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and I made it to the center of the lake first where the guys
were riding in circles and screwing around. That was how the day
went. We raced around the lake, we drenched each other with waves,
we attempted to do tricks and failed. After lunch, I rode with Austin so
Reese and Kerry had their own Jet Ski. They surprised Aus and me by
killing us in a race to the center of the lake. Bitches.
❖
The third night we made s’mores. None of us really liked them,
but we were camping so we made them anyway. Actually, Carson liked
them, but he always ended up covered in melted marshmallow. Kerry
and Reese went to bed first. Carson drank so much we had to carry him
into his tent. Austin and Derek crashed soon after, leaving Ryan and me
alone by the fire.
“I think I’m going to bed too.” Ryan stood and stretched.
“I’m gonna stay out here for a while.”
“You want me to get you some more beer before I go?”
“I think I’m good.” Even with the massive amount of food I’d
eaten for dinner, I was tipsy. Drunk seemed like a bad idea. “You want
to turn off the lantern for me?”
“Sure.” Ryan turned it off and my eyes were temporarily stunned
from the darkness. “Hey.” He turned back. “What’s with you and
Reese?”
“What do you mean?” I fought to stay cool. If Ryan knew I
suddenly thought his sister was hot, he would kill me.
“I don’t know. You guys are being…” He stopped like he wasn’t
sure how to describe it. “…nice.”
“I don’t know. I guess we have a truce,” I said all casual.
“Cool.” He nodded his head. “Well, good night.”
“Yeah, good night.” I watched him unzip his tent and crawl inside.
I almost fell asleep sitting by the fire. My jacket was super warm
and the fire was putting off a lot of heat even though it was dying down.
I felt good.
A noise broke through the night. At first, I thought it might be
a bear, but then I heard it again. It was the sound of a tent moving.
I looked hard at all of ours. There was no movement. Then I heard
giggling. Someone was awake. A girl. No guy laughed like that. Voices
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started to carry to me, also girls. I couldn’t tell what they were saying.
I stopped trying to figure it out. It was kind of messed up to listen in on
someone else’s conversation.
A car drove by, some latecomer looking for their campsite. The
headlights washed over our campsite briefly. The voices stopped. I
should have gone to bed. I just knew my sleeping bag would be cold
and my chair was warm, so I stayed. Reese and her girlfriend would
probably go back to sleep.
The next noise was different. Distinct. Un-fucking-deniable. The
wet sucking sound of fingers buried in a cunt. Low moans emanated
from the tent, and it definitely started moving, rocking back and forth.
I was either in my worst nightmare or a seriously fucking wet dream.
Both, because I was getting really turned on and I couldn’t believe my
misfortune. A wet lapping joined the gentle cacophony. A fresh flood of
moisture soaked my boxer briefs. My clit was pounding. Demanding.
Something had to be done. I pressed my hand against my stomach,
edged up the elastic on my boxer briefs, and slid my hand in. I was so
fucking wet. I dipped down, drew moisture over my engorged tissues,
and started slow circles at the base of my clit.
The moaning got louder, interspersed with “baby” and “honey.”
Damn, I was so almost there. I circled faster, listening to the sound of
Reese’s voice. The beginnings of an orgasm curled around my spine,
through my stomach, my throbbing clit. My hips jerked of their own
accord. The car got close to our campsite again. I froze. Headlights
washed over everything, burning me, shining through the girls’ tent. For
a split second, I could see Reese’s perfect silhouette. She was kneeling
with her head hanging forward and strands of her hair covering her
face. The flash of light lasted long enough
were riding in circles and screwing around. That was how the day
went. We raced around the lake, we drenched each other with waves,
we attempted to do tricks and failed. After lunch, I rode with Austin so
Reese and Kerry had their own Jet Ski. They surprised Aus and me by
killing us in a race to the center of the lake. Bitches.
❖
The third night we made s’mores. None of us really liked them,
but we were camping so we made them anyway. Actually, Carson liked
them, but he always ended up covered in melted marshmallow. Kerry
and Reese went to bed first. Carson drank so much we had to carry him
into his tent. Austin and Derek crashed soon after, leaving Ryan and me
alone by the fire.
“I think I’m going to bed too.” Ryan stood and stretched.
“I’m gonna stay out here for a while.”
“You want me to get you some more beer before I go?”
“I think I’m good.” Even with the massive amount of food I’d
eaten for dinner, I was tipsy. Drunk seemed like a bad idea. “You want
to turn off the lantern for me?”
“Sure.” Ryan turned it off and my eyes were temporarily stunned
from the darkness. “Hey.” He turned back. “What’s with you and
Reese?”
“What do you mean?” I fought to stay cool. If Ryan knew I
suddenly thought his sister was hot, he would kill me.
“I don’t know. You guys are being…” He stopped like he wasn’t
sure how to describe it. “…nice.”
“I don’t know. I guess we have a truce,” I said all casual.
“Cool.” He nodded his head. “Well, good night.”
“Yeah, good night.” I watched him unzip his tent and crawl inside.
I almost fell asleep sitting by the fire. My jacket was super warm
and the fire was putting off a lot of heat even though it was dying down.
I felt good.
A noise broke through the night. At first, I thought it might be
a bear, but then I heard it again. It was the sound of a tent moving.
I looked hard at all of ours. There was no movement. Then I heard
giggling. Someone was awake. A girl. No guy laughed like that. Voices
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started to carry to me, also girls. I couldn’t tell what they were saying.
I stopped trying to figure it out. It was kind of messed up to listen in on
someone else’s conversation.
A car drove by, some latecomer looking for their campsite. The
headlights washed over our campsite briefly. The voices stopped. I
should have gone to bed. I just knew my sleeping bag would be cold
and my chair was warm, so I stayed. Reese and her girlfriend would
probably go back to sleep.
The next noise was different. Distinct. Un-fucking-deniable. The
wet sucking sound of fingers buried in a cunt. Low moans emanated
from the tent, and it definitely started moving, rocking back and forth.
I was either in my worst nightmare or a seriously fucking wet dream.
Both, because I was getting really turned on and I couldn’t believe my
misfortune. A wet lapping joined the gentle cacophony. A fresh flood of
moisture soaked my boxer briefs. My clit was pounding. Demanding.
Something had to be done. I pressed my hand against my stomach,
edged up the elastic on my boxer briefs, and slid my hand in. I was so
fucking wet. I dipped down, drew moisture over my engorged tissues,
and started slow circles at the base of my clit.
The moaning got louder, interspersed with “baby” and “honey.”
Damn, I was so almost there. I circled faster, listening to the sound of
Reese’s voice. The beginnings of an orgasm curled around my spine,
through my stomach, my throbbing clit. My hips jerked of their own
accord. The car got close to our campsite again. I froze. Headlights
washed over everything, burning me, shining through the girls’ tent. For
a split second, I could see Reese’s perfect silhouette. She was kneeling
with her head hanging forward and strands of her hair covering her
face. The flash of light lasted long enough
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