Thanks again to my editor CWatson – what a big job he took on -- but he says I'm getting better too.
A 'ute' is a typical Australian abbreviation of 'utility', a duel purpose vehicle with car type cabin at the front, and a tray back for rough luggage -- like a pickup in USA
It did a novice writers confidence no end of good to get the votes on Chp 1, I'm grateful, and if you thought I could do things better or different then would love to see your comments too –- strongly recommend read chp1 before starting Chp 2 – and hope you enjoy.
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Tuesday night was a high point for Kim; Libby was being absolutely brilliant about everything they were doing, Don had been so noble with Libby, he and Kim had had as good sex as she could remember afterwards, she'd slept really well, and, she'd learnt to handle sharing. If Tuesday was as good as it got, Wednesday morning wasn't so great, before dawn a barbarian must have snuck into the tent, kicked gentle Don out, opened her legs, mounted her without warning, woke her (of course), fucked her hard and fast, came, and rolled off to go back to sleep -– or maybe stay asleep -- leaving her lying beside him wide awake and stunned. She had cautiously snuggled up to the barbarian's back and wondered if she slept for a while she could pretend it was just a bad dream, and she'd wake up to find Don returned.
Don hadn't even acknowledged what had happened, and there wasn't a lot she could do about it, but the slow start next morning, Thursday, sans barbarian, with nice sleepy breast play, was much appreciated. Time for Kim to warm up first before he made love to her again, he made sure she came first. Don had told her only last night, "Ya
sure do put some lead in my pencil babe, good thing ya gives me something to scribble on, or I'd be dangerous." And here was proof. They should try and be a little more considerate about Libby though, it was unfair on her to have to listen to lovemaking so often.
Later, while Don and Kim were enjoying their customary shower, Libby appeared with her second load of hot water for them wearing only a shy smile, and joined them. Very quickly they relaxed and there was plenty of tickling, giggling and fare bit of "Ohh, that tickles!" and "Oh that's naughty!" from all three. It started all very innocently, and it felt good to be able to include Libby. Kim had already been washed, but she roped Libby into helping wash Don. Then Kim and Don ganged up and washed Libby, in between taking it in turns to fetch more water, and topping up the suspended shower bag. It was obvious to Kim what sort of promise Don had made to Libby so long ago, and surely nothing could happen with her there anyway. Right? I mean he'd unloaded recently.
Kim had played with girls occasionally at uni -- with friends she trusted -- to tease guys. So it wasn't a problem to make sure Libby's neat breasts were clean, and looking down she could see Don was busy doing the same between her legs, should be spotless by now. Kim felt relaxed about that too, he'd made love to her only thirty minutes ago, so she was sure he would be harmless. Working together Don and Kim soon had Libby oblivious to the impropriety, she opened her legs and leant back on Kim as Don became more adventurous rubbing her lips, and clit, while Kim supported her from behind and kept rubbing of her small breasts. Don looked to have fingers inside her Libby; she said half heartedly, "No, oh God Don please no," but they knew it was a 'girl' no, not a real no. Libby soon came, not as loud as Kim, more a series of squeaks, and then she sagged against Kim. As soon as Libby regained her legs, Kim left them briefly to get more hot water.
As she walked back awkwardly from the heavy buckets to the shower, she was horrified to hear a distinct gasp of satisfaction, Don had lifted Libby, they were kissing passionately and her legs were around him as he was lowering her for at least the second time.
Fuck, that was fast
, she thought; dropping the buckets to run in and without thinking smacked Libby's butt, hard. In retrospect it might not have been a good career move. She also barked "DON! PUT LIBBY DOWN… LIBBY! OFF NOW!" and registered Don's horrified look.
Libby, dismounted as ordered, still on planet libido though: "But, but, but, look…" Wide eyed and breathless, she pointed at his erection.
"Boss, it would be best if you went to your swag, NOW!" She pointed Libby at the swag, and pushed her. "I'll talk to you later." Then, turning back to Don, who incredibly looked to be following Libby, she grabbed him by his arm to face her. His erection swung, glistening with Libby's juices.
Ohh dear Libby, you were enjoying that weren't you
? S
orry!
Kim gripped his chin, firmly, making sure he was looking at her. "Where do you think you were going mister?"
"To Libby... Kim… not to you know… just to see if she is okay."
"Okay… fair enough… do that, but get dressed first. Help
her
, then
find
me
.
We need to talk
." Shit, she thought, what a mess.
"Yes Kim."
Kim dressed quickly, still trembling from shock and fear, found a log to sit on, needed time to let her emotions stabilise for a while. There was no way in hell Kimberly Louise Rogers would tolerate being the 'other woman' -- not to two women anyway. And she wasn't remotely prepared to consider those developing feelings for Don. Disappointment -- at Don; embarrassment -- for Libby; but ultimately when she had calmed slightly, fury -- at herself. Being part of that shower debacle was the most thoughtless and stupid thing she had done since the silly drinking games at University. For fuck's sake! Her job was to be the well-adjusted one this week.
Kim could hear murmurs from the swag. Don had stood a reluctant naked Libby up and was trying to dress her. Libby didn't seem too happy about it either -- but Don was too strong and persistent. Libby was clearly distraught; Kim could hear her sobs from where she sat. Her heart sank as she thought of Libby's situation. Fuck… Fuck… Fuck! Their harmonious little team might never work together again… Libby's marriage might be over. And Kim and Don, what of the two of them now?...
And Libby's marriage might be over!
Fuck! She wanted to curl up and cry, but someone needed to think.
Don finally walked up to Kim, a coffee for her. And a heavy solemn face. He looked like he'd just killed a kid's dog --
Hold that look Don, that's a good look to have for a while.
Surprising herself with her calmness: "How is Libby?"
"Pretty crook, she wanted some time by herself, nearly wouldn't let me dress her, made her some tea."
"Can you explain how that happened Don?"
"Nup. I let Libby down bad, promised a long time ago that would never happen, and I let you down too, and I'm sorry, real sorry… I've never been with Libby like that before, she's so sad, so angry, and I don't know what I'll do if she's stays pissed at me! Every women I like is gonna hate my guts now -- I'm no better than my slut of a wife."
"I see!" Libby's friendship meant so much to him, that was a very deep bond, and it hurt a little: how could a wife, or a girlfriend for that matter, possibly compete with a relationship like that? "Are you interested in what I'm feeling right now Don?"
Don looked straight back into her eyes. There
was
intelligence there, it just needed an emergency to activate it. He said calmly, "I know exactly what you're feeling Kim, and I said I'm sorry, but I can't change it, and I know I'll be moving my stuff back to the swag when Libby is organised, and I hope one day you'll forgive me enough to be friends with me again too."
"Don, if you'd found me ten minutes ago, you
would
be in a world of shit. But we need to stay calm, I've settled, had some time to think, because to my eternal regret I helped with that little fiasco. Where we sleep from now is a decision for the
three
of us to talk about, later okay? For one thing Libby might not want to share a tent with me."
" And it might be really dumb for me--"
"--exactly, no
