It’s been quite a tumultuous year, since I posted my last story. Thank you so much for your comments and messages of encouragement. I hope you enjoy this new series.
If you’ve read any of my previous stories, you’ll know there will be some plot and character development before we get to the juicy parts — but we WILL get to the juicy parts! That being said, if you’re looking for a quick stroke story, you may want to move on now.
I’d like to thank my beta readers who provided feedback on an earlier version of this story and helped it develop into what it has become.
Finally, a great big THANK YOU to aussie_101 for his fantastic work editing the final piece. Any errors you find are purely a result of my fiddling after he was done with it.
‘Tortuous‘, thinks Keira. Yes, that’s the right word: tortuous. But what she is experiencing right now is a delicious kind of torture; the torture of anticipation, the torture of longing. She can’t remember when she’s been so excited. The anticipation is overwhelming. She keeps fidgeting and can’t seem to sit still. Either her toe is tapping or her knee is bouncing. Thankfully her distress will soon come to an end.
After fourteen years, she’s finally going to see Nico again.
She has tried to sleep. Usually she can sleep on planes and it helps to make the flight go faster, but that is simply impossible today. She has tried to read, but she can’t seem to make her eyes focus on the words in her book. She has even tried to meditate, but of course she can’t stop her mind from whirling.
She could barely believe it was really him when she got the Facebook friend request two months ago. His name popped up on her screen and, of course, she recognized it immediately. A shiver ran through her instantly at just seeing his name. For her, he’d always been the ‘one that got away’.
Of course, she had thought about him often over the years. After all, you never forget your first. But she had long ago resigned herself to the fact that he was in her past and she would likely never hear from him again.
Then out of the blue: the Facebook friend request. Just seeing his name had brought back a rush of memories and sensations. She accepted his request without hesitation, and immediately began to stalk his Facebook page to find out everything she could about his life. Fortunately, he seemed to be an active Facebook user, so there was a lot of information for her to peruse.
She looked for his relationship status. It was single. ‘He’s single. Hallelujah!’
Then she looked for his current location. It read: Vancouver. ‘Damn. Still in Vancouver. That’s a hell of a long way from New York,‘ she thought.
She read through his status updates and enjoyed seeing the camaraderie between Nico and some of his friends. He was as smart and funny as ever. As she read back through his profile, she found that his relationship status had changed from married to single about eleven months ago. However, looking at some of his status updates and comments from friends, she could see that he had gone from “we” updates to “me” updates quite some time before that.
Next Keira began to peruse Nico’s pictures.
‘Oh god, he still looks so hot‘, she thought.
Fourteen years had somehow only made him sexier. His dark eyes, that had drawn her to him, were wiser and revealed perhaps a bit of sadness or cynicism, but they still had that mischievous twinkle. There was just a hint of laugh lines around his eyes, and some of the pictures showed that he still had that roguish grin she had loved so long ago. He was in great shape, and she was pleased to see more than one picture of him in a bathing suit or shorts.
She got more and more excited as she looked over his profile and then sent an email to him through Facebook mail. She waited on tenterhooks for his response.
Thankfully, he responded a few hours later, and they quickly moved the conversation over to their regular email accounts. Their correspondence started tentatively, giving each other general life updates, asking typical ‘catching up’ questions, but the depth of the questions quickly went beyond small talk.
Within days, the intensity of emotion infused within their exchanges had escalated. They wrote increasingly long emails to each other, asking deeply personal questions and providing more and more depth and detail in their responses.
Nico told Keira all about how he met his wife, Melissa, during his last year of university and fell head over heels in love. They were married soon after they graduated. For the first four or five years, things seemed pretty good, as their relationship was new and they were establishing themselves professionally.
Then Melissa became so focused on her job that she worked all hours. Sure, he was working hard too, but not like her. She seemed obsessed. It got to a point where he hardly ever saw her. It went on like that for a few years. He started to have serious conversations with her about where their lives were headed, plans for the future, having a family. She kept putting him off, saying they would have a family “when things settled down at work”.
He had also tried, on many occasions, to talk to her about how they hardly ever had sex anymore, because she was so busy and when she came to bed she was so tired. In the beginning, they’d had a very active — though not very adventurous — sex life. He lamented that she seemed to have lost interest in sex altogether.
With her constantly deflecting and not taking his concerns seriously, plus her being at work all hours of the day and night, he began to become suspicious. Finally, he confronted Melissa, and asked her if she was having an affair. She was silent. Her silence was confirmation enough. He pressed her and she admitted she’d been having a relationship with a client. He asked her how long, and she admitted it had been a couple of years. Years! He felt like he had been punched in the gut.
He had asked why she stayed with him, why she didn’t just leave him. After all, they didn’t have kids or anything really binding them together. Melissa had shrugged and said it was because ‘he’ was married too, and didn’t want to leave his wife. She said it was just ‘easier’. He was floored by her callousness, her heartlessness. He felt like such a chump; for not seeing it sooner, for not confronting her sooner. He was so angry about the years of his life he had wasted with her, when he could have been with someone who actually cared about him. Of course he had left her immediately and they were promptly divorced.
Keira cried a few tears and her heart went out to Nico as she read his long, emotional account of what he’d been through. She was amazed and touched that he was sharing so much deeply personal information, so much emotion with her.
Of course, Keira started off by telling him all about moving from Ottawa to Toronto to go to university. She had started a tiny event and promotions business out of her apartment after she graduated. Eventually she got more successful and hired an assistant, and with more success came an actual office and then staff. Her business kept growing, and when she got successful enough, her company was bought by a big PR firm from New York. She’d moved to join the firm and had now been living there for five years.
He asked her about relationships, and because he’d been so forthcoming with all the details about his marriage, she admitted that she’d had a lot of lovers, and she’d been hurt many times. Sometimes she’d end up with a man whose only focus was to take his own pleasure, not caring about hers. Other times she’d realize she’d like to see the guy, but never heard from him again. Thankfully Nico never asked the actual number of men she’d been with.
She told him about each of her four long-term relationships, all of which ended around the two-year mark. Two of these relationships just kind of ended organically, mutually. However, two had ended because the guy wanted to get more serious, get engaged, plan for the long term. But she just knew that none of them were “Mr. Right.” She laughed at herself for even writing that and admitted how corny it sounded. But she elaborated by saying she just couldn’t picture spending the rest of her life (or even a large portion of her life) with either of them, and she didn’t want to settle, or string them along, or waste their time.
However, now at 32 she was starting to wonder if she ever would find the one she was supposed to be with. She admitted that she sometimes wondered if she’d made a mistake; maybe she should have settled for one of the guys who wanted to marry her. Most of her friends were getting married and having kids. She was starting to get tired of those pitying looks from smug couples who wanted to set her up with every single guy they knew. She’d long since gotten tired of being set up by well-meaning friends.
Somewhere toward the end of the second week of their long email conversations, they connected live on chat one evening. During the chat conversation, Nico told her he was so glad they’d reconnected. He tentatively admitted he still thought about her; that he’d always remembered her and thought fondly back to that summer when they had met.
Keira said she was glad they’d reconnected too, and admitted the same. She added that often when another relationship had failed or a guy she was dating just didn’t measure up, her thoughts returned to him and she wondered where he was, what he was doing.
Nico upped the ante by admitting that he’d often fantasized about her over the years, and since they’d been conversing again he’d begun fantasizing about her every day.
After a pause, Keira admitted she’d been doing the same.
“Do you touch yourself when you fantasize about me?” Nico had typed in the chat window in response.
Keira gasped, and a shiver went through her. Of course, she had, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit that. She debated her answer for a moment. But everything had flowed so easily between them so far. They’d been so honest with each other up to that point. The fact that he was even asking meant he probably did too. Right? At least she hoped so. Part of her desperately wanted to know. She took a deep breath and typed her answer.
Nico responded, “ ”.
Keira typed, “Do you?”
“Yes.” Came his answer almost immediately.
Another shiver went through her. She smiled at the delicious thought of him stroking himself while thinking about her.
She typed a quick “ ”, and then asked, “When?“
“When what? When do I fantasize about you or when do I touch myself?“
“Both I guess. “
Nico typed rapidly now. Each of the next few lines came in quick succession. Each one made Keira smile a little wider.
“I’ve been thinking about you almost constantly for two weeks.” “I fantasize about you frequently throughout the day.” “My mind just drifts” “and I remember being with you,” “and I imagine what it would be like to be with you now.“
Keira breathlessly typed, “I’ve been doing the same thing.”
“Lately, I masturbate thinking about you every night.” He typed. “And every morning in the shower. ” Nico added a little smiley emoticon that was blushing.
Keira laughed out loud. And then typed “lol“.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve been doing the same. ” She typed. “Well, at night… Not every morning. ” She added.
“lol” Came his reply.
There was a pause in the conversation. Keira had never been comfortable with sexting. A couple of guys had tried it with her, but it had always seemed so fake, so contrived, perhaps because she wasn’t really into them. But at that moment, her heart was beating hard and she could feel herself getting wet and excited at the thought of Nico getting himself off thinking about her. And even more exciting was the idea of him doing it right now. She didn’t know what to say next, or how to move the conversation forward, but he did it for her.
“What are you wearing?” He asked.
She wondered if she should lie and say something sexier than she was really wearing. But she decided to tell the truth.
“Yoga pants, panties, tank top.” She typed.
“ ” He typed. Then “I remember your tank tops. Mmmmm.”
“lol” She responded then she asked, “What are you wearing?“
“I want you to take off your tank top.” He typed.
Another chill went through her.
When she didn’t respond immediately, he added, “Will you do that for me?“
“Yes” She replied, and slid her tank top up over her head. “Done” she responded.
She was shivering with anticipation wondering what was to come next. It occurred to her that Nico was always getting her to try new things, to expand her horizons. It looked like that tradition was going to continue.
The conversation quickly became more intense from there. He told her what to do to herself and she followed every instruction. She’d never done anything like this before and it was one of the most exciting and erotic things she’d ever done.
He wrote the most wicked things to her. He described in detail how and where he wanted to touch her and lick her. She kept doing as he instructed and brought herself to one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had by masturbating.
After that conversation, it was like a floodgate had been opened. In less than two months they’d exchanged hundreds of emails, sometimes several a day. Topics ranged through everything from updates on their families and friends, to everyday activities in their jobs, to social and political discussions. They’d learned so much about each other’s lives, likes, dislikes, sexual histories, and fantasies, sharing secret thoughts and desires that no one else knew. In just two short months, Keira figured he knew her better than any of her previous long-term boyfriends ever had.
They looked forward to connecting in the evenings when they would often chat online or talk on the phone for hours. Every conversation ended in a mutual masturbation session, with them both screaming out how much they wanted each other.
Nico, for his part, told her he enjoyed exploring how Keira had matured sexually. His wife had been rather repressed. It was always just vanilla sex — when they were having sex that is. Whenever he’d suggested trying something new, he’d been shot down, and then he hadn’t gotten any for a while. So he learned to stop suggesting anything, and grudgingly accepted what little she was willing to do. There were so many things he wanted to try, but he was forced to indulge his interests by reading erotica and watching porn.
Nico expressed delight that Keira was brazenly sexual in their correspondence and freely shared her fantasies with him. She revealed to him that she had submissive fantasies, but never told anyone. Nico discovered he liked to be dominant. When they first talked about it, she pointed out that he’d shown dominant tendencies even that first time with her, and it had made her so excited. In the last couple of weeks, they’d explored their repressed desires through incredibly hot telephone conversations.
Then a few nights ago during a phone conversation, she’d thought he was joking when he suggested meeting her on her business trip. But she got so incredibly excited at the thought that he might be serious. He told her he’d arranged a couple of days off, and asked if she could fly to Toronto a day or two before her conference began so they could spend the weekend together. She could barely contain her excitement at the prospect.
Although she was up to her eyeballs in work, preparing for the conference, she gladly arranged the time off and changed her travel plans to arrive a few days early. The next few days were a flurry of arrangements and the delicious tortuous excitement of anticipation. He arranged his flight to land around the same time as hers, so they could go to the hotel together.
And now, Keira is on the plane, enduring her delicious torture. Her mind is a flurry of activity. She keeps going over the past two months and past several days in her mind. And since she cannot settle her mind, she allows it to drift back to that summer when they first met, fourteen years ago.
Just after her eighteenth birthday, Keira had finally made it to counselor at the camp she’d been going to every summer for six years. The previous year, she’d been a CIT (counselor-in-training), but this year she was the counselor in charge of a cabin of eight-year-old girls, and had a CIT under her wing. She enjoyed the camp, and had great friends there, but every year was pretty much the same. Mostly the same kids. Same activities. Same management team running the camp. Until the year Nico showed up.
Nico, who had been nineteen that summer, was hired from another camp to supervise the counselors and CIT’s. She remembered distinctly the first time she’d seen him. Two days before the kids were due to start arriving, Gus, the weathered old camp manager, had gathered all the counselors and CIT’s together and had introduced the newest member of the management team, Nico. His deep dark bedroom eyes, with such intelligence and intensity beneath the surface, had called to her and drawn her in immediately.
Keira drank in the sight before her. With his dark curly hair, full lips, and skin the colour of chocolate milk, she couldn’t place his ancestry, but it didn’t really matter; she just knew he was one of the most attractive guys she’d ever seen. He was wearing cargo shorts that hugged just a little in all the right places, and a new t-shirt with the camp logo that stretched slightly across the muscles of his chest and arms.
She watched him intently as he was being introduced to this year’s group of counselors and CIT’s. When he got to Keira, he paused, a little longer it seemed than he had with the others. When they made eye contact that first time, a rush went through her, making her face flush and her nipples harden. She saw his eyes widen as they shook hands. The warmth and strength of his big hand engulfing hers sent a shiver through her. She mumbled a “nice to meet you” or something. She really wasn’t sure what she had said. She was so distracted by him. She’d never had this kind of reaction to any boy before. After he moved on to greet the rest of the counselors and CIT’s, her gaze followed him, and she noticed (to her great delight) that he kept looking back at her whenever he had an opportunity.
Keira’s attraction to him, which started so instantly and so intensely, had only grown in the following weeks.
Seeing what a natural leader he was, how he was patient and understanding yet firm with the CIT’s and counselors, her admiration for him as a person had grown. He treated people with respect, and never belittled or insulted anyone, even as a joke. He had a quiet confidence, a sense of peace and presence about him that made others feel at ease, and garnered their respect. She watched him with fascination and growing affection.
Her physical attraction to him was undeniable, and, she was certain, reciprocated. Whenever they were in proximity they were constantly aware of each other, stealing frequent furtive glances. Every time their eyes met, she felt that rush shiver through her again, and she blushed uncontrollably as heat stole up her chest into her face. During some thrilling moments of sustained eye contact, she felt as though they’d had complete conversations without words.
Keira knew she was sexy and she loved the attention she was getting from boys since she developed, especially in a bathing suit that barely contained her full round breasts, but no one had ever looked at her the way Nico did. Hiding beneath the surface, there was a hunger, a desire she’d never seen in anyone’s eyes before. It was thrilling. It made her catch her breath and tremble on those rare occasions she’d seen it. It promised things; things she imagined him doing to her, things she had never experienced.
There was a constant sizzling sexual tension between them. She knew he felt it too. She had even occasionally noticed the bulge in his pants increase as he watched her. Yet she knew, because he was in a position of authority over the counselors and CIT’s that he considered her off limits. And he was too much of a gentleman to abuse his position of authority and act on his obvious attraction. Damn his noble intentions! It drove her crazy that two single people so clearly attracted to each other couldn’t be together.
Keira relished those rare occasions when she and Nico had been alone together, working on some task like putting away canoes or tidying lifejackets, and she had an opportunity for sustained conversation with him. She’d fought through her own discomfort and usual shyness with boys and had deliberately capitalized on those moments to learn more about him. She asked him lots of questions whenever she could, and found that he was not only open and forthright with the answers, but also an intelligent conversationalist.
She discovered he was from Ottawa, like herself, but went to a different high school. They had similar tastes in music and movies, and both were competitive soccer players.
In one conversation, while they were organizing water and sports equipment in the shed by the beach, she asked about his family and background. As she suspected, he did indeed have a mixed heritage. His mom was multi-racial. “Creole” he called it. She was from New Orleans, and his dad’s family was Italian.
“Hence the Italian name,” he smiled.
“So many of the other counselors and kids here call you Nick,” she observed, “do you mind that?”
“People like to make things easier on themselves,” he replied simply without malice or resentment, shrugging his shoulders. “It happens all the time.”
“But what do you prefer, Nick or Nico?”
“Nico. It’s actually my name.” He smiled.
“Nico.” She said affectionately, looking at him and smiling. He made eye contact and she felt that rush go through her again. “It’s a nice name,” she said, almost a whisper. She felt lame for saying it, but was pleased when he smiled genuinely anyway. “Thanks! I like it,” he said. “What kind of name is Keira?”
“Irish. My mom was really intent on making sure we all had Irish names.”
“Ah… a green eyed Irish lass,” Nico said in a really bad Irish accent. Keira giggled and raised her hand to cover her mouth coquettishly. He laughed too.
“Sorry, I suck at accents,” he admitted with a smile.
“That’s okay. I thought it was funny,” she said, not knowing what else to say. She nervously fiddled with the neckline of her bathing suit top, inadvertently drawing his eyes there. She watched his gaze move from her breasts back to her eyes again.
“So, you said your mom wanted you all to have Irish names,” he prodded. “How many of you are there?”
“Three,” she replied. “My sisters are Fiona and Maeve. Soooo glad I didn’t get Maeve.” She giggled.
“Me too,” he said. “Keira suits you.”
They made eye contact for an extended moment and he looked like he wanted to say something more. She wanted so badly for him to say something, to do something. Anything. She didn’t know what to do. Well, she knew what she wanted to do. She imagined herself just moving forward and kissing him, but she couldn’t force herself to make a move.
With his dark eyes locked on hers, Nico reached forward and brushed a stray lock of her long black hair back behind her ear. It was such an intimate gesture. She gasped and shivered. He noticed. He glanced down momentarily and watched as her nipples hardened to taut peaks that showed prominently in the top of her two piece bathing suit. He looked back into her green eyes and she saw that hunger again for the briefest moment before he suddenly seemed to come to his senses. He stiffened and moved away from her.
“Well, I think we’re done in here,” he said in a slightly huskier voice. Turning away from her, he surveyed the shelves and hooks full of lifejackets, floatation devices, and sports equipment. Then he left the shed abruptly. She stood there for a moment catching her breath and cursing herself for not kissing him when she had the chance.
The summer was waning and Keira knew she was running out of opportunities to act on how she felt about him. She had to do something. She was getting desperate. She decided to try an experiment. With only a week to go before the end of the summer, she started to change the way she looked at him. It was so unlike her, but she fought through her fear and shyness, and when he met her eyes, she deliberately gave him a wanton hungry look and licked her lips slowly. She tried to show him that hungry look she’d seen in his eyes a few thrilling times.
She was so nervous and her heart was beating fast, wondering how he’d respond. She saw his reaction immediately. His eyes widened, and then his eyelids lowered, yet he maintained eye contact. The look in his eyes became intense, his thoughts clearly written on his face. Her mouth twitched up in a seductive knowing smile, showing him she knew what he was thinking and she approved.
The third time she caught his eye that day, he was walking down the path from the cabins to the lake. As soon as she saw him, she looked around to see who else was about. A few of the counselors and CIT’s and a couple of older kids were organizing the equipment at the shore.
She looked back at Nico as he walked down the path, and noticed that he was indeed watching her. Her heart was beating so hard and she was so nervous, but she fought through it and tried something she thought would be seductive. While making eye contact, she slowly ran her hands from her bare thighs, up over the bathing suit bottom that barely covered the swell of her hips, into the dip of her waist and up across her taut exposed stomach to just under her breasts, as if presenting them to him. After a summer of swimming, kayaking, canoeing, rock climbing, and chores, her usually very pale skin was slightly tanned and her muscles toned. So were his, she had noticed frequently.
She watched him as he slowed on the path. He seemed to catch his breath, and bite his bottom lip unconsciously. Damn that looked hot! He was reacting just as she hoped he would. She gave him a devilish grin, but wasn’t sure what to do next. She tried not to let her nervousness and hesitation show. She kept looking at him as she deliberately bent over to pick up the life jackets she was putting away. She looked up at him coyly, as she exaggerated her sultry movements, wondering if she was going too far, being too obvious, or even amateurish. Regardless, she was delighted to see he had completely stopped in his tracks. His mouth literally hung open for a moment. Kiera’s heart soared at her success.
Straightening up, her eyes flashed to his crotch to see a distinct tent forming there. He seemed to become aware at the same moment, glanced down briefly, and then back at her eyes. His mouth quirked into a sheepish grin, he shrugged and a knowing smile came across his face, acknowledging they both knew. Then he looked embarrassed, and he quickly turned and went back up the path.
Keira’s heart was beating madly as she watched him retreat. His muscles moved sinuously on his shoulders, back and legs as he rushed back up the path. She had never used her sexuality so deliberately, and was amazed she’d had such an obvious immediate success. As she stood there watching him retreat, her breathing slowed, and she noticed the swell and wetness between her legs, and her hard nipples poking out prominently in her bathing suit top. She imaged all the things she wanted to do to him, wanted him to do to her. Soon she hoped. Very soon.
However, she barely saw him again for the rest of the day. In the dining hall, he caught her eye as soon as she arrived, but he turned away and would not look at her. He finished his meal and left quickly.
Keira feared her little experiment had backfired. Late that night after everyone else in the cabin was asleep, as she lay in her sleeping bag, she rubbed her clit and thought of him as she often did. She imagined ways to get him alone. She brought herself to yet another silent shuddering orgasm, wishing it was Nico’s fingers or tongue on her clit, wishing he was giving her the kind of orgasm that’s impossible to keep silent.
The next day Nico seemed to avoid her continuously. As soon as he saw her, he moved quickly to speak to one of the management team, or moved into a group of people, or even left the area altogether.
After a couple of days like this, Keira was feeling very frustrated and rejected. She wondered if she’d gone overboard in trying to seduce him. She chastised herself for being so stupid. It had been foolish to try and put on airs that were so unlike her natural behavior. She rationalized and knew he was trying to be noble and not take advantage of his position of authority, yet she fervently wished he would stop being so damned conscientious.
On Friday, with only two days left before they went home, she caught an opportunity. Nico was walking alone down the path toward the lake, while she was alone heading toward the cabins. Her heart started beating madly as soon as she saw him. She smiled brightly, and he paused in the path.
“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” she called as she kept walking deliberately toward him, adding a little extra swing and bounce to her step. She watched his mouth quirk into a roguish grin and his eyes travel over her body as she approached. She had to admit, hers did the same.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a knowing grin.
Keira’s heart was beating hard and fast in her chest. She was so nervous. She knew she was out of her comfort zone again, acting like this. She didn’t know where she was getting the strength to be so bold, or what to do next, but she knew they were running out of time, and she couldn’t bare the idea of the ‘what if’ thoughts that would be sure to plague her if she didn’t try something. So she put on an air of confidence that she didn’t really feel.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, and she looked deliberately at his crotch, which had started to bulge slightly, and back to his eyes, smiling knowingly. An image of herself on her knees in front of him sucking and licking his cock flashed unbidden into her mind. She blushed deep red. Her usual instinct to look away and act shy reared up in her mind, but she fought it. Instead, she looked at him like she wanted to devour him—the way he’d been looking at her all summer.
His eyes were wide, as he watched her move closer. She could see he was drawn to her. With her heart beating madly, she kept moving closer and closer to him until her chest was nearly brushing his. Her nipples stood out prominently. He noticed, and his eyes flashed back to hers with a smile.
She reached her hand up to touch his cheek, breathing heavily, staring into his eyes.
“Keira,” he sighed and placed his hand over hers, his eyelids lowering at her touch, “we can’t do this.”
“Why? Don’t you want me?” she asked. She tried to keep her voice firm but she couldn’t help the slightly pleading look in her eyes.
“Oh god, Keira,” Nico sighed, “of course I do. You know I do.” He said as he moved his hand to gently brush back a wayward lock of long black hair that had come loose from her ponytail. She shivered at his touch, staring into his dark eyes. He sighed again and paused. “But it’s just not right.”
“But it’s the end of the season. It doesn’t matter anymore,” she whispered as she moved her body against his. Her nipples, poking through the thin bathing suit material, pressed against his bare chest. He gasped as the skin on her stomach touched his, and her pelvis pressed forward against his. Her skin tingled everywhere and felt so hot.
Nico’s eyes widened and he groaned low in his throat. Keira held her breath waiting for him to make the next move, and she didn’t have to wait long. He was drawn to her. He wanted her. She knew it. She could feel it.
“Oh god,” Nico whispered as he closed the short distance with his mouth, while his hand moved to the nape of her neck, pulling her to him. She felt a rush like pins and needles go through her entire body and she held still as his lips touched hers, gently at first. Quickly he deepened the kiss and pressed against her lips more firmly. She felt his tongue against her lips, and she opened up, inviting him in with her tongue, as she brought her hands up around his shoulders and back, and allowed her body to melt into his. His tongue searched her mouth hungrily. She sighed into his mouth and swirled her tongue around his.
She pressed closer to him and ground her pelvis against him. He was hard. Really hard. She’d occasionally caught glimpses of a slight bulge in his shorts, but she’d never seen him this hard before. It felt so huge and hot and glorious. She felt his big strong hands moving on her back, down to her ass, pulling her against him. She ground her pelvis harder against him and he groaned as she panted for breath.
They surrendered to each other. They devoured each other with the kiss, releasing the passion they’d both been holding back all summer. As he deepened the kiss, and his hands moved frantically over her body, she rubbed her swollen sex against him. He groaned again, seeming to pull her closer, his hard cock pressing into her, as their tongues swirled around each other.
Simultaneously they heard laughter from up the path. They separated instantly, both panting, both flushed, both sporting obvious signs of arousal. He gave her a pleading look and whispered, “Go,” nodding in the direction of the cabins. Her heart was beating madly, both because of the kiss and at the prospect of almost getting caught.
She started walking up the path in the direction she’d been going, and he continued down toward the water. She looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled, noticing he was also looking back at her.
As she continued toward the cabins, the laughter and chatter of several 12–year-old boys grew louder until they came around the bend into sight. She looked back once more. Nico was on the dock, taking a running dive into the lake. She smiled inwardly, knowing he was probably trying to reduce his raging hard on.
The six boys that passed her on their way to the lake were at various stages of that awkward phase of development between boy and man, some of them looking more like boys, some more like men. All of them stopped talking when they saw her, and several stared openly at her breasts. It was probably hard not to stare considering her state; she was flushed and her nipples were poking prominently out of her bathing suit top. She was afraid there might be a wet spot on her crotch too, but she dared not check. She looked down at the ground and walked quickly past them.
Much to her disappointment, Keira didn’t see Nico for the rest of the day. He wasn’t in the dining hall or at any of the evening activities. There was a buzz within the camp, a mixture of excitement and melancholy as everyone knew the summer was drawing to a close and they’d have to say goodbye to their summer friends and return home the next day.
On the last Friday night of the summer, there was always a huge bonfire. Almost everyone in the camp came. She saw Nico only briefly. He caught her eye immediately, and she saw the look of longing, but to her disappointment, he turned away guiltily and didn’t look at her again. He left the campfire shortly afterward.
At bedtime, the counselors and CIT’s herded the kids off to their cabins, and several of the camp’s management staff disappeared. After the kids in her cabin were in bed, Keira walked around in the dark with a flashlight toward the staff cabins wondering what they were up to. She heard music and laughter coming from Gus’ cabin, the manager of the camp. She figured it was an end-of-year party for the management team. It appeared the counselors and CIT’s clearly hadn’t been invited.
Keira returned to her own cabin, dejected, and crawled into her sleeping bag. As she had almost every night that summer, she rubbed her clit and brought herself to another silent shuddering orgasm, thinking of Nico. She lay there in the darkness and couldn’t sleep. She knew the kids were going home tomorrow and she and the other counselors and CITs would be going home on Sunday after one last day of cleaning up the campground. Laying in the dark, she realized she could no longer hear any music coming from the direction of Gus’ cabin. She couldn’t hear anything except the slow steady breathing of her CIT and the kids in her cabin. She was restless and decided it was time to take action.
She got out of bed and quietly rummaged through her clothes for something to wear. She didn’t even know what she was looking for until she came across her shortest shorts and her skimpiest tank top — that was really only appropriate to wear under another shirt. She peeled off her loose t-shirt, shorts, and underwear and pulled on her skimpiest white thong. She wiggled into the tiny baby blue shorts and pulled the white tank top over her head, adjusting her breasts to best advantage and tweaking her nipples. The tank barely covered her full round breasts. Her nipples and areola were actually semi visible through the thin cotton. The stretchy material of the shorts hugged her curves and came down just barely far enough to cover her ass, riding up significantly between her ass cheeks.
Keira took her hair out of its pony tail, letting her black tresses cascade down around her shoulders. She ran her hands over her nipples. She felt sinful and sultry. And scared out of her mind. She forced that thought down and focused on what she wanted. She reminded herself how she would feel if she let these last two evenings go by without even trying to be with Nico. She imagined kicking herself for months or years, torturing herself with ‘what if’ and ‘why didn’t I’ thoughts. She decided she couldn’t bare that. It would be better to be rejected by him and know definitely ‘what if’, than to always wonder for the rest of her life. Girding up her confidence, she wrapped her dark fluffy robe around her, slipped on her sandals and let herself quietly out of her cabin.
Even in the dark, she knew the paths of this camp like the back of her hand, so she didn’t use a flashlight as she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. Luckily a full moon lit her way so she wouldn’t trip over a tree root or rock.
The closer she got to Nico’s cabin, the more nervous she got. Her heart was beating hard and fast. She struggled to slow her breathing. She wondered for the hundredth time if this was a good idea. Doubts swirled in her mind. Who the hell did she think she was? She wasn’t some kind of seductress. This wasn’t like her. But she reminded herself they were almost out of time and she knew she would regret it if she didn’t try something.
Breathing heavily, with her heart in her throat, she arrived at Nico’s cabin. She could see light coming from under the door, indicating that he — hopefully — wasn’t already asleep. She took off her robe and left it on the Muskoka chair beside his front door. She adjusted the tank top again for maximum visible cleavage, so that it barely covered her nipples, and then she pinched her nipples making them stand out prominently. She smoothed back her long black hair and licked her lips. She took a long deep breath and let it out raggedly. Another deep breath, a little more smooth this time, and then she softly knocked on the door.
She heard shuffling from inside the cabin. As he opened the door, she let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. He looked so sexy wearing only boxers, his hair disheveled.
“Keira,” his eyes and voice showed surprise and delight at seeing her.
“Hey,” she smiled her most sultry smile at him.
“You shouldn’t be… here…” he started, but his sentence trailed off as his eyes moved downward over her body. She was delighted to note that look he’d given her all summer — like he wanted to devour her — was back again. She watched his gaze travel over her, breathing shallow breaths, causing her chest to rise and fall. His gaze slowly came back up, pausing briefly on her breasts. His eyes flashed back up to hers, darker than she’d ever seen them.
“Now, that’s not fair,” he said playfully, with a knowing smile. “I’m only human.”
She smiled guiltily, and allowed her eyes to roam over his body for a moment noticing the tent forming in his shorts.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, saying, “Come in before someone sees you.”
Once inside, she summoned all her courage and stepped toward him. To her dismay he stepped back, his palms up, like he was afraid to touch her. She smiled at the noble gesture, yet she knew they had already gotten past this when they kissed earlier. There was no denying this anymore.
“Keira, we shouldn’t do this,” he said completely without conviction.
She smiled at the lack of conviction in his voice, and stepped forward again, saying, “Nico, the summer’s over. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
He didn’t move this time. She stepped forward again, panting, her breasts heaving. She noticed his gaze flash to her breasts again and back to her eyes. He was breathing heavily too. She sidled forward ever so slowly, so that her body was almost touching his.
He tried to step back again, but realized he was too close to the wall. He tried to appeal to her. “Look, Gus said he would castrate me if I so much as touched any of the counselors or CITs.”
The look in his eyes contradicted his words.
“No one has to know,” she whispered.
With her heart beating so loud she was sure he must hear it, she moved forward again and pressed her body against his, her lips mere inches from his. Her nipples were lightly grazing his chest and she could feel his erection against her belly. “I know you want this as much as I do,” she breathed, and she pressed her pelvis forward against his hard-on to punctuate her words.
“Keira,” he whispered as he reached up and gently smoothed a lock of hair off her face, staring into her eyes.
That intimate gesture coupled with the feral look in his eyes told her she was right. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressed her body closer against him, and ground her pelvis into his rock hard cock, drawing a gasp from him. She smiled and moved her open mouth closer to his, and touched his lips.
His resolve gone, Nico moaned and brought his hands up to touch her back, pulling her closer as he dove into her mouth aggressively with his tongue. She rejoiced inside as he surrendered to her and they explored the depths of each other’s mouths, panting and gasping for air as their hands frantically explored each other’s bodies. He brought his hand up between them and gently slid it over her breast and nipple, causing her to shudder and moan.
Keira moved back slightly to create some space between them, and he took the opportunity to slide his hand up under her tank top to cup her soft breast, her hard nipple pressing into his palm. He moved his palm over it while squeezing slightly as his other hand began sliding the material of the tank top up her midriff.
She pulled away from the kiss panting as he lifted the tank top up and she lifted her arms to assist. He pulled it off and threw it over his head somewhere behind him. His gaze was riveted to her breasts as they bounced slightly after being released by the cotton.
Nico’s eyes widened appreciatively as he brought both hands up to caress her full round breasts and pinch the nipples between his thumb and fingers. She gasped as a jolt of electrical pleasure ran through her. She leaned forward to kiss him again, while he continued to tweak and roll her nipples. They kissed passionately again, their tongues swirling around each other, until she gasped again from the stimulation to her breasts.
Panting, she kissed across his jaw and down his neck, while she moved her hand between his legs. She glided her fingertips over his balls and up the length of his shaft, causing him to groan. She pulled back the waistband of his boxers, slid her hand inside and wrapped it around his hard cock, drawing a low groan from him. She continued kissing down his neck to his collarbone, then pulled back and gazed up at his surprised face. His eyes widened as he realized what she had in mind.
She licked her lips seductively and dropped to her knees in front him, pulling his boxers down with her, letting them drop around his ankles. She had waited for this moment for so long. Finally, his cock bobbed free in front of her face and she looked up at him and smiled wickedly, while she wrapped one hand around it and slid the other up the inside of his thigh to caress his balls.
She’d only given head to two guys before and didn’t feel very skilled at the time, although they’d both been excited enough to receive it. Meantime, she’d read some pointers on how to do it better and she had been waiting all summer to try them on Nico.
She stroked his hard cock, looking at it longingly, enjoying the way his hot soft skin slid over the hardness beneath. She looked up at him, seeing him watching her intently, and maintaining eye contact, she stuck her tongue out and flicked off the drop of precum that had formed at the tip.
“Mmmmm,” she said, smiling at tasting him for the first time.
Still maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and drew the glans into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the head. Nico’s eyes widened and he groaned appreciatively.
She returned her gaze to the task at hand and slid her mouth down over his cock, swirling her tongue around the underside as she drew more and more in, until her lips met her hand that was grasping it around the base. Then she tried to relax her throat and breathe through her nose like she’d read, and she pushed a little further and found that she didn’t gag. Nico moaned deeply as his entire length was buried within her.
Keira slid back and swirled her hand along with her mouth, ensuring there was constantly moving pressure on his shaft, while she continued to fondle his balls with her other hand. She pulled back till just the tip was in her mouth, looked up at him, and swirled her tongue around the glans. The look on his face delighted her. His face had taken on a flush she’d never seen, that seemed to make his light brown skin glow. He was breathing fast and deep, and his entire concentration was focused on her. She loved being able to give him such pleasure.
She smiled with her eyes, while sucking on the tip of his cock, and then plunged down to the base quickly, sucking hard. Nico gasped, and Keira smiled inwardly knowing she’d done something right. She pulled back, keeping up the pressure to the tip and swirled her tongue around it again. She plunged down again, pulled back while sucking, swirled and plunged down again.
Establishing a steady rhythm, Keira could hear Nico breathing harder. When she pulled up to the tip, she glanced up to notice his eyes were closed and his head was tipped back slightly, so she renewed her vigor, plunging down rapidly again. She continued this pace for several minutes and his pelvis started thrusting slightly. Nico started moaning quietly on every down-stroke, and brought his hands to the back of her head, as if to get her attention.
“Keira, stop,” Nico moaned, his voice lower and raspier than she’d ever heard it.
Keira kept going and hummed around him. Nico groaned deeply.
“Ohhh… Keira stop,” Nico ground out with effort, “I’m close.”
He tried to push her head away, but she swatted at his hand, while looking up at him and smiling seductively with her eyes. She’d never let a guy cum in her mouth before but she desperately wanted Nico to do it now. She wanted to do this for him and she wanted to taste him for herself. His eyes widened.
“Oh god… Keira… I… I can’t hold back,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
She squeezed his balls, and hummed as she plunged back down on him sucking harder than ever, pulling back, sucking hard, up and down, keeping a steady pace.
She felt a twitch and pulse in his balls and then the vein under his cock pulsed. She was amazed that she could actually feel it coming up his shaft. She continued to suck hard, humming, encouraging him to cum.
Nico groaned low and long as he released the first blast and it hit the back of her throat with a fair amount of force, which took her by surprise. But as it swirled around in her mouth, she realized it didn’t taste so bad. Hot and salty. Slightly pungent, slightly acidic. She was swallowing as Nico groaned again, the vein pulsed again, and another spurt filled her mouth. Then another. So she continued sucking, holding all that liquid in her mouth and then swallowed. She sucked again and a little more came out. She swallowed that too. Nico let out a little sigh as she released his cock. She looked at it and licked the last drop off the tip, then looked up at him and licked her lips. She felt so proud of herself.
“Oh my god, Keira,” he started as he bent over to pull her back to standing. “That was incredible.”
She smiled as he pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth. His tongue pressed forward. She was surprised he wanted to kiss her after she’d just swallowed his cum. She welcomed him in and allowed her tongue to dance around his. Standing again, she realized her knees were sore. Furthermore, she was more aroused than she ever remembered being.
She kissed him passionately, and his hands slid down to her ass and traced the contours of her thong under the skimpy shorts. He ran his hand along the bottom of the shorts where they practically went up her ass. He groaned appreciatively and slid his hands to the top of her shorts, on her hips. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and began pulling them down. Letting them settle down around her ankles. She looked down to step out of them and then looked back to him.
His eyes were dark and she was panting heavily, watching him, as his hand then slid along the edge of the thong over her hip to the front, finding it soaked. He smiled wickedly at her and pressed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, as his finger slid easily under the tiny soaked strip of material now lodged between her swollen slippery lips. She made a sound between a moan and a cry and thrust her hips forward, forcing his fingers deeper inside.
He pulled away from kissing her, and she whimpered in protest as he withdrew his fingers. Keira gasped as he sucked his fingers. It was so hot to see him do that right in front of her face. He smiled seductively at her as he tasted her. She looked down and realized he was already rock hard again.
He swiftly grasped both sides of her thong and peeled it off her, growling, “On the bed, on your back, now.” His commanding tone and the predatory look in his eyes, both thrilled and frightened her, sending a shiver through her and making her heart speed up even more.
She quickly and happily complied and propped up on her elbows to watch him. His cock bobbed, fully erect in front of him, as he stalked toward the side of the bed. That hungry look never leaving his face, combined with delight. She’d never felt more desired, more aroused. The anticipation, wondering what he was going to do to her, was exhilarating. She didn’t have to wait long.
Leaning over her, Nico kissed her deeply, while both hands came to her breasts, his fingers and thumbs gently swirling the nipples, making her moan in his mouth. He kissed down her jaw and neck, trailing his lips and tongue across her left breast, keeping his hand on the other. She gasped as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue while twirling the right between his thumb and finger. He drew her nipple into his mouth and grasped it between his teeth, giving gentle but firm pressure, while pulling gently on her right nipple with his fingers. Electric jolts of pleasure coursed through her from both nipples outward, giving her pins and needles all over. She moaned and arched her back, panting for breath.
Nico released her nipples and kissed and licked his way down the valley between her breasts. She shivered and sighed as his tongue slid up and around her right breast, swirling and twirling around the areola. Keira panted for breath as he flicked her nipple with his tongue and slid his hand over her left breast. Simultaneously, he sucked her right nipple into his mouth while pinching the left. Keira moaned and arched her back off the bed as pleasure jolted out from her nipples throughout her body. Nico pulled a little harder on both nipples, making the sensations even more intense and eliciting a cry from Keira.
He looked up at her with a smile in his eyes, knowing what he was doing to her, as his hand glided ever so lightly across her stomach and around her hip, skirting the area where she wanted it most. She’d fantasized for so long about his fingers and tongue touching her there, and it was driving her crazy how slow he was going. Her two previous boyfriends had always been hurried and unskillful. Some part of her knew that going slow was somehow better, but she was so impatient right now.
Nico slid his hand back up her hip and glanced up at her again. She had a pleading look in her eyes. He smiled knowingly, and began kissing and nibbling down her stomach, tickling her, making her twist and squirm. She gasped and moaned, until he reached the top of her trimmed dark pubic hair. She arched up into him, trying to force his mouth to where she wanted it. She heard him chuckle and she moaned pleadingly. He kissed and licked around her pubic mound. Keira was panting and shaking with need. She’d never been so worked up, so excited. She didn’t know how long she could take this.
“Please,” she heard herself say, surprised that she’d actually said it aloud. She heard Nico’s throaty growl in return.
Suddenly he dipped his head down and licked her like an ice-cream cone from the bottom of her labia right up to her clit. She cried out and arched up. He did it again, and her lips swelled and parted. Then she felt his tongue between her lips, slide up from her hole and over her clit. The jolt that went through her nearly had her bucking off the bed. This was the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced and he’d barely gotten started.
Keira moaned loudly as Nico started forcing his tongue in and out of her hole. Then he moved up to her clit and sucked on it. Keira bucked again and was nearly convulsing as he started flicking his tongue back and forth across it. She moaned loudly, and Nico looked up and “Shhhed” her with a knowing smile. Panting heavily, chest heaving, face flushed, she gave him a look between amusement and admonishment. She realized his windows were open and she shouldn’t make so much noise, but HE was the one causing her to make these noises! How could he expect her to be quiet?
Nico returned his attention to her clit, causing her to cry out again, so she stuck her hand in her mouth to muffle her involuntary responses. She felt Nico’s fingers enter her, and thrilled at the new combination of sensations. He increased the pressure on her clit, pressing hard and flicking across it with his tongue, and then he did something with his fingers, twirling them inside her. He started pressing his fingers into her, deep inside. Suddenly she felt a new sensation. Different than anything she’d ever felt. It was so intense, she could barely believe it. It rolled and built like a wave inside, while incredible jolts of pleasure emanated outward from her clit causing her body to writhe and shudder.
“Oh my god…” she panted. “Nico… what are you… ohh,” she moaned. “I never… Ohhhhhh gawwwwwd,” she cried and then remembered to stick her hand back in her mouth to stifle the end of her moan. The pressure inside her was incredible, combined with the sensation from her clit, she felt like she would burst. She didn’t know what he was doing to her, but she knew it was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. Her body convulsed, and even with her hand in her mouth it was not enough to muffle the cry that issued forth from her.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Keira cried and moaned, around her fingers, as her body tensed and convulsed and shuddered. Liquid she didn’t even know she was capable of producing gushed onto Nico’s chin. If she had not been so caught up in the sensations she would have been embarrassed about soaking him, but she was too far gone to care. Nico slowed his movements within her and on her clit as she kept shuddering.
Suddenly the stimulation to her clit was too much — somewhere between intense tickling and pain. Panting for breath, Keira wiggled away from him, whispering “stop, stop, too much.”
Nico looked up at her with a satisfied smile on his wet face. He grabbed his pillow and wiped his face on it as he climbed up over her while she tried desperately and unsuccessfully to slow her breathing.
Still panting, Keira wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her, their fully naked bodies pressing together for the first time. Her nipples were pressed against his chest. His hard cock was nestled in between her swollen, wet lips.
She kissed him firmly on the mouth. ‘If he can taste himself on my mouth, I can do the same, ‘ she thought. She found the taste was not unpleasant, and she reveled in kissing Nico again and pulling his body tight against hers. She pulled away from kissing him momentarily to catch her breath and looked into his eyes. He was smiling.
“Oh god, Nico, I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she whispered, still panting.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” he replied with a knowing smile.
“What did you do to me?”
“I rubbed your g-spot while sucking on your clit,” he smiled.
“Did I know?” he finished her thought as she nodded. “Three older brothers,” he smiled. “They shared their wisdom with me.”
“Wow,” she whispered, as her eyes sparkled delightedly at him.
She pulled him in for another kiss, and felt his erection against her. She could feel it between her lips, pressing against her sensitive clit. They shared another passionate kiss as she ground her pelvis against his hardness. He groaned in her mouth.
She stopped kissing him again, and looking in his deep dark eyes, she whispered so quietly against his lips, “I want you, Nico. I want to feel you inside me.” His eyes widened and he smiled. She spread her legs wide as he slid up, positioning himself.
‘This is it,‘ she thought, ‘I’m finally going to lose my virginity.‘ She thought she would be scared at this moment — she’d heard it could hurt — but she wasn’t afraid. She was calm and ready.
She held her breath and braced herself as she felt the head of his cock at her wet and swollen opening. He rubbed it up and down in her juices causing a jolt of pleasure as it brushed over her clit.
“Nick!” They were both startled by the unmistakable loud voice of Gus, just outside the window.
Keira gasped in fear and they both froze.
“Nicky!” Gus called again.
They were busted.
Fear not, dear readers; I shall not leave you hanging for too long. Chapter 2 was submitted on the same day as this chapter, so hopefully it will post in a couple of days.
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