1. My involvement with science and sex!
What is happening in the other person’s brain? Eye contact was a logical place to look.
Making eye contact activates the social brain and signals to another person that you are
paying attention. It is one way we share intention and emotion. Norihiro Sadato of the
National Institute for Physiological Sciences in Japan and his colleagues used hyperscanning
to show, early in 2019, that eye contact prepares the social brain to empathize by activating
the same areas of each person’s brain simultaneously: the cerebellum, which helps predict
the sensory consequences of actions, and the limbic mirror system, a set of brain areas that
become active both when we move any part of the body (including the eyes) and when we
observe someone else’s movements. The limbic system, in general, underlies our ability to
recognize and share emotion. A tale that takes place many years ago. First there's me, kind
of average looking not skinny nor fat, neither
ugly nor hot. People could say that I'm tall and that I'm smart, but as far as I knew people
didn't notice me
enough to say such things.
I have two older brothers that are 4 and 5 years older than me. They always hung out
together, and I ended up
either being the third wheel or being left out. I've learn to be okay with this as I don't have
much in common
with them anyway. Both brothers are the “Coors!” and “Motorcycles!” types, while I played
D&D and read
books. And let's face it, I really did look down on their inferior minds. There is something I
was always jealous
of them for though. I'm sure you can tell between my attitude and interests that I was never
popular with the
ladies. The two of them seemed to have new bitches every night. I say bitches because this
is how I convinced
myself I didn't want what they had, I told myself I wanted a woman of quality and
substance—though reality
was I was mauling myself near raw constantly and I would have done the chubby retarded
girl down the street
if she'd let me.

2. I was fourteen and it was the summer after I had finished the eighth grade. My dad informed
me that we were
to have one last major camping trip before I started high school. We were going to spend a
week up at the
lake. My father loved camping. We must have went to the lake every weekend during the
summer from my
ages seven to sixteen. I wouldn't call myself an expert survivalist or such, but I did know the
drill and even now
I can hold my own the wild. This was to be nine nights on the lake though. Eight days without
power or running
water. Wind, dirt, sun, sand and rain. My dad then added that Mark, a longtime family friend,
and his wife and
daughter would be joining us at the lake too.
My dad had been friends with Mark for as long as I can remember. He was pretty nice guy, a
shirt off his back
kind of fellow. He was the guy who gave me my first beer and helped me through my first
hangover. His wife
Julie was the epitome of a MILF—a tall leggy blonde with big tits that always seem to be
screaming “Hi there!
Touch me!” in a seductive voice. To this day I am convinced my oldest brother lost his
virginity to her. Alas I
have no proof as such, I've just heard one to many innuendos and double entendra as well
as catching a few
strange stolen glances between the two of them to not have my suspicions.
Then there's Anna, their only child. A blond preppy cheerleader type that always seemed to

3. have way too
much pep and giggled far more often than was healthy. She was in the grade beneath me.
And while I've
known her since we were little and had seen her around school many a time, I never paid her
much heed since
I was a year older that her and was too good to talk to a seventh grader. At the time she was
clearly beneath
me.
We left after my dad got off work, late 5, almost 6 o'clock. It was a three hour drive to the
lake, but we had to
stop and help Mark's family load up first. Mark and Anna were outside when we arrived. I
remember Anna
greeting me with a smile while brushing her shoulder length hair behind one ear. It was
elegantly simple in
execution; a perfect flirtatious and girlish greeting. A wiser man would have seen the hint in
this action.
These people were definitely not camping people. The whole time we were there I was
thinking “Where's the
rest of their gear?!” To give you an idea of how bad it was I'll tell you this: they brought one
ice chest with one
twelve pack of soda with them to drink. A week away from civilization and that is all they
brought. While loading
the van with their “camping gear”, twice I thought I saw Anna watching me work. Each time
however, she
seemed to quickly look away.

4. We stopped at McDonald’s half way to the lake for dinner. The place was packed. Never in
my life before or
since have I seen so many people in a McDonald's. We all waited through an eternally long
line. Anna gets her
food first and disappeared into the crowd. The adults' got their food next then made their way
into the hoard.
My brother's followed suit shortly after.
“Sorry buddy, we ran out of buns. We've got more, but your food’s gonna be a few more
minutes.” A man in
the ugly red and yellow hat says to me. I stared blankly then nodded. At least I didn't have to
brave the mob
just yet. My food comes and the manager gives me a free small McFlurry since I had to wait.
Grasping my food
close, I step into the press of bodies. I first see my brothers who have managed to seat
themselves at a booth
with what appeared to be a pair of collage girls and were quickly making their acquaintance.
Near them I
sighted my father, sitting with Mark and Julie, chatting away—probably about some inane
work related thing.
I continued searching. There wasn't an empty table, chair, booth or stool to be seen. I stood,
feeling slightly
dejected, my McFlurry dripping melting creamy goodness down my hand. Then I spot Anna,
sitting alone at a
small booth in the very corner. Her blonde hair pulled into a high pony tail. Salvation!
I approached the table and sat without speaking. She seemed startled at first, pausing mid-
fry as I seated. She

5. then saw the melting tasty treat I held. “Awe, I should have got one of those!” I looked at the
sweet storm of
M&Ms and vanilla ice cream continuing to melt into my hand. I knew it would ruined by the
time I finished my
meal. So I offered it to her. “Really?” She seemed to squeal when she spoke.
“Yeah, it was free anyway. You should take it.”
She snatched the cool dessert out of my hand and started to happily consume it, then
paused “Wait, we
should share this.”
I shrugged “it’s okay, you have it. Besides we only have one spoon, and I'm not brave
enough to fight through
that again.” I gestured to the swarm of people between us and the condiment stand. It
seemed a tour bus had
arrived and deposited another few hundred people into the joint.
She giggled a little. “Here,” she licked the spoon she was using clean, “You can use this
one.” In my
adolescent hormone stewing mind there was something rather erotic about watching the
thirteen year old girl
lick a plastic utensil clean before offering it to me. I had to remember to keep chewing and
breathing so I didn't
choke on my hot tasty burger. When I didn't move to take it, she scooped up a small bit of
M&M-ice cream swirl
and aimed it towards my mouth.

6. I was flustered. I didn't know what to do or think. Role playing games had did nothing to
prepare me for such
an interaction. I now know, years after the fact, she was attempting to flirt with me, but in that
moment my mind
leaped to her thinking I was a retard or something. “I'm not two, I can do it myself!” The
words snapped out
and were a bit loud and harsh even to my own ears. I even got a one of those sidelong
“what's wrong with
you” glances from a middle aged Mexican woman sitting in the booth beside us.
She looked as though I just slapped her, then she flushed with anger. “I was just playing.”
Anna turned away
to quietly eat the McFlurry. I finished my meal in silence—well as much silence as you can
have in a
McDonald's filled with three thousand people stuffed into a space that might have held three
hundred. I
watched her from the corner of my eye as best I could. I knew I was just seeing what I
wanted to, but more
than once I thought I saw her start as if to speak only to stop herself thinking better of it.
Then our parents were beside us with my brothers in tow. “Hope you're keeping Anna here
out of trouble.”
Mark grinned at me. “You two ready to get going?”
I nodded and collected my trash. I steeled myself against the onslaught of people. The smell
of body odor and

7. desperation washed over me as I made my way to the receptacle. As I dropped my waste, a
small hand
grabbed mine. I turn to face Anna “Thank you for the McFlurry.” She had a timid half-smile,
like she was afraid
I might slap her again—though her words were quite sincere. She slipped gracefully away
into the crowd
before I could respond. I faced a nightmare of spandex and sweat before I was through.
I made the McDonald's exit just in time to see Anna's face in the window of her father's van
as it smoothly
glided out of the parking lot. In my mind I saw her smiling and licking the spoon clean and I
could feel the soft
touch of her hand upon mine. Pain then radiated up my arm as my oldest brother struck me
“Slug bug red!” he
called pointing to a red VW beetle parked down the lot a few spaces.
“Dude, what the fuck!” I angrily rubbed my arm. He had hit the bicep squarely against the
bone causing my
fingers and then my hand to tingle numbly.
“Sorry” He shrugged mockingly. “Guess you need to pay more attention.” We then piled into
the truck and got
back on the road.
The Sun had set by the time we reached our campsite by the lake. Mark's van barely made it
down the sandy
track that lead to the small secluded cove my father favored. My dad's truck had a shell on
the bed, so while

8. the others went about setting up their tents in the dark, I took the remainder of the camping
gear from the bed
and claimed it as my sleeping spot for the night. Score one for lazy!
I had my queen-size air mattress inflated in half the time it took any of the others to erect
their tents. I settled
into my sleeping bag with a small book and light, closed the tinted glass windows of the shell
and relaxed. Not
twenty minutes later I hear Anna's voice, filled with frustration, call out “Dad! I can't get this
stupid thing up. It's
too dark!” Her voice was angry, annoyed, and only slightly muffled. She must have been
nearby. The
response came from much farther away. While I could hear someone speaking, I could not
make the words.
It didn't matter anyways. I went back to my book.
Before I could truly get back into the groove of reading, the rear of the shell opened and
Anna began climbing
inside. She must not have realized I was there for when she saw me she reeled back to her
heels and paused.
“Your dad said I could sleep here tonight since I can't get my tent up.”
I glanced around at the unused space around me and shrugged. She looked around
sheepishly, as though
she knew she was doing something she shouldn't, before climbing into the bed. She had on
a gray long sleeve
shirt with a loose fitting round neck. Where I was laying combined with her angle and my

9. small book light
afforded me an unobstructed view down her top. I could see her smooth white skin and a
little black bra—
maybe an A-cup or a very small B.
After climbing in and closing the glass behind her, she went about extracting her sleeping
bag from its stuff
sack. She was doing this still bent over, oblivious to the show she was giving me. This was
the most I had
seen of any real live girl and I was entranced. I'm not sure how long I stared, but eventually
my eyes shifted to
hers and I realized she was watching me with the hint of a knowing smile. She made no
move to cover herself.
I wasn't going to avoid pitching a tent after all that night, and I turned to my side to hide my
main pole. There
was a giggle behind me as she laid out her bag and squirmed inside. I was surprised to
notice she had the
same bag as I, though her' was in red beside the black one I slept in. I reached out and
turned off the light. I
focused on breathing slow and calmly, silently pleading with my pocket rocket to subside.
Every time she
moved, it reminded me that she was there and the sight I was treated to and my soldier
would stand at full
attention. Eventually I drifted off into a fevered horny sleep.
Morning came with a bang. Julie was pounding on the glass yelling for Anna to get up. Anna
rose sleepily, her

10. face a mixture of sleep and confusion. She looked around then found me quietly watching
her. I quickly looked
away in a poor attempt at pretending I wasn't staring. I knew I was caught. She didn't say
anything though. Just
moved to climb out of the truck.
I lay in my bag a moment longer, thinking about what I should do with my day. I decided it
would be a day of
fishing and reading. Normally I don't fish, but it's what I do while camping and it affords me
plenty of time to
read. Multitasking right? First I had to set up my tent—no sense in putting that off anymore.
Wandering into the main camp I was greeted by one of my older brothers dumping some
fried eggs into a
tortilla and handing it to me. “There was sausage, but you slept too late and I ate it all!” The
other brother
chuckled.
“Thanks for saving me some.” Annoyance was clear, though I was surprised he had actually
cooked anything
for me at all. I rolled up my burrito and moved to gather the things I needed to set up my tent.
I saw Anna with a
sausage link skewered on a plastic fork chatting with her dad. This frustrated me a little,
though I couldn't tell
you why.
I carried my things away from the rest of the camp, maybe about one hundred yards, then
began to prepare my
site. Having been camping for so many years, my dad had taught me his perfect way of

11. setting up a tent. At
first I thought it was silly and too much work, but after a weekend spent sleeping on a very
awkwardly shaped
rock digging into my back, I learned the merits of his preparation scheme. As I worked I got
the distinct
impression that I was being watched—that feeling of the hairs on the back of your neck
standing on end. I
never did see anyone.
Shortly after finishing, just enough time to get my stuff squared away and get changed into
swimming trunks
and a tee shirt, I heard Mark and Anna approaching with conversation about setting up her
tent. They stopped
about ten yards away behind a thick group of trees. He was telling her something about her
being cold if she
sets her tent up this far from the fire. She just laughed at him. I wondered if they knew how
close they were to
my tent. It seemed they hadn't noticed me.
I crept forward, silently into the trees and watched them. They did nothing in the way of site
preparation, just
threw the tent down on the ground once it was standing and staked it in place. Even from my
poor vantage
point I could see she was going to be sleeping on some pretty brutal rocks. Poor girl.
I finished my stalker session ahead of them and walked back to camp with my fishing gear
and book. I
informed my father that I was going fishing up the canyon a ways and I assured him that I
would at least check

12. in around noon. I set off to my spot, a deep fishing hole about a half mile up the canyon.
Before I got too far
from the camp I heard Mark calling my name. I considered ignoring him, pretend I didn't hear
him if it came up
later. Sighing, I turned towards his voice and called out to him. After a few back and forth
calls I find him and
Anna walking up. Anna was in a plain white bikini that did well to accentuate her lithe, but
unmistakably girlish,
figure with a see through white tee-shirt over top a few sizes too big. She carried a pink
fishing pole and a
small pink tackle box. They both looked brand new, and I could even see a price tag hanging
from the reel.
“Hey, do you think Anna can go fishing with you? We have to head back into town and get
some supplies.”
Remember the ice chest and soda? Yeah my Dad just found out what they had brought and
was having a
small fit about it. I think it's a control thing personally. “I think she'd just be bored if she came
with us and your
brothers have already taken off on their bikes.” My brothers had a pair of dirt bikes they spent
all their time on
while we were up here—at least till they ran out of gas.
“Um, sure.” I looked at Anna, who was just staring at the ground in front of her. He thanked
me, told me to
make sure I look out for her, then started back towards the camp. “Do you have everything
you need?” It was
a stupid question, as it was pretty clear she had never been fishing before and really had no
idea what she

13. would need. But Anna nodded anyway and the two of us started back towards my fishing
spot.
We walked in silence for a while, though hiked might be a better word for it. The trail here
was rough rock and
sand weaving in and out of boulders and trees that marched along the water's edge of the
canyon. We were
about half way there when she broke the silence. “How much farther is it?”
I stopped and turned to her. I could see she was pretty tired from the hike. She was wearing
small yellow flip-
flops that couldn't have been very comfortable. I then notice she wasn't carrying any water.
“It's still a little
ways up.” I pointed up the trail as if this would make our destination clearer. She looked a
little disappointed.
“But we can stop here and take a break.”
“I'm okay, we can keep going.” She tried to sound enthusiastic, to me it seemed as though
she just didn't want
to drag me down.
“I'm kinda of tired anyway.” I lied, speaking as I sat down on a rock. I un-slung the canteen I
carried and took a
big gulp, watching her eying the liquid as I did. I offered it to her. She took the bottle and
started gulping it
down. I was kicking myself, I should have thought about bringing extra water. I wondered
how long she had
been thirsty. She had probably been staring at the water I carried and thinking about how

14. much a pick I was for
not giving her any. After drinking near half of what I brought, she handed it back and thanked
me.
“Ready to go?” She stood up and started walking again. She seemed both eager and
dreading the walk at the
same time. I didn't know what to think. I quickly caught up to lead the way.
We eventually arrived at my fishing spot. Here the sandstone walls had created a large bowl
shape with water
on one side dropping into a deep hole, and a sandy beach half-shaded by the rock over hang
on the other.
“Wow!” Her eyes where wide with wonder as we slid down into the small basin of sand. I
remembered when I
first found this place, I probably had much the same look on my face. “Okay, the hike was
worth it!” She smiled
over at me. I sheepishly grinned back. I then moved over to a rock chair I had created on the
beach that was a
perfect place to fish and sit and read from.
Putting the rest of my things down, I quickly rigged my pole and cast it into the water then sat
down. I leaned
back in my rest and watched the light ripple as it reflected off the water onto one of the bowl
walls. Nearby
Anna had sat down in the sand and was fumbling with her fishing pole. After watching her
become increasingly
frustrated with the thing, I offered my help. She accepted in a way that made me feel like she
was expecting

15. the offer the whole time. I handed her my pole and began rigging hers.
“So, are you gay or something?”
“What?! No! Why?!” The words came out in rapid fire succession as her question burned in
my ears. I looked
at her incredulously.
“I've just never seen you with a girlfriend or anything.” One hand held my fishing pole while
the other traced
small designs in the sand. The fact that she had paid that much attention to my social life
should have told me
something.
“So?! I just haven't met anyone I've liked that much!” I was near stuttering as I sat flustered.
“Seems gay.” Came her response.
“Well I'm not, so drop it.” I was getting a hold on the shock and pure anger was rising now.
“If you say so.” Infuriatingly sweet. “Maybe you should prove it.”
“What? How can I prove it?” She shrugged and began reeling my fishing pole like she knew
what she was

16. doing. “No, really, how do you want me to prove it?”
She turned and peered at me. “I'm sure you'll think of something.” She smirked. My blood
was boiling at this
point, I was about to blow a gasket and go ape shit on her—throw sand in her face, scream,
yell, just have a
general temper tantrum. Then this voice in my head was whispering Kiss her. Kiss her! That'll
shut her up!
Just before she turned away I leaned down to her and pressed my lips against hers. I was
awash with fear and
anger even as fireworks of amazement went off in my head. I had never kissed a girl before,
and I was waiting
for the scream—or slap. To my surprise she did neither scream nor slap me nor did she pull
away. At this point
we were just there with our lips pressed together and our eyes closed. At least mine where
closed. Knowing
nothing else to do, I slowly pulled away ending the embrace.
My heart was pounding and butterflies filled my stomach. Our eyes were locked together for
a time after the
kiss. Neither of us spoke. In that moment my fishing pole, forgotten in her hand, nearly
jumped from her as
something hit the line fiercely. She managed to keep hold and cried out “What do I do!?”
We both got to our feet and I said “Start reeling it in!” She was having trouble just holding on
to the rod so I
moved up behind her and put my arms around to grab the rod. “Here pull it like this!” I helped
her guide the

17. pole as she reeled. I issued commands on when to reel and pull and when to stop and let out
the line. This fish
was putting up a huge fight. Anna would chirp with delight each time the fish would trash and
pull at us. At one
point it almost pulled the two of us off our feet. As the lake monster neared the surface I
could tell it was a big
one. We were both smiling and laughing and we pulled it to the edge to be scooped out of
the water with the
net. It was a striper nearly as big as my entire leg.
“Oh my gosh! I've never caught a fish before!” She was beaming.
“I'd have thought you'd never been fishing before.” I ribbed. She playfully slapped my arm.
“Now what?” She asked.
“Fish more I guess.”
“No way, we gotta get back and show this off!”
I kind of thought that's what she'd want to do. “Okay. Well, let’s get our stuff together.” I
looked in my pack for
something to put the fish in, knowing I didn't have anything big enough. Giving up on that I
settled on gilling the
fish with a small bit of yellow nylon cord and slinging it over my shoulder. It seemed the way

18. back took much
less time. Anna had much more pep in her walk, striding back towards camp with purpose.
She never stopped
talking about reeling that fish in and what it was like and remembering the experience. All I
could really think
about was having my arms around her—and our kiss.
Arriving back at the camp we were greeted with my dad and Mark sitting beach-side drinking
some beers while
Julie was laying twenty or so feet away sunning herself. “Catch anything?!” Mark called when
he saw us
approach. I swung the fish around off my shoulder, and I could see Anna just about to burst
waiting for her
dad's response. Our lake monster got a double take from both guys and Anna exploded into
the deion of
how we caught it. She babbled excitedly, her face animated with delight.
The rule at our campsite was if you caught and kept a fish, you had to eat it. I helped Anna
clean the large
aquatic creature and then showed her a simple way of cooking the thing. Basically fileting it
and rubbing in
some spices before wrapping it in tin foil to bake beside the fire. The shadows had stretched
long by then and
a burning red Sun dropped below the horizon. All of us had gathered around the fire to take
our meals. Anna
and I sat beside each other and shared our fish while the rest cooked hot dogs over the hot
embers.

19. My dad was an audiophile. He loved music. There isn't a genre out there that he didn't enjoy.
His truck had
two 16-inch woofer boxes tucked behind the seats that he pulled out to rest atop the cab and
blast music from.
We all enjoyed the music as we sat around the raging campfire. At one point Julie got up and
began dancing
and singing along with one of the songs: Madonna’s “Like a Prayer”. She eventually got Anna
up dancing and
singing with her and the two of them were teasing and cajoling all of the guys to get up and
play with them.
Anna grabbed my hand, attempting to pull me to my feet “Come on!” She smiled in between
singing the
verses. She was now dressed in a pair of short white cutoff shorts and another loosely fitting
long sleeve shirt
that hung open exposing much of her smooth shoulder. This one had black and white
horizontal stripes. Her
hair fell loosely past her shoulders.
“I can't dance.” I laughed and shrugged her hand off.
“Oh, everyone can dance!” She said to me. “Like this!” She demonstrated a simple move,
swinging her hips
from side to side with the music.
She reached for my hand again then put on an exaggerated pout when I denied her. “Really,
I can't move like
that.” I said apologetically

20. “Just try! Please?” I was taken aback. This whole trip seemed almost surreal. I had known
this girl for a long
time, but now I felt as if I was seeing her for the first time. Her smile, the sparkle of her gray
eyes, the way her
hair fell to frame her face, all of if filled me with a fleeting feeling I couldn't place. The feelings
tugged at me,
pulled at me, urging me to do thing I'd have never even contemplated before.
I didn't want to disappoint her.
So I got to my feet. This brought a round of laughter from my brothers. She held my hands in
hers, a little lower
than shoulder height, leaving a space between us so we could see each other’s feet. I tried to
mimic her
motion, but failed miserably. Feeling foolish, I stopped moving “I can't do this”.
“No, you were doing it, just keep trying!” She giggled and held my hands tighter, and I started
moving with her
again. “See, you've got it” She smiled encouragingly. “You're doing good!”
“Yeah! For a drunken octopus!” A brother teased from the far side of the campfire. I flushed
with
embarrassment. Somehow my mind linked that feeling with her, as though it was her fault.
“Shut up!” Anna snapped angrily as I pulled away and stopped moving.

21. “You've pissed her off now!” The older of the two mocked.
“Hey, you guys be nice.” I heard my dad saying over my shoulder as I stepped away to the
darkness towards
my tent. No moon had risen as of yet, so it was dark—near pitch black. I felt confused and
hurt. Something
about the whole situation made me feel vulnerable in a way I'd never felt before. It was stupid
really. I wanted
to impress her in some way and I though my brothers' comments would somehow reveal the
truth about me.
They might reveal that I'm just some geeky nerd with nothing to offer.
I caught a flash of light from the corner of my eye and turned to see someone striding
towards my tent with a
flashlight—though they were approaching from a different angle. I stopped and waited. I
could just make out
Anna's pretty face in the reflected light. She stopped a few paces from my tent, the ring of
light on the
entrance. She called out my name softly, a look of anxious worry marring her beautiful
features. I'm not sure
why I kept quiet. I saw her silhouette shift and sigh before turning and heading off towards
her own tent.
The heat of the sun baking my tent brought me from sleep the following morning. I climbed
from my tent and
made my way towards the sound of voices at the main camp.

22. “We lost you last night.” Mark said when I walked up.
“Yeah, I just felt real tired so I went to bed.” My brothers snickered a little. From the corner of
my eye I could
see Anna watching me, pretty much staring. I look everywhere else to avoid eye contact.
“Got any plans for the day?” Mark asked.
I suddenly felt as if everyone was watching me, waiting for my response. “Um.” I paused, my
brain slowly
working for a response. “I thought I might walk out to Beggar's Point and go swimming.”
“Beggar's Point?” This was a place we went cliff diving at. There was a number of different
cliff faces of
varying height that all dropped down into an absurdly deep pool in the lake. It had been
named such because
of an incident when I was eleven where I had been brought to tears by my father while I was
begging not to be
thrown off the highest point—a nearly sixty-foot drop to the water. Somehow the name stuck
and we've been
calling it that ever since. One of my brothers narrated the story of the places naming with far
more assholeish
mockery than I could ever hope to match.
“Sounds fun!” Mark laughed at the story. “I wanna go.” He looked to Julie “You want to join us
babe?”

23. “No, I think I'm fine right here.” She smiled from where she was already laying out working on
her tan.
“What about you Hun?” He asked Anna.
“I think I'm gonna stay here with mom.” She said while throwing a towel down on the sand
beside her mother.
The rest of us made our way out to Beggar's Point and spent the day jumping from the cliffs
and swimming in
the cool deep waters beneath. There was a lot of laughing and splashing. Someone dropping
in a cannonball,
and at other times dunking each other. I tried focusing on anything, but somehow my mind
kept wandering
back to Anna, I knew I was stupid for leaving her last night and ignoring her today. I just
couldn't bring myself to
face my mistake so I continued down that path. I wondered if she was thinking about me. I
wondered what she
thought of that kiss we shared—if she even thought about it at all.
The day seemed to melt away far too quickly and soon the sun was in it's decent on the
horizon. All of us,
pretty much exhausted, climbed from the lake and began making our trek back to camp.
Anna and Julie were
cooking burgers over the coals when we made it back.
“There's food!” Julie called to us as we arrived. “Anna's got the stuff!” She pointed to the

24. young girl who was
deftly cutting up some fresh produce—lettuce, onions, and tomatoes.
I grabbed a bun and a burger then walked over to where Anna was, smiling at her as I drew
closer. I stopped in
front of her, waiting for her to look up at me before saying anything. She never did. Someone
behind me
barked “Shit or get off the pot!” I looked over my shoulder to see Mark and my brothers
waiting for me to move
aside. I grabbed some lettuce and a few slices of tomato and got out of the way.
I ate my food near the fire, watching Anna when no one was looking. I waited for the chance
to catch her
attention so that I might have an opening to talk to her. She never glanced my way. My heart
sank when she
got up and walked away from the fire without ever saying a world to me or even looking my
way. Now what?
There was a ledge nearby, another “secret” spot I had found. To the rear of the camp was
part of the canyon
wall as it peel away from the waterfront. Here the wall towered up about thirty or forty feet. I
had found a spot
that was between ground level and the top—about twenty feet up. The path, a mere jagged
crack in the rock
face, was hidden by a small cluster of bushes so it was hard to tell the ledge was even there.
I liked to come to this place and watch the stars. It was high enough that the light from the

25. fire didn't blind your
star-sight, but it still shielded you from the constant winds that plagued the area once you
crested the canyon
wall. I climbed up, threw a pillow down and lounged back under the clear starry sky. It was
silly, but for as long
as I can remember I always wish upon any shooting stars I saw. I made a wish that night,
and it came true—for
a time at any rate. I'm not going to repeat it here though, even now I feel like it might ruin the
magic if I told you.
I heard a scraping noise, then the sound of falling pebbles. I sat up and looked to see Anna's
face peering up
over the edge at me. “Hi.”
I had a deer in headlights moment and all I could respond with was a lame “Hi” in return. She
scrambled up the
edge and took a few steps to sand beside where I sat. She wore a pink spaghetti strap top
with those same
short cut off shorts.
Not knowing what else to do, I laid back down to look at the stars.
She stood there a moment, thinking, waiting. Then spoke “I forgot to bring a pillow.”
I glanced at her, trying to think of a solution. Then it hit me. “You could share mine.” I scooted
over a bit to
make room. She didn't say anything, just sat down before laying her head down beside mine.

26. We stared at the
stars together, wordlessly enjoying the moment.
This is when I saw the shooting star. This is when I made my wish.
“You don't see stars like that back home.” Her voice was soft, like she was afraid the sound
might break the
spell.
“No, you don't” I managed. I shifted a little, moving a small rock from beneath me. During my
motion my hand
brushed against hers. I stopped as if frozen in time. My heart paused, waiting. My breath was
held. Then her
hand locked around mind and our fingers twined together.
She moved so her cheek was resting on my shoulder. She rolled towards me, reaching her
opposite arm
across me. She let go of my hand and I felt a moment of sadness in this. That feeling was
quickly replaced
with warmth as my arm wrapped around her and pulled her slender body closer to mine. My
other hand found
hers and they wrapped together to rest on my chest.
An eternal smile fixed upon my face, I lay there enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
Everything seem to
quiet, to pause, as if the world was taking a step back to allow us to enjoy this moment. If

27. only it would never
end. Music drifted from the campsite below.
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Rarely, if ever, have I known contentment like that moment. It would be forever etched in my
mind as a defining
moment of our history. I have no words that could describe how I felt, and words were
unneeded. I just knew I
wanted to be with her, to protect her, to make her laugh and see her wonderful smile.
I first became aware of her sent, an imperceptibly sweet smell of flowers. For a moment I
wondered what it
could be. Having no showers or even running water, it must have been some kind of body
spray. This line of
thoughts was quickly driven out when I became aware of her small breasts pressed against
the side of my
chest. The knowledge made my breath catch, and my blood started rising in my loins. I tried
desperately to
think of other things. To think of video games or the book I was reading. Tried to think about
the last movie I

28. saw, or the countless stars above. For each thought I had about the mundane world, I had
ten more about the
gorgeous girl and her perfect breasts pressed up against me. It was a lost cause.
I don't know how long we laid there together, my painfully hard erection pressing against
what I use to think
were fairly loosing fitting shorts. Now they seemed like an iron vice. Eventually Anna sighed
and whispered
while coming to a sitting position “We should go back”. While moving upright her hand
brushed across my
groin. There's no way she didn't feel it, and this was confirmed by her surprised “Oh!”
I tried to shift and bend at the waist a little to hide my large embarrassment while feeling
extremely light
headed. All of my blood was either filling down below, or rushing to my face. I sat up with a
hunch in my back
to try and hide it better. I was horrified, and I was fearing a reprisal of anger or disgust. If I
wasn't so afraid to
meet her gaze, I would have seen curiosity there, and not the anger or disgust that I feared.
Another eternity passed before she leaned towards me. Calculatingly she placed one hand
on the back of my
neck and the other terrifyingly high on my inner though. Anna then pulled me into a kiss. It
was another simple
kiss, nothing more than our lips pressed together. Sparks flew in my mind at the exhilaration
of her touch.

29. She pulled away and locked her eyes on mine. With an incredibly erotic and seductive smile
she purred “Just
as good as the first.” She giggled a little, then bolted away down the path back to camp.
My mind was a void filled with a thousand unanswered questions. Did that just happen? I'm I
that lucky? What
just happened? They flowed unabated, the next one forcing out the previous. The music
stopped and the
campfire burned low signaling those below where heading off to bed. My blood calmed
enough so that I could
stand without embarrassment or pain. I crept slowly down the path back. The younger of the
two brothers slept
in a lawn chair by the fire, a blackened stick falling forgotten out of his hand. The moon was
rising giving me
just enough light to make my way to my tent.
As I rested, trying to calm myself enough for sleep, I thought of the events since we left home
and marveled at
how I ended up here. Then my thoughts drifted to Anna. They drifted to our kisses. I recalled
her white bikini,
then remembered seeing her little black bra. Finally I relived feeling her small breasts
pressed to me. I'm not
ashamed to admit I masturbated furiously to these thoughts, cuming more than once before
my session was
through.
I awoke early the next morning to see Anna watching me from the unzipped entrance to my
tent. Once she saw

30. that I was awake, she grinned and climbed inside, zipping the door behind her. “What are
you doing?” I
whispered. It was early enough that the sun had not risen yet, just the vaguest hint of it upon
the horizon.
“Shh, it'll be our secret.” She whispered, crawling into the bed beside me. She wrapped her
arms around me,
and I tried to do the same, though she was still outside my sleeping bag while I was within.
“How did you get it
so soft?” She asked while shifting her back against the air mattress. “Even with my sleeping
pad, the rocks
and ground are painfully hard.”
I just smiled. “It's a secret.”
“Well, I'm gonna remember this tomorrow night.” she responded. I was excited wondering
what that might
mean. We both drifted off to sleep in the other’s arms and didn't wake until the sun was
raising the inside of
the tent to oven-like temperature. I moved to kick the sleeping bag off and this action brought
us both out of
our dreams. Anna sat up first, stretched her arms and yawned. “I slept good.” I lay still,
smiling at the girl
beside me. Her movements were both feline and girlish. Something about them sent a shiver
of delight down
my spine. Glancing my way, she saw me watching her. This time I held her gaze. “What are
you looking at?”

31. She smiled. I couldn't help but grin foolishly back at her.
“Just a pretty girl.” Her cheeks took on a slight tint of rose, and the whole act of blushing
made her even cuter
in my eyes. She then dropped back down to the pillow with a flop. Her face was less than
inches from mine,
our eyes lost in the others. Her eyes closed and she moved just a mere fraction of an inch
and her lips were
touching mine.
This kiss was different than the others. This time our lips nibbled gently at the other, tasting,
and exploring. My
hand instinctively reached up to her neck, fingers twining into her smooth blonde hair and
pulling her into a
deeper kiss. I felt her tongue softly brush my lips, a tentative test. I experimented with my
own tongue, touching
her, tasting her.
Nothing else existed for us as we lay there each devouring the other. There was no tent, or
sleeping bag. The
sun didn't shine above us and the wind didn't blow. The waves of a passing boat didn't break
against the lake
shore, and our parents weren't calling for us. Our parents. I can't tell you how long we kissed
for; passion
burning desire into our souls. Suddenly Anna sat bolt upright, tearing herself from my
embrace. For a moment I
felt empty. Then I heard her father calling her lakeside.

32. I tossed another log on the fire and slouched down into a nearby lawn chair. The sun had
long since set, and I
was exhausted. Mark and rented a speed boat from the marina and we all spent the day
cruising around the
lake and towing people on the inner tube. Anna was in a chair across the fire from me. The
day had been
rough. Every time I looked at her, the memory of the morning’s interaction would force its
way into my mind,
and my blood would begin flowing towards a particular extremity. The others had slowly
trickled away to their
beds till it was Anna, Mark and I left around the fire.
Anna stretched in an exaggerated yawn “Well, I’m heading to bed.” She shot me a sidelong
glance. “Good
night daddy.” She gave her father a peck on the check then drifted out into the darkness. I
sat for a while, idly
stirring the fire. The silence felt thick and awkward. The fear that he knew what Anna and I
had been up to
clawed at me. It was a nagging feeling that wouldn’t be pushed away. There was something I
had missed and I
couldn’t put my finger on it.
I was just about to retreat to my own tent when Mark started talking to me—questioning me
about school and
what plans I had for the future. What did he expect from a fourteen year old? I stayed and
made the small talk

33. with him, too polite to walk away. After what seemed like hours of conversation he finally
made a complaint
about his eyes being sore. The fire was a few small coals. He made his way to his wife in
their tent.
A bright moon had risen to bathe everything in a silvery glow. The walk back to my tent was
quiet but for the
occasional splash in the lake waters beyond. Weaving between the juniper trees, Anna’s tent
caught my eye. It
was silent and motionless. ‘She’s most likely asleep already’ I thought to myself. I silently
cursed her father and
my own sense of manners for a moment before trudging the last few yards to my tent.
Wordlessly I unzipped the opening and slid off my shoes before climbing inside. I closed the
flap, zipping out
the moonlight and leaving myself in total darkness. I paused a moment, considering waking
Anna up so that we
might continue where we had left off that morning. Before I could make a decision a light
turned on behind me,
and I turned to see Anna sitting up in my bed holding a small battery powered lamp out
before her. “Took you
long enough.” She smiled. Her golden hair was a little messy from laying in my bed. She had
on an over large
men’s gray flannel shirt only buttoned to her navel. Her small cleavage hinted to me of the
treasures beneath.
I tried to give an apology, but all that came out was a gulping noise as I tried sucking down

34. enough oxygen.
“It’s okay, it gave me time to do this.” She pulled back the top of the sleeping bag to reveal
two things. The first
was her long slender legs. Silky smooth legs that ended with just the hint of a pink panty
edging from beneath
the gray shirt. The other, albeit less important, revelation was that our two sleeping bags had
been zipped
together to form a much large one. She giggled and patted the bed beside her.
As soon as I moved into the bed, we were kissing again. Her arms were wrapped around me,
clinging to me,
as if she was unable to get her body close enough to mine. Our lips locked, and our tongues
twined together. I
was having trouble figuring out where to put my hands. Nowhere seemed right and all of it
wasn’t where I
wanted my hands to be. I decided to go for broke. One hand found a comfortable place at the
back of her
neck, twisting into her luscious hair, the other found the last button of her shirt at her navel. I
deliberately slid
my hand through the opening to her cheerleader firm stomach. The flesh beneath my hand
was perfectly soft
yet toned. My hand felt rough and calloused compared to its suppleness. Millimeter by
gradual millimeter I
stroked my hand upwards
Her hand was on my face holding me when my fingers first brushed against her breast. I
nervously touched the

35. under edge, testing for her reaction. Her breath was caught and held tight. When my hand
finally closed over
the small half apple sized mound her breath released in a sighing purr. I don’t know what it is
about breasts
that creates that primal urge to touch them. It felt so perfect in my hand, just enough to fill my
palm. The feel of
its shape and the small hard nipple permeated me with a lust I had never know. Her back
arched as if trying to
push her breast deeper into my hand.
I was so lost in my exploration and her kisses I failed to notice her hand had wandered down
my body to the
top of my shorts and was now fumbling with the tie. After an agonizingly frustrating moment
of her muddling
with the knot it came free and her hand gently snaked inside. Her fingers grazed my glans
and fire flashed in
my eyes. No one save myself had ever touched me intimately and I thought I was cuming.
With the amount of
precum filling my shorts one would have though I already had. She didn’t seem to mind. Her
fingers brushed
against me again sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. Her probing became bold as she
wrapped her small
girlish hand around my girth and slowly began stroking me.
At first I was ecstatic at having someone touch me, but her inexperience soon showed. Her
grip was a little too
firm and her stroking was more like a tug o’ war. I winced and my hand shot down to cover
hers. Our hands

36. groped together and with a few unvoiced gestures I slowed her caress and loosened her
hold. Moving my
hand away from hers, I placed it on her inner thigh. I was only a few inches away from the
edges of her
panties. I felt her hips shift a little, opening her legs just a slight more. I did not wasted the
time stroking her as I
had when going for her breast. This time I decisively slid my hand up to investigate her
nether regions. I
explored her from outside the moist cotton fabric only a scarce short moments before
skimming up to the
elastic waistband and slipping down inside.
I found a small patch of soft downy hair. She was soaking wet and moaned deeply into my
mouth when my
fingers first touched her slit. My mind took on an iron-like focus of her body. While her soft
hands were doing
wonders to my erection, and her kisses remained like fireworks in my head, if I paid them too
much heed I
would cum. I feared that might end our escapade much too soon.
I had no idea what to do or how to touch her. So I explored. I started at the apex of her slit,
feeling her wetness
and velvety smoothness as the outer lips parted around my digits. I elicited a sharp gasp of
pleasure from her
as my finger slid over the small bump that was her clit—though at this point I didn’t realized
what I had done to
cause such a reaction. I glided further down to feel her inner lips and the opening to her
carnal places. I

37. caressed around her a moment before pressing one finger inside. Her whole body tensed
and my mind when
directly to pain so I quickly retracted my finger. Then her hand was on mine. Her fingers
directed mine, guided
me to start a long gentle stroke from the top of her clitoral hood down to just probing her
entrance. She
repeated this gesture a few times using my hand before returning to her own task.
Instead of going straight back to my penis, her hand went to the waistband of my shorts and
began attempting
to pull them down. I was so focused in touching her and avoiding an early eruption it took me
a few moments
to realize what she was doing. Once it dawned on me I quickly shucked my shorts and shirt
aside. She
watched me unclothe then followed. I saw her undo the few buttons holding the flannel shirt
closed then slid it
gracefully from her shoulders. She shifted under the sleeping bag to remove her last bit of
clothing, and I
marveled again at the perfect shape of her breasts. Seeing them in the dim lamplight for the
first time then
were small yet exquisitely formed half-apple sized mounds. She had small pink nipples like
littler erasers, and
areolas not much bigger than a nickel.
A small bit of pink cloth hit me in the face, breaking me from my reverie. “You’re staring!” She
had a
mischievous grin and she rolled towards me, pushing my shoulders to the bed and straddling
me in one

38. movement. My dick was pinned between us, the lips of her labia spread around it and forced
it up against my
lower abdomen. I could feel my own precum wetting my stomach and her juices flowing to
coat me as she
slowly glided herself up and down my length. Her hands were holding my shoulders to the
mattress; her
elbows were locked. I had an amazing view of her pale white body. She deliberately rode her
slickness up my
member, and her extended arms pressed her breasts forward accentuating their shape. I
didn’t really know
what else to do with my hands so I placed them on her hips. This seemed quite natural, and
it allowed me to
help grind her pelvis harder onto me.
I can’t tell you how long we stayed in this position and it was only through some divine
providence that I didn’t
burst my load all between the two of us. Unexpectedly one of her hands reach amid our
bodies and grasp my
erection. My heart stop as fear and excitement swirled over me. She shifted its position and
angle just the
slightest bit and my head was caught in the silky folds of her entrance. Her hips shifted back
pressing herself
onto me—though nothing happened. She shifted the angle of my dick a bit more and drove
herself back again.
This time there was a slight parting. I could feel and see her how body go ridged with pain.
As much as my pubescent hormone addled mind wanted this it ripped at my soul to see her
in pain. “Maybe we

39. shouldn’t-“
“Shh.” She leaned down and kissed me again, cutting off the weak protest. She pressed
again, this time much
gentler. I felt the entrance to her pussy slowly part around my invading member. She would
trust onto me just
enough to penetrate herself another micron before backing off. I really could not tell if there
was any progress
at all. I felt a tight pressure at the tip of my penis, almost hard enough to make the shaft bend
painfully and
then she would stop. I don’t know how long this went on—tension, then relax. Strain, then
ease.
Then it happened.
I was just about to voice another week objection when I felt a pop. The head of my penis
forced its way inside
her. Her vaginal opening tight around me like a ring a few sizes too small. She cried out and
wrapped her arms
tight around my neck. She clung to me, her breath slow and ragged. She tried to adjust to
this new feeling she
had forced inside her body.
Adding her tight grip around my neck to all of the events leading up to this moment I was
feeling light headed. I
held her close in my arms. I wished desperately to somehow take the pain away. I was
kicking myself that I had
let it go this far. At the same time I was fighting the powerful instinctual urge to grab her hips

40. and start trusting
furiously.
Her death grip around my neck loosened and she leaned back just enough so that I could
see her face. Her
grey eyes were like ice chips under moonlight. My heart broke when I saw a tear pooling in
the corner of her
eye. “We don’t have to do this.” I whispered nervously.
She leaned back further, pressing the rest of my length into her. “It’s already done.” She
smiled weakly. This
time when she tensed I could see the pleasure rising up though her body. She moved her
body, almost
extracting me completely from her, before slowly pushing herself back onto me. I could feel
every inch of her
velvety pussy wrap around me; slide over me. She built a rhythm with her movements, and I
started to thrust
back against her. We writhed together in ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure rising from
somewhere deep inside. I
had reached my break point. I enfolded her in my arms and plunged as deep as I could. It
seemed as if I was
pouring myself inside her as pulse after pulse of warm cum shot into her waiting vagina. The
world fell away
around us once more. I was lost in and eternity of bliss as my orgasm peaked. Her whole
body went ridged
and spasms rippled over my dick as she reached her climax with me.
Once spent, she clung to me almost desperately. She was a hurricane survivor and I was her

41. life raft. Her
breath was short frayed pants. Her head rested upon my shoulder. My arms wrapped
protectively around her.
My erection was still buried deep inside her. “Can we stay like this forever?” This was the last
thing I heard
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