Fog

Then his hands began to play with my ass - with my enthusiastic approval - and my own hands slipped inside his jeans to cup his firm bottom. I was wearing a short skirt and skimpy panties but could easily feel his hard organ pressed tightly between us. I reached around front and grasped him through his pants and with gasping breath whispered, "Dan, I want you."

We had already had sex a couple of times and both of us were ready to repeat it now. "Do you want to go somewhere?" He asked.

We had once used his apartment when his roommate was gone, but I knew that wasn't the case that night. Besides, the fog, the soft lights and sounds, the sound of the fast flowing river were setting an incredibly sexy scene. I suddenly knew exactly what I did want.

"No. Just take me right here. Put me up against the wall and fuck me hard."

The words seemed to have a dramatic effect on Dan. I heard him draw in his breath in a sharp gasp and then his mouth mashed mine as our tongues struggled against each other while his hands worked hard on my breasts. In seconds he raised my skirt above my waist and tugged my panties part way down. I used one foot to push them the rest of the way. I pulled my right foot completely free of them and began to unbuckle Dan's belt. In just seconds his jeans and underwear were around his ankles and his hard cock touched my naked pussy. I sharply sucked in my breath and pushed back against him, cupping his balls in one hand. I could feel that I was soaking and moved my hand to bring the head of his cock directly to my soaked slit, rubbing the head slightly against it.

Our mouths were still locked together and, now aimed in the right direction, Dan pushed hard against me. I felt him begin to slide inside and at the same time his hands grabbed both of mine and held them against the wall above my head. My skirt was bunched up around my waist and as he shoved hard into me my bare ass was pressed against the concrete wall behind me.

He did just as I asked, pounding me hard, each stroke rubbing my bare bottom slightly against the concrete. I would probably have a little rug burn - concrete burn? - on my ass the next day but right then the rough treatment was a fantastic turn-on. With my arms held above my head I could only push back, both with my hips and also to rub my breasts - no, my tits, I suddenly thought - as hard as I could against his chest.

I don't think we lasted more than a minute like that, what with the intensity of our actions, but it didn't take that long before I started coming. And come I certainly did! I hadn't had a climax like that except maybe a couple of times with Eric. I flew apart and dissolved into a million pieces which slowly came back together to reform into Kristen. A very happy Kristen.

I realized Dan was still well inside me and still partly hard. Still breathing in quick gasps I said, "That was fantastic, Dan!"

"I wasn't too rough on you?" he asked.

"No, I liked it. I wouldn't want it like that every time but I loved it. Really hot." I was still pressed against the concrete wall but he had let my hands slide free and now I moved them behind to cup tightly against Dan's ass. I gave him a squeeze. "The fog, the river, the shadows, the concrete. Everything is so sexy like this. Wild. Exciting. Sewers of Paris."

He laughed at my excitement. "Well, I'm glad you liked it. I certainly did. You are certainly one hot piece, Ms Blake."

I laughed and responded, "And you are certainly one hot stud, Mr. Kane."

We continued to hold each other close until Dan slipped free. I let my skirt slip back down while Dan pulled his jeans and underwear back up. I started to pull up my panties and then suddenly on a whim took them off completely. I held them up with one finger and dangled them between us. "I don't think I need these right now." Then I slipped them into my jacket pocket.

Dan just looked at me for a couple of seconds. "You are really one sexy girl, Kristen." Then he gave a small laugh. "You can be a serious student, a woman with very proper behavior and then you are the hottest fox I could imagine. There's certainly a lot to you, Kristen."

I smiled back. "Who was that said, 'A woman should be a lady in the drawing room and a whore in the bedroom'? I'm not a whore and actually we aren't in a bedroom, but I don't have to be the same all the time, do I?"

He laughed. "Certainly not. And I don't believe whore had exactly the same meaning when that was first said. Anyway, I definitely like you the way you are at any time."

We stayed under the bridge for another hour or so, necking and petting, and then before we left Dan was able to become aroused once more and took me against the wall again. Not quite as hard but it lasted longer and was just as exciting. I was definitely going to have a little rug burn on my ass, but I didn't mind at all.

CHAPTER 4

Dan and I dated for several months until school finished for the summer. Our relationship was more erotic than romantic. Neither of us thought we were in love or that we would be. We enjoyed being together and doing things - not just sex. We did definitely enjoy the sex, however. Dan was a skillful lover and ready to try most things. He enjoyed both sides of oral as did I. We never tried anal but he did often tease my back door with his fingers and a couple of times with his tongue and I came to wonder if someday I might want to try things "the other way."

Dan was a senior and had a job on the west coast after graduation, so we knew our relationship wouldn't last beyond that. We both dated other people but after I started dating him, Dan was the only one I had sex - oral or otherwise - with. I don't think he ever went to bed with anyone else either, but I'm not absolutely sure. We usually managed to find somewhere about once a week but not always. Anyway it was enough to remove my frustration.

Diane had become much more involved with Kevin and now thought that something more serious might develop. The two of us had become quite good friends and had no real hesitation in discussing our personal lives. I came to realize that despite what it may have sounded like, neither of us was really a "loose" woman. Yes, we slept with - or at least, fucked - men we weren't married or even engaged to. But we never did so without getting to know the man and developing a relationship. No one night stands. No sex on a first, or even on a second date. We also both stayed away from heavy drinking and other substances. No interest along those lines at all, thank you.

We also found we had many things in common besides our outlook on sex. We both lived on the lake, we both loved outdoor sports like hiking, camping, backpacking, kayaking, and cross country skiing. As school neared its annual end, Diane brought up the idea of taking a camping trip. First she just mentioned that she wanted to do so to just relax for awhile. Then she suddenly said, "In fact, Kristen, why don't we go camping together? We could take a week or so after school lets out and just relax." Then she laughed and said, "You know, just 'be at one with nature'."

I laughed, too. "That sounds like it might be fun. It would just be better if we had a couple of guys to go with us."

"You mean to take us?" she said with a totally innocent look.

I laughed again. "Or maybe we'd take them."

She joined my laughter then turned a little more serious. "Seriously, I was thinking about going up to the Porcupine Mountains. You know, in the UP on Lake Superior."

"Sure, I've been there before."

"Well, we could go to the developed campground for a few days and maybe even go backpacking for a few more. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that. I'd have to figure out the logistics. Neither of us have a car here and I'm not sure I could take one from home for that long."

She stopped and thought for a minute. "How about this. You said your parents are picking you up and driving you home. Right?" I nodded. "Well, there is a guy from Escanaba here with a car. He is going to give me a ride home. I'll bet he'll be happy to go a little out of the way and let you drop your stuff off at home. Then you could ride home with us and we could go over to the Porkies. We'll find some way to get you home. At worst you could catch a bus."

"He wouldn't mind?"

"I very much doubt it."

"My parents are supposed to take me home on the twenty-first. When are you going?"

"We wont be leaving until the twenty-fourth."

"I could call my parents and say you're bringing me home."

"Yes. Then you could stay with me for a day or so before we could head over to the Porkies."

"Your family won't mind?"

"Certainly not. I'd like them to meet you anyway. Especially since we'll be living together again next year." Diane and I had decided to get an apartment together the next year and had found one which we would move into on the fifteenth of August.

"I love that idea. I'll have to call my family to make sure they haven't made any plans I can't get out of, but that should work out fine." Later I called and there was no problem. In fact they invited Diane and the guy who would be driving us to have lunch so they could meet her also. Diane's ride, George, also had no problem so everything looked to be set.

Eric and I had been exchanging e-mails since we had arrived at school. Over Christmas we had gone out twice but it was more for friendship sake than romance. OK, there was a pretty nice goodnight kiss each time, but nothing beyond that. We were still friends - very good friends. We both knew our romantic involvement had ended in August and neither of us was upset over it. I told him about some of the men I had been dating. There was no one serious but I wasn't sitting in the dorm every night by myself even if by then I hadn't met anyone I was ready to sleep with yet. Eric told me about a girl he was dating - Amber - and that he thought they might become pretty serious. In one of his e-mails in early May he had said that he and Amber were going with each other exclusively and he thought it would probably become permanent. They were both going to be taking courses that summer and he didn't expect to see me over the summer. I congratulated him on finding Amber and he wished me luck in the same vein.

Diane and I had decided to find an apartment together for the next year and had located one not too much of a walk from campus. We would be moving in August but had already put down a deposit. Since we would still be living together the next year I thought my parents might like to meet her and, of course, since I was going to stop over a day at her place before our camping trip, I'd get a chance to meet her parents also.

I had talked with my parents and told them that Diane and I were going on a camping trip to the Porkies and that she and a friend who lived near Escanaba - George something - would drive me back home to drop off my school stuff and pick up some camping gear. They suggested that the three of us stay overnight and that way they could meet my roommate. Diane and George were happy to accept. Diane thought it would be nice to meet my parents and George said that it would break up the long trip back to the UP. The drive over to my home would only take about four hours but then we would have to go partway back across the state to get to the bridge.

Anyway, Saturday, two days after my last final, found us heading west with the car stuffed with the belongings of all three of us. Diane had met George in one of her classes, but I never had before he arrived to pick us up. Diane had told me it was strictly for the ride - she had no other interest in him. He seemed a nice enough person and I soon saw that he was a competent driver, but I didn't feel any particular attraction either.

Dinner went well and George was installed in a spare bedroom while Diane shared mine. Early the next morning I quickly loaded my camping gear into the car and we hit the road once more. I had told my parents we'd probably be gone a couple of weeks but we weren't exactly sure how long. I'd call then and let them know how things were going. I also said that I might take a bus home to save Diane a long drive.

George dropped us at Diane's house and as soon as we had our stuff out he left for his own home. Diane's house wasn't on the lake itself but, like mine, was only a short distance inland. Her parents were quite friendly to me and again dinner went quite well with them asking about my studies and so on. As I had done with her, Diane shared her room with me. We were taking a day to get everything ready for the trip. We needed to buy food and a couple of other things as well as get her gear together. We'd be taking the car she used so we also had to make sure it was ready. Doing all of this pretty well took us most of Monday. Her parents had some place they had to go that night so we just went to Chili's for supper. When we finally got back home her parents had just arrived and we spent a half hour talking about the trip with them. They had frequently gone camping in the Porkies also, so they were familiar with everything. Finally about eleven everyone went to bed.

Tuesday we all sat down to breakfast about seven but by eight we were on our way. It's less than two hundred miles from Escanaba to the Porcupine Mountains park so we made it there by about noon. We went to the visitor center and then picked out a campsite in the main campground on the shore of Lake Superior. We planned to stay in the developed campground for two or three days while we made day hikes and then maybe go backpacking for a few more.

We set up our tent and then had a quick lunch from some of the deli stuff we had brought in the cooler. The temperature was in the upper seventies and the sky completely clear. Waves on the lake were small, just providing a quiet lap, lap, lap as they struck against the shore. Diane and I were both dressed in cutoffs and short tees. The sun felt so good that we ended up spending most of the afternoon just lying in the sun, either by the tent or, for a little while, down on the beach.

About seven we fixed supper and cleaned up. At this time of year in Upper Michigan and with the sky clear, it stays light until after ten thirty at night. We were both feeling the release from the pressure of school and the excitement of the trip and with the light sky we weren't in the least sleepy. We decided to take a walk along the shore and spent the next two hours just walking at the water's edge, frequently stopping to talk.

While we were talking, Diane mentioned that Kevin had told her he was going to have a surprise for her, but didn't say just what or just when. Kevin and Diane had been going out with each other since the end of last October. I knew they had been having sex for most of that time - it was easy to tell when Diane came back to the room with that wide grin on her face. Besides we had become close friends and didn't mind talking about such things. She had also said their relationship was becoming a little more serious but they weren't ready to get engaged yet or anything.

I had managed to find two different guys I had felt comfortable enough to sleep with, although as I have said, we never did really sleep. One of them lived in a dorm so our few times were limited to a blanket in one of the heavily wooded areas of the campus. The other one, Dan, was a junior and lived in an apartment off campus. We still used the great outdoors sometimes but when his other apartment mates were gone, it was nice to have someplace inside during the winter. OK, we were friends and I was comfortable enough to go to bed with him, but neither of us looked at this as anything permanent. I've heard the term "fuck buddies" used around campus but I don't think that really described it either. It was more than that but a lot less than love. I wouldn't even say we actually "made love," but we definitely did fuck.

With Eric I had found that I loved sex. Loved it in every way we tried, and we tried quite a few. During those two months last summer, Eric and I managed probably five or six times a week. Now it had been more than four weeks since the last time Dan and I had done anything and I was feeling the lack. While I could pleasure myself, it wasn't the same, and I'll admit I was just a little jealous of Diane and Kevin. Not seriously, but more of just a little envy. It wasn't helped any when, after we finally settled into our tent that night, Diane started talking about Kevin and even chose to describe a few of the things they had done. She wasn't trying to tease or anything. I'm sure it was just that she was missing him - and the sex - as much as I was missing such activities.

Wednesday dawned with a mostly overcast sky and a very red sunrise. Well, I wasn't planning on going sailing ("Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.") Still we made sure we took some rain gear when we packed our daypacks. After breakfast we packed a trail lunch and headed over to a trail leading to Lake of the Clouds and spent the day exploring this part of the park. There were some light showers during the day, but mostly they were just misty light rain. We arrived back at camp about six and, fortunately, the rain had stopped by then so we could fix supper.

Again we finished cleanup and about nine thirty we were just sitting outside the tent talking. We were just chatting, me facing out towards the campsite road and Diane facing me, when I saw a man walking down the loop past our site. He was wearing a hooded nylon jacket even though it wasn't raining at the moment so I could see nothing of his face. Then, when he was up to our site he turned towards us and said, "Hi. Haven't I seen you two before?"

Diane spun around and let out with a squeal. "Kevin!"

"That's me," he replied as he pulled the hood off revealing a wide smile. Before he could say anything else Diane was up and into his arms, locked into a hard kiss.

When they finally broke apart she managed to get out, "What are you doing here?"

He smiled again. "Well, I did promise you a surprise. Look, Diane, I knew about your trip here. I decided to surprise you. A friend of mine from school and I had planned to make a trip here, also. I figured I could maybe surprise you and we might spend a little time together." Then he turned to me and said, "I don't mean to spoil your trip or anything, Kristen. I hope it won't."

Before I could answer Diane asked, "Where are you guys staying?"

"We're camped at site 74. Down the road here."

"Is your friend over there, then?" I asked.

"Not right now. He had to run into town for something. You can probably meet him tomorrow." He turned back towards Diane. "You, too, Diane. You've never met him either."

Diane was staring at Kevin and I could see that right then she had no interest in meeting his friend or anyone else. In fact I was sure she was wishing that I had gone into town also. I smiled at her and thought that she would undoubtedly do the same for me and moved over close enough to whisper in her ear, "I'm going for a walk. You can have the tent. I'll be gone at least three hours. Is that enough?"

She smiled and whispered back, "Yes. And thank you, Kristen."

I turned back towards Kevin and said, "I'm going for a long walk down on the beach. I'll probably see you tomorrow."

Kevin grinned at me. I'm sure he knew exactly what was going on. "OK. And Kristen?" I turned back and looked at him. "Thanks." I just smiled and nodded and turned towards the path over to the lakeshore.

It was much darker this night than the previous one, largely because of the cloud cover. There was still enough light to see and I had a small flashlight with me in case I needed it later. I made my way out of the campsite to the shore and noticed that fog had started to form. Not too surprising with the rain and warm air that had moved in. The lake was still quite cool in June and when the moist air met the cold water, fog was the inevitable result.