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Subject: {ASSM} Deep in the woods by Henrik Larsen (m/f teen first rom) 
Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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I like comments. If you liked the story, then feel free to tell me so. If 
you thought it could have been better, please let me know as well. My E-mail 
is henlar@hotmail.com.



If, for some reason, you feel offended by sexual stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

This and most of my stories would have been a mess of spelling errors and 
grammatical rubbish, had it not been for Old Rotorhead and Cagey. I'm very 
thankful for their patient work and encouragement.






(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2001



Deep in the woods.


In '78, it was no longer fashionable to take the hippie route to Goa or 
Nepal, but after I'd finished college, I felt like going somewhere. I wanted 
to get away from it all and be alone for a while. I guess it was a part of 
growing up and becoming independent.

Goa or Nepal would have been out of the question, even if it had been 
fashionable. I didn't have very much money and decided to take a trip on 
foot into the Swedish forests. I carefully chose a place where I would be 
sure to be alone. I wanted to feel nature, wanted a little bit of that 
explorer feeling, searching for new frontiers, mine as much as natures.

Spring had been wet but as always, the fine weather came as exams began. 
Often, it would end as soon as the exams were over, but this summer the sun 
and warm weather continued throughout June and July.

I had packed enough dried food to keep me alive for three weeks, even if I 
didn't catch a single fish in the lakes and streams. I loved to fish and 
even though the part of Sweden I was going to wasn't the best for fishing, 
I'd still have a fair chance of some serious fishing: Small trout, bass and 
pike.

The tranquillity was wonderful. I walked all day without seeing a living 
soul. I could hear the animals, but was so far from civilisation that they 
fled long before I would ever be able to see them.

The first two weeks, I just walked deeper into the forests, only stopping to 
sleep fish and eat. Beyond the next rock or tree lay a new a better stream 
or view. Even though I was fairly far north, the weather was warm and that 
day, I could feel the air grow heavy. Dark clouds were forming in the 
afternoon and soon the distant roll of thunder reached me.

Before the rain and thunder arrived, I picked a good spot to camp, close to 
a little mountain pool. Overhanging branches sheltered my tiny tent and the 
rainwater was lead away from the campsite by a half circle of rocks and 
crevices.

I was surprised that a thunderstorm was so different out here, compared to 
what I was used to in the city. Every crack of thunder and bolt of lightning 
was powerful and distinct. I sat in the open tent door and enjoyed the 
sights until it had passed. Afterwards, the air was clean and fresh. The 
ground was soaked, but it was kind of nice too, because it would make 
lighting a fire less hazardous.

I prepared a meal with some wood I'd gathered before the rain started. The 
pool was too small for fishing. So I had to be content with the dried food 
I'd brought with me. It couldn't compare to a freshly grilled trout, but 
after soaking and boiling with some fresh herbs, it didn't taste too bad.

The rain had brought humidity in the air as well as on the ground. It was 
still hot and I suddenly realised how much I was sweating. It was a couple 
of days ago, since I had taken a dip in one of the lakes. The sun couldn't 
heat up the deep lakes and only the first few inches of surface water was 
reasonably warm. In other words: Bathing was a pretty cold experience. But I 
felt sweaty and the water in the pool was clear, blue and very inviting.

I took off my clothes and glasses and slipped into the water, expecting it 
to be cold, but it wasn't. The shallow pool was small enough for the sun to 
heat the water. I swam around for a couple of minutes before I began washing 
my clothes. I didn't have any detergent and it would have been a pity to 
pollute the clear water, so I just rubbed them against a smooth rock like 
I'd seen in films about life in the third world on TV. Maybe I didn't have 
the technique to perfection, but it was good enough for me.

I think my senses had been sharpened by the life in the wilderness. Suddenly 
I could feel that there was something or someone else around. I turned and 
looked, even though I couldn't see much without my glasses. The sound of a 
twig snapping confirmed my suspicion.

"Come on out. I'm not dangerous," I said.

I hadn't spoken for almost a week and it was strange to hear my own voice. 
Nothing happened at first, but I kept my eyes fixed on the spot where I'd 
heard the snapping twig. I saw a slight movement, and then a figure standing 
up from behind some bushes, fifteen feet away.

I swam towards the rock where I had left my glasses and put them on. It was 
a young girl. She stood for a moment, looking at me then took a few steps 
towards me.

"Hi!" I said.

"Hi! Eh, who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Peter. I'm on vacation here, kind of. What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"In the forest?" I asked.

I hadn't seen any houses close by, but then again, the forest was dense and 
I could have passed a house less than a hundred feet away without seeing it.


"Half a mile that way,' she said, pointing her finger.

"OK. What's your name?"

"Ulrika."

We looked at each other for a second or two, maybe a minute, I don't know. I 
couldn't think of anything to say. She was blond, tall and not on the skinny 
side, although she wasn't fat in any way.

"You're bathing," she finally said.

"I am. Do you want to join me? The water is really nice,"

It must have been the lack of contact that made me say it. I didn't think 
about it at all, just spoke my thoughts. Ulrika blushed and shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you," I said.

"It's OK, but I don't have my bathing suit with me. I'm usually alone when . 
. ."

"Oh, it's your swimming pool?" I said.

Ulrika giggled and moved a little closer. I had made up my mind and decided 
that she was fairly pretty. Since I already had done what I could to 
embarrass her, I decided to continue to speak my mind.

"I don't mind it, if you want to swim without a bathing suit. I haven't 
anything on."

Ulrika blushed fiercely and hit her lip. I couldn't really tell how old she 
was. Judging by her looks, she could be eighteen, maybe twenty, but she 
acted like she was fifteen or sixteen. It was obvious that some part of her 
wanted to come in with me. She had undoubtedly planned to go swimming, not 
expecting her pool to be occupied.

"Are you alone?" she asked.

"Apart from you being here, I'm all alone," I joked.

She really had a hard time making up her mind. I was hoping she would do it, 
but she shook her head again.

"No, I don't think so."

"Okay, suit yourself. But it is really nice. Do you come here often to 
swim?" I asked.

"Almost every day, if the weather is good. It's my summer holidays now and I 
have nothing better to do."

"I guess it's a bit lonely to live out here."

"Uhhuh. My best friend lives 4 miles away. Where do you come from?" Ulrika 
asked.

She sat down on a rock and looked much more relaxed, now that she had made 
up her mind about swimming. She had a very cute smile.

"I'm from Copenhagen. Ever been there?"

"No, I haven't really been anywhere. Not even Stockholm or Gothenburg."

She sounded annoyed about it, like it was very unfair. I guess it would be, 
if you were stuck out here with nowhere to go like she was. I mean, if the 
most exciting thing you could do in your summer holidays was go swimming in 
a pool all by yourself, you could easily be bored to death. For me it was 
different; I had chosen to go here and I had all the things she probably 
wanted, every day.

"So, you don't get much around, do you?" I asked.

"No. My parents always have to take care of the farm and we can never go 
anywhere. Is it . . . fun to live in the city?"

"I guess it is. I've never tried to live anywhere else. I love to be here, 
but I don't think I would like to live here permanently. Too dull, really."

"Tell me about it! Nothing ever happens here," she sighed. "Do you - -"

Again, I must have been alone for too long. Without thinking about it, I got 
out of the water and stepped over to my towel. Ulrika stared with her mouth 
open, completely frozen. Then I remembered that I was naked.

"Oh, sorry.'

I picked up my towel and covered the vital parts of my body.

"I . . . I better get home," she gasped.

Before I could say anything, she rushed in between the trees and 
disappeared. Funny, but that surprised me more than when she came. I dried 
myself and dressed again, somehow expecting her to come back, but she 
didn't, at least not that day.

I decided to stay a day or two. Maybe it was because of Ulrika. I could see 
a stream on my map, about a mile away and walked over there to fish in the 
evening. I didn't have to worry about the light. Up here to the north, it 
was only dark for an hour or two in the middle of the night. I caught a 
couple of small trout.

I got up early the next morning and had the trout for breakfast, grilled. It 
was too chilly to take a swim in the pool and I didn't want to go fishing 
either. For the fist time, I didn't know what to do. I wasn't bored, I just 
didn't really want to do anything, but I didn't get that much time to think 
about it.

I heard rustle and turned to see Ulrika coming.

"Good Morning. You're up bright an early,' I said.

"I just wanted to see if . . .'

She didn't finish the sentence, but I could guess what she was trying to 
say.

"I'm still here. Did you bring your bathing suit?"

She shook her head. "No. I . . . don't have one."

"I guess you don't need it out here," I said.

She shook her head timidly.

"Do you want me to take a walk while you take a swim?" I asked.

Ulrika considered my offer for a moment. Like yesterday, it was apparently 
very difficult for her to make up her mind. She'd been on my mind since 
yesterday and I was sure she wanted to skinny dip with me, maybe even more. 
She was just too shy to admit it to me and to herself. I figured it was 
better to give her a little more time.

"You could also show me the neighbourhood first," I suggested.

She nodded excited, but then calmed down a little.

"There's not much to show."

"Depends on what you're looking for. I mean, I'm not interested in the 
nearest disco or cinema. I'm here to enjoy the scenery and tranquillity. You 
must know some beautiful spots around here, right?" I said.

She smiled. She had a very cute smile indeed.

"This is the best spot," she said, then hastily added: "But I'll show you 
some of my other favourite spots if you'd like."

"Let's go then! You lead the way."

We walked for a couple of hours, looking at Ulrika's favourite spots, both 
when she was younger and those she preferred now. There was a lot to see. 
Picturesque rock formations, small creeks and gurgling stream. One of the 
streams formed a very small waterfall. It didn't look like much, but my 
interest grew when Ulrika told me that she sometimes had showered in the 
waterfall. I tried to picture her standing under the cold, falling water and 
it was a beautiful sight that formed in my inner eye.

It was getting very hot and thinking about her in the cold waterfall didn't 
cool me at all. I pulled my T-shirt off and put it casually over my shoulder 
as we walked back. I could see Ulrika staring at me, when she thought I 
didn't see it. Since I'd had the privilege of admiring her long, tanned legs 
and lovely back for most of the walk, I certainly didn't mind that she 
showed some interest in me.

"So, does you mother expect you home for lunch? You can eat with me if you 
want to," I said.

"No, I can stay out until dinner. She's used to that. I don't think she 
thinks I'd ever meet anybody out here."

"You're free to go as you please and bathe in the pool and whatever?" I 
asked.

"Yes, but mom would probably be very upset if she knew I was swimming around 
. . . nude."

She blushed as she said it. Actually, it didn't take much to make her blush.

"Why on earth would your mom be bothered about that? You're all alone!"

"It's a sin to show yourself nude," she said.

"Oh, so she's religious. Guess it's a sin to talk to me as well, right?" I 
said.

"I think so. I mean, I don't think so, but mom and dad do. If it were up to 
them, I wouldn't go to school. They would teach me at home. They don't want 
me to meet boys or even other girls. They are so afraid that other people 
will have a bad influence on me."

Ulrika sounded very annoyed, just like yesterday, when we talked about going 
places.

"Do you think that your friends from school have a bad influence on you?" I 
asked.

"No . . . maybe. I mean, I don't think I believe in god the same way that 
mom and dad do. I don't think he's so strict, you know. All the other kids 
are allowed to be together and have fun. It's not like they are drinking or 
doing drugs or things like that. They . . . can do things that I can't do 
and they know a lot more, you know about . . . things."

"That's why you became so embarrassed, when you saw me come out of the water 
yesterday. You've never seen a man before?" I asked.

Ulrika hesitated a little before she answered.

"No," she whispered.

We walked in silence for a while. Not only was she living out here in the 
middle of nowhere, but on top of that, her parents tried keeping her away 
from other people as well. I didn't know what to say. I felt sorry for her 
but I couldn't really do much about it. I mean, I couldn't go down and talk 
to her parents or anything like that.

"Do your friends treat you nice? In school and such?" I asked her.

"They do. My best friend tells me . . . a lot of things. That's good, 
because I know then but it also makes me . . . a little sad sometimes. To 
think of all the things I miss and only hear about," she said.

"I'm really sorry for you. I mean, it must be terrible to be locked up like 
that. Don't you ever consider running away?"

"No. There was this girl in the congregation who ran away. To Gothenburg. 
She ended up on the streets as a . . . whore and she became addicted to 
drugs. She died from an overdose. I don't want to end up like her. When I'm 
eighteen, I can decide for myself and want to go to the university. I'm good 
in school. Dad doesn't want me to, but when I'm eighteen, he can't stop me. 
I can get a scholarship and share an apartment with Gunilla. She's my best 
friend. It's only one more year and I don't want to blow it all now."

"That sounds very wise. I'm sure you'll be a lot happier that way," I said.

We reached the pool soon after. Ulrika was very quiet and I could understand 
why. I just didn't know what to say to cheer her up. I began to prepare 
lunch for us with Ulrika following my every move.

I served the boiled, fried food with fresh herbs and we ate in silence. I 
didn't have a full service for two, so we had to share my plastic dish. 
Ulrika had the fork and I ate with the spoon.

When we had finished eating, we washed the plate and cutlery in the pool. 
Suddenly, Ulrika splashed some water at me. I splashed water at her. One 
thing led to another and suddenly Ulrika lost her balance and fell into the 
water. I tried to grab her, but I couldn't hold her. The result was 
predictable: me on top of Ulrika in the pool.

Her head was pushed under and she came up, huffing and puffing. She didn't 
waste time to get her breath back. As soon as she was out from under me, she 
threw herself at me and pushed me under.

She was giggling excitedly, when I resurfaced, her eyes full of 
anticipation. I waded towards her and she back away, giggling even more.

"So, you did have a bathing suit after all," I joked.

I lunged forward but I missed her arm. Instead, my hand caught the leg of 
her shorts. It wasn't my intention to try to undress her, but when she let 
herself fall backwards to escape me, her shorts were pulled down over her 
hips. I let go immediately.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to . . ."

Ulrika pulled up her shorts and looked down timidly.

"You're . . . nice. If we . . . I mean, I've got to dry my clothes before I 
go home.' She bit her lip.

"If we take off our clothes then . . . you won't rape me or anything, will 
you?

I was shocked at first that she even could think that I would rape her, but 
then I thought about what her parents might have told her about men.

"No, of course not. I'll even take a walk while you dry your clothes, if you 
don't want me to see you nude."

Ulrika stared at her own hand, moving in the water.

"You're so nice. Not like . . ." She took a deep breath. "We were on a 
school trip in the spring. For once, my teacher had managed to convince my 
parents that I had to go along. Gunilla had fixed me up with one of the boys 
from my class and . . . When we were alone, he was suddenly all over me, 
kissing and all and I got so scared. I mean, he . . . I didn't want it that 
way. You know, he was so fast and . . . I panicked and ran. You're so . . . 
considerate."

I thought about it for a second.

"You were with him, because you wanted to, you know, be with him, right. I 
mean, he though you wanted it, didn't he?" I asked.

"Yes, but . . . He was all over me right away."

"If you hadn't told me about your parents and all, I might have thought as 
he did and thought that you wanted me to pull your shorts off just now. I 
mean, I only stopped because you had told me how . . . you were brought up," 
I said.

"But he knew too and he wasn't gentle at all," Ulrika protested.

"I don't know, maybe he didn't think the same way I do. He knew you and 
didn't think much about it. Perhaps Gunilla had told him that you wanted to. 
It's so easy to misunderstand each other."

"Gunilla would never! Why do you defend him?"

"I'm not defending him. I'm just trying to explain why it happened. Don't 
get upset, I just want you to understand that sometimes your body say 
something different than your mouth and a boy may interpret what your body 
say and thinks that's what you really mean. Get it?" I said.

Ulrika continues to stare at her hand in the water.

"When you came back today and kind of, you know, acted like you did, I was 
sure you wanted to, you know, do something. When you told me about yourself, 
I thought that maybe you didn't really know what you wanted. We talked 
about, you know, rape and young people in school and, you know, it's often 
because the girl acts like she wants to and then when she says no, the boy 
is kind of not thinking straight any more. We boys have to learn that a girl 
can regret, but girls also have to learn how their body language works on 
boys and not act like they want to do something they don't want to when it 
comes down to it."

"But I do want to . . ." Ulrika whispered. "I just don't . . ."

She stopped in the middle of the sentence. The drops that formed on her 
cheeks were not water from the pool.

"Please, don't cry. It's ok," I said.

I put my arm around her shoulder and helped her out of the water. We sat 
down and she buried her face in my neck. It was difficult for me to imagine 
how her life was, but I felt really sorry for her.

It took her a while to calm down again. A lot of thoughts ran through my 
mind. I was very pleased that I'd taken off my boots before I ended up in 
the pool. It would take some time to dry them out, had they been soaked. 
Ulrika was wearing sandals and they would dry quickly in the sun.

Finally, Ulrika raised her hand.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled.

"It's ok."

She dried her eyes with the back of her hand and tried to smile.

"I better get out of this and hang it up to dry."

She tried to sound determined as she said it, but didn't really succeed.

"Tell you what; I'll turn my back and you can take it off and slip into the 
water. Then we can swim a little and see how you feel about it, OK?"

She hesitated but then she nodded. I turned around. I could hear her pull 
the wet clothes off and then step into the water.

"You . . . you can turn around now."

Her voice was a little insecure. I turned and looked at her. The reflections 
in the water made it impossible for me to see anything but her head. 
Suddenly I felt a little timid, taking my clothes off. Not that there was so 
much to taken off. It was ridiculous. Several girls had seen me naked and I 
couldn't really understand why Ulrika made me feel this way. I still don't 
understand it.

I quickly got over my shyness and peeled off my wet shorts and underwear. 
Ulrika tried to look the other way, but her curiosity got the better of her 
and I could see her peeking at me from the corner of her eye. I slipped into 
the water but kept a few feet distance between us. The reflections till 
prevented me from seeing the part of her that was under the water.

Ulrika giggled shyly.

"It's a lot better without clothes on, isn't it?" I asked.

She replied by splashing water at me. Once again we engaged in a water 
fight. I didn't try to move closer or grab her, but left the initiative to 
her. As I expected, she soon began to move closer to me and try to grab my 
hands. I let her get hold of my left hand and kept splashing water on her 
with my right.

Ulrika's tits were quite big and literally the most prominent part of her. 
She tried to get hold of my right hand too and in doing so, she ended up 
brushing her breasts against my chest. She gasped and froze for a second. 
Then she looked tentatively at me. I just smiled.

She intensified her efforts to catch my right hand. Our bodies rubbed 
against one another. The effect on me was predictable and my cock brushed 
against her several time without her noticing. It wasn't until she tried to 
catch my hand under the water and grabbed my cock instead that she realised 
what it was. She let go of it as if she had been burned. Her face turned 
crimson.

"S-sorry," she stuttered.

"Don't be sorry all the time. It's ok," I said.

The fighting stopped. Ulrika was still holding my left hand and maybe I 
pulled her a little closer. She didn't resist if I did, but came closer 
until we were as close as we could get.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked.

She nodded. Our lips meet, lightly at first, but the second time, I let my 
lips linger at hers and opened them a little. The tip of my tongue darted 
cautiously between her lips and she got the message. Little by little, she 
opened her mouth and our tongues began to play.

We broke the kiss and looked at each other. This kiss was unlike any kiss I 
had ever experienced before. I can't tell you why, but I was panting and 
excited the same way that Ulrika was.

She let go of my hands and put her arms around my neck. We kissed deeply and 
now that my hands were free, I began to caress her back. I must admit that 
in the heat of it all, I forgot myself a little and caressed her buttocks. 
She stiffened for a second but relaxed before I could move my hands away 
from her cheeks.

We could both touch bottom but I was a little taller than Ulrika was and she 
was only just her head above water. I grabbed her buttocks and lifted her up 
a little. By reflex, she wrapped her legs around me. My cock was caught 
between us and as far as I could sense, it was pressed against her pussy. I 
was pretty sure, actually, because she let out a gasp and pressed herself 
harder against me.

Ulrika began to rock slowly back and forth. Just a fraction of an inch each 
way, more like she was pressing herself against my cock rhythmically. She 
was breathing heavily through her nose. I broke the kiss and looked deep 
into her blue eyes.

"How about getting up on dry land? We can lie in my tent. My sleeping bag is 
soft and I've put a layer of leaves and moss under it," I asked.

Ulrika just nodded but she didn't let go of me. I carried her through the 
water, but when we reached the brink, I had to let go of her. I didn't dare 
carry her over the sometimes slippery rocks. Reluctantly she let go of me 
too and put down her feet.

Her eyes dropped immediately, not so much because she was shy but to look at 
the thing she had rubbed against. Not that I was less curious. I couldn't 
help looking at her big tits. We stood there for a second, staring at each 
other before I took her hand and led her up to the tent. We didn't bother 
with a towel or anything. It was very warm now and I for one was very hot. I 
lay down on the sleeping bag and pulled Ulrika down next to me. Suddenly, 
she was stiff as a board.

"Don't be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you."

I brushed a hair away from her face and smiled reassuringly at her. She 
tried to relax, I could see that, but it was difficult.

"I don't know what to do," she whispered.

"Just do whatever you want."

She was lying flat on her back.

"I think I want to kiss you again," Ulrika giggled.

"It's easier if I kiss you," I joked, trying to make the situation more 
relaxed for both of us.

I leaned over her, putting my hand on her soft tummy. We kissed for a long 
time and my hand slowly moved up to her right breast. It was more than a 
handful, very soft and smooth. She tensed a little, but didn't break the 
kiss. I just held her breast until she relaxed again. Then I broke the kiss 
and looked at her.

She had closed her eyes and was panting.

"Are you scared," I asked.

"A little."

"I promise I'm not going to rape you or force myself upon you. You can stop 
me any time, if I do something that you don't like. Just relax and enjoy 
it."

I looked down over her body. Her breasts were pale and I could see the blue 
veins. The pink area around the nipples was very big. Her tummy looked like 
it was lined with silk. Farther down, her mound showed prominently, covered 
with reddish hairs. Her legs were pressed tight together and she was very 
tense.

"Relax," I whispered.

Ulrika tried to take a deep breath but it didn't help much. I pulled her 
closer to me and kiss her brow. I brushed my finger very gently over her 
nipple, making her gasp. She squirmed, pressing her thighs tighter together 
as I continue to caress her nipple.

"Relax," I whispered again.

She tried to get her breathing under control. A quote from the bible came to 
me: "The lamb and the lion shall lie down together" or something like that. 
Well, if this was anything like that, the lamb wasn't going to get much 
sleep. Maybe I should stop here, maybe I should give her more time, but even 
though I tried to be mature and considerate, the situation did affect me and 
my way of thinking, too.

I let go of her breast and moved my hand down to her tummy, moving my hand 
around in small circles. Slowly, I moved lower and lower until I felt her 
silky hairs. I let my hand linger for a second before I moved it down to her 
thigh.

Ulrika was breathing in short gasps, her mouth wide open and her eyes 
closed. Every time my hand brushed over her mound she squirmed a little but 
she didn't try to stop me. I assumed that she liked it. This was what she 
wanted.

I began to concentrate on her mound. My fingers playing with the silky 
hairs, touching the top of her succulent lips. She kept the thighs tight 
together and left me no room to venture farther down. I was whispering to 
her to relax and enjoy, but it had no effect whatsoever. She was tense and 
anxiously, her mind refusing to let go.

I leaned over her and kissed her nipple. A whimper escaped her and she 
raised her hips, pressing against my finger. "Finally", I thought to myself 
and sucked her nipple into my mouth. At the same time, I tried to push my 
finger down between her thighs, pressing it against the top of her lips.

Ulrika spread her legs a little bit and my finger slipped into the hot 
wetness of her pussy. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stay still 
and quiet any longer. Whimpering and shuddering, she began to spread her 
legs more, grinding herself against my finger. Her hands grabbed the 
sleeping bag and she crammed it in her fist as if she was afraid to fall 
off.

I don't think I'd ever experienced anything erotic that was as arousing as 
the sight and sound of Ulrika. On a conscious level, she knew what was 
happening, but the strong emotions she was experiencing physically were new 
to her and probably scared her. Yet, she couldn't fight them, no matter how 
hard she tried.
Her body was defying her mind and she was overpowered by something she 
hadn't tried before.

Her orgasm tore away the last piece of control. Her hips bucked and she 
pressed her thighs tightly together, trapping my hand between them. It 
sounded almost like she was drowning and could only get her head over water 
for a few seconds, before she went down again. It was so erotic and so very 
beautiful.

She fell back on the sleeping bag, limp and finally relaxed. I pulled her 
close to me, cuddling her while she calmed down. She turned to her side and 
put her arms around me and nestled her head in my neck. When I think back, I 
still wonder how I could be so relaxed after such a strong, sexually 
arousing experience. But I just wanted to hold her.

We feel asleep in each other's arms. I don't know what time it was when we 
dose off, but Ulrika woke with a start and sat up, confused and scared.

"Where . . . what time is it?"

I looked at my watch. I was please to see that it had survived that bath 
earlier.

"It's two o'clock," I replied.

Ulrika relaxed a little and lay back. Then it was as if she suddenly 
realised that she was naked and panicked again. She tried to cover herself 
with her hands. She looked at me and saw that I was naked too. It took a few 
seconds for her confusion to wear off.

"Don't be scared," I said, trying to comfort her. "It's ok."

Ulrika blushed all the way down to her tits. I think she was remembering 
what happened before we fell asleep. I remembered too and my cock reacted 
immediately. I was lying on my back and it stood up like a flagpole. Ulrika 
stared at it.

I took her hand that was still covering her crotch and gently guided it 
towards my cock. Reluctantly, she touched the skin with the tip of her index 
finger. The light touch made my cock jerk and she pulled back her hand as if 
she had been burned.

"It's okay," I said.

Tentatively, she touched it again, this time brushing her finger along the 
shaft. It jerked again, but this time it made her giggle. One part of me 
wanted her to grab it and make me come, but watching her innocent tentative 
exploration was actually much more fascinating.

I let her explore at her own pace. Her fingertip traced every part of my 
cock and balls and her nervous giggle was soon replaced by intense 
concentration. Finally, she put her hand around the shaft and looked up at 
me, questioningly.

"Move it up and down," I guided her.

She did, but her grip was too loose.

"Hold it tighter."

She tightened her grip a little and slowly pulled down the foreskin. Again, 
she looked up at me to see if I approved. Oh boy, did I ever?

"That's right. Move it up and down. A little tighter . . . that's it, 
faster."

Ulrika followed my directions with great care and it felt unbearably good. 
Being alone in the deep forests for three weeks was probably making it even 
better. Ulrika raised herself, resting on her elbow to get a better view. 
Her hand instinctively moved up and down faster and faster.

I stared at her hand and then her jiggling tits. Getting jerked off by a 
girl would normally be second or third, but this was unlike anything I'd 
felt and seen before. I wanted it to last and I held back but, to no avail. 
I was overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of her hand and began to send 
jets of cum up in the air. Ulrika stopped and stared.

"Don't stop," I managed to gasp.

Ulrika resumed her pumping and several jets of cum splashed up on the roof 
of the tent and over my stomach before I was drained. I put my hand on 
Ulrika's wrist to stop her.

"God, that was so good," I gasped.

Ulrika smiled and looked very happy, almost proud.

"Was that . . . you know the stuff that can make me pregnant?" she asked.

"Yes, but don't worry. It has to get inside you for you to get pregnant."

"I'm not that ignorant," she replied. "My parents couldn't prevent me from 
participating in the sexual education classes."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound patronising,"

I got up on my elbows and looked around. Ulrika began to giggle.

"What a mess," she giggled.

She was right. There was cum on my stomach, on the tent and on the sleeping 
bag. There was even a glob in her hair. I took a bit of toilet paper from 
the roll I had brought with me and began to clean myself. Ulrika took some 
paper too and began to clean the tent.

The temperature in the tent was high and we were sweaty.

"How about another swim, Ulrika?"

"What time is it?"

"It's half past two, almost. How do you know what time it is, when I'm not 
around?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess I can feel it. You make me loose track of time," she 
said and blushed.

"Well, shall we?"

"Okay. There'll be time enough for my hair to dry."

We stayed in the water for a long time, playing and teasing each other. Out 
lips were blue and we were shivering from cold but we didn't notice until we 
finally had to get out. I put the sleeping bag and a towel out in the sun 
and we cuddled and caressed until Ulrika's hair was dry and she had to go 
home.

"Will . . . will you still be here tomorrow?" Ulrika asked.

"I will. I can stay one more day, but then I have to head for home. I have a 
train ticket and I have to be on the train the day after tomorrow at the 
latest. I think I can make it, if I leave early."

Ulrika suddenly looked sad. I kissed her brow.

"Don't be sad. Tomorrow hasn't even started yet," I said.

Ulrika tried to smile.

"I'll be here early," she said and disappeared between the trees.


I felt happy and sad at the same time. Ulrika was so sweet and I couldn't 
wait till the morning, but as much as I wanted the time to pass quickly, I 
also felt a surge in my stomach, thinking about my departure. I didn't want 
to go back but I had to. Lying in my sleeping bag, I hardly heard the sounds 
from the forest. I kept thinking of Ulrika.

I think I had a lot of lovely dreams that night. Pity I can't remember them. 
The last one was about her, sitting outside my tent, looking in at me 
through the mosquito net. I opened my eyes and saw that it wasn't a dream; 
she was there, smiling timidly at me.

"Good morning," she said.

"Eh, good morning."

I woke surprisingly fast, compared to how long I usually took to get ready 
to leave the sac. I crawled out of the tent.

"I just need to go brush my teeth and go behind the bushes, you know. Join 
me in the water?" I asked.

"Yes," Ulrika exclaimed excited.

Then she blushed shyly when she realised how obvious her excitement was. 
After I had brushed my teeth and returned from the bushes, she was still 
fully dressed. We had done it all just yesterday, but it was as if the same 
barriers had to be broken down one more time. I didn't say anything, just 
peeled off my underwear. Ulrika timidly turned her back to me and began 
taking her clothes off.

I slipped into the water and pretended to look the other way, secretly 
peeking at her while she undressed. She was beautiful, so beautiful. It 
didn't take her long to take her clothes off. Anxiously, she looked over her 
shoulder to see if I was looking at her. I don't think she noticed. She 
turned and quickly submerged her body in the water.

We played in the water until Ulrika's shyness had worn off. She was relaxed 
and excited when we got out of the water. I'd spread out my sleeping bag on 
a mossy patch, unzipping it completely and unfolding it like a blanket. It 
was nice and soft to lie on and our freedom of movement wasn't restricted 
like it was in the small tent.

Ulrika didn't try to cover herself but still she seemed anxious and tense as 
we lay down on the blanket.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm still not going to abuse you," I said, playfully.

"I know, but . . . I want to . . ."

She hesitated and bit her lip. It was apparently very hard for her to say 
what she wanted to say. She took a deep breath.

"I want to make love to you. I want to have you inside me."

She said it very rapidly and looked me straight in the eyes, blushing but 
determined. It caught me by surprise in more than one way.

"I . . . Are you sure it's a good idea. I mean, I haven't brought any 
protection with me and I don't think your parents would be very happy, if 
you got pregnant. Actually, I think it's the worst thing that can happen." I 
said.

"No. I mean yes, it would be terrible but . . . when Gunilla planned this 
meeting with the guy, she . . . gave me some condoms. I kept them in a safe 
place and . . ."

She reached over for her clothes and shuffled around in the pile until she 
found what she was looking for: three condoms. She bit her poor lip again as 
she handed them to me. Her hand was shaking. Doing this had probably cost 
her a lot of worries and taken all her courage. I took her hand and folded 
it around the condoms.

"Ulrika, Are you sure? I mean, in your circles I assume that a girl is 
supposed to protect her virginity until she is married."

"My maidenhead is already gone. I slipped once, when I was mounting a horse 
and landed on a fence. It hurt a lot and there was some blood, so mom 
decided to call the doctor. He examined me, you know down there, and told 
mom that I was fine but I was no longer a virgin. Mom was really upset about 
it. I didn't really understand why back then, but I think mom got so upset 
because the doctor said that it would save me some pain later. She almost 
threw him out."

Ulrika giggled as she said the part about her mom. Then she got serious 
again.

"Can we do it?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "I'd love to do it."

I pulled her close and kiss her, but she broke the kiss quickly.

"You'll have to put one on," she said.

"I will. Just take it easy and let us touch each other a little first. If I 
just enter you now, you . . . it might not feel good. I mean, I want you to 
be, you know part of it, too."

It sounded awfully clumsy, but I didn't know how to put it. I still wasn't 
sure how much she really knew about sex. It didn't sound like her sex-ed had 
included foreplay.

Ulrika relaxed as much as one can when you're about to make love for the 
first time. She was more relaxed than yesterday and she enjoyed my touches 
visibly. Her hips rotated when I began to caress her crotch and she moaned 
and whimpered quite loudly, compared to yesterday. After a while, she began 
to touch me, too.

We kissed; tenderly with out tongues playing at first, then gradually the 
kiss became craving and out tongues explored deep in each other's mouths. 
Ulrika was surprising active, her hands all over me. It made it much more 
exciting to me, both because I like the girl to be active and because it 
made me sure she wanted this as much as I did. Maybe more.

When I pulled away to put the condom on, Ulrika moaned disappointed. God, I 
hated condoms. I usually didn't have to use them much. Most of the girls I'd 
been with were on the pill. I didn't want to put the condom on as soon as I 
got naked because I wanted "real" feeling of skin on skin. Putting it on, 
just before it was needed meant that we had to stop caressing while I put it 
on. It was a no win situation, but unfortunately necessary.

Ulrika watched my every move as I put on the condom. That didn't make it 
easier, but I managed to get it on without tearing it. I motioned her to 
spread her legs more before I placed myself between them and rubbed my cock 
up and down through her slit a couple of times to make the condom slippery.

I position the head in the right spot and looked her deep in the eyes.

"Are you ready?" I whispered.

She looked at me with her big, blue eyes wide open.

"Yes."

Very cautiously, I began to sink into her. Ulrika anxiously held her breath 
and put her hands on my stomach as if she was afraid I would do it too fast. 
Slowly and steadily, I sank in deeper and deeper. Ulrika gasped and looked 
down.

"It's . . . it feels so . . ." she gasped.

I paused and waited for her to finish the sentence, in case she felt 
uncomfortable. She obviously didn't. Her hands, which had been holding me 
back, gripped my sides and pulled me closer. In one last push I entered her 
fully. Just as I did, she exhaled and it sounded like it had knocked the air 
out of her. In a way I probably did.

This was not even close to be the first time I had sex with a girl, but I 
had the same, anxious and excited feeling as I did the first time. This 
feeling of crossing a border, trying something new, something unknown. 
Ulrika made me feel this way. Her surprised gasp when I entered her, the 
blurred, excited look in her eyes as we began to move together. It all made 
me feel like this was my first time, too.

Time stood still, but we moved on, working each other up higher and higher. 
She had closed her eyes and she moved her hips instinctively, meeting my 
body. Her orgasm was quiet. She tensed arching her back, stretched her legs 
and whimpered quietly. It looked very intense. Her clit was squeezed between 
us again and pushed her over the top. I wanted to come with her and lunged 
harder and faster into her.

She pulled up her legs again and crossed them behind my back, spurring me. 
It became a short, rough ride towards my climax. I was still resting on my 
hands, hovering over her and watching her breast bounce with every thrust. 
It felt wonderful, despite the condom.

When I came, my arms were already trembling and they could no longer hold 
me. I covered her sweating body with mine and we kissed deeply, trying to 
catch our breath at the same time. Breathing through our noses, we must have 
sounded like steam engines on overdrive.

We stayed like that until I could feel my cock shrink and I had to pull out. 
We were both very warm and sticky. We took a swim again, but this time we 
didn't play and tease each other. Our touching was tenderly and loving.

When we got back up and I looked at my clock, it was only nine in the 
morning. I didn't know exactly how long it was since Ulrika woke me, but I 
had a feeling that it was a couple of hours.

"You're really up bright and early," I said, showing her my watch.

"Uhhuh. You said you would be leaving tomorrow," Ulrika said.

A flash of sadness passed her face.

"Yeah, I have to. My train ticket."

After a moments silence, I said:

"We'll have all day to enjoy ourselves. What should we do?"

"Everything!" she answered eagerly.

I think it came out differently from what she'd planned. She blushed and 
looked down after she'd said it. I didn't say anything, but I couldn't help 
smiling a little.

"I mean, I might never see you again," she whispered.

I could see how the tears were filling her eyes. I felt a knot form in my 
stomach. She was right and I felt the same. I wanted to stay with her, but I 
know it wasn't possible.

"Come now. You don't want to spend the day crying, do you? Let's make the 
best of it."

"Yes," Ulrika sniffled.

She didn't sound as convincing as she wanted to. It was hard to shake off 
and I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. We stood like that 
a couple of minutes.

"Feeling better?" I asked when she looked up at me.

"Yes."

It was already hot. The forest preserved the heat. You could really feel it 
at night and it also meant that it became hot very quickly in the morning. 
We decided to take a walk. Ulrika knew an open spot higher up, where the air 
would be cooler and there also were some nice views of the landscape. We 
walked and talked for a couple of hours. We didn't talk about anything in 
particular. When we got back, it was time to get something to eat and after 
lunch we dosed off for an hour or so in the shade. All this was a part of 
"everything".

Of course, "everything" also included using another condom. We had taken 
another bath, when we woke up hot and sweating. Afterwards, we lay down 
naked on the sleeping back and enjoyed each other. Ulrika was very active 
now, almost frantic and I had to slow her down and get her to prolong it and 
enjoy it.

She wanted to try everything and we tried to do it like the animals on the 
farm, with her on all fours and me entering her from behind. She felt I was 
too far away in this position, so we tried with her on top of me. That was 
much better. She could see and feel me and I her.

We made love for almost two hours. We were both very satisfied and very 
exhausted after that. Ulrika stayed as long as she could, but eventually the 
time came when she had to go. She cried. I guess I cried a little too, but I 
don't think she saw it. Even now, I don't want to think about it. It hurt. I 
gave her my phone number and address. When she moved to Gothenburg, she 
could call me. For me to call her was out of the question.

I didn't sleep very well that night. I woke several times to look at my 
watch. I had to get an early start to be sure to make it and I was afraid 
that I would sleep too long. Around six, I woke again. I wasn't really awake 
when I looked at my watch. I could hear something moving around outside. It 
could be anything from a mouse to a moose. A moose could be very quiet until 
it had to move fast. Then it sounded and felt like an earthquake.

I was still half asleep when I suddenly heard the zipper in the tent door 
unzip. I stared at the tent door, confused and I guess with a bit of fright. 
I mean, I had just woken and I surely wasn't expecting anybody. How stupid 
can one be?

In the early morning light, I saw Ulrika kneeling in front of me, pulling 
the tent door aside. She was naked and looked nervously at me. I must have 
looked frightened or something.

"I'm . . . I'm sorry. I just had to . . .," she said.

"Oh . . . I mean, come on in."

Christ, what a stupid thing to say. It didn't matter, though. I don't think 
either of us paid any attention to what was said. I tried to unzip the 
sleeping bag, but the zipper got stuck. Ulrika had to help me. Giggling, we 
got it opened and she snuggled up close to me, as close as she could get.

Her skin felt cool. Smooth and cool. We didn't say anything for a long time.

"I just wanted to see you one more time. Are you mad at me? Do you have to 
leave right now?"

"Of course I'm not mad at you. I dreamt about you and you where there. What 
time is it?"

"Five, half past five I think"

"Won't your parents be suspicious when you're up that early?" I asked.

The last thing I wanted was her angry father finding us together.

"No. I sometimes do that," she said.

Silence again, for a while.

"When do you have to leave?"

"I better get started packing around seven. I have a long walk ahead of me. 
Maybe if I'm lucky, I can get a ride if I find a road with some traffic. But 
around seven. Half past seven at the latest," I said.
I was surprised to see Ulrika smile happily. She saw my puzzled gaze.

"I wanted to get up at 4, but I overslept and I was afraid you would be gone 
or have to go at six," she explained.

"I would have stayed, even if it meant that I'd had to run all the way to 
catch the train."

The rest was predictable. We kissed and caressed each other, getting more 
and more excited. The first time we had done it in the tent, we had been 
much more quite and only moved very little. This time, we kept bumping into 
the sides of the tent and that made it funnier. We laughed at lot. I guess 
it was a way of keeping away the thought of the inevitable goodbye.

We still had the last condom.

"Do you want to try putting it on?" I asked.

"I've never tried it. What if I ruin it?"

"I'll tell you how," I reassured her.

Giggling, she put it on and lay down next to me with her legs spread, 
waiting for me to get on top. Instead, I made her lift her left leg and 
moved up close to her from the side. I could caress her and kiss her while 
we made love and it felt closer this way.

It was so intense. I'd never experienced anything as intense before or 
after. It was the last chance we had to make love and it just had to be 
good. It was good. Not the orgasm, not because we did anything special but 
because it was us, out there in the forest. Because it was what we both 
wanted and because we both knew it would be something we were going to 
remember always.

When she came, she put her hand over mine, pressing it hard against her 
clit. She kept whimpering and pushed up hard against me. It was intense, 
that's the only way I can describe it. I looked at her face. She was crying. 
Crying in the middle of her orgasm. I was about to come, but seeing her cry 
distracted me. For a second, I was afraid I was hurting her. My fingers were 
squeezing her clit hard and I was going really hard and deep into her, 
hitting her cervix. I slowed down a little. Ulrika reacted immediately.

"Nooo, come on," she cried.

I did and the disruption increased my stamina. I continued for longer than I 
had ever dreamed I would be able to. I wanted it to last. It felt so good 
but not just physically. There was a bond between us and, making love tied 
us together closer than anything else.

It was wonderful while it, or rather I, lasted, but it had to end. We lay 
close together, panting and sweating. Ulrika hid her head in my neck. I 
couldn't' tell if she was crying still or just panting. When she looked up 
at me again, she was smiling.

We didn't really talk very much. We took a swim and she helped me pack. 
Neither of us wanted to say goodbye. She followed me the first part of the 
way through the woods to the road to town, but then we couldn't postpone it 
any longer. It was a sad goodbye with a lot of tears. That's not what I want 
to remember, even though I can't quite forget it.

When I sat in the train, I seriously thought about getting off at the first 
stop and go back, but it was a long way to the first stop and I had time to 
think things over. Summer wouldn't last and I couldn't live in the 
wilderness for a year. It was just not possible.

I hoped to hear from Ulrika again. When the year had passed and school began 
again, I waited by the phone every day and eagerly opened the mail. But she 
never phoned or wrote. On the train home, I realised that I only knew her 
first name. Even if I wanted, there was no way I could find her. At one 
time, I was considering going back and looking her up, in case she was still 
living with her parents, but I never had the courage to do it. I still 
regret it and sometimes, I plan to go back. But it's over twenty years ago 
now and things will be very different.

But I will never forget her.





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