Note: this is the third chapter in a multi-part story. You can read from here if you want, but I think it's much better if you read the previous chapters in order. Please don't judge harshly if you haven't read the previous chapters. There is quite a bit of character development that will hopefully make the story flow. Please vote.
When they got to the campsite, Allen, Tanya and Jeff all busied themselves preparing for the evening-setting up the tents, setting up a kitchen, and unpacking essentials for the night. Becky did little to help. Mostly she stayed out of the way.
They combined their food for a nice dinner, which Becky devoured greedily, picking some stuff off Allen's plate as well. Then they just sat around the fire and told stories of different hikes they went on. Becky acted enthralled with every lame story or joke Tanya or Jeff would tell, and treated Allen like he was interrupting whenever he opened his mouth. And of course, all the innuendo and flirting went right on in front of him.
Jeff brought out a pint bottle of Fireball Whiskey and took a large pull before throwing the cap in the fire and handing the bottle to Tanya. She took her share and passed it to Becky who eagerly put the bottle to her lips, tipped it up high and chugged a healthy portion down. She started to hand the bottle back to Jeff, but then stuck it out towards Allen who reluctantly took a small swallow, barely wetting his tongue before handing it to Jeff.
The bottle went around like that until less than a finger's worth was left. The whole time Becky and her two new friends laughed and joked and flirted as their words began to slur. To Allen, the three of them were clearly drunk, but he knew that they just thought they were incredibly clever and funny. He felt like he was watching his chances of fucking Becky tonight swirl down the drain with each tip of the bottle. Normally, a buzzed Becky gave him a little hope. She got horny when she drank. But all of her attention was on Jeff, not Allen.
Jeff stood and moved towards his pack and began rummaging around in it. Allen stood and said to Becky, "It's time to go to bed. We have another long day tomorrow and it won't be very fun with a hangover." He turned and started for the tent.
To his back, Becky said, "I'm just going to stay up a few more minutes and then I'll be in." When she said it, "minutes" sounded more like "minutsh". He knew trying to convince her was hopeless.
Allen woke up alone in his tent. That was odd. It was dark out. The wind blew enough to make a solid rustling noise in the trees. And Becky was not in the tent with him. She hadn't been in the tent when he went to sleep, but he just assumed she came in after he did. The last thing he remembered was the three of them drunkenly talking about how beautiful the waterfall had been and how much fun it was to romp around in the cool water naked. Then Jeff had slurred, "and it was awesome seeing your tits."
When Becky didn't storm into the tent after that, but, instead, laughed hysterically at Jeff, Allen couldn't bear to listen anymore and tuned them out until he was asleep.
Now she was gone. The flap was zipped closed, so she didn't just get up to pee, leaving the flap open for the short excursion. Gradually, over the sound of the trees moving in the wind, he began making out muted voices. Since it was just he and Becky and Tanya and Jeff, the voices must be theirs. The campsite was too remote and too small for it to be anyone else.
He couldn't make out the words, but he could hear giggling and hushed conversation. He looked at his watch. It was just 10:30. He'd been asleep for about 30 minutes. He moved to the window flap and peeked through the screen. The fire from the evening smoldered, but there was no sign of Jeff or Tanya, and, disconcertingly, no sign of Becky. He looked at Jeff and Tanya's tent. It was hard to tell if the tent was moving from the wind or from movement inside.
Occasionally the wind would let up and he would hear snatches of sentences. "...sound asleep...won't wake...SHHHH!....you're bad....SSSHHHH!...." and then the wind would pick up again and it was just muffled sounds he knew were voices. The laughing and the giggling he could make out clearly no matter what. Almost always, the giggling was quickly followed by someone saying "SSHHHH!" earnestly. Allen didn't know what to think. It was obvious that Becky was in the tent with Jeff and Tanya, but his mind didn't want to accept it. What would she be doing there? When did she leave his tent? Did she even come into his tent? He didn't know because he went to sleep before she was ready. He looked out the screen again hoping to find some other explanation for her absence, but saw none.
The wind let up long enough for him to clearly hear the giggling in the other tent. He recognized Becky's laugh for sure, then some mumbled hushed conversation, then Tanya outright laughing, then Becky saying "SSSHHHH" again. Only this time her shushing was cut off by a moan, like SSSHHHHHmmmmmm!" The moan he knew was hers, and he knew she was getting some pleasure. He had been blessed with hearing that moan before as a result of stuff he did to her the infrequent times she had let him.
The wind gusted heartily and all sounds were drowned out. Allen's head was about to explode. He couldn't believe that she was over there with those two that they had just met, and that she was obviously in some intimate situation with one or both of them. He knew he should get up and get out of the tent and confront them, but he sat paralyzed in indecision. Now that the wind was blowing hard enough that he couldn't hear them anymore, he could almost imagine nothing was going on.
Then the wind let up again. There were other sounds now. He could clearly hear Becky moaning, and he could hear wet slapping sounds, timed with the cadence of her moaning, as if she were bouncing along on a horse as she moaned: "Mmmm.....mmmmmm.....mmmmmm....mmmmmm....." And then he heard Tanya shushing, and the moans got quieter. The wet slapping did not get quieter and it disturbed him. His head reeled. He knew someone was having sex in the other tent. He knew Becky was in the other tent. His brain would not come to the conclusion it should have. He couldn't let himself believe Becky was fucking Jeff in a tent mere feet away from him, her boyfriend. There had to be some other explanation. The wind came up and Allen had a moment to think without his ears being assaulted by the sounds in the other tent. Maybe Becky was just watching Jeff fuck Tanya. Last night he had heard them in their tent, and it sounded a lot like it did now.
Still, the thought of Becky in there while they were doing it wasn't much solace. But he was still frozen by confusion. The wind distorting the words he could hear did not help. At least he hoped they were distorted because they were disturbing: "...uck....yeah.....lick.....mmmmmm......oh yeah....FUCK....mmmmmm....squee.........lick.....mother.....ck....." And still someone would shush every moment or two. In his mind he could see Becky naked on all fours with Jeff behind her, thrusting his hips as she bucked back against him. This was a position she always denied Allen. He knew if she was like this, her ample tits would be swaying back and forth with each thrust of Jeff's penis. Tanya probably sat with her legs spread in front of Becky so that she could have her pussy licked by the "ass up/head down" Becky. And Jeff, fucking Jeff, probably smiled smugly while he violated some other guy's girlfriend.
The wind gently died down to nothing. Allen's ears were again assaulted with what were clearly the sounds of someone getting laid in the tent next to his, and he was pretty sure it was Becky. The wet slapping pace had increased and he heard Becky grunting in time to it. He could also hear Tanya murmuring "Lick it, baby. Yeah. MMMMM. Yeah. That's fucking awesome." He could now clearly hear the familiar sounds Becky made during sex, and some he didn't recognize. He heard her say "FUCK me!" around what sounded like something pressed against her lips. He was revolted and turned on at the same time. He had no idea that Becky would fool around with girls. He was shocked that he had a raging erection, even though the thought of his girl with those other two was making his ears ring with anger and frustration.
