Chapter 43 Camp Out (9)
"Nellie?"
Nellie stopped jumping and turned to Ziegler behind her. She and her partners were jumping in excitement. They had come in second place and had been given a present wrapped in a box. Although they should have come in the first place, they had squared with the other fierce group: Gerald's group. Because they hadn't expected a gift, they were happy.
"Ziegler," Nellie called out in surprise, twirling around her. "Tasha is not with me," Nellie said.
"It's not Tash I came to ask you about. I came to see you." Ziegler responded.
"Oh," her brows shot up. She wiped her hands tapping Aurora to excuse her.
"Congratulations on coming second place. Mr. Bradford only emphasized the winner being gifted. Others wouldn't have given up the fight quite easily." Ziegler stated.
"Well, thank you for the wishes." Nellie smiled. "Where's Tasha?"
"She's washing up. She was with me the whole time. She told me about the guff between you two and I want to clear the air." Ziegler put in.
Nellie's eyes bulged.
"I do know that you care a lot about Tash. But I want you to put your heart at ease, I will not hurt her. Please do not hold it against her for hiding the details of our relationship from you," Ziegler explained.
Nellie fidgeted. She certainly hadn't expected an apology from Ziegler. "Em.. I'm not mad that she's in a relationship with you. What is breaking my heart is the fact that she keeps on lying and denying having anything to do with you. It made me look like a fool."
Ziegler nodded. He should be feeling bad as well, but this was all in the past now. "You should let it go, Nellie. Tash misses you."
"You call her Tash now, I thought it was a fake relationship," Nellie said.
Ziegler's voice bubbled in laughter. "I do like Tash a lot. What had been a fake relationship with her hasn't been like that for me. I plan to make her my girlfriend."
Nellie gasped. "Really? I'm so happy for you."
Ziegler nodded suddenly feeling embarrassed. Nellie didn't hate him after all, infact she was all about her friend being happy as well.
"What's with all these bruises on your face? I notice that you and James have the same battered faces. Only that his are a bit extreme. Did you both get into a fight?" Nellie asked, turning her head to where James sat while he was being attended to.
Ziegler scratched the back of his head. How was he to respond to that? "It was a little scuffle." He replied.
"A scuffle? That doesn't look like it." Nellie laughed.
"He'll be fine," Ziegler noted.
"I bet he will be. He has been avoiding you for eternity," she scoffed.
"Tasha will be coming out soon, please make peace with her," he begged. "Before I go, I'd like to know who was the outcast wolf?"
Nellie laughed, slapping her stomach. "You wouldn't believe it. It was the camp worker since we were obviously out of hands here," she put in.
Tasha was combing her hair in the tent she shared with Nellie, her mind running over the scene of Ziegler making love to her. She did enjoy every bit of it. When he said he would like to make love to her again, did he mean that?
"Ziegler told me all about it," Nellie entered.
Tasha froze, wheeling herself to face her best friend. Nellie was finally talking to her! She felt like screaming out her lungs. She stood up from the stool she sat on, what did Ziegler tell her?
"Do you love him, Tash?"
The question threw her off balance. How was she to reply to that after making love to him just once? But he numbed her senses, made her stomach tighten at his very presence, made her feet wobble, and the way they'd made love.....
"Do you love him, Tash?" Nellie repeated the question.
Tasha laughed at that. "Why are you asking me that? I thought you were mad at me for being in a relationship with him."
"I am not, Tash. I'm the happiest right now. He wants to make you his girlfriend. Ziegler has never stopped loving you."
Tasha's eyes bulged at that, unable to believe the words she was hearing. "So you're not angry that he is my boyfriend?" Tasha put in.
"I'm not, dumbwit. I have always wanted good things for you. You deserve a loving boyfriend. James had never treated you well." Nellie came towards her and pulled her into her arms.
A tear fluttered down Tasha's cheek. "I miss you so much, Nellie. I'm so sorry I lied to you."
"I miss you so much too, Tash. Never you lie to me again." Nellie warned.
Tasha nodded to that, holding her friend tighter.
Tasha made sure Nellie was deep into sleep before she pulled down the zip of the tent and crept outside in her pajamas. Then she scurried over to Ziegler's tent and called out his name softly.
After the second call, Ziegler's head popped out from his tent. "Tash, what are you doing here?" He was taken aback.
"We need to talk," she mouthed.
"Give me a minute," he said.
Ziegler came out of his tent and looked down at Tasha. "What are you doing outside my tent?" He repeated.
"Where else can we talk aside from the woods?" She quipped.
He began to scratch his head, thinking. "I think, the bus. It's usually open.....,"
Tasha didn't let him finish. She grabbed his hand and they started for the bus. Luckily for them, the bus was open. They both walked to the back seat and Tasha forced him down a seat.
"Tasha, you're making me hard," he warned with a low voice.
"Am I?" Her face hovered over his.
"What is going on, Tash?" He watched as she pulled out his curved boner, caressing the length of it.
She pulled off her trousers, and sat astride Ziegler. His rod twitched then finally penetrated her tight cunt. They both gasped for a while, Tasha holding his face to her.
"I'll lose my boldness if you don't fuck me right now," she moaned while kissing him.
"Buck your hips against mine," he told her, kissing the length of her neck. He did enjoy the way she had called him out without telling him what she wanted him.
She did as he said but her act was terrible. Ziegler laughed at that and Tasha slapped his mouth.
"Ouch, Tash. That was harsh," he yelped.
"You are mocking me," she told him.
"I am not."
"You are," she repeated.
"Ok, you win. Just listen, don't hunch your waist like that, ride like you are humping into me." He guided, holding her waist.
She did as he directed. "Like this?"
"Yeah, like that," he groaned, finding her nipples. They were hard and ready for him. He peeled up her top to reveal her naked breasts. He cupped them firmly, sizing them while pressing them. She was so wet for him. She had thought about this before dragging him out of his tent. The thought of that pure act was especially arousing.
And finding one taunt nipple, he let his mouth do justice. Licking and biting each nipple in yet a profound way. He loved the taste of her body, the feel of her buttocks, and the way their bodies tangled up in heat.
"Tash," he murmured, going for the other nipple.
"Hmmm," she hummed, gliding her hips harder.
"I think I would go crazy from the want of you," he voiced.
"That's what I want," she returned to his mouth.
This time, he took his turn, picked her up, and pinned her to the seat. Then, with one mighty shove, he started hammering into her. She was just ready for him, meeting him over the horizon as they chorused in unison.
He did love her so much that lovemaking alone would not be enough for him to reveal so. Their body chemistry aligned and it was darn perfect. The way she craved him, and the way he craved her.
And when they did come together, it was like a song of joy, tangled up in limbs.
"You said something to Nellie," Tasha said.
"What I say?" He was curious to know.
"About you wanting me for a girlfriend. Do you mean it?" She asked him.
"Hell, I do mean it, Tash. I had lied about not having feelings for you. You are all that I've ever wanted. You shouldn't be hearing it from Nellie. And for that I'm sorry, I want you to be my girlfriend," he confessed.
She guffawed, smiling sheepishly. "Apology accepted."
And they sealed it with a kiss.