He can’t resist helping anyone in need.
This is a four chapter story. Not a lot of the hot and heavy in the first chapter, but it comes on strong in the next three. All chapters are complete, and will be submitted in the next few days, after final edits.
The characters in this story are all at least 18 years old.
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Don’t get me wrong. I love camping.
I like the preparation, selecting my gear, carefully loading the backpack, picking out the area to hike, and planning the whole event. I love the experience, the hours spent trekking through the wilderness, selecting a suitable campsite, the quiet of the outdoors, the majestic vistas, the fresh air. I even enjoy the sense of accomplishment of minimally invasive outdoor living, where after a few days, you’d never know somebody had bivouacked there.
This was not camping.
The Outdoors Club had selected the campsite. The permissible fire locations evaluated and chosen. Tent locations tagged. There were even tables for eating.
It’s not that I’m not sociable. Au contraire. But camping, to me, had a different connotation than most in this group. In part, that’s why I was hauling my gear to the most remote camping space I could find within the ‘allowed’ area. If I was going to rough it here, I’d do it apart from the others where possible, and do it in style.
I say camping space, since where the rest of the school’s Outdoors Club were spending the absolute minimum amount of time setting up a tiny pop-up 2-man tent, I was going to create a personal retreat.
My family was trekkers, climbers, and outdoorsmen, and like my father and brother before me, I was an Eagle Scout, proudly. Before I was 14 I’d summited my first 20,000 ft. peak. Our outdoor gear tended to the high-end. Either ultra-lightweight, ultra-sturdy gear that could (and had) survived a blizzard at 16,000 ft, or ridiculously luxurious family gear you could drag out of the Land Rover and setup within 50 ft or so, where weight and size weren’t an issue.
When planning for this trip, I had opted for comfort. The school van was dropping off our gear within a couple of hundred yards of where we planned to spend our extended weekend, miles away from anything resembling civilization. No need to worry about cramming two weeks of sustenance and survival into a 50 lb backpack I’d be hauling for hundreds of miles. A $500 Alpine mummy bag, good to -40°, might be critical on a Denali summit attempt, but an early fall, national park weekend outing screamed out to me for the parent’s ultra-spacious North Face 3-season double bag, with self-inflating double-width pad. Sure, at nearly 16 lbs it was four times as heavy as I would normally carry, but then again, I was only carrying it a quarter mile or so.
Of course I had ulterior motives. My girlfriend had graduated and moved away over the summer. I was single, for the first time in over a year. If there was any chance of getting lucky on this trip, the double-wide sleeping bag had its advantages. To be honest, I believed the odds were in my favor. I wasn’t just available, but actively pursuing opportunities. The Outdoors Club was a target rich environment, restricted to upperclassmen, with two girls for every guy in the club. Literally. With 22 people on this trip, there were only 8 guys total, excluding the chaperons. Like I said, nice odds.
As for equipment choices, so important on a mission like this one, comfort and privacy were behind my tent selection. Watching my class-mates erect their “Happy Camper” $25 Sears pup-tents, I was still clearing out the flooring area of rocks and twigs and laying out a 9′ x 12′ ground tarp when they started taking off for the river. I had selected a location a good 50 feet away and at least 10 feet higher up than the wide flat space where most of them had chosen to setup camp. It was away from the clearing, under cover of the massive trees, and almost like being outdoors.
My backpack was pretty loaded, even without the tent, sleeping bag, and ground pad. I had been on enough of these ‘Tenderfoot’ trips, to know how ill prepared most people were, including our chaperons. I had a pack full of useful stuff, from paracord to poly tarps, wool blankets to windbreakers, coffee to cocoa. Spare knives, lots of first aid supplies, and twice the clothes I’d normally pack for three days. I had it drilled into me enough: “Be Prepared.”
I broke out the biggest camo tarp, 14′ x 20′, and ran a rope between two trees a little wider than the cloth. It only took about five minutes to create a spacious rain/sun shelter, and I moved my gear underneath it, along with my two camp chairs. I took a break, looking down at the work going on below. Nearly everyone else was finished, and I hadn’t even started on my actual tent yet.
Teri had been teasing me, in a good-natured way, after finishing her own setup. “That’s a lot of gear you’ve got,” she observed, watching me hammer the heavy-duty stakes into the ground with the back of my hatchet.
“I like to be comfortable and dry,” I explained, unfolding the tent in the center of the ground preparations. I looked over at where her tent was, the nearest to mine. It was higher than the others were. “Good choice for your spot, it should stay dry if we get any of the predicted rain. I can’t believe the area we’re supposed to camp is in a depression.”
“Thirty percent chance of showers on the last day? What are you? A wuss? I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”
“Gotta love those weathermen, always 100% accurate.”
She was a loud mouth, and a pain in my butt, but a decent friend in spite of all that. “Need some help?” she asked, reaching out to one corner of the folded up material and straightening it.
“Thanks, that would help a lot.”
I had always liked Teri. We’d been the best of friends through middle school, and even up through my freshman year. She was honest and open, speaking her mind, but rarely judgmental. A goody-two-shoes, for the most part, and pure as the driven snow, but unlike some she didn’t force her values on you. Lucky for me.
She was ready for the water, wearing a bikini top and shorts, with open-toed sandals. It was only a hundred yards or so to the bank, one of the main reasons we’d chosen this spot, but there wasn’t much of a trail. I hoped her feet and legs didn’t get scraped up too badly on the way back and forth, that would be a true shame. Her chest might not be head-turning, barely filling her bikini but from the waist down, not bad. Those legs, though a little skinny for my tastes, seemed to go on forever. Teri was about 5’9″ and most of that was legs. Easily her best feature.
“Jeez, Alex, how big is this thing?” she asked, as we continued the unfolding.
“Mmm,” I purred. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you uttering those very words.”
She slapped me on the arm, looking around for any witnesses of my verbal haranguing and her physical assault. “Ass,” she said, but I could hear the smile in her voice.
“It’s not that big. It’s a six man tent, but it has a pretty large entrance vestibule, bigger than the tent.”
“Just a six man tent. While I’m stuck in an oversize matchbox with Heather and her 20 lbs of makeup. I’ve built bigger tents than ours out of cushions in my parent’s living room.” She was helping me thread the bungeed pole through the series of a dozen or so loops that would hold the dome up. One of six poles the mountaineering base camp tent used to keep it sturdy. It would survive a monsoon. Bending over, I got a nice view of a little boobage. Not a lot, but enough to make me smile.
“Hey, I offered to let you share mine,” I reminded her.
“Right. Never mind the Herculean effort it would take to keep my virtue intact, how many ways could that plan go wrong?”
Herculean. I liked that about Teri. Not afraid to exercise her vocabulary. “Wrong?” I countered.
“One. Chaperons? Remember? No going in each other’s tents? We’d be kicked out of the club, and possibly suspended. At least I would be, somehow you always seem to skate. Two. My impeccable reputation, which is being sullied as we speak from the mere proximity of our resident Don Juan…”
“Don Juan?” I interjected, trying to invest my voice with all the injustice and hurt I could, while sliding the longer poles into their slots, where they would hold the roof in place.
“Hush, Señor Juan. Three, the absolute certainty my parents would find out about my behavior and upon my shameful return home, I’d see all my belongings scattered by the curb, my face cut out of the family portraits, and a large street sign in the yard announcing eviction from my childhood manse, on the basis of moral turpitude. With Alex, no less, of whose questionable morality I’d been warned of plenty of times, from family, friends, and foes.”
She stood up, continuing to lecture me on the dangers I presented, while we bowed the center poles, raising the tent roof.
“Four, the inevitable shaming and humiliation I’d endure from the myriad young ladies present who really want to be in your tent. The same girls who would banish me from the coveted first floor, east-wing ladies room, ostracizing me and forcing me to change my name to Hester and embroider a large ‘A’ above my breast.”
I chuckled sliding the last pole in place and adjusting the tension all around before staking everything securely. “A for Alex?” I teased. “You’d name your breast after me? That’s sweet.”
“You heathen,” she growled. “Unlike the hoi-poloi we’re doomed to consort with, you know better.”
“Consorting now? What’s that going to do for your impious reputation, Miss Prynne?”
She was still helping me, stretching the fly across the top of the tent, elastic cords stretching it in place. I dodged an incoming plastic stake. “Impeccable, not impious.”
“I stand corrected. So if that’s all that’s standing in the way, why don’t we get your stuff and move you inside with me.”
“Is that all, Casanova? What could possibly induce me to enter your fiendish lair of iniquity?”
“First, Don Juan? Really? Amoral womanizer, seducer of countless women, heedless of their marital status, age, or temperament? Don Quixote is more like it, misunderstood knight of purest chivalry and intentions, in search of his one lady love.” I sidled up next to her while she held one of the fly tie-downs in place. “Dulcinea, my love. I’ve searched for you long and far. I’ve erected this monument to your beauty. Care to help me christen our castle?” I murmured with a cheesy Spanish accent.
She gave me a shove with her shoulder. “Cut it Alex. You don’t want me. The only reason you chase me at all is because you can’t have me. There’re enough girls here who’d swoon to be chosen as your ladylove. Pick one and let’s be done with it.”
Truth was, she was kind of right. Not that I didn’t like her, or that she wasn’t attractive enough. We had been friends since we were kids, really close in middle school, but for the last couple of years there’d been an awkward feel to our friendship, which I felt could go haywire at any time. Besides, I had already given it a shot, only to be rejected repeatedly. Now she was off my radar. 7th grade crush gone bad.
I had my sights set on other, more tempting and much more available targets. I glanced over to where one of those targets was lingering over her own campsite, casting looks our way, some wistful, some irritated. I don’t believe Julie Samuelson approved of the amount of attention that Teri was garnering. Call it a turf war.
But Teri was fun to tease, and once into the role, it was hard to back off. I stood and helped her to her feet. Leaning over I whispered, “You can’t be more wrong. I like you a lot. Pretty, brilliant, and begging to be corrupted.” My hand gently brushed her hair back, and caressed her cheek lightly.
She blushed heavily, stepping cautiously away. “See? That’s what I’m talking about. Alex. Always pushing the limits. Quit the damn teasing and grow up. It’s not like I don’t know what you really like.” She glanced over at the sexy young thing waiting her turn. “I can’t believe anything you say. That is why you’d never catch me entering your tent, come Hell or high-water.”
She turned away from me and marched off, looking even better walking away than she had approaching in the first place. What an ass. And I mean that in the nicest way.
Julie meandered over, acting casual, while I started moving my gear inside. I enjoyed watching her, almost laughing aloud at her antics. She was scanning the area, scoping out any possible competition, walking a serpentine path toward my well-delimited domain. As she got closer she adjusted her skin-tight shorts, brushed her mid-length platinum blonde hair back, licked her full red lips and a soft sway enveloped her heavenly hips.
I knew that, most of all, she was making sure her older sister Lisa wasn’t in the area. Apparently, she didn’t trust me either, especially with the little hottie that had blossomed over the summer. The term ‘barely legal’ was coined for innocent hotties like her.
She slowed down, posing, hip thrust out, one hand on her waist, the other playing with a lock of her radiant hair. “Hey Alex,” she chirped cheerfully.
I pretended like I hadn’t seen her approaching while I was spreading out my pad and sleeping bag inside the tent. I peered out of the opening, looking up at her. She was only a couple of feet away, and her outstanding ta-tas were between me and her face. She actually leaned forward a bit to peer down at me.
“Julie! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Good job on the tent. I saw you hammering in those stakes nice and deep. If we get a good storm, half those other tents are going to collapse or blow away.”
I knew she’d only been biding her time, waiting to come over. Of the girls around the place, she was one of the few that made it deliciously obvious she’d like to be better acquainted. Unfortunately for her, Lisa, her elder, had put the kibosh on that. I wasn’t certain why, but fantasized it was because she had her own sights set on me. Not fair, really, since the equally stunning older sister already had a boyfriend.
Julie grinned hugely, her perfect teeth peeking out from behind her mesmerizing lips. “Looks like your tent won’t be going anywhere. I think it’s built stronger than the cabin we passed on the way in.”
“Do me a favor, gorgeous, pass me my pack?”
She reached over to grab it and almost fell over. The pack probably weighed almost half of what she did. She struggled with it, dragging it the 3 or 4 feet over to me. I lifted it easily, at least in comparison, and put it to the side.
Her head appeared in the doorway, and she peered in. “Nice. I bet I could stand up in there.”
She was maybe 5′ tall. Diminutive and sexy as hell, all the right curves in all the right places, exaggerated by her tiny stature. A living doll I’d love to unwrap and play with. “Want to give it a try? I won’t bite.”
She chuckled nervously, looking around again before stepping in. “We won’t get in trouble?”
“Not while we’re setting things up.” I put my hand on her bare hip, just above her stupidly tight shorts, her skin baby soft, and guided her to the center. “You’re right, a good eight inches to spare.” I stood, having to bend over a good bit, putting my face very close to hers. “As for me, I think I need a bigger tent.”
She giggled again, her eyes darting around, betraying her nervousness. My hand was still on her hip, closing minutely, holding her in place. I moved my lips to her ear. “It’s going to be lonely in this big tent, all by myself.”
I detected a faint tremble, and felt her warm breath on my neck. “You probably won’t be alone.”
I pressed my lips to her neck, tasting her smooth skin. “Promise?”
She gasped, her trembling more pronounced. “Lisa would kill me.” Her hand moved hesitantly, a cautious creature inching forward, landing on my arm.
My lips glided across her cheek, seeking out hers. I held her head in my hand, turning it slightly, to signal my control over her. I pushed my tongue against her teeth, and she opened her mouth to me, letting me kiss her for a few seconds before returning my ardor. I pulled her closer, our bodies pressing together, her full tits smashed against my chest. Her arms eagerly embraced me.
I retreated, the hand on her waist descending smoothly, caressing her rear, while I released her head. She surprised me by leaning forward and stealing a second quick kiss. She was blushing bright enough to illuminate the tent.
Kneeling back down, I opened my backpack. “I’m going to change into my bathing shorts. Wait for me?” I peeled off my shirt and started opening my khaki shorts.
Poor sweet thing. She was thoroughly befuddled. When I started pushing my shorts down, she darted for the entrance. I watched her cute rump exit my tent. “I’ll wait,” she answered from outside.
Such an innocent. She didn’t even peek in.
Too bad. I stroked myself a few times, thinking of playing with the cutie, giving my package a little extra heft before going down to the water and putting it on display. I was ready to do a little trolling.
A couple of minutes later we strolled down to the river, side-by-side. Apparently, she was willing to face the wrath of her sister, and be seen in my company. At least for the moment. I wonder if it was the kiss.
* * *
It was a fun afternoon, splashing around, playing in the water, chicken-fights, some Frisbee, a little ‘accidental’ groping, and a bit of sunning. A great start to the long weekend.
Except for one thing.
I wanted a new girlfriend. Scratch that, I needed one. I was tired of doing without sex, and liked having that one steady girl you could depend on for so many wonderful things. No matter what Teri said. In spite of all my flirting and teasing, I wasn’t really a player. Hell, I had only slept with three girls in all of high-school, and all of them had graduated. I was ready to make it four.
The only question was who? Two of the girls I was seriously contemplating a relationship with were on this camp-out. Three if you counted Lisa, which I refused to do until she broke up with her current boyfriend. Sexy young Julie made the cut, as did the delightfully delicious Dominique. For the moment, Dominique seemed immune to my charms, although she was friendly enough.
Not that there weren’t other potentials. Shit. Half the girls on the camp-out I would happily bounce bellies with, and that included Miss Shannon, our ever-so-female chaperon, and not-so-secret crush of mine. I’m certain that Teri would be a worthwhile conquest, and her tent-mate Heather was beyond doable. The only thing keeping her off my list was her open disdain for me. Not worth the effort to fight. No, I was better off concentrating on Julie and Dominique.
We had a simple campfire dinner of burgers and chips, and talked about the activities we had planned for the next day before our diligent chaperons reminded us of the rules. No leaving the camp area after 10:00, no swimming after lights-out, skirts up and pants down, indicating the need for the guys to go downstream and the girls upstream to go to the bathroom. Most of all, stay out of each other’s tents.
Bunch of spoilsports.
Julie was under Lisa’s watchful eye, and one of the underclassmen was doing his best to make time with her. When he looked my way, I gave him my best glare, and when Lisa wasn’t looking, I did the old thumb across the throat gesture. I think he got the message.
With Julie occupied and under watch, at least for the moment, I sought out the stunning Dominique, easily the prettiest girl in camp, if we took Miss Shannon out of the equation. Dominique looked like a model, tall, slender, and graceful. She was a hard nut to crack though. Whenever I sat near her, she would clam up, obviously nervous around me, speaking in single word answers, or the briefest of phrases. If I casually touched her, she would jump to the stars, and I’d be hard-pressed to get her speaking for minutes afterwards. I kept coming back for more. You know the whole moth/flame thing. To me she blazed like the sun.
I fantasized that if I was able to get Dominique alone, instead of surrounded by half the camp while sitting by the huge central fire, I’d have more luck. I’d have to do something about that. Luck favors the prepared.
Despite my best (or worst) intentions, I was in my sleeping bag, alone, before eleven, and planning my personal missions for the next day.
I’m certain of one thing. I slept better and more comfortably than most of the group. No sticks or stones digging into me, the doubled-up pad isolating me from the rough earth, my sleeping bag soft against my naked skin.
I could still hear a faint amount of rustling and muted conversation going on in the tents below me.
“Who else is sleeping naked?” I called out into the night.
I was bombarded with a chorus of, “Me!”, “Ewww!”, “TMI”, and the requisite “Alex Hamilton – Enough of that!” from my favorite chaperon.
I relaxed into my bag. Day one shot. I had high hopes for day two.
* * *
I was one of the first up, getting the fire going, and putting two kettles to boil over the coals. Years of camping had me getting up with the sun when outdoors. I ambled down to the riverside, cleaning up as much as I could, running a comb through my hair, brushing my teeth, and making myself moderately presentable. When I had returned to the fire, a few weary souls were struggling out of their tents, stretching, and then heading up or downstream to take care of their immediate needs.
Miss Shannon Ryan, Humanities teacher extraordinaire, looking quite fetching in a light t-shirt and shorts, squirmed out of her tiny tent, scanning the campsite with a tired scowl. Her wild mane of dark red hair was particularly unruly, making me fantasize about being the one who’d mussed it up. I smiled when I saw her sniff the air, heading my way.
“Is that coffee?”
I held out a mug for her, which she accepted gratefully, inhaling its aroma deeply before taking a taste. “God bless you,” she whispered, pursing her pretty lips and blowing on it before her second sip. She eased herself down to the log beside me, huddled over her steaming mug in the cool morning air. I glanced over and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples responding to the morning chill. Her sleeveless tee was too large, and from my angle, I had a dick hardening view of side boobage, maybe even a nipple.
I had a light windbreaker with me and placed it around her shoulders. She looked at me quizzically.
I nodded down to her chest. “The girls are standing at attention,” I said softly. “I’m not complaining, but that’s a little too much stimulation for some of the boys.”
I wasn’t sure how she’d respond, particularly in this environment but she took it in stride, slipping her arms into the jacket, and closing one snap right between her boobs. “Thanks, too early to be fending off the walking hormones. I’m not up to it at this ungodly hour.” She took a sip. “I hope you got your fill.”
I chuckled. “You know I’ll never get my fill, but as an appetizer, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Little Alex thanks you as well.”
Shit. I hadn’t meant for that last bit to spill out.
She didn’t even look my way. “Too far.”
Enough said. It was our code. In a situation like ours, sometimes things got out of hand, one or the other had to draw the line. In the open campground, I guess Shannon figured my last comment was over the top.
I could challenge her, of course. But she was right. We had an unusual relationship, and not what you’re thinking. It was too easily misinterpreted so we kept it cool in public.
I glanced back at her, and let her know I understood. “Sorry.”
She looked up from her mug, smiling. “No you’re not.”
She had me there. “No I’m not. Not for the comment. But the time and place is all wrong.”
Her eyes scanned the immediate area, observing the campers starting to slowly wander over. “You gonna be good this trip? Or am I going to have to tell your Mom?”
“Jeez, Shannon. The Mom card? Already?”
She gave me that evil look of hers, smirking, knowing she had won without even making a effort. I had nobody to blame but myself, and my neurotic need to help anyone in distress. Like a brand new teacher.
That’s a different story. For a different time.
A few people were wandering toward the campfire, which was blazing nicely, while I continued to feed it. Needed a lot of hot coals for breakfast. “Coffee and hot chocolate’s ready for anybody who wants some. Bring your own cup.”
A couple of them were content to stand near the fire, stretching their hands forward toward the flames, warming up. Several others, however, scampered back to their tents, returning with a wide variety of cups in hand.
John showed up, close friend, fellow scout and second year member of the Outdoor Club. He sat down nearby holding a mug out, which I filled with coffee. “Man, it got cold last night. I’m glad I wasn’t sleeping naked.”
Miss Shannon almost spit up her coffee. “Inappropriate much?” she asked, peering at him.
“Hey, I didn’t start it,” he argued, looking at me pointedly.
“Don’t remind me,” she growled. She stared at me for a few seconds, and then went back to her coffee. “Dispensation for the coffee and jacket. Now clean it up, Mister Hamilton.”
The last name thing was my warning. But I had to hand it to her, she always gave me the warning, an opportunity to reel myself in before she had to. In public Miss Shannon was cool. She could tease with the best of ’em, but was able to draw the line at how far things could go. I was always careful not to get carried away. A few different witty and salacious comments struggled within my head to be heard, but I successfully kept them at bay. Things you might get away with in private, among friends and family, did not play as well in public.
She looked over at me, raising one immaculately maintained eyebrow over those dark, sleepy, bedroom eyes, waiting for a smart-ass response.
Not today. Under the radar. Looking for some wiggle room in case things went my way later. I was being good. “Yes ma’am. Last thing I would want to do is cause any trouble for my all-time, number one, favorite teacher. Can I give you a refill?”
She smiled for me, secure in holding the upper hand, and held out her mug. I took her hands in one of mine, steadying them, while I poured the coffee. I took my time letting go of her hands, my thumb caressing the back of one, intimately. She didn’t look at me, but I saw the beginning of a blush.
* * *
Miss Shannon’s blush was about the best I did all day. Saturday was a training day. All of our activities predetermined, keeping us busy until almost sunset. The day had turned hot, high 80’s at least, and the views were spectacular, but there was very little time for personal activities. The teachers paired us off when we did any projects, and it looked like Miss Shannon and Dr. Reed were determined to match me up with those who I had the least interest in being with. I would not put it past them to do it on purpose.
We were all tired by the time we settled in for our dinner, a huge pot of spaghetti, meat sauce, and toasted French bread. A large beverage cooler with punch and another with water, kept us hydrated. We took turns doing the cooking and cleanup, but I had volunteered to take care of the fire each morning, escaping most of the cooking and the dreaded cleanup. The meal was filling and there was enough to satisfy even the hungriest among us.
After we had our end of day wrap-up and were reminded of the camp rules and the following day’s activities, things wound down and people wandered off on their own. I did a little housekeeping, hanging up my t-shirt from the day before to air out, and cleaning up my personal dishes. I had started on making my covered shelter more inviting by creating a fire space just in front of it, with a tall stack of wood behind it, creating both a heat reflector and a visual wall from the rest of the camp. Instant privacy. Now all I was looking for was a reason to need it.
I dug the fire pit out almost a foot deep, piling the excavated earth behind it and to the sides to help reflect the heat back into the covered area. The slope of the front of the pit made it easy to access the fire while enjoying it. I piled up the initial starter tinder and wood, only lacking a match to set it off. A large log, ‘liberated’ from a not-too-distant campsite, was lying lengthwise and would create an intimate seating area when the time was right. I’d had to recruit John’s aid to get it in place, starting his grumbling.
Moving back down to the central area, I got John to help me build up a large stock of fallen wood for the communal fire, which in turn got several others participating, until the pile was almost the size of Julie. I also surreptitiously hauled out a canteen of Bacardi 151, and headed back to the main area.
People came and went, the conversation ebbing and flowing. By 10:00 it was getting a little cooler, nice after the heat of the day, and the wind had picked up a notch. I was happy enough to be parked between the sisters, Lisa and Julie, flirting openly with both, pleasantly surprised at Lisa’s openness and willingness to play along. Julie had sought me out during dinner, and Lisa had joined us, seemingly content playing chaperon. We were all drinking the punch, which I’d openly spiked, with their approval. I was keeping the existence of the rum quiet. I did not have enough for everybody and if we were caught, there might be hell to pay. Best if that risk rested on my shoulders.
The crowd around the big common fire circle had broken up into half-a-dozen small groups, and I was more than content with my quiet corner of it. The fire was warm, the smoke was blowing away from us, and the log we were perched on comfortably worn down from countless rears before ours. As it got cooler, and the wind picked up, the groups seemed to collapse in upon themselves, huddling closer together, little black holes of teenage angst and desires. With the amount of desire I was feeling, I imagined our singularity was greater than most.
Miss Shannon passed by and, obviously sucked in by our gravitational field, leaned over me a second and placed my jacket in my lap. I’d completely forgotten about it. “Thanks,” she said. “I think I’m fine now.”
I turned toward her, giving a quick glance down at her breasts. “That’s too bad. You know where I live if you need it again.”
She gave me that look that warned me I was treading on thin ice while sipping from her ever-present coffee mug. The woman was a caffeine junkie. I rolled the dice of chance, standing up, my back to the fire, hiding my actions. “Umm, can I give you a little something for your coffee?” I held out the thermos, so she could catch a whiff.
She took a sniff then looked up at me with a look of caution. “Alex…”
I moved closer and spoke very softly. “Just a drop. To take the edge off. It has to last the whole weekend.” I tipped the bottle over toward her mug, and she held it steady. Good enough for me. I poured her an ounce or so.
She moved even closer, almost touching me, lowering her voice. “Who knows?”
“Just the four of us, at the moment.”
“Keep it that way. If anyone gets drunk, I’ll have your ass.”
“Don’t tease me, you wicked thing,” I whispered back, grinning mischievously. “For an offer like that I’d get everyone shit-faced.”
“Alex!” she hissed.
I had been teasing Miss Shannon for almost a year now, ever since shortly after she came to our school. I’d ended up helping her out of a situation, and in the doing she’d become friends with my family, and my mother in particular. She knew of my strong feelings for her, and there had been a possibility of reciprocation, once upon a time. But cooler heads had prevailed, and things eased back to the current level of public teasing and private flirtation. She was a teacher and I was a student, at least for the rest of this year. As much as I lusted for her, I liked her too much to jeopardize her name and career. I had to be content with fond memories of one warm evening when she almost became my third.
“I’m just kidding, Shannon. I would never do anything to get you in trouble. You must know that by now, right? I’ll keep it cool.”
She shook her head, sighing. She sipped her coffee, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes looking up into mine. “Take it easy on that stuff, OK?”
“Of course. Let me know if you’d like some more.”
“You’re not trying to get me drunk, are you?” she whispered, her eyes sparkling. The edge of her mouth turned up just a hint.
“Here? With all these people around? Not a chance.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not sure that makes me feel any safer.”
“I promise. Scout’s Honor.” I grinned, holding up the scout salute, then crossing my first two fingers, a skill I’d worked on diligently.
“Damn, you can be a pain in my ass.”
The responses I had for that were almost overwhelming. I thought I was going to bite my tongue off reining them in. “I know. Believe me, your patience is very much appreciated. Keeping you locked in at the top of my favorite teacher list. Number one with a bullet.”
She rolled her eyes at me, and then stepped over to the sisters, addressing them. “The devil. He is the devil. Sweet talker like that is nothing but trouble. Watch out for him.”
Lisa almost killed me when she answered. “Oh, we know. We watch out for each other,” she said with a nod toward her sister. “You better watch out too.”
Our teacher’s eyes opened wide, and I almost laughed aloud when she turned away, lost for words.
“Wounded. I’m mortally wounded, Lisa,” I told her with a disappointing shake of my head as I sat back down, squeezing in between them.
“Poor baby. Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. There are enough girls around here that aren’t aware of your game, Casanova.”
“Casanova? First Teri calls me Don Juan, and now Casanova? What’s with you girls?”
She looked at me like I had two heads.
Teri had been sitting nearby, sort of between groups, eavesdropping on both. She was now watching our wordplay from the next log over. She twisted her torso around, scooting a bit closer, poking her nose in. “What’s with you, Casanova? Camp full of cuties and you’re setting one sister against the other? You’d have Lisa cheating on Darryl, but dollars to donuts you’d be doing the same with sweet cheeks given half a chance.” She was grinning hugely, getting her kicks out of poking me with her verbal sharp stick.
Honestly, I was a little shocked. “Cheat? Me? Why would you say that? I have never cheated on a girlfriend. I mean, flirt, and joke around, sure. We’re all having fun. But I’m not a cheater.” I was quite vehement in my own defense, attracting more attention than I had intended.
I guess I was a little too vociferous, and I saw Teri shrink back a bit. “I was just teasing,” she said.
My anger was slow to cool, but I didn’t want to make a huge scene. “Alright. Let’s talk about cheating. I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment, right?” I lowered my voice and leaned forward. Teri had to scoot closer and lean in to hear me. I grinned. She was doomed. Captured by our gravity well.
She nodded, and the sisters on each side of me leaned in as well, adding an additional modicum of privacy to our discussion.
“What’s cheating? Where do we draw the line? Who’s to say if someone’s cheating? If I were to kiss Lisa, right here right now, would that be cheating? She has a boyfriend. Would kissing Julie afterward be cheating? Kissing two different girls?”
It was funny to hear three different responses. Lisa was quick to answer, “Of course!”
Julie was hot on her heels saying “No way.”
Teri? She took the weak ass middle road, “It depends.”
I looked at each of the sisters. I reached out for Lisa, pulled her close and gave her a brief peck on the lips. Without waiting for her reaction, I turned to Julie, and gave her a kiss as well, less of a peck, since she seemed eager to respond.
“Now. Did she cheat? Did I cheat on either one of them?” I turned to Lisa, “Did I cheat on you, kissing your sister?”
She seemed a little shocked, and shook her head no.
“How about you?” I asked, turning to Julie.
“No.”
I waved Teri closer, “Come here.”
She shook her head, looking nervous.
“Come. Here.” I said more firmly, pointing directly in front of me.
She looked at me, then the sisters, before scooting forward and kneeling right in front of Julie, inches from me. I reached out and held her jaw in my hand, leaned in and kissed her hard. I pulled her chin down, encouraging her to open her mouth, and slid my tongue between her lips. I’d known her eight years and it was the first time I’d really kissed her. She whimpered softly before opening her mouth and meeting my tongue with hers. We kissed for several seconds, before I pulled away.
“Who did we cheat on just now?”
She looked at me with confusion, and a hint of anger. “Nobody, but that’s not a fair question.”
“Why not?”
“It’s all in the intention. If I was your girlfriend, then kissing them would be cheating.”
I sat back and looked at the girls on each side of me. Interestingly, Teri kept her place, kneeling at my feet. “Is she right?”
Lisa was quick to answer. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? God, you guys are wishy-washy. How is it ‘maybe’ cheating? It’s only a kiss, damn it!”
“If you mean it,” Lisa insisted, “if the kiss is meant as wanting more, I’d think it’s cheating. The kiss you gave me, it’s not cheating. If you kissed me like you kissed her,” she nodded toward Teri, “that could be cheating.”
I sat back, taking a sip of my punch, while the wind blew the dying fire back to life. The temperature was still dropping to the point where it was getting chilly, and the fire was failing to keep up. Perfect excuse to move our little party.
“Excuse me a minute, ladies. I’ll be right back, and we can continue this debate.” I passed my half-finished mug of spiked punch to Teri, who took my spot as soon as I got up. I grabbed a nicely flaming log from the fire and jogged the couple of dozen steps to my shelter, putting it under my tinder pile, starting a nearly instant blaze.
I climbed into my tent and retrieved my large wool blanket. Essential camping and survival gear. I fed my nascent fire, and headed back down to my waiting trio of lovelies.
“Ladies, let’s move this party up the hill. It’s getting a little chilly out here, and my wind shelter will keep us nice and warm.” Julie and Lisa seemed eager to follow my direction. Teri appeared to have some reservations, but followed along since it was either that or get left behind. I got them seated, Teri in the middle bracketed by the sisters, and wrapped the blanket across all of their shoulders, with a good bit left to wrap around the outside of each of the sisters.
I turned back to the fire, stacking a few more logs and getting the flames soaring. The difference in heat was obvious. I went back to the girls and took all their mugs for another refill at the beverage box, adding an ounce of liquid uninhibitor to each one. I filled a fourth cup for myself.
Teri started to get up when I got back to them, but I told her to stay put. Not like she would listen. She slid off the log, sitting on the grass, and once I’d sat back down in my original place, she leaned back into me, between my open legs, her arms resting on my thighs, facing the fire. I reached down and rubbed her shoulders. “Comfy?”
“Not bad,” she replied casually.
Both Lisa and Julie moved in closer pulling the blanket tight to keep them warm. It was a cozy little private nest that I was at the center of.
“Back to cheating,” I announced. “Gotta confess, I don’t get it. We’re all on such clearly different wavelengths. For me cheating is pretty simple. You’re dating someone. You’re sleeping with them. You’ve told each other you’re committed. Then you do the deed with a stranger. That’s cheating.”
“Do the deed?” Julie asked.
“Coitus, intercourse, the two-backed beast.” Teri expounded, peeking back over her shoulder. “Sex.”
Lisa poked me. “Really? That’s the only way to cheat? Let me guess, if you pull out, it’s not cheating, huh?”
“Hey. I didn’t say that. If you have sex to the point where you finish, it’s cheating whether you come inside or out.”
Teri decided to pile on. “If you accidentally slid your python into some poor thing, but you managed to pull away before you came, that’s not cheating?”
“I, I guess it depends,” I stammered.
“Ah-HA! Who’s the wishy-washy one now!” Lisa gloated. She bumped me with her shoulder and smacked me on the leg. I noticed that afterward her hand stayed there, warm against my inner thigh.
“What about umm, oral,” Julie asked, sounding sincerely curious. “Cheating or not?”
“Giving or getting?” I asked.
“Jesus Alex! Like there’s a difference? How can oral not be cheating?” Teri snapped.
“Shhh,” I cautioned her after she raised her voice. “I was going to say that giving is cheating. I mean, you’re in control. On the other hand, you wouldn’t call rape cheating would you? Of course not. So if I was on the receiving end and I was encouraging it, it could be cheating, but if I was just a participant, no.”
Julie seemed to have the most problem grasping the nuances of our discussion. “I don’t get it. If you had a girlfriend now, like me, but Teri turned around and gave you a BJ, that’s not cheating ’cause you didn’t ask for it?”
Teri pulled away from me, as if she had touched a hot coal. “Why me? Why am I the one giving the blow-job?” she asked angrily.
Julie chuckled cutely. “You’re not. But if someone were going to, you’re right there.” The little cutie nodded toward my crotch where the conversation was having its effect on me.
Teri pretended not to notice. “Can we change the subject?” She artfully moved back between my legs where I could continue to rub her shoulders, neck and temple, carefully avoiding any indication she was pressed against my hardness.
Lisa leaned against me. “I guess we never will agree on what cheating is.”
I laughed. “Of course we can. Maybe everybody can’t but every couple can. It’s easy enough. If I was lucky enough to be dating you, and we were intimate, and I had managed to somehow maintain my sanity after our first time together, you would get to determine the limits. You tell me what you would consider to be cheating and I wouldn’t do it.” I had lifted my arm around her and given her a firm hug.
“Why are we arguing about it then?” She shocked me to the core when she took my face in her hands and turned me toward her. She moved within a few inches of my face, staring intently into my eyes. “Never have sex with anybody but me, and always come back to me, and everything else is forgiven,” I sensed no joking in her statement. Her lips closed the distance between us with a soft kiss that in any other circumstance I would have assumed sealed the deal.
But this wasn’t any other circumstance. She had a boyfriend, and I was embraced by her sister on one side, and my best friend Teri between my legs, leaning back against my aching hard-on.
I drew back from her, watching her eyes for any hint of teasing or joking, but they seared through my soul, an open invitation if I dared to take her up on it.
I was a coward.
I turned to my old friend, a safe haven in times of confusion. “How about you Teri? What would our version of cheating be, between you and me?” I teased her, sliding my hands down her front, across the top of her breasts for a few inches, stopping before her nipples.
“Not happening. You know it.” She grabbed my wrists and moved them up just a bit.
“I know, but if it did. Where would you draw the line?” I slid my hands to the sides, feeling the firmness of her smallish tits.
“Not. Happening,” she repeated, grabbing my wrists, but not pushing them away.
“But if it did..?” I curled my fingers under her breasts, always pushing her limits.
“Hypothetically?”
“Hypothetically.”
She sighed and leaned back, tilting her head way back and looking up at me upside down, giving me a chance to grope her tits for just a second, before I slid my hands back up to her shoulders. “I’m selfish. I don’t want another woman to ever see your thing. Don’t touch their privates. Stay off their breasts. No tongue when kissing. Don’t profess your love or desire for them. Don’t get hard for them. No porn. And anytime you backslide, you inform me immediately.” She turned, her upper arm leaning into my crotch. “Quite demanding, huh? Still interested?”
I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “If I was involved with you, and that’s what it took to keep you happy and maintain the peace, it’d be a small price to pay.”
“Bullshit. Easy to say, but I doubt you could stay faithful a single day.”
I sighed dramatically. “You wound me again, beautiful, ornery lady.” I turned to Julie. “Same question. If you and I were dating and in a committed relationship, what would you want me to do or not do? What would be cheating?”
She smiled easily and nuzzled under my arm. “That’s easy. When you’re my boyfriend, I don’t want you to do anything behind my back you wouldn’t do in front of me.”
I nearly leaped out of my skin as did the ladies around me, when a voice broke in from behind us. “Now that may be the best answer I’ve heard yet.” Miss Shannon. I wondered how long she had been listening. I heard her giggle, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you all. Nice little private party you have here Mr. Hamilton. I would appreciate it if next time you warned me before starting a second fire. Let’s try to wrap it up OK, it’s getting late.”
Looking downhill, I saw the main campfire was almost abandoned. Two small groups were all that remained.
“And you probably have to stay up as long as us, to make sure nobody misbehaves, right?”
“You got it, bucko. Making me hike up here isn’t making my job any easier.”
I pulled out my canteen of rum and offered it to her. She took it, gave it a shake to see how much we’d polished off, and recharged her drink. “Miss Shannon, I promise you we will all retire to our own tents in the next 30 minutes, and we won’t do anything behind your back we wouldn’t do in front of you.”
She passed me back my canteen. “OK. But I’m going to hold you to that.” She peeked over the blanket at the three girls. “What did I tell you about him? He’s dangerous. Watch out for each other.”
Teri grinned large. “Us? You’re the only one he’s committed to so far. Nothing behind your back he wouldn’t do in front of you?”
That had the girls in a giggle fit, and had Miss Shannon headed off for one last tour of the camp, her red face lighting the way.
I gave Teri a shake. “You are rotten.”
She stifled her giggles, struggling up from her position. “Ow, my legs are getting cramped.” She waved her mug around, my spare mug to be precise. “Anybody else in need of a refill?”
Both Julie and Lisa passed over their empty mugs, and as soon as Teri was gone, Lisa slid into her place. “That shoulder rub looked nice,” she hinted.
The girl was nothing but surprises. Nice ones I might add. I laughed, reaching down and rubbing her soft shoulders. I tilted her head back and gave her a short soft kiss on the lips, then went back to loosening her muscles, working around her neck. I turned to Julie, who was patiently leaning against me. I leaned toward her and she met me halfway, delivering a long wonderful kiss.
She pulled away and wrapped her arm around my back. “So Alex. Am I asking too much of my boyfriend?”
“What do you think, Lisa?” I deflected the question.
“She’s right. I like her answer better than mine. It seems simple enough. Nothing behind my back. If you do it in front of me, and I don’t like it, then we can talk about it, but there’s no surprises. And this way, there might even be things that I might think would bother me but turn out not to,” she answered, wriggling under my hands. She turned sideways, her arm resting on my leg, her shoulder and side pushing against my hardness.
She looked up at me, eyes big, a small expectant smile on her full lips. She tilted her head back when she saw me staring at her lips, parting them fractionally. I reached down and stroked her hair, before kissing her, slowly and warmly, closing my eyes and losing myself in it. Damn, why did she have to be taken?
I pulled back and Julie was turned toward me, straddling the log, her breasts pressed against me. I caught my breath after the surprising older sister kiss. “Any ideas about things you thought might bother you and didn’t?” I asked, while Julie’s young lips mapped out the exposed flesh around my neck and chest.
“Yeah,” Lisa answered in a voice full of need. “Like seeing you kiss my baby sister, Heaven help me.”
With her sister’s explicit encouragement I pulled Julie close and kissed her as ardently as I had her sister. I moaned into her mouth when I felt Lisa openly rubbing my cock.
“Jesus!” I heard Teri exclaim from a distance. “I go to take a tinkle, and I return to Sodom and Gomorrah.”
Julie looked contrite, as she settled in next to me, arms still holding me tight. Lisa turned, obscuring the fact that a large wet spot was developing on my shorts. Darker color shorts next time.
Teri passed out the mugs, and then settled in beside me. She kept a few inches away, and squealed softly when I pulled her in close, kissing her as well. “Welcome back, Bestie.”
“Did I say you could kiss me?” she snapped.
“I’ll stop if you tell me to.”
She heaved a huge sigh as if she was the most put upon person in the world. “What did I miss?” she asked giving me a warning glance.
Julie grinned. “Lisa said she could go along with my idea of cheating.”
Teri was not quite as willing to jump aboard that train. “It sounds right, I’ll admit. I just don’t know. If you ended up with a guy like shameless here, who knows what he’d try to do in front of you? Probably everything I just told him not to do, just to test me. Constantly pushing boundaries.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder. “How come you haven’t picked out your next girlfriend yet, Alex?” she asked softly.
“I don’t get to just pick them. There’s a mutual element to it you know. They have to pick me back.”
“Semantics. How come?” she argued. “You haven’t been without a girlfriend for more than a couple of weeks in the last three years. It can’t be that hard.”
Lisa nudged her shoulder against my painful erection and giggled, before joining in. “What’s your process? I’d love to know. It’s so easy for guys. They get to make all the decisions. We girls have to wait to see who’s interested and then decide if we’re willing to accept their choices.”
“It’s not that easy. Nobody likes to be shot down, or made fun of.”
Julie whispered softly. “I’d never do that, Alex.”
I smiled, giving her a tender kiss. “I know, Angel.”
“She’s right. Who around here would turn you down?” Teri insisted.
“You mean besides you?”
“Please. You’re never serious, always teasing. How do you decide for real?”
I had never really given it much thought. “I guess it starts with narrowing down the field. Who would I like to be with if I could? I guess I’m picky. Fun, pretty, smart, good company, I don’t want just any girl. I imagine I’m like most guys. I have a list in my head of the top babes. I have enough of an ego to believe I deserve them.”
That got Lisa’s attention, getting her to turn partially around again. She was getting naughtier. She lifted her arm and rested her wrist on my steely shaft. “You’ve got to tell us. Who’s on the list? Anybody here at camp?”
“Spill,” Teri chimed in, giving me a poke in the side.
I felt Julie’s lips by my ear. “Please?” she whispered before nibbling my earlobe.
Shit. This was looking dangerous. So far, being open with them had been beyond interesting. I’d never expected any of what was going on. “Two are here.”
Julie’s voice betrayed her nervousness. “Anyone we know?”
I reached around and gave her a warm hug, almost spilling her drink. “You, pretty girl are definitely high on the list.”
Her sweet smile was bright enough to light the heavens. Damned if I didn’t see tears in her eyes. She hugged me tightly, whispering, “Just ask.”
I kissed her forehead, waiting for the fallout from the other two.
“Who’s the other?” Teri asked, seeming more curious than anything.
“Dominique.”
Lisa moved her hand over my hardness, giving me a not so subtle squeeze. “Dominique? Really? You hardly even speak to her.”
“I know. She seems a little out of my league, and immune to my boyish good looks and boundless charm.”
“Puh-lease! You’ve got to be kidding. She’d go for you in a heartbeat. I happen to know you’re at the top of her list.”
“You guys have lists?”
“Well, Duh! We all talk about it, just like you.”
“I don’t talk about it. I’ve never even told anybody but you three.”
Lisa was scratching her fingernails down my shaft, driving me crazy. “We all talk. The guys we’d choose if we could. Who our favorites are. You must know you’re on a lot of lists.”
“Yours?” I asked, teasing.
She looked at me quite seriously, before nodding. “But I guess I’m not on yours,” she pouted, breaking my heart.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair. “True confession time. All three of you would make up the top of my list, except that two of you have issues.”
Lisa’s unobtrusive stroking stopped. “Issues? What kind of issues?”
“Come on Lisa. You’re taken. There’s no way anyone as fun, sweet and gorgeous as you wouldn’t be at the top of everyone’s list, but once you’re out of the game, you’re off the list. Believe me, I wish you weren’t, but I wouldn’t do that to you or Darryl.”
“So you’re saying if I wasn’t dating Darryl…”
“Top 3.”
“Not number one?” she asked with a smirk.
“You really think it’s fair to ask?” I glanced over at her sister.
“I take it I have issues, too?” Teri asked, her voice less playful. “It’s not ’cause I’m taken.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“What is it?” she asked sharply.
“I’d rather not say,” I answered.
“Oh, right. You’re suddenly mister close-mouthed. Go ahead. Give it to me. What’s the problem?”
“You know.”
She was definitely irritated. “Because I’m a virgin? Saving it?”
“Now that’s crazy. Every girl I’ve ever been with so far has been a virgin.”
“Oh, Mister Cherry Popper! How many virgins have you slain? Ten? A Dozen? More?”
“Stop it Teri.” I said softly, trying to pull her closer.
She fought me. “Come on, I know you’re dying to share. How many?”
I looked down at Lisa, and was disappointed to see she looked just as eager to find out. “Three,” I finally admitted.
“Three?” Teri responded, sounding confused.
Lisa chimed in as well. “Three? You’ve dated more girls than that.”
“Three. Three! That’s it! Happy?” I barked.
Julie reached up and touched my cheek. “Shh,” she said. “Nobody’s judging you, Alex.”
Teri moved away from me. “I call bullshit. I know more than that many who have told me they slept with you.”
“Who?” I asked.
“Who?” she faltered. “I can’t say, but there’s more.”
“Who?” I demanded sharply. “I’ll tell you who’s lying.”
She got quiet for a moment. “Angela,” she said, challenging me.
My girlfriend for over a year. And the only girl I’d slept with more than half-a-dozen times. “True.”
“Maria.”
My girlfriend, before Angela. And my first. “True.”
“Denise.”
“Nope. Didn’t happen. Not even close. Second base.”
Teri looked at me in disbelief. “You’re kidding right? She told us all about it, and I’ll be honest, she made you sound awfully good.”
“A lie. Didn’t happen. Not every likely to. Not even in my top 10.”
Teri seemed shocked. “Heather?”
“Heather? Which Heather? Not Heather in your tent?” I asked in open disbelief.
She nodded.
“Jesus! Why would she say that? She doesn’t even like me! I’ve never so much as kissed her.”
“I thought your families stayed at the same resort last summer? Didn’t you guys hook up? That’s why she’s mad at you. You used her and dumped her at the end of the summer.”
I shook my head in complete bewilderment. “No. Not Heather. I did make a friend on that vacation, a local girl. We played around a good bit, but never went all the way. She was saving it.” I gave Teri a meaningful glance. “I’d have been willing to go out with Heather, but she was already involved with family friends and I didn’t have a chance.”
“Who?” Teri asked.
“I’m not going to say.”
“C’mon. She lied about you, you could at least tell the truth about her,” Teri argued.
“I don’t talk about that stuff. Not to anyone. Not my relationship, not other peoples’. Sorry. Would you want me to be talking about you, if we did anything?”
Lisa had been hanging on every word. “Kaitlyn?”
“Graduated last year?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
How did she know? That was the secret one. Totally private. But I wasn’t going to veer from my path of honesty. “Yep. Now you know all of ’em.”
“Was it last Spring Break?” Lisa insisted.
Damn! She was good. And I knew where this was heading. “Possibly.”
Teri interrupted, “While you were still with Angela! And that’s not cheating?”
“No. Angie was there when it happened. And that’s all I’m going to say on that subject.”
Lisa by this time had turned almost completely around and her breasts were cradling my hard-on, intentionally or not. “You’re kidding. Both of them?”
“They were best friends. It just happened, OK? Not planned, and not repeated.” At least not with both of them. “I didn’t think anybody knew. Can we drop it?”
Lisa put her hands on my chest. “Alex, you have to share. They’re not here. We won’t tell. You wouldn’t be hurting anyone. Pretty much everyone knows you were with them, just not at the same time.”
“Funny, how I’m the one doing all the sharing.”
She leaned closer moving up and down enough to make it clear to me at least, that she knew exactly where my cock was happily residing. “Please. I promise, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. Everything.” She looked over at her sister. “So will Julie. I swear. Right Jules?”
Julie had remained quiet. “Of course. I’ll tell you anything.”
Teri sounded almost sad when she said, “I’d tell you everything, if there was anything to tell. Or anything you didn’t already know.”
I sighed. “There’s not that much to tell. And it never leaves this circle. Agreed?”
The girls all nodded in expectation, pulling in closer. The wind was really picking up, gusting, and I could hear the occasional drop of rain landing on the tarp overhead. Better get this show on the road. I stood and stepped around Lisa to tend the fire for a moment, while getting my thoughts in order. I took a large, courage fortifying drink from my mug, and then moved back to my place on the log, with the three girls instantly molding themselves to me. Pretty incredible.
“It should be no surprise that Angela and I were doing a lot together. I was her first. She was my second. We did what we could when we could, but it wasn’t enough for either of us.” I lowered my voice, and looked around, before taking another big sip of the rum-punch. I was starting to really feel it, which was good under the current situation.
“We went down to Kaitlyn’s beach house over Spring Break. David was supposed to have come with us, but they broke up a couple of days before we went, so she was alone. She was really bummed out about it. He didn’t know it, but that weekend she had plans to give him her virginity. She’d even gotten on the pill, in case it became a regular thing. Idiot didn’t deserve her. Kaitlyn was a little irritated that every time her parents were gone for even a few minutes, Angela and I were going at it, sometimes leaving her on watch, reminding her of what she was missing out on.”
Lisa was driving me nuts, still pressing my cock between her breasts, while looking up at me while I spoke.
“Kaitlyn’s Aunt and Uncle were supposed to come down for the second weekend, and her parents left us in their care. But the weather turned bad, and since all they do is golf every day, they decided to wait until after the storm blew over. Leaving us alone. As soon as we got the word they were going to be delayed a couple of days, we started drinking and fooling around. Angela and I were getting bad, doing it anywhere and everywhere. We’d never been alone like that for so long. A house to ourselves. The first couple of times we did it around Kaitlyn, she’d just leave, but finally she just sat beside us, ignoring us, while Angela sat in my lap and we watched a movie together, screwing the whole time.”
The girls were clinging to my every word. I put my hand on Lisa and eased her away from me. “You’ve gotta stop that, beautiful, or I’m going to make a mess.” She blushed hard, and moved back just a little. “God, I can’t believe I’m telling you guys this.”
I looked around to see if they wanted me to go on. It seemed obvious.
“We were getting more and more blatant. By the time the movie ended the first night, we were all pretty drunk. Angela and I were both naked, and Kaitlyn was wearing a threadbare t-shirt and panties. I’ll be honest, it was driving me crazy to have her around.
“‘Are you guys always like this?’ Kaitlyn asked.
“Angela laughed at her. ‘Never, I think he’s getting off on having my best friend watch us.’
“I was pretty worn out, but Angela slipped between my legs and took me in her mouth, right in front of Kaitlyn, shocking her.
“‘You’re kidding me, right? Again?’ she gasped.
“I was tempted to beg off, but Angela changed my mind pretty quickly. ‘Just one more. Help me?’ she asked.”
Teri gasped, “She asked for her help?”
I nodded. “She didn’t ask for much. She pleaded with Kaitlyn to take off her shirt. ‘Please,’ she asked. Kaitlyn did, then she rubbed her tits for me and moved in real close. She even told me I could touch them. Between Angela’s blow-job and playing with Kaitlyn’s big tits, I got hard again, and Angela climbed on my lap for another ride. I was still playing with Kaitlyn’s tits, and she got on her knees and let me suck them. Apparently that worked Angie up even more than me. I heard the change in her breathing, felt a new urgency in her actions. I was getting a little crazy, touching Kaitlyn all over, sliding my hand into her panties, urging her to take them off, until she was naked and coming on my hand. Once her friend came for me, it set Angie off and she exploded, the first of many intense orgasms on that ride. But it seemed no matter how long we fucked, I wasn’t going to come again. Angela eventually climbed off of me, and grabbed both of us by the hand and dragged us to the bed.”
Lisa was back to doing bad things with her tits and my cock. “All three of you naked in bed? Is that when you screwed her?”
“No. Everything but that. It was crazy. We spent that night and the whole next day playing around. I was still screwing Angela, but I spent a lot of time underneath the two of them, with Kaitlyn parked on my face. They blew me together, and I could do pretty much anything I wanted except fuck Kaitlyn. At one point Angela even let Kaitlyn try me for just a minute, so yeah, I was inside of her, not the whole way, but enough to make it official. I just held her while she lay on top of me, and we didn’t move. She seemed to like that a lot. Kaitlyn got so worked up she was even able to come for me, without my doing anything but hold her and kiss her. That was amazing. Really intense, feeling her shaking and trembling while she came for me. I had to pull out of her, and Angela finished me off with her mouth while Kaitlyn clung to me. After dinner that night, Angela finally gave in and said she wanted to see me do her friend. Take her virginity for real.”
“God, I’m so jealous,” Julie whispered to me.
“After almost 24 hours of having to stop short, given the green light I got a little crazy. I should have treated her gently, and made a special moment out of it, but I wanted her so bad I was burning up with desire. I got on top of her, and without any more foreplay, forced my entire length inside of her in one hard stroke, making her scream my name. Jesus, if y’all only knew what it was like to hear your name from a woman’s lips while you’re fucking her. It’s like an adrenaline shot to the brain. We screwed for hours, and now I could take turns on them. I spent most of the time in Kaitlyn, since it was probably my one and only chance. Even after we went to sleep, I woke up and had Kaitlyn twice more. She got up to get a drink, and I followed her to the kitchen and did her on the table. I couldn’t get enough of her. I probably spent three or four hours that night, constantly hard and always in somebody’s mouth or pussy. It was epic. Best fucking night of my life.”
I sat back sipping my drink while Lisa slowly rubbed her tits up and down on my cock, completely open about it. She was rubbing her nipples against me, first one, then the other. The girl had no shame. God, there was so much to like about her. Where the hell had this come from?
“The next morning, Kaitlyn left us so I could have one more turn with Angela in private before the Aunt and Uncle arrived. We never even talked about it after that, although we’d occasionally drop hints, but it was clearly a one-time thing.”
I looked down at Lisa. “Lisa, if you don’t stop right now, I’m going to lose it.”
She had that look of a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “I’m sorry, but that was sooo fucking hot.”
Julie spoke up. “And you guys never did it again?”
“She got back together with David a week later.”
“You didn’t answer the question,” Lisa said with a mischievous grin.
“Fine. Over the summer, after Angela and I ended it and she went off to college, Kaitlyn and I got together a few times before she had to leave.” I looked over at Teri. “Those were the only three. Do you believe me now?”
Teri leaned against me. “I’m sorry about what I said about cheating. I didn’t know. I thought what they’d said was true.”
“And that’s our biggest issue. You and me. You don’t trust me. You always think I’m lying to you and find the worst in anything I say.”
“No I don’t,” she argued, but she knew I was right, and her heart wasn’t in it.
“I wish it wasn’t true,” I told her. I lifted her face to mine and gave her a kiss. “How many times have I told you I like you and asked to move our relationship further?”
“You’re just teasing me,” she said sullenly.
“See? You still don’t believe me. I’ve never lied to you about that. Never.”
“But you’re always joking about stuff, like ‘christening your castle.'”
“You’re right, I do now. I joke because it’s easier to take getting shot down if it sounds like I’m kidding than when I’m serious.”
“You should have said something,” Teri kept arguing.
I sighed. “Whatever. You’re going to hear what you want to hear, and believe what you want to believe. And that’s why you’re no longer in my top five.”
I pulled back a bit, and made a show of looking at my watch. “And now I’m going to go to bed, and so are you guys, like we promised Miss Shannon. And nobody is ever going to breathe a word of what I told you here tonight, to anybody. Right?”
“Wait,” Lisa said, grabbing me.
I stopped. “What?”
“Who are the others? The ones that aren’t here?”
“I don’t think it matters. I’ve made up my mind already, and they’re no longer in the picture.” I got up and started folding up the blanket. The wind was gusting hard, and I was afraid we were going to get hit with a big storm, not the showers predicted.
The girls were still all standing around, as if they didn’t know where to go. Finally Teri, came up to me and pulled me down for a kiss on the cheek. “I really am sorry, Alex. Do you think maybe we can talk about it a little tomorrow?”
I gave her a hug. “Bestest girl since sixth grade? I’ll always have time for you.”
She hugged me back, gave me another peck and headed for her tent.
Looking around, I could see we were the last ones up. The main fire was deserted. “Goodnight girls,” I said, heading to my tent for one of the half-dozen tarps I’d brought. I took it back to our woodpile, covering it, and before I knew it, the sisters were helping me. I scattered the fire so it could burn out. “It’s starting to rain. I’ve got this. You guys should go to bed.”
Julie came to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Thanks for sharing with us. This was the greatest night ever.” She drew me down for a long hot kiss that curled my toes. Afterward she looked over toward her sister.
“Go ahead,” Lisa said. “I’ll be with you in a second.”
“I’m going to take down this fly, so it doesn’t blow away,” I explained to Lisa who still gave no indication of leaving.
I didn’t put the fly away, I just took it down, folding it up in thirds and staked it down thoroughly. Lisa helped. When I was done, she moved next to me. “You and I need to talk, OK? Don’t make any big decisions before we chat, please?”
I was afraid she was going to try to make her sister off-limits. That was going to be an ugly chat. It must have showed on my face.
She slid her hand in mine. “Nothing bad, Alex, I promise. It’s just that tonight has been eye opening.” She moved in for a hug, as the bigger raindrops started falling. “I had a great time with you tonight. A lot better than I expected to, to be totally honest. I think I had let your rep get to me.”
“Rep?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Can I have a kiss goodnight, too?”
She needn’t have asked. I kissed her there under the trees for several minutes, getting acquainted with much of her awesome body. It was surreal, holding her in the soft rain. “Go, you’re going to get soaked.” I told her, turning her away, and patting her ass.
She blew me a kiss, and ran over to her tent.
I walked over to Miss Shannon’s tent. “Shannon, you still awake?” I asked softly, trying to avoid attention.
It was silent for a moment. “What are you up to, Mr. Hamilton?”
Uh-oh. Mr. Hamilton. She was not happy with me. “The girls have gone to bed. Everyone else too. It looks like a storm is coming. I’m going to secure a few things around the camp. I wanted you to know, in case you heard anything going on out here.”
She poked her head out of the opening, looking up at me. “Thank you. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“No problem. Stay in there and keep warm. It looks like the storm could be bad.” I knelt down in front of her, reaching out and stroking her hair brazenly. “Wouldn’t want my favoritest teacher in the world getting wet on my account.”
“Don’t mistreat those girls. They’re good kids,” she said softly, almost pleading. She didn’t pull away from my hand, as I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. We really had a nice talk. I’ve never had a chance to talk to girls like that, so openly. Not even with my girlfriends. It was good. I learned a lot.”
She rolled her eyes at me. “That’s all we need.” She reached up and gave my hand a squeeze. “Thanks for helping, and for keeping your trouble-making to a minimum.” She gave me a big grin at the end.
“Anything for you,” I teased her with a similar grin, inching closer.
She sighed. “Go on now, before one of us says or does something stupid.”
I leaned forward and saw her tremble for a second before my lips reached her forehead. “Goodnight, Shannon.”
“Goodnight, Alex.” She watched me for a second before disappearing back into her tent.
I was getting drenched by this time. I ran back to the fire and picked up where we’d been sitting. My mug, canteen and windbreaker were still there. I slid the windbreaker on, pulling the internal hood over my head, and made my way down to the main site. I scattered the logs figuring to let it burn itself out, keeping it going a little longer as a light source if nothing else. I had little fear of it getting out of control with the rain coming. It took about ten minutes but I put away my stuff, and secured the eating area as best I could.
I stood outside my tent, in the covered vestibule, stripping off my wet clothing and drying off with the towel I had used at the river that day. By the time I got in the tent, I knew it was going to be a bad one. The wind was whistling through the trees, and it was raining hard.
In my tent I organized my stuff, moving everything as far from the entrance as I could. I closed up most of the mesh windows, since it was getting cold. I was worried about the camp. I pulled together an outfit to wear if I had to go back out, including an ugly but utilitarian rain poncho. My clothing was stacked outside of the backpack, leaving all my ‘miscellaneous’ gear in the pack. I realized I had to take a leak and stood in the vestibule, pissing out the side, when the first loud thunderclap hit. It was like an announcement, and the rain became a pounding wall of water. Shit.
Back in my tent, I relaxed in my sleeping bag. Even the massive storm outside couldn’t completely distract me from thoughts about what had happened that night. The discussion, the hugging, the kissing, the soft tits encasing my cock. I was hard, recalling it all, stroking myself slowly, wondering what Julie was going to be like.
She was mine. I could feel it. And nothing her sister was going to say was going to change that. Damn, she had a tight little body. And it had been months since I’d gotten any.
The sudden pounding of hail came as a surprise, pelting my tent. I peeked out the entrance but it was pitch black outside, what little light the fire was producing struggling to reach the inside of my vestibule. I hunted down my flashlight, and was more than a little shocked to see that the batteries were all but dead. Some prepared, huh? At least I had a backup. I found my penlight and looked around. Big hail, some of them the size of a nickel. Crap. We were going to have some very unhappy campers before the night was out. I was certain of that.
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Long prelude, I know, but trust me, things get interesting in the next chapter. Thanks for reading, and as always, please vote if you enjoyed the story.