The roads I took turned from paved to gravel to dirt. The address I'd given Boon was on a country road outside of the city, a place where houses were few and far between. I wondered if Boon would have had any trouble on his bike on the roads. As the house that marked the spot drew near, my heart fluttered. I scanned the road for a glint of metal, a flash of light reflected off a blinker.
I didn't see anything on the side of the road, but as I pulled off onto a patch of flat grass I thought I could see something ahead of me. I got out and began walking around the house, towards what I thought I'd seen. My heart sang. It was a motorcycle, leaning on its sidestand. I couldn't tell if it was Boon's, but who else's could it be? I continued walking along the trail that led past the house and into the woods. The night was warm, muggy, full of the sounds of cicadas and owls. I wore a simple white dress.
The forest gave way to a small, sandy shore that gave way, in turn, to a large, clear lake. It wasn't a popular spot, someplace that the tourists and locals alike didn't really know about. That's what made it so perfect to me: you could come out on a clear night, watch the water move and the moon in the water, be alone, and think. As I came out onto the small beach, I saw a silhouette against the water. Boon was standing in a tight shirt and jeans, staring out onto the lake.
"You came," I said, softly but loud enough for him to hear. My heart jumped as he turned; I could see the slightest gleam of his teeth as he smiled.
"The one thing my old man taught me growing up is that if a pretty girl asks a favor, you do your best to make it happen," he said, his voice cool and solid. I moved towards him, feeling my skin prick against the warm air. I felt almost as though I were gliding across the sand.
"Thank you. You know, you probably look at my life, you see I have all these things, a home, a family, good grades, college … my life must look pretty easy to you. It is," I said, beginning the speech I'd been rehearsing since the night before. As I moved closer to him, I could see his eyes on me, feel my body responding. I felt like we were both the water, and we were moving towards each other, ready to meet in a rushing wave.
"I don't know what you're life has been like. I know it's been a lot … rougher. But, you know, there's something that's been missing from my perfect American girlhood," I said, finally within a foot of him. In the dim light reflected off the lake he only looked more handsome, more mysterious, more of a delicious puzzle that I could never solve – but which would also never bore me. My heart was racing. I wondered if he could hear it.
"I never went skinny-dipping," I said finally. I heard him chuckle, could just make out his face as his eyebrows rose.
"That … that's it? That's what's missing? Skinny-dipping? Oh, little sister … "
"No, please, don't do that. Don't patronize me," I said. I'd been ready for this reaction: I was ready for pretty much any reaction he could possibly have had. Outside of the four whole hours of sleep I'd gotten, I hadn't stopped thinking about this moment. I reached out and grabbed his hand, slipping his fingers between mine, relishing the feel of every callous and line on his palm against my soft, smooth skin.
"Just indulge me," I said in what I hoped was a husky whisper. Suddenly, his hand was on my face, cupping my chin, and he was pulling me towards him, and then our mouths met, wet and warm and oh-so-sexy. Our tongues fell together and apart, his teasing, mine demanding. As a newly-deflowered virgin, I didn't know what kind of lover I was, or what role I was supposed to be playing. All I knew was how my pussy tingled, how my nipples hardened, how my flesh stood up like needles, how much I wanted him.
Boon's hand left my face, his other hand pulled away from mine, and he tore at my dress, trying to rip it off but eventually just dragging it over my head. I held my arms up, willing. As soon as the dress hit the sand, my hands were at his belt, pulling and tugging until it gave way. He pulled his shirt up as I shimmied his pants to his ankles. On my way down, I couldn't help but notice how rock-hard he already was, his massive cock standing at attention before my face. I looked up at him. His hand fell to my hair, stroking it.
I leaned forward, licking the tip of his cock tentatively, tasting salty pre-cum on the tip. The taste was almost addictive. I wrapped my lips around the head, letting my tongue play over the soft flesh, exploring the texture, relishing the taste. He groaned, inspiring me further, and I put my hands on his thighs to brace myself.
Moving forward, I slipped another inch of his cock into my mouth, playing with the sides of the head with my tongue while sucking in. His grip on my head increased in pressure and I felt him pulling me forward, more of his cock slipping into my eager throat. I ran my tongue along the underside, still unsure of myself, still so new to sex and everything about it.
I looked up, hoping to see if I was doing it right. He had his head thrown back. Sensing my hesitation, he pulled my head even further, forcing more of himself into me. Almost too much. I gagged, spit flying from my mouth, and felt my teeth accidentally graze his flesh. I pulled back immediately.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I said in a rush.
"I don't fucking care," he growled, the rough words turning me on even more, and pushed on my head again. I took him quickly, making sure to keep my teeth between my lips as I slid my mouth up and down on his member. It was pulsing in my mouth, I could feel a vein running along the underside, stroked it with my tongue, felt his thighs quivering.
I moved further and further, pushed along by his powerful grip, until I had taken in all I could handle. I let go of one of his thighs and grabbed what was left of his cock, stroking it slightly as I let him fuck my mouth, his hips thrusting into my throat. I could barely breathe, was almost crying, but it was so damn sexy, my body was on fire with need as he held my head in place.
When he finally let go, I was almost propelled backwards onto the sand. He looked down on me, that devilish grin that had so charmed me on his face, and suddenly took off running to the water. I had to laugh at that: I laughed even more at the holler he let out as the cold water hit him.
"Fuck!"
I stood up, watching him wade into the water, wondering how cold it really was. He turned when the water was about halfway up to his chest, his eyes hovering over my perky breasts, alive with the tickling from the warm night's breeze.
I did my best to give him a saucy smile as I followed him into the water; it was cold, but not as cold as he'd made it seem. With each step, the water lapped at my taut flesh, igniting more arousal within me.
"Wait," Boon called out. I stopped, waited, wondering what he'd say.
"Pose for me," he said, speaking just loud enough for me to hear him, his voice low and demanding. I blushed in the moonlight, thankful that he couldn't see. Pose? I'm not a model … even through the darkness, though, I could feel his eyes moving hungrily over my young body. My B-cup breasts were jiggling as I steadied myself on the soft floor of the lake. I saw Boon's arm moving in the water, realized he was stroking himself under the water. The thought of parading myself for him as he watched suddenly seemed very, very appealing.
The water was right at my thighs, and I turned around, showing him my perky, cream-white ass, bending over slightly and pushing it out. I heard him groan in approval. Turning around, I cupped my breasts, arching my back, watching him watch me and loving it.
I began to move forward again, stopping every few steps to show off my body and pose like a model. Finally, the distance between us was no more than a foot. He reached out, grabbing me and pulling me to him, the water between us offering the slightest resistance.
I was used to the temperature now, found it comforting, like a warm bath, and could even feel the heat baking off Boon's body as he brought me in, kissing me softly on the lips, light as could be. He leaned down, kissing along my jaw line, nibbling lightly at my earlobe, my neck. My breasts pressed against his chest, my nipples hard and excited, tingles of pleasure racing through me.
"I want to feel you inside me," I whispered, trying to act confident. It was true, but saying the words felt so wrong, so dirty, that it made me shiver. My mouth found his flesh, my lips hungry, my tongue tracing the tattoos on his chest and shoulders. I nibbled slightly, savoring the masculine taste of him as I ran my hands down his muscled arms.
Boon's arm brushed against my erect nipple as he ran his hand across my shoulder and down my arm, down to my belly, his eyes following the trail of his hand as though his touch was lighting my body up in the darkness. Every sense in my skin heightened, sparking under his fingertips; he was an artist with his touch and I realized I'd always surrender to it, every time.