THREESOME / SEX WITH FRIENDS / CAMPING SEX

In a Tent Made for Three

I was the odd-girl out on our camping trip, but my friends knew exactly how to cheer me up!

My boyfriend dumped me three days before the camping trip with Meg and Corey. And good riddance, too. He’d been fucking this chick from the coffee shop right behind my back. I guess that explained why she smiled at him whenever we dropped by for a frothy Frappuccino. He’d been frothing her Frappuccino on the side!

Unfortunately, that left me the odd-girl-out on the camping trip.

I had been looking forward to the trip, and Meg had been my best friend in college. Corey was a great guy, too, with a teasing sense of humor, devastating good looks, movie-star hair, and a perpetual two-day stubble.

“I feel a little weird, going by myself with you guys,” I said, still down in the dumps from my breakup.

“Weird?” Meg asked. She had call to make sure I had everything packed, but I hadn’t even started packing. “Fuck, Jess! It’s not weird. And you definitely need a nice break from things.”

I sighed. “All right. I’ll still go, if you’re sure.”

“Sure, I’m sure,” she said. “Now, you do have everything packed? It’s three nights backpacking through the national forest, and wilderness camping only. You’ll need good hiking boots, rugged clothes, a tent, sleeping bag, foam pad, and toiletries.”

“I told you, I don’t have a tent,” I said. “He-who-won’t-be-named had the tent.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Meg said. “We have a small single-person tent, so we’ll bring that for you. We’ll take care of getting all the food and cooking gear.”

“Single-person tent, huh?” I asked. “Well, I’m certainly single now, so I guess it’ll work.”

Meg and Corey picked me up the next day in their SUV. It was a three-hour drive to the national forest, but I had a great time singing along with Meg to our favorite songs, then laughing and joking with Corey whenever he told a dirty joke. By the time we got to the park, I had almost forgotten about ‘he-who-won’t-be-named.’

The backpacks were loaded down with camping gear, food, and supplies, as well as the tents and sleeping bags. Thankfully, the single-person tent was pretty light, and didn’t add too much weight of my pack, which was already heavy. Our camping excursion was three nights with two full days and two half-days at either end.

That first day we hiked about nine miles, meandering through the woods, stopping to take in the scenery, and exploring a ravine where a babbling creek ran. We passed two other small groups who were hiking, and that was only on the main trail before we headed into the wilderness trails.

But Meg and Corey were really flirty with one another. Walking just ahead of me, Corey would whisper something to Meg and she would giggle or laugh, then give him a playful push. They kissed, sometimes just a sweet little kiss, but more often a longer, deeper kiss.

I held my breath as I watched them, feeling a deep and needful heat inside me. Their antics didn’t make me jealous or make me miss ‘he-who-won’t-be-named.’ But it did make me long to have someone for myself. Someone who would whisper dirty things in my ear, or kiss me, deep and passionate, not caring who was watching.

We stopped before it got dark, finding a clearing in the trees to make camp. Corey started a fire, and Meg and I got dinner ready. We had brought hot dogs, buns, and chips for the first night, and it was fun cooking hot dogs over an open fire. Meg and I made plenty of jokes about ‘roasting wieners,’ but Corey poked back with jokes about ‘putting his wiener in a nice warm bun.’

With dinner finished, we cleaned up and broke out the tents.

That was when disaster struck.

Meg and Corey were still putting up their dome tent, when I discovered the tent they had brought for me was unusable. The poles were missing!

“Where are the poles?” I demanded.

“What?” Corey asked. He examined the tent and the bag. “Fuck! We let a friend borrow it last year. He must have forgotten to put the poles back in.”

I just stared at him. “And you didn’t check?”

Meg and Corey glanced at each other. “Sorry.”

No one seemed sure what to do. Meg’s and Corey’s tent was technically big enough for three people, but judging from how playful and horny they had been, it was obvious what they intended to do inside the tent.

“I guess I can sleep under the stars,” I said, dragging the words out with some reluctance.

“Hell, no!” Corey laughed. “I’ll sleep out here. You gals can have the tent. It’s no problem.”

I saw the sudden disappointment on Meg’s face. She looked at their tent, then to me, then to Corey again. “We can all sleep outside. It’s a nice night, and the sky is clear. It’ll be fun!”

With that agreed, we rolled out our pads and sleeping bags, put out the campfire, and settled in for the night. None of us changed out in the open, but once I was under my sleeping bag, I clumsily pulled off my clothes and slipped on the long shirt I had brought to sleep in.

It was nice sleeping under the stars. We were in a wooded area, but the foliage was clear directly above our camp, allowing us to see the star-filled sky, untarnished by the lights of the city. Meg and Corey had drawn their sleeping bags together, cuddled in each other’s arms, and I slept in my sleeping bag on the other side of the extinguished campfire.

I hadn’t quite fallen asleep when I heard Meg and Corey rustling about. They had waited about an hour, and perhaps thinking I was asleep, began making out in their sleeping bag. Meg whisper for Corey to keep quiet, and Corey said he was sure I was sound asleep.

I did my best to pretend I was asleep. It was dark, so I knew they couldn’t really see me watching, but I could certainly see them by the dim blue starlight. Corey and Meg kissed passionately, with Corey on top, and the middle of the sleeping bag rose and fell. Corey was fucking Meg!

Despite their efforts to stay quiet, Meg moaned and panted whenever they broke their kiss, and Corey panted as well. Their sleeping bag wasn’t quiet either, rustling as Corey pump his hips, his arms braced to either side.

My hand slipped between my legs as I watched. All I had on was my oversized shirt and panties, and my panties were already damp. Corey and Meg began breathing faster, and Meg clapped her hand over her mouth, stifling a cry of pleasure. Corey continued fucking her, huffing with effort.

I pushed my hand down my panties, fingering myself as I watched my friends coupling. The pleasure rose, first tingling, then growing to a heated blaze. Corey pumped his hips faster beneath the sleeping bag, and I imagined it was me he was fucking, instead of Meg. It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted his hard cock inside me, mating with me beneath the starry, naked sky above.

Meg gasped and Corey grunted, and I slapped my left hand over my mouth as my body shuddered, the hot pulse of an orgasm rushing through me. My hips bucked against my fingers, still rubbing my clit and slit, and Corey grunted again as he came inside Meg. I tightened my mouth shut, my muscles clenching at the peak of my climax, and I barely suppressed my own cry of pleasure.

I stayed like that for a moment, quivering in the aftershocks. Corey slumped down beside Meg, both panting. He kissed her again, then wrapped his arms around her as they snuggled together.

A short time passed and I drifted off to sleep, my hand still pressed between my legs.

I woke the next morning as the sun rose, a soft verdant light, shining through the leaves and drifting mist. Meg and Corey were awake and getting dressed, right there in the open, apparently thinking I was still asleep. Corey had just pulled up his jeans, but Meg was topless, shaking out her shirt before putting it on.

“Oh, Jess!” Meg cried, looking my way. She pulled her shirt on, sans bra, then gave me a quick smile. “We thought you were asleep.”

Corey turned and smiled, standing as he buttoned his jeans. I caught my breath, looking over his well-defined abs and firm pecs. He wasn’t a bodybuilder or star athlete, but he clearly worked out. “We’re not in any rush to get going,” he said, pulling on a T-shirt. “We just couldn’t sleep with the sun up.”

I swallowed. God, he was hot…

Still under the cover of my sleeping bag, I clumsily pulled on my clothes. My own bra had been a royal pain during the hike, so like Meg, I decided not to wear one. I could only hope I didn’t get too perky beneath my merino wool tank top.

Breakfast was trail mix, dried fruit, and bacon jerky, along with coffee heated over the small gas stove they had brought. Then we packed everything up and hit the trail.

We made twenty miles on that second day, just enjoying the beautiful woodland wilderness. I had hoped Meg and Corey had fucked the horniness out of their system, but they were just as kissy and flirty as they had been the day before. Lunch was trail mix, jerky, cheese and crackers, and an energy bar. We then followed the shallow mountain river that ran through the park before heading deeper into the woods on a trail so underused I wasn’t even sure it was a trail.

Evening grew dark quicker than we expected, and we realized the sky was overcast. We checked our smartphones for the weather, but none of us had data on our connection. We just had to hope it wasn’t going to rain.

By the time we found another good clearing to make camp, the sky had turned even more threatening. In retrospect, we should have put Meg’s and Corey’s tent up before we made dinner, but we wanted to get a fire going to heat the canned beef stew and instant rice just in case it did rain.

And boy did it rain!

We were just beginning to put things away from dinner when the first raindrops fell. The rain began to fall faster and we flew into a panic to put up the tent. Even with three of us working together, it took about ten minutes, partially because we kept slipping and falling over one another, spending half the time laughing at our ridiculous predicament!

When the tent was finally up, we threw our soggy gear inside, then threw ourselves inside and zipped up the tent flap.

“Oh, my God!” Meg laughed over the downpour drumming the tent. “I’m soaking wet!”

It was true. Every inch of my friend was drenched, her shirt and jeans completely soaked through, and her blonde hair plastered flat. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath her wet T-shirt, clinging against the contour of her breasts.

I drew a sharp breath, realizing I didn’t have a bra, either. Glancing down, I saw my nipples as clear and distinct as Meg’s, and I slapped my hands over my all-to-clingy tank top. Looking up again, I caught Corey stealing a glimpse of me, and felt a sudden flush of heat and excitement.

“We need to get out of these wet things,” Meg said. She peeled off her wet T-shirt, letting her shapely breasts bounce free. Then she looked me over and grinned. “Guess you didn’t wear a bra, either.”

I swallowed, first looking at her, then Corey. Corey pulled off his shirt, then unlaced and removed his muddy hiking boots. Meg did the same, removing her boots, then sitting down to pull off her wet blue jeans.

“Come on, Jess, it’s fine!” Meg laughed, pulling off her jeans. “There’s no need to be shy around me. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

I looked at Corey. Of course, he was the reason I was being shy. But Corey certainly wasn’t being shy. He just grinned — the shirtless, dripping wet stud that he was — and he leaned back to pull his jeans off. My eyes fell involuntarily to the substantial bulge in his boxer briefs before I forced myself to look away.

His underwear had been soaked through as well. I swallowed, watching his hands slide down to the elastic band. Would he…

Meg scooted closer to me, now wearing only her panties. She ran her hands up my arms, then to my hands, still covering my breasts under my wet tank top.

“It’s okay, Jess,” she said softly, moving her face closer. “We knew you were still awake last night. We knew you were watching us when we made love. We heard you, too. You weren’t being as quiet as you thought you were. And we weren’t being quiet at all.”

I caught my breath, a quiver running through me. I let her lift my hands away, then she took hold of my tank top and peeled the wet garment off. I sat there, my damp breasts exposed, and I saw Corey, still in his underwear, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of me.

Meg slid her hands over my breasts, caressing me gently, tenderly. “I’ll share him with you,” she said, her face so close that her lips brushed my cheek. “And not just for tonight, either.”

I breathed out and quivered, an aching need clenched between my legs.

Corey had rolled out their foam pad, which was relatively dry, and Meg prompted me to lie down. I did so, lying back and looking to the ceiling of the tent as the rain battered down. Meg undid my belt, but I hardly noticed. Corey lay on his side next to me, running his hands over my body — his fingers brushing my arms, my abs, and my neck before moving on to caress my breasts.

He brought his lips to my neck and kissed me, still touching me, then kissed his way down to my breasts. I gasped when his lips touched my left nipple, and his teeth gently grazed the nub, his tongue flicking.

“Mmmm…” I moaned. It was all I could find to say.

Meg removed my jeans, and I lifted my butt, allowing her to pull my panties away. Corey continued licking and teasing one breasts while fondling the other, and Meg slid her hands up my thighs to my pelvic area. Her fingers combed through my neatly trimmed pubic hair and dipped between my legs. I spread my legs wider, and she began stroking my slit.

“You’re so wet,” Meg said. Her fingers slid into me and I quivered. Then she began pumping in and out, her thumb finding my clit. “And not from the rain.”

“Oh, fuck…” I gasped.

Corey kissed up to my neck again, and I looked deeply into his eyes. Our lips met, and his tongue flicked into my mouth. Warm heat rushed through me, and I suddenly felt another tongue — this one lower down, tasting and exploring my sex.

The two continued for several minutes — Corey kissing me as he massaged my breasts, and Meg, my best friend, licking and teasing between my legs. I could only moan and squirm, delighting in the wonderful attention I was receiving.

Meg’s mouth withdrew, but Corey continued kissing me. It had grown darker, and the rain was still falling, but from the feel of things, I knew Meg was now sucking Corey’s cock. I ran my hands over his chest, then held him tighter, pulling him closer as his kiss deepened. I heard the sloppy smacks as Meg continue sucking her boyfriend’s cock.

Then, with one last slurpy smack, she stopped sucking and sat up.

“Tell us what you want, Jess,” Meg said. “Tell us what you need.”

“I need him inside me,” I breathed, squirming as Corey began kissing my neck again. “I… I need him to fill me… To fuck me…” I wiggled, my hips moving and my insides aching. “Please… I need it so bad!”

Meg moved aside and Corey repositioned himself — not on top of me, but sitting upright between my legs. He moved my legs to either side and slid his arms up my body to my breasts.

A soft light turned on — it was the camping lantern they had brought — filling the tent with its glow. I looked to Corey, then to his groin where is cock jutted out, the tip already touching the folds of my labia. Meg grinned, reaching over to stroke her boyfriend’s cock as he pushed into me.

I gasped, feeling him slide in. He filled me completely. Meg pulled her hand away, then she moved again, lifting my head up as she sat down behind me, my head resting on her naked lap. Corey lifted my legs higher, and then Meg took hold, pulling my legs back. She held me like that, keeping my legs spread wide as Corey began thrusting in earnest.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling his cock pumping in and out of me. “Uh… Mmm… Oh, yes…”

He thrust harder, faster, my whole body moving with his forceful movements. Meg spread me more, and I opened my eyes to see her gazing down at me, a great big grin on her face. I smiled back, the carnal heat rolling through me in waves.

Minutes passed and the warming pleasure grew, the tension rising and clenching with every stroke of Corey’s cock. I looked to him, huffing and panting as he fucked me, his muscles tight and his body rocking in the sinuous movement of sex. Our eyes met and he smiled. He thrust deeper, harder, his hands gripping my thighs tight.

“Ah… Ah…. Uhmm…” I moaned, my body quivering. My center clenched, and a white-hot flash of pleasure struck through me. My back arched, my hips bucking against his thrusts, and I cried out at the peak of my climax. “Ahhhh!”

I heard him grunt. I felt his cock throbbing and the hot wetness as he released inside me. He grunted again and again as he continued thrusting, his cum-slick cock sliding in and out with well-lubricated ease. I gasped and trembled, my orgasm rolling through me in waves, then jerked and cried out again as a second climax followed on the heels of the first.

A moment passed — his cock still throbbing, my body still clenching. Then he breathed out and relaxed, and Meg gently let my legs down. I was panting hard, my head still in Meg’s lap, and I looked to Corey again, his body wet with rainwater and sweat. I looked to Meg, and she combed her fingers through my wet hair. Corey slid his hands up my body again.

I just wanted to melt into them both!

“I really needed that,” I somehow managed to say, still trying to catch my breath.

“We know,” Meg said.

The sleeping bags were still wet, like most everything else, so we settled down together on the foam pad, our naked bodies pressed close to keep warm — Corey to my left and Meg to my right. Meg turned off the lantern and we all snuggled closer, the pattering of the rain now gentle and soothing.

“What was that you said,” I began to ask, “about this not being just for tonight?”

“You caught that little bit, huh?” Meg asked. Then she chuckled. “Well, I’m more than happy to share my boyfriend with my best friend, any time she wants. He’s got plenty of cock for us both.”

I smiled again, warm and happy and cozy as they snuggled their bodies against mine. Before long, we were all fast asleep.

It was the first of many times that we would spend together. But the best times were when we went hiking and camping, enjoying both the pleasures of the great outdoors and the pleasures inside their wonderful tent made for three.

I hope you enjoyed this story! It’s my first one on Medium, but there will be more to cum… In the mean time you can also check out my website, and you can find various books by me on Smashwords.