Day 6

In the morning, Jonah decided he wanted to explore more of the hiking trails around the cabin. Zach volunteered Caleb to go with him, as he and the girls would be busy with something. So the two of them geared up and set off into the mountains together.

In this part of the mountains the evergreens grew tall and dense, and were startlingly effective at blocking out the sun. They blanketed the hills in a shroud of eternal twilight, a space of strange stillness and darkness. Twigs and pine needles went crunch snap crunch beneath their boots. Occasionally, a bird would sing, or the wind would pick up, and the trees would whisper to each other. But otherwise, the world was silent. It made Caleb feel like he and Jonah were the only two people around for miles, even though the cabin was only ever a short walk away.

That quiet meant they heard the stream before they saw it, a growing babble of rushing water that eventually revealed itself to be a shallow creek running from the mountains down into the lake below. The water was crystal-clear, and never rose more than an inch or two over the silty river bottom. Jonah approached the water’s edge, with Caleb trailing behind.

Jonah bent down and put his hands in the water. “Look. It’s a crayfish.” He plucked a tiny lobster-looking creature from the mud and held it up to show Caleb. It waved its tiny claws around helplessly in the air.

“That’s a crawfish.”

“Same thing.”

“If we find a bunch more we could have a crawfish boil for dinner.”

“Ew. No thanks.” Jonah laughed and let the crustacean go. It darted off downstream.

Caleb snorted. “My cajun grandmother is rolling in her grave.”

“Well, she can keep on rolling. I’m not eating a bunch of random water bugs I find in a river outside.”

Jonah sat down on the rocky riverbank and pulled off his shoes and socks. He stuck his feet in the river. “Brr. Surprisingly cold.” Jonah stood and, raising his arms slightly for balance, he waded into the creek.

Caleb thought Jonah cut a pretty figure like that, with his curly hair dappled with tree-filtered light, ice clear waters rushing past his slim ankles. His baggy clothes made him look somehow more small and delicate than when he was naked.

Caleb had an impulsive thought, and decided to let it happen. Reaching down, he cupped water in his hands and threw it at the other boy. The droplets hung in an arc in the air, and splashed against the back of Jonah’s clothes with a wet splat.

Jonah gasped, in surprise and cold. “You-! Asshole!” Laughing, he turned and kicked water back at Caleb, spraying him from head to toe.

“Oh, you asked for it,” Caleb said.

They devolved into a full-on water fight, the two boys yelling and giggling and slipping on rocks as they splashed each other with reckless abandon. Eventually, they collapsed together in the middle of the stream, soaking wet and choking on laughter.

After catching his breath, Jonah stood and shook himself, sending water cascading off his body. “Welp. We’re soaked.” He hooked his fingers under the hem of either side of his shirt and peeled it off over his head. His pants and underwear followed. “We can let our stuff dry in the sun a bit before continuing on.” Nude, Jonah picked his way across the stones of the riverbed towards a small patch of sunny riverbank, then squeezed what water he could from his clothes before laying them out to dry.

Caleb murmured in agreement, not paying much attention to what Jonah was saying. Naked amidst the trees, Jonah resembled some sort of Fae creature, like a nymph a hero from some Greek myth would spot bathing in the forest, before being turned into a stag as punishment for his voyeurism. Caleb thought it might still be worth it.

Caleb took off his clothes, wrung them out, and set them beside his friend’s. Jonah sat down on a large, flat rock on the edge of the creek, and Caleb joined him. Their naked bodies bumped into each other as they drip-dried on the stone.

“Haven’t done something like that in ages,” Caleb said, after a minute of silence.

“Something like what?”

“Spontaneous. Silly.”

“Same. Feel like I’ve been so focused on my portfolio, I haven’t had a break in forever.” Jonah leaned back, hands behind his head, considering the canopy of pine branches obscuring the sky above them. “I’m glad Zach convinced us to come.”

“Yeah,” Caleb agreed. He paused. “This week has felt like–a movie. Like, it doesn’t even feel…real.”

“I know, right? Feels like there’s a weird filter over reality, here. Like a…a bloom, or vignette.” Jonah waved his hands in the air as he talked, as if the world around them was just some over-edited photo. Brightness up, contrast down. “There’s a word for that feeling, I learned it in film theory, I’m trying to remember…” he snapped his finger a few times, trying to place the term. “Oneiric. That’s it,” he said, snapping one last time and pointing his finger triumphantly. “‘Like a dream.’”

Well, at least it’s a good dream, Caleb thought, looking up and down the other boy’s form.

A gust of wind blew through the trees, shaking the branches. Jonah hugged himself and shivered. “Brr. It’s chilly when we aren’t moving around.”

Caleb lay on his back next to Jonah and pulled the boy onto his chest. “Here. Body heat.”

“What body heat? You’re as wet and cold as I am,” Jonah grumbled. But he relaxed into Caleb regardless. His head rested on the top part of Caleb’s sternum, and his damp hair tickled Caleb’s chin. Their legs were tangled together, and Jonah’s thigh was touching Caleb’s penis, which was rapidly hardening. Jonah sighed contentedly when he noticed, and took it in his hand. He ran his palm up and down it, not even trying to stimulate it. Just touching it appreciatively. “I can think of some ways to stay warm.”

The bloom. It was intensifying, now. Everything felt gauzy and bright, the dark forest greens bursting into a wonderland of pastels as Jonah looked down at him, dripping wet and naked and holding his cock.

“Oh? Like what?” Caleb said, his mouth forming the words for him. Right now he felt higher than he’d ever felt before, and Caleb had tried a lot of drugs.

Jonah smirked. He sat up and straddled Caleb’s hips. “Friction,” he replied, rolling his hips against Caleb’s hardness. “And physical activity.”

Caleb’s first time entering Jonah lit fireworks of ecstasy in his brain. His pussy was so goddamn hot and tight and wet. And fuck, he’d wanted this for so long, and it was finally happening, he was having sex with Jonah–

But you still don’t know if he likes you back, that anxious little voice kept whispering in the back of Caleb’s mind. Maybe this means more to you than it does to him.

Caleb tried to shove those niggling worries away with a sharp upward thrust of his hips. Jonah gasped, riding the wave with his hands on Caleb’s abs, his pussy clenching tightly. Stop worrying about whether Jonah is into you or not and just fuck him already.

“F-fuck…Caleb…” Jonah said, closing his eyes and moving a hand to rub his clit. “You’re so hard… you feel so fucking good inside me…” He moved up and down slowly, savoring the feeling. Caleb did his best to match Jonah’s pace, and his leg muscles were screaming from the effort of thrusting upwards, but it was worth it to watch Jonah unravel while riding him. He’d have to get Zach to help him work out. Situps and bridges.

They took it slow, edging each other rather than trying to get each other off, taking the time to really enjoy the sensation of filling and being filled. It was a pleasant way to pass the time.

“Our clothes are probably dry enough now,” Jonah said with a sigh, as he sank down on Caleb once again. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yeah,” Caleb said, voice slurred with pleasure. He reached up, grabbed Jonah by the waist, and flipped him over so his back was flat on the rock.

Jonah parted his legs, rubbing his clit with more intensity, now. “Me, too.”

Caleb plunged back in, with vigor this time. He fucked Jonah hard and fast, and with all the edging and teasing he was at the brink in no time.

“I’m gonna cum,” Caleb groaned.

“Inside,” Jonah panted. “Please.”

Caleb shut his eyes and let out a low moan. He came deep inside his friend’s pussy, which spasmed as Jonah had his own orgasm, milking Caleb’s cock for all it was worth.

Caleb pulled out and lay beside Jonah, with his head on the other boy’s shoulder. They were both red faced and breathing heavily. “That was really good,” Jonah said.

“Mmm,” Caleb agreed. Now that he’d gotten off, all his worries were starting to flood back.

Just remember what Zach said. Be honest about your feelings.

“Jonah,” Caleb said, sitting up slightly. “I want to do that again.”

“Um…I think we both need a minute.”

“No, I meant–in general. I like fucking you. A lot.”

Jonah looked up at him, puzzled. “I like fucking you too, Caleb. That’s what friends are for.”

That weird unreal feeling again. Like they were on a pane of glass overlaying reality, but slightly askew. Caleb shook it off. “I know. But I want you in a way that’s different from the way I want Avery or Suong or Zach. I want to have sex with you, sure, but I also want to fall asleep next to you, and see you first thing in the morning. I want to cook you breakfast, every day, even when we aren’t on vacation together. I want to hold hands with you while walking down the street. I want to buy you chocolates on Valentine’s day. I want–I want to sign up for one of those unbearably cheesy painting-and-wine nights with you, and when we’re ice skating I want to stay out on the rink with you when they announce a couples’ skate. I want to…you. Just you.” Caleb finished lamely, suddenly self conscious. That was so embarrassing. Oh my god. Why did I say all that?

But Jonah didn’t seem embarrassed. In fact, he’d broken into a wide, sunny grin. “Caleb,” he asked, “is this your way of trying to ask me out?”

Caleb exhaled, relieved. “Yes.”

Jonah sat up so that his nose was inches from Caleb’s own. “I would love that.”

He leaned in, and they kissed. It was soft and hesitant and gentle. When they broke apart, both of them were blushing a bright crimson.

“Ahh, I just kissed Caleb. Oh my god.” Jonah said, burying his face in his hands. Caleb could hear the smile in his words. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, you know.”

“Same,” Caleb laughed.

They kissed again.

“Zach totally called it,” Caleb continued, a moment after they separated. “Get ready for some ’I told you so’s. We’re never gonna hear the end of it from him.”

Jonah rolled his eyes and laughed. “That guy needs to focus on his own disastrous love life.”

And then they kissed again. And again, and again, and again.

Their drying clothes were now completely forgotten.

Avery lay on the bed in her and Suong’s shared room, playing a game on her phone. She was the type of introvert who needed periods of alone time to recharge her social batteries, even for people she liked, and since Caleb and Jonah were out and Zach and Suong were busy doing Zach and Suong things, this seemed like a fine opportunity for some me time.

She was just thinking she’d had about enough, and that it was time to go back downstairs, when there was a knock at the door. “Hey, Aves? It’s me and Zach,” Suong’s voice said from behind the door. “Can we come in?”

“Uh–sure!” Avery responded. She sat up and put her phone aside.

Suong swung open the door and immediately flopped onto the bed. Zach strolled in after. He was carrying a familiar book.

“Oh, hey! My sketchbook,” Avery exclaimed. “I was wondering where that was.”

“You left it outside after blowing me yesterday,” Zach said, handing her the book. “Cool drawings, by the way. I really like the ones of me and Suong.”

Avery flushed. “Oh… you saw those?”

He leaned back and stood with his thumbs in his pockets, a portrait of casual interest. “Yup. They’re really good. I showed them to Suong, too. Hope you don’t mind.”

“You drew me so sexy,” Suong said, stretching like a contented cat on the duvet. “It was so hot I had to get myself off, like, three times.”

Welp. Time to set her sketchbook on fire, then throw herself on the flames. Avery curled into an upright fetal position and buried her head in her knees. “I’m so, so sorry, I shouldn’t have been so presumptuous – I mean, I shouldn’t have been ogling – or, uh, I should have asked first–”

In truth, the source of Avery’s shame was slippery. She felt like she had been caught doing something lascivious, drawing her sexy friends doing sexy things, but what exactly was wrong with that? Was it that she was embarrassed she’d included herself in those fantasies? But that didn’t make sense either. After all, being a freeuse sextoy for her friends was objectively good and right. But no matter how much she understood, rationally, that there was nothing unusual or embarrassing about this situation, Avery couldn’t help but feel deeply mortified.

“Hey, it’s chill. It’s just sex, it’s no big deal. If anything, it was kind of flattering.” Zach shrugged and smiled. “In fact…it kinda got me thinking.” He scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze, in a gesture that was uncharacteristically bashful for him. “Um… may I sit?” Avery nodded, and he sat on her other side. Avery was now comfortably sandwiched between Zach and Suong. Suong sat up and put her chin on Avery’s shoulder, giving her two friends her undivided attention.

Zach cleared his throat. “You know… me and Suong like each other a lot, but for some reason, whenever we try to date, it just doesn’t work out. I think our personalities just clash when it comes to romance.”

“He’s dancing around the issue. Thing is, we’re both tops,” Suong said.

Avery made a choking sound.

“Well, that’s… one way of putting it, yeah.” Zach laughed and put one arm around Avery’s back, pulling her a little closer. Instinctively, she leaned into it. Suong adjusted accordingly, scooting closer and hugging Avery’s arm. Now Avery was really sandwiched, with Zach’s broad chest on her right and Suong’s soft curves against her left. She was beginning to feel a little warm, and it wasn’t just from the body heat.

“Believe it or not, yesterday was probably the fastest we’ve ever gotten over a miscommunication,” Zach continued. “Maybe it’s crazy, but having other people to vent off steam with seems to really help us, as a couple. And when I saw your drawings, everything just clicked in my head. A solution to everyone’s problems.” Zach hesitated and turned to Suong. She nodded at him to continue. “So…Suong and I were wondering if you’d be interested in…joining our relationship.”

Avery blinked. “Sorry, can you repeat that?” For a second it sounded like you were asking me out.

“I’m asking you out,” Zach said.

“We’re asking you out,” Suong corrected.

Avery opened her mouth, and no sound came out. She closed it, then tried again. “B-but what–how–how would that even work?”

“However you want,” Suong said. She shifted to face Avery on the bed, and her face lacked any of her usual playfulness. She was serious about this. “If you want to date me and Zach together, or separately, or if you want to date one and not the other, all of that is fine with us. Or we can remain friends, and pretend this conversation never happened. It’s entirely your choice.” Zach and Suong looked at her in a way that was patient yet expectant.

Avery felt like she was floating in space. This couldn’t be real. This was the kind of thing that only happened in fluffy romcoms and tween romance novels. No, it was even better than that–in those stories, the two love interests would fight over the heroine, and she’d ultimately have to choose one or the other. In this case, Avery was being offered both. Sure, knowing Suong and Zach, they’d still fight over her, but did Avery really mind that if she ultimately never had to choose between them?

She could be the glue that held her two friends together in their tempestuous romance, the bottom they needed to top, the pressure valve to release their pent-up energy. The fantasies she’d been having all week bubbled up inside her, threatening to boil over. She wanted this so badly. She wanted this so much that it couldn’t possibly be happening, couldn’t possibly be real.

“This…this has to be some sort of misunderstanding, or joke. I-I can’t believe it.” She paused, gathering herself. “Why me? Why not Jonah or Caleb?”

“Oh those lovebirds? They’re probably fucking at this very moment. I’ve been trying to set them up all week,” Zach laughed. “Trust me, they’ve only got eyes for each other. Plus, I like you, Aves.”

“Jonah and Caleb are fun to fuck as friends,” Suong said, “but I don’t really see myself dating them. You, on the other hand…” She blushed. “Let’s just say, I’m very interested.”

Fun to fuck as friends. Alarm bells were ringing in that dull, muffled part of Avery that still insisted something was wrong with their time on the lake. Already primed to search for things to fuel her anxieties, Avery honed in on that feeling of dissonance and tried to untangle what it was. But it was like trying to catch hold of a wriggling fish. Every time she held it long enough to feel out its shape, it slipped away and sunk back into the murky depths of her psyche.

Something’s off. Something’s changed. But what? Something to do with our relationships? Is it– everything is normal. It’s good to freely share our love with those we care for. But something isn’t right. Why? Suong, Zach–they want me. It’s good to be wanted. It’s beautiful for my body to bring others pleasure, just as it is beautiful for me to take pleasure in others. No, stop. That’s not a thought I’ve ever had before. But it’s true, isn’t it? True and obvious. Forget taboos about sex. Forget–No, wait. Back up. Don’t forget. Remember–what? What’s going on? Something’s off. Something’s changed…

“I think we might have broke her brain,” Zach commented, cracking a smile. “Hello? Ground control to Major Aves? You still in there?”

“I…I feel very overwhelmed right now,” Avery confessed, her voice sounding very small.

Suong stroked her leg. “I understand. This is a lot to take in.” A glimmer of mischief appeared in her expression. “Maybe a little teaser would help you make a decision? Give you a little taste of what being our girlfriend would be like.”

Our girlfriend. Avery’s spiralling thoughts were dashed against the rocks. “Please,” she begged.

Zach leaned down and kissed her. Suong’s gentle touch became a caress, her nails dragging over Avery’s bare skin, leaving tingly trails of delicious sensation in their wake. We’re all naked. Why didn’t I notice that before? Avery thought, panic welling up inside her again. But then Zach grabbed the nape of her neck and kissed her harder, pushing her lips against his as if he wanted to drink her up, and Avery forgot why she was afraid.

Avery shivered as Suong’s hand slipped up her abdomen and traced the underside of her breasts. “God, your boobs are so amazing,” Suong murmured, letting her fingers rise and fall down the slope of Avery’s chest. They came to rest at her nipples, where they began to gently circle and tease. Avery could only moan and shake, occupied as she was with kissing Zach.

My boyfriend is kissing me while my girlfriend plays with my tits, Avery thought. She let out an involuntary whine at the thought.

Zach broke away and chuckled. “Seems like she likes her tits played with. But you’re being way too gentle. Do it like this.” Zach’s larger hand replaced Suong’s on Avery’s right breast and squeezed, hard.

Avery gasped. Each groping touch set off a firework of pleasure in her brain. She leaned into his grasp, wordlessly begging for more.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Suong snapped, but increased the intensity of her touch all the same.

The two hottest people I know are sharing my tits, Avery realized, with what little bandwidth she had left for conscious thought. I’m in heaven.

“She really liked it when I was rough with her yesterday,” Zach said. “So don’t hold back.”

“Oh, really?” Suong smirked. “Your version of ‘rough’ might not be as rough as mine, though. I always have to tell you to go harder.”

An irritated look flashed across Zach’s face, and he shoved Avery down on the bed. “Don’t start, Suong,” he warned. But his tone was light, and his attention was quickly drawn back to Avery’s body.

He kissed her once on the lips, then continued down her neck and to her breast. His tongue darted across her nipple, and Avery jerked in surprise and delight. He teased her with his tongue, occasionally delivering gentle bites that stung in just the way Avery craved.

Meanwhile, Suong slid next to Avery and tilted the other girl’s head towards hers. “My turn,” she said, before leaning in and kissing her submissive friend.

Suong’s lips were softer than Zach’s, and Avery could taste the slightly dusty flavor of her lipstick. Their style of kissing was different, too: Zach kissed with a confident slowness, a pursuit predator who knew he was going to get what he wanted and therefore wasn’t afraid to take his time, while Suong made out with an urgency and passion that felt almost desperate. Avery thought the contrast between them was something beautiful.

“I want to fuck you,” Zach commented, lifting his head from her chest, “but I want to eat you out first. Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet for me.”

With Suong’s tongue in her mouth, Avery couldn’t even protest as Zach moved down to her pussy and began to lick.

Pleasure. Back-arching, eye-rolling, toe-curling pleasure. Avery didn’t think her body was capable of this before now. It was mental more than physical–the knowledge that she was being taken and used and desired multiplied the feeling of Zach’s tongue against her by a thousand. She writhed and bucked, held down by Suong at her head and Zach at her middle, and made helpless, ecstatic noises into Suong’s mouth. She loved this. She needed this. Why had she ever hesitated?

Zach gave Avery’s pussy one last broad lick before sitting up. Standing, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, then positioned himself between her legs. “I’m gonna put it in now, ok?”

“Zach! It’s her first time, you need to go slow.” Suong scooted down the bed and grabbed Zach’s hard cock with one hand while resting her other on Avery’s shaking thigh. “Open your legs up nice and wide, with your knees bent. That’s it, just like that. Such a good girl.” Suong jacked Zach off as she moved her other hand down Avery’s thigh to her sex. “It is your first time, right? Have you used a dildo before?”

Avery nodded to both.

“Ok, good. This shouldn’t hurt, then.” Suong gently parted Avery’s wet folds and inserted a finger inside her. “Oooh, she’s nice and tight. You’re in for a treat, Zachy-poo. Does that feel good, cutie?”

Avery nodded again, more frantically this time. Suong giggled. “What a cute little slut. Ok, another finger going in. And another.”

With three of Suong’s fingers stretching her, Avery finally felt full. She tried humping herself against Suong’s fingers, only for the other girl to let her wrist fall limp, denying her any stimulation. “P-please,” she begged.

“Please, what?” Suong sang.

“Puh, please–AH!” Suong curled her fingers inside Avery as soon as she tried to speak, and any attempts at constructing a coherent sentence were swiftly abandoned.

“Come on, use your words,” Suong said, stroking Avery’s inner walls once more.

“Suong, come on,” Zach groaned.

“Fine, fine.” Suong pulled her fingers from Avery’s snatch and moved away. “She’s all ready for you, big boy.”

“Finally,” Zach breathed. He ran the head of his dick up and down Avery’s slit, spreading her wetness across her lower lips. “Suong likes to tease,” he said, like it was a secret. “It’s something you’ll have to get used to, as her partner.”

“I like it,” Avery said, quietly. She blushed. “It makes me feel all s-silly and cared for.”

Zach and Suong exchanged a look of pure hunger and lust. “God, you really are perfect,” he murmured, and slowly pushed into her.

God, he felt incredible.

Zach’s dick is inside me right now, Avery thought, heart singing. There was something so perfect about the feeling of being on her back, legs spread, offering herself to her friend and having that offer taken. She could feel her entrance stretching to accommodate him, a little ache that felt less like pain and more like pleasure the longer it went on. She wanted this so bad it hurt.

“Fuck…” Zach breathed. “God, Aves… you feel so fucking good…” Slowly, he started to move, and Avery saw stars. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation.

“Stick out your tongue for me, baby,” Suong purred. Obediently, and without opening her eyes, Avery did so. “Good girl,” Suong murmured, and Avery felt legs press on either side of her head before something wet dragged itself along her tongue. Startled, she opened her eyes to see Suong towering over her, straddling her face. Avery made a noise of pure, all-consuming arousal.

“Just keep your mouth open and I’ll do all the work,” Suong cooed, rocking her clit against Avery’s willing tongue. “All you need to do is sit back and enjoy Zach’s cock in your pussy and my taste on your tongue.”

Avery had fantasized about this very act earlier in the week, and now it was actually happening. Both of her friends were using her at the same time, taking pleasure in her body harmoniously together. It was perfect. Perfect.

Too perfect.

That stupid anxious voice at the back of her head just wouldn’t shut up. Avery did her best to box it away. Later. I can worry later.

Zach began to pick up the pace. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but it definitely felt good. Avery let herself be swept away by the feelings.

Zach fucked her until he came, and after that he lazily fingered her until Suong gave herself a shuddering orgasm on Avery’s tongue. Her tongue joined Zach’s hand, and together the two of them brought Avery to the brink.

When she came it was electric. She’s never had an orgasm with her whole body before, but she did now: pussy spasming, muscles locking, nails digging into the sheets of the bed. And when it was all over, Zach and Suong cuddled up on either side of her, ensconcing her in a sticky, sweaty, sexy nest.

“So? How was it?” Zach asked, playing with Avery’s hair.

“So, so good,” Avery said, dreamily.

“What do you say? Wanna make this official?” Suong said.

“Yes please,” Avery sighed.

Zach and Suong cheered and high-fived over Avery’s exhausted body, and that was so ridiculous and cute Avery couldn’t keep a silly grin off her face. To think, I started this trip as a virgin who thought she was straight. And now, I’ve got a hot boyfriend AND a hot girlfriend.

Still, that niggling little voice inside Avery wouldn’t go away. It screamed and thrashed inside the mental box she locked it in, and even as she did her best to ignore it, she could feel it prodding at her.

Something is not right. Something is not right.