Camp Reward 3

The next morning was clear and warm. Jeanette slept in a little
longer than usual, then showered and dressed slowly. The dining
hall was empty, as the others had already embarked on their trip
to the Cities. Kurt was nowhere to be seen. She had some cereal
and juice, and filled her daypack up with fruit, cheese
sandwiches, and bottled water. Returning to the cabin, she
primped a little. There was a touch of anxiety she hadn't felt
before. Should she wear something different? Something sexier?
She wondered how this would play out. She loved Kurt and trusted
him, but would he give into lust, would it go too fast, would she
regret it afterward? Would he take the lead? Should she? In the
end, she decided to change into a two-piece swimsuit under her
t-shirt and shorts, and took along a book and beach towel. She
figured that whatever happened, she could at least give the
appearance of being out on a hike to find a quiet place to read
and sunbathe. She slipped the condoms into her pack and at the
last minute threw in a couple of towels and a pack of kleenex.

She realized as she stepped out of the cabin that she and Kurt
had not set a specific time to meet at the tent, but she put
aside her fears and set out. She walked along the familiar camp
road until she found the trail that led to the tent sites. There
was a light breeze stirring the tops of the aspens, but the air
was still down at ground level. A crow sounded a warning as she
passed, but a pair of goldfinches seemed to twitter happy
greetings to her as she entered the Ojibwe clearing. There was no
sound of human activity as she took in the surroundings. Twelve
tents were arranged in a semicircle around a fire pit and flag
pole. The grass in the clearing was neatly mowed, and the trail
curved off to the right toward a shelter with picnic tables. She
smiled to herself as her eyes scanned leftward, realizing that
Kurt had purposely picked the tent furthest from the trail, in
the event of any unexpected hikers. She took a deep breath and
stepped into the clearing, feeling as she did so that she was
stepping into a new chapter of her life.

The tents were all newer medium-sized a-frames, with sides which
staked out into a partial knee-wall. They could be entered at
either end, and normally opened toward the clearing, but the last
on the left was zipped shut, except for a vent flap at the top of
the door. She approached the tent softly and peered in,
whispering "Kurt?". There was no answer, but she could see that
the tent was open at the other end, facing the woods. She walked
around and opened the net flap. Where usually 2 or 3 low cots
were arranged to hold sleeping campers, there was a full-sized
air mattress, with two sleeping bags spread open to make a soft
bed. Off to the side, a small camp table had been placed, and was
set with a water bottle holding fresh wildflowers. Another small
bouquet of wildflowers tied with ribbon was placed carefully on
the single pillow. Jeanette held her hand to her mouth with
astonishment and delight. Her lover was seeing to every detail.
That was just exactly who he was--her lover, her first lover, and
at that moment she felt no doubt that she wanted to give herself
to this man today. She entered the tent and zipped the netting
behind her. The outer flaps were tied back, leaving the tent open
to the leafy underbrush outside. She sat on the mattress and
removed her shoes and socks, then placed her day pack next to the
camp table. There was a tiny rustle in the underbrush as a
chipmunk poked its nose out to investigate, then rushed back to
safety. There was still no sound of human activity, though
Jeanette strained to listen. She tried to relax and breathe
deeply, but her heart was pounding with anticipation. She opened
a water bottle from her pack, and sipped carefully and
deliberately. The tent sat in partial shade, and the breeze
rustled the leaves above, making shifting patterns on the fabric.
It stirred the tent flaps and cooled the back of her
sweat-dampened t-shirt. She slipped the shirt off over her head,
and felt her nipples tighten from the coolness, or possibly
something else. With that, she determined that her halter top,
too, was unnecessary and tossed it aside. She laid back on the
pillow, admired the wildflower bouquet and listened to the leaves
rustling above. Sparrows and finches were chattering their
delight to one another. Two, then three deep breaths, and her
heart slowed to its normal rate. She stretched out on the bed
with her hands behind her head. She had purposely not masturbated
last night, and the tension was building again as she waited for
Kurt. The breeze caressed her erect nipples and she traced a
finger lazily around each aureola. She let her hand glide over
her naked belly just to her waist and sighed. She would wait.
This was for Kurt now. She stretched again and closed her eyes,
just focusing on the breeze touching her skin and the sounds of
the rustling leaves.

She might even have dozed lightly, for she wasn't sure how long
she had been there when she heard the crow scolding loudly again.
Soon she heard the press of approaching footsteps, then, just as
she had done, the whispered query. "Jeanette?"

"Yes, Kurt, I'm here." She turned to her side, facing the door,
and propped herself on an elbow. His expression showed both
delight and surprise to see her already half nude, and he paused
to take in the sight. He slipped off his sandals, and crawled
over next to her. On his knees, he took her hand, kissed it, and
looked into her eyes. Somehow she felt more exposed by this gaze
than by his appreciative survey of her breasts and legs a moment
before, and she closed her eyes. She felt him lie down beside her
and take her head in his hands, and then his lips were at her
mouth. His kiss was slow, tender, even reverent--yet it spread
waves of desire down her spine, across her chest, and into her
groin. She moaned with both pleasure and yearning. She reached up
for his hand again and looked back into his eyes. "Thank you,
Kurt."

"For what?"

"For this place, for that kiss, for you." She smiled up at him.
"Thank you, too, for looking into my eyes and reaching for my
hand."

"Why that, darling?"

"Because you could have stared at my breasts and started groping
at them--but you chose not to. And that's how I know you want me,
not just sex." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
him down for another kiss. "But guess what--today you can have
anything and everything. I am yours, Kurt Walker."

"And I am yours, Jeanette Marie Brown." He kissed her deeply, and
opened his lips to receive her probing tongue. "And you do have
beautiful breasts, by the way."

"Touch them, please. Hold them. Kiss them. Everything is for you
now. Oh please, Kurt." She reached for his back and ran her hands
under his t-shirt, lifting the hem toward his head. He understood
and pulled it the rest of the way off. He fell back down to
embrace her, one arm holding her close beneath them and the other
exploring her flank and coming to rest cupping her left breast.
She sighed into his mouth and hummed appreciation as his finger
circled her nipple. Soon he was kissing his way down her throat
and nuzzling at each breast in turn. He dragged his lips lightly
across the inner surface of each one as his hands caressed their
outer edges and tickled at her sensitive underarms. Slowly his
lips and tongue found her right nipple and he stroked its
prominence with his tongue. She gasped and shivered, and gasped
again when he repeated his suckling on the left. He climbed
upward again to kiss her mouth and felt the heat of her breasts
against his chest. He pulled back slightly as she gasped for
breath. "Oh Kurt. Oh my god. Oh god please oh...oh I want you. Oh
I love you. Oh... Oh it feels so good."

"I love to please you. You're gorgeous. I could make love to just
your breasts all day."

"Mmm. We have all day. But there's so much more,and I want you so
much. " She let her hand roam over his bare chest and around to
the small of his back. She slipped a finger beneath his waistband
to the top of the cleft between his buttocks, then moved both
hands beneath to pull him tightly against her. His erection
throbbed against her upper thigh, and she flexed her leg slightly
to move against it, first lightly, then firmly as she attacked
his mouth with another deep kiss. He counter-attacked, pushing
her tongue back into her mouth with his own as he gripped the
back of her thigh and pushed his hardness against it. She
responded by opening her legs wider and pulling him between, so
that his hardness now pressed against her vulva, where she so
desperately wanted him to be. Again they held this embrace, hands
stroking buttocks, while tongues dueled passionately.

"Wow. Just wow. I can't believe how wonderful you are."

"I am so ready for you Kurt. I want to make love to you. My god,
I'm already soaking wet down there." Kurt trailed his fingers
over the front of her shorts. She was soft, moist, and hot, even
through her clothes. She reached for him as well, as she had two
nights ago, tracing his hardness through his shorts, and circling
the tiny wet spot that was forming near its end.

Jeanette let go of him, fell back to the mattress and giggled. "I
just can't believe this. Everything just feels so perfect!"

He looked at her with amusement and delight. He again trailed his
hand lightly up and down her sides, belly, and chest, tracing
circles around her breasts and navel. "Is this how you imagined
it would be? Your first time, I mean?"

"Better, definitely. But I kind of don't know where to go next. I
mean whether to just rip off the rest of our clothes off and
fuck, or to drag it out as long as possible."

"I suppose either one is an option, but I think that if we go
into another clinch like that last one, we'll be past the point
of no return."

"Mmmm. I almost feel that way already. And I bet you could
explode, too, huh?"

"Uh huh. And I even needed to help myself to sleep last night."

"Mmmm. So you don't have trouble doing it more than once in a
day, do you?" Jeanette trailed her hand back over his chest and
stomach, and began teasing at his waistband in front.

"Uh no--I'd say that's the least of my problems," he grinned.

"Maybe then we should start by relieving a little of this
pressure here, hmm?" Her hand again ran over the hard ridge
pressing out his shorts, then wandered to his thigh and up the
leg hole to trace and tickle his balls through his underwear. "I
think you should stand up so that I can take these off and get a
good look at this thing."

"I want to see you too." He raised himself to his knees between
her legs and ran his hands up each leg, then hooked his fingers
on her waistband. She watched him drinking in the view of her
body as though it was some miraculous landscape, and lifted her
hips slightly to let him pull off her shorts. He again caressed
her calves and thighs as his hands wandered to the place where
they met. He cupped a hand over her covered vulva, feeling its
leaking moisture and heat. He pressed softly into the crease at
the center and she moaned and pressed back against him. He looked
up at her for assent as he grasped the waistband of her bikini,
and she nodded, holding her breath as he slowly unveiled her most
private place. She arched her hips as he pulled the bottom off in
back, then lifted both legs into the air as he removed it
completely. Once more his hands massaged her legs as she lowered
them to the bed and slowly parted her thighs. He murmured soft
exclamations to himself as he studied her body. He lightly
touched her soft labia and felt the liquid dew that coated the
soft brown hair. His fingers traced between them, and lightly
parted them to touch their dripping center. "Oh my god you're
beautiful, Jeanette. You are amazing!"

Jeanette just sighed as his slippery fingers moved upward to
graze her clit. "Ohhh, Kurt. It's all for you. This is all
because of you." She took his hand and reluctantly pulled it away
from her mound. Getting up to her knees she embraced him and
pushed her hands beneath his shorts and underwear, kneading his
firm glutes. She pulled both layers down together in back and
reached around to the front, where she caressed his hot erection,
and lifted the elastic bands carefully over it. Her hands pressed
down over his shaft, pushing his clothing downward to his knees
as she reached to cup and cradle his testicles. Kurt shuffled his
legs to rid himself of the shorts and briefs, as she continued
stroking and touching his hardness. Still kneeling, they hugged
again, pulling their bodies as closely together as they could.
She could feel his balls rubbing against her labia as his hard
penis pressed urgently against her lower belly. She kissed and
sucked on his neck and moaned into his mouth as he tipped his
head down to kiss her.

"God, Kurt, your cock...uhhh oh I want you so." Jeanette pressed
her hands against his chest and he let her push him to the bed.
She knelt beside him and rubbed her hands over his chest and
stomach until they combed through his pubic hair. She stretched
out her body over his, her soft belly caressing his erection. She
began kissing along his neck and down to his chest. She toyed
with his nipples and licked them lightly, eliciting an unexpected
moan. Finally, she began kissing a torturously slow trail across
his stomach toward her goal. Her hand caressed his inner thighs
and cradled his tender scrotum, then encircled the base of his
cock. She felt it twitch with excitement as she placed her first
soft kiss on his glans. She kissed lightly up and down the shaft
at first, feeling his heat with her lips and nuzzling him with
her nose and cheeks. She inhaled deeply to take in his scent--a
combination of light musk and soap. His hand stroked her neck and
he reached further downward to pull her to him. She shifted
slightly to allow his hand to roam over her back, breasts, and
bottom. She blew gently against the underside of his sac, and
felt him twitch. She continued her slow explorations of his cock
with fingers and lips, and reached out to caress him with her
tongue. Starting near the base of his shaft, she licked lazily
toward the ridge that encircled the glans. His moan told her when
she had found the sensitive frenulum, and she licked it again,
then a third time, much more vigorously. He gasped, then
practically cried out as she wrapped her mouth over the head and
sucked him inside. She slowly withdrew, teasing with her tongue
at his opening and tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum. "Uunnnhhh.
Ohh Jeanette. Oh my god that feels like heaven. Oh love. So
nice." She smiled and did it again, delighting in his moans.
"That really is not going to last too long sweetheart. I am so
close to coming right now." "Mmmmm," moaned Jeanette again as she
slipped the head further into her mouth, stroking with her
tongue, "that's what I want. I you to cum for me." Kurt's
breathing became heavier and she felt his thighs and abdomen
tense. She took him into her mouth one last time and withdrew
again. She was not trying to avoid having him come into her
mouth, but she wanted to see him. She stroked her hand firmly
against his lower shaft, and wrapped the other hand around the
top and head, moving steadily up and down while drumming the
sensitive underside lightly with her fingers and alternating with
licks from her tongue. In a moment, his breathing became ragged,
and he moaned and arched his back. She traced her tongue once
around the ridge and felt the first hot drops of his cum shoot
into her mouth. He convulsed beneath her and oozed thick white
semen in hard spurts which spilled down his shaft and coated her
fingers. "Ooohhh God. Omigod. Ohhhunnhh. Ahh ah, j'nette," he
moaned, then whispered her name again, sounding almost as though
life itself was leaving him. She lowered her mouth to him again,
and cleaned his glans gently with her tongue. His juices tasted
of seawater and earth--strong, but not unpleasant. She felt his
shaft shrink and soften slightly in her hand, but it still felt
hot and firm. He caressed her back and neck softly as she kissed
her way back up his stomach and chest. "Jeanette. My lovely
Jeanette." He did not shrink from kissing her though the taste of
semen still clung to her lips. He roamed his hands over her bare
back and bottom.

"I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed it too. Your cock is
amazing--so hard and hot. And when you come--ummm. It's really
hot to watch."

"But now it's my turn to please you, my lovely." Kurt pulled her
close and turned her to her back. She did not resist him as he
began his journey of kisses across her body. He returned with
relish to her breasts, licking and sucking at each nipple, as his
hands roamed freely lower. When his fingers reached her vulva
again, he found her swollen and wet. She arched her back to press
against his hand and moaned as he pushed back. When he began
kissing down her belly, she hurried him there by pulling herself
higher up the bed and pushing gently against his head. He did not
want to rush, however. As his face drew even with her sex, he
hovered over her, lightly breathing against her and inhaling her
aroma. He began kissing gently over her labia, and probed quickly
and lightly with his tongue. When he had lightly explored her in
this way, he began placing deeper kisses up and down her center,
and licking her deeply and playing against her inner labia. With
each stroke and flicker of his tongue, Jeanette moaned her
approval. She rested one hand on the top of his head, and the
other against her breast. Her legs raised up to stroke his sides,
allowing him access to her inner thighs. Finally, his tongue
strokes found the hard nubbin at the top of her vulva and she
gasped loudly. He began focusing his kisses and licking on that
sensitive spot as she lifted her hips off the bed to meet each
stroke. At the same time, he placed a single finger at her
vaginal entrance and slowly began to penetrate her. She gasped.
"Kurt, stop---please."

He lifted his head and paused. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

Jeanette breathed deeply. "No. I'm fine. Your mouth feels
wonderful, but I-- I think I just need you up here. "

Kurt kissed her vulva once lightly and pulled himself up to lie
next to her. She pulled his head to her and sought his lips for a
kiss. His mouth was wet with her juices and she tasted herself
for the first time. She reached for his hand and pressed it
against her mound. He followed her lead and moved it steadily up
and down, then circled over her clit. She pressed harder against
his hand and he pressed harder against her. He kissed her deeply
and she opened her mouth wide to take his tongue inside. Her
moans became constant, and her breaths panted into his mouth. "Oh
Kurt, oh touch me oh oh ohhhh OH YES! OOOHHHHHH." Suddenly her
body became rigid and she clamped his hand down hard on her clit.
He could feel her whole mound throbbing as her release hit. "Ahhh
ahhh AHHHHHH! KURT! UUOOHH!" Her chest heaved as her body went
limp. She felt for a moment as though she was drifting
disembodied between heaven and earth. She felt Kurt beside her,
but couldn't move to reach him. There was only the steady
breathing of her recovery, and a throbbing ache between her legs.
Finally, she willed her eyes to open, and found Kurt looking into
them, a deep concern on his face. If he hadn't looked so serious,
she might have laughed that he would mistake the intensity of her
pleasure for pain. She gave a deep sigh, then a giggle. Kurt
smiled with relief and kissed her forehead. She buried her face
in the crook of his neck and nuzzled contentedly as he held her
and stroked her hair and neck.

"I guess....well, I've never come with someone else before," she
whispered. "I'm glad it's you. Oh Kurt, I'm glad it's you." She
lifted her face to kiss him. He returned the kiss, lightly,
touching first the right corner of her mouth, then the left, then
capturing her lower lip between his. She retaliated by flicking
out her tongue and licking the tip of his nose. She laughed and
rolled away from him, but she couldn't get very far. He pounced
back and captured her, covering her body with his and holding her
wrists above her head as he gave her face, neck, and ears a
ticklish tongue bath. She squirmed delightedly beneath him, and
wrapped her legs around his torso. He could feel the wetness of
her crotch on his stomach as his cock hardened against the bed.
Releasing her arms, he kissed his way back to her breasts and let
his hands wander across her naked body. He massaged the muscles
of her outer thighs and calves, then ran his hand up the back of
her thigh to caress her smooth ass. He returned to kissing her
mouth as they rolled back to lie together on their sides,
Jeanette keeping a leg wrapped around him and lazily caressing
his legs with her foot. She could feel his cock hard again
against her thigh, and reached to touch it. It felt warm ,
smooth, and thick--thicker than anything that had ever entered
her before now. Kurt tightened his grip on her ass and kissed her
deeply. She sucked on his probing tongue, imagining that it was
his hard cock penetrating her virginity. At this moment her
desire was definitely stronger than any hesitation she felt. She
pressed herself against his leg and moved against him. This was
the moment. She was deeply longing to be filled by him, yet
without the desperate need of a moment ago.

"Kurt, there are condoms in the outer pocket of my backpack. I
think we should be getting them out now." He understood and
rolled back to reach for them, fumbling a bit with the zipper,
but finding the package easily. She took it from him and laid it
to her side, then returned to their embrace. He kissed at her
neck and ears as she stroked his back. "I'm kind of nervous," she
whispered.

"I know. Do you want to stop?"

"No. No I don't. I'm just nervous. Listen--would you just touch
me some more? The way you did when I made you stop before?"

Kurt let his hand wander down. She sighed and relaxed, letting
her thighs part to allow him access. He traced his fingers slowly
around the outer margins of her mound, and combed gently through
the soft curly hair. In a slow spiral, he drew closer to the
moist valley between the tiny hills. Her lips parted easily as
his finger slipped gently along her crease. He teased at her
clitoris, and she gasped with pleasure. Carefully, he sought for
her opening and spread her lubrication over the sensitive inner
folds. With a fingertip, he gently entered her, as she breathed
heavily against his neck. He pressed a little harder, and she
pushed up with her hips to meet him. There was no resistance, no
pain, and she moaned as his finger slowly entered to its full
depth. "Oh yes, Kurt. Yes." He gradually withdrew, then
re-entered, and she moaned again, as her muscles clenched in an
attempt to hold on to him. Kurt slipped his other arm behind her
head and pulled her close for another passionate kiss. She
yielded her mouth to his tongue again, just as her vagina was
yielding to his probing finger, groaning with desire. "Kurt, I'm
ready. I am SO ready for you to fill me, fuck me, make love to
me. Oh Kurt. Ooohhhhh."

He kissed her again and raised himself to kneel between her
outstretched legs. He bent to suckle at her breasts as she
fumbled with the condom package. She caressed his erect cock,
then unrolled the slippery latex over its length. She stroked him
slowly, then positioned herself for him, her own hands beneath
her, pushing her hips upward to him. He gently spread her labia
with one hand and lowered himself gently to her. His hard shaft
rubbed against her juicy cleft as they tested their alignment,
then, as she pushed herself up, the tip of his erection fell
against her entrance. He pressed gently, and she grunted as it
slowly entered. "Unnhh. Yes. Oh it feels so big there." She
encouraged him to press a little further, then reached out to him
and hungrily pulled him fully inside. They both gasped with the
suddenness of their union. Her eyes opened wide and locked on his
in open-mouthed astonishment. She was filled with him to her
inner depths. They both grinned excitedly and he leaned down to
kiss her again.

"You ok?", he whispered.

"Better than OK," she groaned back. "Oh god Kurt. I feel so full
with you. It's soooo good. Don't move just yet, OK?" They held
their embrace and kissed longingly. He shifted his weight
slightly, making her muscles contract around him. She lifted her
legs up off the bed and wrapped them around his thighs, pulling
him deeper inside. He rocked forward, grinding his groin against
hers. "Yes Kurt, yesss. Ohhh," she moaned, urging him to thrust
again. He pulled himself back an inch and pressed forward again,
eliciting another moan as she pushed herself up to meet him.
Gradually, a little further with each stroke, they moved together
to work out a tenuous rhythm. Though neither had been in this
place before, the combination of instinct and mounting desire led
them on.

In a moment, Kurt slowed again. "I'm afraid to go too fast. I
don't want this to end too soon."

"Mmmm. It feels so good. You make me feel so good. Don't stop.
Don't stop." She squeezed his buttocks and pulled him deeply
inside again. He ground himself against her clit and she groaned.
"Yes. Oh do that again. Oh god don't stop oh. Oh Kurt."

Encouraged by her moans, he gave in and resumed his thrusting.
With each stroke he murmured delight against her neck and in her
ear. "Jeanette, my Jeanette. Ohh love. You feel sooo good to me.
You. Ohh. Oh lover." Each deep thrust was bringing her close to
ecstacy. She closed her eyes and tried to focus the sensations:
the fullness of his cock stretching her, the agony of his slow
withdraw, the pressure behind her swelling clitoris, the tension
of his thighs against hers, the brushing of her nipples at his
chest, the heat of his breath. She turned her mouth to him,
devouring him with eager kisses, as her writhing against his
erection made him gasp with awe and pleasure. His thrusts were
feeling more urgent now, and his breathing more rapid, so she
wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered sweet
encouragements. "Yes lover. Yes Kurt. Oooh love. Yes. Come for
me. Come in me. Ahh Kurt." He clasped his mouth firmly over hers,
thrust deeply again and this time held tight. She felt his
hardness pulse inside her as he groaned against her lips. She
pressed back, pushing her clit firmly against him, and squeezed
him inside. He cried out and thrust again, which pushed her
finally over into her climax. She surged against him, squealing
and groaning in pleasure. She felt stretched, filled, and
fulfilled as she never had before. Another peak hit her
unexpectedly and she arched her back and cried out, "AHhhh! oh
Kurt...". With a final spasm of pleasure she thrust against him
as he collapsed on top of her. Strength spent and desire sated,
they breathed heavily against each other, feeling their hearts
pound together.

Kurt moved first, reaching to secure the base of the condom as he
removed himself carefully from her vagina. She murmured a gentle
protest against the emptiness she felt there, but wrapped him
back in her arms and whimpered endearments into his neck until
she dozed off. Kurt lay next to her, cupping her breast in his
hand, and feeling her chest rise and fall gently, until he too
fell asleep.

When Jeanette woke a short time later, she had the brief thought
that she might have been dreaming, but the sleeping man at her
side was very real, as was the dampness between her legs. She
touched herself there, as though inspecting for damage, and then
reached to touch Kurt's penis, lying limply against her thigh,
still partly sheathed in latex. He stirred and she kissed him.
"Hello, lover."

"Hmm. Love you."

"Are you hungry?"

"Maybe a little. More tired than anything. I can barely move."

"Ummm. It took a lot out of me, too. Though I liked what it put
IN me best!"

"You liked it, then?"

"No Kurt, I LOVED it. And I think I'm going to want to do it
again, too. But first you should eat something and get your
strength back!" She picked up the condom and poked at the
distended tip filled with his cum. "See--sex really does take a
lot out of you!", she giggled. He rolled his eyes at her while
she sat up to retrieve some tissues from her pack andto wrap it
up. She pulled out a towel and dabbed at her moist vulva before
placing it over the damp puddle that had formed beneath her on
the sleeping bag. She found another bottle of water, some fruit,
and cheese sandwiches in her bag and began setting it out as a
picnic. She broke off a stem of grapes and dangled them over his
face. He played along, capturing them one by one with his teeth,
until she fed him by placing a grape in her lips and kissing him
with it. She broke off pieces of a sandwich and him, as he
remarked how she had him "eating out of her hand". She giggled
again and nibbled at his face and ears.

"Aren't you going to eat something? Besides me, I mean?"

She shrugged and picked up a peach, testing it with a small bite.
It was very ripe, tender and juicy. She took a bigger bite and
let its juices trickle down her chin and drip on her breast. Kurt
did not miss the opportunity to clean up the spill with his
tongue, and Jeanette let the next bite drip even more sweet juice
on herself. She fed the peach to him and licked the drips from
his chin and neck, and even directly applied the cool fruit to
his nipple and sucked it clean.

"I don't think our moms had this in mind when they told us not to
play with our food, did they, Kurt?"

"Mmm--I don't get the impression that you're terribly interested
in eating anyway."

"No--you're far more delicious. And satisfying." She pushed him
back onto the mattress and straddled his hips, leaning down to
kiss him with long, slow strokes of her lips and tongue. It was
his turn to sigh contentedly and accept her ministrations. She
slid down his body to kiss and lick at his nipples and stroke his
stomach, feeling his erection once again growing against her
belly. She slid further down to kiss and lick him to full
hardness, and he responded by reaching for her.
"Swing around this way--I want to lick you too." She moved to
straddle his shoulders and he reached up to caress her round ass
and admire her open sex. He turned to kiss at her inner thigh as
he pulled her down to his waiting mouth. Her aroma was heavier
and stronger now, with a trace of lingering latex smell, but he
eagerly buried his face in her wetness. She responded with a
happy moaning which vibrated along his shaft as she devoured him
and lapped at his glans. They kept up their leisurely oral
explorations for several minutes, enjoying being able to
simultaneously please and be pleasured, until Jeanette decided
that she needed more. She turned around, sought out the condoms
where she dropped them before, and opened one. She rose up to
straddle Kurt's hips again and rubbed her wet crease over his
hardness. Her whole body thrilled at the sensation of his rigid
heat against her core, and she positioned herself so his naked
head pressed against her entrance.

"I want to feel you there. I want you to be able to come inside
me." She slid herself backward so that he entered her to his full
length. She sighed, then pulled back upward to apply the safe
skin of latex. "Someday soon, Kurt. Someday." She lowered herself
back over him with a groan of contentment. His heat and hardness
were not diminished by the condom, and rocking herself forward
and back over him, they both quickly forgot it was there. "This
is so good, Kurt. Soooo good." Their arousal having twice boiled
over, was now a slow, wonderful simmering.

"My god, Jeanette, you are incredible." He was awed by her trim
torso and firm breasts rocking above him. He looked up at her
angelic face, drinking in her expression of ecstasy. He wanted to
burn into his memory forever what she looked like now--eyes
closed, smiling quietly, lips slightly parted, cheeks softly
flushed pink, and hair hanging loosely around her face. "I love
you."

Her smile broadened a little, but she made no reply just yet,
except to embrace him more snugly inside her. How long this
gentle rhythm continued they could not say. In real time it was
likely only a dozen minutes or so, but for them time and space
were suspended. There was only their joining and the pleasure and
fullness they both felt. He watched her slide above him and
touched her wherever his hands could reach--flushed cheeks,
supple neck, swaying breasts, curved hips, firm buttocks. She
responded with soft sighs and heavy breathing, and began
quickening the pace of her motion back and forth over him. She
opened her eyes and found him still gazing at her beauty. She
murmured and moaned and looked down to see where his cock
disappeared into her. Slowly she pulled up and watched the hard
shaft emerge, her slippery labia clinging on as though begging it
to return. She lowered herself again and watched him slide
inside, feeling the stretching of her inner walls as he reentered
her. Kurt reached down to her to touch where they joined and
raised his fingers to her clit. She moaned her approval and
ground against him. He groaned and gasped with the new pressure
and leaned forward, seeking her breasts with his mouth. This was
too much for her now and with one more thrust she cried out and
convulsed in orgasm. He could feel her spasms envelope him, and
seconds later he too moaned in pleasure and joined her in
climaxing. She rested against him, her breath slowing and body
relaxing.

"I love you, Kurt."

"Jeanette...", he sighed, stroking her hair softly.

They rested silently for several minutes, then Jeanette slowly
lifted herself off him, laying a final loving kiss on his lips.
Again she slipped the condom off his flaccid penis and wrapped it
in a tissue. She sat beside him, softly and absently stroking his
thigh, and admiring his lean frame.

"I'm sorry, " he said.

"'Bout what?" she smiled.

"For ever once thinking that you were an unremarkable sort of
girl. Because if I've learned anything this summer, it's that you
are an amazing young woman."

"Thank you. But you've helped me become that. And not just in the
'you've-made-me-a-woman-now' sense. I don't think I could have
become anything special without you, this camp, your sister, your
family--even my sister. If I've come out of a shell, it's been
because you all helped me hatch. I won't ever be the same--and
now I know I don't want to be." Surprisingly, tears began welling
in her eyes, and one slowly trickled across her cheek. Kurt
smiled at her and reached to softly wipe it. He pushed himself up
to sit beside her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"So--what comes next, Jeanette Marie Brown?"

She laughed. "Well, I guess we should get dressed and head back
to camp at some point. How about a swim?"

"That would be nice. Let me look at you again though. I want to
hold onto the thought of how you look right now. It may be awhile
before we're alone again."

Lovingly he gazed at her and surveyed her face, glowing with joy
before him. He let his hands and eyes roam over her body to
appreciate again her taut breasts, smooth belly, and firm thighs.
He brushed through her soft pubic hair and cupped her warm mound
again, then lifted her chin and kissed her thoroughly.
Reluctantly they sorted through the pile of their clothing and
slowly dressed together. There was an ease and natural comfort in
being together somehow. He rose and shouldered her pack as she
slipped on her socks and shoes, then extended his hand to lift
her to her feet. Hand in hand they strode back up the trail to
camp.

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Mrs. Walker was outside taking down laundry from her clothesline
and saw the two emerge from the woods. She observed them turn
down the camp road toward the lake, and was somehow reminded of
watching the birds at her feeder pair off each spring. She
entered the kitchen to find Bob sipping on cold coffee at the
counter. "Kurt seems to have been spending a lot of time with
that Jeanette Brown. Do you think there's something going with
them?"

"I certainly hope so," he replied. "It might mean another
generation of Walkers will keep this camp going."

"Well, eventually perhaps. But I do hope she has more good sense
than that pretty young counselor that you knocked up 21 years
ago!" She yawned and stretched, unfastening the top button of her
blouse. "I think I could use a nap before supper. How about you?"
Bob grinned and reached out for her, but she was already halfway
up the stairs. She turned and smiled back at him as she let
blouse and bra fall behind her. "I may not be ready to fall
asleep right away, though..."

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Epilogue--

Jeanette was, of course, accepted to St. Cloud State U, with
Colette doing her part to help Mr. and Mrs. Brown understand the
advantages of their daughter attending such a fine, yet
economical, institution.
Kurt managed to make it to the cities frequently that fall, and
made a good impression on the Browns when he escorted Jeanette to
her senior Homecoming Dance. Ordinarily, she wouldn't have
planned to go, but she had inexplicably (to her, at least) been
chosen as a member of the Court. Jennifer was not surprised,
however, given that she had unilaterally decided to mount an
energetic lobbying campaign for her nomination among
underclassmen.
Kurt invited her to a fall formal in St. Cloud, too--though truth
be told, they never made it to the dance. In fact, had Kurt not
insisted that they keep their dinner reservations, they wouldn't
have even made it out of his apartment that weekend. By
Thanksgiving, he was noted to be engaged in long conversations
with his parents, who nervously invited the Browns over for
pumpkin pie. The reasons for this became clear at Christmas, when
Kurt presented Jeanette with an engagement ring, and promised to
love her for the rest of his life if she would marry him.
He managed to keep one more secret from Jeanette until shortly
before the wedding--he started attending the campus Catholic
ministry, and joined that faith to be united to his bride.
Jeanette was pleased and moved, though she made it clear to him
that he had better not expect her to stop using birth control
until she was good and ready to have children, and that that was
going to be well after she completed her degree.
Their June wedding occurred outdoors, on a certain lakeshore in
central Minnesota, at the place where it had all begun--Camp
Reward.
And yes, they did live happily ever after...

