Sex. People start wondering about it from the moment they hit puberty and probably never stop thinking about it until they're dead. Unfortunately, thinking about it isn't the same as experiencing it, and I had reached a stage where I wanted to experience it. I just felt that the time was right.
My immediate problem was choosing a partner. I'm nineteen and obviously I want someone around my own age, although there are some older men in the area who I might look on favourably. The unmarried ones, that is. There again, an attractive, unmarried, but older, man is unmarried for a reason so it's probably better to steer clear of them.
I live up in the hills, within reasonable distance of the town. Most of the boys were in that town so I tended to look around whenever I went there. This didn't mean that there weren't some viable specimens up in the hills, but I didn't see them all that often.
I was finding that it was harder than I expected to find someone who could initiate me into the delights of forbidden pleasures. I thought that my requirements were fairly straight forward. A nice boy, my age or a little older, reasonably fit, and reasonable to look at. Lay it out like that and there should be no problem, right?
Wrong. The devil was in the details. David met that criteria but when I stopped to say hullo I found the he had a smell that made me sick to my stomach. I cut that meeting short and sort some fresh, clean, air to breathe. That was only the first of adjustments I had to make to my requirements.
Intelligence was required. Loud mouthed machismo was not. Brutes need not apply. Boys with partners not wanted. Someone who'd boast of a conquest definitely not wanted. (I wanted sex, not a reputation.) I was starting to feel quite despondent about the paucity of available males.
That was the situation when I decided to go fishing one Friday afternoon. There was a decent pond where the river looped around a nearby hill and you can always catch a trout there. (Well, I can even if others can't.)
I grabbed my equipment and hiked to the pool. I reached the pool and dumped my stuff near the spot I normally fished from. That's when someone spoke to me.
"You're going to be out of luck, Mary-Beth," a voice said. "I've been swimming and I suspect that all the fish are currently in hiding."
Irritated I turned my head in the direction of the voice, spotting Jaques wading towards the shore. I frowned at him. He had no right to spoil my fishing.
Jaques is what you call a non-entity. I mean, you just tend to not notice him, even if you're the only two people in a room. He just doesn't register. I probably should have spotted him in the pool, but it was Jaques, so I didn't.
Even now, when I was talking to him, he barely registered on me. That is until I saw some unexpected movement. That's when the entirety of the situation registered loud and clear. Jaques had been skinny-dipping. In other words, naked. Leaving the pool put all his nakedness on display, which I didn't fully register until that unexpected movement.
The movement was his cock. It had gone from flaccid and shrunk due to the cold water to interested and tumescent. Even as I focused my eyes on it the damned thing reared up into the air. I'd never actually seen a naked man's cock before, let alone one standing tall, and I was somewhat shocked. I knew in theory what the things looked like. Who, in this day of the internet, didn't? I also knew that on average a man's erection was from six to eight inches long. I'd just never realised how big six to eight inches could be when applied to an erection that was right there.
"Do you mind?" I asked, trying to sound offended rather than fascinated.
You may be wondering why I'd never considered Jaques as a potential sex instructor. The answer is simple. He's a non-entity and I'd completely overlooked him.
"I don't mind at all," he said with a laugh, continuing to walk towards me.
I looked around and spotted his clothes, over to the side under a tree. That explained why he was walking in my direction, and probably enjoying giving me an eyeful. I was doing my best not to watch him as he passed, which, in hindsight, was a mistake.
He didn't exactly pass me. He stopped next to me and pushed my shoulder firmly. I simply took a step back and found I couldn't. His leg was behind mine, resulting in me tripping and falling backwards. Jaques very thoughtfully caught hold of me and guided my fall so I didn't crash to the ground, but I still landed flat on my back, unhurt but quite startled.
I was even more startled, let us say shocked, at what happened next. I was simply dressed for some fishing. Just a t-shirt and some leggings. Jaques glommed onto my leggings, hauling them down (along with my panties, damn him) while at the same time lifting, hoicking my legs up into the air.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at him, even while a little voice was whispering what do you think he's doing you idiot.
