My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 10a

Soon our domicile is complete and Shawn tosses our stuff in, starting with our memory foam bed.

"I'll be right back. Gotta help Patty. You go ahead, though. Get all domestic." he winks at me.

I do! I get right to work!

I take our sleeping bags out of their coils. Shawn got them in black just for me! They smell like fresh laundry. Awww, Shawn washed them? God, he's amazing!

Then I zip them together like the sales clerk showed us. Wow, this is going to be the comfiest camping bed ever! I lay our zipped up sleeping bags nice and smooth out the surface on our bed and fluff our pillows up at the top and stow away all our clothes and phone chargers and such in easy to access pockets that are sewn in and around so many seams in our tent! The place has so much storage, it's great! Then I zip up the door on the tent and get changed.

Just a t shirt, DEADLIFE from his City of Eternal Rain album. I modified it, cropped it, by cutting off half of it. And then a soft pair of black jersey shorts. Underneath, I've got a new bikini on. One Shawn hasn't seen yet. Something Mom found and bought for me online. It was supposed to come for my birthday, but it was late. She gave it to me a couple of days ago. It's so sexy! I wonder to myself, did Mom see the model in this? She must have? OMG! How am I gonna wear this around Pat!

It was daring. The bottom 1/3 of my butt cheeks are exposed in them. Low rise, cheeky hipster bottoms. Strappy. Lots of little bits of skin visible through all the tight strap material. And the top was tight, strappy also. It went over my shoulders and around my rib cage in a cropped tank top style, hugging my breasts in a comfortingly firm way. Again, lots of skin visible between the straps that clung tightly to my body and didn't seem to want to reveal anything more than they already were. It was super comfy, and I hardly noticed I was wearing it. The top supplied some support. I wonder what Shawn will think when he sees me in it.

Then I emerge from the tent, undoing the 6 plaits that I had slept in last night and coiling my hair up on top of my head with my usual chopsticks.

Shawn catches my bare waist in his hands from behind and lifts me up and places me on his shoulders. I giggle like crazy as he packs me around while he hauls stuff with his buddies.

My baby is feeling so much better. Strong. Virulent. Ready to fuck me into total submission. O God, I'm in trouble!

I know he's showing off. I don't care! I love it!

Eventually, he puts me down on the ground again and asks me to get him and Pat some beers.

Shawn's gotten much less uptight about drinking. It's so nice to see him just relax with a brewski with the guys or glass of wine once a week with my parents and I.

I dash off to fetch my boyfriend and brother their cold ones and return just as quick and see that our camp site is basically complete!

All of us have given each other tons of privacy and room. It's pretty obvious why. We all have partners, lovers. 8 girls, 8 guys. And most of us, except Nate, Nic and Jon, are in brand-new relationships. Summer love. The time when we are all insatiable for each other. There's going to be a lot of sex here over the next couple of days. I wonder if we'll all hear each other...I have a pretty good idea, we might. Even though we've afforded quite a lot of room between tent to tent. I don't think it will matter. Maybe it'll start a competition, what man can make his woman cum more! HAHA!

I already know it would be Shawn. Hands down. That thing he does with his tongue and the come hither motion inside me!? Game over. No woman could resist that! NOT ONE! And then when he is fucking me from behind, and I come, in waves, every 2 minutes until he finally explodes in me? I'd like to see anyone match that. My pile driver boyfriend. My fuck machine.

Wow, I am horny.

"Thanks baby." Shawn takes my beer, cracks it, downs half and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I take his can and have a sip. I think I'm more in the mood for a cooler. It's only 10 am, but who cares! We're camping!

Jess is an angel! She comes up to me with one of those frozen Piña coladapouches, corner cut open, and a straw shoved in it. She hands it to me as I watch our guys do the last of the menial chores.

"You're a lifesaver!" I tell her as I take a big sip.

"No prob." she grins, using Shawn's oft used expression.

We lean against each other and watch our men. Like hungry tigresses waiting to pounce.

Chad comes over to Jess and as he picks her up, she wraps her thighs around his waist, and they share a deep kiss.

"Jessie. I'm gonna pound that pussy so hard..." he tells her.

She giggles, as I nip my lower lip and gaze over at my lover.

Pat and Shawn are finally finished tent building. Our little green alcove is now very much inhabited, as tents dot the forest floor here and there. We had set up the kitchen in a small clearing central to our camp. Shawn was now helping Chris who had brought a giant vestibule tent, fully lined in bug mesh, where our meals will be held. "So we'll have one guaranteed place with no bugs." Chris explained. I think we all thought there would be a lot of mosquitoes and biting flies. So far I haven't seen one.

Shawn locks eyes with me. He comes over and grasps those chopsticks in my hair and drops them to the forest floor. Just like that, all my hair that I had just unbraided comes tumbling down my back in a wild array of deep, rippling waves.

Shawn whistles low.

"Artemis." he whispers. "Diana."

All I can do is sigh as he brings me into his arms. "You look like a true forest dryad now, Feline. In your element I think." he murmurs, fisting handfuls of my hair and stroking it, then looking down into my eyes.

"Shawn..." I don't know what to say as he takes my mouth in a kiss that blows my fucking mind!

And then he steps back and rubs that thumb along my cheek. I melt. Like a pile of chocolate on the roof of a hot muscle car in the middle of summer.

"O gosh. I'm in such trouble tonight." I'm smiling. So hard, my face hurts.

"Goddamn rights, you are." Shawn and that confident, boyish grin of his.

Surfers are champing at the bit to get out into the waves. Reluctantly, us girls kiss all our men adieu and bringing our chairs and towels down to the beach to watch our guys do what they love to do.

Jess is smart and brings a small cooler with a bunch of our girly drinks in them, covered in ice. Shawn helps rub me down, sensually, with SPF before he departs. He doesn't neglect a single inch of me. A promise of things to come.

I've stripped out of my crop top and shorts. The girls make me feel brave with all their skimpy little bikinis and not a care in the world. I keep my cover-up close. In case I start to get pink.

Everyone is working on their tan. And I'm posted up like the Queen, Wednesday Fucking Addams, in one of the comfy gravity loungers Pat took from our back deck at home. There's a bloody looking strawberry daiquiri in my hand, in the traditional glass, sugared rim even, courtesy of Jess. Huge brimmed, black straw hat, giant, oversize, black Audrey Hepburn style shades. The frames are carved out bat wings. Badass, strappy black bikini showing more skin than I've ever shown anyone other than my love. And the prerequisite, Wednesday braids.

Shawn found a giant black beach umbrella in some store in Cayucos on Thursday, and Jess has it positioned to perfectly cast its shadow across me. I'm fully protected from the sun and still able to enjoy myself out on the beach with my friends. It's wonderful!

I stretch, taking a sip of my delicious drink and recline, feeling terribly decadent as Love Bites by Def Leppard blasts out of Jess's Bluetooth speaker from my 'Beach' playlist in between us.

She's tanning her back, and completely removes her bikini top. I've never seen another girls' breasts up close before and feel my cheeks are burning as I glance over at my friend when she's removing her clothing and accidentally get an eyeful.

'Wow. Chad must love playing with those!' I think to myself as Jess makes no move to cover herself or lay back down, so they aren't in view.

My new friend has amazing breasts! They were big. Probably a DD cup. You could tell how firm they were just by glancing. Dark pink nipples on top of golden, tan skin. She had the kind of nipples that were like pencil eraser ends! While mine were pale pink and puffy. Shawn called them strawberry marshmallows when they got hard. Like the candy.

"Tan lines." Jess explains. "I fucking hate them. Ruins a good thing, you know?" she smiles at me, not caring at all about being seen topless. A breeze suddenly blows across the group of us and her nipples turn into hard points. And I find myself feeling rather curious. I look away. That's weird. I don't know how to feel about that.

"I wouldn't know." I say, finally, remembering we were having a conversation.

We share a laugh.

"Right! Elvira, Mistress of the Dark!" Jess giggles.

"If only I were THAT cool!" I sigh.

"You're cooler." Jess is looking up at me now, perfect tan body glistening in the sun, her hand is under her chin, and she takes a sip of her frozen wine cooler from one of those twirly straws.

"SHUDDUP!" I laugh.

"No, for real Feline. You're probably the coolest chick I've ever met." Jess is touching my arm and her eyes are so sincere.

I don't know what to say as I watch the guys on the ocean, in their element, pulling out the most insane tricks. Screaming and laughing and congratulating each other. They're having a blast.

"Thanks Jess." I tell her, taking my shades off. "I've never had a friend that's a girl before."

"I know." she nods. "Chad told me."

How to tell Jess that I think she's the most lit/fire/cool/rad/fun girl I've ever met and that she's my first IRL friend that isn't my brother's friend, and have that not sound weird and awkward? I'll file that away. Think about that one later.

Angie drags her beach towel over and sets up on the other side of me, enough so that she can still get some sun as my Umbrella's shadow looms ominously across my body.

"Do you think..." she trails off. I understand her so much! I wait patiently for her to speak up. "Do you think it would be ok if I stick close to you and Jess tonight? I don't really know anyone else."

"YA! Of course!" I tell her, lowering my sunglasses, so she can see I'm serious. "I'd love that." I tell Angie, nodding. Really wanting her to feel included. I've read about what happens with people on mushrooms if they feel excluded from the group. No way that's gonna happen on my watch!

"Ya Ang! Stay with Feline, Kel, Lisa and I. I think by tomorrow though we'll all have made even more friends." Jess jerks her head to the group of 5 girls now splashing each other in the ocean as Jessie, Angie and I sit and talk. "Even Kelly is in there!" Jess muses.

Kelly was the eldest of Jess' family. People that didn't know her thought of her as stand-offish. Maybe even a snob. In truth, she was just a really focussed, really driven person. She had a lot of responsibilities, being the eldest child of 5. She was 23 and had been all over the world. She was a working model and her schedule was crazy. She actually canceled walking the runway in a collection with some really huge brand like Tom Ford, so she could be out here this weekend with us. She must really like Benny.

They've been out there surfing for hours and I feel like I need to eat something more substantial. Angie comes with me, and we decide to surprise everyone by making lunch together. Jess chases after us, tying on her bikini top as she catches up.

At the camp site, I assess what we have in the piles of coolers. The rules are, if you don't want to share it, it better be in your tent. So everything was up for grabs.

We have several bags of frozen chicken breast. Jess knows her way around hibachi grills, so I assign her the grill maiden task. She starts up 4, and we get down to business.

I marinate the chicken breasts, quickly thawing, in lime juice, chili powder and season salt.

Then Angie gets the giant pot that Jon packed and starts filling it with rice and water, using a coffee cup as the same measurements for each. She makes too much rice, but better too much than too little.

Jess starts to get the buns buttered as the chicken grills on 3 BBQ's, and I'm working on the fresh peas. Shucking them out of their pods as quick as I can. I'm so glad everyone brought so many little cook stoves and BBQ's because we are using them all as I get 2 more going, and we make enough lunch for 16 people.

Giant piles of chicken breasts are cooked and waiting under tin foiled platters on our tables. So much rice you could feed a small country and an ice cream bucket of tiny, steaming peas with butter melting all over them. I even whipped up a simple spinach and grape tomato salad with raspberry vinaigrette on the side. Kaiser buns, buttered generously, adorn the last platter.

Jess gives the thumbs up to one of her sisters still down on the shoreline, and all the girls start yelling to the guys that lunch is ready.

Surfers start coming in from the ocean, trailing rivers of water all the way up to our little camp site.

Shawn grabs my butt and I squeal! His hand is cold and wet, and I've been in the nice, warm sun all morning!

"You're a jerk!" I laugh into his smiling eyes.

"You like it." he tells me.

"Ok. Mayyybe." I tell him as he kisses me.

We all manage to fit, seated around 3 foldable picnic tables. All 16 of us.

Shawn's leg is pressed against mine, and I slide my thigh over on top of his and dangle it there as I eat my lunch. He strokes my skin and takes another bite of chicken breast, savoring both with a small moan.

Jess pushes another frozen drink towards me. I make sure to pay attention and watch myself. That's 3 drinks in 3 and a half hours. I don't want to get tipsy and spoil myself for tonight. This will be my last one til dinner, and I drink it slow.

Everyone is excited about our mushroom trip, and the table is engrossed in nothing but the topic.

I can't wait!

After lunch, we all have a small siesta in our tents. The guys are going to get more surfing in afterwards, while us girls make the steak dinner of what dreams are made of. I already know how I'm going to do all the baked potatoes. In tin foil. In the coals of the fire, I am going to get my brother and his friends to build me before they head out into the soup again.

Shawn cuddles me as big spoon on our giant, exceptionally comfy memory foam bed. He left our zipper door open and a soft breeze is blowing through. It's lovely.

"Did I mention the bikini?" Shawn jokes.

"Yes, Shawn, like 4 times now." I giggle. "But you can tell me again. I don't mind." I reach up behind me and touch his face, softly.

"The bikini is out of this world hot. You look like a ninja assassin in that thing! Couple straps around your arms and legs, call you Psylocke." Shawn strokes my bikini bottom, clinging to my lower belly, admiring all the pieces that interconnect and branch off yet somehow stay all in the same space and don't move on my body. Even I find that pretty great.

"Gorgeous. So gorgeous." he whispers to me, and then he's burying his face in the back of my neck, and he drifts off before I do this time!

Shawn smells absolutely incredible. Like salt water and sunshine. His legs are tucked up right behind mine. His whole body curves around me in our little nest, and I sigh to myself just how blessed I am. He's warm and comforting with his big arm over me, protectively.

I can't wait to do mushrooms with him tonight! And hopefully weed too. I saw Jess hold up her big bag earlier, telling everyone if they wanted any, they were welcome to it and where to find it.

I want to have sex while we're still high! At some point I hope Shawn will want to be alone with me and I pray we'll be able to make love on psychedelics, and we'll have what Aunt Lacey called psychedelic sexual euphoria.

I fall asleep eventually, and I don't wake up til much later.

I come into awareness slowly, opening my eyes to see the sun has started its descent. I sit up and see Shawn had covered me with the blanket from his house and left my crop top and shorts, folded, beside me. Why is he so sweet?

Jess pokes her head into my tent as I'm pulling on my shorts over my bikini.

"Hiya, sleepy head!" she smiles. "You ready to eat? Everything's almost ready!"

"O no! I slept too long!" I moan, getting up out of my comfy nest, no Shawn to be seen.

"He's still surfing." Jess jerks her head over to the ocean. "All of them are. Get up! Come see who I commandeered aka suckered into helping me!"

"I'm so sorry, Jess." I sigh, tugging my top on.

"For what?" she turns and takes my hand as I exit my tent.

"I was supposed to help! This was my idea, after all!" I follow her over to our little food clearing. ALL the girls are helping. Busy little worker bees. And everything is clean and orderly to boot.

"I told them you run a tight ship. And the decks better be swabbed when the Captain rolls out of bed." Jess says, nodding over at her handiwork.

I laugh, really hard. And pull her in for a hug.

"I fed you too much booze. My fault. Sorry Feline. I forget, you aren't used to it." Jess hugs me back.

"No, I really wasn't drunk!" I tell my new friend.

"I know you weren't, Hun. But you were in the sun all day, and you aren't exactly cut out for that either, and I started you out with a freakin' Piña colada. That was bad of me. I knew you'd be good to go tonight if you had a long nap. And I want to be with my friend!" she kisses my cheek as she says this and takes my hand again and leads me over to all our girlfriends, just finishing up the steaks.

The first of our guys starts showing up, burying their boards in the last of the sand below our camp site. Grabbing their girls and making them squeal with how wet their men are.

When Shawn comes for me, I brace myself for the freezing. It's shocking how chilly he is as he picks me up against him and kisses me. Really kisses me. Only briefly. But it's enough. Instant sexual arousal threatens to flood my bikini bottoms.

16 people eating together, you would think would be loud and terrible. It wasn't. We're all respectful of each other, waiting for the first one to finish before we interject or comment or say our piece. The guys are a little more boisterous with one another, but not so with us, the girls.

Each one of us is feeling the electricity of the evening amp up. I pour everyone more of my Mom and Dad's wine as we enjoy a huge Greek salad, chopped fresh, prawns and steaks, done to absolute perfection by our ladies and corn on the cob, shucked not an hour ago. The baked potatoes Jess did just like how I described to her, I wanted to do them. And most of us opted for sour cream and minced chives for toppings. She takes direction well, and she's a fantastic cook. Janet's going to be on maternity leave soon. Paul's going to need to hire another full time staff member at Luna's. The part-timer was headed back to school soon. I know Jess needs a job. I file that thought away for later, too. Working with my friend would be so fun!

Shawn's beside me, and he's feeding me prawns dipped in garlic butter. I'm enjoying this way too much.

All of us are growing in excitement by the minute as the food on our plates grows smaller and smaller until most of us push back from the table and need a little walk off after that impeccable meal.

Shawn feels impossibly ripped under my hands. Every muscle worked to perfection for hours today. All day! I'm beginning to understand what he means when he says that a good workout makes you even more solid. I look up at my boyfriend, and he glances down at me and squeezes my thigh, listening to Jon tell a story about a funny mushroom trip he and Pat went on when they were 15, and they walked around all night and kept walking right by Jon's home because they were tripping out so much they didn't believe they were on the right street.