Kat and I Go on a Camping Trip

I asked Kat out on our first date in May of 1978. I had known her for a few years, but she had been dating Steve, a friend of mine from high school. But she caught him cheating when she surprised him with a visit to Kent State. We were all just this side or that side of twenty years old.

I was making pizzas at one of those places that delivers in thirty minutes or it’s free. She came in just after closing time on a slow night. I had forgotten to lock the door and turn off the sign, but my register was already in the back office.

“Hi Kat, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Can you make me a pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese and extra sauce?”

I knew I shouldn’t, but seeing her standing there, I knew that I would. She was the perfect girl-next-door type; long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, about five foot five and filling out her tube-top and short shorts with all the right curves. What would you have done?

“Technically, I can’t coz we’re closed,” I said, and her smile started to fade. “My register is already in the back, but I can do you a favor, if you’ll do one for me.”

She looked at me suspiciously. “What’s the favor?”

“Let me take you out sometime,” I said, “and I’ll even make it for free.” Her smile came back, but it had a more mischievous curl.

“So, is this how you get girls to go out with you? Does this actually work?”

“Well, I’m hoping it will work with you,” I replied. “But this is the first time I’ve tried this, so we’ll see.” I came out from behind the counter, and as I locked the door so no one else would come in, I said, “So, do we have a deal?”

“It better be a good pizza, but sure. Why not?”

She watched while I pounded the dough, spinning and flipping it above my head, then laid out the sauce, cheese, and put the pepperoni on like I was dealing cards in Vegas. I grabbed two handfuls of ‘shrooms and shook my hands over the ‘za, and like magic, got them scattered evenly in one go. I put some more cheese over the top.

“Have you ever put magic mushrooms on one of those?” she asked, as I slid it into the oven.

“I think that would be a bit heavy,” I said. I moved closer to her and could smell her perfume–sandalwood and patchouli. I dropped my voice so only she could hear. “And besides, I don’t have any.”

She seemed a little disappointed.

“But I do have some blotter acid.”

The look on her pretty face was inviting and eager. “Oh, I’ve never done that. Is it like ‘shrooms?”

“Even better,” I said as I put her pie in the oven. “In fact, I’m going camping this weekend. It’s much cooler to do it in nature, so do you wanna come along? Randy and Lori are going to be out there, I think, so we can make it a double date.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “Sure, I love camping.”

I wasn’t surprised. Everybody loved camping in rural Ohio. It was cheap, there were a lot of sites, both public and private, and not much else to do. Concerts were a luxury, not because they were expensive, but because they didn’t come around very often, and the nearest place to see a band was over an hour’s drive on a two-lane highway.

So, while she waited, she gave me her number and address, and we made arrangements for me to pick her up.

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Saturday morning, I packed up my old 1964 Rambler American with my tent, sleeping bags, a cooler full of ice and some wine coolers, which were a big fad back then, and, wrapped in plastic and aluminum foil, eight hits of goony bird blotter acid and headed over to Kat’s place.

She was sitting on the front porch in her daisy maes, a bikini top that was a size too small, and her long blonde hair done up in a ponytail. The flannel shirt over her shoulders was unbuttoned and tied around her midriff, which made her cleavage all the more noticeable. She had no makeup on, and didn’t need any. I could see her freckles reflected in her mirrored sunglasses. She looked good enough to eat, and I was pretty sure that she was on the menu, if I played my cards right. What happened next, left me with no doubts.

I got out and met her as she came around the car, opened her door and dropped her backpack into the back seat. I took a Salem out of the pack in my shirt pocket and handed it to her, but she stuck it behind her ear. Then gave me a kiss.

The kiss started out quickly, but a few minutes later, we were still tasting each other’s tongues. I felt light-headed and had to come up for air. “Wow, that was some kiss!”

“Well, if we have fun, you might get another.” Kat had a devious smile that went under her sunglasses.

“Oh, I guarantee, we’re gonna have fun.” I closed her door, got back in, started the Rambler, and we took off.

I lit up a doobie of some Thai Stick and passed it to her. Back then, Mexican was about all you could get in Ohio, but I knew the right people, so we got a good buzz going. I put in the “Rumours” tape from Fleetwood Mac, as we cruised down Hanley Road. She started singing “Go Your Own Way” and it was so bad that I started singing, too. We were so off-key, we cracked each other up. I flipped the güvenilir bahis tape. By the time “Gold Dust Woman” came on, we were sung out. She slid over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. We just enjoyed the closeness as the road wound around the hills and the tree branches blocked out the bright sun.

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Randy and Lori were already there, and had their tent set up on the most level spot when we got to the clearing. Lori had naturally curly red hair in tight ringlets, and not just on her head, but also peeking out from under her arms–the perfect hippie chick.

“Hi Randy,” I said as I got out. “Nice tie-dye, Lori.”

Randy, like me, had on canvas cargo shorts, a flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap.

“You got here early and got the best spot.” I opened the trunk and started setting up camp on the other level spot, about twenty yards away, right at the crest of the sixty-foot cliff that overlooked the waterfall.

“The early bird and all that,” Randy said with a smirk. “Did you bring it?”

I pulled the cooler out of the trunk, looking dismayed. “Oh no! Shit, shit, shit!” I frantically checked my pockets, then threw open the cooler and tossed him a wine cooler. Then I pulled out the plastic bag with the foil packet inside it, and it was my turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t forget this.”

I put it back and passed out the first round of wine coolers. Kat and Lori took theirs and went to a sunny spot on the other side of the waterfall to work on their tans, while I set up the tent.

“Hey, we should get some more firewood for tonight,” I said.

Randy had already gathered some, but it wasn’t enough, so we took off up the trail and carried armloads of sticks and branches back to the camp until we had stacked enough to last the night.

“Hey, I got some Thai Stick yesterday,” and pulled a joint from my shirt pocket and fired it up.

Randy whistled, one of those piercing, three-fingers in your mouth whistles, and barked, “Are we going to wait all day to get high, or what?”

A moment later, Kat and Lori came jogging down the path. We found places to sit in the shade, and I handed out four more wine coolers. Three coolers for each of us and another joint while Randy and I made faces and the girls gossiped about everyone they knew.

Randy looked at me and said, “Hey, I’m going to make a small fire and start some grub.”

“I think I’m going to take Kat down to the waterfall and get wet, if I can distract her from Lori.”

“I think I can help you with that,” he said, and called out. “Lori, you wanna help me make some lunch?”

“Kat,” I said, “why don’t we take a little hike and get wet under the waterfall?”

They looked over at us, giggled, and kept talking.

I grabbed some towels and walked over to them. “There’s something I want to show you down there.”

“What?”

“It’s a surprise. Lori knows, and I think you’ll like it.”

Lori looked up at me like I was intruding on their girl-time, then she got it.

“Oh, I know what he wants to show you,” she said, with a grin. “You should go.”

Kat stood up and looked at me dubiously.

“Well, if she’s already seen your dick, then you show it to me right here.”

“I might show you my dick down there, but that’s not what I’m taking you down to see,” I told her. “And Lori has not seen it before.” I turned to her and offered my hand to help her get up.

“But if you ever want to…” I said, and laughed.

She took my hand and stood up.

“If it’s bigger than Randy’s, it would only be for curiosity. I almost can’t handle the monster he’s got.”

As she walked by, I took a swat at her ass, and missed. I offered my hand to Kat and she took it, but watched Lori head over to Randy as she stood up.

“So, Randy has a bigger dick than you?” she asked, with a smirk.

Randy and I had gym class in high school, so I had to admit it was true. “Not that much bigger, put your eyes back in your pretty little head,” I said, and slapped her on her ass.

She turned around quickly, her cheeks flushing red.

“How did you know I liked that,” she whispered. “Did Steve talk about me to you?”

“No, he didn’t tell me anything.” And then it was my turn to smirk, “But, you just did.” I handed her a towel and started walking.

We followed the steep and narrow trail that led to the catch pool, rigged on the billowy pines and firs, and listened to the enticing sound of the water. The pool was deep enough to swim in, swollen from spring rain. She peeled off her flannel shirt, and unbuttoned her shorts.

“Hey,” she said with a wink, “should we skinny dip?” She reached up to untie her bikini top. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours…”

We did a little striptease for each other. She took of off her top as I pulled my T-shirt over my head.

“Can I touch those,” I asked, moving towards her.

“If you don’t, it’s going to be a long and boring weekend,” she replied, taking a step towards me. “After all, you promised me some fun.”

She yasal bahis siteleri held out her hand and I took it and spun her towards me, her back meeting my chest; and I grabbed her tits, kneading them, squeezing her nipples, and rubbing my growing erection against her ass. She rubbed against me and her unbuttoned shorts started to slip down her waist. On their way down, I grabbed her ass and spun her around for a kiss.

“Fresh,” she said.

“No, cheeky,” I replied.

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into my mouth. No one had ever done that before, and I liked it, so I gave her another swat in appreciation and she backed away.

“So now you’ve seen mine.” She did a little pirouette and kicked her shorts off her ankle.

“My turn, then.” I pulled my shorts down over my eight-inch cock and threw them on top of hers. “Acceptable?” I asked.

She grabbed my crank and gave it a yank.

“That is more than acceptable,” she said with a smile. “So let’s cool off before we get too hot.” She slowly backed into the pool, her nipples standing more erect with each step. “Coming?”

“Several times, I hope,” I muttered, and followed her. We splashed around and submerged, letting the cool water wash over us.

“Hey, follow me if you want to see something cool.” I ducked under the falling water. Kat dove under the surface and caught up to me. We followed the wall to a wide crevice then climbed three feet up the wall, where we disappeared into a crack.

Inside the narrow space, I turned a corner into a somewhat larger space, then another corner and into a large cave. It was pitch dark inside, but I knew a flashlight, an oil lantern and lighter sat just inside on a rock shelf. I found the lighter first, and lit the lantern to illuminate the space for Kat. As she rounded the corner, she could see the eighty-foot deep cavern and its twenty-foot tall ceiling.

“I had no idea this was here,” Kat said.

“Not many people do. It’s a secret,” I said. “The waterfall is private property, but the campsite is part of the state park. Randy introduced me to the owner. We’ve only told a few people, otherwise it would be full of trash.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” I said, as I took her into my arms and kissed her, but something was coming between us. She reached down and stroked it.

“Mmmmm.” She dropped to her knees and put the head in her mouth, giggling as it began to grow. She licked my glans and wrapped her tongue around the head, then up and down the shaft, gently palming my balls with one hand and encircling my girth with the other. “Such a big fat cock for me to play with.” She took me back into her mouth, drawing me in deeper.

I realized that if she kept that up, I was going to cum, and way too soon.

“I want to play, too.” I guided her to a nearby shelf of rock. “Lie down, I want to taste you.” I kissed my way to her ear and warmed it with my breath. “All of you,” I whispered, then kissed my way down her neck and playfully nibbled on her shoulder.

She arched her back, lifting her breasts up, but I resisted her invitation and made my way around her throat and gently bit her other shoulder. I slowly kissed and licked my way down, cupping her breast in my hand and gathered her jutting nipple into my mouth. As I sucked I pinched the other, and listened to her encouraging moans. I reached down and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy.

“I like that,” she whispered, “but I want more.”

At that moment, I heard Randy’s voice.

“Lori and I made this food, and you better come eat some of it, or she’ll be pissed,” he said, as he poked his head into the cavern. “Oh, um, I see you’re already eating, but you can do that later. Lunch is getting cold, so c’mon.”

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After lunch, we smoked another couple of joints, made fun of people we all knew, and played a couple games of Euchre. As the afternoon faded into evening, I asked the question everyone had been waiting for.

“So you guys ready to trip, or what?”

Everyone was ready. I took out the plastic bag and the foil wrapper inside it, and revealed the print–a cartoon airliner with a yellow circle around it, freshly printed, still bright against the white paper.

Randy, Lori, and I had tripped together a lot over the last few years, so I cut two squares for each of them, another two for me, then handed one square to Kat. She pouted.

“Why do I only get one?”

“Because you are a virgin, and this is really fresh, and strong.” I wrapped up the last tab in foil and stuck it into her shirt pocket (and copped a feel, too). “If you think you need more, you can take it later.”

Randy and Lori stuck their tabs between their cheek and gums, under their upper lips.

“See what they did?” I asked Kat. “Don’t swallow it. Treat it like chewing tobacco, and just let it sit up there while we drink and smoke.”

“Why?”

I didn’t really know why, but that was the way we always did it. “Tradition,” I said, trying to sound wise. Randy and Lori started kissing and swapping kaçak bahis siteleri spit. I reached over and planted my tongue in Kat’s mouth. “This is tradition, too.” After a few minutes, she stopped and gave me a weird look.

“Our spit tastes funny,” she said. “It doesn’t taste bad, but it tastes…funny.” And she started to giggle. Soon, we were in a world made up of lips and tongues.

The giggles eventually got the better of both of us, and what was going on behind our closed eyes was more interesting than kissing. We both lay back under a tree and watched the kaleidoscope that was emerging behind our eyelids, until I heard Kat gasp.

“Hey, where did they go?” she asked.

I looked up, and our camping buddies had split. I perked up my ears, but what I heard was a low, harmonic hum coming from the trees. Then I heard a splash and a high-pitched squeal.

“Oh, they went down the trail and are getting under the waterfall! You wanna go down? It’s really cool down there, and the water…”

She looked kind of disoriented all of a sudden, almost like I was speaking in a foreign language, and she didn’t understand me.

I pulled out a Salem and lit it, took a long drag and handed it to her. She took it, grateful for something familiar to do, and had a long drag herself. The nicotine calmed her nerves and she settled back in my arms.

“I actually want to stay right here for a little bit. We can always go down there, right?” she said, and took another drag from the Salem. She closed her eyes, then breathed deeply for a few minutes. I pulled the Salem out of her fingers before it ashed on her, and she didn’t seem to notice. I smoked the last of it and threw the butt in the fire pit. I stroked her hair, and she let out a happy sigh, so I closed my eyes, too.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can still see, but it’s not the woods. I feel like I am in a vast gothic cathedral, but the entire church is made out of exquisite stained glass. I can feel Kat beside me, lying in the crook of my arm, but she seems far away and I want to close the gap. So the stained glass becomes a fluid and moves and I can hear her humming and getting closer.

I feel like I’m crossing a huge playground–spiral merry-go-rounds and monkey bars that branch off in directions that I can’t see but I know are there. The reflections of the monkey bars in the concrete become other branches, sometimes branches of trees, sometimes staircases leading–I don’t know where. I can still hear her humming beside me–now she is beside me on the swing set and we start swinging in perfect sync leaning back in the swing when we get to the top feeling gravity pull us back faster and faster pumping our legs. When we get to the backswing, the sky is pulsing with spirals and fish and clouds that become our swing seats and the chains are soft, like feathers, and she is above me on the monkey bars, her long blonde hair wraps around me like silk.

She says, “Hey, do you have another cigarette?”

I open my eyes, get the pack out, and realize that we aren’t moving at all–my watch is knocking on my wrist, the hands are moving backward.

“Sure I’ve got them right here,” I say.

I light one and hand it to her–realizing my eyes are still closed and when I open them, now I can see her staring down at me, her pupils crowding out all the blue–now she has deep obsidian pools in her head, staring right into my soul. She laughs like the sound that wrapping paper makes on a birthday present.

She says, “Hey, thanks for swinging with me.”

She hands me the cigarette back but it’s out now and I can’t find my lighter.

She keeps laughing, saying, “It’s in your hand” but I don’t understand because I know where the cigarette is–I put it in my mouth–but I don’t see my hands anywhere.

She snaps her fingers to light it and I take a hit and hand it to her and she keeps looking at me and laughing and says,”I’m going to take the other hit, but I have to pee.”

She stands up and starts walking up the path. I follow her and she steps a few paces off, pulls her shorts down and squats to take a piss right in front of me. The whole time, she is looking at the tent pole that is pushing my cargo shorts to attention; but instead of pulling her pants up as she finishes, she steps out of them, turns around, grabs a tree, and shakes her ass.

Without thinking, I step out of my shorts, releasing my eight-inch boner. I step up behind her and gently push two fingers inside her. She is sopping wet, and it isn’t urine. I push my cock into her and she moans, clutching the tree even lower, raising her ass up to take me deeper. I undo the knot of her flannel shirt and her bikini top. I grab her tits and pinch her nipples, eliciting further gasps and start pumping into her, becoming lost in the connection between our sex, our heart hearts, and our minds.

She becomes a part of me and I of her–we move together in an eternity of sensation. My dick becomes a part of her nervous system–I am feeling what she is feeling, I know when to thrust and when to be gentle, I feel what she feels when I’m pulling on her tits, and when I get deeply into her, moving from side to side instead of in and out, and her mounting excitement, getting closer to orgasm–but I don’t let her, stopping over and over again, keeping her at the edge without letting her cross over.

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