Continue Back To Camp

Not wanting to take any unnecessary risks, you turn away from the puddle and follow the trail back to camp. There is a giant pile of canvas on the ground and it seems to be moving. You approach it as Roxie's head pops out from between the folds, a frown on her face.

"I hate this tent," she complains.

"Yeah - the woods aren't much of a treat either," you say. "Where's the first aid kit?"

"What the hell did you do?" asks Roxie as she fights her way out of the mass of canvas.

You shrug. "Bricker bush, I think."

Roxie delves into her pack as the blood suddenly starts rushing from your head. You swoon for a second. Your friend notices and rushes over to catch you just before you hit the ground. It feels stangely nice to be held in her arms.

"Jeez," she says as she helps you to a log by the lifeless fire pit. "You're not made for nature, are ya?"

You smile, spreading your legs a bit so that Roxie can get in to clean your flowing wound. A shiver runs up your spine as her gentle hands rub the antiseptic over the gash. Somewhat surprisingly, you discover that you are getting turned on by her.

In all your years of friendship with Roxie, you've never had any sexual feelings for her. Even on nights filled with **** and booze, you've never thought of making love to another woman. Maybe it's just being out in the wilderness, or maybe it's the loss of blood, but something inside you really wants to make love to the stunning beauty who sits between your pale white legs nursing you back to health.