The Camping Trip_(4)

Ever since Sarah “my best friend” had brought her friend Jessie to stay at my place for the weekend, she’d been finding new ways to keep herself entertained during her visits. But, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she stopped seeing me as regularly, so it was important to me to make sure that I accommodated her wishes as best as I could. I wanted her to have good meories of me before she left.

This time Sarah had convinced me to go camping in the country. The summer was almost over, and she wanted to have some fun before the fall started. She’d found a really nice camp site in the woods beside a lake. When she’d shown it to me, I had to admit that it was tempting. After seeing it, I concluded that it looked like a decent place. I agreed that we could go there, but then the trouble started.

“Can I bring a friend along, Dad?” Sarah asked me over the phone.

My heart stepped up a beat, remembering what had happened when Jessie had stayed at my place in Vienna earlier that year.

“Jessie” I asked hesitantly.

“No, not Jessie,” Sarah answered, sighing, “Katie.”

I vaguely remembered having met Katie about four years before during our summer trip. She was a little plump at that time, with a rather bland-looking face. She had seemed rather reserved, preferring to shy away as quickly as possible back to Sarah. I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that Sarah hadn’t invited Katie. On the one hand I’d enjoyed a fantastic sexual experience with Jessie, but on the other hand I wasn’t sure that I could handle that much excitement again, especially without Sarah realizing that something was going on between us. Still, I was curious as to what had happened to her.

“I see”, I said nonchalantly, “I thought you were best friends with Jessie.”

“Not since Justine caught her “fucking” her boyfriend!” Sarah exclaimed, “Jessie is a real slut. She sleeps with every man she can get her hands on. Can you believe she even fucked Dustins’s dad? He’s at least twice her age!”

I felt red in the face when I heard this news, especially the fact that Sarah obviously didn’t know that Jessie had also “fucked” me, as she put it. But further than that, I realized that I probably wasn’t the hunk of a man I had imagined and that Jessie would probably have done the same with any other guy, young or old, regardless of their charm or their looks.

Sarah filled the silence as I sat there with the phone in my hand, mulling over what she had just said and how I felt about the situation.

“Is that OK, Dad?” she continued, referring to bringing Katie along with her.

“I guess so.” I said. It wasn’t the most enthusiastic of responses, but I had just had the wind knocked out of me and couldn’t bring myself to sound any happier.

“Thanks Dad.” Sarah went on, “See you Friday Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sarah. See you Friday.” I responded, and then hung up the phone.

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When I arrived at Sarah’s house she was ready with her camping gear, which we promptly loaded into the truck and drove off to pick up Katie. She lived nearby. Sarah gave me directions and within twenty minutes winding through backstreets we had arrived in front of Katie’s house. Sarah rang the doorbell and went inside.

They emerged together a few minutes later. I couldn’t recognize Katie. She wasn’t overly beautiful, but she was a lot taller and slimmer than I had remembered her. Obviously there is a difference between a fourteen year-old girl and an eighteen year-old woman, but I couldn’t reconcile that Katie had evolved in such a way. She looked lovely with her straight light-brown hair swept over her now pretty face. She wore a big smile, flashing her white teeth at me as they stepped toward the truck. Sarah took Katie’s camping gear and stuck it in the bed in between the other bags.

“Hey Skyler” Katie greeted me as she scooted in the back, next to Sarah.

I said “Hello” back and drove off, engaging the GPS for our final destination. The girls chattered away in the back while I turned onto the highway, listening to the radio at low volume. I wanted to reach the campsite before it got dark because I knew from prior experience that pitching a tent in complete darkness isn’t much fun.

During the drive Sarah and Katie occasionally engaged me in the conversation, telling me about their summer. Their whacky spanish teacher, and about their holiday together in Barcelona in August. They had wanted to learn Spanish before their trip, but it seemed that their teacher had been fairly useless. They had ended up lost somewhere one night and weren’t able to explain where they needed to go, but luckily they had eventually found a bar with an English-speaking barman who had offered to drive them back to their hotel three villages away. I found the story quite scary, but they seemed to find it rather amusing.

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The sun was just setting when we arrived at the campsite. Between the three of us we managed to set up the tent just before it got dark. All three of us slept in one big tent, which we had pitched, away from the few other campers that were brave enough to stay there during the close of season. The night temperatures were already cold enough to be considered chilly, but the days were still quite sunny and mildly warm. After we were done hammering the pegs into the ground, I made a fire and we ate beans and bacon. Then we went to the tent, with the intention of getting up early to explore the surroundings.

During our evening meal, I had noticed that Katie didn’t seem all that well-developed on top. She clearly had breasts, but they formed little mounds rather than being proportional to her stature. It was quite enjoyable to see her little breasts gliding beneath her tight t-shirt as she moved about.