I remember walking back into the woods with him that first time. There were some fisherman backing a boat into the water at the ramp, and we veered right of them and took a brambly, muddy trail back into the woods.
I was wearing new shoes, brown suede thong sandals, and they hurt my feet more the further we walked. He grabbed my hand and nearly pulled me back down that trail, helped me hop over a puddle, and then we came upon a big, old tree that had fallen right across our path. The top of that log was level with my chest, and I started looking for a way around, but he just grabbed the tree and hopped right over.
I found a low branch to stand on and he helped me scramble up on top of that thick log. There I was stuck with my skirt sliding up my thighs, and I had strong doubts about jumping the three feet down from the that tree. He grabbed my left hand, hooked his left arm around my waist and jerked me right down before I knew what was happening.
I stared at him wide-eyed for a second before he took hold of my hand and kept hauling me back into the woods. For a few minutes I felt a little scared. I didn't know him well, and I sure didn't know where we were going or why we were in such a hurry to get there.
Finally we broke through to a big clearing. He dropped my hand. To our left was a path down to the river. We sat at the top of the path, and he took my hand and traced circles in my palm while he told me about the rope swing that used to hang from the tree in front of us and how he'd come down here every summer as a teenager to jump into the water here with his friends.
It was calm and peaceful, and I relaxed and looked into his eyes. He grabbed my face in his long, slender hands and kissed me right on the mouth. I was surprised but I felt a spark, and I responded, pushing my lips against his and leaning into the kiss.
He pulled away from me, looked down pointedly at my mouth and said, "You have fucking beautiful lips."
"I have a pretty mouth, huh?" I laughed.
He pulled me in and kissed me again, hard. This time he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I was surprised at how long and wide it was. I'd never kissed anyone with such a large tongue, and I immediately wondered how it would feel between my legs, which made my pussy begin to ache. I knew I had to be very wet already.
He lay his hand on my knee and pushed my legs apart. Instinctively, I tried to clamp them back closed, but he mumbled, "Nu uh," while he kept kissing me. I obediently spread my legs for him, and he inched his hand up to the leg opening of my red panties. He pushed them to the side, slid two fingers inside my slit and moaned when he find out how wet I was. His rough fingers pressed between my slick, soft pussy lips felt amazing.
