Summer Surprise

“Can we go back to her dressing room and congratulate her?” Dianne asked.

“No time. If we don’t hurry, she’ll beat us home because she doesn’t have a ton of makeup to remove or clothes to change out of. If it had been a regular performance, we probably could have, because there’s all this other stuff going on backstage which drags things out.”

“I’d like to get her some flowers or something in appreciation of her performance.”

“Flower shops are closed, but I know a gas station that sells single roses for guys who forget anniversaries or birthdays or Valentine’s Day.”

“Are you one of those people?”

“Not so far. Time will tell if I mess up in the future.”

Dianne smiled at him.

On the way home, they made a pit stop and bought one white and one pink rose. It was five dollars for each one, but they were relatively fresh and not wilted.

They barely had time to put the two roses in a bud vase before Chloe got home.

“That was terrific, Chloe,” Dianne said. “I loved it. You really put a lot of your life in it.”

Chloe did a low sweeping bow where her hand almost touched the floor. “Write what you know. Thank you, fans. You’ve made me what I am today; a penniless scholar struggling to make ends meet.” She straightened with a grin.

“These are for you,” Matt said. “These penniless scholars didn’t have enough for a whole bouquet. It really was terrific.”

Chloe sniffed the roses. “I shall treasure this above all other awards I intend to win in the future. No Tony or Oscar will ever mean as much to me as these two blooms do.”

The others laughed and hugged her.

Dianne let her body linger against Matt’s for a moment as she kissed him on the cheek and hugged him goodnight.

“What do you think?” Chloe said when Matt was gone.

“He’s nice. I like him. Still not quite ready to move on, but he’s got a shot.”

******

The following evening Matt and Chloe got together for another movie night. Matt brought food and Dianne provided the popcorn and movie. It was just the two of them this time because Chloe was busy performing her solo play.

“What are we watching?” Matt asked as he put the hot dish in the microwave to reheat.

“Tropic Thunder.”

“I’m not sure I’ve seen it. Why that one?”

“It’s a funny action movie. The way they have Robert Downey, Jr. playing a black guy and Tom Cruise being bald and fat is kind of ridiculously hilarious.”

“Do you like action movies?”

“I used to really like watching war movies with Robert. He would point out the good stuff that made it real for him. I don’t like them as much anymore. After he was killed they got too real. This one has humor so it’s not as bad. I figured it was a pretty good switch from Love Story. What did you make?”

“It’s a casserole with grilled hamburger mixed up with sliced potatoes, carrots, celery, and onions. It’s good, you’ll like it.”

Dianne did like it and teased, “You’ll make someone a good wife one day.”

“It’s one of a few things I do well. I can grill just about anything, but it’s rather limited other than that. Breakfast and sandwiches mostly.”

“We’ll have to check out your grilling skills some time,” Dianne said.

They both enjoyed the movie, laughing together at all the right places, and finding similar things funny. During the first half of the movie Matt rubbed Dianne’s shoulders and neck as he had the week before. They switched positions for the second half of the movie. Dianne found herself enjoying the rippling of Matt’s well defined muscles as she massaged him. She could tell he worked out quite a bit with weights, and was glad he was well put together but wasn’t muscle bound.

Before he left, Matt said, “Chloe’s going to be busy next weekend with the show and all. I was wondering if you’d like to do something different?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A buddy of mine has a car and is going camping and canoeing with his girlfriend at Castle Rock Lake about sixty miles from here. We would have to split the gas there and back. I thought it might be a good opportunity to get away together and enjoy some sun and exercise. Besides, it would give me the perfect opportunity to show off my grilling skills. As far as sleeping accommodations go, both my friend and I have two man tents we can bring. If you aren’t hot about sharing a tent with me, he said you could share his tent with his girlfriend, though he’s really hoping you won’t.”

“So just you and me crammed into a two person tent, hey Sanders?”

“That would be the plan, yeah.”

“Would you be a gentlemen, or would I have to kick you in the family jewels?”

“Given the alternative, definitely a gentleman,” he laughed.

“Separate sleeping bags, no zipping them together?”

“Totally separate. I promise not to molest you but I will ask you to help paddle our canoe. You’re not getting out of the work.”

“I can handle the work just fine. No problem there. It sounds like fun. What time do we leave?”

“We want an early start. Can you be ready to go at 6:00 on Saturday?”

“I’ll be ready. What time will we get back?”

“Sunday at supper time.”

“You’ve got yourself a date, mister, but I’ll sic Chloe on you if you don’t behave.”

Matt laughed. “I’d never hear the end of it.”

“Since we’re going to be gone all weekend, I want to skip our Wednesday and Friday dates to get some extra reading and homework done before the weekend.”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“I’ll see you bright and early Saturday.”

Dianne gave Matt a light kiss on the lips before he walked out the door. Dianne smiled as she watched Matt saunter out her door whistling. She was stoked that the real Matt appeared to be a fairly nice guy. At least she certainly hoped he was, because going camping with him was riskier than anything she’d done thus far.

******

Matt texted Dianne on Friday night. Weather forecast predicting 60% chance of rain tomorrow night. Bring extra clothes in a dry bag in case we get wet. I bought steaks so bring your appetite. It will be warm paddling and we may tip the canoe, so bring a swimsuit. The water may be chilly compared to Georgia temperatures, but we might want to swim.

She texted back, I’ll pay for half of the food and gas expenses.

Suit yourself, but I’m willing to foot the bill.

I’ll pay for half. I don’t want expectations because it’s your treat.

Dianne didn’t have a dry bag, so she tossed a swimsuit, towel, and two changes of clothes into a plastic garbage bag. One change of clothes was for Sunday and the other was an extra in case she got wet. She also filled a paper grocery bag with snacks like trail mix and fruit. At 6:00 she was waiting outside her apartment with her two bags, when a Jeep with two canoes, strapped to a roof rack, pulled up in front of her. Matt jumped out of the front passenger side seat.

“Let me give you a hand,” he said.

“The plastic bag containing my clothes can go in the back but the paper sack should go up front with the passengers because it’s got snacks for the drive.”

“Gotcha.”

Matt let Dianne carry the clothes and he got the heavier bag with the food.

The tailgate popped up when they got close. Dianne tossed her clothes into the back, pushed the tailgate down to close it, walked around the side of the Jeep, and hopped into the back seat next to a young black woman whom was already seated back there. Matt handed the grocery sack to her, closed her door, and then climbed back into the front passenger seat.

The driver said, “Wow! I was hoping to get on the road by seven, which is why I said six. You don’t mess around, do you?”

“Military wife,” Dianne replied. “6:00 is 6:00.”

“Good to know.”

Matt twisted in his seat. “Everyone, this is Dianne Rogers. Dianne, the beauty in the back with you is Yolanda Fulbright. Our driver today is Martin Hanson. If you don’t call him Marty, he gets cranky.”

“Like ‘Back to the Future’.”

“Truth be told, it’s probably where Mom got the name. I filled the Jeep with gas. We fill it up again when we get back, each couple paying half.”

“That’s fair,” Dianne said. “Do you go camping often?”

“In the summer. This is the first time this year. Yolanda doesn’t like the cold. If it get’s down to fifty, she’s like, ‘It’s too cold.’ She wasn’t raised up here. Doesn’t have deicer for blood.”

“Where are you from?” Dianne asked. “I’m originally from Georgia, near Fort Benning.”

“Twelve hundred miles south as the Mississippi flows, New Orleans.”

Dianne hugged Yolanda and in her syrupy best Southern accent, said, “Another southern belle, bless my lucky stars.”

Yolanda hugged her back.

Marty said, “My dad always said, ‘Son, if you want to know if a woman is good to have at your side, take her camping. If that don’t break her, nothing will. She’ll do to ride the river with for life.’ He was right. Eventually, I took all the women I dated camping. Let me know if she was worth keeping.”

“So you’re testing your relationship with Yolanda?”

“She’s already been tested. She’s a keeper. I don’t know what Matt’s doing, other than crawling out of the hole he’s been buried in for the last six months. You got him to crawl out, so you’re already a keeper in my book.”

“Amen,” Yolanda said. “Matt’s usually great company. Lately I’d say he’s bad company, except he hasn’t been company at all.”

“So, Matthew, is this some kind of test for me? Did your daddy say the same thing as Marty’s did?”

“I don’t care much what my daddy said. Not sure I’d take any advice from a child molester. Everyone is right, though. I haven’t been pleasant to be around. I’m working on building bridges again.”

They had a great conversation on the drive, mostly chatting about college and what they were studying. Marty grew up in La Crosse and had stayed for his general credits. Eventually he wanted to be an architect and would have to transfer out of La Crosse for the architecture degree, thinking of going to one of the nearby major schools, like Minnesota or Madison. Yolanda wanted to be an Elementary Ed teacher and didn’t care where she lived.

“I’ll look for a job wherever Marty goes to school,” Yolanda said.

“You’re engaged?”

“More promised than engaged,” Yolanda said. “Marty doesn’t want to give me an engagement ring until he can afford a nice one. He said he wants a rock big enough to blind you in the sunlight. I do have his class ring which I wear on a chain around my neck.”

“How did you and Marty meet?”

“Freshman mixer,” Yolanda replied.

“I saw her standing across the room and couldn’t take my eyes off her,” Marty said. “My goose was cooked as soon as I heard her soft southern drawl.”

“I’m starting to lose it.”

“Doesn’t make any difference now that I’m hooked.”

Yolanda smiled at him. She reached up and squeezed his shoulder. He patted her hand.

“Marty, how did you meet Matt?”

“Marty is the tight end on the football team,” Matt said. “Met the first day of practice. Been friends pretty much ever since.”

“Have you been camping before?” Marty asked Dianne.

“A few times with Robert, mostly in the Great Smoky Mountains; although, we went a few times to this state park in Virginia called Fairy Stone. Robert bought me this the first time we stayed there.”

Dianne pulled a chain from around her neck. A cross shaped stone was on the chain. “This is called a fairy stone. You can find them around the park, which is where it got its name from.”

She handed the necklace to Yolanda, who passed it up to Matt after she’d admired it.

“We heard about your husband from Matt. Sorry to hear about it. Sounds like he was a good man.”

“He was.”

“Matt said you still miss him a lot.”

“I do. I still think of him every day.”

Matt offered Marty a quick glance at the stone and then handed it back to Dianne. He squeezed her hand gently as he did so after noticing a tear in her eye

They arrived at Castle Rock Lake. “Where’s the campground?” Dianne asked.

“Campground? We don’t need no stinkin’ campground,” they all said, almost like it was rehearsed.

“There’s an island on the lake we’ve used a few times,” Matt said. “We canoe out there and pitch tents on the island. It has no facilities. We bring our drinking water and dig a hole in the ground for a toilet. You don’t have to use leaves to wipe though. We also bring toilet paper.”

“Thank you.”

While Yolanda and Dianne started hauling supplies to the shore, the two men took down the canoes and carried them to the waters edge. Once both canoes were half in the water, everyone loaded belongings into the canoes: tents, sleeping bags, ruck sacks of clothes, eating utensils and coolers full of food.

“It’s time to load you in, Dianne. You might want to take your shoes off if you don’t want them wet,” Matt said. “I’ll steady the canoe until you sit down.”

Dianne noted that it was a warm day, mid seventies, as she removed her shoes and tossed them into the canoe. She was glad she had chosen to wear a swimsuit underneath her shorts and tee. She walked out into the water as Matt pushed the canoe until only a little was still in the sand. As he steadied the craft she sat on the edge and swung her feet over.

“Have you ever gone canoeing before?” Matt asked.

“Now’s a fine time to ask. No, kayaks and white water rafts, but no canoes.”

“A canoe is tippier than a kayak because you’re sitting up higher. Paddling is different too. I’ll do most of the steering from the back. You can paddle on either side of the canoe as your arms get tired. It won’t make that much difference to our direction. I’m going to climb in from the left side. You need to lean to your right when I say to to counter balance my weight.”

“How much do you think I weigh?”

Matt laughed. “I don’t need a full counterbalance, not the way I’ll get in, just a little. Watch Marty and Yolanda, they’ll show you how to do it.”

When Marty said go, Yolanda leaned to the right and Marty pushed off, leaned over the back, putting most of his weight in the middle, then pulling his legs in. As they started paddling away from shore, Dianne watched how Yolanda was paddling.

“Okay, I get it. Whenever you’re ready.”

When Matt said go, she leaned right and he gave a huge push, almost pulled himself over from the opposite side keeping all but a little of his weight to the left to counterbalance her lean. He climbed in and settled on his seat. He picked up his paddle, paddling after the other two. Dianne concentrated on mastering the proper technique for paddling the canoe by watching Yolanda and trying to mimic her. Marty was doing something different, a combination of paddling and steering.

“How far are we going?”

“About four miles or so from here. Castle Stone Lake connects to Petenwell Lake by a narrow channel. The island is right before we get to the channel. The island, nameless as far as I know, is fairly big. Maybe a half mile long and a quarter mile wide. We’ll probably set up camp first thing when we get there: unload the supplies, pitch the tents, and secure the firewood. We’ll need to look for some dead wood for fires, but just in case we can’t find enough, we do have a cache of wood we hauled in last year that’s covered in a tarp. Then, if you aren’t too bushed, we can paddle up the channel to Petenwell, and do a little swimming on a fairly nice, sandy beach located there.”

The trip to the island ended up taking over one and a half hours; partly because Yolanda and Marty had to slow down a couple times to let Matt and Dianne catch up, and partly because of a couple of breaks to share food and water between the canoes. It was hot out, so Yolanda removed her shirt soon after they started paddling, showing off the gold bikini top she had on underneath, which looked particularly good on her. Twenty minutes later, Dianne removed her tee revealing a red bikini top.

“Are you getting an eyeful back there, Sanders?” Dianne asked.

“Not really, need to see the front for that,” Matt responded. “A back is just a back.”

“Looks pretty good from up here,” Marty teased, about thirty feet in front. “How brief is the bottom?”

“Brief enough, you perverts.”

“It can never be too brief for perverts,” Yolanda said, laughing.

“I suppose not,” Dianne responded. “Nothing other than naked would satisfy a pervert.”

“I’m keeping my fingers crossed,” Marty said. “We must have two of the hottest girls in Wisconsin with us.”

“Don’t cross them too long or you’ll end up with a cramp,” Yolanda said, “You’ve already seen my goods, but I’m not flashing our friends.”

“I’m a firm believer in the look, but do not touch philosophy when it comes to gorgeous women,” Marty said.

“As long as you only touch one, I can live with that,” Yolanda said, “but I’m in the ‘only the one who may touch may see,’ camp, so unless you’re throwing it open to touching, only you will be seeing.”

“What do you say, buddy,” Matt said. “How bad do you want Yolanda to take off her top? You going to throw it open to touching by all?”

“Fuck no. Although I wouldn’t mind if Yolanda and Dianne did a little touching.”

“Hey!” Dianne protested. “If I don’t mess around with Chloe, I’m certainly not messing around with any other women. You really are perverts.”

“Guilty as charged,” Marty said. “Girl-on-girl is my favorite porn. When I’m not busy fucking, it’s what I want to watch when I jerk off.”

“I gotta admit, it’s right up there,” Matt said.

Dianne got a wicked idea, one she’d float by Yolanda later.

Once they arrived at the island, both couples unloaded the supplies from the kayaks and ate a quick lunch of trail mix and beef jerky, washed down with bottled water. After lunch, the couples began setting up their tents. Dianne and Matt where almost as quick as Marty and Yolanda, despite the fact Matt kept taking time to appreciate Dianne in her bikini top. They worked well together, almost as if they’d done this before, which made Dianne smile in satisfaction. Once the tents were pitched, they split the remainder of the tasks amongst themselves. Yolanda and Dianne set up the campsite and organized all of their gear. Marty collected dead wood to add to the firewood they’d left from before, but held off on starting the fire. Matt dug a hole away from the campsite right next to a fallen log, and placed a two gallon ziplock bag with with toilet paper next to it.

“Latrine right here. The hole is pretty deep. If you have to defecate, cover it up with a layer of dirt so we don’t draw flies.”

“Talk about roughing it,” Dianne said. “Can’t believe we don’t even have an outhouse. Why do you like to camp on the island?”

“No lions, tigers and bears, oh my,” Marty said. “Well, I haven’t seen sign of bears anyway. Not to say there might not be ones who’d take a swim if they smelled food, so we keep the meat in the cooler until we cook it and bury any scraps.”

“What do you say to heading up the channel and spending some time at the beach?” Matt said.

“You just want to see my bikini bottoms, don’t you?”

Matt nodded, “Can’t slip anything past you, huh?

“Nope. I’m game, I’m not exhausted yet,” Dianne said. “If that’s what everyone wants to do, I’m in.”

“Great,” responded Matt.

They glided their canoes smoothly and effortlessly through the channel, making swift passage without the extra weight of their supplies. It took approximately half an hour of easy paddling to get to the beach. Unused to canoeing, Dianne was pleasantly tired and unpleasantly sweaty when they reached the beach. She enthusiastically kicked off her shorts and waded into the water, with Yolanda right behind her. After splashing around for a few minutes, Dianne pulled Yolanda aside, deciding it was time to bring up her wicked idea from earlier.

“Yolanda, I’d like to play a trick on the guys. Their comments about girl-on-girl porn gave me the idea. Would you like to make their night unbearable?”

“What do you have in mind? I’m listening.”

“Matt said you’d be willing to share a tent with me if I was uncomfortable sharing one with him. Is that right?”

“Yeah, although we were hoping it wouldn’t come down to it.”

“Great. Don’t worry, you won’t have to share a tent with me all night. Here’s what I was thinking. We spend the afternoon tantalizing them and then when it’s time to go to bed, I’ll stand up, kiss you properly, and then lead you into a tent. We’ll make all kinds of noise and talk dirty like we’re having sex. That should make them both batshit crazy with lust, and guarantee they’ll get hard as ten penny nails. After fifteen or twenty minutes, we’ll exit the tent with shit-eating grins and let them in on the joke; though, there’s a caveat I should warn you about. I can’t have sex with Matt, so to ensure fairness if we do this, you can’t have sex with Marty. Either they both suffer or neither of them do because we choose not to do this. What do you think?”

“Yeah, I think I can agree to that. I like that Marty thinks I’m hot enough to show off, but I’m not entirely happy that he’d willingly parade my naked body in front of his friends.”

“Okay. Game on. What time do you want to do this?”

“Around 9:30, since that’s when we usually rack out.”

“Don’t be surprised when I kiss you. Don’t want to clue them in.”

“Sure. Let’s do it.”

Setting the plan in motion, they returned to shore and joined the men. Both of them seductively rubbed sunscreen on their men’s backs. Afterwards, they loosened their bra ties, lay down, and asked the men to return the favor. Matt massaged Dianne as he spread lotion on her back, and she felt herself melting under his expert touch. For the first time, she found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with Matt. She imagined his tall, handsome, well built body over her as he made love to her, and started to get wet thinking about it. Her arousal made her feel a little guilty, like she was somehow cheating on Robert by thinking about sex with another man, which made made it crystal clear that she wasn’t quite ready to go that far yet.

“What’s your major again?” Dianne asked as he kneaded the knots in her shoulders and neck left over from paddling the canoe.

“Physical Therapy and Sports Rehab.”

“No wonder you’re so good at this,” Dianne murmured.

When he was done, she refastened her top before turning over. Yolanda followed her lead despite Marty’s pleas.

“Looking good, Yolanda,” Dianne said, figuring it was time to really start priming the pump. “Good enough to eat. That bikini looks great on you.”

Yolanda was no dummy. She caught on right away. “So do you, Rogers. So do you.”

The two men looked at each other. Marty grinned hopefully, Matt shook his head no. He didn’t believe it.

Dianne snickered to herself. This would be so fun.

Around 5:00, they headed back to their campsite. Marty placed rocks around the fire pit, started a fire, and put a mesh grill over the top. Matt immediately stuck four baked potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil on the grill. He let the potatoes cook for half an hour before adding the well-seasoned steaks. The corn on the cob soon followed; wrapped in its own husk. Lastly, he put two hobo packets on the grill for Yolanda and Marty, containing: salmon, butter, lemon juice, onions, mild red peppers, and a dash of Old Bay seasoning.

“How do you want your steak, Dianne?”

“Medium for me please.”

“A gal after my own taste,” Matt said. “Makes it easy. Everything should get done at once.”

Sure enough, when Matt took everything off the flames, it was cooked to perfection. He unwrapped the potatoes, slathered on some butter, and seasoned them with salt and pepper. The steaks didn’t need anything.

“What did you do to this steak, Matt? This is perfect. It doesn’t even need salt,” commented Dianne.

“I use Chicago Steak rub. It’s got salt, pepper and garlic in it. I rub it in and let it sit on the meat all day, almost like a marinade. There are a couple other rubs I use on occasion, but that’s the main one. How’s the salmon, guys?”

“Perfecto,” Marty said, he kissed his fingertips and then exploded them off his lips.

“Do I look like a guy?” Yolanda said.

Dianne saw another opportunity to stoke the fires. “Not to me, honey. Not to me.”

“Thank you. Please tell your boyfriend I’m a girl.”

“Yolanda is a girl, Matt. I would think those gorgeous breasts gave it away.”

“Do I have gorgeous breasts?” Yolanda said, catching on again.

“They look damn near perfect to me,” Dianne replied.

“Wait a minute – am I your boyfriend?” Matt asked.

“Until something better comes along; I guess you are.”

Dinner was a leisurely affair, accompanied by amicable chatting, and followed by a few hours of lounging around the fire, telling funny stories, and laughing their asses off. Finally, Matt began tidying up the campsite, while everyone else did the dishes. They saved the dishwater until all four of them got the chance to wash their hands in it after using the latrine. The dinner scraps were tossed into the latrine and covered in dirt.

Dianne looked at her watch. “Damn, it’s getting late. Sorry, Matt, I thought about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to share a tent with you yet. Yolanda, I guess it’s you and me. Which tent is ours, boys?”

“Mine, I guess,” Marty said. “Are you sure?”

“Sharing a two man tent seems too personal this early in the relationship. I just gave him his first kiss on the lips a week ago. Sorry. Need a hand up, Yolanda?”

“Thanks.”

Dianne pulled her onto her feet and right into a kiss which they held for fifteen or twenty seconds. Marty stopped breathing. They disappeared into the tent, zipping it up.

Dianne said, “Can I help you with your suit, Yolanda? Might as well get comfy.”

“As long as I can help you with yours,” Yolanda said. She kissed her arm. “I love your tits. Those nipples are perfect. I can’t believe how hard they are.”

Marty said, “Fuck, they’re doing it. They’re fucking doing it.”

“Have you ever licked pussy, Yolanda?” Dianne asked before kissing her arms.

“Never. I suppose there’s a first time for everything. Have you?”

“Nope, but I bet yours is tasty.” They were both kissing hands and arms now, oohing and aahing. “You’re so wet, Yolanda. Are you excited?” Dianne sucked on her finger.

“So excited. Are you going to make me cum?”

“I want to. I want you to cum on my tongue.”

“You can’t have sex in there,” Marty shouted.

“Why not, Marty? You said you’d have no problem with Dianne and I touching one another,” Yolanda said.

“Besides, you boys are free to fuck each other if you’re desperate,” Dianne said. “Although two cocks won’t be anywhere near as soft and wet as Yolanda is right now.”

Dianne sucked on her finger again, pulling it out of her mouth with a moist pop.

Yolanda moaned. “But I was supposed to watch,” Marty said, “not listen outside the tent while you’re having sex.”

“Honey,” Yolanda said, “if you watched, we’d have to let Matt watch, and if Matt watches he gets to touch. I told you I’m only showing this bodacious bod off to the people who touch me. That’s you, and now Dianne. You don’t want Matt touching me do you?”

More kissing and moans followed. Marty paced outside the tent, as Matt sat by the fire, grinning. He figured what Dianne said earlier was the truth. If Dianne wasn’t willing to have sex with Chloe, then she wasn’t going to be willing to have sex with Yolanda either, but they were doing a damn fine job of pretending they were. It sounded so real. His cock was becoming erect despite knowing it was a load of bull.

“Fuck it,” Marty said. “You want to watch, Matt, go ahead?”

Marty opened the zipper and saw the two girls sitting down fully dressed, kissing their own arms, and wearing huge shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Damn! You bitches!”

Yolanda crawled out of the tent. “Marty Hanson, you fucking pervert. You sure are eager to have your almost fiancée touching other people. Maybe I should sleep with Matt and Dianne since you’re so fucking eager to share.”

“I don’t really want you touching Matt. I just think it would be hot watching you with another woman.”

“Fine, you make out with Matt and I’ll make out with Dianne.”

“I’m not gay!”

“I’m not a lesbian. If you want me to make out with a woman, you should make out with a man.”

“She’s got you there, buddy,” Matt said. “You are asking her to go against her nature. It’s only fair.”

“Are you volunteering?”

“No. Just saying it’s fair. I wasn’t pushing Dianne to have sex with Yolanda, because the thought of her actually doing it kinda scares me. I’ve already found one girlfriend making out with another girl, and I certainly don’t need a second one to do the same. Didn’t work out so well for me the first time. Besides, think about how you would feel if Yolanda found out she liked lesbian sex more than sex with you.”

“That’s a very mature attitude, Matt,” Yolanda said. “You deserve a kiss for that.”

Yolanda sat down on Matt’s lap and gave him a somewhat lengthy kiss, not as long as the one Dianne gave her, but nice. Matt kissed her back.

“How much have you kissed this boy, Dianne?” Yolanda said.

“Just one brief kiss on the lips last Saturday,” Dianne said.

“You should kiss him some more. This boy has serious skills. Now, Marty. I see you got yourself a hard-on thinking Dianne and I were having sex. That toy is going unrewarded tonight. I’m displeased about three things: you encouraging me to have sex with Matt’s girlfriend, you deciding he could watch, and you essentially giving him permission to touch me. He got a nice kiss because he wasn’t acting like some horn dog pervert, but you son, are going to do without tonight.”

“Yolanda,” he whined.

“Don’t Yolanda me. Matt asked us not to scare Dianne away because he likes this girl, and then you go act all weird and crazy. You don’t deserve this tonight, mister.” She waved her hand up and down her bikini clad body. “No sugar, no candy, until you mend your ways. That woman is a keeper, and you shouldn’t be trying to scare her off. Apologize to Matt.”

“I’m sorry, Matt. Yolanda’s right. I’ve acted like a jackass tonight.”

Matt laughed. “You certainly did.”

“How come you weren’t hot to see them have sex?”

“I knew it was all a put on. She told us earlier that she wasn’t having sex with Chloe, so she certainly wouldn’t with any other woman. Chloe can sniff out a lesbian from a mile away, so if there was lezzie bone in Dianne’s body she’d have already claimed her.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because it was too damn funny to watch.”

Marty grinned. “It was pretty funny.”

“That why you called us bitches, Bubba?” Yolanda said.

“Not so funny when you sprung it on me, but funny now.”

“Good night for real, Yolanda,” Dianne said. “Hope you don’t get blue balls, Marty. That would be painful.”

Dianne ducked into Matt’s tent and Matt followed her in.

“Can I get a couple minutes, Matt? I want to slip into some pj’s.”

“Sure, sorry. Let me know when you’re ready.”

He ducked back out and Dianne took off her shirt, shorts and swimsuit and put on soft cotton jammies. If she had to get up in the middle of the night, at least she’d be covered.

She told Matt he could come in and she turned away and closed her eyes until he said he was ready. She turned over and he was lying on his back in his sleeping bag. There was a rather sizable lump in the bag at groin level.

“You may have known it was a put on, but I couldn’t help but notice that you were excited too. Still are,” Dianne pointed out.

Matt laughed. “Yeah, knowing it was a joke didn’t keep my imagination from running wild. It will disappear shortly without any further stimulation.”

“You ready to turn out the light?” Dianne asked.

“Yeah.” Matt turned off the electric lantern.

Four minutes later, they heard Yolanda and Marty having sex.

“Yolanda,” Dianne shouted, “you promised.”

“I couldn’t help it, Dianne,” Yolanda panted. “I was as excited by our joke as he was, and then he sealed the deal by looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that I can’t resist.”

“Fuck!” Dianne whispered. “We made a mistake.”

“By coming on the camping trip?”

“No, by pitching our tent too close to theirs. I feel horrible.”

“What’s wrong?” Matt said.

“Yolanda promised not to have sex with him. I didn’t think it was fair if Marty got relief after our little escapade if you couldn’t. Now, I feel guilty for pulling this joke on you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you saying it’s going away by itself?”

“Not while they’re going at it like rabbits next door. My imagination is working overtime.”

“I’m sorry. Why don’t you take care of it?”

“Take care of it how?”

“Masturbate. I’ll turn my back to you and give you as much privacy as I can.”

“Are you serious? I’ll get cum all over my sleeping bag.”

“Yes, I’m serious.” Dianne turned to face the side of the tent. “Here, take my shirt. Use it to catch it, you know. I’m wearing a clean one tomorrow.” She stuck her arm behind her until Matt took the shirt.

Dianne could tell when Matt started stroking himself, despite the couple fucking in the tent beside them. It wasn’t loud, but the rustling of the cloth and the slapping sounds of skin on skin were unmistakably. She heard his breathing speed up and couldn’t stop herself from imagining him stroking his hand over the large lump she’d seen. She felt herself liquefying in response to the erotic sounds he was making, further intensified by the sounds of the sex coming from next door, Marty’s grunts and Yolanda’s moans. One of her hands slid down into her pajamas bottoms to feel how wet she was, while her other hand lazily made its way under her top to gently tweak a nipple. She reveled in the sensuous feel of her fingers sliding through her slit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

Matt moaned softly as he orgasmed. She imagined the pulsing of his cock, the hot, white fluid spurting from the tip as his cock twitched. She had to choke back her own moan as she climaxed shortly thereafter, shivering silently as the waves of pleasure careened through her. She could smell it, the scent of their arousal, heavy in the close confines of the tent.

“I’m done,” Matt whispered.

Dianne didn’t respond, tiny aftershocks still pinging through her system. She closed her eyes.

******

It started raining and thundering around midnight. Dianne moved a little closer to Matt’s sleeping bag.

“Body heat,” she explained before he thought it was something more.

When Dianne woke up, her left arm was thrown over Matt and he was watching her. It wasn’t raining; in fact, the sun looked to be up.

“Good morning,” Matt said, seeing her eyes open.

Dianne drew her arm back. “Good morning to you.”

“Ready to have some breakfast?”

“After I use the latrine.”

He pointed to the entrance. “After you.”

Dianne stood up, unzipped the tent door, and crawled out. Surprise, surprise, all was silent. Yolanda and Marty weren’t fucking in the tent next door, nor were they up and about. She supposed it shouldn’t surprise her, since they’d been up half the night. After retrieving her flip flops, she put them on and meandered over to the latrine. She quickly took care of her morning needs, finished up with a quick wipe, and back she went.

When she got to the other side of the camp, Matt had the fire going again. He had a coffee pot and a large cooking pot, filled with water for washing dishes, heating on the edge of the fire. Dianne washed her hands in the cold water they’d set aside, last night, to add to the boiling dishwater.

“Is that coffee?”

“It’s whatever you want. I have instant coffee or tea bags.”

“Since it’s instant, I’ll have tea. I don’t need much caffeine to wake up this morning.”

“You might want to let it get a little hotter before pouring it,” Matt said. “How many eggs?”

“You’d think after the steak last night, I wouldn’t want much this morning, but I’m starving. Can I have three, over easy?”

“I’m unsure about the over easy part. I don’t know how they’ll flip in the cast iron skillet, but three is no problem. I brought a dozen.”

Matt started placing bacon into the skillet before sticking the skillet on the fire. Soon the smell of frying bacon permeated the camp. Yolanda popped out of their tent with nothing but an oversized shirt on, hustling over to the latrine. Marty stuck his head out, sniffing loudly.

“Is that bacon cooking?” Marty asked.

“Yeah, but not yours.”

“Buddy! Good buddy. Friend.”

“Buddy me all you want, but you kept me up all night, listening to you two fuck like bunnies, so there’s no way I’m sharing my bacon unless you make some more after I’m done with the eggs.”

“Deal. Muchas grassy ass. I’ll be out as soon as I put something on.” Marty ducked back in the tent.

Marty was back two minutes later with a fresh shirt and yesterday’s shorts on. He quickly washed up and snatched a piece of drying bacon, off the doubled up paper towels, resting on the paper plate Matt was holding.

“God, I’m hungry. Yolanda was insatiable last night.”

Yolanda was coming back to camp. “I was insatiable! You’re the one that woke me up twice while I was trying to go to sleep. I should threaten to cut you off more frequently.”

Marty grinned. “I think it’s the fresh air, baby. You know I can’t get enough of you when we go camping.”

“Do you mean to tell me they’re like this every time they go camping?” Dianne asked.

“Pretty much,” Matt said.

“You should have warned me.”

“Sorry. Consider yourself warned if we go camping again.”

Dianne laughed. Marty grabbed another piece of bacon and Yolanda did too. Dianne grabbed a slice and so did Matt. After pouring the bacon grease into their makeshift latrine, Matt put six eggs in the frying pan. He turned them over at the appropriate time.

“Sorry, but I broke three yokes. Any problem if I keep one of the unbroken ones myself?”

“That’s fair. You’re cooking them.”

Matt dished up their bacon and eggs. “Three clucks and some grunts,” Matt said, handing Dianne her plate. “The pan’s yours, Marty. You owe us bacon, good buddy. Don’t think I didn’t see you snatch that last piece.”

“Hey, it’s what friends are for – to keep you on your toes.”

“Three clucks and some grunts?” Dianne asked.

“Diner lingo for three eggs and bacon. Learned it from my mom who used to waitress in one.”

“Do you know any more?”

“I’ve forgotten most of it. The only other ones I remember are: ‘give me a cow and walk it through the garden’, ‘cow on the hoof’, and ‘cow charcoal.’ That’s pretty much it.”

“What do those mean?”

“A burger with lettuce, onion and tomato is ‘a cow walking through the garden’, rare beef is ‘cow on the hoof’, and well done beef is ‘cow charcoal’. Oh yeah, I remember another one. A ‘grunt dressed up’ is a BLT.”

“That’s cute.”

“I’m a fountain of cute.”

Marty finished up the bacon and put two strips on Dianne’s plate, and two on Matt’s.

“Never let it be said I don’t pay my debts,” Marty said.

“Since you’re the last one up, you get to do the dishes, Marty. Dianne, would you like to go swimming again?”

“Sounds like fun.”

“What about you two?” Matt asked.

“Marty still has some apologizing to do for last night,” Yolanda replied, putting an arm around her sweetie.

“See. Insatiable,” Marty laughed.

Yolanda gave him a playful punch.

As Dianne changed into her swimsuit, she noted that it seemed warmer today than yesterday, so she decided to forgo her shorts and shirt. After rejoining the others, she waited for Matt to change, then they both set off. Dianne was startled when Matt launched the canoe in the opposite direction of the beach they had gone to yesterday

“Aren’t we going to the beach?” she asked.