Summer Surprise Pt. 01

"What do you have in mind? I'm listening."

"Matt said you'd be willing to share a tent with me if I was uncomfortable sharing one with him. Is that right?"

"Yeah, although we were hoping it wouldn't come down to it."

"Great. Don't worry, you won't have to share a tent with me all night. Here's what I was thinking. We spend the afternoon tantalizing them and then when it's time to go to bed, I'll stand up, kiss you properly, and then lead you into a tent. We'll make all kinds of noise and talk dirty like we're having sex. That should make them both batshit crazy with lust, and guarantee they'll get hard as ten penny nails. After fifteen or twenty minutes, we'll exit the tent with shit-eating grins and let them in on the joke; though, there's a caveat I should warn you about. I can't have sex with Matt, so to ensure fairness if we do this, you can't have sex with Marty. Either they both suffer or neither of them do because we choose not to do this. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think I can agree to that. I like that Marty thinks I'm hot enough to show off, but I'm not entirely happy that he'd willingly parade my naked body in front of his friends."

"Okay. Game on. What time do you want to do this?"

"Around 9:30, since that's when we usually rack out."

"Don't be surprised when I kiss you. Don't want to clue them in."

"Sure. Let's do it."

Setting the plan in motion, they returned to shore and joined the men. Both of them seductively rubbed sunscreen on their men's backs. Afterwards, they loosened their bra ties, lay down, and asked the men to return the favor. Matt massaged Dianne as he spread lotion on her back, and she felt herself melting under his expert touch. For the first time, she found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to have sex with Matt. She imagined his tall, handsome, well built body over her as he made love to her, and started to get wet thinking about it. Her arousal made her feel a little guilty, like she was somehow cheating on Robert by thinking about sex with another man, which made made it crystal clear that she wasn't quite ready to go that far yet.

"What's your major again?" Dianne asked as he kneaded the knots in her shoulders and neck left over from paddling the canoe.

"Physical Therapy and Sports Rehab."

"No wonder you're so good at this," Dianne murmured.

When he was done, she refastened her top before turning over. Yolanda followed her lead despite Marty's pleas.

"Looking good, Yolanda," Dianne said, figuring it was time to really start priming the pump. "Good enough to eat. That bikini looks great on you."

Yolanda was no dummy. She caught on right away. "So do you, Rogers. So do you."

The two men looked at each other. Marty grinned hopefully, Matt shook his head no. He didn't believe it.

Dianne snickered to herself. This would be so fun.

Around 5:00, they headed back to their campsite. Marty placed rocks around the fire pit, started a fire, and put a mesh grill over the top. Matt immediately stuck four baked potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil on the grill. He let the potatoes cook for half an hour before adding the well-seasoned steaks. The corn on the cob soon followed; wrapped in its own husk. Lastly, he put two hobo packets on the grill for Yolanda and Marty, containing: salmon, butter, lemon juice, onions, mild red peppers, and a dash of Old Bay seasoning.

"How do you want your steak, Dianne?"

"Medium for me please."

"A gal after my own taste," Matt said. "Makes it easy. Everything should get done at once."

Sure enough, when Matt took everything off the flames, it was cooked to perfection. He unwrapped the potatoes, slathered on some butter, and seasoned them with salt and pepper. The steaks didn't need anything.

"What did you do to this steak, Matt? This is perfect. It doesn't even need salt," commented Dianne.

"I use Chicago Steak rub. It's got salt, pepper and garlic in it. I rub it in and let it sit on the meat all day, almost like a marinade. There are a couple other rubs I use on occasion, but that's the main one. How's the salmon, guys?"

"Perfecto," Marty said, he kissed his fingertips and then exploded them off his lips.

"Do I look like a guy?" Yolanda said.

Dianne saw another opportunity to stoke the fires. "Not to me, honey. Not to me."

"Thank you. Please tell your boyfriend I'm a girl."

"Yolanda is a girl, Matt. I would think those gorgeous breasts gave it away."

"Do I have gorgeous breasts?" Yolanda said, catching on again.

"They look damn near perfect to me," Dianne replied.

"Wait a minute - am I your boyfriend?" Matt asked.

"Until something better comes along; I guess you are."

Dinner was a leisurely affair, accompanied by amicable chatting, and followed by a few hours of lounging around the fire, telling funny stories, and laughing their asses off. Finally, Matt began tidying up the campsite, while everyone else did the dishes. They saved the dishwater until all four of them got the chance to wash their hands in it after using the latrine. The dinner scraps were tossed into the latrine and covered in dirt.

Dianne looked at her watch. "Damn, it's getting late. Sorry, Matt, I thought about it, but I don't think I'm ready to share a tent with you yet. Yolanda, I guess it's you and me. Which tent is ours, boys?"

"Mine, I guess," Marty said. "Are you sure?"

"Sharing a two man tent seems too personal this early in the relationship. I just gave him his first kiss on the lips a week ago. Sorry. Need a hand up, Yolanda?"

"Thanks."

Dianne pulled her onto her feet and right into a kiss which they held for fifteen or twenty seconds. Marty stopped breathing. They disappeared into the tent, zipping it up.

Dianne said, "Can I help you with your suit, Yolanda? Might as well get comfy."

"As long as I can help you with yours," Yolanda said. She kissed her arm. "I love your tits. Those nipples are perfect. I can't believe how hard they are."

Marty said, "Fuck, they're doing it. They're fucking doing it."

"Have you ever licked pussy, Yolanda?" Dianne asked before kissing her arms.

"Never. I suppose there's a first time for everything. Have you?"

"Nope, but I bet yours is tasty." They were both kissing hands and arms now, oohing and aahing. "You're so wet, Yolanda. Are you excited?" Dianne sucked on her finger.

"So excited. Are you going to make me cum?"

"I want to. I want you to cum on my tongue."

"You can't have sex in there," Marty shouted.

"Why not, Marty? You said you'd have no problem with Dianne and I touching one another," Yolanda said.

"Besides, you boys are free to fuck each other if you're desperate," Dianne said. "Although two cocks won't be anywhere near as soft and wet as Yolanda is right now."

Dianne sucked on her finger again, pulling it out of her mouth with a moist pop.

Yolanda moaned. "But I was supposed to watch," Marty said, "not listen outside the tent while you're having sex."

"Honey," Yolanda said, "if you watched, we'd have to let Matt watch, and if Matt watches he gets to touch. I told you I'm only showing this bodacious bod off to the people who touch me. That's you, and now Dianne. You don't want Matt touching me do you?"

More kissing and moans followed. Marty paced outside the tent, as Matt sat by the fire, grinning. He figured what Dianne said earlier was the truth. If Dianne wasn't willing to have sex with Chloe, then she wasn't going to be willing to have sex with Yolanda either, but they were doing a damn fine job of pretending they were. It sounded so real. His cock was becoming erect despite knowing it was a load of bull.

"Fuck it," Marty said. "You want to watch, Matt, go ahead?"

Marty opened the zipper and saw the two girls sitting down fully dressed, kissing their own arms, and wearing huge shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Damn! You bitches!"

Yolanda crawled out of the tent. "Marty Hanson, you fucking pervert. You sure are eager to have your almost fiancée touching other people. Maybe I should sleep with Matt and Dianne since you're so fucking eager to share."

"I don't really want you touching Matt. I just think it would be hot watching you with another woman."

"Fine, you make out with Matt and I'll make out with Dianne."

"I'm not gay!"

"I'm not a lesbian. If you want me to make out with a woman, you should make out with a man."

"She's got you there, buddy," Matt said. "You are asking her to go against her nature. It's only fair."

"Are you volunteering?"

"No. Just saying it's fair. I wasn't pushing Dianne to have sex with Yolanda, because the thought of her actually doing it kinda scares me. I've already found one girlfriend making out with another girl, and I certainly don't need a second one to do the same. Didn't work out so well for me the first time. Besides, think about how you would feel if Yolanda found out she liked lesbian sex more than sex with you."

"That's a very mature attitude, Matt," Yolanda said. "You deserve a kiss for that."

Yolanda sat down on Matt's lap and gave him a somewhat lengthy kiss, not as long as the one Dianne gave her, but nice. Matt kissed her back.

"How much have you kissed this boy, Dianne?" Yolanda said.

"Just one brief kiss on the lips last Saturday," Dianne said.

"You should kiss him some more. This boy has serious skills. Now, Marty. I see you got yourself a hard-on thinking Dianne and I were having sex. That toy is going unrewarded tonight. I'm displeased about three things: you encouraging me to have sex with Matt's girlfriend, you deciding he could watch, and you essentially giving him permission to touch me. He got a nice kiss because he wasn't acting like some horn dog pervert, but you son, are going to do without tonight."

"Yolanda," he whined.

"Don't Yolanda me. Matt asked us not to scare Dianne away because he likes this girl, and then you go act all weird and crazy. You don't deserve this tonight, mister." She waved her hand up and down her bikini clad body. "No sugar, no candy, until you mend your ways. That woman is a keeper, and you shouldn't be trying to scare her off. Apologize to Matt."

"I'm sorry, Matt. Yolanda's right. I've acted like a jackass tonight."

Matt laughed. "You certainly did."

"How come you weren't hot to see them have sex?"

"I knew it was all a put on. She told us earlier that she wasn't having sex with Chloe, so she certainly wouldn't with any other woman. Chloe can sniff out a lesbian from a mile away, so if there was lezzie bone in Dianne's body she'd have already claimed her."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Because it was too damn funny to watch."

Marty grinned. "It was pretty funny."

"That why you called us bitches, Bubba?" Yolanda said.

"Not so funny when you sprung it on me, but funny now."

"Good night for real, Yolanda," Dianne said. "Hope you don't get blue balls, Marty. That would be painful."

Dianne ducked into Matt's tent and Matt followed her in.

"Can I get a couple minutes, Matt? I want to slip into some pj's."

"Sure, sorry. Let me know when you're ready."

He ducked back out and Dianne took off her shirt, shorts and swimsuit and put on soft cotton jammies. If she had to get up in the middle of the night, at least she'd be covered.

She told Matt he could come in and she turned away and closed her eyes until he said he was ready. She turned over and he was lying on his back in his sleeping bag. There was a rather sizable lump in the bag at groin level.

"You may have known it was a put on, but I couldn't help but notice that you were excited too. Still are," Dianne pointed out.

Matt laughed. "Yeah, knowing it was a joke didn't keep my imagination from running wild. It will disappear shortly without any further stimulation."

"You ready to turn out the light?" Dianne asked.

"Yeah." Matt turned off the electric lantern.

Four minutes later, they heard Yolanda and Marty having sex.

"Yolanda," Dianne shouted, "you promised."

"I couldn't help it, Dianne," Yolanda panted. "I was as excited by our joke as he was, and then he sealed the deal by looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that I can't resist."

"Fuck!" Dianne whispered. "We made a mistake."

"By coming on the camping trip?"

"No, by pitching our tent too close to theirs. I feel horrible."

"What's wrong?" Matt said.

"Yolanda promised not to have sex with him. I didn't think it was fair if Marty got relief after our little escapade if you couldn't. Now, I feel guilty for pulling this joke on you."

"Don't worry about it."

"Are you saying it's going away by itself?"

"Not while they're going at it like rabbits next door. My imagination is working overtime."

"I'm sorry. Why don't you take care of it?"

"Take care of it how?"

"Masturbate. I'll turn my back to you and give you as much privacy as I can."

"Are you serious? I'll get cum all over my sleeping bag."

"Yes, I'm serious." Dianne turned to face the side of the tent. "Here, take my shirt. Use it to catch it, you know. I'm wearing a clean one tomorrow." She stuck her arm behind her until Matt took the shirt.

Dianne could tell when Matt started stroking himself, despite the couple fucking in the tent beside them. It wasn't loud, but the rustling of the cloth and the slapping sounds of skin on skin were unmistakably. She heard his breathing speed up and couldn't stop herself from imagining him stroking his hand over the large lump she'd seen. She felt herself liquefying in response to the erotic sounds he was making, further intensified by the sounds of the sex coming from next door, Marty's grunts and Yolanda's moans. One of her hands slid down into her pajamas bottoms to feel how wet she was, while her other hand lazily made its way under her top to gently tweak a nipple. She reveled in the sensuous feel of her fingers sliding through her slit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.

Matt moaned softly as he orgasmed. She imagined the pulsing of his cock, the hot, white fluid spurting from the tip as his cock twitched. She had to choke back her own moan as she climaxed shortly thereafter, shivering silently as the waves of pleasure careened through her. She could smell it, the scent of their arousal, heavy in the close confines of the tent.

"I'm done," Matt whispered.

Dianne didn't respond, tiny aftershocks still pinging through her system. She closed her eyes.

******

It started raining and thundering around midnight. Dianne moved a little closer to Matt's sleeping bag.

"Body heat," she explained before he thought it was something more.

When Dianne woke up, her left arm was thrown over Matt and he was watching her. It wasn't raining; in fact, the sun looked to be up.

"Good morning," Matt said, seeing her eyes open.

Dianne drew her arm back. "Good morning to you."

"Ready to have some breakfast?"

"After I use the latrine."

He pointed to the entrance. "After you."

Dianne stood up, unzipped the tent door, and crawled out. Surprise, surprise, all was silent. Yolanda and Marty weren't fucking in the tent next door, nor were they up and about. She supposed it shouldn't surprise her, since they'd been up half the night. After retrieving her flip flops, she put them on and meandered over to the latrine. She quickly took care of her morning needs, finished up with a quick wipe, and back she went.

When she got to the other side of the camp, Matt had the fire going again. He had a coffee pot and a large cooking pot, filled with water for washing dishes, heating on the edge of the fire. Dianne washed her hands in the cold water they'd set aside, last night, to add to the boiling dishwater.

"Is that coffee?"

"It's whatever you want. I have instant coffee or tea bags."

"Since it's instant, I'll have tea. I don't need much caffeine to wake up this morning."

"You might want to let it get a little hotter before pouring it," Matt said. "How many eggs?"

"You'd think after the steak last night, I wouldn't want much this morning, but I'm starving. Can I have three, over easy?"

"I'm unsure about the over easy part. I don't know how they'll flip in the cast iron skillet, but three is no problem. I brought a dozen."

Matt started placing bacon into the skillet before sticking the skillet on the fire. Soon the smell of frying bacon permeated the camp. Yolanda popped out of their tent with nothing but an oversized shirt on, hustling over to the latrine. Marty stuck his head out, sniffing loudly.

"Is that bacon cooking?" Marty asked.

"Yeah, but not yours."

"Buddy! Good buddy. Friend."

"Buddy me all you want, but you kept me up all night, listening to you two fuck like bunnies, so there's no way I'm sharing my bacon unless you make some more after I'm done with the eggs."

"Deal. Muchas grassy ass. I'll be out as soon as I put something on." Marty ducked back in the tent.

Marty was back two minutes later with a fresh shirt and yesterday's shorts on. He quickly washed up and snatched a piece of drying bacon, off the doubled up paper towels, resting on the paper plate Matt was holding.

"God, I'm hungry. Yolanda was insatiable last night."

Yolanda was coming back to camp. "I was insatiable! You're the one that woke me up twice while I was trying to go to sleep. I should threaten to cut you off more frequently."

Marty grinned. "I think it's the fresh air, baby. You know I can't get enough of you when we go camping."

"Do you mean to tell me they're like this every time they go camping?" Dianne asked.

"Pretty much," Matt said.

"You should have warned me."

"Sorry. Consider yourself warned if we go camping again."

Dianne laughed. Marty grabbed another piece of bacon and Yolanda did too. Dianne grabbed a slice and so did Matt. After pouring the bacon grease into their makeshift latrine, Matt put six eggs in the frying pan. He turned them over at the appropriate time.

"Sorry, but I broke three yokes. Any problem if I keep one of the unbroken ones myself?"

"That's fair. You're cooking them."

Matt dished up their bacon and eggs. "Three clucks and some grunts," Matt said, handing Dianne her plate. "The pan's yours, Marty. You owe us bacon, good buddy. Don't think I didn't see you snatch that last piece."

"Hey, it's what friends are for - to keep you on your toes."

"Three clucks and some grunts?" Dianne asked.

"Diner lingo for three eggs and bacon. Learned it from my mom who used to waitress in one."

"Do you know any more?"

"I've forgotten most of it. The only other ones I remember are: 'give me a cow and walk it through the garden', 'cow on the hoof', and 'cow charcoal.' That's pretty much it."

"What do those mean?"

"A burger with lettuce, onion and tomato is 'a cow walking through the garden', rare beef is 'cow on the hoof', and well done beef is 'cow charcoal'. Oh yeah, I remember another one. A 'grunt dressed up' is a BLT."

"That's cute."

"I'm a fountain of cute."

Marty finished up the bacon and put two strips on Dianne's plate, and two on Matt's.

"Never let it be said I don't pay my debts," Marty said.

"Since you're the last one up, you get to do the dishes, Marty. Dianne, would you like to go swimming again?"

"Sounds like fun."

"What about you two?" Matt asked.

"Marty still has some apologizing to do for last night," Yolanda replied, putting an arm around her sweetie.

"See. Insatiable," Marty laughed.

Yolanda gave him a playful punch.

As Dianne changed into her swimsuit, she noted that it seemed warmer today than yesterday, so she decided to forgo her shorts and shirt. After rejoining the others, she waited for Matt to change, then they both set off. Dianne was startled when Matt launched the canoe in the opposite direction of the beach they had gone to yesterday

"Aren't we going to the beach?" she asked.