"I am not really... normal," I said, blushing with embarrassment.
"Who's truly 'normal?'" she countered. "For that matter, what's 'normal' anymore?"
We sat on a bench near the small lake at the edge of campus, the faint sound of a bass emanating from a nearby dorm. The student who was playing was definitely good, although hearing the same segment of music over and over was starting to pull at my nerves during what was already a nervous and stressful and worrisome situation.
My hand upon her thigh helped to calm me, to anchor me. After all, this was the woman I loved, and it was clear that she loved me as well, which was why I wanted - needed - to have this conversation with her.
I took a deep breath. "First of all," I said softly, even though no one was close enough to overhear our conversation, "I've been told that I'm fairly large."
She grinned. "Most guys would be quite proud of that fact," she said. "Most women would quite enjoy it."
"Well, it's not just my cock which is fairly large..."
She seemed to understand my meaning. She shrugged. "So you're unique in that way. It's no big deal."
"Okay." I hesitated. "I'm also quite copious."
"Good," she responded, placing a hand upon mine.
That was the end of the conversation, for we simply sat in silence for a long time, alternately gazing out across the lake and deep into each other's eyes. The conversation had changed nothing between us, fortunately, but there was still a very significant step ahead for us.
*****
Following the end of the semester, we headed to the forest near where she had grown up: just us, a tent, a pair of sleeping bags, food, some basic supplies, and Nature for three days. We were both eagerly anticipating the time away from the university, away from our studies, away from the city. We had last been camping together some two years earlier with a few other friends, back before we had begun dating, but this would be our first time camping alone.
She led the way to a spot she enjoyed, about an hour's hike from where she parked the truck. It was a warm afternoon, although the forest floor seemed dim and gloomy given the overcast sky. The lack of clear vision, however, only added to the togetherness she and I felt as we meandered, hand-in-hand, along the blazed trail, the smells of the forest quite refreshing, the sounds of the birds rather relaxing, and the sight of a lone doe and a pair of rabbits very endearing.
When we finally arrived at her chosen location, I knew instantly why she liked it. It was a small clearing surrounded by thick underbrush through which we had to hack. The trees around the clearing had a wide canopy of leaves high in the air, and while light could clearly reach the grassy ground, direct sunlight should be thwarted most of the day, keeping the temperature nice and comfortable most of the time. It was also well off the blazed trail, so that the chance of being disturbed was quite minimal. I was not at all surprised when she admitted that she liked to come here when she had a lot on her mind, and I felt quite honored that she had chosen to share such a special place with me.
Camp setup was fairly quick, and we gathered wood for a small fire for that evening. Soon we were cooking in the fire ring she had built here as a teenager, and as she related more of her stories of camping, canoeing, hiking, and skiing, I kept wondering how I was so lucky to have her in my life. As we boiled cleaning water on the backpacking stove, we spooned lovingly, talking quietly, the chatter giving way to a comfortable silence as I touched her, kissed her, and genuinely adored her.
The rustling of the leaves above us and the calls of the area birds provided a nice backdrop to the whimper which escaped her lips. As my arousal became more and more prominent, I gently rubbed against her as I touched her, and she was soon moving against me as well, sighing contentedly. Eventually, however, we returned to the campfire ring to clean the dinner dishes, allowing one final mundane intrusion into what would be an evening of discovery.
Soon, with the dishes put away and the bear bag hung high in the trees, we walked, hand-in-hand, a little further down the blazed trail to a small lookout area. From the outcropping of rock, we could see through a clearing and across the vast valley far below as farmers ended their day, families reunited for a late dinner, and friends went out for entertainment. As the daylight faded, we returned to her special location, the underbrush scraping at our legs and hips despite the jeans we both wore.
Together, we built a small campfire and slipped off our shoes and socks to feel the fresh grass between our toes, then I stretched out upon the ground, laying on my back to watch the stars emerge as daylight exited the sky. She came to lay upon me, her back to my chest, and we watched the sky together as I held her lovingly.
Nothing was said for a long time. The stars winked at us as if blessing our relationship. The small campfire crackled softly while the gentle breeze wafted the fire's warmth over us. In the shadows, I could barely discern the form of a deer slowly passing by. An owl announced its presence as it flew just above the trees.
She took my hands in hers and moved them from her stomach to her chest. I smiled, smartly taking the hint, and I gently squeezed, fondled, massaged her breasts. Even through t-shirt and bra, I could soon feel her nipples, hardened points attempting to make direct contact with my palms.
Underneath her, I began to harden and lengthen. Subtly, she moved against me, helping my arousal to grow even faster and firmer. Reaching back, she ran her fingers through my hair and gently scratched my scalp with her fingernails. As I continued to manipulate her breasts, I smiled to myself, thanking the stars for this wonderful woman, for this wonderful moment.
"You're making me wet..." she breathed. With her head resting against my shoulder, I kissed her cheek near the ear and gave her breasts a harder squeeze. "Yes..."
I continued, alternating gentle caresses with harder and harder squeezes. The sounds she made spurred me onward, which in turn had her soon writhing seductively upon me, her weight pressing me nicely into the grass as she retracted a hand from my hair and fumbled with the button of her jeans. I chuckled softly as I removed my hands from her chest. "Allow me, Miss," I whispered, able to easily unbutton her jeans with both hands. She then slipped a hand inside as soon as I had lowered the zipper, and I spread the denim aside, placing a large hand upon the front of her panty and feeling her small hand working underneath the thin cotton material.
After a moment, I allowed my hands to gently play over her body. With one hand, she continued to graze my scalp with her fingernails, while her other hand continued to rub and probe inside her panty. "So wet..." My lips found her cheek again, and again, and again, and she ultimately turned her head so I could kiss her forehead, her breath quite warm against my neck and lower jaw.
During the time we had been dating, we had often done this to each other: touching and teasing... but without any clothes being removed. The most which had happened thus far was that I might unbutton and unzip her jeans so she could easily slip a hand inside and masturbate herself, or I would slip a hand up under her shirt and fondle her chest through the cups of her bra.
But this time would be different. Her period having ended a few days beforehand, she was definitely ready, definitely primed, her birth control pills in full effect.
I only hoped that it would be enough.
The way she moved upon me truly enticed me. Her weight upon my thick length felt both wonderful and frustrating - frustrating because I truly wanted to slide into her body for the first time, frustrating because I wanted to feel her yield to me as I joined with her in the most intimate way possible.
And, despite the fact that I had had sex with a few other women - who attended other colleges - before dating her, this was the first time that I felt the primal need to deposit my seed inside someone. In my heart, I wanted to make love to this special woman, but deep in my soul, I desired to inseminate her, and the latter was a very unexpected feeling - almost a need - for me.
Fortunately, the birth control pills she was taking would prevent my seed from actually impregnating her.
...hopefully, for neither of us was truly ready yet to become a parent.
Something about the setting was beginning to affect me. My arms wrapped around her rather tightly as she continued to pleasure herself, her body instinctively writhing upon me. She was moving quite a bit, and that was causing me to leak noticeably beneath her. I could feel it: slightly sticky, rather copious. I recognized its biological purpose: to provide natural lubrication when I was finally inside her.
I so desperately wanted to be inside her.
