Finally get some sleep

Once our orgasms had worn off, Talia and I didn’t have much left to say to each other that night. We wiped off the evidence, and she gave me a hug and a kiss goodnight—still stark naked—then I watched her bare ass sashay across the living room as she retired to bed for the night.

Simon and Stephanie were still audibly making out in the other room when I got back into my own bed between Amy and Elizabeth. I didn’t like hearing it, but at least I was finally exhausted enough to fall asleep.

I didn’t wake up until two in the afternoon.

But despite sleeping in, I was still just half awake when I stumbled into the living room and greeted everyone: Simon on the couch, Talia doing her nails, Rachel giving Talia a backrub, Stephanie, Elizabeth, and Amy cooking breakfast together.

My barely-functioning brain sent a message to my barely functioning mouth, and I mumbled, “Where’s Corrine?”

The cabin went quiet. For a second, I couldn’t figure out why everyone was looking at me like that—

Oh shit, that’s right.

“Sorry,” I muttered, then I stumbled into the kitchen to make some good, strong coffee.

Stupid.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to act around Talia. Last night, she had told me that we’d had Rachel’s blessing to fool around, but today Talia was behaving as though nothing had even happened. I didn’t know what to make of that—was she keeping it a secret from Rachel? From the others? Talia was doing such a good job of playing it cool about our tryst that I briefly wondered if I had actually just dreamed the whole thing.

Nah.

A few hours later, we all took advantage of a brief lull in the rain to take a hike in the forest. It was pretty muddy out, but in a way that actually added to the fun. I made a point of getting Talia alone for a minute to ask her about our “situation” while the others moved on ahead. I wanted to make sure Rachel really was okay with the fact that we’d fucked in her family’s kitchen. And, more importantly, I wanted to confirm that it had actually happened.

“Yes, Ian, it really happened,” Talia laughed. “And yes, Rachel knows. But she said she’d rather we not tell everyone else about it, if that’s okay with you. She doesn’t want people getting all weird and making assumptions and stuff.”

“Right,” I nodded, “As long as she—“

The sound of nearby screaming cut off the rest of my sentence. Talia and I took off running up the muddy hill towards our friends.

Amy, Stephanie, Rachel, and Simon charged down towards us in a screaming mob, running for their lives, their arms flailing spastically in self-defense.

“What happened?!” Talia shouted.

“Bee hive!” Simon yelled back.

Suddenly, a terrible thought twisted my guts: “Where’s Elizabeth?!”

The others all looked amongst themselves as they ran, surprised to see that she wasn’t with them. Why wasn’t she there? I’m rarely one to panic, but at that minute all I could think about was the time my third grade teacher got stung by a bee on a field trip and almost died from an allergic reaction. I grabbed Stephanie by the arm—

“Is she allergic?”

Stephanie went white at my question. “I-I don’t know!”