Edgar was still waist-deep in the water, heading for the riverbank, when he realized his clothes were missing. He'd left them neatly folded and within easy reach. Looking around in bewilderment, he saw no sign of them.

And then he heard a muffled giggle. Narrowing his eyes, he spotted the young woman. She stood behind a large oak tree bordering the woods. While her body was concealed, the dress she wore drifted in the breeze, waving at him like a flag.

"Lorraine!" he bellowed. "I see you behind that tree. You'd better bring my clothes back here, girl!"

She stepped out into plain view, her expression one of profound disappointment. "I thought that was a great hiding place!" Meeting his stare, her face brightened. "But don't worry, Edgar; I picked a much better spot to hide your clothes."

He let out a growl of frustration. It was just like the neighbor girl, all of nineteen, to make a pest of herself. She'd caught him out here alone, and somehow, the imp had managed to sneak within feet of the river and grab his belongings. She must have done it when he was swimming toward the opposite bank. 

Edgar had ventured down to the river that afternoon to take a quick dip and find relief from the hot sun, but his father would be expecting him back at the farm soon. Running a hand through his wet hair, he again glanced around. She couldn't have gone far to hide his things; maybe he could find them on his own. The problem was, he was completely naked. Of course, Lorraine knew that, which explained her infuriating smirk. 

Edgar was twenty-two, just a few years older than the girl, but his tone was full of authority when he spoke again. "You best do as I say. If you stop this foolishness right now, I won't tell your folks what you've been up to. But if you make me leave this water and come after you..."

Lorraine lifted her eyebrows, waiting for Edgar to finish, but his voice trailed off. What exactly could he do to her? Nothing that would succeed in bending her will, that was for certain. With her long, auburn hair and brown eyes, Lorraine was pretty enough. The dress she wore, soft pink and ankle-length, did little for her figure, but Edgar guessed it was a hand-me-down from an older sister. Many young women Lorraine's age who lived around these parts were already married. Lorraine probably would have been, too, if she tried to behave like a proper lady. What kind of woman lurked around the river, spying on a man while he swam naked? 

Edgar rubbed the back of his neck, growing more uncomfortable by the second. How much had she seen? Had she been here the entire time? Even when he stripped out of his clothes and then waded into the cool, gently flowing water? He was confident that she couldn't discern his nudity below the water's surface, yet the way her gaze lingered on his bare chest before dropping lower, and lower still, made him squirm.

No longer smiling, Lorraine strolled even closer. "The truth is," she said quietly, "I want you to come out of that water, Edgar. If you stand before me and let me get a good look at you, I'll tell you where your clothes are."

Her audacity made him gasp. "What's the matter with you? The way you're talking, it reminds me of..." He sputtered in fury. "You sound like a whore!"

The blush vanished from her cheeks, leaving her pale. "I'm not, though," she said in a surprisingly calm voice. "In fact, it seems I'll never marry. I won't have many chances to learn about men."

"Well, you ain't learning from me!" Edgar retorted.

Lorraine folded her arms over her chest. "Then I'll leave you here. Without your clothes. Good luck finding them!" With that, she spun around and started back toward the woods.

Edgar charged out of the water after her, his anger overwhelming all sense of decency. Instead of turning around, Lorraine picked up her pace. She'd just broken into a run when he reached out to seize her arm, his grip hard enough to bruise her skin. She let out a startled cry but didn't fight. 

Whirling her around to face him, he kept a firm hold on her shoulders. "Damn you, girl! Where are my clothes?"

Tilting her head back, she gazed up at him for a long moment. Then her stare traveled downward, the way it had when he was in the water. Rather than fear, or remorse of any kind, Edgar detected keen interest in the girl's eyes. His body was lean and strong, his chest sporting dark curls. A narrow line of hair trailed down his belly toward his prick, and Lorraine avidly followed it, first with her eyes, and then with her fingertips. 

Edgar gave her a shake. "You've come here looking for trouble, haven't you? Well, I'd say you've found it." Despite his harsh tone, he didn't recoil from her touch. 

She stared down between them, seemingly fascinated by his sex. "Can I hold it?" she whispered. "I just want to know what it feels like."

Lorraine's words made his cock twitch in response. The sight of that involuntary movement had her eyes widening. "Only for a second," he grudgingly told her.

She circled her warm fingers around him, drawing a moan from his throat. No one had ever touched him this way! No other girl would have dared. Yet Lorraine began gently sliding her hand along his length. It wasn't long before he was fully erect, and when his cock pulsed fiercely in her grasp, she let out a yelp of surprise.

Edgar couldn't help but laugh. She certainly was no whore, he realized. Clearly, she'd never fondled a man's prick before. Her surprise only grew when she managed to coax forth a fair amount of pre-ejaculate. Looking up at him, she asked in a high-pitched voice, "Did you already..."

He shook his head. "Not yet. That fluid happens before. But we should stop this; I'm getting too excited."

Her hand kept moving, more insistent now. "What if I let you see me? Could I keep touching you then?"

Edgar was achingly hard. More than that, he was desperate to see what was under her dress. "Fine, but be quick about it," he urged. "We can't stay here long."

As Lorraine set about removing her shoes and underthings, Edgar turned away. It didn't seem right to watch her. His prick refused to soften the least little bit, and he couldn't resist stroking himself while waiting for his neighbor to settle down on the ground and lift her dress up to her waist. "Go on, then," she told him through quickened breaths. 

Edgar was thankful for the shade the trees provided; his skin felt burning hot. Sinking to his knees before Lorraine, he paid no mind to the hard earth beneath him. She opened her legs wide, and he leaned closer. Her sex was covered in red curls, but he caught glimpses of glistening pink. 

"Spread yourself apart," he demanded. 

"Like this?" With her fingers, she parted her fleshy outer lips, revealing far more of the mystery within. Groaning from abject arousal, he studied her labyrinthine folds, and then her opening. It was all so flushed and wet! Even the curls surrounding her sex were damp. "Go on and feel it," she coaxed. "It's only fair, after I touched you."

"Lorraine, we shouldn't," he practically panted. Yet even as he spoke, his fingers were reaching for her. He didn't dare slide one into her entrance; he'd heard enough talk about a woman's maidenhead to know better. Instead, he caressed her slick flesh, fumbling in his ignorance.

Lorraine seemed to enjoy his touch, for she let out a soft cry and then nodded. "Oh, right there, Edgar!"

Breathing in, he caught her scent. Though it made him wild to take her, he was gentle while rubbing the small, swollen bud that seemed to give her such pleasure. Soon, her eyes rolled, and she actually bucked her hips. He stared at her in astonishment, and when she began shaking all over, he tried to pull away. But she grabbed his wrist to keep his hand between her legs.

He dared to stimulate her even faster. Seconds later, her muscles pulled taut, and she released a low scream through clenched teeth. Incredulous, he waited for her trembling to subside before asking, "Did you..."

Still gasping for breath, Lorraine nodded. Edgar gazed down at his fingers, as though they belonged to someone else. How had he managed to make her come? He was furtive in lifting his hand to his face, pretending to brush back a damp strand of hair from his forehead. But secretly, he wanted to inhale her scent again. Her juices coated his skin; could he sneak a taste without her noticing? 

Before Edgar found the nerve to do so, Lorraine grinned and reached for him. He let her pull him down onto the ground, and once he lay on his back, she quickly moved to straddle his legs. "What are you doing?" he asked while watching the young woman again gather her dress around her waist. If anything, his erection had grown even stronger, and he both hoped and feared she would use it for her satisfaction.

He made a guttural sound when Lorraine took his prick in her hand. Gently, she nestled it between the two of them, so its tip was pointing upward towards his face. Propping himself up, he eagerly watched as she began sliding her wet, warm folds against the underside of his member. 

"Oh, dear Lord!" he exclaimed in a shaky voice. "I won't be able to stand that for long!"

Lorraine's eyes met his. Furrowing her brow, she asked, "Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?"

"Not in the least!" he quickly assured her. "It feels a little too good!" Chuckling at her confused expression, he grasped her hips to coax her into continuing. She moved at a fervent pace, releasing her own cries. Edgar realized that Lorraine's swollen pearl, the key to her ecstasy, must be getting plenty of stimulation. 

His body strained beneath her, attempting to thrust. "I'll come if you don't stop!" 

"I want you to come!" Lorraine's face was taut with determination. 

Edgar needed only to fix his stare on her furred sex as it glided back and forth along his cock. The sight brought about a climax so fierce that it momentarily robbed him of breath. He couldn't even utter a warning before his seed shot forth, the first spurt striking his belly. 

Lorraine started that wild shuddering, a sure sign she'd reached her peak as well. More of his seed emerged in a gush, coating his cockhead. Yet that did nothing to deter the girl. Instead, she nestled more snugly against him. With a slight circling of her hips, she massaged his tip with her sex until his semen was smeared all over her folds. A blissful moan escaped her lips, and a smile dawned on her face like sunlight. 

Finally, Edgar sucked in a lungful of air. "Sweetheart, I'm too sensitive now!" he pleaded. 

Reluctantly, Lorraine's hips stilled, and she lifted herself off of him. All the while, she held her dress aloft. Slightly dazed, he stared up at those red curls between her thighs. His seed clung to them. 

It was Lorraine's giggle that drew him from his stupor. "We've made a mess!"

Edgar looked down to see his lower belly, as well as his cock, covered with thick, milky fluid. Climbing to his feet, he said, "I'll wash up in the river. While I do, I trust you'll get my clothes."

"I promise I will," she replied solemnly.

He couldn't help but smile. Closing the short distance between them, he lowered his head and gave Lorraine a kiss. It was sweet and chaste, the kind of kiss a suitor gave a new sweetheart. And Edgar supposed that was what they now were.

He was quick to wash his seed and the odor of sex from his body. While doing so, he watched Lorraine retrieve his clothes from a hiding spot he never would have discovered. She was quite the clever girl. 

After placing his clothes on the ground, just where she'd found them, Lorraine strode on bare feet to the water's edge, then waded into the river. With her dress lifted, she washed between her legs. Completely comfortable in Edgar's presence, she made no attempt at modesty while performing such an intimate act.

Minutes later, they stood together by the river. Lorraine slipped her arms around Edgar's waist, holding him close. "Will you come calling at the house later?" she asked, sounding almost shy.

"I will," he assured her. "Once the chores are done and I've eaten supper."

Lifting her head, she smiled up at him. But then her happiness faded, only to be replaced by concern. "Edgar, do you think what we did could get me into trouble?"

Immediately, he understood her meaning. "I don't think so, Lorraine. I didn't come inside you." Thinking back to his seed smeared all over her flesh, close to her entrance, he prayed he was right. 

His words didn't completely convince her, however. "But what if I did get into trouble?" she persisted. 

Again, Edgar kissed her before offering an affectionate smile. Stroking her cheek, he replied, "Then I'd just have to marry you, wouldn't I?"