Taboo

Keywords: Ch., Revealed, Secrets, 02, Pt., I,

*Part I – History*

*Chapter 2*

When we got to my bunkhouse, Patrice slowed to a stop and just looked at the door.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "You don't have to go through with it, you know."

She shook her head. Then she looked deeply into my eyes.

"I "want" to do this. I want to do it with "you"," she told me.

I could hear the love in her words, a love I felt for her as well. I reached for the screen door and held it open. She walked in and went straight for my room, putting her bag down softly on Jim's bed.

"He won't be back until late tomorrow afternoon," I reassured her.

"I know. We're all alone."

I felt a knot in my stomach. This wasn't my first time but I was still nervous. I really cared for Patrice and it was my first time with her. More importantly, it was "her" first time.

"So, do you—" I started to say.

"Do I—?" she said, looking a little nervous again.

This was silly. I just had to come out and say it. We both knew we were here to have sex.

"Do you want to go take a shower now?" I cleared my throat. "Together?"

Now I felt like I was sweating. I felt my nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

"It's not that I don't want to, Tim. It's just... I'm a little nervous, you know?" Patrice said, her voice not really steady.

The crickets were the only sound. Patrice sat down on the bed, on my bed. The creak punctuated the quiet.

"Can we just kiss for awhile?" Patrice asked sounding unsure again.

"Sure, hon. That sounds nice."

I sat next to her. She put one hand on the sheet, smoothing it and feeling the texture. I reached out and touched my fingers to her chin. I turned her face to mine. Her eyes closed but I could see the indecision in her expression. She wanted to yet she didn't. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.

We both took a deep breath as we started to kiss. We had kissed before. We had even touched each other. We just hadn't done "it" before. Patrice had said the time wasn't right. I had waited.

As I kissed her, I tried to reposition us both to lying down.

"No, Tim. Not yet. I just want to kiss."

"Okay. I was just going to kiss you."

"Look. It's different for a girl. I'll never be the same again. I just want to be sure this is right."

"It's right, Patrice. It's been right. We love each other."

"I know we do. I'm just not sure I'm ready to take the next step. Maybe it will be tonight. Maybe I just need a little time."

I felt her emotions, her fears and desires, in my heart. I wanted her to want this. If she didn't want it, I didn't really want it to happen, as much as I wanted her. I certainly didn't want her to regret doing this later.

I kissed her again, being careful not to press against her body.

"You don't have to do that," she said. "I'm not ready to go all the way but it's still alright to touch me."

When I didn't move, she picked up my hand and placed it on her breast, right over the camp logo. I pressed my hand into her firm softness, feeling the t-shirt material. As I squeezed, I felt the plastic nametag with my fingertips. Then, my eyes widened.

"You're not wearing a bra!"

Patrice giggled. "I told you I was thinking about it."

My heart beat faster and my blood flow was being redirected.

"What else are you not wearing?"

"I have everything else on," she assured me. "I thought you'd like discovering that, though. I can't believe it took you so long to figure it out."

I put my other hand on the other one. I could feel both her nipples hardening under my touch. My dick, which had been semi-hard all night, was stirring.

Breathing deeply, I suggested, "Let's take off our shirts."

"Tim," admonished Patrice.

Wanting to take her mind off her indecision and make her focus on how she wanted this, I asked, "When did you take off your bra?"

Patrice giggled sweetly.

"When you were talking with Abby, I pulled it off under my shirt. I was so worried you two were going to come in the room and catch me pulling my bra through the armhole of my shirt." She stopped and it was apparent she was thinking this over. "I'm sorry I'm so nervous."

I didn't speak. I didn't want to push anymore. I let her work through her fears on her own.

"I want to do it. I want to do it with "you"." I heard her take a deep breath, enjoying watching her erect nipples under the soft material of her shirt. Her face showed a new resolve. She squeezed my hand. "Let's go take a shower," she announced.

I think my dick grew two inches at her words. I had to almost physically restrain myself to not jump up. I rose as slowly as I could make myself and grabbed two towels from the shelf. Patrice grabbed her bag. I looked questioningly at her.

"I have something special to wear for you," she explained, smiling slyly.

I raised my eyebrows. Without speaking another word, she tugged on my hand and led me towards the showers.

As we walked through the bunkhouse, I thought of all those young boys who had slept there just last night. If they only knew what was about to take place in here... .

That must have been when Patrice finally made up her mind. There was no more hesitation. She entered the big bathroom without any pause. The room seemed so empty with just the two of us there. Patrice turned around to face me, a sexy smile on her face, and pulled her shirt over her head. I stared at her perfect breasts as they bounced into view. She continued to smile as she watched me watching her. She laid her shirt on a bench and kicked her shoes off. She took off her socks and put them on her shirt, arranging each one carefully. I just stood there watching. I was enjoying discovering the body I had fantasized about for weeks.

Patrice kept eye contact with me as her hands undid the waist of her shorts. I just stood there with my erection making a tent in my own shorts. She opened the front of her shorts and pulled them down. I remember vividly seeing her light blue panties come into view. She didn't bend over to lower her shorts. She let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. The shorts joined the rest of her clothes and she was standing before me in just her panties. I could plainly see the bulge made by her lips.

My heart was pounding as I realized this was really going to happen. I was going to take her virginity. My mouth went dry as the thought that I was probably the first guy to see her body occurred to me. Patrice seemed to enjoy the effect undressing was having on me. I'm not sure I was even breathing.

After pausing to watch me with amusement, Patrice finally put her thumbs in the waistband of her skimpy blue panties. I watched as she pulled them down with agonizing slowness. My eyes were glued to the front of her panties. I saw the patch of hair slowly appear, curly and dark. She seemed to be moving slower as the waistband went lower. I also think she was enjoying the anticipation she was making me feel.

At long last, her panties slid down her legs, revealing her virgin pussy to my eyes. I just stood there, staring at what was revealed between her legs. The panties had joined all the rest of her clothes, now in a neat pile on the wooden bench. Patrice was standing before me, seeming to enjoy having her body on display before my eyes.

After a long time staring, I was drawn out of my daze by the sound of her clearing her throat. I looked up slowly, from her pussy to her tits, and finally to her face. She was looking expectantly at me. When my look of confusion didn't change, she spoke.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" Patrice asked.

"What? Yeah, sure," I muttered.

I was feeling embarrassed now. I looked down as I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my head. I tossed it but missed the bench. Coming to my senses, I now removed my remaining clothes with more speed, anxious to be naked like her. Patrice finally laughed, a delightful sound echoing through the otherwise empty room. I was naked and my clothes lay discarded all over the floor. I was still holding my underwear as she spoke up.

"I thought you were never going to get undressed." Then she looked down before casting her eyes back up to me. "I'm flattered you enjoyed watching me, though," she told me, speaking more softly.

I smiled shyly as I managed to successfully land my underwear on the bench. Patrice stepped forward into my arms. The warm feel of her body against mine snapped me back to reality. I held her close and pressed my lips to hers. This kiss was positively electric as we each enjoyed the feel of naked flesh. I could feel the beating of her heart through her firm breasts. Her nipples poked into my chest, and my dick felt only soft hair in the space between her legs.

Our lips delicately parted and I opened my eyes. I focused on her face, smiling pleasantly. Patrice smiled impishly.

"I thought you were going to turn blue when you were waiting for me to take off my panties. Were you even breathing?"

"I don't think so. You left me breathless," I said honestly.

"Thank you," she said. Then, "How about that shower?"

Instead of being embarrassed again, I just giggled. Pulling her close again, my erection sandwiched this time between our stomachs, I kissed her just below one earlobe.

"Oh," she moaned, "if you keep that up, you'll make me forget all about the shower."

I raised one eyebrow in question.

"I want the shower. We have all night for what comes next," she said. "I want to be clean for you."

Instead of letting her go, I pulled her along with me as I moved us to a showerhead. I reached up with one hand, behind her, and turned on the water as I maneuvered us to the side until the temperature had adjusted. I used the opportunity to turn on a second showerhead. Finally letting go of the lovely lady in my arms, I reached up to adjust the two showerheads so they aimed at a point in the middle. We now had a nice big shower sized for two.

We kissed again as the spray cascaded over our bodies. The slickness of her stomach and her breasts was heavenly as she writhed against me. My arms reached around her, my hands moving down her back to her ass almost of their own volition.

Keywords: Ch., Revealed, Secrets, 02, Pt., I,