A New Pair Sleeping Under the Stars

In another clearing Ben and Jennifer settled into their sleeping bags, the night air crisp but comfortable under the canopy of stars. The fire they’d built earlier had burned down to embers, its faint glow casting a warm light across their campsite. The two friends lay side by side, their heads poking out of their bags as they stared up at the endless expanse of sky above them.

"That was a good day," Ben said, his voice low and content. He shifted slightly, the fabric of his sleeping bag rustling as he turned onto his side to face Jennifer. "Hiking, swimming, and no cell reception to distract us. Perfect escape."

Jennifer chuckled, his arms folded behind his head. "Yeah, I needed this. Work’s been a nightmare. Sometimes you just have to get out here and remind yourself there’s more to life than deadlines and emails."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that comes easily between old friends. The sounds of the forest surrounded them—the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the chirp of crickets, the occasional hoot of an owl. It was peaceful, the kind of tranquility that felt almost sacred.

"Do you ever think about how small we are?" Ben asked suddenly, his gaze still fixed on the stars. "Like, out here, it’s just us and the universe. Makes all our problems feel... insignificant."

Jennifer turned his head, glancing at Ben with a small smile. "You’re getting philosophical on me now?"

Ben laughed softly. "I guess. It’s hard not to, looking at all this."

Jennifer nodded, his eyes drifting back to the sky. "Yeah. It’s humbling, in a good way."

Another stretch of quiet passed between them, the kind where thoughts wander and words aren’t necessary. Ben shifted again, his movements slowing as the day’s exertions began to catch up with him. He yawned, his breath clouding faintly in the cool air.

"You think there’s anything to those stories?" Jennifer asked after a while, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Ben frowned slightly, turning to look at him. "What stories?"

"You know, the ones about this forest. People say weird things happen out here."

Ben chuckled, his expression skeptical. "Weird things, huh? Like what?"

Jennifer shrugged, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "I don’t know. Strange noises, people acting... unusual. Stuff like that."

"Unusual, huh?" Ben repeated, smirking. "Sounds like campfire ghost stories to me."

"Maybe," Jennifer said, his tone light but thoughtful. "But you have to admit, there’s something about this place. It feels... different."

Ben’s smirk faded slightly as he considered Jennifer’s words. The forest did have a certain atmosphere, a quiet intensity that was hard to describe. He shook his head, brushing the thought away. "I think you’ve been watching too many horror movies."

Jennifer laughed. "Probably."

They settled back into silence, the sounds of the forest wrapping around them like a blanket. The night stretched on, the stars above them a reminder of the vastness of the world beyond. As sleep began to claim them, neither could shake the faint feeling that Jennifer might not have been entirely wrong.

Ben fell asleep first, but Jennifer struggled. She felt constrained in her sleeping bag, the night too warm, her mind too active. She unzipped it, letting the breeze waft over her, cooling her skin slightly but not enough to calm her restless thoughts. The night was alive with sounds—crickets chirping, leaves rustling, and the occasional distant hoot of an owl—a symphony of the wild that contrasted with her churning inner monologue.

She thought about their day, how good it had been, and how glad she was that she agreed when Ben suggested they get away for the weekend. She had been working too hard, neglecting her social life, her personal life, her life in general. She sighed, though not with contentment. She was still not content. Even now, in the serenity of nature, her mind refused to quiet, churning over things she couldn’t change and questions she couldn’t answer.

She rolled over, trying to find a comfortable spot, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t settle. She stared up at the stars in frustration, their cold, distant beauty mocking her inability to relax. The soft glow of moonlight illuminated the campsite, casting long shadows that danced with the faint flicker of the dying embers in the firepit.

The longer she lay, the more things cycled through her mind. She came back to the stories she had heard about this forest and the strange things that were rumored—orgies and the like. It was funny, really. She doubted any of it was true, but she still wondered. What kind of person ended up in one of those situations? Was it planned? Spontaneous? She chuckled softly, imagining herself wandering into such a scene, completely out of place and entirely awkward.

She’d never been to an orgy. If she was being really honest, her two sexual partners had been less than spectacular in that department. They were clumsy, selfish, or just uninspired. She sniffed, amused by her own thoughts. Yeah, she probably wouldn’t be a good fit for an orgy. Not unless they had a trainee manual. She giggled quietly, the sound almost lost in the hum of the forest.

She chuckled softly, then quickly glanced over at Ben, checking if he was still asleep. His breathing was even, his features soft and relaxed, illuminated faintly by the moonlight. She smiled. She had known Ben since they were children, and although some people joked about them being a couple, they’d never even kissed. Well, unless you counted a friendly kiss on the cheek.

No, he was her best friend, something that had intimidated every boyfriend she ever had. She had no idea why. She wasn’t overly affectionate or touchy with Ben, and most of the time she was seeing someone, so they had no competition. But still, they seemed to view him as a threat. The irony wasn’t lost on her; Ben was the least threatening person she’d ever met, a constant source of stability in her chaotic life.

She sighed, turning back to look at him again. She supposed he was handsome. That was usually why he had a girlfriend. And of course, there were the rumors. Not that anyone ever confirmed them for her and not that she was interested. But the rumors were he had a good-sized cock and knew exactly what to do with it.

She supposed she wasn’t surprised by that either. He was physically fit, physically attractive, and he seemed the type to be an attentive lover, as he did everything he undertook well. She wondered for a moment how large he was. What exactly was a good size? Her two sexual partners had seemed okay, but they’d never rocked her world. Bigger than they’d been, maybe? How much bigger?

Her hand drifted down her body, almost without her realizing it, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Her thoughts turned more vivid as she wondered about Ben’s size, picturing what it might look like, feel like. She thought about ones she’d seen in porn videos and compared them to her own experience. Some were obscenely large. They couldn’t be comfortable. You’d want one that fit well, she imagined. One that would slide in and just... fit.

Her fingers pressed against her clit, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the heat building, her body responding almost instinctively. Her fingertips brushed against her sensitive flesh, the slight slickness making her movements smoother. She pictured what a good cock could do for a woman, imagining the weight of it, the heat, the pressure as it stretched her perfectly.

Her breathing quickened as her body responded to the mental images, her hips shifting slightly as her hand moved with increasing urgency. She bit her lip, glancing at Ben again to ensure he was still asleep. The thought of him lying there, completely unaware of her thoughts, only fueled her arousal. The contrast between her secret desires and his peaceful oblivion sent a thrill through her.

Her heart raced as her fingers dipped lower, exploring herself more intimately. The sensation was electric, sending sparks through her body. Her touch was gentle at first, teasing, before pressing harder, her desire mounting with each stroke. Her other hand slid under her shirt, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between her fingers. The sharp, pleasurable ache added another layer to her growing need. Her nipples hardened beneath her touch, the cool night air contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from her core.

She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations. Her mind was a whirl of images: Ben’s strong hands gripping her hips, his lips brushing against her skin, the weight of his body pressing her down as he filled her completely. The fantasy grew more vivid with every moment, every touch.

Her moans grew louder, though still muffled as she bit down on her lip, her movements becoming more frantic. The tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, every nerve alive with sensation. Her fingers pressed deeper, finding that perfect rhythm, her hips bucking against her hand as her body reached the brink.

With a soft cry, she tumbled over the edge, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her head tilted back, her lips parted as she gasped for air. The release was intense, leaving her trembling and spent.

She lay still for a moment, her breath coming in short gasps, her hand still resting against her sensitive flesh. Slowly, she opened her eyes, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. Her body felt lighter, the tension of the day melting away with the waves of her climax.

She glanced at Ben again, his peaceful expression unchanged. The stars above seemed to twinkle brighter, the night air cooler against her flushed skin. She sighed contentedly, pulling her hand from her shorts and wiping it on a corner of her shirt before lying back, her body relaxed and her mind blissfully quiet for the first time that night. Her thoughts drifted, and she whispered softly, "Maybe this forest really does have something magical about it..."

The thoughts lingered as she felt the cool air against her heated skin, and for the first time in days, she felt completely at ease. With a few more deep breaths, she fell into a sleep.