Once a month, my wife tortures me. It's not what you think. Once a month, Cathy lets our pre-teen daughter invite a bunch of girls for a sleep-over. Our sons flee the premises. I try to make up an excuse to get out, but my wife insists that I need to be there. She pretends that the kids need a good example of a loving and supportive couple.

While the girls watch PG movies about princesses and ponies and falling in love, my wife hangs out in the kitchen and makes snacks. I get to help her and also make sure that the back-yard camp fire is ready. When the movie is over, the girls like to sit around the fire and roast marshmallows. My wife and I try to stay out of their chatter, but sometimes they trick us into joining in.

I made the mistake of starting the fire too soon. The movie ran longer than I thought it would, and by the time the girls wandered out, it was down to coals. It was perfect for roasting treats, but the girls wanted nice flames for a while. I wasn't even listening to their conversation as I carried in some split wood for the fire.

"Was it like that for you, daddy?" my daughter asked.

"Like what, dear?"

"Like in the movie," she answered in an exasperated tone. Apparently, I should have known what she meant.

"I wasn't watching it, dear. Were there ninjas and a rock concert?"

"Daddy!" she groused. "The girl knew she would fall in love with the boy, but he didn't know. Did mommy have to win your love, or was it love at first sight?"

Eight pre-teen girls focused their attention on me like I was an exotic insect they had never seen before. I looked at my wife and smiled. "It was nothing like the movie then," I observed. "There were ninjas and a rock concert."

"Daddy!" my daughter wailed. I looked at Cathy and shrugged. What else could I do?

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I probably should have gone to college right after high school. Money was tight, though, and a short four year stint in the military sounded like an exciting way to have money for school. That plan would have been great if someone else's mistake hadn't shattered my ankle. I got out after two years with enough money to cover school, but not much else.

To earn some spending money, I was able to put my military training to good use by getting a job as a camp counselor at a youth camp. They ran weekend sessions year round and a full schedule in the summer. I taught marksmanship and tactics. A lot of kids liked to shoot the bb-guns. Not so many wanted to learn to think.

Most of the other counselors were college kids. Even though I was pretty much the same age as they were, somehow I felt older, and I was sort of treated as an outsider. The second year that I was there, a college freshman named Mary joined the team. I wanted her from the first day I saw her. She fell in with the other counselors, and she mostly ignored me.

I tried to get to know her, but she didn't make it easy. Her father was an officer in the US Marines. She scoffed at my short Air Force career. Her college major was US History, but all she really seemed to care about was US Military History. The first time we actually talked to each other, she was auditing my tactics class.

I used the Civil War Battle of Atlanta as an example for the tactics I was describing. She flat out told me I was wrong, and then cited multiple reasons why. I tried to explain why those were the exact reasons I was using this battle as an example, and she blew up. We didn't talk much after that.

She was smart, and pretty. I still wanted her. I needed a plan.

There were two factors that came together to give me a chance with her. The first factor was the fall dance at school. It is a big deal at our school, and if I were able to get her to go with me to the dance, I was sure that I would be able to impress her. The second factor was the fact that Mary learned a lot about military skills from her father.

One of the skills that she had mastered was stealth and camouflage. Have you ever seen the videos about the snipers that put on the big brushy suit and hide in plain sight? She was an expert at that.

I walked in to the dining room one evening and heard a loud conversation. Mary was trying to convince the camp master that she should teach a class on camouflage technique. He agreed that it was an interesting skill, but he saw no reason to teach it to the kids. I was able to draw a few more people into the discussion.

By twisting their words a bit, I made someone else challenge whether Mary was that good or not. I tricked another person into making a bet with her. The next evening, she would prove how well she could hide in a game of hide and seek. I tricked another person into setting the stakes as a date to the dance, and then I tricked Mary into agreeing that whoever found her would win. All I needed to do was be the winner.

Just as quickly as the bet was made, I almost gave up.

One of the other guys that worked there was a jerk named Todd-oh. He was one of those good looking guys that women always love. He would introduce himself and tell you his name was Todd-oh with so much confidence that you would never ask what kind of screwy name that was. Some of the guys took to calling him Turd-oh. Rather than be offended, Todd-oh started telling everyone that his nickname was Turtle because he was bulletproof.

Almost everyone loved Todd-oh. The manager loved him, the kids loved him, and visiting parents loved him. The women counselors loved him. Even as he bedded half of them, and left them broken hearted, they loved him. As soon as the bet was made, Mary went and whispered something to Todd-oh. There was a gleam in her eye as she flirted with him. I had no doubt that she all but told him where she would be. I hated him.

I hated him and I had to beat him.

Most of the camp knew about the bet, and the next morning, kids and counselors gathered around while Mary put together her camouflage suit. She enjoyed the attention, and she turned it into the training session she wanted to teach. She gave detailed descriptions of how she intended to move and hide with the suit on. It was very easy to see that she was not happy that Todd-oh avoided the class.

A bunch of guys spent the day pestering Todd-oh to find out what she had told him. He brazenly told every detail, because, in his words, 'the bitch was hot for him, and it didn't matter who found her.' The crass fool went on to brag about who he was going to bed after he added Mary's notch on his bedpost.

By the end of the day, I was fairly certain I understood what she had said. He bragged about how badly she wanted him. He said she had simply told him that it would be tight for a big badger like him. He admitted that it probably was a hint as well, and he warned everyone to stay away from the tight bend in Badger Creek. He knew he would find her there, and he knew that she was going to show him some other tight curves as well.

The challenge started about an hour before dusk. While we all waited up by the lodge, Mary donned her suit and walked out to the edge of the grass yard. She stopped about four hundred yards away, right at the edge of the tall grass and woods. She dropped into the grass, and it was very hard to see her moving. For those of us that could see her, she seemed to move back another ten yards, and then settle in next to some shrubs. She had ten minutes to hide, so when the time expired, the hunt was on.

A look from Todd-oh stopped most people in their tracks. I was very confident of what we would find as we followed him down to the tall grass. I have to admit, that even from fifteen yards away, it was hard to tell which clump of debris was her hiding place. Todd-oh finally found it, and lifted the suit with a loud "Ah-ha."

There was a bit of a natural trench underneath the suit, but as I expected, no sign of Mary.

"I should have gone straight to the creek," Todd-oh muttered. With a wry smile, he added, "I don't care who follows or watches, but she better not hear you and you better not interrupt."

With that, he set off with a purposeful stride. Badger Creek was near the back of the camp property, nearly a mile and a half away. Several people lingered a bit, and then stealthily followed him. Most of the counselors shrugged, and headed back into camp to wait by the camp fire and eat treats.

I generally joined the group that was heading up to the fire. I quietly drifted away and then circled back around to the point from which Mary had disappeared. She had to have hung the camouflage suit and then dropped into the ditch. Following it led down to one of the groomed trails. Following that trail to the right would have been a long trek around the property, including a stretch near Badger Creek. Following the trail to the left led past a tumbled field of granite stones and down to the lake.

The rocks were off limits to the camp kids. Most of the boulders were nearly as big as a car, and there were too many pitfalls and crevices where a person could get hurt. There were at least two places where the boulders formed natural dens. One of them was very hard to get into because the opening was a tight squeeze. I had no doubt that I would find Mary there.

I almost immediately knew I was right. I didn't want anyone else to see where I was going, so I planned to use as much stealth as I could. From the ditch, it was far too easy to cross the trail into the woods unobserved. The trees hid me from view as I moved down towards the rocks. Once there, I had to move up into the rocks, but several big boulders near the front blocked me from sight from every direction except straight up. I found the opening that I was looking for and then struggled to squeeze between the rocks.

As I scrambled through to where the den opened up, a quiet voice whispered, "Shh. Don't let them know you found me yet." As I scraped through the last tight spot, she added, "What took you so long? I've made myself all horny thinking about finally having you to myself. Come show me how well you fuck."

She gasped as I stepped into the den. There was barely enough light filtering in for her to see me.

"You're not Theodore," she whispered in dismay. She pronounced his name 'The-adore'.

"He was too busy bragging about his next conquest to listen to your clue," I answered nearly as quietly.

"I'm going to show him that he doesn't need anyone but me," she declared, although softly. The space seemed to require quiet voices.

I had a million arguments for why she wouldn't need anyone but me. They all sounded shallow in my head, and I couldn't speak.

She barely thought before she quietly spoke. "Listen. Name any girl you want, and I will get her to go to the dance with you. I can almost guarantee she'll put out too. Just go get The-adore and send him here."

I didn't want any other woman. I wanted her. It was a risk, but I trusted my plan.

"I won't go with any other woman," I told her. "I could force you to go with me, but I won't. You can have your Turd-oh for the dance, but I want one thing. I want to be the first to kiss you."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice full of disdain.

"One good kiss, full on the lips, lasting at least twenty second.

Give me that, and I will go tell him where you are."

She was quiet for a good ten seconds. "Fifteen seconds, no tongue, no touching," she countered.

"Fifteen seconds, some tongue, hands on hip and shoulder," I negotiated. "You need to make it worth my while for giving up the dance," I reminded her.

She took longer than ten seconds to answer. "Fine," she finally replied.

We looked at each other for a tentative moment, and a slight smile betrayed my inner thoughts.

"No cheating," she demanded. "How do we count the time?"

"Just let me know when to stop," I answered. "I trust your judgment, on this."

She nodded and we stepped together. I put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. She put both of her hands flat on my chest. I looked into her eyes and confidently waited. I needed her to come to me.

I was not an experienced man of the world, but an interesting thing had happened during the rehab of my shattered ankle. A bit of flirting with one of the nurses had led to a sexual encounter. My ego nearly exploded at the thought of seducing an older and more experienced woman. She had enjoyed my exuberance, but had teased me about my lack of skill.

During the six months that it took to rehabilitate my ankle, she tutored me in all things sexual. I was confident that when the chance came for me to seduce Mary, she was going to be very pleased. I was also confident that if I let Mary come to me, one kiss was all that I would need to convince her to go to the dance with me.

A smile touched Mary's eyes as she realized the game I was playing. With the smallest of head shakes, she lifted her lips to mine.

The spark of lust that flashed as our lips touched made us both jump. Her lips were warm and soft and cool and firm against mine. My tongue snuck out and barely tasted the heat of her upper lip. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out to taste mine. She caught my lower lip with her lower lip and teeth and her tongue teased across it.

We both knew I was going to cheat on the rules. She knew I would try something and I knew she would block it. What I did wasn't what she expected at all. All I did was slide my hand from her shoulder to the nape of her neck. My fingers slid into her silky soft hair and started teasing circles on her scalp. With the right touch, it's supposed to draw sexual energy up the spine.

Her counter-move wasn't what I expected at all. That's not entirely true. She did exactly what I wanted her to do, what I expected her to do, but I couldn't believe it happened. She groaned into the kiss, and her hands slid up around my neck.

Her mouth opened more and her tongue greedily chased mine into my mouth. My tongue chased after hers as it retreated and she caught it with her teeth. After teasing my trapped tongue for a moment, she released it and then chased it home. Her tongue teased back and forth on the edges of my teeth and I trapped it. She started to groan and giggle at the game we were playing.

Neither one of us bothered to keep track of the time, but suddenly the small den in the rocks ran out of air, and we breathlessly broke free of the kiss. She didn't let go of my neck, and I didn't let go of her. We both smiled at each other as we caught our breath.

She had tipped her head slightly back to look at me. That caused our bodies to press together. Her hips gave an involuntary thrust when her mind registered my hardness between us. Her eyes drifted half shut as she rolled her hips again.

"That's cheating," she murmured as she pulled me down for another kiss.

Her lips were even hotter than before, and her tongue kept making outrageous demands that mine was eager to fulfill.

Her hands were on fire against the back of my neck. They burned my flesh as she slid them down the front of my shirt. She caught the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and off. I groaned with desire as her greedy hands explored my exposed flesh.

Her flesh was burning as my hands found the waistband of her shirt. I started to lift her shirt up and off as well. I couldn't stop myself when my fingers got snagged on her sports bra. I pulled at its elastic and it departed with her shirt. The cool evening air felt electric on our bare flesh, and lightning scorched across our skin as she pressed her bare breasts into my chest.

"You better be a good dancer," she informed me as she kissed her way down to my chest. All of my attention was on her teeth as she teased and bit my pecs and nipples. Somehow that distracted me from noticing when my pants fell to the floor.

She kissed her lips back up to mine and then arched back to display her breasts for me. I struggled to keep my eyes on hers as she watched my teeth nibble at her breasts and nipples. She nearly collapsed to the ground as I caught her nipple with my teeth and flicked my tongue across it.

I easily caught her, but nearly dropped her as I realized that her pants had already joined mine on the ground. She pulled me back up for a kiss as she rubbed her pantied crotch against the hardness in my boxers. She caught my exploring hands and guided them to the waist band of her panties. She purred happily into our kiss as I pushed them down over her hips. She stepped out of her panties and then kissed her way down to my stomach. As she kissed her way back up to my lips, her hot hand wrapped around my naked cock.

"Pants, condom," I groaned as she lifted a leg onto my hip and pressed the head of my cock into her wetness.

"On the pill, let me feel you," she replied as she shifted her weight forward and impaled herself on my hardness.

Her eyes found mine and time slowed to a crawl. Her jaw slowly dropped as we both felt the rightness of our being together. My cock surged to lift and press deeper inside her. Her pussy pulsed in time with her beating heart as it opened up to let me in while squeezing tight to hold me forever. Her breasts lifted as she took a deep breath to fill her lungs with the joy she felt. My hands tightened on her ass as I lifted her other leg and trapped her body against mine.

"Fuck," she barely whispered.

A smile snuck across my lips as I lifted her higher. Her eyes got big as I thrust up into her, but her nostrils flared with desire as she pushed down to meet my thrusts. It took every bit of will power that I had to keep from instantly exploding inside her. The quietest of squeaks escaped her throat as her insides clamped down on me. I let loose and poured myself inside of her. We continued to thrust until we couldn't move any more.

She lifted her lips to mine in a gentle kiss.

"Step over there, and lean on the ledge," she suggested quietly.

The ledge was almost big enough to sit against. She wrapped her legs around me and collapsed against me. We held each other for a long time.

After a while, she leaned back and gently kissed me again.

"You know you were right about the Battle of Atlanta," she said quietly. "I was thinking of the Battle of Resaca."

I just shrugged and took a gentle kiss from her.

"I guess you get to brag now," she said in a teasing tone.

"I wouldn't do that to my future wife and the mother of our children," I half teased back.

"We're just going to a dance," she reminded me. Her body squirmed against mine and took my measure.

"The dance was just the first step of my plan," I informed her. My hands sculpted around her curves.

"You better tell me the rest of the plan," she decided. She pressed her breasts into my chest as she leaned up to kiss me again. It felt too good to ignore, and my cock started to grow inside her.

"It's a pretty basic plan. Give you a kiss you'd never forget so you go to the dance with me. Give you a dance you'd never forget so you'll go out with me. Make you happy so you fall in love with me. Keep you happy so you'll marry me. The rest just falls into place."

As I explained it to her, I started rolling my hips beneath her and my cock continued to grow. She started rolling her hips to match my motion and she gently bit my collar bone.

"I think my body is already in love with you," she moaned as her gentle rocking turned to thrusts. I couldn't speak after that.

The way we moved together was gentle, deep, and fulfilling. The way we were sitting on the rock ledge, we could kiss and caress and slowly build towards the ending we both wanted. With the quiet of the space, and with the evening light fading, it was nearly a magical moment.

Nature decided to play along with the moment. Sometimes, usually only late in the summer, the rocks make an odd noise as they cool. The hot sun warms them all day long, and if the evening is cool enough, the rocks cool quickly and make a unique sound. It almost sounds like the sound of a muted timpani, with each of the rocks making a different tone. The rocks around us played a random tune. We both smiled and continued to move together.

Mary's pussy started to quiver on my cock. She slowed her thrusts and gave me a penetrating look.

"A boy and two girls?" she panted. She liked the plan.

"A girl and two boys," I announced. She kissed me hard and started to cum. I kissed her back, and filled her again.

The rocks were still singing when she found the energy to give me another gentle kiss.

"A kiss I will never forget," she murmured.

"Mary," I asked quietly, but sincerely, "will you go to the dance with me?"

She smiled and answered, "Yes, but only if you call me Cathy."

"Cathy?" I asked, clearly puzzled.

"My given name is Catherine Marie," she answered with a smile. "Only people who are close to me call me Cathy."

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There was no way to even begin to explain any of our story to our kids.

I am sure that all of the girls saw the smile on my face. I know they all saw Cathy blush. The sexual beast that she had revealed to me that day still burned inside her, even after fifteen years and three kids. She did a good job of hiding it, especially in front of the kids. She walked over and pressed her forehead to mine as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Hiding in the rocks does not make one a ninja," she teased. Her voice was pitched for me alone. She glanced over at our daughter.

"Your father knew he liked me, but I didn't realize that I liked him until he saved me from getting bit by a nasty turtle."

She gave me the gentlest kiss, barely touching her lips to mine.

There was a collective sigh from the girls around the fire. One of them murmured, "I'm gonna fall in love like that when I grow up." Her sentiment was met with several quiet voices saying "Me too."

My wife gave me a special smile that meant I had fulfilled my duties as a role model. It had another meaning as well.

Badger Creek runs across the back of our property. If you follow it for a quarter of a mile, it crosses into the camp property. From there it is an easy hike down the trail to the lake. Her smile promised that one night very soon, my wife and I would be taking an evening stroll down to the rocks. We will do what comes naturally, and see if the rocks want to sing for us again.