Chapter 12: Chapter 12

VADA

I watched Evan put out his cigar.

My heart rate skyrocketed, tripping over its own erratic rhythm while my breath caught in my chest.

I knew what he was going to do.

There was a hunger in his eyes like I’d never seen before in any man.

He reached for me, grabbing my waist and hauling me against his chest. I gasped, our eyes meeting briefly before he dipped his head, taking possession of my lips with a slow, gentle kiss.

His hands found their way into my hair, tilting my head as the kiss intensified.

My hands had a mind of their own, sliding up his hard chest and around his neck as I surrendered and his tongue slipped past my parted lips.

He tasted like cigars and steak sauce, the smoky combination cranking the heat in our joined mouths.

He probed deeper, my mouth opening wider, our tongues dancing together in a provocative ballet.

The crickets chirped, providing background vocals for the dual moans of pleasure that cut through the evening stillness of the forest.

My chest heaved, my pussy lubricating and pulsating as she prepared for a fucking.

He pulled away, gulping air into his oxygen-starved lungs while we launched into a staredown.

“I ~really~ have to pee now,” I blurted out.

He chuckled as he released me. “I bet you do,” he whispered.

I turned away, stumbling down the path toward the restrooms.

“Wait up, Vada!” Garrett called, running to catch up with me. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why?”

“You look a little wobbly.”

“I’m good,” I assured him. “I just have to pee really bad.”

We walked the rest of the way in silence. My head was still spinning from Evan’s kiss. I’d never been kissed like that before.

Most of the guys I’d been with hardly ever kissed me. And if they did, it was a quick, forceful tongue-ramming before they shoved their cock in my mouth.

The washroom was filthy, with dirt and water tracked across the floor. I tried to ignore the spiders on the ceiling while I searched for a toilet that wasn’t clogged.

When I found one, I tugged down my shorts and panties and perched precariously over the seat while I emptied my bladder.

My panties were soaked.

From Evan’s kiss!

~Evan Morgan.~

The control freak who I’d never been attracted to before.

But the guy could kiss. He almost kissed the panties right off me. If he’d dragged me into the tent, I would’ve been okay with that.

I was still pissed at him for getting me all wound up the night before. And at Jake for refusing to finish what he’d started on the hood of the Capri.

But I could be persuaded to forget about it if they offered more of what Evan just gave me.

Garrett was waiting outside, leaning against the wall of the building. A mother and her three kids rounded the corner. I recognized them from the site next to us.

“Hello,” I said when the woman stopped to stare at us.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she hissed after her daughters disappeared inside the washroom. “This is a ~family ~campground.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

“How old are you anyway? I have a mind to call the police. Three grown men and one young girl together in the woods. There’s only one reason you’d be out here with them.

“What would your parents think, young lady?”

“Well, my mother is dead,” I said. “And this trip was my dad’s idea. So I guess he doesn’t think it’s a big deal if I—”

“She’s just kidding around,” Garrett said, throwing me a warning look. “I’m her father. There’s nothing weird going on. Just a father-daughter camping trip, and we met up with some friends of mine.”

“Oh. My apologies for assuming something unholy.”

“No problem,” Garrett chuckled. “Have a nice evening.”

“You as well,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

“What was that all about?” I asked as we headed down the path back to our campsite.

“You can’t tell people you’re with three men.”

“Why not? It’s not illegal.”

“We’re traveling in the company van, Vada,” he said.

“Oh shit. I guess I didn’t think about that.”

“The only people who know about our lifestyle are the people in our social group. And all those people are in polyandrous relationships.

“Most outsiders don’t understand, so it’s best just to keep it to ourselves.”

“How do they explain it to the kids?”

“They don’t know any different.”

“What about when they go to school?”

“Lots of kids have more than one daddy and half-siblings these days.”

“I suppose.”

“Evan’s kiss really blew you away,” he said.

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“He’s pretty skilled in the bedroom.”

“He’s a very good kisser,” I conceded. “But it was more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

I stopped on the path, debating about how much I wanted to share with these guys. There were no secrets between them. They’d made that very clear.

“I’ve never been kissed like that before,” I explained.

“Most of the guys I’ve been with were selfish jerks, just looking to get off. They never kissed me much at all. It was always about getting their cock in my mouth or my pussy.

“They didn’t care about me. When Evan kissed me, there was heat. But there was also tenderness. And I felt safe. I’ve never felt safe with a male partner before.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time. It was probably less than a minute, but it felt a lot longer.

Garrett usually responded to awkward situations with a joke. But there was no amusement in his eyes.

“You’re safe with us,” he whispered gruffly, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. He caressed my cheek gently, gazing into my eyes with kindness and desire.

“We will never hurt you, Vada. Your pleasure will always be our first priority. I promise.”

He claimed my mouth with a deep kiss, gently forcing my lips open while I trembled with pleasure.

His tongue sought out mine, teasing me with an erotic rub, and my pussy ached with need for the second time that evening.

I pulled away when I heard voices approaching. It was the nosy woman and her kids.

“I wasn’t even close to being finished,” Garrett murmured.

“Somebody is coming, ~Dad~,” I hissed, putting some distance between us.

“Okay, my dear daughter,” he said, winking at me when the family passed us.

The woman glanced at us curiously, continuing down the path without saying anything.

“We’re going to continue that kiss later,” he whispered.

“I’m gonna hold you to that, Garrett.”

***

“Vada, what are you doing?” Jake sighed, taking my stick from me. “The idea is to ~roast~ the marshmallow. It’s probably still cold in the middle.”

“She’s never been camping before, Jake,” Evan said.

“There’s no right or wrong way to roast a marshmallow,” Garrett added. “Some people just barely toast them, and others like them burnt to a crisp.”

“I can roast my own marshmallow,” I snapped, taking my stick back. “Literally ~and~ metaphorically. Remember that later, when we’re all tucked in together in that tent.”

Garrett threw his head back, his loud laughter echoing through the silence of the woods.

The campsites were spaced out, with lots of trees in between. I could see the flicker of the nosy woman’s fire, with the distant sounds of children’s laughter.

Her husband stopped by after we returned from the bathroom, clearly on an information-seeking mission. The skinny little creep stared at my tits the entire time he was talking to Evan.

“I think we need to establish some rules before we go to bed,” Evan announced.

“Here we go,” I mumbled while I contemplated how to get the gooey marshmallow off the end of my stick.

“Vada, if you have something to contribute, please say it loud enough that everyone can hear.”

“Do you want me to share it with the nosy bitch next door?” I asked.

“No,” he whispered. “Thank you for reminding me that we’re not alone, Vada.”

“You’re welcome, Evan.”

“I think we should review the original plan,” he said quietly. “Each of us gets to spend one night alone with Vada before we proceed with any group activities.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and smiled when I saw a text from my dad.

Dad

Hi pumpkin.

Vada

Hey Dad!

“Excuse me, Vada,” Evan said. “We’re having a meeting. Could you text your friends when we’re finished, please?”

“It’s my dad,” I informed him. “So, no.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the campsite. They were obviously still experiencing some residual guilt over this new arrangement with their best friend’s daughter.

I was beginning to understand why it was so important to them that I go on their road trip. They needed the time and distance to adjust. My father included.

Dad

Are you having a good time?

Vada

I’m not thrilled about the camping part.

Dad

LOL!

Vada

There’s no showers! Just a gross washroom with spiders. And they’re making me sleep in a tent! On the ground! Can you tell them to let me sleep in the van?

Dad

Sleep in the tent, honey. It’s an experience everyone should have.

Vada

Have you ever slept in a tent?

Dad

Sure.

Vada

You have not!

Dad

It’s not really my thing.

Vada

It’s not my thing either!

Dad

Open your mind, Vada. You’re young. Embrace your sense of adventure. The guys have a lot of great things planned. You’re going to have so much fun.

Vada

They shared the itinerary with you?

Dad

Of course they did.

Vada

Do you miss me, Dad?

Dad

What kind of question is that?

Vada

Is it weird?

Dad

Is what weird?

Vada

Knowing that your daughter is with your three best friends?

Dad

I know that you’re safe. And that’s not something I’ve ever felt about any of your previous boyfriends.

Vada

But there’s three of them. And they’re eighteen years older than me.

Dad

I’ve had lots of time to get used to the idea, Vada. I focus on the fact that you’re not out with drug dealers who beat you up. I’ve slept better the last three nights than I have since you moved out.

Vada

I’m sorry I was worrying you so much. I didn’t realize.

Dad

It’s okay, baby. You’re where you’re supposed to be now. Everything happens for a reason.

Vada

I’m not entirely convinced you’re my dad now. He doesn’t say shit like that. Who is this?

Dad

It’s Dad, baby girl.

Vada

Prove it. FaceTime me.

Dad

You don’t have any Wi-Fi up there.

Vada

How do you know?

Dad

Evan told me earlier.

Vada

Oh.

Dad

Do you remember when we rented the beach house in Islamorada?

Vada

Unfortunately.

Dad

What happened that week?

Vada

Really, Dad? Why would you bring that up?

Dad

To prove it’s me. Nobody else would know what happened.

Vada

Except the three guys staring at me right now over a campfire.

Dad

I don’t think any of them stole my phone and texted you, pretending to be me.

Vada

You couldn’t come up with a better example to prove it was you?

Vada

I got my period unexpectedly and bled all over while they tried to find maxi pads in the middle of the night. They came back with adult diapers, Dad.

Dad

I chose that one because it involved the guys, and I wanted you to remember how much they cared about you while you were growing up. They always had your back.

Vada

If you tell me your best friends have been planning to marry me since I was a kid, I’m outta here. Cause that’s creepy and cringe, Dad.

Dad

That’s not true, Vada. They aren’t groomers or pedophiles. This was my idea. I swear to you, I approached them first.

Dad

And as much as I’d like to pretend otherwise, you’re a grown woman, who is far from innocent.

Vada

I’ve never had sex with three men at the same time.

Dad

Okay, then. I’m going to sign off now and try not to think about that when I close my eyes.

Vada

Good night, Daddy.

Dad

Good night, Vada.

I glanced up from my phone to find three sets of eyes on me, the glow from the fire dancing across their faces.

The emotions ran the gamut. Jake was struggling with some guilt. Evan was annoyed that our meeting got interrupted.

And Garrett was horny. He wanted to get me into the tent so he could finish our kiss from earlier.

“Can we resume our meeting now?” Evan asked with forced politeness.

“You may proceed,” I said.

“I think we should review the original plan,” he repeated. “Each of us gets to spend one night alone with Vada before we proceed with any group activities.”

“Is anyone else experiencing déjà vu?” I whispered.

“Very funny, Vada,” he muttered. “I was recapping my earlier statement.”

“I get it. You guys wanna fuck me solo before you fill all my holes at once.”

He closed his eyes, sucking his lips between his teeth. Pushing Evan’s buttons was my new favorite hobby.

“We each need the opportunity to spend a night alone with you so we can ~make love~ to you. So that when we do engage in group activities, you don’t feel like you’re being used.

“In a polyandrous relationship, it’s the role of the male partners to make the woman feel valued for more than just her body.

“Sexual satisfaction is important. But love, respect, attention, and romantic support must take precedence.”

“Is there a website I can visit to learn the rules?” I joked.

“Yes, Vada,” Evan said. “There’s an entire online community, where you can ask questions and talk to other women.”

“Oh, wow,” I whispered. “I was kidding.”

“This is no joke, sweetheart. Choosing this lifestyle is a big decision. It doesn’t conform with modern society’s expectations.

“But polyandry still exists in some cultures, and dates back thousands of years.”

“How do I get on this website?”

“I can give you the link.”

“Just tell her now, Evan,” Garrett suggested.

“Tell me what?” I demanded. “I thought there were no secrets allowed.”

“You aren’t an official member of our family yet,” Evan said. “You are still in the courting phase.

“Once you officially accept our proposal and make the commitment, you will be brought into the circle of trust.”

“I see.”

“We aren’t keeping anything from you, Vada,” Jake said. “That’s not what Evan meant.”

“We’re spending a week at a private resort in the Rocky Mountains, in Colorado,” Evan revealed.

“We aren’t going to Vegas?!” I cried.

“We’re still going to Vegas,” Jake said. “Part Con isn’t for a month.”

“Okay. Are we stripping cars at this resort?”

“No. We’re spending the week with friends.”

“Friends that share women,” I concluded, feeling stupid for taking so long to figure it out.

“That’s correct,” Garrett said. “You’ll get to meet other women who will help you.”

“Help me, what?”

“Adapt to the lifestyle.”

“This isn’t like some giant orgy, is it?”

“No,” Evan said, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh. “They’re all in committed relationships. Most of our friends have families. We’re late bloomers.”

“So it’s like a big old family reunion,” I snorted.

“Kind of,” Garrett chuckled.

“Well, that sounds, um, ~interesting,~” I said with a nervous chuckle.

***

“Remember the rules we all agreed on for tonight,” Evan harped once we were settled in the tent.

“Everyone must keep their clothes on,” Garrett grumbled.

“Touching is only allowed through clothes,” Jake repeated with a heavy sigh.

“Why do I feel like I’m at some kind of weird summer camp?” I laughed.

“What kind of camp did you attend?” Evan gasped. “I don’t recall you ever going to camp.”

“It was a joke, Evan.”

I ended up between Jake and Garrett out of habit. Because I didn’t like Evan. Until he kissed me senseless. Now I found myself wanting to explore things with him a little more.

~How do I ask to switch places without hurting someone’s feelings?~

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” Garrett asked, brushing his lips over my forehead.

“I have a question.”

“Fire away,” Jake encouraged while he dropped a trail of light kisses down my arm.

“Uh, how do I make sure I don’t show favoritism, or leave any of you out, when we’re, um, all together?”

“There’s no jealousy in a polyandrous relationship,” Evan said.

“Jealousy is part of human nature.”

“You don’t need to worry about it,” Garrett murmured, rubbing my nipple through my T-shirt.

I wasn’t used to sleeping in so many clothes, but it was downright chilly in the tent, until I got into a massive sleeping bag with three big heat-producing males.

Now I was sweating. My T-shirt and yoga pants were too warm.

“Would you be terribly upset if I switched places with Jake, Garrett?”

“Not at all, beautiful,” he whispered.

“I think I speak for both Jake and myself when I say I think that’s a good idea, and we’d much rather listen to you making out with Evan than bickering with him.”

“I can definitely get on board with that,” Evan agreed. “Get over here, sexy lady.”

I climbed over Jake, pausing to straddle his waist. He was rock hard, his cock jutting through the front of his track shorts.

“Hello,” he whispered with a happy little grunt when I started riding him. “I sure wish we were naked right now. I’d be inside you already. I know your pussy is wet and ready.”

“I’ll always be wet for you, Jake.”

“Hey, come back here,” he groaned when I climbed off him.

“My turn,” Evan said, rolling on top of me the second I lay down.

He settled between my legs, his cock lined up perfectly for stimulation of my clit.

I arched my back, rubbing against his throbbing erection while he teased my mouth open with his tongue, plunging deep inside.

I cried out when I felt hands on both my breasts, rubbing my nipples into aching peaks. Garrett and Jake were on either side, me in the middle with Evan on top.

My eyelids fluttered closed as I basked in the pleasure. This was the life. How could any woman go back to one man after having ~three~ touching her at the same time?

When I felt a hand slip under the waistband of my pants, I smiled to myself, not caring who the rule breaker was. Rough fingers probed between my pussy lips, pushing inside my needy vag.

My hips bucked, my orgasm quick and forceful, drenching my panties while I quivered uncontrollably.

***

My back ached, cold seeping through my bones. I couldn’t move. My body was tangled in a web of hairy legs and arms.

Why the hell would anyone ~choose~ to sleep on the ground? Camping in a tent was just plain stupid.

I had to pee.

And it was still dark outside.

I glanced at somebody’s watch.

Five.

Why did I drink so much water? I was never going to get back to sleep unless I went pee.

I began the arduous task of untangling myself from my men.

When did I start thinking of them as ~my~ men?

I had no intention of marrying them and having their babies. But I sure enjoyed the little make-out session the night before. The sex was going to be amazing.

I was searching for my discarded panties when an arm reached out, yanking me back into the sleeping bag.

They were soaked by the time the guys were finished with me, so I tossed them and pulled my pants back on, not bothering to look for another pair.

But I didn’t feel like roaming through the forest without underwear.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Evan growled.

“To the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you,” he said, reaching for the flashlight in the corner.

“It’s so peaceful here,” I sighed as we strolled along the trail through the woods.

“It sure is,” he agreed, reaching for my hand.

I was holding hands with Evan. This was so fucked up.

The sun was just starting to peek over the treetops when we reached the washroom.

“You’re beautiful, Vada,” he said, smiling shyly at me.

“Um, thanks,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

He pulled me into his arms, our mouths joining for a hungry exchange of morning breath.

Something furry brushed past my bare ankle, my scream shattering the dawn stillness as it ricocheted down the mountainside.

“What the fuck?!” Evan yelped, jumping backward and stumbling over a tree root, landing on his ass in a pile of mud.

I pointed to my left, terrified to move while the skunk contemplated his response to the situation.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Don’t move a muscle. Maybe he’ll just walk away.”

“He’s not leaving,” I hissed.

The skunk arched its back and pawed at the ground before he turned around.

“Look out!” Evan yelled, leaping toward me at the exact moment the skunk sprayed, landing a direct hit of his sulfuric load before he scurried away.