Nadya and Richard Go Camping

May I introduce myself? I am Nadya. I have long dark hair, beautiful soft skin and a very toned body with perfectly defined muscles. I have flirtatious green eyes, an inviting smile and an infectious giggle. Did I mention, I have a wicked side?

I am a tease and where there is mischief, you will usually find me right in the centre of it, if not having created it! I should also mention that I am bisexual and a whole lot of fun.

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Now you have met my gorgeous and naughty partner, I should say hi too. I am Richard. Apart from Nadya and sex, my passions are rock climbing, skiing, cycling and travelling the world. I am medium height and pretty fit. You will sometimes find me in a smart suit, sometimes jeans and trainers, and occasionally in a skirt, because like Nadya I am bisexual too. Also like Nadya I live for fun, love and adventure.

This is the first of many stories we hope to share with you. It is based on a true story and it is from when we were both much younger. We have taken turns to write so it is Nadya next.

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Let's start at the beginning. I am 19 years old, at college and still single.

I have been on a few dates but they never amounted to anything and never went beyond heavy petting.

I should point out that I am still a virgin. I self pleasure a lot, daily in fact and sometimes more than once usually while watching pornography when I should be studying.

I am attracted to men but my mind always drifts off to fantasies about women with big breasts with dark nipples.

My English teacher has big breasts. I think she caught me looking at her cleavage once. I felt so embarrassed that my cheeks went bright red. I wondered whether her nipples were dark and long? I also wondered if she could read my mind? Would she give me a detention for having such improper thoughts or would she secretly like it and maybe undo one of the buttons on her blouse to reveal a little more.

This is how my mind works. I was born with a naughty streak. It is fun! I live for fun and live for love which is why I get invited to all the parties.

Talking of parties, I have been invited to go camping for a friend's birthday. A whole weekend in the woods, in a tent celebrating my friend's birthday.

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I, Richard, have just turned twenty and am at university but still living with my parents between terms. I have had quite a conservative upbringing. My parents have never discussed sex though I did once find a book of erotic stories in my father's bedside table and found myself getting pretty hot as I read it.

I have had a couple of very brief relationships with girls but kissing on a park bench was as far as as either of them have gone. I am quite shy and on my second date though I wanted to touch her I was too embarrassed to feel the shape of her breast let alone try to put my hand up her skirt.

But that's not to say I don't want sex. A friend, Neil, recently showed me a porn film when I went round to his house one evening. We were downstairs in the lounge whilst his parents were sleeping upstairs. I was transfixed by the close-up of a guy's hard cock in the woman's mouth. We were lying side by side on the carpet and my cock was so hard in my trousers pressing into the floor. I really wanted to take it out and masturbate and cum but I was far too embarrassed to do that and clearly so was he. How odd, the two of us watching porn as if it were a regular film, getting so aroused, and somehow pretending we weren't.

Since then I have managed to acquire various porn magazines. I masturbate whilst turning the pages of those at night. One is a Danish publication that is really explicit. There is a photo of a beautiful young naked woman on the front, probably about my age. Inside there are pictures of her sucking this young guy's cock then getting fucked and one with cum over her face at the end. I want to experience this.

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It is Monday morning, I am at my second lecture of the day and I am already bored. I am not entirely sure if I can endure much more of Mr Gray droning on about how rivers meander.

I feel my eyes glaze over and my thoughts turn to Miss Taylor's breasts. Miss Taylor is my English teacher. I suppose you could say I have a crush on her.

She makes my English lessons much more interesting and I am almost certain she wasn't wearing a bra this morning.

I spent my first lesson gazing at her, pretending to listen to her every word but the truth is, I spent the whole hour fantasising about stroking her breasts and wondering if her pussy is shaved or smooth. In my mind, her pussy is soft and smooth and I daydream about what it might feel like if our clits gently rubbed together, wet and slippery from our arousal. The forbidden fruit.

Suddenly, I am aware that everyone's eye gaze is upon me. I look up and Mr Gray is looking at me. "Well?" he says. "Are you going to answer me?" To which I just utter the word 'nipples' and the whole class starts laughing. I am then invited to leave the rest of the lesson and I am sent to the Principal's office for a 'chat'.

While I am waiting to be berated by the Principle, I remember the party is only a few days away. The plan is to leave early on Friday so we can get our camp set up. I know there will be people there that I've not met before, lots of alcohol and party games. I cannot wait - get me out of here!

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It's Monday evening, 10pm, and I have just gone up to bed, as have my parents and my brother. It is always the same routine - TV off at 9.30 or 10pm and then everyone goes to bed and lights out. I know it might seem strange to you that I am living this life at 20 years old, but I am introverted and obedient and it hasn't occurred to me to rebel against it. And it means I am always up early, well rested and awake, which is why I do so well in my studies.

But I am never really sleepy when I go to bed this early. So here I am again lying on my back in bed, and my mind is wandering. I am remembering that last date I had with Vicky in the small park that is only a few blocks from here. It was quite exciting because we had held hands and walked round the lake and then sat in the bench under the arbour at the end of the rose walk. There seemed to be no-one else there. It is usually pretty quiet. So I had put my arm around her and kissed her on the lips. It felt so intense. I've heard of something called French kissing but I don't really understand what that is. Next time I am at the library I will see if I can find a book that will tell me.

I can picture us there on that bench. I've closed my eyes now. The arm that isn't round her shoulder is free and I've put it on her leg. She seems okay with this so while we continue to kiss I slide it up. She is wearing a figure-hugging pullover so I let my hand glide up until I cup her breast. I am getting hard. I push down my pyjama bottoms and take my cock in my hand. We are continuing to kiss. My hand is going under her pullover now. I imagine her reaching behind and unclipping her bra. I am going to touch my hand onto her bare breast. I cum. That is all it takes. A huge quantity of cum spurts across my tummy and I have to clamp my lips tight not to cry out.