Xenoplasm

You've always been rather uncomfortable in the woods. Wild animals have never done anything to pique your curiosity about nature and the wonders to be beheld. Though you were rather a tom-boy as a little girl in the city, that meant that you were more into sports than playing with bugs and worms.

If nothing else, your athletic childhood has helped to make you quite fit and trim now that you've reached adulthood. While your smallish breasts do little to turn heads, your lithe frame, thin waist and perky, heart shaped ass do wonders for the male libido. Combine your body with your cute features, turned up nose, bright blue eyes, and long mane of dark hair and you've got a pretty good jump on at least two thirds of the world's female population.

"We can set up camp here for the night," says Roxie, your best friend and the person responsible for bringing you out here into the great wilds of northern Maine.

You look around you. It's as good a spot as any, you suppose. You're standing in the middle of a small clearing. The tall coniferous trees surrounding you reach for the sky in all directions. A circle of rocks with ashes in the center tell you that others have been here before you. This is but a slight comfort, though a comfort nonetheless.

"How much further is it to your uncle's cabin?" you ask, wishing that you could have made the entire journey today rather than having to sleep on the hard rocky ground.

"We should be able to make it before noon tomorrow," says Roxie. "With any luck, the others will have gotten there before us and we'll miss most of the hard work."

The excursion you are on was the brainchild of Roxie and the Seaver Twins. A long weekend in Roxie's uncle's cabin would be a great way for four girlfriends to celebrate their long awaited graduation from college. Granted, you'd rather go clubbing in the city, but the vote came down three to one and now you're here.

"You wanna pitch the tent or go gather some firewood?" asks Roxie with a toss of her long blonde hair.