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by Tanya Chris


  “That’s not answering the question,” he said, but his eyes stopped their anxious shifting and focused on mine.

  “I’ll tell you a secret about Nate. If you stop reacting every time he touches me, he’ll stop doing it as much.”

  “You think so?”

  “I do.”

  Hearing Nate’s car pull in behind me, I urged Derek’s head closer to mine and kissed him. When he tried to back away, I held him harder, kissing him until he stopped struggling and kissed me back. Then I released him and went to Nate—who raised his eyebrows at me with a smile—and gave him a quick kiss. I looked back over my shoulder at Derek.

  “Hey, Nate,” he said. He stepped forward and held out a hand and Nate let go of my waist to take it. Mission accomplished.

  As we hiked up to the crag together, we talked about the road trip we had planned for the following weekend. Nate only dabbled in climbing, but he enjoyed climbing outdoors better than in the gym and had asked if he could join us on one of our trips out of state. Reluctantly, Derek had agreed—the fact that weekends were typically “Nate’s night” not the least of his concerns.

  The days were getting shorter and the evenings were getting cooler. Soon we’d all be back in the gym, but today the crag was festooned with so many ropes it looked like a gym wall.

  Katrina waved us over. “I got something easy set up for warm-ups,” she said, gesturing to the rope behind her, “and for Nate.” She beamed at Nate who’d charmed her by asking a lot of questions about her fitness comps. “Jenny’s up top setting up an eleven. Most of the routes already have ropes on them.”

  Derek looked around at the options. “People will let us climb on them. There’s Amanda.”

  Like Derek, Amanda was dressed for a summer that was fast fading. She’d just lowered off a route that I knew to be one of the hardest at the crag and was in the process of untying. She ambled over once she was free.

  “Hey, Derek. Hey, guys.” The “guys” were me and Katrina. Amanda’s recognition of someone as a person was directly tied to how hard they climbed.

  “This is Nate,” I said.

  “Oh yeah?” She skimmed her gaze down his body and back up again to his meeting-a-new-woman grin, then turned away from him to Derek. “Hey, is there anything else good here? Maybe something steeper?”

  Derek beamed at her and led her farther down the cliff line, going so far as to touch her arm to urge her along.

  I laughed at the expression on Nate’s face.

  “Well, that was Amanda,” I said.

  “And who is Amanda?”

  “Derek’s wet dream.”

  “Don’t worry about her not liking you,” Katrina told Nate. “She doesn’t like anyone.”

  Amanda had arrived at our gym like a hurricane, full of power and fury, bringing awe and confusion. She climbed better than nearly everyone, certainly better than any of the women, but she hadn’t made many friends.

  “Derek says she’s just shy,” I said, not particularly believing it. Derek was shy. Amanda was frightening.

  Nate continued looking in Amanda’s direction, as though he were considering the challenge. For the first time, I had no worries about him succeeding.

  Jenny rappelled in from the top, landing about twenty feet from us and breaking Nate’s fascination with Amanda. He went over to greet Jenny, while I put Katrina on belay. Not for the first time, it occurred to me that Nate would be a better climber if he spent more time climbing and less time flirting.

  Chapter 27

  After our trial run at the crag, I felt confident that Nate and Derek could co-exist on our weekend trip to New Hampshire. Derek took Friday off and drove up early with Conrad and Leon to get in an extra day of climbing. Nate and I drove up Friday after work. We arrived late, but I managed to set up Katrina’s borrowed tent efficiently, having practiced by headlamp in the darkness of my basement.

  Saturday was a cool day to be climbing—even Derek kept his shirt on—and as the sun went down, the temperature went down with it. We retreated to a restaurant for food, drink, and warmth, then lingered as long as it seemed fair to occupy two tables. Roy checked his phone for the forecast.

  “Cold tonight,” he said.

  “We already know that,” Amy said.

  “No, really cold, like it might freeze.”

  I shivered next to Nate. I was wearing two layers of fleece and we were inside.

  “Should we bail?” Pam asked her husband.

  “Nah, looks climbable tomorrow. Sunny and high forties. We just have to weather it out tonight.”

  I swallowed the last sip of my wine and burrowed deeper into Nate. I could hear the wind through the window. I considered getting a hotel room, with more than one reason for that thought. We’d gotten in late enough the night before that we’d gone straight to sleep, but I knew Nate would want some action tonight, and I wasn’t sure how to handle that in the quiet stillness of a climber’s campground. It wouldn’t bother him to be overheard, no doubt—Derek, but not him.

  Back at the campground, I unzipped my sleeping bag and arranged it next to Nate’s so that we could share body heat, then waited for him to return from his outhouse visit. Cold wind rushed into the tent with him.

  Nate stripped and I followed suit reluctantly. We snuggled together, too cold to feel sexy. I couldn’t stop thinking about Derek, all alone in his tent on the other side of the campground.

  “This is ridiculous,” I said, turning my backside to Nate. “I’m cold everywhere you’re not touching.”

  “The tent will warm up.”

  “You think so?” My nipples were cold, hard points. I put my palms over them, trying to keep the warmth in.

  “It’s a small space. Just us breathing will warm it up eventually.”

  “Well, breathe harder.” I turned around to face him again. We kissed, trying to make a spark.

  “Hopeless.” I broke away. “I’m putting clothes on.”

  “Don’t do that. I was just getting hard.”

  “Too cold. My pussy’s frozen.” I pulled my fleece on as he probed my pussy with an icy finger. “Eek, quit.”

  “Gimme a blowjob then.”

  “It would be like sucking a popsicle.”

  “Feel it.” He pulled my hand to his hard cock, which burned like a stick just pulled out of the fire.

  “That does feel good,” I admitted. “OK, hang on.” I added a pair of sweat pants and some socks to the fleece, then crawled under the sleeping bag and started slowly slurping. It was warm and dark and kind of sexy under there.

  “How do you think Derek’s doing?” Nate asked.

  “Cold.”

  “And lonely maybe. I feel bad. You’re sucking my dick and he’s freezing his ass off.”

  I intentionally grazed the head of his cock, making him jump.

  “So invite him over,” I joked. “The tent will be warmer with three of us.”

  “That’s what I was thinking. Do you think he’d come?”

  I pulled myself up to where I could see him. “No.”

  “You could try.”

  “Don’t you think I should finish this first?”

  “It’ll wait.”

  I didn’t understand. Nate wasn’t one to lose focus when it came to sex.

  He pulled the sleeping bag off himself as I laced up my shoes. “It’s warming up already,” he said.

  “Better put some clothes on if Derek’s coming in.”

  “Don’t worry about me. Go get Derek.”

  The other tents were dark and quiet. Everyone had gone to sleep, or was trying to.

  “Derek?” I whispered. Derek unzipped the flap and poked his head out.

  “Just in time. I’m freezing.” He dragged me roughly into the tent, then kissed me. His hands disappeared under my fleece and he made a humming noise of discovery when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  “Eek, quit,” I said to one of my lovers for the second time that night. “Your hands are like ice.”


  “I know. You have to warm me up before I get frostbite.” He nuzzled his mouth against my neck, nice and warm and wet.

  “Derek.”

  “What are you doing here anyway? Did you guys fight?”

  “I came to invite you over. It’s so cold, and we can fit three people in that tent.”

  “Nate doesn’t want me horning in.”

  “It was his idea. Come on, no point in suffering. None of us are getting any sleep tonight if we don’t warm up.”

  The problem was that we had three-season tents and the weather had unexpectedly moved into the fourth season.

  “How about you sleep here with me? I’ll keep you warm.”

  “You know I can’t. It’s Nate’s night. He’s being generous. Don’t throw it back in his face.”

  “I guess not.” Derek was too considerate to deliberately hurt someone’s feelings, but I wasn’t sure his own feelings could tolerate the three of us in a tent together.

  “I could use the extra body heat,” I prodded.

  “Me too. I can’t sleep like this.” He must have been wearing his entire wardrobe, layers so thick he looked like he’d gained ten pounds. “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he asked, but he picked up his sleeping bag and pad. We walked back across the campground together to where Katrina’s tent glowed with a gentle, flickering light that meant Nate had lit the lantern.

  Derek gave me a quick kiss. “Get it while I can,” he whispered.

  “Knock, knock,” I said to Nate. I poked my head inside to make sure he wasn’t naked. He was wearing a shirt, at least, and was lying under my unzipped sleeping bag.

  Derek and I crawled in.

  “I’ve got it set up,” Nate said. “This is my bag on the bottom on top of the pads Here give me your stuff.”

  He slid Derek’s pad under the bag on the far side and then unzipped Derek’s sleeping bag and added it like a second blanket on top of mine.

  “I thought we’d all be in our own sleeping bags,” Derek said from a cross-legged position near the door.

  “Way warmer this way. Lissie goes in the middle. We’re all toasty.”

  It did sound cozy. A little weird, but cozy. I slid in next to Nate and patted the bag on my other side, asking Derek to lie down next to me. He pulled a layer off and got in.

  “Nice.” I could feel the heat of the warm bodies on both sides of me. “We’re going to get hot.”

  Derek peeled off another shirt and took off a layer from the bottom too. “Tell me about it.”

  I pushed the sleeves up on my fleece. I was only wearing one layer and it was a warm one.

  “Should we put out the lantern?” I asked.

  “You’re not sleepy, are you?” Nate took off his shirt, leaving himself bare-chested. He snuggled in beside me, nestling his head against my fleece, making me even warmer.

  “I’m hot,” I complained.

  “I know. She is hot, isn’t she, Derek?”

  Derek didn’t rise to the bait, but he did take off his t-shirt and push the top sleeping bag off his legs.

  “Not funny,” I complained. “You guys are half-dressed on the outside and I’m bundled up in the middle.”

  “A minute ago you were crying about being cold,” Nate teased.

  I could feel his cool, bare legs tangling with mine which were getting damp inside my sweat pants. Then Derek reached beneath the bag to pull off his leggings and it was the final straw.

  “Fine,” I said. “If you guys can get undressed I can too.” I sat up and whipped my fleece off over my head defiantly. I was halfway to pulling off my pants when I saw Nate’s smirk. This was what he wanted me to do. I hesitated.

  “Well, don’t stop there. Come on, you’ve never kept your pants on before. Lissie doesn’t wear pajamas when she sleeps with you, does she, Derek?”

  Derek just grunted and turned his back to us like he was trying to sleep. I knew he was regretting joining us, as predicted.

  “Play nice, Nate.”

  “It’s nothing either of us hasn’t seen before, and you’ll sleep better. Derek, you don’t mind if Lissie sleeps naked, do you?”

  “Just keep your own shorts on.”

  I reached a hand down to make sure he had shorts on. He winked at me and slid his hand to the waistband of my sweat pants. I smacked his hand away but figured I’d better take my pants off before he did it for me and made a scene.

  I pulled them off and threw them over Derek’s body into the corner with all his discarded clothes. I slid down between them as Derek rolled over and looked across me at Nate.

  “You got anything else lined up?”

  Nate put his hand on my naked stomach, sliding the sleeping bag down so my chest lay exposed between them. Even though they were looking at each other and not my breasts, my nipples hardened.

  “I guess this seems weird to you,” Nate said to Derek, “but you’ve seen her like this before. It’s no different because we’re both here. For instance, this doesn’t surprise you, does it?” He indicated the nipple closest to him, now hard and puckered.

  “No.”

  “And you know what’ll happen if I do this.” He leaned down and took it into his mouth, using his teeth lightly and flicking his tongue across the top.

  I moaned.

  “I love how responsive she is, don’t you?”

  Derek nodded. He put his hand on my chest, above Nate’s and below my breasts, as if deciding.

  “Do you think she’s wet?” Nate asked as his head dipped back down to my nipple.

  “Starting anyway.”

  “Check.”

  I held my breath, not sure if I was waiting for Derek to touch me or hoping he’d refuse. Nate sucked hard on my nipple, eliciting another moan. Derek’s hand lifted from my chest and moved to the tuft of hair above my pussy, but he didn’t dip a finger down to test my wetness, not yet.

  “Is she?”

  “She will be.”

  The weight of Derek’s palm against my pubic bone was driving me crazy. He leaned down and kissed me, his head brushing against Nate’s, then his hand moved—scraping down over my mound and through the wetness he knew would be there to plunge two fingers roughly inside me.

  “I guess she is,” Nate said, referring to the noise I’d made.

  Derek held his fingers up where Nate could see the strings of my arousal webbed between them.

  “Nice. She makes you feel like a hero, doesn’t she?”

  “I never knew I was such a stud until I met Lissie.”

  “I hear you are, though. She says you’ve got a nice dick, really makes her scream.”

  “Well.” Derek cleared his throat. “Well,” he said again. “I hear you’ve got great oral technique.”

  “She said that?” Nate smiled down at me and gave my nipple a tweak.

  “Oh, yeah. I don’t even compare.”

  I hadn’t said that exactly—I wasn’t stupid—but Nate was good and Derek was hung and I apparently needed to learn to keep my mouth shut.

  “You can always work on your technique,” Nate said. “Not much I can do about the size of my dick.”

  “Not going to buy a vacuum pump?”

  They laughed. Derek looked relaxed around Nate for the first time.

  “I’d love to see it.” Nate, being Nate, took it too far.

  “My dick?”

  “Relax, dude, I don’t want to touch it. I’m curious. I keep hearing how much bigger it is.”

  “It’s not that big, not like porn-star big.”

  “Really? I’ve got this idea in my head that it’s huge.”

  Nate was such a manipulator. Derek was big, but he wasn’t porn-star big, and I’d never said he was.

  “Really, dude. It’s pretty normal, I think.” Derek hesitated, but I knew he’d cave. We all waited silently until he flipped the sleeping bag off of himself and pulled his penis out of his boxers. Almost immediately he tucked it away.

  “Not to complain,” Nate said, “but
it wasn’t hard. I’m not saying anything, only it doesn’t tell me much. You know what they say—it’s not the size; it’s the coefficient of expansion. Sorry. Old joke. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. I appreciated it. I really did.”

  “You want to see it hard?”

  “Maybe Lissie could ...”

  “I don’t know if she could.”

  “Performance anxiety. I totally understand. Like stage fright. Hey, don’t sweat it.”

  “Do you think you could?” Derek’s competitive nature chafed.

  “Get hard?” Nate laughed. “I am.” He pulled down his side of the sleeping bag and took off his shorts—no quick peek with Nate. “But it’s different for me. For one thing, I’m an exhibitionist. And for another, touching Lissie like this always gets me hard.” He moved his hand to my pussy, fingering me just out of sight where the sleeping bag still draped over my abdomen. “Doesn’t it you?”

  “If it’s just me and her. I guess I’m the opposite of an exhibitionist.”

  “A voyeur?”

  “No!”

  “Sorry, I’m kidding. Actually, I’m a voyeur too. I think they kind of go together.”

  “That’s why you want to see my dick?”

  “Maybe somewhat. I really did want to see how big it was though. Hey, look at mine.” He reached down and put a hand under his balls and lifted the entire apparatus in Derek’s direction. “Is yours a lot bigger?”

  “Not a lot. It’s thicker, I guess.”

  “Thicker’s good. Isn’t it, Lissie?”

  “Yummy.” I wished Nate would take his hand off his own body and put it back on mine.

  “It might be a little longer too. I don’t know.”

  “It’s longer,” I said. I glanced at Nate, who was now languorously running his hand along his shaft, then at Derek. Derek looked pained, but I noticed something interesting—there was a bulge in the front of his boxers.

  “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Nate said. “I’ll show you, then you show me.”

  “Show me that? I’ve seen it, thanks.”

  “No, not my dick. My oral sex technique. I’ll show you what I use to get Lissie screaming, then you show me what you use. Fair?”

  “I don’t want to watch—”

 

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