It was the last weekend in August of the long summer between leaving school and starting university. The girl in question and I had already shared a number of firsts and today would be another.
We lived near a loch. During the week, I made some extra money by rowing anglers back and forth across its surface as the plied their luck at landing trout or salmon. At the loch’s wider, southern end, there was a small island on which stood a dilapidated folly, built by some 18th Century laird to impress someone or other, but was now mostly ruin chocked with Ivy and Rowan.
That Saturday afternoon was particularly warm and sunny and I rowed us across to the island for a “picnic”.
Having rowed the 200 metres to the island and having securely moored the rowing boat to the old stone jetty, we gathered our stuff and headed towards a clearing near the ruined tower.
Once there, we spread our blanket out on the ground, stripped down to our underwear and lay down to enjoy the sun. Of course, being randy teenagers, in a secluded spot, wearing very little, enjoying the sun also had a very strong element of enjoying each other.
There was a lot of kissing and cuddling. At some point her bra got added to the pile of discarded clothing and I spent an indeterminate amount of time giving her boobs the attention that I knew they loved; eventually fingering to a climax as I licked and sucked her nipples.
Lying beside me on the blanket as she recovered her composure, she reached out to trace a fingertip over the outline of my cock through my boxer shorts. She giggled as it twitched. “I love the way it does that,” she whispered, touching it some more.
I quickly grew hard, and her hand slipped under my boxers to stroke it properly. Again she giggled as I flinched. We hadn’t been doing this very long, but she already knew what my cock, and by extension, what I liked her to do. Her fingers stroked and teased me. Her thumb lightly circled the tip. I knew how this would end; or at least I thought I did.
She stopped and began to tug my boxers down, telling me it was a shame to keep “him” confined. Once they were out of her way, she straddled my legs and continued where she left off.
“Yes?” I enquired.
“I wonder if “he” would like this?” she asked, then bent forward to plant a kiss on the tip.
“Fuck!” I replied with as much eloquence as I could muster.
“Does “he” like it?”
“Good” she said before planting more kisses all over the head.
“Now that we know “he” likes that,” she said a little later, I wonder if “he’d” also like this?” and, with that, she began to lick, gently around the head and up and down the shaft.
“Well?” she asked.
I thought I was about to explode. “Um, er, ohhh yes” I groaned.
“Mmmmm,” and she licked some more.
I was in a state of ecstatic agony, and I was loving every second. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I didn’t want it to end.
She paused again. In fairness, I was grateful for a moment’s relief as she asked, “Well, we know “he” likes the kisses, and we know “he” likes the licks, so…”
“I wonder if “he’ll” like this too…” Before I could respond, her lips were around the tip of my cock, and she was taking me into her mouth.
It was almost too much. The synapses between my cock and the pleasure centres of my brain almost instantly went into meltdown. “Fuck! Fuck! I… I’m going to…”
She paused briefly. “Ssssh, it’s OK, I know. Just enjoy it.”
She took me into her mouth again; slowly working her lips along my length. I needed to come, but I did not want it to end. It seemed like an eternity, but was probably merely seconds; the pressure became to great and I couldn’t hold on.
I gasped her name as I came, it was all the warning I could manage.
She spluttered and coughed as my load flooded her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled for breath. The force of my eruption was greater than she’d anticipated but she quickly regained a measure of composure.
“Did you like that?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.
“Oh fuck yes, it was fantastic.”
She absently stroked my cock as it began to diminish, the last of my cum trickling over her fingers. “I liked it too,” she said with a wicked smile, “Would you, or “he” mind if I did it again, soon?”
We lay there in the sun for a bit while I recovered and then she sucked me again, but not before I’d given her cunt a thorough tongue-lashing as a way of saying “thank you” for what had been another memorable first experience.