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October 21st-22nd, 2016“We want to go camping,” Mitch said to Tracy one evening in late September. He and his wife, Misty, were visiting Tracy and Becca, and all four of them were watching a movie together in the living room. “You two go camping all the time,” Tracy returned, “what’s stopping you?” “No,” Mitch replied. “We want all of us to go camping,” he explained. “Me and Misty, you and Becca, Heather and Katie. All six of us.” Tracy assumed an intrigued expression. “That’s an interesting idea,” she admitted. “We’ve never done that before.” “Not with all six of us there,” Mitch agreed. Tracy nodded and turned her attention to Becca. “You wanna go?” Becca smiled. “Absolutely. I’ll be honest, I never, ever thought I would like camping until the first time we went out there with you two. It’s just so peaceful.” She closed her eyes as if remembering. “As long as we don’t go when it’s hot.” “I’ll talk to Heather and see what she says,” Tracy offered. “Fall break is coming up in October. That would be a good time for those of you who are teachers.” Mitch nodded in agreement. “That’s sort of what we were thinking. Misty’s birthday is that week.” He paused and put a hand to the side of his mouth. “She’s turning forty!” he whispered loudly. Misty punched him. “So, that weekend would be good for Heather and Katie, Misty and I, but can the two of you get off?” Mitch asked. “Weather should be cooled off by then too,” he added. Becca nodded. “I can pretty much get off work whenever I need to,” she told them. “Won’t be a problem here, either,” Tracy added. “So, that sounds like a good weekend.” “I suppose somebody should ask the other two if they want to go,” Becca said with a laugh. “Oh, they will,” Tracy said. “I can talk Heather into anything.” Tracy picked up her phone and in just a matter of a few seconds, Heather and Katie had agreed to a camping trip over fall break. “She said she’d talk to her parents about using our spot but she doesn’t think it’ll be an issue,” Tracy relayed. “I think more than anything, she just wants to make sure her dad doesn’t come out there for some reason while we’re all there.” “Good thinking,” Mitch agreed. “Between Heather’s dad and myself, we keep the place pretty well-maintained. Last time Misty and I were there, things looked great.” As September passed into October, anticipation amongst the little group of friends began to build. They started making preparations, thinking of anything and everything they might need for a two or three-day camping experience. Heather and Katie made a list of food items they could bring. Mitch and Misty were in charge of supplying the tents (they had plenty of different shapes and sizes), while Tracy and Becca volunteered to purchase all of the various beverages they might want to consume. The big day finally arrived. They’d made plans to depart sometime Friday afternoon, and stay Friday evening through Saturday, Saturday night, and pack up and head home sometime Sunday. They loaded tents, clothes, ice chests full of food and drinks, and six people into two different vehicles and headed out. It was a short drive to the camping area. Tracy hadn’t been there for quite some time and was surprised at how much work they had done. Through an arrangement with Heather’s father, the group had set the area up for camping purposes several years ago. It was a piece of pasture near a fairly large pond. The grassy area sat down in a valley far from the highways and roads. A perfectly secluded spot where they were guaranteed that absolutely no one would bother them. A grove of trees surrounded the pond on three sides, providing a scenic backdrop, as well as wood for fires. They had cleared away and leveled a large spot for tents and set up a campfire area as well. A fire pit in the center ensured that the flames stayed where they were supposed to. For seating, a ring of park benches circled the fire pit. Two picnic tables for eating, card playing, or playing other games, sat off to one side. The grass was well manicured, the pond was stocked full of catfish, and not a sound could be heard except the rustling of the leaves in the trees. “I see Dad came out and mowed for us,” Heather commented as she stepped out of the vehicle. “What about the cattle?” Becca asked. “Do we have to worry about them?” “No calves in this pasture right now,” Heather answered. “So, we should be good.” The next hour was spent unpacking and setting up tents. Mitch had brought three tents big enough for two people, plus one much larger tent that all six of them could be in comfortably, just in case it started raining, or whatever. They needn’t worry about rain, though. The weather was perfect, a rarity for that part of the country, where there might be five or six days a year when it’s actually comfortable to be outside. The air was cool and crisp, but far from being cold. The skies were clear, which allowed them to watch a beautiful sunset and enjoy a perfect evening in the twilight hours. They roasted hotdogs over the fire for supper that evening, skewering the dogs on long sticks. After they’d eaten, they whiled away their time, chatting around the fire, sharing stories, and drinking beer. “Jeez,” Katie said, after finishing her third bottle. “Twenty years ago, I’d have been able to drink six or seven of these by now.” “Hell,” Becca added, “even eight or nine years ago, I could have finished off a six-pack by now.” “Ugh,” Tracy said. “Does that mean we’re getting old?” Heather jokingly put her hands to her ears. “Don’t say that word, I don’t want to hear it.” Becca had brought a guitar with her. She’d started learning how to play after she turned thirty. Most people would have given up on such a new hobby after just a few attempts. But not Becca. She’d stuck with it, using an instructional book at first and then consulting videos on YouTube. Now, nine years later, she had become quite good. She began strumming the tune to a familiar folk song. One that they’d all sung before. One they all liked.  She sang the first verse alone. “That song’s in Friday the 13th,” Mitch observed, “and we’re out in the middle of the woods. Are you trying to summon a hockey-mask wearing, Ankara escort machete-wielding maniac?” “But Jason wasn’t the villain in Friday the 13th,” Becca pointed out as she strummed. “His mom was.” “So, maybe we need to be looking out for a crazy woman in a light blue sweater,” Heather joked. Tracy, Heather, Katie, and Misty joined in as Becca started the next verse. As Becca strummed, Tracy watched the firelight dance through her eyes. Katie rested her head in Heather’s lap while Heather caressed and tickled Katie’s tummy. Misty was sitting with her back to Mitch as he massaged her shoulders. Tracy finished off a bottle of beer and went to the ice chest to fetch another. She listened to Becca strum at the guitar and looked up at the gorgeous half-moon shining in the sky. She twisted open the bottle and took a healthy swallow from it. The small forest surrounding her did remind her of all those horror movies they used to watch. Instead of making her scared, it warmed her with fond memories of growing up with Heather and Mitch. They’d been friends for so long. They sang the chorus once more, finishing the song properly. Tracy noticed that Mitch’s massage had become much more sensual and Misty was starting to enjoy it. Katie’s head was still in Heather’s lap, but Heather’s hand had moved from Katie’s tummy to the waistline of Katie’s jeans. As Becca finished playing, she set her guitar down beside her. “Anyone know a good ghost story?” she asked as she jumped up to snag another drink for herself. “Are you kidding,” Heather answered. “Four of us are teachers. I’m pretty sure every school in America is haunted.” Misty nodded in agreement. “There’s been a lot of energy expended in those buildings. A lot of worry, a lot of fear, a lot of happiness, a lot of tears.” “I remember my first year of teaching,” Heather began. “I had to stay up at school really late, every night, just trying to keep my head above water.” She paused and glanced at the others. “You all remember what it was like, just trying to stay one day ahead of the class and all that.” They all nodded in agreement. “Well, one night I was up there pretty late. I promise you, I was the only one in the building.” Heather paused for a moment, acknowledging each of the people sitting around the fire. “I was sitting there at my desk, trying to get some papers graded and the intercom came on. It stayed on for a while and I thought I could hear someone on the other end—breathing, or moving around, a rustling type sound.” She paused again and took a sip from her beer. “Then, music started playing. The song was ‘Hard to Handle’ by the Black Crowes.” Misty and Katie both laughed. “Seriously?” Katie asked, incredulously. “At least the ghost had good taste in music,” Becca quipped. Heather stared into the fire for dramatic effect, before continuing. “It didn’t stay on for very long. Just a few seconds, then it was off again.” “What did you do?” Misty asked. Heather laughed. “What do you think I did? I picked up all my shit and got out of the damn building as fast as I could.” “Well, I’ve never had anything quite like that happen,” Mitch joined into the conversation. “But, schools are spooky places at night, there’s no denying that.” Everyone in the group agreed with this sentiment. “There were times when I would be sitting at my desk—after everyone else had left—and I’d hear lockers open and shut in the hallways.” He paused and shrugged. “Then, I’d go out in the hall to see who was there and the hallway was empty.” “Wow,” Becca commented. “That happened more than once too,” Mitch added. Misty, who was still receiving a massage from her husband, said, “Well, this happened before you started teaching there, Mitch, but has anyone ever told you about the portal to hell?” “Portal to hell?” Mitch repeated. “No, can’t say I’ve heard that one.” “We had this girl who was a student there. She absolutely refused to go into the gym because she swore up and down that there was a portal to hell in there.” “Whoa, can you say crazy?” Katie joked. “But that’s what’s weird,” Misty continued. “She wasn’t. She was a perfectly normal girl—except for that one issue. She would totally flip the fuck out.” “One of the older women at our school refuses to go into the teacher’s lounge for a similar reason,” Heather offered. “She swears that one day, she was sitting at the table, by herself, and a chair on the other side of the table flew backwards about two or three feet. Like someone had just jumped from the table and pushed the chair back.” They continued exchanging ghost stories for nearly an hour. The more they told, the more they were reminded of other incidents that had occurred. They had all had different experiences or had heard stories from others who had odd things happen to them. As the night wore on, the empty bottles began to pile up, as they usually did. The three couples were definitely pushing towards a different mood. Misty had removed her top and bra, in order for Mitch to massage her better. He was indeed massaging her—that is, he was massaging her breasts, and occasionally, his hands were making it back around to her back and shoulders. Heather had long ago stopped pretending that she wasn’t inching her hand towards Katie’s crotch. The hand was now resting there, gently rubbing her wife between the legs, and through her jeans. Becca and Tracy had cozied up as well, with Becca snuggling into Tracy’s arms, resting her head against Tracy’s shoulder. “Enough ghost stories,” Tracy finally demanded. “What else can we talk about? Let’s see,” she said with a long pause, as if she didn’t know where she was going. “How about everyone’s favorite topic, sex.” “I like sex,” Katie giggled. “That’s a good topic.” “Anyone ever been walked in on?” Tracy challenged. Every single one of them raised their hand. “Heather, you go first,” Tracy said, volunteering her best friend. Heather thought about it for a second, her hand still teasing Katie between the legs as she spoke. “Of course, I was dating Jimmy.” “We know,” they all chorused together. “It was right after we both turned eighteen, but just before we graduated.  He was still Ankara escort bayan living in their house of course.  Well, his parents… they were—how should we put it—very open about things like that. I mean, very open.” She laughed with embarrassment as if it was difficult to tell the story. “Well, Jimmy and I fucked in his bedroom all the time while his parents were in the house. We just shut the door. They knew what we were doing, they just didn’t care.” “I can attest to the validity of these statements,” Katie said from Heather’s lap and both girls chuckled. “Anyways, there was one day, not very long before he and I broke up for the last time—a-hem—” she jiggled Katie beneath her. “I think his mom was getting just a little too comfortable around me.” By now, Heather was laughing so hard at the memory of the story, her face was turning red. “So, we’re in bed, right, and Jimmy’s doing his thing. He’s on top of me, I’ve got my legs wrapped around his waist—no sheets or blankets on top of us, mind you…” Heather took a deep breath, letting each of them visualize the scenario. “And his mom walks into the room. No knock, no announcement that she was getting ready to come in, she just walks in.” The others crowed with laughter. “What was her purpose for walking in?” Misty asked. Heather sighed deeply. “She was putting his laundry away!” She shook her head as if she still couldn’t believe the absurdity of the situation. “To make it even weirder—Jimmy didn’t stop! He kept fucking me with his mom in the room!” “Okay, I seriously doubt any of us can top that one,” Tracy admitted. “We shouldn’t have let Heather go first.” Heather wasn’t finished. “And as she walked out of the room, she says to us, ‘Supper’ll be ready in about an hour if y’all are ready to eat by then.’” “She was a strange woman,” Katie added. Becca raised her hand. “Mine isn’t quite that good, but I’ve got one,” she said. “My very first girlfriend in college. We were buck-ass naked, trying out a sixty-nine for the very first time. Thought we were alone. Thought we were going to be alone for another two hours—and her sister, who was also her roommate, walks into the bedroom.” “Ouch,” Misty commented.  “How much did she see?” Becca raised her eyebrows. “Everything,” she said simply. “How did she react?” Heather asked. “Believe it or not, she busted up laughing. She thought it was hilarious.” Becca giggled. “She sure gave us a hard time about it, every chance she could.” Becca paused for a moment, thoughtful. “We actually started being fairly open around her sister, like, when it was just the three of us watching TV or something, she and I would snuggle up with each other, or otherwise flirt, with her sister sitting right there.” She took a sip from her bottle. “We even made out once while her sister was in the room.  It was pretty liberating, considering, at the time, such a relationship was still pretty taboo.” “Impressive,” Mitch complimented. “Okay, I just have to say this,” Katie said, sitting up for the first time in quite a while. “Is anyone else jealous of Misty, right now? I mean, she’s been topless for like, damn near two hours, and all I can think about is—I really want to take my shirt off too.” All the women laughed. Becca raised her hand, “I’m jealous of her,” she agreed. “No one’s forcing anyone to keep their clothes on,” Tracy commented. “Feel free.” Without another word, Katie stripped her top off and unhooked her bra, nearly in one fluid motion. Her ample breasts burst forth for all to see. “Damn, you’ve got some guns, girl,” Misty laughed. Becca glanced at Tracy, with a “you know I’m going to do it too” look, and stripped her shirt and bra off as well. Tracy pretended to be embarrassed. Katie sighed with relief as if taking her shirt off had made her feel ten times more comfortable. “My ‘getting-walked-in-on’ story involves a blowjob,” she stated. “Of course it does,” Heather joked. “You remember David and Mike?” she asked. “The twins?” They all nodded. “Well, I never really dated either one of them, but—” she started. “But you were screwing both of them,” Heather filled in. “Exactly,” Katie admitted. “Well, one day, I was blowing David, and Mike walked in. He was pissed. Worse yet, when he walked in, David was like, two seconds away from shooting his load.” “Shit, what did you do?” Tracy asked. “What else could I do?” Katie said with a sly grin. “I swallowed.” Tracy sat up a little as if an idea had just occurred to her. “I think we’re wasting a really good opportunity here,” she started. “Why don’t we turn this into some sort of game. Whenever someone tells a story, the others get to vote on whether it was good enough or not. If it’s a good story—you remove another item of clothing.” “That sounds like a game that’s just intended to get us all naked,” Heather remarked. “And your point is?” Tracy shot back. “Fair enough,” Heather said, admitting defeat. “So, how about it? Was Katie’s blowjob story good enough to lose another item of clothing?” Tracy gave a thumbs up. “It wasn’t, until the ‘I swallowed’ part. That pushed it over the edge.” All the others agreed and Katie took her shoes off as a result. “If we’re going to do this, I need another beer,” Mitch said as he left his seat. “Me too,” Heather agreed, springing from her own chair. “Anyone else want one?” Tracy watched with interest as Heather met Mitch at the ice chest and whispered something to him. A moment later, Heather slipped around behind Misty and assumed Mitch’s spot. Because of the positioning of the ice chest, Misty hadn’t noticed the switch. She was still positioned so that Mitch could resume his massage. Instead, Heather resumed the massage, immediately sliding her hands around and cupping them under Misty’s tits. Misty gasped with surprise and giggled. “Mitch! Your hands have suddenly become so soft and delicate!” she teased as she reached up and held Heather’s hands against her breasts. Mitch took a seat next to Katie as they resumed their storytelling game. “Before we move on to the next question,” Tracy said, “anyone else got a story about getting walked in on they want to share?” Misty made a motion Escort Ankara with her hand. She looked genuinely embarrassed by what she was about to say. It was probably not made any easier by Heather’s hands, now tweaking her nipples to make them harder than they already were. “College,” she said simply. “I was a football manager. I took a guy into the locker room to tape him up. Somehow ended up giving him a blowjob. Coach walked in. Couldn’t be a manager anymore.” “Holy shit!” Tracy exclaimed. “That might top Heather’s story!” “Yeah,” Misty said, grinning sheepishly. “It was a bad one too. I mean, there was no hiding what I was doing. The coach got a full view of the guy’s dick in my mouth.” She buried her face in her hands as if she were totally humiliated but she couldn’t hide her smile. They all knew she loved telling them the story. “That was not a fun couple of weeks.  A whole bunch of people found out about it.” Tracy laughed. “We don’t even need to vote on that one. Clothing removal for sure.” They switched topics, they told more stories, and they downed several more beverages apiece. An hour later, all six of them were nearly naked. Tracy, Heather, and Katie were down to a pair of panties. Becca and Misty were both stark naked. Mitch was wearing boxers. They were all sitting close enough to the fire that they were still plenty warm. In fact, even with such little clothing on, Tracy felt hot. Their seating arrangement had also further adjusted itself. At some point, Becca had traded places with Katie, leaving her on the bench with Mitch, and Katie’s head was now resting in Tracy’s lap. Tracy had absentmindedly started doing what Heather had been doing earlier. She had started out playing with Katie’s navel but now found her hand teasing the upper ridge of Katie’s panties. “Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” Tracy asked, continuing in her role as the game-master. “On my desk at school!” Misty blurted out. “Sorry, I don’t have any more clothes to take off.” Everyone laughed uproariously. “Mitch, how about you?” Tracy challenged. “Let me guess, on Misty’s desk at school?” Becca speculated. Mitch shook his head. “No, actually—” “That was before Mitch,” Misty admitted. “My ex-husband, actually. Don’t worry, it was like, nine o’clock at night when we did it. It wasn’t during the school day.” “On the roof of a house,” Katie offered. “On the fourth of July.” “Mitch, we still haven’t heard yours,” Tracy teased. “Umm,” Mitch thought about it for a moment. “In a college dorm shower,” he said, looking more than a little embarrassed. “With who?” Heather said, a grin crossing her face. “You’ve never told us this one.” “It was with Derek,” he said. “It was like, three o’clock in the morning. We went down the hall, turned on the shower and jumped in together. I sucked his cock.” Tracy raised her eyebrows approvingly. “Lose those boxer shorts, man!” A moment later, Mitch became the latest of the group to achieve total nakedness. His cock sprung out for all to see, already erect from hearing his friends tell so many stories. Becca and Katie inspected Mitch’s cock, but Tracy’s attention had been averted by something else entirely. “I think Heather and Misty have lost interest in our little game,” she observed quietly. The others turned to see Heather and Misty making out, their tongues inside each other’s mouths. Heather’s hand was firmly planted between Misty’s legs. “So, how about you, Becca?” Mitch said, diverting the other three’s attention away from his wife and Heather. “What’s that?” Becca asked. Tracy suspected that she may have just misinterpreted what he was asking. “What’s your craziest place?” Mitch asked again. “Oh, I don’t know,” Becca answered, her eyes alternating between Mitch’s crotch and the two girls making out on the other bench. “Probably the bathroom at Dairy Queen,” she said. “I used to work there at one point in my life, several years ago.” “Guy or girl?” Tracy questioned. As she did, Katie repositioned herself, leaning up against Tracy’s body. Tracy wrapped an arm around Katie’s shoulder. Katie placed a hand on Tracy’s inner thigh. “Guy,” Becca added. “Sooooo,” she said, looking over at Misty. “Can I give your husband a blowjob, because this thing is just staring at me, begging to be sucked.” Misty pulled her lips away from Heather long enough to mumble something that sounded like “Sure, go ahead.” She kissed Heather once more before adding, “Just be ready, he cums fast the first time.” Before she even finished the sentence, Mitch’s cock was in Becca’s mouth. Tracy resigned herself to the fact that the games were over for the night. She turned to Katie with anticipation. Katie’s lips met hers instantly. She felt Katie’s tongue against her own. As Katie’s hand found the sweet spot between her legs, Tracy realized with a shudder how wet her panties were. The long night of storytelling had aroused her more than she could have imagined. A moment later, Katie tugged the panties off and let them fall to the ground. Tracy and Katie cut loose, hands roaming, exploring each other freely. Their breathing heavy. Their kisses sloppy. From somewhere behind her, Tracy heard Becca whisper, “Damn, she wasn’t kidding, was she?” This was followed by Mitch saying, “Just keep sucking.” Heather and Misty were the first to disappear into the tent. The big tent. They were closely followed by Becca and Mitch. Katie stood up and pulled Tracy off the bench. Tracy followed her, watching Katie’s ass jiggle as she disappeared into the tent. Tracy brought up the rear, closing the tent flap behind her. They started in the same pairings they had ended up with. Heather and Misty were eating each other out in a sixty-nine position. Becca rode Mitch. Tracy smiled. Becca always likes being on top, she thought. Tracy and Katie assumed the same position Heather and Misty had chosen. Tracy’s body was much longer than Katie’s but they made it work. Katie was on top and Tracy could feel the other woman’s tits pressing against her stomach. Could feel her tongue lapping against the lips of her pussy. Then, could feel her own tongue slipping inside Katie’s slit. She breathed in, taking in the intoxicating aromas surrounding her. Having her face between another woman’s legs always gave Tracy a surge of adrenaline. She allowed her hands to gently caress Katie’s thighs and ass. She concentrated on the sensation of their bodies being pressed together. She felt Katie’s hands gripping her thighs.

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