I had met Amanda four days before. We were both in high school and attending a conference at a camp that was owned by a religious organization. Fate had played a hand in us being placed in the same training group throughout the week. We met at lunch on Monday and by the assembly Monday night, we were holding hands.
Through the whole conference we were inseparable. The only time we were not together was when we were in our cabins sleeping. I would walk her to her cabin every night, and I would be waiting on the porch every morning to walk her to breakfast.
We were both seventeen. Amanda was five foot tall and weighed no more than ninety pounds. She was petite, with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, that seemed to sparkle around her pale skin. I was your average seventeen year old guy, but next to Amanda I looked like a giant.
In every training class we attended we sat together. Our hands seemed to never be apart, except in the presence of the chaperones. It was Wednesday when things started progressing a little farther than typical puppy love.
We were sitting at a table in one of the training sessions. Amanda moved her hand from mine and placed it on my thigh. I moved my arm up and laid it on the back of the chair she was sitting in. Her hand laid motionless for a few moments, then she began to softly squeeze my thigh. I looked at her, but she made no attempt to look back at me.
As I stated earlier, I was a typical seventeen year old, so when her hand began to squeeze my thigh, it sparked my hormones. My cock immediately became hard, my heart began to pound in my chest, and my palms become sweaty. I attempted to concentrate on the presentation being given and was having success, until her hand began to creep upward.
My hand gripped the back of her chair as her palm rubbed up the zipper of my shorts. I looked at her and without looking at me she licked her lips. Then her hand gripped the bulge in my shorts. I almost shot my load then and there.
Luckily, the session was over. Before I stood up I untucked my shirt so it would cover the bulge. When I stood, Amanda gave me a devilish smile. We held hands and went to the next session. The whole way across the campus, we talked, but neither of us mentioned what had happened.
I have to confess, my shower that night lasted a little longer than normal. My mind drifted back to Amanda’s hand on my package. I blasted the biggest load of my life and watched it go down the drain.
The next day was Thursday, and the next to the last day of the conference. I was sitting on the doorstep of Amanda’s cabin when she walked out. That day she was wearing a one piece shorts outfit. It honestly looked about one size to big for her, but I complimented her anyway. She was pretty, no matter what she wore. We joined hands and walked to the cafeteria for breakfast.
After breakfast we went to our first session. We sat in our normal seats, at the back table of the classroom. As soon as we sat down, we held hands. After a short time. Amanda pulled my hand to her and placed it on her thigh.
My hand had rested there before, so it wasn't really a surprise. The surprise came when Amanda lifted the material from her leg and pulled my hand between the material of her shorts and her bare leg. I am not sure how to explain what happened next, except my male instincts kicked in.
I rubbed my hand up her bare thigh to the crease between her sex and her thigh. I moved my fingers to graze over her panty covered mound, but there were no panties. My fingers landed on her downy covered lips. I heard a soft moan escape her throat.
I scooted my chair away from her a little so my arm was more comfortable and less suspicious. My fingers dipped between her plump lips and I traced my finger up and grazed her clitoris. She immediately grabbed my wrist and would not allow me to move it away.
For the remainder of that session, I strummed her clit. When she finally allowed me to pull my hand away from her, she looked at me and smiled. She had a flush look on her face. I assumed she had orgasmed by the wetness I had felt between her legs.
When we arrived at our second session. I attempted to repeat what I had done in the previous one, but she stopped me. This time, she placed her hand over my hard cock. She began to try and unbutton my shorts, but was having a hard time due to the trying not to be seen. So I did the gentlemanly thing and unbuttoned them for her.
She ran her warm hand between my abdomen and boxers and took my hard cock in her hand. She slowly stroked me, while the session continued. She would stroke it a few times, then run her finger over my head and smear the precum. How I didn't come is still a mystery to me.
Lunch was after that session. While at lunch we sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. We both had suspicious smiles on our faces.
“I am not a virgin,” Amanda confessed, surprisingly.
“Neither am I,” I replied. It wasn't a total lie. I had not actually had sex before, but I had penetrated a girls pussy with my penis while playing truth or dare at a party. I had been dared to put my cock in one of the girls pussy, and I did. I put it in and took it out.
“How hard do you think it would be for you to sneak out tonight?” She asked.
“I don’t think it would be hard. I have heard a couple guys sneak out this week.”
Then we plotted our plan.
At midnight, an hour after lights out, I was hiding behind a tree in front of Amanda’s cabin. I was only there a few minutes, and I saw her slip out of the door and slowly close it behind her. I emerged from my hiding place and we escaped in the shadows.
“You know, we could go to hell for this.” I said as Amanda opened the door of the little chapel.
She looked back at me and smiled. She led me through the chapel, past the statue of Jesus, to a small room in the front of building. She opened the door, the moon light was shining through the small window and gave the room a romantic glow.
We walked to the center of the room and Amanda turned toward me and stepped back. Her fingers moved to her outfit, the same outfit she had worn all day. She slowly unbuttoned the buttons. When the front was open, she pulled her arms from the top and it fell to the floor.
She stood in front of me with nothing on but her flip flops. Her breast were small, just small protrusions from her chest. Her nipples were hard. Her stomach was flat and hips narrow, but she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.