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The first chapter in this series is Carnal Maturation Ch 1: Erica, but it was previously titled Erica and Our Virginities.
This has been written as a serial. Each chapter contains a unique experience, but the ongoing story builds with each installment. If you start with this chapter, there will be references to previous incidents, and you may be confused.
I recommend you begin with Carnal Maturation Ch 1: Erica
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Chapter 2: Camping with Scott and Sharon
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After losing our virginities, Erica and I had sex most afternoons while her parents worked. We experimented with different positions, trying out everything that sounded fun, but we always returned to missionary and doggy style, as they were the two most reliable ways to make Erica cum.
The frequent sex made me disregard the lingering doubts about our relationship. Erica was beyond me, talking about love and our future when I knew we wouldn’t last past the summer. I wasn’t going to try and hold on while I was away at college, but she remained convinced I would change my mind. I never lied to her, but I let her believe what she needed to keep fucking me.
Her religious upbringing continued to lurk in the background, always threatening to ignite an argument over things I’d never debated before. Evolution, abortion, and prayer in school were all discussed multiple times. Erica usually conceded my point of view, but I figured it was because she wanted the arguments to end. She knew I wouldn’t give up, so she did instead, wanting to preserve our relationship.
The sex kept me from breaking up with her, because at eighteen, it was hard to pass up guaranteed sex. We improved with practice, and our sessions lasted longer as I grew accustomed to being inside her. The initial insertion was still my favorite part, but it no longer pushed me close to orgasm. After a few weeks, I could fuck her long and hard enough to escort us over the edge together.
Besides the one-sided feelings, everything was going fine.
***
We lay naked in a post-coital bliss on a Friday afternoon. The sun streamed through her bedroom window, warming our bodies as we loosely snuggled.
“Gavin, we need to talk,” Erica sounded worried.
“What is it? Is everything all right?” I asked, wondering if she’d come to realize the imbalance in our love.
“I think so, but I wanted to let you know I’m late. Like five days late,” Erica said, staring at the ceiling.
“Oh,” I paused, trying to collect my suddenly chaotic mind. “Is that normal? I mean, has this happened before we had sex? What are we going to do if you are pregnant? I can’t raise a child while in college. It’s too much to deal with.”
I was freaking out.
We used condoms, but what if I fucked up? Did I use them correctly? I pinched the tip, and I don’t think anything ever leaked out, but what if something did? Can I persuade her to get an abortion? I know she’s against it, but would she change her mind? She can’t really think we could raise a child together, can she? I thought as my mind raced.
“My periods have always been all over the place, and they’ve been getting worse. The pain is increasing as well. I think it’s just that. I don’t think I’m pregnant, but I wanted to let you know. Just in case,” Erica responded.
“You could’ve led with that, you know?” I said, anger seeping into my words.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be so upset. I still think we could–“
“No. We can’t. I am not going to discuss raising a child with you. I have plans, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t want to fuck them up.”
“Fine, whatever. You should probably go anyway. My parents will be home soon,” Erica yelled, turning away from me to get dressed.
“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” I persisted.
“No.”
Fuck!
I drove home with my stereo at full blast. As with most of my issues, I thought I could drown this out with music. The bass didn’t shatter what was wrong, however, and the thought of Erica being pregnant lingered in my mind. I was only marginally comforted by her pattern of irregular periods.
I ate dinner with my parents, not saying much. I am sure they could tell I was upset, but thankfully they didn’t pry. I don’t know what I would have said, and I certainly didn’t want to discuss sex, much less potential pregnancies with them.
***
“Good news: I’m not pregnant,” Erica told me over the phone. “I got my period today.”
“That’s great,” I breathed a huge sigh of relief. “I’m sorry I blew up at you yesterday. I just–“
“I know. It’s all right. I don’t want to be pregnant either; I just don’t think it would be as big a deal as you do,” Erica interrupted. “I have other news as well. I talked to my mom about my periods, and she suggested I go to the doctor and said they might be able to regulate them with birth control.”
“And she’s okay with that? Isn’t she against all forms of contraception? Sex is for procreation and all that?” I asked.
“She is, but since Beşevler Rus Escort I’m not having sex,” I could visualize the implied wink, “it’s all right. I guess. I thought that might calm you down about the pregnancy risk, and it might be more fun.”
“It does, but I still want to use a condom, just to be sure,” I responded.
“We can if you want to. I think it would be fun to try without one, but I understand your concerns.”
I wanted to feel what it was like to fuck her raw, but I wasn’t sure I could trust her to take the pill every day. Erica hadn’t proven to be the most accountable person I knew, often forgetting to do homework or other tasks. I couldn’t imagine she’d be better at taking medication.
“We’ll see. I don’t mind using condoms. It still feels amazing.”
***
“My doctor talked to me when my mom was out of the room. He said if we are monogamous and free of STDs, the pill will protect us as much as a condom. We just need to wait until my next cycle. This one is compromised because I started midway through,” Erica said, excited to share the news.
“Cool, but I want to keep using condoms anyway. I know we don’t need to, but I don’t think I’m comfortable without the backup.”
“I want to know what it feels like, and I want you to finish inside me. God, it must feel amazing for your cum to ooze from my pussy. Don’t you want to feel that? To see that?” Erica baited me.
“Of course. I want to feel your warm, tight cunt clamp around me. Your soft skin gliding against my sensitive head as I fuck you from behind,” I responded, getting into the phone sex.
“Oh, God, that sounds amazing. I want to feel your cock jerk as you shoot your load inside me.”
“I want to see my cum ooze from you as I pull my dick out. I want to watch you dip your fingers in the warm mixture of our fluids,” I continued as I pulled my dick from my pants. “Would you lick your fingers clean?”
I knew she wouldn’t do it in real life, but she was more open during phone sex. I’d given her the bait, and now I waited to see if she’d take it.
“I would love to suck you jizz from my fingers, making sure I swallowed every last drop,” Erica indulged me.
“I want to see you eat my spunk. Lick those fingers clean before going back for more,” I said, on the verge of making myself cum. “Are you playing with yourself? Because I’m about to cum.”
“Cum for me, baby. Shoot your load all over your stomach,” she urged me on.
“I’m cumming,” I grunted as my dick jerked in my hand, filling a dirty sock with the third load of the evening.
Fuck, I wish she’d do that for real. Then I’d fuck her raw.
“See, doesn’t it sound great?” Erica asked.
“It does, but I’m too scared of getting you pregnant.”
That was enough for Erica. She knew where this conversation was heading and bid me goodnight. It was weird being the advocate for taking things slow. Erica had lost her inhibitions around sex after she’d taken the plunge. She now wanted to dive into the deep end of her sexual desires and experience everything she’d been denying herself. I was ecstatic about all of this, except for her desire to ditch the condoms. Those had to stay on, except in our phone sex.
I wished she’d proven to be more responsible. I wanted to feel her naked cunt wrap around my unsheathed shaft, and more than that, I wanted to see my cum drip from her freshly fucked pussy. I felt my cock surge back to life thinking about it.
***
Erica dropped the idea of unprotected sex for the next few weeks. She knew it was pointless to argue until it was a real option. We continued to fuck every day after school, and she continued to call within minutes of me getting home from her house.
She’d hung out with Andrea a few times but still relied on me for most of her social life. In turn, I had started to become distanced from my friends. I’d only hung out with a few of them since I’d met Erica, and I wanted to get back into the habit. Not that I wanted to give up the sex to hang out with them.
I’d just arrived home from Erica’s when my phone rang.
“Hey, what’s up?” I answered.
“Nothing, I just wanted to hear your voice,” Erica sounded lonely.
“You know I left your house fifteen minutes ago, right?”
“I know. I just wanted to talk. Is that all right?” She sounded defensive after detecting the annoyance in my voice.
“I need to shower and eat dinner. I have a lot of homework tonight,” I said, starting to get angry.
“Can you talk for five minutes?”
“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know. Anything?”
For fucks sake, Erica. If you want to talk, then talk, but don’t fucking call me just to listen to me breathe. You’re fucking lucky you’re good in bed. I really should dump your ass and see if Melanie would date me. I yelled at her in my head.
“Well, I forgot to tell you Scott and Sharon invited us camping next weekend. Do you think your Cebeci Rus Escort parents would let you go? I think Scott’s dad is coming along. I guess your parents aren’t the only ones that don’t trust eighteen-year-olds,” I said, swallowing my anger and pretending everything was fine.
“Where are they going?”
“Somewhere near the coast. I forget the name of the campground, but it’s pretty cool. I’ve been there a few times.”
“I think it would be all right if Sharon and I had a separate tent. I’d love to sleep with you, but you know my parents.”
“Cool. I don’t think Scott’s dad is much more lenient. We can talk about it at lunch tomorrow, but I really need to shower. I reek of sex, and my mom just yelled that dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes,” I lied, wanting to get off the phone.
“Okay. I love you,” Erica said, sounding disappointed.
I love your ass. I love your breasts. I love your pussy, but I don’t love you.
“I love you, too,” I capitulated.
***
The weather was hot when we arrived at the campground early in the afternoon. There were plenty of spots left, as the weather had typically turned sour by November. We chose a secluded site off to the side, hoping no one camped near us.
After setting up our tents, Scott, Sharon, Erica, and I headed off on a hike as Scott’s dad cracked a beer and set up the camp stove. He’d promised us a gourmet dinner when we returned. I was more interested in the beer, but I doubted I would get any of that.
It was about three miles to the ocean over a trail that wound through cow pastures and cedar groves. The temperature dropped as we were exposed to the ocean winds, causing us to question our clothing choices. Erica could be excused, but the rest of us should have known the temperature would be drastically different just a few miles west.
We stopped at an overlook instead of hiking down to the beach. It was sheltered from the wind, but we still paired off and cuddled for warmth. I wrapped my arms around Erica as she sat between my legs. Out of habit, one hand cupped her breast while the other slipped toward her crotch.
“I see how it is,” Scott said as he glanced at my hands. “Do you two need some privacy?”
“I was hoping you would watch,” I joked, removing my hand from Erica’s groin.
“You two should be watching us. Maybe you’d learn something,” Scott joked back. “Can he even make you cum?” he continued, looking at Erica.
“Most of the time, although I have to help him out sometimes,” Erica responded in a manner that was slightly too serious.
“Oh, I have a book that you might enjoy,” Sharon said to Erica. “Can you make yourself climax when masturbating?”
Erica was speechless. The sexual banter between Scott and I was one thing but being asked such a direct personal question about her sexual activity was unexpected.
“It’s okay. We all do it. Right guys?” Sharon reassured Erica.
“I, well, don’t,” Erica said unconfidently.
“Oh, no, darling, you’ve got to please yourself. Your sex life will be much better once you know how to please yourself. Then you can show Gavin what to do,” Sharon said earnestly.
“I don’t know. It just feels naughty,” Erica looked at her feet.
“Well, if you think that is naughty, then I won’t tell you what Scott and I’ve been getting up to,” Sharon joked, “but seriously, you should try. You won’t regret it.”
We sat in silence for a few more minutes. Scott occasionally kissed Sharon’s neck, and I idly played with Erica’s breast, periodically pinching her nipple when no one was looking. It wasn’t egregious, but I enjoyed sharing the sexual tension with another couple.
As we returned to camp, Erica and I hung back from Scott and Sharon. We held hands and occasionally let our bodies bump into each other as we meandered. We watched as Scott grabbed Shanon’s butt, squeezing it firmly before she playfully pushed him away. They’d been flirting the whole way back, and it seemed Scott was getting horny.
I couldn’t blame him. Our discussion on the overlook had gotten me hard, and if we’d been alone, I would have been tempted to drag Erica into the woods and have my way with her.
“Aren’t they cute?” Erica whispered as she stared at Scott and Sharon. “They would make such perfect babies.”
Why does it always come back to babies with her?
“Maybe, but they’d be crazy as shit,” I joked, doubting the couple would make it to the end of the semester.
By the time we’d arrived at the campsite, the fog had rolled in, and we were glad for the fire Scott’s dad had built. We snuggled close to the flames as he finished cooking dinner.
“Foods ready. Grab a beer if you want one. I won’t tell anyone’s parents if you don’t tell my wife.”
Maybe he wasn’t as conventional as I thought.
He’d cooked steak with grilled asparagus and potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil that he placed in the fire. He drizzled a balsamic glaze over everything Kolej Rus Escort as we filled our plates. He hadn’t lied about the gourmet cooking.
The hike had left me hungry, and I eagerly ate. It was probably the best meal I had all year. The steak was cooked perfectly medium-rare, with a nice sear on the outside. The asparagus had been doused with olive oil and sprinkled with salt before it was cooked until the tips were charred, and there was still a slight snap when you bit into it. The potatoes were covered in rosemary and pepper and melted in your mouth. I went back for seconds of everything.
I tentatively sipped a beer, nervous to drink too much in front of my friend’s dad. I’d had wine at home during holiday meals, but this felt different. It was Scott’s dad’s way of welcoming us to adulthood, but he didn’t fully trust us. Otherwise, we’d be out in the woods alone.
“I brought the makings of s’mores if you want them.”
Soon, we were all sitting around the fire tipsy from a few beers and riding a sugar high. Erica and I leaned against each other, as did Scott and Sharon. We were happy. The stress of school, and even our relationship, was forgotten as we dodged the roaming campfire smoke. Not long after sunset, Scott’s dad retired to his tent.
“Don’t stay up too late. There’s a hike I want to take you on in the morning.”
We all grabbed one last beer after he zipped his tent closed. We would have taken more, but he’d intelligently brought only enough for three each. Still, as we were not yet experienced drinkers, we were comfortably buzzed.
“I should have brought some weed,” Scott said.
“Hush, aren’t you afraid your dad will hear?” Sharon scolded.
“He can’t hear shit. He’s got one good ear, and he always sleeps with that side down. We could have an orgy out here, and he wouldn’t know,” Scott replied.
“Yeah, but he’d smell the pot. Remember that Halloween party? It’s like he had a sixth sense for drugs,” I added.
“Remember? Hell, those bastards won’t let me forget,” Scott mumbled.
“What party?” Erica asked, feeling out of the loop.
“Oh, it was a few years ago. One of our friends tried to bring some weed to Scott’s house, but his dad caught him at the door. We didn’t even get a chance to light it up,” I filled her in.
“What happened? Did the party get broken up?” Sharon asked.
“No, my dad was pretty cool about it. He just confiscated it and then told the parents the next day. It kind of became a thing after that. That’s why we don’t have Halloween parties anymore.”
“Your dad seems pretty cool,” Erica stated. “Do you think he’d mind if we slept in your tent? It’d be tight, but I think it would be fun.”
“I don’t know. My dad’s way cooler about drugs than he is about sex. I think that’s part of the reason he came with us. He was afraid we’d be out here fucking the whole night.” Scott said.
“Well, we can snuggle together out here until it is time to sleep,” Sharon said, placing her head on Scott’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I guess that’ll do,” Erica said, leaning into me.
We sat in silence, my hands gently roaming Erica’s body. I guessed Scott was doing the same with Sharon across the flames. I’d never spent time with another couple like this, having always been the third or fifth wheel. It was weird how quickly the sexual tension rose, and we grew comfortable with each other witnessing what was previously reserved for the bedroom.
Everyone still had their clothes on, but it felt like we were on the edge of something. Like, if it had been twenty degrees warmer, we would’ve all been topless. Our inhibitions were low, and the fire obscured the view enough to build my courage to slip my hand under Erica’s hoodie.
“What are you doing?” Erica whispered.
“Don’t worry, they can’t see us,” I reassured her, “plus, I’m sure they’re doing the same thing.”
My hand slid across the soft skin of her stomach as I searched for her breasts. I cupped one as my fingers gently massaged it through her bra. I could feel her nipple come to attention while working around her spongy flesh.
Erica leaned back, pressing against my chest as I slowly unfastened her pants. She did not protest as I slid my hand inside. She even arched her back to loosen her jeans, allowing me to easily slip into her panties.
She was wet, and my fingers sank into her with ease. I slowly flexed my digits as a barely audible sloshing sound emerged from her groin. She turned her head and kissed me as I fingered her, only a few feet away from our friends. I hoped the flames were as concealing of us as they were of them. Then again, I didn’t mind putting on a show if they enjoyed it.
I was fearful of going too hard. While I didn’t mind if Scott and Shanon saw, I didn’t want to make it obvious. Still, Erica and I were working up a sweat, and she’d started to grind her lower back against my erection. Our lust was building, and I contemplated taking Erica to her tent.
“We should probably get to bed,” Scott interrupted. “My dad is serious about that hike, and he’ll be up with the sun.”
Damnit Scott, what did you think was happening in this silence? I complained to myself.
“Good call, it’s almost midnight, and I would like to sleep more than a few hours,” I lied.
“Agreed,” Sharon chimed in. “I don’t know how some people survive on such little sleep.”
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