by Amy Brent
Christian sighs and begins filling the glasses up.
“I hope I get tipped for this,” he says.
“Oh, I’ll give you millions.”
“What would Mark say if he could see us getting drunk with Jasmina?” Christian asks.
Ryan laughs, spraying us both with his Pepsi and vodka.
“Dear god. Who the fuck knows!”
“He’d probably say something along the lines of being drunk is the only way you can stand to be around Jasmina,” I say quietly.
“Nah! Mark just sucks,” Ryan says, sipping on his drink some more.
“It’s true,” Christian says. “He used to not be so...Mark.”
“That’s a good way to put” I say with a smile.
“Enough talk about that loser. He’s not even here!” Ryan says standing up. “Christian, throw me that speaker and let's get this party going!”
After a few minutes, some Journey starts playing over the small Bluetooth speaker. Ryan and Christian each have an arm over each other’s shoulder, standing facing me, singing “Don’t Stop Believing” very loudly. I am glad there isn't anyone around to hear this.
I have never smiled larger than my life as I do now. watching them drunkenly serenade me together. I laugh and giggle when they reach the high parts of the song. Christian is pretty good, but Ryan can't hit a note right to save his life. It is one of those moments I wish I can freeze forever and have never end.
After several hours of dancing and drinking, we all sit around the dwindling fire. The only light comes from the rusty embers glowing underneath the black charred logs. Christian is almost completely passed out. He lays on the log his eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open. A loud snore escapes from his lips.
“I think he’s done for,” Ryan says, glancing at his friend.
“Do you think?” I giggle, watching the dentist smack his mouth together. His eyes flip open and he sits up.
“Jesus, I am tired.”
“Yeah, we lost you there for second, bud,” Ryan says standing up, keeping his eyes on me. With the influence of alcohol, our care to hide our relationship has dwindled away. I bite my lip and stand up next to him.
“Well, should we retire to our tents?” he asks.
Christian staggers o up.
“Yeah, I think so,” he says.
“Goodnight then, you guys. I will see you bright and early,” Ryan waves at both of us and geos into his tent.
“Night, Jaz,” Christian says.
“Goodnight guys! Thanks for a great night,” I slip through my tent. But I have no intention of going back to sleep. I wait until I hear Christian's snores return from his tent on the wither side of the camping lot. I shimmy out of my shorts and throw my top onto my sleeping bag. I am completely naked. I slowly unzip the door of my tent and slide out. The cold wood air nips against my skin, being outside naked thrills me. I dash quietly across the lot to Ryan’s tent. I quickly unzip the flap and pull it back.
Ryan is sitting up in his sleep bag, a cigarette lies between his lips. It is the only light in the darkness of the tent. He raises his eyebrows at the sight of me. He can see my naked body in the silhouette of the light coming from the moon.
“Well, hello there,” he whispers, taking in my body with his eyes. Their focus shifting up and down, examining the plump lips between my legs.
“Hey,” I whisper back.
“Why don't you come on over here,” he murmurs, reaching a hand out to me. I bend done on all fours and crawl over his legs. My mouth meets the square of his jaw, as my breasts hang over his bare chest, grazing his skin. His hand reaches down the small of my back and grab my ass. He takes a pull from his cigarette and puts it out. His other hand wraps around my body and pulls me completely on top of him. The sensation of his hot skin against my naked body thrills my skin. He kisses me hard. Our tongues swirl around each other and our lips desperately meeting.
But I pull free from his grasp and lift myself off his chest. My mouth makes a slow and steady trail down his stomach over his sweat pants where his hard, throbbing cock juts out.
Ryan squirms to sit up, but my hand lands against his stomach, and I gently shove him back. He lands on his back, I have already pulled his pants down, and my warm mouth has wrapped itself around his large shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans, as I have him completely in my mouth. I love the way he tastes. My tongue swirls around it as I suck. I have been craving his cock all day. He watches as my ass rocks down then up in rhythm to the sucking. I force myself to accept his cock deep into the back of my throat. He grunts when I do this and his hand lands on the back of my neck, pushing me down harder.
“That’s good, baby,” he instructs, holding my head own on his cock. I whimper with pleasure, as my throat eases, and I find my pussy reacting to the sensation of being dominated by him. His hips thrust in and my mouth catches his shaft, as it moves up and own. I pull back from this wet cock, it shimmers in the dull moonlight which comes in through the sheer fabric of the tent.
My tongues traces up and down him, and my lips kiss his cock as I tease him. He can no longer handle it. He forces his dick back between my lips, almost choking me. I slow it down then, bobbing my head around his throbbing shaft. He lets out a deep breath as my neck takes it time sliding to the rhythm of his thrusts.
But then my body stiffens, warm hands gently stroke my ass which is sticking out in the air. I let go of Ryan’s cock and spin around. In the moonlight, Christian stands behind me, his rock hard cock sticks up toward the sky completely exposed. My heart is racing and my clit is throbbing.
“So, I see how it is. You guys, get to have all the fun without me?” he whispers. His hands continue petting my ass. I arch my back, welcoming the touch. His fingers make their into my wet, charged pussy.
“Christina, what the fu-” Ryan starts.
Before he can finish, my mouth is around his cock again and my throat takes him all in. He groans, shutting his eyes and tilting his head back. His hands find their way to my breasts as he pinches and strokes my nipples. Christian continues teasing me between my legs. I can feel his cock pushing between my ass, rubbing against my pussy.
“So, how long were you going to keep this sweet treat a secret from me?” Christian asks. Ryan moans as my tongue flicks the sensitive base of his cock.
“I don’t mind sharing,” Ryan says. My body is aching with the intense need to have them both. My mouth moves faster and faster, taking Ryan’s cock in with a growing hunger. Just then, I feel my pussy stretch with Christian's cock, as he fills it. I try to lift my head and cry with pleasure, but Ryan holds my mouth onto him and my moan is muffled. Christian matches the thrust to my mouth. The satisfaction only triples as Christian's hands make their way to my clit as he fucks me. He rubs it gently, sending waves of erotic sensation through me.
“Oh, she fucking loves this,” Christian says, panting as he thrusts deeper inside of me.
“She’s a good girl,” Ryan adds, pushing his cock deep in my throat. His hands fondling my breasts.
My body is now exploding with pleasure. The sensations from my pussy spreads throughout my body and every touch is an electrifying pulse sending me closer to the edge. My body throbs, and my pussy clenches around Christian’s large shaft, waves of pleasure release and I am in pure ecstasy. I lift my head up and pant, trying to catch my breath.
Suddenly, Ryan’s hands grab either side of my hips.
“Come on, baby. We are just getting started,” he says, pulling me up. I moan as Christian's dick is removed from my body, and Ryan plunges his cock deep into my aching pussy. Every thrust is intensified. Shivering with bliss, my body opens more. I feel Christian’s dick pressing against my ass cheeks again. As I bounce up and down on Ryan, moaning loudly from the sensations, Christian's hands make their way up my chest, and they caress my breasts. His fingers pinching my soft pink nipples, slowly rubbing. I tilt my head back over his shoulder and his warm mouth meets m
ine. His tongue slips in my mouth.
Then suddenly he pulls his mouth away and squeezes my breasts hard. With one solid thrust, his cock pushes itself inside of my small ass hole. I let out a cry at the intense sensation. Their cocks move together inside of me. I feel so full of pleasure, I think I might explode. I scream and moan as they fuck me harder and harder. The mixture of pain and pleasure is overwhelming. I feel myself about to cum again. My body contracts and my pussy and ass tighten around their thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper as the ride of euphoria washes over me. Then suddenly, they both pull themselves out of me. Ryan pushes his cock back into my mouth, and his warm semen drips into my mouth, and I swallow. As soon as he is finished, Christian spins me around and shoves his cock between my willing lips. I feel his shaft twitch against my tongue as he cums in my mouth too. I swallow and slowly lean back.
I lean on the floor of the tent between them both, listening to the sound of their breathing rise and fall on either side of me. Christian's hands wrap around my waist and I rest my head on Ryan’s chest.
“Can we sleep like this tonight?” I ask.
“Sure, Jaz,” Ryan whispers. Christian’s mouth kisses my back. We pull the sleeping bag over ourselves and drift off into a heavy sleep.
Chapter 15
The sun warms the inside of the tent, my eyes flutter open. I see Christian and Jasmina both sleeping lazily, all snuggled up in the tent. My hand falls over my forehead, and I take a deep breath. Last night - last night was something else. I step outside into the fresh air and leave the tent open. Jasmina stirs behind me and sits up, pulling the sleeping bag around her shoulders to try and stay warm.
“Good morning,” She sings, stretching.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, looking down at her through the hole in the tent.
“Amazing,” she says. “Pretty tired though.”
“Yeah, we stayed up late.”
Christian's long arm reaches out and pulls Jasmina back down next to him. She giggles.
“Do we have to get up?” he whines.
“Uh, yes. Specially you nature boy!” I say starting to rebuild the fire that is just a pile of ash now. “I’m starving! What are we gonna do for breakfast?”
“You are always hungry,” Jasmina says, glaring at me.
“I know,” I say,” We can eat Jazzy!” I ran full speed back into the tent and land on top of her. We all laugh for a moment. And Christian and I go in to tickle her. She squeals and jumps out of the tent.
“Alright, all jokes aside. Let’s start the day.”
We eat our breakfast, talk about simple things like the weather. It is so strange to me how natural everything feels between us. Last night felt so right. I watch as Jasmina takes a sip from her water. She has been in love with both of us all this time. I smile to myself. Her gaze catches mine.
“What?” she asks.
“I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, is all.”
“Aw,” she says. “I guess now everything is out in the open. Isn’t it?”
“I guess you’re right,” I say.
“I knew something was up when I came out to lunch that day,” Christian says, standing up and walking around the camp site.
“Did you really?” Jasmina asks completely shocked.
“Yeah, Ryan here gave it right away!”
“Damn,” Ryan says shaking his head.
“I think we'll be okay; just as long as Mark doesn’t finds out,” Christian says, sticking a toothpick between his mouth.
“Oh he would never,” Jasmina says.
“I really hope not, because I would like to keep doing this.”
“Same,” I say. Christian and I stare at Jasmina.
Just then we hear a ding.
“Was that someone’s phone?” I ask. Christian nods and reaches into his pocket.
“Guess I found a place where I get several bars,” he shrugs, staring at his screen. “Huh, will you look at that.”
“What?” Jasmina asks.
“Mark will be back tonight. A whole day early.”
Jasmina groans, and her rests her hand onto her chin.
Christian walks over and sits next to her.
“I think I speak for Ryan and I both, Jasmina, when I say that we are here for you no matter what.” I nod and walk on the other side of her.
“Hell yeah. We have loved you for most of your life.”
“And no matter what you choose to do with your life, Whether it's become a medical doctor or an amazing artist, we will support you.”
“We don’t care. We just want you to be happy.” I rest a hand on her thigh. She smiles.
“Thanks guys. You both mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Christian and I lean forward and kiss her forehead.
“We got you.”
“When do you think Mark will be back?” she asks.
Christian looks down at his phone.
“Probably sometime after dinner.
She sighs.
“I just wish this could last forever.”
“I know what you mean,” I say.
“I have waited for both of you my life. I don't know if you know how much it means to me to have both of you, and to love you both.”
“Hey, you are the queen,” I tell her.
She sighs and nuzzles up between us.
“You are the best. Both of you. I love you.”
“We love you too,” Christian says.
We stay around the camp the rest of the day, until evening. Christian made barbecue chicken for us and it is delicious. But I still don’t know if it is better than mine.
Sure enough, after we finish, car lights appear beyond the trail and shine through the trees.
“Mark must have just arrived at the camp,” Christian says standing up and making his way down the trail. He hands me the walkie talkie. “You know, just in case,” he says. They arrive back at the site after about fifteen minutes.
“Hey!” Mark says walking over and hitting me on my back.
“Hey man, how was saving lives?” I was standing.
“Exhausting.” he sighs, reaching for a plate of chicken and gnawing on the bone. Jasmina stays silent. I can't even imagine how awkward this must be for her. I mean we did just fuck her in my tent last night, and now she has to act all normal. Mark glances up.
“Why are you all so quiet?” he asks through a mouth full of food.
“No real reason,” I say sitting down next to him.
“We were just so happy your ass made it back,” Christian says with a laugh.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure,” Mark chugs a bottle of water.
Jasmina keeps her eyes on the fire. She slowly stands.
“Well, I guess I should go to bed,” she says.
“What?! It's only like nine thirty,” Christian says.
“I know, but I would like to get a fresh start for our hike tomorrow,” she says, walking toward the tent. Christian and I look at one another and smile. We weren't going to let her sleep too much tonight.
We wait until Mark has drank a few scotches, and he starts to nod off by the fire. It didn't take too long. We haul him into his tent and pull his sleeping bag over him.
“Thanks,” he slurs and starts to snore loudly.
Outside of the tent, Christian and I look at one another.
“Do you think Jasmina is okay.” I ask him.
“If she isn't then we need to make sure that she feels okay.”
We slowly creep over to her tent and unzip it slowly. She slowly sits up her eyes are tired and wide,
“Hi guys,” she whisperes. “Did you come to snuggle up?”
“No...we came for that dessert,” I say. My hand reaching to pull the blankets off of her. Christian slowly zips the tent back up. She turns onto her back and spreads her legs willingly. My warm mouth meets her pussy as I pull her pants down.
Christiana lies down next to us. His hands reach under Jasmina's shirt, and they massage her breasts. I like watching another man touch her. I feel my cock harden at the sight. I hungrily lick her swelling clit, moving my tongue in rhythmic motivations. Her hips rise and fall and she moans. Her pussy juice spreads across my mouth.
I lift my head and roll up on top of her to the other side. Christian slides down on the sleeping bag. His mouth finds the wet mound aching between her legs. She shudders as both of our tongues press into her body. I eagerly lick her tight asshole, and my tongue just inside of her as if it were a cock. It bobs in and out. My hands hold on to her legs, holding her down. He shivers and shakes under the possession of our greedy mouths. Our tongues work on her until she climaxes then. She clenches her teeth and bites her pillow making sure her screams won't wake Mark up and make him investigate. After her body goes limp, Christian and I both sit up in the tent. Jasmina looks so beautiful lying half naked on her the ground looking back at both Christian and I.
We lay on the ground together once again and breath slowly. Jasmina’s hand falls on either of our chests.
“You two are fantastic. I am the luckiest girl in the world.”
“No, we are lucky,” Christian says rolling over and kissing her gently.