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with me here, lying under the stars. Just the three of us as I am finally allowed to unleash my own pent-up passion. I would undress them, licking every inch of skin that is revealed. Both are tall and handsome, strong.
    I unzip my pants and slide my hand inside, under my panties. I slide my middle finger up and down my damp slit, pressing in to find that little nub of nerves so I can milk it for pleasure. I picture both men sandwiching me, cupping me, taking nips and bites. Licking me. Soon, I have the most delicious hunger deep inside, an almost quickening spurt of pleasure as I start to rock my hips. In my mind, I’m rocking into two cocks. I’m chasing that ebb of ecstasy, so I grind myself a little harder on my fingers. I press my knees inward, the pressure acting to both alleviate the almost unbearable ache and to bring it sharper into focus.
    With my other hand I reach up under my sports bra to clutch the crinkled skin around my nipple. I trace the little bumps before taking the peak between my thumb and finger to roll it gently. This is a little hard to do since the bra doesn’t have a lot of wiggle room, but I manage to find the right angle.
    As I pinch my nipple, the shock sends a jolt straight down into my cunt. My finger brushes over my clit, causing my heart to hammer as a light sweat dusts over my upper lip. My touches are light, beguiling, as I finding a matching rhythm with my two hands.
    I don’t have the control to make this last long. I’ve never had a reason to prolong the pleasure of teasing myself. I know that with the right person sex can last for a very long time, but I’ve never had a partner, and I’ve never felt the need to torment myself. So I allow my middle finger to slide inside while my index finger starts to rub my clit harder. I bend my index finger inside, finding that one sweet spot that sends my senses into another world. I moan, and my hips start pumping like mad. Up and down I hump my hand, my knees tightening even more. I twist my nipple painfully as I grind my finger onto my clit. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. Everything working together sends me over the edge, the orgasm sweeping through me in a white-hot flood. I can feel my pussy contracting around my fingers, sucking them in and wanting more. Wetness oozes down my fingers.
    As I pull my hands out from my clothing, lethargy replaces the tension that had been in my muscles earlier, and in a matter of seconds, I know no more.

Chapter Three
     
    I open my eyes a little before daybreak, feeling like I could sleep the whole day.
    Man, I’m tired. It’s been a while since I’ve had a decent sleep, and my body feels the effect of my insomnia. Ever since I had that nightmare, I’ve been restless and edgy. For a moment I let myself imagine how nice it would be if I were on a beach somewhere, lounging in the sun with a cute little fruity drink in my hand. No worries, no cares. I could sleep all day and night if I wanted to. What would it be like to be free of responsibility?
    That is a question I’ll probably never know the answer to. Even as a kid I had to take care of my mother, who moved from guy to guy like she changed T-shirts. I had many “uncles” and one pervy “daddy,” but I stayed for her, because I was the only one who really knew the demons that drove my mother into insanity. In the end, it was the virus that took her, but it was almost a blessing when she passed.
    I stretch out my muscles before rising, dragging my sleeping bag out of the tent to fold it up. The dawn air is chilly, and I shiver a bit before reaching into one of my duffel bags and grabbing a zipped hoodie. I put it on, flip up the hood, and bundle down into the warmth for a moment. I resume packing, folding up my tent and storing it on the flatbed. I grab a freeze-dried meal, breakfast fare of eggs, pancakes, and bacon; use my gas-fueled hot plate to heat up some water for the instant coffee; and then sit at one of the rusted picnic