Chapter Four

After that, Kris and Dave’s dates went a lot more normally. She quit carrying a big purse and it seemed they spent more time riding his motorcycle to quiet spots for a relaxing day instead of hanging out in public places. They were really connecting, except in the sex department.

Kris didn’t know if she was doing something wrong or he didn’t like her that way. He had groped her breasts a few times, but hadn’t gone for the muff dive yet. Maybe it would happen soon. She hoped it would because she could only take so many cold showers and masturbating with a carrot just didn’t do it for her anymore.

On one beautiful spring day, they headed out of town to find the lake perfectly still and a light breeze filling the air with the scent of wildflowers. It was the right place, and definitely the right time to lose that darned virginity.

“I can’t eat another bite Kris. Four turkey sandwiches are my limit.” Dave wiped mayonnaise off the corner of his mouth. “Boy, I’m full. Eating like that makes me tired.” He yawned and stretched, slipping his arm around her at the same moment.

Kris recognized the move for what it was. The girls all knew about the guys and their signals. With the smoothness of butter, Dave was about to make his version of the infamous stretch, yawn, grab maneuver.

As he swung his arm back, he hit her square in the nose.

“Ouch, dabbit Dave, byyy doose!” She fell back as her eyes began to water.

“I’m—oh shit, I’m sorry Kris. I didn’t mean it.” For a man so allegedly adept at dating, Dave was acting like a fucking moron. “What can do to help make it better?”

Kris’s mind raced as her eyes dried and the pain faded. She had a few ideas about some things he could do to make her forget the little incident. So she lay thinking quietly, with a smile beginning to spread over her face.

Maybe it was telepathy. Maybe the planets suddenly aligned, but whatever it was, the two of them had the same thought. It was probably hormones.

Dave looked down at Kris on the blanket. The grass and wildflowers scented the soft breeze. The fragrance of spring filled the air. It was mating season. For them at least.

“Dave,” she whispered. “I’ve never done it before.”

“Done what?”

“You know. It.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a virgin.” She covered her face and heard him snicker. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. I just think it’s something you don’t have to worry about. Nobody says we have to do it…”

For a moment there was silence.

“Okay, I lied. I want to do it. I really want to do it. With you.” Dave looked into Kris’ eyes. “Would you mind if I did something that might help you relax a bit?”

Kris wondered what he was thinking. She watched him lick his lips and reach to the hem of her skirt. He lifted it high up her legs to above her thighs.

“White underwear huh? Must be pure. I bet it tastes like sugar.”

Kris knew one thing. It was now sugar water. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this, Dave.”

“Well I am. I’m about to burst.”

“Hmm.” She tilted her head to the side. “Maybe there’s something I can do to help with that. Something I saw a friend do for her boyfriend.” Knowing she was blushing, Kris pushed Dave to his feet and kneeled in front of him.

She hoped her eyes said everything as she looked at Dave, since her throat had dried up as she unfastened his jeans. They tumbled down his legs to his knees and his cock strained within his tightie-whitey underwear.

She hesitated, wondering if Dave was like Nick. As she peeled away his briefs she saw the answer to her question. He wasn’t as big—but damn, he wasn’t small by anyone’s measure.

“I’m new at this, so bear with me.” She swallowed and cradled him.

As she parted her lips, Dave closed his eyes as she slipped him into her warmth. He quickly jerked back and winced with a muttered exclamation. “Watch the teeth—”.

Kris licked her lips. “Sorry, it won’t happen again.”

And she quickly gobbled up his thick cock into her mouth. Something about this turned her on, and she remembered feeling the same way when she’d watched Lucy do it to Nick.

Dave swelled in between her lips as she sucked on him. Her fears of not knowing what to do were gone and she followed her heart. Actually she followed her hormones, which raged like an inferno of want. She let the head of his cock pop free from her mouth, loving how it sprang up glistening with her saliva.

Kris was torn. She wanted to give Dave this pleasure and help him let go, but was still a bit scared. She could tell by Dave’s moaning that she was doing it right, but didn’t know for sure what would happen when he came.

Would a quart come out? Did it taste like cod liver oil? She figured she’d wait until right before he came, then pull it out of her mouth and jerk him off.

Dave wobbled forward as she grabbed his tight muscular ass. Again she slid him between her red lips and drew every inch in as deep as she could without gagging. She listened to Dave’s deep moans and could feel his heartbeat quickening as she sucked him in and out faster.

“Oh God I’m going to come, I’m gonna, I’m…” Dave arched forward trying to sink fully into Kris’ mouth.

Quickly Kris backed off and as soon as she pulled him from between her lips his cock bobbed up and hit her sore nose.

Dave came, his seed shooting up her right nostril.

With a scream she jerked back and he spewed into her eye.

There she was with his cock in her hand, half blind, scarcely able to breathe, and yet he kept coming like a fire hose. Her hair got it, her bra and anything else in shooting distance.

While Dave tried to adjust his pants and regain his balance, Kris squinted and did her best to clear her nose. She grimaced as her nose ran like she had a cold—but it wasn’t mucus coming out of it. She felt like a woman in a circus sideshow with her eye stuck shut, making a strange honking sound and gobs of hair sticking out around her face, like a clown.

Finally she touched a tissue in her purse, pulled it out and tried to wipe away the residue, curing her temporary, sex-related blindness. Was this what they meant about going blind? She crumpled the sticky tissue and started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Dave asked.

“Oh nothing. I’m just laughing at my luck. My friend didn’t have such a mess when she did it to her boyfriend.” She scrunched up her nose and honked again, trying to clear her sinuses. “I guess that’s the difference between knowing when to spit or swallow.”

* * *

In spite of all the chaos, Dave still believed they’d chosen the perfect day to go for a long motorcycle ride and have a picnic. Lying on the blanket and watching the trees sway with the afternoon breeze, Kris seemed truly at peace.

“You know, there is something I want you to do.”

“Another blowjob?” She turned her head toward him.

Pausing for a moment Dave was torn. There ain’t anything like a good blowjob. Except maybe some anal sex... “Maybe later. Right now, I want you to lie back and relax.”

Kris obeyed and watched his hands as he slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse. He stroked the back of his hand over her fair skin, loving how her nipples quickly became aroused and erect. Dave tugged gently on the fastener on the front of her bra.

“Mmm.” He lowered his face to her firm breasts and rubbed his lips along her flesh.

His tongue peeked out enough to wet her tight nipples. As he paused to suckle them Kris closed her eyes and exhaled and he hoped she was floating in a blissful state of pleasure.

With his lips and tongue playing with her breasts, his hand found its way between her legs. Kris’s moans guided him as he let his fingers toy with the wet lips of her pussy. Over and over he stroked at her opening through the fabric of her underwear.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we met.” Dave climbed on top of Kris and slowly kissed his way down the skin he’d revealed.

For her part, she groaned with pleasure. She was finally going to feel what it was like to have a man fulfill one of her secret desires.

Dave was going to eat her pussy.

In her mind she knew that the next step would be having him put his long thick cock between her thighs and ravaging her. The lust alone set her on fire. Her hips lifted up from the blanket, begging him to continue.

His mouth sucked her through the cotton underwear, teasing her to the point of torture.

“Yes, yes, yes—” she mumbled as he hummed between her pale thighs.

Dave lifted his head up and pulled the front of her underwear down revealing the glistening hair on her pubis. “Mmm, I want to breathe in your passion before tasting the sweet nectar of your sex.” And he took a long, deep breath in just above her wet, wanton pussy.

His choice of the word nectar was, however, a bit ironic.

A bee happened to be buzzing by just as he breathed in and it flew up his nose.

“Holy fucking, shit eating, motherfucker, piss stained bastard, cock-sucking…” He shot up, dancing around like a wet raccoon on an electrified grill, and frantically brushing at his face.

He finally reached up, plugged one nostril and blew a snot-coated bee out of the other.

“Holy shit—a bee flew up my nose.” He gasped and rubbed his nose—then screamed. An entire swarm of the maltreated insect’s friends buzzed around Dave as he ran toward the lake. With a yell and a loud splash, he jumped in, and submerged himself to avoid the buzzing cloud.

Meanwhile Kris lay motionless on the ground. Her breasts were uncovered, her skirt pulled way up, her pussy wet and ready—and she knew there had to be a look of total disbelief on her face.

“Why me?”

* * *

After a few days, Dave’s swollen nose went back to normal as did the other bee stings and he no longer resembled the Elephant Man. So they went on another picnic at a different lake. Kris prayed it was a bee-free one.

They spent the afternoon swimming and playing in the water. It was humid, the air was heavy, and all the laughing and touching they did made the sexual tension between them grow.

It was romantic, and Dave always smiled a certain way when he looked at Kris. She felt the attraction down to her bones and wanted to let him know she felt the same way. So late in the afternoon, she quietly undid her bikini top and tossed it to the shore. She was bare and knew what she wanted, telling Dave silently as her gaze fixed on her desire.

Dave swam over and grabbed her tightly, kissing her without hesitation. Their eyes closed and their bare wet flesh melted together. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her body react to him. Her legs wrapped around his hips and what started as a simple kiss ended up a full on make-out session in the lake.

She felt his cock harden against her and they were just two layers of fabric away from fucking...she was really turned on.

A loud rumble shook them from their sexual water fantasy. The afternoon had turned dark as a storm hovered on the horizon.

“Oh crap, it looks like it’s going to rain.” Dave scrambled to find his clothes. He took off his swim-trunks but couldn’t find his underwear. So he slid his jeans on and quickly zipped them up. Bad idea. He whimpered and caught his breath.

Kris threw on her sweater and grabbed all the picnic stuff they had scattered on the bank of the lake. While she tried to protect their stuff, the light sprinkle turned into a heavy downpour.

“Oh shit.” Dave looked around for cover. “Let’s go to that little shack over there. We can’t ride the bike in this rain and I think I can get it inside.”

After they closed the wooden door to the shack, Dave hit the kickstand and parked his motorcycle along one wall. They were both drenched, and the rain sounded like it was getting worse as it hit the tin roof of the shack. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to leak.

“We may be here for a bit.” Dave said as he shook himself like a wet dog, letting the water fly off.

Digging through the small bag on the side of his motorcycle, he pulled out a blanket and opened it up on the ground. The dust scattered causing him to sneeze. “Sorry. Allergies suck.” Plopping onto the blanket he rolled onto his side and let out a breath of relief.

“We can relax a bit and wait. You still have a little food left so we’ll have our picnic indoors.” He smiled and looked at Kris.

The mood was set. The tapping of rain on the roof was the only noise. This was it.

Kris dropped the dress she’d grabbed to cover her nearly naked body and stared at Dave. She felt heat between her legs and her heart pounded nervously in her body. All the teasing, all the excuses to not do this vanished. The time was now. Everything was perfect. She stripped off the rest of her clothes, then kneeled on the blanket and crawled over to lie beside Dave.

It took six seconds for Dave to get all his clothes off. With hungry eyes he stared at Kris’ naked body. He gazed at the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts and the sweet smile on her face.

“You are so beautiful.” He lay on his side and she figured that was because it was the only way he could manage the kickstand his hard cock had produced.

He began to gently caress her and she shivered as the roughness of his fingers touched the silky smooth softness of her flesh. She noticed a smile crossing his lips as he saw the little goose bumps popping up in the wake of his explorations.

“Dave, make love to me. I want to feel what it’s like to have a man inside me.” Kris ached for him.

Anticipation made her wet between her legs. Her gaze never left Dave as he slipped a condom over the swollen head and thick shaft of his aroused cock. With a swallow she tried to relax and not be too anxious.

“I don’t know what to do. I’m a little scared it will hurt.” Kris spoke softly.

“I’ll be gentle. I haven’t done this too much myself, to be honest.” Dave moved above her, resting his cock against her pubis but holding the weight of his large torso on his arms.

Kris put her hands on Dave’s lower back and smiled up at him. She felt him swivel his hips, setting his aroused cock at the opening of her pussy. His knees pushed her legs further apart and she wrapped them around his hips, awaiting her first lover.

Dave was gentle and slowly moved his cock side to side, just piercing the entrance to her sex. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

Kris was getting wetter by the second. Their naked flesh brushed against each other.

“God, you are so beautiful.” With a grunt Dave sunk his cock deep into Kris.

With a shriek Kris reached up with a closed fist and caught Dave’s chin with a right hook. “Owww. That fucking hurts. Jesus Christ, I said go easy!”

Dave’s eyes finally stopped wiggling in his skull and he wavered above Kris.

“I’m sorry. It just felt so good and tight that I couldn’t think. I just needed to be buried inside you. You are so beautiful.”

The brownie points were made and as they began the slow exploration of each other their sex became easier and smoother. Dave kept his weight from crushing Kris as he saw her face bloom with emotions. He touched her chin with his thumb and lifted her head. Kissing her, the warmth between them grew as did the passion. Her body softened, opened, and welcomed him inside.

Dave took in a deep breath and quickened his pace, finding himself grinding his pelvis against her as he thrust. He felt her heart pounding in her chest and he began to move even faster, plunging over and over into her heat. He stared at her face as she closed her eyes. A tear trickled down her cheek from the corner of her eye and she gasped.

“Oh God I am about to bust. I can’t hold it…”

Kris pulled on his lower back, her nails digging into his flesh, arching herself up to meet him. “It’s okay, I want to feel you come.”

Dave groaned and erupted within Kris. The muscles of her pussy flexed as she began to shudder and moan. Falling into her, Dave rested his hot skin on hers and they melted together.

“Dave?”

“Yes?” he answered, feeling spent and relaxed.

“Um, I didn’t come yet. Can we do it again?” Her voice was weak from Dave’s weight resting on her.

“Let me think…okay.” He chuckled.

In the short time they spent in the small shelter, they tried missionary, her on top—the magic position for Kris—doggy style and a few positions Dave had read about in the Kama Sutra book his friend had loaned him. The praying mantis position gave him a leg cramp and Kris twisted her back. Their orgasms came and went, mainly for Dave.

Thank goodness he had a six-pack of condoms.

After the storm cleared they quietly dressed, dealing with the aftermath of their own personal storms.

The motorcycle ride seemed like it passed in slow motion for Kris. She was full of mixed emotions. The man of her dreams was with her and she held as tight as possible to him as the cool wind swept by them. Kris wanted to hold on to this feeling inside her for as long as possible, to capture it and hold it close forever.

She also was going to have to figure out a way to explain to her mother why she was walking like John Wayne after a hard month riding herd down the trail to Dodge City.

At last the ride was over and Dave dropped her off at her house. He gave her a big kiss and hugged her like it was their last day together even though it wasn’t. But they both knew things would be changing soon.

Dave was going into the service and nothing would change that. This couldn’t be the standard fairy tale with a movie happily-ever-after ending. In time they might be together, when he came home, but for now they only had a short time to live their romance to the fullest.

It was all about fuck now, worry later. Or in Dave’s case, fuck now because you don’t know when you’ll get it later.