Casey Without Clothes Ch 01

Author's Note: Two-part story, all characters are over eighteen.

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It was a beautiful evening. It was a clear night, the stars were out, and the temperature was just on the chilly side of comfortable, but our campfire made it nice and cozy.

A group of us had rented a few cabins for the weekend. Just an excuse to get away from real life for a time and indulge ourselves. A chance to relax. There were six of us around the fire at the moment, with plenty more hanging out back inside one of the cabins. Plenty of friends without quite spilling over into being too crowded.

Unlike most group activities I'd been involved in, I wasn't overly concerned with who all was there and what I wanted to spend my time doing. This time I had my chair by the fire, a half-finished beer in my right hand, and someone else's hand in my left.

I still couldn't quite believe it. I'd dabbled with having a crush on Kara over the years. She was exactly my type was the problem. She was also, so I'd always thought, painfully straight. Which to be fair, unattainable through no fault of my own did tend to be my type way, way too often.

I glanced sidelong at Kara. The perfect curve of her face was artistically lit by flickering firelight, making her even more mysterious and beautiful. And I got to sit here and play handsy with her while we both got lightly, deliciously drunk.

Kara caught me staring and smiled at me, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. I blushed and turned away to take another drink. It was no fair the way she could make me feel. I was the experienced lesbian, damn it, I should have been able to make her melt with a well-placed smile, not vice versa. Not that that's how it ever worked, and I very well knew it.

I squeezed her hand back, delighting just in being able to do such small things. Just little touches. New relationships were often amazing that way, when the smallest things could still make me giddy and feel like I was getting away with something I shouldn't. Even more so in this case, since most of the dates and minor crushes I had never went anywhere, or never turned out to be as much fun as I'd hoped.

But Kara... Kara was something special. Honestly it was a good thing I had a buzz on, because I got too nervous for my own good sometimes worrying about messing it all up before we really had a chance.

"Whatcha thinkin', Casey?" Kara murmured to me.

I bit my lip and slowly dared to meet her eyes again. "I don't want to say."

"About me again, huh?" she teased.

"Maybe."

"You're very cute when you get all shy and blushy, you know," Kara said.

Her words of course made me even shyer and blushier, as she'd no doubt intended. But she called me cute, so it was well worth it.

I clung to her hand, wanting to scoot our camp chairs even closer and lean up against her, but not feeling near brave enough for such a move. As fresh and exciting as a new fling could be, it was also kind of agonizing to try and navigate all the things I wanted to do while keeping in mind what she would and wouldn't be ok with.

"Always used to love that when you'd start dating someone," Kara continued softly. "You'd get so smiley and secretive. Or at least you thought you were being secret about it. You never hid it well."

"Was never trying all that hard," I protested. "And you did not always notice."

"Sure I did." Her thumb rubbed my knuckles again. "I know you pretty well, Case."

"Not that well," I argued. "You never knew I had a crush on you for years."

Kara cocked her head, flame glinting in her eyes as she watched me. "No, I knew," was all she said.

I must have been stupidly cute after she said that, because I knew for sure I was blushing bright red. I consoled myself with the knowledge that in our current lighting, she couldn't really see my blushes as well she claimed. Even still, I made the excuse of standing up to feed more wood on the fire just to hide my expression and pull my telltale pounding heart further away for a moment. Not that anyone could hear it. Probably. Hopefully. Bodies could be so embarrassing sometimes.

When I sat back down, Kara casually put her hand on my leg, smooth as could be. I froze, midway through reaching to take her hand again. This was better though. Much better. Did she realize? She must. But she wasn't even looking at me. Just the fire.

I did what I always did when someone was touching me in a way that I liked but I wasn't sure if they realized; I did nothing. I moved as little as possible, did my level best not to draw attention, and just enjoyed what I could get.

Kara knew what she was about, as it turned out. This I realized when after a few minutes of neither of us moving, she started rubbing my thigh. It wasn't much, but it was decidedly intimate and really quite wonderful.

There was again the vague sense that as the more experienced of the two of us when it came to touching girls, I should be the one sneaking feels of her. And often I was, though only little things here and there. She was the one really going for it. It was confusing, but in a way that I was very happy to encourage more of.

"Did you really know I liked you all that time?" I asked quietly, trying to pretend like she wasn't getting me all hot and bothered with her wandering hand.

"Yes," Kara said.

"How come you never said anything?" I asked.

"Do you tell everyone who's got a crush on you that you know about it?" she asked pointedly.

"Well... no. I guess not," I admitted. "That's fair."

Kara nodded. "Besides, I liked you as a friend and didn't want to make it weird."

I glanced at her hand on my thigh. It kept creeping toward more intimate territory, slowly but inexorably.

"Is this what happens when it gets weird?" I asked. "Because in that case I'm ok with weird."

Kara gave me a mysterious smile, all the more alluring in the dance of the firelight. "This is what happens when I realize I might also like girls, actually," she said. "And that I get to try dating someone way cooler than any of my ex-boyfriends."

"Fuck you," I hissed. "Stop making me blush so much. Goddamn."

Kara laughed softly, but her hand stopped moving. I never wanted her to stop feeling me up, but couldn't think how to articulate that in a subtle way.

"I do feel bad sometimes," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

"Like... this is new for me, and I can't promise it's what I really want long term." Kara's thumb rubbed back and forth on me while the rest of her hand remained still. "I feel a bit like I'm using you to figure out what I want."

"Oh," I said. "That. Well that's ok."

"What?"

I grinned. "I'm so charming and sexy I'll have you convinced in no time."

Kara laughed far louder than before, and much to my delight resumed rubbing my thigh.

Her laugh did, however, attract more attention from our friends around the fire. I'd been mostly ignoring them in favour of Kara's attention, but it was kind of a good idea not to forget they were there entirely.

John and Erin, another couple, remained wrapped up in each other, even more so than Kara and I. I was actually fairly jealous of how much making out was going on between them.

Alex had been in his own little world watching the flames dance, and Viv had actively been playing with the fire, using a long stick to poke at it from time to time.

There was still the rest of our group as well, back in the cabins, but they were even less on my radar than those of us currently present. We were none of us sober, as far as I could tell, and it was an easy night to forget just how social we were technically meant to be.

"You two having fun over there, huh?" Viv said from across the campfire.

Her eyes flicked to Kara's hand in my lap, so I wasn't sure whether the comment was directed at Kara's laughing or her intimate touch.

"We are, thanks," Kara said cheerfully.

I nodded my agreement while trying not to be too terribly eager about it.

Viv gazed more purposefully at Kara's wandering hand. "You gonna keep rubbing her all night or what?"

I bit my lip before I could utter the word "hopefully" out loud. I very much wasn't expecting Kara to be even hornier about it than that.

"You should see what I'd get up to if I could get in her pants," Kara said.

Alex's eyes popped with sudden interest, and I imagined I probably looked just about as startled and interested, because I was. Kara and Viv started cracking up after a minute, making me think there was some joke I was missing. Even John and Erin tore their eyes away from each other for a moment, but decided nothing exciting was actually happening. Yet.

"What would you do?" I asked.

"I'm kidding, Case," Kara said, giving my thigh a comforting squeeze.

"I'm not," I responded without missing a beat.

It was a risky maneuver, fueled by booze and the arousal that had built up due to her touch. Not something I would have dared otherwise at this stage of our budding relationship, especially with Kara of all people. There was still that fear, valid or not, that I could scare her back to boys, and that we'd remain in the same general friend-group so I'd have to face my own stupidity ever after.

The risk was calculated, at least. She was rubbing my thigh quite intimately, taking a bigger step than we had before. I wasn't the only horny one here.

Kara appraised me for longer than was comfortable, making me squirm in my seat. With her hand on me, she could feel exactly how wiggly I was, which only made it worse. Her face was inscrutable in the flickering firelight, but not overtly turned off at least.

"Only one way to find out," Kara finally said, a faint smirk appearing on her lips.

A shiver ran through me. "What's that?"

"Let me in your pants."

I looked down at myself, at her hand, at my tight jeans. "Not so easy at the moment," I said regretfully. "We could, uh, go to our room, if you want."

I was aware other people were still listening, but I wasn't passing up a chance that might be there for the sake of propriety.

Kara laughed and sat back, removing her hand from my leg in the process, to my disappointment. "Damn, I almost thought you'd take your pants off right here," she teased.

I bit my lip, butterflies darting about in my tummy. "Is that what you wanted?"

She shrugged. "Dunno, really. I'm... not really thinking ahead this evening. Just seeing what happens."

I nearly groaned. That was the sort of line I could make use of. It indicated that she was nebulously ready for something, if only I could make that something happen, whatever it was.

"You're always taking your pants off," Kara continued airily. "Going swimming, or trying on clothes, or whatever."

"Those are different circumstances and you very well know it," I said, a touch breathlessly. "It's not like I look for excuses." Mostly, I added silently.

"That's too bad," Kara said. "You have such nice legs."

She was still teasing, I was under no illusions otherwise. But the idea that she liked my legs, that perhaps she'd taken notice on those occasions--which admittedly were bound to occur with me every now and then--when I'd taken my pants off for some reason, it drove me crazy.

I wanted so badly for her to want me. I'd sort of known that in the back of my head anyway. My low-key crush had graduated to something stronger ever since she'd caught me by surprise and asked me out. I'd never assumed I stood much of a chance before that, not with an assumed straight girl. Now that I did, I wanted to seize that chance. Not by rushing into it and doing something stupid, but if she was pushing for something, even subtly and confusingly...

I slowly stood up, legs wobbly for reasons that mostly weren't beer related. "Well," I said, attempting more confidence than I felt, "if no one else minds..."

"Hehe, do it," Viv giggled.

Alex remained wide-eyed and nodded. "Yeah, that's ok," he croaked, failing even harder than me to remain cool.

John and Erin were mid-makeout, and apparently unaware anything was happening.

I turned to look at Kara, fingers already toying with the top of my jeans. She was chewing on her lip in an uncertain but really rather seductive way. She met my eyes and time froze for a moment, feeling as though it were just the two of us, all alone.

"Dare you," Kara finally said.

"Ah!" I made a shocked face though it wasn't like I'd intended to back down even before that. "Oh it's on then."

Fully watching her, trying to ignore the rest of my audience for the moment, I committed myself and wiggled out of my pants. I didn't quite dare make a show of it, though it would have been nice to entice Kara even more through my performance. I mostly just focused on getting my jeans off and kicking them to the side, next to my chair. It meant awkwardly pulling my sneakers off in the process and jamming them back on, but other than that I was almost suave about it. Almost.

Kara grinned wide as she stared at me, and the calm reverie of the night was broken by Viv giving an enthusiastic cheer.

I turned a tad bashfully to Viv and Alex's full attention, and even John and Erin were watching me now rather than each other. Viv was making the most obvious appreciative noise, but I got few other laughs or nods of approval.

It was all flattering enough in its own way. I had their interest via standing before them rather artfully lit in my layered shirts, and panties that were just barely on the right side of modest. I wore sexy underwear around Kara these days, just in case it became relevant, but I hadn't gone full slutty with my choices. That turned out to be a good decision this evening.

On the other hand, and hopefully it wasn't noticeable, I was fairly horny and wet by this point. Theoretical modesty of panties went out the window if they were visibly soaked. I was pretty sure that was the rule. I really didn't think I was in danger of that at the moment, but I wasn't as far away as would have been safe either.

Leaning in to the various applause and interest, as seemed my only real option, I gave a flamboyant bow, then settled back in my seat. I knew better than to expect all attention to slip away from me just because I sat down. If anything, I realized belatedly, sitting down might make me appear more nude than before, as my panties wouldn't really be as apparent. I might just seem to be bottomless. I'd just have to live with it, I supposed.

"You really do always find a way to take your pants off, huh?" Kara said, setting her hand back on my thigh.

"You dared me!" I said firmly. "You can't act like you aren't just as much to blame."

"You'd have done it without the dare," Kara said.

"Maybe. Doesn't matter, 'cause you did dare me."

I tried to remain collected as she gave me a mysterious, teasing smile and rubbed my leg. She was touching bare skin now, and between the slight chill of the air, the answering warmth of the fire, and the softness of her touch, I was a horny little mess of sensory excitement.

God I wanted her to touch me. Anywhere at all that she wanted. I had a few specific ideas of where she could try, but I still didn't feel like I could get away with demanding pussy rubs, for instance. Her touch on my thigh was all I was getting for now, but it was just the perfect tease, getting me all hot and bothered without the promise of anything more.

It took a while for attention to fade. John and Erin were back to their own devices shortly enough, a girl without pants simply insufficient to keep them away from each other for long. Viv and Alex kept staring--while pretending they weren't, of course--for far longer.

Even worse when Simon came puttering out from inside. He was half-drunk, same as most of us, and it took him a while to realize anything was up. He was too busy trying to set up a camp chair on a flat enough piece of ground by the fire, chatting away, and it was almost comical to follow his eyes once he finally caught sight of my bare legs and followed them up to my body and the flickering shadows kept it ambiguous whether I had any underwear on at all.

Since he didn't ask why I had no pants on, no one explained. The mystery hanging in the air left me enjoyably embarrassed. Kara's touch on my leg sent more tingles through me than before as mental and physical arousal combined into something greater than either alone.

Still, it was all something that would fade in time. I wasn't actually showing anything inappropriate, and certainly wasn't behaving interestingly enough to keep people's attention.

"Hey Case?" Kara said.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Done my beer. You mind grabbing me another?"

I stared at her, and she in return batted her eyes winsomely.

"Without my pants on?" I asked. "You want me to just march over there and grab a beer?"

I heard a strangled choking sound from Simon, who'd just had his first verbal confirmation that I had no bottoms on. He could see that well enough, but it probably had been somewhat surreal for him that no one was acknowledging the fact.

"That's right," Kara said with a sigh. "I forgot you're probably too shy and modest for such a thing. That's too bad."

I set my jaw. I knew she was playing me. She wasn't even subtle about it. Annoyingly, it still worked. "This is trickery," I said.

"Perhaps," Kara agreed.

"Is this actually worth my embarrassment?" I asked.

"You'll have my gratitude," she said.

"How much?" I asked suspiciously.

"And I'll get to watch you walk away," she added, ignoring my question.

"That sounds like a benefit for everyone else, not me," I said.

"A benefit for me, certainly," Kara said, a hint of breathiness to her voice.

I groaned. She had me and she knew it. Any chance to try and get her horny over me or desiring me was a golden opportunity. I wanted her staring at my ass, if I could get it. I needing her to want me the way I wanted her. It was an unfair situation, she was taking advantage of it, and still as I looked into her fire-lit eyes and saw the impish crook of her lips, I was ready to fall head first into her playful manipulations.

"This is what I get for trying to date a straight girl," I said aloud, hopefully pitched so only Kara could hear me. "My own damn fault."

"Not as straight as I used to be," she said, pouting prettily at the implication.

"And thank fuck for that," I said.

I pushed myself to my feet before I could think myself out of it. I drew eyes again, as I'd known I would. I drained the last of my beer and accepted Kara's empty bottle, then turned and headed toward our cabin, the main one where the more boisterous party was proceeding.

It was an effort of sheer will not to look back to see who all was watching me. This was my chance to score some horny points on Kara in particular, though I had no illusions it would be her alone. It was painful not to check that I had her attention, but it was a more powerful move if I simply walked away--hips swinging for maximum effect, of course--and acted like I already knew where her eyes were.

My choice of panties once again worked out for me. They were cute and sexy enough that I could handle multiple sets of eyes on them if need be, without being slutty enough to really embarrass myself. Certain pairs in my wardrobe would have left me emotionally unable to shake my butt at several of my friends in this way, not if I wanted to ever look them in the eye again afterward. This pair gave a bit of a show without overdoing it, and I embraced that as best I could.

Then again, the potentially six sets of eyes on me wasn't half as bad as the interior of the party cabin. I grew nervous and shaky as I approached the door, and had to stop and take several deep, calming breaths. I would have been absolutely fine, I thought, if Kara had been right next to me. Alone was a whole other story.

I pushed inside, entering the roar of music and loud conversation, such a different vibe from the campfire. Most people would be anywhere from buzzed to drunk by now, or otherwise stoned in some fashion. That plus everyone already being focused on something else meant that I escaped mostly unscathed as I weaved past friends and acquaintances toward the kitchen area.