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  We did not say much sitting around the fire eating our fish from the skillet. The fragrant garlic, pepper and lemon salt gave the moist fish the perfect flavor. I think we were quiet because we were happy. But underneath there somewhere, the tension was rising. We were quiet because we were thinking about spending the night in that two-man tent. I don’t know where the day went but it flew by. The sun had gone down over the lake and now the Whippoorwills were singing to us. At least, that is what Bullet called them. “Did you know that my father’s cabin was just 5 miles from here? We spent a lot of summers up at Heron Lake. That seems like a long time ago. He was all over that lake fishing from one side to the other.” He didn’t sound sad; it was more of an observation than anything.

  “And now you are continuing in his footsteps, only you have a different lake. You can fish from one side to the other and spend your summers up here,” I told him in between nibbles. The fish was hot and delicious. It was so hot it was almost too hot to eat but so delicious you couldn’t stop eating it. I told him so and we laughed about that. I wondered why someone who loves living out in the wilderness so much would want to take a job as a surgeon, which would obviously take him far from home. I toyed with the idea of asking him. Since our conversation yesterday, he seemed more willing to talk about those tough subjects. But before I could ask him he made his own observation on that subject.

  “I really miss living up here. Every time I hop on a plane I wish it was headed to Blue Lake but my work takes me elsewhere.”

  “Surely not forever. You seem so, so different up here. It’s like the guy in the city is not real somehow but this guy right now is real. Can you see a future doing anything else other than cosmetic surgery? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

  He thought about the question and said, “I don’t see how. Everything I have, everything I do takes me away from here. I guess some day it will all work out.” He had a winsome smile but I detected a tinge of regret in his voice.

  “Another beer?” I dug in the cooler for two more bottles.

  “What the heck? I didn’t have to worry about driving out here. I can afford to have a few brewskis.”

  I giggled at the idea of drinking brewskis. I think the word is just funny. Whoa! My head is a little light. Hey! Speaking of lights... “Do you have any lanterns? You know, for the tent?”

  “Yes we do, but you don’t want to use them right now.”

  “Well why not? I want there to be some light around here and it’s getting pretty dark.”

  “As a professional fisherman, you should know that lights attract bugs. When you can, use your lanterns sparingly. It is best to go by firelight when possible otherwise, you will attract every bug in a fifty yard radius right to your tents.”

  “Oh,” I said in an exaggerated way. Man, was I toasted or what? “I did not know that, sir. Thank you for sharing your knowledge with me. Now I have to pee. May I have a lantern so I can go pee?” Uh-oh, I feel the giggles coming on. I’ve definitely had my limit.

  “The restroom is right there but if you are feeling more like a nature girl, pick a tree—any tree. Whichever you choose, take a flashlight and a roll of toilet paper with you. Before you squat, look on the ground. Do not wipe your bottom with a leaf of any kind. There are plenty of poisonous plants around here that can leave a serious itchy rash behind.”

  Giggle. He said, “Behind.” I took another big swig of my beer. It tasted so delicious after all that fish. “Well that would put the kibosh on what I have planned.”

  Bullet sat on the side of the picnic table and stared at me with a devilish grin. “What did you have planned, Lilly? Tell me!” He grabbed my hand and tried to pull me to him. I giggled again.

  “Nope, you have to wait. Remember, I have got to pee now. So I am off. Be back in a second but if you hear a bear, come running.” I giggled into the woods, bypassing the outhouse completely. “Screw you, bear! I’m peeing in the woods!” I yelled. Well, if there were any bears around here, they were running for their lives now. I was a master fisherman and a killer bear catcher! They better look out! I giggled and fell over.

  “Lilly, you okay?”

  “Yes, I’ll be there in a second.” I got up and managed to get my pants back up. Okay, enough was enough. I had to calm down now. I knew what would help—skinny dipping! That seemed like an intelligent and great idea. I slid my pants, shirt and panties off. I hadn’t bothered with a bra today. Bullet thought my breasts were perfect. That was nice. I walked back to the camp butt naked, and tossed my clothing on the picnic table. Bullet grinned at seeing his drunken girlfriend, (Wait, was I his girlfriend?) walking into the camp site wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

  “I have a great idea! We have fish all over her fingers and we smell like garlic. Let’s go skinny dipping! Come on, Bullet.”

  “Don’t you think it might be a little cold, Lilly?” He didn’t actually disagree with me; he took off his clothing and tossed them on the table with mine. It was obvious that he wanted me. Couldn’t hide that too well, could he?”

  “Not if we jump in, right? We didn’t see any wild animals around here today so it should be safe.” I was an expert now that I had a few beers and caught a fish.

  He laughed at me. “Like I told you, you are the boss. Whatever you say but you have to jump in first.”

  “Unlike you, cowardly camper, I am not afraid!” I took off running full speed, my perfect bottom (as he called it) bouncing, my golden hair fluttering down my back. In just a few seconds, I was at the end of the dock and without pausing, was in the cold water, landing with a large splash. Once I came back up, I screamed in shock. “Oh my God! Oh my God! That is so cold!” And now I was sober, and I could see that Bullet wasn’t jumping in there, no how, now way. Smart guy!

  With my teeth chattering, I said, “C-come on in Bullet. It’s not cold I promise you.”

  He stood on the pier watching me. “Don’t think for a minute that I doubt your honesty but no way am I going in there. That water is freezing once the sun goes down. It’s too late in summer to get ideas about skinny dipping. Why don’t you come on out and I will dry your hair by the fire. This way, here’s the ladder.”

  “I cannot believe how cold that water is. Why didn’t you tell me?” I laughed and flung cold water off my body on his bare skin. “Hey! Stop that!” I slung my wet cold hair on him laughing.

  “Keep it up! And I won’t tell you where they are.”

  “Don’t you worry! I brought towels of my own.” I dug in a bag and pulled out two towels, one for my hair and one for my body.

  “Hold on I am pretty sure that those are my towels.” He snatched them from me playfully. I smacked his bare bottom. “Give me the towels.” He held the towels over my head and laughed. I smacked his bottom again.

  “You better stop that — I like it.”

  “I’m so happy to hear that because there is plenty more where that came from.” I tried to pop him again but he was too fast for me; as a matter of fact his hand landed on my bottom. “You will pay for that Bullet Steinmann.” I put my hands on my hips, my hair dripping down my back. I was cold but I didn’t care — this was fun!

  “Okay, truce. I will share the towels with you but let’s go rinse the mud off of our feet and put our sandals on. Then we can come back and dry in front of the fire — unless you want me to smack your bottom again.”

  “Hmmm…yes, but just not right now. I’m freezing! In case you didn’t know it.” We walked down to the lake again, rinsing off the mud from our feet. I slid my feet in my sandals and we walked back, wrapped in towels. Fortunately, there weren’t too many mosquitos around to terrorize us. Around the fire pit were two fold up chairs we’d brought. They were sling style chairs with cup holders and recliners at the feet. Wrapped up in my super-sized towel, I felt warm and relaxed. I stretched back in the chair and looked up at the sky above me. It was loaded with stars, some flashed, some burned steady, some flared and disappeared. It was like we had a s
tar garden right over our heads. It was wonderful!

  At some point, Bullet walked over and stood behind me. He eased my hair over the side of the chair and began to comb it for me. I knew he liked doing things like this; he did it in the shower the other day. I liked him shampooing me and caring for me. I sat quietly and allowed him to do his work. I bet to myself that if I turned around, I would see his penis, hard and erect. I think it excited him. I thought that was sweet that taking care of me turned him on. Before long, my long tresses were tangle free. I needed a shampoo but I wasn’t getting back into that water tonight. It would have to wait until I got back to the cabin. Ah…yes, a hot shower would be heaven.

  When the hair brushing was over, Bullet began to rub my shoulders. I sat up in the chair a little more to give him greater access to those areas. I murmured happily when he finished. “That was nice. Okay, your turn.” I vacated the chair and made him sit down. I stood behind him and playfully rubbed my breasts in his hair. He tried to turn around to play with them but I told him no. “This first, before anything else.” Carefully, I rubbed his shoulders, then his neck. I had him lean back in the chair and I rubbed his temples too.

  Suddenly, Bullet was up and out of the chair. “That’s enough of that. Let’s go where we can have some privacy. Unless you want to do it right here by the fire.”

  “Do what? Oh…” The cold water must have made my brain slow or it could have been the beer. Smiling, I grabbed his hand and together we walked to the tent, naked, like two Bohemians. We unrolled the bags, checking them first for pests then climbed in and zipped up the tent. It was just the two of us, in our own naked world; it was quiet except for the sounds from the forest. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. I pushed him down on the soft sleeping bag and straddled him. His hands flew to my breasts, naturally and he played with them, gently squeezing them and touching the nipples lightly. I could feel his hardness beneath me and my moist thighs were dying to have him enter me. I rarely got the opportunity to try different positions but with Bullet, I knew I would not be embarrassed or humiliated. As smoothly as I could I turned around so my bottom faced him. I heard him moan appreciatively as I slid him inside me. Bullet raised his knees slightly, giving me something to hold on to. I grasped his knees, using them as leverage to move myself up and down, rotating my hips slowly as I did.

  He was so large that I could not take him all in one stroke, at least not at first but slowly, I felt myself opening, like a rose bud around him. His warm hands grabbed my rear and he guided my thrusts. He squeezed my cheeks and gave my bottom a smack. It was warm where he stung me and for some reason, I found that exciting. “Do it again!” I said in a hoarse whisper. He did and I groaned and rode him harder, bouncing up and down on his muscular body. Soon, my thighs trembled and I felt the orgasm rising inside me. “Oh, oh, oh!” He clamped his hands around my waist and pushed himself up to give me more of him. I rode out my climax, bouncing clumsily on his groin until I felt limp.

  Bullet pulled me toward him, he was still hard. I could feel him pressed against my thigh. “What about me? You have to take care of me too, Lilly.”

  “Oh yes, I want to. That was just…” Without any words, Bullet had me bent over on all fours. He was behind me, his penis rubbing against my bottom. I knew what he wanted but I was not ready to try that yet. I guess he sensed my hesitancy because he drove himself into me. I gasped again at the size of him. As he sent thrust after thrust into my warmness, his fingers rubbed my ass and I could feel my excitement growing again. He slipped the tip of a finger in and I almost climbed up the tent, it was so thrilling. I couldn’t believe how this man knew what buttons to push on me. He was all man and he knew how to turn me on—better than I did. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. “One day, you’ll let me have that, won’t you, Lilly?”

  “Yes! Yes, Bullet! I will.” He lifted my left leg up to play with my clitoris, rubbing it skillfully as he continued to pound on me. I grasped my own breast from the excitement and flipped my wild blonde hair out of my face. He liked my hair, I knew that. Just when I was on the cusp of orgasm again, he lowered my leg and grabbed me by the back of my hair. It didn’t hurt, he just grabbed enough to let me know that he was now dominating me.

  “Oh! I am going to cum again!” I could hardly believe it. Bullet’s hands slapped my bottom and he fucked me as hard as he ever had. Shuddering again, I lay on the sleeping bag as he made the last few strokes and released his orgasm with a loud groan. If there were any bears nearby, they left. We were two noisy lovers tonight.

  Bullet fell on the sleeping bag beside me, his hand reaching for my hair. He buried his face in it and kissed my cheek. “Sweet, sweet Lilly.”

  All I could say was, “Mmm…”

  Chapter Ten

  Bullet

  Lilly Brightwood was my Kryptonite and I don’t even think she realized it. That’s what makes her so attractive I think. She doesn’t even know how beautiful she is, unlike many women I have met. Lying snuggled in her sleeping bag, she looked like an angel, a dirty angel who wasn’t afraid to make me happy. I pulled on my pants and sat on my knees digging for my shirt in my backpack. “Hey, where you going?” She unzipped her sleeping bag and stretched like a big golden cat.

  “Nowhere, just getting dressed. I thought we’d head back to the cabin, get showered up and head in to town. I did promise you a tour of our two stoplights, right?”

  She chuckled sleepily, “Yes, you did.” She sat up, tossing her blonde mane behind her; I could see her pretty pink nipples. “Hand me my bag?” I gave her the pink backpack and pulled on a t-shirt. I could feel her watching me; I hoped she liked what she saw. “So, tomorrow we go home. You ready to return to civilization?” I wanted her to say, “No, I want to stay with you here in the middle of nowhere” but I knew that was not very likely.

  “Well we can’t stay here forever, can we? I do miss the coffee shop but I have to say fish fried over a fire is delicious.” She buttoned up her shirt and slid on a pair of panties.

  “Is that all you will miss? My excellent cooking?” I pulled on my socks and shook my shoes before sliding my feet in. Yeah, I was fishing for compliments. I’m not proud of that but hey, she didn’t talk much about my skills in the bedroom. Well, except that once.

  “Will this be over when we get back? I’m not sure what you are thinking. In the beginning my only obligation was to keep you interested in exchange for you agreeing to do my surgery. What has changed?” She shook out her worn jeans and put them on. I handed her her socks and shoes shaking them out before I gave them to her. Spiders loved to hide out in shoes and so far, Lilly had been a wild creature magnet. What did I expect from this sex-cation? She had certainly delivered on her end. I was more interested in her than she probably knew or that I wanted to admit. I wasn’t sure if she really had given up the idea of having surgery but I knew that whether she did or didn’t she would still be beautiful to me. I abandoned the idea of trying to tell Lilly what to do with her body. So what should I say to the pretty blonde sitting in the tent with me, right now? Honesty—she wants honesty.

  I sighed and sat on the sleeping bag next to her. “You wanted honesty so I’m going to give it to you. Keep in mind I don’t mean to hurt your feelings — you know I like you.” She smiled showing perfect white teeth and nodded her head. “Right here, in this place my head is pretty clear; I know that I want to be close to you, whatever that might mean. But tomorrow, everything changes. It’s back to the fast-paced life that I created for myself — not a life that allows for a girlfriend or a relationship. I have surrounded myself with friends and things that allow me to be ‘the’ Bullet Steinmann, cold, aloof and alone. I guess what I’m saying is, I know how I feel at this moment but I don’t know what I will feel tomorrow. Saying that out loud makes me sound like a jackass but I want to be honest with you because you asked me to tell you the truth. You are more than I bargained for, Lilly Brightwood.”

  She wiped a tear from her eye but t
he smile held in place. “Thanks for being honest with me. That’s all I wanted to know.” She stared into her petite hands, thinking about something, obviously.

  “Now what about you? I guess once you get back you will forget all about me or will you still go through with your original plans?” Lilly couldn’t leave me hanging. I had to know how she thought about us.

  “My turn to be honest now? I am not going to have the surgery. Spending this time with you was what I needed to…well, feel sexy again. I guess although cosmetic surgery is right for some, I don’t really need it—however, when I’m forty and things start to hang, I might reconsider that decision. Or if I have kids someday.” I could hardly contain myself. She was making the right decision—her body was flawless already. “About you and I, that’s tougher. I know all about your past, well some of it anyway. Enough to know you haven’t been living like a monk. I get that. You are handsome, successful and goodness knows you are skilled at lovemaking.” I grinned some more. “I guess if there were ever a Bullet and Lilly type-relationship, I would make room for it but you would be like a wrecking ball in my peaceful life. I’ve got my symphony friends, my sporting club, Kate…adding a Bullet Steinmann would definitely change things. I don’t know how I feel about that.”

  “Oh, that’s pretty honest.” That was not the answer I expected. I thought for sure she’d want to continue our association after our time together was over. I wanted to but it sounded like she didn’t. What the hell was that about?

  “I’ve already dated someone a lot like you, Bullet. Evan was gorgeous, smart, the top of his class and—unfortunately, he had a way with the ladies. No one could tell him no, ever. I thought we were in a monogamous relationship but it turns out I was wrong, completely wrong. I’m not saying you are just like Evan but then again you might be. Do you think that after all these years of being single you could be a one-woman man?”