I lifted my face up to Nancy’s lips and she pushed her puddle of saliva into my mouth licking my tongue with hers like we were giving each other tra...sfusions of spit to grease our lips.My ejaculation was on me before Nancy started down the orgasm path but she caught up to me and we both gave it to the happy girl from both ends until she floated on our precious bodily liquids. I pulled out from her flanks and held her down as I spanked her naughty bottom with my nasty sounding palms right on her. Breathing a sigh of relief that it was finally over, I retreated to my house to lick my wounds and restore some measure of sanity to my life. All day, those crazy thoughts of his eyes looking at me, and knowing, just knowing that he was picturing me in those vile and disgusting poses. Wait a minute, vile and disgusting? What was I thinking, I was acting like a scared little virgin. God knows I wasn’t that. Not that I was promiscuous, far from it. Selective, yes, selective, that was the right. He moans excitedly and thrusts his hips up and down. I think I only sucked his cock for a minute when he suddenly shoots his load down my throat. Burst after burst of hot cum trickling down my throat as he bucks wildly. I swallow every drop and he apologizes for being quick and then tells me to get out,that he has to go. I smile at him and say o.k. and thanks and get out of his car as he speeds away. I walk back into the bar and over to my date and he says "man that was quick". I look at him. It seemed that everyone else in that place thought that I was a dyke because of my love for camping, and everyone thought Stevie was ‘gay’, put into nicer terms then they did back then, because he loved acting and singing. It wasn’t a big deal that I liked to sing, because that made me like Britney Spears, and Stevie could love roughing it without say because it was ‘manly.’ Well, we knew better, ourselves. Stevie and I wouldn’t have ever let ourselves onto the fact that this campfire was.