Chapter 6

Last Week in September

I spent Monday lost in thought about where LuAnn and I could get four hours or so of privacy the next night. The Paulsons’ house was occupied. There was the Zinnemans’ deck but that was sort of Fallon’s and my place. The park was a possibility but there was a forty percent chance of rain. I could rent a hotel room but that seemed cheap to me, like LuAnn was a hooker or something. I tried to think of someplace we had been together that would be sort of symbolic of our September. We certainly weren’t going to hike The Holy Jim Trail in the dark. I thought we might skip school that day and climb it but we’d be caught by her mom for sure. She’d dress properly and she’d just know. It just wouldn’t come to me. Hotel or motel up by Disneyland wouldn’t be bad. We could watch the nightly fireworks and then go make our own. It was the best I could do.

I spent Monday afternoon at the Lang’s house. Mrs. Lang walked me down their hallway, showing pictures of various vacations they’d been on. It was fun seeing LuAnn, Lulu, as a little girl with her parents at the beach, Knott’s Berry Farm, the Grand Canyon, camping in the mountains, and fishing. Lots of fishing.

We kissed on the porch and I assured her I had it under control and that I would give her a night to remember. I certainly sounded confident and decisive. On my short drive home, I went over the pictures on their vacation wall and the solution jumped out at me. When I got home, I called Moose and asked for a favor, then drove to his house to collect. Back home I put together a bag with supplies in it and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

LuAnn was amped up Tuesday morning and we sang songs on the way to school and when we split up, she skipped to class. I hadn’t seen her do that before. I hoped that as happy as she was on Tuesday, she wouldn’t have to pay for it in sadness on Friday, October first. When I got to Trig, Tina was upbeat, undoubtedly counting down the days she could go from zero to sixty again. I would have been excited with her but I had an errand to run. As soon as Chemistry was over, I was out to the parking lot and gone.

I made it back to school, too late for class but in time to pick up LuAnn. She was still upbeat when she climbed into my truck.

“Good day?” I asked.

“Yes. I don’t remember any of it. Really good day,” she answered.

“Let’s see if we can make the rest of it memorable. We need to swing by your house so you can change. We’re going for a walk so dress for that. Oh, and it might get cool, so bring some sweats, too.”

“C’mon. I need details,” she pleaded.

“That’s it. I just gave them to you. Don’t fool around. Get your clothes changed and let’s go.”

I went in with her and talked with her mom while she changed. I asked if we might have a two-hour curfew extension to eleven, since it would be our last date, at least for a month. Mrs. Lang agreed to that. LuAnn came out, ready to go, dressed about like she had been for our hike up The Holy Jim, but with tennis shoes instead of boots. Perfect.

She plagued me with questions as I drove but I was going to let our destination tell the story. I did tell her we had a picnic dinner in my ice chest but that only served to fuel her curiosity. As I drove, the possibilities narrowed until she realized we were on our way to O’Neill Park. I pulled through the gate and followed the road until I got to my spot. I parked and grabbed the ice chest from the truck.

Together, we walked back to the large, four man tent I’d borrowed from Moose and pitched when I skipped school that afternoon. We ducked inside, leaving the ice chest outside. There was room to stand, but the air mattress and other supplies were what set the tone.

“You built us a sex nest,” she whispered.

“There is only one other tent set up in the whole place. Privacy, girl. The hippies on the other side of the camp ground won’t care if you make all kinds of noise.”

“Plus, fresh air. Perfect, Michael.” She took a deep breath and held both of my shoulders. “I want to play.”

“I want to play too, LuAnn. But more than that. When we drive home tonight, I want you to know how much I love you.”

“That sounds really good.” She started to take her top off but I put my hand on hers to stop her.

“We have time,” I said as I drew her close to kiss her. I touched my lips to hers, gently. “Like the first time, LuAnn. I want to explore you and take in your touch, your taste, your beauty, as if it were the first time.” She nodded.

I kissed her again, tasting her lips with my tongue. My whole body ached to go faster but I loved her full lips and the way she had learned to kiss. I caught her upper lip with mine and ran my tongue across it, slowly, embracing its fullness. I heard and felt her sigh as my hands caressed her back, sliding under her shirt. I switched to her lower lip as I found her bra strap and felt her tremble beneath my touch.

We mashed our lips together as I sought her tongue with mine and we danced, at first a slow dance and then faster. I found the clasp of her bra and released its catches. My hands slid over her naked back, caressing her sides and then down, low on her back.

“Michael, I want ... ah, this feels good. I’m so impatient. I don’t want to be impatient because this feels so good. You make me feel good,” she said, squeezing my shoulders. I flexed them as I had done many times and we laughed.

“You feel good in my hands, LuAnn. Touching you brings me pleasure. I never feel more powerful than when I’m giving you joy,” I said and kissed her neck. I worked my way from low, near her shoulder to just below her ear.

Her hands dropped from my shoulders to my back and then down to grip my ass. She held me tight with both hands and pulled me to her. We crushed together and she could feel my desire straining against my pants. There was no wall to push her against and that’s what I wanted to do. I broke the kiss, took her hand and led her out of the tent. I backed her against a smooth paper birch tree, next to our tent and went back to her neck, now, pinning her against the tree.

We could smell a camp fire from the far side of the large campground. Woodpeckers pounded on Oak trees around us and Jays and Mockingbirds sang their songs. I glanced around our site and could see little opportunity for anyone to spy on us. I let my hands work their way to her front and caressed her breasts as I watched the excitement grow on her face.

“I want everything all at once,” she said. “I’m so greedy.”

She parted her shirt and lifted her tits to me and I took one in my mouth as I held the other. I circled her areola with my tongue and then nipped at her flesh with my teeth. I could see tiny goose bumps of excitement as I lapped at her stiff nipple with my tongue. I gently pinched the other between my fingers, and then pinned her to the tree again, grinding into her as I kissed the other side of her neck.

I let my hand slide down to her hips and pulled them toward me as I pushed against her, our mutual desire causing her to shudder again. I kissed up to her ear and then the back of her neck as my hands moved up to her tits again.

“Michael, I’m going to cum. Really. God, Michael. You’re not even...” and she exploded in the first orgasm of the afternoon. She came quietly but there was no mistaking it. I squeezed her nipples and told her how beautiful she was as she shuddered beneath me.

As she began to relax, I picked her up and carried her back inside the tent and zipped it closed. I was done taking my time. I lay her on the air mattress and felt it give gently beneath her. I watched her face as I unbuckled her belt and slid her hiking shorts down, pulling her panties with them. I sank beneath her legs as she parted them to make room.

“No more going slow, LuAnn. I want to feast,” I said and dove between her legs.

Forget kissing her thighs or playing around. I went straight for her pussy, capturing it all in my mouth. I munched and she went crazy. Already trembling again, I pushed my tongue through her bush and drew it up her slit, to a round of encouragement from a very agitated Lu. I flicked her clit a couple of times and when she began to cum again, I vacuumed her clit into my mouth.

She spasmed hard and loud, and every time she convulsed, she rocked the air mattress. When she began to come down, I slid two fingers inside her and began working as my mouth matched lip for lip and played around the outside of her pussy. I felt her hands clamp onto my head, trying to pull me back to her clit but I kept working her outer lips. Her breathing told me she was ready so I gave her what she wanted. I latched onto her clit as my fingers rubbed the inside of her pussy. Trying to suck my fingers into my mouth through the wall of her pussy, she jerked softly once, then twice, then gave in to her climax. She pushed my head to her pussy and thrust up with her hips, pumping up with each spasm.

When she collapsed, so did I, tired from the work. I thought I’d given her three good orgasms but knew she’d tell me the number was much higher. What difference did it make? Her ragged breathing told me all I needed to know.

“You must really love me. That was soooo good. I can’t even breathe,” she said but her energy level was still high.

Without warning, she spun around and began to unbuckle my pants. She slid them down and off and took my throbbing dick in her hands. “Your turn,” she said, sliding pre-cum over me and slicking me down.

“Not going to last long, Lu. I almost came when you did.”

She bent down and took me in her mouth, holding just the head between her lips. She slid down once, to coat me, then retreated to sucking just the head of my dick into her mouth. As she stroked me, she worked her tongue over the tip of my dick and I was a goner. I lifted up with my hips and she pressed down against me. When I lowered my hips, she sucked me back into her. It took me less than thirty seconds to unload into her. She squeezed my shaft with her hand as she continued to suck. Drained, I collapsed on the mattress.

“Good?” she asked, taking a long drink from one of the water bottles I’d brought.

“You have mastered the art, LuAnn. I get so wound up eating you that it doesn’t take me long. And then you bring so much intensity to it that I fire fast. I don’t think it’s possible for me to cum any harder than when you do that.”

“Good. I like to make you happy too.”

“Today, I don’t want you to think about the numbers somehow evening out, okay? I want to leave here with you totally satisfied. I’m sure I’ll be pretty happy at the end of the day too. But let me give, okay?”

“Because after today, I might not get much more, or even any more, for a while.” She had hit the nail on the head.

“Maybe. But I want this to be about now. Not about yesterday or tomorrow.”

She nodded. “Good. Because I’m ready for more.” I gave her more. I gave her everything I could give, bringing her to orgasm after thundering orgasm. On one attempt, she arched her hips so high that when she came down hard, she almost bounced us both off the air mattress. Neither of us slowed down, but we laughed about it afterward.

We engaged in non-stop sexual play for nearly three hours with very little rest between sessions. She brought the same intensity to the bedroom that she brought to fighting a fish, or rescuing a wounded hiker. And once we had passed her inhibitions early in the month, nothing embarrassed her or slowed her down. She trusted me completely.

The sun was low on the horizon and I hadn’t tested the lantern, so we broke for dinner. She went to the public restroom as I put coals on the grill and got a fire started. When she returned, I told her what we were having and took my turn at the restroom. My bladder had been ready to burst but I couldn’t bring myself to stop earlier.

When I got back, she had just put dinner on the grill to cook. I took a deep breath and smelled the sweet aroma of marijuana coming from the hippies. “Do you smell it?” I asked.

“Yes. I wonder if they can smell me. Whew. I stuck my head back in the tent to grab my water bottle. Smells like a lot of sex might have happened.”

“I remember the first time at the Paulson’s when I tried to keep track of how many times you came.”

“Yeah. That’s a waste of time. A lot, seems to be the scientific term for it.”

“I re-read The Joy of Sex, LuAnn. You’re not normal.”

“Oh, good. Right? That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Very definitely. It says that a lot of women don’t typically have an orgasm or fake having an orgasm or only have one.”

“Yeah. That’s not me.”

“Ah, no. Do you get tired? It seems like you burn a lot of energy.”

“Exhausted. But what a way to get a good workout.”

“I’ll say. After dinner, will you be good to go again?”

“You’re kidding, right? As long as you care to give me that kind of attention, I’m happy to howl.”

I opened the foil and closed it back. Almost done. I grabbed a couple of paper plates, utensils, salt, pepper and butter from my bag and set them on the picnic table. I got a couple of Cokes out of the ice chest and glanced toward the hippie section on my way back. I could barely hear someone playing guitar and the smell of pot was stronger.

“We talk, you know,” she said.

“Who? About what?”

“The Musketeers. About sex. About stuff to do with sex.”

“Like what? I’m not in those conversations, am I?”

“No. You made that clear and everyone’s been good about that. That was a much better idea than I thought it would be. I wanted to hear all about your time with Fallon and Tina but now I get it. A year or two ago we started talking about masturbating and dildos and what it would be like to do it with a boy.”

“Yeah? Anything surprising?”

“It might have been before but probably not, now. When I told the other Musketeers how much I came, they didn’t believe me. The other three seem pretty close so I guess I’m the outlier. That’s the right word, isn’t it? Sounds better than weirdo. We were talking about having a contest one time and Tina talked everyone out of it. I won’t say whose idea that was. But Tina said it shouldn’t be competitive. I would have won.”

“I cannot imagine the four of you masturbating yourselves all at the same time. It is beyond my imagination.”

“I’ve heard a couple of them once or twice. You know. When we have a sleepover. They haven’t heard me though. I don’t. I can’t be quiet but I guess you know that.”

“Now, I’m trying to imagine it and I just can’t. Tina was right.”

“Yeah. She usually is. We generally don’t fight her. I mean, she’s happy to let us decide things most of the time, but when she chimes in, we generally either go along or get burned. She’s not mean about it. Just right. It never bothered Fallon because they’re such good friends, and Lisa gets along with everybody, even her brother. But it kind of pissed me off at first.”

“And now?”

“And now, I know when to shut up and listen. Don’t get me wrong, she’s not always right. Just usually.”

I checked the grill and our dinner was done. Shark, potato and corn on the cob. Easy if you knew when to put each on. We ate in silence, enjoying the food and enjoying each other as we ate actual food rather than each other. We finished and cleaned up. The sun was down and it was getting dark. Venus was bright in the western sky and actual stars would soon follow. LuAnn went to the restroom again and when she came back, I was laying on the picnic table, watching the sky begin to light up.

“Scoot over. I want some sky,” she said and bumped me hard.

“Hey. There’s only so much table here. Get your own.” There were tables every twenty feet or so.

“There’s enough room on this one. Skootch.” I skootched.

We watched the stars appear through our little hole in the forest canopy.

“This is so beautiful. You did good, Michael. Good food, good view, good me.”

“Good you. I love it. Is that code for...”

“It’s code for I came a bunch and I’ve got a lot left ... unless you’re too tired.”

“You can’t bait me,” I said. “I’m a master baiter.”

“Ha, ha. You know what would be exceptionally nice?”

It didn’t take much to figure out. I got up from the table, grabbed a towel from the tent and turned out the lantern. I looked out from our position and didn’t see anything. No lights, whatsoever, and the guitar was still far away and much quieter. We were as alone as we could be. I returned to LuAnn and scooted her off the table, then spread the towel.