‘Twas the Night Before Rafting

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Twas The Night Before Rafting
By Philip Spencer

Chapter 1
My son’s voice drew me away from my reading. “Dad, Valeria’s going to stay in the guest room tonight, okay? We want to get an early start in the morning. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” I answered. “You know your friends are always welcome here. Pleased to meet you, Valeria,” I added, extending my hand.
Smiling to myself as Alan blushed at his oversight, he said, “Oh, sorry. Valeria, this is my dad. Dad, this is Valeria.”
Alan had been talking about his new girlfriend for the past month, but this was my first opportunity to meet her. I knew she was about sixteen and going into her junior year in high school. I looked her over admiringly; I had no idea she was so good-looking. She looked about my height–5’7″, but I weigh 150 pounds, and she looked some twenty pounds thinner. I could see the shape of her nipples protruding from her white halter top; her torso seemingly lasting forever before stopping at her tight, hip-hugging jeans. My son might be shy, I thought, but he’s got good taste.
Alan was eighteen and had just graduated. In another month, he’d be going away to college, but this weekend the two of them were going on a white-water raft trip. How long the relationship would last was impossible to say, but I was glad that Alan finally had a girlfriend.
After the steak and baked potatoes with a tossed salad I prepared for supper, Alan and Valeria washed the dishes. I watched TV for a while, and I heard the girl go to take a shower. Alan and I then had a chance to talk.
“Isn’t she nice, Dad?” he asked.
“Very pretty,” I agreed. “She’s a bit young for you though, isn’t she?”
“She’s only a junior, but she’s very mature for her age,” he said. “Her parents say it’s cool if she goes with me, and they even signed a release form so she can go rafting, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Alan walked over to his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper. Everything looked legal, so I would not have to worry about his getting sued if, God forbid, an accident happened. I nodded and said, “Exactly where are you going on the rafts?”
He went to his pack again. This time he pulled out a NGS topographical map of the Cumberland Mountains. “The Obed is a Wild & Scenic River, according to the National Park system. It starts here,” he showed me Wartburg with his finger, “and it flows to here. Look at the cliffs that are on both sides of the river!”
I examined the closely-packed curvy, elevation lines.
“By the way, the Boomer’s a pro,” Alan declared.
“The owner of the raft company,” he explained. “He’s built like a pro football player, and he’s got this deep, booming voice that can be heard over the sound of the waterfalls. He’s owned this raft company for six years, and everyone’s going wear a life preserver and a helmet. The proceeds all go to the non-profit group called ‘Save Our Cumberland Mountains, ‘ and hopefully they’ll raise enough money to hire a full-time community organizer to put an end to the strip mining that is so harmful to the area.”
I didn’t share my son’s activism; nonetheless, I was glad he was concerned about something and someone other than himself. I had to agree strip mining was a good cause, and I was pleased to know that the organizers had taken all the necessary safety arrangements. Even though my son was an adult, a parent never stops worrying about his kid.
The girl came into the room wearing a towel on her head and an oversized Tennessee Titans sweatshirt that barely covered her ass. “Finished,” she said.
“Do you want to go to bed now?” asked Alan.
“Not yet,” she answered. “I’ll wait for you.”
Alan looked at me. “Don’t worry, Dad, she’s going to sleep in the guest room,” he said. Looking at his girlfriend, he stated, “I’ll take a shower, and then I’ll take your stuff to your room. We have to get up at 5:30 in the morning, so we’d better get to sleep early.”
“Why so early?” I asked.
“It’s a long drive,” explained Alan. “Well, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”
The kids kissed like he would be gone a month. I smiled at the idea of Valeria’s using the guest room. Although I could have dealt with their sleeping together, it pleased me that he had the decency not to try to screw his girlfriend in my house while I was present. If it happened some other time… well, teenagers are teenagers.
I was about to return to the CSI rerun when Valeria said, “Oh, the topographical map! I don’t get that very well. Mr. Edwards, do you think you could explain it to me?”
We looked at the map while Alan showered. In no time at all, Valeria grasped the basics of map-reading, although she was not ready for a solo hike through the wilderness. A few minutes later Alan came back to the living room.
“Ready,” he said. “Good-night, Dad.”
“Good-night, Mr. Edwards,” said Valeria, kissing me on the cheek for a bit longer than I would have expected. “I’ll see you.”
“Have a good trip, in case I don’t see you in the morning. It was nice meeting you, Val. Or do you prefer Valeria?”
“Valeria,” she smiled.
“Okay, Valeria… Alan, have a good trip,” I restated. “I think I’m going to hit the rack, too.”
Alan led the way to the guest room, and I watched Valeria follow him. I caught a glimpse of white panties as she walked, and I was proud to have a son who had such good taste in girlfriends. I envied him for having the opportunity to spend the night alone with her in a tent.
Chapter 2
I gave Alan a few minutes to say good-night before going to my own room. I changed into my pajamas and was clipping my toenails when I heard a knock on the door. “It’s open, son,” I said.
But when the door opened, it was Valeria. “Mr. Edwards, I wanted to ask you a question. Do you mind if I come in?” she asked softly. As she did so, she pushed the door closed behind her, and I thought I heard the “click” of the lock.
“Sure, come in,” I offered, somewhat embarrassed by my toe clippers.
“It’s about Alan,” she said, sitting on the bed next to me. “I like him a lot. In fact, I am planning on seducing him tomorrow night.”
“Oh,” I said pensively. I cleared my throat and added, “Alan is eighteen, and he doesn’t need my permission to have sex, you know. Anyway, I doubt he would listen to me if I told him he couldn’t.”
She laughed. “No, no… this is so… escort kocaeli maybe I shouldn’t ask you.”
I put a fatherly arm around her. “Go ahead… ask anything you like. I won’t tell Alan,” I said. “Or your mother.”
“Well, you see, I… I’m a virgin.”
“Oh,” I said. What else could I say?
After a pregnant pause that seemed to last nine months, but probably lasted nine seconds, Valeria commented, “I think Alan is a virgin, too.”
I knew Alan had not had many girlfriends, and his relationships never seemed to last very long, so it was entirely possible. If he had been saving himself on purpose, he could not have chosen a better partner, it seemed to me. Still, I was unsure of what to say. Deny my son’s virginity? Wish her good luck? Offer congratulations? Give up my room for the night so they could enjoy clean sheets and a queen-size bed, rather than water-logged sleeping bags and the rocky ground?
A favor, the girl had said. Suddenly, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. Of course–if the kids were both virgins, she probably was not using birth control, and he probably would not be prepared, either. “Do you want a condom?” I asked, opening the drawer to my nightstand. “That’s smart. Help yourself. You should probably take three or four. Although I think it would be a good idea for you to discuss how you’re going to protect yourselves in the future. “
Valeria giggled. “That’s very… well, understanding of you, but it isn’t what I wanted,” she said. “I’ve… I… my friends and my mother have told me… how can I say this? They say it hurts the first time.”
The young woman stared at the floor. “One girl I know couldn’t even walk for two days. So I was thinking… everyone says that if the guy… well, an older man with more experience knows what to do and he can do it right and it won’t hurt but it will feel just wonderful and I was wondering if you’d do it the first time just this one time you know and we don’t have to tell Alan so it won’t be hurting him.”
The girl was talking so fast that she was breathless. I was unsure if I had heard her request correctly. It sounded as it she had asked me to take her cherry, as she was afraid that her boyfriend, my son, might hurt her. Delicately I rephrased her statement, and she confirmed the veracity of my understanding.
“I think Alan will be gentle if you ask him to,” I said.
“Please, Mr. Edwards,” she asked. This time she started to kiss me.
How could I steal my own son’s girlfriend? “Valeria,” I said, pushing her away.
“Not so loud, we don’t want to wake him,” she said and kissed me again. This time I kissed her back gently, planning to stop before things got out of hand. However, before I knew it, she had pulled her sweatshirt over her head. I admired her long, slim torso even more than I had earlier, and I gasped slightly when I took in the beauty of her perky breasts. The girl looked exquisite in the blue-and white flowered bikini panties she had flashed at me earlier in the evening. I put my arms around the nubile young thing.
She moaned softly as I started to play with her breasts. I alternated between caressing them with my fingertips and gently squeezing them together. Her nipples grew progressively harder and more pronounced, her breathing grew heavier, and her kisses became fiercer.
I broke off the kiss to move down Valeria’s neck. Slowly I worked my way back to her left breast, which I lavished with attention. Starting on the side swells, I kissed and nibbled my way around before I moved on to the other breast. Meanwhile, I gently rubbed her crotch…
She reached for the waist of my pajamas, yanking the pants open, and pulling one of the snaps out of place as she did so. “Sorry, Mr. Edwards,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I answered, taking advantage of the break in action to remove the pajama top.
Valeria rubbed her hand on my chest. “Wow, you are sure hairy,” she commented as she stared at my chest. “It’s so… masculine,” she said.
I reached for Valeria’s waist and pulled at her panties. She pushed her hips up so I could remove them. I glanced at her blond bush. “And this is so feminine,” I said, imitating her flattering but absurd comment and brushing her slit. I reached for the light. “Now that we’ve seen everything there is to see, we can get down to business,” I said as I nuzzled up to the girl once again.
“Aren’t you… shouldn’t you… maybe it isn’t safe,” she moaned.
Sitting bolt upright, I snapped the light back on. “You’re right, I should have done this before,” I said. “I know we don’t have to worry about HIV or anything, but you could still get pregnant.”
I opened the drawer on my nightstand and took out a condom. Valeria watched wide-eyed as I put it on and commented, “This is so cool.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Can we take up where we left off?”
Valeria giggled, and I turned off the light for the second time. I massaged her taut stomach and nibbled her breasts for a bit before reaching between her legs. My fingers gently brushed her outer lips, and I felt the first hint of moisture. Her hair felt soft to my touch, and soon it became damp. Again I used just my fingertips to gently caress her inner thighs and the junction where her hips joined with her legs.
I crawled forward and kissed the girl’s face once more. I felt the roundness of her breast and hefted it, judging its weight. I gently squeezed the breast as she moaned into my mouth. I ran my thumb along the sides and then flicked over the nipple. Valeria sucked in her breath and pushed me away. Then she attacked my tongue with a passion I did not think possible.
I then left her mouth and started to kiss her earlobe. Next I moved to nibble her neck, and then down towards her shoulder. I spent some time at her jaw line and the area where her neck and shoulder join. I felt her nipples harden once again against my chest and palm. Valeria had been stroking my cock, but now she seemed more focused on her own needs, and she paid less attention to mine. I could feel goose bumps on her flesh as we kissed and nibbled each other’s bodies.
“Please Mr. Edwards,” she begged. “Do it now.”
“Why don’t we change positions, honey?” I offered. “You should really be on top so that you can control what is happening.”
She groaned in pleasure and then swung her leg over my body. Pushing down on my shoulders, she forced me onto my back. “Is this what you meant?” she kocaeli anal yapan escort asked.
She guided my penis toward her vagina, slowly letting herself down, and pausing as I met the resistance of her hymen. She eased up and thrust harder, and I felt her body tense as we crossed the threshold that would transform her from little girl into a woman. Her gasp broke the silence with a brief flash of pain, and then she began to moan softly as I slid easily into her while she begins moved slightly up and down. Valeria seemed unsure about what to do, so I pushed up firmly with my hips. Rolling her onto her back, I kissed her lips softly and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. I took control, thrusting hard and deep. “More, Mr. Edwards,” she gasped. “More!”
Whereas earlier I had been concerned about hurting the youngster, I now abandoned myself completely. Harder and deeper I pushed, and before I knew it, she was gasping for air as she came hard. At last, my hot jism exploded inside her pussy.
I collapsed on top of her and we lay still for a few minutes to catch our breath. Finally I rolled to the side, and grabbing the top ring of the rubber, I withdrew from my lover’s vagina. I pulled myself up and peeled it off my softening dick so that I could toss it into the wastebasket on one side of the bed.
Valeria stopped me and asked, “Would you mind turning on the light?”
“No, of course not,” I answered, and I reached for the switch.
“Don’t throw that out yet.” I could see that she was blushing. She said. “This might sound silly, but I want to see what it looks like.”
I held the blood-covered condom up so she could see it.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. She stared between her legs. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to mess up your bed…”
I put a finger to her lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. Moving my finger away I gave her a soft, gentle kiss.
“It’s a good thing we did it here,” she whispered. “It’d be terrible if my sleeping bag was all bloody. Everyone would know!”
I wiped my cock on the sheet. “Can I see the condom again?” she asked.
When I handed it to her, she said, “Look at all this white stuff inside,” she said. “Is that really semen?”
“Sinbad and all his seamen friends.”
“It’s a corny joke,” I told her.
“Oh,” she replied. “Can I taste it?”
“Go ahead; just don’t get it close to your vagina,” I warned.
She stuck her pinky into the prophylactic and touched it to her tongue. “She’s right, it is kind of salty,” she said in a low voice. Looking at me, she said, “This friend of mine told me…”
“Yeah, I guessed,” I told her. “Don’t apologize, don’t explain.”
“Wow, that’s so cool.” Reflectively, she added, “No longer a virgin. And you know what? It didn’t hurt at all. Thanks.”
“My pleasure,” I said in what may have been the understatement of the year.
Valeria snuggled next to me. “Can we do it again? But with the lights on, because I want to see how you go into me.”
I laughed. “Sure, but you’ll have to give me a few minutes first. Right now I’ve got to take a leak.”
I kissed my young lover on the forehead and headed for the bathroom. “May I watch?” Valeria asked softly.
I turned around. “Certainly, if you want to.”
I ran the water in the faucet and wet a washcloth, and then I cleaned myself off. Valeria watched with fascination, and she grabbed a towel to dry me off. “What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing to the bidet.
“That’s a pussy-cleaner,” I said. “The French call it a ‘bidet.’ Sit down and turn that little knob on the right.”
She did as instructed, and a stream of water shot up at her vagina. “Now you can clean yourself off,” My instructions were not really necessary, as she was already rubbing the blood and her pussy juices away. She toweled herself dry, and then I stood before the stool to take a leak.
“Do you mind if I hold you?” she asked.
“Whatever turns you on,” I said.
“Yikes! How do you make it go where you want?”
I took over for the frightened girl. “I should have warned you that the apparatus gets a bit crazy after sex,” I said. “Don’t worry about the floor for now. I’ll mop it in the morning. Let’s go back to bed.”
She leaned down to kiss my penis. “Are we going to screw again, Mr. Edwards?”
“I’m up for it, but you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Mr. Edwards.’ It’s kind of freaky to be called “mister” when I’m making love,” I declared. “‘Mike’ will do.”
As Valeria had requested, I left the bedside lamp on, and I let her put the rubber on my dick. “Be sure to leave the bubble at the tip,” I advised. “If you don’t, the condom might break when I.”
“What will they think of next?” she asked.
Flush toilets, horseless carriages, flying machines, iPods, smart phones – there was a long list of inventions at least as clever as the condom, but I decided discretion would be the better part of valor, so I did not respond.
We made slow, passionate love. I tried to pay attention to all the erogenous zones I had hit before, plus the backs of her knees, her armpits, and her toes. Spreading her vaginal lips with my fingers, I flicked my tongue around her clitoris. She moaned loudly, so I pulled back the hood and gave her a quick little suck. I tried this several times–pulling her clitoris into my mouth briefly and letting it go.
“I’m ready, Mike,” she said. Giggling, she added, “It’s weird calling my boyfriend’s father by his first name.”
That’s not the only thing that’s weird about this relationship, I thought. I did not want to analyze the situation too much, so once again I did not say anything. Instead, I mounted on top of her and thrust my stiff member into her waiting vagina. By putting my weight on my knees and extending my arms fully, Valeria had a good view of everything. “Look at it go in!” she exclaimed. “I can’t believe I took the whole thing in!”
I withdrew and thrust again. Valeria’s cunt was tight, but I slipped in and out easily due to generous lubrication. “Harder, harder,” begged Valeria.
I thrust harder and deeper. “Oooooooh, Mister… Mike, Mike, faster, faster!” she demanded.
She must have been pleased when I did as she said, for Valeria screamed loudly in delight. Spent, I eased myself into her arms.
We were still breathing heavily when I rolled off her. “Mike, you really know how to make a girl happy.”
I kissed her and held her tightly. “Thanks. I enjoyed izmit yabancı escort it too. I think you’d better go back to your room now, so we can both go to sleep.”
“Do I have to?” she asked. “Won’t you let me sleep with you? If you have an alarm, I can go back to my own bed at 5 o’clock, and Alan will never know. Please!”
I consented. I offered to change the bed sheets, but Valeria insisted that she preferred to lie on the soiled sheets, because they carried the odor of our love-making. I set the alarm and we went to sleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 3
At 4:47 I was awakened by the babbling of some jerk-off announcer on my clock radio. I shook Valeria and said, “Come on, sweetheart, you’ve got to get to your own bed before Alan wakes up.”
“Can’t I sleep just a little longer?” she asked.
“No, I think you’d better take a shower,” I said. “God, I’d love to make love to you one more time.”
“Uh, you know what?” she said. “It didn’t hurt last night, but… now I… well, the truth is, I’m a little sore…”
“I understand,” I said. “But I do think you should take a shower so you’re fresh for Alan. There’s nothing I’d like better than for the two of you to be very happy together. Come on, I’ll warm up the water.”
She followed me into the bathroom again. I ran the water for a minute, and then I said, “Coming?”
“Save water, shower with a friend!” she laughed.
The bright lights of the bathroom gave me the first really good look at Valeria’s firm, youthful body. I soaped her up, paying particular attention to her breasts, buttocks, and vagina. She responded in kind, thoroughly cleaning my penis and bringing me to an erection.
“Do you want a blow job?” she asked.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do:”
“Well, I’ve never done this either, but you can give me some hints,” she said. “I want to be one hundred percent ready for Alan.”
She knelt and grabbed my penis before sticking it in her mouth. She stopped long enough to ask, “Is this how it’s done?”
“I’m sure Alan will like it if you do it this way,” I answered. “Oh, that feels good–keep doing that with your tongue… Look, I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum, and that way you don’t have to swallow it.”
“Does it really taste as awful as they say?”
“I guess you’ll have to decide that for yourself,” I said, letting her resume what she was doing.
“Ogay,” she mumbled. It’s difficult to speak with cock in one’s mouth.
“Move back and forth, like you’re sucking on a lollipop,” I instructed.
“Wike dis?”
“Yeah, like that,” I said. “Just do it – don’t try to talk.”
I held Valeria’s head as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Every once in a while she’d stop and swirl her tongue around the head. She had asked for my advice, but she rather instinctively knew how to give me pleasure.
“That’s good, Valeria, really good, keep it up, pretty soon, yes not long, oh Valeria, Valeria, here it cums, here it cuuuuums!”
Valeria took a mouthful of semen and then she pulled away. She spit my cum out, and a second spurt shot onto her flat belly. She stood up and opened her mouth for the hot water raining out of the open showerhead. “Eeew, Mike, that’s awful!” she said. “I didn’t think it was that bad before!”
“I guess a mouthful is not exactly the same thing as a fingertip,” I noted. “Why don’t you finish your shower, and I’ll prepare some mouthwash.”
Two minutes later Valeria emerged from the shower. She put on the same Tennessee Titans sweatshirt she had worn earlier. I had put my pajamas back on, so I walked to her room and shut the door when she got into bed. Then I returned to my own room and turned off the light.
Not five minutes later I heard a knock on my door. I turned on the light and I heard Alan’s voice. He said, “Valeria, it’s time to get up now. We have to get some breakfast and hit the road by 5:30.”
He hadn’t knocked at my door, but at Valeria’s. Knowing he had probably seen the light from under my door, I decided to get up. I could fix them breakfast and see them off. I cannot be sure if it was a father’s instinct that wanted to see my boy off safely, or a lover’s desire to say one last good-bye. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
“‘Morning Alan,” I said. “Ready for your big rafting trip?”
“Yeah, just about,” he said. “Dad, did you take a shower this morning or something? I could swear…”
“Sounds like a wet dream to me, son,” I laughed.
Valeria came to the door, wiping her eyes. “Get dressed, Valeria,” said Alan. “We’ve got less than half an hour.”
“I’ll cook breakfast,” I offered. “Fried eggs, ham, toast, imitation orange juice drink. How’s that sound?”
“Two eggs for me, Mike,” said Valeria. “I’m hungry.”
“Mike?” repeated Alan. “Since when do you call my dad, ‘Mike?’?”
“Since last night,” I butted in. “We had a nice talk while you were in the shower.”
“‘Mike.’ I can’t believe it, she calls him ‘Mike, ‘” he muttered as he sauntered back to his room.
“Better make it three slices of toast,” the girl said. “After all that exercise last night…”
“Sh!” I said, hoping Alan would not notice the huge shit-eating grin on my face.
I never knew Alan to get dressed so quickly. “Happy birthday, Valeria,” he said, holding his class ring out.
“For me?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered. “I want to go steady with you, even after I go away to college.”
“Is it your birthday? How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m a woman of sixteen,” she said proudly. “I was a girl of only fifteen last night.”
“I think he can do the math,” said Alan.
But I had caught Valeria’s meaning, even if Alan hadn’t. Since sixteen is the legal age of consent, I had been playing with jailbait, and she was lording that over me.
I served breakfast, and Valeria went to her room. I took a handful of condoms from my pocket and gave them to Alan. “These might come in handy,” I said.
“Wha… Dad!” he answered. “Thanks, but I’m… I’m not sure Valeria is ready for this.”
“She’s ready.”
“How do I… I’m not sure I can ask her… I know she’s old enough and all, but…”
“Just be yourself,” I counseled. “You will be sleeping in the same tent, won’t you?” I asked. “Trust me. She’s got the hots for you, and you should be prepared. They don’t take up much room, and you can always return them if you like. Just trust your instincts and go with what feels right.”
After the car pulled out of the driveway, I pulled the sheets off the bed. Intertwined among them I found Valeria’s blue-and-white flowered panties, a lasting reminder of what had proven a most interesting night.

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