Golden Pond
The latest mileage marker indicated we were only fifteen minutes from the campground. I was in the drivers seat and could not wait to get there to stretch my legs. The campsite was three hours from campus. I had Dave in the passenger seat beside me and my roommate Josh and his buddy Craig in the backseat. We were officially on a guys' weekend trip, unofficially on a get away from girls weekend. Dave had gotten dumped by Cheryl, I was still trying with no avail to start a relationship with Rachel, Josh had broken it off with Jill and Craig, well Craig had heard we were going camping.
I pulled up to one of my favorite camp sites, with great hiking trails and a large lake to go fishing in. I quickly put the truck into park and jumped out of the car to stretch my long legs. The others quickly followed and began unpacking the car. We hauled our gear and began pitching a tent about 300 yards from the lake. We had left early on Friday, but it was already getting dark, so we quickly made camp and began to build a fire. As night began to creep in, the fire provided light as we looked around at the other campers who had snuck away for their own weekend.
To our left were two couples who seemed to be in their early 40s and were probably looking to enjoy a weekend away from the kids. They were passing around a bottle of wine. To our right were three girls who were finishing setting up their tents, having arrived somewhat after us. Finally straight ahead of us was a single woman who, in the firelight, only revealed her silhouette. Craig had noticed that the girls would need help finishing setting up camp and got up to go offer a hand. Josh was quick to follow. Dave watched them walk off towards the girls as my eyes outlined the silhouette, trying to gauge the size of her breasts and tightness of her ass based on her shadow. My eyes then went to the three girls who were thanking Josh and Craig for driving in some stakes.
"Did you want to talk about it?"
"Im good."
I had known Dave long enough to not press any further. As a friend I felt I had to ask, but knew Dave would work things out in his own way on his own time and may or may not talk to me about it later.
"Looks like we'll need more," Dave said as he got up and pulled out more cans of beer from our cooler. He was right. Craig and Josh were herding the girls down the path towards our campfire. Dave and I held out beer to the girls as they entered our circle. We all introduced ourselves and circled around the fire. Dave sat to my right and Crystal sat to my left. Craig sat next to her and Jennifer was to his left. Josh followed then came Laura before Dave finished the circle. The girls came from a different state university about an hour away from camp, four hours from our campus. We drank beers over the next three hours getting to know each other. We jumped topics from school to movies to horror stories to sex fantasies to baby names to assassination attempts to favorite sexual positions to music to Shakespeare plays to Shakespeare characters we'd like to fuck to tattoo locations to run-ins with the law to baby names. The transitions made a lot more sense at the time. We collectively stood as the girls got up to head back to their tents to pass out. We put out our campfire and did the same.
I was the last to wake the next morning. We had made plans with the girls yesterday to go for a hike and hang out at the lake, fishing and canoeing. I stepped out of my tent and saw the girls in the distance preparing themselves for the day. I was the appointed leader as this was my favorite campground. I chose a nice easy trail that gave us good views and good hiking in a two mile path down to the lake. We continued our talk from the previous night as we walked down. Thankfully, baby names was off the repertoire and was replaced by worst professor ever nominations. Laura had nominated Dr. Dick Fuckhead. Laura pointed out it was a play on his name. His real first name was Rick but oddly his actual surname was Fuckhead. He was her current philosophy prof. He was the only philosophy teacher in history that was handing out "C"s.
"How can I get a 'C'?" Laura protested. "This isn't a history of philosophy, this is literally a class where I go in twice a week and say what I'm thinking. How can that ever be wrong?"
"Maybe he doesn't want to know what you're thinking, maybe he wants to know what you're not thinking," Josh answered.
"Shit, that's deep, I would give that an 'A+'," Craig retorted.
"With bonus points and a smiley face," Jennifer added.
"Fucking hate you guys." Laura let out.
"No, no, that's what you feel. Tell us what you don't feel," Dave quipped.
"I love you, and I want to hug you," Laura let out as she charged Dave and put her 'hug' right around Dave's neck.
"'A' for the retort, 'C' for the hug, you really need help on your technique," Dave choked as he wrestled back with her.
We reached the end of the lake. We broke off in groups. Dave was going to teach Laura to fish, hoping her technique at that would be better than her hugs. The rest of us went in two canoes out to the center of the lake. Craig and Crystal were in one canoe and Josh, Jennifer and myself were in the other one.
"Speaking of profs, I always hated Dr. Morgan," Josh said.
"Really? Her intro class was so easy," I replied.