Chapter 9

I reached for her clit and began massaging it. That was all it took. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she reared back, her blond hair whipping with the spastic movements of her orgasm. When she was done, she pushed herself upright, laughed, and then reared back again to yell, “FUCK! THAT WAS GOOD!”

We could hear scattered applause and catcalls as Haley lay down on top of me so we could kiss and cuddle our way down from our high. I probably would have passed out right there, my wilting cock slowly slipping from her wetness, but she propped herself up on her hands and said, “Who the hell are they?”

We struggled to our feet and went over to Andy’s tent. There was a group of five young women taking turns trying to suck Andy’s enormous cock. The wandering bands of chicks had arrived.

“Oh, hey guys,” Andy said, “meet the neighbors. They’re camped on the other side of the road, up near you. Ladies, meet Haley and Dan.”

Each of the girls smiled at us, sizing up both of us as we stood there nude and messy, except for the one who was at that moment struggling to force Andy down her throat.

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” I asked.

“Showers,” it sounded like Andy said from between the breasts of a rather buxom lass.

“Good idea,” Haley said.

We picked up our discarded clothing and went back to our camp to get our shower supplies. The others were taking turns washing each other at one of the outdoor shower heads when we got to the bathhouse, and they waited for us until we were cleaned up. Fresher, but still very tired, we made our way back to camp to tackle one of our coolers of beer.

I was nearly asleep when naked Sonja wriggled under the blankets and cuddled against me.

“You’re the only one of the group I haven’t made love with yet,” she whispered. “Can we change that in the morning?”

“At least once,” I yawned.

The college I went to was in a small hick town. The only bar in town ignored all the laws regulating alcohol sales. They got away with it, probably because the town’s sheriff was the bar owner’s brother. If a customer was old enough to be tall enough to see over the bar, they got served without question. Obviously, this made the place a favorite hangout for underage college kids.

One of the courses in my major required a midterm group project that would serve as half of our semester grade. I partnered with my closest friend and best drinking buddy, Tom, who lived across the hall from me. Being typical college kids, we procrastinated on actually doing the damn project. Sure, we did our research and field work more or less on schedule, but we should have been writing up our notes, making our charts and graphs, doing our statistical calculations, and all that other mundane crap all along, but we always had better things to do (like party).