Summertime Lust Ch. 02

Henry lay awake, dawn had appeared, highlighting the very top of the tent above him. Idly he tugged on his member. The last thing that'd happened the previous evening was Allison sitting up with David, arguing about the bet she'd lost, he was pretty sure he'd also heard voices in the early hours of the morning and as everyone had their own tent it seemed that Allison had finally relented and David had got his night in her tent.

Henry sighed, he wouldn't have minded a night in Allison's tent. The closest he'd got with her was a quick drunken fumble in the pitch black of a suburban garden at a friend's party. His hand under her top, her hand frantically yanking at his belt and then to his astonishment and delight she'd sunk to her knees, managed to negotiate his cock in to her mouth, sucked and licked it clumsily for a minute and then vomited copiously over his crotch, his jeans, herself and anything in a six-foot radius. That was as far as Henry ever got with Allison. She'd bolted from the party without being seen and the next day, when he'd called to check on her, she'd sworn him to secrecy.

Outside there was the sound of a tent opening, muffled voices and then the wide strides of someone walking through wet grass. Henry abandoned his half-hearted masturbation and pulled on a pair of jeans, scooting forward and out of his tent in to the bright morning.

He stood and stretched in the watery yellow light, his broad shoulders cracking in to place. Looking away up the field he saw Allison trudging towards the shower block clutching a small bag in her hand and gazing around at the surrounding hills. Turning the other way he saw Blake making his way towards the low wire fence which marked the edge of the field and separated it from the bank of the babbling brook.

Henry trailed after Blake, calling out to him as he climbed over the fence.

"Where are you going?" Henry asked.

"Morning swim," Blake called back with a wide smile stretching across his face.

"Excellent idea," Henry replied and began running to catch up.

"It's going to be freezing, you know that right?" Blake laughed as Henry slowed and hopped over the fence.

"Yeah, just what you need after a night like that," Henry said.

"What d'you mean," Blake asked, wondering if he and Allison had really made enough noise for the others to hear them.

"A night in a tent," Henry replied, "I don't know about you but my back is killing me."

"Oh, yeah," Blake grinned.

They'd reached the shallow edge of the water, marked by large flat surfaces of stone edged with flashes of sandy gravel. Ahead was a deeper pool, crystal clear and slow-moving.

"It's not too bad," Blake said, placing his bare foot in the shallow water.

Henry laughed.

"After you then," he challenged.

"OK," Blake replied, sitting on the edge of a boulder and dipping his legs in. "Not too bad at all," he sighed.

"Ha! That's hardly being the first in," Henry sneered.

"I suppose you'd just jump straight in then," Blake said doubtfully.

"Of course," Henry smiled, pulling his jeans off.

He walked to the edge of the boulder and looked down in to the water, then turned and walked back. Waiting for a moment and relishing the look of doubt on Blake's face he kicked off and sprinted over the smooth stone, leaping from its edge and plunging in to the river. It was freezing. He surfaced, gulped down air and smiled at his friend still sitting at the side.

"Fucking freezing," he laughed to Blake, "but at least it gets the initial shock over with quickly."

Blake laughed and stood up.

"Fine," he said, "anything you can do."

Stretching his arms he looked back towards the semi-circle of tents, halfway between there and him Melissa was picking her way through the grass, staring down at her feet as she went and one hand out to balance herself.

Blake hoped she'd see him jump straight in. He stalled, waiting for her to get close enough.

"Come on," Henry called, "get on with it."

Blake reached down and splashed water over his face then straightened up again. Melissa was closer now.

"Morning Lissa," Blake called to her. She looked up and smiled before attempting to scale the fence.

"Let me help you," Blake said quickly, scrabbling back over the boulders and taking her hand to guide her down.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"I was just about to get in," Blake said, "although it looks a little chilly."

"It does," Melissa agreed, wandering over the rock, sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her and waving a greeting to Henry as he surfaced on the far side of the pool.

"Anyway, no use in being a girl about it," Blake sighed, "no offence."

"What? Oh, no, not at all," Melissa replied, watching Henry climb out and fall straight back in.

Blake took a run-up like Henry had and dived in to the water, staying under until he reached the far side and surfacing with a grin to face Melissa.

"How d'you fancy your chances?" Henry asked out the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Blake replied.

"With Melissa. I wouldn't mind having a go myself but I'll step aside for you if you want." Henry punched Blake on the shoulder and gave him an exaggerated goofy grin.

"Ha! I don't need your charity," Blake laughed, "besides I'm kind of working on something else right now."

"Got an infection have you?" Henry joked, "well in that case sir I'll refrain from swimming with you." He laughed and dodged as Blake tried to push him under. "Anyway," he went on, "what's with the helping her over the fence and the dive if you're not interested?"

"Never hurts to keep them interested in you," Blake replied, "you never know when you'll need a plan B."

Blake bobbed under the surface and swam towards Melissa, now sitting with her feet in the water, Henry gave his words some thought before following him. Blake was already asking Melissa how she'd slept when Henry surfaced beside him.

"Not bad," Melissa replied, "not as badly as I'd expected anyway."

Melissa was considered to be somewhat of a princess by the rest of the group and it'd been a considerable shock that she'd agreed to go camping at all. It was only later that they'd discovered that her father was being investigated and under instruction not to leave the country and so she'd been denied her usual summer-long beach vacation wherever the hell it was that'd be fashionable next year. Roughing it in a tent in the arse-end of beyond really wasn't an image her friends could attach to Melissa.

She picked a stray blade of grass from between her toes and lay back on the rock, raising an arm to shield her eyes from the sun. As she lay back her baggy tee shirt rose, exposing her thighs as it went until the guys bobbing in the water caught a glimpse of her skimpy black underwear before she crossed her ankles.

"Why don't you come in and have a swim with us?" Henry suggested.

"Oh no, it'll be far too cold," Melissa replied without moving.

"It's not too bad once you get used to it," Blake reassured her, as eager as Henry was to see that perfect olive skin dripping wet.

"Besides, I've got nothing to wear," she went on.

Melissa closed her eyes and smiled to herself, wondering when, or if, either of the guys would suggest she swim naked. She pictured them there at her feet, both struggling with the same thoughts, wondering how long the cold water could stave off their erections.

Camping with her college friends hadn't been what she'd expected of the summer, but as it appeared to be the best offer she'd get she'd decided she'd just have to make the best of it. Arriving later than her friends she'd struggled across the field with a huge hiking bag, watching Allison and Hannah laugh as the boys had tried to erect their tents. As she'd approached she'd watched the sun on Henry's bare, muscular back and had drawn the conclusion that perhaps the summer wouldn't be a complete waste after all.

"OK, which one of you two will be a darling and fetch me something more appropriate to swim in then?" she sighed, giggling as both guys began climbing out and offering to go.

"Not a problem. What is it you want?" Blake asked, standing on the rock and casting a long shadow over Melissa's outstretched figure.

"OK Blake," Melissa began, noticing Henry positively sag at the shoulders, "If you look in my tent, on the right there's a small blue bag, just bring that down. Oh, and try not to soak everything in my tent, thank you."

Blake took off, scrambling back over the fence.

"Why don't you sit down with me for a bit?" Melissa asked, resting on her elbows.

"No, I think I'll just get back in," Henry replied, certain now where Melissa's interests lay.

"Well then I guess I'll just have to swim in this," she said getting to her feet.

Henry's brow furrowed.

"How else am I going to spend time with you if you insist on getting back in?" she smiled, turning and launching herself in to the water.

Henry looked up at Blake as he disappeared towards the tents, then back at Melissa as she circled underwater. With a grin he dived back in.

Henry floated in place below the surface, watching Melissa stream through the water with expert kicks from her ankles, her tee shirt clung tightly around her figure and her dark hair trailed down her back. As Henry came up for air and wiped the water out of his eyes he was shocked when Melissa suddenly appeared in front of him, smiling broadly just inches away from his face.

"Hi," she said, brushing her hair back over her ears. "It's nice in here, isn't it."

"You're a really good swimmer," Henry replied.

"I was a little worried that this top might go see-through, but it's all right, isn't it?" she asked, edging towards the boulder and pulling her upper body out of the water.

The white cotton was like a second skin, clinging to every inch of Melissa's body, her own complexion clearly visible through it and only the erratic cursive design obscuring her nipples.

"It looks fine," Henry blushed.

"Good," Melissa smiled. "Now stay there, I want you to watch my dive."

She pulled herself out of the water, her skinny arms lifting her body in one fluid movement and leaving her on her hands and knees on the edge of the boulder. Henry looked up, the tee shirt plastered across her buttocks doing nothing to hide the thin strip of black cloth with disappeared between those firm little cheeks and reappeared cupping her lips in full view as she took her time getting to her feet.

"I think you'll like this," she said, turning around to wink before moving away from the edge.

As Henry watched Melissa came running across the rock and flew down in to the water like a bullet, his gaze followed her distorted form across the pool, circling around and heading back towards him. As she neared him he expected her to surface but instead her hands reached out and grabbed at his boxer shorts, yanking them down before he had time to fight back.

Melissa surface in the middle of the pool, laughing and holding her prize aloft.

"Look what I got," she crowed.

"Give them back," Henry called, expecting the fun to turn to humiliation.

"Come and get them," Melissa replied with a laugh.

As he moved forward she dipped underwater and headed further away. Henry followed her, finding her waiting at the far side where the pool emptied over a low lip of rock and ran as a thin sheet down to the channel below.

"Not putting up much of chase," Henry breathed, reaching out and clutching his shorts.

"Well maybe I wanted to get caught," Melissa smiled.

Without warning her hand slithered around Henry's flaccid member, pulling him closer.

"Whoa," he cried, his eyes wide.

"A bit cold in here is it?" Melissa whispered, one hand still toying with his cock while the other rested on his shoulder. "We'll have to come back later when it's warmed up a bit."

"What if someone sees us?" Henry gasped.

"We'll have to be quick," Melissa replied, "I expect Blake will be back any second now so if there's anyth-"

Henry leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Melissa's, feeling her lips relent immediately and draw his tongue on to hers. Her hand moved to his back and pulled him closer, feeling his swelling cock brush over the soft skin of her inner thigh as she brought her leg up and around his waist.

"You're perfect," Henry moaned, moving his lips down Melissa's jaw to her neck and caressing it.

"I'm horny," she replied, gasping as Henry bit her lightly.

Henry's hands slipped on to her breasts, rubbing each nipple through the sheer fabric.

"I want you," Melissa said, crossing her ankles behind Henry's back and pulling him firmly between her thighs.

Placing her hands on his shoulders she raised herself up, his hands instinctively finding her tight little butt and lifting her until her breasts were level with his face.

"I want to suck your tits," he groaned.

Looking over the top of Henry's head Melissa saw Blake reappear back on the far side of the pool, holding her blue bag in one hand. Pretending to stretch up and lean back on the lip of rock Melissa waved Blake away, thankful that he understood at once and turned to leave. Watching him climb back over the fence Melissa pulled her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it up on the the grassy bank to her right.

"Suck them," she ordered, pushing Henry's head down.

Henry caressed each dark little nub in turn, flicking his tongue over them before sucking them in to his mouth and swirling his tongue around them. Melissa loved the insistent sensation of Henry's mouth sucking hard at her, her pert yet small little tits often being of little interest to the guys she'd permitted to come so close. Henry's fingers crept across her buttocks, her naked skin firm under his touch, he wondered how far she'd let him go. Reaching the tight strip of cloth where it snuck between her cheeks he slipped a finger under it, tugging it out and down before tracing back up her crack.

"That's a no-no," she giggled, reaching back to remove his hand from her butt.

Henry realised he'd probably gone too far and tried not to think about how tight Melissa must be.

"I think it's time to get out," she sighed, pulling away from Henry's mouth and lifting her body backwards on to the lip of rock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, well I wasn't going to do anything," Henry babbled, "I was just-"

"Henry, Henry," Melissa said, trying to calm him, "it's just a bit easier to take these off when I'm sitting here."

She rolled the sodden black fabric down over her thighs and plucked it off her ankles, tossing it towards her tee shirt on the bank before spreading her legs and placing one foot on Henry's shoulder.

"That's better," she grinned, "now how about you come here?"

Henry stared at the swollen lips presented to him, bordered by smooth olive thighs and topped by a thin 'V' of stubble.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, "usually I wax, but I wasn't expecting company this week."

Henry could only shake his head as he edged closer. Watching him with a smile Melissa reached down and spread open her lips with two fingers, revealing her luscious pink interior. Shuffling forward on the lip of rock she spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them at the knee to guide Henry in with her feet behind his shoulders.

"Now you be a good boy and eat me," she sighed, letting her upper body fall until she lay on her back in the water pouring over the lip.

Melissa stretched her arms over her head and stared up at the sky, feeling Henry's hot breath coming in short gusts over her waiting pussy. She loved this feeling, being totally open, free to the air, exposed entirely as she waited with anticipation for the first touch. It seemed that so much of her life was about image and social convention, it was all front and no substance, but out here in god-knows-where, stretched out naked on a rock with a friend of sorts breathing over her delicate lips, this was real. Usually, when she let a guy get this close, and if he'd even agreed to go down on her, he'd be stuck in by now, all rough fingers and clumsy tongue making a bee-line for her climax. Faceless, one-time only sex, that's what she'd come to expect and to a small extent desire. In welcome contrast Henry's fingers were lightly inching closer on the apex of her thighs.

"No need to be so timid," Melissa giggled, "how about a kiss?"

Henry leaned in closer, feeling the warmth radiating from Melissa, his palms on her thighs, his head turning and placing his lips between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the wet skin. He moved his mouth closer, kissing higher on Melissa's thigh, her heat on his cheek, then higher, on the curve, her scent filling his nostrils. He turned further, those lips were closed once more now Melissa had stretched her arms up. Henry peeled open the petals with two fingers, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance.

"You smell so good," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Let's hope I taste as good," Melissa sighed happily, her mind editing Henry's voice in to that of a stranger.

The sun was beginning to heat up, the surface of the rock either side of the fast-flowing stream she lay in was warm to the touch. Between her thighs she felt Henry's tentative touch of her lips, his fingertips spreading her open gently and his mouth descending to the exposed fleshy interior, his lips on her, his stubble rough against her smooth skin but his movements and caresses nothing if not tender. She felt herself moisten with the first touch of his mouth, his lips holding her open while his tongue made a cursory exploration of her undulating folds, ascending to her ultra-sensitive little peaked hood.

Henry probed at Melissa's hood with the tip of his tongue, feeling her lips twitch as she gave a quiet, satisfied gasp. He ran his tongue back down her lips, stopping to kiss and tease the skin back and forth between his lips before ascending again and coaxing her clit out with tiny laps of his tongue. As it began to emerge he abandoned it once more, lowering his tongue and probing deeper between her lips, his nose pressing above the apex and his exhaled breath washing down over her firm little nub. Above him Melissa gasped again, urgently now as he tunnelled his tongue determinedly to her interior, revelling in the sweet ooze of her juice.

Reaching down with one hand Melissa pulled Henry's face in closer, grinding down against him, her clitoris riding against his rough upper lip.

Not failing to sense the sudden urgency of Melissa's lust Henry pulled back, holding her grasping hand aside until she relented and raised it once more above her head. Satisfied that he might continue at his own pace he approached once more, the delicate pink lips now swollen and deep red, the firm little bud fully exposed from its hood and begging to be attended to. Henry tilted his head and sucked the hot lips between his own, his tongue teasing them back and forth as Melissa groaned through gritted teeth above him.

"That's it darling," she stuttered, "eat my pussy, fuck it's good."

In her head she made a note of the anonymity she'd attributed to the man between her thighs, refusing to call him by name and thus make a conscious acknowledgement of it being a friend of a friend, someone she spoke to fairly frequently and would have to look in the eye numerous times in the near future.

"You like it?" Henry asked, his voice breaking Melissa's already unfocused train of thought.

Melissa reached down and pressed his head hard between her lips, muffling his next sentence and simultaneously sending his voice vibrating through her. She squirmed against him, the unexpected addition to his repertoire surprising and delighting her.

"Fuck that's good," she said, raising her head and looking down for the first time.

Henry's eyes stared back up at her and the spell was broken, there was no pretence of anonymity any more, it was Henry, friend of Allison, friend of Hannah, best friend of best friend, Henry. As her mind attempted to rationalise the feeling her lust twitched and writhed, her juices flowed and Henry's tongue dived back in, his eyes still locked on hers, hunger and determination burning in his stare. He moved his lips up, puckering them around her clit and sucking it with increasing efficacy.