..is that white stuff?" Nigella asked referring to the massive amount of semen on my stomach."White stuff?" I asked, forgetting that this was all new ...to them. "Oh, this is...semen." Semen?" Nigella asked."The technical term is semen, but I usually call it cum," I replied. It was surreal to be explaining this."Cum?" Nigella asked, as the others whispered amongst themselves, as if I had said something significant. "As in, an orgasm?" Yes!" I said excitedly, delighted to hear they were familiar. I stayed hidden, barely breathing, as I waited to see if I was alone. I wasn't. Will, a guy from my class, stepped into the clearing carrying a weathered gym bag. He looked around warily, and knelt down with the bag next to a tree. He unzipped the bag, revealing a black trash liner filled with magazines. Will took out one of the magazines, and began to thumb through it. I stayed hidden, waiting to see what would happen next. After flipping through a couple of magazines, Will began rubbing the. She was wiggling her ass around so I took the invitation to get my hands lower .. she had jeans on so I was trying to maneuver the buttons. I finally got them unbuttoned and unzipped but I barely could get my hand to the top of her mound . I kept trying to readjust so I could get a better reach. She noticed the hard time I was having so she let up off my cock and moved her jeans and panties to her knees . Everytime the lightening would crash I could feel her grip on my cock grow tighter. Well. She was in very good shape with about 34 B's. We danced till we were sweaty and then took a break for a drink. We made some small talk and then I asked her what she was in here looking for tonight. She admitted she was experimenting being bisexual. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and know wanted to explore this. She had been with some women, but when she saw me it made her knees weak and nipples hard. I smiled and said I had been trying some new things as well. I wanted to be.