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I woke up with something heavy on top of me and blinked at the morning sunlight filtering through the nylon roof above me. Looking down I saw a tangle of Sara's light brown, almost blonde, hair sticking out the top of the sleeping bag, right where my chest was.
I slid one hand down her smooth back, cupping her butt and squeezing gently, and told her it was to get up. No response. I jostled her and repeated myself, a bit louder this time.
"Nn-nn."
"Yuh-huh. C'mon, time to get up, kiddo."
"Nnnn."
"Seriously, I really have to pee."
She stuck her head out of the sleeping bag, blinking sleepily, and dug her chin into my chest uncomfortably. After a moment, she responded, "I do too," but didn't make a move to get up.
I unzipped the two sleeping bags and peeled them apart, revealing her naked body lying on top of mine. She blushed adorably as she sat up, and I kissed her forehead and said, "good morning."
I slid on my socks and shoes while she dug around in the supplies for a bit, then grabbed her own shoes and socks and followed me out of the tent. For some reason she'd grabbed the roll of toilet paper I'd brought along; maybe she had to poop too.
I led her into the trees, selected a bush, and began peeing directly onto an ant hill I spotted beneath it, sighing in relief. Emptying your bladder really did feel almost as good as emptying your balls.
Sara went around to the other side of the bush and squatted down, spreading herself open with one hand. Then she turned that cute shade of red again when she noticed me looking and said, "don't look!"
"What? I see you naked all the time."
"I'm peeing!"
"So?"
"I can't go if you're watching me!"
I shrugged and turned around, enjoying the feel of the breeze rustling through the trees and blowing across my naked body and waited until she sounded finished. I turned back around to see her wrapping her hand in toilet paper until it resembled a baseball glove and stick it between her legs.
"What do you need so much toilet paper for?"
"You're not a girl; you wouldn't get it."
Well, that was a valid point. I watched her make two more catcher's mitts to wipe herself with, content with at least solving the mystery of why we went through toilet paper so quickly. It always seemed like my mother and sister could go through an entire roll in a single day, and this went a long way to explaining why.
Finished, I had Sara toss the roll back in the tent and asked what she wanted to do today.
"Let's go swimming!"
It was already getting warm and seemed like it was going to be hotter than the day before, so I thought this was an excellent idea. Leading her down to the pond, I stripped off my socks and shoes and stood on the little dock waiting as she did the same, remembering the last time we'd been here.
Both of us completely nude, I announced, "Race you!" and ran off the end of the dock, jumping in with a huge splash. Touching bottom, I quickly rose to the surface with a gasp and shook myself. It felt great!
Sara, meanwhile, had let me jump in all by myself and was carefully dipping one toe into the water.
"C'mon, it feels great!"
"No, it's cold!"
She sat down on the end of the dock and hesitantly dunked her feet into the water, then perched on the very edge slowly lowering herself in and making funny faces the entire time.
So naturally I grabbed her by the wrists and hauled her into the water.
She popped up laughing and slapped me on the chest, and we soon began swimming around the pond, splashing, and generally having a good time. We played around for a good hour or so before I sat on a big rock near the edge of the pond to catch my breath.
Sara waded over to join me and climbed into my lap, trying to find a ticklish spot and not succeeding much. I grabbed her by the hands and held her arms up above her head with one hand while my other hand went to work on her, tickling her all over. She writhed and giggled, straddling me to keep from falling deeper into the water while trying to escape my grasp. No such luck.
"Stooooop!" she said, still laughing. I relented and released her hands, and she lay against my chest, head on my shoulder, as she caught her breath, still grinning. I put my arms around her in a hug while she panted in my ear, still giggling every so often.
After she'd caught her breath, I found one of my hands wandering down her back, slipping over her thigh, and between her legs. She raised herself up a little to give me better access, and I gently rubbed my hand up and down her soft, pillowy labia.
After a minute or two of this, she settled down into my lap, making it hard to pet her, smiled, and said, "kiss me."
I gave her a peck on the forehead and she shook her head.
"No?"
I kissed the tip of her nose and she shook her head again. Not good enough. I kissed her on the cheek.
She tilted her chin up toward me, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips. Well, who am I to disappoint the little lady? I puckered up and planted my lips against hers, awkwardly mashing our noses together at first until I tilted my head slightly to one side.
C'mon, give me a break; I'd never given a girl a real kiss before. Hell, I'd never even been kissed by a girl before this, Sara included.
I broke off the kiss and she opened her eyes, grinning dreamily.
"I never had a real kiss before."
"That was my first real kiss too, kiddo."
She leaned in to embrace me again, then, to my surprise, began moving her hips; straddling me like she was, the length of my rapidly growing erection went right into her slit, flanked on either side by her labia, and she began rubbing herself up and down its length, grinding her pelvis against my dick as she dry humped me.
Well, as much as you can dry hump someone while shoulder-deep in a pond and her pussy is the bun to your hot dog. I'm sure there's a technical term for it, probably in German since they seem good at inventing terms for everything.
She bit her lip as she began grinding herself against my dick even harder, which was honestly a little uncomfortable for me but I wasn't about to complain. The contrast between her warm crotch and the cold water certainly made for an interest feeling. This only lasted another minute or so before she seemed to get frustrated and quit moving her hips though.
"Help me."
I put each hand under an armpit, flipped her around to face the other way, and then put my hand between her legs and began rubbing up and down her slit vigorously. I felt around and found where her clit was hiding, pinching its hood between my fingers as I began stroking her up and down, adding a little circular motion as I went.
Her legs hooked themselves around mine and she grabbed my free hand in both of hers, squeezing hard as her breathing turned into panting again. I picked up the pace and she started making this adorable little squeak as she panted, squirming in my lap, biting her lip as she began making high-pitched little moans.
I took my hand that wasn't busy playing roast beef DJ and began rubbing her left nipple with it. She squeezed my hand tighter, her squeaks and moans getting more constant, until she suddenly squeezed my legs hard with hers, arched her back, and let out a long, high moan in the back of her throat, holding it for several seconds before collapsing into my arms and panting for breath.
I stood and lifted her out of the water onto the dock, where she sprawled on the wooden planks, legs spread and crotch a dark red to match the lighter flush across her face. I climbed out and lay down next to her, belatedly remembering the towels I'd left in the tent. Oh well, we air dried last time, we could do it again.
She finally caught her breath and rolled over to hug me, so I put my arms around her and kissed her forehead again.
"Did that feel good?"
She nodded.
"That felt great."
"No problem, kiddo. I like it when you feel good."
I lay there for probably a good twenty minutes, watching the clouds slowly float by overhead between the branches of the trees, just holding her.
"I'm glad you're my boyfriend."
I looked down at her and she tilted her head up to look at me, her beautiful smile making her entire face light up like an angel's.
"I'm glad you're my girlfriend too."
"Kiss me again?"
"Sure."
She sat upright, and I sat up and and we awkwardly kissed each other on the lips again. She broke off first this time, giggling and looking at me with a little embarrassment.
"We'll practice that."
"Yeah."
"Meanwhile," I said, looking at my crotch pointedly, "think I can have a turn now?"
She nodded knowingly and took my still hard-as-a-rock penis into her mouth and went to work. I rested one hand on the back of her head as I leaned back, watching the clouds again as I felt the exquisite warmth and moistness of her perfect little mouth around my cock.
The blowjob felt great, but she wasn't going very deep this time, and when she didn't respond to my request I gently pushed her head down a little further on my dick. She stopped moving her head and waited until I quit pushing, then resumed sucking me off, remaining at the new depth.
"Good girl," I whispered. "Just a little faster."
She complied, paused briefly to take my dick out of her mouth and rotate her head (her neck was probably getting sore again), then resumed sucking at the faster speed. I closed my eyes and reveled in the sensation probably for another five minutes before I felt that tightness again.
"Ok sweetie, here it comes..."
She pulled all but the head out of her mouth and held it there as I came.
"Don't swallow yet."
"Mmm?"
"Lemme see."
She carefully pulled my dick the rest of the way out of her mouth and sat up, looking at me with a slightly puzzled expression, cheeks bulged comically.
"Say aaaaaah!"
"Aaaaaah!"
She opened her mouth wide and I saw my jizz all over her tongue. If I hadn't just blown my load, that would have given me an instant hard on again.
"Ok."
She swallowed and tackled me in a big bear hug, which I returned.
"Good job, sweetie."
We just lay there in each other's arms, looking up at the trees and the sky above them, reveling in the moment.
Finally, she lifted her head up and asked, "so where's the final boss?"
"What?"
"In Pokemon. You have to fight the guy from the original games, right? Where is he?"
"Um... Mount Silver."
"Ick. I hate caves. Getting Mewtwo was bad enough."
"Well, at least this one isn't full of Zubats."
"Thank God. I hate those things."
"Everyone does."
I slowly got to my feet and put my socks and shoes back on, while she followed suit, then we headed back to the tent, hand in hand.
This was certainly a weird relationship, but it was amazing how well we got along.