Monopoly - First Time - Literotica.com

A game of teen-aged Monopoly can be surprisingly fun.

"Nat, how 'bout comin' over tonight for a little Monopoly?" My friend, Luke was on the phone. It was Friday, July 8th, and my best friend was apparently bored. Monopoly, if a more boring game had ever been invented, I'd love to know what it might be so I could avoid it. But Luke likes Monopoly and I always enjoy his company, and to be honest, I was bored, too.

I'm eighteen, two months graduated from high school, and have a summer job with the Forest Service before starting college in the fall, but I was tired of evenings home alone. Mom, Dad, me, and my little sister went on a vacation trip to the coast over the 4th of July weekend. Unfortunately, I had to come home right after the weekend because of the stupid job, but Mom, Dad, and little sis weren't planning to be home until the tenth. I have a big brother but he's staying at his apartment in Boise, where he has a summer job before going back to college.

Given the alternative of staying home alone another night or playing Monotony with Luke, I'd choose Monotony any time. "Sure," I told him, "what time?"

"Great," he said, "how 'bout seven, I'll order us pizza... Oh, by the way, Katy's coming over, too, why don't you give Taylor a call, I'll bet she'd love to come."

I shuddered, Taylor... she was my senior year study hall partner, and we'd gotten pretty friendly over the year. She has a boyfriend, though, much to my dismay, not that I'd have had the courage to ask her out, anyway -- wayyy out of my league: long, red hair; gorgeous, green eyes; small, pixie-like nose on her prettier than pretty face; starter on the basketball team since she was a freshman; won the state title in the hundred-meter dash, 2nd place in the 400; and her boyfriend is a hunk. In short, for 99.5% of the guys in school, she was one of the untouchables, the kind of girl that I had no doubt would be just as pretty, probably much more glamorous at our 25th reunion. Besides that, I've seen her mom at basketball games. Trust me, Mom ain't no slouch. I just happened to be lucky enough to be paired with her daughter for study hall.

Someone took a snapshot of Taylor and her boyfriend at the prom last March, her long, emerald green dress with a slit up the side nearly to her thigh, long red hair off to one side. That picture somehow made it in the yearbook and I memorized every detail; her red high-heeled shoes strapped around her ankles, red lipstick with that irresistible, dazzling smile on her face...

Why would someone like that want to go out with me? I don't consider myself bad-looking, but at 6'2", 142 pounds, I am not an athletic powerhouse... or any other kind of powerhouse, either.

Maybe you can tell from my short description of Taylor; yeah, I've had a secret crush (along with probably every other male in school) since we first sat down at the same study hall table way last September. And it's only gotten worse since, one of those things that I was certain that if I'd been naïve enough to think she might be romantically interested and tried to do something about it, it would likely ruin the friendship that we'd developed.

"I'm hearing your hesitation, you do know she and Dan broke up after graduation, don't you?... and I have it on good authority that she likes you."

I didn't know, I hadn't seen her since graduation... except in my dreams.

"Yeah, as a friend... not exactly a dating type friend," I told him.

"Well then, just ask her as a friend, like I'm asking you. There, see how easy that was, problem solved. Besides, she's good friends with Katy, we'll have a great time."

I rolled my eyes, Luke! He's always been easy with the girls, he has no fuckin' clue what it's like to be shy. Asking another guy-friend is a hell of a lot different than me asking a girl... especially a girl like Taylor. Besides, "How am I supposed to call her, I have no idea what her phone number is?"

"If that's your only problem... give me two minutes, I'll text you. Be here at seven... with Taylor."

"Lu..."

The asshat disconnected!

And about a minute later, a text message from Luke popped up, a phone number, 208-384-..... (sorry guys, I am NOT giving out Taylor's number). All I had to do was click on that number, so friggin' simple. Then why was my heart pounding a hole in my chest? Why did I feel like I'd swallowed an entire school of goldfish? I don't think I'd ever wanted anything, ever, as badly as I wanted my finger to just make a very simple, quick tap on my phone. No way, I couldn't do it, I'd go to Luke's but by myself, he'd just have to get over it.

I put my phone in my shirt pocket; out of sight, out of mind. There was no way a girl like Taylor Morrison would go anywhere with me, even a simple Monopoly game at Luke's house. And then... oh fuck! I heard it ringing! I didn't, did I? Accidentally touch that number? In a panic, I reached for the phone, madly trying to disconnect, my fingers fumbling like they were coming completely loose from my hand, when this voice I recognized from so many hours in study hall said, "Hello?"

Oh crap! What now? I stammered, managing to get it out of my pocket, "Taylor?" I asked. Well, duhh, who else would it be with her voice on her phone?

"Nate? Hi," God, her voice hadn't ever sounded quite like that in study hall, sultry, sexy.

"Uhhh..." If I'd thought my heart was pounding before... At least I'd managed to retrieve the phone out of my pocket without dropping it. "Umm, Luke called me a minute ago, wanted me to come over to his place for a game of Monopoly. I wondered..." my heartrate ballooning again, "he said... Katy's coming over, too... thought you might wanna...?"

"I'd love to! What time?" Omigod, Omigod!

It took me a minute to recover and answer, "Seven... he said, at his place, said he'd order pizza," I couldn't believe this! I was going out (well, just to Luke's but still...) with Taylor Morrison! THE Taylor Morrison! I glanced at my watch, I had no clue what time it was then, hadn't even thought to look after Luke mentioned Taylor. It was five-thirty-six. "Pick you up at quarter-til?"

I felt her smile coming through the phone in her voice, "I'll be ready, sounds like fun."

Okay, now what? What do I say? I didn't even know how to get off the phone, I was so excited. I wasn't exactly used to this, it was date number two for me. The other had been set up by Jimmy, my big brother, a disaster, Lisa, the sister of one of his friends. My fault, not hers, I was just too shy, couldn't put two rational words together. She must have thought I was an idiot, no way could I talk to her after that.

"Okay, see you in a bit, then," I said. Lame!

"See ya," she answered, then was gone.

Okay, fifty-four minutes to get ready. We live just over three miles from town on a little acreage, so I'd have to leave at six-thirty to get to her place by quarter-til, not that I'd ever been to her house, but at least I knew where they lived. I probably shouldn't say I've never been there, I've driven by, just imagining what it might be like to actually date her, felt kind of like stalking.

I jumped in the shower in a near panic, four minutes later I was drying myself. Brush my teeth, shave... who am I kidding, I have no beard! Well, I could use cologne, anyway, if I had some. I checked the other bathroom, Jimmy had some, he's three years older, said the girls loved it. At eight minutes after six I was dressed and ready to go.

Oh shit! I'd forgotten one thing, my only transportation was Dad's old pickup. It's what I'd been driving to work, but to pick up Taylor? No way! Not that I had much choice. It's an old '83 Ford four-wheel-drive F350, an ancient monster of a truck, lumpy and torn bench seat, rattles in every seam, diesel engine that roared... and stunk. But it'd pull Mom and Dad's big travel trailer, and that's what mattered to them. I had a full-ride scholarship to Boise State, so was planning on using part of my summer's earnings to buy a car, but fat lotta good that did me now.

I went into another panic, finding a blanket to put on the seat, and doing a quick vacuum with the shop-vac, at least get rid of some of the dirt. When I was finished, the interior wasn't even remotely okay for a girl like Taylor, any girl for that matter, but it was all I had. It was better than it had been, though, albeit not much.

I was five minutes late, another panic attack coming. I started the old truck and groaned, listening to the roar from that big diesel engine. Well, it couldn't be helped.

With a little speeding and running a couple red lights after being sure there wasn't a cop in the area, I was only a minute late to Taylor's. I jumped out and gave another groan when I looked back from her walk at the ride I was expecting her to sit in. Hell, she'd need a friggin' ladder!

And she was all smiles when she opened the door. About the only thing I could do was stand there and gawk. She had on a halter top, tied in the back and around her neck, and sort of loosely hanging about halfway down her tummy, showing off her nice midriff, bare in the back except the tie (Nice? What a lame word for how she looked!), no bra? a pair of tight, frayed denim Daisy Duke shorts that couldn't have been more than six inches long, and a pair of ankle-high boots with about three-inch heels. Gawd, she looked good!

She glanced at our 'ride' and if I told you I was embarrassed, it'd be the understatement of the year, maybe the decade. It never affected her smile in the least, though. "This yours?" she asked me. That voice... I nearly died! How come she didn't sound like that in study hall?

"Dad's," I told her, "they took the car on vacation, left this for me to drive"

"Cool," she said, "I've always wanted to ride in a 'real' truck." She rolled that 'real' word almost like a growl. Then she added, "Maybe after Luke's... we could go for a ride somewhere?" Was she kidding? Mocking?

"Uh, yeah, anything you want," I realized how that must have sounded, "I mean... I'd love to take you for a ride, wherever you'd like."

At the truck, I reached up and opened the door, then gripped the soft, bare skin of Taylor's waist, the electric shock passing from my fingertips through my body like a lightning bolt. I'd never actually touched a girl before. Well, except for holding hands with Lisa that time, but that hardly counted.

There was no conversation in the truck once I started that big engine. The thing did have a muffler, but it was pretty damned ineffective, the cab was a dull roar. Taylor acted like she loved it, though, watching me shift through the gears like she'd never seen a manual transmission before. She probably hadn't, they're practically extinct except for the old trucks like this one.

We made it to Luke's and Taylor waited for me to open the door for her and help her down. I'd been looking forward to this ever since helping her up. I still couldn't believe she was letting me touch her like that, and looking at her from this angle, there was no doubt she wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs might not be very big, but through that top, she looked perfect to me.

And she held my hand walking up Luke's sidewalk like she was my girlfriend or something!

On the way in, she whispered in my ear, "Just so you know, I suck at Monopoly, I'm always the first one bankrupt. I squeezed her hand and whispered back that she'd probably be lucky tonight. Actually, I was the one being lucky. I wasn't on cloud nine, it was at least fifteen or twenty, a heck of a lot higher than just nine.

Luke's smile was a mile wide when he opened the door and saw Taylor with me, "Knew you could do it!" he blurted out.

"Yeah, well..."

"Pizza's not here yet, should be any minute," he said, "got the game all ready to go while we're waiting."

I couldn't help but glance a little longer than necessary at Katy when she came in the room, wearing a short skirt and spaghetti-strap tank top. It didn't look like either girl was wearing a bra. No complaint from me!

I'm not going to bore you to death with a play-by-play of the Monopoly game. Suffice it to say that what Taylor said about her Monopoly skills was entirely accurate. She sucked! Of course, maybe bad luck played into it a little, too, you know, when almost her every roll landed on someone else's property, go to jail, Community Chest with taxes due or some such thing. By the time the pizza arrived, the rest of us had three-four properties. Taylor owned one railroad. Somehow, she had the skill to circumnavigate the entire board without landing on a single vacant property. She was a really good banker, though.

And those distracting nipples protruding through her top, oh my! I know that if it was just Luke and me, she could have snuck extra five-hundred-dollar bills out of the bank into her money pile and neither of us would have noticed. Between her and Katy...! Those short shorts hadn't been helping, either.

Katy, on the other hand, was on a roll, already adding houses on her Pacific, North Carolina, and Pennsylvania properties.

We took a break from the game when the pizzas arrived and sat around the dining table eating and talking. Taylor made me feel about a mile tall when she told us, "I wish I'd broken up with Danny a long time ago," looking over at me with that million-dollar smile on her face. I don't know if she meant what I thought, but it sure didn't hurt my ego any. My emotions had been running sky high ever since that accidental phone call but with that one little sentence... holy shit! I was seriously in love with that pouty face every time she got a bad roll, which was pretty much every roll.

After the pizza, Luke made a suggestion, "Guys, look at that sunset, it's really nice outside. Why don't we move our game outside?"

"Uhh, bugs...?" Katy reminded him, quite sensibly.

"Got it covered," he answered her, "Dad bought this really cool screen house that just kinda pops up. We can have it set up in five minutes."

So, we pulled the screen house out of the garage, out of its bag, and like Luke said, it just popped up, done in about two minutes. We found four lawn chairs, a table, and he lit a gas lantern, then we carefully moved our Monopoly game stuff out to the screen house. It felt so good, a little breeze blowing, under a thousand-year-old (well, almost) elm tree, great view of the gorgeous sunset, and we were playing again.

It was probably a half-hour later when the game began to get interesting. I'd accumulated hotels on the orange properties; Luke, both the red with hotels and yellow with two houses each; and Katy the green, and Park Place/Boardwalk, each with four houses. Taylor had finally managed to accumulate the three purple properties in front of my orange, and had four houses on each. She'd just rolled doubles, landing on my hotel on New York Avenue, owing me $1000. The pretty pout on her face and eyes was almost worth telling her to forget it... but not quite.

I held out my hand, a grin on my face, "Thousand bucks, please," I told her.

The pout grew, saddest face I've ever seen, I think. I motioned with my hand that I wanted my money.

"It's all I have," she complained, starting to count. My grin widened, rubbing my hands together, and waving my fingers in that 'gimme' motion.

She handed me the thousand, with a very stern, "Don't like you anymore." I hoped she was kidding.

"You got doubles, get to roll again," I told her, sorting my cash and stuffing it away.

She rolled, double twos, four. I don't think any of the rest of us could hold the chuckle as she landed on Luke's hotel on Indiana Avenue. Her eyes were wide, disbelieving her luck. He checked his property with a hotel, "That'll be Thousand-fifty, please," holding his hand out as I had, knowing full well that she had no money left, damn little, anyway.

"I... uhh... don't have anything," she said.

"You have properties, could just deed them over to me," he suggested, trying to be helpful, I guess.

Taylor groaned, "Guess I'm out of the game, huh?"

"Well, I can think of one other option," he said, "your boots, I like your boots, give them to me until you can buy them back and we'll be even."

Her eyes went wide, so did mine and Katy's with what he was suggesting. Granted, this was only boots but still...

Taylor scooted her chair back on the grass and slipped one high-heeled boot off, then the other, handing them over to Luke. I couldn't help but wonder... Besides, I never realized before that I have a foot fetish. Her feet were just so... I can't even think of a word.

Luke took the boots, setting them beside his chair. "Hopefully, you'll earn enough to get them back. Otherwise, we might have to bargain further for their retrieval... and I believe you had doubles again, it's still your turn."

My cock had gotten so hard, thinking of the possibilities. Pervert!

This time, Taylors hands were shaking when she picked up the dice again, cupping them in both her hands and shaking, suddenly dropping them on the game board -- a five and four, nine. She began to move her little hat and we could see the instant she realized where she was going to land, "Noooo!" she wailed. Right on North Carolina Avenue, four houses, owned by none other than Katy.

One turn, three rolls, three huge losses, I don't think I'd ever seen that before.

She looked over at Katy, eyes imploring for mercy, terror written all over her face. Katy's smile grew, "I believe," she started, "you have a top that I just love... if you want to stay in the game, that is."

Poor Taylor was practically in tears. I was torn between feeling sorry for her and excited out of my mind to see what was going to happen. "I can't... please!" she wailed.

"Oh, I think you can, maybe even want to, but I'll sweeten the deal a little, I'll throw in Park Place and Boardwalk, houses included... I'll even buy hotels for them. All you have to do... after you give me your top, is to kiss Nate. I understand he's never really kissed a girl before; you can teach him... right here."

Now my eyes were wide, my jaw dropped open. Was she kidding?

I watched Taylor, glancing at me, "I like that part, been wanting to do that all night... all year, really, but the other... please, Katy!"

She's been wanting to kiss me, even before tonight? My heart flip-flopped, I could barely breathe, hardly able to believe what I'd just heard.

"Nope, it's all or nothing, come on, girl, I know deep inside you're dying to do it."

"Easy enough for you to say!"

Katy chuckled, "What, you never got naked for Danny?" Taylor shook her head.

"Well, it's about time, then," Katy said.

Katy looked at me, "Nate, you want to untie those little knots on Taylor's back, help her out a bit? I think she'll make it worthwhile for you."

She took my hand, tugged me to my feet, and positioned me behind Taylor's chair. Every square inch of my body was shaking, my arms hanging at my sides. Katy led one of my hands to one of the dangling ends, then the other to the other end. "Well, girl, you want him to pull those or not, yes or no?"

Taylor's hands were covering her bright red face. We waited, my fingers shaking, finally hearing a tiny, squeaky "yes" coming from her.

"What was that? Need it a little louder, just to be sure," Katy prodded, acting like she was enjoying every second of Taylor's embarrassment.

"Yes, there... satisfied?" Taylor spoke up, her squeak coming through her hands much clearer that time.

Katy looked back at me, her glee showing through on her face, "Okay, Nat, pull, it's what she wants, probably been hoping all night something like this might happen.

Now, my fingers were shaking so hard I wasn't sure I could do anything with them. Lucky I already had that grip on those dangling ends. Just standing there, behind Taylor, looking at her sexy back had done a number on me, my dick was so freakin' hard. Not much doubt what I'd be doing once I was alone in my bedroom later!

I pulled, just a little, enough to pull it tight. I could hardly breathe, Taylor's hands were still covering her face, little whimpers coming from her mouth. I looked over at Katy, unsure if I should be doing this, my thoughts no doubt showing on my face.

"Go ahead," Katy encouraged, "I know her, she really does want you to do it."

Okay, I took a couple deep breaths and... pulled... all the way, and let go. It fell, still covering her, barely. I stood there in shock at what I'd just done. "Now the neck," Katy reminded me. My eyes went wide, I hadn't thought about that. It was just a string around her neck, once that was gone...

My fingers were still shaking but I managed to grip those string ends and pull, letting them go. It was a good thing all I had to do was pull, I doubt I could have done anything more complicated. The whole thing fell on the grass. Taylor was sitting in front of me, totally topless, tits naked, but I could see. My eyes were... holy shit!

She sat there a moment, trying to catch her breath, same as I was, her body trembling. I glanced at Luke and Katy, looking every bit as transfixed as me. I'll never think of Monopoly as boring again!

"You're beautiful!" I managed to mumble, surprised that I could even speak. I'd never seen a girl's tits before. Pictures, yeah, but Taylor's were... damn, just damn! And all I'd gotten was a glimpse before she'd hidden them under her hands.

"Umm... I don't think you can do the second part sitting like that," Katy reminded her, gonna have to stand up."

'The second part', it took me a little bit to process what she was talking about, and when I finally realized it, Taylor had stood, turning around, still hiding her breasts with her hands. "You want to kiss me?" Taylor asked in her barely audible voice.

"Uhuh, uhuh," I must have sounded like the village idiot, drool drizzling from my mouth. She took her hands away from her breasts and... holy shit! I'd never seen anything so sexy! My dick had never been so hard before, either. I just hoped that I didn't make a sticky mess in my pants.

She put her hands on my shoulders and our lips slowly came together. I was certain that the emotions churning through me were going to fry my brain and strike me dead any second. I'd never really thought about what it might feel like to be struck by lightning, but I was sure as hell finding out. If I died that instant, it would have been worthwhile. Her lips were so soft and pliable, opening slightly, and I felt her tongue tickling my lips, her bare nipples pressing against me. That sticky mess was coming precariously close.

Her hands went behind my neck, and she pulled away just a fraction, saying, "You know... you can touch... I'd like that."

I hadn't even realized, my arms were hanging by my side.

Her lips tickled mine once. My hands went around her back, fingers against her sexy skin under her long hair, everything about her was so fuckin' hot! The tickling lips pressed harder, her tongue pressing once again against my lips, prodding them open, forcing them to relax. And then... oh shit... I felt her tongue prodding into my mouth. I couldn't stop myself, the dam had burst, I pulled Taylor tighter to me, kissing her back with a vengeance, groaning into her mouth, my body stiffening like a board, and the orgasm overwhelmed me completely. I'd never felt anything even remotely like it, shooting stream after stream of cum into my shorts.

When it was done, I was more embarrassed than I'd ever been in my eighteen years. Taylor giggled, "Guess you liked our kiss, huh?"

"I'm sorry," I told her, mortified at what I'd done, "it's just... I've never... you know... been with a girl before."

She kissed me on my lips again, this time briefly, "Don't be sorry, it's a pretty big compliment to a girl, guess you find me at least a little sexy."

I rolled my eyes, "A little? Holy crap, Taylor, you're the prettiest, hottest human being on the planet!" And she was. I was finally able to actually look at her, standing there totally topless, her small breasts, just right for her, topped with those rosebud nipples that looked so hard.

Guess the location of my eyes was fairly obvious, Taylor told me, "You can touch them if you want. I'd... like that."

My dick was already stirring again, my eyes wide, hands operating of their own volition, reaching up to her, feeling her nipples with my fingertips, so hard and pointed. I rolled them a little between my thumb and finger, Taylor let out a little moan, looking down at my fingers, "Mmm," she said, "they like that, it feels so good."

Oh yeah, it felt good! I never imagined, not in my wildest dreams...

"Okay guys," Luke interrupted. Asshole! "We going to play some more of this game or are we done?"

Taylor gripped both my hands, holding them on her tits, "Just a minute or two more," she said, "not so sure I want to go back to Monopoly, except that I own Boardwalk and Park Place now... with hotels."

I made one last squeeze, then asked Luke, "You by any chance have a pair of pants or shorts I could change to? I sorta..." We're close to the same size, close enough, anyway with a belt. I'm a little skinnier than him. Anything would be better than the sticky mess I had on.

He laughed, yeah, real funny! "Go check in my room, there's something you can wear."

They were all three laughing at something when I came back minutes later, probably at my predicament. But when I saw Taylor, still dressed like she had been when I left, those short shorts and nothing else, I completely forgot about my embarrassing situation from earlier.

We played several more rounds past Go with money changing hands back and forth among the four of us, lots of teasing, mostly directed at Taylor that we hoped she'd have to sell another item of her clothes, except that both me and Katy landed on her new properties, she even landed on the free parking spot, giving her oodles of cash for the taxes and other things we'd been putting money in the middle of the board, giving her cash to spare, dammit!

Speaking of Katy, I'd kinda hoped she'd have that little run of bad luck, too, wasn't happening. Ah well, I couldn't complain too much with the topless girl sitting right around the corner from me. Speaking of said topless girl, she finally told us, "I can't do this any longer, can we go for a ride, instead?"

There was agreement all around, so we put up the Monopoly game, took down the screenhouse, and put it away. The whole time we were working, I couldn't take my eyes away from the girl I hoped was going to be my girlfriend. Katy hadn't given her top back, told her the night wasn't over yet, and Taylor hadn't seemed to mind. Watching her in nothing more than those Daisy Dukes was more than a little entertaining, though. She'd readjusted her long hair so that it was falling down her front instead of her back, just letting those delectable nipples poke through. Hot damn!

Then we were outside looking at our available transportation. I had the old pickup, hardly a 'go for a ride with chicks' type of vehicle, and Luke had his little two-seat sports car, an old Mazda; cool car, though, just not exactly for four. "Not exactly a glamorous choice, hunh," I said.

"Well, I for one love it!" Taylor told us. "It has character."

God, I was falling in love with this girl! Even aside from the fact that she was damned near naked.

She turned to Katy, "Can I please have my top back now... pretty please?"

No... Katy, Taylor lost it, anything, whatever excuse, I thought. "Yeah, probably, wouldn't want to get stopped and arrested, you having to go to jail naked, would we."

Her eyelids shot up, "Jail? What are we going to jail for?"

Katy laughed, "Just kidding, girl, you want your top back or not?"

To my, and I'm sure Luke's, disappointment, a moment later Taylor was retying the little knots at the back of her top, the ones I'd so happily untied an hour or so ago.

We climbed up in the truck, me helping Taylor once again, this time from the driver's side. She slid over just enough and snuggled to me when I got in behind her. This I liked! I'd seen girls snuggled up to their guy and always been jealous. One hand just naturally went to her bare leg beside me. She put hers on top and squeezed, giving me a nice smile. No one had ever told me how soft a girl's skin is.

Like I mentioned before, this wasn't one of those fancy, newer pickups with two seats, only one wide, lumpy bench seat. Katy and Luke climbed in on the other side, Katy sitting next to Taylor, the four of us squeezed tight. That truck seat had never felt so good!

"Anyone know where we're going?" I asked as I backed out of Luke's driveway.

"I have an idea," Taylor answered.

"Okay, where?" I asked.

She chuckled, "Tell you when we get there, for now, just go to the old River Road. It'll be fun."

So that's where I headed. The Old River Road was the main highway at one time, long, long ago, long before my time, probably before all of us put together. Now, it's just a narrow, twisting road down the Idaho River. Occasionally, they have to use it when the freeway's closed for one reason or another, usually a dust storm. I can't even imagine semis driving it.

Anyway, that's not important, has nothing to do with anything. We were about six miles out of town down the road when Taylor told me, "Turn here, that road."

Road? It was nothing but a dirt trail out through a field. "Uhh, the gate... and there's a padlock on it, how...?"

"It's okay, My family's friends with the owner, he told me I could come anytime. I've already texted him that I was bringing some friends." I wondered what and who she'd been texting while I was driving.

I stopped in front of the gate, "Come? Come where?" Like I said, it's just a trail out through a field.

"Let me out, I know the combination."

A minute later, Taylor was back in the truck, the gate was again locked behind us, and we were driving out through the farmer's field. After maybe a quarter-mile, the road led through brush and we were mired in a mudhole from a thunderstorm a couple nights earlier. I got out, waded through the mud, engaged the front axles for the four-wheel drive, and a minute later we were on our way once again -- to somewhere.

I drove another couple hundred yards and the road ended, narrowing to a walking path. "We're there," Taylor told us, motioning for me to get out. Luke and Katy got out on their side, and we walked out the trail to where there's a little bluff down to the river which was wide and deep. "It's the swimming hole," she said.

"Umm," Katy started, "no swimsuits, you could have told us."

"Never heard of skinny-dipping?" she said, reaching behind herself to untie her halter top, "you never been naked for Luke?" Katy's face was bright red in the moonlight.

We were in the complete dark, except for the bright moonlight and stars. It was a beautiful night, I guess especially to be skinny-dipping with two pretty girls.

Taylor had the two ties undone, holding her top up with her hand, "Come on Katy, off with the top. Guys, you too."

How could I resist? My shirt was a pullover, so I pulled it up over my head, and Taylor dropped hers to the ground. Katy let out a little moan and lifted her tank top as well. I was very, very happy for the bright moonlight. No doubt Luke was, too. Katy is much larger than Taylor on top. Where Taylor's slim and athletic, Katy is... I guess voluptuous would be the right word. Don't get me wrong, she's not overweight or anything like that, just very curvy in all the right places.

Anyway, to make a long story short, when she took that top off, just... holy shit! Why the hell isn't she a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model? I didn't know that real girls were built like that.

But still, I preferred Taylor's slim build, her tight tummy, long legs... I could go on and on. And then Taylor unsnapped and unzipped those Daisy Dukes. If my eyes and my dick weren't transfixed before, they sure as hell were then. She hooked her thumbs over them and began to push, "You going to stand there and gawk or take those shorts off so we can get in the water?" she asked, looking straight at me, letting out a giggle.

This wasn't happening, no way in hell! It was just a few hours earlier that I was complaining to Luke that Taylor and I were only friends, that I couldn't possibly ask her out on a date, and now...!

You better believe I unsnapped and unzipped my borrowed shorts, and Taylor began pushing hers down. I was having trouble breathing, watching those tiny, lacy panties come into view, pushing my shorts down at the same time. My heart was pounding by the time Taylor's shorts hit the ground. This was unfuckingbelievable! She took the couple steps over to me, stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, brushing her nipples against my bare chest. "Think we need to make sure our friends follow suit, don'cha think?"

We turned, arms around each other, "We're waiting," I'd gotten up the courage to say.

Like Taylor and I had a moment before, Luke and Katy pushed their pants and skirt down, Katy going one step further and pushing her panties down with her skirt. My eyes nearly bugged out, she was totally bare down there!

Taylor giggled, turned and took off running. There was a thick rope hanging from a huge tree. She grabbed the end, ran backward as far as she could, then raised her legs and swung out over the river, dropping at least ten feet down into the water.

"Your turn," she yelled after she'd come back up, treading water.

"Are there alligators?" I yelled back.

She laughed, "We're in Idaho. I don't think they have alligators."

I started to climb down the bank to the water, "Oh no," she hollered, "use the rope, just like I did."

Uhh, I step into water, not jump. I stopped, weighing my options; on one hand, use the rope -- likely death or if I do happen to survive, I've impressed the girl of my dreams; the other option, step in like I'd planned, live for another day but disappoint said girl. I grabbed the rope, ran back, hoisted my legs, closed my eyes, and swung, letting go when I felt myself starting to swing back, letting out a blood-curdling scream before I hit the water.

When I surfaced, Taylor was right there, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me, both of us treading water at the same time. "I knew you could do it! Danny never would use the rope."

We spent the next I don't know how long playing in the water, splashing, floating, dunking, laughing, kissing, falling deeper under Taylor's spell every minute, forgetting that there was another couple with us.

We swam back to shore and watching Taylor climb out of the water in front of me in nothing except those totally sheer panties that looked like they were glued to her body was spellbinding.

Luke and Katy were laying in the grass just down from the truck, both completely naked. Taylor lay down about ten feet away from them and motioned me to lie with her. We kissed and it felt like the first time that I was confident enough to really kiss her back, mouth open, one hand fondling her breast. She pulled away just slightly and said, "Nate...I'm really enjoying this, but..." I held my breath, wondering, worrying, "I can't go all the way, much as I want to. I'm not on any birth control... and I'm just not ready yet."

"Taylor... it's okay, I never expected... I just want to be with you... I've dreamed about this for so long. Just never imagined it would ever happen... ever, any of this.

"Mmm, I wished I'd broken it off with Danny way back when I realized we weren't right for each other." and this time I kissed her.

"Ohhh, Nate..." she moaned through our connected lips. Our kiss had turned far more passionate than anything before. I think we were both realizing that there was far more here than simple lust, although plenty of that as well. Taylor's legs wrapped around me and I felt the heat from her private parts. She pulled her lips away one more time and groaned, "Nate... I've never... but they want to know how it feels... suck my tits... please"

I groaned, I'd never...! Obviously. But, oh God, did I want to!

I pulled my lips away from Taylor's and kissed down her neck, getting little grunts and groans for my efforts. And then... I had Taylor's nipple in my mouth, suckling on it like I was a baby getting his first meal.

"Oh God, Oh God," Taylor's hands were in my hair, scratching at the roots, encouraging me. And then we heard it...

The scream from ten feet away, Katy's scream, Luke was on top of her, pumping in and out, Katy letting out scream after scream, humping her hips up to meet him, the look of determination on Luke's face. I wouldn't have expected anything to distract me from sucking Taylor's tit, but watching my friend making love with his girl was just too much.

Taylor's eyes, too, found the couple, just as her hand found its way under my wet shorts, gripping my rock-hard cock. She found damp slickness, her hand squeezing, working up and down. That same feeling from during the Monopoly game was hitting me, except the intensity about ten times more. I clamped my lips over her other breast, biting down, sucking hard. My orgasm exploded in Taylor's hand just as she let out her own scream, her body tensing and shuddering, finally relaxing.

We looked back over at Katy and Luke, Luke obviously still inside her but not moving like before, either of them. I rolled over and Taylor and I embraced. I'd never felt so... whole... in my life. I had no doubt that I'd found my lifelong companion, the girl I was going to marry.