5. Hawk
FIVE
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The fire gets going good and hot. I had gathered a few extra bits of firewood from the forest around us, being careful not to get stabbed in the dick when doing so. Given the night’s still young, and what we’d just done, I didn’t see a terrible lot of reason to get fully redressed.
Lavender is next to me by the fire, a blanket over her and nothing else. We’re eating some tightly packed sandwiches from our bags. I had considered maybe showing off my hunting skills and bagging some sort of small prey for the night, but that seems to be a tad excessive. Most of what’s around here is deer, elk, and squirrels. The former two would require a lot of work, and the later really isn’t all that good flavor-wise. There’s a reason you never see grocery stores selling fresh ground squirrel.
I could tell Lavender is already impressed more than enough with me, and sometimes it’s better just to stop when you’re ahead. She already thinks I’m the manliest man to ever do manly things, so adding to that is simply overkill.
“What do you got there, anyway?”
“Just some peanut butter and jelly,” she says, chewing through another bite.
“Keeping it basic, huh?”
“I’ve always loved these. Never got too many as a kid.”
I cock an eyebrow. “Never got too many PB and Js, as a kid? What kind of weird childhood did you have?”
She stares at me blankly, like I had just accused her of murder. “Parents didn’t think it was good enough for me. Said I needed healthier foods than that.”
“Oh. Those sort of health nuts.”
“Always thought it was a bit silly. And this one in particular is really good,” she says. “It’s made with bread from Hannah’s bakery.”
I nod her way. “Hell, yeah, good bread is important to any sandwich. Even PB and Js.”
“What about you?”
“Ham and cheese on rye. Grocery store rye, sadly. Maybe I should get some bread from Hannah’s and see what I can do with it.”
“A lot. I’d recommend it. She sells primarily sweet stuff, but just the regular bread is really good too.”
The fire crackles, and the two of us enjoy the serenity of the evening as night falls. We both look up into the sky. The stars are bright here, given how far we are from the city, or hell, even the town of Evergreen Valley.
Lavender sighs. “Makes you feel really small. Really puts you in your place.”
“I’ve always known that,” I ponder aloud. “I see how big the forests are. And even with how much I’ve explored them, I know there’s still more I’ve never seen. And these forests are not even one percent of all the forests in the world. Not counting the parts that aren’t covered with trees.”
“I mean, I’ve always kind of known that too. I’m just one person. How many is the world up to? Eight billion? Yet my parents keep going on about how important I am. How I’m going to be able to do so much, be able to change the world. Like, I’m just one girl. How am I changing the world with so much going on?”
I throw my arm around her shoulder and hold her close. “They want you to feel like you can make a difference. So they tell you to shoot for the stars, and then I guess if you miss, you’ll end up doing something or other, even if it really is minor in the grand scheme of things.”
“My parents expect more out of me than most, though. Like, the standards they have for me are absolutely insane.”
“Oh. Those types of parents.” I went to school with a lot of kids with those kinds of parents. That tended to create neurotic messes of people. I’m happy Lavender seems to be keeping it together better than they did.
The cool night air spreads over us as we sit next to the fire. It’s such a precious moment.
“You do what you can. You try to improve the lives of those around you; you try to be an asset to your community,” I say, as I stare up into the twinkling stars of the night sky. “If that’s not enough for them, then I’d start to question their value as parents.”
“I’m already doing that all the time.” She scoots closer to me, her knees bent with her arms around them, and my arms around her. “I kind of yearn for that more down-to-earth connection. Like you have with your family. And the people of Evergreen Valley.”
“Nothing saying you can’t have that too.”
“I’m not from here. I grew up elsewhere.”
“Yeah, so? People move all the time. If you’re willing to be a part of the community and treat everyone as friends and family, they’ll soon start to treat you the same way.”
“I don’t know if I can do that. I feel so different.”
“And I have no idea what you’re talking about. No one thought you were from out of town when they saw you working at Hannah's bakery stall. At most, they probably wondered where Hannah was.”
“I guess it might be all in my head.”
She has her own anxieties. So do I. Everyone does, and they’re usually all different.
It doesn’t change how I feel about her. She’s precious and beautiful, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about a girl before.
I caress her cheek, before taking hold of her chin, and guiding it to mine. She looks back at me with those passionate brown eyes.
There’s no way I can resist kissing her. Embracing her. Her womanliness overwhelms me, and my tongue entwines with hers. She melts into me, and the heat between us flares up. The blanket over her shoulders slides off her, and I see her entire beautiful, naked form in front of me again.
She’s so eager and giving. A smile comes across her face as her hand goes down to my cock, taking hold of it, and it comes to life, fully, in her hands. Not like it took much. I’d been at half-mast just sitting next to her and enjoying her company.
Her touch is so light and delicate, yet immensely arousing. “Let me take care of you, like you took care of me.”
My grin grows, and my head tilts to the side before nodding.
I’m her first.
It’s so obvious to me. How na?ve she is about so many things, how cautious, and the awkwardness in how she moves.
I don’t hold it against her. Not at all, everyone’s gotta have a first time eventually, and I’m glad she deems me worthy of being the first man to have her. I also take this honor as a duty to teach her what to expect from a man, so if for whatever reason I’m not her last, she'll have the self-respect to demand what she needs from whoever follows me.
Lavender’s fingers close around my cock. Her touch is tender, no death grip happening here. She gently strokes me, and I can’t help but shudder. I’d like to think I’m a man with some stamina, but when it comes to Lavender, I can’t help but feel helpless with her touch. She places a hand on my chest, urging me to lie back and let her take total control. I obey, lying flat on our bed of clothes and blankets. She runs those dainty, lovely fingers down my body, licking her lips as she stares up at me.
Her curious hands slide down my shaft, taking hold of my balls, still heavy despite me draining them into her not long ago. They shudder, and she massages them, rolling one gently in her fingers, then the other. She lifts my shaft to kiss my balls before anything else, taking them into her mouth, and shuffling them about, a gentle touch, leaving me shivering with anticipation for what would come next.
She must have—let’s call it studied—certain techniques online. She’s going on eagerness and that knowledge alone, her tongue’s juggling of my balls leads to her tongue sliding up my length.
I gasp from the intensity of that touch. Her mouth explores the rest of my cock, stopping to lick her lips, to show me she enjoys the flavor and that she definitely wants more.
She kisses me on the tip of the cock, before opening her mouth slightly and starting to take me in, trying to be as tight as her actual pussy. The delightful friction is driving me mad, leaving me gasping. I reach down and stroke her face, pulling that purple hair out of harm's way to let this prodigy to her work unimpeded.
Lavender surprises me by taking all of me down her throat, her tongue twisting around me the whole way. She looks a bit shocked and surprised that she’s doing this, but I smile her way. “You’re a natural. And I mean that in the most positive way I can imagine.”
She chuckles, the vibrations of her joy being felt around my cock. She slides her lips down my length, making everything feel much more responsive, going back to that playful kiss on my cock before going down on me again.
It’s amazing I didn’t just bust my nuts right then and there. She repeats the cycle, setting a sensual, sexual rhythm, the throbbing delight building through my body with every bob of her head, up and down my cock, every lick, every suck.
She’s so damn good at all of this, to the point I’m wondering if my assumption of her lack of experience is wrong.
No. She’s just perfect for me, and me in particular. The one woman on this planet who even with her lack of experience can bring me to my knees.
I imagine the absolute pleasure she could bring when she does get that experience.
She practices her skills on me, and I’m barely holding on. Gasping, struggling, squirming in place. I’m completely at her mercy. If she wants me to come, she’s going to make me come.
And that’s exactly what she wants.
It hits me. Hard. Damn, she’s so good, tickling me in all the right places. A rush of ecstasy through my body, everything releasing to my cock, then out it goes. She keeps sucking, wanting to slurp up every little drop. She gulps it down, insatiable for everything I have.
It might not be the biggest load, given she had already drained me quite well before, but damn, it’s impressive, for her to take it all. Her lips slide off me, and she licks them, very pleased with herself.
And she has every right to be. “You’re such a naughty little vixen. So fucking good at everything you do.”
Seeing her doing that, my cock throbs. I’m still hard. There’s no way I should still be after everything she's done. I could use a break to recover.
She strikes me with that sinful look of hers, holding my cock in her hand, glistening with a combination of our juices. She jerks me seductively, making sure I’m still hard for her.
Lavender climbs up on me, her hands on my chest, my penis rubbing against her pussy but not yet inside. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she says, her tone singsong and playful.
“I’m never done until you want to be done, babe.”
I could only say that with her. She’s that special.
The way she’s decided to take control here is incredibly sexy. Most girls just wait for the guy, and while, yes, I like that, too, it’s also incredibly sexy to be the one so desired.
“Having a taste of it only made me want to feel it again,” she whispers.
“And it’ll be ready for you whenever you want it. It’ll take a lot to stop me from pleasing you, Lavender.”
She giggles as she takes my cock and guides it toward her slit. She shudders as it presses against her, so wet again, her sucking me off being some extreme version of foreplay for her. Her pussy beautifully spreads to accept me, sliding down my length and letting me fill her up so completely.
I might be hard enough to take her again, but damn if I’m very sensitive from it all. She grinds against my cock, and it's an unusual but delightfully emotional feeling. She coos as she settles in, her hands on my pecs, before she begins to bounce up and down my cock.
With all of her now in front of me, I’m able to enjoy and explore her once again. Her beautiful bouncing breasts which I caress and cup. Hearing her coo and moan as I roll her nipples with my fingers, massaging them as delicately as I can as she rides me.
Down to her hips, her beautiful curves, she is a natural goddess in every way. Her soft belly, and the gooseflesh I feel forming under my fingertips as I bring my touch downward. Her thighs, plump and womanly, all adding to the figure that just screams woman in front of me. Every bit of her is before me to enjoy, and it seems too good to be true.
I grip her around the waist, helping our lovemaking, as I gently thrust into her, doing my part in contributing to our mutual lust for one another. Every thrust and stroke challenges me to keep it together, and I’m very surprised I can do that at all. Thankfully, the bliss is ravaging her just as much, being incredibly tender from what I had done to her only an hour or so before. The intense desire we give one another fuels us to keep going, her cries echoing through the night, and if she weren’t so loud, you’d definitely be able to hear my groaning in pleasure too.
I hold her tight. I give her it all. Somehow, some way, I realize that my balls still have something to give as we approach our next climax. My thumb reaches for her clit, ready to push and please her as we drive ourselves toward that final orgasm.
When she screams louder than ever before, I feel her body convulse and delightfully spasm in my arms. I hold her steady and keep fucking her, wanting to milk every little bit of her pleasure I can out of this moment.
I’m right there with her. Giving her every last drop of whatever my balls have left. She’s truly milking me dry, and the pleasure of it all is simply incredible.
I love this woman.
I barely know this woman, but she wouldn’t be doing this to me unless it was truly meant to be.
I love her. So goddamn much.
Lavender, spent, collapses into me. Her naked body is pressed against mine as my now soft cock slips out of her. I embrace her as she slips into my arms, her back against my chest. She’s exhausted after that, as am I.
She doesn’t have anywhere to be. The fire still burns, keeping us quite warm, and the blanket is nearby. We’re as comfortable as we could possibly be.
It’s no surprise she’s drifting to sleep in my arms.
I’m not going to be far behind her.
Sleeping on a blanket out in the middle of nowhere is going to be the most restful sleep I’ve had in ages.