Kevin Harding - Twice As Nice Nymph

We stand there watching. I put my arm around Tom's waist. Finally the turtle begins to swim away slowly as if nothing at all has happened. We follow it along the road for awhile until a big bush blocks our path. By the time we get around it the turtle has disappeared. We look farther along the stream, but it is gone. I imagine it swimming faster now… heading for deep water.

We walk back to the car. I feel good about the turtle coming back to life. I think about how carefully Tom picked it up, released it in the stream. I glance at him. He doesn't look awkward, gawky anymore. I wish I hadn't thrown away his roses.

"What is it?" Tom asks.

I smile. "Nothing… I just thought I saw something."

"Oh…"

We walk along holding hands. A sudden good feeling grips me and I think that it will make me burst. I squeeze Tom's hand tighter. My feeling for him is strong. I'm sure he doesn't have the least idea of what has happened to me. He just walks along next to me, as if looking for more animals along the road.

We get back in the car. I lean over and kiss him hungrily, drinking in the wetness of his tongue, his lips. I draw his hand to my breasts. I unbutton my blouse so he can reach inside. The touch of his fingers on my skin is exciting. In a minute my blouse and bra are off. He kisses my nipples, sucks them. I am worried about his teeth and have to caution him.

"Yes… I'll be careful," he says.

I grope for his prick and find it full and erect against his trousers. I unzip him and take his hot cock in my hand.

I pump it. I explore its shape. I trace my fingertip around the flaring edge of the head. I find the hard cord that stretches up the underside of it. I slide my hand down to the heavy warm thickness of the base. I squeeze it, reach down still farther and stroke his balls.

"You're forgetting about me," I say. "I want to be rubbed, too."

He murmurs something, begins to caress my breasts again.

"… not there," I say. "Here…" I take his hand, draw it to me. His fingers move up under my panties. He doesn't seem to know about a woman's clitoris so I guide his hand to it and pull his finger down against it. "… there, rub me there… oh yes… I'll keep rubbing you, too."

I rub his stomach, the tangled mat of hair above his cock and reach up under his shirt to feel the muscles of his chest. I stroke his. cock again. His hips begin to stir. He thrusts himself up into the tight groove I've made with my hand.

"Let's do it now…?" I say."… fuck."

He puts me down right away, gets on top of me. All of his muscles are tight, rigid.

"Not here," I say. "There's more room in back."

He nods. "Okay…"

I slide away from him and open the door to get around into the back. I step out. The hot sun bathes my naked breasts and stomach. The breeze blows delightfully against me. I stand there looking about. The place we are in enchants me. The narrow untraveled road stretches flat and sandy until it disappears in a curve a few hundred feet ahead of us. The low branches of the trees droop almost to the edge of the road. Butterflies flit about. I am enthralled by it all – it seems almost as if I am in some fairyland.

"Why don't we stay out here," I suggest. "It's so nice in the sun. You can hear the wind…"

Tom is standing next to me now, lightly fondling one of my breasts. "Where will we go?" he asks.

"Why not stay right here on the road. The sand is soft and warm. I haven't seen a car for miles. I don't think anyone will come." I turn to him, put my arms around his neck and crush my body to his. I pull his shirt all the way up to his armpits so that I can press my bare breasts against his chest. His cock is still out of his pants and I tug up on my skirt so that it can rub against me.

"Maybe we should at least go around in front of the car," I say laughing. "… just in case someone drives by and we don't see them coming. That would be awful, wouldn't it? – getting run over on the road while we were fucking." The whole idea strikes me very funny and I keep laughing as I pull him around in front of the hood of the car. I feel giddy, full of life, happy in the wind and under the sun with him. I see the reflection of my half-naked body in the shiny chrome of the bumper. My face and breasts look flattened and oblong.

I unbuckle his belt and peel down his trousers and shorts. His cock pokes against my belly. We pull off my panties..I step out of my skirt. We strip the rest of the way and start to fuck standing up. The hot sand burns my feet and I almost dance on the road as he keeps jamming his prick up into me. I cum after only a few shallow thrusts. I feel his sweat mix with mine.

We get down on the road. in front of the car. It burns my back and thighs terribly at first but I love fucking with him in the open, under the sun. My cunt is hot and bursting. The cream gathers inside, thickens and rolls down over my thighs.

We drive back to the main highway. I try to look for signs that will help me remember the turn. I keep thinking that someday I will want to come back to this place. We head north back toward the city. I have the feeling that everything is falling back away from me and I pull Tom's hand to my thigh. I drive faster. The trip seems to take forever as we pass through the small nameless towns. It gets dark. Finally we see the lights of the city brightening the sky ahead. I feel strangely tired. The place where we stopped on the sand road seems a long way, a long time back.

Next week, Tom spends every night with me. We go for long rides in my car, eat supper together at drive-ins. One night he takes me to a movie. Another evening we walk up and down Canal Street, window shopping and going into some of the stores that are still open. He buys me an inexpensive but pretty bracelet with a dozen silver roses hanging from it as charms.

"There, you won't be allergic to those," he says.

I laugh and put on the bracelet and give him a kiss. We walk on down the street. I can hear the charms on the bracelet jangling.

It is a hot night and when we get back to the room I take a bath to freshen up. Tom sits on the edge of the tub and watches me. When I finish washing, he pats me dry with the towel. We go back into the bedroom. I feel cool, refreshed, eager for his touch. I make drinks. I don't put on a robe. I walk about naked with his eyes feasting on me delightfully. We drink our drinks and smoke cigarettes. We talk about my bracelet. I sit in a chair with my legs drawn up so that he can see my pussy. He stares at me.

"Why don't you get undressed too," I say.

He gets out of his clothes. His prick is rigid and handsome. I reach out and stroke it. I rub his balls. He stands there in front of me.

"Have you been with many women like this?" I ask.

"Enough…"

"Not very many I bet." I keep fondling his cock.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know… you're so young and all."

He flushes. "Not that young. Shit…"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty… almost twenty."

"Nineteen? Really?"

"Why do you say it that way?"

"No reason. Nothing." I let go of him and sit back in my chair. I smile. "I still think I'm the first woman you've ever really gone to bed with."

"There've been others."

"Tell me about them…"

"Why?"

"I don't know… I'm just curious. What about the first one, where did it happen with her?"

"… where?"

"Mmm hmm. I mean was it at a beach… or up in a barn… or out riding somewhere in a car?… you know."

"On a davenport in the back of her father's store."

"… oh."

"What difference does that make anyway?"

"It doesn't I guess." I reach out and touch his cock again. It rises. "Do you like it as much with me as you did with her?"

He nods.

"More?"

"Yes."