Between Friends

By J S Casey

Joanna has come to White Creek campground only to discover that she's left most of her camping gear at home. She's not suited to the wilderness and before long, must seek help from someone else at a nearby campsite. However, the camper she meets is Christian, a friend who grew up in the house next door to hers. They were nearly family. When they start drinking, the night takes an unexpected turn.

This work is about 7000 words in length and takes about forty minutes to read. It features grinding, oral sex, intercourse and creampie sex. More stories that will longer and hotter will be coming soon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J S Casey
• Release date: May 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463856987

J S Casey

J S Casey has been writing fiction of many genres for nearly twenty years. Recently, erotica has come to the forefront of imagination, preferring stories that portray strong women taking the initiative with their sexuality. Showing their strength and, sometimes, taking what they need. Most stories are grounded and realistic, attempting to depict characters more as real people rather than simply erotic playthings. The attempt here is to write stories that are entertainment first and pornography second.Writing in northern California has given J S Casey beautiful settings and backdrops to tell stories, not to mention, colorful, sexy people that occasionally inspire erotic fiction.

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Between Friends

J S Casey

Copyright © 2019 J S Casey

NOTE

This erotic short story contains graphic depictions of sexuality and is intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. All depicted characters are consenting adults age 18 years or older.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Between Friends

Joanna fumbled through the dark, fighting branches that pulled at her hair, and stumbling over thick roots that snared her white sneakers. The campfire still flickered in the distance ahead of her, somehow not seeming to get any closer. She shook her head at her own stupidity. She’d brought two flashlights—but no batteries. Smartphone—but no charger. Firewood—but no lighter. She was bad at nature. Truly bad.

Even her clothing had missed the mark. Her black yoga pants and thin, athletic jacket had looked great together on the rack at Target, but they did little to keep the chilly night air from her skin. She stopped and grumbled to herself as she yanked another twig from her brunette ponytail. She'd had it. As soon as she found someone willing to lend her a flashlight, she was packing up her Subaru and going home. Then, she’d lay on her sofa with her cat, Blueberry, and drink a bottle of merlot.

The campfire had gotten closer. It’s flickering light painted a small campsite with little more than a cooler and a single camp chair. She squinted at the chair, just making out the outline of a man in the firelight with a bottle in his hand.

She held her palms up and stepped into view, trying to shake the feeling of getting arrested. Excuse me—I need a little help.

The person in the chair flinched, but didn't respond.

She put on a pleading smile. Hi—I'm sorry. I was just wondering if I could borrow—

Jo? The guy blinked a few times and squinted before standing up. Joanna Hensley? Is that you?

Joanna shielded her eyes from the fire's glare just enough to catch the impression of his face. The buzzed auburn hair. The broad jaw with dark stubble. Christian Fischer?