Breeana and I weren’t friends.
We’d known each other since elementary school. We had a lot of the same classes together. But by high school, we were in different social circles. I was an uncool nerd who used my wit to avoid being a complete outcast. She was an aloof hipster who hung who didn’t care about fitting in.
I’d always had a thing for her, but it didn’t matter in the high school dynamic. She dated guys who were trying to start their indie rock band. I dated whoever would have me.
But high school ends the day you graduate. Bree and I were going to the same college and both living at home. We were in some of the same core freshman classes. It made sense to carpool a few days a week to save on gas and parking.
I was nervous those first few weeks. I was spending a ninety-minute round trip with a gorgeous, cool, intelligent redhead who I barely talked to in school. But I always had my wit and awkward charm to fall back on. Inevitably we developed a rapport. Our conversations were easy. We had a similar sense of humor and liked the same music and films. She’d managed to avoid the stereotype in high school, but Bree was a nerd at heart. Just one who happened to be pretty and well-dressed.
In the fall she was still in a relationship with her boyfriend from high school. He was a burnout playing in a band who had no interest in college. And she would have been fine with that if he had talent or ambition. But mostly he just fucked around with his friends, didn’t book gigs, and made money delivering pizza. She started opening up to me on our drives and it was obvious she wasn’t happy.
She finally ended things with him over the winter break. She was a little sad. He’d been her first love. But she was far from devastated.
In the spring I started tutoring her in math. I was taking calculus at that point and she was struggling with advanced algebra. We were spending a lot of time together--several hours a week in the car and a few at the library or her house. Her family loved me. Study sessions turned into getting meals together. Meals led to hanging out and watching old movies.
Bree loved old Hollywood and foreign films. All of her clothing was retro. Her favorite actress was Ann-Margret, mostly because they looked alike and both had red hair. By late spring we were watching movies in her basement a few times a week. We started touching each other more. We flirted. And then one night we kissed.
Our nineteen-year-old libidos took over from that point. We fell hard for each other. We spent all of our free time together. And we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. There was a tenderness and romance to it. But it wasn’t entirely innocent. I spent a lot of time daydreaming about sex with Bree.
Unfortunately, it was only daydreaming. Bree wasn’t a virgin. She had slept with her last boyfriend. But she wanted to take things slow with me.
I didn’t have the skills or moves to change her mind. At that point, I’d only had with one person, and that was mostly a pity fuck from a girl at a party a year earlier who thought it was sad that I a virgin at eighteen. We’d fucked in her car while guys at the party stood around laughing and banging on the windows and yelling words of encouragement. I’d foolishly asked her on a date afterward and she laughed at me.
Even if I could persuade Bree, there was a lack of opportunity. We both lived at home with our families. It’s not like we could sneak off to the bedroom. And she was adamant that our first time wouldn’t be in a car.
We still spent hours making out. We usually had the basement to ourselves at her house. The stairs were loud enough that we could hear anyone coming down. We’d kiss and we would touch one another mostly over the clothes. Now and then things would get intense enough for me to open a button or two on Bree’s blouse and caress her through her bra.
By the end of the spring semester, we had made it to dry humping. We’d like on the couch with her skirt around her waist and I’d grind my crotch over her panties. It was a miracle we never got caught. It always felt like we were making a lot of noise. On two occasions I creamed my jeans.
It was a few weeks after the semester ended when Bree called me over with big news. After chatting with her parents we went down to the basement to hang out, as usual.
“So what’s the news,” I asked her.
“Every year,” she said, “My family gets a lake house for a couple of weeks during the summer. It’s nothing fancy. Just a place near the mountains where we can hike and swim and boat and relax. It was fun when I was a kid, but it’s a little dull now.”
I thought I knew where she was going.
“So you aren’t going this year? And we will have two weeks alone at your house?”
“No,” she answered. “That’s definitely not an option.”
“Oh,” I answered. “So I’m not going to see you for two weeks?”
“No,” she responded. “You’re going to see me every day for two weeks. If you want. There is an extra room. And they’re going to invite you.”
“Of course I’ll go,” I said. “I can’t be away from you that long.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I was thinking we will probably have a lot of alone time. And it’s kind of romantic. It might be time to take our relationship to the next level. My first time wasn’t special. Maybe our first time can be.”
My heartfelt like it might thump out of my chest. I pulled Bree to me and we kissed one another. She straddled me so she could feel my hard cock against her pussy.
“Do you want to finger me?” she asked.
I couldn’t believe she was offering.
She pushed her panties to the side and exposed her pussy covered in ginger hair. I barely knew what I was doing, but Bree was patient. She kept her eyes open and locked on mine. She bit her lip frequently to avoid crying out. And she quietly fucked my hand in her parents' basement. She got herself off with minimal help from me.
“Get your cock out,” she said after.
We sat on the couch with a blanket draped over us and a movie playing. And I got my first handjob from Bree. It was a little clumsy, but she clearly had more experience touching men than I did with women.
The next few weeks were sweet agony. There was no going back to just making out. We got each other off every time we were together. I became quite confident with my fingers. And Bree mastered edging me with her hand.
Instead of relieving my sexual urges, Bree getting me off just made me want more. I could not wait for the trip to the lake.
The place her parents rented was a rustic cabin with some modern amenities. It had a big deck, a dock, and a great lake view. There were five bedrooms. Bree and I each got a room to ourselves. Her parents took the master bedroom and her two younger brothers share a room with two beds.
The floors were creaky as hell, so sneaking from room to room at night wasn’t an option. But Bree was certain we’d have plenty of chances to be alone. Unfortunately, storms rolled in on the day we arrived and everyone was stuck indoors. We played a lot of board games as a group. And I was secretly frightened we’d spend the whole trip together.
Day two turned out to be perfect weather. It was a little cool and sunny with a good breeze. Everyone was making plans over breakfast when Bree suggested we rent a boat so I could see the lake. Her parents thought it was a good idea and asked if they should come along. Bree assured them that we’d be fine on our own.
She was wearing a loose white sleeveless blouse that day and a pale blue linen skirt. Her red hair was pulled back in a ponytail and tied with a big blue bow. Her face was covered with Audrey Hepburn sunglasses.
We were able to get a half-day rental on a pontoon vote from a marina on the lake. I drove while Bree gave direction. For the first half-hour, she even played the role of tour guide and pointed out houses she liked and landmarks. But once we were far enough from the marina she started looking for a secluded cove.
We eventually found a beautiful place with no fisherman or swimmers. It was a quiet dogleg cove surrounded by trees. I anchored the boat and Bree set the sunshade so it gave us some privacy.
There was a moment of quiet apprehension. We’d been fooling around for months, but it was always spontaneous. This was our first planned encounter.
We sat next to one another on a bench seat. I leaned in and kissed her. It was slow and tender to start. But it quickly picked up. I ran my hand up her smooth thigh and grazed her cotton panties. They were damp. She moaned softly in response to my touch. I started to slip a finger in, but she played defense and pushed my arm away.
I started kissing her neck. I moaned again. Her lips parted and she sighed.
"Open your blouse," I whispered.
She shook her head.
"Just a little," I pleaded. "It turns me on.”
"I like you turned on," she responded.
She opened the top three buttons on her blouse. She had on a white bra and her creamy, freckled cleavage spilled out of the top.
I kissed the top of her tits. Then I went back to her neck. I slowly brought my hand under her skirt again. This time she didn't resist.
I grazed my thumb over her mound and she groaned with delight.
"Finger me," she whispered.
"I want to fuck you," I said.
"Not yet," she said.
I was disappointed, but that didn't stop me from pushing her panties aside and plunging a finger into her cunt. Bree moaned with delight as I pulled it out and slid it back in. I pushed a second finger in and started fucking her harder. I reached over and grabbed her tit. I wanted to make her cum. I started fucking her harder with my hand. She moaned loudly.
"Oh," she gasped. "Oh. Don't stop."
She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. She let out a loud moan.
"That's hot," I said. "I like it when you're loud."
"We never get the chance to be loud" she panted.
I fucked her hard with my fingers. She let out another loud cry.
"Oh, YES," she called. "Oh, YES! Make me cum."
I fingered her faster. She started crying out repeatedly. Her tits bounced as I pounded her pussy.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" she called out. And then she came. Her body quivered and contorted. She threw her arms around me and we kissed. I buried my face in her titties.
“Your turn,” she said.
I stood up and dropped my shorts. My dick was rock hard.
“We are all alone and have plenty of time. Why don’t we go all the way?” I asked.
Bree shook her head.
“Not here,” she said. “It’s not right.”
I tried to argue, but I knew it was pointless. She was resolute.
She resisted. She took my dick in her small hands.
“There is something else I can do. Or you can keep pouting.”
“I just want you,” I said.
“You’ll have me. I’m yours.”
She started stroking my dick.
“You know you like this,” she teased.
I nodded.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I just want more.”
She took her sunglasses off and locked her big green eyes on my face. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me