Gary takes Tamara for a walk in the woods

"Sure," Gary said. "We'll find some place and you can take a look. Just a look."

Tamara gave Gary a shy smile. It was the first expression he'd seen on her face that wasn't out-there excitement, humor, or earnest curiosity.

Gary led Tamara back toward the lower half of campus, mostly an undeveloped hillside with last century's attempt at a woodlot abandoned and gone wild, with fallen bark and branches rarely tidied up against the risk of fire. Tamara picked her way carefully through the tree litter, trying to avoid getting poked through her openwork sandals.

"Here," he said, backing up to the stump of a tree fallen decades ago.

Tamara crunched up close. "Ow!" she said, and picked a twig out of her sandal. "Okay." Her nostrils flared as she breathed quickly and deeply. She nodded. "Show me."

Gary unbuckled his belt and zipped down his denim shorts, then eased it all down to his knees.

"I've, I've never seen an uncircumcised one before," she said. "And you're definitely the biggest I've seen for real. Mom told me that once Dad told her what you were packing, she wanted to meet you. And once Mom had had you over to help around the house and knew you were a nice boy, she had to have you."

Gary's penis throbbed and rose, the head peeking out from the foreskin as the shaft stiffened and swelled.

He swallowed. "Well, there it is. What do you think?"

Tamara reached out and grasped Gary's penis around the shaft.

"Um?" Gary said.

"You're really hard, too," Tamara said, staring down at Gary's penis with her fist wrapped around it. She moved her fist down and the broad head popped out from the hood of his foreskin. "Wow! That's how it works."

"Uh, Tamara?" Gary said. "Bernie said..."