A Promising Family Merger
by John E. Jay
Copyright 2011 John E. Jay, all rights reserved
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All characters in this work of fiction are at least eighteen years old. Nothing in this story is intended to depict any person living or dead and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
The gorgeous young brunette wading alone in the stream slowly made her way down the small creek. She was picking up trash and putting it into large garbage bags. She left the bags on the stream bank to be picked up by other volunteers later. The trash would be hauled to the nearby transfer station where it would be sorted and the recyclable material would be taken to the drop-off containers at the back of the park through which the stream the girl was wading down ran.
The beautiful teen was enjoying the unseasonably warm mid April weather. It was sunny and the forecast had promised near eighty degrees for the high so she had decided to take off her shorts and go into the stream wearing just her beige bikini and a light blue cotton shirt with the tails tied below her breasts. The color of the shirt highlighted her eyes. She was wearing water shoes to protect her feet from any sharp stones in the creek-bed.
There was a boy who seemed to be following her at a discrete distance. The girl thought that he was trying to be inconspicuous but it was all too obvious to her that he was following her. She wondered why he was pretending not to be following her. There was really no need to pretend he wasn’t following her, they both knew he was, and there weren’t any other people nearby so who was he trying to fool?
She had noticed that he had become excited when she had started off downstream and she was pleased that he seemed to be interested in her. Most of the group had gone up stream so it was obvious she wanted to get away from the group. She was hoping he would take the hint and follow her.
She had noticed him when he joined the group at the church waiting for the bus to take them to the park where they were going to do a stream cleanup for earth Day. She had been watching him since she first noticed him trying not to be too obvious. She didn’t want him to know she was interested. She wanted him to come to her.
The group milled around until the bus finally came. She briefly considered trying to sit with him on the bus but decided it would be better to sit near the front of the bus so he could see her during the ride to the park. She was pretty sure he had noticed her as soon as he got to the church but she couldn’t be sure. She thought he was the best looking boy in the group and he had kept glancing at her then looking away so she thought he must be interested in her.
She smiled to herself thinking that now he must be wondering why she was going downstream when everybody else was going upstream. She hoped he understood that she had started off downstream by herself hoping he would follow her. She wondered if he would have the courage to follow her. She hoped he would. If he didn’t she would turn around and go upstream hoping he would approach her.
She wanted to meet him and get to know him, but she didn’t want to seem anxious to meet him. She wanted him to take the first step. That way she could be sure he wanted to meet her and get to know her.
She was very pleased when she saw he had decided to head downstream following her. She was hoping no one else would decide to go downstream so they would be alone. As far as she could tell no one else was following the boy.
After more than half an hour spent leisurely wading down the stream they were deep in the wooded area of the park. They were far enough down the stream that they were some distance from the main group of volunteers on the Earth Day stream clean-up. The girl stopped and sat down on a big flat rock jutting out from the creek bank. She hoped he would catch up with her and talk to her.
She wanted him to approach her but she didn’t want to appear too forward. She knew he had seen her at the church and on the bus and she was pretty sure from catching a few of his glances that he had noticed her, but she didn’t know how much he was interested in her. She had definitely noticed him and she was very interested in him.
When he was a short distance from her she got up from the rock and stumbled as she stepped into the stream. Seeing her stumble and begin to fall the boy ran toward her, but the water was deep enough, about mid calf, that he couldn’t go very fast. Before he was able to reach her she had regained her balance and resumed wading slowly down the small stream. The boy stopped and waited until she had moved a little farther away before he resumed following her. She smiled, he was closer now.
When she came across a discarded tire partially buried in the stream-bed she began struggling to pull it free. This seemed to be the chance the boy had been waiting for. He quickly came up to her and smiling broadly at her said, “Hi, I’m Gerald. Looks like that tire’s buried pretty deep, I think it’s pretty well stuck in the sand. Let me help you try to get it out. Maybe together we can get it out.” He grabbed the tire and started heaving on it but it wasn’t about to budge.
The girl looked at him. Up close he looked even better than she had thought based on the glimpses she’d stolen over her shoulder in the stream and in the bus earlier. He had a beautiful body, lean and muscular. He was wearing only a pair of cutoff jeans, showing off his chest and abs. His hair was light brown and his eyes were almost green. His smile was a little lopsided but very engaging. God he was beautiful! Her heart skipped a beat as she looked deep into his eyes letting her desire show.
She had known he was following her for over half an hour and had been hoping he would catch up with her and speak to her. She had slowed down several times and even stopped and sat on a rock once, but he always stayed a couple of hundred feet behind her. She had decided he must be very shy and pretty much gave up on meeting him.
Now here he was, right next to her. His shoulder was touching her, pressing against her shoulder. He was pulling on the tire that was stuck in the sandy stream-bed. She looked sideways at him and said, “Hi Gerald, I’m Stacy and I really could use your help. This thing is really stuck tight.” She smiled at him tossing her long very dark brown hair away from her face with a shake of her head.
She wished now that she had put her hair up or at least put it in a pony tail but she had wanted him to see it down. Now her hands were wet and dirty so she would have to wait until they got the tire out or gave up the effort, which seemed likely since more than half of it was buried in the hard sand in the stream-bed. After a few more fruitless heaves, she let go of the tire and stepped away a little distance.
It was a conscious, calculated move on her part. She wanted him to look at her so she turned her back to him and leaned over to wash her hands in the stream. As she was gathering her hair in her hands, while it was hanging down in front of her, she knew he had a good view of her nice long legs and trim nicely rounded ass, and especially the pouch which she knew was visible between her thighs in the crotch of her bikini where her already very damp pussy was aching for his cock. After a couple of minutes she stood turned her profile to him so that he could see her breasts lift when she raised her arms over her head working on her hair. She expertly twisted her long dark hair into a French braid. Then turning to fully face him said, “I don’t know Gerald, that thing isn’t going to come out easily. I think we’ll have to dig it out or give up on it.”
He smiled and said, “Let’s give it a little more time. I think we might have budged it. Maybe if we keep wiggling it some of the sand will wash away and it’ll come loose.” She thought that what he really wanted was for her to lean against him some more while they worked on the tire and that was fine, that’s what she wanted too.
The real reason she had stopped pulling on the tire, other than to show herself off to Gerald, was so she could wash her hands and put her hair up. Her shirt was hanging from her shoulders open all the way since she had undone the buttons before beginning to work on the tire and it had come untied. She knew he would like the way her breasts were lifted in the skimpy bikini bra when she put her arms up to work on her hair.
When she finished she took off her shirt, tossed it on a large rock on the stream bank, and walked slowly back to where Gerald was heaving on the tire. She leaned hard against him. She was pressing herself against him from her shoulder pretty much all the way down to her knee.
Accidentally on purpose she turned to her left toward him as she pulled on the tire again and the side of her left breast pressed against his arm. She heard his sharp intake of breath and he began to breathe harder. She didn’t think it was completely due to the exertion from working on the tire.
She thought she was arousing him. She certainly was trying to, and she knew she was becoming aroused as well. Just being close to him, let alone touching him, was very exciting. She felt moisture between her thighs—her pussy was getting wetter.
She was eighteen and had only had sex once but she had enjoyed it. She wanted this boy. She had avoided getting really involved with boys until now, but this boy—really a young man—was different. She hadn’t seen him around before. She thought he must have moved into the area recently. She would find out soon. She intended to learn a lot about him before the day was over.
The two young people fought with the tire in the stream-bed for another five minutes before Stacy lost her grip on it and fell backward into the stream. Gerald quickly let go of the tire and reached down to help her up. She grabbed his arm and pulled hard catching him off balance.
He fell on top of her and they both thrashed around in the more than ankle deep water. Stacy managed to turn over and get to her hands and knees right in front of him and in the confusion he climbed over her as he tried to get up. They suddenly found themselves in the classic ‘doggie’ position. She could feel his cock against her ass, and it was hard! He was fully aroused. He wanted her as much as she wanted him!
Obviously embarrassed, but Stacy thought also very turned on by this turn of events, Gerald began to apologize for his clumsiness, “Oh god Stacy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… Oh god I’m such a klutz. Please forgive me. Oh god now you’ll never want to have anything to do with me. I was hoping we could get to know each other but now….”
He was trying to get off her back but she kept moving under him. She was making it difficult for him to get up and making sure she rubbed against him as much as possible. She was hoping it wasn’t too obvious that she didn’t want him to get off her right away.
“Come on Gerald! It wasn’t your fault. I’m not upset with you. It was an accident and it was my fault. If I hadn’t tried to get up so fast you wouldn’t have lost your balance. Anyway we’re just all wet that isn’t so bad, even if the water is pretty cold.
“You’re warm and you feel really good on my back, but I think you should get off me now. Let’s go sit on those rocks along the bank and dry off. OK?” She smiled at him and he melted. Her cornflower blue eyes were inviting him to do much more than sit on the rock with her, but he was afraid to believe what they were saying.
In spite of his mind’s commands to be careful not to spook her, his body was responding to her sexuality. He was already hard. He knew she must feel his hard cock against her ass. He was afraid it would show through his wet shorts when he stood.
He tried to get to his knees without putting his hands on her, but found it very hard to do since she was still wiggling. Finally he put a hand carefully on her bare hip above the waist band of her bikini bottom and rose up onto his knees. She pushed her rump back against him hard and raised her torso so she was on her knees in front of him close against him. He tried to move back, but lost his balance and fell backward into the water.
Stacy scrambled up and, while Gerald was struggling in the water, reached down as if she wanted to help him get up. She pretended to lose her balance and fell on top of him, giggling and squealing as she fell. She could feel his hard cock against her belly and she wiggled against him. She decided she wanted him right away no matter they were in the cold water. She leaned her head down and kissed him.
He was having a hard time keeping his head out of the water with her pressing him down. The water was deep enough for his head to be completely underwater if he relaxed and lay down, so he was holding his upper torso up with his elbows so that his head was out of the water. When she kissed him, Gerald put his arms around her and held himself out of the water by curling his back. It was an uncomfortable position which would be hard to maintain for very long, especially with the girl on top of him but that didn’t bother him. He was holding her tight and Stacy was making sure he was touching her skin to skin as much as possible and she was rubbing her crotch against his hard cock.