Chapter 4: Tasha – Part 1

Sunday Day

With Tasha holding my hand we walked around the side of the hill towards The Glade. The rest of the women had turned around and headed back to the main body of the camp.

“Are you sure that you want to go this way?” Tasha asked more gently than she had been speaking when the other girls were around.

“Yeah, I’m not even close to ready to go the other way.”

“Not even with a beautiful naked woman who really likes you?”

“Really likes?”

“Yes,” Tasha took a deep breath, inflating her impressive chest, and slowly breathed out. “Mick, I’ve been watching you at work. You seem like a great guy. You are polite and calm. I was there the day that Dale badly screwed up and tried to put the blame on you. I thought that you were close to getting fired. I would have ripped Dale’s head off, but you just calmly took your notes and files to Mr. Ryan and showed him your work.”

“I saw the boss’s reaction when he went after Dale. He asked him for the documentation of his work on the project and found out that Dale had none, or at least very little. I thought Dale was going to get fired, but you stepped in. You told the boss that you would work with Dale to get him back on track, that Dale was still an asset to the company.”

“That showed me that you were a hell of a man. I started to pay more attention to you and what you did. I’ve never heard you talking about your dates or the girls you know. Why is that? Just being a gentleman?”

“No. I ... um ... I don’t date,” I answered quietly.

“You don’t date?” We stopped walking and Tasha turned to me, looking deep in my eyes. “I can’t believe that. You’re a great guy. You’re good looking. And I might add, you have a great body. Who would turn down a date with you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never asked anyone out,” I admitted, getting a bit more withdrawn.

“WHAT?” Tasha said a bit too loud.

“Look, Tasha, I can count on less than one finger the number of dates I’ve been on. I don’t date, OK?”

“That makes no sense. I mean did you have a really bad date one time in high school or what?”

“Tasha my reasons are pretty personal. I put up a good front, I guess, but emotionally I’m pretty broken.”

We arrived at the back side of the hill. The Glade was, indeed, a peaceful and beautiful place. Tasha pointed to a seemingly random spot and had me sit on my towel on the grass. When I was settled, she laid out her own towel and lay down on her back with her head in my lap.

“Now just relax and breathe.”

I lay back and relaxed as instructed and opened my senses. I listened to the sound of the birds and the insects. I heard the wind blowing up the side of the hill and through the trees and bushes that surrounded the downhill side of The Glade.

“This is wonderful,” I said quietly.

“Shush.”

I shushed and took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. I put one arm behind my head, and I took the other hand and began to stroke the hair on Tasha’s head.

“That’s nice.” She whispered.

“Shush.”

Tasha shushed and moved her arm to rest on my leg with her hand on top of my foot.

“Mick?” Tasha asked quietly after a very long time.

“Yes.”

“Have you even noticed me at work?”

I was quiet and took another breath.

“Not really,” I admitted.

“Why?”

Here come the questions. “I don’t know.” I tried to fend off the real reason.

“Am I not pretty enough?”

“Tasha, you are beautiful.”

“Is my body not attractive?”

“Your body is wonderful.”

“Then why don’t you notice me? I’ve been trying to get your attention for a few months now.”

“Months?” I was amazed, but not surprised that I had not noticed.

“Yes.”

“I guess I don’t see any reason to pay attention to women in general. It’s not like I’m going to find a soulmate.”

“You need to explain that one.” Tasha said.

“Look, the reason people pay attention to each other is to see if they find someone interesting to get to know. The reason people date is to find ‘The One’. You know, the one they want to spend their life with. I’m not looking for that.”

“How come? Is there a story behind that statement?” The truth was closer to coming out.

I took another deep breath and ran my story through my head to see if it made any sense at all. When I decided that it did, I decided to tell Tasha the entire story. It seemed like it was time.

“I guess that I’m afraid of getting involved with a woman like my mom,” I said softly.

“Your mom? Did you get involved with your mom?” Tasha sounded shocked.

“No! My mom and dad were married right out of high school. I was their first and only child. My dad and I used to do all sorts of stuff together, especially fishing.” I paused to gather myself. “We fished all the time. We could drive a few miles from home and find all sorts of trout and catfish. My mom could cook trout like a champ.”

“One day, when I was ten, we went fishing and after about an hour we weren’t even getting any nibbles. My dad said that we should just go home. We packed up and headed home. Normally we would be gone for three to four hours, but on this day, we were gone an hour and a half. When we walked into the house, my dad went upstairs and found my mom in bed with another man.”

“He was one of my dad’s best friends. I’d followed my dad and I stood there and watched my mom and this guy have sex. I grew up on a farm. I knew what it looked like when animals were having sex, and there was my mom, on her hands and knees, with this man behind her. They didn’t even notice us until my dad jumped on the bed and began to beat the guy to a pulp.”

“My mom was screaming and screaming, and she kept telling my dad that it was only sex. When my dad was done beating on the guy, he just took me by the hand and dragged me back out to the truck. We drove back to our fishing area. When we got there, dad sat down and started to cry.”

“I’d never seen my dad cry and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand the emotional hit my dad had just taken. I patted him on the back and asked if I could do anything. He just looked at me with tear filled eyes and hugged me. After a long time, he managed to choke out a few words.”

“Son. Your mother is going to be going away because she doesn’t love us anymore. She’s found a new husband and she’ll want him to be your new dad.”

“I told him that I didn’t want a new dad. He told me that I wasn’t going to have any choice in the matter. He said that was why he beat the guy up, because he was going to take me and my mom away from him. We were there until it got dark, then we went home to find the police waiting. They arrested my dad and took him away. I found out later that he had almost killed the guy.”

“My mom tried to talk to me, but I was so mad at her. She was having my dad arrested and making me have a new dad. I hated her and I told her so in no uncertain terms. I was ten years old and I made a solemn promise to myself that I would never speak to her again, and I didn’t and I haven’t.”

“Back then, divorce was a civil court matter and I had to testify to what I saw. I had to sit in front of the judge and a court full of strangers and describe seeing the man behind my mom doing her like I had seen our dogs and cows and horses doing on the farm.”

“When it was all over, my mom and dad split, and the court made me live with my mom. I hated her and I made a child’s vow to never speak to her. I spent as much time as I could away from home, usually fishing or working around the farm. During the school year I stayed after school and did extra studying and started getting great grades.”

“I was only supposed to see my dad once a month on a weekend. But we managed to accidentally run into each other at our fishing spot much more often. I had to spend my birthdays and Christmases with my mom. I never opened her presents. I did everything I could do to let her know that I hated her to my core. My dad was my life and I treasured the times I got to spend with him.”

“We would usually go fishing or hunting in the summers and we talked a lot about school and the things I was doing. He asked me about how I was doing with my mom, and I told him that I wouldn’t talk to her. He tried to get me to change my mind, but I was resolute.

“He saw me with a black eye one day and asked where I got it. I lied and told him it was from a fight at school. You see, my mom married the other guy, and he would hit and beat me because I wouldn’t talk to her. I wouldn’t answer her when she spoke to me or when she asked me a question. I didn’t want my dad arrested for beating up the guy again. So, I never told him about the beatings.”

“My dad died a few years ago. My mom tried to talk to me at the funeral and I just turned my back to her. Her husband grabbed me by the arm and told me he was tired of my disrespect, and he tried to hit me. I beat him down, like my dad had done, then kicked him before walking away.”

“So, there you have it. I don’t date because I don’t want to find someone like my mom. I don’t have any guy friends because I always figured that they would just steal my girl if I ever got one.”

Tasha rolled over and looked at me as she laid her head back down on my lap. She was looking up towards my eyes, then she turned her head a little and looked at my penis. It was kind of funny to watch her switch back and forth between them. Her hair moving on my penis caused the expected reaction and she moved her head to kiss the tip.

“Would you mind if I gave you a blowjob?” she asked lovingly.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had one.”

“What? You have never had a blowjob?”

“No.”

“You mean that none of the girls you have dated has done that?”

I took another deep breath and looked Tasha in her eyes.

“Tasha. I meant it when I said that I’ve never had a date.”

“Never?” The light bulb went on.

“Never.”

“Mick? Have you ever had sex?”

“No.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Has anyone ever touched your penis?” she asked carefully.

“Not since I was a baby.”

“Have you ever touched a woman?”

“Just handshakes and the occasional hug.”

“So, you have never touched a woman’s body, like a tit or a butt?”

“Until last week and when I got here, I had never really paid a lot of attention to them.”

If you have ever seen someone who just had a revelation, that was the expression that was on the face of the woman looking up from my lap. That expression then changed to one of determination.

“Well we are going to fix a lot of that while we are here over these next two weeks. Starting now.”

Tasha rolled onto her stomach and took my erection in her hand and began to stroke it.

“First, I want you to know that I don’t do this often. I’m not a slut. I like you, and now I feel like I’m in the right place at the right time to help you out. Is it all right if I keep touching your cock?”

“It feels good, so, yes.”

She slid her hand up and down faster and faster until I had my release and squirted four feet in the air. Several more diminishing squirts followed until I stopped, and Tasha looked at me.

“Wow, that was quite a shot. No one ever did that for you?”

“Only me, and it never felt like that.”

“When you do it by yourself it’s called masturbation. When a woman. Wait! You like girls more than guys right?”

“Yeah I like girls. I’m not gay.”

“OK, I’m glad.” Tasha paused before returning to her lecture. “When you stroke it yourself, it’s called masturbation, when a girl does it for you it can be called that, but most call it a hand job. By the way, you shoot a lot.”

Tasha began to lick the stuff off her hand. When she was done, she licked her way up my stomach, onto my chest, where she paused for a bit, then she began to suck on my nipples. After a few seconds of that she looked at me.

“Your cum tastes good.”

“Cum?”

“The stuff you shot out is called semen. Some people call it cum. That is spelled C-U-M. You shoot a lot; an awful lot. That’s a good thing and it tastes good to me. Have you ever tasted yours?”

“No!” I declared adamantly. “I mean what would I do? Squirt into my hand, then eat it? That sounds disgusting.”

Tasha took my softened penis into her mouth and worked it in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was doing interesting things and after a few minutes I was hard again. She used one hand to hold my scrotum and massage it, while she continued to move up and down on my erection. I was surprised that she could get so much of it into her mouth.

Without letting my penis fall out of her mouth she moved around between my legs and with one hand on my scrotum and the other starting to stroke my erection she began to move her mouth up and down on my erection faster and faster until I squirted again, this time in her mouth.

She got up on her knees and moved on top of me.

“Kiss me.” she said with her mouth full.

Before I could answer she had her lips on mine and her tongue moving around my lips. I opened my mouth and her tongue slid into it. I tasted something a bit salty and she put her hands on my head and kissed me very hard until she backed away.

“Well, Mick. That was a blowjob. Also called sucking your cock. Then I kissed you with your cum in my mouth and put some of it in your mouth, that is called a snowball. Now you have tasted your own cum. How was it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t mind the taste, but I wouldn’t want to get it straight from the source.”

“You mean you won’t go out and find a guy to suck off. That’s good. You should only get it from your girlfriend or wife’s mouth after a blowjob. Well there is another way, but we won’t get into that now.”

“Would you like to do it some more?” Tasha asked.

“I guess.”

“You seem to be uncomfortable with this.”

“I am. It seems to me that this is what a woman does for her boyfriend or husband.”

“I guess that would be right.”

“You aren’t my girlfriend or my wife,” I said.

“I would like to be your girlfriend, and I can promise you that I wouldn’t cheat on you. I like you a lot and I think that I could easily learn to love you.”

“I don’t know.”