Bearing Your Burden (BBW Shifter Erotic Romance) (6 page)

“
You little
...” she threw the cum-stained towel at him, and then, realizing what it was, rushed to get it back before Nathan could come back and find it.

“Now, now... I leave you guys alone for five minutes, and you're already fighting?”

“That was never five minutes, bro! You had us so bored waiting on you, we had to find some way to keep ourselves entertained...”

“I'll bet the only one being entertained by your antics was you, isn't that right, Jenn?” When she could only blush and look away, tying the towel gingerly to the bottom of her backpack, he continued. “Well, anyway, sorry about the wait, but just wait a little longer – til you see what I've got in store for you guys this morning... I won't tell you any more. I'll let it be a surprise – to perk you up a bit, Jenn, since you've been having a tough time of it lately.”

Still unable to meet his eye, she slung the backpack heavily over one shoulder, and said:

“It's a lake, isn't it...”

Nathan threw a wounded glare at his younger brother.

“Karl!! You told her!”

“No, I swear I didn't! ...no, wait... did I?”

“
You little
...”

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The three of them walked past trees and streams, through thickets, and between boulders until they reached the mountain lake Nathan had so carefully sought out.

It was indeed just as beautiful as he had said – and then some. When you looked down at it, you might as well have been looking up, for it reflected the trees and mountains and sky above it like a mirror, and spread the bright noonday sun into a shimmering sea.

All the brightness and beauty, though, just made Jenn more uncomfortable, since it seemed to burn at the little knot of guilt inside her.

To compensate for not being able to look at him earlier, Jenn did a lot of staring at Nathan now. At first she did it (she told herself) to check for any signs that he suspected what they had been at when he'd returned to camp. After a while, though, even she had to admit she did it just because she wanted to.

He was the “head” to Karl's “tails”, the alpha to his omega, the
Harry Potter
to his
Game of Thrones
. Basically, they looked quite different.

Where Karl was dark and curly, Nathan was light and straight: his dirty blonde hair swept backwards almost to his shoulders, always tucked behind an ear on one side. His eyes were the grey of evening storm clouds, and his smile a shy affair, like the sun on an overcast day. He was several inches taller than Karl, and slimmer, though still sporting an athletic build. He was especially broad at the shoulders, and (Jenn remembered from one occasion, when he had bandaged an ankle she'd twisted when she was still just a kid) had very soft, long fingers, like a pianist's.

He kept on furrowing his brow, and asking if she was alright. She would avert her gaze, and mumble something, and feel even more guilty knowing that by doing so she was only making him worry more.

As the day passed into the afternoon, they descended from the heights into the foothills. When they finally stopped for a belated lunch, it was 3pm, and as hot as an oven.

Karl let his backpack drop from his shoulders, and immediately laid his head on it, pulled an arm over his eyes, and announced:

“I'm gonna go to sleep. Wake me up when you guys decide to leave.”

They had stopped by a little stream, and Nathan took off his boots and sat down with his feet in the water as he started to unwrap a pack of sandwiches.

Jenn realized this would be pretty much the first time during the trip she could sit down and chat with Nathan, just the two of them. She felt like she really wanted to do that.

Instead, she picked up the dirty towel from earlier that day, and said she needed to go powder her nose. (Though the term she used for it herself was a little more crude, Jenn generally being no shrinking violet... something like “I'm gonna go for a piss”...)

She followed the stream downhill for a minute or two, until she came to a clearing in which the stream collected into a little, stone-strewn pool. The water came up about to her knee.

She quickly stripped off and bent down in the pool, to wipe the still-lingering smell of sex off her, and try to salvage her towel as best she could from Karl's... influence.

She'd brought a small plastic bottle of body wash – the kind you find in hotel rooms – with her, and scrubbed vigorously with it under her armpits, on her neck and shoulders, and down her legs. After that, she scrubbed between her legs.

She spent a little longer on it than she might have normally, subconsciously feeling that someone could smell her juices from this morning.

Inevitably, though, her attention to the area brought up the muscle memory of how close she'd gotten to orgasm that morning, and how badly she'd needed it.

She had a quick glance round. There was no one watching, not even a squirrel.

...surely it'll be fine... it'll just take a minute or two... no one will ever notice...

She sat down on a small boulder in the pool, spread her legs, and set to work between them.

The schlicking sound of her fingers running up and down her opening, dipping in and out of her, and fluttering back and forth over her clit mingled with the tinkling rush of the streamlet at her ankles, and after a nervous first minute, she lost herself in the rhythm of it...

...lost herself so completely, that she didn't hear Nathan calling her name until he stepped into the clearing.

“–enn... Are you over here? Sorry if I'm disturbing you, only it's been almost fifteen minutes, and I was worried you might have hu– oh my god...”

Her eyes snapped belatedly open, and she turned to see Nathan with his mouth hanging halfway down to his navel, and a folded napkin lying dropped on the ground at his feet, with four neatly sliced sandwich quarters spilling out of it.

He'd been speaking loudly, to avoid just such an accident; the reason she hadn't heard him was that she was flirting ever closer to the brink of a much-delayed orgasm, and had been so intent on it that she'd blocked the world out.

The sight of him, and the nervous rush brought on by being discovered like this, drove her over the edge, and she came – a sharp, sudden jolt, not lasting long, but enough to make her legs go totally weak, so that she couldn't get up and run away like she so wished she could right now.

When you added to that the fear and shame she was feeling, there was only one thing which could happen next.

Her normally perfectly satisfactory control over her bladder failed her, in that moment of tension and release, and she let out a golden stream to join the one already eddying around her feet.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she squeaked out:

“don't... don't look!”

Nathan's jaw, if possible, had dropped lower, and his eyes were positively straining out of their sockets in shock.

“I... I... I...... I'm so sorry!!”

He turned to flee.

“wait... don't go...”

She was struggling a little for breath, and so didn't say it loudly... but something in the desperation of her voice got to him, and he froze in place – unable to turn around and look back at her, and unable to keep heading to the hills where he felt he belonged right now.

“If... if you go now... like this... I'll never be able to look you in the eyes again... so please... please don't go...”

Her words were partly obscured by sobs halfway through, but she managed to make her meaning clear.

Nathan gulped nervously, and managed an “Ok... I won't go...”, but still couldn't figure out what to do beyond that. He clenched his fists at his side, and kept on staring straight ahead, at the peeling bark of a perfectly unassuming tree.

He just stood there awkwardly, rigid, like a guard at Buckingham Palace, totally at a loss for how he could remedy the situation.

He was brought from the panicked vortex of his thoughts by the feel of a tug at his shirt, behind him.

The next second, he felt her head thump gently against his back, and her other hand grab for purchase beside it, as if she would fall over otherwise.

“J... Jenn?”

With a start, he realized she was crying. He heard her sniffling, and felt a little wetness seep through his shirt.

“Jenn, are you alright...?”

Of all the stupid questions...

He had to turn around slightly, to see her, and she practically fell into him, so that he had to grab hold of her to keep her steady.

When he noticed how she was trembling, there was no other choice but to wrap his arms around her, and make shushing noises in her ear as she sobbed quietly into his chest.

For Jenn, it was an unexpected, and unwelcome, but nevertheless necessary catharsis. Reduced to such a state of helplessness, she felt herself being purged of all the tensions of the last day, and the previous few months, when she wrestled with herself to finally make the decision which she needed to – for her own good, and ultimately, her leech of an ex's good, too.

As for Nathan... he had enough on his plate trying to distract himself from the fact he was holding a gorgeous, naked girl in his arms – that, and trying to hide his unmistakable and growing arousal from her, shifting his hips when it threatened to become to obvious.

A minute or two later, the sobs subsided, and the shivering with it.

“Jenn, are... are you OK?”

There was really nothing else he could think to say.

But he might as well have just listed the alphabet, for all it mattered. Because what she said next would have detonated dynamite under whatever words might have come out of his mouth.

She stared up at him, irresistibly lovable with her tear-stained cheeks and the stars swimming in her wet eyes.

She said it in a whisper – purely inadvertently, because she was so choked with emotion – but that didn't stop it from being utterly seductive.

“Nathan... kiss me...”

He stuttered a few words out, unwisely trying to talk before he had even had time to process what she'd said, or get over the shock.

When it finally, fully dawned on him, her eyes were drifting half-closed, and her lips were parting ever so slightly, and she was leaning into him ever so lightly...

He bent down, and placed his lips on hers. How could he have done anything else?

A shiver ran through her, and into him.

Her eyes slid open a fraction, as if to confirm the reality of his presence, before screwing shut. And then the kiss really began.

Her mouth hungered at his – nibbling his lips, tasting his tongue, swirling her own inside his mouth and inviting his into hers, gasping for breath and landing short, sweet kisses in quick succession before plunging back in.

She grabbed at his head, running her fingers through his hair, and drawing him ever downwards into her.

For his part, his hands roamed all over her soft flesh, feeling the goosebumps rush over her skin. He rejoiced at the mere feel of her, indulging in touching a body he'd longed for for so long.

Jenn's ardor was so strong that she was virtually climbing up him, until he moved his powerful arms under her, and picked her up.

He started to walk into the stream, and she held on more tightly to him, in a way that made him know she welcomed it when he leaned her against a boulder, all the better to take her.

They didn't break their kiss as they tore at his shirt together, popping a button off in their haste.

When he reached down to take off his pants, along with his soaked socks and shoes, she wrapped her arms around his muscled torso, and kissed his downy chest.

Within seconds, they were both naked. Jenn leaned back from him, to take in the beauty of his broad, tall form, his chiseled and dignified features, and the pulsating member arcing up from between his legs.

In the pause, Nathan had a moment of self-doubt. Was he going too fast? Is this what she wanted? The last thing he desired was to take advantage of a moment of weakness to–

Then Jenn spread her legs, and adjusted herself on the rock to allow him a better angle to fuck her.

The doubt evaporated like a droplet of water on a hot pan.

He walked up to her, and she actually reached out and grabbed him by the shaft, tugging him to her. She drew his head up and down over her oozing wet slit, wiggling it slightly left and right, feeling it catch on her labia and press on them, and finally part them, until he stood poised at her entrance.

He leaned onto the rock with her, with his elbows at her sides, and bent down to kiss her. Their lips met in a firm embrace. And he pushed himself inside her.