I was fresh out of boot camp. Trolling around the halls of the high school. Old teachers fawning over me. Most don't recognize me right away, my long hair and goatee now gone.

Yes, I had a goatee, and it was filled in since the age of 15. My body couldn't be described into one category. I was on the swim team, two seasons a year for seven years. Soccer, tennis, and track rounded out my cardio based sports. I was lean, you couldn't pinch skin when I flexed. Various martial arts, wrestling, weightlifting, lacrosse, among some others bolstered muscle size. So I wasn't as bulky as I could have been, and not a sleek as I should have been, somewhere in the middle. I could go faster and longer than most, and I could use brute strength if needed, but not as fast, long, or strong as I could have been had I focused on either cardio or strength.

A had a body I loved. Not slimmed down like a stereotypical cheerleader, but built up like someone who had to do physical work. Softball was her sport. Catcher her position. Smaller to full C cups, a good tight core, feminine waist and hips, and thighs she could crush a watermelon with.

We HATED each other in high school. I had dated almost her entire friend group, and the 3 I had were among them. She was the only one I didn't date. None of her friends objected, in fact they all thought we'd hit it off, but she wasn't having any of it, and in turn I didn't pursue.

Until, that is, I was in a uniform. Her opinion softened quite a bit. I asked her teacher if I could borrow her, her teacher had a knowing smile and said, “Of course!”

We spent the whole period trading little snips, barbs, and sneaky touches in the hallway. And then I asked A to dinner and a movie.

“Yes, of course. Why do you think I'm still out here, dumbass!”

My job done, I left her there. Cell phones weren't a common item at the time, having a meeting set at 5 in front of the WalMart, I went to my motel room. Notice I said motel, not hotel. I was only 19 after all.

We met at the time and place. She demands we take her car. It's a forty five minute drive to the area with nicer restaurants and a movie theater. If I screw this up, it's a VERY expensive taxi ride home.

I'm 19, the hormones and my dick are doing all the thinking, so of course I agree.

A is wearing a short white sundress with yellow flowers on it, and sandals. It doesn't look like she has a bra on, and at 18, she doesn't need one. She's two inches shorter than me.

I'm wearing a black pair of dressier pants and a red button down shirt, with black dress shoes from the military, they're really shiny.

Red Lobster, the nicest restaurant a 19 year old can afford. We have a table in a corner. You know where this is going.

No, get your mind out of the gutter. Lots of touching. Inching her skirt up, only for her to slap my hand away and put it back where it should be.

Movie was not much different, but once the lights went down, I started trying in earnest. Her hands told me she wasn't going to fight near as much as she did at dinner. At this point I can verify she was not, in fact, wearing a bra. And I could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. It didn't take long for me to realize she also has no panties on, either.

Through our searching of each other's bodies, I learn that she shaves her legs, but not what is between them. I can feel the thick curls of her pubic hair. I can feel how stiff and large her nipples get. And for the first time I realize that a woman's breasts swell a little when they are turned on.

A, on the other hand, has learned I have not heard of manscaping yet. Unlike her previous boyfriends, who had not yet been able to grow real body hair, I have it in spades.

I could not for the life of me tell you what movie we were at. That was the longest drive I've ever been on. Both of us wanted nothing more than to tear each other's clothes off, but we were unable.

We make it back to the motel, to hell with getting my car, I can't wait. A can't wait.

A parks, and starts trying to adjust her skirt to get out, but I don't worry about it. I run to her side and drag her out, picking her up. She's maybe 120 pounds, she's got muscle, and I figure out how much muscle when I feel her thighs squeeze around my waste. A is strong, forcing my hand away from her tits as I'm trying to pull them out.

She lets go of my waste, pulls her top back over her nipples, but not far enough, her areola are plainly visible. Tonight I really take notice of the texture change of the areola when A is aroused.

Leading me by the hand, she grabs her purse, what looks like a huge satchel, and pulls me toward the motel door.

“Open the door! Get me to the room. NOW!”

We make our way down the hall, the room is halfway down. It feels like it's a mile. It takes me three tries, and three fails to open the door.

“God damnit! Give me the key.”

A opens it in one try and we disappear into the room, the door closes on its own behind us. In the parking lot, the driver door remains open, the dome light illuminating the driver seat, and shining off the wet spot left there.

Inside the room, I've got A against the wall, hands grabbing and pulling at anything fabric. Her legs are wrapped around my waste again. We kiss, tongues deep in each other mouths, tasting each other's tongues. She pushes me back, fumbles with a shirt button, gives up, and dives back in to kissing.

“Stop, let me down. You're never going to get this dress off me, and I'm never going to get your pants off you like this,” A says, panting and breathing.

One last, long, deep kiss as I back up and lower her back to the ground. A starts to fumble with my buttons again. She failed, the stitching breaks. A looks horrified, but that one button was enough to pull the shirt over my head.

Now I'm shirtless, still in pants and a belt, I reach up to A's shoulders and start pulling the half sleeves towards her elbows. She shrugs, bringing her hands out of her sleeves, she instinctively reaches to cover her bare breasts. I go in, lips meet her neck just behind her ear, she grabs the back of my head with a hand.

My hand goes straight to her now bare breast. Her nipple hard, I can feel it pressing against my palm. My mouth moves to the base of her neck, her collar bone, her other hand releases the other breast. And my mouth goes straight there.

A's breasts, as I said before, are C cups, but on the smaller end. Not now. They are filled to a full C cup. Milky white, her nipples, while aroused, are a dark dark red, almost brown. The areola, has a texture that doesn't exist if she isn't excited that also turns a dark red.

I can't wait for A to fumble with my belt. I pick her up off the floor, and throw her on the bed. There isn't gentleness to this. This is raw, unbridled lust from both of us. Her skin is as white as milk. Her lips are full and pink, her nipples dark red and erect, and that dark brown triangle... that forest holds magical items, but I don't know what they are yet.

I dive in face first. She smells of honey. A little wet trail down her thighs. A wet spot on my belt and pants, but that forest was glistening, calling to me, I barely noticed.

Nothing sexy happens here. I'm 19, I don't know what I'm doing. She hasn't ever had a guy go down on her. She enjoys it, but I am NOT doing it right. And it doesn't matter. I can't take it, and I was only there to buy time to get my belt undone.

I finally get my belt and pants off, and begin to crawl up her body. My head cupped in her hands, my mouth tries to explore every inch of her body on my way up.

Now is the time, I'm at A's neck, and the head of my throbbing and engorged dick is being tickled by her bush.

Our mouths meet, her legs wrap around me, the heels of her feet on my ass, she pulls. There's a good bit of resistance as I enter her all the way to the base, but she is soaking. I can feel her lubrication being pushed out and onto my balls.

She sucks in a breath, our lips still locked, she takes it from me. The sound she makes as I made it all the way in sets me off and I barely contain myself, replying to her moan with a long, low grunt of my own. I am acutely aware of every bit of texture inside A, it is amazing.

I don't want to get out of her, it feels so damn good. But the condoms are on the night stand next to her head.

I reach and grab a condom, pull all the way out, both of us moaning long at the slow movement, I'm too close.

A looks at me, says, “I'm allergic to latex. I'm on the pill, just make sure you pull out.”

Apparently, the hormones of an eighteen year old girl and nineteen year old boy have about the same amount of control over them. I agree.

A looks at me, the look in her eyes is needy until I position the head of my still throbbing cock at her entry again. I just leave it there, she can feel it at the mouth of her cavern. Her eyes turn to begging, then devious.

She grabs my ass with her hands and pulls hard. I collapse on top of her, she's laughing, apparently proud of herself.

I move out, as far as I can without actually leaving the warm embrace of her, and slowly back in, burying myself as far as possible, and then trying to go further.

It's not long, it's so warm, and tight. Her moans are louder and louder with each thrust. I feel it coming, I can't hold back. I pull out as fast as I can.

“Not AGAIN! Get back in there. I'm so close!”

A wraps her thighs around me again, feet on my ass, she pulls HARD.

As I enter her, the streams erupt from my tip. Shooting stream after stream after stream deep inside her.

I can not talk, I can not move, but I can see the look in her eyes. She's cumming as hard as I am, each wave of my cum in her causing a wave of cumming in her. It's reciprocal, it goes on and on and on. Behind the absolute pleasure and enjoyment, there is worry and trepidation.

It feels like hours of orgasm, it was probably fifteen seconds in reality.

“I told you to PULL. OUT!”

“I did, you pulled me back in,” I tell her. “I tried, that's why I pulled out, you wanted me back in.”

The argument gets a little too loud, but eventually we calm down. She tells me that she always thought she had orgasmed before, but feeling nothing like this ever. I tell her how amazing she felt and how I just couldn't control myself.

It's a long time before either of us thinks about the cum that I shot deep inside her, remembering after it finally makes its way back out.

A runs to the shower. Asking me questions about how to get it all out. I laugh and say I have no idea. She's getting pissed, I'm just watching her naked body move.

3 months later, I got a phone call. But that's a different story.

And yes, her car was dead the next morning. I walked to Walmart and drove back. Jumped her off and she drove home. We met 2 more times, same motel, no dinner and a movie. Just two teenagers having passionate sex, before the phone call.