Skip The Fire and Go Right To Bed

You realize that it will probably take you hours to fall asleep, but it's already getting pretty cold outside. You can already see your hard nipples poking through the tight fabric of you white tank top.

You take one last look at the campsite through the encroaching night. A small animal of some sort moves through the thicket behind the tent. If there had been any doubt before, your mind is made up now. You're heading right for the safety of the tent and your sleeping bag.

Ducking inside, you zip the flap closed behind you. Roxie seems to be asleep already, her sleeping bag rising up and down with her regular breathing. Getting onto your hands and knees, you unroll your own bag and spread it out beside Roxie being careful not to wake her. You kick off your shoes but leave your tank top, jean shorts, and white socks on.

Once inside the heavy sleeping bag, you pull it up around your chin and look up at the canvas ceiling. The sounds of nature surround you in the growing darkness - an owl off to the east, something foraging through the brush just to the south. A howling of a wolf in the distance almost sends you into a fear crazed panic, but the soothing comfort of Roxie's breathing just beside you keeps you somewhat calm.

A moment later, though, even Roxie's breathing begins to change. Low moans start to come from within her bedroll. You turn your head, but no part of your friend is visible beneath the heavy material. The moans begin to increase in intensity and the sleeping bag begins to writhe.

Is Roxie having some sort of an erotic dream?

"Mmm. Oh god!" comes Roxie's voice from beneath the covers.

An arm emerges from the top of the bag and begins clutching at the thick canvas floor. The moans become gasps as Roxie grabs a thick chunk of the canvas and holds on for dear life. You can see the tendons in her arm begin to bulge out, so intense is her grip.

The whole sleeping bag is rocking now as Roxie thrusts rhythmically with an unseen lover.

"Oh god! Oh GOD! Oh my fucking god!" shrieks the unseen Roxie as the bedroll pitches violently.