Classes had been in session for about two weeks when Henry suggested a camping trip in late September. Elizabeth was thrilled at the idea and immediately agreed. Honestly, she was hoping that this camping trip might be considered a preview of what it would be like if they lived together: sharing a bed, cooking meals, and dealing with whatever the wilderness threw at them.

After nearly eight months together, living together seemed like a logical step forward. They were in a good place as a couple. Not to mention that their physical relationship had taken off just a month ago. After spending the summer apart, they had returned to school ready to connect on a more intimate level. Since then, they had been taking their time exploring, but the desire was undeniable. They were becoming bolder and more adventurous the more that they spent time together. Needless to say, Elizabeth had been looking forward to the trip since they had planned it.

Unfortunately, their plans did not take into account the unpredictability of the weather. The moment they pulled into the dirt parking lot, the heavens opened up and released a vicious downpour. They frantically pitched the tent and managed to keep the inside of the tent and their sleeping bags dry, but they weren't quick enough to save their clothing. The only dry pieces of clothes they found were one of Henry's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Always the gentleman, Henry insisted that Elizabeth take his shirt. She accepted it hatefully as she stripped herself of her soggy clothing and put on his shirt that extended down to her mid-thighs. Elizabeth folded her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her pert nipples, as the thin cotton t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide them.

"You okay?" Henry frowned at her closed off stance.

"Yeah. Just cold." She rubbed her hands up and down her arms in an attempt to soothe the goosebumps.

"You know what would help warm you up?" Henry grinned as he pulled her down to lie on top of him.

"I've got an idea," she said and forcefully brought her lips to his. They made out until Elizabeth stopped shivering. The were lying down side by side on the open sleeping bag, Elizabeth's head resting on his bare shoulder. She was looking down at their intertwined legs, when she noticed the telltale outline in Henry's underwear. She giggled.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" she teased.

Henry flushed and shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry, babe. You, uh, I mean, I'm just-"

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Elizabeth reassured him. "Don't be embarrassed. It happens."

"I just don't want you to think that I brought you out here for sex because I'm not dating you for your looks- not that you're not super hot. I think you're incredibly beautiful and sexy, but I think that our relationship is a lot more than just physical," he blurted, clearly very flustered by both the state of his boxers and the weather. "Look, I really wanted to have a normal camping trip with a fire and marshmallows and stargazing and stuff, but now it's raining, we barely have dry clothes, and we're probably going to end up eating cold food because everything's going to be too wet to light a fire. And I know this probably sounds like a load of bull because of my raging boner-"

"Stop. It's okay. I promise. First of all, I know you. You're always respectful of me and my boundaries. I trust you, and I believe you. And for the record, I think you're super attractive too. I'm not afraid to admit that the physical aspect of our relationship isn't great or exciting, but you're right: it's not the whole picture. You've made it clear since the very beginning that you are invested in every part of us, not just sex. Secondly, I eat cold food all the time, and I run out of clothes all the time. I'm a college student, so that's nothing new for me. Finally, you can't control the weather. Worst comes to worst, we go home tomorrow and make a blanket fort in your apartment and 'camp' there. You have nothing to apologize for."

"You're amazing. I love you." He pulled her in for a tight hug.

"I love you too," she said and kissed him softly. They smiled at each other, the rain still pattering on the tent. Sensing the upswing in mood, Elizabeth spotted an opportunity. She nudged him playfully and nodded towards the outline of his still-prominent erection. "Besides, being alone in the middle of the woods give us time to... Experiment."

She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled coyly. Feeling bold, Elizabeth eased herself down perpendicular to his legs, a little awkwardly due to the dimensions of the tent. She bit her lip subconsciously as she pulled his boxers down.

"Babe, you don't have to-" he said once he realized her intentions.

"Hush, I want this as much as you do," she silenced him. She was completely inexperienced, and uncertainty settled over her. Come on, Adams. You were the one who suggested "experiments." It can't be that difficult. You just...? Determined to pleasure her boyfriend, Elizabeth pushed her nerves aside and tried to remember all the advice she had overhead Becky giving to her friends. After a deep steadying breath, she decided to start with licking long strokes on the underside of his shaft.

"Oh baby," Henry groaned when she reached the tip and swirled her tongue around his head. One of his hands grabbed a fistful of hair, spurring her on. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking tenderly. His eyes shut as his head fall back against the sleeping bag. Pleased at his reaction, Elizabeth began to move. A little clumsily, she pumped his erection with her hand in rhythm with the movements of her mouth.

She was more than a little unsure of herself, but judging by Henry's facial expression, she was doing just fine. Confidence boosted, Elizabeth began to enjoy it too, feeling her own arousal grow at the sounds Henry was making. She wanted to touch herself, but that sounded like more coordination than she could handle. Instead, Elizabeth brought Henry's free hand to her breast.

He got the message and cupped her through her shirt. Without a bra on, the warmth of his hand went straight through the thin fabric of the shirt and to her skin. He caressed the sensitive underside of her breast, and Elizabeth felt her whole body throb with heat. When his thumb rubbed over one of her hard nipples, she moaned, causing a vibrating sensation along his erection. Henry growled something unintelligible, and she took it as praise. She continued to hum from the back of her throat along his shaft, and the string of profanities that left his mouth made her dizzy.

Sensing that he was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing, Elizabeth picked up the pace and used her other hand to fondle his balls. Henry's hand suddenly left her breast and tapped her shoulder.

"Babe, I'm gonna come." His voice was high and strained. "Elizabeth, I'm serious," he grunted out between gasps. "I'm going to come," he warned again when she didn't let up. Realizing that she would have nothing to clean up with, Elizabeth decided to finish him in her mouth. She looked up at him, and he seemed to understand in the split second before he let go.

Henry released a loud moan, one that sent a tingle of arousal through her body. His hips bucked up as hot semen filled her mouth. She was transfixed by his toned abs rippling with every pulse of his orgasm. The sinful vision and his taste was burned into her memory. After swallowing every last drop, Elizabeth carefully tucked him back into his boxers. His fingers, still tangled in her blonde locks, drew her up his body. Elizabeth draped herself on his chest, pressing gentle kisses to his glistening body.

"May I repay the favor?" Henry asked once he had stopped panting.

"You don't have to," she said.

"But I want to."

Elizabeth hesitated. No one had ever gone down on her before, and it was a little nerve wracking to think about. On the other hand, it was Henry. She knew he would never do anything that she wasn't okay with. On top of that, giving him a blow job had left her extremely aroused and sleeping in close proximity while half naked would certainly not help.

"You know you can tell me to stop at anytime, right?" he reminded her.

She nodded. Henry gave her a soft smile and brushed his hand across her forehead. He pushed up her shirt, making his way down her body slowly, giving her every chance to stop him. When Henry reached the waistband of her panties, he removed the garment and kissed each hipbone tenderly. As he got closer to her center, Elizabeth tensed up, her insecurities getting the better of her. Henry sensed the subtle change in her demeanor and stopped immediately.

"Okay?" He asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah. Just nervous." She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but it was absolutely terrifying to have someone do that.

"Hey. You're beautiful." Henry brushed his fingers across her stomach. "Relax."

Elizabeth took a deep breath and nodded, reminding herself that it was Henry and that she trusted him with all her heart. He kissed her thighs, slowing inching towards her wet, aching center. He ran his tongue along her opening, lapping up her arousal.

"You taste so good," his voice rumbled. She flushed at the compliment. Fears vanished, replaced by a burning pleasure. His lips finally settled around her clit, and he brushed his tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves. She inhaled sharply at the sensation.

He pulled away quickly and looked up. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no. Don't stop.' She shut her eyes, unable to focus on anything except the feeling of Henry's tongue flicking over her clit. She sensed that he was staying light intentionally, not wanting to push her too much, but his hesitancy was killing her. Elizabeth threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged him closer. Her quivering thighs clamped on either side of his head, holding him in place. Henry took the not-so-subtle hint to give her more. He inserted two fingers into her heat and curled them against the sensitive flesh just beyond her entrance, and that was what sent her over the edge.

"Babe, I- I'm going to- Oh, Henry!" She called his name and came with a throaty cry. Her back arched as her body contracted with rhythmic waves of her orgasm as he continued to pleasure her. It became overwhelming, and she gently pushed his head away. When she was able to open her eyes, she saw Henry licking his fingers.

"Fuck, that was intense," Elizabeth said shakily, trying to regain her breath. He had a smug look on his face, and she pulled him down to kiss it off. His lips met hers hungrily.

"Up for any more experiments?" Henry offered.

"I'm worn out for today…" Elizabeth said, "but maybe tomorrow?"

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