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My Wonderful Obsession Part 24: One Last Hike Mark and I were taking full advantage of his Corolla's air conditioning system as we sped south on I-75 between Cincinnati and Lexington. Okay, so it wasn't what you'd normally call AC - after all, his little car didn't come with that option in the first place. He called it four- seventy air conditioning - meaning all four windows down at seventy miles an hour. 'If I still had my long hair,' I mused, 'it'd be in a million knots by now!' It was a nice, warm Sunday morning of the Labor Day long weekend, and we were both looking forward to a fun day of hanging out together and hiking in Daniel Boone National Forest, another hour or so past Lexington. I'd never seen the place, but Mark told me his father had taken him hiking and camping there and he loved the area because of its endless hilly, wooded terrain, which was a lot more interesting than the flatter country we were used to around Cincinnati. Remembering how much I loved the wonderful atmosphere and fragrant aroma of the deep forest on our earlier hikes, I was really excited to be along for this outing, especially with my favorite hiking companion. Who wasn't along for the hike, unfortunately, was Kath - and not Ben either, because he wasn't going if his sweetie-pie couldn't go. You guessed it - Kath's parents were tightening the screws on her even more - she wasn't allowed to go that far from home with school starting the following Tuesday. 'That's nuts!' I had told her. 'It's not like you're going to a foreign country or anything. It's only, like, a hundred miles from here!" But I didn't need to add fuel to the fire - she was already burning mad about their refusal to be reasonable. I nearly decided to stay around home too, for the sake of solidarity - but she wouldn't let me and I have to confess, the chance to have Mark to myself for a whole day was too good to pass up. And I didn't have to work at Milestones either. So there I was, the luckiest pretend-girl in the world! Passing through Lexington, we stopped to pick up some trail snacks because neither of us had taken the time to pack a lunch before leaving. What we DID pack, however, was extra clothing and footwear so we'd have something clean to put on when we stopped for a quick meal on the way back home. But I couldn't have known at the time that later the same day we'd be thanking God in heaven for our changes of clothes! As we set out on our walk I felt a twinge of regret, knowing that this was likely the last hike we'd be able to get in for the '98 season. My new job, and school, would almost certainly make it impossible to get away for entire days like this during the fall. So I felt determined to enjoy every second! The day started out a lot like our other outings that summer, and like the other times it was warm and humid, and from the swishing sound the leaves made high above us, quite breezy too. But what was different was how Daniel Boone State Park felt like a real wilderness. I'd never been in a place that was so completely covered in forest. Shortly after leaving the car, it seemed like we'd left all of civilization behind - and we hardly saw anyone else all day long. Gosh, was I ever glad to have Mark with me - I remember thinking there's no way I'd ever go to a place like that all by myself! Like, what if I sprained an ankle? Or got mauled by a bear - or attacked by a mountain lion? I might be out there for days before anyone found what was left of me! The trail we started out on was wide enough for two, side-by-side, so I stuck close to Mark and even held his hand whenever I could. He didn't seem to mind, but he sure kidded me about being such a scaredy-cat! I just replied that I loved holding his hand, even though he was right about me feeling a little scared. The temperature being as warm as it was, every half-hour or so we took a water break - usually when there was a nice big old fallen tree that could serve as an impromptu bench. The second time we stopped, Mark surprised me by leaning over and kissing me softly on the lips. "What's that all about?" I asked when he pulled away. "Oh, nothing special," he replied with a smile. "I just thought you needed a kiss ... you know, to help you stay brave ..." 'I ALWAYS need a kiss from you,' I thought as I gave him my best appreciative smile - 'even when there's nothing to be afraid of'. Then without saying anything, I took his face in my hands and returned the favor. "So what was THAT about?" Mark chuckled when after a minute or so we broke it off. "For keeping me safe from the bears, of course!" He just laughed and told me it was his job, which I totally agreed with. It felt wonderful to have my very own guy to look out for me, and you can bet I stuck real close to Mark the whole time, holding his hand and putting my arms around him whenever I could. But maybe that wasn't the smartest thing, because it was hard to make any distance when we were always stopping to kiss and hold each other. At one of our stops, while Mark was parked on a big log, I climbed onto his lap with my legs wrapped around him and, with my face buried in his, we kissed and fondled each other for at least a half-hour (though it only felt like a couple of minutes). And he got so stiff, I started to wonder if I'd have to come to his rescue so he'd be able to walk again! Sure, we'd done this kind of thing before, but what was different this time is how I was dressed - my borrowed shorts, a tee-shirt and hiking boots - kind of a boyish outfit, right? And with my shorter hair pulled back from my face with a sweatband and not a trace of makeup, I was hardly a picture of femininity. I wasn't even wearing my gaff, though I did have a sports bra on. So what did Mark find sexually attractive about me? 'Maybe he's using his imagination,' I mused. But I didn't need MY imagination to conclude that Mark was a real man. For instance, the whole time we were hiking, I stayed right behind him ('cause I was too afraid to go in front!) and got a great view of his slim body, all the way from his shoulders to his muscular legs - but especially his perfectly formed ass which was quite obvious owing to the well-fitting shorts he always wore (not at all like the sloppy 'skateboard' shorts favored by most guys his age). "Hey, big guy," I'd called out more than once. "Nice tush!" "So that's why you're hanging back there? Just to stare at my butt?" "No, silly, of course not - I'm staring at your nice legs too!" Mark laughed out loud. "Well, I guess that makes us even. Every other time we've gone hiking you've been up front, and I'm always checking you out, too." "Some gentleman YOU are!" But I really didn't mind at all if Mark liked 'checking me out,' as long as he liked what he saw. If he noticed how different my legs and ass were from his own, that was fine by me. Where his ass was slim, dimpled and compact to his body, mine was quite curvy and protruded noticeably. And you could see every muscle in his furry legs, but not in mine - smooth skin, completely hair-free, and I had very nicely shaped knees and calves - just like a real girl's should be and just the way I liked them. Of course, when I sat there in his lap locked in a passionate embrace, there was also the very hard lump under me to confirm his sex, if I needed any more proof. But something unexpected intruded into my consciousness as well - my own very erect penis! With no gaff to restrain it in its hiding place, and only a thin pair of loose-fitting panty briefs, it was now sticking straight out through one of the leg openings. I began to feel a panic attack coming on - what if Mark could feel it pushing into his stomach? Oh God, no! Without thinking, I reacted immediately by breaking off our kiss and pulling back. "What's wrong?" Mark asked, looking into my eyes. There was a worried tone in his voice. "Uh ... I dunno, I'm just feeling a bit queasy," was the first thing that came from my lips. "Can I just sit for a couple of minutes?" "Sure, let me help you." He assisted me in getting off his lap and onto the log. "Are you just dizzy or is your stomach upset?" "Just a bit dizzy," I lied. "I should be okay in a couple of minutes." "Maybe you haven't had enough water today ... here, have a sip." I let him hold the water bottle to my lips and drank very slowly, hoping my erection would disappear fast. While his attention was still focused on the water, I let one of my hands brush against the front of my shorts and was very relieved that I'd shrunk back to normal - probably from fright more than anything! After we got underway again, I didn't say a word for quite a while, thinking about what had just happened. 'Why did I get hard-on NOW?' I asked myself, trying to recall if it had happened before when I was with him. 'And why am I so terrified if he touches me ... or even sees me? He knows who I am. He knows I'm really a boy and I didn't have a sex change. What's the big deal?' Of course, down deep I knew exactly what the big deal was. My whole sense of who I was pretending to be - a pretty, sexy teenage girl - was totally dependent upon me being able to keep believing it was the truth, so that maybe I could fool myself into thinking my boyfriend also believed it was true. And having my erect penis announce its presence in the middle of a passionate necking session with him, was a recipe for disaster. 'He'd be totally disgusted with me,' I fretted. But by the time we stopped for our next break, I'd managed to (almost) put those scary, negative thoughts out of my mind. Mark leaned over to kiss me again while we were sharing some trail mix, and I eagerly kissed him back, but I didn't allow a repeat of the heavy petting sessions we'd enjoyed earlier. ***** I think it was sometime around three in the afternoon, during the last of our rest breaks, when I thought I heard something. "Is that your stomach grumbling?" I whispered to Mark after we'd been sharing some more wonderful kisses. "I thought you said you had enough to eat." "No, I thought it was yours," he said softly. "Can't be thunder - the sky's still clear and today's forecast was perfect." With that, he pulled my face up to his again and resumed kissing me, this time on my eyelids, cheeks and neck. Once more I felt a tingling sensation in my penis, and the swishing sound made by the trees seemed to suddenly grow louder. "Well it's getting windier," I pointed out. "Maybe we should get going, in case there's a storm coming ..." "There's no storm coming," he stated in a way that left no doubt in my mind that he wanted badly to get very intimate with me again, and nothing as minor as the threat of a thunderstorm was about to change his mind. His kisses suddenly became more passionate, and his breathing came quicker. I tried (but not very hard) to pull away but he just held me close. By now he was French-kissing me deeply and his hands were exploring my upper body. And my damn penis was hard again! "Mark ... we should really get going ..." "What for? There's no rush - why don't we stay here for a while?" I didn't answer him, because it had suddenly dawned on me that I was reacting to Mark's advances like any normal girl would - at least any girl that was determined to keep her virginity. Except for me the difference was that I didn't want him to get anywhere near my male sex organs. Maybe the reason I was trying so hard to think of myself as a girl, I thought, was so I wouldn't have to admit to myself that I really DID have a gay streak in me. What I needed was a diversion and luckily I knew exactly how to create one. So I reached for his crotch and my hand closed around his fully erect penis. He moaned and shifted his body slightly to give me better access, and I took advantage of that by slipping my hand up a leg opening of his shorts and in a second I found myself holding the real thing! Mark's hands had made it as far as my boobs, which he'd conveniently made more accessible by slipping my bra up and out of the way - but that's as far as he got. A loud crack of thunder split the air and I nearly jumped out of my skin, it seemed so close! I instinctively looked towards the sky, only to notice through the dense tree cover that it had grown a lot darker. "Uh, maybe you're right - we better get our butts outta here," Mark announced. "I TRIED to tell you," I scolded him as we let go of each other's private parts and stood up. I had to raise my tee-shirt so I could re- position my bra, which of course gave Mark a quick boob view, then we shouldered our day packs and took off down the trail at a fast jog. With every flash of lightning and peel of thunder, I thanked God for my long legs and ability to run fast. See why it's a good idea to stay in shape? The rain took a few minutes to arrive, but when it did it came down with a vengeance. Only this time we'd planned ahead and brought along a couple of K-Way rain parkas, which we managed to unpack and slip on while on the move. But they only kept us dry for ten or fifteen minutes with the volume of water that was falling from the dark grey, angry sky. The storm was so powerful, and the sound of the thunder and rain so deafening, that I thought we'd get hit by lightning and die before we ever got back to the car. But eventually we rounded a bend and caught sight of the back of the trailhead sign in the distance. I'd never felt so relieved in my life! We didn't waste a second jumping into the car, boots and all, and minutes later the Corolla was negotiating the twisty road, rain still pouring down in buckets. But even with the windshield wipers going full speed, it was hard to see clearly and Mark kept his face near the glass, straining to make out the road ahead. I was doing my best to be a second set of eyes for him, but as we rounded a sharp bend neither of us saw the dead tree lying across the road until it was too late. Mark stood on the brakes and swerved to avoid it, but the front wheel on my side hit the tree hard and the car came to an abrupt stop. I was SO glad I was wearing my seat belt - as it was, I got a small bruise on my shoulder but going through the windshield would have been way worse! We both stared at each other in shock and didn't say a word for a few seconds. Mark went first. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. "I think so," I replied, although I couldn't tell by looking myself over, I was such a mess from the rain. "How about you?" "I'm fine - but I'm not so sure about my car." He unclipped his seatbelt and got out, then stopped and reached back in to switch on the emergency flashers. 'Smart guy,' I thought. But that made me think we were like sitting ducks there, so I got out as well. Mark was examining the front wheel, which looked bent at a weird angle and had a very flat tire. "Can't we just change the tire?" I asked, sounding like what I was - someone who didn't know the first thing about cars. "That was my first thought too - but it doesn't look good. I think something's broken." "Oh no - really?" I started to worry about how we'd get home, but then remembered about our safety. "Mark, what if somebody runs into us? Shouldn't we get away from the car?" He nodded, "You're so right - but we should try and warn other cars - let's grab our umbrellas. You watch behind the bend and I'll go watch the other way. Stand to the side and wave your umbrella if anyone comes." That sounded like a smart thing to do, so we each took up our posts and waited, the rain still pouring like cats and dogs. It didn't take long - a pair of headlights soon appeared from around another bend down the road, and I began madly waving my umbrella. For a few seconds I didn't think the driver of the big SUV could see me, but as he got closer he slowed and came to a stop. The driver's window opened and I saw a man and woman inside. "What in God's name are y'all doin' out here in the middle of nowhere, miss?" he asked, or rather demanded. "Are you all right, honey?" the woman added. "Oh, I'm fine, but my boyfriend's car hit a tree just around the corner," I squeaked excitedly. "We didn't want you to run into it too!" The man nodded and switched on his four-way flashers, then got out to go have a look. I went with him and saw that Mark was just in the process of stopping a car coming from the other direction, which had what appeared to be a middle-aged man behind the wheel. It also had its flashers going. Now we had a big production on our hands! The three guys spent all of ten seconds looking at the damage to the Corolla, then at the fallen tree, and they immediately set to work dragging the tree off the road. I went over to help, but the SUV driver waved me away. "It's okay, miss - we can handle it." Talk about being made to feel like a helpless female! The man from the car spoke up next, addressing Mark. "We can't leave your vehicle here - there's no place to park it off the road." "I think we can tow it," the SUV guy said while he was examining the damaged wheel. "I've got a chain - why don't we take it someplace where it'll be safer? We're stayin' a couple miles further up the road." "You mean that resort by the lake?" "Yep - that's the place." "So how you gonna tow it with that bent wheel?" he asked, looking puzzled. I was wondering the same thing! But mister SUV-guy was already trotting back to his vehicle. He then drove it around in front and backed up to the Corolla. In no time he had his back door open for a rain shelter and he was attaching a stout chain between his trailer hitch and the front of Mark's car, giving Mark driving instructions as he worked. His orders for me were to simply climb into the back seat of the SUV! I did as I was told, thankful to be out of the rain, but reluctant to be parking my sorry wet butt on his nice clean upholstery. "Hi honey - I'm Sharon," the attractive, slightly plump brown-haired woman in the front seat greeted me as I closed the door. "Are you sure you're okay?" Sharon seemed to be in her mid-thirties and there was friendly concern in her voice, not to mention a nice Kentucky or Tennessee accent. I'm sure she was wondering what hole I crawled out of. "I'm fine ma'am ... I think I got a bruise but nothing too serious. Oh, sorry - my name's Sandy." "Nice to meet you, Sandy. Thank goodness you're all right. It's absolutely terrible out there, isn't it? I'm sure it's the worst storm we've had all year." "It IS a bad one," I agreed. "But I'm getting used to this - I seem to attract storms. It's like the umpteenth time we've been dumped on this summer ... uh, we do a lot of hiking," I added for clarification. "Are you from around here?" she inquired. "Cincinnati. This is the farthest we've ever gone for a day hike." She nodded. "How old are you, honey - nineteen or twenty?" In those days I actually LIKED it that people thought I was older! I smiled and shook my head, "Uh, I'm seventeen, ma'am. My boyfriend - Mark - he's eighteen." Our little conversation was interrupted when the man, whom I guessed must be Sharon's husband, closed the tailgate, hopped in and started the engine. The SUV inched forward until the chain was tight, and we began rolling slowly along the road at about jogging speed. "We're off like a herd of turtles!" he announced, sounding as though he was genuinely enjoying himself. Sharon confirmed it for me. "Bob loves helping people out," she explained as we picked up the pace slightly. "He always keeps a chain, tools, jumper cables, extra gas ..." I turned around and saw Mark's grinning face at the wheel of the Toyota, and behind it the flashing lights of the other car. I waved at Mark and he waved back. Suddenly I felt huge gratitude towards Bob. "You mean he's a road angel?" I asked, trying to remember where I'd heard that term before. "That would be my Bob!" laughed Sharon, shaking her head and looking at him with an expression that could have been admiration, or maybe just the look of acceptance that comes from years of living with another person's quirky nature. "Well mister Bob, I can't tell you how lucky we are that you came along," I commented. "I don't know what we would have done. So how did you manage to get our car to tow like that? I never thought it would roll with that bent wheel." "I have a trick or two up my sleeve," he said, sounding proud of himself. "I loaded my toolbox and spare in the trunk of your car, and added a few rocks from the side of the road - so that keeps the weight off the bad wheel. The tire's flat so it barely touches the road. I set the parking brake a little, too - it only works on the back wheels, so it keeps the chain taut. But your boyfriend has to be on his toes, and I don't wanna hit the brakes either, or he'll be runnin' into me." "How far do we have to go?" I asked. "Another half mile, maybe - we're doin' great!" Bob was right - the Corolla seemed to roll along behind the SUV just fine, even without all four wheels on the road. Luckily we were going slightly uphill the whole way, so Mark didn't have to use his brakes at all. After several minutes the forest opened up and I spotted a big lake that I'd admired earlier in the day as we drove in - only now it looked grey and dismal, the wind whipping up big whitecaps. Shortly afterwards we slowed and pulled onto a gravel driveway that led to a rustic lodge-style log building, beyond which I could just make out a cluster of log cabins set in the trees near the shore of the lake. We came to a stop in a parking area just past the lodge, and Bob got out. I reached for the door handle, but he said, "Just stay put, miss - we can handle it." The helpless female again! Sharon obviously knew the drill because she always stayed put - just one more aspect of being a woman, I thought. The other car had been following us with its flashers going, and as I chatted some more with Sharon I watched Mark, Bob and the other man push the Corolla backwards into an empty parking space. Then they shook the man's hand as he said his goodbyes. After the two guys transferred Bob's belongings back from the damaged car, Bob and Sharon ushered us all into the lodge, where they spoke with a man behind a small counter for a minute. Mark and I just looked at each other, wondering what was up. What a sight we were! He looked bad enough, but once again I, the clean freak, was a complete and utter mess - my wet hair plastered against my face and head, a damp, clingy tee-shirt and shorts, and squishy hiking boots. If I wasn't getting so used to the feeling by then, I probably would've felt like crawling in a hole and dying. The thought occurred to me that if going hiking with Mark didn't cure me of my looks obsession, nothing would! We watched the man hand Bob a key, and then the couple came over and outlined what they had in mind for us. "Do you have any dry clothes with you?" Sharon asked. We both nodded in reply. "That's great. Y'all can stay here tonight - there's no way we'll get a tow truck up here till tomorrow anyhow," Bob explained as he gave the key to Mark. "This here's the key to the cabin next to ours. We been stayin' here for the past two weeks with friends, but they left yesterday - so their unit's empty, but it's paid up till tomorrow." Mark and I exchanged surprised glances. I didn't know what to say, but he did: "Uh, that's very kind of you, sir - but we can probably get one of our folks to come down and pick us up ..." "All the way from Cincinnati?" Sharon interrupted. "It'd take what, three or four hours to get here in this weather? Good heavens, why don't you just take it easy ... get cleaned up, have a nice dinner, spend the night ... then you can look after your car in the morning after a good night's sleep!" "She's right, kids," Bob added. "You ain't doin' nothin' with THAT car tonight." My boyfriend and I looked at each other again, and I said, "Well, I guess if it's okay with Mark, it's fine with me. We did bring along a change of clothes ... but we don't have anything left to eat. Is there a place around here we can buy food?" "No, you can't buy any food around here - but you can join us!" Sharon laughed. "We were just on our way back from town with some groceries. I'm sure we've got more than enough for four." "Are you sure?" I asked tentatively. "We've already been enough trouble ..." Bob chuckled, "Yep - we're sure, miss - and no arguments!" "Her name's Sandy," corrected Sharon. "And her boyfriend's name is Mark." "I knew that!" Back outside, we quickly retrieved our clean clothes and shoes from the backseat of the Toyota and followed our new friends along a graveled path through the trees towards the lake. The rain was still pelting down, though nowhere near as badly as before. As we climbed the front steps of one of the cabins, I realized I was shivering from being wet and cold for so long! We were asked to leave our boots out on the porch, which sounded like the proper thing to do. Once inside, Mark helped Bob get a fire going in the rustic-looking black woodstove. "Sorry - they don't do gas or electric heat here," explained Sharon. "They do have propane for cooking and hot water, though. Sandy, you need to get those wet clothes off right now - why don't you take a nice hot shower while the boys get the place warmed up. I'll get busy with dinner. Shall we say seven o'clock?" My watch read six-fifteen, so that sounded doable to me. "Can I come over and help?" I asked, feeling like I should be doing something to pay them back for their kindness. "Don't worry - you just get cleaned up and come on over when you're ready. It's the next cabin on your left when you go out the door." Sharon then headed outside, followed by Bob who said, "See you soon, kids." "Thank you so much for everything," Mark and I called after them. "No sweat," was Bob's response. Let me tell you, I didn't waste a second finding the bathroom, stripping off my saturated hiking clothes, and hopping into the shower. "Save some hot water for me!" Mark called through the closed door after I'd been standing under the delectable stream for at least ten minutes. Of course, I'd neglected to bring my clean clothes in with me, so I had to wrap a towel around myself and go out into the living room, only to find that Mark had hidden the shopping bag they were in. It took some negotiation and ransom paid in the form of kisses before I was finally able to get dressed in the gaff, fresh bra and panties, jean skirt, flowery peasant top and flip-flops I'd packed along. Like I said before, I was SO thankful to have packed extra clothes. But I regretted not bringing a sweater (not having needed one all summer), so I hoped our friends' cabin would be warm enough. While Mark was showering I located the ziplock bag that contained my toiletries, cosmetics and accessories, then found a small wall-mounted mirror and put on a little eyeliner and mascara and made sure my hair and nails were presentable. In went my pair of small hoop earrings, a quick swipe of Secret deodorant under each arm, and a little dab of Mark's favorite perfume behind my ears and wrists. Then, satisfied with how I looked and smelled, I spent a few minutes inspecting our rustic accommodations. The place was fairly small but very homey, and spotlessly clean. Quite old too - all log construction with varnished wooden floors and red and white gingham curtains framing the cute little windows. On the main level there was a tiny kitchen in one corner with a small wooden dining table and chairs, a private bedroom with double bed, and the cramped bathroom which only had enough space for one person at a time. Up a steep flight of wooden stairs there was a small loft with a twin-size bed. And with the aroma of the fire and the sound of rain on the roof, the whole feel of the cabin was one of ultra-coziness. I could easily picture spending a week or two in a place like this - with the right guy of course! When we got to the cabin next door I was happy to find that Bob also had a roaring fire going in their woodstove, but when Sharon saw me she immediately found a nice fluffy off-white sweater and made me put it on. "You look so different, Sandy!" she gushed, which from her smile I took to mean she thought I cleaned up well. And your skirt's very cute, but around here you really need to be covered up! Can I get you something else for your legs?" "Um ... sure, if it's no trouble ..." She must have noticed the big goose bumps all over me, and soon I had a pair of thick wool socks on my feet and a knitted afghan to drape over my bare legs. Then she asked Mark, who only had short pants and a tee-shirt on, how he was doing. "I'm fine," was his reply. 'Such a tough guy,' I thought, shaking my head and smiling at Sharon. Sharon winked back at me and laughed, "Figures - the guys are always fine while us girls are freezing our buns off! Well, dinner's ready, so let's all sit down." Their dining room table was the same small size as ours, but it was set for four and there were two big candles which, together with the sounds and smells of the woodstove, created a very warm, cozy ambiance. After we seated ourselves, Bob, who was on my left, said "We're gonna pray - is that okay?" Mark and I said in unison, "Sure!" Following their lead, we all held hands while Bob said grace and a prayer of thanks for our safety that day. Then we dug in to a very nice 'comfort meal' of spaghetti and meatballs with warm garlic toast, all washed down courtesy of Dr. Pepper. And what a great time we had! Bob and Sharon were so easy to talk with, and we all laughed and joked our way through dinner, telling stories and generally getting to know each other. Of course they wanted to know all about us, and we learned that their last name was Stevens, and they were from Knoxville (which explained their nice accents) where Bob worked as a self-employed electrician. But they didn't have any children. Like always, my hands were making gestures whenever I was speaking. Sharon's eyes seemed to follow my right hand a lot, and finally she could no longer help herself. "Sandy, honey - can I see your ring?" "Oh - sure." I held my hand out and she examined the ring carefully, then glanced at Mark. "It's very pretty - I'm guessing this is from you?" "Yep," he said, nodding. "I love white gold," she said, turning my hand to get a good look. In the glow of the candles, the little diamonds sparkled like stars. I couldn?t help but notice Sharon?s own platinum-colored rings, in particular the three big stones on the engagement band, which reflected sparkles of radiant color. Like, WOW! ?YOUR ring is spectacular,? I commented, feeling just a bit jealous and hoping I?d eventually get one like that myself. Sharon held hers out for me to inspect more closely. I also saw that her nails were kept perfectly manicured, with just a clear gloss coat. ?Another girly- girl,? I thought. ?Yes, it IS nice,? she agreed. ?Thank you, Bob!? she added, leaning over to plant an appreciative kiss on his lips. ?He knows I love diamonds, too!? ?Are ya payin? attention, Mark?? laughed Bob. ?Keepin? the ladies interested ain?t rocket science ? just takes a lotta money.? ?Yeah, Mark,? I pouted, ?you haven?t spent any money on me all day. What gives?? ?Mark ? I think she?s starting to lose interest,? laughed Sharon. ?Look out!? ?Aww ? how could I lose interest in my special guy,? I said, trying to lay it on thick and leaning over to give him a kiss so everyone would know how much I really loved him. ?But remember ? diamonds are a girl?s best friend! Got it?? ?Amen to that, sister,? laughed Sharon, as we high-fived each other. ***** I helped Sharon clean up afterwards, then we all walked back to the lodge so Mark and I could call home and explain why we wouldn?t be getting back that evening. Mark?s Dad kindly offered to drive down in the morning and help us sort out what to do with the Corolla, then take us back to Cincinnati before he had to leave that evening on a business trip. Phil (not Mom, thankfully!) answered the phone at my house and said he?d pass on the message. I could just imagine what Mom would say to me about spending the night with Mark! She?d probably drive down on the spot to rescue me, but this way she?d have no clue where to look! Back at our friends? cabin, we played cards for a couple of hours until Sharon noticed I was beginning to nod off. ?Looks like someone?s had a long day,? she kidded me. ?I don?t suppose you brought pajamas with you ?? ?Uh, we weren?t exactly planning on overnighting,? replied Mark. ?Okay honey, come with me,? she said as she took my hand and led me into their bedroom. She pulled a pair of soft pink flannel pajamas out of a drawer and handed them to me. ?These should fit ? maybe a bit roomy for someone your size, but they?re nice and cozy on cool nights.? ?Oh, I couldn?t ? what will you wear?? ?Don?t worry about me ? I?ve got a nightie, and I?ve got Bob too ? he?s like a furnace in bed.? That was almost sounding like too much information, so I just accepted her offer graciously. Then our hosts ordered us back to our cabin with good-night wishes, instructions to use both beds (awkward moment alert!), and an offer to join them for breakfast. ?I changed my mind,? I said as I gave each of them a hug before Mark and I left, ?you?re BOTH angels. Thanks so much for saving us today!? ?Yeah,? chimed Mark, ?thanks for the tow, the cabin, the dinner, the hospitality ?? ?Our pleasure,? said Bob with a big smile. ?Love to be able to help y?all out. G?night an? sleep tight!? When we got back to our cabin, the fire had died down and it was feeling chilly again, so we added some more wood and closed the damper a little as Bob had recommended. Then it was time to decide who would sleep where. Ever the gentleman, Mark said ?Why don?t you take the big bed and I?ll sleep in the loft.? I must admit to feeling quite disappointed that he didn?t even TRY talking me into sleeping with him, but I also knew this was an awkward situation for both of us. Not only had our hosts made their preference clear, but we?d never even had the opportunity before! And anyway, the events of earlier in the day were still in the back of my mind, so I knew my penis and I would be a lot safer if we slept alone! ?That?s very kind of you, sir,? I said, putting my arms around his waist and delivering a soft appreciative kiss. ?But I happen to know it?ll be warmer up there, and besides, you?re taller so you need the bigger bed, right? No arguments, please.? While we were kissing I think he started to change his mind. ?Mmm ? you smell so nice ?? I put a finger to his mouth and he shrugged and nodded in reluctant agreement. We did our best to clean our teeth with what was at hand and I climbed the stairs to the loft to change into my borrowed pink pajamas. When I came back down to say goodnight, Mark was already pulling the covers over himself ? he was still wearing his clean tee-shirt but I couldn?t tell if he had his boxers on. The bedroom wasn?t any chillier than the loft, though, and I began to wonder if I chose the right bed after all! But after some nice long goodnight kisses, and a few protests from Mark, I reluctantly retreated back upstairs and climbed wearily under the covers, where my nice cozy pajamas helped me to fall asleep in no time at all. I have no idea what time it was when I woke up, but I was quite chilly despite the pajamas. The fire had died down completely and there seemed to be a cold breeze coming from somewhere in the loft. The bed only had a thin sheet and blanket on it ? not enough insulation for a cold night! I lay there for a while wondering if there was a spare blanket or comforter somewhere, but I didn?t want to go around switching lights on and wake up Mark too. Eventually I decided I had to do something, so I got out of bed and started searching, to no avail. Then I carefully descended the stairs and, still not finding anything to make my bed warmer, thought of what Sharon had told me about sleeping with Bob ? and I made a fateful decision. You guessed it ? I slipped into bed with Mark ? but quiet as a mouse, trying hard not to awaken him. I should have known better! ?Don?t tell me ? you?re cold, right?? ?Oh, I?m sorry for waking you up! But I couldn?t get back to sleep ? I was trying to find another blanket ?? ?That?s okay ? I?ll keep you warm. C?mon and snuggle closer.? THAT was an invitation I wasn?t about to turn down, even with my reservations, and in less than five seconds Mark and I were ?spooning? ? one of his nice fuzzy arms under my pajama top, right between my bare little breasts, with his warm hand on my chest and me doing my best to maximize contact with every square inch of him. Was he ever warm! And he?d already made the bed nice and toasty as well, so I was totally happy and content to lie there and not move a muscle. In a few minutes I was fast asleep again. But I guess I must have been the only one ? I slowly became aware of a hand caressing one of my breasts and a big lump making a dent in the soft flesh of my butt. Yeah, I knew what THAT meant, and I guess it kind of got me excited as well! For a while I pretended to still be asleep, but eventually I just had to do something. So my free hand went over his, my fingers making small caressing movements, and then up and down his furry arm and onto his upturned hip. That?s when I discovered he was only wearing the tee-shirt! Then Mark turned my face to his and our lips met, beginning one of the longest, most erotic kissing sessions I?ve ever experienced. I still get excited thinking about what it was like! I felt SO cozy, SO loved, and so ultra-luxurious in that rustic little cabin, in that tiny bedroom wrapped up in my young lover?s strong arms. I?m sure I could have gone on like that forever, or at least till morning, but alas the same obviously wasn?t true for my passionate guy ? he was definitely wanting more! In no time the buttons on my top were undone and off came his tee-shirt, then we were locked in a very passionate embrace, kissing each other all around our faces, necks and bare chests. Somehow I managed to keep my pajama bottoms on. What a treat it was for me to run my hands over his ass ? the very same perfectly formed tush that I?d been admiring earlier that day as I walked behind him. But his wonderful cock was SO obviously calling for attention, I just HAD to take it in my hands again. I could never get over how rock-hard he got with me! I don?t think mine was EVER like that, not to mention as big around and as long as his was. But I really loved the feel of him, and you already know how much I enjoyed playing with him and bringing him pleasure. There was absolutely no doubt he wanted me to ?look after? him that night, but there was a rather scary thought in my mind that wouldn?t go away ? from my chat with Kath the week before. ?Could I really do that?? I wondered. Sure, I knew what we?d already been up to that summer wasn?t technically ?sex?, but like Kath said, this would be a big step closer. At that moment I don?t think Mark cared how I did it, as long as he got what he needed. So I made my decision, and gradually worked my face lower on his chest and stomach until I was completely under the covers. I still had one hand firmly in place on him, and with it I guided him closer to my mouth. Then for a minute or so I gently caressed his soft tip with my fingers, all the while nudging closer and closer ? until I could reach out with my tongue and touch it. I don?t know who was more excited at this point, him or me ? but I know I was at least as hard as he was! And for some reason, this time it only slightly bothered me to be aware of that. But even slightly was too much, so without another moment?s thought I distracted myself by taking him completely into my mouth ? and began sucking and licking him with my tongue. Mark responded with a loud moan and I felt him get even bigger and harder, if that was possible! His fingers began to caress my hair and neck, which I took as confirmation that he approved of what I was doing. What was it like? Well, I remember thinking at that moment just how ?right? it felt to be in bed with him, doing exactly what we were doing. I loved Mark SO much, and all I wanted was for him to feel wonderful so that he?d love me at least a tenth as much in return. I know, I know ? teenage girls can be so na?ve, can?t they? But that was me at seventeen, and come to think of it, I haven?t changed all that much since then. But back to our comfy bed in our cozy cabin ? it only took a few seconds before I became aware of a salty taste in my mouth, and before I had the chance to realize it was Mark?s pre-orgasm lube, I felt his body arch and his cock pulsate wildly ? and my mouth was instantly filled with a very warm, strange-tasting fluid. I was kind of shocked ? I guess it hadn?t occurred to me that this could happen so damn fast. I hadn?t really planned in advance what I?d do with his cum, but the other times I?d tried to take it all in my hands and just clean them afterwards. Too late for that! So I tried to choke it down, and not having much success I immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where I was able to rinse my mouth out. Mark was right behind me. ?Are you okay? I?m so sorry ? I didn?t mean for that to happen ? I guess I got kind of carried away ?? After taking a quick drink of water I turned and hugged him tight, leaning my face on his shoulder. ?Mark, it?s fine ? I really wanted to do that ? I just love you SO much.? As I spoke those words I realized his skin next to my face was wet ? I was crying! ?Wow,? I thought, ?I?m so emotional ? what?s going on?? ?Let?s get back in bed,? he said softly, taking me by the hand. As we climbed into bed, I let my pajama top fall to the floor. Back under the warm sheets, we spent a long time kissing and caressing each other?s bare skin. Soon Mark?s hands were exploring under my pajama bottoms, gliding over my hips and butt and making me squirm with delight. He moved his body a little lower so he could reach my smooth legs. It always felt SO wonderful when he touched my legs ? especially when they?d just been expertly waxed. I don?t know how or when, but I must have been sending signals that I wanted him to concentrate his attention there, because that?s what he began doing. Except that my pajama bottoms were in the way. Before I could object, he?d pulled them completely off, and for the first time ever we were both totally naked together. His hands were still concentrating on my legs ? feeling them and caressing them all the way from my hips to my toes ? but not too close to my crotch, thankfully, since his caresses had made me very erect again. I kept my body turned away from him, trying my best to hide my maleness ? but then, somewhere deep inside there was a voice telling me to just let it go and enjoy the moment to the fullest. And I guess that?s what ended up happening. It began with me turning slightly back to Mark and whispering, ?Please kiss me again.? He obliged and before I knew it our nude bodies were locked in another passionate embrace ? with two VERY erect penises clamoring for attention. At this point I don?t think I even cared anymore if he felt mine ? I just grabbed his again and held on for dear life. Maybe Mark took that as a signal ? I?m not sure, even now. But what took place next is crystal clear in my memory like it happened yesterday. He rose up on his knees and let the covers fall back. It was quite dark, so I know he couldn?t see any details, but I was now on my back and fully exposed. And my body was so heated-up, I hardly noticed the blankets were gone. If I was wondering what he had in mind, I got my answer when I felt a warm hand on the ultra-soft, smooth skin of my inner thigh. I let out a low moan as the hand began caressing me there ? and said a silent prayer of thanks to Karen for talking me into another bikini waxing! Mark?s other hand found its way around to one of my butt cheeks, which he began to knead and squeeze, making me arch my back in sheer pleasure. At that moment I realized his thigh hand was circling ever closer to my crotch, and the combined stimulation was driving me absolutely crazy with desire to have ?real? sex with him. I remember a fleeting thought going through my mind ? that one day soon I?d be able to do just that ? and the next thing I felt was his hand wrapping itself around my stiff penis! I should have been totally shocked and disgusted with myself ? but it wasn?t like that at all. Maybe it?s because at that moment I felt so much trust for him. After all, he?d always known I was really a guy, despite the feminine clothing and makeup I wore so much. And in the heat of that moment, it was very easy for me to believe he loved me for exactly who and what I was, and was sexually attracted to that exact same person. Mark kept his hand on me as he shifted his body until he was squatting on my upper legs, the same way I?d sat on him that special time a month or so earlier, in my bedroom, the first time I?d brought him to orgasm. The thought crossed my mind ? did he have the same thing in mind for me? Oh God, I hoped so, I was SO aroused! I found his penis with my right hand and started pumping it, hoping he?d get the hint. He did, or maybe he had that in mind all along! So there we were, pumping each other (awkwardly at first, as our knuckles kept banging painfully together until we got the hang of it). I could feel myself getting more and more excited and aroused as his hand expertly made love to me. Mark?s free hand was on one of my breasts, kneading and caressing it, and he began whispering ?I love you, Sandy, I love you ?? A fleeting wave of d?j? vu passed over me ? and for a delicious moment I was back in Julia?s bed a year earlier when I was in the exact same position, with her doing and saying the exact same things ? and the memory gave me just the extra jolt of excitement I needed to make it over the top of the mountain. I felt myself starting down the other side. ?Faster, faster!? I ordered Mark as my body gained speed, now completely out of control. He complied, and suddenly an enormous wave of sensation and emotion swept over me and I screamed at the exact moment I felt hot liquid spray all over my stomach, reaching all the way to my exposed breast. ?Shhh!? Mark ordered in what I thought sounded like a very shaky or exhausted voice. ?Sorry ? are you okay, love?? I managed to squeak. ?I?m ? perfect,? he breathed, and it was then that I realized he?d come too, at the same instant I did. That would explain the amount of goo coating my stomach and chest! Mark kept his hand on me as I felt myself, and him, begin to go limp. His other hand started to spread the still-warm liquid around my boobs, caressing my erect nipples. The sensation was overpowering! ?Stop!? I whispered. ?I?m way too sensitive there!? ?Sorry ? I?m like that too, after I come. Guess we?re more alike than we thought ?? I wasn?t sure how to take that last comment, but it made me think of one major thing: I?d just had my first real-live, full-blown homosexual experience. Having that fleeting memory of making love with Julia as a guy must have put me in the same frame of mind with Mark ? and I?d obviously enjoyed it ? a LOT. I?d even given Mark a ?blow-job?, and if that wasn?t a typical gay sex act, I didn?t know what was. Well, there WAS that other thing we could still do, but for the moment I wasn?t going there in my mind. So I just reached up with both hands to his shoulders and pulled him down on top of me. ?Please hold me,? I breathed, my heart still thumping loudly. Mark obliged and stretched his legs out while I separated mine a little. Being in the ?missionary position? made me feel a bit more like a female, but there?s no question that this had felt like more of a boy-on-boy experience for me. We lay there glued together for at least fifteen minutes, not saying a word. Mark was the first to break the silence. ?You smell really nice,? he whispered in my ear. ?It?s my perfume.? ?No ? it?s just you ? your natural smell.? Did he really like how I smelled? ?Thanks,? I whispered, and I turned my face up and kissed him long and tenderly, noting that he smelled nice too. Actually he smelled really sexy, and that?s what I told him. But it was a very different kind of smell than Julia?s oh-so-enticing aroma. As I continued to ?come down,? though, I began to feel more ill at ease about what had just taken place. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes again. ?I?m sorry, Mark ? I guess I got kind of carried away. I never meant for you to ... you know ?? ?You mean you never meant for me to do what I just did with you?? ?I mean to touch me ? or see me ?? ?Don?t worry about it, okay?? ?But I only ever wanted to be your GIRLfriend ?? I felt the tears begin to stream down my face. Mark must have sensed it because he started kissing my face softly all over. ?You ARE my girlfriend, Sandy. You?re the only girlfriend I ever wanted.? ?Mark, how can you say that? You?re so wonderful, so good-looking ? you could have any girl you want. Why would you pick me? I?m not a REAL girl.? Now I was beginning to sob. ?That?s not exactly news to me. But you look like a girl. You act like a girl. You sound like a girl. That?s good enough for me.? ?Not for me. I wanna be a hundred percent girl for you.? ?But you don?t need to. Maybe I LIKE having a girlfriend who?s part boyfriend ?? ?What do you mean by that? Are you telling me you?re gay or something?? He didn?t answer for a few seconds, and I began to wonder if I?d offended him. ?Maybe I am,? he said slowly. ?I know I love you, and you?re really a boy. Do you, uh ? think that makes me gay?? I didn?t know how to respond to that, or even if I should. So I just said, ?I love you too.? After a minute or so of silence, Mark spoke again. ?But didn?t you like what happened?? ?Yes, I did ? obviously. I?m just kind of worried about what it all means, you know?? ?Yeah, I know. It means our relationship has changed a bit.? ?A LOT, I?d say.? ?But if you were a real girl and we just had sex, that?d be a big change too, wouldn?t it?? Mark was right, of course. ?Maybe I?m just being silly,? I said, trying to lighten the mood that I?d managed to get us into with my reservations about having had sex with him. ?I did love what happened. You made me feel really, um, sexy ? and you sure got me excited. Thanks for being so good to me.? But when I said that last sentence, I didn?t feel like I was being very sincere. ?And thank YOU for being so good to ME. You didn?t have to do what you did either ? but I sure liked it a lot.? ?I could TELL,? I giggled, nuzzling up to his face and planting more kisses on it. ?Now you need to be extra-nice to me or I?ll never do it again!? ?I promise I?ll treat you like a queen ? I mean a princess!? I wished he hadn?t used the word ?queen,? even though he corrected himself. It just reminded me that I was now officially a ?gay guy,? no matter what I looked, acted or sounded like. A few minutes later Mark suggested we go get showered off to avoid messing up the bed sheets any more than we already had. The shower was really only big enough for one person, but we squeezed ourselves in anyway and enjoyed a few minutes of extra intimacy with the nice warm water running all over our naked bodies. Back in bed again, with nothing on, we snuggled close together the same way it had all started. Except this time we were too exhausted to move a muscle. I remember how deliciously warm Mark?s body felt ? and that now I had my very own furnace in bed ? but that?s all I remember because I was fast asleep in no time at all. To be continued ?.