Chance Meeting 33

CHANCE MEETING

It was purely by chance that my boyfriend Tommy and I were walking in the woods on a Saturday afternoon. It was a popular hiking trail. The trail went over a ridge and then split into three branches. We had been on the center branch that led to a nice viewpoint. The branch on the left led to a nice cool pond at the bottom of a valley. The branch on the right went for a couple of miles to another road.

Tommy and I had graduated from high school and were going to college in the fall. We weren't that serious, frankly. We saw each other as good company. We did some necking, but hadn't had any kind of sex. I'd let him take my shirt off and play with my tits and I felt his dick through his pants. One time I jacked him off. He had wanted to go further, but I wouldn't let him. He was a nice kid, maybe a little possessive, but generally a good time. I didn't like him enough to let him fuck me though. I had done it with a previous boyfriend, Rick, and it was a mistake. He was an asshole and after I let him do me the first time, all he wanted to do was fuck me. I dropped him a month later.

We walked to the junction of the three branches of the trail and Tommy suggested that we walk to the pond. It was early evening, but we had time, so I agreed. I hadn't been to the pond in a few years and had nice memories of it. Some friends and I had gone skinny-dipping there one night a long time ago.

Well, we got to the pond and it was beautiful. We took off our shoes and waded in the cool water. I told Tommy about skinny-dipping and he asked if I wanted to do it again. It was kind-of erotic and daring to do something like that and I was interested, but not sure. We would have to walk back in the dark if we stayed very long. Somehow, we got to kissing and soon we were lying on the grassy shoreline doing some heavy necking. Tommy was feeling-me-up which I enjoyed. After fifteen minutes or so, I got bold and took off my shirt and bra and laid back down with Tommy, who was topless too. We pressed our naked flesh against each other and Tommy sucked on my nipples. It was the first time anyone had done that and I realized how sensitive my titties were. I really enjoyed having him nuzzle and fondle my tits. I was definitely turned on.

Impulsively, I took off my shoes and with my back to Tommy, I pulled off my shorts and panties and waded into the water. After walking a few feet I dove in. The cool water on my skin felt really good. It was cold and exhilarating. I had goosebumps all over. I turned and saw Tommy walking into the water behind me. His prick was bobbing in front of him. He had a hard-on. I watched as he put his testicles in the cold water and flinched. I laughed at him and he dove in, swimming out into the middle of the pond where I was. We proceeded to kiss and press our bodies together in the water. We had trouble staying afloat and moved over to a cove where we could stand. Tommy was pressing his pecker into my stomach and was touching and caressing every part of my body. I wouldn't let him put his hands on my pussy and he tried to slide his dick between my legs, but I held him off. I held his cock and pumped it with my hand while he was sucking on my tits and rubbing my bare ass. He was truly in heat. I had to stay in control or he would fuck me. I wasn't ready for that.

It had gotten pretty dark in the twilight when we heard someone coming on the shore where we had entered. It was hard to see, but we could tell that it was two of our classmates, Greg and Patrick. They had come to the pond at night to smoke some marijuana and drink a six-pack of beer that they had. They were joking and fooling around and hadn't noticed us. Then, they saw our clothes. We had just left them on the shoreline. We hadn't hung or hidden them. They naturally investigated and began to call out whoever was in the pond.

"We have your clothes and you are going to have to come out of the water sooner or later. I'll bet you are getting cold." Patrick said.

Tommy said, "Hey guys it's just me, Tommy." He told me he would try to get our clothes without them seeing me.

Patrick was no dummy. He was a nice guy who had been in some of my classes. I liked him, but we had never gone out or anything. He told Tommy, "Tommy, shame on you. You must we wearing girl's clothes. I see a bra and panties."

I shouted out and asked them to let us get out and be on our way.

Greg said, "We're not moving. If you want to get out, you have to walk by us."

I pleaded with them to no avail. Patrick seemed to be whispering to Greg to let us get out like I'd asked, but Greg saw a unique opportunity to see me in the nude and wasn't going to let it pass. "Sylvia (that's me) has a hot bod. I wanna see it." He said.

I was getting cold and my teeth were chattering. Greg and Patrick had started a small campfire with some sticks they had found. Getting warm was mighty appealing. Tommy said I'll go and get our clothes and come around the side of the lake. I told him they probably wouldn't let him. He swam back to shore while I floated in the center of the pond, getting colder.

Tommy tried to talk to Greg and Patrick but Greg wouldn't agree to letting him get my clothes. In fact, he wouldn't let Tommy have his clothes, thinking Tommy might share his shirt with me. The discussion got a bit heated and I could see Tommy and Greg scuffling. Tommy went down from a punch to the gut and was lying on the shoreline naked.

I didn't want to see anyone get hurt, so I told them I was coming out. "Leave Tommy alone. I'm coming out."

I swam to the shore and waded the last few feet with all three guys looking at me. They could see my breasts and my very hard nipples, my stomach and the fur on my pussy. I have nice legs too, I've been told. Having three guys look at me walking naked was titillating. It was another new feeling. I'd never been naked in front of any boys before. I felt a bit of self-confidence when I saw them staring at me. I must be pretty hot, I thought.

As I neared the shore, Patrick said, "I have a towel. Come get warm by the fire."

I gladly accepted the towel and tried to dry myself off while the guys were sitting next to me. I asked Tommy if he was alright. He was, but his pride was damaged.

"Want a drink or a toot?" Greg asked. I had never tried marijuana and had wanted to, so I took the roach from Greg and sucked in the smoke. It hit me right away and my head spun a little.

I asked for my clothes, but Patrick asked me to sit by the fire and dry off. "You'll get sick if you get into your clothes before you dry off."

"I'll get sick it I sit her naked too." I retorted.

Patrick motioned for me to warm my hands over the fire. I got close and enjoyed the warmth while I took another toke and a swallow of beer. I realized that I had let the towel fall down in front and I was holding my bare breasts over the fire. It must've been quite a sight for my three admirers. When I took another smoke, I was flying pretty high. I sat on the towel with my naked body on display as the four of us passed around a bottle of wine that Patrick had produced and the roach.

Tommy wasn't taking any puffs and wanted to leave. He said, "Let's get our clothes and go."

Greg, who was the obnoxious one said, "You can go, but we've got your clothes. Stay a while and keep us company." He was looking at me for the company, not Tommy. I took a swig of wine and another toke. I was happy right where I was. I did ask for my shirt to keep warm. Patrick took off his short-sleeved button shirt and gave it to me instead. Greg asked me to leave it unbuttoned. He wanted to keep looking at my tits. I figured that I was trading views of my tits and pussy for alcohol and grass. They were just looking, which I kind of liked, so it seemed like a fair trade.

Tommy started to get upset. I told him that we should stay for a while. Greg and Patrick were being really nice to me, but not to Tommy. I wasn't paying attention to how they were treating Tommy. I liked the attention and getting high.

Tommy got angry, "Sylvia, I said let's go." He was bossy, which I don't like. I told him I wanted to stay. He got nasty and said, "Let's fucking go, you bitch." I said no and he said, "Then stay here and fuck them, I don't give a shit." Then he called me a "cunt" and Patrick stood up. They were about to fight again. Greg threw Tommy his clothes and told him to "hit the road." Tommy huffed, his pride hurt by me choosing to stay and from being bullied by Patrick and Greg. I'd really hurt his feelings. It was inconsiderate of me, but I was eighteen years old and hadn't learned to be nice to people yet. On the other hand, Tommy tended to be bossy which I didn't like, so insisting that I go was the wrong approach. Tommy huffed and walked off.

I stayed and kept drinking and smoking with Patrick and Greg. Greg was getting pretty wasted, but Patrick was keeping a steadier pace. He and I were talking and he kissed me. I kissed back and soon we were locking in an embrace. I was still nearly naked. His hands rubbing by back and pulling him closer. With his shirt that I was wearing gaping open and me being bare chested, I felt his chest rubbing against my breasts. His chest hair rubbed against my sensitive nipples. While I had held off Tommy in the water, I was really smitten by Patrick and was letting him do whatever he wanted. I reached down and unbuckled his pants. I grabbed his hard cock and pumped it with my hand. I had never had a cock in my mouth before and didn't know what to do, but I went down on him and took his prick in my mouth. He had a nice white and firm cock. I licked it and put it in my mouth. I had never looked at a penis up-close, so I examined this new toy. I pulled the opening at the tip apart to see where his cum would shoot from. I licked and fondled his balls while he laid on his back, enjoying my efforts. I was inexperienced, but I must've been doing something right because without any warning, his prick exploded, shooting one then another and another spurt of white semen onto my face and my hands. I tasted cum for the first time. I'm not sure I liked it, but giving Patrick pleasure made me want to lick his prick clean. I moved up and kissed him. He resisted kissing me with his semen in my mouth, but I overpowered him and forced my tongue into his mouth. He stopped resisting and we locked in an embrace.

Patrick had come, but I was still horny. I wanted more. I looked at Greg. I didn't particularly like him, but if I needed a cock, his was available. But he was out of it and probably wouldn't be able to get it up anyway. So, I went back after Patrick. I pulled him on top of me and he put his hand on my pussy, rubbing my bush and then probing around my crotch. He wasn't experienced either and didn't know where to touch me. I held his wrist and directed him to the best spots. He put his fingers inside me and kept his thumb on my clitoris. I didn't know what an orgasm was, but I was having a mild one as this boy finger-fucked me. I had to decide if I wanted to let him fuck me or not. He was getting heated back up and I found his cock had revived. I looked at him and said, "Make love to me." He was willing and able.

I laid back with the shirt open, naked to Patrick's gaze. He moved his prick into my crotch and I grabbed it and directed it to my hole. I felt him slide into me. It felt so good. I was being a very bad girl. Then I remembered and asked if he had a rubber. He didn't, but Greg was awake enough to help out. He heard us and threw the little packet to Patrick. It felt so good having his bare cock inside me, the first time I'd been done bareback. But I made him pull out and put on the rubber. When he went back in, it felt almost as good. His prick was probing inside me and I was getting wetter and wetter with each stroke. This felt much better than when I'd fucked my other boyfriend. Patrick was paying attention to me, not just himself. I finally felt him spasm and his prick pulse as he emptied his load into the condom.

We laid there for a while, next to each other, enjoying the feeling. I kept close to Patrick to keep warm. He finally gave me my clothes. We walked back on the trail to where he and Greg had parked. Greg had driven, but was stoned, so Patrick took the wheel. He drove me home and then took Greg home. Mom and Dad didn't notice that I had left with one boy and came home with another.

I called Tommy and apologized, using the excuse of being high. He accepted and apologized too. But that was the end of our relationship. We were going to be far apart during college anyway. I heard that he's found someone else.

Patrick asked me to go out and I agreed, but only if we weren't going to screw again. I didn't want to be just a piece-of-ass to him. He readily agreed. He took me out for fast-food and a movie. It was the first of many dates.

Greg is still pissed that he was too stoned to take a turn with me that night by the pond. I might have let him, too.

Patrick and I have continued to date and are now engaged. We go to different colleges, but are close enough to get together on weekends. We spend the weekends fucking each other, getting high and protesting something (there's always someone who's rights have been violated). We are America's future; isn't that great.