The logical side of me was screaming for me to stop this before anything more happens, but the lustful side of me was roaring for me to turn around an... see how far this would go. An agonizing ten minutes went by, and I made my decision. Logic can go to hell, I want her too badly. Quietly I turned around to face Zoe and looked her in the eyes. Her eyes widened, as I leaned in and kissed her boldly at first, drinking in those luscious lips. Her eyes closed as we silently kissed, trying not to. As the five of us sorted out the gear Mick arrived carrying five boxes with the pizzas in them. "Where's Sharon." Mick asked. "Does she want some pizza? "Upstairs mate." I said. "Go and ask her." He grabbed a box and threw a few pieces in and took off up the stairs. We all started talking crap and about 10 minutes later Mick came back down. He had a smile like a Cheshire cat and winked at me as he sat down. We started playing and it was like we had known each other for years. Mick. I feel a sense of relief that he can’t guess the true state of my knickers. After a lot of reshuffling I get my skirt in just the right spot to cover it up. I am becoming very moist. After disengaging our bodies from the public display, we get into the car. The first thing to be heard inside the quietness is the sound of Wuthering Heights at full volume, he notices I am having one of those music days. One day opera voices. The next metal sounds. I am a woman of. He pushes up against me even more, and I smile, because I know this is gonna be one hell of a weekend. We pick up our friends (guess who - Michelle and Joe, plus other friends by the name of Leila, Gabrielle, Nick and Chris). All of these people got along really well, so it was perfect. We head to the campsite, which is two hours away, and borders a huge lake and beach area, perfect for bonfires and drinking. This was my kind of fun! We finally arrive at the campsite, and unload the car..