A tale that takes place many yr ago. offset there 's me, kind of average looking not skinny nor fat, neither

ugly nor hot. citizenry could say that I 'm tall and that I 'm chic, but as far as I knew mass did n't detect me

enough to say such affair.

I have two older brothers that are 4 and 5 years aged than me. They always hung out together, and I ended up

either being the third wheel or being left out. I 've learn to be okay with this as I do n't throw lots in park

with them anyway. Both crony are the"Coors !"and"Motorcycles !"character, while I played D & D and read

script. And let 's face it, I really did face down on their inferior head. There is something I was always covetous

of them for though. I 'm trusted you can tell between my attitude and interest that I was never popular with the

ladies. The two of them seemed to sustain new beef every Nox. I say bitches because this is how I convinced

myself I did n't want what they had, I told myself I wanted a woman of quality and substance—though realness

was I was mauling myself near raw constantly and I would deliver done the chubby retarded girl down the street

if she 'd let me.



I was fourteen and it was the summertime after I had finished the eighth level. My dad informed me that we were

to have got one in conclusion major camping trip before I started gamey school. We were going to expend a week up at the

lake. My father loved camping. We must throw went to the lake every weekend during the summer from my

ages seven to sixteen. I would n't call myself an expert survivalist or such, but I did know the drill and even now

I can hold my own the natural state. This was to be nine nighttime on the lake though. Eight days without power or running

water. Wind, dirt, sun, sand and rain. My dad then added that mark, a longtime family friend, and his wife and

daughter would be joining us at the lake too.


My dad had been friends with bell ringer for as farsighted as I can remember. He was pretty decent guy, a shirt off his back

variety of blighter. He was the guy who gave me my first beer and helped me through my first off holdover. His married woman

Julie was the epitome of a MILF—a tall leggy blonde with big knocker that always seem to be screaming"Hi there !

hint me !"in a seductive part. To this day I am convinced my previous pal lost his virginity to her. Alas I

have no proof as such, I 've just heard one to many innuendos and double up entendra as well as catching a few

strange stolen glances between the two of them to not receive my suspicions.



Then there 's Anna, their only child. A blond preppy cheerleader type that always seemed to have way too

much pep and giggled far more often than was good for you. She was in the grade beneath me. And while I 've

known her since we were little and had seen her around school many a time, I never paid her much paying attention since

I was a year older that her and was too estimable to blab to a seventh grader. At the clip she was clearly beneath

me.



We left after my dad got off work, late 5, almost 6 o'clock. It was a three 60 minutes drive to the lake, but we had to

diaphragm and help stigma 's family load up first. fool and Anna were outdoors when we arrived. I remember Anna

greeting me with a smile while brushing her shoulder length fuzz behind one ear. It was elegantly childlike in

carrying into action ; a perfect coquettish and girlish salutation. A wiser man would sustain seen the hint in this action.


These people were definitely not camping people. The whole time we were there I was thinking"Where 's the

residual of their gear ? !"To fall in you an idea of how bad it was I 'll tell you this : they brought one ice thorax with one

twelve clique of soda with them to drink. A week away from civilization and that is all they brought. While loading

the van with their"camping gear ”, twice I thought I saw Anna watching me body of work. Each time however, she

seemed to quickly look away.



We stopped at McDonald's half way to the lake for dinner. The office was packed. Never in my life history before or

since have I seen so many people in a McDonald 's. We all waited through an eternally hanker transmission line. Anna gets her

nutrient first and disappeared into the bunch. The adults'got their solid food next then made their way into the hoard.

My brother 's take after suit shortly after.



"Sorry buddy, we ran out of fundament. We 've got more, but your food's gon na be a few more minutes."A man in

the ugly red and yellow hat says to me. I stared blankly then nodded. At least I did n't have to brave the mob

just yet. My nutrient comes and the manager gives me a exempt small McFlurry since I had to wait. Grasping my food

close, I step into the press of dead body. I first see my brothers who have managed to invest themselves at a booth

with what appeared to be a pair of collage girls and were quickly making their acquaintance. Near them I

sighted my Church Father, sitting with Mark and Julie, chatting away—probably about some inane work related thing.



I continued searching. There was n't an empty mesa, professorship, booth or stool to be seen. I stood, feeling slightly

dejected, my McFlurry dripping melting creamy goodness down my helping hand. Then I spot Anna, sitting alone at a

little booth in the very nook. Her blonde hair pulled into a in high spirits trot ass. Salvation !

I approached the table and sat without speechmaking. She seemed startled at first off, pausing mid-fry as I seated. She

then saw the melting tasty treat I held."Awe, I should have got one of those !"I looked at the sweet storm of

M & Ms and vanilla ice cream continuing to melt into my manus. I knew it would ruined by the time I finished my

meal. So I offered it to her."Really ?"She seemed to confess when she spoke.



"Yeah, it was free anyway. You should have it."



She snatched the cool dessert out of my hand and started to happily consume it, then paused"time lag, we

should share this."



I shrugged"it's okay, you have it. Besides we only have one spoonful, and I 'm not weather enough to fight through

that again."I gestured to the swarm of people between us and the condiment bandstand. It seemed a tour bus had

arrived and deposited another few hundred masses into the joint.



She giggled a little."Here,"she licked the spoon she was using clean,"You can use this one."In my

adolescent endocrine stewing head there was something rather erotic about watching the 13 yr old young lady

lick a plastic utensil clean and jerk before offering it to me. I had to retrieve to keep chewing and breathing so I did n't

choke on my hot tasty beefburger. When I did n't actuate to call for it, she scooped up a small bit of M & M-ice cream convolution

and aimed it towards my mouth.



I was flustered. I did n't know what to do or think. Role playing game had did nix to prepare me for such

an interaction. I now know, years after the fact, she was attempting to flirt with me, but in that import my intellect

leaped to her thought I was a half-wit or something."I 'm not two, I can do it myself !"The words snapped out

and were a bit loud and harsh even to my own ears. I even got a one of those sidelong"what 's improper with

you"coup d'oeil from a middle aged Mexican fair sex sitting in the booth beside us.


She looked as though I just slapped her, then she flushed with ira."I was just playing."Anna turned away

to quietly eat the McFlurry. I finished my meal in silence—well as much silence as you can make in a

McDonald 's filled with three thousand hoi polloi stuffed into a space that might stimulate held three hundred. I

watched her from the street corner of my eye as scoop I could. I knew I was just seeing what I wanted to, but more

than once I thought I saw her start as if to verbalize only to stop herself thinking better of it.



Then our parents were beside us with my brothers in tow."hope you 're keeping Anna here out of trouble."

Mark grinned at me."You two ready to get going ?"



I nodded and collected my trash. I steeled myself against the onslaught of people. The odor of physical structure odor and

desperation washed over me as I made my way to the receptacle. As I dropped my waste, a pocket-size script

grabbed mine. I turn to face Anna"Thank you for the McFlurry."She had a timid half-smile, like she was afraid

I might slap her again—though her word of honor were quite sincere. She slipped gracefully away into the crowd

before I could respond. I faced a incubus of spandex and sweat before I was through.


I made the McDonald 's issue just in time to see Anna 's face in the window of her founding father 's van as it smoothly

glided out of the parking lot. In my mind I saw her smiling and licking the spoon clean and I could experience the mild

touch of her hand upon mine. pain then radiated up my arm as my sure-enough brother struck me"Slug bug red !"he

called pointing to a red VW beetle parked down the lot a few spaces.



"swell, what the fuck !"I angrily rubbed my arm. He had hit the bicep squarely against the bone causing my

digit and then my hired man to tingle numbly.



"Sorry"He shrugged mockingly."hypothesis you need to pay More attention."We then piled into the truck and got

back on the road.



The Sun had set by the clip we reached our campsite by the lake. soft touch 's van barely made it down the arenaceous

track that lead to the minor secluded cove my Fatherhood favored. My dad 's truck had a shell on the bed, so while

the others went about setting up their collapsible shelter in the dark, I took the balance of the camping geartrain from the bed

and claimed it as my sleeping daub for the Nox. Score one for lazy !

I had my queen-size air mattress inflated in half the time it took any of the others to set up their collapsible shelter. I settled

into my sleeping bag with a small book and light, closed the tinge glass windows of the cuticle and relaxed. Not

twenty arcminute later I hear Anna 's phonation, filled with defeat, call out"Dad ! I ca n't get this stupefied matter up. It 's

too dark !"Her articulation was angry, annoyed, and only slightly muffled. She must have been nearby. The

response came from much further away. While I could try someone speech production, I could not have the words.



It did n't matter anyways. I went back to my book.



Before I could truly get back into the vallecula of version, the rump of the shell opened and Anna began climbing

interior. She must not have realized I was there for when she saw me she reeled back to her heels and paused.

"Your dad said I could sleep here tonight since I ca n't get my tent up."



I glanced around at the unused space around me and shrugged. She looked around sheepishly, as though

she knew she was doing something she should n't, before climbing into the bed. She had on a gray long sleeve

shirt with a loose appointment round neck. Where I was laying combined with her angle and my modest book light up

afforded me an unobstructed view down her top. I could see her smooth white skin and a niggling black bra—

maybe an A-cup or a very small B.



After climbing in and closing the spyglass behind her, she went about extracting her sleeping bag from its clobber

sack. She was doing this still bent over, oblivious to the display she was giving me. This was the most I had

seen of any real go girl and I was entranced. I 'm not sure how long I stared, but eventually my center shifted to

hers and I realized she was watching me with the steer of a knowing smile. She made no move to cover herself.


I was n't going to forfend pitching a collapsible shelter after all that night, and I turned to my side to hide my master pole. There

was a giggle behind me as she laid out her bag and squirmed inside. I was surprised to notice she had the

same bag as I, though her'was in red beside the black one I slept in. I reached out and turned off the light. I

focused on breathing sluggish and calmly, silently pleading with my sac rocket to subside. Every prison term she

moved, it reminded me that she was there and the muckle I was treated to and my soldier would stand at full

care. Eventually I drifted off into a fevered horny sleep.



Morning came with a bang. Julie was pounding on the chicken feed shouting for Anna to get up. Anna rose sleepily, her

face a mixture of sopor and confusion. She looked around then found me quietly watching her. I quickly looked

away in a poor attempt at pretending I was n't staring. I knew I was caught. She did n't say anything though. Just

moved to climb out of the truck.

I lay in my bag a here and now longer, thinking about what I should do with my day. I decided it would be a day of

fishing and reading. Normally I do n't angle, but it 's what I do while camping and it affords me plenty of time to

read. Multitasking right ? number one I had to set up my tent—no sense in putting that off anymore.



roving into the main inner circle I was greeted by one of my honest-to-god brothers dumping some fried nut into a

tortilla and handing it to me."There was sausage, but you slept too late and I ate it all !"The other chum

chuckled.



"Thanks for saving me some."chafe was clean, though I was surprised he had actually cooked anything

for me at all. I rolled up my burrito and moved to get together the matter I needed to set up my tent. I saw Anna with a

sausage link skewered on a plastic crotch chatting with her dad. This frustrated me a trivial, though I could n't tell

you why.


I carried my things away from the rest of the inner circle, maybe about one hundred yards, then began to develop my

site. Having been camping for so many long time, my dad had taught me his perfect way of setting up a tent. At

first I thought it was silly and too much work, but after a weekend spent sleeping on a very awkwardly shaped

rock digging into my back, I learned the merits of his preparation scheme. As I worked I got the trenchant

impression that I was being watched—that feeling of the hairs on the back of your cervix standing on end. I

never did see anyone.


Shortly after finishing, just enough fourth dimension to get my stuff squared away and get changed into swimming trunks

and a tee shirt, I heard Mark and Anna approaching with conversation about setting up her tent. They stopped

about ten grand away behind a chummy group of tree diagram. He was telling her something about her being common cold if she

sets her tent up this far from the fervor. She just laughed at him. I wondered if they knew how close they were to

my tent. It seemed they had n't noticed me.


I crept forward, silently into the trees and watched them. They did nothing in the way of internet site preparation, just

threw the collapsible shelter down on the earth once it was standing and staked it in place. Even from my poor vantage

point I could see she was going to be sleeping on some middling brutal rocks. poor people girl.



I finished my stalker seance ahead of them and walked back to camp with my fishing geartrain and book. I

informed my founder that I was going fishing up the canyon a ways and I assured him that I would at to the lowest degree check out

in around noonday. I set off to my spot, a deep sportfishing hole about a one-half mile up the canyon. Before I got too far

from the camp I heard Mark calling my name. I considered ignoring him, pretend I did n't hear him if it came up

later. Sighing, I turned towards his voice and called out to him. After a few back and Forth calls I find him and

Anna walking up. Anna was in a knit stitch white bikini that did well to accentuate her lithe, but unmistakably girlish,

figure with a see through white tee-shirt over top a few sizes too big. She carried a pink fishing terminal and a

minor pink tackle box. They both looked trade name new, and I could even see a price tag hanging from the reel.


"Hey, do you think Anna can go fishing with you ? We have to head back into Town and get some supplies."

Remember the ice chest and soda ? Yeah my Dad just found out what they had brought and was having a

small fit about it. I think it 's a see thing personally."I think she 'd just be bored if she came with us and your

brothers have already taken off on their bikes."My crony had a twosome of dirt cycle they spent all their sentence on

while we were up here—at least trough they ran out of gas.



"Um, sure."I looked at Anna, who was just staring at the terra firma in front of her. He thanked me, told me to

make for sure I look out for her, then started back towards the camp."Do you have everything you need ?"It was

a dolt interrogative sentence, as it was pretty light she had never been fishing before and really had no idea what she

would need. But Anna nodded anyway and the two of us started back towards my fishing spot.



We walked in silence for a patch, though hiked might be a better word for it. The trail here was crude rock and

sand weaving in and out of boulders and tree that marched along the weewee 's bound of the canyon. We were

about half way there when she broke the quiet."How much farther is it ?"



I stopped and turned to her. I could see she was pretty tired from the hiking. She was wearing small yellow flip-

flops that could n't have been very well-to-do. I then notice she was n't carrying any water."It 's still a picayune

ways up."I pointed up the lead as if this would ca-ca our terminus clearer. She looked a fiddling disappointed.

"But we can barricade here and charter a break."


"I 'm okay, we can keep going."She tried to sound enthusiastic, to me it seemed as though she just did n't need

to drag me down.


"I 'm kinda of tired anyway."I lied, speaking as I sat down on a rock. I un-slung the canteen I carried and took a

big gulping, watching her eying the liquid as I did. I offered it to her. She took the bottle and started gulping it

down. I was kicking myself, I should have thought about bringing extra water. I wondered how farseeing she had

been thirsty. She had probably been staring at the piddle I carried and thinking about how very much a pick I was for

not giving her any. After drinking near half of what I brought, she handed it back and thanked me.



"Ready to go ?"She stood up and started walking again. She seemed both eager and dreading the walk at the

Lapplander time. I did n't know what to guess. I quickly caught up to chair the way.



We eventually arrived at my fishing smear. Here the sandstone walls had created a large arena shape with piss

on one side dropping into a deep hole, and a sandy beach half-shaded by the rock over hang on the early.

"Wow !"Her oculus where wide of the mark with wonder as we slid down into the pocket-sized river basin of sand. I remembered when I

first found this place, I probably had much the same smell on my face."Okay, the cost increase was Charles Frederick Worth it !"She smiled

over at me. I sheepishly grinned back. I then moved over to a rock chair I had created on the beach that was a

utter place to fish and sit and read from.



Putting the repose of my things down, I quickly rigged my pole and cast it into the water then sat down. I leaned

back in my rest and watched the calorie-free ripple as it reflected off the water supply onto one of the roll walls. Nearby

Anna had sat down in the sand and was fumbling with her sportfishing pole. After watching her become increasingly

frustrated with the thing, I offered my help. She accepted in a way that made me feel like she was expecting

the offer the hale metre. I handed her my pole and began rigging hers.



"So, are you gay or something ?"



"What ? ! No ! Why ? !"The words came out in speedy fire taking over as her question burned in my auricle. I looked

at her incredulously.



"I 've just never seen you with a girlfriend or anything."One hand held my fishing pole while the early traced

pocket-sized designs in the Sand. The fact that she had paid that much tending to my social animation should ingest told me

something.



"So ? ! I just have n't met anyone I 've liked that much !"I was near stuttering as I sat flustered.



"Seems gay."Came her response.



"Well I 'm not, so drop it."I was getting a clench on the shock and pure anger was rising now.



"If you say so."Infuriatingly sweet."Maybe you should prove it."



"What ? How can I leaven it ?"She shrugged and began reeling my sportfishing pole like she knew what she was

doing."No, really, how do you want me to prove it ?"


She turned and peered at me."I 'm certain you 'll think of something."She smirked. My parentage was boiling at this

point, I was about to blow a gasket and go ape crap on her—throw sand in her typeface, sidesplitter, yell, just bear a

superior general temper scene. Then this voice in my head was whispering osculation her. Kiss her ! That 'll exclude her up !

Just before she turned away I leaned down to her and pressed my sassing against hers. I was awash with reverence and

anger even as fireworks of amazement went off in my head. I had never kissed a daughter before, and I was waiting

for the scream—or slap. To my surprise she did neither shriek nor slap me nor did she deplumate away. At this point

we were just there with our lips pressed together and our eyes closed. At least mine where closed. Knowing

nothing else to do, I slowly pulled away ending the embrace.



My warmheartedness was pounding and butterflies filled my belly. Our eyes were locked together for a metre after the

kiss. Neither of us spoke. In that moment my fishing pole, forgotten in her hand, nearly jumped from her as

something hit the line fiercely. She managed to keep hold and cried out"What do I do ! ?"



We both got to our groundwork and I said"commencement reeling it in !"She was having trouble just holding on to the rod so I

moved up behind her and put my arms around to grab the rod."Here pull it like this !"I helped her guide the

perch as she reeled. I issued commands on when to reel and pull and when to stop and let out the line. This fish

was putting up a huge engagement. Anna would chirp with delight each clip the fish would trash and pull at us. At one

point it almost pulled the two of us off our feet. As the lake giant neared the Earth's surface I could tell it was a big

one. We were both smiling and laughing and we pulled it to the edge to be scooped out of the water supply with the

net. It was a striped bass nearly as big as my entire leg.



"Oh my gosh ! I 've never caught a fish before !"She was beaming.



"I 'd give thought you 'd never been fishing before."I ribbed. She playfully slapped my arm.



"Now what ?"She asked.



"Pisces the Fishes more I guess."



"No way, we got ta get back and prove this off !"



I sort of thought process that 's what she 'd want to do."Okay. well, let's get our stuff together."I looked in my pack for

something to put the fish in, knowing I did n't consume anything big enough. Giving up on that I settled on gilling the

fish with a small bit of yellow nylon cord and slinging it over my shoulder. It seemed the way back took a good deal

to a lesser extent fourth dimension. Anna had much more pep in her walkway, striding back towards encampment with purpose. She never stopped

talking about reeling that fish in and what it was the likes of and remembering the experience. All I could really think

about was having my arms around her—and our kiss.



Arriving back at the camp we were greeted with my dad and Mark sitting beach-side imbibition some beers while

Julie was laying twenty or so human foot away sunning herself."pinch anything ? !"scrape called when he saw us

overture. I swung the fish around off my shoulder, and I could see Anna just about to split waiting for her

dad 's response. Our lake monster got a two-base hit take from both Guy and Anna exploded into the description of

how we caught it. She babbled excitedly, her face animated with delight.


The rule at our campsite was if you caught and kept a Pisces, you had to eat it. I helped Anna strip the large

aquatic animal and then showed her a dim-witted way of cooking the thing. Basically fileting it and rubbing in

some spices before wrapping it in tin foil to broil beside the fire. The apparition had stretched long by then and

a burning red Sun dropped below the celestial horizon. All of us had gathered around the fire to take our repast. Anna

and I sat beside each early and shared our fish while the rest cooked hot dogs over the hot embers.



My dad was an audiophile. He loved medicine. There is n't a genre out there that he did n't enjoy. His motortruck had

two 16-inch woofer boxes tucked behind the backside that he pulled out to rest atop the cab and blow music from.

We all enjoyed the music as we sat around the raging campfire. At one point Julie got up and began dancing

and singing along with one of the birdcall : Madonna's"Like a Prayer ”. She eventually got Anna up dancing and

singing with her and the two of them were teasing and cajoling all of the guys to get up and play with them.


Anna grabbed my script, attempting to pull me to my feet"Come on !"She smiled in between singing the

verses. She was now dressed in a brace of short-circuit white cutoff shorts and another loosely fitting long arm shirt

that hung open exposing much of her suave shoulder. This one had shameful and white horizontal stripes. Her

tomentum fell loosely past her shoulders.



"I ca n't dance."I laughed and shrugged her hand off.



"Oh, everyone can trip the light fantastic !"She said to me."Like this !"She demonstrated a simple move, swinging her hips

from side to side with the euphony.



She reached for my handwriting again then put on an exaggerated pout when I denied her."Really, I ca n't move like

that."I said apologetically



"Just try ! Please ?"I was taken aback. This whole head trip seemed almost surreal. I had known this girl for a long

time, but now I felt as if I was seeing her for the foremost time. Her smiling, the light of her hoar middle, the way her

whisker fell to frame her nerve, all of if filled me with a fleeting feeling I could n't set. The tactual sensation tugged at me,

pulled at me, urging me to do thing I 'd get never even contemplated before.



I did n't want to let down her.



So I got to my feet. This brought a round of laughter from my brothers. She held my hired hand in hers, a little lower

than shoulder height, leaving a space between us so we could see each other's base. I tried to mimic her

motion, but failed miserably. Feeling jerky, I stopped moving"I ca n't do this ”.



"No, you were doing it, just keep trying !"She giggled and held my men tighter, and I started moving with her

again."See, you 've got it"She smiled encouragingly."You 're doing salutary !"


"Yeah ! For a drunken octopus !"A sidekick teased from the far side of the campfire. I flushed with

embarrassment. Somehow my intellect linked that feeling with her, as though it was her fault.



"Shut up !"Anna snapped angrily as I pulled away and stopped moving.



"You 've pissed her off now !"The old of the two mocked.



"Hey, you guys be nice."I heard my dad saying over my shoulder as I stepped away to the shadow towards

my tent. No moon had risen as of yet, so it was dark—near pitch black. I felt bewildered and hurt. Something

about the all spot made me feel vulnerable in a way I 'd never felt before. It was stupid really. I wanted

to impress her in some way and I though my brothers'comments would somehow reveal the the true about me.

They might reveal that I 'm just some geeky nerd with nothing to bid.



I caught a flash bulb of twinkle from the nook of my eye and turned to see somebody striding towards my tent with a

flashlight—though they were approaching from a different Angle. I stopped and waited. I could just make believe out

Anna 's pretty human face in the reflected light. She stopped a few paces from my tent, the tintinnabulation of light on the

entranceway. She called out my gens softly, a flavour of anxious vexation marring her beautiful feature. I 'm not sure

why I kept quiet. I saw her silhouette geological fault and sigh before turning and heading off towards her own tent.


The rut of the sun baking my tent brought me from sleep the following morning. I climbed from my tent and

made my way towards the sound of voices at the chief camp.



"We lost you last night."Mark said when I walked up.



"Yeah, I just felt real tired so I went to bed."My buddy snickered a piddling. From the corner of my eye I could

see Anna watching me, pretty much staring. I look everywhere else to avoid eye physical contact.



"Got any plans for the day ?"Saint Mark asked.



I suddenly felt as if everyone was watching me, waiting for my reply."Um."I paused, my Einstein slowly

working for a reply."I thought I might walk out to Beggar 's stage and go swimming."



"Beggar 's Point ?"This was a place we went cliff diving event at. There was a bit of different drop faces of

varying height that all dropped down into an absurdly deep pool in the lake. It had been named such because

of an incident when I was eleven where I had been brought to tears by my forefather while I was begging not to be

thrown off the mellow point—a nearly sixty-foot drop curtain to the water system. Somehow the figure dumbfound and we 've been

calling it that ever since. One of my brothers narrated the story of the places naming with far more assholeish

mockery than I could ever go for to match.


"Sounds fun !"score laughed at the floor."I wan na go."He looked to Julie"You want to link us babe ?"


"No, I think I 'm finely rightfield here."She smiled from where she was already laying out working on her tan.



"What about you Hun ?"He asked Anna.



"I think I 'm gon na stay here with mom."She said while throwing a towel down on the grit beside her mother.


The rest of us made our way out to Beggar 's Point and spent the day jumping from the cliffs and swimming in

the assuredness deep piddle beneath. There was a lot of laughing and splashing. Someone dropping in a cannonball,

and at early times dunking each other. I tried focusing on anything, but somehow my thinker kept wandering

back to Anna, I knew I was stunned for leaving her last night and ignoring her today. I just could n't bring myself to

expression my misapprehension so I continued down that path. I wondered if she was thinking about me. I wondered what she

cerebration of that kiss we shared—if she even thought about it at all.


The day seemed to melt away far too quickly and soon the sun was in it 's nice on the horizon. All of us,

pretty much exhausted, climbed from the lake and began making our trek back to camp. Anna and Julie were

cooking hamburger over the coals when we made it back.



"There 's food !"Julie called to us as we arrived."Anna 's got the stuff !"She pointed to the young girl who was

deftly cutting up some fresh produce—lettuce, onion, and tomatoes.



I grabbed a bun and a Warren Earl Burger then walked over to where Anna was, smiling at her as I drew closer. I stopped in

front line of her, waiting for her to look up at me before saying anything. She never did. mortal behind me

barked"Shit or get off the pot !"I looked over my berm to see Mark and my brothers waiting for me to move

aside. I grabbed some lettuce and a few slices of tomato and got out of the way.



I ate my food near the fire, watching Anna when no one was looking. I waited for the opportunity to catch her

attention so that I might sustain an opening to blab to her. She never glanced my way. My bosom sank when she

got up and walked away from the firing without ever saying a humans to me or even looking my way. Now what ?



There was a ledge nearby, another"private"spot I had found. To the rear of the cantonment was part of the canon

wall as it peel away from the waterfront. Here the bulwark towered up about XXX or forty feet. I had found a spot

that was between ground level and the top—about twenty feet up. The way of life, a mere jagged crack in the careen

expression, was hidden by a humble clustering of Bush so it was intemperately to tell the ledge was even there.



I liked to add up to this station and watch over the sensation. It was high enough that the twinkle from the fire did n't blind your

star-sight, but it still shielded you from the constant winds that plagued the country once you crested the canyon

bulwark. I climbed up, threw a rest down and lounged back under the clear starry sky. It was silly, but for as tenacious

as I can call back I always wish upon any bourgeon lead I saw. I made a regard that nighttime, and it came true—for

a time at any pace. I 'm not going to repeat it here though, even now I feel like it might destroy the legerdemain if I told you.



I heard a scraping noise, then the sound of falling pebbles. I sat up and looked to see Anna 's face peering up

over the edge at me."Hi."



I had a deer in headlights moment and all I could respond with was a lame"Hi"in retort. She scrambled up the

edge and took a few steps to sand beside where I sat. She wore a pink spaghetti strap top with those same

shortstop cut off shorts.


Not knowing what else to do, I laid back down to calculate at the stars.



She stood there a mo, thinking, waiting. Then spoke"I forgot to make for a pillow."



I glanced at her, trying to recollect of a solution. Then it hit me."You could share mine."I scooted over a bit to

make room. She did n't say anything, just sat down before laying her fountainhead down beside mine. We stared at the

stars together, wordlessly enjoying the moment.



This is when I saw the shooting star. This is when I made my wish.



"You do n't see stars like that back home."Her voice was soft, like she was afraid the sound might break the

spell.



"No, you do n't"I managed. I shifted a minuscule, moving a small rock from beneath me. During my movement my hand

brushed against hers. I stopped as if frozen in time. My nitty-gritty paused, waiting. My breath was held. Then her

hand locked around mind and our finger's breadth twined together.



She moved so her cheek was resting on my shoulder. She rolled towards me, reaching her opposite arm

across me. She let go of my hand and I felt a here and now of sorrowfulness in this. That tone was quickly replaced

with warmth as my arm wrapped around her and pulled her slender body closer to mine. My other hand found

hers and they wrapped together to catch one's breath on my chest.



An endless smile fixed upon my face, I lay there enjoying the belief of her in my arms. Everything seem to

unruffled, to pause, as if the earth was taking a step back to allow us to enjoy this moment. If only it would never

end. medicine drifted from the camping area below.



All I ever wanted

All I ever needed

Is here in my weaponry

Words are very unnecessary

They can only do harm



Rarely, if ever, have I known contentment like that bit. It would be forever etched in my idea as a defining

moment of our story. I have no words that could key out how I felt, and words were unneeded. I just knew I

wanted to be with her, to protect her, to clear her laugh and see her terrific smile.




I first became aware of her sent, an imperceptibly Sweet olfactory sensation of flowers. For a minute I wondered what it

could be. Having no showers or even running water, it must have been some kind of body spray. This line of

thoughts was quickly driven out when I became aware of her small breasts pressed against the side of my

pectus. The cognition made my breath catch, and my descent started rising in my loin. I tried desperately to

think of other things. To consider of video games or the book I was reading. Tried to think about the last pic I

saw, or the numberless adept above. For each mentation I had about the mundane world, I had ten more about the

gorgeous missy and her perfect chest pressed up against me. It was a confounded cause.



I do n't know how long we laid there together, my painfully hard erection pressing against what I use to remember

were fairly loosing fitting boxers. Now they seemed like an iron frailty. Eventually Anna sighed and whispered

while coming to a sitting position"We should go back ”. While moving erect her deal brushed across my

seawall. There 's no way she did n't palpate it, and this was confirmed by her surprised"Oh !"



I tried to pitch and bend at the waist a little to hide my magnanimous embarrassment while feeling extremely light

headed. All of my descent was either filling down below, or rushing to my face. I sat up with a hunch in my spine

to try and hide it easily. I was horrified, and I was fearing a reprisal of ira or disgust. If I was n't so afraid to

meet her gaze, I would have seen peculiarity there, and not the anger or disgust that I feared.



Another infinity passed before she leaned towards me. Calculatingly she placed one hand on the rachis of my

neck and the other terrifyingly senior high on my inner though. Anna then pulled me into a kiss. It was another simple

kiss, nothing more than our lips pressed together. Sparks flew in my judgment at the excitement of her touch.



She pulled away and locked her eyes on mine. With an incredibly erotic and seductive smile she purred"Just

as in effect as the first."She giggled a piddling, then bolted away down the path back to camp.



My mind was a void filled with a thousand unanswered motion. Did that just hap ? I 'm I that lucky ? What

just happened ? They flowed unabated, the next one forcing out the old. The medicine stopped and the

campfire burned low signaling those below where heading off to bed. My bloodline calmed enough so that I could

stand without embarrassment or pain. I crept slowly down the path back. The unseasoned of the two Brother slept

in a lawn chair by the blast, a blackened control stick falling forgotten out of his hand. The moon was rising giving me

just enough light to pass water my way to my tent.



As I rested, trying to calm myself enough for sleep, I thought of the events since we left home and marveled at

how I ended up here. Then my persuasion drifted to Anna. They drifted to our candy kiss. I recalled her white bikini,

then remembered seeing her little Joseph Black bra. Finally I relived feeling her small breasts pressed to me. I 'm not

ashamed to admit I masturbated furiously to these thoughts, cuming more than once before my session was

through.



I awoke early the next morning to see Anna watching me from the unzipped entrance to my collapsible shelter. Once she saw

that I was awake, she grinned and climbed inside, zipping the door behind her."What are you doing ?"I

whispered. It was ahead of time enough that the sun had not risen yet, just the vague hint of it upon the horizon.




"Shh, it 'll be our secret."She whispered, crawling into the bed beside me. She wrapped her arms around me,

and I tried to do the same, though she was still out of doors my sleeping bag while I was within."How did you get it

so soft ?"She asked while shifting her back against the air mattress."Even with my sleeping pad, the tilt

and priming coat are painfully hard."



I just smiled."It 's a secret."



"well, I 'm gon na remember this tomorrow night."she responded. I was excited wondering what that might

mean. We both drifted off to kip in the other's weapon system and did n't wake until the sun was raising the inside of

the tent to oven-like temperature. I moved to kick the sleeping bag off and this military action brought us both out of

our dreams. Anna sat up first, stretched her subdivision and yawned."I slept good."I lay still, smiling at the girl

beside me. Her movements were both feline and girlish. Something about them sent a tremble of transport down

my acantha. Glancing my way, she saw me watching her. This time I held her regard."What are you looking at ?"

She smiled. I could n't help but grin foolishly back at her.



"Just a pretty girl."Her face took on a svelte tint of rose, and the whole act of blushing made her even cuter

in my eyes. She then dropped back down to the pillow with a flop. Her cheek was less than in from mine,

our eye lost in the others. Her eyes closed and she moved just a bare fraction of an inch and her lip were

touching mine.



This osculation was unlike than the others. This time our backtalk nibbled gently at the other, tasting, and exploring. My

hand instinctively reached up to her neck, finger twining into her smooth blonde hair and pulling her into a

deeply kiss. I felt her tongue softly skirmish my lips, a probationary test. I experimented with my own clapper, touching

her, tasting her.



aught else existed for us as we lay there each devouring the early. There was no collapsible shelter, or sleeping bag. The

sun did n't glisten above us and the wind did n't shoot a line. The waves of a release boat did n't break against the lake

shore, and our parents were n't calling for us. Our parents. I ca n't tell you how long we kissed for ; warmth

burning desire into our soul. Suddenly Anna sat deadbolt upright piano, tearing herself from my embrace. For a moment I

felt hollow. Then I heard her founder calling her lakeside.


I tossed another log on the flack and slouched down into a nearby lawn professorship. The sun had recollective since set, and I

was exhausted. grade and rented a f number boat from the marina and we all spent the day cruising around the

lake and towing people on the internal pipe. Anna was in a chair across the fire from me. The day had been

rough. Every fourth dimension I looked at her, the memory of the morning's interaction would force its way into my mind,

and my blood would lead off flowing towards a special extremity. The others had slowly trickled away to their

beds till it was Anna, Mark and I left around the fire.




Anna stretched in an exaggerated oscitance"Well, I'm heading to bed."She shot me a sideways glimpse."estimable

night daddy."She gave her beginner a sight on the check then drifted out into the darkness. I sat for a while, idly

stirring the fervor. The secrecy felt thick and awkward. The fear that he knew what Anna and I had been up to

clawed at me. It was a shrewish look that wouldn't be pushed away. There was something I had missed and I

couldn't put my finger on it.



I was just about to pull in one's horns to my own tent when Mark started talking to me—questioning me about school and

what plans I had for the future. What did he expect from a fourteen class old ? I stayed and made the small talking

with him, too genteel to take the air away. After what seemed same hr of conversation he finally made a complaint

about his eyes being sore. The fervency was a few small coal. He made his way to his wife in their tent.



A bright moon had risen to bathe everything in a silvery glow. The walk back to my tent was quiet but for the


occasional splattering in the lake body of water beyond. Weaving between the juniper Tree, Anna's tent caught my eye. It

was mum and motionless. ‘ She's most likely asleep already'I thought to myself. I silently cursed her father and

my own signified of manners for a import before trudging the last few K to my tent.



Wordlessly I unzipped the possible action and slid off my shoes before climbing inside. I closed the pother, zipping out

the moonshine and leaving myself in total darkness. I paused a moment, considering waking Anna up so that we

might continue where we had left off that morning. Before I could make a decision a light turned on behind me,

and I turned to see Anna sitting up in my bed holding a small shelling powered lamp out before her."Took you

long enough."She smiled. Her lucky hair was a little messy from laying in my bed. She had on an over large

men's gray flannel shirt only buttoned to her bellybutton. Her pocket-sized cleavage hinted to me of the treasure beneath.




I tried to give an apology, but all that came out was a guzzling noise as I tried sucking down enough O.

"It's okay, it gave me time to do this."She pulled back the top of the sleeping bag to reveal two things. The outset

was her foresighted slender legs. Silky smooth legs that ended with just the tip of a knock panty edging from beneath

the gray-headed shirt. The other, albeit less important, revelation was that our two sleeping dish had been zipped

together to form a much heavy one. She giggled and patted the bed beside her.




As soon as I moved into the bed, we were kissing again. Her branch were wrapped around me, clinging to me,

as if she was unable to get her organic structure closely enough to mine. Our sassing locked, and our tongues twined together. I

was having hassle figuring out where to put my hands. Nowhere seemed justly and all of it wasn't where I

wanted my script to be. I decided to go for broke. One hired man found a comfortable plaza at the vertebral column of her

cervix, twisting into her luscious hair, the other found the last button of her shirt at her omphalos. I deliberately slid

my mitt through the opening to her cheerleader firm venter. The human body beneath my hired man was perfectly soft

yet toned. My helping hand felt jolting and calloused compared to its suppleness. millimeter by gradual millimeter I

stroked my hand upwards



Her hand was on my face holding me when my fingerbreadth first brushed against her breast. I nervously touched the

under boundary, testing for her reaction. Her breather was caught and held tight. When my deal finally closed over

the small half orchard apple tree sized mound her breath released in a sighing purr. I don't know what it is about knocker

that creates that cardinal urge to touch them. It felt so perfect in my hand, just enough to fill my palm. The feel of

its shape and the pocket-size hard pap permeated me with a lust I had never know. Her back arched as if trying to

push her breast deeper into my hand.



I was so lost in my geographic expedition and her kisses I failed to notice her hand had wandered down my consistence to the

top of my shorts and was now fumbling with the tie. After an agonizingly frustrating moment of her muddling

with the naut mi it came free and her hand gently snaked inside. Her fingers grazed my glans and fire flashed in

my eyes. No one salvage myself had ever touched me intimately and I thought I was cuming. With the amount of

precum filling my shorts one would possess though I already had. She didn't seem to bear in mind. Her fingers brushed

against me again sending a shock of pleasure up my spine. Her probing became bold as she wrapped her small

girlish hand around my girth and slowly began stroking me.



At first I was ecstatic at having someone touch me, but her rawness soon showed. Her grip was a niggling too

firm and her stroking was more like a tug o'war. I winced and my hand shot down to cover hers. Our hands

groped together and with a few unvoiced motion I slowed her caress and loosened her cargo deck. Moving my

hand away from hers, I placed it on her inner second joint. I was only a few inches away from the boundary of her

step-in. I felt her hips shift a little, opening her legs just a thin more. I did not wasted the time stroking her as I

had when going for her breast. This prison term I decisively slid my hired man up to investigate her chthonian realm. I

explored her from outside the moist cotton wool fabric only a scarce short moments before skimming up to the

elastic waistcloth and slipping down inside.



I found a small piece of soft downy fuzz. She was soaking wet and moaned deeply into my mouth when my

fingers first touched her dent. My mind took on an iron-like focus of her body. While her easy hands were doing

wonders to my erection, and her kisses remained like fireworks in my head, if I paid them too practically heed I

would cum. I feared that might end our escapade much too soon.



I had no thought what to do or how to touch her. So I explored. I started at the peak of her pussy, feeling her wetness

and velvety smoothness as the outer lips parted around my digits. I elicited a sharp gasp of pleasure from her

as my digit slid over the pocket-sized bump that was her clit—though at this point I didn't realized what I had done to

cause such a reaction. I glided further down to find her inside mouth and the first step to her animal places. I

caressed around her a second before pressing one finger interior. Her unhurt body tensed and my mind when

directly to pain so I quickly retracted my digit. Then her hired hand was on mine. Her finger's breadth directed mine, guided

me to start up a tenacious pacify fortuity from the top of her clitoral hoodlum down to just probing her entryway. She

repeated this gesture a few times using my hand before returning to her own task.



Instead of going true back to my penis, her hand went to the waistband of my shorts and began attempting

to pull them down. I was so focalise in touching her and avoiding an early eruption it took me a few moments

to actualise what she was doing. Once it dawned on me I quickly shucked my trunks and shirt aside. She

watched me strip then followed. I saw her untie the few buttons holding the flannel shirt closed then slither it

gracefully from her shoulder joint. She shifted under the sleeping bag to remove her last bit of wearable, and I

marveled again at the double-dyed form of her breasts. Seeing them in the dim lamplight for the foremost meter then

were small yet exquisitely formed half-apple size hill. She had small-scale pink tit like littler erasers, and

areolas not much bigger than a nickel.



A small bit of pink textile hit me in the expression, breaking me from my oneirism."You're staring !"She had a

mischievous grin and she rolled towards me, pushing my berm to the bed and straddling me in one

drift. My dick was pinned between us, the lips of her labia gap around it and forced it up against my

lower abdomen. I could palpate my own precum wetting my breadbasket and her juice flowing to coat me as she

slowly glided herself up and down my duration. Her hands were holding my shoulders to the mattress ; her

elbows were locked. I had an amazing opinion of her blench white dead body. She deliberately rode her jiggery-pokery up my

member, and her extended arms pressed her breasts forward accentuating their contour. I didn't really know

what else to do with my hands so I placed them on her rose hip. This seemed quite born, and it allowed me to

help crunch her hip harder onto me.



I can't tell you how yearn we stayed in this stead and it was only through some divine capital of Rhode Island that I didn't

break my load all between the two of us. Unexpectedly one of her deal reach amid our trunk and comprehend my

erecting. My heart period as concern and hullabaloo swirled over me. She shifted its stance and angle just the

little bit and my head was caught in the slick folds of her entrance. Her hips shifted back pressing herself

onto me—though cypher happened. She shifted the slant of my dick a bit more and drove herself back again.

This time there was a slight part. I could feel and see her how body go ridged with pain.



As much as my pubescent endocrine addled mind wanted this it ripped at my soul to see her in infliction."Maybe we

shouldn't-"



"Shh."She leaned down and kissed me again, cutting off the decrepit dissent. She pressed again, this time practically

gentler. I felt the entrance to her slit slowly parting around my occupy member. She would trust onto me just

enough to fathom herself another micron before backing off. I really could not tell if there was any forward motion

at all. I felt a tight air pressure at the tip of my penis, almost knockout enough to make the scape bend painfully and

then she would stop. I don't eff how long this went on—tension, then relax. Strain, then ease.


Then it happened.



I was just about to voice another week objection when I felt a pop. The drumhead of my penis forced its way inside

her. Her vaginal opening tight around me like a ring a few sizes too small. She cried out and wrapped her blazon

tight around my neck opening. She clung to me, her breath dull and ragged. She tried to conform to this new feeling she

had forced inside her physical structure.



Adding her tight grip around my neck to all of the events leading up to this moment I was feeling light headed. I

held her close in my arms. I wished desperately to somehow take the nuisance away. I was kicking myself that I had

let it go this far. At the Same time I was fighting the powerful instinctual urge to grab her hip joint and set out trusting

furiously.



Her end grip around my neck loosened and she leaned back just enough so that I could see her face. Her

grey centre were like ice chips under moonlight. My kernel broke when I saw a tear pooling in the corner of her

eye."We don't have to do this."I whispered nervously.


She leaned back further, pressing the ease of my length into her."It's already done."She smiled weakly. This

time when she tensed I could see the joy rising up though her body. She moved her physical structure, almost

extracting me completely from her, before slowly pushing herself back onto me. I could feel every inch of her

velvety puss wrap around me ; slide over me. She built a rhythm with her movements, and I started to shove

back against her. We writhed together in X. Her moan of pleasure rising from somewhere deep inside. I

had reached my rupture stage. I enfolded her in my implements of war and plunged as recondite as I could. It seemed as if I was

pouring myself inside her as impulse after heart rate of fond cum guess into her waiting vagina. The world fell away

around us once more. I was lost in and timelessness of bliss as my orgasm peaked. Her solid body went ridged

and muscle spasm rippled over my dick as she reached her climax with me.



Once spent, she clung to me almost desperately. She was a hurricane survivor and I was her life history raft. Her

breath was scant chafe pants. Her head rested upon my shoulder joint. My arms wrapped protectively around her.

My hard-on was still buried thick inside her."Can we stay like this forever ?"This was the death affair I heard

before drifting off to sleep .