Pussy Pie

“So, exactly where are we headed to?” Tim asked, watching the round asses sway just ahead of him. They had been walking through woodland for at least 15 minutes, following a barely used trail. The car was left on the side of a dirt access road, apparently just inside the property line.

“Oh, we only have about a half mile left.” Jess answered, “There’s a small river and a campsite my brother and his friends used in college.” She glanced back at him and couldn’t help admiring Loquin’s taste in men. He was tall and broad, standing about 6’1 and his weight was probably double hers. Although big, he seemed compact, as though no area of his body was wasteful. His limbs were graceful, their movements purposeful. She glanced back to Loquin and saw her friend was smiling.

Tim stopped, settling his pack on the trail. “Sorry girls,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “There is a bug tickling the shit outta my back.” He removed the thick material, and felt his back under the collar of his gray T-shirt.

She had noticed his features earlier when they had stopped for s’mores and beer (s’mores for the girls, who stated that they were essential to any camping trip; the beer for Tim, who made the same argument), but hadn’t really studied them. Of course, while standing in his living room her vision never wandered past his waist.

His hair was dark, cut short, and stubble of the same shade covered his jaw. His eyes were a rich brown, very unlike her own amber-colored. She was reminded of the tones of tree trunks at sunset, when the fading light adds detail and depth. His facial features were strong, from his sharp brow to his square jaw.

His lips were his best feature, Jess thought. He always seemed just of the verge of smiling. Pulling his hand into view from his shirt, he did just that. His merry lips revealed a row of perfect teeth as he held the large beetle between his fingers. After pitching the bug into the underbrush, he pulled the ends of his shirt from his pants and gave it a good shake.

“Making sure nothing else wants to camp out on my person,” He explained while his movements revealed the dark skin of his stomach and a large triangle of dark hair on his chest. Jess’s face heated as she realized he had noticed her staring. She shyly avoided his eyes as he lifted the heavy pack onto those huge shoulders. “Continue, we shall.” He suggested in a perfect Yoda imitation.

**

Two hours later, he was setting up the tent and campfire while the girls gathered extra wood. At least, he hoped they were still doing that as he had not seen them in at least 20 minutes.

Despite the fact that the site had not been used in at least two years, it wasn’t difficult to clear. The dead branches and pinecones where thrown into the small fire pit, while any rocks uncovered made a parameter for the fire pit. With a sharpened Military shovel that had once belonged to Loquin’s grandfather, he deepened the fire pit and removed the grass from around it. Finding that one of the logs in the clearing had rotted through, he located a fresh trunk and replaced it. He was stacking some pieces from larger bits that he had broken when he heard Loquin cry out.

He grabbed the shotgun from where it leaned against the tree next to their tent. The sound came again from the west and he darted toward it. He spotted the two bundles of thick sticks and heard the gurgling of the river, where the two had gone to fill a bucket of water for the fire. He heard her voice again and smiled as he slowed, that was not a noise he wanted to greet with a shotgun.

The river was indeed small, barely worthy of the name. It was deep though, maybe four feet where Tim stood. He didn’t see the girls and it took him a moment to find where the trail had turned. He followed this trail for a few yards before he noticed the girl’s clothing on the branches. He could hear Loquin constantly now and squatted to view under the thick canopy of leaves.

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