I remember the summer after my first year of college as if it was yesterday. Even though my freshman year at the university had opened my eyes to new and wondrous things, the summer that followed changed my life forever, in more ways than one.
I had grown up in a small town in Northeast Iowa, following in the footsteps of many young women before me. I was on the girls basketball team, learned home economics from a spinster who thought cooking nutritious meals was the most important part of making a marriage work, and discussed the secrets of boys, sex and rock 'n' roll at slumber parties at my friends' houses.
College changed many of my small-town attitudes. There was a big new world out there just waiting to be conquered. The dating scene at the university was far different than what I was used to. I lived in a dorm the first year, and decided it was cramping my style. I had made arrangements to rent an apartment with two other girls next year. I had made many new friends at college, but at the end of the year, I still couldn't wait to get back and see my old friends from high school. Especially Ben.
Ben and I had dated casually in high school. He had actually taken my virginity in the back seat of his parents' car. After high school, we had parted friends, but had sort of drifted apart and gone our separate ways. We had kept in touch just enough for me to know that he had had the same luck with relationships at college. We had both been burned, it seemed. I was looking forward to seeing Ben again. He was like a comfortable pair of old slippers that you don't really appreciate until you've worn some stylish high heels for about eight hours.
It was a beautiful summer day when I ran into him at the gas station. (For those of you not acquainted with small-town life, the gas station is a great place to meet guys.) Ben suggested that we get some beer, and head down to the old mill to go swimming.
The old mill was a place far out in the woods at the end of a dirt road where there used to be a mill powered by a water wheel in the olden days. The old mill was an old stone structure from the 1800's in a scenic wooded valley with a stream winding through grassy meadows. Although probably a busy place at one time, the abandoned farmhouse and mill building there had sat empty for as long as I could remember. While we were in high school, several of us had found the place an ideal place for partying and skinny-dipping. The creek had a flat stone bottom, and the water in the stream was cool and clear.
Ben and I took his car out to the old mill. We caught up on old times a little. When we got there, the place was as idyllic and peaceful as ever. The place was as green with woodland growth as any place on earth. With the blue sky and warm sun overhead, and the green grass underfoot, the place was friendly and warm and inviting. When we parked the car, we walked down to the bank of the stream, and sat down. We each opened a beer and leaned back in the grass. Ben pulled out a joint and lit it. We lay in the sun and watched as the clouds drifted by.
"Isn't it an absolutely perfect day?" Ben asked.
"Yeah," I said, absent-mindedly, "it doesn't get much better than this!"
In a little bit, after we had finished the joint, I was beginning to think that maybe it could get a little better. I decided I really needed to get Ben to make love to me. It had been over a month since I had had sex, and I was about as horny as I could remember ever being in my short life. Oh sure, I had masturbated about every other day since I broke up with Bruce, but that wasn't nearly as satisfactory as having a stiff prick in me.
"Want to go swimming?" I asked.
"I might have some swim trunks in the car." Ben said.
"Who needs those?" I asked.
I started to take off my clothes. Ben grinned and did the same. In no time, we were in the stream, paddling back and forth in the neck-deep part of the swimming hole. After about five minutes of swimming around, I approached Ben and let out a little scream.
"What?" Ben asked as I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"God!" I said, "I think a fish just nibbled on my leg!"
Ben just smiled as I wrapped my legs around his middle. "He didn't get anything else, did he?" Ben held me up by wrapping his arms around me and then reaching down and squeezing my butt cheeks. He knew perfectly well what I was up to. I leaned forward to rub my nipples against his chest and give Ben a tender kiss. "Maybe you'll have to check me over more carefully for fish bites." I said. Ben smiled as I felt his manhood coming up.
"I hear this creek has been stocked with trouser trout." Ben said.
"Mmmm," I said, as I settled more into position, "They're fun to fish for!"
"Yeah," Ben agreed, "but they don't put up much of a fight." He smiled.
I just smiled back as I felt Ben's erection stiffen to full attention. It was lodged in just about the right place and I only had to wiggle my bottom a little to get it lined up perfectly. As I felt it at the entrance, I gave a little push and felt it go in.
As I sank down on it I couldn't help but sigh and say. "You know Ben, I missed you a lot!"
Ben started to pump it into me and said, "I missed you too Jan. This feels so cool!"
There was no pretense about it. We just love screwing, and we both knew it. Ben held me up with his hands as I rocked my hips and ground my pelvic bone against his. We just stayed intertwined and continued to rock.
The sensation of making love under water is so different. I think the sexual tension had built up in both of us so much that we both came almost immediately. I just hung there with my arms around his neck and his prick lodged deep inside me as we recovered. After a few moments, I gave Ben a deep kiss, and let myself down. I led him by the hand up to the grassy bank of the stream and arranged our clothes into a place to lie down. As I lay down, I pulled Ben down on top of me. After the quickie in the water, I was ready for Ben to make love to me long and slow, so I could savor every moment. Ben knew what I wanted, and in only a few minutes, had recovered sufficiently to grant my wish.
As Ben made love to me with long smooth strokes, he would occasionally crane his neck down so he could kiss and suck on one of my nipples. That would cause me to moan each time he did that. Deciding that my breasts needed more attention, I maneuvered Ben so he was on his back and I was on top, straddling him. That way, his hands were free to caress and fondle my sensitive nipples. My breasts aren't all that big, but they seem to be hot-wired directly to the pleasure centers of my brain. Each time Ben would tug on one of my nipples, it would cause the muscles in my twat to contract and twitch. That, in turn seemed to be quickly driving Ben towards the brink of another orgasm. Since I was on top, I thought I could control the pace, but even though I stopped stroking up and down completely, I couldn't stop my hips from squirming and grinding. I sure couldn't stop the convulsing and contractions of my overheated pussy when Ben pinched both of my nipples at once. That was too much for Ben, and I could feel him blast his seed into me for the second time in the last few minutes.
I rolled off him as I felt him start to go limp inside me, and I lay in the soft grass beside him. Ben knew I had been very close to coming, and got up and crawled between my legs, where he lapped and sucked on my clit for the few short minutes it took me to reach climax.
As I lay there in the warm sunshine basking in the afterglow of our little romp, Ben got up and began dressing. I was lying on his jeans, and he tugged on them gently as a sign that he wanted them. I decided to get dressed myself, and pulled my jeans and top on.
Ben then went up to the car and got a couple of beers, and we sat on the stream bank for quite a while talking about school and soaking up the warm summer sun.
The little valley was overwhelmingly green and lush. It was overgrown with maple and oak trees, and the ground was still dappled with the wildflowers of spring. There seemed to be an unusual number of butterflies and the chirping of the birds and buzz of insects only seemed to make the valley seem more quiet and isolated. Big puffy white clouds drifted overhead, and I began to think about just taking my clothes off again and spending the afternoon getting an all-over tan.
Suddenly, we heard the racket of an electric saw nearby. Ben and I looked towards the source of the sound. It seemed to be coming from the old mill. Ben looked at me and asked. "Did you see a car when we pulled in?"
"No," I said. "It didn't look like anyone else was here to me."
"Want to go see what's up?" Ben asked.
"Sure." I said, getting to my feet, and picking up my beer.
We both wandered over towards the old mill, and just as we reached the door, heard the noise of the saw again, now definitely coming from inside. Just as Ben was about to knock, the door flew open and a longhaired guy carrying a board came striding out and almost walked right into Ben. I couldn't tell who was the most startled.
"Holy Shit!" The longhaired character exclaimed, dropping the board. "Jeez, Ben! You scared the hell out of me!"
Ben had jumped back and was wiping beer he had spilled on himself off his shirt. He laughed and said, "Sorry Jake, I was just about to knock. What the hell are you doing here?"
I suddenly recognized Jake Watts, who had been about three years ahead of us in school. His dark hair had grown long, and he had it pulled back into a ponytail. Jake looked at Ben and laughed. "Working on the kitchen."
"Kitchen?" Ben and I asked in unison.
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