Moans from the tent chapter part 4 of 4

Moans from the tent chapter part 4 of 4

"Not here!"

"I want to see it."

"You can look later. When it's just us two."

JP could tell he was hard from how he shifted the way he sat.

Their friends played in and out of the water nonchalantly nude. They managed to talk Sandra out of her swimsuit, too, though JP and Jeff remained steadfastly seated on the small beach. JP was glad to have his company. He was nice to talk with, they connected well. There would be no sitting and talking with Phillip so effortlessly. And when Jeff looked her in the eye to say something, JP felt moisture trickle from between her legs. That hadn't happened with Philip.

"This would be a better place to have a bath," Danny said, sitting unashamedly next to JP without his clothes. "The backwater is so muddy. Should have brought the shampoo."

"You'd end up sweating all the way back. What's the point?"

"True."

"Why didn't we just camp here?" Rabbit chipped in, cock swaying as he came up the small beach.

"Too many flash floods. It's not safe," Maggie answered, wiping her body dry with her shirt, then laying it over a stick to dry in the sun. "The backwater banks are higher, and it never rises as fast, won't get caught in the night."

Bathing back at the camp was done by bucket, with water skimmed off the top of the pond near the camp. The water was clean and smelled nice, just a little opaquer that was ideal. You needed twice as much shampoo to get a lather up but if you brushed your hair afterward it was remarkably smooth.

The bathing spot was down around a corner from the camp. JP made Maggie keep a lookout while she washed. If Maggie and Sandra had so easily been swimming naked with the boys, Maggie couldn't understand why JP was being such a prude.

"Is it because you're shaved? Are you still embarrassed because of that? They're not going to mind you know."

"No, they'll think I'm easy. Just stay there and keep a lookout."

Who JP really wanted to hide from was Maggie. No way could she let her find out about the hickey. If Maggie knew what she had done with her cousin it wouldn't just be a matter of being teased, Maggie would expect her to fool around with guys all the time. If Maggie knew she'd caved in once, the pressure would be relentless to repeat and repeat. So JP got Maggie to stand 20 yards away 'on watch', and kept her back to her as she washed her body and hair, being careful not to show her hickey.

There was a rush to cook dinner and eat and clean before darkness set in. That second night they sat around the fire longer afterward, taking turns swigging on a single bottle of whiskey. It was enough to get them going without getting too drunk.

JP sat nervously wondering who would be in her tent that night, Maggie or Jeff. After the hike, she had avoided any private moments with Jeff, though she could tell he'd been trying to catch her eye.

Sandra went to bed first, the weakest drinker. Rabbit followed, obviously with his eye on the prize before it crashed asleep. It was only a few minutes later the four by the fire could hear the screams of a girl who'd had just enough alcohol to not consider who could hear her cry out at each of Rabbit's thrusts.

"Correction. This will be the last time she ever sleeps with Rabbit," Maggie said sarcastically and the rest laughed.

"How many last-times-ever has she fucked him?" Jeff asked.

"At least five that I know of."

They finished the dregs of the bottle.

"Well, goodnight boys," Maggie said unexpectedly. "Come on JP. Sleep."

She helped JP to her feet from the bit of wood she was sitting on and led her away by hand. JP was both pleased and disappointed as they went into their own tent. She didn't want to cheat on Phillip again, but then again she really wanted to feel Jeff pushed against her. Perhaps it's for the best, she thought.

"I'm surprised you've had enough of Danny already," JP said, tucking into her bag.

"What do you mean?"

"Not sleeping with him tonight."

Maggie grinned. "Of course, I'm sleeping with him tonight."

"Then why didn't you just go over there?"

"Can't make it that easy!" Maggie smiled. "At least let him sweat a half hour. Anyway, I need more condoms. Where's the three I gave you."

"Over in the corner."

"Well, leave them there. You might change your mind," she giggled, taking more from the box in her bag.

"Forget it, Maggie. Don't try and make that guy think I'm going to do that. I'm not."

"What guy, Jeff?"

"Yes."

"I'm not telling him anything. You sort yourself out."

By the time Maggie waited to sneak over to Danny, JP had fallen asleep. Jeff may have tried to wake her, she couldn't be sure. The first time she noticed him in the tent was at first light. Wow, she thought to herself, I got through that well.

JP snuck out to pee but invariably bumped into Jeff's feet on the way back in, waking him enough to notice she was up and awake.

"You were asleep," he said turning over to watch JP get back into her sleeping bag, a slight chill in the air.

"I'm not good with whiskey."

"No."

For a time that was that. Jeff didn't know what his permissions were, and JP wasn't sure she wanted to blow the chance to get through the night and morning faithfully. They lay in silence. JP made that she was going back to sleep but they both knew she was pretending.


To be continued