Band Camping

"Oh Jen, oh God... I'm gonna... I..." I was looking down at the side of her face, watching her making the sounds she was, when she did something that did it for me.

"Do it, Dan, do it... for me..." Jen encouraged me. She twisted her torso a little, as she continued to hump her butt into my groin, revealing more of her left breast until... there it was!

Just as I saw the slightly darkened area of her areola, followed by the rigid nipple, come into view, I lost it. My hips jerked wildly, forcing my pulsing penis harder into her crack, while I felt several hot jets of my semen flood into my underwear.

"Ohhh, God, I can feel... feel you cumming!" Jen reached one of her hands back around my hips, tugging on me to push against her harder. "Holy fuck, that's so hot!"

"Ahhhh, Jennnnn..." I moaned, my eyes fluttering with the intense pleasure I was feeling. "Ungh, ungh... ohhhhh..." My voice could only push unintelligible sounds out of my mouth. I felt as if I had been reduced to a puddle of tingling, pulsing spasms of pure bliss.

"Dan... I gotta... please!" Jen suddenly began to beg, pushing back into me firmly. She suddenly let go of my hip, as she pulled slightly forward and away from me. I immediately missed the contact, but Jen flipped her body over, so that she was face up, her gorgeous breasts completely exposed to my eyes. Not only had I just had an orgasm dry-humping this incredible girl, but now she was letting me see her beautiful and flawless chest. Had I just died and gone to heaven?

"Oh... wow..." I whispered, feeling awestruck. My whole body was still tingling and shaky after that intense orgasm. Was this actually happening?

"Hump me, Dan... please, hump me and kiss me!" Jen looked desperate, as my eyes finally found hers. All this time of our chaste (okay, rather intense at times) kisses and limited touching, I'd never seen or heard her act this... sexily. I must have died, or fallen asleep and I was just having a dream. Everything felt so surreal. This was still Jen, right? I hadn't just fallen asleep and imagined it? But the wetness I was feeling in my own pants, my racing heart, and a smell that wasn't there just a few moments ago made me realize that this most definitely was real.

"Dan!" Jen's voice was filled with an urgency I'd never heard from her before, snapping me quickly back to my senses. She had spread her legs, giving me a quick glimpse of the damp spot on her shorts. She placed her legs on either side of me, and scooted closer. She reached up, pulling me by the shirt back down with her, until I was nearly on top of her. "God, I gotta feel you against me. Hump me, Dan, make me cum!"

"O-okay, of course I will, for you," I finally found my voice. I began to push my still-hard penis against her pelvis. I could feel an intense heat from her crotch, along with the slipperiness of my semen in my underwear. Definitely not a dream. "Holy shit... Jen... I..."

"Just... ungh... more! Harder!" Her words encouraged me and I complied, trying to press my rigid member where I thought she'd like it the most. Her legs hooked around my butt, as she started to pant and grunt with my every movement. "Yes... yes, like... oh, like that! Ah, ah, ah, Dan..."

"Oh Jen, I... you..."

"No more... words... just... keep... ohhh... going... yessss... yess... like that..." Jen rhythmically moaned every time I pressed against her. "Dan! Fuck, yes, I'm gonna... gonna... cummmm!" Her last word was held, continuing into a hum of pure ecstasy. Her legs clamped harder against me, limiting the motion I had going against her, but she didn't seem to mind. For a moment, she didn't even seem aware of her surroundings. Her whole body went rigid for a moment, before she began trembling all over.

Without warning, she grabbed my face with both hands, and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her noises of pleasure were passed directly into my mouth now, her hands frantically caressing the back of my head and the sides of my face.

The kissing continued, even after her rigid body began to loosen its death-grip on me. It took a few more minutes before we finally broke from the kiss, both of us panting for breath. I lay directly on her, our groins still pressed firmly together, her bare breasts shoved against my shirt-covered chest.

Jen smiled at me. "Wow..." She closed her eyes and gave me a peck on the lips. "That was... definitely a first for me, and..."

"Fan-fucking-tastic?" I finished for her.

She laughed. "My thought exactly!" She wiggled her hips against me a little. "God, how can you still be hard after that?"

"Um... you. I think I said that before, right? It's just you that does that to me."

"Hmm, you did, only to my question of how you could get hard from something simple. This, I can understand." She paused for a moment, looking at me with a grin. "I am so fucking wet right now."

Despite what we just did, that comment actually shocked me a bit. I must have blushed a little, because she started giggling.

"I think I can understand now how you can get so hard: I mean, you still have all your clothes on and you made me wetter than I've ever been before."

That filled me with a little pride.

"Really? I know you've made me harder than I've ever been before."

"I know, I could feel it." She wiggled her hips again. "Still can."

"Ohhh," I moaned at the sensation, "keep it up and I might go again."

"Damn, you fountain. If you cum any more our shorts will be soaked through. Probably already are..." She pressed gently against my chest. "I should probably change. You too."

"Into what?" I asked, aware that I didn't have any clothes at her place, and pretty sure that she didn't have anything I could wear.

"Oh, yeah..." She pushed me back further, until I was sitting up again. Her breasts were exposed again, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of them. "We probably need to get you... hey!" She swatted me in the chest, just noticing I had been staring. "I know they're nice, but sheesh, we just did... that... together."

"They are beyond nice," I said, looking at her arm covering her chest. "I can think of several words: perfect, gorgeous, amazing, awe-inspiring, delicious..."

She was clearly amused, but also looked a bit relieved. "You really think so, Dan?" She uncovered them, biting her lip as she watched me.

"Oh yeah... without a single doubt." I smiled reassuringly at her. "They are so completely perfect on you."

"You're a sweetie," she grinned, leaning forward for a kiss. I gave her one, using the moment to give a squeeze to one of her breasts. "Hey, you pervert."

"Just had to make sure they felt as perfect as they look."

"Uh huh. I better put them away before you hurt yourself," she said, gesturing to my shorts. She reached down to the floor to grab the bra she had removed, and shrugged her way back into it. I watched her walk across her room to get some fresh panties from her drawer before glancing back at me. "You might want to get some napkins or something to clean up a bit."

I glanced down, noticing that there was a dark, wet spot on the outside of my shorts. I was about to say something about how it could have been from her, seeing as she claimed she had been so wet, but she had already stepped out of the room to get changed. I decided to take her advice, padded out of her room, and found some paper towels out in her small kitchen area. The bathroom door was still shut tight. I guess I could just clean up here, in the kitchen.

I gave one last look at the closed bathroom door, slid my pants down to my knees, and used the paper towels to mop up everything I could, between my underwear and my still semi-hard penis. My mind was so consumed by thoughts of what we had just done that I failed to see or hear Jen come out of the bathroom -- at least, until I heard her voice.

"Oh hey, Dan, I b—" Jen's voice trailed off. I looked up to see her standing in the short hallway next to the bathroom, her eyes wide and locked onto my groin.

At first, I felt a little embarrassed and made to cover myself up, but... I stopped. I looked at her, trying to decide what she was thinking. Fortunately, her pause wasn't very long, so I didn't really have to figure much out.

"Wow... Dan... that's..." she moved forward toward me, her eyes darting up to my face. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. "Can I?"

Her question made my heart leap in my throat. I nodded, a bit more enthusiastically than I intended, prompting a short giggle from her. But, what exactly was she asking me permission for? I was frozen in place, slightly bent over, with my one hand holding a wad of paper towels, now damp with my semen, and my other hand still holding my shorts and underwear up at my knees.

I didn't have to wonder long. Jen closed the gap between us and reached out, almost as if she was reaching for a handshake with my half-hard penis.

"Unnngh..." I couldn't help but moan blissfully when her hand made contact with my member. My eyes fluttered, but I didn't want to miss this, seeing her explore. "Oh Jennnn..."

"It's beautiful, Dan," Jen whispered. Her slender fingers traced lines along the sides, the top, the underside, and the crown. It was as if she was studying it and trying to memorize my features.

"God, that feels soooo good," I moaned. I had to shift my weight off my bad knee. I discarded the wet paper towel and reached for the nearby chair at the table, holding onto it for balance. My shorts and underwear slid the rest of the way down my legs, bunching at my ankles. "Hmmmm," I moaned some more, as her other hand reached under to cup my balls and explore them. By now, I had resumed a full erection, despite the release I'd had only minutes prior.

"You're so hard again... even after that in there?" Jen sounded like she was in awe.

I moaned as she closed her hand around the shaft of my penis. "Ohhh, I said before, it's all you, Jen. And now you're touching me directly so..." I trailed off. The look she was giving me made my good knee weak.

"Dan... can you still... can I... make you feel good, again?" She almost sounded sheepish and shy. She had just kneeled down before me.

"Uh huh," I nodded, even more vigorously than before. I wondered, once again, if I was in some incredibly detailed, realistic, and amazingly sweet dream. We'd been kissing for the past few weeks, but Jen was pretty insistent on us waiting to do... this, I guess. She hadn't said what to actually wait for. But we had just dry humped each other to orgasm, and suddenly she was... I was snapped back to reality as I felt the incredible pleasure of her lips kissing the tip of my penis. "Oh God, Jen!" I cried out as her lips parted, and her tongue gently licked against the head. I watched in awe as she was testing me with her tongue.

"You... Dan, you actually taste good. I thought it would taste... I dunno, not like this." Fingers wrapped around my shaft, her hand started to pump slowly, creating a pleasurable rhythm, while her tongue and lips continued to work leisurely around the tip. She paused for a moment to look up at me. "Relax and let go, Dan, I want to do this for you, I want you to feel good... I want to make you feel good."

"Okay," my voice cracked again. I gripped the chair tighter, taking more weight off my bad knee. I guess I had been too rough on my knee while... dry humping... Jen. It was starting to ache, but with what she was doing, I could give two fucks less about that pain. Lifting my bad leg off the ground caused my foot to slip out of the cloth trap my shorts had made, leaving only one ankle ensnared. She smiled, but just continued what she had been doing. I moaned again, as her hand and mouth started working a little faster and more insistently. I felt a tingling building, realizing I was nearing an orgasm already. "Ohhhh, Jen, that's... definitely going to make me cum... soon..."

"Ah, good, Dan, just hold on a few more seconds for me?" she panted. I hadn't noticed before, but as I looked down, past her intoxicating eyes, I saw her other hand was between her legs... and her shorts and panties were bunched down at her knees. Her hand was moving rapidly between her bare legs. The sight of that alone... I felt my penis flinch in her hand.

"Oh, God, Jen, I'm not gonna last..." I was panting now. My whole core seemed to be vibrating, insisting on my release now. I was trembling, my chest heaving, as her simple back-and-forth motion combined with her lips and tongue, swirling and flicking across the head, was driving me rapidly to orgasm.

"Mmmmhmmm," she whimpered. Her eyes were open, locked onto mine. I swear I could read her eyes, that her look was describing her feelings for me (was that love and adoration in here eyes???), her wish for me to feel good, her own desire for release... that moment seemed to last an eternity, and everything seemed to happen at once.

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned loudly as I felt the buildup of pleasure. "Gonna... Jen... Jen... oh, oh, oh,"

"Gunnnngh," which I interpreted as "go," somehow escaped from her lips around my penis.

Everything she had been doing finally triggered my orgasm, and I felt myself pump and spasm into her mouth. Her lips were closed around the head, and I could see her throat working, swallowing what I was delivering. She was making some kind of sound, between swallows, which I realized was her own orgasm, as I saw her body quivering and her hips bucking on her hand.

That short blow job will be forever etched into my mind. I had never before received -- or felt -- anything even half as erotic, satisfying, and intense as that moment with Jen, in her tiny apartment kitchen.

The pleasure seemed to last longer than I expected. As her hand attempted to milk everything out of me, her tongue and lips seemed to be sucking every last drop down. She eventually slowed down, her hand and mouth finally releasing me, and her own hand, glistening in the light, retreated from between her thighs. She smiled at me -- quite an odd sight, if I do say so, to see her grinning, some of her hair stuck to her face, a blush still across her cheeks, and my softening penis inches from it all.

"Wow," Jen and I said in unison. We started giggling. The high of realizing what we had just done was as real as if drug-induced, as we both were consumed in a fit of laughter.

"Oh, my knee," Jen finally got out after a further burst of laughter. She grabbed my hand and tugged me down toward the ground with her. I was feeling some pain creeping into my own knee, realizing I had let go of the chair and put weight back onto my leg about halfway through that amazing experience.

"Are you okay?" I was actually concerned, a thought coming to my mind of how embarrassing it would be to have reinjured her knee during a blow job. I was now sprawled next to her on her kitchen floor -- me naked from the waist down (I must have kicked the shorts off my other foot at some point), her panties and shorts still bunched at her knees - and she rested her head on my arm.

"Yeah, it's just the normal pain -- I didn't do any harm to it." Her smile grew when she saw the relief I must have had on my face. "I am touched and happy to see you're worried about me, even when I'm naked."

"Jen, I -- "

"Shhhh," she pressed her finger to my lips (the same one that had been pleasuring herself -- and I couldn't help but take a deep breath of her lingering scent -- something I most assuredly wanted to experience again), "just enjoy the moment with me. C'mon, scoot closer and just hold me."

How could I deny such a request?

"Your wish is my command," I said, once again lapsing into my courtly voice. I turned onto my side, still facing her, and let my other arm come around behind her back. As I was moving my lower half closer, I felt her do the same, the small hairs of her crotch tickling the end of my penis. She used her arm to reach around behind my butt, pulling my hips harder into hers. The result was that my mostly-soft-but-gaining-new-life member slid against her slick folds as we found our tight snuggle together. My breath hitched in my throat, but I wanted to respect her, so I tried my best to control myself from getting another erection (I know, at 18, a losing fight), and I waited for her response.

"Hmmmm, that feels so good, Dan," I felt Jen sigh as she nestled into my neck, where she placed a small kiss, something that was incredibly arousing. She must have felt the effect it had on me, as she giggled. "How can you still have life left in that thing after all that?"

"It's just--"

"Yeah, me, I know that now," she interrupted me, giggling some more. "Ohhhh... God, I could just..." She trailed off.

"What?" My heart was hammering in my chest. I could feel her wetness on my head and shaft (almost fully hard again, despite two consecutive orgasms). The slick folds had started to part and hug my member. I was practically inside her. A little shifting of my hips and I could just...

"Dan... I want you so bad..." She was thinking the same thing? Oh God, critical mass reached! But... she trailed off... again. I knew what was coming. I tried my best to maintain my composure. Jen had said, after all, that she didn't plan to stop with me, right? And we had just done... quite a bit.

"Me too... but I hear a 'but' in there, right?"

"Promise me something?"

"Anything, Jen." I felt like I could commit a horrendous, violent crime for her if she asked (okay, maybe not, but I felt such an incredibly strong devotion to her already).

"Please don't laugh or... or... hate me." Her voice sounded small, almost afraid now.

"I doubt I ever could, Jen. What is it?" I was starting to get worried now.

"Can you wait... just a little longer?"

I was confused at first; wait... wait for what? Then it dawned on me -- sex. Or lovemaking, as I was beginning to think of it in my mind when I fantasized about it with Jen. We'd already gone this far now, I was fairly certain we'd be making love sometime soon -- whenever Jen was ready.

"Of course. Jen, remember one of our first conversations, where I told you about my self-proclamation to be a virgin?"

She giggled. "Yeah, and I laughed at you. Sorry 'bout that."

"No worries," I chuckled. "But..." I took a deep breath. Here goes. "I've come to really enjoy all our time together and... Jen, I really have started to fall for you."

"Oh, Dan," she gripped me tighter, and whispered the next part: "Me too."

I held her close, just savoring every sensation I was feeling: her breath on my neck, the smell of her hair, the sight of her uncovered hip when I glanced down, the subtle and pleasant smell of her arousal in the air, and, of course, the delightful feeling of our bodies pressed together and the way our sexes seemed to meld together, even though we weren't actually having sex. I could feel myself soften ever so slightly, with the prospect of sex put on the back burner, yet I was about as content as I'd ever felt in my life.

It must have been nearly an hour before we moved. My bad knee was burning from the pressure against my other knee, and I sensed that Jen was starting to hurt too.

"Jen, I think I have to get up. My knee is starting to kill me."

"Oh, good, I'm not alone. I didn't want to break the moment, or seem like a wimp, considering your knee was injured just a little while ago."

"Here, I'll help you up, if you want." I had shifted to my good knee, trying to extend my stiff leg, but my foot caught on something. I almost fell over.

"It looks like you're the one who needs the help up," Jen teased, gesturing to not only my swollen and red knee, but the fact I had somehow gotten tangled in my discarded shorts whilst getting up. Jen had already pulled hers back up, and was standing there with a hand out to help me, just as she had said.