Summer School Ch 03

Summer School

3

Naked in the Desert

They sat on the swing and she leaned against him. Without saying a word, he turned her body against him and put his arms around her waist from behind. She curled her legs under her.

Okay," She said, "Let me ask you. What do you want out of life?"

"Hmmm..." He answered. "Other than another beer, I'll have to think how to explain it."

She moved from him and stood.

"I'll go get us both one."

When she came back she sat on the other side of the swing from him, leaning against the arm rest and curling her legs under her. Her t-shirt rode higher up her thighs.

"So, tell me." She said.

"I'm not sure." He answered. "Some of the guys from school....they graduated and got a job at one of the plants in town. If they didn't join up or get drafted. I guess I can't see eight to five, five days a week, wife and kids, a mortgage and car payments, and a gold watch in forty years." He sipped his beer. "Nothing wrong with that, I guess, I just....can't see me doing that. I want to see things. Experience things. I sometimes have trouble being what I am supposed to be...."

"Maybe that's not what you are supposed to be." She said. "Maybe you're supposed to be something different."

"I want to make enough money to live." He said. "I don't want to be rich. I'm fine just like this. This is enough. In fact, I like this place...living this way. Until something better comes along. I know I need to plan for my future and all that, but..."

He looked off across the desert behind the house.

"I knew a guy in school. He had big plans. Had it pretty well mapped out. A few months ago, he came home in a box from Vietnam. He had a future planned that never happened."

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

"Nothing to be sorry about, I guess. I'm sorry for him, his parents, his friends...the life he'll never have..."

He turned and looked back at her.

"I wouldn't want my life to end like that or to have it end with....so much left to experience. I want to go see what's over there," He gestured to the west and the hills on the other side of the valley, "who's over there...and write a story about it."

He looked at her again. "What about you? What do you want?" he asked.

"I suppose a bit like you..." she said, softly, then looked at her beer bottle.

"I tried the go to school, get a job, get married, settle down raise a family and live happily ever after thing. I think 'happily ever after' is just in fairy tales. I think...well, at least for me...'happy right now' is the best we can expect."

"And what do you want?" He asked, "Don't look down at your beer bottle. You do that when you want to say something difficult...revealing...and you're not sure how it will be taken. How someone might react."

"You're good." She laughed, looking up at him. "I am content right now. I like it here, I like being with you. And the difficult part, the part I want to say but don't know how you will react, I will just come right out and say."

She took a deep breath.

"Okay, I'm twenty-eight years old, married, divorced, starting a new life in a new place. In the past, I've done some things I'm not proud of and some things that were misunderstood. You're nineteen. You're young, but I think old beyond your years. Honestly, I'm attracted to you, both your mind and your body. Okay, I admit it. I like sex. I've had some experience. I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you've had little. I see an opportunity for me to let you, help you, gain experience, let you experience what you haven't yet and perhaps with you, I can experience some things I haven't but want to."

She looked away for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"I guess I'm different." She said. "I've found I like some things that many others find....unusual, perhaps. But people are different. I think if we can be honest with each other we both can explore...experience new things."

She sighed.

"Okay, this is a long-winded way of saying I want you to be honest and open with me. When we are alone, as we are right now, forget what you think you're supposed to be, and...be what you are inside. Don't be afraid to tell me what you want and I'll do the same for you."

"Wow," he said. "I have been attracted to you since we first met. And it's not just all about sex although that's a part of it. No, I don't have much experience with sex. I am young. I've read about stuff, but never had a chance to experience much. I want you to teach me. I want to learn. There. That's it."

She changed the subject.

"I really like this place." She said. "I think I can see why you do, too. There really is no one else around? We are truly alone? No neighbors, no one driving buy?"

"Yes," he replied. "Past here, the road narrows and there's another abandoned place a mile or so further out, but this is pretty much the end of the line."

"In that case," she said, "I'm going to make a fantasy of mine come true. And maybe one for you, too."

She stood from the swing and pulled the t-shirt up and off and stood there, naked in front of him except for her shoes.

She could see his erection outlined through his shorts.

"I have always wanted to walk in the desert naked."

She stepped off the porch and out into the yard and then through the rusty open gate. She extended a hand toward him.

"It would be even better if my naked lover joined me."

He stood and slipped his shorts off, his erection extending from his crotch, and joined her, taking her offered hand. They walked several yards out into the sand, rocks, and scattered sage and mesquite clumps of the desert beyond the house.

Watching her move, looking at her nude body, he released her hand and stepped away to get a better view of her. If he touched himself now...

"If I lived here..." she stopped in and open, sandy area.

"I could walk naked out into the desert. And my lover could join me. We could lie on a blanket in the desert in the moonlight on a summer night and make love and watch the stars...."

She stood motionless in the bright afternoon sunlight, spread her legs slightly and arched her back, arms extended for her sides, shoulders back, head tilted back, eyes closed, completely exposed shamelessly.

He just looked at her, marveling at her body, her pose, her downy hair covering her womanhood, breasts thrust upward, nipples protruding from the centers.

She stood motionless for a time, her entire body exposed to the sun and warm desert air.

"Touch me." She said softly. "I want to feel your hands on me...."

She held her pose as he stepped behind her, moved his hands to her slim waist and stroked her sides. She rested her head on his upper chest and his hands moved to her breasts, found her nipples and rubbed over them. she took a deep breath.

"That feels so good..." she whispered.

One hand slid from her breast and down her chest and belly, over and around her navel and moved lower until it glided across her patch of downy pubic hair and lower until it felt the slit of her womanhood and she moved her hips slightly forward as a finger slid between her damp lips and over the more tender flesh between them.

He rubbed her there with one hand as his other hand glided over her erect nipple, squeezing and pinching lightly, her breath coming faster and her body tense.

She reached behind her and found his hard cock and gripped it and stroked it a few times as his hand tightened over her breast, the middle finger of the hand between her legs finding and sliding inside her entrance.

He groaned and stiffened as his hard rod jumped in her hand and began to pulse and spray his streams of thick warm juice onto her lower back, running down and over her cheeks and upper thighs.

Her free hand covered his and she held him tightly to her, his finger deep inside her, her fingers holding him there.

She held him firmly, slowly stroking him until he was spent.

"Oh, my god...." He moaned. "I'm sorry...that was just so...fast..."

She pulled away from him, turned to him and took his face in her hands and pulled it down to hers for a deep long kiss.

"Sorry?" she whispered, as she broke the kiss. "Don't be sorry for doing what comes naturally. I don't mind and in fact...I enjoy that, too."

She turned from him, took his hand and said,

"Let's go back to the house."

He looked out across the desert as they walked back.

"I wish I could paint..." He whispered.

"What would you paint?"

"Just now, when you were standing out there, nude, unashamed, exposed. I would paint a picture of the desert landscape with you standing there, exposed, open....I will carry that image with me for the rest of my life."

She was silent in thought and then said,

"Let's go back to the house."

As they walked back, he said, "So you're a nudist?"

"I think I could be." She answered. "Reality doesn't allow me to be, but if I had a choice, I would wear little or nothing at all, I guess. And in private, I tend to not wear much."

When they got back to the porch, he slipped on his shorts and sat on the swing again. She picked up his t-shirt went into the house for a minute, saying she would be right back and returned wearing his t-shirt again and carrying two cold beers. She sat in the chair facing him.

"Don't be insulted or upset but, let me ask you this," She sipped her beer.

"Have you ever given a woman, your girlfriend, and orgasm?"

"I don't know." He said.

"I think if you had you would know it, depending on the woman, so I will assume you haven't. And she never talked about it. Even in today's modern times, most women still don't talk about that. I'm different." She took a sip of her beer. "I do."

"Okay," he said. "I'm trying not to get hurt feelings, here. I want to know. Do women....do they...."

"Yes, women do." She smiled. "Just like you did a few minutes ago except it's different. It probably feels about the same for a woman as a man, I guess, but it's different."

She smiled. "I am going to teach you how to please a lover. Or, at least how to please me. And your first lesson starts now. Come with me."

She stood and took his hand and led him into the house and to the bedroom again.