Moans from the tent chapter 1 part 3 of 5

Moans from the tent chapter 1 part 3 of 5

They stayed silent for a time and Jeff turned off the light to save battery. In the dark, the sounds of Maggie and Danny were easier to notice.

"She sounds happy," Jeff whispered.

"She brought A LOT of condoms," JP sighed.

"Do you use them?" he asked so casually.

"What are you talking about?"

"With your boyfriend. Do you guys use condoms or just go in freely"

"Don't you think that's kind of personal?" JP scolded him.

Jeff ignored her. "My girlfriend hates them; she never wants to use condoms. But I just don't trust her on the pill. She is completely disorganized. She says she takes it every day, but I just don't believe her."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Apple."

"Her name is Apple?"

"I know I know. She gets teased a lot."

"Where is she? Why isn't she here?" JP asked, perhaps suspiciously.

"Camping? That's not her. Decided to work the extra hours of the long weekend."

"What's she doing?"

Jeff hesitated. "Waitress."

"Ha. My boyfriend does nightshift at Texaco".

"Yeah, well, get work where you can when you're studying. Is he studying?" Jeff suddenly asked, hoping he hadn't somehow insulted her boyfriend.

"Yes. What about Apple? Does Apple work at Apple?"

"Ha ha."

"Come on, does she?" JP teased.

"No! I told you. She's a waitress."

"Oh really? Where does she work then?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Where?"

Jeff hesitated before answering, "Hooters."

"She does not!"

"She does."

"She does not. You're making that up."

"She does. It's true."

"Are you freaking kidding me? Your girlfriend is a Hooters girl?"

Jeff sighed and nodded in the dark before saying, "Yes."

"Wow. Wow," and after a time she added, "She must have nice breasts."

"She does," Jeff laughed embarrassingly.

"Wow. I could never do that."

"Why?" Jeff snapped.

JP sensed a tone.

"No oh no, I don't mean there's something wrong with it...not at all.

It's just..." In the cover of dark JP held her breasts on the outside of her clothes.

"You don't like your breasts?"

"No! Not that."

"You do like your breasts, then?"

"Ah. How do I explain?" JP started. "I have to be careful what I wear around some guys. Especially in a bar, or places like Hooters."

"What...why?"

"People seem to think my chest is...nice. I get a lot of creepy guys hanging around me if I'm not wearing much."

"Really?" Jeff asked, intrigued. "I can't really tell, not today. You didn't exactly dress for the show."

"I never do anymore."

"Any more?"

"I went to a party a while ago in denim shorts and a bikini top that was a bit small. Maggie gave it to me of course, it didn't cover the sides or bottom properly. I never realized it would cause such a stir.

The Guys were trying to get me drunk so they could touch me. I didn't really know how to handle it at the time. My boyfriend went through the roof when he heard about it later. I said no one actually touched me, just teasing me, but he still got jealous and angry and all that."

"Oh come on. Do you really want to say your breasts are so good they start fights? You have to hide them away?"

"No. I just need to be careful."

"Can I see?"

"What?"

"Can I see them?"

"No, you cannot see!" JP said incredulously.

"Why not?" Jeff asked casually.
 
To be continued