Sometimes Our Saints Are Sinners (TVH sequel)

“Ah, don’t you just love the fresh air?” I sighed as I took in a deep breath of the outside world. I looked around the forest, taking in the pure beauty of Newton Hills. I thought that going camping would be a good way to bond and an even easier way to get drunk with the boys over the time that they are here. I glanced around at our spot, mentally planning where we’d set everything up. I had brought enough chairs for all of us to sit around the fire pit and I was hoping we could play children games like spin the bottle and truth or dare tonight. I didn’t receive a response to my question, so I looked around to see that I was the only one outside. “Guys?” There was a loud noise from inside the camper and I rolled my eyes. I pulled the door open and walked in to the camper to see all of the men watching something on the TV. I scoffed. “You guys are idiots.”
“What?” Zach said innocently, looking over at me with puppy dog eyes. I raised my eyebrows.
“Guys. We came camping to get in touch with nature.” I whined loudly. They all laughed and I groaned. “Not to sit in the camper.”
“It’s really fucking hot out, though.” Matt informed me, which got nods of agreement from all the men. I gave them a look.
“You’re kidding right?”
“In California it’s an acquired heat,” Jimmy explained, looking at me from his spot around the table. Now, all of the guys were staring at me, which just made me more annoyed. “Here, it gets really hot and humid all at once and then bugs eat you and it’s just not nice.”
“You can sit in here for now but later we are going to sit by a campfire and roast marshmallows and play stupid teenage games, savvy?” All of the men nodded and I sighed. “Okay, well tonight Jimmy and I get the bedroom and then you guys can choose who gets the pull out couch and who gets the table-bed.”
“Wait, why does Jimmy get to sleep in the bedroom with you?” Zach asked incredulously. Jimmy winked and clicked his tongue at me.
“That’s why.” I answered, a grin crossing my face as I winked back at him. Jimmy laughed and ran over to me, shaking the whole camper in the process.
“I don’t understand.” Johnny stated bluntly. I giggled and wrapped my arms around Jimmy’s slim waist.
“Height wise Jimmy takes up the most space so he gets the bed.” I said. They all ‘oh’ed and I narrowed my eyes, a cheeky grin covering my face. “Plus I feel like I need to hit as many of you as I can and Johnny and Zach are off limits so Jimmy’s the last.”
“Attagirl.” Matt chortled lightly. I nodded in triumph and sighed.
“Nah, I’m not that bad.” I mumbled, my smile faltering. Although I would never admit it to the men, I felt like I was that bad. I mean, looking back on my months in California, I feel like I wasn’t even myself. I would have never had a friend with benefits before, and I especially wouldn’t have let myself be the other woman. I have too much pride to admit to anyone that I was acting like a harlot, but my mind was clouded with thoughts that I have changed into a whore.
“No, you’re not.” Jimmy whispered so only I could hear; he must have noticed my change in mood. I pursed my lips and glanced his way, watching as his face became saturated with concern. “Hey guys, let’s go outside.”
“Dude, the football game just—”
“The lady wants to go outside so we’re going to go outside.” Jimmy snapped, causing shock to rise in the camper. Jimmy hardly lashed out; but in a sense, I was glad that he did. I thought taking a walk together and talking like normal friends would erase the thoughts in my mind, or at least put them to rest. The others shared a concerned look before getting up and following Jimmy and me out of the camper. “Where to, beautiful?”
“Let’s go on the turkey trail.” I replied, grinning. I loved the turkey trail.
“That’s sounds like a blast.” Jimmy retorted, his arm resting lightly on my shoulders. “Hurry up, ladies; we’re going on a turkey trail!”
*
I watched the floating embers as the fire cracked. It was later in the evening and it had cooled down tremendously. Now all of us were crowded around the fire, silently drinking beers. The hike turned out how I wanted, and for most of the day we just laughed and told stupid stories from our childhood. Things had settled down quite a bit, but I wasn’t going to let us turn in for the night just yet.
“So I feel like it’s time to rip open some marshmallows and play a little truth or dare.” I announced, pulling up a jumbo bag of the white sugar blobs and with it half a dozen metal pokers to roast them with. All the boys made excited noises and got up, each of them grabbing two handfuls of marshmallows and shoving about one handful into their mouth before returning to their seats.
“So who’s first?” Zach asked, although his whole mouth was filled with the sugary treats. I snickered and stabbed a marshmallow before pushing it straight into the fire.
“Whoa, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Brian screamed loudly, running over to me to save my marshmallow from its impending death.
“I’m roasting my marshmallow.” I stated, throwing him a look that lacked amusement. Johnny scoffed.
“You’re supposed to nicely roast them, not completely toast them.”
“That’s how I like my marshmallows.”
“Then you must like death.”
“Without death I wouldn’t have delicious things like steak, would I?”
“Okay that was kind of sick.”
“Let’s stop making fun of me for my toasting methods and play some damned truth or dare.”
“Kid, truth or dare.” Brian asked from his seat across the fire from me. I licked my lips as I shoved my poker back into the bulk of the fire.
“Truth.” I answered. Groans emitted from the men around me, including a few mean words, but I chose to ignore them.
“When you arrived in South Dakota, out of all, who did you think about first?” Brian questioned. I took out my flaming marshmallow and blew away the remaining flame.
“Jimmy.” I answered quickly. Matt, Zach, and Brian all looked shocked and somewhat offended.
“Why?” Zach asked, his voice thick with upset. I shoved my marshmallow into my mouth and swallowed it before looking to Jimmy, who was sitting right next to me.
“Because Jimmy was voted least-likely-to-reprimand-a-girl-for-her-decisions in high school.” Jimmy and Johnny snickered, both of them squirming in the seats next to me.
“It’s true,” Jimmy told them, nodding approvingly, “I was.”
“Okay, Brian, truth or dare?” I called, smiling a little at him. We hadn’t talked since he returned back to the farm two days ago looking as though he were hit by a bus. He smelled like booze and sex and it was almost as though he were still drunk when he was given back to us. I didn’t get to see much of him since he screamed to me about how awesome Kat was in bed and then Zach and Matt pulled him by his arms into the master bathroom to hose him off. I stayed away from him after that.
“You know that I always pick dare.” Brian retorted with a sexy smirk. I felt my small smile contort into a wicked grin as I stood up and snatched the thick red blanket from Johnny’s lap. I tied it tightly around my waist but kept one hand on the knot while the other slithered under it to pull my shorts and underwear off. When it hit the grass, the air was filled with manly noises of surprise.
“Holy shit what are you doing?” Zach cried, his eyes bulging out of his head. I smirked at the fact that although he was ‘upset’ he couldn’t look away from my shorts that were lying in a heap on the grass.
“Whatever it is I am fucking down.” Brian sighed, the flames making the want in his eyes more prominent. I flicked my eyebrows.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I replied mischievously. I leaned down and picked up my underwear, which just happened to be the only thong that I actually had in my possession. With one fell swoop I threw them over the fire and towards Brian, which he caught in a fist. “Go put those on.”
“Wait, what?” Brian did a double take. The others faces went from lustful to complete entertainment as they all realized what I was asking of him.
“Go put my underwear on and come back out. Just my underwear on.” Everyone, including myself, burst out into fits of laughter. Brian had this look on his face like he didn’t understand what I was saying to him. I slid my shorts up, quickly trying to get comfortable to feeling of no underwear on. I batted my eyelashes innocently towards Brian. “If you need help putting panties on, I’ll be glad to show you.”
“Shut up.” Brian mumbled as he stood up, making a point to stomp the ground like a four year old. He headed into the camper and I threw my head into my hands, laughing so hard that it made me dizzy.
“How… did you… come up with that?” Matt breathed, his eyes filled with tears. I just shook my head, my stomach beginning to hurt from laughing so hard.
“I need a drink.” I whispered through my laughs. I picked up my water bottle and began drinking when the camper door creaked open.
“I’m coming out in shorts because this is ridiculous.” Brian called, his head barely peeking out through the crack. The water in my mouth fell from my lips in a spray, my lungs burning from the deep intake of air I breathed while the water was still within my mouth. I began coughing furiously, but giggles fell in between my coughs. My choking made everyone laugh harder, which caused Brian to slam the door shut.
“Come out, sweetheart! We’re waiting for you!” I screamed, my throat raw from laughing and coughing.
“Bite me, Kid.” Brian yelled from inside. I gasped loudly.
“Shut your dirty whore mouth!” I brought my bottle of beer to my lip, chugging it to get rid of the dry feeling in my throat. I burped roughly before hearing the camper door open.
“Shut your dirty whore legs.” Brian retorted as we walked over to us, his whole body stiff as he squirmed uncomfortably. I laughed and whistled.
“Come here and let me see that fine ass in those undies.” Brian glared at me and I winked, sending a little air kiss right after to provoke him.
“If you feel an intense pressure on your throat as you sleep tonight, just don’t question it.” Brian growled. We roared into laughter.
“Hey!” I shouted, pointing to him. He turned and raised an eyebrow. “We need proof that you’re wearing my underwear.”
“The sound of my balls crying should be enough proof for you.” Brian snapped, attempting to sit back in his seat. With one swift movement, Matt threw a marshmallow, which caught Brian’s attention. When Brian looked away Matt gripped a fistful of Brian’s basketball shorts and tugged. In a mere second the black silky fabric was on the floor and Brian’s bare ass and seemingly constricted manhood inside my red satin thong was out of all of us to see. I started crying.
“I… I…” I couldn’t speak; my breathing so shallowed from laughing that I could barely get a sip of air in before it spilled right back out of my mouth. “Please keep those.” Brian’s face was as red as my underwear.
“Wow, Bri, you are hot.” Zach sniffled from his seat. The five of us laughing were in the stage that our arms were wrapped around our sores stomachs and we could no longer produce noise, just air. I wanted to slide to the floor, but I was so close to the fire that I was sweating. Brian leaned down and shoved his shorts up, his hands shaking with embarrassment.
“Sometimes I seriously hate you all.” Brian whimpered, looking absolutely mortified. I felt no remorse for him, since it was funny as hell, but I still offered him refuge.
“I’m s-sorry, Bri. Just lay something on me. Do it.” I widened my arms to him and stood up, offering to be as equally as embarrassed at he was. He glanced at me, his eyes full of horror. “Or dare someone else to do something embarrassing.”
“Zach and Kid, switch pants.” Brian shot, looking a bit vengeful. Well, I should have seen that coming. I glanced at Zach and shrugged, pulling the blanket it up to cover myself when Brian’s hand shot towards me. “No cover.”
“You had cover to put your outfit on.” I pointed out, absolutely unwilling to let everyone see my goodies in the late night out in the middle of the woods. Brian rolled his eyes.
“Fine, you guys go in and change pants, underwear included, and then we can play spin the bottle.” Brian offered. I gave him a perplexed look.
“There’s only one girl here; are those panties getting to you?” A chuckle erupted from the circle and I smirked. Brian pursed his lips.
“Call Kat or that friend Kaleigh that you have. Invite them out here.”
“Tried. Kat is hanging out with Sam tonight and Kaleigh is camped out.” I retorted. Brian stood up and stretched.
“Fine, I’ll go find us some other girls to hang out with.” Brian answered. My eyebrows shot up. “I mean, it can’t be that hard to get a girl when I’m shirtless and in basketball shorts.” No one was laughing now. Brian gave me a victorious smirk and eyebrow flick. “So you two go change and I’ll be back with some ladies to play with us.”
We watched in silence as Brian sauntered off, no longer looking annoyed with the underwear he was wearing. I glanced at all the boys, who glanced back at me. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched Brian’s figure disappear into the darkness before I sat down in my seat, completely baffled. I must have fucked up with him big time.
“So, you know how I said it was an alter-ego thing?” Matt spoke from two seats away from me. I looked over at him and he gave me a look of disbelief. “I guess I was wrong.”
“I guess.” I breathed, my eyes returning to the path where Brian had exited. This was going to be a long few months and I could feel it already. I stood up slowly, unable to rip my eyes from that corner of the field, and walked over to Zach, who sat still like the rest of his friends, all masked with concern and perplexity. “Come on, Zacky, let’s go change, I guess…” I offered him my hand and he took it, both of us lethargically walking to the camper, completely in awe at what happened.
“What was that?” Zach whispered as we stepped in. A sigh escaped my lips.
“That was the aftermath of me fucking everything up.” I mumbled, shutting the door behind us.

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