Still inside her as I said “Good Morning” to her best friend.

Man what a crazy weekend. I was invited to go camping with my girlfriend, her friends and their boyfriends. Now let me explain what happened.

It was still cold, but the sunlight was creeping into our tent, warming the air just enough to stir everyone awake soon. My girlfriend and I were spooning under the sleeping bag, layered up in hoodies and thermals from the night before.

We’re always horny when we sleep next to each other — even in the middle of the woods, surrounded by our friends. My hands were already wandering, grabbing at her through her three layers, trying to feel her tits, squeezing her ass through her leggings. She pushed her hips back into me, subtle but obvious.

She turned her head slightly and gave me that sleepy look — not asking, just knowing. We locked eyes for a second and silently agreed on the risk. I reached over and zipped the tent windows closed just enough to give us some cover.

We didn’t strip. I just slid my sweats down to my thighs, she pushed hers halfway down. I slipped into her from behind — spooning, deep, and slow. Her breathing shifted, legs pressed tight together under the blanket, and I grabbed her ass with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around her chest. Everything about it was risky, tight, and hot.

Eventually, she rolled to her back and I shifted on top of her. Missionary now, both of us still halfway dressed, bodies grinding slow, breathing shallow. Then I heard it —

Tent zipper.

I froze, still inside her. My heart dropped. I leaned over and cracked the side window of the tent open just enough to peek out.

It was her best friend walking toward the kitchen area — and we were in the tent closest to it. If our sleeping bag moved too much or the tent shifted weird, it’d be obvious. My girlfriend looked up at me, wide-eyed, face flushed. I had one hand covering her mouth, my hips still gently rocking.

To cover it, I stretched a little, leaned forward toward the slit, and casually said, “Morning.”

We made eye contact — me half-peeking through the tent, balls deep inside her, pretending like I was just waking up. She smiled back, but it wasn’t a normal smile. She knew.

Inside the tent, my girlfriend was shaking from holding in her laughter — and her moans. The thrill was unreal. I kept grinding slow, her hoodie pushed up, her chest bouncing just slightly with every movement. A few more strokes and I couldn’t hold it. I pulled out and came across her tits, her hoodie soaking up the mess while she laid there with the biggest grin, still silent.

We cleaned up fast and laid there quietly, listening to the campsite come alive. No one said anything. But after that eye contact, I’m pretty sure her friend knew exactly what was going on.