“Hurry uh-uup, Ben!” Emma whined, stretching the word ‘up’ into two syllables. Her fists perched on her hips as she stood atop a boulder further up the trail. As the baby of the family, she was used to pouting and always getting her way. Our parents doted on the twins, spoiling them incessantly; but they were outgrowing their cuteness.
“I’m going to remind you of this when you guys are lagging behind us on the way home,” I called ahead. Dawn and I were taking our time, just enjoying our physical proximity to each other and occasionally commenting on the things around us.
I was still amazed at our relationship. Even though I was currently having sex with three girls, there was never any doubt who was the one romantic love in my life. DJ and Brooke deferred to Dawn at all times, and what they said was true: Everyone in the entire camp pretty much assumed Dawn and I would end up married, even people who weren’t related to us.
If marriage was anything like this summer had been, I would be the happiest man on Earth. Except for sleeping and the occasional toilet break, Dawn and I had spent every single moment of every day together since arriving at camp. That’s pretty much sixteen hours a day. If you consider that I averaged less than two hours a day of quality time together with any of my previous girlfriends, I felt like the past two and a half weeks had been more like five months straight. And in that entire time, I couldn’t remember a single fight. We were perfect together.
Which was why I was now starting to freak out. After all, in another week and a half, we would be separated once again.
Sure, we were used to spending eleven months apart; and after the past summer, we’d realized we were falling in love with each other and still endured the time away. But that was last summer. This time, I felt in my core being that Dawn was my soulmate and I couldn’t imagine even one more day without her. How would I live without her by my side?
“My mom says we’re all getting new cell phones when we get back,” Dawn tried to reassure me. “There’s this family plan and Cingular has this Mobile-to-Mobile thing where the calls to another Cingular phone are free. Convince your parents to get you one and we can talk all the time. Heck, I can put you on speakerphone and listen to you sleep.”
I scrunched up my forehead as I kicked a pebble in front of me. “I guess. Don’t get me wrong, talking on the phone with you is far better than nothing. But…” I sighed. “I’ve never been a phone person, Dawn. You know that. I mean, I’ve kinda always been out of sight, out of mind. I don’t know how to carry on a conversation without seeing someone’s face and getting that… feedback.”
“You’ll figure it out,” she said firmly. “For ME, you’ll figure it out.”
I smiled at that. “Of course I will,” I said with confidence. For Dawn, I could do anything.
“Besides,” Dawn said. “One thing at a time. First you have to get used to not having sex with me anymore.”
“What?” I stopped dead in my tracks. “Why?”
“Period. Remember? I mean, maybe we can still do it, but it’s gonna get messy and cleaning up blood out in the woods doesn’t sound like fun.”
“Oh right, right.” Bashfully, I looked in earnest at my girlfriend. “But we can still do other stuff, right?”
Dawn giggled, “Of course.” She looked up the trail. And with a naughty grin she purred, “Should I drop to my knees right now?”
Uncontrollably, I groaned. But my eyes flicked up the trail to where Emma was once again glaring at us to hurry up. “Fucking tease,” I growled.
Dawn just laughed and looped her arm through mine. And then we hurried to catch up to the little ones.
Dawn DID give me a quick blowjob when we snuck away for a couple of minutes. The girls, of course, noticed. And Dawn and I had a momentary panic attack when Ana tapped her chin and told Dawn, “You’ve got a bit of spit or something right here.”
Dawn blushed and wiped away the glob of semen. Then she quickly jumped into the pool and rinsed her face off to make sure there were no further remains. After that, we horsed around with the younger ones, even getting into a few chicken fights where Dawn and I were the bases while the four 11-year-olds took turns perching on our shoulders and trying to wrestle each other off.
We napped and relaxed in the shade. Dawn was sitting up and chatting with the girls while I dozed with my head in her lap. The valley between her thighs made a wonderful pillow and I couldn’t help but give her a few winks, knowing that I was just inches away from a very naughty place. Dawn had to slap my cheek when I made a move to kiss her down there, right in front of the young ones.
After that, we had to sneak away into the bushes to have a full quickie, possibly our last vaginal intercourse for the next week. This time, Dawn made damn sure there weren’t any stray globs of semen anywhere visible when we were done. Awkward questions would NOT be fun.
There was also one moment that justified our presence as chaperones. The girls were all jumping off a 10-foot ledge into the pool, doing cannonballs or otherwise just trying to make big splashes. At one point, Jenny Wong slipped while climbing up the rocks and opened a nasty set of cuts along her knee. I was quickly on the scene with the first aid kit to disinfect it and put on some bandages. After that, no one was in the mood to keep jumping and we packed up and headed home.
“Ready to go?” I hoisted my backpack and looked back at the cabin door, where Brooke was coming out with her own backpack, the buckle that connected the two shoulder straps still loose.
Brooke nodded, but I saw the loose buckle and smiling, I stepped forward and grabbed the two halves, snapping them together just above her breasts. And as I pulled my hands away, without really thinking I let my fingertips trail down her slopes before pulling away.
Brooke blushed and looked up at me. “Getting a little too close to the goods there, aren’t you?”
“I intend to get a lot closer than that, sis,” I said in a husky voice, my eyes communicating my lust.
She grinned with a twinkle in her eye. For the past two days, with the Evans sisters out of commission on their periods, Brooke and I had been the primary sexual couple. Sure, Dawn and DJ played around with us, and DJ even started to show some signs of Dayna’s affinity for anal play. But Brooke had certainly been enjoying the increased attention I was paying her.
Hooking my thumbs into my own shoulder straps, I turned and we made the short walk to the Evans cabin. Dawn and DJ had yet to emerge, and I checked my watch to verify the time.
When the Evans sisters were five minutes late, I started to get impatient. Dawn was usually like clockwork in her punctuality, a trait I found rare in the girls I knew and just one of the many things that made me love Dawn that much more. Fortunately, my girlfriend came out just then, clearly not dressed for a hike.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as Dawn stepped out still wearing her pajamas and we exchanged quick hugs and a chaste kiss. “I’m feeling miserable. We both are.” Dawn looked back in the door, where DJ was sitting on a couch looking a little green. “Today’s probably my heaviest flow day and I just feel drained. We’re not really in the mood.”
“Oh, okay,” I shrugged. As much as I would like to think my girlfriend was an energizer bunny in the sack, the truth was we occasionally went through times where we just weren’t that horny. Or, well, at least she wasn’t. I was pretty much horny at all times. But even pre-DJ and Brooke, Dawn and I had a perfectly normal day where we had zero sex. And her lack of interest on this day was especially understandable given her current female bodily functions.