| Not long after leaving the farmhouse, I reach the beginning of the old path through the woods leading to the abandoned water mill. I'm overeager to meet my boyfriend for more than just a chat, but I want to get hot and sweaty during our rendezvous rather than before it, so I try to keep myself from following it too fast. |
| The winding path seems to go on forever, but the trip is pleasant enough at least. Although I'm walking in the shade most of the time, I'm not cold at all despite only wearing my flimsy summer dress. The fresh woodland air smells wonderful, and the sweet scent of the flowers growing along the wayside wafts through it frequently. |
| The soft murmur of the river has become noticeably louder by the time I finally arrive at the clearing. I was unable to restrain myself completely, so I slow down and wipe the sweat from my brow. Since Andrew is nowhere in sight, I decide to explore the area until he shows up. |
| When I get close to the overgrown remains of the mill, a magpie suddenly emerges from the ruins, startling me. The bird noisily complains about my presence as it flies away. Watching a colorful butterfly flutter around me, I wait until my heartbeat returns to normal, then proceed toward the river. |
| The metallic axle of the water wheel sticks out of the surface near the riverbank, a huge dragonfly resting on its highest point. I carefully approach the shimmering green insect, but it takes off with a loud buzz and darts out of view before I can get a good look at it. |
| Kneeling at the riverside, I plunge my hands into the cool water, causing a fish I didn't even notice to swim away so fast I barely catch a glimpse of it. I splash my face and get back to my feet. Refreshed, I shake my hands and wipe off the remaining droplets on my dress. |
| Hearing Andrew call out my name at some distance behind me makes me feel giddy, and I turn around at once. He's on his way to me, carrying an elongated sack in his hand. I run toward him and give him a hug when we meet. |
| "Hi, Andrew," I say with a smile, "how are you?" |
| He smiles back. "I'm fine, thanks. And what of you?" |
| "Fantastic! Summer is by far my favorite season." I gaze conspicuously at the sack. "I take it you managed to procure the swords?" |
| "That's right," he replies, raising the bundle. |
| I clap my hands with joy. "Show me!" |
| "Huh, you exhibit more excitement for the swords than you did for my arrival." Andrew unties the sack. "Should I be jealous?" |
| "Oh, don't be silly." I plant a smack on his cheek. |
| "Well, it did get me a kiss," he says, a twinkle in his eyes. |
| I grin. "You'll get more than a kiss after our training session." |
| "All the more reason to hope that it will be over quickly." He hands me one of the training swords, grips the other one, and throws aside the empty sack. "I'm still less than enthused about practicing swordplay with you." |
| "I know, and I'm very grateful you're doing it regardless." I move back a few steps and swing the wooden weapon through the air. It feels unexpectedly unwieldy, and it will surely take some time until I'm used to it. "And tell whoever you got the swords from thanks when you give them back." |
| Andrew averts his eyes. "I don't think I will." |
| I stare at him in confusion. "Why not?" |
| Fiddling with his weapon, he says, "Well, when I asked for the swords, Rebecca, the militia captain's daughter, overheard me talking to her brother. He referred me to his father, but she approached me before I could do so and happily complied with my request." |
| "What exactly is the problem?" I ask, even more puzzled. "She sounds like a nice girl." |
| "She is, but I didn't specify that one of the swords would be for you," he says sheepishly. |
| Flabbergasted, I reply, "I still don't see the issue." |
| He looks at me and sighs. "I didn't want to give her the impression that I like to do sword fighting with my girlfriend of all people." |
| "What's wrong with that?" I inquire, irritated. |
| "Nothing, it's just not me. And you swinging your sword around while wearing a dress surely won't change my feelings on the matter. It makes for a rather droll sight, to be honest." Quickly, he adds, "No offense intended." |
| I put my free hand on my hip. "It's not like I have something different to wear." |
| "You don't have to wear anything," he replies with a smirk. |
| I blink, struggling to keep my expression relatively grim. The notion of fighting naked does have a certain appeal, but it would be far too distracting. "That's out of the question." |
| My boyfriend shrugs. "It was worth a try." |
| "You did, however, offend me deeply," I say theatrically and toss my hair. "So now we must duel." |
| He smiles uncertainly. "You aren't serious, are you?" |
| "As serious as I usually am," I answer playfully. "I simply want to start already." Stepping in front of him, I raise my sword above my head. "Defend yourself!" I bring my weapon down very slowly, and he parries it easily. "Your turn now." |
| Andrew imitates my move just as carefully, and our weapons meet with a dull thud. |
| "Let's practice like this for a while," I say, and he gets ready for my next stroke. |
| Once we have developed a good rhythm, the force behind our attacks gradually increases, and so does my confidence. When I perform a particularly aggressive blow, Andrew winces at the impact and says, "Whoa, don't overdo it." |
| "Sorry, I got a little carried away there." I lower my sword and take a breather, and he follows suit. Once we're ready to continue, I demonstrate an attack at medium height, and we take turns again to practice it. |
| Although I notice my arm growing a bit weaker with each exchange, I'm having too much fun to think much of it. When I bring my weapon into position to parry once more, it suddenly slips out of my hand, and I naturally reach after it. Andrew hits my fingers instead, and I black out for an instant. The subsequent pain compels me to sit down. Hunched over my badly aching hand, I begin to cry. |
| Andrew squats in front of me. "I knew it was a bad idea," he says, horrified. "Now you're hurt, and it's my fault." |
| Hoping to calm him down, I wave dismissively with my good hand. |
| Exasperated, he jumps to his feet. "I should have never let you talk me into it." He kneels at my side and puts an arm around my shoulders. "You have to come with me and see the healer." |
| I shake my head, teardrops falling from my face. |
| "But what if something is broken?" he asks worriedly. |
| "Andrew, please, you're only making it worse." A tear runs into my mouth and leaves its salty taste on my tongue. "Just give me a while." He groans unhappily and sits down beside me, nervously drumming his fingers on his leg. |
| My tears slowly stop flowing as the pain subsides. Once it becomes tolerable, I take a deep breath and wipe my face with my left hand. Apart from some swelling and light bruising, my fingers don't appear to be in bad shape, though it still hurts too much to move my last two digits. "I don't think anything is broken." |
| "But only the healer can tell for certain, so you need to go there and have your hand examined," Andrew replies resolutely. |
| "The pain is bearable now, and my family expects me to be back by evening." Realizing how to make the best of a bad situation, I continue, "Besides, there's someone right here who can help me." |
| "You mean me?" he asks in disbelief. |
| "Indeed." I exhibit my bruised hand. "You can kiss it better." |
| "You must be joking," he replies, taken aback. |
| "Don't be like that," I pout. |
| "Are you sure you want me to do this?" he says, still dubious. I nod eagerly. He gingerly takes my hand and gives it a light kiss, scarcely touching my skin. |
| "It feels better already," I declare joyfully. |
| My boyfriend finally cheers up. "It seems I have powers I was unaware of." |
| "And I expect you to put them to good use because I'm starting to ache all over," I say with a seductive smile. |
| He raises his eyebrows. "Really?" |
| "Oh, yes." I lean forward. "My lips, for example, are hurting badly." |
| Andrew gives me a tender kiss on the mouth. "All good now?" |
| "You're being silly again." I gently push his shoulder with my uninjured hand. "You'll have to do a lot more than that." |
| "Well, if that's what it takes." He kisses me amorously, and I feel the sweet sensation of desire awaken between my thighs. Our lips part after a while, and I gaze deeply into his blue eyes. He caresses my cheek and says, "Where else do you need me to relieve your pain?" |
| I put his hand on one of my breasts. "Here." |
| Andrew gives it a light squeeze. "I can't kiss it with your dress in the way. Why don't you let me take it off?" |
| I kneel up and raise my arms. He removes my dress and puts it down beside us. Smiling appreciatively, he says, "If you lie down, I can treat you more easily." Tingly all over, I lie down on the grass. He positions himself alongside me and lets his eyes wander over my body. |
| Starting near my hip bone and slowly moving up my side, he brushes my skin with the tip of his forefinger, and a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. His finger continues to my breast and comes to rest on top of the nipple. It arouses me quite a bit as he gently circles it, and I let out a moan after it has hardened. "That doesn't sound too good," he says in a jocund tone. "I better take care of it." |
| Cupping my breast, Andrew kisses and sucks my hard nipple. I moan quietly, relishing the sensation. He puts his mouth on my other breast after a while and deals with it in the same manner, his hand remaining behind to play with my faintly throbbing nipple. It doesn't take long until I emit a lustful moan. He stops and raises his head. Looking at me, he says, "It seems to be getting worse. Did I miss a spot?" |
| "Yes." Blushing, I point toward my crotch. |
| My boyfriend places his hand on the upper border of my panties and puts his thumb beneath the hem. "Down here?" |
| I bite my lower lip and nod. |
| He shows me the smile I like so much and says, "Don't worry, I'll attend to it." |
| I momentarily raise my hips as he slips off my panties. With great delight, I spread my legs for him for the first time. Thighs quivering slightly, I watch as he positions himself between them, then recline my head and close my eyes. |
| Breathless with anticipation, I twitch a little when his lips touch my wet pussy. I sigh deeply and relax as several more kisses follow. The sensation of his warm tongue slowly licking my sensitive skin is even more amazing, and I moan softly in return. |
| Andrew moves a little lower, and I gasp as he tenderly probes my slit for a short time. He kisses his way to the top of my vulva and tongues my sweet spot. Unable to keep still due to the intensely pleasurable feeling, I start to squirm. My moaning gets louder as he switches between kissing and sucking my clit. |
| He focuses solely on licking my nub, and his firm and steady treatment makes me moan passionately. The pleasure soon becomes too much to contain, and my toes curl, pressing against the sole of my sandals. During my fairly loud climax, I involuntarily clench my hands, causing the pain in my swollen fingers to flare up. Shrieking in anguish, I double up, and my orgasm turns into a weirdly contrasting experience for its remaining duration. |
| "Jenny!" Andrew exclaims in a shrill voice above me. "What's going on?" His tone only adds to the absurdity, and I'm overcome by a fit of laughter. Once I have calmed down, I extend my limbs and catch my breath while he observes me with a resigned expression on his face. "Did you somehow make your injury worse again?" he asks eventually. |
| I sit up and smile assuagingly. "Yes, but it was worth it. I only laughed because the outcome was so wacky. Believe me, you did nothing wrong." |
| "All right, but I hope we can avoid such situations in the future." He squats before me and takes a look at my hand. "A few of your fingers are swollen pretty badly as far as I can tell. Cooling them in the river might help." |
| "Good idea." My legs feel a tad wobbly as I stand up and walk to the riverbank. I kneel and submerge my hand, the cool water soothing my tender flesh. |
| As soon as I hear my boyfriend approach from behind, the illustration of the sex position where the woman is on all fours flashes through my mind, and I can't resist the urge to adjust my posture to match it. My heart is pounding in my chest as I listen to his footsteps getting nearer, but they continue until he stops beside me. I turn my head and see that he's carrying my dress and my panties in one hand and the sack with our swords in it in the other. His expression is unreadable, and I blush a little as I stare at his face. |
| "I brought your clothes." He puts everything down on the ground nearby. |
| I gaze at him a moment longer, then quickly sit with my legs under me. "Thank you." |
| "You're welcome." He sits down across from me. "How's your hand?" |
| "The dull ache in my last two fingers is rather distracting, but I'll manage." It's not enough to distract me from wondering what it might have been like if he had taken me from behind, though I have an idea how to go about doing what I didn't get to do the last time we were together. "Would you do me a favor, please?" |
| "Sure," he says readily. "What do you want me to do?" |
| "Stand up," I answer in a friendly tone. |
| Andrew promptly gets to his feet. "And now?" |
| "Come here." I wave him closer until he's right in front of me. "Perfect." |
| "That's it?" he asks in surprise. |
| "Yes," I say with a smirk, "and I'm going to return the favor immediately." |
| "I like the way you think," he replies jovially. |
| Excited and a little nervous, I open his shorts and pull them down. His penis is smaller than I expected, but my estimation was based on our last rendezvous when it wasn't flaccid. Eager to make it grow, I gently touch it, and it stirs in return. My fingers smart quite a bit, however, so I continue fondling it with my left hand instead. I watch in awe as it becomes considerably thicker and much longer, the skin covering its head receding in the process. Once it's fully erect, it points straight ahead. |
| Hoping Andrew won't mind me taking my time, I grasp the shaft and squeeze it a few times. I'm astounded at how hard and rigid his dick has become, and merely holding it makes me a little wet. It has such a nice feel, though it must feel incomparably nicer inside my pussy. |
| I give his cock a big kiss and slowly swirl my tongue around its tip. In doing so, I lick up several drops of his precum, which is delicious. His dick tastes good, too, and I can't deny the mildly arousing quality of its smell. |
| Enjoying myself so much makes me want to please my boyfriend all the more. He appears content enough when I glance up at him, and I eagerly take his cock into my mouth, slowly moving my head back and forth to get used to it. |
| Andrew lightly strokes my hair with his fingertips while I'm doing my best to pleasure him. "Mmm, yeah," he whispers after a while. His utterance encourages me, and I increase my pace a little. Hearing him moan spurs me on further, and my pussy throbs faintly while I enthusiastically suck his dick. |
| His hands cease moving, and he rests one on top of my head. He seems to become a little tense, but the suddenness of his ejaculation still takes me by surprise. I reflexively draw back, his cock slipping out of my mouth, and swallow. The next spurt hits me right in the middle of my face and makes me close my eyes. I turn my head slightly as more semen follows, most of it landing on my cheek. |
| Clueless about what to do, I stare up at Andrew, the unfamiliar and peculiar taste of sperm on my tongue. His glazed eyes gradually return to normal, then focus on me and grow wide. The corners of his mouth twitch and he quickly looks down. He steps out of his shorts, moves them aside with his foot, and lowers himself to the ground. Once he's sitting comfortably, he slowly raises his gaze. He presses his lips together when he looks me in the face and bursts into laughter a moment later. |
| Unamused, I say, "Care to let me in on the joke?" |
| Andrew manages to compose himself. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, but I couldn't help myself. I don't think you'd have found it particularly funny, but you looked so comically bewildered by... uh... well..." |
| "You coming all over my face?" I ask bluntly. |
| "Yeah." He shrugs apologetically. |
| "At least now I know what to expect," I say dryly. |
| He placatingly raises his hands for a moment. "In my defense, you made me feel so good I totally forgot how inexperienced you are." |
| "Thanks," I reply, flattered. "Let's just call it even, all right?" |
| "You bet!" he agrees wholeheartedly. |
| I scoop up most of his seed that fell onto my legs with two of my fingers and lick it off them. Its taste defies all categorization, but I like it quite a bit. Andrew watches in silence while I do the same with the cum on my face, and I feel rather self-conscious by the time I'm done. "Did I miss any?" I ask uncertainly, not knowing what else to say. |
| "No, no," he replies slowly, then perks up suddenly. "Well, actually you did. Traces of it, that is. Still impressive. How you got almost everything, I mean. You should clean yourself before you go home, though. Especially your face." |
| "Now is good," I say curtly and get to my feet. |
| "Works for me." He stands up and takes off his shirt. |
| We remove our shoes and enter the river. Andrew goes in just deep enough to be able to wash his genitals, while I continue until the water reaches up to my waist. |
| I wash the visible remains of his semen off. When I take care of my pussy, I discover that a different kind of wetness is still present, and I wash my vulva extra thoroughly simply because of how good it feels. |
| Thinking that my boyfriend's hand would feel even better, I look at him over my shoulder, but he's about to get out of the river. Disappointed, I turn my head back, though I don't know whether I'd have had the courage to call him over. |
| My swollen fingers start to ache again as I shake my hands dry. I gather my hair at the back of my head and hold it up with my injured hand, then submerge myself to the neck and wash my face with the other. As I drink some water, I become keenly aware of my empty stomach, and I resolve to bring food the next time. Refreshed, I rise, let my hair down and turn around. |
| Andrew, fully clothed again, is sitting near the riverbank and looking in my direction. Unabashed, he observes me as I wade toward him. Once I'm out of the river, he says, "Look at you! So wet. Too bad you didn't think to bring a towel, because your dress will get damp if you put it on now, and that would be far too uncomfortable, wouldn't it?" |
| "Indubitably!" I reply in the same playful tone. Water drips from my skin as I stand in front of him, and I very much enjoy showing him my unclad body. "I'm worried about you, though. Seeing me without clothes for a prolonged time must be so hard for you." |
| My boyfriend looks me up and down, a big grin on his face. "I can handle it." |
| I head toward the line of trees nearby, passing him very closely. Before I get too far, I abruptly thrust out my arm at him and send droplets flying in his direction. |
| "Hey!" he shouts. With surprising swiftness, he reaches after me and touches the back of my thigh. |
| With a squeal of delight, I scamper to the nearest tree. Heart thumping in my chest, I turn around and lean my back against its trunk, watching breathlessly as Andrew approaches me with measured step. He halts at the tree next to me and leans against it with his shoulder. |
| I close my eyes, hiding the disappointment that must be showing in them. Enjoying the warm sunlight on my skin, I fantasize about a different course of events, in which my boyfriend comes to me, kisses me, fondles me, and then lifts me and pins me against the tree. |
| "We'd best get going if we want to be home by evening," Andrew says after some time. |
| I open my eyes and look at him. While there no longer is any river water on my body, I'm certain my pussy is quite moist. I suppress the impulse to jump my boyfriend and reply, "I guess so." |
| We return to where we left our things. My clothes between us on the ground, I face him and say, "I had a really good time today." |
| "Me too," he replies, watching me put on my panties. "I assume you want to come back here." |
| "As soon as possible." I pick up my dress, shake it out and don it. "Are you available a week from today?" |
| "Probably not, since we still haven't found a new apprentice," he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I should be free the following week, however." |
| "In a fortnight, then." I brush the dirt from my feet and put on my sandals. "I'd like to meet at an earlier hour, though. How about noon?" |
| "Sounds good to me. That's plenty of time to have fun." He picks up the sack. |
| I grin. "I look forward to practicing some more, so don't forget to bring round the swords." |
| "Do I really have to?" he asks with a disapproving expression. "I still feel bad about injuring your hand." |
| "It wasn't your fault," I reply stubbornly. "I obviously overestimated myself, but I've learned my lesson. It won't happen again." |
| Andrew sighs audibly. "Very well, but you have to promise me that you'll pay the healer a visit if your hand is still hurting tomorrow." |
| "I would have done that anyway." Since he keeps gazing at me insistently, I add, "You have my word." |
| "Good." He takes my left hand, and we leisurely walk to the path. "It would probably be best if we brought towels, too." |
| "Towels?" I say provocatively. "Are you hoping I'll get naked and wet again?" |
| My boyfriend blushes a little. "Well, I thought that's what—" He breaks into a smile. "Oh. You're teasing me." |
| "That's right!" I give him a kiss, which goes on for a while. "But yes, we should definitely do that." |
| We say goodbye to each other, and I head home happily, though my lightly aching fingers continue to bother me quite a bit. |
