I’d been giving Stacy a ride to and from school all year long, since I’d gotten my license first and had bought an old pickup. Both of us lived on adjacent farms in Central California where our parents grew those lucious Thompson seedless table grapes. We’d known each other since we were babies, as our birthdays are days apart.
Anyway, we were on our way home together one evening after practice, as we both played on our school’s basketball squads. Somehow the topic of our conversation rolled around to sex, and she commented on how there is a certain sexiness to the sight and scent of sweat on somebody after a great workout. I told her I didn’t think the smell of sweaty socks was very sexy, and she laughed. “I’ll tell you what I mean in just a minute,” she teased, as we reached the back access road to our properties.
Most of the time, we always used the main road, but we also had this back road onto the farms, which was little used by anyone except during harvest season. But it was shorter than driving all the way around, so Stacy and I frequently came in this way after school.
As I turned off the main highway onto the dirt road in my old pickup, Stacy said, “turn off the headlights, and drive slowly so we don’t kick up any dust.” I didn’t have any trouble seeing where I was going, as it was a full moon out that night, so I did as Stacy asked.
“Stop here,” she said, as we approached the half-way point between the main highway and our houses. “Come on, get out of the truck, but be quiet,” she whispered. “Don’t slam the door shut, and follow me.”
I followed her around to the back of the truck, where she promptly opened the tailgate and raised the hatch on the shell. “Climb in,” she commanded as she bounded inside.
Before I knew it, she’d rolled out a mat and two sleeping bags, which she quickly zipped together to make one.
“How did these get in here?” I asked.
“I never took them out after our families’s camping trip two weeks ago to the lake, remember?” she said.
“Uh, yeah, I think so,” I muttered. Stacy climbed into the bags, and I could tell by her movements that she was stripping.
“What are you waiting for?” she purred out from somewhere deep inside the sleeping bag. “Get your clothes off and get in here, I’m getting cold!”
Now we’d seen each other naked lots of times when we were little, but when we hit puberty, Stacy got real modest and wouldn’t let me see her anymore. We never played “doctor” or anything like that, just mostly innocent kid stuff like running thru the sprinklers and things when you’re 3 and 4.
I didn’t need any additional encouragement. Stacy had grown into this 5’10” blonde, with a pixie haircut that matched the twinkle in her eyes. Because she’d always been athletic, there wasn’t any fat on her at all, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they nicely blended with the rest of her body, giving her a great figure. I’d just past 5’11” and was still growing, in the best sense of the word. So our bodies were perfectly proportioned for what was to happen next.
“Kiss me, Kevin,” Stacy murmured as I snuggled down into the warmth of the sleeping bag. I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.
“Again,” she said, and I obliged, but this time she responded in a way I wasn’t expecting. She pulled my body tightly to hers, and returned my tentative kiss passionately. I felt my body start to awaken, as I responded to her warm, moist lips. I knew then that something wonderful was going to happen between us.
When we both came up for air, Stacy said “Take a deep breath, what do you smell?” As I did, it struck me that I’d never smelt this strange odor before, and I said so.
“That’s the Scent of Passion,” she replied. “It’s a mixture of our sweat and the scent of our loins, and it’s one of the most powerful scents we’ll ever experience. Your scent has been driving me crazy ever since basketball season started, and I can’t take it any more. Make love to me, Kevin, right here, right now. I want to be totally overcome by you and your passion scent.” With that, she rolled me over onto my back, and climbed on top of me, her breasts against mine, her vaginal lips pressed against my penis, her toes interlocking with mine.
“But Stacy,” I protested. “I’ve never done this before, I’m not sure I know what to do.”
“Neither have I,” she replied huskily. “But I think we can figure this out. Now be quiet and kiss me!”
And so I did. And she kissed me back. But even though our passion ran wild, we didn’t know what we were doing. We rolled onto our sides, and our hands started exploring each other’s bodies while our lips were locked.
Since this was the first time I’d ever been touched romatically by a girl, I couldn’t contain myself. As soon as Stacy’s fingers began to slide through my pubic hair, I came, all over the back of her hand, and arm and belly. It felt so good, but I was so embarrassed about coming so soon. But sweet Stacy simply reached over, grabbed her panties, and wiped us both off. As soon as she finished, she whispered “That’s ok, Kevin,” in my ear, as she began nuzzling my neck with her lips.
Soon we were kissing frantically again, and as I began to get hard, I found her vagina with my hand. I marveled at the softness of the lips under her pubic hair, and the different textures that this wonderous creation revealed as I explored it with my fingers. I didn’t know women got wet, so I was surprised to find how moist it was. As I penetrated her inner labia, Stacy moaned, something I felt through her tongue as well as her womanhood. I brought my finger back up her vagina, and as I brushed against her clit, she jumped. Startled, I pulled my hand away, but she told me to put it back and touch that spot gently again.
Obeying her instructions, I touched her clitoris. Her breath got hotter in my mouth as we kissed, and her hips started writhing around my fingers. “Oh, god, Kevin, that feels so good” she cried in my ear, just as small spasms began to overcome her. I kept touching her, and she began to spasm even more. I again pulled my hand away, thinking something was wrong, but she quickly grabbed it and put it back. Holding my wrist so I couldn’t leave again, she guided my fingers back inside her. When my juice-soaked finger slid over her bud this time, she moaned something unintelligble, and pulled me tightly to her as her whole body quivered and broke into a sweat.
“Are you all right?” I asked softly after she quieted down.
“I’m fine, but now I really want you, Kevin. Please, come to me and let us become one together,” she whispered, as she pulled me tightly toward her. She rolled onto her back, with me following right on top. As we lay together, her legs naturally parted, allowing my penis to touch her virginal lips.
Still fumbling around, I started moving the way I thought I was supposed to while we continued kissing. It became quickly obvious that all I was doing was sliding along the outside of her labia and into her flaxen-colored pubic hair. Again, sweet Stacy quietly took matters into her own hand, gently guiding me to where she wanted me. I immediately felt the difference, as her lips parted and I began to slide deep within her.
The further inside I went, the more Stacy began to roll her hips up towards me, inviting me deeper and deeper. I suddenly felt resistance, and she cried out at the same time. I started to pull away, but her hands were on my bottom cheeks, and she urged me back inside.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned breathlessly between our eanamoured kisses. “Just push gently and steadily and everything will be ok.” Figuring that she knew her body better than I did, I followed her instructions and began to put pressure on her hymen. Her fingernails dug into my back as she alternated between waves of pain and pleasure until, suddenly, the resistance was gone, and I sank down completely into her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and as she did, I felt those same little spasms again, but this time they seemed to be enveloping themselves around my penis. I couldn’t take it any longer, and began to come again, however, this time my rhythm matched her little spasms, and we rode the waves of ecstasy together, completely entwined, our lips locked in passion, sweat pouring off our bodies. The world around us disappeared, it was only the two of us, together as one, our souls locked together forever in that moment in time.
When we awoke from our dream state, I was beginning to soften inside her. I looked into her eyes, and she took my head in her hands, brought it down to her face and lightly kissed me. “That was wonderful, Kevin,” she said softly, as she gazed back at me with oceans of love in her eyes. “I’ve been dreaming about making love with you ever since we were little, and you’ve made that dream come true. I could never imagine giving myself to anyone else but you, because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Please make love to me again, Kevin, because I love you.”
And so I did.
And still am, 34 years, three kids and four grandchildren later!! I love you, Stacy 8^)
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