WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 28: FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND(1)

Doug and Leigh were hiking through the woods, he was in front of her and she admired him from behind.

The boy had a nice butt, she thought,and she enjoyed looking at him even more than she did at the scenery. 

Not that the scenery wasn't beautiful, they were hiking in the woods along a river, and she loved to look out across the river at the far bank as well... but he did have such a cute butt. That and his hair was long for a guy's just a little below his ears and very shiny, one of her favorite things to do since she met him was run her fingers through it, massaging his scalp. 

Even though they weren't dating or anything, she couldn't help but feel attracted to him.

Every once in awhile he would glance back and make sure she was doing ok, brown hair falling across lighter brown eyes, a quick smile that she returned. 

She didn't know that he was glancing back to see the sunlight glinting through trees onto her dark hair, to watch her breasts bounce under the purple tank top she was wearing as they clambered over rocks. 

He moved like a cat in front of her, lightly springing from rocks to tree stumps, easily avoided the somewhat sketchy parts of the ground. Leigh just kept her head down as she followed him, much more awkwardly, wishing that she had his grace and self-assured movements. 

Every time she had to have help getting up or down the rocks she felt like the typical girly-girl, and it made her grit her teeth with frustration... she'd grown up as a tomboy, but

had taken enough falls from running around heedlessly that she used a lot more caution now. 

And even though it was nice to have him hold her every time she was helped up or down, it made her feel as though she wasn't someone to be respected really.

"There it is," he turned back to her and pointed, about 20 yards ahead of them, through the woods, she could see a bridge over the water, and could just barely hear the sounds of the cars passing over it. 

Doug grinned at her and leaped off sprightly, making her sigh inwardly as she hurried to keep up, feeling as awkward as she had as a teenager.

When the pretty twenty one year old finally caught up with him he was already at the base of the rocks, waiting for her. She went ahead of him up to the top of the highest point, looking out over the river... off to her right the sun was low in the sky.

"Beautiful," she whispered, more to herself than anything else. Behind her, Doug popped open a beer. "Do you want one?" he asked. Leigh wasn't really much of a beer drinker, she didn't really like the bitterness, but she was thirsty so she nodded and opened her own. 

A few sips later she decided she was done.

"Do you want the rest of it?" she asked, holding it up towards him (He'd already finished his. Typical male.), "I'm not really in the mood."

Smiling he took it from her and took a few sips before putting it down and heading towards the shore of the river. Curious she followed him.

"You ever skip stones?" he asked, picking one up and trying to skim it across the water, towards the slowly sinking sun.

She laughed, "Yeah, but I can never get more than three or four skips." Flicking her wrist out she sent a stone flying, and sure enough it

sank after three short hops. "See?" Picking up a much larger stone Doug tossed it nimbly, and it actually skipped four times before plummeting to the bottom of the river. 

Leigh was impressed, the stone had to have been about 4 pounds, she would never have been able to skip it.

"Nice," she said, picking up another stone and trying again. Four skips. For a few moments they continued skipping stones, but Leigh was getting bored... not to mention she was still overly hot from the hike in.

"I really wish I could just jump in," she said wistfully staring at the water, it looked so cool and inviting. "Well... we could," Doug grinned at her, a little mischievously. She laughed and smiled back.

"Maybe wading," she said thoughtfully, pulling off her shoes. Stepping into the water she hissed a little at how cold it was. Doug just stood on the shore, watching as she went in a few inches above her ankles, soaking the bottoms of her capris. 

Wiggling her toes she made a face at the

sliminess of the bottom of the river. Looking up at him she grinned. "It's freezing... I'm already feeling less hot, but not more than my

feet..." she laughed, trying to pull her capris up so that they didn't get more wet than they already were.

"Well... we could..." he smiled, raising his eyebrows at her as the finish to his sentence.

Laughing, she told him, "I can't... I'm wearing a thong." "Why do girls always..." his voice trailed off as her eyebrows raised at him.

"What?" she asked, challengingly.

"Nothing." he said, in true male manner.

Shaking her head she pulled the strap of her thong out of the top of her pants, "It's just that it's like really white and see-through."