WILDEST FANTASIES

A five day hike was all it was. Five days. I could do five days. Nevermind that he would be there. Sweating, panting, sleeping twenty feet away from me.

I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Camping in close quarters, isolated from the world, stuck with the one person that sends your mind into a tizzy.

It was a University camping trip. Ten of us all together. A small group. Still, there were much prettier girls here. I knew, for the entire trip I would have to stand by and watch Nicholas flirt with them one by one. Maybe I'd hear some moaning from their tents. While I'm stuck with my fantasies, they'll get the real thing.

They'll get Nicholas.

He handn't organised the trip, but you would have thought so, from the way he spoke, the way he stood, the way the rest of us looked to him for every little answer to every little question. He had more experience than Tom even, the camp leader, owing to summers out in the bush with his grandparents.

I desperately wished I was fitter. Leaner. More toned. I wished the group didn't have to stop while I caught my breath, gripping the side of the tree, watching the bark stick to my skin from sweat.

A constant, sickly sweet smell. From the sap, from my sweat, from the wetness between my thighs that was there all the time. I was much too afraid to bring my toys, too afraid someone would find them in my pack. I would have been happy to just use my hand, were it not for Samantha, my tentmate. Finding a moment alone was near impossible, and she watched me like a hawk, communicating mainly in sighs. Waiting for me to straighten out a tentpole. Sigh. When I left the tent to pee again. Sigh. Watching the sunset. Sigh. I wondered why she even came. We weren't in high school anymore, no one was forcing her.

Though I wasn't really one to talk.

I mostly signed up because my parents wanted me to push myself. They offered to pay for this trip, for my car, if I came. So I came.

"Didn't you do the training exercises?" Samantha asked me.

I shook my head. She had asked me this several times over the last two days, as if she was expecting me to give a different answer.

I looked ahead. Nicholas was still leading the pack. Only now he was flanked on either side. To his left, Brandon, his roommate back home. To his right, Olivia. A girl I had only met a couple of days ago. She wore a perky pony tail and kind eyes, and watching her make Nicholas and Brandon laugh like that, I despised her with everything I had. What is there to joke about when your life is that perfect?

I wanted everything Olivia had. The pink shoes, the cropped hoodie, the blue eyes, the flat stomach. She was the blueprint. She was perfect for Nicholas.

They were other candidates for sure, but none like Olivia.

The group had stopped. Not because of me this time. I tried to peek over the obscenly large backpack in front of me.

"He's been bit," Nicholas called out, gripping Tom's leg.

"It's alright, Nick. Just need to rest for a bit," Tom said, his hand raised in dismissal. Nicholas ignored him.

"Do we need to call for a helicopter?" Emily asked. One of the candidates.

"Nah," Nicholas said. He flipped his curls out of his face. "I saw it, it's harmless. Just needs a wrap." Nicholas rinsed the bite with water. "Anyone got a marker?"

"Yes!" Tom said. "Good idea."

I fumbled around in the side pockets of my pack. I knew I had one. I knew I did. Eventually, I found it, and ran up to Nicholas. He held out his palm without looking at me, and I felt his fingers brush against mine as I let the pen fall into his hand. He bit off the cap and marked the edge of the wound, timestamping it.

"We gotta park here for a while guys. Sorry," Tom said.

We all bristled. No not at all. Don't apologise.

Brandon handed Nicholas the bandage and we watched as he wrapped it around and around. Samantha sighed.

"Right, well. We best start getting set up," Olivia said. It was the next logical move. Not much else we could do for Tom now.

I helped Samantha set up the tent, all the while trying not to look over at Nicholas. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Every movement was fluid. I thought his fingers had probably never trembled his whole life. Before I knew it, I was walking over to him. Samantha was calling out to me, I think. All I heard was a twitty bird.

He glanced up as I approached. I could feel the flush starting to rise as Brandon stared me down.

"Can I have my pen back?"

Nicholas blinked at me, then fished it out of his pocket, handed it to me without a word. I scrambled for something to say.

"What kind of snake was it?"

"Just a spotted," Brandon replied. He cocked his head, gesturing Nicholas back to help with the tent, but Nicholas didn't move.

"What's your name again?" he asked.

"Lena."

"Lena," he repeated. "This your first time?"

I nodded. Brandon was glaring daggers into the side of my head, and it was somewhat difficult to ignore. I pointed back to my tent. "I'll -

I turned away, my cheeks hot. Samantha sighed upon my return. "You got your pen?"

"Yep."

"Fan-bloody-tastic."

Before long it was dark. Embers flew out of the fire, stinging our skin, marking our clothes. The dishes had been cleaned, the food all packed away. All there was left to do was try and get a good night's sleep.

"Goodnight," Samantha said, pulling her eyemask down.

"Night," I replied, staring up at the skylight. The stars almost made the trip worth it. Almost.

I held on for as long as I could, but eventually, I had to pee again. Moving as slowly as possible, I managed to slip out without waking Samantha.

I followed the string to the designated business area, and let loose, a moan escaping from my lips. After I was done, I felt for the string, began to head back, but there was that pulsing again. I thought of my vibrator, sitting idly in my drawer at home. I hoped my sister hadn't found it. She wasn't all that young, in fact she was older than me, but she was nosy, and judgy.

I moved to the side of the path, felt up my shirt, under the underwire of my bra, and squeezed. My nipples hardened as I pinched them, one by one. Slowly. Normally I would be afraid, but I was desperate. Snakes and spiders were the last thing on my mind.

I trailed my hand back down my shirt, under the waistband of my shorts, my panties, until I felt wetness. Dragging, lazy, circular motions. That was what I needed. I leant against the nearest tree, using my hand to steady myself. I tried to stay quiet, but a fly's fart could be heard out here. I had just reached the edge, was just about to finish, when I heard someone coming. I froze against the tree, listened as the footsteps crept nearer and nearer.

I tried to duck, to hide, but it was too late. He heard the bristle of leaves, his eyes snapping to me in an instant.

"You get lost?" Brendan asked.

I shook my head. "No."

I could just make out the side of him in the moonlight. His dark hair, curled behind his ear. "What were you doing?" he asked me, stepping closer.

I should have told him I was lost.

I tried to quiet my breathing, push my hair out out of my face, look somewhat presentable. He stepped closer still, until I could see his face clearly. I willed my heart to slow, my cheeks to cool. He placed the side of his finger against my forehead, while I looked up into his eyes, barely registering what was happening. I thought my heart would bounce right out of my chest.

"What were you doing, Lena?" he asked me again, stepping back slightly.

I swallowed. "I was -

He nodded me on, nice and slow.

"I was touching myself."

"You were touching yourself."

I had to lick my lips, my mouth was so dry. He stepped foward again, backing me into the tree. I could feel him poking against my thigh. I couldn't stop the moan. His hand gripped my pussy, making my leg shake.

"You like that?" he asked, pressing into me further. I nodded, the movmement causing my hair to catch on the tree. His laugh was barely above a whisper. "Yeah, you do. Come here." His hands held the back of my neck as he kissed me hard, slipping his tongue into my mouth. The rough skin was heaven against the heat of my neck. Then his hand moved under my shorts, my panties, right to where my hand was just minutes ago.

"Better right?" he asked, reading my mind. I reached for the bulge in his pants, pressed against it, rubbing slowly as two of his fingers pushed inside of me.

"Better," I murmured against his chest. He hooked his fingers in all the way, and I gasped, clutching onto his shoulder.

He brought his mouth to my ear. "Will you be my little slut tonight?"

My voice was thin, weak."I'll be your little slut." He stuck a third finger in, and a whimper came out as I felt myself stretch for him.

"You can take it, babe."

I nodded, craning my neck, writhing against the tree, against his forearm locking me in place, keeping me from heeling over. He was right. "I can take it."

"Fuck," he groaned, feeling me tighten and pulse around his fingers.

He bent down slightly, and I rested my head in the crook of his neck, going limp against him as his fingers kept me upright. After my breathing slowed, I lifted off his hand. He pushed on my shoulders, gently moving me down to the ground, then unzipped himself.

"Come on, open up," he said. I did as I was told. He wasn't overly large, but I had a small mouth. Spit dribbled down the side of my mouth, coating him. I gasped for breath, massaged him with my hand, ran my tongue around the tip of him. Circling, sucking, nipping.

My choking and sputtering filled the quiet as he he hung his head back. It didn't take long for his cum to fill my mouth, and as I swallowed every drop, he looked down at me. Different to how he looked at me before, with Nicholas. Different to how he looked at me a few minutes ago even. His eyes were somehow darker, rounder. His eyelashes fluttered against the moonlight.

He reached for my hands and helped me up before moving back onto my mouth. I opened immediately for him, letting him explore my mouth, as I explored his. It was a slow, undulating sort of kiss. As if we had all the time in the world, as if he, for whatever reason, wanted that time with me. But after a few seconds, he stopped the kiss, catching his breath. He didn't say a word, barely even looked at me, and I knew then that what I saw in him, in his eyes, in his tongue, in the straining of his neck, it wasn't there. So he headed back to camp, leaving me stuck against the tree, afraid to move.