Chapter 32: The Glade

“I looked it up, Abel; this little open spot in the pines is called a ‘glade.’ I love how quiet and private it is.”

“You’re glad to be here? In the glade?”

“You had to go there,” Val groaned, shaking her head.

“I’ve been thinking,” Abel began.

“Uh-oh, from bad to worse,” snarked Val.

“You have me at a disadvantage. It’s time to even the score.”

Abel stood in front of Val and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Val took it in with a smile, noting that the cool breeze had erected his little baby nips in the same way that cold air worked on her own nipples.

He wasn’t muscle-bound, but clearly developed. His lack of body fat showed all of the muscles of his torso behind a sparse spray of black curly hair in the middle of his chest.

Val got to her feet as well and playfully licked his nipples. Then she threw off her own top and wrapped him up tight, cooing.

“I’m ahead again. Too bad for you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He reached and grabbed the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down past his knees. His tightie-whitie briefs stayed up but were under obvious stress. Val, competitive as always, did the same, leaving flimsy nylon panties.

“Time for the kickoff to start the game.”

Abel’s running shorts went flying, followed swiftly by Val’s.

“Penalty, out of bounds. Re-kick.”

It was the same story with the underwear. Mixing her sports metaphors, Val spoke next.

“The possession arrow is yours; now what?”

“Time out! Val, we don’t have any, uh, sports equipment.”

“Personal foul. I have an implant; you can’t make me pregnant.”

“OK, I guess. But don’t we need lube or something? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s fine, I’m ready for you. Just get on your back so I can take control.”

A moment later, her knees were on each side of his narrow hips, and she was reaching down to aim him. Even that first touch of her slick lips on his sensitive head thrilled him. At last, she had him in what felt like the right spot and angle.

She inhaled and sat forcefully. There was a pinch, like a bee sting, and a new feeling of fullness.

“Ow! No, don’t move; let me adjust. Just wait for me ... Ah, better. Here we go. Ride ‘em cowgirl!”

Stunned by the incredible sensations, Abel’s crisis was coming on much too quickly.

“Wait! Stop! I’m going to...”

Val halted her movements in the nick of time.

“Oh, I should have blown you first. You’re about to bust, aren’t you?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Exactly so. I have to confess to you: I got some tips for my first time. But I was impatient.”

“Tips from Leah?”

“A lady never tells.”

“Feeling better, Val?”

“A little bit. Maybe wait a couple minutes more.”

“All right. Well, how about those Giants?”

“Baseball or Football?”

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose not.”

“OK, I’m going to think about baseball while you have your way with me, you wanton woman.”

“Don’t talk like that! I can’t come when I’m laughing. Alright, I’m going again. Oh, you like that. I’m gonna grind some more. Focus now, Abel, I want you to come, uh, uh, uh.”

He was already to the point where a whole league of baseball teams wouldn’t stop the inevitable.

“Now!” He managed to croak as his first ever intravaginal emissions left his body in seven strong spurts. Overwhelmed, all he could do was pant.

For Val, she was close to coming, but not quite there; she felt enough irritation from her just-torn hymen to block her. But that feeling of fullness in her belly was unique. And then those wet pulses of his ejaculation: wonderful!

Prone on him now, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact of his warm chest. She had to kiss him, and she did.

“Was I OK?”

“Of course, you were, Abel, you were perfect. Our whole lives, we’re going to remember this. How it felt, where we were—all of it. I should ask you, was I OK?”

“I don’t have the words to describe how wonderful you are, Val. Can we go again?”

“I don’t think so. I’m feeling sore where you busted my cherry. I’m sure I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“No, it was me, I’m the one who pushed down on you; it’s fine. I’m glad it’s done. Let’s get dressed and head back.”