We held hands for what seemed like eternity before rising to go back towards the clearing Stacey was.

Dear Diary,

I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with is as caring and gentle as Dave was in teaching me about sexuality. We both know that we can never be more than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and woman. But we will always have these cherished moments when he took time out of his life to share his maturity and experiences with me. Now I may even be more prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age may try to get me in.

Dave and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Stacey had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.

We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.

Thomas struck out in the lead and Stacey was never more than a few feet behind him. Dave and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them. They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.