During the summer vacation following my first year of college, myself and a group of friends from high school planned a one-night camping trip like the ones we used to have in high school where we’d all get together with a bottle of whisky and some acoustic guitars. On the evening we were all supposed to get together, only four of us showed up: along with myself, there was Brian, Nate, and Sarah. There should have been at least twice as many of us, and more girls, but I’d brought plenty of Coke and Windsor, so I knew the night wouldn’t be a complete flop. The campsites we favored were a good hour out of town, but they were right on the river, and best of all, they were free. Brian and Nate, who weren’t working that Friday, showed up early in the afternoon so we could get our favorite site. It was the most secluded out of the four available, being the furthest one down the trail.
When I arrived a little after eight o’clock, the sun was just beginning to set. Brian and Nate had been fishing all day and were plenty happy to see the Windsor and Coke I had brought with me, even though Brian was already pretty shitfaced. He’d been drinking all afternoon, Nate told me, and joked that Brian would be out cold by 9:00, since he always passed out when he drank like this. I gave each of us a plastic cup and mixed drinks for all of us, mixing the one I poured for Brian, so he would pass out and quit acting like an idiot. The fool was shouting and screaming, kicking dirt and all sorts of obnoxious shit; if he didn’t pass out, he’d probably crack his head open. Nate and Brian had put together a nice-sized fire, and Brian had started to use it as an obstacle to hurdle over, when one attempt sent him slamming into the dirt. He swore and moaned, calmed down, and passed out right there besides the fire. Eventually Nate and I dragged him into a tent and threw a sleeping bag over him, and that’s where he remained until the morning. Luckily Nate had brought his 6-man tent and had it set up. We’d camped with Brian before and forced him a long time ago to buy his own tent. He got tired of sleeping outside and waking up with a face full of mosquito bites.
An hour passed, and Nate and I started to think that maybe no one else would be showing up. While we drank, we spent most of the time talking about school, sports, and girls we had spent the past year banging at college. Mostly girls. We were talking about the best blow jobs we had received when Sarah showed up. It seemed she had just snuck right up on us. Nate and I were shocked, both not sure whether she heard us or not, but we played it off, jumping up and saying hi, each of us giving her a big hug. After all, we hadn’t seen each other that much since college had started, so we were happy to see her.
Her wavy black hair was cut shorter than the last time I had seen her, with the ends hanging a few inches above her shoulders. She’d always had a pretty face, but with this haircut, she looked really cute. Only 5’3,” she had a sweet little body, a dynamite ass, and these sleek looking legs that had been shaped from several years of high school track and just the right pairing of family genes. That night she was wearing a pair of hiking shoes, a pair of olive cargo shorts, and a maroon scoopneck tanktop revealing her stomach just below her navel, having a nice snug fit, just enough to form itself nicely around her tits. Just by the firelight I could see that she had spent a considerable amount of time outdoors, her skin bronzed by the summer. Over one of her shoulders was a small backpack, and in her arms was a giant checkered fleece blanket that was folded up.
We told Sarah about Brian and she laughed, making a sarcastic remark about how much he had changed since she saw him last. She asked us if anyone else was coming, and we told her we didn’t think so. There was an expression on her face that I couldn’t really distinguish. It almost felt like she was debating on whether she should stay or not, but when I offered her a drink, she gladly obliged. She told us she hadn’t been doing much partying while she was away at college so all week she had been looking forward to getting drunk tonight.
All eyes were on Sarah’s ass as she stooped forward and laid out her blanket besides the fire. We all sat down and I poured her a drink. The three of us talked mostly about our first year of college and what we had done over the summer. Nate was stocking groceries, and Sarah was alternating time between working at her father’s law firm part-time and reclining on her on her parents’ yacht. Her family was filthy rich and out of all of us she was going to be the one who would make something of herself. And make some lucky son of a bitch one happy man. Every time she started talking to us, half the words she said would go right through one ear and out the other because all I could think of was her pouty lips wrapped around one of my erections.
Sarah had been hitting the Windsor-Cokes hard, so I told her she might want to go lay down in the tent. She thought that was a good idea, but first she announced to us that she was going to go pee in the woods. Nate and I craned our necks and peered toward her from where we sat. We could just barely see her pull down her shorts by the light of the fire. From what we could see of it, her ass looked absolutely heavenly, with a tattoo that we hadn’t noticed before of what appeared to be a sun stitched on her lower back. Nate and I just dropped our jaws and gawked, biting our knuckles, and playfully slugging one another on the shoulder. And when she squatted down to do her business, I thought I’d fucking died. All of us guys had been attracted to Sarah, but I had never had a hard-on for her like the one I was beginning to get.
“You dint peek, did you?” she asked, hobbling over to the tent.
“Nope,” we lied, watching her collapse into the tent. Nate and I fell on our backs, imitating our last dying breaths, still in awe over the sweet little ass that just exposed itself to us. For thirty minutes we gossiped over our drinks about how great a lay Sarah might be, exploding into laughter every now and then when the topic got too hot. Then we’d shush each other only to repeat our drunken behavior.
“Let’s go look at her,” I declared, tiptoeing over to the tent with Nate close behind. We shoved our heads through the tent entrance and found Sarah laying face down on our sleeping bags with her legs modestly spread apart dressed in nothing but some sexy black lace panties and her socks. Her perky little ass stabbed up at us, calling our names. “Watch this,” I whispered, curling my index finger in the space between her legs, just an inch behind her pussy. Nate began to laugh, and Sarah stirred. Brushing her leg against my finger as I pulled it back, Nate and I plummeted backwards, pausing outside the tent, afraid that Sarah may have woken up. We heard her whimper and roll around a few times, thinking maybe she had slipped into one of our sleeping bags. We stood still for a few moments, and then crept back into the tent. This time she was lying on her back with her eyes closed and a narrow gap separating her lips. Sarah’s tits were more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. They sloped up her ribs, resting like massive overturned teacups, one gently suspended by gravity over to the left and the other to the right. I grinned at Nate and he followed my lead.
