Co-eds' Sexual Exploration (open)

OOC:
My character:
Steve Jameson, 22, college student
Average build, brown hair, friendly and funloving. Wears blue jeans, a black T-shirt with a silver pendant over it and a black denim jacket.

More or less open SRP, so just jump in with the intro. I ask that you write decently, though, both in quality and in quantity. I mean, nobody expects Shakespeare here, but don't just give a sentence or three with no periods or capitalization and call it a post.

The idea is that a group of co-ed friends goes to explore this place during their break. So, I expect characters to be from that group of friends. If you have an idea for a different type of character, PM me first. I'm generally open, but we have to discuss how it will fit into the story.

The OOC thread is here: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=392468

Please post any OOC comments there.

IC:

It was a lazy, fun afternoon and the whole gang was packed into one of their dorm rooms. Girls were gossiping and giggling here and there, guys laughing and dare-doing things that would make a casual observer doubt they belonged in college and not kindergarten. Some were discretely flirting, others openly making out. Theirs was a fairly small group, but tight together and very open-minded.

"So, check this out." Steve told several of them, who were fairly close by.

"The Atanaska reservation is home to a large system of caves... Yada, yada... It is poorly developed... No tourism sector despite historical..." He was reading from a printout and skipped some unrelated stuff. "Here! The caves are believed to have at one time held an underground temple of Ata, the spirit of," he grinned and made a small pause, "sexual drive and pleasure. Believed to have been funcioning for thousands of years, in the 18th century the temple was said to be at its highest with many thousands of worshippers and priests living underground and engaging in complex sexual rituals. Rumors of an extensive library, recepies and artifacts with wonderous properties and even a treasure of gems prompted several calls for expeditions, but none were ever sent to this remote area. And so it remains unresolved: does Atanaska hold simple rumours or secrets to pleasure and sexual fulfillment like no human has experienced for hundreds of years?"

By then he had the attention of at the entire room.

"This place is like the Holy Grail of sex." Steve grinned. "We're so going to have a look!" He looked his friends' faces over. "Sure beats sitting here all summer, right?"

Gwen Randall

Gwen glanced up at Steve and rolled her eyes. "Where'd you get that Steve? Can we say... spam?"

"It's legit, Gwen," he replied stolidly. "Tom Freeman's brother-in-law... "

"Knows someone who knows someone who has a blind Uncle Caleb who... " she retorted. The others laughed, but stopped when Gwen held her hand up, waving it. "Pick me, Steve. As half-baked as this idea sounds, I'm in. In fact, I wouldn't miss this for the world." She pushed her glasses back up on her nose and then looked at him over the rims, grinning.

An Ancient History major, Gwen had always had a thing for myths and legends of different cultures. And tall tales. At least they'd all be in great company and what Steve said was true -- it was better than just sitting around. Frankly, she wasn't expecting anything even close to what Steve was saying went on at Atanaska, but she was interested in hearing what the "locals" had to say.

Steve

He bit back a similar retort when Gwen suddenly declared that she was game for the trip. Steve and his friends could fence with smartass comments for what seemed like hours, never missing a beat and never harbouring any hard feelings against the other for what was said.

"If nothing else it'll be a fun camping trip. The woods and mountains around that place are supposed to be really nice. I bet you we'll find more than that, though." He grinned and scooped Gwen around her fragile shoulders with his strong arm.

"So Gwen and I are going to explore a few things about sex together." He verbally teased his shy, but cute friend. "Who's with us?"

"I'd be so," said Johnson. Well, not if it weren't for the attractive young ladies who also seemed interested. Johnson *did* enjoy spelunking, but he enjoyed a pretty lady more. As part of the football team, he had a secret yearning for dark caves, stalagmites, and stalagtites, from the days of his youth. But as a teenager, well, the rumors of sexual and fertility rites interested himself as well. He helped load up the gear for the trip, although if you excluded anything related to alcohol, the packing was pretty light.


Scribe.

(Deleted double post. Sorry!)

OOC: You! Yes, you, the one reading this thread. Click that "reply" button and join up. You know you love the premise. We can all have a lot of fun with this.

Welcome aboard scribe! I'm looking forward to seeing more about Johnson.

Natalie's dark eyes sparkled with interest as she listened to the exchange. "I'm so in." she said without hesitation. Natalie had grown up in a very openminded environment- her parents were nudists, which made her extremely comfortable with her body, which she knew was amazing. She was always up to try something new, whether it was bungee jumping, or a drunken lesbian orgy.

She stretched out her pale legs, which were fairly long, despite the fact that she was only 5'4'', and smoothed down her black skirt. "So," she said, grinning at her friends, "When do we leave?"

Carie grinned. She hated the woods but the promise of boys made her agree immeditatly.
"Do you even have to ask?"
She rolled her eyes. They knew they did. She hated camping and dark places. But since hearing about the trip, Carie felt things were about to change. Not only that, but she had always been a great lover of mythology. This may turn out to be something different.
"So, anyone else coming?"

OOC: Velvet-lips and Redxrose, I'm delighted to have you, girls, but please tell us more about your characters. What do they look like, what are their personalities like, maybe what they are wearing at the moment.

They would have all fit into one good car, but the ride wouldn't have been much fun. Luckily, two of the group had fairly large four-wheel drives, which fit the group and all of their supplies comfortably. The "supplies" were heavily weighed towards alcohol and other fun things, but the necessities weren't neglected either.

The first part of the trip was easy. Several days of open, well-built American highways, roadside motels and one roadside stop by the local sheriff, which thankfully didn't result in a ticket, and they have almost made it to their destination. From there on the road grew progressively worse changing to gravel first, then to dirt with more and more potholes. Trees and bushes were slowly consuming the width of the road until finally it became barely big enough to fit the wide SUVs.

It was early evening when they arrived to the sparsely populated reservation. Clearly, it has seen much better days. Small houses and larger buildings looked awful, leaning over on this side or that, roofs collapsed on some of the abandoned ones. And it was small. Once, perhaps, it was a large tribe, since the reserve had such a huge area, but now there were barely a hundred people, most of them older than Steve and his friends.

"Aw, damn... I was hoping for a motel." Steve said wishfully.

A quick chat with the locals at a tiny pub made it clear there weren't any place to rent a room in.

"Well, we could sleep in cars, barely, or we could try and lay out sleeping bags in one of those abandoned houses. What do you think?"

Natalie glanced around at the abandoned buildings skeptically. She frowned, looked back at the cars, and frowned again. "Let's go for it." she said finally. "At least in the buildings we can stretch out, though I severely doubt we're going to be doing very much sleeping, due to Johnson and his abundance of beer." She smiled around at the others, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.

Picking up her sleeping bag and one of the many cases of beer, she made her way to a small abandoned building. Compared to some of the others, it had a lot of its roof left, which wasn't a lot. She dropped her stuff on the floor and picked up a large board that seemed to once belong to the rafters and lugged it to the other side of the room.

Once she finished that task, she stood up, placing her hands on her hips and glared teasingly at Johnson and Steve. "Well, are you big, strong, men gonna help me or do I have to do all the dirty work myself?"

Ty Rogers
6'3
Black Hair Brown eyes
big cock
Skater


Ty sneaked up on Natalie and gave her a kiss."Hey babe.Hey Steve.What's up"

Gwen Randall

"We should have brought the tents, you know?" They had three of them and they were pretty compact when they were rolled up but the vote went in favor of three more cases of beer. At least someone had managed to stick the small fold-up grill in the back. She looked over at Johnson who was grinning broadly and giving her a thumb's up. His third favorite sport after boinking and drinking was eating.

Grabbing her pack, she slid her arms into the straps and adjusted it before grabbing a box of supplies. "So where exactly is this cave, Steve?" Gwen asked as they headed for the building. This place might be sparsely populated, but the trees and the grasses of the rural surround seemed pretty lush. Her guess was that there would be hundreds of caves.

Gwen spun around as she stepped inside. She could have sworn... Nah. Just her imagination. "Hello, the house!" she called, grinning at the others. "This gives a whole new meaning to the term love shack."

Character Profile:

Name: Troy Harkenfeld
Age: 21

Appearance: Troy is fairly handsome guy, about 6' tall, and weighs about 170 lbs. He has shoulder length reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. Today he is wearing blue jeans, hiking boots, a black sleeveless t-shirt underneath a black and green flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

Background: Troy is a buddy of Steve's. They had gone to high school together and goes to the same college. He doesn't know the rest of the group quite as well because he works alot when not attending class, trying to pay his way through college. He HAS met most of them at one time or another and partied with them a few times, however. He actually has a bit of a crush on Natalie, but she never really seemed to take much notice of him...he suspected that she had a thing for Steve. Steve had mentioned to Troy about going up to the reservation and checking out the cave, but Troy's part time job got in the way of making the trip up with the rest of the group, so he ended up driving up by himself to meet them there.

IC:

Troy pulled up in his beat-up black Jeep Cherokee, seeing Steve and the others standing around by a bunch of old, abandoned looking buildings. He put the Jeep in park, and got out.

"Hey everyone," he said, "I'm not too late for the party, am I?" He looked at Steve. "Hey, bro...sorry I'm late, man. Old man Johnson wasn't about to let me off work early..." He stopped mid sentence, as he saw Natalie. "Hiya Natalie," he said, smiling at her, "Good to see ya again. It's been awhile." He looked back at Steve again. "Anyway, I hope ya haven't been waiting around too long for me. I hurried on up as soon as I got off work." He walked around to the back of the jeep, opened a cooler, and tossed Steve a beer. "As a bit of an apology for running late," he chuckled. He looked around at the rest of the group. "Anyone else want one?"

OOC: Black Thunder, I wasn't kidding when I asked that everybody writes posts of decent size and quality here. Leave this thread, please.

IC:

"Thanks, bro." Steve said, catching the can Troy tossed him and opening it with a usual crack-pop aluminium cans made.

"Come on, let's make our 'motel room' habitable." He nodded at the abandoned building from which Natalie was asking for help in her usual seductive way.

He baredly moved a couple of boards out of the way when he heard what Gwen said. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked everybody over, starting with shy, but pretty Gwen, as if not believing what he was hearing.

"You're kidding me?" He said, then went back to his SUV, popped the back and rummaged through their baggage.

Just where he remembered personally packing the tents there were several cases of beer instead. Steve walked back, laughing, half in disbelief.

"So whose brilliant idea was it to throw out the tents?" He laughed. "You know, the caves themselves are still several hours of driving from here in the middle of nowhere. We're gonna have fun camping there without tents." Eventually he waved it all off. "Whatever. We'll figure it out." For the time being he joined other guys and girls in cleaning up the room where they all were to spend the night.

Troy said, "Well, good thing I was a boy scout, eh?" He chuckled, grabbing his backpack out of the back, and then, after grabbing himself a beer, continued, "I brought mine along." He pulled a rolled up tent out, throwing it down at his feet. "We should all be able to fit in there pretty much, although it might be a tight squeeze. It's supposed to be able to handle 6 people. I only got one sleeping bag though, but it's big enough to hold two," He gave Natalie a glance, winking, "that is, if anyone doesn't mind sharing."

"Damn," he thought to himself, "I can't believe I just said that!" It really WAS a bit out of character for him to be that forward. He'd flirted a bit with Nat before a few times at parties, but not quite this blatantly, and usually after quite a few drinks. Hell, he'd even flirted a bit with Gwen too, at those times, but both ladies seemed uninterested, and he figured they either both had boyfriends, or both had a thing for Steve.

He opened up his beer, taking a swig, and then walked up, clapping Steve on the back. "We'll be eating well tonite too, man. I grabbed a few groceries before I left too. I think I have a few steaks in the other cooler there, if someone wants to fire up that grill."

Natalie laughed at Gwen's comment. "Yeah, no kidding." she muttered, taking another good look at the place. "Love shack, indeed."

She grinned as Troy pulled up, apologizing, and offering beer. "Hey," she said, smiling. "Yeah, it has been a while. Good to see you, too." She moved toward the back of his jeep, saying "I could go for one of those beers right about now. Steve looks like he's going to have a heart attack..." she laughed lightly as Steve threw her a murderous look. "I'm just kidding. You've got to relax- this trip is going to be fun, remember?"

Natalie raised her eyebrows at Troy's pointed comment about sharing sleeping bags. She didn't know why she was surprised, she had always known about his crush on her- but she had never expected him to do anything about it. Sure, he flirted with her, and she flirted back- well, Natalie flirted with everyone- but it had never gone beyond that. She wondered if Troy was going to finally make his move during this trip.

She winked, popped the top on her beer, and took a large swig of it. She was barely 21, but already she could drink her father under the table. She watched Troy clap Steve on the back and when he mentioned steaks, she grinned. "Alright, I'm hungry!" she announced. "Who's cooking?"

Name: Vivica Jensen
Age: 23
Height: 5'5'
Weight: 115
Features: Vivica has lightly tanned skin, caramel in color from all her outdoor sports activities (beach volleyball, soccer, track, softball, etc.) She's rather altheltic obviously and has toned muscles in just the right places while still being soft and sensual. Her hair is cut short along her jaw line, and spiked wildly for flair. She has died it jet black and iced the tips in pink which fade to gold. She has a belly ring, an alignment of hooped and studded earrings in her ears along with a tongue ring. She has almond shaped jade green eyes and a beauty mark on her left check along the cheek bone.
Info: Vivica is a gamer chick through and through, born and bred tomboy she IS one of the guys. Altheltically challenging in both mind and body she loves to give the guys a run for their money. Rather competative at best she doesn't back down easily but funny enough she's rather shy upon first meeting; after which she opens up fairly easy and loves to bring a group together.
Current Digs: at current she can be found wearing a green camo tub top under a fishnet shirt which offests her fistnet thigh highs. Held surprisingly with garter; she wears basic Timberland combat boots, brown in color, with stripped green, white and black socks. A chocker around her neck which doubles as a dog collar offets her chainlink belt holding up her leather skirt, the dog collar has a chain which is connected to her belt and can double as a leash. She has an asortment of safety pins that decorate her ensemble in colorful and creative ways, think collision of goth and skater. She's rather flashy but her style can go from goth to gamer, to skater, and down to conservative and out right sexy. She doesn't stick to sterotypes simply because of her tomboyish background.
Relation: Johnson's running mate; they party well together.

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IC:

A pick up truck came down the road stopping to park next to the rest of the vehicles. From the pick up a rather flashy character stepped from her father's truck to stand up and look over the roof of the truck at her friends. "Hey guys!" she called waving her hand. She turned the truck off and made her way over taking in the current situation. More beer then tents, not much food and very few sleeping bags. She chuckled slightly wondering if she should annouce that she'd brought a little extra just in case. She opted not to for now, leaning against a tree as she watched the group prattle on about what they needed and didn't bring.

ooc: ack couldn't think of a good entrance but I'll work it out as we go.

Troy couldn't remember seeing the pretty "goth-looking" chick that just drove up at one of Steve's parties before, but he'd missed quite a few of them over the past few months because of his job. Johnson seemed to know her, though. "Well, I guess when it comes to pretty ladies, the more the merrier," he thought to himself with a smile. He went back over to the back of his jeep, and pulled out the coolers, and set them down near the grill. "Well, since I brought the steaks, I guess I can cook em," he said, pulling out the packages of meat. "As long as you have some charcoal and lighter fluid around here somewhere."

Troy started up the grill, and got it going while the others when about their camp preparations. It wasn't long before the delicious smell of well cooked steak filled the air. Troy wiped the sweat from his brow, and popped open another beer, taking a big swig. The heat of the grill was making him feel a bit warm, so he pulled off his flannel shirt and throwing it to the side, wearing only his black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He put the first couple steaks on a plate and called out, "Ok everyone! First steaks are ready! Come and get em!" The group crowded around, and with a laugh, Troy jokingly asked, "Ok...which one of you ladies wants to taste my meat first?"

Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh, Nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh... Johnson loved driving 4 wheel drives in rough terrain to stereotypical surfing music. Mildly oblivious to the fate of his passengers, he did a Hawaiian drum solo on the dashboard of the car while the others held on to their dear lives. You could almost tell who was driving with Johnson and who was driving with Troy afterwards. It was cool that Vivica was an exception.

Looking at the abandoned ramshackle houses, Johnson analyzed, "Cool!" He helped out Natalie move the furniture, clean the floor, spread the utility blankets on the floor, and unzip the sleeping bags. There *weren't* enough sleeping bags, so they decided to unzip them and use them more like comforters.

The steaks were soon ready, and the two quit moving in. Johnson set up one of the kegs and started digging in. *His* favorite sports in order were eating, drinking, then boinking. The first until he had his fill, the second until she was drunk, and the third until the early dawn. He sat between Vivi and Natalie, and across Gwen. Despite the rather obvious sounds of satisfaction as he ate meat, it was rather noteworthy how he didn't splash on the other diners.

OOC: Anyone for shenanegans under the table, or shall we advance the plot? I understand Wolk and Maid have a few surprises with the caves...


Scribe.

Gwen Randall.

Gwen settled back, her plate balanced on her knees as she ate. "You're gonna make someone a great wife one day, Troy," gesturing enthusiastically with a piece of skewered steak on the end of her fork. His reply had something to do with the fact that she'd do the same if she finally gave it up, making her harumph haughtily. Virgin she might be, but everyone in their group knew she was as comfortable with still being in possession of her hymen as breathing, despite the ribbing she often got because of her "condition" or lack thereof.

So far, so good, she thought as she looked around at the others. Tonight would be relatively comfortable but they were going to be roughing it after tomorrow. They had two tents by the look of things. One more might just do it for them. Maybe they could buy one from one of the locals.

"Speaking of locals... " Gwen continued her thought out loud. "We aren't likely to get any info from anybody here at Atanaska proper. Indigenous are not very forthcoming when it pertains to something that might be considered arcane. Soo... " She took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. "What about going back toward town to talk to someone at the pub we stopped at earlier? I bet after a few drinks they have loads of legend to spill."

Gwen looked toward the sky through a chink in the roof. Assured of a few more hours of daylight, maybe she'd just walk it if no one else wanted to go.

Troy shrugged, and said, "Sounds good to me, Gwen. Makes sense to see what we can learn before heading up, I'll go." He took a big bite of his steak, and then another swig of beer. "We can take my jeep, but you'll probably have to play designated driver," he said, grinning and winking at her. "This is my third beer, so I'm guessing I'm not exactly legal to drive. I feel fine yet, but I don't wanna end up ruining the trip by getting into trouble with the local law for a DUI and ending up in jail for the duration of the trip."

He looked around, "So...that makes two of us. Anyone else feel like tagging along and pressing the flesh with the local yokels?"

Natalie gave Johnson an amused glance as she skewered a bit of steak on the end of her fork. "Jesus, Johnson. You'd think you haven't had a decent meal in three days, which I know is absolutely not true, due to the fact that I cooked breakfast this morning." She glanced around at the others who seemed to be holding back laughter. "Shut up, guys."

She listened to Gwen and Troy talk about prying the locals for information and sighed. "You guys go ahead." she said, lying back on one of the sleeping bags. "I'm not sure I want to go anywhere after being cooped up in the car all day." she gave Johnson a pointed glance before breaking out into a grin. "Besides, somebody's gotta hold down the fort, right? Though, somebody has to stay and keep me company, though." Natalie said, glancing around from Vivica, to Johnson, to Steve. Honestly, she wouldn't mind company from any of them- Troy and Gwen included.

Johnson let out a rather large noise that indicated that, perhaps, he was not qualified to drive, nor particularly useful for much other than laying down. Which he did, perhaps a little close to Natalie. He lay down, quite content, and pulled a sleeping bag over himself. As he had accomplished two out of his three favorite things to do, said sleeping bag was over Natalie as well. Snuggling up to her, he said, "Mmm... did I ever thank you for that wonderful breakfast you made this morning?" And, yes, he was *not* going to thank Troy in the same way.


Scribe.

The well-grilled meat was made so much more delicious by the best spice in the world, hunger. After countless hours in the car, surviving only off chips, beer and an occasional burger or pack of fries from roadside joints, the juicy steaks seemed to melt in everyone's mouth. Troy suddenly became one popular fellow, Steve noted with a small grin at his thought.

A soft rustle of tires attracted his gaze. He watched a truck park by their SUVs and Vivica bounce out. The sight of that girl put a pleased grin on Steve's face. Tomboyish, energetic, with always a spiky work for anyone that had a problem with her appearance or her act, she was dressed outrageously, but somehow arousingly at the same time. Usually Steve wouldn't pay a second look to a goth or a skater chick, but she was neither stereotype and easily had his respect, which was rarely given to anyone with more than two piercings.

"Vivi!" He tossed an unopened beer at her in what was becoming a traditional greeting.

When Gwen suggested they go and try to find something out from the locals, Steve was about to jump on the chance. He, too, wanted to find out as much as he could. He waivered when Troy came forward. Maybe it was better to let the guy and the girl come alone. Still, he needed to try and get an extra tent from the locals, not to mention learn as much as he could about this place. He researched it a lot, but had no idea what was really going on there.

"I'll come." He said, getting up. "Anyone else up for outdrinking the locals?"