The Treehouse

The dreadful call came shortly before 3:00am, on a moonless Tuesday morning. Simon Cooke senior had passed away peacefully in his sleep. My father had long suffered the effects of cancer. Tonight, he was released from his pain.

"Hello."

"Mr. Cooke?"

"Speaking."

"Mr. Cooke, it's Anne Richards at The Turning Leaf Hospice, I regret to be the one that has to inform you, but your father has moved on. I am so very sorry."

"Moved on? Dr. Wylie said that my father was in stable condition when I left there on Sunday?"

"I'm so sorry, but regrettably, these things do occasionally happen."

Ms. Richards and I spoke about the arrangements and as usual in my father's life, everything had been planned down to within a penny by him, so things would be pretty much straight forward going.

There was really no sense in trying to get any sleep now, so I got up, put a pot of coffee on and started my day. Luckily American Airlines was able to get me a 9:00am flight from Chicago to Missoula, Montana, from there, I would drive to my childhood home of Whitefish. Packing whatever would be needed for clothes, the essentials and some basic sundries, I was on my way to the airport.

Nothing in life helps you to reflect on your past like the death of a loved. You end up visualizing events from the past, present and future of your life.

I was born in Whitefish in 1992 to my loving parents, Helen and Simon Cooke. We lived about 15 miles outside of town on what my parents liked to refer to as a ranch. It is about 35 acres, which is small by Montana standards. We lived a full fruitful life, with lots of outdoor activities, camping, skiing and travel. It was nothing for us to load up the car and drive 500 miles over a weekend. We were inseparable until I started my first year of high school. I was unaware, but trouble had loomed for a long time. Helen quit her job as a legal assistant and spent her time staring at the empty bottles of wine that she had consumed during the day. My father who worked at home, as Chief Editor for a large enough publishing company in New York City, was there to witness her demise.

After a few inept attempts at rehab, Helen left us. She packed up her bags and hastily departed while I was at school and neither my father or myself ever heard from her again. As of April 12th, 2006, it was just my father and I. Dad was heartbroken, but great, he was my guide and my mentor, he never ceased to amaze or surprise me He was always doing small things and some not so small things for me. Like spending $1500 on my 12th birthday, for lumber to build a treehouse on the back part of our property, to giving me my first beer on a birthday fishing trip. He said that in his eyes, 16 years old was the true start of "being a man". When we returned home from that same trip, dad handed me over the keys to my very first vehicle, a used 1966 Ford Bronco. The only car that I have owed since that very day.

As liberal as my father was, he had strict rules and those rules were to be followed or risk his wrath. Senior had rules that were quite simple, no laziness allowed, do your chores, do your best, no lying, no stealing, no drugs, no drinking and driving. Adhere to these guidelines and there would be no problems

The winter months in Montana can be a bitch, but summers are a beautiful thing, the sounds, the sights, the smells, are everything that the mountains are meant to be. We had a stream that ran through our property that was only a matter of yards from where my treehouse was, so in the summer I would spend almost every waking moment there fishing and swimming. Sometimes, I was allowed to have a fire and stay the night in my treehouse, but that was only if I was armed with my trusty 22-caliber rifle.

Living in the country meant not having lots of friends, at least not within walking distance, so I spent most of my time at the treehouse by myself. That was until the second week of summer break, after my first year of high school. It was that week that Lea Martin wandered through the woods and stood on the other side of the stream, watching me fish.

Lea Martin's family owned the ranch that bordered ours, but their place was actually a working ranch, with over 5000 head of cattle and lots of horses. Lea and I went to the same schools for most of our lives and were in many of the same classes, but we hung out in different social circles, so we really didn't socialize that often. Lea was the epitome of the girl next door, wholesome looks with little or no make-up, the solid hard-working frame of a farmer's daughter with a laugh and smile that melted ice.

"Hey Simon. Catchin' anything?"

"Not really. What are you doing in the woods?"

"Our house is only a quarter mile that way." She said, pointing to the east. "My mom said she could smell a fire out here last night and thought that the bush was on fire."

"Nah, that was me. Had a little fire to cook my fish. Tell her that I'm sorry."

"She wasn't complaining, just worried."

"There a log down across the water, just a little bit up stream, if you want to come over. I have some pop and Gatorade."

"You got an extra pole?" When I nodded that I did, Lea said that she would be right over.

Lea and I talked and laughed about all the things that 14-year-old's do. I gave her a grand tour of my treehouse and she told me that it was the coolest one she had ever seen. I couldn't have been any prouder. We caught a couple of trout and sipped on pop all afternoon. Lea checked her watch and said she had some chores to do before supper and had best be going. I told her that I had to do the same.

"Are you going to be here tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Probably around 10:00am."

Lea surprised me when she said, "I had a lot of fun, you mind if I come hang out again."

"You can come hang out here anytime you want."

With that, Lea leaned in, hugged me and said, "Simon, I'm really sorry to hear about your mom."

I put my chin down to my chest as it started to swell, but I was able to thank her for the kind gesture.

Lea showed up the next day, the day after that and almost every other day throughout the summer. We lived at the treehouse. Played games, told stories and got away from real life. Almost every day during that summer and the 3 summers that followed, Lea and I would just hangout. Like us, our stories and conversation matured with each year, but it was still our hide-a-way. We continued meeting there into the school year, up until snow fell and it was just to cold to be out there for any great length of time.

When the school buzzer finally sounded, the summer of 2010 was upon us. Graduation was over and done with, university and uncertainty, was what I had to look forward to. Lea and I had both turned 18 during the winter months, we had both been given scholarships to very good schools, unfortunately schools that were at opposite ends of the country. I was going to Northwestern and Lea was going to Florida State. I couldn't help but wonder if this would be our last summer spent at the treehouse.

The first day of summer vacation Lea called and asked if I was going to the "spot" as she liked to call it. I said I was.

Lea told me to, "Bring your rifle, a sleeping bag, some pillows and some stuff to snack on."

I was a little surprised but said that I would. Shortly after I had arrived, Lea showed up on her father's quad. She was loaded up with supplies, food, beer, pillows and her sleeping bag.

I couldn't help but ask Lea if she planned on "moving in".

"For the next 2 nights I am. My parents went to Texas for an cattle auction, so here I am, like it or not."

We spent the day swimming, fishing and teasing each other about everything that we could think of. At dusk I started a fire and Lea went up into the treehouse to set-up the sleeping arrangements. Sitting by the fire, watching 5 deer drinking from the stream, I didn't think life could get much better, that was until Lea kissed me. Her tongue tasted of Coors and spearmint and in the moment, I couldn't think of anything sexier. We kissed and snuggled for hours, sitting wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the stars above, basking in the glow and warmth of the fire.

"You want to go inside?" Lea asked.

"Sure."

Letting Lea climb the ladder in front of me, was the perfect opportunity for me to check out her ass. While watching her movements, I was taken aback as to how beautiful she actually was. I had known for a long time that she was beautiful, but until tonight, I really didn't realize just how much I was attracted to her. When I reached to landing and pulled up the ladder, I was surprised at what lay out in front of me on the floor. Lea noticed my concern and said,

"I zipped our sleeping bags together. It is supposed to be cool tonight. The heat from us being in there together will keep us warm, unless you have a problem with that?"

"No. No problem from my end. But you might."

"Why is that?" she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"Because, I sleep in the nude."

Lea bit her lip and pondered her next move. I was sure she would be starting that quad and heading for home shortly.

"Fine. Just keep your thing on your side. No touching me with it."

"Can't promise anything once I fall asleep, either way, it will be touching all over the inside of your sleeping bag."

"Holy shit Simon, that's pretty freakin gross." Lea told me and poked me in the ribs. I stripped down to my underwear first and slid into the cold bedding. I noticed Lea was very nonchalantly checking me out. When she turned her back to me, she pulled off her hoodie and t-shirt in one swift motion. Then she pulled off her jeans, leaving her standing up in front of me in the same bikini that she had worn earlier in the day, but with a pair of wool construction workers socks.

"Leaving your socks on?'' I quizzed.

Lea just lifted her foot to my face as if to say go ahead, so I made a face and pulled them down her leg and off her feet. I couldn't help but laugh while doing it. Lea tilted her head and asked what was so funny.

"Now I can tell people that I undressed Lea Martin in my treehouse."

"Jerk."

When Lea got into the sleeping bag next to me her ass rubbed up against my leg and I thought I was going to die.

"Lea. Is your bathing suit still damp?"

"A little why?"

"You're going to freeze wearing a wet suit to sleep."

"Sure, tough guy. You just want me naked in here. What happened to you sleeping naked? I noticed you getting in here with your gitch on."

I smiled wickedly as I reached over on the floor, picked up my boxers and twirled them around my finger. I felt a surge of blood rushing to my dick when Lea put her arms in the sleeping bag raised her bum up and pulled off her bottoms. Then she rolled away from me and asked if I could undo the hasp on the back of her top. Goddamn right I could. Lea stayed on her side as she pulled her arms through the bra straps of her top. When she did this, I got my very first look at her naked left tit and nipple. It was so spectacular, I thought that if by any chance I were to die tonight, I would have been okay with it.

Lea rolled onto her back with the bag pulled up to her neck. I continued to lay on my right side looking at her and whispered, "You're beautiful. You know that, right?"

"You trying to butter me up cause I'm laying naked next to you?"

"No. But I am having a hard time stopping myself from touching you and if you're cold, I have a sweater that I can get you"

"I'm good, but you're right, I'm just a little chilly from that wet suit, so I'm down to cuddle, if you want."

Lea guided my arm across her stomach and moved so that I didn't directly touch any of her vital parts. But in doing so, she pushed her hip into my erection. She giggled and said,

"Oh. Now I know what you mean about having a hard time."

"Really? How could I not be hard? You are the hottest girl within 300 miles of here and you're naked, next to me in my treehouse."

"Only 300 miles?"

I laughed and said "Okay, maybe 500 miles".

Lea rolled on her side to face me. I slid my right arm under her and pulled her closer. We were wrapped up naked, chest to chest, when Lea made the first move, she kissed me and moved her soft hand down my body until she found her target. I was in heaven when that soft hand wrapped around my cock and began to stroke it. My hand lowered and felt one of Lea's naked tits for the first time. Her skin was cool and soft to the touch, but her nipples were as hard as the pebbles in the stream we were swimming in earlier. Lea eased her right leg up over mine, as if giving me wide open access and permission. I ran my fingers and hand down her body to the top of her pubic hair. The skin there was significantly warmer than her breasts.

Lea shivered when my fingers parted her lips, but she pushed herself closer to them. I rubbed back and forth across the wetness, bringing my fingertips up to circle her clit. Lea moaned and bit my shoulder. I eased my finger into her gushing opening but was stopped by a barrier.

"Are you still a virgin?"

Lea looked me in the eyes and kind of snarled out, "Who the hell else do you think that I would have given it up to?"

Grabbing the sides of Lea's head, I kissed her with as much passion as I could gather. Lea continued her roll until she sat astride me. The bag we were in slid down her back, exposing her nakedness to me in such a sensual way that it would be forever etched into my memory. Reaching up, I held Lea's glorious breasts as they hung so beautifully off her body. Lea reached down between us and placed the head of my cock at her opening. "Holy shit Simon, this thing is as hard as a rock". She bucked and rotated her hips up and down a few times to correct the alignment and with a gasp from her sweet mouth, I knew that we were both no longer virgins. Lea moved with the grace and elegance of a ballerina, while I on the other hand was not nearly so graceful. After the initial shock of becoming a man, I did fall into an acceptable rhythm and seemed to be at the very least, pleasing my partner.

Lea kept up her assault on my penis. She was panting while rapidly moving up and down, clamping me in her fleshy vise. I wish I could say that our first-time lasted for hours, but it actually lasted only minutes. Lea controlled the tempo and knew the exact moment when I was about to come.

"Do it in me. Come for me."

I didn't have to be told twice. My release was of epic proportions. My come oozed out of Lea as I continued to pump into her. The sticky wetness coated both of us. It looked like I would be sleeping in a wet spot tonight.

Lea continued to lay on top of me until my softening penis oozed out of her. Gradually she slid off me, but we remained entangled in one another's arms. Her warm breath cascade over my neck as she snuggled up to my side and we fell to sleep as lovers.

The next morning, I started a fire and made Lea breakfast in bed, or on the floor, which was really what it was, anyway Lea seemed surprised and happy. Our day started out awkward because as beautiful as the night before was, I was too immature to figure out my next move. Luckily, Lea took the reins and guided me down the right path. She crawled out from between the warmth of the sleeping bags, stood up and stretched.

"Simon, would you mind heating some water so that we can wash-up?"

"Sure."

"What's the matter, you look a little nervous, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just...it's just that...well you know. No, everything's not okay, you're so freakin beautiful and you're standing naked in front of me and...I just don't know what to do."

Lea giggled and hugged me.

"Thanks for saying that. How about we clean ourselves up from last night and we can do it all over again. There are so many things that I want to try. I've read about stuff, seen pictures, even movies, but I want to try them out for myself if you're willing."

"You're kidding right? If I'm willing. Lea, I think I'd do damn near anything that you asked. Last night was the highlight of my life."

"Well mine too. Let's see if we can top it today."

The whole day was spent fishing, swimming, making out and talking about the things 18-year-old's talk about. As the light of day started to recede behind the trees, I added wood to the fire and Lea started supper. After we had cleaned up and changed into some dry clothes, Lea placed an old blanket by the fire so that we could once again snuggle up together. While hugging Lea into me and gently thumbing one of her nipples, I noticed in the glow from the fire, that Lea had an aura about her that separated her from any other woman I had ever seen in my life. I realized at that moment that I was in love with her and it was a revelation that made me smile.

When we had our fill of the fire and star gazing, we headed to the treehouse. Once again Lea climbed the ladder ahead of me, but this time I climbed up close behind and softly bit her firm ass, getting a playful scream and kick for my efforts.

"I hope when we get into bed, you'll continue that biting.", Lea teased.

"Not if I'm going to get kicked for it."

Tonight, unlike last night, there would be no hesitation when stripping down for the night. My hoodie and sweatpants came off in an instant, but Lea took her time, sensually removing her things to give me a show. It worked the way it should have because I was instantly as hard as a piece of granite and Lea giggled at the results of her sexy striptease.

Lea placed some pillows on the floor for herself and had me lean back against the tree that ran up through the floor in the corner of the treehouse. I knew what was happening but was overwhelmed with excitement. When Lea kissed the tip of my penis, I felt like my knees were going to buckle and when she slid me into her mouth and I felt her soft tongue and lips wrap around me, I fought the urge to faint. Bolts of electricity shot through my body. This was one of the things in my life that I will never forget, the sensation was warm, wet and soft. Watching as Lea's beautiful face sucked me in and out of her mouth, with the soft touch of her hands caressing my balls, was more than I could handle, I erupted.

Lea coughed, gagged, spit and stared at me with her face covered in cum.

"What the fuck Simon? You're supposed to tell me when you are about to come."

"Oh my god, Lea, I'm so sorry. It just happened. I didn't...I couldn't...it just came out, sorry."

I handed Lea a bottle of water and my hoodie so that she could wipe herself off and while she was cleaning herself up, she spit a mouthful of water in my direction and smiled, I guess that I was off the hook this time.

"It wasn't so bad, you know. I had planned on swallowing it like I'd read about and seen in movies. I wanted to make you happy, but it shocked the hell out of me when it just flew into my mouth. I was so surprised that my first reaction was to get it out of there."

"You wanted to make me happy? I'm the happiest guy in Montana. Hell, in the world. What we did last night and just now, I'll never forget it, well, I promise to get better at it, if you'll let me try."

"We're not bad at it. We just need practice and I want to practice every chance we get, but we need to be open with each other. So...I would like for you, to do to me, what I just did for you. That is if you want to."

"Want to? Do you honestly think that for one second I'll say no?"

Lea just smiled and took my hand. She lay on top of the sleeping bags and pulled me down to her. I took the opportunity to explore every inch of her sexy body, finding that Lea was very sensitive in some areas and not so much in others. Mental notes were made. I noted how she purred when I nibbled on her earlobes and neck, how she loved to have her breasts caressed and sucked, how she moaned so sexily when I played with her hard nipples, how she giggled and squirmed when I licked her belly button, but I paid special attention to what she liked when I started to lick her vagina.