About ten years ago, I was midway through my college years. During this time, I met what was to be a good buddy of mine, Stan. We had met at a mutual friend’s apartment. She, Ellen, had a get together with about twelve or so of us. It was the beginning of the Fall semester, and it was exciting to meet new people.
Through the semester, Stan had gotten to know Ellen’s roommate, Liza, fairly well. Ellen and Liza had been living together for about a year and a half before Stan and I had met them. They were very outgoing and hospitable, and at different times when they’d have these small get-togethers, Stan and I would find ourselves being the last guests to leave.
Thus, the four of us gradually grew into pretty good friendships. However, Stan and Liza eventually became such good friends, that two years later they were wed. Of course, Ellen and myself were among those in the wedding party. Even though she and I never had inclinations to become more than friends, I still found her to be attractive.
Now, during these years, Stan and I would often go out on weekend backpacking trips. We’d often leave on a Friday afternoon, and return late Sunday night or Monday afternoon. Summer, Winter -- we went whenever.
This one weekend we headed out to hike a fairly remote trail. It was August and pretty hot and sticky during the day, and not too much less so in the evening. We had set camp close to a stream. Since we were part way up a mountain, the water was nice and comfortable. Our first night there, we decided to lounge in the stream. Since it was halfway up the mountain, the stream was full of rocks and boulders of different sizes. Some sections were only a foot deep, but then there’d be a section about the size of a large hot tub that would be three or four feet deep.
We found a nice comfortable hole like this and made that our hangout the first night. I always bring a few beers with me, so we sat back, drank some, and just took in the mountain air. It felt like such freedom.
The next day was pretty much the same -- hot and sticky. Since we didn’t have much daylight the previous day when we first hiked in, we didn’t have time to scout out the area. However, this second day we had all the time in the world to hike about. It was very secluded.
As it started getting dark, we cooked dinner over the fire, and quickly cleaned up our mess. Since we were feeling pretty sticky and dirty, we couldn’t wait to get back into the stream and let it rinse us off as we just laid in it. The hazy moon was out about halfway. I had found a couple sterno cans in my pack, so we lit those and placed them like candles on the rocks. We were sitting naked and happy in the stream.
We sat back and chatted for awhile. I asked Stan how he and Liza were doing.
“Things are going great,” he answered. “That’s cool”, I said, “are y’all still enjoying the physical stuff, or has it become old hat by now?”
“Oh man,” Stan came back, “it has actually gotten better.”
“Really? I thought people always said that it kind of lost it’s thrill after a year or so. Not so for you two, huh?”
“Well, there was a point when it lost a little luster, but then Liza and I started talking more openly about our sexual turn-ons, fantasies and such. We’ve also been able to talk about our past experiences. We were both a little reluctant at first to talk about our past lovers, but we actually found ourselves getting turned on by hearing how sexually minded the other has always been.”
“Wow!” I was pretty amazed at how open they were, especially Liza. She was definitely not a prude, but I never saw her as a “wild girl”. She was also attractive. She was normal height, and was in pretty good shape. She was one of these women who is a tad thicker in the upper torso, but had real nice slender legs. On top of this, she probably had a good 38” bust. Nice to look at , and I’m sure nicer to hold. “So, Liza had a wild past?”
“Well, not too wild.” Stan knew he could trust me not to ever mention any of this conversation to anyone without even having to ask me. “However, there was this one night years ago when she and Ellen had one of those get togethers. As always, you and I were hanging there for awhile after everyone else had left. I can’t believe neither you or I caught onto this, but apparently I had quite the bulge in my shorts.
“Ooh, she noticed your bulge. That’s pretty wild stuff,” I joked.
“Oh wait, you’ll see. See, after you and I left, Ellen and Liza started giggling, and quickly realized what the other one had noticed in my shorts. They began joking around about it, and Ellen started pretending she was me. She took a banana and stuck it in her shorts. ‘Hey, Liza, you ever see a pop tent like this one.’ She was saying shit like that, and started coming up to Liza and humping her leg with the banana. Apparently they really thought this was funny, and Liza pushed Ellen onto the couch, and sat on her lap, facing Ellen, and began grinding her.”
“Whoa, get out!” I said. I got that excited lump in my throat, and felt my little man begin to wake from his slumber. “Good grief!”
“Well, keep listening,” warned Stan. “Apparently they were doing this whole grinding thing for a bit, and they were laughing and groaning and pinching and tickling each other. Ellen squeezed one of Liza’s breasts, and then double-cupped her ass in both of her hands. Soon, where they were once jokingly sticking their tongues out at one another, they soon found their tongues touching. From what Liza says, once that happened, it was obvious to them both that the kidding was now tossed to the side, and they were well on their way to having sex. She said they had some more fun with that banana, and they went down on each other several times.”
