Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each other after today, but were content in the moment that they had shared together. He promised he would write, as his finger was still drawing little circles around her nipples. She said that she would cherish each letter and keep them forever, as she played with his now limp penis. They explored each others bodies, as if to memorize them forever.
Dear Diary,
Here ends my story of Carla's first real experience into the sexual world. Who would have ever believed we were both lucky enough to share the same day to be introduced into the adult life. I will now get into what happened right after Carla and the boy headed back to the clearing.
Carla's father and I had observed it all from our hiding place above. Mike seemed almost in tears, and I asked him why he was so sad. He said that he had just lost his little girl, and was sad, yet was happy that she was now on her way to becoming a women, which also made him proud.
Mike told me that he was also glad that Carla had taken to heart all the things he had taught her and she was still pure, yet satisfied. He said that he knew the day would come when she would begin following the path to becoming an adult, and was glad that it had been with someone who was so tender and caring.
His greatest fear would have been that some male would have just used her and then thrown her away like a rag doll. Now she realizes that some men can be passionate and even hot blooded boys can know there are many ways of expressing love.
We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back toward the clearing where her father had left from. I noticed that Carla was no longer limping, yet she was still holding tight to Thomas. Mike looked at me and said, “Let's go for a walk, to give them time to cool down and get themselves organized.” He took my hand and we wandered down the trail, towards the clear blue lake.
Reaching the clear blue water, he sat on a nearby rock and indicated for me to sit down next to him. We just sat there for a few minutes and held hands. Neither of us said anything. I leaned more on Mike's shoulder and the comfort of his strength, that led me to know that he was more than just a friend. He was a teacher, a companion, and her my special friend.
I knew that even should we never touch each other again, that the time we had shared teaching me, and exploring each others most intimate fantasies, made life worth living. It was like someone who had only seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly reach out and touch one. The scent and texture of it overwhelming. The beauty that nature blessed them with was such a wonderful experience.
That person had never missed real flowers out of ignorance or censorship and would have been content with just gazing on the picture. Yet now that the chance had been given to explore the real item, it allowed that person to become special in their own way.
We held hands for what seemed like eternity before rising to go back towards the clearing Carla was.
Dear Diary,
I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with is as caring and gentle as Mike was in teaching me about sexuality.
We both know that we can never be more than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and woman. But we will always have these cherished moments when he took time out of his life to share his maturity and experiences with me. Now I may even be more prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age may try to get me in.
Mike and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Carla had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Carla was never more than a few feet behind him. Mike and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them.
They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.
Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.
The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Carla said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Carla told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Carla would do the same in return.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours.
We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house.
Pulling onto the street where Mike and Carla lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Mike tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.
My brother, Terry, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Mike said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Terry said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.
I noticed the way that Carla was now looking at Terry. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at.
Terry cuts a pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt.
If a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Terry's buns actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that Carla was looking at him, she definitely was not looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Terry's crotch.
I had never noticed that Terry actually had a decent size bulge in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had just never really thought about him as a male before.
Entering the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the bathroom. Mike claimed he should go first, because women take forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Carla said she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school functions. While we were chuckling at this, Carla had jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Dear Diary,
It is now 11:11 at night. I had better turn the lights down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to return exactly where I have left off.
Dear Diary,
I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get this finished before school starts today…
So here goes:
Mike went into his bedroom to gather some clothes together,
Terry and I sat and turned on the television. He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with names
