Chapter 3

True to habit, I awoke at dawn. This time, Jessica woke with me.

“Morning, baby.” I said kissing her.

“G’mrrrrngg...” she said, kissing me back.

I pulled on a shirt as she unzipped the flap to check to see if the coast was clear. I had a nice view of her pale yellow panties where her skirt had ridden up. The view was not helping my turgid state.

She stepped out, stretching, and I was right behind her as we made our way to the toilet area. We didn’t talk on the way there, shaking off the cobwebs of sleep.

We did our business and washed up.

“How’re you feeling?” I asked. She gave me that goofy smile.

“A little sore, but not as much as yesterday. I feel ... horny? Yeah, horny, like I wanna do it right now!” She said, embracing me.

I had to bend down to kiss her, and there was nothing chaste about that kiss! I had to put a stop to it before we got out of control. Jessica pouted as I disengaged.

“You know we can’t. We could be caught.” I said. She stepped in close, putting her hands on my chest.

“We leave tonight. When we get home, I’ll have to go back to my house, and tomorrow you’ll pick up Karen from the airport. We might not get to see each other for a while. I want to do as much as we can before then.” She whispered.

Her eyes were teary, and she’d made an incredible point. I was dreading going home, too, even though I didn’t want to admit it.

She turned her head and placed her cheek against my chest.

“Can we, just a quick one, please?” She begged.

How was I to deny her? I took her hand and led her to an empty patch of sand behind a manzanita. It would give us some view of the trail, allowing us to hide before we were noticed.

“A REAL quick one, ok?” I said. She nodded, smiling, as we kneeled in the sand. We kissed passionately, tongues dancing out a dance of lust. I turned her around, placing her in front of me. I pushed down on her shoulders, and she went down willingly.

I began by rubbing at her crotch, already damp, and Jessica began purring. I slid my fingers under the fabric of her panties and into the hot wet slit of her pussy.

Jessica moaned loudly as I began to gently finger fuck her, spreading her wetness all around her labia.

I worked my rock hard cock out of my shorts and positioned my self behind her.

“Here, hold your panties out of the way.” I said, breathless. She did as told, and I worked my cockhead up and down her slit.

Jessica whimpered until I pressed my cock into her pussy slowly, inching into her incredible tightness and back out to stretch the muscles of her vaginal tunnel. I bottomed out, against her cervix and started pumping. Slowly at first, but with ever increasing intensity.

I looked down to see her panty clad ass peeking from under the hood of her skirt. I ran my fingers along the simple lace of leg openings, then along the richer lace of the waistband.

Jessica was doing her best to stifle her moaning, I felt her clench and flutter as she screamed from behind her hand, clasped to her own mouth. Her orgasm put me over the edge into my own; I hesitated briefly, but pulled out as I spilled my cum all over those pale yellow panties.

Jessica collapsed onto her belly, while I sat heavily onto my calves. We both sat for a moment, breathing hard. I saw the thick, white globules of my cum surrounded by dark yellow wetness of the plain cotton fabric. I couldn’t think of a more intense love affair with anyone, period.

This eighth grader had now infected my will, but she was right; we’d return home, and she’d have to go home to her mother, pretending she was just an innocent middle schooler whom hadn’t even gotten her first period yet. I was worried there’d be a slip, we’d exchange a look, she’d find stained clothing, she’d confide in a friend, a diary, talk in her sleep ... And then Bubba would be giving it to me, soap or no soap!

“You really like me in a skirt, don’t you?” She asked. There wasn’t getting one past her!

“Yeah; I guess it’s a minor fetish? Skirts and dresses really turn me on. I admitted.

“More than me being naked?” She asked. I nodded.

To me, there was something far more attractive in having a partly dressed girl over a nude one. I felt the cloth did a good job of teasing and playing peek a boo rather than just having it all out there.

“Would you like me more naked if I had boobs?”

Uh oh. I didn’t want her to get confidence issues, this had to be handled delicately.

“Oh honey, I like all girls that way; it’s just my thing, you know? Besides, I prefer small boobs to big, saggy ones.”

Indeed, I must’ve had a traumatic breastfeeding incident as a baby...

She pulled up her top, exposing her flat chest.

“D’ya think I’m ever gonna grow some boobs?”

I laughed.

“Of course you are! Now, we just have to pray a couple mosquitoes come down and bite your nipples!!” I cried.

She pouted. The truth was, she’d probably get them overnight, they’d hurt and leave stretch marks; an unfortunate consequence of a late puberty.

We got up, and dusted ourselves off.

“You go first, babygirl. And hey; you need to rinse off those panties and that skirt. And everything else that’s dirty that may have gotten ... fluids on.” I said.

“You mean cum?” She asked with that goofy smile.

“Yes, dear, cum. You don’t want your mom to find cum in your panties, do you?”

A dark look of terror crossed her face.

“No. No I don’t.” She said.

She went on ahead, I followed a minute later and met David coming down the trail.

“Did you guys save me a spot?” He asked, grinning.

“Yup, just watch your step!” I laughed.

“Ewwwww!”

If David suspected anything, he showed no sign.

I unlocked the truck and loaded up the breakfast provisions. Getting the fire started was no problem, I decided to do another scramble with the remaining food, though I saved the blackberry syrup for Karen.

Jessica was downstream, at the river, washing out her clothes. She was wearing her fleece pjs, which didn’t make a lot of sense to me at that moment.

We all settled in for breakfast, eating up as much as we could fit into our gullets; so as not to leave more leftovers. The three of us cleaned the dishes and flushed out the cooler. We got our utensils packed away, along with the fishing poles and other implements of destruction.

I announced to the kids that we were going on a hike to Skillet Rock and they should dress accordingly, giving Jessica a hard look.

Skillet rock was named so because it resembled a skillet; a shallow rock depression that also resembled a crater, but had been disproven as such. It was about a two mile hike on ever increasing grade through sometimes dense undergrowth, but relatively safe. Light clothes, shorts or possibly even a skirt, but NOT fleece pjs, would suffice for the excursion.

The children retreated to their tents, I to mine. I went with simple shorts and a tee shirt, thick socks and my hiking boots. This trip, we hadn’t been as adventurous, (at least not with the camping activities) David was older, not as interested in such things. The wonder and newness of our camping trips had worn smooth.

I’m sure Jessica felt the same, she seemed to have become more ‘girly’ over the last year or so. David’s tomboy sister had been replaced by this little nymphette. The last three nights’ sexual activities had left me pretty wrung out, my knees were raw from this morning.

I exited my tent and zipped the flap. I looked to my left to see Jessica emerging from hers.

David still hadn’t come out, yet.

Jessica backed out of her flap, giving me a nice view of the backs of her skinny thighs. She was wearing a pink pleated skirt, that the hem was rising as she followed her zipper down. When she reached the bottom, her ass, covered by a beautiful pair of teal blue satin panties, was exposed. The hem of her skirt was resting just below her panties’ waistline. Her legs were tight together, I could clearly see the bulge of her vulva in the crotch.

She was obviously exaggerating this pose, as her skirt wasn’t THAT short.

God, I wanted her! I didn’t care if there were fifty people standing around, I just wanted to ram my cock into her tiny pussy until I exploded.

I quickly trotted though the walkway between our tent sites, she looked at me and grinned; still in that position.

I grabbed her hips and ground MY bulge into hers.

She squealed and laughed as I dry humped her. I ran my fingertips just under the sewed edges of the smooth satin cloth as I ground my trapped penis into her covered labia.

“Quick! Put it in, fuck me quick!” She begged. As much as I wanted to, I knew David would be coming out any second.

“Later, baby. Just wait.” I whispered back.

She whimpered and whined, but when we heard David’s zipper a minute later, we disengaged quickly. Jessica pulled her skirt back into place and smoothed it out. I did what I could for the tent in my shorts, I just had to hope he wouldn’t notice.

Now, realistically, all David would be able to see would be my head and the tops of my shoulders, and maybe the top of Jessica’s head.

“You ready?” I asked David, while Jessica pretended to fiddle with her zipper.

“Yup, found my compass and map.” He said. Smart boy!

“Ok, we’re just waiting on JESSICA!” I said, with extra emphasis on her name. She shot me a dirty look.

“My zipper was stuck, ok?!”

“Sounds like a personal problem to me!” David chortled. She stuck her tongue out at him.

We grabbed our packs, David leading the way, me following Jessica. Her skirt came to just above her knees, the purple top hugged her body comfortably. Her boots with her anklet socks coupled with the rest of the ensemble made her look a lot younger than her fourteen years. Had she been wearing her glasses, she’d appear to be ten or eleven. She happily skipped on, engaging and annoying David, acting more like her age, rather than the much more mature temptress I’d come to know the last few nights.

We soon started to hike uphill, the vegetation becoming more dense. I was breathing heavier, betraying my lack of fitness.

I was no couch potato, but I was sporting a little bit of a gut, somewhat of a ‘dad bod’, though my arms and legs remained toned. Not like muscle bound ripped, just healthy muscle.

But it’d been a long while since I’d worked out or taken care of myself, and now it was showing. I wasn’t winded, yet, just laboring.

Indeed, even Jessica was lagging behind. She was darting side to side on the trail looking through the trees for something.

After a few minutes, she ran past me up the trail.

“David! Wait up; I have to go to the bathroom!” She called.

David was about four hundred yards ahead of us, he turned impatiently.

“You know how to get there, I’m not waiting!” He said, turning back around in a huff. I was left confused, more so when Jessica grabbed my hand and led my back down the trail.

“Jessi, what are you doing? You don’t need me to help you!” I cried. She pulled me to the side.