Page 19 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
"Good or bad?" I ask, half jesting, wanting to lighten the mood.
"What?" For a moment, she doesn't understand. In fact, I'm not sure if she even heard me; she seems wrapped up in previous times and distant memories. "Oh… good. He was my boyfriend."
"Oh, I see." I brighten at hearing this news. I would never have put myself or someone else like me down as potential boyfriend material for Luna, surely she'd be well out of my league?"
"Yes. For a time. He was an academic, like you. A bit of a genius. His thing was math."
I nod to show I'm listening, but I don’t want to interrupt her flow.
"He got given a scholarship to Harvard. He was only seventeen, and I was just fifteen. He was my first, you know." His voice drifts off into past remembrances, a distant look on her face.
"What happened? To the two of you, I mean?"
"What? Oh… the usual. You know. We kept in touch for a while, but we each had our own lives to live, and gradually we made fewer calls, wrote fewer texts, and after a time we just kinda stopped talking to each other. I was in California, and he was in Massachusetts. It's hard to have a relationship withsomeone who's three thousand miles away. Besides, we were very young."
Luna sighs deeply, still half in the past, remembering he boyfriend and times now long gone. For a few minutes, there's a comfortable silence between us. A coziness that goes beyond words.
Then I feel the brush of her hand on my pants leg again, but this time her fingers do not move away, they stay. Warm, stroking, promising… what?
"I need…" she starts, then falters, then continues. "This is ridiculous… I know we've only just met, but I need to feel connected, and you seem so like Hugo that I almost see you as him. He was quiet like you and not very confident with girls. But he had a heart of gold. He'd have done anything for me. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if he hadn't gone away. Whether we'd still be together." She sighs, then looks up at me again, those big eyes staring straight up at me, stripped naked, vulnerable.
"Can we… I mean… I want to do it with you. Here. Now."
"You don’t have to," I murmur, half-standing already, heart hammering, unsure what to do with myself. Not really knowing what I am saying. "I mean, I don’t want you to think I?—"
"Shh." She pulls me back down, her lips finding mine with surprising confidence. Just like that, I melt. Her mouth is soft and urgent and warm, and I’m drowning in the scent of her, the heat of her, the dizzying realization that she wants me.
Her kiss is… sublime. I close my eyes, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips on mine. For a second, the whole forest seems to disappear, and it’s just us, starlight and breath, and need. I reach out a tentative hand and touch something warm and soft under her bathrobe. A breast? Yes, small, and firm, and round. Her nipple hardens even as my fingers brush against it. She lets out a gasp, loosening her robe, taking my hand inhers, guiding it downwards. She gasps again as my fingers touch her sweet inner lips. I stroke her, lightly, and she stiffens and shudders at my gentle touch.
Her good hand slides higher, pressing against the hard ridge beneath my pants, and I groan into her kiss. "God, Luna?—"
"It’s okay," she whispers, straddling me suddenly, her bathrobe falling open enough to give me a glimpse of her thigh. "Let me thank you… for showing me the stars."
"Luna, I’ve never… I mean… I’ve only ever done this once before. I’m not sure I?—"
"Shush, Eric." She plants a finger on my lips, her eyes sparkling in the starlight.
She unties the belt of her robe, and it falls to the floor in a pool of gray, leaving just her firm, tight, athletic body silhouetted against the stars. My breath catches. She looks like a dream carved in silver and shadow, and I can hardly believe she’s here with me. I groan again, my cock now fully erect and throbbing.
"I’ve only got one good hand," she whispers. "But if I kneel either side of you on the bench like this…" She adjusts her weight from my lap to the bench. "Can you slip your pants down?"
"I think so." I undo my belt, then pull down my combats and boxers. Luckily, they’re loose-fitting, so it’s not too much of a struggle.
"Okay," I whisper. "They’re down." She lets out a musical giggle, and then I feel her poised on top of me, her good hand taking her weight while the other is busy lining herself up against me. I can feel my head probing against the warm, slippery softness of her pussy lips, searching for her, longing to be inside, and then I’m in. I’m practically dizzy with the sweetness of the sensation. Just my head enters her at first, then an inch of my shaft, then another. Luna shifts position again, and with a sigh, she sits all the way down.
I’d fooled around as a young teen, the occasional kiss and cuddle. But somehow, at college, I never seemed to meet the right woman. This is the first time I’ve gone the whole way. I know it’s embarrassing at age twenty-seven, but like I say, I’m shy.
The feeling is… amazing. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her hot softness seems to wrap around my cock, almost clinging to my shaft, embracing and gently squeezing me in an exquisite torture of heady sensation.
Luna moves in a gentle rhythm, more of a backward and forward rocking motion than up and down. Whatever it is, it’s hitting the spot for me. Her moist, silken pussy massages and strokes my shaft as she rocks, causing my cock to twitch and buck in response. It’s too much. I don’t think I can hold out much longer against these sweet, sweet sensations.
It’s then that I feel a tongue in my ear.
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, I don’t think I can last much longer. Are we okay? I mean, what if I… you know?"
"That’s a good boy." She breathes into my ear. "It’s okay, I’m on the pill. We’re fine. I need to feel you come inside me. I need to feel you… Oh!"
She freezes for a moment, then bucks, gasps out loud, and seems to spasm and jerk. With a start, I realize she’s having an orgasm. At the very same moment, I reach the very top of my own sensations, and I feel my cock exploding inside her. Fireworks… dams bursting… trains blasting out of tunnels… no analogy can even begin to describe the sweet sensation that grips every part of me and shakes me to my core.
