Summertime Lust Ch. 05

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The hazy recollection of the previous night drifted slowly to the surface of Hannah's mind as she blinked back the morning sun and staggered to her feet in the wet grass. It was still too early, no one should be awake this early, nor feel this hungover, not on a Tuesday. Her friends were of course still sleeping, at least she assumed they all were, they'd all come back together last night, hadn't they? Allison and Blake definitely had, Hannah was sure of that, she'd been up for a drunken fumble with Allison when they got back but Allison had very willingly followed Blake to his tent. That was right, then she'd wondered if Melissa was drunk enough to fuck another girl, but Melissa was unconscious by the time she'd negotiated the zip on her tent. That'd left Henry and David, she'd contemplated seeing if what Melissa had said about Henry was true, it'd certainly felt pretty large in the pool, grinding against her butt, so why hadn't she woken up in Henry's tent? No, she most definitely hadn't slept with Henry, and she was pretty sure she hadn't slept with David either.

The wet grass around her bare feet was refreshing and was doing a pretty good job of waking her up, she contemplated going for a quick dip in the pool, certain that it'd be freezing, but that seemed like too cleansing a way to pull oneself from a hangover, no, it was six-thirty in the morning and unlike her friends she was awake, denied sex and awake, the very least she deserved was coffee and breakfast. She fetched her car keys and wallet from her tent and shuffled her feet in to a pair of hiking boots. Checking herself in the rear-view mirror she swept her tousled hair back and blinked her eyes holding them wide open as she stared back at herself, a little bloodshot but not too bad.

Parking by the village green she clambered out and headed towards the bakery, first thing's first. She'd come to the bakery every day so far so why should today be any different. She was pretty sure that the boy working there liked her, although she was pretty sure the older guy did too, were they father and son? It seemed like they could be, there was a familial resemblance, the only problem being that the boy looked too young and the man looked too old. She walked in, the little bell above the door tinkling, the warm smell embracing her, forgiving her sins as a drunk and promising that actually there was quite a lot of good in the world, not least the timeless wonder of freshly baked bread.

"Back again," the boy grinned, "same as before?"

"Yes. Thank you," Hannah smiled, her eyes flicking across to the older of the two. He nodded a silent greeting just as he always did and gave her a wink.

The boy chatted away as he fetched loaves, his voice fading in and out of Hannah's conciousness as she tried to avoid making eye-contact with the older man.

"D'you know where I can get some breakfast?" she asked abruptly, interrupting the boy.

"Er..." he mumbled, suddenly silenced.

"Rosie might be able to help you there," the old man said, then, noticing Hannah's blank expression, "over at the Queen's Head," he added, nodding in the general direction of the pub.

"Oh, really?" Hannah replied. "This early? She's keen."

"Yep, she's keen all right," the man nodded sagely.

"OK, well I'll give her a try then, thank you," Hannah smiled, passing a handful of coins over the counter.

Hannah returned to her car, placed the warm bread in the passenger seat and headed across towards the pub. The front door rattled in its lock as she tried it, but peering in through the small window she could see the woman from the previous night, wiping down the bar and evidently singing. Hannah back-tracked along the street to where the low brick wall separated the pavement from the garden, letting herself in through the little wooden gate under a honeysuckle arch and heading around to the back door. It was unlocked and she pushed it open, calling out as she placed a foot hesitantly inside.

"Hello? Anyone around?" she could hear the radio playing through in the bar and wondered how impolite it would be to just stroll in. "Hello?"

The woman's face appeared the other side of the lounge, smiling brightly.

"Can I help you dear?" she asked.

"Hi, are you Rosie? I was told that I might be able to get some breakfast here?"

"Yes, come in, come in," Rosie beckoned, "I've been known to make breakfast from time to time, who sent you?"

"Uh, the man in the bakery?" Hannah replied, closing the door behind herself and walking between the tables towards the bar.

"OK, well it's no problem, what d'you fancy, I imagine that after the amount you lot put away last night you're up for sausage, bacon, egg, mushroom, tomato-" she broke off as Hannah's face broke in to a huge grin.

"That sounds like exactly what I'm up for," she smiled.

"Coming right up," the woman grinned, "take a seat." She patted a bar stool as she headed around behind the bar. "Coffee?" she asked, laughing as Hannah looked skyward, made the sign of the cross and mouthed 'thank you'.

Rosie brought Hannah a cup of coffee straight away and then continued to talk to her as she wandered back and forth between the bar and the room behind it, the smell of hot grease wafting through every time she reappeared. Hannah was sure there'd been some joke last night, Blake or Henry had said something about the room behind the bar, there'd been a moment of silence and then they'd all burst out laughing, she couldn't for the life of her remember what it'd been though. Finally Rosie carried out a plate piled high with glistening food, set it down before Hannah and stood back with a smile.

"There, if that doesn't sort you out, nothing will," she said.

"This looks delicious," Hannah said, almost to herself.

"Well you eat up before my Amy sees it and gets ideas in her head about me cooking her breakfast too."

Hannah dug in to the food, barely registering how good it tasted as it tumbled back through her mouth and fought against her hangover. Rosie pulled up a stool behind the bar and nursed her own mug of coffee as she watched the teenager gratefully shovel the meal in to her mouth. Eventually Hannah stabbed at the last few scraps on the plate and slid her knife and fork through the sheen of egg yoke and grease, Rosie poured her another cup of coffee and slid it across the bar.

"I've got something else for you, if you want it?" she laughed.

"Pardon?" Hannah replied, certain that she'd missed something.

"Something I think you and your friends might like to have."

"Oh, OK, that's very kind of you," Hannah smiled politely.

"You haven't seen what it is yet," Rosie smiled, "I'll go and get it."

Hannah sat on the stool and wondered what the hell the woman was talking about, she heard footsteps across the floor above and distant muttering over the sound of the radio, then finally the footsteps again until Rosie appeared back behind the bar with a grin.

"Here it is," she announced, stepping aside as David wandered out, scratching his head and yawning.

"Morning Han," he smiled sleepily.

"I'll let you two get going then," Rosie said, "I'll see you another time perhaps," she said to David kissing his forehead and slapping his butt as he exited from behind the bar.

"Er, right, thanks for the breakfast," Hannah said, getting to her feet and heading for the door.

"Any time," Rosie called, "take care of David for me."

"Will do," Hannah replied, now completely lost.

"Bye Penny," David called, spinning around on his heel and waving.

"What?" Hannah said, dragging David out in the bright sunshine.

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During the drive back to the campsite Hannah managed to piece together what had occurred the previous night through David's happy, sleepy, and depressingly un-hungover account. When he'd finished she wondered how they'd managed to get back to their tents without any one realising David wasn't with them.

Once back they found that Allison and Blake were up too, sitting by the stove, wrapped in blankets and drinking coffee. Blake broke in to an eager grin as David approached.

"Well?" he said, "good night was it?"

David returned the smile, "the best," he replied.

"I never would've picked you for one with the older ladies," Allison laughed.

"What can I say, I'm a connoisseur," David winked as he sat down.

"I think what he means is 'anything with a pulse'," Blake teased.

"That too," David nodded enthusiastically.

"I brought you all breakfast," Hannah announced, tossing her bag at Allison and pouring herself a coffee.

"Cheers Han," Blake said, realising she was sulking.

"What's up?" Allison asked her.

"Nothing, I'm going to go for a walk, d'you want to come with me or not?"

Allison turned and looked at Blake who shrugged, then looked back at Hannah.

"Sure," she said, "give me a couple of minutes to get ready, that's all." She took another long draw on her coffee and went back to the discussion between David and Blake.

"I'll wait for you down by the river," Hannah interrupted before marching away.

"What's up with her?" Blake asked as their friend disappeared across the field.

"I have no idea, I kind of get the feeling that she's pissed that even David had sex last night but she didn't," Allison frowned. "I suppose I better go talk to her, d'you mind?"

She leaned across to kiss Blake and gave him a questioning look, he got her meaning and nodded.

"It's fine," he replied quietly, "you do what you need to do."

"Thanks," she whispered and got to her feet. "Take David down to the river and wash him," she laughed as she walked away, "he still smells like that woman."

"Bring back pics and you've got a deal," Blake shouted after her.

"That woman?" David repeated angrily, "her name is Penny and she's a classy lady."

"I know David," Blake smiled, drinking his coffee, "and she has her own pub, what more could you ask for?"

"Threesome with her daughter?" David suggested with a glint in his eye.

*

Allison caught up with Hannah as she stood on the boulder throwing stones in to the pool.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Why'd there be anything wrong?" Hannah replied turning and heading for the footpath on the other side of the river.

"You seem a little angry?" Allison asked hesitantly, double-stepping to keep up.

She knew better than to push Hannah and let her walk in silence for a couple of minutes. They headed the same way as they had the previous day, then took a sharp right turn away from the river and headed up a path, little more than a sheep track, through the wooded side of the valley. It was steep and hard going and before long they found themselves having to haul each other up from one twisted tree trunk to the next, clasping at each others out-stretched hands as they slipped on the loose ground. Finally though the ground began to even out as they made their way out of the valley and on to the high, barren moorland.

"So?" Allison asked again, "what is it?"

Hannah was out of breath and stood bent double, her hands on her knees.

"Come on, don't tell me I just climbed the fuck up here for you to give me the silent treatment."

"Fine," Hannah replied, "it just pisses me off, that's all."

"What does?"

"I wanted to spend the night with you," Hannah sighed, rolling her eyes and turning to look away.

"Is that really all it is? You're jealous that, whilst drunk, I went to bed with my new boyfriend rather than you?" Allison stared at the back of Hannah's head.

"Well if you say it like that..."

"Han, we walked back from the pub holding hands, when we got here I simply didn't let go of his hand until we were in his tent. I dare say that if I'd walked back holding your hand I would've ended up in your tent."

"Yeah but-" Hannah began, turning back.

"No Hannah, no 'but', you know how fragile my relationship with Blake is and arguably if I had spent the night with you he wouldn't be speaking to me any more."

"You did tell him about us though, right?" Hannah asked, sensing a small victory.

"Yes Hannah I did, but!" Allison added, holding up a finger to silence Hannah's interruption, "but, this is a new relationship, I want it to work and that means being careful with it. You know how delicate a guy's ego is."

Hannah was forced to concede the point, she dropped her shoulders and nodded.

"You want to know the truth?" she asked.

Allison nodded, putting her arm out and wrapping it around her friend's shoulder.

"I think I'm just tired, and horny obviously, I got up too early and then finding out that even David got some last night-"

"I thought so," Allison smiled, "if even David is getting some before you do, you know you're in trouble right?"

"Yeah but seriously," Hannah chuckled.

They were walking across the moor now, the narrow path between the heather and bracken kicked up little clouds of sandy dust as they strolled along hand-in-hand. Wandering along, taking each turning at random they eventually found themselves leaving the coarse vegetation behind and making their way through a patch of long grass on the edge of a rocky outcrop looking back down in to the valley.

"You can see the campsite from here," Allison pointed out.

"Look, everyone's in the pool," Hannah added, gazing down at the shimmering blue hole.

"Looks like Melissa is keep the guys entertained," Allison laughed as below them the three boys floated in the middle of the pool while Melissa stood on the boulder stretching before a dive.

"You're not bothered by your new boyf checking out another girl then?" Hannah asked.

"Firstly, please, never use the word 'boyf' ever again," Allison laughed, "you're about to start a degree in English Language, you'd probably get thrown off the course for saying that."

"How about beau?" Hannah laughed.

"Secondly, it'd be fairly hypocritical of me to care about him looking when I do so much more than that with you."

"How did he take it when you told him?" Hannah asked.

"Really well actually, I said it right after he told me he slept Melissa and right before I was about to fuck him, so I don't think he really had much choice." Allison stared down in to the pool.

"But he knows we're going to keep doing it right?"

"When I left there to catch up with you he told me to bring back pictures," Allison said, turning and raising an eyebrow at Hannah.

"Yep, sounds to me as if he likes the idea," Hannah nodded.

"Shall we then?" Allison asked.

"What?

"Take some pictures for my new boyf?" Allison giggled, sticking out her tongue.

Hannah reached across and grabbed the waistband of Allison's cut-off shorts, pulling her closer until their bodies were touching. Leaning down she kissed her friend gently, probing her mouth with her tongue as her hand crept up to cup the firm swell of Allison's breast.

"Up here?" she asked as Allison kissed her neck.

"Mm-hm," Allison nodded.

"Anyone could see us."

Allison broke away and scanned the expanse of the moor, to the distant horizon it was nothing but hazy grey vegetation punctuated with the odd gnarled tree.

"I think we'll be OK," she giggled, pulling Hannah back to her mouth as they stumbled away from the edge and in to the long grass.

They stripped themselves entirely and rolled on top of one another, relishing the warmth of the sun on their naked bodies and the touch of the others soft skin and eager lips.

"Don't get me wrong, fucking boys is great, but this is-" Allison cut off as Hannah slithered down the length of her body and slipped her tongue against her soft labia.

Allison arched her back and closed her eyes with her arms folded behind her head. If there was another definition of heaven she'd love to hear it. Her relationship with Blake was promising, the sun was shining, and she could lay back and enjoy the expert ministrations of Hannah's mouth.

"You taste like a peach," Hannah sighed, her mouth insistent on Allison's pussy, her tongue easing its way between her lips and seeking out the hot interior.

"Let me taste," Allison giggled, her hand reaching down and her fingers trailing through Hannah's soft curls to pull her gently but insistently back up.

Hannah grinned, keeping her lips firmly shut as Allison probed them with her tongue, eager to part them and taste herself in her lover's mouth. Defeated she lowered her head, watching as Hannah's grin broke with a chuckle, her face descending and her tongue slithering out to meet Allison's in a slow twisting dance.

Hannah felt Allison's thigh raise between her own, she smooth, firm skin rubbing against her pussy. Hannah lifted her lower body, kneeling, one knee in the grass at the apex of Allison's thighs, the other beside her left hip, her butt thrust up towards the late-morning sun high above the valley behind her. As her mouth mashed back against Allison's and a pair of fingers crept down her mound to part her lips, she imagined a pair of hands appearing on her buttocks, spreading them. She pushed her butt back and up, feeling the breeze cavort across her tightly puckered hole, what if a third could be added to their tryst, she wondered, Allison's mouth licking her throat, her finger's skating the length of her swollen lips and criss-crossing over her emerging clit. What if someone, anyone, Blake, what if Blake were back there? His thumbs brushing around that delicate ring, the cool breeze up here on the moors warming as it became his breath and then the first tentative touch of his lips, his tongue circling, closer and closer until its tip pressed to her centre, begging her to open. What if Blake were to make a meal of her arsehole while she and Allison kissed and caressed, their mouths and fingers teasing each others bodies in the warm summer sun?

Hannah realised she had begun grinding herself back against Allison's probing fingers, squirming down on them as Allison's thumb grazed her clitoris, caught between her own leg and Hannah's wet crotch.

"Fuck that's good," Hannah breathed, her thoughts swirling back and tugging on the idea of Blake joining them, every fibre of her being urging it to come true.

"Mmm," Allison nodded, biting her lip as Hannah's knee pressed accidentally against her puffy lips.

Allison opened her eyes and gazed happily at her friend as she knelt above, that pair of breasts, larger than her own and a source of longing and fantasy in almost every male they'd ever know. They hung from her chest now, swinging a little as Allison's fingers and thigh moved Hannah's body in a slight rocking motion. Allison pulled her leg up higher, pushing Hannah forward on her hands and knees, her breasts now hanging above Allison's face, each nipple pink and firm, made to be sucked. Allison raise her head off the ground, wrapping her lips around a nipple and drawing it back in to her mouth, testing the firm nub with her tongue, pressing it against her top row of teeth, giggling as Hannah gasped and then groaned her approval. Allison circled it with her tongue, lapped at it, feeling the soft flesh around it relent, then puckered her lips and sucked on it again, moaning happily. A hand brushed up Hannah's flank, over the tender flesh that covered her ribs and coming to rest as it cupped the slightly pendulous orb, the nipple caught between knuckles and pinched.

"I love your tits," Allison giggled, cupping both and pressing them together.

"Yours are nicer," Hannah whispered, smiling down at her, "they're firmer, more pert."

"I've seen how the boys drawl over yours," Allison laughed, "they all want you to wrap yours around their cocks."

"I could probably get all three in there at once," Hannah smirked.

"But who cares what the boys want?" Allison sighed. "Right now I just want you."