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think that the art in these tents should be all about bringing nature in. Imagine above the headboard…” She flipped onto her back and I watched her lips move. “Wildflowers… can name tents… no numbers… are you listening to me?”
    “Name tents after flowers.” Hopefully, that was what she was saying. I think I was close enough as she smiled. I am so screwed. I knew it for sure as I pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth tasted sweet with a hint of the apple slices she had been nibbling on before we quickly ran for shelter.
    My brain told me to pull away. My body told me it wanted more as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her fingers grabbed my hat, tossing it. With an arm around her, I ran my hand down her back, over her nice ass and lifted her leg to get closer. She moved right with me, winding her leg over mine. I couldn’t help myself, I pushed my painfully hard cock shamelessly up against her. We both moaned kissing and grinding into each other. It was the best dry humping, make-out session I had ever experienced.
    A loud crash had us both jumping apart. Taking our break as a sign, I moved onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I rambled about how we picked tents that had high peaks so water wouldn’t collect and collapse the structures. We didn’t want them collapsing on our guests. I couldn’t stop my chatter. It wasn’t what I wanted to be doing right at that moment, but we barely knew each other. I couldn’t just throw myself on her… could I? I prayed she would stop me with her lips… her body. Instead it was laughter and her own rambling, we were quite a pair.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    Jade
    “I have a confession.” I had to giggle at the look on his face.
    “You do, do you?” He looked like he was afraid to hear what I had to say.
    “I love thunder and lightning. I think it’s magnificent. Thrilling! Most kids get scared and run and hide in their parents’ room. Not me, I would hop up from my bed and rush to the window to watch the show.”
    “Tornado skies, those are impressive. There was amazing thunder and lightning during the one I saw. The sky was wicked and wild. I had never seen a purple sky, deep purple and then with each flash of light it varied in shades all the way to a pale lavender, almost white. Spectacular! I refused to go to bed. Sat by the basement window for hours. I couldn’t be pulled away.”
    “Where were you to see a tornado… Kansas, Dorothy?”
    “As a matter of fact, yes. And I believe the name Toto may suit me better than Dorothy.” We both laughed.
    “A dog, huh?” I asked once I regained enough composure to speak.
    “I look better in fur than a blue and white checked dress, and I’m not wild about red shoes… well, not sparkly ones.” I watched his eyes look down my legs.
    “You like my red boots, do you?”
    “Yes, I visualize you in them and nothing else…”
    “You do? Did you want me to put them back on?”
    “Sorry,” he mumbled. I bet he was thinking that he shouldn’t have said that. True or not, he changed the subject. “Sorry about putting you with the guys.”
    I laughed at him and shook my head. I knew what he was doing, back pedaling as fast as he could. It was probably obvious that I was playing along by the sexy smirk on my face. “I don’t mind. They’re better than girls I’ve roomed with. You know what, girls can be real pigs, and I mean with a capital p-i-g. I hosted girl surf trips in exotic locales for my grandpa since I turned eighteen until a few years ago.”
    “Well, at least you didn’t have to listen to their guy talk.”
    “Ha! Your guys… most guys are mild. Girls are graphic down to every vein on a penis or for some of the girls on the trip, vaginas. I learned more about my own anatomy than I needed to know. Plus I got a bird’s eye view demonstration walking in on a couple of girls once.”
    “I got one of those a few years back with a couple of ranch hands. I learned to avoid showering in the