Ok, after nine months, here it is... the long-awaited Chapter 17 -- and 18?
Yes, and 18. I've never done this before, but I decided to split this day into two chapters. It was going to be 7 or even 8 pages in Lit, and that's a bit too long for a chaptered story. Both are written though, so hopefully they'll post on consecutive days. This one is light on actual sex, but the next one makes up for it in a big way.
On a suggestion from my editor, here's a small warning: there are some mild non-consent/reluctance themes in this part. They're not even as strong as the ones in Chapter 7, but they come out of nowhere and might catch you a little off-guard.
As always, thanks to my editor, AnInsatiableReader, for helping me clean this thing up. When I send it to her, it looks nothing like the finished product you're about to read.
Day 16
Friday, June 27, 2007
Grand Junction, CO
I woke up the next morning stiff as a board -- in more ways than one.
Sleeping in a tent had never bothered me. Hell, I'd spent more than a few nights in the Marines sleeping on the cold, hard ground, and at least now I had a sleeping bag between me and the floor of the tent. Still, my back was barking at me this morning, and I figured it had something to do with last night's adventures with Janine. I'd bent myself into some positions that would make a yoga instructor blanch, all in the name of showing her a good time. It had worked, but I was paying for it now.
That wasn't the stiffness I was most interested in, though. I'd been having a steamy dream about Kelly. As with most dreams, my brain had already forgotten most of the details, but my cock hadn't. I'd managed to toss and turn my way out of the sleeping bag sometime during the night, and my cock was pointing to the sky in the chilly morning air.
At least, I thought it was morning. Internally, I knew it had to be after sunrise by now. Even though my back was a little sore, I didn't usually sleep less than 8 hours without help from an alarm clock. But as I opened my eyes, it wasn't exactly bright outside.
I reached up to rub my eyes and felt hair there, effectively blocking my vision. At the same time, I realized there was a weight on my chest that stretched down my side, past my hip and down my right leg. When I'd hung up with Kelly last night, I was definitely alone. That was no longer the case.
I knew it wasn't Janine. She might have been laying half on top of someone at my campsite, but it wasn't me. Chad had taken a liking to her, and she'd been focused on him from the moment he walked into the bedroom as part of my surprise. She might have woken up and convinced him that leaving the RV before morning was a good call -- ya know, so Gunny Granger didn't come back and commit Marine genocide when he saw his bed -- but they would have just gone to his tent.
Sara and Liz were possibilities, but they weren't exactly the types to throw themselves at men. I knew for a fact Sara didn't have to chase, and Liz had a similar personality. I had no doubt I could have brought Sara in here with me last night, and I had a feeling Liz would be interested as well. Neither was the type to come in unsolicited, though.
Either way, it was time to unwrap my present. I pushed the hair out of my eyes. It was brown, curly and attached to a lithe, athletic body that wore a maroon Mesa State soccer tank top, barely-there gray shorts and little else.
And, yes, I knew who she was.
"Lindsay," I said, gently shaking her shoulders. "It's time to wake up."
I hadn't even considered her. Sure, she'd flirted with me when I met her yesterday, but I had judged her as painfully shy -- way too shy to do something like this. Maybe she did it after everyone left. I didn't know where she would fit into my weekend, but it was time to find out.
She stirred very slowly. The sun wasn't quite blinding, but it was bright enough to be a nuisance, and she brought one hand up to shield her eyes from it. She slowly realized she was in an unfamiliar place and started looking around. When her eyes finally settled on mine, the look on her face was textbook deer-in-the-headlights.
"Oh, wow," was all she said. It took maybe three seconds for her entire face to turn the same color as her shirt.
"Good morning," I said. I gently stroked her hair as she got used to her surroundings.
"Yeah, hi," she said. She turned her head away and laid it back on my chest, looking down my body. It didn't take long before she gasped. "Is that because of me?"
"Well, I woke up with it," I said. There was no point in telling her about my dream. "And you're lying half on top of me. So, yeah, I guess so."
"That's hot," she said. "That's the first time I've ever turned a guy on."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I can pretty much guarantee it's not. You're a sexy girl, Lindsay. Unless every guy you've met is blind, they've noticed."
"Well, this is the first one I've ever seen in person," she said, surprising me again. "So I'm gonna keep looking, if you don't mind."
"Be my guest," I said. She moved her head down onto my stomach, putting her face no more than half a foot away.
"Can I touch it?" she asked, tentatively.
"Sure," I said. "We can't go any farther than that, though."
I felt her fingers wrap around the base of my cock and squeeze gently.
"Why not?"
My reasons hadn't changed from last week in Indy, when some girls had wanted me to pop their friend's cherry. Even if it was just a one-time thing, losing your virginity was a big, emotional deal, and I didn't want to have any kind of deep emotional experiences with anyone but Kelly. I didn't feel like explaining all of that right now, but what I came up with was true, too.
"I'm just passing through your town for a couple days, Lindsay," I said. "Odds are you never see me again after this weekend. You should save your virginity for someone special, or at least, someone who's going to be here two days from now."
"Who says I'm a virgin?" she asked.
