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looked small and almost…delicate in it.
    Reaching into her underwear drawer, she pulled her vibrator from its hiding place inside a pair of thick knee socks. She really shouldn’t be doing this in a camper she shared with two men—but then, sharing a camper with these two particular men was exactly why she needed to do it. They were big and gorgeous and sexy, and she was apparently hitting her sexual prime with a vengeance.
    Talk about rotten timing. Dammit, why hadn’t Brent put her in with Seth and Tim? Those two were just like the steers she used to work on her daddy’s farm, young and stupid enough to hump just about anything, whether it moved or not. She wouldn’t have been the least bit tempted by either of them.
    AJ sighed again. Unfortunately, she actually had a pretty good idea of why Brent had stuck her in with them. They thought they hid it pretty well, and the farming community being what it was, she didn’t blame them for trying. They even slept in separate rooms and obviously had even before she arrived on the scene.
    But she’d seen the way they looked at each other when no one else was around. Brent Andersen and Joe Remke were gay, and it was all she could do not to cry at the thought of it. Not that either of them would ever have given her a second look even if they were straight, but God, what a loss for womankind. What an absolute freaking waste. She lived for the nights they went out alone, presumably to take care of their needs in complete privacy—it gave her the time and privacy to take care of her own urgent needs.
    Swallowing, she stacked her pillows at the head of her bed and lay back, splaying her knees open. The cool air whistling in around the window felt good on her pussy, which was still shamefully overheated and wet. Living with Joe and Brent had certainly changed her in just a few short months. She still didn’t understand why the fear of discovery was such a turn-on for some people, but these days she could relate all too well.
    A big gust of wind buffeted the camper and she froze with the head of the dildo hovering over her pussy. After listening to make sure that was all it was, she spread her already slick lips with her fingers and slid the pink jelly shaft in deep. Adjusting it so the clit attachment hit her where it was supposed to, she turned it on and let the vibration do its work. Her clit began to tingle and she sighed, pulling Joe’s shirt up under her chin to expose her breasts. There wasn’t much to them, but it felt good to run her fingers over her nipples, to twist and pinch them and pretend it was Joe and Brent sucking on her.
    AJ was so hungry for it, that first orgasm rolled over her within seconds. She gasped and stiffened as her insides contracted around the shaft in painful pleasure, forcing it out onto the mattress.
    Leaving one hand to play with her breasts, she reached down and replaced the dildo, knowing she had at least three or four more good ones coming. She worked it slowly in and out while visions of Brent and Joe played in her head. The idea of watching them go at it was enough to drive her wild. She could easily see Joe bending Brent over the foot of the big bed in the master bedroom and sliding his heavy cock into Brent’s lean, muscular ass.
    Even more titillating was the vision of Joe driving his cock into her , though she’d rather have it someplace besides her ass. She might eat up the double-penetration scenes in Amanda Garrity’s books, and God knew the idea of being sandwiched between two strong men like Brent and Joe set her heartbeat skittering every which way, but she couldn’t see ever being comfortable with anal. It was just too masculine, too harsh and earthy—like having sex in the blinding fluorescent light of a men’s locker-room rather than the romantic soft focus of a candlelit retreat.
    Which was why most of her personal fantasies centered on the ménage scenes where the woman took one man in her mouth while another slid