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with them
for as long as the passion lasts? Even after this hike? Or will the emotions be
burned out in three days?
     
    * * * *
     
    Corey was walking behind Andy, watching her
clean, easy stride and neat little ass move smoothly ahead of him.
    I love the way she
walks. She’s hiking as easily as if it were the start of the first day, not the
end of the second. And both days have been reasonably demanding. When they
labeled this walk as one for experienced hikers they meant it. And she’s in my blood, too. Oh, I’m not as nuts as Derek, but I do see where he’s
coming from. I don’t want to lose her. Maybe, just maybe, she’s the one for
both of us. She’s good company, sensible and intelligent to talk to, and one
red-hot woman in bed.
    Yeah, we definitely
need to spend more time with her. Derek’s right about that.
     
    * * * *
     
    Striding in front of the others and digging the
heels of his boots hard in the dirt track with every step, was Derek.
    Goddammit, that
woman’s getting to me. I have to fuck her again. All I can think about is those
long, long legs wrapped around my waist, those pert little brownish-pink
nipples in my mouth and my cock deep in her cunt. Or maybe
her ass. Oh God yes—in her ass! And Corey pumping into
her too. Me in her ass, him in her cunt, my
arms around Corey’s shoulders and Andy sandwiched tightly between us. Oh yes,
that’s what I need. Shit, my cock is about to burst out of my pants. I’ve got
to stop thinking about her. About her mouth and the way she smiles and it
lights up her whole face and… Goddammit, here I go again.
     
    * * * *
     
    Once again the camp site was in a small valley
with a creek running through it providing clean, fresh water. A
tennis-court-size patch of grass backing onto a row of trees was an obvious
place to pitch the tent, and a nearby circle of blackened stones showed where
previous campers had set their fire.
    As on the previous night the men swiftly
pitched the tent and sorted out the food to be cooked, while Andy gathered
tinder and wood, set the fire and got it burning. And
she even managed to refrain from mentioning that it was all done before
darkness fell.
    Andy watched as Corey grabbed some pre-cut
twelve-inch squares of aluminum foil, folded them over his fist into pockets, then lined the
bottom of the pocket with thin slices of lemon.
    “This helps keep the
food from burning, as well as adding extra flavor to the meal,” he said.
    Next he added some
strips of dried beef, chopped potatoes and carrots cut small, peppers, onions,
a small can of beans and a few shakes of garlic, salt and pepper. He topped it
up with maybe a quarter-cup of water, folded the top edges of the packet closed
and set it directly into the hot coals.
    “It takes maybe half
an hour to cook. All the veggies slow roast in their
own juices,” he added.
    “And here I thought
pasta with dehydrated soup was a tasty meal.” Andy laughed.
    “Nah—just because we
have to carry everything and cook over a wood fire doesn’t mean we can’t have
some variety. Wait until you taste my apple pie on a stick. It’s to die for,” said
Corey.
    “To die
for, huh?”
    “Oh, yes. Put a
wooden skewer through the apple and roast it in the coals until the skin’s
brown and the juice is dripping out of the apple. Then roll it in cinnamon and
sugar. Belissima! ” He laughed, kissing his own fingertips extravagantly.
    “Is all your
underwear red?” asked Derek suddenly.
    Andy’s head whipped
around at this question that came out of nowhere.
    “What?”
    “Your
panties. They were red with lace around the top yesterday
and today they are a kind of plaidy red. And yesterday your bra was red with
lace on it. I haven’t seen your bra today yet, though,” he added with a touch
of expectancy.
    Andy’s face was as
red as her panties, but she could see from Derek’s eyes that he was being
serious and genuinely wanted to know. The three of them had talked a lot over
these two days