Page 18 of This Time Around

“Luke, I’m not your little sister’s friend anymore. I’m all grown up, and I can take care of myself,” she reminds me.

“Trust me, Blake, I know you’re all grownup. I’ve known for a long fucking time. There is nothing about you resembling my little sister’s friend anymore.” I brush her hair behind her ear and whisper, “It’s really fucking hard though for me to keep reminding myself you are.”

Her breath shudders at my touch, and it makes my dick twitch.

“It’s kind of late, and we are both drunk. If you want to get up early to fish, we should probably call it a night earlier than we did last night,” she advises and then moves from her chair, kisses my forehead, and walks to her tent. I watch the sway of her hips with each step before putting out the fire and heading back to my tent.

I love that sexy sway, and I can’t keep my eyes off it.

Settling into my sleeping bag, I close my eyes, wishing I would just get out of my head already. I roll over and the noise of my rustling sleeping bag echoes. Suddenly, I hear a faint buzzing sound. After a few seconds of it driving me fucking crazy, I sit up. It buzzes for a few seconds, and then stops. I’m guessing Blake fell asleep and her texts are going off like fucking crazy or some shit. Damnit, hopefully it’s not April, texting her because she found out we came camping. Reaching for my phone, I realize it’s dead. When I set it down, I hear the buzz again. Paranoia sets in. I put my clothes back on and walk a few brief steps to Blake’s tent to ask her to check her phone and make sure everything is okay. I quickly unzip the zipper to her tent and when the door falls open, I’m frozen in place, my dick instantly hardening in my pants.

Blake is sitting in the middle of her tent, propped up on one elbow, head tilted back, and the other hand holds a vibrator to her clit. The vibration and sucking sound draw my eyes south. It’s then I realize it’s not just a vibrator. There is a part of the toy peeking out from the lips of her pussy, making short rotating motions as she holds it in place. The softest moan rolls off her lips, barely audible as her eyes shoot to mine. Slight panic crosses her face, but she doesn’t stop as her body convulses. She can’t stop, even if she wanted to. She’s in the middle of an orgasm.

Right here.

In front of me.

And I can’t move either. I just watch, like a fucking creep.

Realizing how wrong it is to watch her, I move back and turn to walk away. I need to get the fuck out of here. My heart is racing, blood running through my veins as if heated by the raging sun.

“Luke, shit. I’m sorry,” she pleads, running behind me, holding a small blanket up, barely covering her half naked, perfect body.

“No. I thought your phone was buzzing with texts and you fell asleep and didn’t hear it. Then I panicked because I thought maybe April was texting you. Pissed we are here. I’m drunk, and then you were, Fuck. Fucking yourself. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have come over.”

“I shouldn’t have been… Fu… Fucking myself,” she laughs. “Next to you.”

“You can do whatever you want in your own tent. I, shit, I just stared at you like a creep,” I admit in regret, turning towards her and brushing my hand through my hair. Her eyes immediately drop to my raging erection, and her mouth drops open.

“You know, it’s uh, It’s been a long day. We should go to bed, for real,” she stutters, walking back towards her tent, her bare ass swaying in the moonlight.

“Blake. Wait,” my shout echoes, and she turns around, trying to lift the small blanket to cover her ass. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was walking into. If I did-” She cuts me off.

“Luke, you were talking about how hard it is to remind yourself I’m April’s friend, something I have been wanting to hear my whole adult life, and you were brushing my hair behind my ear and whispering things. If you didn’t know how turned on I was by how abruptly I left, then I can’t help you. I know this is crossing a line, but you turn me on so fucking much. You always have. So if you ever find yourself in a tent next to me again, and hear a buzzing sound, I can promise you, it is most definitely NOT my phone,” she promises and then turns to make her way back into her tent and I just stand there, dumbfounded with a raging hard on.

A Different Walk of Shame

“I want to wake up where you are…”

-Goo Goo Dolls

Blake

“Coffee-black, and a blueberry muffin top, please,” I place my order with the barista at the coffee cart in the hospital lobby. I woke up early, deciding to surprise Luke with a coffee as a peace offering after the shitshow that unraveled in the middle of the woods. He’d tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but it was, in fact, a big fat fucking deal. The ride home was torture. I have never been more humiliated in my entire life. To make matters worse, my fucking word vomit revealed all of the secret feelings I’ve been harboring for him.

I also didn’t really think this through. I’m not really sure how to find him, or if I will even be able to talk to him. He doesn’t have an office, and he might be too busy… So… this could be a terrible plan.

My internal debate ends abruptly when I hear Cash’s voice just as I turn the corner.

“Fucking. Bitch.”

“Excuse me?” I’m taken back by his reaction. I know I was rude to him, but shit. He looks at me as if my presence pains him.

“Blake, what are you doing here?” he groans looking around to ensure we’re alone. “This is my first day volunteering. I can’t have this conversation with you right now.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t come here for you.”

“Fine,” he huffs, shaking his head.