Prologue

"Do you ever wish..."

"What?" Mark's voice was soft, almost too soft because the crickets were loud. The frogs too.

"I don't know," I giggled, feeling a little foolish.

"Stephy," Mark sighed.

We were at our special place, which wasn't so special by itself. Just an old broken down covered bridge across a creek swollen with spring rains. But it was clear tonight and the moon was a friendly crescent, giving us just enough light to see each other and all the stars. It wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.

The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick warm comforter we'd doubled over. We'd spent a lot of time on that comforter, mostly on the grass, which was nice and soft, but it had been raining most of the day. We contented ourselves with the back of the truck, lying close together with Mark's left arm beneath me, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his firm warm chest.

We were both naked and we might have been cold, because it was still winter in Canada and the wind was from the north, but we'd been kissing and touching and I felt nothing but the heat inside me. And I was in love, hopelessly probably, or desperately maybe, some kind of love. I didn't know what sort it was, only that I loved it. I loved being in love and there was so much of it. That was what I wanted to say.

"Do you love me?" I asked, just because I wanted to hear Mark say it.

"Yeah." He smiled, looking straight up. "I love you."

"We should tell someone," I decided, sucking my lips afterwards, breathing through my nose.

"Tell someone?" Mark chuckled. "You're fifteen, Stephy."

"So?" I turned on my side, sliding my left leg over both of his legs, sliding it up so my knee found his penis, semi-hard and warm.

"So ... Nothing," Mark shrugged, he was just turned seventeen himself. "Who do you want to tell?"

"Someone special." I rubbed his taut stomach, feeling the soft short hair just beneath his belly button.

"You want to share it?" Mark asked me, because he knew me better than anyone, and we'd talked like this before. Sort of.

"I just..." I blinked, trying to think of the right words.

"Sometimes I love you so much, I think I'm dying," Mark said after a minute of quiet.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You're like ... Hmmm..."

"I'm like what?" I giggled, rubbing his cock a little with my knee, just to see if he'd get harder.

"Like one of your mom's pies," Mark said seriously and I laughed. "No, I mean like her best pie ever."

"I'm a pie?" I rolled my eyes and pressed my teeth against his chest, just on the side by his armpit where he was soft.

"No, okay ... Like if you had the best pie in the world, the most perfect one ever, what would make it better?"

"Ummm..." I didn't bite him. "Ice cream?"

"I'm serious, come on." Mark squeezed me.

"Okay, okay ... Um, I don't know." I shrugged. "What?"

"Sharing it." Mark nodded. "Watching someone else take a bite and seeing the look on their face, you know?"

"Yeah." That made a lot of sense.

"And you could say, 'Isn't that the best pie in the world?' and they'd nod and smile and..." Mark sighed. "That's the only thing that would make this better for me."

"For us." I kissed him, his chest and I had to brush long black hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah, us." Mark smiled. "I want to share you."

"That's what I was trying to say," I giggled.

"I know."

"Can we do it?"

"I don't know." Mark thought about it while I reached for his cock, playing with it slowly.

He was playing with my breast, stroking the side of my left tit with his fingers and sometimes giving me little squeezes. Mark's cock was hardening, filling my hand as I massaged him gently, back and forth, feeling it hot and hard and thick for me now. I licked his skin with my tongue, moving my head because I was always hot for him. I couldn't be this close for this long without wanting him.

"It has to be somebody like us," Mark said and I nodded. "Somebody we can love, and who loves us."

"Yeah." I kissed his nipple.

"Do you want a girlfriend?" Mark looked at me, and then turned his body onto his left side so that he was facing me. "Or another boyfriend?"

"I don't care," I told him truthfully, moving my hips, getting closer and putting my left leg over his hip. "What do you want?"

"Whatever," Mark shrugged. "The person is all that counts."

"You'd kiss a boy?"

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "If I love him. Would you kiss a girl?"

"Sure." I nodded, reaching behind me, narrowing my eyes as I found Mark's cock and tried to fit it between my open legs.

"I mean would you love another girl?" Mark was smiling at me in the thin moonlight.

"Well, yeah. That's what I meant." I wriggled my hips. "You're not helping."

"Sorry." He chuckled. "I didn't know what you were doing."

"Ha!" I snorted. "I do need another boyfriend maybe."

"Maybe." Mark kissed me gently on the lips. "Here ... Uhhhh ... there..."

He moved and I rubbed his cockhead across my small moist sex. I felt him pushing so that his cock finally found purchase, and I gasped loudly as the swollen head split my pussy and pressed against the soft walls just inside.

"Slow ... Kay?" I whispered and Mark nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too." He pulled me tighter, so that my breasts were flattened against his muscular chest, my nipples itching and sensitive to the pressure.

I kissed him tenderly at first, but then harder as Mark pushed more of his cock inside me. He was so large, too large it seemed like at first, but it would get better soon. We'd done this before, many times since my last birthday, almost exactly a year ago, and it always felt uncomfortable at first. Just like it always felt so good at the end.