Terry [M/F, semi-public] | 2016

Terry and I didn't have much time.

She was a grad student with a full-time job, and I was working two jobs then. Unlike a lot of people in college, Terry had made it to 25 without putting on extra pounds. Barely 5'4", and 120 pounds, she was an incredibly hot brunette with a tight little ass that fit perfectly in my hands, and A-cups that went wonderfully with her lean, athletic body. If I ever had a type, she was it.

Despite having five years, six inches and seventy pounds on her, plenty of physical labor and regular gym time meant I was hardly going to seed myself. Three years in the military to pay for college had left me with a sun-bleached blond crew cut and a commitment to staying in shape. I could overhead press her weight easily, and many times I distracted myself on morning runs by wondering what it would be like to lift her instead of barbells- but where would I grab on?

We'd been talking for months. Neither of us had time for serious relationships. There was enough for casual friendships though, especially those conducted at your own pace via messages. Somehow, the topic of sex came up. Terry's on-again, off-again girlfriend was in the 'off' mode right now, feeling neglected and ignored. Terry had met her in one wild night at a sorority party (she never was in one, but you could meet all kinds of people at those parties). It turned out that while Terry was happy with an awesome-roommate-with-benefits, her girlfriend would get mopey and suddenly they were just roommates again. Meanwhile, Terry hadn't had sex in a month and was going crazy.

"I'd probably do it every night if I could," she sent.

"If you hadn't switched from guys to girls, I'd volunteer in a heartbeat," I told her.

The reply came almost instantly. "Who says I've given up hot guys? Not me."

We started comparing schedules on the spot, and figured out when we'd have an hour at a sane time between jobs and school. It was even harder since we lived an hour away from each other. Both of us enjoyed hiking, and we remembered an old, abandoned trail halfway between us.

I got there first, and spread out a blanket as if preparing for a picnic in the early fall afternoon. Relatively sunny days around Seattle are days to be treasured, and this one was going to be extra special.

A few minutes later I saw a flash of color through the trees as her old, beat-up pickup truck pulled into the trailhead lot. The pickup was white, but the lock of rainbow-dyed hair pushed back from her forehead was unmistakable. Terry came jogging past the closed gate, glancing around until I waved. She slowed a little as she got closer, obviously uncertain about what to do next. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

As she stopped with a nervous grin in front of me, I picked her up, one hand cupping her butt, the other snaking into her hair and pressing her lips against mine. Her legs wrapped around my thighs, and she ground against my hard cock with a moan I could hear through our kiss. We broke for an instant to breathe.

"I've wanted this since the first time we met, but I didn't want to say it," Terry told me.

We kissed again, open-mouthed, hungry. "Me too," was all I had time for before we continued.

"How do you just come out and say that though?" she gasped, running her hands down my back. With her strong legs supporting her, I slipped my hand out from underneath her and down the back of her jeans, holding her up now with a hand firmly grabbing her smooth, hard little ass.

"My god you're hot. I want to fuck your brains out right now," I told her before her lips cut me off from speaking again.

"That works," Terry said when we broke apart again. She slid down off me as I spun to the blanket behind us. Clothes flew everywhere, both of us wanting to see the other one naked while also trying to pull off our own clothing. It only took seconds before her tanned body was exposed to the cool breeze. She wasn't hesitant anymore. Her eyes roamed over my body, and her hands followed. I'd seen her a few times in bikinis, and I wanted her even more now that I'd seen her without them. I had a moment to see her nipples standing up in the breeze, the tiny little tuft of hair between her legs, and then seeing was replaced by feeling. Her skin was hot against mine as she squirmed against me, running her hands down my pecs, then pressing her face against them while her hands moved lower. "I'd heard rumors," she said as she stroked me, "I'm so glad they turned out to be true."

Somehow we wound up on the ground, with me on top. I slid a finger between her soft folds, exploring, probing. "You're already soaking wet? You are a greedy little minx." My finger grazed her clit and she rolled her hips up at me. "Harder!" she demanded. I obeyed, and her hands stopped roaming and merely grabbed at my back, pulling me closer on top of her. We kissed hungrily, her tongue playing with mine as her body told me what to do. Each time she froze mid-kiss, each time she inhaled and tensed suddenly, each time she pressed up against my touch harder, her body told me exactly what she wanted. There was only so much of that she could stand though.

"Fuck me. Fuck me now," Terry whispered. Her legs rose up almost by themselves and she was wide open, exposed underneath me. I couldn't hold back a groan as I slid past the tight ring of her opening, then pushed deeper to feel her slick, hot pussy gripping the entire length of my shaft. The throaty sigh that escaped her as the head of my cock penetrated her body showed she felt the same way. With an inch left I bottomed out inside of her, then firmly shoved. Her sigh became a barely-restrained moan, and her arms and legs clenched around me as her butt came up off the blanket, greedily taking every bit of me.

"God, so hard," she murmured. Her hands stroked my shoulders, running down my chest and abs, then lightly grabbed my thighs. "So hard everywhere." As I began picking up a slow, steady rhythm, her fingers clenched at my thighs with each stroke. "Don't hold back. Give me all of it."

"Never," I gasped. "It's even better than I'd imagined. You feel so good, want you so much-" my words tapered off with a groan as instinct took over, and I went from slow and controlled to pure rut. Her soft moans of desire under me took on a broken cadence as I slammed down into her, my hands gripping her shoulders to keep her in one place, thighs spreading her legs wide, feeling my abs flex with every stroke as I tried to go even deeper. I could hear each impact and feel it straight through her body to my hands, pinning her to the ground under me.

"Yesss, give it to me," Terry hissed. Her grip turned fluttery and weak, and I knew she was already getting close. With her eyes half-closed in ectsasy, her entire body suddenly went limp under me for a few seconds, then clenched hard. Her abs stood out, each one starkly defined, and her slick little pussy went from tight to the strongest grip I've ever felt in my life. Usually I can control my orgasms, but there was no stopping my reaction to that grip. I collapsed on top of her, reaching down to grab her ass in both hands, and pull her even tighter against me as we both gasped for breath, suddenly burning hot despite the cool air.

"Wow," was all I could manage. I wasn't just out of breath, I'd fucked my own brains out.

A quiet, "Yeah," echoed that thought from under me, and Terry sighed softly. I levered myself up just enough to take her in. Her normally quick, bird-like movements were soft and languid. Her often nervous grin was replaced by a soft, happy smile. Her tanned skin glowed with a thin coat of sweat under the afternoon sun, mine and hers mixed together. I leaned down to kiss her, soft, feathery little kisses, so unlike the frantic ones who'd shared just a short time ago. My hips began rocking against hers, an easy, gentle rhythm as I enjoyed the feeling of being inside a beautiful woman.

Terry blinked, realizing what was happening. "Really?" she asked, one eyebrow cocked.

"If we only have an hour, why waste any?" I grinned, perhaps a little cocky about it. I've always been quick to recover, but it always required at least a little effort to start over this fast. Today, I didn't even have to think about it.

The only thing worth thinking about at that moment was how much I wanted to repeat what I'd just felt. As I built up again, abandoning gentleness for the heat and tension I could feel rising inside me, Terry spread her legs wider, murmuring words of encouragement. I swung her legs over my shoulders, pushing her knees back beside her chest, and slammed down with animalistic intensity, and caught a fragment of what she was saying.

"Yes, fuck me, harder, hard as you want! I want you to bruise me, make me remember every time I move, make me feel it inside and out!" As I hammered her down into the soft ground, I could feel the head of my cock bottoming out inside her with every stroke, slamming into her cervix while she was trapped under me. My entire world narrowed to the two of us until I grabbed her arms tight enough to leave thumbprints behind and shoved deep inside of her, cumming so hard that I could feel my seed filling her and spilling out. There was no repeating that one. I let go of her and sagged back on my heels, gasping for breath while she sprawled, spread eagled on the blanket. Watching her lay there, head back, motionless, cum flowing out of her swollen pussy was one of the hottest things I've ever seen, but there was no way I could do anything about it.

I dropped to the blanket beside Terry, completely drenched in sweat this time. We didn't even bother with words. We just cuddled, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, recovering from the intensity of what just happened. After a few minutes, she rolled over on top of me. I thought it was to rest her head on my chest until I felt her kneeling between my legs. Terry's tongue swirled around the head of my cock a moment before she took my exhausted member into her mouth.

"Terry?" I looked down at her weakly. "That's not going to work right now. Not after that last one. I can barely move after that, let alone go another round."

"Mmmhmm," was her only response, besides sucking hard and reaching down to brush my sack with her fingertips. It was my turn to let my head sag back, and I closed my eyes and shivered as she completely ignored my comment and continued.

[To be continued LATER. After writing that, it's a Saturday morning and Terry only has evening classes this semester. I need to go see if she's doing anything tonight. Or maybe right now.]