Somewhere in the foggy recesses of my mind I heard the knock on the door. I didn’t want to get up, but the pounding wouldn’t stop. I opened one eye and looked at the clock. It was a little before two in the morning.
“Who is it?” I yelled, knowing the answer before I heard it. There were only three people in the world that could be knocking on my door at that time of the night. My dad would never be caught dead in a city like Lexington, so I knew that it must be either Brenda or Sue.
“Brenda and Sue.”
Okay, I was wrong. It was both of them. “What do you want?” I asked sleepily.
“Let us in and we’ll tell you.”
I sighed heavily. “Hang on a minute,” I said as I threw the covers off and stood up. “I gotta put something on.”
I heard two giggles. “Don’t bother on our account.” I wasn’t sure which one of them said it. I thought briefly about just opening the door with my little head flopping in the breeze. Both Brenda and Sue were really gorgeous. I also happened to be in love with both of them and hadn’t slept with either of them. I took a step to do it and my cock started to twitch.
Now opening the door naked was one thing, but opening the door with a hard-on was something completely different. I looked around and saw my track shorts on the floor. Modesty won out and I pulled them on.
As I opened the door the two girls bubbled into my room. With one look I knew they had been drinking. Brenda reached out and rubbed my bed head as she walked by. “Aw, we woke him up, Susie. Sorry about that Ben.”
“No you’re not,” I replied. “What’s up?” I closed the door and turned to walk over to my desk and sit down. Sue got there first and plopped on my intended seat. Oh well. If I didn’t get my chair at least I got a glimpse of green panties as her skirt fluttered. I sighed. Shit. I changed directions and sat on the bed, crossing my legs Indian style and leaning my elbows on my knees. I put my head on my hands and tried hard not to stare up Sue’s skirt.
“We want to go camping next week.”
“Great. Have fun. Enjoy it. So why are you here?”
“Well, you see, it’s like this. Neither one of us has ever been camping before. We don’t have any gear and we don’t know where to go. We need your help.”
“Go to the Student Center. They’ll rent you everything you need. It’ll cost about fifty bucks, depending on how many tents you want. Load it into your car. Get on the Interstate heading east for 15 minutes. Take exit 98 and get on the Mountain Parkway. Stay on the parkway for a half hour until you get to the Slade exit. Turn left away from Natural Bridge State Park ‘cause that’s where the tourists all go. At the stop sign turn right. Follow the road for about 10 minutes until you see Koomer Ridge Campground on the left. Turn in. Go to campsite number 10 and set up a tent. If 10 is occupied go to number 53. If 53 is taken pick one at random because 10 and 53 are the only two really good ones. Go back to the gate, fill out the little payment envelope, put $12 a night into it and drop it in the slot. Go back to the campsite. Set up the rest of the gear. Play. Party. Have fun. Enjoy. Go climb an arch. Come home when you’re tired. This isn’t hard. Now let me go back to sleep.”
“No, you don’t get it. We want you to go with us.”
“Why?”
“Because you know all the trails and stuff. You go there practically every weekend. It’d be better if you were there. And you know you want to go. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Has it somehow escaped your notice that we still have classes next week?”
“Classes end on Wednesday you silly boy. We have Thursday and Friday off for Reading Period, then the weekend, and then finals start on Monday. We can leave Wednesday after your last class and come back Sunday.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. Maybe a little background is in order here.
My name is Ben Miller and I grew up in a small town in eastern Kentucky. We had a bar, a fast food restaurant, two stoplights, and the Red River Gorge. There was nothing at all special about the bar or the Hardee’s or the stoplights, but my dad always said that the Gorge is truly the Hand of God Himself touching the earth. There are more natural rock arches in the Gorge area than anywhere else on the planet (including the so-called Arches National Park in Utah). Over 200 arches are visible within a few miles of the Red River. I had spent most of my free time when I was growing up walking the trails and climbing the arches. I was in love with the Gorge in a way that no one else could understand. When I went to college I would drive out there anytime I had 4 or 5 hours free and hike. Sometimes I would just go to one of the closer arches and just sit there for hours, just looking.
Now Brenda was one of my best friends. I had met her my freshman year in a sociology class. We were assigned to do a project together. I don’t remember the project anymore, but we hit it off perfectly.
I guess you could say I kind of fell in love with her.
Brenda was the kind of girl a guy like me could never get. For one thing she was drop dead gorgeous. Long blonde hair cascading down loose around C cup breasts. No more body fat than a woman needs to smooth out the hard parts. Legs that showed often under the short skirts she usually had on. A sense of humor that made anyone laugh with her. And an evil gleam to her eyes that made her innuendos and teasing more than a little fun and incredibly frustrating. She was perfect. The problem was that I wasn’t even close to perfect. I was incredibly average in every respect. I was average in looks, average in height, average in intelligence, average in just about everything.
I always tried to trade banter and teases with her, but for some reason I always came out on the short end of the stick.
My dad told me that I’d always have a hard time with the ladies since I spent so much time with arches I never learned the proper social skills. I guess he was right.
When Brenda and I got the class assignment we had to talk about what we were going to do. I met her in her dorm room. It was the first time I had ever been alone with a beautiful college girl in her room. I was, shall we say, a little awkward and nervous.
Five minutes later I was completely comfortable. Brenda just has that effect on anyone. A few minutes later Sue came walking in. She was coming back from a night class and had to change to go to the gym. I started to gather my stuff and leave so she could but she told me to just look at Brenda and not peek. She changed right behind me. I was being a good boy when I noticed Brenda smiling wickedly and looking to the side of the room. I looked over to see what she was she was smiling at and I saw Sue’s reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t help myself from staring. Brenda would look over at me and grin and then look back at the mirror.
Sue was as beautiful as Brenda, just in a different way. Her black hair was cut at shoulder length, her breasts were a touch smaller, and she was carrying a little more body fat than Brenda—maybe she was overweight by 15 pounds or so. She looked beautiful.
I found out that night that Sue also had a fantastic ass. And that she looked great in purple panties.
When she left Brenda jumped off the bed in a giggling fit. I had to laugh with her. She walked over to the little fridge in the room and got two beers. We spent the rest of the night discussing everything but our project.
Over the next two weeks I got to know the two of them really well. Sue was a little uptight at first, but she eventually began to accept me being in her room with Brenda every time she came home.
I found out that Brenda has a little teasing streak. Every now and then we would be working on something and she would get this really evil look on her face and just stop and tell me that Sue had never figured out that I could see her in the mirror. Sometimes she would ask me if I had been spying on any other “innocent little girls” or if I though she would look as good in purple as Sue did. In general we laughed. A lot.
Like I said, I fell in love with her.
As much as I wanted her, Brenda never really did anything to tell me that she was interested in more. I kept trying in my fumbling kind of way, but she just politely ignored the passes I made. Eventually I just accepted the fact that we could be best buds and nothing more.