A voice in the bathroom whispered, “Oh fuck. Yeah, suck my cock Aly.”
Hearing my name used in such a disgusting way, I peaked in with my lantern.
Their lantern was also on, so I saw a nude body. Holding his erection, legs spread, was Ian.
“Oh shit.” Ian whispered. He froze for a second, with his slicked up penis in his hand.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whispered in anger, as I walked in.
The hand around his penis started slowly moving up and down. “What’s it look like?”
As his foreskin covered and uncovered his head, Ian let out a soft moan with a heavy sigh.
“Are you really masturbating right now?” I hissed. “Cut it out!”
Without missing a beat, he groaned, “feel free to leave. Unless you want to watch me jerk off.”
I rolled my eyes and started to turn away.
Ian moaned, “Fuck. You feel so good Aly.”
Hearing him made me sigh and turn back, “could you at least not use me for your… fantasies?”
Ian let out another moan. “Tell you what. I’ll stop.”
As he kept stroking, “Just show me those fat titties, while I cum.”
“What!?” I whispered in frustration.
His stroking slowed down.
“Come on. I promise I won’t touch you. And I also won’t tell anyone.”
There was no way I was exposing my breasts, I thought.
I felt my middle finger rubbing the collar of my tank top, while the shirt rubbed against my still erect nipples.
Then I stared at his wet member, biting my lip, as my finger started to slide down.
The top of a nipple caught the bottom of the collar, when I heard a voice call out.
“Aly? You out here baby?”
When I snapped out of it, I pulled up my shirt and ran out. “Jason?”
I sighed in relief.
“What’re you doing over here?” Jason asked.
The sink faucet turned on, then off. Ian walked out, wiping his hands on his swim trunks, “Thanks for waiting Aly. I couldn’t see shit in the dark.”
“Your lantern doesn’t work?” Erik asked, as we started to walk back to the camp.
Ian moved to the opposite side of me from Erik. He held up his lantern and responded, “Nah. I think the batteries are just dead. I have some at my tent. Luckily, Aly found me.”
I crossed my arms and felt intense body heat. I didn’t know if it was anger, shame, or arousal.
“If she didn’t see me, I would have had a hard time coming… ” Ian grinned. “… back to camp”
His words caused me to tense up and slip on some dirt.
Erik’s hands caught my arm and back, while Ian’s hands caught my other arm and a butt cheek.
I gasped, “Thanks” and walked briskly toward the camp.
Ella was putting a marshmallow on a stick, when I glomped into her arms.
She smelled my hair and kissed my head saying, “You smell nice, my puffy little marshmallow.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, “How many nicknames do you have for me?”
“Hundreds.” She smiled, before whispering, “Did you wash your cooter after you came?”
When I sneered at her, she had the biggest smirk. Without breaking eye contact, I just grabbed the marshmallow off her stick and shoved the whole thing in my mouth.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. Then she started giggling. She pointed at the white sugary saliva dripping down my lips and said out loud,
“Well, just make sure you swallow it. Guys love it when you swallow.”
Ella turned to the guys and yelled, “right boys!?”
Erik just smirked and walked toward me. Jason and Ian were hooting and hollering. Although Ian was sitting in his lounge chair, legs spread, similar to how he was in the bathroom. When I saw him stroking a bulge in his pants, I turned toward Erik and gave him a kiss on the lips.
As it started getting late, we began to wind down and pack up for the night.
After putting out the fire, we headed into our respective tents.
Erik and I both turned around to change into our nightwear. I usually sleep in a tank top and panties, so I dropped the skirt, thinking I was ready for bed. Forgetting I wasn’t wearing any panties, I had to scramble to find one and put it on before Erik turned around.
After I put on a pair of soft cotton panties, I turned around to see Erik adjusting his boxers.
Moonlight entered the window, so when he turned around we were both able to see each other.
As we crawled to each other, he whispered, “You are so beautiful, baby.”
We both laid back on top of our sleeping bags, as I pulled some blankets over us.
When I closed my eyes and cuddled with Erik, I heard a soft slurping sound and a low voice moaning. It seemed like the sounds were coming from Jason and Ella’s tent.
My eyes shot open, but refusing to look at Erik, I just pretended not to hear the noises.
Then I heard a plastic tearing sound, followed by spitting. A few seconds later, there was a moaning, similar to the ones Ella made when she joked about having sex with my brother.
Except, I knew she wasn’t joking. Ella and Jason were having sex.
Erik is a heavy sleeper, like I am, so I hoped he was already asleep.
When I moved my leg up his body to get more comfortable, I knew he wasn’t asleep, when I felt Erik’s erection.
From that point, all I could think about was one thing.
There’s a pair of shorts in our tent, with an unopened condom.
My hands caressed Erik’s chest, which caused him to turn to me and gave me a peck on the head. My hands moved down to his stomach, and I looked up to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. When I slid my hands under his boxers, to his pelvis, he let out a gasp.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, sending a heavy breath down my shirt.
“I… have no idea.”
I grabbed his warm, stiff manhood and slowly tugged on it.
Erik let out such an erotic moan, which seemed to echo, when Jason also moaned after.
While Erik wasn’t new to sexual acts, he knew I was a virgin and that I was waiting for marriage. It wasn’t a religious, or moral reason, I just didn’t want to be one of those teenage moms. I wasn’t exactly a saint though, on my 18th birthday, Erik taught me how to pleasure a man with my hands.
As I massaged my boyfriend’s penis, I could hear Ella’s moan along with Jason and Erik’s.
Hearing my BFF enjoying her boyfriend made me want to go further with mine.
Erik grabbed my hand to make it grip tighter, then began to move it faster and faster. His breathing was getting intense, as he used my hand to masturbate.
“Wait. Hold on.” I whispered and kissed his chest.
Erik immediately let go and asked, “Wha? What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing’s wrong.” I stuttered.
I crawled to the denim shorts, tucked away at the corner of the tent.
After I dug through the pockets, I found the condom and put it in my mouth, then crawled back.
“Where did you get that?” he asked, with the moonlight showing a look of shock.
I took the condom out of my mouth. “Does it matter?”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I hesitated, before tearing open the packet.
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “You seem pretty sure.”
Without saying anything, I pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it down his penis like we were taught with the banana in sex ed.
Then I sat up and looked out the window to the serene sight of the trees, taking deep breaths to slow my racing heart beat. What was I doing? Why am I doing this? I paused to wonder.