I wondered again, as I had every ten minutes for the last two hours, why you had led me on this walk.  The forest trail was beautiful, certainly, but you hadn't explained any further..."Let's go for a walk,"  was all you said.  I was a little surprised because you hadn't spoken much to  me since you started dating other guys, and you hadn't shown any interest in spending time with me in a year or more. That was a very confusing year...when your best friend for the last twelve years stops  visiting, you have to wonder what you did to drive them away. You never would speak to me about it, though. You actually never spoke to me at all about anything. Until last night you asked to have a sleep over with me like when we were kids, and being the person I am who still missed you and had a  soft place in his heart for you, I couldn't do anything but oblige.

 The forest was dark and quiet, crowded with thick trees that shaded the forest floor. Spears of sunlight shone through here and there. I could almost *feel* the green of the forest...the slow growth that had been growing for centuries. The musty scent of moss permeated the air, competing with the clean healthy smell of the natural surroundings. The trail wound around a grove of trees, and the subliminal little gurglings that had pestered the edge of my hearing became a little louder, and I finally realized that the sound I had unconsciously been trying to place was rush of a shallow stream over half submerged rocks.  I still couldn't see it, but I knew that stream had something to do with our trek. As the path led over a small hill, the sound became abruptly louder, and I saw the stream, a lovely little brook that wandered this way and that, as aimless as that silent walk we had been sharing. You turned to me, your chest length blonde hair shining radiantly from the small patches of afternoon sunlight that poked through the leaves above, and said "Not much further. Maybe only ten minutes."  Those were the first words you had said to me in almost an hour, but what was so wonderful was merely the sound of your voice, not the content of your words. Though I still tried to get the romantic thoughts off my head that were induced by this place,  probably MORE induced by the sight of YOU again. I didn't want to impose myself on you only to find out that my affections were not wanted and that our friendship could be affected by that.

 I began to drift backwards in time again, thinking of all the years we had spent together, since that first  summer when your family moved in three houses down from ours, since that lazy summer when we were 7 years old.  I had never known any friend who understood me so completely, who comprehended the feelings and emotions I endured while we grew up together.  When I broke up with a girlfriend, you were always there to hold me as I sobbed, and I was there to do the same for you when you lost your boyfriends. I always wondered why we never dated, but somehow I think we both knew that if *we* were to break up, there would be no one there to console us, which would be far worse than the transitory pain of losing yet another lover.

 The trail followed the brook pretty closely, venturing no more than a few feet away at any time...we
 were forced to go single file because it was so thin.  I didn't mind when you took the lead...we never did compete at anything, I reminisced.  I also didn't mind the view...you were always one of the prettiest girls in school, although I was convinced that none of your boyfriends appreciated you properly.  They only saw the clean, well defined features of your face, the slender but enticing lips and your lovely pale blue eyes.  They saw your fair skin and your feminine arms and hands (always with perfectly trimmed, long nails, unpainted except for special occasions) and your slim waist as objects of their desire, to be coveted for personal satisfaction. They never knew you as I did, the shy romantic girl who was secretly very saddened to have such an attractive body that these 'men' never slowed down long enough to love you with their minds and hearts instead of their loins.  I can remember the pain you suffered as each of them turned  out to want exactly what all the others wanted, and no more.

 As you walked in front of me, I had to admire your courage, wearing that lovely light cotton sun dress on this walk...the forest towered over us like some threatening but slumbering demon, and the ground below us was uneven and dirty. You always used to be practical about these sorts of things!  I guess I didn't mind all that much, though, because it showed off your figure like no hiking shorts ever could...even though your legs were hidden beneath the flowing cotton.

 You turned your head slightly to face me as we walked, and said "It's just ahead. Another few yards...around that hill off to the right." As we neared the hill, the path led away from the stream, which made me a little wistful...its constant muttering was very consoling in the absence of any conversation from you. I watched the stream recede into the distance, and before I knew it, you were slowing down, turning to me silently, and pointing. I followed your arm to see a quiet  little pond, maybe 30 or 40 feet across, fed at one end by a three-foot waterfall, and draining at another into the stream we had been following for the last ten minutes.  A narrow beach surrounded the grotto, shaded everywhere by the same dense trees that had sheltered our walk all the way.  Little glints of sunlight gave enough light to see your face. Something was wrong, but I didn't know what it was.

 I walked closer to you, to hold you so you could tell me what was troubling you, as I had done so many times before, but as I got within arms' reach of you, you held up your right hand, placing it gently on my left shoulder, lightly tracing my bones and muscles.  Then you slid it around my neck, and pulled me closer, and I found your other arm around me, and before I knew it, i was looking down into your eyes, as you turned your face up to mine...my heart was pounding so loud that the rustling of the trees was drowned. Our lips seemed drawn to each other's without any will from us, and as they met, I knew what it was I had been missing for so long.

 Suddenly panic washed over me, and I pulled away from you, shamed that you could see the terror in my eyes, but I could not stop looking at you.  You looked so hurt, as if you had gambled everything and lost.  I stood rooted to my spot, unable to move closer or farther.  You took a step to bridge the gap between us, and I still couldn't move as you reached out and took my right hand in yours.  You pulled it up to your neck, and ran the back of my hand over the skin left exposed above the top of your dress, and then I felt an electric thrill run through me as you turned my hand over and ran it between your breasts, and then over one, pausing for a moment as the edge of my index finger dragged across your nipple.  It was hard, and I saw you shudder gently when it sprang free from my finger.  I had lost control of my body...my hands were slaves to yours, and I watched with silent detachment as you pulled my hand up to the strap on your right shoulder, and slipped my finger under it, pulling upward and to the side so that the strap fell, limp against your arm. The bare skin exposed on your shoulder screamed to me that there was nothing beneath the top of your dress, and my eyes were drawn to the shape of your full breasts as I realized that the mounds there were covered by nothing but light cotton.

 You repeated this on the left side, and I trembled with expectation, but your dress clung to you, glued to your skin by the many beads of perspiration that dotted your body.  You reached out with your other hand and put both of my hands on your waist, and pushed in slightly, and downward, sliding your dress to the ground.  As my hands passed over the curve of your hips, I felt only smooth skin, and I realized that there was *nothing* under your dress.  My hands shook as if gripped in an earthquake as the last of your dress slithered away, revealing all of your body to my hungry eyes. It was everything I had imagined.  The creamy white smoothness of your face covered you from head to toe, except for the two strawberry red circles atop your breasts, and the tuft of light blond hair at the intersection of your legs.

 You stood there, unmoving, only a foot away from me, as I reached out, finally able to move, and I touched your nipples again. I saw you tremble a bit, as you reached up and pulled my right hand off of your breast, and pulled the left one to you a bit harder.  I let you guide my right hand downward, still caressing your breast with my left.  I felt the softness of your hair run past my right hand as you pushed my hand between your legs, and finally I took over, sliding my finger gently along the edges of your lips, feeling the wetness and the heat pouring from you. My desire grew and grew until I thought I would burst, but I contained it.  I still could not believe we were doing this.

 Finally you turned away from me slowly, taking my hand from you gently, and you pulled me towards a larger patch of the beach, and downward to the soft mossy ground that awaited us.  You laid down wordlessly, pulling me along.  I laid down next to you, hovering over your body, not knowing where to start.  I ran my hands over you from shoulder to thigh while you shivered beneath my touch, and my hand found its way to your womanhood again, and this time a finger slipped in, causing you to let out a short, low gasp.  I leaned my face down to yours, and kissed you again.  As my tongue slipped gently into your mouth, I tasted the sweetness that was your breath, and felt the soft candy that was your tongue.  I gently slipped my finger out of you, but not all the way, and slipped it back in, and you surged under me, almost making our kiss break apart.  As out lips lingered against each other, I pulled mine away from yours, and leaned farther down to kiss your breasts.  I ran my tongue firmly around your nipple, and pressed my lips against down firmly, sucking gently and nibbling lightly, flicking my tongue over your nipple.  I timed the efforts with my mouth so that they coincided with plunges of my finger, and soon I felt your hands grasping the back of my head, pulling me against you. I felt your body tense more and more with each stroke, until your back arched and you clutched me tightly to your chest, with a rush of air inward and a long, trembling hug.

 When you finally relaxed your grip on me, I propped myself up on my elbow, looking into your eyes and smiling.  You looked at me with the love and desire I had always wanted to see in my lovers, but had always missed.  "I want you," was what I heard, unbelieving.  "This has always been a dream of mine," you said to me.  "Make it come true."  I stood up slowly, and began to undress myself before you.  I wanted to rip my clothes off, but the feeling of happiness and the elegance of what you had arranged made me do it slowly.  Finally I was naked before you, and still not believing what was happening.  I laid down again beside you, wanting to prolong the moment, but as soon as I was settled, you reached down, taking me into your hands, pulling me towards our union.  I leaned over you, settling my weight onto my hands, as you positioned my loins to enter you.  My arms shook so much that I almost fell.  As I felt  my tip brush against the warmth and wetness, you stopped me.  "Be gentle," you said.  "I've never done this before."

 I was shocked.  "All those boyfriends...but...but you're 22...and American...I mean...How?!!!" was all I could manage.  You looked deep into my eyes.

 "I tried," you said, "but even when it got this far, I couldn't go through with it.  They still weren't you.  That's what finally broke up all the boyfriends I ever had and me...we got to this point, and each was where you are now, but I had to stop him. He never forgave me for that. But I just couldn't go through with it."

 "I don't know what to say..."

 "You don't need to say anything.  I know how you feel about me."  Your eyes were shining, almost
 filled with tears.

 "You know this is isn't my first time. And you also know that I've been heartbroken too much that I can't love any longer. You know all about what I've been through in chat and real life. You know that the only thing I could ever give to a woman ever again is only unlimited passion and endless affection and ultimate respect. But I can't ever give love"  I felt awful.  I knew that was the wrong thing to say, but I had to be honest with you.

 You only nodded, and pulled me a little farther into you. I stopped, and pulled away a bit.  "This isn't safe..." but you nodded your head, a tear rolling out of your eye. You managed a weak smile. Yes it is."  I knew then how thorough your planning had been, and how much  this meant to you. To me, I realized.

 Then you pulled again, and I slid forward, into you, almost effortlessly.  I heard your gasp and felt your hands leave my waist and slide up to my shoulders. Your nails dug into me slightly as our hips touched, and I raised my head up enough to look into your eyes, as tears streamed from them in happiness. We kissed the light kiss of intimacy, our tongues playing on each other's, and then plunged into a passionate lock.

 You continued to caress the skin of my stomach and chest.  I felt moisture at the tip of my cock again. As I was deciding what I might do next, You abruptly pulled me into you. Suddenly your arms were around my neck and you were kissing me hungrily, your tongue darting and searching my mouth. My arms encircling your waist as I pulled your body to me. Your breasts felt as though they would bruise my chest, and your tight pussy was grinding against my swollen cock.

 You pulled away from me, Your nostrils flaring, and grasped my two hands firmly, placing them on your breasts. As I caressed you through the thin material of the shirt I could feel your nipples respond. Reaching around to your back, I pulled you ever so closely as  I cupped your breasts, marveling at their firmness and the hardness of the nipples. You were breathing faster now. You opened your eyes very wide and looked full into my face. Never taking your eyes off my face as we kept going and going further.

 I pulled out completely from you before I ran my tongue over your fine bush, savoring the taste; it was sweet and musky at the same time, and as your aroma filled my nostrils my senses became clouded. Impatient with my browsing in your bush, you put your hands at the back of my head and forced my mouth into you.

 I licked your clit, first around the base, then, at your urging, took it into my mouth. You gasped in response. I inserted my tongue into your widening pussy and felt the profusion of your sweet juices flowing. Your legs encircling my head.  The vibration of my voice moaning into you seemed to excite you further as I sucked, licked and caressed your sopping vagina.

 My own excitement was building now again, and I cupped your buttocks as I lifted your pussy into my face, drinking deeply.  You were alternately sobbing and laughing and crying now, clinging desperately to my head and my shoulders as I licked and sucked at your pussy.  I drew back slightly, and caressed your lovely, wet pussy with my hand. Gently I stroked your clitoris and took it between my thumb and forefinger. You moaned in response, writhing before me.  I slid the two fingers of my hand deep into her sopping pussy then another two with them, pressing your clit with my remaining thumb. Your breath came in short, sobbing pants now, and your hips made short thrusting movements. I buried my face again, tongue thrusting deeply into your pussy. Your juice was beginning to cover my face, and your buttocks bucked against my hands.

 All at once you tensed, holding your breath and tightening your legs around my head. I pressed the point of my tongue hard against the base of your erect clit, encircling it.

 "Suck it, please suck it, please, please," you implored between gasping sobs. I took the firm bud
 between my lips and sucked gently, flicking the tip with my tongue. Your body trembled in response
 and your legs tightened even more around my head.

 My ears were ringing now, and I was conscious of nothing but the slipperiness of your juices on my face and in my mouth, and the taste of your engorged pussy. Your gasps and sobs were rising in intensity and pitch as you approached another orgasm. I was dimly aware that my cock was throbbing impatiently, and that my own pre cum was beginning to ooze out from it. I continued to lick, to caress, to thrust with my tongue.

 At last you arched your back grinding your crotch ever harder into my face. The juices poured from your pussy as your cries intensified; with a long wail which increased both in pitch and intensity, you finally reached another climax.

 Your body stiffened, then, after a long moment, you sagged, your buttocks once again on the ground supported by my hands. Your breasts, flushed with your passion, glistened with sweat. Your breathing began to return to normal.

 You sat up and disentangled you legs from my shoulders. You gazed at me seriously and pulled my face to yours. You kissed me deeply, licking your own juices from my face and lips. You held my face between your two hands and peered into my eyes for a moment. I waited, motionless, pondering what you would do next.

 I bent my head to your magnificent breast, taking the nipple in my mouth. As I encircled it with my tongue, I felt you respond, pressing my face into your breast. This time, however, your reaction was different. Your hands, which before had guided me to bring you pleasure, were now busy fondling my balls. You pushed me away all of a sudden before you stood between them, staring at my erect and pulsing member. You stroked the length of the shaft with your tender fingers, then lightly squeezed my balls. I began to feel as though I would burst. You squeezed the base of my cock, smiling impishly. Still grasping my member firmly at the base, you flicked the tip of my penis with your tongue once, twice, then three times, savoring the small drops of fluid emerging from the tip. Gently you kissed the tip of my cock.  Licking your lips once, you surrounded it with your full lips, slowly taking more of me into your mouth. With agonizing slowness you descended upon my swollen member until your lips were at the very base of my cock. The warmth of your mouth and tongue encircled me and made me dizzy with desire.

 Your tongue began to encircle my cock as it was still deep in your warm mouth. Deliberately you raised your head, holding a slight suction as my cock withdrew from your throat. Finally you held just the head in your mouth and you stopped. Your tongue was still busy around the head of my cock as you held it tightly with your lips. Just as I wondered how long I could survive this teasing without cumming, you took more of me into your warm mouth, again to the base of my member. I wondered how you could breathe.

 With increasing speed you moved your mouth up and down the length of my member, first holding just the very tip in your mouth, then taking me deep into your throat. Your tongue seemed to flutter and vibrate against my cock as you moved. In and out your mouth went, making me helpless with pleasure. I had to have you again then.

 I reached again for your pussy. "I have to have you," I moaned. "Please let me make love to you...please..."  You began to make a sound deep in your throat, an animal sound which made my entire crotch vibrate. I knew that I would cum at any moment. You brushed my hand away, continuing to suck and lick my cock.  I threw my head back, unable to hold myself back any longer.

 My body arched convulsively as my orgasm took control. I felt your mouth still holding my cock. You cupped my ass cheeks in your two hands, stroking them, as you sucked me. Your head was moving up and down on my cock, faster and faster, licking, sucking, growling deep in your throat, scraping your teeth up and down the length of my shaft and up to the head of my cock and back down to the base and up and down and up and down and licking and biting and sucking.

 Finally, I came, shooting my semen deep into your throat. You swallowed it and kept sucking, demanding more. My loins continued to pulse, seemingly for hours, with the intensity of that orgasm.

 After a time I withdrew from your warm mouth, feeling the sudden coolness of the surrounding air on my moist cock. You looked at me with satisfaction. As I sat upright on the ground, you drew yourself up to your full height. You were much shorter than me and your breasts were jutted imposingly.

 I stood up and took you into my arms, covering your mouth with mine, cupping your buttocks with my hands, pulling your body to mine. I should have been spent, but I felt a strong desire for you then, a stirring in my loins, as my cock began to rise again. You felt it, and pulled away from me slightly, your eyes wide with wonderment. "You have more left?" you asked, firmly grasping my member as it hardened. "Always" I replied, anxious to enter you.

 "Come," she said, pulling me towards you.  Yo sat me on the ground before you straddled my lap, facing me, and held me tightly with both hands. You simply mounted on me, my cock already fully risen. You lifted your body onto my lap, your legs twining around my waist. You lowered yourself upon my erect member, sighing with satisfaction. Your eyes were closed and she spoke in a dreamy tone of voice saying "I've always wanted this. Always." I wanted to reply: "not more than I did", but instead I quickly slid my tongue against yours. As I plunged my cock inside you with the same rhythm. "Faster," you hissed through clenched teeth.  "Harder."  I increased the speed of my thrusts, you impaled on my cock as we made love. Your long legs encircled my waist tightly, your arms were locked around my neck. At the first deep forceful thrust you moaned slightly and began to grind your body into mine. The second one was faster and deeper, and as we kissed you were sobbing and bouncing on my cock.

 I could feel the slickness of your wet pussy impaled on my throbbing cock. As we rocked back and forth you bounced and ground on my cock with more and more ardor, until we neared another mutual climax.

 Slowly I kept thrusting ever so deeply in and out of you. You, oblivious to any pain I might have involuntarily induced in you from my utterly deep thrusts, still bounced and squirmed on my lap. As I accelerated through my thrusts your passion seemed to increase, until, when I started forceful pounding my cock and out of you so hard and deep that your body was almost thrown off of mine with the force of my thrusts, you had lost all control. Your juices poured copiously from your pussy, liberally coating both of our bodies and the ground beneath us.

 By the time I had the tension building up in my balls, You were uttering loud, inarticulate animal cries as you bounced and squirmed, impaled on my now hard as steel member. Your shapely legs, twined around my waist, were forcing the breath out of me. Your fingers scraped convulsively at my back, and I was sure that you had drawn blood. Your hungry mouth locked onto mine and your tongue busily explored the inside of my mouth.

 As I finally roared and erupted into you, your teeth bared and flashing in the sunlight. You clasped me tightly, as though seeking to extract the very last drop of pleasure from me. We both held our breath as we sat there on the ground. I could feel the strong muscles of your pussy contracting rhythmically on my cock as you seemed to draw me up into your body.

 I was grasping at you now, cupping your buttocks in my hands, collecting handfuls of our mingled juices and spreading them on our chests and faces. You were stroking my cock with your pussy, lifting slowly off my lap, until I was barely inside you. You lowered herself on me, burying me deep inside you, then raised back up again with agonizing slowness. With each stroke you increased your speed, until at last you were thrusting up and down on my cock like crazy. Your gasping sobs mingled with mine now, as we approached orgasm.

 We climaxed noisily, me pumping burning spurts of come into your swollen pussy, you demanding more and more. I kept erupting inside you with reckless abandon till you were satisfied at last. We sat there for a long moment, entwined in each other's arms on the ground, as our breathing returned to normal. The flush of arousal which had spread across your cheeks and down across your breasts was fading. The sun had sunk behind the hill to our right and I knew that there would be a chill in the air soon.