A loud, startling buzz accompanying an electronic surge announced the darkness that fell on her in an instant. Trisha squealed as she tried to jump to her feet. Pain seared across her knee as she smacked the body part against the table. “Ow.” She hopped around on one foot, trying not to fall, but then tripping over something she couldn’t see. “Fuck!” She belly-flopped face first. Her nose smacked into a pillow stacked on the floor with some blankets. The clank of one beer bottle being displaced by her left hand failed to warn her of the partially full one her body’s inertia toppled next to her, leaving Trisha’s chest a wet mess, stinking of alcohol.
“Son-of-a-mother-fucking-bitch!” Her curse served to dispel her tension rather than call out anyone in particular as she rolled over on her back. She groaned at the mild pain resounded in her muscles and bones, equally displeased by the damp playing cards adhering to her skin at various places on her body. Her face burned with embarrassment as she realized her mortifying predicament was of her own making. While looking upward, she stared at the darkness covering the ceiling above. I’m such a clumsy jackass.
“Trish! Are you all right?” She turned her head in the direction of Tommy’s frantic-sounding voice. Ken flicked a cigarette lighter, illuminating his face.
“Here.” She groaned in abject humiliation, covering her face with both hands.
“Are you hurt?” Tommy turned on a nearby camping lantern.
“Just my pride, but now I’m filthy, soggy, and miserable.” Her eyes welled up as she reached out, grabbing Ken’s bare ankle. “Please don’t leave me again.”
He knelt beside her, touching her cheek. “Sorry.”
She propped up on her elbows and huffed before pushing off to sit upright. Running her hand back through her sandy hair, she pushed the mess of curls back away from her face before she flicked a card off her forearm. “It’s not your fault I can’t walk two feet in the dark without falling on my face.” She scoffed, glancing toward Tommy and catching him staring at her. Oh yeah, I don’t have on any fucking pants, and Tommy’s shirt is now bunched up around my waist.Trisha Harper—One Woman Wet T-shirt contest. While pulling down on the beer-splattered undershirt, she rolled her eyes and scolded him. “Seriously?”
Ken jumped into action. “There should still be some hot water in the tank, and we have some candles. I’ll run you a bath and set everything up for you.”
Trisha flashed a smile his way. “Thanks, Kenny.”
As he headed back toward his room, he stopped abruptly, glancing over his shoulder. “Will you help her get there, Tommy?”
“Of course,” Tommy nodded. Another look Trisha couldn’t read passed between the two, but at least they were working together again. Thank God! The synergy’s back! From here on out, she would have to be more honest about her feelings and let the chips fall where they may. She grasped the hand Tommy offered, accepting his help as he pulled her to her feet.
“The fall took the wind out of me, but I’m okay.” She held on to Tommy as he placed an arm around her waist for support and carried the lantern with his free hand.
“Does anything hurt?”
Trisha’s knees trembled but only because he was touching her. “Yeah, my pride.”
Tommy chuckled as he helped her along. True to his word, Ken had drawn a bath and lit several tealight candles. An emergency flashlight plugged into an outlet also provided a small amount of illumination. Ken had even wrung out the clothes she had left in the sink and hung them over the side of the shower stall to dry.
“Can we all fit?” Trisha eyed the small tub.
“What?” Ken’s head jerked in her direction and Tommy laughed as if she were joking.
Without answering, Trisha removed her soiled top. She didn’t say a word as she stood naked in front of the sink while she rinsed and wrung out the garment before hanging it with the others flopped over the shower stall. She gazed in the mirror at the two deer caught in headlights standing behind her. While turning around to face them, she hid her frayed nerves behind a smile. “I’m showing you mine so I expect to see yours.”
Ken’s eyes widened and his lips parted, seemingly struck speechless. Tommy hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, curing Ken’s laryngitis immediately. “Tommy, you idiot, maybe she was talking to me!”
Trisha burst out laughing at Ken’s priceless expression of annoyance. “She’s messing with us.” Disappointment dripped from Tommy’s words.
“No, No.” Trisha managed between bouts of laughter. “I’m so dead serious.” She held her stomach, waiting for her breath to regulate before pointing to her breasts’ engorged nubs with both index fingers. “Does this look like I’m joking?”
As both men eyeballed her chest, stiffening nipples pulled her skin tight while a jolt of electricity resonated between her legs. She checked back and forth, right to left, over and over, ogling Tommy and Ken as hard as they were her. A sizeable bulge strained the fabric of Ken’s underwear while about half an inch of Tommy’s cockhead was already pushing out over the top of his waistband.
Her eyes bugged out. He must be huge! She trembled, aching for them to take her. She needed this. She needed them.
“Me or him?” Ken’s voice seemed shaky.
“Yeah, tell us who you want.” Tommy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his palm on the back of his neck.
Watching their anxious faces, she sweltered, and her pussy dampened with arousal. Her tummy turned somersaults. She didn’t answer them as she slipped into the tub and sat
