Chapter 18 #2
Both girls say yes, and it doesn’t take long before we’re all laughing about some story Mike tells about the last time we were out here and he got so damn drunk he pissed himself over in the bushes.
Like usual, he’s the center of attention, but for one of the rare times in our friendship, Rich and I got the girls.
Samantha seems to really be into Rich, and a short time after she and her friend join us, those two pair off and walk away to be alone.
Kelsey and I listen to Mike tell another story about something his parents did when they all went away on vacation to Dollywood last summer, and when he gets to the part where his father thought some guy in drag was Dolly Parton and he ran up to him and gave the guy a big hug, we all laugh until our sides hurt.
Truly enjoying the memory, he leans back and falls onto the leaves covering the ground. Kelsey and I look over to see that he’s okay, and I give his leg a push.
“Mike? You good?” I ask, secretly hoping he stays down there so I can get some alone time with this girl.
“Mmm…good. I’m just going to rest here for a minute,” he says in a drunken voice before passing out.
Kelsey giggles and then smiles at me. “I think your friend is toast.”
“Yeah, but that’s a good thing, don’t you think?”
Not exactly my smoothest line, but it will have to do. She seems pretty willing anyway, so unless I grow another head or start rambling about having a doll collection I spend hours dressing up, I think I should be good to go.
I take her hand and guide her away from drunken Mike and in the opposite direction from where Rich and Samantha are so we can have some privacy. Kelsey holds onto me tightly as we climb over rotting logs and rocks left behind when other people moved them to have their own firepit.
“Do you know your way around here?” she asks right before she trips over a huge rock.
I catch her and answer her question. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
We walk for about five minutes before I remember I didn’t grab more beers for us. Damn! Oh, well. If I’m lucky, I won’t be drinking much in the next hour or so anyway.
I finally find a place that isn’t too hilly or too littered with rotting logs and stones too big to move. We sit down on the ground to get comfortable, and Kelsey says something about wishing we had a blanket. It’s not a bad idea, but I wasn’t planning on getting laid tonight.
That right there is the difference between Mike and me. He’s always planning on getting some whenever he leaves his house. For me, it’s like the damn stars have to line up perfectly, and even then it’s not a sure thing.
But tonight it’s going to happen. If anything or anyone dares to get in my way, I swear I’m going to gut them.
I get busy sliding my hands under Kelsey’s jacket and find a sweater, another shirt underneath, and finally a bra.
Was she planning on playing a game of strip poker tonight?
No matter. I find what I’m looking for and tilt my hips to press my already hard dick against the front of her jeans to let her know I’m ready to go.
Just as I’m burrowing under the waistband of her jeans, I hear a crunching noise like someone walking over dry leaves. Annoyed, I look up expecting to see Mike or even Rich if he struck out already with his girl, but instead I see some old guy watching us like some goddamned pervert.
“Who’s there?” he asks in a way that tells me he thinks he owns these fucking woods.
Kelsey hurries to cover herself as I silently admit I want to kill this guy for interrupting us. What the hell is he doing out here in the dark? Who takes a walk in the woods at ten o’clock at night?
“Go away!” I bark, hoping to get back to what Kelsey and I were doing up until a few seconds ago.
“You’re trespassing. I’m going to call the cops.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he turns and walks away. Call the cops? On two adults having a little fun in the woods? Fucking asshole.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” I ask as I roll off Kelsey and sit up to see where he went to.
“It’s okay. He’s just some old guy. Probably has nothing better to do with his time than come out here to look for people having a good time.
I doubt he’s going to call anyone, and even if he does, I doubt the cops will come.
I know in my town you have to be bleeding or be waving a gun around like a maniac to get the cops to do anything. ”
I nod, knowing she’s right. He can call the goddamned cops all he wants. It’s a Friday night during football season. The cops in this town have a lot more important things to deal with than coming out to break up two people having sex in the woods.
But it still pisses me off.
I move to stand up and follow him, but Kelsey grabs my hand. “Don’t bother. It’s not worth getting all upset about. He’s gone now.”
As much as I know she’s right, that shit he pulled still bugs me. He better not call the cops. I swear if he does I’m going to find out where he lives and show him how big a mistake that was.
Kelsey tugs on my arm to pull me down on top of her and kisses me. “Forget him. I’m right here.”
She’s right. She’s here, and I have a good chance of getting some. I can leave that asshole until later.