Moans from the tent chapter part 3 of 4

Moans from the tent chapter part 3 of 4

When they finally went out for breakfast Rabbit and Sandra were already up. They looked puzzled at a couple emerging from the tent.

JP had dressed purposely conservatively to defend herself against possible accusations of fooling around with Jeff.

"We just slept," she said before they even asked, "Him in his bag, me in mine."

"It’s true," Jeff confirmed, doing his best to look sad.

"We heard people having sex during the night," Sandra said, squinting.

"In there," Jeff said, pointing at his original tent. "They've been at it most of the night."

Jeff and JP did their best to keep a distance from each other, to hide their infidelity. JP wore a baggy sports sweater and baggy shorts. Jeff had fought unsuccessfully to stop her from wearing a bra, latching his mouth to her breast and not letting go until she complained it hurt.

She got the bra on but the spot where Jeff sucked was bruised suspiciously like a hickey. He tried the same with her pants, putting fingers inside her and refusing to take them out until she just pulled her shorts up without anything under. That time she conceded, thinking she could come back later to put underwear on anyway.

JP took a deep breath as she cut a loaf of bread for Sandra to toast over the fire. Phillip didn't usually finger her, not like that. What Jeff did was interesting. She melted around his fingers. She could feel herself wanting to make him happy in return for the way he turned her on, which was dangerous. Cheating on Phillip was bad enough, but what would happen if she found herself liking Jeff's sex more?

That would be a disaster.

The attention all went to Danny and Maggie when they finally came out of that tent. Maggie was dressed in what she wore over there, the short silky top and thong panties, she says her 'pajamas'. Her nipples were pushing clearly against the front. JP saw Jeff shake his head.

Maggie was his cousin so he wouldn't say a bad word, but he wondered at her choices.

They cooked eggs and beans and toast for breakfast. The boys optimistically went down for fishing and the girls looked on from the bank.

"Are you going to get dressed?" Sandra asked Maggie, looking down at her bare ass.

"What do you care?"

"So? How was Danny?" JP asked to divert a potential argument.

Sandra and Maggie could get edgy with each other at times.

Maggie grinned and didn't answer. "How was Jeff?"

"Very polite," JP said truthfully. "A gentleman who made me feel very safe."

"That's disappointing. What about you?" she asked Sandra. "Anything going on with Rabbit?"

"He wants to have sex with JP," she said looking at her.

"He told you that?" JP asked, surprised Sandra would just say something like that.

Sandra nodded.

"So, nothing happened between you two?" Maggie asked Sandra.
"Well, can't say nothing. It’s not easy, in a tent alone with that guy for the whole night. Difficult to just do nothing."

"Have you got condoms?" Maggie asked.

"No. He had to cum outside."

"I can give you some," Maggie offered unusually generously.

"Thanks," Sandra said suspiciously.

JP was staggered at how easily those two spoke about casual sex. "I thought you said you wouldn't go near Rabbit?" she asked, confused. "You could sleep in his tent without fear of anything happening."

"I said without fear of surprises. We've done it before, it's not like I haven't been with him. He was changing and he took his pants off and he was hard and... what’s a girl to do, right?"

Maggie asked, "So when did he say he wants to fuck JP?"

"This morning. He wanted to know if we could all shift tents tonight."

"That doesn't bother you?" JP asked, astounded. "He has sex with you then asks if he can do your friend next?"

"Rabbit and I have known each other a long time. It's just for fun.

Every time we do it I say it will be the last time."

JP took a deep breath. Therefore Phillip didn't want her to come on this trip.

They stayed around camp until lunch, then in the afternoon hiked along the banks and rocky outcrops of the backwater to where it met the main river, about 35 minutes away. They really were in the middle of nowhere, forested hills on all sides and with a beautiful small beach of powdery brown sand on the inside of the curve where the waters met.

The backwater by the camp was murky and muddy, but the main river was shallow and clear on their side. The water was cold despite the warmth of the summer.

Sandra had her swimmers under her clothes, a conservative yellow bikini. Danny and Rabbit stripped 'like men' and went in bare-assed. It didn't take much for them to talk Maggie out of her clothes. She stood on the sand and gave a great show of undressing herself.

Again, Jeff shook his head but said nothing.

JP stayed on the shore, no manner of teasing or urging would get even one layer of her clothes off. She'd slipped on her underwear as planned, but even so, the bruise on her breast from Jeff's mouth was above her bra line, no way could she let people see. Jeff stayed with her for support, using the excuse of not bathing naked with family.

No one fought him on that.

"So, I guess your boyfriend's plan worked," he said quietly, looking at the fools in the water.

"What plan?"

"You don't want to take your pants off, embarrassed you're shaved."

"I guess," JP agreed, though it wasn't the whole reason. "It doesn't help either that you put a hickey on my breast this morning."

"No way," Jeff said, turning to look at her face, to see if she was joking.

"You did."

"No way."

"You did when you were trying to stop me from putting my bra on."

"No way."

"It's purple already."

Jeff conceded that JP didn't seem to be joking. "Shit. You must bruise easy."

"I do not! You sucked hard."

"Let me see," Jeff said reaching out.

To be continued