...His hands were on my waist and our crotches pressed together. I was relieved to notice that I wasn’t the only one with a big lump in the front of my pants. I looked into Charlie’s eyes. The crescent moon that was riding high in the night sky was reflected in them. I watched that crescent get closer and closer till I couldn’t focus anymore, then I closed my eyes and waited.

I didn’t have to wait for long. His nose bumped against mine. Our lips touched. The sensation took my breath away. The pressure increased, his lips against my lips, his tongue in my mouth touching my tongue, pushing against it. His hands slipped down, fingers molding the curves of my ass. My fingers wriggled between the buttons on his shirt and tangled in the silky fur on his chest. I undid button after button, slowly opening his shirt front. I pulled the tails out of his pants and wrapped my arms around him, my hands against the bare flesh of his broad back.

“You are one hell of a kisser,” he whispered when our mouths finally moved apart.

“I don’t really…” Thank God I had brains enough to stop before telling him it was the first time I’d ever kissed anybody—except for Mona Williams back in fifth grade, and that didn’t hardly count anyway. “Thank you, Charlie,” I said instead, a grin spreading across my face. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Like is an understatement, Trinity.” He pulled my hand down between his legs and cupped his own hand against my groin. “I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely feeling cramped in these pants.”

“Uh…me, too.” I gulped, hardly able to believe this was happening to me.

“Tell you what”—he unbuckled my belt—“let’s go skinny-dipping. You can swim, can’t you?”

“Oh, I can swim,” I assured him, turning my attention to his belt buckle as I spoke.

After a couple of minutes of hanging onto each other while we pulled off our boots and shucked our pants without falling on our asses, we were naked. We stood there for a long time, just looking at each other. He was gorgeous—his shoulders and arms heavily muscled from all those years riding wild horses, his broad chest jutting out above his flat, muscle-slabbed belly. Soft brown hairs swirled around his prominent nipples and feathered over his collarbones, then trailed down the center of his torso to his pubes. His cock was long and thick. A vein branched halfway down and curled around the shaft. As he stared at me, his cock got longer, the fat knob on the end gradually pushing out of its cowl of foreskin and glistening in the moonlight.

“Let’s get in the water and cool off a bit.” He chuckled, pushing down on my hard-on with one of his fingers. When he pulled his hand away, my cock rose up and slapped against my belly.

“Maybe I don’t want to cool off,” I retorted, reaching out and stroking the ridged wall of his belly.

“Come on, Trinity.” He smacked me soundly on the ass and headed down to the river. Before I could even get to the shore, he was already waist-deep in the cool water. I charged ahead and launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He held me as we slipped below the surface, my cock tight against his belly, his now rising up between my thighs, pressing against my balls. We surfaced, shook the water out of our eyes and then he kissed me again. It wasn’t tentative like the first kiss. This one started out with tongues thrusting, lips crushed together with bruising intensity.

Charlie pulled me under again and next thing I knew, he was blowing air into me, filling my lungs with his breath. Then he was sucking the air back out again, into his body. I caught on quickly and we shared our breath till my head was spinning. When he finally broke away, we surfaced, and I sucked the cool evening air into my lungs. My whole body tingled as I clung to him, afraid I’d collapse if I let him go.

“Can we do that again?” Charlie didn’t need any encouragement. Our cocks were side by side now, rubbing against our bellies, cooled only slightly by the lapping water.