After I’d spent time in Illinois and lost my virginity to the nympho next door whose Air Force hubby was in Germany, I went back home and renewed my acquaintance with an old girlfriend, Pam. Her parents and mine, I honestly believe, had ideas that she and I would end up married. We liked each other a lot and had great times together, but at 19 (me) and 18 (her) we really didn’t see that in either of our futures. However, it allowed us some leeway that we may not have had otherwise. So far, that had not included sex.

One summer weekend her family and mine stayed at a lake cabin owned by my mother’s boss. Pam and I were neck deep out in the lake. I came up behind her and pulled her to me. Nuzzling her ear, I ran my hands up and slipped them into her bikini top, kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples. “Steve!” she exclaimed softly, “Our parents are on the porch! They’ll see us!”

“They can’t see below the water and they like us being close. This is making them very happy,” I replied. With that I slid one hand down across her flat belly and into her bikini bottoms with the middle finger going right into her slit. She gasped and spread her legs slightly to allow better access. As she leaned back against me, I began fingering her clit, alternating with dipping into her now juicy well. The water washed some off, but she was making enough to keep things slick. My dick hardened and pressed against the crack of her ass. She sighed and reached back to massage it through my swim trunks.

“Remember the time we almost did it?” I asked, referring to a few months prior when she and I had almost given our virginities to each other, only to be interrupted by a sheriff’s deputy.

“Oh, God, yes,” she giggled. “I’m glad we didn’t. It would have been a disaster.” I had to agree, since we’d both learned later from experienced partners.

“Well, I want you now. I could fuck you standing here in the lake with our parents watching,” I breathed into her ear. Her grip on my dick tightened as she moaned slightly.

“No,” she replied. “We’d lose it and they’d notice. Besides, you don’t have a rubber with you.” A moment’s pause and she asked, “Do you?”

I chuckled, “Nope, but I have several in my room. Let’s go.” With that I let go of her and headed for the shore, the cool lake water rapidly shrinking my dick. After a moment of regaining her composure and straightening her bikini, she followed. I dried off as best I could, went inside to the bathroom, then stopped off at my room for a couple of rubbers that hid quite nicely in the key pocket of my trunks. Back out on the porch I announced that I wanted to take the patio boat to the marina for a milkshake and asked if anyone wanted to go. Pam said she wanted to and asked her little brother Mike, who declined. Mike was an odd kid who cared little for boats and sweet foods, and I was hoping he wouldn’t want to join us. Of course, our parents didn’t want to go, either. Dad gave me some money and we were off.

The lake was a dammed river and had thousands of sloughs, some small, some large. Some you could take a boat into and be hidden from the rest of the lake. There was one that the patio boat fit into perfectly. Far enough in to hide most of the boat, but the back end remained visible to the lake so people out there would know the slough was occupied. Folks would go into them to nap, eat, fish, etc. General rule of lake etiquette was you don’t go into an occupied slough.

I dropped the anchor as she laid out seat cushions on the forward deck. We lay down in each other’s arms and began kissing. After our brief session in the lake earlier we were both instantly ready to finally consummate our friendship. Heedless of the possibility there may be people in the woods around us, we quickly stripped our suits off. She was a skinny thing, but had nicely shaped breasts with pert, pink nipples. Her pussy hair was dense, but she had obviously trimmed it. Her inner lips peeked out for attention. I lay there next to her for a moment, admiring her and stroking my fingertips over her. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Just enjoying the view,” I replied.

Bending over, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, lightly gripping it with my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. She sighed and ran her fingers into my hair. My hand slid down across her pubic bush, it was so soft, and her legs parted as my finger slipped between her lips. She was wet and hot. I spread her juices around, soaking her entire pussy. Every time I brushed her clit her hips jerked up. Her breathing was heavy and rapid now as I moved over to her other nipple. Various sighs and moans came with each exhalation.

I left her breasts and began kissing my way down her belly. As I passed her navel, she grabbed my head and asked what I was doing. “Going down on you,” I replied.

“You want to do that?” she asked.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t done it before. Have you?”

“Yes. I really enjoy it and I think you will too.”

She closed her eyes, laid back, and released my head. I could feel a tenseness about her as I continued my journey across her bush to her pussy. When I reached it, I lightly flicked my tongue over her lips from top to bottom as her legs opened wider to accommodate my presence. That caused the bottom of her slit to open, revealing her sopping wet woman’s well that smelled so delicious. My tongue snaked out, slipping into it, then pressing the tip firmly against her I slid it up and over her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips. Placing a thumb on each lip, I spread her pussy open until her clit was standing tall. Lightly I flicked it as I had previously done to her nipples. Her hands grabbed my hair as her hips lifted and she gasped loudly. In a few seconds she let out a long groan, followed by my name, “OooSteeve. God, oh God,” as her body convulsed and trembled in orgasm. Pussy juice ran down the crack of her ass and soaked my chin. As she relaxed, I moved my mouth down and sucked up a good quantity of it.

Swallowing some, I moved up over her, bringing my mouth down on hers. My tongue, drenched in her wetness, slipped between her lips. She hesitated a moment before opening her mouth to receive it. Then she sighed through her nose and began kissing like she had never kissed me before. It was like she was licking herself from the insides of my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I pulled a condom out of my trunks. She grabbed it from me, tore it open and rolled it down my shaft, and then she lay back with her legs spread wide, knees bent and arms open. I moved over her, and my dick found its place seemingly of its own accord.

As I slid down into her, she brought her legs up and dug her heels into my butt, pulling me tight against her with her arms as she buried her face into my neck and squealed into my collarbone. Dear God, she was tight! A new experience after the Illinois nympho. She sounded like she was crying as she pumped up to meet me with every stroke. I know now that she was still climaxing from the oral orgasm. It didn’t take me long, a dozen strokes or so, and I dumped myself into the condom. We basically froze there like that, me pushed as deep into her as I could go, her lifted up tight to meet me, arms and legs locked around me, both quivering in orgasm.

After an indeterminate time, I realized I was shrinking, so I pulled out. She groaned at the loss as her arms and legs released their grip. I rolled over beside her and sat up. Geez, she looked so hot, her breasts, belly and inner thighs bright pink from friction, wet pussy spread and glistening, eyes glazed, mouth open, breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. Kneeling, I slipped the condom off and tossed it into the lake. Taking her hands, I pulled her up to a long, deep kiss. She ran her hands over my dick, squeezing out the remnants of semen, then lifted them up to inspect it. She rubbed it between her fingers, looked at it closely and sniffed it. I thought for a moment she was going to taste it, but she didn’t. The nympho had seemed to enjoy the taste, but I didn’t ask Pam to try it.

We jumped into the lake to rinse off, then cleaned the cushion of her juice, donned our suits, and went for milkshakes.

The next morning, we were all sitting around the breakfast table loaded with scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, toast, and pancakes. Pam and I kept stealing glances at each other, and she definitely had a certain sparkle in her eye. I was reliving our encounter on the patio boat yesterday when her mom spoke up.

“Why don’t you and Pam have a picnic lunch in the woods,” she suggested. “We’re going to be frying up some chicken and your mom’s making potato salad. We’ll pack you kids a basket and you two can have an old-fashioned picnic.”

Holy cow! I’d been wracking my brain trying to figure out how we could get together for another round of fucking and here was her mother handing it to us. I watched my parents for their reactions out of the corner of my eye and saw nothing. Her dad had no reaction either. I got a little weirded out for a moment, wondering if maybe they knew what was up and were so anxious for us to get hitched that they’d actually push us into situations where we could have sex in hopes I’d knock her up.

“No, no. Calm down. That isn’t happening. They don’t have a clue. This is just part of them herding us into a relationship for their own ends. Sex isn’t on the table here,” I had to tell myself.

“Ooo, fried chicken! I’m in,” I said with a grin.

“Sounds like fun. Thanks, Mom,” Pam replied.

Early that afternoon, basket and blanket in hand, we waved to them as we hiked up the road and over the rise to find a suitable (private and secluded) place. In about a quarter mile there was a gate in the fence with the faint remains of a truck path leading out into a pasture. We knew it hadn’t been used in quite a while because half the culvert was washed out and no farm pickup would be able to cross it. Off in the distance, about another quarter-mile, was a stand of trees. It looked like as good a place as any.

Sure enough, there was essentially a ring of trees with shrubbery undergrowth that surrounded and shaded a small area in the middle. We squeezed through a narrow opening, then I spread the blanket out and we lay down on our sides facing each other.

“Yesterday was wonderful,” Pam said.

“Yeah. Very wonderful,” I replied.

“Have you been with a lot of girls?” she asked. At first, I wanted to claim great sexual prowess, but really felt the need to be honest with her. After all, she was a good friend first.

“No, just one woman that lived next door in Illinois. Her husband was overseas in the Air Force and she really enjoyed sex. I think I happened to be convenient for her, not complaining you understand.”

“I’ve only been with the guy in Kansas. He was my friend’s neighbor and really cute. I figured it would be safe for him to be my first since I probably would never see him again. That way if it was awful, it wouldn’t be embarrassing for long,” she explained. “We had sex a few times. It was good, but nothing like yesterday. Was I as good as your Illinois neighbor?”

I really didn’t like all this chatter, especially the topic. She seemed to be having some insecurity. “Pam, I never felt anything like what I felt yesterday with you. She had lots of experience and we did more things than what you and I have done, and she felt different, you know, when I was in her, but there is really no comparison.”

“What kind of things?” Pam asked.

Oh, geez. “Well, she showed me how to go down on her like I did to you. And she did the same to me. Plus, we did a lot of different positions. I even tried something she’d not had done to her before and she liked it.”

“What was that?” Pam asked again.