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.
