Carrie Minberg, Female, 18

	- Narrator, high school senior

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'5, 135lbs, curly back-length dark-red hair

Lawton, Male, 18

	- High school senior

	- Beige skin, 5'11, 230lbs, unkempt neck-length brown hair

Kona and I remained friends, and we only talked about that night a couple of times, both in the week after it happened. She never mentioned my 'dirty' request, and she told me she'd enjoyed being with me, thanked me for her first time with someone, wanted to think about it before doing it again.

The longer she waited, the more clear it became that Kona and I had no intimacy to explore. I was ok with it. I wasn't in love with her, and the night had gone much better than it had with Rhodes. Even though I maintained that relationship, believed his apology had been sincere, I always wondered who he told, who would laugh at me behind my back.

If anyone did, it never saw it, and even the 'Loose Girl 2' campaign seemed to disappear quickly. If anyone cared who I fucked, they didn't show it.

Many of my classmates were sexually active. Maybe most of them, I don't know. But it got talked about a lot after the holiday break as things headed toward graduation. That's the period of time that I got to know Lawton.

Lawton was a fellow senior who I knew somewhat and had talked to a few times directly. A nice enough boy, maybe not terribly attractive. He was tall but overweight. He let his brown hair be unkempt and it looked terrible. His chubby face wasn't one I ever used in one of my regular masturbation fantasies.

But he was good at chemistry and helped me get through what was my most challenging class. We started hanging out often with others, and he always had a smile when he greeted me. I liked him as a friend, and I really didn't know we'd have more than friendship between us before graduation.

Over that time, I was making plans. I was going on the senior trip to Corpus Christie and the beaches there. I already had a room reserved, sharing it with Kona, Georgia, and Min. I'd applied to several universities and already gotten back several acceptance letters. I made no decisions before the end of school.

A couple of months before graduation, Lawton and I were hanging out. I tried to teach him to play tennis. He could smack the ball around well enough, but anything beyond that was painful to watch. It wasn't that he was uncoordinated, in fact he moved quickly and decisively as he played. But he had no experience and the racket grip kept turning in his fingers and altering his shots.

Afterwards, we headed to the small cafe next door for a sandwich and sodas.

Sitting across from him then, I started to identify that feeling I got when I wanted to be with someone intimately. Something about his hands, I think. The way he gripped his glass, the way he held just the right grip on his sandwich. Maybe I'm overplaying it a bit, but that's what I remember. It wasn't powerful, the urge, but it was there. As he smiled at me and we made easy conversation, I felt more than friendship driving me to stay engaged.

I dared to take his hand as we walked to my car, and he didn't resist. I didn't push it. He was a bit shy, and I knew I'd be the one to make it clear I wanted more. But that evening, I left it there, maybe still considering what I really wanted to do, what I really felt. I masturbated that night, not to Lawton's face, but to imagining his fingers inside me.

- - -

A couple of weeks later, we were at the courts again, and while he wasn't getting any better, he wasn't getting worse. We fell into easy banter as we played. He took my criticisms well, and tried his best to implement them. He failed, but he didn't seem to care.

I found myself smiling at him a lot, looking into his eyes. I wondered what he saw in me then. Did he think about more than just holding hands? Was he imagining what I looked like naked? What I sounded like when I came? Did he wonder how I tasted? I recognized the growing attraction to Lawton, and I did nothing to stop it.

Why should I? I'd seen enough assholes over the years that I recognized a nice guy, a guy who would care about me. I didn't have the crushing desperation to be loved, to give and receive attention, focus, thanks in part to my experiences but also the gentle hand of the anti-depressant.

Our second trip to the cafe, I took his hand while we waited for our food. He smiled and I giggled. I felt fourteen again, it was really nice, for both of us. I brought his hand to my lips and gave it a kiss, and he did the same to mine.

He sounded so formal when he spoke up and surprised me with, “will you go out with me, Carrie?”

I didn't hesitated when I told him I would. He squeezed my hand and we swapped small pecks on flesh before walking to a private spot and sharing our first real kiss.

Lawton was a wonderful kisser. There was measured passion, ebbs and flows of control. He was a bit awkward, to be sure, but he had a nice rhythm, a tenderness, that really turned me on. I said before that light touches, caring moments, they go a long way with me, and that night was no different.

When I suggested we drive somewhere secluded, he enthusiastically agreed.

I knew a spot where other girls went to bring their boyfriends for sex. The abandoned lot had a partial tree-line which allowed you to park and not be seen from the road. I pulled in there and turned off the car. I leaned in to Lawton and we kissed. Our hands moved at once, mine sliding down his thick arms, his fingers dancing over my breasts. I had no idea if Lawton was a virgin, but he was off to a good start.

We touched each other for a while before I suggested we get out of the car. I snagged the blanket and two towels I always kept there, and two or three condoms. I was on birth control, sure, but STDs scared me.

I laid out the blanket, and the look on Lawton's face made me giggle. It wasn't that he looked funny, it was just the sincerity, the curiosity, the mix of thrill and positive anxious vibes that made me feel light and giddy. I wanted so much to share my body with him, and I wasted no time getting started.

I made him sit on the blanket while I took off my clothes. I pulled up my shirt and bra, let him watch as my tits bounced lightly upon release. My nipples were hard, and his eyes were locked on them. Lawton looked not relaxed, but not nervous, either. Somewhere in between. He was the perfect audience for my performance.

I unhooked my skirt and pulled it aside, a shy moment came into me and I blushed, giggled, used my arm to briefly cover my panties. I've seen that look on many other women since, and it never fails to turn me on.

Only briefly did I obscure his view. Within seconds I dropped my hand and my smile, a more sensual look, matching how I felt in that moment. Lawton looked at where my thighs parted, my yellow panties certainly showing my bush even in the low light. I moved quickly to remove my panties and tossed them aside, let my hand draw slowly through my bush, back down, and up once more, trailing further over my breasts, my nipples hard and tight.

I straddled Lawton as he laid back, my fingers finding his button and zipper, pushing his pants and underwear down his legs. I felt his penis brush by me and it was hot on my skin. My lips found his and I sank down onto his body as we kissed.

I could feel his cock on the back of my leg. Lawton's dick was probably close to six inches, but his being overweight made it look like half that size. It was the first time I noticed that effect, and I wouldn't forget it with men like Lawton in the future.

I stroked him, hot flesh in my hand, my tongue swirling his. I slid his cock along my inner thigh, and I wanted him inside me. I grabbed a condom and slipped it on quickly. Lawton's hard cock was straining, and I shivered as I realized he was eager to put it inside me.

It was a wonderful fuck, as wonderful fucks go. I rode him for several minutes, his cock a perfect size to stretch me but do no more. We kissed several times as I leaned over him, and I could feel him swelling inside me.

I wanted it to last and rolled off before he came. I hadn't orgasmed and for once, I hadn't missed it. Usually, the orgasm was the point, the thing I was racing toward. With Lawton, it wasn't like that. I wanted to cum, sure, but the point was the ride, whether I was on top, or afterwards when I laid down and pulled me over him. Fucking Lawton was what I wanted, and I didn't care if I came.

I spread my legs and he guided himself into my vagina. I hadn't cum before, but when he penetrated me like that, it didn't take long to get there. His extra weight made his thrusts shorter, but it also pressed his hairy pubic mound into my clit. The sensation was amazing. I didn't need to use my fingers or his. As he stroked me steadily, my knees raised up, my legs hugged his wide thighs, and I came around his penis.

Lawton was steady, fucking me as I came. He stared into my eyes, caught up in my pleasure. I cried out, I'm sure I was heard a couple of blocks away. I didn't care. His stamina was perfect, his thrusts had a weight I'd never felt before. He fucked me until I came again, and then he tensed, slowed, leaned down and kissed me.

Lawton fucked me slowly, gently, his cock throbbing in my puss. He leaned to me, kissed me, whispered, “I'm cumming...” It was the softest orgasm I'd ever experienced from a man. He groaned in pleasure as his strokes were slow and long. I couldn't feel him ejaculate, his penis didn't seem to jerk the way other men did. He moaned into my lips as his body barely shuddered.

He held himself over me, kissing me, his cock throbbing inside me, his condom filled with semen. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him to me. When he started humping me again, I didn't think to tell him to use another condom.

But it was fine, nothing worked it's way out, and I actually enjoyed the sloshy, thick tip that brushed my cervix until he came again and pushed the rubber to its limits.

Lawton pulled out and looked at the condom a moment, grinning, a big deposit of sperm hanging down. “See what you do to me, Carrie? That was wonderful.”

I could only grin big and giggle, pulled him to me where we hugged and kissed and touched each other late into that night.

- - -

Lawton and I dated heavily at the end of the year, seeing each other outside of classes most days. He was wonderful to me, and I think I was wonderful to him. Recognizing that I loved him came easily. Unlike my earlier partners, there really wasn't much to consider. It felt right in all the right ways. He was kind, cared about me, had no annoying quirks, and when we made love, oh, when we made love, it was the best I'd ever had, and that included Camila.

We never talked about my sexual past or his. I still don't know if I was his first. It never mattered. From the first time we made love, everything before was left in the past. He was a different kind of lover, the first real adult partner I'd had to that point. We made love like it mattered, not as if we were rushing toward orgasms. I learned a lot about myself with Lawton, sexually, emotionally, he was the man that really changed how I thought about relationships, and to this day, I still measure everyone against him.

I admit I fell hard, and he did as well. I wondered if I'd ever be with another man, another woman. I found I didn't care, that Lawton was so much more than a great lay, though he was that as well. I started thinking about marrying him, though we'd never talked about it.

We stopped using condoms during the senior trip. We'd just graduated earlier in the day, and set out immediately for the beach. I drove five of us there. Kona, Georgia, and Min joined us and the trip down was fast and full of good humor and light hearts. It felt so good to be out of school. I felt like the final chains were off my life and I thought little about what to do about college.

The five of us got there before most of our fellow classmates, most of whom were staying in the same hotel where we had a room on the third floor.

We quickly shed our travel clothes and put on swimsuits, dancing and singing our way to the pool outside. We played together all sorts of silly games, and were joined over the hours by many of our fellow graduates. A few juniors and one sophomore had tagged along, and they were openly razzed in a good-natured way.

Lawton and I kissed freely, no longer minors in our own minds. I'd kinda thought of myself as an adult for years, but not having to be in high school released all bonds. We watched some of the other couples necking, some petting, and I was highly aroused when Lawton slid behind me in the water and pressed his bulging trunks against my ass.

We excused ourselves after talking to the three girls I was sharing the room with. They giggled and agreed to wait an hour before coming up. It was very liberating feeling, that moment. I'd so often had to hide from my relationships, in one way or another, and being so transparent about my plans to go to the room and fuck Lawton, if not exactly in those words, was a big step for me.

In the room, we were all over each other. We sprayed off quickly in the shower before Lawton laid on the bed. I sucked him with energy, savoring the salty, sweet flavor of his precum. He moaned and held my head, humping against my face.

I turned around and put my puss over his lips, settled lower until I felt his tongue part my labia and slip inside. His nose rested on my anus, and his breath tickled me there. He lapped me as I sucked, he found my clit with his lips, and I came on his face, his cock throbbing on my tongue.

I turned again and mounted him, his penis pulsing against my hairy slit. He reached for a condom from his bag, and I stopped him by sliding down his cock bareback. “No condoms, not anymore.”

I grinned and I knew he had been waiting for this moment as long as I had. His hard, hot flesh stretched me as I slid down, rested my butt cheeks on his thighs. I humped him fast, absorbing every movement of his penis inside me. I ground myself into him, his pubic weight pressing so well against my clit. I came again that way, my juices forming thin streams down his shaft. Lawton's face was focused and full of desire for me.

I rode him slower, milking him with my muscles, tried to coax his sperm into my body. He breathed, “can I cum in you?”

He asked, and I answered by doubling my efforts, clasping his cock tight with my cunt, matching his thrusts exactly. Lawton raised up, his legs rocking. He grasped my hips, ground into me from below, and ejaculated in my vagina.

I felt it all, or so I tell myself. Every spurt from Lawton's hard penis left an impression in my brain. It was so hot, so filling, his cock pulsing just right. Lawton filled me, moaning, semen flowing from his dick. I rode steadily, staring into his eyes, every movement sending more and more cum into my body.

When he began to get sensitive, I stopped, held still, kissed him. “God, Carrie,” he whispered, “goddamn... oh.. oh... I love doing that... cumming inside you...”

I kissed his cheek, giggling with delight as his penis began to shrink inside me, “me too... Your cum is so hot... you left a big load in me...”

I rose off and proved my point, thick globs of Lawton's sperm ran freely from my raw opening.

We fucked again not long after, his penis recovering quickly and back in my body, doggy-style. He came in me that way, too, and a few minutes later, he gave me one more in the same position. I came a couple of times, but I stopped caring. Lawton's cock inside me was the only thing I cared about, and when he came each time, I just shivered and giggled. I couldn't stop myself, it felt that good.

The rest of that week, we worked out with my roommates periods for Lawton and I to have privacy, and he came in me a dozen more times before we left. Once or twice in my mouth, but usually in my vagina. I loved it, and I never thought I could want anything more.