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The first of two, so far, stories with these characters. The second is
'Incidents of Taylor'. Already posted to Storiesonline, but naturally I
have to share here.

Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too

by Invid Fan

   Ah, pissing in the woods at night. How he missed camping.

   Fred kept his aim at the base of the tree, and looked up into the
night sky. He couldn't see much through the branches and leaves, but
thought he saw a piece of the little dipper. No, wait, he was looking
at the wrong part of the sky. If only Lisa...
   He closed his eyes and lowered his head. Wrong thought.
   The entire point of this, after all, was to... well, he hadn't figured
that out yet. Sighing, Fred opened his eyes again and stared at the
tree bark in front of him as his yellow stream slowly petered out. He
missed Lisa. It hadn't been three weeks yet, but the throbbing pain of
her loss already felt like it had been a part of him for a lifetime.
And it would be there for the rest of his. 
   Well, at least the midnight pissing was over for the evening. He
gave his dick a couple shakes, then stuck it back into his underwear.
Time to stumble back to the tent and get some sleep. Fred glanced
around, his night vision once again confirming what an awesome camp
site he had chosen. It had looked interesting on the map, as he had
studied his possible options before setting out alone on the week long
canoe trip into the rivers and lakes of the state park. A 40 yard
outcrop into a long, winding lake, as he had approached after a long
day's paddling the 12 year old in him had practically leaped for joy.
With the six foot high cliffs around it, apart from the small landing
beach and path up to a small clearing, it looked like a perfect place
for a fort. Drag over logs to create a battlement and he could defend
it from all takers! Bwahahahaha!
   Smiling, he started to move... when he heard the splash. It was to the
right, the opposite side from his beached canoe... there was another
splash, and another... someone, or something... was swimming out there. Or
at least that's what it sounded like. Sound carried, so it probably
wasn't that close. But, it was past midnight. Who, or what would be out
on the lake? Maybe a bear, making its way across? He gripped his
flashlight, which he hadn't bothered using on this late night
excursion, testing its heft. OK, that wasn't a good plan. 
   What if it was a person? Who would be swimming... towards him. It
seemed to get slightly louder, although there were pauses in the sound
so it was hard to compare the splashes. Almost like someone was
resting.
   Fred suddenly felt a chill not due to the night air go through his
underwear clad body. There had been that scream. He had been in the
middle of dinner, and it had sounded like a woman was REALLY having fun
somewhere far over the lake. 
   Or been in horrible pain. The faint scream hadn't been repeated.
But... what if what he was hearing now, was the victim, fleeing, or the
murderer...
   Or it could just be a bear. Oh, what cheery options Fred's half
asleep mind was presenting to him. He'd best have a look. Carefully,
ever so glad he had at least put his sneakers on for this piss break,
he made his way through the sparse trees towards the waters edge. He
kept the light off, out of paranoia, and because he could see well
enough regardless. The moon was up and half full, giving more then
enough light. One stubbed toe later his feet came to the edge of the
southern drop down to the lake. He grabbed on to a tree that rose up
next to him, and looked out.
   There was someone maybe a hundred yards away in the water.
   Tightening his grip, Fred leaned out and tried to make out details.
They had a life vest on, that was certain. Looked like long hair, but
that was hard to judge. And, anyways, serial killers could have long
hair. Fred shook his head to get that thought out of there. This was
serious. He/she wasn't swimming directly for his camp site, but
someplace farther to the left. And they were tired. He could tell that
at once. They had been out there a long time, and were in bad shape.
   Fred raised his gaze and swept it over the lake. He didn't see a
capsized boat anywhere behind the mystery swimmer, or anyone else. He
thought again of that single scream. If someone was fleeing for their
life, they might try something as insane as crossing the lake. He had
to do something. Something to draw their attention, but take into
account they might not want to be found by certain people (and might be
half asleep and scared to death). Looking down, he saw a straight seven
foot drop into jagged rocks, but to the left was a slightly more gentle
way down with hand holds, and a foot of shore before the waters edge.
Quickly moving over, he gave his hasty plan one more review then turned
on his light.
   He aimed the beam just ahead of the swimmer's head, then quickly
turned it off. The splashing stopped, and he thought he saw the dark
blob on the lake turn towards him. He flashed the light two more times,
then aimed the beam down at a spot below his feet and left it on. If
they wanted help, there was the beacon. 
   There was silence for 10 seconds, then the splashing resumed (with
more vigor he thought) and the shape started moving towards him. OK,
time for phase two.

   Leaving the flashlight wedged into some branches still aimed at the
landing zone, Fred raced through the dark to the campsite. It was only
maybe 30 yards away, but he had no idea how much time he had. Obviously
he could have taken his canoe out to try a rescue, but trying to pull
someone in who might not be able to help that much (or want to help)
would just result in both of them in the drink most likely. They'd just
have to make it in on their own.
   As he reached the clearing he stopped for a second to take stock.
The fire pit still had some smoke rising, so he quickly stirred up the
coals and tossed some dry logs on it. He'd need not just fire to warm
them but hot drink. Fred emptied one of the water jugs into a pot,
covered it and tossed it over the fire which was starting to come to
life. Then, into the three man dome tent he had used since scouts.
Flipping on the spare flashlight, he quickly put on a shirt and some
pants so he wasn't approaching them like a potential rapist, grabbed
two dry bath towels, then out again running back to the swimmer. 
   The mystery guest was barely 20 yards away. Fred half slid down to
the water, his sudden appearance causing them to momentarily pause
before continuing in. About ten feet away, their feet must have found
the bottom because she stood up and staggered the remaining distance.
   She was thin. Bone thin. Not exactly anorexic, at least at first
glance, but most likely he'd be able to count ribs once the life vest
was off. She was also short. As she came ashore she half threw herself
and half fell into him, her head barely coming up to his nipples as she
held on to his six foot frame for dear life. He held the towels in one
hand while the other went up to caress her wet head, her soaking body
pressing against him. 
   "Shhh, it's OK... you're going to be OK." He put his other arm around
her for a moment, then gently pushed her back slightly. She didn't
resist. He sensed all her resistance was gone. "I'm going to remove
your life jacket, then wrap you in some dry towels and take you to a
nice warm fire. OK?" He saw her nod, and quickly before she started to
interpret this as something unwontedly sexual he worked to pop the
fasteners open and let the life vest fall to the ground.
   She was wearing a bikini, probably dark blue, sexy while not being
slutty. He was right about the ribs, but it was clear this was her
natural weight. She almost looked 12 but the swell of her hips and the
nicely proportioned breasts marked her as at least a teen. The haunted
look in her eyes made her an adult. Fred wrapped the first towel around
her, sweeping her long brown hair up so it fell outside the towel
falling almost to her hips. Her hands clutched at the ends as he used
the other towel to dry her face and hair, the cool night air starting
to cause her to shiver.
   "It's OK... we're going to go to the fire now. We have to climb up
this little hill here, then it's about a minute walk to camp. You'll
have to use your hands to grab things on the way up, but I'll be right
behind to hold you if you need me. Wait..." Fred thought about the
logistics for a second. "... OK, I'll have to hold the towel as you climb
as it'll just fall off anyways." She nodded, and let go as he took it
back. He leaned down to also grab the life vest (no sense leaving
evidence of where she landed) then gave her a slight push in the small
of her back with his towel covered hand towards the path up. She still
had some strength left, as she easily pulled herself up to the top. A
moment later he was beside her, the trip having been a bit difficult
what with his hands full. He added to that load by grabbing the
flashlight, then once again put a towel around her. They had barely
taken two steps when she cried out, jumping back against him with one
bare foot raised in pain. Cursing, Fred decided his back had enjoyed
the easy life long enough and scooped the girl up in his arms. She was
light, but he was tired and he let out another curse. Her arms went
around his neck, easing things somewhat, and they made their way like
that to camp.

   Dumping the girl in the camping chair by the fire, Fred checked the
pot. The water was somewhat close to boiling, which was close enough.
He grabbed a mug, poured in a packet of hot chocolate, then added water
and handed it to her. She clutched at it, her body shaking, and took a
short sip. Then a longer one. Her eyes closed, and her whole body began
to relax. Nothing like some Swiss Miss to calm you down and remind you
of happier times. Fred poured his own cup, took a drink, then knelt
down beside her. He put a hand on her towel covered knee, and she
opened her eyes and looked at him.
   "My name's Fred," he said.
   "Taylor." Her voice was week, but the woman behind it was strong.
Her eyes met his, and she gave a sad smile. "Thank you."
   "Oh, you're welcome. You're just lucky I have a weak bladder." He
smiled back at her, then gave her knee a squeeze. "Most of this can
wait till morning, as I can tell you're about ready to collapse, but I
need to know a couple things now." Her smile faded, but she nodded.
"First, did your boat tip or something? Is there someone else in the
water who needs to be rescued?"
   Taylor shook her head, looking down at her hands.
   "Was that scream a few hours ago you?"
   Her eyes shot up to meet his, her mouth agape. 
   "I'll take that as a yes. It's OK. You're safe. If you're not hurt,
we'll deal with it in the morning." Taylor hunched her shoulders and
took a long swig of the hot chocolate.
   "I'm OK."
   "I know you're not, but what you need most is sleep."
   Fred put his mug down, stood, and went to the tent. Reaching inside
he pulled out his sleeping bag and tossed it down on a somewhat clear
space on the other side of the fire. 
   "You can have the tent. There's a mattress and a pillow, and one
blanket as well as another big towel I think. Feel free to raid my back
pack for a shirt or something to wear so you can get out of that wet
bathing suit." Fred sat down on the sleeping bag, and gave a big yawn.
   Taylor looked up at him for a few moments, various confused thoughts
going through her head. In the end she put down the mug, grabbed the
flashlight, and still clutching the towel around her went over to the
tent and bent down to enter. Once inside the flashlight clicked on and
the tent zipped shut.
   Fred let out his breath and put a hand to his temple. He didn't need
this. OK, a half naked woman falling into his camp could be seen as the
gods rewarding him after taking Lisa away, but right now he just wanted
sleep. He stood and moved the sleeping bag a bit, getting it off a
rock, then sat down again and took off his sneakers and socks. He
looked over at the tent, which was far enough from the fire to be
encased in darkness. The light inside glowed brightly, and he could see
the shadow of the girl behind the green nylon as she... removed her
bathing suit, and stretched. 
   "Oh, Lisa... what am I going to do."

****

   Taylor opened her eyes and saw green.
   It was a sort of mid range green, with light coming through it. She
contemplated the color, and the various light shadows that played
across her vision. Slowly, much slower then it should, a thought worked
its way up to the front of her attention: Where the fuck am I?
   She sat up, causing the blue thin blanket to fall off her chest and
into her lap. She was in a tent. That was obvious. It was a round dome,
big enough for three sleeping bags it looked like. At the moment there
was the inflatable mattress she was on, which seemed built for two, a
backpack to her left with scattered clothing around it, and some books
and her wet bathing suit next to her on the right. Seeing the bathing
suit caused Taylor to look down and notice that she was wearing an
oversized black t-shirt. Pulling out the front, besides confirming it
was all she was wearing, showed it had a Buffalo Sabres logo. Letting
go, she closed her eyes and thought.
   "Oh, shit... that happened." There were times when the young woman had
hoped it was all a dream. That she would wake up and be back in her
apartment, this stupid camping trip still a few days in the future or
just a silly fantasy. But, no... that had really happened, and she had
really run away... well, swum away, as if that could ever solve anything.
At least she was away from there. But, how would she face them at work,
and where was here anyways? For the first time she noticed the sound of
movement outside, and thought she smelled bacon. Food... quickly, like
the little girl she was so often mistaken for, Taylor scrambled onto
her hands and knees and crawled to the tent opening. Unzipping it a
bit, she looked out.
   He was sitting on a log next to the fire, giving her a look at his
profile as he used a long fork to turn over some bacon in a pan over
the flames. He was tall, she remembered that, maybe six foot. Brown
hair cut short, which strangely was grey around the temples. He didn't
seem to be that old, maybe 30. Average build, if a little over weight.
But strong... Taylor had alternated over her life between wanting to be
in charge and showing the world she could take it on regardless of her
size, and just wanting a hulking man to take her. The last had caused
most of her dating problems, as the jerks she found couldn't handle it
when the self reliant part of her came to the fore. But last night,
when he carried her... Taylor shivered. He hadn't been dominating her. He
had been... taking care of her. That was new.
   "Bacon is ready." Taylor jumped at the sound of his voice, then
cursed as her left leg landed on a loose sock and slipped out from
under her. Getting back up she looked out her peek hole again and saw
Fred looking back at her, a smile on his face and in his eyes. Those
eyes... She snapped her attention back when he kept speaking. "There's a
�bathroom' over to the left a ways, if you need it. Pancakes will be up
in a few minutes." Taylor quickly unzipped the door the rest of the
way, and started crawling out. Looking up she saw Fred continuing to
look down at her with a raised eyebrow, then laughing he turned his
head back to his cooking. Looking down, Taylor realized the neck of her
shirt hung down giving him a clear view of all her naughty bits. After
a moments pause she laughed herself and continued out. They WERE very
nice naughty bits, so it was OK.

   The last of the bacon was gone. Fred was eating the last of his
three pancakes, while Taylor took a finger and gathered up the
remaining syrup hiding on her plate. REAL maple syrup... god, it made the
stuff she had grown up on taste like water. He had warned her that she
didn't need all that much, and he had been right. Nectar like that was
best savored in small amounts. Had to be unhealthy as hell, but she
didn't care. First shopping trip once she got home was going to find
her looking for a bottle of this stuff.
   Finishing, Fred put his plate down on the small folding table set up
between them and took a swig of his orange drink. Giving a sigh, he
leaned forward with the glass held in both hands between his knees.
Looking at her, he started.
   "There's some things I need to know now, some that can wait if you'd
like, and the rest I don't mind if you keep to yourself. Some things
are going to have to be done as soon as possible." Taylor nodded,
taking her own swig. Tang... never thought she'd be drinking Tang.
   "First... is someone after you?"
   Taylor took another drink.
   "No."
   "Were you attacked?"
   She lowered her head. Was she attacked? Could you call it that?
   "Raped?" Taylor looked up at Fred, eyes widening. It had been,
hadn't it?
   "Y-yes."
   "By people you know? Did you come camping with them?"
   "Yes." Stronger now. 
   "Do you want to tell me?"
   "I... think I have to."

****

   The guy was a hunk. Her first day on the job and already she had her
eyes on him. The cut body, the eyes that didn't so much undress her but
ask why the hell she hadn't done it herself already, and he actually
could hold a job. The last had become a new requirement of Taylor. She
might only be 23, but she had come to the realization that failure to
stay employed indicated a guy wasn't going to stay faithful to her for
long. She wanted a stud who could handle commitment. And, after a month
working customer service at the supermarket she still got wet whenever
Jim from produce walked by. Oh, sure, he flirted with everyone, from
the teen cashiers to that skank Beth but he obviously was into her. So,
when he asked her out on a weekend canoe camping trip she jumped at it,
almost jumping him right then and there! Oh, she wouldn't be alone with
him- his bud Rod and that Asian girl from produce Wendi would be along
too, but they were OK. And she knew it would probably end up as one big
orgy. But she would first get her hands on Jim and his cock into her,
staking her claim, then let go and enjoy. It was a plan.
   Things started to go wrong right from the start. They had two
canoes, and despite her flirting protests Taylor got stuck in one with
Rod. It wasn't that he wasn't also hunky, and always seemed to be
coming on to her, but she wanted Jim. The only consolation was that
seated in the front she had a great view of Jim's back as he paddled
the lead canoe. Rod kept up a running commentary, but she didn't
listen.
   The site they picked was father in then she'd expected, and despite
not doing all that much of the paddling her shoulders ached as she
climbed out. It seemed the others had used this site before, as their
large tent fit perfectly into a patch of dirt near the tree line and
they quickly had everything set up. Not really in her element, Taylor
just tried to keep out of the way while not looking useless. After a
dinner of grilled hamburgers and potato chips the beer came out and all
was well. 
   The sun was setting, the beer was flowing, and Taylor decided to
make her move. She was sitting on a big log between Rod and Jim, and
finishing her third can she put it down and turned towards Jim.
   He had his hands under that bitch Wendi's bikini top, and was
kissing her neck as her own hands were making their way down his bare
chest. 
   What the HELL! He had invited HER! Oh, sure, it seemed all day she
had been paired with Rod, but... slowly, she turned to her right to look
at the other male there. Rod had put his own beer down and slid up next
to her, putting an arm around Taylor and drawing her against him.
   "Shall we?"
   "Hell no!" She may have shouted, but she definitely pushed. He was
strong, though, not forcing her but definitely restraining the small
woman with amusement on his face. Oh, god... this was why they had
invited her. And she came. They'd assume she was willing. Suddenly
Taylor felt hands grab her arms and force them above her head. She
looked up to see Jim holding them and grinning down at her drunkenly.
She saw a nude Wendi pulling down his shorts and taking his cock into
her mouth... and then she felt a large object push past her bikini
bottoms and up into her in one thrust. Taylor screamed. 

****

   "...and... I kept saying 'no', but my body said 'yes', and they kept..."
   "Shhh, hush... it's OK." Fred was next to her again, his hand stroking
her hair. She put her head on his broad chest, the tears flowing. He
just held her there, taking care not to touch the rest of her. Once
Taylor calmed down enough to realize this, she was both incredibly
touched by that concern and overcome with the desire to be held by him.
She wanted to just be engulfed by him. To be held by his strong, firm
arms and be told over and over that everything was good. Nobody had
done that to her since Daddy...
   "So," Fred continued, once he sensed the worse was over, "once they
fell asleep you swam away?"
   "Yup." She pushed herself off of him and sat up, wiping her eyes
with the bottom of his shirt. "I figured I couldn't even move a canoe
much less paddle it, so... I just swam." Taylor closed her eyes and gave
a sad laugh. "Stupid. I'm so stupid."
   "No you're not."
   Fred stood up and walked around and refilled her glass. 
   "Nothing I can think of to say here will come out as less then
condescending, which isn't at all what I mean, so I'll just get to the
important parts. Do you want to charge them with rape?"
   She thought long and hard. 
   "N... no. No. It wouldn't help, and... I did go."
   "That's no excuse, but I understand. Frankly it makes all this
easier, although naturally I'd be on your side if you decided
otherwise." He got his own drink and downed it. "Do you want to go back
there?"
   "Hell no! I'm even quitting that job!"
   "OK." Fred put his glass down, picked up a silver iPod from the
table and checked the time. "So, what that means is that I'm going to
take a trip over to your own campsite."
   "No!" Taylor was scared, although why she didn't know. They weren't
killers, but it would be three against one...
   "I have to, for two reasons. First, I have to tell them you're not
dead. Picture it from their end: they're going to wake up hung over and
find you missing after a drunken orgy. For all they know you walked
into the lake drunk and drown. We don't want them calling the police to
look for you, as that would cause all sorts of problems." Fred smiled,
a rather mean one she hadn't seen before. "Not that I'm against scaring
the crap out of them."
   "Second," he continued, "I have to get your stuff and bring it back
here. While I'm gone you can decide what you want to do. If you want to
go home, which would be incredibly understandable, I'll take you. If
you don't..." Suddenly Fred looked more uncomfortable and awkward then
she'd yet seen. "Well, I'm planning on staying for another 5 or 6 days.
You're welcome to stay until the food runs out." 
   Suddenly Fred burst out laughing. Taylor smiled, looking at him
questioningly.
   "Sorry. I just had the thought that given you know nothing about me,
for all you know I'm a cannibalistic serial killer so that last
statement could just be a bad joke on my part." Taylor gave her own
laugh, and held up a bare arm.
   "Good luck getting any meat off of this!"

   Taylor watched the canoe glide off onto the lake, Fred paddling
slowly but strongly. She put her arms around herself, once again aware
that she was only wearing a shirt... his shirt. She had a sudden urge to
go find a used one and change into it, which caused her to just shake
her head and laugh. "This is what gets me into trouble. Like, Love, and
Lust ARE different." She turned and walked back next to the fire,
watching it die down. Her feet were getting use to going barefoot,
although luckily he'd hopefully be bringing her sneakers with him. If
she was going to be here a week...
   Was she? If she stayed, what would they do? Well, fuck, obviously.
Fuck like rabbits. She wanted that. He rescued her, and it was only
right. No, wait, that's wrong... wasn't that kind of thinking always
getting her into trouble? But Taylor had never been rescued before, not
in a real way. Maybe this was her only chance to have this fantasy. Or
this reality.
   But, did she just want a weekend of fun then have him leave? Or did
she want... to be with him. Should she be working on getting to know the
person, and not just the penis. Maybe she could do both...
   She needed something to keep her mind occupied. Weren't there some
books in the tent?
   Taylor crawled back in, sat on the mattress, and looked around.
There was a thick blue paperback next to the bed with a bookmark
sticking out, so she reached over and took a look at it. 'Magician:
Apprentice' it said, and had a wizard and a teen boy on the cover.
Well, she liked Harry Potter, so this would do. She flipped through the
pages, stopping when she came to the bookmark. It was a photo. Taking
it out and holding it up to the light coming through the door, her eyes
widened.
   The woman in the photo was lying on her back on a couch, nude. She
was reading a book, the very one Taylor was holding it looked like, an
expression of intense concentration on her face. She had a nice body,
Taylor grudgingly admitted, obviously very curvy. Her breasts, although
flattened a bit, were on the large side and currently used as a book
rest. Checking out the other end Taylor noticed she wasn't shaved, the
woman's pubic hair trimmed into a nice triangle pointing downward.
   Who was this? Wife? Ex-wife? Some random girl from the internet? And
why did Taylor feel so jealous when she looked at her? She looked down
at her own body, then back to the photo. It made her feel like such a
little girl, that was the problem. And if he liked... WOMEN, what chance
did she have?

****

   "Well, that's over with", Fred thought.
   He was paddling his way back across the lake, glad once again he had
picked a rather skinny one for this trip. Heck, it could almost be
considered a wide river in spots. A half hour over, a half hour back,
and 15 minutes scaring the hell out of three twenty somethings. He had
enjoyed that, and just remembering brought a grin to Fred's face. They
had started drinking already to try not to deal with whatever had
happened the night before, and all it had taken was the mention of rape
and NOT going to the police to get them falling over themselves doing
whatever he wanted. So it was that they were packing and on their way
out of the park already, and he was heading back to camp with not only
the girls duffle bag but a cooler full of food that the rapists
wouldn't be needing. Three problems solved and it wasn't even noon yet.
   The bow of the canoe hit land, and Fred crawled forward and onto the
beach, then pulled the canoe up completely out of the water. He had
expected Taylor to meet him, and glancing up towards camp was a bit
annoyed not to see her. Well, maybe she was sleeping. She had been
through a lot. Grabbing the duffle bag, he climbed up the short path.
   The girl was nude. That was the first thing that registered in his
mind, as being male millennia of evolution had made that the most
important thing his senses could detect. She was sitting in the chair
reading a book, her legs outstretched using the small table as a foot
stool. White skin without a trace of ink, smooth and beautiful. Her
breasts were small, but firm, standing on their own and probably barely
enough to fill a hand. She was hairless below the neck, although what
was on her head flowed down beside her almost to her waist. And she was
reading....
   Fred's face lost all emotion as he saw that blue book with its photo
bookmark. He stood for a moment, not really thinking anything, then
walked over to the tent and tossed the duffle bag in front of it.
Taylor pretended not to notice him, and after a couple moments more of
looking at her he just sighed and walked over to his sleeping bag. He
pulled it so the head was up against a tree facing Taylor, then sat
down on it and leaned back against the tree. The fire pit was between
them, and he just... looked at her. Or, maybe, through her. Taylor
started to smile at him, but the dead look on his face caused it to die
before it even began. What had she done...
   "Um... this is a good book." Taylor held it up, trying to break the
tension. This wasn't what she had planned at all. She couldn't even
remember what she had worked out in her mind, the back and forth that
would make him want her. Now she just wanted him to... not... look... at her
like that.
   "It's one of my favorites."
   After a moment more Fred closed his eyes and leaned his head back
against the tree. Oh, Lisa, what was he suppose to do...
   "Who is she?"
   Fred opened his eyes and looked at Taylor. She had taken her feet
off the table and put them on the ground, knees together, and was
sitting up and looking at him with the book held in both hands in front
of her. Her eyes were pleading. He took a ragged breath.    "She... is a
friend who died 16 days ago."
   Taylor stopped breathing. The book fell from her fingertips and
bounced once in the packed earth. Eyes wide, staring at the man in
front of her, all she could do was whisper, "how?"
   "Her birth control killed her." He picked a long leaf off of a weed,
and started stripping it as he talked, just to have something to do
with his hands. "She had a blood clot in her brain. She had gotten one
in her leg a couple months ago, and the doctor told her to change
whatever version of The Pill she was taking, and she did, but... either
it was too late or it didn't matter. She just fell over dead while
walking into her moms house." The tears were starting to flow, and he
began to ramble. "She refused to let me use anything, even when she was
between Pills. She wanted to feel me in her, and me to feel her. We... I
keep thinking of how I could have saved her. If I had just loved her
enough to say, no, we can't do this any more, or... if we had just done
without birth control. She'd still be here." Fred wiped his eyes with
his shirt. "We had planned to take this trip together, and another to
Mexico in a couple months, so I figured I'd just come here and..."
   "Fred."
   He looked across the silent fire pit. Taylor had stood. Her pale,
thin body was beautiful there under the trees. Her arms were
outstretched before her, and her eyes were red with tears.
   "May I hug you?"
   Fred had enough of his senses still to suddenly see how silly this
all was. Here was a woman who had just been raped offering to comfort
him over something that was nothing compared to her pain. Something was
wrong with the universe. But, as he looked at her... he realized he
wanted to hold and comfort her as well, and the desire for that was in
her eyes. Tossing his mangled leaf aside, he cocked an eye at her.
   "Well, you can't do it if you're way over there..."

   She straddled him, her naked thighs against his tough blue jeans.
His back still against the tree, he leaned forward and kissed her, his
hands lightly caressing her sides. It was a gentle kiss, their lips and
tongues just barely touching. Taylor's hands were under his shirt,
caressing his chest. Her fingers curled around the short hairs there,
and she had the urge to run her hands all over him. Moaning, she moved
her hands to the sides of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head,
breaking their kiss. Their eyes locked for a moment, then their lips
came together in a passionate duel of tongues. Fred moved one of his
hands onto the back of her head, the feel of that long hair like
nothing he had felt before. His other hand cupped a breast, and she
groaned whenever he pinched a nipple. Taylor couldn't keep her hands
still as they moved all over his chest, back, and arms. Those strong
arms that had held her that night after saving her from the lake... her
crotch was rubbing against his belt buckle, and she slowly began to
move back and forth, fucking his jeans. It felt rough against her, the
bulge from his now hard member hitting just the right spot. She pulled
back from Fred slightly, hands going to his shoulders she looked him in
the eye as her speed increased. The night before Taylor had been
fighting not to feel anything, feeling betrayed by a body responding to
unwanted intrusions. Now, however, she was savoring each touch,
unabashedly following each trail of pleasure wherever it led.
   Fred just gazed back in wonder, his hands on her hips as her
movements became more primal. His mind went back to an afternoon alone
with a half cousin in 7th grade, when they had traded whatever
knowledge each had gained so far in puberty. Mary had nothing on the
erotic creature before him now, though. Taylor's hips reached a fevered
pitch, and arching her back she looked unseeing at the sky. Fred took
that opportunity to lower his head and gently bite her left nipple, and
Taylor half screamed in orgasm. Her hands flew to his head as he kept
gently nibbling, her body now making ragged circular movements around
his covered cock. Finally she slid backwards until she was sitting just
above his knees, her hands against his chest as if to keep Fred at a
distance before he could ravage her more. When her eyes finally focused
on him, they smoldered.
   "God..."
   "I always like being called that by naked women," Fred replied,
easily able to catch her arm before she could slap his chest in playful
reply. Laughing, Taylor gazed at him for a moment longer, then broke
away from him and slid back further along his legs. When she came to
the end she slid off him completely and lay on the sleeping bag, knees
bent and legs spread.
   "Take me..."
   Fred stood and gazed down at her. He felt like a teen again, looking
down at his first love. Her thin, white limbs, small breasts... her
smooth slit glistened a moist pink as she offered herself to him. He
unbuckled his jeans, dropped his remaining clothing then knelt between
her legs. He positioned his large frame over her, his cock touching her
entrance. Fred paused, looking at her glowing face. Sensing what he was
feeling, Taylor raised a hand and caressed his cheek.
   "You can think of her."
   Closing his eyes, Fred gently but firmly thrust into her. Taylor
gasped, hands gripping his arms as he filled her. He paused, looking
down at her again, then lowered his head and kissed her as he started
to move in and out. Her legs wrapped around him, and she raised her
hips to meet each thrust. He was going agonizingly slow, like nothing
she was use to, and it was torturing her exquisitely. It was not so
much technique as Fred's knowledge that he probably wouldn't last that
long, but that didn't matter. Taylor didn't even care if she came
again, so long as she felt his release within her, but she could feel
herself rising towards another orgasm. She thought of the woman in the
photo, who had been the recipient of his seed before her, and she
offered up a prayer to that spirit promising to take care of her man. 
   Suddenly the thrusting increased, and as they both cried out he came
within her. He stopped moving, fully within her, and just gasped as
pulse after pulse filled Taylor. Finally, spent, his body relaxed and
their eyes found each other as hands rose to caress the other's cheek,
neither wanting to move and break the spell.

   Taylor cooked lunch. Fred said he was too exhausted after first
paddling around the lake all morning then satisfying her, plus it was
woman's work anyways, but Taylor was happy to do it regardless. She was
a good cook, and it was time to show him she wasn't just... well, that
she was good for something besides sex. There were times she doubted
that herself, but being near him was changing that. Three hamburgers,
two for him, were grilling nicely on the fire. They had decided to use
up all the fresh meat first as the ice might not last, although it was
still in good shape. Fred meanwhile rolled a couple logs up to the fire
and arranged them into a sort of love seat, which he covered with
Taylor's sleeping bag (which looked like it was more suited to a
slumber party then camping- the unicorns were a nice touch). They were
still naked, although wearing sneakers, and as they sat down to eat
Taylor leaned against him. Any food or juice that dripped on them was
quickly, or slowly, licked up.
   Afterwards, they just sat with their arms around each other and
opened up about themselves. Fred was a history teacher, which he liked.
Never married, most of his family had past away over the last few years
of one thing or another. Lisa had been a savior, keeping him sane. Now...
Taylor had graduated with a major in art, which was one reason she had
been working at various supermarkets and the like. She had never liked
being told WHAT to draw or paint, which kind of shut her out of most
commercial applications of her skills. Her father had died when she was
a young teen, and she hadn't talked to her mom since she left for
college. She probably, she admitted, had gone for guys who would treat
her like a girl but use her like a woman.
   "It's not easy," she said, running a hand absently over his thigh,
"looking like this when you're an adult. I mean, when I saw that photo
of Lisa... well, I'm obviously not your type." He looked at her with a
raised eyebrow.
   "I have many types, to be honest. Any beautiful woman who's willing
to be naked with me automatically falls into at least one category.
Besides, in the end I'm more interested in a woman's brains. If I like
someone, I can find something physically about them that attracts me."
   Taylor gave him a skeptical look, which got a laugh out of him.
   "No, no, it's true. I'm never going to go with someone just because
of looks. It's never worth it." 
   Taylor sighed, looking down at her feet.
   "There's not that much to me. I'm not that smart."
   Fred took a hand and turned her head towards him, stroking her
cheek. She nuzzled against it.
   "There's different kinds of smart. So far you haven't seemed dumb to
me. I'd like to see some of your art." That drew a chuckle out of
Taylor.
   "It's a little late for that pick up line!"
   "True..." Fred kissed her, a gentle peck, his tongue lightly flicking
her lips before he pulled back. Her lips tried to follow him, then her
eyes opened and she giggled. Her hand moved over to his slowly rising
cock, helping it along in its quest. His hand drifted down between her
legs, marveling first at the smoothness then the wetness.
   A thought occurred to him then, causing a laugh, which he quickly
explained. Laughter at the wrong time during sex can be a dangerous
thing.
   "Actually, it may be fate that we met now. No, really," he added,
although she wasn't protesting much. "How much do you remember from
your American history class?" Taylor was getting down on her knees in
front of him, so this question was a touch unexpected.
   "Umm, some. I actually usually liked that class."
   "Good, bonus points for you since I love history." She smiled and
took a lick at his cock, which was almost as good as the smile. "OK, I
want you to try and finish this historic Presidential campaign slogan."
The look on her face was priceless, especially with a penis in the
shot.
   "Tippecanoe..."
   A moment's confusion, then it dawned on her.
   "Tippecanoe and Tyler Too!"


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