Day Five

Lauren held me in her arms, looked me in the eyes, and then she kissed me.

“I like you, John, but not that way. I like girls.”

I looked into her eyes...

BEEEEEP, BEEEEEP, BEEEEEP, BEEEEEP, BEEEEEP.

“John, John, wake up, you’re dreaming.”

I sat up, then fell back onto the bed before I reached over and shut off the alarm.

“Are you OK?”

“Not sure,” I said quietly.

I was not sure what was real and what was a dream. Lauren’s hand rested on my shoulder.

“John?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“It’s six-fifteen.”

She kissed me gently, and I kissed her back.

“What’s wrong, John?”

“Nothing. Just a nightmare. Happens occasionally. I’m OK.”

“That’s good. We have a few minutes,” she said shyly.

“We do. What would you like to do with those minutes?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”

As we talked, our hands moved slowly over each other. Her hand found my cock and started to wake it up while I rolled a nipple between my fingers. She gently bit my shoulder as a shudder ran through her body while I played with her.

“I have always wanted...”

“What have you wanted, love?” I asked.

“Mmm, just keep calling me that.” she sighed.

Lauren continued to stroke my cock slowly. Occasionally she would tease my balls with the nail of her finger, which always made me jump.

“What have you wanted?”

“I want you to take me from behind,” she said, her voice shaky.

“You mean your ass?”

She shivered again.

“No, at least, no, not right now. Maybe someday. No. here, I’ll show you.”

She moved around on the bed, lay down on her front and pulled her knees underneath her.

“Now, slide your cock in my pussy.”

“Oh, I get it.”

Her lips were wet, and I could see both her holes, waiting for me. Her pussy oozed a clear fluid that seemed to pool at her clit, while her anus seemed to pulse in time to her breathing. Remembering something I had once read, I licked my finger before I traced it over the pulsing star of her ass. That caused her to jump.

“Oh, fuck. Do that again.”

So I did. This time I took it slow and let it linger, pushing gently on her opening, but not penetrating. Judging by the noises she made, she enjoyed it.

“Oh, we’re going to have to try that, but not now, we don’t have the time or the materials, so just slip your cock in and make me cum baby.”

I stepped forward and ran the head of my cock down until it slipped inside her molten core. The bed almost vibrated as she clutched it. I went slowly until there was no more to give her.

“Fuck, John, did you grow overnight? I am so fucking full,” she gasped.

I don’t think I had ever heard her swear that much. My cock twitched inside of her, which caused her to moan again, deep in her throat.

“Grab my hips and pound my cunt. Fuck me hard and deep and leave nothing behind but your steamy cum.”

Her swearing was making it hard for me to focus. She found a way to excite me that I did not know about, and I did what she wanted. I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. I reamed her cunt with my dick until I could not see straight. Her moans and gasps were lost in the mattress. I could not tell how many orgasms she had if she had any before I reached my peak. My cock seemed to double in size a moment before I poured stream after stream into her pussy. It pushed out around the sides and dripped down her leg before we finally ran out of energy and collapsed in a heap.

“Oh, wow,” I gasped.

“Tell me about it, stud,” she said, and we both laughed at the reference.

We curled into each other and kissed.

“We need to get moving. I have to torture your group this morning, and we should take a dip before we start breakfast,” I said.

“I will need more than a dip,” she said, pulling her hand up from between us. “There has to be a gallon of cum down there.”

“Then we better hurry.”

We hustled down the dock and into the water. Lauren told me to go first; she would be along in a minute. I just nodded, dried off, got dressed, and headed for the fires. At least my back did not hurt this morning as I shouldered my pack. It was still tender, but it did not hurt. As I walked, I could not help but remember my dream. Something had happened last night, and those words, from another life it seems, came back to haunt me. It was clear that both Lauren and Joanne liked boys. But their actions left me more than a little confused. Despite our sex this morning, by the time I got to the fires, my mood was less than upbeat.

“What’s wrong?” Suzanne asked as I joined the group.

“Nothing. Nightmare. I’m still a bit unsettled. Just my brain, working things out.”

“OK, if you’re sure.”

“Positive. What’s for breakfast.”

“I don’t know,” François said, as he read the instructions.

“Let me guess. Bannock.”

“Yeah, how did you know.”

“Cause I hate it. Hard to make, hard to eat. Makes a mess.”

He passed the instructions to Suzanne, who, in turn, gave them to Tay. He swore, in French and both François and I laughed at his reaction.

“What did he say?” Cassie asked.

“Shit, only more colorfully,” I said. “I leave you to it, folks. I need to go and check the course.”

“He hates us,” I heard Roger say.

“No, he just hates breakfast,” François said. “Not that I blame him, this looks like...”

I stopped listening as I moved away from them and up the hill. I hated bannock with a passion. I had snacks in my bag to get me through the morning, and right now, I wanted to think more than I wanted to eat burnt dough. The day was shaping up to be the hottest yet. I was already in a full sweat when I reached the site. It took me a couple of minutes to get my compass out and take the bearing to the first marker. I had an hour to make sure everything was set. I walked the course, and with each marker, I had a strange sense of foreboding. Everything was where it was supposed to be, each bearing checked. For fun, I walked the back bearing and found myself back at the beginning with a couple of minutes to spare. Still, I was concerned. But I had to push it all to the back of my mind and get back to the fires. Rick was just finishing his speech when I arrived.

“Are we ready?” he asked me.

“All set on my end,” I said.

“Let’s get to it then.”

“Group Two with me,” I said.

Lauren waved at me as I gathered up her team. We walked up the hill and got set up.

“Good morning. This is a bit tougher than last time. There are eight points, and you will work in teams of two. Here are your maps and compasses. Each team will leave five minutes apart from the team ahead of it. If you are not back by 11, I will send out a search party.”

I explained the handrails and other features, then sent them off at five-minute intervals.

“This is a pretty tricky course,” George, one of the more attentive of the group observed as we waited.

“Not really. Sure, if you miss a bearing, you might miss the target by a couple of yards, but nothing we didn’t cover in the first course. Just remember what I taught you, and you shouldn’t have any issues.”

He nodded and pulled his partner, Alexander, into a huddle to discuss the first couple of markers. Just before nine-thirty, the last of them were off to the woods, and I turned an headed for Andre’s porch to await their return.

I settled into the chair, and my mind immediately began to brood. It was not like I had lived an utterly monastic lifestyle. A girl named Patty had taught me how to kiss one summer.

“But no tongue, that’s not what good girls do,” she had said.

And she was a good girl. Whatever that meant.

I had met Lenore, a goth chick, the following fall, and through several encounters, she helped me with my technique but never allowed me to touch her below the neck. She disappeared before the last dance of the year and did not come back the following fall. A girl named Jackie let me slide my hands into her pants once and squeezed the bare skin of her ass, but that was a one-time thing. My thoughts still came back, though, to Lucy’s comment, the one that awakened me from a deep sleep.

I like girls.

But I could not help think about the kisses between the three of us as they sat on my thighs. My musings were interrupted by a breaking twig up the path. I looked up, and the first team walked down the trail. I looked at my watch. It was a little after eleven. Not good.

“What did you think?”

“You’re a sick bastard,” Peter spat.

“OK. I need your maps and compass, please.”

They thrust them at me and stormed off down the path towards the lawn. I made a note on my chart and waited for the others. It was five minutes after twelve when the last team walked down the path. They were sweaty and dirty and not happy. They said nothing, just shoved the map at me and stormed off. I shrugged, put them in my bag, and walked back for lunch.

“They do not look happy,” Joanne said as she passed me a sandwich.

“Thanks. No, they are not happy.”

“How long did it take them?” François asked.

“About two hours.”

“Two hours?” Roger asked. “You’re kidding. For that? I mean, there were some tricky bits between four and six, but nothing that would take them two hours.”

“Remind me not to go out with them,” Eric said.

The rest of the team chuckled.

“How do you think they will do?” Roger asked, head-nodding towards Andre’s group.

“Hopefully, they won’t do any worse.”

Rick came out at that point.

“Ready for the afternoon? Let’s go folks.”

I gathered up Andre’s team and went back up the hill. After the standard speech, I sent the first team, Tony and Bill, off on their run.

I sat down and watched the clock. I was down to the last team, Barbara and Bethany. Twins. They came over and stood beside me once I sent the second to last team off on the course.

“You don’t even look at our ass anymore,” Barbara said.

They had the whole blond bimbo act down to a science. They wore short shorts with creeping material on the first day, but today they wore form-fitting jeans and hiking boots. Despite the act, based on the questions they asked, I knew there were brains behind the baby blue eyes they shared.

“I don’t think he likes us,” Bethany said.

“Oh, he likes us, he’s just shy,” Barbara said.

“I’m not shy, ladies. I just have things to do.”

“He’s shy,” Barbara said to Bethany.

“Hm, let’s find out,” Bethany said.

“Ladies, you are up in five,”

Bethany stepped into my arms and kissed me soundly, her tongue dancing against mine.

“Not shy,” she said.

“My turn.”

Barbara did the same, only with a bit more wiggle to her hips as our tongues battled each other.

“Nope, not shy.”

“Get going, ladies. I will see you at the end.”

“Promise? Can we see you naked? You got to see our asses.”

“Go!”

They kissed me on the cheek, then headed out. I did not even see them set their compass, but I was sure they knew where they were going. I shouldered my bag and headed towards Andre’s. I was in a full sweat as I settled into the chair. My thoughts were sluggish in the afternoon heat, and I must have dozed off. I found myself kissing a woman I did not recognize, only to wake up and discover that Suzanne was kissing me.

“What are you doing?”

“Waking you up.”

“You could do it again.”

“Oh, please, can I?”

Suzanne crawled into my lap and proceeded to kiss me soundly, rubbing her body close against me. She encouraged me to slide my hands under her T-shirt. She squeezed when I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers and kissed me harder.

“Keep doing that, I am close, so close, yes, yes, yes.”

I pinched her nipple hard as she shook in my lap. She kissed me again as I slid my hand out from under her shirt and ran it along her bare thigh. She kissed me harder as my finger inched closer to the hem of her shorts. When my finger slipped under the edge, she moaned deep in my mouth.

“John, I’ve never.”

I slid my hand back, but she stopped it.

“Sec.”

Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she fought to regain control.

“I want you ... I want your touch. I want to feel your pulse and your desire. I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you, too. I want ... just not like this. Am I making any sense?”

We kissed again.

“Perfect sense, yes.”

The sound of branches breaking got our attention. She kissed me quickly, then stood up. A moment later, Gabriella and Jim appeared from the forest.

“The first two,” Suzanne said, then looked at me. “What?”

“They were the second pair.”

I stood up and waved them over.

“What happened?”

“That was a hard course,” Gabriella said.

“Sorry, what happened to Bill and Tony?”

They looked at each other and then at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the first two back.”

“We didn’t pass them.”

“Thanks. Can I have your map and compass, please?”

They handed them over and then walked off down the path.

“They got lost. They’ll be along,” Suzanne said, noticing my disquiet.

“Yes, yes, a bad bearing. They will be here shortly.”

“What?”

I looked at my watch. It was a quarter to four.

“Quietly, go find Rick and ask him to join me, and then find François and Roger and send them this way.”

“OK.”

I watched her walk down the path, as two more emerged from the woods. I marked them off, collected my tools, then sat back down. I looked at the sheet and the times for the other teams. Then I started doing the math.

“What’s up, ami?” François asked as he bounded up onto the porch.

“I need some help. Remember how to do reverse bearings?”

“Oui.”

I passed the map and compass over.

“Go find anyone still out there, send them back, quickest.”

“You’re concerned?”

To say the least. It was a bit after four.

“Nervous.”

“Good enough, mon ami. Back soon.”

Fifteen minutes later, the twins arrived.

“That was fun, John,” Bethany said.

“Lots of fun,” Barbara said as she passed me the compass and map.

“How many people did you pass?”

“Most of them, why?” Bethany asked.

“Did you see Bill and Tony?”

The looked at each other then at me.

“Is that why François and Rog headed up the trail?”

“Yes.”

“We didn’t pass them.”

“OK. Thanks.”

“John, what’s up?” Rick asked as he came up.

“Thanks, ladies.”

They headed off, and I brought Rick up to speed.

“Good call sending the team backward. They can handle it?”

“Yes. Best next to me.”

“Keep me posted. If they are not back by five-thirty, we start searching.”

“OK.”

“Think positive.”

“Right.”

He headed back to the main camp, and I continued to wait. By five-thirty, we were missing four people.

“Where are we,” Andre asked as he stepped onto the porch.

“Four short and zero hour.”

François trotted up the path behind him.

“Ami, all clear,” he said.

“Merci, François. Can you operate the station here? You have a whistle?”

“Yes.”

“Three blasts, then one for each of the returning people, please.”

“Got it.”

“Let’s go, Andre.”

We jogged the short distance to the main camp and found Rick standing on the lawn. He waved us over.

“I asked Lauren to round everyone up. Where are we?”

“Four short. Bill, Tony, Ernie, and Trey.”

“Line them up,” Rick said to Andre. “Now, what do we do?”

“Straight-line search. I told them to sit down if they think they are lost. But head west to the creek.”

“So we send someone to the creek head. Let’s get a search lined up. You lead.”

“Everyone is here,” Lauren said.

There was a loose semi-circle looking at Rick.

“John will give you your assignments.”

“We are looking for four of our friends. Bill, Tony, Ernie, and Trey. They fell off the course. I don’t know where. Andre, I need a couple of boats at the creek entrance here. Make sure they have a whistle—one sharp blast and then one for each person. I have François at your cottage waiting. He has three sharp blasts. I want six volunteers to join me.”

Hands went up in succession.

“Thanks. Lauren, two blasts, you are here. Barbara and Bethany, Joanne and Jackson, Dan and Don. Grab your maps and compasses. Does everyone have a whistle? It is five forty-five. We search until seven forty-five. No later. Everyone back here by Eight. The handrail is the creek. Questions?”

“I’ll get you some food,” Rick said.

“Thanks, Rick.”

Andre started issuing orders for canoes to sit offshore while Lauren got the rest of them making dinner. Rick was back a few minutes later with sandwiches and water.

“No risks,” he said.

“No risks. Let’s go, people.”

We started up the hill, and I was surprised when Cassie and Suzanne came with me.

“You need someone to take notes,” Cassie said simply.

We reached the starting point. I looked around.

“We’re following your lead, John,” Roger said.

“Thanks. Set bearing to the first maker.”

They took out their compass and set them. Then compared them with mine.

“Spread out as we walk forward.”

We started. About halfway to the first marker, I stopped everyone and pulled out my map.

“Jo, you and Jackson, on zero eight five. You should hit the seventh marker. Killer B’s, two five zero. When you hit the maker, continue to the handrail and down to the bay.”

“Killer B’s,” Barbara said. “We like that!”

“Dan, Don, Come here, bring the map.”

They hustled over and handed me their map. I made a handful of marks on it before I passed it back.

“Can you read my handwriting?”

“It’s like it’s typed, John,” Don said.

“But what’s it mean?” Dan said.

“Head out on three hundred, then come left along ninety to the marker, then back along two ten to here and then back to the lawn. Clear?”

“If we miss it?”

“You won’t.”

“Got it!”

“Questions anyone? Remember when you hit your mark, call out. Wait, call out, wait. Move on. Repeat. I want everyone back by seven-thirty.”

There were no questions, and everyone headed out.

“What about us?” Cassie asked.

“We have a larger path. Set three-five-zero and off we go.”

I pulled my pace beads from my pocket, and we started walking.

It was a little before six-thirty, and our throats were raw. We shared some water when I heard the whistle. One, two, three. Then a pause. Then one, two blasts. Two were home. Two were still missing. Both women gave me a quick kiss.

“We’re not out of the woods yet,” I said, but I was happy to have them with me.