After taking care of the gate, I got back to Kristen’s car and hopped in. "Just follow the path, and you’ll find a clearing," I told her.
Patty said, "Yeah. It’s about a quarter mile in."
Kristen found the clearing. "Is this it?"
"Yeah," Patty and I said together.
"Wendy and Camille aren’t here," I noted. Actually, I was surprised that the other two girls would want to come. After all, they weren’t under the influence of the tickets any more, unlike last week.
A car engine could be heard approaching, and I was surprised to see headlights move toward the clearing. Wendy’s Datsun made it to the clearing and parked next to Kristen’s Camaro.
Camille got out of the Datsun and looked at Kristen’s car. Kristen was still seated in the driver’s seat. She looked up at Camille and smiled. "You like?"
Camille said, "Bitchin'. You know how to ride a stick, too? I get all confused when I watch Wendy drive."
Kristen nodded. "My brother Will taught me. He helped me pick out this car."
Wendy had gotten out of her car, and opened her hatch to retrieve her blanket. "You guys gonna gawk at Kris' machine?"
Camille grinned, and opened the door for Kristen. Kristen got out, and we all followed Wendy.
The moon wasn’t as bright as I had remembered it the previous week, and the forest seemed a bit darker and the shadows seemed to move.
It was also chillier than last week as well. I wondered if the girls would be as open to getting naked as they had been the last time, especially without being compelled by any outside force.
We all knelt on the blanket that Wendy had spread out. Without saying a word, Wendy casually started to undress.
Kristen, who hadn’t been to this spot before, watched Wendy, and then shrugged and started to pull off her own clothes as well. Patty and Camille followed suit.
I was glad it was dark, as I felt a bit nervous undressing in front of the girls. I didn’t understand the nervousness, since all of the girls had seen just about everything to see on my body, but the nervousness was still there.
Once naked, a cool breeze hit my stomach and I felt an urge to pee. Fuck! How totally inconvenient! I saw a large tree about fifty yards from the blanket, and I started to walk in its direction.
"Where are you going?" Patty called behind me.
"Nature calls," I answered, not turning around.
"Wait!" I heard Kristen call.
There were footsteps hurrying to reach me. I stopped, and heard Kristen’s voice. "Let me go, too." Kristen caught up to me. "I think the coolness went straight to my bladder," Kristen said quietly. "You don’t mind if I tag along, do you?"
I did feel a little embarrassed, but shook my head letting her know it was all right. Kristen held my hand as we both walked toward the tree.
Without any hesitation, Kristen found a suitable spot and squatted down, apparently without any modesty about a boy watching her take a piss.
I found another tree away from where Kristen was going (I didn’t want to splash her, or embarrass her by staring), and I attempted to go.
I use the word "attempted" there. Because, despite the urgency of the feeling, I found that I just could not go.
I heard Kristen’s stream finish — it hadn’t lasted very long — and heard a bit of rustling.
"Jim?" I heard Kristen whisper. "Are you done? I have some Kleenex…"
"Um…" I said, glad for the darkness, because I was probably as red as Kristen’s Camaro. "I um… can’t go…"
I heard Kristen giggle softly, and heard her approach me. "Here… let me…"
I felt, rather than saw, Kristen’s right hand encircle my shaft, which felt harder and thicker than it had in any time since that incredible kiss we shared before dinner. I was cringing in embarrassment, although her touch on my dick was soft, and Kristen let a few of her fingers brush against the front of my ball sac.
If I couldn’t perform by myself, knowing that Kristen was behind me, then the situation appeared even more hopeless, since her touch on my rock-hard tube was sending all the wrong signals to my cock.
"Um, Kristen… that’s not helping…"
Kristen interrupted my complaint by stepping up on her tip toes, and pulling me down to her with her left arm embracing me.
I forgot all about my embarrassment and melted into her kiss.
The blonde Goddess managed to pull my entire body into hers, and I felt, for the first time, her breast crush into my bare body.
My entire left side felt warm where Kristen’s body was nuzzled against it. She continued to hold my penis away from me, pointed in the general direction of the tree that I had selected.
Kristen’s tongue snaked into my mouth, and all my thoughts and being were now focused in the warmth of Kristen’s mouth and body.
Suddenly, I felt my bladder let go, and I felt my cock vibrate Kristen’s hand as she pointed it away from her further as my stream of urine started to flow.
We continued to kiss as I pissed, the sensation of doing so feeling a bit wicked and somehow totally erotic.
Kristen even shook my penis to get the last few drops out, something that I didn’t think about until later; apparently she may have had experience helping a boy piss.
We broke from the kiss, and Kristen moved her mouth to my ear. "I lied about the Kleenex."
I was confused, but Kristen moved quickly. I soon found her lips encircling my until-then deflating cock, her tongue licking the tip that I had just pissed out of. I had never dreamed that I girl would willingly do what Kristen was now doing.
Unfortunately, Kristen’s oral ministrations didn’t last too long. She let my penis drop — rock hard again! — and stood up, face to face with me. "We better get back before they send out a search party," she giggled.
Kristen led the way, and I watched her beautiful ass wiggle right and left in the dim moonlight as she made her way back to the blanket.
The girls had apparently started without us. Camille was in the middle of the blanket, her fingers deep within her crotch, pumping in and out. "And then he… aaaaahhhhh."
Patty had noticed our return, but Wendy’s eyes were riveted on Camille, who was putting on a masturbation and fantasy show for her two friends. In fact, Camille’s fantasy seemed to get incoherent as she writhed about on the blanket, her left hand grabbing the blanket and twisting it as she convulsed in orgasm.
I hoped there weren’t any park rangers within a few miles, because I figured that Camille’s cries of passion were loud enough to wake the dead.
Kristen and I stared at Camille, whose motions were finally starting to wane.
My dick was sticking straight up, mostly from Kristen’s quick suck from before, but also from my reaction to watching Camille’s orgasm. I needed relief, and my mind flew back to a wonderful hand job that I had received a week before.
Unfortunately, the practitioner of that particular hand job was still in the throes of her own orgasm. I remembered Patty’s warning to me about only being friends with Wendy and Camille, and I didn’t know how Kristen stood as far as being ordered around.
The only person that I knew who would not get insulted if I asked for a hand job was at my right side.
"Patricia," I said, softly. "Please jack me off!"
"Yes, James." Patty smiled as she knelt, and faced my raging hard-on. She grabbed my pole and started a nice up and down motion. It wasn’t as delicate as the one that Camille had given me, but it would definitely do.
Kristen smiled as she watched Patty masturbate me. I noticed once again how lovely her face looked, especially when she smiled. Kristen leaned over to Patty and whispered something, and Patty nodded back to her.