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Chapter 12 by chriscole chriscole

What should I do?

Stare at Rochelle?

Tim was to my right and Rochelle was sitting to my left. The girls were across the fire pit from me, so I couldn't really see them too well through the flames. Tim was about four feet away and sitting a little closer to the fire, so his back was almost to me. Rochelle was maybe six feet away, and the flickering light from the flames lit up her face nicely.

I partook in the conversations and jokes as we sat there. Even the girls weren't being assholes like normal, but rather were enjoying the cool evening. The sky was clear and the stars were out. There was a three-quarter moon out so so you could see pretty well even outside the ring of light caused by the fire.

As the evening went on, I would look over at Rochelle more and more. After a few looks, she saw me and smiled, but I was brave and kept looking back. After a while, I would sometimes find her already looking at me when my eyes turned to her. Tim would get up now and again to add more wood to the fire, or poke at it with a long stick. One of the times he was up poking at it, some sparks flew into the air and Rochelle moved her seat a little further from the fire, but closer to me. The girls taunted Tim about his fire handling abilities. I also backed my chair up a bit, and turned it slightly more to face her. We were now only about three feet apart, and both chairs were turned a little more towards each other so that I could now look at her without really needing to turn my head very much, but still look towards the fire at the same time.

The night moved on.

During one of the gaps in conversation, as we all just sat there enjoying the fire, I looked at Rochelle again. As she smiled at me, and the light from the fire made her look so pretty, her tongue came out and touched her top lip. She just left it there for a moment and then smiled again and looked back to the fire. Me being me, I didn't know if she was teasing me or if it was just an ****, meaningless gesture. After a few seconds I looked at her again and she turned to me and adjusted herself in her seat slightly so that she turned a little more towards me. She scooted forward a little in her chair, leaned back a bit and opened her legs a little wider. She adjusted the sweatshirt tied around her waist a little, and I assumed that was why she had moved like that. She pulled the sweatshirt up a bit, and pulled the arms to the side a little. Now it was across her waist, but not hanging down in front at all. She slid both hands down her thighs slowly over her shorts. Her gaze went around the camp fire and then back to me as her hands slowly slid further down her legs to her bare knees. Then she slid them inside her bare thighs and up again. She left one there; way up on the inside of her bare leg. I stared between her eyes and down at her crotch as it lay open before me, her hand inches away from her pussy. I enjoyed the gleam of the camp fire on her bare legs and how much skin I could see on the inside of them.

I kept looking back at her, and she was always looking at me when she did. I hoped she would do something else, tease me some more. She kept looking around the camp fire like she wanted maybe to do more, but it would have been too obvious to everyone else sitting there.

Nothing else happened. Rochelle and the girls went to bed around 11:00, and Tim and I stayed up for another hour or so. Just after midnight, we made sure the fire had burned down to nothing, and added a little water to it to dampen any sparks. Then we both went to bed, quite tired. I had some very nice dreams about Rochelle.

I woke up early, having to go pee, and checked my watch. It was 7:02. I got up and wandered out of Tim's room into the kitchen, in my t-shirt and boxers. Rochelle was up, making coffee. She was wearing a long t-shirt like a nightie. I said hello and went into the bathroom. After relieving myself, I found I was a lot more awake knowing Rochelle was out there, and decided to stay up instead of going back to sleep.

I left the bathroom and looked at Rochelle from behind she she was standing at the counter. The t-shirt she was wearing stopped about half-way down the back of her thighs and I sat there for a minute admiring her legs. She turned to me and smiled.

"Are you going back to bed?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I think I'm up now."

I realized that was a bit of a double entendre, but Rochelle didn't look like she caught the meaning.

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, taking a seat at the table. "Thank you."

She poured me a cup and brought it over to the table. I watched her walk over and enjoyed her big breasts swaying underneath her t-shirt. She was definitely not wearing a bra. I was getting a little more confident and not as worried about her noticing me staring at her. When she put the cup on the table in front of me she smiled at me and then said: "Oh, the sugar is here." She reached across the table, leaning over it and right in front of me. I could smell her sweat scent; some sort of light perfume, and it drove me crazy. Her breasts were right in front of my face.

What should I do?

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