Chp13 campfire fun
Friday morning, I wake up to the sweet scent, feeling of Anna in my arms. I feel so lighten, relieved that she loves me. How for years I suppressed my feelings for her. Right now I would give up everything just to be with her. I feel it's been years since my meltdown last week. I have vague memories of the first few days. Anna massaging me, Anna feeding me. Anna washing me in a shower. The wet t-shirt molding to her perfect frame. The nipples hard and sensual. I smile. Anna is perfect.
I watch the grey twilight fade to dawn. Yesterday from start to finish was the best day of my live. From Anna's hand job to my oral pursuit. To the hike and swim. I realize what I've been missing. A life. I have the money, but I never had someone to share it with. Now I do and everything is better, brighter, because we share the world, the moment, this connection. I want to shout my love from the roof tops. I love this woman. I will never let her go. I slip out putting on my sneakers, start a run around the lake. I leave a note on the stove. I feel alive and free.
Has I round the lake; I see one of our neighbors fishing from the bridge over the river. Hope he catches his breakfast. Returning, she showered and cooking breakfast. My kit bag on the table. I smile grab it and a towel from the cloth line, bouncing happily to the bathhouse to shower and change. The waters cold, but my world is heating up.
After breakfast we drive to a new trailhead. We walk the morning. Talking, laughing, finding out each other secrets and dreams. Watching the natures eternal dance, to beat of our hearts. In a small glen, I take her in my arms, humming a tune, we dance. I slowly sway as we become one. She pulls my hair, claiming my lips. Coming up for air, we find ourselves on the ground, side by side. Among the tall grass. I could live here forever.
Later we stop in a small town for lunch, walking exploring the shops and galleries. I want to buy her everything she likes, but she stops me. she always wanted my time, never my money. I watch as her personality shines thru. Calm, kind, caring, sharp, smart, the list goes on. How did my fucked up self-get so lucky to have this goddess love me. I feel young and free.
The campground is filling up as the weekend campers arrive. Kids and people filter by. The campground become noises. Natures sounds replaced by human ones. We lazily waste the afternoon, swimming and fishing. I final catch dinner. Two decent trout, I clean and filet. Anna cooks over the fire pit grill. We eat out of the skillet. Side by side. We laugh at my beer can hanging on the cloth line. She steals the last bite of trout from my fork. So sexy as she blushes.
I start to build the fire. "No, don't. we're going to Campfire tonight." "Campfire?" "You never been to Campfire?" "No, what is it?" "It's fun, the ranger gives a presentation, there's singing, and games. You'll love it I promise." "ok. When" "about 7pm, right at night fall." She grabs my hand, and sits on the table. Sucking the filling from my mouth. Her tongue wrestles my to submission. Has I drift into dream like state. Just us.
We walk hand and hand to the Campfire. A battery power lantern in my hand. Lots of people on the road, walking but some driving. The amphitheater is full. With family and couples. I even see our neighbors, the fishermen in back. The ranger, a friendly guy, leads the night. I find myself laughing and singing. Shouting encouragement for the kids' games.
We get voted to play couples game. Camp rule's and manners. One partner gets a card with a question either camp rules or manners. Three other couple play against us. After five round, we win! We're named king and queen of Campfire. The ranger gives us paper crowns, from burger king to wear. Anna gets the ranger to snap a cell pic of us.
We walk back to the camp site with the other families and couples. They congratulate us. Comment on how great we look together. Anna puts the crown in the car. We call it an early night. I lay in her warmth, as sweet dreams take me, dream of Anna in a wildflower meadow. Dream of tomorrow.
Apov:
I wake as Chris puts on his sneakers; I see him thru the screen. I wait till he leaves, bouncing out of bed. I straighten the tent. Than emerge to go to the bathhouse. I see our neighbors one is running after Chris the other start towards the bridge past the bathhouse. Seeing me he stops and slowly walks. I smile. Grabbing my kit bag and a towel, I catch up to him. "Welch?" he stops and turns, eyeing me. "Yes?" "Good, I'm Anna." "yes. I know. Taylor, Jason Taylor." "nice to meet you. He'll circle the lake, bye" as I head into the bathhouse. Showering quickly. I walk back happy. Breakfast is eggs, sausage, and fruit I got in town yesterday. I think about wearing my crown. But that too much. I decide to braid my hair as the sausage cook. Sipping tea, I see my man return. I put his kit bag on the table for him. He leaves to shower. I contemplate my life.
Cpov: Saturday
After breakfast we drive to a new trailhead. Hiking in are new style. Quiet in. noisy out. We stop an eat in another little town. On the way back, I stop at a road side rock shop. She wanders the shop looking at the gems, and rocks. I find a brilliant, large polished amethyst crystal geode, the purples magical catch the light. Anna loves it. She finds some beautiful quartz pieces; her friend Karen makes jewelry.
Looking over a display case of antique items. Yes, the perfect ring, an art deco from the 20's. beautiful colors made from semi-precious gem stones. "Anna come here." She walks over. I look at the lady behind the counter "the art deco one, yes that one." I take the ring, taking Anna hand I slip the ring on her third finger. It's a perfect fit. I smile. She looks over the case. "Please that one." She takes a stainless steel nut. "That a nut, Anna." She smirks "YEP, nut for a nut." Slips it on my ring finger, perfect fit. I marvel at the machining. 2/3 is smooth and lighten, with just three face left. Shine to a high degree, I like it. Looking into her eyes I see acceptance. I hand over my Amex. They pack and box the Geode.
Before we leave, I hold her hand. "Anna will you marry me?" she looks lost, shit have I jump to fast. Have I rush her to much? Am I to damage to marry. Am I a fling. Just a stepping stone. "Christian stop, yes! I will marry you. But I am going to college at WSU near Portland. I will graduate! no matter what happens between us. Also I'm. hmm. I'm not ready for home plate. I know you need, ah, hmm, SEX." She blushes from hair to toe nails.
I kiss her forehead. "Little one, I will wait forever if I have to. You are my world." She relaxes and the tense so hard. She snaps out of my arms. "Shit. Shit. Christian you're going to have to ask Ray." I tense, shit. I forgot. I'll have to ask Ray for permission. O'boy is that going to be fun. Shit. Shit. How did I forget about Ray, and my parents? Anna hugs me. "It'll be ok, babe, we will get thru this." I relax. "Anna even if we have to elope to Vegas. You will be mine wife." "Christian. I am never going to Vegas ever again." I feel her fear. "Ok, how about Reno?" "Reno's good. Let go, I could use a swim." We head back to camp. The car ride is quiet but I feel we're moving forward.
After dinner. I build the wood to make a big fire. Anna returning from the Bathhouse. She stops me. we've been invited to a neighbor campsite for s'mores and camp pies. We walk over. The Murphy family is a large extended family, taking over three camp sites. Angie Murphy is a happy motherly, triple grandmother, and foster parent. There must be fifteen kids afoot. Bill Murphy is a jolly guy, works in Belington at the naval base. His kids and spouse have his happy go lucky attitudes.
Camp pies are a treat. A clam shell mold on the end of long wire handle. You butter the mold, put two pieces of bread, add pie filling to one side. Close the mold, trim the outside, stick in fire till toasted. I try strawberry, blackberries, and apple. I have to buy one of these makers. Anna is a hit with the parents and kids. She has everyone captive with a ghost story. She acts out the story around the campfire. Teasing and making faces. She a natural. I can understand her love of books. We make our leave.
I start the fire, crack a bottle of wine. Layout on the blanket next to our last fire. She lays in my arms. Sipping wine. We let the fire magical take the night. I rest my head on my arm. Tomorrow we go home. Can we survive the families, the company, the world? I push everything out. It just me and Anna. The world be damn. I will let Anna set the pace. I will make her dreams come true. I kiss her neck. She purrs.
