Who the F Is This Girl?
by Dennis Longletter
Copyright© 2026 by Dennis Longletter
Erotica Sex Story: Mark hates his friend`s girlfriend and the feeling is mutual. Or is it...?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Oral Sex .
Mark was sitting on stairs in front of an apartment building. He had a backpack, a cooler full of beer and a tent beside him. It was afternoon and he was waiting for his friend Paul to pick him up. They agreed to go camping together for the weekend. Paul said he knew a great spot in the mountains. According to Paul it was about a 2 and a half hour drive from Mark’s place.
To be honest, he did not really like camping. He agreed to go mainly because Paul was a decent guy and Mark had already found fake excuses to skip the last two invitations from Paul. One time he asked him to go fishing with him and the second time it was some long hiking trip. Paul promised this time they would just camp out there, enjoy an amazing view and cook some meat and stuff over a fire. Add plenty of beer to that equation and it may turn out to be a half decent trip, thought Mark.
Anyway here he was, sitting and waiting. He was mulling over whether to open one beer already or wait. It was very warm so he was leaning towards opening one. Paul was already 15 minutes late so Mark decided he had earned to open one beer to ease his pain he had suffered having to wait Paul more than 15 minutes already. He was smirking when he opened the beer. He was amused by how stupid excuse he had found to justify opening a beer in the middle of the day.
He took a sip. The first sip of a cold beer on a hot day always tastes like heaven. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of cold beer flowing down in him.
Moments later he heard a car stopping in front of him and a short burst of the car horn was blasted.
Mark opened his eyes but he already knew it was Paul, and he was right. Paul had rolled down the driver’s window and had the widest smile on his face.
“Are you ready for the greatest adventure of your life, buddy?” He shouted in a badly acted, dramatic voice.
The voice he made was so bad, it made it funnier, thought Mark.
Mark and Paul became friends in high school. Paul was and actually still is a bit of a nerd. He was doing well in classes and Mark did not. Mark was good at sports and he was very popular with girls. At one point their math teacher suggested that Paul help Mark study or else there is a possibility Mark will fail the class. Every time Mark thought about that, he smiled at how much this was like a typical comedy movie plot. A geek and sporty ladies guy study together and become friends. Anyway that’s how it was.
Mark started to take Paul to parties and introduce him to girls and popular kids etc. They were not the best friends but Paul was decent enough to hang out sometimes.
There was one small thing though that Mark held a tiny bit against Paul. In their senior year of high school, a new girl came to their class. Her name was Betty. She was a bit dorky but had a pretty face so Mark decided to try and have a thing with her. Betty was not impressed by Mark’s good looks and he had to make extra efforts to seduce her. At one party where he had brought Paul too he introduced them to each other. Anyway, long story short - two weeks later Mark found out that Betty and Paul are dating. Mark was mad at first but since they broke up two months later, he kind of let it go. But somewhere deep down it still pisses him off. But high school was over for 4 years by now already and time heals all wounds and shit.
Ok, so there was Paul, grinning from ear to ear. Mark smiled, waved to Paul and said “Calm down, cowboy, you promised, it was just cooking meat and drinking beer. Don’t you try to drag me into some adventure now.”
He stood up and started to collect his stuff from stairs and then he heard that fucking voice. That fucking, annoying, whiney voice.
“Of course he is already drunk in the middle of the day. What a lowlife” the voice said.
Mark turned around there she was, looking over Paul’s shoulder in the passenger’s seat.
Becky. Mark had almost forgotten about Becky. Or maybe he just tried to forget about Becky.
Becky was Paul’s girlfriend. Mark was not sure why they were together. Becky was no 10/10 but she was definitely out of Paul’s league. Paul was smart and was probably going places in life so maybe Becky saw that and that’s why she was ready to date down. And Becky was probably only mean with Mark and nice with Paul.
Mark had met Becky only three times but those were enough for him to realise that Becky for some reason did not like him and to be honest Mark did not like that bitch too. She was always cold and arrogant towards Mark and while it was almost a bit amusing to him, he decided not to be nice to her too.
Becky had a kind of a pretty face. But since it was always whiney and almost angry when Mark was around then that little beauty she had almost lost. All those three times they met, Becky wore some baggy trousers and some wide sweater or a hoodie or something. Anyway Mark did not know how good or bad her body was. And he did not care either.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” asked Mark. “I thought we were going just you and me.”
“Oh stop whining, you can do a Brokeback Mountain with some of your other friends” snapped Becky and she seemed especially proud of that comment.
“My Paul likes girls,” she added.
“Oh, come on guys. Please stop. Can we be friends for just that weekend? For me, please” said Paul with a funny voice again.
“I thought, I will bring Becky with us, so we can hang together and who knows, maybe you two can even become friends” added Paul.
“The hell will freeze over, before that happens” mumbled Mark.
Becky rolled her eyes “With that one? You wish. Whatever.”
Paul stepped out of the car and stretched. “It was an hour long drive here thanks to the traffic jams. I need to stretch a bit before we head out.”
“Becky, come on out. We have a long drive ahead and I don’t want to make the first stop in 20 minutes just because you sat in a car when you had a chance to stretch.”
“That’s a good idea, honey” said Becky and also stepped out. She came around the car and Mark saw her for the first time in anything else than baggy clothes.
Becky had very short jeans and a t-shirt that was actually her size for a change. Or that shirt may have even been one size too small because it was pretty tight fitting and hugged her body well. Becky had very nice legs and if she did not stuffed something in her bra, a pretty decent rack. Mark thought that if she was not such a bitch, she had the potential to be almost 7 or 8 out of 10.
His thought was interrupted by Becky “Stop staring, you pervert.”
“I was just amazed how well you know how to dress for a camping trip” snapped Mark quickly back sarcastically and smirked.
“Easy now, you two. Becky has the appropriate clothes with her and she will change when we get there. Right, honey?” told Paul.
“Yes of course” said Becky. She looked at Mark, gave him an arrogant smirk and a middle finger. She walked back towards the car’s passenger seat.
The drive was long but fortunately Paul and Mark did most of the talking so the air in the car stayed relatively calm. Becky was complaining a bit how long the drive was and declared she will not sit in a car after that for at least 24 hours.
Finally they arrived. Paul was not lying, the place was beautiful. The view from the top of a mountain was just breathtaking. Paul pointed out where they can put up their tents, make fire etc.
Since it was already early evening, they decided to put tents up and after that get the fire going.
The guys were going to the trunk of the car and Mark lifted his backpack, tent and a cooler out. Paul lifted out their bag with clothes and stuff, Mark assumed. Right when Paul lifted their bag, he was like “No, no, no.” He dropped the bag to the ground and opened it up. A quick “Fuck” followed. Mark looked over his shoulder and saw some trainers, a towel and a couple of other stuff in the bag.
“Your training bag, I assume?” asked Mark.
Paul exhaled long and hard and said “Yes.”
“Why did you pack your training bag for a camping trip?” asked Mark jokingly. “And where the fuck is your tent?”
“I packed everything correctly but I asked Becky to bring the stuff to the car since we were in a hurry. Well I guess thats what you get when you dont double check stuff. Fuck” answered Paul.
“Oh boy” thought Mark. Becky was about to get it now. He was expecting a show now and was smiling.
Mark went to Becky and said “Honey. Did you remember when I asked you to bring our camping bag and a tent to the car?”
“Of course. You said take the duffel bag from your room and I did exactly that. Is everything ok?”
“Well, no, you took the wrong bag with my training stuff and I said take bags from my dresser. Anyway what’s done is done.”
“Thats it?” thought Mark. He was disappointed.
“Anyway, I guess the camping trip is off now? Let’s head back?” asked Mark.
“No, no, no. Let me jump in the car and bring our stuff. I have been waiting that trip for a long time and I will not let it fail for a minor fail” said Paul.
“Dont be ridiculous, it is a 5 hour drive and I dont want to be here alone with that creep” complained Becky and obviously referred to Mark.
“I am going and will be back before you know. And we will have a great time. Let’s not waste any more time. The sooner I leave, the sooner I will be back” said Paul, gave Becky a kiss and drove away.
Mark and Becky stood there for a while, not knowing what to do or say. Mark looked at Becky. She was standing there, hands crossed and grumpy as always.
“What are you looking at? Go put your tent up or something” snapped Becky.
Mark opened a beer, took a couple of sips and started to put up the tent.
The next hour was quiet. Becky did not say a word, birds sang and the forest around them rustled. It was really nice.
The time was around 7 pm. The sun started to go down slowly and the hot day was replaced with a bit chillier night.
Mark noticed that Becky was starting to feel a little cold.
“I can give you my hoodie, if you want. Until Paul gets back with your clothes.” offered Mark.
Becky looked at him with disgust and said “You can keep your stupid hoodie. I don’t want anything from you.”
“Ok, suit yourself” said Mark and smirked. That girl was something else.
“Anyway, I will start a fire. That will give us some heat” said Mark casually and started to set up firewood and branches on the fireplace.
He heard only “Whatever” from Becky.
Later on the fire was burning and it was quite dark already. Mark sat by the fire, drank beer and ate a beef jerky he had taken with him.
Becky was pacing around grumpily nearby and she was definitely cold by the looks of it.
Finally she came closer and took out her phone and mumbled “I will call Paul, and see how long until he will be back.”
She dialled a number and waited. “Oh for fucks sake, of course you get any signal here” bursted Becky angrily.
“Paul should be back in an hour, don’t worry,” said Mark, trying to calm her down.
Becky sat by the fire. After a few minutes she said quietly “I can take your hoodie now.”
Mark stood up, went to his backpack and took out his hoodie. He passed it to Becky and said with acted humbleness “Here you go, your highness. It really honors me that you accept my modest gift to you.” He bowed down in front of Becky as he gave her the hoodie.
“Oh fuck off” said Becky but took the hoodie and put it on.
Mark took a sip of his beer and laughed at his joke.
“Come on, that was not as funny as you think it was,” said Becky irritably.
“You want a beer?” offered Mark.
“No, definitely not” answered Becky quickly.
“What about some beef jerky?”
“I can take a piece of that. But if I make that “your highness” joke again, I will throw your hoodie in the fire” said Becky. Mark thought that for a fraction of a second he saw Becky smile. But he was not sure.
An hour passed but there was no Paul. It was really dark outside already and it got colder. They waited for another hour but there was no sign of Paul. It was really cold.
“What the hell are we going to do now” asked Becky and she seemed actually concerned.
“Well, I know this may sound like a true nightmare to you but I have a tent that fits two people easily. I also have an inflatable mattress, sleeping bag and a blanket. We can sleep there and when Paul comes, you can move to his tent.” offered Mark.
Becky was quiet, it seemed that she was fighting with herself whether to accept this offer. The dark forest, cold air and a lack of a viable alternative made up her mind. “Ok, but no funny business” she said and pointed her index finger at Mark and looked very seriously in his eyes.
“Like I would want to have anything to do with you” scoffed Mark.
Mark crawled into his tent and shortly after, Becky followed.
Mark turned on the flashlight on his phone so the tent had some lighting.
“Do you want the sleeping bag or the blanket” asked Mark.
“I will take the blanket. I don’t know what cross stuff you have done in that sleeping bag” answered Becky.
Mark took off his shirt and shorts and had only his boxers on. He started to crawl into his sleeping bag.
Mark had a nice athletic body. From the right angle, you could even see some abs.
Becky watched him with disgust and said “Maybe a little warning next time if you plan to strip. I did not want to see that.”
Mark smiled and asked teasingly “But did you like what you saw?”
“What? Of course not. You have nothing special to show. I bet you are used to that all the girls fall for your good looks and great body. Not me.” answered Becky but she did not seem sincere to Mark this time and he noticed that although Becky acted disgusted when Mark took off his clothes she did not turn her eyes away either.
Mark was laying in his sleeping bag and was casually looking around the tent, waiting when he could turn off the light and go to sleep.
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