She glared at him for a few seconds. Then she let out a snort of laughter – there was just no way of holding it back. He smiled a goofy little smile, and before she knew it, they were giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, spreading the contagious laughter back and forth to each other...
“Ok, ok, fine,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “You win. You'll get your little private show... only, it'll be just like in the strip joints: really, no touching, ok?”
“Your ass is safe from my hands, I promise.” He held them up in the air, palms forward, as if that proved anything, and shrugged. “It might get a little burnt by the blazing ferocity of my gaze, though... maybe you could rub a little suntan lotion onto it, just to be safe?”
“Haha, I think I'll just take the risk of your eyes giving my skin cancer, Karl...”
“Well, it was worth a try.”
“Alright, here goes!”
She did a little twirl, so that her back was facing him. He responded with polite clapping, and a “Bravo!”
To that, she swept a graceful bow... but since she was facing the other way, it meant that she gave him a perfect view of her full, generous ass, delightfully bent over.
The clapping stopped, replaced by a low, appreciative whistle.
She got back up, took a glance over her shoulder, and hooked her fingers into the elastic waist of her shorts, and her panties.
With one smooth motion, she pulled them down just over her ass, until they rested in the groove between the bottom of her cheeks and the top of her thighs.
She sneaked another look back, to see Karl with chin in hand, head cocked slightly to one side, looking at her display appraisingly, like some art historian over a Ming vase...
To give him a little more to go by, she shook her hips, letting her cheeks bounce and jiggle against each other. Karl was delighted by the sight, with all the innocence of a kid being given his favorite candy.
“OK, that should about do it, righ– wait, what're...”
She had seen Karl start to move towards her, from the corner of her eye.
“I thought you said no–”
“Relax, relax, I'm not gonna touch your ass...”
The next thing he knew, she felt his fingers on her shoulders, which were left almost entirely bare by her dark yellow tank top.
She was acutely aware of the touch of a man on her naked flesh, given that her ass was totally exposed. A shiver ran through her whole body, so acute it almost hurt. She quickly pulled her shorts back up, and tried to turn around, but he held her, gently but firmly, and started to rub – thumbing the meat of the top of her back, and using his fingers to tug lightly, right above her collarbones.
“What... why are you...?”
“You've seemed tense this whole trip. Tried to loosen you up a little by teasing, but that didn't work... plus, I thought it wasn't fair to get such a great reward just for not being a dick to you. So I thought I'd pay you back with a nice, relaxing shoulder rub in exchange.”
“I... I think you really shouldn– ooohhh...”
He had put more force into it, getting at the deep tissues which had been tense and aching for so long... and she couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure and appreciation.
“What was that I shouldn't do?”
“N... ah!... n...nothing...”
“Cool.”
He went right back to it. After a minute or two, Jenn felt herself truly relaxing into it, forgetting about her fears and trepidations towards him and everything else, unclenching everything she had kept so tightly wound for the last day, the last few weeks...
The tension slowly seeped from her, replaced by visceral, physical pleasure.
And then he moved his thumbs up to her neck.
“Ah... ah... ah!”
Pinpricks spread all over her scalp, and rushed down her body, all the way to her toes.
Her neck was her most sensitive spot – her sure-fire, fail-safe erogenous zone. There had been a hundred times she'd been on the brink of breaking up with Arnold... before he snuck a finger round the back of her neck, and she gave in to giving him another chance.
Karl hadn't precisely known that before... but he knew it now.
He let relax from her little convulsion, and then he went back to work on it. He drew his nails very slowly along her skin, and then wrapped the whole of her slim, white neck in his palm, squeezing and kneading.
“I... Karl... oh, I... oooohhh... damn it, I–aahh!”
He moved in closer behind her, until one of his legs slid by hers. He leaned in, and asked:
“What is it, Jenny? Do you want me to stop?”
His breath was tickling at her ear; his voice, low and husky, filled it.
After a lot of stuttering, and a few gasps, she managed a “...no.” So he leaned back to keep going.
The girl turned to putty in his hands.
A moment later, he heard her mumble something.
“What was that?”
mumblemumble
“Still couldn't hear you...”
Finally, in a barely audible whisper...
“I said... don't call me Jenny...”
He couldn't hold back from laughing at that.
She turned around, glaring sullenly at him: her face flushed red, her eyes wet, her cheeked puffed out in a pout.
She was so overpoweringly adorable in that moment that, without even thinking, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck.
He pulled himself back a moment later, when he realized what he'd done, fully expecting her to elbow him in the face and storm off. He was already preparing his usual litany of apologies when he noticed that she hadn't reacted that way at all.
He craned his neck around speculatively, to get a look at her expression. He did not expect what he saw there.
Her mouth was hanging slightly open, and her tongue licked lightly at her lower lip. Her cheeks were flushed a new shade of rose, and her eyes... swam emptily, as if staring off into the distance, even though there was nothing but a cliff face in front of her.
“Oh boy... I've really gone and done it now...”
He moved his hand from her shoulder, and slid it down her arm. He saw her eyes drift shut, her mouth open into a wider O, and heard her breathe roughly out.
And that was about as much as he could take.
He slipped his arms around her and grabbed at both of her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing his fingers into them, pulling her as tight as he could into his chest.
She let out a muffled scream, so full of lust that it pushed him even farther over the ledge he had just jumped off.
He pulled up her tank top over her breasts, and kept kneading furiously at them with one hand, while his other slipped into her shorts, and rubbed at the increasingly sodden folds of her vulva.
His mouth, meanwhile, found itself gnawing at her shoulder, which was already sensitive from the vigorous rubbing he'd started with – it sent her twitching with a sensory overload of pleasure.
Jenn moaned, and struggled to take in shuddering breaths, and began a dozen times to tell him to stop... but she just couldn't get the words out of her mouth, no matter how much she told herself she should.
She felt him worrying at the buttons of his jeans. A moment later, she heard them slide to the floor. The next thing she new, there was a thick, long something rubbing rhythmically between her buttcheeks, over her shorts.
Holy shit... she thought to herself. This is really happening... Damn, if I don't stop this now...
“Karl, I...”
It was at that moment that he slid his tongue between her shoulder blades, and up along her spine, to her neck. He licked at the little, downy hairs on it, before laying his whole mouth on one side of her neck, sucking at it.
Jenn spread her legs, a little over shoulder-width apart.
He didn't even take off her shorts, just bunched them and her panties off to one side, exposing her dripping wet opening. He rubbed his head against it once or tw
ice, just enough to wet the tip... before driving it into her, hard.
She let out all the air in her lungs in a guttural burst, and strained her eyes upwards, to the sliver of sky she could see from where she was pressed against the cliff face.
She had never been so filled in her life. Karl was way bigger than Arnold had been... and he wasn't even fully in her yet. She discovered that when he pulled himself out a little... only to thrust back in, even deeper than he had been before.
Karl had been this close to coming the second he went into her, so tight and inviting was her pussy, and so turned was he by her moans, her scent, the feel of her hair against his cheek. He edged himself back from the precipice, though, and spread his legs to give himself better purchase.
And then he began to pump into her.
Jenn felt him reposition himself, and arched herself back, propping herself up against the rock in front of her so he could take her more easily.
He started with a few slow thrusts, drawing a moan from her each time he bottomed out against her. His arms were wrapped around her midriff, pulling her strongly against him each time he pushed in.
Then he was picking up the pace, driving himself faster and faster into her. Every few strokes, he would draw out his cock almost to the tip, before slamming it back in one, smooth motion.
For a time, there was no sound in the forest except for their moans, and the wet slap of his waist against her ass.
His legs started to ache from the exertion, so he shifted his position a little, but the pace of his passion only increased.
From that new angle, though, he had released the beginnings of her orgasm.
She felt it build in her, block by block, until it reared up, ready to blot the heavens...
“Ahh... aghhhh.... I'm cumming!....”
With a flurry of desperate thrusts, Karl drove himself towards the edge, until he felt himself about to drop off it.
He pulled out just in time, sending ropes of thick, white semen pulsing down her leg.
Jenn let her face rest against the cold rock face, working to catch her breath.
She had been so close... mere seconds away. And then he had pulled out, and she felt, alongside the throbbing ache of satisfaction, a smoldering need nestle within her.
She slid down to her knees, unable to support her own weight. Karl leaned his arms and head on the cliff face above her, covering her, still shaking from his rock-shattering orgasm. His cock softened gradually, nestled on her shoulder.
Jenn rode out the wave of dizziness until she settled into a blissfully blank state of mind – not thinking about anything, not worrying about anything, for the first time since her breakup.
It was punctured by the familiar sound of the ripping fabric of reality – the unmistakable sign of human shifting from their beast form.
She let out a panicked gasp.
“Nathan!”
She pushed Karl off, actually slapping his dick off her shoulder as she scrambled to her unsteady feet, and furiously set about trying to find something to clean herself up with.
“Quick, get your pants back on!”
Karl seemed infinitely less motivated to move than she was, and just watched as she dabbed at his still-hot cum sliding down her calf and into her boot with a towel she disgustedly realized she would have to use for the rest of the hiking trip.
“Come oooonnnn... he'll be here in a second, once he's gotten dressed... You're only wearing fucking jeans, how could you be taking longer than he is?!”
Who cares if he sees this when he gets here, Karl wanted to say. But instead, he grudgingly got up, and pulled up his jeans along with him. As he was buttoning them back up, he pointed in Jenn's direction, and said:
“Not that I mind or anything, but you're hardly one to talk, what with your breasts hanging out like you were putting them out to dry...”
With a jolt, Jenn realized her tank top was still pulled up over her breasts.
Her face reddening, she jerked it back down.
“You little...” she threw the cum-stained towel at him, and then, realizing what it was, rushed to get it back before Nathan could come back and find it.
“Now, now... I leave you guys alone for five minutes, and you're already fighting?”
“That was never five minutes, bro! You had us so bored waiting on you, we had to find some way to keep ourselves entertained...”
“I'll bet the only one being entertained by your antics was you, isn't that right, Jenn?” When she could only blush and look away, tying the towel gingerly to the bottom of her backpack, he continued. “Well, anyway, sorry about the wait, but just wait a little longer – til you see what I've got in store for you guys this morning... I won't tell you any more. I'll let it be a surprise – to perk you up a bit, Jenn, since you've been having a tough time of it lately.”
Still unable to meet his eye, she slung the backpack heavily over one shoulder, and said:
“It's a lake, isn't it...”
Nathan threw a wounded glare at his younger brother.
“Karl!! You told her!”
“No, I swear I didn't! ...no, wait... did I?”
“You little...”
///\
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The three of them walked past trees and streams, through thickets, and between boulders until they reached the mountain lake Nathan had so carefully sought out.
It was indeed just as beautiful as he had said – and then some. When you looked down at it, you might as well have been looking up, for it reflected the trees and mountains and sky above it like a mirror, and spread the bright noonday sun into a shimmering sea.
All the brightness and beauty, though, just made Jenn more uncomfortable, since it seemed to burn at the little knot of guilt inside her.
To compensate for not being able to look at him earlier, Jenn did a lot of staring at Nathan now. At first she did it (she told herself) to check for any signs that he suspected what they had been at when he'd returned to camp. After a while, though, even she had to admit she did it just because she wanted to.
He was the “head” to Karl's “tails”, the alpha to his omega, the Harry Potter to his Game of Thrones. Basically, they looked quite different.
Where Karl was dark and curly, Nathan was light and straight: his dirty blonde hair swept backwards almost to his shoulders, always tucked behind an ear on one side. His eyes were the grey of evening storm clouds, and his smile a shy affair, like the sun on an overcast day. He was several inches taller than Karl, and slimmer, though still sporting an athletic build. He was especially broad at the shoulders, and (Jenn remembered from one occasion, when he had bandaged an ankle she'd twisted when she was still just a kid) had very soft, long fingers, like a pianist's.
He kept on furrowing his brow, and asking if she was alright. She would avert her gaze, and mumble something, and feel even more guilty knowing that by doing so she was only making him worry more.
As the day passed into the afternoon, they descended from the heights into the foothills. When they finally stopped for a belated lunch, it was 3pm, and as hot as an oven.
Karl let his backpack drop from his shoulders, and immediately laid his head on it, pulled an arm over his eyes, and announced:
“I'm gonna go to sleep. Wake me up when you guys decide to leave.”
They had stopped by a little stream, and Nathan took off his boots and sat down with his feet in the water as he started to unwrap a pack of sandwiches.
Jenn realized this would be pretty much the first time during the trip she could sit down and chat with Nathan, just the two of them. She felt like she really wanted to do that.
Instead, she picked up the dirty towel from earlier that day, and said she needed to go powder her nose. (Though the term she used for it herself was a little more crude, Jenn generally being no shrinking violet... something like “I'm gonna go for a piss”...)
She followed the stream downhill for a minute or two, until she came to a clearing in which t
he stream collected into a little, stone-strewn pool. The water came up about to her knee.
She quickly stripped off and bent down in the pool, to wipe the still-lingering smell of sex off her, and try to salvage her towel as best she could from Karl's... influence.
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