Erica's Hot Summer
This is the follow up story to "Erica, My College Virgin". You do not have to read it for this story, but if you want context as to this story, please do. This story happened the summer before we met. This story is true according to what Erica has told me. I did add some "embellishment" for the details she left out.
It was a beautiful summer day in Ohio. The sun was shining with a light breeze in the air. It was Saturday, so Erica did not have to work at her summer job today. Plus, Erica had a date planned for that evening.
Erica finished up her chores for the day (she grew up on a farm with sheep and chickens) and decided to take a shower before her date. The hot water felt good running over her body. Erica lathered up some soap and started washing herself. Her fingers lingered on her 18-year-old, 34-C breasts, sudsing them up and lightly running her fingers over her nipples as they became hard. Despite being what could be called an "athletic" build from working on the farm, Erica had quite prominent breasts. Not many of her girlfriends were blessed with the chest she had.
Then Erica slowly moved her hands down to her pussy, carefully washing it, sliding her fingers past her nut-brown pubic hair to her outer lips. She did not mean to masturbate, but she could not help herself and gently rubbed a finger along her clit, sending shivers up and down her spine, feeling so good. Erica thought about her boyfriend, Tim, whom Erica had been seeing for a few weeks now. They had had a lot of fun together. Erica had a simple attraction to Tim. He was handsome, and available. Living in the country, their simply was not a lot to choose from. He was somewhat of a "bad boy", but that made him that more enticing for Erica.
However, Erica realize she was running late so she reluctantly stopped herself and turned off the water to get ready. She grabbed a towel to dry off and stepped out of the shower and went to her room to get ready. Erica put on Her bra and panties, and a nice sleeveless shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts. She lived a pretty sheltered life. Church on Sunday, prayer at meals. This meant that her underwear and bra were the standard white cotton panties and white, conservative bra. Erica went back to the bathroom and blow dried her hair and styled it just perfectly. She completed her look by applying a very conservative amount of make-up.
She finished right before Tim's truck pulled up their long driveway. Erica told her parents "bye" and got into his truck. Tim leaned in for a kiss but Erica pushed him away. "Not in front of my parents!" she said. Tim smiled. "She is so worried about what her parents think of her", he thought.
Tim had recently finished his stint in the Army and was now back home trying to figure out what to do with his life. He was about six feet tall, with an athletic build that he got from his training in the Army. He still wore his dark hair cropped short, but had started to grow a moustache and goatee, as the local fashion was going. He had almost olive skin...an almost Italian look.
Tim put his truck in reverse and backed out of the drive. They made light conversation as they drove to the local saloon he favored, the Kodiak. The Kodiak is not exactly what you would call a "dive". It was a local beer hall but had a sand volleyball court outside. Tim would play pickup volleyball and Erica would watch, sipping her Coke (she was only 18 after all). She always liked it when it was warm and Tim slipped his shirt off. His muscled pecs turned her on.
Tim finished his game and grabbed a beer. They talked a bit and decided to order some food. So far in their relationship, they had gone slow. Much slower than Tim would have liked. But Erica was firm in her resolve, rooted in her conservative mid-Western values. Sure, they had made out some. Kisses evolved into French kissing and hands began to roam somewhat, but Erica was insistent that his hands stay about her waist. Tim had even ventured to cup her breast during one make out session, over her shirt. Erica went stiff at this. Tim, however, was not deterred and kept kissing Erica and rubbing her breast, trying to find her nipple under her bra. Erica finally let her guard down...somewhat, and moaned as his hand touched her breast.
Erica was so different than the girls he met in the Army. Most of the girls he met there were "floozies", ready to give blow jobs, and more, in exchange for drinks and food.
Erica was different. She was not "high maintenance", but much more of a challenge. He wondered if he could break her resolve. He was convinced she was a virgin, due to her upbringing. He would love to de-flower her young pussy.
They hung out at the Kodiak for a couple more hours. Being a small town, friends showed up and they talked and laughed. However, it was starting to get late. Erica still had a curfew at midnight and she did not want to break it. So, at around 11 PM, they paid their bill and went back to Tim's truck. He drove them down the country roads back towards their homes (Tim's home was only about a mile down the road from Erica's). It did not take long and soon they were near Erica's house. Erica told Tim to slow down. He looked at her quizzically. Then she said, "there it is...turn here". He was not sure what was going on but he turned down dirt road that led into a local tree farm on their street. It was pitch black outside, with only the moon providing light. They got to the end of the dirt road and he stopped, and began turning the truck around. Once he got turned around, Erica told him to turn off the truck.
