I woke when Stephanie kissed me.

Her pretty little mouth attached to mine and I opened my eyes. I was confused for a second. I'd been dreaming of a moment like this, and now it was real. Something was different though. I blushed when I worked out what it was. In the dream, this wasn't Steph.

I put that aside quickly though, and paid more attention. Steph had a way of putting something special in a kiss. It was as though somehow her whole body was involved, even though in reality she was on her knees beside the camp stretcher. I made the most of it.

By the time she removed her mouth from mine, I'd forgotten all about the dream, and was much more interested in reality. She grinned. I looked. She was dressed innocently in a shirt and shorts. I smiled. She spoke.

"Morning, lover."

"Hey. When did you get here?"

"Just now. I watched you for a minute, and then reluctantly decided you needed to wake up."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Us girls came up with a plan. It involves you, and how much use would you be asleep?"

"A plan, huh?"

"A devious one."

"Should I be worried?"

"Very."

"Consider me terrified."

"Done. Have fun last night?"

"My God, yes!"

"Good. Did you jerk off when you got back here?"

"Huh? No. I went to sleep."

"Oh, so what about this morning?"

"I was still asleep when you got here, remember?"

"Oh, just checking it wasn't a post-wank snooze."

"Uh uh. Umm... why do you ask?"

"Well, because it's not fair, is it?"

"It's not?"

"No, Paul, it's not. How many orgasms have you had since the one with me last night?"

"Huh? None."

"Yeah, see? As opposed to the one I had."

"You did?"

"I sure did. It's like a rule with me."

"How does that work?"

"I always wake up horny after sex. You had run off, so I had to take care of it."

"Hey, hold on. You told me to go."

"Details."

"But anyway, you... where, in the tent?"

"Uh huh."

"With the girls?"

"Yeah, well they were... let's just say asleep."

"Okay. Wow. And?"

"And what?"

"Well, I've never had a girl talk to me like this before... and I'm half asleep, but how was it?"

"Very nice, thank you. You don't feel half asleep."

"I don't think I've ever met anyone even a bit like you. Oh... that's nice."

"Of course you have. Vicki. Where's the zip on this thing?"

"Just... oh God, it's just here."

"Calm down. I'm not even touching you. Yet." I still remember the sound the sleeping bag made as she unwrapped me. She stayed there, kneeling on the floor, took my cock in her hand, and made appreciative noises. Then she started stroking. "Is it like this every morning?"

"No, Steph. Most mornings I don't have a pretty girl stroking my cock. In fact that's never happened before. Not when I was awake anyway."

"Bad planning."

"I guess."

"You think you can listen while I do this?"

"I... I'll do my best."

"Good. It appears I have your... attention."

"To say the least."

"Yeah. So listen, don't take this the wrong way. I mean, look what's happening here... but I'm not really your girlfriend. You know that, right?"

"You're... you're not?"

"No. I'm not. I can be lots of things, but that's not one of them."

"I thought... I thought you liked me."

"Oh, I do. I like you a lot. You need proof?"

"No, no. I think I know that. So... why not?"

"Well, for a start I'm only here for a while, and so are you."

"Yeah, but we could..."

"No. No, Paul. We couldn't."

"Oh."

"Hey, pay attention here. Don't go soft on me. I still want you."

"Huh?"

"God, men are so dense. I'm here. I like you. I want to fuck you. Repeatedly. I just don't want a relationship with you after we go home."

"Fuck."

"It's not a bad deal, you know."

"It isn't?"

"Hell, no. How much sex had you been planning on when you got here?"

"Well..."

"Wanking doesn't count, Paul. Well, unless you get someone else to do it. Like this."

"God. Well, none."

"Yeah. Instead, you get me... and if you play your cards right, perhaps more."

"I do?"

"You do. You're having trouble here though. You want to come, or talk?"

I whispered back. "Come."

Steph's giggle was lecherous. "I thought so." She turned from me and carelessly licked down my chest and stomach until she reached my pubic hair. She turned her face to me and raised her eyebrows. "Yes?"

"Fuck, yes!"

"I thought that, too."

She stopped stroking then, instead picking up the liquid dribbling from the tip of my cock and rubbing it into the head with a single finger. When she had that working the way she wanted, Steph lowered her face to the base of my cock, near my balls, and licked her way slowly up the underside.

The feeling of her wet tongue on me was amazing, and as she slid up the shaft I realised I wasn't going to be able to hold on any longer. When the tip of her finger and the tip of her tongue met at the tip of my cock, that was all I could take. I grunted, thrust hard, and sprayed into the air. Bursts of semen just missed Steph's face, and splattered down on my stomach as I moaned in pleasure.

Steph lifted her face to watch, and then turned to grin at me again. "You know, if you'd just have held off a few moments longer, I could have caught all that mess..."

"Oh, Christ, that was wonderful, Steph."

"I should hope so. Tissues?"

"Just there."

"Got it. Hold on." She pulled some tissues from the box and cleaned the mess from my stomach. "You know, I don't mind the taste of this... but only direct from the source, if you know what I mean. It doesn't have much of a shelf life."

"You never cease..."

"Yeah, I know. You're easy, though."

"Could be."

"Is." She finished the cleaning, threw the tissues aside and turned back to me, her face close to mine. "Now listen. We have something here. It's nice. It's sexy, too. And it's fun. But it's not love, and it's not permanent. The upside is fairly good. My sister wants you, too."

"She does?"

"She surely does. That's not love either."

"No."

"Good."

I paused, thinking. "Steph?"

"Uh huh?"

"What... How does Heather fit into this?"

"Ahhh... I'm not sure it's... I shouldn't say."

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Well, she likes you, too."

"Oh, God."

"Yeah, but not the same way."

"Oh. Steph, does she... like girls?"

"Where did you... well, yeah. Yeah, she does. Girls."

"Okay. Oh, and does Vicki..."

"Yeah, well... Yeah, Vicki likes most things."

"She does?"

"Yeah. She's... like me."

"You like most things?"

"Uh huh. Look, leave it at that, alright?"

"Oh, okay. Sorry."

"No worries. Just... I might tell you more later, okay?"

"Alright."

"And in the meantime, just... have fun. Don't say no to anyone else on my behalf. I have no prior claim. Understand?"

"Yep. I think so."

"Good. Now go have a shower, Paul. You stink."

"Oh, thanks a lot."

"That's alright. Get out of that bed." She crossed her arms and lifted her shirt over her head, and then unclipped and removed her bra while I stared. Steph's breasts looked gorgeous in daylight. "How is it that I keep on getting sore knees with you?"

"I have no idea. What are you doing?"

She sat on the floor of the tent, and pulled her shorts and panties down in a single movement. I sat up on the stretcher and ogled her. She pushed me back down flat and then pulled herself on top of me, laying her naked body over mine. "Mmmmm... now shove off."

"What?"

Steph rolled over the other side from where she'd been sitting, and then pushed me. I was so surprised I fell to the floor. "It's time," she said to me, the picture of innocence despite her nakedness, "for your shower."

I sat up on the floor. It was amazing how quickly I'd become accustomed to being naked with this woman. "And what the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"I'm resting my knees, having a little snooze, and debating whether or not one orgasm was enough for this morning." To prove her point she put her hands on her breasts and started to caress them.

"Fuck!"

"No, not just now. Go get in the shower. I'll make a deal with you though, if you want."

"Oh?" I was staring. Again. "What's that?"

"You come in there, I'll come out here, in your boy-smelling bed. Deal?"

"Does anyone ever say no to you?"

"Not for long." She lifted her leg, exposing her damp privates without a hint of modesty. "Now git! A girl has needs. Best of luck in the shower."

I don't know how, but I left, with yet another image burned into my mind without the aid of my camera.

---

When I walked back out of the house, Steph was standing at the door of Heather's bug, dressed in her shorts and shirt again, obviously watching me. I grabbed some things from the tent and walked on over. Heather and Vicki were in the car already, similarly dressed it seemed.

She started in on me as soon as I got there, her mischievous grin more than overwhelming her attempt at military severity.

"Right, Mister. Did you bring the necessary equipment?"

"I don't even know where we're going, Steph."

"In mixed company," she said, waving carelessly at the girls in the car, grinning, "you'll continue to call me Steve."

"I will?"

Vicki poked her head out the window. "You will. Otherwise she'll keep us standing here for the whole day." She poked her tongue out at me. "And it's hot."

I looked back at Steph. "Alright, I will. Steve. Not for you, though."

"No?"

"No. For Vicki."

"You're just trying to get in her pants."

"Could be."

"Fine. So did you bring..." She held up hand and bent over fingers as items were dealt with. "Towel?"

"Check."

"Something to rub into our backs?"

"Roger."

"Camera, film, all that technical stuff?"

"Yep, yep, yep."

"Get in then, soldier. Don't you know better than to keep three ladies waiting? Ooh, wait. Well?" She winked at me.

"Was there ever any doubt?"

"Not much. Me too."

"I'd expected as much."

"Twice."

I just stared. She grinned, swatted me on the shoulder, and started laughing again. I piled into the back seat beside Vicki. I looked at her before asking. "Hey, doesn't Heather's car count?"

"Count?"

"As a lady?"

She looked blankly at me. Heather spoke up. "No. If you said woman, then perhaps. But she's no lady."

Vicki grinned then. "She doesn't kiss and tell though, does she, Heather?"

"My God, I sure hope not."

Steph had seated herself in the front seat and closed the door. Now she stepped back into control of the conversation. I was convinced she was completely unable to stay out of anything. "Enough chatter, team. Get driving."

"Jeeze, Boss," Heather complained.

I dared a question. "So, where are we going?"

I was surprised by the response. Vicki grabbed me and kissed me soundly on the lips. Her teeshirted breasts pressed hard against my chest. Her short denim skirt rode the rest of the way up her legs. It was very nice, despite the surprise - or perhaps because of it. Steph turned around and looked me in the eyes, waggling her finger at me.

"Listen Buster, you are being taken for a ride by three gorgeous women. Four. Captain Vicki has been instructed to use any and all weapons at her disposal to cut your questions short." She burst out laughing then. "Oh, I can't do that any more." More laughter.

"Yeah, but..." I started. Vicki grabbed me again. It did cross my mind that I should ask more questions. A lot more. But not until she decided to let me go again.

We drove for a while, with the windows open to keep down the heat. The girls chattered as usual, and I was thinking as well as trying to join in. I had no idea how any of this was supposed to work, but I certainly wasn't about to stop the flow of events. Surely this was the stuff of dreams. If so, there was no rush to wake up.

My thoughts receded to the back of my mind when Heather wrenched the little car off the main road, and headed down a gravel path towards a clump of trees, raising a huge cloud of dust behind us.

The path meandered across some rather dry farmland before heading towards what must have been a source of water. There were large green trees, and you could smell the moisture in the air.

We hung a hard left around a final corner and then I could see why we had come this far. A quiet river curved around in the distance in front of us, surrounded by clumps of greenery, and a set of cliffs had been carved by the river in what was obviously a more energetic season. It was gorgeous.

Heather pulled up to a farm gate, stopped the car in a cloud of dust, and removed a key from her pocket. Steph jumped from the car and ran over to the gate. She opened the padlock with what seemed to be some familiarity, and swung the gate away from us.

I started to ask if we were actually permitted to be in here when Vicki grabbed me, pulled me down on top of her and kissed me thoroughly again. Not that I really cared, but I heard Heather saying that the land was owned by another of her string of uncles. I kissed Vicki back enthusiastically, and pressed myself against her bra-less chest.

The bug skated through the gate and Steph swung it shut behind us. She called out to Heather to check if she needed to lock it again. Heather shook her head, and Steph came running back to the car. She jumped in and looked straight at Vicki.

"Did he?"

"He did."

"I knew he would. Did you?"

"I sure did."

I looked from one of them to the other. "Am I just a toy here?"

"Is that a question?" Vicki responded.

"Are you complaining?" Steph said at the same time.

"Just go with the flow, Paul." That was Heather. "It's easier that way."

"Okay, okay."

"No more questions, Stud."

"Got it."

The car seemed to know where to go, and we bumped our way over the uneven ground to the edge of the river, then skittered down near the bank until we came to one of the gouged turns in the river bank. It was everything a swimming hole should be. Deep, almost still water, trees, even a rope hanging over the current.

We all clambered out of the car, and for a moment we just stood there and looked. Steph, as usual, was the first to speak. "Wow, it's even nicer than last year."

Heather, it turned out, had been out here already, and knew what we'd find. She just smiled.

Vicki pulled gear from the car, and threw some towels down on a flat part of the sandy bank. "The sun doesn't wait, you know. Let's get this show moving."

The girls all started moving then, grabbing drinks and books from the car, and dropping them by the towels. I just watched.

The three of them stood together eventually, near the towels, and held a whispered conversation before Heather turned and beckoned me over.

Steph took over before I got there. "Okay. Listen, Paul. We plan to lie here in the sun. You have to go, so we can talk about you, okay?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She got nods from the other two girls. "Also, you really need to take some photographs, and not of us."

"I do?"

"You sure do."

"What for?"

"Wasn't that why you came down here for a holiday?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"And isn't your camera the best thing you've ever owned?"

"Umm... yep."

Heather this time. "And, aren't you going to need to actually take photographs so you can become famous, and we can say we knew you beforehand?"

"I guess..."

Steph held up her hand. "But the absolutely best reason is that your favourite Aunt wants a landscape to hang on her wall."

"She does?"

"She does."

"How do you know?"

"She told me. You know, you miss everything if you stay in bed too late."

"You were talking to her?"

"You bet. I like her. I'd like to be like her."

I was dumfounded, but I was getting used to it. "You spoke to her this morning?"

"I did. Told her we were taking you to the river. She told me she hoped you were going to take some photographs. So go take some."

"Seriously?"

Vicki settled it by walking around me, putting her hands on my ass, and pushing me towards the car, and my gear. I didn't argue at all. I was much more interested in taking photos than sitting in the sun. I just didn't want to miss anything.

Steph must have read my mind. "You'll be fine, Paul. If we think of anything really exciting, we'll put it on hold until you get back. Go!"

"Alright, alright. Bossy."

"Be back in an hour. We'll do the first watch, but you'll need to reapply three lots of sunblock about then."

"Slave driver, too."

The other two chorused. "Oh, we know that."

I grinned at everyone, picked up my gear, and walked away downstream. Strangely enough, I didn't think to look back until I was a fair way down the track. Heather and Vicki were just removing their knickers. Steph was prancing around on the hot sand, already stark naked. I was good. I only took one photograph. Alright, and one as a backup. Then I turned to the river, and actually put my mind to the task of getting a really good landscape.