Graduation Trip

When the door closed behind us and we had flipped on a light we stopped to look around. It was a single room, a small fireplace on one wall with a stack of wood beside it. There was a small table with a pair of chairs and also two other larger chairs built in a rustic style with strung leather seats. There was also a queen sized bed framed with logs.

As Matt took in the interior he suddenly stopped and looked at me. "Lauren," he slowly began, "there appears to only be one bed."

I think he was starting to say something else, probably that we should see if we could exchange cabins, when I said, "I know. I asked to make sure when I registered."

He seemed totally frozen for several seconds. Finally he managed to get out, "Are you sure this is what you really want?"

A hundred thoughts flashed through my mind in a single second. All the times I had wanted to do something but didn't because I thought I shouldn't. All the times I was the "good girl" who missed out on things. Maybe I didn't regret missing out on some of them but I certainly did on others. I looked directly at Matt. "Yes, I definitely want this." Then I hesitated for a second. "As long as you do, too."

He pulled me into an embrace and held me close, my face buried against his shoulder, his in my hair and I could just hear him as he said, "Oh, yes. More than you can imagine." Then after a couple of seconds a practical thought hit him and he pulled slightly back. He looked down into my face and in a voice indicating a nearly hopeless obstacle added, "I don't have any condoms. Unless you have some I guess I can see if they carry them in the camp store."

I smiled up at him. "I don't have any, but Matt, unless you sleep around more than I have come to believe you do, I doubt you have anything for me to catch. I know I don't." Then I looked down and very quietly added, "I've never had the chance to catch any."

Surprise crossed his face. "You mean you have never..."

I shook my head. "No. Oh, I'm not totally innocent. I've necked and petted a fair amount and even a little oral, but I'm still technically a virgin. I want you to change that. Please?"

Still with the surprised look he managed to reply, "I would be honored. I guess I can be honest, too. I haven't had a chance to catch anything for over a year. I've not quite as 'pure'" - he said that with a teasing look and small sound to make it not quite a joke - "as you, but, Lauren, I don't want to take a chance on getting you pregnant."

Again I smiled at him. "I may have been a good girl, but I'm also on the pill and have been for a couple of years. Unlike most girls who are, I really did start taking it to regulate my period. Also, Matt, I'll tell you that my hymen is gone, so we won't have to worry about that. Just make it good for me, please."

We looked at each other for probably a half minute without saying anything. Then Matt said, "If you are sure." I nodded and he went on. "Then there are a couple of things I should get from the car." He dropped his hands from my shoulders and went back out the door, leaving me wondering just what he was talking about.

In less than a minute he came back in, latching the door behind him. He was holding a couple of small candles in his left hand along with a bottle of champagne. It was a small bottle - probably one of the 375 ml ones - and it looked like it was wet and cold. At my look he answered the unspoken question. "Your cousin. In case we met some interesting girls, he said. I know he has a couple of fake IDs or he may just have brought it from his home. Anyway there are three more bottles like this and a couple of other wines in the car. He put this one in the cooler before we left. I guess you haven't seen it before."

I shook my head. "No, I don't see how I could have missed it, but I guess I did. And yes, I'm glad you have it. I like the taste."

He smiled and set the bottle on the table along with the candles and then went to start a fire in the fireplace. While he was doing that I looked around and found a couple of ash trays to use to hold the candles and placed one on each of the small tables on either side of the bed. Matt went to his pack and removed a small MP3 player and speaker. He touched the controls for a few seconds and then quiet, slow music began to come from it. He looked at me. Want music?"

I nodded but added, "Like this. No rock."

"No. No even any John Philip Sousa." I laughed and moved to put my arms around him and gave him a hug. He responded with a kiss.

He turned and opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us. We stood for a couple of seconds, holding the pale liquid and looking into each other's eyes and then he raised his glass in a silent toast. I responded by raising mine, curious just what his toast was and wondering if it was the same as mine. We sipped the wine, stopping frequently to taste it on each other's lips.

When the glasses were empty he took mine and set both on the small table and went over and turned off the electric lights, leaving only the two candles and the firelight to mitigate the darkness. Then he took me in his arms once again. We continued to hold each other and kiss and soon we were swaying to the sound of the music. Not really dancing, but just gently moving back and forth.

The curtains were closed, the door latched and we were isolated in our own little world. How many times had I imagined a scene like this? Probably thousands but the face of the boy was never clear in any. Now it was very clear. Matt. He pulled me even closer and his hand began to move slowly up and down my back. I pressed more tightly against him and my own hands, which were already behind his neck, began to move a little, now sliding through his thick hair, now across his broad shoulders and down the plane of his strong back.

I closed my eyes and we continued to move and to kiss. When I opened my eyes once again I could see the world only in the gold of the fire and candle light and the jet of the night. I felt my pulse quicken. Tonight I would put away childish things and become a woman. Inside I laughed at this thought. I was already a woman. Tonight I would finally acknowledge that fact.

Matt's hands moved farther afield, sliding down my back and cupping my bottom. Moving over my shoulders, touching my face gently, sliding along my arms. Moving to cup my breast. This was not a totally new experience. I had made out with boys a number of times, even letting them play inside my clothes sometimes. I had done the same with them and had enjoyed all of these activities extremely. But I had never gone "all the way" before. I had frustrated both my date and myself on more than one occasion by stopping short. Somehow the "good girl" would not let that final act happen, but tonight it seemed I could let it happen and still be a good girl. Maybe I wouldn't go ALL the places the bad girls did, but I would definitely be going somewhere.

We must have spent at least forty-five minutes in the standing foreplay. Matt's shirt was open as was my own, my breasts pressed against his firm chest. I could feel each hair on his chest as my rock hard nipples moved over them and my fingers pressed into the solid flesh of his back in response. I could also feel his arousal press firmly against me through our pants, especially since his hands were cupping my ass and pulling me against him. I'll also admit that my hands were doing the same thing.

Suddenly Matt slipped his hands down inside my shorts, shaping themselves to the curves of the skin of my bare bottom. I moaned and leaned even more firmly forwards as I moved my own hands to slide inside his jeans. Our tongues doubled their mating dance, tangling and touching as our lips locked even more tightly. I could feel my hips move against Matt's without any conscious control on my part and I could feel his thrust against me in mirror fashion.

At last Matt moved one hand to push my shirt from my shoulders and I duplicated his actions so that soon both of these garments were lying heaped on the floor, leaving only bare skin touching above our waists. Somehow we had kicked off our shoes and now I wanted more as I reached to unbuckle his belt and loosen the snap and zipper of his jeans. But even before I made much progress in this direction he had my own shorts free and began pushing them downwards even as I did the same with his. Each of us caught underwear on the downward path and in seconds we were standing, still locked in a deep kiss, totally naked.

Together we pulled slightly back and Matt placed his hands on my shoulders and held me while he looked slowly up and down my bare body. "You are lovely, Lauren. A truly beautiful woman."

I felt myself grow warm with the compliment and was a little happy that the dim light did not allow him to see my blush. I was never the one that boys thought about like that but it was obvious that Matt did, that he wasn't just saying it.

After a few seconds he suddenly bent and scooped me up into his arms, causing me to emit a small squeal but almost instantly I settled into his arms, feeling secure and safe and, yes, loved. He just held me for a few seconds and then turned and carried me the few steps to the bed where he gently deposited me and once again stood looking as the golden light and dark shadows played over my bare form.

I looked up at Matt's own sturdy form. He really was quite a hunk. No flab at all. Every muscle firm and defined but not grossly so as a weight lifting fanatic would be. I felt no embarrassment at being nude with him. Somewhere deep inside I wondered at this, but would examine that thought at a later time. Now I just wanted him against me. I could feel myself already very wet and could plainly see that Matt was excited and fully aroused. His shaft stood out rigidly, not huge like a porn star but certainly not tiny either. Of course I had only very limited experience but I thought he looked slightly larger than what I thought of as average.

I stared at his manhood and felt myself quickly lick my lips. Without any conscious thought my legs spread in invitation and Matt moved to lie beside me on the bed. I pulled him against me full length and we shared another long, deep, and quite hot, kiss. Then on impulse I moved and bent to place my face near his firm rod. Both of my hands wrapped around it and I felt Matt shudder as I moved my face closer and my hot breath washed over the sensitive head just before I placed a kiss on this object of my interest.

This was not the first time I had kissed a penis. I had given a blow job a couple of times even if I certainly wasn't an expert. I wasn't repulsed by the act or anything like that and even had no problem swallowing. But I had never found the concept as fascinating as I now did. Slowly my tongue emerged and began to lath the pulsing skin of Matt's organ, sliding around the head and touching the sensitive underside. Matt groaned in response and I opened my mouth to slide my lips over the head and slowly down the hot shaft, still moving my tongue all around the target of my desire.

This didn't go on for long because Matt soon pulled back and in almost a gasp said, "Not too soon. Not yet." Then he placed a kiss on my lips and gently pushed me back down on the bed. I had expected he would then move above me and I would at long last experience the real thing of a male organ sliding deeply inside where I had previously had only a finger or a candle. (I didn't own a vibrator like a lot of the girls but I had used a candle to pleasure myself.)

Instead, Matt moved and knelt between my ankles until he suddenly moved his head down and it was my turn to feel his hot breath on my most sensitive area. I had never had a date who would go down on me and wasn't really sure what to expect. I know some girls said it was wonderful but I also knew others who found the whole idea repugnant. I very quickly found they were wrong. As Matt's lips touched my lower lips and his tongue brushed against the sensitive skin, I felt an incredible sensation. I closed my eyes, arched my neck, opened my legs a little wider and pushed my pussy forward to let him get better access. He moved the flat of his tongue all along my slit, from the perineum forward until the tip began to circle my clit. I moaned and reached to hold his head as he teased me further, moving all around until at last the tip of his tongue began to touch my sensitive bud. I moaned louder. This was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Then even this paled as he caught my clit in his lips and pulled back slightly, tugging on the sensitive organ. I cried out and felt a small orgasm rock me as the hot tongue pushed into my slit, touching me inside.

Matt continued to stimulate me orally for what seemed forever but was probably only a few minutes. At last he moved and placed himself above me supported on his arms. I needed him. I had no control over my actions and reached to grasp him and guide him to my flooded entrance. Matt needed no further direction and at last I felt the hot touch of him press into me, sliding slowly inside, stretching me, engulfing my senses, driving me nearly mad with pleasure. It seemed he kept going deeper and deeper so that I was sure I could never accommodate his length but at last I felt him press against me and knew I had him as deep as possible. Because I had no hymen there was no pain, only a most pleasant stretching and waves and waves of pleasure.

For long seconds Matt held himself there, buried deeply, and then he began to slowly move out and back in. Somewhere in my primeval brain there must have been stored the proper pattern because I began to move with the ancient rhythm. My response must also have been programmed because in only a short time I felt myself go over the edge into orgasm. And then a short while later I was suddenly presented with a new stimulus. Matt's muscles tightened and suddenly I felt a hot flood deep inside myself. This was followed by another and probably several more but before the third spurt I was lost in a truly overwhelming orgasm of my own and could only cry out and dig my fingers into Matt's bottom, pulling him against me as hard as possible. The universe seemed to dissolve in an explosion of stars and colored lights. No more Lauren - just shiny pieces flung to the ends of existence.

Some time later I began to come back together. Never had I ever come anywhere near that strongly. I was no stranger to orgasm even if most were self induced, but this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As I began to once again function I found that I was lying on my side, pressed full length against Matt who was gently stroking my bottom with his hand. It felt wonderful and I snuggled more closely against him.

In another minute I was back in the real world once more. I turned and kissed Matt and managed to say, "Thank you. That was fantastic."

Matt laughed. "Your are thanking me for taking your virginity? I'm sure it should be the other way around. Especially since you are such a wonderfully sensuous and incredibly responsive woman. That was definitely the hottest I have ever experienced." Then he hesitated for a couple of seconds and quietly added, "Although I'll admit I don't have an awful wide range of experience to compare with."

I pulled my face back slightly. "I can't believe that. You are so sure of yourself and know just what to do. No one has ever excited me like that." Then it was my turn to hesitate until I added, "Of course I've never gone that far before. But I have played around a little with a few guys. None of them seemed to know what to do like you. It's awfully hard to believe you haven't had a lot - a whole lot - of experience."

Matt leaned over and kissed me. "Honestly, Lauren, you are only the third girl I've made love with. And you are unlike any other I have known."

I must have looked very surprised because he went on, "Actually it's been months - over a year, really - since I've done it. Sure a little necking and petting since then, but I haven't been to bed with anyone since winter, junior year."

"From the way Tyler talks I would have thought you two were out doing this every week." I stopped for a second then went on. "Actually, being a little familiar with Tyler, I should have known better. But I don't care. I'm just wonderfully happy you did with me."

"I hope it was good for you, Lauren. A girl's first time should be special. I never expected this but I certainly don't regret a second of it and really hope I made it good for you."

"I can't imagine how it could have been any better, Matt."

We snuggled for a little longer and then I yawned. Matt asked, "Tired?"

"A little, I guess, but I don't want to go to sleep just yet."

"I'm not too surprised you're tired. Say, want the rest of the wine now?"

"That sounds like a good idea." We sat up and Matt went over and poured the remainder of the champagne into the two glasses and brought them back. He sat beside me on the bed and handed me mine."

"What should we drink to?" he asked.

I thought for just a second and then the answer seemed to just fill my mind. I gave a little laugh and replied, "To sex and the future."

Matt laughed and raised his glass as did I and we each took a sip. I felt I had to explain a little. "Matt, as I said I can't imagine how my first time could have possibly been any better. I mean the candle light, the fire, the wine, the music, and you worked me up so wonderfully well. There is no way it could have been more romantic or improved in any way. But there is more than that even. I've never done it before. I guess just because I somehow thought I shouldn't." He started to say something, I think to try to reassure me but I beat him to it. "No, don't go worrying about pushing me into it. You know, if anything, I started things. Now I don't feel the slightest regret about what we did. I know we're not in love with each other or anything, but I feel a new world has opened up to me and I want to explore it. I'm not in love with you but I am in lust. The romantic lovemaking was fantastic and I would like to repeat it. But I also feel more turned on that I ever have. In a phrase, I'm hot for you and I want to fuck - a lot."

Matt had a somewhat astounded look on his face and I added, "At least if that's all right with you."

He nearly dropped his wine. "If it wasn't all right with me you should rush me to the ER. Lauren, I said you were the hottest girl I've ever known. I want you so badly I can't believe it." He raised his glass and finished the contents, setting it aside on the small night table.

I drained my own glass and placed it beside his and then looked down at his once more hard shaft. I leaned back on my arms, my breasts pushing out, and in a slow drawl said, "Then what's stopping you, Stud?" Inside I couldn't believe I had done that but also inside I felt a flood in my lower regions. I was telling him the truth. I was turned on and wanted to be taken and taken hard.

Matt needed no more invitation. He leaned forwards and pulled our nude bodies tightly together, one hand rising to my breast to roll and tug my rock hard nipple as our lips and tongues pulled hard against one another. Before we broke that kiss he was once again inside me. I was so wet there was no resistance as he touched my opening but as he slid inside I could feel every tiny movement as he stretched my velvet walls. His weight came down on top of me and I reveled in the feel of it as I was pressed hard into the bed. When he began to move I moved back just as hard and with just as much determination and soon we were pounding against each other.

As he had just come a short time before this time lasted longer. Thankfully I wasn't as limited as Matt and managed three separate orgasms before I finally felt his hot seed spurting deeply into me. Again this triggered the largest orgasm of the bunch and I cried out and dug my fingers hard into his back and bottom and I came. It wasn't quite as hard as the first time but my climax still left me gasping and clinging tightly to Matt, pulling him down even harder against me.