“No, you said I only had to do it once.”
“We’re practicing.”
“This is silly and indulgent.”
“Is it? What about this then?”
I pushed down my trousers to take myself in hand and stroke myself. Then I laughed because of the look on his face and how he was so torn between being afraid someone would come in and see me and wanting to push my hand aside and take over himself. He groaned and tried to hold my hand to stop me from continuing but wound up doing exactly that. He began to pull off the rest of my clothes and put his hands all over me. In seconds, he fell down on top of me and his fingers were sliding between my ass cheeks. Things progressed quickly from there.
He made love to me more than just once as it turned out, and I made him tell me he loved me many times before we were done. It was actually a while before we left for the camp. But I don’t think either of us was really in that much of a hurry at all.
The End