Ingrid's Weekend Part 3

Ingrid was a little worried that the others would feel let down by the idea of forest bathing; it’s not a traditional party, after all. But weddings, her mother, and everything… it’s stressful. Unwinding is ideal. There’s nothing that Ingrid would rather be doing this weekend.

The four of them climb out of Adella’s car in their outdoorsy clothes with their camping gear. Adella steps away with her phone; this might be the last signal she gets for a while.

“All right,” Riona says briskly, grabbing Ingrid and Beth to **** a huddle. “Ingrid, you aren’t going to shag her, are you?”

“What?” Ingrid blushes.

“Course she won’t,” Beth scolds Riona. “Ingrid’s a good girl. And you won’t either. You need to have some self-respect.”

Riona bites her lip. “About that,” she says.

“Riona!”

“Hear me out. I want to do it my way.”

“****?” Beth asks.

“Justice,” Riona corrects her. “Will you help?”

“Probably. It’s not as though Ingrid and I are so surprised that you’re making her big weekend about you,” Beth says. “Anyone would’ve seen that coming.”

“You should’ve assumed that would happen when you invited me,” Riona replies defensively. “I need a lot of attention. This is known. Listen. Here’s the plan.”

Ingrid listens, blushing. Beth rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Sounds fun. I’m in,” she says. “But you have to be strong.”

“I’m strong. Ingrid?” Riona asks.

“All right,” Ingrid replies, embarrassed.

“This’ll be a party yet,” Riona says excitedly, but she quickly sobers up; Adella is making her way over.

The situation really couldn’t be more different from that camping trip, years ago in Florida. The nostalgia is still there. Ingrid isn’t about to tell Riley, but she’ll take the forest in Sweden over Florida any day.

It’s a lengthy trek uphill, but they’re all athletes. It’s not very challenging, and it isn’t meant to be. The sun sets as they hike.

Beth complains about real sports not getting as much attention as FUTA, Adella humbly brags, and Riona stays uncharacteristically quiet except to call Adella out when she does something as obvious as making a point to be behind Ingrid when they’re climbing.

“Do Swedes ever take the piss about you marrying the arse of FUTA?” Beth asks as they make their way up the mountain.

“It’s Olivia now,” Riona replies before Ingrid can even open her mouth. “I saw the same advert, only it was Olivia’s arse instead of Riley’s. Right on the side of a bus.”

“To think you could’ve married the bulge of FUTA,” Adella adds.

Ingrid blushes in the dark.

“I will ask,” Beth says, a little out of breath. “Does Riley’s arse live up to the hype?”

Ingrid doesn’t have an answer for that.

Of the four of them, Riona is the only one who’s any good at outdoorsy things. Ingrid holds the light while Riona and Beth struggle with the tent, which Riona selected. It’s not quite as big as Ingrid expected.

Riona is also the most competent with a camp stove, so she does the cooking.

It’s truly nice. It’s by no means proper forest bathing, but it’s relaxing enough, even with the things that Riona and the others choose to gossip about.

“Shame Riley can’t be here,” Adella says wistfully. “I miss her.”

“You miss looking at her in the shower,” Beth says.

“What can I say? She’s my type.”

“You’ll see her at the wedding,” Riona tells her. “And the World Cup, no doubt.”

“I hope so,” Adella says with a predatory look in her eyes.

The tent is cramped with four, but that’s not the worst thing on a cold night. Riona’s plan is simple: Adella has a lot in common with Riley in that she’s easily distracted by visual stimulation. Riona wants to give her that distraction without providing any relief. Adella takes it for granted that every woman is aching to have her, which is often true. Even Ingrid isn’t immune to that. She remembers being turned on, listening to Adella and Riona through the wall of the Lodge, and sneaking a glance or two in the showers.

But a simple plan isn’t the same as an easy one. Ingrid is comfortable with her body, but the situation is just a little much.

Perhaps more nostalgic than the hike and the tent is the sight of Riona boldly stripping naked to sit cross-legged on her sleeping bag. Beth follows suit, although she can’t bring herself to sit that way. She arranges herself more properly. Very red in the face, Ingrid begins to strip, as agreed.

“Finally, this is my kind of party,” Adella says.

“That’s not it, idiot,” Beth scolds her. “It’s forest bathing. You can’t wear clothes. It’s Scandinavian tradition.”

Ingrid opens her mouth to explain that forest bathing is neither an originally Scandinavian tradition, nor does it require nudity, but Riona pokes her to shut her up.

“Suits me,” Adella says, and Ingrid looks away as Adella gets out of her clothes in record time. She sits boldly with her legs spread, her huge, soft cock just lying on the sleeping bag. Ingrid fights the impulse to cover herself. It’s not as though these women have never seen her body before. It just feels different now.

All Beth and Riona want to do is **** Adella, which just means not touching her or letting her touch them. Adella’s obvious excitement and just as obvious confusion are a little funny, even to Ingrid.