“Thank you,” she said, kissing my chest before easing away. “I needed that.”
“Okay,” I said, confused. I was missing something, but I didn’t know what.
“I needed to know I still like dick, too,” she explained before getting changed. Maggie pulled off her shorts and bikini top before pulling on an oversized t-shirt. My imagination filled in the parts of her body I couldn’t really see. I pulled my shorts back on because it felt wrong to sleep naked in the same tent we shared with our parents. Relaxed from my orgasm, I rolled over and clutched the remainder of my hard-on. “I love you,” Maggie very quietly said.
“You too,” I mumbled, unsure if I said it loud enough for her to hear before closing my eyes and falling deeply asleep.
We woke to the sound of birds chirping in the trees and the tent glowing with the rising sun. I glanced at Maggie and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning,” I replied with an easy smile, my first of the day and it felt good and right. I pushed off my sheets and pulled on a t-shirt. I watched her wiggle into a pair of panties and shorts beneath the long t-shirt she always slept in before she turned her back and swapped the oversized t-shirt for one that was the correct size.
We went about our morning routine in a camp that was still very quiet. After our first cup coffee, Maggie asked if we could go for a walk. She headed towards the pond and I walked alongside, waiting for her to start the conversation. Once we were out of eyesight and earshot of the camp, she stopped, faced me, and I saw the worried look on her face. “Do you think what we did yesterday was wrong?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed without hesitation.
Maggie blinked in surprise a couple times. “Wow, nothing like taking a moment to think about it.”
“What’s to think about?” I shrugged, drifting closer to the treeline so I could lean against a tree. I would have sat, except the sun hadn’t been up long enough to burn off the morning dew. She followed, standing in front of me with her arms crossed as she studied me. I waited for her to say something else, hoping she would. I didn’t know what to make about the expression on her face. She looked confused.
“So, why did you, you know, let all that stuff happen yesterday?”
“Let?” I asked, biting back a chuckle. “I’m not sure I let anything happen as much as just rolled with the flow.”
“I guess,” she nodded, accepting my take on things. “I can be pushy sometimes, can’t I?” That did make me chuckle and was glad a tiny smirk briefly appeared on her face, too. But that little half-grin was only a flicker. “Do you think yesterday was my fault?”
I took a moment to consider my answer. “No,” I decided. “I might not have control over what makes me hard, but I didn’t have to do anything.” She kept looking at me, waiting for more than I had. I sighed, feeling put on the spot and started walking deeper into the woods for no good reason than because it took us farther away from camp and other people.
I kept hoping she would fill the silence like she usually did, except she didn’t (damn it).