nice.'
'I thought maybe we could go back to my room. It's air-conditioned.'
'You know that girls aren't allowed in boys' rooms, Peter. Besides, we can talk in the woods, don't you think? I know some nice, private trails in here.'
'That sounds great, Valerie,' he agreed eagerly. She took his hand and led him down to the opening of the path into the woods. Wow! She thought, this boy is as hot as a firecracker! His hand was drenched in sweat and feverish to her touch. And he was trembling like a leaf! She smiled at him and watched him swallow hard and smile back at her. He was so cute, and so innocent! Well, Peter, you can kiss your innocence good-bye, she thought. You won't have it to drag around with you when we come back out of the woods!
She led him into the cool shade along the path. 'What did you want to talk about, Peter?' she teased.
'Well, you know. I've been feeling kind of lonely, too, here, and I sure liked talking to you in my room the other night, and I thought maybe you liked talking with me.'
'Do you have a girl friend back home, Peter?' she interrupted.
'No, I, uh, never had a real girl friend, before, I uh, mean, not like…'
'I'm surprised! You like girls, don't you?'
'Oh, yeah! I think about, uh…' he stopped in massive confusion and embarrassment as he remembered that she had seen him thinking about girls that day in French class!
'Would you like to have a girl friend here at school? Peter?' she said, and let a little blush creep up her throat.
'Would you be my girl friend, Valerie?' he blurted out.
'Ooo, I was hoping you would say that. I'd love to be your girl friend, Peter. All the girls will be so jealous when I tell them that you're all mine. How about giving me a kiss, boy friend?'
Before he could say a word, she jumped at him. She plastered her young body up against his and kissed him passionately on his lips. He was taken by surprise, but quickly rallied. He wound his arms around her and kissed her right back, but with his mouth shut. He didn't know any better.
She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue between his lips. He acted surprised as she devoured his lips and nibbled at them with her teeth. He opened his mouth, probably to say something, and she darted her tongue inside. He shuddered and swayed as they stood embracing on the path. She tasted the clean, fresh taste of his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
While he was getting his first lessons in French kissing, she humped her pussy against his crotch. She had to stand on her toes to reach him. His cock was hard and swollen, but she couldn't feel the shaft of his prong. He must have it caught down in his jockstrap, she thought. She was hot and horny and a little pissed off that she couldn't get his spoke up to rub her clit on through their clothes.
'God, Valerie! What a kiss! I've never done anything like that before!'
'That's a French kiss, silly. That's what you get when you have a steady girl friend.'
'That's so sexy!'
'That's just starters!' She stood back a step from him. 'Let's walk on a little deeper into the woods where we can have some more privacy. I know where there's a creek back in here. It's always cool and quiet on the side of the creek. Want me to show you?'
When they got to the creek, he looked around. It was a beautiful place. The creek was only about six feet across and a foot deep but clean and clear and bubbling among the rocks. The trees shaded it, and there was a smooth mossy bank in the shade. She stretched out on the moss with her head propped against a tree trunk and opened her anus for him to join her. He wasted no time.
As they kissed and hugged some more, his balls began to hurt something fierce. His cock was still hard and there just wasn't any room left for his nuts in the basket of his jockstrap. He spread his legs to give himself a little relief, but Valerie just moved her leg right in and increased the pressure. He was so hot that he could hardly breathe, and she was getting him hotter by the second. She pushed him onto his back while still frenching the hell out of his mouth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and her leg was snug up into his crotch, rubbing the hard-on trapped in there.
She pulled away from him and looked down into his eyes, running her hand over his T-shirt and smiling. 'You're so hot, Peter, your shirt's just soaked with sweat. Let me take it off for you.' She tugged at him, and he sat up and raised his hands above his head. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, then stuck her tongue out and licked at his nipples, flat and dark as little pennies on his young, broad chest. He shivered violently and gave a muffled yell inside his sticky T-shirt. He had goose bumps all over him.
She giggled. 'I thought that would cool you off!' Then she pulled his shirt off over his head.
He grabbed her in his arms and locked them around her. 'Now it's my turn,' he said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he didn't look so innocent then. Once the old drama had started, he was taking his cues right on the mark. He held her arms down and looked at her tits. She was hot and sweaty, too, and the material was now almost as transparent as the nightie she had worn the night that she came into his room. He could see her dark nipples through the cloth. They were bigger than silver dollars and very pointed. He lowered his head and licked at one and then the other. She squirmed in his grasp but didn't try to get away from him. She was only squirming because he was exciting her so much.
He released her hands so that he could slip his own fingers up under her blouse and cup her taunt titties in his big palms. As soon as he touched the warm flesh of her breasts for the first time, he knew that he was just beginning. He was going to have to go all the way. He knew she was going to let him, and his brain was melting at the thought. Her boobs were so soft to the touch, but firm and fresh and young, not floppy or loose as he had expected from the way that they jiggled under her blouse. He flipped her blouse up to her armpits and exposed the twin beauties to his gaze.
What marvelous things a young girl's tits are! he thought. They are still so tight in their young, healthy skin, so smooth and unwrinkled, unstretched, like the softest cream packed into tight globes waiting for a boy to suck on them and rest his cheek in the valley between.
She lay back passively and let him have his way with her. She had been fucked by many boys and men, but she had never been so excited as now, when this boy was getting his for the first time. She seemed to share in his innocence and excitement of discovery. She was tired of teasing. She was his, not playing any games. It didn't matter if she had a hundred more boys in a week. She felt something so special as his hands caressed her throbbing nipples that she knew that he was going to be the one.
She took his face in her hands and held it to her lips.
'I love you, Peter. I love you!'
His mind was spinning. He was too mixed up to know what he thought. He didn't know what love was; he was too sexed up to see straight; he felt a tenderness in his heart for her; his balls hurt! Right then, he wanted to fuck her so bad he thought he was going to burst into tears!
Fortunately, she wanted the same thing. She slipped her hand down to the front of his pants and felt his cock throbbing and jerking inside his jock. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She pushed his fingers into the elastic band of his gym shorts and under the top of his jock. She could just reach in far enough to feel the sweat-soaked curls of his cock hair and the base of his prick. She pulled her hand back out and took the top of his gym shorts in both hands and tried to pull them off him.
He raised up from her and pulled his shorts and jock down at the same time. He was so hard that he could barely manage to get his pants over the bulge of his cock. When he finally stretched the elastic over the knob of his cock, it snapped up against his belly with a loud smack and bounced out in the open, jutting up from his crotch.
He was proud of himself. He had a fine hunk of meat for any man to be proud of, much less a boy his age. He slipped the shorts down his lean legs and stepped out of them. His balls swung from the base of his hard prong, loose, fat, and potent, full of many loads of jism for Valerie's cunt!
He strutted his stuff in front of her a bit and then knelt down on the moss. He reached out and pulled her blouse off over her raven dark hair, tousling it, and making her look wilder and more abandoned to lust. Then he unhooked her skirt and slid the zipper down, no longer fumbling, but sure, deft and certain of his conquest. His pecker jumped and pulsed and dripped a string of lubricating juice from his cock as he pulled her skirt over her hips.
She stared deeply into his eyes, feeling completely mastered by him for the first time. She had teased and
