Chapter 2: Forest Secrets Exposed

The phone’s screen dimmed, then went dark. Jeff didn’t see it. He couldn’t. Not with Becca’s mouth on his neck, her teeth grazing his skin, her breath hot and ragged against his ear.

“God, you’re hard again,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around his cock beneath the sleeping bag. Her fingers were deft, practiced. She squeezed the base, then stroked upward, smearing the sticky remnants of his first orgasm along his length. “I didn’t think you’d recover this fast.”

Jeff’s head fell back against the tent pole. His body was still humming from what she’d done—the way she’d impaled herself on him, the impossible heat of her ass swallowing him whole. And now, impossibly, he was stiffening again in her grip. The girl—his best friend’s daughter—was grinning at him in the lantern light, her copper hair tangled and wild, her green eyes feral.

“I want more,” she said. “Outside.”

“Outside?”

She bit her lip and leaned in close, her breasts pressing against his chest. “I want you to bend me over that fallen log by the fire pit. I want the whole forest to hear.”

Jeff’s breath caught. The risk was enormous. Brittney and Matt were maybe thirty feet away in the other tent. But the thought of it—the cool mountain air on his skin, Becca’s pale body arched over rough bark, the echo of her cries bouncing off the pines—sent a surge of blood to his already aching cock.

“You’re insane,” he breathed.

Becca just smiled that mischievous smile and crawled out of the tent without another word, naked, her round ass swaying as she disappeared into the dark.

Jeff followed like a man possessed.

The clearing was silver and black under the moon. The campfire had burned down to glowing embers, casting a faint orange pulse across the clearing. Becca stood by the fallen log, one foot propped on it, her body pale as bone. The cool air had pebbled her skin, and her nipples stood stiff, her copper pubic hair catching the firelight like burnished metal.