Happy Trails (Part 1 of 2) [mF] [masturbation] [build-up]

“Assholes …” Jonathan mutters as his friends run off ahead.

Well, his friend and the unpleasant girl he has brought along. Thomas is his best friend, but he seems to have no bar when it comes to women. Which is a shame, as it will probably make the hiking trip another memory of something fun ruined by Thomas’s floozies. It was supposed to be just the three of them, like it used to be. Thomas, Jonathan, and …

“Where are they running off to?”

Olivia puts a hand on his shoulder, throwing a final glance at the steep path they just climbed.

“They’re … I don’t know. They know the way. Do you want some water?”

He holds out the open canteen to her. She takes a long draught. For one instant, the sun catching her dark bob cut and her slender neck exposed, he is mesmerized. He has known her since they were toddlers, and he likes her, loves her even. But in this moment, standing on top of a small mountain, dirt and sweat caked to their bodies, it seems as if he sees her for the first time. Not who she was all those years ago, but who she is right now.

“What are you looking at?”

She hands him back the bottle, an impish grin on her face.

“I … You …” He shakes his head, dispelling the revelation. “There’s an awful lot of grime in the folds of your neck.”

She punches him in the shoulder, just hard enough to hurt.

“You always know just what to say, Jonathan. Come, let’s catch up with those bozos.”

He places the bottle back in his rucksack. Looking up, he freezes again, his eyes traveling from her heavy walking boots, up her toned, milky legs, to her perky butt, accentuated by a pair of jean shorts. Perky, he shakes his head at the thought.

“Bad idea, Jo”, he mumbles to himself. “All-around bad idea.”

Catching up with her, he does his very best to focus on the views around them. But it is a very different view that occupies his mind.

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The log cabin where they are going to spend the night is a small but comfy affair. A small kitchen and living area, a bathroom and two bedrooms. When Jonathan and Olivia walk inside, the sun just touching the horizon, Thomas and Kacey are sitting on the couch in front of the empty fireplace. Two cans of beer on the table in front of them, their backpacks lying on the floor where they dropped them, they barely look up when the others enter. Their focus seems to be on the kisses and caresses they are exchanging.

“I don’t suppose you started cooking yet?” Jonathan says.

He can’t quite keep the irritation from his voice, but Thomas just shrugs and Kacey doesn’t even acknowledge him. He is about to say something else when Olivia takes his hand and drags him along to one of the bedrooms.

“I get it,” she says, setting down her backpack, “of course I do, ’cause it sucks for me too. But if you’re going to blow up at them, what do I have to do? Sulk alone in a corner?”

He stares down at the floor, refusing to let go of his anger just yet. Stupid Thomas with his stupid floozy. Olivia grabs his chin between her thumb and forefinger and forces him to look at her. The mischievous smile she shoots him makes his eyes go wide and his heart skip a beat. How is it that he never saw her beauty?

“You go make dinner, I’ll roll us a joint, and we’ll have fun whether Thomas and his … his floozy want to join us or not. Deal?”

He grins, surprised that she seemed to have plucked the word from his mind, his anger all but gone.

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Their dinner is nothing fancy: some pasta and a tin of sauce, with some extra garlic and an onion for good measure. By the time he has a pot of water on the stove, Olivia is tapping the finished joint on the countertop.

“That was blazing fast.”

She snorts, then glances at the others still making out on the couch.

“Like I said, it sucks for me too.”

Clicking the lighter twice, she puts her handiwork between her lips and brings up the flame. He plucks it out of her mouth before she can light up.

“Hey!”

“This is a non-smoking cabin.”

She blinks twice, her mouth opening and closing.

“Are you for real?”

He tries to keep a straight face, but the look of shock on her face makes him crack a smile. He points to the smoke detector above the front door.

“That is gonna kill our buzz real quick if you don’t take out the battery first.”

She turns to look and then back to him.

“Ha, that would indeed suck.”

Taking one of the chairs from the living room, she places it under the smoke detector.

“Might break them up”, she says, nodding at Thomas and Kacey.

“Might not, though”, he says and places an onion on the cutting board.

His knife hovers just above the skin of the onion. She stands on the chair, one arm outstretched to the smoke detector. He once again marvels at her legs, her muscles tense as she stands on tiptoes. But it is her ass, straining against the fabric, which makes his mouth fall slightly open. It feels like an eternity that he is ogling her. Only when she waves the detector around does he notice that she got it. And clearly knows what he was looking at.

“Get a nice eyeful?” she asks, walking back to the counter.

“Uh …”

“What do you think of my booty?”

“Uh …”

She deftly picks apart the smoke detector and takes out the battery.

“Come on, Jones. Spill it.”

He begins to cut the onion, his face beet red and his mind blank.

“Uh … It’s nice.”

She lights up and exhales slowly towards the ceiling.

“Just nice? Damn, I always thought it was a pretty amazing ass.”

“Well,” he shrugs, “you are a pretty amazing ass. That’s gotta count for something.”

She laughs as she goes to the fridge.

“Very smooth. Want a beer?”

“Definitely.”

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Dinner is somewhat relaxed. This is in part because by now everyone is at least a bit stoned, but mostly because Kacey’s eyes are glued to her phone during the entire meal. There is no reception for miles around, so Jonathan isn’t sure what she is doing. The occasional tap of a fingernail on the screen suggests some sort of game. Nobody pays much attention to her, however.

“I’ve decided, by the way”, Thomas says, shoving his empty plate forward.

“Wait”, Olivia says, “I feel like this calls for a wager. What do you say, Jonathan?”

“Pfft, easy. Business. It was always going to be Business.”

“Well, you seem pretty sure of yourself.” She taps a finger against her lips. “Does that mean I can pick not Business?”

The boys laugh at her smug grin, and Jonathan nods.

“Alright. Not exactly fair, but alright.”

“What are the stakes?” Thomas asks.

There is a moment of silence, punctuated by the light taps of Kacey’s finger on the screen. Jonathan has some ideas, but none that he is willing to say out loud. Olivia is looking at him thoughtfully, and the combination of her scrutiny and his thoughts make his heart beat faster and his cheeks burn. After what seems like an eternity, she reaches for the metal box on the edge of the table and begins to roll another joint.

“A favor,” she says casually, “but it’s about winning. Right?”

“Y-Yeah.” Jonathan swallows hard. Is that a red tinge creeping up her neck? “So, Thomas, what is it going to be?”

He shakes his head. “Sorry, Liv, it’s Business. I’ve never known you to take a bet you weren’t sure of.”

“Every now and then I have to let him win, or he’ll stop playing”, she says with a shrug, “We fixed dinner, so you two can take care of the dishes.”

Thomas promptly collects the plates and brings them to the kitchen. To Jonathan’s surprise, Kacey puts down her phone, picks up the pot and goes to place it on the counter. That turns out to be all the help she is willing to give. Without so much as a glance at the others, she grabs her phone and moves to the couch. Olivia raises her eyebrow, opens her mouth, but then closes it again and holds the finished joint out to Jonathan. He takes it with a grin.

“Well, it’s not like you really helped with dinner”, he whispers before lighting up.

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To the surprise of no one, after Thomas is finished with the dishes, he joins Kacey on the couch and they continue making out. From their seats at the table, Jonathan and Olivia have a clear view of their wrestling tongues, but they do their best to ignore it.

“How about you? Still Civil Engineering?”

“Or Physics. Or Mathematics?” She exhales a cloud of smoke. “I don’t know.”

“You know more than me. At least you have a general direction. I might just drop out and learn a trade.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” She passes him the joint. “One last beer?”

“We didn’t carry them all this way for nothing.”

She gets up and goes to the kitchen. With nothing to distract him, his eyes drift towards the couch. Kacey is sitting atop Thomas, her blouse hanging open. One of his hands is groping her breast through the thick push-up bra. His other hand is on her ass, kneading it and pushing her into him. Jonathan can no longer ignore the groaning and moaning of their sloppy kisses. Despite himself, he can feel his cock getting hard as his heart rate rises. Suddenly a beer can blocks his view. He plucks it from Olivia’s hand and offers her the last of the joint, but she shakes her head. He finishes it and puts it out in one of the empty cans. She sits back down again. They are both silent for a moment, engrossed by what is right in front of them.

“Does …” She clears her throat. “Does that turn you on?

He turns to look at her. His mouth is dry.

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She stands up and pulls her top off in a single motion. She is not wearing a bra, her light pink nipples pronounced against her pale, perky breast. He gasps, amazed, but unsure.

“‘Cause it turns me on”, she says in a sultry voice.

Under his stunned gaze, she grabs a nipple between two fingers, pulling firmly. A low moan escapes her lips. His pants suddenly feel too tight.

“They shouldn’t be the only ones to have some fun.”

She turns around and bends forward, thrusting her ass towards him. Hooking her thumbs in her jean shorts, she begins to pull them down. His breath catches in his throat as her panties are revealed to him, tantalizingly slowly. Dark green fabric hugs her curves. When the shorts drop below her round cheeks, she lets them fall to the ground. He lets out a shuddering breath, staring at the outline of her labia. His nostrils flare when he catches her scent. She raises his head with a single finger under his chin.

“I like the way you look at me, Jones.”

Stepping out of the shorts, she leans against the table, right in front of him. One hand drifts down, grazing her covered pussy. Lightly at first, she traces its outlines, occasionally pushing inwards. He swallows hard. She brings two fingers to her lips and licks them slowly, her eyes burning into his. She pulls her panties to the side with her other hand and slowly circles her clit with her saliva coated fingers before dipping them inside. His cock is throbbing, painfully constrained in his pants. She moans in tune with her fingers going in and out of her. Her arousal glistens as it starts to cover her hand as well as her pussy.

“Do you like that, Jonathan?”

He nods, mesmerized and rock hard.

​

“Jonathan? Jonathan!”

He blinks. Thomas and Kacey are still panting and pawing, but Olivia is looking at him with a frown on her face. She is still dressed in her hiking clothes – shorts, top, and walking boots. He can see the dark smudges in her neck and along her arms, dirt mixed with sweat.

“Are you alright?”

The vision of her dripping sex blots out any sensible reaction. To his astonishment, she smiles.

“I think you’ve had quite enough to smoke. I’m gonna take a shower.” She leans forward and puts a hand on his leg, just next to his erection. “You might want to consider taking one yourself.” Gently she kisses him on the cheek. “You kinda stink.”

It takes all of his concentration to hold back his orgasm long enough for her to disappear into the bathroom. Then, with a low, shuddering moan, he comes in his pants. The image of her on the table, naked and exposed, an image that felt so real a moment ago, is burned into his mind. He slumps down in the chair, spent. The others don’t give him so much as a glance.

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He waits until Olivia is in her bedroom before going to the bathroom himself. The wet spot on his trousers has already started to dry and crust slightly. He dabs at it with a washcloth in the hope it won’t show in the morning. Stripping off and getting into the shower, the hot water feels cool on his skin. He turns it up until it is nearly scalding. Flashes of his fantasy flit through his thoughts. His breathing becomes more shallow and his chest tightens. Despite himself, he grabs his stiffening cock, slick from the water mixed with his cum. In only a few strokes he is rock hard again. But his panting breath leaves him dizzy and light-headed. He steadies himself against the tiles, slowing his strokes as he tries to slow his breathing. He really did smoke too much. When did she become so hot? Why does his friend suddenly make him feel so … so …

“Fuck!”

He grabs the soap bottle and quickly washes himself. On his way to his room, he peeks into the living room. Thomas and Kacey are lying on the couch, their movements less frantic than before. The sounds they make, on the other hand, are more urgent and passionate. With a quiet, exasperated sigh, Jonathan goes to bed.

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The moon shines through the curtainless window, and sleep does not come. Tossing and turning, he can’t stop thinking about her, and in a way that makes him decidedly uncomfortable. Aroused, yes, but uncomfortable. His erection has gone down, but his entire body still feels aflame. His thoughts, clouded by the weed, keep going back to the glimpses he caught of her in this new light. Drinking from the canteen with a halo of sunlight framing her face; standing on the chair on tiptoes, her ass thrust backwards. And it culminates not, as he expected, in his own fantasy, but in the light kiss she planted on his cheek. He rubs the spot and can almost taste the scent of her sweat as she leaned in.

“No.” And again, louder: “No.”

He presses his fingers to his temples.

“Do not do this, Jo. You’ll make it weird and it’ll end badly. You know it will.”

With an effort he relaxes his muscles, taking slow, steady breaths.

“She is your friend, nothing more. Tomorrow you will finish this hike and everything will go back to normal. Tomorrow …”

The door to his room creaks open. He was not exactly trying to be quiet, but Thomas will be annoying at best if he figures it out. It was not Thomas who entered, however.

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