Camping on Nude Day

"What did you and your girlfriend do?" Ricky asked. Claire rolled her eyes and even Jared picked up on the lecherous tone in his voice.

"We spent entire weekends camping naked and eating pussy. What did you think we were doing?"

"Sounds like you in college," Ricky roared with laughter as he gave Claire a playful slap on the ass, "Told you we'd have fun this weekend!"

"Does Claire go both ways, too?" Rayne asked Jared.

"Um, not that I know," he said. Her experiences or interest in bisexuality had never come up while they were dating. He looked at Claire for an answer.

"I might have experimented back in college," Claire allowed.

"Damn, dude, you didn't know that?" Ricky crowed. "Back in college, she was half a dyke," he added, reminding Jared how far back their relationship went.

"I was not," Claire said, slapping her boyfriend across the chest.

"What about Miranda?"

"She was just a fling," Claire said, looking embarrassed.

"Nothing wrong with doing a little eating at the Y," Ricky said, holding up a peace sign and flicking his tongue between his two fingers.

"Good, because I still do," Rayne laughed.

"Whoa! Tech-boy! You hit the jackpot, didn't you?"

"What do you mean?" Jared asked, confused.

* * * * *

They went about the business of setting up the rest of their campsite. It was twilight before anyone mentioned a few things still missing from their cars. Rayne and Ricky volunteered making the return trip. Jared didn't think twice about it.

"She's really fun," Claire said as she fed the fire. "I can see why you like her."

"Yeah, fun is a good word," Jared allowed. He tried to find something nice to say about Rick. "He's a character, isn't he?" he offered, going with a neutral comment that he knew worked.

"Yeah, he's special."

Jared didn't know how to interpret her description. He gave an understanding nod and broke up a few longer pieces of firewood into shorter lengths. "I didn't know you ever had a girlfriend."

"I had more than one," she revealed. "Miranda was the only one Ricky knew about." She stared off into the tree line for a moment. "I got tired of guys like Ricky and, I don't know, it was just a phase."

"There are more guys like Ricky?" Jared asked.

"Okay, Ricky in particular," she said.

"How long have you known him?"

"That's a long story," she hedged with a glance at the trail. They heard Ricky and Rayne long before they saw them. "Sounds as if they're hitting it off." They rejoined the campsite wearing big smiles.

Later that night, Ricky produced a large bottle of Jack Daniels and passed it around the circle. "To good friends," he said, tossing back a swig. They each repeated his salute and took a drink, before crawling inside their tents.

"Ricky's so fun," Rayne said as she stripped naked. Jared was surprised with her nudity. She caught his expression. "What? You didn't think we were going to go camping and not fuck, did you?" She kissed him and tugged at his clothes.

"I guess if we're quiet," he suggested.

"I don't know how to camp, fuck and be quiet. I'm an all-or-nothing kind of girl." She kissed down his bare chest, pulled off his shorts and began sucking his cock. That started quiet, but it didn't stay that way. Once she had him hard, she climbed on top of him. "Oh yeah," she purred, loudly.

"Sh," Jared hushed.

"No way," she whispered, kissing him and proving she could be quiet. "They're going to hear us. Let's make sure it's fun!" She braced herself against his chest, squirmed and cried out passionately. "So deep! That feels so fucking good!" She gave him a wink and kept going.

Jared held her tiny hips as she fucked him, wondering how he could quiet her. He tried pulling her mouth to his, trying to mute her with kisses. Rayne wouldn't have it. She loudly moaned and often broke their kiss to provide more of a play-by-play.

"So close," she cried out. "So fucking close!"

Rayne felt like an unbridled, wild woman in his arms as she bounced, squirmed and worked herself against him. His hard cock swelled deep inside of her, enjoying each one of her strokes even while his mind raced for ways to quiet her cries. Her pussy felt hot, wet and slippery. He felt the rhythmic clenching of her orgasm tugging and pulling on his needy prick as she moved. It was a repeat of what had happened on his couch, in real life and within earshot of Ricky and Claire. Jared felt embarrassed and thrilled at the same time.

"You too," Rayne insisted. "Don't hold back on me, Jared. Fill me. Give it to me. Come inside of me!"

He quickly realized his orgasm could be his best way out of his predicament. He focused on the amazing sensations happening and gave himself over to those sensations. He gasped and bit back a passionate cry as his orgasm surged through him.

"Yes!" Rayne cheered. "That's it! Fill me! Fill me with your hot cum!" As soon as his orgasm ended, Rayne collapsed on top of him. She felt wet from her exertion, and he didn't care as he pressed their hot, naked bodies together. "Fuck, I love you," she softly cooed as she cuddled next to him. She wormed and wiggled way next to him and quickly fell asleep. Jared laid staring at the inside of the tent trying to digest her last words before she fell asleep. She loved him?

* * * * *

"Quite the performance last night," Ricky smirked when Rayne and Jared emerged from their tent.

"Doing it in the woods always gets to me," Rayne said without shame or embarrassment.

"Apparently so," Claire smirked.

"We weren't too loud, were we?" Jared asked.

"Fuck that. It keeps the bears away," Ricky laughed. "Though you sort of got in the way of our fun. Someone couldn't stop giggling," Ricky reported with a knowing look at Claire.

"I'm sorry," she told Ricky before asking Jared and Rayne, "is it always that loud?"

"Sometimes," Jared admitted, unsure if he should apologize or feel proud.

"Only with him," Rayne quickly added, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him on the shoulder. "But I'm not telling you anything, am I?" The different looks on the other couple's faces made her laugh. Claire looked surprised while Ricky looked pissed.

"I'll make it up to you tonight," Claire told Ricky. She gave him a peck on the cheek, too. It was the first time he had seen Claire offering Ricky affection. He didn't feel jealous.

"You can do better than that," Ricky insisted, pulling Claire into his arms and planting a much bigger kiss on her lips. While they kissed, Jared felt Rayne's hand on his knee. She squeezed his leg. When he turned to see what she wanted, she was smiling and kissed him, too. It wasn't a deep, romantic kiss. More of a "good job" or "I approve" sort of kiss. Her grin lasted longer than their kiss.

Rayne stepped away and returned with a towel and a bar of soap. "I'm going to step down to the brook and get cleaned up."

"Mind if I pull up a chair and watch?" Ricky asked with a rakish grin.

"I don't, but your girlfriend might," Rayne laughed.

"What about your boyfriend?" Ricky asked, giving Jared a big grin. "What do you say? You've seen my girlfriend naked, is it okay if I see your girlfriend naked, too?"

"That's up to Rayne, not me," Jared answered, confused again by dynamics he wasn't programmed to follow.

"Cool! So it's okay, then!" Ricky announced.

"You know he's teasing you, right?" Claire told Jared.

"Not really," he admitted.

Claire smiled and changed the topic. "What's the difference between a creek, river and stream, anyway?"

They discussed the geological differences between a creek, river, stream, and brook before Rayne put an end to it. She surprised Claire and Ricky with an insightful interpretation about the differences between each form of flowing water and finished with, "How about this? I'm going to get naked over by that water and wash my naughty bits, okay?"

"Yeah, but I'm still confused whether I'm allowed to watch or not," Ricky said, drawing a round of laughter while Rayne gave up and went to the stream of spring-fed water that eventually led to a river, but not before passing through a couple man-made lakes. After a few minutes, Ricky excused himself, grabbing a shovel and a roll of toilet paper before heading into the woods.

"You know he's going to circle around and try getting a glimpse of Rayne," Claire sighed.

"No," Jared shrugged. "How can you be sure?"

"Because I know Ricky."

"Rayne won't care."

"What about you?" Claire asked.

Jared gave her a blank look. "How should I feel about it?"

"Up to you," Claire chuckled. "But I guess it doesn't matter, does it?" Jared was lost. He shrugged again, unsure why any of it would matter and how he could ever know if Ricky snuck a peek at his girlfriend or not. He got his answer after Rayne returned from cleaning up. She looked right at Ricky and smirked before ducking back into the tent. "Told you," Claire told Jared before giving Rick a sideways glance.

"What did I do?" Ricky asked, grinning with guilt before he started laughing. "And, for whatever it's worth, she looks like a 70's porn star."

"I can still hear you!" Rayne said from inside the tent.

"I'm just sayin'," Ricky laughed and smiled as if nothing could be wrong in a world that included his opinion and his hijinks.

* * * * *

It was later that afternoon while Rayne dozed in the sun wearing her bathing suit, and Ricky had fallen asleep in a camping chair when Claire asked Jared if he wanted to go for a hike. "Mind if I borrow your boyfriend?" she asked Rayne.

"He was yours first," Rayne said, giving them a sleepy looking smile as she rolled on her front and undid her straps. "There's a neat rock formation upstream."

Jared glanced at Ricky. Claire didn't seem to care. "Let him sleep," she said and led the way. They walked for a while in silence before Claire began the story about how she had met Ricky. "He was my first," she said, and talked about being an innocent girl starting her first year in college and how Ricky was the only guy she knew from her home town. "It's funny, because we were never friends in high school. I always thought he was jerk."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. We hung out and he made me laugh. It felt good seeing a familiar face. Before I knew it, we were having sex. I always said I was going to save myself for college, and I did." She picked up a flat rock and skimmed it across a small pool of water. It skipped three times. She tried it again. "I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend until I found out he was still hooking up with other girls." She put more into her second toss, and it skimmed the water six times before sinking. "He would charm his way back into my bed, and I'd think things were going to work out differently."

"How did you want things to work out?"

"That's just it, I don't know. I mean, I never saw myself getting married to him. I guess it just frustrated me that I couldn't be woman enough for him." She picked up a big rock and threw it at the water. She began walking upstream again.

"What about now?" Jared asked.

"I don't know," she repeated. "I was a bitch to you, and then I was single again, and he called."

"Is he good in bed?" Jared asked, immediately regretting the question. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"It's okay. After what I said to you, it's a fair question. Do you really want to know?" They reached the rock formation Rayne had mentioned and climbed on top of it.

"Yes?" he hedged, unsure if he was doing it for her or himself.

"There are times when he's amazing," she said, before shrugging. "But sometimes, he's just selfish. I never know which Ricky I'm getting until he rolls over and falls asleep."

"And, you like that?"

"Not really," she admitted, giving him a tiny smile. "With you, it was predictable, but consistently good." She shimmied down the rocks. "Sometimes, I miss that." She waited for him to follow. "What's it like with Rayne? She seems like she's a lot of fun."

"Crazy," he admitted. "She said I go down on her better than any girl she's ever had."

"She's never had me," Claire said with a funny smile he couldn't remember seeing on her face before that moment.

"I never knew you went both ways."

"I did. I don't know that I do now. Maybe, if the stars lined up just right, the moon was full and I was half-drunk, I'd do it again."

"Too bad the full moon was last night," Jared said.

They started their walk back to camp. As they neared the last bend of the stream, Claire stopped. She pulled Jared into her arms and planted a big kiss on his lips. "Thank you," she said, smiling at the shocked expression she left behind. "I love how easy it is to talk to you."

Ricky and Rayne were sitting near the tents and laughing as Jared and Claire walked up. Ricky sat very close to Rayne. Whatever Ricky had said, it had tickled Rayne. She leaned against him as she laughed and looked very happy. Her smile was contagious, and Jared felt himself smiling as they walked back to the campsite. "He is just so funny!" Rayne told them.

"And what have you two been doing?" Ricky asked, though he didn't look angry or concerned.

"Just went for a hike," Claire said. "And fucked, but we only did it once."

"Figured that's all he was good for," Ricky laughed, accepting her joke and spinning it into an insult in with a single comment.

"She's kidding," Jared said, shocked.

"See? I told you we should have done it," Ricky told Rayne, setting off another bout of giggles. He looked at Jared, "Full disclosure, I saw your girlfriend's tits."

"Someone poured water on my back!" Rayne said, and she described the sophomoric prank of pouring cold water on the back of a sunbathing woman.

"It's okay, he's seen my girlfriend's tits, too," Ricky said. Rayne laughed again.

They joked and chatted away the afternoon. After dinner, the bottle of Jack Daniels came back out and everyone showed more interest in it. "We are going to celebrate tomorrow, right?" Rayne asked as night fell upon the camp. She got three puzzled stares. "Isn't that why you picked this week for camping?"

"What's tomorrow?" Claire asked.

"Gosh, don't you guys pay attention to anything? It's Nude Day."

"What's a Nude Day?" Jared quizzed.

"I don't know, but sign me up!" Ricky chimed before Rayne had a chance to explain. Her explanation about a day set aside for celebrating the human form in all of its glory fell flat with him. "So, it's not about sex?"

"Not for nudists," Rayne explained.

"I think we should do it," Ricky said. No one was surprised. "No one's going to see us, right?" Rayne assured them they could expect privacy.

"I don't know," Jared hedged.

"What's the matter, tech-boy? I'm the only who hasn't seen you naked."

"And hard," Claire giggled.

"Yeah, well, I don't need that," Rick scoffed.

"It's no fun if you don't get excited," Claire teased. "Both of you," she said before turning to Rayne. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Are you kidding?" Rayne squealed. "Hell, I think we should just tease them tonight so they're good and primed tomorrow."

"I like the way you think," Claire laughed, toasting their sisterhood bond with a long pull of Jack Daniels before passing the bottle to Rayne.

* * * * *

Zipped into their tent that night, Rayne stripped naked before pulling off Jared's clothes, too. "I thought we weren't going to do anything tonight," he said with an eager smile.

"Oh, we aren't." She cuddled close to his naked body and caressed his cock and balls. Nurturing him to a hard-on took only moments. "But I am going to make you wish we did." She kissed him as her hand caressed the full length and girth of his manhood. She kept pulling on him until he felt close to release. "There, that's better," she purred. She snuggled closer, put her head on his chest and fell asleep.

Jared's swollen cock throbbed. He felt hyper aware of the naked woman pressing against him. His long arm reached around her, caressing her soft skin and making his condition worse. Then he heard Ricky's voice whine, "Seriously?" and he smiled. At least he wasn't alone in his condition. He heard more hushed murmurs, guessed he was hearing more pleading and fell asleep.

* * * * *

In the morning the tan tent tinted sunlight an amber color. Rayne woke first and it was her intimate caress that woke Jared. "Happy Nude Day," Rayne cooed, kissing his chest.

Jared lay very still. "We're not really going to do it, are we?" he asked, dreading the answer he predicted.

"Why not?"

"What if, you know, I get hard."

"Even better," Rayne said, doing her best to make sure he stayed that way.

"I really need to pee."

"Go for it," she said, rolling away and giving him space. He reached for his shorts. She stopped him. "No way." After a short stare down, Jared gave up. The camp sounded quiet and he really needed to go. He unzipped the door, peeked outside and didn't see anyone. He darted naked into the wood line and relieved himself.

He passed Rayne heading into the woods on his way back to the tent. He hid inside until he heard the sound of pots and pans and peeked to see what was going on. Naked and without a care in the world, Rayne was stoking the fire and heating up water for coffee. Tan lines against golden tanned flesh accentuated her nakedness, and she looked like a forest nymph. He struggled keeping calm in case Rick and Claire were going to celebrate Nude Day, too.

"Good morning," Claire called. She was naked, too.

Shit, Jared swore in his head as he wrestled with a boundary he didn't realize he had. He knew Rayne enjoyed being naked. When she spent the night, they lived as nudists. He enjoyed being naked around her as long as it was inside the privacy of his apartment. Why was this different? Because it was outside? Because other people were around? Yes, his inner voice answered.

Claire sat next to Rayne in one the folding chairs they had brought. Their backs were to Jared but he could tell they were both naked. A very soft groan escaped his lips as he felt a tingle between his legs. "You better not," he told his body, forcing himself to remain soft. Seeing Claire naked teased him more than seeing Rayne au natural.

"Are you going to hide all day or do you want some coffee?" Rayne called.

"He always was shy," Claire said.

"Just brushing my teeth," Jared called back, lying before he climbed the rest of the way out of the tent. He held his hands in front of his manhood as he strolled to the fire. He sat across from the girls, hung his ankle over his knee and draped his hand casually over his thigh to keep his nakedness obscured.

"Really?" Claire asked, grinning. "You're going to be that kind of shy all day?"

"Maybe," he said.

"Who is being shy?" Ricky asked from behind Jared. He turned to other man's voice and immediately wished he hadn't. Ricky stood in front of his tent and stretched. His manhood dangled against his balls. He was shaved clean and, as Jared had guessed earlier, he was cut. His muscles rippled as he displayed his six-pack. Jared turned around and caught Rayne staring while wearing a wistful grin. "Be right back," Rick said. Jared guessed without looking that Ricky was visiting the wood line, too.

"Damn," Rayne said to Claire with a tiny giggle. Jared wondered if his life could get any worse.

"Yeah," Claire agreed.

Instant coffee was passed around in blue speckled mugs. Ricky joined the group, "Happy Nude Day, buddy," he said, slapping Jared on the knee as he sat next to him. Unlike Jared, Ricky sat with his legs parted, giving both women a clear view between his legs. "Nice view, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is," Rayne said, still stealing glances between Ricky's legs. "I like that you shave."

"Adds an optic inch," he told Jared.

"He's more a grower than a show-er," Claire said, defending Jared. After spending a lifetime unconcerned about his length, Jared felt small sitting next to Ricky and small in more ways that manhood length. Jared knew flaccid lengths had little to do with erect lengths. Ricky was a former athlete who remained in great shape. Jared had spent his life as a computer geek; he was lean without Ricky's definition. And, Jared was shy. He couldn't bring himself to sit as openly as Ricky.