Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, Romantic, First, Oral Sex, Petting, Tit-Fucking, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: Ryan's annual camping trip was almost ruined when their site was double-booked. He was ready to turn around and go home. But when 15-year-old Jordyn McMaster came bouncing out of her tent, he changed his mind pretty quickly. Her dad is a jealous, protective monster, though, and won't let her out of his sight! But then one morning, all four parents go out canoeing without them, leaving the two teens all alone for an entire day.

The sun came up over the lake on that cool August morning, casting a million sparkles across the water. They reflected back up into the world. Some of them hit the wall of my tent. It was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. It was very peaceful. Spots of light just dancing on the fabric above me, like happy little spirits.

The first thing I heard was the splash of waves on the shore, and a gentle breeze in the canopy of leaves above. I was safe and warm in my sleeping bag, and I decided it was going to be a very good day. I just needed a few more minutes of sleep.

I closed my eyes, but immediately opened them again when I heard a soft female voice singing quietly outside the tent. I sat up. It was Jordyn. She was the daughter of the couple who'd nearly ruined our entire vacation this year. The idiots at the camp office double-booked our site, the site we book every year, the spot we've camped at every year since I was a baby. When we got here, driving twenty minutes into the bush to our isolated little section of beach, there was already a tent set up, and this couple, Harry and Janet, were cooking up supper over an open fire.

It took a while to sort the mess out, and dad was nearly ready to just turn around and go home, but mom and Janet convinced him that it would be perfectly fine if we just shared the spot. Dad asked me what I thought, and I was about ready to tell him I had some games I wouldn't mind to play back at home, but then Jordyn came bouncing out of their tent in her short little shorts and tight little T-shirt barely containing her beautiful boobs, and I quickly changed my mind, telling them I didn't mind sharing. I had a crush on her almost immediately.

And so we set up across the campfire from them, and had been sharing the fire and forest for two days now. My parents and her parents had actually become really good friends, though our dads disagreed quite a bit about politics around the campfire at night. Me, I just loved listening to Jordyn sing. She was a shy, kind of quiet girl who giggled a lot and blushed a lot, but when she sang to herself, it was as beautiful as an angel. It made me tingle.

Her dad was very protective of her, though. He wouldn't let her out of his sight for longer than it took to take a piss. I could see why he felt that way. She was an absolutely gorgeous girl, around my age, fifteen, but already more amply endowed in form and figure than even my mom. Her breasts stood out, big, bold, and obvious, no matter what she wore. Even in sweat shirts, they were difficult to conceal. Her bum was big and round, too. Not fat. Not plump. Just round, flaring out from her narrow waist like a bell, high and firm, sometimes jiggling when she walked. It was maddening. Hypnotic. I swear, I even caught my dad stealing secret glances a few times. Her long dirty-blonde hair nearly touched her bottom, too. The only thing missing was angel wings.

Her dad apparently knew how gorgeous she was, though. He gave disapproving looks whenever I so much as talked to her. But after a couple of days, my parents had somehow convinced him that I wasn't a lecherous scumbag bent on defiling his angel. I was in the top of my class at school and made good money at a part-time job after school. Hell, I even volunteered helping veterans in my community. I was a great kid, dammit! Finally, Harry seemed to approve of me a little bit, at least enough to stop scowling.

All was quiet in the camp now, and Jordyn was singing to herself. I looked at her through the mesh screen of my tent door. There she was, sitting on a camp chair by what was left of the morning's cook fire, twirling a marshmallow on a stick over the smoky embers.

Little strands of her light golden hair fluttered in the wind from beneath the blanket she had pulled over her head. Her eyes were a gorgeous greenish-blue, almost the same colour as the lake. She was wearing little blue pajamas with stars and moons on them. They only came down to her lower thigh, though, just above the knee. Her pretty little toes wiggled next to the rocks that ringed the fire pit. She looked cozy.

The most beautiful thing about her though, were her lips. Her lips were puffy and pink, soft and shiny in the morning sun, an icon the most beautiful kiss any human being ever had. They parted slightly as she brought the marshmallow to her lips. Her tongue flickered out at it, licking some of the white cream from the gooey ball of sweetness. I just watched her quietly, from the shadows of my tent. Then, strangely, dizzyingly, she actually slid the gooey marshmallow between her lips and pumped it in and out a few times, before sucking the thing right off the end of the stick. Oh my God. My jaw dropped. She licked the sticky residue off her lips and popped another one onto the end of the stick.

Where was everybody? It was so quiet out there. As I sat there watching Jordyn for a few minutes, I began to realize that maybe, for the first time since we'd arrived, she and I were alone together. I grabbed a breath mint from mom's bag and quickly popped it in my mouth.

"Not exactly the healthiest breakfast," I told her, after another minute or two of silent staring.

She jumped a bit, spinning to look my way. "Oh, Ryan! I thought you were gone with the others!"

"Where'd they go?" I asked, running my fingers through my hair to smooth it down a bit.

"Canoeing. I was still in bed when they left. They said something about checking out Harold's Rock."

"Harland's Rock?"

"Yeah! That's the one."

"That's miles away. They'll be gone all day."

"It can't be that far. This lake isn't that big."

"Trust me. We went out there last year, me, mom, and dad. We left in the morning and weren't back until after supper time."

"Oh," was all she said. She took a nibble of a new marshmallow.

"They actually left you alone here?" I asked. What I really meant to say was, why the hell would old Harry ever leave his beautiful angel alone with a teenaged boy all damn day? I didn't voice that full thought, though. I was secretly elated.

"He tried to wake me up, but I complained about, um, girl troubles." She giggled. She blushed.

"Girl troubles?" I asked, puzzled.

"You know? My period?" She laughed out loud now, blushing even harder.

"Oh. So he let you stay because of that?"

"Mom told him he didn't have a choice. He didn't like it much, and then he started trying to stay behind to watch over me, but she refused him that, too. There was no way he was going to miss such a beautiful experience just being an old curmudgeon. So off they went."

"I can't believe he actually left you alone," I told her.

She looked at me sideways. Her eyes twinkled a little in the morning light. Then she smiled, poking her stick back into the fire. "To be honest, it was a total lie. I just didn't feel like going. Sitting in a canoe all day with a stupid life jacket on, squishing my..." She looked down at her chest but didn't complete the sentence. "No thanks."

Thank you, God, I thought to myself.

"What are we supposed to do for lunch?" I asked.

"Wieners, I guess," Jordyn said, and then she blushed cutely, and giggled as though saying the word was too naughty for an innocent girl like her. This was the most conversation we'd had the entire trip, and I was loving the sound of her voice.

I unzipped my tent, crawled out, and stood up, stretching. "How long have they been gone?" I said, scratching the back of my neck with one hand and glancing tiredly around the camp.

She didn't answer right away. She just stared at me for a moment, like I was missing an arm or something. Her lips parted slightly and she sucked in a breath. Her eyes were wide.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're, um, not wearing a shirt."

I looked down. I was wearing only a very loose-fitting pair of cotton gym shorts. They were grey. They only covered half my thighs. Other than that I was naked. I wasn't even wearing underwear, though I wasn't about to tell her that.

"That's what I sleep in. Is that a problem? I can, uh, get a shirt on if it bothers you."

She blinked a couple times and shook her head, turning back to look at the fire, then looking out at the lake as though her dad would come paddling back any minute now, all in an frothing outrage. Nobody was around for miles. The lake was empty.

"No! It's no problem. It's nothing. I've seen all kinds of guys with no shirt, like, at the beach and stuff, and in music videos sometimes. No big deal, right?"

"Not to me," I said.

She glanced over at me again, looking me up and down one more time, as though it were nothing, no big deal. Then she answered my original question.

"I guess they left about an hour ago. I've just been sitting here."

"Wow. I must have been tired. I didn't hear any of that. What time is it?"

"Probably around nine or so. I don't even know."

The first thing I did was go for a pee. The boys in the camp had a little spot in the thicket a short ways, where we'd all be relieving ourselves. The girls shared a little porta potty thing which was really little more than a wide, round bucket with a toilet seat on top of it. They had this behind a tree with a tarp around it, hanging from two trees, for privacy. But when you were out in the woods, very little was private.

When I was done, I went over and sat down on the little camp stool across from her. She roasted another marshmallow, but this time, instead of licking or sucking it off the stick, she just popped the whole thing in her mouth all at once. All I could do was stare. But she apparently noticed.

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