(M) Traveling Yellowstone with Kerry and Dawn (F) | 2016

So then I met this wafer thin, shy bespectacled girl named Kerry who was the complete opposite of Mason. Were Mason was jockish, out spoken and talkative, Kerry was the naive librarian type of chick with a whispery voice. Not that I was overly worldly, but compared to Kerry I was well knowledgable in the ways of life and love. She was just out of high school and barely 18. Her brunette hair was well past her waist with short bangs in front and looked every bit of a good church girl. She kept it up in a bun the majority of the time and let it down in a ponytail only after work. It was rare that she would let her hair all the way down but when she did it was accompanied with makeup and contacts. It was as if she changed into a different person and it wasn't uncommon for people to just stop and watch her walk by. This outwardly changes I think says a lot about her personality. I wouldn't even have noticed her really until she was stuck with me as a trainer.

I say stuck because the last thing on my mind was work and I tried everything to skip out on my duties and slacked off at every opportunity. Kerry wanted nothing more than to earn the money she worked for and kept me on my toes by asking me thousands of questions and making suggestions. She actually made me work and teach her stuff. Yeah, she was a pain in my backside and suddenly the boss was taking notice of my improved performance.

Something in my mind told me that I should dislike Kerry for making me work, but that didn't happen. Rather I started to appreciate her for making me work. Making me a better employee. A better person. Of all things, I started to like this girl. Ha, what a turn of events. So after a few weeks, when she was fully trained, I asked her out. Not that there was any place to go. Asking a person for a date consisted of asking, "Hey, would you like to come to the falls with me tonight." Then pray it turned out to be more than watching the steam rise off the water.

Our first date started off very uneventfully. Just walking in the moon light talking about our lives and families. Kerry grew up in the suburbs of Seattle. Her father was a mortician and deacon of their church. Her mother was a teacher at a private church school and her grandfather was a preacher. Now I believe in God, went to church every Sunday with my family, but by no means was I super religious. So compared to Kerry I was an heathen. A bad boy of sorts. She liked that and said that I could help her come out of her shell.

That night I kissed her. Her very first kiss. It was just outside her dorm under the porch light surrounded by moths and buzzing insects. She was chest high compared to me, so I had to lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, angling her lips upward. With a slight bend, I pressed my lips to hers. At first she was stiff lipped about being kissed as if surprised. Very shortly she relaxed, pressing back, her lips slight parting. Then she was up on the tips of her toes, pressing me back to the door like a hungry tigress. Her hands pulled at the back of my shirt and found the skin of my back.

Just as I realized she was trying to pull off my clothes and that I just maybe was going to get me some, Kerry broke off the kiss, turned and darted to her room. She said from the closing door, "Pick me up tomorrow night at 8." Our fist date was unceremoniously over.

Our next few dates went about the same as the first. We walked, talked and kissed at the end. Unlike our first kiss, the next were brief and uneventful if not completely forgettable. In fact I can't recall how many dates we had from the first until the day I bumped into her at lunch. It was decided then that I would take her to the Boiling River for a midnight swim. Now if a first date was equivalent of walking around the falls was to diner and a movie; going for a midnight swim in the Boiling River was like cooking a romantic diner with a bottle wine on a third or fifth date full of expectations of bedroom play afterwords.

That night I met Kerry at her dorm. Her hair was down, flowing around her waist in dark curls. Her lips were a seductive pink, that matched the blush of her checks. She looked more than just attractive. She looked sexy, with a purposeful intense look of confidence. We walked down to the Gardner River and followed that upstream to were it met the Boiling River. The two rivers met in a grassy grotto in a deep high valley and was very secluded and vertically unknown to tourists. With the large crescent Moon rising up over the hillside it was the perfect spot for some skinny dipping. Trying to maintain the bad boy persona I had established the night before, I stripped out of everything and jumped into the warm waters. Reluctantly, Kerry followed my lead, but left on her pink one piece suit. She them slowly slipped into the water several yards away from me.

Paddling in her direction she backed away asking, "You're kind of a pervert aren't you?"

My bad boy routine had bomb, I was sure. So I went to a lie trying to redeem myself. "Uh, I forgot my bathing suit."

"Oh, really? You're such a bad lier. I know what a mans bathing suit looks like and your is laying right over there. You're hopping to get me out of my clothes aren't you?" Suddenly deflated and having all my intentions brought to light, I just floated there feeling the blood rushing to my face. Kerry drifted around me keeping a three foot buffer between herself and my nakedness. "What? Cat got you tongue." Just seconds before I had a plan. That plan was now crushed. Crushed by what I thought was this naive librarian looking girl.

Then as she past behind me, there was something brushing my ass. It then pinched down making me jump out of the water. Kerry laughed as she swam back away from me. "Oh, so you do have a soft spot."

I splashed back at her then chased her toward where the hot water mixed with the cold mountain runoff. Clouds of steam rose into the brisk evening air obscuring my view of Kerry to the point that I bumped into her in the waist deep cool water. Her body was like satin next to my corse hair covered muscles. Instantly her lips found mine. The tips of her fingers drawing shivers up my back. My hands running up her bare thighs, to her stomach to her small round breasts.

Nervously, she pushed away from me, splashing my face playfully. She turned away just as I grabbed her hips pulling her back into my arms. Her long neck was at my chin calling for my kisses. Her skin was tender, sweet and smelled like heaven. The roundness of her little bottom pressed back waking my libido to the point that it pressed up between the cleft of her ass. Shock at the touch rose into her lungs escaping in an excited hum.

Now until this moment, I had believed that all virgin girls were afraid of sex and the touch of a man. At least that was what I was led to believe via movies, television and how girls had acted in junior high and high school. So I was astonished when Kerry turned to look at me, her hand grazing my shaft. It was an accident, was my first thought. But then she touch it again, grasping in loosely in her palm as if it was something to be handled delicately. Shivers spasmed through my spine from my toes to the back of my neck.

Again I tried reaching around to grab her tits. She shrugged me off by turning around, my cock still resting in the palm of her open hand. "What," I demanded, "you can touch but I can't?"

Snaking her other arm around my neck she smiled saying that she was making all the rules tonight. "Well, hold on to it." I instructed, by way of clamping her hand around my shaft. "No, grip it. Yeah." Her hand closed over the shaft gently, before actually gripping down tightly as instructed.

"Like this?" I hummed out my pleasure rocking my waist back and forward, slowly closing the distance between us. Soon, the tip of my penis was pressing at her thigh as she helped guide my thrusting through her hand. She reached around my neck. Pulling my lips toward her. Firstly, her kiss was hard, dry and immature. On top of that she kept bumping her nose into mine. I took her face in my hands, tilting her head to the side to better kiss her. While kissing, I pulled her hand away position myself to slide my cock between her thighs. She took my ass in hand pulling herself toward me, riding my cock like the seat of a bicycle.

Gently, I bit her lower lip. Afraid, she pulled away, before smiling at me. Then she returned my nibble, almost pulling at my lip with her teeth, grinding herself down at me. Bucking together, the water splashing between us, we ground to a crescendo of passion. The warmth around my shaft was amazing and I felt the tension building. Our lips party to the sounds of the building climax that were whispered into the others ear. A sudden release was upon me in waves. Instinct took control in violent thrusts of spasm as I forced Kerry to the beach. With her back pressed into the gravel we dry humped each other. The pressure in my balls subsided gradually, as I cam leaving Kerry's thighs sticky.

Even though the gravel of the beach left scratches on her back, Kerry was satisfied and held me in her arms, petting my hair. My breathing soon slowed enough for me to say something, but words failed me. I just looked at her for a long moment, watching her chest rise and fall in the moonlight. Stiff nipples poking through her suit tempted me into stroking her stomach. Very soon the tips of my fingers found the slight rise of her breast. Cupping the flesh in the palm of my hand I did what any man does... Kneed it like dough before pinching the teat between my fingers.

Moments before Kerry hadn't seemed receptive to my advances. Something had changed. I don't know what it was, but she just laid there letting me fundal her breasts. First with one hand, then, after sitting up, I had both in each of my hands. Pulling the top of her suit to the side, I licked her nipples in turn, being sure to suck on both equally, as if one would be Julius of the other. Kerry seems to like this and held my head, moaning as I worked on her tits. At on point I had sucked her entire breast into my mouth, licking the nipple as I did like I was devouring her.

Back when I was a teen, it didn't take much for my dick to get hard. I could masturbate six times before school and still get a hard on in the middle of class for no reason at all. So I was hard within seconds after finishing. Now, sucking at Kerry's tits my dick was standing tall and solid. My balls were throbbing again. Everything told me I was ready to go all night if Kerry would let me.

Slipping into the water, I lifted her knees to my shoulders, her crotch in my face. There I kissed each of her silky thighs, working my way to her tender vagina hidden under the thin cloth of her suit. She bucked as I kissed, holding my head away from getting too close. Then all at once my mouth was on her, enveloping the softness.

I've dreamt of licking pussy. Running my tongue over some girls clit, nibbling at her labia, fingering her pussy, then sucking everything into my mouth. There was a very large learning curve when comparing imagination to reality. I pulled her suit to the side and dove in. Firstly, Kerry's little button, which was easy enough to find, was super sensitive. At the first touch of my tongue she jumped back, squeezing my head between her thighs. Then I tried to nibble. She yelped and slapped my head. Having learned my lesson with fingering a girl weeks before, I went to sucking on everything. In the end, nothing I did seemed to have any affect other than causing Kerry to swat, squeeze and push me away.

I realize now that eating pussy has a learning curve like everything else, and each woman is very different. Kerry was very, very sensitive to the point that she couldn't enjoy even the simplest touch until she fully warmed up. This I didn't realize at the time, so I just struggled with licking her until she pushed me away suppressing her giggles.

Thankfully, she took my dick in her hand again, telling me to lean back. Complying, I snuggled into a mossy cove, hot water mixing with the cool. My waist floated up as Kerry try iced her best at giving me a hand job. Relentlessly, I asked her to use her mouth. Unsatisfactory, she kissed the shaft and pink head as if that had any effect at all. An urge starting at my toes and fingers to pulsed into my balls and throbbed into my cock telling me to flip her over and fuck her good and hard. However, I had begun the night thinking it would end like every other and neglected to bring any condoms. So I relented and let Kerry stroke at my shaft, feeling the build up in my balls suddenly escape in an eruption sperm.

With the milky fluid covered her knuckles Kerry examined her hand looking slightly discussed. I told her it was very healthy and for her to try. "You first." She offered her hand to me. I laughed her away as I washed my dick. She washed, pulled on her suit and we both got dressed.

After that she was all timid and prude again with her hair in a bun and rarely in a ponytail at all. It was as if the passion of that night had never existed. The next few dates ended with a sweet quick peck or hug. Needless to say I was frustrated to the point that when Dawn asked if I wanted to go to the Firehole River one night with a group of friends I jumped at the opportunity. Dawn had broke things off with Mike some nights before and was feeling adventurous.

I have to interject some on my relationship with Dawn up to this point. She had become a very close friend. Not so much so with Mike, who was in his mid thirties. Though, after Mason left I spent a lot of time with her- them. A third wheel of sorts. We went rafting, hiking, camping and even skydiving together. Come to think about it, I got along with Dawn better than any other woman in Yellowstone. After she had dumped Mike, she came by my room and told me about the whole story, which was too long to write about here, so I'll add that as a separate chapter later. Needless to say Dawn and I got along very well.

Unlike the Boiling River, the Firehole River was on the beaten path and well known by tourists and park rangers. It was off limits after hours and well patrolled. Tickets came fast and furious there and it was exciting sneaking into the secluded canyons without being seen. Even more so to hide out amongst the fishers and boulders as the rangers patrolled the boardwalks.

This wasn't a skinny dipping group. Tickets for swimming at night were just a $50 slap on the wrist for employees. Skinny dipping, or public nudity, carried a fine of $1000, which no one could afford. Our group of eight maneuvered down the cliffs in silence to the river, where we took turns jumping from an outcropping into the rippling waters below. This outcropping was no more than ten feet, but in the darkness where the thick trees blotted out the stars, and the waters sounded like a crashing torrent, the jump felt like skydiving into Nigeria Falls. Anxious to show off, I was the second to jump. The jump was exhilarating. With my heart racing I felt more alive at that moment than ever before. The waters, though not hot, were comfortably warm.

I caught myself on a rock waiting as Dawn followed me. She asked for me to stay nearby to help her. Her surprised gasp was suppressed by the splash. As she came up for a startled breath, I caught her by the wrist, pulling her into an eddy of calmer waters hidden by the outcropping above. She embraced me like a frightened little girl, hugging my neck with her legs around my waist. I held her hips, pulling her very close into my groin. It took only a second before something very hard was pushing into Dawn's pubic bone.

She giggled at the realization that she had aroused me so easily as the sounds of our friends splashing echoed from our little cove. "Thats unexpected," she whispered in my ear, climbing higher on my hips so I was pressing her in more intimate areas.

"Not really," I answered. "I have you right were I want you." I covered her surprised expression with a long kiss. At first she was stunned at my sudden unwarranted advances. She quickly, relented to her baser needs and returned my kiss with a renewed passion. Soon all six friends had drifted away, their voices fading into the distance, leaving Dawn and I alone our kisses escalating more passionately. Soon, my hands were pulling at her top, freeing her breasts.

Now, I would want to describe what she looked like. I would like to tell you her tanned skin matched her dark quarter sized nipples. But it was way too dark, and my sense of touch and smell were all I had. Her breasts were round and seemed to sag into my hands. It took me a second to find her nipple around her areola which seemed larger than normal. My tongue flickered over her teat as she clutched my head with her arms, her fingers pulling at my hair.

Then her lips were on mine, at my neck, down to my chest and on to my stomach. As her fingers laced through my trunk, she took a deep breath. She pulled them down, gripping my erect cock. She went under, guiding her mouth onto my the tip. Slowly she sucked me in, starting with the head, then more. She bobbed on it for what seemed like two seconds before coming back up for a breath.

It was my turn, I grabbed her legs and lifted her as I had done with Kerry a week before. She floated as I kissed my way up her thighs. Dawn was much more receptive and pulled at my head, her legs parting to my advances. Almost welcoming me. I tugged her suit away and found her satin smooth labia at my lips and a few wisps of pubic hair under my nose. Dawn's hips responded to my tongue. She bucked with delight when, after a moment, I found her little button.

Now, more often than I like, I found myself ejected from a sexual encounter. This time it was dew to light flashing off the waters. Dawn froze, gripping my head in her hands, directing me away from her vagina. There was people speaking. Our friends. Then deeper voices of authority. Dawn fixed her suit. I did the same. The light split in two as an officer walked down the edge to look closer at the water below. I pulled Dawn closer to me, thinking we could hide. Our hearts were pounding loudly. Her hand was resting on my thigh, my arm around her hip. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was thinking that the rangers would leave and Dawn would go back to sucking my dick.

Well, no. That didn't happen. Our little cove was little and the light caught us. Reluctantly we climbed out of the water. The rangers took our information saying that if they caught us again we would be fined. Then we were sent on our way, blue balls and all.

Again, on the ride home, I was only thinking about taking Dawn back to my room and stripping her naked. Oh, we were going to go at it hot and heavy all night long. She was going to suck my dick long and hard until I cam in her mouth. Then, I would fuck her until she cam screaming my name. My mind ran away, imagining all the positions I wanted to try and how the softness of a woman's naked body would feel against my angular muscles.

Upon arriving at the dorms, we found Kerry waiting outside my room. Waiting for me. Now seeing me and Dawn together was nothing new. She lived just down the hall from me and we would often spend hours talking about this or that. On occasions, Kerry had even joined in our conversations. Dawn gave me the it's okay line with a shrug. "She's your girlfriend after all."

Leaving Dawn at her door, I took Kerry into my room. She was a little upset with me saying that I shouldn't be going around with other girls at night. Even though she trusted me, it just didn't look right. I told her I didn't know were we stood in our relationship. It wasn't like we had any conversations about dating in those terms. We talked about what we were doing and Kerry made it clear that she didn't want us seeing anyone else. We were in an actual steady relationship and not just having fun. "I'm not the type of girl who is looking for a one night stand."

That settled, and Dawn pushed to the back of my mind, her hair came out of the bun and she started to kiss me. Now, I was still very horny, so everything went really fast. I returned her kiss, forcing her back onto the bed. Her legs came up around me, her hips thrusting up into me. I had her shirt over her head still covering her face as I unfastened her bra. One nipple was in my mouth as if fondled the other. She fought her shirt off and found my lips again.

Our shoes came off as I struggled with the buttons on her jeans. Very quickly, her pants were at her feet, followed my my own. My penis was throbbing through my underwear and it bounced out as Kerry pulled the elastic band down past my hips. Pushing her back, I pulled her panties free and found that she was already wet, soaking her pubic hair.

"Condom. You got the condom?" She asked in frustration. I pulled my the one condom in my possession from my draw, bit it open carefully and rolled it on to the base of my cock. Kerry laid back, her legs parting. I settled in between thighs and laid atop her, my penis rubbing at her firry opening. After, four chances, it was my time. I was about to loose my virginity. I was about to take Kerry's virginity too. We were about to have sex!

At that moment I was so excited I would have lost it. However, a virgin trying to push his penis into a virgin on its own is not a coordinated sight. I missed with every thrust, slipping over her clit or bumping into her ass. By the fourth attempt, I took hold of the base of my cock and directed the head between her labia, before pressing forward slowly. There was a moment of resistance. Kerry inhaled sharply, grabbing my arm.

"Are you alright?" Fear that it would be too painful for her shot through my mind. Well, it would have been just my luck.

"Oh, go slowly, please." She told me through clinched teeth. I pressed on, feeling the tip widen her every so slowly. Fingernails sunk into my arms, as she fought off the pain, just before I felt her loosen. The head of my cock passed her hymen and suddenly I was half a length inside of her. Smooth, warm, wetness surrounded me and I was overcome with the feeling of being someplace I've always belonged. Someplace I was always welcomed. It was like being home, under a warm blanket after a long trip away.

She held me in place for a long moment, pain etched in her face. Slowly her grimace turned into a look of immense pleasure. Her grip softened, allowing me to penetrate deeper. She reacted to this with an exhale through her teeth. At the last inch she groaned. "You okay?" She nodded. Slowly, I backed out until I felt the resistance at the head of my penis.

Slowly, I pressed forward again, feeling my length sheath inside of her. Again she gasped a mixture of pleasure and pain. As I backed away she told me not to go so deep. My next few thrusts were painfully shallow for my own pleasure, but Kerry reacted the a definite moan of pleasure. It took some time, but I was able to slide the length of my shaft inside of Kerry, my balls slapping at her ass.

The old box spring under us squeaked and shuttered at our every move. The head board knocked the wall several times startling us into a slower pace. It was as if we were embarrassed for others to know what we were doing, so we proceeded with a quite resolve. Very quickly, I built a slow rhythm, our pleasures building with every stroke. My face was in the shallow of her neck, my breaths coming out in hisses of building exhaustion. She held my head as I thrusted hard and deep. I cam at the apex of my last four thrusts, but I continued humping as my dick was still. Then, after a minute, I cam again.

It was then that I rolled away, my dick plopping out with a lollipop sound. Oh, I wanted to go right back in just minutes later, but I had used my one and only condom.