Camping With the Guys
The first chapter to this big messy group sex in the woods story.
“What do you mean you can’t make it?”
“I’m so sorry; it’s just that my mom isn’t feeling well, and she needs me at home this weekend. You’ll have so much fun, though! You should go; take pictures and tell me all about it when you get home.”
Fuck. Sarah was the second girl to call and cancel, which meant that if I was going camping it was going to be three boys and me. They were all friends, so it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world, but I had been looking forward to hanging out with the girls as well.
We were all on our way to college in the fall, and this was going to be our first big summer weekend away. We had more plans than we knew what to do with, but getting drunk, swimming in the lake, and hanging out by the campfire was first on our list. Well, clearly not everyone’s list.
“Sarah and Jess r out. Reschedule?” I texted them all at once. This was totally lame.
“We’re still in if u r,” Jason wrote back. The two others said the same thing, and suddenly I had a choice: camping with three boys or spending the weekend picking up the back yard and pretending I was looking for a summer job. Huh. I guess it wasn’t as hard as I expected.
“Fine, I’m in. Pick me up at 4.”
It was Friday afternoon, and there was no way I was going to tell my parents that half the people just canceled. They were already nervous about me being up on the lake all weekend, but if they knew I was the only girl, they would shit. Literally.
But here’s the thing. When it came to most guys, I’m just one of them, especially my old friends. And it was starting to drive me crazy. I have a sex drive I would tell them, and they’d laugh at me like it was a funny joke. But I was probably just as horny as they all were if not more so, and I could be a total slut when I tried. At least with boys who hadn’t known me since I was in eighth grade.
So, maybe nothing would come of it, and maybe it would be an innocent trip. But I also didn’t plan on bringing a bathing suit, and I definitely planned on swimming. In fact, the more I thought about it as I waited for the car, I was pretty damn determined to get them to look at me as something more than one of the guys. A girl would be a good place to start, but a hot piece of ass would be even better.
It was nearly dark by the time we parked the car by the water, but the spot was so familiar that it didn’t much matter. Mark and Jason got to work on the tents while Toby helped me find logs for the fire. The campsite was right on the water, and there was a small dock that had been there forever. It was my favorite spot to swim, and between that and the clean air, I was finally excited. The weekend was going to be perfect.
“Oh, poop!” Mark screamed behind us.
We jumped up from the fire pit and ran over to where they were standing. Jason was shaking his head laughing.
“What’s going on over here? Do I need to call your parents?”
“Shut up Toby. We forgot the poles to one of the tents. Do you want to go back and get them?”
“Well, how many tents to do we have?” I asked.
“One. It’s a four person tent, but still. Those guys fucking snore and…”
I cut Mark off before he could finish.
“And if you have to sleep in the same tent as a girl, you might get cooties?”
“More like he’s worried you’ll see his morning wood or catch him jerking it…”
“Shut up Jason. I’m just saying, I don’t want Steph to be uncomfortable. The deal was she was going to have her own tent since the other two couldn’t come. Now she’s stuck with us.”
The four of us stood staring at the one tent they had already set up, and I peeked my head in for a look. It was a decent size, but once we had all our sleeping bags and pillows stuffed into it, it was going to be cozy.
“I don’t mind, guys. Seriously. I mean, I feel worse for all of you, now that you have to sleep outside with the bugs. I can fit in here by myself.”
“That’s it, she gets the middle,” one of them shouted.
Since there was nothing to do, we opened the beer, started the fire, and sat down to watch the sunset over the lake. I had known these guys forever, so what the fuck? We were going to have fun, and nothing was going to stop us. We drank, ate the sandwiches I brought, and laughed our asses off for most of the night.
Toby refused to drink anything but whiskey from the bottle, while Mark and Jason did some severe damage to a case of Genny Cream Ales. The three boys knew each other so well that they finished each other’s sentences, and I felt more like I was in the Goonies than a cheesy summer camp movie.
“Do you guys things we should hang the food in a tree?” Mark asked in the middle of the evening.
“Why would we do that?” Toby said, with the bottle still in his hand.
“Um, bears? Hello, do you want bears trying to get into our tent while we’re up here? I brought some rope and a pulley, so if we want to tie it up, I think I can figure out how to do it so he can’t get to it.”
“He? Does he have a name yet too, Mark? Jesus, don’t be such a nerd. We have a car. Why don’t we just put it in the fucking trunk? I doubt a bear is going to pop the lock and climb in.”
“Whatever, I was just trying to be smart about it. But it’s your car, man.”
Our arguments and conversation got less comprehensible as the night went on and the booze disappeared; it was around one am that we finally crawled into the tent to crash. True to their word, they stuck me in the middle, but by that point, I didn’t care. My sleeping bag was warm, my pillow was soft, and I passed out in about three minutes.
Something outside woke me in the middle of the night and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I was feeling hot rather than comfy, and the air in the tent was starting to smell like a boy’s locker room. I crawled over to the front of the tent, unzipped it, and closed it behind me. I was just wearing a t-shirt and panties, but it was still warm out.
I wandered over to what was left of the fire and curled up with a blanket as I stared at the embers. I was lost in thought until I heard someone speak.
“Where did Steph go?” Jason whispered.
“She’s probably pissing in the woods,” Toby mumbled.
“You are so classy. I’m sure she just got tired of our snoring or something. Just go back to sleep.” Mark was always the sweetest of the three.
“Hey, Tob,” Jason whispered again. “Would you bang her? She’s kinda looking good these days.”
“Chief, I would do things to that girl that you can’t even imagine. I would make love to her in ways you don’t know exist, and when we were done, I’d fly her to Machu Picchu and fuck her again on the ancient ruins as we prayed to old Gods.”
“You are so fucking gay dude.”
“Yes, Jason. I’m gay because I want to have sex with a girl. And, I assume that since you asked the question, you would too? Maybe you’d take her to your parent’s cabin and buy her jewelry and champagne until her legs just opened?”
“You two are fucking disgusting. She’s our friend. She’s not, you know, like a slab of meat or something. She’s a woman, okay?”
“Mark, I’m sorry if we upset your delicate sensibilities. Why don’t you make her a hammock with your little rope and hoist her up in the trees to keep her away from bears.”
I got up at the point because I was either going to say something snarky or I was going to laugh. My friends were awesome. They were each crazier than the next, but aren’t we all? Plus, it was nice to know they all wanted a piece of me. Most of the time I felt more like a guy around them than anything else.
I headed down towards the dock without looking back. I had jumped off the thing so many times it was like an old friend. I used to come here with my family, and I played in the water all day. Then I started coming up with friends, and we swam all night. The lake was a second home, and it felt good to be back.
I stared out over the water for a while before pulling my shirt off over my head. I stepped out of my underwear and took a deep breath. If I stuck my foot in first, I would never do it.
I was silent as I dove into the lake without so much as a splash. It was warmer than I expected, and it felt perfect on my naked body. The moon was shining through the clouds as I swam out, and I could just barely see the fire burning on the shore. I floated on my back, stared up at the stars, and I nearly lost myself until I heard a loud splash by the dock.
I saw a head bobbing in the water, but I was too far out to tell who it was. I started swimming back, but I took my time.
“Who is that?” I whispered as loudly as I could.
“Toby,” came the response. “Who is that?”
“Oh, hi Steph. I thought it might be you.”
He met me halfway out, and I splashed him as he struggled to tread water.
“How did you know I was out here?” I asked when we both calmed down.
“The t-shirt and the panties were a good hint,” he replied. “Wait, you are naked, right? ’Cause I’d feel pretty silly if I was the only one skinny dipping.”
“There’s no other way to swim,” I said before diving down below the water into the warm darkness.
We swam back to the dock, but we were quiet. Toby was in pretty decent shape, but I was surprised that he knew how to swim at all. I’d never seen him without a hat on, let alone naked in the water. He was a fucking hipster, and skinny dipping didn’t seem to fit with his persona.
“Are you naked too?” I asked him as we held onto the edge of the dock.
“Of course. As you said, it’s the only way to swim.”
I put my elbows behind me on the wood and lifted myself out of the water without thinking. I squealed just a bit when I felt the chilly air on my breasts, and I laughed as I dropped back down.
“Well, you definitely are,” he said quietly as he moved closer to me.
“And you?” I asked as grabbed him and pulled him in. I could feel his skin beneath the water, but as soon as his body bumped into mine, I could tell that he was both naked and happy.
“Oh,” I said quietly. “You are naked. And happy to see me.”
He blushed in the darkness, and he pushed back out into the water. Poor thing was probably embarrassed.
“Toby, come here,” I whispered at him. He looked back with a raised eyebrow, but he swam up next to me and rested his arm against the wood, careful not to bump into me again.
“So,” I said, leaning closer to him. “Would you really fuck me in the ruins of Machu Picchu?”
This time he didn’t pull away when I reached out. In fact, he moved in front of me, pushing me back against the dock and brushing my hair out of my eyes.
“Machu Picchu, a hot air balloon, an overnight train, a Parisian brothel, I’d fuck you anywhere, Steph.”
He was suddenly between my legs, and if I thought he was hard before, I didn’t know the meaning of the word. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“How about in the lake, under a full moon, on a summer camping trip?”
He kissed me before I could finish, and I felt him rubbing against me. There was no time for foreplay and no time to make decisions. I kissed him back and opened my legs wider as I tried to move my hips the right way. If he wanted to finally treat me like a girl, I wasn’t going to stop him. He kissed my neck as he thrust up, and somehow he was inside me as I moaned into the night sky.
He moved slowly, and I wrapped my legs tightly around him. One hand found my breasts, and he was surprisingly gentle. For all his talk of fucking me the world over, he moved with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. He kissed me and held me as he moved his hips, and I’m almost embarrassed to say that I was close to coming within minutes.
“Toby, would you fuck me on a sailboat?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he moaned, thrusting hard against me.
“How about on a subway?”
He grunted again and moved faster.
“In a dive bar, or the backseat of a Chevy?”
“I’d fuck you anywhere,” he grunted, and I was closer to coming with each answer. I wanted to make him come so hard he drowned, so I asked him one more question that was sure to push him over the edge.
“How about in the ass, Toby? Would you fuck me in the ass?”
All I heard was yes over and over again as his body shook and his cock starting to pulse. I crossed my ankles behind his back and pulled him deep inside me, clenching my muscles around him.
I came so hard I saw stars. More stars, I mean.
I threw my head back and as he kept spurting, and I kept on coming. I thought it might never end, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to. He never got soft, and for a while, I thought he might fuck me again. It was only when I untangled my legs that he slid out of me and held onto the dock with both hands. I turned around next to him and rested my elbows on the wet surface as I tried to catch my breath.
“I should probably go back first,” he whispered.
“Okay,” was all I could say.