Up North With Becky

It was August and we were all going up to Montegue again for the weekend. Me, my sister, Sandy, Becky. Sandy’s parents had a summer cottage in Montegue and my sister and I went there all the time. Often we would stay on the sofa or porch. This time though, we actually planned on camping just because we were all under 20 and even though Sandy’s parents were pretty cool, we didn’t think they’d let us drink and smoke and whatever else, the way we wanted to. I was looking forward to the weekend as we drove up, there were always lots of parties and then all day at the beach watching girls in bikinis. Even though I was pretty shy, I always seemed to have a good time.

We set up camp at a little campground about a mile from her parent’s cottage on a Friday afternoon. We had a big tent that would fit all four of us and I was pretty excited because, as always, I was hoping for some kind of action, either from Sandy or Becky or, even less likely, some girl I didn’t know yet. Sandy was pretty good looking, tall, thin, dark hair, kind of elven features. Becky was not as good looking but still ok. She was shorter, about 5’3″ with nice sized tits and a pretty big ass for an 18 year old girl. In general, she kind of annoyed me, but she also had a reputation for giving the best blow jobs back when we were in high school. This was a double edged sword because once word got out that you’d been with Becky none of the other girls in school wanted anything to do with you. A few years out of high school now, I wondered if maybe I could get away with it without becoming a social pariah. Becky had always made it pretty clear that she liked me but I had always been too scared of getting a bad reputation. Stupid since I hardly ever got laid anyway and now she had a boyfriend. That didn’t matter too much to me back then though.

We had arrived and set up camp by 7 o’clock on a friday night and it was warm. A quick cruise through town turned up a keg party at a secluded stretch of beach and we were on our way. We stopped and got something to eat and visited Sandy’s parents and then we headed to the party. There was a secluded stretch of beach that kids used all the time. There would be bonfires and usually a couple of guys playing guitars, it was always fun. To this day I don’t think I could find this place again. Down a dark road in the middle of nowhere, we would suddenly find a bunch of other cars and then we would walk over endless hills, climbing over ‘no trespassing’ signs and low fences.

The party was already going strong by the time we got there and we all loaded up on drinks and mixed in. For me this involved fading into the background and watching everyone. Karen and I had been coming to Montegue with Sandy for years and knew a lot of the locals and summer kids but I just never really fit in the same way the girls did. They moved around and chatted with everyone while I kind of lurked at the outskirts of the fire’s glow. Becky seemed to be suffering similarly, having never been up with us before, she didn’t know anyone. I didn’t really want to talk to her but, my dick walked me over anyway and I tried to make some small talk, pointing out interesting people and telling her stories about them. Eventually Becky and I were just sitting in the sand by the fire, feeling a little drunk when it started to rain. Not just a little sprinkle either. It was a real down pour. We ran with the whole group over the sand hills to the cars. Here, Sandy and my sister told us they wanted to go to a party they knew about. Becky and I didn’t really feel like it and we were kind of soaked so we agreed to take the car back to the camp site and the girls could get a ride with some other people.

I was already wondering if I could get something going with Becky as we arrived at the camp site.