"Seriously," Rebecca laughs, ducking her head in mock-embarrassment. "You've been driving me crazy this whole trip."
"Oh, yeah right." I nudge her again with my shoulder, but she leans into the touch, this time. We're both still naked by the water's edge, and Sam and Mel are still wrestling just a little ways beyond us... but suddenly, it feels like it's just the two of us. She looks at me, cheeks flushed.
"When I sucked your tits yesterday..." Her voice is a whisper, as though it's some kind of secret and the four of us aren't completely alone in the campground. "It was like... bliss. I'm serious."
I'm starting to think that maybe she isn't joking. At least not completely. My eyes, unbidden, flick down the length of her exposed body. Her soft shoulders, her boobs--so smooth and lush--down the sculpted curves of her belly, all the way to the tops of her hips before the water swallows everything else.
I've never really looked at her like this before. Obviously, last night, I watched her and Mel fucking together--I even got off on it--but I've never looked at her for me. I've never looked at her with the idea that maybe she and I could have something, or do something. We've known each other for years... years! And never, never has something like this come up before. Is it just the excitement and heat of our sex-fuelled camping trip with Sam and Mel? Maybe... yet somehow, I'm starting to doubt it.
"If you keep looking at me like that," Rebecca whispers. "I'm going to have to do something about it."
I bite my lips, thinking what that might mean for us--what it would really mean. Would it just be fucking, like with Sam and Mel? Or would it be something more, due to our long friendship? And even more than that... did I want it to be anything more?
"Want to get out of here?" She whispers, damp hair brushing my shoulders. "Just to talk, even?"
"Okay." I agree. Just to talk. That was it--right? But then why was my heart racing, all of a sudden?
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We don't go back to Sam's tent; we retreat to the tent we'd initially planned to share. It's smaller, more intimate... but that doesn't feel like a bad thing. We're friends, after all. We each take seats across from each other. We're still naked, but at this point it doesn't matter anymore; and besides, I have no clue where Sam tossed my clothing.
Rebecca smiles at me, crossing her legs and all innocence. I make an honest effort not to look at her pussy lips as they spread apart--I really do. Even with just a quick glance though, I catch the way her full lips open invitingly, and for a breath, I even think I catch sight of her clit. Longing springs up inside of me as if from nowhere. Oh no...
"Some camping trip, huh?" Rebecca asks. I nod, laughing to expel some of the nervous energy inside me. I don't know why I'm nervous... this is Rebecca, for God's sake! "I never thought I'd know what you sound like when you cum."
"Rebecca!" My laugh is more genuine this time, but she isn't wrong. We've camped together before, and though she's occasionally found partners for herself and I've had to listen to everything--it's never been the other way around.
"Would you think it was slutty if I said you're really hot when you cum...?"
"Of course not. I'm the one who finger fucked myself to you last night."
Rebecca huffs a laugh, but it's breathless.
"It was beyond hot. The way your mouth opened when you looked at me and came, like you were barely containing a scream."
I shift, unsure of what to do from this point on. Her words are making me want to forget all the reasons why we shouldn't do anything. Rebecca smiles reassuringly.
"Don't worry about it," She says, then crawls onto her knees. "Why don't I just give you a massage? Obligation-free." She gives the best massages, so I nod.
My heart is still racing in my chest as my friend settles herself behind me and starts massaging me. Almost immediately, she pulls a groan from me. I never knew that two days of straight sex would make me so sore.
