again I wasn't on the same continent. 'That, was short notice lady but sure, I'll take your money.' The morning of, I packed light leaving room for beer and pretzels but old habits die hard, I was still prepared for anything. If radioactive brain eating zombie monkeys from Mars invaded, I was ready. In hindsight, anyone that asks a Marine to babysit their adult daughter either hates their daughter, has never met a Marine, or loves the thought of grandchildren. As it turns out Lisa was a delightfully naive combination of the last two. Par for the course, the taxi pulled up in front of my house two and a half minutes late. 'Civilians will be the death of me'. I jumped in and barked the address at the cabby. I will probably struggle with patience until the day I die but this was a particularly low point in my life for it. So when the cabby asked me to repeat myself I wasn't friendly about it. I finally got it through his thick skull on the THIRD try. I grit my teeth when the cabby nodded in understanding and then didn't start driving. Instead, he just fidgeted with his belongings up front. In retrospect, when I saw him tying his things down I should have buckled up. My initial hatred for him faded the moment his foot hit the accelerator pedal and the old police cruiser laid two thick black strips of rubber down. Here was a man that drove with purpose. Stop signs meant very little to him and stop lights even less. Honking car horns serenaded us with vigor as we careened through town. When we got to Lisa's house earlier than expected, I tipped him accordingly; I also got his direct line for future getaways and rally races. I had never actually met Lisa so when I pulled my pack from the cab and turned around, I literally stopped in my tracks. She was positively radiant. Her beaming smile was infectious and her body was sinful. I stuck a hand out for her to shake and was rewarded with a quizzical look. She swept right by it and wrapped me up in a big hug. I don't normally like being touched but for this goddess I would always make an exception. Formalities complete, she released me and then lead me up a walkway to the palace she called a shack. When I walked in I inadvertently stepped into the middle of a herd of teenage girls. They made as much noise as a stadium full of people which killed any hope of conversation in their presence. Lisa tried to yell at them and get them to introduce themselves but it had little effect. As they migrated out of the room the noise level dropped by an order of magnitude and a sense of normalcy returned to the world. Lisa began to apologize but I stopped her saying, "There will be plenty of time for introductions later." She walked me around her enormous house and began lecturing me on how to keep her daughter safe. The speech grated on my ears at first, given my background and hers. Fortunately for everyone involved, I eventually realized that she was simply having second thoughts about turning me lose on her daughter and forgave her. I slid into my old standby, the tune out, and did a lot of smiling and nodding as she talked. All the while the girls stormed through her house like a plundering horde of savages. Well, I may be embellishing a little... but they were god awfully loud. At long last we made it to the fifteen passenger van and were off. I rode shotgun with seven girls and a week's worth of tubing gear packed in like sardines. I couldn't help think that the Mars monkeys would have been easier to deal with, but three hundred dollars was two hundred and fifty more than I had to my name so I grit my teeth and dealt with the noise level. I found it funny how at ease the driver Lisa had hired looked, but I recall him looking so old he was probably stone deaf anyway. Thinking back, he was probably all of fifty. Two brain hemorrhaging hours later, we arrived at our launch site and set about airing up tubes and getting ready. It was midmorning by the time we had all the tubes inflated and the cooler packed. The girls all began shucking their shorts and shirts in favor of their brightly colored bikinis underneath. Right then I knew there would be trouble. Some of them were still a little knock kneed but most of them were just shedding their spots. The youthful beauty that filled that beach was truly a sight to behold. It made everything else worthwhile. I helped each girl launch, launched the tube holding the cooler, and then launched myself. I had to hand it to Lisa, she didn't skimp. I would have bought a three dollar truck inner-tube for myself, but she got me the king daddy. It was meant to be pulled behind a boat and was not lacking in the quality department. The rest of my floating companions did have truck inner-tubes but given that none of them weighed more than 120 and I tipped the scales at 230, it was an appropriate size difference. Not fifteen minutes into the trip we had to beach because one of the girls had noticed a small leak as was slowly sinking. Panic threatened to set in amongst the girls at the thought of their trip coming to an end already. That was when my over preparedness came in handy. I pulled out a raft repair kit and set about fixing it. While I sat on the beach working, the girls all grabbed a beer from the cooler and congregated around me. Most of what they said was unintelligible girl gibberish; but occasionally one of them had a valid point. Lisa's daughter Sarah was the first to introduce herself and we chatted casually until I was done. Even before she introduced herself I recognized her family resemblance. She had inherited all her mother's best features and wore them well. While I worked she told me about her pie in the sky dreams of one day changing the world. I listened politely but skeptically and when she finished I told her she was ambitious, which was a nice way of saying, "I don't think you are going to change a thing." That's when she called me cynical. Looking back, it was my first hint at how sharp she was and how carefully I had to place my words with her. Once I finished my repairs, I used my bike pump to inflate the tube and checked it for leaks. Satisfied that it held air I handed it back to the girl and we all got under way again. The river was chilly but not overly cold and the sun was hot but not unbearably so. All in all it made for a pleasant afternoon. I helped myself to my long awaited beer and pretzels as I listened to the constant chatter from the girls. It was about as pleasant as having a red hot poker rammed into your brain so I let myself drift off to sleep. I dreamed of little prancing butts and playful beauties until I awoke with a start. A very small feminine voice had spoken very close to my ear and scared me nearly to death. When I jumped it made her jump and we both said "Ah!" at about the same time. The rest of the girls laughing put me at ease and I returned my sunglass-covered gaze to the girl that was leaning on the side of my tube. Swimmers are always the quietest threat, I thought. "Mister T?" she repeated. "Please, call me John. I'm not a teacher." "Okay John," she said with a beaming smile. "We were wondering what time dinner was going to be" "Any time you girls are hungry." "Now?" "Find us a place to beach." "Okay, I'm Tris, by the way." "Nice to meet you, Tris" As Tris spoke I couldn't keep my gaze from drifting to her chest. She was pressing her breasts against my raft and they threatened to pop out of her top. She slid off my inner-tube and turned back to the group of girls. She whispered something to her friends as she did and whatever she said made them all giggle. We set up for what I call lunch at about 1300 hours and Sarah made the sandwiches. I downed a beer and then sipped another as I waited for the girls to finish their food. Somehow I ate twice the food in half the time but I didn't really care. We were by ourselves and had no place urgent to be. The girls had chosen this outing so they could be lazy for a change. Most of them had just finished taking a language and three different sports, so not having anything to do was high on their list of priorities. A couple other girls told me their names but I can't remember them anymore. A few hours and several beer later the girls were all feeling pretty good but not yet drunk. We decided to set out and put a few more miles behind us before making camp for the night. I was feeling great as I drifted in my king sized tube. I refreshed my sunscreen and sipped another beer as I listened to the girls. A few hours of the laziest floating I had ever done later, one of the girls screamed. It was sharp enough to make me jump but not urgent enough to reach for my hidden 1911. I looked over at her just in time to see her tube bounce over something in the water and then begin to deflate. She bailed off of it and stood up in the shallow water. As I steered toward her—being careful not to run afoul of the same obstacle—I could see the gash in her tube. She looked right at me with a "Can you fix it?" look that made me sad. It was the same look a puppy gives you when you take his treat away from him. No patch job in the world would fix that hole. I just shook my head and suggested told her she was going to have to share with someone. I had a spare tube but I was going to keep it in reserve until we absolutely needed it but when she started to cry I gave in. Either way, it looked like we were making camp right there. We beached and tied our tubes up away from the water. Judging at the girl's reaction to the loss of one tube, the loss of all of them to a stiff wind would have been tantamount to the apocalypse. When we set about making camp I had expected the girls to sit around drinking while I worked but they were surprisingly industrious. Sarah prepared dinner and Tris and I set up the six man tent. Each one of them unwrapped a sleeping bag and rolled it out. Several of the girls collected dried drift wood for a fire and I lit it when I was done with the tent. We were about halfway into our beer reserve by the time we finished dinner and the sun was just low enough in the sky to warrant roasted marshmallows and ghost stories. Sarah sat cross legged in front of me as I recited a ghost story from my childhood, all the while being treated to the beautiful sight of her spread legs before me. Her brilliant white bikini betrayed the faintest outline of what it hid and dragged my mind to places other than my story. Somehow I limped my way through my tail and gave the driftwood microphone to one of the other girls. I was shocked when she regaled us with a surprisingly raunchy story of a monster that took advantage of women that wandered too far into the woods. Her story took my mind further away from my chaperone-ly duties but the girls got really into it and—although it lacked the nostalgia of my story—it turned out to be a great story, carrying all the flair and pizazz one would expect from a Broadway star. Completely without hyperbole, there was singing... and dancing. The chick had everything but a light show, and if I had thought to bring a few more flashlights she would have had that too. Needless to say, I slunk away in defeat from a competition I didn't know I was in, the recently graduated high school student being the clear winner. I suppose I should just stick to what I'm good at; fixing inner tubes, drinking beer and killing people. I had to hand it to her though, the girl could turn a guy on with her descriptions of reluctant sex between a beautiful woman and a slimy monster. I had pitched two tents by the time she was done and needed to be by myself for a little while. I finished my beer and turned in for the night asking Tris to make sure the fire was out before they called it quits for the night. Once I was alone I set up my bed roll and slid my pistol under my right thigh. When I was settled I pulled my shorts off and double checked that my sleeping bag was zipped and everything secured before I took my problems in hand. I was about ten minutes into my ministrations when I heard footsteps approaching the tent. I tried to get the job done before whoever it was made it to the tent but it was of little use. I heard the tent zipper move and the door popped open. Instinctively my hand went from my gun to my pistol, but it was Tris. She smiled at me when we made eye contact and then she whispered, "The fire's out." I could see girls still pouring water on it and nodded. She groped through the gentle darkness until she found her sleeping bag then opened it. To my amazement, that's when she began removing her swimsuit. The darkness prevented me from seeing every detail but I saw enough to make my hand return to my cock. She slid into bed and never even peeked over at me to see if I was watching her. I felt butterflies in my gut at the thought of her defenseless pussy just a few feet from my unchained wang. I slowly tried to finish what I started but kept making too much noise and finally when Sarah popped her head in I gave up. Sarah's sleeping bag had ended up right next to mine and she fidgeted with it for a long while. When she finally settled down, she was rubbing shoulders with me. At first I thought I was a signal but as I came to find out it was just to make room for the other girls. It turns out seven college freshmen are almost exactly the right size for a six man tent. Unfortunately, I apparently counted for a man and a half. The girls made the most of it though, they were all apparently accustomed to sleeping in a pile anyway. It was about midnight before the light conversation died down and rhythmic breathing replaced it. Eventually I was the only one left awake. I still struggle with sleep but back then I'm not sure if I ever truly slept. Usually if I got close I would wake up screaming profanity. To this day if the wind dies down outside my house, I wake up. So when the zipper on my sleeping bag began to slowly descend, awake would be an understatement. It took the small hand outside my bag about five minutes to get my zipper past my waist. I lay there not knowing what to expect but the hopeful side of me let it keep happening. Once my zipper was far enough down I felt a hand slid into the sack with me. I will never get used to how gentle a small woman can be and Sarah was no exception. Her hand was sliding between my sleeping bag and my waist as she reached further in. She was being very careful not to touch me as she moved until she was where she wanted to be. Then, slowly I felt the fabric covering me, descend as her hand lowered. My heart was pounding as her hand finally touched my dick. I don't know for sure what scared her. Maybe it was the direct contact with flesh or maybe something a man will never understand but her hand bounced up a short way the moment she touched me. It was a long moment before she descended again. This time when her hand touched me it stayed there for a moment and then slowly wrapped around my dick. Her hand was chilly, which accentuated the foreign contact. I could hear her breathing quicken and felt her temperature rise as her hand started to move very gently up and down my shaft. I hoped she would continue but somehow I knew she was just exploring. Sure enough, after a few strokes she moved her hand and explored me tip to base, and then my balls. I was hard as stone before she touched me, but by the time she was done and pulled away it was so hard it hurt. I wanted to cum badly but I also wanted her to keep exploring. There was an innocence to her caress that made me like the contact for more than just sexual purposes. Although Sarah was finished exploring, she wasn't quite done with my body. A short time after she had retreated from me she returned. This time she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and slowly pulled my hand from under my covers. I let her drag it closer to her although she had to suspect I was awake by now, as hard as she had to pull to move me. Either way, my hand was pulled into her sleeping bag and placed on her naked right breast. It was small and firm and her nipple was as hard as my dick. Her hand moved mine around as though I was needing her breast like dough while her body shook. For a short time I though the shaking was shivering. It eventually dawned on me that she wasn't shaking at all; she was masturbating. A Summer Beginning Now, I was stupid in my younger years, but I had just enough brains in my head to know that if I moved now it would ruin the moment for both of us. So I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her flesh against mine. She moved my fingers until I was pinching her nipple and rolling it gently. I have fantasized for many years since then about what she was thinking while she was using me for her own gratification. My penis was begging for attention but I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize this. As quickly as it started, it finished and she lay still. She left my hand where it was as her breathing slowed and she slowly drifted off to sleep. To this day, I love holding the breast of a sleeping woman. I was the first to wake the next morning and it was a good thing. Somehow I had gotten uncovered in the night and I was laying there exposed with raging morning wood while still holding the right breast of the girl next to me. I gently removed my hand and pulled my shorts on. As I got up I shot a hopeful glance over at Tris and was rewarded with a brutal tease. Her sleeping bag was open and she was hanging most of the way out of it. Unfortunately, the good stuff remained covered. Most of her left breast was out but her nipple was covered and most of her lower half was exposed, but still I was thwarted. I climbed out of the tent and checked to make sure everything was as we left it the night before. I hoped an opportunity to relieve the pressure between my legs would present itself during the day because the morning duties waited for no man's balls. I walked a short way to a patch of high ground and took a look around. I never have been able to shake the feeling that someone is watching me, so my morning routine always involves securing the perimeter whether or not I have reason to. Once I was confident we would be alone for the foreseeable future, I pulled out my still-hard cock and peed. It's never an easy task to pee with an erection but at least in the wild you can let fly without concern for your destination. Job done, I returned to camp and started breakfast. Yes, I used hand sanitizer before I touched anyone's food. Don't interrupt. As I was saying, I had a strong fire going and bacon sizzling on a hot rock when I heard tiny footsteps swishing through the sand behind me. "That's my job," Sarah said. I just smiled at her and handed her the needle nose pliers I was using as a spatula. She shook her head sleepily and smiled. "You're doing a great job besides, I need a shower." As she walked behind me she dragged a finger across my shoulders, raising goose bumps as she went. With that she took a bar of soap and a razor and headed off down the river a short way. My cock had faded a little but came right back to full strength when I saw her starting to strip before she was completely out of sight. I had a dozen eggs and a package of bacon cooked by the time everyone was up and done doing their morning girly stuff. To my surprise we were ready to roll by 0800. I had expected the girls to fart around until noon at least. Once everyone was ready to float, we were all reminded of the destroyed inner tube when the girl held it up for me to see. The same kicked puppy look was painted on her face and I felt like a jackass for forgetting. I untied the flap on my pack and began digging through it for the spare tube until Sarah walked past me and gripped my arm for a moment. She squeezed me with the same gentle hand she had used to explore me. It was a clear hold that thought. She walked over to the girl and handed her, her own tube. Then she said, "John has enough room for two; use mine." I laughed inwardly at being voluntold to share my inner-tube. The Corps does that shit to you all the time but this time I was not unhappy about it. The girl pushed Sarah's inner-tube into the water but shot a hesitant "Are you sure" look back at Sarah. I could understand her apprehension I wouldn't want to share a tube with me either but Sarah was young and naïve. I launched everybody the way I did the day previous and got the cooler headed down stream, then turned to find Sarah floating away in my inner-tube, waving good bye as she did. I shot her a look but wasn't sure if I was mad or impressed. I did a quick look around to make sure we didn't forget anything, then jumped into the water swimming after the group. As I got near I could see that Sarah had taken her eyes off me. Big mistake. 'Time to go to work, grunt.' I filled my lungs and submerged. As I approached I kept swallowing my laughter at what she was going to do when I surprised her. I knew she fancied herself safe because the bottom of the tube had a mesh liner covering the opening. What she didn't know was that it could be taken off. I swam underwater for what my lungs said was about thirty meters and then came up directly under her. The water was dark green and deep where we were so there was no way for anyone to bust me. I could see that she wasn't big enough to put her butt against the bottom of the tube and still dangle her feet the way she wanted to so she just held herself aloft and made a show of enjoying my tube. I pushed the mesh up with a finger and took a few slow controlled breaths being careful not to alert her to my presence. Once my blood gasses had normalized, I filled my lungs again and submerged. This time I set about unzipping the bottom mesh. Once I had a hole open far enough I slid through it and into the tube. I was directly below her when she started to look for me. My ears cleared the water just as she asked her friends, "Where did he go?" I floated there wondering what to do to her for a long while as I stared at her wonderfully tight young ass just inches from my face. I contemplated disrobing her but thought better of it. It was sexy when she did it; it was assault when I did it. Just one of the many inequalities between men and women. Again my lack of creativity was hindering me. I eventually decided to grab her hips and pull her through the hole I had made. The result was quite satisfying. By the time I decided what to do, she had sat up on the edge of the tube with her little butt facing me. When I grabbed her hips she screamed like she had been bitten by a shark. She tried to jump away from me but I had her. She fought valiantly but I inverted under water and placed my feet on the underside of the tube. She was mine. She squirted through the hole and immediately went on the offensive. It was like dumping a piranha into my own bathtub. Suddenly I couldn't get out of the water fast enough. Whatever apprehensions I had about pulling her bottoms off were not shared my counterpart. I tried twice to climb up the side of the tube and both times my trunks found their way to my ankles. Knowing full well that if she took possession of my briefs I would never see them again, I dropped back into the water. At some point I noticed that she hadn't yet come up for air and I wondered if I hadn't bit off more than I could chew. Finally I decided that a good offense is the best defense and went for the kill. I grabbed at the string knot on her hip and the bow gave way with ease. She screamed under water and headed topside. 'Victory is mine!' As she swam away I grabbed at the other knot and came up laughing with a fist full of bikini. To my surprise she refused to admit defeat. Instead, she did the fish version of a head long charge. I tried to back pedal away but she was gaining too fast. I took a breath and went under, narrowly avoiding what I think may have been a savage underwater beating. The move bought me few seconds and I pushed hard for the tube. I hit it, at speed and pushed through the center. I pulled myself through and perched up on all fours on the tube with her bottoms still in my hand. She didn't leave me waiting long. Apparently she had been hot on my tail because no sooner was I stationary but she emerged grabbing for her bottoms. I held them out of her reach and taunted her with them until she stopped and pouted. "Truce?" I asked. She took her bottoms back and immediately splashed me in the eyes and then said, "Truce, truce." before I could retaliate. I zipped the tube up as she re-tied her bottoms and then she climbed up into the tube. We laughed and ribbed each other as she tried to find a comfortable position in the tube with me. As it turns out there was only one real position that made sense. As I lay stretched out she lay exactly opposite of me. Her feet by my shoulder and her butt sitting between my legs. I never have been a very good conversationalist. So when the noise of us fidgeting and laughing died down and we were left staring at one another, I was grateful that she knew how to kick off a conversation. She asked me if I had a girlfriend which made me laugh and then politely explain to her how hard Marines are to love. Ever the optimist, she didn't believe a word I said and began trying to convince me that I wasn't the monster I was making myself out to be. She pointed out all the things she saw as strengths. It was like floating down the river with a freaking unicorn. Not only was she the embodiment of beauty, but she simply refused to see anything but the best in me. Her words cut deep grooves into my heart because of the thoughts I had been thinking involving her, my dick, and a few of her friends. It's a weird thing to have someone tell you that you're a nice person and have it make you feel even lower about yourself. Suddenly I wanted to be anywhere else in the world but there in the inner-tube with her. Here was a girl that had never been in so much as a fist fight and she was calling me a good person. I felt that if she found out the extent of the things I had done to other humans or more accurately, how I felt when I did those things I would have sullied the last beautiful thing on earth. I felt like she had cracked open my chest and was about to see something that would destroy her forever. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and shut her down. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." There was a long pause and then she said, "I understand. My dad doesn't talk about it either but he talks about it in his sleep. For what it's worth I still think you're a hero, even if you don't." 'Goddammit woman! You're cutting my heart out here!' Normally this is where a conversation gets awkward and girls find somewhere else to be but not Sarah. Showing wisdom far surpassing her age she just segued into the next topic and carried the conversation until I brought myself back from a very dark place. The funny thing about a unicorn is that no matter how deep the mud and the blood gets there they stand, gleaming white and unblemished. They can walk effortlessly through the nastiest shit hole in the world and emerge spotless on the other side. When I finally did come back to her, she was talking about her plans to change the world again. In the end it was her motivation that cheered me up again. I needed another beer after the rollercoaster she had just put me through. After a great-to-do we settled back into our normal position three brews heavier. As was my habit I downed one, took a fist full of pretzels and sipped another. All the while Sarah talked about saving the world, sipping her own. I had to hand it to her. She had her priorities set and her head screwed on straight. I caught myself liking her for reasons other than highlights my penis had pointed out, which was an unprecedented even in my life up until that moment. At some point I noticed her brilliant white bikini became slightly transparent and very, very clingy when wet. I tried not to notice at first but leave it to my dark nature, my eyes kept coming back to the spot between her legs. The position she was in put everything on display for me perfectly and I thought, 'Oh great, as if I couldn't get any lower.' My morning wood had subsided a while ago by then but not the pressure. I could see her vagina perfectly. I decided it was bright enough out now that it warranted fishing my sunglasses out of the pocket in the inner-tube where I had left them. With my gaze hidden from her I stared wide eyed at the sight before me. Her pale nipples were easily visible through the thin cloth and her bottoms were hugging her curves so closely, they might as well not been present. My cock twitched and started to grow. Unfortunately, it had been facing down a pant leg when it did and was trapped in an uncomfortable downward position. The worst part of the ordeal was that any time I find myself in that situation, I am basically stuck with a hard-on until I can point it the right direction. Something about the pressure it places on itself keeps it hard way, way longer when it's trapped like that. Combined with the buildup of yesterday, thinking about baseball wasn't really a possibility. After about an hour of pure torture, her bikini was finally dry and hid her body enough for me to start thinking of other things. Until she took one of our empty beer cans and rinsed it out in the river then used it to pour water on herself again. The gentle stream of water ran right down the center of her as it marched ever closer to its destination. I saw it happen in slow-motion as it hit her belly button and paused to fill it, then continued down the channel her abs made. When it hit her bottoms they vanished. I was staring directly at her perfect little pussy and she knew it. I had been staring long enough to burn a hole when one of the other girls paddled up to us and pulled on her pony tail playfully. Sarah looked to see who it was and then hopped up. I was grateful for the respite, thinking she was going to jump into the water but instead she just flipped over and straddled my legs. She was leaning over the tube talking to her friend with her extremely athletic ass on display for my enjoyment. I thought my dick was going to pop. The only good thing about it was that I was free to adjust my cock's painful downward position. I adjusted carefully so I didn't draw any attention and then returned to staring at Sarah's ass. My cock was jutting out of the waist band of my shorts a few inches but I hoped to have enough time to get things under control before Sarah sat back down facing me. As I watched her little white bikini fidgeting and wiggling back and forth I noticed that she would occasionally arch her back. The move put her in the sexiest position I had ever seen. I watched the still wet cloth all but disappear, exposing the most perfect shapes in nature. She then rocked her hips forward and gently, almost imperceptibly, ground her pubis into my leg, all the while she was chattering wildly with her friend. Finally fed up with the torture of having her ass wiggling just inches from my face. I decided to take a chance and step it up a notch. I figured given her exploring the night previous it was a safe bet but one can never really be sure when it comes to women. I lightly and quickly flicked the center of her pussy. Her clit was tucked away in the folds of flesh far enough that I guessed it wouldn't hurt but would get her attention. Then I looked away quickly as though nothing had happened. To my amazement it seemed as though nothing had happened. Other than a very brief pause in her conversation nothing else in her behavior betrayed the inappropriate contact. I waited thirty seconds or so—a long time in my book—then I did it again. Again I dropped away and looked at the passing scenery like it had been someone else. This time, however, I got a reaction. Though I hadn't really known what to expect, she managed to surprise me anyway. She backed up a short way, showcasing her pussy even more sensuously as she did. The closer she came to my face the harder my dick got at the thought of what was to come. Then out of the blue, she bit my big toe. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin but it was hard enough to make me jump and spank her out of surprise. That's when she turned and gave me a look that no women has been able to duplicate in the years since. If I live to be a thousand I will never forget it. It was a look a lioness gives a gazelle just before she pounces on it. I couldn't quite tell if it was a good look or a bad. Whatever it was, it meant something between us had just changed. She went back to talking to her friend for a bit but I could tell the conversation was waning so I contented myself by waiting for the other shoe to fall. And fall it finally did. A few moments after the other girl went back to floating casually, Sarah sat up and stretched straddling, my waist and kneeling in the bottom of the tube. It was the kind of stretch someone does when they don't actually need to stretch, they just want to lull their quarry into a false sense of security. I saw it for what it was but when she sat down unexpectedly, directly on my rock hard dick in the 'reverse cowgirl' position it was the worst torture yet. Talk about being unprepared. I had nowhere to go and no way to hide my erection from her. That was when I got the sense that she had known about my wood all along. I realized that she too had sunglasses on and they worked the same way for her as they did for me. Yah, yah snicker away, I already told you I wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box when I was young. Shut up, you got me off topic again. Like I was saying, I initially tried to hide my erection but quickly found it impossible so I relaxed and figured—come what may—I would bask in the warmth of her bikini clad body for the time being. She pushed down onto me and even gave a little wiggle to prove it was no accident then she lay back against my chest. Her ass cheeks firmly enveloped my cock and her lithe body invited my exploring hands. She rested her head just below my chin and wiggled her body like a kitten does when it's about to take a nap. I lay there for a moment afraid to breath and then she looked up at me. When our eyes met, I wondered if I should steal a kiss but I wanted to play it safe and let her make the first move. She could feel how interested I was so I left it in her court, so to speak. Her first move was far more forward than I had expected. The timid little explorer was growing bolder by the moment. "How do you expect me to get comfortable with that thing jabbing me?" I laughed awkwardly trying to buy myself time to think then said, "There's really only one place to put it." Not really what I meant, but like I said, not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Luckily she thought it was funny and then with a coy smirk that melted me asked, "oh yeah, where's that?" I was nonplussed. I laughed again but all the blood had drained from my head, leaving me basically brain dead. Fortunately for me, my little explorer had a plan. She fidgeted for a second and then reached down and started pulling my shorts down. I had just enough cognitive function left to assist her efforts and immediately my cock sprang free. Once freed from its confines, she sat back down and then reached between her legs. When her little hand grabbed my dick I thought I was going to pass out. She pulled it up and then lay back against me. She held my cock up against her cloth covered pussy and then shut her legs tight. The little triangular gap between her thighs right below her pussy became home for my dick. She lay back against my chest and said, "Is that what you meant?" I smiled and nodded; this was way better then side-piping down the leg of my shorts. She lay there for a bit then she giggled. I followed her gaze to see the last few inches of my cock poking out from between her legs. A momentary surge of blood through my brain gave me just enough whit to say, "That's going to be an awkward tan line." She laughed and asked, "Is that what it looks like to have a penis?" A Summer Beginning I looked at the three inches she had sticking out of her crotch and then looked at her. She was smiling like Ponce De Leon. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and kissed her neck. It wasn't quite a peck but it wasn't a long sensuous suckle either. I considered it a safe experiment. The reaction I got told me that kind of kiss was her kind of fun. She cooed and snuggled into my chest a little more. Then she reached down and grabbed my cock like the pilot of an F18. 'I guess that's why they call it a joy stick.' With her velvety soft touch she pushed me up against her clit. Then she started slowly grinding on it. Her touch still felt like an expedition rather than purely sexual, so I just laid back and let her find her way. It felt amazing to be wedged firmly between her skinny little legs with her hand pressing firmly on the underside of me but it wasn't the kind of stimulation I needed to get off. Don't get me wrong, given an eternity I could make it happen, but as it was I didn't have an eternity. As we rounded the next bend, on the edge of the high bank I saw a guard rail which meant traffic. We were drifting into a town, which had been part of the plan, but meant the end of her exploration. I began to get nervous as we neared civilization and she didn't quit. Every moment we floated we came closer to someone seeing what I was doing to this gorgeous teen. All the while, Sarah forged ahead, oblivious to world. Her breathing took up the jagged edge it had held just before she had finished with me the night previous. The change told me she was probably close to cumming but I had to stop her. I could almost hear the evening news announcer in my head. "In local news, a man was caught molesting young women in the river today. The women had been enjoying their senior trip when the man—identified by police as John T.—tricked them into thinking he would keep them safe from harm. T is believed to have purchased beer for the girls with the intent of getting the young girls drunk and taking advantage of them. Police believe he was able to ditch his roofies before they arrived because none were found on his person but they know he had them. He is being held without bail, over a pool of penis eating piranhas until a kangaroo court can rule on the case." The camera angle would change and the news anchor would fidget with a stack of blank paper, then turn to his partner and say, "Luckily authorities stopped him before he could complete his dastardly deed." "That's right, Steve. I hope they lower him into that pool nice and slow," his partner would say. Fricken news anyway. They don't care about the truth, they care about what makes people watch their show.... ...Wait, what was I talking about? Ah yes. When the first car drove past us I stopped her. Orgasm or not, prison sucks for guys that get pinched like this. "Okay, we need to stop." To my chagrin she didn't even respond. She just kept grinding and breathing hard. Her body heat had risen to somewhere near her flash point and I could feel her wetness soaking her bikini. She clearly wasn't going to stop unless I was serious. So I used words that left no room for doubt. "I'm serious." She just kept going. When the next car drove by and I saw the passenger staring down at me I figured I had just gotten myself into some real trouble. "Sarah, I need you to stop. I'm going to get in a lot of trouble if you don't." "Why? I'm eighteen." Her voice was ragged and if I didn't have a news reel playing in my head I would have let her finish, but I did. "If someone sees my penis sticking up like that," I pointed to my dick. "I'm never going to see the light of day again." "Relax, it's not that big a deal." "Yah maybe for you. If someone sees you naked they take a picture and spend the next twenty-four hours locked in their bedroom. Me, they call the cops, then go talk to a shrink about their traumatic experience." She opened her eyes and looked at me. We sat there for a moment, my dick in her hand, pushed up against her like her own personal sex toy, then she said, "Is that all you're worried about?" "What do you mean ALL? That's a big deal." She took that as a yes and then did something I never would have expected. She pulled down the back of her bikini and tucked my dick into her bottoms. Then she pulled them back up until my cock stopped them from going up any further. We both looked down as she finished adjusting and saw that—other than the strange bulge—my dick was perfectly hidden by her bikini. With twenty-four hours of teasing and now direct skin on skin contact, I was in heaven. Her pussy was so hot I thought it was going to catch my dick on fire, but what a way to go. She gave me a "Happy now?" look, and then went back to masturbating on my dick. Her silken smooth pussy immediately soaked the top of my cock and gave her the perfect sex toy. She rocked and bucked with wild abandon now until she got back to where she had been before I had stopped her. I thought for sure I knew the moment she was going to cum, but she slowed down just before she got to it. I though 'oh great more teasing,' but after a bit I started to think she was holding off for a different reason. When the memory of the night before flashed into my head I had a momentary stroke of genius. She wanted to feel me touching her and I thought maybe she was holding off while she tried to decide if she should take the next step or not. I made the decision for her. Started running my hands over her little body, from her hips to her breasts. I tried to mimic her gentle touch with my hand. I slid both hands under her bikini top and began massaging her young breasts. Her movements became erratic; she was still holding back so I went for broke. I rolled her nipples in my fingers the way she had and then I bent down and kissed her neck. This time I stayed there longer. I kissed and gently sucked on her neck as she slid up and down my shaft. With that, she finally stopped holding back, though not the way I was hoping. She pushed me up against her hard and slid up and down my shaft wildly. Every now and then a sexy little squeak would leave her lips. During one pass, she slid a little farther up than she had before and I felt the tip of my cock bounce over her lubricated hole. As she started to descend I thought 'Here we go,' but the angle of her hips prevented me from entering her. Instead I just hit the far side of the hole and stopped. The world stood still for a moment as we sat there, her trying to decide if she wanted to go there, and me hoping she would. Then the moment passed and I slid out and past the hole. Two or three pumps latter she jerked hard and then her whole body went rigid. Years later, the innocence of it all, still shapes my fantasies but back then, all I could think about was the cock tease. She relaxed moments later and lay against me panting. Then she snuggled her head under my chin. She probably would have taken a nap right then, my cock still making a strange bulge in her bottoms, had it not been for Tris's voice. "Having fun you two?" I was surprised enough to momentarily forget the crushing pressure inside my balls. Sarah smiled with her eyes still closed and then sat up and began talking to her friend. She leaned forward until my cock popped out of the top of her bikini and both girls looked down at it. Tris's giggle was deep, throaty and meaningful. She reached out and grabbed it like it belonged to her and started stroking it. Just as I began to hope for relief again, she let go and the two girls started whispering. Sarah leaned farther forward as they whispered, which did two things to me. The first was pull her bikini taught and apply a lot of pressure on my shaft. The other was expose her pussy to me. It was clean as a whistle and baby smooth. As they whispered, Tris looked over the shoulder of her friend and right at me. At the same time one of them gave my dick a squeeze. I had reached what I have come to call my teasing limit. That moment just prior to the pressure in my balls exceeding the confining power of my brain. If my sanity ebbed even slightly or I had to put up with any more teasing I would have become the monster from their stories and pillaged their little pussies. I had a momentary vision of turning into a daytime werewolf only to wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover and a pile of pregnant teens next to me. I was moments from forcing the issue, and in retrospect, messing everything up, when Tris said, "Hey, we were wondering if we could stop for lunch." Sharp as a tack that one. I still think she saw what I was envisioning and intervened, though later she claimed ignorance. I decided a distraction was exactly the thing I needed. "Sounds like a plan." The worst part of beaching was having to hide my cock from the other girls. Sarah and Tris might have been cool with it but I wasn't sure how the other girls would react to the sight of my cock sticking out of my waistband. Fortunately, Tris and Sarah shared my sentiments and helped out. They would take turns standing in front of me while the other distracted the girls. Sarah quickly wiggled into my good graces when she turned and handed me a beer. There has always been something beautiful about a woman bringing me a beer without asking if I want one. Something chauvinistic no doubt, but that's for another story. I cracked the beer and pounded half before she could tell me it was the last one. I stopped drinking and looked down at her. She had her hand out in a "Let's share" gesture which made me smile and then I killed the rest in two gulps. She pouted and stamped her foot which made me laugh and then she stepped to the side with a "Still think it's funny?" look. The move exposed my still hard cock to any questioning eyes. I tried to step behind her again but she took another side step. I shot her a playful glare which she returned in kind. I used the exchange as a distraction and shot my hand out. The trick worked. She didn't even have time to jump before my hand wrapped around her neck. I didn't squeeze or use enough to force to harm but it did replace the snide look with one of surprise. I pulled her in front of me again and then kissed her right on the lips. When we broke and I pulled away from her, her eyes were stayed closed for a few moments as if she was still savoring the feeling. The activity on beach around us came to a halt. One of the girls even let out a gasp and it brought both of us back to reality. I slowly let go of her neck and then let my hand slid down her chest. When I came to her breast I gave it a squeeze then let go of her. She opened her eyes and stared into mine for a long while before saying, "Now we're out of beer." Part Two ------------------------------------------------ Walking down the road with two armloads of beer always attracts attention. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. This was no exception. In the half mile walk from the liquor store to the beach I left the girls on I was stopped by two different squad cars and a convertible full of college girls. The girls were easy enough to deal with. Just flirt and decline, they pout, you act like they are tearing your heart out, and they drive away slowly. If you're lucky; one of them flashes you as they leave. The cops on the other hand are not as easy. Twenty minutes later, after a needless pat down and a standard gestapo style questionnaire, I was frustrated at world and itching for a fight. The pressure in my ball didn't help a thing. I was way past blue balls at this point. If felt like a midget was following me around kicking me in the crotch. I climbed down the bank and stepped into the water. On the way to the drug store I had swam across the river but now with my hands full of beer that didn't look like an option. I saw Sarah on the opposite bank with a devious look about her. Then she turned and rejoined her friends without care in the world as to how I was going to get across the river. Fun fact: if you want to know if a beer is worth drinking, toss it in water. Alcohol is lighter than water so a beer with a high alcohol by volume, will float whereas a low "ABV" won't be able to overcome the added weight of the can and will sink. I know; leave it to a Marine to study the specific gravity of beer. Like I said I do a couple of things well. Drinking is one of them. A few minutes later I slid the two soggy cardboard suitcases onto the beach and grabbed the cooler. My erection long abated, I filled the cooler and grabbed one for myself. Sarah gave me a sly smile that cooled my frustration a little and made me feel a little guilty for not sharing the last one. I grabbed one and handed it to her. "That one wasn't good enough for you, so I got you a fresh one," I whispered. She took it and did me the great honor of giggling at my sappy line. She traded me for one of the best sandwiches I had ever eaten and we sat with her friends. An hour later, our bellies full of beer and sandwiches, we hit the river again. I was a little disappointed when Sarah just climbed in to my tube. I had been expecting her pull some sort of devious shenanigans. This time I had vowed to have her naked if she tried something, but alas she just assumed her normal spot. Worse yet, my balls felt like they were going to split down the middle. Then she spread her legs to sit comfortably. She was still wearing her—invisible when wet—white bikini. This time however, she was not wearing her sunglasses. I watched her gaze go from my eyes to my crotch then to hers. She playfully tugged on the top of her bikini which made it all but vanish and then she made a show of relaxing. She knew what was going to happen next and when she felt me reach for her she immediately started giggling and tried to protect her neck. My cock wasted no time hardening and as we wrestled I pushed it into her several times. I was no longer concerned with letting her experiment but I didn't want to scare her off either. So when she ended up lying on me like she had I let her relax. I knew if she came to me it would be way better than if I went to her. She didn't leave me waiting long. Before I knew it she was grinding her shapely ass into my dick in an extremely provocative way. With experience being a great teacher I began rubbing my hands up and down her and kissing her neck. In less than ten minutes we were right back to where we had left off, with the exception of not being inside her bikini bottoms. My hands found increasingly private places to explore until they ended up under her top. I was massaging her nipples the way she had taught me and grinding my cock between her butt cheeks when she reached down and pulled my shorts down. Once my cock was free, she slid it into her bottoms without fanfare. 'Yahtzee!' She pinched my cock between her little thighs again and started humping. Before long she was breathing her "I'm about to cum" breaths. This time I decided a little push in the right direction was in order. Left hand still firmly lodged on her breast, I moved my right hand down her belly until I hit an obstacle. She had her hand wedged down the front of here bikini where I wanted mine to be. So I slid my fingers under her wrist and began to push under her hand. I could sense her hesitation so I moved slowly and finally she warmed up to the idea. She tentatively allowed my hand to replace hers and I immediately went to work. I pressed my dick into her clit with about the same pressure she had been using but I added a side to side motion that had an instant effect on her. She bucked her hips higher and higher until my lubed up dick was again bouncing over her opening. I had to pace myself. Every fiber of my body wanted to just push it into her but I had only just earned her trust. If I pushed it in too soon, it would probably have a paradoxical effect and shut things down. I did, however, begin teasing her with the thought. The angle of her hips wasn't right for penetration so I decided I would use that as my signal. I pressed the tip of my cock into her hard enough so that when her opening slid past I would slid in a tiny way, then hit the far side. Each time she slid past she left a little more lube on my cock and eventually I felt it dripping down my shaft. Suddenly, I felt her begin to tense up like she had before but I didn't want her cumming just yet. I pulled my cock away from her and let her cool off. She whispered, "No, keep going" but I just held it away from her. When she reached down to finish herself off, I blocked her with my other hand. I could feel that she was right on the edge and wanted to cum as badly as I did, but I wanted it to be perfect. Once she relaxed I let my cock rest against her but didn't push with my hand. She immediately began thrusting her hips up again trying to get the stimulation she needed. I didn't start to push with my hand until I felt the angle of her hips change slightly. I returned about half the pressure I had been using which seemed to work well. With the new angle of her pelvis, I had to be careful not to slid in to her pussy before she was ready. After five or six more minutes passed and countless trips past her opening, my dick hit the far side and stopped. Her pelvis was still moving down but her hole had captured my head. The result began to bend my cock and would most certainly have ended in penetration had I not shifted my hips to stop it. She still wasn't ready. I heard a very faint disappointed moan escape her lips and felt the angle of her pelvis shift a little more. I could tell she was right on the edge which was right where I wanted her but the angle of her pelvis was quite there yet. I had to back off my pressure by half again to prevent sliding into her. Her movements became frantic as the pressure continued to fade. She wasn't getting enough stimulation to cum anymore but she had too much stimulation to come down. I was holding her right over the edge. Finally, after a ball-shattering, mind numbing eternity she shifted her hips into the perfect position. It was as if she had finally come to terms with the fact that there was only one way I was going to let her get off. As her pelvis came down my dick hit the far side of her pussy and, like it had already done several times before stopped. This time, however, I did not rock my hips to save her. She knew what she was doing and I let her do it. As my dick began to bend she slowed in preparation for what was about to happen and slowly increased the pressure. Then it happened. My dick began to slide into her and the world stood still. At first I only went in an inch or so but she didn't stop coming down. Her pussy felt like it was scalding me as it slowly slid down my shaft. About half way in I felt something give way and she took in a sharp breath. She paused for just a moment, then sunk the rest of the way onto my cock. I felt the limits of her depths bump up against the tip of my dick as she settled her hips against mine. I let her stayed there impaled like that for a moment and used my right hand—still wet with her lube—to pick up where my dick had left off. I knew I was beginning but I held it back as hard as I could. My toes began to tingle as oft they do before a big orgasm but still I held off. When Sarah was ready she rocked her hips up and down a couple times. Once I was inside of her she returned her hips to a more neutral position which forced my cock to bend slightly inside her incredibly tight little pussy. The back of my neck got tight and a familiar buzz started in the back of my brain but still I held off. I could barely breathe. As Sarah thrust her hips forward and back down on me, the pleasure was blinding. At long last I felt her start. First her legs, then her ass, then her entire body went rigid. As her body flexed, it forced my cock into her depth and her pussy locked down. With the fraction of consciousness I had remaining I kept massaging her clit with my very wet hand, being careful not to press too hard and pumped my hips. The rest of my brain was on fire. My body tensed, my toes curled and my entire pelvic region flexed as a long overdue orgasm hit me like a storm surge breaking on a lighthouse island. My dick still buried to the hilt in her. A Summer Beginning Describing an orgasm is like describing a color to a man, born without vision. It is like combining the pins and needles feeling you get when your arm falls asleep with a sneeze. Mix in a splash of blinding pleasure and you're close. When it was over, a euphoria washed over me and filled me with the overwhelming sense that all was right with the world. As I lay there, buried to the hit in the most beautiful woman ever created, I listened to the sounds of birds chirping and bees buzzing and wondered if that was where the name came from. A car drove past us and drew my attention to the still present guard rail. I could see mile marker 53 sticking up above the rail and I decided right then that my favorite number would forever be 53. When Sarah started to cry it brought me back to the world. At that time in my life there was only one kind of tear that could be shed. So Sarah's tears, in my mind could only mean one thing. "Are you okay?" It was a stupid question but it was all I could think to ask. I know now that it was, what the French call "la petite mort" or the little death. Scientists call it a release of oxytocin. Poets call it transcendence. I called it weird that she started crying, but I know better now. Fortunately for me, she forgave my ignorance and just nodded. She quietly sobbed for a little while and then drifted off to sleep with me still buried deep inside her. For the next few hours I held her as we drifted, gently napping in the late day heat. The rest of that trip ended up being an odyssey into sex for Sarah and Tris. One morning the two of them woke me up with a sanity rending blow job which opened the door to a threesome in the woods later that day. We did some wild things on that trip, but nothing the three of us did ever equaled my experience with Sarah that day. Author's Note: I had the good sense to keep Sarah close and after she graduated college, I married her. She never did give up on me Tris continued to come over for many years to share in our adventures. She eventually took a job overseas and moved permanently. She still writes. We buried Lisa next to her beloved husband about ten years ago. She never did suspect what I did to her daughter on the trip she paid me to take. Or maybe I should say, what her daughter did to me. Sarah was and always will be my hero. She got me through the hardest summers of my life and continued to teach me how to be a better person until cancer took her from me three years ago this day. As a testament to the beautiful person she was, more than three thousand people attended her service. It was standing room only and they brought out speakers for the people outside. I buried her next to her mother and father on a hill overlooking the river on our ranch. Now I take a trip every summer to watch kids raft down that river as I think of her. A fist full of pretzels in one hand and a beer in the other. In the years we were together she taught me the many different kinds of tears that can be cried by a man. She also taught me that the most powerful tears are those cried when you're in a love that couldn't be more perfect. Although her final words are for my ears alone, one of the last things she told me was that she knew how much I loved her. No kinder words have ever been spoken. We both looked back fondly on that summer and I count the days until I can be laid next to her on our hill overlooking the river. No man has ever loved a woman more than I love you, Sarah.