Love, Camping

Chapter 9 | Hands on my thigh!

Jessica Timbers P.O.V.

That night.

After the camp fire almost died out, I went back to my tent and changed into my Pjs. A pair of baby blue shorts and a similar oversized shirt. I pulled my hair back into a loose braid and applied some lip balm on my chapped lips. I looked at myself in a small compact mirror and noticed that I looked fine and not too ridiculous in my Pjs. My eyes fall on my exposed legs and I was happy that I shaved my legs before this trip.

When I came back to my tent, the bed was already made and someone had placed their bags on one side of the bed. I assumed it to be Avery's; my tent mate.

Great! She doesn't show up for the last few days and one day I invite someone over she decides to come.

I soothed out the crinkled sheets and shifted to the side so that when Derrick comes he could sit there.

I don't know why but I felt nervous.

I was wondering whether inviting him was a good idea or not. It will be just the two of us and the thought made me a little nervous. I mean we have been alone before but being in such a small space with a sex god like him was a little intimidating.

Did I just call him a sex god?

Nevermind.

Also the dirt that I have filled my mind of what could possibly happen in a tent did not help my heart from running wild. In case it was some of my fantasies with Alex.

As I began to grow more anxious, I debated on why I invited him in the first place.

Was it because I found his muscles really lick-able?

Don't hate me but I have a weakness for veiny muscled arms.

I mean Alex have them too but he obviously for some unknown reason doesn't want me to lick them. But that being said I wasn't going to lick Derrick's arms too. Or anyone for that matter.

Or

Was it because I wanted to make Alex jealous?

I have been thinking about this for some time and if this was the case I was regretting it a little.

Firstly, although I love Alex being possessive of me but I miss him and the argument we had earlier is my least favourite.

Secondly, I shouldn't be using Derrick like that. We have become good friends and I don't want to ruin it for my- actually Alex's stupid reasons.

I sighed and fell back on my pillow. I pulled my phone from under it and pulled the sheets over me.

I checked the time and wonder when will he come. It was kind of late and I was a little sleepy.

I busied myself by replying to mom's texts and checking some of my social accounts.

Sometime later I heard someone pull down the zipper of the tent and crawl in. I jolted into a sitting position. The sheets fell off me and formed a bundle on my lap.

It was Avery and not Derrick.

I have seen her around the school but never knew her name. She has dark black hair and pale skin. I have noticed that she loves to wear heavy makeup like black smokey eyes and mostly dark coloured lipsticks. Although I was not a fan of dark smokey eyes but it brought out her golden brown eyes, beautifully.

"Hi." I whispered, giving her a small wave.

She was dressed in a black ripped crop top and through its cuts her white tank top was peeking out and a pair of black sweatpants.