Go after her

A chance like this doesn't come very often. Besides, his cock was straining against his pants.

He walked out of the barn, and behind her. He started to walk behind her, fast.

"Hey" he said. She turned around. Now that she was closer, he could see features he didn't notice before. She looked kind of sad. As if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her clothes were very clean. Every feature of hers seemed immaculate, but he couldn't stop staring at her chest.

"Excuse me" she said, trying to ignore him.

"Don't think I've ever seen you in these parts" Dolph said.

"You're being rude" she said.

"Rude how? Just trying to make conversation." Dolph said, walking alongside her.

"You don't talk to a lot of women do you?" she said. More harshly she added "or read".

"How can you tell?" Dolph said, smiling. On the inside, he felt nervous. His father never taught him how to read, and he didn't spend long in school.

She laughed.

"So how does a fancy, well-read woman find herself in the middle of nowhere?" Dolph asked.

"I've come to visit a family member. Why are you following me?"

"Following you, while I-uh, I'm just, I've been told to escort you. You're not from around here, and there's all sorts of dangerous people. Just better if I make sure you're safe."

"Smooth" she said. "It is a long walk, so I guess I can tolerate your company. But, I want to know the truth."

"Well the truth is-"

"Dolph you little bastard, get the hell back here before I whoop your ass!" his father yelled. He was on the road, watching the two of them.

"We need to run" Dolph said, grabbing the woman's hand.

"Wait" she said, pulling him back. "Your son is just escorting me" she yelled.

"Like hell he is" Dolph's father yelled, chasing after them,

"Get out of here" Dolph said, as his father approached. "He'll beat you too."

"Then let's both run" she said. And they ran down the road, hearing Dolph's father's threats. As the sun went down, Dolph lead her off the road into a creek, where the two waited until his shouting faded. The two crouched, placing their bodies together as still as possible. He felt her warmth as he moved his arm around her shoulders. This was the closest he had ever been to a woman.

"So, your name is Dolph? How old are you?" She asked, breaking the silence. Dolph peered up in the darkness, making sure no one was listening. They were both alone.

"It is. I'm 18. What's yours?"

"I'm Frieda, and I'm also 18 years old."

"Frieda. I expected something more fancy" Dolph said.

She laughed. "Fancy? Like what?"

"I dunno, something like Historia" Dolph said.

Frieda stopped laughing, and the sad look in her eyes returned.

"Did I say something bad?" Dolph said.

"You're going to forget this anyways, so I might as well tell you. My father cheated on my mother, and had a child named Historia." She said, sighing. "Just saying that makes me feel so, free. Thank you for listening."

"Well, my Dad's also a huge piece of shit. Sometimes I'll come down here to be by myself, or when I need to take care of y'know."

"Take care of what?"

"Uhh" Dolph stammered, realizing he might have said so much. Frieda looked at him, under the moonlight. Her face looked so beautiful, and he needed a distraction. He leaned in and kissed her. To his surprise, she kissed him back. Her soft lips pressed against his, and she pulled back. His first kiss.

"What'd you mean by take care of 'y'nkow'?" she said. Her voice was more serious.

"When I need to, take care of my needs."

"Is that why you brought me down here?" She smiled, and to his shock she started kissing him, and grabbing his muscular arms and chest. "I don't get a lot of chances for this myself" she said.

The two embraced, kissing and touching each other. Dolph's tough, callused hands unbuttoned her shirt, which fell on the dirt, revealing a lacey bra. Dolph took a moment to stare. He was a man, but these were the first breasts he had ever seen.

Frieda noticed. "You can touch them if you want" she laughed. Dolph, silently began to play with her bra, trying in vain to unclasp it. Frieda held his hand to the clasp in the back, and showed him how to open it in one twist. He grabbed the bra and gently pulled it off. He was fully mesmerized by her pale tits, exposed only by the moonlight. Frieda blushed, she was also inexperienced and became nervous. Was she really going to go all the way with this stranger? Even if he was cute, it seemed so fast.

Dolph began to feel her breasts, kissing them. Savouring the feel.

"Would you like to... fuck them?" Frieda said, stammering and nervous. Dolph looked up, nodding. His throat was tight and he was unable to speak. Frieda unzipped his pants, revealing an uncircumcised cock. She had seen a few of them, enjoyed them, but held onto her virginity.

She pressed her breasts against his cock, rubbing them gently as she squeezed them. Dolph moaned in pleasure, watching as this beautiful woman pleasured him with her breasts. This was something she was comfortable with, and she started really working his cock. Smiling as she watched him moan with pleasure, like she was a goddess giving a blessing to her faithful subject.

Dolph felt his dick begin to pulse, pleasure building up to it's peak. He gripped the mud below him and thrust fast between her breasts. Frieda wondered what it would be like to ride this cock, feeling this muscular man lift her up or pin her down. Dolph came, covering Frieda's face and breasts with his spunk. This was the most he had cum in his life.

Frieda washed herself off in the creek, and then cuddled with Dolph. He stared at the sky.

"That was... the best thing that ever happened to me." Dolph said, looking at Frieda. She truly seemed to radiate beauty. Dolph had images in his head of them together. He wouldn't have to be alone anymore. He would finally have a friend, and a lover. "I think I love you" he said.

Frieda touched him, feeling his memories and emotions. Tears fell down her cheeks. He had faced such a lonely life.

"This was just, fun."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not together. We can't be."

"Alright" Dolph said. He stopped talking. The two lay together under the starlight. They held hands. Then Dolph asked the question he feared the answer to.

"Well, will I ever get to see you again?"

Frieda was silent, thinking about how to compose her words.

"I might visit again. For more fun, and I'll try to help out your family. But I can't have you remember everything we talked about."

"For more fun?" Dolph said, excited. "This is the best day of my life."

Then he remembered what Frieda had said. "What do you mean I can't remember? How'd you stop me from doing that?"

"I... can't tell you. But just trust me." she said. Maybe it was because Dolph was undereducated, or maybe it was the intense feelings he felt for his first crush, but he believed her.

"Can I at least remember this?"

"Sure" Frieda said.

The two went to sleep in each other's arms. This was the last time they would see each other.