The Pop-Up Camper

By J. Strickland

His parents wanted to take him on a last family camping trip before he left for college. He went reluctantly. Then he met her. She invited him into her pop-up camper, saying it was more private.

You never forget your first time.

Erotic romance short story - 12,600 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. Strickland
• Release date: Aug 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476403113

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The Pop-Up Camper

J. Strickland

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Copyright 2004 - 2012 J. Strickland

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All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Author’s Note

All characters depicted engaged in sexual relations in this work of fiction are at least 18 years of age or older.

The Pop-Up Camper

By J. Strickland

My wife and I had gone to visit some friends for the weekend. They live a few hours away, but we manage to get together with them pretty often. While the wives were working on dinner, we went to the grocery store to pick up a few essentials—like rum. I enjoy seeing Tim. He is a lot of fun. He is also very good at noticing pretty women. Anyway, we were walking down the liquor aisle at the grocery store and we passed this beautiful long legged blonde about our age. I stopped and looked back at her. This caught Tim’s attention because I don’t usually make such a scene about noticing women. I’m happily married, after all. So is Tim, but everyone expects that behavior from him. He asked me if I knew her. I said that I thought I did, but I wasn’t sure.

Well, if I had known her, I certainly wouldn’t forget, he said rather loudly. She, of course, heard this and gave us a dirty look as she found what she was looking for and moved on to another aisle.

I covered my distraction by searching intently for a particular brand of rum. Tim got caught up in the liquor (his other hobby) and forgot about the woman. I didn’t.

I kept thinking about her, wondering if it was really her. I didn’t expect her to remember me. It wasn’t that special for her. It was for me. You never forget your first time.

My thoughts drifted back to the weekend before the Fourth of July, the summer after high school. I spent it at a campground maybe an hour or so from here. This was before I met my wife. I was young. I had just turned 18. I was inexperienced. This was the week that changed.

I was a typical teenager. I had reached the age where I no longer wanted to travel with my parents. I reluctantly accompanied them on the camping trip, sure I would be bored. They really wanted to have one more trip with me before I went off to college so I relented. We drove into the campground just before lunch. It was sunny and quite warm. The campground was very nice. It was secluded and quiet. As we setup the motorhome, I could hear the sounds of nature and not much else. Except maybe the