Camping with my crush… and her boyfriend - [M46/F46] [tease] [slow burn] [sexual tension] [

I sit in my folding chair by the fire. I have a roasting stick in my hand but I’m not cooking anything up. I just poke at the coals beneath the flames. I can’t help but pout a little. I only agreed to come along when I heard you would be there. Well, you are here but so is he, and he has is arm around you. He looks very pleased with himself. His smug smile wants to make me puke.

Yea I’m staring. For some reason I can’t help it. Jealousy? You could call it that. I mean look at you. Your hair is a wild mane from the moist air of the night. The moon plays off of your curls and tangles. God I would love to tangle my fingers in your hair. Your skin, so soft and inviting. Your cheeks are pink from the heat of the fire, and the flames give your skin a glow that is a heavenly hue. Then there are your eyes. Your green eyes. The flames flicker in them like they are dancing to your thoughts. I wonder if the flames in your eyes are for him? I swear I remember them a deeper green. Usually when we talk they seem, I don’t know, more vivid. Yet they still have an amazing story to tell. I stare into your eyes as you look down at the hand you hold on your lap. With out warning you look up and by accident our eyes meet. Normally I would look away embarrassed but I was to captivated to look away. But you don’t look away either. Seconds tick by and you hold my gaze. Your telling me something but I am to dumb to understand. My hand instinctively crosses over my leg as your look stirs me. I know that no one would notice my shorts getting tighter, but still.

When I got here I asked around where you had your tent. I was hoping that maybe I could have mine next to yours. The answer I got put a wrench in my plan as your best friend told me you didn’t bring one. You didn’t need it as you were sharing Tanners tent. I decided having my tent next to yours might be a mistake so I pitched it at the end of the row.

I have to change my thoughts. The firewood is getting low. I stand up and straighten my shorts forgetting that I had a little bulge still from your stare. I turn quickly and walk up to take the axe in hand. We probably don’t need to chop any more wood but I just feel the urge to hit something. I take the handle and I set a round up on top of another before setting both hands on the handle. I lift the axe back over my head and my tshirt tightens over my chest. I bring down the head of the axe with force splitting the round in two with one swing. Damn that felt good. I reset the half round and lift the axe again. I look back to the fire and you are watching me. Your leaning over in your chair watching me.

My heart is beating out of control. I’m not sure if it’s from the axe swinging or from you watching me. I feel myself start to sweat and it trickles down my bare forehead. I grab at the bottom of my shirt and lift it up to wipe my brow. Without realizing it I show off my stomach and chest as my shirt rises up to dry me off. When I lower my shirt, your eyes are wide open and not wavering. I feel myself start to blush over your attention. But I’m not the only one that noticed. Tanner reaches for your shoulder with his arm he has around you. He pulls you back into his grasp and his arm drapes over you allowing his forearm to rest between your breasts. Your perky, perfect sized breasts. Ok, now I’m staring.

You allow yourself to be nestled into him but something about your body language says your not comfortable. At one point it looks as though you push your elbow into his ribs. Tanner is deep in conversation with the rest of those sitting around the fire but you sit speechless. And after a while you stare at your hand as it seems to be the most interesting thing around to you.

I take my seat by the fire and you look up at me. I try to think of something to say but only a cheesy smile comes of my lips. You smile and chuckle a little before going back to studying your hand.

The topic of the group starts to change as the alcohol starts to settle among the group. Guys are talking of the prizes they have earned when it comes to women they have shagged. When Tanner joins in the conversation you start to squirm under his grasp. When he moves away from talking about the other woman he has been with, he mentions your name. Your face turns red. My heart aches for you.

“Do you guys think it’s going to rain?” I yelp out to the group. All eyes turn to me for only a second before the conversation goes back to you. You wrap your arms around your chest holding yourself tight and finally your feet get the best of you and you stand up and walk away from the fire moving down towards the lake. You didn’t have your usual sway as you walked away. The sway that has hypnotized me more than once. Instead it’s a jarring stomp that carries you away. As though nature feels your mood, a clap of thunder sounds in the distance.

Now I look at my own hand as my heart struggles with what I just saw. I grab the arms if the chair and start to stand but Tanner beats me to his feet and he follows the path you took. I know it’s not my place to watch but I don’t dare turn away as I sit back down. I consider interrupting you two but when he puts his hand on your shoulder, you shrug his hand off with anger and some loud words are shared. You storm away and he returns to the fire.

Now I know the weather is feeding off of you as it begins to rain. I feel the drops on my bare head and see spotting on my glasses. A wind passed by the fire, pushing the smoke into my face. I rub my eyes but when I look back to where you were, you are gone.

The group disperses to their tents to get out of the weather. But I am not about to let you stay out in the rain alone. I get to my feet and as I walk towards the direction you went, I grab my hoodie I discarded do to the heat of the fire.

I walk through the dark as the path works it’s way down to the lake. It’s dark under the canopy of trees as night has taken over. The rain comes and goes, the wind blows the raindrops off the leaves. I can feel myself becoming chilled as my thin shirt soaks it up. I think about my sweatshirt in my hand but it’s out of the question. I know you will needed it more.

My eyes become acquainted with the dark and I can move a little faster as I avoid a branch here, a root there. “Nikki?” I call out. “Nikki where did you go.” I listen for a response but don’t hear one so I continue down the path.

Finally the trail breaks out of the trees and opens up onto the lake. There’s a dock that stretches out into the water and there you stand. The moon has poked through the rain clouds and a ray of light illuminates the spot that you stand. It is as though the moon only has eyes for you as the rest of the lake is cast into darkness and the rain pelts at it’s surface.

I pick up my pace as I reach the dock and make my way to you. You stand with your arms crossed and your back to me. Your lions mane is now slicked down your back by the rain that just passed us by. Your arms are crossed tight against your chest and you stare out into the blackness of the lake.

“Nikki.” I reach my hand out and my fingers just touch your arm. You react instinctively pulling your arm away from me. Your arms are covered in goosebumps. I felt them before I saw them. Your shivering in the cold. “Nikki, it’s me.” I say as I move to your side. Water drips from your cheeks and chin cascading to the vast lake beneath us. I can’t tell if it’s rain drops or tears that wet your smooth skin but when I try to determine which one it is you turn your head to the side hiding those green eyes from me. Your hair falls from your shoulder and obscures your face from me.

I use the back of my fingers to move the loose strands to behind your ear and I lean over to try and see you. “Nikki, are you ok?” Finally you give in. Maybe you know I won’t go away or maybe you want me to know, but you finally look up at me. They are tears and they stream down from your eyes. Redness has joined the green in them from crying. Instinctively my hands grab your cheeks and my thumbs push away the tears that just fell. I feel as though your tears are now in my eyes as I feel your sorrow. A second is all that you let me look into your soul before you drop your head into my chest. My hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, my other hand still holding your cheek.

I take a deep breath in to regain my composure. My senses are awakened by the smell of the rain and your perfume. Ralph Lauren. I recognize it because it’s the perfume I bought you years ago as a Christmas gift. I guess I have never been close enough to realize you have worn it. My heart jumps into my throat at the mixed emotions I feel.

After a moment of soaking your tears into my already soaked shirt, you step back and try to dry your eyes with you wet arm. You take a deep breath in. Your Harry Potter tee clings to your form as you do. Your curves are no longer hidden by its loose fit. I hope you don’t catch me staring as my eyes take you in. Your breasts are perky under your shirt, your nipples hard from the cold. Your torn tight jeans are soaked and revealing the outline of black lace underneath. Even your white sneakers are drenched. If I didn’t know better I would have thought you fell in the lake.

I shake my head to stop staring at you. “Your freezing!” I wrestle with the hoodie in my hand as I find the bottom of it. Without asking permission I hold it over your head. You don’t resist me and you lift your arms up and find the sleeves inside. I help you pull it down over your accentuated curves. My hand accidentally brushing over one of your hardened nipples. But it’s finally on you and you stick your hands in the pocket. I lift the hood over your head trapping your hair underneath it. I make sure it’s pulled all the way up before I place my hands onto your shoulders to try and rub warmth back into them.

“Im so embarrassed!” You accentuate the last word with a stomp of your foot. “Why would he say those things to everybody!” Tears gush from your green eyes and you turn away again. I wrap my arms around your waist and pull you into me. My hands slide in the sweatshirt pocket with yours. I try to find the words to say but I can’t think of a thing. So I just hold you.

I have wanted to hold you for so long but not like this. Not when your are hurting. “I’m sorry” I lower my chin onto your shoulder when I say it. You lean your head against mine.

“Your not the one who should apologize for anything” moments pass by as the rain starts up again. Neither of us care to move. We just stand there staring into the blackness. Your hands start to move in the pocket and your fingers find mine. You intwine them with mine before squeezing my hands.

“I’m here if you wanna talk” I offer. You squeeze my hand a little harder but no words are shared. I’m not sure any words needed to be. So we stood there with you in my embrace. I could feel the warmth of your back as you began to find warmth in the hoodie. I wonder if you can feel mine.

I don’t know how long it was but the moment is broken when we hear voices reaching the lake. The sound of drunk frats is what I heard. You pull away and we both turn to look. storming down the dock is Tanner and a few of his friends and girlfriends.

“Come back to the fire Nikki, it’s freezing out here!” He stumbles up to you and grabs your arm and begins to pull you away. You look into my eyes for a moment but then it’s broken as he pulls you into his body.

“Let go of her!” I try to sound tough and demanding. I don’t know if it came across that way. He looks at me and I feel so small to his physique. He pushes you towards his friends before stepping hard to me. He puffs up his chest. Then, without warning his hands are against my chest and I’m falling backwards. The next thing I feel is the water breaking my fall and then I am submerged into its black freezing abyss. My breath is knocked from my lungs and I swallow the murky water. When I finally break the surface and cough, I watch as he nearly pulls you up the trail.

I climb out of the water and struggle onto the dock. My fingers sting from the cold and my whole body shakes. I look to the trail but everyone is gone. I’m angry! How dare he push me into the lake! How dare he lay a hand on you! I want to storm up the trail and reek havoc upon him and his friends but when I get up on the dock, it takes everything I have to just stand to my feet.

I start the walk back to the campsites. My shoes squish with every step. My teeth chatter and my arms shake as I clutch them in front of me. I fumble through the dark. I stumble once or twice on roots in the trail. Now I’m wet and dirty as I arrive back at camp. I need to get close to the fire but when I get near, I see him there with the group and he has you nearly pinned in your seat as he drapes himself upon your shoulders.

I opt out of the fire and turn towards my tent. I’m not sure anyone noticed me, but if they did, no one made an effort on my behalf. I stand at my tents entrance. I’m still dripping wet. I pull my tshirt over my head. It’s a struggle as it wants to cling to my body as I pull it off. But finally it’s off. I drape it over the picnic table and sit on the bench to remove my soggy wet shoes. I’m kicking myself for not bringing a second pair. Then my socks come off. I wring them out and watch the lake water puddle upon the already rain soaked ground. I dangle them over the edge before I stand to pull down my shorts. They fall to the dirt with a thud as the wetness weighs them down.

I stand in the dark in just my underwear convulsing in the cold night air. My numb fingers fumble at the zipper on the tent. When I am able to get in I fumble through my bag for the towel I am so thankful I brought. I pull off my underwear and discard them in the corner of the tent. I kneel on my knees as I wrap the towel around my soaking wet nakedness. I rub the towel over my head and face, then towel dry my chest. I can feel my nipples through the fabric of the towel as they are stone hard. I reach behind me and pull the towel around to dry my back, my ass, and my legs. Then I dry my core. My balls cling tight to my body from the cold. Being so small from the cold adds insult to the already bad experience of the night.

Once dry, I toss the towel aside and crawl into my sleeping bag. I long for the warmth that it will bring me but the lack of my own personal body heat leaves me shivering still. I lay on my side and bring my knees to my chest as I lay naked. I probably should have dressed but all I could think about was getting warm in my sleeping bag. Damn, I am so cold. I wish I had my hoodie!

I listen to the laughter around the fire. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Except me of course. I wonder what is going through your mind as you sit with him. I’m throwing myself my own pity party at the thought of you making amends with him. Going back to his tent with him, crawling into the same sleeping bag together. His muscular body wrapping himself around you as you cuddle into his warmth.

My thoughts seem to make me colder and I can’t find sleep. I dig through my bag and layer all my clean clothes over the top of the sleeping bag to add any warmth they can to me. But still I shiver. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the thought of you with him.

After a while the voices all disappear. The glimmer of light from the fire goes out and I am still far from being able to sleep. If only I could stop thinking of you Nikki!

I almost shiver myself to sleep when I hear footsteps. They get louder. Someone is nearing my tent. My ears are on full alert as they approach. I see the swinging of a flashlight now, it’s nearing the door to my tent. I start to sit up in my sleeping bag startled by someone outside. If this was another hazing to be had!

Someone kneels at the door of the tent. I hear the zipper being pulled. Without thinking I push myself back in the tent as I cling my sleeping bag to my chest with one hand. The door is opened and out of the dark someone climbs into the tent with me. My heart is pounding so loud it’s all I can hear! “Who’s there?”

A thud is heard next to me as the person tosses a big bag next to where I sit. “Shh!” A hand covers my mouth to prevent me from making another sound. The smell of smoke fills my nose, but another familiar smell hits me too. I pull down the hand that covers my mouth. “Nikki!” I try to whisper but it comes out louder than I thought it would. Your hand is quickly back up to my mouth.

“Hide me!”

Pt.

I pull your hand down to whisper, “Hide you? We are in a tent!” I stare through the dark to try and understand what’s going on but my slumber has me all confused. You are scrambling around me. Your knee lands between my legs and when you spin around I take your knee to the groin! “Ouch!”

I watch you in the dark as you look from one side to the other, then your quickly pulling at the open end of the sleeping bag. You know, the part I’m in. Next thing I know your feet are in my bag, covering it with mud I’m sure. Then you pull your whole self into the sleeping bag. It’s a tight fit and your back is pushed against me as we lay unexpectedly in the bag together. You pull your hands in and pull it over our heads. When you do, your hand brushes against my shrunken manhood. Your head spins towards me. “Are you fucking naked!”

My face turns red as we hide in the sleeping bag. Your intrusion has me flustered and embarrassed, but your body heat is very welcome. You keep wiggling trying to get deeper in the bag. Each time you do, your ass presses against me in a sensitive spot. I feel him start to grow. “Not now!” I reprimand myself in my own head. I just pray you don’t notice me growing hard against your ass.

Suddenly we hear noise outside. It’s Tanner’s voice that yells out to you. He is waking up the other campers in his anger. He yells for you to get your ass back to his tent. He starts to head the opposite way as he is shining a spotlight into the woods. “This isn’t going to work!” You throw the sleeping bag off of us and you jump out kneeing me in the balls again! You make your way to the door and unzip it. You start to exit then look back at me. You grab my hand and pull me out with you.

“Wait!” I yell quietly. I grab at anything I can as you have me sprawling out of my bag. In seconds we are running through the woods breaking through the branches as we head the opposite way from Tanner. It seems like we run for hours but it must have only been a few minutes. “Stop! Please!”

You look over your shoulder at me, then stop suddenly and stare at me dumbfounded. “Why are you naked?!” Your eyes go up and down me but spend more time down.

“I’m cold ok!?!” I try to hide my nakedness with what I was able to grab. My pillow! I hold it in front of my center and finally your eyes look back up to me before you look away to give me a little privacy.

I watch as you find a log to sit on while I stand in one place feeling the cold draft of the night. The rain captured by the trees falls and hits my nakedness. Each one a shock to the system. I am freezing cold again. “Nikki, are you ok?”

You stand up and come at me fast and I flinch back a little. You are fuming mad. “I can’t believe that arrogant bastard! He doesn’t own me! The things he said about me to his friends, the way he pulled me around!” You are pacing the forest under your feet as you let it out.

“Don’t forget pushing me in the lake!” You stop your pacing for a second and look at me. I think it’s the first time you take in my situation. My body has become wet again from the drops from the trees. My lips must be blue from the cold, and once again your eyes are staring at my nakedness. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I say with as much of a smile as I can.

“I just had to get away from him. I didn’t know where else to run to. So I went to you.” Your eyes fill with tears and you move towards tossing your arms over my shoulders and start to cry. I put my arm around your waist, the pillow stuck between us. Instinctively my second hand lets go of the pillow and it moves to the back of your head to comfort you. And that’s when I started to feel the draft when the pillow falls to the forest floor.

Pt.

We here a voices from the direction that we just came from. I look over my shoulder and listen intently. I hear Tanners voice and he’s not alone. They are moving through the brush we just broke through. Any minute they will stumble across you and me… me naked.

“On my tent in my soggy shoes are my truck keys. Take it and meet me down the road about a half mile or so. I will stall them to give you time.” You look at me and before I can try and convince you to go, you are out of my arms and making your way around to head back to camp.

I turn just as Tanner and his posse steps through into the clearing I stand in. I stand there completely exposed to the eyes of all that have gathered.

“What the hell! What’s the matter with you!” Tanner looks at me and I feel extremely exposed. “Where is Nikki!?”

I try to think quickly. “How am I suppose to know. I was asleep and woke up and had to pee. I thought she was with you?” Still being stared at I place my hand in front of my cold penis.

He holds out your bag that you tossed into my tent. “She was in your tent you lying idiot!” He looks around the clearing as his friends hold their ground. A couple of the girls with their eyes staring me down. Failing to find her you step up in my face. “If you touched her!”

I don’t know if it was my anger at Tanner or being stared at fully exposed but I find some courage. “She doesn’t want anything to do with you Tanner. Your an Ass and she is amazing. She deserves more than you could ever give her!”

Upset at my words, Tanner swings the backpack at me. I grab onto it as the force knocks me off my feet. I feel myself losing the battle with gravity and an unpleasant splat breaks my fall. Cold wet mud oozes around my nakedness. I can feel it’s cold slime spread into places I don’t want it to be. I lift my head off the forest floor just as a fist comes down to meet my eye. The impact brings sparkling colors to my vision and then I don’t see anything more.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I come to, I’m alone again and covered in gooey mud. But in my hand I managed to keep a hold of your backpack. I find myself wondering if you had enough time to make it back to camp.

I stand up and try to brush the mud off my body but it’s pointless. It just clings to me. I toss your backpack over my shoulder and I begin to hike towards the road. I just hope that it will start raining to wash this mud off of me.

Each step I take is painful as my bare feet pick up thorns and step on broken branches. But I keep walking. I know I have to get to the road before they figure out my truck is gone and go looking for it. If he’s smart enough to think that way. So I walk and the sky clears up. Not a drop of rain in sight. Just my luck.

I make it to the road but your not there. I step into the pavement and look both ways. Do I head back to camp and face everyone again? Maybe you passed by and kept going. I could head into town… naked!” I toss an imaginary coin and decide to look for you further down the road. So I head towards town. After a mile or so. I feel the cold getting to my joints. I’m frozen to my core and the mud is drying to my skin in fractured cakes.

I see a pull off at the boat ramp. I look to the parking lot and I’m ecstatic when I see my truck. I pick up the pace and make my way to where you parked. I get to the driver side and knock on the window and it gives you a start. You almost fly out of your seat. You look over at me and a look of relief settles into you. You roll down the window. “What happened to your eye!”

I lift my fingers up and feel my eye. I can feel it swelling and the heat that it’s letting off. “I don’t think Tanner likes me much.” Your sitting behind the wheel of my truck and I can’t help but smile. You look good in that spot. It seems right.

“So, can I have my clothes?” You look down and look at me intently. “Why are you covered in mud?! Oh my backpack!” You reach out and I take the bag off my shoulder. “I was afraid Tanner took it.”

“He did but I managed to rescue it before my trip into the mud.” You put the bag on your lap and smile. “So, my clothes?”

Your eyes get really wide. “You didn’t grab me any clothes did you?” A smile creeps across your lips. “Nikki!”

I turn around and start to walk away towards the lane. I hear the truck door shut as I walk away. “Hey, stop. I’m sorry I didn’t grab your clothes. Where are you going?”

I look over my shoulder and I see that you are following me. I can’t help but feel like your staring at my mud incrusted butt. “I’m gonna drown myself in the lake!”

I walk down the boat ramp and walk into the freezing water. I walk till I can’t get any deeper. You stop at the edge of the lake and I’m sure you have confirmed in your head that I’m crazy. I scrub the mud off my body and my sensitive areas. Before I start to get out of the water. Once again you watch me exit. Your eyes are on my manhood. “It shrinks when it’s cold!”

I walk past you dripping wet. I feel the cold in my bones and all I want is to get warm. You turn and watch me as I go past. I’m not waiting for you as all I can think about is getting warm.

I get in the truck on the passenger side and you jump in the drivers seat. I grab at the only thing in the truck, your backpack and I put it over my lap. I stare at you as you stare at me. “Could you turn the heater on?” You laugh as you turn the truck on.

I look at you in my hoodie all warm and cozy. Yet I’m sitting here naked and freezing. You do look rather cute in it and it is a chilly night. Yet I’m the one dripping wet and about to have hypothermia. “Could I have my sweatshirt” you look over at me again and giggle. You put the truck in drive and we start down the road. “So is that a no?”

We head down the road a ways without another word shared between us. I don’t know what it is but I’m starting to get more comfortable being naked around you. Even if you have a bad habit of staring at my manhood. I rub my hands together in front of the vent as we travel on. “So, we are hours away from civilization and we have both had no sleep. What’s your plan? Where are we going?”

There’s no answer as you stare at the road in front of you. We keep driving and your weariness starts to take over. A few times you jerk the wheel hard as your eyes start to close on you. “Hey!” I startle you back awake. “Maybe we should stop and get some rest.”

You pull over after a few more miles on a wide shoulder. You turn off the truck and turn in your seat to look at me. This time your concentrated upon my eyes. “Why did you do that for me?”

I clutch the backpack against my body and look away feeling shy all the sudden. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I lie. I’m pretty sure I know what you mean but how does one answer that. I like you. No, that’s not the right word. I’m infatuated by you. When I see you all is right in the world. I’d lay down my life just to be able to be near you. So how do I answer that?

You pause for a moment before answering. You reach across the truck and your hands take each side of my face. You look at my swelling eye carefully before speaking. “Why did you stand up to Tanner for me? Naked none the less.”

I look up and your eyes are searching mine. You don’t let go of my face but hold me to looking at you. Your waiting for an answer and I have never felt this naked before. And that comes from someone who just stood naked in front of a group in the middle of the woods. “I… think I….” I try to look down but you fight me and keep my eyes on yours. “I think I am in love with you.” I close my eyes hard not wanting to see how your eyes react. But there is only a long pause of silence.

Suddenly there is a sensation upon my lips. A tingling sensation as blood fills them at the touch, the touch of your lips. You kiss me. Your kissing me!!! Your hand moves from my cheek to the back of my neck. Your lips dance with mine. I forget all the woes in the world as for this second all is right! For you kiss me.

Finally our lips part even though mine still pucker wanting more. Only then do I open my eyes. You are smiling at me and your eyes twinkle. “That is one way to show you like me.”

You crawl over the seat and sprawl out on the bench. I watch as you make yourself comfortable for a nights sleep. I start to curl up in the passenger seat when I hear your voice from the back. “You better come lay with me before you catch pneumonia!” I look to the back and your arms are held out inviting me to join you. I crawl over as gracefully as a naked man can and I lay my back to you. Your arms wrap around my nakedness as we become comfortable together. You whisper in my ear. “It’s just because it’s cold right?!”

“So do I get my hoodie back?”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”