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Lake House Virgin

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I got out of the car. I looked up to see that the massive cabin had changed little since we last visited. It was still in pristine condition, as dad had insured it would be. I remember when he had the cabin built. I was all of 9 years old. He showed me his plans to have the thing built and assembled in Canada, then disassembled and brought down to our land in northern New York to be reassembled on site. It had cost him a fortune, but my father was never one to spare any expense. He always had to have the best of everything. Including a custom-built cabin as our family's vacation home.

So, here we were. In the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the Adirondacks Mountains of upstate New York. We came here every summer for the entire month of July for as long as I could remember. We always arrived a few days before the fourth, so mom and dad could prepare for the big party they threw for their friends on the lake. This year was different though. This would likely be one of my last trips up here for quite some time. I would be heading off to college in August. Following in the footsteps of my grandfather and father, I would be headed out west to a prestigious Ivy League school where I would be studying law and likely taking over my dad's law firm one day. Although I was excited to leave for school, I was really looking forward to this time with my family and hopefully getting to see all of my friends on the lake one last time before I had to enter the adult world.

"Want me to get your bag Amber?" my father asked.

I looked over at him. He was tall, thin and his hair was greying faster than he would have liked. His gentle brown eyes had always been the calm to my storm. I was a daddy's girl through and through. Leaving him was probably going to be the hardest part of moving out west.

"No dad, I got it," I said, taking my giant bag from him.

"Be careful that thing weighs more than you do!" dad said jokingly.

I giggled as I tossed the bag over my shoulder and headed towards the cabin. Mom had already made her way inside. As I entered she was already barking orders at the cabin's summer staff.

"We've got to get some items in town for the party. I'll make a list," mom barked.

As I tried to squeeze by her she noticed me. "Amber…after you are unpacked I need you to take the boat down to the Ganford's, and see if Alice would allow us to borrow some of her tables for the party."

"Ok, mom!" I said as I continued my walk towards my bedroom.

"Amber Amelia!" Mom said rather loudly.

The use of the middle name always stopped me in my tracks. "What?" I quipped, looking at her. She stood in the kitchen, leaning against the massive grey granite island. She had a pen and writing pad in her hands. She looked pained, or anxious I couldn't place it. My mom was a beautiful woman. She was tall, had long blonde curls that went to her shoulders, big dark blue eyes, and a face that had wrinkled little with time. Dad had always joked that she was his "trophy wife," and in a lot of ways, he was right. Though, she definitely knew it. She and I didn't have the best relationship. She had pushed me in the direction she thought I should go all of my life. It had always irritated the hell out of her when I chose to go in the other direction most of the time. But, in many ways, I was my mother's daughter. At least the mirror often told me so. There was no denying she was my mom.

"Amber…" mom pleaded. I could tell she didn't want any attitude from me. I obliged.

"I got this mom….I wanted to go and see Will anyways," I said.

Mom's eyebrows shot up at this statement. "Really?" she asked.

I gave her a stern look to shut her down. "Yeah, mom….Will Ganford…you know….we've been friends since I was about three," I said jokingly.

"No honey, that's great. Have fun and don't forget to ask Alice about the tables!" she said.

I rolled my eyes as I nodded and headed up the massive wooden stairs to my bedroom at the top of them.

My room at the lake was very similar to my room at our house in the city. Purple walls (though accented by one wall made of logs), a queen-sized bed with a white comforter and pillowcases, a large white dresser, photos of my friend's from the lake and back home in the city, and it had a bathroom attached to it. It was a perfect room for a perfect princess. Or so people had joked. I tossed my bag on the bed and walked over to the massive window. The view was stunning. My bedroom was one of the two that overlooked the lake. Dad had all of the trees cut back from last summer so now I had an even better view of the lake and all of the people on it. I watched as people fished out of their canoes, jet skis whizzed by, and boats chugged along. They were all out enjoying the beautiful summer day, which I intended to do myself.

But before I went to change into some shorts and a tank top, something caught my eye. I looked off to the left of my window, in the direction of our guesthouse which sat at the edge of the lake. There among the tall pines that surrounded the guest house, I saw a sudden movement. I was even more surprised because the movement was coming from the roof of the building. I watched as a man climbed up a ladder onto the roof. I didn't know anyone was working on the guest house. Dad hadn't mentioned anything on the ride up from the city.

The man was a bit far away, but from what I could see he was very tall. He had his shirt off and was just wearing a pair of beaten-up blue jeans. He had a tool belt tied around his thin waist. He reached up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. He had on a pair of white work gloves. I couldn't tell if he was older or younger from my distance from him. He was covered in sweat. I didn't envy him working in this extreme heat. I watched him for a moment when he suddenly stopped. I froze as he looked in the direction of my bedroom as if he saw me too. This was quite crazy because I was so far away and hidden by my sheer purple curtains. But, he stood there for the longest moment, observing the house before he turned back to his work.

I felt a shiver run up my spine for some odd reason.

What the hell was that?

I had changed into a pair of white short-shorts and a pale pink tank, with my red bikini underneath. I wore a bathing suit under my clothes practically every day when I was at the cabin. You never knew when you'd have the chance to take a dip so it was always best to be prepared. I went down the stairs and entered the massive open concept great room that included the living room, kitchen and dining room. Mom wasn't there anymore. She must've gone to town to pick up things for the party. I didn't see dad either.

As I went over to the massive stainless steel fridge to grab a snack before heading to Will's, my brother came out of the half bath that was next to the kitchen.

"Hey squirt," my brother quipped.

"Hey yourself dorkus," I retaliated.

My brother Tom was about as tall as my dad, standing at six feet. He had the same blonde hair and dark blue eyes as me and my mom. But, he had my dad's features, the long face, strong jawline, and high cheekbones. One could definitely tell we were related, but we didn't look as much alike as some other siblings I knew.

He was older than me by three years, but we were pretty close. It was just the two of us growing up, so we tended to gravitate towards one another since we were all each other had. Though, we definitely had our spats like other siblings. He was about to enter his final year of college at a prestigious university in New England. He hadn't followed in dad's footsteps, opting instead to go into teaching. After this final year of his undergrad, he was going to enter the Master's program and hoped to teach at the college level after graduation. My parents had been surprised by Tom's decision to become a teacher, but it really wasn't that big of a declaration as both of my mom's parents had retired from the field. Tom was close to both of my parents. He was definitely the apple of my mother's eye though. Where I was a daddy's girl, he was a momma's boy. It worked though. Our family balanced each other out well.

"Where are you headed?" Tom asked as I grabbed an apple from the fridge.

"To Will's. Mom's got me on party duty. Got to beg Mrs. Ganford for some more tables," I said.

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard as she wants you to be her daughter-in-law someday," Tom joked.

I gave a nervous laugh. "Whatever," I said closing the fridge door.

"Hey….who is that down by the guest house?" I asked my brother.

Tom looked at me, "Oh that weird guy?" he asked.

"I don't know. Is he weird? I saw some man on the roof of the guest house from my bedroom window."

"Yeah I think his name is Ben or Brady, something like that," Tom said.

"He's replacing the roof. I met him yesterday when I got here," Tom added.

Tom had arrived the day before the rest of us. He was taking the month of July off from his summer job at a summer camp in Vermont to spend it with us here at the cabin.

"Yeah, he doesn't seem too bad, just quiet. Dad said he's staying in the guest house while he fixes it up since he's not from around here. He did some other things to the cabin this spring too," Tom said.

This was news to me. I usually knew the comings and goings of people at the lake. I shrugged my shoulders. "Cool," I said as I went out the backdoor and went down the steps that headed to the lake.

I went down to the dock and bent down to untie the green kayak I used to make quick trips to and from friends' houses on the lake. As I was reaching down to grab my life vest off the seat of the kayak, I felt a hand reach down and touch my upper back.

I jumped up as I screamed. I whirled around expecting to see my brother.

Instead, I was greeted by a man I had not met before. He stood not more than six inches in front of me. His hands had grabbed my upper arms to keep me from falling in the lake. I looked up into his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of emerald green. His eyes were accented by his manly face, covered in the fine stubble of jet black hair. His hair was a mess, strands flowed in every direction. It was long enough to run a hand through, but not long enough to tie up. But, my eyes were drawn to his lips. They were plush and pink.

I steadied myself as the dark thought was shaken from my mind.

"Hi, I'm Brooks," the man said removing his hands from my arms and offering me his hand to shake.

It took me a moment, but I realized he was the man from the guest house.

"Oh hi. I'm Amber," I said offering him my hand in return.

As I took his hand I felt something come over me. Something electric. Something I had felt only one other time in my eighteen years. I could almost feel my face flush.

"Nice to meet you, Amber. Your father has told me a lot about you," he said flashing me a beautiful smile.

Ut oh

"Oh I hope only good things," I quipped.

"Oh of course. He's very proud of you! He tells me you are off to law school this fall?" Brooks asked.

I nodded my head, suddenly at a loss for words.

"Well, I just wanted to come down and introduce myself. I'll be here for the rest of the month fixing the guest house roof. I already did a bunch of work inside," Brooks said proudly.

"Yes, my brother told me," was all I could muster out.

I hadn't noticed but I was still holding his hand from the shake. I let go. How mortifying.

"Ok, well I better get back to it. I'll see you around. Enjoy your kayaking! It's beautiful out there!" Brooks said.

"That's my canoe right there," he motioned to a beautiful canoe tied off on the other end of the dock.

"Made her myself. I take it out whenever I need a break from the roof," Brooks stated.

It was gorgeous. I had seen shows on television about how they were built, it was a lot of work. I was suddenly impressed by his craftsmanship. "She's a beauty," I said to him, smiling.

He looked at me then and smiled, "I could say the same thing myself," he said winking. With that, he turned and went back up the stairs towards the guest house. I wasn't sure if he was talking about the canoe or myself.

The entire trip across the lake was spent trying to figure out what had just happened. An older man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, perhaps even older than that, had told me I was beautiful. I think. It was all pretty confusing. Not to mention he had turned me on. When his hand had grabbed mine I felt it. I squirmed around in the kayak for a moment just thinking about it. There was no denying he was attractive. But, I had to push those twisted thoughts from my mind.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I docked my kayak at the end of the Ganford's dock then started to walk up the steps leading to their cabin. The Ganford's summer home was almost as impressive as ours. Though, there was something even more impressive with the Ganford's, because Will's grandfather had built the entire thing by hand way before ours was even constructed.

I knocked on the glass door facing the lake. Mrs. Ganford opened it.

"Amber!" she exclaimed as she wrapped me in a gracious hug.

"How are you darling?" She asked.

"Oh, I'm doing good Mrs. Ganford. Happy to finally be done school and off to college soon," I gave my textbook answer.

"I know I cannot believe you and Will are going to be attending the same school this fall. I cannot tell you how happy I am to know he'll have you there. Just knowing he'll have one friend already there in California makes the transition a bit easier for me," she said.

I could tell she was genuinely excited for us. She was also nervous about her son. He was their only child. I could only imagine how difficult it must be for her to send him off to the other side of the country. She was a kind and gracious woman. She was shorter than me, standing at about 5'5." Her brown hair was cut short but styled beautifully. Her light brown eyes balanced out her birdlike features. Mom had told me that they had done some modeling together in their younger days.

Yes, my mom was a model once upon a time. Imagine the MILF comments I got about that!

Alice Ganford had always been sweet to me. In many ways, she was like a second mother. After all, they lived near us in the city and when we were at the lake. Her son Will and I had grown up together. We attended the same private schools growing up. We had the same circle of friends. So, our families were intertwined in a way. Not to mention our fathers were best friends from their days at the same university Will and I were about to attend. Will was going to be studying law as well as his father had. And as his father's father had and just about every generation of Ganford's from the time they came to America.

"Mrs. Ganford. My mom wanted to know if we could borrow some tables for the party. I'm not exactly sure how many she needs. But, I know she's expecting a lot more people this year as they are making it kind of a sendoff party for me and Will too," I asked.

"Of course Amber! I'll go call your mom right now before I forget. Thanks for letting me know sweetie. Will is upstairs in his room if you want to go say hi," she added before running off to call my mother.

I smiled at her as I darted up the stairs towards Will's bedroom.

I knocked gently on the bedroom door. No answer. After a few more knocks, I grabbed the doorknob and noticed the door was unlocked. I started to open the door.

As I entered Will's room I didn't see him anywhere. Much like my own room at the lake, his had a similar layout. Except his walls were painted a sage green and his bedding had some sort of nautical print on it.

He wasn't in there. But, then as I was about to exit the room I heard a noise coming out of the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

It was quiet at first, but then it got a little louder. It was still quiet enough where I doubted one could hear it from outside his bedroom walls. I crept over to the door of the bathroom and listened.

"Ahhhh…"

There was a moaning sound. It was Will's voice. I could pick his voice out of a million in a crowd.

He was doing something in there he didn't want anyone to know about. I reached for the doorknob and quietly turned it.

Why doesn't this guy lock his doors?

As I gently opened the door, I could see Will standing in his stall shower. He had the shower door wide open. He was naked and rubbing his dick furiously with his right hand.

He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he rubbed his cock. I watched him for a moment. Will was a sight to behold. He was the same height as me, standing at 5'8," his body was muscled and toned in all the right places, his sandy blonde hair was kept short and spiked. He had a beautiful face and had graced the pages of a few magazines once upon a time when his mom had taken him to some modeling jobs. He looked at me now, his brown eyes catching mine.

"Amber…" he said half embarrassed.

I walked over to him then. I took his right hand as he let go of his cock. I could see that it was still rock hard as he let it go. I pulled him out of the shower, pulled down the seat of the toilet, placed a towel on it, and had Will take a seat on it.

I lifted my tank top over my head and tossed it on the ground. I bent down on my knees in front of him. I took his hard cock into hand as I peeked up at Will. He was looking at me with lust in his eyes as he licked his lower lip. I kissed the tip of his dick and peaked up at him again. As I looked back down at his beautiful cock I opened my mouth and took it into my mouth. Will hissed in appreciation.

"Oh…" he moaned.

I took the entire shaft in my mouth and sucked it hard. I sucked harder each time I came down to the base of it. I did this for a while before pulling away and locked eyes with Will. He reached down and yanked my bikini top up so he could see my perky tits. He reached down and fondled one of them as I licked the shaft of his cock.

"Mmmm…that feels so fucking good!" Will said as I took his cock in my mouth once more.

We played this game for a few more minutes as I sucked him and he teased my nipples that had hardened with his touch.

It wasn't long before Will was telling me he was about to come. With that, I engulfed the tip of his cock into my mouth and waited for him to shoot his load into my mouth. I looked up at him as his perfect face formed into a look of pure ecstasy as his dick spit a large load of cum into the back of my throat.

I could feel the hot and wet cum go down my throat and could taste it as Will pulled his cock out of my mouth. I licked his shaft a few times more before I pulled my hand up to wipe my mouth off.

I fixed my top and put my tank top back on as I walked over to the sink to rinse my mouth out. I loved to swallow his cum but I didn't want to carry any smell of it on my breath as not to raise any suspicion from anyone outside Will's room.

Will grabbed a towel from the wall and wrapped it around his waist.

"Wow. Amber….that was…amazing," he said as I turned to look at him.

I winked at him. "That's what friends are for right?" I said as I walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll let you get dressed," I said to Will as I exited the bathroom and went back out into his bedroom.

Will came back out a few minutes later. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of brown board shorts.

"Thanks for that," Will said laughing.

"After a week here already with my parents, I thought I was going to go nuts. That was a great stress reliever," Will joked.

The Ganfords has arrived at the lake a week prior to us. They always left for the lake as soon as school let out for the summer.

"I know right. We just got here and I'm already looking for something fun to do," I said, sitting on his bed.

As soon as the words left my lips, Will began to walk towards me. "Yeah?" he asked seductively.

Ut oh

As he walked over towards me that feeling came back. The one I had felt when I shook Brooks' hand on my dock. I could almost feel my pussy get wet.

"How about you let me return the favor?" Will asked coyly.

"If you want to I wouldn't say no," I said gingerly.

Will reached down and pulled my shorts and suit bottoms off in one quick move. He left my navy blue tennis shoes and white socks on. Once my shorts and bottoms were deposited on the floor, Will started kissing the inside of my thighs., tenderly working his way up my right thigh until he was at the apex. Once there, he started to inhale deeply.

I was somewhat mortified.

"God Amber! You smell so fucking good! I can't wait until the day you let me finally fuck your sweet pussy," Will said matter-of-factly. There was something hot about the way he said that. It was as if he knew we would fuck at some point in the future.

With that, he started his assault on my pussy. Licking and sucking in all the right places. He never inserted a finger though. He knew that was a no-no. But, his tongue still found my clit and it didn't take long for him to bring me over the edge. I came hard onto his face as he sucked on my clit while running his fingers through my tiny bush.

"Mmmm…" Will said as I came.

"I can't wait to make you come in other ways," Will said as he moved his face away from my pussy.

I knew what he meant as I recovered from my orgasm and looked at him through hooded eyes. He wanted to fuck me. He had wanted to fuck me since the 8th grade. Once we had entered high school I started going down on him and him on me. He had persistently pursued me, as had half of the dipshit boys in our snotty private school. There had even been a bet the spring of our junior year as to who was going to pop my cherry first. Will had been the gentlemen though and shut the thing down. He was the only guy in school I had been even remotely interested in. He was good to me. Even though, we never officially became a couple over the years we were in so many other ways. We had a friendship. I felt comfortable with him. I had let him see parts of my body no other man had ever seen or touched. Even though he had slept with other girls, he was always respectful about his conquests and never spoke of them to me.

But, there was something inside of me that didn't want to give him my virginity. Not yet at least.

I left Will's house feeling fully satisfied. This was a regular occurrence for us. We went down on each other about three times a week in the city. He didn't just eat me out; he would often play with my tits too. Those were the money ticket for me. All Will had to do was suck on my tiny B's for a few minutes and I was wet and waiting for his tongue to do its job. But, I never let him put anything inside of me. Not even a finger. I can't tell you why. I think a part of me wanted to stay totally unbroken for whoever I chose to give my virginity to.

I know that sounds kind of twisted and puritan but I can't explain it.

Will however had lost his virginity a long time ago. As much as he had wanted to fuck me, he couldn't wait around for that to happen. He had slept with a large portion of the hot girls at our school. It really didn't bother me though. I knew I couldn't ask him to wait for me. Boys our age needed a good fuck, almost as if they went nuts without emptying their sacs. Plus, Will got to learn all the awesome tricks he used on me. He taught me stuff too. He taught me how to give a good blow job. He had trained my mouth to take a good face fucking from time to time too. By all his accounts, I gave good head. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to. I didn't know what was going to happen this fall when we were away at college. Honestly, I had thought I would have fucked him by now. But, it just hadn't happened.

Maybe this summer would be the right time. I guess only time would tell.

A few days passed as my parents prepared for their Fourth of July party. I had been out on the lake a few times, made a few trips to town with my mom, and started running on the trails along the lake. Will had come over a couple of times to hang out in my bedroom which of course including some heavy petting and some good oral. I continued to think about letting him take my V card before we left for college in August, but I still wasn't sure what to do.

The day of the party I was in my room getting ready when I peered out my window out at the lake. But, it wasn't the lake that caught my eye. It was Brooks. He was walking down the dock, shirtless. I watched as he reached down to retrieve a bottle of water. He took a long drink and poured the rest over his head. I could see the water flowing down his body. Over his tight pectorals and down to his abdominal muscles. He was definitely hot. His skin was tan from the summer sun and long hours spent working with his shirt off.

I curtailed my dirty thoughts as I went back to dressing for the party.

By the time I came downstairs the house was full of people. The crowd included folks that lived on the lake during the summer, some of my extended family that had driven up from downstate, and of course friends from the city too. A couple of my friends from school were present, including Will. I watched him as he sauntered his way over to me. He was dressed in a pair of khakis and a white polo shirt. His sandy blonde hair was slicked back and he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

He walked up to me and kissed my cheek. I watched as everyone almost turned to look at the two of us. It was really embarrassing. His mom and my mom had approving looks on their faces as they sipped on their white wine. They all wanted us together. The perfect pairing.

I did not necessarily disagree, but I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted yet. I was too young to be married off and really didn't know if I wanted to enter college in a relationship. Hell, I couldn't even decide if I wanted him to take my virginity yet or not.

"Hey, do you want to sneak up into your bedroom for a bit?" Will whispered in my ear.

"Not right now. I just came downstairs," I said, somewhat annoyed that he just assumed I always wanted to fool around with him.

"Whoa ok. Maybe later then?" Will asked with a smile on his face.

I nodded and told him I was going to make the rounds.

I went around the room and outside greeting all of my friends and family, wishing them all a Happy Fourth of July. I got a few cards from some of them, containing money to go towards my college endeavors. I gave them all to my mom to deposit in the necessary accounts. I spent some time with my brother and some of his friends down by the fire pit. One of his friends from college, a guy named Henry, was eyeing me. I could almost feel him drinking me in. He wasn't bad to look at either. He was about my height, had shoulder-length brown hair, and what looked like light brown or hazel eyes from where I was sitting across from him. This was the first time I had met him before.

As I got up to go get another drink I heard him say to my brother, "Dude your sister is hot! Is she seeing anyone?"

I watched as Tom looked at him with a menacing look, "No, and it's not going to be you!"

I laughed at my brother's overprotectiveness. But, I kind of appreciated it. The last thing I needed was some fling with a college boy that went to school on the other side of the country than I'd be on this fall.

I got a glass of champagne from the bar that was set up outside. My parents let me drink a little on special occasions like this when they knew I'd be under their watchful eye. The cold champagne tasted delicious.

I decided to take a walk down to the dock. The fireworks would be starting soon.

I carried my glass down the stairs and onto the dock. Once I was at the end of it I kicked off my white heels and sat at the end with my feet in the water. I set my glass down next to me. I inspected my dress. I was a fool and chose to wear a tight white dress instead of the navy blue flowy one I had originally picked out. But, I had to admit the white one looked better on my body. I gave myself props for making the right decision.

As I was inspecting my dress for dirt, I heard someone step onto the dock. I turned around expecting to see Will or Tom, or maybe my dad, but instead my heart skipped a beat when I realized who it was…

"Hey there," Brooks's deep voice said in the dark.

I swallowed the gulp in my throat and replied, "Hey yourself." Good one Amber, I thought to myself.

He was dressed up for the occasion. No longer in his tight work jeans, he was wearing a pair of black slacks and a navy blue short-sleeve button-up shirt.

"What are you doing down here all by yourself?"

Brooks asked as he walked towards me and sat at the end of the dock beside me.

I squirmed a little as he sat next to me. "Oh you know…just waiting for the show to start," I said shakily.

Man he made me nervous.

"I haven't seen you around much lately. Where have you been?" Brooks asked.

"Just around. I have been helping my mom prepare for tonight and other things. My friend Will lives on the lake this time of year too so I spend a lot of time with him too," I said.

Brooks observed me. "Oh yeah! I think I saw him go up to the house one day. Is he the lanky kid with lightish colored hair?" he asked. It wasn't how I'd describe Will, but I nodded.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Brooks asked. The question kind of took me off guard.

I shook my head no. Where was my voice around this guy?

"Oh…I thought he was," Brooks added.

I looked at him for a minute. He was even more beautiful than the first time I had seen him. His green eyes were looking deep into mine. "Why did you think that?" I choked out.

Brooks looked at me then with a strange look on his face. Even in the dark, I could see it.

Just then the fireworks started out on the lake. We both turned our heads to look at them. We watched a few of them burst before he spoke again, this time leaning a little bit closer to me to almost speak directly into my ear, "Because I could hear you coming from outside your bedroom window the past two times I've seen him go into your house."

The statement sent a shiver up my spine and I was instantly wet.

The days following the Fourth of July party were a blur. I remember Will coming over once to take me to the movies in town. I remember helping my dad organize the garage. Tom and I had gone for a bike ride around the lake. But, most of all, I remember every encounter I had with the sexy Mr. Brooks.

After his dirty revelation about hearing me climax outside my bedroom window, he had gotten up and walked back up to the party leaving me to think about the words he had spoken. I was still in a state of shock I suppose and also somewhat embarrassed. I honestly didn't think anyone could hear us fooling around in my bedroom. Though, looking back there were a few times that Will had come over when my family had been gone and I must've had my window open to help cool down my room. When I knew nobody was around I did tend to get a little louder than I normally would. At least I thought we had been alone.

I had to admit there was something hot about knowing Brooks had been listening outside my window, even if it was just by coincidence. I don't know if he told me just to give me a heads up that we were being loud, a warning to perhaps keep it down so my parents or brother didn't hear in the future.

Or maybe there was something darker to his admission?

About a week had passed when I finally had had enough of wondering why Brooks had told me about hearing me come. So, I decided to test a theory.

I got dressed in my black bikini. It was small, smaller than the bikini I normally wore underneath my shorts and tank. I knew my parents would hate it if they saw me in it, but they were gone back to the city for a couple of days and had left Tom in charge, who thankfully, had gone into town for a bit.

I wrapped a towel around myself and went out to the backdoor to the dock. I didn't see Brooks out there, but I knew he was around because his blue pickup truck was parked in our driveway. I noticed as I walked by the guest house that the roof was almost complete. He probably wouldn't be around all that much longer unless dad wanted him to do other work around the cabin.

As I walked out to the end of the dock I took the towel off and laid it out on the dock. Then I sat down and laid on it myself with my head closer to the lake, facing up towards the house. As I laid, with my sunglasses on I pretended to be tanning. I could still see up towards the house from this position. I stayed like this for the longest time, holding still as to give the illusion I was relaxing.

After about 30 minutes of this, my target finally came into sight on the side of the guest house. I watched as he rounded the side of the guest house. He stood for a long time on the hill looking towards the lake. He was definitely looking in my direction, but I couldn't be sure. He could have been looking at anything on the lake. Finally, I couldn't stand the suspense anymore so I sat up and turned over onto my stomach. But, this time I was facing the lake so I couldn't see him. I laid with my elbows propping me up.

Then I reached behind me and pulled at the strings on my bikini top, as I slipped it off entirely and set it beside me. I bent down so that I was lying flat, my arms on either side of me. My head was on the dock facing off to the right. If he was watching me, I would know now.

I stayed still for a long time. There wasn't anything crazy about what I was doing. I'd seen a hundred other girls on the lake lay on their parent's docks before with their tops off. It's not like I was flashing anyone, I just wanted to see if Brooks was looking.

I reached underneath me and pulled the towel I was laying on to my chest. I sat up abruptly, the towel covering my breasts. As I did I looked in the direction of the guest house. Brooks wasn't there.

Where the hell did he go?

Ok, so he wasn't into me.

I don't even know why I really thought that. Was that something I wanted anyway?

My dad's handyman lusting after me?

I was back up in my bedroom. It was dark out now. Tom hadn't returned from town. He must have run into someone he knew, and maybe grabbed dinner somewhere. I was sure he'd be back. I pulled out one of the books I wanted to start on for the fall course load when I heard a knock at the back door. It startled me, so I ran downstairs and peered very quickly at the door. It was Will. I hadn't been expecting him so I was surprised to see him.

"Hey there…" Will said as I let him inside.

"Hey…what are you doing here?" I asked, more curtly than I intended.

Will looked at me with a strange look on his face.

"Where're your parents?" he asked.

"They went back to the city for a few days. Dad had to do some work stuff and mom tagged along," I stated.

"And Tom? Where's he?" he asked.

I knew where this is going. "Will if you want me to blow you, all you have to do is ask…" I said.

He smiled. "Actually, I was thinking maybe we'd do something else this time…" he said.

Ut oh.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Sex?" I asked.

"Amber…aren't you ready?" Will asked.

"It will only hurt for a minute. I promise I'll be gentle. Then, you'll be all set for when we head off to school in a few weeks. We can fuck on campus, or you can fuck other guys if you want. I guess that'd be ok since I fuck other girls. It's up to you!" Will said as if the entire thing was no big deal. He put both of my hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, "It will feel so good. I promise I'll make you come. We can be together finally, just like I always imagined we would be." I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

I was pretty shocked. Of course, I knew this conversation was coming, just not tonight when I know Will had been drinking.

I thought for a moment before answering, "Of course I've thought about it, Will. But, I'm just not sure."

Will looked surprised by my answer as he pulled away from me. I watched him as his look of surprise turned to anger.

"Why the fuck not Amber? I've waited for a long time! I've been patient and understanding that you weren't ready. But, I always thought you'd want me to pop your cherry and not some random frat guy after we've gone off to college?" he said.

I didn't like his words. "What do you mean some random frat guy? Thanks. Glad you think so highly of me!" I said angrily.

"Come on! The past week I got the impression you wanted me to fuck you. You've been so wet every time I've eaten you out and you've been sucking my cock so hard. I can tell when a girl wants to be fucked, Amber. You forget I have fucked another human being before…." He said.

What the hell?

He wasn't really wrong. I had been thinking about it…letting him pop my cherry. But, something had stopped me from asking him to do it already. And right now I just didn't like how forceful he was being about the topic.

"Will I think you should leave!" I said abruptly.

He looked at me for a moment before he turned around and went towards the door. He opened the door. Before I could close it behind him he turned to me and said, "You are such a little fucking tease, Amber! You are hot and your pussy tastes amazing, but I'm not playing this game of yours anymore! If you want to fuck you know where I live." He said before stomping down the stairs towards the dock. I watched him from the doorway as he climbed in his kayak and disappeared across the lake. I really hoped he could make it home with alcohol in his system. I knew his mom would be calling if he wasn't home soon though.

I hadn't expected that when he had come inside. Maybe he was right though? I was kind of leading him on and had been for quite a while now. But, if he was going to act like a little child then there was no way I was going to have sex with him. I wanted a man to fuck me for the first time, not a whiny little brat.

I woke with a start. It was sticky as hell in my room. The summer heat had made the air on the lake like sleeping in a sauna. Of course, my room had been the only one not to have the a/c put back in yet. I pulled my sheet off my body and went to get up.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the light. I turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on my face. I looked at myself quickly in the mirror. My blonde curls were stuck to my collarbone. I ran my wet finger through my hair to cool my scalp down. I had put on a white spaghetti strap tank and a pair of white booty shorts for bed. It was too hot to sleep in anything else. My face was flush.

Jesus.

The A/C was getting put in tomorrow, I thought to myself.

As I turned out the light of the bathroom I opened my bedroom door and peeked out. All the lights were out. Tom must have returned after I went to bed. I looked down the hall and noticed his bedroom door was shut. I bet one of his buddies brought him home from the local bar drunk and dumped him in his room. He tended to party harder when mom and dad were gone.

I closed the door and went across the bedroom to look out the window. Right away, I noticed that the lights were on in the guest house. Brooks was awake. I looked at the clock.

2:00 A.M.

I don't know what came over me then, but I had the darkest thought and before I knew it I was knocking on the door of the guest house. After the third knock, the door swung open. Brooks was standing there with a pair of jeans on. Nothing else. I stared at his muscular chest for much longer than I should have. He of course noticed this.

When he spoke my eyes moved to his beautiful face, "Amber…can I help you? Is everything ok?"

My jaw was almost on the floor. Wow, smooth Amber.

"Ummm yeah…I just wanted to see if maybe at some point tomorrow, or today I mean, you could come up to my room and put my A/C in?" I asked quietly.

Brooks looked at me. It took him a moment to reply, "You came down here at 2:00 in the morning to ask me that?" he asked.

"Yeah…I'm sweating bullets in my room. I'm sorry I saw the light on I figured you were awake," I said, trying to defend my presence at his door. He looked me up and down. I was still in my white outfit.

"I can see. You must have been really hot up in your bedroom," he said.

I looked up at him. "Yeah. My body was burning up I couldn't sleep," I added

He gave me the most devilish grin before replying, "I will definitely be up tomorrow morning to put the A/C in ok?" I nodded. "Thanks," I said. OK, guess that was that. I turned to leave.

"But, if you do get hot again tonight you could always take your clothes off," Brooks called out from the doorway. I turned around and looked at him. I was in a state of shock.

Before I could answer he was walking towards me on the porch of the guest house. "You know…let those perky little tits of yours out," he said as he walked closer to me yet.

"Like you did earlier today on the dock," he added.

I looked up at him, unable to say anything.

He was in front of me now. Looking down at me. "Or better yet, let that sweet little ass of yours out of those tight shorts," he said. I stood there looking at him. Where was my voice?

Brooks reached down and tugged at the waist of my shorts. "Or…that little pussy," he said. "You should let that out. I bet it's pretty hot right now huh?" he asked.

Before I could answer he picked me up in his arms and carried me inside.

Was this real life?

Brooks carried me across the room and placed me on the giant king-sized bed. I was breathing heavily. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest.

"You wanted me to see you out there today, didn't you?" Brooks asked. He had a sternness to his voice I hadn't heard before. I nodded my head.

"You did. I knew you did you naughty girl," he added as that devilish grin returned.

"Just like I bet you wanted me to hear you cum from your bedroom window?" he asked.

"No, I…" I tried to say but lost my voice again.

"It's ok. Maybe not that part. But, I sure did enjoy the sound of it," he said smiling at me.

"Now what I can't figure out is why you are here and not with that little boyfriend of yours?" He asked, changing the tone.

He was standing over me. I sat up on the bed. "Will is not my boyfriend," I said matter-of-factly.

Brooks reached down and pushed me back on the bed. "No?" he asked as he leaned over me, hands on either side of my shoulders. I could smell him. Salt, sweat, and manliness. It was a scent I had never smelled on Will.

"No," I said swallowing a lump in my throat

"Is that why you won't let him fuck you?" Brooks asked. Wow, this guy heard everything. But, something about his observation made me wet. He was doing something to me.

"No. He's not a real man," I said. Not sure why those words came out.

"He's not?" Brooks teased, as he reached down and sniffed my hair.

"Is that what you want?" he asked.

"A real man?" he added, pulling his face out of my hair and looking into my eyes. "Yes," I gulped out.

He smiled, "You want a real man to fuck you?" he asked again. Again, I could almost feel my insides tremble. "Yes," I spat out.

Then suddenly Brooks pushed off the bed and stood up in front of me. He unlatched his jeans and they were on the floor. Then, he stood before me with his hard cock in his hand. It was massive. It had to be 8 or 9" and the girth was just as impressive.

"Do you want this?" Brooks asked, stroking his cock.

I sat up on the bed. This had to be the most erotic moment of my life. I knew this moment would define my life for years to come. How I replied to his question would affect so many things. There would be a ripple effect if I let him fuck me right now. He could get fired. Would I regret this? But, in that moment I didn't give two shits and nodded my head once again.

With that Brooks walked the two feet towards the bed and put his hands in my hair, grabbing my hair tight in a ball. He didn't hurt me though. "Then open your mouth," he said, pulling me off the bed and onto my knees on the hardwood floor.

Before I could reply, Brooks had his cock in my mouth. Not all the way, but about halfway. He didn't face fuck me, he just put it in and waited for me to do my job.

I was used to having a cock in my mouth as I had blown Will for years, but the size difference between Will's and Brooks' dicks was pretty significant.

As I took more of his cock in my mouth I could feel myself start to gag.

"Oh, baby you haven't had a cock like this in your mouth before have you?" Brooks asked from above.

I pulled away and started to cough. "No…not quite that big," I said between coughs.

"It's ok. We'll do it all slowly," he said.

"Come here," he said, motioning for me to come back to his cock.

I did as he asked.

"Open your mouth. I'll be gentle I swear," he said softly.

I took the tip of his dick in my mouth and sucked it gently. I looked up at him as I did so. He was looking down back at me. He had a look of lust in his eyes. I may be a virgin, but I knew when a man was turned on, and Brooks was just that.

"Yeah…like that…" He said as I sucked the head, harder as I got more comfortable.

"Now lick the shaft," he almost demanded.

I licked it from the head down to the base. I did this several times before he asked, "Now my balls."

I rubbed his cock as I stuck my tongue out and circled it around his left ball, flicking my tongue on it in passing. Brooks hissed in appreciation. I did this for a while before reciprocating it on his right ball.

Before long I worked my way back up the shaft and resumed my attack on the head. I sucked on the head as Brooks watched me. "That's good Amber. Now can I try something?" he asked.

I don't know why but I nodded my head. He put his big hands on both sides of my head and stood forward so his cock was in my mouth. "I'm not going to put it all the way in. Trust me," he added.

He started to insert a few more inches when my gagging started again. He backed up immediately. We played this game for a while. His cock tickling the back of my throat before I'd start to gag, and he'd pull out quickly. We did this until I almost got used to it. He wasn't putting the entire cock in. But, it was enough for me to choke on.

He started to face fuck me a little. My hands were on his thighs. He was going very slow, but quickly enough for him to grit his teeth and grunt. I could tell he was enjoying this. The thought that my mouth was doing this to him turned me on too. He did this for a few minutes and suddenly stopped.

"You are gonna make me cum," he said.

Then, he quickly pulled me to my feet. "Your turn," he said, pushing me back onto the bed.

He reached down and in one quick move, my white shorts were off. I was surprised and almost embarrassed.

I watched Brooks eyes as he licked his lips. "You are not wearing any underwear," he stated, something I was very aware of.

"Wow…" he said as he bent down and pulled off each of my flip flops.

He then took hold of both of my shins and pushed them up towards my chest. He grabbed each of my hands and placed one on each respective knee. I didn't know what was going on until he separated my legs so that I was holding my own legs open and my pussy was on full display.

"Keeps your hands here. I want your legs open," he said.

Then his mouth was on me. His attack on my pussy was sudden and not as gentle as his mouth fucking had been. He was licking and sucking my labia, as his mouth made it to my clitoris. "Mmmm…" he growled from below me. As he ate me out I struggled to keep my hands on my knees. There was something so erotic about me holding my legs open for his mouth as he licked and sucked at me. "You are so wet," he stated.

I could feel my body prep for orgasm went all of a sudden Brooks inserted a finger into my vagina. I almost jumped off the bed.

"Oh, shit…" he almost shouted as he pulled his mouth off my pussy. I looked at him.

"Your fucking pussy is so tight. I almost can't fit my finger in there," he stated.

I could feel my face flush.

"Holy fuck…I knew you were a virgin, but have you ever had a finger up here?" he asked.

I shook my head, embarrassed as fuck.

"Oh man…" he said.

He looked at me then, that devilish grin back. Then there were two fingers in my pussy.

I tossed my head back. A little bit of pain and a little bit of pleasure.

"Mmm…" He said as he returned his mouth to my pussy. He pushed his fingers in and out as his mouth found my clit and sucked. "You have to come for me, baby…" Brooks stated.

His words sent me over the edge and I came hard on his face. He continued licking and sucking as my body shook.

As I regained my composure he said, "Wow. That was good." He stood up.

I let go of my knees and moved back onto the bed so he had room to climb on.

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for me to put my head on the pillow. I crawled backward and did so.

"Are you ready?" he asked gently.

I knew this was it. The moment of truth. I certainly felt ready. My pussy was wetter than I think it'd ever been with Will. Here I was with this hunk of a man ready to fuck me for the first time. But, something inside of me was scared. Brooks could sense this.

He climbed on top of me, his arms holding him up on either side of my head. He kissed me then. A gentle kiss. Then his tongue gently touched mine. I reciprocated. We made out for the longest time, his sweet mouth claiming mine before he pulled away and looked at me.

"I know you are nervous. It was my first time too. But, I promise you…after your first time is over with you will enjoy every time after. If you are with a good lover of course," he said.

I giggled at the last part. He calmed me. I felt safe with him. I was ready.

"I'm ready," I finally said.

With that Brooks gave me another long kiss before sitting up on the bed above me.

"Before we do this let's get this shirt off," he said, reaching down to pull my white top over my head. Of course, I had no bra on. Here I was. Every inch of me in front of him.

He sat back on his heels and looked at me.

"You are a beautiful woman Amber. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you. I'm so honored you are choosing me to be your first fuck," he said.

His words both turned me on and made me feel good. This gorgeous man was about to fuck me, and he had wanted to for quite some time. Brooks leaned forward and put the tip of his dick at the opening of my vagina. He placed his hands underneath my knees and pushed them up towards my chest.

"This is going to hurt. But, remember what I said. It's just this one time," he said.

I looked at him and nodded, nerves shooting all over my body.

With one quick move, he was inside me.

"Ahh fuck," I yelled louder than I probably should have.

His big cock pushed up into my pussy and I felt something snap and sudden warm wetness that wasn't there before.

Brooks pulled out suddenly and looked down.

"There's some blood, it's natural," he said. I was mortified, but that didn't stop him from pushing back inside of me. The second time hurt too.

"Oh god," I yelled.

"It's ok. You are doing great," Brooks said as he pushed inside me again.

"Your pussy is really fucking tight. It feels so good on my cock," he said as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

Even though I was in some pretty serious pain, his statement still turned me on. To know that a part of my body was turning on a man like him turned me on too. He started to fuck me harder. I cried out in pain.

"It's ok baby. I'm just getting your pussy ready," he said hissing through his teeth.

Brooks leaned down and kissed me. He continued to fuck me a little harder with each thrust. I took my hands and placed them on his back. I could feel the muscles on his back flex as he plunged his cock into me with each thrust. He kissed my neck and worked his way down to my collarbone. Then he bent his head so his mouth could get to my left tit. He did not go gently and started sucking on it hard. This of course sent me into a tizzy.

He pulled out and plunged back into me. I screamed. It still hurt, but having him suck on my tit eased it a bit. Brooks circled his tongue over my nipple.

"I want you to cum like this," he said, pulling away from my breast.

Then he lifted his head and started teasing my other nipple with his tongue. The sight of him fucking me and sucking on my tit was too much. I came again. This time I could feel it radiate in my pussy in a new way it hadn't before.

Brooks plunged his cock hard into me as I cried out.

And then he pulled out faster than I realized, and was cumming hard on my stomach and tits.

I watched as his cum splattered all over my body in all different directions. In the light of the room, I could see the red blood at the base of his cock.

As Brooks regained his composure he reached over me to the side table and grabbed a box of tissues which he handed to me. "Here…I'll let you clean yourself up," he said as he climbed off the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

I watched him as he walked naked to the bathroom. Wow, did this really just happen?

I sat up and pulled a few tissues out of the box. I started to wipe my breasts and stomach off. I looked over and found a waste paper basket to toss the cum stained tissues in. I ran another clump of tissues over my pussy, which was messy with blood.

After I was done cleaning up, I started to scoot towards the edge of the bed. As I did so, I could feel the pain radiating out of my vaginal area. Eek, that hurt.

I winced as I pulled myself to the edge of the bed and reached to the floor for my white top. As I was pulling it over my head, Brooks reappeared from the bathroom.

"Sorry, there was a lot of blood on my cock. I just wanted to get it all off before we went again," he smirked at me.

I looked at him in horror. Again?

"What you don't want to?" he asked, seemingly confused by my look of disapproval.

"I'm sorry I don't think I can right now. I can barely stand straight," I said, trying to stand and feeling the pain again.

Brooks rushed over to me and caught me. He helped me to sit on the bed again.

"I'm sorry baby. I just thought after that amazing fuck you might want to go again," he pleaded.

I smiled at him before I spoke again, "Brooks. That was amazing. But, please understand that this was my first time and I'm really sore and I really just need to get back up to my room before my brother notices that I'm gone," I said.

And I meant every word. How phenomenally mind-blowing my first time had been. But, it was also excruciatingly painful and I was exhausted. He smiled at me and reached up to run the back of his hand along my cheekbone. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. "I understand," he said.

With that, he reached down and grabbed my shorts, and helped me put them on. As I went to stand up, he offered me his arm which I gladly accepted. As he walked me to the door I looked back at the bed. There was red blood on the sheets. I was slightly embarrassed but also extremely pleased to see the bloody remnants of my virginity on the bed and no longer a part of me. I had done it. Finally.

As he opened it for me he reached down and kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm so glad you chose me to be your first. I hope you know that I'm honored," he said before pausing.

Then the devilish look was back on his face, "But, I have to admit I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you watching me from your bedroom window the day you arrived at the cabin. And, now that I have I can't wait until I get to do it again," he said matter-of-factly.

His words both comforted me and turned me on. So, he had seen me ogling at him.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing each other very soon," I said before kissing him lightly and starting my ascent up the stairs towards the house.

When I looked back he had already retreated to the guest house and the lights were out. He must have been just as tired as I was.

Epilogue

That summer at the lake was my last. In the weeks following that night in the guest house with Brooks, we fucked almost every night until it was time for me to go off to California for school. I had to sneak out of my bedroom and down the stairs every night after my family was asleep. I'd run down to the guest house, where he'd be waiting for me. We mauled each other the second the door was closed. It only took a few more times of having sex until my vagina was all healed up and I could thoroughly enjoy it. And boy did I ever! Brooks taught me so much about my body and what it means to be a good lover that summer. We fucked in all different positions. He taught me how to swallow a big cock without much gagging, he made me cum in so many new and exciting ways. He had asked to fuck me in my ass, but I just wasn't ready for that yet. Figured I'd save something for college.

On the really hot nights, we'd sneak out to the lake and go skinny dipping. On one occasion, I rode his cock on the beach as he laid down on the sand. There had been something erotic about knowing my family was asleep inside and we could get caught at any moment if one of them just happened to look out the window. I could just imagine what my father would have done had he seen his baby girl riding the help's giant cock down on the beach.

Brooks was an amazing teacher. In the moments we'd lay sprawled out on his bed after sex, skin on skin naked together, he'd tell me about his life and all of the amazing places he had visited. He'd ask me about my hopes and dreams, and when I'd talk it really felt like he was listening. We definitely had a connection. I wouldn't say I fell in love with him, but there was something undeniable between us. He was weathered, experienced, and I was so happy I had given my virginity to him in the end.

When the time came for me to say goodbye, Brooks gave me the address for his apartment in the city. He told me to look him up whenever I was home on break. He was finishing up the guest house and would be gone a few days after I left for school. I took the address and told him I would look him up to my first break home. But, everything changed once I went off to college, and by the time I got home for Thanksgiving break, I didn't think it would be fair to him or me to start anything new with him. Sexually or otherwise.

Will tried coming across the lake a few times after he had yelled at me. I never told him about my affair with Brooks. I knew it'd get both of us in more trouble than it was worth. I had a long talk with Will though, and he finally got the drift that our little arrangement was over and that I wasn't going to fuck him. We remained friends and often hung out our first year at college. Though, I ended up relenting on my stand against not sleeping with him. One night in the early fall of our freshman year, he was walking me back to my dorm after we had attended an off-campus party we had both been drinking at.

We started making out in the entryway of my dorm building, and as we walked up the stairs I was reminded of why I had liked him in the first place. I let him come into my room where my roommate was asleep in her bed. We snuck into the tiny bathroom attached to our room. From there, we took each other's clothes off in drunken haste. Will sat me up on the bathroom counter and wasted no time before plunging into me. He started out slow before commenting, "Amber…you aren't a virgin anymore?" When I just looked at him with lust in my eyes he knew not to ask any more questions if he wanted to keep fucking me. With that, Will took me off the counter and fucked me hard from behind until we both came. I had to admit that after all of those years giving each other head and keeping him at bay, he had turned out to be a good lay after all. But, Will and I would only fucked that one time. After our night together, he started dating a sweet girl from Alabama that was going to our school, and neither of us wanted to ruin his relationship or our friendship after that. We remained good friends and I actually became really close with his girlfriend and years later was a bridesmaid at their wedding.

I had spent most of my freshman year sleeping around. I fucked a guy from my English Lit class that was of Arab descent. We fucked in both of our dorm rooms a few times and a bunch of times in his car. Then, I fucked my roommate's older brother when he came to visit her from Washington state. He was a hot Med student with tan skin and striking blue eyes. He flirted with me when he stopped by to pick his sister up for dinner. When she left to go out with friends that night, he came back to the room and fucked me in her bed. He left the next day and I didn't see him again after that. It took her a few weeks to wash her sheets too. I giggled at the thought of her sleeping on the juices her brother and I shared on her bed. She was a bitch though so I didn't care.

Then there was the guy that I had met at one of the clubs downtowns, he was really sweet and actually called home to his mom every Sunday. He was a really good lover too, and I did let him fuck me in the ass. He made me cum in new ways with that. I thought for a while he and I would begin to date seriously, but he ended up moving away right before I went home for Christmas break. That winter when I was home on break, I ran into my brother's friend Henry, the hot one from the lake that had wanted to date me. He asked me out and we went out a few times. We ended up fucking before I went back to school that January. He had a big cock and liked to eat my pussy, so it was really good. I don't know if he ever mentioned anything to my brother about it, I hoped not. We never hooked up again after I went back to school.

Each of the boys I fucked had their own special thing about the way they fucked me. Some of them liked it slow, others fucked me hard and fast like a jackrabbit during mating season and others let me take the lead. With all of them though, I couldn't stop picturing Brooks' beautiful face on my pussy, or hovering above me as they fucked me or as I rode their hard cocks. I didn't see his face all of the time, only when I was close to climaxing. I think it was partly because he was the first one to truly know my body and he had taught me so much about my own sexuality that summer at the lake.

It really didn't matter because by the time I came home for spring break I had a new boyfriend. He was kind and gentle, we made love to all ends of the night. It was passionate love, the kind you can only experience with someone you truly love. Mark was the first man I had sex with where I didn't picture Brooks' face when we fucked. After a few years of dating, he asked me to marry him and I said yes. We got married the summer after my senior year of undergrad. From there, I became busier and busier as I started law school with my husband, and was never able to take any time off in the summer to join my family at the lake again.

Dad sold the cabin when I was about to take the bar exam. He had asked me if I wanted to come home and go for one more nostalgic walk around the property before he handed the keys off to the new owners. As much as I wanted to, a part of me wanted to leave the cabin the way it would always be in my mind?-?the place where I grew up and finally became a woman. I'd also picture me in the guest house with Brooks, making love deep into the night. It was the place where I finally found myself. The place where I finally set my spirit free. I would always remember it that way, and that was good enough for me.

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