Graduation Trip

After a few seconds he managed to say, "I must be squishing you."

I laughed and answered, "I love being squished like this. Matt, this is fantastic! Even if I'm sure we'll both probably be a little sore tomorrow."

Still, he rolled off and stretched beside me. His hand once more made its way to start stroking my ass and I shivered in response. With my face buried against his neck I murmured, "I love it when you do that."

He must not have been able to understand me because he asked, "What?"

I lifted my face slightly and said, "I love your hand on my ass like that."

He smiled and replied, "Not as much as I do, I'm sure." We continued to snuggle for a few minutes until both of us yawned. "Maybe we should sleep some now?" I nodded but didn't say anything. "Do you want to put on your nightshirt?"

I pulled my head back and asked, "Do you want me to?"

"Certainly not if you don't feel you need to. I love having you naked. I want to be able to look and touch and feel."

I kissed his shoulder. "So do I. I don't think I'm going to need that nightshirt the rest of this trip."

He kissed me back. "Certainly not on my account. When I've imagined actually sleeping with a girl it's with both of us naked."

"Imagined? You mean you've never slept with a girl before?"

"No, not slept. Sex, yes, a few times, but always we had to go home or something afterwards. This will be a new experience for both of us."

"I'm looking forward to it. I know it will be a wonderful new experience." Then I added, "It will make it easier when you want more during the night." Again I hesitated a second or two and then said, "Or when I want more."

Matt smiled and kissed me once more. We got up from the bed and each made a separate trip to the bathroom. Matt blew out the candles and only the flames from the fireplace and a little reflected moonlight illuminated the room. When Matt came back from the bathroom he placed his hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length while he slowly looked me up and down. "Lauren, you are lovely. Really beautiful. And incredibly sexy."

I always knew I was OK, maybe even a little better than OK but I don't think anyone had ever really looked at me the way Matt was. I was sure that many girls had thought him a real hunk even if probably most had never told him so, but this was new to me. "Thank you. I'm happy you like me."

He pulled me tightly against him and whispered, "That is the understatement of the year, Lover." I felt a shiver move all the way up my spine and then back down. "Lover." I savored the word. It spread a warm feeling throughout my body and also raised my level of excitement a little. Yes, I was now someone's lover and he was mine. Again I shivered. Matt must have interpreted that as a chill because he picked me up and placed me on the bed. He then joined me and pulled the sheet and blanket up over us as we snuggled against one another, bare skin to bare skin, and I drifted off to sleep with the wonderful feeling of his strong hand cupping my ass.

Sometime later I woke up. The fire had died to just a few glowing coals but the moonlight seemed stronger. I eased myself from the bed, made my way over to the window, pulled aside the curtains and looked out to the west where the range of magnificent mountains rose high above the placid waters of Jackson Lake. The moon, a day past full, was high in the sky but still far enough from the high point of its ascension that the face of the peaks was painted with the silvery light. I stood for several minutes looking out at the fantastic view until suddenly I felt Matt's arm go around my waist and tug me against him.

"Isn't it beautiful?" I asked in a low, quiet voice. "Beautiful and it seems almost a dream that I could really be out here. Not to mention the wonderful experience of last night."

"It seems that way to me, too," he replied.. Then he asked, "Aren't you cold? For that matter does it bother you to be naked like this?"

"Not really either. Oh, I'd probably feel a little chilled if I stayed here too long. As for the other, since last night I have no urge to wear anything as long as we're together and alone. I don't really understand just why. I know a week ago it would have really embarrassed me, but now it seems perfectly natural." Then I turned to him and pulled him against me. "Besides, it will make it easier when you take me back to bed and fuck me."

Matt laughed. "You're turning into a nympho, right?"

I laughed, too. "Maybe a little but I don't think so. Actually, I just feel turned on and horny. It was such a wonderful experience, much better than I had thought. Now I want to repeat it, but just with you. Repeat it over and over as long and as much as we can." Then coyly I added, "After all, you didn't have to break my hymen so I shouldn't be too sore."

Matt smiled. "Not too sore, huh? Maybe then we should try to change that." With that he again scooped me up into his arms and carried me back to the bed. I decided I liked being held and carried like that. It felt really good.

When Matt lay down beside me I suddenly moved and placed myself on top, spreading my legs on either side. I was down by his ankles and leaned forward to catch the head of his half hard organ in my mouth. For the next minute I teased him orally as he became completely rigid. I moved forwards and placed a knee on either side of his hips. Then I used my hand to rub the ready shaft back and forth a few times until I brought it to the entrance to my slit and slowly slid downwards.

This felt like he was sinking even more deeply into me than he had before and I continued to lower myself until I rested fully against his groin. Matt's hands moved to my breasts and began to play with my nipples as I started to rise and fall. This new position felt different and I was excited to experience it. I kept on moving up and down until I suddenly felt Matt tighten and then explode inside me. At this I let myself go and experienced a wonderful climax.

When he shrank enough that he was about to exit, I pulled up slightly. Then I totally surprised both of us by leaning over and once again taking his organ into my mouth, licking and sucking him clean. The taste didn't bother me although it was different. This time my own flavors mixed with his, but it still presented no revulsion for me. I was coming to find that I really did like most everything about sex. At least, everything we had tried so far.

We once again stretched against each other and once again I settled with the firm feel of Matt's hand stroking my ass. I sighed and thought that this was a most wonderful sensation and that I would love to feel it every night as I slipped into sleep.

Morning. I opened my eyes and saw sunlight leaking in around the curtains. I could just see a clock on one of the bedside tables and it read ten after seven. I needed to make a trip to the bathroom and I felt slightly hungry but by far the dominant feeling was that of the bare male body still pressed tightly to me. We were lying on our sides, facing each other and touching along our lengths. His hand had moved a little and was now resting on my thigh and his other hand was bent so that the palm was under my left breast. I decided that both of these feelings were just about as good as the feeling of his hand on my ass had been as I slipped into sleep.

After a short time I decided I really should do something about the bathroom and gently removed myself from Matt's grasp. When I returned his eyes were open and followed me as I moved back to the bed. "Good morning, Lover." I decided to try the word myself and found it also sent a shiver up and down my spine when I used it. "And thank you again for last night."

A wide smile crossed Matt's face as he said, "Good morning to you, too, Lover." Yes, the shiver was still there also. He moved from the bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom for a couple of minutes before returning. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and as he came up to me he reached and grasped my hands, pulling me to my feet. At this point we both worked together to pull ourselves into a tight embrace to help enable a long, long kiss.

By the time we broke from that kiss I could feel Matt's hard organ pressing forwards against my front. One of my hands dropped and gently grasped this as I whispered into his ear, "I can tell what you want to do this morning. And I am in full agreement."

Not surprisingly it was after nine before we once again left the bed.

"Probably we should get dressed - much as I like seeing you like this - and go get some breakfast. If we keep this up it might be a toss up whether we first starve of become too sore to move.

I laughed. "Possibly. I still want to get right back in bed and continue where we left off, but I am beginning to feel both hungry and slightly worn in my lower regions."

We each took a quick shower and dressed once again, me in cutoffs and Matt in jeans, before heading over to the restaurant for some food. The breakfast was just as good as supper had been. Matt had steak and eggs and I again had trout. I had never had trout for breakfast before but I found it tasted just as good in the morning as in the evenings.

While we ate we discussed what to do with the day. We would have this cabin for another night and then we would camp somewhere. Today, we finally decided, we'd make a couple of short hikes, eat lunch at a picnic ground and have one more great supper here.

By the time we finished eating it was near ten, not really enough time for much of a hike but enough that we wanted to do something before lunch. What we ended up doing was driving down to String Lake picnic ground and spending an hour walking around this narrow body of water which connects Jenny and Leigh Lakes and then ending up back at the picnic grounds. We just ate a small lunch - some cheese and crackers and a little fruit - and discussed the afternoon. We finally decided to try the Death Canyon trail. While the name sounded ominous, when we had asked at a visitor center we were told that no one is really sure just how Death Canyon got its name, but the trail, although strenuous, provides some really spectacular views.

For the first part the going was rather easy. Then we came to a moraine and a climb of about four hundred feet. This doesn't sound like really a lot but we hadn't completely adapted to the thinner air and by the time we reached the top we were both breathing a little hard. We moved off the side of the trail to rest for a few minutes and look at the large lake spread out below us. Then we looked across this water and could see the mountains rising sharply, the open portal to Death Canyon looking like the entrance to a huge hallway. We spent ten minutes admiring the fantastic views before starting down the other side of the moraine. Yes, we had to go back down that four hundred feet knowing all the time that we would need to ascend it once again on the way back.

But long before that climb we arrived at another. To enter the mouth of the canyon itself the trail rose about another thousand feet. We were both in fairly good shape although the altitude did slow us a little as I have said. Still we were able to make it with only a couple of short stops. As we entered the canyon mouth, the shape changed. Below had been a more smoothly carved valley left by a glacier which had also carved out the lake and deposited that moraine we had climbed. However, inside the canyon the valley changed to a more sharply sloped "V" shape, typical of a canyon carved by a river. There was indeed a stream flowing down the center of the valley and numerous others entering this from the slopes to either side.

The day had warmed considerably as is common in the summer mountains with the thin air and abundant sunshine and we were both hot and not without a little sweat. I should also mention that since we had left the trailhead we had not seen another person. We had just about reached the point where we would turn around and head back when we decided to take a small break and moved off the trail along one of these smaller flows. We found a couple of rocks next to this small stream and dropped our small daypacks to bend over and rinse our hands and faces in the water. As Matt leaned over a shallow pool I somehow got the idea that it might be funny to startle him and picked up a flat rock about six inches across. I wanted to toss it so that it would land just across the stream and I guess I thought the sound might appear to be an animal or something. Anyway as I started to toss the rock, my fingers slipped and instead of traveling across the stream it landed two feet to Matt's right, directly in the water, splashing him throughly.

The water in these streams is not just cool - it's downright cold! Glacier melt. I hadn't intended to get Matt wet but I made things even worse by exploding in laughter as I saw him jump and nearly get even more soaked as he almost slipped into the water. Just a short laugh but I don't think Matt appreciated it. I immediately said, "Matt, I'm sorry. I really wasn't trying to splash you. The rock just slipped."

He turned and looked at me. Thank goodness he didn't really look mad or anything but I can't say he appeared to see the humor in the situation. "Then what were you trying to do?" he inquired.

Now the whole idea sounded rather dumb but I managed to say, "I was just trying to toss the rock over there in the bushes and startle you. I'm really sorry I got you all wet."

Matt just looked at me for a few seconds and then I saw just the slightest smile touch his lips. "Well, even that was rather naughty, don't you think?" I didn't say anything but gave a contrite nod. Then Matt's smile widened and he said, "Then I think maybe you should get a spanking."

I looked up, completely startled. "No! You wouldn't really, would you?"

He stood and moved towards me. "Yes, I think maybe I will." He caught my wrist and pulled me towards him. I still thought he was just teasing and gave a little laugh as he pulled me closer. Then he sat down on a large rock and started to pull me towards his lap. Still laughing, I let him bend me over his legs. Then he completely surprised me by using one of his legs to lock my own and his left hand to hold both of my wrists. I'm not a weakling but Matt was far stronger than I am and I suddenly found myself trapped in a perfect position for a spanking. Was he really going to do that?

I soon found out that he was. His right hand came down on my tight cutoffs with just enough force to sting a little. Not bad and I didn't really fight him, just twisted about a little. He gave me five or six of these swats and then stopped and I thought that was all. Boy, was I wrong. The only reason he stopped was to reach for the snap on my shorts. In seconds he had loosened that and the zipper and was peeling both the shorts and my panties over my bottom, exposing me totally. I squealed a little and tried to twist away. It certainly wasn't that I minded Matt seeing me bare. After all he had seen all of me that way last night and this morning and I certainly hadn't objected. In fact as he began to let his palm slide over my rounded rump I began to enjoy the sensation.

Then suddenly he raised his hand and brought it down once again, making a loud slap and stinging my bottom. He started raining blows down, each hard enough to sting but not really enough to make the hurt too much. I felt my skin getting first warm and then downright hot and was sure it was turning a brilliant shade of red. I also noticed something else. I could feel Matt's hardening organ begin to press upwards through his jeans. This was turning him on! Well, even though I was not really experienced - not at all before last night - I had looked at the net enough to know that spanking was not an uncommon form of sex play, so I wasn't too surprised that Matt was getting excited by it. What did suddenly surprise me was that I realized it was exciting me also. I could actually feel myself becoming wet as he continued to sting my ass with his hand.

Finally he stopped swatting me and began to rub my flaming skin. I could feel his continued excitement and my own breathing was becoming more rapid and a little ragged. Then Matt leaned forwards and placed a wet kiss on each of my bottom cheeks, letting his tongue slide over the hot flesh. I gave a moan and gasped out, "Matt, I want... I feel so hot. Matt, I ..."

He raised his head and answered, "I want it, too, Lauren."

Then the practical side raised it's ugly head and I said in dismay, "But I'll have to take my boots off. I can't get these shorts over them."

"Don't bother." He helped me to stand, my shorts and underwear around my shins, while he reached for the day packs. We each had a light jacket with us and now he placed both on the ground in front of me, "Kneel on these."

I did so and then leaned forwards resting on my hands. I heard Matt unbuckling his belt and dropping his own lower garments and then I felt him kneel on the packs right behind me. I spread my legs slightly and a second later his hard shaft touched my entrance, finding it soaked. He was ready, I was ready, and we both gave out moans as he slid deeply inside me. As he sank in to his full depth he balanced himself with his left hand and his right pulled up both of our tee shirts so that I felt his chest against my hips and back. Then his right hand slid forwards and he began to play with my breasts. Then he started to move out and back in with long strokes which soon became faster and faster. My own excitement was climbing right along with his and just as I felt him begin to tighten, my own world started to explode in stars and I cried out loudly just before I felt the first hot, hard spurt.

We stayed coupled for what seemed a long time but was probably only a minute or two and then he slid slowly out of me eliciting another moan on my part. I turned and we locked in a hard kiss for a long time until suddenly I felt our juices start to escape and slide down my leg. I reached for the pack and dug around to find a small hand towel and used it to dry myself before handing it to Matt so that he could do the same. In another few minutes we got our clothes straightened once more. Then it suddenly occurred to me that someone else might have seen us and I quickly looked around. Thankfully there wasn't anyone else. The more I looked I doubted that anyone on the trail could have seen us back here anyway, but they probably could have heard me.

I turned and gave Matt another kiss. "I liked that," I said.

He laughed and replied, "So did I. Maybe I should spank you more often."

I smiled. "I'm not too sure about than." Then I added, "Though I'm not sure I'm completely against it, either. But the rest we can definitely repeat - as long as no one can see or hear us."

In another couple of minutes we picked up our packs and started back down the trail.

When we arrived back at the trailhead, it was nearly seven thirty and we decided to just eat something at the picnic ground instead of the restaurant. We would keep another nice supper to look forward to some other day before we left the park. We just opened a can of stew and heated it and soon were heading back to the cabin.

When we arrived at the cabin we took a couple of minutes to wash the dust and sweat from our hands and faces and then Matt asked, "OK, what would you like to do now?"

I could see the way Matt was looking at me and I'll admit I was feeling the same way. The first thought that flashed into my head in answer to his question was that I wanted to fuck. A fraction of a second later I found myself astounded by that thought. I would normally never use such language even to myself. Well, maybe not never. Hardly ever. Anyway after another fraction of a second I realized that was exactly what I did want but that it would probably be even better if we waited a bit and built up the anticipation a little more. Or a lot. I don't know exactly what looks flashed across my face as these thoughts ran through my head but something must have showed from the way Matt's face seemed to change almost as fast as my thoughts.