by Amy Brent
“NO not really, we will be in the car most of the time right? I may as well be comfortable.” She started humming a tune ignoring his pained expression as they set off for the mountains.
The trip was pleasant both chatting about life and work. She couldn’t help but bring up his afternoon escapades.
“So seeing anyone?” She tried to be nonchalant, but he hesitated before answering.
“No, not really. How about you Kate, no boys hanging around yet?” He gave her a smile.
“Some, but no only one that I think I have feelings for.” She knew he would never guess it was him.
“Really, that’s interesting. You are so young.” He looked out the window as he drove.
“Actually Aaron, I am 20, I am not that young anymore. You just don’t want to see me as a woman is all.” She went back to humming her song, noting his strange expression.
The found the campsite for the first night, pitched a tent and settled in, both laughing over the campfire neither of them were able to start on their own. Soon they were eating and happily talking about the next few days. She stood stretching her arms up high as she checked out the water.
“I think I’ll go see how cold that water is.” She started walking quickly down to the water’s edge, knowing he would follow her. She turned around to face him as she quickly stripped off her shirt, her massive breasts jiggling in the moonlight. She saw his face tighten as he looked at her and then he quickly averted his eyes.
“Kate, be careful that is probably full of snakes or worse.” He wouldn’t look at her, but she had seen the lust in his eyes, she had all the answers she needed now.
She splashed water at him as she stripped off the rest of her clothes and let the cold water seep into her skin. It was invigorating and she quickly got back out, smiling as she watched him putting out the fire at camp. She slipped her clothes back on, still damp from her escapade and made her way back to the tent. As she climbed inside she noted how close the sleeping bags were, though he had put a clear gap between them.
She smiled at him as she wrung out her hair. She saw his eyes drop down, her fat hard nipples poking through the wet t-shirt she had on. She waited, letting him look before she turned around to crawl under her sleeping bag once and for all. He took his time coming to sleep, but soon he was laying nearby, and she could tell he was awake.
“Whatcha thinking about Aaron?” If anything the element of surprise would be on her side.
“Nothing really, just been a long day.” He sounded preoccupied, and she knew why.
She was still thinking about his answer as she drifted off to sleep. There was a sound, but she was unclear what it was exactly. Rolling over carefully she lifted her eyes just enough to glance around the tent, hoping whatever was moving around wasn’t some kind of animal trying to get in. At some point in the night she had gotten hot, her shirt was hiked up both breasts spilled out freely in the coolness of the night air. She saw then what the noise was, and what was making it. Aaron was laying in his sleeping bag, doing his best to be quiet, as his eyes raked over her exposed breasts as he as he methodically stroked his huge member in his sleeping bag. She felt her body respond to it, knowing he would stop if he knew she was awake, not wanting him to quit. Her nipples grew hard as she lay there thinking of it, her hooded gaze keeping her secret as he could barely make out her luscious globes in the dim light from the lantern.
She heard his gasps, and a slight moan as he found release, all the while his eyes still looking at her. She heard him sigh as he drifted off to sleep, and she did the same.
As the morning came they set off for a hike, something on her list of things to do. They were dressed appropriately, and spent the better part of the day enjoying each other’s company. She went out of her way to let her breast touch him or to linger longer than usual, she knew she would have to make her move soon. She was tired of being a virgin, she wanted to have sex, and she wanted it with him.
As the night finally came she showered and settled in for the night, waiting for him to come inside the tent as well. She made small talk then shifted the conversation completely.
“Aaron what is it like to have sex, I mean the truth. My friends tell me one thing, but I don’t believe them.” She gave him an innocent look, as she watched his face pale.
“I don’t think I am the one to talk to about this Kate.” He fussed with his blanket and adjusted the lantern to keep himself occupied.
“Well I don’t have anyone else, please tell me. Does it hurt?” She heard him groan slightly.
“No… well yes and then no.” He gave her a strange look. “You haven’t had sex yet? Like at all?”
“Only with myself.” She said it hoping for a reaction and she got one, he seemed to be lost in a moment, but he recovered.
“It hurts and then it doesn’t. That’s it.” He said it as if he were explaining the way you ride a bike.
Hmm, she sighed letting it go, knowing he would be awake later, and she would make her move. She didn’t have to wait long; she woke to hearing the muffled sounds once more. She smiled knowingly as she gently stripped off her clothes, and slid the sleeping bag further down, until she was completely exposed to him. She heard a groan, and she turned to face him, spreading her legs a little wider as he continued to stroke himself. She was sure he thought she was just moving in her sleep, but he would know better soon enough.
She moved her hands down touching herself as he watched her and soon she felt his gaze change, and shift to focus on her more intently.
“Let me watch.” She managed to whisper to him, and despite everything telling him no, he froze.
She moved over towards him, doing her best to help him. She moved the sleeping bag out of the way, exposing the massive staff pointing upwards. She lay next to him, her full body spread out for him to see. She ran her hands down her chest, pinching her nipples and he moaned loudly, the member still bobbing freely. She moved her hand lower and lower until she spread wide for him, and she rubbed her tiny jewel of excitement.
She enjoyed the playing for a moment and stopped long enough to smack her womanhood with her hand causing a stinking sensation, that thrilled her. He moaned and she saw his hand once more stroking.
Moving to her knees she crawled over to him, her huge breasts swaying as she went. He was stroking madly as she fed him one of the globes, rubbing the fat nipple across his mouth gently.
“Kate, we shouldn’t.” He tried to say but before he finished his tongue flicked out and grazed the nipple she offered him. She felt the heat of it, and a thrill rushed through her. He looked up at her as he suckled at her breasts now, sucking harder and harder, flicking and biting the hard peak and then she switched to the other one, giving him more to take.
Smiling she moved closer to him, until she was close enough for him to touch her. She moved her hands to work her tiny nub of excitement, watching him slow his movements as she increased hers.
She looked at him. “Please help me.”
He moaned loudly moving so that he could cover the apex of her thighs with his mouth. The warm heat of him and his tongue wildly slashing out to her tender flesh. She felt both hot and cold at the same time, and the thrill of him tasting her, sucking her juices and lapping at her was almost too much. She felt him slow his movements, tasting her now and making his movements more precise that he had before.
His tongue worked her nub like an instrument, teasing and playing as he swiped it back and forth over her, finally making a swirling pattern on her. She felt the familiar climb happening, though the intensity was far stronger than it had ever been alone. She felt her hips move on their own, as they bucked wildly onto his face, grinding into him, feeling the pressure of his mouth. Finally, she saw stars as she exploded on his face, and he grabbed her ass, lapping up her juices.
He sat back staring at her, his body taunt with the need for release. He moved forward then, using a finger to test her, feeling the opening of her. Sitting back, he did his best to
simply stroke himself, finding release. She opened wider for him.
“Take me.” She managed to get the words out, and she heard him groan and stop his movements once more.
“Kate I can’t.” He grit the words out.
“Yes you can, come take me.” She used her hand to open up her womanhood to show him how wet she was and he moved forward, pressing the massive rod against her opening.
She felt him there, and the pressure of his hardness as he pushed into her slightly, with the help of all of her wetness, he managed to rock back and forth a few times to loosen her up. He pushed in a little further the next time, causing her to gasp and she looked up at him smiling.
“This is when it will hurt.” He managed to say, before he plunged into her in one even thrust.
She yelled at the impact of him inside her, the feel of him consuming her body as he stayed there for a long moment, before he pulled out and plunged into her once more. She shuddered at the feel of him, her body a mix of both pleasure and pain. Soon the pain was gone followed by a sweet aching feeling deep down. She felt the world swirling around her as she met him thrust for thrust, until he was soon moaning out her name, collapsing on top of her. She felt the heat of him as he found release inside her walls.
Neither of them knew what to say, though she knew she was far more content than he probably was. He sighed loudly, no doubt lost in thought over everything that had just happened. He turned finally to look down at her.
“Why Kate, why me? You should have saved yourself for someone else, someone better that you can be in a relationship with.” He paused. “It’s not your fault, its mine. I should have been stronger, should have known better. I’m sorry Kate, please forgive me.”
She was confused and angry at the same time. She grabbed her things standing up, giving him a hard look. “How can you say that?” With a huff she went outside, making her way towards the smoke where the fire had only recently been put out. She felt the tears fall, knowing it would be fruitless to stop them. She felt him behind her before he said a word.
“Kate… please I didn’t mean to upset you.” She could hear the pain in his voice.
She spun around to face him. “Why don’t you look at me like more than just a child then? Why would you say that I should have waited for someone I could have a relationship with?”
He touched her face gently with his hand. “I am so much older than you Kate, you are beautiful, and vibrant. You could have anyone you want.”
“What if what I want is you?” She felt the tension in the air, though neither of them knew what to say.
“I’m sorry Kate I’m no good for you.” He walked back to the tent, carefully settling in for the night, leaving her alone and upset
She waited an hour, knowing that inside that tent was a man she was falling in love with and her innocence. She knew going back in there she would have to face both of them head on. At the very least she could hope that he was asleep, leaving her to deal with her broken emotions alone. She made her way in, hearing his deep and even breathing. He was in fact what she wanted, though she hadn’t been 100% sure of that before, instead saying whatever she thought would hurt him later. But looking at him now, laying there she wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him, and feel his hands on her again.
There was no way he could have touched her, and taken her to places he had earlier, and not felt anything. She wanted to wake him, tell him the truth of all of it but she was afraid he would tell her no, denying what he felt once more. She settled into her sleeping bag, feeling a few tears still fall as she drifted off to sleep.
Morning wasn’t a welcome sight for her, she rose, knowing it was later than they had planned and glanced over at his sleeping bag only to see that is was gone, and rolled up in the corner of the tent. It was their last day and in three days she would be gone, for good.
She had to step outside, she knew she would have to face him, and face what had happened. He was missing from the camp, and hearing the splash she knew he was in the water. There was no better time than the present, to plead her case. She made her way down to the lake, seeing him naked from the waist up. She stood there, arms folded watching him. Finally, he noticed her on the bank.
“Kate.” He could only say her name, afraid to do or say anything else.
“I have questions.” She wanted the truth no matter how harsh.
“Ok, I am willing to answer them, you know that.” He made his way closer to her whiles still staying submerged in the water.
“You don’t want me, you made that clear but I want to understand why?” She cleared her throat.
“I told you why it won’t work Kate, I never told you I didn’t want you. You should know that after last night.” He sighed looking at the water.
“You are fine with fucking me, that was clear, but you don’t WANT me. That’s altogether something different Aaron.” She crossed her arms once more, staring down the hill at him. She felt tears threated to spill again, but she held them in check, and held her ground.
“It’s not like that Kate, I mean yes your sexy but I don’t think of you as an object.” He had the decency to look up at her and frown this time.
“Do you think I’m sexy, or just parts of me?” She was yelling now. “I saw you with her you know, the blond in the pool…I know I am not her, nothing like her.” She paused for effect.
“Oh my God Kate, you saw that?” He ran a hand over his hair, sighing in the process.
“She was beautiful, is she the reason why you don’t want me?”
“Her, hell no Kate, she is a friend. We get together from time to time that’s all.” He was visibly embarrassed.
“She was very different than me, I can tell you that’s one big thing isn’t it. Let’s just be honest about the whole thing. You don’t want me because I am inexperienced, and because I am fat.” With that she spun around and made her way back to the tent, cramming her things into her duffle bag as she went. It was too much, too overwhelming. She felt his hand on her arm and he spun her around to face him.
“Have you lost your mind Kate? Neither of those things are true and you damn well know it.”
“I don’t know it Aaron, but things are much clearer to me now.” She had barely gotten the words out when him mouth came down on hers in a searing kiss. She tried to breath, but he crushed her to him, him mouth and tongue exploring her mouth, bruising her tender lips as he went.
“Touch me Kate.” His vice was hoarse.
She did as he asked, his girth growing in her hand.
“How can you even think any of those things, look at what you to do me?”
“Then why, why don’t you want me, why don’t you think of me as more than a child?”
“Fine, you want me to treat you like a woman Kate?” He pulled her roughly with him into the back of the tent where her sleeping bag still lay on the floor. He pulled her clothes from her, and she helped him to remove his own. She wanted him, and hated him for making her feel small at the same time. Soon she was naked and he attacked her pale flesh with relish, his mouth on her everywhere at once. His body reacting to hers in a way she had never imagines. The roughness of his bearded face left scratches on her chest as he traveled down the length of her, kissing and nipping his way down.
From there he pulled and bit each nipple, branding her with his lips, teasing her and making her feel like she was losing all control. He moved his hands over her, cupping her full breasts as his mouth made its way down her body, kissing and loving every inch of her. She looked up at him his mouth finding her again and kissing her with a feverish eagerness, making sure she knew that he wanted her, and she had no doubt of it.
She let her hands wander as well, hearing his sharp intake of breath as she raked her nails lovingly down his chest, running over his nipples delicately. He gasped at her onslaught then grabbed her hands pinning them above her head as he pushed her down onto the sleeping bag.
Stuck she couldn’t move, her body a mind of its
own, moving on its own accord, reacting and giving him everything he wanted. She had no choices, she simple was there, for him to do as he saw fit. She felt his body press against hers and she gasped at the heat they created between them. She wanted and needed more. She felt his hands roam over her body, leaving nothing untouched. Soon his hands roughly made a path top her womanhood, slipping a hand between her thighs to find the softness there.
She reacted to him, her body opening up to him giving him access to her, all of her. He moaned her name into her mouth as he kissed her, wanting to be close to her as he moved his hands over her creating a reaction, making her want him. She reached her first climax as he moved his hands on her, she was panting with desire as he moved then, deftly slipping between her thighs, holding her up to meet his thrusts as he entered her. She felt like she was flying as he lifted her up higher, making sure each thrust was deep and true.
Soon they found a familiar rhythm, and she met him thrust for thrust until he stopped. Pulling himself from her.
“Get on your knees Kate.” He said it with such calm that it made Kate shudder as she did as he asked.
She felt the red flush creep into her cheeks as she stayed that way, in position for him, exposed in such a way she would have never imagined being comfortable with. She felt his hands gently graze her ass, tapping her gently. She was reminded of the woman in the pool, and how he had hit her, leaving a mark. She felt her body tremble in anticipation of what would come next.
He dropped soft kisses down her spine and she relished in those sweet moments. Soon he was behind her again, and she blushed once more which only made him chuckle. She felt him push at her opening from behind and as he found the entrance, using her own wetness as a guide, he plunged into her. She reeled from the feel of him, buried deep inside her. He was almost too big, filling her too much. She lay down flatter on the sleeping bag, hoping to accommodate him more and give him more access to her sleek sheath.
With one final thrust he was buried deep, and she felt him grow even more inside her as he pulled out, only to push back in once more until together they moved as one, both taking and giving to the other both seeking out that final release. His hand hit her bare ass, the curvy rounded orifice jiggled with the hit and the dark pink stain was likely very evident on her pale skin. She felt him deep as he found his climax, that matched her own.