Enough sex for now

Noah leans down to you still kneeling in front of him savoring the taste of his cum. "Thanks, Lola. you give head like a champ." He pats your head for a second before unceremoniously turning around, leaving you behind with a dumbstruck expression on your face.

Already a few steps away he turns around again. "What is it, Lola? Are you planning on staying there all day? Tag along. The guys are starting the campfire." He waves for you to join him, but you are having a hard time processing what just happened. You scramble to your feet, wanting to go to your old friends when the jiggling weight on your chest reminds you that you are still naked. Way too late to preserve any modesty you shyly cross your hands to hide your breasts and pussy while looking around, searching for the dress you were wearing earlier.

"Feli has your stuff, Lola. She didn't want it to get dirty, so sweet from her to look out for you.

Yeah, so sweet of her to let you stand here, naked and on display for your old friends. Without any other option you try your best in the futile attempt to maintain your last shreds of modesty as you follow Noah back to the camp were Ben, Feli, Isaac and Caleb are sitting around the fire chatting and laughing together. As you step up to Feli the chatter dies down, and you can physically feel their burning eyes on your gorgeous body.

"Feli, I need some clothes.", you stutter trying your best not to let the audience unsettle you too much. Feli just raises an eyebrow and leans back. "Please!", you add and by the smirk on her face that was what she wanted to hear.

"Okay, although I think naked suits you. The boys agree with me." She gets up and you follow her to her tent. After a second of rummaging in her bag she throws some pieces at you. "It's hard to find something in your size, so take good care of this stuff " She turns and leaves and you hastily pull the fabric on.

That there doesn't seem to be any type of underwear doesn't surprise you anymore at this point. Shimmering into the tight top your buds are sculptured perfectly and your toned midriff is displayed, but instead of being angry at Feli for her choice, you are just grateful to have at least something to cover up a bit. The daisy dukes are equally tight and as you pull them over your shapely hips you can feel the seam squishing itself between your lips and resting at the top of your slightly engorged clit.

Once you feel like you are somewhat decent again you dare to join the others at the fire again. A bit sheepishly you take a seat on a log, but to your surprise you are welcomed by your friend without any lewd comments. You are handed a bottle of beer and soon you are joking and laughing. Just like as if you were still a guy.

The mood is relaxed while stick bread, sausages and marsh mellows are prepared over the fire as noon turns afternoon and old stories everyone from your little group has heard a million times are told again.