Night Moves
by Baron Rod

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My name is Mark Lewandowski. Yup, Polish decent. You can't tell a Polish
joke that I haven't heard, and I only turned fifteen in February of this
year. I live in a suburb of Detroit which has one of the largest Polish
populations in the US. 

My dad is a design engineer for Ford and mom part times at the library.
We live in one of those almost identical split level houses on a quarter
acre lots that were thrown up by the thousands in the fifties and
sixties. There is the basement with my Dad's wood shop, storage and
laundry, up a half level to the family room, with doors to the back yard
and carport. A spare bedroom (we use it as a library/computer room),
half bath and a foyer with the front door to a covered walk to the
carport. Up a half level to the kitchen, dining room and formal living
room. Up another half level to the bedrooms and full bath. Parents to
the front, me in the back, with my own computer setup, and a half size
bedroom Mom uses for sewing. 

About a month after I turned fifteen I went through a growth spurt, so
by the time school let out in June I was five foot ten inches tall and
weighed a hundred and thirty pounds. I'd spent most of the spring and
early summer getting used to the new placement of my feet. I tripped a
lot. Really helped my self esteem. My weight was ten to twenty pounds
under what my new height should weigh. Tall and skinny. Brown hair and
blue eyes. Only thing missing from the stereotypical computer, gaming
and SciFi geek was the glasses, which I thank God I don't need. At least
not yet. 

This is the story of my first forays into full contact sex.
       
I'd been on a couple of dates and had even managed to feel a nipple
harden under my fingers. It was my hand up her blouse and under her bra.
I had yet to see a live unclothed breast. Aside from more than daily
masturbation, that's the extent of my actual, real life, sexual
experience at the start of this story. With my stereotype that's
actually better than average. 

Given that I'm a computer geek and I get along with the internet I know
what the female of the species in its infinite variety looks like... in
detail. I have read a lot of what people call 'real' sex stories, and
I'm smart enough to realize that eighty percent or more of the stories
are pure male bovine fecal matter. In among the drek I have also picked
up some tips and tricks that sound reasonable to use when the time
comes. Also, from what I've read, I'm going to be well endowed when I
finish growing up. Fifteen, and I'm already the size and thickness of an
average full grown man.

The neighborhood we lived in had mostly older couples whose kids had
left the nest or young couples who were just starting their families.
The only kids sort of my age lived to the left of our house, the carport
side, with a privacy fence around their back yard. We hardly knew
anything about them beyond that their last name was Hollister and they
had a son that was a year older than me, a daughter a year younger and
another daughter two years younger. Figured that out because of the
grades we were in at school. 

My parents had tried to be neighborly when the Hollisters moved in a
couple years back, but were quickly turned off by their attitude. The
problem with them was they were rabid fundamentalist born again Baptists
in a predominantly Polish Catholic community. They thought us to be all
damned and told my parents so. Well, the Catholic community had the same
feeling about them. I was ambivalent about the notion and tried to talk
to the kids, but was snubbed, so gave up. 

My bedroom overlooked the privacy fence between our yards and I could
see into their backyard. I had noticed the eldest girl had started to
'camp' out in her backyard a lot in one of those small three person
popup tents. She had it set up under a camouflage plastic tarp giving
extra coverage against rain, if any. She was always dressed in very
conservative clothes that were fairly baggy and hid her figure very
well. 

One Tuesday night in late June I had gotten up to go to the bathroom at
about one in the morning. It was a nice moonlit night and when I got
back to my room I was looking out the window at the night sky. A
beautiful mix of small clouds, full moon and stars. I had just decided
to go back to sleep when some motion caught my eye. 

What I saw was the neighbor girl in what had to be full rebellion. She
was coming back to her tent from walking somewhere in the neighborhood.
The walkabout wasn't overly rebellious, but the fact that she was
totally nude, except for flip-flops, definitely was. She had a great
figure for a fourteen year old. Small, pert breasts and curves in the
right places and a dark triangular bush. She went to her tent, crawled
in and zipped up the entry. End of the show. I had gotten instantly hard
and masturbation is our friend. I had more than computer images to cum
to now. Real memories of a real live girl!

The next morning when I awoke the computer geek in me kicked in. I wired
a vidcam to the computer and set up a watch program that would do two
things. If there was a change in the picture from when I started the
vidcam (aside from lighting) it would save the images to a file and also
set off a beeper that I put under my pillow. 

What I found out over the next few weeks was that she didn't go
'walkabout' every night. Every two or three nights she would emerge from
her tent and ghost out into the suburb. Besides the vidcam recordings I
took pictures with my digital camera. The zoom lens worked great even in
the low light. It looked as if I were standing right next to her when I
took the shots.

Another thing I found out was that her dad peeked into the tent just
before he went to work at six in the morning. He slept in on Saturday
and the girl didn't sleep out on Saturday nights. After the first couple
of times my alarm woke me at sixish I automated the alarm turn off for
four in the morning. I like my sleep.

Fourth of July came and we went to the local fireworks which were as
pretty as ever. Then my folks dropped a bombshell on me. They had
decided that for their twentieth wedding anniversary they would take a
vacation by themselves, leaving me 'home alone'. They were leaving after
work on the second Friday in July and would return nine days later on
the Sunday evening, giving me a full eight and two partial days by
myself. Mom bought a lot of TV dinners, sodas and snack food to keep me
fed while they were gone. Dad gave me money for movies, more food, and
whatnot. They said that they'd call a few times, but not every day. 

I'm normally a good kid, so they hadn't decided to foist me off on any
of the relatives and they didn't put too many restrictions on me. I
could have friends over, but no more than three at a time. (I only had
four controllers for my PlayStation.) I could go to friends' homes or
wander about the town, but had to be home by eleven. (I'd have to make
sure that the movies I went to let out early enough and would have to
download bus schedules.) I was to leave my Dad's booze alone. (No
hardship there. I hadn't acquired a taste for booze yet.) I was to stay
out of their room. (I guess Dad didn't want me to find his porn
collection... which was in his workshop in the basement anyway.) As I
said not too many restrictions.

One restriction they either didn't think of, or forgot, was about girls
in the house. It really hadn't been an attention getting subject around
the family. To tell the truth, I didn't think about it until later,
either. My contacts with that delightful other half of humanity were not
extensive. The girl whose breast I had fondled was vacationing with her
parents and wouldn't be back until well after my folks were back. I
still hadn't done anything about the girl next door except take pictures
and movies. I was trying to figure out how to meet with her without
freaking her out. 

*=*=*=* Friday - Day 1 *=*=*=*

Friday came and my folks left, giggling like a couple of high school
kids. It's hard for kids my age to think about what they'll be doing for
the next week, but hey... even their generation didn't discover sex.
That happened a loooong time ago. About three hours after they left a
light rain started, just a little heavier than a Texas dew. I turned the
vidcam on about then.

I was playing a game on the PlayStation when I heard the alarm go off. I
went and checked and it was the fully dressed girl getting into her
tent. I reset the file and went back to my game. Just after midnight the
alarm went off again. I grabbed my camera and went to the window. There
she went. Nude and getting wet. I saw her stand and stretch as if she
were offering herself to the rain. Then she left her yard and went off
into the night. That stretch made for a glorious photo.

I decided my approach right then. I went and got a couple of big fluffy
towels and went out onto the carport. I set up a couple of director
chairs. I went back inside and made some hot chocolate and put it in a
thermos and got two cups. Then I went out and waited. She had, the
previous eight nights she had went for a walk, always returned using the
area between our carports and her walks lasted about a hour, plus or
minus fifteen minutes. Their house was a mirror image of ours. I stayed
clothed because she was going to be frightened enough just by my saying
'Hi!'

I saw her coming after only fifty minutes and froze in position. Motion
is very eye attracting. She came onto her carport and headed for the
fence gate.

"Hi!" I said from my seat, "I have some towels. Do you want to dry off?"

She didn't scream, but made a very startled noise and spun to face me.

I recognized the stance she ended in from movies and anime as something
vaguely martial arts like.

"I don't mean any harm," I calmly said while holding out a towel, "but
you should get dry before you catch cold. Ha! I sound like my parents."

You could see the 'flight, fight, go with the flow' debate within her. I
stayed seated, trying very hard to appear non-threatening, holding out
the towel to this five foot twoish, about a hundred ten pounds soaking
wet (which she was) vision of loveliness. 

"My name's Mark" I said, "and I've been watching you wander off for a
couple of weeks now. I've been trying to think of a way to meet you and
this rain gave me the idea."

That decided her. She came over to our carport, still wary, took the
towel at arms reach, backed up a bit and began drying herself.

"You've been spying on me for a couple of weeks?" she asked, curious
rather than angry, "What are you, some kind of voyeuristic pervert?"

"Voyeuristic... yes." I replied, "Being the typical skinny computer geek
my social skills aren't overly developed, sooo... looking is what I do
best. Pervert... well I guess I'm about as perverted in one way as being
an exhibitionist walking about the neighborhood nude is in another." She
actually blushed... right down to her nipples. "They say that 'normal'
is a setting on the dryer. You are very pretty and watching you has been
a pleasure. Here's another towel. Do you want some hot chocolate to help
you warm up?"

She got a strange look on her face and asked, "Do you really think I'm
pretty? Or do you say that to all the girls? Especially naked ones!"

I said "When you're finished drying there's another chair. We can talk.
To date, you are the only real live naked girl I've ever seen. As for
'pretty'... you are. If I only had the live girls here at school to
compare you to I'd say you were beautiful." The girl sat down, holding
the towel over her hips. "Adding in the girls and women I've seen on the
internet changes it over to pretty, in the classic 'girl next door'
mode, but that's still really nice. Your body has curves in all the
right places and would make any guy proud to be seen near you. Your
shoulder length black hair frames your pale face beautifully. The other
assets you normally have covered only reinforce that impression. You
have such beautiful pale skin and your dark bush draws attention to your
pussy. Your breasts are lovely and firm... perky... a bit more than a
handful, with those rosy, sort of puffy areolae giving a nice
contrasting shade to the rest of your skin and the nipples are sized to
match both breast and areolae. I said _pretty_ and I meant _pretty_.
Again... do you want some hot chocolate? And would you tell me your
name?"

After a long pause to think about what I'd said she said . "Marion. Yes,
I'd like some hot chocolate. You say my tits are lovely. They aren't
very big. You even commented on their size. I thought guys liked big
breasted women."

I reached down for the thermos. I poured both of us a cup of hot
chocolate. Marion. Two years living next to each other and we were just
learning each other's name. I grinned at the absurdity. I reached over
toward her and passed her a cup. Then I sat back and still grinning said
"I don't even pretend to be an expert on breast size. At a shear guess
I'd say you're probably a B-cup?"

She nodded and said, "Good guess."

I smiled and in a conspiratorial tone said, "Well, I shouldn't do this,
but I will. You've got to promise that you'll never reveal that I've let
you in on a 'guy secret'. Promise?"

She got an amused, exasperated look and intoned, "I promise to never
tell that you've let me know things that only guys are supposed to
know."

"OK! Here it is." I said "Yes, guys look at girls with big breasts, but
that's just because there is a lot more to look at. Call it a better
advertising budget. However, it doesn't matter if the female has tits
like a bad bee sting or Elsie the cow. It doesn't matter if the shape is
globular, pear shaped or cone shaped, firm or droopy. It doesn't matter
if the areola is big, little, light pink or dusky brown. It doesn't
matter if the nipples are pencil eraser sized or smaller or thumb sized
and larger. Just one thing matters to us guys."

I paused and took a large swig of cocoa and then said in a near perfect
imitation of Disney's Goofy, "Can I touch 'em?" and went back to my
normal voice to continue, "That's it. Don't tell anyone I told you."

She started a wonderful laugh that reminded me of silver wind chimes and
then clamped her hand over her mouth. We had been talking fairly low and
I guessed that she didn't want to wake anyone at her house. But to hear
that laugh again I would do anything. Anything!

When she got control she said, "We need to be quiet. Aren't you afraid
that your parents will find us out here? You don't have siblings, right?"

"Nope!", I grinned. "No sibs and my folks have gone off for a second
honeymoon to celebrate their twentieth anniversary. They won't be back
until the Sunday after next. I'm home alone for over a week."

Marion's eyes widened and she said "Maybe we should go into your house
so that we don't wake anyone at my house."

"Ahhhh... sure," I cleverly said. I truly hadn't expected things to move
quite this fast. I picked up my cup and thermos and escorted her to the
door. She started in and I stammered, "Hav.. Have a... have a seat while
I fold these chairs and I'll be right in." I folded the chairs and put
them in the storage shed. I also adjusted my woody to make it easier to
move about and slightly less obvious. When I came into the house she was
sitting on the couch. I went toward the easy chair.

"Why are you distancing yourself from me?", she asked. "Don't you want
to sit next to me?"

"I'm probably trying too hard not to spook you." I replied. "From what
you normally wear and the way your family views sin I just want you to
be comfortable tonight. I can enjoy the view... after all, I like
looking... and maybe later when you trust me a little more then maybe we
can get to _'can I touch 'em'_."

"My family," she snarled, "would think that talking to you in a crowd at
high noon, in the open, fully clothed and even chaperoned would be
contamination. They're soooo 'holier-than-thou' and they're hypocritical
to boot. I'm fourteen and what I know about sex is what I've heard in
the girl's room, and what the school library has on the subject...
almost nothing... and my mom showing me how to use a maxipad and saying
'No girl in our family has ever disgraced the family and don't you be
the first.' That's it. My dad thinks the internet is an evil place and
won't have it in the house. Your comment about girls on the internet
means you know what I'm supposed to look like, but I have no idea,
except for the line drawings in the book at school and a few art books
in the library, what's under your clothes." 

She tossed the towel that she had covering her onto the coffee table and
said "You're seeing me naked, let me see you. Please."

Fair was fair. I doffed my clothes. While I was disrobing I said "As I
said, other than computer images you are the first live girl I've ever
seen in the buff. Us computer geeks don't get much chance to be near
real naked girls." I eventually got down to my BVD's and as I took them
off I said "I'm aroused right now. I've got a hard on, a woody. A guy's
penis isn't always as stiff or as big as this, but I'm in the same room
with a naked lady and I just can't help it." I was still trying not to
spook her.

She grinned and said "I've wondered what made that lump in guy's pants.
Sit down here next to me and we can look at each other closely."

I sat down on the couch near her, but not touching, and we looked at
each other's normally hidden areas.

After a short bit I asked "Ahh... could you, maybe, ahhh, bring your one
foot up on the couch. I can't really see what's hidden in your pubic
hair."

There was that laugh again. Beautiful! She moved her right leg up to the
back of the couch, leaving her left foot on the floor, and she leaned
back against the armrest, displaying her normally hidden charms to my
hungry eyes. I've already described the rest of her body. Her labia were
a pretty pink and were somewhat distended. Truly lovely. I didn't think
it was possible, but I got harder.

"Wow!" she gasped. "That was some reaction. Your... cock... jumped and I
think it got bigger. Did I cause that? Ahhh... to use your phrase... can
I touch it?"

"Yup! All your fault. You can touch me... if I can touch you, too." I
boldly said.

Marion nodded as she scooted nearer to me and took my rod into her hand.
I gasped. Oh, God, that felt good. I reached out and caressed her
breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples. Her turn to gasp, which
quickly changed to a moan. 

"Ohhhh! I've never felt anything like that!" she said with rasping
breath. "Don't stop."

I asked, "You mean you've never touched yourself? Never masturbated?"

"That would be a sin. The sin of Onan!" she replied.

I had read a neat thing on the net and paraphrased it while continuing
to massage her tits. "Ha! That sin just refers to males. 'Spilling his
seed' and girls don't do that. Also Onan wasn't playing with himself. He
was boffing his dead brother's wife and pulled out before cumming in her
because he didn't want to get her pregnant. What the Lord killed Onan
for wasn't that Onan was masturbating and 'spilled his seed', it was
Onan didn't do what He had told him to do, which was 'get the woman
pregnant'. So that argument against masturbation is merely a logical
extension of a false premise."

Marion still held my shaft, but she wasn't moving her hand. She was
really into the feel of my hands on her breasts. I decided to do an all
out fondling of her charms. I said "Let go of me and I'll feel you up.
When two do it to one another it's called foreplay and when done alone
it's masturbation. When I'm done with you then you can do the same to
me. Schooch forward a bit." 

She move her butt closer to the couch edge, letting go of my cock. I
moved one hand off of her nipple and rubbed down her torso using a small
circular motion. I got to her belly button and circled it with a finger
before lightly dipping in. That got a giggle. Not as good as the laugh,
but I liked it. Then I continued the circular massage downward again and
when I palmed her mound she gave a small moan and gasp. I had my palm
over her slit and on all sides of it. I dipped my middle finger into her
and felt her wetness. She was panting. I drew my finger up the length of
her pussy lips and when I got to the top and felt, for the first time
for both of us, that little nub of pure pleasure she gave a wordless cry
of passion. I played with her clit for a few moments until she started
crying "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over. 

I stopped for a moment and positioned myself between her legs and moved
in to be able to taste pussy for the first time. I spread her bush and
then ran my tongue from the now gaping hole of her vagina up to her
engorged clit. I tongue lashed this for a moment and then brought my
nose into contact with it. Oh, she smelled sweet. While nuzzling her
clit with my nose I stuck my tongue into her love tunnel and at that she
almost screamed. I continued this assault and suddenly her hips began to
buck and she said "Oh, God! Stop! I'm gonna pee! Oh, God!!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" and she orgasmed. Her toes curled and her back arched. I
had thought her pussy had been wet, but it was suddenly even wetter as
she continued to gasp out to God.

I gave one last lick and moved up and tongue kissed her, letting her
taste her juices on my tongue. As I gently caressed her breast her eyes
came back into focus and she suddenly grabbed me and hugged me while
returning the kisses I was giving her. 

She sat back and babbled, "Oh! My! God! That was the most incredible
thing I have ever felt. Except for that tongue thing you did I can see
that I could do what you did with your fingers to myself, by myself.
Wow! That was awesome! OK, now tell me what to do to you."

I lay back on the couch with one foot on the floor. I instructed Marion
to take hold of my penis and then pump up and down. At first her hold
was too light and when I told her to use a tighter grip she got too
tight. Eventually I coached her to the optimum grip. Then I told her
that on the down stroke to run her thumb over the head. I was already
way too excited from playing with a real live girl and watching her
orgasm that I knew I wouldn't last long. I decided that I'd get her to
suck me off the next time. From what I'd read on the net I figured that
most girls are curious about that spurt of life stuff. I'd let her see
it this time and then the most of the rest of the time would be hidden
in one orifice or another. I told her to gently play with my balls. She
laughed at the emphasis and said she knew how sensitive that area was.
She touched my ball sack and that did it. Cum everywhere. 

She startled away and I quickly gasped "Don't stop! Milk it!"

She did even better. She dipped her head down and wrapped her lips
around my shaft and swirled her tongue about the head and I continued to
splooge into her mouth until she had sucked me dry. When I stopped
cumming Marion sat up and I could see her swirl my cum around in her
mouth. Then she swallowed it. She hugged me close and kissed me and I
could taste my cum as it mixed with her juices.

She stopped kissing me and said "The girls in the locker room say they
mostly don't like that stuff. It tastes weird, but I think I like it."
She looked at me and said "I thought... I read... guys went soft after
cumming. You're still fairly stiff."

I kissed her and then answered "That's true in a lot of cases, but I'm
fifteen and you're still here naked, and I'm going to be excited for a
long while. Probably until well after you go back to your tent."

"Umm..." she said while blushing, "Could you, would you, make me orgasm
again?" Then she laughed once more. "I see from the way your cock
reacted that the answer is yes." and she started kissing me again.

I kissed right back and massaged her nipples to diamond hardness again.
This time when my one hand started descending I leaned in and sucked on
the abandoned tit. When I got to her mound and started stroking along
the slit Marion went nuts. I poked a finger into her vagina and man was
she tight. I just got in a little way when I ran into an obstruction.
Her cherry... I had thought it was farther in. I didn't go in any more
because I wanted that hymen to be broken the proper way... with my cock.

Her first orgasm had taught her what to expect and what she was feeling
and she was able to be coherent enough this time to get hold of my
manhood and start pumping it. After a short bit of mutual groping she
somehow got us both on the floor and initiated a sixty-nine with her on
top. I was able to tongue lash her clit and also use my hands to keep
her tits stimulated. She was bobbing her head up and down on my shaft
and using her tongue to advantage on the head of my cock. For a while
there was only the inarticulate sounds of shared and mounting passion. 

I paused in my pleasuring her clit and gasped out "I'm gonna cum. Oh,
God! Here it comes." and sent a jet of cum deep down her throat. She
hadn't climaxed yet so while she was sucking me dry I went back to work.
She had just finished milking me when it hit her and she screamed out in
release. She collapsed onto me. Then we rolled apart and kissed, mixing
our juices in a wonderful cocktail. 

When we paused Marion commented "You've lost your hardness. If we
continue kissing will you get hard again? Are we gonna 'do it' tonight?"

I replied "Yeah, I'll get hard again, but... as much as I really want to
do the full sex thing I don't think we should tonight. I don't have any
condoms... something I'll remedy tomorrow morning... and I'm willing to
bet big money, given how conservative your parents are, you aren't on
any kind of contraceptives. I know I don't want to get you pregnant and
I don't think you want to be pregnant either. Maybe we could take a
chance if your menstrual cycle is dead regular and we can figure out if
now is a sorta safe time."

She separated from me and said "You're right. I'm not on the pill or
anything and I really don't want to get pregnant. My cycle varies
wildly. From twenty-six days for the shortest it ever was to
eighty-eight days for the longest. I never know when I'm gonna start.
It's been fun tonight and very educational. Both in sex play and in some
of the things you've said. Thought provoking on a lot of levels."

"You've been a great 'study buddy'" I said. "We've learned a lot of
practical biology together. I hope you camp out tomorrow and come over."

I stood up and offered my hand to help her up. She took it, although at
my question her face had gotten a pained expression. When she was up she
said, "My folks take us to church real early on Sunday, so I'm not
allowed to camp out on Saturday nights. I'll see if I can sneak out
after everyone has gone to sleep."

"Damn! Don't get caught. I wouldn't want you to be punished, grounded or
anything like that." I paused and then asked "Ahhh... one thing before
you leave. I'd really like... Ahhh... Could you maybe feed my perversion
and allow me to take some pictures of you?"

Marion gave me a studied look, laughed that beautiful laugh and then
replied "You are a voyeur, aren't you? I don't want the local photo shop
place or the drugstore to see me nude. That wouldn't be cool."

I smiled and said "No problem! I'm all digital. No one will see the
pictures I take except for us two."

She thought for a moment and then nodded and said, "OK. I'll model for
you. But you'll have to coach me. I really don't know anything about
naked pictures. That's... pornography... isn't it?"

"Yup!" I replied. "And to make it even worse, since you're fourteen it's
kiddie porn, which is very illegal!"

I went and got my camera and for the next hour coached Marion on the
poses I'd always liked out on the net and snapped many dozens of
pictures. In the family room on the couch and floor, in the computer
room sitting in the computer chair, in the kitchen on the counters and
table and finished up with shots on the dining room table. Twice during
that hour I fingered and licked her to orgasm and got some shots of that
too. A couple times I set the camera up for auto-shoot and once even
gave her the camera to shoot me while I was eating her out. With all the
posed shots I also took close ups of her face, tits, pussy and ass.
After her second orgasm she sucked me to a world altering climax of my
own. I took pictures of her with my cock in her mouth.

After that we parted for the night and she went back to her tent and I
went to bed.


*=*=*=* Saturday - Day 2 *=*=*=*

I woke the next morning, wacked off to last night's memories, and fixed
breakfast for myself. Then I got on the internet and looked up a
Consumer's Report on condoms. Yup, I'm a geek. I figured I didn't want
the desensitizing lube so I was left with four kinds that rated the
highest. I got dressed and walked to the bus stop. I got on the first
one that came along. I rode it for about a half hour until well out of
my immediate neighborhood and got off at a shopping center. I went into
the pharmacy there and looked for the condoms. I found three of the four
brands and types I was looking for. I bought a thirty-six pack. Wishful
thinking perhaps, but there were eight nights before my parents got
back. Even if I didn't use them all in that time period I knew... I
hoped... that Marion and I would find ways to be together in the future.
I caught another bus back to my neighborhood.

When I got home I made lunch and ate. I got on my computer and made an
album of the photos that I had of Marion, including a dated walkabout
movie section. I came twice while working on the album. Doing that made
me think about the condoms and for the second bout a tried it with a
condom. While I'm glad I did that for the practice of putting it on I
had to take it off to get the job done. It didn't allow much friction
between hand and cock, though I knew that with a well lubed girl it
would be different.

One thing I noticed in the pictures of Marion in my room and the kitchen
was the clutter. A lot of the things I'd read on the net mentioned how
special the first time is to a girl. If we did 'do it' tonight my room
just wasn't very romantic. Well, even if I cleaned it up it wouldn't be
romantic, but at least it wouldn't be a messy memory. 

I picked up clothes and either hung them in the closet if clean or
dumped them down the laundry chute to wash later. I straightened the CD
cases and books next to my computer and generally tidied up around it. I
picked stuff up off the floor and found places to put things, usually
somewhere that Mom had already designated as the place to put 'that'. I
even vacuumed! 

I eventually got hungry and fixed myself a big dinner. Then I did the
dishes and straightened up any mess that had occurred since my folks
left. Then I did something I hadn't done in years. I took a nap. Just
for a hour and a quarter, but I knew it would help me later, if Marion
could sneak over. 

When I woke up I optimistically striped off the top sheet and went to
the linen closet and got the oldest set of sheets I could find and a
half dozen old towels. I double layered the towels and put them under
the sheet at about butt point. If there was much blood tonight I didn't
want any evidence around. I could toss out what I had put down, if I
couldn't wash it, and mom might never notice. I put the top sheet and
bed spread on and the folded them into a foot wide bundle at the foot of
my bed.

After setting up the bed I spent some time selecting the music for
tonight. I thought my favorite German technorock might be just a bit too
much and finally decided to go the other direction and went with light
classical. I set up my CD player with five CDs and set it to cycle
though and repeat. Once that was set up I continued my cleaning frenzy.

About ten I had a thought and got out two spare vidcams. I set them up
focused on my bed from the right and left sides looking toward the head
board. I reset the vidfile creation program to a higher resolution and
to accept the two bed feeds. I set it so one touch would start
recording. With the drive I have I could get almost a eight hours
recorded, more than enough. 

I looked at the room. It was clean, but what if Marion wanted less than
reading level lighting. I turned off all of the lights and looked at the
dark monitor. I turned on the light in my closet. A little better, you
could just make out a bed. I turned on the hall and bathroom lights.
Almost. I went downstairs and got a package of a dozen votive candles. I
knew I could replace these from almost anywhere. Back to my room and
placed the candles around as close to the bed as I could. I used our BBQ
lighter and waited for a couple minutes for the flames to steady. Yes!
There was color and contrast. As a last thought I replaced the bulb in
my night stand lamp with the smallest wattage I could find that fit. I
played with the resolution and decided that it really didn't matter that
much, so I went with the higher res. Then blew out the candles and
turned on the lights and settled in to a computer game.

Just after midnight my backyard alarm went off. I switched to the video
feed and saw Marion heading for our side door. I quickly went downstairs
and was at the door when Marion knocked.

She started doffing her clothes as she came in. I grinned and stripped,
too. I went to her and hugged her tight which was returned with a kiss
as interest. We hugged and kissed for a few moments and then I had this
sudden feeling of guilt wash over me. 

I stepped back to arms' length while holding her shoulders. I looked her
directly in her eyes and said "I am a real, live, absolute piece of
scum!"

Marion got a startled questioning look and said, while trying to get
closer to me, "No you're not. I want to do this, too."

"You don't understand." I replied, fending her off. "I have no problem
with both of us wanting to lose our virginities." I sighed, "I wasn't
going to tell you, but I just realized that I've got to tell you... I've
set up a couple of vidcams in my bedroom and I was going to record this
night with you. You wouldn't have known and I would have files that I
could look at forever." Marion's face had a strange expression of
curiosity and amusement. "When we met yesterday you accused me of being
a voyeuristic pervert. Yup! I proved it by taking all those pictures of
you last night, and now tonight I was really going to confirm that first
impression, even if you wouldn't have known about it. But I can't be
that pervert and still expect you to be more than a summer, or this
week, fling. I want you as a friend and friends don't hide important
things from friends."

Silver wind chime laughter. When I looked the question at her she said,
"Before we did anything important tonight I was going to ask to see the
pictures you've already taken of me. Both the backyard and all the ones
from around the house. Then, if I thought you have an artist's eye, I
was going to ask that you set up to record us tonight. Remember, I'm an
exhibitionist. I want to be friends with you, too. Great minds, same
gutter." More laughter.

I grinned and laughingly said "Get out of the gutter, you're blocking my
snorkel." which produced another gale of lovely laughter.

I shook my head and sighed and said, "You have a beautiful laugh. One of
my first conscious thoughts about you as a person, and not as this nude
dryad, was that I would do almost anything to hear you laugh. Silver
wind chimes. Wow! Let's go up to my room and I'll show you your
pictures." 

"Awww! That's sweet." she thanked me for the truthful comment and gently
kissed me. 

Then we went upstairs. I brought up the files, both movie and still, and
showed her what I had. She made comments like 'Oh, that can't be me. I'm
not that pretty.', 'That's a nice shot', 'the movies are kinda boring,
just me walking in and out of the tent.' and the like. She especially
liked the one taken yesterday of offering herself to the rain. The ones
around the house and of our oral sex she didn't comment on too much.

"You're good. You could be a pro someday. How many vidcams do you have?"
she eventually asked.

"I have eight vidcams, but the software I use can only handle up to six.
At the resolution I used for the tent shots I can record over a day and
a half on the unused space available on this hard drive. I had these two
cams set up for even better resolution, so if I set up all six I can
record about... ahhh... two and a half hours. It won't be digital camera
quality, but it will be very good"

That laugh again. Marion said, "That should be more than enough,
considering how many times we came last night. That and I really should
get some sleep tonight, since I'll get woken up tomorrow at seven. I
probably should get back to my bed by threeish."

"I'll set things up." I laughed. "You get on the bed so I can aim these
things correctly. Put your butt on that little lump under the sheet."
   
So for the next few minutes I set up the cams. Feeds one and two were
the two that I had set earlier, but I focused them better. Feed three
was from the middle foot of the bed and four was the middle head board.
Feed five I put up on my room light looking down at the bed. Feed six
was a pure side shot. In addition to the vidcam program I set up two
countdown alarms. One was for two and a quarter hours and the other was
for two and a half hours.

By this time I had lost my hardon, but knew that wouldn't be a problem.

I asked, "Do you want a lower light level? I can still record if I turn
off the overhead and use side lighting."

"Try it," she replied. 

I repeated the setup I'd tested and then also turned the study lamp at
my computer desk. I aimed it at the wall for bounce light. We both
looked at the monitor and the different angles and were satisfied with
the light levels.

However, I had another thought and told Marion, "Ya know, we could do a
full production number here. Why don't you go get your clothes on and
I'll get dressed, too. Then we can do a full slow undress while making
out. Then foreplay to orgasm and then... then go with the flow. Do it.
What do you think?"

An impish grin, a quick "Neat idea!", and she was heading for the door
and downstairs. I followed and got my clothes and dressed. I didn't
bother with the shoes, but did put my socks on. As I helped Marion dress
I started laughing. She looked at me quizzically.

"The usual guy thing is figuring how to undress a girl", I said. "Here I
am with the my first bra puzzle and I'm figuring out how it goes on.
Well, I guess that will help in a few minutes when I'm reversing this
process." Laughter to die for. Her dress was a simple pull over and she
also was only wearing socks.

I hugged and kissed her, laughed and said, "That was the usual first
kiss. Fully clothed." Laughing we went upstairs. I stopped us out of
range of the cameras and said "From this moment ignore the cams. Don't
ask to see the recordings until you're ready to leave. OK?" She nodded
and I started the two timers and then triggered the recording. I waited
for a moment for things to get started and then said "Ah, dearest, come
join me on my bed."

She picked up on the cue and replied, "Oh, I don't know. I've never done
this before. I really shouldn't."

"It'll be fun, Marion!" I said as I took her hand and led her to the
bed. 

I sat down and she sat next to me and then I kissed her. 

"Oh, Mark!" she sighed, "I feel all goosebumpy."

We played tonsil hockey for a bit and my hands started roving. I
massaged her breast area and she moaned. My hand continued down her
flank and down onto her leg. We continued kissing and I inched her dress
up until I had the hem. I brought my other hand down and pulled her
dress off in one semi-smooth move. She helped a bit by raising her butt.

"Oh!" she exclaimed and I kissed her again and went back to massaging
her breasts through her bra. She melted into my arms. We continued
kissing and suddenly my t-shirt came off.

"Oh, yes, Marion! Let me get your bra." I said and turned her slightly
to unclasp her. The bra came off and we went back to making out. I felt
her fumbling my belt and said "Just push. I'm thin enough." She got her
thumbs into both sides of the jeans and pushed down. She had also gotten
my shorts, so they came off, too. I was nude (except for the socks) and
she was in panties and socks. A couple more kisses and the panties went
away in their turn. She broke free a moment and bent over and grabbed
both socks and she was totally nude. I did the same trick and then we
got into a serious grope session. 

I asked later, and Marion said she had forgotten the cams about the time
her bra came off. I had ceased to be conscious of them as her dress
went.

I was fingering her and she was giving me a hand job. She had remembered
all her lessons from last night. I was really excited so it wasn't long
until I panted "I'm gonna cum." Marion instantly went from hand job to
blowjob. She bobbed her head up and down tonguing the head as she had
last night. I quickly lost it and grabbed her head and shouted "Yeah!
Suck it all, baby!" She bobbed a few more times to completely milk me
and then came up and stuck her tongue way out showing me (and the cams)
the pool of cum and then she swallowed the lot. 

We kissed and I kissed all the way down and got off the bed on cam six
side between her legs. I began eating her out and got my nose on her
clit and nuzzled her while sticking my tongue into her open and ready
pussy. She lost it and went into a series of "Oh! God!" screams. As I
continued kissing and sucking her cunt and nuzzling her clit I
rehardened while hearing her cries of joy. I kept eating her out until
she orgasmed with a mighty prayer to God. Dear Lord, was she wet.

I moved her around unto the bed and I had just enough rational thought
left to grab a condom from the night stand. I put it on my steel hard
shaft as I got between her legs. I positioned myself and got her legs up
on my upper arms. I moved in until my cock was at the gates of heaven
and then started in. 

"OK, are you sure?" I asked.

She moaned and gasped out "Oh, yes! Do it!"

She gasped as the first inch went in and then started moaning "Oh, it
hurts! More! Keep going, don't stop. Harder!! Ow! Deeper! Ow! Yes! Yes!
Ouch! Yes!" and a final scream of "Aaahhhhhhh!!!" as I broke through her
cherry. At the yelp I thrust all the way home, burying myself to the
hilt into her and then held position to let her get used to the
unfamiliar intrusion into her love tunnel. I kissed her and massaged her
nipples until her hips started moving and then I began to slowly pull
almost out and then thrust back in. 

Soon Marion was chanting to God and me. "Oh, God! Oh, Mark! Faster!
Harder! Oh! My! God! Oh, Mark! Lover! OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod!" A
constant stream of words and then it changed to complete gibber. Her
vagina walls spasmed around my penis and that was it for both of us. She
arched her back and orgasmed. I felt myself boiling over and drove into
her as deep as I could before I had a toe curling climax of my own,
letting loose a flood of cum. 

We held each other, still linked, until Marion lowered her legs from my
arms. I kissed her and then withdrew and rolled off of her. I bent down
to view the damage I had done. There was actually very little bleeding.
I kissed it to make it better.

"I hope I didn't hurt you, Marion." I said, enfolding her into my arms,
"I hear that the first time's the worst. It will get even better."

"Mark, at the start I was really high from you licking me and then...
Oh! It hurt, but I think you were as gentle as possible. Then it
changed. The pain became pleasure and you were wonderful. Wow! We're not
virgins any more. What's that phrase they use at school? Oh, yeah... we
are 'sexually active'!! I loved every moment of the activation. Even the
pain was a good pain, if you can understand that."

I kissed her in answer, hugging her close. I told her "Keep your legs
spread while I get a warm wash cloth."

I went to the bathroom and got a wash cloth soaked with hot water. I
dumped the bloody condom in the trash and went back to the bedroom. I
lovingly cleaned her mons and slit and then washed my own slowly
rehardening rod. There was blood at its base. I decided that for a bit,
just snuggling would be a better choice. I'd let her set the pace. After
a while of just companionably holding each other and soft, undemanding
kisses Marion reached down and got my joy stick in her hand. I had lost
some hardness during the cuddle, but was nowhere near soft. 

Marion gently pushed me down on the bed and reached over to the night
stand a snagged another condom. She stroked me a couple times and then
kissed the head of my dick, bringing it to full hardness. She took the
condom, opened it and rolled it onto me. Then she straddled me in an
almost flying mount, still holding the shaft. She positioned herself and
dropped her hips taking the full length into her. My view from the
pillow was awesome. My shaft was pumping into her as she bounced up and
down. I reached out and felt her tits and she just bounced faster. The
sight of my shaft pounding into her was massively erotic. After a while
she started calling out to God and me and I moved my right hand down to
her clit. She reacted as if I had touched her with a high voltage line.
She screamed and her vagina clinched down on me. I yelled and cummed
into her as she orgasmed. She leaned down, with me still in her, and lay
on me.

"Oh, God, Marion! That was awesome." I gasped. 

We hugged and kissed for a bit and then Marion rolled off of me and gave
a deep sigh. Marion leaned up on her elbow and said, "Mark, that was
even more wonderful. You're so great. Oh, I'm glad we started doing
this. It's sooooo much fun!. Wow! You're still pretty hard." She reached
out and caressed my half hard cock and it just sprang to full attention.
"What do you want to do now?"

"Yeah," I replied, "watching my dick slide in and out of you was a real
turn on. I think I'd like to try doing it doggie style, if that's OK
with you." As I was saying this I dropped the used condom into my
bedside trash can.

"Doggie style?" She asked.

"That's from behind." I replied. "You kneel, butt up and head on the
pillow and I get behind you and put my dick into you and do it that way.
Most of the mammals on the planet do it like that. Humans are weird with
the face to face sex."

It wasn't a full laugh... more of a nervous giggle, but it was still
musical. I grabbed the pillow and put it on the edge of the bed so she
would be facing camera six. She got into position and I got behind her.
I told her to angle her legs out a bit and she did. I got another condom
on and then got closer and rubbed my cock along her slit which was
already slippery with our mutual juices. I grabbed her hips just slammed
it in. She gave an "OH!" of surprise and I held her tight and proceeded
to pound away. Once we had a rhythm established I reached forward and
began massaging her tits. 

Marion was almost gibbering "Oh, God! Oh, Mark! Harder!! It's going so
deep! Oh, God!" I felt her vaginal walls clinch as she orgasmed, but
since I had already came three times I wasn't ready yet. I kept pounding
away. I felt her spasm yet again and then I started to feel the build up
to release. I moved a hand from Marion's tit and slid it down to her
clit. Once again she reacted with an orgasm and as I started cumming I
once again grabbed her hips and thrust into her as far as I could get
and pushed every last drop into her. Once the crest was over I dropped
back on my heels, disconnecting from the most wonderful girl in the
world. Panting, I striped the condom off and put it with it's mate.
Reaching out I hugged Marion and tenderly kissed her. She was still in
the post-orgasm come down and could only say my name and kiss me back. 

After a few minutes she murmured "I don't know which way I prefer. They
all were so much fun."

We held each other a bit more and then I said, "I'd like to examine you.
I want to have a close up view of every part of your body. I want to
touch you and caress you. Lay back." Marion laughed her wind chime laugh
and lay back on the bed. I lay next to her and tenderly took her head in
my hands and looked deep into her eyes. Then I softly kissed her. Then I
took her right hand in mine and closely examined it and then kissed my
way up her arm from her fingertips.

I paused at her shoulder and looked at her perky B-cup breasts with
their quarter dollar sized, dusky aureoles and pencil eraser sized
nipples. I leaned in and kissed across her breasts, tickling her nipples
with my tongue. Marion felt the warmth of passion starting to build. I
went across both of her small breasts and then kissed my way down her
left arm to her fingers. 

I then moved down to her feet and took her right foot into my hands and
kissed and sucked her toes. I hit a very ticklish spot in the arch of
her foot and she jerked and I laughed an apology. Leaving her right foot
I caressed her left foot, which was also ticklish. Then I kissed my way
up her leg to almost her pussy. I went back to the right leg and kissed
it also. When I got to the top of her leg I lightly pressured her legs
apart, giving me full access.

My touch on her pussy was feather light, but Marion felt as if an
electric shock once again had jolted it's way from her mound to her
brain. I lightly probed her sopping vagina with a finger. I had read on
the internet that if you inserted your middle finger, palm up, and
curled it just so, you would feel a little hollow spot in the vagina
that was really sensitive. The g-spot it was called. When I curled my
finger I felt the spot and Marion gasped and started a series of "Yes!!
Yes!!! Oh, God! Yes!!!" exclamations. With my finger still embedded I
leaned in and caught her clit in my lips. That did it! Marion orgasmed.
I kept up the gentle pressure on the g-spot and clit and almost
immediately Marion orgasmed again. 

I had gotten hard again during this examination. I stopped for a moment
and quickly put on another condom. I positioned myself at Marion's
waiting cunt and thrust in. She hugged me to her and wrapped her legs
around me. I supported myself on my hands to avoid crushing her and
tried to keep my strokes long and slow, withdrawing almost to the end
and driving back in as far as I could, as slow as I could. Marion was
again screaming out to me and God and she orgasmed while I continued to
plunge into her. Soon enough I felt myself making ever shorter thrusts
and trying to bury myself even deeper into Marion's eager pleasure
center. Marion orgasmed again and that drove me over the edge and my cum
exploded from my driving shaft. I kept thrusting until I was completely
milked of cum. When I finally stopped I gazed with adoring eyes into
Marion's rapt face. I leaned in and kissed her and she kissed me back
fiercely. Another few moments and we broke apart once again.

This time it was me laying there and panting "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh,
Marion that was great!" She was kissing and feeling me when I heard a
dog give two sharp barks. My alarm program. I let her continue a couple
of minutes and then said "Oh, Marion. We've got to stop now. I'm not
sure if I could do it again. You need to get back home and we better
shower to get the sex smell off of you. It's a wonderfully heady musk. I
love it, but your folks might notice." 

She looked sad, but acquiesced and said "Yeah, that would be bad. Let's
shower together." As we left the room I put the recording on hold.

Showering was slippery fun in the very hot water we both enjoyed. I felt
her up to yet another orgasm. I commented, after she gathered herself,
that we would have to do the shower scene again at a later date and
record it. She laughed and agreed. As we went back into my room I
started recording again. I helped her dress amid a flurry of kisses and
then put on my pants and escorted her from the room. Once again I
stopped the recording. 

"I know its late", Marion said, "and we can't really watch the whole
thing, but can you show me our first time?"

"Shure!", I replied and brought up my film editing program. I set it to
show all six cameras and started the recordings. There we were. Walking
into the room and undressing each other. The grope session and then it
was the main event. As I watched, I was sort of tagging which camera I'd
use as the best view. When the deflowering moment went by Marion asked
if I could do a slo-mo like on the sports channel. I backed the
recording up and set it for the slowest I could get and started it
again. After a bit she kissed me and thanked me for the pictures and
said she couldn't wait until the next time. Then she went home.

I and went back to my room. When I lay down I noticed the sheets were
wet and sticky. Oops! The famous, or infamous, 'wet spot'. I got up,
really looked at the sheets and decided I'd better at least pre-treat
the stains. I striped the bed and took them down to the laundry room and
followed the pre-treat instructions. Got some new sheets, made my bed
and then crashed.


*=*=*=* Sunday - Day 3 *=*=*=*

Waking up was a pain... literally. I figured it out quickly. I had done
a bunch of unfamiliar exercise last night and my muscles didn't like me.
I'm glad we had showered, as that undoubtedly helped relax us and stave
off the worst of the muscle ache. I hoped that Marion was OK and that
her parents didn't notice if she was taking it slow. I showered again,
decided to skip getting dressed, and went down for breakfast and some
'vitamin I'. That's what my Dad called ibuprofen since he takes a lot of
it for his arthritis. Back downstairs to hit the sheets and towels with
more pre-treat and get the laundry started.

I had decided to stay nude because I knew that while working on the
video of our first night I'd want to jerk off, and since no one was
around I didn't have to be ready to pull up my pants. For the next nine
hours I watched, edited, jerked off, composed, and created a video of
two teens having a lot of sex. I was so focused that I missed lunch.
From the beginning of the recording to the end I had two hours and
forty-one minutes of video to play with from each of the six cams.
Marion had orgasmed nine times on camera, ten counting her orgasm in the
shower, and I had shot my wad five times. Eventually, after five days of
editing and some additional recording (the shower scene and some
closeups), the final cut was three hours and twenty-two minutes long. I
had liked Marion's suggestion of slo-mo and had incorporated it. This
first editing session was mainly our entry into the room, the first
foreplay and the deflowering.

My stomach eventually let me know that it wanted fed. I did a quick
scout through the house straightening up any mess I found and then an
hour long nap. At ten o'clock my backyard alarm went off and I watched
Marion go into her tent. As she was zipping the door she looked right at
my vidcam and grinned. I set my countdown clock for four hours. At
eleven thirty she came out of the tent, nude, and headed for my door. I
triggered the countdown, grabbed a condom and hurried downstairs to
greet her.

The door was barely shut when we were in each other's arms. Marion had
my cock and I was feeling her tits. As we caressed we went down to the
carpet. As we lay down my hand drifted to her pussy and I found that she
was sopping wet. I was hard from watching our video and she must have
spent the last hour or so feeling herself up. We were both very ready.
As my finger went into her she spread her legs wide and I got between
them. With a last bit of sanity I got the condom on, lined up and thrust
in. For the next while there was only the sounds of sex and Marion
crying out to God and me. She must have climaxed twice before I finally
thrust into her as far as I could go and exploded deep within her. As I
was cumming she orgasmed again.

Quite a bit later, when we had separated and were cuddling close
together I asked, "How did you feel this morning? I was stiff, pardon
the pun, from the exercise we did last night."

She laughed and replied, "I've done new exercise routines before and
figured I'd wake up a bit stiff. I did some exercises before going to
bed and the morning wasn't too bad. Did you go straight to bed after I
left?"

"Nope," I replied, "I had to change the bed sheets and get them ready
for the laundry."

"That probably helped in the morning." she said. "I know the shower we
took last night helped and I took another before going to church."

"Yeah," I said, "That was the first thing I did also. Do you want to
stay here or go up to my room again?"

Laughter. "Your room, please. This floor, even carpeted, is pretty hard.
I liked last night in your bed." She paused. "Your folks are gone. You
wanna do it on their bed.?"

I grimaced and said, "The reason my folks left me alone, instead of
dropping me off with a relative, was that I mostly obey the rules they
set me. One of the things I promised to not do while they were gone was
go into their room. If we went in there I would be breaking my word and
I really don't want to do that. If you want someplace different from my
bed there's the couch here and in the living room or we could go to your
tent. But not my folks room. Sorry."

Marion tilted her head and regarded me. "You really like your mom and
dad, don't you?"

"Of course!" I answered. "They're good people and allow me enough
freedom to let me do things I want to try and enough framework to keep
me from going too wrong. They try to protect me, but also allow me to
make mistakes, because that's the way you really learn."

Marion shook her head and said "That's neat. I wish I could say the
same. I don't hate my folks, but I don't love them either." She gave a
big sigh which did nice things for her chest and continued, "Ah, well.
We've got to go to your room anyway, since I want to see what you've
done with the recording so far."

One of my Dad's favorite quotes is 'Never ask a question that you really
don't want to hear the answer to.' I really had no need to know what she
meant by what she had just said. "Shure. I've edited up to when I left
the room to get the wash cloth. You can watch and offer suggestions to
make it better." 

With a very smooth, graceful and athletic move Marion was on her feet
and offering a hand up. I took it and was a bit startled at the ease at
which she drew me up. We went up to my room and sat down at the
computer. I started my edited video and we watched ourselves lose our
virginities. I noticed that while I was playing with the mouse Marion
was playing with her tits. At the end of my composite she grabbed my
head and we got into a huge liplock. When we broke apart we both stood
and went to my bed.

Marion grabbed a condom on her way by my night stand and when I got on
the bed she put it on my ready shaft. Then she straddled me and guided
my prong into her slippery slit. She was really into it and was bouncing
up and down on me. I watched the erotic display for a moment and then
reached out and got my camera from the stand. I had already set it up as
a video camera, so there was no fumbling to get some closeup shots of
cock in cunt action. Shooting one handed I reached out and started
feeling up her clit. She bounced faster. After a short bit of recording
I set the camera aside and reached out to play with her nipples. Another
speed up. Marion started her litany again and I felt myself building to
release. She gave a final scream and her vaginal walls clamped down on
me and I let loose into her. Marion collapsed down onto my chest and we
just lay there in the aftershock of our joining. 

After a couple of minutes of silence, as we came back to this world, she
whispered, "Oh, it just gets better. Every time we do it is better than
the last. Oh, Mark, I love you!"

"I love you, too, Marion." I echoed without a moment's hesitation. I
knew that declaring love was something that guys should be leery of, but
what else are you going to say to a girl you've just balled and are
still plugged into? For whatever reason, my cock thought it was a great
idea to reharden. Not that it had lost much hardness anyway, but enough
that Marion felt the difference. 

"Oh!! Yes, again!" she squealed. 

I had enough sense left to say, "Condoms are a one use item. We've got
to separate to put on another one."

"Oh, yeah." was her reply as she rolled off of me toward the night
stand. While she was grabbing a new rubber I stripped off the used one
and dropped it by the side of the bed. The trash was on the side near
the night stand. I gave a quick pull on my cock to move any trace semen
toward the head. As Marion rolled back toward me she saw what I was
doing and correctly interpreted it. She knelt at my side, dipped her
head to my rod and engulfed me, sealing her lips and cleaning me on the
up stroke. Then she put the condom on and spun in place, laughed that
wonderful laugh, put her head down and butt up, wiggled it and barked,
"Arf!!"

I laughed and quickly got behind her and slammed into her waiting love
canal. I gripped her hips and thrust forward while pulling her toward
me. In minutes she had an orgasm. It hit her so fast and hard that she
didn't have a chance to call on me and God. Just a scream and than
almost immediately another. And another. I lost count at that point
because with her vagina spasming almost continually I reached the point
of no return and thrust into her as deep as I could and blew off. I
actually saw stars as my vision went dim. 

We collapsed across the bed, separating, turned toward one another and
went into a soul binding hug. Kisses followed. We slowed to gentle
kisses and soft murmurings and then just lay there cuddling. I
eventually noticed that we were drifting toward sleep. 

I fought my way back to consciousness and said, "We can't go to sleep!
We might sleep too long and you'd get in trouble. Gotta wake up." I sat
up and took the opportunity to remove the condom.

"Oh, God, yes!" Marion gasped. "That would be a disaster!"

We both stood up and I got the other condom and put both in the trash. 

Marion had also gotten out of bed and moved toward one of the computer
chairs. She said "That was intense! If we had fallen asleep we would
have been out until noon! My parents would have had a cow! But, ya know,
if that had happened, and they grounded me forever, I can honestly say
that it would have almost been worth it. I never felt anything like
that! When we finished there I could have died and been the happiest
woman on Earth. Oh, Mark! You are soooo good!"

"Thankee, ma'am!" I replied. "The French call the orgasm 'la petite
mort', the little death. While you were chain orgasming I felt like I'd
died and gone to heaven. I'm not sure, but I think that if there was
another notch up the scale we might actually die. Intense is just the
word. Along with awesome, amazing, sensational, and stunning. You are my
muse, challenging me to be the best I can be for you." 

As I sat down in another computer chair I drew my finger tips along her
jaw line, down her throat and across her nipple. I turned toward the
computer, not knowing what else to do.

"And I want to do whatever makes you happiest." she quietly said. Then
in a quick mood shift she got a puzzled look and continued "On Friday,
when we met, you mentioned seeing girls on the internet. I've been
modeling for you and I have an idea of the poses, but are there pictures
of guys, too?"

"I've seen some sites with just guys," I replied, "but since that's not
the way I lean I really haven't looked for those sites, just stumbled
across them. Most of the guys I've seen have been having sex with the
women they're with. Ha! When my Mom caught me looking at porn on the net
she told me that most hardcore porn sites bear only a passing
resemblance to reality. Most women don't shave their pussies, most sex
is either a variation of missionary or doggy. Stuff like that."

Marion had gotten a shocked look as I said that. "You mean that your mom
knows you look at porn and you still have a computer in your room?
Doesn't she care?!?" she exclaimed.

I laughed and answered, "She cares. Mom... and Dad... are realists and
know that while they can slow me down I'm smart enough and computer
savvy enough to get past most of the parental controls available.
Putting me on my honor to keep my wandering on the net for naked women
to only a sometime thing means that I... not them... restrict myself to
no more than two or three hours a week. That means I have about
seventeen to twenty-five minutes a day or longer if I skip days. I
usually do about an hour of porn surf on Friday and Saturday nights.
Editing our recording eight hours a day actually is bending my own rule,
but that recording isn't... and will never be... on the net."

"Oops! I hadn't thought of that." Her face had an interesting panicked
look. "You've impressed me as a guy who keeps his word. Promise me that,
no matter what, you'll never put pictures of me out on the internet or
anywhere else that anyone might see them."

I put my hands on her shoulders, looked her straight in the eyes and
intoned "I give you my word of honor, before you and God, that I will
never put any picture that I take, or have, of you in any place that
other people besides the two of us might see you, unless you give me
your permission to do so." 

I paused, lowered my hands and continued, "I put that last there so that
if I take an innocent picture of you, or you give me a school photo, I
can display it if you tell me I can." Another pause. "Actually, any nude
picture I take of you until after you turn eighteen is considered
kiddie-porn and can get me put in jail. Juvie now, but I still don't
want to go there, so you're pretty safe, even if you didn't have my word
that it won't happen. Oh, one caveat. I'm going to have our photos and
recordings on this computer. I've password protected the directory and
subdirectories and taken some other precautions as well, but Murphy's
Law says that whatever can go wrong, will. My parents leave my computer
alone, but if anyone accidentally sees those pics I will not have
deliberately caused that to happen. I give you my word on that, also.
You good with that?"

"Yes." she replied. "I trust you. You've been the sane one of us two. I
might not have thought of birth control that first night. You did. I was
dropping off to sleep in your arms tonight. You got us up. You gave me
your word... and set it so that I have control of who sees the pictures.
There was enough wiggle room in that promise to make me totally believe
you. If you hadn't added that permission thing, and told me about the
off chance on this computer, I might have not been certain. But with
those... I've got no problems." She laughed and said, "Now show me porn
on the net, especially guys. Remember, while you have comparisons of
what girls look like I don't have that database for guys."

I laughed, turned, fired up my browser and dropped into the lower
reaches of the net. For the next hour I wandered about, carefully
staying away from the nastier sites. I searched for and found guy pics,
mostly on gay sites, and I showed Marion pics and clips of people
engaged in sex. I repeated my mom's comment about the relative lack of
pubic hair and the way sex was done on a few sites. She said that we
should try some of the positions sometime. Anal intercourse got a
"Ewww!" from her and a light bondage site made her look thoughtful, with
no comment.

She was as appalled at the guys who were hung like horses as I was at
the women who had tits that would make a cow proud. Since I had been
looking at porn for about a year and a half I had a good opinion about
the type of girl that interested me. Marion fit my ideal pretty well.
Maybe her bust line could be a bit bigger, but she was still young.
Having looked at her mother the last couple of days I felt that bust
development would come in its own good time. Her mom appeared to have
the average female bust line.

I remembered a site that I had wandered through and went there. It was a
medical site devoted to females and had a ton of information about how
the female body worked and some of the problems that were uniquely
feminine. I went to a page that had data on mensuration. I pointed out
to Marion that an irregular period like hers was not normal and also
pointed out that birth control pills were usually prescribed to correct
the situation. 

She got a happy look and said "When my next period hits I think I'm
going to exaggerate how much the cramps hurt. They hurt, but I'll make
mom think I'm dying. I'll get her to take me to a doctor and maybe I'll
be able to get on the pill. Then we won't have to worry about having a
condom available."

"Yeah, that would be great! Just remember when you see the doc to have
your mom in the waiting room. The doc will know that you've become
sexually active and I assume you don't want your mom to know." I
grinned. "Hmmm... how long ago was your last period?"

"It was forty-four days ago." she answered. "I've been hoping the last
couple of days that the next one holds off until after your folks get
back."

I popped 'sex during mensuration' to google and then started looking at
the sites. 

She considered the answers and said "Well, they say it's safe, but while
they don't say anything about it, its gotta be messy. Even messier than
deflowering. I just hope that it holds off for now." Another thoughtful
look and she said, "I wish my folks would allow the internet. I think
its amazing how I can pose a question and you can so quickly find the
answer. The library really doesn't have much about... female problems.
God, I wish I had your parents! They let you do all sorts of things my
parents find so wrong."

I knew I should keep quiet, but my mouth decided to lead a life of its
own, "All parents raise their kids in the manner they see is best. Some,
like mine, are fairly lenient, while others, like yours, are sorta
strict. We're one sigma off the average on the bell curve. Then there
are others who fall way out of the curve, from not giving a damn about
their kids to outright abuse. I've not seen any bruises on you and your
folks do let you sleep in the back yard. From what you've said about
them I would have expected that to never have happened. How did you
convince them that you could sleep alone outdoors?"

She had clouded up during my comment, but the last question distracted
her. "I nagged them to acceptance. I just wouldn't let go. I wore them
down. I worked on that tent setup for three months. After agreeing to
the tent they tried to get Naomi, my little sister, to sleep out with
me. Both of us pitched a fit. She likes her bed and I wanted to be
alone." 

She gave a big sigh. "Yeah, I know they love us, but it's all black and
white to them, no grey. If a thing doesn't fit in with their world
outlook... it's evil. If a person doesn't belong to their church... or
their political party... or has a different outlook on life... that
person is evil and is going to hell. Dad does his job and then comes
home and tells us of the evil he has seen that day. Never any good word.
My grandparents on both sides are dead. Mom was an only child and the
only other relative I know anything about I've never met. Dad hasn't
spoken to his brother for over thirty years because his brother married
a Vietnamese girl while he was over there. Dad calls her a whore."

What's your uncle's name?" I broke in to the torrent.

"Steve." She replied.

"Know anything else?" I asked. "Middle name, state, anything?"

"We get a Christmas card every year that I assume is from him," she
said. "but mom generally intercepts it and tears it up. A couple years
ago I found a piece of ripped envelope, part of a card still in it,
postmarked from somewhere in New York."

I had gone to a phone lookup site. I typed in Steve Hollister, New York
and hit the button. There were a few. I turned to Marion and said, "One
of those may be your uncle. And before you ask, no you can't use our
phone to make a long distance call. My folk would notice that. Besides
they're probably asleep in New York."

Marion had sparked up when I had pulled up the list, then pouted. I
don't have any sisters, but I've a lot of girl cousins who I have seen
twist their dads around their little fingers. That pout was at lease a
nine on a scale of ten. My first reaction was to want to help this
obviously in distress nude girl, but fortunately my guard dog barked at
that moment. I looked at the computer and fairly stupidly said, "Oh,
look at the time. It's 3:30. We'd better wrap up here. Can I escort you
to your tent, my lady?"

Marion glared at me... and then her sense of the absurd took over and
she giggled, "Of course, my lord, you may accompany me to my bower." and
she held out her hand which I took and kissed. 

We rose, I grabbed a condom, looked a question at her and got a big grin
in response. We headed back to her yard. She bent to unzip her tent
giving me a good flash of her pussy. I had been looking at her nude form
all night. I'm not sure if it's a quirk of my makeup or something
genetically hardwired into guys, but I went from sorta hard to very hard
with the back rear view of pussy. I opened and rolled the condom onto my
shaft. She got onto all fours to crawl into her tent and I got harder. 

I followed her in and grabbed her hips. There was a quiet squeal and she
pushed back with her hips trapping my rod between us. I moved a hand
from her hip and reached under to stroke her slit, ending at her clit.
She was plenty wet. I moved my hips back, lined up and entered her. When
she started getting vocal I realized that this was probably a mistake
and reached out to cover her mouth. She took the hint and clamped her
lips shut, muffling her cries of passion. Then she dropped her arms and
buried her face in her sleeping bag with her tail high. I was slamming
into her and she was bucking back at me, our shared passion climbing
higher and higher. She gave a muffled scream into her sleeping bag and
fell forward as her vaginal walls quivered in orgasm. I went over the
top and blew my load into her. I continued pounding into her until I was
completely milked dry. I pulled out and lay down beside her, pulling her
into the shelter of my arms. 

We lay like that for a bit while we calmed down and then I kissed her,
said goodnight, and then said, "You'd better open the vent windows a bit
to let the smell of sex clear out. Wouldn't want your dad to start
wondering." Marion looked puzzled and asked what I meant. "Sex has a
beautiful, musky, and unmistakable odor. Your dad peeks into the tent
every morning before he goes to work. If he smells sex he could stop you
from camping."

"He peeks into my tent?!? Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "I've been
masturbating like mad since Friday. I really like the feeling of an
orgasm. What if he smelled that."

"Yup, he looks." I confirmed. "That alarm I showed you woke me up a few
times before I set it to turn off at four. But don't worry, he never
peeks in on Saturday, likes to sleep in I guess, and Sunday you're
indoors... or supposed to be. But this morning is Monday and he'll go to
work, so you've got to air the tent out." I reached over and unzipped
one of the side windows so the flap hung down about a foot. "If you
leave the windows and door open just that much all night it should be
OK. Your tarp protects you from the dew, anyway."

"Thanks, I'll do that." she said. "I didn't know."

I left he tent, zipping it most of the way up, and went back to my
house, and trashed the condom. I reset my Marion alarm to run all night
and went to bed.

*=*=*=* Monday - Day 4 *=*=*=*

My Marion alarm went off at 5:45 AM. I groggily staggered to the
computer and watched Marion's dad go up to the tent. He saw the
partially open door and paused. Then he looked in. As he turned and
walked toward his car I saw him smile. Just a dad checking that his
daughter is safe. I went back to bed.

I woke again near nine. I got up, took a shower, then ate breakfast and
went back to editing. Mom called at noon and we talked for a short time,
assuring each other that we were fine. I took a break then for lunch and
to refine my search for Steve Hollister. About an hour later I had it
down to a choice of three. Without more data I couldn't get any closer.
I went back to editing. Supper came and was eaten and I did want was
becoming habit and cleaned up any clutter and did dishes. I went and
took what was also becoming a standard habit of an evening hour and a
half nap. When I woke up it was just before nine. 

I had a thought and went on to the net. I found what was playing at the
local mall theater. I found a romantic comedy I thought Marion would
like and a thriller I knew I would like.

I had another forty or fifty minutes until true dark. I dressed in dark
jeans and t-shirt. I put some condoms and a ziplock baggie into my
camera belt pouch. Then I did a little editing. When I saw it was dark
out I got my sandals on and snuck into the Hollister's backyard and into
Marion's tent. After ten minutes of no alarm or police showing up I
relaxed and looked around. I had wondered if she slept in the dress or
jeans that she normally went to and from the house in or if she slept
nude. With her dad peeking in, I hoped not. I found a nightgown. Mystery
solved. I got under Marion's sleeping bag.

About ten after ten Marion unzipped the tent door and came in, pausing
to look at my room. She zipped the door and lay back on her sleeping
bag... and me. A very startled noise, a blindingly fast spin around and
a punch toward my face. I got my arms up just in time and then she
recognized me.

"Mark, you goof!!" she hissed, "I could have hurt you!" and she threw
herself into my arms.

We hugged and kissed and disrobed each other. We were both wearing about
the same. Neither of us had on underwear. We were soon nude and soon
after that I had a condom on and she had her legs on my shoulders and I
was pumping into her. When she started to be vocal I leaned in and gave
her a deep french kiss and continued kissing her as we made love.
Eventually we reached our climaxes and fell together, snuggling.

I took and tied off the condom and put it in the baggie. Then I said,
"You've been kind enough to indulge me in my voyeuristic perversion, I
thought that tonight we could explore your exhibitionistic bent. I want
to go out walking with you tonight. You can show me where you like to
wander and I could take pictures of your explorations. I don't really
need flash. The moonlight will give a beautiful other worldly glow to
the pictures."

She laughed, immediately clamping down on the sound level, and said,
"We're a perfect match. I'm an exhibitionist and you're a voyeur. I show
off and you record it. What time is it?" I showed her my watch. "OK, we
shouldn't go out for a bit yet. Oh, what shall we do to pass the time
away?"

As she asked her question she reached out and took hold of my semi-soft
cock. She leaned in and proceeded to lick the tip. I got her into my
arms and rolled over with her on top in the classic sixty-nine position.
Time passed quickly. I brought Marion to two orgasms before I dumped my
load down her throat. She didn't let a drop get away. Afterward we lay
in a very companionable silence, just holding one another. 

Eventually, she put her flip-flops on and said, "OK, it's time. Let's go
roving."

I put on my sandals and we left the tent. As we wandered south out into
the neighborhood I quickly noticed that she was careful to keep to
shadows and near to buildings and shrubs. I snapped pictures as we went
thru the lit spots. Occasionally I would have her stop in some
photogenic bright spot and I'd do several shots. After we had been out
for a bit we saw a car coming and ducked into some deeper shadow and
watched the police car drive by. I asked if that happened a lot and she
said that car dodging was half the fun. The police usually didn't patrol
our subdivision too often as it was generally very quiet, but she had
seen them before. We flitted from shadow to shadow getting farther and
farther from home. We stayed away from commercial areas, schools and the
like because we didn't want to show up on someone's security camera.

After about forty minutes Marion saw a little park and we checked it
out. I got some good shots of her on the sliding board, swings and
carousel. We sat at a picnic bench and started hugging and kissing.
Which led to fondling. Marion was very excited and didn't need much
encouragement to sit on the edge of the picnic bench. I got a condom
from my pouch, put it on and thrust into her. I began drilling into the
wet and warm recesses of her quivering pussy. She soon began her shout
out to God, me and everyone and as she climaxed, so did I. In the back
of my mind I noticed that the usual 'Oh, Mark!' had been replaced with
'Oh, lover!'. Smart! 

I panted, "We better get out of here. Someone is bound to have heard
that and the cops might be by at any moment."

Marion agreed with a grin and we took off. I dumped the condom into a
trash can as we went by it. It was after several blocks that we noticed
the flashing red and blue lights behind us. We giggled softly and
continued back home. 

I'm going to stop mentioning the condoms. We always used them. Sometimes
it was the last sane thought and other times it was well thought out.
From now, just assume we used them.

When we got there I escorted Marion into her tent and we made love
again. This time as our pleasure progressed she clinched her mouth shut
and merely loudly moaned. After we orgasmed we lay there a bit and then
helped each other into our clothes and we agreed that the next night
would be at my house and I wouldn't be in her tent when she came out. 

I asked "Do you think you could get permission from your folks to go see
a movie or hang out at the mall sometime this week?" I told her of the
movies I had found.

"It's unlikely." she answered, "but I'll ask and maybe a miracle will
happen."

I went home. Before I crashed I gathered up all the trash and tied off
the bags. I took them out, put them in the big trash can and placed that
on the curb. Trash pickup is Tuesday and Friday.


*=*=*=* Tuesday, Day 5 *=*=*=*

A day of more photo downloading, editing, quick meals, clean up,
masturbation (not too much of that. Marion and I really got it on of an
evening) and a nap. When Marion finally left her tent for my place I was
at the door and ready for her.

We started kissing and then made sweet love on the couch. It was during
this that I recognized that while the sex with this wonderful girl was
great, my love of her had gone beyond the need of sex and her mere
presence was enough to make me happy and glad to be with her. I had to
smile at the absurdity of these thoughts while I was driving my cock
into her pussy and bringing us both to a soul binding orgasm.

Afterward, as we lay there together, she asked about the smile and I
tried my best to tell her my thoughts. Words can never really describe
emotions. She agreed that meeting me was the absolute best thing to ever
happen to her. As we professed our love for one another we hugged and
kissed to another gentle coupling. I will never get tired of watching
Marion's face as she orgasms. La petite mort. Beautiful.

Then we went up to my room and I showed her the result of my researches
into her uncle. I had printed out everything I could find out about each
of the three candidates. She again wanted to call and again I pointed
out that calling people at one in the morning, two in the time zone they
were in, was not a real nice thing to do. She reluctantly agreed and
thanked me for the info I had dug up. 

She told me that she had gotten permission to hang around the mall for a
couple hours while her mom was getting her hair done. That would be
Thursday. I checked when the movies were and they didn't start at good
times for the schedule, so we would just window shop and snack at the
food court.

The thanks turned to hugs and kisses and then to bed with her on top,
riding me. I am getting fond of this position. It allows me to play with
either tits or clit while Marion is doing the bouncy bounce on me. The
view is super erotic, too.

As we lay there in the afterglow of our coupling I suggested that we
shoot a shower scene for the almost completed first night movie. Marion
enthusiastically agreed and we set things up. I had gone to the web to
various vidcam's manufacturers and had found that two of my vidcams were
waterproof. Our shower is part of the bathtub. It has a sliding glass
door to stop the water. I put the two waterproof cams in the corners at
the tub end away from the shower and aimed in it's direction. The other
four cams went above the shower head at each corner aimed down and in.
The PC went on the commode since my cables weren't long enough to reach
to my room. Setting this up with the help of a very friendly naked girl
was fun and exciting.

We watched the last little bit of the first night movie and made note of
how Marion had her hair and the state of our arousal. I turned the cams
on and we went into the shower. We fooled around and had lots of soapy
fun. I bought her to a satisfying orgasm and then held her to the wall
while she wrapped her legs around my hips and we joined. I'm not real
sure if I entered her or she lowered herself onto me, but whatever the
case we were one and together we soared to the heights and after several
eons of pleasure we both orgasmed. We spent a few years just
reintegrating our worlds as we softly mumbled sweet nothings to each
other. 

We eventually disconnected and finished the shower. There really wasn't
much fondling during the last bit of bathing. There wasn't any need. We
had just had a truly mystical joining. Anything more would have been
redundant or a let down. Highs like that aren't meant to be more than
momentary.

We moved the computer and cameras a bit and then quickly jumped in and
out of the shower and thoroughly dried off. Then we took everything 
back to my room. 

It was a bit strange. I can't really recall if we said anything to each
other for the longest time after that soul merge. We must have, but I
don't remember. We moved computer stuff twice, did a scene between moves
and I don't remember talking. We just cooperated on a level beyond
speech. Later, when I reviewed the drying scene, there were no words,
but we were handing each other towels, helping each other dry, all in
silence. 

Once the computer was back in its accustomed position we moved to the
bed and just clung to each other for a long time. Again, no words, no
petting. Just two people who have had a merging that the gods would
envy.

It was a good half hour after the shower when Marion whispered, "I can
not believe that anything could possibly be more intense than that. What
if that never happens again?"

"We'll always have that memory" I replied, "We'll always try to make it
happen again. Although I suspect that the harder we try the less likely
it will happen. I'm not real sure exactly what happened, but, oh God, do
I want it to happen again. Did our souls merge with each other and the
universe or was that just my over active imagination?"

"That's what I felt." she said softly. "Oh, Mark, I think we...
merged... bonded... I don't know the word to use, but we just did
something that I'm afraid few others achieve."

"I like to think I have a large vocabulary," I mused, "but I'm gonna
have to think about what just happened to even try to come up with a
word that describes it."

Two sharp dog barks.

"Damn!" I exclaimed. "You gotta go. I wish you could stay. I want you to
stay. Oh, God, I need you to stay... but you gotta go."

Marion sighed, "I know... I'd love to stay here in your arms, but... I
gotta go. Damn!"

I went with her to the door and she stopped me there, kissed me and
left. I went back to bed.

*=*=*=* Wednesday, Day 6 *=*=*=*

My day was spent editing in the shower scene. The first night movie was
almost complete. I figured I'd put the final touches on it tomorrow. Mom
called again and we talked for about fifteen minutes. I took my now
daily nap, had supper, cleaned up and waited for Marian. We were going
for a walk again. 

We had some 'pass the time' sex before heading out. We walked north
indulging in our mutual perversions of exhibitionist and voyeur. We
walked and talked as any couple will, although nude. 

After walking for over an hour Marion told be that she had never walked
this far from home before. She would usually turn back after about
twenty to forty minutes so as not to be out too long. I figured that
with the cautious way we'd been walking we were maybe two miles from
home. I saw a small park near by and pointed it out to her. It was just
a small monument to local vets with a cannon, a couple of benches and a
couple of permanent chess tables and chairs. I thought it would be a
perfect place for some photos and a little outdoor sex. Marion giggled
and led the way.

We hadn't seen the two guys with the brown bag sitting on the third far
bench. They saw us though. 

"Gawd, Jim, will ya look at that. Naked pussy!!!!" cried the bigger guy.

"Oh, ho, looks right young. Probably real tight, seein' how she's with a
little shrimp." said the guy about my size. "We just naturally gotta
show her what a real man is like."

They both looked to be in their early twenties, grubby and a bit drunk.
I knew there would be no way to talk us out of a bad scene so I yelled
at Marion, "Run!" while getting between them and her.

The big guy got to me first and almost casually pounded me aside. I'm
not a fighter, but I thought I'd give Marion at least a little head
start. I didn't lose consciousness, for which I'm forever grateful, but
I couldn't move. If I had been knocked out I would have missed seeing
what happened next.

Marion hadn't run. In fact, as the guy hit me, she did some sort of move
that ended with her fully extended leg planted firmly in the guy's
crotch. An eye blink later, as he doubled over, she brought an elbow
crashing down to the back of his head. Then she gracefully spun away
from him and did something that caused the other guy, who was rushing
in, to act like he was clotheslined. His feet continued forward, but his
head going around Marion's arm was the center of the arc they made. He
crashed to the ground and Marion did a flying leap onto him, landing
knees first on his chest and then smashing both fists down to his
shoulders. I heard bone snap, both when she landed and when she hit him.
She used the momentum of her shoulder smash to roll forward off of him
and come up standing. She spun in place and her foot hit the guy in the
head and he went out like a light. After her spin kick she dropped into
that stance that she had taken that first night we met. I resolved to
try to never get her angry with me. She was obviously waiting for either
of the two to do more than twitch. When they didn't move she hurried
over to me.

"Are you alright?" she asked, noting that I was sort of conscious and
not completely out of it.

"Yeah, I think so." I gasped, "I... I... You... Oh, God, I tried to
protect you, but you ended up saving us both."

"I've been taking martial arts since I was six." she said. "Can you
move?"

I tested my fingers and toes and when they responded I tried moving legs
and arms. I slowly started up and Marion reached down and pulled me up.
I thanked her and then hugged her.

She hugged back and when I flinched she had me turn around. My left
shoulder and back were pretty badly scraped. "Oh, we're going to have to
take care of that... soon. What are we going to do about these guys?
They were going to stomp you and rape me. They shouldn't get away with
that, but if we call the cops I'll be grounded for life."

I grinned and said "I occasionally have a very nasty mind. Let's strip
them and set up some staged shots." 

Marion checked to see if they were alive. They were. We quickly stripped
them. Marion went over and got the brown bag, which contained bourbon.
She picked the cleanest t-shirt and dumped some alcohol on to it. 

"Hold still a minute." she said, "This will sting, but it will get a lot
of the debris out of the wounds." and proceeded to wipe my back. WHOA!!
It truly did sting, but with the warning I didn't yelp, just gasped.

After the first aid we put the smaller guy face down on one of the chess
tables. I arranged his hands and arms to look like he was grabbing the
edge of the table. Then we got the big guy on top of him. His arms went
on his partner's hips. Beautiful shots looking like they were butt
fucking. We dumped them back on the ground and I looked in my camera bag
and came out with some cable ties. I'm a geek, of course I have cable
ties handy. These were just big enough to go around one wrist. Then I
took another tie and joined them. Getting out the indelible marker that
I had I wrote on their foreheads 'RAPIST' and on their chests 'RAPE IS
EVIL'. I got their brown bag and poured a little on each of them. By the
time I ended doing all that Marion was laughing that wonderful laugh. 

I reached out to her and we hugged, she was careful of my back, and then
we started kissing and hands began roaming. We were quickly joined at
the hip on the chess table and our passion flew to the stars. There was
no gentleness, just a quick urgent joining of two people who were glad
to be alive with our vanquished foes in the dust at our feet. I didn't
stop her as she began to call to God and me and our joy was quite
audible. I did notice again that she was using 'lover' where she usually
used 'Mark'. Smart is so sexy! Neither one of us had used the other's
name the entire time we'd been outside. As keyed up as we were we didn't
last long and our orgasms left us weak. But not weak enough to stop us
from getting our stuff and their stuff and getting the hell out of
there.

About three blocks away the condom and some clothes went down a storm
drain. Over the next six blocks, in a deliberate course away from our
homes, the rest of their clothes went down also. I kept their wallets,
which had a total of fifty-seven dollars. At one point we noticed behind
us a lot of flashing red and blue lights. The cops had arrived. Then we
continued home.

We stopped at my house and showered together, during which Marion made
sure to completely clean the wounds on my back. We also felt each other
up to orgasm. After we dried off she hydrogen peroxided my scrapes and
rubbed in some antibiotic ointment and I took pain meds.

We reminded each other, for the fifth time that night, that we would
meet at the mall food court at one. We were eager for that.

We got back to her tent and we made love one more time and then I went
home to bed.

*=*=*=* Thursday, Day 7 *=*=*=*

I woke up sore... again. Twice in one week. 'Vitamin I' and a hot shower
helped. I'm glad Marion had helped with my back. It probably would have
been worse. While eating breakfast I turned on the TV and caught the
local news. Oops! We were in it... sort of. The cops had been called to
the park because of screams. Marion can be rather loud when cumming. The
cops found the two unconscious, bound and marked dudes. They didn't have
any indication or proof of rape so all they were going to charge them
with was indecent exposure and public drunkenness. However, that would
wait until they got out of the hospital. They were still unconscious.
The hospital spokes-person didn't actually say 'coma', but that was the
sense of it.

I downloaded the best of the setup photos and did a little work with
PhotoShop. I printed two copies, got a couple envelopes and crafted a
letter to our assailants. I told them that unless they were very vague
and contradictory in their descriptions of us there would be a photo
like this on every telephone pole, mailbox, stop sign and storefront in
their neighborhood. They were to just let it drop. We knew where they
lived. I put the letter, the fold out from their wallets containing
photos, their driver's licenses, credit cards into the envelopes. I was
keeping the money for pain, suffering and mental anguish.

Then I caught a bus and rode out to the mall to meet Marion. There was a
post office across from the mall. I weighed the letters, figured out he
postage, bought some stamps from the machine and dropped the envelopes
in the slot. Then I went over to the food court, got a soda, and grabbed
a table for two. I was early, but Marion eventually showed up and she
spotted me before I noticed her. She did the hands over eyes, 'Guess
who?' routine and we laughed.

I asked if she wanted a sundae and she nodded. I got us each one and we
ate them while discussing the news. I told her what I had done with the
setup photos. We agreed that unless the police came knocking on our door
we wouldn't volunteer any confessions and even then playing dumb was a
key. After eating we wandered around the mall. 

At one of the phone kiosks I bought a prepaid cellphone with the ill
gotten booty and Marion decided to use it immediately. She had the
information sheet I had given her in her purse. I told her that since
now was business hours if she got an answering machine to just hang up
and try that number later. The first call got a lady who said her
husband was an only child. The second call rang until the answering
machine picked up. The third call got a lady who said that her husband
did indeed have a brother named Michael who didn't want anything to do
with them.

Marion started crying and I took the phone from her and introduced
myself as Marion's computer savvy boy friend. I said that Marion was
overcome, but would pull herself together quickly. I told her of the
search I had done for Marion and that this was the first opportunity
Marion had found to call. When the lady, she introduced herself as
Diane, asked if there was going to be a reconciliation I had to say
probably not. I told Diane that Marion's folks didn't even know about me
seeing Marion and that this was entirely Marion acting on her own. I
opined that Marion could be in big trouble if her folks found out that
she was either dating or finding long lost relatives.

Diane was puzzled and asked how they could be 'long lost' when Steve
sent Christmas cards every year. I started to tell her about the torn
cards when Marion asked for the phone back. The fierceness of her
explanation of her quest to find her uncle sort of startled me. However,
after watching her talk to her aunt for a while I accepted that fierce
was a part of Marion's make up. I wouldn't love her as much without it.
After talking for a bit more Marion scrambled for a pen and wrote a
number on the contact sheet. She said her good-byes to Diane and hung
up.

"Oh, Mark, she gave me Uncle Steve's office number." she said happily.
"I'm gonna call now."

She dialed the number and asked for Steve Hollister. Waited a moment and
then said "Uncle Steve? This is Marion Hollister. I've just figured out
how to contact you." Pause. "Yes, my Dad is Michael and Mom is Mary and
they don't know I'm calling you." Longer pause. "Yes, we live outside of
Detroit now. I have a computer savvy friend that helped me track you
down. Dad doesn't allow the internet at home, but my friend has the
internet and he narrowed it down to three Steve Hollisters." Short pause
and "He's right here." and handed me the phone.

"Hello, sir." I said. 

"Thank you for helping my niece." he said. "You know that if my brother
finds out you helped Marion you'll be forbidden to see her again."

I laughed and said "If her folks find out she has a boyfriend she'll be
grounded until she's eighteen. Finding you for her is the least of my
worries. It made her happy and that's my current goal in life."

"How old are you, son?" he asked.

"I'm fifteen as of last February." I answered. "Marion turns fifteen in
September. Before you ask, we met not that long ago. It was raining and
I offered shelter... sorta like that sixties song about the umbrella." 

He laughed and told me to give the phone back the Marion. 

I told her to have a good talk and that I'd go get us cokes. She nodded
and took the phone. I wandered off while they talked. Family, and I
wasn't part of it. When I got back she was still on the phone and I
tapped my watch to remind her that she had to meet her mother. She
grimaced and started to wind things up with her uncle and arrange ways
of contacting him.

"Oh, Mark", Marion gushed, "Thank you for finding my Uncle. I have two
cousins. Leanne and Howard. I'll have to think of a way to meet them
someday."

We still had a half hour yet, so we window shopped and talked and
wandered about. I escorted her back to the food court and waited on the
other side of it until her mom showed up. Before I left the mall I went
to the drug store and bought a newspaper and more condoms. We'd already
used around half of what I'd bought before. I caught the bus back home. 

As I walked up the driveway I had a thought and got my bike out. I
picked it up and tossed it along the carport. Alibi for my injuries for
when the folks got home.

Did more editing and made sure to catch the six o'clock news. Nothing
new, the guys were still out of it, but they interviewed a police
spokesperson who said that vigilantism was not condoned by the police
and that they were looking for the person or persons responsible for the
beating of the two victims. The reporter guy made the point that the
'victim' was probably the intended rapee, not the two that were in the
hospital. I could see the police rep being annoyed.

If they really wanted us they undoubtedly could find us. There's always
something. I hadn't been careful with handling things. However, being
fourteen and fifteen we didn't have fingerprints on file. They may have
been able to get DNA from Marion's dripping pussy on the chess table or
my blood from the ground where I hit, but again we weren't on file. I
don't think there were any videocams around, but you never know. Those
things turn up in the weirdest places. The two idiots may actually be
able to describe more than tits and pussy. Would they dare admit we
being beat up by a girl? We'd just have to wait and see.

I ate, cleaned up, took my hour nap and then did more editing. I noted
when Marion went into her tent. I undressed. At eleven I was watching
the local news. Marion came in just after eleven, nude, sat beside me
and watched the rest of the news with me. The guys were still in a coma
and really nothing new. The police would be out in force patrolling the
streets for the near future. We talked about it, agreed that nude
neighborhood walking was out for a while.

We hugged each other and had a slow and consoling joining on the couch. 

Afterward Marion checked my scrapes and decided that we needed to shower
and medicate me again. While in the shower she asked what I was going to
tell my folks about the injuries. I told her what I had done with the
bike. We petted each other while getting clean. After we were dry Marion
took care of my scrapes. She insisted that I wear a t-shirt to avoid
staining the sheets. 

For the next couple hours we made gentle love to each other and gave
voice to our worries about the previous night. We found support and
acceptance in each other's arms. 

Marion eventually went back to her tent and I put out the trash and went
to bed. 

*=*=*=* Friday, Day 8 *=*=*=*

The morning news was full of a big fire that killed several people. No
mention of a couple of guys in the hospital. That was old news and not
worth following up on. Mom called again and told me that she would next
call just before they got home on Sunday, probably in the sixish time
frame and we would go out for dinner.

Computer gaming, food, clean up and a nap took me to Marion's arrival. I
had noted that she left her tent clothed, so I met her at the door in
t-shirt and jeans. We watched the news and saw nothing that interested
us. I told her of my folks arrival plans and she told me of the party
her folks were throwing tomorrow. 

We had been gently hugging and kissing during the news and planning
conversation. A peaceful and relaxed feeling accompanied our touches and
these feeling grew stronger with each passing moment, even as our
passions mounted. The hugs grew firmer and the kisses longer. We slowly
undressed each other and continued the sweet caresses. 

When we were nude Marion said "Let's go to your bed. There's more room."

I kissed her and helped her up and we walked upstairs hand in hand. We
were that relaxed and even more excited than I can ever remember. We got
onto the bed and continued the hugs, kisses and caresses. At one point,
with none of her usual vocals, Marion orgasmed, merely going into a
tight clinch as it hit her. Surprised, I continued to feel her, but
without her saying a word I knew that it was time. I caught her legs and
brought them onto my arms and entered her. We were no longer shy young
virgins. In our week together we had learned where things went and what
positions were the most pleasurable. Her vagina was still very tight,
but access was easy. I entered her, my sword of passion went into her
sheathe of longing. We were one. Our movement complimented each other's
and there were no missteps. I played with her bosom and as I watched her
face I felt as if I were falling into the deep blue pools of her eyes.
Our passion mounted and without a word we slowed to lengthen our time
joined. How long we maintained our joining I probable could figure out,
but while involved it was timeless. Marion started her litany and as she
did I felt myself drawn along with her to the peak of passion. Our
orgasms hit at the same instant. We fell apart and then rolled to each
other and embraced. 

It was another of those times when nothing needed said. We each knew
what the other needed and provided the caress, hug or kiss as needed. We
both realized what was need most was another bout. This time I lay back
and Marion almost did a flying mount. She bounced on me while I played
with her nipples and clit. She started a chain orgasm. As she did she
began to tire and I dropped my hands to her hips and helped her continue
to bounce and orgasm. Once again, was it only a short time or several
eons. I have no idea. Eventually I had my release and reached for her
shoulder to bring her into my embrace. 

We lay there, joined at the hip and a great light dawned. "It happened
again... and this time I know the word that fits." I said, knowing that
I shouldn't say that word, but it was the only word that fit. "Married
is the word we're searching for. We're way too young, but I know that
you are the woman I will marry, if you'll have me after you graduate
from high school, when were both eighteen."

Marion gave a startled gasp and sat up straight on me. She looked at me
with an intensity that probed into my heart, my soul. She answered,
"You're so very right. We are too young. Yet... married fits what we
felt this time and the last so perfectly that all I can say is YES!
We'll work out the details later, but you are my... husband."

I had been to two wedding of cousins in the last six months and my
memory is pretty good.

"And you are my wife." I said in turn and while holding this naked
sprite continued, "I, Mark, plight to thee, Marion, my troth and I
pledge to be true to thee in good times and in bad, in sickness and in
health. I will love and honor thee all the days of my life."

Again she gasped and said, "I, Marion, take thee Mark, to be my husband,
to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for
richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,
till death do us part, and thereto I pledge thee my faith."

She bent down to kiss me and I rolled so that we became unplugged from
each other. This was necessary for quick change purposes. As soon as I
was ready I had Marion's ankles on my shoulders and was plunging into
her again. We were immediately lost in a universe of pleasure and love.
Marion soon was chain orgasming. We would never know if it was ten
orgasms or ten thousand. Was the time less than an hour or longer than
the universe has been in existence? All I know is that when I came into
her we both passed out, fortunately not for long. 

We lay there together and held each other wordlessly until it was time
to part once again for the night. 

*=*=*=* Saturday, Day 9 *=*=*=*

This was our last night. My folks would be home tomorrow night. Marion's
folks threw a minor monkey wrench into things by having a small party
with people from their church. The last people left just before eleven.
Marion wasn't able to sneak out until almost one. Since she had to be up
for church in the morning we had to cram as much sex as we could into
two hours. That makes it sound like a chore... actually it was awesome!
We didn't get to the 'one with the universe' stage, but during that two
hours of raw sex I brought Marion to almost a dozen orgasms while
reaching three of my own.

*=*=*=* Epilogue *=*=*=*

My mom showed where I get my smarts and asked about the girls I had in
while they were gone. Maybe she was fishing, but our family works on
honesty. Telling lies by telling the absolute truth is an art form. The
question asked allowed no wiggle room. I confessed. Mom said she
wouldn't offer much interference, however, she made a house rule of no
unsupervised girls in the house. At the same time she declared that she
needed her sleep and she would no longer get up and join me if I got up
to get a snack. Adding 'girl' plus 'moonlight walks' she figured out
that a bike accident hadn't happened and was only partially reassured
that we had covered our tracks when I told her of the fight.

'Operation Menstrual Cramp Overact' started a few days later. It was
over a week before I joined her in her tent. She was on the pill, but it
wouldn't be effective until after school started. I still had condoms.
We met as often as we could. Marion got permission to camp Friday nights
after school started as long as the weather permitted and her grades
were maintained. 

The Friday after Labor Day was our first sex without a condom. It was
magnificent. We both preferred bareback.

Her algebra grade started slipping and I started tutoring her. That
helped us enjoy a very mild autumn through the beginning of October.
Then the Michigan climate kicked in and camping... and sex... stopped.
We came up with a desperate 'all or nothing' plan.

One November Sunday before Veteran's Day I was taking out the garbage
when the Hollisters returned from church. Marion was 'startled' to
recognize the boy who was tutoring her in algebra in school. I was
'startled' to recognized the girl I was tutoring. Our parents started
talking. Relations between them got better. Sort of the difference
between 'cold war' and 'detente'. All we could expect, I guess. Mom
worked hard to be friendly.

We spent a lot of time, supervised, at each other's home. Marion kept in
contact with her Uncle. Our first 'date' was the school's Christmas
Ball. From what Marion told me it was her mother's insistence that got
her permission to go.

That Christmas was 'interesting' in the Chinese sense. After opening my
gifts I went over to the Hollisters with a gift for Marion. She had a
gift for me. We were having a good time when there was a knock on the
door. Uncle Steve and his family showed up. I got out of there as soon
as I could. Being in a crossfire is not fun. Since when Steve and family
left that evening there was no blood flowing, or at least no ambulance
had showed up, I figured at least something had been worked out. 

Marion called me on her bootleg cellphone. After a stormy hour or so the brothers had agreed to disagree. Her dad would no longer consider her uncle as _personae non grata_. From what Marion said the relationship might be a couple degrees Kelvin warmer than that between them and my parents. Maybe. I had not been mentioned by Steve.

We started going to a lot of school functions. Occasionally we found a
lonely spot, or a spot that and exhibitionist and a voyeur would call
lonely, and enjoyed ourselves.

I'm graduating this year and in the fall I've got a really nice academic
scholarship to Michigan University. We still consider ourselves to be
married, but have decided to officially tie the knot when Marion
graduates from college. Life is good.

*=*=*=* The End *=*=*=*
