In the raw gray light of 7:00AM on a Saturday morning in late May, I stood in a parking lot, packing the last armload of Lissa's belongings into the bed of my truck. I shouted to her across the way "You sure that's it?" "Yeah don't worry, that's it. There's nothing but bare walls up there now" she replied. I shut the tailgate and closed the clear plastic door of the cargo cap, and rubbed the start of the weekend stubble on my face, still not feeling awake. Well if she had forgotten anything, it was going to stay in Indiana while she headed down the road to Montana. "I just gotta swing by the office and leave the keys for the landlord".
"Let's just drive that 10 feet, it's too early to exercise, any more than we have" I said. She pocketed the cell phone she had been examining, walked over to the passenger side and got in as I did the same. I drove over to the rental office, she dropped the keys through the mail slot and got back in, and we were off.
I was up at this hour, after working late as a cube-slave the night before, because Lissa was headed back home after the end of the term, and I was her geographically closest friend with a vehicle that could move her stuff back to her mom's place on a shoestring budget. We met when I was a senior and she was still in high school on a college visit with her older friend, Carla, whom I hit on with everything I had to no avail. I failed to separate Carla from her "wing-girl" but then found that Lissa and I instantly hit it off as friends. I wasn't particularly attracted to her, she was a mousy 18-year old who hadn't yet outgrown her baby fat, but we had a love of baseball in common, as well as a knack for conversation.
We argued everything as polar opposites and had a lot of fun doing it. Even though she was chaste for her beliefs, she had a foul mouth, and put most guys to shame on the many holidays students use as excuses for binge drinking. She was innocent but tough and hardly naive. Now I was 25 and out in the world, she was 22 and just finishing her baccalaureate at Kekionga U., my alma mater, which I had helped sell to her all those years before as a solid safety school if Notre Dame didn't come through. Halfway through school, her family moved from the Midwest out to the rolling hills of Montana cow country, but Lissa stayed at Kekionga to finish.
By then she had grown into a unique kind of beauty as the years went by since we met, and I had come to appreciate her for more than her sharp wit. As we headed down the two-lane highway through the farms and fields leading from the little college town to the interstate, we talked about the Detroit Tigers' (her favorite team) year so far, and I sipped black coffee from a paper cup. Her brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. Her face was soft and round, with pink cheeks, a small nose, and an overbite that almost looked comical, but emphasized her very full, pink lips. Her brown eyes were hidden by sunglasses. She wore a formless blue sweatshirt, which obscured her average-sized but beautiful, naturally shaped breasts. Her jeans made up for this by showing off her hips and thighs, which had remained nicely thick despite losing her belly as she had matured the last few years.
We turned onto the freeway and started the long journey west and talked about our families. 'How come your folks couldn't make it to graduation?' I asked Lissa.
"Bill's not gonna last much longer" Lissa said, referring to her stepfather. "He's on oxygen pretty much all day and he just looks gray all the time. I hate to see mom going through this again." "God, that would be what, her second man dying on her?" I asked, and almost immediately felt like an ass, knowing that the first husband she lost was Lissa's dad, when Lissa was just a little girl. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that to sound like"¦" "No, it's okay, we're not close or anything, I don't hate him either, and he's been good for my mom, but yeah, I thought about that too. I worry about her, but it's definitely not a new experience for her." "Well your brothers will always be there for her, and your sister." "My brothers, yeah, but my sister's joining the Air Force this summer after high school." "And I thought she would always be good for nothing, Uncle Sam will raise her up fast!" "Yeah that's what I thought when I heard about it." Lissa said with a chuckle. "We're not short on family as a whole; it's just hard for mom to keep a guy around, through no fault of hers." "You Catholics never do run short on relations" I poked at her religion, not for the first time. And she responded as I expected, poking back with a sharp little fist in my arm.
"Yeah, we're Catholic, no shit you heathen dickwad. Don't rag on my family for that." Lissa snapped in a tone that was defensive but none too serious.
"Nah I'm just envious, I have a tiny, aging family and I've been to literally ten funerals to every wedding. I'm just trying to take it out on you." "Leave God out of your issues, it's not His fault you people can't stand each other enough to reproduce." "Look who's talking, the Pure Virgin Lissa" I used the nickname I had stuck her with in response to her morality. I'm a vicious tease, and something about Lissa always made me want to push it.
"That's it; I'm not talking to you the rest of the way. Asshole. Besides, what do you know about how pure I am?" She baited me back.
"You're right, I don't know. But I'll leave that one alone. Besides, if I ask, I might get jealous." Although I was flirting, that was true. I did wonder sometimes if by keeping Lissa at a distance by being crude and harsh, I was trying to push her away out of fear I might start something and change our relationship, which I liked just as it was.
We kept on through to the Illinois border, stopped for lunch and stretched our legs at a rest stop. We leaned against a picnic table; I lit a cigarette and watched some kids chase a terrier around the grass. An old man approached us and asked for a light. I offered him my Zippo, and instead of lighting a smoke, he melted the frayed end of a nylon cord into a solid bead.
"Thanks, it's impossible to knot this cord with all that mess hanging out. Got a broken bracket and I'm tying down my grandson's bike in the back of the camper. Where you kids headed?" The old man asked.
"We're going out to Montana." I replied.
"The west is beautiful in springtime. You're in for a treat. Did you two just get married?" "No sir, we're just friends, my pal Mike here is helping me move back from college in Indiana." Lissa said, thumping my shoulder.
"Heh, two young people not married and traveling all that way just out of friendship. Didn't happen when I was a kid! A girl's family would have fits!" "Oh it's nothing like that, sir, don't worry, she's very religious." I said "Strong with the Lord, eh? It's good to see that these days. You just remember to be a gentleman, but I can tell you're an all right fella." He winked and smiled and was on his way back to his vehicle.
"Yeah, good advice, be a gentleman!" Lissa poked fun at me.
"Now when have I ever not been to you?" I feigned being hurt.
"Maybe you're too gentlemanly, Mike." She said and started for the truck.
"Whaddya mean, too gentlemanly?"
"Whatever, Mike, whatever." She flipped her hair as she climbed into the cab, leaving me smiling like an idiot and a little confused.
I left it at that as we merged back onto the road. Time and miles went by, the dirt turned dark black, the richest farmland in the world, giving life to crops and through them, to millions of people. Evening approached, and we needed to find a campground to keep the trip as cheap as possible. It was a tradeoff--we didn't drive at night, which lost time, but we saved 40 or 50 bucks. I eventually found a place off an exit in Iowa. We bought some firewood at the camp store. We parked away from the horde of RVs; I've always felt like I was sleeping in a parking lot with those things around. The dome tent was easy to put up, which is lucky because I'm not particularly handy, and the firewood caught well with the help of some newsprint. I wrapped potatoes in foil and stuck them in the fire to bake. We opened some beer I had in the cooler, and watched the fire glow from a couple of lawn chairs.
"I guess this is what people did before TV" I said.
"It's fun. There are no reality shows, just reality" Lissa quipped. "Did you ever notice how when you're at home, under electric lights, you can stay up till 1 in the morning like it's nothing, but when you sleep out, you go down as soon as the sun does. It's a lot more natural that way".
After dinner and a while by the fire, Lissa said she was tired and wanted to sack out. I gave her a few minutes to put on her sleeping clothes before joining her in the tent. I unzipped the tent fly and saw her lying on her sleeping bag, in a long sleeved t shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I took off my shoes and shirt and laid them in the corner, and stretched out on my own bag.
Feeling a little buzzed from the beer combined with general exhaustion at lack of sleep, the work of moving and driving, I brought up her question from earlier: "Speaking of "˜going down', how pure exactly have you managed to stay all those years at Kekionga?" "Oh that's classy, Mike, get me slightly toasted and ask personal questions. But if you must know, I've done everything except. Now are you jealous?" "Yeah, actually I am. Whoever it was must have been a lucky man. So much for the Pure Virgin Lissa." "I didn't say I wasn't a virgin, I said, "˜everything except'. Why do you care so much if I am or not, anyway? Since when are you interested in purity?" "I'm just doing my part to make up for all the horrible, nasty, impure things I did, by helping you stick to your principles." "Hah ha!" Lissa laughed. "Forgive me if I thought maybe you had another motive." She rolled her eyes.
"That's it, you've figured me out. My motive is to get you to back that sweet little booty up over here" I went out on a limb, trying to sound funny enough to dismiss if she didn't want to.
"You mean this one?" Lissa asked as she rolled up on her side with her back to me, making her round rump bounce as her hip hit the ground, giving me the start of an erection.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!" I laughed as I slapped her ass, as much just to see it jiggle again as to tease her.
"Well how's this?" She scooted across the tent floor to me, grinding her ass into my crotch. I felt my cock start to stand up as I reached around her waist, her dark hair tickling my face.
"You keep this up, and you're going to get your little Polish ass in trouble" I warned her. For the first time, our regular flirtations were turning hot.
"Promises, promises. You've been all talk and no action for 4 years, Mike." She taunted me.
I ran my hand under her shirt and up her belly, between her breasts, and found that she had no bra. I cupped each one from the bottom, holding the soft weight in my hands, careful to stop just short of her nipples. Lissa approved with a soft purr. I moved my right hand softly down her side and over her generous hip, on top of her pants. She turned her face towards mine and I felt her soft lips kissing mine. Her small, 5-foot frame was pressed against me, her soft, feminine curves enticing me, I held her in my hands, pressing her beautiful lips to mine, and the curve of her buttocks guiding my manhood to her feminine center. I spooned her this way, fully clothed, fearing she would call a stop at any moment, lecture me about her beliefs, and I would be in the dank camp shower room trying to wash away my sin in bone-chilling water. But that didn't happen. She kissed me back more passionately, opening her mouth to my tongue. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her pants, allowing her one last barrier to protect her virtue from my debauched experience. I ran my fingertips down her vulva, to her lips, she gasped with her mouth still locked to mine, and raked her teeth across my lip as I made a gentle circle, feeling her moisture soaked through to the outside of her cotton panties.
"Go in me" Lissa whispered in my ear, so I ran my finger to the side of the fabric and underneath, feeling the soft skin and the thick tangle of her hair, then inside to the tenderness hidden inside of her. She broke off our kiss and moaned as I parted her lips, rubbing just at the mouth of her pussy. Her hips began to rotate around my fingers. "There Mike, this as far as I've gone"¦now you can be sure" she told me and grinned. "The rest I've saved for you." I smiled at her, staring for moment into her deep brown eyes, and slowly drew my fingers out, studying the glistening, milky product of her desire. I put my tongue to my fingertip and tasted the richness of the juice. I sighed and told her "That means a lot to me, I've wanted you for years, but I can tell you're ripe, and I don't even have a rubber, not that it would matter to you if I did."
"Come on Mike, I know my own body. I'm not scared, why should you be, Mr. Wildman?" She had a point, I had slept around and run out back doors from angry husbands, I had picked up girls I wouldn't have touched without rubber gloves, but I had never dared to go without a condom, for obvious reasons. I realized it would be the ultimate taboo. She could talk like a sailor; drink like a fish, and pray like a saint. Everything Lissa did she did with passion. I wanted to feel that. That was the kind of woman I wanted, above all else.
My heart beat faster as I grabbed the waistbands of her sweats and panties and drew them down her luscious thighs, knees, and finally off altogether. She lifted her shirt and bared her breasts; a small gold cross lay around her neck at the top of her cleavage. Her nipples were dark pink and erect on her just-barely C cups. I unclasped my belt and took my pants down; I was unusually self-conscious of my rigid penis jutting out in front of me as I knelt between her knees. Lissa reached down and took it in her hand, stroking it as she lifted her head to get a look at it, above her breasts. "So this is what I've been wanting since I first saw you"¦I like it"¦I think I'm gonna keep it" she teased. "It could be a tight fit there, Tiger" she raised her eyebrow and softly cradled my balls in her fingers. "Especially when those bad boys go off."
I laughed and in the dim light, took in the view I'd waited so long for. Her legs were parted; I saw her beautiful full, bush, dark like the prairie soil, framing a bright pink oval, swollen with desire for her first cock. I brought myself before her, her hand took me and led me to her labia. My precum mixed with her juice for the first time, as I slid the head of my cock through her puffy wet entrance and into her, slowly. I leaned down above her, resisting the urge to push into her violently. The difference between taking Lissa's virginity with my naked cock and the usual, mechanical, protected fuck with a one night stand was like tasting a fresh apple from an orchard basket after a lifetime of canned fruit cocktail. Lissa grimaced as I pushed past the last bit of her cherry left from frat boys' drunken fingers. I felt her spasm inside, her body reacting to its first real violation.
"Are you all right?" I asked as she breathed harder and beads of sweat appeared on her brow.
"It's fine, just keep it there a minute" Lissa entreated as she caught herself up with long, deep breaths. I remained still, feeling her heart beat racing from inside of her. "Okay, go slow" I pulled myself most of the way out and back into her, moving easily to the point I had reached before, then going a little further. "Ah"¦ah that's good, just like that" I repeated the stroke, starting to tremble from the discipline I imposed on myself to gently break my new lover in. I felt almost as awkward as my own first time, which made me harder inside of her. It was easier with each movement, and her expression went from stressed to the enraptured, lost look of a woman being properly pleasured. Our strokes evened out and my butterflies went away as I found a slow-medium steady rhythm.
"You like it now, don't you?" I asked.
"Mmhmm...it makes me feel so full inside, I could get used to this" she put her hands on my shoulders and stroked down my arms, then back up and down my ribs. "Go on, go deeper" Lissa said as she lifted her legs up and crossed them behind my back. I obliged, pushing till I touched bottom. Her eyes opened wide, and she stifled a gasp that could have turned into a scream. I suddenly realized we were protected by nothing but a thin layer of nylon and the darkness from the neighboring campers, but I fought that down and figured that they ought to be doing the same thing anyway, if they weren't already. The sheer excitement of being in Lissa, knowing that she was giving me something she had kept for so long, was too much for me to stop. My head spun and throbbed as I worked her. Lissa's tight muscles and the sheer heat were completely new sensations for me; I couldn't be sure how long I could last. "Come on and give it up, ya big stud" she said with a comical tone in her voice.
"Girl, this'll be more than you can handle" I shot back. "You don't want this load. It's gonna tear you up and mark you. You won't be able to look people in the eye, you're gonna be so nasty." I hit something in her psyche; I nailed her fantasy dead on by accident. "That's it Mike, fuckin' ruin me, make me ashamed. Send me home to mama with your hot cum in me" I couldn't believe she was talking this way. She pushed back on me twice as hard as I pushed into her. The sweetest, most innocent girl I had known this morning was begging me tonight to humiliate her.
"You're gonna be my woman, you're gonna take every drop I give you. You're gonna make my babies for me." I snarled through clenched teeth. That sent her over the edge. She tensed and gasped; her muscles quaked around me and shivered.
I thought she would settle down after coming, but instead she kept on as fast as before. "Yes Mike, for real, do it for real, I wanna make you a daddy! I'm not fucking with you, I want our baby!" she was frantically desperate, possessed by her passion. I fucked her as hard as I could; her dirty talk had released me from any restraint out of respect for her newness. Her cunt was even wetter after she climaxed, I felt warmth like I'd never known with a rubber on, and before I knew it, my whole body was as tight as a fist. Instinct took over and I held myself deep in her so she couldn't escape the tidal wave of seed I let go in her with six climactic pulses, then I came dry, throbbing in her to the rhythm of my own pulse, gasping for breath and gazing at her flushed, softly smiling face.
I fell beside her; the ground was hard and unforgiving. I was speechless as I sucked in air; my vision blurred and slowly came back into focus. She reached for me and I came to her. Our lips met, and my mouth was so dry that the moisture of her kiss seemed like a drink of water. We crushed ourselves together in an almost fierce embrace, each wanting to show the other the power we had felt from our unexpected coupling. "Are you still all right?" I asked.
"It hurts good, I feel so full it aches." Lissa whispered. The air reeked of sweat, hot breath, and a lust that had built for years. "Please tell me you're going to want to do that again." "Honey, I'm going to want you every night. Remember, you're a marked woman." Lissa laughed, a little embarrassed now at our frenzied words. "I'm yours, I can't argue with that." "What are you going to say at confession?" "Mike, you're a shithead, but I love you." She kissed my cheek.
We drifted off, our minds wandering into dreams individually. In the morning, we woke happily to find we were still together. We celebrated by making love again with the early morning rain beating against the sides of our shelter. Somehow we got ourselves together enough to strike camp and carry on.
The next two days were the best of my life. We mated at every available chance, any time we were alone and not driving. We got a motel just to see what it would be like on a bed. As we dried off from a two-for-one hot shower and slow fuck, I asked her, "Oh why are you doing this to me, Devil Woman?" Lissa smiled, kissed me and said "Because I know if I've got your cum in me, I've got your baby, and I've got you, so you can't turn chicken shit the way you always did when I threw myself at you all those years. Besides, aren't you a lot happier now?"
"Very clever. At least our kid will have smarts." We turned Lissa's homecoming into a visit, explaining that we were engaged, kind of a last-minute bombshell, and she would head back to the Midwest with me after a few days. We had a proper Polish wedding; Lissa had the traditional bridal baby bump poking out despite the careful tailoring of her dress. I can't argue the benefits of seeing at least some things her way.
At 30, I have three great kids, an insatiable wife whom I love more than life itself, and I haven't even seen a condom in 5 years.
