One time Logan and I went to visit this nature center. It was a mild day during the week and the parking lot was empty. Logan explained that it was because most people parked in the main lot, but we were in an ancillary lot about two miles away because he thought I’d enjoy a walk through the woods. “Maybe if you give me a kiss first,” I said, and naturally he gave me a kiss first. Maybe a hundred kisses, and I was just about ready to go in the backseat.

The path led through a pine forest. The ground was nice and soft with pine straw. The air was so clean and fresh smelling. The only thing was I was still a little excited from making out in the car, and the seam of my jeans was rubbing my clit with every step.

“Maybe we should go back,” I suggested to Logan.

“Why?”

“In case there’s a bear?”

“There could be a bear,” he said. “Or a mountain lion.”

“Really?”

“More likely we’ll see some squirrels, or maybe a beaver,” Logan said.

“Beaver,” I repeated, conscious again of my erect clit. “How come they call a girl’s pussy beaver?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said.

“And how come they call a guy’s penis a squirrel? Is it because of his nuts?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said. “I didn’t know they called a guy’s penis a squirrel.”

“I heard that someplace,” I told him. “I heard that for their size male squirrels are very well endowed.”

“Really?” Logan questioned.

“Take yours out so I can compare,” I told him.

“You want to compare my penis to a squirrel’s?” he said.

“No, I just want to see your penis. If you take it out now, when we get to that big tree up ahead, I’ll suck it.”