Summertime Lust

As the others slowly yawned and stumbled towards their respective tents David remained on his log, staring at Allison through the curling smoking.

"Fuck off David," she sighed irritably, "it's not going to happen."

"You lost the bet," David replied, a serpentine grin creeping across his face.

"I don't care, you're not sleeping in my tent."

Allison knew that David wouldn't relent, and the rest of the group wouldn't be any help either, generally they all put a lot of stock in sticking to ones promises and they'd all heard Allison make the challenge and accept David's wager. If he'd lost they'd expect him to back off and keep his dick to himself for the rest of the week, but he'd won and had every right to expect his night in Allison's tent. With her, he'd been very clear about that, she had to spend the night in the tent with him, previously he'd been tripped by failing to spot that obvious loophole. From the time they went to bed until dawn, she had to stay in the tent with him, nothing more was expected (although David had certainly implied it,) and Allison was damn sure that nothing else would happen.

She gazed back at his leer, wondering how to back out of her commitment.

"It's about bed time," David said looking at his watch and going to stand up.

"Not yet it's not," Allison replied, "how about another beer?"

She figured that if she had to spend the night sharing the same small canvas tent with him, she'd get herself drunk enough to not mind and hopefully get him drunk enough to pass-out as soon as his head hit the ground.

"I'll sit up with you," Blake said, disappearing to the crate of beer in the shadows.

He handed one to Allison on his right before circling the fire and offering one to David.

"I bet I can down it faster than you can," Blake said, turning away to return to his seat, well aware that behind him David's eyes had flared at the challenge.

"You're on!" David said excitedly.

He followed his friend around the flames and pulled a log across to sit before Allison and Blake with his back to the fire.

"You play too," David said to Allison, "I can beat both of you."

Allison looked sideways at Blake, hoping for his sense of dignity to prevail.

"Yeah, come on Allison, you play too," Blake said slowly and deliberately, his eyes widening at her as he tried to convey his meaning.

Allison sighed and agreed, certain that Blake would know what he was doing. With a huge grin David flipped the lid off his bottle and passed the opener across to Allison. All three bottles open the trio held them up to their lips.

"Ready?" Blake said.

"Born ready," David replied.

"Ready Allison?" Blake asked.

"I suppose so," Allison sighed.

"OK. Go!" Blake said.

He tipped his bottle back, watching David do the same, more beer pouring over his cheeks and chin than in to his mouth.

"Done!" David gasped throwing his bottle over his shoulder in to the fire.

Blake lowered his half-full bottle and congratulated David.

"I nearly 'ad you," he said with a smile.

"Fucking miles off," David replied, "not a chance. Look, even Allison has less left than you." David pointed to the inch of beer left in Allison's bottle as she rested it on her knee. "Pitiful. Both of you. Let's go again."

David jumped up and went to fetch more beer. Blake held out his bottle to show Allison its contents, giving her a wink and stifling a laugh as David tripped.

"Isa get you tis time," he slurred as David pressed a bottle in to his hand.

"Allison? Again?" David asked offering her a bottle.

"I think we need to give you a handicap," Allison said as she took the bottle, "if you think you're good enough."

"Like what?" David asked, missing his seat on the first try.

"Well how about you down two bottles in the time it takes us to down one"

"No, uh-uh, nope," David shook his head.

"Huh, if you don't think you're man enough," Allison replied looking away.

"I'm man enough," David answered, "I can do that, I can out-drink you pussies."

He jumped up and stumbled his way back to the crate.

"That's brilliant," Blake whispered, "you're a genius."

"So they say," Allison replied with a grin, tipping the last inch of beer in to the grass.

David returned, opened both his bottles and waited for the others to be ready.

"Ready?" Blake asked again. "Go!"

David splashed the first bottle in the general direction of his mouth and lifted the second, seemingly taking forever to down it and forcing Blake and Allison to prolong the pretence of drinking.

"I win again, fuck yeah!" David shouted, jumping up and throwing his bottle down.

"Shut up you drunk twat." The voice was Henry's and came from the line of dark tents a few meters away.

"These guys can't drink for shit," David shouted back.

"Shut up David, some of us are trying to sleep," that was Melissa.

"David, David," Allison said reaching up and taking David's wrist to pull him back down. "David, it'd be awesome if you were a bit quieter, I'd really like that."

"Oh, right. Sorry Allison," David said, dropping back on to his log.

"OK, one more try?" Allison asked, "let's see who is the bigger man, David or Blake."

She reached back and got three more bottles, handing two to David and letting her hand hold on to the third a little longer as she passed it to Blake.

"OK, three, two, one, go!" she said, watching David make a concerted effort to get as much beer as possible in his mouth.

Beside her Blake tipped the bottle back and took a sip before closing his mouth and making gulping noises.

"Well done David," Melissa cheered quietly as he dropped his second bottle.

David jumped up and tried to silently throw his fist in the air, off-balancing himself and sending him down in the trodden earth between the logs.

"Up you get buddy," Blake said taking David's arm and hoisting him up to his feet.

"It's bed time now David," Melissa said.

"Imma sleep in your tent," David grinned.

Allison looked over the top of David's head and rolled her eyes at Blake.

"Don't you want to sleep in your own bed?" she asked.

"Ha, nice'n, come on gorgeous, take me to your boo-badoo-wire," David tried to spin around in front of Allison and fell again.

"My what?" Allison asked Blake as she helped him pull David back to his feet.

"Boudoir," Blake translated.

"Oh. Nice," Allison said.

"It was worth a try I suppose, but it looks like you're stuck with him for the night," Blake sighed as he pushed David through the open tent flap and face-first on to the solitary bed roll.

"No one, ever getsa thing over ona me, y'know the whatsit thing," David said rolling over on to his back.

"Quite," Allison replied kneeling in the grass outside her tent.

"You want to use my roll and blanket?" Blake asked, pointing his thumb at David pulling Allison's bedding up around himself.

"What will you sleep on?" Allison asked.

"Don't worry about me," Blake replied as he disappeared to his own tent.

He returned a few moments later and passed the bundle to Allison as she knelt inside her tent.

"Thanks," she said quietly, then looking back at David she sighed. "Blake, can you do something for me?"

"Anything," Blake replied.

"Can you, um, can you sleep in here too? I don't think he's capable of much in his present state but you never know with David do you? Also, at some point he's going to wake up."

She smiled weakly up at her oldest friend.

Blake looked down at Allison, her hopeful grin, her hands clutched between her bare thighs and her cleavage disappearing in to her tanktop. He'd known her for ten years, he'd always been there for her, it'd been him that'd pummelled the boy who teased her about being a tomboy at secondary school, he'd picked her up and taken her home when dates had gone bad, and now, in a few brief summer months she'd be away to university, out of reach and unprotected. Blake didn't doubt that she could look after herself, but he'd still worry.

"You want me to?" he asked.

Allison nodded and shuffled backwards.

"Let me close my tent then," Blake hissed and stepped away in to the darkness.

A moment later he was back, holding his torch and pillow. He dropped to his knees and crawled in to Allison's tent, finding her spreading out his bed roll as far as possible from the softly snoring form of David.

"How d'you want to do this then?" Blake asked as he pulled the zip down.

"Could you lay in the middle?" Allison hissed.

"Sure thing," Blake replied.

"Your blanket looks big enough for both of us as long as you don't mind sharing," Allison said as she unfolded it.

"It's not exactly the first time we've had to share a bed," Blake pointed out.

He pulled his tee-shirt off over his head and tossed it towards his feet.

"You can't sleep in your jeans," Allison laughed, "take them off, I promise I won't look."

Blake pulled down his jeans and kicked them off his feet, finally laying down in just his boxer shorts.

"David isn't looking is he?" Allison hissed, as she turned away and hooked her thumbs in to her tanktop.

Blake looked over his shoulder, David was flat on his back making a noise like a drain.

"Fast asleep," Blake replied.

Allison pulled her tanktop off over her head before reaching back and unfastening her bra. Blake watched her bare shoulders move as she pulled the underwear down her arms and discarded it, then reach for her tanktop and pull it back on before turning back to face him again.

"Right, ready for bed," she sighed with a smile.

Folding her glasses shut she placed them carefully in their case and left it in the corner of the tent above her head. She lay down on her back and looked up at Blake as he leaned on one elbow, his bare chest stretched out as he reached up and fixed his torch to the loop hanging from the middle of the frame. As she watched he turned off the torch and plunged the tent in to darkness. Feeling him lay back down once more she shifted a little to her left.

"Shit!" she muttered.

"What is it?" Blake asked.

"I forgot to take my shorts off," Allison replied with a sigh. "Crap, I'll take them off now, one second."

Blake felt Allison move around beside him, her upper body raising up temporarily and the sound of the small bundle of cloth being chucked in the general direction of the tent flap.

"That's better," she said at last as she lay back down.

Blake felt her bare leg touch his and her foot graze up his shin.

"Have you got enough blanket?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you," Allison replied, "I'm still a little cold though, could you lay a little closer?"

Blake gulped and shifted half and inch closer to his friend.

In the darkness Allison sighed and edged her body closer to Blake's, taking his left hand in hers and rolling over with her back against his chest.

"That's better," she murmured, "there's no reason to be embarrassed about spooning," she hissed as she pulled Blake's forearm up against her chest. "It'll keep us both warm. You need to relax Blake."

Blake muttered his response, hoping she'd assume he was falling asleep when sleep was the last thing on his mind. Finding his body pressed against Allison's was bad enough but the skimpy underwear she had on barely covered her buttocks and the thin material of his boxer shorts was the only thing between his rapidly swelling member and her firm little arse.

Allison felt the growing mass press between her cheeks, smiling to herself as she gently teased her lips through her damp panties, the real reason she'd conveniently forgotten to remove her shorts before lights out. She knew she couldn't go through with what she wanted to, the most she'd get to do is grind a couple of digits against her swollen lips and clit in the dead of night, hoping to god that Blake was asleep while she fantasised about him pounding her with his unimaginably perfect cock. But having him here, holding her, that was enough, the thought of it had already seeped out and wetted her underwear and now the reality had her pressing her two fingers in to the creamy filling between her labia.

Blake shifted with discomfort, aware too late that any movement would indicate the size and location of his dick relative to Allison. For a moment she didn't say anything, just sighed and wriggled back sleepily, Blake figured she was drifting off to sleep.

"Is that your penis against my butt?" she hissed, breaking the silence inside the tent.

"Uh, yeah?" Blake mumbled, "sorry."

"No problem," Allison whispered. "Why've you got an erection?" she asked, momentarily silencing Blake with her bluntness.

"Um, I was thinking, about stuff," he managed at last.

"What kind of stuff?" Allison asked.

"Just, stuff," Blake replied.

"I'm not pissed or anything, I understand that pressing it against me like you are would probably cause it to swell whether you wanted it to or not."

"Yeah, it does that" Blake said quietly.

"I'll try not to roll over and put me knee to it," she giggled.

"Thanks."

Allison snuggled her head down in to her pillow, clutching Blake's hand between her breasts with her other hand stuck between her thighs. Feeling the warmth and comfort of her oldest and closest friend wrapped around her. She wondered how long it'd take for him to fall asleep, her own wandering thoughts taking her through her own usual methods for getting to sleep on restless nights, the obvious and most favoured tactic was masturbation. She considered what it would be like to roll over and take Blake's cock in her hand, stroking it up and down while she looked in his eyes, just a friend giving another friend a hand, maybe he could do the same for her? His big fingers delicately opening the petals and seeking out her soft moist interior?

She awoke, scolding herself for falling asleep so quickly. Behind her Blake's body rose and fell with his steady breathing, the thick shaft gone from between her buttocks and his hand loose in hers.

"Blake," she hissed, "Blake,are you still awake?"

She waited a few moments before releasing his hand and reaching back between their bodies, shifting her weight to widen the gap and sliding her hand down to Blake's boxer shorts, feeling the flaccid member inside, touching it for the first time, its weight and girth surprising her a little. Focusing once more she sought out the opening at the front of his shorts, locating it and slipping her fingers inside, her skin making contact with his. Cautiously she fished his length out until it protruded fully from his boxer shorts and she could wrap her hand around it.

Rolling back to her previous position Allison wriggled her half-covered butt back against Blake's exposed cock, feeling his warmth press between her cheeks and wishing she could tug on him until he grew to his full size, get down there and inspect him, caress him with her fingers, worship him on her knees, muttering declarations of unending love with his length pressed to her cheek, her voice brushing over him, his engorged head just millimetres from her mouth, to taste him, to deliver exquisite ecstasy to him with every touch of her tongue.

Allison awoke again, panicking when she remembered her last thoughts as she drifted off. Her panties were sodden, the material pushed between her lips with her fingers. Regaining her posture she listened carefully for Blake's breathing, it seemed to be slow and steady, she hadn't woken him. With a sigh she relaxed, growing more comfortable and happy to drift off to sleep once more. With her hand on Blake's she spread out his fingers, moving his hand from it position on her chest to her breast, encased in her thin white tanktop. Tightening her fingers around his she squeezed herself with his hand, rubbing her thighs together as his hand and cock against her body made her pussy twitch involuntarily. Wondering what Blake would think when he woke up, Allison fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Blake awoke in the pre-dawn gloom, he figured that it was about four-thirty-ish. He lay on his side with his eyes closed, his dick felt weird, usually he woke with an erection and he knew that this morning was no exception but today it felt different. Then he remembered the events of the previous night, the challenge and being asked to sleep in Allison's tent, and Allison's butt pressing back against him. It dawned on him that Allison was still laying with her back to him, her pert little buttocks rubbing against his erection. Still, it felt weird, like skin on skin. Blake moved and the felt the sensation of the lace trim of Allison's underwear tease his bare shaft.

Leaning back a little and lifting the blanket Blake looked down and could just make out his exposed cock in the dim light. Sometimes it happened that during the course of the night he'd manage to get loose from his shorts, finding himself protruding a little in the morning, but never his whole length. He rolled back, wondering what to do, moving to tuck himself back in would surely wake Allison, and what would she think if she caught him stuffing his cock away? He tried not to think about it, hoping his erection would subside before she could awaken.

Normally getting up and taking a piss and a shower was sufficient to spirit away an erection in the morning, failing that, masturbation always seemed to do the trick. None were particularly viable options on this occasion though. Blake tried to focus on other things. His mind kept coming back though, the feeling of a firm, bare arse against his cock, and Allison's arse at that, the girl he'd lusted after since he knew how to lust. The girl he compared all other girls to, the one girl he knew he could never have and therefore wanted more than anything. With that in mind he told himself, the situation he found himself in now was quite a fortunate one: he was closer than he'd ever be to sleeping with her, even if she woke up right now, he could legitimately claim ignorance or simply feign sleep. That's what he'd do, he'd lay back and enjoy the feeling, as long as he was alert enough to spot her waking and pretend to be asleep he'd be fine.

Blake lay settled down once more, wrapping his arm around Allison's hip and snuggling his face in to her shoulder. He was a little startled when her hand reached down, seemingly unconsciously, and took his, bringing it up and placing it on her breast. He held his breath for a second, waiting for her to realise what she'd done, but her breathing remained steady and slowly his confidence returned. Without instruction he found his fingers bending, squeezing Allison's breast almost imperceptibly. Looking down over her shoulder he saw the soft orb of flesh inside her tanktop, his fingertips touching her lightly tanned skin above the cloth. He gave another gentle squeeze through the material, Allison sighing softly in her sleep, shifting her body a little, bending at her hips.

Blake pushed his hips forward, feeling Allison's buttocks firm against his cock. With a tiny movement of his hips he could grind against her, the idea of what he was doing more arousing than the physical sensation. He moved again, brushing his length up between those perfect soft twin mounds. Allison stirred again and Blake froze, waiting for her to settle.

Allison wasn't going to settle, she'd woken as Blake had rolled away from her body and lifted the blanket. To her delight she'd felt him press himself back against her body but now she was stuck with the dilemma of how to pretend to wake up and get out of the tent without noticing Blake's nudity, and without him noticing the soaked patch in her underwear. Now he appeared to be grinding himself against her body, was he still awake or had he fallen asleep again? She had a good mind to reach back and grab his cock just to find out for sure. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, whether he realised it or not he was giving soft little moans as his grinding grew more confident once again.