I whispered for him to slide himself between my legs as the Boyscout had done to Carla earlier. He told me to roll away from him and place my back against his chest. I could feel his hardening cock burrowing its way between the cheeks of my buttocks.
He reached down and pulled the elastic holding the thin material over my crotch to one side. He reached around me and cupped my breasts in his hand. Gently pinching my nipples and bringing them to their excited state, I felt his penis sliding up toward my tiny vagina.
I was so wet and lubricated that he could have easily slipped himself inside of me, but out of respect and caring, he told me to guide his penis with my hand.
I reached down and placed pressure on him as he plunged his penis through my vaginal lips.
The tender explosions I felt, caused me to give a small moan.
I held his penis tightly against my virgin tunnel.
Guiding it over to strike against my clitoris on the far side.
Another tremor was felt deep inside me. I felt like every emotion in my body was fighting to win. I was crying and laughing all simultaneously.
I realized that people could have sex, or they could make love, or they could share this type of moment when they were just two people who cared so much for each other that they would do almost anything to please the other. I wondered how many women
His thrusting action was increasing and I felt my second wave of orgasm screaming for release. His cock was now pumping faster and faster. My vagina cried for the feeling of his cock to stretch their inner walls, As his pubic hairs ticked my behind and the tip of his cock plowed its way through my pussy lips, it slammed into my clitoris and I jerked again and again in the most intense orgasm. He spurted forth his hot semen.
It dribbled over my love mound and added to the lubrication my own body had given. I moaned louder as the cum hit my clitoris and every drop made me spasm in pure blissfulness.
We lay there throughout the rest of the night. His penis trapped between my legs. I knew now that sex is not sexuality or two bodies just banging away in the night. That I remained pure and intact, yet had grown into the ways of giving the ultimate pleasure to someone else. My knowledge that life at this point in my life was complete made me content with life itself. I knew that should life ever throw me a rough time, I could escape into the safety of memories of this ending day of summer.
Dear Diary,
So…
The next day I arose and left with my brother for our house.
Looking back, I waved good-bye to Mike and Carla. I said, “Thank You!” to which Carla relied, “You're welcome.” But Mike knew who I was really thanking and with the smile on his face and the glint in his eye, I realized he knew as well that I was really directing my thanks to him…
I wondered what I would really write in my essay on how summer vacation had been.
