Note: This is part 1 of a multi-part Story. Although this one is in Erotic Couplings, future chapters will probably be in a different category as the story will take some turns. I hope the next 4 chapters, which are mostly complete, will make a nice complete story with some twists turns for which you won't have to wait long.
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Allen parked the car in a shady spot in the dirt parking lot. They were lucky to be starting on a weekday, as there were plenty of parking spaces at the trailhead to choose from. Sun rays lit up the dust that still settled around them as he and Becky stepped out of the car. The smell of the pine trees dominated the fresh air as bugs buzzed loudly in the brush. The dust they'd raised on the drive in took minutes to finally settle in the still air. It was peaceful. Becky wandered to the sign with a map of the trail they meant to travel for five days, finishing at the car they parked at the other end. It was before 9:00 AM, but already warm enough that they wouldn't need jackets when they started up the trail.
Allen couldn't believe that Becky was willing to go with him. She did not look like a hiking girl or a girl who would like to be outdoors, especially for 5 days. Allen tried to think back: did he make it clear to her that there were no bathrooms on most of the trail? Becky's fit frame hovered around 5' 4". She had muscular, shapely legs, and a firm build on her upper body, which was a good thing because she needed the muscles to help her carry her large, soft, natural boobs. It wasn't that she didn't seem fit enough to hike for five days. She definitely was. It was that she just didn't seem to be the hiking type. She fell more into the "What restaurant are we going to be eating at tonight?" type, with a healthy helping of "OOOOHH a spider!" thrown in.
But when Allen suggested it, she agreed easily. She had even gone with him a few times for practice hikes to break in her new boots and get used to carrying a pack for more than a few minutes at a time.
It wasn't all rosy though. She did complain a lot about how hot and dirty she got. She often shuffled stuff out of her pack and into Allen's, saying "It's just too heavy. Why do we need [fill in the blank] anyway?" But she also gave the appropriate "OOOHHH" and "AAAHHH" when the scenery kept her from thinking about the straps on her shoulders.
Allen was just glad she wanted to spend time with him, so he put up with her petty whining. Besides, he was getting her to go with him and sleep in a tent out in the wilderness for 5 nights. He figured the frequency of their coupling might increase dramatically with little else to do after the sun went down.
Allen was what most people would call a nerd. He was tall, almost 6 feet, fairly thin and as pale as a clean bed sheet. He didn't play any sports, rarely drank, was pretty awkward around new people and knew a ton of stuff about computers compared to most people. One of his saving graces was that he didn't wear glasses. Another was that he had good, clear skin, and nice hair. When Becky gave her input on his clothing choices, he could actually be almost handsome, as long as he stood still and didn't talk to anyone. And he was good in the woods, having come from a camping family and spending many weekends with his parents hiking trails in this area while he was growing up.
Becky was way out of his league and he knew it. He couldn't believe she even talked to him at first, but she did. Then, to his amazement, she said she wanted to have a lunch with him, which led to a few dinners, and before he knew what was going on, she let him do it with her. She even seemed to not hate it, and complimented him. Well complimented his dick anyway. His final saving grace was that his penis, although not huge, was above average enough to be noticed. At least that's what he ascertained from comments of the other three or four (or two) girls who had let him use it with them.
Even though she was doing this cool adventure enthusiastically, she generally wasn't nice to him and often treated him like crap when they were out at parties, and after the first time they had sex, and a few nights straight of the best sex he ever had in his life, she started doling out sex like beer through an eyedropper. It was infrequent and always when she wanted it, with a total disregard for his desires. Even though she seemed to enjoy their infrequent romps, she always acted like she was doing him a favor by letting him even see her naked. She would rush him out and send him home right afterwards. But lately, her subtle flirtations with other men while they were out together had gotten boldly obvious.
But she was way hotter than any girl he had ever even spoken to for more than a few sentences, so he put up wit it.
He heard her rustling around in the back of the little Subaru wagon he drove. When he went to investigate, she was taking some things out of her pack. A sleeping bag, a water bottle, her camp stove and rain poncho sat on the deck of the car.
"Can you take these for me, Dexter? I'm afraid the pack will really hurt my shoulders. Just for this first day, please? Once I'm more used to the pack, I'll carry my part, promise." She didn't wait for him to answer before she was closing her pack and getting ready to heft it on her shoulders. She had started calling him Dexter as a way of reminding him she thought he was a nerd. It was short for "Poindexter". He didn't like it, but he didn't hate it. Sometimes she called him Dexter during sex and he definitely didn't hate it then.
"Sure thing. No problem," he said as he stared at the pile trying to figure out how to get it in his already stuffed pack.
Becky loaded up and stood glaring at him, trying to force him to be ready with her eyes. He quickly found space for her stuff, shouldered his pack and secured the car. "Let's go," he said happily, leading the way to the trail.
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By the time they got to the first campsite, Becky was whining non-stop. Even though he had tried to help her break in her new boots, they were bothering her feet a lot. He had taken a few pounds more from her pack, and they stopped way more than he wanted to which made it just past sundown by the time they got the tent up. They had seen a few other people on the trail, but had the campsite to themselves. Becky had stopped complaining enough to compliment him on the space. A creek ran nearby, and the trees were green and tall, with branches that came out of the trunks a few feet above their heads as they moved about preparing for the night as the sun and the temperature dropped.
After getting some hot food in her and relaxing on some logs for an hour or so, Becky finally calmed down and was no longer berating Allen and whining about everything. She actually appeared to be enjoying the night air and the stars. Allen waited on her hand and foot to show his appreciation for her coming along and making it through the first day. She didn't seem to notice or care about his attentions, treating him just slightly better than a paid guide and much worse than her boyfriend.
He spent the evening with "Dexter, get me this," and "Dexter, where's my...?" He didn't let it bother him. He had her alone in the woods and was hopeful that she would be happy to do it with him in the small tent.
Finally, after Allen cleaned up all the cooking equipment and packed the food high in a tree to keep bears away ("Bears! You didn't say anything about bears!") it was time for bed. Allen yawned elaborately to let her know that it was late and time to hit the sack. Moments later, Becky said "Let's go to bed Allen. I'm really tired."
"Yeah, me too. Make sure to keep your shoes close to the entrance in case you have to pee later."
