Tall Summer Grass

He threw me down in the grass and I pulled him down with me, rolling around until I was sitting on his stomach, my laughter pummeling the nature all around us. We were seventeen and it was like the sunshine was going to last forever.

My hair was golden light as the sun poured through it and it made a curtain around our faces as I lent down to kiss his cheap rum and cherry coke flavored lips. His hands ripped through my thin tee revealing that I wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

What memories can do to one's body....

My shorts were only a hindrance as he bumped his pelvis against mine. I cried out when he bit my bottom lip and pinched my nipple at the same time. Blood flavored our next kiss and I let him roll over on top of me. It was a series of little games, little gestures.

He knelt in front of me, my sunburned legs splayed out on either side of him. The movement and his hands were awkward but he finally got my shorts down and threw them to the side alongside with my panties and I lay there the tall crushed grass in my Chucks, my ripped tee making a sort of makeshift vest with its buttons undone.

He kissed my glinting bellybutton with its evil little jewel of a ring, licking in one move from it to my little fluff of pubic hair.

He kissed the fur there gently and then inhaled my scent before using his tongue to part my secret little lips and delved deeper to lick my wet inner slit. I moaned and stretched my arms out above me, grabbing hold of the grass and pulling until it nearly came out by the roots.

"You taste like the ocean."

His lips were shiny with my glimmery juices and he smiled so big.

I giggled and looked up into the huge blue sky just going on forever above me and I sighed so contentedly that I thought the air never cease from issuing from my mouth. I smiled then and came very slowly but fiercely and unexpectedly, squirting a little and crying out too.

"Does that always happen?"

He asks as he wipes the drips of girl cum off of his nose, his smile amused and hungry.

"No, it doesn't."

My laughter fills the field and he growls slightly as he crawls all over me, his face damp with the clean, briny scent of my juices. I marked him. Mine.

I am shocked when I feel his cock slide deeply inside of me without any warning, I slap him and he smiles as he begins thrusting, his hand cradling the back of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and let my body fall into his rhythm, smacking my hips against him as he pushes hard into me. I work hard at fucking him as he's fucking me.

Deeper and deeper until I can feel my legs beginning to quake with the effort of my bumping body. Like its planned he whispers into my ear,

"I need to cum, where do I do it?"

I was clueless, we were being dumb kids and thought the pull out method rocked our socks.

"Umm, just not inside."

As I barely finish my sentence, he pulls out and with a roar he cums all over my tummy and breasts, a tiny droplet landing on my chin as I smile up at him. He leans back on his heels and surveys the damage as he pants out his ecstasy. I giggled as I gently berate him and sit up,

"I am so pissed at you. What do I do now? I'm covered in cum."

He stands up and walks in his sneakers without pants and reclaims his lukewarm bottle of cherry coke and rum from the surrounding grass and in one swift move he poured it down my upright chest and tummy as I screamed at him.

"Fuck you! Now I smell like a drunk cumslut or something."

We dissolved into laughter so loud that the birds flutter from the nearby trees. He used my ripped tee to wipe away the cum/cherry coke/rum from my body, took off his own and threw it to me. As I pull the four-sizes-too-big tee over my head I giggle and begin to walk across the field, his loping steps following me.

"I am so going to get you back for this one."

He laughed and said,

"Yeah right."

A week later he came in my mouth, I pretended to swallow, and when he leaned down to kiss me, I snowballed him with his own cum.

I told him I would get him back for it, too bad he didn't believe me.