The Views of May

"It's not like that was my goal," I mumbled.

"Yeah, but you didn't, like, become weird. You don't give me incel vibes, or even 'um actually' fedora tipping vibes. You don't treat girls as, y'know, these dating prospects."

"You've only seen me around you," I laughed.

She laughed too. "I guess you've got me there. But I dunno. You're a breath of fresh air. I really like that you can talk to me without making it seem like you just want to get in my pants or something."

I gulped. I flickered my eyes down to make sure my sketchbook was covering the crotch of my pants.

"Sorry, guess that was weird, wasn't it?" she noted. "I'm just, I'm proud of you. You go, dude. You keep living life," she awkwardly finished.

"Maybe at this point I will save for marriage," I thought out loud, not enjoying this conversation but accepting that it was happening anyway.

"Oh no, you can't do that!" she protested. "What if you suck your first time?"

"It'll be my first time. I think she'll understand. Thanks for the confidence boost," I mumbled.

"No, but like, you always remember your wedding night. It's like, the most important thing. If you want to do it for, like, religious reasons, then, I guess, but..." She looked at me with determination. "Nope. We're gonna get you laid."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "You're talking like we're coworkers and you're going to set me up with someone," I pointed out. "We don't have any mutual friends. What are you going to do, help me set up a Tinder account?"

She considered it. "That's not a bad plan," she thought out loud.

"Pass," I spat. "I don't like online stuff. I like meeting people in person."

"Kinda like what we did," she said.

"Yeah, in pers-" I paused, wondering what she meant, though judging by the way her eyebrows shot up when I paused, it was clear she didn't mean it like that. "Uh, yeah. In person."

"Sorry, did I make it weird?" she asked.

"You seemed to talk about sex a lot since it was first brought up," I replied. "I've never had sex. It's all a little weird to me."

"I keep telling you, it won't be weird if you just have it once, and just go for it," she protested.

"Why does this matter so much to you?!" I demanded angrily. "Why does it matter to you if I have sex? What would that do for you?"

Her expression darkened. "Jeez, I'm just trying to help you. Lighten up a little."

"Well, I don't need help," I replied. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't bring it up around me again."

She was silent for a bit. Then, for a while. "I feel bad," she finally said.

"I think you should," I told her honestly.

"Can I ask just one more thing about it? Then I'll leave it all alone."

I looked at her for a bit. "Promise?"

"Promise. You can bring it up, like if you get some and want to gloat, but I, uh, I won't."

She definitely had her... quirks, but she seemed sincere. "Yeah, alright. One more question."

"Whenever we talked about this stuff, you kept hugging your sketchbook closer to your pants," she observed in a quiet voice. "Is it because... I'm having an effect on you?"

I looked at her. Her face was serious, yet curious. Not humorous, not like she was going to laugh at me or something. "This is weird..." I breathed.

"You said one question."

"Yeah, okay," I conceded. "Um, the subject matter makes the body respond normally. Is that good enou-"

"But it's happened before, too," she cut in, her voice getting weaker. "Even when we talked normally, you've pulled the sketchbook closer."

I didn't say anything.

"Is it because you find me... attractive? It's okay if you do. I won't get weird about it."

"This is already weird," I laughed nervously. "Uh, I mean, yeah, I would say of course you're attractive. So, if someone who's attractive brings up this kind of thing, it's like... natural."

"Yeah, I'd agree," she replied. "Well, hey..."

I looked at her. My heart was beating faster.

"I mean, if you were looking for... experience..."

Faster and faster. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

"I mean, I am single now, and... like, I'm supposed to look for rebound stuff after a big breakup, right?"

I was breathing through my mouth.

"If you wanted to have sex with me..." she trailed off, clearly as nervous as I was.

For some reason, the word 'sex' broke the spell. "I can't do this, this is too weird." I quickly gathered all my things and blushed, realizing that if I stood up now, May would very clearly see my erection.

There were worse fates. I exhaled, standing up, accepting my fate. I turned and quickly left, my stuff in hand.

"Andrew... Andrew!" May protested as I left. "...Phil?"

Nothing made me stop. I was a deep crimson red, surrounded by green, and as much as this offer should have felt like Christmas, it was anything but. I powerwalked away as fast as I could, even if the thoughts would linger on.

***

I thought I might not see her for the next few walks, but I was dead wrong. The very next time I had arrived at the cliff, she was already there. I froze in place upon seeing her, and thought to walk away, but I figured that would just lead to more complications.

Still, I couldn't find the strength to say anything when I sat down. It was hard to tell if we were purposefully ignoring each other, or if we just thought the other person was ignoring us. I didn't know. I didn't have to care, though. It was me and the view once, it could be me and the view again.

I took out my sketchbook and started to draw the landscape. It must have been at least a full ten minutes before May spoke up.

"You're getting really good at that."

She was looking at my sketchbook. I glanced at my drawing and shrugged. "I guess practice helps."

"Am I in your way?" she asked.

"No. In fact, I'm surprised you can see my drawing from over there."

She got up and looked at the drawing more closely. "Oh yeah, definitely better," she said supportively. "I'm sorry I weirded you out the other week. I felt really bad."

"Hey," I said awkwardly. "Like I said, just gets overwhelming." I started drawing and coughed. "Besides, I'm sure you could find better, more experienced guys to do that stuff with."

"I don't think that's the point," she replied. "I told you, sex is something fun you do with someone you trust."

"I'm a random guy you met in the woods. I could be a serial killer," I argued humorously.

She gave me a wink. "Hot," she joked back. We both laughed politely before I returned to my drawing.

"I do appreciate it," I found myself saying. "I hope when I do have my first time, it'll be with someone understanding... like you."

"You're just saying that to flatter me," she laughed, sitting back down.

"No, I do mean it," I replied. "I'm... I'm a man, after all. Of course I'm interested. I'm just also unsure of what sex even should be. It's hard to say yes to something I've never had all my life, especially when it's something people keep telling me I'm missing out on."

"Well, those people are weirdos," she dismissed me.

I smirked. "You basically told me I was missing out too, you know..." I trailed off in a smug sing-song tone.

She cocked her head. "I don't think I ever did," she replied quickly.

"Well, it felt like it," I objected.

"You felt wrong," she simply told me. "I was just saying it's something you can't hold as sacred. Anyway, wait." She shifted. "Did you say you hoped your first time would be with someone like me?"

"I guess I did, yeah," I admitted.

"And I told you last time that if you ever wanted to have sex with me..."

"Yup, I remember you saying that," I replied coolly, trying to hide how fast my heart was now beating or the bulge in my pants.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked quietly.

"What's that?"

"Move the sketchbook."

I laughed. "Nope, not in a million years."

"Oh, come on," she laughed back. "We're being more honest with each other, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but that's like..." I looked around. No one was nearby, but still. "This is a public place, isn't it?"

She lowered an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you telling me that you never had a fantasy where you're doing something in public?"

"Fantasies are fantasies," I protested.

She smiled triumphantly. "That's not a no," she told me in a new tone.

"I..."

"Tell you what." She took initiative and sat down beside me, gingerly grabbing my sketchbook. "Why don't we do it like this? I'll start moving the sketchbook. If you want me to stop, put your hand on top of mine and I'll stop, no questions asked.

She was so close to me. I could practically feel the heat of her breath, and I could watch her blush deepening in real time. Slowly but surely, she started to move my sketchbook off of me, and my hands did not move an inch. Her closeness, the way she looked at me, the way she smelled, none of it did anything to keep the tent in my pants from being completely obvious.

"Oh hello," she murmured once it came into view. "Did I cause that?"

"No, it was the birds," I mumbled embarrassedly.

She giggled. "So, why don't we start slow... Can I touch it?"

I breathed in, and then out. "You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"I will if you don't want it," she said diplomatically. "But you did say 'someone like me,' so, why not... streamline the process?"

"I don't think that's what that means," I argued.

She giggled again, then slowly ran her hand up my leg. Even before she made contact with my cock, I gasped and shuddered.

"You okay?" she asked in a small voice.

My eyes were closed and my head slightly leaned back. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied just as quietly.

She slowly moved her hand up my thigh before making first contact with my dick, over my pants. Even with the layers between us, the first hand on my cock that wasn't mine sent electric sparks running up my body. I couldn't help letting out a small moan.

"Does it feel good?" she breathed. I opened my eyes to discover she was looking intently at me the only time.

I could feel my face blushing profusely, and could only nod. She nodded back, and kept caressing me over her pants. I could hear her breathing quicken along with mine, and we didn't dare speak a word to each other. We didn't need to. It was weird, getting fondled like this in plain view of a valley this size, and it didn't escape my mind that anyone could come at any moment.

"Did you want to... try something more?" she asked.

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," I replied uneasily, looking behind us.

"Look at me," she commanded, still stroking and caressing me over my pants. "How many times have we come here and there was another person that came over to join us?"

"I..." I sighed in pleasure. "I don't think we ever had that happen."

"Did you ever see anyone else aside from me when you came here?" she quizzed me further.

She scored a bullseye. We'd come here for weeks and weeks, and never saw anyone. "N-no," I admitted.

"There you go," she said. "You can keep it like this if you want, but don't pretend like someone else is coming. Right here, right now, it's just us." She squeezed my cock through my pants. "And I really want to see more of you," she breathed, right into my ear.

I shuddered, then looked around us one more time for good measure. "Y-you sure about this?"

She smiled. "Why not?" she asked. "I think I can say it now, I'm curious about you. I want to see what being with you is like. And this way, you won't be blindsided when you marry someone. I mean, if you're okay with me being a first for you."

"Y-yeah." I wanted to say bigger sentences, but nothing was coming out. Without another word, May moved her hand to my belt and undid it, popping open my fly and smiling supportively at me, waiting for me to stand up.

"I can't believe this is happening," I mumbled, standing up.

"I can. I'm just impatient," she joked, also getting up, and getting on her knees in front of me. She helped me lower my pants, and gasped when my cock emerged.

I wasn't the biggest guy on the planet. Probably five and a half inches on a good day, and I wish I was the type of guy who never felt the need to measure. I had always heard that girls didn't care about size, and had prayed that would be true. Luckily, May seemed transfixed on it all the same. "Oh wow," she murmured, biting her lip. "And you never had sex? Those low-stakes girlfriends of yours really missed out."

"Oh come on," I laughed.

"You know what's funny?" she asked as if I didn't say anything. "Most girls are used to cut guys because they're with them the most, but I've actually been with more uncut guys than anything. I'm gonna have to relearn a few things here."

"Are cut guys a lot different?" I asked.

"No, I'm mostly kidding. I don't really give a shit, most girls don't. It's just slightly different technique to give the best head." Her eyes flickered up to me and she smiled mischievously. "Oh, right. I'm going to be sucking this, aren't I? Unless..."

"Unless..." I trailed off. My cock bobbed in front of me with desire.

It hit her in the face and she giggled. "Did you want your first orgasm with me to be... inside me?" she shyly asked. "I mean, I'm down to do this more than once, and I know most guys would probably rather get blown first, but like..."

"Wow," I breathed. I could do little more than breathe the next few words. "I don't know if I'm a lot like other guys."

Her smile got bigger. "Nice," she said. "This works out, I'm..." She paused and chuckled. "I'm kinda already wet."

"Taking care of virgins turns you on, huh?" I teased.

She made an angelic face. "Maybe," she teased back. "You should have seen your face. So concentrated, so focused..." She held my cock in her hands and began to pump it, eagerly spitting into her hand to lubricate it. "It's so hot, Andrew."

"Yeah, it's hot from this side too," I breathed. It was crazy to see this bossy little cutie on her knees for me, her cute eager eyes transfixed on my cock. I couldn't help but whimper as she kept eagerly pumping me with her hands.

I think she could tell that I would shoot my load a little early if she kept going, because eventually, she got back on her feet and smiled at me, looking around to make sure no one was coming.

"Thought you weren't worried," I teased.

She stuck her tongue out at me in response, earning a giggle from both of us. Without another word, she worked her shirt up over her head, then didn't even let me process what was happening before reaching back behind her, undoing her bra and letting it fall.

Jesus Christ. Her boobs, and I guess boobs in general, looked amazing in person. Something about them was just so captivating. The size, the way they were crowned by puffy attentive nipples, the way I could just see on her chest how turned on she was... it was magnificent. I had no clue what cup sizes even meant, but her boobs were deceptively big. D? DD? I had no clue. Big, for sure. "Wow..." I breathed.

"First time you've seen these, too?" she asked with a chuckle.

I could only nod dumbly.

"Go ahead, touch them," she encouraged. She sighed happily when my hands first made contact. I tried to feel my way around, feeling them up and squeezing them.

"Hey, hey," she said suddenly. "Be gentle. They like big gentle motions, not small sudden painful ones."

Taking her advice, I began to knead them, taking note of why so many hack erotic stories used the word 'knead' over and over to describe men playing with them. I used my hands to play with her boobs themselves, and then finally, used my fingers to lightly tweak her nipples.

"Do they like gentle motions too?" I asked breathlessly.

"They can take it a little harder," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

I tweaked and flicked her nipples some more, completely forgetting that my cock was out of my pants and throbbing and pulsing with desire. Whatever I thought my first time with a girl was going to be like, I would never in a million years have guessed it was going to end up like this.

Eventually, she put her hands on mine, taking them off of her boobs. Biting her lip again, she looked at me, her eyes filled with lust and determination. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"I don't have protection though," I said with sudden realization.

"I'm on the pill. It's not like I'm worried about you having an STD," she reasoned.

"Should I be worried?" I asked.

"I've only been with my ex for the past little bit," she explained. "And I got tested before that. I'm clean."

That was our only obstacle left. It was happening. Outdoors, near our spot, at the trail, it was really happening. Now that I was 26, my sexual peak was clearly just over so I didn't stay hard for quite as long anymore, and yet, I couldn't remember the last time I stayed this hard this long. It was like I was a teenager again. May was letting me relive what it felt like.

Deciding on a spot and position was surreal. It was like we were negotiating a business deal while she was taking off her pants. I couldn't help but stare at the first pussy I'd ever seen in real life. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. Puffy, aroused, and glistening with excitement.

We decided on her bending over against a nearby tree, mostly so I could keep an eye out for anyone else. After all, there weren't trees at the clearing, so even though it wasn't by much, we were still closer to the trail.

She bent over and turned around, smiling at me. "You ready?"

"This is all happening so fast," I breathed.

She laughed throatily. "Hurry up," she begged. "I really want to feel you in me." She wiggled her butt to make a point.

I couldn't believe the sight before me. With her shirt also off, she was completely naked, bent against a tree. She clearly didn't care as much if she got caught, like she was carefree. She probably did this before, which honestly made this whole situation even hotter. She was an exhibitionist, or at least someone who liked to do it in public places for the thrill of it even if she didn't like audiences.

Her ass was every bit as sexy as the rest of her. Her needy hole oozed her passion, begging for me to break my spell of virginity and enter her. So, taking one last breath as a virgin, that was exactly what I did.

Even the first thrust felt wonderful. It felt warm and tight and... right. Like I belonged in her. I could see why people never shut up about sex. It felt like all the good things, like being a puzzle piece that finally got put in the right place. It was indescribable.

May too moaned her approval, turning back again. "How does it feel to finally be inside a girl?" she moaned.

I could only moan incoherently in response.

She laughed naughtily. "Yeah, I thought you'd like it," she moaned. "God, taking your virginity is so hot. Fuck me, Andrew. Use this pussy and learn how to fuck."

I started thrusting because I could even understand what was happening. It came to me naturally; so instinctive, so animalistic. I started grunting and experimenting with sharper, quicker thrusts, grabbing her hair and pulling it in time with my thrusts like I heard guys do.

May was definitely into that. "Holy fuck you're a fast learner," she moaned. "Fuck yes. Pull my hair. Do whatever you want. I'm yours."

I grabbed her hips and slammed into them, enjoying the feeling of the thrusts on me. It felt like I was entering a new dimension, a new way of being, all while surrounded by nature. I looked out behind me and briefly caught a glimpse of the view of the valley before my neck started to hurt, at which point I returned my focus to the equally beautiful May.

Experimentally, I smacked her ass with my hand, all while still thrusting. The smack had a wonderful ripple effect on her body, giving her ass a satisfying jiggle. I smacked her a few more times, enjoying her reaction -- looking back at me and smiling like she was having the time of her life. She was moving her body back against mine like she was a horny slut that needed this more than anything, and from the way she was talking to me, she probably was.