“Bobbie Jo Wakefield, you git your butt back in here young lady!” Mama yelled as the young girl ran down the driveway to the waiting pickup truck. But her words were of no effect, drowned out completely by the rumble of the lifted 4X4 truck and its loud straight pipe exhaust noise.

Not that Bobbie Jo would have heeded her mothers words anyway – Bobbie Jo was a wild, free-spirited young girl, and waiting inside that truck was the sole object of her attentions.

As she got to the truck, the driver got out and came around to help her climb into the tall vehicle. Once seated, he went around and got in himself, welcomed by a happy, passionate kiss.

“Hi Tommy! Thanks fer picking me up like this!” she said, throwing her arms around his neck. “I was so happy you called, now let’s git outta here!”

With that, he punched the accelerator and the truck roared to life, its huge tires spinning and slinging gravel and dust into the air as the truck took off. The young girl slid across the truck seat to sit closer to him, snuggling into his shoulder as he drove.

“Yore mama shore sounds pissed!” he said.

“Well she’ll git over it. She had chores fer me to do, but I just had to git out of the house fer a spell! It’s soo boring ‘round here sumtimes!” she said.

“Yep, it kin git that-a-way,” he said, “So where ya want ta go, BJ?”

“Why don’t we go over ta Miller’s Lake. It’s hot ‘nuff today, we could go dippin’!”

“Works fer me, you know I ain’t bashful!” he said, grinning. He turned the truck toward the lake and in about twenty-five minutes they had gotten to a place on the lake they both knew well.

Miller’s Lake was actually an old gravel pit that the mining company was made to restore to its previous state. They put in a small beach, a picnic area with tables and a covered patio with barbeque grills, and a park type restroom.

They landscaped the rest of the area planting grass and a few trees to reclaim the site and satisfy the requirements. It was quite a nice little place and the local kids would often come there to swim and party. The state came by twice a year to stock it with fish as well.

On this particular day though, the lake was fairly empty, with just a couple other people at the far end of the lake fishing. Tommy parked his truck and they walked down to the water’s edge. Bobbie Jo waded into the water up to her knees. “Oh damn Tommy, this feels nice. The water is just right.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said, and he sprinted off down the beach, coming back a few minutes later with a canoe and paddle. Bobbie Jo grinned as she saw what he had in mind and as soon as he had brought the boat over to her, she hopped in.

He grabbed a blanket from behind the seat of the truck and then got in the boat and pushed them off, heading for a small island at the other side of the lake. It took about five minutes or so to paddle to the island during which time Bobbie Jo, facing backwards towards Tommy, let her hand slip into the water and splashed a little on her chest and neck to cool her off.

Unfortunately, while the water cooled Bobbie Jo down a bit, it had exactly the opposite reaction for Tommy. He watched as she let the water fall onto her chest and soak her bikini top, the cool water making her young nipples hard as pencil erasers and poke at the fabric of her top as if they wanted to punch holes in it.

Tommy watched the water run down her chest and between her ample breasts.

“Damn BJ, you keep doing that and I ain’t responsible fer what comes next!” he said as he ogled the girl. Bobbie Jo was a very attractive young girl just blossoming into womanhood.

At eighteen years old, she had the looks that made all the boys in town take notice. She was 5’4” tall with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a smile that made the stars jealous and a tight, toned 34-26-34 body that made the women of the town green with envy.

“Izzat so?” she said giggling, “Well we wouldn’t want ya to lose yer ‘spectibility now,” she grinned mischievously, as she ran a wet finger lazily down her cleavage and along the top edge of her bikini cups, teasing him further.

By now Tommy had gotten the canoe just about to the island, so he decided it was time to cool this girl down a bit more. “Okay, I warned ya!” he said, and about that time he rocked the canoe violently, pitching the both of them into the water. Bobbie Jo squealed as she felt herself capsizing.

“That was a dirty trick!” she said when she came back up, sputtering and wiped the water and hair from her face. She came up behind him and dunked his head underwater as he tried to right the canoe. He went under, but got under her and stood back up quickly, pitching her back into the water again. She popped back up a second later laughing as she stood up, the water just covering her breasts.

“Okay, okay, I give!” she said, smiling as she brushed her wet hair out of her face again. Tommy had righted the canoe and put the paddle in it, shoving it hard towards the shore. He turned his attention to the girl in the water. He waded over to her and took her in his arms. He brushed the last remaining hair from her face and wiped it off a bit.

Then he leaned forward and kissed her deeply and passionately. Bobbie Jo and Tommy had known each other for most of their lives and everyone in town knew the two of them would always be together. Which was just fine with them, Bobbie Jo thought Tommy was the most handsome boy she had ever known, and Tommy was equally smitten with the beautiful young girl he was holding now.

As he held her tightly to him, he could feel her stiff nipples poking him in the chest and her soft panting breath on his neck. She, in turn, could feel him growing and straining to get at her. The urges of young adulthood were overpowering and were quickly growing out of their control.

While they’d had many “make-out” dates in the past – kissing, and petting, and playing with each other – neither of them had actually had sex up to this point. But the passion and the intimacy of this moment was about to change that.

Tommy took the lead, taking Bobbie Jo by the hand and leading her ashore on the island. Tommy laid out the blanket, which had gotten wet when the canoe tipped but it didn’t matter. It would dry in the warm sun and a wet blanket wasn’t about to slow these two lovebirds down!

They lay down on the wet blanket together. They were on the far side of the small island away from any prying eyes and alone in their own little world.

As Bobbie Jo lay on her back on the blanket, Tommy lay next to her, propped up on one elbow. He ran his free hand over her warm, wet body and Bobbie Jo tingled at every touch.

“Oh, Tommy...” she whimpered. The need in her voice was apparent, even to the inexperienced young Tommy. He looked in her eyes and watched her reaction as his hand moved to her bikini strap, sliding it off her shoulder.

He repeated it with her other shoulder and Bobbie Jo sat up and removed her top. Lying back down, she put her hands to her side and watched as Tommy leaned over and kissed her now freed breasts. As his mouth closed over one nipple she moaned aloud.

“Oh Gawd, Tommy ... ohhh...”

Tommy began licking and sucking and gently biting on the tender bud and Bobbie Jo instinctively reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down harder on her throbbing nipple.

As his mouth and tongue worked on her nipple, Tommy’s hand wandered down between Bobbie Jo’s thighs and began rubbing her young pussy through the fabric of her very short cut-off blue jeans. He had to rub fairly hard because of the thickness of the material, but Bobbie Jo didn’t seem to mind. She opened her legs a bit to allow him access, her own fires now raging as well.

“Oh Tommy...” she moaned as he continued to fondle her now soaked pussy and chew on her aching nipples. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now as her passions became almost intolerable. Her hand reached down to Tommy’s crotch and she found him hard, fully erect, and throbbing. She gripped his cock and she felt the power that young lust gives a boy. She moaned again.

Tommy broke their embrace getting to his knees and began to unbuckle his jeans. Bobbie Jo suddenly sat up, startled.

“Tommy, wait,” she said. He halted what he was doing, surprised at her reaction. “Tommy, do you love me?” she asked, looking him directly in the eyes and searching for a response.

“What?” he said, caught off guard by the question and the timing.

“Do you love me?” she repeated.

“‘Course I do. You should know that by now,” he said.

“Tell me. Tell me, Tommy ... I need ta hear the words. I promised Mama I’d wait ‘til I found some’un who loved me honest afore I...” she looked away embarrassed.

Tommy scooted closer to her. With one hand he moved her face back towards him and up so she could see his face. “Bobbie Jo Wakefield, I love you more’n anything in this here world. Why, I been in love you since we know’d each other. I can’t ‘magine my life without you in it, and I wouldn’t want ta live it anyways. You always been my girl far as I’m concerned, and I ain’t never even looked at another’n.”

Bobbie Jo broke down and began to cry at his words. “Oh Tommy, I been waitin’ to hear that from you for so long. You don’t know how many nights I laid in bed a-wishin’ you’d tell me sumthin’ like that, hopin’ you felt the same way ‘bout me that I did ‘bout you. Tommy Mitchell, I love you. Oh gawd, I love you so much Tommy!” she said, burying her head in his shoulder.

She clung to him like she was drowning and he was her only hope for salvation. She sobbed into his shoulder for a few minutes before composing herself enough to look at him again. He wiped the tears from her eyes and softly kissed her once more.

“Tommy,” she said finally when she had stopped crying, “Please ... I wanna be yore girl ... I want you.” She looked at him her green eyes showing the truth in her words.

A short awkward silence followed. Bobbie Jo moved from lying beside him to kneeling and sitting on her heels but Tommy just stood there. Even though they had just been dangerously close to sex earlier, neither of them could make a move.

Her mind wandered and drifted back to when the two first started having feelings for each other, remembering some of their “make out” dates and the way she wanted him even back then. The warm tingly feeling again spread between her legs until she couldn’t take it anymore. She knew she would have to make the first move.

Bobbie Jo took Tommy’s hand, looking at him and whispered, “Please fuck me, Tommy.”

It was the first time she had used the word. She had never felt like using before but it seemed right now. It gave her a strange little thrill too.

He licked his lips and asked, “Are you sure?”

“More’n anything Tommy. I want you ta make me your girl.”

She stood up and grinned at him, sliding her hands up her long legs as she stood up. She slowly brought her hands towards the center of her hips, forming a triangle as if framing her pussy for him. She moved up and began unbuttoning her all too short “Daisy Duke” shorts.

She peeled them away partially, revealing her pink lacy panties to him for the first time. She finished taking off her shorts, wriggling the tight garment over her hips and letting them fall down around her ankles. Now dressed only in her panties, she paused for a second.

Bobbie Jo felt her heart beating like Mama’s sewing machine and her breathing coming in short pants. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed and she felt a bit lightheaded. Tommy too, was feeling different than normal.

His heart was racing as well and he felt his cock getting hard and stiff as he watched Bobbie Jo’s sexy reveal. He reached down to adjust his jeans to accommodate his growing cock, and Bobbie Jo saw his discomfort. She knew she was getting to him and she liked it.

She took a deep breath and prepared to remove the final vestige of her modesty. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her hips and dropped them to her ankles, stepping out of them and standing in front of him now completely open and exposed.

Tommy looked at the beauty before him and swallowed hard. “Y-You shore are beautiful BJ,” he stammered.

Kneeling down next to him again, she grinned and slid her hands up his legs, lingering just long enough to drive him crazy. When she finally reached his fly, he was practically squirming.

“Now it’s my turn ta see you!” she said, playfully.

She slowly pulled down the zipper of his jeans and tugged the pants down off his body. It was tough work with him lying down but he raised his hips and they came off easily enough.

Tommy’s large bulge could clearly be seen through his boxers and Bobbie Jo gingerly rubbed it through the fabric. A groan escaped his lips. She was surprised at just how hard it felt, as if a warm, iron rod had been placed into the middle of his cock.

Now, it was time to remove the boxers and see what was causing this enormous bulge. She tugged them down over his knees and tossed them over onto the rest of their clothes, then turned back to look at his bare cock.

It was the first one she had ever seen, aside from a few pictures in some dirty magazines she had snuck from her big brother’s room. It was nearly the color of Tommy’s skin but a little bit pinker.

Bulging veins ran throughout its length, pumping the blood that made it nice and hard. She had no idea how big Tommy’s cock was, but it looked huge. Thinking about it pushing inside her pussy made her breath catch in her throat.

“Oh, Tommy,” she said, “Can I ... touch it?”

“Shore,” he said, just as shy and unsure as she was about what was happening.

The head mushroomed out over the shaft and was leaking a small amount of pre-cum. She rolled her fingertips across it, gathering the stickiness on her fingers. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.

She brought it to her nostrils and inhaled his musky scent. She nearly coughed on the odor, surprisingly potent. It seemed to trigger another part of her sex-charged body, though, making her mouth fill with saliva.

Her right hand started to move of its own volition. At first, she simply brushed her fingertips along its surface. It felt like skin but a bit more velvety and looser in spots. Tommy moaned loudly as she trailed from his head down to his balls, dancing lightly through his pubic hair.

Finally, she grasped it gently along the shaft. It twitched when she did, making her gasp and almost let go. She moved her thumb to its head and rubbed across it. This part was much smoother, especially with the pre-cum she was spreading around. Tommy’s hips began to buck violently.

Bobbie Jo quickly pulled her hand away. She wasn’t ready for this to be over quite yet. The look on Tommy’s face almost made her reconsider, a mix of anger and despair. It would all be worth it in the end. The longer the build-up, the better the payoff, right? She sure hoped so because her pussy was itching to be touched and it was all she could do to keep from hopping up on him and demand he shove his cock inside her pussy.

She stuck her thumb in her mouth and tasted Tommy for the first time. It was a unique taste, warm and salty and thick. Whatever its flavor, her tongue’s interpretation of it seemed to be linked directly to her pussy, sending a warm surge of pleasure trembling through her.

Tommy’s face had changed to one of shock. She grinned at him. Her voice took on a sultry tone, “You taste wonderful.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from!” he said, with a more self-confident smile.

She accepted his invitation without hesitation, and dropped to her knees between his spread legs and took his cock into her mouth. Her senses were immediately overwhelmed. It smelled like him, but there was something else mixed in, something she assumed was the smell of his pre-cum.

The taste was similar, like sweaty skin and the saltiness she had got a taste of earlier. But it was the feeling of the cock in her mouth that was the strangest thing, yet also the most exciting. It filled her in a way that felt right, her lips and tongue wrapped around her boyfriend’s shaft lovingly. She wasn’t sure what to do exactly, so she just started to suck and bob her head along its length.

This alone was enough to send him careening over the edge, all the anticipation of this moment finally exploding out of him. He didn’t even get to warn her, just the rough hand on the back of her head and the violent thrusting into her mouth. A dozen spurts of thick, salty cum spurted out of him and into her mouth and throat.

It made her panic a bit at first until she thought to breathe through her nose. It still wasn’t easy. The taste of his cum and the muskiness of his body odor was overwhelming enough that it almost made her choke. She somehow managed to get it all down without much leaking out, but it took several swallows.

The whole time she was doing this, Tommy was moaning and grunting from both the sheer effort of pushing out so much cum and the forcefulness of the best orgasm of his short life. He was practically face-fucking his girlfriend and forcing her down onto his cock, but it was almost out of his control. His body had just taken over.