couldn’t put my finger on it.
I was just about to retreat to my own tent when Mark started talking to me—questioning me about school and
what plans I had for the future. What did he expect from a fourteen year old? I stayed and made the small talk
with him, too polite to walk away. After what seemed like hours of conversation he finally made a complaint
about his eyes being sore. The fire was a few small coals. He made his way to his wife in their tent.
A bright moon had risen to bathe everything in a silvery glow. The walk back to my tent was quiet but for the
occasional splash in the lake waters beyond. Weaving between the juniper trees, Anna’s tent caught my eye. It
was silent and motionless. ‘She’s most likely asleep already’ I thought to myself. I silently cursed her father and
my own sense of manners for a moment before trudging the last few yards to my tent.
Wordlessly I unzipped the opening and slid off my shoes before climbing inside. I closed the flap, zipping out
the moonlight and leaving myself in total darkness. I paused a moment, considering waking Anna up so that we
might continue where we had left off that morning. Before I could make a decision a light turned on behind me,
and I turned to see Anna sitting up in my bed holding a small battery powered lamp out before her. “Took you
long enough.” She smiled. Her golden hair was a little messy from laying in my bed. She had on an over large
men’s gray flannel shirt only buttoned to her navel. Her small cleavage hinted to me of the treasures beneath.
I tried to give an apology, but all that came out was a gulping noise as I tried sucking down enough oxygen.
“It’s okay, it gave me time to do this.” She pulled back the top of the sleeping bag to reveal two things. The first
was her long slender legs. Silky smooth legs that ended with just the hint of a pink panty edging from beneath
the gray shirt. The other, albeit less important, revelation was that our two sleeping bags had been zipped
together to form a much large one. She giggled and patted the bed beside her.
As soon as I moved into the bed, we were kissing again. Her arms were wrapped around me, clinging to me,
as if she was unable to get her body close enough to mine. Our lips locked, and our tongues twined together. I
was having trouble figuring out where to put my hands. Nowhere seemed right and all of it wasn’t where I
wanted my hands to be. I decided to go for broke. One hand found a comfortable place at the back of her
neck, twisting into her luscious hair, the other found the last button of her shirt at her navel. I deliberately slid
my hand through the opening to her cheerleader firm stomach. The flesh beneath my hand was perfectly soft
yet toned. My hand felt rough and calloused compared to its suppleness. Millimeter by gradual millimeter I
stroked my hand upwards
Her hand was on my face holding me when my fingers first brushed against her breast. I nervously touched the
under edge, testing for her reaction. Her breath was caught and held tight. When my hand finally closed over