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Moans from the tent chapter 1 part 1 of 5
Moans from the tent chapter 1 part 1 of 5
Julie Pritchard was JP to everyone that knew her. Some people did not even know her real name. Only her boyfriend called her Julie and that was only when the two of them were alone. Ah, Phillip, she thought. He was not happy about her going on this camping trip with Maggie and her 'cousins', he does not trust 'that girl' at all. Maggie said Phillip was invited, that he could come too, but "he'd rather work than spend a long weekend trapped with her nearby".
Phillip thought Maggie was a bad influence, and he did not know half of it. Maggie spent her days trying to get JP to "live a little, it's not like you're married". To JP it felt like it sometimes, though. She and Phillip had been together since he was sixteen and she was fourteen. Five years was a long time, all her teenage years. They had discovered everything together and she had only ever been with him (though they held off having intercourse until they were eighteen, on the off chance they would write their memoirs one day).
"Hence the need to live a little," Maggie would complain. "You can't spend your life sitting on just one cock."
"Don't be crude," JP would say.
"You could have anyone you want. You are the hottest babe I know," was usually next. Maggie herself had a nice body but she was not really that good-looking with clothes on. It was usually only after Maggie undressed that boy went 'wow', which is the reason JP suspected she undressed so often.
For herself, JP knew she was lucky. She did not do anything to look after herself yet her body and looks had turned out as good as she could have hoped. It had reached the point where she had to be careful where she wore a nice dress or a bikini, otherwise, guys would buzz around like flies. No matter how much she ate or how lazy her weekends were she did not get big. Her ass and stomach were slim.
Her breasts filled a c-cup nicely, but she did not need a bra, they stood up by themselves.
She thought of the way Phillip looked at her whenever they had the chance to get naked, the sparkle in his eyes, the way he went straight at her with his cock. It was as if she was too much. She wished Phillip was a little less attracted to her body, and a little more to her. Making her wax her vagina clean was a classic example. He was obsessed with how her pussy looked above her own feelings, he knew she got embarrassed every time she went to the changing rooms at swimming. His argument was that none of the girls ever said anything bad about JP being bare, but when you are a girl, you know it is what they are saying behind your back, not what they are saying to you that counts.
"You don't even have acne," Maggie would frown if she ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair, feeling how soft it was. "Are you sure your dad is your dad?"
Poor dad, JP thought, he was not so lucky. Bald young, always chubby.
He made them laugh though; they all loved him.
The camp was deep in the forest in a clearing near a backwater. It had taken two hours to hike along the small, single-file track. It was a marked campsite but rarely used, it was the only place you could get away from people on a holiday weekend. They were taking two extra days, staying four nights. There was no cell phone reception, but Maggie's dad gave them his satellite phone for emergencies.
Maggie's 'cousins' were more a group of friends than they were family. Only one was an actual second cousin. There was Maggie and JP, plus one other girl and three guys. At 19 JP was the youngest, but everyone was about the same age. It might look like a group of three couples, but it was not. No one was officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
The other girl was Sandra, a Vietnamese girl. She was good-looking but a real tomboy, handy to have around a camp. The three boys were Jeff, Danny, and Rabbit. JP did not know Rabbit's real name and he did not know hers.
Because it was odd numbers there had to be one boy-girl tent. They drew straws and JP was paired with Rabbit, but she said no way, that her boyfriend would kill her.
"He's never going to know!" Maggie tried to tell her, making JP suspect the draw was rigged. Sandra volunteered to swap, scampering that piece of scheming. Rabbit and Sandra knew each other well, Sandra said there would be no surprises to be had.
Tents were pitched apart from each other; the ground was rough in most places and there were lots of trees with heavy branches to avoid. Fires were allowed on the sandy bank of the backwater. There was an old pit built with stones that you could use even in summer, so the 'kitchen' was set up there. Girl's and boy’s toilet trees were decided in different directions behind the cover. The boys had fishing rods, but they did not really expect to catch anything.
With the hiking, the designing and setting up of the camp, cooking, eating, and cleaning they were tired not long after dark. They had one strong battery lantern they used sparingly and a series of handheld torches and lights, so unless they were going to sit around the firelight there was not much incentive to be up once daylight had gone.
After everyone had turned in Maggie and JP talked for about fifteen minutes when suddenly Maggie got out of her sleeping bag and began shuffling around as if she was going out.
"What are you doing?" JP asked, confused. Maggie was changing her sleepwear for lingerie.
"I'm going to go and see Danny."
"What?!" JP was super surprised. Those two had not seemed to have hooked up at all, there was no affection between them all day.
"Maggie, you said this wouldn't happen."
"Just for a little while. Come on, do not be a prude," Maggie said, checking her torch and her sandals.
"You said this wasn't a date trip."
"For you, yes. Not for me."
"But...how did you even...I didn't see you with him at all today."
Maggie shrugged. "Jeff told me when we’re cleaning up."
"Just like that?"
"Why not?" she shrugged again. "Here. Take some just in case."
Maggie opened a big box of condoms and threw a strip of three toward JP.
"Maggie! What are you doing? I do not need that, why would I need that?"
Maggie laughed. "I'm not doing it with Jeff in there. He’s, my cousin."
She unzipped the flap and stepped out, wearing only a white silky strap top, and matching white t-back panties.
"Hey, hey, wait! What is that mean?"
Maggie laughed and disappeared into the darkness. JP turned off her own torch and listened carefully. She heard the occasional stumble then some voices. After a time, a torch was clearly making its way back to her tent. JP prayed Maggie had been kicked out, that it was all a misunderstanding.
"Sorry, JP, I've been ejected. Can I come in to wait?"
Shit, JP thought. When she did not answer, Jeff opened the zip and shone his light on her. JP was in her sleeping bag and moved up on one elbow, squinting at the light. Three condoms were lying next to her in plain sight.
"Shit! They are NOT mine," JP yelled out, throwing them disgustingly to the far corner on Maggie's side.
"I'm sorry. I got booted out. I am not sure how long for," he said, ignoring the condom situation and crawling into Maggie's mattress and bag. JP saw he was only wearing loose boxers and a t-shirt.
"I'm not having sex with you," JP could not help but blurt out as he flicked his sandals off outside and redid the tent zip.
"Okay," he said remarkably casually. "What do you want to do?"
"Sleep," she said, turning her back to him. "Can you turn that torch off?"
To be continued
Julie Pritchard was JP to everyone that knew her. Some people did not even know her real name. Only her boyfriend called her Julie and that was only when the two of them were alone. Ah, Phillip, she thought. He was not happy about her going on this camping trip with Maggie and her 'cousins', he does not trust 'that girl' at all. Maggie said Phillip was invited, that he could come too, but "he'd rather work than spend a long weekend trapped with her nearby".
Phillip thought Maggie was a bad influence, and he did not know half of it. Maggie spent her days trying to get JP to "live a little, it's not like you're married". To JP it felt like it sometimes, though. She and Phillip had been together since he was sixteen and she was fourteen. Five years was a long time, all her teenage years. They had discovered everything together and she had only ever been with him (though they held off having intercourse until they were eighteen, on the off chance they would write their memoirs one day).
"Hence the need to live a little," Maggie would complain. "You can't spend your life sitting on just one cock."
"Don't be crude," JP would say.
"You could have anyone you want. You are the hottest babe I know," was usually next. Maggie herself had a nice body but she was not really that good-looking with clothes on. It was usually only after Maggie undressed that boy went 'wow', which is the reason JP suspected she undressed so often.
For herself, JP knew she was lucky. She did not do anything to look after herself yet her body and looks had turned out as good as she could have hoped. It had reached the point where she had to be careful where she wore a nice dress or a bikini, otherwise, guys would buzz around like flies. No matter how much she ate or how lazy her weekends were she did not get big. Her ass and stomach were slim.
Her breasts filled a c-cup nicely, but she did not need a bra, they stood up by themselves.
She thought of the way Phillip looked at her whenever they had the chance to get naked, the sparkle in his eyes, the way he went straight at her with his cock. It was as if she was too much. She wished Phillip was a little less attracted to her body, and a little more to her. Making her wax her vagina clean was a classic example. He was obsessed with how her pussy looked above her own feelings, he knew she got embarrassed every time she went to the changing rooms at swimming. His argument was that none of the girls ever said anything bad about JP being bare, but when you are a girl, you know it is what they are saying behind your back, not what they are saying to you that counts.
"You don't even have acne," Maggie would frown if she ran her fingers through her wavy brown hair, feeling how soft it was. "Are you sure your dad is your dad?"
Poor dad, JP thought, he was not so lucky. Bald young, always chubby.
He made them laugh though; they all loved him.
The camp was deep in the forest in a clearing near a backwater. It had taken two hours to hike along the small, single-file track. It was a marked campsite but rarely used, it was the only place you could get away from people on a holiday weekend. They were taking two extra days, staying four nights. There was no cell phone reception, but Maggie's dad gave them his satellite phone for emergencies.
Maggie's 'cousins' were more a group of friends than they were family. Only one was an actual second cousin. There was Maggie and JP, plus one other girl and three guys. At 19 JP was the youngest, but everyone was about the same age. It might look like a group of three couples, but it was not. No one was officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
The other girl was Sandra, a Vietnamese girl. She was good-looking but a real tomboy, handy to have around a camp. The three boys were Jeff, Danny, and Rabbit. JP did not know Rabbit's real name and he did not know hers.
Because it was odd numbers there had to be one boy-girl tent. They drew straws and JP was paired with Rabbit, but she said no way, that her boyfriend would kill her.
"He's never going to know!" Maggie tried to tell her, making JP suspect the draw was rigged. Sandra volunteered to swap, scampering that piece of scheming. Rabbit and Sandra knew each other well, Sandra said there would be no surprises to be had.
Tents were pitched apart from each other; the ground was rough in most places and there were lots of trees with heavy branches to avoid. Fires were allowed on the sandy bank of the backwater. There was an old pit built with stones that you could use even in summer, so the 'kitchen' was set up there. Girl's and boy’s toilet trees were decided in different directions behind the cover. The boys had fishing rods, but they did not really expect to catch anything.
With the hiking, the designing and setting up of the camp, cooking, eating, and cleaning they were tired not long after dark. They had one strong battery lantern they used sparingly and a series of handheld torches and lights, so unless they were going to sit around the firelight there was not much incentive to be up once daylight had gone.
After everyone had turned in Maggie and JP talked for about fifteen minutes when suddenly Maggie got out of her sleeping bag and began shuffling around as if she was going out.
"What are you doing?" JP asked, confused. Maggie was changing her sleepwear for lingerie.
"I'm going to go and see Danny."
"What?!" JP was super surprised. Those two had not seemed to have hooked up at all, there was no affection between them all day.
"Maggie, you said this wouldn't happen."
"Just for a little while. Come on, do not be a prude," Maggie said, checking her torch and her sandals.
"You said this wasn't a date trip."
"For you, yes. Not for me."
"But...how did you even...I didn't see you with him at all today."
Maggie shrugged. "Jeff told me when we’re cleaning up."
"Just like that?"
"Why not?" she shrugged again. "Here. Take some just in case."
Maggie opened a big box of condoms and threw a strip of three toward JP.
"Maggie! What are you doing? I do not need that, why would I need that?"
Maggie laughed. "I'm not doing it with Jeff in there. He’s, my cousin."
She unzipped the flap and stepped out, wearing only a white silky strap top, and matching white t-back panties.
"Hey, hey, wait! What is that mean?"
Maggie laughed and disappeared into the darkness. JP turned off her own torch and listened carefully. She heard the occasional stumble then some voices. After a time, a torch was clearly making its way back to her tent. JP prayed Maggie had been kicked out, that it was all a misunderstanding.
"Sorry, JP, I've been ejected. Can I come in to wait?"
Shit, JP thought. When she did not answer, Jeff opened the zip and shone his light on her. JP was in her sleeping bag and moved up on one elbow, squinting at the light. Three condoms were lying next to her in plain sight.
"Shit! They are NOT mine," JP yelled out, throwing them disgustingly to the far corner on Maggie's side.
"I'm sorry. I got booted out. I am not sure how long for," he said, ignoring the condom situation and crawling into Maggie's mattress and bag. JP saw he was only wearing loose boxers and a t-shirt.
"I'm not having sex with you," JP could not help but blurt out as he flicked his sandals off outside and redid the tent zip.
"Okay," he said remarkably casually. "What do you want to do?"
"Sleep," she said, turning her back to him. "Can you turn that torch off?"
To be continued
Published 17th Dec 2022
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19th Dec 2022 4:49am
I loved the picture and the following musing what a perfect pairing, my friend
19th Dec 2022 4:55pm
thank you my friend try to match pic to story
be safe and warm have a great day and thank for the read and comment
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