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October 21st-22nd, 2016

“We want to go camping,” Mitch said to Tracy one evening in late September. He and his wife, Misty, were visiting Tracy and Becca, and all four of them were watching a movie together in the living room.

“You two go camping all the time,” Tracy returned, “what’s stopping you?”

“No,” Mitch replied. “We want all of us to go camping,” he explained. “Me and Misty, you and Becca, Heather and Katie. All six of us.”

Tracy assumed an intrigued expression. “That’s an interesting idea,” she admitted. “We’ve never done that before.”

“Not with all six of us there,” Mitch agreed.

Tracy nodded and turned her attention to Becca. “You wanna go?”

Becca smiled. “Absolutely. I’ll be honest, I never, ever thought I would like camping until the first time we went out there with you two. It’s just so peaceful.” She closed her eyes as if remembering. “As long as we don’t go when it’s hot.”

“I’ll talk to Heather and see what she says,” Tracy offered. “Fall break is coming up in October. That would be a good time for those of you who are teachers.”

Mitch nodded in agreement. “That’s sort of what we were thinking. Misty’s birthday is that week.” He paused and put a hand to the side of his mouth. “She’s turning forty!” he whispered loudly.

Misty punched him.

“So, that weekend would be good for Heather and Katie, Misty and I, but can the two of you get off?” Mitch asked. “Weather should be cooled off by then too,” he added.

Becca nodded. “I can pretty much get off work whenever I need to,” she told them.

“Won’t be a problem here, either,” Tracy added. “So, that sounds like a good weekend.”

“I suppose somebody should ask the other two if they want to go,” Becca said with a laugh.

“Oh, they will,” Tracy said. “I can talk Heather into anything.”

Tracy picked up her phone and in just a matter of a few seconds, Heather and Katie had agreed to a camping trip over fall break.

“She said she’d talk to her parents about using our spot but she doesn’t think it’ll be an issue,” Tracy relayed. “I think more than anything, she just wants to make sure her dad doesn’t come out there for some reason while we’re all there.”

“Good thinking,” Mitch agreed. “Between Heather’s dad and myself, we keep the place pretty well-maintained. Last time Misty and I were there, things looked great.”

As September passed into October, anticipation amongst the little group of friends began to build. They started making preparations, thinking of anything and everything they might need for a two or three-day camping experience. Heather and Katie made a list of food items they could bring. Mitch and Misty were in charge of supplying the tents (they had plenty of different shapes and sizes), while Tracy and Becca volunteered to purchase all of the various beverages they might want to consume.

The big day finally arrived. They’d made plans to depart sometime Friday afternoon, and stay Friday evening through Saturday, Saturday night, and pack up and head home sometime Sunday. They loaded tents, clothes, ice chests full of food and drinks, and six people into two different vehicles and headed out.

It was a short drive to the camping area. Tracy hadn’t been there for quite some time and was surprised at how much work they had done. Through an arrangement with Heather’s father, the group had set the area up for camping purposes several years ago. It was a piece of pasture near a fairly large pond. The grassy area sat down in a valley far from the highways and roads. A perfectly secluded spot where they were guaranteed that absolutely no one would bother them. A grove of trees surrounded the pond on three sides, providing a scenic backdrop, as well as wood for fires.

They had cleared away and leveled a large spot for tents and set up a campfire area as well. A fire pit in the center ensured that the flames stayed where they were supposed to. For seating, a ring of park benches circled the fire pit. Two picnic tables for eating, card playing, or playing other games, sat off to one side. The grass was well manicured, the pond was stocked full of catfish, and not a sound could be heard except the rustling of the leaves in the trees.

“I see Dad came out and mowed for us,” Heather commented as she stepped out of the vehicle.

“What about the cattle?” Becca asked. “Do we have to worry about them?”

“No calves in this pasture right now,” Heather answered. “So, we should be good.”

The next hour was spent unpacking and setting up tents. Mitch had brought three tents big enough for two people, plus one much larger tent that all six of them could be in comfortably, just in case it started raining, or whatever.

They needn’t worry about rain, though. The weather was perfect, a rarity for that part of the country, where there might be five or six days a year when it’s actually comfortable to be outside. The air was cool and crisp, but far from being cold. The skies were clear, which allowed them to watch a beautiful sunset and enjoy a perfect evening in the twilight hours.

They roasted hotdogs over the fire for supper that evening, skewering the dogs on long sticks. After they’d eaten, they whiled away their time, chatting around the fire, sharing stories, and drinking beer.

“Jeez,” Katie said, after finishing her third bottle. “Twenty years ago, I’d have been able to drink six or seven of these by now.”

“Hell,” Becca added, “even eight or nine years ago, I could have finished off a six-pack by now.”

“Ugh,” Tracy said. “Does that mean we’re getting old?”

Heather jokingly put her hands to her ears. “Don’t say that word, I don’t want to hear it.”

Becca had brought a guitar with her. She’d started learning how to play after she turned thirty. Most people would have given up on such a new hobby after just a few attempts. But not Becca. She’d stuck with it, using an instructional book at first and then consulting videos on YouTube. Now, nine years later, she had become quite good.

She began strumming the tune to a familiar folk song. One that they’d all sung before. One they all liked.  She sang the first verse alone.

“That song’s in Friday the 13th,” Mitch observed, “and we’re out in the middle of the woods. Are you trying to summon a hockey-mask wearing, machete-wielding maniac?”

“But Jason wasn’t the villain in Friday the 13th,” Becca pointed out as she strummed. “His mom was.”

“So, maybe we need to be looking out for a crazy woman in a light blue sweater,” Heather joked.

Tracy, Heather, Katie, and Misty joined in as Becca started the next verse.

As Becca strummed, Tracy watched the firelight dance through her eyes. Katie rested her head in Heather’s lap while Heather caressed and tickled Katie’s tummy. Misty was sitting with her back to Mitch as he massaged her shoulders.

Tracy finished off a bottle of beer and went to the ice chest to fetch another. She listened to Becca strum at the guitar and looked up at the gorgeous half-moon shining in the sky. She twisted open the bottle and took a healthy swallow from it. The small forest surrounding her did remind her of all those horror movies they used to watch. Instead of making her scared, it warmed her with fond memories of growing up with Heather and Mitch. They’d been friends for so long.

They sang the chorus once more, finishing the song properly. Tracy noticed that Mitch’s massage had become much more sensual and Misty was starting to enjoy it. Katie’s head was still in Heather’s lap, but Heather’s hand had moved from Katie’s tummy to the waistline of Katie’s jeans.

As Becca finished playing, she set her guitar down beside her. “Anyone know a good ghost story?” she asked as she jumped up to snag another drink for herself.

“Are you kidding,” Heather answered. “Four of us are teachers. I’m pretty sure every school in America is haunted.”

Misty nodded in agreement. “There’s been a lot of energy expended in those buildings. A lot of worry, a lot of fear, a lot of happiness, a lot of tears.”

“I remember my first year of teaching,” Heather began. “I had to stay up at school really late, every night, just trying to keep my head above water.” She paused and glanced at the others. “You all remember what it was like, just trying to stay one day ahead of the class and all that.”

They all nodded in agreement.

“Well, one night I was up there pretty late. I promise you, I was the only one in the building.” Heather paused for a moment, acknowledging each of the people sitting around the fire. “I was sitting there at my desk, trying to get some papers graded and the intercom came on. It stayed on for a while and I thought I could hear someone on the other end—breathing, or moving around, a rustling type sound.” She paused again and took a sip from her beer. “Then, music started playing. The song was ‘Hard to Handle’ by the Black Crowes.”

Misty and Katie both laughed. “Seriously?” Katie asked, incredulously.

“At least the ghost had good taste in music,” Becca quipped.

Heather stared into the fire for dramatic effect, before continuing. “It didn’t stay on for very long. Just a few seconds, then it was off again.”

“What did you do?” Misty asked.

Heather laughed. “What do you think I did? I picked up all my shit and got out of the damn building as fast as I could.”

“Well, I’ve never had anything quite like that happen,” Mitch joined into the conversation. “But, schools are spooky places at night, there’s no denying that.”

Everyone in the group agreed with this sentiment.

“There were times when I would be sitting at my desk—after everyone else had left—and I’d hear lockers open and shut in the hallways.” He paused and shrugged. “Then, I’d go out in the hall to see who was there and the hallway was empty.”

“Wow,” Becca commented.

“That happened more than once too,” Mitch added.

Misty, who was still receiving a massage from her husband, said, “Well, this happened before you started teaching there, Mitch, but has anyone ever told you about the portal to hell?”

“Portal to hell?” Mitch repeated. “No, can’t say I’ve heard that one.”

“We had this girl who was a student there. She absolutely refused to go into the gym because she swore up and down that there was a portal to hell in there.”

“Whoa, can you say crazy?” Katie joked.

“But that’s what’s weird,” Misty continued. “She wasn’t. She was a perfectly normal girl—except for that one issue. She would totally flip the fuck out.”

“One of the older women at our school refuses to go into the teacher’s lounge for a similar reason,” Heather offered. “She swears that one day, she was sitting at the table, by herself, and a chair on the other side of the table flew backwards about two or three feet. Like someone had just jumped from the table and pushed the chair back.”

They continued exchanging ghost stories for nearly an hour. The more they told, the more they were reminded of other incidents that had occurred. They had all had different experiences or had heard stories from others who had odd things happen to them.

As the night wore on, the empty bottles began to pile up, as they usually did. The three couples were definitely pushing towards a different mood. Misty had removed her top and bra, in order for Mitch to massage her better. He was indeed massaging her—that is, he was massaging her breasts, and occasionally, his hands were making it back around to her back and shoulders.

Heather had long ago stopped pretending that she wasn’t inching her hand towards Katie’s crotch. The hand was now resting there, gently rubbing her wife between the legs, and through her jeans. Becca and Tracy had cozied up as well, with Becca snuggling into Tracy’s arms, resting her head against Tracy’s shoulder.

“Enough ghost stories,” Tracy finally demanded. “What else can we talk about? Let’s see,” she said with a long pause, as if she didn’t know where she was going. “How about everyone’s favorite topic, sex.”

“I like sex,” Katie giggled. “That’s a good topic.”

“Anyone ever been walked in on?” Tracy challenged.

Every single one of them raised their hand.

“Heather, you go first,” Tracy said, volunteering her best friend.

Heather thought about it for a second, her hand still teasing Katie between the legs as she spoke. “Of course, I was dating Jimmy.”

“We know,” they all chorused together.

“It was right after we both turned eighteen, but just before we graduated.  He was still living in their house of course.  Well, his parents… they were—how should we put it—very open about things like that. I mean, very open.” She laughed with embarrassment as if it was difficult to tell the story. “Well, Jimmy and I fucked in his bedroom all the time while his parents were in the house. We just shut the door. They knew what we were doing, they just didn’t care.”

“I can attest to the validity of these statements,” Katie said from Heather’s lap and both girls chuckled.

“Anyways, there was one day, not very long before he and I broke up for the last time—a-hem—” she jiggled Katie beneath her. “I think his mom was getting just a little too comfortable around me.” By now, Heather was laughing so hard at the memory of the story, her face was turning red. “So, we’re in bed, right, and Jimmy’s doing his thing. He’s on top of me, I’ve got my legs wrapped around his waist—no sheets or blankets on top of us, mind you…” Heather took a deep breath, letting each of them visualize the scenario. “And his mom walks into the room. No knock, no announcement that she was getting ready to come in, she just walks in.”

The others crowed with laughter. “What was her purpose for walking in?” Misty asked.

Heather sighed deeply. “She was putting his laundry away!” She shook her head as if she still couldn’t believe the absurdity of the situation. “To make it even weirder—Jimmy didn’t stop! He kept fucking me with his mom in the room!”

“Okay, I seriously doubt any of us can top that one,” Tracy admitted. “We shouldn’t have let Heather go first.”

Heather wasn’t finished. “And as she walked out of the room, she says to us, ‘Supper’ll be ready in about an hour if y’all are ready to eat by then.’”

“She was a strange woman,” Katie added.

Becca raised her hand. “Mine isn’t quite that good, but I’ve got one,” she said. “My very first girlfriend in college. We were buck-ass naked, trying out a sixty-nine for the very first time. Thought we were alone. Thought we were going to be alone for another two hours—and her sister, who was also her roommate, walks into the bedroom.”

“Ouch,” Misty commented.  “How much did she see?”

Becca raised her eyebrows. “Everything,” she said simply.

“How did she react?” Heather asked.

“Believe it or not, she busted up laughing. She thought it was hilarious.” Becca giggled. “She sure gave us a hard time about it, every chance she could.” Becca paused for a moment, thoughtful. “We actually started being fairly open around her sister, like, when it was just the three of us watching TV or something, she and I would snuggle up with each other, or otherwise flirt, with her sister sitting right there.” She took a sip from her bottle. “We even made out once while her sister was in the room.  It was pretty liberating, considering, at the time, such a relationship was still pretty taboo.”

“Impressive,” Mitch complimented.

“Okay, I just have to say this,” Katie said, sitting up for the first time in quite a while. “Is anyone else jealous of Misty, right now? I mean, she’s been topless for like, damn near two hours, and all I can think about is—I really want to take my shirt off too.”

All the women laughed. Becca raised her hand, “I’m jealous of her,” she agreed.

“No one’s forcing anyone to keep their clothes on,” Tracy commented. “Feel free.”

Without another word, Katie stripped her top off and unhooked her bra, nearly in one fluid motion. Her ample breasts burst forth for all to see.

“Damn, you’ve got some guns, girl,” Misty laughed.

Becca glanced at Tracy, with a “you know I’m going to do it too” look, and stripped her shirt and bra off as well. Tracy pretended to be embarrassed.

Katie sighed with relief as if taking her shirt off had made her feel ten times more comfortable. “My ‘getting-walked-in-on’ story involves a blowjob,” she stated.

“Of course it does,” Heather joked.

“You remember David and Mike?” she asked. “The twins?”

They all nodded.

“Well, I never really dated either one of them, but—” she started.

“But you were screwing both of them,” Heather filled in.

“Exactly,” Katie admitted. “Well, one day, I was blowing David, and Mike walked in. He was pissed. Worse yet, when he walked in, David was like, two seconds away from shooting his load.”

“Shit, what did you do?” Tracy asked.

“What else could I do?” Katie said with a sly grin. “I swallowed.”

Tracy sat up a little as if an idea had just occurred to her. “I think we’re wasting a really good opportunity here,” she started. “Why don’t we turn this into some sort of game. Whenever someone tells a story, the others get to vote on whether it was good enough or not. If it’s a good story—you remove another item of clothing.”

“That sounds like a game that’s just intended to get us all naked,” Heather remarked.

“And your point is?” Tracy shot back.

“Fair enough,” Heather said, admitting defeat. “So, how about it? Was Katie’s blowjob story good enough to lose another item of clothing?”

Tracy gave a thumbs up. “It wasn’t, until the ‘I swallowed’ part. That pushed it over the edge.” All the others agreed and Katie took her shoes off as a result.

“If we’re going to do this, I need another beer,” Mitch said as he left his seat.

“Me too,” Heather agreed, springing from her own chair. “Anyone else want one?”

Tracy watched with interest as Heather met Mitch at the ice chest and whispered something to him. A moment later, Heather slipped around behind Misty and assumed Mitch’s spot. Because of the positioning of the ice chest, Misty hadn’t noticed the switch. She was still positioned so that Mitch could resume his massage.

Instead, Heather resumed the massage, immediately sliding her hands around and cupping them under Misty’s tits. Misty gasped with surprise and giggled. “Mitch! Your hands have suddenly become so soft and delicate!” she teased as she reached up and held Heather’s hands against her breasts.

Mitch took a seat next to Katie as they resumed their storytelling game.

“Before we move on to the next question,” Tracy said, “anyone else got a story about getting walked in on they want to share?”

Misty made a motion with her hand. She looked genuinely embarrassed by what she was about to say. It was probably not made any easier by Heather’s hands, now tweaking her nipples to make them harder than they already were. “College,” she said simply. “I was a football manager. I took a guy into the locker room to tape him up. Somehow ended up giving him a blowjob. Coach walked in. Couldn’t be a manager anymore.”

“Holy shit!” Tracy exclaimed. “That might top Heather’s story!”

“Yeah,” Misty said, grinning sheepishly. “It was a bad one too. I mean, there was no hiding what I was doing. The coach got a full view of the guy’s dick in my mouth.” She buried her face in her hands as if she were totally humiliated but she couldn’t hide her smile. They all knew she loved telling them the story. “That was not a fun couple of weeks.  A whole bunch of people found out about it.”

Tracy laughed. “We don’t even need to vote on that one. Clothing removal for sure.”

They switched topics, they told more stories, and they downed several more beverages apiece. An hour later, all six of them were nearly naked. Tracy, Heather, and Katie were down to a pair of panties. Becca and Misty were both stark naked. Mitch was wearing boxers. They were all sitting close enough to the fire that they were still plenty warm. In fact, even with such little clothing on, Tracy felt hot.

Their seating arrangement had also further adjusted itself. At some point, Becca had traded places with Katie, leaving her on the bench with Mitch, and Katie’s head was now resting in Tracy’s lap. Tracy had absentmindedly started doing what Heather had been doing earlier. She had started out playing with Katie’s navel but now found her hand teasing the upper ridge of Katie’s panties.

“Where’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” Tracy asked, continuing in her role as the game-master.

“On my desk at school!” Misty blurted out. “Sorry, I don’t have any more clothes to take off.”

Everyone laughed uproariously.

“Mitch, how about you?” Tracy challenged.

“Let me guess, on Misty’s desk at school?” Becca speculated.

Mitch shook his head. “No, actually—”

“That was before Mitch,” Misty admitted. “My ex-husband, actually. Don’t worry, it was like, nine o’clock at night when we did it. It wasn’t during the school day.”

“On the roof of a house,” Katie offered. “On the fourth of July.”

“Mitch, we still haven’t heard yours,” Tracy teased.

“Umm,” Mitch thought about it for a moment. “In a college dorm shower,” he said, looking more than a little embarrassed.

“With who?” Heather said, a grin crossing her face. “You’ve never told us this one.”

“It was with Derek,” he said. “It was like, three o’clock in the morning. We went down the hall, turned on the shower and jumped in together. I sucked his cock.”

Tracy raised her eyebrows approvingly. “Lose those boxer shorts, man!”

A moment later, Mitch became the latest of the group to achieve total nakedness. His cock sprung out for all to see, already erect from hearing his friends tell so many stories.

Becca and Katie inspected Mitch’s cock, but Tracy’s attention had been averted by something else entirely. “I think Heather and Misty have lost interest in our little game,” she observed quietly.

The others turned to see Heather and Misty making out, their tongues inside each other’s mouths. Heather’s hand was firmly planted between Misty’s legs.

“So, how about you, Becca?” Mitch said, diverting the other three’s attention away from his wife and Heather.

“What’s that?” Becca asked. Tracy suspected that she may have just misinterpreted what he was asking.

“What’s your craziest place?” Mitch asked again.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Becca answered, her eyes alternating between Mitch’s crotch and the two girls making out on the other bench. “Probably the bathroom at Dairy Queen,” she said. “I used to work there at one point in my life, several years ago.”

“Guy or girl?” Tracy questioned. As she did, Katie repositioned herself, leaning up against Tracy’s body. Tracy wrapped an arm around Katie’s shoulder. Katie placed a hand on Tracy’s inner thigh.

“Guy,” Becca added. “Sooooo,” she said, looking over at Misty. “Can I give your husband a blowjob, because this thing is just staring at me, begging to be sucked.”

Misty pulled her lips away from Heather long enough to mumble something that sounded like “Sure, go ahead.” She kissed Heather once more before adding, “Just be ready, he cums fast the first time.”

Before she even finished the sentence, Mitch’s cock was in Becca’s mouth.

Tracy resigned herself to the fact that the games were over for the night. She turned to Katie with anticipation. Katie’s lips met hers instantly. She felt Katie’s tongue against her own. As Katie’s hand found the sweet spot between her legs, Tracy realized with a shudder how wet her panties were. The long night of storytelling had aroused her more than she could have imagined. A moment later, Katie tugged the panties off and let them fall to the ground.

Tracy and Katie cut loose, hands roaming, exploring each other freely. Their breathing heavy. Their kisses sloppy.

From somewhere behind her, Tracy heard Becca whisper, “Damn, she wasn’t kidding, was she?”

This was followed by Mitch saying, “Just keep sucking.”

Heather and Misty were the first to disappear into the tent. The big tent. They were closely followed by Becca and Mitch. Katie stood up and pulled Tracy off the bench. Tracy followed her, watching Katie’s ass jiggle as she disappeared into the tent. Tracy brought up the rear, closing the tent flap behind her.

They started in the same pairings they had ended up with. Heather and Misty were eating each other out in a sixty-nine position. Becca rode Mitch. Tracy smiled. Becca always likes being on top, she thought.

Tracy and Katie assumed the same position Heather and Misty had chosen. Tracy’s body was much longer than Katie’s but they made it work. Katie was on top and Tracy could feel the other woman’s tits pressing against her stomach. Could feel her tongue lapping against the lips of her pussy. Then, could feel her own tongue slipping inside Katie’s slit. She breathed in, taking in the intoxicating aromas surrounding her. Having her face between another woman’s legs always gave Tracy a surge of adrenaline.

She allowed her hands to gently caress Katie’s thighs and ass. She concentrated on the sensation of their bodies being pressed together. She felt Katie’s hands gripping her thighs.

From the corner of her eye, Tracy could just see her Becca, riding Mitch. Becca was running one hand through her short blonde hair, the other she was using to feel Mitch’s chest. “Fuck that feels good,” Becca gasped.

Tracy couldn’t help herself. She found herself unable to concentrate on the pussy in front of her. She turned her head, looking up over Katie’s thigh so she could see better. Tracy watched as the woman she loved bucked her hips, with Tracy’s lifelong best male friend deep inside her. It made her smile to see two people that she cared about so deeply, pleasing each other.

Tracy suddenly became aware that Katie’s tongue was no longer inside her. The other girl rolled off, assuming a seated position next to Tracy. Tracy sat up and the two kissed each other, Tracy fondling the ample tits she had just felt pressed against her body.

Katie also began watching Becca and Mitch with interest. On the other side of the tent, Heather and Misty had abandoned their sixty-nine position as well. Tracy watched as Misty approached Becca from behind, wrapping her arms around and cupping them under Becca’s tits. Becca turned her head and met Misty halfway. Their mouths opened. Their lips locked. They kissed passionately.

As Becca pulled her lips away, she suddenly pointed to Katie. “I’ve got Mitch all warmed up for you. Why don’t you take over here.” As she spoke, she dismounted, Mitch’s still erect cock flopping out from inside her.

As Becca began to focus her attention on Misty, Katie left Tracy’s side, straddling Mitch. A moment later, Katie moaned softly as she slid down on top of his cock. With another little grunt, it was apparent that he was completely inside her, and Katie started gyrating her hips, pressing against Mitch’s shoulders with her hands.

Tracy leaned back on her elbows, taking in everything going on around her. While she thoroughly enjoyed watching her friends fuck, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of abandonment. A loss of physical contact. A lack of intimacy. She needed sex. In other words, she felt left out.

Heather must have been feeling the same thing. She crawled towards Tracy, smiled at her and delivered one of the most romantic come-on lines Tracy had ever heard. “Got room for your best friend on that face?”

Tracy smiled, laying down on her back. “Always,” she answered.

Heather raised one knee and straddled Tracy, a thigh on either side of her head. Tracy studied the slit between her best friend’s legs. She’d performed the act countless times, but it never got old. She absolutely craved it. As her tongue delved inside, Tracy closed her eyes and savored the taste.

As Tracy’s nose settled in against Heather’s bald mound, she gazed upwards. Heather’s tummy, still tight after all these years, undulated with the movements of her body. Her belly button piercing dangling against her pale skin. Tracy watched as Heather arched her back, her still perky tits rising up and down with each motion. Heather reached behind her and Tracy felt a hand between her legs.

Tracy’s tongue darted back and forth across Heather’s clit. She wanted desperately to please her friend and give her as much pleasure as possible. She opened her mouth wide, slurping, sucking, and performing every other conceivable action she could think of with her mouth. Tracy could tell that Heather was on the verge of orgasm. She’d given Heather enough orgasms over the last twenty-one years to know what it looked and sounded like.

Heather hunched over, putting her hands down in front of her. Her tits dangling as her body rocked back and forth. She moaned. Her body shook violently. She exhaled deeply. She flinched with pain. “My foot,” she mumbled.

As Heather crawled off of Tracy’s face, the sight that greeted Tracy surprised her. Katie was still on top of Mitch, but Misty now stood directly in front of Katie, her feet on either side of Mitch’s stomach. Katie’s mouth was planted firmly between Misty’s legs. Becca had straddled Mitch’s face, just as Heather had been doing to Tracy just moments before.

Tracy gazed at Heather. “There’s one more thing I want to do, if you’re up for it.”

“What’s that?” Heather asked.

“Something I don’t think we’ve ever done before,” Tracy teased. She maneuvered herself into a sitting position, raising her knees so that her feet were flat on the floor of the tent. She encouraged Heather to assume the same pose. Tracy then slid her left leg underneath Heather’s, and slipped her right thigh over Heather’s.

Heather’s face brightened, as she realized what Tracy was trying to do. She slithered into the proper position. Their bodies meshing as they moved together.

Tracy gasped slightly as their dripping snatches met. Their natural juices lubricated the two slits as they started gyrating their hips in unison. Both women started panting. Tracy leaned back on an elbow, grinding her pelvis with intensity.

Heather gripped Tracy’s thighs, in an effort to drive their bodies even closer. She bit her lip. Her fingers massaged Tracy’s bare legs.

Tracy reveled in the experience, such a unique sensation, their bald pussies working back and forth. Her stomach muscles were taut. Her legs strained from performing an activity she wasn’t used to.

Heather must have been feeling the same strain. Their pace slackened. Their rhythm slowed into a nice, gentle rub. Each girl raised themselves forward and softly kissed each other. They once again took in the scene that was unfolding with the rest of the group.

“I think they’re leaving us out,” Tracy joked.

“I’m not exactly sure where we can squeeze into that mix,” Heather observed.

Tracy shrugged. “We’ll figure something out.”

The two women dove in. Heather drifted behind Katie. She started teasing Mitch’s balls, licking playfully with her tongue. Occasionally, she drifted further up, flicking her tongue against the spot where his shaft met the lips of Katie’s pussy. She discovered she enjoyed this sensation, so began focusing on this region, darting her tongue between the two body parts every chance she could.

Tracy found room behind Misty. She straddled Mitch, over his torso, her back facing Becca. She stared directly at Misty’s cute little ass for a moment. She couldn’t resist reaching up and putting her hands on it—so smooth, so white compared to the rest of her body. Holding on to Misty’s hips, Tracy ducked her head between the other’s legs. She started working her tongue on Misty’s slit, lapping and licking as best she could. Tracy and Katie’s tongues met as they both pleasured Misty at the same time, their saliva mingling.

From behind her, Tracy heard Mitch make a heaving sound. Beneath her, she could feel his stomach muscles contract. His hips driving reflexively upward as he thrust his cock deeper inside Katie. Tracy knew that he had just had a powerful orgasm. She glanced between Misty’s legs and made eye-contact with Katie. The other woman seemed pleased as she rolled her hips, getting every last second of enjoyment out of Mitch’s cock before it became flaccid.

A moment later, the double pleasure became too much for Misty as well. Her legs began trembling uncontrollably. Her breathing rapid. She placed her hands against Katie for support. Her ass shook, right up against Tracy’s face. Misty moaned in ecstasy and sighed deeply, collapsing to the floor of the tent, unable to stand.

The cluster of bodies slowly separated, as everyone sensed a momentary break in the action. The group of friends sat in a circle, smiling, joking, giggling, and otherwise carrying on, in the euphoric afterglow of something they knew was very special.

“So, I know this doesn’t really need to be stated,” Katie started, “but is anyone going to point out that we just had a six-some?”

“What’s this had stuff? I think we’re still having a six-some,” Becca countered. “I know I’m not done yet,” she added with a devilish grin.

“Can we just call it group sex?” Heather joked. “Six-some is virtually impossible to say. Six-some, six-sthome, sixth-sthome,” she repeated over and over, exaggerating a lisp even more each time.

At this point, each of them had to try to pronounce the word. They laughed amongst themselves as they speculated on various positions they could try that would involve all six of them. None of them was shy and all of them felt comfortable just sitting there in the tent, completely naked, relaxing and carrying on as if they were anywhere else.

“I don’t know,” Becca said. “Mitch over there looks pretty wiped out.” She glanced at Misty. “You think he’s got anything left in the tank?”

Misty still sounded weak from her orgasm. “Who, Mitch?” she said with a coy grin. “Just get him hard again and he’ll fuck like a freight train.”

“How do we get him hard again?” Katie asked.

Misty glanced at all four of the other women. “Mitch totally has a thing for women kissing each other,” she said simply. “I’m sure watching two of you will do the trick.”

“Which two?” Heather speculated.

“How about a pairing he’s never seen before?” Misty suggested. “Becca and Katie.”

Becca smiled. “Yes, that sounds intriguing,” Becca said as she instantly crossed the circle and leaned in towards Katie. Katie met her halfway and the two kissed in the middle.

All four of the others watched with interest as Becca and Katie made out, their tongues dancing between each other’s mouths. Making out turned into heavy petting. Heavy petting turned into Becca diving her tongue inside Katie’s slit. It didn’t last long. The excitement of having four other people watch this happen to her simply overwhelmed Katie. She made a deep, guttural moan, as all four of them witnessed her orgasm peak and then subside.

Becca emerged from between Katie’s legs. Her eyes looking up towards Katie seductively. Tracy giggled to herself. She’d seen that expression on Becca’s face a hundred times over the years. It always reminded her of a vampire who had just drained the life from her victim. It was an expression of total victory.

“You really like doing that, don’t you?” Tracy teased.

“What? Eating pussy? Or making women have orgasms?” Becca replied with a chuckle.

“Both!” Tracy rejoined.

“You bet I do,” Becca admitted. “It makes me wet like you wouldn’t believe when another woman gets off because of something I did.”

“By the way, everybody,” Misty interjected. “It worked.” Without saying another word, she simply nodded in Mitch’s direction. Sure enough, his cock was erect once more.

“Look at that,” Becca remarked. “It’s like a hunting dog sniffing out a rabbit hole. It knows where it wants to go.”

“More like five rabbit holes,” Katie joked.

“Seriously, can we quit using the term rabbit hole?” Heather quipped.

“Well,” Becca said, a curious look on her face. “I think we all know there’s one rabbit hole that Mitch has never been in.” She then turned to Heather and added, “Sorry, Heather, I had to use it one more time.”

As soon as Becca made this declaration, five heads turned towards Tracy. Tracy immediately realized what Becca was suggesting. She glanced at Mitch. She then turned to her best friend, Heather.

“Don’t you think it’s about time?” Heather asked gently.

“Come on, Tracy,” Becca prodded. “It’s not going to kill you. Hell, you might even discover that you like it.” She then glanced at each person in the circle. “These are your best friends. Mitch is your closest male friend and has been for years.”

Tracy knew she could say no and all of her friends would respect her decision. But the night had been so incredible and she had no desire to ruin everyone’s fun by being the “wet blanket”. Her heart beat rapidly as she bowed her head and consented. “Okay, okay,” she laughed, “let’s do this before I change my mind.”

Tracy was not a virgin—but it had been so long. She had not had sex with a guy in--shit, literally decades, she thought. She did not use vibrators. She and Becca owned at least one dildo; they even had a strap-on. But Tracy didn’t let Becca use it on her. Tracy used it on Becca, exclusively. Nothing larger than a finger had penetrated her in twenty-one years.

As Tracy lay down on her back, her heart felt as if it was going to leap through her chest. Adrenaline flowed through every inch of her body. Her palms became sweaty.

Twenty-one years, she thought to herself. She spread her legs apart. Twenty-one years of abstinence from men. Mitch moved into the correct position between her thighs. Twenty-one years without being penetrated. She felt the head of his cock press against the lips of her pussy. Twenty-one years of unflinching lesbianism, never even being tempted by a man. She turned her head and saw her friend, Heather. She reached out a hand. Heather grasped it and gave her a reassuring grin.

Mitch slowly pushed inside. Tracy closed her eyes. She exhaled slowly as his cock penetrated her. Deeper he went. So gently, trying not to hurt her.

“Mmmpha,” the sound Tracy made was caught somewhere between pain, pleasure, and ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this.’ She held Heather’s hand even more tightly as she felt Mitch push in all the way. Now completely inside her, he started thrusting. Slow, easy thrusts at first. He placed a hand on either side of her torso as he leaned down over her.

Suddenly, something changed within Tracy, both physically and mentally. She realized with a start, that it felt good. She exhaled loudly. “Fuck,” she muttered.

“I think she likes it,” Becca said softly.

Encouraged by the positive reaction, Mitch’s thrusting intensified.

Tracy spread her legs further apart as she started getting into it. “God, that feels good,” she moaned, playing into the role and giving her friends exactly what they wanted to hear. She forced herself to look up into Mitch’s eyes. Her lifelong friend. It pleased her that she was doing this with him. There was no other man on the planet she wanted to share this moment with.

Misty’s prediction proved correct. Mitch fucked like a freight train. His breathing became labored as he pounded Tracy. His cock pumping in and out of her.

Tracy felt helpless. All she could do was lie there, flat on her back, legs spread apart, with her feet raised in the air. Mitch’s cock spreading her tight slit to its limits. He wasn’t huge—and she was glad. But still, it felt enormous inside her. It filled her completely. He gripped her thighs, driving her ass into the floor of the tent, almost shoving her backwards in the process. Tracy began to perspire. Sweat dripped from under her arms and from her forehead.

As the others watched, Heather continued to hold Tracy’s hand. Misty and Katie began fondling each other. Their eyes glued on their two friends, but also unable to keep their hands off of each other. Becca was on the opposite side of Tracy as Heather. She was on her knees, pleasuring herself as she watched, a giddy expression across her face.

Mitch pressed his chest against Tracy’s. The warmth and pressure felt good. Tracy took her one free hand and wrapped it around his back. Mitch’s thrusts became a slightly different, humping motion.

Mitch’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. Tracy heard him gasp. His body shuddered. His cock thrust even deeper inside her, if that was possible. She closed her eyes again. Tracy knew he was cumming. Mitch collapsed on top of her. The full weight of his body now pressing against her. She caressed his back, stroking it gently. Tracy had never thought of Mitch as a manly guy, but at that moment, as he lay on top of her, he was all man—and…she didn’t hate it.

Just as Mitch’s orgasm subsided, Becca made a gasping sound as well. She crunched over, almost as if she were in pain. Her body quivered.

Everyone’s attention turned towards Becca, not sure what to make of the sound she had just made. Heather was curious. Mitch seemed concerned. Misty and Katie also looked on with interest. Tracy knew exactly what had happened.

“Umm, girls?” Becca said, laughing from embarrassment. “I just totally got off.”

“Well, you were playing with yourself,” Heather pointed out.

Becca shook her head. “No, it wasn’t that,” she said simply. “It was that,” she replied, nodding towards Tracy and Mitch, who were still lying together, their bodies interlocked. Becca was sweating, her voice shaky. “You don’t understand,” she attempted to explain. “Tracy and I have been together for twenty years. I’ve waited twenty years to see that happen. Twenty years for her to experience the pleasure I saw on her face. Twenty years. It was so fucking hot. I got off.” She sat up, still trying to catch her breath. “It was intense.”

“I’ll agree with that,” Tracy said, looking up at Mitch. “It was pretty fucking intense.”

“Grr,” Becca playfully growled. “Don’t say things like that, Tracy, you’re going to turn me on again.”

“It was really fucking intense,” Tracy teased.

Mitch resumed a sitting position, letting Tracy out from underneath him.

Tracy was exhausted. She’d just done something she hadn’t done in twenty-one years, and it had felt incredible.

“So,” Heather said, studying her friend closely. “Any thoughts?”

Tracy nodded. “It felt really fucking good,” she admitted. Tracy knew she was not lying either. It had felt really good. Yet, the helplessness she had felt. The loss of control, the loss of power when Mitch was on top of her and she was at his mercy—that was one of the reasons she was a lesbian. She liked being in control. While it had felt good, she didn’t necessarily enjoy surrendering that power to a man.

She suddenly felt a strong desire to make Mitch feel the same way. She wanted him to be at her mercy. She wanted to regain some of that control over herself, and over Mitch.

She gazed at Mitch and caught his attention. “We’re not done yet,” she told him.

“Oh, Tracy,” he said, misinterpreting the meaning of her words. “I don’t think I can get it up for a while.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Tracy returned.

“What do you mean?” Mitch answered, genuinely curious.

“Becca,” Tracy said, “where’s our bag?”

Becca seemed to immediately grasp what Tracy had in mind. A huge grin crossed her face as she jumped to her feet. “I’ll go get it.”

A few seconds later, Becca had returned with a small black duffle bag. She handed it to Tracy, who unzipped it and started fishing through it. A moment later, she withdrew an object that made everyone in the tent laugh uproariously—even Mitch.

“So, do you two always travel with a strap-on?” Heather asked.

“Of course,” Becca offered. “You never can tell when a strap-on emergency will occur.”

As Tracy placed the device around her waist, she said, “I’m really going to enjoy this.”

“Do we have to?” Mitch asked, halfheartedly. Everyone in the tent knew that he was bi, and actually wanted to do it, he was just playing coy.

“Oh, yes,” Tracy replied. “We definitely have to.”

“Make him your bitch, Tracy,” Misty said. She and Katie were still giving each other a lot of attention while following what the others were doing as well. “You know he wants it,” she added.

“So, what’ll it be, Mitch?” Heather asked. “Doggystyle? Or—”

“No,” Tracy countered before Heather could finish. “He doesn’t get a choice. I want him on his back, the exact same way he had me.”

A few seconds later, Mitch had taken his position, lying on his back, legs spread apart, ass hiked in the air. Tracy positioned herself on top of him and slowly pushed the strap-on inside. As she penetrated him, she vaguely wondered to herself what that must feel like—to have a cock and push it inside. She imagined that it would be incredibly stimulating.

She started thrusting her hips, fucking Mitch the same way he had fucked her. Making him feel it. She gazed down at him, studying his face. She wanted to see that she was giving him pleasure. She kept pounding his ass, harder and harder. Mitch closed his eyes, sighed deeply and made a soft moaning sound. She knew she had achieved her goal. He was thoroughly into it.

As she fucked him, she slowly felt her control returning. She was back in charge. She was in command of the situation. But at the same time, she discovered that having so much control over a man was almost intoxicating. She found herself becoming aroused. Her nipples hardened. She could feel the heat and wetness from between her legs.

Just as Mitch had done, she lay down on top of him, pressing her tits against him. She could feel her hard nipples rubbing against him, with nothing but heat and sweat between their two bodies. She gripped his shoulders as she continued thrusting her hips. She panted as she continued to work harder and harder. Finally, she was exhausted. She collapsed on top of him, the dildo still deep inside. A moment later, she withdrew and pulled herself off of his body.

“That was totally hot,” Misty commented, drawing her lips away from one of Katie’s kisses.

“Absolutely hot,” Becca agreed.

With the main action drawing to an end, Katie and Misty decided to focus their attention on each other exclusively. Becca lay down beside Mitch, stretching her body out completely, her head resting on one hand. She spent a few minutes trying to revive Mitch’s cock, seductively teasing him, but it was beginning to appear that Mitch was completely spent for the night. Instead of forcing the issue, Becca simply wrapped a leg around Mitch’s thigh and settled in up against him—as if he were a big teddy bear.

Tracy glanced across to the other side of the tent, where Misty and Katie were cuddling in a similar fashion. This left Tracy and Heather together once more.

“I’m the only one who hasn’t had an orgasm tonight,” Tracy quietly told her friend.

Heather smiled. “Well, we’re going to have to fix that, aren’t we?” she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

A simple kiss quickly turned into passionate making out. They treasured each movement the other made. They felt each other’s breasts, shoulders, tummies, and thighs. Tracy had touched Heather’s body countless times before, but she never tired of it.

And then Heather’s lips were pressed against Tracy’s slit. Her nose settled in against Tracy’s mound. Her tongue plunging inside. Tracy couldn’t help but think back to so many years before—on the tractor. Their first time. The first time she’d kissed Heather. The first time she’d felt Heather’s tongue flick across her clit.

As she had the memory, the sensation became real as Heather’s tongue danced back and forth against her knob. Tracy cooed softly. She’d needed this all night. Heather worked her tongue like the expert she had become over the course of those twenty-some years. She traced the lips of Tracy’s slit, licking delicately. Then, she lapped vigorously, making Tracy feel each movement of the tongue.

Involuntarily, Tracy’s ass raised off the floor of the tent. Her hips started grinding with pleasure. She moaned with delight. She bit her lip. Her thighs quivered. Her toes curled. Her knees sprang together like a bear trap. She exhaled sharply.

A moment later, Heather was in her arms. They kissed deeply once more and merely held each other. Tracy whispered, “Thank you,” and they both eventually drifted off to sleep.

Saturday was a fun-filled day. They went fishing. They played card games. They explored every nook and cranny of the pasture.

Saturday evening commenced in a similar fashion to the night before. As they talked, told stories, and laughed, they eventually paired up around the campfire. Misty and Becca sat together on one bench, Mitch and Katie on another, with Tracy and Heather together on a third. There was a lot of kissing. A lot of teasing. A lot of hands going different places—for all three couples.

Finally, Becca voiced an idea she and Tracy had been considering for the past month. “I think tonight we ought to draw panties,” she said.

“Draw panties?” Misty repeated.

“Yeah, we all put our panties into a bag,” Becca explained. “Whoever’s underwear you draw out, that’s who you go into a tent with for the night.” She chuckled warmly. “Whatever you do after you’re inside the tent, that’s up to the two of you.”

Misty nodded in agreement. “Sounds fun,” she commented.

Katie grinned with delight. “Absolutely.”

Each of them took off their underwear and Becca put them all into a bag that one of them had brought along. She made an elaborate production of shuffling the garments up and mixing them around before approaching Mitch. “If you draw your own spouse, you have to draw again,” she told them. “Mitch, you get to pick first.”

Mitch placed his hand into the bag and withdrew a blue thong.

Heather smiled widely. “Those would be mine,” she said, jumping up, and taking Mitch by the hand, leading him away towards one of the smaller tents.

“You need to borrow our strap-on?” Becca called after them jokingly. “Okay, Tracy, your turn.”

Tracy reached in and withdrew a pair of cotton panties with red hearts. “Misty,” she guessed with a grin.

“And that leaves me and Katie,” Becca said excitedly.

The two remaining couples retreated to the two available tents, preparing for eventful nights.

Tracy and Misty had a wonderful night together, pleasing each other for hours, before finally falling asleep, exhausted.

The next morning, after all the couples had emerged from their tents, they packed up their gear and started preparing to head for home. But, before they left, they came together in a circle, holding hands, and vowed that the six of them would all definitely have to do this again, sometime soon.

Author’s note:

Soooo, yes, I actually said, “Got any room for your best friend on that face?” One of the least sexy things to ever come out of my mouth, I promise you… but, hell, it sounded good at the time.

As I said at the beginning, I know, it’s a bit weird that I wrote this story from Tracy’s perspective when I was actually there. But, I chose Tracy’s perspective for obvious reasons—she did some pretty awesome shit that weekend.

Otherwise, what else do I want to say about this weekend… I really don’t know, other than, it was fucking incredible (and some incredible fucking).

Some of you might ask how come an event like this never occurred between all six of us until that moment in time? I’ve often asked myself the same question. First off, up until that moment, we were rarely all six together at the same time. We’re busy people who have careers and lives.

But also, when this happened, one of us had just turned forty and all five of the others were due to turn forty within the next year. I think we were all a little on edge, wondering, “How much longer are we going to be able to do stuff like this? How much longer is it going to be fun? How much longer are we going to enjoy it?” I think we’re still probably wondering that… so, we’re just going to enjoy the hell out of it for as long as we can.

I really feel like I need to tell you a couple more stories here. First off, that Sunday morning, Mitch and I were the last two to come out of our tent. And it wasn’t because we overslept. He woke up with a serious case of morning wood and—well, we just had to take care of that before we could leave the tent.

And yes, if you’re wondering… we go camping all the time now. It’s not all six of us every time, but regardless of who it is… I promise you, we have a really good time.