Whoo, I just came back from this 3-day field trip in school… and well, it was awesome and MUDDY. XD On the bus trip home, inspired by my aching butt and a perfect view of the handsome back of his head (sitting in front of me in the bus), I wrote this story. From it, you can only imagine how much fun we had.

The One With A Mudslide

Roger was sitting on the bottom mattress of a Double Decker bed, waiting for Mimi, who was taking forever in the bathroom. The Room They were given was irritatingly small, and so were the beds, even more annoying when the couple found out the bed was a Decker and not a more suitable queen sized bed.

Roger expertly passed a soccer ball between his feet. He was dressed in a pink muscle shirt (yes, PEHNK) and baggy, worn-out shorts with brown flip-flops.

"Meems, are you waiting for it to snow?" Roger called out sarcastically.

"Silly, it's spring!" Mimi laughed good-naturedly.

Roger rolled his eyes and passed a hand through his newly cut spiked hair. HOTT!

"It takes time to look this good, Davis!" Mimi called in a playful mood.

Roger shrugged. Couldn't argue with that.

Minutes later, Mimi came out of the bathroom in a pair of flowery blue shorts and a black shirt.

"All that waiting and this is what I get?" Roger pouted, tugging at Mimi's loose shirt playfully.

"It's under the outfit. Now come on!"

Mimi rolled her eyes and pulled Roger off the bed and out the door.

"This place is seriously deserted," Roger mumbled.

"Nah-uh, there's this whole batch of students on an overnight stay here," Mimi pointed out. In the resort's pavilion, a teacher was giving some students instructions on a physical activity.

"Hurry up, before they come!"

Mimi dragged Roger up a huge hill of grass. A colossal rubber mat with a depression running down its center stretched over the downhill slope like a path.

At the top, water was spewing down, only to meet a very muddy ending at the bottom.

"What the HELL is that?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"They call it a mudslide," Mimi grinned.

"Don't tell me were going down that death ride," Roger snapped.

"Aw, come on Roggy! It will be fun!" Mimi tried to persuade by batting her eyelashes.

"I fear for the safety of my ass."

"Your ass is fine, hard and hott! So stop whining!" mimi rolled her eyes.

"But the mud… the dirt…" Roger whined.

Mimi ignored him and pulled off her shirt and shorts, revealing a two-piece swimsuit. She sexily stomped up the hill to seduce her boyfriend.

Roger, though immensely intimidated, defiantly plopped himself down on the grass. Mimi, to his dismay, paid him no mind.

At the top of the slide, a man wearing shades and a beige muscle shirt with a hoodie was standing and texting on his phone.

He looked up at Mimi and shut his cell.

"Hey," he said in a deep, sexy voice. "Can I do something for you?"

"Can I, uh…" Mimi pointed to the slide.

"Oh sorry," he said. "Our school has it reserved today."

"Aw dang it," Mimi frowned. "Can I just try it out?"

"I don't know, maybe I should ask the other teachers first," he said, removing his sunglasses and exposing kind, hazel eyes.

He was buffed, and Mimi could tell that he was kind and sincere. It was his smile and the way he talked. He actually looked a lot like Roger, but with brown crew cut hair. Mimi suddenly got an idea.

"Quick, act like you're flirting with me," she demanded, looking to make sure Roger was seeing everything.

"Whoa, I'm married," the man answered, showing Mimi a ring.

"And I'm madly in love with that guy," Mimi pointed to Roger. "But I just really need a reason to get him to come on the side."

"Oh," the man laughed.

"Sure, I guess I can. Lucky for you, I'm supremely skilled at acting," he smiled.

From Roger's point of view, the scene looked wrong – way screwed up. Puffed in anger, he headed up the hill to avenge his girlfriend.

"Hey man, back the fuck off!"

Roger tried to push the guy away, but they were equally buff, so he held strong.

"I was just offering to escort this beautiful lady down the slide since no one else was man enough to do it," he blinked twice.

"Baby, I'm coming," Roger snarled.

The man in his late 20's smiled and his eyes twinkled.

"Thought so," he sang.

Mimi eagerly sat down on top of the mudslide. Roger followed, his arms and legs wrapped around Mimi's waist. The man in charge started hosing water down the slide.

"If I die, I would like my guitar to be buried with me," Roger said.

"You're such a poop," Mimi said.

"Rather be it, than be covered in it."

"GO!" the man in charge yelled.

"Good luck!" the Roger look-a-like teacher called teasingly.

Mimi ad Roger began to slide down, catching speed. Mimi threw her hands up in the air and screamed. Roger closed his eyes.

"Here comes the mud!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Roger yelled.

And you know what happened next.

"Whee! That was so awesome!" Mimi cried.

She pulled down her bikini, which was riding up and wiped some mud from her face.

Roger groaned and spat some mud on the ground.

"My ass is going to bruise tomorrow," he grumbled.

Mimi laughed and threw a mudball at his face.

"FUCK! MIMI!"

Mimi just continued laughing and tackled him to the mud. They rolled around and around in the dirt.

"Shit… dammit… crap… fuck," Roger kept on swearing.

After a while, though, Mimi saw a grin spread across his face. He carried her and dropped her into the mud pool.

Mimi squealed.

Out of breath, they all lay in the mud.

"Who ever knew you'd look so hott in mud?" Mimi panted.

"Mud exfoliates the skin," Roger informed.

"You nerd!" Mimi laughed.

Roger smiled and tried his best to wrap his slippery arms around her. He kissed her tenderly on the muddy lips.

"You can make me do anything, Meems. It's amazing."

"I just want you to make everything worthwhile…" Mimi whispered.

"I know, baby."

He kissed her again.

"Come on," Roger pulled her up. "Lets go again."

They walked back up.

"Hey man, sorry for the outbreak a while ago," Roger apologized to the teacher, extending a hand.

The man took it.

"Roger."

"Mimi."

"J…"

"Dude…"

A teenager with pigtails bounced up.

"We need you for our homebase groups," she grinned.

"Okay."

"J" gave Mimi and Roger a smile before following the girl down the hill.

"One more time, Ms. Marquez?" Roger half-bowed.

"Gladly."