Janice and I had decided to go camping one weekend. I'm Meredith, more commonly known as Merry. Jan and I are a somewhat mismatched couple and it surprised people to find out that we were best friends.
I'm your average young woman. I'm eighteen, nearly nineteen, and I like boys, shopping, and camping. My figure isn't bad and my features are fair. So is my hair, but just an average fairness. I look the outdoor type and people don't get a surprise when they see me out camping.
Jan on the other hand is a bird of paradise to my blue wren. She has a figure, all natural, that would make a porn-star drool with envy and any male who sees her drool with lust. Her hair is also blonde, but platinum blonde. Remember Kelly Bundy and her fair hair? That's Jan, but a natural colour. She's the blonde that other blondes try to emulate. People see her out camping and look for the film set.
It was Spring, the weather was fine, and we had a long weekend, so why not go camping. Fresh air, exercise, commune with nature, and all that sort of stuff. We left immediately after work on the Friday, having prepacked all our stuff so all we had to do was get in the car and go.
We arrived at the national park with plenty of time to hike in nice and deep and find a nice secluded spot. We found this nice clearing that gave us ample room to pitch our tent and lay out our stuff. Enough room for the pair of us but not so much room that someone else would want to pitch their tent. There was a small fire-pit and some available wood, along with signs about fire danger and make sure you put that fire out. Not really a problem at this time of the year, what with everything being damp from the winter rains. Also in the centre of our little camping site was the stump of a tree, sawn off at a height of about two feet. Perfect for us to sit on or use as a little table.
It was getting quite late by the time we had everything arranged the way we like it, so we had some dinner and retired for the night. I always sleep well when camping. We were up bright and early the next morning to greet another lovely day.
We had some breakfast and spent the day hiking and bird watching, returning to the camp in the evening, pleasantly tired and hungry. After dinner we were just sitting around on the grass drinking coffee, too lazy to do anything else. We were just chatting away, discussing nothing must at all and doing it in great detail.
When there was this crunching sound of something big coming through the bushes we both jumped, looking to see what was going on. I'll tell you this, I nearly wet myself when this giant shambling figure lurched out of the woods and stood in the camping area. Jan gave a little squeak and I knew she was no better off than I was.
"Evening, ladies," rumbled this really deep voice. "Any chance of some coffee?"
Figuring that bears don't chat up their victims before devouring them I took a closer look and found that I was looking at this huge man in dark clothing. I looked him over carefully and, next to me, Jan was doing the same thing. We looked at each other and nodded, and Jan said, "Sure. We've just made a fresh pot. Help yourself."
Looking him over we were able to draw a number of conclusions. First, although he was huge, well over six foot and beefy with it, he was also clean. What we could see of his hands and face were clean. He had a lot of hair at first glance but this resolved into hair of a decent length and a full beard, with both the hair and beard looking clean and brushed.
His clothes, although untidy, seemed looked after, and most important, he didn't smell. What breeze there was, was blowing from him to us, and the only smell I picked up was a touch of pine.
He produced a large tin mug, which had been hanging from his belt, and I was gratified to note that it was clean, as well. Obviously he was a man who took care of himself and his things. Somehow it made him seem a lot more civilised.
He sat on the stump and drank his coffee and made a few observations about hiking tracks we could follow. He wasn't actually talking much, seeming to be content to enjoy the coffee and a little company. I have no idea why I started to feel uneasy. I just did. I flicked a glance at Jan and she had this little frown on her face. Something told me she wasn't too happy either.
Finishing his coffee he placed the mug on the ground next to the stump and looked at us.
"Come here," he said, and his voice was a soft growl, and I could tell from the way he was looking at us just what was on his mind. Hell, we might as well have been naked. He was looking at us as if we were and he was busy choosing his treat for the night.
Jan and I looked at each other, both of us a little pale. What the hell did we do now?
I heard him sigh.
"I said, come here. Don't make me come and get you."
Well, obviously he meant Jan. I mean, who's going to ask for hamburger when there's prime steak available? From the look on Jan's face she knew it as well. She looked at me and swallowed nervously. There was nothing I could do but shrug. Really, try to fight and he'd make mince-meat of the pair of us. Running? Where to? He'd probably catch us before we even got out of the campsite. Jan rose to her feet slowly, her reluctance plain in her every movement.
"Not you, dolly-bird," he growled. "You."
Jan hastily sat down, looking relieved. Now it was my turn to reluctantly stand up. I looked at Jan and this time it was her turn to shrug. Now I was swallowing nervously as I walked over to him.
"What?" I asked.
He had the gall to laugh at me.
"You know damn well what," he said.
I wear yoga pants when I go for a hike. They're comfortable and don't chafe in the wrong places. Now I was wishing I'd been wearing jeans and a chastity belt.
I stood there waiting to see what he would do while my every instinct was to turn around and run for the hills. He must have been reading my mind.
"Don't even think of running," he told me. "You, dolly-bird, you make sure you just stay seated there. You can watch your friend have some fun."
Oh, yes. Fun, I don't think.
He pulled open his coat and I could see he'd already unzipped and his intentions were clear. I was quite horrified at the size of his intentions.
"You have got to be kidding me," I mumbled, and he just grinned.
