Our parents were back, so Michael and I were back to ignoring each other. They kept asking us what we did while they were gone, and we stuck to the generic “nothing” and “video games, tv" answers. They said we should have taken the time to get to know each other better, and that we would probably be really close if we had. If they only knew.
"We’re going camping," My dad said in excitedly. Michael’s mom had a smile plastered on her face that resembled Cheshire Cat and so I grinned in return, hoping she’d stop.
"Cool," I lied.
"No, not cool," Michael said bluntly. "I’m not going camping. I hate the outdoors."
Yet there we were, on a four hour road trip to the mountains for some ‘fresh air and family fun’ as my dad liked to describe it. Really though, it was just bugs splattered on the windshield and static on the radio. When we finally did get there, it was almost dark and we had to pitch tents. Michael and I got one, our still honeymoon-high guardians got the other.
My dad didn’t put out the fire in the pit, hoping it would keep away wild animals. So when Michael woke me up, his red hair was amplified by the flames glowing through the thin walls of the tent.
"What do you want?" I yawned in annoyance. The ground was uncomfortable, I was too hot in my sleeping bag but too cold without it, and I could hear bugs buzzing from outside. "I just want to sleep this stupid trip away."
"Why sleep the trip away when we could fuck the trip away?" Michael asked me, propping himself on his elbow as he lay beside me.
"You’re joking, right?" I scoffed. "You know your mom is like five feet away, right?"
"They’ll never know, they both take sleeping meds, remember?” He grinned.
“They’re out.”
"You’re delusional," I said, rolling my eyes and turning over so that my back was to him.
"Fine," He huffed, and I could feel him squeezing into my sleeping back. "Then at least cuddle with me."
I knew that there was no escaping him, and I didn’t really want to anyway, so I figured I’d at least have a little fun. How much ‘accidentally’ ass wiggling does it take to get Michael hard? Not much. After some ‘stop that’ and a few grunts from him, he was hard and the feeling of him pressing against my ass cheek was pretty hot. I rolled over in the sleeping back, feeling his bulge right between my legs now.
He was looking at me with wide eyes as I kissed his neck softly, giggling, “I guess you pitched two tents tonight.”
"You think you’re so funny," He muttered, squirming as I planted light kisses all around his neck, picking his favorite spots to suck gently. "Y/n, stop, you already said you didn’t— oh god, stop. Wait no, don’t."
I laid a soft kiss on his lips and shrugged, “I changed my mind.” I leaned forward against, lightly kissing him until he kissed me back just as softly. He reached over me, unzipping the sleeping back and throwing the top off of us.
I wasn’t really in the mood to be thrown around tonight, especially since we were on the rough ground in the middle of nowhere. Michael could tell, because he kept everything slow. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to lay over top of him. He ran his fingers through my hair, smiling against my lips as I pulled down his sweatpants— conveniently enough, he was already free ballin’.
I used one hand to pump him slowly as I sucked at his neck, making sure that I didn’t do it enough to leave noticeable marks. Even though I was being soft with him, I still earned little escaped moans. He had his hands slipped up my shorts on my ass, kneading it gently. I was dripping for him already, knowing how nice it would feel to take it slow with him.
He threw his head back and I stopped pumping him. “Lay down,” He told me quietly, so I did. He positioned himself over me as I slid my shorts and panties down, then kicked them the rest of the way off. He cupped one side of my face and smiled, “You’re gorgeous.”
"It’s dark," I replied quietly.
"I look at you often enough to know how gorgeous you are without seeing you right now," He told me, now taking his turn to lean down and his my neck. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling his length press against my thigh. He muttered against my skin, "Spread ‘em, baby."
I slowly moved my legs apart, letting him dip down and rub his tip against my clit. I whimpered with my bottom lip locked between my teeth, feeling him drag down to my entrance and slowly slide in. I tilted my head back, taking a deep breath so that my chest pressed against his.
He started slow, picking up his pace. I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him deeply with my eyes squeezed shut. He had one hand on my face still, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. His other hand was preoccupied, his index and middle finger rubbing my clit in little figure-eights.
"I won’t last much longer," He whispered.
"Then go a little faster," I replied, and he did. The tent rustled and I felt the muscles in my stomach contract, causing me to moan a little louder than I should have. I was building up around him, and the sensation of him cumming inside of me made me falter around him. He laid one last kiss on my forehead and pulled out.
I slipped my shorts back on and caught my breath, laying down on my back. Michael was laying on his stomach, one arm looped around me, snoring quietly against my shoulder.
The next morning, Michael and I were having breakfast (we’d gotten good at pretending these sort of things hadn’t happened), when my dad asked, “Did you guys hear anything last night?”
"No, what do you mean?" I asked innocently.
"I could have sworn I heard something. Like racoons trying to get into your tent, or something moving around,” Michael’s mom shrugged. “Maybe I was just paranoid.”
"Yeah, because I didn’t hear anything," I shrugged, looking to Michael. "Did you?"
"Nope, I slept pretty soundly all through the night," He said, and if his mother wasn’t right there I swear he would have blushed
