Page 69 of Unsupervised
“No, there’s a tiny spot. No worries.” He tosses the blanket aside, and I grab a change of underwear, stuffing them in my pocket.
The night air dries the sweat on my body, and I shiver, grinning as I look up at the stars. Maybe I’m not fundamentally different. Losing my virginity didn’t change who I am or make me any more adult, but it did introduce me to a world I want to spend a lot more time in.
“So, when can we do it again?” I ask, when we’re on our way back to the tent. “Not tonight, though.” That after sex pee was no fun.
Layton laughs and hooks his arm around my neck. “Sweetheart, I’m at your disposal.”
A few minutes later, we’re snuggled together in the tent, and I’m just starting to doze off when a screech makes my eyes pop open. My arms tighten around Layton. “What was that? An animal?”
His snort of laughter makes me relax a little just as another cry splits the night, followed by an exclamation of, “Oh yes, harder!”
“Is that…?”
“It’s coming from Dalton’s SUV.”
“Oh my god.” Giggling, I sit up. “She has to know we can hear her, right?” A horrible thought occurs to me, and I whip around to look at him. “Was I loud? Could they hear me?”
His chest rattles with laughter, and he pulls me back down beside him. “No, we made normal human sounds.”
It’s funny he’d mention human, because at the next high pitched scream, we hear an accompanying howl. “Midnight,” I exclaim, covering my mouth. The kids had begged for Midnight to sleep in their tent tonight and he seemed happy to climb in between them.
“Travis is going to kill Dawson.”
Layton and I hold each other, shaking with laughter as more screams and howls ring out.
“Mommy!” Seth calls.
“Uh-oh,” Layton says. He sits up and unzips the tent just enough for us to peek out. Diane and Travis tumble out of their tent, still trying to dress. I guess everyone was getting some tonight. Travis takes a step toward the SUV, but Diane beats him to it.
She smacks her palm against the windshield three times fast. Bam bam bam! “Hey! When the dog is howling and the kids are crying, that should be a clue to shut the fuck up! This isn’t a porn set!”
I fall back, holding my stomach that aches from laughing so hard. Travis has veered over to the kid’s tent to calm them down.
Layton zips the tent back up and crawls over to me. Wrapped in each other’s arms, our laughter finally fades. Staring up at the stars through the top of the tent, I drift off to sleep.
Dalton and Amber are gone when we wake the next morning. I wouldn’t have wanted to stick around after last night if I were them either. Diane and Travis are tired and grouchy for obvious reasons. Who knows how long the kids were up? We help them get their tent broken down, then pack up our stuff and head out.
On our drive back to Layton’s, my phone vibrates with a text from Serena.
Serena: Did you survive the wilderness?
Me: Yeah, didn’t even get mauled by a bear.
Serena: Did you get mauled by an accountant?
Chuckling, I shake my head. They knew what I had planned, of course, and I know they’re eager to know if it went better than last time.
Me: He’s an economist.
Serena: I don’t care if he’s the green Teletubby. Did he break your lawn chair?
What the hell kind of way to describe it is that? I have to keep torturing her.
Me: What does that even mean?
Serena: Did he fuck you or do I need to buy ice cream?
Me: No ice cream needed.