Chapter 2

Pam and I sat and talked about our fantasies as well as our sexual fears. I intently listened as Pam spilled her deepest thoughts. My arousal growing with each new thing she talked about. I tried desperately to hide my desire. I wanted to touch her, feel her, please her. I needed to be felt, and pleased. I sighed loudly.

What is wrong Sis? Pam asked

Oh... Ummmm... Nothing. I stammered. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was not convinced. She slowly stood, holding her hands out toward me. I also stood, unsure of what was going to happen, but willing to let Pam be in control of the situation.

She grasp me firmly, pulling me close. Her moist lips only inches from my own. Her firm tits pressing hard against my own. She breathed hard and fast against my flushed skin. I could tell she too was aroused and in need to satisfaction. My mind raced and my body trembled as I fought my urges. She quickly pulled away and sat back down.

Steve and Jake walked back into the campsite a few moments later. I grabbed us each a fresh brew and sat back down. I was nursing my drink when Jake leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Honey, what's wrong? He asked I just shrugged my shoulders. Hell I didn't know. I was kinda confused and unsure of how any of my actions would be taken by Pam. It was obvious to me that she wanted to experience being with a woman and she wanted that woman to be me, but her fears were holding her back. I decided, against my better judgment, that I would have to take matters into my own hands if I planned to show Pam the pleasures of being bisexual. I wanted to talk to Jake about it, I needed his opinion, I wanted his help. I also knew if I talked to him that nothing would happen between Pam and I. I finished my drink and stood. I sensed that all eyes were on me, but I didn't care. After tossing another log onto the fire, I resumed my seat next to my husband.

So what do you ladies have planned for tomorrow? Steve asked. Pam just glanced in her husbands direction. Jake shrugged his shoulders indicating that he didn't have a clue. I didn't know either and shrugged my shoulders as well.

What everyone forget how to talk? Steve said in a rude and nasty voice.

No Steve, We are all enjoying the fire, and keeping our thoughts to ourselves. If you have a problem with that maybe you should go the hell to bed. Pam yelled in a angry tone. We all just kinda looked at Pam like she had lost it. It was not like her to be so vocal. I assumed that she was more frustrated with the bi curious situation than anything. Yet I was still unsure of how to approach her about it.

She stood and strolled over to our tent, unzipped the door and walked inside. I stood too, walking over and peering into the open tent.

Pam, are you okay? I asked in a concerned voice.

Yes, I am fine just a little frustrated with myself is all. I think perhaps I am just tired. She replied. I could feel her pain. I too was frustrated beyond belief.

I could hear the mumbles from behind me. The sound of fire being quenched. The soft amber glow of the remaining hot coals. I scooted inside and from in front of the door and allowed our husbands to join us. Jake had grabbed our lantern from the van and he carried it in one hand and a deck of cards in the other.