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While she was gone I walked up to the store and bought what I needed, then had Jeremy help me haul it all back. A six-pack went into the fridge and the rest into the cooler, it was already above 90 and I was getting thirsty. I folded up the bed and put both nightgowns under one of the pillows, then proceeded outside and flopped in my lounger, untying the neck string on my suit. I adjusted the rest of it for maximum exposure without being too indecent, and laid back to tan.

I must have dozed, the next thing I knew Lauren was shaking my shoulder and telling me "Your nipples are getting pink, you better cover up." I sat up and looked at her, the shy smile on her face making her look beautiful.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"'bout three, I guess," she replied.

I tied everything back in place and got a beer, drank about half and stifled a burp.

"So what do wanna do the rest of the day?" I asked.

"I feel adventurous, lets take a walk in the woods," she said, smiling, "and don't forget to bring your camera."

"Ok," I replied, and put on my sandals.

We walked toward the north end of the lake, away from the campground. The path was random, going around rocks and trees with no discernible direction. We lost sight of the lake and the path widened enough to walk slowly side by side, watching for squirrels and birds. She took my hand in hers and gripped it, smiling up at me.

"Do you mind?" she asked in a small voice.

"No," I said, smiling back at her.

A few yards down the path she said "I feel normal with you, with Tom I was always having to prove myself, he was always demanding I improve in some way, be a better cook, a better housekeeper, a better lover, always something."

I nodded, I'd had a couple of lovers like that.

"You should just be yourself," I said.

"With you I can be, I like that," she giggled.

We came to a rock that was split by a tree, the path winding away to the right and out of sight.

She leaned against it and said "I'd like you to take some pictures of me."

"Ok, where?" I asked.

She spread her towel on the rock and reclined part way, her body raised on her elbows.

"How's this?" she asked.

"Good," I said as I pressed the shutter. Four or five frames later she asked "Do you think anybody can see us?"

"I don't know, probably not," I replied.

With that, she took off her suit and threw it on the rock, spreading her legs. Smiling and blushing at me, she said "Go ahead, take them."

I did, a full roll in a few minutes, the reloaded and began again, getting her from all angles as she twisted and turned, changing poses. I was getting wet, the sight of her sex so close and yet so far away was making me horny. She seemed to know what was a sexual pose and what was merely a nude, and she provided me with several of both, a look of sexual hunger on her face. The cinnamon smell was back, and I got treated to my first sight of her slit close-up. The inner lips hung out, brown and wrinkled at the edges, while the inside of her was a beautiful coral color. I licked my lips and kept shooting.

I finished the second roll and reloaded again as she sat up, looking intently at me.

"Now you," she said, reaching for the camera.

"Why me, I'm the photographer!" I sputtered.

"Come on, get over there and take your suit off," she said, pulling the camera from my hands.

I hesitated, I was sure the dampness between my legs would show, and she urged me again, gently pushing my shoulder. I complied, blushing furiously red.

She used the entire roll, telling me what poses she wanted, only clicking the shutter when I did as asked. I balked at a couple of her requests, telling her I was embarrassed. She persisted, not taking no for an answer, and I reluctantly let her shoot. The last few were close-ups of my breasts and nipples, plus two of my muffin, the wetness leaking from the bottom. I had never been the subject before, and I felt excited and embarrassed all at once, a tingly feeling rumbling in my stomach.

"That's it," she said, handing me the camera, "we're out of film."

"Thank God for that," I said, taking the camera and stuffing it into the bag. I dressed as quickly as I could, feeling the bottom of the suit absorb some of the juices leaking from me. She put her suit on slowly, teasing me with sexy poses and watching my reactions.

"I'll have to send these home to get developed," I said, " I don't think anyone around here would understand."

"No matter, I'll have them," she said.

We started to walk back and she took my hand again, saying "You don't understand, do you?"

"No, I guess not," I replied.

"I've never posed nude before for anyone, not even my husband, and it made me feel incredibly sexy," she said.

"Well, you ARE sexy," I told her.

"But it was you that made me feel that way," she said, "I feel worth something again."

I nodded and kept walking, her warm hand in mine, enjoying the afternoon breeze. I thought of different possibilities for my future, my thoughts all jumbled in my mind. Don't make a fool of yourself Ginny, I told my raging hormones.

With a few wrong turns we made it back to the campground about six, and she said "I want to cook dinner tonight, you have a stove, right?"

Yep," I grinned, "You're welcome to it."

She shopped at the store in the campground, and I used the brief time she was gone to pee and give myself a quick orgasm, sitting on the pot stroking my clit. I was surprised at the strength of it, my pussy clenching my finger in waves, subsiding at the end to a pleasant glow.

Dinner was spaghetti and garlic toast with wine, sitting across from each other and giggling like schoolgirls. There was no doubt I was growing to like her, her company, her musical laugh and her personality. I didn't know if I wanted to take a chance on being hurt again, especially so soon after Margie, but I decided to let it go and see what happened. For all I knew she could be gone by morning, back to her husband or someone else.


She spent the night in her tent, our shower together the bright spot of the evening. She wasn't body-shy around me, letting me look at her to my heart's content. I got a short kiss on the cheek when she left, and she told me she'd see me in the morning. That night there were two orgasms for me, one right after the other.

Her car was gone when I woke up, so I called my Dad and explained that I would be sending him some film to develop and return, and please not to ask questions. He agreed with a smile I could hear over the phone, and hung up saying "Good for you, sweetie!"

Lauren came back about noon and stopped at her tent to change into shorts and a top, walking over to my site with a big grin. Taking a beer from the cooler, she popped the top and took a big swallow, telling me "The lawyer went to court this morning, I've got a restraining order on the jerk!"

"Great," I said glumly, I guess that means you can go home now."

"Not a chance, I'm staying here until the next hearing at least, that's another month away," she said.

"Good, that'll give us a chance to get the pictures back, can you take me into town to mail them?" I asked.

"You bet!" she said.

I dressed and she drove into Quigley, her long legs flexing as she worked the pedals. I boxed and mailed the three rolls of film, sending them overnight express with a note inside, then we ate lunch at the local diner. The burgers were delicious and the cokes were ice cold, making me feel the heat when we walked outside. The drugstore had some hats I liked, so I bought one and put it on, mugging for her benefit and getting a big grin in return.


That evening we watched the sunset at the picnic table, then went to take a shower. On the way back she gripped my hand again, lacing her fingers in mine. We went inside the camper and sat on the couch facing each other, sitting with our knees touching, dressed only in our underwear. The lacy edges on her pink ones put my plain cotton briefs to shame, but I decided it was time to get to know her.

I pulled the cooler closer and said "Talk to me, tell me about Lauren Morgan."

"Where should I start?" she laughed.

"At the beginning would be a good place," I giggled.

"Well, 29 years ago David and Marie Sheldon had this little girl, and they named her Lauren," she began.

"Daddy was a doctor and Mom was a nurse, so I grew up in a medical family.....when I decided to become a nurse, that made everybody happy, but it wasn't what I really wanted," she said.

"What did you want?" I asked

"To be a dancer, not a ballerina, just a dancer, sometimes I can feel the music like it's in my veins," she sighed.

"What made you marry Tom Morgan?" I asked.

"It was sorta expected of me, I guess, I wasn't getting any younger and my parents were pushing at me to get settled and start a family, they were looking forward to having the patter of little feet around, you know?" she asked.

I nodded and she continued "Then when we found out there wouldn't be any, the trouble started... Tom started making demands I couldn't possibly fulfill, and I got resentful... one night during an argument he hit me and I left, only to come back after three days... he was very apologetic and said it wouldn't happen again, and I believed him."

"The usual," I commented.

"Yeah, and then it got worse, so I left before he could hit me again, and here I am!" she said brightly.

"What about friends, could you have stayed with them?" I asked.

"No, I never really had a close girlfriend, I was a nerdy kid who studied a lot, I never had tits until I was 17... now everybody I knew back then is married and living in the country it seems like, all of them in the same narrow social circle," she said.

"How long were you with Tom?" I asked, draining my bottle and getting another.

"Six years total, five and a half married to him," she replied.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked.

"I don't know, the lawyer says I'm entitled to half of his money, and he can keep the house... it was only four walls, it was never a home," she said sadly. I nodded and got up to pee, leaving her with her thoughts.

I came back and sat down again, lighting a candle and turning off the light. The dancing flame highlighted her eyes, and she smiled at me.

Lowering her voice to almost a whisper, she said "You know, I've never had a girlfriend I could confide in or ask questions of, like a best friend."

"What about your Mom?" I asked.

"Oh, Mom was a mom, you'd never catch her talking to me about private stuff, like sex or boys when I was 14 she handed me a book and told me to read it, all medical crap about various diseases and things, it scared the hell out of me!" she exclaimed.

"Were you a virgin when you married Tom?" I inquired.

"Yes, and so was he, I think, it took us 2 days of our honeymoon for him to ever get it in me without shooting gooey shit all over my stomach," she giggled.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked.

"No, it isn't big enough to hurt," she said holding her fingers about four inches apart and giggling.

"I even took him in my ass a couple of times, and it wasn't that uncomfortable," she said, blushing and lowering her head.

"Lots of people like their butts played with, no harm in it if you're careful," I said.

"I've never admitted that to anyone before, about my ass I mean," she said.

"I don't believe it's something that would come up over morning coffee at the neighbor's house," I laughed, taking a pull from my bottle.

"Probably not, or maybe so, who knows?" she giggled, patting my knee.

A couple of minutes of comfortable silence passed, then she asked "What about you, who is Ginny?"

"Ginny is a 25 year-old who wears her heart on her sleeve and is continually getting bashed for it," I said, "not to mention that the neighbors hide their kids from lesbians."

"When did you know?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

"I was about 13, I guess, somewhere in there, I realized that boys weren't for me," I said.

"What did your Mom do?" she asked.

"Mom died when I was two, trying to give birth to my little brother, he was breech and the cord was wrapped around his neck, neither of them made it," I sighed.

"Fuck!, that's awful!" she cried, leaning forward and pressing her hand to my cheek.

"It's ok now, what few memories I have are of a nice lady, it's better this way," I said.

"So your Dad raised you?" she asked.

"Yup, never remarried, always gave me choices and let me choose, never said a word when I'd change my mind about something... told me it was good to be flexible and open-minded," I said.

"Sounds like a nice guy," she said.

"He is, I love him to death, he's always been there for me," I said.


We sat in the near-darkness, the flickering light bouncing from the walls but not illuminating our inner thoughts, the secrets or the feelings we'd shared. Ghost-like, she got up from the couch and went to the bathroom, putting her bottle on the counter. I opened another one and took a long pull, letting the bubbles burn my throat.

She returned nude, her panties in her hand, dropping them to the floor.

"Can I stay here again?" she asked softly, "I want to hold you."

"Are you sure you want to?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, sitting on the edge of the couch.

She sat quietly for a time, staring into her glass, occasionally taking a sip from her drink. I knew she had had a rough time, but my hormones wouldn't let me alone. I wanted her, a relationship with her, I wanted to love her like no one else had ever loved her before. I don't know what a shrink would make of my intentions, but I wanted her to feel as good about me as I felt about her. That spark, that connection between two people, I knew we had that. Maybe there could be more, and if I didn't act, I'd never know.

"Could I kiss you?" I asked, moving closer, desperately hoping she wouldn't say no. She nodded and leaned toward me, closing her eyes. The first touch was electric, her lips soft and shy, exploring my taste and texture. I held her shoulder and gradually she moved her hips closer to mine, the warmth of her skin igniting my heat. No tongues, no passionate moans, just a deep kiss of new friends. I broke it, leaning back and letting out a contented sigh.

"You're sweet," I breathed, feeling my puss leaking again.

She put her glass on the table and reached for me, straddling my body and pushing me down. Her mouth was frantic, placing little wet kisses on my neck and shoulders, my face, anywhere she could. I responded in kind, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close, the firmness of her tiny nipples making dents in my chest. Her hips flattened against my leg, the heat and wetness of her pussy grinding against me, making me groan. Our tongues were in a duel, I was moving aroundtrying to get my leg between hers and kneading her ass with both hands, I wanted to be as close as possible to her.

She continued to writhe and moan as she ground her pussy against my leg, stiffening and arching her back as she came quickly, moaning with her release. Long seconds passed while she didn't move, her breathing ragged and her hips pressing small circles against me, drenching my thigh. I held her tightly as the orgasm slowly passed and she slumped onto me, caressing my breast with one hand.

Her head was close to my neck and she kissed me there, a small kiss of what I hoped was joy or happiness, her breath catching in spurts as the aftershocks came and went. I rubbed her back and butt while she calmed, the softness of her skin a delight to my fingers. God, to love someone like this, just being able to hold her and touch her made me happy.

After a few minutes she raised her head and looked at me.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?" I asked, " you don't have anything to be sorry for."

"You didn't..." she murmured.

"That's ok, you did, that's the important thing," I replied.

She laid her head back down and I continued to stroke her back, working the muscles to relax her, the occasional finger or palm caressing the soft globes of her butt. I fell asleep with her head on my chest and her leg over mine, her soft breath wrinkling my nipple.


I awoke the next morning with something very warm tugging gently at my left nipple. I opened my eyes and saw the top of her head, slowly realizing it was her mouth. I needed to pee, and her hand was rubbing circles on my belly in the vicinity of my bladder, very close to my pubic hair.

I said "Good morning," and she started, picking up her head and grinning at me.

"I was hoping you'd wake up pretty soon," she said.

"I've GOT to pee!" I exclaimed, rolling out and running toward the bathroom.

A couple of long minutes later I was empty, and brushed my hair and teeth. Feeling somewhat normal again, I went back to the couch and said "Hi."

"I made coffee, and there's toast if you want," she smiled.

"Thank you," I replied, getting a cup.

She had been busy besides making coffee, her underwear was gone from the floor but she was still naked, sitting cross-legged on the back of the couch facing me. Her hair was down and loose, dark waves spilling over her shoulders.

"I like your hair like that," I said.

"Thank you," she smiled, "I was hoping you might."

It took me a few minutes to wake up, then I asked her "What do you want to do today, got any lawyerly stuff?"

"Nope," she grinned, "I want to stay here with you, just like this, all day."

"Can't get a tan indoors," I smiled.

"Well then, let's take a blanket and go for a walk in the woods," she grinned.

"Ok," I said, "I'll pack a cooler with food and stuff, you go get your suit, I'll meet you back here in ten minutes."

She pointed to the door and I saw her suit and a small duffel, perched on top of a rolled blanket. The blanket was on a small cooler, apparently ready to go.

I got my suit off the rack and put it on while she did the same by the door. Grabbing the cooler by the handle she said "Come on, I'm ready!"

We ran holding hands the first few yards into the woods, and then slowed to a leisurely pace, walking with our arms around each other. Somewhere near where we had taken the photos, she stopped and said "Here." I spread the blanket in the shade of two trees, and watched as she removed her suit and sat down.

"Off!" she said, looking at me.

I complied, blushing yet again as her eyes bored holes in me, watching my every move.

"Lay down on your stomach," she said, taking a bottle of tanning oil from her bag. I did so, and soon felt her hands oiling me from head to foot.

"Roll over," she said.

I did as I was told and she continued to massage the oil into my skin. She avoided my pubes but paid special attention to my breasts, hardening the nipples.

"There, all done," she said, grinning.

"Want me to do you?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask!" she giggled, rolling quickly to her stomach and pulling her hair up. Her skin was warm and smooth as I applied the oil over her back and butt, stroking her skin with firm movements. I didn't have to tell her to roll over, she knew when I was done. Her front side was finished in minutes, and as I sat the bottle down she said "Lay with me, please."

I laid down next to her and she pulled me closer until I was lying almost on top of her, our slick hot skin slippery with oil.

"Please, touch me like you did before," she asked, placing my palm on her breast. The nipple reacted immediately, stiffening under my touch, and I rolled it gently between thumb and fingertip, making her smile. Her hands explored my breasts at the same time, kneading the flesh on top and caressing the sides.

"So soft!" she breathed, raising her head to kiss me.

Some time later we broke for air and she said "I love kissing you, it's never been like this with a man."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Her fingertips played with my cheek and she answered "The way it makes me feel inside, secure, needed maybe, wanted for sure."

"Oh, I want you," I breathed, "very much." I nuzzled her neck and nipped her earlobe, raising goose bumps on her skin. As I bent to kiss her again, she whispered "Take me."

Keeping my mouth glued to hers, I slid partway off of her and put my hand between her legs, opening her with a finger. She moaned in my mouth and I pressed a little deeper, getting my finger wet. I probed for her come spot, that little raspberry-textured nubbin inside her that would make her scream. I found it a little lower than usual, about the size of a large olive, and pressed upward massaging it in circles. She gasped and quivered at the first touch, then her pussy started clamping on my finger in rhythm to my strokes, my hand getting wetter by the minute.

I broke our kiss and moved to kneel between her legs, one hand inside and the other pushing down on her belly. My knuckles had her slit spread wide, and I watched her clit throb with my strokes, a drop or two of cum leaking from it each time. My palm had about a half a teaspoon of liquid in it when she climaxed, clutching the blanket with white knuckles and screaming loudly once, then subsiding into guttural moans and cries. Her back arched and she whipped her head from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut, her pussy fluttering and spasming against my finger.

As she started to slow down, I substituted my mouth on her clit for my finger, feeling her grab my hair and cry out, "Nonononono, oh God oh God!". I kept sucking gently, licking it, stopping long enough to ask "You want me to stop?"

"Nononono, oh God please don't stop!" she cried, pressing my face back down.

She tasted sweet, her labia soft and tender and very slippery against my mouth. I teased her, sucking her clit until she was close, then slacking off and licking around it, dipping my tongue into her vagina. The inner lips were full and meaty, tightly attached to her hood. Sucking them in as deep as I could, I began flicking her clit with my tongue, urging her to come. Her thighs clamped around my head shutting off all sound as she came, writhing and bucking her hips to meet my tongue, her hand embedded in my hair. I kept my mouth on her as long as I could, feeling her little button shrink away and hide, sucking her labia and her tunnel, swallowing all I could get.

Her legs relaxed after a time and she slumped back, her eyes closed and her arm over her head. I let her rest and got a beer from the cooler.

I was sitting on my haunches when her eyes came open and she slowly raised herself to her elbows.

"You want something to drink?" I asked, handing her my bottle.

"Please," she croaked, "I'm so dry."

I let her have that one and opened another, asking her "Are you ok?"

"I think so," she replied, "but I have never, ever come like that!"

"Does that mean you liked it?" I giggled, smiling at her wan face.

"Like is not a powerful enough word," she said as she sat up. I scooted closer and got a warm hug, her slippery warm skin and that cinnamon smell engulfing me. We sat close for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's caress.

I finished my beer and walked around the rock, hunting for a place to pee. Squatting down next to a tree and relieving myself, I thought I'd better tell her the rest of my kinks and habits before we got too involved to break it off without severe damage to both of us. When I returned, she was sitting as I'd left her with a fresh beer in her hand.

"We're gonna have to go back pretty soon," she said giggling, "we're almost out of beer."

"We can manage," I said, "but there's a couple things I feel you ought to know first."

"Like what?" she asked, "I think I know all I need to right now."

"Not quite," I said, "women lovers are different than men."

"I'll say!" she exclaimed, almost snorting beer through her nose. When she recovered, I continued "When I make love to someone like we just did, I like to get their whole body involved, not all at once, but over time make love to ALL of them......there's so much more than tits and pussies, you know what I mean?"

"No, not really," she said.

"Well, there's your feet, your knees, your back, your butt, your neck and ears, you know, the whole you," I said.

"You'd kiss my feet?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"If you wanted," I replied, morbidly thinking that disclosing this information was not such a good idea after all. She sat for a few moments, apparently deciding how to let me down gently, then raised her head and smiled at me.

"After what you did for me today, the way you make me feel whenever I'm around you, I'd have to tell you that every square inch of me is yours whenever and wherever you want it........remember what I said earlier, when we were just getting into it?"

I nodded and she said "I meant it."

I laid beside her and we kissed again, our fates perhaps sealed and perhaps not, all I knew was that I was happy and so was she.

Later in the afternoon, she laid on me and kissed her way down to my fur, telling me "I want to." Her tongue was gentle and wet, her fingers holding me open while she licked me. I raised my legs and spread my knees, guiding her head with light touches or a whispered word. It took awhile, but I loved every second of it, climaxing at the last with her mouth on my clit, sucking hard and swallowing several times. She raised her head and looked at me funny, then asked "Did I do it right?" I pulled her to me and kissed her, sharing my wetness, murmuring "Yes, yes," in her ear.

"You get really wet when you come," she said.

"I know, do I taste bad?" I asked.

"No, but I thought I did something wrong," she said.

"Nothing's wrong if it feels like that," I said.