By the next morning Dave's tent flap had blown shut. He crawled out of his sleeping bag and dressed. Sounds began to come from the girls' tent signaling the fact they too were now awake. Dave sat quietly not knowing what to say or if in fact he should say anything. He wasn't yet used to the "morning after" and was rather uneasy. As he was pondering just what to do or what to say, Meg called out, "You awake, Dave?"

"Yeah," he answered to which she sheepishly replied, "Hi." Sarah then suggested breakfast. Dave opened his tent flap not really sure what he would see. The girls were both dressed, obviously both wearing bras. They smiled as they saw him which helped him to relax. The three crawled out of their tents and headed toward the house.

Things seemed just as they always had. It was like the previous night had all been a dream. That is until Meg moved close to Dave and whispered, "Last night was fun." Dave smiled and was going to reply but Meg began to talk to Sarah. They entered the house and ate with no other comments being said about the evening's activities. After eating, both girls retired to Sarah's room leaving Dave alone. He went to his room, changed out of his crusty underpants, and then left the house to find his friends. Nothing more was said about the incident for the next few weeks.

Initially Meg had been the reluctant one for the "exploration" with Dave. Sarah had been the leader, Dave was a willing partner, and Meg had participated purely out of pressure, not that anyone had forced her. Now she couldn't get the experience out of her head. She wasn't about to strip for just any boy but somehow with Dave it seemed different. Seeing a naked boy had been exciting and it probably wouldn't have made any difference who it had been. Having Dave see her naked haunted her though. It had been embarrassing but it intrigued her also.

Meg was too shy to talk about her feelings even with Sarah, who had been there and had participated. She began to see Dave in a new light and would smile every time she saw him. He always talked to her but didn't say what she wanted to hear. Meg wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to hear but what he had said wasn't it. Secretly she was hoping Sarah would suggest playing "show and tell" with Dave again but she hadn't.

Another warm weekend had arrived. "You wanna sleep out again?" Meg asked.

"Yeah, OK," Sarah replied.

"I'll go get my tent for Dave to use," offered Meg. Sarah hadn't mentioned him at all but Meg was hoping her friend would take the hint. Sarah half heartedly agreed and Meg ran off to get her tent telling Sarah to find Dave and let him know.

Meg was both excited and nervous as she carried her tent to Sarah's house. She wanted to "play" with Dave again but had no idea how to orchestrate it. She was much too shy to suggest anything. Sarah hadn't gotten back from finding Dave so Meg went directly to the yard. As she set her tent up, she pondered the question. The tent was set up a little closer than it was the previous time. Meg hadn't even noticed until Sarah had returned with Dave and Sarah mentioned it. "We can move it if you want," Meg suggested but thankfully Sarah had just shrugged and said it was fine.

The evening progressed with the three talking and playing games but not the sort of games Meg had hoped for. As it became later, the lights in the house went out. Neither Sarah nor Dave brought up their last tenting experience. Finally Sarah announced she was going to bed. Meg was disappointed but couldn't think of any way to voice her desires. Sarah had taken off her sneakers and reached for the tent flap. In desperation Meg blurted, "I gotta pee. Dave, would you walk out with me? I'm kinda afraid to walk around in the dark by myself."

"I'll go with you," Sarah offered.

"No, that's OK. You've already got your sneakers and socks off. Dave is still dressed. You don't mind, do you Dave?" Meg countered. Dave shrugged and shook his head and Meg and he crawled out of their tents. Dave started walking toward the house before Meg stopped him saying, "No. I don't wanna wake them up."

"Don't you have to go to the bathroom?" Dave questioned. Meg nodded. "Where you gonna go then?"

"In the bushes," Meg giggled. "You won't tell will you?"

"Ah... no," Dave answered, a little surprised at Meg's response.

She led him to the bushes. He walked with her still not sure about what was happening. "Wait here... and don't peek," Meg whispered. Dave stopped and Meg walked a few feet away.

Her heart was pounding. She tried to make it appear as though she was walking around a bush but stopped with her back still towards him where she knew Dave could still see her. Although it was late at night, the moonlight was bright enough that she knew Dave could see her. For a moment she just stood there trying to calm herself. Finally she took a deep breath and pushed her shorts down to her knees revealing her pink bikini panties. She hoped Dave wouldn't notice that by this time her hands were visibly shaking. She paused as she mustered her courage before taking the final step. She could almost feel Dave's stare burning into her back side. Afraid she was taking too long and Dave might catch on she knew he was watching, Meg took a deep breath and pushed her panties down until they were on top of her shorts. She smiled, proud of herself for having the courage to do it. Meg hesitated for a moment to make sure Dave got a good look at her then squatted to pee.

Dave watched as Meg walked away from him. He was surprised when she stopped while still in his view. What amazed him more was when she pulled her shorts down. There, only a few feet from him was a girl with her shorts at her knees. His prick immediately hardened. He thought about turning away but rationalized he hadn't moved from the spot where Meg had left him. It wasn't like he had moved just so he could watch her. His rock hard cock jumped when her panties came down. Her lily white ass seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. A big smile formed on his face. He couldn't believe his luck. She was even wearing a half shirt so nothing was blocking his view. He intently watched as she squatted down. Panic hit him when she stood and turned around to see him staring at her.

"You weren't supposed to peek," Meg giggled seeing Dave staring. Even in the dim moonlight she could see the redness in his face.

"Ah... um... I didn't mean to watch... honest... I couldn't help it..." Dave stuttered.

"That's OK," Meg interrupted, her shorts and panties still at her knees. "I guess it doesn't make any difference anyway. It's not like you haven't seen me before."

Dave sighed in relief. He had visions of Meg screaming and the whole world running to her aid. As he relaxed, he noticed her panties were still down. He could just make out her fine, light covered bush between her legs. The sight brought the smile back to his face.

"You gonna pee too?" Meg asked still not pulling up her panties.

"Ah,... yeah... I guess so," Dave answered.

Meg reached down and first pulled her panties up and then her shorts. As she did, she suggested cautiously, "You watched me so it's only fair I can watch you. OK?"

"Yeah, OK..." Dave replied. As he did, Meg walked closer.

For a moment, Dave just stood there until Meg whispered sheepishly, "Well?" Dave unzipped his pants. His cock was rock hard and he knew there was no way he would be able to pull it out without unsnapping the waist of his jeans and pulling it over the top of his underwear. He was a little embarrassed but had no choice after he had watched Meg. She watched wide eyed as he proceeded, finally pulling his erection into view. "Can I touch it?" she softly asked. Dave nodded.

This time was different. She wasn't seeing his cock for the first time nor was someone watching her. Meg reached out and wrapped her hand around the rod. She could feel it pulsate in her hand. It felt strange but at the same time nice. Meg knew about boys jerking off and wanted to know about it from Dave but just couldn't seem to ask him.

"What are you guys doing anyway?" Sarah called out from the tent making them both jump. Meg let his rod out of her had as she answered, "Nothing! We're coming back now." Hastily Dave stuffed his still hard prick into his pants and the two almost ran back to the tents.

As Dave crawled into his tent he again could hear the girls talking but they were too soft to make out what they were saying. He stretched out on his sleeping bag and replayed in his mind what had just happened. The muttering of the girls seemed to blend in with the other night noises.

He wasn't sure how much time had past. The voices from the other tent had stopped. "Can I come in?" he heard Meg whisper. Naturally he agreed. The tent flap parted and Meg crawled in. To the delight of Dave, she had taken off her shorts and was now only dressed in her top and panties. "Thanks for walking outside with me," she whispered.

"That's OK," Dave whispered back. "Where's Sarah?"

"Sleeping," Meg grinned. "I feel kinda funny like this where you're still completely dressed," she blushingly hinted.

"I'll take my pants off too if you want me too," offered Dave. He waited for Meg to say something but she remained quiet. Not knowing what else to do, Dave began to nervously undo his pants hoping it what she wanted. Meg didn't protest so he pushed them off and was now in just his underwear.

For a while both sat there unsure of what to do next. "I touched you so if you wanna touch me you can," Meg whispered finally.

Dave, still a little unsure, reached out and placed his hand on her top. He could feel her bra covered roundness. Slowly he moved his hand around expecting Meg to stop him at any moment. His hardness was obvious although Meg made no effort to grab him. Dave's courage grew because of Meg's lack of actions. Tentatively he allowed his hand to slip down until it was on her skin just below the bottom of her shirt. Slowly he moved his hand up again.

Meg's bra covered tit mounded under Dave's hand. He watched her face for any sign of protest but saw none. Slowly he began to move his hand. Meg remained motionless but her gaze did drop to his underwear covered erection. He wanted her to touch it but was afraid to ask. He didn't want to risk ending the moment.

For a minute or two Dave slowly ran his hand across the material still not quite believing Meg hadn't stopped him. Her lack of action gave him courage and he slipped his hand under her bra strap and clumsily attempted to push her bra down so he could feel flesh. Meg didn't stop him and was in fact getting excited letting him touch her. As he struggled more, the bra strap began to cut into her shoulder. "Wait a sec.," she mumbled. Dave jerked his hand away thinking she meant it was time for him to stop. Meg, instead of stopping him, reached around behind her back and unhooked the garment, letting it hang loosely under her top. "That'll be easier," she said demurely.

Dave smiled as he quickly snaked his hand under not only her top but her bra this time. Meg gasped as his palm ran across her stiff nipple. It was almost like sandpaper but not scratchy. It was more like her nipple seemed to almost vibrate as his hand slid across it giving her immense pleasure. Again she lowered her eyes and stared at the stiff protrusion of his underwear knowing it was she who was making him hard.

The minutes passed as Dave's hand gently massaged first one tit then the other. Meg remained still although she could feel the moisture forming between her legs. Dave's inhibitions were rapidly leaving. Although he liked the feeling of her young breasts, he wanted to touch between her legs. Gently he applied a little pressure and Meg eased down until she was on her back. Dave slowly slid his hands down until they rested on her hips. He looked into her eyes for some sort of signal but could perceive none.

Meg looked into Dave's eyes and, for the first time, began to have second thoughts. His hands were on her hips - at the waistband of her panties. He had already seen her twice before, once even at her initiative, but this was different. She wasn't going to pull her panties down, he was. Her reluctance was fleeting however and as he tugged at her waistband, she lifted allowing her protective covering to slide down her legs. For some reason he stopped pushing the garment when it reached her shins but the heat of passion had also dulled her inhibitions. She shuffled her legs until one was now free from the confines of her panties.

With her pussy now exposed, Dave's hand moved to the target. As he slid his hand between her legs, Meg opened for him. This time he wasn't just "looking" but now he was touching. In the filtered moonlight coming through the tent's canvas, he couldn't really see anything but that didn't seem to matter. Just the feel of her was sending his mind into overload.

Meg had parted her legs to give Dave access to her now wet pussy but even she hadn't been aware of the rise of her hips as his hand had slid down her slit. Her eyes closed as she savored for the first time the touch of another. He was inexperienced and his touch was different than when she touched herself but this seemed more exciting somehow. Her state of arousal was such that she wanted to reach her own hand down to join his but she was much too shy to even consider doing such a thing in front of him. Still, his fumbling caresses were bringing her closer to orgasm. At first she fought the feelings, afraid to let herself go in front of him but her hormones soon overcame her shyness. Although almost imperceptible at first, her hips began to follow the pace his hand was setting.

Dave had heard other boys talk about touching, or "fingering" as they called it, a girl but had never expected Meg to let him do it to her. He liked Meg, a lot, and would never have attempted to finger her except the situation had now presented itself. Slowly he curled his middle finger and pushed. Meg moaned softly as his finger sank into the recesses of her pussy. The warm moist walls wrapped around his finger. Slowly he pulled it out then pushed back in again. He wasn't sure what he was doing but Meg was pushing up every time his finger pushed in. Wanting to try something different, instead of just pulling his finger out, he slid it up her slit for a change.

A jolt ran through her body as Dave's finger slid across her clit. Her breath caught for a moment. "Do that again," she moaned unconsciously. Dave repeated his motion. Meg could feel the climax growing within her and finishing was the only thing on her mind now. With no further encouragement, Dave continued to push his finger into her body then pull it out sliding the slippery digit across her sensitive love button. Having a boy climax her added to Meg's state of arousal. Although she wasn't really aware of it, her hips were now noticeably moving in time with Dave's finger.

It finally hit. The pleasures of orgasm ran through Meg's body. She held her breath, afraid if she did breath she would make some sort of noise. It wasn't her biggest climax but this one was different. When she masturbated, she was pulling the climax out of her body. Dave didn't seem to do that. His was more like a gift he had given her. Dave, not knowing any better, continued at the same pace with the same intensity. With her body now piqued, the pleasure which had brought her to orgasm was quickly becoming too intense. She reached down and pushed his hand away. "No more," she muttered.

For a moment, Meg remained still with her eyes still closed. When she did finally open them, she could see the look of confusion in Dave's face. She smiled, which made him smile. She sat up and placed her hand on his chest, pushing him down on his back. As he went down, her hands went to his waist. "Your turn," she sheepishly grinned.