Work Friends Camping Trip

Hello readers! This is the first story I have ever published online! This will probably be pretty vanilla for a lot of you, but I wanted to keep things simple for my first go-round. I have no formal writing training so feel free to leave some constructive feedback/criticism in the comments, I would love to know what I can do better in the future.

My goal with this story was to try to get across that feeling of being with someone new for the first time and how exciting that can be. This is the first part of what I thought would likely be a two part story, so if people like it I will write more!

Enjoy!

-NSCL

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I was wrapping up the last of my work for the day hunched under an overhang where the inflow pump for one of our raceways was located. I had just finished giving it a full internal maintenance and now only needed to put it back together. It was nearing the end of the busy season for the Hatchery which meant a lot of maintenance like this. However it also meant that this weekend was going to be his first free time I'd had for about a month.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, tonight I would be packing up the camping gear to go out to the river with the crew for a couple of days. Assuming, of course, that I could wrap up this pump and get out of here.

Putting these raceway pumps back together was not usually a problem. The pump heads were heavy, but manageable. This one, which was located in a small alcove with a low ceiling, was not as simple. It was much easier to put back together with two people, and since all I wanted was to get out of here I figured I should make a call.

I straightened to my full height from beneath the overhang, reaching for my radio. Just as I was about to make the call I saw the Carina come wandering around the corner in my direction.

As she came fully into view the afternoon sun reflected off her brown hair which was pulled into a tight bun on her head. Her outfit was a combination of carharts greasy dirty work clothes, similar to mine and with matching stains. She was about half a foot shorter than me, but I knew from experience that she was strong enough to lift entire pumps, and wrangle the rowdiest of fish.

"Well look who it is!" I shouted, "I was just about to call you actually, I need help with this pump."

She made a big show of stopping in her tracks, slowly looking back and forth as though she was looking for a dangerous animal, then she started to back away.

"Huh, just realized that I have something really important to do in Block 2..." She said as she began to turn away.

"Get your ass back in here!" I laughed, reaching down to start moving the head we needed to get in place.

"No way Bridger, I was just about to leave, can't a girl get some peace?" She complained as she joined me under the overhang. "Just because you didn't finish all of your work, doesn't mean that I should have to stay late to help you.

"We still have twenty minutes left in the day! I'm not late, you're just trying to leave early!" I said as we both lifted the pump head into place. The alcove where the pump rested was very tight, and Carina and I ended up very close together as we shifted the head to the correct alignment. Her proximity was not lost on me as the side of her torso and very nearly her breast brushed against my arm, while the sides of our hips touched.

Carina was turning and adjusting the head so that it could lock into position as I held the rest of the weight. "Higher please," She said. Apparently feeling her brush against me and seeing her muscles strain up close had drawn a little too much of my attention. I lifted and felt the pump head shift into place.

We both released a sigh of relief and exited the alcove, standing up.

"That is such a huge relief!" I almost shouted realizing that there wasn't anything standing between me and going home now. "Thank you so much, that would have taken forever without you."

"You'll just have to buy my coffee next week as payment," she joked. We, along with the other three members of our team, got coffee at our morning break every day, but we didn't have to pay for it because it was from the communal pot in the break room.

"Deal." I said as we both began to head back to the office so that we could head out for the day.

"Hey, what were you doing over here anyway?" I asked. "I thought you were clearing the North raceway today."

"Oh, just checking to see if you needed anything, bet you feel silly calling me a slacker now."

I felt my cheeks warm slightly. Not due to embarrassment, simply because I felt extremely lucky to have such a good friend at work. The job itself wasn't the best, but the team made up for it.

"Oh my gosh, you rock. So are you going to be able to make it to Whiskey this weekend?" I asked.

Whiskey Creek campground was our destination for the weekend, and everyone on the team had been invited.

Carina hesitated, but shortly followed with "Yes, I think so. I really want to come, but I have to be in town tomorrow morning to take care of my neighbor's cats. I'll come down when I can, but I'm also not sure how long I can stay because I have to check on them again in the evening."

"No worries, it would be fun to have you, but don't stress over it, we'll do more trips there after this one." We continued talking on our way back to the office, complaining about our least favorite co-workers, and wishing that we didn't feel like we were about to fall apart at the end of every day.

Carina was one of my best friends at work, and even though our entire team got along, we were real birds of a feather. We had similar interests outside of work and our senses of humor were perfectly matched. The ongoing joke was that I was Carina's work wife since, until recently, she was dating a guy she had met in town.

When we got back to the office Jim and Nora were already there and preparing to leave for the day as well.

"... can't wait to get up there." We could hear Jim finishing as Carina and I approached. "And the weather is supposed to be in the eighties, so we can just soak in the sun."

"Work is done, let the weekend-ing begin!" I proclaimed as we walked in.

There was a chorus of 'Woos!' as they turned to see us. Nora and Jim were two other members of our team along with Jonathan. All of us were trying to get out to the campsite this evening, so the conversation moved to logistics and who was taking which cars. Nora and Jim both were leaving at different times with their respective partners, and Jonathan was taking his motorcycle up. Carina was obviously going to see if she could come on Saturday, so I was left to head up that evening by myself.

We chatted for a while and trickled out as each of us completed everything we needed to do before going home. Carina and I always walked out to our cars together regardless of who was ready to go first.

"I don't know if it will help you decide, but I have a whole bag full of stuff for s'mores if that will tip the balance of getting you to the campsite." I said as we locked the gate behind us.

"I don't really like marshmallows," she replied, "but I'll come for the chocolate."

"Oh, nevermind. Camping invite rescinded. Who the hell doesn't like marshmallows?" I said, giving her a disgusted expression. "Or at the very least marshmallows on s'mores."

"Noo!" She squealed, "It's because I once threw up after eating too many." she covered her stomach as though the thought was going to make her sick right now.

"Okay, fair enough, so at least at one point you liked them. I guess you can still come."

She gave a little fist-pump as she went to the driver side of her car. "I'll hopefully see you out there!"

"Yeah, same! Later!"

I was able to get home quickly and pack my things. My tent was a "four-person", that realistically only fit two people with their bags. It was perfect for my ex and me, and we had all the gear to go with it, including a two person sleeping bag and pad. Unfortunately, that was the only camping gear I had. I briefly thought about stopping at the store to get a different sleeping bag, but it was in the opposite direction of the camp, and I didn't want to waste anymore time.

After loading up, I got on the road. The sky was clear and the drive, although slightly long, was pretty. Just pastures, fir forests, and fields of hay.

Finally I drove into the campsite, found our spot and began the process of setting up.

***

The sun was getting low when I was setting up dinner (fire-roasted hot-dogs) for the team. Nora and her partner Katie had arrived about an hour after me, and Jim and his girlfriend Stacy and arrived another two hours after that. Jonathan left at the same time as Jim, so we knew that he should arrive soon.

Nora, Katie and I had played some frisbee and dipped our toes briefly in the river, but had mostly spent our time setting up tents, hammocks and drink coolers. The goal was to get set up and start relaxing as quickly as possible.

The evening went by quickly, and Jonathan showed up before dusk, his loud bike announcing his presence long before we saw him.

We fully embraced relaxing after dinner, sitting by the fire and telling stories, drinking and enjoying each other's company. Jonathan and I were the 5th and 6th wheels, so the couples started asking if we were planning on sharing our tent.

"I saw your double sleeping bag Bridge," Katie poked "It would be perfect!"

"Damn, you're right! Unfortunately, after the amount of hot-dogs I ate it will barely fit me, so Jonathan will have to sleep out in the cold."

"Not the cold!" Jonathan said, "sleeping in a hammock is the truest camping experience. Everyone should try it. And I've never gotten cold before!"

"Nora kept me warm in a hammock once." Katie started slowly, "she fingered me so good I came twice!" She finished with a laugh as Nora tried to shush her.

Katie had a well established history of getting increasingly raunchy as she drank, so this comment didn't really surprise anyone. I would be lying if I said I didn't like to hear the little tidbits of stories. They were always sexy, and if you asked, Katie would give all the details you wanted, until Nora shut her up of course.

That's not to say that Nora didn't like participating sometimes, if she had had enough to drink she was the one that would usually get handsy with Katie. I guess Nora was the shower and Katie was the teller.

The conversation naturally progressed into each of us telling stories of our riskiest sexual encounters. I didn't have any particularly good stories (and especially not ones that could hold a candle to Katie's) so I just listened and laughed as each person shared their experiences.

Nora and Katie were the first to head to their tent, preceded by some suspicious movement under the blanket draped across their dual camping chair.

One by one after that everyone went to bed. Being the last, I made sure that the fire was out, and headed to my tent.

***

Only after I had brushed my teeth and laid down did I start to hear Nora and Katie. It was light at first, soft coos and moans coming from the direction of their tent. I had opted for a spot near the river and they had set theirs up only about 20 feet from me. The river here was slow and quiet, and there wasn't any wind tonight, so it didn't take much to listen in.

As I listened I could occasionally hear one of them talking in a low voice, although I couldn't understand what they were saying. But between their brief conversations, the moans would continue. I was getting very turned on listening to them, and found myself with my dick in my hand slowly stroking it.

The moaning from the neighboring tent increased until I suddenly heard a full volume "Oh fuck, I'm going to come..." split the night air. That was definitely Nora's voice, and very shortly after she said it there was the cry of an orgasm at a similar volume. Not a yell, but not as suppressed as the other sounds I had heard so far.

They talked more and then there was silence for a time. I laid there and wished that I had brought something for cleanup, so that I could masturbate. I didn't want to make a big mess in the tent, so I tried to focus on other things and go to sleep.

However, just as I was starting to doze off I started to hear sounds again, this time not moans, but small repeated peeps. It was Katie.

I listened, kind of wishing I had brought earplugs so I could forget and go to sleep. The peeps became more breathy as time went on, then there was a pause and some unintelligible conversation. Then there was a moan and I heard Nora's voice break the relative silence again: "Mmm, you like that?"

There was an unintelligible response from Katie followed by another line from Nora.

"He's asleep, he doesn't care."

Ah, so Katie thought Nora was being too loud. Partially accurate, since really they were BOTH being too loud.

"I guess we'll find out." Was the next response to an unknown question. And then I started to hear the wet sounds of some sexual act. Katie's sounds turned into a series of extended "Ohs" that amplified in volume as the volume of the squelching increased in turn.

Another comment from Katie followed quickly by: "Two, do you want me to do three?" from Nora. Well that explains enough what was happening over there at least. Katie seemed to have reached her maximum acceptable volume for her sounds of pleasure because she didn't get louder even as the fingering did.

I began to touch myself more, pulling and massaging my once again hard member. It was too easy, listening to their sex was going to quickly make me cum.

Right as I was nearing completion, I heard a choked cry, followed by a squeak, followed by a long series of whimpers. Katie had just come, and the sound pushed me over the edge. I pressed the head of my penis into the shirt I had worn that day and unloaded several full jets of cum, quietly feeling the surge of pleasure run through my body.

As my head cleared, I could still hear Nora and Katie talking, although they were quiet enough that I couldn't understand them again.

That is until I heard Nora finally say loud enough for me to hear "Well why don't we just ask?"

"Hey Bridge, did you hear any of that?" Nora called out at a volume slightly louder than a normal talking voice.

My post-nut clarity, kicking in hard, I quickly replied. "Yep, every bit of it."

Both of the girls screamed and laughed. And Nora was quick to reply: "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

"No worries." I said, "hope you two had fun, I'm going to try and sleep now!"

"Goodnight!" came Katies voice now. "Hope you have sweet dreams!"

"I'm sure I will!" I sang hoping it didn't sound too weird. After that, the exhaustion from the day and from my release hit me, and I quickly drifted off into sleep.

***

The sun rose early and with it the birds. I had hoped to be able to sleep in but the chirping and cawing in the air put that hope to rest.

I got up from my tent and went to the edge of the bluff next to our campsite. The sites were spread around a large grassy field with a single loop to drive on. The loop followed the river, and our site was right next to the junction where Whiskey Creek joined the Soup River.

Next to us was a dirt and sand bluff that was steep, but not too steep to climb down to get to the river's edge. Because of the difficult access for this particular section of the river though, there were few people that would end up on the same part of the bank as us. Our specific campsite was mostly open and grassy, but had several larger trees so we had sunny and shady places to relax.

I enjoyed the view from the Bluff for a while before the other members of the group started to rouse. Jonathan was the first one up after me, and he went straight to business making breakfast for everyone. Not long after I heard Nora and Katies's tent unzip and looked over to see Nora's head poking out. She smiled sheepishly and waved at me, which I returned.

I looked back out to the river, continuing to enjoy the view when Nora wandered over to me.

"Hey, hope we didn't bother you last night." She said, "Sorry for being so loud."

I looked up and saw that her face was bright red, and she looked embarrassed. I laughed. "No worries," I assured her, "I thought it was funny." Leaving out that it had turned me on as well seemed like the correct thing to do. "Seriously, try not to worry about it."

"Ugh, okay. I still feel bad."

Just then Jonathan wandered over too.

"Some food is ready if you two are hungry." he said with the spatula still in his hand.

We got up and got straight to eating, Jim and Stacey joining us shortly after we started. Katie was the last person to get up, and only when she was physically dragged out of the tent by Nora. As she came over to the table she said good morning to everyone and gave me a conspiratorial wink. I rolled my eyes and ignored her.

The day got quickly underway and we all had one plan, drink and relax in the river. It was getting too hot to be in direct sunlight, so once we were done eating we suited up and headed down to the water.

With our coolers of sandwich makings and a variety of drinks we were set. The river bank was mostly a smooth sandstone that had sections both in and out of the water. Past that the sandstone dropped off and it got deep enough for some real swimming with a bottom of river rocks.

Jim and I were wearing swim trunks, but Jonathan had opted for a speedo to "increase his hydrodynamics." Stacy was wearing a modest one-piece, and Nora and Katie were wearing matching green and orange bikinis respectively.

Jim, Nora, and I spent the first part of the day seeing who could catch the biggest crawdad. We all took turns playing some frisbee while whoever wasn't playing relaxed on the sandstone or in one of the camping chairs we had brought down. Katie, Jim and Stacy swam across the river to the other side which was mostly submerged trees and grass, but came back quickly when something touched Jim's foot underwater.

At around noon we all started getting hungry and began putting together our sandwiches. As we were doing that we heard a voice from the top of the bluff.

"Hellooo! Can a girl get a drink?" It was Carina, waving down from above. She was in jean shorts and a white tank top that was clearly thrown on over her swimsuit, which you could see beneath it. Her hair was not in its usual bun, but was flowing freely down her back and over her shoulders. It was long, down to her waist, and it was extremely beautiful.

There was a chorus of greetings as she half-slid, half-climbed down the bluff and joined us without losing her balance for a second.

"I need cider and sunscreen!" she announced. Taking the former from me and the bottle of sunscreen from Stacy.

"The cats are alright then?" I asked as she took the beer, immediately placed it between her thighs, and started taking off her tank-top. I tried not to stare as she peeled the clothing off, trying to remember how I stood and where I put my hands when there wasn't a beautiful, fit woman undressing in front of me.

At work we wore, well, work clothes. All the time. This usually consisted of sweatshirts, and work jeans or Carhartt's, things that generally hid your body shape. Because of that it was easy to forget how shapely Carina was. She was curvy in the best way, and you could still see her musculature in her arms and especially her back. I made a mental note not to stare at her for the rest of the day.

"They survived the night, yes." She said she moved the cider can from between her thighs to under her arm as she unzipped and shimmied her shorts off.. "Although I'm not sure why I get paid so much to check them every day when this lady is gone. They hardly eat and they never get up to anything."

She cracked open the cider and began to drink. And with a heavy sigh she turned to me and asked "Sandwiches?"

As she turned towards me I pretended that I hadn't just had my eyes glued to the process of her undressing, and said "Yeah, let me make one for you."

We had our lunch and caught Carina up on the events of the morning. The river weed incident on the other bank, and the fact that despite his hydrodynamics, Jonathan was yet to even get more than ankle deep in the water.

"I need to evenly tan!" He argued, not changing positions in his camping chair.

We passed away the hours with some Marco Polo and sitting and chatting. Eventually after enough beers I needed to relieve myself and waded out into a deeper part of the river and stood enjoying the flow.

I suddenly heard splashing behind me and Carina was half walking half swimming out towards me, holding another cider above the water as she came.

"Oh, uh, don't mind me. Just taking a leak" I warned her and she approached.

"Duh, it's super obvious." She said, "that's why I came out here to pee too."

I laughed, and tried to relax.

"So how was the first night?" She asked as we both relieved ourselves underwater.

"Uh, good!" I said, "kinda funny since Nora and Katie set up their tent pretty close to mine."

"Uh on, what happened?" She almost groaned.

I laughed, "Well I thought they were maybe getting a little handsy before we all went to bed, and then finally laying down that was confirmed." We were far enough away from everyone else that I felt comfortable recounting what had happened as we enjoyed the water.

"Oh my god, those two are insatiable." She said after I had finished. "We went on a road trip once and I had hotel rooms next to theirs three nights in a row and it was like it was non-stop."

We both laughed. "Soo, was it hot?" She asked, slyly.

I froze, not sure how to answer. I didn't want Carina to think I was a creep, but I also wasn't going to lie to her.

"I mean, yeah. Of course." I said hesitantly, finishing with a laugh. "I could literally hear Nora fingering Katie, yes it was hot."

Carina opened her mouth wide in a silent laugh and we both glanced over at where Nora and Katie were sitting. The drinks had apparently done its work and Nora had her hand squarely on Katie's ass firmly holding her cheek.

"I get the feeling it's going to be another night of being kept up." I mumbled.

"If you're lucky." Carina replied, elbowing me and heading back towards the shore. "I need more cider. Come with me!"

I complied and we walked back to the group. As we were walking back Katie caught my eye again and gave another wink. This time I wasn't sure what she was winking about, but it was probably just an expression of the amount of alcohol she had that day.

***

As the sun started to get lower and it got more difficult to find sunny places to sit by the river, we all decided to make our way up the bank for dinner. We started a fire and cooked some baked potatoes in the embers. Carina had brought some egg salad that went into the cooler when she arrived, so we had that and a variety of chips as well. The evening was spent laughing and steadily scooting towards the fire as the sun descended further and further behind the trees.

We broke out the s'mores and roasting sticks once the sun had gone fully down. Each of us cooking (or burning) our marshmallows according to our preferences. Carina even got out a stick and began roasting one at the edge of the coals.

"I thought you didn't like marshmallows," I inquired as she adjusted the distance of her stick and started to rotate the payload.

"I think cooking them is fun, I just don't like to eat them" She answered.

She was much more patient than I was and my marshmallow got slightly burnt on one side, but the s'more was still delicious. Just as I was finishing up and preparing more gram crackers and chocolate, she pulled a perfectly toasted brown marshmallow away from the fire. She took a nice close look at the puffy exterior and, seemingly satisfied, pushed it in my direction, smiling.

"Here you go." She said, holding it still so that I could pinch it between my crackers and chocolate.

"Aww, thanks." I said, honestly touched at the kind gesture. She just smiled and watched me take the first bite.

She raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Is it good?"

"Way better than the one I did." I said honestly. "Not even a little burnt. Mallow perfection.

Her smile grew, and looked at me for a moment more before staring back at the fire. I found myself smiling to myself long after the simple interaction.

From the other side of the fire Katie caught my eye and was giving me a look, a silly smirk. What now? Was she trying to tell me that I could expect a repeat of last night's performance tonight? I threw a marshmallow at her and she squealed and hid under her and Nora's blanket.

***

Several times I wondered if Carina was going to have to leave to get back for the night. She was about as close as she could get to the fire and had an extra blanket from Nora on her back due to the cold. It didn't seem like she had brought a tent or sleeping bag, so I knew she wasn't planning on staying. However as we sat there and joked back and forth and wiped sticky marshmallow fingers on each other, I was hesitant to spoil the fun by mentioning it.

Finally at around eleven thirty when everyone was getting visibly tired she said "Welp, I guess I better get moving." And hung her head low starting to scoot her camping chair back. "I wish I could just stay here, but the damn cats..."

There were a series of boos from around the fire at the declaration. With shouts of "No, stay!" and "Don't leave us!" from the others.

I piped up, "Didn't you say that the cats would be fine for a day by themselves? You should just stay, I have room in my tent." The words were out of my mouth before I even thought about them. I immediately hoped that I didn't sound like a creep offering her a spot on my tent.

"Oh," she said, looking as though she was seriously considering it. "But, I don't have a sleeping bag either and it's already super cold."

"You can use that blanket, and we have another extra one you can wrap up in too!" Katie interjected excitedly. She seemed surprisingly invested in Carina staying the night.

Again my mouth was moving before my brain was. "And in case it gets too cold for just blankets, my sleeping bag is a double, and so is my sleeping pad, so we can share if you get too chilly." The words were spilling out too quickly. Did I just offer to let her sleep in my sleeping bag? I waited and just hoped that she didn't give me any looks like I was some kind of freak.

"Oh, that's so handy. Why do you have a double?" Was all she said. I released the internal breath I had been holding.

I explained the origin of the sleeping bag and how my desire to get to the campsite as fast as possible had informed the choice to not get a new one.

"Well, that's good news for me!" She said "I feel kind of bad about the cats, but I do NOT want to drive home in the dark on those curvy roads. Looks like we have a plan bunkmate!" She smiled in my direction and it looked like the heat of the fire had made her cheeks extra rosy.

Everyone cheered and Jonathan shared his excitement about her being able to stay for breakfast as well.

A wave of relief washed over me, she didn't feel awkward, so I didn't need to either. Just a couple of friends sharing a tent for the night.

Once that was decided The conversation picked up again for another fifteen minutes or so until people started to go to bed. Jim and Stacy were first, followed by Jonathan. I waited for a while hoping to be the last to go to bed so that I could put out the fire and wrap up the campsite, but Nora and Katie seemed to be in no rush to head to their own tent. As such I stood up and started to pack things away. Carina got up to help and we both wrapped up the campsite together.

The two girls waited until the last minute to go to bed, only getting up and slowly wrapping up their blanket when I started to put the fire out. I figured they would be anxious to get to their own tent after all the looks from Katie.

We all said our goodnights and walked back towards our tents in the moonlight.

***

I walked Carina to her car with my flashlight to get some of her things before we made our way back to the tent. An emergency sweatshirt and toothbrush from underneath one of her seats, her water bottle, and her purse.

We made it back in the light of my flashlight and I opened up the spacious tent. It was still kind of a mess from the night before and I quickly stepped in to make sure my soiled shirt from the night before was hidden away in my bag.

Once everything was set up we started our nighttime routine. I had a tiny lantern to hang from the top of the tent to give us light for brushing our teeth and getting ready for bed. I wandered off behind some trees to relieve myself and took some sweatpants for sleeping in with me too. This way I could change behind the trees and not be awkward about it in the tent.

When I got back to the tent Carina was sitting wrapped in the blanket on part of the sleeping bag.

"Hey, is it alright if I just sleep in the sleeping bag?" She asked a little timidly. "I know it's going to be too cold for just blankets and I didn't get the second one from the girls."

"Oh, yeah, Of course. I guess you could try to get the other blanket now, but who knows what you might interrupt." I joked, wondering if the girls were already starting on what would surely be their nightly routine while here.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too." she laughed back, then looked at me slightly quizzically. "Were you wearing sweatpants this whole time?"

I looked down. "Yep, all day, swam in them and everything." I said as I crawled in and conspicuously stuffed the pants I had been wearing into my bag.

"Ha-ha." She said sarcastically "You didn't have to change out there, you could have just done it in here."

"Eh, it wasn't a big deal I had to go out there anyway." It was kind of nice to know that she would feel comfortable with me changing around her. I kind of wished I had, if only so that she knew I felt comfortable around her too.

I started to climb into the sleeping bag and she did the same, still in her jean-shorts and tank-top that she had put back on after swimming. Although the sleeping bag was large, it was still a little hard to get in while leaving each other enough space.

"Let's take a picture!" She said "Camping selfie!" She pulled her phone out and held it out while we both smiled. Me tucked in, and her leaning back on her elbow so that we were closer together. "I'll send it to you." She said as she sat back looking at the phone screen.

"I'm going to change real quick too." She said still sitting with her torso out of the bag. "Are you good if I turn this out?" She gestured at the lantern.

"All ready!" I replied. "I'll keep my eyes closed, don't worry."

She laughed as she turned off the light. "You don't have to, it's not like you're going to see anything."

With the light out she was right, and I opened my eyes in the darkness. I heard the rustling of clothes as Carina started to change. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, I realized that the moonlight was still strong enough to penetrate the tent. I looked to the right and realised that I could see the silhouette of Carina's torso as she removed her top. As she lowered her arms, the curve of her breast came into view, and I could see the point of her nipple as well. There was just enough moonlight to give it depth, and I unconsciously held my breath.

Just then Carina's phone vibrated in her lap and the screen lit up. Her front was fully illuminated by the bright screen and I saw in great detail the goosebumps on the skins of her breast, and the pink nipples that stood at attention in the cold night air.

She startled, and immediately looked over to me, seeing that I was starting right at her. She pressed her left forearm against her chest trying to cover herself, but only succeeding in capturing her left nipple between her breast and forearm, with it still poking out.

My eyes went wide and I quickly and exaggeratedly threw my hand over my eyes.

"Sorry!" I said, making a pained expression. "I should have just kept them shut."

She laughed again "No, that was my fault. I just got a notification that the picture failed to send. I really should have known that was going to happen."

"Oof, yeah, no service. Whoops." I said, still feeling embarrassed.

The rustling of clothes continued next to me for a moment and then stopped. I took the opportunity to change the position of one of my arms and it just so happened to be when she started moving again. I felt my hand bump into her as well as something wet and cold.

I inadvertently uttered a noise like: "Waagh!" and said "What the heck was that?"

"That was my hip." she said. "You practically punched me!"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry... Wait, are you still wearing your wet swimsuit?" I asked incredulously. "No wonder you were so cold this whole time and in front of the fire! Take that off you loon!" I finished with a laugh. Again, I immediately regretted my phrasing after completing my sentence. Fortunately she quickly responded with a timid laugh.

"Yeah, I know I should have taken them off earlier, but I only thought about it when it was starting to get really cold, and I didn't want to leave the fire."

I just laughed. "Can I turn on the light for a minute?"

She said yes, so I reached up and illuminated the tent once again. She was still sitting up with her sweatshirt on. Her tank-top and bikini top were cast aside and I could see that she still had her shorts mostly on. Apparently I had interrupted her while she was removing them. I rolled over looking through my bag. I had brought some athletic shorts in case the nights were warm and I pulled them out and offered them to her.

"You can wear these since your shorts are probably still wet too." I said as she took them.

"The shorts are mostly dry, but I will absolutely take these, they will be way more comfortable to sleep in. Thanks!"

I turned the light back out and felt her start to move around again. The sleeping bag pulled and moved as she changed and I tried not to think about the fact that her bottom half was going to be briefly naked next to me.

She settled in and released a sigh of comfort followed by a whisper "I haven't heard Nora or Katie yet, so maybe they just went to sleep tonight."

I snorted, "Not likely, they're probably waiting until we're quiet for a while, thinking that we're asleep."

"I guess there's only one way to find out." She said "Sleep tight!" And with that I felt her roll away with her back to me.

"Sleep tight." I replied rolling onto my left side so that we were back to back.

It was difficult to shut down my brain, in addition to the fun of the day, I couldn't get the image of Carina's naked breast out of my mind. Her silhouette followed by her bare skin ran on repeat in my head and I found myself glad to be facing away from her as an erection began to tent my sweatpants.

I was just starting to drift off when I noticed Carina changing positions every minute or so and tugging hard on the sleeping bag and adjusting her blanket.

I kept my pelvis facing away from her but turned my head and torso to look in her direction.

"Hey, are you alright?" I said quietly.

"Sorry, I'm just really cold still." She replied and I felt like I could hear the chill in her voice. "Can I cuddle up next to you to steal some heat?"

I froze for a moment, not wanting her to feel my still present erection, but knowing that I couldn't say no.

"Yeah, of course, scoot on over." I said, expecting her to just get closer to me so that our backs were touching. Instead she rolled over, scooted right up to my back and fully spooned me, burying her face into my back, and even wrapping her arm around my waist, dangerously close to the head of my penis.

"Thanks." She said, and fell silent while clinging to me.

I was fully awake again, remembering how she looked in the light of her phone, while feeling her body pressed up against me. I couldn't say that I could feel her breasts against my back because of her sweatshirt, but I could feel the pressure of her holding me tightly. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensation and I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep. The excitement of being held by her was filling my chest with energy and nerves. In spite of this, the comfort that came from her embrace and exhaustion started to take me towards unconsciousness again. But again, just before I dozed off, Carina shifted again.

"Bridge, can you spoon me? My back is so cold." She said quietly.

A little groggy I quickly replied "Yeah sure." I realized that I had agreed to her request without thinking about the logistics of my, still present, erection. I used the excuse of checking my phone to quickly tuck my penis fully into the waistband of my sweatpants before rolling over. Looking at the screen I saw that it was only twelve thirty, so we hadn't been lying there for long. I slowly rolled over moving a little towards the middle of the sleeping bag. Once I was in position Carina pressed into me, again pushing her body into mine. I was very glad that I had made the adjustment, because She firmly pressed her buttocks into the front of my pants. And as she settled I could feel my penis jump with every move she made. I hoped dearly that she didn't notice it.

I laid there for a moment wondering what to do with my left arm, then I finally gave in and wrapped it around her waist making a fist so I wasn't pressing my palm into her belly. It wasn't that I didn't want to do that, but we were skirting the edge of a boundary, and I didn't want to take advantage of the trust she had already put in me by doing something that made her uncomfortable.

Then again...

At every step of this evening Carina had shown that she trusted me. Everything she had done and said up to now made it clear that she didn't think I was going to take advantage of her. She was clearly comfortable with me, and I felt like I should return the favor and relax a little, extending the same courtesy.

I adjusted my position behind her and pulled my knees up so that I was fully cradling her legs with my own. I moved my head forwards into a more comfortable position, and could suddenly smell her hair in front of me. I opened my hand and held her waist as though I was riding on the back of a motorcycle she was driving.

As I made these adjustments I felt her relax even further into me and release a light sound of contentment. We were both comfortable and relaxed, just two friends trying to get to sleep.

Carina took a deep breath in, and I heard her breath catching a little in her throat. It almost sounded like she was shivering.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, "You sound like you're still cold."

Her breath stopped. Then she took another deep breath and I could hear the same shake in it as before.

After a pause she answered "I think it's from the swimsuit. You should feel how cold my hip still is."

As she said that she grabbed my left wrist and slowly brought my hand to her hip. Instead of feeling the athletic shorts I had given her, I felt my fingertips touch warm skin. It took me a moment to realize what was going on as she pressed my hand into her soft flesh.

A hundred thoughts ran through my head in that moment, each question leading to another and then to a general realization. Had she pulled down the shorts without me noticing? Was she even wearing them at all? No wonder she was cold. Had she even put them on in the first place? Had she planned on sleeping half naked next to me? Had she planned on not having a change of clothes after swimming? Had she planned on staying the night? Why was her skin so warm? Was she even cold? Then why was she shivering? Was that really shivering?

I realized that her breath had stopped again, as though she was awaiting my response. When she couldn't hold it any longer she released another breath similarly catching in her throat. This time it was obvious that it wasn't the cold that was making it do that, but nervousness. She was waiting to see if I was okay with what she had done.

I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew that I was okay with it. So I went with casual joking like we often did.

"Hey, you don't feel that cold." I said slowly moving my hand down the side of her smooth leg.

"Maybe it's just my core temp that's low." She said slowly, keeping up the charade for a little longer.

"Maybe. Want me to check?" I asked as my hand went from the side of her leg to the front and began moving up again towards her pelvis. I was slow and rotated my hand as it neared the end of her leg to let my fingers lead the way, sliding along her skin.

"Yes please." She said, little more than a whisper. My hand moved up and I confirmed that she was also not wearing underwear as my fingers moved over the crease between her thigh and her torso. My arm slipped under her sweatshirt and it was pushed up as I moved closer to her chest.

My hand moved across her skin upwards until I found the underside of her left breast. I ran my fingers along its curves until they found her warm and hard nipple. I pinched the warm hard nub as her breast filled my hand.

Carina let out a small moan and I continued moving my hand until I found her other breast and repeated the process. I pulled her tightly into my chest with her breast in my hand, and felt my own breath start to catch in my throat; from a combination of nerves and desire.

As I squeezed her nipples and played with her breasts I felt her left hand reach back under my busy arm. Her fingers pulled up my shirt until they found the edge of my sweatpants and she burrowed her relatively cold fingers, not just into the sweats, but into my underwear too. She rested her hand on the side of my hip, the same way, my hand had been resting on hers at first.

I wanted to explore more so I began to move my hand back down her belly. I caressed her bellybutton as I moved past and found the springy softness of her pubic mound, perfectly smooth. As my hand continued over it she rolled off of her side onto her back and lightly spread her legs. My hand continued smoothly down until I felt her outer labia. I palmed the entirety of her vulva, feeling the warmth and I pressed my hand into it. My middle finger pressing towards her vagina while the heel of my hand pressed against her clitoris.

As she rolled onto her back her hand now moved into the front of my underwear, quickly finding my penis and gripping it firmly. The sensation made me shudder and I could feel the tension and suspense with her grip.

I moved my hand down more and used my fingers to press into and stroke her opening. I barely had to push to feel how wet she was. And as I continued to rub around her entrance that wetness spread to more and more of her smooth vulva. When there was an even coat around her labia I sank my middle and ring finger slowly into her pussy, making sure there was no resistance. Carina let out a moan as I pushed them deeper then paused before curving them to press into her G-spot. As she moaned I pulled back only to press into her again and repeat. As I found my rhythm, she also found hers as she rocked her pelvis against my hand.

While I did that she began to run her hand up and down my shaft. Her pace was slightly erratic, but her touch felt amazing. She stopped for a moment and we paused as she tried to pull down the front of my pants with one hand. I lifted my body up to help her with the process and once that was done she continued to stroke me, unhindered by my clothes.

After adjusting my pants I pushed myself up onto my right elbow so that I could finger her at a better angle. I could barely see her face in the moonlight now, but I could hear her heavy breathing right next to me. I stopped fingering her for a moment and laid the heel of my hand on her clit again. As I stopped I leaned in slowly to try and find her lips, but before I could reach them, she lifted her own head and our mouths met.

We kissed passionately, both forgetting our ministrations below the belt for a moment as we explored each others' mouths. I could feel her desire as her tongue pressed into mine and her right hand found the back of my head, pulling me down towards the ground. This movement pulled my torso to almost be on top of her and we were both suddenly reminded of what we were doing with our hands.

I felt her slide her hand to the head of my penis and begin to rub her thumb across the head, spreading my precum around and causing me to moan with pleasure.

I extracted my fingers, now thoroughly coated in her juices, and slid them up to her clit; bathing it in the slippery fluid. I then began to rub circles around the firm nub, trying not to stimulate it too directly.

"Oh, fuck." Carina said, breaking away from the kiss long enough to gasp and then pull me back in. We layed like that for a while, her rubbing the slick head of my penis, and I circling her clit. She eventually broke away from the kiss permanently, continuing to mutter "Oh fuck, ooooh fuck... So good..." My head hung over her and I could feel her breath as she spoke.

I didn't want to stop, but I also wanted to taste her. So I paused the movement of my hand and lifted myself to move my head down toward her legs.

She made a noise of disappointment as I stopped, but quickly scooted her body up as I got into position between her legs. I could smell her musty aroma, and it was like a drug to me.

Her legs now spread widely in front of me, I leaned forward and, just like I had done with my fingers, I started from below her vagina and licked all the way to the top of her vulva. This elicited another moan of pleasure and once at the top I wrapped my lips around her clit.

Her hands found my head once again, this time gripping my hair firmly and pulling me sharply into her pussy. With my already-wet fingers I pressed into her vagina again, finding her g-spot and stimulating it rhythmically as I circled her clit with my tongue.

Her moans redoubled for a moment before she suddenly got quiet. She was still responding to what I was doing and pulling me into her, but it seemed like she was trying to stifle any loud sounds.

I continued to lick her and press my fingers deep inside of her warmth, and she was quickly responding. Her ability to keep quiet was growing less and she had started to speak again in hushed tones.

"Don't stop, it's so good. Don't... Don't stop. I'm going to cum."

I maintained course and moaned myself as I heard her words. Then suddenly her pelvis jolted forward and she stopped moving altogether only to let out a loud moan as her hips began to buck. I felt the walls of her pussy grip my fingers nearly pushing them out and I stopped licking, instead just pressing my flattened tongue firmly against her clit as she came.

She continued to shudder and breath heavily for a moment as I pressed into her g-spot several more times as her orgasm subsided.

"Holy shit." Was all she said before grabbing me by the hair again and pulling my face up to hers. She kissed me firmly again, pressing her tongue into my mouth, thoroughly unconcerned by her lubrication now being spread onto her face. I put my right hand on the back of her neck and held her as we kissed. My left hand, still covered in her juices, snaked under her sweatshirt finding her right breast. I unabashedly gripped the soft mound and it quickly became slick as I circled her slippery nipple with my fingers.

She moaned into my mouth and broke off the kiss.

"Get on your back." She commanded. And I quickly obeyed, rolling over as she climbed on top of me hovering over my thighs.

I felt the wet lips of her pussy touch the shaft of my penis as she moved forward, and then she lowered her weight onto my penis, sandwiching it between my belly and her vulva. She sat up like that, and I could barely see her removing the sweatshirt she had been wearing.

She leaned forward and began kissing me again. By this time the tent itself was actually getting hot, and the coolness of the night was forgotten. As I moved my hands from her thighs and onto her back I could feel a light sheen of sweat on her body. I traced her sides and found her breasts once again, this time with both hands. As I took them she began to move her body forward sliding her pussy along my penis. My member was placed squarely between her labia and her movement was spreading all of her juices along it. The movement felt amazing and was quickly bringing the head of my penis towards her entrance.

Before I got there though, she changed direction, sliding back. She continued this as we kissed and I moved my hands down to her ass to assist her in sliding back and forth, repeatedly rubbing her pussy against me. Her kissing slowed as she began to rub faster and then suddenly she came to almost a complete halt. She lifted away from my face and placed her hands on my chest.

"You feel so good." I said to her quietly. "I didn't realize how much I wanted this... Wanted you."

"I want you too." she replied as she slid forward once more, this time further than any of the others. I felt my swollen head line up perfectly with her slick opening.

She pushed down and back and I felt the resistance at her entrance before I slid in and her walls surrounded the head of my penis, tight and wonderfully warm. She let out a moan as I entered her, and I did at the exact same time, our passion and bodies lining up perfectly. We sat there for a moment enjoying the feeling until she slowly lowered herself more and more, until her labia were pressed firmly against the base of my shaft.

A moment of mental clarity struck me then. I was inside of my friend. I was having sex with one of the most amazing and beautiful people I knew. This wasn't going to ruin our friendship was it? My worry got the better of me and I spoke out.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" I said quietly into the dark.

Carina leaned forward again and said in a quiet voice "I'm beyond sure. Are you okay?"

Without thinking I replied "I don't think I've ever been quite as happy."

She kissed me again and then sat back up and began to rock back and forth on top of me. I could feel my penis shift inside of her as she moved her torso and the feeling was incredible. As she rocked, her pelvis was tipped forward and pressing into me hard. With my hands still on her waist I started to assist her movement by pulling her back and forth. Our combined pace increased and she was now riding me hard. Our effort was showing as the lube from her pussy as well as our sweat made our bodies slide easily against each other.

Our movements got faster as we found our rhythm, her pelvis sliding rapidly over mine as I held her hips. The position was not as stimulating for me as some, but my arousal, and the passion between us as we frantically fucked made up for that. Carina was no longer being careful about sound and was releasing a steady stream of long "oohs" and undefined moans of pleasure. In addition, as we slid across each other the wet sound of our sex filled the tent.

We went faster and faster reaching a fever pitch of fucking and moaning. The feeling was too good for me and I also joined in my own moans of pleasure.

The steady pace was building up my orgasm and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The last thing I wanted to do was pull out, but I certainly wasn't going to do anything we might regret.

"Oh Carina..." I moaned "I'm going to cum soon."

"Oh fuck, Cum in me." She simply said without pausing her movements at all. "I'm going to cum if you cum."

Her saying those words were the last thing I needed to be pushed over the edge.

"Oh fuck!" I cried as I felt my orgasm begin and my hips lurched forward.

She responded in kind by letting out the loudest moan of the night as her pussy clamped down, pulsating, on my penis.

The feeling was too amazing and I fully let go. The damn burst, and I felt gush after gush of cum rush out of me. It felt like more than I had ever cum, and I pulled Carina firmly down onto me as I unloaded shot after shot.

She continued to cum as I did and I could feel as the contractions in her vagina died down. We were both breathing heavily, and she leaned forward and placed her lips on mine while I was still inside of her.

"Best. Camping trip. Ever." She said as she pulled away and we looked into what we could see of each others' eyes.

"Thoroughly agreed." I said lifting my head up to kiss her again.

She moved to get off of me but I held her down. I really wanted one more thing before we separated.

"Sit on my face." I simply said.

"Right now?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"I want to lick the cum out of you." I stated, matter-of-factly.

As I said that I felt her pussy tighten on my shaft again, and without any other hesitation, she slid off and quickly placed her knees on either side of my head and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

I devoured her pussy, licking deep into her vagina and sucking every bit of cum I could find. As I did this she gripped my hair again suddenly and lightly convulsed several times. I didn't stop and continued pushing my tongue as far into her as I could. I then moved to the rest of her vulva and licked her lips and clit clean of everything that had been there.

"Holy shit, that was so hot I just had, like, a mini-orgasm." She said, sounding surprised.

"Fuck yeah!" I said and licked her clit again. She let out a squeal and got up from her seat, laying down again on my right side.

She draped her right leg and arm over me as I lay on my back and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." She said pressing her naked body against mine. "I hope it's okay."

"It's more than okay." I said putting my arm beneath her head and pulling her in tight. "There is nothing that could have made me happier tonight."

"Sorry if we made a mess on your sleeping bag." she said. "But on the bright side I don't feel cold anymore."

I reached over and pinched her on the butt and we laughed and giggled until the endorphins and the silence of the night embraced us and we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms.

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