Robin Randal was a slender brunette who managed to look sexy no matter how she dressed. Our group were members of our high school Outdoor Adventure Club. Sex I dipped some coffee out of the kettle by the fire and rinsed my mouth. The pairing was a matter of convenience, mostly for keeping loads fairly even. As the sky shaded into a deep purple, Cathy brought me my guitar. My hands roamed over her body, tracing lightly the edges of her ears and the line of her jaw. I stopped and took a moment to tune the guitar then tried again. She was a couple of pounds over her preferred limit and I was a little under. She sat next to me leaning on my shoulder. I’d heard the piece, but never studied or played it. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. Several times the idea of having an orgy came up and was shot down. I remembered something about a pill, but there was no context in that memory, no way to tell if the memory was from this morning or last year.
