All I wanted to do was go camping before it got too hot. What started off as a group of four close friends turned into the addition of a girlfriend, a hook-up, two dogs, and a friend of a friend. The girlfriend was Cameron's, and she was alright, at least so far. The hook-up was a complete disaster, who had no idea what camping entailed and complained the entire time. Paul would be getting shit for bringing her for a long time. The dogs were June's, as was the friend. What surprised us all was that he was male since June was the lesbian of all lesbians.
Hook-up had finally forfeited her right to complain around the second day, and once that happened the week long trip became much more enjoyable. It was April, and the weather was absolutely perfect. Warm during the day and cool at night, and the forecast had called for clear skies all week. Nothing was planned, so every day was a new adventure, be it hiking, swimming, hanging out, or all of the above.
I woke up with the want to do absolutely nothing except exist. I was up before everyone else, so I started up some breakfast and everyone was up by the time all the food was done. We sat around and decided what to do for the day. We had been doing everything together at this point, but today everyone decided to branch off. Cameron and Julia were going to drive to the nearby town and rent a canoe and go down the river. June was meeting up with some friends from college and was going to be on the lake all day with them. Paul and Hook-up were going to hike back up to the waterfall we went to the day before last. To fuck, no doubt; that's all they did, and I knew this because our tent was next to theirs.
Well, my tent, but Joel was sharing it with me since June didn't tell him about Dezi's horrific gas. We woke that first morning to Joel curled up next to the dead fire, so I instantly invited the poor guy to share my tent. And all in all it was going very well, except for the fact that to my left I had to listen to people fucking every night, and to my right I had a good looking guy that always slept with his shirt off and sleeping bag open.
And man, he was getting even more good looking every day. The more stubble that grew on his face the more I found it harder to look at him without drooling. His eyes were damn intense, especially if the treeline was behind him, making the green in them almost glow. Me being me, I had told him how beautiful his eyes were, so now he wagged his eyebrows at me every time our eyes met. Which in turn forced me to act like I was sticking my finger down my throat and gagging, much to his delight.
I was in the process of doing this when I realized everyone was looking at me. Someone had asked what my plan for the day was. "Oh!" I giggled. "I have no idea, yet." Everyone just shrugged it off. I kind of always just went with the flow of things, so it wasn't unusual for me to have no idea what I was doing. Everyone finished up eating, tidied up, and started making their way. I started to make my way to my tent when the horizon caught my eye. Looked like storm clouds in the distance.
"Looks like storm clouds in the distance," Joel said from behind me. I chuckled a little and then nodded. I turned my head in his direction and there he was, looking damn edible with the morning sun bringing out little red hairs in his growing beard. Dear lord, I needed to get away from this man. I took the last couple steps towards the tent, reached in, and pulled my pack out.
"See ya!" I called over my shoulder as I passed him, intent on creating as much distance as possible between he and I before having to share the tent with him that evening. I got maybe ten feet away from the campsite before Joel trotted up next to me.
"What's the plan, Roomie?" he said as he caught up to me.
Oh, I don't know...maybe a day NOT filled with sexual frustration? "Creek?" I suggested, raising an eyebrow at him. He smiled and nodded, and we started to make our way, my brain coming up with all kinds of curses along the way.
The next couple of hours were wonderful and horrible. Wonderful because the creek was picturesque. Large rocks perfect for sitting were all along the creek, with smaller ones littered across, perfect for hopping across. The day was warmish, and the cool water perfect on our feet. Horrible because Joel would grab my hand every time I lost my balance which was often. His hands rested lightly on my hips as he scooted past me between two large boulders we were making our way past.
We could tell the clouds had started to come in when the woods around the creek started to get dark despite it being only noon. "We should head back," Joel said, standing up on the rock we were lounging on, holding out his hand to help me up. I sighed inwardly as I took his hand, the feel of his skin making me all tingly. I let go of his hand quickly and turned, instantly losing my balance in my haste. "Whoa!" he exclaimed as he grabbed my arm to hold me upright while chuckling.
