Chapter 6

Haley was holding her empty cup, mopping her face with her shirt. “I never had a rum and cola make me sweat before.”

Marcy asked, “Andy, how many times have you been here?”

“My brother brought me here the first time as my eighteenth birthday present He was getting married later that summer and figured he might not have another chance to party with his kid brother. I’ve been back every year. Tomorrow I’ll be thirty years old, so this is my birthday party. Everyone’s invited.”

“Why don’t we go get our showers and then bring some food down here?” Tina asked.

“Great,” Andy said. “I’ll get the campfire ready, and when you get back, you guys can watch it while I go clean up.”

“See ya in a little while,” I said, and our group walked off to the showers.

Since it was early on the first night of the weekend, the building was deserted. Tom, Jack, and I walked into the men’s side, laid our clean clothes on a bench, and each went into a shower booth. I had shampoo in my eyes when I heard the stall door open.

“Occupied!” I snapped. How fucking stupid can some guys be?

“Now, now, Dan, wouldn’t you like help washing your back?” Marcy purred.

“What are you doing here?”

“Hopefully, getting wet and friendly,” she said, pressing her naked body against me. “I’ll wash you if you wash me.”

“Where are the other girls?” I grabbed her ass to pull our crotches firmly together.

“I’m over here with Tom,” Haley called. She sounded a little breathless already.

“Tina’s in here, oh God,” Jack groaned from his stall.

“Where’s Sonja?” I asked.

“She said she’d shower later. She went back to keep Andy company,” Haley said.

Marcy and I managed to get clean, then messy, then clean again. Even so, we were the first ones out of the shower. We dried each other off and reluctantly got dressed. The others joined us a few minutes later.

“Do you think Andy’s having a good time?” Tina asked as we walked back to the campsite.

“If I know my little sister,” Haley chuckled, “poor Andy doesn’t know what hit him.”

“Andy’s a guy,” Jack said. “Trust me, he doesn’t care.”

When we got back to Andy’s campsite, it was starting to get dark. “Hey gang,” he said, coming out of his orange tent. “I’m ready to start the fire.”

“Did Sonja come back here?” Marcy asked.

“Yeah, she’s getting dressed,” Andy said, pulling a gas can from the enclosed trailer behind his truck. He walked over to the fire ring, a huge thing made from three tractor wheel rims welded together. It was piled high with wood and brush. Opening the can, he splashed a little gasoline into the center of the pile.

“Am I in a party mood yet?” he said to himself. “Yeah, I think I am. You guys in a party mood?” he yelled to us.

“Hell yeah,” Tom answered. The whiskey was starting to catch up with him already.