I sat on the sidewalk dreaming about a career as a pro skater. It was early afternoon and too humid for my taste. I really should have practiced instead of just sitting at the curb killing time. I liked the concept of being a skater more than I liked the practice and the bailing and the frustration. And besides it was really too hot to do anything other than to sit there.

I should have done something more useful, but didn’t know what that might be.

All of my friends had gone home already, but I had no place to go better than this alleyway that smelled of the dumpster behind me and dried piss. There was just me, my board, that curb and my boredom.

But then things changed:

The alarm on Fat Mikey’s Pawnshop rang loudly through the narrow streets. It wasn’t the first time I heard it. We had actually triggered it before as some sort of a dare, because we figured that Fat Mikey was a dangerous mobster. Looking back, he probably wasn’t.

We called him Fat Mikey because it sounded like a mob name and Mikey was Italian. It was ironic, of course, because Mikey was the skinniest, scrawniest guy you had ever seen. He probably wasn’t a mobster, but he was definitely into some shady business.

I looked up, and there was this woman coming around the corner, walking toward me at a fast pace. She had a backpack slung around her shoulder.

She walked really fast, like a person who didn’t want to be seen running. She turned around to check whether someone was following her. The woman looked suspiciously like someone who didn’t want to look suspicious.

From a distance I thought she was early 30ish. She had a very female body, wide hips, ample boobs, a hint of a belly. But she wasn’t fat or anything. She looked just right. Like a woman, not like a girl, you know.

She was a dirty blonde, her long hair tied in a long ponytail that bounced left and right. Looked like she needed to dye her hair again. Her hairline was darker than the ponytail. She wore bulky shorts and underneath her pale skin there was a large tattoo on her thigh. A traditional American tattoo with a pin up girl. But even from the distance I saw that it was a cheap tattoo with torn out lines, and it was already starting to fade.

I thought: ‘Why would a woman get a tattoo of another woman on her thigh, unless she was a lesbian?’

The thought made me feel oddly disappointed, because she looked really hot for her age.

For a brief moment we looked at each other. I liked her huge brown eyes. I nodded at her and smiled at her. Reassuringly. You know, to tell her she would make and I wouldn’t call the cops on her, or something.

Maybe she nodded back, I couldn’t really tell. She reached into the pocket of her shorts, and I thought she’d pull out a gun and shoot me.

No witnesses, you know. It didn’t scare me though. I dunno. It would have been cool to have her point a gun at me.

Yeah, I know. That was a weird thought.

Instead she got her keys out, opened the door to a beat-up, dusty Sprinter van, threw her backpack in and drove off, revving up the engine. There was something distinct in the sound of the engine that didn’t sound healthy. A few seconds later the van disappeared when she turned left into a dead-end street.

I wondered why she would do that. But then again she couldn’t know that it was a dead end because we had torn down the sign. Francis wanted to use it as a ramp to skate on. That was months ago but the city hadn’t replaced it.

In the distance there was a police siren. But I didn’t know whether it was coming for the woman. There were always a lot of police sirens in this area.

I felt a little empty. Like I had wasted another opportunity. I had become quite good at missing out on chances. Although I didn’t know what I should have done in this instance.

I was good at living in fantasies though and so I pictured myself standing in front of her. Maybe she held a snub-nosed revolver in one hand, casually pointing it to the floor. And I would drop on my knees to inspect that tattoo on her thigh and then I would plant a kiss on her leg. Right there where the mouth of that tattooed lady was.

And she would put away her gun and play with my hair. And then she would reach for my arm and make me stand up, and we would look at each other, and I would look at those big brown eyes and the tiny wrinkles around her eyes. There were not many, just enough to show that she’d been around. And then she would pull me closer and kiss me. And I would return the kiss.

She’d be really good at kissing. She’d know what to do, and I’d let her do it. She’d be really experienced, and you know, she’d totally take the lead.

She would push one of her knees between my legs, and I’d open them for her, and she would slide it up and down. I’d be so fucking nervous. Especially when she moved it up. You know, when she was about to touch my junk. I was really hard. It felt almost painful. But in a good way painful.

I’d have one hand on her hips. And my heart would beat like crazy. I’d slip my hand down slowly to touch her round ass. And I would close my hand and grab it, hoping she wouldn’t mind and let me do it. But her kiss would just become more intense, as if she liked it. And then my hand would explore, get between her ass cheeks and the thought of where I would end up if I continued down would blow my mind…

I don’t know where all that came from. Me having these crazy phantasies in the middle of a humid day in an alleyway that was dominated by the smell of dried piss.

I really needed to get laid.

I really did.

There was just too much testosterone in my system.

I wasn’t great at skating, but I was a total disaster with girls. I didn’t understand them, and they didn’t get me. I thought that there must be some kind of spell on me that made me repel them. Like mosquito spray. I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

I was brought back out of self-pity mode into reality.

The motor of the van roared loudly in the distance, like a giant angry beast.

The next second it came around the corner heading towards me at a breakneck speed. That was my chance I thought vaguely. I was looking forward to catching another glimpse of the woman. I stood up, as the car came closer.

Through the windshield I saw her face.

And she looked back at me.

And then she drove past me.

But before I could delve into the pool of my disappointment again. She hit the brakes violently, and the Sprinter skidded to a halt. Then she put in the reverse and the large vehicle drove toward me again. The engine in reverse now really high pitched and super pissed.

I had to step aside, not to be run over.

“Hey, Tony!”, she said.

My name isn’t Tony. She saw that I was confused and pointed at my skateboard.

“Tony Hawk, right? You know your way around here?”

Her voice had a darker pitch than I would have expected and looking at her more closely I estimated her to be in her mid to late thirties. But I liked her. I also liked her lips as she spoke. They looked just right. Maybe because of that bright red lipstick that looked a touch to cheap. I didn’t know anything about lipstick, but I could tell that it was cheap, because it was smeared a little in the corners of her mouth. For a brief moment I had to think of my erect dick. I tried to push that thought away, though. I needed to focus so that I wouldn’t miss another opportunity.

So I nodded yes.

“I kind of need to get out of here quickly. But I’m fucking lost.”

I nodded again: “I know what you mean. Traffic regulations around here are a bitch!” I wanted to sound cool, but I came across as an idiot.

“You can say that again,” she sighed. “Want to help me out? I’ll reward you.”

“Sure.” I said.

I made a step in front of the car to give her directions, but she interrupted me:

“No, no, no. Forget that! I can’t remember that shit. Do me a favor and hop in, will you?”

“Sure.”

I knew that I had hit the jackpot.

So I walked around the van and got on the passenger seat.

She drove off, before I had closed the door. I wanted to put on the seatbelt, but it was all tangled up. And when I looked at her, she didn’t wear one either.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

I may have stared a little too long at her large chest. There was another American traditional tattoo of a an angry tiger protruding from underneath her wide shirt. Her shirt revealed a lot of cleavage.

“Don’t worry! It’s okay!” she said. “I like men looking at my body! Go ahead, it’s free!” She laughed and turned her body a little towards me as if to present it to me. But I was too shy to take another look.

“Suit yourself!” she smiled, and I felt flattered that she had called me a man.

I gave her directions and pretty soon we were on our way out of the city.

She relaxed and then did something I didn’t expect. She put her hand on my thigh. I became tense. That was pretty new to me.

“Relax!” she said. “I don’t bite!”

I smiled back and said: “Yeah, I know!”

It came out damn lame.

I guided her out of the city on the smaller streets, and everything went smoothly. Soon we ha made it out of town. No more police sirens. I could feel her tension evaporate the further we got away from the city.

“Thanks man!” she said and once again she reached over to pat my thigh.

This time I tried to stay calm, and I even opened my legs a little. She looked at me and grinned, and then she slid it up my leg until her pinky finger lay on the bulge of my pants. I tried not to give away a reaction, acted as if I was used to be being touched there. At the same time, I didn’t mind her feeling how things had got hard between my legs. Her pinky finger tapped a little on that bulge. It was casual, but I knew that this was also deliberate. For a while she drove and we were both silent. It was all about her pinky finger on my dick, and I closed my eyes and just enjoyed those tiny movements she made with her finger. This was awesome.

From the corner of my eyes I could see her looking at me smiling. But I pretended not to see. I wanted her to continue. Words would only distract.

The longer her hand rested on my upper thigh the more familiar it became. Like we were some sort of couple, in a real relationship, fresh in love. Her hand on my head felt like she had claimed her property, and I was totally okay with that.

I wondered whether I should reach over and put my left hand on her thigh, but I honestly didn’t dare to. And it wouldn’t feel right. It would be awkward, especially since I didn’t have a magic pinky that would casually cause all these sensations. Maybe I didn’t have to act. Maybe I could just sit there and enjoy and maybe there’d be a time when I could do something for her. I had no clue where this was leading.

When you are in a relationship you can be comfortable without constantly wondering what the other may think. Not my thought, but I had heard something like that in a movie.

It was a dumb idea because I barely knew her, and we were not in any sort of relationship. I really wanted us to be in one, though.

“What do I call you?”

“Tony is okay!”

“You’re a smart boy. Never give your real name to a stranger.”

I minded the ‘boy’ but didn’t let it show. After all she was right. I had just turned nineteen.

“So what do I call you?”

“Honey, I can be whoever you want me to be. What do you want my name to be?”

“Amanda,” I said without thinking.

“Really? Okay, okay. Nobody has ever called me Amanda. I don’t mind Amanda. ‘Amanda and ‘Tony’. Has a certain ring to it!”

“Like Bonnie and Clyde?”

She laughed: “Let’s hope not. Didn’t end well for them!”

I guided her along narrow side roads like she requested.

It was getting late, and so Amanda wanted to find a place for the night.

“Off the road somewhere. Any suggestions?”

I knew this quarry pond away from any roads, so I suggested that to her and she agreed.

“So, we are staying there for the night?”

“Sure, why not? I got everything we need. We got a place to sleep, there is food and beer in the cooler. Or do you have to be someplace?”

“Not really.”

She pointed to the back of the van, and I turned around and checked. There were a few cartoon boxes neatly stacked. A small mattress was on the ground with a few blankets and next to them a couple of large plastic boxes and duffel bags with clothes spilling out of them. There was also a large cooling box.

“So, you are living here, in this van?”

“Let’s say temporarily.”

“Until?”

“Until I got my shit together, and I can move on.”

“Sounds secret.”

“Yeah you know, what they say: Don’t ask questions, and you won’t hear lies, okay ‘Tony’?”

“Sure Amanda!”

We smiled at each other, and it felt like we really bonded.

We finally got to that small lake. The water lay still, glittering in the setting sun. Nobody was there.

She parked the van right at the bank and got out with a sigh:

“Dude! This is fucking beautiful!”

I got out as well, and I must admit that I was pretty nervous. I was alone with that woman I had just met. I didn’t know anything about her and we were going to spend the night together at that lake.

“Fuck me, this is gorgeous! I think I’m going for a swim! I need to cool off! You think I can do that?”

“Sure, why not?” Me and my friends had come here a couple of years ago with some girls, hoping to get them to skinny dip with us. But the girls didn’t want to. They just sat at the tiny sandy beach and chatted among themselves and looked at their phones. So we, the guys, went for a swim on our own. Without the girls it turned out disappointing, though.

Amanda ran right towards the water. She kicked off her shoes and took off her shirt and her bra and her shorts, until the only thing she wore were her plain black cotton panties.

She ran right into the water squealing:

“Dude, this is so cold! It’s also sooo right! I haven’t done that in ages!”

I wondered why, and my first thought was that she had just come out of prison. It was a dumb thought, and yet there was a lot of evidence to support such an idea. And after all she had this no bullshit confidence that I guess you could only acquire in prison. But of course that was a dumb idea and I kind of felt bad for it.

I wish she’d turned around when she undressed, so that I’d be able to see her large boobs. I really wanted to see them bounce as she ran into the lake. Unfortunately, she didn’t. But I figured I would, when she got out. I was really hoping for that.

Instead she revealed another large tattoo of two angel wings on her shoulder blades. It looked a bit odd, because I only pictured them on young women in their twenties, and not on older women. I wondered what Amanda had looked like fifteen years ago. Actually, I came to the conclusion that she couldn’t have looked hotter than that day.

“Come in!” she yelled at me and waved, I got lucky because for a brief moment her boob with the tiger tattoo on it emerged from the water.

I couldn’t come in, though.

“I don’t have any clothes to change!” It was a lame excuse.

“Then take ‘em off!”

But it wasn’t the clothes that I was worried about. I would have done it. However, I really didn’t want her to see my large boner. The thought of being naked in front of her felt embarrassing. I figured that she must have seen so many naked men that I wasn’t sure I’d meet her standards.

“You can have some of my panties!” she yelled at the top of her lungs and laughed.

The thought made me shudder a little. At the same time it also seemed kind of hot to be wearing her panties. Strangely enough it turned me on.

She swam out to the middle of the pond, and I didn’t know what to do, so I thought, I’d be a gentleman. I went to the van, opened the cooler, found a six pack of beer and a large towel.

Then I went back and sat on that little beach and watched her. All I could think of was how beautiful she was.

Finally, Amanda came out of the water, but she was so casual about it that I missed when she revealed her breasts to me. They were large with big dark areolas and erect nipples. Her breasts swung gently as she came out of the little lake. The tiger on her chest seemed to warn me to stay away. I didn’t care, though.

I watched how the water from her ponytail that clung to her chest ran down, between her breasts and then down to her belly.

When she came closer, I felt embarrassed for ogling her, and looked down on my phone as if I was busy with something.

Then she suddenly stood right in front of me.

“Man, you should have come in! This is really amazing.”

I didn’t dare to look up, didn’t know what to do, and so the only thing that I came up with was: “Yeah...”

She pulled her black panties down her hips and stepped out of them.

I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly she was completely naked right in front of me! Literally at arm’s length. If I reached out, I’d be able to touch her pussy!

I caught a quick glimpse and saw her thick wet bush between her legs. It was darker than her hair on the head. And there was something so fascinating about it, but also so secret and forbidden.

She wrung out her panties and some drops fell to the ground. All I could think of was where those drops had been and what magic potion they contained.

“Can you help me get dry?” she asked, and I raised my head quickly to look into her eyes instead of her mound and said:

“Yeah, sure!”

I handed her the towel, without taking my eyes off hers, but she said:

“I want you to do it.”

She extended her hand to me, and she deliberately held it right at her hips. She wanted me to see her naked body.

She was clearly amused by how timid I was.

But man, this was really too much for me, the guy with the least experience with women!

And so I took her hand and took my first glance at a naked woman in real life. Not just an image on some porn site.

She helped me up and didn’t mind that I was staring a little too long.

It was a bit dumb, I have to admit. But there was more than the simple fact that she was naked. There was also the question what that meant and what I was supposed to do. I mean, it must really sound moronic, but I was too fucking scared to do anything. I didn’t want to mess this up.

Not another missed opportunity!

I was happy for her to lead like she had done all day. I also didn’t want to look uninterested or indifferent or whatever she might think. But I couldn’t just jump her either!

I hadn’t done anything like this before!

I get it, this is a site where people read porn stories, and I have no clue what everyone else is writing. I don’t read porn, I prefer to watch it, and I’m writing this for an entirely different reason! I suppose most men in these stories are alpha-male studs and all women are savvy supermodels! But I am not!

Anyway…

This was so hot!

I took the towel, walked behind her and dried her shoulder. I wasn’t rubbing away the drops on her body, I was softly dabbing, as if her skin was some precious canvas, some piece of art. Amanda didn’t say anything, she just stood there and let it happen.

I think she enjoyed it, and because I was too scared to work my way down her back, I opened her ponytail and brushed through her hair, before I gently wiped the towel over her neck.

“You’re good at this!” she said softly, and I felt pretty proud of myself and also gained some courage.

So I finally decided, I had to make a move.

After all there was this gorgeous woman who had done everything to seduce me. There was not a lot of uncertainty left when it came to her intentions. And although I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to do, in an act of unbelievable bravery I planted a soft kiss on her shoulder blade, right at the top of her tattooed wing.

She let it happen, and so I continued, in fact she slightly moved back, until her ass was pressing against my hard dick.

There was more encouragement! Now a little bolder I kissed her neck. And she tilted her head slightly to give me better access. But more than that she rewarded me with rotating her hips slowly.

I gently bit on her earlobe and wrapped my hand around her waist. Her belly felt so round and soft!

I whispered: “I should really have called you Angelique or Angelica, you know. Because of your angel wings.”

“Naw, that’s alright. I’ve been called those two names before. But I have never been called ‘Amanda’,” she whispered. “Do you know what that means? That name, Amanda?”

I shook my head.

“I think it means something like ‘she, who deserves to be loved’ in Latin or something… Italian maybe.” Her voice seemed to shake a little, when she said that, and only much later I wondered whether the reason might not have been the sexy situation, her arousal, but some sadness that she hadn’t yet received the love she deserved.

Maybe I should have confessed my love to her there and then. I didn’t.

I was too surprised that she knew these things to think about what really mattered.

“How do you know that?”

She smiled: “I’m in the business of having different names, and so I’ve read a book on what they mean. I like to pick the right name for the right situation, you know.”

“So you’ve never called yourself Amanda?”

She shook her head.

Her explanation seemed odd, but I didn’t wonder so much why she would hand out fake names, but rather why she had the time to read about such things, and immediately I thought about prison. Why else would anyone read about the meaning of names, unless they had too much time to kill? A stupid thought at the wrong time.

She reached to my cheek and directed my face towards hers, and then she opened her mouth and we kissed.

It was not my first kiss, but it was definitely the best. She knew what she was doing, with her lips, her tongue, her hands holding my face gently but firmly, her body leaning back against mine. Her ass on my crotch.

Everything!

It was totally different from my first awkward kiss behind the gym playing truth or dare and losing to Becky who had a bit of a reputation but no real skills.

At least not, I realized now, compared to Amanda.

Amanda’s kissing was in another league!

With her left hand she grabbed my ass and pressed me against hers, and I caressed her boobs without wondering whether I could do that.

I remember feeling proud that her nipples were hard.

It was my doing! I had done that. I was able to make a woman feel aroused!

Yeah, I know…

I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and then I traced the curves of her boobs, as if I was some explorer. But then she reached for my hand and took it away.

Before I could wonder whether I had done something wrong, maybe hurt her or disrespected some unspoken limits, she pulled my hand down and placed it between her legs.

I felt her hair down there, moisture caught in her bush from the pond, but there was something more. Her fingers pressed against mine, and suddenly my index finger disappeared in her body, and now there was a completely new sensation. It was warm and wet down there and there was something else. Some sort of sorcery was taking place, because although it was only my finger inside of her body, it made me feel so incredibly good. It made no sense, I didn’t know what was happening. Like I had entered the promised land!

My finger wasn’t alone in this magic place, though. Hers had followed and was guiding me to a nub where her lips came together.

‘It must be her clit,’ I thought, being the oh-so wise explorer.

Her finger showed mine how to caress it, and I tried to do repeat her tiny movements.

Eventually she withdrew her finger, and now I was there all alone with all sorts of responsibility not to fuck things up.

A moment later her finger appeared at my lips, and she gently pushed it into my mouth. It tasted a little salty, but once again there was something more in it. As if it was some potion that robbed me of everything but my pleasure. That seemed to be the only thing there was.

A few times she pushed her finger in and out of my mouth as if to mimic fucking me.

‘Yes, please!’ I thought.

Her hand went back between her legs, held my wrist, and pushed it to teach me how to do it right.

“Harder! And faster!”

I tried to follow her commands.

“Yes, just like that! Keep going! Harder”

Her breathing became heavy, her chests heaved up and down, and soon she repeated nothing else but: “Don’t stop!”

Her legs started to wobble, and I had to hold her with both arms, so that she wouldn’t collapse, and we wouldn’t fall over. And there was this huge orgasm that washed over her.

When she became too heavy, I tried to sit her down as gently as I could, and she rested her head on my shoulders, as I held her. I didn’t know what had just happened, but I felt pretty fucking good about myself, that I had fingered this gorgeous older woman to an intense climax. As if I really knew what I was doing.

I must admit, this was the first time I felt like I was a real man, because I had just made a woman come. A full grown woman who had probably had a lot of experience.

“Fuck me!” she whispered eventually. “I needed that! Holy shit, you are good at this!”

I didn’t reply. I thought the gentleman like thing to do would be to let these words stand as if they were a given.

We sat there for a while, staring at the little lake. United in our embrace but separate in our thoughts.

I really felt like a loved her, and I felt like she loved me. The way we sat there in such an intimate embrace. Only lovers could do that, I thought.

She finally moved, reached around for a beer and cracked it open. Then she took a huge gulp.

I was a little disappointed that our moment had come to an end.

The beer seemed to be the wrong thing to do at that time.

I was still hard, pressed my dick against her back. But I was totally cool just sitting there.

Apparently Amanda had moved on from her climax and was back in reality:

“I’m fucking thirsty,” she sighed. “How ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, okay.”

I tried to reach for a can of beer, but she stopped me.

“Sit back, honey!”

I did, and she took another sip of beer, leaned over me and then let it drip into my mouth. I didn’t catch all of it, some ran over my face, but it tasted to good, and I imagined that I’d be able to taste her beneath the bitterness of the beer.

She took another sip for herself and then nurtured me some more until the can was empty. Her hands caressed my body, and I let it happen.

“Alright!”, she said matter of factly. “Let me take care of you!”

It sounded a little like she was about to conduct some business. I don’t know, really professional.

“You trust me, right?”

I nodded: “Yeah... I mean yes, totally.”

“Alright, honey. I know what I’m doing, okay? Just relax and go along with it!”

I had no reason to doubt her, although somebody asking them to trust them is not the best way to actually achieve that.

“Let’s get this off first!”

She reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head.

“The time for modesty is gone!”

She opened my belt and the button to my pants and then pulled them off me. I had the hunch that she done that at least a thousand times before. I didn’t, mind though. And I had a feeling that she had much more experience than just any woman her age. But that made me feel safe and her actions gave me the trust that her words didn’t.

My underwear wasn’t the most presentable. It was grey, and frankly had a few holes in it. When she reached for it to pull it down my hips, I wasn’t fast enough lifting my butt of the ground, and so it tore.

“Oops!” she just laughed. “I guess from now on you’ll have to go commando!”

She threw it in the lake.

I didn’t care. What I did care about was my hard, pale dick that pointed at her like an unreal and somewhat ugly rod of flesh. I was really worried what she might think of it. I didn’t see anything attractive in it. It just looked wrong.

But she didn’t say anything about it. She was back to business:

“Baby, let me take care of you, okay? First we have to take the edge off. Trust me, this is necessary. You’re a bull, okay? I can see that!” She slightly stroked with one finger over my cock, and it immediately responded to her touch.

“You are a raging bull. And we need to get that rage out of you. What’s more important than rage?"

I shook my head.

“Stamina! We want you to have some stamina, okay?”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but she sounded really in charge. Like a nurse. A bloody sexy nurse of course.

“Lie back and relax. Close your eyes! This one is for you , okay. There’ll be something for us, but right now, this one is only for you!”

I let her push me on my back and closed my eyes, and before I had made myself comfortable I heard herself spit, and a second later there was her wet, soft fist around the shaft of my cock.

And I was already ready to go.

She stroked it softly, and the softness of her touch reminded me of what my finger had felt earlier, when it was inside of her.

This thought made me… maybe  rage was the right word. I could have opened my eyes and watched her, but I kept them close and imagined her stroking my cock.

I felt this tension build up inside of my groin, started to breathe heavy, but then she stopped.

I suppose I started to understand what she meant with the ‘rage’ inside of me.

Yes, indeed I wanted to rage. She denied me, though.

“Not that fast!”

I felt frustrated, but after a few seconds of feeling that void she started again. Softly first, but it only took her a few strokes before I felt it rise up in me, and she stopped immediately.

I bucked my hips, tried to reach her hand, but she just chuckled.

“Nope!” It was a dark and warm and sympathetic but also mean chuckle all at the same time.

She did it again, and withdrew it again, and the more frustrated I became, the more she seemed to enjoy it.

I started to beg:

“Please, Amanda! Let me come! Please!”

She ignored it.

I tried to deceive her, to hide my oncoming orgasm, so that she would unintentionally give me that one stroke that pushed me over the edge. But once again it must have been some kind of sorcery that always let her know how far she could go.

At one point I cursed her and called her a fucking bitch. I had lost it. I had lost all sense of anything. All I wanted was to cum. But I immediately regretted it and apologized. She didn’t seem to care, though.

“Please, please, what do I have to do?” I pleaded. “Why are you so mean to me?”

She just sat there, her hands in her lap waiting for me to calm down.

Eventually she started again. May cock felt raw and maybe more frustrated than angry. And she said:

“Alright, honey. I want you to come now and I want you to say my name while you do!”

This time Amanda didn’t stop, and it took me only seconds to cum forcefully.

And yes, I cried her name all over the empty lake that was overseen by the setting sun.

As I was lying on my back, breathing heavily, she wiped away my cum off my belly. Very casually, I didn’t realize it at first, she applied some with her finger on my lower lip. I smelled it. I had never tasted my own cum, but I suppose that was what she wanted, and so I licked my lip to feel a slightly salty taste. Certainly not as exciting as her pussy, but also not as strong as I had feared. For a second I wondered whether I should feel humiliated that she had made me lick my own cum, but to be honest, it felt so natural to do as she wished.

I lost that thought when she praised me:

“Good boy!”

She put her head on my shoulder and lay next to. I casually played with her hair and she with my limp dick. Not in a sexual way, but like you play with something in your possession when you are slightly bored.

“You’re good at this.” I finally said.

“I have a bit of experience. A lot actually. You know. I’ve been… around.”

She sounded proud saying that.

I nodded, although I didn’t know exactly what she meant. I wondered whether all women had that gift of edging a man so hard. But I seriously doubted it.

We talked a little more about all sorts of things, but then after a while the conversation turned sexual again.

She talked about porn and asked me what kinds we liked. I was hesitant to reveal my fantasies to her, but she was quite open about it and said that she liked to read porn rather than to watch it online.

I thought this was weird, and we playfully argued about how sexy words could possibly be compared to watching the real thing.

My point being that it was so much hotter to watch people actually doing it. She, however, thought it was much sexier to imagine the things based only on those words. And everyone was able to fill in the things that were not explained with their own imagination, just the way they liked it.

I wasn’t convinced.

Amanda was still playing with my cock, but now that we were back on topic, it felt motivated to stir. And it turned from semi hard to really hard.

She smiled:

“I think we’re ready for our main course!”

Yes, I was ready. And main course sounded good. There had been a lot of first times that day, but in order to earn my certificate for my proper ‘first time’ I was still missing something.

“I’d like my main course!” I said.

“It’s getting cold out here! Let’s go inside.”

I didn’t feel cold, not at all. Well I hadn’t realized that the sun had gone down.

Amanda got up, and for a second she stood there in her naked beauty on top of me, and I was certain that I had never seen anything more perfect than her. All the girls in my porn. I had seen every angle of them and every inch of their bodies. But this was something else. Amanda was something else. Unreal. More real than those slim girls with their perfect bodies. What made them immaculate also made them fake compared to Amanda and her curves and her little dimples on the back of her thighs and the fading tattoos. She felt like she carried more meaning, more gravity.

She helped me up and playfully took me by the balls, and I followed her happily into the van.

“Top or bottom?” she asked as she pointed at the mattress.

“Can I be on the bottom?”

She smiled:

“I knew you were going to say that!”

And so Amanda climbed on top of me, and wrapped herself like a blanket around my body.

We slowly made love, and I explored everything about her, every inch of her body. Once again the explorer trying to uncover her secrets, her magic tricks.

Amanda enjoyed me touching her, almost patiently giving herself to my novice scientist nature.

I was disappointed when she took out a rubber and slid it over my cock with one single, experienced motion. I really wanted my cock to feel what my finger had felt earlier. But I guess that’s how things worked. When she gently put me inside of her, it felt new and unbelievable.

She slowly rode us to another orgasm, and I remember saying that I love her when I came.

I also remember that she didn’t react.

When Amanda pulled me out of her, she took the spoilt condom from my cock, tied it with a knot and dangled it over my head.

“Do you want this, or can I keep it?”

“You can have it, I guess.”

“Great! You know, I collect virgin cum! It’s nice knowing that I was somebody’s first and that they will always remember me!”

She looked at me for a second and then laughed:

“I’m just fucking with you!” And then she threw the condom out of the open door of the van. I wished she would have kept it. I would have liked to be her trophy on a shelf. It would be so cool to know that from time to time she would look at it and remember that moment. Like I most definitely would.

Amanda fell asleep soon after, but I couldn’t. I was too excited. So I watched her full, naked body resting so peacefully. Amanda looked like in some old painting in a gallery.

There was her backpack that she had carried when I met her at Fat Mikey’s. For a second I felt the urge to look inside, to see if I would find money or some loot or anything that would confirm any of my many theories I had about her.

But I didn’t. It just wasn’t right.

When I woke up the next morning, Amanda was already up.

She was ready to go. She sat at the steering wheel and studied a road map, which I thought was odd. Nobody did that anymore.

“Morning, sleepy head! Time to get up!” she said softly, but I could sense that she was impatient to leave.

So I got up, still naked. I found my shirt and my shorts. I had to go without underwear. ‘Commando’ as she had called it.

I wouldn’t have minded for her to dress me in one of her lady’s underwear.

I quickly got out to take a leak and then jumped into the van. The engine was already running.

We drove back until we reached an interstate.

She was quiet.

I didn’t know what had happened, if anything had changed, but her playfulness was gone, and she seemed serious, maybe even a little stressed.

She stopped at a gas station, filled up the van, and when she returned she said:

“I’m sorry, but this is where you have to go. There is a bus stop over there.”

She pointed somewhere past a diner and gave me a ticket for the bus back to the city.

I must admit, as surprising and devastating as these words were, I saw them coming. I protested only half-heartedly. Her silence had worn me down.

I just knew that there was no way that I could convince her to let me come along with her.

She thanked me and said a lot of words that people say when everything is already decided and won’t change anything.

Finally she took my face into her hands and gently kissed me one last time. It wasn’t the passionate kind of kiss that lovers exchange but an ordinary farewell kiss.

At that point I was so heartbroken and even had to fight the tears, and I didn’t want her to see them. So I got out of the car and walked to the bus station without looking back.

I wanted her to feel bad for her decision. But whatever her feelings where, she didn’t come after me.

One last time I heard that distinct noise of the engine, and the last thing I saw of her was how the van merged into the traffic on the interstate and disappeared.

Well, this is the story of how I lost my virginity.

There is just one last thing I have to say:

If you are some random person on the internet, I hope you enjoyed reading it. But I don’t really care.

‘Amanda’,

I know that you like to read porn stories on the internet. This story was written exclusively for you.

I’ve tried to find you without any success.

So this is the last way I can think. I know it’s a pretty long shot.

‘Amanda’, if you read this, and you remember me, please contact me!

Yours forever,

‘Tony’