The Counselors' Tent

She moved to place her leg between mine and my leg was in between hers. I spread my legs as wide as I could, her hip pressed up against my clit. She pushed herself up on top of me, slowly easing her weight onto me so that her physical presence dominated the space around me, pressing down on me, making me feel warm and safe and turned on as fuck. I wanted her fingers back on my clit, but when she started moving her body against mine, the dry-humping stimulated my clit in a completely different way, making me moan again until she had to cover my mouth with her pussy-covered hand. I smelled myself on those fingers, which she again stuck in my mouth and I again sucked, savoring the taste and her reaction as she looked down at me with my fingers in her mouth. I roughly grabbed her huge ass and broad back, kneading her flesh under my fingers. Every time I wordlessly begged for more, her movements became less gentle, but never too rough. Even as she roughly fucked my mouth with her fingers, nipped my earlobe with her teeth, and had me pinned under her, everything she did was just a little bit tender.

The strength and softness body pressed down onto my small lithe frame as she began kissing me. In response to my reactions she gradually began moving up and down faster, every movement leaving my clit feeling more and more needy. I was breathing hard now, and as I felt an orgasm build inside me I bucked harder and faster against her body, desperately pulling her in toward me as we moved against each other. "Please make me come," I begged; she went faster. My clit was swollen to its maximum, as if reaching out for her; my slit was dripping wet, soaking my sweatpants through to hers.

She held me close as my body finally gave in to the powerful orgasm ripping through my flesh; a wave of uncontrollable spasms came over me as my entire body released an orgasm so all-encompassing and amazing that I thought I'd cry. The weight of years of repression of feelings had lifted, the weight of childhood innocence had lifted; a release more complete than any release before had stormed through my body. I felt like nothing would ever be the same.

She held me close as I finished; I wasn't sure if she'd come or not, but she didn't seem to care: the satisfaction in her face matched mine as she stroked my face, taking in my expression of relief. She kissed me again, rolled off me, and spooned me again, stroking my arm comfortingly. "Uh... buddy, are you crying?"

I sniffled. It felt so childish to cry. "No..." But I was. I couldn't hold it back the handful of tears wanting release. "Maybe... I'm sorry. Pat, that was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt in my life. Umm, is it weird to say thank you?"

Pat chuckled. "A little. But you're welcome."

"Oh my god, I want to go again." The thought of it made my clit start to tingle again.

"Calm down, you horny teenager. Daddy needs a break."

"Eek. Don't call yourself 'daddy'."

"Daddy will call himself whatever daddy wants... babygirl."

"Get the fuck away!" I teased and tried to push her away, but her strong grip prevailed as she pinned me to her. She let out a low chuckle. I finally gave in and we lay there, sufficiently warmed up and sleepy.

As I drifted off in Pat's arms, I felt my life slowly, almost imperceptibly, shift. The summer would of course end in heartbreak, as many first experiences do: I was too young for her, and I would stupidly think I was in love. But in that moment after my first time with a woman, I felt more safe and comforted than I ever had before, and I knew I'd never be the same.