Tara and I had just finished our sandwiches when she made a show of fanning herself. "It's getting hot," she said. "Why don't we head into the woods for a little while?"

I swallowed hard at her suggestion. Though the spring day was plenty warm, my flushed face had nothing to do with the heat. Hadn't I expected this to happen? I asked myself. When Tara invited me to a nature preserve not far from the college we both attended, I figured it wasn't just for a picnic. This was the moment I'd both dreaded and longed for.

Still, I glanced around the meadow. It was empty except for us. "But our stuff..."

We'd spread out a blanket, and Tara had brought a tote bag filled with food and drinks. Now, she snorted and said, "No one's going to steal it, but I'll keep our phones and keys in my purse, okay?" When I hesitated, her tone grew more insistent. "Come on, Caleb. I'm starting to sweat."

As I followed Tara toward the woods surrounding the meadow, I couldn't help but stare at her long legs. Her clingy red dress did little to cover them. Instead, it accentuated her narrow hips and the slight curve of her buttocks. Her sandals revealed toenails painted the same shade of scarlet as her dress.

I'd never before met anyone like Tara. While I was a freshman, she was a junior, and I had no idea why she'd singled me out for attention. My roommate didn't bother hiding his envy when he told me he'd give his left nut to spend an evening with her.

My first year of college was almost finished, and though it had gone well, I still felt somewhat like an outsider. I'd come from a very small town, where most of the people were deeply religious like me and my parents. I was a virgin, having made a promise to wait till marriage before I had sex. Until I'd started hanging out with Tara, my experience was limited to pecks on the lips with a girl I briefly dated during my senior year of high school.

Tara, however, was worldly, having traveled extensively with her artist father. She also had an air of sophistication that drew people to her. She wore her dark hair short and slicked back, effortlessly managing a look a lot of other girls wouldn't have dared to try. I knew her nipples were pierced because she'd flashed me at a party one night, laughing at my shocked expression.

My parents would hate her, I knew.

So far, Tara had accepted my decision to remain a virgin, though she'd rolled her eyes when I insisted that oral sex still counted as sex. A few days ago, she'd stroked me through my pants until I thought I would humiliate myself by coming from that alone. After I told her we needed to stop, she contented herself with teaching me to be a better kisser. I found myself grateful that she was willing to tolerate my clumsy attempts, and her instructions did help me improve.

I wasn't foolish enough to think Tara would remain satisfied with only kissing and touching, for she kept pushing me a little more each time we were together. During the drive out to the preserve, she'd grabbed my hand and placed it against her breast. I immediately pulled away, as if I'd touched something burning hot, but that only made her burst out laughing.

Today felt like a test, and as Tara led me deeper into the woods, I feared I would fail it.

The trees cast long shadows, providing delightful shade. "Isn't this better?" she asked, holding onto my hand.

"It is," I agreed.

We didn't speak again until she stopped at a huge oak tree. It was wide enough so that she could lean against it and be concealed from anyone who might enter the woods from the meadow. 

After setting her purse down on the ground, she offered me a wicked grin. "I have a surprise for you."

My pulse quickened, for I knew by now that Tara's surprises were what my parents would call shamelessly sinful.

Slowly, teasingly, she pulled up her dress. My eyes widened when I saw that she wasn't wearing panties. I knew I should look away, but I couldn't resist staring at her smooth skin. Her outer labia weren't all that large, and I could see her inner folds peeking out from between them.

"You shouldn't do that here." Finally, I averted my eyes.

When Tara spoke my name, her voice was sharp. I forced myself to meet her gaze. "I like you," she began, "but I have plenty of friends already. If you want to keep spending time with me, you need to be more than friendly, Caleb. Do you understand?"

Again, I struggled to swallow past what felt like a marble lodged in my throat. "I understand," I croaked.

Tara stroked my cheek, her expression softening. "You're so sweet and innocent," she said, "with those dark curls and gorgeous brown eyes. Still, you can't stay that way forever. I won't try to fuck you, but there are plenty of other things you can do to make me feel good." Her smile was almost angelic. "And you want to make me feel good, don't you?"

I quickly nodded. Despite my skyrocketing anxiety, her words had me growing hard. Guilt mingled with desire inside me, making my palms clammy and my mouth dry.

"Get on your knees," she demanded.

I knew this was wrong, and that I was giving in to temptation, but I did as Tara said. She spread her outer lips apart to reveal more of her pink, glistening flesh. 

"Come closer." Her voice was a playful whisper.

Transfixed by the sight of her pussy, I remained frozen, in the grip of an internal tug-of-war. Both panic and lust pulled me in opposite mental directions, and I could only gape at the wanton display before me.

"Don't be shy," she coaxed. "Here, I'll get you started with just a taste." She slid her fingers along the length of her pussy, from her clitoris to her entrance, then held them in front of my lips. They were coated with her clear, viscous lubrication. My eyes grew even wider. I understood that women got wet, but I had no idea they got this wet!

"Open your mouth," Tara said.

As soon as I did, she thrust her fingers inside. I made a surprised sound, my taste buds puckering. Her juice was both salty and tangy. It seemed to linger on my tongue even after I swallowed several times.

"You like that?" she murmured.

I refused to look up at her as I nodded. By this point, I was painfully hard and desperate to take out my cock, but I feared doing so would make her think I wanted to have sex. So I squirmed and fought to control my rapid breathing. I sucked her fingers while my face burned in shame.

When Tara grabbed my hair, I let her draw me closer. Now, I could smell her pussy as well as taste it. She pressed my face firmly between her thighs, muffling my cry.

"Have another taste," she practically cooed. "I know you want to."

Reluctantly, I extended my tongue. When I dared to give her a tentative lick, she draped her left leg over my shoulder. Her grip remained firm on my hair. While leaning back against the tree, she started grinding her pussy against my face.

I was overwhelmed, fighting the urge to pull away. This was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn't deny her. My tongue soon grew eager, and I delighted in her pleasured groans. She let me explore every inch of her sex.

The moment I grazed Tara's clit, she grabbed my head with both hands and held me fast. I wriggled in her grip, but she only said, "Right there! Keep doing that, Caleb!"

I closed my eyes, focusing all my attention on pleasing her. That little nub seemed to swell beneath my tongue, as if begging for more.

"Now you're getting the hang of it!" Tara laughed through her shallow breaths. "Don't stop, keep licking!" Her tone was almost taunting. "Spell out I love pussy with the tip of your tongue."

A surge of anger coursed through me, for I hated being mocked like this. But I still obeyed her, diligently spelling out each word and giving my tongue a workout in the process.

"Finger my cunt!" Tara worked her sopping wet folds faster against me. When I thrust two fingers inside her, she actually shuddered. I felt her begin to tremble. "Harder! Oh, fuck yes!"

My frustration made me rough, but the faster and harder I drove my index and middle fingers into Tara's pussy, the more she carried on like she couldn't get enough. I summoned up the courage to nibble her clit, using just a hint of teeth. That pressure made her buck wildly, and I feared her wails would carry through the woods.

I released my own surprised cry when her muscles clenched around my fingers again and again. In spite of—or maybe because of—my shame and trepidation, I'd made Tara come.

She finally loosened her hold on me, and I eased my fingers out of her pussy. I made a point to meet her stare while sliding those fingers into my mouth.

Tara grinned at the sight. She was still panting, and her fair skin was flushed. "How hard are you right now, Caleb?"

"Hard as a fucking rock," I responded.

When she told me to stand up, I instantly obeyed. Cupping my face in her hands, she kissed me, her tongue meeting mine. I knew she was tasting herself; she seemed to love it.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, Tara lowered the bodice of her dress. No bra concealed her small breasts from my view. I quickly looked around to make sure we were still alone. Then I took a moment to ogle her tits. Each nipple was adorned by a silver barbell.

When she started to free my cock from my shorts, I seized her wrists and shook my head. It was sinful, what she wanted to do, but that wasn't the reason I stopped her. I knew if she decided to return the favor and go down on me, I'd come in seconds.

"Jerk off for me," Tara said. "If you won't let me suck you off, at least come on my tits."

Now, she was the one who sank to her knees. I had my dick out in record time, more than willing to do what she commanded. She gazed up at me, licking her lips while cupping her breasts.

"Get me dirty!" Her stare dropped to my cock, which I was furiously stroking. My gasps and grunts seemed far too loud, but I was beyond caring. "You have such a nice dick," she purred. "I bet it would feel so good in my pussy!"

Those words, along with the sight of Tara's tongue lewdly gliding over her lips, made me climax with a loud groan. The first rope of cum glazed her left nipple, coating the barbell. More landed between her tits. I kept jerking, desperate to give her every drop. Her eager moans drove me into a frenzy, and I couldn't resist angling my cock upward, toward her chin. She gasped when a final spurt of semen struck her mouth.

I feared she'd be angry, but instead, she extended her tongue to collect my cum. "Mmm!" She audibly swallowed, then used her fingers to gather up more from her chest. I watched her lick them clean. "I love the way you taste, Caleb."

Her debauchery filled me with revulsion, as well as another jolt of lust. If we stayed like this, I'd get hard again in no time, and I knew I'd end up losing all control.

Turning my back to Tara, I put away my cock. Even now, my hands were violently shaking. I heard her stand and then approach me. When she touched my shoulder, I couldn't help but tense up. But then she slid her arms around my waist, and I slowly relaxed.

"I want to keep seeing you," she whispered. "Do you want to keep seeing me?"

"Yes," I replied. Inhaling deeply, I could smell the scent of her clinging to me.

Tara slipped her hands under my shirt. "I understand you feel guilty. You know what you need to do, right?"

When I didn't answer, she turned me toward her. Already, I sensed the invisible chain tethering me to this girl; there was no longer a doubt in my mind that I'd follow her anywhere.

Tara gave me another kiss, this one sweet and tender. "Here's what you need to do." She flashed a sly smile. "You need to pray for forgiveness. That'll make you feel better about all this. And while you're at it..."

Again, she worked her fingers into my mouth. They'd been covered with her juice and my cum, and I now readily sucked them.

"You also need to thank God for giving you such a talented tongue." With her free hand, Tara patted my cheek before adding, "Because I'm going to make sure that talent is put to good use."