Oasis – “Duality – Part 1” [FF][Cheating][Friends][Passionate]

*TLDR (for those who want to know what there getting into) Lily is distraught about cheating on Damian, her boyfriend, with Celeste, her best friend, a few weeks earlier. She finally makes a choice about the situation, and the next time they go camping, Lily and Celeste can hardly keep their lips off eachother. After making up an excuse they escape to the privacy of Celeste’s tent, indulging in their sinful cravings through kissing, fondling, fingering, toys, scissoring, and more! Even if one of these kinks isn’t your cup of tea, I encourage reading a bit, as none are particularly focused on!*

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My world ripped in two that moonless night when Celeste took me to heaven. I’ve felt so guilty ever since, the fact I had cheated weighing heavily on my conscience. I don’t know what or who I want, and the anxiety of my situation torments me every waking moment. I’ve learned that wanting to be loyal to two separate people simultaneously takes a toll. Some days I barely eat, some I scarcely sleep. Damian tells me how worried he is about me, how I don’t look well. He’s asked if I need to see anyone, a doctor or a therapist perhaps. But I tell him I’m fine, not to worry, though I know he does. He’s kind like that, though I know my lies aren’t very convincing.

I try to distract myself, letting Damian hold me, let his hands move across my body, allowing him to tenderly finger me late into the night. But every touch, every kiss, every whisper makes me think of Celeste, and I hate it. I’ve never wanted – and don’t want – to betray him. Don’t want to leave him, don’t want to hurt him. But still… Celeste haunts my mind, my dreams, my fantasies.

One thing is becoming increasingly clear – I can’t keep living in this state trapped between the two of them. I know I need to choose… something. It’s hard to choose when you don’t even know your choices, but I’m skipping classes every day because of how sick I feel. Something needs to change.

The answer came as I was driving home one day from a bumper sticker on the car in front of me – “Live carelessly, remember carefully,” it read. It’s a very debatable statement, but it made me remember what everyone used to say about embracing youth, being carefree, and whatnot.

So, I finally make a choice. It’s a temporary solution to my problem. It lets me enjoy my lustful infatuation with both Damian and Celeste – I’m going to love them both. I’ve decided not to choose yet. To push away all of the anxiety further down the road. I’ll probably regret the choice later, but not now. No, now it has the opposite effect. It frees me, makes me feel like I’m floating on air, like I’m living in a dream.

My mood does a 180. Damian asks what happened, and I just tell him I had worked something out. I still catch him staring at me with a worried look when my back is turned, trying to work out what had cured me. But he doesn’t push, accepting my new, giddy nature.

I will say, though, one side effect I wasn’t expecting was an increased lust. I’ve never had the highest libido, but I’ve certainly never had the lowest. Apparently, when you spend your days and nights daydreaming about how cute your best friend’s face looked between your legs and how it felt as she licked your sex, and how her giggles, coos, and purrs sounded, and the smell of her perfume and the look in her eyes and so on, you get horny. Furthermore, apparently, when your so horny your squirming all day long and have a boyfriend, nights rarely have to end dully. So, for almost the entire week, I would spend the day with an insatiable desire to please myself, though my pussy would still be sore from the night before. Then I’d return home and rub one out to tide me over until Damian would get home. Then, later, as we were half-heartedly watching a corny movie from the warmth of our bed or so such, I’d put his hand on my chest and look at him with that look that guys can’t resist. Then he’d fuck and finger and lick me through another orgasm or two, leaving me exhausted and panting, snuggling up to him before my eyelids grew heavy.

My days and nights went on like this until today. Celeste and I had persuaded him to go on a camping trip much earlier than we planned, eager to be with each other again. To feel each other’s lips and hear each other’s moans echoing in the desert. To study her body and discover every sensitive bit. I had packed in record time, planning to set off much earlier and reach a more remote destination that we had been wanting to go to for a while. The sights are supposedly wonderful… though, as you know, that’s not entirely why we’re going.

“You look excited,” Damian comments, looking up from his phone as I slide into the passenger seat.

“Mhm!” I chirp, leaning over and giving him a slow, tender kiss, giggling as I pull away.

“Mmm,” he groans, a smile on his face, “you sure have been feisty lately,”

“I know,” I giggle.

“I love it…” he says, closing his eyes as I kiss him again, “mmph, I hope there’s more where that came from,”

“Hmm,” I say with a mock frown, putting a finger playfully against his lips, looking into his eyes. My heart skips a beat; he’s looking at me with such passion that I want to lead him up to our room and fuck him again right here and now. My cheeks flush, but a text from the ever impatient Cece makes me avert my eyes and breaks the spell, “I guess we’ll have to wait and see,”

“You sly devil, you,” He growls, laughing.

I smile, leaning over and give him, much to his disappointment, a soft peck on the cheek. “We ought to get going, we don’t want last time to happen again,” I purr somewhat ironically.

“True!” he agrees with a sigh, pulling away from me and shifting the car into reverse. “Any of Celeste’s friend’s coming along?”

Part of me wanted to answer yes; part of me wants to tell him how I’m the only friend Cece needs from now on. How I’m planning to spread my legs and let her fuck me silly… but I push that thought away, no reason to ruin the mood – no reason to choose. “Nope, none according to yesterday!” I answer as we drive off to pick her up.

Butterflies begin fluttering in my stomach as we get closer, nervous anticipation growing just as strong as I felt on my first date and my first time. Celeste is waiting for us in shorts and a crop top, her lips painted rosy red. A heat immediately rises to my cheeks at seeing her; she looks so stunningly sexy, the pastel pink edge of lace panties just barely peeking out. I stare at her body, watching her core muscles tense as she throws a backpack into the back of the car. I feel a tingling in my core, squirming and crossing my legs to try and hide it.

My heart flutters as she slides into the backseat, catching my gaze. She grins, giving me a seductive wink that sends another wave of tingles through my body. I wink back, watching her closely as she gestures to a little green bag in her hands. I bite my lower lip, telling her with my eyes how badly I want her. She giggles, putting a finger to her lips, both of us quickly turning away as Damian gets back in the car.

“So, y’all ready?” He asks, looking at us both with slight confusion as we turn away, giggling and blushing.

“Yep!” I chirp.

“Mhm!” Celeste agrees.

“Alright then,” He says as we slowly begin to drive away toward a land of fantasies and good times.

Unlike last time, the ride out is full of laughter, jokes, and light conversation. Everything feels so natural and wonderful like nothing could go wrong. Every once in and a while, Cece’s eyes catch mine, and she blows little kisses that make my heart skip a beat and make my sex throb. Unconsciously my hand finds its way between my legs, my fingers brushing against my clit. I try to hide it, to do it as little and as secretly as possible, though I get curious looks from both Damian and Celeste, making me think they both can tell that I’m not biting my cheek for no reason.

After what seems like only a minute, we make it to our campsite, making camp in near-record time with the sun still peeking over the horizon. Luckily we find an abundance of random topics to sit around and talk about, everyone waiting for the cover of night to entertain our fantasies. Still, flirtatious whispers and sinful looks are passed around more liberally than beers.

As twilight creeps into the sky in an endless attempt to catch the sun, we start becoming antsy. We quickly consume our dinner, each of us having pleasureful plans for the night as increasingly smutty thoughts dance behind playful eyes. Finally, Celeste, fidgeting with impatience, makes her move under the dim light of the crescent moon.

“Hey, can we… talk about girl stuff?” She asks out of the blue, casting glances at Damian and me, moving to the edge of her seat.

“Of course!” I reply, not catching the hint, thinking she’s asking about how Damian is about that stuff.

“I-I mean, privately,” she adds.

“Oh,” I say, my face immediately reddening as my hairs stand on end. I try to keep a calm expression as I look over toward Damian. “do you mind if we…” I ask, standing and motioning in the direction of Cece’s tent.

“Oh yeah, sure, no problem,” he responds, quickly standing up and grabbing my arm before I’ve had a chance to escape, “just don’t be too late; I’ll be waiting,” he says in a low, gruff voice, smirking.

“Mmm, I’ll keep that in mind,” I coo, giving him a kiss.

I squeak as he playfully spanks my ass, sending me bouncing off to Celeste, who was waiting for me, doing a bad job at hiding a grin. I can barely control myself as we begin to make the short journey, both of us nearly running. We grab each other’s hands as soon as we get out of Damian’s sight, eager to get into the privacy of her tent. It takes all my willpower to not squeal with joy, instead just giggling like a schoolgirl. She hurridly unzips her tent as we get to it. I quickly slip inside, not thinking straight as she slides in after me. She has a lantern in hand, a harsh white light bathing the inside of the room as she hurriedly zips the door close.

As soon as she turns to face me, our mouths meet, each of us desperate to taste each other’s lips. I grab her, one hand around the back of her neck, the other holding onto her waist as her tongue greets mine. We can’t be bothered to say anything; both know what we want, and we aren’t going to wait any longer to have it.

I whine as she kisses me with increasing roughness. Her hands wrap around me, holding me as she lowers me down onto her mattress. She pulls away, a fiery craving in her eyes as she sits up over me. She looks at me with such lust, with intentions of doing such naughty things to my helpless body that all control over my body leaves me.

“Fuck,” I murmur, captivated as she pulls her shirt over her head. Her large breasts are only concealed by a bra for a moment before she frees them. I’ve seen them before, plenty of times; large, dark areolas encompassing small but sensitive nipples on round, firm, slightly uneven breasts. But that was as a friend, and now, as she reveals them to me as a lover, I can’t help but drool.

“You like?” She asks, smiling as she catches me staring, playfully pushing them together with her arms.

I give her a smirk. “No, I love,” I answer, giggling. She laughs, leaning down and returning her lips to mine in heartfelt kisses. She grabs my hips, both of us softly moaning as she begins hastily unbuttoning my shirt. She feels so desperate to get me out of my clothes, nearly ripping the last two buttons off, but I don’t mind; I’m too focused on her… everything. I whimper as she cups my tits, making me squeal by delicately squeezing them, her fingers searching for my nipples. She finds them, already stiff with excitement, taking each between her forefinger and thumb and gently pinching. I gasp, letting myself relax as the first intimate wave of painful pleasure brings me back to earth, my legs trembling as she pulls away.

“My god you’re adorable,” she purrs, softly licking my cheek.

I shiver, my response catches in my throat, turning into nothing more than a helpless whine.

Her grin widens as she sits up again, reaching over and unzipping the green bag whose secret contents had made me squirm in my seat for hours before. “I’ve got something… that I think… you might enjoy…” I stare at her angelic form as she rummages around, burning the image of her breasts in my mind, of the subtle curves of her abdomen. My eyes widen as she finally pulls out a sleek dildo. She laughs at my expression, “I suppose you know how one of these works,” she giggles, setting it down beside me.

“Maybe,” I grin before she quiets me with a kiss, shivering as her nipples brush against mine.

One of her hands explores my body, sliding ever lower and lower. I can hardly wait to feel her touch me, my panties damp with anticipation. Finally, she slides her hand between my legs, softly stroking my femininity. I moan, my body shuddering as I finally feel what I’ve been dreaming of for weeks.

“Mmm mhm, you like that?” She asks, looking deep into my longing eyes as she rubs my core.

“Uh-huh,” I groan, gasping as her fingers move over my clit. I reach up, cupping her face with one hand, playing with my nipples with the other.

She slides slowly down and off my body, the feeling of her warm, soft skin against mine giving me goosebumps. She takes my shorts and panties with her, soon once again sitting between the legs of my naked body, her eyes devouring every subtle curve of my swollen femininity. She grins as she studies me, the gentle furrow of my brow, my eyes filled with the desire of a virgin, my lips parted. Her eyes trace the outline of my small, perky breasts, the way they transition into my slim waist before expanding to meet my wide hips. She gazes upon my recently shaven, rosy pink flower with hungry eyes, burning the image of every fold of my soft, large labia into her mind. She stares at how my vulva sits between my thighs, at how my pussy is as wet as it was the first time.

“Cece…” I whine. She’s nearly drooling, and I love it, but she also isn’t touching me.

“Yes my kitten?” She finally says, slipping out of her pants, gracing me once again with the sight of her naked body. She’s got a little bit of a bush, but it only makes her hotter.

“Oh fuck,” I whine playfully, making us both giggle. She reaches over, the both of us only in our socks, grabbing and popping open a little bottle from the increasingly surprising green bag.

“Mmm,” she coos, looking at me with a devilish grin on her face as she squeezes a bit of clear lube into her palm. She climbs back on top of me, “Sing,” she whispers, her tongue flicking across the inside of my ear as she does. I shudder even before she finally makes contact with my sex, pressing her hand between my legs.

I whine at the chill shock of the lube as it meets me, quivering as Celeste giggles into my ear. She quickly coats my opening, her palm lightly rubbing against my clit. Waves of intimate, pleasureful, relaxing satisfaction make me melt into the blankets, my toes curling as I moan. The coldness of the lube quickly turns into a pleasant, warming sensation that makes my vision blur. I gasp, my body shuddering as the feeling finally changes on my clit, Cece giggling and whining next to me as she kisses my neck.

“F-fuuuck Cece…” I moan as she nibbles on my earlobe. Her fingertips threatening to slip inside of me.

“Yes?” She giggles, sitting up, grabbing the dildo with her lube-free hand, her other hand leaving me to coat it with a combination of lube and nectar.

“Fuck…” I whine again, my body immediately missing her touch. She seems to know, giving up her search and hastily wiping away the excess mixture on the blanket, smirking. Finally, with a good grip on the dildo and a classic grin on her face, she lays back down on me.

“Mmm… you want?” She purrs, our lips locking as she teasingly runs the length of the dildo across my sex.

“God yes,” I whine.

“Yes what?” She asks with pretend disappointment.

“Yes miss,” I answer obediently, grabbing her, biting my lip as she runs the tip of the dildo across my opening yet again.

“That’s better… but… I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what you want me to do… you’ll just have to remind me…” she growls.

My body trembles at her words, high on the indescribable concoction of lust, ecstasy and need that makes my chest feel tight – a feeling only described as love. “Oh god fuck me Cece,” I beg loudly, “please fuck me…”

She smiles, finally obliging. My moans fill the tent as she pushes the tip of the dildo just barely inside me. A new wave of pleasure washes over me, my head rolling back in satisfaction. I grab her back as she kisses back over to my ear, “God, your noises are just too adorable,” she growls, pushing the dildo deeper inside of me.

“O-Oh C-Cece,” I moan as it goes deeper. It’s perfect, a little small, but perfect. I whine as she tenderly pushes it deeper and deeper inside of me. My fingers digging into her as the base of the dildo meets my labia. The entire length of the dildo soon disappeared between my legs.

“Mmm, you like that?” She purrs, kissing down to my neck and most definitely giving me a hickey as she starts to slowly fuck me.

“Y-yes Miss,” I moan, moving one hand down to rub my clit, each thrust amplifying my love for her.

“Does that feel good?” She growls in a mischievous voice, beginning to speed up, my body offering little resistance.

“M-Mhm,” I whimper; my brain grows fuzzy, my body shuddering with every thrust, the tip pushing deep into my core. I already feel an orgasm beginning to grow as I rub my clit faster to match Cece’s tempo. I’ve always been one to cum quickly, the sensitivity of my sex giving me one, often two, sometimes even three orgasms in one night. Now, after a week of fantasizing and lust, it seems to take even less to get me on the edge.

“Mmm yeah… yeah you like that huh? You like that?” She groans alongside me between licks, soon taking the cock nearly out of me with every thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming; my voice is having trouble keeping up with how much I want to moan.

“Mmmm-mhm,” I manage to answer.

“Mmm cum for me, cum for me kitten, ohhh god yes,” She growls, fucking me hard. I’m not even thinking at this point, delirious, moaning and squirming uncontrollably.

“MM-M Y-YES MA’AM,” I cry.

“Oooh yeah, ohhh just like that, just like that,”

She doesn’t slow at all, her lips against my cheek, nuzzling against me.

It’s not even another minute before I can’t hold back anymore. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK,” I yell, my fingers deep hard into her flesh, screaming with pleasure, my back arching high, my vision fading, my body spasming uncontrollably.

“Cum hard for me kitten, fuck yes just like that keep going,” She growls, thrusting the cock as hard and as far inside me as she could, holding it inside of me, moaning against my cheek.

And with that, the increasingly familiar feeling of an intense orgasm drowns my senses. I could barely make out Cece egging me on through the overpowering feeling of pure, ecstatic pleasure. I think I blackout for a few seconds, indescribably helpless under her control.

“Gooood girl,” I finally hear her say as I begin to come out on the other side; the rest of my moans quieted as she slides her tongue into my mouth. My vision returns, slowly regaining control of my exhausted body. I whimper as she gently removes the dildo, leaving my pussy sore. I’m panting hard, still reeling from the orgasm.

“Fuck Cece…” I finally groan.

“Welcome back,” she giggles with a smirk, “have fun?”

“Mmmhm,” I answer.

“You wanna try something new?” she quietly purrs.

I’m still terribly tired, but how can I say no? I don’t care what it is. I’m so smitten about her that I’d let her do anything, so I nod in agreement.

She finds my response acceptable, pulling the now-infamous green bag closer as she slides down my body, once again sitting up between my legs. “Do you always make a mess like this?” she asks, noting the wetness of and around my sex.

“Apparently,” I say, weakly laughing. It’s true; for as long as I’ve remembered, the three words people described me in bed as were submissive, sensitive, and messy. Occasionally an “easily-pleasable” (often mistaken for the cruder “slut” or “whore”) would be thrown in the mix if my partner knew anything about pleasing a woman.

“Well, I think that’s adorably perfect, just like you,”

“T-thanks,” I squeak, an intense flush rising to my cheeks.

She responds with a giggle, watching my awkwardness. She places one leg over mine, and lifts my other leg up, and slips her other leg beneath it. I quickly realize what she was doing, and it must show on my face because she laughs, “It’ll feel great, I promise,”

I giggle nervously in agreement, not doubting her for a second as she grabs my leg, sliding me closer before raising it against her shoulder. I whimper at the slight stretch, softly biting my lip and caressing my tits. She smiles, adding a little squirt of lube on her hand, gasping as she begins to apply it between her own legs.

“Mmm…” I purr at the sight.

She giggles, her face flushing with embarrassment, letting out a cute little whimper as I assume the coolness turns to warmth. “Alrighty then…” she says, positioning herself, “Just relax….”

And then, with everything prepared, our other lips kiss for the first time.

“Ooooh fuuuck…” I whine softly as our pussies meet, a unique, intimate sensation washing over me.

“Mmm mhm,” she moans quietly, seemingly sharing my sentiment, though most definitely a sensation she has felt before.

It isn’t as fulfilling a pleasure as being fucked, but it’s definitely as, if not more, intimate. Celeste begins to slowly grind against me, one hand behind her, the other wrapped around my leg for support. The sight is incredible, her hips moving with such a skillful grace that I swear I had little hearts in my eyes. It’s a beautifully tender, gentle feeling. My eyes feast on her pale skin, full breasts, and stiff nipples the same color as her hair. Observing the way her eyes gently close as she focuses on each deliberate movement, the way she bites her lip erotically as each new wave of pleasure travels from our cores. The way she smiles as she opens her eyes, seeing me staring at her.

“You like?” she asks, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“Y-yes Miss Cece,” I squeak, completely infatuated.

“Fuck thats hot,” She whines playfully, relishing the control she has over me.

“M-mhm I’m glad you like, miss,” I moan, my fingers trembling, pulling at my nipples. I feel so full of joy and love and pleasure I think I’m going to burst.

“Yes kitten…” She coos, whimpering as she begins to grind deeper, “fuck you feel good….”

“Thank you… you too,” I reply through my hazy mind, my head falling back into the bed, moaning softly.

“Fuck…” she whines, her eyes fixated on my face.

We fall into a rhythmic pattern of moans, whimpers, whines, and gasps, letting the feelings have their way with us. We giggle at fun sounds each other makes, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s femininities for a while. Celeste never grinds very hard, but I don’t mind at all. It’s amazing, her slow, passionate movements easing my pleasure levels higher. Although still sore, I fully recover arousal-wise from the earlier events and become slightly squirmy, ready to go for another round.

Celeste seems to understand, looking like it was part of her plan. “Mmmm, you want to kick it up a notch?” She asks

“Sure!” I answer.

“Alrighty…” She slows to a stop, sitting on me with our vulvas against each other. She reaches over into the green bag, which doesn’t look like it has anything in it. “Here, this oughta rock your world – I mean it does for most girls at least, myself included,” she says, pulling out two small, dark objects. It takes me a second to figure out what they are, but the distinctive sound of vibration quickly brings me to realization.

“Oooh fuck Celeste,” I whimper, my eyes closing.

“Yeah I know, I’m giving you a workout huh” she laughs, flustered, “Only if you want to,” she adds, handing me the small bullet vibrator.

“Yea,” I giggle, taking it cautiously. It’s a model she’s showed (and… maybe lent me) before. I turn the power down a few notches to a setting I feel I can last more than 30 seconds on.

She messes with the settings of her own. Satisfied, she looks up, staring into my eyes, smiling, “I love you,” she says

The words shake me to my core, “I love you too,” I agree. It feels so incredible to say it. Scary, but incredible.

We stare at each other for a good minute, just being happy to be in love.

“Mmm, well, now then.” She says, laughing, averting her eyes back between my legs, “Let me know if I need to slow down,”

“I will,” I say, giggling, getting comfortable on the covers.

She starts slowly grinding again, the feeling of constant pleasure returning to my body. She keeps speeding up, rubbing our pussies together harder and harder. We moan loudly, the once tender, delicate feeling soon growing into an intense ecstasy.

“Holy shit Cece,” I whine, watching her breasts bounce against her chest.

“Yeah?” she asks, continuing to roughly grind against me. She lets go of my leg, moving the vibrator close to her pussy. She shudders violently as soon as it toucher her clit, a loud, animalistic moan rising from her lips.

I quickly follow suit, hesitantly touching the end of the small device to my own clit. My eyes immediately roll back into my head, calling out in pleasure, biting so hard on my lip I taste blood. It was immediately overwhelming, combining with the feeling of her grinding her pussy against mine and hitting all switches. I knew it was going to be intense, but it’s nothing like I could have imagined. My back immediately arches high, my body trembling, “O-O-Oh my god C-Cece F-FUCK me,” I manage to yell, clutching the blanket as hard as I can.

“Mmmph, f-fuck k-kitten you feel too G-GOOD,” She cries between loud moans.

“C-CELSTE!” I just about scream, her now giving in to her desires, roughly grinding our pussies together like animals. That feeling was all that existed; everything else faded away. The feeling of closeness, of pleasure, of my best friend’s pussy against mine. The vibrations against my clit overwhelm me. She somehow maintains her rhythm at a pace that neither of us can last at for long. “I’M GOING TO C-CUM“ I somehow manage, breathing sharply, my body racing toward an orgasm, already shuddering beneath her.

“SHIT!” she cries, soon hitting her orgasm along with me. She falls back, both of us pushing the vibrators into our clits as we squeal, orgasmic contractions gripping my body, my mind. I feel like I nearly had an out-of-body experience, the feelings so close yet so far away, everything so complicatedly simple. It was true, pure bliss. It’s what every high-school girl dreams of. We lay quivering on the ground, howling into the night, our bodies electrified with love and pleasure.

“F-f-f-fuck,” I finally manage, reaching over my peak as my mind descends. I click my vibrator off, my body throbbing with a painful soreness, a layer of sweat coating every inch of me. We just lay there, legs wrapped around each other, panting for some time, both of us scared of breaking the feeling, scared that we may be broken ourselves.

“Did you… enjoy yourself?” Celeste finally asks quietly, sitting up slowly, looking at me with eyes hinting at that same embarrassment and nervousness. I wonder if she always got embarrassed after her orgasms; I guess I’d have to find out in the future.

“Oh of fucking course, Miss,” I say, giggling, laughing as I lean forward and kiss her, regaining some liveliness. “you know… your pretty cute when your all embarrassed,”

“Oh?” she asks, her cheeks turning an even brighter red.

“Mmhm,” I purr, biting her lip softly as I pulled away. We sit kissing, cuddling each other’s arms for quite some time, grinning, whispering sweet nothings, just happy to be with each other.

“I should probably get going,” I eventually groan, yearning to spend the night cuddled up in her arms, but I can’t.

“yeah…” She agrees, checking her phone, startled at how much time had gone by, “yeah, well… um… I guess I’ll… I’ll see you next time,” she says, looking sorrowfully at me as I slip on and start buttoning up my shirt with trembling hands. I try not to notice, try to remember the entire situation, remember the choice.

“Yep! For sure… see you next time, my love,” I say, smiling, though a lump grows in my throat. I give her one last kiss before standing, turning away, and wiping my eyes.

“Oh, and you can keep the… you know, here,” she grabs the vibrator, handing it up to me.

“O-oh, thanks!” I respond, accepting the gift, holding it tightly. I slide on my panties, my shorts soon following. Slipping the vibrator into my pocket, I unzip the tent, feeling a refreshing rush of cold air against my skin. I turn back to face a frowning Celeste, gently brushing her cheek, “Hey, it’ll be okay, I promise,”

“I know…” she says softly, though I know she’s lying; I can see the worry in her look; it’s the same kind, sincere worry in Damian’s looks. She tenderly kisses my hand, “go on, I’ll see you in the morning, sweet dreams.”

I sigh, my heart giving one last flutter as I turn away, fumbling to turn my phone on for light. I hear the sound of her tent zipping closed as I stumble toward my own tent, stopping to grab and eat a snack as tears silently roll down my cheeks.

Once I’m calmed down, I slip silently into my tent. Luckily Damian’s seemed to have fallen asleep, his silhouette gently rising and falling with every breath. I quietly remove my clothes, burying them deep in one of my bags so he doesn’t find how dirty my panties are. I put on a nightgown, sliding into the bed, careful as to not stir him. Even luckier, I manage not to wake him. He instinctively wraps his arm around me, and I settle in. I try to fight off the weight of the choice, try not to think about it, try to convince myself I can keep this up and that it’s fine. Eventually, I succumb to the exhaustion, slipping into the darkness of sleep.

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