Chapter 13: Chapter 13

EVAN

The overwhelming stench infiltrated my nostrils, my olfactory sensors going into overdrive while my eyes watered like crazy.

Vada’s screams faded away, replaced with heaving when she leaned over and puked. I joined her, covering the ground in a layer of yellowy-orange goodness.

The smell of vomit and skunk spray contaminated the fresh mountain air, a rancid cloud of fumes hovering over the clearing.

“We need to take our clothes off,” I gasped, wrestling my shirt over my head while I held my breath.

“I’m not running through the woods naked, Evan,” she snapped.

“The clothes have to go, Vada,” I barked. “The skunk spray is toxic. We need to get rid of it.”

“It’s in our hair. We need a shower.”

“We need a lot more than that. And a dip in the river isn’t going to fix this.”

“What if a kid sees us?”

“We’ll leave our underwear on until we get back to the campsite.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, pushing her shirt over her head. “This is so gross.”

We streaked through the forest without running into any other campers.

“Now what?” Vada asked. “We can’t go in the tent.”

“And there’s no point putting on clothes. We’ll just ruin them if we do that.”

“We can buy new ones, Evan!”

“That seems very wasteful to ruin perfectly good clothing.”

“Oh my God! Who cares!” She went around to the back of the van, yanking on the handle. “Unlock the door, Evan.”

“The keys are in the tent.”

“Great.”

“Where did you think they were? Tucked under my ball sack?”

She eyed my boxers hungrily, licking her lips. “I bet your sack is big,” she said. “To go along with the massive fuck stick you’re hiding in those shorts.”

“~Fuck stick~?”

“I’m not great with metaphors,” she said with a shrug. “But I do like big cocks. And I never would’ve guessed that you would be the one with the green anaconda.”

“If my dick is green, I’ve got bigger problems than smelling like a skunk’s ass.”

“The green anaconda is the largest snake in the world.”

“How do you know that?”

“I love snakes,” she revealed. “They fascinate me.”

“I didn’t know that about you, Vada.”

“It’s a fairly new thing,” she explained. “I dated a guy who had snakes. He kept a ball python in his tattoo parlor. His name was Patrick.”

“The snake or the boyfriend?”

“The snake. The boyfriend’s name was Ozone.”

“Ozone? I’m guessing that isn’t his real name.”

“No. I have no idea what his real name is.”

“I see,” I said, resisting the urge to lecture her about her choices in men. If all went as planned, her dating days were behind her. “And he named his snake after a pink starfish?”

“No, silly,” she giggled.

I grinned. The wild girl with the attitude actually ~giggled~. I knew there was a tamable stallion inside that sexy body.

Vada didn’t have a lick of makeup on her face, but she was beautiful. She didn’t need that shit. Especially the heavy black mascara she favored.

~Rein it in, cowboy. Pick your battles. You’re not trying to change her, just soften her rough edges. That’s it.~

“Didn’t the snake scare away the customers?”

“No. Patrick was very friendly.”

“A friendly python?”

“Yes. Ozone didn’t even keep him in an aquarium or anything. Patrick just slithered around the shop and did his thing.”

“Remind me to never frequent that establishment,” I muttered.

“Do you visit tattoo parlors often?” she teased.

“No. I don’t have any tattoos.”

“You should get one.”

“I don’t see much ink on your body,” I said, my eyes roaming over her flawless skin.

I was too jacked up the night she flashed me to take a good look. Other than the tiny Patrick on her hip, I hadn’t noticed any other tattoos.

“Jake didn’t tell you about my African hairy bush viper?”

“Excuse me?”

“My snake tattoo.”

“No, he did not.”

“Interesting,” she said thoughtfully. “I thought there were no secrets.”

“We also agreed to no spoilers.”

“You guys are so weird.”

“Let’s circle back a bit,” I chuckled, so enraptured with the fascinating woman in front of me that I forgot about our smelly predicament for a few moments. “Where is this ~bush~ tattoo?”

“What part of my body did Jake get up close and personal with on the hood of the Lincoln?”

“I saw your mound the other night. There was no tattoo.”

“~Mound~?” She shook her head with a snort of derision. “You’re such a boomer, Evan.”

“Where is this tattoo?”

“It’s on my inner thigh.”

I stared at her legs and her tiny pink thong that barely contained her pussy lips. My dick rose from his coma, twitching in my shorts.

~Not now, buddy. We have an important appointment with a can of tomato juice before we can think about getting between those legs.~

“I can’t see it,” I said.

“It’s small. You have to get really close to see it.”

“Where is it?”

“Right where my thigh meets my pussy.”

“I see,” I said, clearing my throat.

“You seem to have a bit of a problem in your shorts, Evan,” she laughed.

“If we weren’t covered in skunk slime, you’d be in the back of the van right now, showing me your tattoo.”

“You need to put your head right between my legs to see it.”

“I plan to put a lot more than my head between those thighs, sweetheart,” I promised. “Did Ozone give you the tattoo?”

“Yep.”

“Why is it so small?”

“I didn’t want him hanging out of my bathing suit. Everyone on the beach would be staring at my twat.”

Jake’s face appeared in the window of the tent. “What the fuck is that smell?!” he cried.

Garrett popped up next to him, holding a T-shirt over his mouth and nose. “Why are you guys in your underwear? There’s little kids at the next campsite. Put on some clothes.”

“Did you guys get sprayed by a skunk?” Jake asked.

“What was your first clue?” I grumbled.

“That’s fucking rank. You guys need to jump in the river.”

“That’s not gonna get rid of the smell,” I said.

“We need a ten-gallon drum of tomato juice,” Garrett suggested.

“Tomato juice doesn’t work. It just masks the smell.”

I whirled around to find the perverted little weasel from the next site standing at the edge of the trees. And his eyes were trained right on Vada’s pussy.

“Get behind the van, Vada,” I ordered.

“I wasn’t looking at her,” the guy said. “I swear.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered. “Go away before your wandering eyes get you in trouble.”

His eyes widened in terror when Jake and Garrett emerged from the tent. “Peroxide, vinegar, and dish soap!” he called out as he scurried away.

***

“There’s a shitload of hotels in the Smoky Mountains,” I grumbled. “And the only one with any availability is a fucking indoor waterpark resort.”

“With a thirteen-hundred-dollar-a-night price tag,” Jake added.

“Good thing you guys are loaded,” Vada laughed, sliding across the plastic tarp we were sitting on when Garrett rounded a sharp curve on the windy mountain road.

“Take it easy, Garrett,” I warned. “I don’t feel like dying half-naked and reeking of skunk testicles.”

“Ew!” Vada cried. “Is that really where they spray from?”

“No. They store it in their asshole.”

“That’s not any better.”

The Smoky Fork Lodge was massive. A sprawling brown faux-log monstrosity that stretched halfway across the mountainside.

It had colorful water slides coming out the roof of the section, which I assumed was the five-hundred-thousand-square-foot indoor waterpark.

I cringed when I took in the packed parking lot, full of all varieties of minivans and SUVs. Large family vehicles capable of bringing boatloads of kids.

“How many rooms does this place have?” I asked.

“One thousand rooms and ten luxury cabins,” Jake supplied, staring at his phone while Garrett searched for a parking spot.

“One thousand rooms. The average family has two kids, say. That’s two ~thousand ~kids. Under one roof.”

“Uh, there’s probably more than that,” Jake chuckled. “They have quite a few large suites that can accommodate up to eight people. So there’s probably families sharing, or larger groups.”

“I think it’s safe to say I will ~not ~be leaving our cabin,” I declared.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Garrett chuckled.

“I’m gonna side with Evan on this one,” Vada announced.

“What is ~happening~?!” Garrett cried, his hands flying to his face in mock horror. “Did you just say you ~agreed~ with Evan?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “The toxic skunk fumes must be messing with my head.”

“I think it might have more to do with the fact that I fingered you last night,” I whispered.

“That was you?!”

“Yes, my beautiful girl.”

“Whoa!” Garrett exclaimed as he swung the van into an empty spot at the far end of the lot. “We had an agreement. It was your rule about no touching under clothes.”

“I knew what she needed,” I said. “And I put her needs first. That’s the foundation of a polyandrous relationship.”

“But you did it in secret,” Garrett said. “That’s not fair.”

“I apologize.”

“It’s starting to rain,” Vada whined. “We’re gonna get soaked.”

“At least you’ll smell better,” Garrett teased, reaching out to tweak her nipple through her T-shirt.

“Ha ha,” she muttered.

“You guys can’t come inside the lobby,” Jake said as he unloaded our luggage from the back of the van.

“Why didn’t you pull up out front?” I asked.

“Not allowed.”

“Then why do they have a driveway in front of the door!” Vada cried.

Our accommodation was not only the most expensive at the resort; it was also the furthest one from the main lodge. By the time we reached the two-story log cabin, we were drenched.

We huddled under the porch roof while Jake fiddled with the key.

“Back away,” he begged. “You guys reek.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Vada grumbled. “You couldn’t smell us on the drive over here?”

“Yes, but you weren’t touching me.”

He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

“This is nice,” Vada commented.

“It better be, for the price,” I mumbled, taking in the rustic interior. The stone fireplace stretched up to a two-story ceiling with exposed beams. A wooden staircase led to a second-story loft.

“You two need to go straight into the shower,” Jake ordered. “You’re already stinking the place up.”

“Where is it?” I asked.

“Right here,” Garrett said, opening a door off the kitchen area.

“Isn’t there one upstairs?” I asked, glancing up at the loft.

“Probably,” Jake said. “But you’re using this one.”

“I’ll prepare the deskunking concoction,” Garrett offered.

“Are we showering together?” Vada asked.

“That’s up to you, sweetheart,” I said.

“I’ve got nothing to hide,” she said with a shrug.

“You guys need to strip down right here,” Jake instructed, holding open a garbage bag. “Clothes go in here.”

I stripped down to my boxers, depositing my stinky clothes in the bag. Vada followed suit, tossing her shirt and shorts before she reached behind her back and released the clasp on her bra.

My dick rose to attention when her gorgeous breasts spilled out.

She glanced at my crotch while she pushed her thong over her hips, a fierce groan rolling off my chest when she bent over to retrieve it before dropping it in the bag.

“Your turn,” she whispered huskily.

I pushed down my boxers, my swollen cock springing free with a spurt of pre-cum.

“I was right,” she gasped, swallowing noisily before her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. “You do have a green anaconda. A full-grown trouser snake.”

“Did you say ~green~?” Garrett chuckled.

“Yep,” she said without tearing her eyes away from my goods.

“I don’t get it.”

“The green anaconda is the largest snake in the world,” I bragged.

“I think I’d rather have a flesh-colored one,” Jake laughed. “If my junk was green, I’d be a bit concerned.”

“What’s the second-largest snake?” Garrett asked.

“A Burmese python,” Vada replied.

“Are you some kind of snake expert?”

“I like snakes.”

“I knew that,” Jake said. “I’ve seen her African hairy bush viper.”

Garrett blinked rapidly, his mouth opening and closing several times while he tried to formulate a response. “Uh, ~what~?” he finally squeaked out.

“Spoiler alert,” she warned. “I’m going to shower now. You’re all welcome to join me and my pet snake.”

“Any other time, I’d be down for that,” Jake said. “But you kind of smell, honey. Come find me when you’re completely destinkified, and I’ll show you my python.”

“We’ll see,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom, giving us a nice view of her ass. And oh, what an ass it was. Round and firm, with a sexy swagger.

“I’ll be right in as soon as I mix your stuff,” Garrett said.

Vada was already in the shower with the water running. I opened the glass door and stepped inside, joining her under the rainfall shower head.

She turned slowly, gazing up at me with the raw hunger of a woman looking for cock.

I caressed her flat stomach, studying her starfish piercing before I trailed my fingers over her ribs. She rubbed her thumb over my slit, collecting some pre-cum before the water washed it away.

“You’re a tease,” I growled when she brought her thumb up to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it.

“I could say the same thing about you, Evan,” she whispered.

“Do you guys want this stuff?” Garrett called.

I opened the door, reaching out to take the margarine bucket from him. “Thanks, man.”

“I can’t believe I’m washing my hair with this,” Vada said, wrinkling her nose at the strange cocktail Garrett had mixed up for us.

“We’ll have to wash with soap after, so we don’t smell like a couple of french fries.”

By the time we completed our deskunkification, my cock was throbbing with need.

Vada dropped to her knees, glancing up at me before she took my engorged head in her mouth, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

“That feels good,” I moaned, bracing my hand against the shower wall.

The steam and lack of blood flow to my brain were fucking with my ability to think straight. Not to mention the hot and ~very~ skilled mouth sucking my dick.

I reached under her armpits, pulling her off my cock before I picked her up and braced her against the wall. Our mouths slammed together, teeth clashing as our tongues vied for control.

“Fuck me, Evan,” she demanded. “Now.”

She locked her legs around my hips, her nails digging into my shoulders when I drove inside her. Her cries of pleasure filled the glass enclosure while I hammered her pussy.

I had her pinned against the wall to keep her from falling. She couldn’t really move or do anything other than take the fucking I was giving her.

I sank my teeth into her neck, reaching between us to pinch her clit. She released a long, high-pitched squeal, her pussy enveloping my cock in an iron grip of ecstasy when she came.

One more hard thrust and I was exploding deep inside her velvety heaven.

I buried my face in her breasts, my chest heaving as my brain resumed function. Guilt and regret seeped in with the reality of what I’d done.

I eased my cock out of her body before standing her on her feet.

“Wow,” she gasped. “That was incredible.”

“I’m sorry, Vada. I lost control.”

“That’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“What do you mean, Evan?”

“I didn’t want my first time with you to be a rough quickie in the shower.”

“Oh well,” she laughed. “I enjoyed it.”

“I don’t usually lose control like that.”

“You made sure I came,” she said. “That’s more than a lot of guys would do.”

“It was really important to me that I made love to you the first time we were together. You deserved better.”

“Who cares?” she sighed, shaking her head as she reached for the washcloth, running it between her legs. “Sex is sex, regardless of what name you give it.”

“We’re supposed to be building a relationship,” I said. “There’s a lot more to a marriage than sex. We need intimacy, trust, and mutual respect if this is going to work.

“What happened just now meant nothing. It was just two people getting off.”

“I’m not upset, Evan,” she said. “That’s the type of sex I’m used to. It’s what I like.”

“Did it make you feel loved and cherished?”

“No,” she snorted, rolling her eyes. “It made me cum. And now I have the pleasurable ache in my pussy from a hard fucking.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, Evan. It’s all good. A vagina was designed to take a pounding. Mine is no different. She’s been around the block a few times. You’re acting like I was a virgin.”

“I’m just upset with myself right now,” I admitted.

“There’s no reason to be.”

“You’re my best friend’s daughter. He trusted me to take care of you and treat you right. And I pinned you against the wall and fucked you like a cheap whore.

“There was no foreplay. I didn’t even check to make sure you were wet. I’m a well-endowed man. I could’ve hurt you.”

“Would you relax?” she snapped, yanking open the shower door.

She muttered to herself about old men while she dried off. She slammed the bathroom door behind her when she left.