Chapter 1 of 3 – The beginning (NOT work safe)

Overview

Conner and Bob had been childhood friends for many years. Bob and Conner had won first and second place in the Womanless Beauty Pageant in their senior year of high school. Graduation from High School sent them in different directions. Circumstances, and a class reunion invitation letter from their high school, would bring them back together after being apart for five years. Can they resume their friendship where it left off? Conner is anxiously looking forward to finding out.

High school buddies Conner and Bob

Conner and Bob had been childhood friends for many years. Graduation from high school sent them in different directions. Circumstances and an invitation letter for their five year high school reunion party would bring them back together.

In early spring all South Hills High’s alumni received an invitation to South Hills High’s 5th Class Reunion to be held at the Pomona Mining Authority hillside restaurant in late July. Independent of each other Bob and Conner RSVP’d that they would attend. Conner didn’t know that Bob had returned from the Navy and was living in the area.

In early June reunion participants received their reunion tickets. Enclosed was a list of who would be attending. Both were pleasantly surprised to see that their buddy from the past would be there. Conner’s heart began to race with joy. He was truly excited at the prospect of seeing Bob after so many years.

Bob smiled as he read that Conner was going to be there. It had been years since they’d seen each other. Memories of their youthful experimentation made him wish that July would come quickly. His four years in the Navy had resulted in a couple of casually convenient ship board ‘bromances’ but none compared to the memories he’d made with Conner.

In high school they both had played team sports, double dated and did theater in their senior year. They also had competed in and won a Womanless Beauty Pageant. After graduation Bob went into the Navy and Conner went on to junior college to continue a theater/fine arts program. Neither Bob nor Conner had married.

The Reunion

Conner was the first to arrive and he staked out a prime table where he could see when Bob arrived. Conner was dressed casually hip (no tie, khakis and colorful print shirt) with his below the shoulders brunette hair tucked up into a trendy man bun. Conner had just sat down with a vodka-seven and was subconsciously twirling his ear studs when Bob entered the banquet room. Bob’s shaggy blonde hair made Conner smile. ‘Bob’s looking good’ Conner thought. Bob was nervously looking around.

Drying the palms of his hands on his khakis Conner waved to get Bob’s attention. Bob saw Conner. Conner met Bob half way and enthusiastically greeted him. They shook hands, hugged, exchanged customary greetings and walked to Conner’s table smiling all the way. Bob was still about three inches taller than Conner.

The food, venue, booze and friends were perfect. As intended the reunion brought old friends together and many friendships were renewed.

Attending their reunion without dates Bob and Conner found themselves sitting at their table reminiscing about the ‘good old days’ while slowly getting drunk. Bob asked Conner what he had been doing since graduation: “I got my AA degree in Theater Arts and I help out at The Little Theater when I can. I’m extremely good at makeup. I also teach yoga on occasion” Conner volunteered.

Bob continued, “You always were good at makeup. I see you have two ear studs. Was that required for your theater arts graduation?” Bob asked jokingly. “No, you must have forgotten that we both had our ears pierced for our Womanless Beauty Pageant. In fact I suspect that it was our beautiful matching chandelier earrings that were responsible for our win. The other contestants didn’t take that extra step. I subconsciously twist my ear studs out of nervousness. Since I’ve let my hair grow most people don’t even see them except when I have my hair up like I have it now.” Conner made a joke gesture of flipping his hair back.

Leaning closer Conner carefully inspected Bob’s ears. “I can see the holes in your ears. The only difference is that I kept wearing earrings and studs and you didn’t. Just insert a stud and you’ll be good to go.” Conner softly rubbed Bob’s lobe with his thumb and forefinger. Conner’s gentle touch made Bob smile; it brought back fond memories of exciting times.

Conner asked about Bob’s Navy experience: “I became a radioman and sailed the world. My last port was in Subic Bay, Philippines.” “Was your tour of duty interesting?” Conner asked. “Like they say, ‘Join the Navy and see the world’, right? And whatever you don’t see sailing around the world you will probably see in Subic Bay.” Bob chuckled at his own joke. “I was discharged six months ago and haven’t gotten a haircut since. It feels so good to be home… and I’m particularly happy to see you again. I’ve missed you. Sometimes, at night, I’d think about us… and the special times we had.” Bob slowly rubbed Conner’s leg under the table. There was no resistance. Conner noticed how fit looking Bob was. His hair was a beautifully shaggy blonde.

The two had a good time over the evening; they spoke to fellow alumni, danced with other peoples wives and recounted their high school adventures… how they had stole beer and drank until they were ill and how Bob made the winning basket during a key game. Other alumni mentioned how Bob and Conner had won first and second place in the Womanless Pageant. One of their friends said “You made a very realistic and beautiful couple; check the 8x10 photos of yourselves that the Reunion Committee has posted on the back wall. Those tiaras were stunning.”

Bob and Conner strolled over to the Wall of Memories that was on display. Among all the pictures, yearbooks and memorabilia were two color photos of them. The caption read ‘Connie and Bonnie: Our senior year beauties’. Conner subconsciously began twisting his gold ear studs. While standing at the table two people came up, slapped them on the back and said, “I’m glad Bonnie and Connie came to the reunion.” Conner leaned over, squeezed Bob’s hand and whispered “I still have my pageant sash.”

The two made their way back to their table. Bob pulled out Conner’s chair for him and went to the open bar returning with two drinks. He sat down, passed Conner a beverage and picked up his glass. Looking at Conner Bob made a toast: “Here’s to good friends and good memories. Let them never stop.” Tapping their glasses together they took a long sip.
In the back of their minds there were the fond, unspoken, memories of intimate times they had shared; events that should not be shared at a reunion. Such as:

- When Bob had taught Conner how to play with himself. Bob literally and physically took the situation in hand for which Conner would always be grateful. That event was so world shaking to Conner’s young brain that he eagerly returned the favor for Bob on many occasions. This mutual gratification went on for years. It somehow brought them closer. Bob consistently left a bigger puddle.

- the time, after the high school Womanless Beauty Pageant, that they had kept their female clothes and cosmetics, continuing to dress up in the privacy of Bob’s house. They would take turns painting each other’s toe nails. It was another bonding experience between two good friends. Conner had kept his legs shaved ever since.

- and there was an event, after a late basketball game, while in the team shower, that Conner had soaped up and washed Bob’s penis to a very clean and heated orgasm. Bob was just beginning to kneel down to crotch level, Conner’s penis in his hand, when they heard footsteps. Bob immediately stood up and the two turned to face the shower wall and finished their shower. The two never spoke of what might have happened if they hadn’t been interrupted.

All of these milestones, and several others, went unmentioned between the two at the reunion yet would prove to be relevant for what fate had in store for them later.

As they ate and drank they recounted the many hiking and camping experiences that they had shared while in Boy Scouts. That discussion evolved to ‘let’s do it again’. Bob suggested a week of back packing on the Pacific Coast Trail. Drive an hour and hike into the mountain forest. It would be great experience they both agreed.

Leaving - Day 1

They were going camping at the most optimum (warm!) time of the year for camping. They had selected an area at the southern end of the Pacific Crest Trail with an elevation of about 7000 feet- not too cool at night. Bob knew of an ideal secluded meadow, surrounded by pine trees that had a fantastic view.

Conner was wearing a white undershirt, a blue long sleeve buttoned Levi denim shirt and his gold stud earrings. A pair of denim hiking shorts (very short) completed his outfit. He tossed a dark green and black checkered flannel ‘lumber jack’ shirt into the backseat of Bob’s Kia Sorrento SUV as a precaution. He placed his well broken in set of hiking boots on the back seat floor. He was wearing white leather flip flops to ride in. Gold sequins on the straps made them pretty.

Bob had on traditional Levi 501s, sport shirt and hiking boots. With the SUV fully loaded Bob walked around and opened the door for Conner. Climbing in Conner said a polite thank you. The trip, for Conner was starting like a date might start. This pleased Conner.

Camping trip

Leaving from San Dimas Bob drove and Conner rode shotgun. Turning off Interstate 15, and onto the scenic mountain road that they had taken many times while in high school, they headed west, past Mormon Rocks, to where they’d pick up the PCT. Turning onto Highway 2 they stopped briefly at Jensen’s Market in Wrightwood for ice and a few forgotten necessities. They made sure to buy two of their renowned tri tip sandwiches and two deli sandwiches. The sandwiches meant they could skip making dinner on the first night and maybe also get a lunch the next day. Back in the car they continued.

Just past the Mountain High ski resort they pulled into the Big Pine Ranger station as they needed to purchase a camping permit before they could start their trek. Conner remained in the car, unconsciously twirling his ear studs. Bob went inside to complete the necessary permits and paper work for camping and hiking along the Pacific Crest Trail. Bob asked if there was bear activity in the area that they were going. Nothing had been reported and the time of year made such a thing less likely.

Before Bob left the Ranger’s office the ranger suggested that he take a free cup of coffee with him. “You better take a cup to your girlfriend too. I see she has her legs pulled up just like my daughter does when she’s cold. The hot drink will take the morning chill away.” Turning to look where the ranger was pointing Bob saw Conner’s profile as he sat in Bob’s car. At this distance Conner’s man-bun hairstyle didn’t look like a man’s hair style; Conner’s profile looked like a young woman’s. “Oh. Yes, I had better take her some something. Do you have hot chocolate? I want to keep her happy.” The ranger nodded. Bob flashed the ranger a big smile and mixed a cup of cocoa.

Returning to the car Bob had both cups in his hands. Noticing that Bob needed some help Conner reached over and opened the driver’s door. Bob passed one cup to Conner and slid into his seat. He closed the door, fastened his seatbelt and started the engine.

“Hmmm, the hot chocolate smells yummy.” Conner took a careful sip and exhaled a quite “Ahhh’, perfect!” Bob looked over and saw Conner had his feet curled up on the seat looking like a contented cat. Bob smiled and pulled onto the road. “I’m glad you like it. I made sure to add extra sugar and cream in yours. We should be at our trail head in about 30 minutes.” Conner turned towards Bob and was admiring his profile. “Thank you for being so thoughtful.” Conner said.

They drove in silence for a few miles. Conner was the first to speak. “It will be so nice to be out of the city for a few days. I haven’t been camping since you left for the military. Sure hope I haven’t forgot how to pitch a tent or start a campfire.”

Reaching over with a free hand Bob nonchalantly rested his hand just above Conner’s knee, gave it a couple of gentle squeezes and said “Don’t you worry about those things, I’ll setup our homestead. All you need to do is clear away pine cones, keep wood on the fire and make morning coffee. I’ll take care of the rest. I know a trout stream that I’d like to show you. It’s very secluded.” Looking into each other’s eyes Bob’s eyes went back to the duties of driving. Bob’s hand remained on Conner’s leg. Conner smiled inwardly and allowed Bob’s hand to remain. It felt warm. He resisted the impulse to move Bob’s hand higher up his leg. Conner felt his heart rate rise and his mouth get dry. A sip of chocolate solved one of his ‘problems’.

Giving Conner’s upper leg a final pat Bob used both hands to turn into the obscure trail head parking area. Bob parked his SUV in a shady protected area. He turned off the engine and set the brake. “Ok, let’s ‘git and go’. We gotta get set up before dark.”

Exiting the vehicle they stretched, shook out their legs and quickly emptied the SUV stacking their gear neatly at the rear hatch window.

The gear

Each hiker had a large capacity Kelty Yukon external frame backpack that easily held their clothes and supplies. Each pack had dual compartments that made organizing the contents easier. Conner had a smaller knapsack (with his personal items, toiletries and a purse) stuffed inside his Kelty. The two storage compartments allowed Conner to bring a few extra items of clothing.

They had a compact cooking set that was more than adequate for what they were going to do. A coffee pot, two collapsible water bladders, paper towels, plastic trash bags, tarps, nylons ropes, flash lights, etc. were packed. Each camper had a sleeping bag. Bob would carry in the tent.

Before we go

Grabbing his small knapsack Conner announced “It’s been a long drive and before we start I need a few minutes behind that pine tree. I’ll be right back”. Bob grunted an OK as Conner made his way to his chosen tree.

After several minutes Conner stepped out from behind the tree. He was wearing his ankle height hiking boots with his socks cuffed just above the boot. His short shorts appeared to have a skimpy 5 inch inseam. Conner’s buttoned long sleeved blue shirt was unbuttoned and his shirt tails were now tied in a knot. His sports bra actually was filled out. Conner’s man-bun was gone. In its place there was a perky, high on the head, ponytail that was held in place with a pretty red Scrunchie. He was wearing oversized sunglasses that were definitely from the ladies department. Light rose lipstick completed his outfit. Connie looked attractive… and desirable.

Conner took a few steps toward the waiting camping gear, stopped and gave a low cough to get Bob’s reaction. Conner had to know, before setting out on the hike, how Bob would react to his new look. “I need help with my backpack Bonnie.” Conner was hoping that Bobbie from their past would resurface.

Hearing ‘Bonnie’ called made Bob turn and freeze. He intently took in the image that had asked for help. Who was this girl that had Conner’s voice? Bob’s jaw line and mouth were tense. Conner remained motionless awaiting a response. He could feel his legs quiver ever so slightly, his palms were damp. This wasn’t high school.

Without moving Bob slowly did another head to toe visual inspection of Conner. Bob’s eyes only saw Connie. Gradually an ear to ear smile broke out on his face. “Conner you sure look different. Your shorts look like Daisy Duke’s, your legs looks so long and pretty and … smooth. Your pony tail is so perky. You look absolutely beautiful; so very girly and femininely rugged. Nicer than how you looked at the reunion. Wow!” A sigh of relief left Conner.

Slowly walking towards Bob Conner softly asked, “Do you like it? Do you want me to change back? I can get rid of my ponytail if you want.”

Still in awe Bob said, “You look perfect to me. Don’t change. You look fantastic; so very… desirable. I have questions though, why did you do this? Why are you dressed this way?” Stepping closer Conner stopped arm length away. “I did it for you.” There was quiver in his voice and what looked like a tear was beginning to form in one eye. Conner dropped his head and stared at the ground.

Extending his arms Bob stepped closer and gently pulled Conner into a comforting hug. His left hand automatically copped a feel of Connie’s right breast through her sports bra. ‘Conner actually has enough tit to fill out his bra!’ Bob thought. He used his thumb to rub Conner’s nipple and confirm his suspicions. Conner’s nipple immediately responded and became rigid. Conner hugged back as tears dropped onto his boots. Slowly stroking Conner’s hair Bob whispered tenderly, “It will be alright. Don’t worry. We have a week of camping to figure things out.” He gave Conrad’s other breast a friendly squeeze. ‘That definitely was a breast’ Bob confirmed.

Squeezing Bob in return Conner leaned in and kissed Bob’s neck. Stepping back Conner let out a giggle of relief. He felt so relived. “I guess I gave you an unexpected surprise…I felt I had to make my feelings known.” A few soft sobs were absorbed by Bob’s comforting hug.

“Yes, you gave me a bit of a surprise. It was a pleasant but not totally unexpected surprise. I was hoping something like this would happen.” Bob said. “What do you mean it’s not an unexpected surprise?” Conner asked. Bob grinned as he took out his wallet and retrieved a folded piece of paper. It was their hiking permit. Bob opened the permit and handed it to Conner saying, “Check the permit you foxy wood nymph!” Taking the permit Conner read it and began smiling. Conner read it again gave Bob another kiss on his neck and one on his cheek. Listed as the 'hikers on the trail' were Bob and Connie!

Helping each other with their camping gear the couple was soon on the trail to their campsite with Conner leading the way. They had walked in silence for about 400 yards when Bob asked for a stop. As they rested in the shade of a gnarled ancient pine Bob asked “I took the liberty of filling out the form using the name Connie. Do you have any objections to me calling you Connie? I think it suits you.” Thinking for a moment Connie replied “Connie. Yes, that’s perfect. Pleased to meet you Bonnie, you can call me Connie as long as I can call you Bonnie. Let’s not forget that we won a beauty pageant a few years ago.” They both nervously laughed.

Bonnie was about to start back on the trail when Connie asked him to hold a minute. Reaching into her shirt pocket Connie pulled out a tube of lipstick and applied it to her lips. “It’s SPF 15, it’s my favorite color, Copper Rose and it’s the best Chap Stick ever. You should try it sometime.” She leaned close and kissed Bonnie on his lips making sure to transfer as much color as possible. Licking his lips and inhaling the fragrance Bonnie replied, “It sure brings back memories. It used to be my favorite too… before I enlisted. Maybe after we get camp set up.” The duo ambled up the trail.

They had walked awhile when Bonnie spoke up, “When I was hugging you by the car I noticed that you seem to have a lot of tit in your bra cup. Are you an A cup?” With no hesitation Connie proudly said, “I’m a full B. It must be the special vitamins I’ve been taking. I’ve had to wear baggy shirts at work for over a year.” Bonnie replied, “I don’t have a problem with that. In fact it’s erotic for me to think about sucking on your little titties…it makes me horny. I wish we would have thought about that in high school.” Connie replied, “I’m looking forward to getting to our campsite too. My nipples are on high beam and are tenting my bra. Too bad I didn’t bring my underwire push up or I’d show you some real cleavage.”

Bonnie discreetly re-positioned his penis to make walking easier. That action by Bonnie made Connie smile. It seemed as if they both had a fresh bounce in their steps; an urgency to reach camp.

The campsite

An hour later, just past the uphill trail to Mt. Baden-Powell, they came to a bend in the base trail that had a large set of boulders on the west side of the trail. Connie waited a minute for Bonnie to catch up. Just as she was about to continue Bonnie said, “Hold up. Here’s where we turn to get to our private place. The trail isn’t marked. I stumbled upon it by accident on one of my solo hikes in the past. We pick up the trail that we need just beyond the other out cropping of boulders over there.”

Bonnie turned, left the trail and walked west less than 75 feet to the backside of the boulders. Connie followed. Just as predicted at the base of the rocks there was a faint but discernible game trail. “We’ll be there in less than 20 minutes” Bonnie explained. “Good deal. I’m anxious to get camp set up before sunset.” On impulse she kissed Bonnie. Bonnie kissed her back. Bonnie broke off his kiss and said “I think my lips are chapped.” Taking the hint Connie retrieved her lipstick, held Bonnie’s chin and applied a coat of Copper Rose on Bonnie’s lips. Bonnie pressed his lips together and commented “Just like our dress up days. You never forget how to apply lipstick.”

Giving Connie a final kiss Bonnie patted Connie on her butt and said “We best be moving on.” The way their lips easily slid as they kissed was intriguing to Bonnie. It also was pleasantly naughty in an erotic sort of way; it brought back fond memories. He smiled, re-positioned his new erection and licked his lips as he walked.

The faint trail dropped and angled lower which meant the nights would be warmer than if they had remained on the summit trail. Rounding a stand of established pines a beautiful meadow opened in front of them. They held up for a moment. Bonnie softly asked “Do you hear that stream off in the distance? This is where we camp. No one will know we’re here.” Connie froze and listened intently. “Yes, I hear it. It sounds so peaceful.” Three large fallen trees defined a perfect campsite. There were several cut log stumps that could function as tables. The large outcropping of boulders offered additional protection from people or adverse weather.

Walking a few more yards to a flat area near the giant boulders Bonnie took off his backpack and set it down against the stone outcropping. Connie followed suit. “This site looks perfect. It’s flat and has a view. The rocks make a fine wind break and shelters us from hikers passing by” Connie remarked. “There won’t be any hikers along the route we took” Bonnie replied.

About 2 PM

Bonnie began setting up camp. He laid down a large tarp to protect their four person dome tent from ground moisture and sharp rocks. Connie busied herself with kicking small rocks and ‘stuff’ from where their tent would be. The pine cones she collected were set aside for use in their campfire.

Working together they soon had their four person dome tent ready for occupancy. A rain-fly added additional protection from any rain. They were ready.

Bonnie had tossed their sleeping bags into the tent and made busy putting up the final touches for a safe yet comfortable campsite. Glancing into the tent he watched Connie zipping their individual sleeping bags into one large sleeping bag. Bonnie thought this was a very good omen; an indicator they neither he nor Connie would be cold. Body warmth is a beautiful thing. Looking up Connie saw Bonnie looking into their tent. With an impish grin Connie playfully cupped one of her tits and offered it to Bonnie as an enticement to get Bonnie into their tent.

Smiling back at Connie Bonnie said “There will be time for that later. I still need to bear proof our site, build a camp fire ring, and get a fire going. We only have a couple hours of daylight left. You need to go find us some firewood.” Connie made a face of disappointment but stepped out of their tent, zipped it closed, and went in search of wood.

Connie did a fine job of gathering wood and soon there was an ample supply stacked nearby that would see them through the night and morning breakfast.

Bonnie hoisted all food items off the ground and high into a nearby tree so as to avoid attracting bears and other critters. The Scouts would have been proud of his precautions. Connie had found a comfortable sitting area near the campfire; there were large logs you could lean against, stumps to sit on and ample flat ground. Using a smaller tarp Connie used it as a ground cloth that they could both sit on without getting pine needles in their butts. Leaning against a large log Connie patted the tarp next to her and asked Bonnie to come sit down and relax. It was dusk and the fire gave off pleasant warmth. Bobby added another log and sat next to Connie. They gazed in silence for awhile enjoying the crackle and the perfume of the fire.

Taking the initiative Bonnie put his arm around Connie and pulled her close. Connie removed her Scrunchie and shook out her ponytail before snuggling more closely to Bobby. As if it was second nature Bonnie turned towards Connie and gently kissed her on the lips. “Welcome to our private meadow, darling.” Connie returned Bonnie’s kiss. Before she broke her kiss Connie picked up Bonnie’s hand and placed it on her bare thigh. The warmth of Bonnie’s touch felt pleasant. “I feel so peaceful and content sitting here with you. It’s as if we are the only people on earth.” Bonnie nodded in silent agreement.

Bonnie brushed Connie’s hair off her cheek and gave her another kiss. Connie grabbed Bonnie’s hand and moved it up her breast. “Do you remember how we were almost caught in a compromising situation while showering at the gym?” she asked. Bonnie momentarily stopped his slow caress of Connie’s breast long enough to reply “I have thought of that moment a thousand times while laying in my bunk on board my ship. I often wondered how things would have turned out if we hadn’t been interrupted. I also recalled keeping our pageant costumes and how we used to dress up. We painted each other’s toes. You made a pretty girl even then.”

Hugging Connie closer Bonnie continued, “I’m not sure where this week will take us but while we’re here let’s make the most of our situation. Let’s act and be like two lovers. We’ll sort things out when we get home.” Bonnie leaned over and kissed Connie’s inner thigh right below the hem of her Daisy Dukes. One of Bonnie’s hands had found its way under her shorts.

Connie emitted a soft gasp and pulled Bonnie into a more passionate kiss. Feeling embolden by the moment Connie put her hand on Bonnie’s crotch. The bulge she had hoped to find was there. Bonnie made a slight pelvic thrusting move that made Connie smile. She began to slowly rub Bonnie’s crotch with controlled lust. Bonnie’s hand went further up her short pants and didn’t stop until the palm of his hand was pressing on Connie’s panty covered penis. Bonnie whispered, “I like the feel of your panties. They are so soft and you are so hard.” The warmth and cracking of the fire made for a memorable moment.

Sitting up for a moment Connie produced her Copper Rose lipstick and did her lips. “I won’t tolerate chapped lips.” She was about to put her lipstick away when Bonnie said, “I’d better have some of that too.” Taking the tube from Connie Bonnie traced his lips with color and handed the tube back to Connie. Sliding down into a lying position they faced each other.

Connie unzipped Bonnie’s Levis as they kissed and reached in. Bonnie slid his hand further up Connie’s shorts, hooked his fingers on her panties and pulled them down as far as they could go. At about the same moment each had the other one’s engorged penis in their grasp.

There was kissing and penis stroking… Bonnie had a nice grip on Connie and was sensually pumping her shaft when Connie said, “You still use the same grip as when we were in eighth grade. So do I.” They both laughed at the inside joke. Bonnie shucked out of his jeans and jockey shorts and knelt astride Connie’s legs. Her penis throbbed for attention. “Well, here’s something we didn’t do in school” Bonnie commented. He pulled Connie’s pants and panties down to her knees with his left hand and with his right hand he pulled her rigid dick towards him. Bonnie kissed a pre-seminal drop of wetness from the tip of Connie’s prick. His lipstick print on Connie’s cock head glistened in the firelight.

Connie slid her pants and panties down to her ankles and managed to kick them off. Except for her sports bra she lay naked on a tarp amid towering pines near a crackling fire. Connie pulled her bra up and made her small but adequate breasts available to Bonnie. Bonnie shifted her attention from Connie’s hard cock to Connie’s hard nipples. Bonnie sucked and swirled her tongue all over Connie’s tits leaving lipstick prints as she switched from one tit to the other. “I sure wish you had these when we were in school” Bonnie whispered. Connie moaned in pleasure while pumping Bonnie’s prick.

Connie raised her head and kissed Bonnie and gently pushed Bonnie’s head back down to her throbbing penis. She was soon receiving the long overdue blowjob that she had dreamed about for years. Connie leaned back onto the tarp and let Bonnie do what she wanted. Sucking Connie’s prick caused Bonnie’s femme side to begin to resurface.

An awaking – Bonnie’s back

Bonnie wanted to worship Connie’s penis with her mouth, lips and tongue. Connie wallowed in the pleasure she was receiving.

In order to prolong their evening love session Connie grudgingly pulled Bonnie off her penis. There was an audible popping sound from Bonnie’s mouth as she uncoupled. She pulled Bonnie up until they were face to face and kissed her on the lips. Whispering softly Connie purred, “I don’t know where you learned the things that you were just doing to me but I loved it.” Kissing Bonnie ardently Connie did a quick wrestling move and instantly Bonnie was on the bottom.

Scooting down, and into a comfortable position, Connie had Bonnie’s prick just where she wanted it. Looking Bonnie in her eyes Connie used both hands and slowly milked her shaft a couple times. “We don’t have to wonder anymore what would have happened in the shower do we?” Using one hand she pulled Bonnie’s wet cock to her lips tonguing it while sucking it deep into her mouth. She sealed her lips around Bonnie’s shaft and purposely imprinted a ring of her lipstick. Her other hand gently cupped Bonnie’s testicles while her middle finger softly circled Bonnie’s anus. Connie knew how to enhance a blowjob.

Their orgasms were deep and earth shaking. They sucked, drained and swallowed to their hearts content.

About 8 PM

And so it went. The campfire was nothing but glowing red embers when they were finally complete. Eventually they stood up on the tarp and stretched. They held hands and stared into the calming coals. Bonnie used a small folding shovel and carefully killed their fire. Holding their clothes and a flashlight Connie led the way to their tent. Zipping the tent open they were quickly inside. Bonnie zipped it closed.

Sitting in the sleeping bag Connie flopped open their now extra large two person sleeping bag as an invitation for Bonnie to join her. A compact battery powered light gave off a soft illumination. Connie was now wearing a baby blue colored t-shirt. “I always wear a t-shirt at night. They keep me warm” she told Bonnie. Bonnie looked over and asked, “Only a t-shirt?” Displaying a mischievous smile Connie replied, “Yes, just a t-shirt. I hope you don’t mind.” “What a coincidence” Bonnie replied, “that’s the way I sleep too.” Sleeping was far from Connie’s thoughts.

Wearing only a dark blue t-shirt that read ‘NAVY’ Bonnie crawled into their sleeping bag. He kissed Connie on her cheek and pulled her snug against his body in the classic ‘spooning’ position. Her back was touching his stomach. They were both lying on their right side. Bonnie’s left arm was draped along Connie’s left side. Bonnie’s pelvis was in contact with Connie’s butt.

Connie could feel the warmth and firmness of Bonnie’s semi-flaccid penis as it nestled in the shallow crevice at the top of her butt cheeks. Feeling frisky Connie pressed her butt backwards just a little and wiggled it ever so slightly. She then clenched and released her butt a couple times hoping to get the response from Bonnie’s cock that she wanted. It worked!

Bonnie’s limp penis dropped deeper into Connie’s valley and grew in length. Smiling to herself Connie reached back and lifted and parted her butt cheek. Bonnie’s shaft dropped deeper in her grove. Releasing her cheek butt cheek Connie had trapped Bonnie’s growing firmness. She made a clenching twitch as yet another hint to Bonnie. Bonnie’s left hand found Connie’s cock. Connie made her penis throb in her hands as thanks.

Bonnie pulled Connie closer, kissed her neck and whispered “I didn’t bring any condoms, baby doll.” Her hand was nonchalantly stroking Connie’s stiffening prick. “I don’t want to make a mess.” Connie pressed her butt more firmly onto Bonnie’s boner and said, “Let me worry about any mess, lover. I’ll take care of it.” Bonnie’s thumb was working magic on Connie’s pee hole spreading her natural lubricant along her cock-head and shaft. Not getting a verbal response Connie reached back, gripped Bonnie’s now rigid cock, and positioned it directly against her sphincter. With Connie’s help Bonnie began a slow and considerate penetration. It felt warm, snug and comforting.

Twenty minutes later their love act had been completed. Bonnie withdrew from Connie and rolled over onto her back. Glancing at Connie she noticed that she was smiling. “What are you smiling about, babe?” “I felt you squirt! Four times… it sort of tickled” Connie chortled. Bonnie corrected her, “Not that I was counting but there were five squirts.” They had a good laugh about that.

Remembering her promise to take care of any mess Connie crawled over to her knapsack, removed her purse and fished around for something. Watching in the soft illumination of their night light Bonnie watched as Connie produced a Pearl Lite Days tampon. With an experienced air about her Connie squatted, peeled the wrapper and expertly inserted the tampon into her anus with well practiced ease. A string dangled from her sphincter. She gave the string a gentle tug for assurance. Pulling out a fresh pair of French cut panties she quickly pulled them on for added protection. Noticing Bonnie staring Connie explained “This will keep your little ‘wigglies’ from leaking on to our bed. I’m good until morning.” Crawling back into bed she kissed Bonnie goodnight, turned off the light and was soon fast asleep. A soft mountain wind blowing through the pines lulled them to sleep. It was a beautiful thing.

Next – Chapter 2: Day 2

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