FRIEND FROM SCHOOL FUCKS ME IN THE WOODS

My name is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, Kentucky – a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, streams and open fields to explore and play in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent more time reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my neighborhood. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boys in high school, but I hadn’t yet had an actual boyfriend. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had nice, C-cup boobs that made impressive mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and comments from the boys – and some teachers – I didn’t seem to be moving any closer to getting a boyfriend. Technically, I wasn’t a virgin, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread my legs for him. The first time had been painful, but the two times after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the only “sex” I’d had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handle in the shower. Several of my girlfriends had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior year, a boy – Brad – who was in my class at school was talking with the group of girls I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on opposite sides of a forest with a large open area in the middle called Blackberry Hill. It was where some of the kids in our neighborhood went to pick the wild blackberries that grew there. As we were headed to class, he caught up with me and suggested we should meet there on Saturday just for the heck of it. It wasn’t what I’d normally do on a Saturday afternoon, but decided…why not… and agreed to meet him.

We met by a big tree near the edge of the forest, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school and friends. About 10 minutes into our walk, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my tits with both hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could look over my shoulder at my tits as he played with them.

I wasn’t all that experienced with boys yet, but figured Brad would like me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my hand up and down the shaft of his cock that was running down one leg of his shorts.