I was partially hidden among the leaves of the mulberry tree, with one arm wrapped around the trunk and the other stretched over my head. My fingers grasped for the sweetest berries, which tended to be among the higher branches.
“Sophie! I thought I’d find you here,” a voice said from below, making me jump.
Glancing down, I spotted Troy looking up at me with a grin. I let out a squeal of excitement, then quickly feigned a stern expression. “You shouldn’t sneak up on a girl like that,” I scolded him. “You could have made me fall!”
Though I wasn’t very high off the ground, it still would have made for a hard landing.
“I figured you saw me coming,” he said, his playful smile never faltering. “I knocked on your door, and your mom told me you were out back.”
“I didn’t think you’d be here so soon,” I said. I started to make my way down the tree, then hesitated as my eyes locked with Troy’s.
It had been only a few months since I’d last seen him during his spring break, but it seemed as though we had to get used to each other all over again after being apart for any length of time. He still looked the same: tall and thin to the point of lankiness. I figured if either one of us looked different, it was me. I’d been working at the factory for almost a year now, and the job felt soul-draining at times.
Troy and I were both nineteen, but our lives had taken different paths. I told myself I was glad that he’d decided to get out of this town and make something of himself, even if I’d chosen to stay behind.
Yet I missed him terribly sometimes. The letters we wrote while he was away at college never came close to making up for the times we used to spend taking walks through the woods, talking about anything and everything.
Troy and I had grown up as neighbors; our houses were the only ones on this rural road out in the country. While my daily drive to my job in town was a drag, I loved living out in the woods, surrounded by wildness and beauty. It was one of the reasons I’d chosen to stay in this place after I graduated high school. The lack of money was the other reason.
Now Troy slid his hands in his jeans pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Are you going to stay up in that tree all day?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I replied, keeping one arm wrapped tight around the tree trunk. “The best berries are up here.”
Troy grimaced. “Too tart for my taste, but I remember how much you always loved them. Good thing you’re dressed in old clothes.” He tilted his head to the side, as if studying me, and his grin returned. “In fact, those shorts are a bit loose on you. I can see right up them.”
A blush heated my cheeks. “Liar,” I said, resisting the urge to cross my legs tightly together. That would be a good way to lose my balance while standing on this limb!
“Honest to God, I can,” he said. “My, my, and you’re wearing pink panties, too. I never would have guessed you to be the girly type.”
“I didn’t choose them; Mom bought me underwear as a stocking stuffer for Christmas,” I retorted. “And stop looking, you pervert!” I climbed down the tree as quickly as I could, scraping my calf in the process.
As soon as I stood before Troy, he threw his head back and laughed. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Sophie! You have berry juice all over you.”
I grinned in spite of myself and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I couldn’t very well carry them down with me, so I had to eat them while I was up there,” I pointed out. I figured my mouth was stained, and one glance downward revealed that my old white t-shirt was also spotted. I wasn’t sure how many washings it would take to get the stains off my fingertips.
“Come here, you,” Troy said, drawing me into a hug.
I let him embrace me but held my hands away from his shirt. “I don’t want to stain your clothes,” I said. Still, I couldn’t resist nuzzling his neck and breathing in his scent.
After we slowly withdrew, I stared up at him. His eyes were a dazzling blue; they were almost the same color as the chicory flowers that grew beside the road. His dark hair was thick and a little wavy. I noticed he’d nicked himself shaving that morning.
Though his freshman year of college had ended back in the spring, he’d initially traveled halfway across the country to spend some time with his grandparents on his mom’s side. His last letter told me he’d be coming home for the summer this weekend, but I’d counted on him arriving later today, closer to evening.
Troy gave my auburn ponytail a playful tug as he smiled at me affectionately. Then his gaze softened, and he appeared almost worried. “You look tired. What kind of hours do they have you working at the factory?” he asked.
“Long ones,” I replied, looking away so he wouldn’t see just how much I hated the job. “The pay’s not bad, though.”
Troy took my hands in his and ran his thumbs over my knuckles. “That place will wear you down really fast,” he said quietly. “You know that.”
I pulled away from him and forced a smile. “Not all of us can afford to go to college,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.
While Troy and I were neighbors, his parents were wealthier than mine. His father had built on land out here that Troy’s grandfather had given him. While my dad worked a blue-collar job and my mom was a housewife, Troy’s parents had their own business in town.
Yet Troy had never made me feel inferior in any way. No, that was all my doing, and only since he’d left for college. I feared his fondness for me would diminish over time as his world expanded and mine stayed the same.
Troy sighed and slung an arm around my shoulders. “You know we’ve talked about this,” he said as we strolled toward the woods and the usual path we took. “You and I can share an apartment while I’m at school. I’ve already decided not to live in the dorm for another year, and I know the exact place I’m going to rent. You don’t have to go to college, Sophie, but I’m sure you can find a far less back-breaking job than the one you have now if you leave this town and live with me.”
Just hearing him say the words made me shiver despite the summer heat. His suggestion filled me with longing and trepidation at the same time. “And I told you,” I said, leaning against him, “that it wouldn’t be fair to you. You’re making a new life for yourself, and I would have to rely on you way too much at first, since I’d be in a completely unfamiliar place.” I gave him a playful nudge. “I would totally cramp your style.”
“That’s bullshit,” Troy shot back, and his tone bordered on exasperated. He stopped and turned to me. “Did you even bother to read all those letters I sent you?”
“Every single one,” I said, my voice wavering with sudden emotion I couldn’t hide.
“So you should know how much I’ve missed you, and how much I’ve wished we could be together,” he went on. His words, and the intensity of his stare, made me avert my eyes. “We’ve been friends forever, and I hope that never changes, regardless of what happens in our lives.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak; I wasn’t sure how my voice would sound, or exactly what I would say. Troy seemed to understand, for he grabbed my hand.
“Let’s head into the woods,” he said. “Looks like you’ve already gotten too much sun on your face.”
With my fair skin, I was nearly always at risk of burning, but I figured hanging out in the mulberry tree would have protected me from the sun.
As we moved deeper into the woods, following the worn path we knew like the lines in our palms, we kept the conversation light. I asked him how his visit with his grandparents went, and what classes he would be taking for his sophomore year. Then I couldn’t resist bringing up his love life.
“You kept your letters to me mostly PG-rated, but you did happen to mention a girl named Deb a few times,” I said. “What’s that all about?”
Troy smiled and shook his head. “Nothing serious. Deb’s a lot of fun.”
“Oh, is that so?” I hooted with laughter. “You’re actually blushing right now, so she must be a hell of a lot of fun!”
“She taught me a few things, that’s for sure,” he admitted.
“So I guess it’s safe to assume you’re not a virgin anymore,” I said, linking my arm in his. “I know you were when you left this town.”
“Only because I told you I was,” Troy said, then gave me a helpless shrug. “Come on, Sophie. It’s college. Of course I’m going to try to get laid.”
I rolled my eyes at his evasiveness. “But did you succeed?” I wanted to know.
“Yes!” he practically shouted through his own laughter. “Are you happy now?”
I jumped onto his back, the way I used to, and he carried me a bit, grumbling all the while. “I am happy for you,” I lied through my teeth. The truth was, it bothered me to think of him with another girl, though our relationship had always been strictly platonic. Maybe I just didn’t want someone else stealing away all his attention. “And I hope you’re happy for me,” I went on, my lips close to his ear. “Because I’m not a virgin anymore, either.”
Troy almost dropped me, and I found myself clinging to him in fear as I let out a shriek. “What the hell, Sophie? You didn’t tell me any of this!”
He set me back down on my feet and turned to me, all the amusement having vanished from his face.
I felt like I was being reamed out for doing something wrong. “It only happened a couple months ago, after I last saw you in the spring,” I said. “I certainly wasn’t going to describe it in a letter. What did you want me to write? ‘Hey, Troy, someone finally popped my cherry!'”
I hoped to make him laugh, but instead, he gently grasped my arm, his eyes never leaving mine. “Who was he?” he asked. Troy knew I’d never had a serious boyfriend.
“Some older guy I met through a co-worker,” I said, feeling my face grow hot. “He doesn’t live around here; he was just visiting for a week or so. Anyway, we went out on a couple of dates, and…” I held up my hands. “I figured it was time, you know? I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And he was nice. Gentle and respectful, and he didn’t freak out when he found out it would be my first time.”
Troy ran a hand through his hair. “I guess a lot has changed, huh?”
“I guess it has,” I replied.
He gave me a sidelong glance. “And did you enjoy it… with this older guy?”
My eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Probably as much as you enjoyed doing it with Deb,” I told him.
“Well…” He drew the word out slowly. “Deb certainly made me come. Did this guy make you come?”
I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicken. Troy and I had always been open and honest with each other, but we tended to skirt around the topic of sex, only brushing over it. Now it seemed he wanted to know intimate details.
I folded my arms over my chest. “If I didn’t know better, I would think that you’re jealous, Troy,” I said. I figured those words would make him scoff, and it would put an end to this strange conversation, which was both uncomfortable and titillating to me.
“Maybe I am,” he said simply, giving me a long stare. “Maybe I wish I’d been your first.”
“Well, you certainly didn’t save yourself for me,” I said with a smirk.
Troy took several slow steps toward me, backing me up against the trunk of a large oak. He was so close, his lips were just inches from mine. “But I would have,” he whispered, “if you had wanted me to.”
I couldn’t look in his eyes; instead, I stared at the front of his shirt while I reeled from his revelation. “I never knew… you felt that way about me,” I finally managed to say.
He ducked his head, catching my gaze. “Sophie, no matter who I slept with in college, I was always thinking of you.”
I drew in a sharp breath, my eyes growing wide. The blood rushing through me sounded like a roar in my head, and I felt a surge of arousal between my thighs.
Leaning back against the tree, I closed my eyes, and a soft moan escaped me when I felt Troy’s lips brush against my neck.
“Troy, I don’t want to mess up our friendship.” I forced myself to utter those words despite my desire for him, a desire he’d made me acknowledge.
“Then tell me you only think of me as a friend,” he whispered in my ear.
Finally I opened my eyes and met his stare. “I can’t,” I said.
He lowered his mouth to mine, and as we shared our first kiss, Troy made a satisfied sound deep in his throat. His lips were so soft, so warm and inviting, before his kiss grew more demanding. His tongue touched mine, and I whimpered with a fierce longing. The crotch of my panties was growing wetter by the second.
Suddenly his hands were all over me, gently cupping my breasts through my shirt, and sliding lower to grip my ass. I realized I loved knowing how excited he was; my body completely yielded to his touch. And when he pressed me firmly against him, I could feel how hard he already was for me. All the while, his mouth hungrily claimed mine, and our tongues danced together between our lips.
When Troy finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes held a question as he reached for the hem of my shirt. I quickly nodded, granting him permission.
He lifted up my shirt, revealing my plain white bra. For a moment, he simply stared at my breasts, and I found myself hoping the sight of them measured up to his fantasies.
Then Troy pulled up my bra, exposing me and making me gasp. I didn’t have a chance to speak before he pressed his face into those mounds, releasing a sigh of pleasure. “I want to suck on these so bad,” he murmured. “My mouth is literally watering.”
I held up my shirt for him, freeing his hands. His words made my hips thrust forward just a little, but enough to make him notice. “Then do it,” I said.
Troy looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Is that a dare, Sophie?”
I quickly nodded. “I dare you to suck on my tits, Troy.” My breath was coming fast, as if I’d just finished running at a sprint. “And I dare you to take your cock out so I can stroke it.”
He released a cry that betrayed his own longing, and I saw he was trembling. As he worked at the button and zipper of his jeans, my nipples grew even harder, practically begging to be taken between his lips.
My large areolae were a pale peach color, and Troy swirled the tip of his tongue all around my left one. Before he could latch on, I eased him back a bit so I could see his fully erect cock, which he now grasped. The sight of it made me ache deep in my core, and a kind of wild abandon took over me as I dared to massage the tip with my fingers. He had a beautiful mushroom head, and a girth to his shaft that made me think he might stretch me more than just a little.
I felt Troy pulse beneath my touch, and then his mouth sought my nipple, sucking hard. “Yes!” I cried, stroking his cock, fondling him with both hands. His moans, muffled by my breast, grew louder when I simultaneously stroked his length and cupped his balls.
Gliding my thumb gently over his slit, I felt a little pre-cum there. Troy squeezed my left breast while turning his attention to my right, gently taking the nipple between his teeth. Then he began suckling once more, and each pull of his mouth caused a throb of need deep inside me.
I was ready to strip off my shorts and those pink panties right then and there, but a faint, familiar sound made me freeze.
Troy quickly lifted his head, then groaned in frustration. “Jesus Christ, your mother is calling for you, Sophie!”
“I’m sorry!” I said, then looked down again at his hard cock, which pulsed with his heartbeat. While I was soaking wet between my thighs, I figured Troy needed release even more than I did.
I went back to stroking him, ignoring my mother’s distant voice.
Troy sucked in his breath through his teeth, staring down at my hand pleasuring him. “Sophie…”
“It’s okay,” I said. “I want you to come. Just focus on me,” I urged him. “Focus on my tits.”
He played with my breasts, tugging and twisting the nipples, but not too roughly, while I worked to bring him to climax. “Oh God!” he gasped, and I could see him tensing up. His face was full of a desperate need, and I knew I had him right at the edge.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I told him in a high-pitched plaintive voice. “I can’t wait to feel this thick cock deep inside, stretching me…”
Troy let out a cry and then a low groan, and I felt his hot semen striking my lower belly in spurts. The sight of it shooting out of him and covering my skin made me grow weak-kneed, and I had to resist the urge to reach between my legs and rub my clit.
“Fuck, I made a mess. I’m sorry,” he panted.
“It’s fine,” I assured him, pulling off my t-shirt so I could use it to mop up his semen. “I’m going to take a shower when I get back to the house, and I’ll throw this shirt in the laundry.”
I pulled the shirt back on as Troy put away his cock, which was still quite hard. Then I flashed him a sly smile. “Feels dirty, but also sexy, to be wearing a shirt covered with your cum.”
A blush invaded his face and neck, and then he reached for me and kissed me hard. “Let me come over tonight,” he whispered against my lips. “I know you like mulberries, but there’s another kind of juice I want to be covered in.”
His filthy words made me moan. “I’ll meet you in the back yard at eleven,” I told him, then broke away so I could dart back to the house.
I feared my mother would take one look at me and immediately know what I’d been up to, but she didn’t seem suspicious as she asked me to help her with some random household task that she could have easily managed herself. Mom liked Troy well enough, but I guessed she wanted to keep a close eye on us, never quite understanding the deep friendship we had.
Which had now deepened into something more.
* * *
My parents were fast asleep by eleven o’ clock most nights, so that was when Troy and I had always arranged to meet. Before, we’d hung out in my yard talking about our hopes and dreams, and even confessing some of our fears, but I knew we were now meeting for a different reason, and I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the change in the both of us. It seemed surreal when I thought back on what we’d done together in the woods.
My bewilderment did nothing to dampen my arousal, however, and I masturbated in the shower, the spray of the water muffling the sound of my moans. I pulled on my nipples, harder than Troy had, and I worked two and then three fingers deep inside me, thrusting as I imagined Troy’s cock opening me wide.
I came with a cry and shook violently. Without warning, tears filled my eyes, and I leaned against the shower wall, overcome by how deep my feelings were for Troy. All the days I had missed him, and longed to talk to him, to touch him and hear his voice, came flooding back. I knew that if he and I crossed this threshold, it would kill me when he left town again.
Daylight faded, giving way to darkness. I tried to pretend everything was normal as I watched some TV with my parents, but I felt like I was ready to jump out of my skin. The anticipation for the night ahead was driving me crazy.
At a little after ten, I told my parents I was heading to bed, and I slipped down the hall to my room. With only my bedside table lamp on for light, I chose to wear a green strapless sundress, one with a stretchy top that could easily be pulled down. Troy had already seen plenty of my breasts, and I was eager to let him get another look, and another feel, of them.
By eleven, the house around me was silent, and I crept out into the dark hallway, easily moving through the shadows toward the back door. Holding my breath, I let myself outside, but I flipped the porch light on as I did. My parents’ room faced the front of the house, so I knew they wouldn’t notice the back porch light shining.
While that light provided some illumination, the place in the yard where I was headed remained in shadow. I walked on bare feet away from the house and toward the hammock which hung between two sturdy oaks.
Troy was waiting for me there. Neither of us spoke as he pulled me into his arms.
“Are you okay?” he murmured against my hair, and I knew he was referring to what had happened earlier. I hurriedly nodded, and he drew back so he could look me over. “Now that is a nice dress,” he told me. His face was mostly hidden in shadows, but I could hear the appreciative note in his voice.
“I picked it out just for you,” I said, then pulled the top down quickly before yanking it back up.
“I’ll do anything you want if you keep the top of your dress down while we’re out here,” he said in a guttural voice. “Please, Sophie…”
I grinned, glancing over my shoulder at the house. If my parents looked outside, they’d be able to make out my form, along with Troy’s. They might even be able to see my bare breasts, and if that turned out to be the case, I would be in deep shit.
But the chances of my parents getting up right after going to bed were slim, and if Troy and I were to lie together in the hammock, I could turn toward him, concealing my semi-nakedness.
“If my parents catch me out here, I’ll have no choice but to leave town with you,” I warned Troy. Yet I lowered the top of my dress again, letting my breasts free.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed, as if seeing them for the first time. I giggled as he squeezed and kissed them, making my nipples hard.
When he took my hand and led me to the hammock, we managed to lie down together as we had so many times before, and I turned to face him, nestling up against his side. I closed my eyes as his palm moved over my bare back, stroking my skin. He seemed content to hold me, his foot gently pushing against the ground so that the hammock softly swayed.
“So, what color panties are you wearing now?” he suddenly asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Wait, let me guess!”
I snorted with laughter. “Guess all you want. You’ll still be wrong,” I said.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
I couldn’t hold back my own grin. “Because I’m not wearing any,” I confessed.
He scoffed. “Now who’s the liar?”
“Feel for yourself and find out!” I challenged him, then threw my leg over his.
Troy was still and quiet for a long moment. “Are you daring me?” he finally asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied. “Now are you going to be a chickenshit, or are you going to do it?”
I half-expected him to feel through my dress, so my eyes widened and my breath caught in my chest when he slid his hand up my leg. With his face turned toward mine, and his mouth just inches from my lips, Troy slid his hand over my bare skin, beneath my dress.
As he touched me, the dress moved higher up my legs, exposing more of my body. I pressed my face against his shirt, trembling with excitement.
We both moaned when he cupped a hand between my thighs. “I’ll be damned,” he whispered. “You weren’t kidding! Sorry I called you a liar.”
“Show me how sorry you are,” I whispered back, my lips moving against his neck, and he released a soft sigh.
While exploring my folds, he gathered up some of my ample wetness on his fingertips, then circled my clit. I whimpered and sought out his mouth for a kiss, and he readily returned it.
“Mmm, you’re dripping wet,” he murmured, and I wondered if I got a lot wetter than Deb. I wondered if Troy liked that.
He answered my question by bringing his fingers to his lips and licking my juices from them. I stared in fascination at his blatant lust, his openness in revealing just how much he wanted me.
As he returned to teasing my clit with just one fingertip, which was wet from his saliva, I began writhing with my own wanting.
“Careful, or you’ll flip us out of this thing,” Troy cautioned, but he was obviously pleased by my needy state.
I spread my legs and lifted my dress up to my hips. With my breasts also exposed, I was practically naked.
“You are fucking gorgeous,” Troy said in a husky voice, and then his fingers were working between my thighs, moving from my entrance to my clit.
I was so unbelievably horny, already desperate for his cock. My breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath I took, and I had to cup a hand over my mouth when Troy applied more pressure to my clit, using his finger to massage that exquisitely tender place where my sensitive nub emerged from its hood.
When my thighs began trembling, he dipped his fingers to my opening and eased two inside me. Though my back arched upward, I managed not to send us toppling out of the hammock. My muscles grew taut as he fingered me, building up my arousal until I let out a loud moan.
“Shh…” Now he was the one cupping a hand over my mouth while he had his way with me.
As soon as his fingers descended on my clit once again, I was gripped by an orgasm that made me shudder and cry out. Troy’s palm muffled the sounds I made, and yet he kept stroking me, moving even faster until I was spasming and rolling my eyes, dangerously close to spilling out onto the ground.
But he managed to hold onto me. “That’s it, baby, come hard for me,” he urged.
Even when I was finished, still trembling from little aftershocks that made my clit pulse, Troy held me, pressing his lips to my forehead.
“You learned a lot at college!” I finally managed to say, and he laughed low and soft. I kissed him eagerly, my body only temporarily sated. I wouldn’t be completely satisfied until I’d come with Troy inside me.
“I’m not on the pill,” I told him, practically growling with frustration. “I mean, I just had my period…”
“Well, I have a condom,” Troy informed me. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness well enough to detect his grin. “Does that make me a creep?”
“Yes,” I said, “but in the very best way. Were you expecting to get lucky tonight?”
“After what we did in the woods today? I was hoping!” he readily admitted.
“If we try to have sex in this hammock, we’re going to fall out and bust our asses,” I said through my giggles.
“No, wait, I’ve got it.” Troy lay on his back and placed a leg on either side of the hammock, his feet resting on the ground. “Now you straddle me while standing…”
I gave him a dubious look. I might have been able to climb trees fairly well, but this would probably require more coordination than I possessed.
It was only when he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, working them down his thighs a bit, along with his underwear, that I threw all caution to the wind and did as he suggested. I stood with a leg on either side of the hammock, my bare feet against the grass.
When I leaned forward to stroke his hard cock, which was pointing straight upward, he reached to grasp my hips at the same time, and I lost my balance, tipping forward and falling into him. I had to press my mouth against the top of his head to muffle my laughter.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “I might kill us both!”
“Then I will die a happy man.”
After I lifted myself up again, my breasts were in his face, and he raised his head to take my right nipple between his lips. My laughs morphed into moans, and I gripped the hammock above his head, holding myself aloft so he could suckle one breast, and then the other.
“Stay just like that,” Troy told me. “No, wait, move up a little, and I’ll move down.”
I stared at him in confusion as he scooted farther downward in the hammock. Then he cupped my ass, moving me forward, and I immediately realized what he planned to do.
It was an awkward position for both of us, but the mild discomfort was readily forgotten when I felt the tip of Troy’s tongue parting my outer lips, then exploring my inner folds. Somehow, despite the exquisite sensation of his mouth between my thighs, I managed to remain upright. At that point, I was practically sitting on his face in an effort to keep my balance while remaining in reach of his mouth.
Troy moaned while lapping up my wetness and swirling his tongue over my entrance. I was shaking as I tried not to make a sound, and a wave of relief washed over me when he grabbed my hips and pulled me down firmly so he could lick and suck my swollen clit.
The stimulation from his mouth was relentless, and it wasn’t long before I was struggling to get free of him, to get some respite from the intensity of his tongue. But he kept a firm hold on me, and I was terrified I would release a wail that would wake my parents.
Only when my whole body shuddered, and I felt one contraction after another deep in my core, did Troy show me any mercy. I was still trembling, barely able to stay on my feet, when he moved upward in the hammock, keeping a tight hold on my hips.
I gasped for breath, staring down at him with silent pleading. I wanted him to take all the pleasure he could from me. I wanted to give him the ecstasy he had so readily given me.
When Troy had me positioned right where he wanted me, he reached into his pocket for the condom. He let me put it on him, moaning at my touch. Once his erection was completely sheathed, I took him in my hand and guided him to my entrance before slowly sinking down.
I’d only had sex once before tonight, and my body was still getting used to the act. Troy’s thickness made me bite my lip, for as wet as I was, it felt as though he were stretching me wider and wider.
All the while, he gazed up at me, looking as helpless as I felt. I couldn’t hold back a whimper. There was a twinge inside me that bordered on pain, and yet the fullness brought such pleasure, too. My body was aching to be filled.
I took him inch by inch while he remained motionless, letting me control the pace. We both moaned far too loudly when I sank all the way down upon him.
“Oh, God, Sophie!” Troy’s fingertips dug into my hips, and I knew he was desperate for me to start fucking him. Yet he continued to wait.
I gave him a tender smile as I tried to commit everything about this moment to memory. After he was gone in the fall, I wanted to easily remember how he looked and felt when we had first made love.
Leaning forward, I gripped the hammock on either side of Troy. Then I began to ride him, my hips thrusting forward and my breasts swaying toward his face.
“Oh, you feel so good!” I told him. I could hear his heavy breathing, and though his hands remained on my hips, I could also feel him surrendering to me, for I was in complete control, being on top of him while we were in a hammock.
“You feel fucking amazing!” he said through his teeth, his jaw tight as he looked down between us to witness me taking him hard and fast.
The hammock gave a little bounce every time I took Troy all the way inside. The ropes binding the hammock to the tree creaked faintly, and I prayed they would hold. If they didn’t, I wasn’t sure I would stop fucking him even if we fell to the ground.
Troy lifted his hands to cup my breasts and give them a gentle squeeze. His touch only spurred me on, and I was sweating as I moved above him, desperate for another climax. My legs were aching from holding me upright in a spread-eagled stance, but I wasn’t about to take a rest until I made us both come.
“Sophie, I love you,” Troy said, his eyes locking with mine.
I grew completely still for a moment, too shocked to maintain my rhythm. Tears sprang to my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away as I smiled. “I love you, too, Troy,” I replied.
Then I returned to my fierce fucking, biting back a yelp as his cock glided over a place deep inside me, a place where my fingers couldn’t reach. “I’m gonna come!” I groaned.
“Thank Christ,” he panted, “because I’m about to explode!”
I threw my head back and laughed, experiencing utter bliss from the feel of Troy inside me, and also from knowing the love he had for me.
I wanted to tell him again, and again. “God, I love you so much!” I said. Being free to speak those words to him set off another round of ecstatic contractions within me, and I spasmed around his cock.
Troy sucked in a sharp breath, and I felt him tense beneath me. Then a groan escaped his lips, followed by another one, as he reached his climax.
I wanted to stay with him, just like that, with both of us trembling and waiting for our breathing to slow, but I knew better, so I leaned forward and gave him a deep kiss. Then I stood up all the way and watched as he removed the condom.
After I’d eased back into the hammock and curled up next to Troy, I noticed he didn’t put his cock back in his pants this time. No, he left it out in full view, and I drank in the gorgeous sight of it while it slowly softened.
For a long time, we didn’t say anything as Troy stroked my hair and I buried my face against his neck.
“When I leave here at the end of the summer,” he finally whispered, “I want you to come with me.”
I pressed a hand to his face, and just before I kissed him, I smiled and said, “I will.”