Shared Sleeping Bag

[WP] She didn't expect to have to share her friends sleeping bag with him, but it seemed like neither of them was going to get any sleep with the effect her body was having on him. She might have to take matters into her own hands...
From: u/gahidus Content Tag: trans-woman

Kevin was just finishing setting up the tent for their class camping trip. His tent-partner was a no-show, he was struggling to slip the tent poles through the holes. The other pairs were finishing their setup and rushing off for some fun. He grumbled to himself as he was about to slip the final pole into its home.

“Hey, Kev,” a voice distracted him, the tent pole flew out of his grasp and the tent collapsed to the ground. Kevin let out a few choice curses.

He cradled his face in his hands, looking at the tent laid out on the ground. He turned to see Stacy looking shocked at the calamity. “Hey, Stace. My tent-partner has ditched me, I’m going to toss his shoes into the woods while he’s sleeping. This is some bullshit,” he said kicking the pile of nylon. “Sorry, what’s up?”

She looked at him a look of worry on her face, “I’m your tent-partner,” she squeaked out not looking at him.

“But, I thought they were separating the boys and girls?” he said genuinely confused.

She kicked at a nearby rock, swaying with her hands behind her back, “Well, surprise turns out the school admins are a bunch of transphobes, so…” The statement hung in the air.

“That’s fucked up,” Kevin dropped what he was doing. “Should I say something?”

“No, that’s where I was this whole time. And if you complain they’ll probably just reassign me, and I’d rather bunk with you than someone like Derrick,” the both of them shivered at the thought. “So let’s build this tent.”

The two of them set off to stringing up the flexible poles. The job being much easier with a second person. Neither of them really knew what to say until Kevin finally said, “I’m not going to throw your shoes in the woods.”

“What?” Stacy laughed.

Kevin laughed along with her, “Early I said I was going to throw my missing tent-partner’s shoes into the woods. And well, now that I know—well, just I’m not going to.”

“Well thank you,” she said blushing. “And ta-da,” she raised her arms as the final pole stuck in its spot, the tent finally supporting its own weight. Kevin drove the spikes into the ground and made his way over to Stacy’s side offering a high-five.

He grabbed the bag removing the sleeping bag. He paused staring at it, the one singular but large sleeping bag. “I, uh. I’ll sleep on the ground, if you want,” Kevin offered as he unrolled the bag inside their tent.

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Stacy blushed again, “but it’s supposed to drop pretty low tonight. You’d freeze. I’m sure there’s plenty of room for the both of us. I can’t imagine Derrick and Tony are going to be cuddling.”

It was Kevin’s turn to blush, “No, I don’t, I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“That’s sweet,” she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Kevin’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “We’re both seniors, I’m sure we can manage a co-ed sleeping bag.”

The thought of sleeping close to Stacy already had his pants tightening. He made a mental note to relieve himself before joining her later that night. He gulped, pushing the thought from his mind, “Are you hungry? I think they’re handing out dinner soon,” he said checking the time on his phone.

“Yea, that’d be nice.” The two of them started towards the activity area the school had set up. Where most of the other students were playing games or hanging out in the shade. They saw one of the chaperons hollering and a line started forming where the food was being served. “Thanks, for being cool about all this,” Stacy muttered.

“Hmm, oh it’s all good. It’s kind of messed up that the school is putting you with the guys.”

“Yea, but still. Some of the other boys would’ve thrown a fit. So, you know thanks.”

“Oh, I, their loss really. I’m the one who gets to share a tent with a pretty girl so…” he smirked, watching Stacy’s cheeks turn a bright red.

She stopped looking as if she was about to say something when someone shouted from across the clearing, “STACY! Over here, come look at this.” The pair turned to see Stacy’s friends beckoning for her to join them.

“I should go,” Stacy said, her cheeks still burning brightly. “I, um, I’ll see you tonight I guess.” She turned running off towards the girls that called out for her. Kevin just stood watching Stacy’s hair bounce with each step and especially to the way the wind caught her skirt.

He took a deep breath, readjusting his pants before making his way to the food line. “Kevin, ‘bout time you made it,” Tyler said, wrapping his arm around him, “We were starting to think a bear must’ve got you.”

“Nah just some tent problems,” Kevin laughed.

“Trouble finding the hole,” Greg teased. The group roared at Kevin’s expense.

“No, my tent-partner got held up so I was trying to put the damned thing together all by myself.”

The group of guys were pushing about as they settled into the food line, “Shit, who’s your partner? Is it Harvey, I could see him tripping and falling down a cliff. The climb back up would surely cause a delay,” Tyler remarked.

“No, it’s actually Stacy. She was held up trying to figure out why she’s in the guy’s campground.”

Greg spoke up, “Well, isn’t it obvious? It’s cause she’s a dude, right?”

“Fuck off dude,” Tyler said, pushing him out of the line. “Back of the line, give you some time to think over your words.”

Greg looked back at the long line already formed behind them, “Ah, come one. It will take forever to get through this line.”

“Should’ve thought of that before you were transphobic,” Tyler shrugged.

Greg clasped his hands, “Please, I swear I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant, she’s trans so thats why, not that it’s right.”

“I don’t know. Kevin, what do you think?”

“Hmm,” he pondered, “I don’t know do you think he’s actually sorry?”

“I am, I swear. Trans rights, you know?”

“I don’t know, if he was really sorry he’d offer up his dessert as restitution,” Tyler responded.

“Fine, you can have it,” Greg said.

The other boys waved him back into line. Tyler wrapped his arm around him and said, “Gotta watch what you say, Greggy boy.”

“I really didn’t mean it that way,” Greg continued.

“Yea, yea, whatever you say. But I think the bigger news might be that Kevin’s going to be sharing a sleeping bag with a girl tonight,” Tyler smirked.

Kevin turned red, “It’s, I, nothing’s going to happen.”

“Mhhmm sure, whatever you say man,” Tyler shrugged.

The rest of the evening passed with school sponsored activities. Games, crafts, a movie projected onto a screen hanging from the trees. Kevin caught glimpses of Stacy from across the way. Each sighting made him think of her skirt in the wind, her blonde hair hanging by her face, or the brilliant shade of red she turned when he called her pretty.

He made it back to the tent first when it was time to turn in. He was changing into his pajamas when the door to the tent unzipped behind him. His jeans were still twisted around his ankles, causing him to follow over in just his boxers. Stacy giggled, “Nice one.” She was already in her pajamas, she must’ve changed in the shower area. Which now that Kevin was thinking about it, was probably the right choice when sharing a tent with a girl. “I’ll just give you a minute.”

She stood up, her head left his view through the tent’s unzipped door. He could still see her legs, her smooth and bare legs. His boxers had no problem making a tent on their own. Shit, he’d taken care of the issue earlier, or at least he thought so. But turns out his refractory was no match for a teen’s libido combined with the promise of being in close quarters with a girl. “Shit,” he cursed, before pulling on his pajama bottoms and trying to hide his arousal.

“You say something?” Stacy asked, leaning back down just as Kevin pulled his top on. “Oh, good you’re done.” She climbed in, and Kevin couldn’t help but notice how short her shorts were. They definitely wouldn’t pass dress code, but that’s probably not what you’re thinking about when buying pajamas. And Kevin wasn’t about to complain.

“I, yep. All dressed,” Kevin stumbled over his words as he climbed into the sleeping bag in hopes of the excess fabric hiding his erection.

“It’s freezing out there,” she shivered as she closed up the tent. Kevin’s stared as Stacy bent over to zip up the door. “You want to watch a movie?” she asked holding out her phone as she slipped in to the sleeping bag next to Kevin.

He coughed, “Um, yea. What did you have in mind?”

She scrolled through HitFlix, “Oooh how about **** at Camp Witchahaunt?” She turned with a big grin on her face.

“Sounds oddly appropriate,” Kevin laughed, trying not to think about how close she was. She held the phone up between them, eventually passing it to Kevin to hold. They jumped and screamed together at the scary bits. Kevin’s heart was racing, maybe it was from the scary movie, or maybe it’s because Stacy had buried her face in his shoulder.

They screamed in unison, as their tent shook. “Lights out boys. We’ve got an early start in the morning.”

Kevin caught a glimpse of the hurt on Stacy’s face when he handed over her phone. “You okay?”

“Yea,” she said placing her phone off to the side. Kevin swallowed not wanting to push the issue. He fluffed his pillow and turned away from Stacy, afraid of poking her with his erection.

They laid there for a moment, the sound of nature filled the silence as they tried to fall asleep. Until Stacy spoke up, “It just hurts. That the school doesn’t see the real me.”

Kevin rolled over to face her. “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how hard—“ he cut himself off mid-sentence as he felt his dick press against her leg when he rolled over.

It was dark in the tent, the moonlight offering just enough light through the screen skylight for Kevin to see the look of surprise on Stacy’s face. She giggled, pulling her hand up to her mouth. “How hard indeed,” she teased.

Kevin could feel the flush of embarrassment burning across his cheeks. He just hoped she couldn’t see it in the dark. He fell flat on his back, too embarrassed to look at her. “Sorry, I, I just, sorry.”

“Oh don’t be like that,” she said, pushing his arm. “It’s totally, um natural.” Kevin could hear her fighting back a bout of laughter.

“Why can’t I be at Witchahaunt right now? Where’s a mass murderer when you need one?”

“No, stop it,” Stacy said, losing her fight with the giggles. “It’s kind of flattering, if you think about it in the right way.”

“Can we not?”

“Okay,” she whispered, turning away. The sound of nature filled the air once again, crickets and owls. “Are you going to be able to sleep like that?”

“Oh my god, I’ll be fi—“

“Because if not, I could always help,” she interrupted, looking back over her shoulder.

Kevin fell silent turning back towards her. “Help? I-I.”

“Only if you want,” she breathed, as she turned back over. Their faces inches from each other now.

Kevin swallowed, trying to find his words. When none came, he just nodded. Stacy took the sign and closed the tiny gap between them. Her lips on his in an instant. He relaxed into the kiss, reaching up to cup her face, his thumb brushed against her cheek. Stacy reached down, her hand slipping under his waistband to find his hardness waiting for her attention. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him.

She steadily stroked him, as their tongue darted between their mouths. His hand fell to her chest. She moaned as his fingers swiped over her budding breasts, what little she had to offer all thanks to the hormones. Kevin pumped his hips, his shaft slid between Stacy’s fingers. He grabbed the hem of her pajama top, the removal of the garment broke their kiss.

“I didn’t bring any condoms, or lube,” Stacy huffed, quivering at the electric touch of Kevin’s fingers against her nipple.

“I have a condom in my wallet,” he said, reaching for his pants.

“And lube?”

“I, um,” Kevin dug through his bag. “Would aloe work?”

Stacy shrugged reaching for her phone. “Um, does it have ****?” She reached across, using the light of her screen to illuminate the ingredients.

Kevin scanned over it, “Nope.”

“Then, I think it’s okay.”

Kevin turned back kissing Stacy once again. “This is the first time that I’m glad that I sunburn so easily.” Stacy laughed, her smile pressed against Kevin’s own laughing maw.

Kevin climbed out of the sleeping bag, pulling his bottoms down his thighs. Stacy smiled as Kevin ripped open the condom wrapper. She climbed out after him. Kevin froze staring as the moonlight shone off the slight swell of her chest. He reached across with one hand pulling her towards him, kissing as he rolls the rubber over his member.

She shimmied out of her short pajama bottoms, pulling her panties along with them. She turned away offering her backside to him. “Fuck,” was the only word he could manage in the moment. He rubbed the aloe on fingers, pressing his lubed digits against the pucker of her anus. She gasped as he slipped a knuckle then two inside of her. His other hand wrapped around playing with her nipples. She leaned back, kissing Kevin over her shoulder.

“Fuck me,” she gasped against his kiss. Not being one to argue at the moment, Kevin removed his fingers. He took the moment to lube his cock before lining it up with her anus. She gasped as his cockhead pushed into her.

“Is it okay?” he paused, his hands on her hips.

“Mhhmmm,” she nodded. Kevin slowly pushed forward, inch after inch sliding into Stacy’s rear. He took his time, listening to her whimpers. She leaned back, pulling him into a kiss as he steadied himself buried in her ass. “Fuck me, Kev.”

He placed his hand just below her navel, keeping her still as he pulled back. Slowly pistoning in and out of her. Their bodies found a natural rhythm, her ass slapped against his hips with each new thrust. The momentum carried her forward and she pushed back. Both of their pleasures grew together.

Kevin’s hand slipped lower, finding Stacy’s cock. He took her shaft in hand, caressing the head with his thumb. Stacy’s head fell back, a deep moan escaping her lips. Her body quaked, toes curled, as she came. Kevin was quickly behind her, with a final thrust as her hole clenched around him, the reservoir of his condom filled with each throb of his cock.

They were both breathing heavy as Kevin held her against his body. Relishing in the post climax bliss, Kevin peppers the crook of Stacy’s neck with kisses. After the tender shared moment, Kevin tied up the condom placing it out of the way for later disposal.

They climbed into the sleeping bag, neither of them bothering to get redressed. “That was amazing,” Stacy huffed as Kevin hugged her from behind, their bodies slotted together.

“When we get back from this trip would you, I, um, would you want to maybe go out with me?” Kevin asked, oddly nervous despite their earlier union of bodies.

“That’d be nice,” Stacy sighed, tracing circles on Kevin’s forearm that draped over her.