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Camping on Nude Day

By: BuckyDuckman



Author's Note: A huge THANK YOU for the beta read and editing performed by patientlee. Any mistakes you find belong to me, not her. (We should all wish to be as kind as her.) This is my Nude Day 2014 Contest Submission. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Now, on with the story:

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You're sort of boring in bed . . .

Claire's words haunted Jared. Her words still carried the sting of a straight shot poured down a raw throat. The slap in the face came next, Can we still be friends? He closed the Excel document open on his computer, unable to work while being haunted. Instead, he opened a first-person shooter game and began blowing away Nazis or zombies or zombie Nazis with Russian accents and dildo bats as weapons. He didn't care. An hour of mind-numbing carnage would drown out Claire's echoes and memories of what might have been.

His apartment had grown as dark as his heart when he pushed away from his computer. Jared groaned. How many hours were wasted to the sounds of gunfire and splatters of blood-colored pixels in an effort to block out Claire's voice? Shouldn't he have a group of similarly aged friends living as a group in an across-the-hall apartment, ready to console him with witty banter? Oh yeah, he didn't live in a sitcom with impossibly pretty friends who could ease him through real-life pain in twenty-four minutes.

Predictable had been the word she had used. Predictability in bed made him boring. 

Jared went into the kitchen. He sautéed mushrooms in a wine sauce and built a burger finer than any sitcom's faux restaurant. Jared enjoyed cooking for the same reasons he enjoyed programming or building spreadsheets. Cooking had understandable rules, methods and systems for success. Like a good computer program, remove one element and a meal lost its magic. Jared programmed the same way. Good code created magic one argument at a time. Too bad relationships didn't work the same way.

Jared scooped his burger from the frying pan to its honey-wheat bun. Claire had thought the magic to his burgers came from pan frying instead of grilling. She came closer when she guessed it was how he sautéed mushrooms. Jared knew the secret had always been the unexpected sweetness from the honey-wheat bun.

You're sort of boring in bed . . .

"Bitch," he told his plate before taking the bite that always tasted best, the first one.

Can we still be friends?

"Fucking bitch," he mumbled around a mouthful of burger. Claire's ghost couldn't subtract from the mix of flavors on his palate. The delighting flavors of sweet and tang worked best when combined with aroma and appearance. He took another bite, felt the dribble of juice slipping down his chin and knew why he was sort of boring in bed. He approached sex the same way, his way. He methodically combined magical elements until magic became mundane. The last bite was never as good as the first. Moving on had been easier in high school and college where a steady flow of new people lurked on the edges of life. Using home as a workplace limited the possibilities of meeting someone new. Jared analyzed his dilemma and studied his options. Like a sitcom, real life was filled with guest stars, too. He had options. Real life included the pretty blonde-haired cashier at the organic market who always ogled his basketful of selections. Real life included a professional network of other programmers, both distant and nearby. Hooking up wasn't his problem.

You're sort of boring in bed . . .

"Bitch."

She had said he lacked imagination. Claire's critique rode his empty plate into the sink. Dish washing was always done from left to right. The far left half of the sink was filled with soapy water and the far right side was for rinsing. It was predictable. Repetitious. Jared filled the right side of the sink with soapy water. Did it matter? Did the dish care? If it was sentient would it appreciate the change? He moved the sponge counterclockwise and asked the dish, "Does that feel better?"

Working opposite felt different to him. As far as he could tell, it felt the same to the dish. Working right to left or left to right gave the same results: clean dishes. His system always gave Claire orgasms, multiple orgasms. Ten months ago she had said, You make me feel good in places I didn't know I had. Now? He chased away the words before they echoed again.

Jared attributed his programming skill to the judicious application of epiphany. Solving programming problems by following one's education felt like blindly following GPS instructions between Point A and Point B. GPS could provide the fastest route, but fastest wasn't always best. Elegant solutions included a slightly longer route through the park after an especially stressful part filled with congestion. GPS didn't measure stress, but drivers did.

Thin without being skinny, Jared believed his physical appearance had met Claire's taste, or she would have never dated him in the first place. He was confident Claire preferred his brown eyes from the number of times she had comment on how big and dewy they looked. She had once told him, "You have near perfect bedroom eyes." 

Jared was too intelligent for wasting energy worrying about the length and girth of his manhood. Like an absolute number, it was an unchangeable element of the equation. His prick was slightly longer than average for Caucasians, and other women had assured him the bulbous head was a delight when he was inside of them. He doubted Claire longed for a different shape inside of her any more than the dish cared about being washed in a counterclockwise motion.

Jared had his preferences, too. He didn't care for large breasts. He preferred Claire's smaller breasts and he perceived her pointy nipples as remarkably sensitive. He preferred her short dark hair, too. And her pointy nose. . .

He often wished life provided a trumpet fanfare whenever an epiphany arrived. Dissecting individual elements had him chasing the elongated, flexible posterior extension of his spine. Jared didn't have a tail, and he wasn't going to find his answer by analyzing individual elements for compatibility. He felt like GPS guidance neglecting a trip through the park after a bout of congested street warfare. Something had to change if he wanted her to stop haunting him.

Ten days had passed since their conversation. Could détente follow a relationship that had never been hostile? He sent a text. One word and nothing more without a prompt response from her, "Hello." 

Her reply came within seconds, "Hi there!" 

"Are we really still friends?" he asked. She would understand his blind spot, how he sometimes took people at face value without catching deeper meanings.

His phone rang. "Of course we are," Claire said in a voice filled with sunshine. "How are you?" Her question sounded genuine and he accepted that as real.

"Good," he said, though it felt like half a lie. Jared didn't like lying, not even half-way. 

"So what's up?"

"Me," he said, giving her an out-of-character response.

"Doesn't that qualify as too much information?" she asked. Jared was poor picking up on emotional clues, but he caught the caution in her voice and smiled to himself.

"But you asked," he said. 

"Is that why you texted me?" He could hear the confusion in her voice. 

"No, consider that a bonus. I was wondering how you were doing. "How's work?" Jared heard Claire relax as the conversation veered into safer territory. Was safer boring? He happily listened while she caught him up on the drama inside her tiny department at the college. Along the way his laughter was genuine, and his questions engaged her to tell all. He didn't mind. He missed Claire in other ways, too, and a happy half hour slipped by with the unnoticed ease usually reserved for the New York Times' Sunday crossword puzzle.

"It's getting late," Claire observed, "but this has been fun!" Again, she sounded genuine.

"I missed getting my update. You should start a blog."

"I could never do that," she giggled. "Who would believe me?"

"I would," he said and heard her yawn. It was after eleven and Claire, ever the creature of habit, was up past her bedtime. "Guess I'll take care of my business and head to bed," he added, drawing the conversation to a close before she could.

"What business?"

"The long, hard, aching business straining for immediate attention," he hinted. He waited while she sorted out his suggestion.

"Oh," she said, sounding surprised. "Are you really . . .?" He laughed. "I mean . . . never mind. None of my business." She gave a self-conscious giggle.

"It's okay. You've seen, held, licked and ridden it. Though we're just friends, maybe it's okay acknowledging it even between friends?"

"Have fun," Claire purred. 

"Oh trust me, I will," Jared finished and hung up. His prick wasn't hard or straining, yet. A bit of porn on the computer screen fixed that problem. He masturbated, cleaned up and went to bed wearing a hint of a smile. Claire had spoken with him. She had sounded entertained, in a good way, when he said he was going to masturbate. 

Jared waited three days before reaching out to her again. "Hey you," she sang as she answered the phone. "What's up?" Was she thinking about his last answer to that question?

He avoided repeating his last answer. "I'm calling for my update. How's work?"

"Wow! Really?" She sounded pleased. "Nothing really happened. Well, there was this one funny thing . . ." 

Claire's office was responsible for dorm rooms and managing the Resident Advisors on each floor. When a problem exceeded the RA's ability, Claire was called in to help. There was always something funny or interesting happening. Twenty minutes slipped by before Claire asked about his work. Jared kept his answers brief. As a programmer working from home, his days were filled with writing or analyzing lines of cryptic code, and the last thing he wanted to do was bore her.

Jared knew programmers without social skills. He had slept with a couple of the prettier ones. Amongst his nerdier friends, he was a legendary cocksman for his ability to talk to women. He had never found it difficult. As a teen, Jared had spent hours studying and memorizing bits from great comedians. He used to recite those bits, word for word, and study the reactions. Along the way, he developed an impeccable sense of comedic timing. He knew good humor from bad and used it to his advantage. Along with a great smile, good grooming habits and a kind way with words, girls liked him. 

As weeks passed, Jared accepted his new status as friend and confidant, nothing more. Claire admitted she was dating again. He wasn't surprised, and she wasn't alone with seeking out physical companionship. Jared enjoyed a couple hook-ups at conventions with pretty programmers high in intelligence and low in social graces. The cute, blonde cashier at the organic market became an occasional overnight guest. Whatever Rayne the cashier lacked in intelligence was replaced with a zeal for life and an appreciation for his bedroom skills. 

Sometimes he wondered if he was a ticking time bomb. Would Rayne grow bored of his skills as the months passed? Her appreciative cries of pleasure suggested otherwise. 

After weeks of being "just friends," Jared asked if Claire would meet him for lunch. At a tiny, boutique-style eatery near campus, they laughed and smiled like old friends. "That was nice," Claire said as he walked her back to her office. They did it again the next week until lunch happened once a week for several weeks in a row. "We hired a new girl," Claire told him. "She's nice. You would like her. She's into computers, too." 

"I'm doing okay," he assured her.

"Oh, you and Rayne are serious?"

Jared was unsure how to quantify his relationship with Rayne. Did sex three times a week count as a serious relationship? That wasn't how it felt with Rayne, and he never questioned it. They would get together, enjoy amazing sex, and sometimes she spent the night. He didn't worry about quantifying their relationship. He knew sometimes people asked the question they wanted to answer. "What about you? Are you getting serious with someone?" 

Claire dropped her head and rearranged her salad without taking a bite before looked back up. "I don't know." She gave him a gentle smile that confused him. Why would it matter? He didn't expect her to remain single. Too much time had passed. Why would she be worried about hurting him? 

She overloaded her fork, announced "I love their salads" and happily chewed. Jared saw through her ruse. He took a smaller bite of his lunch as he considered her. If life was a chess game, and he knew it wasn't, it felt as if she had just sacrificed her queen. Claire had many redeeming qualities. She was kind to animals, enjoyed gross-out comedies and seldom flaunted her privileged upbringing. However, Claire was an exceptionally poor chess player. 

No trumpets sounded a fanfare as his epiphany arrived. "You're dating Ricky again, aren't you?"

Claire blanched and struggled with swallowing her mouthful of greenage. Jared didn't need her confirmation. "He called after we stopped dating," she gushed with an explanation he didn't need. Richard "Ricky" Sutterfield was Claire's blind spot and Jared's Kryptonite. 

"But why?" Jared asked, stunned she would go back to a man who had treated her as poorly as Ricky.

"He just calls sometimes," she said, misinterpreting his question and thinking he was asking why Ricky had called. Sorting out her mistake did little to answer his question. "I don't know. He's fun, I guess." 

Jared heard, He's not boring in bed. He shoveled a forkful of salad into his mouth. Unlike Claire, he kept his forkful bite sized. Swallowing, however, still required a sip of water.

"Look, I know Ricky can be a bit of a cad. I'm okay. I'm being careful."

"As long as you're okay," Jared managed and he meant it. He also meant it when he added, "If you need to talk, I'm here for you. Okay?"

"You're the best," she said, patting his hand and Jared knew he was nothing more than Claire's friend and confidant. They shared the check for lunch. 

He walked her back to her office and met Lori, the woman Claire had suggested. Jared was polite and nothing more. On his way home, he stopped by the organic food market. Rayne's face lit up as soon as he walked in the door. Though she was in the middle of ringing someone up, she abandoned her register station and greeted Jared with a big hug. When she darted back behind her register, she apologized to the customer left waiting. "Sorry, he's my boyfriend." As Jared shopped, he decided that was truer than he had allowed over lunch with Claire. He used her checkout line. "Looks so good," she fawned over his purchases.

"You're worth it. Dinner tonight?" he asked. Her smile was answer enough. "Stay the night, too?"

"Dinner isn't the best part about spending the night," she said with a wink and a smirk. 

After dinner, they watched most of a witless romantic comedy. Jared had an appreciation for a vast variety of comedy from slapstick to the driest of dry sarcasm, but the delight people found in the romantic comedy genre was lost on him. However, the impact the movie had on Rayne made it worthwhile. 

After the movie, she was eager for sex. Claire's criticism had changed Jared's approach. He manufactured surprise each time. He stopped her from getting undressed. Fully clothed on his bed, he kept her lips spellbound as he snaked his hand down her flat stomach, inside her jeans and over her panties. He caressed her sex, rubbing her bushy womanhood through her panties and enjoying how she squirmed. 

"More," she purred between kisses. He raked his fingers over her panties before working them beneath the elastic waistband. His fingers deftly parted her all-natural pubic hair before he placed a single finger against her clitoris. He moved his finger in a tight back and forth motion over her swollen love button while keeping their mouths pressed together. He didn't stop until her back arched, and the first orgasm of the night wiggled and squirmed through her. 

He pulled away from their kiss so she could breathe. Rayne gave him with a look of awe. He undid her zipper and slipped down the bed as he pulled off her jeans. He jerked off her jeans and panties in a single motion, turning both inside out as he tossed them on the floor behind him and pressed his face against her furry pussy. He kept her t-shirt in place. 

"Oh fuck!" Rayne squealed. Each time they had made love, Jared had paid attention to her reactions. He knew her clit would be too sensitive and licked around the swollen bud before zeroing back in. He first teased her before pleasing her. She came again, and he didn't stop. She jumped with jolts of pleasure each time his tongue raked close to her clit. He waited until her jumping had eased, before once more licking and lapping at her body's most sensitive spot until she cried out with another orgasm. She writhed and convulsed over and over before her body went limp.

"Fuck, you're do that better than my ex-girlfriend," she sighed. She held out her arms to him, and they kissed for a long time before anything else happened. Eventually, their clothes came off, and the fucking began. Rayne cuddled against him afterwards, and Jared stroked her blonde hair until she fell asleep.

Jared woke to the sensation of Rayne's lips wrapped around his hard cock. "Well, good morning to you, too," he said with a sleepy smile. 

"I didn't get to do this last night," she said between mouthfuls. "And I really like doing this."

* * * * *

Weeks slowly passed while Rayne became more of a fixture in his life. Pieces of her belongings found their way into his apartment along with the clutter of her lifestyle. His conversations with Claire tapered off to once or twice a week. They were still meeting for lunch once a week before Jared began wondering if that was inappropriate. 

"Does it bother you that I still talk to Claire?" he asked Rayne one afternoon. Her free spirit often confused him. She felt like a whirlwind cluttering his life with a combination of great sex, crappy movies and dirty dishes everywhere in his apartment.

She replied with one of the first four syllable words he had heard her use, "I don't believe in monogamy." 

"Are you seeing other people?" 

"No, but I still hook up sometimes. Isn't that what you're doing with Claire?"

"We just meet for lunch."

"Uh-huh," she said with a knowing nod. "A fur pie and tube steak lunch, right?"

"Usually salad," he said, chuckling at her characterization. "What about you?"

"I did my ex-girlfriend the a couple weeks ago," she said with a shrug. His eyes watched how her bare breasts moved as she shrugged. At Rayne's insistence, his apartment had become a clothing optional zone. "I remember her being more fun. I think she's pissed that I'm dating a guy." Finishing her cup of yogurt, Rayne left the cup and the used spoon on the end table next to the couch. Jared knew both would stay there until he picked them up. "She's like full-on lesbian, you know?"

"Not really," Jared said, surprised by her casual confession. He didn't feel jealous. As near as Jared could figure out, he never felt jealous. Losing Claire to Ricky didn't make him jealous, only lonely. He didn't resent her happiness. 

"Does blowing the produce manager count?" Rayne asked, cuddling closer to him and stroking his manhood.

"Yes."

"But that's all we did. I sucked him off, and he never touched me. That's cool, right?"

Jared uttered three words he seldom said, "I don't know." Society had rules. Life, as near as he could ascertain, didn't. Convention suggested that when a couple started dating, they would become exclusive to each other. He realized he had mistakenly assumed Rayne would follow that convention. Why would she? Rayne was many things, but conventional would never make that list.


Camping on Nude Day



"C'mon, baby," she said, climbing on his lap and kissing him. "It was just a blowjob and you know how much I like to suck dick." She kissed down his neck, dropped between his legs and kissed his flaccid member. "Sucking dick is like the greatest thing in the world."

"I wouldn't know." 

"But you know how it feels," she said. She licked his shaft before pulling his cock between her lips. She bobbed up and down a few times as Jared's body gave a Pavlovian reaction to her stimuli. "Doesn't this feel good?" She kept worked on him.

"Yes," he admitted. "But . . ." He didn't know what else to add.

"But it feels good," she giggled. "And it's going to feel even better when you come in my mouth." He groaned. She redoubled her efforts. Rayne's talented mouth was unparalleled as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. "Give it to me," she purred, rotating her thumb against the sensitive button of a scar remaining from his circumcision. "You know I want it." Jared felt helpless her tongue coaxed him into an orgasm. She moaned as she swallowed.

She was using sex as way to distract him. Jared was not easily distracted. "Is that what you did for your produce manager?" he asked. 

"Eugene? Mostly," she said. She squeezed an extra droplet from his spent prick and lapped it up before noticing the expression on his face. "Aw, come on, baby. Don't be like that. Eugene's an old guy and really needed a blowjob."

"Needed one?"

"Well, I think he did. He was complaining about how his wife won't do it, and how he's always wondered how it felt. I told him I'd do it for him. I know he didn't believe me, but I think Markie said something to him."

"Who's Markie?"

"Mark, though I like to call him 'Markie' because he's such a youngster. You've met him. He's that high school boy who just graduated."

"The guy with all the zits?"

"Yeah, him," Rayne giggled. "I keep telling him he needs to wash his face with apple vinegar, that will cure that acne in a week." Jared's head spun. What did acne treatments have to do with her sucking off the produce manager? He asked as much and Rayne laughed as if he were slow. "Nothing, silly. I'm just saying, I think Markie told Eugene I really would do it."

And why would Mark think that?"

"Probably because I gave Markie a blowjob on his eighteenth birthday," she giggled. "I mean, you know what they say, right?" He didn't. "Oral sex always makes a great gift!" she giggled.

"When was Markie's birthday?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"I don't remember. Forever ago! Maybe three or four weeks ago?"

"And when did you suck off Eugene?"

"Yesterday. You know, for an old guy, he has a pretty nice dick."

Jared wanted to get dressed and take her home, except they had already made plans for her spending the night. Instead, he stood, collected up her empty yogurt cup and spoon. He carried them to the kitchen, ran some water and splashed his face. What kind of girl was he dating? He poured two glasses of wine. "Are you fucking around, too?" he asked, hating how sharp his words sounded. Could he have a jealous streak after all?

"Fucking?" she asked, as if she needed repeating the word to understand it. "No one but you." She frowned as she looked off into space for a moment. "Wait, do dildos count? Because my girlfriend and I like using dildos. That doesn't count as fucking, does it?" 

"I guess not," he said, still amazed at her cavalier attitude.

"Then no. You're the only guy I've been fucking for months."

"Can we keep it that way?" he asked, unsure why that felt important to him.

"Maybe," she said, setting her wine glass to the side and cupping his junk. "Can we do it more often?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck. I really like fucking, too." She squirmed against him, pressing her full breasts against his arm as she rubbed his cock and balls. Her touch was skillful, and he felt his prick responding. "I really like fucking you." They fucked on his couch. Jared lasted a long time while he wrestled with his jealous demons. Rayne seemed to enjoy the ride.

* * * * *

Thursday evolved into a steady lunch date for Jared and Claire. He studied her as he sat across from her and listened to her work stories. She was growing it her hair. He asked about it. "Rickie likes longer hair," she said with a casual shrug that looked manufactured, though he couldn't be sure.

"How's it going with him?" he asked.

"Good," she said, and Jared watched her carefully for clues he could seldom read. Others were good at detecting lies, but not Jared. He had studied books and online articles about body language and struggled reading it. He caught the bigger gestures. He could tell her shrug told more of a story than her words, but what else? What about her curt, single word answer? "How are things with hippie-chick?" Was Claire trying to deflect? Was she trying to change the topic?

"Okay," he hedged, smiling at Claire's nickname for Rayne. "Apparently she doesn't believe in monogamy, so there's that."

"Oh my," Claire said, unable to bite back her giggle. "How's that working out for you?"

"I don't know yet," he admitted, unsure how he felt about it. Did it matter? "How do you decide what it means to be boyfriend/girlfriend, anyway?" he asked without expecting an answer. It was a rhetorical question, and Claire could tell the difference. She gave him space to talk, and Jared began pouring out his cluttered thoughts, starting with another rhetorical question, "And who, except the people inside a relationship, should decide the limits of a relationship?" 

As he spoke, he found his thoughts became bigger than Rayne's free spirit. He ignored Claire's former-lover status and spoke to Claire his closest friend. "I've had relationships that lasted a single night and ones that lasted months. Each time, I felt as if I knew the limits of the relationship. A one-night stand is, well, by definition, a one-night affair, even if it lasts for a weekend or so." He caught himself rambling, stopped and collected his thoughts. "I can't imagine marrying Rayne, so, does monogamy matter?"

"Is marriage the point of dating?" Claire asked.

"I once thought so." There was a time when he thought he would propose to Claire. He didn't elaborate on the thought. As near as he could tell, their time had passed. "Is monogamy important to you and Ricky?" Claire's answer surprised him.

"More to him than me." She smiled and touched his hand before glancing at her phone and frowning as she saw the time. "I'm late for work."

"Sorry," he said, picking up the check and walking her back to work. 

"There's a department social coming up. Would you be my 'plus one'?"

"What about Rick?"

"I'd rather take you," she smiled. "You'll have faces to go with all the names." Her smile faded. "Ricky doesn't have the same interest as you in the comings and goings of work people."

"I'd be honored," he said, already knowing he wouldn't have to check with Rayne. 

* * * * *

He never anticipated Claire getting drunk. Or how much she would bend his ear about Ricky. Nor that their night would end with her propositioning him.

As they drove to the party in Jared's car, he asked why him and not Rick. "You know how he is around a lot of people," she said without elaborating. 

Jared's knowledge of Ricky came from stories he had heard from her. Cad, jerk, self-centered asshole, were ready descriptions in his mind. During the party, Claire enjoyed multiple wine spritzers, and Jared guided a very tipsy Claire back to his car. "We should get breakfast somewhere," she said. "Like my place, tomorrow morning."

"Or, we could stop now," Jared offered. He wouldn't mind a cup of coffee. 

"Could we still be friends if we spend the night together?" Claire asked, leaning against him. Her hand was on his knee. She slipped it higher up his leg as if he needed the hint. Some hints he got without the help. 

"What about Ricky?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm like hippie-chick," she said, using her nickname for Rayne while working her hand against his crotch. It was a touch his body remembered and welcomed. He grew hard and strained against his zipper. "She won't care, right?"

"Maybe," he hedged. Claire was drunk. He wouldn't take advantage of her. 

"You don't want me?" she asked, leaning against his shoulder and working her hand against his crotch. 

Jared could pass a sobriety test, but that didn't mean the couple drinks still sloshing around inside his system couldn't loosen his tongue. "I'm sort of boring in bed, remember?" 

"I meant predictable," she giggled before trying to kiss him. 

"Is that different?" he asked, pulling into the all-night diner. He ordered coffee. Claire ordered pancakes. 

"Let me ask you a question," she said, leaning against the glass window. "The other day, I caught Ricky turning his head and watching this girl walk past us."

"Checking out her ass," Jared specified.

"Exactly!" Claire said. "And then he says to me, 'She's almost as cute as you.'" Jared shook his head over Ricky's lack of decorum as Claire asked her question, "Is that a compliment?"

"I think it's Ricky being a jerk," he said.

"Yeah, maybe. But he's a fun jerk sometimes." She drifted away for a moment before coming back to the moment. "You're better in bed than him. Bigger."

"Thank you?" Jared tried.

"He's kinkier."

"Ah," Jared said, nodding and smiling. It felt more like a grimace. Drunk Claire didn't notice the difference.

"Why won't you sleep with me tonight?"

"Tomorrow, when you're sober, tell me you want me, and I'll be here for you." Their waitress delivered Claire's pancakes. Jared changed the topic and they managed the rest of their time together without Claire pushing herself on him. He drove a sleepy woman home.

"Ricky wants to go camping with another couple," Claire told him along the way. "I think you and hippie chick should be the other couple."

"Camping? Why?"

"I don't know. He thinks it would be fun. Tell me you'll do it."

"Ask me tomorrow," he suggested as they arrived to her building. He walked her as far as her front door. She kissed him goodnight without another invitation for more. Jared drove home to his empty apartment and tried feeling good about his decisions. It was more difficult than he imagined.

* * * * *

The next morning, his phone rang early. It was Claire. "I'm sorry I ever called you sort of boring in bed," she said. 

"And good morning to you, too," he laughed. 

"I'm serious," she insisted. "I just . . . I don't know . . . I . . ."

"It's okay," he said, cutting off her stammering. "I'm glad we're still friends."

"Friends enough that we can go camping together?"

"Maybe," he allowed, unsure how he felt about the idea. "I'll have to talk to Rayne."

Jared sometimes underestimated Rayne's sense of humor. When he suggested camping with Claire and Ricky, Rayne began laughing. She waved her hands, at first at him and then fanning herself. "Wait, you're asking if we can go couples camping with your ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, right?" she howled. "The guy she left you for?"

"Well, I don't know that she left me FOR him," he clarified.

"Right and I don't give blowjobs to old guys at work who really deserve one," Rayne managed before another bout of laughter overtook her. Her ability to guess the entire situation marveled Jared. Even how casually she had mentioned the hiccup in their relationship amazed him. She clearly worked with a different set of skills and values. She calmed herself before giving her answer, "I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Jared considered retracting the offer, guessing there was more to the arrangement than he could guess. Rayne never gave him the chance before she jumped on top of him and demanded sex. "Just so you know, we're going to do this a lot during our camping trip. And doing it outdoors always turns me into a screamer!" 

They fucked. Jared had no other way to describe their sex than that. It was raw and unbridled the way Rayne bounced up and down on his hard cock with her hands on his shoulders for leverage. She squirmed and wiggled her hips while squeezing whatever muscles she had hidden inside her pussy. Following her orgasm, a fiery look appeared in her eyes. "Do it," she panted. "Come in me. Come deep inside of me." 

Jared gave himself to the moment. He clutched at her full breasts, grabbing them firmly and used his hips to thrust deeper inside of her. "That's it! Do it! Fuck me!" she demanded, her voice loud inside his tiny apartment. "Fuck me hard, Jared. Harder!" She tossed her head backwards and her blonde hair flew around like hundreds of tiny whips raking across his face. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come again!" she cried out and he felt it. He felt her pussy rhythmically squeezing him, pulling on his hard cock as she still tried to move up and down. It was too much for him. He lost himself inside her second orgasm and came with her. "Yeah," she purred, relaxed. "Now that's fucking!"

In the hours that passed, Jared grew convinced he was making a huge mistake. He suggested as much, that maybe going camping with Claire and Rick wasn't a good idea. Rayne wouldn't have it. "We can still go camping," Jared tried. "Let's do it with your friends. I bet they'll be more fun."

"Oh no," Rayne smiled. "This is perfect." She found Jared's cellphone, scrolled through his recent calls and found Claire near the top. She pressed the call button and handed it to him. "Tell her we'll do it," she insisted, her pretty jaw set strongly with the challenge. Jared didn't know what else to do. Claire answered on the third ring.

"Hey you," she said and he could hear the smile in her voice. "What's up?"

"I'm here with Rayne," he began.

"And we'd love to go camping with you!" Rayne yelled. On the other end of Jared's phone, he heard Claire snicker.

"Guess that means she likes the idea?"

"Too much," he told her. 

"Ricky feels the same way. He says he can't wait to meet you."

"Interesting," Jared said as Rayne slipped to the floor and began sucking his dick. "I guess I should go."

"Keep talking, it's okay," Rayne said. "Find out when and where."

"Okay," he muttered, confused. He asked Claire if she knew when and where as Rayne put his prick between her lips. He relayed the spot Claire mentioned. 

"I know a better place," Rayne said, taking the phone from Jared's ear. She stayed between Jared's legs. "Hey Claire, it's Rayne." She kissed Jared's dick again. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too." She popped his cock in her mouth and sucked it once before talking again. "We should do some primitive camping. Just the four of us in the woods with a couple tents and a campfire." She returned her mouth to Jared's cock while she listened. "Well, check with him. I know a spot. It's an easy hike, and I know we'll be absolutely alone." More sucking. "I know, doesn't it? Well, get Ricky onboard and let Jared know, okay?" She handed back his phone.

"She sounds nice," Claire told Jared. "Was she eating or something?"

"Or something," Jared said, embarrassed for Rayne. Claire said she would talk to Ricky and get back to them. Jared hung up his phone and watched his girlfriend's pretty face bobbing up and down his hard cock. "Sometimes, I think you're made wrong," he said as he smiled and caressed the side of her face. 

"Yeah, I get that a lot," she said and didn't stop sucking him until he gave up another load of semen for her. It took a long time and she never complained.

* * * * *

The two couples met at the trailhead. Not counting the conversation while Rayne sucked his dick, Jared had supervised two conversations between Rayne and Claire. One happened during lunch. Claire's questions had been too many, and he suggested they call the camping expert. During their last conversation, Jared listened to Rayne answering a few questions before she spent pumped Claire for information about Ricky. The sisterhood bond formed during those few conversations showed.

Jared had expected Ricky to be taller, at least as tall as he was, though that felt foolish. Jared was taller than average while Ricky looked as if he measured at exactly the average height for a man. He looked strong. Probably cut, Jared thought, lamenting his long and lean appearance for the first time since high school. As they loaded backpacks for the first trek to the campsite, Jared picked up on Rick's cockiness. He looked like an ex-jock and acted like one. 

"That's not going to be too much for you, is it?" Ricky asked as Jared slung his bigger backpack into place.

"I got it," Jared assured him without explaining how he was carrying more bulk than weight. 

The concept of primitive camping had gotten lost along the way. Rayne assured everyone the campsite was an easy hike. She was right, and it made the extra trips bearable. Claire and Rayne insisted they could set-up the tents without help. "You guys mind making a second trip?" Claire asked. They didn't. 

They were barely out of earshot when Rick turn on Jared, "Just so we're straight, you don't have an issue with me fucking your ex-girlfriend, do you?" 

"Did it bother you when I was fucking her?" Jared asked. 

Rick stopped, turned and sized up Jared. While Jared was taller, he had no doubt Rick could take him. He stood and waited for whatever was going to happen. Rick eyed him up and down for a long moment before slapping him on the arm. "You're alright, tech-boy," he said with a big grin that displayed impossibly white teeth. He began heading back towards the cars. "That little piece of ass you're fucking is cute as hell."

Jared wasn't sure how to reply. He was woefully poor at this kind of small talk. Was he supposed to make a slur about Rayne? Maybe say something nice about Claire? "Yes, she is short," he decided. Rayne was the easily the shortest of the group.

"Where the hell did you find a nice piece of ass like that?"

"Organic grocery near my apartment."

"So that's why Claire calls her hippie-chick," Rick said. "Well, let me tell you, I'd eat her granola!" He laughed as if he had made a joke. Jared didn't catch it but smiled just the same. 

Their conversation lagged and Jared realized it was his turn to say something. "Think they'll get along?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? I bet they're laughing up a storm talking about you."

"Me?"

"Dude, think it about it. What's the one thing they have in common? I'll spell it out for you: they have both fucked you. Ten bucks says that's what they're talking about right now."

Jared wasn't sure how he felt about that. He knew guys bragged about their sexual exploits. Did women do that, too? And if they did, what were they saying? It felt unlikely that Claire would engage in gossip. He couldn't be sure about Rayne as they finished their short hike and arrived at their cars. 

Their second loads were heavier than the first load as they shouldered food and cooking equipment. The trip back to the campsite took longer. Both men huffed as they hiked, keeping the conversation to a minimum. Jared led the way until they neared the campsite. That's when Ricky passed him, picked up his pace and stepped into the clearing first. "Keep up, tech-boy," he called.

"Um, okay," Jared said. He was right behind the shorter and better built man. When Ricky had passed him on the narrow trail, Jared had lengthened his strides and kept pace with him. Oddly, Ricky looked surprised that Jared was right on his heels. In their absence, Rayne and Claire had pitched both tents and uncovered a fire pit. Their matching tents were classified as four man tents. Jared looked inside his tent and quickly realized sleeping four would mean sleeping side-by-side. Rayne had it right when she suggested two tents.

The grassy campsite faced a rocky bluff with a stream gurgling at its base. Rayne explained her history with the campsite, how she had first visited it with her ex-girlfriend and why it was so private. "This piece is owned by the national parks. Stray too far away from the stream and it becomes private property. Most people think this entire area is private property, but it's not. We can do anything we want." She described a couple hiking trails she knew about that would keep them on national park property.




Camping on Nude Day



"What did you and your girlfriend do?" Ricky asked. Claire rolled her eyes and even Jared picked up on the lecherous tone in his voice.

"We spent entire weekends camping naked and eating pussy. What did you think we were doing?"

"Sounds like you in college," Ricky roared with laughter as he gave Claire a playful slap on the ass, "Told you we'd have fun this weekend!"

"Does Claire go both ways, too?" Rayne asked Jared.

"Um, not that I know," he said. Her experiences or interest in bisexuality had never come up while they were dating. He looked at Claire for an answer.

"I might have experimented back in college," Claire allowed.

"Damn, dude, you didn't know that?" Ricky crowed. "Back in college, she was half a dyke," he added, reminding Jared how far back their relationship went.

"I was not," Claire said, slapping her boyfriend across the chest. 

"What about Miranda?"

"She was just a fling," Claire said, looking embarrassed.

"Nothing wrong with doing a little eating at the Y," Ricky said, holding up a peace sign and flicking his tongue between his two fingers. 

"Good, because I still do," Rayne laughed.

"Whoa! Tech-boy! You hit the jackpot, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" Jared asked, confused.

* * * * *

They went about the business of setting up the rest of their campsite. It was twilight before anyone mentioned a few things still missing from their cars. Rayne and Ricky volunteered making the return trip. Jared didn't think twice about it.

"She's really fun," Claire said as she fed the fire. "I can see why you like her."

"Yeah, fun is a good word," Jared allowed. He tried to find something nice to say about Rick. "He's a character, isn't he?" he offered, going with a neutral comment that he knew worked.

"Yeah, he's special."

Jared didn't know how to interpret her description. He gave an understanding nod and broke up a few longer pieces of firewood into shorter lengths. "I didn't know you ever had a girlfriend."

"I had more than one," she revealed. "Miranda was the only one Ricky knew about." She stared off into the tree line for a moment. "I got tired of guys like Ricky and, I don't know, it was just a phase."

"There are more guys like Ricky?" Jared asked.

"Okay, Ricky in particular," she said. 

"How long have you known him?" 

"That's a long story," she hedged with a glance at the trail. They heard Ricky and Rayne long before they saw them. "Sounds as if they're hitting it off." They rejoined the campsite wearing big smiles.

Later that night, Ricky produced a large bottle of Jack Daniels and passed it around the circle. "To good friends," he said, tossing back a swig. They each repeated his salute and took a drink, before crawling inside their tents.

"Ricky's so fun," Rayne said as she stripped naked. Jared was surprised with her nudity. She caught his expression. "What? You didn't think we were going to go camping and not fuck, did you?" She kissed him and tugged at his clothes. 

"I guess if we're quiet," he suggested.

"I don't know how to camp, fuck and be quiet. I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl." She kissed down his bare chest, pulled off his shorts and began sucking his cock. That started quiet, but it didn't stay that way. Once she had him hard, she climbed on top of him. "Oh yeah," she purred, loudly.

"Sh," Jared hushed.

"No way," she whispered, kissing him and proving she could be quiet. "They're going to hear us. Let's make sure it's fun!" She braced herself against his chest, squirmed and cried out passionately. "So deep! That feels so fucking good!" She gave him a wink and kept going. 

Jared held her tiny hips as she fucked him, wondering how he could quiet her. He tried pulling her mouth to his, trying to mute her with kisses. Rayne wouldn't have it. She loudly moaned and often broke their kiss to provide more of a play-by-play. 

"So close," she cried out. "So fucking close!"

Rayne felt like an unbridled, wild woman in his arms as she bounced, squirmed and worked herself against him. His hard cock swelled deep inside of her, enjoying each one of her strokes even while his mind raced for ways to quiet her cries. Her pussy felt hot, wet and slippery. He felt the rhythmic clenching of her orgasm tugging and pulling on his needy prick as she moved. It was a repeat of what had happened on his couch, in real life and within earshot of Ricky and Claire. Jared felt embarrassed and thrilled at the same time. 

"You too," Rayne insisted. "Don't hold back on me, Jared. Fill me. Give it to me. Come inside of me!" 

He quickly realized his orgasm could be his best way out of his predicament. He focused on the amazing sensations happening and gave himself over to those sensations. He gasped and bit back a passionate cry as his orgasm surged through him.

"Yes!" Rayne cheered. "That's it! Fill me! Fill me with your hot cum!" As soon as his orgasm ended, Rayne collapsed on top of him. She felt wet from her exertion, and he didn't care as he pressed their hot, naked bodies together. "Fuck, I love you," she softly cooed as she cuddled next to him. She wormed and wiggled way next to him and quickly fell asleep. Jared laid staring at the inside of the tent trying to digest her last words before she fell asleep. She loved him?

* * * * *

"Quite the performance last night," Ricky smirked when Rayne and Jared emerged from their tent.

"Doing it in the woods always gets to me," Rayne said without shame or embarrassment. 

"Apparently so," Claire smirked. 

"We weren't too loud, were we?" Jared asked. 

"Fuck that. It keeps the bears away," Ricky laughed. "Though you sort of got in the way of our fun. Someone couldn't stop giggling," Ricky reported with a knowing look at Claire.

"I'm sorry," she told Ricky before asking Jared and Rayne, "is it always that loud?"

"Sometimes," Jared admitted, unsure if he should apologize or feel proud. 

"Only with him," Rayne quickly added, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him on the shoulder. "But I'm not telling you anything, am I?" The different looks on the other couple's faces made her laugh. Claire looked surprised while Ricky looked pissed. 

"I'll make it up to you tonight," Claire told Ricky. She gave him a peck on the cheek, too. It was the first time he had seen Claire offering Ricky affection. He didn't feel jealous. 

"You can do better than that," Ricky insisted, pulling Claire into his arms and planting a much bigger kiss on her lips. While they kissed, Jared felt Rayne's hand on his knee. She squeezed his leg. When he turned to see what she wanted, she was smiling and kissed him, too. It wasn't a deep, romantic kiss. More of a "good job" or "I approve" sort of kiss. Her grin lasted longer than their kiss.

Rayne stepped away and returned with a towel and a bar of soap. "I'm going to step down to the brook and get cleaned up." 

"Mind if I pull up a chair and watch?" Ricky asked with a rakish grin.

"I don't, but your girlfriend might," Rayne laughed.

"What about your boyfriend?" Ricky asked, giving Jared a big grin. "What do you say? You've seen my girlfriend naked, is it okay if I see your girlfriend naked, too?"

"That's up to Rayne, not me," Jared answered, confused again by dynamics he wasn't programmed to follow. 

"Cool! So it's okay, then!" Ricky announced.

"You know he's teasing you, right?" Claire told Jared. 

"Not really," he admitted. 

Claire smiled and changed the topic. "What's the difference between a creek, river and stream, anyway?" 

They discussed the geological differences between a creek, river, stream, and brook before Rayne put an end to it. She surprised Claire and Ricky with an insightful interpretation about the differences between each form of flowing water and finished with, "How about this? I'm going to get naked over by that water and wash my naughty bits, okay?"

"Yeah, but I'm still confused whether I'm allowed to watch or not," Ricky said, drawing a round of laughter while Rayne gave up and went to the stream of spring-fed water that eventually led to a river, but not before passing through a couple man-made lakes. After a few minutes, Ricky excused himself, grabbing a shovel and a roll of toilet paper before heading into the woods. 

"You know he's going to circle around and try getting a glimpse of Rayne," Claire sighed. 

"No," Jared shrugged. "How can you be sure?"

"Because I know Ricky."

"Rayne won't care."

"What about you?" Claire asked.

Jared gave her a blank look. "How should I feel about it?"

"Up to you," Claire chuckled. "But I guess it doesn't matter, does it?" Jared was lost. He shrugged again, unsure why any of it would matter and how he could ever know if Ricky snuck a peek at his girlfriend or not. He got his answer after Rayne returned from cleaning up. She looked right at Ricky and smirked before ducking back into the tent. "Told you," Claire told Jared before giving Rick a sideways glance.

"What did I do?" Ricky asked, grinning with guilt before he started laughing. "And, for whatever it's worth, she looks like a 70's porn star."

"I can still hear you!" Rayne said from inside the tent.

"I'm just sayin'," Ricky laughed and smiled as if nothing could be wrong in a world that included his opinion and his hijinks. 

* * * * *

It was later that afternoon while Rayne dozed in the sun wearing her bathing suit, and Ricky had fallen asleep in a camping chair when Claire asked Jared if he wanted to go for a hike. "Mind if I borrow your boyfriend?" she asked Rayne.

"He was yours first," Rayne said, giving them a sleepy looking smile as she rolled on her front and undid her straps. "There's a neat rock formation upstream." 

Jared glanced at Ricky. Claire didn't seem to care. "Let him sleep," she said and led the way. They walked for a while in silence before Claire began the story about how she had met Ricky. "He was my first," she said, and talked about being an innocent girl starting her first year in college and how Ricky was the only guy she knew from her home town. "It's funny, because we were never friends in high school. I always thought he was jerk." 

"What happened?"

"I don't know. We hung out and he made me laugh. It felt good seeing a familiar face. Before I knew it, we were having sex. I always said I was going to save myself for college, and I did." She picked up a flat rock and skimmed it across a small pool of water. It skipped three times. She tried it again. "I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend until I found out he was still hooking up with other girls." She put more into her second toss, and it skimmed the water six times before sinking. "He would charm his way back into my bed, and I'd think things were going to work out differently."

"How did you want things to work out?"

"That's just it, I don't know. I mean, I never saw myself getting married to him. I guess it just frustrated me that I couldn't be woman enough for him." She picked up a big rock and threw it at the water. She began walking upstream again.

"What about now?" Jared asked.

"I don't know," she repeated. "I was a bitch to you, and then I was single again, and he called." 

"Is he good in bed?" Jared asked, immediately regretting the question. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay. After what I said to you, it's a fair question. Do you really want to know?" They reached the rock formation Rayne had mentioned and climbed on top of it. 

"Yes?" he hedged, unsure if he was doing it for her or himself.

"There are times when he's amazing," she said, before shrugging. "But sometimes, he's just selfish. I never know which Ricky I'm getting until he rolls over and falls asleep."

"And, you like that?"

"Not really," she admitted, giving him a tiny smile. "With you, it was predictable, but consistently good." She shimmied down the rocks. "Sometimes, I miss that." She waited for him to follow. "What's it like with Rayne? She seems like she's a lot of fun."

"Crazy," he admitted. "She said I go down on her better than any girl she's ever had."

"She's never had me," Claire said with a funny smile he couldn't remember seeing on her face before that moment.

"I never knew you went both ways."

"I did. I don't know that I do now. Maybe, if the stars lined up just right, the moon was full and I was half-drunk, I'd do it again." 

"Too bad the full moon was last night," Jared said.

They started their walk back to camp. As they neared the last bend of the stream, Claire stopped. She pulled Jared into her arms and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Thank you," she said, smiling at the shocked expression she left behind. "I love how easy it is to talk to you."

Ricky and Rayne were sitting near the tents and laughing as Jared and Claire walked up. Ricky sat very close to Rayne. Whatever Ricky had said, it had tickled Rayne. She leaned against him as she laughed and looked very happy. Her smile was contagious, and Jared felt himself smiling as they walked back to the campsite. "He is just so funny!" Rayne told them.

"And what have you two been doing?" Ricky asked, though he didn't look angry or concerned.

"Just went for a hike," Claire said. "And fucked, but we only did it once."

"Figured that's all he was good for," Ricky laughed, accepting her joke and spinning it into an insult in with a single comment. 

"She's kidding," Jared said, shocked.

"See? I told you we should have done it," Ricky told Rayne, setting off another bout of giggles. He looked at Jared, "Full disclosure, I saw your girlfriend's tits."

"Someone poured water on my back!" Rayne said, and she described the sophomoric prank of pouring cold water on the back of a sunbathing woman. 

"It's okay, he's seen my girlfriend's tits, too," Ricky said. Rayne laughed again.

They joked and chatted away the afternoon. After dinner, the bottle of Jack Daniels came back out and everyone showed more interest in it. "We are going to celebrate tomorrow, right?" Rayne asked as night fell upon the camp. She got three puzzled stares. "Isn't that why you picked this week for camping?"

"What's tomorrow?" Claire asked.

"Gosh, don't you guys pay attention to anything? It's Nude Day."

"What's a Nude Day?" Jared quizzed.

"I don't know, but sign me up!" Ricky chimed before Rayne had a chance to explain. Her explanation about a day set aside for celebrating the human form in all of its glory fell flat with him. "So, it's not about sex?"

"Not for nudists," Rayne explained.

"I think we should do it," Ricky said. No one was surprised. "No one's going to see us, right?" Rayne assured them they could expect privacy.

"I don't know," Jared hedged.

"What's the matter, tech-boy? I'm the only who hasn't seen you naked."

"And hard," Claire giggled.

"Yeah, well, I don't need that," Rick scoffed.

"It's no fun if you don't get excited," Claire teased. "Both of you," she said before turning to Rayne. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Are you kidding?" Rayne squealed. "Hell, I think we should just tease them tonight so they're good and primed tomorrow."

"I like the way you think," Claire laughed, toasting their sisterhood bond with a long pull of Jack Daniels before passing the bottle to Rayne. 

* * * * *

Zipped into their tent that night, Rayne stripped naked before pulling off Jared's clothes, too. "I thought we weren't going to do anything tonight," he said with an eager smile.

"Oh, we aren't." She cuddled close to his naked body and caressed his cock and balls. Nurturing him to a hard-on took only moments. "But I am going to make you wish we did." She kissed him as her hand caressed the full length and girth of his manhood. She kept pulling on him until he felt close to release. "There, that's better," she purred. She snuggled closer, put her head on his chest and fell asleep.

Jared's swollen cock throbbed. He felt hyper aware of the naked woman pressing against him. His long arm reached around her, caressing her soft skin and making his condition worse. Then he heard Ricky's voice whine, "Seriously?" and he smiled. At least he wasn't alone in his condition. He heard more hushed murmurs, guessed he was hearing more pleading and fell asleep. 

* * * * *

In the morning the tan tent tinted sunlight an amber color. Rayne woke first and it was her intimate caress that woke Jared. "Happy Nude Day," Rayne cooed, kissing his chest. 

Jared lay very still. "We're not really going to do it, are we?" he asked, dreading the answer he predicted. 

"Why not?"

"What if, you know, I get hard."

"Even better," Rayne said, doing her best to make sure he stayed that way.

"I really need to pee."

"Go for it," she said, rolling away and giving him space. He reached for his shorts. She stopped him. "No way." After a short stare down, Jared gave up. The camp sounded quiet and he really needed to go. He unzipped the door, peeked outside and didn't see anyone. He darted naked into the wood line and relieved himself. 

He passed Rayne heading into the woods on his way back to the tent. He hid inside until he heard the sound of pots and pans and peeked to see what was going on. Naked and without a care in the world, Rayne was stoking the fire and heating up water for coffee. Tan lines against golden tanned flesh accentuated her nakedness, and she looked like a forest nymph. He struggled keeping calm in case Rick and Claire were going to celebrate Nude Day, too. 

"Good morning," Claire called. She was naked, too. 

Shit, Jared swore in his head as he wrestled with a boundary he didn't realize he had. He knew Rayne enjoyed being naked. When she spent the night, they lived as nudists. He enjoyed being naked around her as long as it was inside the privacy of his apartment. Why was this different? Because it was outside? Because other people were around? Yes, his inner voice answered.

Claire sat next to Rayne in one the folding chairs they had brought. Their backs were to Jared but he could tell they were both naked. A very soft groan escaped his lips as he felt a tingle between his legs. "You better not," he told his body, forcing himself to remain soft. Seeing Claire naked teased him more than seeing Rayne au natural. 

"Are you going to hide all day or do you want some coffee?" Rayne called.

"He always was shy," Claire said.

"Just brushing my teeth," Jared called back, lying before he climbed the rest of the way out of the tent. He held his hands in front of his manhood as he strolled to the fire. He sat across from the girls, hung his ankle over his knee and draped his hand casually over his thigh to keep his nakedness obscured.

"Really?" Claire asked, grinning. "You're going to be that kind of shy all day?"

"Maybe," he said.

"Who is being shy?" Ricky asked from behind Jared. He turned to other man's voice and immediately wished he hadn't. Ricky stood in front of his tent and stretched. His manhood dangled against his balls. He was shaved clean and, as Jared had guessed earlier, he was cut. His muscles rippled as he displayed his six-pack. Jared turned around and caught Rayne staring while wearing a wistful grin. "Be right back," Rick said. Jared guessed without looking that Ricky was visiting the wood line, too.

"Damn," Rayne said to Claire with a tiny giggle. Jared wondered if his life could get any worse. 

"Yeah," Claire agreed.

Instant coffee was passed around in blue speckled mugs. Ricky joined the group, "Happy Nude Day, buddy," he said, slapping Jared on the knee as he sat next to him. Unlike Jared, Ricky sat with his legs parted, giving both women a clear view between his legs. "Nice view, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is," Rayne said, still stealing glances between Ricky's legs. "I like that you shave."

"Adds an optic inch," he told Jared. 

"He's more a grower than a show-er," Claire said, defending Jared. After spending a lifetime unconcerned about his length, Jared felt small sitting next to Ricky and small in more ways that manhood length. Jared knew flaccid lengths had little to do with erect lengths. Ricky was a former athlete who remained in great shape. Jared had spent his life as a computer geek; he was lean without Ricky's definition. And, Jared was shy. He couldn't bring himself to sit as openly as Ricky.




Camping on Nude Day



"Doesn't this feel good?" Rayne asked, checking out Claire as she asked her question. 

"It's different," Claire allowed, looking over the other woman from head-to-toe. "Interest choice going all natural." Claire was shaved clean. It was a look Jared hadn't seen from her. While they were dating, she kept her pubic hair trimmed tight and her lower lips shaved clean. Seeing her bare made it feel as if she was more naked.

"Blame my ex-girlfriend," Rayne shrugged. "She didn't shave her legs or anywhere. I've been thinking about going back to shaving."

"I have clippers," Ricky volunteered with an eager grin.

"She didn't say you would get to shave her," Claire said, rolling her eyes and giving Rayne an apologetic look.

"Tech-boy can do the shaving as long as I get to watch. Ever shave a chick's pussy?"

"Yes," he and Claire answered at the same time. Ricky flinched while Rayne giggled. 

"I'll do it if Claire shaves me," Rayne suggested. Jared couldn't tell if she was serious or kidding. "Wait, I know! She can shave both of us!"

Ricky sipped his coffee and considered Claire for a long before he said, "You'd freak if I said 'yes,'" 

"You willing to let your ex-girlfriend shave you?" Rayne asked Jared.

"I don't know. . ." he hedged.

"Well, it would have been fine with me, but I guess tech-boy doesn't want it," Rick sighed.

"I didn't say that," Jared corrected. He didn't miss the hopeful smile that grew on Rayne's face.

"What if she does Jared and Ricky does me?" Rayne offered, looking at her boyfriend. "Is that okay with you?"

"You okay with me getting up close and personal with your girlfriend's pussy?" If there was an edge to his voice, Jared missed it.

"I guess," he said. He glanced at Ricky, saw the surprised look on the man's face and wondered if he had given the wrong answer. 

"Because I can't shave her without really getting very intimate with her," Ricky said. Jared felt as if he was missing a hidden meaning. 

"I know," Jared agreed. 

Claire giggled. "So, we're good?" she asked, still looking at Ricky.

"I liked it better when you were shaving Rayne, too," Ricky sighed.

"I can go both ways," Claire offered and Rayne began laughing so hard she sprayed a mouthful of coffee across the fire. 

"No," Ricky said without laughing. "If I have to watch you shave techno-boy, then you're going to have to watch me shave hippie-chick."

"Deal," Claire smiled. 

"And when I'm done shaving her, you can check to see how good I did," Ricky added.

"Okay," Claire agreed.

"With your tongue," Ricky added.

"Now you're pushing it," Claire warned.

"But I like that idea," Rayne giggled. 

They positioned Rayne and Jared side-by-side as Claire heated a pot of water and Ricky came out of their tent an electric razor that included clippers. Before they started, Jared realized it was up to him to provide shaving cream and regular razors. He went to his tent, self-conscious again about his nudity as he paraded around. He had packed two razors because he always doubled up on his toiletries. He crossed his legs again as he sat in front of Claire. "Um, sweetie?" she gently said. She unfolded his legs and pushed his knees apart. Seeing Claire kneeling naked in front of him had an immediate impact.

"What if I get hard?" he asked Rayne.

"Yeah, what if?" she grinned and gave his cock a squeeze. 

"It's easier if you do," Claire said. She picked up the clippers and raked them across the furriest part of Jared's pubic area while resting her hand on his prick. She passed the electric trimmer to her boyfriend, squirted a handful of shaving cream in her hand and began caressing Jared. She rubbed his balls, smeared cream around his cock and began pulling on his prick. Her thumb caressed the underside of his cock in a way that he remembered very well from when they dated. 

He blushed as his cock grew in length and girth.

"Relax. It's easier if you're hard," Claire told him.

Rayne hung her ass off the edge of her chair, opened her legs wide and Ricky smiled. "Damn, now that's a bush," he said before applying the clippers to her, too.

"Mm, vibrating," Rayne purred. Claire giggled as if she understood what Rayne meant. 

Jared was hard. His soapy, shaving-cream-coated cock jutted up towards his stomach with all the pent-up need remaining from yesterday's teasing. Their talk about Rayne's extra blowjobs had ended with her suggesting he should fuck her more often. More often had turned into multiple times each time they were together. Methodical in most aspects of his life, Jared had taken to keeping his body ready for Rayne's visits. Even when he knew he wouldn't see her, he would jerk-off at least twice a day to keep himself prepared. He wanted to be able to provide Rayne with as many orgasms per visit as possible. Jared never had a problem getting hard or staying that way. 

"This feels familiar," Claire joked. Jared doubted she saw the dirty look Ricky gave her. She focused on her task. 

"Baby, that feels really nice, but could you shave me, too?" Rayne told Ricky. Ricky was doing more fingering than shaving. 

"Hey now," Rayne said, sounding surprised. Jared glanced over and saw Ricky working deep between her legs. 

"Too intimate for you?" he asked, shaving Rayne's backside. 

"The finger up my ass was a surprise," she smiled. She caressed the side of Ricky's face. "You're not a shocker sort of boy, are you?"

"What's a shocker?" Jared asked Claire. 

She held up her hand, displaying her index finger and middle finger held closely together while her thumb held own her ring finger and her little finger was extended. "This one is the shocker," she said, indicating her little finger. It wasn't until she moved her hand like Ricky's that Jared understood. Two fingers were inside Rayne's pussy while his little finger would be inside her ass. 

"Is that something you like, too?"

A faint blush crossed Claire's face as she nodded. "Okay, check him out," Claire announced, leaning back on her heels. Rayne reached into Jared's lap and caressed him. She fondled his balls, caressed his lower belly which had been hairy earlier and stroked the entire length of his hard cock. 

"So smooth," she purred.

"How's it going over there?" Claire asked Ricky, pressing against his back and peering over his shoulder. She put her hand on Rayne's pussy and caressed the other woman, pointing out spots Ricky had missed. He gave those spots another rake of the razor. "Better," Claire said. Before her hand left Rayne, she slipped a finger inside the other woman. A look passed between them that left them both smiling. 

"We should wash off," Rayne suggested, standing and grabbing Jared's hand. She led him down to the stream near their campsite. It was the longest, outdoors walk Jared had ever made naked in his life. His hard cock bounced and throbbed as they walked, and he felt good. 

"This really does feel good," he told Rayne.

"You look so sexy," she purred, letting go of his hand and grabbing his cock instead. They waded knee deep into the water before they squatted and rinsed the soap from their bodies. "Did you notice you're bigger than Ricky?"

"No," he said, not interested in checking out Ricky.

"Well, you are and you shouldn't be embarrassed being naked around him."

"It's odder being hard around Claire again."

"It's okay if you fuck her."

"Are you saying that because you want to fuck Ricky?"

"No, I'm just saying it," she said and kissed him.

"It's okay if you fuck Ricky," he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Will you still want to fuck me, too?"

"Always," she said and kissed him again before standing and holding his hand as they walked back up the slight slope to the campsite. Jared noticed how Ricky watched Rayne while Claire divided her attention between them. 

"So who's up for naked Frisbee?" Ricky asked.

"I love Frisbee!" Rayne squealed. 

Ricky pulled a Frisbee from his tent and they stood in the clearing, tossing the flying disc back and forth and laughing as they frolicked in the sun. Afterwards, they cooled off in the water before spending time sunning themselves on a large blanket near the water's edge.

"Anyone remember the sunscreen?" Claire asked as the sun moved directly overhead. 

"I did," Rayne said, making a dash for the tent area. Ricky took a moment to excuse himself, too, heading into the woods.

"Ricky wants to fuck Rayne," Claire said, still lying on her back and keeping her voice low.

"Okay," Jared replied, lying on his front and hiding his hard-on. The hot sun on his naked body felt good, too good. Looking at Claire's naked body made remaining calm challenging. He missed her smaller breasts, responsive nipples and pert, tiny ass. Rayne's words echoed in his head. Was that what was going to happen? Were the four of them going to take turns having sex?

"Okay, as in, you're okay with him doing that?"

"Sure," Jared said. "Is that okay with you?"

Claire stared at him with a tiny smile on her face. 

Rayne returned with a bottle of oil. She sat on Jared's bare ass and massaged oil into his back and arms. She oiled his legs, starting with his ankles and working up. She used more oil on his bare ass and her tiny hand kept reaching between his legs, grabbing at his bare balls and trying to grab more. "Problem?" she giggled. "Roll over and I'll do the front."

"You can do my front," Ricky said, back from his trip to the woods. 

"Go for it," Jared said. "I want to watch." He caught the surprised look on Claire's face and worried he had said something wrong. "You know, provided it's okay with Claire, too."

"Sure," Claire said. 

Rayne stepped over the other woman and sat on Ricky's far side. "Can you see?" she asked. Jared propped himself up and watched over Claire's body while Rayne smeared the clear oil across the other man's big chest. "You have great muscles," she purred. Her hand worked over his flat stomach and kept going. She did either side of his pelvis before running her tiny hand over his cock and balls. 

"I'll give you three days to stop doing that," Ricky joked as his cock grew hard. He sat up so he could see past Claire. "This isn't bothering you, is it?" he asked Jared.

"Not at all," he said. It didn't. He could see the happy look on Rayne's face.

"What if this happens?" Rayne asked, squirting a line of oil across Claire's front. She nodded at Jared. When he didn't move, Claire grabbed his hand and put it on her stomach.

"She means you should do me," Claire explained. Jared began moving his hand up and down, once more touching breasts his hand remembered. 

"You okay?" Rayne asked Ricky. She was still caressing his hard cock.

"As long as you're doing that, I am," he said. 

Jared played it straight. He coated Claire's breasts and stomach without reaching between her legs. At one point, his fingers passed over the part of her body where she used to sport a close cropping of pubic hair and feeling her smooth felt good. Rayne squirted more oil on the other woman. He behaved himself and finished her legs. He noticed Rayne was working on Ricky's legs, too. If Ricky was embarrassed being hard, it didn't show. 

"You should let him do you," Jared told Rayne, laying back down on his front.

"You mean with oil, right?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, okay," Jared said, laughing as he realized his double entendre. 

Rayne passed off the bottle of lotion and climbed between Claire and Jared again. She laid on her front. There wasn't a lot of room between people. "Um," Ricky said, standing behind Rayne and looking for room to kneel next to her. 

"Guess you'll have to sit on my ass," Rayne giggled. Jared caught the tiny nod passed between Claire and Ricky before the short, but well-built man straddled Rayne. He squirted oil on Rayne's back. Before he could start rubbing it in, Claire smeared her hand across the puddle and wrapped her hand around Ricky's hard cock. 

"Just making sure this doesn't wind up anywhere it shouldn't," she said, stroking her boyfriend.

"Aw, you're no fun," Rayne giggled and pressed her ass upwards. 

"Careful, that thing is still loaded," Ricky laughed. He finished coating Rayne and moved back to Claire's far side still hard and needy.

* * * * *

After an hour basking in the sun, Jared grew hungry and revisited the tent area. As he rummaged for food, he noticed the rest of the party walking back towards the tents, too. They were talking and laughing as they approached. "Someone's not hard," Rayne said as they drew close. 

"I'm hungry," Jared said around a mouthful of trail mix.

"Me too," Claire said, and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Rayne stepped closer to Ricky, stroking him as Claire drew Jared's cock between her lips. She sucked him, nursing him back to a hard-on before standing and smiling. Jared didn't know what to make about what happened. He glanced at Ricky and Rayne. Rayne wore a huge smile. Ricky's smile looked forced. Claire moved back to her boyfriend, grabbing his hard cock. "I want this," she said, kissing his cheek. 

"And this," Claire said, pulling Rayne to her. Their bodies pressed together and their kiss lasted a long time. 

"Oh fuck," Ricky groaned. 

"Come with me," Claire said, pulling Rayne towards her tent.

"Where are you going?" Ricky asked.

"Inside the tent for some privacy," Claire said.

"What are we supposed to do?" Ricky asked.

"Whatever you want," Claire grinned, stooping and crawling inside the tent she shared with Ricky. Rayne followed and the camp was instantly filled with the sounds of giggles, moans and long periods of quiet. 

"Bet they're kissing," Ricky said during the first length of silence.

"Yeah, probably so," Jared agreed, feeling awkward standing around with a hard-on in front of another guy sporting his own. 

"This sucks," Ricky groaned, giving his cock a few tugs. "They're doing this on purpose."

"Probably," Jared said, sitting in the lawn chair farthest away from Ricky. The other man paced for a bit until Claire's soft moans started. 

"Sounds as if your girlfriend is eating pussy," Ricky sighed. He picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a long draw. He held it out to Jared. It was the middle of the afternoon, but Jared didn't want to appear rude. He took a small sip and passed the bottle back. "You want to fuck Claire?" Ricky asked and Jared shrugged, but that wasn't good enough for Ricky. "I'm just asking, because I sure as hell want to fuck Rayne."

"Okay," Jared said. Ricky stared at him for a long time. 

"Claire's right. You are a weird dude." Jared wasn't sure what that meant and asked. "She told me how Rayne fucks around on you."

"Sucks around," Jared clarified, unsure if it mattered.

"Fucks, sucks, whatever," Ricky laughed. He was quiet as Claire sang out with another orgasm. 

"Did she also tell you I was boring in bed?" Jared asked.

"No way!" Ricky laughed, looking as if he took much pleasure in that tidbit.

"It's why she left me."

"Well, I am pretty damn good in bed," Ricky said with his typical bravado. "She ever talk about me?"

"Some," Jared said. "She said sometimes she doesn't feel like she's enough for you."

"That's because I got all this going on," Ricky said, laughing and grabbing his junk before making a "Sh" gesture. The girls were talking. Unfortunately, their words were murmurs too soft to make out. "Probably talking about me," Ricky laughed. 

Jared chuckled out of politeness. Ricky's bravado had grown thin, and the Jack Daniels wasn't helping. 

"Yes, that's it! Eat it, girl! Eat that fucking pussy!" Rayne cried out leaving little question about what was happening. Jared rubbed his hard-on a couple times as he listened. He tried imaging Claire crouched between Rayne's legs, hunched over and eating the pretty blonde's shaved pussy. The mental image did little to ease his frustration.

"Can I fuck Claire?" Jared asked, curious where the lines were drawn.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Rayne cried out.

"Didn't you get enough of her?" Ricky asked.

"Just asking," Jared said, shrugging away the question without knowing the answer. "You can still fuck Rayne if you want."

"Yes!" Rayne yelled.

"I'm just messing with you, dude," Ricky said. "You can fuck Claire if you want. Maybe it will remind her what she's got."

Rayne's orgasmic moans were as loud as her passionate cries. The two men applauded. There were giggles from the tent followed by another hushed conversation murmured too softly to be overheard. Several minutes later, the girls emerged, looking very happy. As Rayne left the tent, she strolled directly in front of Jared wearing a very big smile. She dropped to her knees and immediately began sucking him. Claire did the same thing for Ricky. 

Rayne nursed on his hairless ball sac, running her tongue over the sensitive flesh while looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye. She pulled away and looked at Claire. Jared noticed how the two women caught each other's gaze. Without a word, Rayne pulled away. Claire did the same thing.

"Aw baby, please don't stop," Ricky groaned.

The women traded places. "Mind if I take over for her?" Rayne asked, dropping to her knees in front of the other man and picking up where Claire had left off. 

Claire did the same for Jared. A needful throb surged through him her tongue touched him. He stole a glance at Ricky to make sure the other man didn't mind. Ricky's eyes were locked on Rayne's eyes as if Claire and Jared never existed. Claire turned Jared's head back to what she was doing. Starting at his balls, she began kissing up his shaft. With each kiss, she moved closer to his swollen tip before opening her mouth and drawing him deeply inside. She settled into her rhythm and bobbed her head up and down. It was a sensation Jared's body remembered. He wondered if they were going to switch back.

"So close," Ricky murmured. "Please don't stop."

"Give it to me," Rayne assured him. "Give it all to me."

Claire wrapped her hand around the base of Jared's veiny cock and tugged on him as she sucked. She looked up at him and it looked as if her eyes were smiling at him. Jared's orgasm drew closer, too. He didn't hold back. He was too needy from too much teasing. He moaned, gasped and his cock erupted hot cream deep inside Claire's mouth. She moaned and kept milking him until he was spent. He heard Ricky's moaning and assumed that meant the other guy was coming, too.

The women kissed after their blowjobs. They groped each other's bare chests.

"Are you seeing this?" Ricky cheered.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Jared said and he pulled on his spent prick. Jared's cock remained at attention. 

"Looks like someone didn't get enough," Rayne said, noticing Jared was still hard.

"Never," he grinned. Claire grabbed his cock as if she needed to check for herself.

"Are you really still hard?" she asked. Jared nodded. "As in, hard enough to come again?"

"Not right away, but I'm hard enough to fuck," he assured her. She looked surprised. "Hey, blame that one," he said giving Rayne a happy smile. "She seems to think I'm worthless if I'm not hard."

"Well, he sort of is," Rayne said and everyone laughed. "Go ahead and take him for a ride."

Claire looked at Ricky. "Go ahead," he said. "You know me. I'm worthless for another fifteen minutes."

"Bet I can change that," Rayne said, moving back between his legs. She began sucking on his cock again while Claire stood and turned her back to Jared.

"Think this chair can hold both of us?" she asked. She slid over and around him and sighed.

"Feel like old times?" Ricky asked.

"We always did it in the bed," Claire said. She grabbed the arms of the lawn chair for leverage and worked herself and down him.

"I wasn't talking to you," Ricky laughed.





Camping on Nude Day



"It feels good," Jared said, wrapping a hand around Claire's chest and grabbing her tits. Her nipples were rock hard pebbles beneath his hand. Remembering what she liked best, he used both hands, one for each tit. He lightly pinched, rolled and pulled on her nipples.

"Oh yeah," Claire moaned, squirming down on top of him and taking him deeper. 

"As soon as she gets me hard, I'm going to fuck her," Ricky announced. No one seemed to care. 

Jared slipped a hand down Claire's trim body, past her stomach and between her legs. He wormed his fingers against her clitoris and caressed her in time with her bouncing. "Oh fuck," Claire purred and she picked up her pace. Jared knew what that meant and rubbed her faster. He trapped her swollen clit between his index and middle finger, squeezing his fingers together as she fucked him. "Oh yes!" Claire cried out, sounding more like Rayne with her volume. "YES!" and she lost her rhythm as her orgasm clutched at her body with its own need. 

She collapsed on top of Jared. Her pussy clutched at him with slower and weaker clutches until her moment had passed. When she pulled away, she stared at him for a long moment with a stunned look in her eyes. She gave him a wistful smile. Jared smiled, uncapped the Jack Daniels and took another sip. Being naked and hard in public no longer felt strange.

Once Ricky grew hard again, Rayne spun and mounted him. Claire picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels, and she took several small sips as she watched them fucking. Rayne was her usual self when it came to announcing the arrival of her climax. When she finally pulled away, she left Ricky in the same condition as Jared, hard and wet looking. 

Laughing like nymphs, the women charged back to the stream for another dip. Jared and Ricky followed after them, sporting hard-ons all the way to the water. The cool water eased the intensity of their swollen members. "I want to fuck on those rocks you and Claire visited yesterday," Rayne announced, grabbing Jared by the hand and leading him upstream.

"Guess we'll be back," he said, laughing and following after her. After the first bend in the stream, they were two naked people wearing nothing more than water shoes and smiles. 

"Ricky is so funny," she told him as they worked their way upstream. Jared didn't share his opinion. He found Ricky boorish and full of bravado. Rayne rambled on about supposedly funny things Ricky had said at different points in their camping trip. As he listened, he wondered again what Claire saw in him. Was it his muscles? As far as Jared could tell, it wasn't Ricky's intellect.

"We could hear you when we were in the tent," Rayne said, splashing through the shallower parts of the water and kicking droplets of water against her golden tan. That brought Jared back into the moment. "Did Claire really say you were boring in bed?" He nodded and Rayne added something confusing, "She misses you."

"Right," Jared said, uncomfortable with the conversation. 

"She should. You eat pussy better than she does."

"I've had more practice," he grinned and made a step upstream before Rayne stopped him. 

"Do you love me?" she asked.

Jared thought he did a good job maintaining his poker face. "I love liking you," he offered, hoping that was enough. It was a big question and one he had wrestled with since she had said it. Rayne studied him for a long time and Jared braced for whatever would happen next. He didn't expect it to be good and, at first, it felt as if he was right.

"You're a big idiot," she said, except the look on her face was wrong. She didn't look angry. Instead, after saying that, her face broke into a big smile. She surprised him with a big kiss. "And sometimes you're the smartest person I know." 

"Okay, I'm lost," he said, very confused and feeling very far away from being bright.

"Because I love liking you, too," she sang. Her smile faded a bit when she grabbed his cock and squeezed it. Looking serious, she said, "Though I do think I love this." She kept rubbing him. "And this," she added, kissing him. "Oh, and these," she said, grabbing his hand and kissing his fingers. "And this, too," she said, laying his hand against the middle of his chest.

"Ricky's better built," he said, unsure if he was supposed to say something or not.

"I meant your heart, silly." Throughout her inventory, she had never stopped caressing him and it showed. Jared felt the shallow water rushing around his ankles as he wondered how to reply.

"Thank you?" he tried. She gave him another kiss before pulling him towards a series of flat rocks amongst a rapid. She sat and he did, too. The water circled around his body, played with his bare balls and kept him hard. "Do you think I'm boring in bed?" he asked.

Rayne laughed. "You're the best lover I've ever had." There was that "L" word again. "That's what I just tried telling you. I love making love to you." Her repeated use of the word love worried him until she added, "But I know I don't love you. Like you said, I love liking you, but that's different, isn't it?"

"Yeah," he said. He picked up a flat rock and tried skipping it. It sank instead. That felt like his love life.

"Do you think Claire loves Ricky?"

"I don't know," he said. He knew he hoped not. "What do you think?"

"Then let's go back," she said, standing up and holding out her hand to him. 

"I thought you wanted to fuck on those rocks."

"Change of plans," she said. Confused, he walked with her. After a few minutes, they reached the last bend of the stream before the camping site. Rayne stopped, dropped to her knees in the water and sucked on Jared. It only took a few bobs of her head to make him completely hard again. "That's better," she said, standing and walking again. After the bend, they returned to the campsite with Jared sporting a hard-on.

"That didn't take long," Ricky said. The two of them were still sitting near the tents. Claire was reading a book. Ricky's hard-on had faded. 

"I like the scenery here better." Claire tucked down the corner of her book and set it aside with a curious smile on her face. Claire's looked summed up how everyone else felt, too. Ricky did the best job at guessing her intentions by tugging his prick back to life. In a few more moments, he wouldn't need the extra help.

Rayne directed Jared to a lawn chair. She picked up the bottle of Jack and fed Jared another sip before taking one for herself. After setting the bottle aside, she smiled at Jared. "Is this seat taken?" she asked. She slid herself over his hard cock. "Mm, I like this chair," she giggled, squirming against him. She bounced up and down a few times as their audience watched with amused looks on their faces.

"You came back to camp for an audience?" Claire asked. 

"I'm sorry, is this rude?" she asked, standing and leaving behind Jared's hard, wet cock. 

"You can sit over here if you'd like," Ricky said.

Jared had no idea what kind of game Rayne was playing or even if she was playing a game. Without more information, he tended to take people at face value. His best guess was the same as Claire's, Rayne wanted an audience.

"Gosh, they both look so good, don't they?" Rayne asked, standing and staring between the two men. "Which one should I choose?"

"Mine," Ricky said, earning raised eyebrows from Claire. He grinned as if suggesting he was only kidding.

"Your choice," Jared replied. 

"My, my, what interesting answers," Rayne said before sitting down in the empty chair between them. Jared didn't know what else to do, so he laughed. When Claire laughed with him, he felt as if had made the right choice. Ricky was last to laugh. 

"Tease," he muttered.

"No, I think this is teasing," Rayne said, twisting around in her lawn chair and making full use of it. She raised a foot into the seat, turned towards Rick and began rubbing herself. "I mean, with two hard cocks and I think an eager mouth . . ." She looked at Claire, who nodded. ". . . It doesn't make any sense for me to do this, does it?" She played with her tits, too. "Unless I'm just showing off or trying to drive someone crazy."

"Two can do that," Ricky said, stroking his cock.

"Yeah, but if I get off, I'm not wasting an orgasm. I'm just warming up."'

"Then go for it," he said, putting his hands on his thighs and allowing his cock to openly throb for all to see. Rayne's reply was to keep doing what she was doing. Ricky watched for a few moments longer before picking up the bottle of Jack and taking another swig. 

"Careful," Claire cautioned him. "You'll get drunk too early, have another orgasm and then pass out for the night." It sounded as if she was speaking from firsthand experience.

"This is torture," he said, unable to take his eyes off Rayne's very personal manipulations of her most intimate body parts. "Maybe we can give her something to masturbate to."

"I'm fine," she said, shaking her head.

"Besides, I think we already are," Jared suggested. Both girls giggled, and he felt good because he had guessed another one right. He wasn't immune to Rayne's play. His cock was every bit as hard as Ricky's, though his view wasn't quite as dead on. It didn't matter. He could see enough. If Rayne wanted to tease, he would let her. He thought it was as much fun as it was frustrating.

"Remember when you gave me the shocker?" Rayne asked Rick. She changed something about how she was touching herself, something Jared couldn't see, but he saw Jared's eyes going wide. "That felt so good," she purred. 

"You're missing it, dude," Ricky reported.

"I'm fine," Jared said and he caught how Claire smiled at his answer. 

"Does he ever give you the shocker?" Rayne asked Claire.

"Sometimes."

"Do you like it?"

"Sometimes."

"Ever wish he'd do more than that?"

"I know he does," Claire giggled though she looked flushed. Jared saw how her nipples looked long and hard. He noticed her squirming before she parted her legs and began rubbing her clit, too. "It's okay if I do more than watch, isn't it?" 

"More eye candy for me," Rayne cooed, watching Claire. "You tasted so good this afternoon."

"Mm, you too," Claire purred. She rocked a nipple between her thumb and forefinger while keeping her other hand between her legs. "It's been too long since I did that."

"I'll let you do it anytime you want." She glanced over her shoulder at Jared. "Is that okay with you?" He nodded. How would that be different than the other stuff Rayne already did?

"It's okay with me, too, if I can watch," Ricky groaned. 

"You get to watch right now," Rayne said. 

"I want to do more than watch."

"How much more?" she asked.

"Everything more."

"Do you want to fuck me?" 

"God yes," he moaned as his cock throbbed.

"Maybe fuck me here?" she asked and Jared could guess she didn't mean her pussy.

"Please," Ricky gasped.

"Or maybe you just want to eat me. Would you do that for me?"

"I'd rather fuck you."

"So many conditions," Rayne giggled. "I don't think it would be fair if I fucked you again."

"Why not?"

"Because I've only fucked my boyfriend once since we got here. If I fuck you again, then would make twice for you and only once for him."

"So?" Ricky asked before catching himself. "I mean, you always get to fuck him, you know?"

"I know, I like fucking him. He usually fucks me two or three times a night."

Claire looked surprised. She glanced at Jared and mouthed a single word, Really? He grinned and shrugged. He didn't think now was the time to explain their arrangement. Either way, Claire smiled and rubbed herself faster. Ricky tried saying something about how he would fuck Rayne four or five times a night. Claire threw her head back as if she was going to burst out laughing before shaking away the expression. 

"Give me a second," Rayne said. "I'm almost there." She fingered herself faster and Jared could hear the wet, smacking sound her fingers made against her wet pussy. His cock throbbed harder. It sounded so sexy. "Oh yes!" she moaned. "Yes! Here it comes!" And the rest of the sounds she made weren't words at all. 

"Fuck that was hot," Ricky said, stunned. 

"I still want more," Rayne told him.

"Can I help?"

"Want to go for a walk?" she asked, standing and stretching. 

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, maybe those rocks?"

"I thought you said you like an audience."

"I lied," Rayne said holding out her hand for him. She stopped at Jared's chair whispered in his ear, "Have fun," before she kissed him and headed towards the banks with Ricky. "Now how many times did you say you could do me?" she asked him. 

"Twice more if she's lucky," Claire muttered. "And if he has a chance to rest in between." She smiled at Jared. "I came, too," she revealed. 

"I saw," he said and he had, but in the shadow of Rayne's performance, Claire's orgasm felt secondary.

"Will you let me help you out with that?" Claire asked, gesturing at his hard cock.

"Yes," he said without hesitation. 

"Is it okay if we do by the water?"

"I can't promise I'll last long." 

"That's okay," she said and took his hand as they walked towards the blankets still sitting on the banks. 

"If they change their mind and come back, they'll see us," Jared pointed out.

"That's okay, too," Claire sat on the blankets and patted the empty spot next to her. When they began kissing, her lips felt so familiar to him. He caressed her chest, touching again those hard nipples he liked so much. He appreciated Rayne's chest, except she was bustier than Claire, and he always felt as if more than a handful was waste. He liked that he could completely cover one of Claire's breasts with his hand, and he did, capturing her nipple between his fingers and moving her entire breast. She moaned into his mouth as her hand grabbed at his shaved balls "I want you," she said, pushing him backwards. "I want you deep inside me." He didn't argue.

Claire straddled him in the waning sunlight. The shadows crisscrossing their clearing were long and full. She eased herself on top of him, pressed her hands against his chest and squirmed. "I missed these," he said, pinching both nipples in the way he knew she liked best. Claire's eyes fluttered.

"I thought you said you weren't going to last," she gasped.

"I'm won't," he promised, already feeling his need rising to a fevered pitch.

"Good," she said and ground herself against him instead of thrusting. She rocked hard on him and surprised him by coming with him. He hadn't planned it that. Any control he felt was an illusion, and he knew it. He was amazed he lasted past entry. Instead, he managed lasting until she found another orgasm. They came together, gasping and moaning the entire time. "Fuck, I needed that," she purred, resting her head on his chest. "I can't do this with Ricky."

"Fuck?" he asked, confused.

"No, lay my head on his chest. He's too short, or I'm too tall or something. Anyway, I'm always having to put my head next to his." She squeezed her internal muscles. "Are you still hard?"

"I can be," he said.

"No way," she said, rolling off of him and looking at his spent cock. She squeezed him. "I guess you're a little soft."

"Rayne and I have an agreement. If I fuck her often enough, she won't fuck other guys."

"What about sucking them?"

"We never talked about that," he said with a goofy grin.

"Are you really going to stay hard?" Claire asked, still caressing him.

"My record is five."

"Five what?"

"Five times in one night."

"You came five times in one night?"

"Well, technically the last two happened the next morning, but yeah."

Claire giggled and kissed him.

"Want to do it again?" he asked.

"Yes," Claire said. Jared started out on top. He felt more firm than hard and knew that would change. That's how it happened with Rayne, too. He alternated long, slower strokes with half a dozen faster ones. The combination did a good job at making him hard again. Once he was hard, all the way hard, he suggested they change position.

"Roll over," he said, positioning Claire on her side, facing away from him and spooning against her. He slipped back inside of her and rocked her towards him. He knew this was a good position because it took the pressure off their bodies. Better yet, he could drape his hand over her side and reach everywhere that was important. He played with her nipples, and when it felt as if she was getting close, he slipped his hand between her legs. 

"Yes!" Claire said, and he immediately felt her orgasm. He kept stroking, enjoying how it felt. 

"More?" he asked. She nodded, and he had her roll on her belly while he climbed between her legs. When she tried moving into a doggie-style, he pushed her down. "No, like this," he said and he pressed against her tiny ass every stroke. That felt really good to him. He leaned over and kissed her neck. He nibbled on her a bit without biting. "I'm close," he said, reaching a point where he could go either way. 

"Do it," she said. "Come inside of me again." Jared nodded, even though she couldn't see him do it and began thrusting with greater purpose. Without being told, Claire figured out doing the same thing Rayne would do when they fucked like this. She snaked her hand between her legs and cupped her sex. He could feel her fingers on every stroke and that felt even better. 

"Yes," he hissed. "Yes!" and he went rigid for a moment before his orgasm began. "Yeah," he sighed.

"Did you feel me coming, too?" she asked.

"I did," he assured her and pulled away. She rolled over, smiling. He helped her up and they slipped into the water to cool off. Fucking outside on hot days produced a sweat. 

"You're still not really soft, are you?" Claire asked, looking at him through the clear water.

"Not really," he said. She motioned for him to stand.

"What if I do this?" she asked and she started sucking him. "Can you get hard again?"

"Probably," he said and watched her sucking him. He missed her shorter hair as he caressed her head. She did a good job on his cock. It felt good and he reacted, slowly his long, fat cock grew hard again. When it did, she pulled away and admired it. "Are you stopping?" he asked.

"Is that okay?"

"Sure," he said. "Are you getting hungry, too?" She said she was and they made their way back to the campsite. They had to stoke the fire again before they could start cooking.

"If Ricky can get hard again tonight, I'll need to fuck him," Claire mentioned.

"Okay," Jared said, unsure why she felt the need to make that announcement.

"What about you?"

"I'll be able to fuck Rayne if she wants it." He wagged his hard cock at her. 

"Amazing," she said. "Have you always been like this?"

"Amazing," Claire said and she looked down the clearing. "Well, here comes Studly and your girlfriend." 

"Is he still hard?"

"Nope," Claire giggled. 

As soon as Rayne reached the camp, she gave Jared a big kiss. "Didn't she take care of you?"

"Twice," he said. "What about you? Did you have fun getting trapped between a rock and a hard-on?"

Rayne leaned close and whispered her reply. "He came once and we spent the rest of the time with him wishing he could get hard again."

Ricky picked up the bottle of Jack. He toasted it towards Rayne. "That's some woman you got there."

"Same to you," Jared said, accepting the bottle from him and taking a sip. He held it up and marveled how half the bottle had vanished during that afternoon. "We might need more of this."

"We only have tonight left," Claire said.

"I'm with Jared," Rayne said and tossed back a healthy swallow of her own. 

While they ate and chatted, Ricky kept sipping at the bottle of Jack. After dinner, the girls excused themselves for a trip into the woods. "Even in wild, they do it together," Ricky snorted. He looked drunk.