Carrie Minberg, Female, 21

	- Narrator, Bitterwood graduate

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'6, 140lbs, curly back-length dark-red hair

Donnie, Male, 23

	- Senior at Harvard / Cal-Berkeley, brother of Lacy

	- Beige skin, 5'10, 180lbs, short blonde hair

Lacy, Female, 22

	- Junior at UC-Santa Cruz, sister of Donnie

	- Rich-tanned beige skin, 5'7, 145lbs, back-length bleached-blonde hair

Geneva, Female, 21

	- Junior at Cal-Berkeley, Former student at Bitterwood, British

	- Pale skin, 5'2, 110lbs, shoulder-length yellow-blonde hair

Lacy woke me with a groan and a quick dash to the bathroom. I sprawled over the bed, slowly rousing, had just donned my robe when she returned. She looked to be in a bit of pain, groaned, “cramps,” and stuck a pad in the crotch of some old panties before throwing on a robe and heading down the stairs. I followed and made us coffee while Lacy made crepes.

The campers were silent out in the yard, the early light of dawn just starting to brighten the sky. Little filtered through the trees and the dim light of dying fires played shadows across the tents.

After we ate, I hugged Lacy and massaged her lower back, something that always made my cramps feel a bit better. I teased her ass crack, said quietly, “a good orgasm can help that, you know.”

She shrugged, “meh... feeling blah right now. Not feeling sexy.”

“Just a quick one. I promise you'll feel better.”

I slid my hand down her stomach and into her panties. Lacy sat back and spread her legs as I found her clit. I worked slowly at first, teasing her womanhood before drawing my fingers through her slit. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I pushed aside her robe and sucked on a breast, her clit straining and throbbing as I twirled.

Her body began to rise and fall with my touch. I dipped a finger into Lacy's vagina, drew out her slickness, and spread the cream around her clit. Her pussy burned in my hand, and the blonde was soon cumming hard on my fingers. I sucked on her tight, pink nipple as she orgasmed, her body shaking and then relaxing, Lacy's breath coming quickly.

I touched her gently for a few moments, massaged her Mons. She finally let out a long sigh. “You're right... much better. Think you can do that for me every fifteen minutes or so?”

I laughed, agreed I was willing, and shared a quick kiss with her before heading to the bathroom.

When I returned, a few of the campers had risen and were rebuilding the closest bonfire. The smell of bacon and burning wood greeted us as we took our coffee out to the porch overlooking the backyard.

Lacy jumped up suddenly, said, “oops! I forgot, be right back!”

She dashed inside, returning a moment later with a tightly-rolled joint. Lacy fired it up, puffed a few times, and passed it to me. We spent the next bit relaxing, sharing the weed, and cuddling together on the porch swing in the cool morning air.

- - -

The party was raging by the time Geneva arrived in the early afternoon. She was as beautiful as I remembered, a petite bombshell. The short, pale-skinned British blonde wore a summer skirt that ended just above her knees. Her small frame was accented by small mounds pushing out from her chest. Donnie greeted her with a kiss and drew her back to his tent. They disappeared inside before I could say a word.

An hour or so later, they rejoined us, her hair disheveled, and Donnie's grin stuck on his face. Clearly, they'd had a private reunion that I would have loved to watch. Geneva saw me and the look on her face was not the one I expected. She looked sympathetic, confused. I didn't know how to read that look. Surely, Donnie had mentioned me, she had to know I lived with Lacy, so the woman couldn't have expected me to be gone. Yet, there was a wall thrown between us very quickly.

Donnie was oblivious as they walked up to where I was sitting by myself on a log rolled up near the bonfire. “So I think you two know each other, yes?”

I tried to ignore Geneva's confusing reaction and be upbeat. “Of course. It is so great to see you again, Geneva. Been too long!”

She hesitated just a moment before a mask of politeness and friendship was displayed on her face. “Carrie. So great to see you here. Finally.” She looked around, said, “nice place you have here.”

“Lacy's been great to me, I love this place.”

An awkward moment passed before Donnie cleared his throat, said, “drinks and weed. That's what we need. I'll be right back.” The awkward silence grew worse when he headed back to his tent and left Geneva avoiding eye contact and looking like she wanted to be elsewhere.

I tried to make small talk. “So... how's Berkeley? Keep up with anyone from Bitterwood?”

Geneva shuffled nervously, said, “good. Berkeley's good. Love this area.” Her answers were short and at the time I missed that she didn't answer the second question.

“Good. That's... good. Yeah, I love it here. Thinking of getting back in school. I'm sure Donnie told you about me and Harvard.”

“Some... He told me some. Sorry to hear that it didn't work out.”

I tried to recall how much of my life in Boston I'd told Donnie, seemed to recall that I'd left out the details about Elise. “It was tough. Donnie's been great to me, really helped me get a fresh start.”

She nodded slowly, looked away. “Yeah... he's a great guy.”

I was worried about jealousy. I lowered my voice. “Geneva... something's wrong, I know it. Am I... getting in the way of you and Donnie? We'll stop if so... it's just a friendship... really...”

She was quick to cut me off. “No... not that. No, that... ok. Just... I've had a long trip, Carrie. Just got back from Kyoto. Long flight, you know. Tired.”

Geneva was dodging but I let it drop. She clearly hadn't told me everything.

Donnie returned, still smiling, with a mason jar filled with clear liquid and an already smoking joint. He passed me the joint and held the jar for Geneva to take.

She looked at me for a second and I saw sadness there. I wondered what I was missing, wished she'd have told me. It passed and Geneva took a swig from the jar before sputtering. “Gah! Wow, that's got a kick, what is it?”

Donnie laughed. “Moonshine. Takes like horse piss, but it's strong.”

Geneva recovered, took another sip, made a sour face, then handed it back to Donnie. I offered Geneva the joint, and she took it before finding a seat on the log.

Lacy and some others joined us then and the questions surrounding my reunion with Geneva were pushed to the background, helped by copious alcohol and an endless string of joints and blunts. Lacy's cramps returned, and she brushed aside an offer to get her off, spending much of the late afternoon in a hot bath. I checked on her from time to time, and she seemed content to share a joint with me and otherwise keep to herself.

As the party raged, the sounds of people fucking became unmistakable. In one tent, then another, sighs and moans caught our attention. People laughed and made jokes, and I know I was not alone in becoming aroused. As the first couple returned to the fire, some of us cheered. They offered blushing bows and took the good-natured ribbing in stride.

Donnie eyed me a time or two, a glance to my chest, a wink or two. I wondered what he was playing at, with Geneva by his side, his hand on her knee. She and I had not spoken to each other again, and as the hour grew late, the party began to die a bit earlier than the previous night.

Geneva and Donnie were quite drunk and high, making out and petting heavily, only a few eyes still around to watch, including mine. I started to excuse myself when Donnie caught my arm and pulled me next to him. Geneva's glazed eyes finally caught mine and she giggled, looked away, then looked at me again. Donnie whispered, “Geneva told me about... the time you shared with her in Germany... I was wondering... care to join us tonight?”

I felt very uncomfortable. Geneva was clearly drunk, and whatever it was that had caused her to be wary of me earlier in the day was covered by the buzz and her hormones. “Donnie, I... Probably not... not tonight, ok?”

He nodded, seemed to accept it, started to pull Geneva with him.

Geneva's slurred British accent sounded so arousing then. “Yeashh... com-on, Carrie... com-on... it'll be fun...”

I had strong reservations, but I was very drunk myself, high, and super horny after a night of listening to other people fucking. I let Donnie take my hand and lead me into his tent.

Geneva stumbled through the flap and fell down laughing on the king-sized inflatable mattress inside. Her skirt flipped up and I could see a large wet spot in the crotch of her panties. I wondered if she was wet or had just pissed herself. Given her drunk state, I couldn't be sure.

Despite being drunk himself, Donnie was still in control. He pushed me down beside Geneva gently, kissing me as I laid back. His hands found my breasts and he soon had me topless. While he sucked on one of my tits, Geneva rose up and sucked on the other.

I let go of the concerns of moments before and let them make me feel good. Fingers found my vagina wet and ready, my pants somewhere discarded nearby. Geneva went down on me first, her face buried in my pussy. I came hard on her tongue as Donnie began to fuck her from behind.

It was a blur. I recall some of it, not all. I remember noticing that Donnie's cock was not covered, that he fucked Geneva bareback. She grunted into my cunt as she licked me. Maybe she came, maybe not, I couldn't tell. But my pussy enjoyed the attention and I let myself be brought to orgasm a second time.

Donnie slid out of Geneva's vagina, creamy discharge streaking his shaft. He eyed me as the short blonde moved to the side and in seconds his cock was swinging close to my hole. Donnie leaned into me, said, “do you want me to wear a condom?”

I should have said 'yes' for countless reasons. But the sight of his cock, pulsing with Geneva's cream coating it, made me breathe, “no” instead. Donnie held his penis steady, brought it to my labia, and pushed in.

Donnie's cock was hot, slick with Geneva's juices. I moaned, the excitement of being fucked bareback had me meeting him with each thrust. He'd just pulled himself out of Geneva's pussy and stuck himself in mine. The knowledge that her cream was inside my body sent me over the top and I came again.

I nearly passed out, dizzy, exhausted. Donnie humped me for some time as I drifted, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I saw that Geneva had fallen asleep beside us, on her back, her legs splayed wide. The smell in the tent was heavy with sweaty bodies, wet pussy, and rich pheromones.

Donnie grunted, barely managed to pause briefly, said, “can I cum in you?”

I just nodded, somewhat comprehending the question. Donnie slammed himself in and out of my hole, humming as he approached release. He humped three times, held, again, and again, finally ejaculating inside my pussy. I felt that amazing, filling warmth spread in my vagina as Donnie emptied himself inside me. He crashed down on me, kissing my lips, his penis pulsing the last of his cum into my body.

He held me like that a while, panting, then smiled a drunken smile at me before rolling off and falling back. He was asleep in seconds, his half-hard cock slowly throbbing and shrinking as his body relaxed.

I lay there unable to move. I was too drunk and too buzzed with weed and arousal to worry about the many red flags from the encounter. At some point, I managed to get dressed and make my way to the house. Instead of my bed I crawled into Lacy's, curling around the woman. She sighed, said, “hey,” and I remember nothing further that night.

- - -

Sometime in the night, the alcohol caught up with me and I rushed quickly to the bathroom before spewing my guts into the toilet. I was still fucked up, dizzy, but getting everything out made me feel a bit better. Lacy had sat beside me at some point, held my hair out of the bowl, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead. She helped me clean up and crawled back into bed with me, her arms wrapped around me.

- - -

I felt like shit the next morning. I recall everything hurting, most especially my head. I remember Lacy asking me something I couldn't comprehend, then at some point a cool rag was on my forehead. I stayed in bed long into the morning, barely rousing even to relieve my straining bladder. I was nearly sick again but managed to keep things down and swallowed a couple of Tylenol.

I sat on a plush couch in the living room downstairs, the lights off to ease my discomfort. Lacy approached me slowly from the kitchen, asked rhetorically, “not feeling too good today?”

I managed a groan and tried to sink into the cushions. Lacy gave me a weak smile, returned moments later with hot tea and an ice pack. She sat beside me as I nursed the tea, asked after a while, “what happened last night?”

I told her everything I remembered, my head too thick to even think about dodging the question. Lacy sat in silence a moment, her expression unreadable. I passed out again before she replied.

- - -

I awoke to the sounds of loud music and people laughing. Lacy was curled up next to me, her head on my shoulder. She stirred as I tried to adjust my position, a small smile on her sleepy face. “Hey,” she sighed. “How you feeling?”

I tried to take stock of my hangover. My head still hurt but it was clearly better. I felt drained, no motivation to do much of anything. “Not great, but better. Thank you.” I kissed her forehead and relaxed again.

She spoke after some time, “no more moonshine for you.”

“Never again,” I groaned.

“So was it good?”

“The moonshine?”

“No... last night. With my brother and Geneva?”

I had a hard time replying. “Um... I dunno. Yeah. No... Some of it was fun. I... don't really remember it that clearly. I was too drunk. Kinda a blur.”

“Geneva's beautiful, I'd love to fuck her, too. Not with my brother, though. That's all you.”

I thought a moment. “Something wasn't right, Lacy. Can't put my finger on it. She had a strange attitude all day, was so drunk last night I'm not sure she knew what she was doing.”

“Hmm... she seemed ok to me, but I wasn't out much last night with the cramps.”

“How are they?”

“The cramps?”

“Yeah.”

“Better.”

“I'm glad.”

Lacy patted my thigh, sat up, said, “wanna just hang out with me in bed and in the bath today? Not really up to anything, let's just cuddle.”

That sounded great to me, and Lacy kissed my cheek and made another pot of tea before heading upstairs. I roused slowly, wrapped my robe tightly around me. The party was still going, but fewer people were around. Not everyone was sticking around for the final night, but that didn't stop the others from keeping the fire going and enjoying weed and liquor.

I watched from the window a moment before turning to head upstairs. The door opened behind me and Geneva walked in. She wore the same dress she'd had on the day before, and she looked about as shitty as I felt. Her skin was almost grey and her lips thinner, eyes red and glossy.

“Hey... Carrie... got... got a minute?”

“K... you alright?”

“Me? Yeah, I suppose. Hungover.”

I understood that. “Same. Feel like shit.”

“Yeah, me too.” She was stalling. “Just... just wanted to see you.. heading back home, need to get some real sleep.”

“Alright... you... you drive safe.”

She smiled tightly, said, “I will.”

Instead of turning then, she hesitated. She was holding something back.

“Gen... talk to me. What's wrong? Why are you acting so odd towards me? Yesterday, it was like you couldn't stand to look at me... until... well, later that night...”

She hesitated again, then shook herself and moved to me, grabbed my hand and led me to the couch, sitting us down. “Carrie... listen... I'm sorry, this is... There's something you should know. I tried to not tell you but...”

She exhaled, sucked in her breath, and dropped the bombshell.

“I've been seeing Elise... off and on... for a few months... I'm-sorry-I-should-have-told-you-but...” Her confession raced out, “I couldn't! She told me everything, and... and she's not over you, she still loves you... and now that we're sharing... Donnie and... and last night... I don't know what to do. I feel terrible.”

Geneva was fucking Elise. She's not over you. She still loves you. I don't know if words harder on my emotions could have been spoken. I'd come so far from all that. I had accepted that we'd both moved on, that there was no way she didn't completely hate me, and here, Geneva spills that Elise wasn't over me. She still loves you.

My head threatened to explode from confusion and pain. Geneva rattled on and on in her trademark chatter, apologizing, asking rhetorical questions, touching my arm, crying. I couldn't take it any more and finally cut her off with my hand.

“Gen! Stop. Please! I can't handle this right now!”

She shut up a moment, collected herself, and said more cooly than I would have expected, “Ok. You can't handle this. Last night can't happen again... I don't know if I'll tell Elise about it, I don't know. I don't know what it will do to her.”

“Do to her?” I exploded. “What about me? You're fucking Elise and you come to my home, fuck me, and then tell me about her? What the hell, Gen?” My mind throbbed, raced through scenarios, stray thoughts sticking for moments. Maybe I did want her to tell Elise, maybe that would bring us back together. There was hope, Gen said so. Would Elise reach out to me? Maybe telling her wasn't the best thing, it would only prolong my suffering, reopen old wounds that could never be healed.

I felt nauseous, leaned against the wall and sank down a bit. I couldn't cry. I was more angry and confused than sad. I wanted Geneva to be gone.

“Just... Just leave, ok? Do whatever makes you happy.”

She turned then, paced out and didn't look back. I sat on the floor, utterly spent.

Lacy slowly came down the stairs and sat beside me, her arm around my shoulder. “You ok?” she whispered.

“I don't know...” She hugged me. I whined, “I'd come so far, Lay, so far... put all that behind me. And she goes and blows up my head... how much did you hear?”

“All of it. Sorry, Carrie... Real sorry...” She stroked my shoulders. “Listen. You're too hungover to deal with this, ok? Come up and bathe with me and we'll cuddle. Let it go today.”

I don't think I let it go that day, not really, but I let my pounding head provide the excuse I needed not to focus on it.