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Come with Me Ch. 01

By: always_learning



Thanks to my husband who did the final editing and my friends who helped along the way. Matt, Mike and Halley

~Come with Me~

My husband, Mark, was in the Navy and on his first deployment since we got married. Before he left we came to an understanding about what we would allow the other person to do. I'm not sure if that understanding made things easier or harder on me. I knew at all times I could do something, if only there were some one around I cared to do anything with. But then my friends from back home called me and we set up a camping trip. It was something we did fairly often, and I had known these guys for years but we rarely saw each other since we had lived in different towns. They were people I could relax with and had a lot in common with too. One of those things we had in common was guns. We all shot. So for the first time we decided to take our handguns with us and get in some shooting before we started our daily binge drinking that happened every time we went camping. 

Because of the inclusion of the shooting, a friend of Mark's, Todd, decided he would join us, even though he is not exactly the most outgoing guy and usually dislikes people in large groups. He likes shooting, drinking, and camping, so he said he would be joining. The fact that his best friend's wife was going to be spending an extended weekend in the woods with a bunch of guys probably bothered him too. He felt that while Mark was gone he had to look out for me, even though I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. "Just looking out for Mark's interests" he would say. To me it sounded more like "looking after his friend's property." He was a good guy and I liked his company, even if he was aloof and scowled a lot. He was also pretty cute, funny, and smart and could tell the best stories. We weren't really friends because he was so aloof. He was Mark's friend and I just happened to be some one that he hung out with because of that. 

Since Mark had deployed Todd and I had spent some time together; not much. But I had gotten to know him a bit better. I think he even started to loosen up around me. That could have just been me getting used to him though. I hate eating or watching movies alone and I barely knew any one else in town so I would often call him up to see if he wanted to join me. Once a week or so, we would hang out. Some times we would go drinking together but he never drank much. And he always dropped me off at my door when he drove. He refused invitations to come in afterwards. I guessed he was just old fashioned about some things. I knew he wasn't dating any and hadn't in a long time. He had been deployed for the majority of four years and was too professional to date any one he worked with. Or it could have just been that he was a real loner and didn't want the company. I had remarked to Mark on a few occasions that maybe Todd would be less stony if he just got laid every now and then. But he was stony, so I just tried my best not to make him uncomfortable since I am pretty outgoing. 

The original plan was that I was going to share a tent with a friend, Ben, who was going and didn't have a tent. When Todd joined I was going to let him borrow a spare tent. I told my husband of my plans and he said that more than likely Todd would get pissy about me sleeping in a tent with a guy he didn't know that wasn't my husband. Talk about old fashioned. So, I figure whatever and Ben gets his own tent to sleep in and Todd and I share. Todd has Mark's spare sleeping bag. I have mine. I have no problems with this arrangement and Todd doesn't voice any either. I have to assume he doesn't mind.

The trip comes up and I am psyched. Todd and I drive down to the campsite. We chat casually on the way down. We're comfortable with each other and have gone on road trips before to go to gun shows so by now this is nothing new for us. I mention to Todd that I have no real modesty and these are my buds so I am completely at ease around them. He shouldn't be surprised or bothered by some of the stuff that will happen that weekend. He says he understands and I can only hope he does. He knows I am a flirt and I just hope he doesn't take anything that happens with the guys too serious. After a 4 hour drive we finally get there. Most of the guys are there already. We set up our tent quickly and toss our stuff in. I change into a skirt. It's easier to camp this way when there is no plumbing. 

The rest of the group shows up around 2pm and after hugs, hellos and introductions it is time to get started. It is pretty hot out and being guys most of them have taken their shirts off to stay cool. I know these guys and am completely comfortable with them. So I figure if they can take off their shirts I can take mine off as well. And I do. Todd turns and looks at me as I pull it over my head. I tell him he can get over it if it bothers him. I did warn him after all. He just frowns, quirks his eyebrow at me and shrugs it off. But he looks at the others as he does so. A few glance over, but don't really care or at least don't say anything. Like I said, these guys know me and my complete lack of modesty. I've spent more than one camping trip without a shirt with them. No one cares. My bra covers my boobs as much as a bikini top would so it's not like I am showing a lot of flesh. I can feel the heat of the sun soaking into my black bra. It feels great. I have always loved that feeling. 

Things get all set up. Guns are passed around and talked about. I pull out my .45's and the .22. It's show and tell for a bit as we all look over everyone else's collection. Finally everything is poked at enough and the targets are waiting. We head off to shoot. Todd makes a comment about hot brass and singed boobs so I pull out my range jacket. And zip it up. "I'm not stupid you know. I have enough scars as it is from stupid shit." Todd just turns and walks out to the targets with everyone else. He does not seem happy with my attire. Or lack of as the case may be. Of course, you can't expect these guys to not make comments. But the comments made are what I would expect from them and I give as good as I get. Some might consider it sexual harassment but it is not meant with any real feeling. In reality, no one cares. Except Todd it seems. You can watch his back get tighter as the rest of us throw comments back and forth.

"You know Julia; you should have a bit more shielding on those. I can hold them while you shoot if you want."

"Pffffffft dude you need all the concentration you have just to make sure you don't shoot yourself in the leg. Besides, you don't have anything big enough to handle what I've got." 

There is good natured ribbing and bragging. Sam and Stu make comments about my attire. Sam suggests my aim would be helped if I didn't have the hindrance of the jacket and maybe I should take it off. I tell him to shut up.

"I can't aim if you keep making me laugh."

"Well it's not my fault if your tits bounce every time I get near them!"

My shot goes wide as I laugh out loud. I tell him, "Ok either shut up on your own or I will make you shut up."

He smiles evilly at me and waits for me to aim before making another comment. "Maybe the zipper is building up a charge from rubbing against your bra. You should just take them both off." Ok, razzing is razzing, and I can take that without a problem. But now he is fucking with my shooting too. And to be frank, I'm not good enough to be distracted as I shoot without being horrible. Enough is enough. 

I walk over to him, lean into his seat and whisper in his ear, "Don't make me bust out the baby oil." and nip his ear where no one can see what I have done. Sam and I have a bit of history as well. And I know for a fact that oiled up boobs makes his head explode. I did it once over web cam as a lark and it quickly turned into something a bit more. Of course the others don't know about any of that and I have never given them reason to suspect that I would ever do that. Sam has done the same. I keep his secrets, he keeps mine. Since we are in similar situations with our spouses we understand each other and the desire not to let some things out as general knowledge. It would be really annoying for people to find out that our spouses let us play with others. And we know that everyone would give us no end of grief about it too if they found out we fooled around.

So we keep those things between ourselves and on occasion have fun on web cams. Sam shuts up. And gulps as he stares at my boobs and I can see him remember the sight of them covered in baby oil and rocking in front of the web cam. Sam's weak spot is my boobs it seems. I try to use these powers only for good. I go back to shooting and get a few strange looks, wondering what I said. A couple of the guys ask Sam what I said and Sam replies that I threatened to smother him if he didn't shut up.

I laugh, "Tell 'em the truth! I threatened to take away your chimichangas if you fucked up my shooting again." I holler back as I get back into stance. 

"Ouch! That's a low blow Julia!" 

Ok maybe threatening to take a guy's food away is mean, but it was the only thing I could come up with quickly. I laugh. "Maybe, but my aim is bad enough without all the laughing damn it!" I prove this as I wing the target. Not my best day with shooting. 


We take turns shooting as there isn't enough room for all of us to shoot safely at the same time. I get done with the ammo I had with me and head back to the chairs. I take off my jacket and enjoy the day. Good friends, good beer, good conversations and a night of fire and more beer waiting. We're all just milling around. Catch up with each other and checking out each other's guns and trading pointers. I end up standing by Stu and Todd watching as Todd gives Stu a few pointers in his stance. Todd takes the gun and shows the stance he uses to shoot and explains why it works for him. He is damn good at teaching others how to shoot and shoot well. Then he squeezes off a round. Of course, the brass flies out, bounces off his arm and smacks onto the top of my boob. I shout and dance backwards slapping at it. Todd drops the stance and turns to look at me, laughing his ass off. Stu is just staring with his mouth open, seemingly unsure of what to say or do. I knock the brass off of me and glare up at Todd. He raises his hands into the air, his look of passiveness ruined by the .45 in his hand.

"Not my fault. I warned you to cover them up."

"Well hell, they were covered when I was shooting! I didn't think you'd use telekinesis to throw hot brass at me!" I continue to glare at him, not really meaning it though. Shit happens. 

"Then maybe you should keep them covered or at least get away from the firing area." No longer amused, he turns back to the shooting.

Stu asks if I'm ok but I shrug it off and walk back to the chairs where the others that are presently not shooting are sitting. Sam is there again, kicked back in his seat with a beer in his hand. He hands me one as I walk up and I accept it with a thanks as I check the spot again where the bullet landed. 

"What is it with you and burning your tits woman?" Yeah, I've done the same thing before. 

"Hell if I know. It doesn't seem to matter if they are covered or not though, I still get burned. And it still hurts too. Grrr!"

Sam pats his leg, "Poor Julia, how about you sit down on Uncle Sam's lap and tell me all about your owie."

I grin at him, over come with a sudden urge to be bad. There is more then one reason Sam always gives me a hard time. I reciprocate. The heat on my breasts, the slight bite of pain, the smell in the air, all come together and affect me. I slide down into Sam's lap and put my arm around his shoulders and lean into him.

"Does that mean you're gonna kiss my booboo and make it all better?" I ask with a wicked grin.

Sam looks up at my face for a moment and looks like a fish caught out of water as his mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out. I look down at him and try not to laugh out loud but can't help grinning at his shocked face. 

Dave perks up though and says, "I think you broke his brain Julia. But I'll kiss it and make it better for ya!"

Caught up in the fun of the flirting I hop up from Sam's lap and walk over to Dave. I plop down into his lap and ask him with a silly little pout, "Do you promise?"

He smiles up at me, all laughter in his eyes and says, "Yes, don't worry. Now where does it hurt?"

I point to the spot where the shell hit me and he leans forward and lays a gentle kiss on it, his beard tickling my cleavage and brushing against the tops of my breasts. Then he looks up at me and asks, "Is that good now?"

I laugh down at him and say, "Oh honey, you know it's all good!"

Dave grins at me and Sam looks over and shrieks out "HEY! I was gonna do that!"

I laugh at him and say, "Well, I asked you but you never answered. Dave took care of it though."

I smiled at him and Dave laughs and gives me a little squeeze around my hips.

"That's what you get for not rising to the occasion!" I laughed too and kissed Dave on the top of his shaggy head.

"Well then thank you Dave for rising to the occasion when I needed it." I said with a fake sultry voice.

Sam said "Oh I'll rise to your occasion Julia, don't worry." just as Todd and Stu walked up.

I laugh as they both gave Sam a look and he squawks out, "What?! She started the shit!" then takes a big swig of beer and starts muttering under his breath. Todd glares. Stu, who is used to us and our flirting, just shakes his head.

Stu comes over and sits on the cooler beside Dave and I. "We're out of ammo. If we're going to shoot tomorrow we might want to run into town now to get some."

I stand up and hand him my beer. "Well Todd bought all the shit we brought, so I guess it's my turn to buy now."

Sam stands up, "And I'm still sober and can get out the easiest too. What all do we need to pick up?"

Everyone names off their caliber and brand they want and I write it all down and take money from everyone. I figure we might pick up some beer too if we can find some Yuengling on sale. I make a list, stuff it in my bag and start walking with Sam to his Jeep. Todd makes a comment about coming along but there isn't room for a 3rd person. I ask him if there is anything else he wants to grab from town. He looks at us then shrugs. "I guess not." I retrieve my shirt from where I had left it in camp and slip it on. We head off. 

Sam and I ride for a bit across the field to the road in silence. Then he says without looking at me, "That was a pretty low down thing you did back there."

I turn and look at him. "You mean with the burn? Or the baby oil comment?" He just nods. I laugh. 

"I did offer. You were just too slow. Besides I could have been worse ya know."

He looks over at me as I pick my bag up and pull the travel sized bottle of baby oil out of it. He groans, "You gotta be shitting me."

I laugh and apply a little to my finger and rub it on the burn. "mmmmmmmm" I moan, "Much better!"

He grips the steering wheel harder as we head down a hill, still a distance from the road but now out of sight from the camp. "Ok now you're killing me. You're boobs are coated with sweat and now you're adding baby oil to them too? What the fuck, Julia? You're a sadist."

I laugh and lean back in the seat, kicking one foot up onto the dash. "Not yet I'm not. I can still be worse." I wait for him to look over and run my hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up as I go till my fingers are resting on my bare pussy, now fully exposed. I slip one finger inside and lean back farther in my seat. I close my eyes and moan. All of a sudden the Jeep jerks to the right, then back to the left. Sam slams on the brakes and we skid to a halt as I cackle and grip the door and seat for balance. He whips around and stares at me, "Oh I get it now! You're trying to kill us both!"

I turn and look at him. "I don't tease this much unless I plan on doing something fun." I hold my wet finger out to him. "So, here's another offer. You want this?" Without waiting for an answer I slide it across his lips, wetting them with my pussy juice. I know Sam is a pussy licking fiend. It is what he likes most. More than beer even he says. He does what I figured he would do. He grabs onto my wrist and sucks my finger in. I enjoy the feel of it and watch him savor it. Finally he finishes the little bit that was on my finger and pulls back. I turn in the seat to face him, my legs splayed across my seat, my foot on the seat, and my skirt still bunched up around my waist.

"There's more if you want it." I tell him. He looks down, then up at me again. Then back down. "Are you going to wait too long again, Sam?"

He looks up at me and turns off the Jeep. "Get out."

He reaches into the back and pulls out a thick blanket then jumps out the driver's side. My twisted side pops up at that moment. "What do you say, Sam?" He turns and looks at me. "What – do – you - say?" I drag each word out as I slide my fingers over myself. He watches my fingers move then looks up at my face again. Confusion is written all over his face. "I know you know how to play this game Sam." As I lick my fingers off slowly. "Now, what should you say to get a taste of my pussy?" I see him catch on. 

He looks me in the eyes. "Please."

I smile. "Since you asked so nicely..." I hop out of the Jeep. My adrenaline is rushing as I get out of the Jeep and meet him in the front where he is spreading out the blanket on the ground. I half can't believe I am doing this. But I knew it was a distinct possibility since the time with the web cam, making him ask for each new thing and surprising him with a few of my own. Knowing I could play with him and he wouldn't say a word about it to anyone. I was insanely curious about his flaunted abilities to continue eating for hours. And my pussy juices were flowing more then my adrenaline at this point. I drop down and spread my legs. "All you can eat, Sam." I heard myself say it, but it still shocked me a bit. I'm not normally so blunt. Five months without any physical action other then myself was getting to me, though. I was just past my endurance! It was worth the bluntness when he dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned down with his head between my legs.

"Hell yeah." I heard him whisper before his hands slid under my ass and lifted me up a bit. The first lap of his tongue was firm, started at my ass and went all the way up to the top. A damn good start, I think as my breath shudders out. He does a few more full swipes then slides his tongue between my lips where he quickly works it back and forth, sliding it deeper in each time. I wiggle my hips and arch up to meet his face. He continues to slide his tongue back and forth, just south of where I really want it to be. I moan and wiggle my hips again, trying to move down to meet his tongue. I can feel him smile and he swipes his tongue over my clit. I jerk.

"More!"

He nods, "Whatever you say," he mutters with his face in my pussy, and lays into it. Lapping at it like a cat. I twitch and moan with the feel of his tongue. I pull my shirt back off and undo to front clasp of my bra and take it off. I feel Sam look up at my movements and smile and stretch in the warmth of the sun. I arch my back up to enjoy the feel of the sun light on my bare nipples. The heat and the action make them pucker up. Sam reaches up and rolls one nipple between his fingers as he continues to lap. I sigh and sink into the sensations, closing my eyes and watching the red light dance on the inside of my eyelids. It seems to go in rhythm with the wonderful tongue lashing I'm being given. I feel relaxed all of a sudden. Perfectly content in this field in the middle of nowhere with our friends just out of sight and the warm day soaking into my mostly nude body and Sam eating away at my pussy and making me twitch and moan. I don't stay relaxed for long though.


Come with Me Ch. 01



Sam continues lapping and I feel my first orgasm mounting. My chest tightens and my breathing picks up pace. I run my hands down into his hair, goading him into going faster. Again he obligates. I tense up as I am almost there. He slides a finger into my pussy, quick and hard, and it sends me over the edge. My hands clench on the blanket and I stretch out as I'm rocked by the orgasm. My jaw clenches as I try not to yell out. I'm afraid that if I do, the others will hear. My body shudders as it leaves me and Sam slows the pace. He raises his head and slowly starts working his finger in and out of me while watching my face. 

"Fuck yeah..." I smile, and start bucking up against his hand. He picks up his pace and I start moving in rhythm with him. I feel him slow and know what he is about to do. "Only one finger." He stops and looks up at me. "Two hurts a bit and makes me raw. Just use one."

"Damn Julia, you're tight but not that tight."

I laugh, "I will be. I get tighter with every orgasm."

He looks back down at where his finger is and wiggles it a bit, "This I gotta see." I rub myself up against his hand again,

"Then you better get to work." Sam is so obliging today. He gets back to work with gusto.

He curves his finger so it slides over my g spot with every stroke and times it perfectly with a lap to the clit. He really does know what he is doing. It doesn't take me long to work up to another orgasm under his skills. I let out a low moan as I come, unable to keep all sound in this time. Just as the orgasm is ending I feel another finger at my ass. I push down against it but it disappears. I am about to say something until I feel it come back. This time it is wet. He slowly slides his finger into my ass and my third orgasm rips through me immediately. I feel his knuckle hit just as he sucks my clit and I am gone again into sensation. I come hard and can feel the muscles clenching his finger in my pussy. Not too tight, but not letting go now either. The orgasms just keep coming and I can't stop myself now from moaning out loud. My thighs tremble as the muscles convulse and I do my best not to crush his head between my thighs. He moves his hand and both fingers slide in and out together. The feeling is mind blowing. I arch my back a bit, because I can't not. The speed of his hand picks up and I'm already coming down from another orgasm when I realize that he isn't licking any more. I look down at him. He is watching me as he finger fucks me in both my ass and pussy. Then I realize what he is really watching. He is watching my boobs bounce. Sam might eat pussy, but he can't not stare at the boobs. I rock against his hand with his thrusts, making my boobs bounce more. He is nearly mesmerized.

"Sam," his eyes move to my face, "eat." He looks startled for a moment then looks back down. "Suck my clit Sam. Don't wait too long again." That gets him going and he goes back to lapping at my pussy. Switching between lapping my clit and lapping at my canal where his finger is working furiously. He never takes his eyes off my breasts though. I come again, harder this time and he pulls his fingers out to lap up my juices as I do so which prolongs the orgasm and makes it sharper. I half rise up with it as my muscles convulse leaving me shaking on the blanket.

Sam sits there and watches me. I gasp to catch my breath and let my legs fall back closed. Then I look at him with his wet chin. "Was it good for you?" I quip, not sure what else to say. I expect him to still be rock hard and waiting. He laughs, leans back and shows his unzipped pants.

"Hell yeah, it was good for me two orgasms ago."

I laugh as I sit up and see what happened. I wonder just when he had pulled his dick out and gotten off. It's obvious he has from the spent dick and the lovely puddle where he was stretched out while eating my pussy. "Maybe we should get cleaned up then and head into town. We don't want to take too long after all."

He nods again and stands up. "Yeah that's true. Hopefully I got something in the truck to clean up with."

I walk around to the passenger side of the truck and pick up my bag. "Sam, catch." I toss a few wet naps at him. Then I open one and start cleaning myself up and putting my clothes on. Sam looks at the packet in his hand then over at me. "Why am I not surprised you have these with you?" he asks and he opens the first one and starts cleaning off his hands.

I laugh, "Always be prepared. This is a camping trip. I always have these on camping trips and a pack of them in my car too."

Sam laughs, "Suuure they are for camping. Right."

I smile "What can I say? I'm a freak. And messy. They come in handy." We finish cleaning up, stuff the used wet naps into a loose bag in the Jeep and head into town. I sit back in the passenger seat, enjoying the wind rushing by and the lovely ache that is always left after a few hard orgasms. I smile and look over at Sam. He is watching the road and acting like nothing happened.

"You cool over there?" I ask him.

He looks over. "Yeah, I'm cool. A little shocked, but I'm cool. So Mark's not gonna get pissed and come up chop off my dick or anything is he?"

I laughed. "No, I told him about what happened on the web cam. He laughed and told me you would be a good guy to get my rocks off with. So I think he'll be fine with it."

He nods again. "That's good. I like my cock. Mark can have it if he wants, don't get me wrong, I'd just prefer it stayed where it is while he has it ya know."

I laugh, Sam is such a fun freaky guy and I tell him so. He smiles and as he turns into the Wal-Mart parking lot says, "Yeah but you like me like that."

I laugh as he parks. "You're right. I wouldn't have you any other way. Except maybe underneath me." I quip as I get out of the Jeep.

"You never quit, do you, Julia?"

I walk over and join him, linking my arm through his, "Nope! And you wouldn't want me any other way, would ya?" He laughs and we go inside to make our purchases. I'm relaxed again with my bud. While I had been pretty sure that we could play and still be casual with each other, I wasn't positive. Now I was relieved, in more ways then one, by Sam's reaction to what we had done. He treated me no different than normal. And I could act the same as always with him too. 

We get all of the ammo on the list and some more beers and mixers and head back to camp. I did, however, pick up a few packets of Dove body wipes. I had a feeling I would need them before the weekend was over and I only had a few in my tent for normal morning clean ups. Sam and I secure our bags in the back; I toss the Dove wipes into my bag and get in the car. Sam pulls out and we head back to camp. The sun is getting low but it's still light out as we get back to the land. Still we take it a bit slower heading in then we had coming out. Shadows are forming and Sam doesn't want to get the Jeep stuck in a rut we can't quite see. Just as we start heading up the last hill before camp, where we had stopped before, I look over at Sam and ask "So, you want to stop and play again?"

He looks back over at me and slows the vehicle. "You're up for more already?"

I laugh, "Sweetie, I told you, I'm always up for more. The question is are you up for it?" Sam lets the forward motion stop, and engages the clutch so we roll backwards down the hill. At the base he sets the emergency brake. "I'll take that as a yes."

Sam is out of the Jeep and around to my side before I can step over the bags to get out. He opens my door and for a moment I think he is being a gentleman and helping me out. Instead he grabs one leg and swings it around, pushing my skirt up with the other hand and he starts to lower himself between my legs. I laugh as I catch on and slide my ass forward in the seat so he can get a better angle on it and lay back against the console. I lift my hips a bit and pull my skirt up as he plants his face between my legs. 

No playing, no easing into things. He just starts right in, licking it just enough to get it wet before sliding a finger in. Just a simple case off "let's get off" and I am so fine with that plan. His hand grips the back of my thighs, holding them up and out of the way so he can have easy access to my pussy. The other leg is kicked up, the foot resting on the door. Not the most comfortable position, but it works. Always quick to come, I quickly have an orgasm from his fierce finger banging. I can feel the juices sliding down before he quickly licks them off. He lets go with his other hand, to open his fly I am sure and I try shifting around so I can put the other foot on the door frame but it doesn't work. I simply don't have enough room to bend like that. Trying to do so though tightens up my pussy and makes the sensations stronger and Sam makes a noise deep in his throat right before he starts sucking on my clit. Another orgasm rips through me and I bonk my head on the console as I jerk with it.

As soon as I can breathe again I say, "Sam, hold on, this just isn't working that good." He stops and looks up at me. I drop both legs down, forcing him to back up. I can see that he is hard through his pants, even though his shirt is untucked. It looks like he got his fly halfway down but then had to stop. "Besides, this is hardly fair to you. I'm getting all the fun stuff and you have to rely on your hand."

He takes another step back and asks, "So what would you suggest?" I smile and get out of the truck. I drop my skirt off my hips and pick it up with my foot putting it on the seat behind me. Then I pull off my shirt and bra as well. He unzips his pants and stars to take them off but then stops. "Ok, I have no clue where we are going with this. I know full sex is not an option. So what do you plan?" Sam knows the guidelines laid down by my husband. And knows there is no way in hell I am going to break those. But there are other ways to have fun that don't involve full out sex.

I smile, "Go ahead and take your pants off. You don't want them getting stained after all." I reach behind me and pull out the bottle of baby oil from my bag. He looks up from dropping his pants and sees me with the bottle in my hands and lets out a moan. His cock jumps in his boxers. "Boxers too," I tell him as I run a line of baby oil across the tops of my breasts. He quickly discards those as well. I start to rub the oil over my breasts as he watches and runs his hands over his cock. Once my hands are coated in oil I suggest we trade places. He looks back up at my face, confused. I don't think he is thinking too well at the moment for some reason. So I go ahead and hand him the bottle and put my well oiled hand on his cock. He catches on.

He adds more oil to my breasts and starts rubbing them. Up and down, in circles, tracing lines in the oil and smoothing them out. He tweaks my nipples and they slide right out of his fingers. He smiles. I start to slowly work his cock with my hand, easing all the way down to his sack and back up to the tip and over it before moving back down. I use my other hand to gently cup his balls and work them as I play with his cock. He moans again. "I want to see your tits bounce and move though. Think we could move so you can lean over?" I know the view he likes with oiled boobs.

"I have a better idea then." I push him back a bit, with both hands still on his cock so he has to move. Then I slowly drop to my knees in front of him. He is short enough in that position that it works. I lift my breasts up and wrap them around his cock. I squeeze them together and move my whole body up and down so that his cock slides between them as I move.

"Oh gah ack uh damn uh." He says. I smile and look up to see him looking down at me as I move my slick boobs over his cock. He looks me in the eye and says, "Damn!"

I take that to mean it's a good idea and he approves. I continue to jack him off using my breasts. After a few more strokes his legs are shaking. I think he likes it. I take this opportunity to flick my tongue out as his head slides out between my breasts. He moans and jerks. It's salty and tastes like baby oil, but it's still good. I'm actually getting off on this.

I love titty fucking guys and the baby oil makes it so much more fun. Sam obviously shares my opinion and is soon clenching onto the door of the Jeep to keep himself steady as I use both my breasts and my tongue on him. I feel his body clench up and hear him breathing hard. I know he can't last much longer and I quicken the pace. He puts his other hand on my shoulder and squeezes, "Fuck Julia I'm about to come! Where?"

I work faster and squeeze my boobs harder together. "Just come on my breasts. That's fine. That's good. I'm not thinking too well at that point myself. 

He chokes out, "Fuck! I'm gonna come all over those titties!" As always, Sam is a man of his word and he lets loose a stream of jizz all over my breasts. I tilt my head back away from it, hoping to keep it off my face and out of my hair. I feel it spray up my chest and neck and lift my boobs to cover the head of his dick and keep it on my breasts. Sam lets out an audible breath and slumps forward a bit, his legs shaking. Then he opens his eyes and sees the mess he made all my breasts. "Aw yeah." he says as he reaches down and runs his hands over my oil and cum covered breasts. "Now that is a sight." And he continues to play with them for a bit as I slowly stroke his cock, making sure I got everything he had to give. Yeah, I'm greedy. I know. Sam shudders and closes his eyes. Then he slowly pulls himself out of my hands and backs away. "I can't take any more of that. Woo damn."

I pull myself to my feet and he looks at me. "Damn" he breathes out. "That is definitely a sight." I look down at myself. I'm covered and dripping with a mixture of fluids. All of it is making my breasts shine in the fading light. I look up at the sky and realize we have been gone for way too long. Sam looks around too and voices my thoughts. "But we gotta get back to camp. After we clean up. You got those wipes handy?"

I motion with my soaked hands to my soaked self, "Maybe you should get them. They are right on top."

He nods and laughs. "Yeah maybe that would be best." He pulls out the pack and gets a wipe to hand to me. Then he smiles and uses it to start cleaning off my boobs. I laugh and he takes his time running it around and just generally smearing everything around. I laugh at him and take the pack away, getting my own wipe out as I step out of his reach.

"You're not helping matters any here."

"Oh yeah! Helping! Cleaning up. Right. Right." He laughs with a lecherous grin. We end up using the whole pack in order to get all the oil off and finally are clean enough to put our clothes back on. By this time twilight is looming over us. We jump in the Jeep and take off again.

We get back to camp and I am still trying to disentangle my hair. We unload the ammo and beer handing them out as needed. A few of the guys make comments about my hair and the tangle mess at the back of my head I hadn't noticed yet. I blame it on the Jeep and the wind but get a few remarks about it and some serious eye contact with Todd over it. I laugh the remarks away and just smile at Todd as I fetch my hair brush to finish getting the knots out of it. He watches me the whole time, sending dark looks over to Sam as well. I finally get my hair under some control, pull it back again and then rejoin the others at the fire. Sam hands me another beer and I plop down in the seat next to his. Todd gets up, moves over and sits down on my other side. Thus we begin a night of drunken idiocy with all the fire, wisecracks, cut downs, catch phrases, double entendres and booze we can handle. 

Of course there are not enough chairs. Some one always forgets to bring a chair. I lose mine when I get up to cook my dinner. So we end up playing musical chairs for a bit while we all cook. Later, I'm sitting in Sam's lap again as we are getting soused. Sam tells me I have to move because he's getting a chubby from all the bouncing. I wasn't bouncing, but I go ahead and bounce a few times just because, and to fuck with him. He smacks me on the ass. I laugh at him and tell him it was about time he rose to the occasion and go and sit on Scott. Scott doesn't even break conversation, just hands me another beer as I sit down. He knows how camping works. He also makes sure that everyone drinks as much as he does. So he hands beers out to everyone any time he can. At least it isn't Stu or Dave that were left without seats. For the big guys they are they both have really boney asses. So does Scott for that matter, but at least he hasn't sat in my lap that night. His legs aren't exactly cushy either and I tell him so. 

"Why can't you have comfy legs like Dave or Sam?" I ask him as his knee digs into my ass again. 

"Ya know Julia," Dave breaks in, "I think you've sat on everyone's lap except Todd's."

I look over to where Todd is sitting and quietly talking with Stu and say, "Yes well. I have grown rather attached to my eyes and would like to keep them where they are. So I try to refrain from bothering him too much. Or getting too close." Todd gives me a look. People make comments of disbelief or just flat out laugh. Feeling cocky from all the booze and the fun of the day, I ask Todd, "So, would you gouge my eyes out if I sat in your lap?"

He glowers but slowly shakes his head and says, "No, I guess not but..." I hop up and walk over to Todd.

"Good cause Scott's legs are bony." and I sit down in his lap. Conversation continues as normal. Nothing is out of the ordinary for the ones that don't know Todd. And since they have all just met him no one sees anything as abnormal. Everyone really does end up sitting on everyone else's lap at camp. But I know Todd. And I know he isn't as comfortable with this as everyone else is. I turn and lean down to talk to Todd quietly and ask if he is ok with it. "I'll move if you want." He doesn't look up at me, instead looks at me out of the corner of his eye with his face still turned away.

"It's not a big deal." Still he seems uncomfortable.

"I'll just go sit on some one else. Or kick Stu out of my seat." He doesn't make a response so I start to stand. He puts his hand on my hip and stops me. 

"It's fine." He looks up at me. I can't not stare into his eyes, wondering what the hell is going on in there. But of course he doesn't say a word, just returns my look. He also doesn't move his hand from my hip. Instead he relaxes it and lets it rest there. I can't sit forward any more with his arm like that, not without looking like I am trying to get away. So I settle back a little. He doesn't make a comment or pull away. So I lean back against his chest and shoulder with his arm around my waist. Still he makes no comment. So I too relax, even though I am very confused by his actions.

We continue to talk and drink and just generally have fun. Sam keeps giving me looks though. Not unusual at all. So I treat it, and him, as usual and give him hell same as everyone else. It's chilly so I have my jacket on, but still no shirt under it. The topic of my boobs comes up, it always does at camp. I suppose it can't be helped when 9 times out of 10 my boobs have gotten burned at camps with these guys. So I unzip to show off my newest burn and some of the older scars. They are all at the tops anyway and I show more in normal shirt. But I don't lean forward. I'm still leaning back against Todd. Truth is that I'm too drunk to keep my balance leaning forward while perched on someone's legs. He squirms a bit, so I zip my jacket. Todd isn't a boob man at all, but there is no point in taunting him or having them out when that close to him. He isn't much for casual contact. I do actually try not to make him too uncomfortable. 

Conversations turn to other things as the night progresses and the mountain air gets colder. Todd, Stu, Sam and I talk about the finer points of potato guns. The conversation gets a bit heated and Todd shifts to lean forward so I am pretty much forced to lean forward with him, putting my hand on the back of the chair for balance since my feet don't reach the ground sitting on his lap. This of course twists my body and when Todd leans forward puts his face right near my boobs. Sam notices. Of course.




Come with Me Ch. 01



"Bite it! Go on! It's right there! She can't move! Bite it!" Todd turns to look at Sam and nearly smacks his face with my boob.

He pulls back a bit and I tell Sam, "Oh no, don't tease if you can't please. Besides, if there is one person here Todd shouldn't take advice from it's you. You think shitting dick nipples is hot and granny midget amputee scat swapping with a goat is your idea or foreplay." This is a long running joke amongst our group. Sam has the widest and strangest selection of porn. We keep trying to come up with some type that he doesn't have. I don't think any one has succeeded yet. 

Sam laughs. "Hell they all got boobs! And that shit is hot too! Ok, maybe not the shitting dick nipples bullshit but damn that granny was hot. And amputees need loving too, and they can't fight back!" He salutes me with his beer and I raise mine as well. We clink them together and I take a pull. "Besides, I'd fucking please too if I wasn't afraid you'd whip a dildo out of your bag and shove it up my ass when I wasn't looking. Hell, there's no telling what you got stashed in there if you carry wet naps around all the time!"

I spit my beer out as I try not to laugh and fail. "Damn it man! Now I've got beer all over my skirt. Ya fucker. You did that on purpose."

"Mmmmmm beer and pussy all in one! Lemme help you clean that up then." and he starts to lean forward. I laugh and shove him back. Todd slides back in his chair pulling us both out of reach of Sam. His movement forces me to lean back with him since my arm is still behind him on the chair back. And now around his shoulders as well.

Stu gets Sam's attention, sadly enough by asking about the midget amputee porn. Sam goes into full rant mode and tells how he found the video and everything that happens on it. Todd leans into me a bit and asks, "What happened with you and Sam?"

I turn to look at him and ask, "Why?"

"Cause it seems like something happened. What took you guys so long to get the ammo?"

I look back at the fire and answer, "What does it matter? Afraid I did something Mark wouldn't approve of?" I look at him and he is giving me one of his dark looks. He does not like that answer. I sigh and realize he isn't going to let this drop. "Sam and I have always flirted and razzed. He makes comments I make comments. It means nothing and we both have fun. You should hear him and Mark get into it though. There's more talk of butt sex then on a 6 month underway aboard a sub. Especially when Dave gets in on it." He continues to give me his hard look and doesn't say anything else. But I can feel him getting tense and know he is not going to let this drop. So I tell him a very brief edited version if what happened. I don't want him telling Mark that something happened and getting it wrong. "If it makes any difference I didn't kiss him. We just had a bit of fun." He pulls himself up straighter in the chair and I move my arm from around his shoulders. Not sure if I want to be that close to him if he is going to get pissed about this.

"Wait, so you fooled around with him and didn't kiss him? Why? How does that make sense?"

Not what I expected, but then I am often thrown off guard by Todd. Just when you think you know how he thinks... I sigh. "Cause this thing between him and I have nothing to do with kisses or being close. It is simply about ... well about hormones and reactions and razzing each other. Sam is a bud. I might fool around with buds, but I can't kiss them. I wouldn't want to. And I don't think he wanted to either. It might not make sense to you but that is how I work. I only kiss people I am close friends with and I actually really care for." He shakes his head and turns away, effectively ending the conversation. I know he is mulling this over in his mind but there isn't really anything I can say to explain it. And at that point I am too drunk to try. There are so many things that he would simply not understand about me. And I don't have any reason to explain it to him. 

It gets colder, so we build the fire bigger. People move closer and drink more booze. I continue to sit in Todd's lap. I'm not uncomfortable; hell, I'm too drunk to be uncomfortable. And he never indicated he wanted me to move either. Not to mention the warmth of him is nice and keeps the back of me warm as the fire keeps the front of me warm. Everyone is drunk, pretty drunk, or just plain soused. It's a great evening. I get up to use the bathroom, come back and build the fire up some more. I sit there for a bit longer, chatting with Dave. He makes a comment about me being at his knees and just the right height and, "Hey baby, you wanna take a sip off my bottle?" and tips the long necked bottle of Lemoncello towards me while keeping the base up against his groin.

I laugh. "No thanks honey. That's a bit too sweet for my tastes right now." I hold up the cup I'm drinking out of. "And I've got me a fine mixture of yumminess right here."

Dave laughs and moves the bottle. "I thought women liked it sweet though. Are you telling me I've been drinking all that fruit juice for nothing?"

Todd stands up abruptly and we both turn to look at him. "I'm going to go to bed."

I nod and tell him "good night" and so do the others. He stands there a moment and looks at me before turning and walking off. I realize that for some reason I am holding my breath and let it out. Dave gives me a questioning look and I shrug my shoulders. I take Todd's seat, still warm from his body. For some reason that makes me feel sad and tingly. Dave leans over and gives me an inquiring look while shooting a glance at Todd as he climbs in the tent. I look over at him too but he never looks back. "He's not too terribly sociable, ya know. And drinking makes him morose some times too."

"I can see that, but what was his deal with Sam? If looks could kill we'd be cleaning up bits of Sam all over camp."

I shrug my shoulders and take another drink. I shudder. Why do I keep taking drinks that Scott mixes up? You never know what is in it, even after you start drinking it. "He has never seen me around you guys. He really doesn't understand casual flirting. And I usually play it cool around him too. I warned him before we came that I am an outrageous flirt and so are you guys but I don't think he knew what he was getting in to even then."

Dave leans back in his chair. "Ah, that would do it. He knows your husband?"

I nod. "They went to boot camp together. Then they got stationed together too. When his orders came up and he moved to a different base Mark worked to get orders at the same base. They are best friends."

"Makes sense. So he's worried that you might mean more with all this than you actually do. Since he has never seen you flirty and your husband is away. And you've not gotten any nookie."

I nod again. "Something like that, yeah. But, he'll get over it." I stay up and have fun flirting and chatting and just having fun. I'm determined not to let Todd's presence change how I am when I am with my friends. Finally, I am too blitzed and too damn cold and tired to stay up. I say goodnight to the ones still up, Scott and Dave, and head for the tent. I quickly unzip it, wait to see if Todd is going to wake up, and then slip in when he doesn't move.

Todd is laying there under the sleeping bag. I notice that the sleeping bags are both unzipped and spread out as blankets. The extra blankets are spread out on top as well. I kind of smile and think, Ok it's really the only way to share the spares and the combined body heat will keep us warmer. Makes sense. I'm actually more than a little happy to see it arranged that way since I am so cold I can no longer feel my toes. Mountain nights in NC can get damn frigid, even when the day is warm like today was.

I quickly slip into my nightclothes, a belly shirt and my black silky night pants and slip under the covers. Just as I am about to put my head on my pillow I feel Todd move. I hold still, trying not to wake him. His arm slides under the pillow, then no more movement. I lay my head down slowly, now on his arm. He curls his arm and pulls me closer. Our bodies are barely touching. I just lay there and blink for a minute, wondering if he is awake or simply reacting in his sleep. I slowly roll over, not wanting to wake him if he is sleeping. 

I move my head just far enough to look at him over my shoulder, and look up into his open eyes. What can I do, really? I just stare at him. I can't think of anything to say. Or even decide if I should say anything. He stares back. I still can't figure out what is going on. Is he completely awake? Does he even know who I am here? Is he about to pull away? I decide, fuck it, he's going to do what he is going to do regardless of what I do. So I turn back and then move back into him a bit more. If he wants to sleep like this it works for me. And I really don't know what to say either. I would hate to be the one that makes him uncomfortable as I am quite happy where I am. So I say nothing and just smile to myself and close my eyes, tipsy, warming up and happy just being held like this. He tightens his arm and snuggles me closer into him and lets out a deep sigh. I figure at this point he had simply half woken up as I lay down on his arm and now he is falling back asleep. Then he speaks.

"I don't understand how you can fool around with Sa -- some one and not kiss him. If you can't kiss him after that then who can you kiss? And how can you not kiss him but still get to that point? And how can you flirt with the others in front of him afterwards. Would you fool around with them too? Have you already fooled around with them?"

I froze. I guess he wasn't asleep after all. And to answer all those questions at once was going to be hard. So I lay there for a minute trying to come up with an explanation he would understand. "I flirt because it is fun. It's what I do. Same with why they flirt back. It means nothing, really, and is just another way for us to razz each other. It's pretty much just razzing with sexual overtones to it. But I've never fooled around with any one here except Sam and that was just today. And that was something that I had given a lot of thought to, too. I might flirt with a lot of guys but I rarely get physical with them. And even more rarely kiss them. Kissing some one is more intimate, I feel. And I am not intimate with any of these guys. I am just... sexual, I guess you would say."

He lies still for a moment, but I'm certain this talk isn't over yet. He wouldn't have had all those questions waiting for me and asked them right after he woke up if he didn't want to have a serious discussion about it. "So, you can flirt with a guy and do nothing with him. You can fool around with a guy and not kiss him. And you can kiss a guy and not want something more from him relationship wise. I trust you have different criteria for each of these. I'm not even sure I would understand the criteria so just tell me, who would you fool around with and kiss?"

This is an easy answer. "Well, obviously Mark. Cause I love him." He nods. "And Crystal, Eva, Rita, Amber, all my girlfriends. Cause I have a comfort level with them. I like them. It doesn't have to be sexual either. Though sometimes it is." I think about it some more. "Stu I might kiss. I've hung out with him and have that connection with him."

He cuts me off. "So, guys you hang out with and feel comfortable with."

"And care about" I add.

He moves a bit as he thinks about that. "Care about how?"

"People that I honestly care about. People that are my real friends. The ones I turn to when I need something. The ones I can talk to. The ones I have a real connection with, not just a carnal response or a fleeting attraction to. Or the guys that I sometimes chat with online or simply know through other friends. My close friends. The people that I would chose to spend my time with time after time and not get bored with them. Stu and I talk fairly often and I have gone down to visit him a few times too. We've talked about his girlfriends. And his sex life. I probably know more about his sex life than any one else. So while I am comfortable enough with him to kiss him, I wouldn't take it any farther. We would never mesh well together and I am honestly not sexually attracted to him at all. Another reason I could kiss him. I know and he knows nothing else would come of it. So it would be more of a friendly kiss then anything because there is nothing more between us and never will be."

He nods again, and I can feel him staring at me. I know he is thinking all this over and wait for him to ask another question. Then he slowly pulls me over so I am lying on my back and facing him. He has risen up on his elbow and looks down at me. In the dark I can barely see his face, just an outline cast by the glow of the fire. I try to see his eyes to tell what he is thinking and I am caught by surprise as he starts to lean forward. I pull back as far as I can while lying flat on my back with his arm under me and put a hand on his chest. "And the one thing I do NOT do is take advantage of any of those friends when they are drunk and not thinking right." 

He stops and blinks at me. Then he pulls back a bit as if offended. "I'm not drunk."

"Sure you're not." I laugh, "Then why are you acting like this now? You've never made a move like this before, and I seriously doubt that you have ever even thought about it." His eyes drop to my lips. I can see him following them as I talk. It's a bit disconcerting, especially since it makes me want to say to hell with my morals and just do want I want to. But I can't. I can't do that to Todd. I know he is just acting like this because he is drunk and maybe even curious and... 

"Who says I haven't?"

I stare at him, wondering if I heard him correctly. I know there is no way he just said what I think he just said. Todd? No way. He lies on his back beside me. Now it is my turn to prop up on my elbow and look down at him.

"I'm still human, Julia. No matter how much I might fight it. And I am still a man, and you are still a woman. And I might not let them get away from me or act on them but I do still think about these things. As if I could help it when I know that with Mark deployed you would probably not be... adverse to it. And I don't have to worry about scaring you off or pissing off Mark or screwing up. I could just do it. Enjoy it. And not have to over think it either. I just... I knew you could be with some one else, but I wasn't sure if you could be with me. Or your friends or what. Or what process you used to pick the guys you would be with or if you even wanted to or..."

I put my hand over his mouth to stop him. "Todd, if I had ever even thought that you wanted to... Hell, I like you. And respect you and trust you. You are pretty much perfect. Except for the fact that you don't, or didn't, want to do anything casual and... Hell man, you've known I am allowed to play nearly as long as I have. I told you. And you never seemed to think anything about it or made any sign that you would want to. I just didn't know how you would feel about it. I know I am not your type at all so I didn't think twice about it, really. And I didn't want to make you uncomfortable by saying anything and possibly letting slip that I have a slight crush on you." His eyebrows jumped at that. I laughed. "What? I can't be attracted? You're a great guy. You are also one of the very few guys I would trust to have my back. And, I dunno. I like you. I trust you. And you are lots of fun to be around, too. Why wouldn't I? But I don't want things to get weird between us, either. Or weird when Mark comes home. I like our relationship as it is. But I wouldn't mind if it was a bit more physical, either. Just every now and then, of course."

"So, friends with benefits." he spoke underneath my hand. I nodded and moved my hand. He took my hand in his and set it on his chest. "I can understand that. And I am pretty sure I'm comfortable with it too. You want me because I'm a man. I want you because you are a woman. Things won't change between us because of any of this. There are no deeper emotions between us then this."

And with that he rose up and kissed me. I jumped a bit, but quickly got over my surprise as I leaned down to meet him and return the kiss. What he has said was not in the least romantic. But it was the truth. And romance was not what either of us wanted, or had to give. This was a mutual desire and need. Not so much for each other, but just because we were both human and had needs; the need for the touch of some one else. It was all wrapped up in that first kiss. And what a kiss. I had wanted it for so long. The touch of lips on mine. I love my husband. But I crave the touch. If I can't have Mark, then what could be better than a friend I trusted? A friend we both trusted? He started to pull back, I ran my hand up the back of his head and pulled him closer, leaning down into him and opening my mouth as I did so and running my tongue across his. Oh, so good. Our mouths moved, he moaned, nearly a growl, and leaned into it farther his hand sliding up my arm to my back pulling my body closer and crushing our mouths together. I couldn't hold back any longer. Too long I had toed the line and held back, walked on eggshells and bit my tongue to make sure I didn't make him uncomfortable. No more. 

I bit his tongue instead. He jerked. Then flipped us over and rolled on top of me. His leg slid between mine. I had gotten a release earlier but not like this. Not this kind. It had been physical without any real closeness. It was good, but barely more than masturbation. This was body on body, and what I had really craved all along. I rubbed against his leg and ran my other hand down his back, lightly scratching my nails down his skin. Skin? Oh, apparently he never put a shirt on before going to bed and I had just missed it under the sleeping bag. Oh my, things just heated up a bit more as I felt his skin slide across my stomach as he slid in closer without breaking the kiss. 

I finally pulled back with a gasp and he did the same. Just enough time to get some air before we both dove back into the kiss. My body was alive with sensation. I couldn't stop moving. I ground up into his leg, my leg between his as well and felt him hard and stiff against my thigh. I shivered. There was no massive connection like I have with my husband who can make me quiver with a look or come with a kiss. There was no connection between our souls. But there was heat. And that was all we needed. I no longer cared about anything except how it felt to hold and be held. To touch and be touched. I simply enjoyed the feel of it all. I just enjoyed without holding back. I let my body do what it wanted to do for months now. I writhed underneath him and pulled him closer. 

I ride his body above me as he rides mine. His other leg slid over mine and he nestled between my thighs. The only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms and his cotton shorts. I could feel the heat of him against me and it made me moan. The heavy weight pressed up against my crotch. Only one thing feels like that and there is no way to mimic it when you are alone in your bedroom. Then he slowly ground it down into me and I moaned into his mouth. 

I felt like I couldn't catch my breath. I pulled my mouth away from his and arched my hips into the feel of it, pushing back against him. I gasped for air and couldn't stop myself from rubbing against him. Reveling in the feel of his hard cock nestled up against me. The weight of a hard man on top of me, above me, there is nothing else like it. I think he caught on then. Or maybe he too missed the feel of it. He put his hands down on either side of my head and pushed himself up causing his hips to push down further and I spread my legs wider. I was soaked. The pants were soaked. I couldn't even start to think any more. And I didn't want to. He rocked against me again, sliding himself up and down just a bit. I could feel the hard line of him perfectly lined up with my slit, rubbing against me with every thrust. After nearly 4 months of no contact at all this is nearly too much. 




Come with Me Ch. 03



When we get back into camp everyone is already done shooting. A few ask if I am ok and I tell them I will be fine. It was just a bit of a shock. They pretty much leave it at that. No one says anything about how long we were gone. Hell, walking into camp with Todd a bit behind might have thrown them off so they didn't even realize that we were together out there. I step to my tent and pull out my cleaning gear for my guns. After two days of shooting in the mountains it is getting pretty gross. 

It's also well past lunch time now so people are wandering about. The consensus on food seems to be the chimichangas that I had brought to share with everyone. I direct them to my cooler beside my tent and tell them to pull some out for me too. I pour some solvent on the snake and start running it through my guns. I'm off in my own little world for a bit. I can't help but think about everything that has happened. Everything is changed now that Mark's return date is put off. With a start, I realize that we are going to spend our first anniversary separated. The top layer of our wedding cake is waiting in the freezer for us to share. There is a special bottle of champagne that we have been holding on to for that day. And now, I would be alone. And so would he. 

I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes. I quickly looked down, staring at the gun in my lap. I start blinking hard to try to keep them from falling. I hate crying. Crying in front of guys is even worse. I continue to run the bore snake through the barrel, not even seeing it any more. My head is buzzing thinking of all the things we planned to do when he got back. Now all of it will have to be pushed back or just cancelled. It doesn't seem fair. But I know it is. And it isn't his fault, either. I push my self-pity back down and resolve to not let this get me down. I am here with my friends and I am going to enjoy myself. And when Mark gets back, I will rape him raw. 

A plate with chimichangas is put in front of me. I look up and see Sam standing over me. He hands me the plate and sits down beside me. I nod my thanks and quickly wipe down my gun. After all this time, I am sure that it is perfectly clean. I check it once just to be certain then I wipe it with an oil cloth. Once all the excess oil is removed and I am happy I set it back in its holster and set it in the pocket of my chair. I scrub my hands off on another rag and pick the plate up and set it in my lap. "Thanks, Sam." 

"Hey, it's no problem. You looked pretty down. Is everything ok?"

I nod and start munching on my food. "I'll be fine. I just got hung up on thinking about all the things that Mark and I are both going to miss. He's not even going to be home for the holidays. It's just going to suck."

"Well, you know I'll always be there for you. If you need something, and I can help out, just give me a holler. If nothing else, I can at least talk with you when you feel lonely. I may not be there, but I will still try to be there for you."

I smile. I really do have some good friends in these guys. I open my mouth to tell him how much I appreciate it when Todd walks up to us. "I am there for her already." He scowls at Sam as he says this. I shoot Todd a look, wondering what is wrong with him. He pulls a chair over and sits down beside me. I look back as Sam and shrug. I don't know what crawled up Todd's butt either. Thankfully, before any one can say anything else to make the situation more awkward Scott walks over with two cups of beer.

"Here, Julia. I heard about Mark. That sucks. But beer will make it seem better. Cheers!" I laugh and we tap glasses. Beer may not make it all better, but it does go down well on a hot day. And after all the crap that has happened I am more than happy to imbibe in a few. Scott sits down on the ground near us and starts asking questions about my gun. He hadn't been able to shoot it but he shot a similar one of Todd's.

From there, the conversation spiraled around and hit on almost every topic. I had a lot of beers and a shot here and there. Everyone seemed to think I needed another drink, too. Maybe they were right. I just agreed and went with it. By the time the sun was setting I was pretty blitzed. This seemed to set the mood for everyone there though. And as it was our last night we decided that we would not be taking any booze home the next day. It all had to be drunk. I was more than willing to do my part and help the group out. 

As usual, it was Scott that was going around and making sure everyone had a full glass in their hand. We lit lanterns as it got dark and tossed together a decent meal. It consisted mainly of leftovers and munchies and no one minded. We drank, laughed, talked, insulted, and made up stupid toasts all night long. 

"Here's to Scott! May his bottle never empty and his stomach never fill!" 

"Here's to Julia! And here's hoping her tits make it to every camp!" You get one guess who said that. 

I cam back with "Here's to Sam! The only guy at camp who knows the color of the eyes on my tattoo, but not on my face." To which I heard at least two people respond, "You have a face?!" I laughed and tossed back another shot. Scott was standing by and quickly refilled my shot glass. I raised my glass again and Scott had to catch me before I fell over backwards. "And here is to Todd, good friend and new member of our group, may his scowl never fade. If it did, I don't think I would recognize him." 

Todd scowled at me but raised his glass and took a sip. I tossed mine back again and stumbled over to him. I blamed it on the fact I was walking away from the light and into the dark. Walking towards him as he fought to keep the scowl on his face. I thought that wasn't a bad analogy for any time I walked towards him. I giggled and plopped down on his lap. "But it's a cute scowl and suits you well." I giggled as I patted his forehead. He shook his head and pulled back a bit. He took my hand and pulled it down from his face. 

"Cute?" he asked. I grinned drunkenly and giggled again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and fell back against his arm. "S'cute. I said so. That makes it true." He tightened his arms around me and pulled me up so I wasn't hanging over the arm of the chair. 

"Sure. And you are drunk. And I don't do cute." I leaned in closer and nibbled his ear, keeping my face in the shadows so no one could see. He tensed a bit and gave a little shiver.

I let go of his earlobe with my teeth and breathed into his ear, "Well, I do cute. And I say you are cute." He shifted around in his seat a bit and I let myself fall forward back into the light. I pulled myself back up so I wasn't completely laying all over him. I swayed drunkenly for a bit and he held me tight around the hips to make sure I didn't fall. The feel of him holding me like that reminded me of our earlier romp though and caused heat to flood my groin. I moaned a little and rocked back against him. When he tensed under me, I realized where I was and got myself back under control. I looked around, hiding behind my hair, to see if anyone had noticed. Stu was looking over. I wondered if he had heard me. 

"You ok there, Julia?" 

I tossed my hair back to look at him and let myself wobble a bit more. Ok, maybe I didn't have to work too hard to put an extra wobble in there. I clutched onto Todd's arm and knee to keep my balance. "Yeah, I think I need some water, though." He got a concerned look on his face and started to stand up. I waved him off.

"No, no, it's fine. I'll get it. I should probably get up and walk this off a bit anyway. I was just tossing them back pretty fast." I braced myself using Todd's knees and started to stand up. He leaned forward, ready to support me, and his hands slowly slid down my legs as I straightened. This time I was the one to shiver. I took a full, deep breath and tried to calm down. I managed to walk away without any more problems. As soon as I was moving, my bladder let me know it too had had enough, so I deterred to go take care of that first. Once I was finished, I stumbled back into camp and dug a bottle of water out of the cooler. Halfway through the first bottle I realized just how thirsty I really was and snagged a second one. I wandered back towards the fire and Dave held up a package of Nutter Butters. He knows how to get a girl's attention that is for sure. 

I join him by the fire and relieve him of the cookies. Then I sit on him and start munching away. Sugar and water are what I need now to help chase back the wobbliness. I sit there and chat with Dave for a bit. Sam reaches all the way over and sticks his hand in the package that I have in my lap. "Oh baby, yeah, wiggle around for those cookies!" I cry out. He grunts, shakes his arm a few times and pulls his fist out. I cry out and we both start laughing. Dave bounces his knees a few times to get my attention. 

"So how do you like that Nutter Butter fist?"

I pop another cookie in my mouth. "Mmmmm, it was fabulous! Sam, you give good fist. Dave, you give good Nutter Butter." Sam smiled as he ate one of the cookies out of his fist, "We try."

We sat and chatted a bit more. I managed to get enough food and water in me that I wasn't quite so insanely drunk any more. Every now and then, I would look over and see Todd on the other side of the row of chairs and I would smile at him. He wouldn't smile back, but I didn't expect him to, either. I was outgoing enough that I could get away with acting like that. No one would think twice about me smiling at someone. Todd was so obviously not the peppy happy type though. So he just looked at me. Sometimes he nodded, sometimes he scowled. 

Dave patted my leg and I turned enough to see him. "I need to get up. It's time to water some bushes." I stood up and stepped aside to let him pass. I thought I would take his seat till he got back but I saw Todd move and looked over at him. He held his arm up slightly, showing me there was spot for me to sit on his lap. I started to walk over to him but mid-step Sam grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down into his lap. 

"He got to have you earlier. It's my turn now." For a minute I froze. How did he know? What had given us away? Did he somehow see us in the woods? "You got to fall on him the last time you tried to walk by the fire." I let out a breath. He hadn't seen us and didn't mean it like that. I curled myself up on Sam and pulled his head down onto my boobs. 

"Oh was poor Sam lonely?" I teased.

He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled his face down into my boobs farther. "Yeah, it's just not the same without the twins around."

I laughed and squeezed his head as I said, "Oh so you just want the girls. What about me, huh?"

He laughed and squeezed me tight a few times, making my boobs bounce. "But of course I like you around too. Around my head at least." And saying that, he shoved his face back into my boobs and gave me a motorboat. I giggled and squirmed around because it tickled. He pulled his face back out and I yanked his hat down over his face. Thankfully it was a wide, soft-brimmed hat so it hadn't smashed into me. 

We sat like that for a while, chatting amongst ourselves and the others around us. One by one, they all gave in and went to their tents. Scott was making certain that everyone did their share of killing the booze. Finally, we were down to the last half of a fifth. Everyone else had already snuck off except Sam, whose lap I was still curled up in, Todd, Scott and I. We were all pretty far gone. As more people left, we all moved closer together and Todd's face got darker and darker. He stopped talking unless he was spoken to directly. Then he would give an abrupt answer. I was still having fun so I was still up. I wasn't certain why Sam, usually one of the first to turn in, was still up. Todd I knew would stay up if there was still stuff happening but Sam would crash when he was tired and that was it. I had no clue why Todd was in such a bad mood, though, or why he was still up if he wasn't having fun anymore. Scott took one more pull off of the bottle then passed it to me. 

"It's up to you now, Julia. Make us proud." 

I took the bottle and saluted him. "I will do my best to uphold the uh, yeah, honor of our predecessors." I hugged the bottle to my chest and slouched back onto Sam. Scott nodded and stood up. He patted my knee as he walked by. "I know you will. Try not to die." I nodded and wished him a good night. Sam took the bottle from me and took a swig. Then he shuddered hard. He passed the bottle back to me and between the two of us we managed to get the cap back on. Todd just sat there and glared at us the whole time. I looked around to make sure no one else was awake. Then I leaned forward and asked him in a low whisper. 

"What is your problem?" I asked him. 

He just shook his head. Then he must have thought about it because he leaned forward too. "I think there are enough seats now that you can stop sitting in Sam's lap." Sam's hand tightened on my hip. 

"I'm nice and comfy right where I am, thank you, Todd." He was past scowling now and was just glaring at me. I finally caught on. "Unless you have a better idea. Can you think of a better position for me to sit in?" I ask him with a coy lilt to my voice. Sam snickered and a muscle under Todd's eye twitched. He started to sit back up and pull away. I caught him by the shirt front though and pulled him down to plant a kiss on his lips. He started to pull back again but I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along his bottom lip. I could feel Sam under me twitch as Todd shoved his hand into my hair and pulled me in closer for a deeper kiss. I moaned and opened my mouth farther, leaning farther out to get closer to him, trying to angle better. There were no arms on Todd's chair to brace myself on and I couldn't reach his legs.

I felt my center of gravity shift and started to fall forward. Todd's hand on my shoulder and Sam's hand on my hip kept me from tumbling into the dirt. I sat back up and looked at Todd. His eyes were wide and shocked. I liked seeing him like that -- so taken off-guard. I got up and sidled over to him. He didn't even have time to recover before I straddled him and bent over him to kiss him again. I arched my back and pulled myself closer so I slid up the front of his jeans, massaging him as I went. 

He tried to pull away at first but I didn't relent. This time, I was the aggressor and I loved it. I was tingling all over knowing that Sam was right there and they were both freaking out because of my actions. Sam didn't know about Todd and didn't know he knew either. Todd didn't know Sam, so of course wouldn't trust him to keep it quiet even though I had told him he would. So both of them thought that I was acting really out of character and that gave me a thrill. I do so love shocking people. I started to slowly ride Todd as I wrapped my arms tighter around him. He groaned low in his throat and wrapped his arms around me pulling me in tighter. He held me tighter as he lifted me up. Then he arched his own hips as he set me back down. When he did I was splayed open right over his cock that was again straining at the fabric. 

The thin crinkly fabric of my skirt was bunched between us and I could feel it rubbing on my pussy lips. The rocking motion I couldn't seem to stop was slowly grinding it up into my pussy. The slight abrasion was turning me on even more. The hungry way Todd ground up into me was the biggest turn on, though, and I was quickly soaked. A soft cough brought me back to reality. Feeling dazed, I pulled back from the deep kiss and looked over to the sound. There sat Sam, looking slightly uncomfortable, and more than a little aroused. He cleared his throat again as Todd moved his mouth to my neck. This seemed to snap Todd out of it too and he also turned to look at Sam.

"Yeah. Uh. Wow. Uhm, Julia, uh, I hate to tell you, but that is your husband's best friend there. And I don't know if you guys should be going at it like that. You've both had a lot to drink. And, I mean, uh, well, maybe you guys would not be so happy about this in the morning. So, I thought I should stop you guys before you went too far." I looked down at Todd, then realized we had been about to go at it right here in front of the tents and everything. What if someone had walked out? That would have been really awkward. I am into a lot of things; exhibition is not one of them. It's one thing to not be modest; it's another to have sex where someone not involved in it can see. 

I cleared my throat and swung my leg off of Todd so I was sitting facing away from him. I stood up as he glared at Sam and slowly let his hands slide down as I pulled away. Before he let them fall away he clenched on tight to my legs and I winced a bit. "Todd, that hurts." I reach down to hold his hands and as he relaxed them. I pat his hands to let him know it is ok then I rub the sore spots he had left on the sides of my thighs. I don't look at Sam as I smooth down my skirt. When it is back in place I sit back down in Todd's lap facing Sam. 

Todd starts to put his hand back on my leg then pauses. I smile at him and take his hand and place it on my leg. Sam watches the whole thing intently. I put my hand over Todd's and address Sam. "You're right." I feel Todd twitch a bit but I know he is going to let me handle this. It is after all my relationship and reputation that is on the line here. "We shouldn't have been going at it like that, at least not out here." This time they both twitch. "But after everything we've done today, I was a bit worked up and I guess he was too." I can see Todd staring at me out of the corner of my eye and Sam looks like his eyes are about to fall out of his head. 

"Todd and I have about the same deal that you and I have Sam. Mark knows and he is fine with it. He even encouraged it since Todd was willing and it close to us, both emotionally and location wise." I purposely leave out that I was also encouraged to have sex with Todd. No point in pointing out I am doing more with Todd than I was willing to do with Sam. Or that I could do more. I still wasn't positive I would be doing that anyway, regardless of what Todd and Mark had decided. As I knew he would, Todd is still allowing me to do all the talking. 

"And Todd knows about what we did too, so don't worry about that." I knew my saying this would surprise them both but I didn't expect them to be as floored as they were. Todd sat stiff as a rock under me. I couldn't feel his hard on any more but I bet that was fading fast too. I sat there and waited for them to get over their shock. 

Todd started to say something but was cut off by Sam, "So I guess you no longer want to have fun with me, huh?" He sounded hurt. 

"I never said that. But you never offered again either. And there was no real chance of us getting away together either." Sam nodded his head slightly as I said this, "And I never said that I didn't want you tonight now that everyone else is gone, either." Todd's hand clenched on my thigh. I knew he was pissed thinking I had led him on only to leave him to go off with Sam. Sam seemed to think this too as he said, "Not everyone is gone. What about Todd?" Todd turned to glare at him, as if he was pissed that he was either being rejected or pitied. I slowly started rubbing Todd's hand, but he didn't turn his attention away from Sam. He just flipped his hand over so he could wrap his fingers around mine. I never thought these two would act so jealous. I wasn't dating either of them and neither really wanted me either. We all just wanted to get our kicks so what were their problems? 

"I never said Todd was going anywhere either. Unless he wants to, at least" I thought back to my earlier fantasy and felt inspired. "I'm more than able to do you both, if you guys want."

Todd jerked and clenched my hand. Sam went hard as a rock in a heart beat. You could tell he was fine with that plan. Thinking about it, I bet I knew why too. Sam swallowed hard few times. After a few tries he was able to choke out, "Hey, I'm up for that."