Continuation.

Amanda followed Lina to the camp site, her heart racing as she heard Michael and Brant's laughter and the sound of beer bottles clinking. As she stepped into the clearing, it was obvious that the two were in the midst of a rather lively conversation. "..damn, that's rough buddy..." Brant said sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on Michael's shoulder and rubbing it, before taking a deep swig of beer. "..and then the bitch starts SCREAMING at me, telling me that I need to get my shit together," Michael continued, his face growing red with anger with every word. "..total bitch!" "What?! Are you serious? I can't believe she said that.." Brant replied, his face a mix of shock and sympathy, as he looked over to see Lina walking in, her curves bouncing sexily with every step. "Hey Babe," Brant said, his eyes twinkling, "Michael's talking about how his ex is a total bitch," he explained to her. "Well, I mean, I completely agree with you on that one," Lina responded, rolling her eyes and snatching the beer bottle from Brant's hand, taking a deep swig before looking over at Amanda, who was standing there awkwardly. "I am 100% bitch." "No babe, you're the perfect amount of bitch," Brant said, a devilish grin creeping up his face as he grabbed the beer back from her and kissed her on the cheek, "And just the right amount of slutty to keep me interested." "Aww, thanks babe!" Lina smiled, sticking out her tongue at him playfully before looking back at Amanda, who was still standing there awkwardly.

"Hey Mandy, don't be so timid around us, we're all friends! C'mon, why don't you let us in on some of your kinks? I'm sure Michael would be thrilled to know what you're into," Lina said, her smirk growing wider as she nudged her head towards Michael, who looked up in surprise, his cheeks a fiery red. "I dunno..." Amanda mumbled, taking a large swig of her beer, "Nothing too exciting ever happens with me." "Oh come on, you gotta have something!" Lina replied, glancing back at Brant, who just smiled and raised his eyebrows in a knowing manner. "Well... sometimes I go out on the balcony of my apartment while listening to my music and let loose, dancing around in the nude," Amanda replied, before realizing what she said and immediately clapping a hand over her mouth in shock. "Ooooooooh, yessss! That's exactly the kind of stuff I want to hear!" Lina exclaimed, taking another generous swig of Brant's beer. "Tell us more!" "Umm... well, sometimes I like to have long baths where I just lay there and think about Michael..." Michael blushed but then his face twisted up with concern as he looked over at Brant, who had his hand resting on Amanda's knee. Michael quickly interjected, "Amanda maybe you shouldn't-"

"No worries, babe," Brant interrupted, taking another swig of beer and gazing into Amanda's eyes with an intense look. "It's good to be honest with ourselves. Being honest with yourself is the only way to gain true freedom. I'm sure you can't help having an out of control libido with a body like yours." Amanda's cheeks flushed as she looked away nervously, biting her lip before speaking. "Hey! I am in control of my libido," she said, her voice slightly trembling as she crossed her arms and pouted. Brant smiled, pulling her closer and planting a passionate kiss on her cheek. "Aww, don't be like that, babe," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "We all know you're just a horny bitch, and we love you for it." Lina laughed, her voice ringing out as she looked over at Michael, who had just turned red with embarrassment. "Yeah, I mean, you're one of the only girls I know who's still a virgin at your age," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You guys suck," Amanda groaned, slamming her beer down and glaring across the table, "I am not a horny bitch. I'm just taking my time to find the right guy." "There is no such thing as the right guy," Brant retorted, his lips curling into a smirk as his hand slowly slid up her leg, "You're a horny bitch, Mandy. Accept it." "Ugh, whatever," Amanda muttered, her heart pounding as she glanced over at Michael, who was scowling at Brant's boldness. "Maybe I am a horny bitch, but that's not my fault." "Yea, well, at least I'm not a **** whore around every guy that shows a little interest in me," Michael snapped back, his eyes blazing as he finished off his beer. He instantly regretted it. "I do not!" Amanda yelled, her face turning a deep shade of red as tears pooled in her eyes. "You're just jealous because I'm not chasing after you like some **** fool!" "Whatever you say, Mandy," Brant replied, smirking as he inched his hand further up her thigh. "I'm just messing with you."

"Yeah, whatever..." Amanda sighed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she took another swig of beer, her throat burning from the bitter taste. She looked up at Brant, her eyes widening as she saw the intensity in his gaze. "Can we please talk about something else?" "Sure babe," Brant replied, his voice deep and husky. He slowly moved his hand along Amanda's inner thigh, his fingers sending a warm tingling sensation up her spine. She looked over at Michael, who was watching the campfire intently, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "You don't mind if I call you Mandy, right?" Brant asked, his voice full of desire as he moved his hand higher up Amanda's thigh. "Nah, she's cool with it," Michael replied, nodding his head and looking away, his cheeks still burning. "Cool," Brant replied, taking another swig of beer as he continued to slowly move his hand up Amanda's thigh, his fingers brushing past her crotch, causing her to flinch and gasp. "You're a good girl, Mandy." Brant said as he massaged her inner thigh, his eyes full of hunger and passion. "Don't let them get to you, okay?" "Y-yeah, I know," Amanda replied, her heart racing as she bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan. "I-I'll be fine." "That's my girl," Brant smiled, his grip on her tightening as he moved his hand over her crotch, grabbing it as he leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." "I-I know you will," Amanda replied, her body trembling as she looked over at Michael, who was still staring down at the campfire, his cheeks turning even redder as he watched Brant move his hand along her inner thigh.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Brant asked, his brow furrowing as he looked between the two of them. Michael shifted uncomfortably, his face turning an even deeper shade of crimson. Lina laughed, her voice harsh and full of scorn. "Well, we were in a relationship for a few years before I realized that Michael was a pussy," she said, her tone full of contempt as she narrowed her eyes at Michael. Amanda gasped, her eyes widening in shock as her mouth dropped open. "Aww, that's not nice," she said, her voice a mix of hurt and disappointment as she pouted and shot Lina a disapproving look. "I mean, he's not the type to just jump into bed with a girl like that..." Lina rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk as she took another swig of beer. "That's true," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He was probably too shy to even show a girl his pecker." Michael shifted in his seat, his face growing even redder with embarrassment. "I mean, it's not like I didn't think about it..." he muttered, taking another swig of beer. Lina's laughter filled the room, her scornful cackle cutting through the air like a knife. "Whatever you say, pussy," she sneered, her gaze filled with disgust as she looked away from Michael. "Wait. You two haven't..?" Brant asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he looked between Michael and Amanda with mock sympathy in his eyes. Amanda blushed, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she tried to hold back tears. "N-no!" she stuttered, her voice shaking as her eyes darted between the two of them. "I-I mean, I'm saving myself for him but..."

"Oh, you poor thing," Brant replied, shaking his head as he took another swig of beer. Moving right to her, he wrapped his arm around her waist and squeezed her closer. His hand ran along the front of her shorts, and he felt her tremble at his touch. "You're such a beautiful girl," he said as he rubbed her lower back. "Th-thank you," Amanda stammered, her cheeks burning as she looked down at the ground. "It just ain't right," Brant said, his hand still caressing her waist. "Not treating such a gorgeous girl, like you, Amanda, with the proper love and respect she deserves." Amanda felt her heart racing as Brant's hand continued to move along the front of her shorts. She was aware of the slight wetness between her legs, but she tried to ignore it. "Well, I mean, I appreciate you saying that, but I don't want to be one of those girls who just lets every guy take advantage of them," she said, her voice trembling as she took another swig of beer, hoping that Brant wouldn't notice how flushed her face was.

"I get it, babe," Brant murmurs, his warm breath tickling Amanda's ear. She shivers and leans into him as his fingers dip into her waistband. His lips curl into a dazzling smile, and Amanda feels her heart swell with admiration. "You want to be the girl who takes the initiative in the relationship, who's not afraid to make the first move," he continues, his voice smooth and honeyed. "And I love that about you." "Th-thanks..." Amanda replies, blushing furiously as she casts her gaze to the ground in an effort to hide her embarrassment. "No problem," Brant whispers, before gently pressing his lips against the back of her neck. Amanda's breath hitches, and she has to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud. "You deserve so much better," he adds, his voice filled with tenderness. "Y-yeah..." Amanda stammers, her voice barely more than a whisper. She knows he is right, and the thought of it fills her with a warmth that radiates through her entire body. "I-I do."

"Amanda!" Michael bellows, his voice carrying a tone of urgency and desperation as he attempts to break through the repugnant scene before him. "Grab me another beer, please!" He reasons, desperation growing in his voice as he urgently implores her to join him away from Brant's abhorrent display.