Fishing Club Ch. 02

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When I got home on Sunday evening, I greeted my parents and sister. I took care of my things, putting my dirty clothes in the washing machine and a bag of fillets in the freezer. I decided to wait before starting the washer until after I showered. I finished in the bathroom dressed in sweat pants and a tee-shirt, then went downstairs. Mom called me into the kitchen, telling me dinner was ready.

“How was the fishing trip?” Dad said as we ate.

“It was great. I caught a few walleyes, then grilled the fish we caught for dinner. Mark and Hank sent some fish home with me. I put it in the freezer,” I said.

“I love fresh fish. I’ll cook some this week,” Mom said.

While we ate, I told my parents and sister about the trip. As I explained how we fished, Dad asked questions. Mom laughed when I told them about the rustic cabin.

After dinner, Jill and I took care of the dishes. Standing at the sink, she nudged me with her shoulder and grinned.

“So, did you have fun with my boyfriends?” Jill said.

“It was a blast, Jill. Mark and Hank invited me to go again,” I said.

I didn’t know whether or not she talked with Mark or Hank. And if she did, I didn’t know what they told her.

“That’s cool, Josh. Mark said they’re going to take Amy and me one of these weekends.”

“I think you’d like fishing, Jill. It’s a lot of fun. I learned how to drive the boat while we were up north,” I said.

“Amy said she’s gone fishing with her brother, but she’s never been to the cabin. She told me the boys didn’t take girls there, but Hank said he would take us,” Jill said.

“As I said at dinner, the cabin is rustic. There’s only one big room, and the bathroom doesn’t provide much privacy,” I said.

Jill chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Laughing, I said, “No, I don’t imagine it would.”

My sister and I finished taking care of the kitchen. Then I went to the laundry room to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer. Jill went to the family room to watch television with our parents.

When I walked into the family room, I saw Jill sitting on the couch with her phone. I could tell she was texting with someone. When she saw me, she smiled.

“I’m going to head to bed. It’s been a long weekend,” I said.

“Have a good night, Josh. We’ll see you in the morning,” Mom said.

I went to my room, stretched out on my bed, and picked up a magazine about fishing I bought. As I flipped through the pages, I checked the ads for boats and tackle. I decided to buy my own gear and planned to ask Mark and Hank to help me. After reading for an hour, I turned off my lamp and rolled onto my back.

As I reminisced about my initiation into Mark and Hank’s fishing club, my cock flexed. I removed my sweat pants and stroked my dick as I thought about giving Mark and Hank blowjobs. Grinning, I remembered the feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth and the taste of their cum. My cock hardened while I pumped my hand up and down the shaft. Closing my eyes, I relived the sensation of my new friends sucking me.

Thinking about my sexual preferences, I realized having oral sex with Mark and Hank was just as enjoyable as what I’d done with a girl. I missed the kissing and touching I enjoyed with a female, but sucking cock held a close second.

When I came, I caught my semen in my left hand, then licked the thick cum from my palm while thinking about the difference in taste between Mark’s, Hank’s, and mine. While similar, each was unique.

I removed my tee-shirt and pulled the covers over my naked body. Since sleeping naked at the cabin, I decided I liked the feeling.

The next morning, I sat at the table, having breakfast. Jill came into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, and joined me.

“I texted with Amy last night. She wants to know when you’re going to ask her out?” Jill said.

Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my mouthful of cereal. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll ask her out this weekend,” I said.

“Hank and Mark are taking me to a fishing show. You and Amy should come too,” Jill said.

“Sure, it sounds like fun. Give me Amy’s number, and I call her,” I said.

My sister giggled and said, “No need, I already told her you were coming with us.”

“Thanks, Jill, but I’d still like her phone number,” I said.

Reaching across the table, Jill took my phone, entered Amy’s number into my contacts, and returned it. I glanced at the screen and smiled.

“Thanks, Jill,” I said.

On Saturday, Hank, Mark, and Amy came to the house to get my sister and me. Jill sat in the front seat of the truck, and I sat in the back with Amy. I was surprised when she sat next to me. As my sister did, Amy wore a skirt.

“The fishing show is a great place to pick up tackle,” Mark said. I had told him and Hank I wanted to buy my own gear earlier in the week.

“Sounds good to me. I need you guys to help me get what I need,” I said.

“Should Amy and I get our own equipment too?” Jill said.

“I would wait until you’ve gone fishing so you can bonus veren siteler decide if you like it. Mark and I have everything you’ll need for now,” Hank said.

“I have my own rod and reel but used my brother’s tackle when he took me fishing,” Amy said.

“Do you like fishing?” I said.

“I’ve only gone a couple of times. Hank took me to a small lake, and we fished for bluegills. I loved it and the boat ride.” Amy replied.

“Wait until you catch a walleye. They fight a lot harder than bluegills do,” Hank said.

Hank parked at the expo center. We got out of the truck and headed for the building. Amy took my hand, holding it as we followed Hank, Mark, and my sister. I smiled when Jill held hands with both of them.

“We should take a quick trip through the displays, then return to the ones we want to spend time in,” Mark said.

While Amy and I followed the other three, I glanced around. I was amazed by the number of booths displaying their products. We made a trip around the vast hall, talking about which booths we wanted to return to. It took a little over an hour to make the rounds.

“Let’s grab something to drink,” Mark said. He led us to a concession stand where we ordered sodas.

“Are we going to eat here?” Jill asked.

“We can, but I’d rather go somewhere else. All they have are hotdogs and hamburgers,” Hank said.

Once we finished our sodas, we went to one of the displays we wanted to visit. While we weren’t planning to buy one, Hank wanted to look at the fishing boats. We looked at the boats while Mark and Hank talked about the different models.

Hank pointed at a twenty-four-foot center console fiberglass boat. We checked it out while Hank told us about the features.

“One of these days, I’m going to get something like this. I want to fish the Great Lakes for walleye, salmon, and lake trout, but it can get rough on the big lakes, so you need a bigger boat,” Hank said.

We spent a while looking at the boats and accessories before moving on. Mark and Hank led us to one of the display booths and showed me the different rods and reels available. I reminded them I didn’t know anything about the tackle and would take their suggestions.

The five of us went from booth to booth, comparing the offerings and prices. We decided to get another cold drink before we started equipping me. After drinking our sodas, we checked out several displays touting fishing trips.

“One of these days, I’d like to take a fly-in fishing trip. They drop you off at a remote location where you fish for a few days. Most of the better trips are to Canada,” Mark said.

As we went from one display to the next, Jill and Amy collected brochures and placed the information into bags one of the booths provided.

Over the next hour, we purchased my fishing equipment. Mark and Hank outfitted me with two new rod and reel combinations, a soft side tackle box, and lures. They also selected line and terminal tackle.

We headed out of the exhibit hall to Hank’s truck. After stowing the gear in the back of the pickup, Hank locked the cover.

“The show was cool,” Amy said as she climbed into the backseat. She sat close to me, fixing her skirt.

“I’m amazed by the amount of fishing tackle available. I’ve been reading about it but never realized there are so many different types of rods, reels, and other things,” I said.

“Different types of fishing require different tackle. We only saw freshwater fishing equipment. You wouldn’t believe what people use for saltwater. Some of the lures cost as much as a dozen of the baits we use,” Hank said.

“What do we want to eat?” Mark said.

My sister giggled, then Mark and Hank laughed. “You can have it for dessert, baby,” Mark said.

Amy laughed and said, “God, Jill. You’re so bad!”

“Actually, I’m pretty good,” Jill said.

“Okay, that’s enough. Where are we going for dinner?” Mark said.

After a quick discussion, we decided on Chinese food. Hank drove to a restaurant near our houses. We all went in and were seated in a horseshoe-shaped booth. Jill sat between Mark and Hank while Amy sat next to Mark with me next to her.

Each of us ordered a different entree so we could share. The table had a lazy Susan in the center, allowing us to turn it and bring what we wanted to sample closer. We ate our fill, then boxed the leftovers.

“What does everyone what to do now?” Hank asked as he started the truck.

“Can we hang around at your house and have a few beers?” Jill said.

“Sure. Let’s drop Josh’s gear at your house, then we’ll go to mine,” Hank said.

Hank parked in our driveway, and we took my fishing gear into the garage, placing it on the workbench. Mark said he and Hank would come over after work to help me set everything up. Jill went into the house to let our parents know where we’d be.

At Hank and Amy’s house, we went downstairs to the finished basement. Hank and Mark passed out cans of cold beer to everyone.

“Here’s to great fishing,” Hank said as he raised bedava bahis his can.

Mark, Jill, and Mark sat on a couch. I sat in one of the recliners, and, much to my surprise, Amy sat on my lap. She put her arm around me and rested her head against my shoulder. I hooked my arm around her back, putting my hand on her waist.

Whispering in my ear, Amy said, “So, are you going to kiss me, or do I have to kiss you?”

Taking her chin in my hand, I turned Amy toward me and pressed my lips against hers, meeting her tongue with mine. Amy and I kissed for a few minutes, then she pulled her head back and smiled.

“You’re a good kisser, Josh,” Amy said.

“You’re good too,” I said.

Amy wiggled on my lap, causing her skirt to rise up on her legs. She kissed my neck and hugged me against her body. As Amy pressed her chest against me, I became aware of her full breasts. I felt my body stiffen as she moved her kisses to my ear.

“I’m too aggressive, aren’t I?” Amy said.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Josh. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I really like you and want to get to know you better, but if you’re not ready, I understand,” Amy whispered.

I thought for a moment, then smiled. I’d never been with a girl who was as assertive as Amy seemed to be. Most of the other girls I dated wouldn’t do much more than a kiss for the first few dates. I felt Amy wasn’t as reluctant to do more.

Throwing caution to the wind, I kissed Amy again. As I probed her mouth with my tongue, I ran my hand up her side and covered one of her breasts. I figured if she didn’t like it, Amy would make me stop. Instead, she pressed into my hand and moaned.

As I kneaded her firm mound, Amy pulled her head back. She looked into my eyes, smiled, and said, “I like how you’re touching my tit. Firm and gentle at the same time.”

“Do I do as well as your boyfriends?” I said.

Holding my hand against her breast, Amy smiled and said, “You’re the first boy to feel my boobs. I haven’t dated many boys and never let the ones I did date touch me. I’ve only fooled around with Jill before now.”

“Why me?” I asked.

I started to remove my hand from Amy’s breast, but she stopped me. “Please don’t stop. I love what you’re doing.” She took my wrist in her hand, pulled up her tank top, and put my hand on her bra-covered boob.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why do you want to do this with me?” I said, gently massaging her breast to emphasize my point.

“I’ll tell you if you promise not to laugh at me,” Amy said.

Smiling, I said, “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

Amy giggled, got off my lap, and took my hand. “Let’s leave these guys alone. I don’t want to watch Hank and Mark fooling around with your sister.”

“Jealous?” I said as we left the recreation room.

“Nope. I don’t get jealous. Do you?” Amy said.

“I haven’t, but I never liked anyone enough to get jealous of them,” I said.

Amy led me to her bedroom, closed the door, and pointed at the bed. We sat next to each other, and I put my arm around her shoulders.

“You asked me why you. I guess it’s a fair question, Josh. The truth is, I never met a boy I felt comfortable with until I met you. For the past few years, I had issues with my self-esteem. The boys from school used to make fun of Jill and me because we’re not the skinny cheerleader type. It didn’t bother Jill as much as it bothered me. Your sister would give them the finger and tell them to fuck off.

“Last summer, Jill and I were at your house. We’d been swimming and having fun. While we were sunning, she started putting sunscreen on my back, and before the end of the day, we kissed each other. Over the next few weeks, our kissing turned into sex. First, we touched each other, and then one night, we went all the way when she slept over.

“Jill and I had a lot of fun and hot sex together. I knew she liked boys, but I was happy with our relationship. I dated a few boys so people wouldn’t talk but never got serious. When Jill started dating Hank and Mark, we didn’t get together as often.”

“You haven’t answered my question, Amy. Why me?” I said.

“When we talked at the party, there was something I’d never felt about a boy before. I can’t really put my finger on it, but you were so nice to me. When you looked at me, I didn’t feel you judged me by the way I looked. So I talked to Jill about you, and she said you’re a great guy and to go for it if I wanted to go out with you,” Amy said.

I rubbed Amy’s arm as I thought about what she said. It seemed she was honest and wanted to date me. I found her attractive, as well as fun to be with. Holding her against my side, I leaned close and kissed her. Amy moaned into my mouth as she fell back. We maintained our open-mouthed kiss for a few minutes, then she moved away.

Sitting up, Amy chuckled as she removed her top. I gazed at her bra-covered breasts, smiling as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“If I remember correctly, you were feeling me up before we deneme bonus came up here,” Amy said.

I put my hand on her breast, causing Amy to smile. When we resumed kissing, Amy and I moved until we were side by side on the bed with our heads on the pillows, facing each other. Our tongues flicked together, and I rubbed her back. I ran my fingers over her bra strap, looking for the hooks.

Amy shifted away from me and said, “It hooks in the front.”

I fiddled with the clasp until I released her bra and peeled the cups away from her breasts. I ran my hand over her firm mounds, causing Amy to arch her back. Leaning over, I kissed each of her boobs, then sucked on one of her nipples. She grabbed the back of my head, pressing me against her chest.

Lifting my head, I looked into Amy’s eyes. “You have lovely tits,” I said.

“Thank you,” Amy whispered.

I removed my tee-shirt and hugged Amy, pressing our naked chests together. We started kissing again as my hand roamed over her body. Moving down to her hip, then her thigh, I put my hand under her skirt, and Amy let out a groan as I caressed her panty-covered ass.

“If you don’t want me to do something, tell me, and I’ll stop,” I said.

Amy rubbed my chest, moving her hand lower until she touched my crotch. My cock swelled against her fingers as she stroked me through my slacks. When she tugged at my belt, I helped her open my pants. Amy slipped her hand into my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.

I slipped my hand into the back of her panties, rubbed her ass, and then ran it to the front. Amy opened her legs when my fingertips stroked her hairless mons. We continued kissing and caressing each other. As our passion rose, we helped each other remove our remaining clothing.

Amy and I gazed at each other, shifting our eyes over the other’s naked body. She gripped my cock, smiling as she stroked it. I rubbed her vulva, feeling her wetness. When I slipped a finger into her pussy, Amy’s hips rocked against my hand. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my body.

“You asked me if there was something I didn’t want,” Amy said.

Holding her hips as she rubbed her crotch on my cock, I nodded.

Amy smiled, shifted until my cock pressed against the opening of her pussy, and lowered her body, causing my dick to enter her.

“I don’t want to be a virgin, Josh,” Amy said.

I pulled her down as I pushed up, sinking my cock into Amy’s wet pussy. She moaned as we started moving. When we developed a comfortable rhythm, she started letting out soft groans each time I bottomed out in her.

“Oh, god! I love this,” Amy said as she bounced on me.

Sitting up, I wrapped my arms around Amy and flipped her onto her back without removing my cock from her pussy. She lifted her legs, pointing her toes at the ceiling as I thrust in and out of her, our bodies slapped together.

When I felt Amy’s pussy contract and heard her yell out to announce her orgasm, I felt my climax building.

“I have to pull out because I’m going to come,” I said.

“Don’t you dare! I’m on the pill,” Amy shouted.

Amy came, and her body shook. A few moments later, I shot my semen into her convulsing pussy while burying my cock deep inside her. When our orgasms subsided, we hugged and kissed. Even after coming as hard as I did, my cock was still semi-erect and in her pussy.

“Wow, that was amazing. I’m glad I waited for you to make me a woman. Thank you, Josh,” Amy said.

“I assure you, it was my pleasure, Amy,” I said. I kissed her and smiled.

Lifting my head, I looked into Amy’s eyes. When I started moving my cock in and out of her pussy again, she smiled.

“Are you going to fuck me again?” Amy asked.

“Sure, if you want me to,” I replied.

Hugging me, Amy said, “I want you to fuck me anytime you want to. Among other things.”

I slowed my thrusting but kept moving. Pushing my cock deep into Amy’s pussy, I wiggled my hips, rubbing her clit with my pubic bone.

“What other things do you want to do with me?” I asked.

Giggling, Amy said, “Anything and everything we can think of.”

Amy and I stopped talking as I continued fucking her through two orgasms before sending the second load of cum into her. Exhausted from our active coupling, we cuddled each other while basking in the afterglow of the best sex I’d had to date.

After a half-hour, we got up and went to shower. Standing in the stall, we hugged and kissed.

“Well, what do you think about fucking?” I said while soaping Amy’s breasts.

“I don’t know what to say, Josh. As I said, it was amazing, and I hope you and I can do it again,” Amy replied, then she giggled. “Jill told me a real cock is way better than a dildo. She wasn’t kidding.”

“I haven’t had sex too many times. I have to tell you this was the best it’s ever been,” I said, meaning every word.

“So, I guess you think we’re compatible.” Amy chuckled as she stroked my cock. “We certainly fit together well. When I saw your penis, I wasn’t sure it was going to fit. It’s way bigger than the dildo I have.”

Amy and I finished in the shower, got out, and dried off. Back in her bedroom, she laughed as she looked at the mess we made on her bed. I helped her strip off the dirty sheets and replaced them with a fresh set.

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