Camping on Nude Day

"C'mon, baby," she said, climbing on his lap and kissing him. "It was just a blowjob and you know how much I like to suck dick." She kissed down his neck, dropped between his legs and kissed his flaccid member. "Sucking dick is like the greatest thing in the world."

"I wouldn't know."

"But you know how it feels," she said. She licked his shaft before pulling his cock between her lips. She bobbed up and down a few times as Jared's body gave a Pavlovian reaction to her stimuli. "Doesn't this feel good?" She kept worked on him.

"Yes," he admitted. "But . . ." He didn't know what else to add.

"But it feels good," she giggled. "And it's going to feel even better when you come in my mouth." He groaned. She redoubled her efforts. Rayne's talented mouth was unparalleled as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. "Give it to me," she purred, rotating her thumb against the sensitive button of a scar remaining from his circumcision. "You know I want it." Jared felt helpless her tongue coaxed him into an orgasm. She moaned as she swallowed.

She was using sex as way to distract him. Jared was not easily distracted. "Is that what you did for your produce manager?" he asked.

"Eugene? Mostly," she said. She squeezed an extra droplet from his spent prick and lapped it up before noticing the expression on his face. "Aw, come on, baby. Don't be like that. Eugene's an old guy and really needed a blowjob."

"Needed one?"

"Well, I think he did. He was complaining about how his wife won't do it, and how he's always wondered how it felt. I told him I'd do it for him. I know he didn't believe me, but I think Markie said something to him."

"Who's Markie?"

"Mark, though I like to call him 'Markie' because he's such a youngster. You've met him. He's that high school boy who just graduated."

"The guy with all the zits?"

"Yeah, him," Rayne giggled. "I keep telling him he needs to wash his face with apple vinegar, that will cure that acne in a week." Jared's head spun. What did acne treatments have to do with her sucking off the produce manager? He asked as much and Rayne laughed as if he were slow. "Nothing, silly. I'm just saying, I think Markie told Eugene I really would do it."

And why would Mark think that?"

"Probably because I gave Markie a blowjob on his eighteenth birthday," she giggled. "I mean, you know what they say, right?" He didn't. "Oral sex always makes a great gift!" she giggled.

"When was Markie's birthday?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"I don't remember. Forever ago! Maybe three or four weeks ago?"

"And when did you suck off Eugene?"

"Yesterday. You know, for an old guy, he has a pretty nice dick."

Jared wanted to get dressed and take her home, except they had already made plans for her spending the night. Instead, he stood, collected up her empty yogurt cup and spoon. He carried them to the kitchen, ran some water and splashed his face. What kind of girl was he dating? He poured two glasses of wine. "Are you fucking around, too?" he asked, hating how sharp his words sounded. Could he have a jealous streak after all?

"Fucking?" she asked, as if she needed repeating the word to understand it. "No one but you." She frowned as she looked off into space for a moment. "Wait, do dildos count? Because my girlfriend and I like using dildos. That doesn't count as fucking, does it?"

"I guess not," he said, still amazed at her cavalier attitude.

"Then no. You're the only guy I've been fucking for months."

"Can we keep it that way?" he asked, unsure why that felt important to him.

"Maybe," she said, setting her wine glass to the side and cupping his junk. "Can we do it more often?"

"Do what?"

"Fuck. I really like fucking, too." She squirmed against him, pressing her full breasts against his arm as she rubbed his cock and balls. Her touch was skillful, and he felt his prick responding. "I really like fucking you." They fucked on his couch. Jared lasted a long time while he wrestled with his jealous demons. Rayne seemed to enjoy the ride.

* * * * *

Thursday evolved into a steady lunch date for Jared and Claire. He studied her as he sat across from her and listened to her work stories. She was growing it her hair. He asked about it. "Rickie likes longer hair," she said with a casual shrug that looked manufactured, though he couldn't be sure.

"How's it going with him?" he asked.

"Good," she said, and Jared watched her carefully for clues he could seldom read. Others were good at detecting lies, but not Jared. He had studied books and online articles about body language and struggled reading it. He caught the bigger gestures. He could tell her shrug told more of a story than her words, but what else? What about her curt, single word answer? "How are things with hippie-chick?" Was Claire trying to deflect? Was she trying to change the topic?

"Okay," he hedged, smiling at Claire's nickname for Rayne. "Apparently she doesn't believe in monogamy, so there's that."

"Oh my," Claire said, unable to bite back her giggle. "How's that working out for you?"

"I don't know yet," he admitted, unsure how he felt about it. Did it matter? "How do you decide what it means to be boyfriend/girlfriend, anyway?" he asked without expecting an answer. It was a rhetorical question, and Claire could tell the difference. She gave him space to talk, and Jared began pouring out his cluttered thoughts, starting with another rhetorical question, "And who, except the people inside a relationship, should decide the limits of a relationship?"

As he spoke, he found his thoughts became bigger than Rayne's free spirit. He ignored Claire's former-lover status and spoke to Claire his closest friend. "I've had relationships that lasted a single night and ones that lasted months. Each time, I felt as if I knew the limits of the relationship. A one-night stand is, well, by definition, a one-night affair, even if it lasts for a weekend or so." He caught himself rambling, stopped and collected his thoughts. "I can't imagine marrying Rayne, so, does monogamy matter?"

"Is marriage the point of dating?" Claire asked.

"I once thought so." There was a time when he thought he would propose to Claire. He didn't elaborate on the thought. As near as he could tell, their time had passed. "Is monogamy important to you and Ricky?" Claire's answer surprised him.

"More to him than me." She smiled and touched his hand before glancing at her phone and frowning as she saw the time. "I'm late for work."

"Sorry," he said, picking up the check and walking her back to work.

"There's a department social coming up. Would you be my 'plus one'?"

"What about Rick?"

"I'd rather take you," she smiled. "You'll have faces to go with all the names." Her smile faded. "Ricky doesn't have the same interest as you in the comings and goings of work people."

"I'd be honored," he said, already knowing he wouldn't have to check with Rayne.

* * * * *

He never anticipated Claire getting drunk. Or how much she would bend his ear about Ricky. Nor that their night would end with her propositioning him.

As they drove to the party in Jared's car, he asked why him and not Rick. "You know how he is around a lot of people," she said without elaborating.

Jared's knowledge of Ricky came from stories he had heard from her. Cad, jerk, self-centered asshole, were ready descriptions in his mind. During the party, Claire enjoyed multiple wine spritzers, and Jared guided a very tipsy Claire back to his car. "We should get breakfast somewhere," she said. "Like my place, tomorrow morning."

"Or, we could stop now," Jared offered. He wouldn't mind a cup of coffee.

"Could we still be friends if we spend the night together?" Claire asked, leaning against him. Her hand was on his knee. She slipped it higher up his leg as if he needed the hint. Some hints he got without the help.

"What about Ricky?" he asked.

"Maybe I'm like hippie-chick," she said, using her nickname for Rayne while working her hand against his crotch. It was a touch his body remembered and welcomed. He grew hard and strained against his zipper. "She won't care, right?"

"Maybe," he hedged. Claire was drunk. He wouldn't take advantage of her.

"You don't want me?" she asked, leaning against his shoulder and working her hand against his crotch.

Jared could pass a sobriety test, but that didn't mean the couple drinks still sloshing around inside his system couldn't loosen his tongue. "I'm sort of boring in bed, remember?"

"I meant predictable," she giggled before trying to kiss him.

"Is that different?" he asked, pulling into the all-night diner. He ordered coffee. Claire ordered pancakes.

"Let me ask you a question," she said, leaning against the glass window. "The other day, I caught Ricky turning his head and watching this girl walk past us."

"Checking out her ass," Jared specified.

"Exactly!" Claire said. "And then he says to me, 'She's almost as cute as you.'" Jared shook his head over Ricky's lack of decorum as Claire asked her question, "Is that a compliment?"

"I think it's Ricky being a jerk," he said.

"Yeah, maybe. But he's a fun jerk sometimes." She drifted away for a moment before coming back to the moment. "You're better in bed than him. Bigger."

"Thank you?" Jared tried.

"He's kinkier."

"Ah," Jared said, nodding and smiling. It felt more like a grimace. Drunk Claire didn't notice the difference.

"Why won't you sleep with me tonight?"

"Tomorrow, when you're sober, tell me you want me, and I'll be here for you." Their waitress delivered Claire's pancakes. Jared changed the topic and they managed the rest of their time together without Claire pushing herself on him. He drove a sleepy woman home.

"Ricky wants to go camping with another couple," Claire told him along the way. "I think you and hippie chick should be the other couple."

"Camping? Why?"

"I don't know. He thinks it would be fun. Tell me you'll do it."

"Ask me tomorrow," he suggested as they arrived to her building. He walked her as far as her front door. She kissed him goodnight without another invitation for more. Jared drove home to his empty apartment and tried feeling good about his decisions. It was more difficult than he imagined.

* * * * *

The next morning, his phone rang early. It was Claire. "I'm sorry I ever called you sort of boring in bed," she said.

"And good morning to you, too," he laughed.

"I'm serious," she insisted. "I just . . . I don't know . . . I . . ."

"It's okay," he said, cutting off her stammering. "I'm glad we're still friends."

"Friends enough that we can go camping together?"

"Maybe," he allowed, unsure how he felt about the idea. "I'll have to talk to Rayne."

Jared sometimes underestimated Rayne's sense of humor. When he suggested camping with Claire and Ricky, Rayne began laughing. She waved her hands, at first at him and then fanning herself. "Wait, you're asking if we can go couples camping with your ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend, right?" she howled. "The guy she left you for?"

"Well, I don't know that she left me FOR him," he clarified.

"Right and I don't give blowjobs to old guys at work who really deserve one," Rayne managed before another bout of laughter overtook her. Her ability to guess the entire situation marveled Jared. Even how casually she had mentioned the hiccup in their relationship amazed him. She clearly worked with a different set of skills and values. She calmed herself before giving her answer, "I wouldn't miss this for the world!" Jared considered retracting the offer, guessing there was more to the arrangement than he could guess. Rayne never gave him the chance before she jumped on top of him and demanded sex. "Just so you know, we're going to do this a lot during our camping trip. And doing it outdoors always turns me into a screamer!"

They fucked. Jared had no other way to describe their sex than that. It was raw and unbridled the way Rayne bounced up and down on his hard cock with her hands on his shoulders for leverage. She squirmed and wiggled her hips while squeezing whatever muscles she had hidden inside her pussy. Following her orgasm, a fiery look appeared in her eyes. "Do it," she panted. "Come in me. Come deep inside of me."

Jared gave himself to the moment. He clutched at her full breasts, grabbing them firmly and used his hips to thrust deeper inside of her. "That's it! Do it! Fuck me!" she demanded, her voice loud inside his tiny apartment. "Fuck me hard, Jared. Harder!" She tossed her head backwards and her blonde hair flew around like hundreds of tiny whips raking across his face. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come again!" she cried out and he felt it. He felt her pussy rhythmically squeezing him, pulling on his hard cock as she still tried to move up and down. It was too much for him. He lost himself inside her second orgasm and came with her. "Yeah," she purred, relaxed. "Now that's fucking!"

In the hours that passed, Jared grew convinced he was making a huge mistake. He suggested as much, that maybe going camping with Claire and Rick wasn't a good idea. Rayne wouldn't have it. "We can still go camping," Jared tried. "Let's do it with your friends. I bet they'll be more fun."

"Oh no," Rayne smiled. "This is perfect." She found Jared's cellphone, scrolled through his recent calls and found Claire near the top. She pressed the call button and handed it to him. "Tell her we'll do it," she insisted, her pretty jaw set strongly with the challenge. Jared didn't know what else to do. Claire answered on the third ring.

"Hey you," she said and he could hear the smile in her voice. "What's up?"

"I'm here with Rayne," he began.

"And we'd love to go camping with you!" Rayne yelled. On the other end of Jared's phone, he heard Claire snicker.

"Guess that means she likes the idea?"

"Too much," he told her.

"Ricky feels the same way. He says he can't wait to meet you."

"Interesting," Jared said as Rayne slipped to the floor and began sucking his dick. "I guess I should go."

"Keep talking, it's okay," Rayne said. "Find out when and where."

"Okay," he muttered, confused. He asked Claire if she knew when and where as Rayne put his prick between her lips. He relayed the spot Claire mentioned.

"I know a better place," Rayne said, taking the phone from Jared's ear. She stayed between Jared's legs. "Hey Claire, it's Rayne." She kissed Jared's dick again. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too." She popped his cock in her mouth and sucked it once before talking again. "We should do some primitive camping. Just the four of us in the woods with a couple tents and a campfire." She returned her mouth to Jared's cock while she listened. "Well, check with him. I know a spot. It's an easy hike, and I know we'll be absolutely alone." More sucking. "I know, doesn't it? Well, get Ricky onboard and let Jared know, okay?" She handed back his phone.

"She sounds nice," Claire told Jared. "Was she eating or something?"

"Or something," Jared said, embarrassed for Rayne. Claire said she would talk to Ricky and get back to them. Jared hung up his phone and watched his girlfriend's pretty face bobbing up and down his hard cock. "Sometimes, I think you're made wrong," he said as he smiled and caressed the side of her face.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," she said and didn't stop sucking him until he gave up another load of semen for her. It took a long time and she never complained.

* * * * *

The two couples met at the trailhead. Not counting the conversation while Rayne sucked his dick, Jared had supervised two conversations between Rayne and Claire. One happened during lunch. Claire's questions had been too many, and he suggested they call the camping expert. During their last conversation, Jared listened to Rayne answering a few questions before she spent pumped Claire for information about Ricky. The sisterhood bond formed during those few conversations showed.

Jared had expected Ricky to be taller, at least as tall as he was, though that felt foolish. Jared was taller than average while Ricky looked as if he measured at exactly the average height for a man. He looked strong. Probably cut, Jared thought, lamenting his long and lean appearance for the first time since high school. As they loaded backpacks for the first trek to the campsite, Jared picked up on Rick's cockiness. He looked like an ex-jock and acted like one.

"That's not going to be too much for you, is it?" Ricky asked as Jared slung his bigger backpack into place.

"I got it," Jared assured him without explaining how he was carrying more bulk than weight.

The concept of primitive camping had gotten lost along the way. Rayne assured everyone the campsite was an easy hike. She was right, and it made the extra trips bearable. Claire and Rayne insisted they could set-up the tents without help. "You guys mind making a second trip?" Claire asked. They didn't.

They were barely out of earshot when Rick turn on Jared, "Just so we're straight, you don't have an issue with me fucking your ex-girlfriend, do you?"

"Did it bother you when I was fucking her?" Jared asked.

Rick stopped, turned and sized up Jared. While Jared was taller, he had no doubt Rick could take him. He stood and waited for whatever was going to happen. Rick eyed him up and down for a long moment before slapping him on the arm. "You're alright, tech-boy," he said with a big grin that displayed impossibly white teeth. He began heading back towards the cars. "That little piece of ass you're fucking is cute as hell."

Jared wasn't sure how to reply. He was woefully poor at this kind of small talk. Was he supposed to make a slur about Rayne? Maybe say something nice about Claire? "Yes, she is short," he decided. Rayne was the easily the shortest of the group.

"Where the hell did you find a nice piece of ass like that?"

"Organic grocery near my apartment."

"So that's why Claire calls her hippie-chick," Rick said. "Well, let me tell you, I'd eat her granola!" He laughed as if he had made a joke. Jared didn't catch it but smiled just the same.

Their conversation lagged and Jared realized it was his turn to say something. "Think they'll get along?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? I bet they're laughing up a storm talking about you."

"Me?"

"Dude, think it about it. What's the one thing they have in common? I'll spell it out for you: they have both fucked you. Ten bucks says that's what they're talking about right now."

Jared wasn't sure how he felt about that. He knew guys bragged about their sexual exploits. Did women do that, too? And if they did, what were they saying? It felt unlikely that Claire would engage in gossip. He couldn't be sure about Rayne as they finished their short hike and arrived at their cars.

Their second loads were heavier than the first load as they shouldered food and cooking equipment. The trip back to the campsite took longer. Both men huffed as they hiked, keeping the conversation to a minimum. Jared led the way until they neared the campsite. That's when Ricky passed him, picked up his pace and stepped into the clearing first. "Keep up, tech-boy," he called.

"Um, okay," Jared said. He was right behind the shorter and better built man. When Ricky had passed him on the narrow trail, Jared had lengthened his strides and kept pace with him. Oddly, Ricky looked surprised that Jared was right on his heels. In their absence, Rayne and Claire had pitched both tents and uncovered a fire pit. Their matching tents were classified as four man tents. Jared looked inside his tent and quickly realized sleeping four would mean sleeping side-by-side. Rayne had it right when she suggested two tents.

The grassy campsite faced a rocky bluff with a stream gurgling at its base. Rayne explained her history with the campsite, how she had first visited it with her ex-girlfriend and why it was so private. "This piece is owned by the national parks. Stray too far away from the stream and it becomes private property. Most people think this entire area is private property, but it's not. We can do anything we want." She described a couple hiking trails she knew about that would keep them on national park property.