Unknown - Diary of Her Sexual Awakening

Dear Diary,

Here is the turning point. If it hadn't been someone as mature and caring as Dave, I might have decided life was no longer worth living. As I note below, I am reminding myself what a wonderful person he has turned out to be.

Looking up at me, Dave just smiled. Now that I was spent and my orgasm complete, I was coming down to reality. I knew that he was awake and the hope that he would sleep through this was shattered. Any other man would have never even come close to waking up, but for my thrusts against him while I shuddered in my orgasm had jolted him. Heck I could have probably straddled him and rode him till he exploded deep inside of me and he wouldn't have woke up, but in my excitement, I had shaken the bed with my quivering body. Wow was this getting complicated. Dave just raised one finger to his lips indicating for me to shush, and asked if I might not want to use the bathroom and take a shower. I just nodded my head yes and started to turn away, when he asked to stop a second and talk. In a whisper, I told him that he must hate me and be angry for the way that I acted. Dave replied, "no, in fact I am anything but in hate for you. What you have done is to fulfill the need of both yourself and another person. There is nothing that is more wonderful and beautiful in this world then two people showing such closeness. In all your beauty and caring, how can one hate? It is so much better to give than receive and you have given me the sexual pleasure of your attention. What more could a man pray for?" I cried that it had all been a mistake. I promised to never do it again. He looked up at me and when our eyes met, we knew that would be a lie. At that moment we cared for each other more than just as friends. But we knew that we could always go back to just being friends, should either one of us decided we needed to. We would never loose the memory of the closeness and open feelings they had, but I had to get him to promise to never say anything to anyone. He laughed, "Who could I tell?" "It would get me into more trouble than you. Remember you are underage. In actuality you have me in your power. I am yours to command… to a point. If humanly possible I will do anything for you, just to have you remain."

Dear Diary,

As I said earlier, isn't he just the most beautiful person? I have always dreamed of being close to someone I could tell (and yes, act out) my most private feelings. I am so glad that I have him for a friend!

I then left to use the bathroom. When I stepped into the shower, and where I felt I might have been washing to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature enough to handle them.

Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Stacey had awaken and would figured she would soon be over into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting forth through the material. As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again. The taste of his semen was a special memory in my mouth, where I savored it and it caused small electrical pulses to course throughout my body again. Just them Stacey came bouncing into the room. She asked if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike today. I asked her, " Sure! If your father or mother taking us?" Stacey said, " Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at least two more days. Why?"I casually replied, "I was just curious because your dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with." Stacey said, "Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way, bring some an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the woods and we might convince dad if we can go swimming in it."

We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck toward Potters Dam. It was a wonderful day out, with the sun shining ever so brightly. As we veered around a particularly sharp bend, I found myself leaning against Dave. Rather than draw away, I kept myself close to him. I glanced over at Stacey and saw her looking away toward the mountains in the distance. I sneaked my hand over and gently squeezed Daves crotch, while I kept my eyes trained on Stacey to insure she wasn't looking.

When we arrived at the entrance to the parking area, we noticed other hikers were already there so we parked as far from them as possible. Grabbing our gear we headed off toward the blind mans bluff.

It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Dave managed to help us whenever we needed it and we soon were deep into the woods. We came up on a wide area overlooking the river that fed into the lake below. Hearing shouts and taunts, we went farther around the bend and could see the entire river basin from there.

Looking down, Stacey and I were both surprised to see four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the river.

They were racing to the edge, jumping out and then diving back in. I could see their small claims to manhood bouncing up and down as they ran to and fro. Stacey just stared open mouthed. I looked over at her and replied, "Hey you better close that mouth or one of them boys might find something to fill it with."

Stacey just continued to stare for a few moments, and than turned to me and said" Ha! It'd take all four of them to even satisfy me, let alone you!" It was then Stacey remembered her father was standing behind them. She corrected herself and said, " I mean… like when I'm older…" Dave just chuckled and said, "ain't if wonderful to be young. I'm going to go on a little farther, you two can catch up in a second."

We continued to watch the boys splash around for a few minutes and joked at each other about which one of the boys would grow up and satisfy us the most. The boys must have been from a nearby town, as neither of us knew any of them, yet one boy stood out in the crowd. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, and had definitely reached puberty. His masculinity was obvious, even from the distance that we watched. After about five minutes of casual comments on the boys we then went on down the trail and caught up with Stacey's father.

As we traversed farther into the woods, butterflies crossed our path and red wing blackbirds were flying around. A squirrel passed just in front of us and we continued over the trail toward the lake. Stacey was looking up at the robins building a next up in a tree when she fell over a hidden root and twisted her ankle. Her sharp cry brought Dave back immediately. He picked her up and carried her toward a clearing at the edge of the lake. Gently he set her down and removed her tennis shoe and examined how bad her foot might be. He found no visible damage but told her to stay off it for a few minutes. He said we needed a break anyway. Stacey made herself comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Stacey said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if she rested there and read some of her book while she relaxed. Dave and I glanced at each other and we both said simultaneously, that we didn't mind. Dave said he was going to take a quick walk along the edge of the lake, and I offered to go with him. As we went out of sight, Dave called back to Stacey for her to just yell if she needed them, as he would be within shouting distance, and to not get on her foot until we came back and he checked it out.

Dear Diary,

Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back home, my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big brat. If only he would grow up. God, it seemed boys never matured! He just stormed into my room, without knocking or anything. At least I was able to put you away before he realized what I was writing. I will try to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.