Ada was the highlight of school days. The first friend I ever really made. The first, and it would turn out only, girl I dated, as well as many other firsts that turned out to be the only. We were truly in love, until I ruined it.
There it was again. The same subtle swell that happened every time I even thought about beautiful Ada. My pants, while tailored to fit, suddenly felt at least two sizes too small.
There were cameras in the office. They were put there by Ms. Greene so she could monitor my progress. I had also spotted them the first time I came in and figured out a quite effective jamming signal I had coded onto my phone.
Getting into a more comfortable position, I typed the required keys and codes, and watched the tiny red lights go dark. Replacing my phone to the pocket of my jacket, I unzipped my fancy suit pants and carefully took out my cock.
It was big, particularly when it was hard, and required a three-step process in order to get it free of its carefully tailored prison. I shuddered with pleasure as the cool air touched the glistening head.
Now it was time for me to indulge in my only fantasy: Ada.
Chapter Four - Kingsley
We were deep in the woods. Ada had come out for a reading break and we had decided to go camping. Both city kids, we had never really gone camping properly and West Point was only a hop and a skip from Connecticut, which was spoiled for choice when it came to leafy and green locals.
Where we went wasn’t officially a campground, but the zoning put it as state land that allowed for camping if one was brave enough to try. I had already gone through survival training and fancied our chances, even though the main way I knew to start a fire was with a match.
Ada watched out the window like a kid going to Disneyland as civilization fell behind us, giving way to magnificent wilderness as the ventured further into the heart of the world that had existed long before monkeys started walking upright. Entire planets were notoriously difficult to destroy, except maybe for the Vogons. Most of the rhetoric about ‘save the planet’ really expressed a desire to ‘save the humans.’ But, as Michael Stipe astutely pointed out, it could very be the end of the world as we knew it and that would be fine.
When you really thought about it, the world, as it was known to exist, ended all the time. Just ask the Germans, going from a Monarchy to a Democratic Republic, to a fascist dictatorship, to a divided Democracy/Communist state, back to a unified Democratic republic within the span of eighty years from WWI to the Fall of the Berlin Wall.
The hike hadn’t been too bad for an unbeaten path. There was the occasional deceased tree to traverse, but we were both young and neatly specimens of our type, well up to such a task. The real test came when we tried to put up a tent. I hadn’t gotten to that point in the training and neither of us had actually seen one before.
Two hours and some ingenuity later, the tent was up, at least partly supported by bungee cords hooked onto nearby trees, the notion of tent pegs and guide wires not really having occurred to us.
“I need to get cleaned up,” Ada had said.
“There’s plenty of water,” I said.
“H-here?” she asked, looking around nervously.
“Just you, me and the trees, baby,” I reassured her.
I put down a plastic tarp for her to stand on and Ada started slowly took off her clothes as I loaded the rest of the gear into the tent. When I finished, she was quite naked, awkwardly scrubbing herself down.
“Do my back?” She asked, proffering the washcloth in my direction.
Of course I would! Scrubbing the dirty and sweat from her back so it was as squeaky clean as the rest of her, I couldn’t help but put my arms around her. It got my clothes wet, but I didn’t care. I just had to touch her.
“Anywhere else need cleaning?” I asked, gently kissing the back of her neck.
I could feel it as she nodded. She often went quiet when we were intimate. Even if we weren’t having sex. Seeming to go into a sort of fugue state caused by pure pleasure.
“Where might that be?” I asked.
“Here,” she managed, guiding my hand down between her damp thighs.
She was really excited. Warm and really wet and not just from the bath. I could tell she wanted it but decided to make her wait a little to really build up the anticipation. I continued kissing her neck as I lightly stroked the outside of her pussy. She hummed with contentment, putting her head back so I could kiss her sweet mouth as well. I was about a foot taller than her, so this really wasn’t much of a challenge.