Last 2 versions of Taken

There I was, almost 25, still a virgin. I was sure I'd never find someone for me. It was far too easy to see the others I worked with as being happy and I felt left out, unlucky and undesirable, just as I had in College and High School.

Like the Doors said, women seem wicked when you're unwanted... and they call you strange.

I'd had my funks, I'd even stared into the abyss more than once despairing of ever finding my own.

Until I met Nicole. Then I felt confused. I would soar to the heights of enthusiasm and then crash far harder than before as soon a reality set in.

We'd met the strangest way, too.

I'd had my funks, I'd even stared into the abyss more than once despairing of ever finding my own soul mate. There were times when it seemed the abyss was staring back at me; I'm now glad I blinked. Back then, though, I was a hurting puppy.

Until I met Nicole. Then I felt confused. I could soar to the heights of enthusiasm and then crash far harder than before as soon as reality set in.

And we'd met the strangest way, too.

Corinne, one of my co-workers, tended to look out for me and acted as the catalyst; she'd been invited to a friend's picnic and dragged me along. Given that Corinne was gay and between girlfriends at the time made it easier for her to bring me. That didn't stop her being teased about "trying something new".

Until she told them I was being set up for a blind date and that I needed to meet Nicole.

Drat.

I'd not driven myself, Corinne had brought me. I couldn't get away.

I'd not driven myself, Corinne had brought me. I couldn't get away. I was trapped.

My experiences with blind dates were the least painful dating experiences I had, so my feelings were mixed. Just because the pain was lowered didn't mean these had been painless.

So when I was introduced to Nicole, well, I was scared stiff and couldn't say much considered how breathless I was. Here was a young woman who could pick anyone. Anyone. So what was so wrong with her that she needed a blind date?

So we'd drifted away for a while.

I'd volunteered to run the gas grill so I was working the burgers and franks for people on demand and getting to gnaw on a few myself when Nicole walked up to stand by me. My fright returned.

So like a frightened animal I'd drifted away to avoid feeling the bars of this cage I was living in.

I'd volunteered to run the gas grill so there I was, cooking the burgers and franks for people on demand and getting to gnaw on a few myself when Nicole walked up to stand by me. My fright returned.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

I couldn't answer, I stood, rooted to the spot, my hands trying to move but acting like dead birds, fluttering out of the sky.

"You look like you need a hug..."

I was suddenly wrapped up in the arms of a teen-ager. My own arms knew where they belonged and placed themselves around this young woman without any conscious thought. My brain suddenly told them to squeeze what was in them, my arms obeyed, and told my brain that it was a good idea.

I was suddenly wrapped up in the arms of a teen-ager. My own arms knew where they belonged and placed themselves around this young woman without any conscious thought. My brain woke up just enough to tell my arms to squeeze what was in them, my arms obeyed, and told my brain that it was a good idea.

The brain, however, was split. One third was a gibbering idiot, another third was going "Wow!" and the final third asked the others "you like this?"

Even the gibbering idiot liked it.

The only reason we released each other was the smell of completely incinerated meat. I cleared the grill of the carbon and passed the cooking implements to a nearby woman and reached for Nicole's hand ... and found it.

Given the age differential I was certain that a true relationship would not evolve. Despite this certainty weighing down my heart there was still a small hope. I left the picnic that day in a daze, being interrogated by my Corinne, who made approving noises. Having exchanged phone numbers with Nicole had me far more relaxed than I'd ever been.

Given the age differential I was certain that a true relationship could not evolve; I was six years her senior. Despite this certainty weighing down my heart there was still a small hope. I left the picnic that day in a daze, being interrogated by my Corinne, who made approving noises. Having exchanged phone numbers with Nicole had me far more relaxed than I'd ever been.

I didn't see it as a date. I didn't see our subsequent meetings as dates, either, even when it was only the two of us.

I was afraid of "dating", just the word able to strike fear into my heart.

So we met, usually at her instigation, asking me "You busy?". We ate. We went to movies. We talked.

We could talk, oh, we could talk. We'd meet for dinner or a movie or just for coffee (well, I drank tea). I still never once considered these to be dates.

Despite this difference in age between us we could still talk. In depth. Even with her mother and sisters present. (Her mom had been at the picnic and had been the one I passed the grille operation to.) I didn't make any moves beyond "buddy" because she was a good friend, one I would not want to lose.

And her mom seemed to like me around. Yes, they might have been using me for techs but that was fine, they treated me nice enough when I worked on their computers or VCRs.

Her mom seemed to like me around. Yes, she might have been using me for techs but that was fine, they treated me nice enough when I worked on their computers or VCRs.

I felt good around Nicole, under no pressure to "perform", no pressure to be romantic, no pressure for physical affection, no new "role" to play. I could be me and not get laughed at by her (or her family).

That didn't mean I didn't find myself wanting her in other ways; I just couldn't cope with the likelihood of rejection, so those dreams lay hidden.

Even in groups with friends (hers or mine, sometimes both) she stayed near me. We talked and joked incessantly and shared all kinds of things about each other, yet...

I couldn't tell her how I really felt about her. I did my best to treat her as "one of the guys" and kept from thinking about how turned on I got around her. Her occasionally unreadable facial expression seemed to torpedo any fantasized relationship beyond "just a friend" with her. Despite this, I still felt desire for her but took some solace in avoiding exposure of my heart.

I didn't want to be laughed at.

Again.

And given how I saw this young woman now, it would hurt a lot more than I'd ever been hurt before.

And given how I saw this young woman then, it would hurt a lot more than I'd ever been hurt before.

I have to admit that I was feeling better about myself given our socializing for over three months.

It was nearing the end of the summer when some of my friends and co-workers were planning a canoe trip between Calicoon and Narrowsburg and I was asked if I wanted to join them. Since I didn't want to get put in a "pot luck" canoe, I asked Nicole if she'd be interested in sharing a canoe with me. Her voice on the phone was such that I could "hear" the smile she had, and her obvious enthusiasm was tough on my hidden feelings-- one moment soaring in hope, the other moment despairing. Her happiness almost triggered a melt-down; it was a miracle I didn't expose my feelings to her just then, barely managing to shut myself up. This couldn't be anything more than being "buddies". When she agreed I let out a sigh and felt wonderful and we made our plans to get up there.

Now my friends had all met Nicole, and, given that I said "we're just close friends" some had made a play for her. It's odd how everyone who'd met her had struck out with her. I was both reassured by her continued availability to me yet despairing of ever being quite "good enough" for her. Some of the guys she'd rejected were far more impressive than I was.

People hadn't recognized us as a "serious" couple. Of course, at the time, neither did I.

So letting them know that I had a canoe partner was quite a surprise. When I told them who my partner was I got looks of surprise.

So letting them know that I had a canoe partner was quite a surprise. When I told them who my partner was I got looks of amazement.

Bob, my closest friend at work, though, rebounded quickly and sounded pleased with this news. I believe he liked not needing to scrounge up a partner for me as he had in the past. (A "canoe partner" is not a "date", though it had been tried by Bob. Once.)

So I collected Nicole from her home before sunrise, cruised up the Parkway (tolls in hand) all the way up to Route 3 and headed west. The merge with 46 was not so breath-takingly hazardous at this time of the morning on a week-end and finally, the sun peeking over the hills, we passed through that God- forsaken "malfunction junction" that is the spaghetti-inspired mix-master for 46, 80 and 23. If you've ever been there, well, you know what I'm talking about.

Route 23 is, once you get past Pequannock, a pleasant country ride up into the North-West corner of New Jersey with nice stretches of highway and even some small towns to go through. Along the run were plenty of painted rocks sported weird comments like "Jesus Saves, Moses Invests" along with the greek letters one half-expected.

My little car was doing well enough in the curves of the road and was a lot of fun and her voice as we chatted went a long way to making this trip painless.

It looked like a beautiful day, plenty of sun, very little in the way of puffy clouds. The view cresting High Point was nice, especially coming down into the Delaware valley.

It looked like a beautiful day, plenty of sun, very little in the way of puffy clouds, blue sky to the horizon. The view cresting High Point was nice, especially coming down into the Delaware valley.

We worked our way through Port Jervis and were climbing again up along Route 97, the River Road on the New York side of the Delaware River. On this day the view of the valley was spectacular as we followed the twisty little road.

It was almost a state of nirvana, it just felt like perfection.

Too perfect by half.

It was here, my heart comfortable with the company I was keeping and the scenery we were driving through when bomb-shell landed and exploded: "So, how's it feel to finally have a girl happy to date you?"

My soul quailed at the word "date". I had serious problems with that word. My heart sank. Suddenly.

Her warm hand was on mine before the realization struck me that I had actually taken the initiative in asking her on this trip and being the first time I'd asked anything of her. She squeezed my hand, smiled and I suddenly felt both elated that she liked me and also so exposed. As a peasant, my soft spot was now visible to my princess. I was now so vulnerable. I'd had enough experience in the past of having my heart ripped right out by a girl I liked and here I was now unprepared being comforted instead.

It was here, my heart comfortable with the company I was keeping and the scenery we were driving through when a bomb-shell landed and exploded: "So, how's it feel to finally have a girl happy to date you?"

My soul quailed at the word "date". I had serious problems with that word.

My heart sank. Suddenly.

I don't know what suddenly went through me. Despite the lift in my spirits on one side, on the other I was hurting and my driving was getting worse as my eyes filled with water. At the next overlook (just a wide spot on the road along the low stone wall) I pulled across the road into the space, shifted to neutral and set the brake.

It was time for damage control, to back away and try to keep her from taking advantage of this and hurting me more, but I ended up being reduced to telling her the truth: "Nicole, I know I'm nothing special. I realize that you're not only brilliant, easily smarter than me, but you're also so beautiful that I feel like a toad next to you. I am comfortable enough around you but I'm so afraid to take a chance for more just to fail and get burned. I'm sorry..." I'd closed my eyes as I started to feel the sobs finally coming to the surface, the emptiness within me echoing through me. The glow I'd felt in her recognition of me was completely lost in this sea of despair.

So it was quite a shock to suddenly feel her wrap me in her arms and hug me. The least likely thing I expected happened: she liked me!

This brought on a sudden feeling of peace and contentment that ran through me despite the doubt still in my heart, trying to wrap my own arms around her even though my eyes were still closed. The tightness in my chest eased and I was breathing more normally again.

"Jack, are you feeling better now?"

Yes, I felt better, I nodded with my head cradled between her shoulder and chin.

"Don't kid yourself, you're OK. I like you. Even my mom likes you. I want you with me. Okay?"

I nodded again. My voice was muffled as I said "I love you. I'm so afraid to be hurt again..."

I nodded again. My voice was muffled as I finally admitted "I love you. I'm so afraid to be hurt again..."

"I know you hurt, I can feel it, but I'll be with you. And, in case you haven't realized it yet, I love you too."

This declaration went through me like lightning, my blood temperature seeming to suddenly rise, a sense of warmth in my veins.

She continued, as the tension in my muscles started to fade: "When I met you, at first I didn't realize how wonderful you could be, but I want to hold you forever, with you holding me. Promise me that you'll be with me?"

That was an easy promise. From the icy depths of dread, my heart was now dancing in joy. I nodded again, adding "Yes. Please."

That was an easy promise. From the icy depths of dread, my heart was now warm, dancing with joy. I nodded again, adding "Yes. Please."

I finally came back up for air, looked in her eyes, felt myself falling and kissed her-- I think. My first real kiss. I don't know anymore if she started it, but I was surely kissing her, learning with her how to please the other. It seemed so natural, I didn't feel as clumsy as I'd always believed myself to be. I realized that she was not that much more experienced than myself but I was glad someone knew more of what we were doing. I wondered how she knew, but only for a moment before I followed her lead again.

Or was I leading?

We finally drew apart; I was feeling very content as I sat back in the driver's seat. I turned to look at her again and-- just barely-- managed to not wrap her in my arms again, instead saying, "Wow". Then we wrapped our arms around each other again and kissed some more. This time we started exploring what we could do with our tongues. That was fun.

I think we'd still be there if it hadn't been for the occasional honking we heard as traffic went by. It felt like it had been both instantaneous and forever.

It was with effort that we finally pulled apart, each gasping for air.

We smiled at each other. I'd been falling for this girl since we'd first met and got to talk, but every meeting since had been a mix of fear and nirvana, so hitting bottom would've been very hard to face-- she'd caught me and cradled me in her hands. The peasant had met his princess; Her kiss had made me feel ennobled for the first time in my life.

Reality intervened when I saw the clock on the dashboard, and, with more than a little bit of reluctance, asked "Shall we get this show back on the road? I think we've probably lost our lead on the others already. And I am now REALLY looking forward to having you ALL to myself in a canoe."

Her smile as she nodded hit me again like a pile-driver and I went through the motions of getting ready to roll again (I didn't remember releasing my seat-belt). Putting my seat-belt back on with an erection like this tenting my pants was non-trivial and Nicole smiled. The realization of why she was smiling had me reddening and I apologized, waving at my lap.

She showed a wry smile with "Jack, I realize that it happens to guys. Later I'll show you a damp spot so you'll realize the reaction is mutual. So don't apologize for showing me something like that; Coming from you, it's flattering." Her smile looked very happy to me.

I think I blushed, "But it's not a sign of respect towards you. It's like I'm an animal..."

"Hon, you ARE an animal, deep inside, just like I am. If we'd just gone and fucked right away, then we'd be no more than animals, but I think we've exchanged enough over and above that. And I'd really like to let out my animal-ness with you some time." She held my hand and squeezed it. Her "happy noise" sounded almost like a purr.

Just her calling me "Hon" hardened me some more and I felt a flush of pride run through me. Having a woman so wonderful choose to be by my side was more uplifting than I would have believed possible.

With that, and a big smile on my face, I got the car in gear and got us back on the road without burning out the clutch. My co-ordination was just barely good enough as I worked up through the gears.

My mind was a-whirl as we continued the run up to Calicoon. The scenery was beautiful but my attention kept returning inside the car, my gaze wandering back to my princess. My driving was competent but not prize-winning.

We made it to the launch point by Calicoon barely on-time yet still spent almost a half hour waiting for the others. We could have spent more time at the overlook.

We spent our time waiting for the others in the activities we'd not wanted to interrupt: kissing, cuddling and even talking. She did show me her wet spot. I'd never before felt so masculine as I did when she explained how *I* got her juices flowing like that. She knew by now that her smile would get a tent from me. With her pleased expression I was quickly getting over that feeling of shame whenever my body saluted her.

I did get teased by the others when the caught us happily clinching but having Nicole holding my hand comforted me; for once the teasing didn't hurt at all.

I didn't realize what I was in for that day.

Nicole and I applied sunscreen to our face, arms and legs. I'd once canoed in shorts and had burned. We were wearing shorts again and wanted us both to be be protected.

So when she suggested I oil her legs I jumped at it. I got to apply it to her arms, shoulders and neck. It felt good to do this for her but having it done to me by her let me know how much she liked it.

Collecting the canoes and getting the picnic coolers and extra gear loaded into the canoes, we pushed off from the rocky shore. Nicole was up front, pulling us forward and talking to me about the water ahead as we shared the tasks of powering and guiding the canoe.

Nicole and I applied sunscreen to our face, arms and legs. I'd once canoed in shorts and had burned with a set of "lobster legs", so I knew how important protection is. We were wearing shorts and wanted us both to be be protected.

So when she suggested I oil her legs I jumped at it. I got to apply it to her arms, shoulders and neck. It felt good to do this for her, especially when she encouraged me to spread it up her shorts a bit. It felt good to me as she let me know how much she liked it. When she chose to do my legs for me I discovered how pleasant it could be.

Collecting the canoes and getting the picnic coolers and extra gear loaded into them, we pushed off from the rocky shore. Nicole was up front, pulling us forward and talking to me about the water ahead as we shared the tasks of powering and guiding the canoe.

Under normal circumstances the front rider in the canoe needs to be experienced and strong enough to both power and guide (given their eyes) through the rough patches of water.

She'd never canoed before but she took to it far quicker than I had and was able to paddle with little waste motion. I liked being in the back since I got to see her in front of me at all times, so I was in paradise anyway.

The first couple of mild rapids weren't a major threat but we were able to build up our ability to coordinate our actions without any danger. Nicole really did seem to be a natural at this.

We had a nice time floating down the river; Nicole was quite adept at guiding us through the rapids (even Skinner's Falls) without incident (despite our limited experiences, we made out better than the others who had more practice doing this) and we made a stop on a quiet little spot at the side of the river for lunch, and further introductions.

Bob and Ali, my co-workers, wandered off into the woods with a blanket almost right away; Kelli and Chris, their friends, decided to strip down to their bathing suits. Kelli was cute enough and Chris was built way better than I was. Nicole watched as they disrobed and then just pulled her own top off and exposed her, well, having never seen breasts "in the flesh" before, incomparable tits. (It is odd to think "tits" instead of "breasts" but "breasts" seem far too impersonal to me, and too unattainable. Tits, however, are far more "available" to me, and, as George Carlin remarked, "tits" sounds like a snack: "Bet you can't eat just one!") Not only was I hard, I must've made a funny picture since my tongue had to be out as I panted, my eyes mapping her like radar. There was no doubt that mapping via braille would be a far more intense and enjoyable experience. And I think my tongue wanted first dibs at doing that mapping, too.

We had a nice time floating down the river; Nicole was quite adept at guiding us through the rapids-- especially Skinner's Falls, the roughest water on this run-- without incident. The others took on a lot more water than we did.

We finally made a late lunch stop at a quiet little "beach" on the Pennsylvania side of the river and we finally had time to perform further introductions.

As soon as we'd eaten the lunches we'd packed, Bob and Ali, my co-workers, wandered off into the woods with a blanket. Kelli and Chris, their friends, decided to strip down to their bathing suits. Kelli was cute enough and Chris was built way better than I was. Nicole watched as they disrobed and then just pulled her own top off and exposed her, well, having never seen breasts "in the flesh" before, incomparable tits. She'd not worn a brassiere. This was guaranteed to get my attention... and Chris'.

Not only was I hard, I must've made a funny sight since my tongue had to be out as I panted, my eyes mapping her like radar. There was no doubt that mapping via braille would be a far more intense and enjoyable experience... and I think my tongue wanted first dibs at doing that mapping, too.

She looked at me as I sat there with my mouth open staring at her breasts as I watched her nipples swell and harden. My own erection had been having problems making up it's mind which state to be in all morning, but since we'd come ashore was completely swollen and I fired a load into my pants. There was no doubt to any of the others who witnessed my humiliation over what I'd just done. I must've been blushing beet red.

Kelli took this occurrence in stride without any comment but Chris chuckled. Nicole turned to him with, "So you've never come in your pants?"

Toying with her nipples, Nicole was looking him in the eyes when she started gasping, apparently reaching climax, and he hurriedly followed my example, right into his shorts. While Chris recovered Kelli complained "Did you have to do that?"

Nicole smiled at her. "Yes, he was dissing my boyfriend."

Kelli smiled back and continued to shed clothes to expose her bathing suit.

Nicole surprised me a lot with her apparent comfort being almost naked. Once she skimmed off her shorts and panties she was completely naked in front of the three of us. I was still standing there in total awe of this young woman, my mouth hanging open.

"So, Chris, don't make any more fun of my man, you hear me?" Her possessive tone did wonders for me.

He nodded, turned to Kelli (who'd winked back to Nicole) before he led his girlfriend back to the water.

Nicole then smiled at me and lay herself out on the big blanket she'd brought and I could not help but look carefully at this lovely woman.

I was totally captivated, unable to do anything but *be* there, rooted to the spot.

She had no sign of tan lines as I might have expected; She also lacked any indication of pubic hair, her slit totally exposed. It even looked swollen and wet.

Her voice pulled me out of my worshipful state. "Jack, strip, will you? You've got a change of clothes so you'll want to get out of those."

Now I'd never been naked in front of anyone before since I was too young to remember, so my hands were shaking as I undid my clothes. I was nervous over letting her (much less anyone else) see what I didn't have. This worry seemed to be unfounded over the expression I got from Nicole; She gave me a happy smile and waved to the spot next to her on her big towel.

Her first words once I was fully exposed said, "You look fine to me. I don't know why you'd worry. Relax, sweetheart, you're fine."

We lay on our backs in the sun, holding hands; She'd reached for *me* and grasped my hand, squeezing it several times, providing yet another lift for my still fearful heart. How could I possibly have deserved such a wonderful woman? I closed my eyes and felt contented, my nudity finally forgotten.

I could hear Kelli and Chris splashing in the water, Kelli's squeals reaching our ears. I had wiped my ejaculate off with my undershirt but the idea of a rinse in the river was tempting but was no contest compared to being stretched out next to *my* princess. Unfortunately it was a fairly short-lived respite as I could feel myself getting another erection.

Nicole suddenly got up, saying "Wait here, Hon, I need to get the sunscreen."

I heard the "Hon" and almost climaxed again. Not only did my ego swell with pride, so did that most troubling of organs. I was emotional mush by this time, completely awash in happiness from her attentions which just reinforced my dazed state.

I nodded. I realized she'd returned when I felt her straddling my legs (my dick slapping against her naked mound) and squirted some sunscreen onto my chest and started spreading it into my sparse chest hair, neck and arms. My hands went to her breasts, almost of their own volition, and I cupped and squeezed her perfect mounds and tweaked her long and hard nipples; I'd half expected some discouragement but none appeared, and, when my hands faltered and I was about to withdraw them, she pulled my hands back to her and smiled, "Keep doing that". That her own hands felt good on my skin was not lost on me. We made all kinds of happy noises for each other as she spread the sun-block on my chest and I continued to cover her breasts with my hands, learning how to touch her. Adding to our shared pleasure came from her rubbing her own slit along my dick. We were both getting into this activity and our moans seemed to sound like a wonderful harmony, striking a chord within each of us.

We made all kinds of happy noises for each other as she spread the sun-block on my chest and I continued to cover her breasts with my hands, learning how to touch her. Adding to our shared pleasure came from her rubbing her own slit along my dick. We were both getting into this activity and our moans seemed to sound like a wonderful harmony, striking a chord within each of us.

All too soon she reached my abdomen, I was squirming from how ticklish I was. She got off of me (leaving my hands empty again) and did my legs. She had me turn over and did my back. It was a miracle I didn't put a serious wet spot onto the towel. She then lay on her stomach with "My turn, Jack. Get to work, OK, sweetie?"

I never before felt so much power in those words of endearment provided by such a lovely (and loving) voice; her calling me "sweetie" just made me feel so much more wanted-- and I'd never really felt that before. The little self-doubts that kept trying to flutter back into me were banished yet again. Here I was with a princess and she was choosing to be with ME. The only reason I didn't get any harder was I think I was at my limit. My balls were long since ready, though, to try to impress her.

I grabbed the sunscreen, straddled her perfect butt, and squirted a line down the center of her beautifully brown back and across her shoulders and then started to massage it into her skin. I'd never done this before but the noises she made let me know I was getting it right, which my dick certainly noticed. I worked my way down her back, did her cheeks (I spent more time on her cheeks than I needed to, but I loved every second listening to her moan like that) and worked on her legs. My dick was rubbing against her butt and the dripping of pre-cum landed on the areas I'd already oiled.

She flipped back over and said "Back to work. Or is it Front to work?"

We smiled at each other as Kelli and Chris came back up the beach to their own blanket and watched as I applied the sunscreen to Nicole's shoulders, breasts (again I lingered, despite the audience, it seems I was getting territorial), abdomen and bare mons (again noting it's baldness-- did she shave? There was no sign of stubble), again taking more than the minimum time necessary before doing her legs. My erection was quite prominent through all of this and afterwards I decided to lay on my belly, uncomfortable with the looks I was getting from Kelli. Nicole tossed them the tube of sunscreen and rolled onto her belly as well. A part of me figured that I didn't amount to much but I hadn't even tried an inventory on Chris for purposes of comparison.

We were able to watch as they decided to forego even their bathing suits and took turns spreading the sunscreen on each other's backs, then she straddled him and they did each other's front at the same time and then again took turns on their legs. They were each quite thorough in doing each other's heretofore un-tanned spots. I figured that we'd provided a good example for them.

We smiled at each other as Kelli and Chris came back up the beach to their own blanket and watched as I applied the sunscreen to Nicole's shoulders and ... breasts, lingering, despite the audience. This was my first time with a woman's breasts in my hands, so I wanted to enjoy the touch and learn to please my girlfriend with the attention. I learned, she did some coaching. I finally proceeded to her abdomen and reached her bare mons. If you think I didn't take more than the minimum time touching her pussy you're too young to be reading this. It took a bit before she encouraged me to spread the sunscreen on her legs, though she was quite vocal in her approval of my attentions between her legs.

By now my erection was quite prominent and, to hide it, I decided to lay on my belly, uncomfortable with the looks I was getting from Kelli. Nicole tossed them the tube of sunscreen and rolled onto her belly as well. A part of me figured that I didn't amount to much but I hadn't even tried an inventory on Chris for purposes of comparison.

We were able to watch as they decided to forego even their bathing suits, though it was not an easy sell for them, they weren't comfortable. I thought about it... I'd be uncomfortable but, with Nicole there to encourage me, I'd been able to deal with it. So it could not have been as easy for them, but they did it anyway. The patches where they'd not yet been tanned stood out. I knew I didn't look like that since I was almost all white skin (kind of fish-belly white).

Chris and Kelly followed our lead in spreading sunscreen on each other's backs before she straddled him and they did each other's front at the same time, finally taking turns doing each other's legs. They were each quite thorough in doing each other's heretofore un-tanned spots. I figured that we'd provided a very good example for them. We could hear their sounds of pleasure from this work.

They finally rested on their bellies like us and before long both Bob and Ali returned; they went with the flow, getting naked with the rest of us before applying their own sunscreen to each other. It did seem far more businesslike than Nicole and I or even Kelli and Chris had (and who were now watching Bob and Ali as closely as we were).

Once they lay down in the sun, it was time for Nicole and I to turn back over. I had softened quite a bit but seeing Nicole's tits again got me hard - though her sudden smile flared at me and the hardening became an almost instantaneous process.

"Jack, I didn't apply any sunscreen to your dick, let me make sure it doesn't burn..."

I was expecting to spray semen all over myself again while she rubbed sunscreen onto me; I didn't expect her to put my penis at her vaginal entrance and work herself down onto me. She was taking me in slowly and carefully, and I suddenly realized "Are you a virgin too?"

A gasp from Kelli indicated that she recognized the implication that both of us were inexperienced.

Nicole nodded to me and I gasped as I suddenly felt the obstruction at the entrance to her vagina. She eased up and down against it gently and my urge to ejaculate crested, spurting into her vaginal entrance as it gripped the head.

No sooner had I stopped shooting than she slid down me, my semen mixing with her natural lubrication to make penetration less of a pain. We were fortunate that her hymen surrendered with a minimal conflict.

There was a little "ouch" there at the beginning.

The moment of deepest penetration into "my" woman was life-changing. I'd known I loved her, but this told me, better than words or kisses, that she did really love me back.

I was blown away. Afterwards it was a strange thought that we'd given each other our virginity in front of an audience. At the time, though, it was like we were alone, our eyes focused on each other.

I wished, at that moment, that I hadn't gone off so easily. I was concerned I would go soft.

We lucked out: I stayed hard. She leaned forward to kiss me and putting as much of my love into that exchange was a challenge; she certainly did get my message, though.

We got lost in kissing and caressing each other, but she realized she was fully seated on my still-hard maleness and decided to use it.

She worked herself up and down on me moaning almost non-stop-- almost only because she'd stop and I'd feel her squeeze me several times before moving again- and my balls finally notified me of their readiness once again.

That's when Nicole tired, so we rolled over, me on top, and I went at it, finding soon that her legs joined her arms in being wrapped around me.

But she was a lot noisier now, and I learned that she'd cum more than once already so kept at it, my own climax entering the toll plaza.

Considering that I'd already pumped a load into her the sudden realization that we'd taken no visible precautions struck me, so I stopped and asked about protection, This was a hard thing to do.

If it hadn't been our first time we might have been better prepared, but I was certainly afraid of hurting her-- especially through pregnancy. We certainly had no rubbers and her virginity kind of precluded a diaphragm. If there was any protection, it'd've needed to be the Pill.

And, to be perfectly honest, there was a part of me that WANTED her pregnant, if only to hang onto such a perfect woman.

And, to be perfectly honest, there was a part of me that WANTED her pregnant, if only to hang onto such a, to me, perfect woman.

"I'm safe enough, I need it here, I need it soon, don't stop, please, don't stop..."

With that, I couldn't hold back so I slammed home and fired what felt like a couple of pints into her. If she'd really cum before, this one was unmistakable as her body went crazy, seemingly sucking on me and keeping me in ecstacy. I heard her moaning and she was wrapped tightly around all of me, writhing. I wrapped her in my arms and held her close, kissing her forehead, eyes, nose and, when she came to, her mouth.

I wish the feeling of that first afterglow could be bottled up; No hurry, no worry ... I'd had some minor experiences with drugs long before but they'd failed to impress me. All of them paled in comparison.

This time my member couldn't help but shrink after making its delivery, but coming down from our shared ecstacy was relaxing. We shifted then to keep my weight off of her.

We finally remembered our audience, turning to look at the others and it seems they copied our example: Both couples were copulating.

Furiously.

Each woman was riding her own man pretty hard. Each had a huge smile on her face. A happy smile.

Nicole looked back at me, we smiled at each other, and kissed again. I couldn't picture being any happier than I was at that moment. We stayed together as the others finished and basked in their own afterglow.

Something had changed in all of this, I wondered if it was just me. I was comfortable nude with Nicole at my side, despite the others around me. We were outdoors, people along the river could see us. Yet I was comfortable.

Almost as one we finally got up and walked down to the water to rinse ourselves off, which had Kelli and Ali noticing the pink on my penis before we reached the water. Ali asked Nicole if it had really been her first time. Nicole smiled and agreed, yes, it was true, and it was my first time too, exposing what I thought had been a secret from both Bob and Allison. Both Kelli and Ali looked at me and Ali commented, "Good, Jack. You seem very happy now. It looks very nice on you."

There was no doubt that I was walking on air, given the value of what Nicole and I had exchanged. It was like she had a piece of me in her hands-- and, from the way she looked at me, she felt the same with me. She was, from that moment on, my beloved. I could see the same look in her face as well.

We were matched.

There was no way I couldn't feel special with her looking at me the way she did, and, stupidly, I didn't even think about how I was giving her the same message with my own eyes and face.

I was told later (by Ali, at work) that if I'd been looking at HER like that, she'd've dumped Bob and would be in a hurry to drop her damp underwear.

Once we dressed in our extra "clean" clothes for the afternoon, we packed back up, re-applied the sunscreen to the exposed parts and got back on the river.

This is when Nicole let me know she was on the Pill, so I hadn't started Jack (or Nicole) junior today. When she looked over her shoulder at me and added "But maybe later we can do that, right?" I was ready for it to be today which was unfair. I needed to get past my excessive possessiveness first.

The landing point in Narrowsburg was a wide shallow area full of rocks (not all of them being smooth and round), too shallow to bring in the canoes with us paddling. It wasn't a lot of fun walking in, pulling our canoes behind us, wearing our sneakers in the water. Despite this, I think all of us were feeling very good about the day.

Turning the canoes over to the service, we climbed into Bob's station wagon for the ride back to the other cars. Nicole and I were cuddled with her riding on my lap as Kelli sat on Chris' lap. I rode back with my eyes closed and my arms around my perfect woman who draped herself on top of me as I listened to the women chatting about the day. My attention did perk up with mention of our time on the beach.

Kelli said to us all, "We've got to do this again. This is the most fun I've had in a while. I hope you all don't mind but it was fun to do it with friends around. You guys understand?"

Both Bob and Chris were nodding, as was Nicole; All I could do was go "Mmmmmm" as I squeezed my lap's passenger. I listened as Ali added "That's for sure. I never realized how much fun it was to watch and be watched. When and where can we do this again?"

We discussed this and worked out that two weeks would be good since it'd be nice to have a fresh paycheck to do this with. All three of the girls discussed their menstrual cycles to make sure they wouldn't conflict with that schedule We would work out the details in the next week.

Once arriving at the launch site we separated all of our gear back to our original cars and loaded up for the trip home.

We still had another hour of daylight left as we departed and worked our way back home, making a stop at a diner on 23.

I'd been in her home in the past but, with our new relationship, I was more uncomfortable facing her mother, but went into the house with her.

Dinner with Nicole, after the activities of the day, was like a little slice of heaven. We had a very lively conversation though resorted to metaphors in discussing our sexual activities.

We proceeded down in the night, this time taking 287 back towards the 'shore, bringing her home. It was a nice intimate ride along the sections of the road without lights.

Arriving at her house, I was still anxious.

I'd been in her home in the past but, with our new relationship, I was more uncomfortable facing her mother, but went up to the house with her.

We kissed very deeply on her porch and, despite the light being turned off, we apparently put on quite a show for her mother. We were told (later) that she was able to watch us as we kept kissing over and over again, oblivious to an audience. Every time when we tried to separate we'd squeeze each other again and kiss each other again. An endless loop...

Nicole's mother made a noise and I suddenly pulled away and looked around and was looking directly into her mother's eyes.

I must have blanched instantly.

June opened the door, faced her daughter, asking "It sure looked like he's pretty good, Hmmmmm? You look quite happy with him, are you all right, dear?"

Nicole was nodding so fast I was getting dizzy. "I am *SO* all-right, Mom."

"C'mon in, Jack." I was led in and encouraged to use the necessary, which, as decisions go, was a no- brainer. I hope my sigh of relief wasn't heard by everyone else in the house as I tapped a kidney.

Nicole took her turn after me while June maneuvered me into the big cushy recliner. Nicole's delayed return got a rise out of me as she appeared wearing a long t-shirt and apparently nothing underneath it. Instead of the couch, though, she sat on my lap and cuddled up to me but not before it was obvious that my body had noticed hers.

What was wrong with me? Just the day before I'd be mortified just to let ANYONE be able to tell I had an erection, but with my arms naturally wrapping themselves around Nicole (and her arms around me, too) all fear fled. I thought back to how it felt to me on the beach as we cuddled and I recalled a little of that sleepy feeling of happiness.

When I heard Nicole's Mom ask if she'd "gone all the way" with me, I blanched again as I heard my beloved go "Mmmmm, Hmmmmmm" sounding like quite an admission of truth. She squeezed me a little more as she acknowledged our deed and I squeezed her back, and, despite my anxiety, was able to reply with a sound of contentment myself.

The next question snapped me out of my passive (well, nirvana-like) state; "Well, is he moving in with us or are you moving in with him?"

I looked directly at June with my mouth hanging open. She saw me and laughed, pointed at me, and said, "Well, are you willing to move in with us?"

Finding my voice was not easy, but I finally asked, "Are you kidding? I'm not exactly an easy person to put up with so it's miraculous to me that my princess here has any interest in me."

"Mom, we already know that he can handle the toilet seat, so that's a good start. Honey, will you move in with us?"

Despite my selfish instinct telling me to hang on to her as soon as possible, the "rational" side of me got the use of my mouth, asking "Are you sure you have room for me?"

Despite my selfish instinct telling me to say yes right away in an effort to "keep" her, the still barely "rational" side of me got the use of my mouth, asking "Are you sure you have room for me?"

I was suddenly being squeezed by this wonderful woman before she relaxed and said "You'd be in my room. My bed. I've seen your tiny apartment that one time we stopped there on the way to Jeff's party, so I know we've got room for your stuff."

I turned to June; "Are you really sure, having a man like me in your household like this? Out of wedlock, well, so far?" I turned back to Nicole, "How long should we wait before filing for marriage? A day? Two days? A week? If you think I'm going to take any chances of losing you now..." which I couldn't finish, my lips and tongue being occupied by an exceptionally excited young woman's own lips and lively tongue. Each time we kissed there was something new for me to learn.

I turned to June; "Are you really sure, having a man like me in your household like this? Out of wedlock, well, so far?"

There was no way I wanted to take any chance of losing Nicole at this point; I was eager. Perhaps over eager, but, in learning lessons of love, I knew who I wanted with me. Forever.

I turned back to Nicole, "How long should we wait before filing for marriage? A day? Two days? A week? If you think I'm going to take any chances of losing you now..." which I couldn't finish, my lips and tongue being occupied by an exceptionally excited young woman's own lips and lively tongue. Each time we kissed there was something new for me to learn.

When we came up for air, gasping, we noticed June looking at us, seemingly happy, before asking "Why would you offer to marry my daughter? Couldn't you tell we weren't requiring a commitment like that?"

This was pretty serious, seeming very much out of character for a parent, too. It seemed like she wasn't too worried about me drifting (as if I would even *think* of leaving the woman who held me like this, bringing me the feeling of being a complete person). It was strange to realize that I could be so important to a beautiful young woman like this and it suddenly snapped me into reality. Or some weird version of reality.

"June, one moment. Nicole, you know me well enough by now to know why I'd snap you up instantly, but, seriously, why?"

Nicole looked at me, a confused expression on her face. "Why what?"

"Why me? I'm nothing to look at. I'm nothing special. I'm not incredibly talented at anything, I'm ... not. There's so many things I'm not; I have no idea what I *am*. Why me? Why would a beauty like you even consider kissing someone like ... me?" That last was choked out, I was one the edge of crying again.

She held my cheeks in her hands and pushed me to look into her eyes, those big brown eyes that I could just fall into forever, stopping my first sobs instantly but not clearing the water completely from my eyes. "Jack, you are special ... to me. When we met, you were so scared of me that you couldn't talk. After The Hug you talked to me as if I was just another person. You didn't try to hit on me for a date. You didn't try to look down my dress. You looked at my eyes when I needed to feel I was being seen as a person. You treated me like a fine lady. Not once have you attempted to push me into a relationship. You've let me lead at MY pace. You've always treated me, my mom and sisters kindly and respectfully. If you don't think your consideration of my need to feel respected and cared for doesn't make you the man for me then something is terribly wrong."

My eyes had cleared enough, she had my total attention. I couldn't turn from her eyes if I had wanted to.

"You've done your best to hide how you've felt towards me. I could tell how this was hurting you, but you would never ask me for anything until you asked if I'd like to come along for this trip. Even then you weren't asking me for anything more than my company. I knew you were the man for me because you controlled yourself. I knew you were good for me because you let me choose. And, since we made love to each other for our first times, I feel like you're holding a part of me."

I was entranced, but I had to speak... "You hold part of me, too. I was so afraid of losing you, of scaring you away, of not being enough of ... a man ... for you. Taking me like you did sealed my fate: I want you. I want you to be happy. But I want to be the one to bring you happiness. I would have married you after our first kiss at the side of the road. I love to hear your voice, I love to hold you, I love your smell..."

We melted together again for a kiss, which got hotter and hotter for me. She moved around on my lap, straddling me, and we were suddenly rubbing our crotches together and moaning.

We got separated by June and I got rather flustered and started to apologize and she shut me up effectively by telling me to get out of my clothes rather forcefully. Nicole was nodding and telling me to do as I was told.

I was naked in front of both Nicole and June. Nicole pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her beautiful shape to me and pushed me back into the recliner and aggressively got on top of my lap.

Before I could do anything I felt my dick held up as Nicole impaled herself on my erection. I suddenly realized that it was June that had helped to insert my organ into her daughter as Nicole sank all the way on to me.

She looked into my eyes again... "Jack, I love you. I want you. I'll marry you. I'll have your babies too, whenever you want. Just let me be here to care for you."

How could I not? I wanted to be there to care for HER.

And there was no way I was going to take any chance to lose her now, either.

She paused and shivered, stroked some more, me helping despite the angle of the recliner, moaning loudly. Her moaning didn't help me hold back and I suddenly came hard, slamming up into her as she slammed back down and gave out a scream that she was coming.

Once we'd come down a little bit from our orgasms and the cozy time following, I realized that our audience had swollen; Nicole's two sisters, 15 year old twins, were watching. Naked. I turned to June and found her nude as well.

My face must have echoed my confusion.

June took pity on me, raising an eyebrow and explained "We're actually nudists. I'm sure you've noticed, despite her permanent tan, that Nicole has no bikini marks." I could tell none of them were marked that way.

That didn't clear the confusion out, and didn't answer the question I really wanted to ask. So I asked her "Why are you happy with us enough that you'd have us... like this?"

She looked at me funny, then got a startled look. "Oh! Well, I guess it's because you weren't here when she was talking about you. She's wanted you for quite a while so she talked me into renting some videos so she'd know what to do. I'd met met you enough times, you've eaten at our table, and I learned a lot just by watching you. You like all of us, and you're caring. I really do want my daughter to be happy and she's wanted to show me that she can make you happy."

She looked at me funny, then got a startled look. "Oh! Well, I guess it's because you weren't here when she was talking about you. She's wanted you for quite a while so she talked me into renting some videos so she'd know what to do. I'd met you enough times, you've eaten at our table, and I learned a lot just by watching you. You like all of us, and you're caring. I really do want my daughter to be happy and she's wanted to show me that she can make you happy."

"Oh, yes, I'm happy" we said in unison, then looked into each other's eyes and giggled at each other.

June got our attention, addressing me with: "So if you were moving in here you'd need to be a nudist with us. I've a question- Will you move in with us?"

I was still in a state of bliss where very little truly critical thinking is possible. Objectively, it could be argued that she was taking advantage of me in this post-orgasmic state, so I nodded. I was very agreeable at that moment.

"You look ready for bed. Let's get you to bed."

I was tired, my brain was mush, so I stood in front of these twins with a dripping dick as Nicole led me to her bedroom, pulled back the covers, and guided me in, before getting in herself.

I wrapped my arms around her, spooning, gently kissing my soul mate's shoulder as I faded. It had been a long, eventful day.

I'd lost part of my own heart and gained a part of another's; I'd exchanged virginities with the new holder of my heart and I was ready to jump into a long term relationship. This seemed to be a real rush, but I realized, in that half-awake state, that I'd been falling for her over three months' time, and finally landed. I felt even better that this woman in my arms found me so special that she'd been falling for me as well.

I'd lost part of my own heart and gained a part of another's; I'd exchanged virginities with the new holder of my heart and I was ready to jump into a long term relationship. This seemed to be a real rush, but I realized, in that half-awake state, that I'd been falling for her over three months' time, and finally landed, and not on the hard ground. I felt even better that this woman in my arms found me so special that she'd been falling for me as well.

With that final lifting of dread that had been threatening to land on my chest, I felt happy and content, a prize-winner, as ...

I slept.