Chapter 1

I had returned home for Christmas with the Family. It had been four years, and I had graduated, earning my degree in nursing. I had driven out to the lake, to the very place where my life changed one wondrous Spring evening.

I'm Clara, and I was twelve years old when my parents moved us to a small town in Northwest Arkansas. My father had retired from the Air Force and came here to be close to his Family. My grandparents were aging and needed help running the family farm. 

Compared to MacDill AFB in Tampa, Florida, adjusting to life here wasn't easy and was dull at best. 

At the farm, I enjoyed being around the horses. I learned to ride, and it became my chore to take care of them. Muck the stalls, groom, feed, water, and exercise them. My favorite was a four-year-old gelded Paint named Tonto. We took to each other from the start, and he would whinny a greeting when I approached, especially with an apple. With Tonto, I would often forego a saddle; I enjoyed riding him bareback.

 We lived within walking distance of town, and I walked to school. I was shy, and it took some time, but eventually I adjusted and made a few friends.

In High School, I never felt in the same league with the more popular girls. I was reserved in my interactions with others and dressed demurely. My girlfriend Kathy would tease me about my attire.

I was seventeen, starting my senior year. I was a late bloomer, and my body had matured. Though lean and petite, I was curvaceous, with a light complexion, wavy, long blonde hair, and hazel eyes. My breasts had grown noticeably and were full and firm. Wanting to fit in, and with Kathy's encouragement, I dressed less conservatively. I wore snugger blouses, tight jeans, shorter skirts, and dresses. That didn't go unnoticed by the boys, and I began to receive attention.

I dated and, though tempted, hadn't allowed it to go beyond kissing and light petting. That ended when Brian, a starting guard on the basketball team, out of the blue, asked me out. I was surprised; aside from a civics class, I had no interaction with him. I had attended some of the games, and watching him on the court, I admired his athleticism. He was part Native American, handsome, tall, and sinewy, with long black hair and brown eyes. He led the team in scoring, assists, and other categories.

We started dating and soon became exclusive. Winter had come to an end, and we attended the annual spring dance. The dress was informal. I was dressed in a white short-sleeved button-down blouse, a blue flared miniskirt, and white flats. Brian wore blue jeans, a white short-sleeve shirt, and brown loafers.

There was a little drama as Cindy, a cheerleader whom Brian had dated, stared daggers at us. I didn't ask, and I didn't care to know about their history. Brian appreciated that. We socialized and danced the night away.

After the dance, we had left and were in Brian's truck, making out. Our mouths locked passionately, devouring each other. I teased his erection through his jeans, enjoying the moans I elicited from him. Brian fondled my breasts through my blouse.

Aroused, something came over me, and without a thought, I broke the kiss. I sat back, unbuttoned my blouse, reached behind me, unhooked, and pulled my bra off. It was the first time I bared my breasts for Brian or anyone.

Brian's eyes grew large, "Oh lord!" He exclaimed.

I was thrilled with his reaction. My breasts were swollen and nipples hardened points, flushed with arousal. I cupped each and said, "Do you like what you see?"

Brian reached out with both hands, lightly caressing each one, and said, "I've fantasized seeing them bare; they're beautiful." 

His fingers brushed my nipples, triggering a flood of warmth from within. "Oh yes," I moaned. I pulled his head against my breast, and he pressed his lips to an engorged nipple. 

"Oh, god," he murmured in a throaty voice as he nuzzled my breasts and sucked on a nipple. I moaned and shuddered; the sensations were electric. While one hand squeezed and teased the other breast. His free hand touched my thigh and slowly inched up between them. 

The heat emanating from my sex, combined with the scent of my arousal, permeated the cab of the truck. My resistance was failing as I succumbed to my carnal need. Brian's hand slid up inside my panties. I moaned, "Oh my...," spreading my legs apart and arching my back as he stroked my labia. Fingers penetrated my slick folds and into my depths as my pussy spasmed and clenched around them.

I writhed and bucked as Brian's fingers plunged in and out of me, his palm rubbing my engorged clit. Between his mouth suckling on my breast and the penetration, I was on the brink. Before long, the waves hit and I cried out, "Oh my god, yes!" 

Startled by my outcry, Brian pulled back, surprised and alarmed. He started to pull his hand away, but I grasped it, holding it to my mound as I climaxed around his fingers.

"Clara, you okay? Did I hurt you?"

I released his hand. The look of apprehension on his face brought me back to earth. It took a while to react as I regained my senses; the silence must have been unnerving for him. Amused at his reaction, I giggled and said, "Oh lord no, I'm fine, more than fine. I orgasmed, Brian, you made me cum. It was wonderful."

He was at a loss for words as I grasped his face and leaned in, kissing his warm, tender lips.

Breaking the kiss, I released his belt, unbuttoned, and pulled the zipper down. I reached into his jeans, caressing his erection, and said, "Now it's my turn to pleasure this."

I gripped the waistband, and Brian leaned back, raising his hips to assist me as I pulled the jeans and boxers down. It was my first unfettered view. I gasped at the sight of his thick, erect phallus, its head purplish and its length encircled with a lattice of throbbing blue veins. Though tempted to mount it, I resisted. I wasn't quite ready, despite my desire.

The tip oozed precum out of the bulbous head. I had an overwhelming urge to taste it, wrap my lips around it, and suck my first cock. I wrapped my fingers around the base and lowered my mouth. I licked the cum off the tip. It was bittersweet on my tongue, with a slightly salty, sweet tang and a creamy texture. I thought, not at all unpleasant.

I swirled my tongue around the head. Then took it in my mouth and began sucking. He groaned and grasped my head as I bobbed up and down the length. I gagged when it hit my throat, not able to take him all the way. I thought to myself, I'll work on that. Before long, I felt him tense, and he yelled out, "Oh god, I'm going to cum!" 

Oh my, did he ever, filling my mouth with his cum as I sucked and swallowed every drop. 

That night, lying in bed, remembering the evening, I felt it was time. Though a virgin, my hymen had broken riding horses. I had started on the pill and knew I was ready to exploit my sexuality fully, and wanted to do it with Brian.

Chapter 2

With the Spring came gatherings at the lake. That first weekend, instead of joining the others, Brian parked the truck in a secluded spot with the bed facing the lake. With an air mattress covered with a blanket and the tailgate down, we snuggled together, enjoying the view.

 It was a warm evening with a gentle breeze. A full moon bathed the lake's surface, where the reflected light shimmered and danced.

Earlier, when he picked me up, he seemed a little anxious. We sat quietly, drinking a beer, feeling relaxed. I asked, "What's up? You seem distracted."

Brian sighed and replied, "Clara, you know I've received interest from recruiters with offers of an athletic scholarship for college. I've been invited to play summer league ball with an AAU team. They are based in Memphis, and it's a great opportunity to draw more attention. I regret springing this on you, but I just got the invite today."

Surprised by this revelation, I didn't have an immediate response. Things were going well between us. I had been wrapped up in the present and hadn't given much thought to the future. It dawned on me that we were Seniors and graduation was a few months away. With college looming, our lives would change. Our paths were headed in different directions. I would be heading to Santa Barbara City College to pursue a nursing degree. Brian would receive an athletic scholarship and hoped to play professional basketball someday.

I could see and feel the apprehension as he waited for my response. I sat up facing him. "Brian, I'm thrilled you'll have this opportunity. You need to follow your dream. I would never want to hold you back. We are both young and have found solace in each other. Call it love, but I'm not sure either of us really knows what that is. What I do know is I have a deep, abiding fondness for you and will always cherish our time together. I believe you feel the same."

Brian said, "Yes, Clara, I feel the same about you; that makes this harder."

I replied, "We still have time together until graduation. Brian, I have something I need from you."

Looking anxious, he asked, "Whatever it is, just ask, and if it's within my power to give it, it's yours."

Knowing what I was about to ask might shock him. I leaned forward, kissed him tenderly, smiled, and said, "Brian, I want you here and now to make love to me. I'm a virgin, and I want you to be my first."

Brian's expression was aghast as, without hesitation, I wiggled out of my shorts and panties, unbuttoned my blouse, and removed my bra. I lay back seductively spread before him.

Brian's face was flushed, and he was breathing hard as he asked, "Clara, are you sure?"

I replied, "Yes, I want this, Brian."

"Oh God, yes!" He exclaimed. 

He stood and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I admired his lean, muscular chest and abs. Then he removed his shorts and boxers. I gasped at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.

There stood before me a nude Warrior with his long flowing black hair and fire in his deep brown eyes.

Every cell inside me buzzed with unified desire. My vagina was hot and wet with arousal, and my fully engorged clit was swollen and needy.

He knelt and crawled onto me. I welcomed him into my embrace and pulled his head against my breasts. He pressed his lips to an engorged nipple. "Oh, god," he murmured in a throaty voice as he nuzzled my breasts and sucked on a nipple. A hand touched my thighs and stroked up between them, as I caressed his hard, throbbing cock. 

My body shuddered as he shifted and lay on top of me, his skin touching mine. I whispered, "I want to look into your eyes when you cum for me." I caressed his face, drawing his mouth to mine, kissing him softly. 

Positioned against my entrance, he began to push, the plumlike head parting my soaked labia. I put a hand in my mouth and bit my palm to keep from crying out. "It's going in," I whispered, feeling the swollen lips of my vulva spread wide to receive his thickness. My inner dampness welled up to meet his penetration. He pulled out and then slid back in, my vagina more welcoming. I felt the walls stretching taut to accommodate him. 

Brian gently pushed in deeper. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. 

Each inch brought me a new sensation of fullness, taking my breath away as I moaned from the sheer pleasure.

"Don't stop, fill me," I whimpered. It was a wonderful, intense feeling that made me ache and thrilled me more than any sensation I had ever experienced. Brian pressed in deeper until I was fully impaled.

"How does it feel?" he asked. 

I grasped his back, coaxing his full weight onto my chest, wrapping my arms around him, and said, "Oh, you fill me so. It feels divine."

I spread my legs wide, opening my hips and womb to him. He began pumping me with long, steady thrusts. Each plunge heightened my pleasure and deepened my arousal. "Oh, god yes," I whimpered. My arousal mounted as he increased the pace. I raised my hips as he thrust rhythmically, rock hard and steady, his cock pistoning into my willing womanhood. "Yes, that's it! Fuck me," I wailed.

My body flushed with intense heat as I locked my legs around him, drawing him deeply into my unveiled warmth. I sobbed and whimpered with smothered joy. I bit his shoulder and raked his back with my fingers, nails digging in. He gasp, his face flushed. My back arched, and I writhed beneath him, meeting each thrust as his manhood filled me. 

"Oh! Yes, harder!" I cried aloud, gripping his ass as he fucked me with increased ferocity. 

"Oh fuck!" He groaned. 

Shudders thundered through me. My legs quivered as they tried to hang on, my fingers clawing into Brian's ass as my pussy trembled and quaked. A violent rush of heat coursed through my body. His moaning grew louder.

"Yes, cum for me! Fill me!" I cried out.

He let out a roar like a feral animal and tensed. His cock throbbed and spasmed as he released deep within me. My pussy clenched around his cock. I felt the heat and pressure building from within my womb. The wonderous feeling of his warm seed unleashed a great spasmic wave within me as his thick release saturated my warm hollow and claimed my sacred center. Then, continuous waves one after another, spread warmth throughout my womb, leaving me breathless.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" I cried out, as I writhed and quivered in the throes.

I held him tightly as his body trembled. His face met mine, and he kissed me delicately. I whimpered into his mouth, relishing in the mixing of our release, our bodies fused and holding fast as his semen floated inside me.

Physically and emotionally spent, I began to sob, tears of joy running down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, brushing my cheek with his lips and tasting my salty tears. 

"It feels so good," I moaned. 

A heavy wave of contentment settled into me. My body used and satisfied, bathed in the result of our coupling, my soul soared. A euphoric high embedded deep within me, my virginity taken, completing my transformation. 

We stayed quiet, motionless, and bonded for several minutes. Finally, Brian broke the silence.

His eyes were full of contentment and warm as he gazed down upon me and said, "Clara, that was Incredible."

I blushed and answered, "It was perfect."

Chapter 3

There I sat, reminiscing about that night and the rest of the Spring that followed. Brian and I were young lovers, restless and bold. Both of us were dealing with our teenage angst. Together, we found solace and discovered the joy of sex. We would steal away whenever we could, often to that very spot at the lake.

Upon graduating, as agreed and with no regrets, we knew our time together was at an end. We had our whole lives ahead of us and knew we were on different paths. With the promise to stay in touch, we went our separate ways. Our parting was sealed with a prolonged embrace and a final passionate kiss as Brian left for Memphis. I failed to hold back the tears as I waved goodbye.

The end.