Not Too Tall to Love

by Berengaria Brown

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2013 Berengaria Brown

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-501-3

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JC Chute

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  NOT TOO TALL TO LOVE

  Berengaria Brown

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Huldah Anderson, usually known as Andy, sat on her living room floor checking her hiking pack one last time. Very early the next day she’d be leaving to walk the Blue Ridge Trail in Haggity National Park with her Hiking Club.

  Andy loved walking. She wasn’t much into sports, but hiking suited her long legs and athletic style. And even when she was walking with the group she could still be essentially alone with her thoughts, to admire the scenery and pace herself in her own competitive way.

  This three-day hike was the most ambitious she’d ever been on and Andy had planned for it carefully. At each night’s camping place there’d be water, but she’d need to carry water for the day’s walk, and water was comparatively heavy to carry. She also had to carry her sleeping bag and one-man tent, all her food and clothing, yet the pack couldn’t weigh more than one-third of her body weight so there was no space for non-essentials. A waterproof jacket, a spare pair of jeans, three sets of underwear and three t-shirts—but six pairs of socks, because healthy feet were the most important asset of the hiker’s lifestyle.

  It had taken her days to decide on what food she’d take. She needed plenty of energy as the walk was a demanding one, but again the issue of weight and space had to be considered. So it’d be rice and pasta for the evening meals, with dehydrated soup, oranges, chocolate and trail mix for snacks, and porridge for breakfast. But the midday meal had been the hard decision and finally she had purchased three MREs—US Army-style, Meals Ready To Eat.

  A towel and washcloth, hairbrush, toothbrush, deodorant, insect repellant, and a sunhat were added. Andy also tucked three condoms into her pack—just in case.

  Derek Nelson and Corey Turner were two totally yummy men in her hiking club. Despite being constantly pursued by two young women, who Andy mentally termed “the blonde bimbos”, Derek and Corey remained immune to their skinny, plastic charms and were completely unattached. She’d wondered if they were gay, but they definitely seemed to like women and had given her some quite hot looks, so her gut feeling was that they were bisexual.

  Hell, a woman can hope, she thought as she packed the condoms. The men were very easy on the eyes and the conversations she’d shared with them had proven them to be intelligent and interesting company.

  At five-foot-ten in her bare feet, which translated to an even six feet tall in hiking boots, Andy had spent a lifetime being told she was too tall, too manly, not a real woman. At the age of ten she’d been as tall as her mother and the poor woman had given up trying to force her into white lace dresses and let her wear jeans. Her only long-term relationship had ended when she realized Perry would never take her anywhere involving them standing side by side or dancing, as even in flat-soled shoes, she was taller.

  Derek’s taller than Corey, she mused, but I reckon Corey’s still a good three inches taller than I am. And his golden blond hair and dark eyes are to die for. And Derek’s dark good looks are equally attractive. Like dark and light chocolate. A perfectly balanced diet! She giggled to herself.

  But would they want a woman each? Or would they share a woman the way they seemed to share so many things—a car, their meals, their backpacks?

  Oh well, maybe one of the other women will attract one of them and I’ll get the other. I don’t mind which. More likely they’ll go off with the blonde bimbos though, Andy sighed.

  * * * *

  Andy was surprised to find only two other cars in the parking lot at West Haggerty, the starting point for the Blue Ridge Trail, at 5:00 a.m. the next day.

  Howard Clegg, the administrator of the club, was relieved to see her.

  “Thank God you came, Hul—Andy. I thought I might have to call the walk off, as there’s a minimum of three hikers permitted in the group for this trail.”

  “But I thought—”

  “Yeah…Bryce had to work, and Jenny wouldn’t come without him, and Sara and Cathy decided a three-day walk was a bit ambitious for them.”

  Sara and Cathy were the blonde bimbos, so their not coming didn’t surprise her. They always seemed to disappear on the physically-demanding walks, preferring the simpler ones. But she hadn’t realized so few had intended to walk. The club had around a dozen regular participants.

  “Don’t worry, Andy. We’ll look after you,” said Corey, loping over from beside his SUV.

  “Absolutely,” added Derek, who was right behind him.

  Howard busied himself giving them each a map of the track and repeating the National Park regulations.

  “I’ll be waiting for you in the East Haggity parking lot from noon Sunday and I’ll drive you back here to pick up your vehicles. The drive’s only a couple of hours, so you should all be home by dark. Derek, I’m giving you the emergency beacon to carry. You’re the most experienced walker. But none of you is to go off the track or out of the camping grounds alone. Okay? This is an advanced walk and while you may meet some other walkers on the trail, you can’t expect to. It’s quite likely you’ll be up there alone the entire time. So you have to be careful. Understand?”

  Andy was still assimilating the idea that only the three of them would be doing the hike. Just her and the two hunkiest men she’d ever met.

  And most likely not another soul around for three full days. And nights. Well hell, if can’t get into their pants on this trip, I never will.

  Chapter Two

  The first hour of the Trail was both very easy and very well-marked as it led from the parking lot to the Explorer’s Tree. This was as far as many walkers went and there was plenty of evidence of kids and families on the way. Corey meticulously picked up the occasional cigarette butt and candy wrapper as they walked, putting them in a trash sack tied to the outside of his backpack.

  The air was crisp and clean, the sky blue above the trees, and Andy enjoyed the feeling of her muscles loosening as she settled into the steady pace of the hike.

  A short distance past the tree, the trail dipped steeply and led into a ravine. It quickly became narrow and rocky and the trees almost met overhead, making the early morning light quite dull. The men insisted she walk between them now and the light conversation they’d been making dried up as they all concentrated more on watching their footing and staying on the track.

  Andy constantly found herself distracted by the sight of Corey’s ass and leg muscles as he led them all down the ravine. He had a smooth, easy gait, and his muscles flexed and rippled in a very enticing way that made her lick her lips and wish she was licking his butt cheeks instead. His feet unerringly found the best places to step on the rocky track and she simply followed his lead.

  There must have been water in the ravine at some stage as the trees were very tall and quite broad at the base, and the undergrowth was lush as well. Whenever Andy dragged her gaze off Corey’s ass she was inspired by the beauty of the trees and the valley.

  And then they reached the bottom. The track broadened out and they could
walk three abreast on the grass and dirt as they hiked down the valley.

  It was now mid-morning. The sun was higher in the sky and it shone strongly, making them decide to stop to take off their sweaters and drink some water.

  “It is a shame Bryce couldn’t get off work for this trip,” said Derek. “Did you have any trouble getting leave time?”

  Andy shook her head. “No, they’ve actually been pressuring me to take some accrued leave. I work in planning and although we have deadlines like anyone else, it’s all long-term stuff so taking off a week here or there isn’t a problem.”

  “Have you much leave time saved up?” asked Corey.

  “Yeah, over a month. My previous boyfriend always talked about us going overseas for a backpacking tour—Europe or UK—so I saved up leave for that. But then we parted and I just haven’t gotten around to using it. When this walk was planned it sounded excellent, so I booked vacation time for it right away.”

  “And no new boyfriend’s come on the scene?”

  “No. I um…” How can I say I’ve been too busy drooling over them to think about finding someone else?

  “What about you?” she asked, desperately filling the silence.

  “Have I got a boyfriend, or did I have trouble getting vacation time?” asked Derek.

  “Either. Both.”

  Both men turned serious quite quickly. They turned and looked at each other then nodded as if they’d asked each other questions and received answers without speaking.

  “We’re together,” said Corey.

  “We’ve shared our lives and our house with each other for three years now,” added Derek.

  Corey produced some details. “But we do like sharing our bed with a woman from time to time, too. We like to watch each other fucking her and we like to fuck her together. We’re in love with each other, but we love women too. And we especially love to share a woman. Nothing’s hotter than that.”

  Derek completed the explanation. “And the woman loves it too. There’s nothing quite like two men lavishing attention on you, two cocks deep inside you. It’s the ultimate high—or so I’ve been told. How do you feel about that?”

  “I…” Andy gulped. How can I say I’ve been thinking about nothing else for the last twenty-four hours? Wanting it? Hoping the opportunity would come up for some hot and heavy action with either or both of these men?

  “I…Yes. Yes, I’d like that. One of the women at work has had sex with two brothers and she said two men at once gave her such a good orgasm she almost blacked out with pleasure. Ever since then I’ve thought that maybe—”

  “Excellent!” Derek jumped to his feet and started putting his pack on again. “Well, let’s get moving, then. We’ve a long way still to walk today and we need to have plenty of time for fucking left when we get there.”

  “I’d like to know a little more about you both, though.” Andy tied her sweater to the straps of her backpack.

  “We’ll talk as we walk. What would you like to know?” asked Corey.

  As they walked along the floor of the ravine the men spoke about their jobs—they both worked with an IT firm, Derek in programming and Corey in technical support—and their likes and dislikes. Before very long, all three were laughing and joking as if Andy had been a part of their lives for years.

  It took the rest of the day to hike the length of the ravine. At the end of it was the campground, beside a creek.

  “I thought this was supposed to be the Blue Ridge Trail. So far it has been more like the Blue Ravine Trail!” complained Andy.

  Derek pointed to a mountain off to their right. “Yeah, well tomorrow we go straight up that mountain and along the top of it. That’s where the trail name comes from.”

  “Yeah—and the map mentions cliffs, so we need to make sure we get to the next camp site with plenty of daylight remaining,” added Corey.

  “You won’t need to set up your tent. You’ll be with us in ours, so how about you get a fire started while we put the tent up?” Derek smiled at her.

  There was a circle of blackened stones with a couple of logs nearby, where previous campers had lit their fire and sat beside it, so Andy collected twigs, bark, and sticks, and soon had a fire going. By the time it was burning brightly inside the ring of stones the men had the tent up and were gathering larger logs of wood to keep the fire alight during the evening.

  * * * *

  The men had brought sausages to barbecue over the fire and potatoes wrapped in foil to roast in the coals. They shared their food with Andy, telling her to save her pasta for another meal, and then they all sat around drinking coffee and enjoying the clean air, the scents of the forest and wood smoke, and the noises of the small forest creatures preparing for sleep.

  Corey burned what trash he could in the fire and gathered up the non-burnables into his trash bag to carry home with them. And all the time, they chatted about music and movies, their childhoods and jobs, their likes and dislikes. During the evening Andy realized she liked these men—that they were very genuine, nice people with whom she had a lot in common, and that she wanted to be their friend as much as she wanted the sex their heated glances predicted.

  Corey checked the fire one last time and then stood, grabbing Andy’s hands and pulling her to her feet.

  “Are you ready to come to bed with us?”

  He placed her hand over his groin and she could feel how hard his cock was. He was definitely ready.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I want that. I want you both. I’m ready.”

  Derek moved behind her and pressed his cock into her butt cheeks. He, too, was long and hard and she could feel the heat of him through her jeans.

  He pushed against her, rubbing his cock up and down her butt and she leaned back into him with a sigh, acknowledging she wanted him. At her acquiescence he slid his hands up under her sweater and t-shirt and over her breasts, gently cupping the small mounds.

  “I—I’m sorry. They are not very big…” Andy blushed, painfully aware of her inadequacies in the boob department.

  “Nonsense. More than a handful or a mouthful is a waste,” said Derek, pulling her bra up so he could roll her nipples between his fingers.

  Her nipples immediately peaked and hardened and Andy felt dampness seep from her cunt to her panties.

  “We’ve wanted to spend more time alone with you for a long time. You turn us both on,” said Corey.

  “Oh yeah. We were trying not to show how happy we were when Howard said it would be just the three of us on this walk—we knew it would be the perfect opportunity to get to know you better.”

  “Much better.” Corey pressed his pelvis against hers and leaned in for a kiss. Gently he touched his lips to hers and ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth. Eagerly she opened to him and his tongue pushed inside to tangle with hers, then to explore the insides of her cheeks and around her teeth.

  Andy thrust her breasts deeper into Derek’s hands and her hips against Corey’s. Her tongue sought his and played with it as she put one hand on Corey’s shoulder and the other behind her to pull Derek’s head against hers.

  Corey ground his hips against hers and wrapped his arms around both her and Derek uniting them into a single unit as his tongue stroked fast and hard in her mouth.

  Derek’s lips were on her neck, placing gentle, sucking kisses on it as his fingers kept up their rolling and teasing of her nipples.

  Corey broke off the kiss and kneeled down to unlace her boots. Derek pulled off her sweater and t-shirt and undid the clasp of her bra. His hands slid down her belly to unsnap and unzip her jeans.

  That accomplished, his fingers continued downward to slide between her curls and into her slit. One long finger immediately found her clit and massaged it as his other hand pushed her panties and jeans down her hips.

  “Open your legs, sweetheart,” Corey said, pulling her boots and jeans off.

  Andy complied and then four hands were playing with her cunt and her ass. Fingers were rim
ming her asshole and pushing through the curls of her pussy. Then someone’s fingers were inside her cunt, twisting up, scraping her walls, searching for her sweet spot.

  Derek’s mouth was on her earlobe, her neck, her shoulder, kissing and licking and driving her emotions higher and higher.

  Andy held onto Corey’s shoulders, sure her legs were so weak she’d otherwise fall.

  The tension in her belly was mounting higher and higher. She was panting for breath, and her chest was heaving with the effort.

  Derek, now at her side, sucked her breast into his mouth, his tongue rolling the nipple, then his teeth gently scraping it as his tongue massaged the areola. Meanwhile his hand continued to play around the rim of her asshole, stroking her crack, and slowly sliding one finger into the hole just a short distance.

  Corey’s mouth made sucking kisses low on her belly, his tongue sweeping into her bellybutton as both his hands played in her curls and her cunt. His mouth tracked lower and lower finally coming to rest on her clit. He sucked the hot, tight little bud into his mouth and rolled it around his tongue, then bit it lightly.

  That was all it took to send Andy crashing into an orgasm. Her nipple, her pussy, her clit, her ass—so many delicious sensations hammering at her simultaneously—the waves of pleasure washed over her and her body shook as cream poured from her pussy over their hands.

  The two men stroked her arms, legs and belly, gradually bringing her down from the high.

  “You liked?” whispered Derek.

  “God, yes,” Andy replied, still shaking with aftershocks.

  “That was the entrée. Let’s move into the tent for the main course,” he replied.

  * * * *

  Within a few minutes Andy’s clothes and boots had been brought into the tent and the men were naked, lying with her on their sleeping mattress and conjoined sleeping bags.