carrying the pack, keeping a hand on Beth’s ass to keep her from falling and heaving us both up a nearly vertical wall of rock.
What was I thinking?
I am starving and wish I’d packed a dozen more hoagies and am pouring a bottle of water over my head. Beth is lying down, picking small pieces of sandwich off and dropping them into her mouth.
“Oh my god. That was about ten million times harder than I thought it would be,” she says.
I completely agree. Then I grab her hand and tell her to sit up, and she gasps at the view all around us. We have a three hundred and sixty degree view of Red Rock Canyon.
“Wow,” she says and turns her head. “Wow,” she says again and looks in a different direction. She says the same thing about a dozen times as she takes in the full panorama.
We had sweeping views all around us. From the Red Rock Escarpment, the Calicos, Brownstone Canyon and the snowcapped peak of La Madre Mountains, it was impossible not to feel in awe of nature’s glory.
“Mother Nature did good,” Beth breathes and takes the first full bite of her sandwich. “This view makes the past two hours of hell worth it.”
I grin. I hope she says the same thing once we get to the bottom. I haven’t told her that going down is worse than getting up.
We stay on the summit for about an hour when the wind begins whipping so hard people are losing their belongings. Most everyone starts to leave and I hold onto Beth, teasing her that the wind will pick her up and carry her away.
It doesn’t look like things will get better, so we decide to pack it up as well. We sign the guest book that’s kept in a can, then pose for a few selfies, some silly, some serious. She texts one to Steph and gets an ‘aww, you two are adorable’ message in reply.
I haul my pack onto my shoulders and curse myself for bringing so much weight. I suck it up and walk Beth to the edge that we’ll need to climb down.
“Holy hell,” she breathes out and looks up at me. “And here I thought downhill would be a piece of cake.”
Seventeen squeals and seventy-two curse words later, we essentially slide down the steepest section on our asses and make it back to where we stopped for water earlier. Beth’s eyes are huge, but we’re laughing by the time we sit down on a rock.
“I think I have a rock lodged in my rectum,” she says and rubs her butt, grimacing.
I pull her across my lap, face down. “Want me to check? I will, you know.”
She’s laughing, cursing and wiggling, struggling to get up, and I slap her ass. She stills, absolutely stops moving and all I can think is ‘oh shit, what have I done’.
I turn her over, until she’s sitting on my lap. She pokes me in the chest and says, “I can’t believe you did that.”
Honestly, I can’t believe I did that either. Not with Beth anyway. I’ve dated plenty of girls who like it rough, who beg for spankings, who were into bondage and all kinds of freaky sex. Beth isn’t one of them. At all.
She opens her mouth again, but instead of a tirade, she asks me a question I completely don’t expect. “Maybe if things go well with, you know, the, uh…”
“Missionary position,” I finish for her.
She scowls at me. “Yeah. That. If things go well, maybe we can try some other things. Would you want to do that?”
Hot damn. She’s blushing.
“What kinds of things?”
She turns in my lap until she’s straddling me. “I don’t know yet. And I feel like an idiot for not knowing, but …” her cheeks grow even pinker “… maybe we can just play it by ear?”
I lean down and touch my lips—
A scream causes us to rip apart. We stare at each other, then she’s off my lap and I’m on my feet. We wait. Another scream. It’s coming from down the mountain.
“Daniel!” The word seems to echo around us. “Help! Somebody HELP!”
Grabbing our packs, we’re scrambling down the trail as fast as we can. More screams. A man this time. The boy’s father. Someone is
What was I thinking?
I am starving and wish I’d packed a dozen more hoagies and am pouring a bottle of water over my head. Beth is lying down, picking small pieces of sandwich off and dropping them into her mouth.
“Oh my god. That was about ten million times harder than I thought it would be,” she says.
I completely agree. Then I grab her hand and tell her to sit up, and she gasps at the view all around us. We have a three hundred and sixty degree view of Red Rock Canyon.
“Wow,” she says and turns her head. “Wow,” she says again and looks in a different direction. She says the same thing about a dozen times as she takes in the full panorama.
We had sweeping views all around us. From the Red Rock Escarpment, the Calicos, Brownstone Canyon and the snowcapped peak of La Madre Mountains, it was impossible not to feel in awe of nature’s glory.
“Mother Nature did good,” Beth breathes and takes the first full bite of her sandwich. “This view makes the past two hours of hell worth it.”
I grin. I hope she says the same thing once we get to the bottom. I haven’t told her that going down is worse than getting up.
We stay on the summit for about an hour when the wind begins whipping so hard people are losing their belongings. Most everyone starts to leave and I hold onto Beth, teasing her that the wind will pick her up and carry her away.
It doesn’t look like things will get better, so we decide to pack it up as well. We sign the guest book that’s kept in a can, then pose for a few selfies, some silly, some serious. She texts one to Steph and gets an ‘aww, you two are adorable’ message in reply.
I haul my pack onto my shoulders and curse myself for bringing so much weight. I suck it up and walk Beth to the edge that we’ll need to climb down.
“Holy hell,” she breathes out and looks up at me. “And here I thought downhill would be a piece of cake.”
Seventeen squeals and seventy-two curse words later, we essentially slide down the steepest section on our asses and make it back to where we stopped for water earlier. Beth’s eyes are huge, but we’re laughing by the time we sit down on a rock.
“I think I have a rock lodged in my rectum,” she says and rubs her butt, grimacing.
I pull her across my lap, face down. “Want me to check? I will, you know.”
She’s laughing, cursing and wiggling, struggling to get up, and I slap her ass. She stills, absolutely stops moving and all I can think is ‘oh shit, what have I done’.
I turn her over, until she’s sitting on my lap. She pokes me in the chest and says, “I can’t believe you did that.”
Honestly, I can’t believe I did that either. Not with Beth anyway. I’ve dated plenty of girls who like it rough, who beg for spankings, who were into bondage and all kinds of freaky sex. Beth isn’t one of them. At all.
She opens her mouth again, but instead of a tirade, she asks me a question I completely don’t expect. “Maybe if things go well with, you know, the, uh…”
“Missionary position,” I finish for her.
She scowls at me. “Yeah. That. If things go well, maybe we can try some other things. Would you want to do that?”
Hot damn. She’s blushing.
“What kinds of things?”
She turns in my lap until she’s straddling me. “I don’t know yet. And I feel like an idiot for not knowing, but …” her cheeks grow even pinker “… maybe we can just play it by ear?”
I lean down and touch my lips—
A scream causes us to rip apart. We stare at each other, then she’s off my lap and I’m on my feet. We wait. Another scream. It’s coming from down the mountain.
“Daniel!” The word seems to echo around us. “Help! Somebody HELP!”
Grabbing our packs, we’re scrambling down the trail as fast as we can. More screams. A man this time. The boy’s father. Someone is
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