"There's a swimming hole down here." The next morning, I pull her by the hand down a mostly-overgrown trail that winds down the side of the hill.

"Is this your thing?" she asks, her voice light. "You bring girls up here — 'Ooh, look at the lights over the city. Oh, hey, there's a swimming hole down here'?"

"I haven't brought anyone up here," I say, smacking her on the ass. "This place is all mine. Just like your ass."

"Are we going to get eaten by bears?"

"Aw, that's an adorable question."

"Snakes, then?" she asks. "I really don't like snakes."

"You picked the wrong state to go to school in if you don't like snakes," I say.

Cassie clutches at my arm. "Seriously. Are there snakes in the water?"

"Maybe."

She slaps me hard. "That's not funny."

"I'll protect you, little lady," I drawl in my best imitation of a cowboy in an old western. I pull her into me and place her hand against my cock. "That's the only one you have to worry about."

"Oh, so just a little garden snake, then."

"That's not what you called it last night."

She pulls away laughing, and I chase her down the trail until we reach the swimming hole, complete with an overhanging tree branch and a rope dangling from it that looks like it hasn't been used in years.

"Cool," she says, lifting up her t-shirt and tossing it on the ground without a second's hesitation. "No one knows about this place?"

Her panties drop to the ground and she steps out of them, turning around to look at me, grinning broadly with her hands on her hips. She turns her face up to the sky, the early morning sunlight bathing her in a warm glow, and closes her eyes.

And I just stand there watching her, not getting undressed, because I can't stop looking at her.

She opens her eyes. "Why do you still have clothes on?"

I shrug. "Just enjoying the view."

She doesn't even blush. She grins. "Have you gone swimming in here?"

"Yep. It's deep."

She peers into the water and then steps back, running and jumping in before I even have my shorts off. When she comes up, she shrieks loudly. "Fuck, it's colder than I thought it would be."

I cannonball into the water, deluging her, and she tries to splash me for soaking her, but I grab her and pull her against me before she can do it anymore. She's laughing. This is about as far from the uptight Cassie who walked into that first tutoring session with me as it can get.

She floats on her back in the water, her toes sticking up just barely. "This is like your own little private piece of paradise."

I look at her, her hair splayed out in the water. Hell, I'm starting to think it is.

"This water is fucking freezing," she says. "Want to warm me up?"

We make it to the top of the trail, still dripping wet from the water. Cassie wears a bra and sandals and has a towel wrapped around her waist, but not out of a sense of modesty, she clarifies for me. "It's self-protective. If we see a bear, you'll be stuck running naked through the woods with your junk hanging out. I'll at least have this towel."

"It's a good thing you're hot," I say.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, city-slicker."

"I can't believe you walked back through the woods naked," she says, turning toward me when we reach the top of the hill. She looks down. "With a boner."

"I just got the boner now," I say, reaching for her towel. It falls to the ground. I pull her against my hardness, sliding her bra off before she can react.

"I'm surprised it took you so long," she says. "Considering we've been awake for at least thirty minutes."

"I'm surprised I was able to hold off this long," I tell her. "I was trying to be considerate."

"Because you deflowered me?" she asks, her hand moving straight to my cock.

"Look at me, trying to be a gentleman."

"I'd rather you not," she says, guiding the tip of my cock between her legs and touching it to her entrance.

"Cassie," I growl. She's wet, and it's not from the water. She's slick and warm, already eager for me. She arches her back against the side of the truck, slides her hands around my neck. "I'm trying to go easy on you."

"And I'm telling you not to." She puts her lips on mine, her teeth pinching my lower lip between them.

"Hell, Cassie," I say, my voice low in my throat. I yank her wet hair back, pulling her face up to mine and covering her mouth. I don't want to kiss this girl. I want to fucking devour her.

I slide my hand underneath her thigh, pulling one leg up around my waist and pushing her back roughly against the side of the truck. "Is this what you want?" I ask in a hush. I'm holding back, still afraid I'm going to hurt her, still afraid she's tender and tight and that she can't handle me.

"Yes," she pleads, the agony of her lust more than evident in her tone as she grips me, pulling me toward her.

That's all I need to hear. I enter her, slowly at first because no matter how not easy she tells me to go, she's still so fucking tight. Her warm wet pussy squeezes my cock like a vise, pulling me deeper and deeper into her until I'm all the way inside her, filling her up to the hilt with my cock.

I fuck her like that, one hand behind her knee, and the other gripping her hair so that her head is tilted back and she looks into my eyes. Her lips part, forming my name as she pants it softly.

"This is what you want, Cassie?" I ask her, punctuating my question with short thrusts deep inside her. She's so slick now, so wet, that I don't worry about hurting her anymore. I fuck her harder with each thrust.

"Yes, yes," she moans. She meets every thrust with her hips, her hands gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me against her like she can't get enough. "More."

She says it again and again, more, more, more, this barely coherent chant as she begs me to fuck her harder and harder until I'm balls deep in her.

"Tell me how much you like my cock in your tight little pussy," I say, my voice strained. She's so warm, so tight, so wet that she feels like heaven.

"Oh my God," she moans. "You feel so good."

"Say it, Cassie," I demand, yanking her hair harder.

"I love your hard cock." Her eyelids are heavy as she looks up at me, her words punctuated with little whimpers. "Fucking my tight –"

I thrust inside her again.

"Say it."

I thrust again, my cock so hard that it feels like it's going to burst. She's swollen around me, her muscles already squeezing me as she gets closer to orgasm. Her hands drag along my back, her fingernails digging into my skin.

"Say it," I groan. "I'm going to fill this tight little pussy full of cum. That's what you want, isn't it? To feel my cum dripping down your thighs?"

"Yes," she moans. "Yes."

"Say it."

"Fuck my tight –"

I thrust inside her. My balls clench, barely able to contain it.

"Virgin."

I thrust again, and her muscles clamp down on me hard before she even screams her orgasm.

"Pussy," she cries out, followed by a feral moan in my ear as she comes. Her muscles tense around me as I thrust deeply inside her once, twice, a third time as I fill her up.

My heart thumps loudly in my chest, and she looks at me, her hair sweaty from exertion, her cheeks flushed red, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Fuck me, if I ever get tired of seeing that expression on her face.

"You're dripping out of me," she whispers.

"Are you trying to get fucked again, saying stuff like that?" I ask. "Tell me you like it."

She moans. "I like it," she says. "And yeah, I'm trying to get fucked again."