The Long Weekend
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				Title: <strong>The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 12:48:30</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3d/Steph.jpg)<br><br>The car bumped along the dirt track, much like it had for the past half hour since we left the highway. Mike was driving, with me in the front with him. Clarence was in the back with Sam, and everybody was having a great time. The three of us had been friends for a long time, and sometimes, but with increasing regularity, more than that. Well, Mike and Sam. Clarence had always been kinda in the background, but had finally decided to come along on one of our famous 'camping' trips. I hoped he would be up to it. I was wearing a plain pale yellow tank top, with some small mini shorts. Half a size too small as a matter of fact. And nothing else. Going commando was fun, especially with tight enough pants and a bumpy road, if you get the drift. They had been slowly getting me, ah, warmed up for the past half hour.<br><br><strong>"Miiike? How long till we get there?</strong> I asked. Mike had suggested the spot, and I had no idea how far out it was. We always chose pretty remote places, for obvious reasons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 13:05:07</strong>
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				(http://jockdreams.com/images/Jock0127083.jpg)<br>(http://jockdreams.com/images/Jock0127082.jpg)<br><br>Metal blasting from the car speakers, I had been driving along the country road; with Steph riding shotgun. The way she was dressed, the way she smelled; she was already making me hard; the bumps on the road not helping.<br><br><strong>"Don't be such a child, blondie."</strong> I said, smiling, sliding a hand from the wheel to pat her smooth legs. <strong>"Only about five minutes more."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 13:19:23</strong>
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				(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMLYyLC8HTo/SOOVvfzltmI/AAAAAAAANqQ/kmtCB7nd8UE/s400/male+model.jpg)<br><br>"Mike. Keep your hand on the steering wheel." I managed to say, keeping my only open eye on him - mainly because he was the driver, or I'd have kept my open eye somewhere else. The reason I kept one eyelid open was mainly due to the fact I was exceptionally tired. You would be tired if you stayed up all night helping the poor, weak little orphans to revise. It was all part of the good guy act. Still, it got tiring sometimes, yet it left a good impression. Perhaps in part because that cute little social worker there had been pleased with my performance and opted to offer some of her 'care' for me, was why I was so tired. Really couldn't remember anything but hazy darkness and giggling last night.<br><br>Leaning back against the car, I sighed; another thing that was keeping me up was the metal blaring out of the bloody speakers. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them once more. God, they felt like lead. If I didn't know there was something to look forward to in this trip I would have 'politely declined'...<br><br>I let my eyes drift over to the main subject of this trip - Dear Steph - and flashed her a dazzling smile. This was something to look forward to. Oh yes, very much so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 13:54:38</strong>
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				<strong>"Fuck off, Sam."</strong> I said, still rubbing Steph's leg. <strong>"You know damn well I can drive with one hand... unlike you. Besides, I don't see Steph complaining."</strong> I knew why Sam was so tired; he'd been up all night, partying, or pretending to be a nice guy so he could get laid.<br><br>Me, I was used to early nights and earlier mornings; training, excercising. All necessary to be a star quarterback, with several colleges lining up to offer me scholarships. Heck, that was also why I had the best damn body in school!<br><br><strong>"Clarence doesn't mind either, don't you, genius?"</strong> I chuckled, asking one of the unlikliest friends a jock like me could have. But Clarence had been my buddy since preschool; and just because I was good at playing football, and he at playing D&amp;D, it didn't mean we'd stop being friends.<br><br>Fact, I had been inviting him to the team parties since we got in to high school, and that's how he first got laid: with a very drunk cheerleader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 14:10:19</strong>
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				Giving Mike one of my famous 'cold warm smiles', which was simply a very warm, very genuine smile, laced with dark dislike, I turned away from him again and drummed my fingers along the window glass in an attempt to use the drumming to distract myself from the Metal. Nope, no use - really wasn't my kind of music. "If we crash." I simply stated apathetically, "And you're not dead yet. I will beat you to death with a cabbage roll." <br><br>With that, I wondered if I brought enough to eat this time. No, probably not; not with Mike tagging along I didn't. It was like the guy just hit puberty, time and again scoffing boatloads of food. I momentarily distracted myself with attempting to find some kind of hiding spot for the food while stealing quick dozes before being rudely awakened by a rough jolt on the road, or one of those long-winded screams from the Metal Music.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 14:29:23</strong>
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				<strong>"Hehe, not at all Mike"</strong> I giggled, enjoying Mike's hand on my leg. I wriggled a touch in my seat, letting the pants do their work. I looked back at the half asleep Sam, he was often like this, but any questions why always were met with some bullshit story, sure parts of it were true but the reasons for it all? It didnt take much to guess those. <br><br>Although I couldn't really talk, I slept with so many guys it wasn't funny, not that I was ashamed or anything, I loved it. Again why I was here. Clarence and Mike were an odd pair of buddies, but got on well anyway. I had been wondering how he would hold up over the weekend, but if he didnt, I still had Mike and Sam. <br><br>I giggled again, a cabbage roll? Did we even have any of those? A jolt in the road sent more tingling up me, and I smiled, this was going to be one hell of a camping trip
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 14:39:06</strong>
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				<strong>"Cabbage roll? Dude, I'm the one who tries to eat healty, but you don't bring that kind of hippy crap to a camping trip!!!"</strong><br><br>I stole a look at Steph's body and said <strong>"At least we have prime rib..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 14:44:47</strong>
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				"Be nice now..." I scolded with a light, drawling sort of tone, that usually sent teachers into a frenzied, rattled, exasperated form of coughing and covering up with much ranting on a subject that they did not teach. I leaned forward and clapped a hand on Mike's back in a friendly sort of manner - one that would be friendly enough to deceive him anyway - and winked lazily at Steph. "Are you hungry? If you would just hold your appetite until we get there, I'll cook something up..." I met another jolt from the road. One-handed driving? Looked like I was going to be squashed or smashed to bits before I could give my judgment on this guy's driving. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 15:13:11</strong>
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				<strong>"Mike your such a naughty boy"</strong> I said in my best school teacher voice, but I could keep the grin off my face. His hand was still stroking my thigh, and I could see a bulge in his pants. I might have tried something but Sam was right, Mike's driving was erratic enough as it was. <br><br>I had made sure to pack lots of food, firstly to cater for Mikes appetite and secondly, you seemed to eat a hell of a lot with what we were doing. Sam gave me a wink and I giggled again. It looked kinda silly, his eyes half closed anyway from tiredness. <br><br>Another jolt sent more tingling inside me, and I let in a sharp intake of breath. This was getting a little too much. <strong>"Mike really? How long till we get there?"</strong> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>21-04-2009, 16:26:14</strong>
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				<strong>"Keep your eyes of my crotch and on the road, and you'll notice we're like, two blocks away."</strong> I said, pointing with my head towards a lake with a small forest on the shore. Not a single human soul could be seen; and God bless my truck for being 4WD.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 08:34:54</strong>
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				I yawned once more, and stole another quick shut-eye. The brief intervals of sleep-awake sleep-awake had resulted in me having been refreshed enough to probably not simply flop over and go to sleep at the camp site. I blinked a little at the Lake, that would be good for fishing ... Amongst other things. I contemplated the idea of drowning Mike for a second, then decided that would ruin my image quite quickly. "Looks ideal. All off the big bus with the metal blaring..." I announced in a soft, charming sort of voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 09:57:06</strong>
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				I gave a sigh of relief, I couldn't had stood that for much longer. As the truck came to a halt I jumped out, eager to see where exactly we were. The lake looked wonderful. And utterly deserted. Perfect. I began to look around for a good place to pitch a tent. <br><br><strong>"So, lets unload the car, then we can decide what do do next"</strong> I said to no one particular
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 09:59:09</strong>
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				After stopping the car, I gave Steph a nod and a little squeeze on her bare leg. I climbed out of my seat and smiled, looking around. This was a great place.<br><br><strong>"So, Stephie, good place or what?" I said while, I started to unload stuff from the truck.</strong><br><br>(http://heavydutytrucksusa.com/graphics/main_layout/FordF150PickupTruck.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 10:28:00</strong>
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				<strong>"Great place"</strong> I said simply, as I jumped up on the back of the truck, planting my bum firmly on its sturdy tray. I watched as the guys unloaded, there was no way that they expected me to do any unloading.&nbsp; I felt the sun on my back and I smiled, It was a great day, with no clouds in sight. Although I was still as horny as hell from my mini-shorts, and I watched Mike's and Sam's well built bodies unload the truck with interest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 10:35:25</strong>
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				"Get the food off first..." My voice drifted along the air airily as I scolded Mike lightly again, moving back and forth from the car's trunk, unloading the various things the others and myself had brought along for the trip. I unloaded my fancy fishing rod first - it was more or less an essential - then dragged my large chest, which I effectively prevented everyone else from probing by calling it 'fishing bait box'. I was used to moving big, heavy things around - charity work. Dragging along a particularly heavy box, I smiled wearily at Steph as I stacked everything I had pulled out in a neat little pile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 10:44:29</strong>
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				I grinned and said <strong>"It's kind of hot here."</strong> looking at Steph with a grin; and removing my t-shirt to show off my very muscular torso and arms. Setting the shirt on the side of the truck box, I easily picked up the large icebox where we'd brought our beer, and set it over my shoulder, using my other arm to scoop up my backpack.<br><br><strong>"Glad you like the place, Steph. Did I tell you how hot you look today?"</strong> Yes, she was a complete slut, but that didn't mean she wasn't a friend, and that I couldn't compliment her... especially when it was true: she was smoking hot. In fact, she's the sole reason I tolerate that scuzbag Sam: she likes him. Lucky for him, I'm not jealous, or I'd rearrange his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 11:00:59</strong>
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				Oh he could busy himself with her. I shrugged as he started his jock routine, which consisted of a lot of abs and muscular display - I lost out in that department, sure I had fitness and muscles and all that jazz, but this guy was something else. I admittedly lost out. However, I pondered as I dragged the first tent out and started pitching it, I more or less won in the looks and personality - well, fake personality - department. I finally managed to set up the first tent, straightened my back, and stretched for a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 13:04:01</strong>
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				I grinned widely as the shirt came off. Mike had a body of the kind that you see on adds for gym equipment, only not so ridiculous it was inhuman. I saw Sam start to pitch the tent in the background, he wasn't as tank as Mike that was sure, he was still hot, and nice too. Even if that was only an act.<br><br><strong>"Thankyou Mike, so do you"</strong> I comment back, before stretching back on the tray of his truck. It felt so nice in the sun. I glanced over and saw that Sam had got the tent up in record time, and I beamed him a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 13:24:09</strong>
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				Noticing Steph smiling, I simply smiled back warmly, then proceeded to get the next tent up. It was more or less tiring, and troublesome, but I had gotten so used to the routine from all the various camps I had to endure that I tended to simply do it out of instinct, muttering the instructions to myself as I pitched the tents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 14:09:11</strong>
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				I smiled in her direction as I took more stuff down from the truck. She likes my body; and it helps that I'm not a complete moron, like some jocks. "<strong>Thanks, baby."</strong><br><br>"Good job, Sam, we've got a place to crash... tough it should be hot enough tonight to sleep under the stars."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 14:46:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Ahhh, I love this weather. Your right Mike, I might go for under the stars too."</strong> I said, kicking my feet as the hung off the edge of the tray. It really was hot, and, with a glance to see we were really alone, I wriggled my way out of my tank top, and threw it to the back of the tray. <br><br><strong>"I think youve got the right idea Mike"</strong> I said, as he unloaded the last of the things from his truck. The warm sun felt wonderful on my bare breasts, because obviously I hadn't worn a bra. I didn't have any tan lines, mostly from times not unlike these. I soaked in both the sun and the attention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 14:54:42</strong>
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				So, I'd gotten her to bare her breasts in record time. Smiling, I moved to her and gave her a kiss on the neck, softly, licking her kin just barely, brushing a hand "accidentally" on her nipple.<br><br><strong>"You're welcome to sleep under the stars with me, girl."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 14:57:54</strong>
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				I simply cast an appreciative glance in Steph's direction, letting my gaze linger upon her for a moment, and turned back to the job of pitching what I called the 'supply tent' - I stacked all the random bits and pieces and supplies and food and so on so forth in there. "Sleep outside if you want to, Mike, but I think Steph might come scurrying in before long." I chuckled with an easygoing attitude, picking up one of my lighter bags filled with everyday supplies and tossed it into a tent, allocating it as mine. Two of the tents were slightly larger than the rest - one of the, clearly more luxurious, for Steph - the other one mainly to accomodate Mike's considerable bulk of muscle movement. "Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?" I called out cheerily to Steph.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 12:46:00</strong>
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				I felt Mike's hand on my nipple, and his kiss on my neck. It felt wonderful, like always. I leaned forwards and kissed him, letting it linger for a few seconds before lying back down and letting him fuss over me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam watching me as he set up the tents. <br><br><strong>"Yep it is defiantly hot out here"</strong> I said with a wink to Mike, as I leaned forwards kissing him again.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 13:40:41</strong>
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				That was enough... when she kissed me again, I was already hard, and I leaned on top of her, pressing my muscular chest against her bare breasts. It felt so good... I kissed her back passionately, letting her feel the bulge in my pants against her leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyrus</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 13:42:11</strong>
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				"Don't let me interupt!" I chuckled, then turned back to the tents, hiding my frown. So he got to her first - again. I sighed as I set up the last tent, latched it firmly to the ground, and walked towards the car pointedly, where the other guy hadn't got out yet. I walked into the driver's seat, swung the door shut, leaned back, and drummed my fingers idly along the windowscreen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Temptress</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 09:32:19</strong>
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				I loved the feel of his chest on me, and I kissed him, hard. I was so horny from the mini shorts, and Mike knew exactly how to take me. Hard. I felt his stiffness on my leg and I whispered into his ear <strong>"Take me Mike"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Long Weekend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doktor Sleepless</strong> on <strong>25-04-2009, 09:53:31</strong>
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				<strong>"You don't have to say that twice, babe."</strong> I said, and took off my shoes and pants, pulling down her shorts... no panties, and that thing landing strip of whispy blonde hair.... it drove me wild. As I dropped the shorts around her ankles, I got a whiff of her scent... beyond wild.<br><br>I licked her pussy, gently at first, picking up the pace as my hands rubbed her body.
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