You're watching TV on one of your days off, but suddenly you hear a commotion coming from the direction of your garage. Eventually, it gets so loud that you can't even hear the television anymore, so you go to check it out.

Upon entering the garage, you see Sarah Logan with a bag of stuff. She came over earlier to grab something from Liv, but you thought she'd left already. Now, seeing her standing in front of you, it's clear that you were wrong.

"Hello Sarah. What are you still doing here, going through my garage at 10 at night?"

"I'm going camping by the river," she replies, as if that's a perfectly logical answer to your question. She zips up her pack and turns back to you, "Do you wanna come with?"

"I guess," you reply, taken by surprise. Sarah takes you by the hand, and you begin your hike to the chosen campsite. You breathe in the brisk air of the woods and sigh.

As much as you love nature, it gets harder and harder for you to have time to enjoy it. Between work and the girls, not much time is left for anything else. Tonight was one of your free nights, but now you're halfway to the river with Sarah, and she doesn't even live with you.

"Do you camp out often?" you ask, breaking the silence that's developed. She looks over at you with a small smile, and you can't help but notice just how beautiful she is in the moonlight.

"I did, but people stopped wanting to join me, so it lost its fun. Then you showed up," she says quietly. You reach an arm around her shoulder and pull her close to you, and she leans into this sideways hug. Technically, she showed up. In your garage. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT.

"Anytime, Sarah. I never get outdoors enough."

Finally, after a few more minutes, you find a nice spot along the river. Roughly 70 metres to your right is a short waterfall that empties into the lake, so it's not too quiet. The cicadas buzz from all sides. You both decide to settle here for the night, so Sarah digs in her pack for the tent.

You gather materials and begin to build a makeshift fire pit. Though your structure of rocks, sticks, and leaves doesn't turn out very pretty, you're convinced it will function once lit. You reach into your pocket for a lighter and realize you don't have one.

"Hey Sarah? Do we have matches or a lighter?" you ask. Sarah looks up from the half-constructed tent and giggles, amused by your lack of survival skills. Well, she's the viking princess kind of chick, not you.

"Of course we don't." She snatches up a couple of stones from the riverbank and comes over to your fire pit, smirking as she drops to a knee. You sigh in defeat as she strikes her rocks together to create a few sparks, which in turn cause the mass of flammables to catch fire. When her attention has returned to her tent, it's properly burning.

"Man, do I feel dumb," you comment, going over to see if she needs assistance. She scoots over to let you help her out with the tent, and you notice something immediately: this isn't a very big tent. Either she was planning on being alone... or this is going to be a very intimate night. You hope it's the latter.

"Don't worry, as long you've got me, you don't need to know that."

Once the tent is finally pitched, you and Sarah pull a log up to the fire and sit, her head on your shoulder. Though the night isn't a cold one, the fire is more than just warmth. Its presence is pleasant and reassuring. Also, light. Light is good too.

Sarah digs through her backpack and, after a few minutes, groans in frustration. She tosses the bag to the ground and pinches the bridge of her nose, clearly annoyed with herself.

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot the food... fuck, I knew I was missing something!"

"We can head down to the lake and catch some fish," you offer helpfully, gesturing to the grand body of water down the way. Sarah shakes her head, sighing.

"I'm not lighting a torch so you can try to slice fish with your knife, (Y/N). At least, not tonight."

"Well, we both should've eaten dinner, so we're not going to starve, at least. And in the morning, you can teach me how to fish like a bear."

"Ha ha, fair. Still wanna go to the lake?"

"Sure."

Sarah offers you a hand up, and you take it. You know this place better than she does, but still she leads you to the edge of the waterfall, and you look down. The drop isn't far, but you'd rather not try that jump.

Suddenly, a pair of hands firmly push you forwards, off of the ledge. With a yell of panic, you straighten out as you hit the water. You come up gasping for air and cursing. Sarah's lucky you know how to swim.

"The fuck, Sarah?!"

"Gotcha!"

She jumps off the ledge and splashes right next to you, giving you a fresh coat of lake water. When her head breaks the surface, you return a favor and splash her right in the face. With a laugh she does it back, and this continues for a few minutes before you call a truce and lead her to more shallow water.

The two of you sit in the water staring up at the sky, and there's a long silence that accompanies this.

"Beautiful night, eh?" You ask, looking over at her. You lock eyes, and when it seems like you might kiss... she splashes you again. Son of a bitch.

"We should probably head back in. It's getting late, and I want our clothes dry before we get up tomorrow."

You and Sarah are in the tent (naked) and are lying in your respective sleeping bags. Though you've been lying down for nearly an hour, sleep evades you.

"Sarah?" you whisper softly, hoping she's not yet asleep. She shifts in her bag and turns over to face you, grabbing her phone for light.

"Yeah, (Y/N)?"

"Can't sleep, how about you?"

She plants her lips on yours, and the two of you share a long kiss. When she pulls away, it's clear to you why she invited you.

"I can't miss out on any alone time with you."

You pin her to the ground and begin to make out with her, but her tongue dominates yours. Slowly, you unzip her sleeping bag and stare down at your coveted prizes: those perfect breasts. You attack, squeezing them hard as you continue to kiss their owner. Sarah doesn't give you any satisfaction from a reaction, so you press harder into her.

"You're a tough girl, aren't you?"

"Of course... but how tough are you?"

Sarah rolls you over and slides down your legs, her face hovering right above your stiff cock. She strokes it a few times, smiling seductively at you.

"This'll be quick," she says confidently, challenging you to prove her wrong. Her lips touch the tip of your dick, and slowly they part around you and descend your length. Slowly she starts to suck your cock, looking up at you with every motion. The eye contact is even more arousing.

"Holy fucking shit," you moan, taken aback by her sheer skill. Her head bobs up and down on your rod, and you can see it glistening with her saliva in the glow of her phone's flashlight. You remember the last time you had sex with her, but this seems so much better than that had been.

Sarah's tongue swirls around your shaft as she continues to suck you off, and you feel your climax inching closer already. Finally, when she descends you all the way to the base of your length, you don't have much of a choice but to shoot your semen right into her waiting mouth.

"Told ya," she boasts, wiping her mouth. Right she is; you came within a few minutes, but you feel like a real winner here.

"You did. Now let's see how long you can last," you reply, planting her on her stomach and getting on your knees. You sink your cock into her from behind, and she moans loudly.

"Fuck! Harder (Y/N)!" she screams, losing control as you pound her big ass. As you ravage her snatch, you lean down and suck her neck, teasing her even more. She buries her face in her pillow, which doesn't do much to muffle her noises.

Her skin is still cold from the lake, but it doesn't bother you too much. Instead, you continually go harder and faster, quickening your pace with every few thrusts. Finally, you're fucking her so hard that you're unintentionally biting her neck, and her walls squeeze your dick. She turns her head to kiss you and screams into your mouth, her eyes tearing up.

You don't stop, even though you've both had an orgasm. You continue to thrust into her, giving her everything you've got, and your cock throbs with the desire to cum a second time. With a moan you're not very proud of, you blast into Sarah with another batch of warm cum.

"Fuck, that was so good," she pants, gasping for air. You pull out and sink into your sleeping bag, grinning to yourself. Neither of you are going to have much trouble sleeping now, but daybreak will be soon. Fuck.

"Tonight was fun, Sarah."

"Hold me, (Y/N)."

Sarah falls asleep cuddled up in your arms, and you do the same shortly after.