“Have you ever, ah… slept with a woman, you know, had sex?””
I shook my head. She pondered this and then quietly whispered, “Would you like me to be your first?” I simply nodded. She scooted around until she was on her back. She raised her hips as I had done and I took that as an invitation to remove her panties. I was startled by how damp they were. Not damp, wet! Again, I was nailed by my naivety. I was on a steep learning curve and relishing the climb! We were both fully naked now and I was kneeling between her splayed legs. She had a delicate little thatch of light brown hair at the juncture of her shapely legs that simply transfixed me. She looked up me with a beatific smile and held out her arms to draw me down. My cock seemed to have an intelligence of its own as it nestled immediately into the right position. I had never thought about how perfectly the male and female form fit together in this position but given that I had never experienced it, that was hardly surprising. It was certainly a delightful realization however. With a little target assistance from Briar I was soon locked on. Bliss! Rapture! Here I was actually doing something that I had fantasized about for years. I was really doing it!
I found that, although incredibly arousing, the fact that I had come about ten minutes ago meant that I was in no immediate danger of popping off again. This allowed us to explore a range of tempos and techniques. I found that we had to stop every few minutes because I kept shunting her up the bunk until her head hit the end. We were both sweating profusely as the energy levels went up.
The boat was now moving on its trailer. It was only 18 feet long and we were getting quite vigorous. I wondered if I might be hurting her but my enthusiasm was only met by rather profuse verbal encouragement. I had not thought that Briar would or could ever be so explicit. Given that my parents were asleep only 20 or so feet away I was acutely aware of the chance of discovery. Briar did not seem to be caring about anything other than the sort of primeval sensations she was experiencing. Several times I slowed my motion and raised my fingers to her lips in an effort to lower the volume of her vocalisation. She understood and quietened down but then 30 seconds later she was exhorting me in a loud voice to “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Linguistic music to my ears but I was still cognisant of the chance of discovery. I was also actually a little shocked by how she changed. There was something raw and wild about her behaviour that was at complete odds to her normal demeanour. Our rather vigorous movement was starting to make the boat trailer produce squeaking sounds which was also quite disconcerting. (The next day I got a pat on the head from my father for meticulously lubricating every moveable part of the trailer. Such a practical and sensible son.)
Crescendo time was at hand. I swear I could hear a roaring in my ears as I gushed into her. We lay slumped together and I could feel my cock shrivel and slimily slip out of her. As our breathing returned to normal she suddenly stiffened and sat up, almost throwing me off the bunk. “My God. I didn’t think. I’m ovulating about now and I am not using any protection. You could have made me pregnant” That really caused me to take notice! Having sex for the first time was one thing but parenthood as a result was beyond comprehension.