“I’m fucking it! I’m fucking you!” I grunted. My hands were now on Dawn’s hips, cupping her buttcheeks from below and gripping them for leverage as I vaulted myself in and out of the blonde teen’s rectum over and over again. DJ was still holding onto Dawn’s ankles, pulling them back past her head, keeping my girlfriend in a submissive V-shape beneath me as I pounded away at her defenseless asshole. And Brooke simply leaned over and watched in fascination, gripping my shoulders instinctively while she observed my thick pole reaming its way in and out of my girlfriend.
“Oh, shit! I’m cumming, Ben! I’m cumming with your dick in my ass!” Dawn’s hand had relocated down to her crotch, and with me repeatedly shafting her asshole and her own hand thumbing her clit, the blonde suddenly arched her back off the ground and howled out her pleasure.
“I love it! I love it! I love you!” Dawn screamed as she came. “Take me! Take all of me. I’m yours. I’ll give you everything, Ben! I love you!”
In that moment, I slammed forward a final time, jerking to a stop so suddenly that Brooke’s grip of my shoulder was momentarily dislodged. And with a groan of complete and utter satisfaction, I poured out into Dawn’s asshole every drop of cum I had left in my body, completing the trifecta. And then like a mighty king of beasts felled by the tiniest of arrows, I collapsed onto Dawn’s body, feeling her love for me piercing my heart.
And then with every fiber of my being, I told her, “I love you, too.”
“Hurry uuuup!” Eden whined from her spot in the van.
“Yeah!” Emma chimed in. “We’re ready!”
“Shut up!” Brooke screeched and then turned to hug DJ. “See you next year.”
“Safe trip, Beth,” Deanna Evans hugged my mom.
“Drive safe, Michael,” Jack Evans shook my dad’s hand.
“We will,” Dad replied, and then went to the driver’s door.
Dawn and I stayed quiet, still wrapped up in an embrace we’d scarcely left since last night. The previous evening, we’d returned hand-in-hand, neither of us wanting to part just yet. As it turned out, our parents sensed this and upon arrival at the cabins, we found that DJ was bunking on my bed and that Dawn and I been given permission to spend the night together.
After thanking both our parents profusely, Dawn and I slipped into bed together along with a warning from her parents to keep the noise level down. We’d gotten naked and then quietly made love, falling asleep together while I was still inside Dawn’s saturated pussy. It felt sooo right. We were together the first night of camp and together the last.
We woke up in the morning and softly made love again. And even once fully dressed, Dawn and I could scarcely go a few seconds without touching each other in some small way.
But now it was time.
Dawn and I had been hugging for a solid five minutes now when my mom tapped my shoulder. “Gotta go, Ben.”
I sighed in abject sorrow. Dawn just tilted her head and kissed me tenderly.
“I love you,” she husked and then whimpered softly, her face pinching in with the same sadness I felt in my own heart.
I moved my thumb up to brush away the tears dribbling down her cheeks, and then pecked her quickly once more. “I love you, too. You’re my Dawn… forever, remember? Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t. And you’re my Ben.”
I nodded. And with a heavy heart, I hopped into the van, Brooke joining me afterwards and then closing the double-doors shut behind her. Dawn circled around to my window and blew me a kiss. I waved sadly and then my dad started the engine.
It was time to return to the real world, where friends, school, and many more romantic complications awaited.
I loved Dawn. I wanted to marry her someday. It all fit, didn’t it? I’d literally shared a crib with her on occasion when we were infants, shared a sandbox when we were toddlers, and even upon growing up, we’d shared our hearts, minds, and bodies. She was girl next door, best friend, and hot babe rolled into one. And she loved me.
I believed we would be together forever. It was so easy when we were at camp. No school, no outside influences. We could spend every day together, all day, worrying about nothing but making each other happy. But we weren’t at camp anymore. She was in NorCal. I was in Orange County. And we weren’t scheduled to meet up again for eleven months.
I would love her always; that I knew. But after dominating my thoughts for four weeks, would I be able to keep my love for Dawn bright for the next year? Or was it out of sight, out of mind? Yeah, we had the cell phone idea. And we also had email and IMing. But occasional calls and emails were far different from daily contact and physical warmth.
I loved her. Shouldn’t that be enough? Love conquers all. Simple, right?
As I looked out the window of the van as we pulled onto our street, I knew that things were no longer so simple. First there was Keira McNeil, who stepped off her porch and waved to us as we passed. My first lover was someone who knew all my secrets would always have an influence in my life for as long as she was around.
Then, after we parked and all piled out of the van, I looked across the street and down a house or two to find that Adrienne Dennis was standing outside her open garage, staring back at me. When she realized I’d seen her, the gorgeous young woman offered up a tentative wave, and as I took in her brief summer attire, I felt a stirring of old lust inside me as I waved back. But even beyond the physical lust, there was a connection I still felt for her. And I was certain that her life and mine were still destined to intertwine in some way.
Once we’d all unpacked and settled in, I turned on the family computer and checked my email, which had gone unread for a month now. And I quickly found a variety of messages waiting for me.
Daniel welcomed me back and invited me to play basketball with them tomorrow, Sunday, assuming I could wake up in the morning after the long drive. Kenny Doyle forwarded me some chain letter explaining how Microsoft would give me thousands of dollars if only I forwarded along the email to all my friends. Lynne Arian just wanted to say hi. And Donna Kincaid wanted me to call her when I got home because she was horny and looking for a good time.
Summer MacIntosh wrote to tell me she was thinking of me and how excited she was to make a fresh start at UCLA. Abbie and Allie Sanders wanted me to come visit them, explaining in carefully guarded words that what happened wasn’t entirely my fault and they still wanted to be friends. Cassidy O’Leary wrote that she urgently needed to talk to me as soon as I got home. And last but certainly not least, Megan Kwan wrote me a beautiful poem that talked of first love and destiny, and how everything worked out in the end once the protagonist went through his great trials.
Even though some of the people I knew had graduated and moved on, many more remained. We had another year of school left and I knew my complex relationships with the girls still in my life had further development to come. Something told me my involvement with Keira McNeil had not yet run its course, nor my sexual liaisons with my two sisters and the inherent secrecy of those three relationships. And that didn’t even cover all the myriad new people I might meet on this adventure called Life.
That night, as I sat up in bed staring at a picture of Dawn I’d placed on my nightstand, I sighed and felt the tug of loneliness pulling at my heart. Barely sixteen hours after being parted from her, I already felt the painful void inside me crying out for someone… anyone… to fill it. I couldn’t imagine going eleven months alone.
As if on cue, my bedroom door opened then and a little sprite in a baggy T-shirt quietly hopped in and then joined me on the bed. Brooke’s smile was dazzling in the moonlight as she slid beneath the covers and cuddled herself up next to me, pulling my head down so that she could plant a firm kiss on my cheek. Instinctively, my arm wrapped around her, holding her close.