Beach Trip 9 - A Friend's Woes

No matter how cold your night might've ended, your morning begins warm. Almost a little too warm, in fact, courtesy of not only the nature of tents but also a certain buff futanari lying behind you, spooning you. You can feel her snoozing breaths against the back of your neck and her strong arms tightly wrapped around you. Once more she has reestablished how passionate of a snuggler she is.

You can her commotion outside your tent, mainly Erika's and Jonas' voices. In fact, with a bit of focus you can even hear what they're saying.

"God, they're a fresh couple. Let them have their fun." says Erika over the sound of some cutlery clattering.

"Not in the middle of the night." mumbles her boyfriend and you're afraid, you and your girlfriend are the subject of their talk. "If we can restrain ourselves then so should they."

"Subpar comparison." is all your friend has to reply.

"And why's that, hm?" questions her boyfriend and you can definitely sense tension between the two.

"Ugh, whatever, baby. Mind helping me out here?" sighs Erika.

"No no no. Finish that thought." Jonas insists, not having any of her deflection.

"Listen, let's not make a big deal out of this, okay?" your friend tries to diffuse the situation. "Their sex life is just obviously very different from hours, that's all."

"Pff, well, not everyone wants to screw around like horny teenagers." Jonas dismisses her.

"Hhh, yes. I'm aware." groans Erika. She's obviously brooding over something and doesn't want to discuss it further. Honestly, the fact that she has actually slept with Zoey a while back makes this whole thing strangely spicy. To be fair, after experiencing Zoey's sexual prowess, you couldn't imagine yourself going back to sleeping with a guy like Jonas. Not that he's a terrible person or something like that, he's just... Jonas. It remains a mystery to you what she sees in him, really.

"See? Some people mature beyond their hormones." continues her boyfriend and wow, okay? Dick?

"Can you not lecture me about my friends please?" Erika retorts but even though annoyance is clear as day in her voice, she does stay composed as always.

"I'm not lecturing you about anything. I-"

"Jonas. Please." your friend interrupts him and that's enough to shut him up. He doesn't continue the argument. The clattering sound of dish-washing follows. Oof. It is worth mentioning though, that the man is complaining about the sounds you and Zoey made while he apparently fails to realize asomething very simple: When a lot of sound can come OUT of a tent, a lot can go IN too.

In any case, your eavesdropping gets interrupted by a stirring and shifting behind you and since Zoey is still holding onto you, you're getting dragged along.

"Mmh, hey." comes a raspy, sleepy greeting and she hugs you extra tight.

"Nghhey." you groan in response to the sudden strength applied. You hear her snicker sleepily behind you.

"Slept good?" she asks, pressing a nice kiss onto the nape of your neck.

"Mhm. And you?"

"Can't complain." Zoey purrs and slowly loosens her grip, only for her left arm to slide down and rest her hand on your stomach. Then another kiss finds your neck. And then another.

"Hey hey, cool down, will ya?" you giggle, not generally averse to where this is headed, but the current situation outside your tent is far from ideal for that.

"I'm not doing anything." she coos and a second later, her hand wanders down to your thigh and starts stroking it. To be fair, she likely hasn't heard a single word of the tense conversation just now.

"S-seriously, stop." you giggle on and draw her hand away. "There's a... a bit of a situation outside."

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"Just, uh, Erika and Jonas have a bit of a fight." you explain, making sure to lower your voice even more. "And we're kinda part of it?"

"Ah, shit, she told him?"

"Told wha- no no, it's not that dramatic." you quickly reassure her. "He's complaining about our noise last night and she's..."

"Yeah?"

"Well, she's defending us but honestly, there's probably more to it." you elaborate and turn around to face her.

"I mean, they don't really strike me as the happiest couple out there." Zoey shrugs.

"Yeah... Keep this between us but..." you start and get even closer. "I'm pretty sure their sex sucks."

"Ooh, tea, huh?" smirks Zoey.

"Ugh, not like that." you sigh and roll your eyes. "Okay, maybe a little. She just said things that really sounded like she's not, you know, all that satisfied."

"Well, to be perfectly honest, I'm not surprised." Zoey chuckles.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Eh, I'm not sure you do..." Zoey ponders, looking at you with an amused smile which makes you narrow your eyes. Oh right... She probably has a pretty good idea about what Erika enjoys, huh...

"...okay, I will not ask." you tell her, deciding against receiving intimate details about one of your two best friends.

"Better." she grins. "Girl's a freak, even if she don't look-"

"DON'T test me." you warn her, pointing a menacing finger at her. Zoey hushes and raises her hands in defense.

"Well..." you start as you try to climb over her and off the air mattress. "Guess it's time for breakfast."

"Yeah, you could... you could call me hungry." she replies as she watches your awkward maneuver. You actually hit her boner with your leg on accident.

"Whoops, sorry." you apologize but you already feel her hands on your hips.

"Aaah, the pain." she sighs with a devious smile and pulls you into her lap.

"Nooo, bad." you smirk, rolling your eyes, and swat one of her hands away.

"What, won't you take responsibility for the pain you caused me?" Zoey teases and with the hand now free she grabs her hardon on and taps it against your nude backside.

"Zoey, no." you scold her and grab the tip of her dick to stop the tapping. Then you feel her hand envelop yours.

"Zoey, maybe?" she grins and uses her hold on your hand to guide it up and down her shaft.

"No, no maybe." you persist while you involuntarily jerk her off behind your back. "We will be considerate of my friend who's right outside the tent."

"Heh, aaalri-"

"You know I can hear you, right?" Erika's voice suddenly comes from outside and the both of you immediately freeze. "Like, every single word?"

"Fuck." you whisper, pretty unnecessarily at this point. Zoey looks like she's holding in a laugh.

"Good, uh, good morning!" you shout back and climb off your girlfriend.

"Mhh, yeah, same." Erika replies, audibly mentally exhausted.

"Shit, let's-" you start to whisper but then you look at Zoey's massive boner. "Okay, *I* will go check on her, you stay here and... handle that."

"You do you, babe." smiles the futa and lays back, crossing her beautiful, muscular arms behind her head, apparently choosing to wait out her erection. You quickly hop into some panties and throw a baggy T-shirt on, making a quick mental snapshot of these arms before you crouch out of the tent.

"You do dishes first thing in the morning?" you ask Erika and grab the dishtowel. Even if you hadn't unintentionally listened in on her conversation earlier, you would've easily sensed her moodiness, even with Jonas apparently having gone off to wherever.

"Didn't do 'em yesterday, so..." she answers and continues scrubbing a plate. Her sort of messy ponytail as well as the simple white tank top and the baggy sweatpants her outfit consists of make her look uncharactersistically scraggly. She's still really pretty of course but the slouchiness is unusual.

"Now that you mention it... wouldn't have been surprised if you did this when we went to bed, at like 1 am." you joke to lighten her mood, though she really would be the type to clean up before sleeping.

"Ronny, am I boring?" she suddenly asks unprompted and the dejected tone in her voice makes you pause.

"Huh? Wha- no! Of course not." you quickly reply. "Why would you think that?"

"Hmm, dunno." mumbles your friend and rubs the edge of the plate.

"L-look, Erika, you can talk to me." you reassure her and put a hand on her shoulder. The fact that in said hand you're still holding the wet towel is a little awkward, but the sentiment is more important.

"Ehh, I mean I'm not gonna act like there's nothing wrong..." she sighs and puts the dish aside. "In fact, you've probably heard half of it anyway."

"Okay, listen, if Jonas called you boring he can shove that up his-"

"He... did not, no." she interrupts you, seemingly a bit touched by the protective attitude. "Let's be real, he isn't the most adventurous guy himself, but-"

"You can say that out loud." you think aloud but luckily Erika seems to take it as a joke.

"No, but... ugh, I dunno." she continues, struggling a bit to find the right words. "It's just... y'all have so much fun all the time while me and him just... coexist?"

"Wait, is this specifically about last, uh, last night?" you inquire carefully.

"Not just that. Not everyone can be a sex-crazed maniac." Erika counters with a subtle smirk.

"THAT is her fault." you defend yourself and point back at your tent.

"I, uh, I know." chuckles your friend. "But it's really not just that. Yesterday y'all where talking, joking, messing around. Denise too, you know her. But me, I feel like I... I'm just not a fun person."

"Oh, come oon, that's not-"

"Maybe I was, once. Before I... met him." she mumbles hesitantly. She was always the more mature and responsible one between you, her and Denise. At times, you even wished you were more like her.

"Please, you were and you still are a fun person. Jonas hasn't changed that." you reassure her but in the back of your mind you do think his very uptight demeanor surely can't have made things better.

"And hearing, well, you and her kinda just reminds me of how dull everything is." Erika goes on, kind of just staring into the distance. "And you probably heard him complain about you. Like, just because me and him can't be a bit, you know, lively, doesn't mean you can't. Or shouldn't."

You're kinda looking for the right words to comfort and support her with, but she doesn't give you a chance.

"And, you know, I catch myself being jealous, right? So there's something in me that wants to have fun, that wants to be carefree and happy and horny and everything. But then there's my boyfriend who complains about it instead. And the whole situation is just... fucked."

Oof, wow. You've never seen her talk like this. This is... so weird. However, you still need to say something. However however, still nothing sentimental, supporty wants to come to mind. The only real thought you have is...

"Ditch him."

"What?"

"Ditch him. Dump him." you repeat and she turns to look at you. "Seriously. Erika, you're my best friend - plus Denise, don't let her hear that. I'm saying it like it is. He ain't the one. I was honestly getting worried, even before today, that he was bringing you down."

"He's not bri-"

"Listen, he's a decent guy, yeah. And yes, let's be real, you're not the craziest chick around." you continue and hold up a hand to stop her from talking. "But I'm just saying what you've probably been thinking for months now. You're not happy, you want something else, you should dump him."

For a few moments, silence lingers after you finish your piece. Only the distant clatter and chatter from other campers and the nature itself are audible. Erika just looks at you, sort of bewildered by the sudden strong opinion.

"Amen!" you suddenly hear Zoey's voice from inside the tent and you struggle not to laugh out loud. Then, however, you see Jonas return to the campside.

"Ugh, I'll think about it." sighs your friend and snatches the dishtowel from your hand.

"You do that." you tell her. "Meanwhile, I will go and tell Zoey to shut the fuck up next time I'm consoling a friend."

"Thank you." Erika chuckles quietly. "She's cool though, really."

"A fucking moron, that's what she is."