Chapter 13


    It’s pretty small, though, and we sheltered it from the wind. I don’t waver when I pour some water on it.


    The fish is done anyway, and the sweet potatoes will be fine in the ashes.


    I had gotten hard watching Cami bend over, and my erection hadn’t gone away. I’m lucky that her


    dad didn’te back, because he probably would’ve ughtered me and left my body for the bears if


    he understood how I felt about his daughter. A daughter who was growing more beautiful and womanly


    by the day. If I didn’t want to spontaneouslybust, I’d need to take care of some things.


    There is a mountain stream just two minutes from camp. If Cami needs me, I am within screaming


    distance.


    When I’m right next to the stream, I strip. It isn’t deep, but it is cold. Ice melt is never that nice. I try to


    pour ice water over my dick, but it refuses to go down. Looks like I have a date with my hand.


    It’s past midnight, and my buddy is sleeping off all the Jack that we drank. I’m wide awake, and the


    alcohol has wiped away my scruples. He’s snoring away in our tent, so I unzip the opening and go out


    to Cami’s tent. I unzip it as quietly as I can. I can see just a little slow, steady movement in the scanty


    moonlight that tells me that she’s breathing deeply, sleeping like an angel.


    Iy down on top of her sleeping bag. I put a hand over her mouth and lean in. I whisper in her ear.


    “Cami, wake up.”


    Her eyes are barely open. She’s saying something muffled by my hand.


    “Cami, you have to be quiet.” I thrust my erection at her. Even through the sleeping bag, she can feel


    it. She stills.


    “Cami, I’m going to let go. If you don’t want this, tell me now. Otherwise, stay quiet.”


    I take my hand away. All I can hear is the hooting of an owl. Her breaths areing faster and faster.


    I have my answer. I pull apart her sleeping bag, yanking down her pajama pants and underwear. I pull


    her legs over my shoulders so I can pile drive her. If we had privacy, I’d take my time. Her father, my


    best friend, is sleeping only feet away. Tent walls aren’t much of a barrier.


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    One hand goes between her legs. She’s wet enough for me to take right now, but I rub her for a few


    minutes anyway. I can tell from her heavy breathing that she’s trying very hard not to make any noise.


    Neither of us wants to get busted.


    I stop rubbing her and guide my dick inside of her tight pussy. She’s incredibly warm on a cool night like


    this. I feel like I’m sinking into a sauna.


    I hear her panting very quietly. I thrust all the way, and I hear a muffled gasp. Then I can’t hold myself


    back any longer and begin to swing my hips as quietly as I can, getting as deep as I can. Her muscles


    are contracting around me, fluttering, as I hold back my own groan ofpletion. She’s filled with my


    morning.


    I fumble in the corner for those wet wipes that she brought with her, the ones that we’ve been using to


    wipe our hands before eating. I clean her between her thighs before wiping myself off. I throw the wipe


    into the garbage bag she keeps in her tent.


    “Don’t tell anyone.” She’s still half-naked under me and my dick wants her again, but we’ve taken


    enough risks for tonight.


    I disengage her legs from my shoulders, then I lean down to kiss her, slow and soft. She kisses me


    back timidly at first, then she pushes her tongue inside of my mouth.


    And she’s not an innocent little girl anymore. Yeah, she’s eighteen, but she’s a woman.


    When I open my eyes, I’m standing in a cold mountain stream that’s carried away mye. I shake


    myself off and put on my clothes, even though I’m still a little wet. I walk back to camp.


    It’s so damned inconvenient to want my best friend’s little girl. Maybe it’s just the prolonged exposure,


    having to be in close quarters all the time. I wonder if any of the women in my little ck book would


    mind being called Cami while we fuck.


    Dress Hunt


    Cami


    NOW


    I rinse off, then I find my ratty pajamas. They’re really old but the mostfortable clothing that I own.


    They’re pink, but sort of a grayish pink after all this time. I should’ve thrown them away years ago, but


    they make me feel safe.


    I tuck myself into bed with my Kindle, arranging my pillows so I’m in a cozy nest. Then I hear the


    garage door open. My dad is home.


    “Where are you, Sunshine?”


    I get out of bed and go to the mezzanine. “Here, Dad.”


    “Have you eaten yet?”


    “No. I’m not very hungry.”


    “I thought that we’d celebrate yourst day of working. It’ll be good for us to spend time together before


    you have to go back to school. I made a reservation for seven at your favorite ce, that Italian


    restaurant. I invited Lincoln.”


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