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“That was fun,” said Julia as she helped pull the aluminum fishing boat up onto shore. “I haven’t been in a motorboat since I was little. But they’re so noisy. Getting here in a canoe is slow, but it's peaceful.”

Of the three girls I rescued from the lake the previous weekend, Julia appreciated being in the woods the most. She was also the most mature. It took all weekend for her to warm up, and then she surprised me by initiating a hungry lovemaking session at the edge of the water while her roommates, Sarah and Prisha, entertained themselves back at the tent.

We tossed our bags in the canvas tent and together lugged sacks of cement and other building supplies from the boat to the supply shelter.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Daniel,” she said, brushing strands of fine blonde hair out of her face.

“I appreciate the help,” I said. “And sorry for making you work. This was the only weekend I could borrow my friend's motorboat. Carrying building supplies in my canoe just isn't an option.”

I told Julia my construction plans for the weekend. After a year of cutting trees to clear the land, I was ready to build the cabin.

“I don’t mind,” she said. “I didn’t come here to sunbathe. I don’t know anything about construction, but I’ll help wherever I can.”

When we finished securing the supplies, we stood and stretched. We were shining with sweat and breathing hard from the exertion.

I looked at Julia, her long legs exposed by her hiking shorts, her medium-sized boobs pushing out her top.

Julia noticed me admiring her and said, “So I guess you want to fuck me now.”

“What?” I said. “Actually, I was only going to ask if you wanted to go for a swim and cool off.”

“Really?” She said, unconvinced.

I took both of her hands. “Yeah. Really. You think I invited you here just for sex?”

“Well, not only for sex...”

“Julia, I loved what we did last weekend, but I figure that was a fluke. You were caught up in the moment or something. But you really liked being here, out in nature. I like that. I like sharing what I have here with folks who appreciate it. You’re my guest. Relax and enjoy yourself. We’re supposed to be getting to know each other. Other than that and working on the cabin, I have no expectations, okay?”

Julia took that in and said, “Sorry. Guys usually want to fuck long before the ‘get to know you’ part.”

I sighed. “Yeah? Well, then we’re covered after what we did last weekend. This time, let's try it the old-fashioned way and talk to each other and do things together first?”

“That’s old-fashioned, all right. Positively Victorian. But sounds good to me.”

I cleared my throat and extended an elbow towards her. “Now that’s cleared up... Madame? I beg your pardon, but if I may be so bold as to inquire... on this exceedingly warm day, would you permit me the pleasure of your company for the briefest dip in the lake? The water looks ever so refreshing.”

Julia grinned and took my arm. Attempting an English accent, she said, “Why, how thoughtful of you to offer, kind sir. I think that would be most amenable and if I may say so, salubrious. Please allow me just a moment to don my swimming attire.”

“Of course, Madame.” I expected her to run up to the tent to change into a bathing suit. Instead, Julia stepped back and pulled off her top, revealing her bare breasts, quickly followed by her shorts. Within seconds, she stood naked, unashamed and looking at me expectantly.

I was open-mouthed. Her medium-sized breasts were breathtaking. She had trimmed the dark blonde fur between her legs since last weekend, but I was glad she hadn’t shaved completely.

“What?” she said as I stared. “You saw me naked plenty last weekend.”

I recovered enough to ask, “Did you even bring a bathing suit?”

“Sure. But I liked swimming naked last time. And you were a gentleman about it, so... why bother?”

I nodded thoughtfully. “Well, in that case, Madame... I’m most gratified for you to accept my invitation. And may I say, your choice of swimming attire is most fetching. Most fetching, indeed. Here, permit me to obtain appropriate attire for the occasion as well.”

I too stripped naked and stood before her. Julia appraised me for a moment and when I again offered her my arm, she took it, and we strolled down to the water like a scene from a pornographic Charlie Chaplin film.

We waded in and swam out into the lake. The cool water was a welcome relief from the heat of the day.

“This is great,” she said. “I’m a little nervous, though.”

“You didn’t have a problem last weekend.”

“That was at night! It’s broad daylight now. What if someone sees us?”

I grinned. “No one ever comes this far down the lake, remember? I’ve skinny dipped here for years and never been caught. And if someone saw us, so what?”

Julia swam alongside me, considering. “You’re right. So what?” She rolled onto her back and sculled with her arms, causing her breasts to break the surface. “This certainly is liberating.”

I was a strong swimmer but Julia kept up with me as we swam far into the lake and further down the shore. When we got back to the camp, I took Julia’s hand as we waded from the water.

“That was wonderful,” she said, “but now I’m freezing.”

I pulled her close and rubbed her back and naked bum. Julia’s warm body pressing against me was delightful after the cool of the lake.

“It’s a hot day. You’ll warm up soon. Come on... we can lie in the sun for a while.”

We dried off and spread our towels on the ground.

I recalled all the times I had swum with my wife and lay beside her in the same spot. Once I would have felt guilty doing the same things with someone else, but enough time had passed since she was killed. I was determined to move on. She would want me to.

We lay without talking, staring up at the clouds and enjoying the sun, the warm air and quiet sounds of nature.

After a long while lying in companionable silence, Julia said, “I should feel nervous being here.”

“Should you?”

“Going alone to the camp of some guy I just met? Anyone would think I was crazy. But somehow, I’m okay with it.” Julia propped herself up on an elbow and looked at me. “Must be that ‘connection’ you talked about.”

“I guess so. I’m no saint, but you can trust me, Julia.” Pausing, I said “Of course, that’s exactly what a serial killer would say. Maybe I’ve lured hundreds of women out here to their doom.”

Julia gave me a half smile and shook her head. “You’re not the violent type.”

I kept silent.

“I’m warm now,” she said. “Do you want to go up to the tent?”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. “The tent?”

In an English accent she said, “Kind sir, could I impose on you to accompany me to the boudoir for an hour or two of the most improper debauchery?”

I laughed. “That accent isn’t getting any better, Julia. Are you sure?”

She nodded.

“Well then, Madame,” I said, “since your temperament is amenable to such a venture, I’d be absolutely delighted. I implore you to consider though: why retire, when we have all of nature’s abundant glory to enjoy?” I swept an arm around the camp.

Julia looked shocked. “Here? But...” She paused and looked around as if to verify there was no one looking. She nodded to herself. “You’re right,” she said.

We came together and embraced, our hands exploring each other. I caressed Julia’s warm smooth body and firm breasts. I stroked her ass and between her legs as she explored me. It was leisurely and slow. Neither of us was in any hurry. Soon she was sopping wet.

Julia pulled me on top of her, but I slid down between her legs. Her trimmed blonde pussy was so pretty, and it was the first time I had seen a natural blonde up close. Julia looked down at me as I took a slow experimental lick and explored her.

“Huuh...” Julia laid back and spread her legs to give me full access to her.

I teased and played with her soft folds and clit for several minutes as Julia sighed and writhed. When I looked up, she had closed her eyes. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth hung open. One hand was absently massaging a breast while the other petted and guided my head to where she needed me.

Julia didn’t moan or flail around. Instead, she sighed and pushed herself into me as I pleasured her. When I introduced two fingers into her opening, she became more animated and her breath quickened. I kept at it until I heard a little squeak. She arched as she went over, holding my head still with both hands as she came.

I watched the lovely sight of Julia’s climax and slow recovery. I had just a twinge of pride that I could still bring a woman to orgasm that way. When Julia opened her eyes, she looked down at me and blinked.

“Was that acceptable, Madame?” I asked.

Julia nodded and pulled me up onto her. She looked at me with lidded eyes and said, “Do you want me to blow you now?”

I poked my hardness against her. “God no. I’m ready.”

“Good,” she breathed, “Because I really need to be fucked right now.”

I obliged, sliding into Julia all the way with one slow insistent stroke. The feel of her, plus the surprised delight on her face and the moan she gave nearly made me come right away. I held myself still within her until the urge passed and started fucking her slowly.

Julia breathed and panted, pushing her hips back at me each time I entered her, urging me on with her hands on my ass and legs hooked around me. She had her eyes closed and her head turned to the side, lost in her own world as I took her.

We fucked, enjoying the sensations and the sense of freedom of coupling at the edge of the lake in full daylight. The scent of the surrounding woods and sound of the breeze in the trees mingled Julia’s small moans and the scent of her arousal.

I thought of how I had no right to be doing this with this 24-year-old woman. I was 37, and a bitter old widower. Or I had been until three lively young women floated into my life. The previous weekend with Julia and the others had woken me up from my long period of grief and shame. I was determined to move on. Making love to beautiful Julia was a hell of a way to start.

Before long, my motions became irregular and more insistent as the need to come rose. Julia clung tighter and rutted back at me until I pushed into her hard and let myself go. Julia grunted and half opened her eyes at the sudden deep intrusion, and when she realized I was coming inside her, closed them again in languid satisfaction.

We lay side-by-side as we recovered, holding hands and looking at the sky.

“I think you needed that,” she said. “I know I did.”

“I’m out of practice. I hope that was okay.”

Julia chuckled. “Oh, yeah. Most guys just jackhammer away. You take your time. I get why Prisha has been gushing about you all week.”

“She has?”

“Pri hasn’t shut up about you since last weekend. It was getting annoying. I think she has a little crush on you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I thought back to her roommate Prisha: dark and lovely, gawky and shy, but courageous enough to sneak into my bed while her friends slept. I liked her immensely. If only she was as mature and as capable as Julia was. But she acted like a skittish college girl. She was too innocent. I pushed her away so I wouldn’t hurt her.

It occurred to me then that Julia reminded me of my wife. Not in her looks, but in her manner: confident, capable, and intense. Was that why I felt a connection to her? I hoped it was more than that, not a subconscious longing to duplicate what I’d lost.

There was an odd sound in the distance.

“Hear that?” I said, cocking an ear.

Julia looked around, straining to listen. “Is that... music? Singing?”

We both stood, tried to figure out where it was coming from.

“It’s getting closer,” Julia said. She paused. “Oh, shit! That’s Sarah’s voice!”

Grabbing her clothes, Julia ran up to the tent and ducked inside.

Now I could clearly hear singing:

“...for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don’t give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! A pirate’s life for me.”

I yanked on my shorts just as a canoe glided into view. Sarah was sitting in front, wearing a black tank top printed with a huge skull and crossbones. A red bandanna covered her copper hair. Prisha sat in the stern, trying to steer the canoe to shore.

Sarah waved a plastic cutlass. “Avast, Quixote, ye landlubber! Prepare to be boarded.”

I ran down to guide their boat to land. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

“We came to see you, Daniel!” said Prisha. She beamed.

“And to claim what you owe me,” said Sarah.

I grabbed the bow of the canoe and pulled it up on shore.

“Yeah?” I said. “And what do I owe you?”

“A really good fucking!” she laughed. “Last weekend you fucked everyone but me.”

Prisha covered her face in embarrassment. “Sarah, you and your filthy mouth. Daniel, you don’t owe us anything. We wanted to repay you. We’ve brought food and supplies to replace what we used last weekend and...”

“Vodka!” yelled Sarah, lifting a bottle into the air. “Good stuff. Not that cheap shit you gave us last weekend.”

I helped the girls step out of the canoe. They had another rental from the campground up the lake, like the one they had last weekend.

Sarah stretched up to kiss my cheek. “Admit it, Quixote, you bad boy... you’re happy to see me. Like my outfit?”

“Really cute, Sarah. The pirate wench look suits you.”

From my other side, Prisha also kissed me, but first she hugged my side before pulling my lips to hers.

“It’s so nice to see you again, Daniel.” Her dark eyes were shining. “I hope we’re not intruding too much.”

I hugged her. “Nice to see you too, Prisha. This is a hell of a surprise. That’s a long trip just to see me.”

Sarah was flexing her shoulders. “No kidding. Two frigging hours of driving. Another two paddling. My arms are about to fall off. Hey...”

She walked over to the motorboat and tapped it with her toe. “What’s this? Mister mountain man came here in a real boat? I am disappointed.”

Before I could respond, Julia emerged from the tent, dressed and looking angry.

Sarah gasped. “I do not fucking believe it. You absolute fucking slut! So Daniel is the sick grandmother you had to visit this weekend?”

Julia lifted her chin. “He invited me.”

Sarah whacked me with her plastic sword. “You invited HER? I’m the one left out of your little orgy last weekend, and you invite little miss frosty for more?”

I said, “I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

“She said she was taking care of her grandmother.” Sarah turned to Julia. “Too embarrassed to admit you’d be whoring it up with our mountain man, Julia?”

Julia’s face darkened, and she advanced on her friend. “God damn it, Sarah. No one invited you here!”

Prisha stepped between them and tried calming them down. I got the impression she had to do that often.

I watched the squabbling for a moment and said, “Ladies, there will be no fights at my camp, okay? You’re all friends. Calm down and work it out.”

Julia and Sarah stopped squabbling to look at me, embarrassed.

Prisha said, “We will go, Daniel. We didn’t know Julia was with you.” I caught a wounded expression before she looked away.

“Like hell,” said Sarah. “We just got here. I’m not paddling another two hours just so Julia can have her precious twat reamed out all weekend.”

Julia yelled at her friend again, so I spread my hands and said, “Keep it calm, you two. Sarah’s right... it’s a long way back. You’re here, so you’d better stay. I can run you back with the motorboat in the morning. Save you from paddling.”

Sarah and Prisha thought that was acceptable, but Julia wanted them to leave right away.

The turn of events derailed my plan of a peaceful weekend with Julia. I had to admit, though, that it was nice to see Pri and Sarah again.

“Let’s get your gear out of the canoe. You can sleep in the same room in the tent as last time.”

“And Julia?” asked Sarah, eyeing her friend. “Where is she sleeping?”

I traded glances with Julia. “Uh, we hadn’t discussed it.”

“You two sleep together,” said Julia to Sarah and Pri. “I’m staying with Daniel.”

Sarah was about to say something, but Prisha shushed her. The four of us gathered around the canoe.

They had a large cooler plus backpacks. While Sarah and Julia lugged the cooler up beside the fire pit, Prisha and I took the backpacks into the tent.

I set a pack down and as I turned, Prisha put her arms around me and pressed her head against my chest. Surprised, I held her.

“I am very surprised that Julia is here, Daniel. But I understand if you have chosen her.”

I shook my head. “This isn’t some soap opera, Pri. I haven’t ‘chosen’ anyone. Julia really liked being at the camp last weekend, and there seemed to be some spark with us, so I invited her back. That’s all. I never thought she’d keep it a secret.”

“I believe she did so because she knew it would hurt me.”

That stilted phrasing again. Her slight English accent. Her shyness. Her need. Everything about Prisha was compelling.

She looked up, wounded. “Didn’t we also have a ‘spark’, Daniel?”

I didn’t want to answer that. “You know, Pri, all this attention... from you, from all of you. After being alone for so long, it hard to know how to deal with it. Why am I so popular all of a sudden? All of you should find guys your own age, not hang around with me.”

“The guys I know my age are dreadful. Besides, once people are adults, does age matter that much?”

“I think so. Usually.”

Prisha said, “But not always. My father is ten years older than my mother. They are very happy together.”

“Pri... listen. Last weekend with you was wonderful. You are wonderful. But you don’t even know me. I’m... not a good guy.”

Prisha looked up with big, trusting eyes. “Of course you are.”

I wished she hadn’t come. I loved seeing her again, but she would be crushed if she discovered who I was.

~~~~

“We’d better check on Sarah and Julia,” I said.

The other girls were sitting on a log beside the fire pit, still having a heated discussion.

Prisha pulled my arm. “Daniel, come see what we brought you!”

She lifted the lid of their cooler. It was packed with meat, cheese, eggs, booze, strawberries and even ice cream.

Sarah ambled over and pulled out a can of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate sauce.

“For the strawberries and ice cream,” she said. “Or you know... whatever.” She grinned.

Prisha showed me a bag with camp soap, batteries, bug spray, fishing lures, suntan lotion, even razor blades. She beamed with pride explaining how she spent all week thinking of things to bring.

“This is amazing, you two. Thank you. There’s enough food here for a week, even for four people. You’ll have to take some of it back in the morning.”

Sarah stepped close and pouted, “Are you really going to kick us out in the morning? Send us home after... just... one... night?” She emphasized each word by walking her fingers up my chest, ending with her arms loose around my neck and giving me a smoldering look.

I laughed. “Sarah, do you take lessons in being slutty?”

“Don’t need ‘em. I’m blessed with a natural talent.” She grinned. “So, are you going to make us go back?”

“Ladies, as interesting as it is having you here again, once again, this isn’t a resort. I’m here to work on the cabin. There’s a lot to do if I’m to get it finished before the winter. Julia is going to help.”

“We can help too, Daniel,” said Prisha. “We would love to help. Right, Sarah?”

Sarah looked at Pri and Julia. She didn’t seem enthusiastic, but she said, “Sure. Absolutely. But only if I get to use the chainsaw.”

~~~~

I showed the girls the plans, and we got to work: pulling stumps, staking out the site and digging holes for the large cardboard tubes we would later fill with concrete for the foundation piers.

Each girl had their strengths: Julia concentrated on learning and applying herself to every task. Sarah joked around but was good at working out measurements and angles.

Prisha surprised me the most: while she approached every new task with her usual hesitancy, when she got going Prisha was relentless. She never seemed to tire and was eager to rush over and help whenever someone needed it. She also excelled at planning and coordinating our efforts. Sarah tried to take charge, but most often Prisha had a better idea of what to do next, which she delivered in a way that was at once a polite suggestion and a directive to the others.

I showed the girls how to use the chainsaw. They each took turns donning the safety gear and sawing off logs. When it was Sarah’s turn, Julia and Prisha rushed to get their phones and take pictures.

“No one will believe this,” grinned Prisha.

Julia said, “Yeah, that anyone would be stupid enough to let Sarah near a chainsaw.”

Sarah stuck out her tongue at Julia and got to work. Much to everyone’s relief, she focused on what she was doing and didn’t fool around. She had a cute habit of sticking out her tongue as she concentrated on her task.

By late afternoon, we had the site planned and marked, holes dug, and even had concrete poured and setting in some tubes. It was excellent progress, and I thanked all three for their work.

Sarah, Julia and I sat on the ground resting and gulping water, but Prisha busied herself cleaning up debris and putting things away.

“What else do you need done, Daniel?” she asked.

“Pri, relax. Sit. That’s enough for one day.”

“But I’m not tired,” she said, bobbling up and down on her heels.

“Sit down, wonder woman,” said Sarah, mopping sweat from her neck. “You’re making us look bad.”

Prisha sat close beside me and smiled, much to Julia’s annoyance.

She said, “I’ve never done things like this before, Daniel. I love it! It’s so real. So immediate. We’re actually building a house!”

I chuckled. “We have a long way to go yet, but we’ve done really well, Pri. Sure you’re not wiped out?”

Prisha beamed. “I might look fragile, but I do come from sturdy stock. My grandparents were farmers. It takes considerably more than this to make me tired.”

“Oh, stop trying to impress him,” said Julia.

Sarah said, “Hey guys, if my calculations are correct, it’s beer o’clock.”

“We didn’t bring beer,” said Prisha.

“Then it’s vodka o’clock. And aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat and get this party started. I didn’t come all this way just to be a Lumber Jill.”

“A... oh, never mind. I get it,” said Prisha.

Sarah walked down to the cooler. We watched her pull out a bottle and take a long swig. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned.

We joined her. Prisha insisted I show her how to split wood, so I fetched the ax and together we split logs while Julia glowered. Pri then helped me set the fire while Sarah and Julia got food from the cooler.

It was the most lavish meal I’d ever had camping. We ate and drank like Romans before the fall. Julia made a point of sitting beside me, and when Prisha sat on my other side, Julia possessively linked her arm through mine.

The light was fading and all of us sat for a moment watching the sun set, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

Sarah said, “You know, Daniel, you have a nice camp here, but it’s boring.”

Chuckling, I said, “What do you expect, water slides? A roller coaster?”

“Now you’re talking!” she said. “Hey... do you have any rope?”

I said, “There’s lots in the supply shelter.”

“Good,” said Julia. “We can tie Sarah to a tree and gag her to get some peace.”

“Really funny, Julia,” said Sarah. “No... come on, everyone.”

Together we got the rope and Sarah led us down to the shore. One tree at left edge of the beach angled about 20 degrees towards the water. It was one of the taller trees and made an easy landmark for finding the camp from the lake. High above, a limb jutted over the water. I had a good idea what Sarah planned.

“If we can get a rope over that branch, we’d be able to swing into the water, Tarzan-style.”

“Come on,” said Julia. “We’re not children, Sarah. We don’t need a swing.”

“You’re always little miss grumpy,” said Sarah. “Fine. You don’t have to use it.” She found a rock and tied it to the end of the rope, and then Sarah, Prisha and I took turns trying to throw it over the branch. Julia watched with disdain.

We laughed and traded insults as we each tried and failed to throw the rope high enough.

On her fourth try, Prisha tried spinning the rope like a sling. We watched it arc up and sail over the branch. Prisha flung her arms up in victory and did a little dance.

I secured the other end of the rope and tied knots in free end for handholds.

“Looks good,” said Prisha. “Now, we’d best test it to make certain it’s safe. I think if we...”

“GERONIMO!” Sarah grabbed the rope and swung herself in a long arc out over the water and plunked clothes and all into the lake.

She surfaced with a huge grin, wiping water from her eyes.

“Sarah!” yelled Prisha. “You’ve gotten your clothes wet.”

“That’s okay,” called Sarah. “I wasn’t planning on wearing them much, anyway.”

Sarah waded in closer and pulled off her pirate tank top, revealing her pale round boobs. With an effort, she wiggled out of her shorts and underwear and flung the soggy clothes to the water’s edge. She grabbed the rope and did a few more experimental swings, unconcerned by her nakedness.

“Hey boring people!” she yelled. “Your turn.” She flung the rope back towards us.

Julia caught it. “Just great,” she said. “Sarah drunk and naked. Again.”

I looked at Sarah splashing and said, “Well, if you can’t beat ‘em...” I stripped off my sweat-stained clothes, took the rope and swung out to splash down next to Sarah.

I sent the rope back to shore as Sarah put her arms around my waist. She was cool from the water but became warm as she pressed against me.

“That’s better, Quixote,” she said. “See? Without me here you’d bore yourself to death.”

“You think I’d be bored with Julia here?”

“Especially with her,” said Sarah. “She’s too serious. Hey...” Sarah pressed her boobs against me. “You’re not going to leave me hanging this weekend, are you? I guarantee you I’m better in bed than Julia. And Pri... she’s been babbling about you all week. She wants you to do her in front of the fire. Promise you’ll give her some attention. She has this fantasy about making love in front of a fire.”

“Sarah, look...”

We heard a screech. Prisha, arms and legs flailing, splashed down beside us.

She stood up in the waist-deep water, clearing water from her eyes with one hand and holding an arm across her naked breasts. Shy Prisha had stripped off her clothes to join us.

“Nice of you to drop in,” I said. The girls groaned. “Hey, someone had to say it.”

I tried not to gawk; Pri was stunning standing waist-deep in the lake, beads of water on her dusky skin glittering in the fading light.

She hunched over, clearly nervous.

I said, “Pri, you don’t have to skinny dip. Go put on a bathing suit if it makes you more comfortable.”

Prisha glanced at me and after a moment, stood straight and lowered her arm, revealing her lovely breasts with their inviting dark nipples. She pushed out her chest, inviting my gaze. Her skin tone made it difficult to tell if she was blushing, but it seemed so.

I smiled at her. “Sure you’re okay with this?”

“We did it last weekend. And I’m not going to be shy. Not with you.” She waded close and whispered, “I like when you look at me.” She gave me a quick kiss.

Glancing towards the shore, I saw Julia with her hands on her hips.

“Your turn, Julia!” I called. She shook her head and walked to the fire.

We played as it got dark, swinging on the rope, splashing and chasing each other, grabbing each other. I felt like a boy again, forgetting everything to enjoy some naughty fun.

The stars were out when Sarah leaped onto my back.

“Giddy up horsey,” she shouted. “I’m cold. Take me back to the fire.”

I was cold too, and Prisha also had goosebumps, so I lumbered out of the water with Sarah latched onto my back, pointing the way. We found towels, dried off and got dressed. Sarah had to fetch dry clothes from the tent.

“You’re all a bunch of children,” said Julia.

I took her aside. “Is everything okay, Julia?”

“You’re supposed to be with me, not prancing naked with those two.”

Why was she so irritated? “It’s just a little fun, Julia. Just like last weekend. I wish you had joined us. Come and sit down, will you?”

Julia sat beside me, her thigh pressed against mine. Prisha sat down close on my opposite side. When Julia saw this, she put her arm around me.

Sarah returned from the tent, dressed and rubbing her hair with a towel. She said, “Well, that wasn’t a water slide, but it was pretty fun. I’m surprised you like things so quiet, Dan. You’re a pretty exciting guy.”

“Think so?”

“I know so, ‘Daniel.’ I looked you up. You’re Dan Johnston.”

I sighed. I knew it could come up, and I had a good idea how it would play out. I had been through it enough times.

Julia looked pensive. “Why is that name familiar?”

Sarah glanced at me slyly. “About four or five years ago he was all over the news when he got arrested.”

Julia looked at me, concerned. “Why were you arrested?”

Sarah said, “He almost beat a guy to death.”

I said, “You make me sound like a thug, Sarah. If you looked me up, you know the real story.”

Sarah said, “A guy got drunk and smashed into Daniel’s wife. Then...”

I said, “...she was in intensive care for days. They did everything they could, but the injuries were too severe. After she was gone, there was a hearing for the guy. He never admitted fault. Blamed her, even though he was so drunk he could barely stand when police found him at the scene.”

“That’s horrible,” said Julia. “So...”

I said, “I waited until the bastard got out on bail. I wanted to punch him in his smug face. Just once. And I did. But... I kept going.”

“They had to pull Dan here off of the guy,” said Sarah. “It was a hell of a beating. The guy was in hospital for a while.”

Julia said, “Okay... I remember something about that. There was an outrage because the guy killed someone once before driving drunk, and he got off. Then some guy beat him up. That was you?”

I said, “The first person he hit lived, but wound up in a wheelchair. The guy only got a fine and suspended sentence that time.”

“So you went to jail for assault?” asked Prisha.

“It was more than assault. But the judge was sympathetic. First offense. I got time served, probation, and community service. Then I lost my job, the guy sued me for damages... I lost our house. Pretty much everything.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me any of this?” said Julia.

I said, “It’s not the first thing out of my mouth when I meet people, Julia. If it looked like things were working out between us, of course I would have told you. In fact, I’m surprised you didn’t look me up on line.”

“I poked around,” said Julia. “But Sarah’s a lot better at the Internet than me.” She glared at Sarah. “And you didn’t say anything until now?”

Sarah made a face. “Hey, I only just found out before we came out here. Besides, I didn’t know you were sneaking off to have a secret fuck fest with our man.”

Julia stood up and faced the fire. Prisha also stood and moved away from me.

Sarah said, “It’s exciting, huh? Who would have guessed our quiet mountain man is actually one dangerous dude?”

Julia turned to face us, arms across her chest. “Exciting? It’s awful. Disgusting. What happened is awful, and what he did.”

“Hey,” said Sarah, “the guy completely deserved it.”

“No,” I said. “He deserved justice, not what I did to him. I should have been stronger. Let the courts deal with him. But losing her and seeing that smug bastard in court... I was weak. I lost my mind.”

“I have to go home,” said Julia. She looked at her companions. “In fact, we all need to get out of here.”

“Oh, fuck that,” said Sarah. “You do what you want. I don’t have any problem with what Dan did. I’m not leaving. What about you, Pri?”

Prisha had her lips pressed together. She was hunched over holding an elbow. She looked at Julia and Sarah. She did not look at me.

“I’m... I don’t...” she stammered.

Julia said, “Pri, we need to leave. He’s a criminal. A violent criminal.”

Sarah said, “Don’t be so dramatic, Julia. Anyone can snap. It’s not like he goes around delivering beat downs for a living.”

I watched Prisha. She cast her eyes to me quickly. The anguish in them was heartbreaking. She looked away and to my horror, ran out into the darkness.

“Shit,” said Sarah. “Pri, come back here.” She ran after her friend.

Julia shot me a look. “Is that why you come out here? To hide from your criminal past? Take us back. Right now. We can’t be here with someone like you.”

“Okay,” I sighed. “If that’s what you want. We can’t go in the dark, though. We have to wait until daylight.”

Julia said, “Fine. Then I’m going to bed. You stay away from me. Everyone else can do whatever the hell they want.” She strode away to the tent.

I sat poking at the fire with a stick. Suddenly, being alone again didn’t seem so bad.

Julia surprised me. I expected she would understand. She was the mature one. Or maybe my judgment was clouded. I suppose three lively beautiful girls dropping into my life could do that.

Clouded judgment. Yeah. I shouldn’t have become involved with them. I should have stayed aloof last weekend and sent the girls back the next morning. No one would have found out about me. No one would have been hurt.

Hurting Prisha stung most of all. I hated letting her down. I hated seen such pain in her eyes.

But Prisha was also not what I thought. She wasn’t as delicate as she first seemed. She was capable and strong, passionate and fun loving. While it was stupid to imagine having a relationship with someone so wonderful, I felt ashamed that I wasn’t what she thought.

Sarah returned, alone, and sat beside me.

“How’s Pri?” I asked.

“Upset. Didn’t want to talk. I guess I should have kept my mouth shut, huh? I thought they’d be excited. I wasn’t expecting a reaction like that.”

“It’s all right, Sarah. Everyone finds out eventually.”

“Well, I think it’s really cool,” said Sarah. “I know guys who’ve done a lot worse for a lot less reason. For a tragic back story, it’s not so bad.” She smiled. “Anyway, don’t worry about them. Julia’s always miss prim and proper. I don’t even know why you invited her back here. And Pri... she gets emotional, but she might come around.”

I kept poking at the fire.

Sarah slid close and said, “And if not... well, did you know bad boys turn me on?” She waggled her eyebrows comically.

I shook my head and chuckled. “Gee, I never would have guessed that about you.”

“I know, right?” Sarah grinned and then became serious. “Dan... Daniel... I know I’m not your type or anything. And you’re not mine. We can still have fun though, right? Sometimes it’s good just to have a little fun with someone you like. Blow off steam, find some comfort, without all the emotional stuff.”

Sarah was right: we weren’t each other’s type. She’d find me boring, and I’d find her exhausting. I still liked her a lot. In small doses, Sarah was delightful. Plus with her naughty spirit, her lush little body and impish freckled face, she was sexy as hell.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just having fun is good sometimes.”

“I’m glad,” she said, “Because you owe me. And I haven’t fucked a convicted criminal in almost four months.”

“Sarah, you really are something,” I said, laughing.

“Oh, she is, Daniel. You have absolutely no idea.”

It was Prisha, standing at the edge of the fire light. She walked over and sat on my other side.

Sarah leaned around me. “So, Pri... everything okay?”

Prisha nodded noncommittally.

I looked at her. “I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you, Pri. I wanted to spare you that. Anyway, I’ll take everyone back first thing in the morning.”

“But I don’t want to leave, Daniel.”

“Huh? You don’t want to be around someone like me, Pri. I told you: I’m not a good person.”

“Aren’t you? I don’t know about that. I’ve known some terrible people. For example, most of Sarah’s boyfriends...”

“Hey!” said Sarah, making a face.

“...and one or two of mine. But do not see that in you. I wish you hadn’t beaten that man. It was wrong, but I understand how you could do it.”

I processed that. I said, “So why did you run away just then?”

Prisha took a breath. “Because my heart is breaking for you, Daniel. For your loss. For being so broken to do what you did. It’s all dreadful. And I... I did not want you to see me crying.”

She hugged herself against my arm. After a time, she lifted her head and looked around. “Where’s Julia?”

“She went to the tent. She wants to leave first thing in the morning.”

“Oh. I’ll go talk to her. Perhaps I can fix things between you and her.” She stood.

Sarah said, “Are you nuts? You want this guy more than anything, and you’re gonna try to get him back together with Julia?”

Prisha shrugged. “He invited her here, not me.”

I took her hand. “Pri, if Julia wants to go back, she should. It turns out she’s not exactly the person I thought. I was impulsive inviting her here. I should have got to know her better.” I stood and pulled Prisha to me. “Like I should have got to know you.”

Prisha’s eyes searched mine, questioning.

I said, “We’ll take Julia back in the morning. Would you stay with me another day, Pri?”

Prisha’s face lit up with a heart-melting smile. “Oh, I should very much like that, Daniel.” She squeezed me tight.

I said, “I’m sorry for being distant, Pri. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You need to get to know me better. I’m not some fainting flower.”

“I know that now,” I said. “You could be wrong about me though.”

She nodded. “Of course. Just as I might not be as you think, either. Won’t it be fun to find out?”

Loud retching noises from Sarah interrupted our embrace. “You two sweethearts are gonna make me barf. Pri... if you don’t kiss him right now, I’m gonna drag him into the woods and fuck his brains out.”

Prisha gasped and was about to say something, but she turned back to me. Her expression was hesitant but hungry. She nearly knocked me off my feet when she grabbed me and pulled me into a loving kiss.

We embraced and kissed, our hands roaming over each other. I ran my fingers though her dark hair and down her back to grasp her bum. We didn’t talk; Prisha’s dark, shining eyes said everything.

We stood in front of the fire, kissing, holding each other, and looking into each other’s eyes. Sarah appeared behind Prisha. With a naughty look, she started pulling off Prisha’s top.

Prisha grabbed onto her top. “Good Lord, Sarah!”

“It’s time to get this party started for real,” said Sarah. She wrestled Prisha’s top away, exposing her breasts. Sarah then gestured behind us.

However long Prisha and I were lost in each other’s arms was enough time for Sarah to fetch a sleeping bag from the tent. She had unzipped it and spread it out in front of the campfire.

Sarah stretched up and kissed Prisha’s shoulder from behind. She said, “You wanted to make love in front of the fire, remember?” Then she pulled off Prisha’s shorts, leaving her naked.

Prisha’s instinct was to cover herself, but when she saw me admiring her, again she dropped her hands to let me look.

“You’re so lovely, Pri,” I said. Prisha beamed.

Not to be outdone, Sarah undressed herself in a flash. She guided Prisha to lie on the sleeping bag and then lay beside her. The contrast was spectacular: Prisha dark, tall and thin, Sarah short, pale and ample. I knelt down and lay between them.

Sarah pushed me towards her friend, but Prisha looked over at Sarah and said, “He owes you. You should be with him first.”

Sarah shook her head. “You need it more. Besides, I want to watch you with him.”

Prisha’s mouth fell open. “We’ve never done that.”

“I know. It’ll be fun.” Sarah grinned.

I said, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Nope,” said Prisha, with a grin.

“Yeah, mind your own business,” said Sarah, also grinning.

Prisha guided me on top of her. Her dark pussy lips were peeking from between her legs, wet with readiness and looked vulnerable with my hardness pointed at her. I stroked her gently with my hand then positioned myself and tentatively pushed just inside.

Prisha gasped as I stretched her open. We worked together slowly and soon she had me completely inside her.

Last weekend when she sneaked into my bed, it was too dark to see her. I could only feel her wrapped around me, hear her moans, smell her scent. This time all that was the same, but now could see each other.

She was smiling.

“Why are you smiling?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Happy, I guess.” Then, still smiling, she said, “Fuck me Daniel. Take me. Do anything you want to me. I’m yours.”

What an invitation. I growled and started fucking her forcefully. She wrapped her legs around me, offering herself completely.

Prisha’s eyes never once left mine as we mated. A few times, I saw her lose focus as pleasure overtook her, but she kept her gaze locked on mine the entire time we were coupling.

Earlier, Julia had been off in her own world as I fucked her. It gave the impression that I could have been anyone. Prisha was the opposite. She was completely with me. She gazed back as if I was the only person in the world, as if she was looking into my soul and was perfectly at peace with what she saw there.

It was too much. Before I completely lost rational thought, I rutted into Prisha at different angles and different speeds, kissing her lips, her neck, massaging her breasts, seeking what she enjoyed the most. When she started those little “uh, uh, uh” grunts of delight again, that was it: I went over the edge, filling her with powerful jets of come.

Afterward, we lay there, still connected, stroking each other as we recovered. When I rolled off, Prisha rolled with me and molded her warm body against my side, grinding herself against my leg.

I heard Sarah say, “Holy shit, you guys. That was beautiful.”

Prisha and I blinked at each other and turned toward Sarah.

“I nearly came just from watching you. Pri, are you okay?”

“Oh... yes. God yes.”

Sarah lay down on my other side. “Quixote, you bad boy. Who would have thought an old guy like you could fuck like that. But Pri... you didn’t come, did you?”

Pri shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” She snuggled against me. “I’m more than okay.”

Sarah pushed my arm and made a face. “Just like a man. Only wants to get his rocks off. Never thinking about the woman.”

Sarah slid herself across me, pushing Prisha onto her back and getting between her legs. “I’ll take care of you, Pri.”

Prisha looked shocked. “Sarah, no! He’s watching. Besides, I’m... his stuff is inside me.”

With a serious expression, Sarah said, “Really? I’d better check.” She positioned her face between Prisha’s legs and spread her dark pussy lips.

“Ooo,” said Sarah, “You’re right. Typical guy. Makes a mess and leaves it for a woman to clean up.” Sarah took a long lick of Prisha and smiled up at us both.

“God, Sarah! Stop. That’s so gross!”

Sarah grinned. “I always wanted to try this,” she said. “eat you after a guy has had you,” she said. “Just relax, Pri. I know how you like it.” She put face back down.

Prisha gasped and held Sarah’s head, arching her back and writhing. When I took her hand, Prisha looked away. “Oh, don’t watch!” she said.

I smiled. “You look lovely, Pri. Maybe I should join Sarah. Get some tips on what you like.”

Prisha gasped. “Oh, God! I’d just die.”

“Play with her boobs,” suggested Sarah before returning to her task.

“Would you like that, Pri?” I asked. “I would.”

Pri looked at me wide-eyed, then bit her lip and gave me a slow nod.

I massaged, stroked and sucked Prisha’s delicious dark breasts. Prisha stroked my head and held my face close to her chest with one hand, and with the other held Sarah’s face to her below. She was moaning and sighing, twisting and lifting her hips as Sarah and I pleasured her.

I alternated between attending to Prisha’s breasts and kissing her. Sarah seemed to be edging her friend: getting her near the peak then backing off before starting Prisha up the slope again. Prisha’s moans became louder and her motions less controlled each time.

When Sarah finally let Prisha come, the torment scrunched up on her face became open-mouthed joy. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around Sarah’s torso, cried out and shoved my face against her so hard my bones creaked. It was a full body experience for Prisha, and she wasn’t quiet or reserved about it in any way.

I held her as she slowly became aware of the world again. Sarah sat up on her knees, looking proud of herself.

“Isn’t that the sweetest thing you ever saw?” Sarah said. “See why I like doing that to her?”

“So... how much for lessons?” I asked.

“Hmm.” Sarah stroked her chin, still slick from Prisha. “I dunno if it’s even possible for a guy to learn. Girls are just better at it.”

Prisha had flung an arm over her eyes. “Would you two please stop?” she said. “I am completely mortified.”

I kissed her cheek. “You were beautiful, Pri. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

The three of us lay down together. I had an angel on one side of me and an imp on the other.

We talked and enjoyed being together until Sarah absently reached down and started playing with my dick.

“So,” she said, “how long does it take old guys to recover?” She gave me a few experimental strokes, and I began to harden.

“Ooo, Pri. I think I’m getting his attention.”

Prisha looked down to see what Sarah was doing and shook her head.

“I think it’s finally my turn,” said Sarah. “Pri... would you like to warm me up?” She spread her legs and lifted her eyebrows.

Prisha covered her eyes. “Sarah, you’re shameless. I’d just die if he saw me doing that.”

“Fine,” said Sarah. “Then I guess it’s up to you, Quixote. Want to show me what you think you know?”

I looked at Prisha. She was still embarrassed, but she said, “Go on. She’s been frustrated all week. You do owe her.”

I slid down between Sarah’s legs. Her bald pussy was pink and looked delicious. I looked at Prisha once more. She nodded encouragement.

Sarah said, “The clitoris is at the top, Quixote, just in case you need some guid... ooooh, fuuuck!”

Pressing two fingers into her, I gently nipped her clit with my lips. She seemed to enjoy that, so I started exploring Sarah further.

“What does she like most, Pri? You’re the expert.”

“I’m not an expert! I just help her sometimes. But... she is very sensitive. Be gentle. Tease her a lot. Then go all out. It drives her crazy.”

“Don’t... you... help him,” gasped Sarah as she wriggled and pushed my face hard into her.

I followed Prisha’s guidance. She propped herself on an elbow, watching and offering more tips. Sarah was remarkably sensitive, and it was easy to overdo it. I played with her, toying with her, trying different things. To my surprise, Prisha propped Sarah up on her lap and watched me while she massaged her friend’s round boobs and toyed with her nipples.

After a long while of Sarah twisting, moaning and cursing, she gasped, arched and froze, pushing my face into her hard as she came.

I held still, careful not to overstimulate her as her orgasm washed through her. Prisha smiled as she watched her friend come.

“Okay,” panted Sarah as she recovered. “Not bad for a guy.” She looked down at me with lidded eyes. “Now get up here and fuck me.”

Prisha said, “Sarah! What’s the magic word?”

Sarah glanced at her friend in surprise and laughed.

“Please fuck me, Daniel? Pretty please? Right fucking now?”

Prisha’s eyes were shining with lust and anticipation. She reached under my arm and urged me up to lay between Sarah’s spread legs.

“Well hi again, Quixote,” said Sarah with a loopy grin. “No stopping this time, okay? I don’t care if we get attacked by a bear. And don’t be gentle. I want to really feel it. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

I lined up and eased my way into her hot little body.

Sarah gave a guttural groan as she felt me entering her. “That’s it. That’s good.” She clamped her hands on my ass and raised her legs. She urged me to put them over my shoulders.

Sarah reached out to her friend. Prisha held it and watch me begin fucking Sarah.

“Oh God, Pri,” breathed Sarah. “It’s been too long since I had a guy. It’s sooo fucking good.”

She was warm and snug and watched me with lidded eyes and a little smile as I took her. Sarah panted, grunted and bucked, not shy that Prisha was watching or embarrassed by her wanton responses.

After several minutes, I pulled out. Sarah moaned in frustration and tried to pull me back to her, but I guided her to turn over onto her front and then pulled up on her hips. She got the message. Sarah stuck her ass up and rested her head on her arms. Her pussy peaked from between her legs. I lined up and slid back into her.

Sarah’s head came up as I entered her, then she rested it again. I held her hips and began fucking her again.

Prisha watched us in rapt attention, wistful excitement on her face. She caught my eye and said quietly, “Fuck her hard. Make her grunt.” Prisha immediately covered her mouth, as surprised as I was she had said such filthy words.

I grinned and started taking Sarah forcefully. Sarah huffed, moaned, and pushed back at me. Prisha stroked her friend’s back and hair while Sarah spread her arms in front of her to stop being driven into the ground.

By the end of it, Sarah was grunting and panting and swearing as she urged me to fuck her hard. Prisha again surprised me when she reached under her friend to glide two fingers over her clit.

“Come for him, Sarah,” she breathed. “Come for me.”

Sarah bucked back into me hard and gave a long low moan as she began clenching inside. A few more thrusts and I joined her in orgasm, pumping her full of everything I had left.

Sarah gave a short moan when felt me coming and angled her hips to drive me deeper inside. Mindless bliss overtook me as I filled her.

We wound up lying on the sleeping bag. I was spooned behind Sarah with Prisha lying facing her friend, stroking her hair and watching her catch her breath.

“Well, Quixote,” panted Sarah “For an old man, you joust pretty good. I see why Pri likes you.”

Prisha looked at me, radiating happiness. She said, “Thank you for tending to Sarah, Daniel. She was feeling so left out after last weekend.”

Last weekend Prisha thanked me for fucking her. Now she thanked me for fucking her friend. Was she really so selfless? Could I ever live up to someone as wonderful as she seemed to be?

I recalled Prisha’s words from earlier as we embraced by the fire:

“Won’t it be fun to find out?”