“We’ll never be able to return to camp in this snow and at this hour. We’ll have to hide out for at least tonight.” In a rush to get inside our sleeping bags and escape the cold, we quickly erect our tiny shelter. Kyle and his girlfriend are having a difficult time.He and I are the only ones present, rekindling our friendship after a few years apart. She was meant to be here with us. He is 31 and estranged. I’m still in school and ten years younger. Since I last saw him, he has grown taller and stronger.
As we take off our clothes that night to go to bed, we shiver. I can’t help but pay attention to the way his silky hair peeks out from under the collar of his plaid shirt and how his Adam’s apple enlarges as he swallows. I found myself picturing his beard’s bristles rubbing across my flesh. As I strip off everything but my tank top and panties, I catch him taking notice of my athletic body, red lips, prominent collarbones, beautiful skin, and flawless breasts. He casts a quick peek at my long, lean legs before saying calmly, “I think we should share a sleeping bag tonight. We can keep each other warm, it’s all right.”