The following is a true story.
Erika was my first real girlfriend. She's year older than me, but I never thought about it that way. To me, she always felt younger. We were the same in almost too many ways. We loved the same movies. We laughed at the same jokes. The final nail in the coffin was that we happened to have the same name. People would always make comments about how adorably similar our names were and I must say, I did enjoy the attention.
I met Erika three days after my eighteenth birthday on the first day of my senior year in high school. She sat down right next to me and I almost lost consciousness. I've always found women with a darker complexion more appealing than the white bimbos that filled my school. I got to know Erika by first guessing her ethnicity. I found out that she was mainly Puerto Rican with a little Arab somewhere in the mix. She was (and remains to this day) a beautiful girl. Her dark brown hair was about shoulder length and I always had to resist the urge to play with it. Like two scoops of the creamiest chocolate ice cream, her breasts would barely fill a C cup. I didn't care. I loved the fact that they would fit in my hands like a glove. I don't know her exact measurements and I prefer to keep it that way. I can't stand men who try to memorize the measurements of their women. Math should never be a factor when it comes to appreciating those sensuous curves.
The greatest feature that she possesses is the most glorious ass that I've ever seen on a female. She has a traditional Latin booty, but it fits her so damn well. And although short, her perpetually tan legs run all the way up to her body to meet at the greatest crevice on earth.
While wearing a short denim skirt, she is quite seriously, the sexiest woman I've ever seen. There would be days when we'd come home after school and she would head upstairs to put her books away. When she came back down, she'd be wearing that same skirt that I loved so very, very much except without the panty barricade. She'd lie down on the couch next to me and I'd run my hands up the inside of one thigh until my finger disappeared inside her pussy.
We had our simple fun until the culmination on prom night. It might sound corny, but after prom we went back to her house and made love. Never has a cliché ever felt so good.
Since that night, we took every open opportunity to have sex. They didn't come often because of her fundamentalist parents. The times in between our sexual romps were unbearable. I found myself disappearing constantly in day dreams about her rounded butt.
It was one weekend in July that I had a camping trip planned out. At first, it wasn't meant to be a weekend full of sex, but after my dad dropped out of the picture, I took it upon myself to finish setting up the weekend with increased enthusiasm. I packed the van and blatantly lied to her parents about my father coming with us. I didn't care. My father said he could cover for us, although I knew that the idea made him very uncomfortable. I wasn't about to lose such a great opportunity.
It was a two hour drive to the campground and all I could think about was different ways of pleasing my love inside of our double sleep bag. I wanted the neighboring campsites to hear our cries of pleasure at night.
Luckily for us, Erika had gotten birth control pills the month earlier. Everything was going my way for once. Every time we had sex before the added contraception came into the picture had added guilt and worry to our first few great times together. I hated the idea of having pregnancy take away what was supposed to be the most amazing time of my life.
When we got to our camp site, we set up our tent, but didn't bother with any other equipment. I set up my cooking grate over the open fire and threw a few burgers on it for dinner. The sizzle made my mouth water, but in all honesty I couldn't tell if it was the burgers, or the thought of Erika's pussy that made me feel so hungry. No doubt it was a mixture of the two. Don't get me wrong, I am very sexual, but nothing can beat a delicious burger. We ate and continued to lounge by the fire. She snuggled up against me on my fold out chair laid her head on my chest. We lounged in front of the open fire until the sun went down, reminiscing about our amazing prom night. Every time she took a breath, I felt her breasts press against me through her tank top. Their softness reminded me of the warm skin that would be next to my naked body all night long. I imagined the heat from her as being even hotter than the fire that was starting to hurt my feet. I moved them and she stirred.
"Did you fall asleep?" I asked. She looked up at me with tired eyes and I knew she didn't have to answer the question. She opened her full lips to say something, but I interrupted.
"C'mon, it's getting late, let's go to bed," I half-ordered her, holding back my excitement. I was doing all I could to keep from tearing Erika's clothes off.
We entered the tent to get our bed time gear. We both brushed and she took off her make-up. I always hated the fact that she wore make-up. It was completely unnecessary for her. I constantly called her a gorgeous girl, but she one who did not understand what an honest compliment was.
I had zipped two sleeping bags to form a double. I slid in my side of the giant sleeping bag and set the lantern in the corner facing away so it wouldn't blind us as we settled in. It was then that I watched her take off her tank top. Her breasts swung free off their cotton constraint and I drank in the image through dim light. She slid off her shorts and panties in one fluid motion causing me to get a little choked up. That inspired me to kick off my boxers under the sleeping bag. I always slept in the nude, but I wasn't sure how she slept until that moment. We had never had the pleasure of sharing a bed together. She got in facing me and propped her head up on her elbow.
"I'm glad I was able to come with you this weekend. You look forward to this every year and I just didn't want my parent's to ruin it for you. I didn't have the heart to follow their rules this time. It was very nice of your dad to cover for us."
"I'm just happy you were able to come along. There's nothing I'd rather do more than fall asleep next to you. I hated it when we napped together after school and I had to make sure I didn't fully pass out so your mom wouldn't come home and see us with limbs all intertwined."
She tilted her head toward me and laughed.
I learned a lot about body language for my graduation project. If a woman every exposes her neck to you, even for an instant, it means that she is exposing the most sensitive part of her body and therefore wants you. Naturally, I took her playful laughter as a sign to begin my exploration of her body. My lips shot out in search of hers. I tasted those luscious lips as I always had. They were wet and welcoming. I brought my hand up to her neck and pulled her closer to me.
