to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature enough to handle them.
Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Carla had awaken and would figured she would soon be over into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting forth through the material. As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again.
The taste of his semen was a special memory in my mouth, where I savored it and it caused small electrical pulses to course throughout my body again. Just them Carla came bouncing into the room.
She asked if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike today.
I asked her, “If your father or mother taking us?”
Carla said, “ Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at least two more days. Why?”
I casually replied, “I was just curious because your dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with.”
Carla said, “Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way, bring an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the woods and we might convince Dad if we can go swimming in it.”
We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck toward Potters Dam. It was a wonderful day out, with the sun shining ever so brightly. As we veered around a particularly sharp bend, I found myself leaning against Mike. Rather than draw away, I kept myself close to him. I glanced over at Carla and saw her looking away toward the mountains in the distance. I sneaked my hand over and gently squeezed Mikes crotch, while I kept my eyes trained on Carla to insure she wasn't looking.
When we arrived at the entrance to the parking area, we noticed other hikers were already there so we parked as far from them as possible. Grabbing our gear we headed off toward the blind mans bluff.
It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Mike managed to help us whenever we needed it and we soon were deep into the woods. We came up on a wide area overlooking the river that fed into the lake below. Hearing shouts and taunts, we went farther around the bend and could see the entire river basin from there.
Looking down, Carla and I were both surprised to see four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the river.
They were racing to the edge, jumping out and then diving back in. I could see their small claims to penis bouncing up and down as they ran to and fro. Carla just stared open mouthed.
I looked over at her and replied, “Hey you better close that mouth or one of them boys might find something to fill it with.”
Carla just continued to stare for a few moments, and than turned to me and was like: “It'd take all four of them to even satisfy me, let alone you!” It was then Carla remembered her father was standing behind them. She corrected herself and said, “I mean… like when I'm older.”
Mike just chuckled and went, “Ain't if wonderful to be young.
I'm going to go on a little farther, you two can catch up in a second.”
We continued to watch the boys splash around for a few minutes and joked at each other about which one of the boys would grow up and satisfy us the most. The boys must have been from a nearby town, as neither of us knew any of them, yet one boy stood out in the crowd. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, and had definitely reached puberty. His masculinity was obvious, even from the distance that we watched. After about five minutes of casual comments on the boys we then went on down the trail and caught up with Carla's father.
As we traversed farther into the woods, butterflies crossed our path and red wing blackbirds were flying around. A squirrel passed just in front of us and we continued over the trail toward the lake. Carla was looking up at the robins building a next up in a tree when she fell over a hidden root and twisted her ankle. Her sharp cry brought Mike back immediately. He picked her up and carried her toward a clearing at the edge of the lake. Gently he set her down and removed her tennis shoe and examined how bad her foot might be. He found no visible damage but told her to stay off it for a few minutes. He said we needed a break anyway. Carla made herself comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Carla said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if she rested there and read some of her book while she relaxed. Mike and I glanced at each other and we both said simultaneously, that we didn't mind.
Mike said he was going to take a quick walk along the edge of the lake, and I offered to go with him. As we went out of sight, Mike called back to Carla for her to just yell if she needed them, as he would be within shouting distance, and to not get on her foot until we came back and he checked it out.
Dear Diary,
Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back home, my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big brat. If only he would grow up. God, it seemed boys never matured! He just stormed into my room, without knocking or anything. At least I was able to put you away before he realized what I was writing.
I will try to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.
We had no longer gotten out of sight of Carla, when another clearing appeared. It was as if it had been made especially for us. Mike sat on the soft grass and leaned back against the tree that was shading them. I snuggled up against him and reached over to unbutton his shirt.
His chest was covered with hair and I ran my hands through them. He put his arm around my waist and like a boy in a drive-in theater, sneaked his hand against my small breasts. Mike said, “I want to be open with you, I don't want to ever hurt you, so if you ever feel uncomfortable, just say no and we'll stop.” These were the words that I so needed to hear. I knew that he would stop if we got too far. Slowly my hand trailed down his chest. Mike allowed me to do everything. I was in complete control. This way I also knew I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything that I did not want to. But, oh did my body want to. I could already feel the moisture building up deep between my thighs in anticipation of what might, no, would happen.
He watched me reach down and slowly untie the strings that held his pants up. I slipped my hands inside his pants and attempted to tug them down. Mike lifted up and allowed me to pull them down exposing his briefs. His cock was already straining to be free. Leaning over he pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Then he turned to me, and said, “Now it's my turn to please you.”
Dear Diary,
I had to take a break just now. Reflecting back on some of these memories has gotten me excited just thinking about the new and exciting pleasures my body and mind has been awakened to.
Thank goodness I am typing this, or my hands would show a definite shaking in the writing. I'm going to get a glass of diet coke and get right back to writing this while I still have it all fresh in my mind.
Mike gently lay me on my back, with it leaned against the tree he had been resting on, and lifted my tee-shirt over my head.
My tiny nipples stood out crying for attention. He obliged them, by leaning over and gently sucking the edges of my buds.
Buds!
My breasts were not yet fully developed, so he was able to place his whole mouth over them while he explored my nipples with his tongue.
Releasing the one breast caused me to feel a moment of disappointment, yet as he began kissing my other and cupping the first, I was soon quietly moaning. He then reached down to my pants and began unzipping them. Scared again, I placed my hand down to stop him. He immediately stopped. This gave me the confidence in knowing that I could stop him if I needed to.
I unzipped my pants myself and he helped me to remove them. My cotton white panties were already soaked and he could see the outline of my slit through the thin material. Mike slowly rolled my panties down, exposing my pre-pubescent privates to the forest that surrounded us and to the world.
My mound is just beginning to be covered in a dark fuzz that passed for pubic hair. The innocence of my delicate tuft showed him my inexperience in the ways of life. He gently and ever so delicately, tugged my panties down past my knees and lay them atop the pants thrown to the side.
