The Beautiful Kind

Camping in a lane between fields of soybeans is enough to make any red-blooded vegetarian horny, and my guy took full advantage of that.

It was night, and the fire was dying down. We spread a blanket out and shed our clothes. The gentle cooling breeze felt marvelous on our bare skin. I lay down on the blanket, and he lay on top of me, planting kisses on my face, neck, chest. The delicious smell of the burning wood was on his beard and skin - it was like being with Smokey the Bear.

As he moved on top of me, I looked up past his shoulder and saw all the dazzling stars pinpointed in the inky black sky. I really did feel like (a pretend) God was watching us, and that we were making love.

But of course I had to ruin the romance and make believe he was the older camp counselor dude who spent the day choosing which hot young camper he would steal away to seduce and nail after things settled down for the night.