Dante had stopped by here earlier and set it up.As I turned off the bus, Natalie barreled out the back. She took off a short distance before turning a...d facing the rest of us with fight in her eyes. Sam cautiously jotted over to her.“You can run if you like. We’re miles away from the nearest paved road or campsite. Besides, I love to chase.” Dante said calmly as he started the fire. It roared to life bathing the area in bright orange light. Natalie backed up and looked out into the dark forest.. “The dreaded ‘I just want to be friends’ response. Well, I suppose that’s good for me. Things can just progress naturally.”“So you want me to ask you out again?” I grinned.“Duh!” she laughed. “I don’t usually French kiss guys I don’t like!”“Usually?” I asked.“‘Spin the Bottle’ when I was thirteen. My first French kiss. And it had to be the biggest, dumbest jock in school. First AND last time I ever played that game. I prefer to decide for myself who I kiss and do other stuff with. The last. My eyelids flutter as my mouth parts and my head tilts back as if I can’t take it any longer. As if I’m on edge. Your lips embrace mine over and over and over. You grind deep inside of me once more before demanding again that I beg for pleasure. I’m again trying to find my voice. It’s hard to work up to saying anything so my responses are half assed and breathless. My words only coming out as sighs. ‘Ple…ohmygo….Bae….plea….’ I desperately look up at you. ‘Please baby!’ You slowly pull out. Your. "What are our names?" One of the four crew members asked. Mark, Brian, Brad, and Jeff were their names but Sable didn't know. Jeff went over and shut the door, locking it. "Why'd you lock the door?" Sable asked. "Would you shut the fuck up? You fucking cock tease," Brad shouted. "Excuse me?" Sable said in shock. She began to get a little nervous as the four men surrounded her. "Look at you! You're a fucking slutty bitch. With your fake tan and your fake tits. You're such a fucking whore,.