“This is the last time I let you drag me hiking with you!” I declared to my brother while struggling to assemble the last few parts of the tent I was going to sleep in tonight. “Was this thing designed by IKEA? There are too many extra parts, for God’s sake!”

“Andrew will help you with it; we have to go so that we can go back before dark.”

My brother and the rest of his college friends were going to attack the mountain peak and I was more than happy to stay behind. The group was okay, but I didn’t quite think I fit – the girls were tall, where I was small; skinny, where I was more than curvy, and it brought back insecurities I thought I had already left behind. Some of the boys did catch my eye but their rude jokes and crude behavior weren’t to my liking. So, I spent the whole morning dragging behind everyone else and counting the minutes towards reaching the camping place.

“I am not sure Andrew can even help himself,” I pointed toward the slow-eyed giant  of a boy, who was looking at his own tent like it has just grown two heads and offered him a drink. Quiet and somehow lazy in his movements, he was almost as happy to be here as me, so with a sigh I went through the tent instructions one more time and got my hands on it.

Two hours later we were sitting inside the slightly unstable tent. Andrew had hardly said two words to me the whole time, but managed to trip over his own feet multiple times. He was so helpless, it was endearing.

“I am officially bored! Let’s play a game,” I said, pulling out the deck of cards from the side pocket of my backpack. “Poker?”

“Sure,” Andrew replied. “We don’t have any money, though. What are we playing for? I only have some water and a granola bar we will very soon need, if we will have to stay the night here. You must be starving after a whole day of mountain climbing; here.”

 He hastily pushed the bar in my hand and pulled away.

This was the longest sentence I had heard him speak so far, no wonder it left him a little breathless and me slightly stunned.

“This is so nice of you, Andrew! You don’t have to do that, you know! I am perfectly fine.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured.

“There aren’t many of your kind left, you know,” I wondered out loud - the dying species of the gentleman, spare in his words, but  taking his coat off in the freezing cold to offer protection for the woman on his hand.

In this line of thought, it was getting chilly in the tent as well, and I pulled a sweater over my head, grateful I was not stubborn enough to refuse to put it in my luggage when my mom insisted.

The static of the artificial material immediately charged my short hair and it flew around my head like a dandelion.

Stifling the burst of laughter in my throat, I waited for Andrew to laugh, too. He didn’t.

“Like an angel”, he whispered and twisted his hands in his lap.

“You are so sweet.” 

The words have barely left my mouth, when he snorted under his breath, “Yeah, because that’s what the girls are really looking for, right…”

“Of course they are!” I contradicted.

“Yeah, you can really tell that by the dozens of them, struggling for my attention.” the laugh was bitter-sweet in his throat and my heart hurt.

I took him in for a second – the gentle giant, bothering his lip and picking on his nails in frustration and I rose on my knees. Not breaking eye contact even for a second, I took his large hand and very deliberately pushed it inside my yoga pants, placing it firmly between my legs.

“This is how wet I am for you, sweet, sweet boy,” I said, and offered my lips for a kiss.

When our mouths touched and his breath hissed, I ran my tongue over his lips and whispered, “I want to feel you doing the same thing between my legs,” tugging the hoody over his head.

Aside of the very few sighs and gasps he was quiet, very quiet and for a moment I thought I went too far, pushed too hard for something he was not actually interested in.

“Is this okay?” I searched his eyes for an answer and he nodded.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.” He tried to drop his gaze down but I pulled his chin up with my finger.

“I am huge, Kate. Everywhere.  And you are… not."

“Sweet, sweet boy," I repeated my sentiment from before and pulled the hoody and tank top over my head in one move.

Left in my sports bra only, I was acutely aware of what the cold has done to my nipples, already hard from the exposure. I might have looked small in comparison in Andrew’s eyes, but I wasn’t exactly a tiny girl. I had curves, too much here and there, and I knew it.

Yet, I have learned long ago to accept and use what I had and was not going to cover myself. One shy person here was enough, so I pushed the straps down my arms and exposed my nipples. Cupping one breast, I teased the nipple and ran my finger over the other. His gaze darkened and he shifted, stretching his legs in front of him.

Pushing them open, I nestled between them and sighed at the pure pleasure of having my bare back pressed against his wide chest.

Taking that speaking was embarrassing for him, I also kept quiet and simply placed his hand on my breast, showing him how to pleasure me. He was a good student, this boy.

His other hand found my other nipple and started tugging, squeezing and teasing until my back arched and I thought that if we stayed like this for a while, I could come from this foreplay alone.

I wasn’t going to, though. So I pushed my pants and underwear down and slid his finger over my clit. Keeping my hand over his, I could apply just the right amount of pressure, exactly where I wanted it.

God!

Pushing his hand further down, I directed a finger inside of me. His thumb was still out, though, and when I started to move, the stimulation was so intense, that I cried out in pleasure.

I knew this was going to be a hard ride. I wasn’t fooling myself, so I had to be ready before he entered me. Twisting myself at just the right angel, I let another finger join the first and took what I could, my breasts jumping up and down with every push.

I was moaning and panting, not holding anything, but having my back to him, all I could get as a reaction was his heavy breathing, so I lifted myself up and turned to check on him. Cheeks flushed, he locked his gaze with mine and I sighed in relief.

“Okay?” I asked.

“Okay,” he mumbled.

“Okay, then,” I repeated and pulled the drawstrings of his pants down, revealing a very impressive erection, straining against his boxer briefs.

Oh, he was doing more than okay, I thought and bared him all.

He was big, bigger than any other man I had touched before and I wondered, if I would even be able to take him in my mouth. Moistening my lips, I slowly circled the head and squeezed the rest of the length in my hand.

“Fuck,” he hissed and threw his head back.

Not so quiet anymore, I laughed smugly under my breath and gently caressed my clit.

Pleasuring him was a turn on I didn’t think possible. I had never actually enjoying blowing a man before but the subtle way he took it, not forcing me to do anything, was so liberating that I found myself searching for more instead of hoping it to be over.

Pushing myself to my knees, I took his balls in my mouth and was immediately rewarded with a cry so primal, that I felt my juices leaking on my leg. I was so wet, I couldn’t see straight.

 It was time.

I released his cock and lay next to him. I knew he worried he would hurt me and to be honest, I worried a little too, so I curled my knees to my chest, ran a hand between my folds and then over his length, lubricating as much as I could.

“Go slow, go really slow,” I instructed and he slipped the first delicious inch of his monstrous penis inside of me. I took a deep breath and pushed myself against him a little further. He wasn’t just big. He was huge, stretching me to the fullest and I couldn’t help but wince a little.

“It’s okay,” I said, this time to myself and placed one of his hands on my tits, while pressing  the other over my center. I had to relax, or this was going to hurt.

“If I go any slower, I will have to go backwards,”  Andrew stated behind me and for all that is sacred I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

 I must have somehow lost track of the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched to the fullest because I wrapped my legs around him and he slipped even further, hitting the end of me for just a second and then slightly retreating.

In the deepest, darkest corners of my mind I liked it more than it hurt.

 I took his hand and placed it on where my hip bone would be poking if I looked the way society wanted me to look. Finding the leverage he needed, Andrew started moving, tentatively at first, his head buried in my shoulder.

Twisting my head I faced him and our lips locked in a kiss much more sloppy and feverish than the first. His tongue was in my mouth, mimicking the wet movements of him inside of me and the air was tense with our moaning.

Without separating us, I moved on all fours, the position allowing him to sink in even deeper. Grabbing my neck for support, he thrusted in and out in a rhythm that made my toes curl. I could feel him tense behind me and tightened my inside muscles, milking him for as long as I could, taking in the tremors and his unraveling.

It took him almost a minute to catch his breath and come to his bearing. I almost expect him to collapse on top of me, but always careful not to break me, he lay on his back and placed me on top of him.

“Thank you,” he breathed a kiss on my temple. “I am sorry, I couldn’t last longer. You didn’t…”

“That’s okay,” I winked, “I wasn’t kidding, when I said I want to feel your tongue between my legs.” His deep blush was so endearing, that I couldn’t help but laugh and take his cheeks in my hands for one last kiss.